#cazriel x reader

“Y/N?” Feyre says, voice laced with concern as she speaks. “What’s going on? Why are you crying?”

“F—Fey—“ you manage between sobs, voice wavering as you finally hear your sister’s voice. “I—I don’t know, I f—fucked up, I don’t have any—anywhere to go. E—Eris kicked me out a—and left me with all m—my things on the side of the r—road.”

“Okay, okay, it’s okay.” she says quickly, chest tightening as she gives Rhys a worried glance. “It’ll be alright, Y/N. Just—Just take some deep breaths for me, okay? Me and Rhys are going to come pick you up and bring you over here. You have your location shared with me, right?” 

“Y—Yes, I—I should.” you stammer out, taking a long breath to attempt to calm yourself. 

Feyre pulls her phone from her ear for a moment to look for your location, seeing you’re not too far from their place.

“Alright, we’ll be there in ten minutes.” she says quickly as you continue to sob on the other end of the call. 

Before Rhys can question his mate, he’s being dragged out of their apartment and down to the garage where his car is. She explains everything on the way to Eris’ place across town, watching as his jaw flickers as she speaks. He’s to the apartment in record time, rolling up to the entrance to see you standing outside, backpack slung around your shoulder with four hastily packed boxes next to you–apparently enough to store all of your belongings. As they come to a stop, Feyre and Rhys both notice the newly bloomed bruises on your neck along with the redness of your cheek.

“Remind me again why I’m not allowed to go up there and kick his ass right now?” Rhys asks Feyre as he opens the door to get out. 

“Because Y/N doesn’t want you to, and you should respect her wishes for now.” she says firmly, eyes narrowed on her mate as she follows behind him to help grab the boxes. 

Rhys gives you a sad smile as you almost fall into your sister’s arms when she reaches for one of the boxes, sobs racking your entire body as you do. Tears prick Feyre’s eyes as she wraps you in a hug, tugging her arms around your shoulders as she mumbles to you about everything being alright. 

As Feyre works to calm you down, Rhys throws the boxes into the back of his car. He nudges his mate once he’s done, urging the two of you to return to the car to get out of the frigid November night. Your sister helps you into the back before getting into the passenger seat before Rhys takes off. It only takes ten minutes to get back to their apartment, which you realize is even nicer than the luxury complex you’d stayed in with Eris for the last year, which is saying a lot. 

You’d always known Rhys had money, but never knew he had enough to live in a place like this, especially in the penthouse. You’ve finally calmed down enough once you reach the top floor on the elevator, carrying one of the boxes and your backpack into the sprawling apartment. Wordlessly, the couple leads you to what looks to be the spare bedroom, setting all four of the boxes on the far side of the room before turning to you. 

“I’m–I don’t know how to thank you both.” you start, taking a shaky breath as you clasp your hands together to stop their trembling. “I promise I’ll be out of here in a day or two, I just need to find a hotel or something and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Hotel?” Rhys retorts, raising a brow at you curiously, “You don’t have to do that when there’s a perfectly good room here. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need, we’re happy to have another roommate.” 

You look at your sister then, eyes wide with disbelief. She nods, giving you a small smile of reassurance, “It’s really no bother, Y/N.”

Tears prick your eyes once again, and you almost fall over trying to engulf the two of them in a hug, thanking them profusely under your breath before they can change their minds. 

“We can talk more in the morning, okay? You need some rest now,” Feyre says while smoothing your hair down, “We have some catching up to do when you wake up.”

Guilt gnaws at your chest when you look up at her, seeing a twinkle of sadness behind those leaden blue eyes. Eris has completely isolated you from your friends and family for over a year, making you feel bad for even thinking about spending a day away from him to visit with them every time you tried. You’d barely left the apartment you two shared in the last year aside from attending classes, thanks to the culpability that Eris had instilled in you. 

The couple gives you one last hug before leaving you alone in the bedroom. Exhaustion has settled into your bones now, so you throw on a pair of pajamas that you’d stowed in your backpack before all but tossing your body under the covers. It doesn’t take you more than three minutes to fall asleep, fatigue taking over as soon as your head hits the pillow. 

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Early morning light creeps in through the curtains, shining into your face to draw you from your deep sleep. 

It takes you a moment to remember where you are when you wake, sitting up abruptly in bed. You look around frantically before realizing that you’re safe and in your sister’s apartment, and that she so graciously offered you a place to stay for the time being. Your chest tightens with happiness twinged with guilt when you think about it, unsure of how you’ll ever be able to repay them for their kindness. 

So, you decide to start by making them breakfast. 

Luckily for you, Rhys left you an extra key card that gave you access to the elevator, lobby and apartment door before he left your room last night. Throwing on a pair of leggings, a sage green turtleneck sweater–one that covers the finger-shaped bruises on your neck–and your jacket, you head for the front door quietly. The grocery is only one block away, which you’re grateful for since you don’t have a car or any other form of transportation. It takes you less than twenty minutes to walk to the store, gather your ingredients and return to the apartment, spending fifty of your last one hundred dollars in the process.

Your heart leaps when you get back to the apartment and step into the kitchen for the first time, realizing how grand the space actually was. The kitchen is spacious and has ample counter space, making your mind wander to all of the group meals you could host in a place like this. You reign yourself in before you get too excited, setting your groceries out on the counter to get started. 

It doesn’t take long for you to get lost in your own world in the kitchen, time lost to you as you mix together the ingredients for your favorite blueberry crumble muffins while waiting for your quiche to finish baking. You hum to yourself while folding the blueberries into the muffin batter, a feeling of happiness in your chest for the first time in a long time.

“Damn, something smells delicious.” an unfamiliar voice calls out from across the living room, making you freeze at the kitchen island. 

As far as you knew, it was only you, Feyre and Rhys in the apartment, so who was the male talking to you from the living room?

Though you know there shouldn’t be any danger in an apartment as nice as this one, you can’t help but be thrown into fight-or-flight at the sound of another male that you don’t know standing behind you. For all you know, it could be Eris coming to drag you back to the hell that is his apartment. At least, that’s what your traumatized brain is telling you right now. 

You hear heavy footsteps shuffling closer to you, but you’re frozen in place, unable to move to even attempt to defend yourself from whoever is coming up behind you. Your heart feels like it’s beating in your throat as whoever it is walks up on your right, turning to grab a mug from the counter to serve up the coffee you brewed earlier.

“I didn’t know you could cook like this, Fey–Oh, shit!” the male says when finally turns to look at you as you get the courage to look up at him, he stumbles back a step with wild eyes as he takes you in. “Sorry, I thought you were Feyre.” he says with a chuckle and a wry smile, “Who are you, though? Are you one of Az’s so-called study buddies? If so, I need to ask him if I can take a turn next time.”

You finally take in the male in front of you with wide eyes as you drop the wooden spoon back into the mixing bowl. He’s huge–even taller than Rhysand–standing at 6’7’’ at the very least, with large, bat-like wings to match. He’s rugged, but so beautiful, with wild black hair that’s halfway thrown into a bun, and fiercely golden-brown eyes. Once your eyes trail away from his face, you finally notice that he’s shirtless, only standing in a pair of plaid pajama pants, making it hard for you to pry your eyes away from his toned, broad chest littered with swirling tattoos that were similar to the ones you’d seen on Rhys in the past. Something in your chest seems to rattle when you take him in, but you try not to think about it. 

“Is that any way to greet my sister, Cassian?” you hear your sister call as she trudges into the kitchen, a flood of relief flowing through you as she saves you from this situation.

“Sister?” the male says in disbelief, eyes wide as he looks between you and Feyre as she comes up to your side at the island. “Yeah, I guess I should’ve guessed that from the eyes. I’m Cassian, though. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Something like wonder swims in Cassian’s eyes as he stares down at you, a hint of curiosity gracing his features as he takes you in. You feel your heart rate spike at the unexpected attention, but push away any thoughts you have about it before it stresses you out too much, and give him a weak smile before looking back at your muffins, grabbing the tin to pour the dough. 

“What’s all this for?” your sister questions as she takes in the food you’ve laid out. 

Despite still being in the midst of cooking, you still managed to keep the kitchen spotless throughout the process, thanks to old habits of yours. Eris always hated when the kitchen was messy, so you made it a point to clean as you went, on the rare occasion that you had the inspiration to cook or bake while living there. Atop the pristine counters are two bowls of freshly prepared fruit (one filled with just berries because you know your sister hates the other fruit you typically add), a steaming pot of coffee and a plate of bacon and sausages. As the timer on the oven goes off, you pull the ham and cheese quiche off the rack to replace it with the muffins, setting a new timer for them quickly.

“A little thank you for last night.” you reply with a small smile as you turn to the sink to wash the mixing bowl quickly. “I wanted to make you guys something before I get out of your hair. I know the last thing you wanted to do was spend your Friday evening dealing with your pathetic little sister who got kicked to the curb by her boyfriend.”

“I’d rather spend my night doing that than have found out this morning that you were found dead somewhere because you tried to wander off and figure it out without help.” Feyre snaps, eyes narrowed on you as you frown at her.

Before you can argue, the front door to the apartment opens and closes softly, catching your attention, though nobody else is phased. Rhys and another male walk into the kitchen, both equipped with gym bags on their shoulders and damp hair dripping down their shirts. The unknown male catches your attention almost immediately, in the same way that Cassian had when you first took him in. He’s similar to Cassian and Rhys, but everything about him seems a little more put together but elusive, like he’s a secret waiting to be unraveled by you. His deep hazel eyes lock with yours and you swear he stumbles a step, but can’t be sure you’re not imagining it.

“Looks like someone was busy this morning.” Rhys remarks as he walks in, a gentle smile on his face as he looks to you. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to pass this meal off as a parting gift for us.” 

You shoot a glare at your sister then, knowing she used her daemati abilities to tell her mate about your plans to leave.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” you say firmly, “I’m sure I can find some hotel to stay in tonight, o–or I can see if Eris will let me stay one more night. But really–”

“Eris?” you hear Cassian say to Rhys from behind you, nearly choking on his gulp of coffee at your words before looking at Feyre. “I didn’t know this was that sister.”

That sister. As if you’re a common topic of conversation between them. 

A mix of hurt and confliction flickers on your face as you look at your sister then, but you can tell she’s busy mentally threatening the large, winged male sitting at the kitchen table, who instantly backs down under her glare. The other male sits next to Cassian at the table then, and you don’t miss the way his jaw tenses at the mention of Eris, as if he knows him well. 

