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Taylor Swift and Nesta Archeron🥰🩷

Nessian

Flying Changes - Equestrian AU. Check CWs, Ongoing

The Blood on Your Hands - Post HOFAS (slight spoilers for the book). Cassian is 1) angry 2) bloody and 3) possessive. Oneshot. SMUT

Blame the Heat - Fic for Day 4 of ACOTAR Omegaverse Week. Oneshot. SMUT

And all the pieces fall, right into place - Cassian and Nesta meet at local gaming tournament and then fuck afterwards. Oneshot. SMUT

The Story Isn't Mine Anymore - Swiftmass/Angstmass fic featuring Nessian inspired by Taylor Swift's last mash up on the Eras Tour. Oneshot.

NESSIAN WEEK 2024

Day Four AU 'Cause We Never Go Out Of Style - Modern AU, Halloween Party. Oneshot.

Day Five Behind Closed Doors Keeping the Summer Nights Away - Nessian practice self care. Fluff, slight steam, canon compliant. Oneshot.

Day Six Legends and Destiny Death's End - Cassian and Nesta go to rescue any survivors from a rebellious raid in Death's End, the same village where The Lord of Bloodshed earned his name. Check CWs, Ongoing.

Acotar Gift Exchange 2024

The Joker and the Queen - Ongoing, Nessian

SJM Romance Week

A Snowy Punishment - Cassian doesn't want Nesta out on the roads due to the snow. Nesta decides to test his patience. Oneshot. SMUT

Feysand

Labyrinth of the Night - Modern AU where Rhys hits Feyre with her motorcycle one night and in order to save her, turns her into a vampire. Sapphic!Feysand, female!Rhys, Ongoing

Rhysta

Stained Glass Minds - Nesta Archeron is back in her home town of Ashwood after a death in the family. The night before the funeral, she meets a handsome stranger. Check CWs. Day One for Rhysta Weekend. Oneshot

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happy wip wednesday, my fellow freaks. enjoy a snippet from sub!cassian:

“Hello?” Cassian answered immediately, not even bothering to pretend like he hadn’t been waiting around for Nesta’s call.
“Hey,” Nesta said, and then her casual tone shifted into something distinctly more teasing. “Did you even wait for the phone to ring? Jesus.”
“Sorry,” he immediately said back, his face heating up despite the fact that she couldn’t even see him. “I was just, uh… excited to talk to you, I guess.”
“Don’t apologize,” she told him. “It’s cute. What are you up to?”
Cassian relaxed a little into his chair at the word. “Just making dinner. What about you?”
“Deciding what to order for dinner,” she told him. “I can’t cook worth a damn. What did you make?”
“Chicken parmesan,” he replied, his mind already conjuring up the image of cooking something delicious for her. He wouldn’t even mind cleaning up the dishes after. “What do you mean you can’t cook?”
Nesta sighed, and the sound of it had Cassian’s lips curling up into a grin. He couldn’t wait to hear this. “I may have been banned from the stove after I burned water once.”
“You’re kidding,” Cassian breathed, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. “How the hell did you manage that?”
“That’s not important,” Nesta responded over the sound of his laughter once he couldn’t hold it back. “I know my strengths now, and that isn’t one of them.”
“Just say the word, and I’ll make you something,” he told her. “Unlike you, I am allowed to use my own stove.”
“Fuck off,” she said, laughing quietly. She had such a pretty laugh, and he wanted to hear it more often. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous. I won’t even hold that against you.”
“Trust me,” he said back. “I wouldn’t be mad if you did.”
“Masochist.”
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Happy WIP Wednesday! I know I've been slightly MIA lately but here's something I've been cooking up for Nesta Week 🫶🏻

He swore, a muttered curse under his breath that had him angling his face towards her. “You think that’s the only reason I’m here to stop you falling down ten thousand fucking stairs? That it’s the only reason I’d care about you snapping your fucking neck?” “Isn’t it?” Nesta asked, forcing her voice to be steady. Calm. After all, hadn’t she long since learned that it was better to be detached about such things? Cassian reached out to grab her face, tilting her chin up until she had no choice but to meet his eyes; twin pools of hazel, brimming with gold. “I was ready to die for you, Nesta. I’m still ready to die for you. No fucking bond in the world can forge that.” “And what would you have done, Cassian,” she forced herself to ask in a whisper, “without that bond?”
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Here's a small WIP Wednesday snippet for Nesta week! This is from chapter 4 of my princess x knight nessian fic

“I need to take off your armor.”

Cassian’s eyelashes were long and fluttering, now that she could see them up close. She dared to look at them longer than she should have, and he stared right back. “Whatever you command, princess.”

