#cazigan

KATE I LOVE YOU AND WE ARE DOING THE SLEEPING HEADCANON BECAUSE SLEEPING IS MY FAVORITE FOR ALL SHIPS

Cazigan + Sleeping

So when all three of these morons are home together, they’re sleeping in Mor’s room. It smells nice. Incredibly nice. Which isn’t a difficult accomplish to manage when compared to the Gross Cass and Az sometimes drag home, but regardless - Mor scents her pillows with calming scents to help her sleep and the boys love it. They’ll never actually admit that’s why they prefer her room with the smaller bed and more feminine colors, but it is. And at the end of the day, those scents help them fall asleep too.

Mor is always - ALWAYS - the last one to wake up. And ‘wake up’ is putting it mildly. Cassian generally leaves the task of waking the beast up to Azriel because if Cass tries to do it, he gets too playful and expressive for Mor to deal with that early in the morning (even if ‘that early’ is 5pm). So Cassian goes out into the House and cooks a breakfast that generally is enough to finish rousing Mor if Azriel hasn’t already succeeded, which he usually has via soft touches and gentle kisses on her neck, whispering her name quietly. Mor appreciates the subtle approach. The last time Cassian tried, she’d wound up with hot tea spilled all over her sheets.

Things change drastically, however, if one of the three isn’t home and Mother above help whoever is stuck in the House when TWO of them are gone at once. The remaining pair usually takes up residence in the missing person’s room for the duration of their absence. The scent is just too inviting and comforting to ignore. There’s not much sexual activity going on either when one person is gone. Just lots of sleeping and holding and being very, very close for comfort in that bed until the other one comes back. These weeks are the only reason Rhys begins to suspect the three of them have started a thing. The three are really good at hiding it when they’re all three together, feeling good and playing off each other in their normal way. But when one person is gone, Rhys isn’t stupid. He sees Mor and Az together - in Cassian’s room, and he sees Az and Cassian together in Mor’s room when she’s at the CoN. Rhys, sad about his own empty bed, never says a word.

Being back together after a reunion is the best of times and so, so much fun. The antics they get up to in their various beds leads to some funny positions waking up in the morning. They don’t sleep in a normal position, even if they start out as such. It’s not uncommon to wake up and find Mor at the foot of the bed sprawled next to Cassian who is half hanging off the edge with Azriel still up by the pillows and so forth. It’s just too many tangles of limbs and wings and bodies and crazy sexual antics to stay put for one night.

However, on the nights where Mor is upset or Azriel is silent or Cassian is bloody, the three of them nestle in together, Mor always in the middle, and they just hold on until they’re asleep and even then a long while after. Those are the nights they don’t move. The Hard Nights. But they wouldn’t take them away for anything because waking up wrapped up completely in the two other people they care most about is worth everything.

13. “I’m not saying I want a threesome—but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” + Moriel/Cassian

“Listen,” Mor slurs, drunk on fae wine and feeling bold, “I’m not saying I want to have a threesome—but I wouldn’t exactly be opposed to having one either.”

Cassian and Azriel share a look.

Is she saying… what I think she’s saying? Cassian tries to ask—too nervous to actually form the words.

Mor takes a greedy sip. “Just putting it out there.” Dramatically, she waves her thin-stemmed glass in a wide arc to make her point, some of its contents sloshing onto the pavement below the couch where she and Azriel sit, her legs sprawled across his lap as his thumb traces small, teasing circles ever-higher up her bare thighs.

She pouts at her carelessness and brings a second hand to cradle the precious liquid, sitting up a little straighter.

Azriel flicks his gaze from Cassian to Mor; studies her carefully. His shadows flare to life, caressing Mor’s neck before they circle back to whisper secrets in their master’s ear.

Mor hums, rubs her legs together in a less-than-subtle way as she looks between them both, a wicked expression overtaking her features.

Cassian’s mouth goes dry as he waits for Azriel to let some emotion slip through—some indication of how he feels about all of this. And then—

“I’m game if you are,” he says slowly, voice low, and there’s a sly grin on Azriel’s face when he slides his eyes back to Cassian’s.

