“They’re books.” Amren pointed to the largest white stacked box. “I know you can’t carry them now, so I’ll have the boys deliver the gifts later.”
Nesta smiled at her tiny friend, who was luckily not a hugger. The hot sun did hurt her back, but she kept quiet about the pain. “Thank you.”
Helion was next to say farewell.
He didn’t embrace Nesta, either. He held her hands in his own and kissed the back of each. “You truly glow, my friend. Don’t forget that.”
“Will I be seeing you again? Will I see you before you return to your Court?” Too often were Helion’s visits cut short.
“I’m afraid I have some business to attend to.” He exchanged a quick glance with Azriel, whose stoic face turned to embrace and congratulate Cassian on the upcoming child. Rhys joined the twosome. His expression a masked ease that anyone who knew him could see right through.
Nesta’s face fell into a deep frown.
Helion placed both hands on her belly and promised, “When the child comes, I will be there. I will give it my blessing.” He gave a trademark smirk to Cassian and sauntered off to rejoin Lucien.
Feyre and Elain hugged Cassian and Nesta warmly. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome.
“Here,” Elain handed a gift bag to Nesta. Helion’s lacy gift, to be exact. “I don’t know if this will help. But maybe your day can end happily.”
Nesta’s eyebrows raised and Cassian had to bite his lip from holding in a laugh at what she was suggesting. Evidently Helion hadn’t scandalized her.
Elain ignored Cassian and continued, “Perhaps Feyre and I will visit you soon. Have a day together as sisters.” She was using her most charming and almost sing-song like voice. It was one of Nesta’s greatest weaknesses.
Nesta loved her sister’s company and wanted to say yes. But she currently couldn’t abide the thought of spending time with anyone but Cassian, so she simply nodded and turned to Mor. So ready to go home and rest.
Cassian gripped Nesta’s hand tightly and turned to Mor, taking her’s as well. “Thank you for this.”
“Of course.” Mor squeezed his hand. She was there after it happened. She couldn’t forget, either. She never would.
“Take us home, Mor.” Cassian and Nesta’s eyes never left each other’s. There was warmth, understanding, sadness. And so much love.
“Do you want to go to bed?” Nesta called from the bathroom. “Or eat first? I’m famished.” She always was. Thanks to the bond they shared, he was as well.
“If you want, I could make something for you.” Cassian removed the bands that had held his hair in place. Running his fingers through the ebony locks, he loosened the braided sections and let his hair down. The waves fell gracefully just past his broad shoulders. He hid his face in his hands and blew out a sigh. It had been a long day and he was ready for it to be over.
She attempted to tame her untameable curls and gave up quickly. “The baby is wanting bacon wrapped shrimp.” Looking in the mirror, she straightened the sheer collar of her newest lacy gift.
“Bacon wrapped shrimp? Is that so?” He couldn’t help but smile at that as he began to rub a cool salve at the edges of his wings that had become reddened by the sun. “That’s what the baby wants?”
“That’s what we want for dinner.” Nesta exited the bathroom and caught sight of her mate. Her breathing almost stopped at the sight. God, did she love him.
Grabbing one of his favorite books, she walked towards him. Careful not to trip on anything, though she couldn’t see her feet.
He looked up. His breathing did stop at the sight.
“Anything the two of you want…” He murmured as she reached forward. Tangling a hand in his hair, she massaged his scalp until he emitted a purr-like growl. Cauldron, did he love her. “I’m so in love with you, Nes.” He leaned his head in and kissed her exposed belly.
“I want to lay with you and read until we fall asleep.” Elain was right. The day had become more or less miserable. But it didn’t have to end that way.
He placed his hands on her hips, bringing her closer. “I would love to do that.” He kissed her belly twice more and rubbed his cheek against it. He loved Nesta so much. And he loved their child so much. He was certain the baby would be a girl and couldn’t wait to meet her. Couldn’t wait to fly with her, laugh with her, hold her.
Protect her. He would always protect her.
“Let’s go to bed, Cass.” Her eyes met his when he paused his randomly placed kisses and looked up. They were both exhausted.
Nodding in agreement, he stood. Carrying her to the bed they shared, he set her on her side gently atop the down pillows she seemed to like between her legs almost as much as she liked when he was between them.
He removed his shirt and pants, and crawled in next to her. Holding her close as they began to read quietly together.
“You’re breathing on my neck.” Her hand snapped up to rub away the gooseflesh that formed.
