ACOTAR STAN

Gwyn walked into the dining room in the House of Wind hurriedly and let out a startled gasp as Azriel appeared before her. He was on his way out and they met right at the door.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” He asked as he bent to retrieve the contents that had fallen from her hands.A piece of parchment,her invoking stone and a book titled “The beasts of the Bog of Oorid”

“Interesting choice” he said as he handed the things back to her.

“I’m running from Merrill. As always, It’s my break time but she’s determined to make my life hell. Also It is an interesting read. Nesta told me about the bog and I was curious. Where are you headed off to?”

“The library “

They walked back into the room and sat at the table.

“What do you need?”

“I’m working on something for Rhys and I need to do some research “

“Okay what kind of information do you need?”

“Do you have any books on the old gods?

“Old gods.....I mean we have some history books about the formation of Prythian and the entities that ruled this land before the fae. But you’ll have to be more specific ?”

“Can you get me anything you have on Koschei? Now that Briallyn is gone,we need everything we can get on him. And the legendary warrior that trapped him on the lake. We need to find out more about her too. Her lineage and any possible offspring. Rhys and Amren have been using Helion’s libraries for research but I thought we should check here too”

“To be honest I can’t be sure. This is way beyond my expertise.You should ask Clotho”

“I should but you’re here” he said. “Ask Clotho” he said as he rose up. “If you find anything let me know. We can look through it together”

“Okay”

He nodded and left the room.

Five days later,Gwyn waited in the dining room for Azriel. She was with Cassian and Nesta who were having dinner and arguing about something. Gwyn couldn’t help but admire them. They were such a beautiful couple. Their love for each other shone in every action. Ever since their ostentatious mating ceremony thanks to Rhys they had become even more attached at the hip. Even now when they sat down for dinner on the wide table,Nesta sat next to Cassian but he lazily reached out one hand and dragged her chair until she was flush against him. That’s actually what they were arguing about.

“What if we go out in public are you going to drag my chair then too?” She asked smiling.

“Um...yes” he replied not even looking at her as he speared a piece of broccoli with his fork.

“Well what if the chairs are affixed to the ground and you can’t move it”

“Then you’ll just sit on my lap”

“I will not sit on your lap in public.That’s never happening” she laughed.

But Cassian was too distracted staring at her as she laughed. The emotion in his eyes was so fierce that even Gwyn blushed a little.

Finally she said “Um..guys do you know when Azriel’s coming back?”

“He’s already back” said Cassian

“Do you know when he’s coming to dinner?”

“He’s not” said Cassian. “He’s in his room. You can find him there”

“Do you want me to go with you “ asked Nesta.

But Gwyn nodded no. This was Azriel. Apart from Nesta,Cassian and Emerie he was the only other person she was 100% comfortable with.

“No. I’ll just go find him. I need to give him these books.”

She said goodbye to Nesta and Cassian who were now arguing over broccoli and made her way into the house to Azriels room.

As she reached the double doors,she hesitated. She’d never been in his room before. What if he wasn’t there and then he came back and caught her lurking? What if he wasn’t alone? Gwyn was still debating knocking the door when a tendril of shadow slowly unfurled from underneath the door. She giggled and said “Hello” in her musical voice. The shadow danced in front of her face. It was still dancing when another one twirled behind and her nudged her towards the door.

“Oh...um....okay” She rose a hand and knocked but there was no answer. He was inside though. His shadows were here after all. She rose her hand to knock again but the shadows nudged her again. As if saying “Just go in”

She took a deep breath and peeked her head through the door. She didn’t see anybody in the room. She slowly went inside and closed the door behind her. The room was large and very,very clean. Everything was arranged in a precise order. The bed was large enough to fit 3 illyrian warriors with wings spread. However Azriel wasn’t in it. It was impeccably laid though.The bed was next to floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the Rainbow of Velaris. In the darkness,the Rainbow glittered in a myriad of beautiful colors. Gwyn remembered Azriel telling her he hardly slept. She wondered if he spent his nights looking at the Rainbow. It was truly a magnificent sight.

She finally turned away from the window and looked around the room. There was a massive desk in the corner with papers and reports all filed with utmost precision. Not one stationary was out of place. There was also a large model of some weird solar model and contraptions Gwyn did not understand. Next to that was a chess set

The wall facing the bed had two doors. One at each end. She guessed the left one was a closet. And the right which was wide open was the bathroom. Wait was he in the bathroom! Gwyn was mortified. She had to get out of there before he came out. She dropped the books on the desk and turned to leave but the shadows swirled around her and started nudging and pushing her towards the bathroom.

“No! No stop it right now!” She whispered furiously.

But they danced immediately they heard her voice and one naughty one blinded her so she couldn’t see where she was going. When it released her,she had been pushed to the doorway of the bathroom.She glared at the shadows and was about to get the hell out of there when Azriel said

“Hey” in his soft voice

Gwyn turned around slowly and was rapidly turning the color of a tomato. Azriel was in a large bathtub. His wings flared above his head and he looked sleepy and adorable. In fact he looked like he just woke up. Did she wake him up? She knew he hardly slept.....and she had just woken him up....Wait how were the shadows active while he was asleep....this was so confusing. And embarrassing.

