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unhealthyfanobsession · 1 year

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New Nessian Drabble

just a little brain child I couldn’t shake off. Set a few years after ACOSF.

“What the fuck was that, Nesta!” Cassian snapped at her the way he only did when pure terror was coursing through his veins. Posture tense, fists clenched at his side, chest puffed out in that undeniably general-esque way of his. A stance and expression and throaty growl that brought fully grown Illyrian warriors to their knees.

But there was only one reason Nesta went to her knees in front of Cassian, and respecting his bullshit attempt to give her the general stare down was not that reason.

“I made the right call,” she shrugged, loosening a clip to slide the dagger buckled to her bicep down. “A little help?” She motioned to the intricate series of loops and fastenings that kept Ataraxia firmly sheathed down the column of her spine.

“The right call?” Cassian wretched his own twin blades easily off his back, wings splaying out to tear the buckles open.

“Showoff,” Nesta muttered.

“This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not laughing.” Nesta stared at him. “Im waiting for you to help me with my sword. Or do I need to find someone else?”

Cassian’s long legged stride ate up the meters of carpet between them in four strides. His hand raising to the side of her neck, head shaking in exasperation as his large thumb carefully stroked the column of her throat. “You could have died, Nes.”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “It’s a war, Cass.”

Cassian heaved a breath in, lungs filling with Nesta - crackling flames and honey toasted almonds. What would he do if he had to live the rest of eternity without that scent in his lungs?

“Hey,” Nesta said, a touch more gently. The ice-dipped flames in her eyes blinked out and were replaced with a brilliant, clear blue. She placed her hand on top of his, moving it down from her throat to the centre of her chest, just over her left breast. She took a deep breath in time with him and held his palm against her skin until the rhythm of their hearts slowed into one even beat. Not two hearts beating in sync with each other, but one single organ responsible for the lifeblood of two mates. “It’s ok. I’m safe. I’m right here.”

Cassian swallowed, nodding once before letting his forehead rest on hers. Golden-brown eyes ringed with emerald blinked slowly in time with blue-grey ones. So close their eyelashes fluttered against each other.

“You aren’t allowed to die before me,” Cassian whispered.

Nesta snorted in her attempt to cover up a laugh. “I do not remember agreeing to that.”

“It’s only fair,” he muttered. “I had to live 500 years without you.”

“That absolutely does not count,” Nesta scoffed. “I wasn’t even alive. And it’s not as if you were sitting around like a monk pining for your potential mate.”

“It counts,” Cassian nodded his head against hers. “I always knew something was missing. Someone.”

“Cute,” Nesta shrugged, “still doesn’t count.”

Cassian smirked, hands coming to wrap around Nesta’s waist. He let him thumbs wander naturally to the dimples on her lower spine, where she seemed to carry all the tension of Ataraxia’s massive weight. Slowly working relieving circles through the muscles. “Should we make a bargain?”

Nesta laughed out loud, forehead falling forward onto Cassian’s chest as she keened into her mate’s touch. “You really don’t get enough credit for how funny you are.”

“I’ve been saying that for centuries.” Still rubbing her back, Cassian rested his chin on her head and breathed her in once again. “I want the opposite of Rhys and Feyre’s bargain.” Nesta stilled. “I want you to promise me that you will keep living, even if it is without me.” Nesta’s mouth opened to argue, but Cassian continued speaking over her. “A few decades, even a few centuries … it isn’t enough time, Nesta. I love you, and I will always love you, but if something happened to me.” He swallowed, “Just promise me that you would still live. Not just survive, live.”

“I can’t promise that,” she whispered into his chest. “But I can promise that I will keep going. And that I will try.” She shrugged, the motion lifting his chin. “That’s the best I can do.” It was far more than she could have promised before the first war they saw together.

“Thank you,” Cassian whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“It would be pointless to ask the same of you, wouldn’t it?”

Cassian took a deep breath in, “I’ve had my time, love.”

Nesta did not argue with him this time. She knew exactly what he meant. He had time to experience life, to learn and grow. To be young and reckless, to be wise and respected. He had time.

Nesta had survived so much, and lived so little.

