#azris x reader

He’s failing because he seems incapable of making any strides with you. 

You have no reason to trust them, he knows that better than anyone. Not only did you wake up one day to find yourself being held captive by the Night Court and their weird additions from Autumn, but the Spymaster of the Night Court and the General of the Autumn army hardly let you breathe without their supervision. The bond hasn’t snapped for you yet, so he knows none of this makes sense to you.

Eris knows you’re probably just a quiet girl; you have no reason to trust them so you have no reason to speak to them. And he doesn’t want to underestimate you; to have grown up in Hewn means you must be fierce, and you’re clearly enough of a threat that someone out there wants you dead. 

But you’re resilient, you’re a survivor; something Eris likes to think he can identify with. 

So, he finds himself having to balance this desperate desire to demand answers to every question that burns on the tip of his tongue (what is your name? How old are you? Who did this to you? Where can I find them? Will they bleed the same as any of the other unfortunate souls who have dared to cross Eris Vanserra?), this overwhelming urge to protect you…claim you…care for you, and give you the space that you so clearly want; that you more than deserve. 

And Eris thinks he’s failing. Failing you, by not being the mate that you need, and failing Azriel by failing to step up when it matters. 

From what Azriel was willing to share with him – which wasn’t much, the prick – you felt comfortable enough to verbally respond to a question Azriel asked you. And he witnessed you all but gossiping with the shadows in the library yesterday. 

So, yeah. Eris is kind of being a loser about it. 

But he’s trying.

He’s accepted punishments from his father for spending his nights in a rival court just so he can be here with you, for you; just in case you need him. He puts up with the absolute buffoonery that is Cassian and the rest of the Inner Circle. He ignores the heavily suspicious looks he gets from Rhysand, Morrigan, and Feyre despite the fact that he’s proven himself nothing but loyal to their bargain and to his mate over the past year or so since the two came clean about the bond. 

And he sits on a loveseat while Cassian and Feyre drunkenly argue over who fucked up the Solstice decorations last year as he stares at the amber liquid in his cup, because he’s trying.

Because of you. 

Nuala and Cerridwen enter with you in tow, having fetched you from the library where they allowed you to eat your dinner in peace – much to the chagrin of the priestesses – because no one could bring themselves to disturb you on whatever research you dove into today. 

Eris isn’t sure why he does it – isn’t sure why he bothers – but he straightens at your arrival, pushing over to ensure he’s only taking up one cushion on the loveseat instead of two. He does this even though there are a number of other seats available, including two empty chairs beside Azriel, just in case. 

Because he’s trying. 

Because of you. 

Eris decides to keep his gaze locked on the tumbler in his hand, not wanting you to feel any pressure to appease him nor judged for whatever decision you ultimately make. 

So, it’s safe to say he isn’t expecting your frame to cast a shadow over his view, looking up to find you staring at him in question. 

Eris is sure he looks like a startled deer but he hardly cares when he’s being graced by your gaze, shifting over ever more to ensure there’s adequate room for you. 

And you sit.

You sit.

You’re sitting beside Eris; out of every seat in the room, you chose the one next to him, with him. 

Realizing he’s painfully rigid, Eris relaxes back into his seat once you’ve settled next to him, raising the glass to his lips just to give himself something to do.

He notices a shadow circle your wrist before it leans over to lovingly brush Eris’ knee. You try gently shooing it towards its master. 

“Did you have company in the library again today?” Eris braves himself to ask, feeling his chest glow when the apples of your cheeks warm – a heat he can feel due to your current proximity – at his question. You nod your head yes.

“They don’t disturb you, do they?”

You shake your head no. 

“Lucky you,” Eris hums, shooting Azriel a look as the male pretends he isn’t watching the entire interaction with baited breath. “I don’t think they like me much.”

You turn to look at him inquisitively at that, and Eris wonders how he might be able to convince you to stare at him forever. 

“They’re full of secrets but they never share any with me,” he explains, answering your nonverbal question. 

Your eyes flit down the shadow still busying itself with your fingers before your eyes flit over to the one who wields them; bashfulness floods the bond. 

“Maybe a little bit like you,” he adds, ensuring there’s a healthy dose of humour in his tone. He’d probably try jumping off the side of the mountain, too, if he managed to offend you. 

You tilt your head in an attempt to hide your smile, but Eris catches it. 

You cup your hand, finding the shadow immediately nestling itself into the space like pooling water before you hold it aloft, offering it to Eris.

“Is this your way of giving me a secret?” Eris asks, delighted beyond measure as he accepts the shadow from you. 

Truly, he thinks he might just vomit with excitement when you lean into him a bit. 

You nod, watching him interact with the shadow that swirls through his fingers as he considers his options. 

Eris hums thoughtfully. “Well if I only get one, I better make it count then, hm?” 

The shadow seems to vibrate in agreement. 

You watch him patiently and Eris doesn’t blame Azriel for keeping a bit of this to himself; he has half a mind of pocketing this moment too, itches to blind everyone else in the room so that no one can see you looking so sweet. 

“How about your name, darling?” He whispers, almost afraid of the rejection he’s sure to come, preemptively blanching at the mistake he’s convinced he made. 

Your eyes widen a fraction before flitting around the room. Your eyes dance across everyone present; Azriel, Cassian, Feyre, Nesta, Rhysand, Lucien, and Elain. But then your eyes get caught somewhere in the distance; a muscle in your jaw clenches and you shake your head minutely before you finally turn your attention back to Eris. 

He’s just about to tell you to forget it, say it was stupid of him to ask, tell you he'll see himself off the cliff now when you whisper it to him like a precious secret.

It’s beautiful. 

Your name, your lips as they formed the syllables, and the breath you expelled to say it; all beautiful. 

Eris doesn’t even care that Azriel’s shadow has scampered off to no doubt tell its master this priceless information Eris has just gleamed, he’s too busy mentally singing your name like a mantra. 

Eris is being a total loser about the entire situation, and he isn’t ashamed about it one bit.

Day 3: To no end - Shadow play - Azriel {Female reader} The shadows love Y/n, and she loves them. She wonders what it would be like if they took control, what do they fantasise about? Problem is... they don't know when to stop.

Day 4: Busted - Caught Masturbating - Sawyer {Female Reader} Ridoc drunkenly challenges Sawyer to participate in NNN (No Nut November), whoever lasts longest, wins. What happens when it gets too much for Sawyer, and he just needs a little release, no big deal...

Day 5: Nom nom - Biting - Eris (Vampire AU {Female Reader}) Reader is a witch making a potion for the local village, but she needs an ingredient from her boyfriend, Eris. She offers him a little incentive to say yes.

Day 6: Milking it - Lactation - Rhysand {Female Reader} Rhysand and reader have recently had a baby, earlier in their relationship, Rhysand mentioned that he'd always wanted to try drinking from his partner. After a long, exhausting day as High Lord, Reader surprises him with just that.

Day 7: Unexpected entanglement - Double penetration - Ridoc/Reader/Sawyer {Female Reader} Reader is moved into the Iron squad and can't help but hear both Ridoc and Sawyer's constant flow of thoughts about... her. Some of them are not family friendly. She gets sick of hearing about it and tells them to act on them.

Day 8: Building bridges - Threesome - Lucien/Reader/Ridoc {Female Reader} (Set after the war) Lucien is in Tyrrendor as an ambassador for Prythian to establish connections and assist in their recovery. Lucien and Ridoc become quick friends, and Reader decides to eavesdrop on them to make sure Ridoc doesn't say anything too stupid. The conversation she overhears leads to an interesting evening of discovery.

Day 9: Feeling worthless - Body worship - Garrick {Female Reader} After RSC training, Garrick lost a lot of muscle mass and gained a lot more scars. He feels unlovable. Reader shows him how wrong he is.

Day 10: Y/n's secret - Lingerie - Aaric {Female Reader} (Set after the war) Aaric comes back from a meeting and almost immediately someone notifies him that his wife went on a massive shopping spree.

Day 11: Show me - Bondage - Sub!Tarquin {Female Reader} Reader has always wanted to try bondage, but Tarquin really doesn't want to hurt her. He proposes that she should show him what she wants him to do.

Day 12: Regretted teachings - Nudes - Bodhi {Female Reader} Reader has always struggled with her body image but she's also an artist. When Bodhi encouraged her to draw herself so she could see her own beauty, this isn't what he meant...

Day 13: Class in session - Toys - Azriel {Female Reader} Azriel is trying to teach his spy in training that one should always remain focused, no matter the situation.

Day 14: Neither the time nor place - Sexting - Liam (College AU{Male Reader}) Liam is working at his part time job in the animal shelter, but reader is missing him, and decides to let him know.

Day 15: Birthday breakfast - Oral fixation(F rec) - Eris {Female Reader} It's his birthday and reader is the only present he wants

Day 16: Two-player game - 69 - Lucien {Female Reader} Reader gives Lucien a reminder that he isn't the only one who knows how to play

Day 17: Drunk words are sober thoughts - Pegging - Ridoc {Female Reader} After a night in Chantara, reader has a little too much to drink, confessing things she never would have. Ridoc is more than willing to go the extra mile for her to get what she wants

Day 18: Maybe the books are right - Somno - Garrick {Male Reader} When Reader goes to take a shower, Garrick takes a peak at what he's reading, Reader shows him exactly what's so great about it.

