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    Now, in that study at the river estate, Cassian looked down at the female who would be staying with him for the near future. At the eyes that had drained of fire at the sound of her sisters words and were now nothing but hollow, unseeing.

    “You’re coming with me to the Illyrian Mountains,” he told her.

    Those steel blue eyes bore into his, unblinking. He waited for the retort, for the snide remark that would send him reeling but it didn’t come.

    Somehow, that was worse. It meant that the situation was far graver than any of them had realised.

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    A Nesta & Cassian fic - a tale of how Nesta slowly starts to heal and how she & Cassian grow back together.

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    “Spare me the self-righteous lecturing, Feyre. You and your new family believe yourselves superior: that anyone who is not deemed worthy by you must bow or be eliminated. I refuse to bow to those I do not respect: and I owe none of you any such obligation. Nor am I obligated to remain where my autonomy is threatened,” Nesta sighed, gentle yet commanding, her voice low and steady and unyielding. “I renounce all ties to the Night Court. From now on, you are no longer my sister.”

    “Where will you go?” Feyre snapped, but Nesta saw it: the sudden realisation that Nesta meant every word.

    “That is no longer your business. Goodbye, Feyre,” Nesta said softly. She rose to her feet, elegant as an empress despite her unkempt clothing. As she stared down her youngest sister, Nesta caressed the delicious power shimmering like slumbering embers deep in her heart, until her veins sang with silver fire, pure light, blistering heat, deadly yet silent.

    Flame was silent: everything it met shattered and snapped, disintegrating, unable to withstand it.

    She was flame. She was undiluted, unrefined, unapologetic power.

    She told Feyre, “You will not hear from me again.”

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    23 Aug 2026

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    Nesta had lived with pain all her life. She thought she knew how to keep it controlled, secret, afraid to burden her family even more with her inadequacy.

    Then, she was thrown into the Cauldron.

    Now, try as she might, the stolen fire that rages inside her only makes things worse, until she can no longer maintain the stone-faced mask that had gotten her through the first two decades of her life.

    When her truth comes to light, how will her family perceive her weakness? And more importantly, how will it affect an already tenuous relationship with a certain Illyrian?

    An AU in which Nesta has secretly lived with chronic pain her whole life, only to have it exacerbated by the powers she took from the Cauldron.

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    19 Aug 2026

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    Friendship and love bloom swiftly when you are days away from certain doom. But what happens to them when, against all odds, you survive?

     

    A mostly Éothíriel romance where...

    Lothíriel is a healer in the Houses of Healing, weary and quite alone as she tries to nurture Faramir and Lady Éowyn back into health, have hope and hold everything together in the days following the battle of Pelennor fields.

    Éomer is weary and quite alone too, shaken by the loss of his uncle and near death of his sister while bracing himself for yet another battle, one that might be the end of everything.

    Éowyn, having sought death in battle without success, now fears that she might be the only one who will be left alive of her people as others ride to face the enemy, and she is to stay behind in an unfamiliar city and try to find a reason to heal.

    Faramir, having also expected to die and unexpectedly being still alive, tries to recover from his injuries, grapple with his losses and be a Steward to a war-torn city, while also being a responsible adult in charge for two young noble ladies who don't exactly like being told what to do.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    I was not a woman well-named. My mother may have planned for a 'flower-garlanded maiden' but I was raised by my aunt Ivriniel who had no time for flowers or dancing or poetry or dresses. Certainly there was nothing in my education to prepare me for love at first sight...

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    06 Jan 2026