Nesta’s First Starfall
Requested by Anonymous 102: “To the night you’ll never remember.”
Nessian - Starfall
It's Nesta's first Starfall and Cassian has taken on the responsibility of watching her. He eagerly volunteered to do it though he would never tell her that. He told her to dress nicely and that he will pick her up at nine to go out and join the festivities. Nesta grumbled a reply and had stalked off to the library.
Now, Cassian stands outside her room, a fist prepared to knocks on her door, but he pauses. He's not sure what's going to happen tonight, not sure what he wants to happen tonight. After all, the whole Inner Circle knows how Starfall had helped to open Feyre's eyes to her feelings for Rhys, who knows what kind of affect tonight would have on Nesta, who was already so close to realizing what was between them. With a sharp intake of breath, Cassian knocks.
His fist is still in the air when the door opens less than a second later. Nesta stands on the other side, one eyebrow raised, and Cassian lets out a low whistle at her appearance. Looking utterly breathtaking, she dons a floor length dress that hugs her form until flaring just above the knee. It is dark blue and incredibly elegant.
"You have to stop hanging about like this, it's unnerving." She mutters, slipping her hand into his own outstretched one and allowing him to lead her down the hallway.
Cassian chuckles a bit. "Forgive me, you're a little unnerving."
Nesta surprises him by letting a small smirk flit onto her lips, lifting her skirt as they descend the stairs. "So, what is the plan for the evening? Dancing? Food? Wine?"
Cassian places a hand on the doorknob, pausing to give her his own smirk. "Oh, no. Starfall holds something a little more hardcore than that." Then he opens the door and watches as Nesta's eyes widen in delight.
They reach Rita's soon, Cassian knowing the way like the back of his hand, although Nesta's long dress is a bit hindering as they try to weave between crowds. Immediately, he orders two shots of bright green, iridescent liquid for both of them. "To the night you'll never remember." He toasts, raising the first shot up to her.
Nesta looks a bit wary but raises the glass up to clink with his nonetheless. "And the one you'll never let me forget." They smile conspiratorially at each other and then knock back the drinks. Nesta's lips are bright green when they look at each other again, a drip spilling down one side of her mouth.
Cassian can't help the urge to lick his own lips, reaching out a thumb to wipe away the glistening residue from her chin. Nesta simply grabs the second shot and pours it into her mouth without hesitation. Cassian watches with wide eyes as she slams the glass facedown on the counter, squeezes her eyes shut tight, and shakes her head to get rid of the burning but somehow sour taste.
"What is that?" She gasps, looking up at the Illyrain with tears brimming in her eyes. Cassian doesn't reply, instead shooting back his own drink and then grabbing her hand and dragging her outside.
The streets are full of people dancing, yelling, singing, screaming. Everyone laughs and twirls with the music of the crowd. Cassian loves Starfall, and is prepared to make Nesta love it just as much. He already senses her beginning to loosen up, swaying with the sounds and rhythm of the enormous party.
Cassian keeps his grip on her hand, pulling her through the writhing throng. She stops him near a store that's blasting actual music, taking his other hand in her grasp and pulling him closer to her. Cassian's eyes are wide as she smiles at him and yells over the noise, "Dance with me, Cassian!" And he does.
She throws their arms up in the air, letting out a joyful screech and for a moment, Cassian is worried that he gave her too much to drink. She giggles, releasing his hands and throwing her arms around his neck. Somehow, in the bewilderment, his own fingers find the curve of her waist, gripping the fabric there.
Eventually, as she sways in front of him, Cassian throws caution to the wind and starts moving to the beat as well. Nesta lets out a laugh and Cassian thinks it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. The song ends too quickly but Nesta is unperturbed. She grabs his hand again and drags him over to a nearby booth where they are giving away flutes of some pink alcohol.
Grabbing one for herself and handing one to Cassian, she tips her head back and downs it, coming back up with wide eyes. "I love this stuff!" She exclaims, laughing again.
Cassian is unable to drink his own, instead setting it back down on the booth counter and trying to follow her as she attempts to disappear in the crowd once again. "Dammit, Nesta, we have to stay together." He mumbles, grabbing her arm, but as she turns around, Cassian pales as he realizes it's not Nesta. "No." He breathes, letting go of the confused girl's arm and turning around in circles desperately, looking for any signs of his friend.
