One For The Ages | Cassian x Fem!Reader AU

One For The Ages

Mor and Feyre had been relentless, trying to drag Cassian out of his funk ever since the breakup.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Cassian had decided to take a break over some stupid miscommunication. He had tried to explain himself countless times, but you, as stubborn and proud as you were, hadn't given him the chance. Two days ago he'd spoken to Rhys, hoping to get some advice on the situation, and Rhys had told him to give you some time and space to think things through, and he had, even though he still missed you terribly.

He'd spent the day between meetings checking his phone for a message from you, a notification, a TikTok meme—any sign that you still cared—but nothing came. He wished he spent the day with you, though he knew his friends might have something planned, and he certainly appreciated the distraction. As it just so happened that today, on his birthday, the girls finally had the perfect excuse to take him out for drinks.

Azriel walked into their shared apartment, arms loaded with bottles of aged tequila, chips and salsa. He found Cassian wrapping up a virtual coaching session, clearly planning to stay home after a quick shower.

"Don't be a boring baby, Cass. It's your birthday. Get out and enjoy it," Az chided, setting the supplies on the kitchen counter.

Cassian arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Even you want to go out and celebrate? Who are you, and what have you done with my roommate?"

Az smirked, pouring two shots of tequila. "Just trying to get you out of your cave for once."

Then he hooked an arm around Cassian's neck, pulling him into a playful headlock. With his free hand, he formed a fist and rubbed his knuckles into Cassian's hair, mussing it. Cassian grumbled, but a small smile crept onto his face as Azriel's quiet laugh filled the room.

"Cheers to your birthday, man."

They clinked glasses just as the buzzer rang. Azriel pressed the intercommunicator and two loud voices greeted him with a singsong.

"Go, Cassian! It's your birthday! We gon' party like it's your birthday!"

"Aaand that'll be Mor and Feyre," Az said, buzzing them in. "Now go shower and get ready. You're not weaseling out of this."

Cassian sighed and made his way to his room, still brooding a little over tonight's outing, but grateful for his friends, the group he had come to call family.

Moments later, two noisy girls burst into the apartment, each carrying a small bag containing a gift, already dressed and ready to hit Rita's. Mor and Feyre walked in with playful smiles that quickly faded when they saw the look on Azriel's face as he greeted them.

"Hello, ladies. It looks like the party just arrived." He leaned in to hug Mor first, then Feyre, while he said in a hushed tone:

"He's getting ready, still not in the mood, though."

Mor leaned in, whispering, "Any word from Y/N?" Feyre glanced hopefully at Az, who shook his head.

Both sighed in disappointment while dropping both gift bags on the kitchen counter, their hopes for a reconciliation dampened.

You, Feyre and Morrigan were inseparable ever since you and Cassian had become best friends, even More so when you started dating. Whether it was planning girls' nights out, painting each other's nails, or curling up to watch scary movies, your time together was always filled with laughter and closeness; you formed a trio that was not just friends, but a cherished sisterhood that had not been the same since the breakup. The girls had been there for you through and through, even to call you out on your bullshit when you told them you were not sure if you were ready to forgive him.