#nessriel

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Do you think Az will join them?

Hello @wishcamper !! I'm so excited to reveal my gift for you this year for the @acotargiftexchange

I hope you enjoy these three troublemakers as much as I did

Non shadow version under the cut

[shadowdaddies]

Your Nesta fic was so hot but imagine this: being in a quad with Az, Cass, and Nesta and Nesta punishing you in front of them 😫

I- this is so hot I need to get some fresh air

The Dilemma

Nesta x Reader x Azriel x Cassian

warnings: pure smut, oral f!receiving, edging, pussy spanking, bondage, use of strap-on, cockwarming, p in v sex

“You still don’t want to talk?” Nesta purred, her soft voice low and teasing, at odds with how tightly she bound the silk ties around your wrists.

Your entire body flushed with embarrassment and arousal at the position, completely bare as you knelt on the mattress facing where Cassian and Azriel were seated.

Nesta’s nails raked up your sides, pulling your back to her chest as she pinched your nipples harshly, twisting and pulling. “I know it was one of them who decided to use you to tease me. I smell both of them on you.”

A hand slid down your front, palm flat as she inched closer to your throbbing core. She paused, hand hovering over where you needed her most. Soft lips brushed the shell of your ear, tongue flicking out before whispering her taunt. 

“You know you deserve to be punished. Sending your pleasure down the bond like that, making it impossible for me to focus on training,” she growled the last words, unable to control her own frustrations. “But if you tell me whose idea it was, I’ll lessen your punishment.”

Cassian and Azriel sat straight in their chairs, both still naked from your earlier actions. Like you, they knew better than to push Nesta any further, lest they worsen their own punishments. 

A harsh slap to your pussy sent a jolt through you, a small yelp escaping your lips at the sting of Nesta’s hand. You were really in for it tonight, but you forced your gaze toward the ceiling to avoid giving away who had started all of this. Azriel.

He’d come home from mission, eager to touch you despite Nesta telling you and Cassian to wait for her to join you. As much as you tried to wait, you burned for Azriel’s touch, his hazel eyes glowing with desire impossible to resist. 

Both you and Cassian knew that whatever Nesta might do  to punish you, was nothing compared to what the shadowsinger would have in store if you ratted him out. 

And now, you lay bare and bound before all of them, arousal dripping onto the sheets as Nesta made a display of your humiliation. “I guess you will get all of my attention then... As you so desperately craved.”

A delicate hand wound around your hair, eliciting a whimper from you as the valkyrie yanked your head back, forcing your back to arch, neck exposed. 

“Please, Nes. I’m sorry. It was me,” you breathed, tears already welling behind your eyes from the pure need to have her hands on you. 

She laughed softly behind you, the sound devoid of humor as she ran a hand along your inner thighs, feather-light touch leaving you careening against her hold. 

“We both know it wasn’t you pet,” she murmured, teeth grazing your throat. Without warning, she plunged two fingers into your heat, curling and twisting while her thumb swiped at your clit.

Pathetic moans left you, the scent of arousal growing heady in the room as a groan escaped Cassian. Brow furrowed, your jaw hung open in ecstasy as the coil wound tighter. 

Pussy clenching around Nesta’s fingers, you mumbled a warning that you were close - only for her to pull her hand away. You’d hardly registered the shock when Nesta stuffed her hand into your mouth, long fingers wet with your own slick. 

“Suck,” she ordered, the hand holding your hair pushing you forward to take her further into your mouth. A whine escaped you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought the instinct to look at either of the males in front of you.

“Good pet,” Nesta cooed as you sucked her digits eagerly, her own silver eyes not focused on you at all, but Azriel’s shadows that oscillated with need and irritation.

Slipping her fingers from your mouth, Nesta’s hands moved to your hips, quickly flipping you onto your back, hands awkwardly bound beneath you. 

“Azriel, you may lend some shadows,” Nesta purred with a wicked smile, golden brown hair falling out of her braid as she lowered herself over your puffy clit. Tongue flicked out just as shadows began twining over your body, soft touches driving you mad with need.

“More, please,” you begged, tears falling down as Azriel’s shadows worked in tandem with Nesta’s tongue, all of them lapping lazily at your most sensitive parts as you were held on the edge of orgasm.

“You know what to do if you want this to stop,” she crooned, tongue prodding at your entrance to emphasize her power over you.

“I- I can’t,” you sobbed, eyes rolling back as cool shadows pinched your nipples. You felt Nesta’s presence pull away before another smack landed against your pussy.

“Fine, then.” Once again, you were flipped around like a doll, this time your ass in the air, face awkwardly pressed to the sheets as you were forced to look at where Cassian and Azriel sat. Their cocks were painfully hard and leaking, both males’ wings practically twitching as they struggled to stay put.

The sound of a drawer opening and closing sounded from behind you, pussy clenching around nothing in reaction when you realized what was coming.

Nesta’s strap snapped onto her hips, her cock sliding lazily up and down your abused pussy. Rocking against her, you silently pleaded for her to take you. Hard or soft, fast or slow - you didn’t care anymore.

With one swift thrust, Nesta’s cock was fully inside of you, stretching your walls with a painful pleasure. Hands gripped your waist firmly, her hips snapping against yours at a brutal pace like never before. 

A hand landed harshly on your ass, the sting eliciting a scream from your lips as your legs shook beneath you. “Come on, love. Tell me whose idea it was, and I’ll let you cum,” Nesta cooed, unrelenting in her pace.

You couldn’t stop yourself, eyes flicking to Azriel’s in a desperate attempt for mercy, a bargain, anything. Immediately, Nesta stilled behind you, and as Azriel’s gaze flicked to hers, you knew that you’d given him away.

“I knew it,” Nesta scoffed, pulling out of you before releasing your binds. Azriel thrummed with anger, eyes darting to yours in silent promise that confirmed what you already knew: you were now in for a much worse punishment.

“Get up,” Nesta commanded, voice breezy and calm as she smacked your ass. You fumbled to stand, holding onto the edge of the mattress for support as your legs failed to hold you up.

“I- I didn’t...” you fumbled for words, searching Nesta with pleading eyes. 

Cruel amusement shone in her silver gaze, which never left yours as she crooked a finger, beckoning Cassian to her. “Cassian, on the bed,” she ordered. “And you,” she growled, “on Azriel’s cock.”

