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    “You're a good teacher,” he says, and his voice is deep, rough in a way that does unfortunate things to her concentration.

    “Thank you.” She doesn't look up, continuing to coil cables with practiced efficiency.

    “I'm Cassian.”

    “I know.” She saw his name on the roster. Cassian Vallaincourt. Cottage twelve. Three-week stay. Party of four including his brother Rhysand, another brother named Azriel, and a woman named Morrigan McArthur.

    “And you are?”

    “Working.” She straightens, speaker in hand, and finally meets his eyes. Mistake. Up close, he's even more devastating. The scar through his eyebrow is thin and white, old enough to have a story. His jaw is sharp enough to cut, softened only slightly by the shadow of evening stubble. And those eyes—those impossible eyes—hold equal parts amusement and interest.

    “That's an unusual name,” he says, his mouth curving. “Your parents must be very industrious.”

    Despite herself, despite all her walls and careful distance, her lips twitch. “Nesta.”

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    During her last summer working at the resort in the Catskills, Nesta meets Cassian. Despite her valiant efforts, he barrels right past her defenses and changes her life forever.

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    “Tell me what you want,” she whispers, grinding once—gently, expertly.

    “I want,” he says, voice rough with control, “for you to do whatever you want to do to me.”

    She freezes for just a second. Then she turns around, straddling him fully, her knees caging his hips. Their faces are inches apart. She cups the back of the couch, her body swaying to the rhythm.

    “So this is a game, then?” she asks.

    “It might be,” he says, low. “Or maybe I just like to watch you wreck me.”

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    Nesta Archeron doesn't do repeats. She doesn't get attached. But something about Cassian—his restraint, his hunger, the way he looks at her like she's something holy and not just another transaction—makes her want to break all her rules.

    What begins as a distraction turns into something far more dangerous. When Cassian returns seven nights in a row their dynamic turns into a slow, burning power play neither of them fully controls.

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    *Providence (noun): divine guidance or care

    Phainon, an overworked and underpaid office worker by day (and demigod, monster hunter by night), is new to the city. He relies on his good friend Cyrene to introduce him to one of the city’s natives, a young waitress named Stelle who harbors a secret in her chest, to show him around bring some fun into his life.

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    Caelus and Stelle were twins. At least that's what they both agreed on waking up at the same time.Stelle though, thinks about all the people her brother has managed to attract.

    Basically, Stelle's thoughts on Caelus' admirers and how she might have some of her own?

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    Phainon’s feathers fluffed. “Teacher, I…I require advice. For…courting.”

    Aglaea’s grin was immediate and sharp. “Well then, it’s simple. Weave her something. A silken gift, spun from your very hands. Nets, webs, wrappings; the symbolism is obvious. Binding, devotion, protection. She’ll swoon.”

    “Ridiculous,” Anaxagoras interrupted, tail lashing the stone with a crack. His slit-pupiled eye fixed on Phainon with intensity. “If you want to prove loyalty, you offer something irreplaceable. For my kind, the eye is sacred. To give it is to give yourself entirely. Nothing less will do.”

    Phainon paled several shades, wings drooping. “...My eye?”

    *Collection of fics for Phaistelle Week 2025/rating subject to change

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