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throneofsapphics · 3 months

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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.

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maryberry · 6 months

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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

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simmanin · 3 days

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Cassian to Nesta (canonically): What? You think I wanna be shackled to you?!?

meanwhile, Eris to Nesta (probably): I always did enjoy playing around with cuffs 😏

#pro neris #pro nesta archeron #pro eris vanserra #cassian critical #nessian critical #acotar headcanon #acotar fic #anti cassian #anti nessian #acosf #acosf headcannon

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itsthedoodle · 9 months

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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

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 2 months

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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

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ahnstar · 1 year

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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

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jazzy---j · 2 years

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Inner Circle Baby Names

Feyre Archeron and Rhysand Avitas

Nyx Hesperos Avitas-Archeron (m)

Oryon Rigel Avitas-Archeron (m)

Artemus Sirius Avitas-Archeron (m)

Seraphina Diana Avitas-Archeron (f)

Nesta Archeron and Cassian Archeron (Vega)

Athena Thunderheart Archeron (f)

Torunn Stormbreaker Archeron (f)

Xena Silverflame Archeron (f)

Atlas Nightfyre Archeron (m)

Cassandra Starshine Archeron (f)

Gwyn Berdara and Azriel Berdara (Vega)

Catrin Valda Berdara (f)

Erebrus Terr Berdara (m-twin)

Carwyn Thaddeus Berdara (m-twin)

Elain Archeron and Lucian Spell-Cleaver

Hemera Willow Archeron-SpellCleaver (f)

Phoebus Tyr Archeron-SpellCleaver (m)

Helios Haul Archeron-SpellCleaver (m)

Solana Alissa Archeron-SpellCleaver (f-twin)

Solara Alba Archeron-SpellCleaver (f-twin)

Apollo Samson Archeron-SpellCleaver (m)

Aurora Kira Archeron-SpellCleaver (f)

Emerie… and Mor…

Galen Jason … (m)

Shreya Sloane… (f)

This is the only acceptable list, change my mind…

check out the links to character descriptions.

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azrielsbxtch · 2 years

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[Cassian,Nesta and Rhys come to pick up Nyx from school. There’s a wall with fruit stickers]

Nesta : This is a lickable wall

Rhys : You can lick these fruits?

Nesta : Yeah try it

Rhys & Cassian : *licks wall*

Rhys : I don’t taste anything

Cassian : Yeah me neither

Nesta : I never said it tasted like anything

Rhys : You said it was lickable

Nesta : Anything is lickable

Rhys: So we just licked a regular wall?

Nesta : Yeah you looked so stupid

#nesta archeron #nesta supremacy #nesta stan #pro cassian #pro nessian #pro rhysand #rhysand #nessian supremacy #acosf headcannon #nyx archeron

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goatahoan · 1 year

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I believe Taylor Swift wrote Labyrinth while staying up late reading A Court of Silver Flames and I will not be dissuaded.

#nesta acosf #acosf thoughts #acosf headcannon #sarah j maas #taylor swift #midnights #labyrinth #taylorswift lyrics #acosf #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #nesta x cassian

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adelindschade · 2 years

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Another AU I have no energy to write but an AU I love nonetheless, inspired by What We Do In The Shadows (FX Series) w/ TVD/TO face inspirations.

Reincarnated Human Feyre being taken in by her estranged ancestor - 500 year old vampiress Nesta, a French aristocrat turned destitute peasant, who introduces herself as Feyre’s sister. She married young, turned young violently, killed her husband, killed her creator, and watched her sister die in child birth, and languished on earth as a ‘bloodsucking nomad’.

The chance to make amends with her long-lost sister is one she won’t decline, and she takes Feyre in, and offers to fund art school now that she has centuries of wealth stock piled to provide for her reunited family.

They live in a magically-charged, witch-incanted conscious house that Nesta bought some centuries ago during the American Revolution, along with her roommates: Emerie, a winged demon (a witch who made a deal before she was destined to be burned at the stake), who craves cake over souls (and prefers the company of women over men); and Gwyn, a succubus who’s very awkward around men and would rather stay up late with a book.

Nesta is an editor; Gwyn is a librarian who hides between shelves at the local archives; and Emerie is a ‘free-loading demon’ with plenty of war knowledge and collection of swords - but she’s also a killer designer, too .