Blowing cool air through his lips, he chuckled when she shivered. “And you’re taking forever to finish this page. I swear our child will be full-grown by the time we make it to the end of this chapter.“
Perhaps not a gross exaggeration on his part. She was distracted. She was a whirlwind of thoughts and power that dangerously threatened to be released. And she was exhausted.
“Sorry.” A one-word response. He hated one-word responses. And for good reason.
Marking the page, he softly closed the book. “We should rest. It’s been a full day.” Nuzzling his face into the back of her neck, he inhaled his favorite scent.
Nesta fidgeted with the dark grey sheets. Her eyelids drooped. But still she asked, “Cassian?”
“I noticed a flinch- a moment- between Helion and Azriel. I know it’s unspeakably hard for him, too… What happened.” Not a question, but an observation. Neither Cassian nor Nesta could forget or ever repay what he did for them after it happened. The piece of himself he had to sacrifice to do what needed to be done.
“Nes. Please don’t worry about my brother.” She needed rest. The anxiety and melancholy she inadvertently sent down the bond clashed with his own. “Azriel is fine. If he isn’t, he’ll tell me soon enough. Or he won’t and I’ll just beat it out of him anyway.”
“Okay.” She conceded, her voice thick from drowsiness. “I’m drifting now.”
Kissing her cheek, he promised, “I’ll join you.”
But he wouldn’t for a while. Not with the memory that wouldn’t stop replaying in his head.
A memory of a very different time. Long ago when there was Nesta, a book, and him.
Approximately 29 years ago. As Cassian’s memory vividly recalls.
Nesta sat hunched over on a chaise in front of a window that overlooked the beauty of Helion’s springtime cottage grounds. A book lay opened in front of her. She stared, but did not seem to be reading any of the words. Cassian tried to be observant, but not hover. There was a very fine line on her bad days.
“Nes? You’ve been on that page for over an hour.” He walked over and knelt beside her, attempting to hide the jar of gelatinous ointment in his pocket. “Are you going to read it?” He wondered if she could lift the book herself. If this was a bad day, she could. If this was a hard and bad day, she couldn’t.
Her fingers curled around the page in question. Closing her eyes, she took a deep, ragged breath. Within seconds the book yellowed, then shriveled, then turned to dust. “Read it.”
He snorted, unamused. “Cute.” Lifting the jar from his pocket, he revealed that they were about to begin one of her least favorite parts of each day. She groaned at the sight of the goo. “Are you going to be stubborn with me today? I could always get Azriel to do this.“ Azriel was the one who helped with her cheeks. His fingers more slender than Cassian’s, which made it easier for him to gently apply the ointment on the lines that ran approximately three inches long across her jawline on each side.
She frowned at the thought, and gave an obligatory nod to inform him that she would be compliant. Turning her body, she required his help. “P-please,” she stammered, gesturing to the loose ties on her back. It wasn’t much of a dress, but it was the best Rhys could do. Nesta was grateful to have something to wear that didn’t make her back swell at the friction.
Cassian loosened each tie and carefully removed the shoulders of her top, taking it off entirely. Placing it at her side before opening the jar, she remained silent. He tried not to gawk at the sight of her from behind.
Dipping his fingers into the mixture Elain had concocted, Cassian rubbed it between his calloused hands.
“I’m going to start now,” he informed her. The mixture wouldn’t fully heal the scars. Like Azriel’s, Nesta’s would never fully fade. But it would help smooth and soothe her skin. Any way to alleviate any of her pain, Cassian was willing to try. “It’s not too cold. I promise.”
She said nothing, so he began to lather. It had taken weeks of practice for Cassian to master the technique. It had taken weeks for her back to heal to a point in which she wouldn’t need bandages. He didn’t miss those bandages. He didn’t miss rewrapping them after the healing wounds were torn open from her thrashing in sleep from night terrors of what happened.
Her body noticeably tensed when his fingers neared her spine.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done.” He counted their lucky stars just the lower half of her back that had been burnt and not the entirety of it. He’d remembered seeing it raw and bloody when she laid on a table beside him being healed. His broken back had been nothing in comparison to her shattered body. “Why don’t you tell me about the book?” He asked in the most gentle voice he could.
“Can’t.” The words of the stories reeled in her mind- a temporary distraction from her ongoing agony. She wished it was a day that she could speak to Cassian- to anyone. She would’ve told him about the heroic characters, and the long chapters at the end of bliss and calm and love.
But today wasn’t a good day.
It was a hard day. It was a bad day.
“Can’t or won’t?” Her back sheened and he decided one coat would be enough for today.
“Too hard!” Her body shook in a sudden and broken sob.
