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throneofsapphics · 30 days

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taking a vacation with feysand and/or nessian

poly!feysand x reader & poly!nessian x reader

summary: for poly!acotar week day 4, adventure

warnings: none, very brief suggestiveness

a/n: look ... I messed up the dates and it might be barely but I still made it. here's some drabbles/ headcannons!

poly!Nessian x Reader

Perhaps surprisingly, Cassian insisted on planning it all as well as keeping it a surprise. Normally, he’d give in to either of you with enough pestering, but this time he was an iron wall, not a single clue or hint given to either of you.

He pinched his thumb and forefinger together before drawing them across his lips, even miming tossing a key over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes, but a fond smile crept on to your lips. “What if I promise not to tell Nes?” He snorted, and you lifted and dropped your shoulders. It was worth a try - but they both knew you were terrible at keeping secrets from either of them. "It was worth a shot," you mumbled, redirecting your attention to the book on your lap. A shadow covered you, two fingers tilting your chin up. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, chapped lips lingering for a few seconds. "It'll be worth the wait," he reassured, confidence flowing through every word, not a hint of bullshit. Your eyes narrowed, but you gave a nod. Seemingly content, Cassian placed a too-brief kiss to your lips before making his way out of the room.

Nesta was a tad anxious over how his planning would turn out

“It’s not if it’ll be a disaster, it’s how much of a disaster.” “Have a little more faith in him,” you chastised, quickly looking away as she turned her glare on you. “We don’t get much … time free together,” Nesta sighed, and you carefully covered her hand with your own. “I want everything to go well.” “We’ll be together,” you insisted. “That’s good enough for me.” Her mouth curved at one corner, a grateful look shot your way, her hand turning up so your palms met, her fingers wrapping around yours and squeezing.

Cassian was impressed with himself, and firmly believed he had every right to be. He hoped both of you would as well. Mother above, he’d sworn an oath to Tarquin for this.

“The blindfold is a little extreme,” you grumbled, fidgeting with the cloth knot at the back of your head. Cassian gently swatted your hand down. “We’re almost there.” Nesta was quiet next to you, her hand steady in yours, but you could nearly taste the anxious energy rolling from her. You gave her what you hoped was a comforting squeeze. Salt, and sea, and sand hit you at once, along with a scent distinct to one place … The knot loosened at the back of your head and you tore the cloth off, rapidly taking in your surroundings. You weren’t in Adriata, but it was unmistakably the summer court. “Cassian,” you hissed, “you’re banned, for life.” “I promise we’re fine,” he grinned, and produced a paper from his pocket, holding it out to you with a flourish. Nesta peered over your shoulder as you carefully unraveled it. A letter - attesting Cassian and company were allowed to access this beach and a rental vacation home for the next seven days, signed by Tarquin himself.

poly!Feysand x Reader

Feyre and Rhys argued over where to take you - in their minds, of course. It seemed the only thing they could agree on was to keep it a surprise. You watched them, eyes glazed, but lips pursed - obviously in some kind of mental argument with each other. A crease formed between Feyre's brow, Rhys's lips pressing into a tight line. You didn't like that. Especially considering you were nearly certain it was related to you somehow, otherwise they would've spoken aloud. Clearing your throat, you tried your best to get their attention. Nothing. "Right, I'm heading out," you finally called. Still no response. The sting and small sense of hurt came naturally, and you let the door slam behind you a little louder than you usually would. Rhys's muffled voice came after the slam but you were already out the door. "I'll make it up to you later, darling," Rhys's voice slid into your mind, smooth and full of promise. "I'll look forward to it," you didn't know if it was possible for your voice to be breathy in your own head, but you certainly gave your best impression of it.

Feyre packed for you, of course.

You perched on the edge of the bed as Feyre started rummaging through the drawers. First, she picked up a sundress with thin straps and flowing fabric that would just brush the middle of your thighs - ideal for hot weather. Next came a thick woolen cloak. You tilted your head, catching her eye in the mirror. "How many places are we going?" "Oh," she carefully folded a long sleeved shirt, "just one." Your mouth parted, but she answered the next question for you. "We can't have you spoiling the surprise." A laugh bubbled from your chest. Their secrecy had only made you more determined in turn, and it turned into something of a game for you over the last week.

Rhys had scouted the location no less than six times in the week before, Feyre accompanying him for a few of the trips. He knew it was safe, but with you he had to be certain.

Your back pressed against his chest, his hand covering your eyes, you winnowed - holding your breath at the sensation that never quite felt comfortable. As soon as you hit solid ground, you attempted to peel his fingers away from your eyes, but his grip was firm. "Rhys," you hissed, and he laughed but released you. Jaw dropping, you spun in a circle. Feyre stood with her hands clasped in front of her, shifting back and forth. An island. "Where," you cleared your throat, "where are we?" "An island not far off the coast," Rhys wrapped an arm around your waist, slowly turning you. You felt Feyre smooth fingers grasp your other hand, thumb brushing over the back of your hand. Rhys was still speaking, you realized and focused back in. "You can see Velaris," his voice was laced with a touch of amusement that told you he was well aware your attention wandered. Sure enough, there was a cluster of lights, but appearing barely larger than your fingertip. Twisting your head over a shoulder, you spotted the ... cabin was an understatement. Mini-palace waiting for you. Shrugging away from Rhys's grip, switching to grasp his hand instead, you tugged them both forward, their laughter trailing behind you.

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readychilledwine · 2 months

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✨️Poly+Acotar Week Masterlist✨️

Details Coming Soon

Day 1: (4/7) Beginnings

The Story of Us

Nessian x Reader x Azriel

After Nyx is given a school assignment on family dynamics, The Inner Circle's quad is stuck trying to explain to Nyx why they all still live together.

(Fluff)

Day 2: (4/8) Comfort

Matching Wounds

Feysand x Lyria Vanserra x Azriel

The first High Lord's meeting after the war with Hybern brings some old memories up that Lyria and Rhys would have rather forgotten, leaving their mates to try to patch together wounds they can't see.

(Angstish)

Day 3: (4/9) Secrets

His, Yours, Mine

Poly!batboys x reader

Finding out you were pregnant should have been the best news. It's too bad you don't know which of your three mates is possibly the father, though.

(Slight hidden pregnancy trope. Angst to fluff)

Day 4: (4/10) Adventures

Home to Me

Elucien x Reader

After the death of Beron, Lucien is finally free to move to the Day Court, and he could not be more ecstatic to have you and Elain by his side

(Fluff)

Day 5: (4/11) Favorite Tropes

Mister Grumpy Pantseses

Grumpy!Azris x Sunshine!Reader

All you wanted was a day in the vegetable garden with your husbands. Your husbands just wanted to spend the day at each other's throats.

(Angst and fluff)

Day 6: (4/12) Celebration

Happy Birthday, High Lord

Tamcien x reader

You and Lucien pulled all the stops for Tamlin's birthday this year. Now you just have to hope your mate appreciates it.

(Fluff)

✨️ Day 7: (4/13) Free Day ✨️

Schedule Conflicts

Feysand x Lyria Vanserra x Azriel x Nessian

Azriel shouldn't plan dates when he's tired. Luckily, Lyria finds a solution that makes everyone happy. Game Night.

(Fluff)

The Ruining of Seraphina

Inner Circle x Seraphina Vanserra

Seraphina should have known better than to make a bet against her mate. Especially when losing that bet means being free use for the Inner Circle for a week.

(It's just filth. 🤷🏼‍♀️)

For the High Lady

Poly!batboys x reader - can be read with or without reading the Auralism post in Valentines Day Bingo

Rhysand's generosity knew no bounds, not even when it came to sharing his mate with his brothers.

(Smut)

#poly!acotar #polyacotar x reader #polybatboys x oc #poly!batboys #feysand x reader #nessian x reader #nessian x azriel x reader #azris x reader #ploy+acotarweek

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danikamariewrites · 1 month

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Poly ACOTAR Week Masterlist

Day 1: Together For The First Time

Feysand x Reader

With plans to announce your new mating bond at dinner Cassian being nosy may just ruin it.

