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at the moment i'm still fleshing out ideas for au's so these are kind of vague, but!
modern au: the archeron's are nouveau riche, and while some of their father's fortune was made honestly, most was acquired through lying to investors and tax evasion. in the height of their prosperity they could live anywhere in the world, and likely move quite often so that authorities can't catch on to their father's dodgy deals. nesta is still her mother's pride and joy and she enrolled her in dance classes as a child. as an adult she is classically trained, but how she uses that talent depends on where they are (geographically and financially). at some point in time her father is trialled and found guilty of his crimes, and the family are left with nothing while he's sentenced to spend time in a white collar prison. their mother passes away before he can be sentenced; her illness exacerbated by shame. if the loss of their money and parents doesn't cause her to spiral, an injury that stops her from being able to dance professionally will. she's probably not particularly close to feyre and barely knows where she is at the best of times, but she's very much attached to elain. in most supernatural based au's (tvd, btvs) nesta will be a powerful witch; but she won't always know how to handle that power.
bridgerton au: nesta is married off to an older, powerful man with ties to the monarchy shortly before her mother passes, but the marriage is very much convenience. in fact, he doesn't seem to be interested in women and spends more time with his proteges. nesta doesn't have any complaints about this; it means that she can indulge in affairs - for the sake of any platonic relationships in this au, this will be with a colonel cassian, and it's likely something that people whisper about. with their father mostly out of the picture she takes responsibility for her younger sisters and tries to help them find suitable matches. both are equally dismayed with her choices.
the hunger games au: the archeron's are one of the wealthier families from district one; at least, they were. when their father falls out of favour with president snow, most of their money stops rolling in. feyre, and surprisingly, nesta both put their name in the draw for extra food so that the money they do have can be spent elsewhere and they can keep up appearances. feyre's name is drawn for the hunger games when she's still young and the archeron's expect to never see her again, until she's crowned victor of her games. a few years pass, and they enjoy their youngest sister's winnings, but nesta's name is drawn in her last eligible year. their father suspects it's the presidents doing; a matter of spite. against all odds, she wins her games (many of the tributes died from hypothermia) but struggles to enjoy her winnings. when feyre marries a victor from district 2 who has been embraced by the capitol as one of their own, she assumes her youngest sister is lost forever. that is until the quarter quell reveals that they've been part of the resistance all along - and it would be bad optics if she didn't join them.
@serendpitous — you have to trust me on this. (brooke)
nesta doesn't trust many people, and those she does trust are forced to earn it day by day. but there is something about the effervescent woman before her... already she can tell that brooke davis' confidence is infectious; her passion almost a tangible being in the room. most importantly honesty shines in her bright eyes. she finds herself WANTING to trust her.
"like i said, i'm a dancer. or was a dancer. not a model, and definitely not a spokesperson. frankly, i'm not very good at being told what to say." she has her moments; can be very diplomatic when it suits her, but more often than not her instinct tells her to do and say the opposite of what's asked of her. still, the words of her pr manager are fresh in her mind. find a positive. "but i do like the message of your campaign. inner strength is everything."
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ELLA PURNELL Hair styled by Ericka Verrett ahead of the 76th Primetime Emmy Awards, September 15th 2024
it’s unusually late for cassius’ morning walk. normally, they’re up at the crack of dawn, making their way to the park before the sun can even rise. before most people can rise. but this morning she slept in - and her usually trusty alarm clock didn’t even attempt to wake her before 7am with his usual barks for breakfast. the extra hours spent slumbering must why he’s in a particularly good mood as he bounces through the leaves. the pure delight on his face stops her from being too annoyed by the disruption to her routine; by the fact that she now has to smile at passersby and exchange small talk about the weather. for a while she thought one of the benefits of having a staffordshire bull terrier would be that most people would prefer not to interact with him. but his sweetness is infectious, and even she has to admit that she prefers when children beam at him to when they shrink away.
“you’re a good boy.” she murmurs to him as he plods happily along, giving nothing more than a curious glance to a toddler in a pushchair who had outstretched a hand to him. still, she keeps him on a tight leash as they wander through the entrance of the park. there are certainly worse ways to start the day than by wandering under the cover of trees, with sunlight peeking through thinning leaves to kiss her cheeks. for over a year after her accident she’d spent many a morning in a far worse state – alone, hungover, utterly disgusted with herself.
that was until elain bought a dog home from the shelter she volunteered at. “to foster” she’d claimed, while he healed from a surgery. at the time she’d assumed that her sister was simply using it as an excuse to keep the dog - barely an adult at the time - for herself. but when she continued to leave them alone each day, only coming home to give him medication on her lunch break, and he’d taken an unexpected shine to nesta despite her initial lack of interest, she began to suspect he was the one baby sitting her. when elain moved out a few months ago, leaving cassius with her as a “parting gift”... that was when she knew it had all been a ploy. she was more cunning than she looked.
with the sunlight warming the bridge of her nose, nesta takes a moment to breathe in the fresh air; to roll her shoulders and move her neck from side to side. from the corner of her eye she can see that cassius has spotted a couple of pigeons ( hasn’t even noticed the squirrel overhead, launching itself from branch to branch… yet ) and she wants a couple more moments to adjust to the day before they begin to move again.
