Cee

A special post for #NestaWeek2026! I realized I hadn't shared any of my fanbinds here yet, so what better way to start than with this amazing story. Sharing on Nesta Week Day 7: Free Day because this fic has it all - good ol' dragon-fighting adventure, fierce and sweet romance, struggles between Fate and Choice and of course, chapter after chapter, Nesta's resilient character, unyielding in the face of any challenge.

@nestaarcheronweek

"Could You Love Me While I Hate Myself" - by @witch-and-her-witcher

Typeset and binding by me, with author permission.

In this beautiful story about resilience and learning to accept love, we see what would have happened if Nesta Archeron met Cassian, a young Illyrian warrior, during the War of the Wall. Nesta is a woman of action, who will not shy away from battle or marriage with an almost complete stranger if that's what it takes to protect her only remaining sister, Elain. But as she moves North to Illyria, she will find that the greatest battle she has yet to face is to accept the untamed, selfless love she never believed she deserved, both from her partner and her community.

(summary by me)

For this bind, I wanted to recreate the feeling of the Illyrian mountains, so I dared try my hand at painting once again. The cover material has a velvet-like touch that is quite rough for a paint brush, so I ended up not being able to draw the lines as fine as I'd like, but I'm still happy with the result. Simple white acryllic paint did the job :)

Chapter headers and title page were made in Canva. I particularly liked the imagery of "keep reaching out your hand", as canon-Amren said; one of my favorite character traits of this fic's Cassian is that he does just that without having to be told and without losing his personality. And we see Nesta gradually growing into accepting it not as pity or a demand of fate, but as the kindness she's always deserved.

Below are some of my favorite snippets from this fic, where we see Nesta's character is all its splendor: a mother's care and concern for her sister, and all the guilt that comes with believing she's not doing enough; the sense of duty that moves her to use whatever skills available to her to save her community; the soul-eating doubt about her self-worth; and her selfless love for her partner, the undying passion that she gives in to just because it's him.

The whole fic is free to read on AO3 here.

Materials and techniques:

Typeset on MS Word, graphics made in Canva.

Printed on 80gsm white paper on an inkjet Epson ET-2850 printer.

A5 folio, sewn on tapes with French link stitch

Case-bound using 2mm bookboard and covered in self-adhesive paper with velvet texture -> if you want to live a stress-free life, stay clear of this self-adhesive stuff at all costs, it's hell to glue on.

Cover painted with white acryllic paint.

Author name drawn with 3D effect liner paint for fabric.

Creator #38- @witch-and-her-witcher

Welcome back to Feysand Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

Today's creator highlight is writer @witch-and-her-witcher (or cee_darling on AO3).

Our multishipper icon, we are always thrilled when cee_darling dabbles in Feysand! Whether they're writing in canon or inventing an entire new universe, cee's Feyre and Rhys are stubborn, complicated, and hot as hell.

You can read the following works on their AO3 or Masterlist:

Spirit in Disguise

Feyre owes this male her life - and Rhys is going to squeeze every drop he can out of that life debt, whether he can remember accruing it or not.

dripping in gold

The salt and the sea and the breeze tugged on me, sang to me. She, she, she, each wave lapped.

And as if Rhys heard them, too, she inclined her head toward the clamshell on the dresser. “I know just what you desire, my darling Feyre.” With promise and clear intent, she purred, “I don’t need to be daemati to know what you fight within yourself.”

or

The feysand Summer Court bedroom scene but make it sapphic.

The Little Tiger

Nyx runs away from home. There's a misunderstanding between mother and son.

To give credit, I was actually Inspired by this post. I think I reblogged it like a year ago

Beron wasn’t raised in an abusive home and had no siblings. The former High Lord was a spoiled, old man obsessed with wealth and made reckless decisions that weakened Autumn. His mother indulged in luxury and parties, while Beron grew to despise what his once great court had become. Raised largely by his Mentor (whom he actually trusts), Beron was taught ruthlessness and strategy. He fought and led battles, traveled for knowledge, mastered magic, and admires a past High Lord from the Night court known as a conquerer and collected his journals while growing resentful of his own incompetent family.

In my version, the land still chooses its ruler from the high lord bloodline, but only those deemed worthy. Beron is sinister, brutal, and calculating while his cousin was far kinder, yet the magic chose Beron (right after murdering his father on his wedding night) because despite his cruelty the Autumn court actually thrives under his leadership. He doesn’t act on impulse but weighs benefits and consequences, making deals and decisions that satisfy other courts while strengthening his own. Through his strategy, Autumn‘s military (especially his assassins) became the strongest force in the land. His cousin on the other hand would’ve acted upon his emotions, the court would’ve not been so great under his leadership even if lesser fearies were given basic rights. He and his parents were later brutally murdered and Beron‘s mother shipped off to a land far away from Prythian.

Beron does care for his family in a twisted way. He doesn’t abuse to vent anger, instead only punishes whenever they threaten his image or plans. With the sons he sees as most worthy (like Eris), he either breaks them down through cruel lessons or includes them in his ‘special activities,’ like shooting at lesser faeries and mounting their heads as trophies to kill any trace of empathy (he only takes Eris and another son with him). He’s terrifying because he speaks softly, sometimes even like a real father, yet always cold. He would let his sons sit in his study while he works. Eris especially liked reading under his desk. Beron himself taught Eris how to manage his smokehounds. He allowed his kids to roam around as long as they didn’t break anything as kids (except for Lucien. He barely acknowledged his existence). His wife couldn’t complain either despite his eerie, suffocating presence that made her nervous, but other than that they did have full, easing conversations (before he discovered her affair).

I‘m not sure if Eris is the eldest in canon but he isn’t in my remake. His father always considered him among the ‚worthy’ and though Eris didn’t grew up with a loving father and often silently questioned him, he treasure certain moments and always tried to impress him (all his sons tried so), until the eldest died. That’s when Beron shifted his focus onto Eris and he finally understood why his brother had been so cold and detached. Granted, Eris didn’t become like his brother, but he‘s an arrogant and conflicted asshole now. His father mentally messed him up that Eris believes he might be like his father. He can’t bring himself to take over the throne because he loves and hates Beron so much at the same time, it’s tormenting him.

Just two boys out at the farmers market. 🏳️‍⚧️

BUT YOUR DEVLON IS SO HOT WTF 😭