#Nesta headcannon

[throneofsapphics]

I've been thinking about poly!nessian & I have so many things stuck in my brain so here we go! just a few headcannons/scenarios

warnings: implied sexual content - nothing explicit, nightmares

Nesta having a nightmare

You brush the hair from her face, fingers running carefully through the sweat-soaked strands, Cassian quietly slips out to get a glass of water, careful to close the door quietly. "It's alright," you murmur, focusing on gentle, soothing, and steady motions "you're not alone nes." Shuddering breaths, before she sits up, taking the glass from him. Shuffling, you slide behind her, peppering kisses on her shoulders, Cassian's arm stretches over both of you, tugging his two girls in close.

"Running" the stairs with nesta

You get to the bottom, and convince her to carry you on her back the way up. For training, of course. Deciding to add an extra challenge, one to test her concentration, can reach around tease her, hand brushing around the curve of her breast, until she snaps, "keep it up and you'll be carrying me." You behave after that

Cassian does something to piss nesta off, except he can't figure out what it is. After 24 hours, he finally comes to you.

"Put me out of my misery," he groans, collapsing next to you on the couch. "I don't know what you're talking about," you press your lips into a tight line, fighting back a smile. He give you a 'cut the bullshit' look, and you sigh, "have you asked her?" "Three times. She told me I should know by now." He gives you what could only be described as puppy dog eyes, and you stifle a laugh "If I tell you, she'll know. Then she'll be mad at both of us." Cassian asks the house - an icy wind whipping both of you in the face, a remprimand. "It always takes her side," he grumbled. Glancing at the clock, Nesta would still be out for several hours, training with the Valkyries. "Come on," you grab his hand, tugging him to his feet, heading towards the balcony. "I have an idea for an apology."

Nesta coming home to her apology

Cassian's nearly brimming with anxious but hopeful energy, glancing at her with pleading eyes. Next to him, you're hiding a smile, she cocks her head, narrowing her eyes at you. Wordlessly, you grab her hand and tug her towards the dining room, Cassian following behind. There, a basket on the table - with an early copy of Sellyn Drake's novel, not set to be released for another week, various chocolates and pastries, and a few pretty flowers from the areas surrounding Velaris. She knows whose idea it was, but also saw each of your touches. You must've pulled several strings to get that book, she recognized the flowers - ones Cassian had taken one time, fiddled with her braid until they were woven inside. She takes the basket, "don't interrupt me this time," she warns Cassian. His mouth lips part, half in surprise, half in disbelief. You 'shush' him. Nesta's teeth dig into her bottom lip, and she tucks the basket under one arm, striding up towards him. Cupping his face with her spare hand, she presses a quick kiss to his lips, darting out of his way before he can deepen it.

You working a late night

Alone in the shop, you try to focus on your work, but the prospect of getting home to Nesta and Cassian proves distracting, as always. "Almost done," you mutter under your breath, filling out the dreaded paperwork. Three more sheets, and you'll be free. "With what?" You squeal, pen clattering across the counter. Cassian catches it before it hits the floor, but ink's already splattered on the marble counter. "Damn it," you huff. Maybe the ink will add character. Before you can grab the cloth to wipe it, Cassian's already there, pressing a kiss to your cheek, sliding around you, hand brushing along your lower back. "Thought we'd keep you company." Nesta's leaning across from you, one elbow propped on the counter. "Please tell me you brought snacks," you plead - an edge of desperation in your tone. Your stomach has been growling for the last hour. Her hand rises, a bar of chocolate balances between two fingers. She slides it across to you, fingers brushing against yours. "Here, love." "Fuck, you're perfect," you moan, teeth snapping a large piece, letting it melt on your tongue. The scent Cassian and Nesta's arousal fills the room. "I have work to do," you remind them. "Don't stink up the place." With Cassian hugging you from behind, it takes a bit longer than usual to finish up.

