I'm so sorry about your mom! I hope everything will be fine!! 😊 Could you do fluff with any acomaf pairing?
Thank you!! And thank you for sending me a nice distraction. I really appreciate it. :)
When Cassian first sees her, he sobs. Great big, filthy sobs. Nesta would roll her eyes at him if it were any other day, but she supposes on her wedding day she should at least pander to him a little.
He’s decked out in Illyrian garb - it’s kilted and full of leathers and badges that allow her to see the thick muscles of his calves and arms. Dark greens and reds and gold run through the ribbons and fabrics. And much to Nesta’s delight, he’s kept his hair down in a silky wave that falls evenly to his shoulders, little curls coming off the sides here and there. Rhys and Az are behind him dressed in a similar fashion, but Nesta liked Mor’s suggestion to go with Nesta’s own personal style for her wedding dress.
She chose something plain and largely unadorned of details save for some small embroidery on the cuffs. Nesta’s never liked to make a fuss with things. But the dress is full of color - a deep burgundy like a fine wine brought in from the Summer Court. It moves around her like wine too, flowing freely about her legs and hugging her loosely around her generous chest and arms in a way that blends the fashions she was used to in the mortal lands with those of Velaris.
She’d had… fun getting ready. It was hard to realize that’s what it had felt like. Fun. Between being Made, fighting the war, and all of the aftermath that had come about, Nesta wasn’t sure she could ever get back to happy. Not even when she’d let Cassian in and he’d eventually proposed. She knew she liked being with him. She knew she loved him and didn’t want anyone else but him. But it didn’t really hit her until she turned the corner and saw him standing there in the temple waiting for her, a priestess at his side ready to join them together for life.
This was happy.
This was her future.
This was her Cassian.
And she was his Nesta.
She walks down the aisle alone. Her father isn’t there anyway and he would never have been allowed the privilege to begin with.
But Feyre and Elain are there, who did her hair up with simple purple orchids and smiles and hugs a plenty.
And Morrigan. The Morrigan who is beaming at Nesta from where she stands in front. Mor winks and Nesta has to stifle her own tears because it hits her then, in full force. That this is all really happening. She has friends now and a family who aren’t obligated to her by blood. And she loves them.
Only her short, short life full of keeping tears at bay holds them back, but Mor knows. So does Cassian, as he takes her hands and tells her, “You look beautiful, Ness,” leaning in to whisper it at her ear.
“Can we just get on with this stupid thing?” Nesta says, but there is no bite to it. Cassian chuckles.
The ceremony is short. Again, Nesta doesn’t like to make a fuss. And afterward, they go out for drinks and dancing. Nesta herself even lets Cass pull her out for a few spins.
When darkness falls and stars glitter through the air of the courtyard, Nesta snuggles into Cassian’s broad chest and inhales the wood smoke she finds waiting for her there. Cassian brings her hand up to his lips for a sweet kiss.
This is happy, she thinks one more time. This will always be happy.
“… and that’s why Blood Knights are the worst.” She nodded firmly, the summation of her rant finally stated as she peered at her friend with an authoritative stare.
Seth took a deep breath before sighing, the man lounging by the fire in his civilian attire of slacks and a lumberjack styled shirt. Leaning back against a pale long he was measuring lengths of thin rope and cutting them at various lengths.
The sun had fallen, the Eversong sky a soft pink shade as the stars glinted beyond the lush boughs. Wyll’s home was a repurposed Troll hovel left over from the war. The style wasn’t optimal, but the land was good and being so close a large river was essential. A wooden hutch just outside the home housed the most recent brood of hatchlings, a pair of females. One red, one gold. They cooed in their sleep as they nuzzled each other and slept peacefully in the soft hay.
Wyll stood with her hands on her hips, a light leather kilt worn low on hips, and a quick wrap around cotton top. She wore many silver necklaces, resting over her tan chest, adorn with charms and crystals. Sleeves rolled up her silver bangle bracelets were visible and along fingers many thin rings adorn each digit. She was off duty and would be for the next several days so she dressed as she wished, not as the Farstrider’s expected.
The fire crackled between them, the man casual and seemingly unbothered by her burst of upset. Though she was waiting, staring and waiting and he knew it. He sighed again, his gaze shifting up to her. “Yeah…” He agreed in a passive tone. “You been talkin’ to mah sister ‘gain?” He challenged with a perk of a brow.
Wyllo scoffed. “No… how is she by the way? I have to get down and see the baby. But no. My own opinions. Pretty good ones too.”
“Mm.” He gruffed at her. “Just ‘cause one idju-”
She quickly interrupted. “He almost got her killed! She was barely two years old, riding her into a infantry battle. The Light clearly fries your godsdamn brains!”
“You got a date outta it…” He reminded, unable to suppress a soft grin.
She huffed, looking away as to not meet his knowing gaze. “Pfft.” The Ranger fell silent however, fingers still gripping her hips as she got distracted by the peaceful flow of the large river, where it flowed from Ghostlands into Eversong to feed the rest of the Woods. Her turn to sigh this time, the sound fully of relent. “Alls well that ends well, I guess.”
Seth nodded with a deep chuckle. “Gonna tell Ma you yelled at me.” He threatened with a wink.
“Oh gods…” She neared, her jewelry chiming softly with each step and plopped herself on the log he leaned against, her barefeet shifting the dust around the firepit. “She’s beat me for pickin’ on her little boy.”
The Castlevania series, summarized in one sentence each
Go kill Dracula.
["Pick up the pieces" by Average White Band begins playing]
Go kill Dracula's portrait painting.
