Cassian x FeyreSister!Reader
NOT proofread. Also, this is copy and pasted from my google docs onto my Tumblr, because I write everything on my docs. So if the format is off I’m sorry
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The library was quieter than the rest of the House, warmer too, probably because of the fireplace. By the time I stepped inside the library the next evening, soft amber light glowing from scattered lamps and the massive fireplace along the far wall crackling gently. Towering shelves stretched impossibly high, the ceiling of the library enchanted to look like the nightsky, the shelves disappearing in them
The smell hit me first, old paper, cedarwood, ink and herbal tea. I paused near the doorway, fingers tightening slightly around the sleeves of the oversized sweater I’d borrowed from Feyre, along with the black leggings.
Cassian was already there, of course he was. He sat near one of the low tables by the fire, large wings tucked in tight behind him so they wouldn’t knock into the furniture, even if the chairs were made to fit around the wings. A steaming mug rested in his hand, though from the expression on his face, he looked deeply offended by it.
His hazel eyes lifted the second I entered, and there it was again. That pull, warm and immediate. Cassian straightened slightly, but he didn’t stand, didn’t rush over, didn’t overwhelm me. “Hey,” he said carefully.
A beat of silence. Then his eyes dropped to the mug in his hand. “I should tell you now,” he said gravely, “this tea is terrible.”
“The House made it.” He looked genuinely serious. “I think it’s punishing me.”
Against my will, a small laugh escaped me. Cassian’s expression changed instantly at the sound, some tightness in his shoulders easing.
“Horrific.” He slid the mug slightly across the table toward me. “Smell it.”
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously before walking closer. The bond buzzed faintly with every step, awareness curling low in my chest. I ignored it as best I could and leaned down carefully toward the cup. It smelled perfectly normal. Minty and herbal, I looked at him flatly. “This is just mint tea.”
Cassian looked deeply unimpressed. “Exactly.”
I stared at him another second before sitting across from him. “You’re dramatic.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“I’m sure you have” I say, nodding in agreement.
The corner of his mouth twitched. The House must’ve sensed me settling in because another cup appeared a moment later beside me, steam curling softly into the air. Chamomile.
I looked at the cup cautiously. “Does the House spy on everyone?”
“Yes,” Cassian answered immediately.
“No,” a feminine voice corrected from somewhere deeper in the library.
I startled slightly before spotting the tiny figure tucked into one of the armchairs farther back, nearly hidden beneath blankets and books. The female lifted a hand lazily in greeting without looking up from her reading.
Cassian snorted. “That’s technically a lie, Gwyn.”
“I prefer selective observation.”
I blinked between them. Cassian gestured toward her. “Gwyneth Berdara. Librarian menace.” The red-haired female grinned. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I replied slowly.
Gwyn looked me over once, eyes lingering briefly on Cassian before something knowing flickered across her face. Then she returned to her book. Leaving us alone again.
I wrapped my hands around the warm mug. “So,” I said after a moment, “you hate tea.”
Cassian leaned back slightly in his chair. “I don’t hate tea.”
“You just looked personally betrayed by it.”
Another laugh threatened to escape me and I quickly hid it behind the cup. Cassian noticed anyway, of course he did. His gaze softened slightly, watching me over the rim of his own mug. My cheeks turn a small hint of pink, even if we weren’t mated they probably would have. Cassian is a handsome man. Warmth spreads embarrassingly through my chest.
I cleared my throat. “Feyre said you don’t have hobbies.” Cassian looked offended. “I have hobbies.”
“Eating doesn’t count as a hobby.” I reply, taking a sip of my tea to hide my smile
“That’s incredibly judgmental of you.”
“Ok–” I say gently setting my mug down on the table “Name one”
He pointed at me slightly. “Training.”
“Training people is your job”
Cassian rolls his eyes slightly “Okay then, flying.”
“Biological advantage.” I say simply, shrugging my shoulders. Picking up my mug and sipping more of my tea to hide the smile threatening to mask my face
His eyes narrowed. “You’re determined to humble me tonight, huh?”
“I just like being correct, which I always am”
A low laugh rumbled out of him then, deep enough that I felt it through the bond before I fully heard it aloud. And gods help me, I liked that sound. A lot, more than I probably should have
The realization must’ve flashed across my face because Cassian’s amusement faded into something quieter. The room suddenly felt much warmer than before. I looked down at my tea immediately.
“You’re thinking too loudly again,” Cassian murmured.
My eyes snapped up, my brow raising slightly. “Excuse me?”
One side of his mouth lifted. “You get this look right here.” He gestured vaguely toward his own face. “Like you’re fighting with yourself.” Heat crept onto my cheeks.
I go silent for a moment, before rolling my eyes “You’re annoying.” I mutter
“There she is,” he said softly, like that was somehow a victory.
I stared at him for a long moment. Then sighed “This is weird,” I admitted quietly.
Cassian’s expression softened instantly, a soft look I’m sure he wouldn’t wear around anyone else “Yeah,” he agreed. “It is.” The honesty in it caught me off guard more than his reassurance would’ve. I traced my thumb along the side of the mug. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all of this.” I say after a moment, looking back up at him.