Day 19: Flooded - Cock warming - Xaden {Female Reader} Xaden is flooded with paperwork, and while Reader doesn't know how to help the Duke, she can help her boyfriend.

Day 20: Teach me - Anal - Bodoc Bodhi has never gotten to this level of intimacy with a man before, Ridoc talks him through it.

Day 21: Missing you - Edging - Azris Azriel just came back from a mission, desperate for his mate who is in a meeting.

Day 22: Revenge - Overstimulation - Azris After Azriel teases Eris during a meeting, he gets revenge on his little bat (Part 2 to Missing You, but can be read alone)

Day 23: In the air - Breath play - Liam {Female Reader} Reader is a 3rd year who helps Liam with his flight maneuvers. Things get intense when Liam tries to tease her, and isn't expecting her to bite back.

Day 24: Taste - Food play - Aaric {Male Reader} Aaric has fancied his guard since he was assigned to him. When the relief falls ill and reader has to take a double-shift with no break, Aaric capitalises on this unique set of circumstances, and invites him inside his room for some food.

Day 25: Offerings - Face riding - Lucien {Female Reader} While Lucien goes out to get dinner, Reader takes a little nap, but her subconscious mind gets her hot and bothered. Lucien is more than happy to help.

Day 26: "Studying" - Oral fixation (M rec) - Aaric {Male Reader} Reader has an interesting study method that he swears by, and who is Aaric to argue with him?

Day 27: Take control - Sensory deprivation - Sub!Xaden {Female Reader} Xaden has been stressed, as usual, and Reader is tired of him not letting her help.

Day 28: Lazy days - Thigh riding - Tarquin {Female Reader} Tarquin is just being the absolute sweetheart that he is and Reader is understandably turned on by it.

Day 29: Patience is a virtue - Brat taming - Eris {Male Reader} Reader is unbelievably horny for his mate. Unfortunately, his mate is also a High Lord, and has other responsibilities. Not that Reader cares, of course.

Day 30: Sex on the beach - Exhibitionism - Tarquin {Female Reader} ...Kinda feel like the title is self explanatory

Day 31: The Plan - Voyeurism - Azris/Reader {Female Reader} Reader is completely fed up with Azriel and Eris's constant fighting. She gives them an ultimatum, either work out their differences, or she leaves.

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Contents -

☁︎ One | The Arrangement | 2.3k words

☁︎ Two | Intentional | 3.7k words

☁︎ Three | A Shift | 3.3k words

☁︎ Four | Everything Unsaid | 3.5k words

☁︎ Five | Temporary | 3.4k words

☁︎ Six | Bittersweet Moments | 3.5k words

☁︎ Seven | Where You Belong | 3.6k words

☁︎ Eight | Ever After | 2.1k words

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A/n - This series will include content warnings at the start of each chapter, so please be sure to read them before continuing.

Another requested fic that I was very excited to write! I'll admit, it took a bit of thinking (and some serious back-and-forth with myself) because I really wanted it to feel just right. Fingers crossed it lands the way I imagined x

Expect plenty of emotions, intrigue, a little spice, and lots of domestic Azris shenanigans because who doesn't love a little cosy chaos? :)

Which was why they had decided one of them should always be with you, especially now, during the first few weeks since your double mating ceremony, when the frenzy still hadn’t entirely passed.

But war and threats and death gods couldn’t be postponed, not even for you, and neither of them could refuse when they had to leave you for a few days to try to track down Koschei. They hadn’t talked much unless it was to discuss theories or mention you, but Azriel knew that, just like him, Eris was struggling.

Being away from you was a weight he could barely carry, and the frenzy only made it worse. Searching for clues and information helped, but when he lay down at night with nothing to do but think of you, Azriel would just stare at the ceiling for hours. It was the same for Eris—his shadows confirmed it in a whisper.

They could have helped each other, he supposed. After all, in the throes of passion, despite their focus on you, they had shared touches, kisses, sometimes more. And Azriel had long since stopped trying to convince himself he hadn’t enjoyed it. But he’d be damned before admitting it out loud. He was willing to bet it was the same for Eris, if his reactions to Azriel’s touch were any indication.

So they had spent days craving the touch of their mate—both of them knowing they could find some relief in each other and yet too stubborn to ask for it.

All that pent-up need and tension came crashing to the surface the moment they finally returned home and silently opened the door to your shared bedroom.

You were lying in bed, arms wrapped around your pillow, the sheets crumpled around your feet. A gentle breeze drifting in through the open window rustled the curtains, and the moonlight gave you an ethereal look as it bathed your sleeping form.

Your naked, sleeping form.

The sight was enough to stir a familiar hunger deep in Azriel’s core. His hand flexed at his side as if itching to reach out and touch you, and his Illyrian leathers were suddenly far too tight around his groin.

“Someone’s needy,” Eris whispered beside him, a tantalizing smirk curving his lips as always.

Azriel glanced at him—at the obvious bulge in his pants. “You’re one to talk.”

Eris’s annoying smirk only widened as he turned to face him. “Should we wake her?”

“No.” Azriel shot him a glare. “She’s sleeping.”

“Oh, come on, Shadowsinger.” Eris rolled his eyes. “She’s naked. We both know she doesn’t like sleeping that way. You really think it doesn’t mean anything?”

He knew Eris was right. It wasn’t hot enough yet to justify the open window, the discarded sheets, the lack of clothes. You were probably dealing with the same problem that had plagued him on the continent—surges of heat caused by the frenzy, which you usually handled by spending a good couple of hours locked inside with your mates. But they’d been away too long.

Eris took a step toward the bed, but Azriel shot out a hand and grabbed his arm to stop him. The redhead twirled around, an almost feral look in his amber eyes visible even in the darkness of the room.

“She needs me,” he seethed, yanking his arm free. At Azriel’s pointed look, he seemed to calm down. With a sigh, he added grudgingly, “Fine. Us. She needs us.”

Despite his own raging desire, despite the truth in Eris’s words and the need to touch you, taste you, bury himself inside you and never let go, Azriel still hesitated. You looked so peaceful as you slept—lips slightly parted, hair fanned out across the pillow, moonlight caressing your back and the curve of your ass.

“Just get changed and climb into bed, Vanserra,” he finally said. “Don’t you dare wake her up. You can wait until morning.”

No matter that he didn’t know how he would wait until morning while sleeping next to you, naked, after days of missing you.

The shuffling of sheets caught his attention, and both he and Eris turned just in time to see you stir slightly and roll onto your back. Azriel went rigid as your new position granted him a clear view of your body—from your soft breasts to the flare of your hips and the dip between your legs. Eris gasped softly at his side.

“Guys?” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. “Is that you?”

Both males immediately approached the bed, but Eris got there a second earlier. He flashed Azriel a gloating smile before reaching for you, running his slender fingers down your cheek.

“Hello, my darling,” he purred.

Azriel wanted to punch him in those perfect teeth.

Instead, he moved to your other side, wings tucked tight to his back so he could lean in close. “I'm sorry we woke you, angel,” he murmured. Unable to hold back any longer, he curled his hand around your waist, as if to pull you closer. Eris shot him a warning look, daring him to try.

“Don’t be,” you replied with a sleepy smile. “I’m not.”

You stretched with a soft hum, and Azriel's fingers squeezed you a bit tighter. Did you do it on purpose? Or were you just naively unaware of the effect you had on him? On both of them?

Lowering your arms again, your hands found their way to both their cheeks—one in each palm, your touch gentle as you welcomed them home.

“So,” you began, all traces of sleep gone from your voice, replaced by a teasing tilt, “who's getting the first kiss?”

They both moved, but Azriel was faster this time. His mouth found yours, lips finally meeting again, tongues moving in a familiar rhythm. But the tenderness of the kiss was short-lived as the frenzy overtook you both.

Your hand slipped from Eris's cheek to tangle in Azriel's hair, pulling him closer and drawing a low groan from his chest. His arm wrapped more securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and he was only dimly aware of Eris kissing your neck as he got lost in the hungry need to claim your mouth and every other inch of you.

But you pulled back before he could go further.

A satisfied smile graced your lips, but you didn't give him time to act. Instead, you tugged on Eris’s hair.

The Heir of Autumn lifted his head, and Azriel could only watch as the two of you shared a kiss as passionate as the one you'd shared with him.

He didn't know how you did it, but you always managed to split your time and your affection equally between your two mates. He loved that about you. It meant he didn't have to worry about you favoring and focusing only on Eris—which he was grateful for—but it also meant that you wouldn't favor and focus only on him.

Azriel shifted to lie more comfortably on the bed, planting a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone to your soft breasts. He captured one nipple between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while kneading your other breast with his hand.

The scent of your arousal soon filled the room and Azriel's senses. After days away from you, it made him need you the way he needed air to breathe. More, even.

His hand caressed down your stomach to where he knew he'd find you already wet. But instead, he found Eris’s hand already there, his fingers buried inside you, pumping slowly. A low growl rumbled in his throat, but as if sensing it, Eris moved his thumb aside, granting Azriel access to your clit.

It wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing.

You broke off your kiss with Eris when a moan spilled from your lips. Squirming between them, you spread your legs wider in a silent request for more.

“I’ve missed you,” Azriel murmured, releasing your nipple to look up at you, the pad of his thumb pressed firmly against your clit.

Of course, Eris had to chime in and steal your attention. “I’ve missed you more,” he added, pushing his fingers deeper inside you and drawing another moan.