#nessian x reader #nessian x y/n #acotar x reader #nesta archeron x reader #nesta x reader #cassian x reader #cassian x y/n #nesta archeron x y/n #nesta x y/n #acotar drabble #acotar headcannons #poly!nessian #poly!nessian x y/n #poly!nessian x reader

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar characters loving a plus size reader

NSFW bc of descriptors. But like, actual smut? Nah. also body worship vibes but again, not Explicit.

Azriel: if he could spend eternity between your thick thighs, it would never be enough. Whether that be his head, hand, shadows, dick, anything. He lives for it. He loves you in any clothes (especially his) but seeing you in a cute little sundress while he stuffs his cock into your cunt? Heaven on earth for this man. 

Cassian: this man loves your hips oh my. He loves when you wear his shirts and your plush hips just peek out from the shirt. It’s a tantalizing mystery that he has to solve every time. Aka, whenever he sees it, he will eat you out. Either against the wall or in bed, always private because he refuses to let anyone else see you the way he does. 

Rhysand: this man loves your arms. yall know that one jessica chastain and oscar isaac clip? Rhys always does that to you! He purposefully buys you dresses that will show them off! When you made your mating/wedding bargain with him, he made sure the tattoo did not cover your beautiful skin there. He loves holding your arms above your head while he pounds your body into the mattress. 

Feyre: sit. on. her. face. She’s so in love with your size! Your thighs? She could die perfectly happy! Your tummy? Oh my Gods, the most beautiful sight to her is when she’s eating you out and can see those thighs quivering and stomach trying to catch a breath. She loves you in any type of clothes, but seeing you wear a dress? She’s floored every time. 

Morrigan: your stretch marks are everything to her. She loves kissing them and tracing them with her tongue. She loves when you wear a netted or mesh fabric that shows them off a little bit. Whenever you wear revealing clothes that show them, she always has a hand on them, tracing them delicately with her fingers just imagining the sounds you were going to make that night while she fucked you. 

Amren: She would never, in a million years, say it to your face; but she loves your cheeks. Both your ass and face. She loves how squishy and red your cheeks get when she fucks you (again, both of them). She loves the cellulite, the stretch marks. You look like a statue from her time. You’re her home. 

Nesta: Her and Cassian have a type, it’s the hips. She loves when you wear a skin tight cotton dress. She can see the outline of your perfect body, the fabric hugging every curve that she is dying to sink her teeth into. She does bite in bed, but she can’t help it. How dare you look so fucking hot that she can’t contain herself? 

Elain: elain isn’t one for vulgarity, but my gods your tits. She constantly has to catch herself from just face planting into them because she loves it there. A lot of times if you’re sitting at a counter or standing in a mirror, she’ll just walk up behind you and cup your boobs in her hands and just squeeze. She cannot help it. 

Lucien: he is an Ass man. He likes having something to grip. He loves watching your skin recoil at the force of his thrusts. You’re just so hot it makes him breathless sometimes. 

Eris: Like Morrigan, nothing, on this earth, makes him weaker than your stretch marks. Every time you have sex he is kissing and tracing, sometimes licking them. He can’t help himself. They’re just so pretty. 

Tarquin: if you ever wanna put this man into cardiac arrest, wear a bikini. Or frankly, don’t wear anything. He will not complain. He’s not really a Territorial Guy, just a smug bastard that smirks and touches you when he knows people want what’s his. If you’re in your bedroom wearing just a robe he will 100% just walk by and untie it just so you don’t have anything on.

#acotar x reader #acotar headcannons #feyre archeron x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #nesta x reader #elain x reader #tarquin x reader #eris x reader #morrigan x reader #amren x reader #lucien x reader

[maryberry]

Nessian Headcanon

So in acosf Cassian talks about how physical touch is so important to him now because he didn't get any as a child. And I just have this thought that Nesta picks up on this and makes sure she touches him whenever possible. Hand on his thigh under the dinner table, leg pressed against his next to eachother on the couch, hand running through his hair with his head on her stomach while she reads. The rest of the inner circle notice it and are always so surprised to see Nesta be so gentle with him physically when she can sometimes be so harsh with her words.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #sjmass #acosf headcannon #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #nessian

[itsthedoodle]

Luckiest Male Alive

Summary: After the birth of his daughter, Cassian reminisces over the lucky moments in his life.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: none

Read on AO3

@cassianappreciationweek

Day Two: Gentle

Cassian could count his lucky moments on one hand. 

