#cassian x gneutral!reader

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Cassian as a girl dad, headcanons…

Warnings - devastation of war mentioned, adoption (can be a more touchy subject for some)

When he learns he is having a girl who is OVERJOYED. He wasn't against a boy, but the general also remembers what he was like when he was young.

Once the initial burst of joy fades away he's freaking out. The home isn't kid-proof, what if he messes this up––he's been a fighter his whole life, i don't know how to do hair... how will he raise a kid as a general, i need time off...

Then there's deciding what type of dad Cassian wants to be.

First few weeks he rambles about his options as you both fall asleep, his head on your chest, fingers tracing shapes over your stomach.

Does he want his daughter running around with a sword beating up stupid Illyrian morons, or taking dance classes and painting his nails.

'Cassian, baby,' you ask your mate.

Of course, then again why can't the general be both; nails-painted, hair-braided, dance-class-taking, teach-my-daughter-to-fight, dad...

Cassian spends the next few months learning how to braid hair, cut hair, make buns, ponytails, something twists. But of course if his daughter wants short hair that's okay too...

So what if he is the butt of some jokes from Az and Rhys

The paperwork is the most annoying part. Your patience was always so much greater than his. He was a fighter, not a paper-work doer.

It was all the more complicated considering adoption wasn't exactly common in Prythian, a newer idea many Fae didn't consider.

The added consideration of the devastation from the war against Hybern then dealing with Koschei made for quite a number of babies and children left without families and you couldn't handle that.

It was a bit of a new precedent but one the High Lord and Lady helped guide Cassian and his mate through it all.

The day you finally get to take your daughter home it's a pile of nerves and joy. She has little with her, only a stuffed animal dragon with pig tails and a dress.

Nothing compares to this feeling. Only the snap of the mating bond could be considered comparable. A two-year-old girl with big eyes and tightly tucked wings could bring Cassian to his knees in an instant.

The General of the Night Court, Lord of Bloodshed, undone.

She looks up at him as you pick up your new daughter. You introduce yourself, pointing to Cassian. 'Dada,' you coo.

She keeps staring at Cassian who takes the young girl into his arms, sobbing.

'I would burn the world to the ground for you,' he thinks.

She turns in her father's arms to stare at you holding out the dragon. 'Azwiel,' she says pointing to the dragon stuffed animal.

Cassian later learns that's because Azriel was cool when he flew. Naturally, Azriel is the one to teach her to fly.

You stifle a laugh, Cassian just keeps sobbing.

It takes her a few months to adjust to her new home, but has little trouble exploring.

One night when you and Cassian are both asleep you see her toddle into the room with a giggle. 'Can my fwend bwysis sleep with us,' she asks innocently.

You start shaking with laughter.

Cassian realizes, in that moment, he is way out of his depth.