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rules to be found on draconikia. written by rowan. minors do not interact. heavily, i repeat heavily, headcanon based. i have many gripes / issues with acosf, eventually ill expand on that. all ships are welcome. no hate, bigotry, or racism allowed on my blog or on my dash. it will result in a hard block. i’m primarily on mobile due to disabilities, so, low icon / formatting / graphics.
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DEV PATEL Monkey Man (2024) dir. Dev Patel
i haven't abandoned this blog! just everything i have here is... very long novella kinda style and my brain is sad and tired so i'm struggling to make progress on such long posts ( and i wanna do justice to yalls amazing writing ).
it truly was amazing, mor thinks, how such a talented and fearsome warrior, the general and commander of their armies, can land himself in such odd disasters of his own making. she lifts a brow, the rich brown of her eyes dancing as she crosses her arms, tips her head to look between him and the doorknob.
"i think i'd almost rather watch the incoming disaster," mor says, but she steps forward anyway. not toward the door - - not yet - - but for cassian. with a deft tug she frees the bottle of wine and then dances back around him, turning the knob with her hand and then pushing through with her hip, waving the wine bottle in her hand.
"consider it payment of a toll," she says. "though i suppose i can share the spoils with you, if you ask nicely. what are you doing, anyway?"
' mooooooor --- ' there is a distinct, and childish whine to his voice. this is of course, entirely put on. but not entirely out of place. cassian relishes in the sanctity of this home they have together. this circle of people who accept each other, their good and bad aspects, their antics and their troubles. he has never had a family outside of it. he has never truly wanted for more than any of them could provide. and it is here, that he is most himself.
and that includes -- pleading.
' if it was az ! you'd open it for him ! ' then again azriel likely wouldn't be in this situation, and would probably be using shadows even if he was. but there's a soft huff as his stolen wine is stolen. ' i feel like that's worth at least three tolls --... '
( @faemuse ) offer of sharing the spoils -- aka the stolen wine he'd stolen first -- he perks up. ' oh - i was just going to have some snacks and go through rhysand's desk again. you know the one in the library he thinks i don't know how to open because he changed the code to rhysand is the most handsome ? yeah. i figured it out second try. the wards are really kind of nice. and i figured a little snooping so i'm ahead of the game for any meetings he calls might not be amiss... plus. theres always his random scraps of paper he doodles on... and amren still hasn't forgive him for that one stick figure he drew of her. '
How does he take up so much fucking space? Even her speed hadn't been enough to stay on top of it. She moved and there was an arm, she moved again and there was a wing. Violet could feel the sweat running down her back from the effort.
❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜
"Thank you." She smiled as she accepted the towel @deathschallenger offered. It was more than welcome on her sticky skin. She wiped it across her shoulders, around her damp neck.
There was an ache there too, growing deeper by the minute. She groaned and tried to massage some of it out as she wiped her skin over with the towel. Tomorrow this sparring session probably wouldn't seem worth it. For now it did and she was still smiling up at Cassian, satisfied with her performance even if she had nothing on his skill.
"I can't decide if I need a cold shower to cool off, or a hot bath to relax."
when violet sorrengail had appeared, dragons in tow - it hadn't taken a generals strategist mind to know that this changed... everything. it certainly changed the path he'd anticipated the future taking. and the fact that nyx followed her around like a lovesick puppy? yeah - that was the most obvious sign of things to come. though the boy had managed to thus far not tell anyone anything, cassian had the distinct belief - that the boy had scented his mate. and if he were honest, he was pleased, for both of them.
though he knows it will be difficult for nyx to accept the mortal lifespan she will be susceptible to... but where there's a will... there's magic?
the least he can do to be the supportive uncle, is to ensure that her training is both kept current, and adapted for the particular challenges they have in pyrthia.
' lukewarm stream? ' the flash of teeth is all predator, the amused laughter dulling any bite from the stupidity and sarcasm his reply offers. ' but i'd reccomend the warm bath, your muscles will be screaming. and the more slowly they relax, the better it will be for your joints. and make sure to drink plenty of water. and, remember the stretches azriel was showing you this morning. ' he doesn't mean to sound like he's giving orders but -- there is something about her. something that seems to demand he prepares her for what's coming.
her country and world had threats of it own, but there is a war with deathless death -- and nyx is poised in a terrifying position of having defied death with his aunt's aid. and somehow? cassian can't stop thinking that koschei isn't going to take that lightly. even if it is twenty years later.
the idea of marriage wasn’t one nesta had thought about often, in fact she believed it to be off the table for her entirely. werewolves usually married other wolves or they get lucky enough to find a mate, something the wolves value more than marriage. every now and then a werewolf would marry a human, but only if the human knew about the existence of supernaturals and were tolerable of it. nesta had no interest in marrying a human, in fear of accidentally hurting them and the werewolves nowadays were scarce. her pack consisted of two other wolves, gwyn and emerie; nesta was their alpha. a prolonged war between vampires and werewolves was the culprit of the werewolf and vampire population being depleted.
