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Nesta Appreciation Week
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Day 6 of @nestaarcheronweek
Learn to keep a secret --> Nessian, post-ACOWAR
What if instead of Cassian yelling at Nesta and getting angry at her rejection, we see Cassian trying to reach out in a softer manner?
Cassian paused before Nesta's front door, building his nerve.
Nesta had withdrawn from everyone, even her younger sister. She had flat out told Cassian that she wanted nothing to do with him, not long after she had laid her body over his, choosing death with him. After his confession. It stung, Cassian had to admit, but nothing hurt him more than watching her destroy herself.
He had gone with her a couple of times to the taverns. He hadn't interacted with her directly, of course, but he had observed her. She seemed to be drawn to sensory stimulation, things that drew her out of the darkness that was inside her. Like the music, the drinks, the dancing. So hopefully...his plan would work. It had to, otherwise...he didn't let himself think further.
He was perfectly aware of the fact that his high lord despised Nesta. If she continued on her self-destructive path, Rhysand would do something drastic; Cassian might have to take them both out of Night for the time being, or even permanently. He didn't want to have to do that, but he had to protect her in whatever way he could.
He swallowed the lump in his throat, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, waiting.
No response.
"Nesta." Still nothing. Was she even here? Was this the wrong house, or was she already at the taverns?
"Nes, please." Cassian couldn't help the desperation that slipped out on that last syllable. He understood; he really did. Recovery couldn't be rushed. But it was killing him inside to see her like this.
A blast of warm air hit him as the door opened abruptly. His mate looked beautiful as ever, even though it seemed as if she hadn't been eating properly, a plain white nightgown emphasizing her bony shoulders. A shard of ice stabbed his heart.
"What do you want." Her low, cool voice always did unspeakable things to him, but he tamped down on his mating instincts, trying to speak to her normally. "You look hungry. Want a bite to eat?"
"I told you I want nothing to do with you, Cassian," Nesta answered shortly. She was about to slam the door in his face when he put a hand out. "Nes, please. I'm begging you. If you come out today, I'll convince Feyre to give triple your usual amount of money."
Nesta's silvery blue eyes focused all their relentless attention on him. Cassian spread his arms, letting her see it all. He'd given her everything that day she'd beheaded the king of Hybern anyway.
"Fine," she snapped. "Give me a moment to get dressed."
Cassian heaved a sigh of relief, slumping into the snow in front of her house. Part 1 was successful. The hardest part was done.
She came out in a magenta empire gown with black embroidery at the collar resembling the shape of teardrops. Her hair was up in its usual braided crown, and Cassian's heart stuttered in his chest. Even emaciated, she was so heartbreakingly gorgeous, every bit the cunning courtier who was far too good for him.
"This had better be quick," she muttered. Cassian offered her no such assurances, fully aware of the surprise they had in store.
He took her to a place off the main road, with simply, hearty meals, yet very tasty ones. "You should have their Palak," Cassian murmured as they walked inside. "It's delicious."
They took a table near the back, Nesta still saying nothing. A small little critter who seemed to be a ghost except for the long spiky black tail he had came up to them, notebook and pen in hand.
"Order?" Cassian looked at Nesta. Her call. She scrolled the menu on the table before answering, "Two Palaks, please." Cassian's eyes widened in surprise that Nesta had actually listened to him.
"Don't you dare," Nesta seethed.
"I wasn't going to say anything!" Cassian protested.
Nesta said nothing, but Cassian spoke. About how he was retraining his wings after they were shredded, how the Illyrians fared, what her sisters, Amren, and Lucien were up to. He wasn't sure how much she listened to, but she didn't seem inclined to wipe him to dust with her silver flames, at least.
After she wiped her plate clean, she shoved it away from her, standing up. "Can I go home now?"
"No!" Cassian shouted. Nesta raised a brow at him as other people turned to stare at them. "No, I mean, I don't think anyone has ever given you a proper tour of Velaris. Would you like one?"