His father had raped his mother, so his start in life had been less than ideal. Ripped away from her at a young age, he’d had to fend for himself—survival of the fittest was the life for bastards in the Illyrian camps, kill or be killed. So Cassian had taken care of earning the clothes on his back, making sure people knew he was not to be messed with, and then he had met his brothers. That was the first time he considered himself lucky. 

They’d conquered Ramiel together, dropped on opposite sides of it with no powers or weapons to aid them other than what they made for themselves on the go. Still, they’d found each other, and they’d mastered the sacred peak at the same time, inseparable and invincible together. 

They’d been sent to war, separated from each other because their high lord feared their combined powers. During the seven years the war lasted, Cassian had dreaded every casualties list, fearing he would read their names. Every time he hadn’t, and when the war had ended and they’d all made it out alive, he had considered himself lucky again. 

He’d been aware that things didn’t come easy to bastards like him, so he had worked hard for every single thing he had achieved, partly because he had drive, but also because he’d always held out hope he’d one day be accepted by the Illyrians, seen as more than just a bastard. He’d expected resistance when Rhys made him general, and while he’d found none, he knew better than to read into it. Acceptance was not something he had, but Illyrians respected genuine power and strength, and that was something no one could deny he had. 

Still, Cassian had always been a bastard, and he’d owned it so no one could use it against him. But it had always bothered him, the festering root of all his insecurities, which he hid so well behind a veil of sarcasm and playfulness that only those he let get close knew what truly lay in his heart. 

He had fought against the love he had for his brother when Rhys had been trapped under the mountain, and had nearly lost it by the end of the longest fifty years of his life, when Feyre had freed Rhys and the rest of Prythian. When Rhys had come back, Cassian had considered himself lucky for the single fact that his brother had come back alive. He had quickly learned that Rhys had returned half broken, had hidden it behind the same façade Cassian himself had used his whole life, and had gotten back to work as if nothing had happened. So Cassian hadn’t forced him to talk about it and had stood on the sidelines as Feyre slowly brought Rhys back to life. 

Feyre was another person Cassian considered himself lucky to know, not just because what meeting her represented for him personally, but because he saw himself in her. Forced to fend for herself at a young age, Feyre had known desperation and hunger, just like he had. They had become fast friends, and she was someone he could talk freely to, more so than the rest of his family, simply because she knew. He considered himself lucky to know her, not just because of what she meant to his brother, or the fact that she was his High Lady, but because through Feyre, he had met the one person that had made him feel  beyond lucky. 

Nesta had been another less than stellar start. She had been volatile and angry, with words able to cut deeper than a knife, and more often than not he had been on the receiving end of that viciousness. He’d taken one look at her, however, and had fallen in love. He'd suspected she was his mate from the beginning, but Nesta hadn’t been ready for the truth so he had kept his suspicions to himself. He had known from the start that winning her over would be a hard, long battle, one he’d been more than willing to fight. He’d known she wouldn’t make it easy for him but he’d fought, and when it had looked like she was finally warming up to him, when he’d been on the verge of death, he had poured his heart out to her on the battlefield. 

Everything after that had been a giant mess, a dark tunnel with no end in sight. Watching her waste away day by day, refuse help, and throw herself in the path of destruction had been the hardest thing to witness. He’d forced himself to keep out of it until he had no longer been able to, and when she’d finally been ready, Nesta had gotten back up all on her own.

It hadn’t been thanks to her friends, though they’d helped. It certainly hadn’t been thanks to his family, he could admit that. It hadn’t been because of him either, though he’d have handed the universe over on a silver platter to help her. Nesta’s road to self discovery had been because of her, her hard work, and relentless drive. That, he knew, they shared. 

It was her whisper that brought him out of his thoughts, her voice so soft and loving he could feel his heart expanding in his chest. He looked at her, as beautiful as the day he had met her, as confident and resilient, if not more. 

