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[vidalinav]

Cassian has Nesta’s picture in his wallet and you cannot tell me otherwise. In a modern au he has a picture. In something canon compliant, he has a tiny painting of her face that Feyre paints him or he gets from the HoW don’t care which, that he always has in his pocket because if he is going to die on any battlefield, her face is going to be the last thing he sees. It’s proof that he is loved and has loved beyond measure. Cassian considers it his lucky charm and he kisses it when Nesta’s not there, especially when he’s had a hard day and he can’t get to her quick enough. Also he’s always pulling it out and being like this is my mate ❤️

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A/N: I preordered ACOSF yesterday and I’ve been living in a happy Nessian bubble and decided to take all that energy and write something.

Today is Freddie Mercury’s death anniversary so I thought about taking my favorite headcanon of Nesta being a great singer and have her sing one of Queen’s masterpieces. This is a humble tribute of mine to the great musician and amazing person that Mercury was. May he rest in peace and his legacy live on forever.

Somebody to Love

There are said to be five steps for overcoming grief.

Denial.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Depression.

And acceptance.

Nesta had gone through all of them after her father’s death. She had spent a lot time feeling angry, and her depression was finally getting better after she started seeing a psychologist. Her sisters support had also been vital.

Those same steps could also be applied after a breakup. And that was exactly what Nesta was going through.

However, she was proud to say that after three days of being single, she had only gone through two steps: anger and acceptance.

At least that was what she was trying to convince her sisters and Emerie of.

“I’m fine, El” Nesta repeated for what was the umpteenth time in the past five minutes “It was his loss. I’m much better off alone.”

“Nesta, if you’d only talk to us so we could understand” Elain replied, frustrated by her older sister’s headstrong behaviour.

Because Nesta Archeron had only sent a text that afternoon informing her two sisters that she had called quits at her almost three year relationship with Cassian and dragged them to the karaoke bar. No explanations offered.

“There’s nothing to talk about” Nesta said, taking a sip of her margarita “Oh look! Emerie is coming back, that means it’s my turn”

Feyre and Elain exchanged a worried look, something Nesta didn’t fail to notice before she pumped Emerie’s shoulder playfully while she made her way to the small stage. Emerie only gave her a weak smile, worry also shinning in her eyes.

Nesta Archeron was far from fine. But she didn’t want to worry her sisters. Or admit that to herself.

She was over Cassian. And being here, on the place where they had shared their most precious memories, was the sign that she was taking this place back.

It would be her place. This was an act of burying for good the memories of Cassian.

She would allow herself to think about him this one last time. One last song.

About them. About her feelings.

Stopping in front of the microphone, Nesta sang.

Love of my life, you've hurt me

You've broken my heart and now you leave me

Nesta was nearing her new book’s deadline, so she had locked herself in her apartment and forbidden Cassian from visiting.

“You distract me too much” she had said while she tried to finished the paragraph she was writing, Cassian coming behind her to nuzzle his nose in her neck, promptly making her forget about everything but his touch on her skin.

“You like when I distract you” he had murmured, slowly kissing her neck.

She didn’t do much work on that day. But after that Cassian made a promise to stay away for the week.

Love of my life, can't you see?

Bring it back, bring it back

Nesta finished three days before her deadline. She had had a sudden burst of inspiration and wrote all through the night. So she had thought of surprising Cassian with some homemade food.

Nesta was on her way to his house after her shopping when she saw a familiar man bun in the sidewalk.

She was thinking about honking to gather his attention — they could go back to his place together and cut the surprise short — when she noticed that he was not alone.

Don't take it away from me, because you don't know

What it means to me

There was a blonde woman with him. A very very pretty woman. The kind that you saw on magazines covers. And the way Cassian was looking at her.... it made Nesta’s heart clench.

Cassian hadn’t smiled at her like that for some time. He always looked nervous and about to say something whenever they met, but she had brushed it off.

But maybe... maybe he was trying to say something. Maybe he was trying to say that he had found someone else.

Maybe the blonde woman that hanged on his arm.

Love of my life, don't leave me

You've stolen my love, you now desert me

Nesta had driven back to her apartment in autopilot. She had a loud ringing in her ears and her body was all cold.

Deep down she knew that Cassian would break up with her. She was not the easiest person out there, while Cassian.... he was loved by everyone. He deserved better.