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #cassian #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #nesta and cassian #a court of silver flames #klaus and caroline #a court of mist and fury #acotar #nestaxcassian #a court of wings and ruin

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rurup04 · 2 months

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OPEN REQUESTS (fics)

🌟✨✍️ Exciting News Alert! Calling all ACOTAR fans! ✍️✨🌟

Hey there, lovely bookworms! 📚✨ It's time to dive into the magical world of ACOTAR with yours truly, Rurulandd! 🌹✨

First off, let me introduce myself properly! I'm Rurulandd, your resident dreamweaver, weaving tales and fantasies with the stroke of my keyboard. 🖋️✨ With a heart full of passion for literature and creativity, I'm here to embark on an exciting journey with you all.

I'm extending an open invitation to all of you wonderful readers out there. Whether you're a die-hard ACOTAR aficionado or just dipping your toes into this magical world, I welcome your requests for fanfics featuring you alongside your favorite characters. 🌟✨

Just drop me your request, detailing your desired scenario and which characters you'd like to star alongside.

[I already have in my draft two unfinished fanfics with OC x Azriel, I might publish some chapters and if you like them I can continue writing them!]

✨RULES✨

What do I accept?

-Everything: Angst, Fluffy and Smut (I have never written Smut, but I'm open to everything).

-The caracheters can be either an OC or the reader itself (either gn!reader or f!reader).

-Any fic with: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel (my man), Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Morrigan, Amren, Lucien, Eris, Kallias, Helion, Thesan, Tarquin, Jurian (you can ask me any other carachters, the ones I listed are the names that I remember).

What do I not accept?

-Anything that is too goory, you know what I mean (no carving on others bodies for sexual pleasure and extreme kinks).

-Pairing among ACOTAR carchters (like NestaxCassian or AzrielxEris) [I might accept in future, when I'll be more confident in my writing!]

-Incest

[Maybe in the future I will add something else, but for now that's it. Also, English isn't my first language, so please excuse me if I do any mistakes].

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devochka15 · 2 years

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Let me tell you why Nesta and the other Valkyries winning the blood right plot was stupid as hell. They have only been training for what, several months? And not only won but made it up the mountain and nesta was able to kill several Illyrian soldiers. Huge plot hole. I don’t care if your trainer is the best fighter in the world, a few months of training is only gonna teach you the basics.

Example: Aelin fucking Galathynius was the best assassin ever. Not a good assassin, the best. Had even the king shook. And when she went to train with Rowan? He handed her ass to her on a silver platter. She trained since she was a kid and was considered THE best assassin known. You expect me to believe that three women who have absolutely ZERO prior fighting experience and have only been training a few months to win the blood rite?

It was described as something extremely brutal and hard thing to do. It made not only the blood rite to be a lot easier than previously described but also made Cassian, Azriel and Rhys and not to mention the entirety of the Illyrian forces look weak AF. I’m all about girl boss vibe but SJM girlbossed too close to the sun on this book. She had 700+ pages to write and managed to obliterate her past badass portrayal of the Illyrian army.

I also saw a post saying how nesta was a queen for killing 6 Illyrian warriors while Feyra was weak and just stood around watching the war. 1) Feyra stepped in for the summer court and helped and fought there. 2) that was more realistic then what nesta did 100%. It made sense Feyra wasn’t fighting with the armies because she wasn’t trained for that yet and she would have been a hinderance. This whole book was one plot hole after the other. Pretty sure SJM just wrote it for the sex plot and money without serious thought into a real plot. Not to mention not even close to making nesta take accountability for her abusive behavior. She just gave her new friends.

Now if it was Morrigan who won the blood rite, that would have been believable and interesting to read about. She is 500+ years old with fighting experience who has trained with different fighting techniques and styles.

#anti nesta archeron #nestaxcassian #anti nesta #anti acosof #anti nessian #nesta and feyre #nesta #nesta archeron #pro inner circle #Azriel #cassian #cassian acosof #rhys #high lady feyre #high lord rhysand #morrigan #Mor #pro feyre #Feyre archeron

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dread3r · 2 years

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rereading acowar and look at cassian being proud of his mate for delivering the killing blow. also both archeron sisters are kingslayers.