Five hundred years of dancing around this very thing, all for it to come to a head after a cheap bottle of red at Rita’s on a Thursday night.

Cassian considers his options for exactly half a second before making his decision. “I’ll get the check.”

ahhhh what an excellent ship, wonderful. (and oiaertrt thank you I’m glad you like them!!!!) okay let me see…

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

This is such a precious question. Okay I’m kind of cheating because it’s hard to spoon with kings and I can’t really see them…stacking? So Mor goes in t he middle and then the boys just sort of….curl around her and overlap their wings. Mor stays nice and warm and toasty in the middle and gets her full quota of cuddles but the boys can still cuddle each other too. Basically Mor just ends up at the centre of a giant bat burrito. It’s precious. (and yes there are definitely times Feyre or Rhys will wander in to talk to Cass or Az and Mor will just wriggle a bit and then her head will pop up from underneath their wings to give Rhys a heart attack because he didn’t think she was there) 

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

Mor, as established in moriel headcanons, is a little cover thief. An utterly unapologetic cover thief. Cass whinges about it more than Az does he gets all :( Mooooor I’m coooold and she makes the fire bigger as she nuzzles down under the covers because no they’re mine you’re not getting them back you have two huge blankets on your back, make do with them. They bicker until Azriel huffs and pulls them in close and wraps his wings around both of them because shh, now you’re both happy. 

Okay Mor and Az can be partial to cuddles and both will readily accept them but Cass is the cuddle monster in this relationship. He isn’t happy unless one of them is in his arms at all times. Mor in particular likes using him as a cushion which he doesn’t protest to one little bit. And when Mor is curled on his lap he has to beckon Az over too and Az protests because wings and he’s much heavier than Mor and- And he gets told to shut up and come here because Cass wants to cuddle him properly. One does not fight Cassian when he wants to cuddle them. 

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Cassian will wake the other two up with kisses whenever he gets the chance. But sometimes he only gets to do this with Mor because Az has gotten up and managed to sneak off without the other two noticing (Mor and Cassian are always very miffed whenever he does this - but Cass in particular because you’re depriving me of my morning kisses!? Azriel??? How could you do this to me???) Mor sometimes is Not In The Mood (ie it’s too earrllyy Cassian, the sun isn’t awake yet, I shouldn’t be either) and she keeps hiding under the covers she stole in the night to hide from him. But Cassian is determined and stubborn and if kissing fails he can and will tickle her mercilessly through the blankets until she emerges, squealing and then he triumphantly kisses her again. 

(Azriel is the one who wakes the other two with kisses between their thighs. Ahem) 

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pyjamas?  

Cassian and Mor can both pitch from ‘fully clothed’ to ‘utterly naked’ depending on the night, how they’re feeling, and how much sex they’ve recently had. Azriel is the most consistent of the three of them and tends to sleep shirtless (unless it’s particularly cold in which case he’ll put on a baggy t-shirt (Mor and Cassian are most displeased by this)) and loose trousers. 

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Azriel is like the stealth romantic and Cassian is the every day romantic and Mor is just…drowning in it all. (sometimes she puts her foot down and just no, no romance, we’re just having a quiet cuddle, no dramatic roses or quiet bunches of flowers appearing from nowhere. Just chill cuddles, I’m going to look after you two now) 

 Azriel is the one that leaves little presents out when they most need them and the one that will descend into the Court of Nightmares just to appear for a few moments to make Mor feel a little lighter when his shadows whisper that she needs him. Or he’ll fly until his wings ache to reach the camps to see Cassian and kiss him and hold him and tell him that they miss him before he sets off again because he has duties to attend to in Velaris. 

YES BAE CAZIGAN IT’S DONE I was so hoping someone would ask for Cazigan. Of course I could count on you, Kate. <3 Consider this an extension of this Valentine’s Day AU from February. Not fully explicit, but definitely Mature.

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When light crashes through the window that morning, Cassian moves to brush the sleep away from his eyes only to halt at the realization of warmth on either side of him that moving around caused him to notice.