“Hey” she replied “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come in here. I wanted to drop the books I found. They’re on your desk by the way next to the weird solar contraption thing and the chess set. Sorry I woke you”

“It’s fine. I’m not meant to sleep in here anyway” He paused and looked around adorably. Okay she had to stop calling him adorable. “I was going to wash my hair but I fell asleep.” He sighed and tilted his head against the edge of the basin looking towards the ceiling. He looked exhausted.

“When was the last time you slept Az?” She asked

He turned his head almost lazily and looked at her. He was so beautiful it was almost unfair. Those hazel eyes bored into hers as his eyebrows slanted in thought.

“Five days ago....I think” The day he asked her to find the books for him. And she knew he’d been away working since then. He got back today. So he’d been working non stop for five days. She knew Azriel held himself to sadistic standards. He put so much pressure on himself.No wonder he looked exhausted. Adorable and handsome but also very exhausted. Gwyn had no idea what possessed her when she said the next words..

“Do you want help....washing your hair I mean.....I could help.....”

Azriel was silent.

“Or not. Sorry it’s stupid. You just look really tired ....”

“ I’d appreciate that” he said

“Okay” she said and hesitantly stepped forward. She was nervous and she knew he could tell. She picked a white spherical ceramic basin off a shelf and filled it with water. Then she went to another shelf stocked with bathing oils,soaps and tonics. She turned to ask him which he preferred but his eyes were closed again. She picked out a strawberry shampoo. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the big scary shadow singer using strawberry shampoo.

She went over to Az and knelt next to him. Tentatively,she reached out and brushed his hair with her fingers lightly. His eyes opened slowly. Taking a deep breath,she took a bowl and slowly poured water over his tilted head.Then took the tonic,lathered it on her hands and began rubbing it carefully into his hair. Azriel let out a satisfactory sigh.

She massaged the tonic into his hair which was so so soft. Of course it was soft she mused. Everything about Az was perfect. She blushed at the thought while he looked at her curiously. She finished lathering and used the bowl to fetch clean water and rinsed him off carefully making sure the water avoided his eyes.When she was done she rose to get a towel but the towel was already floating towards her on a blue tinged wind. She collected it from the air and used it to dry his hair. When she was done it was sticking up all over but clean and soft.

“Come on get out of the bath. You can’t sleep in here” she said.She was still kneeling next to him. Their faces inches away from each other.

“Thank you” said Azriel. He was utterly baffled by Gwyn. He had never had anyone take care of him like that. In a long series of nightmares and trauma,this was one memory he would treasure forever.

His shadows wreathed around him as he rose from the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stepped out and offered Gwyn his hand as the shadows dispersed and she rose up barely reaching his neck. They walked out of the bathroom together.

“Give me a minute” he said as he walked towards the closet door. Some minutes later he came out wearing a loose shirt and pants. His hair no longer sticking up everywhere and his feet were bare. He went over to the desk where Gwyn stood and looked over at the books.

While he was looking Gwyn asked “How come your shadows were....active.... when you were asleep?“

He looked up. “They’re sentient. They don’t sleep when I do. They never sleep actually.”

“ They didn’t warn you when I was in here. I thought they tell you everything “

“You’re no danger to me”

“But you said they tell you everything remember. Whether it’s a danger or not....like how they told you Nesta was faking her limp because she wanted to sleep in that one morning” she said with a smile.

Azriel paused. As if he hadn’t considered that too.

“I guess ....they like you?” he said it like a question. As if his shadows despite being sentient had never shown an active interest in another person before.

“Yeah....I like them too” Gwyn said as one darted out to curl around her ear. As if it wanted to whisper to her too. She smiled happily. Azriel was staring...at the shadow around her ear....and at her.

Eventually she cleared her throat and said “Well I have to go now. Meet me tomorrow to go through all the books okay”

“Okay” he said.

Storytime! Looong before writing the nessian wingplay fic I wrote an extremely self indulgent post acosf fic. By self indulgent I mean that there’s like 1% plot and 99% fluff and smut AND that I ignored most of the things I didn’t like about acosf. (I pretend not to see ✋) Eventually it became a 3 part fic and tbh I don’t even know how I managed to write 3 chapters of pure nessian smut+fluff with barely any plot lol 😂 This was also my veeeeery first time writing smut so it’s definitely worse than the smut in the wingplay fic but.. take it or leave it I guess 💁‍♀️ 

@valkyriae my beloved beta 💖

Part 1:

Nesta pulled away, whispering ‘I love you’, and it was all Cassian needed before kissing her again, the force of it more powerful than the Cauldron itself.

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Standing on her tiptoes with her hands buried in Cassian’s hair and her lips on his, Nesta thought she could stay like that forever. Unfortunately, her feet were cramping and her neck was starting to hurt. Cassian seemed to sense her discomfort because he pulled away and smiled softly at her.

“Home?” He asked.

“Home.”