“Do not move,” Nesta directed at Azriel and you, and you understood what she meant. You lowered yourself to Azriel’s cock, his hands holding you firmly on his hips as he filled you so deeply.

“Now you’ll watch Cassian fuck me, while I think about what to do about the both of you,” the valkyrie purred, lowering to her knees and elbows just how you’d been minutes prior while Cassian lined up behind her.

“I hope you know how much trouble you’re in,” Azriel breathed, his gravelly voice sending a chill down your spine. 

You watched Nesta’s face, pure bliss at the feeling of Cassian inside of her and you clenched around Azriel’s cock. No words came from the shadowsinger, but his grip tightened on your hips as shadows began to twine up your legs. 

Heart thundering in your chest, you whined as you made eye contact with Nesta on the bed, bracing yourself for the long night ahead of you.

[tsunami-of-tears]

Subtle

Azriel x Reader, Nesta x Reader, Nessian

Summary: Reader and Nesta have a crush on each other but aren’t sure if they should make a move.

A/N: WHY DO I KEEP MAKING CASSIAN SUCH A SUB??  I’m getting so hyped for poly!+ ACOTAR week!! I have so many drafts on the go rn

Wordcount: 1.2K

Warnings: Female Reader; Mostly fluff; Slightly sexual themes; Mention of cuck!Cassian (he’s so hot for that); Poly! relationship

Sharing their bed was nothing new to Cassian and Nesta, often inviting both males and females to join them. 

Cassian didn’t often get jealous, in fact - he quite enjoyed when Nesta would seek out other males. The only rule was that he wanted to watch.

Cassian was willing to give Nesta her privacy when it came to females. He understood that it was a different kind of intimacy. On occasion, Nesta would allow an audience. If Cassian was lucky, he’d be invited to join in. 

The couple were getting ready to head out to Rita’s with the rest of the Inner Circle. There was nothing out of the ordinary about tonight, except for Nesta’s growing feelings for their friend, Y/N. 

Nesta pauses in front of the mirror, trying to calm her racing mind. Her hair was styled in her signature coronet, and her sleek black dress perfectly hugged her figure.

Cassian walks up behind Nesta, admiring his mate as he slides his arms around her waist and kisses her tenderly on the cheek. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks, concern lacing his voice. 

“I’m nervous about tonight. About seeing Y/N,” She admits. 

Cassian gives Nesta a small, reassuring smile, moving his hands to rest on her hips. “I wondered when this was going to come up. I noticed your affection towards her has grown. I just want you to be happy, my love.”

Nesta turns in Cassian’s arms to face him. “I know,” She says. “But I can’t tell if she feels the same. And I have no idea if Az will be okay with it.”

Cassian ponders her statement. “Do you want me to try broaching the topic with him?” He asks. 

“I know it’s not your strong suit, but please try and be subtle. I don’t want to ruin things between us.” 

“Sweetheart, subtle is my middle name,” Cassian grins widely. 

————

At Rita’s, Cassian, Azriel and Rhys are sat at their signature booth with glasses of whiskey in hand. The females are off dancing together; Mor with Feyre, and Nesta with Y/N.

Y/N throws her head back at something Nesta says, her melodic laughter barely heard over the music. The pair hold hands and spin around together, completely ignorant of the people around them.

Cassian watches his mate and her friend with a small smile. He would give anything to make Nesta happy. He takes a big sip of his drink before inclining his head towards Azriel. “Has Y/N ever expressed interest in females before?”

Rhys eyes his brothers, opting to stay quiet and see where this conversation is going. Azriel smirks and arches a brow. “Huh, why do you want to know that?” He asks.

Cassian shrugs, failing at his attempt to seem casual. “I was just wondering,” He says cooly. 

“That’s a funny thing to wonder about my mate,” Azriel goads, “I’d ask the same about yours, but we both know the answer to that question.”

Rhys coughs, raising his hand to his mouth to keep his drink from spraying across the table.

Cassian sighs, “You know you’re a prick, right?”

“You can tell Nesta to make her move,” Azriel says with a wink.

————

Y/N extends a hand, bowing to Nesta as a slow ballad starts to play throughout the hall. “Will you join me for this dance, milady?” She asks, each word laced with giggles now that the faewine has taken effect. 

Nesta takes her hand, bowing in return. “I would be delighted,” she replies. 

They both smile as they hold each other in a close embrace, swaying to the music. At this proximity, Y/N can’t avoid looking into Nesta’s eyes, and she risks a glance down to her lips. 

Only for a second, but long enough that Nesta caught it. 

Nesta’s lips curl upwards slightly and she tilts her head closer to Y/N’s.

“You don’t have to be shy with me,” Nesta murmurs as her gaze drops to Y/N’s mouth. Rather than quickly averting her eyes, Nesta lingers, taking in the soft curves - wondering how they’ll feel, what they’ll taste like. 

Y/N’s heart pounds and the music fades into a dull roar as she stands still in her embrace with Nesta. The moment she’d thought about since the two first met was finally reality. 

Their bodies fit together even better than Y/N had dreamed. They move in time, close enough to feel the others’ breath on their face. 

Just a little bit more, that’s all it would take to close that gap, and maybe ruin their friendship. 

Y/N doesn’t have to decide as Nesta chooses for her. She surges forward, pressing her soft lips to Y/N’s in a sweet kiss. 

It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make Y/N’s blood heat.

They part, breathing unevenly, Y/N bites her lower lip as she looks up into Nesta’s steel-blue eyes. “Do it again,” Y/N pants. 

Nesta gently holds Y/N’s cheek as their lips meet again. It’s tender and unhurried, but it’s clear that Nesta is the one in control. Her tongue slips between Y/N’s lips, exploring and claiming her mouth. 

They part for air, resting forehead against forehead and continue to sway to the music. They both smile shyly, cheeks flushed pink, not noticing anyone but each other. 

They dance for a few more songs together before heading back to their booth for a drink. Azriel wraps his arm around Y/N as she slips into the seat beside him. 

Y/N blushes furiously as a rather pleased-looking Nesta takes the seat opposite her, next to Cassian. 

Cassian uses the bond to speak to Nesta, ‘That wasn’t exactly subtle.’

Nesta replies with the mental image of her making a vulgar gesture. 

————

After calling it a night, Y/N heads home with Azriel, walking hand in hand along the Sidra. 

