Reblog If Reading Someone Elses Fanfiction Has Helped You Get Through A Hard Day

Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day

"I love you. Even when we are a whisper of existence among the stars."

Feyre and Rhysand's Secret Mating Ceremony commissioned by me with the amazingly talented Artcraawl (link to art post here).

Having to tell your story hurts almost as much as having to live it, but at least you got the best uncle in the entire universe right?

My last and final wishful thought for ACOSF: I really would've liked to have seen Nesta's Cauldron-torn power and identity as a death-lady (a foil to Koschei's death-lord, if you will) play a far, far larger role. I would've liked to have seen her untrained and unfettered powers grow as a reflection of her desire to feel nothing—no shame, no self-loathing, no anger. I would've liked to see her struggle with her power more consistently throughout the entirety of the work and not just at the end. I wanted a bigger, more epic showdown than what we got so I imagined a boss battle with Briallyn followed by this post-battle scene of Cassian persuading Nesta to set aside Lady Death in favour of her own humanity. I also wanted a soppy declaration of love, dammit.

This moment was inspired entirely by Galadriel's temptation of the ring—(IN PLACE OF A HIGH LORD, YOU WOULD HAVE A QUEEN!)—as well as Eris' hair from Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas while I stole the ALL CAPS style of speaking from Terry Pratchett's Death.

Script under the cut for those who don't feel like zooming in.

C: Come back, Nesta! Where are you going?

N: For what purpose would I return? It is easy, this power. I am the void at the beginning and end of all things. I feel nothing. I want for nothing. I am nothing.

C: I understand you want to feel that way, I really do. But it's not worth it. What's it for, all that power? What's the point if you can't love or be loved? If you can't feel passionately enough about something or someone to really fight for it, for them? If you'll be alone for all eternity?

N: I want to be alone and feel nothing. My skin hurts when I wear it.

C: I know it does, but I'm begging you to try for my sake. I need you, Nesta. Take off the mask. If you still cannot bear it, the Trove is yours.

N: You speak of such things because you believe we are bound. But I am no gift of the cauldron. I am a curse, as tempestuous as the seas, as cruel as the sun, and as cold as the mountains.

C: That's bullshit, Nes, and you know it. The bond only confirmed what I knew already, what I've suspected before you ever became Fae. I'd choose you every damn day, human or Fae, bond or no bond. You're not a curse. You're not a burden. Not to me.

C: Now, where is that proud, stubborn woman I've grown to love so much? I want her back.

(The flames explode out, then the darkness recedes. In the middle stands Nesta, a High Fae again. Discarding crown and mask.)

C: (Cupping her cheek.) There you are.

C: (Embracing her.) I love you, Nesta.

N: (Leaning in.) I love you too, Cassian.

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