His mind whirs for a brief minute trying to remember why his bed has never felt like this before, why he smells distinctly male and female scents not suited to his own bedroom, and why there appears to be what feels like a splash of long hair over his chest and a shorter crop over his toned stomach.

Cassian’s eyes snap open. And it’s not the ceiling of his bedroom that meets him.

What he does find is his very naked self settled nicely between the also very naked selves of Apartments #301 and #303.

It all comes back then. Valentine’s Day. Watching the two neighbors he’d been secretly pining for the past few weeks flirt with each other and then shamelessly invite him over for a party of three with a makeshift Valentine. A night of very entertaining revelry that followed Cassian won’t soon forget.

And now here they all are - Mor’s mile-long legs wrapped snugly around Cassian’s own strong thighs, and Azriel’s arm strewn comfortably across his hips as if it had always been there. Cassian’s lips part with a half-amused, half-shocked smile.

Screw you, he thinks smugly towards the boyfriend who’d dumped not even 24 hours prior. This beats that sorry piece of ass any day.

Mor shifts cozy as a cat and suddenly, Cass goes still, his heart thudding away in his chest. How does this... work exactly? What if they’ll want him to leave? What if this was just a one time thing? He doesn’t think he’d be able to stomach the disappointment if that was all this turned out to be. A pity fuck.

Not that they’d known he was on the outs when they’d run into each other in the hallway. Surely they were genuine in their invitation. It definitely had felt genuine when Azriel had pushed him roughly onto the bed and into Mor’s waiting arms, their kisses searing heat all over.

But what if...

“Up,” a soft, feminine voice purrs at his ear and Cassian nearly jumps, he hadn’t been paying attention in his musings. But Mor is certainly at his ear and sounding much less awake than she typically does and she’s... she’s...

Ordering him to get out.

Cassian’s heart sinks.

He shifts, making to lean forward and separate himself from the tangle of limbs they’ve become between the sheets, when Mor’s hand stops him and she whispers groggily again at his ear. “I like devil’s food.”

Devil’s food?

Devil’s food??

Cassian doesn’t have time to parse out exactly what that means because the sensation of Mor nipping at his earlobe and flicking her tongue over the tip has him recalling precisely the same maneuver from last night on certain other parts of him and he’s not sure anymore if he’s awake or dreaming.

Mor finishes grazing her teeth gently over his ear and settles back down curling into the pillow with a satisfied little smile. “And he likes sprinkles.”

“Glazed,” Azriel suddenly grunts. He hasn’t moved despite Cassian and Mor shuffling about.

“You can get the glazed,” Mor replies sweetly hiding a snicker, “but he’s still gonna eat the sprinkles.”

Wait. Are they really talking about... donuts??

Azriel finally rolls off Cassian’s stomach with a groan, his arm stretching out to one side so that Cass has a magnificent view of his lover’s toned chest, the muscles of which constrict and flex wonderfully in the morning light as Az wakes up. He then steps out of the bed, his bare ass a work of art strutting toward the bathroom.

It’s a long moment of staring even after the door has closed before Cass hears Mor’s giggle and he looks over at her. “I know,” she teases. “He’s hot.”

Yes, Cass thinks, noticing that the sheets have fallen to one side and exposed Mor’s generous chest that he’d spent some good time with a few hours prior. And so are you.

Somehow, he and Az both end up at the front door at the same time, both fully dressed, though Az has kept it simpler than Cassian’s full ensemble. He’s in nothing more a simple loose pair of soft pants and a simple black tee while Cassian only has the dark wash jeans and button up from the night before. He had wanted to look nice before getting dumped, he supposed.

The two step into the hallway and the full realization of what just happened between the three of them - between the two of them even - starts to hit. The door closes and Cassian finds him and Az just staring at each other.

But...

Azriel doesn’t seem too put out by it. On the contrary, he merely flicks his brow up and simply says, “Don’t forget the coffee,” before walking up to his own apartment next door. “Mor’s a bear without it.”

“Aren’t you...” Azriel pauses with his key in the lock. Cass clears his throat confused. “Aren’t you staying?”

“No, I have my own errands to run.”

“Oh. Alright then.” He takes one step toward the elevator and pauses, curiosity getting the better of him. If he has to go out for donuts and coffee, while Az can simply wander next door, then what exactly... “Sorry, errands?”