They stop at the end of the Rainbow, admiring the display of colours. Azriel takes Y/N’s other hand and kisses her lovingly. “Did you have fun tonight, my love?” Azriel asks, his lips curled into a soft small. 

Y/N grips his hands tighter as she blushes again, and looks down at their feet. She had been harbouring feelings for Nesta from the moment they met. Azriel picked up on them fairly quickly through the bond. Though Y/N did her best to hide them, she couldn’t cover up just how alive the female made her feel. 

Azriel gently lifts her chin so their eyes meet. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear before running his thumb over her cheek. “No need to be shy, my love. You already had my blessing. I am happy for you.”

Y/N looks up at her mate with wide eyes, silver tears threatening to spill over the edge. “Are you sure?” She asks.

“Of course,” Azriel kisses her softly, “If Nesta brings you more happiness, how can I deny you that? And besides, this” —he points at her chest, over her heart— “has so much love in it. There’s not any less for me if you give some to Nesta as well.” 

Y/N wraps her arms tightly around Azriel, inhaling the scent of him, feeling the firmness of his body in her arms. “I love you so much.” She murmurs into the crook of his neck.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Azriel says, kissing the top of her head. 

[acourtofkindness]

This fandom wouldn’t be the same without you two and the friendship you share. We're so lucky to have you both, your amazing posts, and the joy you bring to the community. Thank you for everything you do! And thank you for being here!

Here are just a few of their stories, but I highly recommend exploring all of their works!

The Soft Heart & The Shadow (Azris, @acourtofladydeath) Take These Broken Wings (Nessian, Nessriel, @acourtofladydeath)

Wild Nights - Wild Nights! (Emorie, @secret-third-thing) I Want to Believe (Azris, @secret-third-thing)

Also thank you for everything you do with the celebration weeks yoh hosted!!

*divider by tsunami-of-tears

[polyacotarweek]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 Masterlists

Day 1: Beginnings

Day 2: Comfort

Day 3: Secrets

Day 4: Adventure

Day 5: Favorite Tropes

Day 6: Celebration

Day 7: Free Day

Creator Masterlists

ACourtofLadyDeath

chunkypossum

danikamariewrites

nocasdatsgay

starfall-spirit

tsunami-of-tears

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

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Poly Week Masterlist

Happy Poly Week! @polyacotarweek Links will be added to the fic posts as the days pass. Please heed the content warnings on the fic post. All fics can be read as a stand alone.

You are responsible for what content you consume.

I made a key to give an idea of what to expect:

❤️‍🔥- smut

✨-fluff

🥀- slight emotional/mental angst (all stories have happy endings)

Day One Beginnings: And Then There Were Three

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: You are invited to the Autumn celebrations as an emissary of Dawn. The High Lord’s mate invites you to meet him after the party is over. Alternatively: The night the mating bond snapped. Pairing: Azriel/Eris/Reader ❤️‍🔥

Day Two Comfort: Even High Lords Need a Break

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: Eris is over working himself. You and Azriel decide to make him take the hounds for a walk. Pairing: Azriel/Eris/Reader ✨🥀

Day Three Secrets: Spring Time Affairs

Flora (OC) likes to rile her husband up, especially if it means she gets to play with Elain in the process. Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain ❤️‍🔥

Day Four Adventure: Sharing is Caring

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: Azriel has a surprise for you after the ball at Hewn City. The surprise is Rhysand and Feyre. Pairings: Azriel/Eris/Reader, Feysand, Reader/Feyre, Azriel/Rhysand ❤️‍🔥

Day Five Favorite Tropes: The Siren’s Song

Nesta Cassian and Azriel go to the middle to investigate an illegal trade route that is involved in some assaults in the Court of Nightmares. But instead of a headquarters they stumble upon the very field that’s being harvested. CW for Sex Pollen Pairing: Cassian/Azriel/Nesta ❤️‍🔥🥀

Day Six Celebration: The Rite of Spring

A Spring Time Affairs fic. A Calanmai fic. Tamlin and Flora complete the rite, going to find their loves once it is done and the next day help with cleaning up the festivities. Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain ❤️‍🔥

Day Seven Free Day: Baby of Mine

A Spring Time Affairs Fic: After Calanmai and forgetting to take the tea, Flora is pregnant. The problem is, she doesn’t know if Tamlin or Lucien is the father. CW Pregnancy Pairing: Tamlin/OC/ Elain/Lucien✨🥀

[acourtofladydeath]

What are 5 fics on your tbr right now?

Oooo this is such a good question! These are the fics that I'm itching to read as soon as I can give them the time they deserve:

Ultima Ex Nobis - Nessian AU by @fieldofdaisiies

I seriously can't believe I haven't read it already but I'm going to inhale this as soon as I can. I love an AU and this post-apocalyptic Prythian set up sounds so detailed and intriguing!

Heart of Velaris Series by @whisperingmidnights

I'm so excited to start this series. I love fics that expand on canon and build out the environment. Plus this author has hit me in the FEELS SO HARD ALREADY and I can't wait for more.

Blood in the Wine by @secret-third-thing

I have actually already read some of this fic and I'm SO READY to dive into the rest. I love the world building and Gianna is such a babe and I'm so excited for her journey. There's so much complexity in this story and gods above it deserves ALL the attention. I seriously can't wait to spend more time with the Vanserra's as well.

Come Hel or High Lord by @chunkypossum

I'm so excited for this one because it explores the ENTIRE MAASVERSE. You've got Azris, Rowaelin, Nessian, Feysand, and the house of wind all featured in one place. I'm so damn excited to get deeper into this fic.

I Miss You (When The Lights Go Out) by greenvelvet_couture on AO3

Nessriel with sexual AND emotional intimacy? That's all you need to say, I'm immediately there. I can't wait to read this one.

There are SO MANY OTHER FICS that I want and need to read, but if I have to only pick 5 these are the top 5 and I'm so excited for them. I think you should be too.

[temperedink]

my favourite ACOTAR fic by authors not on tumblr

I wanted to give some love to stories that aren't often mentioned on Tumblr and don't get reblogged over and over because their writers don't have accounts here. (I also just want more people to read some of my faves and scream about them with me.)