Day 2: Watch Your Step

Feysand x Reader

Nyx is going through a phase where he doesn’t want to clean up his toys. Tripping on one at the top of the stairs and causing a nasty fall gives you a week of your mates worrying and doting on you.

Day 3: Nexus Being

Cazriel x Reader

You’ve kept your witchy ways a secret from your mates, and for good reason. What will they say when Rhys has asked you to you use your powers to help Prythian?

Day 4: Relax and Unwind

Nessian x Reader

You and your mates are off on your first vacation together to the Summer Court. Thanks to Tarquin’s generosity Cassian’s ban has finally been lifted. Anxiety takes over your good time because you are so focused on everyone else your mates step in and calm you down.

Day 5: Just This Once…Right?

Rhyssian x Reader

On your trip to the Day Court Helion puts you, Rhys and Cassian in the guest wing. There’s only one bedroom that he swears has two beds. Liar. One bed leads to feelings being confessed and some other things.

Day 6: The Happiest Day

Bat Boys x Reader

It’s your birthday and you hate your birthday. The boys are hell bent on making your 400th your best birthday yet and nothing is stopping them.

Day 7: Ours to Keep

Neris x Reader

This one is a secret besties. Plot revealed day of :)

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #poly+acotarweek2024

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kale-theteaqueen · 7 months

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A03 Masterlist

A list of all my worked completed and ongoing in the ACOTAR-verse!

Nessian

Post-ACOMAF:

Will You Let Me Hold You? -- Submission for day 4 of Nesta Appreciation Week 2024, a 5+1 of times Cassian shows Nesta physical touch, and one time she reciprocates. Nessian. One shot, completed.

Post-ACOWAR:

Lady Death and Her Kingdom -- Nessian in which Nesta sees the dead, multichapter fic, ongoing

And Now She Becomes Death -- Nessian, in which Hybern revenge kidnaps Nesta for beheading the king, multichapter fic, ongoing.

Post-ACOFAS

To Pay a Debt --Nessian, in which Nesta leaves Velaris after seeing that she hasn't been included in Feyre's paintings, but her mother has, multichapter fic, ongoing (also includes gwynriel, nezriel brotp, Archeron sisters, Valkyries)

The Whole Truth -- Nessian, in which Elain reveals that their father sold Nesta multiple times when they lived in the cabin, multichapter fic, ongoing (also includes nezriel brotp, rhysta brotp, and focus on the Archeron sisters)

Post-ACOSF/ACOSF-Fix It

Burning From the Inside Out -- Nessian, in which it is revealed that Nesta has chronic pain/illness, multichapter fic, completed, (also includes gwynriel, Valkyries, Archeron Sisters)

The Hike, Alternatively -- Nessian, alternative take on the hike, in which Nesta attempts suicide, multichapter fic, completed (also includes nezriel brotp, nesszriel brot3)

Of Death and Resurrection, Nessian/Rhysta Brotp, in which Nesta sacrifices her life to save Feyre, but can't be fully killed due to her power, thus requiring Rhys to go into her mind to save her, multichapter fic, completed (Also includes gwynriel, feysand, Valkyries, nezriel brotp)

Of Open Wounds and Retribution, Nessian, set in the ODaR-verse in which Nesta meets Tomas Mandray at a peace summit between humans and fae, and the family discovers what he did to her, two shot, completed (bonus chapter in progress) (includes feyre/nesta relationship, Rhysta brotp, feysand, nezriel brotp)

The Consequences of Normality, Nessian, in which Nesta tries to conform to IC expectations post-ACOSF, and Cassian realizes that he prioritizes them over her, three shot, completed (bonus POVs in progress) (also includes Valkyries, Nezriel brotp)

Like Fire, She Raged -- Nessian (ish), In which Emerie calls out the IC for their treatment of Nesta/treatment of Illyrian females, two-shot, completed (also includes Valkyries)

Three Little Words -- Nessian, in which Nesta asks Cassian if he loves her, because he didn't say it during ACOSF, one shot, completed. (also includes bat boys, Valkyries)

Modern AUs

The Humble Art of Gift Giving -- Gift for ACOTAR Secret Santa, in which Nesta takes gift giving very, very seriously, and Cassian loves her all the more for it. One shot, completed.

Nesta-Centric

Moments in the Evolution of Nesta Archeron -- Submission for day 2 of Nesta Appreciation Week 2024, consisting of snippets in Nesta's life from childhood to post canon. Spoilers for HOFAS, includes nessian at the end. One shot, completed.

A Practice in Self Care -- Submission for day 3 of Nesta Appreciation Week 2024, in which Nesta is learning self care. Post- ACOSF. Nessian. One shot, completed.

Wolf Mentality, to a Fault -- Submission for Day 5 of Nesta Appreciation Week 2024, 3+1 of times Nesta self sacrifices to protect her family, and one time they return the favor. Post-ACOSF, mild HOFAS spoilers. Nessian. One shot, completed.

A Quiet Kind of Birthday Girl -- Submission for Day 6 of Nesta Appreciation Week 2024, in which Nesta kept her birthday a secret and once her family found out, received a big birthday bash. However, in the quiet moments afterwards, she struggles to feel she deserved it. Post-ACOSF. Nessian. One shot, completed.

Gwynriel

Of Shadows and Light, Gwynriel, a sequel to Of Death and Resurrection that follows the development of Azriel and Gwyn's relationsip, multichapter fic, completed (includes nessian, mor/emerie, feysand, Archeron sisters, Valkyries, nezriel brotp, rhysta brotp, bat boys)

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar series #a court of silver flames #acosf #nesta archeron #nessian #nesta x cassian #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel #masterlist #fic masterlist #archive of our own

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moodymelanist · 3 months

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you look so pretty (and i love this view)

happy @sjmromanceweek everyone! I'm so excited to be doing this event for the third year running and I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with this week 🤍🤍🤍

I’m planning to post at least 3 or 4 fics this week, starting off with some good old fashioned Nemerie. Stay tuned for some Elucien, Nezriel, Nessian, and perhaps even some Azris this week if I can get to them 👀👀

Summary: Nesta's Hinge date doesn't show, so Emerie steps in.

Word Count: 1.7k

Read on AO3 here!

♡♡♡♡♡ Emerie

After a long day at work, Emerie was more than happy to stop at one of the bars on her way home for a much-needed drink. She’d had to stay much later at the office than usual because of someone else’s fuck up, and although she was more than ready to fall into bed, she’d much rather do it with some alcohol and a warm dinner in her stomach.

Emerie signaled the bartender and ordered her usual drink, taking slow sips as she looked around the place. For a Thursday night things weren’t as busy as she’d expected, but she supposed the happy hour crew had came and left while she was still mentally cursing out her coworkers. There were more than a few empty seats at the bar, but there was a decent crowd spread out amongst the booths and tables ready to have dinner.

Nobody really caught her eye until she noticed a gorgeous woman sitting at one of the booths near the door, and Emerie watched as she periodically kept checking her phone and looking over her shoulder every time someone came in. If Emerie had to guess, it looked like she was waiting for a date to show up, and Emerie hoped whoever it was didn’t keep the woman waiting much longer.

You didn’t keep someone who looked like that waiting. With her golden brown hair, pretty eyes, and the way her dark dress was clinging to her, Emerie would kill for an excuse to get to know her. Dating had been pretty… uneventful for her after her last relationship had imploded, so maybe it was just wishful thinking that maybe this woman would look back, but that wouldn’t stop Emerie from wishing.

Emerie kept her eye on the woman over the next fifteen minutes, watching as her expression grew more and more pinched. Her server came by to check on her several times, and each time the woman declined to order anything while she waited for her so-called date to show up. Emerie half hoped whoever the woman was waiting on would show up just to keep that expression off her pretty face, but the much larger part of Emerie was hoping that the date never showed so she could swoop in.

Swoop in to do what exactly, Emerie wasn’t quite sure; clearly, her wishful thinking mentality was still in effect.

