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hlizr50 · 11 months

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Men pay a lot of money to get their name into Gwyn's exclusive black book - enough that, with careful planning, she's putting herself through law school debt-free. Once she's graduated, she can retire the high heels and little black dresses and get to work in the pursuit of justice that she and her sister never received.

Azriel Singer's profile intrigues her, with a smile that never shines in his eyes and a delectable body. But will his attitude get in the way of any future potential?

Welcome to the ACOTAR Writing Circle!!!

This is part 1! Part 2 will be posted in 2 weeks, and Part 3 in two weeks after that! I can't wait to see where this story goes!

Thank you @azrielshadowssing for organizing this event yet again! And thanks to @headcanonheadcase and @mystical-blaise for your feedback!

Now, without further ado, here is part one of a new Gwynriel AU:

I Choose Who. I Choose You.

Read on AO3 or read the chapter below!

Gwyn squinted at her computer screen before rubbing her eyes to see if that would help the blurry words come into focus. She hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep - not since her shitty roommate had weaseled away the cash they’d set aside for rent. She’d had to work later and longer than she was used to over the previous week to make sure she still had a roof over her head. And now that she was occupying the small apartment solo, she would have to adjust her scheduling.

The copper-haired law student mentally ticked through the list again: twice as much for rent, internet, electric, water. She’d already nixed the cable, mourning the loss of SVU and Grey’s, but she would just have to cope. For the past year or so, she’d been able to get away with reserving Friday and Saturday nights for her work. Now she was going to have to expand that to Thursday or Sunday – maybe both. She’d just have to see how business was.

Only three more semesters. She could hang up her thigh-high boots and tiny dresses and insane push-up bras after that.

In spite of the judgment from society at large, Gwyn wasn’t ashamed of being an escort. When she’d been attacked, sex had been used as a weapon against her. It had consumed her; filling her with pain and guilt and shame. After she took control of her body again, there was only power. When she performed sex acts by her own free will, it was liberating. And nothing was more empowering than using it all to put herself through college and law school, after which she could exact the justice that she and her sister never received.

She chose who. She chose when. She chose how much.

If she didn’t want to fuck, she didn’t. If she didn’t get a good feeling from a guy, she wouldn’t even go meet him. She ruthlessly investigated the men looking to make it into her little black book, and only a few made the cut each week.

Gwyn worried her bottom lip as she read the same line of text about patent law for what had to be the seventh time. More work meant more internet sleuthing and social media stalking, which would take up time during the days that she would like to keep reserved with her schoolwork.

It was going to be a grind, but it would be better than a thieving roommate and her skeevy hookups. And the rent was still cheaper than anything else she’d find in the city.

With a muttered curse she snapped her laptop closed, choosing to abandon schoolwork when it was obvious that she would not be retaining any knowledge. Instead, she plopped down on the well-loved sofa with her cell phone and her tablet, determined to be at least somewhat productive. As soon as she tapped the button that would lead to what she called her ‘dashboard’, a familiar ding notified her of a text. She set the tablet down and grabbed the phone, eyeing the message bubble.

Nesta: Come out tonight?

Gwyn groaned, relieved that her best friend wasn’t there to hear and, therefore, admonish her for the reaction. She knew Nesta meant well, and that she wanted Gwyn to go out and enjoy all the things the buzzing city life had to offer a mid-to-upper twenty-something woman like herself. And the law student would admit that she always had a good time when she obliged Nesta and Emerie.

But, in spite of what she did for a living, being out in the unpredictable night made her nervous. She was always vigilant, to the point where it had to grate on the people around her, not to mention any of the service staff who had the unfortunate luck of dealing with her idiosyncrasies.

At least she was a generous tipper.

And now, with the rise in her expenses, Gwyn found herself yet another excuse to keep herself cloistered and safe behind the locked door of her apartment.

Gwyn: Can’t tonight. School stuff.

Okay, so a little white lie here and there wasn’t the worst thing she could do.

Nesta: BOO

Gwyn laughed as she thumbed her response.

