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Stabmas Celebration - Cas

Thank you to those in the Slices of Whump server celebrating Stabmas (The Ides of March) with me! I have 2 more fics for later, but have a Cassiel write!

CW: Homeless Whumpee, STABBBBBBBB, Sad Stuff, Fantastic Racism Mention, Knife Violence, a Hint of Gore, and Shape-Shifter Whumpee

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It was like any normal day for Cassiel, the city life bustling around him, from the construction sites in the distance to the rumbling of cars in a constant state of traffic and seeing a never ending surge of pedestrians trying to make it to work. The combination of all the sounds gave way to a splash of multiple colors that had no real harmony, but he could see why it was something to behold; it was a symbol of a well-oiled machine, each person controlling only one part of a far grander system.

Only problem for him was that he didn’t know where he belonged in it all. He knew how to play a guitar to earn money for scraps, but beyond that, there wasn’t anything he could add to the city.

He watched on as the day turned to night and people returned to their homes while he remained outside in the cold like any average day. He set his guitar back in the case that Liam, the music shop owner, had given him, smiling as he saw that he made enough money to afford some pancakes and maybe a nice bit of protein at a local diner.

Nighttime was a little tense for him, considering he would always have to watch out for any of the Specialized Enforcement patrols that took place in the shadows, hunting for shifters. It wasn’t easy hiding from them, but he’s somehow made it through unscathed, especially considering he was a Dire Wolf shifter, and they were extinct for a long time. Or so they had thought until Cassiel was arrested.

Even though he was alone, he would sometimes lend the Beast an ear, hoping that one day, the monster that lived inside of him would no longer shed blood. Someone had to hope for the sake of the Beast.

He finally made it to the right district of the town where the diner would be, smiling to himself as he headed down the sidewalk. That was until he heard the faint sounds of a person in pain, which made him stop in his tracks, tilting his head and looking down the dimly lit street of abandoned tenements. “Oi, is anyone down there?” He called out, warily approaching one of the boarded-up doors.

“In here, man! I think I busted up my leg,” a man responded, the voice showing up as a bright teal color. Cas looked around and then at the board, wondering if it’s a trap.

Of course it’s a trap, you fucking moron, but what would I know? It’s not like I feed off of this sort of thing. Go on ahead and play ‘hero’. I am sure they are going to give you loads of hugs for it.

That’s all Cas needed to bust down the board, leaving his guitar inside of the derelict building, his eyes still adjusting to the dark. “Where are ye, lad?” He asked, taking small, calculated steps down the hallway, walking past a few doors.

“Right here.”

Cas didn’t have a chance to react, a sharp pain in his side forcing him to pull away and press his back to the wall. His eyes caught the sight of three men, one of them placing an arm across Cas’ neck and another sharp pain in the center of his stomach, his cries cut off.

“No need to be scared, buddy. We just want to take your stuff and leave. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Where’s your wallet?” His voice, still a bright teal, reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. His other hand was out of sight, but Cas knew it was most likely related to the pain in his stomach.

Wonderful. Just wonderful, boy. You’ve been stabbed. You won’t even defend yourself if you had the chance. Let me take over.

He couldn’t let the Beast win, but he felt himself getting dizzy from the agony of his injuries, tears in his eyes. The man in front of him growled and mumbled something Cas didn’t quite catch, but a powerful force made him fall to the floor with a thud, his head cracking against the wooden floor.

“Where’s your fucking wallet, low-life?!” A new voice screamed at him, placing a boot over where the initial pain was. This voice was a dim orange, but he couldn’t focus too much on it, his eyes were stuck on the blade sticking out of his stomach, which the woman casually ripped out, making Cas cry out in response.

“I d-don’t have one, lad. I swear. Me only p-possession is me guitar,” he responded, holding the woman’ ankle in a faint attempt to make the weight on his injury less. “I’m not l-lyin!” His lips trembled in fear and he saw the man who originally called for him and another man, far older than the first, conversing with each other. The older man brandished a dagger. Not any dagger, but the one that the Specialized Enforcement agents were selling to civilians to ward off shifters.

“No money means we can’t let you live, little guy,” the older man gruffly chuckled with a splash of daffodil yellow, taking a few steps towards Cas. “Any last words?”

Let go. Give in to me, and you’ll make it out. You won’t even remember a thing.

Cas started to tear up and he shut his eyes tightly, mumbling to himself and gritting his teeth when the woman dug her heels into his stab wound. “P-please don’t do dis… I don’t want it to hurt ye all.” He opened his eyes to see red beginning to take over the edge of his vision.

The older man held the blade right at Cas’ neck.