"I've already seen all there is to see," Nesta replied drily. Cassian shook his head vigorously. "You've only lived here a few months. I've lived here centuries. Come on." Nesta still looked skeptical, but she took Cassian's arm and let him lead her out.
When they were well away from the building, Nesta spoke. "You're a terrible liar, you know. I know you have something planned."
Cassian blushed. "My strength is on the battlefield, not the courtroom."
"Clearly." Well, she sounded amused, at least. Another big sigh of relief.
They walked along in silence for a few minutes before Cassian blurted out, "Do you prefer being indoors or outdoors?"
Nesta raised a brow. "I suppose it depends."
"What about today?" Cassian mentally cursed himself. Subtlety was certainly not his strong suit.
Nesta squinted at him before she smirked. "Today is a nice day. We should be outside."
Move everything outside, Cassian shouted to Feyre mind to mind. Right now.
On it, Feyre replied before shutting off the connection.
"I like outside," Cassian said stupidly to cover for his slow response. Nesta's smirk widened. "I'd imagine so, considering you're a warrior and all."
"Yeah." Cassian was so bad at keeping secrets. His mind was screaming fit to burst, begging him to reveal the big surprise. Nesta only looked around, seeming more at peace than she had in months.
"Let's sit here," Cassian said, pointing to an outdoor table. Nesta obeyed, and the two of them settled onto the bench.
"So," Nesta said, "are you finally going to tell me what you've planned?"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Feyre and Elain shrieked as they walked in, Feyre's arms laden with gifts while Elain held the prettiest chocolate cake Cassian had ever seen. Nesta didn't look remotely surprised, a small smile flitting across her face.
Feyre placed the bag on the table, pulling out all the gifts. "I baked this cake myself," Elain said, her face radiant as she placed it by Nesta's side. Feyre furrowed her brow in concentration, trying to sort out the gifts.
"Oh yeah, here! This is my gift: this lovely ring." Feyre slipped it on Nesta's hand. "It's not an ordinary gift; see the flame ornament? There's real magic in there. For a maximum of five uses, you can generate your own wings, so you don't have to rely on one of us to take you places!"
Nesta looked at Feyre in surprise. "That's...thoughtful of you."
"I also got you some nice jewelry, since I know you like sapphires so much." Feyre whipped out a stunning necklace with sparkling deep blue stones with sharp ends. Feyre winked. "It doubles as a knife." She turned one stone, and sure enough, a stunning knife appeared.
"Now my gift," Elain said enthusiastically. She pulled out a large patchwork, showing it to Nesta proudly.
"Er- what is it!"
"It's us!" Elain exclaimed. "This one," she pointed to a crimson lady sewn into the patchwork wearing a crown, "is you. She's chopping wood and wearing a crown, see? And this one..." she pointed to a blue one in the middle holding a bow, "is Feyre, because she was skilled with a bow and provided for us! And this one..." she pointed to a purple one holding a frying pan, "is me, because I did all the cooking!" She pointed to the center piece, featuring all three. "That's us sleeping on that small bed in the cottage." She smiled. "Anyway, I hope you like it. Now for Cassian's gifts."
Cassian stood up, clearing his throat nervously. "I...well....I got you some stuff." He pulled out the first gift; three books bound with ribbon. "I know you like romance novels, so, well...I asked around, and these are some of the most popular ones in Prythian, so I hope you like them." Then, he pulled out his second gift. He fiddled with the ball in his hands. "This is...a symphonia. It captures music in a ball so you can listen to it later. I...noticed you enjoy music."
Cassian turned the ball, activating it. One of the most popular songs at the tavern began to play. He sighed. "I know it isn't much, but-"
Nesta jumped into his arms.
"I love you all," she said in a muffled voice as she pulled away. She sniffed, wiping a tear out of the corner of her eye. "This is the best birthday ever." Feyre and Elain squealed, swinging their arms together in triumph, but Nesta only had eyes for him. "Dance with me," she whispered.