#nessian #nesta archeron #acotar #acowar #cassian #nestaxcassian #nesta #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #a court of silver flames #cassian x nesta #nesta and cassian #sjm #sarah j maas #kingslayer

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lectophile · 3 years

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THEORY: NESSIAN MATING IS CONFIRMED, HEAR ME OUT

This was inspired by an incredible compilation by @nessiancalore of some of the best Nessian moments, which you can find here. Please check it out.

Anyways, this is the excerpt that struck me most.

Nesta had known. She gaped up at me, terror and agony on her face, then scanned the sky for Cassian, who flapped in place, as if torn between coming for us and charging back to the scattering Illyrian and Peregryn ranks. She’d known where that blast was about to hit.

Cassian had been right in the center of it.

Or would have been, if she hadn’t called him away.

@nessiancalore adds that “(I am convinced that the cauldron only tried to attack him in this scene because of her, I don’t know why)”

I don’t think she’s wrong at all (because my petty girl, Cauldron, over here is a petty little thing—let me tell you that).

and...I think that’s a confirmation that they’re mated.

Why would the cauldron know that Nesta cares about Cassian???

The Cauldron can’t read minds. It just can’t. We don’t ever see that happening. It can only see bonds and other Fae things like that, because it makes them. That’s why the king of Hybern thought that he could break the bond between Rhys and Feyre, because it was Cauldron made.

So, let me ask you: Why would the Cauldron try to kill Cassian to hurt Nesta? Why would it want to get him in order to hurt her? Because it wanted to take away something of equal weight of what she took from it—it wanted to take her mate.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?? A mate is so rare—no matter the fact that SJM mates people left and right—and some Fae don’t ever find them. It took Rhys 500 years to find his. It took his father about that time too, or maybe he was 800—I don’t know. But anyways, they are rare, they are incredible sacred, and losing one is one of the most unimaginable things a Fae could go through.

That leads to my next point: If losing a mate—if taking away her mate—is equal to what Nesta took from the Cauldron—Nesta is the most powerful Made being, and possibly Fae being, thus far. What she took was a piece of the creator of the world. It’s like when Aelin took a piece of Mala’s power and was all of a sudden the most powerful she had ever been—and remember she was already fcking powerful, Lorchan had even said that no Fae should ever have to bear that much power when he witnessed it, AND HE WAS PART OF THE LEGENDARY CADRE, SOME OF THE MOST POWERFUL MALES TO HAVE EVER EXISTED IN THEIR WORLD.

I CANNOT WAIT FOR ACSF.

(THANK YOU @princessofmerchants for tagging me)

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nestarg · 3 years

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F*CK IT, NESTA ARCHERON WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD AUNT.

#acotar 4 #nesta archeron #cassian #nesta #nesta x cassian #nessian fanfic #nestaxcassian #acosf #nessian #a court of silver flames

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acourtofpointythings · 3 years

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Amren said Nesta could not and would not fit in a mold but then tried to do just that to her. So on behalf of SJM and ACOSF to Nesta…

I’m so sorry you were forced into that mold.

I’m sorry you were forced to forgive and apologize to the people that hurt you.

I’m sorry your romance was not what you deserved.

I’m sorry you didn’t get to be you’re ferocious and cunning self and instead had to apologize and accept that you didn’t want to be powerful when you wanted to be.

I’m sorry you didn’t get the healing or the book you deserved.

I’m sorry your story wasn’t told for you but for some one else.

I’m sorry people— like your sisters— weren’t there for you.

You do not fit the mold, and that’s okay but I’m sorry you were melted and then forced into it. Dance your way out Nesta.

You deserved a better story that you would have been proud of.

To the girls and boys like Nesta… despite this book making you think there is a mold you have to fit into… you don’t. No mold is perfect for everyone. It’s okay to be cunning and snarky. To stand out and be proud. You don’t have to apologize to be you.

#a court of silver flames #acotar #nesta archeron #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #acomaf #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #acowar #nestaxcassian #nestaarcheron #nesta a court of thornes and roses #nesta acotar #nesta acosf

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julemmaes · 4 years

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Love her like she should be loved

Cassian and Nesta Archeron modern au

So, this morning I was scrolling through Tumblr and I saw this post who said “i just want a fic with cassian defending nesta!!! idc what the context even is i just want to see him being offended on nesta's behalf and being ready to throw hands” and I obviously couldn’t resist. The post is this one.