The next time the woman’s server came by, the woman heaved a heavy sigh before she started talking. She seemed more… defeated, this time, and Emerie hated to see it.

I guess they’re not coming, Emerie saw the woman say to her server. Emerie had a flash of panic — what if the woman left before she could say anything to her, or even get her name?

Looking back on this moment later, Emerie wouldn’t be able to put her finger on what made her do it, but something made her get out of her stool. Before she could second-guess herself too strongly, she tossed back the rest of her drink, walked around the bar, and sat herself down right at the woman’s table.

“Hi,” Emerie said, her heart pounding in her chest at all the different ways this could go wrong. The woman’s eyes were piercing this close up, and Emerie thanked her lucky stars she’d decided to take a little extra time getting ready this morning for work. “I’m really sorry I’m late. I’m Emerie.”

The woman blinked at her for several long moments before reaching out and offering her hand. “Nesta.”

Their server — a pretty, brown-skinned woman named Clare — gave Emerie some serious side eye before flipping her notepad back open and clicking her pen. “Glad you could make it. Would you like any appetizers?”

Nesta ordered some calamari for the table and waited a few seconds for Clare to be out of earshot before looking back at Emerie. “You’re not my date.”

“You can tell me to leave if you want,” Emerie said, already mentally preparing herself to get right back up again, “but I think you’re gorgeous, and gorgeous women should never be kept waiting.”

“Oh,” Nesta said back, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. Emerie half wondered how far that blush could go, given the chance, but she forced herself to stay focused on the task at hand. “Well. I suppose you’re right.”

“You suppose?” Emerie replied with a hopeful little smile.

“Yes,” Nesta answered, raising one of her eyebrows. “But don’t get used to it. I’m the one who’s always right.”

Emerie laughed. “Maybe that’s because you haven’t met your match yet.”

“Are you saying that’s you?” Nesta fired back without missing a beat.

“Only one way to find out, right?” Emerie replied. She couldn’t believe her luck — here she was, sitting across from a beautiful woman, and the two of them were already going back and forth effortlessly.

“Yeah,” Nesta agreed slowly, her eyes taking their time trailing over Emerie’s top half. “I guess there is.”

As they talked over their appetizers and eventually their meals, Emerie fell a little more head over heels with every detail she learned about Nesta. She was an attorney working in intellectual property, she had a cat, and most importantly, she had indeed been stood up on a date.

“I mean, it’s not that hard to send a text if you changed your mind,” Nesta grumbled over her eggplant Parmesan. “It only takes a couple of seconds.”

“She sounds like she sucks,” Emerie replied, pulling a huff of a laugh out of Nesta.

“Yeah,” Nesta agreed. “I never got to meet up with her, but this is a much better date than whatever excuse she would’ve pulled out of her ass if she ever showed up.”

“It definitely wouldn’t have been good enough for you,” Emerie told her, picking up a few pieces of her penne alle vodka with her fork.

“After almost twenty minutes? Definitely not.” Nesta took a sip of her soda before fixing Emerie with a considering stare. “But that’s enough about me. Tell me about you.”

Emerie was more than happy to share details about herself, and found herself preening a little bit that Nesta seemed to like what she was hearing. Emerie was more than happy to talk about her marketing job, but the real fun started when they realized they had similar tastes in books. They easily killed another twenty minutes just talking about the newest Sellyn Drake release, and Emerie couldn’t remember the last time she’d smiled and laughed so much talking to a stranger.

As much fun as they were having, though, the night eventually had to come to a close. Clare came by to drop off the check and Emerie had to hold in a sigh as she realized she and Nesta would probably be parting ways in the next ten to fifteen minutes.

“Please, it’s the least I can do,” Nesta said, grabbing the check before Emerie could even take a look at what they owed. Emerie opened her mouth to argue, but Nesta fixed her with a look that made her close her mouth almost immediately. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Fine,” Emerie said back. “But next time’s on me.”

“Mhmm,” Nesta replied, though the playful look in her eyes told a different story. Emerie couldn’t wait to tell Gwyn about all this.

Once they settled their tab, they ended up outside and walking down the street. Nesta had driven to the bar after work, but Emerie had taken the train, so she offered to walk Nesta to her car. It was the opposite direction from the closest station, but she didn’t mind a few extra minutes if it meant she could spend them with Nesta.

“Thanks for saving me, Emerie,” Nesta said once they got to her car. Her hand had brushed Emerie’s a few times during the walk and Emerie swore her skin was tingling a little bit. “I had a really good time tonight.”

“You’re very welcome,” Emerie said back, seriously distracted by the way her name sounded coming out of Nesta’s mouth. “I’m happy to rescue you anytime you want, Nesta.”

“Is that what you did?” Nesta teased. She cocked her head ever so slightly and Emerie fell a little in love with the way her hair looked brushing across her shoulders when she did. “Those are some strong words.”

“I feel strongly about it,” Emerie replied, stepping just a little closer into Nesta’s personal space. Nesta was just an inch or two shorter than Emerie, and as a woman on the taller side, it was nice to not have to look too far down when they were speaking.

Nesta’s eyes darted quickly to Emerie’s lips and back up. “Is that the only thing you feel strongly about?”

“No,” Emerie whispered, and then she was leaning down while Nesta was leaning slightly up. Nesta’s lips were soft against Emerie’s, her kiss slow and sweet and absolutely perfect. Emerie brought her hand up to gently cup the side of Nesta’s face and was immediately rewarded with one of Nesta’s hands plunging into her hair.

“Okay, okay,” Nesta said after a few minutes, smiling as she pulled back from Emerie. Her lips were a little pink from where they’d been kissing, and Emerie knew she’d never get that image out of her mind. “It’s tempting, but we can’t be out here all night.”

“Whatever you say, counselor,” Emerie teased, even though they both knew Nesta wasn’t that kind of lawyer. “Can I at least have your phone number so we can see each other again?”

“I was starting to think you’d never ask,” Nesta responded. She pulled out her phone and offered it to Emerie, waiting patiently while Emerie typed in her number. Emerie triple-checked to make sure it was right – no way was she letting Nesta get away from her over something as simple as a mixed-up phone number – before handing it back over.

“I’ll text you,” Nesta promised, leaning in for one last kiss before starting to walk toward the driver’s side of her car. “Have a good night, Emerie.”

“You too,” Emerie replied, taking a few steps back from the edge of the sidewalk.

As Emerie started to head toward the train, she couldn’t help but touch her fingers to her still-warm lips. Whatever she’d done to get so lucky to suddenly be living out a romance novel, she certainly wasn’t complaining.

#sjmromanceweek2024 #acotar #acosf #nemerie #nesta archeron #emerie of illyria #nesta x emerie #emerie x nesta #moodymelanistwrites

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ofduskanddreams · 9 months

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All That Matters

For @c-e-d-dreamer and @cassianappreciationweek day 4. The request: Nessian. Any setting of your choosing, but how about something soft and sweet?

Nessian ✦ Rated M ✦ 867 words ✦ on AO3

CW: CANON-TYPICAL DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE

They sat on the river bank until the sun was fat and low in the sky, its orange fingers slinking through the willow boughs.

There was only the steady rise and fall of Cassian’s chest at her back, the warmth of him bleeding into her veins, and the I-love-you-s murmured back and forth at the same volume as the Sidra’s soft rush.

“Are you awake?” he whispered against her temple after a longer stretch of silence.

“For now,” Nesta replied, shifting to look at him. “But I’m not sure for how much longer.”

The reality of the last two days was finally settling into her bones now that the adrenaline had evaporated. The Rite, Briallyn, Nyx’s birth… exhaustion was lead seeping into her limbs and weighing them down, trying to draw her wholly into its grasp.

“Let’s go home then.” Cassian stood, then scooped her off the grass and into his arms. He launched them skyward and Nesta closed her eyes.

The next thing she knew, the world had stilled again and Cassian was saying something. “... know you’re tired, but I need you to try to eat something first.”

He sounded so gentle, so worried about her, and Nesta smiled as she opened her eyes. This male—capable of a ferocity to rival the gods, yet wearing his heart for all to see… “I love you,” Nesta told him again, just because she could and it was decadent.

