Just WOW

Just WOW

meet my eye & vow to be true

pairing: cassian x reader

summary: what is sent through the bond is sacred, the most honest of all things - isn't it?

author's note: based on a request made by @horneybeach1, the first one i have ever received - i hope i did your request justice, and i apologize for the delay <3

warnings: brief description of injuries

word count: 2,789

As you pull your blade from the body in front of you, the nameless male falling to the ground, you see the end. The end of the carnage that has filled this camp for countless hours before the sun began its descent in the sky.

All that surrounds you now is the slow movements and utter quiet of the army that had defeated those laying at your feet. A combined Night and Autumn Court unit, formed for the destruction of one of the last of Hybern’s holdouts.

You instinctively begin searching for your family, scanning the area around you for some reassurance of their safety. You had seen Azriel and your mate hours before, both with their siphons ablaze, carving a path through your enemies.

In the time since, you had tugged at the bond, seeing to the safety of your mate. Cassian responded to each of your tugs with one of his own, conveying what you needed from him; he was safe and unharmed.

You had only caught glimpses of the other members of the Inner Circle and knew you would only settle once you had seen for yourself that they were safe.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that none of them remained close, you had ended up on the far edge of the battle, one of the last areas to cease fighting. It is your name that pulls you from your forming list of possible locations of your family.

“Lady Y/N, what a relief! When you didn’t show up at the healers’ tent everyone became worried. The High Lord sent us in search of you.” It is one of Cassian’s captains approaching you. Thalien, a loyal male you had known for centuries.

“The healers’ tent?” You give him a puzzled look. “Why would you expect me to be there?”

“The entire Inner Circle is gathered ‘round it, no one knows any exact details about what happened to him.”

“Thalien, out with it. Who is so injured that it has the entire leadership of our court concerned?” The worry and anger replacing your curiosity leaks into your response and has the captain stumbling over his words.

“It’s…I thought you would have known…The General M’Lady, he was injured during the battle. No one knows how long it was before he was found.”

“Anything else?” Your words are grated, anger moving solely to the forefront of your emotions.

“That is all I know, I swear it.”

Although you know the captain is not at fault, you can’t help the look of contempt you throw his way as you take off past him without another word.

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Nesta is the first you see as the healers’ tent comes into view. You can tell by the way she steps into your path and raises her hands that your emotions can be clearly read.

“Y/N…he needs calm. They’re doing everything they can for him. Wait out here with us, it’ll be better that way, I promise.”

“Nesta…please.” Your voice breaks as you say the words.

You can tell by the way she looks at you that she knows there is no stopping your entering of the tent. She exchanges glances with her sisters, Mor, and Amren, all remaining vigil with her outside of the tent. After a moment Nesta steps to the side, the two of you having always understood the stubbornness of the other.

You move past her and pass through the opening of the tent. As it closes behind you, your breath is stolen form you.

Cassian, the imposing force of a mate that he is, is laying unconscious on a table in the center of the tent. His wings having fallen slack on either side, resting on the dirt floor. Blood covers the floor surrounding the table and you trace it to a wound on his abdomen so massive it would have meant death for any one other than an Illyrian.

The upper half of his leathers has been removed. Madja and several other healers work in tandem in what could only be described as controlled chaos.

You feel a hand grip your elbow and you realize for the first time that Azriel and Rhysand stand inside the tent with you.

You meet both of their eyes and see your worry reflected back at you. Rhysand knows the question that lays in your eyes and moves to put his arm around your waist.

“He was found in the woods; it would appear he was going after a group of fae being held captive. From what we gathered the men holding them captive ambushed Cas…they’re weapons laced with faebane. We don’t know how long he had been out there before he was found.”

You gave him a silent nod, doing everything you could to keep your tears at bay.

“What of the captured fae?”

“Already on their way to Velaris, Eris has also offered them sanctuary should they choose it.”

Venom leaks into your voice with your next question.

“And the men?”

It is Azriel who answers as he comes to stand at your other side and brings his arm across your shoulders.

“They’re dead. Somehow Cas remained conscious long enough to tear them down, allowing the captured fae to escape.”

You expect no less from your mate. His heart had always been his greatest attribute, his role as protector outweighing all others he donned.