He spots a flash of dark blonde hair and runs in that direction, swerving between people. When he finally spots her lithe form, a large, burly, and obviously drunk High Fae has an arm snaked around her waist, even as she looks at him with obvious disgust. He's eyeing her hungrily and Cassian is unable to contain his rage. He charges forward, wings flaring out behind him, and pulls Nesta out of the male’s arms before punching him square in the face.
Nesta falls into Cassian's own embrace as the male stumbles back and a look of anger takes over his features. Cassian knows he could take the male out with a couple well places throws, but he needs to get Nesta away from him. That is his main priority.
He looks down to find Nesta is already looking at him with wide eyes. She nods and grasps his hand, both of them taking off running in the opposite direction of the disgruntled Fae. Her skirt once again tangles around her legs and she trips face first, Cassian catching her in his arms before she can hit the ground. He hoists her up so he's carrying her and keeps twisting around revelers until they get to an alley, ducking inside an alcove to catch their breaths.
Cassian sets her down and Nesta immediately goes for the hem of her dress, ripping the extra fabric off until it is just above her knees, and then breaking the stitching along the side seam. Cassian's eyes follow the line of her long legs, and the slit she now shows up her thigh. Nesta has to snap her fingers in front of his face in order for him to stop staring.
They are both still breathing heavily and hold each other's eyes for a long moment, the party fading into the background. Suddenly, Nesta breaks out into roaring laughter, and Cassian joins her, both of them bending over, clutching their stomachs as they laugh about what happened. Finally, after they've both calm enough, Cassian places a hand on her shoulder. "Please don't get lost like that again."
Nesta nods seriously. "Wouldn't dream of it. Thank you for saving me."
From the open end of the alleyway, they start to hear people beginning to shout and point up at the sky. Cassian slowly, in case she want to pull away, wraps his arms around Nesta's waist and flaps his wings, bringing them above the buildings in a few seconds. They land on a rooftop where a party is also in full swing, although everyone is now staring and shouting and exclaiming towards the sky.
Nesta looks around, confused, and then follows their gazes. She gasps as bright streaks of light flow across the night sky. Cassian smiles at her expression, keeping his arms securely around her waist for as long as she'll let him. He memorizes this moment; the way her face is completely relaxed, mouth open slightly in awe, how her grip on his shoulders never fails, and her breaths even out.
"They're so beautiful." She mumbles, still not taking her eyes off the sky, even as the fae around her start to move again, celebrating the spirits as they make their journey.
Cassian decides to be bold. "I've watched this ceremony every year for five hundred years, Nesta," She finally looks at him. "But never have I seen a sight as beautiful as you, right now."
Too his ultimate surprise, Nesta blushes, something he's never even seen before but knows that now he wants to see it every second of every day. She pushes his shoulders slightly but he doesn't loosen his hold on her waist. "That was tacky. I expect more from you."
Cassian grins widely. "I'll try, harder."
She nods absentmindedly, grabbing another glass of alcohol, this one pastel blue and swirling within the glass, and dumps it into her mouth. Cassian watches her throat as she swallows, sweat glistening as it rolls down her skin. When the glass is empty, she simply lets it fall to the ground, newly wide eyes staring straight into his half-lidded ones.
Her fingers trail from his shoulders to his neck, wrapping her fingers around the ends of his hair. Cassian's eyes close with the feeling of her tugging lightly at the dark strands. Nesta smirks. "Cassian." Her velvet voice demands his attention and he looks at her, however she is not looking at him. Instead, her eyes are trained solely on his lips. "Cassian, kiss me."
It takes all of his restraint to not comply immediately. "Y-you-you're drunk, Nesta, I don't want to take advantage of that-"
"Cassian." She demands again, now biting her lower lip. "Please."
The warrior is helpless to her pleading and crushes his lips against hers, kissing her fiercely. She moans against his lips and his arms wound around her back, pulling her flush against him. Her lips are soft and move freely, exploring his own mouth with expert grace that should be impossible in her drunk state. Her hands tangle with his soft hair, tugging and gripping the strands with need.