“I can take over, you know that, don’t you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, trying to keep a straight face lest she thought he was joking. He could see the exhaustion on her face, but he could also see the Archeron stubbornness, the unwillingness to ask for help. 

“I know,” she said, giving him the kind of soft smile she reserved just for him. “I’m just, you know… scared somehow. Like-” she gestured vaguely with one hand. 

“Like you’ll blink and she’ll disappear into thin air?” 

“Yeah. Exactly like that.”

Cassian took a seat on the bed next to her and she carefully inched closer. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and she positioned herself so that her back was resting against his side. 

“Can you believe we made her?”

No, Cassian almost said. I can’t believe we did. 

After they’d been mated in a ceremony which, thanks to a very grateful Rhys, had been extremely lavish, Cassian and Nesta had thrown themselves into reviving the Valkyries. They had, together with Gwyn, Emerie, and Az, trained new recruits, mostly made up of priestesses that had braved the outside world again and any Illyrian females that had wanted to join. That had been another thing for which Cassian felt particularly lucky. 

Devlon and the rest of the Illyrians had been forced, albeit begrudgingly, to accept the fact that females were just as good (if not better, in Cassian’s completely unbiased opinion) at fighting as males were. Rhys liked to tease Nesta that she had worked her “witch magic”, and the Illyrians hadn’t had any choice but to accept if they didn’t want to run the risk of her being hexed. The Illyrian females had laughed themselves hoarse when they’d realized she was no witch and had no magic, and had made sure to keep it to themselves. Thus, Nesta had become the most feared female to an entire camp of Illyrians. 

Azriel had cracked a big smile at that. 

They had both put in a lot of hard work, and after a few years they’d had a solid Valkyrie unit. The day they’d reached one hundred of them, Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie had all cried tears of joy, and Cassian had been so proud. 

A few months after that, lying in bed sweaty and spent, Nesta had told him she was ready. He had understood right away what she meant, and they’d eagerly gotten to work. 

Now, half-sitting in bed, Nesta curled up against him, Cassian looked down at their infant daughter. Aoife had been alive for exactly one week and there wasn’t a single soul she didn’t already have wrapped around her tiny finger. Elain and Feyre had lost it, squealing in delight when they learned Nesta was having a girl, Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, and Rhys had cried, Amren had cracked a smile, and Az had clapped his back, telling him he couldn’t imagine Cassian as a father to anything but a daughter. 

Cassian himself had simply never thought he’d be here, with a mate and a daughter, had never considered himself good enough for it. He’d been a nervous wreck the entire pregnancy, hiding it from Nesta as well as he could. Madja had told them the baby had wings and, while it wouldn’t have mattered to him if she hadn’t, he had still felt an indescribable amount of joy at learning their daughter would get to experience the freedom of flight. 

The moment Aoife was born had been one he would never forget in a million lifetimes. His heart felt like it resided in both his own body and the small infant in her mother’s arms, his entire being attuned to her breathing and heartbeat. He had cried from the sheer force of love that filled his heart, and he had thanked the Mother for the blessing. 

He snapped out of his thoughts again and found Nesta looking up at him. “You’re thinking too hard.”

Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he smiled. “Sorry. I still haven’t wrapped my head around it to be honest.”

Nesta was looking at him in that way of hers that left him feeling utterly naked and exposed, that brought all his walls crashing down. It was too soon to tell, but he prayed day and night that their daughter had Nesta’s eyes. 

“I’m suddenly feeling very tired,” she said. He eagerly took over, Nesta transferring Aoife to his waiting arms. “Can you wake me up in an hour so I can feed her?”

He was glad for all the practice he had gotten holding Nyx. The old him would have pissed himself at the thought of holding a baby. The new, fun uncle version of him had thanked Rhys and Feyre for letting him use their son as a test subject. 

That had earned him a glare from Feyre. 

He nodded, waiting until Nesta was fully lying in bed. “Rest,” he said, pulling the covers over her, and dropping a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll be fine.”

