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nessianweek

✷ Announcing Nessian Week 2026! ✷

❤️‍🔥 Join us in celebrating Prythian's hottest couple for the sixth year in a row! ❤️‍🔥

Come celebrate Nesta and Cassian with us from September 20 through September 26, 2026! Feel free to participate in any way you can, from headcanons, fanart, moodboards, playlists, fics, drabbles…. no matter how big or small, anything celebrating Nessian is welcome! Please note this event will be happening on Tumblr, AO3, and Instagram only.

Please tag @nessianweek and use the tag #NessianWeek2026 to spread the word! If you're posting on Instagram, please tag @/nessianweek!

You can find Nessian Week 2025's masterlist here, 2024's masterlist here, 2023's masterlist here, Nessian Week 2022's masterlist here, and Nessian Week 2021's masterlist here!

This year's prompts are as follows:

Day One: What Happens Next? ✷ As we prepare for ACOTAR 6’s release, what do you think comes next for Nesta and Cassian?

Day Two: Music ✷ Music has always been a key part of Nesta and Cassian’s relationship. How do you see music continuing to shape their lives?

Day Three: Reach Out Your Hand ✷ No matter what Nesta threw at him, Cassian kept reaching out his hand. How do you see them continuing to reach out to one another?

Day Four: Exploration ✷ From learning more about one another to seeing new parts of Prythian and beyond, how do you see Nesta and Cassian exploring?

Day Five: Alternate Universe ✷ What do you think Nesta and Cassian's lives would look like outside of canon? How would they live in the modern world, a completely different fantasy world, or within the plot of your favorite book or movie? [Non-Canon AUs requested]

Day Six: High Lady & Her General ✷ Many of us believe Nesta will become the High Lady of the Dusk Court, with Cassian serving as her faithful General. How do you see them navigating these roles?

Day Seven: Free Day ✷ Any topic of your choosing!

We look forward to seeing everything that you create for this event, and make sure to tag @nessianweek once the event starts! Thank you so much to everyone who has contributed to planning this event, with special shoutouts to @unhealthyfanobsession, @jellybeanjellyfishblog @podemechamardek, @theteaqueendom, @c-e-d-dreamer, @acourtofladydeath, @melphss, @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk, @jsmelodies, @wishcamper, @xxvalkyriesxx, and @dustjacketmusings!

Our lovely graphics were created by @podemechamardek ; the artwork was commissioned by @melphss & @amandapearls and drawn by artbyjuliajm.

Please contact this page if you have any questions about the event. We can't wait to see what you create to celebrate Nessian for the SIXTH YEAR RUNNING!

unhealthyfanobsession

EVERYONE WAKE UP IT’S TIME TO PREP FOR THE BEST WEEK OF THE YEAR

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Moodboard: Victorian Nessian

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For @cassianappreciationweek free day

unhealthyfanobsession

YOU’RE TEASING ME !!!!

featherymalignancy

In Vino Veritas: A Nessian Story MASTERLIST

“In wine lies the truth”

Summary: Nesta Archeron is convinced she has everything she wants: a law degree from an ivy, a prestigious job, a gorgeous boyfriend, and excellent taste in wine. However, when she wanders into her local wine vendor and meets a handsome stranger unafraid to play her quick-witted games, she begins to wonder if the life she’s built is really the one she wants.

Cash Kahukore worked his entire adolescent life to become a sommelier, ignoring the slurs his mixed heritage have always earned him as he fought his way to the top. When a gorgeous lawyer comes in to his uncle’s shop one afternoon, he immediately recognizes a worthy opponent in her. Undaunted by her sharp tongue and possessive boyfriend, he’s determined to be her friend, and—as time goes on and their circumstances change—possibly something more.

THIS STORY ISN’T APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN, WHICH INCLUDES TEENAGERS UNDER 18. If you’re under 18, this story’s mature themes weren’t intended for your consumption. I would strongly urge you to focus on age-appropriate media instead.

This a prequel to Navy Suits and Chelsea Boots that takes place three years before. If you love Elriel (and don’t mind finding out how this story ends) check it now.

Chapter One: Cheval

“Nesta Archeron.”

“Cash.”

“Please tell me that’s a nickname.”

“Are you always this charming, Nesta Archeron?”

Chapter Two: Ornellaia

“Okay, I’ll bite: why do men like me need women like you?”

