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"I’d never realized that while Lucien had been trained as a warrior, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Rhys were Warriors. Cassian could wipe Lucien off the face of the earth in a single blow."

And this:

" "Easy," Lucien said.

Cassian snarled.

"Easy," Lucien repeated, and flame sizzled through that russet eye.

The flame, that surprising dominance within it, hit Cassian like a stone to the head, knocking him from his need to kill and kill and kill whatever might threaten--

They were all staring. "

Hi, sure! Cassian is so damn shippable I swear. I love domestic headcanons <3

I think we’ve all established that Cassian knows how to cook.

Lucien still has this whole High Fae fancy boi thing going on, so champagne brunch is his favorite.

However, Cassian’s idea of brunch and Lucien’s are not… exactly the same.

Remember: fancy boi

In order to settle any disputes about what is and is not appropriate brunch food (Cassian: hamburgers, Lucien: eggs Benedict), Lucien decides that they should just make some of everything.

Cassian is… a bit thrown off by this. It’s not that he doesn’t want to make the food, but it seems like such a waste. They are only two people, and Cassian is reminded of his time in the camps, and before, when he had practically nothing.

When Lucien realizes why Cassian is hesitant, he feels horrible.

They decide to take turns making what each of them like to have for brunch.

Sometimes, Lucien will refuse to get out of bed and claim that it’s Cassian’s turn to make him what he wants.

It’s not really Cassian’s turn, but he lets Lucien get away with it because he just looks so damn cute.

ok and in an angsty turn because I can’t help myself:

Lucien and Cassian have a hard time getting over the whole class difference thing.

You know how Eris was with Mor? How do you think he would treat his own brother, when he found out he is with Cassian?

I won’t even write the type of stuff Eris says, but you can imagine.

What a Douchenozzle.

Lucien always feels a bit of an odd man out when it comes to the Inner Circle. He has a lot of guilt about Feyre. And every day with them is a rejection of Tamlin and the Autumn Court.

Even finding out about Helion doesn’t really help. Lucien has lost his sense of home, and so he feels like he doesn’t have the same things to offer Cassian as Cassian offers him.

Which is really ironic, considering the one who feels lost is the son of a High Lord, and the one with a family is bastard-born and not even High Fae.

Even Lucien has a hard time letting go of his prejudices, at first.

They find that they are much better off when it’s just the two of them, because there is always someone there, ready to give Lucien shit for lowering himself, or Cassian shit for being with a High Lord’s cast-off son.

People in Prythian can be real dicks.

They do find a good balance, however. Lucien’s relationship with his father improves, Cassian is patient while he mends fences with the Inner Circle.

Fandom:  A Court of Thorns and Roses Rating:  M Chapter Warnings:  References to abuse Relationship:  Lucien/Cassian Word Count:  1,664

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Read the rest:  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Holy shit, I can’t believe I finally updated this. Here it is: the chapter I started almost seven months ago, for the fic I haven’t updated since September. (I told you I hadn’t abandoned it.) Thank you so much for the love this fic has gotten. I honestly can’t believe it.

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It wasn’t that Cassian needed an excuse to see Lucien. It was just that his copy of Rosemary for Remembrance was due back, and he didn’t want to give Nesta a reason to stop speaking to him again. And it was mere coincidence that he happened to show up during one of Lucien’s shifts.

“He’s in the stacks,” Nesta told him before he’d even opened his mouth to ask.

“Hi, Nesta. How are you?” he responded blithely. “I’m well, thanks.”

“If you’re trying to pretend you’re not here to see Lucien, you’re failing utterly,” Nesta said, not looking up from her book. “Elain mentioned the cookies. Sweet of him.”

Cassian deflated. “Yeah, it… it was. How’s he been doing?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s in the biographies.”

“Yeah, you’re right, sorry. I’ll…” Cassian nodded at the shelves, then headed off (rather sheepishly) to the northwest corner of the main floor.

It only took him a minute of searching to find Lucien. He was reshelving a truly obscene number of books on Benjamin Franklin. Cassian felt himself relax as he took in the scene. Lucien was humming absently, lining the spines up as he slid each book onto the shelf. His hair was braided down his back, and his eye was clear. It was a good day.

Lightly, Cassian tapped on the side of a shelf. “Hey.”

Lucien turned towards him, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Hey, Cass. Fancy seeing you here.”

A/N: There really is no plot in this. It’s literally a chapter of fluff.

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“I’m so glad you three could make it!” Tarquin called, Varian following closely behind.