“Guys,” you chuckled, though your voice was a little breathless, “I’ve missed you too. Both of you.” Your hands reached out to palm the bulges in their pants. “And I need you…”

They both sucked in a breath, but while Azriel pressed himself eagerly into your touch, ready to peel off his fighting leathers and bury himself inside you, Eris still didn’t withdraw his fingers from your cunt.

Azriel shot him a glare, but the redhead only smirked before positioning himself between your legs. “You should learn the art of patience, Shadowsinger,” he drawled, then he lowered his head and closed his lips around your clit.

A wave of annoyance surged through Azriel at the teasing reprimand, as if he hadn’t spent hours worshipping you and making sure you were fully satisfied before ever allowing himself to come. As sharing you with Eris wasn’t proof enough of just how patient he could be.

“Az…”

Your voice snapped him back to you. You were biting your lower lip, soft whimpers escaping you as Eris pleasured you, but your hands were now working to unbuckle Azriel's pants. When you finally got them undone, he stood to take them off, along with the rest of his clothes, discarding everything on the floor.

The moment he joined you again on the bed, your hands were on him. You wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, giving him a gentle squeeze that made him buck in your grasp. He barely had time to steady himself before you propped up on one forearm and guided him into your mouth.

Azriel gasped, his eyes nearly rolling back as you swirled your tongue around his leaking tip. “Fuck…” he breathed. His fingers curled into your hair, and then he was thrusting shallowly into your warm, welcoming mouth.

Your muffled moans mixed with Azriel’s and with Eris’s pleased hums against your flesh every time your hips bucked—his lips and fingers relentless in their assault on your senses.

As you took Azriel deeper and relaxed your throat around him, he groaned, chest heaving and head falling back. His hips jerked forward instinctively, and you gagged around him, but you didn’t pull back or signal for him to stop. You simply looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, now wide with lust and fluttering beneath Eris’s expert touch.

Azriel knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, not if you kept looking at him like that while sucking him off so eagerly. He managed to hold back for a few more moments, but as pressure built and release surged closer, he pulled out of your mouth with a grunt.

You gasped for air, lips still parted, as if expecting him to push back in.

Azriel’s hand moved from the back of your head to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lip. “Not yet, my love,” he murmured, his voice slightly breathless. “I don’t want to come just yet.”

Before you could reply, Eris lifted his head from between your thighs. “Should we let her come, though?” he mused as his fingers curled inside you, drawing a whimper from your lips. “She’s so close. I can tell.”

Azriel glanced at him, a silent understanding passing between them. You came first. Always. Even if it wasn't by his hand. Not yet, at least.

“What do you think, angel?” he asked, turning his gaze back to you. “Should we let you come already?”

You nodded, eyes darting between the two of them. “Yes… I need to come.”

Azriel looked back at Eris with a smirk. “Make her come, Vanserra.”

Eris didn’t waste a second. He lowered his mouth to your cunt again, and as much as Azriel wanted to be the one tasting you and making you squirm and moan, he couldn't deny how incredibly arousing it was to watch Eris Vanserra feast on you.

Your hand slipped into Azriel's, holding onto him as your breaths turned into pants. He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss while his other hand cupped your breast, skilled fingers teasing your nipple with practiced ease.

It was only a matter of moments before your body arched off the bed, your muscles tensing and trembling as you came on Eris’s tongue and fingers. Azriel swallowed your soft cries, unwilling to break the kiss just yet.

Only when you relaxed again did he pull back, at the same time Eris lifted his head. You were panting, one final whimper escaping your lips as Eris slowly pulled his fingers out of you. But just as he brought them to his mouth to lick them clean, you reached out to stop him.

“Wait,” you urged. “Let Azriel do it.”

Both males froze. Azriel's eyes widened in surprise, Eris merely arched a brow.

“You want him to suck my fingers?”

“Yes.” You pushed yourself up slightly, a sly smile curving your lips. “Give him a chance to taste me.”

It was just an excuse, Azriel knew that. Why taste you from Eris's fingers when he could do it directly from the source? But he also knew that you loved watching them touch not just you, but each other as well.

It was how it had all started, after all. You had asked them if they could please kiss each other, at least once, to know what it felt like. It had taken a little convincing, but neither of them could ever say no to you. You'd asked again after that. Sometimes not only for a kiss. And sometimes, you didn't even have to ask.

“Fine,” Azriel grumbled.

You and Eris both stared at him, likely surprised he'd agreed so quickly. But after fucking Eris while he went down on you, licking his fingers didn't seem like such a big deal.

The Heir of Autumn turned toward him, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “Eager, Shadowsinger?”

“Shut up, Vanserra,” he growled back. “Just give me your damn hand.”

Eris opened his mouth to reply, but you spoke first.

“Boys, boys, please,” you said with a soft laugh. “No need to get heated over this, don't you think?”

“Sorry, my love,” they answered in unison.

They exchanged an awkward glance, but then Eris lifted his hand, his lips curling in amusement.

Azriel didn't let himself second-guess it as he grabbed the male's wrist and tugged him closer. He glanced at you—still smiling at them—one last time before sealing his lips around the two fingers Eris had buried inside you.

Your slick release still coated them, the familiar taste flooding his mouth, laced now with something distinctly Eris. His skin.

Azriel swirled his tongue around the long digits, torn between savoring it or getting it over with quickly. He could already hear the comments Eris was certainly holding back, especially when that small smile curved into a full grin. Azriel shot him a glare, sharp enough to silence any smug remarks, but Eris just arched an amused brow in response.

Even after Azriel pulled away, the two males exchanged a long, heated glance—only for your voice to pull them both back to earth.

“Beautiful,” you murmured, your hungry gaze sweeping over them. Azriel felt desire stir in his gut again, but you turned to Eris, nodding toward his still clothed form. “Don’t you think it’s time you took those off?”

Eris nodded instantly. “Of course, my darling.”

As he stood to undress, Azriel moved to take the spot Eris had just vacated—right between your legs, where he wanted to be. But you shifted first, flashing him a playful wink as you got on your hands and knees.

Azriel grinned, his hands sliding over your hips. “Is this how you want me?”

Eris, now fully naked, settled in front of you. “Us, Shadowsinger,” he corrected smoothly. “It’s how she wants us.” He caressed your cheek. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“C’mon, guys,” you mumbled, though there was a hint of amusement in your voice, “you know you don’t need to fight over me. Why don’t you kiss each other while fucking me to make up for it?”

Azriel didn’t particularly care about the first part of that suggestion. All he heard was your permission to fuck you, and he was more than ready bury his cock inside you.

Eris replied with something Azriel didn’t listen to, one hand already tightening around your waist while he lined himself up with your dripping folds. Just brushing his cock against your cunt made his breath hitch. But instead of pushing inside, he glanced up and met Eris’s eyes over your back.

Despite their differences and apparent dislike for each other, they’d developed a silent language since your mating ceremony—one that didn't need words. After Eris positioned himself in front of you, his cock brushing your parted lips, he gave a small nod. That was all he took.

They thrust forward in perfect unison.

Three moans echoed in the room—yours the loudest of all—as they filled you from both ends.

It was heaven.

It had only been a few days since Azriel last felt you clench around his cock, but fuck, he had missed it. Would always miss it. Frenzy or not, he loved you.

You took them so beautifully, every movement of your body pulling them deeper, every sound from your lips making Azriel want to come far too soon. Their rhythm was one they'd practiced and refined—measured thrusts, timed perfectly, all for your pleasure.

But even as Azriel focused on the feel of you wrapped around him he felt Eris's gaze lingering on him.

“You heard the lady,” Eris said, his voice strained as your mouth moved over his cock. “So what are we waiting for?”

Azriel lifted a brow, hips never slowing. “Eager to kiss me, Eris?”

The Autumn Heir faltered for just a beat before his thrusts resumed, amber eyes glinting. He leaned forward, sliding deeper into your mouth—not that you minded, judging by the muffled moan you gave—and leaned ever closer to Azriel.

“You suck my fingers and suddenly you use my first name?” he drawled.

Azriel blinked. He hadn’t even realized he'd said it. It had just come out naturally.

He wondered, briefly, how it would feel to hear Eris say his name in return.

“Shut up,” he muttered instead.

Still holding your waist with one hand, he reached up with the other and pulled Eris closer. Their mouths met in a heated, desperate kiss—both of them trying to take control, neither of them willing to give it.

The room filled with sound—skin on skin, soft gasps and muffled moans, the creak of the bed frame, and the wet, urgent heat of their kiss.

And as your body clenched around him and Eris's tongue slid against his, Azriel knew.

He was exactly where he was meant to be.

With his mate, and with whatever Eris Vanserra was starting to become.

The next day, you ended up staying in bed all morning with nausea and a headache. You only got up to use the bathing room and change into a soft green sweater and leggings. Near noon, you requested a servant to retrieve the Healer and have something blander brought in from the kitchens. You should have known they’d also tell your mates you weren’t well. You got back into bed, pressing your fingers to your forehead to try and will away the ache in your skull.  

You heard the knob turn and the door was thrown open. You sat up wincing to see Eris wide eyed with panic standing in the doorway. Azriel was right behind him, shadows slinking along the carpet. Eris in his more courtly blue coat and Azriel in (from what you could see) a soft black tunic. 