This is your final warning. GIVE IN NOW!

“I’m sorry…”

Before the red completely took over his vision, he saw the fear in the older man’s eye when Cas’ wolf jaw clamped over his arm with an audible snap.

…

Cassiel opened his eyes, glancing around for a moment to make out where he’s at. He was under a bridge in the city park, and he winced when he moved, seeing his shirt and his pants covered in blood, as well as his hands. “Is… is dis m-“

Part of it. It got messy towards the end because you were stabbed in the side and abdomen. Luckily I helped make sure you healed fast enough. Those three people won’t be a problem anymore though.

Tears blurred his vision again and he covered his face with his blood ridden hands, apologizing to yet another three souls who encountered the Beast.

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Don’t Tell Ryder; XIX: Let’s Build a Snowman!

Chapter 19 of Don’t Tell Ryder (Master List)

Pairing: Evfra de Tershaav + OC

Words: 2558

“Entering atmo now,” Suvi announced, and Cassiel bounced on the balls of her feet, grasping Colin’s arm excitedly.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” she asked him, and he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You wanna build a snowman in a dangerous blizzard?” he challenged, and Cassiel pouted.

“Maybe?” Colin chuckled, reaching up to ruffle her hair as Kallo landed the Tempest.

“WOW!” the ship jerked suddenly, one of the supports sinking a bit into the snow, and Kallo shot up.

“It’s fine!” he exclaimed. “We’re fine!”

“You sure?” Colin asked teasingly. “Want us to get out and push?” Kallo shot him an unimpressed look.

“Ha. Ha.” he deadpanned, and Colin chuckled, turning to get to the Nomad bay. Cassiel followed behind him, the two already geared up, but when the ramp lowered, Colin held up a hand in front of Cassiel’s chest, stopping her from going ahead with him, Jaal, and Liam.

“What?” she whined, and Colin shot her a look.

“Wait until I can establish a forward station,” he said, and Cassiel pouted at him, widening her eyes in hopes that he would let her come along. “Come down with the Nomad,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare, and Cassiel mirrored his posture, glaring right back at him. He narrowed his eyes, and Cassiel sighed.

“Fine,” she muttered, turning and hauling herself up to sit on the Nomad’s hood. “Be quick about it,” Colin sniggered, turning and heading down the ramp to catch up to the others. He waved at Cassiel, to which she held up her middle finger.

After the ramp closed, the Tempest shook as Kallo brought them back up into orbit.

A little less than half an hour later, Colin deployed a forward station. Cassiel’s tool pinged with the notification, and she grinned, hopping in the Nomad.

“You sure you want to actually be in the nomad while it’s deployed?” Gil asked skeptically, one eyebrow raised, and Cassiel nodded excitedly.

“Yeah!” she confirmed, and Gil grimaced, but pushed the button to lower the ramp. The mechanisms locking the Nomad in place while in flight released, and it began to roll back. Cassiel’s eyes widened.

“Wait how am I supposed to land this?” she asked worriedly, to which Gil only laughed. She looked around frantically, relaxing when she saw the forward station lift off the ground and follow the Nomad out of the Tempest, engaging a magnetic field to keep the Nomad below it while it dropped to the surface. “Thanks for the warning, Gil,” she muttered into her comm, hearing the tail ends of his laughter in reply.

“How did you expect this to happen?” he asked, to which Cassiel had no proper answer.

“Uh…” she elected not to answer, instead looking around as the Nomad was dropped down with the forward station. The blizzard that had been present when they had first arrived had calmed a bit, and she was actually able to see the snowy landscape. In the distance, she could make out a large kett structure built into the side of a mountain, and she grimaced at the sight.

Before long, the Nomad was dropped to the ground in front of a waiting Colin, Jaal, and Liam. They all grinned, getting into the Nomad. Colin got into the passenger seat, while Jaal and Liam got into the back.

“Time to see that F2 driving in action!” Liam cheered excitedly, and Cassiel smirked a bit, turning to Colin.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Hjara station,” he replied, gesturing in some general direction where there was sort of a path. “It’s that way somewhere,” Cassiel rose her brows, unimpressed.

“I’m sure there’s a lot of shit ‘that way somewhere’ Colin,” she said, but before she could strangle her older brother, SAM piped up.

“I can guide you, Cassiel,” the AI said, and Cassiel breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, SAM,” she said, glaring at her brother out of the corner of her eyes. “At least someone is useful,” before Colin could protest her statement, Cassiel shifted the Nomad and pressed the gas, allowing them to shoot forward along the icy path. Luckily, there were red blinking markers every couple of meters that guided Cassiel for the first bit of the way, but eventually they got down to an open plain of ice, and the markers stopped.

