#illyria

[libartz]

I am WEAK for this character type. Whenever I see one I go completely feral

#lil talks #star trek #buffyverse #good omens #lost in space #dragon age #detroit become human #the sandman #aziraphale #crowley #anya btvs #illyria #seven of nine #saru #the doctor #connor dbh #justice dragon age #cole dragon age #odo #t’pol #tuvok #kara dbh #castiel #vision #spock #data star trek #the crystal gems #al an subnautica #killer frost #venom symbiote

[elains]

Azriel's association with Enalius, what it means for his arc and Illyria

This is something me and my friends have talked about off tumblr, but I wanted to write my own post about it and gather my thoughts. But here, I'll discuss a bit Azriel's character and how the revelations we witness in House of Flame and Shadow will be important to his character. (+ a little bit of Emerie).

What do we know about Enalius? From ACOSF, Emerie provides us with a little exposition when they are in the Rite, when the Pass of Enalius is brought up:

Long ago—so long ago they don’t even have a precise date for it—a great war was fought between the Fae and the ancient beings who oppressed them. One of its key battles was here, in these mountains. Our forces were battered and outnumbered, and for some reason, the enemy was desperate to reach the stone at the top of Ramiel. We were never taught the reason why; I think it’s been forgotten. But a young Illyrian warrior named Enalius held the line against the enemy soldiers for days.

Now, from the Crescent City crossover, we learned that Truth-teller and Gwydion are twin blades. They are a pair. According to the Silene History Lesson, the dagger used to belong to her father's (Fionn's) dear friend, slain during the war. A bit later, when they find Vesperus, she confirms that this friend was Enalius:

The Asteri’s eyes flared with recognition at the long blade. “Did Fionn send you, then? To slay me in my sleep? Or was it that traitor Enalius? I see that you bear his dagger—as his emissary? Or his assassin?”

Immediately before that, she also confirms that the Asteri crafted (which can either mean created, shaped forged, but we are going with created) the Illyrians:

The Asteri’s blue eyes lowered to the dagger. “You dare draw a weapon before me? Against those who crafted you, soldier, from night and pain?”

From everything, we can conclude this: Enalius was the original wielder of Truth-teller before Fionn and Theia, a dear friend to Fionn, and someone who pulled the ultimate sacrifice to keep the Asteri/Daglan from reaching the top of Ramiel. He was a traitor to the Asteri, a rebel against his masters and everything they stood for.

Enalius is the hero most Illyrians strive to mimic, the legendary figure who they all hope to one day surpass. He's a symbol of their people, even if so much about him has been forgotten — the fact that he had a dagger, Fionn's friendship, what the battle was for, maybe even how he was as a person. Brave, for sure. Willing to die for the cause.

And it's Azriel who bears his dagger. Azriel, who has such a complicated relationship with his Illyrian heritage and loaths it - and by extension, himself - is the one with this enormous legacy right at this hand. And this matters.

Still in ACOSF, we have Rhys talking with Cassian and wanting him to play Courtier, the following exchange then follows:

“What, we’re doing some role reversal? Az gets to lead the Illyrians now?” “Don’t play stupid,” Rhys said coolly. Cassian rolled his eyes. But they both knew Azriel would sooner disband and destroy Illyria than help it. Convincing their brother that the Illyrians were a people worth saving was still a battle amongst the three of them.

Azriel hates the Illyrians for what happened to him and his mother and his dislike for them is, to a degree, understandable. The thing is that Azriel, no matter how much he loaths it, is Illyrian. Maybe he's more than that (as it's pointed that Az is different in a lot of ways and Bryce wonders if he is Starborn), but at heart, he's Illyrian. Siphons, leathers, fighting, being Carynthian, his wings, his scabbard and the dagger it holds.

It was healthy, perhaps, for Az to sometimes remember where he'd come from. He still wore the Illyrian leathers. Had not tried to get the tattoos removed. Some part of him was Illyrian still. Always would be. Even if he wished to forget it.