You huffed through your nose, wincing. “What?”

“Isabelle said you were ill and asked for a healer.” Eris’s eyes raked over you but he still didn’t approach. 

“I asked for a healer but I’m not ill. I’m fine.” Neither of them responded or moved. “I’m not contagious.”

“You don’t know that,” Azriel muttered. 

“I do know that, just go away.”

You really didn’t want to explain it to them. Nor were you in the mood for any more questions. You laid back on your pillows, head throbbing and stomach rolling again. 

“Boys. Move.” A female's stern voice came from behind your mates. 

You opened an eye and a curly red headed female was beside you. Edith was a younger healer- a few decades older than Eris, but the best in Autumn. She held up a purple vial. 

“You’ll want to drink this for the nausea.” She helped you sit up. You downed it quickly- wincing at the taste. She had handed you another vial from her white apron. “This should ease your pain for a few hours.”

“Only a few?” It was Eris who asked with a glare, based on his tone. 

Edith ignored him. The other vial tasted a little better. 

“Drink you some tea,” she added and held up two extra vials.  “I’m going to leave these here. If you still feel unwell by nightfall, take them.” 

“Thank you,” you said softly, already feeling the tension in your eyes ease. 

“You did not answer my question, Edith.” 

“You know as well as I potions only do so much. Think with your mind, not your mating bond.” She walked over to him. Even being over a head shorter, she still looked him up and down, her curly hair swaying as her head moved while she did so. “You could put those hands to use and help your mate instead of fussing at me.”

Eris and Az stepped aside and watched her leave, confusion etched in their faces. It wasn’t until a shadow swirled around Azriel’s head that his expression changed. 

“Oh.” His wings tucked in tighter. 

“Oh?” Eris turned to him. 

“It’s um,” Az peered around at you, looking for permission to continue. 

“I’m on my cycle,” you rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t going to bother you both about it.” 

“Oh.” Eris’s face scrunched up. 

You furrowed your brows. “If you both are disgusted then leave.” 

“I’m not disgusted,” Eris replied quickly, clearly offended at the implication. “I only have brothers and a male mate for a decade. I forgot it was something that happened.”

“I wish that was me,” you laughed but it sounded hollow. 

“Is it always this bad?” Az asked. 

“No,” you laid back, putting your arm over your eyes to block out the light. “Maybe? I never remember.” 

You heard soft steps on the carpet. You pulled back your arm and Eris was beside you. He’d shed his coat and was now only in his loose white shirt.  He sat on the bed beside you and brushed his fingers along your forehead. 

“Do you want me to help?”

“How?” You were getting sleepy with the pain in your head gone. 

“Warm hands.”

He put his palm against your forehead, a pleasant warmth radiating from it. You hummed and closed your eyes. After a moment he went back to rubbing his fingers above one of your brows. 

You yawned but didn’t open your eyes. “Is it strange if I ask for you to put your hand on my stomach?” 

“No. Move over for me.” 

You moved to lay on your side in the middle of the bed. You felt the covers lift and Eris curled his body against your own. You sighed once he slipped his hand under the band of your leggings and rested it on your lower stomach. 

“Why have I never thought to ask you to do this before?” You whispered. “You’re doing this every time.”

“Gladly.”

After a moment, you heard the door knob turn again. 

“Az?” You opened your eyes and sat up a little. “Az, don’t go.”

He was at the door, hand on the knob still. He tucked his wings in tight and looked back at you. 

“There isn’t much I can help you with, baby.” 

You pouted. “You can still cuddle.”

”That bed is not big enough for the three of us.”

“Please?” You felt Eris let out a soft laugh behind you. “Just for a little bit?”

Even in the dim lighting you could tell Az rolled his eyes. There was silence for a moment, and he sighed. You grinned when he let go of the door knob and walked over to you. You laid your head back down and he lifted the covers to climb into the bed. You put your arm around him when he scooted in close. 

“If my wings get a cramp I will hold you responsible,” he said with no bite in his tone. You hummed and he kissed the top of your hair. “Happy?”

”Very.”

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Your mate was perfect.

Azriel was everything you’d ever wanted in a mate, and more. He was sweet, gentle, and caring, not to mention the handsomest male you’d ever met.

And yet… Your eyes wandered.

Tonight was no different.

Eris Vanserra, the newly crowned High Lord of Autumn, had been invited to the revel in the Hewn City tonight, and your eyes were on him the majority of the time that you weren’t wrapped up in Azriel. Currently, he was off doing surveillance on your brother’s orders, meaning you were free to observe the foreign High Lord as much as you liked.

You felt a slight chill as Azriel’s shadows wrapped around you, his arms following soon after. “See something you like?” he asked lowly in your ear, nipping at the sensitive skin.

Your cheeks flushed red at knowing you’d been caught, but your eyes still stayed on Eris. “Maybe…” you whispered.

“It’s fine if you do, sweetheart. You know I want to make you happy however I can.” You twisted your neck to look in his hazel eyes, and found that he was telling the truth.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you be… jealous?” you asked quietly.

“Only if I couldn’t participate,” Azriel said, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I promise you that I am open to you inviting Eris into our bed.”

“You promise promise? You won’t be secretly mad at me?”

“I swear on our bond that I will not be mad, Y/N. In fact…” Azriel pulled you closer to him, your rear brushing against his hardness. “I would gladly ravish you with another male.”

Your cheeks turned scarlet at his words, heat rushing to your core as you debated the possible consequences of approaching Eris. If he said yes, you would get to have sex with your mate and the male who’s lived in the back of your mind since you met him. But if he said no, there’s a possibility your offer would get back to Rhys… Who would no doubt be furious that his little sister tried to have a threesome with Eris.

You didn’t have time to decide when Eris approached the pair of you, his casual confidence and ease in your court only fanning the flames of your desire.

“I thought I felt a pair of pretty eyes on me all night,” Eris said as he stood at your left side, grabbing a flute of faerie wine from a passing tray. “Trying to spy on me for your brother, Princess?”

“No, I…” you started, but your words failed you with him this close.

“She was admiring how appealing you look tonight,” Azriel said bluntly, his amusement at your sudden shyness flooding down the bond.

“Oh? And you let your pretty little mate look at other males, Shadowsinger?”

“I let my pretty little mate do whatever she likes, so long as she tells me about it.” You gently slapped Azriel’s arm, face somehow heating even further.

Eris turned his head to look at you, a smirk sliding over his face when he saw your cheeks. “Would you like for me to take you into a secluded hallway and have my way with you?”

Your knees almost gave out at the intensity in his eyes. “Not a hallway…”

“Where then, little Princess?”

“We could show you to our rooms,” you said quietly, turning your body so that you were facing him. “My mate wants to play with me too.”

“If that is what it takes for me to fuck you senseless, so be it,” Eris said, that smirk still on his face. “Show the way, little one.”

Your heart beat faster - inviting Eris to bed and actually going to bed with Eris were two entirely different things, especially when you’d been thinking about this very moment for months. You nodded your head and pulled yourself from Azriel’s arms, taking one of his hands and heading for your room. It was difficult to not look behind you to make sure Eris was serious as you left the throne room, and even more difficult to make it all the way to your rooms without letting the both of them take you in some random hallway where anyone could see.

After an eternity of walking, you made it to the room that was kept for you in the Hewn City. You swung the door open and entered first, letting Azriel’s shadows close the door silently behind the three of you.

Standing in one of the rooms you shared with your mate, another male poised to fuck you, you grew nervous.

“Come here, little bird,” Eris cooed, his hands extended towards you. You hesitated, but Azriel gently pushed your back, spurring you into motion. You were in Eris’s arms in the next moment, heart fluttering as you gazed up at him, eyes darting from amber ones to his plush, pink lips. Eris leaned in, mouth poised over yours as he waited for you to take that final step, to be sure that you wanted this.

You pushed up on your toes, lips meeting his. They were as soft as you’d imagined, warmed by the fire running through his veins. You felt Azriel’s desire coursing through the bond as Eris deepened the kiss, one of his hands coming to tangle in your hair.

He was intoxicating already, better than the wine that was being served downstairs. Heat coursed through you as his free hand drifted lower, coming to grip your ass through the skirts of your dress. Your own hands found his hair, gripping the silky locks tightly. When he broke away for air, Azriel was behind you, turning your head so that he could claim your lips. You were dizzy with need between the two males, more than ready to be taken to bed, hopefully until the sun began to break over the mountains.

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The afternoon passed in bed with Eris, the scent of Azriel becoming weaker and weaker as the minutes ticked by. Eris had asked you to try to inflict pain, allowing you to touch him without any hesitancy.

It was a strange sensation. You were used to stitching pieces back together (either by hand or by magic). Decades of your life were devoted to learning everything about the varieties of fae - different skeletal structures, the extra musculature of winged fae. Illness, disease, injury - you were a generalist, preferring to be able to treat any ailment you ran into.

But he insisted you try and try again, each attempt at streamlining your magic in the opposite direction going nowhere, leaving you exasperated and slightly embarrassed at failing before the Vanserra. Despite that, it was almost nice being in the cabin with him. He was still Eris, spouting off insults every five minutes. As the afternoon wore on, his barbed words seemed less sharp, almost lazily thrown in a half assed attempt.

But still you felt a deep ache inside of you, some small pang in the back of your throat like something wasn’t quite right.