The house delivered them enough food for a small army, and Nesta managed to put away a plate and a half before her yawns began arriving at a frequency that made eating inconvenient.

Cassian noticed, of course he did. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can sleep.”

Nesta considered protesting, a testament to the extent of her exhaustion considering that she hadn’t bathed in over a week, but knew she would regret going to bed layered in the residue of the Rite.

Cassian ran the bath as she sat on the edge of the counter and watched him move about the room. He helped her out of her clothes, his touch mindful of the bruises still littering her skin. He joined her in the bath, carefully maneuvering her tired limbs until she was leaning back against him again.

With a soft cloth, he worked honey-scented soap into a lather and began to clean away the grime. It was all Nesta could do to keep from dozing off.

But her closing eyelids snapped open when her mate took a shuddering breath that turned into a bitten off sob. Nesta turned around so quickly that she sent water careering over the sides.

“I could have killed you,” Cassian whispered in horror, looking down at his hands—they were trembling.

She took his shaking fingers in her own and squeezed. “You didn’t. You fought her.” Nesta shuddered as she remembered the sight of Cassian plunging that knife into his own chest rather than hers.

He shook his head, “I wanted to hurt you, Nes. It was…” he trailed off, looking to the side and squeezing his eyes shut.

A crystalline droplet streaked down his stubbled cheek and Nesta caught it with her thumb, coaxing him to face her.

“You weren’t yourself. That feeling wasn’t you—it was Briallyn and the Crown.”

The pain in his hazel eyes echoed through her and she drew him into her arms, holding him as tightly as she could.

“I thought…” Cassian drew a deep breath and held it, blowing it out slowly. “I thought I might never see you again. When I arrived at Emerie’s and you were missing, the smell of those males, of the drugs…” he shivered, putting his nose to her neck and taking another controlled breath.

“I thought I might have lost you and then to see you on that mountain, to be a puppet, forced to watch myself try to harm you without knowing if I could resist it… gods, Nesta, I was so scared.”

He lost his grip on the rhythm of his lungs, breaths turning shallow again.

“You did resist her, Cassian. That’s the only thing that matters.” Nesta traced patterns on his back and around the base of his wings as she held him.

The house kept the water at a steady temperature even as their fingers wrinkled. Eventually, the tide of emotion Cassian had clearly been holding back receded. They took turns helping each other wash.

A tired yet comfortable silence settled between them as they climbed out of the bath, hastily dried off, and then collapsed into her bed.

In the darkness, her mouth found Cassian’s, and she kissed him, pouring everything she felt into the touch: relief, gratitude, and more love than Nesta had ever imagined herself to be capable of.

Her friends and family were safe and healthy. She had her mate, and her home. There were many unresolved problems, sure, but they would still be there in the morning.

All Nesta cared about now was the steady beat of Cassian’s heart beneath her ear. His even breaths filled the quiet, starlit room and Nesta’s lungs slowed their pace to match as she finally allowed reality to drift as dreamless sleep embraced her.

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#cassianappreciationweek2023 #nessian #nessian fanfiction #nessian fic #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #cassian #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #nesta archeron #nesta acosf #pro nesta #acosf #acosf fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar drabble #kate's celebratory drabbles series

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nessianweek · 8 months

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Nessian Week 2023 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who participated in Nessian Week 2023! You can revisit all your favorite creations below, organized into smaller round-up posts for each day. Don’t forget to check out our Instagram and our AO3 collection too!

We can’t wait to see you again next year for Nessian Week 2024 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Day 1 Round-Up

Day 2 ✷ Rivalry

Day 2 Round-Up

Day 3 ✷ Song Association

Day 3 Round-Up

Day 4 ✷ Alternate Universe

Day 4 Round-Up

Day 5 ✷ Home

Day 5 Round-Up

Day 6 ✷ Warriors

Day 6 Round-Up

Day 7 ✷ Free Day

Day 7 Round-Up

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WIP Wednesday

Let’s talk @polyacotarweek shall we? Who else is as excited as I am for this event?

I’ve got content for 6/7 days so this week I’ve got editing up to my eyeballs to do.

I think a little snippet of each is in order today…. Yeah?

Under the cut check out what’s coming next week!

Days 1-4: Title TBD - Nesta X Cassian X Eris (4 parts)

Day 1: Beginnings - Nerissian Part 1

“The flight over Velarias at sunset was Cassian’s favorite. The way the gold, pink and purples of the last rays of sunshine washed over the mountains made him feel like he was getting to witness something only reserved for the gods.

Smiling, he looked down at Nesta in his arms as she yawned lightly into the back of her hand.

“Are you getting tired?” He asked her, kissing the side of Nesta’s temple.

“A little. But …” She tightened her grip around his neck and looked out at the sun setting before them. “I’m not quite ready to get to the party. If it’s ok with you, can we stay up here a little longer?”

Cassian’s smile widened and he kissed her temple. “Of course.” He whispered in her hair, kissing the top of her head. The movement lost them a few feet of height in the air but Nesta didn’t bat an eye. Instead, Nesta dropped her head onto his shoulder and sighed contentedly. “

Day 2: Comfort - Nerissian Part 2

The sound of the sea crashing against the cliffside was the only thing keeping Cassian from slowly going insane. No one in the room was speaking, they were just sitting there across from one another, staring. It had been this way for an hour since they had shown up in the little seaside cottage just over the Day Court border from the Night Court.

Ironically it was progress. For the first half an hour Eris kept trying to bolt past the wards so he could winnow away. Every move he made caused an animal instinct to rise up inside of Cassian resulting in a comical amount of growls. It was giving him a headache.

Day 3: secrets -Nerissian Part 3

“You said it yourself. That he might not be so bad after all.” She teased, squeezing his fingers a little harder before letting go.

When he didn’t respond to her teasing, Nesta closed her mouth and waited. If she pushed him, Cassian would get flustered and end up saying things he didn’t mean. She wanted this to be productive. The tightening bond in her chest needed it to be productive.

Unable to look at her, Cassian focused on his breathing. He was a few minutes into slow, even breaths before he spoke.

“I do feel shame about everyone else finding out.”

Day 4: Adventure - Nerissian Part 4

Now less of a burden than before, Nesta had found herself relying on the strength she found in their growing bond. She still sent pieces of her day to both males and had to hold back her giddiness when one or both of them deigned to send something back. She was making progress and so proud of herself.

Keep holding out your hand.

It was the thought that carried her from day to day. Even if she was too embarrassed to say it out loud, somehow, she could tell Cassian knew.

Though the growth of the bonds were ultimately a good thing, they chafed terribly at the worst times causing their family to continue to cast them suspicious glares at dinner or other outings. Even though Cassian seemed to have gotten ahold of himself and kept their secret locked up tight, he was still going to be the first to crack if his brothers, or cauldron forbid, Feyre, got him one on one with the intent to interrogate him.

Day 5: favorite tropes - Azris Nessian X Neris Polycule

- Wedding date + a little bit of Jealousy

“What do you want?” Nesta demanded, sneering instead. “My date is waiting on me.”

Cassian scoffed, looking back out towards the party. “Your date. Why did you come with him Nes?”

Inspecting her fingernail, Nesta replied casually. “Why not?”

“Was it just to ppiss me off?” He nearly growled, clearly trying to keep his temper even.

“Not everything I do is with you in mind, prick. In fact, very little of my day to day revolves around you at all.” Her nose went up in the air and she too, looked back out at the party, waiting to see how her blow landed.

“So some of your day still does?” He asked quietly, taking a step closer and brushing his fingers through the tiny hairs at her nape. Nesta shivered at the unexpected touch. The vulnerability in his voice was nearly too much for her.

Day 7: Free Day - Azris + Eris x OC

Eris sighed. - “It’s obvious that in your heart, you want change to take place and you want to be a part of that change. How can you do so when each visit leaves you in shambles? It took you hours to calm down this time. You didn’t even know where you were for most of it.” With seemingly great effort, Eris peeled his eyes away fro mthe window to look at Azriel directly.