“Thank you for inviting us, Tarquin. Your new line is beautiful!” Feyre said.

She had briefly met Tarquin and Varian before the show, and immediately liked them, Tarquin especially. He was a very sweet, kind man. Tarquin had an aura of comfort and ease surrounding him that attracted Feyre to him. Not romantically, though, because she couldn’t move on so soon after leaving Tamlin, even if he was an abusive bastard. It was why she refused to acknowledge Rhys and what she felt towards him.

DO NOT BE SORRY. I LIVE FOR LUSSIAN. 

falls asleep on the couch- Usually Cassian because he likes his cat-naps. But occasionally he’ll get up early to go for a run or something and find Lucien passed out with a book on his chest where he fell asleep reading the night before. Cassian will scoop him up and carry him to bed before he goes out and fondly chide him about doing this because, “You’re going to fuck up your neck, Lu.” Lucien’s reply is sleepy but snarky. 

makes friends with the neighbors- Cassian does his best to be a Good Neighbour. He invites them over for dinner to get to know them and will chat across the fence with them. Lucien can go one of two ways here, either he joins in and they chat together or he snarks about them while Cassian flaps his hands and makes shushing noises because “yes, she’s obtuse, Lucien, but she’s not deaf.” 

is the adventurous eater- Cassian is the adventurous cook but Lucien is the adventurous eater when they’re out. Cassian thought he was adventurous with his food but then he met Lucien who takes it to a whole new level. 

hogs the covers at night- Probably Lucien. Cassian gripes because like wtf you literally have fire powers you don’t need extra blankets. Lucien probably just kisses him and murmurs a little “please, Cass, I’m cold,” and ofc Cassian relents because he just can’t with Lucien’s puppy eyes. 

forgets to do the dishes- Lucien, probably. Cassian gets all >:( because I cooked the food, Lucien, the least you can do is clear up!? Or I could keep cuddling you and kissing you instead………..Yes okay do that. 

tries to surprise their partner more often- Probably Cassian. Though his surprises tend to consist of him sprawled naked on his and Lucien’s bed with a rose between his teeth in order to ~seduce~ him (or more likely to make him laugh because he’s been having a rough time lately.) He always succeeds at both of these things. 

leaves dirty laundry on the floor- Lucien. Cassian is something of a neat freak. Lucien is...Less so. Cass growls at him for being a ‘pampered little prince’ every time he does this but it doesn’t change anything (except to probably initiate some role-play sex tbh) 

stays up til 2 AM reading- Definitely Lucien. His insomnia is bad sometimes and he just can’t sleep. Mostly Cass just leaves him to it but sometimes he will go and get him and gently coax him back to bed and hold him til he drops off again because he needs to sleep. 

sings in the shower- Cassian. Very loudly. Very exuberantly. Probably with a dance routine to match. 

takes the selfies- Hmm I think I’m going to say Cassian. Lucien is more likely to be taking pictures of other folk than himself, I think. 

A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry this is late! Since I started the multiple POV, I’ve been meaning to switch to 3rd person. I have finally done it, so this chapter and future ones will be in told in 3rd person. I will go back to past chapters and change them to 3rd person.

As promised, here are the ages:

Ages:

Lucien: 25

Feyre: 25

Rhys: 26

Az: 26

Mor: 26

Cass: 27

Amren: 27

Elain: 29

Nesta: 30

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Friday. In exactly six hours, Tamlin and Ianthe will be meeting with Hybern. Although Azriel appeared calm externally, internally he was anxious. There was always the possibility of being caught and though he knew there was a slim chance he would be, that didn’t soothe Azriel’s nerves.

A bleary-eyed Cassian stumbled into the kitchen. Azriel raised an eyebrow at his brother’s state. Cassian came home after he did, which was surprising considering Azriel came home at two in the morning.

“Morning.” Azriel greeted, placing a mug of steaming coffee in front of the tired man.

Cassian grumbled in return and gulped down his coffee, not realizing how hot it was.

He spat out the drink. “Mother’s tits, Az! You could’ve warned me the coffee was lava!”

Az rolled his eyes. “You should’ve noticed the steam coming off it. It’s not my fault your too tired to realize it. By the way, why’d you come home late?”

“I was visiting someone.”

“Lucien?”

“What?! No! Of course not! Why would you… I mean, as if I would visit that annoying… person! Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous that you would even suggest that.”

Cassian has never been more unconvincing. Or flustered. Azriel voiced his thoughts.

“I am not flustered!” Cassian exclaimed.