Az snorts and pushes open the door to his flat, reaching in to flip the light on. “Condoms of course.”

Of course.

Cassian makes sure to get the devil’s food for Mor and plenty of sprinkles for Az and three of the world’s largest coffees.

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This is pure sin and nothing more. And as with the last time I did Cazigan smut, I have no clue if it works and am super nervous about it, but well, here we are. I tried and I’m just honestly happy at this point that I wrote something new and squeezed another Cazigan fic in before ACOWAR. It was stress-relieving to write. Tagging @buggitybooks who asked to be tagged. :)

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Summary: Mor’s in the middle of dinner when a questionable breeze hits her legs in an all too familiar pattern. When she realizes both her lovers are messing with her, Mor decides to take things to the bedroom for a little revenge that quickly gets carried away from her. NSFW

Take Me Down

The House of Wind is chilly, Mor thinks, about two-thirds of the way through dinner with her friends.

She supposes it’s only natural. The dining room opens onto a spacious balcony high in the sky where the winds are free to come and go as they please through the large floor to ceiling threshold, constructed thus so that one might fly right in. One with Illyrian wings, that is.

Listening to Rhys fill them in on his latest diplomatic visit to the Day Court, Mor feels that breeze hitting her ankles, and crosses them with a brief brush of her heels to help shake the chill. She takes a sip of wine and leans forward on the palm of her hand, trying not to blink at how dull the trip sounds. Only Amren sitting across from Rhys looks truly interested.

Oh I’m so excited anon - you have no idea! I never thought I’d get to.... share Cazigan baby headcanons with the world. Oh my gosh, okay here you go:

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When Mor finds out she’s pregnant, she freaks. No one’s home and she ends up curled up in the bathroom on the floor next to the toilet with a thousand and one thoughts going through her head: Her family treated her like shit, now she’s going to have to avoid doing the same to her kid. She knows she’d never be the way her parents were to her, but the worry is irrationally there anyway just to taunt her. And crap, her parents are gonna find out, aren’t they? And what if they try to take the kid from her and auction it off like they did her? They’d never get past Cass and Az to begin with if they even tried, but oh my gosh - what if they tried??? And - shit. Cass and Az. Who’s kid even is this?? She sleeps with both of them. They’ve been together for years and all love each other, but she has no idea which one the child belongs to. Will they care? Will they want to know? Does she want to know? Az doesn’t even really want kids - fuck.

Cassian comes home first and finds Mor a weeping, sobbing mess in the bathroom. He scoops her up and she spills everything to him. Cassian, bless him, doesn’t break once or give anything away while she jabbers on. Seeing him - suddenly, she’s more concerned with him and Az’s reactions than her parents. Finally, Cass stops her, taking her hands in his and kissing them.

“Stop, Mor - just stop,” he says and she narrows in on him, focusing on the hazel of his eyes. “What do you want to do?”

Mor swallows. And she knows the mascara is streaming down her face, but she doesn’t care. Looking at Cassian and the way he’s looking at her right now, how much he’s caring for her - it’s the same way she feels about the little bean growing inside her. “I want to keep it,” she says. Cass smiles and smoothly replies, “Then we’ll keep it,” no questions asked.

Mor feels better after that, but she’s still anxious about telling Az. Cass insists it’ll be fine. He goes on cooking for Mor and generally pampering her the rest of the day as though all is totally normal until their shadowsinger love comes home, flying inside the open doors of the House of Wind. And immediately - Mor knows he knows something. The shadows are thick, like they’ve been whispering in his ear all day.

They sit him down together, and tell the love of their life what’s happened. Azriel is surprised at first and kind of needs a minute to process, but one look at Mor and the tears threatening her eyes and he’s holding her in his arms. Cassian comes round behind Mor and finishes out the embrace. “We made a baby,” Az says sweetly, pulling Mor’s chin up to look at him. Mor pulls back a little horrified. “But that’s just it,” and she looks between her two men, “I don’t know... but which one of you....” Azriel shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. We still made a baby. All of us.” Mor breaks out into a fresh wave of sobs, Azriel chuckling as he pulls her back into his chest and looks at Cassian. And that’s that: the three of them are having a baby.