Being Illyrian is part of who he is and his deep hatred for them only fuel his self-loathing. He would like to set himself apart, but he is not.

We can actually draw a direct parallel between Azriel and Bryce with how they regard the Fae vs the Illyrians. Bryce loathes the Fae and for most of HoFaS, she believes they are evil, corrupt, power-hungry and quite generally, not worth saving. She would leave them all to burn. Sound familiar?

And Bryce is wrong. Sathia challenges her notion, pointing out that she's laying judgement to all fae and that is hardly fair. What the one who don't deserve it? Herself, yes, but Flynn, Declan, and Ruhn himself? Do they deserve to burn too? Bryce herself acknowledges this:

Urd had sent her there to see, even in the small fraction of their world that she’d witnessed, that Fae existed who were kind and brave. She might have had to betray Nesta and Azriel, trick them … but she knew that at their cores, they were good people. The Fae of Midgard were capable of more. Ruhn proved it. Flynn and Dec proved it. Even Sathia proved it, in the short time Bryce had known her.

And this part here sums up quite neatly:

Fire met starlight met shadows, and Bryce loosed herself on the world. It ended today. Here. Now. This had nothing to do with the Asteri, or Midgard. The Fae had festered under leaders like these males, but her people could be so much more.

There are Illyrians who are kind and brave and break the mold. We see this with Emerie, who is also a woman. We see that with Balthazar, Cassian. The main point stands, though, that you cannot judge or condemn an entire race for the bad apples.

Azriel is wrong, just as Bryce was wrong, and his journey will be also to realise that his people are worth saving. They were created of night and pain (words that Azriel embodies, being a master of shadows and a torturer), but that is not everything they need to be. They can be more than soldiers. They can thrive.

And I believe this was something Enalius himself came to the believe, long ago. His people deserved more than to be slaves to the Asteri, forced to give them their power when need be, bred to live and die for them. They could be more. And Enalius died to free his people from their chains.

Is Azriel Enalius's blooded descendant? I'm not sure, but he doesn't need to be. Azriel is Enalius successor because he will finish what was started. He'll uncover the secrets of the past, what his people were in truth, what Enalius rebelled for, what he stood for, what the Blood Rite truly means - which he only got a glimpse of.

And this is where I think Emerie will also come in. She's s one of ACOSF most relevant characters and the first female Illyrian to be Carynthian. I think Emerie will also become an inspirational figure to the Illyrian women, another of these what they coud be. What they can be. And more importantly and that is just a theory, what they were.

Orestes was a warrior. What if so was Carynth and she was woman? The name always struck me as similar to Carina, which is the name of a constellation and commonly used by women. It would be ironic and another shaking revelation to the Illyrians that Carynth, for whom their greatest warriors are named after, was a woman.

Does that mean all Illyrian women must become Valkyries? No, but some might wish to follow this path whilst their society takes its time to catch up. They already shook the status quo and with Nesta poised to have a big role (andthe Valkyries along her), they will continue to do so.

Azriel will uncovered the lost history of Vesperus offered him all the clues he needed to start looking. His journey to find out this secrets will lead to him facing his own demons, confronting his loathing for his people and, in doing so, he will make peace with himself.

#hofas spoilers #azriel #shout out to yaz for helping me fish the quotes #my meta #acotar #acosf #emerie #illyria

[bloomingdarkgarden]

3 B R O T H E R S | Growing up in Illyria

#moodboard request #rhysand #cassian #Azriel #bat boys #acotar #illyria #acotar edit

[mycatismyfriend]

Angel the Series | 5x17 "Underneath"

#i would die for them #Angel the Series #Ats #Angel #Atsedit #dailyats #Illyria #Wesley Wyndam Pryce #Wesley Wyndam-Pryce #ats 5x17 #Slayerdaily #buffysource #mine #my gifs #amy acker #tvedit

[thelov3lybookworm]

