The slow burn where they both love each other but think the other person doesn’t feel the same way but literally everyone in the world knows how they feel about each other.
They absolutely loathe each other but everyone around them knows that they actually totally love each other.
Royalty/Commoner ESPECIALLY when the commoner didn’t know they were royalty and feel so betrayed when they find out.
I mean really, any version of the Person A is hiding something about their identity for decentish reasons and Person B eventually finds out and is just so betrayed and Person A has some version of the “I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. I fell in love with you.” (Chasing Liberty is my favorite, okay?)
Also the “we’re from different worlds” version, too.
And of course Person A is trying to rescue/find/reunite with they significant other and Person B gets enlisted to help but then totally falls in love but thinks Person A really loves sigo, but when they finally are reunited they realize they really love Person B.
Because of course I do. But I have
been having some thoughts about him and his position both within the Inner
Circle but also what he does in a wider sense for Rhys and the Night Court and
the challenges he must have faced in doing so.
“And we’re not lesser faeries,
though some try to call us that. We’re just—Illyrians. Considered expendable aerial cavalry for the Night
Court at the best of times, mindless soldier grunts at the worst.”
“Which is most of the time,” Azriel clarified.
want to consider how this idea must have shaped Cassian (and Azriel)’s time in
the Night Court. This is the court a large chunk of which rejected Rhys – the most
powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history in part because he was half-Illyrian. I
don’t think it’s a huge stretch to imagine that this prideful court might not have reacted
altogether that well when their armies were placed under the command of a
bastard born pure Illyrian warrior like Cassian.
them the Illyrians are ‘expendable’ or else ‘mindless soldier grunts’ they’re
arrow fodder, they’re the consistent vanguard that does the brunt of the damage
and takes the brunt of the blows from the oncoming battle and protects the far
more important, far more valuable High Fae and faerie warriors of the Night
Court behind them. They’re a shield and a battering ram, a tool to be used and
can’t imagine that they took well to having Cassian placed over them as
commander, no matter how he might have proved himself in battle these sort of
stereotypes and ways of thinking aren’t something you overcome because of a few
good war stories. I can only imagine the backlash that Cassian suffered as a
result of this and how these people he would lay down his life to protect more
than likely thought him entirely unworthy of his position, unworthy of respect,
unworthy of the honour of command, unworthy to lead them.
don’t really want to focus too much on that aspect of it. I want to focus on
Cassian. And I want to focus on the way in which I think he would have won
these warriors over (because he still commands Rhys’ armies. If he’d been
unable to do so, unable to earn their loyalty and obedience he wouldn’t)
of controlling/keeping subjects and inferiors in line is something that is
brought up in this series. It’s not given a huge amount of attention but it is
there. Tamlin is a good example of the other side of Cassian’s coin.
Tamlin and the Spring Court before him is steeped
in a tradition of control and control through fear. This is seen on a
small scale with the way in which Tamlin responds to Lucien pushing back, he
belittles Lucien, “Did I ask for your opinion?” and uses his considerable power to punish
Lucien for an insolent look (a punishment we’re never shown which adds to the
sense of fear)
But it’s seen on a larger scale with the Tithe. People are
expected to pay their dues to him and they turn up and do so yes because it’s a
symbiotic balance in a way – they provide for Tamlin and he keeps them safe –
but also from the fear of him hunting them down and executing them if they don’t
do as they’re commanded.
method is no doubt successful but in the long term it has some very serious,
gaping flaws. Ruling with fear leaves little room for anything else and I don’t
think it inspires a whole lot of loyalty or respect.
The flip side of this is I think the method
that Cassian would have used to bind his warriors to him. I can’t see Cassian
ordering brutal punishments or executions for those who refuse to fall in line
with him (largely because initially this would likely have meant executing
pretty much everyone) I don’t think fear or brutality would have appealed in
the least to Cassian (I don’t think he’s a pushover; and if someone betrays
them or acts out of turn he will punish them) but initially, making people fall
in because they fear him isn’t something I can see him doing.
think Cassian would have won them to him with love. With compassion and empathy
and that heart of his. I think Cassian, the greatest warrior Rhys has ever
known, doesn’t use that aspect of himself
to command fear and make his men too terrified of his wrath to disobey them – I
think he inspires love in his men and I think this love breeds the loyalty and
respect that Tamlin is lacking which is why Cassian has been so successful as a
commander in the past.
Rhys loosed a breath. “…I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart
opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them.
such compassion in Cassian, raw, strong, utterly unapologetic compassion. I
think that in spite of being one of the strongest Illyrians in history and
being loaded with the killing power, despite everything that’s been done to him
and everything he’s seen Cassian retains quite a tender heart. Which is so rare from this type of male
character? The cocky warrior with the skills and title to back that up is allowed
to have that gentleness to him, is allowed to respond to the things he’s done
in this way, is allowed to throw his guts up after killing, is allowed to mourn his enemy because he feels what he’s
done so keenly.
is a warrior at heart. Born and bred and trained to be one of the best killers
in Prythian but I think he’s far deeper and more complex than that. He is not
only a warrior. He is a trainer and a brother, a friend, a lover and a dreamer.
He is not defined by this warrior status. He is not a bloodthirsty killer who
delights in battle and argues for war as the way forward in every instance. He
is a fighter – the best Rhys has ever come across – but he doesn’t relish it.
He doesn’t relish violence or death. He doesn’t take any pleasure in it. He doesn’t
claim glory from the things he’s done or the title he holds.
shrugged, wings tucking in tighter. “I command Rhys’s armies.” As if such a position were something
that one shrugged off.