“Because an unchecked male ego is like a landslide; it gathers speed quickly and leaves a mess in its wake. The world doesn’t have time to waste clearing your boulder-sized bullshit from the path of progress.”

“Doesn’t that mean women like you also need men like me? You can’t keep a tongue sharp if you don’t have something rough to sharpen it against.”

Chapter Three: Bollinger

Cash gave a sheepish laugh as he looked down at the scuffed chukka boots her wore, and Nesta found herself adding, “She’s a lucky girl, Cash. The woman you end up with.”

It was truer than he even knew, and harder to bear than she’d expected. She had a sudden image of Cash in the arms of some unknown brunette beauty, and she felt her hands curling to fists.

Chapter Four: Roussillon (TW: domestic violence)

“Give me your phone,” she said, wiggling her fingers.

Dazed, he pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. A minute later she was handing it back, her expression resolute.

“There,” she said. “Now it’s official: we’re friends.”

Chapter Five: Mar de Frades (TW: domestic violence)

She choked on the tears, wincing as she brushed one from her a battered cheek.

“You’re a good friend, Cash.”

He softened again.

“I’m no more than you deserve. Try and get some rest. I will be here when you wake up.”

Chapter Six: Armand de Brignac (TW: brief mentions of domestic violence)

“Tell me it’s going to be okay,” Nesta said quietly. “If you say it, I’ll believe you.”

“It’s going to be okay,” Cash said.

She bit her lip, feeling childish as she asked, “how do you know?”

He gave a winsome smile, and Nesta was sure she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life.

“Because you’re a queen, Nesta Archeron. Now straighten your crown, go in there, and see your will be done.”

Chapter Seven: Domaine du Pegau

“They’re lovely,” she said, gesturing to the bouquet.

“So are you,” he replied, loving the way her blush deepened.

“Thank you,” she said before quickly adding, “For the flowers. The tawdy compliment, obviously, you can keep.”

He grinned.

“Please, you loved it.”

She glanced up at him through her lashes. Even in her heels she was considerably shorter than him.

“Maybe,” she admitted.

Chapter Eight: Domaine Serene

“Please, Cash, just let me explain.”

For the first time since Nesta had known him, Cash pulled away from her touch, as if it disgusted him.

“Don’t come to the shop,” he said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want to see you.”

“Cassian!”

He merely shook his head again.

“Have a great life, Nesta.”

Chapter Nine: Umsasane

“You said—” Nesta began, but he cut her off with a shake of his head.

“Fuck what I said,” Cash whispered, fingers finding gentle purchase at the base of her skull as they twined in her hair. “I’m still—but I can’t just let you walk away.”

“I’m sorry,” she pleaded, clasping his wrist where it rested against her neck. “Cash, I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

Chapter Ten: Dom Perignon

“Are you seriously nervous about tonight, because you have no reason to be; everyone is going to love you.”

“Everyone except Mor, you mean.”

Cash’s frown deepened, though his gaze remained almost unbearably tender.

“Don’t worry about her.”

“How can I not?”

Chapter Eleven: Veuve Cliquot

“Fuck him,” Cash said. “He’s a selfish, insecure prick. Do you want me to go talk to her?”

“Maybe,” she said, huffing out a breath. “God, I just—I cannot stand the way he speaks to her.”

“I know, but that isn’t your fault.”

“Isn’t it?”

Next Time on In Vino Veritas….

“For the record, I am only hear as a courtesy to Cash. My love life is none of your business.”

“You made it my business when you hit on my barely-legal sister.”

“Nothing even happened last night! And I’m not comfortable discussing Feyre behind her back like she’s a naughty child.”

unhealthyfanobsession

OMFG OMFG OMFG I TRULY AM SCREAMING IT IS A CASSIAN WEEK GIFT UNTO US ALL THIS US THE BEST NEWS OF MY LIFE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CASSIAN’S EVER AND MY FAVOURITE AFFORDABLE CHAMPAGNE I WILL WEEP FROM JOY WOWOWOWOWWOO!!!!

Brb re-reading the whole story thank you

#nessian #cassianweek2026

You Were Unsuspecting, Not Unwarned Chapter 5

And thus we come to the last day of our @cassianappreciationweek depression fetish fic. Passably happy ending brought to you entirely by @wishcamper who put in the effort to melt my ice cold heart.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88956606/chapters/236836201

Snippet:

Cassian felt his brows furrow together. “You obviously aren’t fine, Nesta.”