“I know.” Azriel admitted quietly. “But…” He couldn’t finish, his thoughts were so jumbled.

“Let the General and his mate handle Illyria. They are doing enough good there from what I hear that you can put your talents to use elsewhere. You can still do good in the world, in a way that you choose. In a way that won’t damage you to the point of no return. What good is a free Illyria if it kills you in the process?”

“It’s not about me.”

“Maybe it should be.”

Azriel’s head shot up, his brows bunched in confusion as he looked at Eris who was back to looking out the window.

“What are you talking about?”

“Might I make a proposal?” Eris asked, more timid than Azriel had ever heard him. It made his heart stop briefly before it picked back up in high gear. “Come work for me for a while longer. Your methods were effective and you seemed to find the work fulfilling. But if you don’t want-”

“Yes.” Azriel cut him off, answering without thinking. “I’ll do it.” His breath was hot in his lungs as he accepted Eris’ offer. The smile on the other males face felt a bit like coming home.

And some shit line art I’m doing in between to procrastinate editing lol

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All's Fair in Love and Politics (a modern Nessian AU - where Rhys is running for president)

Summary: In the ruthless arena of politics, victory demands risking everything, even one's own heart. Rhysand has his eyes on the presidency. Feyre convinces her estranged sister, Nesta, to join the political campaign. Nesta and Cassian find themselves forging an unexpected bond as the campaign intensifies. But can their budding romance survive the treacherous waters of modern political warfare?

Read on AO3 / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Nesta and Cassian's Iowa trip was cut short. The two of them were having a working dinner at a bustling local pub in Cedar Rapids when Amren's call came. Cassian put down his fork and held out his phone between them, putting her on speaker.

"Change of plans. We are moving up the campaign announcement," Amren explained, her voice sounding distant and foreign against the warm chatter around them. "I need you both in Velaris by tomorrow afternoon."

Velaris was the city at the heart of Rhys's congressional district. The city held a profound personal connection for Rhys, having been his home since birth. They had long planned that Rhys would declare his intent to seek his party's nomination for president from the one place that had always meant the most to him.

Cassian's expression hardened. "What happened?" he asked, the background noise suddenly fading into a dull hum. The Velaris office had been working with a longer timeline for the announcement. It wouldn't be easy to move things up.

"Thesan fucking Morgenstern is announcing his candidacy next week," Amren hissed over the speakers. "We can't afford to lose the news cycle."

Cassian and Nesta exchanged a worried look, their food forgotten. Thesan Morgenstern was the beloved three-term Governor of Pennsylvania. There had been intense speculation that he wasn't going to run this cycle. But if Morgenstern threw his hat in, he would most certainly become the presumptive front-runner for the nomination.

"Rhys and Feyre, are they already in Velaris?" Nesta asked.

"They're en route with Nyx. I'm leaving tonight," Amren responded sharply. "Your rooms are already booked at the House of the Wind. We announce in two days." With that, Amren promptly ended the call.

"Shit," Cassian exhaled, dropping his phone on the table. "Thesan Morgenstern changes everything." He pushed both his hands through his hair, the hem of his top -- an olive-colored henley that distractingly brought out the greens in his eyes -- lifting to reveal a flash of hard muscles.

Nesta swallowed involuntarily. She picked up the files between them. They had been going over resumes over dinner -- hiring new staffers was going to have to wait. "We'll need to reevaluate our entire campaign strategy," she said, concentrating on organizing the papers away. "Thesan is extremely well-connected with the party establishment. The DNC will want to back him."

"I should talk to Mor." Cassian picked up his phone again. His fingers swiftly tapped out a message. "Thesan will dominate fundraising."

"Not only fundraising," she added. "Thesan has always been a media darling. He'll also dominate news coverage. We'll be fighting on multiple fronts."

Cassian looked up from his phone. His eyes were bright and determined as he locked gazes with her. The dim, flickering lights of the pub cast deep shadows across his face, accentuating the strong contours of his jaw. "Looks like the game is about to get a lot more interesting," he gave her a roguish grin.

Nesta couldn't help but smile back, feeling a rush of adrenaline. A part of her relished in the thrill of a high-stakes political battle. Yet, there was something else too, a flicker of something deeper, stirring in the recesses of her heart -- something she hadn't felt in a long while.

"Interesting?" she retorted, her smile blossoming. "We're about to turn this into a real show."

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The House of the Wind, standing majestically in the mountains west of Velaris, was even more beautiful than what Nesta remembered. It was the Starborns' preferred hotel, with its opulent lobby adorned with intricate frescoes and crystal chandeliers, and rooms offering unparalleled views of the city. Nesta had only been to Velaris once before, for Feyre and Rhysand's wedding many years ago. It had been a tasteful ceremony -- an elegant event she knew Feyre deserved. But the wedding had also laid bare the Starborns' vast fortune and social capital. A far cry from the Archerons, who had lost everything in the financial crisis.

Rhys's money and connections had always made Nesta uneasy. Not to mention, Feyre and Rhys decided to forego a prenuptial agreement altogether. It had caused a scandal, Nesta recalled, with the Archeron sisters cast as vulgar gold diggers and social climbers. The Hewns, who were cousins of the Starborns and staunch upholders of tradition, had boycotted the wedding, appalled by what they considered a breach of propriety.

Feyre and Rhys had a whirlwind romance. They met and wed within six months -- unheard of among the blue blood. Since Rhys's parents had both passed when Rhys was young, the Hewns thought of themselves as caretakers of the family legacy. They had disapproved of Feyre -- scorned her lack of elite schooling and prospects, and generally considered the Archerons to be not well-bred enough. Rhys, as far as Nesta could tell, never cared one bit about what anyone thought or said about Feyre and was perfectly willing to become estranged from the Hewns.

Nesta only learned later that it was Mor who had played diplomat to prevent a complete rift in the extended families. She had spent years persuading Kier Hewn to finally accept Feyre, thereby averting further scandal. Not to mention, being on good terms with the Hewns was invaluable to Rhys's political career. Yet, the whole protracted affair had left a lingering bitterness in Nesta, a reminder of how much she would never truly be accepted into their world. She was unable to understand how Feyre could go to the Hewn Mansion and not want to set the whole place on fire.

"Over here!" Azriel's voice brought Nesta back from her thoughts. She spotted him and Amren seated together at the polished walnut bar at the far end of the lobby. "Did you just get in?" he inquired.

Nodding, Nesta approached them. "How goes the preparations?"

"We finally got permission to use the steps in front of City Hall for the kickoff rally," Amren replied. "And the press?"

Nesta settled into a seat beside Azriel. "Every major media outlet is sending someone," Nesta reported. "I have Rhys scheduled for over a dozen interviews after the announcement."

Amren stood up, her sleek bob swishing. "Good. The campaign announcement is the only time we have complete control over the media narrative," she remarked. "Make sure the press stays on message. I don't want anyone comparing us to Thesan's campaign."

Nesta motioned the bartender to bring her a pour of the same whisky Azriel was drinking. "Are we losing support to Thesan?" she asked.

Azriel's expression was somber. "I'm afraid so," he replied. "The donor class is practically falling over itself. He already out-fundraised us."

"We won't be able to outspend him," Amren said grimly, downing her drink. "We will need to outmaneuver him."

The bartender placed a whisky in front of Nesta. She picked up her glass and let the spicy, woody scent warm her. "And the political strategists?"

"Thesan will have no trouble recruiting from the top Democratic talents," Azriel responded. "All the key operatives in the game are vying for a position on the Morgenstern campaign. Beron is already lobbying for him, saying that the party needs to rally around the strongest candidate."

"Fuck Beron," Amren muttered, turning on her heels and heading for the grand staircase. "Don't stay up too late. I need you two sharp for tomorrow."

Nesta watched Amren disappear around a corner. "At least we have been organizing on the ground longer than Thesan has," she said.

"Cass told me that we are picking up steam in Iowa," Azriel cocked his head to one side. "How did the field office visits go?"

