warnings: none, reader is an over thinker for nothing. short n sweet!
a/n: written for day 2 of @polysjmweek
Your hands trembled slightly as you walked between your mates—Cassian on your left, Azriel on your right, their warmth a reassuring contrast to the cold panic settling in your bones.
A throuple mating bond was rare. Unheard of, even.
Would the High Lord believe it? Would they think it was all some ploy to get close to the General and Spymaster of the Night Court?
What if they didn’t approve? What if they thought it was too brazen? If the High Lord insisted that you must pick one to uphold the image of the royal family?
Cassian must have sensed the spike of anxiety rolling off you, because his fingers found yours, squeezing gently. “You’re shaking, sweetheart.”
You let out a nervous laugh. “Can you blame me?”
Azriel, always attuned to your emotions, brushed a soothing hand down your back. “We told you, they’ll love you. You have nothing to worry about.”
“You don’t know that,” you mumbled.
Azriel’s expression softened, but it was Cassian who stopped in his tracks, his grip on your hand tightening. “Hey.” You turned to find his hazel eyes burning with conviction. “You’re ours. No one gets to question that. Not even our family.”
Azriel nodded, shadows curling around his shoulders as if they had their own points to add to the conversation. “And if they do question it, we’ll handle it. Together.”
The love in their gazes, the unwavering devotion—it was enough to steady you.
And so, with a deep breath, you let them continue guiding you to the River House.
Laughter spilled from the sitting room as you entered. The warmth of a fire crackled in the hearth, golden light flickering over the gathered group.
Rhys lounged in an armchair, his arm draped over Feyre’s shoulders as she murmured something that made him grin. Morrigan was sprawled across the couch, sipping wine, while Amren sat cross-legged beside her, twirling a goblet between her fingers. Nesta and Elain were curled up on the loveseat, engaged in quiet conversation, but it was Nyx—perched on his mother’s lap—who noticed the new arrivals first.
His bright blue eyes widened as he pointed and announced, “Uncle Cassian and Uncle Az brought someone!”
Silence fell and you froze. All at once, every gaze locked onto you.
Rhysand was the first to stand, his expression unreadable. “Well, well,” he mused, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I was wondering when you two would stop keeping secrets.”
Cassian chuckled, placing a hand on your lower back, grounding you. Or keeping you from running out the door. “Not a secret. Just… something we wanted to take our time with.”
Azriel gave a slow nod. “We wanted to introduce her when she was ready.”
Morrigan set down her wine, sitting up straighter. “And she is…?”
Cassian grinned down at you. “Our mate.”
You felt like you might implode on the spot, your cheeks warming with all the attention on you. You hadn’t really talked about how they would introduce you to their family but this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.
“Holy shit.” Mor gaped.
Feyre blinked, looking between the three of you. “A throuple bond?”
Even Amren looked mildly intrigued, which was practically the equivalent of shock for her. “That is rare.”
Your throat felt dry as you swallowed, heart pounding. “I—I know this is… unexpected.”
Feyre smiled gently. “Unexpected doesn’t mean unwelcome.”
You hesitated. “You mean it?”
Rhys’s violet eyes twinkled. “Darling, we’re Fae. The Mother works in mysterious ways.” He lifted a hand, summoning a few bottles of wine with his magic. “Now, I believe a celebration is in order.”
A soft, relieved laugh left you as the tension in your chest unraveled.
Cassian pulled you to the couch, settling you between him and Azriel as drinks were passed around. His arm draped over your shoulders while Azriel’s fingers found yours again, holding them tight.
Mor leaned forward eagerly. “Okay, spill. How’d you three meet?”
Cassian grinned, nudging you. “Should we tell them?”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming again. “I think you should tell them.”
Azriel’s lips twitched in amusement, and he glanced at Cassian. “Go on, big guy.”
Cassian launched into the story—how he’d met you first, how you and Azriel had danced around each other like wary predators until the bond had finally snapped into place one fateful night.
“And you took your time accepting it?” Nesta asked, her sharp gaze assessing.
You nodded, voice softer. “They wanted to give me space. To process it and make sure I really wanted it before committing.”
Azriel’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “We knew from the start that we loved her. But we also knew that this was uncommon. We didn’t want to rush her on such a big decision.”
Cassian kissed the top of your head. “And we don’t regret a second of it.”
The warmth in their voices, the utter certainty—it made your heart swell.
Mor sighed dramatically. “That’s so romantic.”
Elain smiled. “It is.”
Nesta gave a small nod. “Indeed.”
Rhys chuckled, raising his glass. “To our new sister. And to this rare, extraordinary bond.”
Glasses clinked.
Your heart, once burdened with fear, felt lighter than ever.
Cassian squeezed your shoulder, Azriel pressed a whisper of a kiss to your temple, and you knew there was only one meaning behind the feeling in your chest, the relaxing in your shoulders. You were home.
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