Nesta is not really present in this specific part, if you want more of this au you can always send an ask (and a prompt if you want) and yall know I would continue this without hesitation. Hope you enjoy, as always:)

Word count: 3,266

His day was not going well.

He was supposed to give an analysis exam that morning, but the professor had not warned any of the students that he wouldn’t show up because of something personal. After an hour in which they waited, one of the secretaries of the university came to inform them that no test would be held, Cassian just wished he was dead. In addition, he had spent the entire afternoon serving at Elain's small café and now he was exhausted. Especially since he had to argue with an old lady who insisted on ordering something that wasn't on the menu.

Sometimes the girl would ask him to help her, when it happened that the staff was not available and the customers were much more numerous than one would expect on a Wednesday in the middle of February. Cassian didn't mind, he would have nothing better to do anyway. With his part-time job at a bookstore and his classes at the university, he found it hard to have days to himself and never made plans unless he was sure he could get them done. Then, however, a little extra money would help.

He had just arrived at the door of the apartment he shared with his two brothers when he heard Morrigan's shrill voice, followed by Feyre's loud laugh.

Shit, he had completely forgotten that they were all going to be home tonight.

Puffing, he opened the door and as soon as he walked in he was welcomed by the exalted cheers coming from the living room. He closed his eyes, grimacing. They were all already drunk. He heard Rhysand calling out to him and, taking off his shoes very slowly, went to the others.

"There he is! Fucking finally," shouted Mor, lying halfway down on Amren's legs, "You took your time. Ellie said you left the shop more than two hours ago, where have you been?" she asked with shiny eyes because of the alcohol. Cassian took a look at the others and saw that the only one who seemed to be still sober was Azriel, but looking at the glass in his brother's hand he knew he wouldn't be like that much longer.

He moved his gaze back to the blonde and shook his head, "Taking a walk." he simply replied, then ran a hand over his face, "Well guys, I'm going to sleep. I would kindly ask you to keep it down, but I know it's impossible, so if you could not drag it out too long, you would do me a favor."

Rhysand burst out laughing and Cassian turned to him, noticing only now that Feyre was curled up on his lap, "I don't think so. You haven't partied with us in almost a week." Azriel made a sound of approval, whispering a faint true, "We miss you," he added, sulking.

Cassian snorted again, they were right. Actually, he hadn't been on the couch to have a drink with his friends for over a week, but there was a very specific reason. And the reason was called Nesta.

It had been five very long months and keeping their relationship hidden was starting to get tough.

"Listen," began Cassian, trying to find a way to escape it one more time and go to sleep. "I'm very happy that you only have three classes a day and then you can come here and get shit-faced, but-"

"Oh come on, my sister's coming later too." Feyre interrupted him, slurring her words. "We could play Risiko, with your rules. Would you stay in that case?"

He knew very well that it wasn't Nesta. No, it couldn't have been her. They never invited her. And he wasn't in the mood to play Drunken Risiko at all.

Cassian glanced at her involuntary, clenching his jaw and starting to walk backwards towards his room. "I repeat, I'm very pleased that you still have so much time to lose in these things, but tomorrow I have to work all day and I'm exhausted."

Armen scoffed, "God it's like hearing her sister," said the friend looking him straight in the eye, pointing with her chin to Feyre, who had tightened even more on her boyfriend. Cassian stopped at the living room door, looking at Amren in turn. Feyre nodded, with her eyes closed, "It's true, she’s been a bit of a bitch lately.”

As Feyre spoke, Cassian saw the image of Nesta smiling at him as she sat on her kitchen island, telling him he was an idiot.

Rhysand chuckled and leaned his head against the back of the armchair, "Take the 'a bit' away."

"The other day I met her at the mall and, like any sane person would do, I went to say goodbye to her and she just looked at me and left," Morrigan said, settling better on the couch, in what everyone in their group called the gossip pose. Legs bent under her body and a glass of red wine in her left hand.