“wait there, good boy…” she knows he’ll listen to her words, or perhaps the tone of her voice is what will resonate. but she definitely doesn’t expect a response. it isn’t the first time a man has made a comment during their walks - usually they have something to do with wishing they were the one on her leash, so this is tame in comparison. even so, she turns with an icy stare, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head to ensure that he can see just how unimpressed she is. although when she sees him, she is impressed. just slightly. it’s not often that the comments come from somebody who may actually stand a chance of her taking him home. he's tall, dark, and handsome - he also looks like he could throw her over his shoulder. exactly her type. unfortunately for him, she isn’t in the habit of picking up strange men in parks.
cassius must pick up on her irritation. he begins to bark at the stranger in warning. she looks the man up and down with a small raise of her eyebrows, lips curling; pleased that she’s inadvertently taught her dog to respond to men approaching her like this. but then he utters the word “treat” and it’s all over - the little traitor tugs on his leash so suddenly ( tail wagging madly ) that she’s pulled towards him. the effort to stay upright pulls her breath from her and she sighs, sniffs, wrinkles her nose.
“— it smells to me like you’ve had more than enough treats, but i’ll save you the time it takes to ask. i’m not interested in rubbing your belly… come on, cass.” with that she turns on her heel, gently tugging on the leash, and although cassius follows his gait is slow and stubborn.
cassian night has been out - all night. and while he does in fact smell of spilt liquors, sweat, and several unknown bodily fluids not of his own creation -- he is still in a cheerful mood. after all, being a bouncer at the most exclusive nightclub in town isn't the dream job necessarily, but it is an honest living. and it means that he gets to sleep for the next eight hours, and then wake up and do it all over again. and after the last tour of service? he'll take drunk hen parties over active duty any time.
he's stopped at his favourite local coffee spot, sipping his dirty chai latte with a double shot of espresso -- just strolling through the park district. it's the autumn season, and while he'd avoid this place like the plague in spring, the autumn? it's his favourite. the crunch of leaves beneath the big black kick ass boots he wears makes him feel nearly giddy. the smile that lights his face as he nods at the little old ladies who are feeding the pigeons as they do nearly every day. and then the nannies and their charges bundling off to daycares and exclusive schools.
most are familiar by sight, though he only knows the name of a few. a hum as he sips his drink slowing his walk to enjoy the crisp breeze that stirs the unrly crown of curls. he isn't sure how long he's lost in the enjoyment of that moment - but a voice draws him out of that reverie.
great brown eyes turn towards the voice, there's a rasp to it, a huskiness that speaks of -- unspeakable things in soft illuminated rooms with satin sheets and light glittering through the drapes -- he hears the words now.
wait there -- good boy. ( @moondevoured ) says.
' yes ma'am -- ' ever the good soldier replies. instinct more than thought fuels the action.
and the grin widens, a flash of teeth as he cocks his head - inadvertantly doing just as that siren's voice as told him. stopping. there. in the middle of the sidewalk, sipping his drink, waiting for whatever that voice might tell him to do next. of course the not idiotic part of his brain is shrieking that it's not about him -- but he isn't listening to that part. no -- instead his gaze is finding her. slim and well built, a woman stands there with her dog, the dog having clearly had designs on one of the wandering well fed pigeons.
cassian can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him -- he doesn't care he's just made a fool out of himself. but -- there is a flush that rises up his neck.
' do i get a treat? if so -- i have a request. '
Ella Purnell — Prada Spring/Summer 2025 Womenswear Fashion Show
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"oh, i'm pretty sure i can!" nesta's amusement is evident in her voice, although her features form the picture of bemusement. "from where i'm sitting, what's happening on either side of this room is just two different shades of the same insanity." it is, but she finds herself smiling ( the smallest curl of her lips ) despite herself. whatever they've got going on is questionable at best - but infinitely better than her own coping mechanisms.
she finds herself eyeing @gilmor's assortment of snacks, morbidly fascinated by the strange combination of textures of flavours. there's no way that they taste good one after the other, but she's curious. "— let me guess, you don't share food?"
@f4wnrot continued from here.
her entire body is alight with the thrill of him straddling her chest, his girth just mere inches from her lips — so close that she can almost taste him. the sight of him makes her mouth water and after just one kiss she doesn’t hesitate to draw him between her lips, humming her contentment against him. that deep rasp of her name may just be the most gorgeous song that she’s ever heard. at the sound of it her eyes meet his again. she finds herself transfixed on his gaze as she takes more of him into her mouth, and as her fingers curl around the base of his cock to stroke him, her free hand finds his ass in an attempt to draw him even closer.
nesta wouldn’t even mind if he wasn’t touching her. but blissfully, he is. the steady rhythm of his fingers draws yet another moan from her and she can’t keep herself from grinding against his hand. she wants to take all of him ( always has ) and in more ways than one she’s thankful that her mouth is otherwise occupied by him. she might just be drunk enough to spill how often she’s woken up from dreams like this only to touch herself - never quite admitting to herself that he was the one she’d been dreaming of all along. her tongue teases the underside of his cock, as if to say as much for her, and she quickly finds that she can’t take her eyes off his features. nesta spreads her legs a little wider, hips lifting to meet his thrusting fingers, and despite herself ( her desire to watch his every move ) her eyes roll to the back of her head.
A goat walks into a Bar
This is my Witcher Secret Santa gift for the @thewitchersecretsanta event, my fic is for @martianapplecrumble I hope you enjoy and Happy New Year! <3
A Goat Walks Into A Bar
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