Cassian was immediately at her side, cradling her in his arms. “I’ve got you. You’re here. You’re with me.” Smoothing her hair and kissing her forehead, he then looked into her tear-filled eyes. “Is it-” He didn’t want to finish the question. The answer was clear. He felt it screaming down the bond.
Nesta nodded and closed her eyes.
“Are you leaving again?” Cassian attempted to keep his voice even. “You don’t have to go there, Nes. I know how hard it is. I know-” Tears fell down his cheeks at memories of the events that led them to this point. “Remember I’m with you, okay? Remember that you’re here.”
Shaking her head, she momentarily put pure terror in his heart.
Wrapping her arms around him and pushing with as much feeble force as the bad day would allow, she hoped he would understand what she was unable to say with her words.
Leaning their bodies back, he got them into “their position.” Her legs around his waist, face hidden in his neck… He minded her back and instead held her thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs.
“You’re gonna stay with me today?” He whispered. He didn’t want to upset her, but he had to prepare if bad was going to turn worse. He had to know if he was going to need Rhys to assist him in guiding her back. He had to know if he would need to send for Helion to assist in healing her. It was his turn to tense- to mentally prepare himself if she began screaming about Him again.
As much as she could manage, Nesta puckered her lips and kissed his neck. “Sleep, Cass.” Even in the state she was in, she could feel his need to be comforted- no matter how hard he tried to hide his anger and anguish from her.
“That sounds nice.” He had barely slept for weeks. “I’ll join you.” In their position, she quickly drifted into slumber.
This time, he joined her. He appreciated the peaceful moments and savored each one.
Home. Present day.
Cassian looked down at Nesta.
He smiled when she yawned, her mouth forming a perfect pink “o.“
When his eyes found her belly, he felt peace wash over him.
Elain had been right, he thought. As usual.
With his wife and mate safe and sound, and their healthy unborn child stretching it’s wings… The bad day had turned and ended perfectly.
Cassian laid his head down. Placing a hand on Nesta’s belly, he kept his word. Quickly drifting, he joined her in sleep.
A bouquet of roses made of bacon is what I had last Valentine’s Day! 🌹Best Valentine’s Gift from the best boyfriend ever! 😍Despite of the busy schedule of being a doctor and attending to patients he never fails to surprise me with his efforts even though I told him he doesn’t need to. Sharing this because today is our 15th month together. ❤️ Sharing good vibes to everyone. 😘 Have a nice day!
Summary: Back in
college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even
introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you
were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from
your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best
friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean
grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling
platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)
language, eventual smut in future parts
A/N: I really didn’t expect the first part to get as many likes as it did so I am very excited to continue on with this series. This is my first time posting a series I’ve written so please give any feedback you have. Also I am very new to Tumblr and if anyone who’s reading this knows how to make a master list that you can link and click on and stuff please hit me up and explain it because I find all of this very confusing…
You woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. You rolled
over in bed to look at the time it read 8:39 am. You moaned and stretched your
arms back as memories from yesterday came flooding back. You, Dean, and Sam
stayed up most of the night making a game plan for killing Ryan. Sam had fallen asleep on your couch while you
and Dean stayed up talking in your room till you fell asleep. You were going to
have to give Sam a talking to for taking so long to introduce you to Dean. Not
only was he gorgeous, but he was funny and sweet, a bit cocky, but very easy to
talk to even if it didn’t amount to anything you could tell you were making a
“Good morning boys” you padded into the kitchen to the sight
of Dean frying bacon and Sam sitting at the table drinking coffee. It was nice
to wake up to people, you’d been on your own since Sam left you’d forgotten how
nice to have company it was.
“Mornin sweetheart.” Dean set a big cup of coffee and a
plate of bacon in front of you.
“Dean that’s literally a plate of cholesterol. Get Y/N some
yogurt or fruit of something of nutritional value”
“Don’t you dare Dean, Sammy this is bacon, bacon is a gift
from the gods so shut your pie whole, not all of us can eat like rabbits and
remain happy” you said as you shoveled the bacon into your mouth.
“Dude where have you been hiding this girl she’s awesome!”
Sam grimaced at this comment “Oh right I forgot she was a part of your non
“Speaking of which we have a ton to catch up on Sammy” you
smiled as you brought the coffee mug to your mouth.
“We need to prepare for this hunt…”
“Oh boo Sammy we don’t have to do anything till tonight and I’m
off work today so we have got the whole day to catch up and for me to get to
know this amazing brother of yours that you kept from me all of college” Dean
smiled at this with a mouth full of bacon as you giggled at him, Sam just
rolled his eyes at the two of you.
