Happy Halloween everyone! Please enjoy this adorably spooky art of Oraya and Vincent!
Art by @jmoonjones All characters belong to @carissabroadbent
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Valkyrie Week continues! This week got away from me (seriously so SO glad it’s Friday 💀) so I’m a few days late on posting these. Many apologies, but better late than never!!
The Valkyries team up with the Velaris gym for a non-leather active wear line! 👟
The girls fiiiiinally have the camping trip the deserve with more s’mores and no attacking Illyrians 🏕️
A Valkyrie mandala! Nesta in the middle, Emerie and Gwyn around the edges. Colours match the bracelets, and can you spot all the references? ✅
The Shadowbabies reenact the glorious ribbon triump scene! 🎭
The fitness wear logos! I figured they’d use the achievement names to correspond to the level of support in the clothes. From light support for Pilates, to stronger support for HIITS training! Did I overthink? Sure. It’s possible.
Top Shelf Love: Chapter 4
A/N: Nothing says AU Day for @nessianweek like everyone's favorite super self indulgent AU, am I right? Especially now that hockey season has returned from war for us all! 🙌 Check out the end notes on AO3 for fun hockey facts and knowledge as always
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Nesta
"And I've put your receipt in the bag."
The two girls burst into a fit of giggles as Nesta slides the small, brown paper bag across the counter toward them, but one of the girls composes herself enough to take the bag's handles with a quiet thanks. Nesta waits expectantly, hoping that will be that, but then the girls share some sort of look between them, and it sends them into another fit of giggles, one that continues all the way to the shop door.
Nesta at least waits until the girls are out of view before shaking her head. It's not exactly her place to police what books high-schoolers can and can't purchase. Plus, if she's being honest, the books the girls did purchase are tame compared to some of the things Nesta herself has read. That particular thought reminds Nesta of the book currently tucked beneath the counter, and she's quick to pull it back out, to turn back to the page she left off on.
But, of course, that's when the little bell above the door rings, indicating someone new stepping inside the shop. Nesta swallows down her eye roll at the interruption, putting on her best customer-service-expression as Gwyn calls it. She looks up, ready to greet the new customer, but it's Emerie she finds striding toward the counter, hood still pulled over her dark hair to combat the rain streaking from the sky just outside.
"I bring sustenance," Emerie announces, holding up the bag in her hand.
When We Howl, the Moon Will Cower: Chapter 9
A/N: I hope everyone had an amazing @nessianweek! It's been so great seeing all the amazing art and fics everyone has shared! Hopefully, I'm going out with a bang, with the long awaited ✨realization✨
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Cassian
"Will you quit it?"
Of course, Emerie doesn't stop. If anything, his words only seem to spur her on. With a smirk tugging up her lips, she continues to tug at Cassian's collar, continues to mess with the strands of his hair so they fall a certain way. Cassian smacks at her hand, trying to knock it away, but she merely smacks him right back. Soon, it turns into a playful fight of smacking hands and teasing shoves, Emerie even daring to shove her hand fully into Cassian's face, snapping his head back.
"If you two have finished…" Cresseida announces, stepping into the room.
"Just trying to keep our dear alpha humble," Emerie offers, patting Cassian's cheek, harder than necessary in his opinion.
"Oh, I'm already way ahead on that."
The smirk on Cresseida's face as she says the words has Cassian frowning, has niggling worry blooming in the back of his mind. Nothing good can come from that expression, especially when Cresseida and Emerie share some sort of knowing look between the two of them. Cassian opens his mouth, ready to demand exactly what his second and her wife are colluding about and planning, but before he can, his attention is drawn away.
Drawn toward Nesta.
She steps into the room, and for a moment, Cassian feels like he can't breathe, feels everyone else and the entire room melt away until there is only her. There's no other way to describe the dress Cresseida has designed for her, no other way to describe the woman before him, than beautiful.
Chapter nine: Azriel has returned to Jorvik with the proof that Rhysand needed of King Alfred's betrayal, but it isn't quite what anybody expected.
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“Well,” Azriel said darkly, his face a grimace as his brows lowered over a set of shadowed eyes, devoid of warmth. “You wanted proof. Here you have it.”
His scarred hands were curled into fists, knuckles straining, and even in the low morning light the bruise along his cheekbone shone, the purpled tones glided as the sun climbed higher in the sky and streamed through the small opening in the hall roof, designed to let out fire smoke. A shaft of brilliant, buttery light poured through that opening, illuminating without preamble the small, select group that the Norse lord had assembled in his hall. And there Rhysand sat, on the chair that seemed more like a throne than anything else, with his most accomplished warrior at his side and his ever-weary spy standing afore him, scowling now, and flicking a hand towards the proof he’d brought back— the evidence he’d traveled miles and miles to secure; the bounty he’d been sent to retrieve.
A nun— Azriel had brought a nun back with him.
nesta gives cassian a remote to her vibrator to make a family dinner bearable but halfway through she realizes either he's being more of a dick than usual or azriel isn't just smirking for no reason
anon. ANON. ANON. you don’t know how much of a frenzy this ask worked the Nesta girlies into omg. also major shoutouts to @wishcamper, @janearts, and @dustjacketmusings for all of our musings about this lol
tw for dubcon. this got a little uh… away from me
“Are you sure you’re okay, Nesta?”
Nesta opened her eyes to see her baby sister standing in front of her, concern written all over her face. “I’m okay, Fey. I think the red army is just getting a head start or something.”
Everyone had gathered at Rhys and Feyre’s mansion for a family dinner, something that Nesta enjoyed and loathed in equal parts. It was no secret that she and Rhys didn’t get along well, but at least she and Feyre had been trying to mend their relationship. So Nesta showed up for the dinners and the game nights and the impromptu gatherings with a placid smile on her face, trying to play the part of older sister, when really she’d much rather be far, far away from most of Feyre’s new, chosen family.
Naturally, Cassian had found a way to make the entire thing more enjoyable — at least, for him. He thoroughly enjoyed working her up in front of everyone, whether it was carefully timed needling or something decidedly more physical. Sometimes it was poking fun at her until she whirled on him and told him to shut the fuck up, and other times it was trying to ignore his hand on her thigh while they sat in Rhys’ opulent dining room.
Whatever it was, it kept her in his bed more often than not.