Gwyn: Text me when you get home. Gwyn: Or a photo of the sorry sap you’re going home with and an address. Gwyn: And then text me when you get THERE. Gwyn: And then text me in the morning. Nesta: YES, MOM

She played into the bit, sending her a kissy emoji along with a message to “make good choices”, before turning her attention back to her tablet. If school wasn’t happening, then she’d use this valuable time for recon on her newest submissions.

And the photos that greeted her were, on the whole, quite impressive.

Tamlin Green. Tarquin Summers. Jaxon Vanserra.

She didn’t even open the Vanserra file. Instead her nose crinkled as she grimaced and immediately declined. Even if he wasn’t directly related, Nesta’s sister Feyre was close to a Lucien Vanserra who had the same fiery hair. Lucien was on-again/off-again with Nesta’s other sister, Elain. That potential connection was just too close, the prospect of meeting awkwardly at a holiday a little more likely than Gwyn cared to accept.

Tarquin Summers looked delectably exotic, with a brilliant smile that promised trouble. It was exactly that kind of vow that sent the law student digging into the profile he’d created, and she was not disappointed.

Summers was pretty young to own a company, the result of the passing of his father, whose private jet had crashed a few years prior. His leadership must still be solid, in spite of his age, because the hydro-power startup was thriving, and winning the hearts of environmentalists everywhere. Gwyn found his focus on the climate quite attractive.

What was also quite attractive was the way the man wore a three-piece suit. With his white-blonde braids pulled back from his face and his chocolate skin an incredible contrast against his crisp white collar and tan vest, with matching pants that were tailored to perfection and definitely highlighted that he had… a lot to work with downstairs.

That picture of a shirtless Tarquin Summers at the gym was quite a selling point, as well.

Gwyn returned to her home screen and opened another app, quickly transferring his information into it and submitting the background check. If everything came back on the up and up, she might just get to trace those washboard abs with her tongue.

With a satisfied hum, she returned to her dashboard and opened the file for Tamlin Green, even though the long, golden hair and too-perfect face screamed frat-boy with daddy’s money and nary a consequence in the world. Green was a looker, and he obviously knew it. He was older than Summers, his emerald eyes colder and more calculating, and Gwyn knew it wasn’t just because Tamlin simply had more experience with the real world and the hell that it could be.

Tamlin Green was the heir of an oil tycoon. Old money. Ruthless money. Where Tarquin was an industry upstart with a passion for conservation and paying fair and livable wages, Tamlin had been groomed by a long legacy of greed and profit at any cost.

Against her better judgment, Gwyn typed the first and last name into her search engine. She knew the background check for Tamlin would likely come back as pristine as his Crest-commercial smile. For serial troublemakers like him – with rich, influential fathers – Gwyn would stoop to scrolling through social media and internet news and gossip sites. Unfortunately, more often than not, those salacious stories were closest to the truth.

It took longer than she expected to find the questionable stuff – props to his family’s public relations staff – but when her finger fell on the article link, she didn’t need to read beyond the headline.

GREEN OIL, FORMER EMPLOYEES REACH SETTLEMENT Twelve women who accused Green golden boy of sexual harassment and stalking receive $125 million

The copper-haired student gave a disapproving tsk as she closed her browser and declined Tamlin Green’s application. While she was smug that the women who brought the lawsuit had come away with a significant sum for their trouble, to men like Tamlin $125 million was merely pocket change; a minor inconvenience for them to keep behaving badly.

A contented sigh escaped between Gwyn’s lips. Tarquin seemed promising, and tomorrow she would reach out to schedule a meeting to discuss wants and needs and expectations and compensation. But until then, perhaps she could–

Another face appeared before she could close the app, and she was met with the intense hazel stare of what could quite possibly be the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. Even though it was just an uploaded photo, Gwyn felt like he was peering straight into her soul.

“Azriel Singer,” she tested the name in her mouth and found that she quite liked the way it fell from her lips. With hair that was somehow both perfect and disheveled and heavy dark ink peeking out from the unbuttoned collar of the navy henley he wore, this man screamed sex appeal. His grin was lopsided, and didn’t reach his eyes, but that didn’t make him any less tempting.