“Well,” she conceded, “it’s not like that has ever mattered before.”

“It matters,” Cassian said. Did she think … “It matters, Nesta.”

Her scoff called him a hypocrite without any words being necessary.

“You know why I don't want to come to these things?"

He went still. Afraid to want the answer too much. But he couldn’t stop himself, “More than anything.”

"Everyone assumes it's because I don't care."

"I don’t think–

"No." She interrupted gently. "Don’t lie. I know what everyone thinks. And you’re wrong. I don't come because every room changes when I walk in."

His stomach sank.

She continued looking into the darkness instead of at him. "I can feel it. I’m not … I don’t know how to be like the rest of you. And I think, you don’t know how to be around me without feeling sad. Without being reminded of everything.”

He wanted to protest. Instead … He listened.

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You Were Unsuspecting, Not Unwarned Chapter 4

For victories and loss day of @cassianappreciationweek we have yet another chapter of post-war Nessian DEPRESSION. Enjoy <3

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88956606/chapters/236644206

Snippet:

She looked terrible. And not in the dramatic, borderline romantic, brush the smell and tavern grime off the poor girl and she’ll be good as new sort of way that he had seen her these past few month. Today, she looked genuinely dreadful in a way Cassian had never experienced before. He’d seen Nesta covered in blood, at the edge of death, caked in mud in a war camp. Hell, he’d seen her freshly dumped out of the cauldron and she had never, never looked this awful.

He felt bad just thinking it. The word Nesta sat right beside the word beautiful in his mind, intrinsically intertwined no matter the circumstances.

But this was not a day’s worth of awful, or even a week. This was months of driving herself into the ground.

Her hair was dull and hastily pinned back, several rebellious strands escaping around her face. Dark circles lived beneath her eyes as if Feyre was paying their rent too. Her coat had been buttoned wrong. One hand clutched a paper bag while the other held her forehead like keeping her skull together required active effort.

She paused on the step. Pushed the corner of a baguette out of the bag and took a massive bite off the end.

Cassian smiled before he could stop himself. "Good afternoon."

She froze. Jaw working to finish the large mouthful as she turned, very slowly, towards him.

"You.”

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You Were Unsuspecting, not Unwarned Chapter 3

Would you believe me if I told you that I really fought for this particualr @cassianappreciationweek prompt only to do ... well ... this for it.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88956606/chapters/236470311

Snippet:

Nesta kept walking, because otherwise she would have tried to hit him and hurt her hand. Of course, Cassian continued. Because it was one of those random, rare days where he had decided to try. This was all there was, silence or berating.

“You could at least come live at the House.”

“Stop,” she wanted to scream. Her head hurt. Her chest hurt. Everything fucking hurt. “Stop following me. Stop trying to haul me into your happy little circle. Stop doing all of it.”

Part of her wanted to tell him. Maybe if this had all gone differently, maybe if there was anything steady or constant in him, maybe if he had asked, she would have told him that every night she dreamed of going back to that battlefield and choosing death. That every day she woke disappointed to still be alive.

“Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do. If you can’t be bothered to try for my happy little circle’s sake, then at least try for them”

Me neither, she wanted to say. But she was tired. Into her bones, she was tired and done with this. “Go home, Cassian.”

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You Were unsuspecting, Not Unwarned Chapter 2

For day 4 of @cassianappreciationweek our boy is dealing with a couple lovers ... and not in the way one wants to.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88956606/chapters/236281926

Snippet:

He smiled.

Even with dried blood across his jaw, a split lip, and exhaustion pulling at the corners of his eyes, he found the energy to smile at her as though they weren't sitting in a tent full of his wounded family.

Nesta tried not to think about anything else, anything bigger, as she finished her work and tied off the wrapping in a clean, deliberate knot.

But of course, as she finished, he didn’t let her pull away. Cassian grasped her fingers in his, the warmth flooding down to her toes. War was cold. Even when it was hot out, there was something cold inside of battle. It was the first time Nesta hadn’t felt like shivering in days.

His eyes caught her. Caught, because she wasn’t sure she offered the too-intimate gaze freely. She swallowed, preparing for a stupid joke or ridiculous innuendo.

But Cassian only said, low, serious – “Thank you.”

