#cassien

Like, I've never seen a fandom WITHOUT a gazillion unhinged ships with 0% chance of making canon(with Tamsand as an exception ofc)

THE MAIN CAST!! :D

He had never seen anything like it before.

Cassian had watched Gwyn and Azriel develop into the purest of friendships to a truly epic love. He reminisced about the early days when Cassian would catch a smile across the training, an occasional blush, and many wired inside jokes were thrown at each other. He knew that this was a recipe for the love Azriel had always craved. It seemed that they understood everything thing about each other and showed it through simple gestures.  

He wasn’t surprised when they publicly announced their relationship (he already knew of course, Nesta had told him the second she found out). Even when it was to everyone's knowledge, they were never seen making outward displays of affection, though the love shining in the eyes was clear, they were never touching each other. Cassian remembered after the anniversary of Rhysand’s mother and sisters’ deaths, everyone had seen them hold hands, and they had never let go ever since. Every time he saw them after that, they were always touching in some way, holding hands, Azriel’s hands on her legs, or Gwyn feet in his lap with Gwyn reading out loud on the library sofa (his personal favorite, Nesta’s books weren’t bad, he would have to check them out some time).  

But Cassians favorite memory, by far, was on a cold winter night, when Rhys had sent him to collect reports for Azriel, and when he had reached his apartment, the purest sight had greeted him. Gwyn and Azriel, swaying softly to the sound of their own music, Azriel's shadows free around him, swaying to their own symphony.  

He had gone to Rhys empty handed that night.  

And now, as he stood there at the Altar and Azriel’s best man, watching Rhys walk Gwyn down the aisle, he saw Azriel’s face glisten with tears. Gwyn was wearing a beautiful white Gwyn with blue embroidery (To match Azriel's siphons) and she looked truly beautiful. Azriel's vows had moved everyone (not him, Azriel had been freaking out about the vows last night, so he pretended to be Gwyn at the altar and let Azriel practice on him), even Eris, who had the emotional capacity of a block of ice, seemed to be moved to a certain degree (He didn't know how Eris was invited, apparently him and Balthazaar and lovers).  

it starts when feyre complains that she doesnt see lucien anymore, because he is busy with day court life, or elain, or travelling - with elain.

so he goes to velaris for drinks with feyre and feyre alone. everything is fine and controlled until they get into one of those endless discussions and they start to pour drink after drink without even realizing it.

right in the middle of it, cassian - who had no idea they were doing such a thing - walks, sees them, and just sits down all excited, and start to drink as well. 

it gets sloppy, they drink too much, they leave the whatever bar they were and just have a three days of insane chaotic energy throughout the city and beyond.

they all wake up in day court, at helion's palace, sharing helion's big bed, with lady autumn trying to feed them food. - hc that cassian sleeps in the middle, hugging both of them to his chest while his wings closes on top of them all.

this happened more than they can count.

rhys and elain bond during those trips, taking it easy, drinking tea, spending time with nyx all calm and chill around the court (while on the background nyx can hear his chaotic mother and uncles), not bothered by their rampage at all.

nesta is usually doing her own thing, but eventually she just goes to find rhys and elain and is like "where are our spouses?" she is the one to find them and put them to bed, she is also the one who will wake them up making loud noises, and talking about greasy food just to spite them.

BUT she is the one that brings lady autumn to mother them out of hangover. 

helion, on the other hand, always commissions a painting of how they were sleeping together, one of the paintings hangs on the main hall of his palace. another hangs on the house of wind by a proud cassian.

elain has several hidden and just puts them on display on the weirdest places (the guest bedroom, the bathroom).

feyre is both flattered to be painted and pissed - because she can do a better job. so she starts a beef with the painter helion hired. 

lucien tried to burn them all several times, but helion put a spell on it.