I saw someone say something about mor x elain and my mind just went omg lucien x azriel like after they get over it i guess lol i can ship anything at this point maybe they can get over it ✨together✨😏
Thinking about writing a Nessian fic specifically for tumblr that involved two Nessian prompts I’ve wanted to write for a while. Thoughts?
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: mild cursing, minor allusions to alcohol abuse and suicide
“The music stomped into its crashing finale. Drums striking, violins whirring, and the entire room straightened, eyes upon Nesta. Upon Nesta, this once human female who had conquered death, who now glowed as if she had devoured the moon…”
I’m going to bed tonight, crying in fucking awe picturing Nesta spinning the twelve spins of the waltz featured in this audiobook sneak peek of ACOSF. 😭❤️🔥
i made a modern au nessian fic yall wanna read it?
someone: you can’t just raise discontent against cassian and rhys
kallon: then why are they there then?
Now that we’re getting closer to ACOSF, the more I think Nesta n’s Cassian are going to take in one of the illyrian children who got orphaned by the war. I think that would be perfect for them. Thoughts???
made this side blog for the sole purpose of writing azriel fics and probably some feysand oneshots. it’s time I stop fighting my utter adoration for this series and these characters
I want Nesta to become or figure out that she is a goddess/queen (maybe queen of Illyria if they have an uprising) because it just sounds like she is, could, and would be an amazing Queen/goddess. BUT ALSO, can you Imagine the IC being like “we don’t like Nesta,” and then she becomes a literal queen. PLEASE (like I hope they can all tolerate each other again, and maybe be friends in a few hundred years but like I want to see their ‘oh shit’ faces.)
Nesta wasn’t the type of girl to be out cheering for her school team. Her sisters were—one of the reasons why their relationship wasn’t as strong as other siblings’–but Nesta was perfectly content to sit in her favorite corner of the library. Large windows on either side of her to illuminate her favorite words and far enough from the over-eager crowds of her classmates.
The book was one she’d read hundreds of times. Nesta had found it on her mother’s night table when she was fifteen. Just as the family of, suddenly, four were clearing her things to donate. Nesta’s mother died in a car crash. Her suffering was quick, they’d said, but the one she left behind was still on going.
It was romance. Not the kind her mother would want Nesta to read, that much was certain. But Nesta had fallen in love with the characters, with the story. She couldn’t put it down. She’d dog-eared her favorite pages, underlined her favorite passages. It was well and truly loved, and you could tell by just glancing it. The book was not to be found at a school library, so if she ever brought it out, she’d make sure to hide it behind another. A Dickinson or Shakespeare one, depending on the day.
20 DAYS GUYS AND WE WILL GET NESSIAN SEX SCENES AND THE LIKE 🔥🔥
For the employees of Terra and Cadre magazines, the Annual Prythian Printing Holiday Away was usually a weekend full of festivities. However this year, with less than twenty fours before the trip, haunted memories cause two employees’ secret affair to fall into shambles–their hearts along with it. Will a weekend in the mountains be a time of healing or are the scars left behind too deep to overcome
Trigger warnings: non/con, abuse, ptsd from abuse
content warnings: NSFW
Anon: inner circle-secret santa exchange
Anon: Feysand- friends don’t do this kind of shit
@justgiu12: Nessian- just shut up and take your pants off, best sleep I’ve had in a long time
@sjm-things: Nessian- counting freckles while the other one sleeps (to both of you I know I’m months late on these prompts. they were written down in a notebook and I lost them. sorry! but I found it so hey! better late than never!
A/N: Y'all here we are the end of this lovely tale. Meg and I would love to issue our thanks to all of you for reading and supporting our story. We couldn’t have done with you ❤. As we mentioned previously, we will be continuing a writing journey together with more fics on the way. If you’d like to keep tabs on our future works be sure to follow @starborn-illyrian. Our next big, Archeron, will be soon and were so excited for you all to read it!
Since we’ve been hitting you guys heavy with angst these past couple parts. Enjoy the filth and fluff that is part 6.
From the bottom of our hearts,
Find out more about Archeron here:
With a well rested groan, Cassian shifted slightly, careful to not wake Nesta, removing his arm from underneath her body. He hated to move, but his own body was stiff crying out in pain. He needed some relief. That sadly the warmth of Nesta’s body couldn’t provide. Strands of her honeyed hair stuck to her face, an affectionate grin tugged at the corner of his lips. Brushing away the stray pieces with a swoop of his hand, Nesta burrowed into the pillows with a relaxed groan.
Cassian reached out to the night stand, grabbing the bottle Rowan dropped off, taking his dosage. Tossing the pills into his mouth, he caught the shimmering reflection of crimson. Nesta’s gift. For later, she told him. Then she unleashed her past on him. He was sure some of the ache, especially in his chest, wasn’t from the accident. But her story. Nesta was one of the strongest people he knew. For her to suffer like that and keep it inside to continue on every day… Cauldron, he admired her more for it.
Taking one long look at her sleeping form, Cassian went for it. Taking the small box quietly, he unwrapped it. Inside there was a scarlet tie and a piece of paper. He chuckled. It’s been months since he saw that tie. He remembered Nesta pulling him down on her, undoing the silken fabric, tossing it aside as it landed perfectly into her wine glass. Sure enough upon further inspection, half of the tie was darker than the rest.
His attention dropped to the neatly folded slip of paper. Nesta was silent still, breathing heavily. He picked up the paper, unfolding it. Her elegant script covered the page along with random splotches of ink smeared across discolored parts of the paper. He realized she must have cried writing this. He held his breath and read.
Inspired by the song “All my girls like to fight” by Hope Tala
Summary: Devlon trains Nesta. Devlon’s POV
Disclaimer: I personally am on the fence about Nesta training because she’s more magically powerful (probably) than anyone else. However, I will not lie and say it does not intrigue me, because I tend to like anything involving Nesta Archeron. And, I think it would be cool to have her fight (and inevitable) and the sexual tension with Cassian would be through the roof if they ever trained together, which is just chef’s kiss* I just don’t like that Nesta learning to fight feels like she’s giving up more of her values, which doesn’t sit well with me, since she’s had to change so much already and not by choice. But the thought of Devlon being the one to train her satisfied all of the check boxes in my head because I could then work out subtly his own views about female’s fighting. That was very interesting and the fic practically wrote itself.
Anyways…. here it is!
Devlon awoke to the sound of cutting air. It whirred and disappeared. Whooshed and was no more. He clamped his pillow to his ears, half-awake and in the middle of dreaming—some nonsensical dream that he knew he would not remember in the morning.
But the sound erupted again, this time a heavy clash, and his eyes burst open once more stinging.
Alright! A nessian high school au that no one asked for is coming 🎉
I think people are allowed to have their fan casts, but sometimes I look at fan casts for the bat boys and Amren and Lucien and all I can think about when looking at them is
Like have I been imagining them as the wrong skin color the whole time?? Are they not POC or coded POC?
WAIT. TO EVERYONE THAT HAS THEORIES OF THE AELIN/DEANNA/TOG THEME CROSS OVER FOR ACSF:
Doesn’t Nesta’s and Eris’s dance remind just a little of Aelin and Rowan’s dance at the end of KOA?
Everyone marveling at how graceful the pair was. Everyone watching Aelin, assassin turned god turned assassin turned queen.
I’m not shipping these two and I don’t think there’s anything between them, just a lil’ something I noticed.
Aelin: To whatever end?
Rowan: To whatever end, Fireheart.
That is it. That’s the meme 🤡