Closing the door behind him, he headed to Aoife’s bedroom, the House turning the lights on and preparing her a bath. He mentally calculated the time since her last feeding, muttered a sorry to the House for doubting it and, deeming it safe, he washed his daughter, changed her into a fresh set of clothes, then sat on the reclining chair with her in his arms. 

She was so small and vulnerable, yet so quiet in his arms, as if she felt safe. 

Lord of Bloodshed. He snorted. More like Lord of Diapers these days. He wasn’t remotely bothered by it, however. This was the happiest he’d ever been. 

“You know, I hope you’ll end up taking after your mother. She’s beautiful, and perfect, and loves fiercely. She’s brave, and she is strong, and she really won’t take anyone’s shit.”

The lights flickered, the House scolding him for using that language in front of the baby. 

“Lighten up, she doesn’t understand,” he said, and the lights flickered again. 

Aoife yawned and he nearly melted at the sight of it. “I can’t wait to teach you how to fly. You’re going to love it. There’s just something about the freedom of it that makes you feel invincible, like there is nothing you couldn’t do. When you’re old enough, you can join the Valkyries, if you want to. Or you can go into politics. Or you can paint, like Feyre, or grow beautiful gardens like Elain. You could end up loving dancing like your mother. Or you could end up doing none of those things and doing something else, something purely you. I hope your whole life ends up being a big, beautiful dance. I’ll make sure there’s never a day where the sun doesn’t shine for you, I swear it.”

Aoife’s eyes closed softly, her breathing evening out. 

“You’ll always feel loved, and appreciated, and have our support in anything you choose to do. There will never be a day I won’t tell you how much I love you, and how much you and your mother mean to me. You’ll have the freedom to be whoever you want to be, because you’re you, and you’re special, and you can do anything you set your mind to. And I’ll always hold your hand every step of the way.”

He kissed the top of her head, the hair there impossibly soft, her baby scent something he would never tire of. 

Yes, he could count his lucky moments in single digits. But this, right here. This was the happiest he’d ever been. 

He was the luckiest male alive. 

#cassianappreciationweek2023 #cassian #with a touch of nesta #girl dad cassian #because thats by favorite headcannon #and we all know cassian was born to be a girl dad #cassian fanfic #nessian fanfic #cassian x nesta #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #post acosf #several years have passed #nesta archeron

[azrielsbxtch]

The Totally Spies are so Valkyries coded…

So I present to you….

And some headcanons to go with them!!!🥰

The girls crying over the latest Sellyn Drake novel at their sleepover.

Nesta stole Rhysand’s credit card and they’re going shopingggg

Cassian and Azriel said something REALLY stupid

Emerie freaking out over Mor joining them for Valkyrie Training

Cassian and Azriel said something stupid….AGAIN…

Conked out at the sleepover. Of course Gwyn is holding a book…

Nesta just found the perfect sexy birthday gift for Cassian. He’ll love it hehehe (Emerie is like I did not need to see that)

Gwyn hiding from the Illyrians during the bloodrite

#gwyn acosf #gwyn acotar #gwyn berdara #azriel x gwyn #pro gwyn #house of wind gang #valkyries #the valkyries #emerie acosf #pro emerie #emerie acotar #nesta stan #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #nesta acosf #pro nesta #acosf headcannon

[bloomingdarkgarden]

pretty damn close to my headcannon for Nesta

#nesta archeron #pro nesta #acotar #acotar headcannon #morgana

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Nesta & Cassian Domestic Life Headcanons

Nesta had to put a ban on Cassian touching her books after he put them back on the shelf upside down and out of order. He also dog eared pages of books she had loaned him and one book in particular had crinkled pages almost like someone brought it into the bath with him.

Cassian can't understand the idea of a throw pillow and thinks that all pillows should and can be used to sleep with. Nesta has tried over and over again to explain to him the idea of decorative pillows but it goes nowhere.

Cassian learned how to cook Nesta's favorite childhood food by having Elain teach him. During an evening when Nesta had a particularly rough day, Cassian whipped out his cooking skills and made her an Acheron family meal.

Nesta always hangs Cassian's weapons up for him because he seems to be incapable of putting them away when he gets back and insists on just dropping them in the doorway.