"Surprisingly well," Nesta replied. "The volunteers are energized, and we're seeing a surge in support from young and first-time voters."

"That's one thing in our favor." Azriel smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Who else is running in the primary?"

"Kallias Makris," Azriel revealed. "But he's the least of our concerns."

"The senator from Alaska?"

Azriel nodded. "Kallias is most likely testing the water for a cabinet appointment," he said. "With Thesan running, no one else is likely to enter the race. Tarquin had decided not to mount a challenge from the left."

Nesta considered the news. The Democratic nomination was shaping up to be a David and Goliath match-up between Thesan and Rhysand. "And the other party?" she asked. "Who's running in the Republican primary?"

Azriel leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Sean Hybern is expected to announce his candidacy any day now."

"Vice President Hybern," she repeated, her voice laced with disdain.

"Yes," Azriel confirmed, swirling his drink. "He's charismatic and has a loyal following. Given that the current President is historically weak, Hybern is the most prominent figure in the Replubican party."

Nesta eyes narrowed, understanding the implications. "Hybern will most likely clinch the Republican nomination by Super Tuesday."

Azriel drummed his fingers on the bar. "Thesan has a decent shot at knocking us out by Super Tuesday too," he continued. "But if we can hang on and build some momentum in the early-voting states, we might survive long enough to make it to the Convention."

"Either way, Hybern will be a formidable opponent to run against in the general election," Nesta added, feeling apprehensive. The race was heating up -- it would be a long, hard-fought battle for the presidency.

Nesta's gaze inadvertently settled on the bartop, drawn to the elegant movement of Azriel's fingers. His hands were beautiful, even with the gashing scars that stood out against the soft candlelights of the bar. Noting Nesta's attention, Azriel quickly withdrew his hands, tucking them out of sight under the counter as if self-conscious.

Nesta wondered if any questions about the origin of those scars would be unwelcome. Azriel's expression shifted, his mouth turning downwards slightly. "Nesta," he began, breaking the silence, his voice gentle. "You should know that Elain is in Velaris. She's going to be at the kickoff rally with Nyx."

Nesta felt her blood boil at what she suspected must have occurred, that Feyre had asked Azriel to play peacekeeper between the sisters. She looked to the crowds in the lobby, avoiding Azriel's eyes, her thoughts churning. Elain was probably staying at the Starborn compound by the Sidra River and not at the House of the Wind. That fact both pained her and brought her relief that there was no chance of them running into each other here.

Nesta emptied her glass, feeling the sharp trail of the whisky as it warmed her throat. "Why aren't you all staying with Rhys at the River House?" she asked sharply.

Azriel grimaced. "Cass and I have business in the city that is better conducted from here," he replied neutrally.

Nesta stood up to leave, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. "I still have work to do," she announced. "Good night, Az."

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Standing at the podium, Rhysand gazed out over the sea of eager faces before him. "I wanted to start this journey in the place where it all started for me," he declared, his voice resounding through the hushed crowd. The atmosphere at City Hall was electric. The audience seemed to hang on to his every word, their enthusiasm palpable in the air.

Rhysand cut an impressive figure on stage, the epitome of a seasoned politician. Everything from his exquisite blue suit to his slicked-back hair exuded an elegance that echoed the classic looks of bygone statesmen. Even from a distance, anyone could sense the quiet confidence in the way he carried himself.

"Soon, we will be inundated by the polls and the punditry and the prognostications -- all the nonsense that goes with our national political campaigns. Well, none of that matters. This is the place that matters."

Rhys gestured behind him to the majestic marble columns that lined the entrance of Velaris City Hall, his voice booming and steady. The afternoon sun was gentle and warm on his face.

"Because every day, hard-working people walk through these doors to glimpse their futures, to seek help from their government, to ask for hope. They may not know they need it yet, but they do. And I'm here to tell you that hope is real."

Nesta, positioned just below and to the right of the stage alongside Cassian, felt a chill run down her spine. She always knew that Rhys was a good politician. She glanced at Cassian -- back in a stuffy suit with his hair tied back neatly -- noting something like awe and pride on his face.

"In a life of trials, in a world of challenges -- hope is real. In a country where families go without health care, where some go without food, some don't even have a home to speak of -- hope is real."

His tone rose and fell with practiced ease, finding the perfect rhythm, as he continued, "In a time of global chaos and instability, where our faiths collide as often as our weapons -- hope is real."

Rhys paused as the crowd clapped and called out in agreement. "Hope is what gives us the courage to take on our greatest challenges, to move forward together." He looked around him, into the sea of faces, stopping for dramatic effect. "We live in cynical times, I know that. But hope is not up for debate."

Nesta felt goosebumps as the speech reached its crescendo.

"There is such a thing as false science, there's such a thing as false promises. I am sure that I'll have my share of false starts in this campaign. But there is no such thing as false hope. There is only hope."

Rhys looked up as if knowing instinctively that the cameras were zooming in on his face.

"And with your help and your hard work and the hopes of good people all across this land, I hereby announce my candidacy for President of these United States."

The applause that followed was deafening.

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Later, Feyre and Nyx joined Rhysand on stage, climbing up from the left side. Rhys stood tall, his native son's charisma shining through. He took Nyx into his arms and dropped a kiss on Feyre's cheek. She was resplendent in a deep blue dress that coordinated with Rhys's suit. The three of them then turned to face the adoring crowd, a portrait of unity and strength.

Over the scaffolding, Nesta spots Elain on the other side of the stage, standing next to Azriel. Elain had always been the most ethereal of the three sisters. She almost looked out of place in the middle of a political rally in her flowing floral dress -- she was radiant against the assembly of neutral tones around her backstage.

Azriel touched Elain's arm and leaned in to talk against her ear in a manner that signaled something more than passing familiarity. Nesta wondered how long Elain had been in Feyre's orbit to have become so friendly with Azriel.

The middle Archeron was smiling and clapping before she caught Nesta’s gaze from the far side of the platform. Elain's face immediately fell, her chocolate eyes going wide. Nesta felt nauseous.

Cassian dipped his chin towards her. "Nes?" he asked, face full of concern. "Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

She nodded, tearing her eyes from the far side of the stage. "I'm fine," she replied, clearing her throat. "I should go check in with the press."

"I'll come with you."

"No," she quickly responded. "After Rhys is done shaking hands here, you need to get him to the House of the Wind for his first sit down interview in an hour."

Cassian didn't look convinced. But Nesta disappeared into the crowd before he could say anything more.

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Back in her hotel room at the House, Nesta stared at the computer screen where she had written a letter of resignation. It had been a long day for the Starborn campaign. Nesta had coordinated what felt like endless media appearances and fact-checked several reporters who had misrepresented Rhys's policy objectives. While the work had been exhilarating, a persistent anxiety gnawed at her -- it was a terrible idea, mixing work with family.

Nesta wanted nothing more than to quit, yet it wasn't the campaign she yearned to escape from. Rather, it was the complicated, often fraught relationships with her sisters that unnerved her about staying. Their interactions had become a tangle of hurt and misunderstandings, a web that left Nesta feeling trapped and exhausted. The last time all three sisters were together, they had said things to each other that they didn't mean. But now Feyre and Elain had moved on without her. Nesta hated herself for the fact that she couldn't stand being around the two of them together.

She looked out to the night sky and the glittering city beneath her window -- the Sidra, a ribbon of watery lights in the distance. Leaving would be simple. She could travel back to New York, crash with Gwyn, and start that book she had been meaning to write. She could go back to never seeing or speaking to her sisters except for a once-a-year phone call on their respective birthdays.

Nesta tapped her fingers to the rhythm of the flashing cursor on her screen, reading over the letter again and again. The words seemed cold and callous even to her. Finally, Nesta shut her laptop and stood up. She needed to get out of the room, to be anywhere but in her own head.

Nesta changed into her running clothes and headed down to the lobby.

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A/N: Who is Nesta going to bump into in the lobby? Who knows! This chapter was getting away from me, so I've decided to cut it into two. There is more plot progression in this chapter, but the relationship development will happen in the next one. Honestly, I am getting a little worried about holding the whole thing together going forward with all the moving pieces with Thesan and Hybern and Eris. Wish me luck!