It was around 3 in the afternoon and your stomach hurt from
laughter, you and the boys had spent the whole day in your pjs talking and
having a good time, you’d forgotten how much fun you and Sam always had and
with his brother in the mix it just made it all the better.
“He plays the same damn tapes over and over again! It would
drive anyone crazy after years and years of listening to the same songs!”
“But Sammy those are classics! How can you get sick of
classic rock and roll?! Who wouldn’t want to listen to those all the time!” you
exclaimed at Sam as Dean nodded his head along with you, “Yeah Sam! See she
gets it! They’re classics for a reason and why would I play any pop junk in my
“Yep, that’s what he calls his car”
“It’s not just a car it is a thing of beauty” Dean defended
as he pulled out a picture of Baby.
Your eyes went wide as you saw the picture of the sleek
black car “Oh my god! Is that a ’67 Chevy Impala?! That is my dream car!”
“Hell yeah it is!”
“Sam I’m sorry but you are officially fired from the
position of best friend, Dean you are hired as my new best friend, you
obviously are the cooler brother” You and Dean clinked your beer bottles
“You hear that Sammy I’m taking your place as her best
friend” Dean said looking way too smug as he drank his beer. You let out a loud
laugh and leaned over and nudged the older Winchester with a huge smile on your
“Sorry Sammy, I still love you though” you winked at him
while he rolled his eyes.
“Alright guys lets go over the plan one more time and then
get ready it’ll be sun down soon.”
“You sure about this sweetheart?” You were seated next to
Dean in the impala waiting for Sam to finish packing up the car. You were
dressed in a fitted red dress, Ryan always loved you in red.
“Yeah I’m sure, I can’t let him get away with this again, he’s
got to stop hurting people and if I can help I’m going to”. You had started dating Ryan around this time
last year, you quickly realized he wasn’t who you thought he was and he took a
literal bite out of you. Another hunter had saved you and managed to kill most
of the coven but Ryan had escaped. You and the boys had mapped out a general
area of where he’d been seen and you put on the hottest dress you had and hoped
that Ryan wouldn’t be able to resist you a second time around. You got out of
the car and started down the alley way pretending to make your way towards a
club at the end of the street.
You felt an ice cold hand grab you by the neck and pull you
into him, “well hey there beautiful, you miss me” he ran his fingers over the
mark he’d left on you last year and as he was about to take another taste Dean
came up from behind and took his head off.
“yeah I’m good…” but you could swear your heart was about to
beat out of your chest.
“Dean, why don’t you take Y/N home and I’ll finish this up”
Dean came up to you and wrapped his jacket around you, “Alright
sweetheart let’s get you home”
You cleaned the steam off the mirror as you towel dried your
hair. As soon as you’d gotten home you jumped in the shower wanting to get that
vamp’s touch off of you. You slipped on your favorite sweatshirt and some black
spandex and headed to the kitchen.
“I picked us up some burgers and shakes, Sam told me your
favorite was chocolate back in the day so I figured that’d be a safe bet”
“chocolate is still my favorite and a burger sounds
wonderful, thanks Dean” you walked up to the counter and took a sip of the
“So what’s the plan for you and Sam now?”
“We found a case in West Virginia, we’ll probably head that
way in the morning” Dean said with a mouth full of burger.
You felt a pang in your stomach at the thought of them
leaving, “I just got Sammy back though, and just met you…” you blushed when you
realized what you’d said and took a big gulp of milkshake.
Dean let out a low laugh, “I know sweetheart but we’re just
a phone call away and we can visit each other, I’ll make sure Sammy doesn’t cut
you off again. And besides there’s no way I’m letting a classic rock, junk food
junkie, car lovin girl like you disappear from my life.”
You felt your blush deepen at that and then an idea popped into
your head,” Why don’t I come with you. You and Sam can teach me how to hunt, I
can be a hunter with you. I can’t just go back to my normal life after all of
this, and there’s nothing keeping me here…” You looked into his deep green eyes
full of hope and anticipating his next words.
Flowers make a nice gift to the friend that needs a smile or for that special someone in your life. Roses are even better. But sometimes even roses don’t cut it. Sometimes you need something a little more non-cliché, something…extraordinary…
My bf’s bday gift came in and it’s a cutie!! Just gotta wait 2 weeks to give it to him and ahhh I can’t wait till he finds out I preordered omega ruby for him hehehe he thought he was gonna have to wait till Christmas to get the game 😏