“Right. Anyway, it’s obvious by your response that you were with Lucien. That and the fact that you clearly wanted to see him after the girls mentioned he was sick.”

Cassian snorted. “You and I both know he wasn’t sick. And fine, I did go see him. Only so I could find out the truth.”

“And did you?” Azriel questioned.

“He didn’t act or look sick, so yes, I found out he wasn’t sick.” Cassian answered.

“Then how come you came home late?” Azriel had his suspicions, but didn’t want to voice them without knowing the facts.

Cassian mumbled the answer so quietly, Azriel couldn’t hear it.

“What was that?”

Once again, Cassian answered quietly.

“I still can’t quite hear you, Cass.”

“We ended up talking! God, Azriel, all we did was some innocent talking!” Cass shouted.

Azriel couldn’t help laughing at Cassian. He looked embarrassed at what he revealed, a faint blush staining his cheeks.

“It’s not funny.” Cassian grumbled, drinking from his mug.

“Oh, but it is. Why do you look so embarrassed? You talk to people all the time.”

“Yeah, well, I sort of, kind of realized something.”

Azriel tilted his head in silent question. He wouldn’t force Cassian to say more than he was willing.

“Can you keep a secret for me?” Cassian asked, gazing down at his lap.

“Do you not know me? Of course I can.” Azriel replied.

“I sort of had a feeling, but… last night as we were talking, I kept noticing little things about Lucien. Stupid, unimportant things. Like how his hair shown in the moonlight. His eyes.”

Azriel smiled, knowing the reason behind Cassian noticing these aspects of Lucien.

“Back to what I was saying, and please don’t tell anyone, I realized I had feelings for Lucien. I don’t get feelings, Az! At least, not that kind. What do I do? Do I say something? No, that would be a bad idea. He probably doesn’t even reciprocate them! Give me advice, Az!” Wailed Cassian.

Azriel walked to the living room, beckoning Cassian to follow. The men settled on the couch, news from when Az turned on the television earlier playing in the background.

“Honestly, I should be the last person you come to ask about relationship advice. And emotions,” Azriel added as an afterthought. “But I’ll give it a shot. I would say don’t tell him. If they lied about Lucien being sick, it’s most likely due to personal reasons. You admitting to having feelings will only add to his problems. Also, it could be awkward between you two if Lucien doesn’t feel the same way towards you. However, if he does, it is also likely Lucien is not aware of them. So no, I would not say anything yet. Wait a while before saying anything.”

“Wow. That’s good advice.”

“You can also do whatever you think is right. Don’t feel obligated to listen to what I told you.”

“I think I will actually.” Said Cassian.

Azriel got up from where they sat, making his way to his room. Before he stepped in, Azriel turned around.

“Hey, Cass,” The man in question looked up, “How did you develop feelings for Lucien so fast? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just that you haven’t interacted for long.”

Once again, a blush formed on Cassian’s cheeks. “Remember back in high school, when Rhys and Lucien briefly dated?”

Az nodded, recalling those few weeks. Rhys never revealed what led to the break up.

“Well, my feelings started there. At least, I think I felt something then, know that I’m thinking about it. I admired Lucien from afar, and we hung out a couple times.” At that, Azriel’s eye widened from shock. “You know, I guess I’m like Rhys. He fell for Feyre while hanging out with her, but she had a boyfriend. I got feelings for Lucien by hanging out with him, but he had a boyfriend, too.” Cassian concluded.

“Huh.” Azriel said before walking into his room, sorting the new information.

Rhys woke up cold. His comforter was no longer around him, providing him warmth. A look at his side showed where they went. Curled up next to him was his little sister, wrapped in his black comforter. She climbed into bed with him late at night when she woke from her nightmares. Rhys knew he shouldn’t have let her watch that horror movie with him. Her puppy eyes were something Rhys couldn’t resist, and Luciana knew that.

The scent of waffles brought Rhys down the stairs. He found his mother sipping coffee and reading the paper at the table. She looked up at the sound of his heavy footsteps and smiled warmly at her son. Rhys kissed his mom’s cheek before plopping down to devour the stack of waffles in front of him. The two sat in a comfortable silence until Rhys’s mom broke it.

“Rhys,” Finally, she put down the paper, “There’s something I have to show you.”

“What is it, Mum?”

His mother got up and went to the living room. She came back clutching a magazine.

“I didn’t see this under the stack of others. It’s a few days old, but… here. Look at this.” She thrust the magazine at him. What Rhys saw made him choke on his breakfast.