A Court of Ash and Sunlight by aturner1205 (Elucien; complete)

This Elucien fic had me on the edge of my seat and making up wild theories while it was posting. (I was incredibly wrong in said wild theories.) Elain and Lucien start to get to know each other better when they both are mourning her father on his birthday, and she confesses to him that she's never felt their bond. They're getting closer, and then Lucien is sent off on a dangerous mission, there's an accidental pregnancy, and Koschei after the Archerons. Tons of twists and turns here!

Fury and Siren by hurricane (next-gen; complete)

Next-gen fics where the kids are already adults are sometimes a hard sell, but these two interconnected stories get you deeply invested in Nyx and his cousins (their parents are all still around too). The first one is Nyx and an Illyrian shadowsinger (hmmm...) who's secretly been avenging abused and clipped Illyrian females, and the second is Nessian's son Caden and the only female Darkbringer who's been sent to assassinate him. These boys are definitely their fathers' sons, with their charm and flirting, but their partners do not let them rest on their privilege.

I Miss You (When the Lights Go Out), I Want to Taste the Way That You Bleed, and I Am Done With My Graceless Heart by greenvelvet_couture (Nessriel; ongoing series)

Soooo much Nessriel smut that kicks off when Azriel returns from a mission injured and Nessian want to take care of him (physically first, then sexually). Also a lot about Nesta training her post-ACOSF powers and the dangers that go along with that. But the author is VERY dedicated to the smut, bless her. Part 2 has just started and picks up with Bryce in the Night Court.

A Long Way Down by becauseofreading (Nessian; ongoing)

This one is a tough read, but it does a beautiful job of showing the recovery process from trauma and a suicide attempt. Nesta is suicidal and has deeply convinced herself of her unworthiness. Cassian is taken to task for his treatment of her and the words he's levelled at his mate, and the Valkyries, Azriel, and Elucien rally around her as she tries to heal and love herself with proper therapy. Cassian is ashamed of his treatment of her and is allowed in to help her heal if he doesn't upset her.

Where You Used to Lay Your Head by loveL (Gwynriel; complete)

This one is a bit of a time mindfuck, so you have to just accept that the Archerons and the Valkyries were born much earlier than they were in canon. Sixty years ago, Azriel and Gwyn were happy in their secret 20-year relationship (the IC knew he had a partner, but didn't know who she was) when suddenly Gwyn up and left him. Now she's back in the Night Court with Nesta and Emerie after creating the Valkyries in the Day Court, and Azriel is finally going to try to find out what happened that made Gwyn leave and stay away for so long.

Forgive Me, A Court of Shadow and Smoke, and The High Lady, the Shadowsinger, and the Omega, Part 1 and Part 2 by darcyshandflex (Elucien, Azris, next-gen; ongoing)

This epic series starts with Elucien and explaining why Elain has avoided him for so long--but now she's ready to fight for him. In A Court of Shadow and Smoke, we have omegaverse!Azris finally getting together (Azriel's the alpha, Eris is the omega) and all of the emotional and political issues that causes. The final two parts span 30+ years with Azris raising their three girls. When the girls are adults, their future partners are discovered, and that has long-lasting impacts on multiple courts in Prythian. This one is still ongoing, and apparently the final part is going to be sad and I'm not ready for it.

And here are three writers I would have included on this list who have since gotten on Tumblr (I procrastinated on writing this post for THAT long, but they were on the original draft!):

A Little Bit of Light Reading by @infinitefolklore (Elucien; complete)

One of my all-time favourite ACOTAR stories that I have reread a bajillion times. Elain and Lucien are alone at the townhouse and start flirting, which leads to other things, including library sex, a sorta blood duel, a reconciliation, a solstice sex party in the Summer Court, PLUS a threesome near the end, as a little treat.

I Can Wait For You at the Bottom by MissFreakingFortune/ @missfckingfortune (Elucien; ongoing)

Listen, if you're not reading this super-sexy modern Elucien rockstar second-chance romance, I don't know what you're doing with your life. Elain and Lucien were high school sweethearts who had their lives together all planned out, until Lucien left to chase his rockstar dreams. Ten years later, he's returned home for Beron's funeral and once they're back in each other's orbit, they both can't stay away. Lucien is determined to win her back, but Elain is much more wary, even though the attraction is definitely still there. There's also a great big bro Eris, and Mama Vanserra finally has her freedom from Beron so she can maybe start something up again with hot French professor Helion...and also tell him about their child, who is also going to need to know about his true parentage.

Phoenix Rising by Vivienne1412/ @annaskareninas (Elucien; complete)

I need you to drop everything and go read this fic. Yes, NOW. No, I'll wait.

Beron has seized control over all of Prythian and has either killed or exiled all of High Lords and other powerful fae (Feysand and Nyx are in the Hewn City dosed with faebane everyday; Nessian escaped to Hybern). The humans have also gathered enough power that they're a dangerous threat to the fae. Elain has been working as a nurse for the fae resistance efforts, and her latest patient is the long-thought-dead Lucien, the only free heir of any of the High Lords. They go on the run to protect him, as there's a prophecy about him that makes him the last hope to defeat Beron and Autumn for good, and shore up support from the Continent to get a fighting force. This is an incredibly well-written fantasy story with crazy-high stakes and DRAGONS. Go read it.

[fieldofdaisiies]

for @polyacotarweek day 7: Free Day ✨ warnings: explicit content MDNI

Nesta, almost gingerly, steps inside the warm confines of the wooden space, wisps of steam gently coiling around her legs, embracing her like a warm and soft fur coat. With one hand still resting on the wooden door, she inhales deeply, greeted by a mixture of scents. The air is rich with the earthy aroma of herbs mingling with a hint of musk that beckons her further into the birchin. 

This is not new territory. They have done this before. A few times — many times. Their bodies moving against each other, with each other. Azriel taking her from behind while Cassian claims her mouth or them switching places and all sorts of other positions that allowed the three of them to come together, to find the purest of pleasure in their shared moments.

But even though the three of them have already shared a bed many times before, every time they do it again is just as exciting as the first time — nerve-wrecking and absolutely delicious. The males never leave her unsatisfied, always treat her exactly how she deserves to be treated – she is their queen, and they are her loyal servants. 

Nesta’s heartbeat is a steady pounding within her, her skin prickling with anticipation, damp heat pooling between her thighs when the musky scent of the two males truly seeps into her nostrils — arousal and sweat. She feels like she is walking on clouds when she takes two steps forward, like the steam is carrying her, making her feel weightless. 

