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1) @thetourguidebarbie - oh, Angie, Angie, ANGIEEE is seriously how I imagine real life Caroline Forbes - focused, determined, freakishly well-organized BUT also loyal and an amazing friend. AND letâs not forget about her writing because thatâs AMAZING and Iâm in awe of her skill and imagination.
2) @fanfantasticworld - Jo is super talented and I love going through her edit tag because you can see how she just keeps getting better and better. Not to mention, itâs been great getting to know her and sheâs making me trash for more and more of otps *cough* dramione *cough* warnette *cough*
3) @lclrgsl - so Luce is basically the best at trolling, like level professional, and we bicker like an old married couple, but she says French people do it out of love and thereâs no one more French than her soâŠwait, it was supposed to be nice thingsâŠwell, in your words, Luce, I annoy you because I care đđ But seriously, Luceâs writing is so good and it makes me feel a thousand different things and you all should go right now and read it!
4) @misssophiachase - Cristy has such a skill with writing, and especially writing All Human AUs, Iâm always looking forward to read what sheâll come up with next! No one writes klaroline banter quite like her and her fics are always full of my fav side-pairings. Not to mention, she loves shoes and is a Formula 1 nerd like me, which makes her practically perfect ;)
5) @klarolinestan - everyone says Sabah is a rat and maybe she is, given some of her comments (you know what you did) but sheâs also great at supporting writers/artists. And Iâm really grateful for all her supportive comments about both my kc and nessian writing ;) Plus, sheâs stanning Nesta Archeron which automatically puts her in a group of people with the best taste đÂ
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âWeâre both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks" - Nessian au
AN: I have no excuse for how terrible this turned out to be, Iâm so sorry. But I hope youâll like it anyway :)
Nesta hated her job. Hated it. Hated it with a passion that could burn a thousand suns and fire that would heat all the coffee beans better than the most efficient coffeemaker could possibly do.
If it was up to her sheâd quit as fast as she could, but she needed the substantial amount of money it offered her, not to mention it was a simple enough of an affair. If it werenât for some issues.
Feyre would tease her about how all heroes have wounds, mirth dancing in her eyes, and Elain would fuss over her quietly in a manner she had yet to understand, all the while sheâd insist that she was okay, it was just some stupid inconvenience. And she was totally fine, of course, because she was Nesta Archeron and she wasnât going to let some problems of height bother her, goddamit.
A quick glance around the place confirmed the lack of people. Which was, quite honestly, a relief. One could never have enough alone time.
She put her bag in a corner, taking her headphones out and blasting the music as she worked in silence, setting up the tables for the first customers who will turn up sharply at eight.
By seven and half, her work was done making her sigh in contentment. Some peace and quiet moments doing absolutely nothing before customers rushed in, sounded like the most delightful idea.
Except good moments never lasted for long and soon the place was filled with swarms of people and it quickly turned into the familiar busy shop it had always been. Alis greeted her as she entered, eyebrows raised in amusement as she spotted the stressed look on her face, notebook with the orders written inside in hand.
âIâll take over.â
Relief flooding her, Nesta handed her the notebook all but flashing to the backroom.
Her apron tied neatly into a perfect bow by the straps, she began to prepare the drinks the customers ordered, groaning as she realized the espresso beans she needed were on the top shelf. As in the one that she couldnât reach without the help of a chair and had she mentioned that she loathed her life because she absolutely did.
Yelping as her foot hit something hard, she looked down to see some sort of stool beside her leg and how did she not notice it when she entered, she had no idea.
Nesta bended to take a closer look. The wooden piece had ribbons tied around its legs, various deep colors that blended elegantly. And on the top there was a large N drawn in the center with little heart shaped carvings scattered around it.
It was some days after she discovered her very surprising though admittedly very thoughtful gift and although she didnât breathe a word about it not to Feyre or Elain or even Alis. It kept nagging at her, her desire to find out who bought it almost unbearable.
