Nesta Deserves Better

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Letters of Desperation - Neris

Part 1 - Nesta | AO3 | ACOTAR Masterpost | Masterpost of masterposts |

A/N: I wanted to capture Nesta’s and Eris’ poetic sides, since in my mind they are 100% amazing with words and literature lovers. Apologies if it isn’t that great. Any more ideas for Neris or Gwynriel will be much appreciated, and I’ll try to write for them!

HC that Eris writes similar to the font Zapfino or Bickham Script Pro and Nesta writes like Allura or Alex Brush

Summary: Nesta's and Eris' unsent love letters to each other, a spinoff of the fanfic "A Court of Tangled Flames" by @Theladyofbloodshed and "Letters Never Sent" by @Starfall_Spirit, both on AO3

Word Count: 325

My darling Eris,

How I am grateful for Autumn, for the sanctuary it has become, for the haven it has provided me with when I needed it the most. But above all, before anything and anyone else, I must thank you, from the very bottom of my soul.

Even when I spewed the most loathsome vitriol, when I grew thorns and wielded my tongue like a sword, you knew exactly what to say, to make sure I never stayed in that dark cell for too long.

I will be lying if I say that I never linger too long in the depths of my mind. But you, Eris, you have helped me in ways that you never could have imagined.

I know it has only been a short while since you have whisked me away from that brute; my knight in shining armour. But my heart longs only for, you, Heir of Autumn, and whispers only your name. A steady, relentless beat, thrumming through my very essence.

I could not care less about your reputation, about your past lovers, about who you were before and what you did. What matters is that we are married, though under regrettable circumstances.

I hope, Eris, that you do not feel shackled to a female as broken as I. For that, I apologise immensely. Though it will break my heart the day you wish to separate and never look upon my ungrateful face, I will part ways with a sad smile. Just because I have fallen in love with a Prince of Autumn does not mean that you feel a shred of what I feel for you, the daughter of a fallen noble; vain and cruel.

I hope that through whatever luck and destiny the universe has decided, no matter what our fates may be, you choose to stay. I know not what will remain of my heart if you go.

De tout mon coeur et plus encore,

Nesta

A/N: De tout mon coeur et plus encore = with all my heart and then some more Avec l’amour plus le pur = with purest love HC that Eris and Nesta speak French with each other, since Nesta learned it as a human and never forgot it, and Eris speaks it because he’s basically royalty and needed to learn French

Part 2 - Eris

Line dividers credit goes to @enchanthings

Cooking

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A/N: A fluffy, domestic drabble

Word Count: 805

The smell of pasta drifted up into Gwyn’s nose. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, and sighed. Setting a lid on top of the pot, she moved to the sink to rinse her hands off. Azriel would be home any minute now, and she wanted to make sure dinner was ready for him. She’d decided to make his favourite today; shrimp pasta with red sauce. Not more than ten minutes ago, she’d set the table, unsure about when he would arrive, but wanting everything to be in place when he did.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, she frowned. He wouldn’t be home for at least another half an hour, and she simply couldn’t wait to meet her mate. He’d been gone longer this time, and had been on the continent for a good three months under Rhysand’s orders. As much as she loved her husband, she knew being Spymaster of the Night Court was also his job. She couldn’t prevent him from doing that. His heart beat for this Court and its High Lord, after all.

Deciding to curl up on the couch with a book, at least until he arrived, she wrapped herself up in blankets and got cosy. As if the House was a mind-reader, a cup of hot chocolate plopped down onto the table beside her. Silently thanking the House, she took a sip, and nearly groaned in satisfaction. Rich, creamy, and utterly delicious, it had to be her favourite thing in the world, save for Azriel, of course.

The city glimmered around her, glowing with faelights as the House provided her with a view fit for a queen. The glimmering lights and the winding Sidra as it snaked through buildings and the famed Palaces of Velaris. There was a reason it was known as the City of Starlight, why it came alive at nightfall. Indeed, all activity seemed to multiply immediately at the stroke of moonrise, but it was just another blessing she had come to appreciate.

But Gwyn wasn’t looking outside. Nose buried deep in her favourite romance novel, she sipped the warm liquid that nearly melted her insides, until she remembered the pasta she’d left on the stove.

She got up, grumbling internally at having to leave the blissful haven she’d made for herself. Just as she was stirring the pot, ensuring nothing had burned in however long she’d been lounging on the couch, warm hands grabbed her waist, and the scent of night-chilled mist and cedar filled her senses. Inhaling, she let herself relax into Azriel’s warm body. He was just as eager to see her, it seemed, as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. “I missed you,” he mumbled into her hair. “I missed you too,” she managed to whisper without her voice cracking.

His shadows reciprocated immediately, coming out of hiding to tangle in Gwyn’s hair and loop around her arms as she chuckled in delight. The cool sensation of them as they felt like velvety, liquid night given form, was something she still hadn’t gotten used to.

Noting her happiness, Azriel tugged on the bond, and her heart melted. He was finally home, and she couldn’t wait to have him to herself for at least another week.

She leaned her head back, resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let herself revel in this moment. This calm, this peace; that was what she missed whenever her mate was away.