His hand travels down the curve of her hip, and plays with the newly made slit that goes up her thigh. She gasps at the contact and Cassian takes the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue, expecting the sour, sweet taste of the Fae drinks she's been having all night but instead, she tastes like mint and chocolate. It is absolutely baffling.
Nesta is the one that finally has to break away, unable to breathe, but their grip on each other do not falter. His hands slide back up to hold her waist again, squeezing slightly. "Nesta...." He breathes, lips just inches away from her own swollen ones.
She silences him with a quick peck. "Take me back to the house Cassian, I'm claustrophobic with all these people around." A wicked glint shines in her eye and Cassian grins, scooping her back up in his arms and flaring his wings out. Just as he is about to take off, one of Nesta's hands reach out and gently stroke the curve of his left wing. Cassian shudders, making Nesta smirk. "That's good for future reference." She muses.
Before he can lose control in front of all these people, Cassian pushes off the ground into the air, flying beneath the traveling spirits. Nesta looks up at them in awe. "I've decided I love Starfall." She murmurs, and then promptly passes out.
Cassian adjusts her in his arms so she won't be jostled during the flight and kisses her forehead soundly. "I love you, Nesta." He whispers.
Nesta wakes up the next morning in her bed, still in her dress, and smiles. Seems like last night went according to plan.
She glances to the side and sees Cassian sleeping in the chair beside her bed, still in his well tailored clothes from last night. Nesta slowly rises, careful not to wake the Illyrian, and places a small peck on his cheek. "I'm pretty good at pretending to be drunk, huh?" She chuckles to herself. "Next time I won't be pretending, I promise." She bites her lip and leans down to whisper in his ear, praying he's still dead to the world. "I love you too, Cassian."
Then she saunters off to the bathroom to change. Once the door is closed, Nesta is oblivious to the smile that graces Cassian's lips, and the money Feyre just won from the Inner Circle’s bet.
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Love her like she should be loved
Cassian and Nesta Archeron modern au
So, this morning I was scrolling through Tumblr and I saw this post who said “i just want a fic with cassian defending nesta!!! idc what the context even is i just want to see him being offended on nesta's behalf and being ready to throw hands” and I obviously couldn’t resist. The post is this one.
Nesta is not really present in this specific part, if you want more of this au you can always send an ask (and a prompt if you want) and yall know I would continue this without hesitation. Hope you enjoy, as always:)
Word count: 3,266
His day was not going well.
He was supposed to give an analysis exam that morning, but the professor had not warned any of the students that he wouldn’t show up because of something personal. After an hour in which they waited, one of the secretaries of the university came to inform them that no test would be held, Cassian just wished he was dead. In addition, he had spent the entire afternoon serving at Elain's small café and now he was exhausted. Especially since he had to argue with an old lady who insisted on ordering something that wasn't on the menu.
Sometimes the girl would ask him to help her, when it happened that the staff was not available and the customers were much more numerous than one would expect on a Wednesday in the middle of February. Cassian didn't mind, he would have nothing better to do anyway. With his part-time job at a bookstore and his classes at the university, he found it hard to have days to himself and never made plans unless he was sure he could get them done. Then, however, a little extra money would help.
He had just arrived at the door of the apartment he shared with his two brothers when he heard Morrigan's shrill voice, followed by Feyre's loud laugh.
Shit, he had completely forgotten that they were all going to be home tonight.
Puffing, he opened the door and as soon as he walked in he was welcomed by the exalted cheers coming from the living room. He closed his eyes, grimacing. They were all already drunk. He heard Rhysand calling out to him and, taking off his shoes very slowly, went to the others.
"There he is! Fucking finally," shouted Mor, lying halfway down on Amren's legs, "You took your time. Ellie said you left the shop more than two hours ago, where have you been?" she asked with shiny eyes because of the alcohol. Cassian took a look at the others and saw that the only one who seemed to be still sober was Azriel, but looking at the glass in his brother's hand he knew he wouldn't be like that much longer.
He moved his gaze back to the blonde and shook his head, "Taking a walk." he simply replied, then ran a hand over his face, "Well guys, I'm going to sleep. I would kindly ask you to keep it down, but I know it's impossible, so if you could not drag it out too long, you would do me a favor."