And it was like Nesta was looking at him for the first time. She stared too long. Longer than she’d ever allowed herself before. Checking, she realized, to make sure he really was there. Really was (mostly) unharmed and solid in front of her. Real. Her throat was stuck, dry, but she did not pull her hand away. And he did not move his gaze once. Eyes riveted to her face with such heat she thought she might never be cold again. Trying to make her throat untick and her lips part, Nesta prepared to say–

Cold air swept in with the rain outside as the tent flap pulled open.

“You’re hurt.”

And Nesta disappeared with the same words she had spoken only minutes earlier. She could feel it, the way she became a ghost to him. Hand snatched back like he was holding enemy steel.

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You were Unsuspecting, Not Unwarned: Chapter 1

For Enalius Reborn day of @cassianappreciationweek we will be exploring Cassian the general in the first of a 5-part story to be posted for the remaining days of this event week.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88956606/chapters/236107041

Summary:

What hope can a love born in the middle of a war possibly have? It is easy for passion to run high as combat rages, for emotions to slip at the sight of a battle wound, for declarations to flow in the face of death. But what is left when the din of warfare ends? When the bleeding ebbs but the scars remain. Cassian has done this all before, but Nesta … Nesta is just trying to keep it together.

She isn’t doing the best job.

But honestly, neither is anyone else.

Snippet:

He fought against a grin. "You were worried."

She gave a small laugh devoid of humor. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was worried because losing our general before a war would have been very inconvenient."

He stepped closer. Nearly pushing into her room. Nesta, of course, held her ground. "You can lie to everyone else." A heartbeat. "But not to me."

Something flickered behind her eyes. Not anger. Fear.

"You shouldn't say things like that."

"Why?"

"Because one day you'll believe them."

"Oh, sweetheart,” he smiled, “I already do."

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My Kingdom Come Undone Chapter 2

Everyone's favourite mistaken identity disaster fice returns and Cassian is getting himself into a LOT of trouble for day 2 of @cassianappreciationweek ...

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83560946/chapters/235911276

Snippet:

"This way," he said, quickly veering towards a much less manicured side street.

Nesta stopped.

Actually stopped.

The prince continued walking. For six full steps, apparently unaware that he had abandoned both his guest and every convention of royal hosting.

Azriel, a reluctant chaperone beside her, merely sighed. “He’ll realize it eventually.”

Nesta would have scoffed if she was poorly mannered. As it stood, she settled for a harsh hmm. When Rhysand finally turned around, his hazel eyes glinted in the sun. Lips quirking up at one side, he called back, “Something wrong, Princess?”

“Yes,” she clipped. “I am not particularly interested in being accosted by bandits down a dark alley street this day.”

The prince laughed. Threw his head back and let that honey-whiskey voice of his bounce off the narrow street. “You don’t trust Az and I to protect you?”

AZ? The informality of this court was, in a word, staggering. Actually, come to think of it, Nesta wasn’t sure she had ever been given the strangely silent man’s proper title.

“Perhaps you are the ones who arranged the bandits,” she sniffed.

“I have never claimed to be a political mastermind.” Her eyes narrowed at that. Was he joking? Or just modest? Neither made sense. “But even I know better than to murder a princess in the streets when I am trying to court her.”

“Comforting.”

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Happy cassian week day 1. I was working on a card set and managed to get his card done first

@cassianappreciationweek

unhealthyfanobsession

I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR

Amidst The Madness Chapter 29

HAPPY CASSIAN WEEK TO ALL THOSE WHO CELEBRATE!!!

Starting things off nice and easy with an ATM chapter exploring Cassian's devotion to his people, his mate, and doing the right thing even if it sucks.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55268251/chapters/235727616

Snippet:

Emerie sighed. Scraping her hair back from her face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Did he?

“What difference will it make?”

“It might calm you down so you stop coming on too strong and scaring that poor girl.”

“She’s not–”

“She is,” Emerie said. Moving behind the counter to pull out some tea leaves. Settling the kettle over her low burning fire, she gestured for him to sit. “I know what a scared girl looks like, Cassian." Shame flared in his chest. "She is terrified and confused and lost. She was thrown into this new world, forced to fight in a war she never expected to survive, and she’s dealing with power she doesn’t properly understand. Not to mention a body that doesn’t feel like her own."

"I know, but I am trying-"

"And," Emerie continued witha sharp glare, "on top of all that some big brute starts stomping his feet and claiming her soul is tied to his.”

“Her soul is tied to mine–”

“That is what you’re taking from everything I just said?”