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One of my favorite little bits from K2SO is when he softly says ‘Cassian, I’m sorry about the slap.’ you fully realize how much this sarcastic trash can really loves his reprogrammer.
With ACOTAR
You meet Rhys, a hot powerful man who’s also a high fae lord.
And then
XD you Meet his friends.
Azriel. Shadow weaver, silent death bringing hot man
Amren, the literal god force that shouldn’t be there
Morrigan, the best girl boss general ever
And then we have Cassian. From the outside? Cassian is a badass murder general. Getting to know him? Absolute flirty goofball
XD
what is up every authors obsession with making the male love interest have scars
aaron warner cardan greenbriar maxon schreave rhys larsen lucien vanserra azriel shadowsinger cassian tiberias calore (cal)
please tell me if i missed some because i probably did
Cassian - An unexpected meeting (ACOTAR)
Y/n (she/her) x Cassian (ACOTAR)
This short fic takes place in the pleasure hall, Rita's, with an infuriating Ex and an unexpected encounter 🤭
No trigger warnings, just an annoying Ex and some help from a handsome general 😏
(Disclaimer: I am dyslexic, so hopefully it doesn't suck)
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Rita’s had always been a dazzling pleasure hall, a cherished haunt where fae from every corner of Valaris converged for a night of revelry. The air was thick with the intoxicating mix of bitter alcohol and the musky scent of bodies in motion. The vibrant, electric music pulsated through the space, drawing everyone into its rhythmic embrace. With so many bodies intertwining and grinding to the infectious beat, it was no wonder that this establishment basked in its popularity.
Y/n had come out with a spirited group of friends, their laughter and enthusiastic chatter dancing alongside the music. Dressed to the nines, she turned heads, catching fleeting glances filled with admiration and curiosity. The flashing lights and frenetic energy surged through her veins like a potent elixir as she savoured her third drink of the evening. The delightful buzz of alcohol wrapped around her, soothing the stress that had gnawed at her mind for weeks.
As she danced, lost in the moment, a sudden awareness crept over her—a potent sensation of being watched. Not a mere glance but a deliberate gaze that made her skin prickle. Seeking the source, she found—an all-too-familiar figure. A high-fae male striding confidently across the room, his blonde hair shimmering like spun gold under the strobe lights. When her eyes locked with his, clarity sparked in her mind, igniting memories of the stubborn bastard who had once been her partner.
In an instant, the vibrant atmosphere of the night seemed to drain away, replaced by a hollow ache of disgust and annoyance. It was just like him to intrude on her moment of joy. As she scanned the crowd for her friends, a wave of panic washed over her upon finding only the glassy-eyed faces of strangers. The realisation that she had been left behind tightened like a noose around your chest.
A scowl danced across her face as the blonde male pushed through the throng, unmistakable displeasure etched in her every feature. Yet the male remained undeterred, closing the distance with an unnerving swagger. His voice, barely rising above the raucous music, dripped with condescension, stoking the flames of y/n’s anger. “Come to show off your new male? Oh, wait. You came alone, didn’t you? Are you that desperate for my attention, hm?” The wicked amusement glinting in his eyes only served to amplify the fury bubbling within her.
But just before her resentment could erupt, a deep, slightly rough voice sliced through the noise beside the two. “And who are you talking to, sweetheart?” The words trembled through her body, sending an exhilarating shiver down her spine. A strong arm encircling waist, pulling her gently against the tall figure standing protectively by her side. Hazel eyes, filled with a fierce scowl, fixed on the blonde male.
The blonde male’s gaze flickered between y/n and the towering newcomer, taking note of the protective embrace. Yet, he seemed unfazed by the imposing presence, his voice dripping with bravado as he shouted over the music, “And who are you to call them that?” The hand resting on y/n’s waist began to draw gentle circles on her skin, an instinctive act of reassurance that calmed the chaos swirling within her.
The taller male let the silence stretch, creating an almost palpable tension, and y/n’s gaze was drawn upward to his striking features. Surprise blossomed within her at the sight of his hazel eyes, so rich and warm that they felt almost inviting. He stood tall and confident, his shoulder-length dark hair tousled as if he had just run a hand through it in exasperation. But what captivated y/n even more were his magnificent wings—vast and membranous, unmistakably Illyrian. Yet instead of fear, there was an unexpected comfort in his presence, a feeling that he was attuned to her distress.
The male seemed to sense her reassurance, a charming smirk spreading across his lips, inadvertently igniting a blush on y/n’s cheeks. His gaze shifted back to her Ex, his expression growing cold and unyielding. “You know this rat, sweetheart?” His gentle yet formidable tone drew y/n’s attention back to the blonde male, whose disgruntled expression sparked a flicker of amusement in her.
“No,” she declared firmly, satisfaction threading through her voice as it cut through the music. The arm around her waist shifted, and the male turned, guiding her away from the tension that could have marred her night. “Good,” he replied, a hint of approval lacing his tone.
As y/n blinked up at him, relief washing over her, she felt like she was traversing away from the shadows of the past and stepping into the light of a much brighter evening.
~~~~~~ The end... or is it? ~~~~~~
Only my second fic, but hoping to make many more 😊
let me know if there's anything I could improve on pls, positive criticism is always appreciated ❤
Accidentally fell into the Sarah J. Maas universe for a hot minute. Tutorials on how to leave prythian and re-enter society would be appreciated.
Officiant: Repeat after me
Cassian: After me
Officiant, turning to Nesta: Are you sure this is the one you want? It's a lifetime commitment...
when are we gonna talk about
nesta Made the House out of intense loneliness and isolation
"When you arrived here, what did you wish for most?"
"A friend. Deep down, I wanted a friend."
"So you Made one. Your power brought the House to life with a silent wish born from loneliness and desperate need."
pg 632
she literally created the House and its dark heart out of need for support
bro ship wars aside, if azriel doesn’t end up w gwyn (which he might not bc let’s be real no one knows who’s endgame) i want them to be friends so badly. like their friendship could be unmatched. same thing if he doesn’t end up w elain. i just like all the characters and i think their relationships, platonic or romantic, are important.