So she broke up with him before he did the same with her.

Through a message. A simple message.

‘I can’t do this anymore. We’re over. Don’t come to my apartment or my life ever again’

Love of my life, can't you see?

Bring it back, bring it back

Nesta had blocked his contact from her phone. Left her apartment and went to the first place she could think of: Emerie’s.

Her best friend was surprised to see her, and Nesta spilled everything to her amidst tears.

She spent the rest of the day crying over wine and ice cream.

The next day , Nesta woke up with an horrible headache. And anger that burned so hot it threatened to destroy her.

Don't take it away from me

Because you don't know

What it means to me

She had cursed Cassian till the end of his bloodline, and decided that never again would give anyone the key to her heart.

Emerie tried to convince her to allow Cassian to explain himself.

“He left me over twenty messages Nesta!” Emerie had argued “He has been calling nonstop!”

“I have no time to hear his excuses” she spat back, clenching her fists “I saw him with my own eyes”

You will remember

When this is blown over

Everything's all by the way

Emerie had just sighed in defeat.

And by the third day Nesta had made up her mind to forget she even knew Cassian.

She messaged her sisters — which had been worried sick about her, given that he had also contacted them — and they met at the karaoke.

Their karaoke.

When I grow older

I will be there at your side to remind you

How I still love you (I still love you)

Their first date spot.

Their first kiss.

Where he had asked her to be his girlfriend.

I still love you

Nesta felt silent tears running down her cheeks. She hoped the poor illumination helped conceal them.

She was nearing the end of the song when she felt a gaze on her, what shouldn’t be a surprise given that she was singing in front of the whole bar.

Yet she knew that gaze.

A gaze that made her stomach flutter.

A gaze that made her knees weak.

Oh, hurry back, hurry back

Don't take it away from me

You don't know what it means to me

Cassian.

She was going to bloody murder Feyre. She had asked them not to tell where she was. But Feyre was never known for keeping a secret. And she did go out with Cassian’s best friend and surrogate brother, Rhysand.

Love of my life

Love of my life

Nesta had barely sung the last note when she stormed off the stage and started to fight with Feyre.

“How could you! I asked you not to say a word about where I was!” she didn’t know how, but she managed not to scream, only whisper yell at her surprised sister.

“I— Nesta I didn’t say a word! I swear I don’t know how he got here!” Feyre said, hurt in her eyes.

Nesta dared to glance at him. What only made her anger soar even higher.

For he had not come alone.

No, he had come with companions of his own.

Rhysand, Azriel, Amren, the blonde woman from before and a redhead she had never seen.

“How could he! How could he bring her here!” Nesta felt tears come to her eyes again.

She needed to leave before she had a mental breakdown in front of the whole bar.

‘So much for being over Cassian’ she bitterly thought.

“Nesta, what are you talking about?” Feyre asked, grabbing her shoulders.

“S-she! The blonde beside him!”

“But Nesta—”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” she cried, brushing Feyre’s hands off of her

“Nesta—” Emerie began.

“I’m leaving. You girls have fun” Nesta made to grab her purse while Feyre and Emerie in vain tried to talk with her.

But it was Elain — who had been awfully quiet — that caught her attention.

“You should really see this Nesta” Elain said, her voice laced with curiosity.

“What? I already said that—” she stopped herself mid sentence, her heart skipping a beat.

Because Cassian was on the stage.

And he was looking at her.

“Nesta Archeron?” he called, his deep voice resonating all through the bar.

Nesta could only nod in response, momentarily frozen in place.

“This song is for you”

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[vidalinav]

I really like the thought of Nesta and Cassian doing the whole move in thing when they already live together inside the House. Especially since they had for a while that whole ordeal where they were only banging in each other’s rooms and went their separate ways. Who’s room do they stay in? Who’s moving who’s things? Cassian’s weapons, Nesta’s books, their clothes, their toiletries. Acosf made me feel that even though Cassian and Nesta have known each other for a while by the time everything happens, it still feels like they don’t know shit about each other. This might as well be an arranged marriage or like a marriage that happens after knowing someone for three months. So I think it’s hilarious to think about the fact that they now live together-live together. Cassian’s waking up at 5 in the morning my dudes, is Nesta okay with this??? 