Cassian wanted to leave, but couldn’t move. That was the reason why he hadn't been able to go out with his friends in the last few days: whatever they did, in one way or another, they were able to drag Nesta into the conversation and talk shit about her.

"I just can't figure out what's wrong with her," said Rhys, looking annoyed by what Morrigan had just told them. Cassian remained silent. He didn't want to argue with his family and it would have been avoided if he had simply left.

Feyre stood up to pour herself another glass of wine. She sat down next to Amren, resting her head on her friend's shoulder, "I really wish I knew that."

It would be enough if you talked to her from time to time, thought Cassian, crossing his arms on his chest. He caught Azriel's gaze for a second and saw that his older brother was watching him attentively. Too attentively for his liking. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking what he wanted. Azriel was about to open his mouth when the doorbell rang. Everyone's attention sprang towards the door.

"It must be Elain," said Azriel as he stood up, "hopefully she's not as dead as someone else is tonight," he said, making a snide remark to Cassian, who took advantage of the moment to turn on his heels and go to sleep. Elain wouldn’t have been offended if he didn't say hi.

As soon as he closed the door to his room he took a deep breath.

He undressed and lay down on the bed without worrying too much about getting under the covers. He let his hair loose, letting it fall on the pillow and then he starred at the ceiling. He picked up the phone shortly after and opened the gallery, starting to scroll through the photos in the folder called books' stuff.

Rhysand had a nasty habit of taking his cell phone and looking through his stuff and this was the only way to make sure he didn't see the hundreds of photos he had of Nesta and himself.

He thought about the last half year they had spent together.

He thought about how almost five months earlier Nesta had felt sick while she was alone with him and how she thanked him when he was able to calm her down and how she ran away soon after.

He thought of himself, losing whole nights of sleep thinking about what to do, whether to try to talk to her about what had happened or whether to let it go.

He thought of when Nesta had insulted him when he had given her the number of his therapist and when after talking to her for hours about his personal problems Nesta had looked at him with a completely different expression on her face.

He thought about when she had refused his therapist's number again, but promised him she would seek help.

After a month, she asked him if he wanted to go out with her. On a date. Cassian was a bit shocked at the invitation, convinced that Nesta was not looking for anything serious at the time. He had accepted regardless and this had led to several other dates, before they made it official about two months later.

Neither her sisters nor his brothers suspected a thing and both were inclined to keep it a secret. Nesta had had no problem doing so, as she hardly ever went out with the group, there was no risk of it slipping out of her mouth. For Cassian it was something else entirely. Especially in the last period.

Nesta was going through a very difficult period and Cassian was always nervous, on edge, ready to do whatever Nesta needed. While their families did nothing but insult his girlfriend.

There had been days when Cassian, worried that Nesta hadn't answered him for hours after calling him desperate because of something that had happened at work, nearly broke down. He had run to her apartment that time and Nesta had not opened the door. He had almost called Feyre to ask her for the spare key, but he managed to convince Nesta to let him in.

They had spent two days in her bed together, Cassian making up a stupid excuse with his brothers for not being home.

His flood of thoughts was interrupted when he heard the others laughing.

He put the phone on the bedside table again and lay down on his side, trying not to listen to what they were saying in the other room.

It proved impossible.

"Have you heard from Nesta lately?" Feyre asked. Cassian brought the pillow over his ears, but it was of no use. "No, not really. She doesn't even answer the phone," answered Elain.

"Yeah no, because I ran into her the other day while I was shopping and she didn't even say hello." Mor repeated in that shocked tone.

Cassian loved everyone in that house so terribly, but if they had continued like that, he would have had to go out.

"I really don't understand how she can behave like that." a little pause, "I've tried so many times to get her to do something with me, but every time she insults me and tells me to mind my own business." Cassian knew about Feyre's various attempts to help her sister. Nesta had told him about all the times she had tried to force her to dress up in a certain way so she could go dancing and meet some guy. Of all the times Feyre had told her that she needed a holiday, that they could go together to places like Adriata or on the south coast, where the beaches were populated with life and people their age.

"God that girl really gets on my nerves," said Rhysand. Cassian wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him.