A request for you if you feel so inclined 🥹 this doesn’t need to be romantic unless you want to spin it that way. What if cassian or azriel at one point saved an Illyrian girl from getting her wings clipped and from that point forward she idolizes them. Every time they stop by her camp she’s always there to greet them with whatever sweets she baked that day (she helps out in the kitchens at the camp) and asks them about their missions and adventures, if they’re sleeping well or eating enough and just overall doting on them. (And then if there’s a romantic twist, one day she goes to greet them and the bond snaps and she just fumbles over whether or not to offer the cookies she made that day because wouldn’t that be WAY too soon to accept a mating bond? 👀) Maybe she wants to be trained as a Valkyrie but her parents won’t allow it. maybe the girl is devlon’s daughter? But doesn’t have to be! This was a lot sorry lol (love love LOVE all your work by the way 🥰)

Mere coincidence?

Summary: Y/n never thought she would ever be treated like more than trash. So it's a surprise when one of the most powerful men in the entirety of Prythian saves her.

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A/n: hey darling, I love this so much❣️😌. Also, don't worry about it. I love when you all send me asks, especially when it has a lot of things to work with 😉

Also, I mostly try to go with someone who isn't Azriel when you tell me to choose because there's a lot of azzie stuff that I have and not enough for others Bois so I hope it's okay.

I kept this one short because I didn't want to keep you waiting. I'll be writing a part two soon. Please let me know what you think about it!

Anyways, that's all. Enjoy!

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Everything was flying downhill, which was not the best choice of words, as in a moment, she would never be able to fly.

She tried again to loosen the bonds on her wrists, all in vain. She'd been tied here since dawn, and it was now afternoon. They did this all the time to females, just to make them feel more helpless. It made them feel like they had time to escape, but they didn't.

There weren't many female who had been able to get freed of the bonds on their wrists, but the few who did? They were shot down before they could even reach flying heights.

Y/n looked around. No one paid attention to her, as if she didn't exist. Maybe for them she didn't. It was common occurrence that a female, sometimes more than one, would be tied to one of the posts in the center of the camp. It was only her today.

Snow crunched behind her, and she stiffened. Her father walked around her to her front, kneeling. He studied her for a moment before standing.

"Get the equipments." He called out to someone behind him.

"Yes my lord!" The Illyrian said before running off as a crowd gathered.

She stared at him.

Her father.

But that's not what people thought of when they talked about him. No, what came to mind when people saw her father was a great warrior. That he was the Lord of the camp.

Lord Devlon.

"What are you looking at girl? Staring like that wouldn't spare you."

"I know. I'm not stupid enough to think that." She lifted her chin. Which was not the right choice, as her father looked on the verge of chopping someone to pieces. That someone being her.

But she didn't care. Being chopped to pieces was preferable to losing her wings. There was nothing she was scared of, because no matter what she did or didn't do, her wings were going to be clipped today.

She could be a brat, or she could be the most innocent and naive female, who would do anything the males asked of her. It wouldn't fucking matter, because in the end, the thing that mattered most to her, she would be stripped of.

When two Illyrians came to turn her around, she stood before they could touch her. She didn't want anyone touching her. Even if she was going to her death, she would go by her own two feet. She will not be dragged anywhere by people who had to belittle and hurt females to feel powerful.

She stood and, maintaining eye contact with her fuming father, and turned away, baring her back and wings to him, flaring them wide.

Nothing happened for a moment, and then a footstep sounded. Another and then another.

She took a deep breath, readying herself for the pain and anguish when she felt the cold press of the tools on one of her wings. She bit her tongue when the tool started slowly digging into her back, awaiting the–

A loud thump echoed through the still and silent crowd, and slowly people started dispersing. She blinked, daring to turn her head to look when the tool left her back. Her father was thrown on the ground, and the people who were still standing next to them gasped.

What the hell?

She turned as much as she could, and she found herself staring into the hazel eyes of the General of Night Court.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice low and raspy. She nodded, not knowing what to do with the fact that this male was talking to her. He nodded, slashing through the bonds on her wrist with a dagger before turning back to her father.