“You’ll do no such thing, Y/N!” Feyre finally snips, shaking her head as she turns her attention back to you. “There is no reason for you to leave when we have a perfectly good spare room here. None of us mind at all, right?”

It’s then that you realize that the two other males in the room are not just guests, but are definitely Rhys’ friends who Feyre mentioned moving in with all those months ago. 

“Yeah, we could use another roommate in all honesty,” Cassian says with a smirk, “I’m tired of being outnumbered by this disgustingly adorable couple. We need one more person on our single roommate team in this place.” 

“Please,” your sister begs, grabbing for your hands quickly, which makes you flinch almost imperceptibly. Her face changes at that tiny movement, anger flashing over her features, but not towards you, “You’re not going back there. At least not right now.” she says quickly, before her voice lowers so only you can hear, “I can’t let him hurt you anymore. I watched you suffer for long enough without being able to save you.”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you look at her pleading ones, entirely torn between going back to something familiar and abusive, or walking into something foreign and safe. Many times before now, you would’ve chosen the former, but something feels different this time, like you might actually be able to rid yourself of Eris for good if you stay here. Plus, you’re too mentally exhausted to argue with your very persistent sister right now.

“If I stay here, you have to promise you won’t treat me like a child. You can’t lock me away and say it’s for my own good.” you say to her firmly, blinking back the tears in your eyes. “And as much as I do enjoy this place, you can’t try to keep me stuck in this apartment all the time.”

“Yes–Deal,” she says, nodding at you quickly. “I just–I can’t see you like that ever again. I want you to be safe.”

As you give her a smile, the timer for the oven goes off once more. You turn to get the muffins off the rack, shoving the mix of emotions you’re feeling in the moment out of your mind. 

Once all of the food is out and ready, Cassian is first in line to get up to eat, grinning as he looks at the array in front of him.

“Cass, she never said that food was for you.” Feyre scolds, narrowing her eyes at the large male.

“Oh, right.” he says with a sheepish, embarrassed grin before turning to you. “That was rude of me, I’m sorry.”

Your heart flutters as the male looks at you with wide eyes as if he’s waiting for your approval. There’s something in his lopsided smile that has you feeling things in your chest that you’ve never felt before but—fuck, you shouldn’t be feeling anything for anyone right now, you just got dumped less than 24 hours ago. But you can’t help but melt under his apologetic gaze. 

“N—No, please, take some!” you stammer, smiling up at him nervously. “There’s plenty there for all of you. I’m so used to making large meals that I’m sure there’s enough.”

Cassian flashes you another grin before turning back to the food, not hesitating before serving himself now. You finish cleaning up the rest of the dirty dishes from your cooking while they get their food. Another habit of yours, waiting for everyone else to eat first before getting your own plate. Eris and his asshole friends would always take advantage of that, would always finish off any meal you’d ever make, leaving you to eat a piece of toast or whatever you could scrounge up for dinner on nights that he’d make you cook for them.

When you finally look up from the dishes, the male you haven’t been introduced to is standing quietly by the counter, sipping a fresh cup of coffee as he observes you. You give him a shy smile as you try to shake off that feeling in your chest once more. 

“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself.” you say to the male nervously, drying off your hands with the dish towel. “I’m Feyre’s sister, Y/N.”

“Azriel,” he says bluntly, giving you a curt nod. 

A man of many words, you think sarcastically. 

“It’s nice to meet you. Are you another of their roommates?” you question, and he simply nods again. “Please, help yourself to some of the food, I’m sure it won’t be the last time I’ll make you all a meal in this kitchen.”

“I think you should get your plate before me,” he replies, his tone almost challenging, as if he can see exactly what you’re doing. “I’ll eat whatever’s left. I’m not picky. Don’t want you to go hungry after going out of your way to make all of this for us.”

You shoot him a wry smile, swallowing thickly as you feel as though you’ve been caught. He only met you five minutes ago and he can already read you well enough to tell that you were used to not eating after slaving over a meal? That would definitely make for an interesting dynamic. 

You serve yourself a helping of everything, aside from a muffin, cursing yourself internally for not making enough batter for more. Though when you were making them, you didn’t know there’d be two more people joining you, so it makes sense. 

“No muffin?” Feyre questions with a furrowed brow when you sit down, eyeing your plate curiously. “Those are your favorite, are they not?”

“I wanted you all to be able to try them,” you justify, eyes flickering to Azriel as he plates his food. “There was only enough batter for four.”

“They’re great, everything is.” Rhys muses, winking at you kindly. “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Are you, like, a chef or something?” Cassian questions before you can reply to Rhys, continuing to stuff his face as he peers over at you. “Because this is all so damn good, restaurant quality.”

You blush at the compliment, smiling over at him. “I’m no professional, I just really like making really good food.”

Cassian grunts in agreement, smiling at you briefly before taking another bite. You don’t notice Azriel taking the seat next to you, his quiet steps making him almost invisible unless you’re staring at him. 

It isn’t until you look back at your plate that you finally notice him next to you. With the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he focuses on his own food, half of a sliced blueberry crumble muffin sitting on his plate, and the other half sitting on yours.

“You’re shivering.”

“Yeah, Az, because it’s fucking cold out here. I thought we were going to be getting fur lined leathers.”

“They were on back order!” Cassian’s voice answered from somewhere outside the tent. He had gone to find a spot to piss where it wouldn't freeze. 

“Further, Cass. If I slip tomorrow morning I’ll slit your throat,” you grumbled.

“Grumpy,” Azriel muttered.

“I don’t have thick skin like you.”

“Damn right you don’t,” Cassian answered as he climbed back into the small tent. “You’re just a dainty little high fae princess, aren’t you.”

You bared your teeth, a reaction that seemed to come with being turned fae. Azriel grabbed your wrist before you could reach for his conveniently close dagger. “Let’s not make things any worse.”

“Yeah,” you growled. “Trust me, Rhys will be getting an earful for this. If he wants to know what’s under Ramiel so bad, he can search the mountain himself. Better yet, bring Feyre, and maybe they’ll actually accomplish something.”

“You’re so cute when you’re feisty,” Cassian cooed, all up in your face. “Say ‘grr.”

“Don’t provoke her,” Azriel groaned.

You turned yourself around to face the wall of the tent, folding your arms over your chest. You tried to give off the air of “standing on business,” but that didn’t work when you were in an infinitely tiny tent with two infinitely large men.

“I have an idea.”

“That scares me coming from you.”

Cassian only laughed. “You know… if you're so cold, we could just warm you up. 

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, princess. It may be cold outside, but my blood always runs hot.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.” The smirk on Cassian’s face was wicked.

You turned to Azriel, waiting for the male to make sense of the situation. He only shrugged. “It’s one of his better ideas, actually.”

“Ha, I knew it.” Cassian flattened his wings to his body, crawling up and between your legs. He planted his face at your thigh, nuzzling into it. “Let’s get these off you, baby.”

“Taking my leathers off is only going to make me colder,” you huffed. 

“Fine be me. We’ll work around them.” He stole Truth-Teller from beneath Azriel’s measly pillow and quickly slid the blade right down the center of your pants.

“Cassian!”

“We have replacements, Princess. And this time, they’ll be fur lined.” He pushed your thighs apart with his big, warm hands, diving straight for the jackpot.

Azriel saddled himself behind you, pulling your figure back against his chest. His head found your shoulder, cuddling into it, but the sweet gesture did not last. Just as filthy as Cassian, he was now trailing his lips up the side of your neck.

“You guys…” 

Cassian only hummed. He had made quick work of parting your leathers at the split seam, his tongue at your bare folds in moments. He licked like a man starved, hands always moving. He stroked up and down your legs, coaxing warmth into the tired limbs. 

“Mmm, so wet so quickly… Tell me again how you felt about this idea?”

“Shut up-” you muttered, only to be cut off as two thick fingers slid into your pussy. They stilled, only softly curving as he rhythmically suckled your clit. “Cassian-”

“Say my name, too,” Azriel purred, almost pleading. He slid his hands up and under the front of your jacket, cupping your breasts as if they were precious. 

“A-Azriel…” 

A soft groan left his lips. He rewarded you with a little swipe to your nipples, gently thumbing them into stiff peaks. Yeah, it was over for you.

“Cauldron…”

“Cum for us,” Cassian whispered, voice pure sin as he began to pump his fingers, only ceasing his licks to whisper something dirty against your folds.

Cradled tightly in Azriel’s arms, you fell over the edge with a whimper. Cassian snickered, but did not stop until you began to tremble from the stimulation, the white hot pleasure in your nerves turning overbearing. 

“Warm, now?” Azriel murmured against your ear. 

Sighing inwardly, you gave in. “Yes, I’m warm now.”

However, you still needed help. So you did the only thing you could think of. You set a trap, left your cloak in the middle of the forest floor, and waited.

With exhaustion weighing you down, and the tree covering most of the moonlight, you had no idea how long you waited. Minutes, hours, you didn't know. All you knew what that your family was probably worried.

When the crack of a falled branch sounded through the air, you suspected it was more of a warning to you, rather a misstep on the creatures part. The Suriel was quiet when the trap snapped around them. So much so that you suspected that the centuries old creature was well aware of your plan even before you were.

It took more effort than you'd like to admit, to stand up from the tree you'd been resting on.

"Let me out, fae." The Suriel ordered. Its voice was a whisper in the wind.

"I need you to do something for me first."

"You want me to contact your High Lord." The Suriel answered.

"Yes."

"Let me free then."

You hesitated for a moment before pulling a blade out and cutting the vines you'd used in your trap. The Suriel dropped to the forest floor in a heap of cloth and bones. "The cloak is yours, just please, summon my High Lord."

"Your mates are terrified that you're dead."

"Just Rhysand."

"As you wish."

The Suriel stared at you for a moment longer before grabbing the cloak and vanishing deeper into the forest. You nearly collapsed in grief, fearing your imminent death if you were to be left alone with the creatures hiding in the forest with you. But before you can crumble in on yourself, there's soft hands at your back and a gentle voice you've come to realize as safety. Rhysand, your brother in all senses aside from blood.

"By the cauldron, I don't know how you got a Suriel to summon me, but I'm glad you did."

"Are they okay?" You ask. You both know to whom you're referring to.

"They will be once they see you." Rhys grabs your hand and, without warning, winnows you back to the River House.

