#soft nessian

[nessiandefenseattorney]

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[chelseamorninggirl]

Nesta Week

And what a lovely week it has been!

Day 1: Adventure

On A Gathering Storm - Chapter 1

When Nesta is summoned home to England, she gets aboard the Andromeda and meets Cassian, captain of the ship and bane of her existence. When they get caught in a storm, everything changes forever.

Day 2: Longing

The Waiting Heart - Chapter 1

1365. After her father dies, Nesta travels to the English Court to secure a position as lady-in-waiting. She might get more than she bargained for, though.

Day 3: Fate & Destiny

Traveling Light - Chapter 4 (Final Chapter)

When Nesta Archeron boards the Orient Express in a desperate attempt to flee scandal, she's forced to share a compartment with a large, insolent scoundrel. What could go wrong?

Day 4: Lover

Hands Off - Chapter 20

Nesta Archeron doesn't do repeats. She doesn't get attached. But something about Cassian—his restraint, his hunger, the way he looks at her like she's something holy and not just another transaction—makes her want to break all her rules. What begins as a distraction turns into something far more dangerous. When Cassian returns seven nights in a row their dynamic turns into a slow, burning power play neither of them fully controls.

Day 5: Resilience

The Book Of Love

Nesta and Cassian navigate life with all its challenges.

Day 6: Birthday

I Can't Help Falling In Love

Nesta is convinced she isn't going to like the new member of the family when Cassian brings home a dog. Turns out, when someone chooses you as their person, it takes very little to fall in love.

Day 7: Free Day

The Waiting Heart - Chapter 2

1365. After her father dies, Nesta travels to the English Court to secure a position as lady-in-waiting. She might get more than she bargained for, though.

[waterproof1995]

"After that night beside the lake, she and Cassian had lingered there for two entire days, either training with his sword or fucking like animals on the shore, in the water, bent over a boulder as she moaned his name so loudly it echoed off the peaks around them."

But first some soft little kiss 🥰

[wishcamper]

Voice cracking a little at the end when they say your name for the first time in a long time for NESSIAN pls & thnx

For months, he’d prayed to see her in his doorway. To hear her delicate steps cross the threshold, the melody of his past dreams, his future regrets. Hollow and gray had been the years since she’d been gone, and Cassian had been left with plenty of time to ruminate on all he’d done wrong. All he could do right if only given the chance.

If only given the chance.

And now he sat at his kitchen table, mending a fishing net, and at last she stood in his doorway.

Sunset streamed in behind her, casting her face into shadow.

“Nesta?” Cassian’s voice cracked, and she flinched, as if it were a pop of firewood. “I’d heard you were..”

Shrugging, she hitched her traveling pack higher on her shoulder. “I am. I’m back.”

Tall and regal still, though the road weighed on her shoulders in a manner he was all too familiar with. Illyrian sunrise eyes roved his cabin for something to eat, the longing for a hot bath in the itchy shirking of her clothes. The craving for home.

There were plenty of angry things he could hurl at her. The abandonment, the betrayal. He could twist his fucking guilt into shield, a battering ram to break the gate of her body in his doorway.

But it didn’t matter. She was here.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yes. And no,” she said cryptically. Waited for him to invite her to put her bag down. Cassian didn’t move. “Things have changed for you, as well, I hear. Feyre tells me you no longer hold a position at court.”

Ah. Here was the test. The one he’d failed when the redheaded female dropped into their world ten years ago, when he let his blind loyalty excuse another male threatening the life of his mate.

His mate.

His Nesta.

“I resigned. After you left. Seemed the honorable thing to do.” Her brows went up at that, though he knew it wasn’t the first time she was hearing this. “And I couldn’t.. it all reminded me of you. I had to leave.”

She’d haunted every alcove of Velaris, all the books in the library at the House. The delicate gestures Elain made with her hands, Feyre’s stubborness. Nyx’s huge, moon-glass eyes. That she’d left even her nephew said more than he could stomach.

A truth that was abundant when Cassian dared to look at her once more. It hurt, maladjusted as he was after all this time, like looking into the sun.

“I saw you everywhere," she confessed.

Two strides brought him close enough to smell her sweat and skin. One more left her perfect face within his reach, and time looped around on itself when he dared to brush the stray hairs behind her pointed ear.

“Nes. Sweetheart.” He couldn’t help his voice breaking once more. The word he’d struck from his vocabulary the day he saw her wardrobe empty.

“I was..” She faltered, pressed her cheek into his hand. “I was saving you for last. So I never have to leave again.”

They’d had many kisses since the crumbling world pushed them together. None so fragile as this. Soft longings navigating a jagged landscape, a wisp among the trees.

“Cassian,” she murmured against his mouth.

Nesta’s bag dropped over the threshold as he lifted her, where it sat in the front hall far longer than it should.

[whatisamettafor]

*sings* Who’s gonna see a butt today?

It’s you.

[azriels-shadows]

Rest Your Head

Summary: Nesta had no idea why the university’s star football player and golden boy wouldn't leave her alone. She also wasn’t sure how she was so unlucky to share not one, but two back to back classes with him. God must hate her.

But when she makes the ill-advised decision to muscle her way through class despite being seriously sick, Nesta discovers that her relationship with Cassian goes far deeper than just scalding banter.

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Written for @perseusannabeth for @acotargiftexchange 2023!!

Perseusannabeth— Surprise!! It’s me, your Secret Santa! 💜 I had so much fun writing this story for you, I really hope you enjoy it!!! Buckle up for some super sweet sickfic and soft Nessian!!

[talkfantasytome]

Snippy snip snippet. Happy Monday! Hopefully this is something good on this most evil of days.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and then she let out a mumbled, "No, kitty, don't go."

Cassian felt his gaze widen as Nesta rolled herself slightly closer to him. There was no way he was getting to sleep any time soon. Not if Nesta sleep talks. Not if he'd instead get insight into that amazing mind, no matter how sleep-altered it might be.

The way his mind was suddenly racing, imagining what might be going through her own. What did the cat look like? Where was it going? It couldn't be running away from Nesta. Who would do that? Did Nesta own the cat in her dream? Did she want a cat? It didn't surprise Cassian that she would like cats.

What else was in her dream? Was it just her and the cat? She'd surely like that. But were there other people there? Was he there? He tracked every minor movement on her face, studied every inch of it to see if he could learn more. As if the flush of her skin or twitch of her smile would tell him.

A fool's hope. But, when it came to Nesta, what was Cassian if not a fool?

[emmer-g]

some soft domestic nessian for you

I can totally see these two just lazing about the House, reading (all smut of course because the House wouldn't give them anything else) and Cass wanting Nesta to read to him