Or Sweetheart

Or “sweetheart” 😤

if alex doesn’t call henry ‘baby’ that will be my breaking point

LMAO THE MAN BOOBS ONE

Made these yesterday. Yes, I was procrastinating. Enjoy!

Nessian Small Story :D

I'm so sorry I haven't updated any of my larger fics - unfortunately my writing posts this summer will be very few, but they should start back up in the fall!

This is super short, but I wanted to get something out before the beach <33

Warnings: References

Word Count: 522

Tag List <33: @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, @autumnbabylon, @luell1q

If there was one thing Nesta Archeron liked, it was a club. And here she was, occupying the Red Devil, the latest sleazy destination to open in Velaris. She sat at the bar sipping on some alcoholic drink. It’d been a rough day at work and she was tired. Her gray eyes scouted the noisy, hot, crowded room for a handsome body that would keep her at bay until dawn. She’d found men to be comforting at her lowest points. 

But just as she found her target, a familiar smell filled her nose. She stiffened, took a deep breath, and then turned to find her mortal enemy and total crush, Cassian, grinning at her from across the bar. As their eyes met, he picked up his drink - a beer - and walked over to her, plopping in the seat next to her. 

“Why, hello there Nesta,” he grinned, his dark eyes unabashedly scouring her body. She tried not to flush as his gaze tracked the little black dress clinging to her, showing off her curves. Nevermind she’d worn this last night, and the night before. He wouldn’t know that. 

“Cassian,” she replied coldly. “Eyes up here, please.” His gaze snapped back up to hers and he even looked a little ashamed - never mind that she’d enjoyed it. “What are you doing here?”

A muscle worked in his jaw, his eyes moving up to the ceiling. “Trouble at work, I suppose.”

Nesta cocked her head. Cassian was a general in the military who was currently on leave. “And what might that mean?”

“My leave won’t last as long as I thought.” Without warning, her stomach dropped. “I’m back on duty in about two months.”

She took a deep breath, fighting down the nausea threatening to rise. “Hmm,” was all she managed.

Cassian snorted. “Sounds about right. Hmm.” 

They sat in silence for a few moments, sipping on their drinks. Nesta’s hands curled in her lap. She absolutely hated having Cassian in the same city as her, but….she also hated the constant, sickening terror she felt when he was away fighting. She debated asking him to stay but….no. He’d just laugh - plus, she was sure her sister and brother-in-law had already tried. Cassian was too brave.

 “So…yeah, I kind of just wanted to get wasted.” Cassian looked at her, a sad expression on his face that she desperately wanted to go away. “Is that bad?”

Her heart crumpled for him. “Of course not,” she said emphatically. “I do that every night.”

He smiled faintly, but his eyes were still filled with despair. The alcohol had finally caught up to her, and a stupid idea came through her brain fog. A thing that had once always made her happy. “Cassian - would you dance with me?”

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Nesta woke up with a raging hangover and no memory of the previous night. She stretched and groaned, without opening her eyes, breathing in-

She froze. She recognized that scent. Oh Gods, please no. Nesta slowly turned her head and cursed as she found a completely naked Cassian dead asleep next to her. I will never drink again.

SELENERRR

🩷 Taylena, 2008-present 🩵

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yea like he didn’t eat already

This is one of the only fanarts of them that I think really captures this couple 💜💜

Rowan twined his fingers in hers and whispered, awe in every word, “For you, Fireheart. All of it is for you.”

Rowaelin 💚 commissioned with my super talented and good friend artoffrostandflame