Rhysand burst out laughing and Cassian turned to him, noticing only now that Feyre was curled up on his lap, "I don't think so. You haven't partied with us in almost a week." Azriel made a sound of approval, whispering a faint true, "We miss you," he added, sulking.
Cassian snorted again, they were right. Actually, he hadn't been on the couch to have a drink with his friends for over a week, but there was a very specific reason. And the reason was called Nesta.
It had been five very long months and keeping their relationship hidden was starting to get tough.
"Listen," began Cassian, trying to find a way to escape it one more time and go to sleep. "I'm very happy that you only have three classes a day and then you can come here and get shit-faced, but-"
"Oh come on, my sister's coming later too." Feyre interrupted him, slurring her words. "We could play Risiko, with your rules. Would you stay in that case?"
He knew very well that it wasn't Nesta. No, it couldn't have been her. They never invited her. And he wasn't in the mood to play Drunken Risiko at all.
Cassian glanced at her involuntary, clenching his jaw and starting to walk backwards towards his room. "I repeat, I'm very pleased that you still have so much time to lose in these things, but tomorrow I have to work all day and I'm exhausted."
Armen scoffed, "God it's like hearing her sister," said the friend looking him straight in the eye, pointing with her chin to Feyre, who had tightened even more on her boyfriend. Cassian stopped at the living room door, looking at Amren in turn. Feyre nodded, with her eyes closed, "It's true, she’s been a bit of a bitch lately.”
As Feyre spoke, Cassian saw the image of Nesta smiling at him as she sat on her kitchen island, telling him he was an idiot.
Rhysand chuckled and leaned his head against the back of the armchair, "Take the 'a bit' away."
"The other day I met her at the mall and, like any sane person would do, I went to say goodbye to her and she just looked at me and left," Morrigan said, settling better on the couch, in what everyone in their group called the gossip pose. Legs bent under her body and a glass of red wine in her left hand.
Cassian wanted to leave, but couldn’t move. That was the reason why he hadn't been able to go out with his friends in the last few days: whatever they did, in one way or another, they were able to drag Nesta into the conversation and talk shit about her.
"I just can't figure out what's wrong with her," said Rhys, looking annoyed by what Morrigan had just told them. Cassian remained silent. He didn't want to argue with his family and it would have been avoided if he had simply left.
Feyre stood up to pour herself another glass of wine. She sat down next to Amren, resting her head on her friend's shoulder, "I really wish I knew that."
It would be enough if you talked to her from time to time, thought Cassian, crossing his arms on his chest. He caught Azriel's gaze for a second and saw that his older brother was watching him attentively. Too attentively for his liking. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking what he wanted. Azriel was about to open his mouth when the doorbell rang. Everyone's attention sprang towards the door.
"It must be Elain," said Azriel as he stood up, "hopefully she's not as dead as someone else is tonight," he said, making a snide remark to Cassian, who took advantage of the moment to turn on his heels and go to sleep. Elain wouldn’t have been offended if he didn't say hi.
As soon as he closed the door to his room he took a deep breath.
He undressed and lay down on the bed without worrying too much about getting under the covers. He let his hair loose, letting it fall on the pillow and then he starred at the ceiling. He picked up the phone shortly after and opened the gallery, starting to scroll through the photos in the folder called books' stuff.
Rhysand had a nasty habit of taking his cell phone and looking through his stuff and this was the only way to make sure he didn't see the hundreds of photos he had of Nesta and himself.
He thought about the last half year they had spent together.
He thought about how almost five months earlier Nesta had felt sick while she was alone with him and how she thanked him when he was able to calm her down and how she ran away soon after.
He thought of himself, losing whole nights of sleep thinking about what to do, whether to try to talk to her about what had happened or whether to let it go.
He thought of when Nesta had insulted him when he had given her the number of his therapist and when after talking to her for hours about his personal problems Nesta had looked at him with a completely different expression on her face.
He thought about when she had refused his therapist's number again, but promised him she would seek help.
After a month, she asked him if he wanted to go out with her. On a date. Cassian was a bit shocked at the invitation, convinced that Nesta was not looking for anything serious at the time. He had accepted regardless and this had led to several other dates, before they made it official about two months later.