“Where to now, SAM?” she asked, and there was a pause.

“Continue heading in the direction you are pointing across the ice field,” he instructed, and Cassiel nodded, shifting the Nomad to the gear with more traction and beginning to make her way across the field.

After a couple minutes of driving, Cassiel could make out some dark shapes ahead of them.

“There is a kett encampment ahead,” SAM announced, and Cassiel groaned, slowing the Nomad to a stop.

“Is there a way around?” she asked.

“Negative, life support would deplete before reaching Hjara station on the alternative route,” SAM said, and Cassiel groaned again, looking around.

“Okay, I can work with this,” she said, continuing to drive forward.

“Uh… Cass?” Colin asked nervously. “What’re you do-woah!” he gasped as Cassiel suddenly veered to the left, going up a hill a little.

“Everyone ready?” she asked, bringing them to right above the kett camp, who had yet to see them.

“I guess?” Colin said.

“Hell yeah!” Liam cheered, and Jaal just nodded. Cassiel shifted back to the gear with less traction, pressing her foot all the way down on the gas and making the Nomad speed down the hill. A group of kett who happened to be right in her way looked up just in time to be rammed into, and their bodies were sent flying. Cassiel was proud to see that some of them didn’t get back up.

“All you guys!” she announced, and the other three quickly exited the Nomad, cold air hitting all of them as they began to fire at the remaining kett.

It ended up taking all of 3 minutes before the last kett was sent flying by a powerful nova, courtesy of Colin. The ground team all piled back into the Nomad, the humans shivering while Jaal remained unaffected by the cold.

“Okay, Hjara station here we come!” Cassiel announced as their doors closed, and then she was pulling out of the kett camp and continuing across the ice field.

Around 20 minutes later, they finally reached their destination. Cassiel smiled, opening her door, but Colin stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Stay with the Nomad,” Cassiel frowned, going to protest. “Please?” she sighed, but slumped back into her seat and closed her door once more while the others all made their way into the station. She pulled up her tool, shooting a message to Aarvos.

Cassiel: So how’s it going without my wonderful self to amuse you?

She didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

Aarvos: Amazingly, we are actually getting work done!

Aarvos: And while I would love to speak with you, I am actually going over some very important numbers right now, perhaps you should message Evfra?

Cassiel blushed at the suggestion, but pulled up Evfra’s contact anyway.

Cassiel: So how’s Narnia going?

While waiting for him to reply, Cassiel pulled up Lexi’s contact, checking in on Mr. Tumnus. After a moment, the doctor replied.

Lexi: Mr. Tumnus had been chasing his toy around quite contently, but now he has convinced Drack to play with him

[Lexi T’Perro has attached a video]

Cassiel grinned, opening the video and giggling as she watched Mr. Tumnus wag his tail, excitedly pouncing on Drack, who at first shoved the flanjaak away. Her sweet boy was persistent, however, being mindful of his horns as he headbutted Drack, who after a moment growled and whipped around, beginning to grapple with Mr. Tumnus. Cassiel could hear Lexi’s soft laughter from behind the camera as Drack allowed Mr. Tumnus to wrestle him to the ground, his front four legs on top of Drack’s chest piece while the back two were supporting him on the ground.

After the video ended, Cassiel’s tool pinged with a message from Evfra, and she grinned, going to open it, but was sidetracked when the doors to the Nomad opened, the ground team piling in once more. She grimaced, dropping her tool and looking at Colin expectantly.

“There’s someone with important intel trapped at a kett labor camp,” he explained. “We’re going to rescue him and whoever else is trapped there,” Cassiel nodded, shifting the Nomad into gear and pulling back, before pausing.

“Uh… which way?” she cringed.

“Head northward,” SAM instructed her, and Cassiel nodded, looking around and trying to figure out which way north was. “Your left,” SAM helped her after a moment, and Cassiel nodded, a slight pink to her cheeks as she turned that way and began to drive to the kett labor camp.

It only took around 10 minutes to reach the labor camp, and Cassiel allowed the Nomad to roll to a stop just outside.

“Are they… in those cages?” she asked, squinting at the bright orange containers scattered around the camp, and Jaal nodded.

“They keep prisoners in individual cells scattered around to decrease the likelihood of escape,” he explained, and Cassiel grimaced.

Colin opened his door, turning to Liam and Jaal.

“Ready?” he asked, to which they both nodded. “Let’s go!” and he was flinging open his door and booking it to the kett facility, Liam and Jaal only a few steps behind him. As soon as they had slammed their doors shut, Cassiel was swinging back to grab the sniper rifle she had installed in the central panel. She pressed the button to make the sunroof on the Nomad open, and then grabbed the sniper rifle and stood. Quickly assembling it, she looked down the scope.