The process of winnowing is always odd, but when you're in pain, exhausted and poisoned it's down right terrible. He's brought you to your spare room at the river house, and you all but collapse into bed.

"Rest, I'll bring the healer."

"Do they know I'm here?"

Rhys nodded. "They're coming."

Rhys came back with Madja quickly. Or so it felt. Your eyes had slipped closed, and you were only conscious someone was there when you felt a gentle warmth at your shoulder. Blinking your eyes opened, you found Madja smiling warmly down at you.

"You lot can't seem to stay out of trouble." She chided.

You were stopped from answering by the commotion downstairs. No doubt your two mates fighting their way through the house to get to you. You're proven right when your bedroom door flys open the next moment, and two winged males stride in. Their faces noticeably pale.

"Mother's tits," Cassian hisses as he comes around to the other side of your bed. "We thought-"

You smile sadly as you reach out for him. "I know."

"No more solo missions." Azriel said, although you felt it was more of an order.

"Az-"

"No more solo missions." Azriel bit out at Rhys.

You didn't know if Rhys was going to agree or not, but you were saved the trouble of a possible fight when Madja spoke up.

"If you lot are going to argue, do it elsewhere." Her order shut both your mates up, and the room was once again quiet.

Madja worked quickly and quietly, and soon enough, you found your eyes slipping shut, not from pain, but from pure exhaustion.

"Rest now," you heard Madja whisper. If she went on to say anything else, you weren't conscious of it.

The sun was shining through the window in broken rays when you woke. Azriel was sitting across from you in the only chair you had. A plush velvet seat that you knew had to be uncomfortable for his wings. His shadows swirled around him, slow, like syrup. Cassian was slumped on the floor, his back against the wall, and head down like a child told off. When your gaze landed back on Azriel, you found him already watching you.

"Hi," you croaked.

Azriel stood quickly but quietly, reaching to hand you a glass of water from your bedside. He waited until you were done to speak.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he grabbed the glass back and carefully placed it back on the bedside.

"Okay, better."

"Good." Azriel's voice was cool, crisp—distant. You knew exactly why.

"I'm sorry I scared you." Azriel didn't bother to answer. He sent a warm pulse of love down your bond. A silent recognition.

With a loud shift and a deep groan, Cassian stood from his place on the floor and came to your side. "Hey, sweetheart." He cooed. He was always more open with his affection.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"Nearly noon. You were out for a while." Cassian answers.

"Did either of you sleep?"

Cassian and Azriel share a look.

"No," you answer for them.

With both arms, you moved to sit up in bed. Both males reached out quickly, either trying to help you up or push you back down, you weren't sure. You swatted their hands out of the way regardless, unwilling to feed into their need to mother hen you. "I'm alright." You said softly, and you were pleased that you meant it. Madja had fully healed the pain in your shoulder.

"Madja said you had to take it easy until all the poison makes its way out of your system."

"I will, but that doesn't mean I can't sit up." You chid them.

"Rhys said you got the intel?" Cassian said.

You nodded. "I did."

"And what about the thing that did that?" Azriel asked, pointing to your bandaged shoulder.

"A soldier from Autumn." You answered.

"Is the soldier dead?" Azriel asked. You could hear the threat of violence behind his words.

"Dead." You answer.

Azriel gave a curt nod of his own. "Good."

"I better debrief Rhys," you said as you moved to get up. You stopped as you noticed the look that your mates shared. "Would you like to stay in bed with me, before I do that?" You ask.

"Yes!" Cassian hissed as he quickly climbed into bed with you. Azriel moved around to your other side, flipping your sheets up and sliding in beside you. It was a tight fit for the winged males, but it wasn't the first time the three of you had shuffled into your bed together.

"You're okay," Azriel said softly, his lips ghosting over your temple. You knew he wasn't speaking to yourself.

"I'm okay." You told him.

"You had us terrified last night when the bond went dark." Cassian said as he slipped his arms around you. On your other side, Azriel pressed gentle kisses to your jaw and cheek and neck. Anywhere his lips could reach.

"I know. I'm sorry." Looking into his hazel eyes, you could see the dark circles beneath them. You tangled your hand with his, squeezing tight. "But I'm here, and I'm okay."

"I understand now isn't the time," Azriel began. "But later, we're having a conversation about solo missions."

"A conversation," you answer. "Not a lecture."

Azriel smiled softly. "A conversation."

"I love you." Cassian said.

“I was fine Cass, honest.” You appreciated how worried your friends were but sometimes they could be over dramatic. Especially Cassian. 

“You must be freezing,” Azriel says, freeing you from Cassian’s hold. He slips off your gloves cupping his hands around yours to heat them. “A little,” you giggle at Azriel’s touch. Heat flooding your cheeks at the way he looks at you with such care and gentleness. “Let’s get you warmed up then.” Az rests a scarred hand on your lower back to guide you towards your room for the next few days. 

Cassian opens the door ushering you inside. A fire is already burning bright in the small hearth of the guest room and soft fur blankets are piled on the end of the bed. Your bag rests on a foot stool by the dresser waiting for you to unpack thanks to Mor. 

“Here, let me help,” Azriel unbuttons your coat, sliding it off along with your hat and scarf. All of which are wet from the snow storm outside. Cassian wordlessly strides over to your bag to dig out fresh warm clothes for you. They reluctantly leave you to get settled for a bit since Rhys called them away.  

You climb under the covers still violently shivering from your walk. A knock sounds on the door as you pull a blanket around your shoulders, Az and Cass poke their heads in. “We just wanted to check on you before our next meeting.” Cass says. “And we brought you something.” Az holds up a pair of dark, thick wool socks, the ones you have always been jealous of because they seem so warm. 

Azriel kneels next to your bed gesturing for you to turn to him. You let him slip the socks on your feet as you try to bite back a smile. “Thank you,” you whisper. “You’re welcome.” Az says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. You wished his lips lingered. That his hands weren’t afraid to caress you. You look up at him with bright eyes as the heat fades from your cheeks. 

Cassian ruffles your hair, his large hand lingering comfortably on the back of your head. You hold back from leaning into his grasp. His hand slips from your hair and he longingly looks at his palm. 

Instead of saying anything, Cassian wraps the abandoned blanket snug around your shoulders, and pulls the down blanket, along with two throws over your lap. “Can we get you anything?” Your eyes quickly dart to the book poking out of your bag but you feel too bad to ask for it. Azriel notices as well as his shadows. The little wisps transport it from your bag to your lap making you smile. 

“Warm up, love. We’ll check on you before dinner.” You nod at them as they leave, wishing they would stay and cuddle you. You’ve had dreams where you’re squished between them–some dreams less innocent than others. One day, maybe, you’ll get the courage to say something when you’re not cold and pathetic looking. 

Azriel and Cassian couldn’t focus to save their lives. Their minds focused on you. 

Are you warm yet? Your hands and face were so pale and cold it made them worry. Should they have called for a healer to check you over? 

Too many questions ran through their heads as Rhys and Kal discussed borders and other High Lord duties they could commiserate in. 

Azriel:

Hold me tight (f)(a): Azriel has a nightmare, and you talk him through it.

Nasty bat (f): Azriel annoying you first thing in the morning.

Guardian Angel (f): You have soft, feathery wings that Azriel loves, especially after a long mission when he wants to hide from the world. part 2

Opposites attract (f): You’re messy and unorganized, love staying up late and sleeping in in the morning, so what’s going to happen when you’re forced to work with the shadowsinger, the most disciplined person you’ve ever met? (part 1)

Menace (f): You return home from a long night of partying, and all you want to do is sleep, but your makeup must come off before you do. Azriel has no intention of letting the process be quick.

Pretty Boy (f): Azriel is your pretty boy

All in Your Head (a): You have been working late for the past month with Rhysand, leading to Azriel feeling neglected.

Drama queen (f): Illyrians are just so dramatic sometimes

Nature's A Bitch (a): Reader is on her period and, amidst the crankiness due to a lack of sleep and her hormones going haywire, she says something to Azriel she doesn't mean. Now, she has to apologise.

Loved You First (f)(a): Reader and Azriel are in love with each other but too afraid to admit it. What happens when the reader gets asked out on a date and is seemingly very interested in the guy?

Morning Person (f): Reader is not a morning person, and Cassian becomes the victim of her grumpiness

I Love You More Than I Love You (f): a morning being Azriel's mate with some mumbled morning thoughts that needed further clarification.

The Perfect Date (f): After a long, exhausting week of working, Azriel has the perfect date planned for both of you.

Under the Stars (f): Years ago, you made a pact with Azriel that if the two of you were single in 20 years, you'd marry each other. As you two reflect on this promise years later, Azriel admits something that he has been hiding since that day.

Safe In Your Arms (f): You check in with Azriel to make sure he feels loved and appreciated in your relationship.

Claimed by Shadows (f): Azriel finds out that you are going to be helping your friend Kaelen with a task, and he gets a bit...jealous.

Pain in His Ass (f): You just loveeeeee being a pain in Azriel's well-shaped behind.

ִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊

Cassian:

Morning kisses (f): Yours and Cassian's morning routine

Scarred stars (f): Reader asks Cassian about how he got the scar on his brow.

Being Mated to Cassian (f): a bunch of scenarios of what it's like to be mated to Cassian

A General's Burden (f): After a rough mission at Windhaven, Cassian needs some comforting. His mate is more than happy to be there for him.

ִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊

Rhysand:

Never alone (f)(a): how you support Rhysand under the mountain

ִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊⭒أִׄ˚•𖥔࣪˖⭑₊

Cazriel:

You buried your face in a pillow and whined. Loudly. It was a full-body complaint. Crampy. Hungry. Emotional. Rage-adjacent. All of it rolled into one frustrated sound that made your mate wince.

“Just throw me into the Sidra,” you muttered. “Let me float away and become a bitter little river nymph.”

Cassian laughed, and the absolute nerve of the male, you should grab him by the balls and—

But then he’s crouched in front of you, cupping your cheek with a big warm hand. His other hand rested on your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the tense muscle.

“Do river nymphs get chocolate?” he asks, his voice low and coaxing. “Because I did get this…”

From behind his back, he pulls out a fourth bar of chocolate—the exact kind you wanted. Dark with coconut.

You blinked. “You lied.”

“You’re so cute when you’re being dramatic, I can’t help but poke the bear sometimes,” Cassian said as he grinned.

Before you can thank him or fake being mad just to be a brat, Azriel appears and sets a tray on the coffee table. It holds a mug of tea, a heating pad, your favorite sweater of his, and—

“You made brownies?” you ask, eyes widening.