Nesta’s lips curl, all her senses becoming hyper aware of what is about to happen when she strokes two fingers down the length of her arm. She tips her head back, long hair shifting over her shoulders and then draws in a deep inhale, the cool, crispy air still creeping in from the half-closed door, sharpening her senses. 

Her blood heats, skin tightening, and she lowers her chin, eyes already glazed over with desire, opening to a sight that makes her mouth water and her lips part. 

In all his naked glory, Cassian, his hair falling in loose waves over his broad shoulders adorned with swirls of black ink and coated in a film of sweat, sits in a sprawl on the a bench on the left side of the birchin. 

Nesta‘s chest heaves with a deep inhale when she meets his eyes, twin flames of lust burning in them. “Nes,” he drawls.

The corner of her mouth kicks up and she turns to look to the other side of the birchin. Cruel, stunning beauty is the only way she can describe the shadowsinger, casually leaning against the wall, scarred hands braced on his thighs, equally nude as her mate, eyes darkened with desire.

“We‘ve been expecting you,” Cassian drawls. The corner of his mouth kicks up when Nesta‘s gaze brushes him again. “Patiently waiting for our queen.”

“Thank you for having me.” A curtsey that makes all of them chuckle follows, heat now settling into every cell of her body; of course not only caused by the birchin, but by the males occupying it.

Her lids close, lips parting, excitement sparking within her, blossoming within her chest just like pure lust and passion. Desire.

“Sit,” Cassian beckons, slowly patting his strong thigh and she follows, striding to him with the grace of a Valkyrie warrior, each step elegant and coordinated, letting Cassian and Azriel see exactly what they should see, especially when she drops the towel. 

It lands on the wooden floor and is forgotten in the next moment.

Once she stands between her mates thighs, she bends down to kiss him, offering the perfect view of her ass to Azriel who groans at the sight presented to him.

“Don’t tease, Nes,” Azriel drawls and rises from the bench. “Your mate told you to sit, so be a good girl and follow his order.” He moves into the middle of the toom, wings spread behind his back. “Sit. Your front facing me.”

She does as told, turning swiftly, then sitting down.

Cassian’s hands slide around her waist, slowly, delicately until he grabs her breasts, kneading them so softly one could forget he is a warrior. She gasps at him pinching her nipples, her hips jolting in response.

“Sweetheart,” Cassian purrs into her hair, watching how his brother nears them, gracefully moving towards them, shadows swirling around him.

Cassian’s mouth waters, at the sight of Azriel, his cock, thick and long, between his legs, and the feel of Nesta’s hot, damp skin against his own. Her skin is so soft, and he loves to hold her, squeeze and knead and taste every small part of her. 

Azriel stops before them, and time stands still for a split second until he reaches out his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind Nesta‘s ear.

“Nes.” Azriel’s velvety voice is nothing more than a purr when he says her name. He lowers his hand and grasps her chin between his scarred thumb and index finger, tilting it up so her hooded gaze meets his.

“Tell me, Nes,” he breathes, holding eye-contact. “Are you a good girl?” A smirk spreads over his face. “Are you our good girl?”

The Valkyrie swallows thickly. Her desire is so acute, she almost wants to moan. Wetness slicks between her thighs and if she only lifts herself up, Cassian could slide his hard length into her. His hard length that now so deliciously presses against her ass. But she has to wait. Until she is allowed to do so. Until Az allows it.

Nesta slowly bows her head, or tries to. Azriel clicks his tongue, still holding onto her chin. “Words, Nes. Use your words. Let us hear your pretty voice.”

His eyes by now are also glazed over with desire, dark and endless. 

“I am,” she says in a breathy but steady voice and a contented chuckle parts Azriel’s lips.

 “Then make my brother feel good. Let him bury his cock in your pretty cunt, and ride him.”

Azriel strokes his thumb down to her jaw, brings his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Simultaneously, Cassian uses both his strong hands to lift her up, positioning her so that he can easily slide into her. Cassian’s eyes roll back in his head at the first contact, slowly sliding into her, her drenched walls hugging him so perfectly — she is made for him. They fit perfectly. 

Nesta rolls her hips, working herself down the last bit of him, and exhales harshly once fully seated.

Cassian‘s broad hands hold onto her hips, guiding her, helping her lift herself up, before sinking down again. They fall into a perfect rhythm of giving and receiving, each roll of her hips perfectly met by one of his thrusts.

Satisfaction curls through him, a purely male hum making his chest rumble. Nesta‘s arches her back, hands reaching forward to hold onto her mate, her nails denting the skin on Cassian‘s thighs.

“Ride him, sweetheart,” Azriel drawls. “And make yourself come.” It’s about her pleasure. Always.

Cassian groans and then curls one broad hand around the base of her throat, pulling her to him. His teeth sink into the crook of her shoulder, tongue dragging slowly over her flushed and damp skin. “And make my brother feel just as good, sweetheart.”

Her head tips back a little more, moaning at the stretch her mate‘s cock is causing her. Each thrust makes her feel every glorious inch of him, and she knows she is already close to the edge, almost ready to fall. To explode.

Cassian’s hand drops again, fingers caressing her hip. The way her body rolls against his is close to divinity. 

Nesta‘s legs braced on either side of his strong thighs, she arches her back, Cassian‘s hand gliding up her damp back, fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. She rides him deliciously slowly, each roll of her hips is met with a deep thrust from Cassian‘s side, and when he pulls on her hair, her lips part, opening for the shadowsinger. He strokes himself twice, smirking down at her, at her eyes, glazed-over with desire. Then tips the crown of his cock against her mouth, precome coating her lower lip.

She opens further up for the shadowsinger, greedily sucking the broad tip into her mouth, moaning around him.

The first swirl of her tongue around the tip of him, makes Azriel close his eyes for a small moment. His scarred hand slides to the back of her head, fisting her hair, guiding her. “Fuck, Nes,” he groans when she takes him deeper, simultaneously increasing the pace of her hips moving against her mate’s.

Azriel’s heated look meets Cassian, and a grin spreads over both their faces. That’s it — that’s fucking it. Her fantasy that once became their fantasy as well, and now reality.

This is real and nothing has ever felt that good. That right. All three of them work perfectly together, know exactly what the others want and desire, and perfectly meet their needs, tend to them.