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I’m absolutely obsessed with Cassian’s wings being a way he shows love and complete devotion to Nesta. Like if it’s raining even slightly, Nesta’s tucked under his arm and his wing rises to cover her back. If it’s sunny, he’s providing shade. There will be no sunburns for Nesta Archeron. If it’s windy, guess what is keeping her hair perfect. His wings. That’s right. If it’s cold, he’s wrapping her in them. If she’s sleeping, he’s blocking out the morning light with them so she can sleep a little longer. Give me attentive wings and an attentive Cassian. Thank you very much.

[vidalinav]

I'm a sucker for Nesta in sweaters and I have a headcanon that out of all the clothing Nesta wears, sweaters are Cassian's favorite to see her in. One, because a lot of times they're his and he just buttons up the back on the wing holes, and two because they barely fit her and he likes seeing her try to turn the pages of her book with fabric all tangling down her arms. He thinks it's cute.

Okay... I guess I'm just a sucker for Cassian thinking Nesta's just adorable alright.

[vidalinav]

Sometimes I like to think that Nesta constantly wears Cassian’s shirts and sweaters to sleep since they’re big, smell like him, and they balloon around her. That and because he gets just a little bit more possessive at seeing her with them on. It does something to him that lingerie doesn’t.

However that’s not the post. It’s that there are holes in the back of his shirts as we know and I like to imagine that there’s buttons all along the slits to accommodate a wide variety of wing spans and shapes so Cassian frequently will button those for her and kiss at her shoulder when one side slips down her arm. Nesta could button them sure, but all bedroom routines are sacred and routine and so Cassian buttons them and rolls up the sleeves if they’re too long for her.

[vidalinav]

Audible Symphonia Edition! Where Cassian takes the symphonia (maybe a new one just for this) and reads Nesta’s romances in his courtier voice. 

And then Cassian starts putting his own commentary into it like “go to bed, Sweetheart” or “I can do this much better, you know. In fact I would (insert graphic details here)” and when it hits to love confession scenes, he’ll pause and say “I love you, Nesta Archeron. My heart and soul belongs to you.”  

And Nesta listens to it all the time. She finds she doesn’t mind that he keeps interrupting her reading, since he’s always doing that anyways. She listens to it over and over again especially while he’s away because it makes her laugh, but also because the sound of his voice brings her comfort. 

[vidalinav]

I have this headcanon that Eris grumbles every time he sees Nesta do something that reminds him he’s lost out on marrying her. He’ll be like shaking his head, rolling his eyes, calling Cassian a bastard or something, when she’s just generally doing something badass like defeating someone, or outsmarting or intimidating someone. He’s so bitter that he doesn’t get to marry her. 

[vidalinav]

Actually no, you’re right nessian should have triplets, and they should be all girls. I just raise you, having them all being slightly different from each other. One will be Illyrian. One will be more witchy, maybe have more human features. One will be pure fae. But all of them are little trouble makers and very hard to handle. Their house is chaotic. The House is greatly entertained by this. It loves them. But each have very distinct personalities and each one of them know how manipulate Cassian in their own way. Not Nesta though because she taught them these tricks and she won’t be fooled even if she is impressed.

[vidalinav]

Okay, just pause for a moment... Take a deep breath. 

Nesta has nightmares about the war and the only way she feels better is by laying on top of Cassian. Because of this Cassian always knows what she dreams about, so he’ll run his hands down her back until she’s calm enough to sleep, lulling her with the words, “We have all the time in the world, Sweetheart.” 

[vidalinav]

I know y’all want Nesta boob headcanons but I’m not joking when I say I can’t think of any more.

OH WAIT!

Nesta and one single long necklace that drip into her cleavage where Cassian trails his gaze from the base of her neck to the place he can’t exactly see and the item he can’t make out at the dip. It’s become a fun game to see which necklace Nesta chooses for the night and Cassian quite likes kissing his way to find out.

[vidalinav]

I like to think that House on a regular basis doesn’t really listen to Cassian, but when Cassian just has the sudden inclination to plan things for Nesta (which he often does in my head), the House will always help and get excited about it. The House is like their child or rather Nesta’s child in which Cassian is the new step-dad that the House only semi-likes and is mostly wary of. But when Cassian says “Hey House, try to keep Nesta from coming down to the kitchen, I’m going to make breakfast for her,” the house is locking doors and distracting Nesta when she wakes up in the morning by showing her cool things it made by itself. When Cassian’s like “Nesta likes music, do you think you can make instruments that play by itself?” the House is like why yes my semi-annoying Illyrian, here’s a full orchestra that knows 25 of Nesta’s favorite songs. There are no better bonding moments between the House and Cassian than when the bonding has to do with loving Nesta Archeron. 