Tamlin and Ianthe were kissing on the cover.

Feyre was sitting in bed trying to finish the last chapter in her book. Her mind kept going back to how to tell her friends about the magazine article. She assumed no one had seen it in the days since it’s release. Feyre knew the best way to go about it would be to tell her friends directly like ripping off a band-aid. She knew exactly what to say; it was the execution of her plan that was worrisome.

A knock sounded from downstairs. Mor was at her office working on her designs and Lucien went for a walk to clear his mind. Admitting defeat to her book, Feyre crept down the stairs. When she opened the door, the last two people she ever expected to see were standing on Mor’s doorstep.

“Elain? Nesta?”

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Cassian and Lucien talk, Azriel gets his tea, and the Archeron sisters will soon be reunited. Oh, and Rhysand's mom and sister make an appearance.

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Was going over to Mor’s armed with a thermos of soup for Lucien’s ‘sickness’ when I was really going to find out the truth a bad idea? One may call it that, but not me. In fact, I would say this is one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. Part of me knew that there was a reason why my friends lied about Lucien’s reason of absence and I should leave them alone, but I couldn’t. At least if he is ill, I would know that I did something to help him get better.

I pulled up in front of Mor’s and walked up to her front door. It only took a moment for Mor to open the door after I knocked.

“Cassian!” She greeted me, “What are you doing here?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, voice laced with distrust.

I gave a nonchalant shrug in return. “I had some leftover soup from dinner last night. I thought I could some over for Lucien.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks. I’ll just take that for you.” Mor’s tanned arm reached out for the thermos in my hands. I pulled it out of her grasp as her hands clenched around where the thermos was a mere second ago.

“Actually, I was hoping to bring it to Lucien myself. Give him my best wishes on his recovery and whatnot. Also, I owe Feyre an apology for cornering her earlier.” I explained.

“Okay. First of all, ‘Give him my best wishes on recovery’ really? By the Mother, Cass, you sound like he was in an accident, not like he has a cold. And second, what about me? Don’t I deserve an apology? Need I remind you, that you hounded me all day trying to get information on Lucien’s health? Finally-”

“I’m sorry, Mor.” I interrupted.

“Apology accepted, don’t worry about it. And don’t interrupt. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Finally, you cornered Feyre? Jeez, Cassian. He has a cold. Why must you ask so many questions?” Mor threw her arms up in exasperation when she was done scolding me.

“I asked questions because I don’t- I mean I didn’t - believe you two. Now I do, and I have something for Lucien. Can I come in now, Mor? It’s cold.” I said.

“Fine.” She grumbled, stepping out of the way.

Victory is mine!

“We should put makeup on you!” Feyre whisper-shouted at me.

“What? No!” I whisper-shouted back.

Through my open door, which Mor forgot to close on her way out after informing us she ordered pizza, we heard her and Cassian’s whole conversation. Currently, we were rushing around to get things that would help me appear sick.

“My skin’s paler than yours! If we put some foundation or something on you, you’ll appear sickly!” She explained.

“We are not putting makeup on me, and that is final!” I stated.

“Fine. You would look hot with makeup though. I might have some eyeshadow that would bring out your eyes…” She trailed off, most likely thinking about me,makeup, and how hot I would look.

“Feyre! Focus!” I told her, breaking Feyre out of her thoughts. Just then, we heard two voices, one male and one female, and heavy footsteps coming closer to the door. I dove under the covers, ruffled my hair, and attempted to look groggy and under the weather. Feyre grabbed a trash can, filled it with crumpled tissues, and sat down on the edge of my bed, so she appeared to be taking care of me.

The door opened fully, revealing Cassian and Mor, the former carrying something that resembles a thermos.

“Hey, Foxboy. Hi, Feyre.” Cassian greeted us.

“Hey, Cass.” Feyre said, getting up from the bed to give him a hug. I greeted him too, attempting to sound like a person who has a cold. I don’t think I succeeded.

When they parted, Cassian came over and took Feyre’s spot beside me, placing the thermos on the bedside table. He smiled down at me, which made me feel… something.

“Mor, Feyre, can you guys leave us? I want to talk to Lucien alone.” He requested, still holding my gaze.

“Sure, but aren’t you forgetting something, Cass?” Mor said with a pointed look in the other male’s direction.

“Hmm?” He looked up, “Oh, right. Sorry about earlier, Feyre. I was just doubtful, but now… I see you were right, so sorry for doubting you, and for questioning you earlier.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it, Cass. I get it.” Feyre shrugged it off.