Cassian that is the way he responds to it because that may be the title that he
holds but it is not who he is. It does not define him. His pride does not lie
in the number of warriors he has at his disposal, the number of men he can send
to slaughter and die. It does not lie in the great, bloody deeds he’s done in
war. It does not lie in the people he has killed. It lies in the people he has saved. Which is why Cassian mourns his
enemies, the people he’s killed, the people that need not have died, the people
that might have been saved and weren’t. All of them. Friend or foe.
When she finally noticed Cassian, she looked up at him.
His voice was rough as he said, “Five hundred years ago, I fought on
battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike,
bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house—your people. I
can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it
This I think is one of the most telling and
important moments for sussing out who Cassian is and that last line in
particular I think is one of the most defining Cassian quotes I can think of. It
tells you what he values, it tells you what he loves, it tells you why he
fights which is the most important question for someone like Cassian in the
position that he’s in. He must always be ready to fight and die; he must
always be able to rationalise it and justify it and live with it afterwards
especially when he responds to death the way he does: he must know why he
fights and what for.
This is a man who fights because he
must. This is a man who fights not for glory or honour or riches or legacy or
for the simple pleasure of violence and killing. This is a man who fights for
love. For compassion. A man who does these things because he has to, to protect
those who cannot protect themselves - for this he will die, for this he will
blacken his soul and bloody his hands with the acts of war that make him sick
to his stomach again and again and again. To defend those who need it
The wrappings around my hands were now mere smudges of soot.
Cassian’s upraised palms remained before me—ready to take the blow, if I needed to make it. “I’m all right,” he
said quietly. Gently. And maybe I was exhausted and
broken, but I breathed, “I killed them.” I hadn’t said the words aloud
since it had happened. Cassian’s lips tightened. “I
know.” Not condemnation, notpraise.
But grim understanding.
whole scene is beautifully written and put together and incredibly moving and
it’s something I fully intend to meta on and pick apart much more completely
than this when I reach it again in ACOMAF. But for Feyre for her recovery, for
her grief and guilt this moment where she expresses it out loud is a huge
turning point for her and incredibly important. But for Cassian too, for
understanding him it’s hugely important for his character as well.
This was one of the first moments where I
truly saw Cassian; saw the man behind the fighting leathers and the
cocky smiles, saw to that burning heart he has inside. This is a point at which
you realise that Cassian is a fighter and a warrior and a killer but in spite
of all that, deep down, I don’t think that’s what defines him the most. It’s
not the core of him, it’s not the heart of him. It’s an aspect of him, a very
important one but it’s not the be all and end all of his character or existence.
Which again is something we very rarely see
from characters like Cassian who are built up to be great warriors and
fighters. They’re so rarely allowed to have the raw emotion that Cassian has.
They would so rarely be allowed to make an admission like this, to respond in
this way to an act of selfless heroism. He doesn’t try and rationalise it for
her or justify it or offer her glory or try and brush it off. He doesn’t pity
her. He doesn’t condemn her. He doesn’t praise her. He just understands her.
This is a man of empathy. A man who
looks at Feyre Cursebreaker, the girl they hero worship for the thing that
makes her vomit her guts up every single night, the thing that torments her
awake and asleep, the thing that makes her feel that ‘it should have been
me’ and simply says ‘I know’.
understands this, understands her, because when history remembers them their
legacy will not be cold sweats and fickle dreams. It will not be their grief
and sadness for every death on every side. It will be as heroes. With no
thought of the price of that heroism, the weight they carry, the blood they can
never wash off. It will remember him as the army leader, one of the strongest Illyrians
in history, the greatest warrior of his age. It will remember the people he
killed. The great deeds he performed. The slaughter and the glory of the
warrior incarnate. I hope it does not forget why. I hope it does not forget his
The first time Reborn apologized wasn’t to a person.
It was after he had single-handedly slaughtered a Family. He was a mess, dirty, sweaty, feeling as though their blood had seeped into his skin, settled there with death as its neighbor, instead of drying into crusted maroon patches that he could scrape away with blunt nails and grim conviction. This was routine, had been since he’d learned how to grip a gun, and shouldn’t bother him. It didn’t.
(Everyone thought that Reborn wanted to be a hitman.
No one knew he became one because he had to.)
Grab the washcloth. Soap. Lather it onto his skin. A practiced ritual, because there was little hands rough with the blood of others could do to wash it away. Reborn ignored the fact that this was probably the last clean washcloth he had - he had stocked well over his usual purchase earlier this week - and focused on scrubbing away the blood on his arms. It unraveled easier than it had in forever, red rivulets slipping away to reveal the name obscured beneath it.
The heat of the shower escaped him. He scrubbed at it, vigorously, because this name was as scarlet as blood spilled on his skin, had seeped into him like a brand he couldn’t wash away. Promised him someone when he didn’t want anyone at all. Broke his world and pieced it back together with the possibility of having a soulmate.
(The fight left him. Reborn ducked his head, pressed against the fresh warmth of his mark. Sorry, he had thought, desolate and tinged with much more regret than he’d like to admit. He was a hitman, raised and taught by his own means, and he’d learned to break and kill much more than he had ever learned to love.
But soulmates were a precious thing - his was precious - so Reborn allowed himself this brief moment before he would wrap it up and hide it away, because even though Reborn didn’t know how to love, not yet and not at all properly, he knew how to protect.
He’d keep them safe, whoever they were, even if it’d mean burning their name off his flesh.)
Pairing: Taehyung x reader Genre: Fluff, Rebel!AU Word Count: 5.1k
“When you look back at this moment, what are you going to remember? The time you sat alone at the bar while your friends partied, or when you were taken on an adventure?”
You were dragged into an club by your friends in hope to increase your social life. Instead you find yourself sitting at the bar drinking alone. But everything changes when a handsome stranger pulls you into rebellion for a night.