Brooding and mysterious? Sinfully sexy with a tormented past? Laughing to herself, she opened his profile and application. Gwyn was making him the main character in her own romance book before she knew anything about him at all.

Azriel Singer was a tech genius, specializing in cybersecurity, and was responsible for protecting the assets of Velaris, Inc. He also contracted his security services to other big name companies, and his programming prowess and talent for layered protection strategies made him worth every penny he invoiced. Unlike Summers and Green, Azriel Singer didn’t appear to be one for the public eye, and when he did venture out into the city, it was in the company of his two fraternity brothers.

When he did venture out into the city, he looked sexy as fuck.

Azriel was tall and muscular, but a little leaner than Tarquin. The attached gym photos weren’t shirtless, but they didn’t have to be with the way that the tank was practically painted onto his skin. The tattoos ran over his chest and shoulders, tapering off like tendrils of smoke as they snaked down his arms and up his neck, and for a moment Gwyn wondered if they signified anything.

She also wanted to touch them.

With her fingertips and her lips and her tongue and…

The redhead shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She was never like this – drooling after a man she’d never met. She was supposed to be the stoic one, the hard-to-get one. She had the power. These men were panting after her, not the other way around.

But there was something about the way that his eyes seemed dark and never glinted with mirth that made her want to know more. It made her want to understand whatever he might have suffered and help him shoulder the burden. Perhaps it was that younger, broken version of herself that felt so pulled to someone else who was cracked and imperfect underneath the veneer of beauty and wealth.

And even though she had Tarquin, with his mischievous grin and laughing eyes and perfect physique, in her queue, it was Azriel Singer who received her invitation.

Good evening, Azriel Thank you for reaching out. I would like to meet with you to further discuss what you’re looking for. Could we meet at Sevenda’s on Main on Saturday afternoon? I’m available between 2pm and 5pm. Looking forward to meeting you. Gwyneth

She had only just opened her reading app when she received a reply.

2pm at Sevenda’s works for me. See you there. A. Singer

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Azriel Singer was… quiet.

And, if she were honest, a bit of an ass.

He sat across from her, arms folded across his broad chest, wearing a frown. And for the life of her, Gwyn couldn’t figure it out. She knew she was attractive, and he had been the one to submit an application and agree to meet. So what was his problem?

“Listen, I don’t know if you were put up to this or have had a change of heart. But you clearly don’t want to be here, so maybe we should just part ways and call it a good try.” She shrugged as she hit him with some truth. It never bothered her if compatibility turned out to be an issue – that’s why they had these meetings. Might as well be as upfront as possible and get it over with.

The tall, unfairly handsome man across the table snorted. “Didn’t think I’d ever find an escort turning down money.” Annoyance flared to life, spiking her pulse, but she kept it cool and let her grin curve into something feline.

“You’re not the only man in my book, Azriel Singer,” she purred. His eyes grew cold. Calculating and hard.

“Of course not. How many men do you have on the docket tonight? Or is there a corner you prefer?”

Gwyn cocked an eyebrow, her ire simmering just below the surface. “That seems particularly judgmental considering you’re the one who requested my services.”

“My brothers suggested I try something to get a girl out of my system. A one-time thing. What’s your excuse?” he seethed.

In one surprisingly graceful move, she looped her arm through the handle of her purse and rose from the table. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Mr. Singer, but I’m going to humor you,” she explained curtly, stepping around her chair and pushing it in. She waved down a waiter and handed him her card before turning her burning gaze back on the man whose eyes flickered back. “I chose this profession, because I did not always have that choice. I choose who. I choose when. Nobody else. And that is power.” The server returned, and Gwyn furiously signed her name on the dotted line and gave him a radiant smile and a thank you.

“Have a lovely evening, Mr. Singer,” she hissed, “and you’re welcome for the drinks.”

And with that she stalked off, intent on messaging Tarquin Summers as soon as she returned to her apartment.