"I feel sorry to even talk about her like this, but there are times when I can't understand why she hates me so much." Feyre spoke again. Cassian scoffed, knowing full well that she didn't feel sorry at all. Elain replied, "Oh no, Fey-Fey, don't feel bad. She's the one who gets away from everyone."

"But does she realize that if she continues like this she will die alone and sad?" this comment broke something inside Cassian's chest. Even more so because it was Mor who had said those words.

"Maybe she deserves it. With how she treats you, she doesn't even deserve you looking after her in this way".

"Maybe you are right. Every time I try something new, she pushes me further and further. It makes me feel like a bad sister," continued Feyre, in a lower voice than before.

"See? It also makes you feel bad. She's just a selfish bitch who seeks attention," concluded Rhysand.

Cassian couldn't take it anymore and got out of bed, slamming the door against the wall when he opened it.

"Cassian-"

When he entered the living room Mor looked at him with wide open eyes. She had got up and was coming towards him when he raised his hand to stop her.

"Shut up!" he shouted as he looked at Rhysand immediately afterwards. "Repeat what you said." he challenged him, keeping his distance. They were all looking at him in shock. His breathing ragged.

"Cass...what's going on?" asked Elain, getting up and standing next to Mor.

"I said shut up," he said, keeping his gaze fixed on his younger brother. "Again, repeat what you just said."

Rhysand looked at him with blurred eyes. Perfect, he was completely drunk, "Calm down man, we were just talking about Nesta." He looked at him frowning, "What's wrong with you?" said Rhys getting up and stiffening, staggering slightly. Azriel stood up in turn, shifting his gaze quickly from one brother to another.

Cassian contracted his jaw, clenching his fists.

"Why are you so upset?" asked Feyre, always sitting, probably too drunk to stand. Cassian looked at her and took a deep breath. Feyre looked at Amren as soon as she burst out laughing.

Everyone’s focus shifted to the girl, who looked like she was about to be sick from all the laughter. Mor kept looking at him though and he just wanted to tell her to stop staring.

"Why are you laughing?" Rhysand asked, even more confused than before.

Amren wiped her tears away, "It’s so fucking obvious that Cassian and Nesta are dating at this point that I really don't know how you haven't figured it out yet."

Cassian looked at her with his mouth wide open, "How...?"

"You have no idea how much of an open book you are for those who know where to look." replied Amren without even glancing at him.

"I was waiting for you to tell me about it." Azriel confessed in a low voice. Cassian turned toward him, frowning. Azriel raised his hands as a sign of surrender, shaking his head, "You have hardly been home for a long time, and perhaps I should have asked earlier, but I had my suspicions for a while." he smiled at him, "Well, congratulations." Azriel said, tilting his head and drinking a sip of beer. A toast. Cassian felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.

A weight that fell on him once again when he heard a choked laugh on the other side of the sofa.

"Congratulations? Azriel, are you serious?" Rhysand asked incredulously, passing his hand over his face.

Feyre and Elain were looking at each other in dismay.

"How can you think of getting with-" Mor was staring at him with her mouth open. "-shit, with Nesta? How can you be with such a person?"

Cassian saw red with anger. "Such a person you say?"

Rhysand approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Yes Cass, such a person. You know that she has no emotions other than disgust and hatred." Cassian moved to avoid his brother's touch. Disgust. Hate.

He saw Nesta smiling at him with one of his T-shirts on, lying in her bed, whispering I love you.

Cassian shook his head. "I really can't tell if you're joking or being serious when you talk about her." he whispered not being able to believe what they were saying. "Nesta, your sister," he said, addressing directly the two Archeron present, "is not doing good."

Elain had the decency to seem surprised. Feyre looked at him with shining eyes, whether it was alcohol or emotion he couldn't tell.

"Nesta is sick and the only thing you can do," he pointed out, "is to sit and drink and insult her until you feel satisfied with yourself.

"We've tried so many times to intervene," Feyre defended herself, in a small voice. She put her hands between her thighs. Cassian laughed and threw his hands to the sky.

"Intervene? Intervene, really?" he asked her sarcastically. He laughed again, no trace of amusement in that sound. "You mean when you went to her house, a few weeks ago, and yelled at her because she didn't want to go out with you and she answered you badly when you told her she had to stop being depressed?" now he was shouting. "Or when you told her that she sucked as being a sister and that she should be a better example for you and Elain?" Feyre held her breath, shutting her eyes.