“More,” Nesta says, voice muffled, lips fastening around Azriel‘s cock again. She sucks him deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks so she can accommodate the broad length of him better. She pushes harder against Cassian in the same moment, wanting him to take her harder, fuck her how she is used to be be taken by him.

Both males comply, following her lead. Azriel’s cock hits the back of her throat, the same exact moment, Cassian drives his length so deep into her, she can feel a bulge in her lower belly, and flecks of white and black spark in front of her vision.

She brings up her hands, looking at Azriel through her lashes, and sees how a wicked grin spreads over his handsome face. She places her hands on him, now also taking care of the part her mouth can’t reach, playing with him, stimulating him to the fullest. She feels how his cock twitches inside her mouth, the muscles in his abdomen and his thighs flexing.

Once they have fallen into a perfect rhythm, everything around them fades into insignificance — minutes pass. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Millenia. They are caught in a frenzied sensation, a haze full of heat, desire and passion, so pungent and strong, they feel like they are getting lost in one another. 

The sound of two bodies moving against one another fills the air, accompanied by low guttural groans, purely male moans, gasps and soft gagging noises whenever Azriel’s cock hits the back of her mouth. 

The two Illyrians are fucking into her with the strength of Illyrian warriors, but never in a way to hurt her, to make her feel like an object. It is about her pleasure, first and foremost all, always. 

Cassian’s hand, the one not holding onto her hip, sensually slides around her waist, thumb finding the tight bud at the apex of her thighs with ease. Nesta arches her back, crying out, the sound muffled and choked, when her mate’s broad thumb presses down on her swollen clit. He starts to tub, toying with her clit, knowing she is close to the edge. 

Her walls tighten around his cock, and release also gathers in his own spine.

When he lifts his gaze off his beautiful mate, Cassian can see how Azriel’s body goes stiff as well — all three of them are close, and they will let go together, fall over the edge together. Explode.

Cassian hits home one more time, one powerful thrusts that sends his mate over the edge, a gurgled scream leaving her. Just like Azriel, he follows her right over the edge. He sloppy continues to fuck into her, letting her ride out her high, guiding her by her hips, while swallows around Azriel, drinking down his hot seed before removing her swollen lips with a plop. 

Azriel chases her lips, smashing his own against hers, kissing her deeply, tasting himself. Her soul has left her body long ago, she is caught in a haze, her vision blurry, blood rushing in her eyes, almost like sweet oblivion, satisfaction and pleasure still washing over her in big, tidal waves. Her limbs are like jelly, limb and tingly, but then she finds herself wedged between the two males when Azriel brings in his best friend for a kiss. 

He kisses Cassian with the same fever, the same desire he kissed her. She slides her hands around Azriel, squeezing his ass, and feels how his muscles tense. 

They are breathless for a moment, solely staring at one another. Cassian gently lifts Nesta up, but her legs are too wobbly to stand so she slumps against him. “That was perfect,” she breathes and folds a hand over her sweat-glazed forehead, a contented smile on her lips. 

“Oh, Nes,” Azriel drawls, leaning down so his scarred thumb can stroke over flushed cheek. “We are only getting started.”

Every move that follows is coordinated without any more conversation passing between them. Everyone knows exactly what to do, where to move, until Azriel says, “Your sweet cunt now needs some extra care, sweetheart. Cass, do her the favour.”

Devouring his mate sounds like music in the general’s ear and so he wastes no moment to attach his lips to her aching centre, once again dripping with arousal and laps at it. Her back bows off the bench, the sound that leaves her mouth like music in Azriel and Cassian’s ears. 

“Ass up, Cass, let me make you feel good.” The general doesn’t have to be told twice, following Azriel’s order immediately. Some massage oil, discarded in the birchin, serves as lube and once again the three of them come together, becoming a symphony of movements and noises, obscene and sensual.

Every thrust of Azriel into Cassian, drives the general’s tongue deeper into his mate’s wet heat, thumb toying with her aching clit, his other broad hand, kneading her breast. 

“Fuck,” Nesta shouts, head whipping from one side to the other, one hand holding onto the bench beneath her, the other fisting her mate’s hair. Seeing how Azriel, his large wings spread wide behind his broad shoulders adorned with inked swirls, moves behind her mate, in him, is a sight for sore eyes and truly the most erotic thing she has ever seen. Her gaze, glazed-over and heavy-lidded, lands on Cassian, grabbing, stroking himself and with a moan and the image imprinted on her mind, she throws her head back. 

It is the heat of the room and the act they are taking part in that makes her feel oblivious, white flecks appearing in front of her vision. She is so close, and when her mate spears his tongue into her once more, she shatters. 

Her cry of pure bliss and pleasure hollows off the walls in the birchin, reverberating through their bodies and is the last thing before the damn breaks. Azriel follows right after Nesta, and Cassian only a moment after. 

“Nothing will ever feel like this,” Cassian breathes. 

“No one,” Azriel repeats, and slowly pulls out, wiping a hand over his forehead, brushing back a few damp curls. 

Nesta grins in her fully blissed-out stage. “No one will ever feel like you two.”

[fuckyestherest]

Creator Highlight Week 11

Welcome to our Creator Highlight Week 11!

Every week, we’ll use this space to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use so much of their free time and creative energy to share their work with us and bring our imaginations to life via writing, art, visuals, and many other creative mediums. 

This week we want to highlight @thesistersarcheron, a massively talented creator for fic within the fandom. Honestly, we got so many nominations for her that it’s clear how well-loved she is. If you aren’t obsessing over @thesistersarcheron yet, what are you doing?

Her stories have romance, intrigue, plot, and fluff, all while being imaginative, creative, and leaving a long-lasting emotional impact. Her smut is WORLD CLASS. Her nominators (who are all kind and like 70% unhinged also) said the following: 

“I WOULD LAY DOWN OVER HOT COALS SO SHE COULD WALK ACROSS ME TO SAFETY”

“Just say a secret admirer who would betray her country, her own blood, to pledge her sword in her service…”

“I was NOT aware of ACOTAR threesomes before I heard about v&i, and now, holy shit. I think about that fic more than is healthy, if we’re all being honest”

“Everything she puts out is a work of art, and honestly she writes the rarepairs as well as any of the mainstream couples. Everything is immaculate.” 

“She has a real way of really getting the character voices right. I think it’s really hard to accomplish that while still making new scenarios both hot and believable, but she always does a wonderful job.”