#acotar writing circle #acotarwritingcircle #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #acotar #gwynriel au #escort!gwyn #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel fanfic #gwynriel fic #fanfiction #fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar au

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romanticatheartt · 2 months

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Ok hear me out... Has anyone read twisted series by Ana Huang? because I was thinking an ACoTaR x Twisted crossover... but not like a full fanfiction just a description (?) of what it can be cuz I can't write for the life of me (I can't write in my mother language let alone in another one!)

Twisted Love x Elucien Twisted Game x Gwynriel Twisted Hate x Nessian Twisted Lies x Feysand

What do we think?

I mean Twisted Love is my least favorite of all the books (like very least) so I have to change many things of it to fit Elain and Lucien. Lucien is going to be so sassy and cocky (not like Alex who has a personality of a rock) and Elain is still a florist but ALSO a photographer. I'm pretty sure a modern AU Elain would be a great photographer as well!!

Twisted Games is my favorite out of all of them if I'm being honest. So Gwyn is a princess who likes to sing sometimes. She has a sister who's is about to be the future queen but is she? (yeah we're not killing Catrin in fact we give her a wife!!) and Azriel is her bodyguard.

Twisted Hate is my second Favorite and also the first book I read from this series (don't ask why I did that lmao). I always see Nesta in a modern au as lawyer!! She's studying and getting ready to become a lawyer. And Cassian is a sports massage therapist and a gym owner and happens to be her colleague and her trainer... he's a menace of course!!

Twisted Lies... well let me tell you the only reason I didn't liked this book as much as I wanted to, is Christian being so much like Alex but I liked the story in general and you can't tell me Stella and Christian doesn't give of Feysand vibes... Feyre has a art therapy degree and her dream is to open an studio but she's also a blogger on social media and tries to save money from their earnings but she has difficulty to reach a decent engagement. She also has a crazy stalker of an ex boyfriend that she still hasn't manged to get rid of (which is Tam/in). Rhysand is her landlord of the most secure apartment (she used to share it with Ressina, but now she's alone), and he's accepting the payment of her rent, which is way lower than the original price because she happens to be Nesta's sister who is his SIL and also Cassian's and Mor's BFF and you have to believe him that these are his only reasons... He has a security company and does other things as well... (and it's not illegal at all)

I mean as I go I'll defiantly add to the plot of each couple. But I'll start with Gwynriel because Twisted game was almost without any connection to the other books (and I love that book the most... and Gwynriel week is near) and from what I have in mind each one is going to be long lol

Lucien is a billionaire... cuz why not? Bat boys are adoptive brothers (Rhys' mother adopted Cass and Az) Azriel works for Rhysand but Cassian took a different road as you can see. Archeron sisters have a shaky relationship specially after their mother's death. Valkyries are bffs and went to collage together. Feyre, my baby, will go through it here as well. I'm not sure if I should keep Rhys' sister and mother alive and kill his father or kill them all... we'll see hehe

#this idea came to me last night #I was like I need to do something for Gwynriel week #and my mind went to a spiral and this happened...#it was out of my hands tbh #feysand #feysand au #gwynriel #gwynriel au #elucien #elucien au #nessian #nessian au #acotar x twisted series crossover #pro gwynriel #pro elucien

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weirdo-fun · 8 days

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Hello everyone! Here is my masterlist for all my writings that are here or will come. I am creating this now so that once I finish school I can start posting all my works/ideas that I have had for the past year. See y'all soon :)

*Warning* Minors DNI! Please don't interact. The fics here will be for adult eyes only (18+) for the swearing and topics being discussed. Please be smart of how you guys use the internet and social media.

Created: 4/17/2024

Last Updated: 4/19/2024

ACOTAR

Coming Soon:

A Court of Lost and Found

Sun and Dusk

They Don't Care About Us

Call of Duty

Coming Soon:

Call of the Survivor

Reposts

All of these reposts are for me share these writers amazing stories and posts. To also give credit to them because they work so hard and so it makes it easier for y'all to find them :)

Disclaimer: some reposts are from multi-chapter stories and will be reposts of later chapters and not the first one.