"Touch her or her wings again and you'll be carcass before you can blink."

Hey father snarled, trying to get up but before he could even get one leg under him, the General was on him, landing punch after punch on his face.

She stood there shocked. Why the hell was the General here? And, why in the hell was he saving her?

As she stared, wondering if she should do anything to save her father, totally not enjoying the show, another Illyrian landed nearby. This new arrival pulled the General off of her father.

A hint of disappointment entered her, but she chided herself for thinking that way.

Y/n watched as the two Illyrian murmured furiously to each other, and then the one with the blue siphons turned to her father.

"I believe you understood what he wanted to say. Don't make us repeat ourselves. The High Lord will be here shortly."

"He didn't send–"

"No he didn't. But who do you think owns this place, and, indirectly, your life?"

"Curse you, you bastards." The two Illyrians looked as indifferent to her father's insult as a cat to its owner's affection.

The General then walked to where she stood, his siphons casting a light red glow over his form and his immediate surroundings. "Are you sure you are alright?"

She nodded numbly, staring at the absolute giant of a man.

"Stay away from her you disgusting pig!" Her father spat as he climbed to his feet.

The General cocked his head, sharing a look with the Spymaster before turning away.

"Mind your language Devlon. I'll be back to check on her. And I swear to the Cauldron, if she is hurt or loses her wings, I will act on my promise."

Why the hell would he do that?

Her father barked at her to get back to her duties, cursing and grunting as he left with a few Illyrian men.

But Y/n stared after the General and Spymaster's retreating forms, clutching her left elbow with her right.

Wondering if it was a mere coincidence that they had arrived just before she lost her precious wings.

She didn't know why the General cared enough to threaten to kill her father if her wings were clipped, but she did know one thing.

She would fight. For herself and her life.

She wouldn't just sit back and take whatever the males threw at her, making herself smaller to feed their egos.

She had always tried to not be a nuisance to her father or any others, having always thought that she was worth nothing.

No. She wasn't the one who thought that way. She had been forced to think that way by the ideals and traditions that had been embedded in their minds.

And now, she would fight.

She would endure anything thrown her way, and she would face it.

She will train with the men. Of course, after she finished all the chores assigned to her.

And if she died in the process of her rebellion?

Then she would have died for a great cause.

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Part 2

Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess

#cassian #cassian x you #cassian x reader #acosf #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fandom #acotar fanfic #acotar fluff #acotar series #acotar writing #Valkyrie #illyrian #Illyria #night court #General of night court #lord of bloodshed

[genericaces]

so i've got a very specific pitch for you

#fred burkle #illyria #angel the series #ats #art #believe it or not this is #fred x illyria #this is all part of an extremely elaborate ats s5 au i have #i just want more gritty fred #love wesley but also would like to have seen AD play the shit out of an evil alien lady in their weird psychosexual stand-offs #wes!illyria

[fallinginaforrest]

"There are fragments... Memories."

the Illyriad Wesley has been living in my brain rent free, so please take this as an offering. This AU was created by @genericaces I believe! Their art is absolutely amazing and feeds the brainrot I have for the whole Angel Investigations crew.

#art #send help #artists on tumblr #fanart #ats #angel the series #ats fanart #angel the series fanart #wesley wyndam pryce #alexis denisof #illyria #wes!illyria #buffyverse #buffyverse au #au

[silverlinedeyes]

The Rot In The Land…

Is it corrupting the people who live there as well?

I was talking to @wingedblooms about her and @offtorivendell and others’ theory that Elain will heal the barren parts of Prythian through her lifesinging powers, or healing powers, or raw magic, or maybe even the magic of the Mother (too many questions about and options for Elain’s magic 😅), including in particular Ramiel.

And it got me thinking about the barren lands we’ve seen in Prythian and Midgard that seem to be leeched of life, almost infected somehow: Illyria, the Court of Nightmares, the Prison, Avallen, the Middle.

