Top Shelf Love: Chapter Masterlist

Main Pairing: Nesta Archeron/Cassian

Summary:

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

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𝐒 𝐔 𝚸 𝚬 𝐑 𝐅 𝐑 𝚬 𝚨 𝐊

Pairing: Nessian

Rating: E (explicit)

Summary: When her long-time partner bails on the business trip they had planned for weeks, Nesta Archeron finds herself in a bit of a bind. Finding someone to go to Italy with her for a week is easy, but finding someone who is also willing to make content with her for her adult social media platform? A little more difficult. Or, it should be, until Cassian comes to the rescue. (AKA: Nesta has an OnlyFans and Cassian offers to come with her on her business trip to Italy)

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“You remind me that I’m alive,” she said, voice thick. “You remind me that goodness can exist in the world” -Agent Daybright, House of Sky and Breath ☀️🌙

Art by Fernanda Fernandez / mftfernandez

Have y’all notice that in canon, everyone who meets Nesta that isn’t tied to the IC likes her? Just me?

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“Your fate is bound to mine”

-Ruhn Danaan, House of Sky and Breath

Art by Emilie Snaith / emiliesnaith_art

LIDIA CERVOS

let's burn it all down.

If there's anything I want to say about HOFAS, it's that Lidia Cervos is incredible.

I'm obsessed.

Lidia cervos = mother

Manon blackbeak = godmother

Nesta Archeron = mommy

I will not be elaborating

When We Howl, The Moon Will Cower: Chapter 2

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Cassian

Cassian straightens out the cuffs of his sleeves, rolling his shoulders back. The formal attire feels tight and constrictive against his skin, and the urge to tug at the fabric more gnaws at the back of his mind, has his fingers flexing and twitching. He’s always hated this sort of pomp and circumstance, always felt this sort of frivolity was better suited to Rhys and his vampires.

He’d give anything to shed the black shirt and jacket, to escape this too small building and the pressures squeezing in around him. He’d give anything to escape back to the woods that surround the pack village. To tip his head back and take a deep breath of the sweet, earthy scent. To feel the wind whispering between the trees and across his skin. To feel that peace he’s only ever found in that space.

But that’s simply not possible. He’s the alpha. He has to think of his pack, has to shoulder these expectations for them, for the war he knows is coming to their door.

With a soft sigh, Cassian steps over to the mirror leaning against the wall in the small room. His hair is still a bit damp, but at least it falls in neat, soft curls around his face and down to his shoulders. Adjusting the collar of his shirt one last time, he can almost say that he looks respectable. He supposes that’s good enough for a wedding.

Especially a wedding he didn’t particularly choose.

Nesta Archeron x Cassian modern au

Kinktober, semi-public sex

A/N: I'm only going to say this is for B and good lord, also I haven't reread shit so if you find typos and things don't add up mind your business

Word count: ~7.3k words

She reached out her hand to introduce herself to the umpteenth white man in his sixties that she met that evening. She immediately wondered if the fact that the old man wasn't telling her his name—but was instead just stroking her hand in a revolting way as he stared into her eyes—was because he assumed she could distinguish him by looks alone, or if he didn't think she was clever enough to remember it afterwards and deemed it useless. Or, yet again, whether he didn't think she was important enough to know such a thing. As if, to satisfy every desire that shone behind that man's eyes, she needed no further introduction.

Baby, Now We Got Bad Blood

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The tug between Cassian’s ribs is so sudden, so harsh, that he almost drops to his knees right then and there. That golden thread securely tucked there squeezes tight enough that it steals the breath straight from his lungs, twisting and writhing in his chest until he can do nothing except press a palm against his side in hopes of alleviating the pain, until he's sure that he must be bruised. He’s half aware of Devlon watching him curiously, of the other camp lords still sitting around the table, but all Cassian can focus on is the way his blood has run cold, on the ringing that’s taken up home in his ears all from that one tug.

Tentatively, he reaches for the golden thread within himself, sending his confusion and concern down the bond. He skates a finger along it, keeping his touch featherlight, before he plucks, a small, urging question. And then, with bated breath, he waits. Waits for the tug in response. Waits for the soothing feeling that’s not his own to rush through him and calm his worry.

But it never comes.

In fact, there’s almost nothing on the other end of the bond. Just silence. Just an empty, yawning void that has the hairs on the back of Cassian’s neck standing up, that has the pounding in his ears turning into a deafening roar. Genuine fear sparks through his veins, ice cold where it digs its claws into his mind and sends his heart stuttering. He reaches for that golden thread again, tugging more urgently this time, but still nothing.

Something’s wrong.

Falling For Your Fools Gold: Chapter Masterlist

Main Pairing: Nesta/Cassian

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue 

Why Did It Have To Be Me? (Part 2)

Summary:  19-year old Nesta is stuck working with 21-year old Cassian as camp counselors for Windhaven Wilderness Explorers, a summer program that immerses tweens into the Illyrian forests. Will she find a way to address the sizzling tension between them before summer ends?

A/N: Part 1 of this was written by @vulpes-fennec​ for the ACOTAR Writing Circle so make sure you check it out and the other collaborative works here! I borrowed some canon ACOSF Nessian moments for this and I can’t wait to see what the next person does with the last part of this fic <3

Word count: 3029

Warnings: smut

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Anthony’s confession this, George’s confession that like whatever HELLO??? QUEEN CHARLOTTE HERSELF LITERALLY DROPPED THE HARDEST GUT WRENCHING LINE OF ALL???? “I will stand with you between the heavens and the Earth. I will tell you where you are." If someone said that to me I would immediately crumple onto the floor bawling and pull out a ring cmon now

when a story has a predestined ending and you thought you already knew who the characters would become, but then you're hit with the fact that no, you actually didn't know these characters at all, they were unknowable to you until this very moment when a larger portion of their life has been revealed to you, and you realize, abruptly, that they had lives and losses and the aching desperation of a love they guarded with every piece of stubborn will they could muster, and the unknowable is suddenly rendered sublime for its opacity

Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem

Summary: Nesta has been chosen as a sacrifice from her village- to appease the monsters, she's ordered to die.

But what's monster and what's merely humanity are two wholly different things. And on Calanamai, Nesta will learn which is which.

OR WHATEVER THIS IS MONSTER NESSIAN OKAY?

[note: based on this prompt: Calanmai for the fae is a time for celebrating their magic and fucking like rabbits, but to the humans it's time to pick their sacrifice to the demons of the woods to ensure their people and lands prosper and remain safe for a year. Every year the town picks a name of a human female to dress up like a virginal sacrifice in white, bound and gagged, and left at the border of the forest for the demons to take. Girls growing up are told to be kind and pure or else they could be chosen next. This year the name chosen is Nesta Archeron. That night a group of burley and aggressive men show up and force Nesta to comply or she could see her younger sisters taken in her stead. She willing dawns the gown and walks to the edge of the forest. When the men start to gets handsy while they try to tie her up the demons show up early and decide to make a meal of the human filth before taking the tantalizing and feisty human.]

Warning: dubious consent, inappropriate use of tails, human men | 6k words | NSFW | read on ao3

“Don’t tell Elain.”

Nesta didn’t know why it was so important Elain was left out of what was happening. It wasn’t like Elain would try and stop things, nor would Nesta risk her engagement to Graysen by telling the truth.