Side note: there are some fics with smut so please read the authors warnings/tags beforehand incase you don't want to read it.

Mass Effect

theartofthecover Saren Stone art prints

Call of Duty Fics

Author's Masterlists/Multi COD Characters

halcylone-of-the-sea Call of Duty AU Masterlist

starsexplodeatnight COD guys

Soap Fics

Could You Prentend To Love Me? Part 1

Ghost Fics

Among The Bullets Ch.1 Pt. 1

ACOTAR Fics

Fun Quiz

the-lonelybarricade Which ACOTAR Character Are You Quiz

Fic Recs

Cosmic-Whispers Fic Recs Part 2

Author's Fic Ideas

honeybeefae fic idea

Azriel Fics

Hope Ch.2

Lease of Life Part 1 Part 2

Soothing Darkness Ch.1 Ch.5

I Hate That I Love You

Cupid's Chokehold

Nightlight

Ceilings Part 2

Fall For Me: Chapter 3

Bluebird Part II Part VIII

His Shadow Part 2

And Then There Were None Part 1

Broken Fence

Lucien Fics

Kinktober Day Eight: Hate F-

Cassian Fics

My Hero

Jewel of the Authumn

Eris Fics

Gust & Flame Masterlist

#masterlist #writing #acotar #call of duty #weirdofunmasterlist #fantasy #science fiction #shower thoughts

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rileytownsc · 5 months

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this worked last time so:

i'm working on a short lucaya christmas social media au inspired by the new movie EXmas so check it out once I start posting 🫶🏼

feel free to follow me on there if you're a fanaccount or like any of these things:

hsmtmts, rina, sofia wylie, olivia rodrigo

lucaya, sabrina carpenter

taylor swift, ariana grande,

kdramas, ji chang-wook, wi ha-joon, han hyo-joo, han ye-seul

kpop, twice, g-idle, stray kids, exo, nayeon, jeongyeon, do kyungsoo

anne with an e, julie and the phantoms, new girl, the office, queen charlotte, ghost whisperer, witches of east end, beauty and the beast

reading + books, bridgerton, twilight, the selection, acotar, the hunger games / everlark, the school for good and evil

#lucaya #lucaya au #maya hart #sabrina carpenter #girl meets world #lucas friar #riley mathews #farkle minkus #riarkle #social media au #twitter au #lucaya twitter au

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anticomedygarden · 1 year

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fanfic writer :) fandom list under the cut. links to my fics in bio.

pfp is rat from the comic strip 'pearls before swine' by stephan pastis

header is a quote from the song of achilles by madeline miller

updates:

keeping the faith: i've abandoned the posting schedule lol (sorry)

part 4 of 'wolf' is coming at some point :)

organization:

everything should be grouped by fandom

if something fits in two fandoms, it's linked under all relevant groups

microfics written for prompts are all under the fandom label

if something is wrong or in the wrong spot, please lmk so i can fix it

ALL of my fics are also on ao3

generally, i'll write for:

golden trio era (hp series):

drarry, romione, linny, bleville, blon, pansmione, etc. basically just send in an ask for these guys and i'll tell if you if it's something i will or won't do

canon up to a point, aus welcome

marauders era (hp series):

wolfstar, jily, jegulus, dorlene, and marylily. there are some others that i will do only by specific request.

i don't like snape or dumbledore and will not tolerate lily evans hate

i have not read all the young dudes

ONLY AUS OR CANON DIVERGENCE FOR ALL MARAUDERS STUFF UNLESS THE CANON REQUEST IS SHORT AND DOESN'T FOLLOW THROUGH THEIR DEATHS ISTG I'LL CRY

also fuck jkr, she can die

pjo and the riordanverse

canon ships, but this is flexible, also i really love pipeyna

magnus chase, kane chronicles, and trials of apollo welcome, though i can't promise it will be as good or accurate as the pjo/hoo stuff

also when i say canon compliant in regards to trials of apollo, i mean i pick and choose the parts that i liked

will do aus, canon divergence, and canon

rwrb - BOOK ONLY

canon preferred

the shadowhunter chronicles - NOT TV OR MOVIES:

canon ships

aus preferred

throne of glass:

canon ships, but manorian and chaorene are up for debate (i like dorian x chaol)

aus preferred

acotar (sarah j. maas):

only canon ships, please don't send in requests for a non confirmed ship (i.e. elriel, gwynriel, elucien, etc.)