After about an hour or so, you wanted to give up. It was just a theory Eris had - in all your years of studying and meeting healers, you had never heard of this ability. You became more exasperated with each attempt, growing more and more convinced this was Eris’s attempt at procuring his own amusement.

“Think of Azriel.” Eris’s voice had cut through the thick air of disappointment you were suffocating in. What did Azriel have to do with this? And why had he been so far from your own thoughts for hours, when he was always at the forefront of your mind these past few months?

“What?”

“Think of Azriel. Think of the arrows in his back and in his wings. You felt his pain. Now remember it.”

You took a deep breath, stilling yourself, allowing Eris’s words to wash over you. You closed your eyes, trying to step into the memory. You thought about the living room of the cabin, the open space with minimal decoration. Azriel’s shallow breaths filled your ears, only allowing yourself to breathe after each of his. Your nose twitched at the copper smell, how every part of you had been roaring at the scent of his blood. How you clung to hope, wanting that feeling to surge through your hands and make its way into Azriel’s skin. You wanted him pieced together with every bit of hope or happiness you harbored, his skin a mosaic of your affection.

Your stomach dropped at the memory, pouring yourself fully into the moment that was days past, not allowing yourself the comfort of knowing he is somewhere in Velaris and he is fine. You had to live in the past, reaching for that feralness you dampened way down. Every sense heightened, the pain you took from Azriel was on the tip of your fingers. You were giving the pain life, letting it live in the very tips of your hands, feed off your blood and energy. its sole creator.

If one's lucky, pain only lives on in memory. Now it lived at your fingertips, growing and festering, waiting to latch onto a new host.

You exhaled slowly, grabbing Eris’s hand one last time. You weren’t really sure what to do, so you just swirled patterns on the palm of his hand, your fingers moving up to his wrist but going no further. You were tracing nonsensical swirls to etch into his skin, maybe even his soul.

The male did not react, staying as still as he had during all of your other attempts. Your heart dropped at the disappointment, feeling shame creep up your neck at having Eris watch you fail again.

So much for him considering the two of you equals. Fitting he’d only consider someone capable of inflicting harm to be an equal.

Your ministrations stopped, the silence of the room stilling your movement. Every other time you had tried, each failure was met with some response from the redhead. Now he sat silent, a sight you had never seen before.

Slowly, you cracked open an eye, unsure of what you wished to see. His pale arm was still extended toward you, but the freckles were now hidden beneath raised red abrasions. Your path of swirls overlapped each other, but they were easy enough to still follow. They all made varying trails of raised red skin, some parts more scratched, others looking more like painful welts.

You gaped at him, surprised such a thing could come from you. Something took root in your chest - pride, maybe? Healing magic was one of the most well documented types of magic, one of the most common and most useful. A large percentage of high fae had varying degrees of healing powers - from accelerated self healing to regrowing limbs. And you had just done something never documented before. Perhaps never even accomplished before. A huge, cheesy grin overtook your face, and a shocked laugh came out as well.

“Even songbirds have claws, don’t they?”

Finally looking at Eris’s face, his sharp features were an attempt at indifference. He held his face neutrally, and weeks ago you would have been fooled, but his eyes gave him away. They sparkled a rich amber in the light, losing the dark edges to make way for something brighter.

Looking at him now, the mask peeled back enough to see his enjoyment, you knew this was the Eris that Azriel had fallen so in love with. So disarming not even centuries of hatred could withstand it.

-

You left the cabin behind you not long afterward, the door finally giving so the two of you could leave. Maybe the shadows heard your laughs, allowing your exit? Or maybe Azriel wasn’t willing to allow his mates to miss dinner?

Whatever the case, you were happy to winnow back to Velaris, your stomach desperate for food. You had a one track mind as you headed for one of your favorite restaurants, a casual, quaint restaurant that had your favorite booths to curl up in and read on lunch breaks. The glow of the restaurant met your eyes, but someone bumped into you, their shoulder hitting you lightly. You looked as they apologized, continuing to shuffle off before you could say anything, their brown hair swaying.

Your gaze lingered just long enough at their retreating form that you noticed the stationary shop you had passed by. Without thinking, you doubled back, walking inside to find perhaps the most gorgeous shop you’ve ever been inside. Dark wood floors and counters, notebooks and pens and every organizational need was color coded.

You get your bearings long enough to pick up some pens and a journal, not really thinking, just doing. Seeing the shop made you think of Azriel, his secret devotion to journaling offering you insight into his inner life.

The past few weeks had been a tangled web of emotion, a back and forth of what lay ahead of you. You needed to unscramble your own inner life, figuring out what you thought and how you felt and write down every detail to look back on. You paid for your supplies, cradling them beneath your arm as you walked back across the street before being recognized by your hostess. She immediately found a small booth, offering it to you before scurrying off.

The hum of other patrons, bits of their conversation, and the hustle of the staff allowed your mind enough background noise to sort out the day you had. This was exactly where you needed to be. Alone with your thoughts, but productive. Now you get to spend a few hours tucked into a booth, scribbling it all out. You started the journal where this whole saga began - when your mating bond with Azriel snapped into place. Four months now felt like a lifetime ago, but that first day was seared into your memory.

It was a usual day. You had gone to work. You had a few patients that needed immediate tending to, the four males having been lost in the woods for quite a while. They would be fine, but you had stayed late to ensure a continued watch, waiting for one of the other junior healers to take over for you.

In the chaotic stretch of time you and Madja were helping them, you hadn’t been aware of just how much time had passed until your patients had been stabilized and a large Illyrian had made his way into the workshop.

Azriel’s face betrayed nothing, except a bit of relief at you being alive in front of him. At the sight of him, you turned to the window, not having noticed the setting sun that had sent the place into darkness.

“Az! I hope you’re not upset with me, merely lost track of time.”

He looked over the four beds, the four males all tucked into multiple blankets, redness in their cheeks and noses.

“I can see that.”

“They’ve been in the woods for a week,” you whispered low enough so the patients would continue sleeping but Azriel would still hear. He hunched over slightly, getting closer to you as you continued. “Poor males lost themselves on the Atterage Slope.”

Azriel sucked in a breath, somewhat familiar with the rocky terrain. He looked at the males again, wondering how they managed to make it out that far.

“What were they doing out there? Usually only Illyrians go out that way. Uneven paths are difficult without wings.”

“Tell me about it.” You chortled. “They seem pretty young. I think they’re in their thirties.”

Azriel nodded as if it was reason enough, remembering the dumb adventures of his own youth. The ridiculous schemes Cassian and Rhysand had pulled him into. The few schemes of his own he pulled them into.

It was a miracle none of them were this bad off.

“Ah, to be young and so brave.”

“You sound old saying that.”

Azriel’s wings fluttered slightly, the slight gush of air causing you to snort. In that breath of a laugh, your world tilted as if you had lost your balance, but you hadn’t moved. The air held a heavy dusting of magic to it, your vision nearly sparkling with it. Everything felt stronger, some sense of connection holding you steady despite your wobbly knees.

Looking at Azriel now felt as if you were allowed to look at the sun. What it must feel like to gaze upon the one thing that gives everything life, every aspect of your world orbiting around it just for a flash of its warmth.

The breath caught in your throat, before allowing for a new inhale of air that somehow felt crisper, as if the oxygen in it knew you weren’t the same as you were thirty seconds ago. As if every piece of life were more intense now that your universe had an anchor.

Azriel was your anchor, your lifeline, your tether to this world. Someone who was supposed to see your darkest parts and love them. Someone who would do anything for you.

There were theories about mates. Some people thought it was a matter of fertility, others thought the Mother was selecting for complementary traits in mates. You always liked the idea that mates were what you weren’t, giving one a new perspective to consider.

Reflecting on that day, it felt silly to wait so long. Each attempt you made to tell him the truth that lingered on your tongue at all hours failed miserably. The timing never felt right, and as happy as you had been about it, you had needed some time to adjust.

You adored the shadowsinger, his company one you always enjoyed. But were either of you ready for a long term commitment? Feyre had told you over a glass of wine once that all Azriel had wanted was a mate, leaving him pining after females in hopes they were his.

You had spent so long devoted to your studies, and now as a junior healer, were truly feeling your stride. Flings and short term relationships happened, but nothing you’d ever want to commit to for a year, much less the rest of your life.

But you spent those four months observing Azriel. How he drank his coffee, how he liked to sit in front of windows in the morning to warm his wings, how he always sat next to you and was the first to get up if you wanted anything.

You saw his pessimism, catching glimpses of the self-loathing that threatened to drown him. Some deep part of you knew that if you were right about mates, if they were chosen for complementing each other, your optimism and hopefulness was exactly what he needed. And his loyalty and steadiness was what you needed from him.

But how did Eris play into all of this? What did he provide that Azriel needed?

All of your thoughts had been logged in your journal, your food here and gone in the time you spent in your mind, deciding it was time to go home.

You had no way of making it up to the House of Wind without a winged escort. You could winnow, allowing the drop to just bang you up a little. Or you could walk the ten thousand steps and continue to think.

Restlessness crept up inside you, your foot tapping to expel the nervous energy. The steps would take longer and allow you to clear your head a bit more, potentially allowing you to sneak in unnoticed.

But they would suck.

Nesta’s smug face appeared in your mind, echoing her sentiments of a ticking clock. You sighed, making your way into the stairwell, letting the stone help still your racing mind.