Azriel gives a small, sheepish nod. “With extra fudge, just the way you like.”

Your eyes well up with tears.

You’re not sure if it’s the pain or the love, but both males freeze like they’re preparing for a flood.

Az crouched beside you next to Cassian and gently smoothed a piece of hair behind your ear. “Is this a good cry or a bad cry?”

You sniffled. “I’m not sure yet.”

Cassian held up the brownie like an offering to a goddess. “Good cry if you eat this?”

You snatched it from him and took a bite so rich it practically melts into your soul. It’s warm. Gooey. Perfect.

“Good cry,” you confirm around a mouthful.

Both males visibly relaxed.

They don’t ask to cuddle. They just move with the easy rhythm of long-practiced affection. Azriel gathered you into his lap on one end of the couch, arranging the heated blanket over you. His hand slid beneath the hem of your sleep shorts to rest against the small of your back, applying gentle, consistent pressure that somehow makes the cramps less agonizing.

Cassian lounged on the other end, pulled your legs across his lap and massaged your calves, his thumb catching a knot in your aching muscles.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” you said, squinting at them with dramatic judgment.

Cassian smirked. “I feel like that’s something I’m going to hear twelve more times today.”

“Twelve?” Az echoed. “Low estimate.”

You elbowed them both half-heartedly. “Don’t bully me”

Cassian leaned over and pressed a kiss to your knee. “We would never. We love you.”

Azriel rested his cheek against your temple. “Even when you’re a hormonal little menace.”

You gasp. “You take that back.”

“You threatened to unmate me this morning because I gave you the wrong spoon,” Az pointed out, calmly sipping his tea.

“It was the big spoon instead of the little spoon. It was offensive,” you said, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

Cassian howled with laughter and you whacked him with a couch pillow. You quickly regretted the action when it sent a new wave of cramps rippling through your abdomen.

You groaned, curling forward.

“Shh, hey,” Az said quickly, rubbing slow circles into your back. “That bad again?”

“Mmhmm.”

Cassian’s hands moved to your thighs, warm and soothing. “Want me to get the balm?”

“Don’t touch me with that minty demon slime again,” you grumbled into Az’s chest. “It burned my uterus last time.”

“I think it just tingled,” Azriel said gently.

“Well why don’t you try it and see if it just tingles?”

Azriel shared a look with Cassian that said, Do not argue. Not today. Cassian wisely nodded and switched tactics, rubbing your calves again with practiced ease.

“You want a bath?” Cassian offers after a moment. “I’ll run it. Real hot. Bubbles, salts, whatever you want.”

“Not now,” you mumbled. “Too sore.”

He cooed and leaned down to kiss the side of your knee again. “Tell me when and I’ll carry you in.”

Azriel hummed. “You should nap.”

You snorted. “Every time I nap, I wake up sweaty and in pain and convinced I’ve missed five appointments I don’t actually have.”

“You haven’t had any appointments in months,” Az said softly.

“Exactly.”

Cassian grinned and shifted slightly, brushing your ankle with the pad of his thumb. “So what’s the plan, General?”

You look at both of them, your two stupidly handsome, frustratingly doting males, and sighed.

“Plan is…” you muttered. “You keep massaging me, Azriel keeps holding me and reads the romance book I love and neither of you are allowed to complain.”

Cass sighed like he’d been sentenced to death.

“Deal,” Azriel said.

You smile, victorious. “Also I want to braid someone’s hair.”

Cassian raises a brow. “Yours?”

“No, yours.”

He arched a brow. “You want to braid my hair?”

“Yes! Oh, and put little bows in it, too. It’ll be so cute!”

Azriel laughed into his fist as Cassian, resigned but smitten, plopped onto the floor in front of you.

You braid Cassian’s hair. Azriel reads your favorite book softly. Cassian starts to open your chocolate while you’re distracted and you complain. He gives you a bite and the homicidal urge dissipates.

“I think so.” He smirks and takes a seat opposite you. “I’ve just received word that most of the female Illyrians in Windhaven have agreed to start training.” “What!” You shout and then shrink back as you recall the quiet sanctuary of the library around you. “What do you mean? Who convinced them?” “You did.” He reaches forward and starts flipping idly through one of the books on the table “Apparently the group you were headed to see in the cottage the other week witnessed that trainee lunge at you and then watched you take him down. Seeing your quick reaction and ability to defend yourself convinced them.” He straightens a little then and starts glancing around your small study space between the shelves. “That’s amazing, I’ll start working with Cassian on a training plan.” You start searching for a pen so you can jot down some ideas. “Hopefully when their training begins news will start spreading to the other camps and we can get those females involved as well.” “Speaking of Cassian.” Rhysand leans forward onto his forearm “Why do you smell like my General?” He grins wickedly at you. “And my Spymaster for that matter.” You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks. “Well, I-, actually what I-” you were sure the blush now tinged your neck and the tips of your ears. “Relax” Rhysand leans back in his chair “It’s none of my business.” He begins picking invisible lint from his shoulder and you smile softly at his little ways of making you more comfortable. You take a deep breath. “Actually you should know.” You exhale to steady yourself. “I was hoping that Cass and Az would be here when you found out, but I’d rather not leave you to jump to your own conclusions.” You glance up to find his eyebrows raised in a ‘who me?’ fashion. “I know that they are mates and, well, I am also their mate.” You bite your lip waiting for his response. His eyes widen in surprise for all of three seconds and then he leans forward on clasped hands. “A triad bond huh.” He reaches a hand into the air, materialises a book from nowhere and begins flicking. “Extremely rare, I’ve actually never met someone in a triad before. I wonder if there are any additional benefits or detriments when compared to a regular bond.” he begins rambling “Of course I’ll mask your scent” Without looking up he clicks his fingers and you feel a ripple of his power wash over you. “You three will make an excellent case study, of course if you’re willing to answer some questions, nothing too personal obviously.” “Wait, you can mask my scent?” You ask. “Of course, who do you think has masked the scent of those two all over each other for centuries? You’ll be able to scent each other but it keeps it covered for others. It’s a tiny piece of my magic, a good way to keep burning it off really.” He replies without looking up from his new research.

“We decided to keep the bond a secret for now, if you’ve been doing it for them why wouldn’t they get you to do it for me right away?” You try to control the level of your voice. Rhysand looks up at you with a levelled stare.

“Y/N, they may be two of the greatest warriors to ever grace the Illyrian legions but they’re still males.” You cock your head to the side trying to understand. “They’re being territorial. They want you to smell like them. Even though it’s stupid and risks the bond being exposed.”

“Oh.” You sit back and feel the blush that just started to fade reappear across your cheeks.

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You walk into your room and find Cassian waiting in the armchair you keep in the corner.

“Finally, I thought I would have to come pull you from the library myself.” He jumps up and scoops you into his arms as your feet leave the ground.

“I got caught up with Rhysand.” You explain as you dip your head down and place a soft kiss to his lips. A flurry of jealousy washes down the bond.

“Really? Rhys?” You raise your eyebrows at him as he sets you back on your feet.

“Sorry.” He chuckles. “Mating bond is still chaffing a little bit.” He runs a hand through his dishevelled hair as he ducks his head.

“Well he knows now, about us I mean.” You gesture awkwardly between the two of you.

“You told him?” He smirks mischievously.

“I didn’t have to, he was curious to know why I smelt like you and your mate” You smack him lightly on the shoulder as you push past and dump your bag at your desk. “Why didn’t you tell me about the scent masking?” 

“Honestly it slipped my mind.” He shrugs. “It’s not like we’ve really left the house so the secret's still safe.”

He crosses the room towards you until you're forced to lean back into the desk to look up at him.

“Also is it so bad that you smell of me and our mate?” He dips down and begins to brush his lips along your neck.

Right. Our mate. The one who’s become increasingly distant. Who trains longer and stays in his study later into the night. The one who let Cassian take over your blade training after one small disagreement.

You drop your head to Cassian’s chest and let a small sigh escape your lips. He lifts your face with gentle fingers under your chin.

“This is about Azriel?” His dark eyes flick between yours.

“What if he’s disappointed Cass? What if he regrets accepting the bond?” You can feel the tears forming in the back of your throat.

“Trust me baby. He doesn’t regret it. He’s just…” His gaze falls to the middle distance above your head, searching for the right words.

“Pushing me away?” It had only been a few weeks and whilst things between you and Cassian had never been better the opposite was true for Azriel. Of course the three of you had fallen into bed together numerous times since the bond clicked. But you couldn’t help but feel like he was only going along with it all for Cassian’s sake.

“Listen, Az and I have been mates for a long time.” He brushes his fingers along your cheek. “We found a way of… managing our relationship. He’s just still trying to figure out how you fit into that.”

“He gave up my training. He no longer visits the library in the afternoons. He stopped consulting me on intel.” You pout not convinced by his words.

“Let me show you something. Do you trust me?” A wicked grin appears on his face.

“Of course.” You straighten, intrigued by the mischievous glint in his eye.

“I need you to block out your bond to Azriel. Just like you’ve been practising.”

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Cassian trails his fingers down your bare ribs, your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you as you focus on keeping the shield in your mind in place.

“Good girl, now if you need me to stop at any point I want you to use the safe word.” He murmurs into your skin as he leaves soft kisses along your hip.

“Safe word?” You squirm a little, eager to have him pay attention to the ache between your legs.

He smirks up at you and though you’ve been bare before him so many times now it still sends a flush across your skin. “A safe word is for whe-”

“I know what a safe word is Cass!” You smack his shoulder for the second time today. “What’s the safe word?”

“Stardust.” He murmurs and then immediately licks a stripe up your core, flicking your clit with his tongue. You throw your head back against the pillow and let out a soft moan.

You’d had lovers before but had never quite found you enjoyed receiving oral the way you did with your thighs wrapped around the head of one of your mates. Their tongues devoured you in ways you’d never experienced before, soft where you needed, hard where it counted and always so warm.

Cassian quickly works you to the edge and you swear small white spots begin to swim behind your closed lids. You feel your core begin to tighten as Cassian quickly pulls away.

You let out a small whine and glare up at him as he holds himself over you, grinning like an idiot.

“Still have that wall in place sweetheart?” He cocks his head to the side. You quickly check the shield between you and Azriel is still in place.

“Yes, but why did you stop?” You pout.