aus preferred

tsoa:

canon ships, patrochilles preferredly

ONLY AUS. i have not read the iliad or the odyssey, and trying to write for canon will make me cry

original ideas:

go ahead and send in requests if one of my originals catches your eye.

other:

this is not a complete list of media i'm into, so y'all can send in whatever, and i'll just let you know whether or not i'm in into it

headcanons

any

if you want to send in a prompt but don't know what you want, check out the prompt generator in my bio!

will write:

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

kid fics

most aus and tropes

social media fics - if you want one of these, the ask needs to be in strong detail (tumblr is my only social, and i don't follow trends at all)

car crashes, but only if it ends happy

alcohol use as long as it's not alcohol abuse

toxic relationships, but only if it ends happy

will not write:

smut

reader/author insert (unless an original story is in second person)

smoking (this includes marauders era!)

gender swap*

incest

major character death/unhappy ending

suicide

mpreg

a/b/o

*this isn't to say i won't write genderqueer characters, just for some reason, i've never been able to get into gender swap stuff. i will write any and all queer identities to the best of my ability! love y'all <3

#guidelines #not fic

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pcrsea · 2 years

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i'm obsessed w youtuber au and i haven't seen anyone do one about acotar so here we are 8)

NESTA

• I feel like Nesta's channel would be all about books (the spicy ones!!) and her videos would have titles like:

• "Hear me rant for 20 mins for this shitty ending"

• "Let's find out how many cups of coffee I need to read for 24 hours"

• "Enemies to lovers: the only trope that never gets boring"

• "This is why fictional men are way better than real ones (i just had a fight with my bf, yes)"

• "I have had over 100 lovers this year (all fictional, kinda like you cassian)"

• But she also talks about her daily life, in every book she finds something that she relates and she tells the story to her followers, so it isn't a typical book channel.

• She always vlogs on christmas.

• "Christmas is the best holiday and the wine is the reason | collab w Amren "

CASSIAN

• Two words: clickbait king.

• "Nesta broke up with me"

• The thumbnail would be he sitting on a couch with his hands on his face. He'd also add a big heartbroken emoji next to him because he's a drama king.

• But the video would be about the most random shit like Cassian talking about how he feels excluded for not liking mustard.

• He'd collab A LOT.

• "Painting Mickey Mouse while eating sushi | collab w Feyre Paints"

• "That one time we went on a date | collab w Mor"

• He'd be the most famous of all and would have an insane number of fans.

• Since he starts dating Nesta, half of his videos are about her:

• "Why you don't have to call your girlfriend Elizabeth Benneth wannabe"

• "My girlfriend told me she'd leave me for fictional man Aaron Blackford. I'm not okay"

AZRIEL

• He would post five times a year because he's lazy about his channel.

• Some of his videos would be just clips of what he bought in the supermarket but with no talking, no songs, ANYTHING.

• His fans thinks he's the most hilarious of all, but no one really understands his humor.

• He sings in a couple of videos.

• The king of reaction videos.

• "Another reaction video. I may be sad"

• But the funny part it's that there'd be no sound on those videos. Like it's the video that he's reacting to and a little box in the right in which he is. But with no sound.

Pls tell me if you'd like a part two.