Cassian turned to the other girl, "And you?" he asked her, a false smile on his lips, "Jesus, Ellie, I see you treating the rest of the world with gloved hands every day. You talk to people as if they were wounded animals and it never occurred to you that your sister might be the only one who really needs it?"

He no longer knew who he was talking to as he raised his voice further and started walking around the room. "If instead of telling her what to do, every day. You always say, say, say, try for once and ask for fuck’s sake. If for once you asked instead of doing whatever the hell you want. It would be enough if you were more interested in what she wants to do and less in what you would like her to do" his head was pounding.

He turned to Rhysand at the end. He gritted his teeth, a grimace of repulsion on his face. "You disgust me the most." his voice broke.

"Cassian-" Azriel got in the way.

"No, Az." as he looked at his older brother he thought that he too was no less. He had never said anything about Nesta, never, but he had never even stopped the others or tried to justify the behavior of the older Archeron.

"You were sick once." Cassian said, as he approached Rhysand. He looked at him raising his chin, breathing heavily. "You were sick and I helped you. You treated me the way Nesta treats her sisters. You treated me worse," he whispered, referring to when he and Rhysand ended up beating each other, because Cassian had pushed him over the edge, "You know what she's going through better than anyone probably does, and yet you're the first one to throw shit at her." Rhys looked towards Feyre. "You don't even know her. And yet you’re ready to act like your dad.” Rhys’ eyes shot to him, any trace of color draining from his face. Cassian knew he’d just hit the right spot.

"And you Mor." He turned to his oldest friend. "You're better than that. You all are." he said to no one in particular.

He closed his eyes and ran both hands over his face.

"None of you ever tried to ask her how she was. None of you have ever made an effort. A real effort." he whispered, with anger coursing through his veins. "I get that Nesta can be difficult at times, but we are the only thing she has. The only thing she should have at least."

with that, he left, going to his room. He got dressed quickly, put on his shoes and grabbed the car keys. Before he left he turned towards the quiet living room, where everyone was staring at one another.

"Perhaps it would be better for us all if we searched our own hearts," he said, opening the door, "If something happens, send me a message. At least now you know where to find me."

Rhysand opened his mouth to talk, probably to apologize, but Cassian had already closed the door behind him.

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angryliltreeman · 3 years

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Imagine:

Nesta finds out she is pregnant years after accepting the bond with Cassian. She decides to wait to tell him because she knows just how rare and dangerous Fae pregnancy’s are.

One night while having dinner with the IC Elain has a vision. Everyone is supper worried because Elain seams to be really shook by what she saw and is just staring at Nesta. When Nesta asks Elain if she’s alright Elain explains that she saw two babies along with Nesta and Cassian in her vision.

And that’s how Cassian along with the whole Inner Circle finds out Nesta is pregnant. That’s also how Nesta finds out that she is having twins.

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No....I’m not fangirling over my own cannon......nope....

#nessian #imagine #inner circle #elain archeron #nesta archeron #nestaxcassian #acosf

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unhealthyfanobsession · 2 years

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Nesta: *glares at Cassian the same way she glared at everyone*

Cassian: she thinks I am not worth being kind to because I am but a lowly Illyrian bastard

Nesta: *doesn’t speak to Cassian after the war the way she doesn’t speak to anyone*

Cassian: Nesta has deemed me unworthy of her time because I am but a lowly Illyrian bastard

Nesta: *drinks herself half to death and copes by tearing the new body she hates as if it is an object which means nothing to her*

Cassian: wow. Nesta is sleeping with all these males instead of me because I am but a lowly Illyrian bastard.

The IC (and fandom): Nesta how COULD you constantly tell Cassian he is not worthy. How could you go on and on about him being a bastard. How could you target him specifically with your cruelty when HE is so clearly the one in a vulnerable spot right now. You don’t understand. He was once poor for like 8 years as a child and 500 years later despite endless wealth and power is still caught up in that and attributes everything wrong in his life to it. How could you reinforce that by not fucking him immediately??? What a monster. Witch. How awful!!!