-

***

The ascent hadn’t been as bad as you thought, even though your thighs were on fire. You couldn’t look over the side of the stairs, the dizzying height enough to make you want to hug the wall as you climbed up the quiet stairwell.

But you made it. Barely breathing, but you made it.

All you wanted was to collapse into bed, or to even lean against the doorframe for a few minutes, but if you stopped now, it’d take you ages to get back up. Rest was not an option until you were sure it would be hours before you’d expect to rise again.

The house was quiet as you crept through it, the pain in your legs sending hissing sounds from your mouth with each step. The halls were dark, a stillness in the air only there when all three of your roommates were away for training. The stairs to your bedroom were so close, you just have to make it through the kitchen where you can easily creep past Nesta and Cassian’s floor and make it to where yours and Azriel’s chambers lie.

“Have fun wherever you snuck off to?”

You stilled, Cassian’s booming voice bouncing off the walls of the stairwell. The laugh behind the words wasn’t quite right, a bit stilted for the usually jovial Illyrian.

“I didn’t do much sneaking.” Cassian shrugged as if you hadn’t said anything at all, either completely ignoring the lie or not believing it.

“Elain dropped off some cookies earlier. Want one? Otherwise I’ll eat them all and Nesta will be mad I didn’t save you any.” You turned, coming back down the stairs as he held out the box stiffly. The cookies did look great, a sweet aroma wafting from them you had missed in your panic to get to your room.

“Couldn’t you just not eat them all?”

His jaw clicked, the slight grind of his teeth loud enough for you to hear. He rummaged through the box before he held out a cookie, pointing it at your neck. “Couldn’t help myself. Just like whatever leech you tangled with today.”

Your hand flew to your neck, trying to shield whatever hickeys laid there. Beneath one of your fingers the skin was tender to the touch, a sure sign of Eris’s pleasure. You untucked your hair, draping it over your neck in a shameful attempt to hide away the day’s activities. The movement wafted the scent of Eris through the air, a quick momentary flash of pale skin and bedsheets, his intoxicating scent of whiskey and bonfire leaving you hungry for more than the cookie in front of you.

Cassian just watched, his outstretched arm acting as a guide to the marks on your now semi-covered neck. The two of you stared at each other, neither conceding in this strange standoff. The general was almost disappointed and upset to find you in such a state, as if he were your jilted lover.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. Not even the mating bond in your chest was upset.

So why was Cassian?

You gave up, snatching the cookie from his hand a bit more forcefully than you should have.

“Does Azriel know?”

You choked on your cookie, coughing lightly. Heat climbed up your chest at Cassian’s question and the fact that you could feel a slight ache in between your legs. You crossed them, trying to limit the smell of your arousal from making its way to Cassian.

“Yes. Azriel knows.” He didn’t - at least not yet. There was no way to properly tell your mate you slept with his other mate.

But he knew you were with Eris. Was the reason you were with Eris.

It was Cassian’s fault for not specifying.

He eyed you wearily, not touching the cookies as you turned from him, ascending the stairs and away from his scrutinizing gaze.

-

Your first day back at work was less than fantastic. Madja hovered over your shoulder, watching your every move. You bit your tongue the whole day, knowing better than to ask her to give you space. She’d respond with some variation of ‘I don’t want to, but you leave me no choice’ or ‘I trained you to not burnout, what other teachings have you foregone?’

Easy, menial tasks filled your day, but your mind was so numb by the end you walked much more leisurely to where you usually meet up with Azriel. Your feet strolled the familiar path, everything familiar and ordinary while you felt anything but.

You could have mentioned to Madja the progress you had made with Eris, but it felt too much like a secret between the two of you. You also didn’t want to tell anyone before fully gaining control over it. You were able to hurt him once. You needed more practice, more control over it.

You had soaked in the tub for a long while last night, scrubbing away all traces of Eris. Your neck had healed overnight, gone were the purple and red marks Cassian had seen in the kitchen. Though they were gone, you still felt their bite whenever you pressed into the skin, the dull pain enough of a reminder that it had been real and not some figment of your imagination.

Catching sight of Azriel at the end of the road sent flutters through your stomach, your mind restarting again as you blinked away the mundanity of your day. You couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on your face, your steps quicker to reach him. The matching smile on his face was like a siren song, pulling you to him.

“You are a nice sight after the day I’ve had, even if you did lock me in a cabin yesterday.”

It surprised you how light you felt seeing him. The past few weeks his face had made you into a melting pot of emotion, but now you only felt calm. Even if he had locked you in a cabin, the outcome was quite fruitful for you, so your ire was in short supply.

“Surely any face is better than boils and warts.”

“None of those today. Just Madja lecturing me every ten minutes. I hope your day fared better.”

His eyes twinkled as he looked down at you, a few of his shadows gently rolled down your arms, intertwining in your fingers. Their cool touch was familiar, a stark contrast to the heat that had radiated from Eris’s skin the previous day.

“Not much better. Tedious. Annoying brothers.”

“Oh, not both of them I hope.”

“Rhys wasn’t too bad, Cassian was the main bother.” You grimaced, lightly toeing your shoe in the street.

“That might be my fault. He found me when I came home last night and he force fed me a cookie.” His eyebrows raised at that, a confused laugh coming from him.

“Why didn’t you say no to the cookie?”

“It was one of Elain’s, who am I to turn that down?”

“Have you eaten anything since the cookie?”

You thought back over your day, the wearisome day not even broken up with a nice break for food.

“I had some coffee this morning.”

“That’s not food.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly jabbing him in the ribs with a finger. At that moment, your stomach decided to growl loudly enough to bring a slight smirk to Azriel’s face.

“Are you doing anything tonight? We could get dinner somewhere.”

“Yeah? Where would you want to go?” You stepped closer, invading his space. He smelled just like he always did, that comforting scent of night chilled mist and cedar that felt like a romanticized version of camping. You picked up hints of the bonfire smell that clung to Eris, melding so perfectly with Azriel’s scent it was practically hidden to everyone but you.

“Do you like comfort food?”

“Love it.”

“Then it’s a surprise.”

“So full of secrets.”

He only smiled, his arms wrapping around the backs of your legs and your shoulders, quickly pulling you into his chest before shooting off into the sky. Your laughter echoed down the street, bouncing down the alleyway.

How many times have you been cradled by him as he soared through the skies, his great wings beating against the air? The number could be in the thousands and it would not matter. Your heart stalled each time, and if you looked down you were sure to find the organ in the place you had just stood.

“You’re cruel!” You shouted over the wind directly into his ear. He flinched at your volume.

“I believe cruelty is in my job title.”

“I believe it has a stipulation that you’re not allowed to be cruel to me.”

“Forgive me. I’m not a fan of such formalities as titles.”

“You brought it up!” Azriel landed the two of you onto the balcony, his feet cushioning the impact. You laughed into his ear, incredulous and loud, not adjusting for the stillness his landing provided.

“Must you assign blame for everything?”

The sun cast away his shadows, his smile bright as the warm rays hit his wings. He looked wonderfully happy, practically glowing in the light. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him so happy. His eyes were on your face, golden flecks nearly blinding with joy.

“Ah, great for you two to join us!” Rhys’s voice burst the bubble, Azriel’s beaming face turning into a scowl before he looked at his brother. The spell was broken, the shadows back over his face before speaking.

“What is this?” His grip on you slackened, your body practically spilling from his arms. You stood unsteadily, not expecting the sudden loss of him. Gaining your balance, you looked around to find several familiar faces around the usually empty dining table. Despite it being Cassian and Nesta’s home, Rhysand sat at the head with Feyre on his left, Cassian and Nesta on his right.

They all looked serious, their faces not giving anything away. You knew Nesta and Rhys were usually at odds, but to see them seemingly united on some front slightly concerned you. Nesta wouldn’t even look at you, her jaw tight as she looked at Rhys.

“We wanted to discuss something with you.” Rhysand was clearly the one taking charge with whatever this intervention was. Azriel stood guarded, one of his wings slightly blocking you to keep him between you and his family. He stayed silent, waiting for Rhysand to say more.

“The gala in Hewn City is next week - Eris will be attending.” Azriel stiffened next to you, the color draining from his face. Everyone else was quiet, Azriel’s plea loud at the pause. “Rhysand-“

Rhys put his hands up, leaning back in his chair, his eyes focused on you, not even looking at his brother.

“Well he does like you, doesn’t he?”

“What? What’s the problem, Az?” Azriel ignored you, his glare fixed in Rhys, only occasionally flickering to Cassian. None of what Rhys was saying made any sense. What do you have to do with Eris and Hewn City? And why was Azriel acting like it was a death sentence?

“Surely you don’t think Eris is so foolish to fall for the same trick a second time.” Gone was Azriel’s joyous laughter, his voice on the precipice of violence.

“Somehow I think it’ll work quite well this time.” Rhys looked at you, every ounce a feline predator having found their next meal. You stepped back at his gaze, never having felt so pinned in place before. “Won’t it?”

The question lingered in the air, but you still weren’t quite understanding. They were gaps in your knowledge, but you had always figured Rhysand wouldn’t leave you in the dark quite like this.

“Azriel, I don’t- what’s he talking about?”

“Yes, Azriel. What are we talking about?” Rhys cocked his head at Azriel, mimicking your questioning tone.

“They want to offer you as bait to Eris. Charm him to what - propose?”