As evident from these submissions, she is also a one-of-a-kind creator, and her works really bring out a whole new side of these characters we’ve come to love. Anyone who knows her outside her writing also know what an absolute delight she is to be around, and what a genuinely hilarious and fun person she is, too. 

Your contributions are always fantastic, and we hope to see much more from you for a long time to come!

Below are some of our favorite creations.

viciousness & intelligence | Nessriel

Crimson Clover | Elriel

Breathless | Elriel

Tiger Lillies in the Sun | Gwynlain

To Everything a Season | Casslain

Thanks so much for bringing such incredible, creative, and lovely works to our fandom, and for just being a really wonderful and lovely friend. You’re such a bright spot in this community, and a friend anyone would be lucky to have. We’re so glad you’re here!

You can find more of @thesistersarcheron on her Ao3 and Masterlist!

[rosesncarnations]

Nessriel amd nezriel!

She’s got the dog in her to wear down two Illyrians

A free fall with impromptu save

[dustjacketdraws]

Wip update in honor of poly week @polyacotarweek

Nesta x cassian x azriel just having a Sellyn Drake good time

[shadowdaddies]

Being mated to Azriel/Cassian/Nesta. Az and Cass are away, visiting some Illyrian camps, and whenever they are away, you all have agreed that you’re free use for Nesta?

hii thank you for the request, I've been slow with them lately and hating everything I write but I hope you like this! I got carried away here

Mine All Mine

Nesta x f!Reader smut (ft. Cassian and Azriel)

warnings: pure smut, free use, oral f!receiving, masturbation, gagging/toys, d/s dynamics

“Be good for us while we’re gone, sweetheart,” Cassian purred, flashing a roguish grin that forced heat to your cheeks under his gaze.

Azriel leaned in, arms wrapping you in a gentle embrace as his lips brushed yours, the tender moment at odds with the words that followed.

“She’ll be good, Cassian. Our girl knows she is solely responsible for Nesta’s pleasure while we’re away.” His voice maintained its smooth calmness, but the shadowsinger’s grin turned vulpine as a scarred finger curled under your chin. “You’ll take care of Nesta while we’re gone, won’t you, angel?”

It was an agreement the four of your had as mates. While Cassian and Azriel were gone, you were responsible for Nesta’s pleasure, and she for yours. She could take you at any time she wanted to get what she needed from you, and you relinquished complete control over your own pleasure to her.

You nodded at Azriel, embarrassed at the rush of heat that built between your thighs at his words. Two sets of hazel eyes simmered with desire at the scent of your arousal drifting through the room. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, lower lip tugged between your teeth.

Cassian was the first to break the tension, clearing his throat before mumbling something about being late to their meeting in Windhaven. Azriel slowly drew his finger from your chin, his intense gaze as he did so sending a shiver down your spine.

“We will see you very soon, angel,” he promised, the side of his lip curving to show a dimple before the two Illyrians disappeared through the door, the sound of their wings beating as they took off echoing through the air.

The house instantly felt empty, a restlessness settling over you at the quiet. Your mind drifted to the things Nesta would do to you when she returned home - the ways she would use you for her pleasure, push you to the limits of your own - and slick dampened your thighs, core clenching around nothing.

Face flushed, you shook the shameful thoughts from your mind in favor of distraction. A book caught your eye, resting on the couch in front of the fireplace in invitation. 

Picking up the novel, you collapsed against the soft cushions before peering at the cover. It must have been one of Nesta’s books, a Sellyn Drake novel like those she’d been trying to get you to read for awhile now. 

Pulling a throw pillow under your head, you flipped open the book, quickly finding yourself lost in the story. You had no idea how long you’d been reading when the two main characters found themselves in an inn with only one bed to share. You read of hands slipping between thighs, light teasing touches, gasps at the exquisite pleasure being exchanged.

You found that heat building between your own thighs once again, desire making it difficult to focus on the book. Tugging your lip between your teeth, you set the novel to the side, freeing your hands to explore.

Brushing your nipples through your shirt, you mewled with need when your hand drifted lower, featherlight touches teasing yourself as you slipped beneath the waistband of your pants. 

“Enjoying the book, pet?” a familiar voice drawled from the doorway, sending a chill down your spine and halting your movements. Your wide eyes flicked to where Nesta leaned by the wall, arms crossed and silver eyes glowing with amusement.

Breathless, you watched her stride toward you on long legs, her leathers hugging her curves. “Which part were you reading?” she murmured, limbs stretching across the couch as her body settled over yours.

Nesta’s hands pulled your own from where it rested on your lower abdomen, her eyes focused keenly on you while you stumbled through the plot of the book. Just as you began to recount the scene at the inn, Nesta popped your fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking fervently while she nodded for you to continue.

Somehow managing to breathe out the steamy details to Nesta - despite her lips around your fingers, hips grinding against yours while she straddled you - you loosed a sigh of relief when she relented her efforts in favor of releasing you. 

Standing for only a moment, Nesta stripped off her pants and turned away from you, showing off her perfect ass as she did. You started to lean forward, eager to meet Nes where she stood, but the female clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Lay back, love. Stay still for me,” Nesta purred, flashing a grin over her shoulder as she settled above your face. The scent of her arousal was dizzying, the need to please her consuming your thoughts.

As though she could sense your desperation, Nesta hummed a “good girl” before sinking down onto you. Slick core pressed against your nose, her clit perched perfectly atop your mouth for your tongue to flick out against the swollen bud.

Her hips rolled against you on instinct, a soft moan escaping Nesta’s lips at your mouth on her. “Just like that, pet,” she breathed, hands pulling your still-soaked digits towards your heat. “Touch yourself while I read this.”

Picking up your book, Nes began to read the scenes you described, her wetness growing and spreading sloppily across your face as you ate her out. One hand wrapped around her waist, encouraging the rhythm of her hips against your lips, while the other followed her directions to your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your legs jerk against the couch in ecstasy. 

You felt Nesta’s core clench, her hips shaking as she moaned your name, dropping the book when her orgasm rocked through her. The scent of her invaded your senses, weight settling fully over you as you released muffled cries against her warm center, your own high crashing into you. 

Panting for air, you sighed with relief and longing at the loss of her heat on your face. Eyes struggled to focus, finally finding Nesta’s gaze on yours as she lifted your fingers to her mouth once more and licked your release clean.