So Cassian offered a hand, and she took it; her slender, elegant hands were so small in his. She was an excellent dancer, and Cassian could by no means compete. But Nesta didn't seem to care, content to be there. She placed her head against his chest, looking for all the world completely joyful.
"You're such a silly boy," she murmured against him. Cassian stuttered. "What? I'll have you know- um, that is to say-"
"I figured out what this was about the moment we left that restaurant," Nesta interrupted, steering him into a spin. "And you're adorable, really, for arranging all this for me." She got on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "But you reallyyyy need to learn to keep a secret, Lord of Bloodshed."
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Nesta Archeron Week | Day 6: Birthday
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I imagine Nesta as someone who loves celebrating birthdays. When her family lost their fortune, she learned how to make simple cakes for her sister's birthdays. Now, she will bake a cake, make pastries, and cook a tasty lunch for others, yet on her own birthday she would do everything for herself as she feels it would annoy people around her to ask for anything, and she also doesn't expect others to simply do it on their own, which leads to her surprise in the first time her friends arrive with her favorite cake and her birthday's season flowers while she prepared her own cake.
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@nestaarcheronweek Day 6 | Birthday 🎂💫
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@nestaarcheronweek | Day Six: Birthday Girl
I like to imagine Nesta celebrating her birthday with those she feels overwhelmed with happiness to be with. And as they are the first to completely accept the way she is, I love imagining that Gwyneth and Emerie, the chosen family, would also be celebrating with Nesta, first thing in the morning.
Art by: Jéssica Brasil (jessi.brasilart)
Commissioned by: @podemechamardek
🚫 Please do not repost.
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A very happy birthday to our Taurus queen, Nesta Archeron! 👑 I'm sure she'd spend it with her besties and chosen sisters, Emerie and Gwyn! And I just know that the House would give them all the smuttiest books to read and all the chocolate cake to eat.
A very big thank you to @/michi.illustrations for working with me on this gorgeous commission to celebrate! Do not repost without credit and do not feed into AI programs.
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My WIP of Nesta Archeron, made to accompany my fanfic, Of Hearts And Swords. It’s my first crossover fic that blends all three SJM worlds.
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@nestaarcheronweek Day 6 - Birthday Girl
When you just wanna drink away your trauma in peace, but your sister holds your rent money hostage unless you attent her Solstice/Birthday party so you gotta keep it together until it's socially acceptable to leave.
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Is There A Problem, Officer?
happy day 6 of @nestaarcheronweek, and happy birthday Nesta! I hope you all enjoy this… not so quiet birthday party 😉
Summary: Nesta wanted to celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday quietly, but her friends had… other ideas.
Word Count: 3k
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Nesta
“Happy birthday, Nesta!” Elain and Feyre said in unison as Nesta opened her townhouse door.
“Thank you,” Nesta replied, pleased to see her sisters. Elain had come bearing cake and Feyre had come bearing alcohol, both of them just as welcome as her sisters’ faces. “And thanks for coming.”
Nesta was turning twenty-six today, and instead of going out and getting drunk with her friends, she’d decided to do something a little more lowkey. She’d quickly learned twenty-five was the age her body had decided to turn on her, and she wasn’t exactly keen to repeat the vicious hangover she’d survived last year.
So instead of getting all dressed up and hitting the town, she’d decided to do something much more relaxed. She’d invited her sisters and some close friends over to order in some food, drink some wine, and otherwise have a good time ringing in Nesta’s birthday. Everyone had been more than willing to go along with it — even Feyre, who was always chomping at the bit to do something more exciting — but Nesta had been looking forward to seeing the people she cared about too much to really question it.
“Like we’d miss your birthday,” Feyre replied as she and Elain walked inside, somehow managing to shut the door behind her without dropping anything. “Even if it’s not as exciting as last year.”