Flying above Velaris in Cassian’s arms, Nesta noticed that this was the first time she had called a place “home” and meant it. She also realized that she hadn’t meant the House itself, but the man she was sharing it with. Nesta leaned her head on her mate’s chest and closed her eyes.

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Cassian landed on the balcony of the House of Wind, Nesta asleep in his arms. The Mother knew she deserved to rest for a week straight, and all he wanted to do was lay her on the bed, curl his body around hers, and sleep. But he also knew that they were both covered in mud and dried blood, so he carried her to the bathroom and gently woke her up before lowering her to the floor. Still half asleep, Nesta let him help her remove her leathers, lifting her arms and legs when he told her to. Cassian wanted to stay and shower with her, but he didn’t want Nesta to think he had other ideas. Not that he was against pressing her to the shower wall and make love to her, but he knew that she was probably exhausted, and he simply wanted to take care of her. He kissed her forehead and told her to call him if she needed anything before heading towards the door.

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Nesta watched Cassian walk away and felt a pang in her chest. She thought he wanted to shower with her, but maybe he didn’t…

and rip to me too because this meme killed me lmaooo💀💀

and yes, Cassian calls her both “Nes” and “sweetheart“.

Glad you asked!! Because those two are getting spooned by their mates who are tops!!

In Wings and Ruin, Rhys goes to spoon Feyre when she has her wings. It’s written that he just moves them a little and slides between them.

Here’s a quickie Nessian blurb for you:

Exhausted, Nesta walked the last few steps to her bedroom. Her feet dragged, her eyes drooped, and she was sure that even her bones were tired. She’d just had a late night training session with Emerie, and her sister had thoroughly kicked her ass. Nesta hadn’t been distracted at all, but Emerie had been...enticed to win. Mor had been there, watching how they fought and moved and worked as a Valkyrie unit. Nesta did not mention the longing in Mor’s eyes as they told her about their training as Valkyries. Nesta also did not mention the vigor in which Emerie sparred against her, knowing who watched.

She was set on a long bath filled with an obnoxious amount of bubbles, but she stopped in the doorway as her gaze landed on Cassian hunched over the desk. What bothered her was that this was how she left him two hours ago. He was pouring over reports from Illyria, some about the rebuilding efforts from the war, and most about the lack of training for the young females. When Nesta saw his leg bouncing she moved to him. He only ever bounced his leg when he was angry.

She slid onto his lap, fingers curling around the hair at the nape of his neck. He absentmindedly kissed her cheek, his hazel eyes fixed on the paper before him. She brushed her fingers over his brow and cupped his face, forcing him to look at her.

“It’s time to rest.”

He blinked once at her as if considering, then looked back down at the report. “I can’t.”

Her thumbs brushed under his eyes and he shuddered. “You can.”

“I can’t.”

“You can,” she insisted.

He was already dressed for bed. All she had to do was get him to lay down. If he stayed like this he wouldn’t sleep. He’ll stew in his anger over the lack of progress in Illyria and the guilt of it all would feast on him.

“You can,” she repeated, standing and tugging on his hands.

His fingers curled around hers, his chin dipped. He was exhausted, and not in the way that a single nights rest could fix. But that wouldn’t stop Nesta from trying. She shucked off her leathers, left only in her bra and underwear as she turned down the bed. Cassian didn’t even have a suggestive remark for her as she went back to his side and took both his hands in her, tugging towards the bed.

“Continue tomorrow,” she told him, softly. “Rest with me for now.”

He took one last look at the reports, frowning at whatever he read, but nodded. She never failed to notice how much he towered over her. She pressed a hand to his chest and lightly pushed him down to the mattress. He fell back with a groan, his eyes already closed.

“Everything’s fucked,” he mumbled, his voice deep with sleep.

“It is,” she agreed as she tugged the covers to his chest.

“I’m exhausted.”

She nodded. “You are.”

She crawled over him and settled behind him, pressing herself to his back. Gently, she grabbed his left wing. Careful not to touch the more...sensitive parts...she draped it over his side. Her fingers brushed the tough silk of his other wing as she tucked it close behind him. She wiggled until she was flush against his back. She wrapped one leg over his waist, moved the other between his, and wrapped her arm around him. Her head rested against the space between his wings.

“Go to sleep,” she whispered to him, her fingers flitting over his arm in soothing motions.

“You’re sweaty,” he grumbled, half way to sleep.

Her hand found his under the covers. “You’ll deal with it.”

He squeezed her hand. “I love you.”

She kissed the back of his neck and he sighed. “I love you.”

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nesta and elain archeron, by me ♡

Chapter 5

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Warnings: same as always x

A/N: Here ya go folks! I rewrote this chapter twice and I still kind of hate it but it is what it is, enjoy!

Her first kiss. Gwyn kept her back pressed against the cool wood of the door. It was several seconds before she felt Azriel’s presence moving back down the hall.

she'll squeal and can't help rambling on about how cool everything is and ask if she can touch stuff and Rhys laughs and of course agrees. Once she calms down they'll go into a conversation about their theories on subjects and Az will join in and add his points. They'll huddle in that study for hours as the party downstairs is completely discarded by their preference of the topic of discussion over a social gathering.