In all of those lands that have people living there currently—Illyria, the Court of Nightmares, and Avallen—we see that those societies appear almost corrupted. They’re backwards. The people seem bad. They treat their women poorly and oppress them. There is almost a rot within the culture, within the people themselves. And in those lands that don’t have people living there, monsters live instead, perhaps feeding on the rot and darkness in the land, or at least thriving from it?

Why are all these “backwards” corrupt cultures located around these barren lands? Is the magic or essence that is draining the life from the land and corrupting it also infecting and corrupting the people who live there? Is it draining their goodness from them? Darkening their souls?

Will healing the Land heal the People?

When Bryce revived Avallen, did that remove what was corrupting the people who lived there? Will it cause a change in the Avallen people and culture over time because the infection essentially is gone?

And if Elain heals Ramiel and the Court of Nightmares, will it not only bring spring back to the land as @wingedblooms so brilliantly has predicted and heal the land, but will it also allow free the people and societies who live there of the rot (dark essence) that has the infected and corrupted them for millennia, and allow them to move forward free of this darkness and evil towards goodness and the light?

Will the Illyrians and the Court of Nightmares be able to finally reform themselves and move towards an equal and just and good society once they are freed of this rot that has corrupted them?

#Elain #acotar #acotar theory #a promise of spring #will elain healing the land heal illyria? #Elain life-giver #crossover theory #Illyria #court of nightmares #avallen #life and death and rebirth

[nocontextbtvs]

#spike btvs #illyria #angel the series #buffy the vampire slayer

[bxriles]

Sooo I’m considering writing a fic about two Hewn City siblings where the sister entered into a political marriage with Rhysand (pre ACOTAR of course) and where the brother starts a rebellion after his sister mysteriously dies once Rhysand makes it known that he has a mate…

Thoughts?? Would anyone even read that? I really just want an excuse to practice my writing skills tbh and I think it would be fun to write Rhys as a true villain from another perspective.

Plus I want to explore the concept of how the dreamers in the Court of Nightmares felt being abandoned by their High Lord.

#acotar fic #acotar critical #rhysand critical #sjm critical #sarah j maas #court of nightmares #hewn city #anti ic #anti rhysand #anti morrigan #acotar #anti sjm #I’m genuinely asking too! #like give me y’all’s feedback #fic writing #anti cassian #high lords of prythian #illyria #I am talking full rebellion too #like going to the Illyrians about fully doing something about their HL #velaris

[comicbookcovers]

Jigsaw puzzle covers!

#comics #jigsaw #jigsaw puzzles #planetary #Elijah Snow #batman #punisher #wonder woman #nemesis #Valkyrie #illyria #winifred burkle #riddler #cluemaster

[kingoftheu]

Angel is a Whedon Show, and brings with it that baggage. But given the sheer amount of discourse that has emerged from redemption arcs, I think it is interesting because its an entire show based around the concept of redemption. The work that goes in, the reversals and advances. Is there a point where you are crowned "redeemed" or is that an illusion on the horizon? Is forgiveness ever owed? At what point does failing to recognize someone has changed cross a line? Lots of interesting stuff to explore.

And not just from the main character.

(Also that finale)

#angel #angel the series #angelus #joss whedon #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy btvs #angel ats #angel btvs #buffyverse #cordelia chase #allen doyle #doyle ats #wesley wyndam pryce #charles gunn #fred burkle #lorne #conner angel #harmony kendall #Illyria #spike #spike ats #spike btvs #redemption #redemption arc #meta #televison #television

[truemoondust]

Angel (1999-2004) || 5x22 - Not Fade Away

#angel the series #ats #atsedit #wesley wyndam pryce #illyria #alexis denisof #amy acker #my gifs

[mycatismyfriend]

#Illyria spitting out straight facts.

