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Cassian sucks in a breath at the very look of her, but he holds his arms tighter to his chest.

He won't run to her and hold her like he wants. He won't let his arms be her blanket and he won't gather her to his chest so his heart might be her pillow. She won't rest comfortably where he thinks is safest.

When has she ever been safest with him?

All he has is empty words, empty promises, and maybe his heart is empty too and that's why she won't go to him. If Nesta Archeron is good at one thing, it's spotting a coward when she sees one, and Cassian sleeps with the dogs... any place but where she needs him.

And now, her face is as pale as death, all white and moonlit and once again he's failed her. Her cheeks are flushed red and his fingers itch to run along the bridge of her nose and see if he can't feel how warm she is even as she shivers beneath her throws. But what good would that do when she's so small and fragile, when she's always been too much for this world?

"She's been passed out cold since late last evening, but we didn't know where she lived so we've kept her up here."

"We gave her more blankets, but she kept kicking them off..."

"And we tried to give her soup, but she couldn't keep anything down... she didn't seem to like us feeding her."

That doesn't surprise Cassian in the least. It seems fitting for this female who's brows scrunch up at the mere sound of his voice. As if she finds him distasteful even in sleep.

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Your Cassian is so perfect 😭😭❤️

Thank you! I've gotten a lot of positive feedback, which is a relief! ...Although, full disclaimer, I don't think any of the stuff I've drawn is actually "from the book" (or any book in the series) so I am pretty much just doing my own thing with these characters. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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it never fails to surprise me how some people will simply take every single thing in a story at face value and assume that what the characters are saying or doing or thinking must always be true even when all of the context clues are screaming the opposite

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Holy smokes…CASSIAN EVERYBODY!!!!!!

Artwork by artworks_by_rokii on insta 🥵😫

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The Viscount's First Proposal

What He Said:I took liberties. I did not want it to happen like that, so I came to apologize... and to ask you to marry me.

What She Thought:I didn't want this to happen, but we banged and you are not dead. So I guess, we have to marry.

What He Really Meant:I had a whole plan for our first time, I didn't want us to just bang in the gazebo. I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you. I haven't sniffed you in a week and your scent is driving me crazy. Words are asjhklsjjklll..marry me.

Clowning aside. Here is a fanfic I wrote which imagines a scenario where Kate accepts Anthony's first proposal. Let me know what you think

The One Where Kate Accepts Anthony's First Proposal - LoveIsStrong - Bridgerton (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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Cassian and Nesta - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @courtmakes_art

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@nerisweek Day Two: Headcanons

Eris is, of course, a dog person, and Nesta loves his smokehounds, but one day he surprises her with an incredibly small-brained orange kitten and she goes full cat lady.

The Autumn Court is obviously extremely witchy, and Nesta often jokes that the orange cat is her familiar (which is hilarious because the cat is utterly incompetent and could not assist with anything, let alone magic, to save his life).

Nesta is very close with Eris’s mother, the previous Lady of the Autumn Court, who becomes the loving, supportive mother figure that Nesta never had.

Nobody (except Eris’s brothers) is afraid of Nesta and her power in the Autumn Court. Everyone accepts her just as she is, and her deathly, eerie power fits right into a land that is forever dying. She’s especially popular around Samhain/Calangaeaf/whatever their version of spooky season is. She always wins the pumpkin exploding contest.

Their incredible dance skills lead to a very hot, borderline acrobatic sex life. Like, you know they’re doing lots of dirty dancing and flexible positions.

Eris is a total brat tamer and Nesta is mad bratty, but she also dommes the fuck out of him.

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Ok ok so hear me out

Prompt- basically one where Nesta and Cassian didn’t mate at the end of of ACOSF, never even slept together. Nesta just ends up giving in and agreeing to train or work in the lib and eventually becomes ‘apart’ of the inner circle and does magic and shit for them or whatever.

And cassian of course is overjoyed because nesta is part of the fam now and he keeps trying to play with her or rile her up (like the old Cassian did) back to his old self now that she’s doing what they want but because nesta was forced to submit she’s just a shell of a person, doesn’t want to argue with him or anyone, just does what she’s told. And now cassians beginning to really panic (as he should) because he just wants her to be happy

Love your work btw <3

Did someone ask for ✨Angst✨

Nesta learned young that the world wanted silence from women.