The three of you fall into a tense silence, clinging to each other as you watch the one male you never thought you would see fall fight for his life.

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You aren’t sure how much time passes before Madja steps back and approaches the three of you.

“He is a fighter; he is only still with us because he willed it.” She meets your eyes and ensures you hear her words. “Your General will rise and fight another day. Give him time, he will wake.”

You can’t help the tears that fall with your next words.

“There are no words of thanks I can give you Madja that would repay what you’ve done today.”

“Your thanks would be wasted on me, my dear. You lot are more important to me than you could ever know…no matter how neglectful you all are in following my advice.” She pins the three of you with a glare but can’t help the small smile that crosses her face.

You return her smile, knowing that she is a vital part of the foundation on which your family stands.

A moment of silence falls between the four of you before you find the courage to ask her your small hope, grasping Madja’s hands in your own as you voice it.

“Can we…can we bring him home? He’ll want to be at home when he wakes.”

Madja glances behind her at your mate and you can see her considering her answer before she voices it.

“For you, my dear Y/N, I will make it so. Give us time to prepare him.”

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Cassian can hear the questions Rhys is asking Madja about his recovery, can hear the shit Az is giving him about letting mere mortals get the best of him, but all he can focus on is his mate. His strong, fearsome, beautiful mate, standing at the edge of their bedroom like a stranger, as though she doesn’t belong right by his side.

He has been looking past his brothers and the healer since he awoke, hoping to catch your eye. Only when Madja ends her examination, and you offer to escort her out do you finally meet his gaze. What he sees in your eyes outweighs any physical pain he has ever experienced.

He watches the door as it closes behind you, feeling nothing as he reaches out to you through the bond.

“Cas, she’s –”

“Az, don’t. I’m the one that fucked up, she has every right to feel how she does.”

“And how exactly did you fuck up brother? By almost getting killed?”

“I lied…through the bond.”

Both males fell silent, waiting for Cassian to continue.

“We had been sending waves through the bond throughout the battle, making sure the other was safe. After…After what happened, happened, I may not have let her know the extent of my injuries.”

“You made her think everything was fine, didn’t you?” Cassian’s failure to respond was answer enough. “You absolute dickhead, how foolish can you be? I could kill you myself, I certainly wouldn’t blame Y/N if she did.”

Rhys let out a low whistle from where he stood, his eyebrows raising higher than Cassian has ever seen them do so before.

His expression hardened a moment later.

“Never have I seen Y/N so terrified Cassian. For three days she hasn’t left your side, no matter how often we begged her to eat, to sleep. You’re right, you fucked up. Fix this or injuries inflicted by mortals will be the least of your problems.” The room began to darken with each word spoken by the High Lord. “Do. You. Understand. Me?”

Cassian could do nothing but nod, words failing him.

The two males gave him a look of disdain and turn to leave.

“Will you two at least help me up so I can find her?”

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It doesn’t take long for Cassian to find you.

The library at the House of Wind had always been the place you found solace. You found peace within the stacks of books.

He comes upon you in the furthest corner of the library, returning a book and undoubtedly searching for a new one.

Cassian knows by the whitening of your knuckles around the book you are holding that you hear him approach.

“Y/N/N, I know –”

“Cassian, don’t.” The anger in your voice is anchored by the tears he sees in your eyes as you look up at him. “There is nothing you could say that would excuse what you did. So please, do us both a favour and go back to bed. Then maybe you’ll actually be okay the next time you tell me you are.”

“Let me explain.”

“Explain what? How you used what connects us at our cores to deceive me? Or how you almost died, alone, in the woods because of your refusal to tell me the truth?” Cassian can’t help but recoil at your words, knowing each one is truer than the last. “There is no explanation you could give that is good enough. No reassurance you could give me that what you did was right. Leave, now, for both our sakes.”

As you turn away from him, he can’t help but reach for you, letting out a cry of pain as he does, having overextended his injuries.

Your hands are at his sides in an instant, helping him remain stable.

“You damn fool. You’ve likely undone Madja’s work, and you’ve only just woken up.”

Cassian can’t help but hold his breath as you begin to undo the buttons of his shirt; the two of you having been in this exact position under very different circumstances.