Feyre goes to college, thrives at student-life, and meets a couple of new faces. She reluctant to introduce her friends to her ‘roommates’ - until drunk Cassian and Azriel pop up on her door, and Feyre panics as she tries to keep them out.

Only Nesta - infamously cold, standoffish Nesta - uncharacteristically invites them in, and Gwyn walks into the foyer taken by surprise - and runs to hide. Emerie sits down to interrogate them, knowing something but not saying what. If Nesta’s unusual warmth and charming smile towards Cassian is any indication, Feyre is itching to ask!

Feyre eventually coaxes it out after they leave. Nesta’s fondness stems from the fact Cassian was the dead ringer of Nesta’s beloved, whom died in battle but promised to reunite in another life. (A promise the reluctant romantic clung to). He was also a dear friend of Feyre’s in another period; and the brother of Feyre’s own beloved.

Enter Rhys. Who’s alive - or, unlike.

See, Rhys was a man who swept a wild spirited woman off her feet - and from another man, too, but childbirth stole her away only a short years after. Nesta, in her deepest grief, and resenting Rhys due to unmentioned strife between them, had condemned Rhys to immortality as the newly created vampire acted out in unabashed grief, and blamed him for her sister’s demise. He would never get to reunite with his beloved in the afterlife, damned to misery as Nesta had been.

Ironically, the two would become slow friends, and Emerie indulged they now share holidays as they’ve recognized each other as the last remnants of family they have left. His brothers perished in war; her sisters as casualties of natural illness. It was lonesome for them both - and eventually they set aside their differences to celebrate their common links. Emphasis on a LONG time for them to find forgiveness.

(Side note: Elain rejected Nesta due to her vampiric nature and unhindered bloodlust. 1500s France here, people. She died a wealthy woman, Lady Grayson, only to die of the plague.)

Feyre is excited at the romantic prospects and asks Nesta for a re-introduction to her long-lost lover, while endorsing Nesta to see if Cassian’s likeness isn’t just coincidental. She uses Nesta’s words as encouragement. 500 years is a long time - and second chances don’t come too often.

It just so happens it’s a season of ribbing. Nesta is amiable about the reunion, just as Rhys is favorable of trying to *not* interfere with his brothers’ love life like before, as he has a new respect and history with Nesta, and eager to make new memories with Cassian, too.

(It begs the question if they’d condemn either lover to immortality, knowing the cost - a question neither want to answer anytime soon. Rhys wouldn’t hesitate to bond with Feyre forever; Nesta is adamantly against corrupting Cassian’s good nature)

It’s an interesting new chapter, with the two foes now *friendly* and old friends reunited; now, Azriel who has a bad history with love - first rejected by the beautiful Mor, and then lusting after an engaged woman - only to die in battle, is now reincarnated and absolutely besotted with the shy redhead. Not realizing the risks of being intimate with an succubus - but a man can daydream.

#acotar au #I need so stop headcannoning #my projects will get the better of me #I just want to experiment with Rhys and Nesta being a team opposed to enemies #all the new jokes that could be conjured #nessian #gwynriel #feysand #also Nadja and Lazlo are nessian #and you can't tell me otherwise

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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✧poly!Feysand✧

✧Rhys✧

relapse ↳ part two if you insist small touches chocolate* giving in surprise reunions* a special surprise* the other side stay in the moment with me

✧Azriel & Cassian✧

time is running out up all night ↳ part two points for creativity the ebb and flow of fate ↳ part two* ↳ part three ↳ part four ↳ part five* ↳ epilogue footprints in the snow

✧poly!Nessian✧

a different kind of fear ↳ part two theirs* ↳ part two in and out of dreams* headcannons a present*

✧Mor✧

change the locks* temporary brand* bad decisions* copy me* met you in the bathroom day and night pretty for me*

✧Cassian✧

obsession unconventional weapons

✧Azriel✧

girl's night can't turn down a challenge bad idea easy decisions it only takes three just one more never trust a good deal from the shadows finding you again - prologue ↳ part one

✧Azriel & Rhys✧

desperate* horrible timing yes or no*

✧Rhys & Azriel & Cassian✧

brush away the dust

✧Nesta✧

dating manon and nesta sweet ride* dinner first*

✧Next Gen✧

Nyx nosy parents ↳ part two ↳ part three busybodies a pretty smile Nyx & Sunshine Reader ambushes and invitations misplaced chivalry Nessian's Daughter & Reader passing the test Eris's Daughter & Reader stolen moments and chance meetings ↳ part two ↳ part three

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maryberry · 3 months

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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

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lovemyromance · 29 days

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Stops this madness!!