Rhysand finally turned to his brother, violet eyes desperately searching into Azriel’s. You could feel Azriel’s apprehension and rage through the bond - he felt like a cornered animal, ready to attack and maim at any minute.

You still weren’t quite getting what the problem was. No one other than Rhys would look at you, their eyes focused on the ringleader of this intervention. But interventions had a reason, one you were only tangentially understanding.

You had spoken to Nesta before of Eris, asking her if he was as difficult as he seemed. It was practically a lifetime ago when you told her you pitied the fae mated to him. Looking at Azriel, you felt heat creep up your chest and neck at how wrong you had been.

“We can’t let potential allies slip through our fingers, Azriel.”

Rhys deflated just slightly, clearly unsatisfied with what he found in Azriel. He turned back to you, sizing up his prey. It sent shivers down your spine. You looked to Nesta again, looking for some sense of solidarity, of not feeling like a cow at auction, but she gave you none, only looking at the table in silence.

“Think about it, sleep on it, give me an answer in a few days.”

Azriel’s palm was gentle as it pressed against your back, quickly ushering you from the room, shielding your body with his wings. His long strides conveyed his urgency to get you out of there, your own feet barely keeping up with his speed.

Azriel pushed you into your room, his shadows scoping every inch of the room, tugging on every door and window, ensuring the room was secure. His face darkened, his hands almost shaking with rage. You had never seen him like this, his anger chilling the room by a few degrees.

“I can’t believe they’d do this. Suggest this. Allow you, urge you to marry him.” Every word was hurried and rushed, each a half formed thought you didn’t fully follow. His words were biting, but you didn’t flinch nor back down.

“I don’t understand, Az. Eris isn’t the evil villain they think he is.” You were certain you could talk him down, get him to see that this isn’t the death sentence he’s acting like it is.

“Thankfully. But they don’t know that. They’re offering you to this evil monstrous version of him. As well as marching you straight to Beron.”

He was practically on high alert, his body still guarding you, his shoulders straight and ready for any enemy attack.

You had forgotten about Beron. For one brief moment, you had forgotten the danger that Eris lived in constantly.

“I will be okay.” You didn’t have any reason for such confidence, but deep in your chest you knew it to be true. You knew Eris wouldn’t allow any harm to come to you.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like how they’ve banded together on this.” You could practically hear how loud he was thinking, his mind racing as he paced back and forth in front of you.

“They know something.”

It came through like a clang, the thought rattling around your mind.

“They think they can use me to get Eris to do whatever they want.”

Azriel looked at you, realization dawning on his features. His lips parted, making a slight ‘o’ as he stared, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

“They want to use him through you.”

You nodded, your jaw ticking at the idea of making anyone beholden to them through their mate.

“They think he’s my mate.”

You wanted to tell Azriel about your romp in the sheets with Eris. The urge wasn’t coming from a place of guilt, but rather just the urge to confide in him, to ask him what it could mean.

But now didn’t feel like the right time. There were more pressing matters.

“They think he’s my mate.” It was half-formed, the idea coming through to you. How you could play this, how all of this could play out. As nosey and annoying as Azriel’s family was, they may have just handed the two of you the perfect card.

“Azriel, this could solve everything. I go to Autumn as Eris’s bride..” you trailed off, hoping he would pick up on your train of thought. A moment later he was standing straighter, his shadows moving to swirl on the floor instead of at his shoulders.

“And I could join you as a guard, as your protector.”

“Do you think Beron would allow that? He’d assume you’re there to spy.”

He thought for a long while, his face scrunching with the effort of concentration. He was still annoyed, but his breathing was slowing down, his stance relaxing.

“It would allow me to visit Autumn more without them becoming suspicious at least.”

A hazy plan was forming between you two. Could this actually work? You certainly weren’t Eris’s favorite person, but surely you could get along well enough to live together. And maybe he could provide some protections for you against Beron.

“I think there’s more to-“ he was cut off by someone at your door, three quick knocks telling you exactly who it was. Azriel disappeared into the shadows in your closet as the door opened, Nesta making her way into your room. She looked around the space, expecting to find someone.

“I heard voices.”

“You’re hearing things, Nesta.” You were a bit cross with her, unable to help the betrayal you felt as she allowed Rhys to offer you up to Eris. Nesta had been your friend and watching her sit idly by as you continued asking questions, not understanding, only enraged you more.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know Rhys was going to ask you to do this.” She looked sincere, the care for you she harbored clear across her face.

“It’s fine, Nesta.” It wasn’t, but you wanted her to leave so you could keep talking to Azriel. You didn’t want to have this conversation now, didn’t want her to know how happy it would make you.

“No. I didn’t - I think Cassian told him.”

“Told him what?”

“That I think you and Eris are mates.”

Wherever Azriel was, you were sure he was listening. You felt tingly at having figured it out yourself, but you played dumb, the shocked expression on your face was one that was just fake enough to continue to lead her on this trail of thinking.

“Why would you think that?” You had already deduced their idea, but you didn’t quite know why. Her eyes tracked the book that still laid on your nightstand, the book you had gotten in secret to mourn the mating bond between you and Azriel.

“Is that the secret? Is that what you can’t tell me? Azriel knows, right? He’s been covering for you.”

“Yes.” The lie rolled off your tongue, “Azriel knows.”

You hated lying to Nesta, the action nearly giving you a rash somewhere on your shoulder. It was your one tell, but you couldn’t give it up now. You’d let them think you and Eris were mates, slowly easing them into the actual reality of how messy and entangled yours, Azriel, and Eris’s lives were.

It was a bit silly. Surely Azriel could just tell his loved ones about his own mateship.

But now, looking at Nesta and seeing the depths of pity in her gaze, you knew why Azriel had never told them.

For a moment, you wondered if that’s how they’d look at him if he told them of your mating. Would they be happy it wasn’t Eris for you? Your heart panged a bit, so much heartache and pain over Eris.

“I didn’t tell you because I had a hard time believing it myself.” You chuckled self-deprecatingly, rubbing your arm as you stood awkwardly. “You caught me.”

If she thought you were lying, she didn’t say. Or give anything away to indicate it.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.” You looked up only to find her face full of resolve. “I’m much younger than all of you and unaware of the full history, but Eris seems… well, surely if the Mother mated the two of you it was for a good reason.”

“Perhaps good breeding stock.” Nesta shook her head, looking you over.

“No, there’s something about you. There must be something about him, too. He’s very lucky.”

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, letting the silence wash over you. Eventually Nesta lightly clapped her hands together before saying, “well, I’ll be off for the evening. I have to pick a fight with my mate for bringing Rhysand into all of this.”

You gave her a small wave before she turned around, closing your door softly as she exited. You listened as her footsteps retreated down the hall and down the stairs, the house now quiet before Azriel rematerialized before you.

“Do you want to come with me to see Eris? I’ll need to brief him on the plan.” Your feelings toward the redhead had become so complicated, you weren’t sure if you wanted to see him or not. The mating bond roared in your chest, some territorial ache winning out over the idea of watching the mated pair interact.

“I’ll stay behind.”

Scarred hands held the back of your head, pulling you closer, his lips gently meeting your forehead. The action warmed you down to your toes, such intimacy from Azriel a rarity you cherished.

“Be safe. I’ll be back.”

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Climbing up the stairs to his apartment, Eris let out a weary sigh. After a long-ass day at the office full of infuriatingly stupid people, he just wanted to relax at home with his partners. Glancing at his watch, a tiny bit of joy soared inside him; it was only 8:30, by far the earliest he’d gotten home in over two weeks. 

This time of year was always busy, despite the fact that he finally made partner and should have had more time to breathe. But there was seemingly always some crisis that only he could handle, which had him heading to work every day at the ass crack of dawn and returning near midnight every single night for the past few weeks.

Fishing through his pocket for his keys, he finally unlocked the door and stepped inside, locking it behind him. Almost immediately, the calming scent of rosemary and mint from the oil diffuser you constantly kept running washed over him. Kicking off his shoes and hanging up his coat by the door, Eris dodged various pets from the horde the three of you had amassed over the years as they weaved through his legs. He knew damn well that they’d already been fed tonight, but he still moved into the kitchen to give them some treats from the top of the fridge.

As the hounds and cats and the odd rabbit crunched on their snacks, Eris practically stopped in his tracks when he found two half-eaten plates on the dining table, candles lit and music still playing. That was…unusual to say the least. Az had a thing about making sure every room of the house was tidy and in order. Considering that both you and Eris functioned on a base level of organized chaos, it was something that took time to get used to, but both of you had come to appreciate it.

Suddenly, he heard your unmistakable giggle and Azriel’s low, breathy laugh coming from the adjoining living room. Creeping forward on silent feet, a pure product of growing up in the Vanserra household, Eris moved towards the hallway and the closed-over door to the living room. Peaking his head in, Eris barely stopped a raspy groan from crawling up his throat as he found the two of you, half-dressed, fucking on the couch.

He knew that he should let the two of you know that he was there, but it wouldn’t hurt to watch for a few minutes. He’d been so fucking pent up over the last few weeks, only having time to find a rushed release with his hand in the shower every few days. Almost immediately, his hand moved to palm at his growing cock through his pants.

