Cassian has been a protector, a shield, for a long *long* time, to many different people, but his brothers were the first.
(also, pretty unrelated, i think cassian should use chain blades. Bc they're SICK)
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seen from Argentina
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seen from Indonesia
seen from Canada
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from Canada

seen from Australia
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seen from United States
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Cassian has been a protector, a shield, for a long *long* time, to many different people, but his brothers were the first.
(also, pretty unrelated, i think cassian should use chain blades. Bc they're SICK)
@cassianappreciationweek
Savior at the Market
Pairing: Cassian x f!reader
Summary: While out at the market with Cassian, you have an unfortunate encounter with your abusive ex.
Warnings: past toxic relationship, possessive and violent ex
Word count: 1k
A/N: cliché trope, I know. But as I said, I didn't have much time to write something more elaborate. Nor ideas for other drabbles tbh. Anyway, the fic originally planned for today will come in the next few days.
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The morning was going just fine. You and Cassian were strolling through the streets of Velaris, hand in hand as you browsed the market stands, not really needing anything but looking at everything. People bustled all around you, buying and selling or simply lounging at the cafés lining the street while children chased each other and darted about.
“Look at these!” you said suddenly, tugging on Cassian’s hand and stopping in front of a stall selling old, vintage books. “Oh, they're beautiful…”
The volumes were ancient, some in worse condition than others, but they all had yellowed, crinkled pages that smelled of old ink and history when you picked one up.
Settling the Score
Cassian X Valkyrie!F!Reader | Cassian Week 2025
Summary: After a brutal day of training- and a deliberately torn pair of leathers- you track Cassian to the steamy Illyrian bathhouse, ready to confront him. What begins as tension and banter quickly melts into something far more intimate as the cocky General reveals a softer side.
Word Count: 1,531
AN: Hey guys! This is a short little smut, but I wanted to get something out there for day 4 of Cassian Appreciation Week. Today's prompt was 'lover.' Thank you to the lovely mods, @cassianappreciationweek for running the event!
If you guys wanna see more Cassian smut, drop me a req!
Tags: Bratty reader, sex in the bathhouse, dry humping, reader is a virgin, valkyrie reader mentions, banter
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"There's two things I do really well, sweetheart, and playing hockey's the other one."
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Sometimes, 'Shield' is you blocking the puck to prevent a goal like a good defenseman does, am I right, @cassianappreciationweek? 😉
A very big shout-out and thank you to the_megabee33 on Instagram for bringing everyone's favorite slutty hockey man to life! This art is, of course, based on my NHL AU fic, Top Shelf Love
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Under The Mountain
Day Three: Atonement ⚔︎ Right, wrong, or indifferent, Cassian carries guilt for many things in his life. How does he show his remorse to the people closest to him? @cassianappreciationweek
Cassian x reader // words 2.2k // Cass feels guilty, because he should have gone under the mountain instead of YN. After 50 years she's back and he tried to do anything to help her adjusting back into her life.
Cassian
She was gone for so long. We’ve lost so much time together.
About 50 Years ago Rhysand was called to an audience along with the other High Lords and he wanted me to come with him. But things in Illyria worsened and I asked YN to go with him instead. She hadn't even celebrated her 30th birthday but she quickly became close with us and a member of the IC. She was bright and clever and her heart was made of gold. That day, she told me she had a bad feeling about going with Rhysand but I talked her into it and begged her to go.
It was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.
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For this I offer two possible interpretations:
1- Cassian carries guilt for not being able to save his mother; I imagined that during difficult times, she is there to comfort him and give him courage.
2- Cassian has just returned from a difficult assignment, having to break the news to the soldiers' families that they will never see their loved one again. Haunted by the guilt of not being able to do more for them, The Mother tries to offer him comfort.
Which one do you prefer?
For more pathos I recommend listening to "Eternity"
Cassian Week 2025: Day #3 "Atonement" (both art and fic by me)
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“Pack your things.” Nesta flinched at the sudden order, Cassian bellowing it as he entered through her window and marched to the closet. Standing up, she reached out a hand, only to put it back as he wrenched clothes and a small leather pack.
“Cassian. What happened?” There was no response from him, just more fabric shuffling and the violent clack of hangers ringing together. “Cassian!” she demanded, forcing him to face her. His left eye was swollen, his lip and nose split and oozing twin trails of blood, and Nesta felt anger surge and thunder inside of her chest. “Was this Rhys?”
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Cassian countered, reaching for her hand, “Considering…I left him unconscious in his office.” Nesta’s jaw fell open.
“But…why?”
“Because I’m sick and tired of it, Nes.” Cassian pushed past her, stuffing the bag in a frenzy. “Of the fights. Of Rhys constantly badgering and belittling you over and over! Of having to choose between him and…you.” He sighed, dropping the clothes he was holding. “I told him that he needs to start respecting you, that he can’t expect me to just stand by while he hurls threats and…” Nesta tried to look at him, but Cassian turned his head away. “He tried to pull that High Lord dominance and I…kind of lost it. Mor had to pull me off of him, and I came straight here.”