Friendly reminder that Nesta literally mentions the *bastard* thing ONCE in a BONUS CHAPTER while Cassian is purposefully sexually goading her. She then defends him for literally the rest of the series while he is continuously ashamed of her and doesn’t even talk to her in front of his friends so …

Can we please move on from this narrative?Like damn, a girl can’t even be traumatized by a war without everyone making it about Cassian’s insecurities.

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #nesta and cassian #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar #nessian fanfiction #nestaxcassian #a court of wings and ruin

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wisteriabookss · 3 years

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what does this meaaaan?? is death controlling her or is she controlling it? cause death is gripping HER, she’s not gripping IT.

#nesta #nessian #nestaxcassian #nestaarcheron #nesta archeron #sjm #sarah j mass #acosf #a court of silver flames

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dread3r · 3 years

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Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death: Cassian and Nesta Archeron

For it was music between their souls. Always had been. And his voice was her favorite melody.

A Court of Silver Flames (2021)

“I’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her. Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.” - Cassian (ACOWAR)

“I always thought she was born on the wrong side of the wall. She made ballrooms into battlefields and plotted like any general. Like you two.”

- Elaine Archeron (ACOSF)

Presenting our unstoppable power couple, tHE MATING BOND COULDN’T HAVE BEEN MORE LOUDDDDD-

*SCREAMS IN MEANT TO BE*

#nesta #nesta x cassian #nessian #nestaxcassian #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of frost and starlight #nesta archeron #archeron sisters #acosf #acomaf #acotar #acowar #acofs #sjm

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jackiesstudies · 3 years

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#debunked

bc everyone in my mentions have excuses when i say i don’t like nesta: I CAN HAVE MY OWN OPNION

1) “why don’t yall hate elain too”- because she tried to help feyre. at least she planted food and helped prep and did what she said. nesta really said she’d rather get her nails dirty than chop wood so they wouldn’t freeze.

2) “she hasn’t had the same time to heal” - yes? she has? when she and elain were alone with all the money tamlin gave them and when they were at the mansion. elain was off getting married and nesta was...holding a grudge against their disabled father.

3) “feyre’s pov can’t be trusted” - why not? she’s the main character and it’s her story???? even if her thoughts on nesta weren’t fair you literally read the things she SAYS to people. that came out of HER mouth. i think ya’ll are trying to hard to make her a non-rude person when it was in the book’s dna.

4) “she had a hard life before the girls were born” - so did rhysand, cassian, azriel, morrigan and every other sjm character in the actoar series. they weren’t bitches about it. plus she’s rude to NEW people. the fae met her and was trying to be nice and suddenly she’s just being mean? its not cute.

whats the next excuse???

#cassian #nesta #nesta archeron #cassian x nesta #nestaxcassian #acotar #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of war and ruin #acosf #rhysand #feyre

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lectophile · 3 years

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So a thought:

Nesta has unimaginable power. She doesn’t understand it. She has only used it once since she got it.

Rowan said that Fae that don’t use their power go crazy.

Aelin said she liked using her power to heat bath tubs because it took an edge off of it.

Rhys said that it was sometimes overwhelming because he could never use his power to the full extent if he didn’t want to decimate people.

Umm so...not only is Nesta dealing with the trauma created by...

being sexually assaulted;

seeing Elain be forced into the Cauldron, not knowing if she would live bc she didn’t know what the fcking thing was, and then seeing her come out Fae;

being forced into the Cauldron and having a 1v1 with it;

witnessing war and carnage;

her father dying before her eyes and complicating the way she had seen him her entire life....

....(there’s more but those just came to mind) but she’s also most likely having to deal with the psychological repercussions of not using her power for about a year—a year.

A YEAR. Remember the damn scene right by Terrassen when Aelin had to use her power blast to save everyone instead of using it on Maeve??? Remember how her fire was blue it was so hot??? Remember how Rowan barely saved everyone from being roasted alive by the steam because of how hot her flame was??? Remember how Aelin was LITERALLY glooowinnnggg like a GOD and her hair was all wavy in the air and stuff??? That was months of not using her powers. Nesta hasn’t used her powers in a year. Even then, Nesta has only used her powers once.

I wonder if that will be covered in ACSF.

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