They never do find out which one of them fathered the child. From that first day forward, it just doesn’t matter. Both of them take turns equally spending time with her both separately and together. They make sure that Rhys knows - if one of them is out for work, the other stays and that’s final. He doesn’t question it once.

The first trimester is all food. Cassian in the kitchen figuring out which spices to avoid and which ones Mor craves. And when he’s done, Azriel swaps out and finds something for dessert. Mor eats her way through every market place in Velaris looking for the right kind of chicken and chocolate cream sauce. They spend the most time wondering what the baby will look like, what pieces of them it will have, if it will be a boy or a girl. And Mor goes out shopping constantly to get clothes. She doesn’t really get sick - because of course Mor wouldn’t get sick while pregnant, she’s too damn perfect for her own good - but man, she’s a crier. When Azriel comes home with a onesie that has beautiful Illyrian wings sewn from red and gold and black lace on the back, she turns into a puddle of goo on the floor - it’s too much, Azriel brought her baby clothes!

The second trimester - the bump appears. It’s so small at first and it’s right front and center. Cassian and Azriel (and okay, occasionally Rhys) are the only ones allowed to touch it. And they do - constantly. They hold Mor at night when she sleeps, one wrapped around Mor’s back with his hands resting on the side of her tummy while the other sleeps in front of her and rubs circles over it until Mor falls sleep. Cassian loves to talk to the bump. He talks all day long to that thing, telling stories about its mom when she was a wild thing fresh out of the Hewn City and free, all the craziness he and Az got up to with Uncle Rhys as kids, and all the things they’re going to do together when that little one arrives finally. Mor loves listening to him talk about it. She’ll sit there all day if Cass will let her and fall in and out of sleep while he talks. Sometimes he even sings to it in that rich baritone voice he has. Azriel doesn’t talk much to the bump. But when he and Mor snuggle in to sleep for the night, or during the day when Cassian has to go out, he loves lifting her shirts up and kissing her stomach - all the stretch marks and places where the skin is pulled tight. It makes Mor feel beautiful. It makes her feel loved. When he’s done, Azriel stays hovering over her between her legs or resting at her side, and slides his hands up to grip hers and give them a tight squeeze. The baby always kicks when he does this much like when Cassian talks or sings, because it can sense his two dads there. Cassian’s favorite is when he comes home and finds Azriel in this position over Mor, asleep with his head gently on Mor’s stomach while she dozes with her head on the pillow.

The second trimester is also when Mor gets kinky af, and no ma’am I’m not even sorry about this one. She knows that stomach of hers is gonna get big in a hurry, so she’s ready to bang Cass and Az to the mortal lands and back while she still can. And oh do they oblige her. Being naked in bed with her two Illyrian men and that little tummy of hers between them is the best feeling ever.

The third trimester is a pamper fest. Mor’s feet hurt. Mor’s back hurts. Mor’s hips hurt. Everything basically hurts and everything is also swollen and damn, why isn’t this kid here yet??? Cass carries her in and out of the bathtub, rubs her feet, and is constantly massaging her scalp to keep her comfortable. Cassian gives the best massages known to man. Mor has at least three a day, if not more by the final month. And Azriel is always finding pillows for her to sleep with. She wants to stay tucked between just the two of them, but after a point, she needs the soft pillows around her and relents to Azriel’s pleading. And she sleeps. Mother above, Mor can sleep. Morning, noon, and night she sleeps and keeps her from getting too cranky over how much everything hurts and how HUGE her stomach suddenly got. (Seriously, when did it get so BIG?!?!!)