Cassian loses things constantly, from weapons to mail to his own shoes and it drives Nesta insane. Oftentimes, Cassian will be looking for something and ask Nesta if she has seen it. When he can hear her walking down the hall to come find it for him he starts panicking and searching frantically, knowing she will find it immediately and give him "the look".

Nesta braids Cassian's hair before he goes to training and insists he make an actual hair care routine. He doesn't fully understand why conditioner is important but he knows it makes Nesta's hair smell like flowers so he isn't too bothered.

Whenever Cassian goes somewhere for a few days he leaves notes around the House of Wind for Nesta to find. They say cute little things like "Thinking about you", "Love you lots", "I bet your butt looks great". She keeps them in a box on her bookshelf and reads them when she needs a pick me up.

Cassian and Nesta still practice and train together, but they take Sunday morning off to go have breakfast in Velaris, just the two of them. Cassian orders the biggest breakfast with the most amount of protein he can get and Nesta settles for something lighter but always wants strawberry crepes for dessert.

Cassian sleeps hot while Nesta sleeps cold. The House of Wind helps chill and heat the bed right down the middle so both of them sleep well.

Nesta started a formal book club with Gwyn, Emerie & The House and Cassian has to leave and go "find something else to do" so he doesn't keep coming into the room to distract them.

Cassian buys Nesta a new weapon for every holiday and occasion and calls it a "we" gift.

#nessian fic #nessian headcanon #cassian #nesta #acosf #acotar #acotar headcanons #acosf headcannon #acomaf #acowar #nessian #acofas

[harperbrynne]

Emerie Week 2023 Day 1: Steel

Imagine Emerie having two blades she uses that make up her fighting style. She names one Gwyn. And the other Nesta. Her two best friends, sisters, and Valkyries that give her the strength equivalent of weapons forged in blood and steel.

@emerieweekofficial

#emerieweek2023 #emerie #emerie of illyria #emerie acotar #emerie acosf #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #gwyn acotar #gwyn acosf #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #nesta acosf #valkyries acosf #acosf #a court of silver flames #acosf headcannon

[bravrdm]

Cassian would definitely be into some… interesting role play.

He’s definitely the type to chase you down in the woods then fuck the shit outta you when he catches u.

Like some barbarian type shit idk

Call me crazy but I’m into it

Fr fr like imagine your playing around with him and then he tells you to start running or sum

U take off running while laughing

Ofc he’s right behind u and he catches u quick asf and tackles u to the Ground

Of course he would make sure to cushion ur fall on the way to the ground.

Then he would rip off your pants and just take u on the Forrest floor or sum shit

Saying all types of nasty shit in ur ear LMAOO

10/10 I’m into it.

#cassias x reader #cassian imagine #nesta x cassian #acotar black women #acotar x reader #acotar x black reader #cassian x reader #black stories #cassian acotar #headcannons #bravrdm

[a-frog-with-a-laptop]

Inner Circle Obsessions Headcannons

I just thought of these but here are random obsessions/what they liked as kids I think the inner circle had/have/would have if they were in our world. I might do more characters when I think of them.

Cassian

He has an obsession with dinosaurs and loves the song Laser-shooting Dinosaurs. His childhood bedroom was only dinosaurs and for his birthday Nesta got him a Dinosaur lego set and he cried and Rhysand then asked Feyre why she didn’t get him a lego set for his birthday.

Rhysand

As a small child Rhysand had an obsession with taxidermy and one day came home with a dead rat and his mother had to tell him to put it down like a dog.

“Mommy look what i got. Can we stuff it?”

“What do you want to stuff... NO! Drop!”

And since that day Rhysand was never allowed outside again without supervision.

Azriel

Azriel had an obsession with barbie dolls and all the barbie movies. He played it off as just doing it for Rhysands sister but he knows every word to every barbie movie and could do a full one man show of every single one.

Mor

Mor also had an obsession with dinosaurs like Cassian but it then evolved into Dragons and she definitely read wings of fire.