Yes, she had been a woman then. A girl and then a woman and now … a female. Pretty dresses and panting creatures who thought with the parts between their legs and a list of rules she never wanted to follow. The only difference in this life was that it would never end.

The Fae claimed to be different, well, the hypocrites she was surrounded by claimed to be different.

The humans rapped her knucles with hard wooden switches and pulled her spine up straight and sat her on the shelf like a pretty little doll to be silent decoration. They demanded silence and a pretty smile.

Feyre and Rhysand and their merry little court put a sword in her hand and sent her to war even as they demanded the same thing. She was allowed to speak and sweat and curse as much as she pleased. She was allowed to be wild as Feyre always had been, but still they expected silence.

Silence where it mattered.

Nesta found her spot in this court when she started to learn from Elain. When she noticed that no one bothered her no matter how far she fell, how depressed she clearly was, how haunted her eyes looked. No one yelled or locked her away or claimed to hate her. You could not hate a person who never said what they thought.

It was a different kind of freedom, Nesta supposed, to be completely numb. To watch your own too long, too graceful fingers slip past this beautiful, hazy possibility you once clung to with battered knuckles and a warrior’s spirit.

They never commented on her drinking now, though it was worse than it had ever been. Feyre giggled and set bottle after bottle between them on a coffee table as she prattled on about her mate and her baby and whatever new way the world was set to end this time. Nesta smiled now as she never had before. Smiled and nodded and made a well timed joke between sips of pink spiked summer water and Feyre never noticed.

How proud she was of herself, of the warrior sister she plucked from the slums and gave a purpose.

Nesta wore the dresses Rhysand gifted her even though the softest silk felt like sandpaper against her skin. She ate at their table and fought all of their battles and it was almost tolerable.

Living like a tiger in one of those roaming circuses. Not free, not allowed to be what it was born to be, not allowed to revel in its pouncing nature, but … secure. Fed and managed and perfectly fine.

She was perfectly fine.

“Nes is going to kick your ass pretty soon if you don’t get back in the ring, Rhys,” Cassian joked one night as he peeled sweat-soaked leathers from his toned body. Tossing them to the floor, treating the House like his maid the way he always had. The way he would have no reason not to.

“I could kick his ass now,” Nesta said on cue and without inflection. That was her line. Cassian baited Rhys and she flexed the muscles she let him train into her body and agreed with whatever he said.

“It would be a waste for Nesta and I to ever spar with fists.”

Nesta swallowed. She had no line for that. No witty response for mention of her party trick power that was only allowed out on Rhys and Feyre’s command. Cassian swooped in, convinced it was a lasting sensitivity he must save her from. “As long as none of us play her in cards,” he joked.

Nesta rolled her eyes and laughed how she was supposed to.

It wasn’t until later that night, long after the sun had set, when she was drinking her way through Rhys’ rapidly declining supply of good whiskey, that she realized her mistake.

The numbness only worked when no one looked too close. And no one ever cared to … except for him. He always looked too close.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Of course.” Maybe that was where she went wrong. Being too amicable. Somewhere, in a deep echo chamber where she kept all her true thoughts locked away, Nesta knew that she would never acquiesce without a snarky comment. She didn’t have the energy to find that line. And why should she? Everyone but him was fine with this.

Cassian sat too close on purpose, pressed his knee against hers and took a long drag from her glass rather than getting his own. He refilled it and licked the side before giving it back to her.

Nesta took a sip from the other side. His eyebrows knitted together.

“Still insisting on all this fabric I see,” he grinned lecherously, picking up the gauzy end of her nightgown. “Feyre and Mor don’t take you to that fun shop by the rainbow?”

“They do,” Nesta nodded, eyes fixed on a spot in the distance.

“Maybe you would let me join you next time?” He smirked, bicep brushing up against her shoulder.

“If you would like.”

“And you can try some things on for me?” Nesta nodded as she took another sip of her drink.

“If you would like.”

“And then we can go behind the store and fuck like animals in plain sight?”

“If you-“ Nesta paused, mind catching up to the words she had been tuning out.