“Good things come to those who wait.” He chuckles, leaning down, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. He kisses you softly, slowly, savouring the moment and you can taste yourself on his lips. Soon his fingers find your sensitive clit and your hips unintentionally grind up to meet his movements. Your hands grab at thick biceps covered in Illyrian swirls, giving you purchase for more movement. You pant in soft moans as Cassian kisses down your chest, reaching a nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He quickly works you to the edge again. 

“Oh god, please” You whine at his assault.

He leaves one nipple to nip at the tight bud of the other and just when you feel like you could shatter he pulls his hand away. “Cass” Your voice a soft whimper at your lost pleasure.

“Do you need me to stop baby girl?” His voice is a soft gravel, almost daring you to ask him to stop.

“No, I need you to not stop.” You give him a small shove and he tumbles to the side pulling you on top of him as he spins.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m giving you exactly what you need.” His eyes sparkle with mischief but you don’t have time to question it as he guides your hips down onto his length. Your head tips back gently with a moan as you adjust to the stretch of him.

It could be centuries and you’d never get used to the feeling of him entering you. His thick length slides into you, filling you completely. You begin to rise on your knees, aching for the friction of him inside you.

“Mmmm, ride me baby, I’m all yours.” Cassian pants beneath you, his eyes screwed shut savouring the feel of you wrapped around him.

You plant your hands on his chest, bouncing up and down as his hips roll to meet yours. Already worked to the edge twice, you can feel the coil tightening inside of you. A series of small whimpers escape your lips as Cassian palms at your hips and your chest. You can feel his head drag across your soft walls, building pressure exactly where you need it. Suddenly Cassian is  coming with a groan. His fingers digging tightly into your hips as you feel him pulse inside you. You bite your lip unsure what to do. You're glad you could bring your mate pleasure but he’d never finished before you, Hel these males usually made you come undone twice before they were finished with you.

“Relax baby girl.” Cassian reaches up and releases your bottom lip with a gentle swipe of his thumb. “I said I’d get you what you needed and I meant it.”

He reaches across the bed to his discarded shirt and begins pulling it over your head.

“Keep that shield in place and go find our mate.” He gives you a wink before helping you off the bed with a small smack to your ass.

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You pad down the hall towards Azriel’s office. The soft glow of the rising moon outside reminding you that you were still yet to eat. And you were hungry, famished, but for something that no food could satiate. Your shadow slides along the wall catching your eye and you wonder what kind of picture you paint right now. Bed tangled hair, Cassian’s oversized shirt falling off one shoulder and his cum slowly sliding down your inner thigh.

You reach Azriel’s door, hold your breath a little and push it open without knocking. He’s bent over his paperwork, hair tousled slightly from running his hands through it, wings slouching a little behind him. At first he doesn’t look up from his work.

“I’ll be just a few more minut-” You see the moment your mingled scents reach him. His whole body stiffens, his head snaps up to take you in, his pupils blow wide like a predator that’s just spotted its favourite prey and the pen in his hand snaps in half.

He moves faster than you've ever seen and has you pinned to the wall in a second.

Azriel leans forward and whispers across your neck “I was wondering what you two were up to when the bonds cut off.”

You can’t even form words as Azriel consumes every sense. His warm body pressed against yours, his right leg nestled against your core. His scent sends your brain into overdrive and all you can manage is a small whimper as you roll your hips against his thigh.

“I can smell his seed on you sweetheart, did he not satisfy you enough?” His voice is deep and rumbling. His wings are flared out behind him blocking you from the empty room as his shadows make agitated swirls along his wings.

“Please Az, he didn’t let me.” You grab the front of his leathers pulling yourself closer to him as your hips continue to find friction on his thigh.

Azriel freezes. He becomes so still you wonder if he’s even breathing. You pull back and find that his eyes are almost completely black, his shadows have slowed to a crawl behind him, like a snake coiled for attack. A shiver runs down your spine as you realise you're staring into the stone cold eyes of the Night Courts Spymaster. You silently berate yourself for wanting him more for it.

He pushes off the wall and you instantly miss the feel of him against you but he slides his fingers around your wrist as he pulls you from the room.

“I’m going to fucking kill him, I swear.” He snarls as he leads you back down the hall to your room.

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Just as Azriel turns to enter the bedroom one of his shadows snaps out and wraps itself around Cassian's neck. 

“You wanted my attention?” Azriel curls his free hand into a fist and the shadow tightens around his airway. Cassian sits up in the bed and attempts to pull the shadow away, struggling for air.

“Now you have it.” Azriel snarls, dropping your wrist and striding towards the bed.

“Az don’t hurt him!” You cry out and try to tug Azriel backwards.

The shadow loosens but remains looped around Cassian's neck. He pulls in gasping breaths that match Azriel's heaving chest as he towers over the end of the bed.

I’m okay baby girl, he’s not going to hurt me. Cassian’s gruff voice enters your mind.

Y/N you should go clean up while I deal with him. With the bond now open Azriel’s cool tone slides into your mind as well.

But- You begin a little unsure but you’re quickly interrupted.

She knows the safe word, she doesn’t have to go anywhere. Cassian sits up straighter glaring at Azriel in challenge.

More of Azriel’s shadows begin to crawl along the bed.

Why does she know the safe word? Azriel seethes.

You stand frozen watching the back and forth between them.

Well I wasn’t going to edge her without the safe word was I? Cassian cocks his head to the side and you swear you see a vein pop in Azriel’s neck.

Azriel spins and you duck a little to avoid his outstretched wings.

“How many times?” His dark eyes now fall to you.

Cassian replies before you can “It was onl-”

The shadow around Cassian’s neck slides onto his face, gagging him. Other shadows pounce from the mattress and swirl around his wrists pinning him down.

“I swear to the Cauldron if you fucking speak again.” Azriel growls over his shoulder. He stands before you, the picture of death. Dark wings splayed across the room, hands balled into fists, muscles strung tight. And you're surprised to find your voice does not waiver as you reply.

“Three times.”

“Y/N it’s up to you if you want to stay or go.” He nods sharply and turns back to face Cassian, giving you the opportunity to slip out of the room without a fuss if needed. Instead you slip past him, climb onto the bed above Cassian’s head and rest against the headboard. Both their eyes trail your movements before Azriel’s land on Cassian again.

“So you think you can take pleasure from my mate and leave her unsatisfied?” Azriel begins loosening the top of his leathers as he paces around the bed. He reaches for the sheet that is still covering Cassian’s bottom half and whips it away.

“Figures you’d be hard again, you always were a fucking whore. Maybe you’ve lost your touch? Couldn’t keep it up long enough for Y/N to get off?” He breathes a sinister chuckle.

A low growl ripples through Cassian’s chest, still gagged and bound by shadows, at the insinuation.

“Would you like to help me teach him a lesson love?” Azriel questions you as he removes the top half of his leathers and undershirt sending muscles rippling.

Your mouth is watering at the sight of him and it’s all you can do to nod dumbly as you reply “Yes please.”

Azriel’s eyes spark in surprise and then the mattress dips beside you as he leans towards you.

“Show me how he used you sweetheart.” His fingers brush gently down the length of your jaw.

You send the images flickering down the bond – of Cassian’s mouth on you, his hands bringing you to the edge and finally of you riding atop him.

Azriel’s eyes are completely black as they flick between yours. Wordlessly he reaches for you and pulls you into his arms. Cut him off baby girl. His deep voice curls in the back of your mind as his soft lips brush against yours. You do as he says, lifting a shield between your mind and Cassian’s.

Cassian’s throat rips open in snarls from where he lays on the bed with the two of you kneeling before him. Your eyes flick across to him, your heart constricting at his distress and you immediately want to reach out to him.

He’s okay. Azriel’s fingers find their way under your chin turning your attention back to him. He’s just swearing at me profusely for cutting him off. First I want to take care of you. He begins to trail kisses down your neck. Then we can deal with him.

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Cassian watches from the top of the bed as Azriel positions you on all fours. You’re faced towards him, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. Cauldron he wishes he wasn’t bound right now.

Give her back. Cassian growls down the bond at Azriel. Furious he’s been shut out from your mind, from your emotions, with you so close.

You can have her back when I think you deserve it. Azriel snarls as he slides into you from behind. Cassian watches your breath catch, feels you clench at the sheets beneath them and he’s slowly going mad. He struggles against the shadows that pin his wrists to the bed and attempts to shift the shadows that bind his mouth. He’s never been so close to safe wording before. Your proximity but infinite distance pulls and frays at every instinct he has.

Azriel has set a hard and fast pace, bringing you to the edge that Cassian refused to tip you over. And as you come undone with panting whimpers, Cassian bucks his hips into the air with a muffled groan, failing to find the friction his leaking cock is begging for.

Azriel slides out of you, cock still hard and glistening from your release. That’s how you pleasure my mate Cassian. Azriel’s growl filters through the bond.

Fuck you, she’s mine too. Cassian bites back, the only way he can right now.

Oh no, I think I’ll fuck you. He smirks darkly. Eventually.

Azriel gives you a small nod and you crawl forward towards Cassian, and Hel if he was standing he would have gone to his knees at the sight.

Your plush lips wrap around his head and he throws his head back against the pillow, a groan escapes between clenched teeth. Fuck this might be all he needs to survive, forget food and water he’ll live off your touch alone if he needs to.

Your head bobs up and down his length and he can feel the pleasure building. Can feel his muscles tightening, ready to pump his release down his pretty mates throat.

Suddenly Azriel has his hand wrapped in the hair at the nape of your neck pulling you off him with a small pop.

“Good girl, that’s enough.” Azriel purrs into your ear before capturing your mouth with his, sliding his tongue along your lower lip.

Cassian’s chest rises and falls in deep pants. Release me now Azriel or I swear to the Cauldron I’l-

You’ll what? Azriel cocks his head to the side. You’re not really in any position to be making demands.

Azriel releases you then to lie back on the bed. He looms over Cassian, face hovering only inches away, wings flared wide behind him almost blacking out the room. You have a pretty face General, but I want to hear those pretty noises to match. He punctuates his remark by sliding two long fingers inside Cassian.

Cassian’s skin already feels like it’s on fire and Azriel’s assault on that spot inside him might just cause him to combust. He simultaneously wants to throw Azriel through the nearest wall and kiss his stupidly handsome face. Azriel hadn’t let himself take control like this since they had accepted the mating bond with Y/N and Cassian had finally found the right buttons to press -  Y/N’s. Now he was both reaping the benefits and paying the price for it.