Like yes, I know every side of the fandom is guilty of twisting things in their favor but come on. COME ON.

There are theories and then there are people doing the splits, breaking their arm trying to make these egregious extrapolations and reaches.

I have personally, never denied the fact that Elucien were mates. In fact, I didn't even question that fact despite the Elriel theories swimming around - until HOFAS came out and we got confirmation the cauldron was wrong

Yes, their bond seemed so different than Feysand and Nessian, but I did not really say anything about it until I got canon confirmation that the Cauldron had been tampered with.

I did not twist canon text. I did not theorize beyond what is already there on the page.

So I hope you can see why, I am incredibly annoyed every time I see Eluciens trying to shit on every Elriel moment and twisting it to have some alternative crazy reasoning.

I'm not going to call anyone out because I don't usually go fighting on anti-posts (even though their blatant disregard for canon makes my eye twitch). But why did I see an anti post saying

"Oh, Azriel only went to go save Elain from Hybern's camp as a challenge from Nesta, because she said "then you will die". He was just trying to prove her wrong."

Like what? You are honestly telling me, someone read that scene, saw how Azriel defied all warnings and orders and said "I'm getting her back" when he is not her mate, not her sister, barely even her friend at this point, getting his wings shredded to save her, swaying on his feet from pain and blood loss but still not letting her go and demanding to get the chains off her -

You read that scene-the multiple chapters to cover it - and thought "Oh, he only did that to prove Nesta wrong?"

REALLY?

Why would he even want to prove Nesta wrong? Why would that even be a thing? Why would it be something he would risk his life for? Can you please explain? Is he suddenly beefing with Nesta in the middle of a war?

Sometimes... the most obvious answer is the right one. Sometimes when an author writes something, she means it.

Like half the headcannons and theories antis post are fine whatever, but why do they have to shit on beautiful Elriel moments? Your ship should be able to float on its own, and if it doesn't maybe that's a sign 🙄

Sorry Elucien doesn't have any positive interactions together. Sorry Gwynriel barely even interacts on the page, let alone romantically.

Be happy with your ship. And if headcannons and theories is all you have, then be happy with that because you chose to ignore canon and ship whatever. Don't go around trashing actual canon text and purposefully misconstruing it to make yourself feel better.

God I'm tired of this and I've literally only been engaging in this fandom for like a month. I can't imagine what people who've been here since 2016 have had to go through, y'all stronger than me for sure 😅

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #pro elain #acotar #elain x azriel #elain #antielucien #antigwynriel

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sweetcarolina-24 · 10 months

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Masterlist

UPDATED MASTERLIST

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Full Length Fanfics

Dark Paradise(ACOTAR) (nesta x azriel's sister) Stargirl(ACOTAR) (azriel x rhys's sister) Cherry Blossom(ACOTAR)(feysand x tamlin's siser) Where The Spirit Meets The Bone(FOTA)(nicasia x cardan's sister) Not All Glass Shatters(Shatter Me) Diamonds Can Kill(The Hunger Games) Violets for Roses(The Society) It’s A Scream Baby(Scream)

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Azriel:

smut: So Close

Mating Frenzy

fluff The First Taste

angst Spoiled Little Princess

headcannons: what music the batboys would listen to

random: none yet

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Eris

series: Scorched Shadows: Part I, Part 2

smut: Little Fawn

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

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Nesta

smut: Look At Yourself

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the sisters would listen to

random: overhated

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Feyre

smut: Good Girl

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the sisters would listen to

random: none yet

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Elain

smut: Pretty Little Thing

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the sisters would listen to queer elain

random: honeymoon is so elucien

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Lucien

smut: Greedy Little Fox

Love

fluff: none yet

angst none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: honeymoon is so elucien

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Morrigan

smut: Stay Still The Birchin

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: ritas queer elain x mor

random: vampire is so mor coded

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Cassian

smut: The Headbord

fluff: none yet

angst: The 1

headcannons: ritas what music the batboys would listen to

random: none yet

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Rhysand

smut: The Mess You Caused

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the batboys would listen to

random: pissing me off fr

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POLY/SHIP FICS

if it says “x reader” its a poly fic, if it doesnt, its just the two characters. (feyre x rhys, nesta x cassian, ect)