She stays home for labor and delivery. Those baths Cassian gave her put the idea in mind to have a home birth, so takes her time going through the contractions, Azriel letting her squeeze his hands while Cassian flips and freaks out about ICE. (”Where’s the ice?? Why don’t we have more! Half of it has MELTED AND MOR NEEDS MORE ICE DAMNIT”) Azriel has to shoo him from the room to cool down for a bit because it’s freaking Mor out, but when he comes back, he’s better. He didn’t find the ice, but he found ice cream! And that makes Mor laugh because, “Look Mor - ice cream!” When she feels ready to push, they carry her into the tub and fill it with just enough water. There’s healers present, but the pool is large and it’s Cassian and Azriel who hold Mor and guide her through it, holding her hands and her tummy while she pushes. She tries once and her head falls back onto Az’s shoulder and she looks at him and he just knows now she’s freaking the freak out. “You can do it. You got out. You can do anything, even this,” he tells her. She nods. “Even this.” And then another contraction hits, she’s pushing and yelling and squeezing Azriel’s hand so hard while she focuses on his beautiful green and brown eyes to stay calm, and Cassian is whooping because “There’s a head!! And shoulders, and hands!! Cauldron - it has fingers!” “It had better have fingers!” Mor hisses, but Cass doesn’t register the comment because he’s watching his son be born.

A son.

Shit. They have a son.

And he’s beautiful. Cassian catches him as he comes out in the water and the healers help him clean the baby boy while Az kisses Mor’s brow and cleans the sweat from her skin. The shadows slid around Mor in a smooth hug that relaxes any remaining tension away from her.

When they put the baby in Mor’s arms, every doubt flies. Every fear and worry she had, gone. The baby somehow managed to have blonde hair and lighter skin, the only sign of its Illyrian heritage being the nubs at its back that will grow into wings one day and the beautiful hazel eyes. She had worried, even after Cass and Az’s reassurances, that who had fathered it would be a problem still. But the baby looks more like her than either of them, so she supposes it really won’t be a problem. They’d never know anyhow. And both of them are beaming at the little thing with such pride, that Mor feels complete - looking up at both her lovers and the little bat they made in her arms. Mor has all of her boys now and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Happy Valentine’s Day to my OT3! Celebrate with some Cazigan AU love! Mild NSFW.

When Cassian turns the corner out of the elevator and see’s Apt. #301 canoodling next to Apt. #303, he knows he’s in for a long night. The jingle of his keys only barely masks the downtrodden grumble he makes as he approaches his own door and sees the pair go in for a kiss.

“Ahem,” Cassian coughs.

The two immediately stop kissing, but their bodies are nowhere near apart.

“Hey Cass,” the blonde one, Morrigan, pipes up, grinning ear to ear like a siren from the seas. She’s wearing a slinky little number of a dress that’s dripping in red and hugging all the right places. Cassian would have rather been spared the delicious view before facing his night alone.

Even worse is the man Morrigan is all tucked up against - Azriel. Azriel with the five o’clock shadow Cassian wants to run his fingers over and a tux that suggests the two have had quite a night out already.

Cassian hates Valentine’s Day. And his neighbors only make the night worse.

He’d run in to them in this exact scenario two nights ago right after his boyfriend had dumped him - over the phone. When Mor asked if he had a Valentine this year and Cassian had said no, she’d been way too excited about it and it pissed him off.

Even Azriel’s eyes had darkened with delight when he heard the news. Cassian couldn’t understand being so happy in someone else’s misery like that.

The two exchanged a devious look and slipped inside with a quick pair of So sorry and That’s a real shame, man before disappearing for the night.

But it wasn’t the last time that night he’d hear them talking.

Tonight, Morrigan’s running her fingers over Az’s bow tie, loosening it at the collar teasingly and Cass knows he’s in for another long night of antics he’d rather not hear.

“Have fun,” Cassian says without giving them time for conversation. “Make it a good one for me,” he says way too sarcastically, pushing his door open and hoping the sounds aren’t enough to force him into another cold shower.

He doesn’t catch Mor’s wicked grin or Azriel’s mischievous look before they too disappear for the night, but he doesn’t barely register Az’s snickering, “Oh we will.”

He tries not to groan at that.

Cassian collapses in the bedroom of Apt. #302 and sighs, running his hands over his face. It takes all of about five minutes before the distinct sounds of laughter and eventual moaning greet him from the other side of the paper thin wall he shares with #303.

Great, he thinks. Just what I needed tonight.