I shamelessly stole the big speech from The West Wing. I'm semi-modeling Rhys's campaign on Seasons 6 & 7 with Matt Santos - truth be told, I am not talented enough to be a political speechwriter! Mad respect for what they do.

#fanfic #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #acotar #cassian #nessian #nesta #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #all's fair in love and politics #modern au #political au #acotar fanfiction #acomaf #acowar #nessian fanfiction #rhysand

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whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk · 8 months

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It's WIP Wednesday, and did anyone call for some feral Cassian for Nessian Week? Because chapter three of Semper Eadem will be up for day 4, and Eris is about to have an.......... accident at the joust 👀

Meters became feet became inches, and suddenly Cassian could see the whites of Eris’ eyes, the way they narrowed as Cassian checked his aim, braced himself for the impact— And with an almighty clash, the tip of his lance shattered entirely as it made bruising contact with the centre of Eris’ shield. The force of it knocked Eris sideways off his horse, sending him crashing to the tiltyard floor. His armour clattered, the pauldron at his shoulder cracking with the impact, and the lance Eris had been aiming at Cassian’s chest scored only a glancing blow on his shoulder before it, too, fell loudly to the floor. The Duke was winded, lying still on the ground, and for a moment Cassian thought he really had killed the bastard— but then Eris was rising slowly, pushing up on his elbows and removing his helmet. A thin ribbon of blood streamed from his nose, whilst another wound bled far more profusely at his temple, staining his auburn hair scarlet. And as the chips of Cassian’s own broken lance lay scattered in the dust, he smiled— a victors smile, vicious and cold and utterly without mercy. Because no other man got to ask Nesta Archeron for her favour— not peasant nor knight nor king. No. Other. Man.

#wip wednesday #semper eadem #eris asked nesta for her favour and cassian is being so normal about it

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secret-third-thing · 10 months

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⚠️ Master List updates in progress ⚠️

Hey all, I'm Secret-Third-Thing! You can call me Sarah or STT! I write fanfic for ACOTAR. My writing typically falls into two categories: completely self-indulgent or experimental. I write for many characters/ships, though Eris Vanserra is my favorite to write for at the moment.

📝 My Fanfics and Interactive Fiction / Art Commission Master List is under the cut

🌶️ Cursed Smut blog The Vanslut. (Warning: Quality and posting frequency varies)

🔥 I run @erisweekofficial. Follow for more Eris Goodness!

LONG(er) FICS

Wild Nights - Wild Nights! (Emorie) | Mature

On the outskirts of a family that has all found their mates, Emerie and Morrigan must find themselves, and maybe each other in the process.

Blood in the Wine (Eris x OC) | Explicit <- Read on A03

Gianna of Montesere's life is shattered when her family becomes the target of a chilling assassination attempt. Forced into exile at her estranged father's side in the Autumn court, she embarks on a journey that thrusts her into the treacherous depths of Prythian's most perilous family. Amidst the dazzling highs and heart-wrenching lows of cutthroat politics, Gianna discovers an unexpected love in Eris Vanserra that turns her world upside down.

Read if you like: slow burn romance, mysteries, political intrigue, and DOGS Read on Tumblr: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Tell Me That You Want Me (Eris x Tamlin) | Explicit

Eris ensures that Tamlin doesn't ignore the rite this year. Another Calanmai fic, hehe.

DRABBLES

A Word Before War: Eris before a Blood Duel | G

Just One More: A Nezriel bookstore drabble | E

Goodbye, Keir: Emorie Drabbe | T

2023 ACOTAR WRITING CIRCLE FICS

Heatwave (Elriel) | Unrated (I wrote part 1)

The Syren (Gwynriel) | Explicit ( I wrote part 2)

Fictional (Nessian) | Explicit (I wrote part 3) - Tumblr Only

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Never an Honest Word (Eris & Lady of Autumn Friendship) | T

Dog Days (Interactive Fiction // Narrative Game with Azris)| E

Eris and Hound Commission

Blood Duel Commission

Dancing Commission

AU Eris Commission

Eris, High Lord of Autumn Commission

Eris Voice Acting and Interview the Matthew Bassett

NSFW Eris Late Night Scheming

2023 Tamlin Week: Spring, Again (Tamlin & Elain Friendship) | T

#stt ramblings #stt writing

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Better or Worse {4}

Nessian. Angst. Modern au.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

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A/N: Thank you for reading! We hope you continue to enjoy! x

Warnings: language.

~ Nesta ~

I haven’t said a word to my husband since I caught him fucking his hand in the shower, and he hasn’t said a word to me, either. In fact, when he came out of the bathroom two days ago, he barely even looked in my direction before getting dressed, stuffing clean clothes into a bag, and leaving. Apparently he never intended to come home, he had only intended to get more of his things then go back to Feyre and Rhysand’s.

Which is where I am now, sitting in the driveway, trying to gain enough nerve to make my way inside.

I want to ask him to come home.

I want to ask him to go to marriage counseling.

I want him to not give up, not yet, not until we try to see if we can fix this.

I’ve spent two days trying to come up with the right words to say, two days barely sleeping and picking up my phone to text him, only to delete every word that I’d typed.

This wasn’t something to text about. I had to do this face-to-face.

It’s Wednesday, so I know that he’s here because he has every Wednesday off. I did text Feyre though, just in case, and worried that he was off living his best life until I got my sister’s reply. He’s here and making us dinner. If you’re going to piss each other off….please wait until he’s done with the steaks…

It was a fair enough request.

I wouldn’t want to piss off the chef. Then no one’s happy.

Once I get out of my car, I walk through the garage and in through the door that leads to the kitchen. I open the door to see Feyre at the sink, rinsing off dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. She gives me a smile as I close the door behind me. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say, quietly. Cassian is nowhere to be seen. “How was dinner?”

“So good,” she said, practically drooling. “I can’t say that I mind having a professional chef at my beck and call.”

I snort, completely understanding. Over the last week, I’ve been living off of frozen meals and takeout. Nothing compared to Cassian’s cooking.

“They’re downstairs,” Feyre says, turning off the faucet and turning around to lean against the countertop. “He, uh…has been in rare form the last few days.”

Well, I did catch him in the shower with his cock in his hand, then he got pissed at me for existing and stormed off into the night, so…I can imagine.

“I’m going to ask him to come home,” I say, fiddling with my keys. “I don’t think he’ll even say yes, but I need him to know that that’s what I want.”

Feyre’s eyes softened as she nodded. “I think that’s a good idea.”

I follow Feyre down the hall and into the basement, where Cassian and Rhysand are playing Call of Duty. Nyx is on the floor, building something with Legos, and the second he spots me, he’s running toward me and flinging himself into my arms. I catch him with a hug and a kiss, and when I set him back on the floor, the game on the TV is paused and both men are looking at me.

Rhysand gives me a wan smile.

Cassian’s expression is emotionless.

Feyre clears her throat. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Nyx frowns. “But Aunt Nesta just got here.”

“I know, but it’s late,” she says, picking him up. “Rhys, come on. We need you to read in your wild things voice.”

“Of course,” he says, and gives Cassian a pat on the shoulder before following his wife and son up the stairs and out of sight.

Cassian is still staring at me.

My pathetic self gives him a little wave.

Looking exhausted, he exits out of he and Rhysand’s game before starting a round by himself. “What are you doing here?”

No hi. No how’s it going? Just a what are you doing here?

I rock back on my heels. “I thought we could talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about. It’s late.”

“It’s seven.”

“I’m tired.”

“Please, Cass.” I must’ve sounded tragic, because he glances at me over his shoulder and sighs.

When he turns back to the TV, his focus on his game, he says, “Fine.”

I walk to the couch and sit on the opposite end, far from him. “Smelled good upstairs. I heard you made steak. Did you make your garlic butter?”

“Yup.”

“And mashed potatoes? It’s always so good with mashed potatoes.”