#just illyria and wesley being depression buddies #Ats #Angel the Series #Angel #Illyria #Wesley Wyndam Pryce #Wesley Wyndam-Pryce #Ats 5x17 #dailyats #buffysource #slayerdaily #buffyverse #atsedit #amy acker #mine #my gifs #tv edit

[thelov3lybookworm]

Scones

Summary : Cassian is sick, and his friend is there to help him.

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A/n: for you, my love @aroseinvelaris ❣

(i dont like how i wrote this, so....)

Hope y'all like it! Enjoy!

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Y/n flounced up to the town house, entering with a huge smile on her face. She had finally acquired her best friends favourite scones after days of trying. They were so loved by the whole of Velaris they would be sold out before she even woke up. So today she had woken up extra early to get these.

Cassian would be so happy. That was all she could think about.

Y/n searched around the house for Cassian, but could find him nowhere. He was not in his usual haunts. Maybe he was in the house of wind?

As Y/n made to step out of the kitchen, Azriel walked in. He sent a nod to Y/n before continuing on towards the sink.

"Hey Azriel. Do you know where Cassian is?"

Azriel glanced at her. "No. Haven't seen him today."

She nodded. "Alright."

With that, she turned and walked out of the house. Spreading her wings, she launched into the air, flying against the air towards the house of wind.

As soon as she landed, she set off towards Cassian's bedroom. The house was unusually quiet, especially for when if Cassian was present.

"Cassian?" Y/n called out before she cracked the door open. It was pitch black in there, so dark that she wouldn't have known if someone was standing right in front of her.

"Yes?" A weak voice called back, and she stepped in fully, closing the door behind her.

"Why is it so dark in here?" She walked straight towards where she knew the window was, and threw the curtains open. She turned to Cassian when he groaned to find the blankets over his face.

She set the pack of scones on his bedside table and tugged on his blankets. "Come on Cass. Wake up. It's nearly afternoon. Did you not have training today?"

"Go away." He mumbled, his voice muffled.

Finally, after a few attempts, Y/n was able to pull off the blanket from his face.

What she found was not what she expected.

He looked... miserable, to put it nicely.

"Go away." He grunted again, trying to pull the blanket over his face.

Y/n looked around the room, for the first time realising what a mess it was. Balled up tissues everywhere, clothes lying haphazardly in a pile on a nearby armchair, bowls and plates stacked precariously on his desk.

Y/n placed a hand on Cassian's forehead, gasping. He was burning up.

She sighed. "Cass, do you have fever?"

"No." He sniffed.

Despite the worry now growing in her, Y/n had the urge to smile. He still was as stubborn and adorable as ever.

Despite the... substance running down his nose as he sat up, looking around the bed for something.

Y/n spotted the box of tissues nearby, and she held it out to him. He snatched it from her, pulling out three papers before blowing out his nose, loudly.

Y/n scrunched her nose. "When did you last bath?"

"Are you saying I stink?" He barked, his eyes finding her face.

Y/n blinked, then narrowed her eyes. Usually, Cassian had a flirtatious tone when talking to her. Now he sounded like he couldn't stand her.

He immediately looked guilty, but he made no move to explain his sour mood.

"I'll get some bath water ready for you." She made to turn away, but he stopped her.

"I don't want to bath. Leave me alone." He went to lie down again, but she was faster and caught his shoulders. If he really wanted to, he could have lied down still, as Y/n definitely was no match for his strength. But he didn't, and that concerned Y/n further.

"You will take a bath Cassian, and then you will eat. You can sleep after."

"Y/n-" He paused, sniffing. His head turned to look at his bedside table, and his eyes widened, almost comically. "Is that-"

"Yes. That is why I am telling you to go freshen up. After that, you can have it."

That made Cassian finally agree, but not without grumbling like an old cranky female first.

Despite his grumbling, he stood. Stretching a bit, he leaned on Y/n as she led him to the bathroom, where the tub was already filled with hot water, thanks to the house. She sat him down on the edge of the tub, putting in all the oils she knew he liked.