“Did you eat today?” Gwyn asked, hating to break their little moment. Azriel only gave a non-committal hum as he buried his face deeper into her flowing copper locks. “Azriel?” she said, a little more sternly this time. “No,” he mumbled finally. “But I’m ready to eat you.” She giggled, and said between laughter, “I meant actual food, Az.”

“But you do count as actual food.”

“I made your favourite pasta, you know. Can’t let that go to waste.” That seemed to catch his attention, as he raised his head and spun Gwyn around to face him.

Laying a gentle, scarred hand on her cheek, he whispered, “You’d do that for me?” Gwyn’s lips quirked up in a smile. “Of course I would.”

“But the ingredients-”

“I had Rhys ship them over.” Being friends with a High Lord really did have its perks. Azriel’s expression softened further. “That’s so incredibly sweet of you.”

“Well, what kind of a mate would I be if I didn’t cook for my husband after a long, grueling mission?” He only enveloped her in a kiss, warm and sweet, until she went pliant in his arms. As they broke away, she gave him a peck on the cheek, unable to resist her mate any longer. She ran a hand over his cheekbone. “Let’s have dinner. Before it gets cold.”

A/N: I don’t know if I captured the vibe here but I just wanted to try out a short drabble. Inspired by this Tumblr post.

Line dividers credit goes to @enchanthings

ACOTAR Masterpost

A collection of my ACOTAR fics is here (in progress) and on AO3. I'm updating as I write, so it'll be a while before this masterpost is 'complete'.

If you find something that is inappropriately tagged or if you find something missing, please DM me and I'll fix it. Requests and asks are open, so feel free to message me if you'd like to see something in particular. I can't promise a time frame for when I'll get the requests done (or if I will at all) so please be patient with me! If there's something I can't do for whatever reason, I'll let you know.

Enjoy!

💖 - fluff

❤️ - smut

💔 - angst

GWYNRIEL - SERIES

Drunken Ecstasy 💖❤️| AO3 | Total Word Count: 14,696 | A night out at the club causes Gwyn and Az to make some drunken decisions (aka Azriel gets possessive when he sees drunk Gwyn at Rita's)

Wedding Playlist

Missed Chances and Stolen Glances💖| AO3 | Total Word Count: 11,625 | Modern AU where Azriel is failing high school Spanish. The problem is, he can't graduate with a failing grade in his senior year. Who better to tutor him than darling Gwyn?

Letters of Desperation💖💔| AO3 | Total Word Count: 2,251 | Azriel's and Gwyn's letters they have been sending to each other over the years throughout their relationship and especially when they're away on missions. A spinoff of the fanfic "Letters Never Sent" by Starfall_Spirit.

Letters of Grief💔| AO3 | Total Word Count: 8,568 | Gwyn has written a letter to Azriel after her death, and he finds it when he’s cleaning out the attic.

I'll Break Your Heart (Then Put the Pieces Back Together)💖❤️💔| AO3 | Total Word Count: N/A | [Summary]. Upcoming!

GWYNRIEL - ONESHOTS

Night at the Club💖| AO3 | Azriel and Gwyn have a deep conversation after a brief misunderstanding.

Come to Bed💖| AO3 | Gwyn is fed up with her mate and husband, Azriel, having to work so much.

Weekend Mornings💖| AO3 | Gwyn and Azriel's banter on a weekend morning.

Afternoons Indoors💖| AO3 | Modern AU where Gwyn and Azriel spend an afternoon playing Mario Kart.

Falling Asleep💖| AO3 | Azriel finds Gwyn asleep after returning from one of his missions.

The Final Goodbye💔| AO3 | What happens when the tragedy of war and fate itself fight to keep true lovers apart?

The Sight of Cobalt💖| AO3 | Azriel and Gwyn go night-time shopping in Velaris.

The Ghost of the Grave💔| AO3 | Azriel has to deal with the loss of his mate, but he finds an unexpected surprise when he visits her grave.

The Thought of You💔| AO3 | Azriel tries desperately to cope with the loss of his mate.

Cooking💖| AO3 | Gwyn cooks for Azriel after he comes back from a long mission.

My First Love💖💔| AO3 | When asked about his first love, Azriel doesn't quite know how to respond.

NERIS

Letters of Desperation💖| AO3 | Total Word Count: 9,953 | Nesta's and Eris' unsent love letters to each other, a spinoff of the fanfic "A Court of Tangled Flames" by Theladyofbloodshed and "Letters Never Sent" by Starfall_Spirit on AO3.

OC FICS

Inner Battles 💖💔| AO3 | OC Valea is recovering from serious depression, but Azriel refuses to listen to her.

A Court of Shadows and Healing💖| AO3 | Total Word Count: 17,788 | Soon after Azriel arrives at Windhaven after being dumped by his cruel father, a mysterious healer shows up, seeming to know quite a bit about him, with seemingly only one intention: to help him gain full mobility of hands once again.

EVENTS

Nesta Week 2025 Masterlist

Reply to Day 3 - Romance, Requests, and Redirection

Masterpost of masterposts

Line dividers credit goes to @enchanthings

Nesta Deserves Better - Blog Posts

Letters of Desperation - Neris

Cooking

ACOTAR Masterpost