#acotar social media au #acotar #youtube au #nesta #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #nessian au #nessian #acotar au

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gaylindathegood · 3 years

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ACOTAR social media AU: Nesta’s Bachelorette - Party’s getting started

Arrivals:

Activities begin:

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stars-falling · 2 years

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inside their phone: Cassian edition comes out tomorrow at 12pm bst

in the garden (an elriel fanfic) comes out friday 12pm bst

you can find my other social media edits here and my other fics here

#lily talks #acotar social media au #cassian #acotar fanfic #elriel #acotar #update

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my-fan-side · 5 years

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Uhmmm I did a thing? I hope it turns out alright.. 😳 Nesta and Cassian Instagram Aesthetic

#nesta archeron #cassian #acotar au #acotar instagram au #acotar social media au #nessian #nessian aesthetic #modern #aesthetic #acotar instagram aesthetic

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kjyd · 5 years

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@faenet event: alternate universes ➝ instagram au

to the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered. (click to enlarge)

#faenet #acotaredit #acotar #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #instagram au #social media au #*mine #*icinsta #day court

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oversized-bats · 5 years

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#nesta archeron #feyre archeron #amren #acotar social media #acotar au #acotar

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feysand-thrashed · 6 years

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the acotar squad goes to the beach beach

#modern day au #acotar #acomaf #acofas #fanart #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #cassian #rhysand #au #social media au

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sjmkinkmeme · 2 years

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We have our first completed prompt!

Fandom: ACOTAR

Characters: Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, Cassian

Pairings: N/A

Prompt: the Valkyries run into one another at the Antiques Road Show

Setting: somewhat modern AU | fluff

Filled by: anonymous

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Nesta spied the competition with the eye of a hunter seeking out prey. The elderly, children, or strapping young men and women the prime of their lives, it didn’t matter. She would take every last one of them down and make it on tv if she had to break a few hips to do it.

In her arms Nesta clasped a parcel wrapped in cloth. She’d fallen asleep the night before imagining the look of surprise, amazement, and reverence when the antiques dealer first looked at the book she had brought to Antiques Road Show. She had spent enough time in the libraries of Prythian, in the Night Court and then in her visits to the Day Court, that she figured she had the good sense to tell trash from treasure. Especially where books were involved.

Nesta had slipped out of bed, leaving a snoring Cassian behind, before the sun had risen. She had managed to put Emerie and Gwyn off the day before, claiming a headache that would, unfortunately, make her unable to attend brunch.

She smiled as she pictured the shock on their faces when confronted with their fellow Valkyrie on television, on Antiques Road Show, the newly-minted millionaire smiling in smug contentment with her priceless find. It would be all over social media. She couldn’t wait. Finally, she would have something to lord over them, as they teased her about being Carynthians while she was merely Orestian.

Nesta would show them all.

As she found her place in line with the antiquarian who had the proper expertise, Nesta glanced around again. If she could just blend in with the crowd, get in, and get out, she could be back for lunch and no one would suspect a thing.

A familiar laugh sounded behind her, shattering that illusion.

Slowly, Nesta turned. “Gwyn?”

“Nesta,” Gwyn returned. “How’s that headache?” Gwyn’s hair was piled haphazardly on the top of her head, her robes slightly askew as if she had slept in them.

“Better,” Nesta said shortly. “What are you doing here?”

“I told Emerie I couldn’t make it either. I think she was just glad to be able to sleep in.”

The women were uncharacteristically silent for a moment, wanting desperately to inspect what each carried, but wanting just as desperately to avoid seeming interested, lest they seem threatened.

Finally, Gwyn jutted her chin out towards the package that Nesta held. “What do you have?”

“A book.” Nesta held it tighter to her chest. “What about you?”

“A book,” Gwyn echoed.

Silence took its place between them again. Around them, the happy sounds of people who would soon find out that their grandmother’s jewelry was paste and not jewels, and people with furniture that had been treated poorly, but was in no way antique. Nesta smiled at the thought of some poor fool who had bought a Picasso charger plate for $500, only to find out it had been mass-produced as a replica and was only worth $5.

“So,” Gwyn said, then cleared her throat. “What are you hoping for?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Nesta said, not willing to show her hand. “Enough to get on the show, at least. Maybe something to set aside for travel. A vacation home for Cassian and me.”

Gwyn nodded knowingly. “I wish you the best of luck.”