“There we go,” he sighed, moving back and sinking into the chair beside her. “There was actually life in your eyes for a second there.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Cassian leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Talk to me, Nes.” She hated when he called her that, hated the softness he insisted on cloaking her with in his own mind. “What’s wrong?”

Everything. “Nothing.”

“That’s bullshit!” Nesta winced, because the last time Cassian said those words to her …

“I’m fine,” she forced a smile. “Really!” She couldn’t go back. Couldn’t go back to being locked away and cut off and terrified. She couldn’t go back to being desperate and under their control all the time.

“You aren’t fine,” he whispered. “You barely even seem like yourself, Nes.”

“Exactly,” she felt her eyes spark for just a second before dousing them in cold water. “I am better now.”

Cassian only blinked. “Better?”

“Just like you all wanted.”

“We didn’t want a shell, Nesta!” His voice rose, cracking at the top in a way she had never heard.

“Of course you did,” she shrugged. “Everyone is happy this way, Cassian.”

“I’m not,” he shook his head, eyes going wide with the realization of just how empty she was now.

Typical Cassian to change his mind just when she gave him everything he wanted.

“I am sorry to hear that.”

“Nesta what the fuck?” He nearly toppled out of his chair, falling to his knees with an audible crack. Nesta raised her legs up and hugged them to her chest to avoid contact. “Nesta this isn’t … where did you go?”

“I am right here,” she smiled her new smile. The one that danced like a reluctant spirit on her lips and would never reach her eyes.

“No,” he shook his head. “No this isn’t … this isn’t you, Nes.”

“Of course it is,” she shrugged. “It is exactly the me you told me to be.” Even her accusations sounded like sleepy sighs. “Train or go to the human lands. I trained. Live here or go to the human lands. I lived here. Play nice or be cut off. I played nice.” Nesta looked up, past his eyes instead of into them. “I followed all your rules, Cassian. You don’t get to change them now just because your favourite toy is broken.”

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 lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie - this one for nessian please. bonus points if Nesta didn’t notice she was touch starved until then

gonna blast this one out before I go back to work hehe. hope you enjoy 💓

Nesta knocked on Cassian’s door and did her best not to awkwardly fidget until he came to answer it.

“Hey, you made it,” Cassian said once he opened the door. He looked handsome as usual, his curls loose around his shoulders and dressed casually in a hoodie and sweatpants. “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” Nesta murmured, letting herself be ushered into his apartment.

Things were still pretty new between them — they’d only been on a handful of dates after their friends had conspired to get them together. Cassian had invited her over for movie night, and Nesta had been happy to accept. She liked going out and getting to know him in a romantic context, but nothing beat staying in and wearing comfortable clothes.

“I like your pajamas,” Cassian commented, turning over his shoulder to shoot her a smile as he lead them to his living room. “They look comfy.”

Nesta rolled her eyes as she motioned to her matching blue loungewear set. “No one’s stopping you from getting your own.”

He just laughed before telling her to make herself comfortable on the couch, pressing a remote into her hand while he went to gather snacks. She took a second to grab a nearby blanket and wrap herself up in it before scrolling through his various streaming services, eventually settling on one of her favorites by the time he returned with popcorn and waters for them.

“Anastasia? Good choice,” Cassian commented as he set everything down on the coffee table.

“It’s one of my favorites,” Nesta replied. She waited until he turned off the lights and sat down next to her before speaking again. “Do you want any blanket?”

“What am I, a heathen?” he joked. “Of course I do. Get over here.”

Nesta daintily placed herself in Cassian’s arms, a bright spot in her chest filling with warmth once he tugged her over and wrapped himself around her. He maneuvered them so he was laying down and she was laying on top of him, managing to find the remote and press play once they were situated.

“I missed you,” he murmured into her hair as the movie started.

Nesta buried her face in his chest before mumbling back, “I missed you too. A little.”

Cassian’s soft laughter vibrated against her cheek, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he started rubbing her back, his hands large and warm and comforting even through the blanket and her shirt. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, already feeling drowsy. Dammit, she was supposed to stay awake so she could savor every moment of being in his arms, but it had been such a long day at work, and he was so comfortable, and he was touching her in a way she hadn’t admitted she’d missed being touched…

Nesta didn’t remember falling asleep, but when she woke up Cassian’s fingers were playing in her hair and Anastasia was revealing herself to her grandmother on screen. She felt so safe and warm and cared for, and years later, she would come back to this moment as knowing he was the one.