A kett was trying to make its way around the team, approaching Liam from behind. Cassiel took in a deep breath, focusing on him, and as she blew out squeezed the trigger.

The recoil startled her momentarily, it had been so long since she had fired a sniper, but she was happy to see her shot land right in the kett’s skull, an icky green-yellow substance flying everywhere. Cassiel quickly scanned the area, looking for any more targets. Colin had reached the first containment field, and a heavily armored kett was approaching him with a large gun raised. Liam and Jaal were occupied a little ways down the ramp, and Cassiel gasped, firing at the kett. It staggered forward with her first hit, which had gone into its left shoulder blade. Cassiel’s eyes narrowed as she fired again, hitting its neck. The kett collapsed to its knees, dropping the gun and bringing its clawed hands to its neck where she had hit. The orange containment field began to open as Cassiel reloaded her rifle, and Colin whipped around, smashing the kett’s head with his krogan hammer. Cassiel let out a puff of air in relief as she snapped the clip in, watching as the angara who had been in the cage scrambled to grab the downed kett’s gun and Colin ran off to open the next cage. Liam and Jaal followed after him, and Cassiel kept her scope swinging around the escaped angara, making sure no kett were around trying to attack him.

The angara fumbled with the heavy gun, trying to lift it and failing. She planted her feet, trying again only for it to clatter back to the icy ground. The purple angara raised her head, looking around for another weapon, and began running towards one of the smaller kett Liam and Jaal had dealt with earlier. As she did so, however, one of the others on the ground, who was apparently not as dead as everyone had thought, raised his gun and pointed it at the woman. Cassiel’s eyes widened, and she was quick to aim and pull the trigger, shooting the kett’s hand and causing the gun to go flying. It let out a scream of agony that Cassiel could hear all the way from the Nomad over the gunfire, and she cringed, shooting it once more in the head. The angaran woman startled, looking around and seeing Cassiel’s figure sticking out of the Nomad. She grabbed a gun, this one much easier to pick up, and waved at Cassiel in thanks before following after Colin.

After the angara they had come for had been freed, and Colin was placed in charge of a drive holding some very important information, they drove back to Hjara station. Colin, Liam, and Jaal hopped out once more, leaving Cassiel with instructions to stay in the vehicle. She sighed, relaxing back into the seat, before startling, remembering that she had a message from Evfra that she had yet to read. She quickly pulled up her tool, smiling as she opened Evfra’s contact.

Evfra: Narnia is going well, though I cannot figure out what a faun is. All the articles I have found are very confusing.

Cassiel giggled, typing out a quick explanation.

Cassiel: A faun has the the upper body of a human, and the legs of a goat. Picture a flanjaak’s legs on a human torso

Cassiel was surprised when Evfra responded almost immediately, jumping at the ping from her tool.

Evfra: What’s the point of that?

Cassiel hummed, thinking on that for a moment. What was the point of mythical creatures? She hadn’t really thought of that until now, growing up in a culture with many, many mythical creatures. The whole genre of fantasy, even! She wasn’t really sure what their point was except…

Cassiel: Fun. Fantasy gives us fantastical creatures and epic battles that inspire us and let us escape our own reality!

She hummed absentmindedly to herself as she waited for him to reply, looking up and seeing Colin talking to a bright blue angaran woman right outside a building. He looked like he was wrapping things up. Cassiel almost jumped in surprise when she realized what she was humming. A Disney song. That part wasn’t surprising, Disney movies were all the Ryder siblings’ guilty pleasures. What was surprising, however, was that it was I Won’t Say I’m In Love from Hercules. Her cheeks heated up, and Cassiel found herself glad that nobody was around to witness the blush on her cheeks. She giggled at herself, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of having feelings for Evfra.

Cassiel: You know, you should watch Hercules, it’s an animated Disney vid

Cassiel hit send on the message before she could doubt whether or not she should. After a minute, Cassiel looked up to see Colin walking towards the Nomad. Her tool pinged.

Evfra: I found it on a database.

I don’t think I would understand any of it

Cassiel: Then next shore leave on Aya I’ll have to watch it with you and explain it!

She hit send just as Colin opened his door. She sent him a smile, starting up the Nomad’s engine.

“So?” she asked, and Colin shrugged.

“You, Vetra, and Drack can do the monoliths tomorrow if you want,” he offered, and Cassiel beamed.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he sighed as if greatly put upon, and Cassiel giggled, giving him an awkward side hug, maneuvering around the gear shift in between them.

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