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You lay beside your mates as you take in Azriel at work. The bulge of his arms, the scars that litter his torso criss-cross with Illyrian swirls, the half smirk that graces his lips as he pulls whimpers from Cassian.

Azriel’s eyes are still clouded in darkness, wholly focused on the task at hand which now appears to be Cassian’s punishment.

Long fingers slide in and out of Cassian, stretching him open with every pass. You want to reach out to him, to open the bond and allow your emotions to mingle with his but you don’t want to go against Azriel’s command. This was the control that Cassian had alluded to. The side of Azriel they had kept away from you. The night you found out about the mating bond comes back to you...

‘ You don’t scare me, Shadowsinger. You let admiration flow through the bond along with your words. In a blink of an eye Azriel is crowded over you, arms braced on the sides of your chair.

Really? He smirks down at you in challenge ‘

Should you be afraid right now? Azriel hovers over Cassian propped on an elbow. One hand thrusting inside him the other pulling at the hair from the top of his scalp. He’s grinning down at Cassian’s muffled cries like he might just sink his teeth into his flesh to make him cry out more. His wings a flare out dimming the room and the shadows that hold Cassian down are joined by others that swirl along the bed, slide over muscled bodies, until they appear to be drowning in darkness. 

But Cassian doesn’t fight for the surface, his head is thrown back as moans of pleasure reverberate through his chest like he’d willingly give his last breath for Azriel to keep going. Suddenly you watch Cassian stiffen, his eyes shooting open as Azriel stills. You’re sure more violent words are exchanged between them as Azriel once again denies Cassian of his release.

Your skin tingles at the sight and without an ounce of fear, you realise that maybe you want to drown in the darkness too.

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Cassian’s eyes flick to you as you move across the bed but you keep your gaze locked to Azriel. You slide a hand across his shoulder and he rises at your gentle command, settling onto his knees. Your focus never wavers as you settle yourself across Cassian’s waist towards the shadowsinger. His grin is gone and he watches your every movement carefully. You let your eyes wander down his toned chest, watch his abs flex under your gaze before landing on his thick length. Azriel’s hard cock brushes his stomach, the thick vein running along the underside revealed to you. His cock hovers only inches from Cassian’s which is flushed red as you watch a bead of precum swell at the tip. With them both straining before you, you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to take them both at the same time. To have them filling you, stretching you -

Oh sweetheart, say the word and your wish is my command. Azriel purrs. Your eyes flick to meet black ones as you lift yourself from your perch on Cassian’s chiselled torso, giving him the perfect view of your ass, before sinking down on his length. His hips make a feeble attempt to meet yours but Azriel is upon you, strong calloused hands gripping your hips and holding you down.

Azriel’s mouth captures yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip. His rough hands explore your body, sliding over soft skin and cupping your breasts. You let out a small whimper at the all consuming sensation of one mate stretching you open while the other runs expert hands along every nerve. Azriel pulls back, a short growl rolling from his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You pant softly. “He won’t keep quiet.” His eyes flick over your shoulder momentarily at Cassian. The lord of bloodshed was never one to go quietly, so you can only imagine what he’s throwing down the bond at Azriel right now. Azriel takes up your hands in his and places them on his shoulders. He leans forward, lips brushing your neck and murmurs “Hold on sweetheart.” Your fingers flex into thick muscle as he leans into you.

“You want more General?” He snarls over you before lifting Cassian’s hips slightly. The movement forces him even deeper inside you and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Without warning Azriel slams into him. Cassian lets out a muffled cry that you hope is more pleasure than pain.

“Is that enough for you?” Azriel chuckles darkly. Azriel’s large hands envelop your waist once more as he guides you up and down on Cassian in time with his own thrusts. You let yourself go, let Azriel use your body to pleasure Cassian as all you can focus on is your own. When you find yourself on the edge again Azriel’s gentle purr is there.

Drop your shield, let him feel all of you Y/N.

You do as he says, dropping your mental shield and finally opening the bond to Cassian again. A flood of emotion washes over you, of relief, anger, envy, happiness all swirling together but the prevailing sense of lust is all consuming.

Cassian’s emotions tangling with your own is overwhelming and that coil building inside of you snaps. You fall willingly into the dark abyss of your release. Seeing you reach your climax has both of your mates falling after you and soon the only sound in the room is the mix of panting breaths.

Azriel recalls his shadows and immediately Cassian claims you. He grabs your sides and twists you towards him, lips laying kisses to any piece of skin in his reach.

Y/N? Cassian’s low timbre reverberates in your mind, soft and timid.

I’m here Cass. You run your fingers through his soft hair, doing your best to calm him. Are you okay?

Never better sweetheart. His fingers trace circles on your back. Just need you here. Need you close.

Having the bond cut off had obviously taken a toll on him, like a carrot on a stick Azriel had dangled you in front of him the entire time.

You are far tastier than a carrot my love. I just need a few minutes to recentre. Also I’m afraid if I let you go I’ll make good on some of the nastier promises I made Az. His broad chest bounces beneath you with his chuckle.

Yes you were starting to get rather creative towards the end there. Azriel chuckles along with him. I’ll get you both some water.

Azriel’s weight lifts from the bed as you lean down and kiss Cassian softly.

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So, this is what you’ve both been keeping from me? You slowly trace the Illyrian tattoos along Cassian’s chest with your fingertips. He ponders the ceiling for a moment before responding.

When we first met Azriel at the Illyrian camps, he was untrained, never learnt to fly and had a darkness that trailed after him. His mouth quirks with a smile, obviously remembering the time fondly. However your bottom lip juts out in a pout, recalling why it was so in the first place.

After bein- Cassian paused for a moment After the childhood he had, having never known a sense of control, his untamed power would just take over. He ended up in twelve fights in his first week at camp.

Cassian leaned down, absentmindedly brushing his lips to the top of your head.

Shortly after the mating bond snapped we discovered a way for him to manage. An outlet that gave him full control when he felt himself slipping into the darkness. Everyone thought his new friendship and proximity to the future High Lord was the cause of the change. That he was now able to maintain focus, control and wield his power better than ever. Only Rhys and I knew the truth.

It was very generous of you, to become that for him. You smile softly.

Cassian breaks out into a deep laugh, the vibrations tingling your skin.

Oh no, it wasn’t generosity at all. He grins widely. My horny ass got me caught out after Az got in a fight with Rhys one night. His eyes went dark, shadows flying, solid muscle straining in flight leathers. He looked as if death came to walk the earth and I got fucking hard. He laughs again at himself. Az scented it and jumped me, Rhys couldn’t winnow away fast enough. I guess you could say the darkness called to me.

I think I know the feeling. You giggled to yourself. Cassian raised a hand to your chin, pulling your eyes to his dazzling grin still wide.

And that is why we are made for each other my love. He pulls you in for another lingering kiss.

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Azriel softly pads back to the bedroom with two glasses in hand. He’d stopped at his room to throw on soft pants and a light shirt even though he didn’t want to be away from either of you for a second. It felt strange not being the one comforting Cassian right now but he knew that Y/N was what he needed. Especially after he had made her withhold the bond. Azriel pulls his bottom lip between sharp teeth. He has to admit that was dark, even for him. But Cassian never truly wavered and that scared him a little. One day he was going to do something that caused Cassian to truly snap and there would be no going back.

Azriel reaches your bedroom door and takes in the sight of his mates tangled together. Y/N half sprawled over Cassian, hair fanned across his chest. Cassian’s hand resting possessively on your hip, holding you to him even as you rested in a state between sleep and awake. He doesn’t know how long he stands there taking them in. Gods they look like they were made for eachother. Like they were poured from the Cauldron in the same moment and have only now found their way back to each other. Both so beautiful, strong and filled with light.

He catches one of his shadows sliding along the bed to you both and his heart freezes. In your combined blooms of light his shadow is the thorny vine. The weed that is pruned as to not cause destruction and decay to the beauty.

Azriel stumbles back towards the hall. How did he not see it? For so long he thought the Cauldron had made a mistake in giving him Cassian. And of course he never deserved a second mate, especially not one as brilliant as Y/N. And now here was the proof.

Perhaps he was a placeholder until you and Cassian could meet? Perhaps he was a mistake altogether? Whatever the reason, he saw it clearly now. He didn’t belong between you, he was a burden to be shouldered and you both deserved so much more. You deserved each other. He slipped from the room completely.

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It’s the suffocating warmth that has you rolling away from Cassian. You’re sure he runs ten degrees hotter than any normal being. You slide your fingers along the sheets searching for the cool touch of your shadowsinger, only to come up empty. You sit up scanning the dark room but don’t find a single shadow out of place.

Azriel never returned with the waters he promised and there are no glasses on the bedside table to suggest he returned at all. Cassian mumbles into the pillow beside you as you pull his discarded shirt over your head for the second time tonight. You swing your legs off the bed and pad down the hall.

You approach the dim light of the kitchen to find a note pinned beneath a blade on the kitchen counter. Panic begins to set in, your heart pounding in your chest. You hear a commotion down the hall and pray to the Cauldron that it’s Azriel who will appear to quiet the noise pulsing in your head.

But it’s Cassian who stumbles into the kitchen next to you. Sensing your distress he’d obviously lept from the bed only pausing long enough to collect his underwear and a blade.

“What’s wrong?” He pants eyes darting around the room, assessing for a threat. You nod towards the note on the counter not trusting your voice.

He approaches it cautiously, as if it could jump from the surface and attack at any moment. He pushes the blade aside, picks up the note and reads it in the time it takes for you to figure out how to breathe again.

You watch as Cassian’s wings fall. The tips dragging on the ground. He reads the note again as if that will change anything about its contents.

His hand falls and he steps towards you, handing you the note.

“He’s gone.” His low voice rumbles.

My love,

Forgive me. I hope this letter remains in one piece long enough for you to read but I can understand if you do not grant me such a privilege. I never thought I would need to say goodbye to you, as you are my home. But I can not jeopardise your safety, Y/N’s safety, any longer.After centuries my darkness still remains unpredictable and for so long you have been its balm. Somehow you have kept the shadows inside me at bay. 

But now my darkness threatens your new light. Y/N is everything you have always deserved. She is warmth, calm, serenity and whilst I wish beyond anything to bask in that light along with you I cannot take that risk.

I know I do not have the right to ask anything of you now but I beg of you to take care of her. Be her protector where I cannot, be the strength she needs and the mate I cannot be. Until my last breath I will be yours.

Always. Azriel.