Amren

Amren won’t admit it but she was a warrior cats kid and hissed at people on the playground and all that stuff. She also definitely role played and her character always had to be the most powerful and every lunch time was filled with her disagreeing with what people said and then “killing” them.

Feyre

Feyre was a loom bands kid. She had millions of them and made so much stuff. She also had Silly Bandz(the shaped bands) and traded them with people.

Nesta

Nesta was the kid that was obsessed with teachers lives and what they did. She knew everything about every teacher and therefore the teachers where scared of her.

Elain

Elain liked bugs and would carry them into class with her and cry when her teacher told her to put it outside. She is now however petrified of them because Nesta said that if she befriended too many they’d want to make her a bug too and crawl into her ears while sleeping.

#acotar #elain #nesta #feyre #rhysand #cassian #azriel #headcannons

[edparkerreads]

Nesta and Cassian on any given day.

#acotar fanart #acosf headcannon #acosf fanart #acosf #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #nesta #nesta art #nesta acotar #cassian acotar #cassian #a court of silver flames #sarah j maas

[shedoessoshedoes]

my submission to nessian week is just a headcannon to go with this song (first of july by peter sun) that I found today and ao;rfiharugihaerighawrighairwughae just please listen to it and picture singer!cassian singing it to nesta in a darkened smokey bar perched on a stool! and he introduces it with 'so, ah, this is a song for the love of my life. we actually got engaged last week, and I haven't played this one for her yet. I hope y'all like it. nes, I hope you like it too, sweetheart. I love you.' and then he plays it! and nesta thinks she's going to be all annoyed and its going to be vulgar and embarrassing but its actually just a heartfelt song about how much he loves her! and about how special she is! and she's just staring at him clutching the engagement ring on her hand! silent tears running down her face! he doesn't look up at her for the whole song because he's worried she won't like it but when he does his whole face softens and he gives her the special smile that's just for her! and he comes down to her after he's done with his set and they just hug and he buries his face into her neck because oh my goodness he loves her! and they rock back and forth for a couple minutes! he's the only one that gets to see the soft side of her really so this is just extra special for them. and wow they love each other so much!

#should I make this a fic #nessian #nessian week 2023 #nessian week #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian headcannon #nessian fic

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar character headcannons: perfume

in case yall were wondering, i sat my perfume tray sniffing everything i owned and matching it to characters 

also !! i have sniffed every single one of these fragrances in store and the ones i own to write this! Some of them i really love, some i like, some i loathe. 

(if anyone ever wants to talk about perfume my dms are open im a perfume nut) 

azriel: he loves sweet and fruity. his personal favorite is a straight up juicy almond-y cherry scent. 

fine’ry not another cherry (the dupe for tom ford’s lost cherry (and it lasts longer than tom ford!!)) 

snif co tart deco

kate spade cherie 

cassian: pure. vanilla. I'm telling you the most strong men crumble at vanilla. Frankly everyone does but that’s another story. 

byrosiejane dulce 

dossier floral marshmallow (dupe for kilian love don’t be shy).  

ellis brooklyn bee 

rhysand: he loves sweet violet scents. Violet is a darker, richer note. It’s sweet and dewy but not overpowering. It's home. 

dolce and gabbana’s the only one 

sol de janeiro 59 

fine’ry magnetic candy 

feyre: a baked good. if you smell like a baked good she’s on the floor. While she loves a plain vanilla, she also loves a more complex, unique scent on you. It makes you easier to find in crowds and a part of her loves watching people crumble at your feet because of your scent and then seeing that you’re always gonna go home with her. 

snif co’s crumb couture 

nest madagascar vanilla 

replica coffee break

morrigan: she loves sweet and fruity as well, but her vice is strawberry. she likes when you smell like a delicious baked strawberry cake with vanilla frosting. she also is a sucker for lychee and rose scents. 

bath and body works strawberry pound cake

ouai’s melrose place 

kayali’s eden sparkling lychee  

amren: she’s not one for strong scents, she gets headaches and irritated. But she loves when your natural scent has a hint of something. Very clean smelling. 