It’s not that he minds his neighbors being so in love. He’s pleased for them - honestly. They suit each other well and seem to make each other happy and there is no denying what an attractive couple they make.

The attractiveness, though - that’s exactly his problem.

When Azriel had moved in next door, Cassian had helped him move his furniture off the truck and out of the elevators. The day spent in sweat and clenching biceps was an inspiring treat for Cass made only that much more appealing by how well he and Az got on. They spent the next two months hanging out more and more frequently and there were times Cassian got the sense maybe his neighbor was starting to incline towards him the same way...

But then the cranky old woman in #301 died randomly in her sleep and not only was Morrigan a much more pleasant replacement, but she had a full rack to kill and legs for days that Cassian couldn’t stop staring at.

Neither could Azriel.

And Mor liked Azriel. Took a liking to him straightaway.

And so that was that. One year and a broken relationship with Apt. #527 on 9th Street later and Cassian found himself alone on Valentine’s Day preparing to listen to his impossibly attractive neighbors have sex and vaguely thinking about what it would be like to join them.

No.

He wasn’t going to do this. It was positively masochistic to sit there all night and listen to them. He would leave.

But why should he leave when they were the ones having all the fun and spoiling a perfectly good evening for him? He’d tell them to knock it off or at least go back to #301 where the wall of Mor’s bedroom didn’t share with his own.

Cassian marched to his door, flew it open prepared to offer the lovebirds a piece of his mind, but as soon as he opened the door, all noise from next door stopped and so too did Cassian.

There was a box sitting just outside his door.

Cassian picked it up. It was plain and ordinary with only one thing written on it.

Apt. #302

“Huh,” Cassian grumbled and took the box inside, forgetting all about his previous plans. He set it on the counter and unfolded the flaps.

Inside was bright red tissue paper and a Valentine’s Day greeting card with a picture of a big purple conversation heart on it that said Be Mine, except that ‘Mine’ had been crossed out in black Sharpie and replaced underneath with a new word in delicate script.

Be Ours.

Cassian opened it and found only one handwritten message, this time in a messier more imprecise handwriting, that said:

Dearest Cassian, Don’t be blue. We’re having fun, Though we could use some 302.

Two’s a company, But three’s devout. Bring this over, And help us shout.

xx 301 & 303

His draw dropped. He almost didn’t believe what he’d read, but the eerie silence form next door and the two sets of handwriting were enough that he set the card down and removed the tissue paper from the box. Beneath it was a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

Cassian laughed. Laughed so hard, he almost knocked himself on his ass as tears fell from his eyes.

Grabbing the lube and the condoms, he bolted for next door and was inches away from knocking when he saw the note posted above the door handle.

It’s open.

With a chuckle, he knocked anyway and opened the door, ripping the note off for good measure.

Morrigan’s red dress on the tile floor was all that greeted him and when he rounded the corner to the hallway and saw Az’s tux and boxers, he gulped with how quickly it made his blood boil.

“In here, Cass!”

Morrigan’s delighted melody of a voice called to him from the bedroom. He paused just outside the door.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked before entering.

The door swung suddenly wide open and there stood Azriel, stark naked and not looking one bit abashed about any of it. “You read the note right?” Cass flicked his brow up and held up the lube and condoms in either hand. Azriel’s lips twitched in feline pleasure before he slid his hand around Cassian’s neck and tugged him gently towards the room. “I can give you some encouragement if you want, but you don’t strike me as the type who needs it.”

“Well I am here after all,” Cassian said. He couldn’t deny he was still a tad nervous about this. These two twisted his stomach into all sorts of knots he’d never had before, so it was cautiously that he admitted, “But I didn’t think you-”

Azriel cut him off with a smoldering kiss that tasted of heat and wine. When Morrigan giggled like a school girl from the bed, Cassian felt himself go entirely hard. And from what he could feel (and see) from Azriel standing so near, he wasn’t the only one.

Mor pranced up from the bed and went round behind Cassian. She smelled like fresh oranges, juicy and delectable. Her hands pushed his lower back until he stumbled far enough into the room to close the door behind them while Azriel continued kissing him.

He and his neighbors got on quite well after that.