the higher ups in the supernatural world supposedly thought the best thing to do in order to stop this war between the two species was marriage. never in the history of their kind had a vampire and a werewolf been married. it wasn’t technically forbidden, but it was an unspoken rule between all of them that it was looked down upon. nesta and her pack had high standing within the werewolf court, so it was them who were approached to be the wolf tribute in this insane marriage. except, they had lied about who this marriage was to. they claimed he was a fellow wolf, another alpha with a small pack that wanted a union to ensure their kind’s existence doesn’t die out because of this war. of course she wasn’t going to allow gwyn or emerie to be the ones getting wed. she’d take on what was expected of her in this marriage because she believed she was useless otherwise. she had said yes before the three of them could even discuss it.
when the doors opened and she stood before the aisle and saw the man that was to be her husband dread filled her. his smell had hit her instantly and she knew him and the men standing next to him were vampires. as she walked down the aisle she contemplated tearing into them with her claws and fangs right then and there for such a betrayal. let them think she was going along with this then attack them when she was right next to them. she even communicated the plan to emerie and gwyn via mind, who had also scented what the men were and were now taking a protective stance in front of nesta’s human sisters. just as she’s taking his arm she’s about to call in the order to attack when she catches the subtle looks between the groom and one of his friends, curiosity gets the better of her and she puts a stop to her plans.
numbly, the vows come out of her mouth. not once does her piercing gaze leave the man’s. cassian, she learns his name only when the priest says it. there was no reception for this was no celebratory marriage. it was decided she would live at cassian’s house, there was no way she was allowing a vampire into the home of her sisters. burning cold rage filled her as they drove in silence to her new home, it wasn’t safe for her to talk to him in a small space where she could easily lose control and shred him to pieces. the second they were out of the car she was calling the person who orchestrated this whole thing while she followed cassian inside the house. a string of profanities as well as threats were coming from her mouth.
a marriage between a wolf and a vampire to end the war between the two, that was the plan all along and nesta didn’t have a say in it. she threw her phone across the room when the call ended and whirled on cassian, fury burning on her face. she didn’t know what she even felt her emotions were all over the place. she hated women being pawns, hated men thinking they were entitled to use women how they want. hell, she had been prepared to marry another wolf and have babies with him just to keep the werewolf population alive. instead she was setup to be married to the enemy of her kind all the stop a fucking war that wasn’t her fault. she hated how used she felt. “did you know about this?!” her words come out as more of a growl, nesta always had been more wolf than human. “you and your friends at the wedding, did you all know about this stupid plan?!” they were mistaken when they believed this marriage would end a war when nesta was teetering on the edge of killing the man before her.
cassian isn't sure why this is his life. he isn't sure why that he's the one foisted into marriage. only that azriel had been offered, and even rhysand -- but rhysand deserved to marry for love, so did azriel. cassian? well, he'd never planned to marry, much less for love. he'd never planned on kids - he'd just... wanted to exist, in the weird peaceful bubble he'd carved out. he'd lived so long, the world had changed so much.
but what hadn't changed was a woman who was caught in a web not of her making, and cassian was afraid - that rhysand had woven that web. ever vigilant he'd seen the glances between the wolven women, the three of them -- then the sisters who he scented as still human. cassian was no threat to them, he didn't wish them harm - he just wanted this war to end. and if this was what it cost? then? he'd take it.
and so there was no forced pressure during the carride to his place, he'd chosen one of the more remote estates in the foothills so that when the moon rose she could have her pack near her. it had been a split second decision when he'd gotten in the car, but he'd typed the address into the GPS so that from where she sat, she could see. she could tell her friends if she felt the need or desire.
but when they arrived and she stormed inside, he hung back only long enough to gather her bags and bring them in. he'd added her to the deed of all his properties two days after he'd discovered her name. everything he has, it's hers.
the string of profanities gains a low whistle as he sets her bags down in the foyer, there's a long hall that leads to the bedroom wing of the house ; she'll have plenty of space all her own. ' that's impressive -- i feel like you could teach me a few new ones. ' there's clearly no malice in the words, but he isn't anticipating it going over well.
when she spins to dig at him, he shakes his head.
' no. i knew i was to marry a woman named nesta archeron. i knew she had two sisters. and that my name and rank would protect them as much as her. i was told this union would bring peace. i assumed, that it would be with a human. i was just as surprised as you were when i -- scented the difference. but it changed nothing for me. i meant the promises i made, the contracts i signed, the words at the altar. but -- i will not expect nor demand anything you do not explicitly wish to give. '
he feels the need to clarify so he takes a step forward, hands raised slightly showing in body language at least that he means no harm.
' i have several properties, this estate and the surrounding acres -- a town home in the city, and a house on the beach -- your name is on all of them. you are on all the banking accounts and in your room, there is the banking and routing information and accounts of everything. you are welcome to invite your friends, your sisters, whoever you wish -- i will only stay here for as long as it takes to stabalise our peoples. i do not want war. not between our species, and not between us. but no, to answer simply, i did not know. but i suspect my friend who arranged it did. '
WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019 - )
5.01 - The Mall
i’d like to present why i chose this as cassians fc.