clean reserve’s radiant nectar 

replica matcha meditation 

jo malone london nectarine blossom and honey

nesta: rain, earth, musk. She loves to smell that fresh just cracked open a book, dark academia type smells. It’s very homey to her and reminds her of peace. Which, the poor woman does not get often. 

replicas when the rain stops 

phlur missing person 

juliette has a gun not a perfume 

elain: she loves flowery/fruity smells or you smelling more masculine with flower notes. She loves lavender on you specifically, 

ariana grande god is a woman 

snif co’s house of 8 

phlur mood ring 

lucien: he loves citruses. specifically the smell of tangerines/oranges. He loves when you smell like a juicy, sun-drenched orange in the summer. 

phlurs’ tangerine boy 

dolce and gabanna’s devotion 

nest seville orange 

eris: like azriel (azris lol) he loves a cherry scent but his favorite is a darker cherry. He loves when you smell woody and fruity. Something dark and decadent. He’s also a rum guy. 

kayali’s lovefest burning cherry 

replica’s jazz club 

kilian paris angel share

tarquin: this man loves beachy and summer. He likes that lighter sea breezy citrusy scents but also the sweet tropical ones as well. 

replica’s beach walk 

dolce and gabbana light blue

sol de janeiros 62

#acotar x reader #morrigan x reader #azriel x reader #acotar headcannons #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #nesta x reader #elain x reader #lucien x reader #eris x reader #tarquin x reader

[maryberry]

Nessian Headcanon

Pretty soon after their mating ceremony they make a rule: they always sleep in the same bed. It started because Nesta got mad at Cassian, lashed out and said something hurtful, and locked herself in the library. Cassian was laying there trying to sleep and Nesta still hadn't come to bed. He needed her there, needed that physical reassurance. He goes to find her after several hours of tossing and turning.

"I figured you wouldn't want me there. I thought you would still be upset with me for what I said." Nesta says to him.

"Even if I was, I would never not hold you." He replies.

They decide then and there that no matter what is said or done during the day, they will hold each other at night. Nesta needs it to know Cassian will not be taken from her, that he'll always be with her. Cassian needs it to make sure he's not losing her to the darkness that so often tries to grip her once more, that she's reaching for his hand just as much as he's reaching for hers.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #nesta x cassian #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian acosf #cassian acotar #sjmass #acotar headcanon #acosf headcannon

[ahnstar]

Nesta: I want to fuck myself

Cassian: I want that too

Nesta: What?

Cassian: -hand in the hip- What?

#cassian acosf #acotar #acosf headcannon #acosf thoughts #nesta archeron #nessian #acotar series #nesta acotar

[tadpolesonalgae]

Random ACOTAR head-cannons?

Side note: these are just some funny ideas I have, nothing here is said with the intention of being negative toward any of the characters, it’s just a bit of fun ^_^

-Eris’s best (and favourite) kind of dancing is the tango.

-Lucien hates tomatoes.

-In a modern setting, Cassian 100% was the kid who ate play dough.

-Amren completes crosswords in her free time - but as incorrectly as possible.

-Elain hates opera.

-Nesta, on occasion, makes up fake dance moves/adds in an insane amount of spins when Cassian works up the courage to practice dancing - just to get him back for training.

-Feyre sometimes just looses the process during an art session and would meet back up with Rhys covered in swirls and small, ridiculously detailed paintings.

-Azriel has a sweet-tooth? But would love bitter coffee.

-Mor stress paints her nails so she sometimes just appears with 1cm thick varnish lathering the tips of her fingers.

-Elain genuinely really enjoys Mor’s company.

-To mess with Cassian and Azriel, the Valkyrie squad will sometimes go through training the exact same way as the day before, saying the exact same things, making the exact same jokes and giving the exact same reaction each time - it works on Cass and unnerves Az (though he doesn’t show it as much).

-Rhysand used to have a ‘gloom room’.

-When Mor, Rhys, Cass and Az were younger, they had ‘friendly’ competitions and Mor would win all of them.

#acotar #acotar headcannons #Azriel #Cassian #mor #Elain #Rhysand #Rhys #Nesta #valkyries