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the-monster-in-your-head · 3 years

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Nessian Headcannons Pt.2

*Blows kiss* Some domestic hc’s for the Nessian hoes 😘

Pt. 1 Here

When he wins the snowball fight, utterly oblivious that his brothers The Girls Are Fighting ™️, Cassian decides he doesn’t want a sash that say’s winner, but two sashes that say loser, like the King he is.

Cassian 100 % takes up all the space of the bed. Nesta wakes up every morning with his arm and leg thrown around her and his wing over her. Nesta is very used to not taking up much space when she sleeps having shared a bed with her sisters for so many years, but this is the only time she doesn’t feel cramped or smothered. It’s the first time she feels held.

Nesta loves wearing Cassian’s clothes. He has an old sweater that’s tattered and stretched from years of use, but it’s a comfort item for her. His scent is so intrinsically imbued in the fabric that when Nesta is sad or having a really bad day, she puts on the sweater and just presses her nose to it.

She feels most connected to Cassian when they’re sitting in silence, focusing on their breathing and Mind-Stilling as they watch the sun rise over the mountains and sea. There’s no talking—just being. They sit together and they breathe. Though it’s quite, the bond between them is loud with understanding and love. She treasures these moments where their souls can intertwine. Theirs is not a bond with no beginning and no end. There is a beginning and she doesn’t want to forget the miles and the hard hard work it took for them to get here. How they began must be remembered. But, the mating bond between them does overlap; it knots, weaves, and there is even dancing. It feels old and timeless and she can feel the push and pull between her cold and his warmth. They are one in these moments, and by the way Cassian looks at her—an unfathomable depth of love, respect, and friendship—she knows he’s thinking the same.

I’m pretty sure ACoSf made this canon, but Nesta and Cassian are early birds. If the sun’s up they’re up.

They’re very productive. They both have a hard time doing nothing and lazying around (can’t relate). Blame it on the ✨trauma✨ they are always doing something.

They’re extremely competitive. Not even loudly. But, if Cassian does 20 squats then Nesta is going to do 25. If she ate four spears of asparagus then damn it he’s eating six. What started out as a light jog silently became a race; Cassian looked at Nesta from the corner of his eye and just decided to pick up the speed, but then Nesta said fuck you I’m faster and Cassian said doubt that, babe. THEY DO NOT BELIEVE IN TIES. Which is how their race ended, but absolutely not are they “accepting this horse shit,” as Cassian jokingly said. So they did push ups until they puked.

They don’t have pet names for each other, other than Cassian calling Nesta “Nes,” but she does call him Lover on the rare occasion.

Hot take, but Cassian is the neat one. It comes from being a soldier and valuing order and precision in all things. Nesta finds it endearing until she can’t find her jacket she throws over the back of her chair when she needs it. Or the book she left in the living room. Or the shoes she tossed off.

Cassian’s love language is words of affirmation.

Nesta’s love language is quality time.

Nesta can tell when Cassian needs a pep talk. He’ll get this pointed look in his eyes and not offer his opinion. She reminds him why he is the general of all Night Court armies. That he’s smarter than people think and that she sees how intelligent he is even though he doesn’t like to flaunt it. She tells him that his worth is deeper than what he does for others, but defined by the male he is in his heart. Which is next to none.

Nesta doesn’t like surprises, but she loves spontaneity. She’ll finish her work day at the library and come up stairs to find Cassian leaning against a door waiting for her. He’s breathtakingly handsome as he holds out a hand for her, a wicked grin on his face. “Where are we going?” She asks. “Wherever we want,” he answers with a wink. And Nesta loves that freedom to pick up and just go. Loves even more who she gets to do it with.

Nesta has yet to convert Cassian to have a sweet tooth. Please respect her privacy in this grievous time.

Nesta’s favorite meal of all time is a pasta dish that Cassian makes. He doesn’t like to make a big deal of his cooking, but he never says no when Nesta requests it.

Now that Nesta doesn’t have to go and process her pain alone, she is open with Cassian about why bathtubs are so difficult for her. She wants to work through it, but she realizes she doesn’t have to do it alone. So, Cassian sits in the tub with her, her back pressed to him and her hands clutching his so tightly she apologizes every few minutes. He just kisses her neck and tells her to keep doing what she needs.

She realizes that what she needs is to tell someone else what happened to her in the Caldron. She can tell him—if only him. All her secrets are his to safeguard, and he does so with such fervor that she wonders if love is too shallow a word.

She tells him what happened to her in the Caldron. She shakes and she cries. He holds her tight as she describes that timeless drowning, that burning cold. He doesn’t flinch when she gets to the ragefull part where she tore something from the Caldron with her teeth. How she clawed at it, vowed to send both of them to their deaths, that she’d do it laughing. The bath water is hot but Nesta is shivering. She feels that cold again and her breaths are coming too quickly. “You’re not alone,” Cassian says in her ear. “I’m with you.” He repeats it over and over and over until the water is cold and she can open her eyes again. Until she can stand and leave that tub and cold and drowning behind.

^^BRB writing a fic about this ^^

With Feyre’s persuasion, Nuan from the Dawn Court creates a shower with running water for Nesta. Nesta hugs her sister tight and she stops counting how many times she does that now—how many times they hug each other.

Cassian and Nesta christen the new addition of the shower with a dedicated passion.

Nesta becomes a master swordsman. That’s it. That’s the headcannon. It takes her years, but eventually she beats all three of those overgrown bats—swiftly and mercilessly. Azriel’s fucking face when Nesta disarms him in the smoothest parry he’s seen in a long time will forever be a core memory for her.