“Sorry I don’t want to spend the next morning puking my guts out again,” Nesta answered as they made their way to the kitchen, rolling her eyes. Feyre’s boyfriend at the time had been surprisingly willing to come take care of her, so she’d been spared most of the aftermath.
“As the person holding your hair back, I’m a big fan of your decision,” Elain agreed with a little laugh. “No offense, Nesta.”
“None taken,” Nesta responded, snorting. She helped Feyre and Elain unload their goodies and the three of them took a few minutes to properly arrange everything on the counter. “Okay, that’s fine for now. Come say hi to everyone else.”
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A Quiet Kind of Birthday Girl
Written for @nestaarcheronweek 2024 Day 6: Birthday Girl
"'Now that you mention it, I don’t know either. When is Nesta’s birthday?”
She could practically feel the cringe that wanted to work its way across his face as he blinked rapidly, entirely aware he, too, did not know the answer.
It wasn’t his fault. She hadn’t told him because she hadn’t thought it mattered.
“You don’t know your own mate’s birthday?” Emerie followed up; a brow quirked in obvious judgement."
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Or, Nesta has always kept her birthday quiet. When her family finds out about it, they of course shower her in the gifts she deserves. Only, when she's never before had a birthday that truly celebrates her, being the center of such affection is hard.
Luckily, Cassian knows how to celebrate his mate in quieter ways.
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Birthday Girl part 1
Nesta Archeron Appreciation Week 2024 | @nestaarcheronweek
Celebrating the birth of our Queen of Queens with the birth of an idea.
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Imagine the House of Wind planning Nesta’s surprise birthday party for weeks, anxiety on high and flitting around nervously, trying to make everything perfect. A day before the celebration, Nesta walks near the living room and the door slams shut quickly. She asks what’s going on, sensing something suspicious afoot, and the house diverts her attention with smutty books, a plate of fresh cookies & a warm lavender bath. The House of Wind wipes its brow, thinking it got away with it but right as Nesta begins to doze off in the bath, she declares into the open air, “I know you’re hiding something from me. And I will figure it out.”
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{Day 6} Birthday
@nestaarcheronweek
Time to celebrate our lovely, beautifully broken and healing Spring baby.
On the schedule:
+ Slow and long morning with Cassian
+ Reading picnic and sunbathing with Gwyn and Emerie
+ Dinner party with the ones she loves
+ And a generous slice (or two) of the prettiest chocolate cake
Happy birthday, Nesta 🥂
Images: Pinterest
Poem: Me
On the playlist: Happy Birthday To You by Nayeon
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Nesta's Triumph: A Journey of Sisterhood.
For @nestaarcheronweek Day 6 : Birthday Girl
In shadows deep, where fears reside,
Nesta, pure of heart, did stride.
Through waters dark and flames aglow,
She faced the trials, her courage to show.
In the labyrinth of doubt and dread,
Nesta forged ahead, where angels tread.
With every step, her spirit grew,
Defiant 'gainst the darkest hue.
Her sisters' love, a steadfast light,
Guiding her through the endless night.
Gwyneth and Emerie, by her side,
Together they faced the rising tide.
Through forests dense and mountains tall,
They journeyed forth, they heeded the call.
Each challenge met, each obstacle passed,
Their bond of sisterhood meant to last.
In the garden fair, beneath the trees,
They spread their feast with laughter and ease.
A birthday picnic, joyous and bright,
Where worries fled in the golden light.
Nesta, amidst the floral bloom,
Found solace sweet, dispelling gloom.
In the company of those she loved,
Her heart soared high, like a gentle dove.
Underneath the azure sky,
She felt the weight of burdens fly.
Completely and perfectly,
And incandescent happy, was she.