With that, the ladies left, leaving me alone. With Cassian. In my room.

Someone help me. I begged. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable around Cassian. I just… feel something when I’m around him. I become aware of everything he does. Everything that happens when I’m with Cassian makes me feel guilty; I feel as if I’m betraying Jesminda and Andras, the latter more than the former.

It was then I realized there was an expectant silence in the air. Hazel eyes shown with amusement.

There’s more green than brown today.

Stop it. I reprimanded myself.

“Sorry. What did you say?” I asked, embarrassed at being caught not paying attention.

“I was just asking how you felt.”

“Oh, I’m feeling a little better thanks to the medicine I took.” “Good. Good. I hope you feel better soon. We have to get back to our regular scheduled bickering at work.” He teased. Him wanting me to get better though… that was sincere. It left me baffled. After everything my family has done to Mor, why would he want to get better? I always thought his comments were out of spite, not because we were friends, or something akin to that.

I let out a chuckle. “Yeah. I’ve missed our little squabbles.”

“Do you mind if I stay here and just talk?” Cassian asked, breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped the room.

I expected myself to feel that I did mind, but I found myself wanting to know what it was Cassian had to say.

“You can stay.” I told him.

“Bron. Hart. What information do you two have for me.” I said, hiding in the shadows. They knew who I was, but I couldn’t risk any paparazzi or passerbys to take a photo of myself.

“Well, we found out Tamlin has a meeting with Anthony Hybern. Ianthe will be with them.” Bron informed me.

“Do you have any details?” I inquired.

“We don’t know what the meeting is for,” Hart added, “But we do know that it will be held at Tamlin’s office at six in the evening on Friday.”

Two days from now.

“Is that all?” I further questioned.

“For now, yes. After Feyre and Lucien left, he’s been more secretive than usual.” Hart said.

“Okay, then. You’ll receive payment at the end of the week.” With that, I left. As I walked over to my car, I mulled over the information I received. Whatever the reason was for the meeting, it couldn’t be good if Hybern was being involved.

Before driving away, I made one last call.

“Amren? It’s Azriel. Are you in your office?”

“I am. Did you find something?” Her voice answered.

“I did. And it’s not good.”

“Where is my sister?!” Nesta screeched. I took a step back from the terrifying girl. Nesta Archeron is someone you do not want have angry with you.

“She left.” I answered, mustering up my courage.

“I know she left, but I want to know the correct circumstances as to why she left.” Nesta yelled.

“You read the article.” I said, nodding in the direction of Elain, who held the magazine where I told reporters of why Feyre left me.

“Feyre, would never cheat on someone. Whoever she is dating can be a scumbag and treat her poorly, but she would still remain faithful to them. What. Is. The. Truth.” Elain’s voice iron, her face contorted with fury. Elain, who was usually so kind and calm, was much more frightening when angered.

“Why do you care? It’s not like you ever cared for her in the first place.” My voice rose along with my temper.

A loud slap filled the room and my head cracked to the side. Nesta stood in front of me, her hand raised.

“We had our reasons. Tell me where my baby sister is now!” Nesta roared.

“Ask her yourself. She’s in the Night Court.” I snapped, trying to not lash out. Nesta was a lawyer, and a damn good one, too. Loads of people respected her. I couldn’t have someone like her ruin my reputation by informing the world of what I had done.

Feyre will tell them though. A nagging voice in my mind told me.

They’ll never find her. I reassured herself.

“Come on, Elain. Let’s go to Night Court.” Nesta said, storming towards the door.

“How do you know she’s in the Night Court?” I asked.

“Because you just said so, you moron. Even if you didn’t, your question confirmed it.” Elain snapped, before Nesta could even open her mouth. Before I could say anything, Elain slammed the door shut.

I’m not a moron… Am I?

“Rhys, can you please set the table.” My mom asked while checking the chicken she was baking.

“Of course, Mum.” I got up from the chair I was reading in to get the dishes and silverware for dinner.

“And please get your sister.” Mum added.

“Got it.” I told her, hurrying to finish setting up the table. When I was done, I rushed up the stairs to Luciana’s room.

“Luciana? May I come in?” I asked, knocking on the door.

“What’s the password?” My little sister’s voice answered from the other side. I smiled at her antics.

“Rhysand is the best big brother ever?” I guessed.

“Nope.”

“Rhysand is the best male model ever?” I suggested.

“Guess again!” Luciana sang.

“Rhysand is the handsomest person to ever grace the universe.”

“Wrong again! And you are not the handsomest person, Rhys.”