But for now, she would enjoy the rest of the movie while she could.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Cassian said. Nesta could hear the smile in his voice without looking at him. “Hope you had a good nap.”

“You were here,” Nesta replied before her brain caught up with her mouth. Before things could get too sentimental, she added, “Now shut up and let me enjoy the rest of this movie.”

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A different take on what happened after that conversation in ACOSF. I really wanted Cassian to have been punished a little more. So I’m sorry for another angsty fic but this is my therapy.

Everybody hates you

Part 1-

‘’Everybody hates you’’.

And with that, something final broke inside of her. What was the point? They would never understand. He would never understand.

So she was done too.

Done fighting. Because there was no point.

So she didn’t say anything, didn’t react as he stormed from the room. Kept her eyes on her plate and finished her meal. Azriel quietly finished his as well.

Once retired to her room she had sobbed until she fell asleep. And when morning came, she had met him on the roof of the house and agreed to training.

She remembered the look of utter relief on his face. At least now he could brag to his high lord how he had broken her, how they had won. His hardened features had immediately softened when she didn’t argue, she had only nodded and did exactly what he had instructed her to do. Balancing and stretches.

He gently corrected her when she made a mistake, his brows had been furrowed as he watched. Confusion overtaking the relief.

‘’Why the sudden change of heart Nes?’’ He asked, voice low.

Nes.

As if they were friends. He wasn’t her friend.

She didn’t even have it in her to scoff, to reprimand him for the stupid nickname. Because there was no point.

She looked at him then, and he finally saw her red and swollen eyes. Probably took in the look of defeat on her face and rejoiced inside.

But his face had paled, his mouth drawn down in a tight frown. She immediately looked to the floor again. They wanted her to be submissive and quiet and obedient. So that’s what she would give them. Because there was no point. Not anymore.

It had been like this for three weeks now. She would eat breakfast, lunch and dinner slowly gaining back the weight she had lost. She would attend training, never responding to Cassians teasing, his attempts to make her angry, to get some sort of reaction. She never give him any but she always did what he told her to do.

He hated it, that she knew. Probably because he couldn’t upset her anymore or perhaps because he had nothing interesting to report back to them. He had grown more and more frustrated at her utter lack of reaction to anything. He had even come to knocking on her door at night, offering cups of tea and pastries.

Even offered to take her into the city to visit book stores after training.

She always declined. Politely of course, gods forbid she had any other sort of the reaction.

He praised her constantly at training. Offering soft smiles. He was proud of her, he had said.

So different now, that she was doing what they wanted.

Both he and Azriel were trying harder and harder to make attempts at conversation during dinner. She would answer, but her voice was always low, eyes kept on her plate.

The only time she could really be free was when she could be alone with her books, where she could imagine a different life for herself in those stories. So she reminded herself of this during the day, during training and meals with them. She knew she could return soon to her room. To her books. This was the life she had resigned to herself.

There was no point in anything else.

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classic scifi novels by men r always like. page 1 here’s a cool scifi idea i had. page 2 i hate women so much it’s unreal

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nessian comic by eklixio [instagram]

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aelin's story? sees the most beautiful man in the world while hurtling at the speed of light

feyre's story? centred around rhys and makes a death pact with him

nesta's story? overshadowed and and derailed by her brother-in-law

bryce's story? giant magnet sucking her towards rhysand

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The average woman is less than 2 feet tall. The average woman cannot ride a rollercoaster. I frequently confuse women with moderately large Golden Retrievers

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This is what you do to me

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Warning: This story has very mature content, not suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk. 18+

Cassian gritted his teeth as he listened to Mor gossip with Feyre, chittering on about Nesta’s new mystery boyfriend. None of the Inner Circle knew who he was and therefor none of them knew that it was Cassian.

“I wonder how long this one’s going to last,” Feyre said, leaning back in Rhys lap. “I still don’t know why she’s keeping him such a close secret.”

“Perhaps she’s embarrassed,” Mor suggested.

“Then why tell us he exists in the first place?”

Cassian’s phone dinged with an incoming message and as he opened it, the conversation went out of focus.

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