Neither her sisters nor his brothers suspected a thing and both were inclined to keep it a secret. Nesta had had no problem doing so, as she hardly ever went out with the group, there was no risk of it slipping out of her mouth. For Cassian it was something else entirely. Especially in the last period.
Nesta was going through a very difficult period and Cassian was always nervous, on edge, ready to do whatever Nesta needed. While their families did nothing but insult his girlfriend.
There had been days when Cassian, worried that Nesta hadn't answered him for hours after calling him desperate because of something that had happened at work, nearly broke down. He had run to her apartment that time and Nesta had not opened the door. He had almost called Feyre to ask her for the spare key, but he managed to convince Nesta to let him in.
They had spent two days in her bed together, Cassian making up a stupid excuse with his brothers for not being home.
His flood of thoughts was interrupted when he heard the others laughing.
He put the phone on the bedside table again and lay down on his side, trying not to listen to what they were saying in the other room.
It proved impossible.
"Have you heard from Nesta lately?" Feyre asked. Cassian brought the pillow over his ears, but it was of no use. "No, not really. She doesn't even answer the phone," answered Elain.
"Yeah no, because I ran into her the other day while I was shopping and she didn't even say hello." Mor repeated in that shocked tone.
Cassian loved everyone in that house so terribly, but if they had continued like that, he would have had to go out.
"I really don't understand how she can behave like that." a little pause, "I've tried so many times to get her to do something with me, but every time she insults me and tells me to mind my own business." Cassian knew about Feyre's various attempts to help her sister. Nesta had told him about all the times she had tried to force her to dress up in a certain way so she could go dancing and meet some guy. Of all the times Feyre had told her that she needed a holiday, that they could go together to places like Adriata or on the south coast, where the beaches were populated with life and people their age.
"God that girl really gets on my nerves," said Rhysand. Cassian wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him.
"I feel sorry to even talk about her like this, but there are times when I can't understand why she hates me so much." Feyre spoke again. Cassian scoffed, knowing full well that she didn't feel sorry at all. Elain replied, "Oh no, Fey-Fey, don't feel bad. She's the one who gets away from everyone."
"But does she realize that if she continues like this she will die alone and sad?" this comment broke something inside Cassian's chest. Even more so because it was Mor who had said those words.
"Maybe she deserves it. With how she treats you, she doesn't even deserve you looking after her in this way".
"Maybe you are right. Every time I try something new, she pushes me further and further. It makes me feel like a bad sister," continued Feyre, in a lower voice than before.
"See? It also makes you feel bad. She's just a selfish bitch who seeks attention," concluded Rhysand.
Cassian couldn't take it anymore and got out of bed, slamming the door against the wall when he opened it.
When he entered the living room Mor looked at him with wide open eyes. She had got up and was coming towards him when he raised his hand to stop her.
"Shut up!" he shouted as he looked at Rhysand immediately afterwards. "Repeat what you said." he challenged him, keeping his distance. They were all looking at him in shock. His breathing ragged.
"Cass...what's going on?" asked Elain, getting up and standing next to Mor.
"I said shut up," he said, keeping his gaze fixed on his younger brother. "Again, repeat what you just said."
Rhysand looked at him with blurred eyes. Perfect, he was completely drunk, "Calm down man, we were just talking about Nesta." He looked at him frowning, "What's wrong with you?" said Rhys getting up and stiffening, staggering slightly. Azriel stood up in turn, shifting his gaze quickly from one brother to another.
Cassian contracted his jaw, clenching his fists.
"Why are you so upset?" asked Feyre, always sitting, probably too drunk to stand. Cassian looked at her and took a deep breath. Feyre looked at Amren as soon as she burst out laughing.
Everyone’s focus shifted to the girl, who looked like she was about to be sick from all the laughter. Mor kept looking at him though and he just wanted to tell her to stop staring.
"Why are you laughing?" Rhysand asked, even more confused than before.
Amren wiped her tears away, "It’s so fucking obvious that Cassian and Nesta are dating at this point that I really don't know how you haven't figured it out yet."
Cassian looked at her with his mouth wide open, "How...?"
"You have no idea how much of an open book you are for those who know where to look." replied Amren without even glancing at him.