Breathing deeply, she blew away the strand of her hair that kept falling from her bobby pin, heading for the storeroom.
âYou havenât even told her, yet?â
A male sigh echoed through the room. âNo, Mor.â
A brief period of silence settled between the two, and she felt her curiosity grew as she recognized the chirp lilt of Morriganâs voice and Cassian.
Her enemy slash fellow colleague slash barb trader slash sort of attractive friend of her sisterâs boyfriend who wasnât at all that attractive. Much.
âGoodness, should I come and personally drag you to her?â
He groaned, irritation thick in his tone. âMor.â
âHey, you try listening to yourself for the past two hours and then weâll talk.â
A biting edge accompanied Cassianâs next words âI didnât call you to be mocked.â
She heard Morrigan sigh, exasperation breaking through her usually cheerful demeanor and okay maybe she should be off doing something, anything except eavesdropping but sounded like too much of good blackmail material for her to simply walk away. âIâm not mocking you simply trying to help. Only youâre much too stubborn to recognize that.â
âI donât need help.â
âCassian, youâve had crush on Nesta for the past two years, you desperately need help.â
Nesta felt her eyes widening to a concerning degree at Morâs blatant declaration, grasping the doorâs handle tightly in disbelief.
âThere are no crushes of any kind involved,â Cassian said, embarrassed.
âYes and the little gift you left her is uttermost proof of that,â Mor retorted. âYou know what my friend, Iâm tired and going to sleep so if you donât mind, Iâll be off doing so.â
With a click the call ended and Nesta felt the breath she held release, the shock not quite dimming as she swallowed. Cassian who she fought with more times than she could count had taken the time to bring her - no make it looked like it was made - something that helped her. Cassian whom she denied any sort of attraction for, have harbored an infatuation for her almost as long as theyâd known each other.
She didnât know what particular feeling dominated that line of thought.
Hesitantly, she stood in front of the entrance, watching as the man in question closed his eyes and sighed before tensing. His eyes locked with hers and for a moment she saw a tinge of fright in his eyes but he hid it neatly behind his usual arrogant, teasing attitude.
âGood morning, Nesta, darli-â
âThank you,â she cut him before he could say anything else. (Sheâd get swept in the conversation and then never say those words and he needed to hear them, she needed to tell him.)
Nervous beyond what she deemed appropriate, she turned on her heels, forcibly calm.
klarolinestan replied to your post âSo I started reading acotar and even though the first chapters try to...â
Yes nesta is my queen and hands down she's the best female character i've read in ages.I love her sm
I mean I just started reading the books. I am at chapter 5 I think now? Anyway so far we only get Feyreâs pov that is not favorable towards Nesta but personally I find myself becoming more fond of Nesta. I mean out of everyone presented so far I like Nesta the most.
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Nessian prompt: "Nesta and Cassian hate each other, but after Mor handcuffs them together as a joke and loses the key, they have to spend a lot of time together. (Mor still has the key but lied) "
A/N: Here you are love! Hope you like it!Â
âThis is your fault.â Came the irritated voice directly nextto him.
For what seemed like the thousandth time in the 3 hours 38minutes and 17 seconds that Cassian had been handcuffed to one-Nesta Archeron,he sighed. Â Followed by his jaw setting intoan annoyed clench as he tried not to reach out and strangle her with the handthat was manacled to her own. It was a struggle.
âHow. On Earth. Is this my fault?â He ground out, chancing aglance over at the sulking figure next to him.
With her legs pulled up to her chest on the couch next tohim, she almost looked tiny when compared to the man she was currently strappedtoo.  But that was an illusion.  Many people didnât know that beneath the beaufitul,tight, perfectly dressed skin was a shrewish dragon that literally devoured menfor breakfast.  Well not literally. Thiswasnât the twilight zone, but Cassian seriously doubted there was anyone in theworld that would consider Nesta small. It was the looks that fooled you. The golden brown hair, the grey-blue eyes, the slight five seven frameâŠ.That assâŠ..