- @sonics-atelier ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form, I will decapitate you)
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day six ❁ birthday girl ❁ @nestaarcheronweek
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Did I fall asleep in the middle of writing and completely forgot to post when I finished why yes yes did
Do I have any idea what to do for day five no no I don't
But anyway here's day four of @nestaarcheronweek with the prompt lover
Sun kissed
Nesta looked at herself in mirror and felt well.. Many things warm nice and maybe slightly nervous for what was happening tonight
it be the first time in a year and a half she would see the night court again and she was nervous especially considering her current attire
It was nice a was a knee length dress with a short v-neck it was white with gold accents detached sleeves and a two layered skirt her hair was down within small gemstones woven In
and sitting atop her head was a golden circlet with a amber gemstone in the middle it was undeniable where and with who she now wished to remain
Gods she was a nervous wreck as she looked at herself in the mirror she looked like the lady of day and if her beloved had anything to say about it which he did considering he was the fucking high Lord she would be
but despite everything he had done for her still did despite his countless words of affirmation and love and the way he looked at her life she was the sun itself she still felt like she was not enough
She was not enough Elain not enough for Feyre not enough for the rest of the redt of the inner circle and never fucking enough Cassian
If she wasn't even enough for a general how was she ever going to be enough for a High Lord the second most powerful High Lord no less
What if he grew tired of her what if found another what if he saw what the night court did what if agreed whatever insults would get thrown her way tonight what if he sent her back what if-
"Sunshine?" The voice broke Nesta From her spiral she hadn't realized she'd been having she quickly turned her head to Helion was entering the room his face concerned
He quickly made his way over to her and cupped her face in his warm hands "My love what's wrong why are you crying" he asked thumbs wiping at her cheeks gods she hadn't even realized she'd started crying
"I-I" She didn't have words to describe her fears her worry so she said the only thing she could think of the only thing she wanted "P-please D-Dont leave me" it came out choked and desperate
Helions heart broke and he quickly scooped her into his arms as she devoled into sobs that wrecked her entire body
He quickly walked over to bed sitting down and cradling her head against his chest as he rocked her back and forth making quiet shushing sounds to clam her
"Sunshine Nesta My love I'm not going anywhere I'm not leaving I promise" He soothed "Darling tell what happened what caused this is it about the night court coming tonight" he asked
"What if I'm not enough for you" Nesta said through tears "what if I'm as horrible as they say I am what if I deserved their treatment" she paused "What if I don't deserve you because of it" She breathed voice pained
Helion had never wanted to murder a group of Fae more then he did right then but right now his Nesta his lovely strong beautiful Nesta needed comfort.
He gently kissed the top of her head before pressing a sweet kiss to her lips and whispering "You do deserve to be here with me my Sunshine" He told her softly
The words made Nesta cry harder "But you're the High Lord I'm- Helion cut her off "Perfect" He said simply "Beautiful Smart Strong" he continued "and I don't care what the Night Court says otherwise"
"You deserve the world my sun and I'll spend everyday giving it to you" He said "You are everything I want and I'll shall make you my High Lady someday" he promised.
Nesta's eyes widen at those words her breath catching "Won't I-" she was cut off
"No I already have you you'll only have to take a vow my love" He said softly "This what we have is right and I don't want you to question it ever" he said
"I want you as you are as my wife my high lady as my everything" he said gently.
There were few words Nesta could come up with on the spot that would fit as she looked into his and saw nothing but love she smiled
Helion smiled warmly his fingers carding through her hair he kissed her forehead again.
"Now" he said "Shall we go show the night court what they so foolishly lost" He asked kissing her nose voice teasing Nesta giggled
She nodded leaning closer into his warmth he wrapped an arm around her "Yes yes let's" she said and as they made their way out of the bedroom to face the night court Nesta's heart was full and warm
That's all I hope you enjoyed this ship probably has like 2 shippers but I am definitely for it
Also it was originally supposed to be sumt but I decided to make it fluffy and hurt/comfort instead
As always please ignore any spelling mistakes and have a lovely night
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