nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at cassian. And covered cassian's body with her own. cassian went still - then his hand slid over her back. together. they'd go together.

“I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

acotar wikia meme: cassian + general information

social media modern au: nessian

acotar couples (1/?): nessian

a court of thorns and roses: nesta archeron

DCC (Drunk Cassian Cuddles)

Prompts: @highfaenesta  asked: “wtf you’re not my roommate, how did you get in here? oh sHIT you’re really drunk aND NOW YOU’RE CRYING OKay okay it’s okay shhhh, you can stay here i guess??” - Nessian au 

Warnings: cursing, your heart may stop (bc of how cute this is), cassian licking pudding off of Nesta’s collarbone

Word Count: 1,305

Summary: Cassian likes to party. He also likes Nesta. So it’s no surprise when he shows up drunk at Nesta’s door. Now Nesta has to deal with Cassian being a first class drunk baby and his penchant for snuggling.

Note: this is a modern au. i love the ending so much, like if you don’t want to read the fic like just read the ending. ao3

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Cassian liked to party.

He managed to maintain good grades, yet somehow got shitfaced every Friday.

Cassian’s hangover lasted until Monday. Each day he would stroll into classes, park his ass in the back, wearing a pair sunglasses from his brother’s bar mitzvah.

Faking It (Modern Nessian AU) Part 1

Prompts: 1, 47 (”It’s really not that complicated”, ”Why are you whispering?”)

Requested by: @feyreofthewildfire @songbirdsbooks @velaris-starlight​

Beta: @songbirdsbooks thanks so much!!

Warnings: blood mention, cursing, life-threatening sexual tension, touchy-feely cassian.

Tags: @feyreofthewildfire @iamnesta @foxboy-lucien @velaris-starlight @songbirdsbooks @illvrians

Word Count: 3,351 (it’s pretty long so I put the rest under the cut)

Summary: When Nesta lies to her sisters that she’s dating someone, they propose a double date of sorts. Now Nesta needs to find a fake boyfriend real quick, and who better than the cocky and infuriating Cassian in her sociology class?

Note: this is my first fic so pray (and leave me feedback!)

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If Nesta’s eyes were lasers, Cassian would have permanent holes in the back of his head from the number of times Nesta glared at him in class. Today they were debating whether traditional matrimony was going out of style. As soon as the professor launched the question, Cassian’s arm shot up as if it was magnetically attracted to the ceiling. Nesta rolled her eyes as he stood up and turned to the students.

Nesta didn’t even bother to listen to his argument, twirling a wooden pencil in between her fingers. With her other hand, she propped up her chin, watching the surrounding students staring at Cassian. Some stares were filled with agreement, some with jealousy, but what irked Nesta, was that most were lusty girl gazing at him beneath their lashes.

Did they have no self-respect? Why did they have shit taste in men?

A stream of thoughts ran through Nesta’s head, and before she had time to deeply contemplate the answers, the room interrupted in a deafening sound. Nesta winced. Looking around she saw everyone clapping. Nesta narrowed her eyes and flicked her attention back at Cassian, who caught her eye as soon as she looked up.

Cassian’s facial features were lit up in a smug expression, tendrils of dark hair falling out of his bun, framing his face. His hazel eyes trapped Nesta’s own within their golden abyss. Nesta willed herself to keep looking, narrowing her eyes, challenging his stare. For someone reason, Cassian infuriated her. He heated her up in all the wrong ways.

Nesta raised her eyebrows, prompting Cassian to make a move, but instead he merely brushed Nesta off and turned to look at the professor with a smile guaranteed to get any girl pregnant.

Clenching her jaw, Nesta heard a crack and felt a slight prick of pain. Any person passing by would have seen that Nesta broke the pencil in half with one hand, and the jagged edges were pressing into her skin, drawing blood.

“Damn,” Nesta whispered quietly to herself as she stared at another unexplainable cause of her anger towards to muscular boy. Digging into her bag, Nesta drew a tissue and pressed it against the cut, watching the red color travel up the thin tissue.

Once Nesta had successfully stopped the bleeding, she looked back up at the front of the class. The professor was pressed up against the huge chalkboards lining the walls, writing the assigned reading in the sociology textbook. It had seemed that Nesta had blanked out for the rest of the debate, too caught up in her hand. This was unusual of Nesta, who usually was an avid contributor to sociology debates.

The professor clapped his hands together, watching chalk dust fall to the floor.

“That’s it. See you next class.”

Nesta slid out of her seat, pulling out her phone and pulled up the camera app to take a picture of the writing on the board. Once she took the photo, Nesta placed her phone in the back pocket of her tight pants, ignored everyone, and promptly walked out into the courtyard.

It was an average autumn day; wisps of cold winds shoved themselves against Nesta’s face causing her cheeks and the tip of her nose to turn into a light pink. Nesta rubbed her hands together, retreating them into the sleeves of her burgundy, cable knit sweater. Noticing a wet feeling against the sweater, Nesta’s eyes widened when she realized her wound was bleeding again.

She pulled up her sleeve to reveal her wound once again bleeding. Inspecting her sweater, Nesta saw that blood had already stained it.

Nesta let out a frustrated moan and briskly walked over to the nearest bench. Setting her bag on the wooden structure, she unzipped it, and with her left hand started digging through it. Nesta held out her bleeding hand, horizontal so it wouldn’t drip. It wasn’t like the wound was deep and she would need stitches, it just kept on bleeding. What Nesta really needed was something to cover it. But as Nesta dug through her bag, she came to the realizations she left her tissues in the lecture hall. In most circumstances, she would rush back into the room to retrieve her belonging, but Nesta saw the professor getting into his car, meaning the room would be locked.

Nesta closed her eyes in frustrations, dropping her bleeding hand to her side.

“Nesta.”

Nesta’s eyes widened and twirled around to see Cassian with an arrogant grin on his face. Nesta rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, conscious not to get any blood on her sweater.

“Oh joy. It’s Cassian.” Nesta intoned monotonously.

Cassian picked up on her sarcasm but decided against speaking about it. Instead, he took a step closer to Nesta.

“I was deeply disappointed that you didn’t join the debate with me today,” Cassian continued.

“Sorry Cassian, debating with unskilled idiots isn’t good practice for me,” Nesta deadpanned, tapping her foot expectantly.

A laugh erupted from the back of Cassian’s throat, deep and feral. He advanced on Nesta, standing almost on top of her, looking down, eyes gleaming.

“You’ll find, Nesta, I’m skilled at many, many things. I’d show you, but sadly, I have other preoccupations.” Cassian smugly divulged.

Immediately when Cassian stopped talking, he smoothly slid his hand around her waist and into her back pocket. As soon as his hand was there, it was gone. Nesta would have never thought it happened if she didn’t explicitly remember Cassian large hand pressed up against her ass.

Nesta was stunned. Before she could yell at Cassian and push him away, he was retreating to his car with a jovial smile lighting up his face, waving at girls who smiled at him.

Nesta’s watchful gaze followed Cassian into his car, her hand mirroring his own and slipping into her back pocket, almost trying to relive the moment, to make sure it happened.

The biggest surprise of all was when Nesta felt a thin paper in her pocket and subsequently pulled out a band-aid.

The sneaky fucker.

Nesta scowled and wrapped the band-aid on her cut, all the while cursing at Cassian.

acotar wikia meme: nesta archeron + general information