Nesta expected all the gifts from Rhysand to be elaborate and useless: things she wouldn’t actually need or use. But damnit, everything he gets her she actually finds a use for. Why he decided to buy her salt and pepper shakers is beyond her, but here Nesta is using that shit everyday. The tea set he got because it was a beautiful Tuesday and he saw the set in a display case? It’s her favorite. She doesn’t tell him that, though. He gifted her thermal socks during a casual family dinner and shit, she wears them all the time and they work like a charm. The absolute sheer delight on Rhysand’s face when he sees her in the dress he got her is enough for her to bump shoulders with him and smirk.

Nesta teaches Cassian to braid her hair. He’s a quick study and she’s a quick sleeper when he plays with her hair.

It is super intimate when Nesta washes Cassian’s wings. It’s slow and deliberate and boiiii do they fwak afterwards.

Cassian grows out THE BEST beard of the bat boi’s. Nesta is very much 😦🤤💳 💥💥 💥 💥 💳 💥 💥 💥 💥 💥 💥 💳 💥 💥

I am convinced that Rhys can’t grow a beard for shit. That mans got patchy stubble AT BEST.

When the IC are having a beach or pool day, Nessian are indomitable at chicken. Do not go up against them if you don’t want to be choking on some water.

Nesta is a snuggler Nesta is a snuggler Nesta is a snuggler Nesta is a snuggler. Cassian LIVES for this. L I V E S.

They’re the most PDA friendly of the IC. Always holding hands, not shy about kissing in public, always touching one another in some fashion whether it be a hand on the other’s knee or back.

It’s only for official court business that Nesta wears her rock of a diamond, shimmering, glimmering, made of stars and moonlight, sharper than Cassian’s jawline, the single tear drop of The Mother, wedding ring. It enters the room before she does. Cassian doesn’t even pay attention to all the glares his way (okay, maybe just a little and maybe he does a little gloating) but he loves being flaunted. Nesta’s territorial side is his favorite foreplay.

When they fight, they are not allowed to sleep on the couch. They always always go to bed together.

With the Night Court having as many armies as it does, it’s honestly due for a civil war since there are so many clashing ideologies and the Night Court—as well as Prythian—is on the precipice of change. It’s not a long war, but it is complicated. Nesta and Cassian have clashing ways they want to proceed with a battle and in the heat of being at war they blow up at each other. They’re angry but keep to the no couch rule. When they wake up, the line of pillows they had put between them are on the floor and they’re holding hands. The makeup sex is 👀👌🏽

Nesta doesn’t have pierced ears, but Cassian does. She asks him to pierce them for her and when Gwyn and Emerie see the new earrings on Nesta, they convince him to do theirs, too.

They’re getting ready for bed one night, just meandering around their bedroom in comfortable silence as they go about their routines. Nesta is brushing her teeth and sees Cassian turning down the bed in the mirror. She watches him move around their room, and even though this had been their room for three years now, seeing both of their belongings together, the way he moves with ease, the smell of home on the towels and sheets, Nesta is suddenly overcome with a painful sort of gratitude that this is her life. Cassian’s fingers brush hers as he walks to his sink. He winks at her and toothpaste falls on his bare chest. She wipes it away and can’t help how tightly she hugs him to her. He stills for a moment, not expecting Nesta to embrace tighter than usual. Cassian doesn’t have to even ask Nesta what is going on, she finds that she wants to tell him. “You give me everything I didn’t know I needed,” her voice is muffled by his chest. “I was starved for love my entire life. No one ever looked at me and decided I was worth anything. They never saw what was underneath. You see me and you fill me, Cassian.” His fingers gently grasp her chin, and the gentle, watery look in his eyes chokes her. “Wherever you are is home.”

When he carries her to their bed, he holds her in his arms and their twined legs and mingled breath is more vulnerable, more intimate, than anything else they could have done.

With her mate, Nesta discovers the buoyant, lighthearted part of her heart. That she actually enjoys being care-free. Cassian brings out her joy and excitement for life, and Nesta is his peace. She is his rest and safe place.

The best part of nessian is that they never lose their fun.

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the-monster-in-your-head · 3 years

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My dream

I want to live forever but not for greed or power, I have so many things that i want to do to accomplish and achieve that i would need a hundred lifetimes to do it all, i want to learn every profession there is, to read every book available, to travel the world and document every culture and history, i want to save dying cultures from being forgotten to sail the world and to climb every mountain, to do it all in a life time would mean you don't get to enjoy and savour it as you would be jumping from moment to moment without ever taking it fully in and if you document it all it would be lost to time as you never know what the future holds you wont be able to protect it all.

I would want to have a little house in the middle of a forest that has never been touched or stained by other humans to keep it pure so that when greed destroys everything there will still exist the last sliver of hope for humanity that everything isn't gone yet.

We are meant to go to school to go to university to get a degree to get a job to work for 50 years of our life but for what, what is our impact on this world we are just another insignificant gear that can be easily replaced by the next gear in line.

What is the point to life?

I can dream but how could i ever achieve this? I don't know of any secret worlds, any fey or faeries or vampires or warlocks, or real magic in this world. At one point it may have existed but we probably extinguished it like we do with anything and all that is good in the world those who couldn’t accept that others were more powerful than they were took matters into their own hands, traces of it can be seen in the world, how some people can so easily influence others, how animals never shy away from certain individuals, how there are some who have such a way with plants that it looks like they communicate with them, the remnants of a old time where there wasn't machinery and we lived in harmony with the earth and nature around us, content with what we had.

But nothing lasts forever.

#life #death #dreams #future #past #present #thoughts #magic #wish #i can only dream #academia #exestential crisis #imortal #mortal #whats the point #morality #seriously though #spilled ink

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