“He’s gone.” You manage to choke out.

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Azriel scratches another line into the rough rock wall. Three months. It’s been three months since he left and he’s not sure how he’s still breathing.

Originally he planned to flee the Night Court entirely, settle far away perhaps on the continent. But he couldn’t bring himself to even cross the border.

He could stay close, he told himself. He could embody the shadows that are loyal to him, become a part of the darkness. From this small cave in the mountainside he could watch over Velaris, monitor for danger. Maybe one day he’d even have the strength to return to the city, moving between the shadows only to catch a glimpse of his mates on an errand. 

He could see it now, Cassian trailing after Y/N complaining about carrying all of the gifts you’d buy for Starfall. You’d give some witty reply and then stand on tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.

Starfall. It was tonight. Azriel’s eyes traced the sky as if he’d already catch a glimpse of those dazzling lights in the waning evening light. He’d never been apart from Cassian on this night, he’d never even had the chance to properly spend it with Y/N. But you had each other and you would be safe from him. 

He rubs at his chest. His heart straining behind his ribs, as if it feels betrayed by him, as if it will leave him here in this cave and return to his mates alone. Azriel takes a steadying breath and steps back into the darkness of the cave. He wouldn’t go back. They were better without him.

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You stood on the balcony of the eerily quiet House of Wind. On Starfall your home was usually a buzz of activity but this year Rhysand had moved the festivities to his river house to give you some peace and quiet.

But the quiet was suffocating as you stood alone. One mate was missing and the other…

Cassian had become a shadow of himself. After Azriel left he trained less, took on less missions from Rhys and eventually stopped leaving his room.

Every morning you bought him food, every evening you curled up with him and told him of your day but you could feel him slipping from you.

His once dark black wings had begun to fade to an ashy grey. On the days he dressed his sirens remained dull and lifeless. You were lost on what more you could do. You were losing him.

Tears roll down your cheeks and reflect the first tumbling lights of Starfall. An all encompassing sadness washes over you, your lungs becoming tight and it slowly becomes harder to breathe. It was as if your emotions were too much for one person to hold.

Your breath catches in your throat. It couldn’t be?

Azriel? You reach out.

After months of Azriel having the bond shutdown you didn’t realise when he’d crept back in. You try to reach for more but you feel his presence sliding away.

No. He had to stay. You couldn’t keep going on like this. You throw down the bond the one thing that might get him to stay.

I think Cassian is dying. You let out a sob. Azriel he’s fading and I don’t know what to do.

One moment you're watching the stars fall from the sky, the next they’re blacked out by a pair of wings high above you. The Illyrian drops sharply from the sky and lands heavily next to you, vibrations sent rumbling through the stone.

“Az?” You whisper.

Azriel straightens from his landing. He looks disheveled, hair askew, dark circles permanently embedded under even darker eyes.

“I know I don’t deserve-“ he doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “What’s wrong with him? Was he poisoned? Injured?” He stares out over the balcony and you can see his jaw clench.

“You left.” You growl out.

“That’s not important right no-“ He snarls

“No! You. Left. Azriel. That’s what’s wrong with him.” You throw the images down the bond. Cassian slumped in his chair. Of his fading complexion. Wings barely lifted from the floor.

Azriel flinches at the sight. Then he finally looks at you. Tears welling in his eyes.

“I had to Y/N.” He swallows thickly. “My nature is literally the depths of darkness. I skate a thin line of control and I can’t afford to fall from that ledge now that there is you.”

“Az-“ You move to step toward him.

“No.” Azriel shakes his head and side steps further from you. “You don’t understand. Cassian is whole and good and light. He is the moon. And you. You are his stars. You are two of the same. Meant for each other.” He grips the balcony's ledge so tightly the scars of his hands bloom white. Your emotions are at war inside you. You are furious that he left, joyful that he has returned and heart broken that he doesn’t see himself the way you do.

“If Cassian is the moon and I am the stars then Azriel you are our night sky.” You move to him now, resting your hands lightly on his forearm. The note he left that night beginning to make sense. “Your darkness doesn’t dim our light, it’s the reason for our brightness. Your darkness is the blanket in which we rest, the sanctuary in which we relied upon.” You take a steadying breath.

You begin to step back, to give him some space “But if your heart does not beat for us the way-“

Azriel’s hand snaps to your wrist and suddenly you find yourself wrapped in his arms, your face burrowed in his chest. His lips brush against the top of your head.

“Do not. For a second. Insinuate that I don’t think of you both in every second of every day.” You hold him infinitely closer at his words.

Time stretches on between you as you stand in each other's arms. Eventually you pull back.

“I need to tell Cassian that you’re here.” Azriel releases you from his arms and immediately you want to go back to him.

“You will stay?” You ask wary that as soon as you turn he will disappear again.

He nods. “I’ll wait to see him.”

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The door clicks closed on Cassian’s room as you step back into the hall. You find Azriel there waiting for you.

“He said” you pause.

“He doesn’t want to see me.” Azriel finishes unsurprised.

“Yes.” You admit quietly.

“It’s okay Y/N. He’s always been a stubborn ass.” His lips lift in a soft smirk. “I deserve much worse.” His wings fall and he turns to walk back down the hall. You quickly follow not wanting to let him out of your sight.

He pulls a chair out from the dining table and slumps into it. Instead of taking a seat of your own, you move to stand between his legs. He welcomes you into his space, hands finding your hips as your fingers brush across a stubbled jaw.

“I want to stay.” He whispers, dark eyes meeting yours.

“Then stay Azriel.” You whisper back. Letting your fingers trail across his face, committing every line and freckle to memory.

“How will you forgive me?” He turns to brush his lips along your palm. “How will he?”

“Just give it some time Azriel. He needs to know that you are staying for good. That you are committed to this.” You can’t bring yourself to say that you need it too, but you can see in Azriel’s eyes that he understands.

You stand in peace for a moment. Azriel was far from forgiven but he was here, back in your arms, back where he belonged.

“I’ll take the dedication.” Azriel nods after a moment, as if all is decided.

“The dedication?” You take a half step back trying to read his face.

“It’s an old Illyrian custom, the greatest act of commitment of one Illyrian to another.” He stands from the chair and takes your hands in his.

“It’s a sacrifice I will make for him and for you. I don’t expect either of you to forgive me right away but it’s a start.” His eyes are determined as they flick between yours.

He brings your hands to his lips and kisses each of them gently.

“I have to go to Windhaven. But I’ll be back soon.” He releases your hands and goes to move away.

“Wait.” You put a hand to his chest. “If this dedication is so important why haven’t you or Cassian taken it before?”

“Cassian wouldn-” He pauses. “It’s an outdated tradition. It’s rarely completed anymore. But I promise Y/N.” He steps forward and places a light kiss to your cheek “I’ll be back.”

He disappears over the closest balcony and a sinking feeling won’t leave your gut. Azriel is desperate to fix things between the three of you. What if this dedication is dangerous? What if he doesn’t return because he no longer can?

Azriel had said it was an old tradition no a sacrifice, but of what? He said that Cassian wouldn’t… No. This is bad. Whatever this dedication was Cassian didn’t want it from Azriel, which meant it was definitely dangerous. And Cassian was in no state to stop him. You did the only thing you could think to do.

Rhysand!

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Rhys arrived at the house only moments later, his deep velvet suit twinkling with the lights of Starfall. Within the Night Court you could usually always reach him, but given recent events he had been extra vigilant of you and Cassian.

“I’m sorry to pull you from your family tonight.” You apologise.

“You are all part of my family. Is he okay?” Rhys tilts his head in consideration.

“Cass is fine. What’s the dedication?” You rush out.

“What? How do you know about dedication?” He looks at you with wide eyes and gods that cannot be good.

“Azriel’s back. Cassian wouldn’t see him and he’s gone to Windhaven to take the dedication. What is it? Is it another Rite?” The more you talk the whiter Rhys’ face becomes. And then he’s furious.

“That fucking fool.” Rhysand’s wings burst forth and he pivots heading back the way he came, to the stairs to the rooftop.

“Rhys?” You rush after him, taking the stairs two at a time.

“The dedication is an ancient Illyrian tradition. Usually performed by females.” His low growls echo through the stone stairwell. “It’s the ultimate act of submission of one Illyrian to another.”

Your stomach rolls at the implications. If the Illyrians no longer performed this dedication then it had to be truly barbaric.

“What act?” You pant out as Rhys reaches the door to the roof.

He turns to you briefly, “He’s going to remove his wings.”

You freeze. Your body literally locks into place at the top of stairs as Rhysand bursts onto the roof and takes flight, disappearing into the night sky.

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You don’t know how long you stand there, frozen in place. Azriel was going to remove his wings? Maybe they were already gone?

No. You couldn’t think like that. But why did he think you’d want that? Cassian wouldn’t want that, would he?

A thousand more questions run through your mind before your trance is broken by the appearance of two bodies in the sky above you.

Suddenly one body shoves away from the other and two pairs of Illyrian wings are silhouetted by the lights of Starfall.

Thank the Cauldron. Rhysand had reached him in time. You can hear their shouts of arguing far above you, but you can’t make out what’s being said.

You take the moment to reach out to Cassian.

Cass. You feel his warmth wrap around your mind. It always felt like being rugged up near a crackling fire when he reached for you. Azriel took off to Windhaven to take the dedication. He’s okay. Rhysand brought him back. All the warmth leached from your mind and you felt his side of the bond go cold. You let out a breath. You’d deal with that issue later, you could only handle one problem at a time right now.

Rhysand and Azriel were finally gliding back to the roof, both looking furious. As Azriel’s feet touch down you’re almost sent tumbling by a black blur flying past you. Cassian collides heavily with Azriel, sending his back slamming into the wall of the house.

Cassian, now dressed in full Illyrian leather's red sirens flaring brighter than you had seen in weeks, has Azriel pinned with a forearm to his chest.

“What the fuck are you thinking.” He snarls.

Azriel doesn’t even attempt to fight back, he allows himself to be held against the wall, wings flared on either side.

Rhysand takes quick stock of the situation like he’s seen this scenario play out a hundred times before and maybe he had. His eyes find yours and you give him a small nod, giving your thanks and letting him know that you’ll be okay. Rhys takes to the sky once again, returning to his family at the River House.

“You don’t get to reappear after three months and then take off to Windhaven for the dedication!” You’d never seen the fury in Cassian directed at Azriel before.