He doesn’t answer, he just takes a deep breath. “What is it you want to talk about, Nesta?”

I have to remind myself not to get pissed. I’m here to fix things, not make them worse. Getting pissed, yelling at him, would just make things worse.

I wait a few seconds to see if he gives me his attention again. When he doesn’t, I say, “I want you to come home.”

His thumbs continue to fly over the sticks. “Why?”

“Because I miss you.” I hate that my voice breaks. We just started talking and already I’m on the brink of crying.

But that break, that show of emotion, draws my husband’s eye.

I push, taking advantage of his attention. “I miss you, Cassian. I don’t know what happened to us, but I want to fix whatever it is.”

I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes leaving mine and landing on the controller still in his hands. “You want to fix us, but you don’t know what the problem is?”

I know. I know what part of the problem is, but I’m not ready to dive headfirst into my own faults tonight. “I want to try, Cass. I tried to give you space, but I miss you. I need you home.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and I know it’s only a few seconds but it feels like so much longer. The silence stretches on for an eternity, and my tears start falling.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” he says, at last, still staring at his controller laying limp in his hand.

“We don’t have to stay in the same bed,” I say, wiping at my cheeks. “One of us can stay on the couch, and I’ll give you all the space you need, I just want you home. I need you home. Nothing will be fixed if you’re here, if we’re not talking.” I take a breath, trying to keep my voice calm. “If we’re not trying. We need to try.”

“I was trying.” Although his voice remains soft, he’s angry. “I have been trying, Nesta.”

“I know,” I breathe. “And now I’m ready to try too.”

His fingers flex. His body is tense. I know he’s trying to stay in control.

He shakes his head and tosses the controller on the coffee table in front of us before dropping his face into his hands.

I don’t say anything while he processes.

I sit quietly, wiping my tears that won’t seem to stop falling. He drops his hands a moment later and now he just looks exhausted.

“This isn’t fair.” He refuses to look at me. “It’s not fair that we have to do this on your terms. All of the sudden, you're ready to try, but why now? Because I finally put my fucking foot down? I left, Nesta, because I was fucking tired. I was tired of trying to be a good husband and you not giving a damn. I’m still tired. But now that you’re finally ready to work on our marriage, you just expect me to keep trying? I’m tired of trying! I’m tired of working on this and getting nowhere!”

I try not to flinch at his raised voice, but my hands find one another and clasp together, helping ground me.

“I understand,” I say, even though it hurts. “I get it. I do. And I’m not saying that you shouldn’t feel that way. I’m just…selfishly…asking you to come home.”

“And what then?” He still won’t look at me. “We go back to ignoring each other and being the most miserable roommates of all time?”

“I thought it might be a good idea to talk to someone.”

He scoffs. “Like who? My brothers? Your sisters?”

Reminding myself not to let his anger affect mine, I take a deep breath. “A professional, a marriage counselor.” The sound of my husband’s laughter was not the response I was expecting and my voice was like ice when I went on. “What's so funny?”

“You won’t talk to me about our fucked up marriage, but you’re willing to talk to someone else?”

Grinding my teeth together, I took a deep breath. “It’s not just me, Cassian, I want us both to talk to her.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“I don’t have to. I’m not going.”

“I’ve already contacted a woman who has come highly recommended to me, and she can get us in already next week. Monday, ten a.m.”

“Call and cancel.”

“No.” The hold I have on my anger is fading, and he can tell from that one word alone.

He finally looks at me and his eyes are ablaze. “No?”

“No. I’m not canceling. We are going, and we’re going to fix this, because the idea of you leaving me, of you not being my husband anymore, makes me sick, Cassian.” The words rush out of me. My tone matches his. “So you can be stubborn, and you can be an asshole, because I know I deserve it, but I’m not canceling. If you’re going to leave me, it’s not going to be because we didn’t try.”

I have no clue what’s going on inside of his head. All I see is his frustration as he stares at me, his stubborn nature mirroring my own. He doesn’t back down. Neither do I. We just sit there, staring at one another, waiting for the other to break.

“And if counseling doesn’t work?” He asks, at last, his gaze hard.

It will. It has to. “Then that will be that.”

He swallows, gaze breaking from mine and drifting to where his controller sat. “I’ll sleep on the couch—”

I release the breath I’d been holding since I walked into Feyre’s house. “Thank you, Cass—”

“I didn’t finish.” It doesn’t escape my notice that he won’t look at me. “I’ll sleep on the couch when I come home. I’m not coming home before we talk to whoever you found.”

“Cassian, that’s days from now—”

“And I need time to think, Nes.”

I didn’t let the familiar nickname affect me. I could grant him that, even if I wanted to beg him to come home tonight. “And when will you come home?”

“Monday.”

I nod. “Monday, then.”

He picks up his controller, all but telling me our conversation is over. Accepting his dismissal, I get to my feet and head for the stairs. Just before I reach them, I turn and look at where he sits on the couch, not moving. He hasn’t started a new game yet, still just staring at his controller.

“I love you,” I say, not giving myself time to reconsider the words.

I don't wait to hear if he says it back.

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Midday Cravings (pt. 3)

Nessian x reader

A/n: thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! It was super close between something fluffy and smut. But bc you all have been so supportive of these fics which I’m so grateful for I’m going to do a smutty part 4 bc I love you all❤️ I’m sorry this is so short but it was just a cute lil idea I had

Warnings: mentions of child birth

Ailith. That’s what you had named your perfect little girl. The birth was tough due to her wings, but it was worth every second of pain to bring her into the world. It had been two months since you gave birth. She has her father’s beautiful tan skin, your bright eyes, and Nesta’s curiosity.

Nesta and Cassian were fantastic parents as well. They we’re so hands on with her, you were so grateful. You knew Nesta was scared to be a mom and had other doubts, like the baby not liking her. But that all disappeared when Nesta was the first person Ailith smiled at.

And Cassian was already wrapped around her little finger. Those two were attached at the hip, you knew she’d be a daddy’s girl the second he started talking to her when she was still in your belly. The first time Cassian held her it was for skin-to-skin contact a few hours after she had been born. Ailith snuggled into him, letting out the cutest little sigh and Cass started bawling his eyes out.

She just woke up from her nap so you brought her downstairs to eat and play with you and Nesta. Ailith was the happiest baby you’d ever seen. So smiley and giggly. Whenever you held her your day immediately got better.

You hadn’t slept much in the last few weeks though, which was driving you crazy. Ailith had started getting fussy at night when it came to bed time. It made you very emotional, you felt like you were doing something wrong. Sometimes she wouldn’t go down unless Cassian was rocking her to sleep. You happily let Cassian put her to sleep, but you were up with her only a few hours later.

Nesta was already sitting on the floor surrounded by her favorite toys. Her face lit up as you two got closer and she held her hands out for the baby. Letting Nesta take her you sat on the floor slumping against the base of the big arm chair.

“Y/n, don’t take this the wrong way because I’m saying this with love, but you look so tired. Why don’t you go lay down for a while.” She gave you a sympathetic look. Ailith pulled on the loose strands of Nesta’s braid and her attention immediately went to the baby girl.

You loved watching Nesta play with her. You never wanted to miss a moment of time together. But you knew you had to sleep. “Ok. But I’m staying on the couch. And you have to wake me up if she does anything cute.” Nesta rolled her eyes, “ok but you might as well stay up. Because everything she does is so cute. Isn’t it? Aren’t you just the cutest?” She cooed at Ailith.

The second your head hit the pillow you knocked out. You only slept a few hours but it was better than nothing. When you woke up you were laying on Cassian’s chest while Ailith dozed in Nesta’s arms. Sitting up you stifle a yawn, “Sorry Nes. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. I can take her if you want.”

Nesta gives you a look that says ‘yeah, right’ as Cassian pulls you back to rest on him. “Oh hush you,” he whispered. “You deserve rest and care too you know.” Closing your eyes, you feel yourself relaxing. “You’re right.” You murmur.

Cassian rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear about how much they love you and how strong you are. You feel so happy, having your little family sitting together just relaxing and being happy.

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