As she worked, she felt his eyes on her the entire time. Ignoring the gaze, she finished up preparing the bath for him, then she turned to him, pointing towards the bath, one hand on her hip.

He rolled his eyes as he began to get undressed.

Blood rose to Y/n's cheeks, and she turned away just in time to stop herself from looking at his... at him.

"I will be waiting outside. Don't die. Or miss me too much." She mumbled before she walked out, closing the door behind her.

"You don't miss me too much." Called out Cassian, making her smile.

As she took in the state of his bedroom, she sighed and set to clean it up before he decided to waltz in and ruin her progress.

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Cassian had finally decided to grace Y/n with his presence a few moments ago, and he was now sat on his bed, munching on the scones Y/n brought him. She simply watched him eat, a small smile on her face.

As he held the last bite in his hand, he asked her again if she wanted to try it. She shook her head, and he shrugged, shoving the whole thing in his mouth.

After he was done chewing, Y/n arranged the pillows around him, helping him settle down. When he stared up at her, she fidgeted awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

"So..." Cassian began, his cheeks reddening.

"I should leave."

His eyes flashed with alarm. "No."

Y/n blinked. "No?"

He shook his head, patting the space next to him. "Stay."

"So I can get sick too?" She teased, but eased down next to him, inching closer.

He scowled. "I don't-"

"Shut up. And go to sleep."

He did, pulling her closer to him and laying his head on her chest, a sigh escaping him.

Y/n smiled, running her hands through his hair.

"Thank you." Cassian mumbled, already beginning to drift off.

"Don't mention it."

"I want more scones."

"We'll get Az to bring you more."

"I love you."

Y/n stiffened, her eyes going wide as she stared at his head. He didn't seem to notice though, as he began snoring a moment later.

The house pulled the curtains closed then, plunging the room in darkness.

And there, in the dark where no one could have heard her, she whispered back.

"I love you."

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

#cassian #cassian x you #cassian x reader #acosf #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fandom #acotar fanfic #acotar fluff #acotar series #acotar writing #Valkyrie #illyrian #Illyria #night court #General of night court #lord of bloodshed #mating bond #acotar headcanon #sarah j maas

[cassianappreciationweek]

Announcing Cassian Appreciation Week 2023!

Join us in celebrating our favorite bat boy from July 30 through August 5, 2023!

Welcome to Cassian Appreciation Week 2023! Feel free to participate in any way you can, from headcanons, fanart, moodboards, fics, drabbles…. no matter how big or small, anything celebrating Cassian is welcome! 

Please tag @cassianappreciationweek and use the tag #CassianAppreciationWeek2023 so we can see all your lovely posts!

This year’s prompts are as follows:

Day One: Brother ⚔︎ Cassian has a unique bond with Rhys and Azriel, but he's always ready to slip into the big brother role with anyone who needs it. How do you see him as a brother?

Day Two: Gentle ⚔︎ When it comes to those he cares about, we all know Cassian has a big heart (and big hands). How do you think he shows his gentle nature to those around him?

Day Three: Illyrian ⚔︎ Cassian's love of his homeland is well-documented throughout the series. How do you see him celebrating his culture?

Day Four: Lover ⚔︎ Cassian has had many opportunities for love across Prythain — who do you ship him with? Nesta? Azriel? Eris? Lucien? Any and all ships are welcome!

Day Five: Lion Hearted ⚔︎ Although we don’t know Cassian’s official birthday, we know how much Fire Sign Energy he gives off. How do you see Cassian celebrating his birthday and channeling his inner Leo?

Day Six: Lord of Bloodshed ⚔︎ Cassian is one of the most powerful Illyrians in history. How do you think he earns — and continues to earn — his unofficial title?

Day Seven: Free Day ⚔︎ Any topic of your choosing!

Thank you to @talkfantasytome, @dustjacketmusings, @c-e-d-dreamer, @isterofimias, @melphss, @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk, and others for helping to plan this event!

We can't wait to see what you create!

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