“What were you going to do huh?” He doesn’t wait for Azriel to respond. His voice raises as he becomes more desperate “Go through all that pain, retrain for weeks to adjust to the change in balance, just to rejoin a battle and leave yourself vulnerable? You enter a ward and you don’t winnow out! Did you think about that? That you wouldn’t be able to leave the ground anymore? That you wouldn’t be able to get out? That you wouldn’t be able to get her out?” Cassian tosses his head back in your direction. Azriel's eyes flick from Cassian to you and you can tell he hadn’t thought about it. That type of combat was Cassian’s forte. Those are the things that Cassian would always think about first.

“For what Azriel?” He lifts his forearm and slams it back into his chest.

“For you!” Azriel finally shouts back. “For you and for her. I would gladly deliver my wings to you on a silver platter if it meant you would even look in my direction again.”

“What?” Cassian steps back stunned.

“I left because I thought you’d both be better off without me.” Azriel pushes from the wall.

An image of you and Cassian tangled in bed together floods your vision and you realise it’s from the night Azriel left. You watch as his attention is drawn to one of his shadows crawling towards your resting figures and you know that's the moment he decided to leave.

You immediately answer with a memory of your own. With the conversation that directly preceded Azriel’s perspective.

He looked as if death came to walk the earth and I got fucking hard. Casian laughs at himself. Az scented it and jumped me, Rhys couldn’t winnow away fast enough. I guess you could say the darkness called to me.

I think I know the feeling. You giggled to yourself. Cassian raised a hand to your chin, pulling your eyes to his, dazzling grin still wide.

And that is why we are made for each other my love. He pulls you in for another lingering kiss.

You let the memory fade and you’re all brought back to the roof.

“You said we were the moon and the stars,” Cassian cocks his head in consideration as you step forward. And you already know you’ll have to fill him in on that conversation later. “But left to our own devices we burn each other out. You are the diffuser. You are the solace that cradles the light, that controls the burn.” You take his hand in yours, letting all the love and concern you have for him slide down the bond.

“If you thought she was made for me and I for her you were wrong.” Cassian’s voice is hoarse from the yelling. “We were made for you.”

Azriel’s eyes well with tears.

“And you walked away.” Cassian turns back to the house, all the fight now depleted from him.

Azriel bows his head in defeat.

“Cassian.” Azriel begs.

Cassian stills halfway to the door.

“I want to come home.” Azriel’s voice breaks.

“Then come home.” Cassian tosses over his shoulder before striding back into the house.

---------------------------------------------------------------------- a/n: So I think I'm incapable of writing a happy endings at this point, but Part 3 maybe?

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He rolls his eyes, a small tilt of his lips as he squeezes your hips and then lets you go as you walk toward the doors. You open them and follow the soft chatter to the kitchen. As you both round the corner, Cassian grins at you both and Nesta leans up from taking something out of the oven.

“Y/n! You got Az to come…”

She flushes at the small insinuation and you both giggle.

“That’s the idea.”

You walk further into the kitchen to help her, with whatever she is definitely going to burn as Azriel takes a seat beside Cassian at the bar, both bat boys watching over you.

“What are we attempting?”

“I was trying to make cookies. The chocolate chip ones turned out great, but I keep burning the sugar cookies.”

“We can fix that,” you roll the sleeves of your cream sweater up and Nesta grins, handing you a bowl of mixture.

“Let me get the wine!”

Hours and lots of mishaps later, you giggle as you and Nesta lead the boys upstairs. The boys drank whiskey as you both took the kitchen over and watched heatedly as you and Nesta began to dance with each other.

Nesta leads you all to a large bedroom with an even larger bed in the middle of the open room. She turns and arches a beautiful eyebrow at you.

“So what are the rules? They can make their own, but whatever happens tonight I don’t want it to affect our friendship.”

You think not for a moment.

“I think it would be nice to start with us and then switch like we talked about. I just don’t want anyone touching his wings.”

“I don’t want Cass to come in you or likewise.”

You nod in agreement, face flushing at the provocativeness of the situation.

Nesta must take note of your embarrassment and soon traces a fingernail down the side of your face, causing you to shiver. 

The room aura automatically changes and you become very aware that the two behind you are watching intently from chairs in front of the fireplace. 

“Why don’t we get comfortable?”

Heat blasts through you and the alcohol courses through you like liquid courage. You shake your head and slowly pull your sweater over your head. 

Nesta follows soon after and you can hear the whoosh of escaped air come from behind you. You smirk, knowing what you’re doing to the two warriors and keep undressing with Nesta until you both are bare.

You take a moment to admire her, unsure if this is the last time you two will ever experiment like this. 

It’s not like you didn’t know she was beautiful. That much was obvious. However, you didn’t realize how devastatingly beautiful she’d be naked. Not a blemish on her. Very different from your calloused hands and burnt arms from the bakery.

As if she knows, she gently takes your hand and places it on her hip.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just us friends here…”

She cautiously leans forward, watching your face as she gently pecks your lips. You jolt, even though it was expected and blush ferociously. The males behind you groan in sync and Nesta grins devilishly. 

“Let’s give them a show.”

She suddenly grasps a handful of your hair and crashes her lips against yours. 

Heat overwhelms you and you find yourself pulling her hips closer to your own, desperate for any kind of friction. 

A sudden nip at your throat as she pulls back and you gasp, allowing her to infiltrate the wet orifice. 

You imagined it would be different with a woman, but where Azriel is hard, overwhelming muscle, Nesta is delicately soft and toned. A true feminine warrior. Nesta is ferocious, both of your hands exploring one another’s bodies, and only when you two are pulled apart do you stop. 

Cassian pulls you close against his naked chest and leans down, a shiver wracking your body as he whispers in your ear.

“Look at them.”

Your eyes trail over to the bed where Azriel stalks Nesta as she falls back onto the comforter, almost looking hesitant. That look soon disappears as she sees his arousal.

Cassian’s hard body is warm against your back and you can feel his own arousal through his underwear, the only barrier between you two. His head remains beside yours and his hands go between stroking your sides and tweaking your nipples as you watch Azriel climb onto the bed.  

“Do you like watching your mate finger Nesta while I play you? Sharing is caring after all.”

His voice is husky in your ear and you lean into his chest as his long fingers glide over your slit in rhythm to Azriel’s foreplay.

Nesta throws her head back into the pillows and moans beautifully as he adds another finger.

“Hold your legs open.”

Nesta obeys and you feel your own thighs clench as you see her core fully on display. Azriel flashes a smirk over his shoulder at the small noise you make and then turns his attention back to her. Curse your mating bond, he knows exactly what you want to see.

Just as Azriel directs Nesta to climb on top of him as he lays down, Cassian thrusts his finger inside you, thumb circling your clit expertly. Your legs almost give out, but Cassian chuckles and holds you up with his other meaty forearm.

His lips nibble at your ear lobe and you moan as Nesta sinks onto Azriel’s cock.

“Watch how good my mate is at riding his cock Y/n. Tell me, how badly do you want mine?”

“Cass please…”

Azriel growls from across the room, but your attention remains on Cassian. The way your head is tilted you can just barely see his smug features.

“Why don’t we go give them some of our attention beautiful.”

Cassian picks you up swiftly, extracting his fingers and licking them quickly. Nesta hisses as she watches your approach, rhythm never stopping as she rides Azriel, hands grabbing his chest.

Cassian plops you down on the bed and you turn your head to watch as he quickly sheds his underwear, stroking his thick cock and tilting his head mischievously as he does so. He’s much thicker as Azriel has more length. My how both you and Nesta skimped on the details.

“Kiss them.”

You lean up quickly and pull Nesta’s mouth into yours. It’s all teeth and tongue, but the boys seem to enjoy it.

“Now him, but keep your ass in the air beautiful.”

You pull away, both of you panting and crawl up the bed to lean over Azriel, allowing your ass to be on full display. Azriel’s eyes are entirely black and he smirks as you lower your mouth to his, letting your tongue explore his mouth once more.

Your hand moves to rub his chest with Nesta, but a harsh slap to your ass makes you pull away quickly, yelping in the process.

Both Nesta and Azriel whine in approval.

“I didn’t say you could touch them.”

You pull your body up so you're on your hands and knees and throw a look back at Cassian, who swallows thickly.

“Then do something about it.”

Azriel huffs from beside you and without a warning, Cassian grips your hips and thrusts into you in one go. A loud moan falls frown your mouth and you collapse onto Azriel’s outstretched hand, shivering at the inundation of pleasure.

“Say that again, I dare you.”

His thrusts are vicious, and you turn your head to watch Nesta time her own thrusts with Cassian’s. Azriel’s other hand plays with her clit and she plays with her own nipples as she throws her head back in pleasure.

A smack to your rear brings you back to your own demise and you look back at Cassian. His eyes are wild and he snarls as you give him a wicked smirk, quickly pulling you up against his chest by your shoulders and wrapping one hand around your throat, absolutely railing into you.

His rhythm keeps you on the brink of pain, but you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on. 

“That’s right Y/n, take what I give you and watch as Nesta makes your man come.”

Nesta lets out a shrill scream and then quickly falls off of Azriel, her hands taking over. Azriel in turn throws his head back and after a few pumps from Nesta spills all over his stomach. 

Your stomach clenches and you close your eyes, feeling your own release coming much quicker than theirs thanks to Cassian’s brutal pace. 

“Me too darling…”

He bites your neck and makes tight circles with his other hand around your clit, sending you quickly over the edge. Your entire body tightens and you almost black out from the ecstasy you feel. Cassian growls as you tighten around him and quickly pulls out of you, turning you around and pushing you down onto the bed.

He jerks himself quickly over top of you and then ropes of come land in your opened mouth and across your chest as he hisses his completion. 

You swallow what you can and let him fall beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You shiver uncontrollably and glance at the others. 

Nesta is closest to you as Azriel holds her against his chest, both facing you two and watching you with identical impressed expressions. 

A few moments later, Azriel hands Cassian a washcloth and he sits up, gently cleaning himself and you off. Once finished, both men stand and switch sides after kissing both Nesta and yourself gently.

As soon as Azriel crawls in behind you, you relax into his body like a puzzle. A perfect fit.

“You did so well Little Shadow.” You purr at the affirmation and watch as Cassian seems to do the same. Nesta smiles at him, but soon interlocks her legs with your own, inevitably pulling you and Azriel closer.

Nesta rubs her nose against yours and you give each other a sleepy smile.

“Better than expected?”

“Absolutely.”