You both grow quiet as your hands skirt across his abdomen, checking the state of his bandages, refusing to meet his eye the entire time.

You let out a disapproving noise, “You’ve split your stitches. Our bathroom…now.”

You put his arm across your shoulder as you lead him out of the library and up the stairs.

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Cassian settles on the bathroom vanity as you gather the first aid supplies you both decided long ago to keep close at hand.

You step between his legs as you bring a cloth to clean the blood from his wound. He can tell that even in your anger you are as gentle as you can be.

And it’s your quiet apologies as you fix the stitches he tore, that he realizes it’s not your anger he should concern himself with.

Cassian grabs your hands to halt your movements.

“Y/N, please. You can yell, scream, say whatever vulgar words I undoubtedly deserve, but please, my love, at least look at me.”

You don’t make any movement, Cassian takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your face upwards, so your eyes meet his. He finds no trace of anger, finds nothing but immense pain. His next words come out broken, barely above a whisper.

“Talk to me…please.”

Cassian watches as your eyes search his.

“I was so scared, I thought…I thought I’d lost you.” Your voice breaks and he can see you give yourself a moment before you continue. “The thought of losing you steals the breath form my lungs, turns my world black. You were okay, you told me you were okay, and then I see you on that table…”

You choke back a sob as Cassian’s hands come to settle on either side your neck, resting his forehead against yours.

“What do you feel Y/N?”

Your hands come to rest atop his.

“Your hands, the…the callouses from training.”

“Good, what do you smell?”

“You, my mate. The coolness of the winds coming off the Illyrian mountains, and the crackling embers of the fire inside the cabin.”

“And what do you feel?”

“Safety and love, my home.”

“I am here Y/N, I am real. I’m not going anywhere, not now and not any time soon if I have anything to do with it. I will fight the Mother, the Cauldron, anyone, or anything to stay by your side.” He pulls back enough to look directly into your eyes. “I will spend the rest of our days showing you how truly sorry I am. I swear to you, never gain will I use our bond to deceive you. Never.”

You both wince at the same time with the voicing of his vow. Cassian watches as the mark appears on his lower sternum, knowing the same is appearing on you.

“Cauldron boil me, that definitely could have waited until my other injuries healed.”

You both let out a small laugh at his words.

“This doesn’t mean I’m not angry, you have a lot of groveling ahead of you General.”

“Hmmm…trust me when I say I will be on my knees before you the first chance I get.”

Cassian leans forward and captures your lips with his, quickly deepening the kiss as he leans your head back.

You rest your hands on his thighs and press further into him. Cassian breaks the kiss with a hiss of pain.

You’re quick to check him over, worrying about causing him further pain. Cassian once again takes you hands in his and leans in to kiss you again, pulling away a few moments later.

“As much as I would enjoy continuing our current activity, I think Madja was right when she said I need rest. Lay with me?”

You look up at him though your lashes as you give him a nod. You keep a hand on his arm as he stands from the vanity, and you help him slowly make his way to your bed. Helping him settle against the headboard.

“You know, if I could, you would be on top of me, gripping the headboard…it’s oh so lonely here by myself.”

“You’ll just have to make it up to me some other time, now, won’t you?”

He makes sure the look he gives you shows that he means to live up to your challenge.

“Let me change and I’ll join you.”

He gives you a small smile as you enter your shared closet and can’t help but push love and adoration down the bond when you emerge in the red silk pajamas he had gifted you on your latest name day.

Cassian watches as you grab your book off your nightstand and settle into your side of the bed.

“Read to me?”

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It isn’t the first time Cassian has asked this of you, and you know it won’t be the last. He had said once that your voice brought him comfort like nothing else. The wonder in which you fell into books being his favourite.

You motion for him to rest his head in your lap. He moves as slowly as possible, wincing only once as he settles his wings on either side of you.

You brush your hand through your mate’s hair and stare down at him, giving him the most loving of smiles, him giving you one of his own in response.

You lean down, ghosting your lips across his forehead and begin reading, watching as he quickly falls into a much-needed sleep.

You realize, in that moment, that your anger has dissipated, knowing nothing is as valuable as moments such as these with your mate.

 The General needn’t know of this realization though.

For he is oh, so good at earning your forgiveness.