Go kill Dracula because god dammit I just got married and it's a good thing I had this leather kilt and chain whip under my tuxedo.
The Castlevania Adventure:
Go kill Dracula while wearing soggy boots.
Invoke the power of friendship, but not more than once at a time.
Super Castlevania IV:
Guess what? Dracula still needs killin', so get to it, buster! And don't spend too much time playing with the whip because you're on the clock. Chop chop!
Go kill Dracula and probably also your son because vampire hunter parenting is hard.
Rondo of Blood:
Go kill Dracula as a 13-year-old girl, with doves and a cat, then tell him how disappointed you are and how big a meanie he is.
It's way harder and you can't be a 13-year-old girl and throw cats at Dracula anymore but some people still like it, for....some reason?
Go kill Bram Stoker's Dracula because there obviously can't have been more than one version of the story and they must all be connected, _riiiiiiight_?
Symphony of the Night:
Who's the black magic priest that's a rez-machine to all the vamps? SHAFT! (You're damn right.)
Go kill Dracula and then have a baby with his son, so that baby can grow up to also kill Dracula (until you get written out of the timeline).
You're a Belmont except you're not, but you still act like a Belmont except when you don't, and also a little girl can go kill Dracula if you really want.
Legacy of Darkness:
Aaaoooooo, Werewolves of London.
Go kill Dracula, now with leather fetish gear and rockin' red-pink hairdo.
Circle of the Moon:
_Waaaahhhh_ I wanted the whip but you got it instead, not that it matters because Igarashi pretends none of this ever happened.
Harmony of Dissonance:
We really, really just wanted to make Simon's Quest and Symphony of the Night again, and Igarashi has this weird thing about furniture.
Aria of Sorrow:
YOUR SOUL IS MINE. [Mortal Kombat theme begins playing]
Lament of Innocence:
So it turns out that generations of Belmonts have all essentially been wielding this one guy's dead wife for a thousand years or so, and nobody thought to question this until now? (also NATHAN SPENCER IS A BELMONT HEADCANON CONFIRMED)
Dawn of Sorrow:
I'm Dracula! No, *I'm* Dracula! No, *neither* of you are Dracula now get in the car or nobody gets any ice cream!
Curse of Darkness:
Y'know how Dracula has a huge army at his disposal? Go play as the guy that made those armies except he's not a bad guy anymore because reasons. Also more leather fetish stuff, because I guess someone enjoyed it the last couple times?
Order of Shadows:
An obscure relative of the Belmont Clan goes and does the usual Belmont thing because for some reason people wanted to kill Dracula on a Java phone.
Portrait of Ruin:
Go kill this other guy that isn't Dracula while a know-it-all schoolgirl tags along and slaps people with encyclopedias and sometimes turns you into a frog.
Portrait of Ruin alternative joke:
Go kill not-Dracula and his not-daughters with the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP.
Dracula X Chronicles:
We finally get the good Dracula X in English, except you have to play through a weird remake of it to unlock the good stuff.
Order of Ecclesia:
Go kill Dracula by resurrecting Dracula with the thing that's supposed to kill Dracula, then using the thing that's supposed to resurrect Dracula to kill yourself in order to kill Dracula, then your best friend who's been trying to kill you the whole time takes the bullet because he secretly just wants to see you smile for him.
Our timelines are completely fucked up, so let's fuck them up even more by having the personification of time summon a bunch of random Belmonts and make them fight each other.
We're so sorry that the Game Boy one sucked so much, so here's an apology...about 19 years later.
People really wanted Symphony of the Night on phones, so we took Super Puzzle Fighter 2 Turbo and threw Alucard into it because iPhone users won't care.
Harmony of Despair:
Left 4 Dead is really popular guys, and people really want a high-def Castlevania game, so let's take the DS games, throw co-op into them, and let the player zoom out to see the whole castle at once because that's not totally unplayable or anything.
Lords of Shadow:
God of Whip: Chains of Belmont.
Lords of Shadow alt joke:
What a horrible night to have a quick-time event.
Lords of Shadow alt-alt joke:
A glorious waste of Sir Patrick Stewart, and oops I guess you're actually Dracula.
Mirror of Fate:
People really wanted another classic-style Castlevania so we said "to hell with them" and made the one nobody liked into a 2D game like nobody could tell the difference.
Lords of Shadow 2:
Castlevania and Metal Gear had a baby and this is exactly why inbreeding is illegal in most states.
We really wish Sonya Belmont was canon, guys. Also another Belmont with a gun.
Go kill Dracula. Oh wait, YOU'RE Dracula. Go kill Galamoth.
Wai Wai World:
A superhero, a scantily clad robot girl, a samurai, a pipe-wielding ninja bandit, a Moai head, King Kong, and Mikey from The Goonies join Simon Belmont to go kill...uh...something?
Wai Wai World 2:
Simon Belmont joins a machine-gun-wielding mercenary and a baby (among others) to go kill more shit.
Oh man. DEG was on point tonight. Kyo was wearing a gauzy white yukata, his white necklace, leather pants, kilt, and a leather… Thong vest? I’m not sure what to call it, or whether it was new, but it had utility pockets and it was strappy. Kinda S&M. Kaoru looked like he was having a really hard time. He was wearing a hand brace with his thumb bound and index/middle fingers wrapped together. It looked like he was straining to keep his hand straight while strumming with the pick stuck to his thumb. He also looked like johnny depp in sweeney todd. Yes. Everyone else was normal and awesome and enthusiastic and great. What a fucking day. Time to collapse. Child Prey and Kodou wat Vinushka