[vidalinav]

Now I’m thinking of Emerie getting a little coat for baby!Nessian that fits around baby wings (you know cause she owns a clothing shop) and Gwyn getting a stuffed Pegasus because regardless of whether the baby has wings, they’ll teach her how to fly. And you know what? Guess who teaches her how to dream? The intricate fables of Illyria come from Emerie. Gwyn writes the stories she’s heard from Sangravah. They take all the accounts of the priestesses. It’s a collaborative project. The Fables and Fairytales of Prythrian is what they gift to Nesta too, inscribing on the front cover To the little Valkyrie. We’re happy you’re here. 

[vidalinav]

In another effort to avoid working on stu(died), I just thought of that wedding headcanon/mini fic I wrote where Nesta finds her perfect dress and now I’m thinking of Cassian stopping her right before the ceremony takes place and everyone is scrambling because it’s almost time and Cassian stops everything and is like I need to talk to you, and Nesta’s like what are you doing? Secretly she’s almost afraid he’s calling it off. But then, he just blurts Marry me. And she’s like we’re already getting mated and he’s like no. “Marry me. I was a fool before. That you questioning mate bonds meant you were rejecting me. I didn’t understand that loving me, accepting me meant giving up a part of yourself. The part that made you human. But you’ll never stop being human and I love every part of you, Nesta. So marry me” and he pulls out a ring. “Marry me, mate me. Make me the happiest male alive.”

[vidalinav]

can you pls share any of your headcanons having to do with nestas boobs 🤨 one of my favorites is that cassian likes to lay down with his face on them, like not even in a sexual way just in a these are soft and warm and big and oop maybe now he had a boner🤨

Lol Am I the boob connoisseur? Expert on Nesta's boobs?

Let me think... All of it's related Stu(died) btw.

Cassian uses them as a pillow. He will wrap his arms around her and just lay on them, and Nesta will just rub his head while he snuggles closer to her chest. He gets a lot of headaches so Nesta starts doing this because of that... but then Cassian will pretend to have headaches when he feels she's not paying attention to him. Nesta catches on, but she allows the snuggles. She'll even put her assignment down and watch a movie. Cassian will fall asleep long before it's over and she'll watch him sleep (if she hasn't fallen asleep already, because my girl is sleep deprived).

Headcanon that she gets a tiny tattoo below the side boobage, and Cassian likes to kiss it... a lot. I won't be cringe and say it's his name, but it's pretty personal for them I think and it's the only one she has because she can hide it easily and pretends it's not there.

Nesta does yoga very rarely, but she goes through a phase with Emerie and Gwyn about relaxing and exercising. It's a mistake, and they only do one class and quit. She tries running at some point, and she regrets that instantly. But she pretends she'll work out and put on her gym clothes and lounge. Sports bras and yoga pants, and Cassian's like... Oh I actually didn't have a class today...

[vidalinav]

Nesta boob head canon where MANY people notice just how blessed home girl is and Cass doesn’t like it ;)

OMG did you read my mind? I was literally writing this.

Two headcanons:

In the frat, everyone refers to Nesta as the girl with the big boobs, so that's why they totally understand why Cassian can't seem to let her go. They're like she's worth every effort for those tits alone. But Cassian hates them referring to her like that, so he will get severely upset, to the point where no one mentions it or they're afraid he's going to beat them up. Even though he doesn't do that.

Now, as they start dating, Cassian notices how much attention she gets, especially when she's wearing tighter clothes. He starts bringing sweaters, really large sweaters. He's not trying to cover her up, he's just like casually being like... I thought you'd be cold. But it's not for that reason, even though it is because Nesta complains about being cold 24/7. She gets a lot of free drinks. Cassian will drink them as they come (though I've written this before), and he's very concerned with the amount of glances she gets. He's like is that what it's like to be looked at as a woman? A piece of meat? And Nesta's like yes, and so he's like swatting dicks away left and right. He's like nope. Not on my watch. My girl is going to be comfortable. He gets really good at a wolf stare and scaring people off, even though he's like a puppy on the inside.