Eris first locked onto your face; your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and your plush, pink lip worried between your teeth. Az had his own face buried in your neck, his muffled groans barely reaching Eris’ spot in the doorway. Travelling down your bodies, your sweater was thrown somewhere within the living room, and your skirt was hiked up to your waist, leaving your bottom half completely bare. Azriel still had his shirt on, but his jeans lay in a pile near the side of the couch.

Barely muffling a moan with the palm of his hand, Eris stared between your thighs, where Az’s pretty, thick cock was rapidly plunging in and out of your wet pussy. The low light of the lamps strewn around the room gave Eris the perfect view of just how soaked you were.

Your gorgeous moans were like a siren song, pulling Eris from his position against the wall and further into the room. He was halfway to the couch when you finally noticed him. Your body momentarily tensed before easing, and your lips curved into a smile, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Hi, baby. I did-didn’t know you’d be home so early.”

Eris smiled down at you, at the way your voice wavered from the force of Azriel still thrusting inside you, not daring to stop. Eris came up to stand by your side, fingers curling through your hair while his other hand slipped under Az’s shirt, rubbing up and down his lower back. “No, I suppose you didn’t. At least that makes me feel better that both of you weren’t just ignoring my texts.”

He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, before turning to Az and kissing him too. This one was far more forceful than the kiss he gave you, Eris’ tongue slipping past his boyfriend’s lips and delving into his mouth, still tasting the deep cherry and pomegranate notes of the wine sitting on the table. 

Pulling back, Eris looked down into his hazel eyes and saw the thinly veiled tension on his face. He was already close and he was never able to hide it well. “What, did the two of you get horny during dinner and decide to fuck instead? So desperate to get inside her that you couldn’t even make it to the bed?”

The little whine that Azriel let out at Eris’ mocking tone was fucking gorgeous. Eris always somehow managed to perfectly tow the line between praise and degradation to make Az completely lose his mind. His shaky breaths flowed out of those beautiful lips as he stared up at Eris. “Just…taking a break. We’ll go back and clean up later.”

Eris knew it was a pretty lie, but he was too distracted by the hand slowly crawling up the outside of his thigh towards his raging hard-on to give the lie enough attention. Tearing his gaze from those lovely hazel eyes, he looked back down at you. Still biting your lip, you started to rub his cock and fiddle with the buttons on his pants. Eris’ hand moved from your hair down to wrap around your jaw, two long fingers slipping past her lips, and he didn’t even have to ask to start licking and sucking on them. “So needy tonight, my love.”

Easily tugging his pants down with one hand, Eris let them fall to his feet and your soft hand immediately went to work at stroking him. Eris looked back over at Az, the hand on his back moving up to tug at his short curls, making him release another adorable moan. 

“Since you’re fucking our girl so well, I’m not going to punish you tonight. But, you don’t get to finish until she makes me come, and don’t you dare slow down.”

Az bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut as he held back his impending orgasm. “Please, Eris. She feels too fucking good, I’m already so close.”

Eris just smirked down at him while he drew his fingers out of your mouth, tapping your jaw. You immediately opened your mouth for him, your tongue resting outstretched along your bottom lip. “Relax, darling. You know how good her pretty mouth is; it won’t take long.”

He then looked back towards you as he shuffled forward, thrusting half of his cock down your throat in one go. Eris let out a low, drawn-out moan as your tongue wrapped around the tip of his cock and your soft lips skillfully moved up and down his length. He wasn’t exaggerating; he would likely only last a few more minutes with how amazing your warm mouth felt around him.

The sound of Azriel groaning in pleasure as he sank back and forth into your wet cunt only helped bring Eris closer and closer to finishing. Az’s thrusts got more and more desperate, pulling delicious moans out of you that rattled around his cock perfectly. His hand moved to the back of your head, guiding your mouth as it slid along his cock.

“That’s it, baby, just like that. Taking my cock so good, just like you always do. Want me to fill up this slutty mouth with my cum while Az comes deep inside your needy pussy?”

Your eyes locked onto his, and he saw all of the desperation swimming there. You nodded your head and hummed your assent around him. It didn’t take more than a dozen more thrusts past your pretty lips before Eris was shooting his cum onto your tongue and down your throat.

With a simple tap on the back of Azriel’s neck, he was moaning and coming inside you. His thrusts slowed as your tight pussy drained his cock. Withdrawing his slightly softening cock from your mouth, Eris turned to press a gentle kiss against Az’s temple as his chest heaved. “Good boy, take a minute to catch your breath and carry her to bed. I want both of you to relax for a bit while I clean up. Then we can play some more.”

Pulling his pants up and around his hips, Eris moved to grab the excess clothing strewn about the room. When he went to go back into the hallway to clean up the kitchen, he barely noticed as Azriel pulled you into his arms and moved you to the bedroom. After taking a few minutes to move the leftover food and wine into the fridge, blowing out the candles, and drawing the curtains around the apartment, Eris finally walked towards the bedroom.

He found the two of you sitting in bed next to each other, the rest of your clothes at least making it in the hamper this time. Eris stripped down to nothing, throwing his own clothes with yours before moving to lay down on his chest between your legs. He gently ran his hands up and down your thighs before spreading them apart. You instinctually shifted down the bed, making room for his face as he kissed up the inside of your thighs towards your messy pussy, leaking with both your release and Azriel’s.

Eris slowly started to lick at your sensitive clit while plunging two fingers into your cunt. The little, slightly overstimulated whimpers coming from your mouth had him already hard for you against, barely stopping himself from grinding into the mattress. While he licked and sucked at your clit, he coated his fingers with your combined releases before moving his hand down and slowly swirling the pads of his fingers around your puckered asshole. 

Gently, he started to press one of his fingers into your hole, feeling the tense muscles clench around him. Eris’ other hand made sure to roam around your hips and lower stomach, coaxing you into relaxing for him. Soon enough, he was able to slip another finger inside you, stretching out your ass. The dual sensation of his lips on your pussy and his fingers in your ass was enough to have you coming again, despite the fact that Az had certainly made you come multiple times earlier.

“Fuck, Eris, feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

You only needed a few more minutes of him playing with your sensitive holes to have you spasming around his fingers, more of your release gushing out of your cunt. Pulling his fingers out of you, Eris got up onto his knees between your legs. He looked over at Azriel, who was licking his lips at the sight of you and Eris, and practically sitting on his hands so he wasn’t touching his rock hard cock.

Eris moved his hand to cup your cheek, pulling your gaze up to look at him. “Now, I want you to sit on his cock and let Az stretch out your pretty ass. Then when you’re ready, I’ll fuck your tight little pussy. Sound good, sweetheart?”

You immediately nodded for him and started scooting back between Azriel’s legs and against his chest. Eris sat back on his heels, cock in hand, as he watched you kneel above his cock. Az placed a steadying hand on your waist as you slowly lowered yourself down onto his cock, twin moans coming out of both of you. Watching his thick cock slowly slide into your ass was fucking heavenly and had his cock twitching in his hand.

Once you were sat down with Azriel’s cock fully inside your tight heat, you relaxed against his chest and he started slowly thrusting up inside you, one arm wrapped around your waist holding you against his chest, and the other massaging your breasts. After a few minutes of watching you get used to the heady sensation of Az’s cock inside your ass, you stretched out a hand towards Eris, who took the signal and moved to kneel with his legs around your hips.

The head of his cock ran through your wet lips and he looked up at you, then Azriel, making sure both of you were ready to continue. Slowly, he started to push inside your tight cunt, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feel of Az’s cock moving in and out of your ass. One of your arms wrapped around his waist and the other having a death grip around his bicep. Eris watched as your jaw dropped open and your eyes went slightly hazy. Once he was fully seated inside you, both he and Azriel stilled, giving you a minute to adjust to the stretch. He knew that you likely felt impossibly full and didn’t want to push you too far, too fast.

Eventually, your brain came back to you, and you blinked up at him, nodding at him. Eris glanced back at Azriel, the two men not even really needing to communicate their plan. Slowly, they both started to move inside you in tandem. 

It felt so fucking amazing that Eris almost thought that he’d ascended to another plane of existence. The tight, wet squeeze of your pussy around him and the feel of Azriel’s cock pushing against his as he moved within your ass might as well have been an otherworldly experience. The three of you were pretty much beyond words as the men fucked you into oblivion, moans and groans being the only sounds in the room besides the wet slap of skin on skin.

All of you were strung so high that when you fell off the edge and squeezed both of them simultaneously, you had both of them coming inside you, filling up your tight channels with their warm cum. Eris and Azriel both rested their heads on your shoulders as their thrusts slowed, fucking all three of you through your entwined orgasms.

Considering that Eris had the most brain power left of the three of you, he was the first to gently pull out. He swiftly moved to the attached restroom and grabbed warm washcloths and a few pairs of clean clothes for all of you. He didn’t need to say a word as he cleaned up and dressed the three of you, turning the lights off. 

With you warmly tucked under the covers between the two of them, it was only a matter of seconds before you were asleep and softly snoring. After a few minutes, Azriel moved an arm to tuck a section of wavy, ginger hair behind Eris’ ear. The two males looked at each other for a few minutes in the dark before Azriel whispered over to him.

“While this was quite enjoyable, I’ve missed you, we both have. Next time you get home at a decent time, I think I’d like it if was can just cuddle on the couch after dinner?”

Eris’ heart melted a bit as his face crumpled. “Of course, my love. I’ve missed you too, Azzy. I’ll try to get off earlier.”