Nesta raised an eyebrow. “And you aren’t going to tell me what you think you have?”

Gwyn shrugged. “We won’t know until I get up there.” She paused, then broke out into a grin. “Hi, Cassian.”

Nesta whirled around for the second time that morning. “Cassian?”

“Nes,” he said, leaning forward and brushing a kiss on her cheek. “I didn’t expect to see you here this morning.”

“You were asleep when I left. It’s the weekend. What are you doing here?” The element of surprise that Nesta had counted on was quickly evaporating, but it figured that her mate and best friend had shown up at the exact same place she had on a Saturday morning, despite her best efforts at being stealthy.

“You were supposed to be at brunch,” Cassian countered. “Besides, I love this show. I thought I’d give it the old college try.”

“And what did you bring, Cassian?” Gwyn asked from over Nesta’s shoulder.

Cassian greeted Gwyn with a nod and held up his find. A pink porcelain pig with an iridescent glaze and a curly tail, it sat back on its haunches as it smiled proudly.

“Cassian, dearest,” Nesta said, “That is a piece of junk. A cute piece of junk, but it can’t be worth anything. Where did you even find it?”

Cassian clutched the porcelain pig to his chest. “Priscilla will hear you. Pigs are highly intelligent creatures. And I won’t reveal my sources. What did you bring, anyway?”

Nesta sighed and handed him her package.

Cassian stashed Priscilla under his arm as he unwrapped Nesta’s find. The soft, worn leather book looked like thousands of others that Nesta had seen, though she was certain there was more to it. She was counting on it, and had already thought about the words they would use to describe her when it was revealed. Astute. Discerning. Tasteful.

“The Anals, Trials, and Tribulations of Sir Leopold von Unruh,” Cassian read from the spine of the book Nesta had brought.

“It’s ‘Annals’,” Nesta corrected, snatching the book back. “And I’ll try to remember to write all of you from my mansion, once I’ve sold it.”

The line moved forward. The trio remained silent, unsure of whether they spoke with friend or foe in that moment.

When it was finally Nesta’s turn, she walked up to the display, throwing a quick “Good luck” to Cassian and Gwyn.

When they met back up a half hour later, they all wore sour expressions.

“So?” Gwyn held her book at her side, no longer treating it like a precious object. Nesta had unceremoniously thrown von Unruh’s tome into her purse.

“He was a charlatan and a schemer and nothing he wrote was worth the paper it was printed on,” Nesta spat out, repeating the antiques dealer’s evaluation. “And on top of that, there are thousands of copies in the world that no one wants. It was a waste of time.”

Gwyn began snickering.

“And yours was worth how much, Gwyn?”

Gwyn stopped laughing. “Nothing.”

The women turned to Cassian.

“What about you, Cassian?” Gwyn asked.

“Does it really matter? She means something to me.” He still held the pig in the palm of his hand.

“Ladies, Cassian,” a fourth voice said. “Fancy meeting you here. Must not have gone quite as you expected, looks like?” Emerie joined the circle, head cocked and slight smile on her face.

“Emerie, we were just-“ Gwyn began to explain, but Emerie held up a hand.

“I’m not an idiot. The only time Nesta gets a headache is if she’s up to something,” Emerie said. “And you were too eager to beg off after she did. Did you think I didn’t notice that Antiques Road Show was going to be in Velaris? Did you think that if you just didn’t mention it, I would never know? It’s a clever way to eliminate the competition, I suppose. If the competition is a complete idiot.”

“What did you bring?” Nesta asked, hoping that least they could have company in their disappointment.

“A tapestry.”

“Tapestry,” Gwyn echoed.

“And how much was it worth?” Cassian looked between the women as if watching a ball lobbed back in forth, waiting for it to strike home.

“More than you make in a year, Cassian,” Emerie answered. “In fact, more than you all make in a year, combined.”

“A tapestry,” Nesta said, trying to understand how she could have been so foolish, so pedestrian, so common as to have brought a book.

Emerie smirked. “What can I say, ladies? It pays to have taste.”

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