"I was waiting for you to tell me about it." Azriel confessed in a low voice. Cassian turned toward him, frowning. Azriel raised his hands as a sign of surrender, shaking his head, "You have hardly been home for a long time, and perhaps I should have asked earlier, but I had my suspicions for a while." he smiled at him, "Well, congratulations." Azriel said, tilting his head and drinking a sip of beer. A toast. Cassian felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.
A weight that fell on him once again when he heard a choked laugh on the other side of the sofa.
"Congratulations? Azriel, are you serious?" Rhysand asked incredulously, passing his hand over his face.
Feyre and Elain were looking at each other in dismay.
"How can you think of getting with-" Mor was staring at him with her mouth open. "-shit, with Nesta? How can you be with such a person?"
Cassian saw red with anger. "Such a person you say?"
Rhysand approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Yes Cass, such a person. You know that she has no emotions other than disgust and hatred." Cassian moved to avoid his brother's touch. Disgust. Hate.
He saw Nesta smiling at him with one of his T-shirts on, lying in her bed, whispering I love you.
Cassian shook his head. "I really can't tell if you're joking or being serious when you talk about her." he whispered not being able to believe what they were saying. "Nesta, your sister," he said, addressing directly the two Archeron present, "is not doing good."
Elain had the decency to seem surprised. Feyre looked at him with shining eyes, whether it was alcohol or emotion he couldn't tell.
"Nesta is sick and the only thing you can do," he pointed out, "is to sit and drink and insult her until you feel satisfied with yourself.
"We've tried so many times to intervene," Feyre defended herself, in a small voice. She put her hands between her thighs. Cassian laughed and threw his hands to the sky.
"Intervene? Intervene, really?" he asked her sarcastically. He laughed again, no trace of amusement in that sound. "You mean when you went to her house, a few weeks ago, and yelled at her because she didn't want to go out with you and she answered you badly when you told her she had to stop being depressed?" now he was shouting. "Or when you told her that she sucked as being a sister and that she should be a better example for you and Elain?" Feyre held her breath, shutting her eyes.
Cassian turned to the other girl, "And you?" he asked her, a false smile on his lips, "Jesus, Ellie, I see you treating the rest of the world with gloved hands every day. You talk to people as if they were wounded animals and it never occurred to you that your sister might be the only one who really needs it?"
He no longer knew who he was talking to as he raised his voice further and started walking around the room. "If instead of telling her what to do, every day. You always say, say, say, try for once and ask for fuck’s sake. If for once you asked instead of doing whatever the hell you want. It would be enough if you were more interested in what she wants to do and less in what you would like her to do" his head was pounding.
He turned to Rhysand at the end. He gritted his teeth, a grimace of repulsion on his face. "You disgust me the most." his voice broke.
"Cassian-" Azriel got in the way.
"No, Az." as he looked at his older brother he thought that he too was no less. He had never said anything about Nesta, never, but he had never even stopped the others or tried to justify the behavior of the older Archeron.
"You were sick once." Cassian said, as he approached Rhysand. He looked at him raising his chin, breathing heavily. "You were sick and I helped you. You treated me the way Nesta treats her sisters. You treated me worse," he whispered, referring to when he and Rhysand ended up beating each other, because Cassian had pushed him over the edge, "You know what she's going through better than anyone probably does, and yet you're the first one to throw shit at her." Rhys looked towards Feyre. "You don't even know her. And yet you’re ready to act like your dad.” Rhys’ eyes shot to him, any trace of color draining from his face. Cassian knew he’d just hit the right spot.
"And you Mor." He turned to his oldest friend. "You're better than that. You all are." he said to no one in particular.
He closed his eyes and ran both hands over his face.
"None of you ever tried to ask her how she was. None of you have ever made an effort. A real effort." he whispered, with anger coursing through his veins. "I get that Nesta can be difficult at times, but we are the only thing she has. The only thing she should have at least."
with that, he left, going to his room. He got dressed quickly, put on his shoes and grabbed the car keys. Before he left he turned towards the quiet living room, where everyone was staring at one another.
"Perhaps it would be better for us all if we searched our own hearts," he said, opening the door, "If something happens, send me a message. At least now you know where to find me."
Rhysand opened his mouth to talk, probably to apologize, but Cassian had already closed the door behind him.
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