She undid the buckles of the armor, and with his help she pulled it off his body, leaving him in his simple shirt. There was a slash through it on the arm, where someone's blade had gotten to him.

Her hand ran over the smooth cotton. It would have to come off as well, in order for her to see the wound properly.

And Cassian would be…

Just as he was last night. Bare from his stomach up, and she would have to fight to keep her attention where it belonged.

“Take off your shirt,” she told him.

Cassian leaned forward, until his face was right before hers. A not-so-small part of her thought he might go even closer, and close that distance between their lips, but he reached for his shirt at the back of his head instead. Pulled it off in one smooth motion, before bunching it up and placing it on the table.

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Joining the WIP Wednesday party for the first time in a while! I'm back to writing and have some things planned for Nesta Week, including (hopefully) the next chapter of werewolf Cassian 😉

Cassian sets his stance, raising his fists in a defensive position. Nesta mirrors his stance, her mouth set in a hard line, and eyebrows pitched low in concentration. With a smirk, Cassian starts to move, starts to take slow, measured steps, circling around her. His inner wolf practically purrs in delight at the little game, circling his prey.

"Scared?" Nesta taunts, turning in place to keep her eyes on Cassian.

"Didn't Cresseida teach you that the best offense is a good defense?"

"Is that what you're calling this little spectacle? Defense?"

Cassian laughs easily at the quip. It earns him an eye roll from Nesta, but that's just the opening he needs. He lunges forward, arm swinging, but Nesta throws her own arm up, quickly blocking and deflecting his hit. But Cassian doesn't let up, continuing his offense of jabs and hooks, forcing Nesta back and back as she tries to keep up.

Nesta stumbles back a few steps, and Cassian finally lets up, giving her a chance to reset, to catch her breath. She takes a moment to shake out her arms, but then she seems to clock the respite he's giving her. The blue of her eyes flare, her lip curling back, and she goes on the attack. There's not much finesse, but there's enough power and a quickness behind her punches that Cassian actually has to work to block each one.

The next swing she takes, Cassian side steps her completely. He loops his arm through hers and turns, twisting Nesta's arm and pinning it between her back and his body. She tries to squirm, to break free of him, but he keeps his grip tight, unable to bite back his smirk as he dips his head down and presses his lips to her ear.

"Do you yield, Nes?"

"Like hell, you bastard."

It's been a while ^^' but here's a sneak peak of oneshot that I'm writing for Nesta Week. We love a good sister spat.

“Coddled? Are you serious, Elain? I’m only encouraging you to do what you want–” “No! It’s what you want me to do! I am not your pet.” Elain accused. “So what if I’m not always happy in my marriage! I love Graysen. He has been there for me even before father died.” Her voice grew cold, a string of words threaded underneath her breath. Nesta glared, her finger tapping against the table. Provoked by her sister, Nesta called her out. “You're a grown woman, Elain. Don’t be shy!” Elain’s gaze looked anywhere but Nesta, a sign she was figuring out what to say. Annoyed, Nesta filled her glass. “Take your time, it’s not like I have anything better to do.”

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑

🎨by mahpiyaluta_ on IG

Gwyneth Berdara as she is described in DREAM CRUSHER. Please tell the artist, Mahpiya luta, how amazing this is. When I first commissioned her, this is the one I pictured first and she did not disappoint! Fic snippet and summary are below the cut, but you can also read DREAM CRUSHER here: LINK.・゚:*

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Nesta Week 2025 is three weeks away!

RIP so many of these sound like they're just going to centre on Cassian 😭

Hey so just a heads up that people put a lot of work into these event weeks. Developing the prompts, queuing fun surveys like this, spending weeks to months beforehand creating things to share, etc, all of which is done for the love of this character (and, as is a theme today, FOR FREE)

As someone who was involved in creating these prompts, I can first of all promise that Nesta was the primary consideration in every single one of them and I actually genuinely don’t see how most of these are related to Cassian at all? Regardless, people are going to create what they want to create and prompts are just that, PROMPTS. If someone wants to fit Cassian in they will do that whether the prompt is “lover” or “Nesta alone on her own with no one else there”.

We wouldn’t hold a Nesta Week, Cassian Week, AND Nessian Week and frankly burn ourselves out on event weeks if the goal was just 3 Nessian weeks.

The insinuation is, frankly, insulting on several levels.

It does feel like there is no way to win at times and I don’t think anyone means harm by saying things like this but maybe take a minute to consider the impact.

Also try going to the page and reading the prompt descriptions because I’m still seriously not seeing it

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