Feysand:

smut: Punishment(Feysand x Reader) Caught In Between(Feysand x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

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Nessian:

smut: Pathetic(Nessian x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

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Gwynriel:

smut: Shut Her Up(Gwynriel x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

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Elucien

smut: Teatime

fluff: Teatime

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: honeymoon is so elucien

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Emorie:

smut: Somewhere More Private(Emorie x Reader) Desperate(Emorie x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: seven by taylor swift is their song

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Batboys:

smut: Pure Pleasure(batboys x reader) Training(batboys x reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

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acourtofthought · 11 months

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Have you noticed how much page time SJM dedicates to Helion in Silver Flames? Maybe he'll be getting a book but as it stands, she's never strongly hinted at him having one the way she has for other characters.

Yet SJM really hit the Rhys / Helion friendship hard in Nessian's book which is a bit strange since Rhys doesn't share a POV but through that friendship, we learn quite a bit about Helion and his powers.

I think SJM is using Helion as a way to relay information to us about Lucien.

Lucien is not really friends with the IC at this point. He occasionally works for them and his mate is living there but since he and Elain are at odds for the time being, he doesn't have many reasons to be on page in a Nessian book. But granting Helion page time means that everything we learn about him, can be passed on to the future of Lucien, being his son and Heir to Day.

Rhys is having Helion teach him about truly impenetrable shields / Feyre had muttered when Cassian asked about the ironclad defenses, so strong they even masked her scent. / “It’s all part of the same shield. Helion wasn’t joking about it being impenetrable.”

I wonder if Lucien could learn to use a shield for protection while facing off with an enemy or whether he could use one in a situation where he needs to remain hidden and would have to mask his scent.

But the male had one thousand libraries at his disposal, and had put them all to good use for the treaty.

Lucien will also have access to these libraries.

He’d wanted to enter the dark city in a golden chariot led by four snow-white horses with manes of golden fire,

What?! Tell me how there's not been fanart of Elucien on these horses! 😍

The winged horses were rare—so rare that it was said Helion’s seven breeding pairs of flying horses were the only ones left. Lore held that there had once been far more of them before recorded history, and that most had just vanished, as if they’d been devoured by the sky itself. Their population had dwindled further in the last thousand years, for reasons no one could explain. Helion’s most beloved pair—this black stallion, Meallan, and his mate—hadn’t produced offspring in three hundred years, and that last foal hadn’t made it out of weaning before he’d succumbed to an illness no healer could remedy. According to legend, the pegasuses had come from the island the Prison sat upon—had once fed in fair meadows that had long given way to moss and mist. Perhaps that was part of the decline: their homeland had vanished, and whatever had sustained them there was no longer.

Not only is Lucien going to have access to the Pegasus but the fact that they come from the land where the Prison is on provides a connection to this area for Elucien. I could also see Elain being the person to discover what brought about the decline of the food they fed on (which I'm thinking is some sort of plant) as well as helping to regrow it.

“She’s here?” Helion practically shimmered with golden light.

I can't wait for Lucien to glow from happiness! ☀️

Helion had spoken to and briefly touched the hands of the two Autumn Court soldiers chained in that room, kept alive and fed by Rhys’s magic. Helion’s face had tensed when he’d touched their hands—and he’d then murmured that he’d seen enough. I can feel spells—like threads. Ones that can enchant feel like bindings around an individual. I sensed none of that.”

Lucien should have this same ability, to simply touch the hands of someone and feel a spell. It's a total headcannon at this point but I wonder if he'll sense some sort of spell or something on Elain the first time they touch hands (oooh, this brings to mind the Pride & Prejudice scene where he touches her hand while helping her into the carriage and is affected by it). SJM had pinned an image of sleeping beauty before and in ACOWAR, Feyre tells us the gates to Elain's mind are "sleeping buds". Imagine if Lucien senses something that's been holding Elain back from "waking" and revealing her full potential, something involving her need for light (aka Spring or Day).

Nesta faced Helion again, taking in that spiked golden crown and the draped white robe

Lucien wearing this outfit is all my current fantasies.