Her words dragged him from his rather dangerous train ofthought. âYouâreâŠ.. You.â
âEloquent.â Her eyes lowered into murderous slits.
âShut up.â She spat at him.
âI will if you do.â Silence fell between them and for theone thousandth and one-th time he sighed. He was going to kill Morrigan when hesaw her. Literally break her goddamn neck. He didnât care if theyâd beenfriends for 10 years, he didnât care that he was his Bossâs and best friendscousin, he didnât care that she was a female and he would most definitely getlife in prison. Â She was the one who hadlaughingly handcuffed two people who had hated each other to each other beforelaughingly remembering sheâd âlost the keyâ.
The woman deserved a thrashing.
Where the hell was Azriel when he needed him?
So three hours and over 100 attempts to free themselves hadturned up fruitless they were sitting on the couch, resigned to their fate. Â They were stuck together, at least until thelocksmith got there in the morning to free them.
And freedom it would certainly be. Â
Anything was preferable to being chained to this woman forany length of time. Â It was no wonder shedidnât have a boyfriend.
WaitâŠ
Did she?
He wanted to ask, but well⊠he knew better than to broachthat sort of subject. Nesta could grow fangs simply by asking her about theweather incorrectly, and with Cassian in particular, if you were simplystanding in the same room. Â
Sure she was gorgeous, and smarter than hell, and successfulas fuck, and goddamn terrifyingly protective of her sisters, and steadfastlyloyal, and had an incredible smile that could literally light up a New York Cityblock, and had a backside that could make lesser men fall to their knees weepat the sight of it, but did that make up the fact that she was an irritatingbint 99.99999999999999999% of the time?
Cassian wasnât going to answer that.
Because yes, she annoyed him, and irritated him, andfrustrated him beyond any measure of sanity he still managed to have aftermeeting her, he also couldnât help but respect the hell out of her for it.
She was a warrior, after all.
Just like him.
And he liked that about her.
Even though he hated her.
Not that heâd admitit.
To anyone. Ever.
âSo weâre going to be spending the night together?â He saidas casually as possible. He could see the flush stain her cheeks as he sprawledback against the arm of the couch, purposefully yanking her attached hand andjarring her out of the ball sheâd made of herself as physically far away fromhim as possible.
She gave him that look. The saucy one that made him burn from both fury and desire. Â The one that spoke of promises and taunts.The one that heâd only ever seen her give to him. Â The one he, if he was being honest and neverhad to admit it to anyone ever, craved. âNot even if you were the last man onEarth.â Her gaze flicked down to their hands, hanging between them, boundtogether only inches apart but not quite touching before moving back to thetelevision.
@getalittlecountry replied to your post âLast Call: Part IIâ
Omg I need more. Like they're so cute ïżœïżœ
Iâm so addicted to writing this story that i donât doubt more will come in a short period of time. trust me. My bby bat needs his fix of Nesta right away right?
@ellie276 replied to your post âLast Call: Part IIâ
Loved it! Please continue
I will! I promise! Thank you so much!
@klarolinestan replied to your post âLast Call: Part IIâ
Loved it.
thank you darling!
@propshophannah reblogged your post and added:
OMG. THE ENDING OF THIS. IM DEAD.
HAHAHA IâM NOT EVEN SORRY
@tonks-sexy-wink-at-harry reblogged your post and added:
My heart? Oh no, I donât need that silly old...
LET THE NESSIAN TAKE OVER. LET IT ALL TAKE OVER.
@sparkleywonderful reblogged your post and added:
I LOVED it!!!!
thank you my dear!
@a-court-of-throne-of-glass reblogged your post and added:
Have i ever told you that youâre one of my fav nessian fic authors đ
Ermagosh thank you~! Iâm trying to keep up the writing as much as possible during the last few weeks of my college semester so this means so much to me! Also I MAY be including some new short fics based upon a certain Nessian week that is coming up in December...Â