I gasped and grasped my chest even though Luciana couldn’t see me. “I’m wounded! Someone doesn’t think I am handsome! Help me by opening up this door!” I cried, jiggling the doorknob.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” My sister said, but she still opened the door. I stepped in her room, twirling as I did.

“I’m saved! Thank you, Lady Luciana. I am forever in your debt.” I bowed down at her feet.

“Get up, Lord Rhysand.” Luci snorted.

I did what she said and plopped down on her bed, dragging her down with me. Luci let out a squeal as she fell, and collapsed into giggles when she landed on top of me. I then proceeded to tickle her.

“S-stop! P-please!” She called out between her laughter.

“Never!” I exclaimed.

“Rhysand! Luciana!” My mother stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips. She tried her best to look stern, but her hazel eyes shone with amusement, and the corner of her lips were tugging upwards. I stopped tickling Luci immediately, trying to contain my own laughter.

“Rhys, I told you to get Luci for dinner. Not for you to start fooling around!” Mum scolded me.

“Sorry, Mum.” I apologized.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Just come down you two. And no more shenanigans.”

“Okay.” Luciana and I said in unison, but we shared a look, agreeing that the battle wasn’t over.

We gathered around the table, filling our plates with baked chicken, salad, and a variety of Illyrian meals.

“So, Rhys, when were you going to tell me that Feyre and Lucien were staying with Mor?”

I choked on my food. “How do you know?” I asked, staring bewilderedly at my mum, who kept on eating.

“When I invited Mor to dinner on Sunday earlier today, she asked if it would be alright if she brought along Lucien and Feyre.” Mum explained.

“Wait, you are hanging out with Feyre and Lucien again? Why didn’t you tell me?” My sister demanded.

“I was going to say something, Luci, but I knew you would beg to see her, and I wasn’t sure if Feyre would be ready to handle anymore company than me and the inner circle.” I explained to my sister.

“Still should have said something.” Luci pouted.

“I’m sorry, Luci.”

“Your forgiven, I suppose.” Luciana responded with a dramatic flair.

“Anyway,” I said, turning back to Mum, “I was going to tell you, promise, but like I told Luci, I didn’t know if Feyre could handle more people.”

“It’s alright, Rhys. I hope they can make it. Feyre and Lucien are such lovely people.” Mum said, though I could tell she was curious as to why Feyre may not have been able to handle more than a few people.

After dinner, I went to bed claiming I was tired. I laid, burrowed in my black sheets, trying to continue reading my book. In ten minutes, I read one sentence. My thoughts were consumed with Feyre Archeron.

*Luciana is Italian for 'light;moon' (at least according to the internet. If it's wrong, please let me know!)* *Selene (Rhys's mom) is Greek for 'moon' (again, according to the internet. If it's wrong, tell me!)*

Luciana is 10 in this fic. And now, that I'm thinking about it, you guys don't know any ages for the characters. I'll let you know, next chapter. As usual, please let me know your thoughts on this chapter! Weekly updates on Saturday!

Headcanon A:  realistic It takes a long time for these two to get together. There is no insta-love, no jumping into bed. Lucien has a hard time trusting people and letting himself feel for them. Luckily, Cassian is incredibly patient and giving. The first time that Cassian lets Lucien know he is interested, Lucien is like... but why? Lucien is clearly interested, but he doesn’t see how it can work, how he can end up happy with anyone.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious Cassian is really good at embarrassing Lucien, and he loves doing it. It’s just… so easy. Lucien can be so damn proper. Being sassy is not the same thing as not minding making a fool of oneself. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. And Cassian has no problems making a fool of Lucien by telling bawdy jokes and inappropriate insinuations at important functions.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends Sometimes, Cassian needs more support than Lucien knows how to give. Lucien realizes early on that Cassian spends a lot of time and energy on other people, to the point that he ignores his own needs. When he sees Cassian in one of these moments, tired and broken and feeling like he’ll never be strong enough for the people he loves, Cassian tries to push him away. He doesn’t know how to let someone be there for him. And maybe, if he lets Lucien be there for him, instead of the other way around, he will have worn out his usefulness. Maybe, allowing Lucien to take on the burden means that Cassian isn’t worth being with. It takes them a long time to work through this, for Lucien to figure out how to take some of that burden from Cassian, and for Cassian to figure out how to let him.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own. They get married and adopt a bunch of puppies and also Elain.

The more of these I write, the more I’m like... but what does realistic/unrealistic matter, when we’re talking headcanons...?