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Summary: azriel is awoken by a nightmare in the middle of the night and reader helps him down from it.

Warnings: none

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In the middle of the night, you lay flat on your back and stared at the ceiling. You and Azriel had gotten into bed at ten at night; currently, it was one in the morning. Sleep eluded you, leaving you listening to Azriel’s quiet snores as background noise while your thoughts varying from training to clothes to the chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen cabinet blared front and centre. Finally, unable to take this anymore, you carefully removed the arm draped around your waist, peeled the covers back, and headed to the living room. 

The fire in the hearth had long burned out, leaving embers glowing in the ashes, giving the room an orange glow. You grabbed a big, cosy blanket, a cup of tea, and a book and settled on the comfy leather sofa. The next bit was spent reading, the house around you completely silent save for the sounds of your breathing and page-turning. The character in your book had nearly drowned, coming to the surface and taking deep, gasping breaths. 

Wait, you could hear that. Your eyes widened and you abandoned your book on the sofa, running into your bedroom to find Azriel sitting upright.

Shadows swirled frantically around the room as if mirroring the turmoil of Azriel’s mind. They cleared a path for you to get to their master and contain the mess of his mind. Through the moonlight filtering in through the mirror, you spotted Azriel sitting upright in bed. His wings were pulled taut behind his back, the moonlight illuminating his sweat-slicked skin. If it weren’t an emergency, you would have taken your time engraining this picture in your mind. 

Azriel’s gasping, laboured breaths met your ears as your eyes landed on his heaving chest, his quivering arms braced beside him for support, the sheets bunched into his fists, the furrow of his brows, and the pain etched into his features. You set beside him on your knees and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder to prevent startling him.

“Az?” you whispered, so quiet you barely heard it. 

Azriel’s face turned to you then, the pain, the scars turned to open wounds, the horror, all right there on his face. Your heart broke. He simply looked at you for a moment, like he was trying to make sure it was you he was seeing, then reached out a hand to rest on your cheek. You leaned into his hand, rubbing his shoulder in reassurance. 

“I’m here,” you said. 

“You’re here,” Azriel repeated as if in a trance. “You’re real,” he said before breaking down completely. 

Without wasting a second you wrapped your arms around him, cradling the back of his head while it rested in the crook of your neck. He sobbed loudly and with each cry that escaped him, your heart broke a little more. Your tears broke free until you were crying with him, going through all that pain with him. Yet he was your priority so you reigned your tears in and stroked his wing comfortingly. 

“It’s okay,” you said reassuringly. “I’m right here, baby,” and kissed his head, then his shoulder. 

You held him tightly to your body, slightly rocking him back and forth while alternating movements between stroking his wing, running your fingers through his hair, and rubbing his back, till he wasn’t sobbing anymore. Once Azriel was calmed down enough, you pulled back, hands braced on his shoulders and looked into his watery eyes. 

“Baby,” you rested a hand on his cheek. “What happened?” you asked. 

Azriel shook his head. “I-it was the cellar all over again,” he said with a quivering voice. “But it was you this time, Y/n, your hands on fire,” he spoke with horror in his face as if he saw the whole scene replay in front of his eyes.

Your eyes widened slightly, brows rising as Azriel spoke.

“Th-he was laughing and I tried- I tried saving you but I couldn’t move, Y/n. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you,” Azriel cried.

You shook your head, reaching for him.

“I’m okay, Azzy. It wasn’t real,” you reminded him while rubbing his back. “Everything is okay, my love.”

You leaned forward to kiss his forehead. Azriel closed his in comfort at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You stayed there for a second, stroking his cheeks with both your hands, then pulled back. 

He cleared his throat, looking around and getting reacquainted with his surroundings. “Where were you?” he asked, sniffling. 

“Living room,” you answered. “Couldn’t sleep.” You took a moment to look at his face, the still shaken look in his eyes, his tear-stained cheeks, and the sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead. You gently brushed the hair back before bringing your hand back to rest on his shoulder. 

“Can I get you anything?” You asked. “Some tea maybe?” Chamomile always calmed Azriel down after a nightmare when he’d refuse to sleep in fear of it coming back. 

Azriel nodded slightly but as you moved to get up, he wound his arm around your waist, halting your movement. 