“Doesn’t it rake its cold claws down your senses?” Helion asked. Helion shuddered, and Nesta threw the cloth over the Mask. As if the cloth somehow blinded it to their presence. “Perhaps an ancestor of mine once used it, and the warning of its cost is imprinted upon my blood.” Helion shook out a breath. “All right, not-Lady Nesta. Allow me to show you some warding tricks even clever Rhysand doesn’t know.”

It's possible that both Lucien and Elain now have a connection to the Mask (her because she's Made and him because of his relation to Helion). I had another post talking about the possibility of Lucien coming up with some sort of scheme that might at first look like he's gone rogue only to show off some Rhysand level clever plot, I wonder if it could involve the Mask. Also, the excerpt provides us with the knowledge that Lucien could too have the ability to ward things.

“I would like to remove myself from the Mask’s odious presence, and perhaps enjoy your palace, Rhysand. It’s been a long while since I was in a place of such quiet. If you’ll allow it, I’ll stay here for an hour or two.” “Something bothering you at home?” Rhys inquired, falling into step beside the High Lord.

This is interesting because it's setting up a future book for some Day Court drama which is a court Lucien will soon be part of.

I had Helion show me how to apply a shield like the one I had around Feyre to the Prison itself.” “You guessed this would happen?”. “Feyre and I were concerned that Beron would try to free the inmates to use in a conflict—just as we used the Bone Carver in the war. Give me tonight, and I’ll get the shield untangled and open for you tomorrow.” “It takes that long to undo a shield?” “It’s a combination of magic and spell work, so yes.

I think there's a few ideas floating around about Elain and the Prison considering three sisters / three mountains. What I've come up with is the possibility of Koschei's soul being hidden there so this could tell us need to know information on Elucien gaining access into it.

“No, it’s a Symphonia, a rare device from Helion’s court. It can trap music within itself, and play it back for you. It was originally invented to help compose music, but it never caught on, for some reason.”

I'm not sure this really gives us much in terms of future plot but it tells us that Day Court has cool stuff 😂

Perhaps Amren was working on some way to undo the bargain—if anyone could think of a way, it would be her. Or Helion, he supposed.

To me, this could suggest one of a few things. Cassian mentions the following in regards to bargains:

And if the bargain was broken … the magic could exact terrible vengeance.

We know Briallyn had made a bargain with Koschei however she is no longer a threat but there has been concerns over Beron working with Koschei:

do not believe your High Lord would wish me to go to other territories and ask them to help with Briallyn and Koschei. To help them remember that all it might take to secure Briallyn’s alliance would be to hand over a certain Archeron sister. Don’t be stupid enough to believe my father hasn’t thought of that, too.”

“Then you would certainly have a war on your hands. My father would go straight to Briallyn—and Koschei, I suppose—and then go to the other discontent territories, and you would be wiped off the proverbial map. Perhaps literally, since the Night Court would be divvied up between the other territories if Rhysand and Feyre die without an heir.”

“So they are trying to find this Dread Trove in order to track down the Cauldron for Briallyn, and likely free Koschei in the process. And launch a war, with Beron as her ally, that would grant them whatever territories they wish. Or give some to Koschei, depending on what bargain he strikes with Briallyn—probably one to his advantage.”

So there could be a chance that Beron makes a bargain with Koschei, maybe even one involving delivering Elain to him (his "sons" mate") who has ties to the Night Court. Having her = leverage over the NC who is aware of where the Cauldron is and Lucien would try to find a way to undo that bargain.

It could also be something that involves the bargain Elain's father made:

He should have asked someone before coming here how much time remained before Vassa would be forced to return to the continent—to the sorcerer-lord at a remote lake who held her leash, and had allowed her to leave only temporarily, as part of a bargain Feyre’s father had struck.

I don't think Lucien can free Vassa from her actual curse because we're told it doesn't seem to be a spell but there's a chance he could extend the time of Vassa's temporary freedom by breaking the bargain Papa Archeron made.

“I told you: their castle is too heavily warded, and full of magical traps that would trip up even Helion. (👀 tell me this isn't hinting at Lucien ending up sneaking in to the Queens castle on the continent in an Elucien book?)

If SJM used Helion as a tool to deliver information to us about Lucien, it's a pretty clever way of doing so. Looking back over everything has made me even more excited for what we might see in his story!

#lucien vanserra supremacy #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #lucien spell cleaver #helion spell cleaver #helion acotar #elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #elain and lucien #pro elain archeron #acotar theory

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