“Cassian.” Nesta grabbed the sides of his face, forcing him to her, “I can handle Rhys. You didn’t need to do that.”
“It’s more than that, Nes,” he replied, his voice low and cold, “I know you can handle him, but I’m tired of him thinking I’m only good for one thing. I’m tired of feeling like I’ll forever owe him, that I—we, have to live our lives by his rules. He may be High Lord, but I’ll be damned if he is going to say one more word about you, make one more threat, without suffering the consequences.” Cassian sighed, trembling as the words just kept on spilling out, words that had surged in his head for months and months, along with the guilt and shame. “I’m so sorry, Nesta. I’m sorry for everything. I can’t stop thinking about it. The hike, laughing at you when you fell on the stairs, the sex…” Cassian pressed a fist to his lips, “I was supposed to be taking care of you, and I fucking took advantage of it.”
“Cassian,” Nesta called, trying to calm him down, “We both agreed to do that.”
“But you were in my care! I was supposed to help you get better, and I knew that sex was something you used to…cope. I couldn’t just put aside the bond, wanting to be with you, for one second. I practically leapt that the chance and it…” He sighed once more, “It doesn’t matter. I can’t change what happened, but I can stop listening to Rhys, stop thinking that he knows best when I know in my gut what he’s doing is wrong.” Casein’s hands rose to cup both her cheeks, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m choosing you, really choosing you this time, so we’re done here. Let him Rhys with the Illyrians himself.”
Nesta swallowed, “What about Feyre?”
“We have our own lives, Nesta. Me, Az, Mor? We’ve all lived with each other for way too long. We need space, to find ourselves, to actually remember what it’s like to want what we want, and be who we truly are.” Nesta let his words sink into her, truly absorbing what he had said. She had many of the same feelings, but frankly, it was more trouble to fight and claw back against the Night Court than it was to just sit back and let it wash over her. She hadn’t realized just how light Cassian’s new perspective made her feel, that he was trying to make a change.
“How are we going to get out of Velaris without him knowing?” At that, Cassian gave an actual smirk.
“Because I have another brother, and he’s been feeling very much the same way.” As if to punctuate his words, the shadows of her room peeled apart, and Azriel shunted in through a winnow. He turned to Nesta and gave a small nod, turning to Cassian.
“Everything’s ready.” Nesta blinked.
“What’s ready?”
“I have a cabin,” Azriel replied, “A small place, remote but well-outfitted. It’s stocked and it’s far from here, and I made sure that Rhys doesn’t know about it.” The sound of a buckled strap made Nesta glance back to Cassian, his bag over his shoulder.
“I just want some time away from all of it, Nes. Some time of just…me and you, without all the pressure and the bullshit. For us to see, what life is like if we can just…be together.” Cassian stepped forward and kissed her, brushing a hair back over her ear before continuing. “Let me make it right. Let me prove myself to be a mate worth having. I can be better. I want to be better. But not while we’re here. Not while Rhys sees us as political pieces and not fucking people.”
Nesta took a deep breath, then gave a playful smile, her arm hooking around Cassian’s shoulder.
“Then steal me away.”
For Cassian Appreciation week, a short treatise on my History of Drawing Cassian.
The first Cass I ever drew in a delightfully music-and-beer-fuelled nine hour drawing session that covered the entire table with pictures. Based on a random guy watching some sort of sports-ball game. I don't hate him but he's far too saintly looking. Someone called him Sexy Jesus. Fair. It's not Cass.
2. Same loud, beery drawing frenzy. Seven Lessons Baby Cass in Windhaven. Thank you Henry Cavill for your stupidly impressive bone structure, you are the Swiss Army Knife of drawing references (@mistandmemories I think you said that once and how right you were).
3. Did I even use a reference for this one? Can't remember. Anyway he's getting a bit of Cass's cheekiness so things are improving but the anatomy's off and it's always irritated me. Only time I bothered with even a nod to his tatts. Too much detail for lazy me.
4. Random fast scribble because I think about his arms way too much but this nose is allllll wrong and he's giving super redneck Caucasian vibes somehow. I like his right elbow though?
5. Clean shaven for a change. I like to think of this Cass as a post-Nova version trying to be all sharp and courtly for his new love but not quite managing it. Started out as a little exercise in drawing from a lower angle but oops, turned into a Cass. I do like this guy, he's still on my wall.
6. The one at the top of this post. Probably my favourite to date because he looks so full of affection and humour. Can Yaman as reference. Here's how he developed:
So basically he never looks the same twice but I do enjoy rolling him around in my imagination. Anyway, thanks Cass. I appreciate you. X
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