#viciousnessintelligencefic

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It's another tomorrow! But it's okay if the draft is still being evil 🙂‍↕️

actually i listened to the new noah kahan album and started furiously writing viciousness & intelligence again instead :/

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Do y’all want to know what keeps me up at night?

This.

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“Jealous” for the ask game!

Holy fucking gods, Nesta thought. Even in her own mind, she sounded breathless. She's jealous.

-- from viciousness & intelligence

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Fuck, marry, kill: Nesta, Azriel, Cassian

And does your answer change for canon-verse vs v&i-verse?

My answers definitely change depending on the universe. For canon, my answers are…

Fuck: Azriel. I’m a snoop, so I simply must know whether or not he’s a true freak in bed or if he’s just SJM’s white-bread idea of what a freak is. I want to see if I can [REDACTED] his [REDACTED] while he [REDACTED]s for me to [REDACTED] and then thanks me for all of it afterward.

Marry: Nesta. At the end of the day she just wants to eat cake and read, and that’s all I want too. I just hope and pray that I never become the target of her temper, because I’ll fight back and say things that are just as cruel and we’ll probably end up getting a frosty divorce in which I try to steal the House of Wind and Ataraxia out from under her with a real bulldog of a faerie lawyer. I hope I get a place in that “She can do no wrong 🥹💕🫶” chamber in Nesta’s heart that she reserves for Elain, Gwyn, and Emerie instead.

Kill: Cassian. Unfortunately, I already know how he operates in bed, and he lives in his best friend’s house with an alarming amount of roommates. Since Azriel is Azriel and Nesta is an extremely traumatized 25 year old, they get a pass for participating in that odd and codependent living situation. But Cassian is remarkably well-adjusted aside from his enduring desire to prioritize said best-friend-slash-landlord-slash-boss-slash-king and that girl he slept with that one time he was in high school over his partner. So as TLC once said, I don’t want no scrub.

But in V&I…

Fuck: Nesta. She’s been on a thrilling journey while she discovers how great queer sex can be via Azriel and Cassian, and now it’s her turn to explore. She’s also gaining full control of her Lady Death powers and I’m interested in researching those. For the fic.

Marry: Cassian. He’s already built me a family home in the mountains complete with a library, a little dining nook for the kids, and a rustic two-story den. He has hobbies that don’t include exercising. He reads my books just to share the experience with me. He does the cooking and the bulk of the home maintenance. He sleeps in sometimes. He’s broken his upsetting habit of defending Rhys to the detriment of his partners. He’ll encourage me to have an affair with Nesta. The only thing that could improve the situation is one of those minivans with a vacuum built into the trunk for all the kids I’m about to give them.

Kill: 🥲 I’ll eat a big bowl of cherries every year on Azriel’s birthday with Nesta and Cassian to remember him by. RIP king, gone but never forgotten.

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Just here cus I reread viciousness and intelligence and needed to thank you again for being the best and writing something that sort of changed my life. Thank you 🩷🩷

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I’ve read viciousness & intelligence AT LEAST a dozen times now. Just saw the note about you finishing your degree. Congrats on that! Thanks for the writing xx

Aw, thank you! I'm a full-blown librarian now with a master's degree and everything 📚🎓 And thank you for sticking with V&I and me on our slow trek toward the finish line.

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THE V&I UPDATES MADE MY YEAR SO FAR!!! THANK YOU!!!!! I WAS SO FRICKEN EXCITED TO SEE THAT YOU UPDATED THE FIC (I check AO3 every single day lol) - I ABSOLUTELY SPAMMED MY BOOK CLUB GROUP CHAT WITH MY EXCITEMENT. <3 <3 <3 :) :) :) Sincerely, V&I's #1 fan who needed you to (once again) know how much I adore your version of Nessriel.

Aw, thank you so much! I'm so happy you were excited to see that update 💕 I was really excited to get it out there and give Azriel and Nesta a little more time to grow closer before we dive into chaos.

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WIP Wednesday

It’s been a while since I dropped a little treat for the girls, hasn’t it? Here’s a little peek at the upcoming chapter of viciousness & intelligence, though it’s been so long that I’m not sure if I’ve shared it before or not.

By the time Azriel had played Nesta through a slow, simple warm-up, his hands were aching, the stiff joints and tendons stretched past the point of comfort. But Nesta was calm. Her expression was soft for once, her power a steady flicker in the palm of her upturned hand, and he was loath to interrupt her. To interrupt this opportunity to marvel at her. She was magnificent. Every now and then, the flames licked upward or burned down to a silver ember. When they did, he would murmur a command to her: gentle, breathe, listen. He would walk his hands down the keys to the notes that seemed to resonate most with her power,  and he would play them again and again until she found her balance.  All the while, he watched her. Watched that icy flame grow and shrink in her palm at her command. Whenever Nesta teetered on the edge of losing control—when her brow wrinkled in frustration or her lashes kissed her cheeks as she concentrated harder—the planes of her face illuminated with the unholy inner light that her eyelids barely hid from view. It was breathtaking; Azriel had never imagined a fire could be so beautiful before. But that small, cold bit of light skimming her elegant features danced in time with his shadows to the songs he played, and it possessed the same dangerous, vicious beauty as its mistress. Nesta’s free hand remained anchored on his thigh throughout it all. Once, Azriel ventured away from simple scales to plunk out a syrupy-sweet waltz—the sort of simple tune a dancer might use while stretching before a lesson—and the flames spat and hissed. Her fingers tensed, but he pressed his leg into her palm to ground her once more and swept into contemplative nocturne instead. The silver fire calmed, and Azriel marveled freely at her once more. His Nesta. His mate. His miracle.