“You don’t have to do anything right now.” He says quickly, the truth in his words coming down the bond. I can feel it; feel his truth and reassurance settling into my body, as if it’s the instinct to try to calm me.
The fire crackled softly between us as silence stretched again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. It felt more careful than anything. Like standing at the edge of something neither of us fully understood yet, me more than him.
Cassian leaned forward slightly, tea mug now on the side table, more than half full. He rests his forearms on his knees. “Can I ask you something?”
I hesitated before nodding once.
“What was your studio like?” He asks gently, a hint of curiousness underneath his voice
I blinked, shocked. “How do you know about that?”
Cassian looks down at the ground before back up at me, a hint of guilt in his eyes “You were thinking about it last night. It went through the bond, your emotions were running high at the moment and they…went to me”
Oh. I nod “Right. Of course, sorry” He shrugs, waving the apology off, he stares at me waitingly. Waiting patiently for me to share. I shake my head, shrugging slightly and sighing, staring down into my tea before answering. “It was small,” I said quietly. “Crowded. I had clay dust everywhere all the time. Shelves full of unfinished projects, for some reason, I always had random ideas pop into my head. I would start them, but I never finished. Always moving onto the next idea that came into my head.”
Cassian listened carefully, like every word mattered.
“Smelled like paint thinner and coffee most days,” I continued. “And there was this huge window by my wheel that let in sunlight during the afternoons.” The pull in my chest softened strangely as he listened.
“What did you make?” he asked.
“Random stuff mostly. Bowls, mugs and vases,” I shrugged lightly. “Nothing important.”
Cassian’s brows pulled together immediately. “That sounds important.”
I looked up at him then, he meant it, even if I didn’t think it was important. I simply shrug “It’s not, but thank you anyways. It’s just random little things.”
Cassian held my gaze for a long moment, like he could see every doubt still fighting inside me. “I think creating something with your hands is important,” he said simply. “Especially in a world where most people only know how to destroy.”
The words settled somewhere deep in my chest. For once, I didn’t immediately brush off the compliment. Silence stretched between us again, softer this time. Comfortable. The fire crackled low beside us while somewhere else in the library Gwyn snorted quietly at something in her book.
I glanced down into my tea. “You really mean that?”
Cassian looked almost offended. “Why would I lie?”
I shrugged lightly. “People usually don’t care much about pottery, that's kinda why I took it on. I couldn’t find pottery stuff that I wanted”
“Well, those people are idiots.”
Another laugh escaped me before I could stop it, fuller this time. Cassian’s face changed instantly at the sound, something warm lighting behind his eyes. Gods, he
looked unfairly handsome when he smiled. The bond pulsed faintly between us. I swallowed, looking away before he could notice how flustered I suddenly felt.
“You know,” Cassian said casually, leaning back in his chair again, “there’s an empty room down the eastern hall.”
I blinked, my brows furrowing in confusion “Okay?”
Slowly, I looked back at him. Cassian tried, and failed, to look unaffected. “Could turn it into a studio.”
My breath caught, “You thought about that already?”
His shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “Maybe.”
The bond flickered warm with something almost shy underneath his confidence. It startled me enough that I stared at him openly now. Nobody had ever looked at my work like it mattered before.
“You barely know me,” I said quietly.
Cassian’s expression softened. “I know enough.”
The honesty in his voice made my chest ache. I looked down quickly, fingers tightening around my mug. The room suddenly felt too small, too warm. Because the terrifying part wasn’t the bond anymore. It was that I liked him, I liked the way he listened, I liked the way he made space for me instead of taking it away. The way he never once made me feel trapped, even with fate hanging between us.
“I’m scared,” I admitted before I could stop myself.
The words hung in the air quietly. Cassian didn’t tease me this time. Didn’t make a joke. e leaned forward slowly, forearms resting on his knees again. “I know, I can feel it”
My throat tightened unexpectedly, “I don’t even know who I am anymore,” I whispered. “Everything changed so fast.”
Cassian’s hazel eyes held mine steadily. “Then figure it out.”
I frowned slightly. Figure it out? How easy it is for him to think that.
“With me,” he added softly.
The bond thrummed so hard at those words I felt it all the way down to my fingertips. Emotion climbed into my throat too quickly, too suddenly. I looked away before he could see it fully, blinking hard.
“You make it sound easy,” I muttered.
A small smile tugged at his mouth. “No,” he said quietly. “I just think you’re stronger than you realize.”
The sincerity in his voice broke something open inside me. Just enough to let warmth in. I stared at the fire for a long moment before finally setting my tea down onto the table with shaky fingers. Then, before I could overthink it, before fear could talk me out of it, I stood and walked around the table.
Cassian immediately straightened, surprise flashing across his face. I stopped in front of him, staring before reaching down for a biscuit off the nice china. Handing it out to him.
He takes it, before opening his mouth, “You do know–”
“Yes” I say, cutting him off. “Feyre told me. Now eat”
A smile comes to his lips before he shoves the whole biscuit in his mouth.
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A/N: okay!! So how did we like it? I didn’t want a full story, but I also didn’t want a super short one(at least for my first story). Comments, likes, reposts, and asks are always welcomed. I love reading through them.
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