“Just- in a couple of minutes?” He requested, vulnerable eyes meeting yours. 

You smiled. “Of course,” and settled in beside him, pulling his head to your chest and whispering words of reassurance in his ear. 

A few minutes turned into 30 with you holding Azriel and before you knew it, you heard Azriel’s gentle snores again. You smiled to yourself, kissed his crown, and laid back with his head still on your chest. Sleep found you soon after. 

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Darling

Summary: Rhysand has been overworking himself lately and reader offers to help him out

Warnings: none

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In the middle of the night on a Friday, normally people are out at clubs, out on dates, or even sleeping, but not you and Rhys. No, you both sat in his study at midnight working through the massive piles of paperwork on his desk that never seem to get smaller.

Rhys sat in the big, leather desk chair, scribbling away at the pages, then passed them on to you. You sat opposite him in a recliner, proofreading the text, then filed them in their respective folders. Every once in a while, you'd sneak a glance at your mate, frowning at his dishevelled state. His hair was messy from the times he ran his hands through it, his shirt was untucked and crumpled with the top few buttons open, and his eyes that are normally sparkling with mischief were cloudy with fatigue which was emphasized by the tired bags under his eyes.

he had been working more than usual lately, spending his nights in the study, trying to work through all the papers. When you found him earlier in the evening, Rhys looked about ready to rip his hair out of his scalp. You'd suggested he take a break for the night and come to bed, but he had adamantly refused. Still, you didn't want to leave him in there, miserable, drowning in piles of paperwork, so you'd offered to help him out a bit, and he'd reluctantly agreed.

So, for the past three hours, the two of you had been working in silence, falling into a comfortable rhythm. The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fire in the hearth, Rhys scribbling on paper and the occasional sounds of you opening and closing drawers.

That was until you heard loud scratching of pen against paper, and glanced up at Rhysand to see him frustratedly scribble out something he wrote.

You set down the sheets of paper you'd been reading through and rested your hand on top of his to stop his movements. "Stop," you commanded gently. Rhys looked up at you with the same frustration, but you knew it wasn't directed at you.

"Drop the pen."

Rhys set the pen down and huffed in irritation. You put your other hand out on the table, next to the first, and gestured to Rhys. He brought his other hand to yours and you took it, running your thumbs over his knuckles.

He stared down at his hands in yours, a tired expression on his face, shoulders drooping.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

You shook your head. "Don't be. There's no need to get frustrated," you said in a soothing voice. "Breathe with me, baby," you instructed and took a deep breath in.

Rhys followed suit, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

"And out."

Both of you exhaled at the same time. Rhys opened his eyes and looked at you, some of that frustration gone from his face now.

"Now, how about we take a little break?" you suggested with a small smile, giving his hands a squeeze of persuasion.

Rhysand sighed and nodded.

"Thanks," he said, meeting your eyes again.

"No problem." You smiled. You moved to sit back in your chair, but Rhysand tugged on your hands. You got up as he pulled you to him, and sat you down on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder.

He breathed you in, the tension further releasing from his body. You rested your cheek against his forehead and ran your hand along his spine. Rhys melted more into you, holding you a little tighter, and burying his nose in your neck.

"I'm tired," he muttered.

You looked at the watch on your wrist and turned to him. "Maybe it's time to call it a night?" you suggested. "We've been working for four hours and we got through quite a lot of the papers, didn't we?" You turned to the significantly smaller stack of papers on his desk.

Rhys looked at the papers and then smiled up at you. "Wouldn't have been possible without you, darling," he said with a sleepy smile.

You smiled too, leaning down to peck his lips. You stood up then holding his hands, and tugged him up from his seat. His body cracked loudly, making you both laugh.

"Guess we have been working for quite a while, huh?" Rhys laughed.

You nodded in agreement, then wound your arms around his torso and rested your head on his chest. "Yeah, but I had fun working with you."

Rhys held you tight, humming in acknowledgement. "Perhaps enough fun that you'd be willing to do it tomorrow again?" he suggested.

You let out a sound of fake grumbling to which Rhys squeezed you tighter, then looked up at him and smiled. "Anything for you, darling."

Rhysand grinned, kissing your lips. "Sounds way better when you say it."