“I need more,” Nes nearly growled, a wolfish grin formed on her full lips. “I’m not done with you tonight,” she promised, heat dancing in her eyes like flame when her hand wrapped around your wrist. “Come with me.”

You followed dutifully back up to your bedroom, stripping as directed before laying back on the mattress and watching Nesta undress. 

“I got something new for us, love. To use when the boys are gone,” she explained, rifling through her nightstand before pulling out a strap with a dildo attached to the end. But this one was different from Nesta’s strap; it was simple and black with one buckle around the back.

Sensing your confusion, Nesta grinned wickedly. “This one is for you to wear, sweet girl,” she purred, bare hips straddling your own as she lifted the toy to your mouth to demonstrate. “If that’s okay,” she amended, laughing when you eagerly nodded and lifted your head for her to secure the gag.

“So good for me,” Nesta cooed, golden brown hair falling down in a curtain around her as she smiled down at you. “I just need you to lay there and take it for now.”

Hips settled over the toy perched on your mouth, Nesta’s puffy center spreading her slick over the tip before sinking down. You moaned through the gag at the sight, your mate filled up and bending over to hover your core. Gentle hands spread your thighs before Nesta dove in without warning, tongue making wicked movements against your clit as she began bouncing up and down on your face.

Helpless moans and squeals escaped you, sounds drowned out by the toy covering your face. “Just wait and see, love, what I have in store for us this week,” Nesta moaned, perked nipples brushing your stomach. “This is only the beginning.”

[chunkypossum]

Iwas looking for another quote but came across this snippet instead perfect for thinking about @polyacotarweek

After half an hour, they walked shoulder to shoulder into the house. Their wings drug the ground out of exhaustion and they were limping but smiling and laughing anyway. Nesta was sitting at the dining room table when they passed, reading a book and playing with a bowl of fruit in front of her. She raised an eyebrow at them as they came into view and smirked.  “Pitiful.”  “Says the one who didn’t train at all today.”  “I’m entitled to a day off.”  Azriel knew she hadn’t been back up there since she had stabbed Cassian, something else no one seemed to be talking about. Her eyes flicked to Cassian’s shoulder so quickly Azriel almost missed it, probably would have if he hadn’t been searching her face.  “So who won?” She asked.  “I did.” They both said in unison and Nesta let out an unexpected snort before turning up her nose at them both.  “You stink. Both of you.”  Cassian held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and bent to kiss Nesta on the nose. “Take pity on us my love. Your males have been working so hard, perhaps you can show your appreciation by washing us yourself.” Nesta smacked him playfully in the shoulder.  “You pig.”  “Oh come on my love, Az wouldn’t even carry me after all the damage he did to my poor body. Someone has to want to take care of me.”  “Pummeling you into oblivion is exhausting work, perhaps it’s you who should be carrying me.” Azriel laughed, leaning heavily onto Cassian for support as he pretended to faint. Cassian caught him with a huff, lifting him up into his arms.  “Take pity on us?” He asked Nesta who rolled her eyes but walked ahead of them towards her bedroom anyway, perhaps swishing her hips more than was necessary.  “Ech. You do stink.” Azriel turned his face away and pretended to gag while he tried to get up out of Cassian’s grasp.  Cassian laughed and just held tighter before sauntering off after Nesta. “Come on princess, let’s get you cleaned up because I hate to break it to you,” Cassian leaned down and took a long, slow sniff of Azriel’s hair before grumbling in his ear, “but you stink too.” The moment had gone from playful to something much more intimate in the blink of an eye.  Cassian carried Azriel all the way to his rooms, debating for a moment just disappearing into his shadows back to his own room. However, the moment they stepped through the threshold of the bathing room, both males watched with full attention as Nesta, her back turned towards them, let her gown drop from her shoulders, down to her waist then puddle on the floor at her feet.  She began stepping down into the sunken bath and they were drawn to her like moths to a flame. Cassian practically dropped Azriel to the ground and began taking off his shirt and kicking off his boots as he walked to his mate who still had her back to them both.  Azriel undressed as well and had his pants unlaced and slipped off before Cassian. While the other male was fumbling with his own laces, distracted by his mate, Azriel walked up behind him, pressing his bare body against Cassian’s back. He wrapped his arms around Cassian’s waist and peeled Cassian’s fingers away from his own laces. 

Read the full fic, Kerosene on Ao3

[acourtofkindness]

Thank you for sending in all the stories, here you can find the collection! Some of these are one-shots, some are longer stories, just click your way through them and also check out their other fics!

Embers in the Wind (Cassian x Nesta x Eris)

by @chunkypossum Cassian and Nesta are happier than they have ever been, or so they thought. When their mating bond snapped, it wasn’t only euphoric it was healing. Both Cassian and Nesta had so many years of trauma to overcome to finally learn to love each other properly. So, what happens when they get thrown a third mating bond that they never expected? What happens when their new mate can’t handle the pressure of the bond? What happens when it's someone they thought they were supposed to hate?

Hold Me Close, Hold Me Tender (Cassian x Nesta x Azriel)

by @acourtofladydeath Nesta has always struggled with more intense cycles than most, and when she became fae it only got worse. Thankfully, her mates Azriel and Cassian are there to take care of her.

I Could Be a Better Boyfriend Than Him (Gwyn x Emerie x Nesta)

by @HeadCanonHeadCase (on ao3) What if when Nesta ran to Emerie's after her fight with Cassian things went a little differently? What if all that talking led to something more? What if both Emerie and Gwyn think they can be a better boyfriend than him?

this is me trying (Cassian x Azriel x Nesta)

@witch-and-her-witcher Aux officer Cassian brings a stray home with him and he doesn't want to let her go. Lieutenant Azriel, and his life partner, thinks he has a bleeding heart and an undiagnosed mental health condition - until he meets Nesta Archeron for himself, sweating and vomiting through a self-led alcohol detox, and decides ... yeah, they should keep her. Nesta is at an all-time low, all her bridges burned, but she's going to pull herself together and try to keep her mess from spilling into these ridiculously gorgeous, kind-hearted Auxie's lives.

[polyacotarweek]

We're Back! Poly+ Acotar Week Returns

Stay tuned for more information. In the meantime, feel free to check out last years masterlists!

Can't wait to see you next April!