“The Fever in the Tent ”
((Azriel/ reader) Cassian x Eris )
You were supposed to be resting after getting fever-sick mid-mission. Instead, you’re tucked into an Illyrian tent with Azriel, Cassian, and Eris—three males, one cot, and absolutely zero personal space.
Eris is delighted. Cassian may never recover. And Azriel? He’s two seconds away from murdering them both and wrapping you in his wings forever.
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The Illyrian mountains were merciless that night: wind screaming, frost creeping across the canvas, snow hitting in sheets.
Which meant the four of you—Azriel, Cassian, Eris, and you—were forced to share one of the High Lord’s massive field tents.
A single fire. Four bedrolls.
Way too much male energy.
And you—
Feverish.
Delirious.
Sweating despite the cold, breathing unevenly against Azriel’s thigh.
Madja’s syrup sloshed inside the little glass now tucked in Azriel’s pack.
“Paradoxical effects,” she’d warned.
“She may become uninhibited.”
“Do not leave her unattended.”
Azriel had nodded calmly.
⸻
You blinked awake slowly, eyes glassy, hair sticking to your temples.
Cassian perked up immediately from his seat by the fire.
“Oh good,” he muttered. “She lives.”
Eris lounged on a pile of furs like a bored deity staring down at amusing mortals.
“You look overheated,” he observed.
“I’m full of feelings,” you said gravely.
Azriel sighed softly. “She’s delirious.”
“I’m delirious for all of you,” you clarified.
Cassian choked.
Eris sat up straighter.
Azriel froze.
You pointed lazily at Cassian.
“You’re strong. You could pick me up with one arm.”
Cassian blinked. “Thank you?”
You pointed at Eris.
“And you’re pretty. Like… offensively pretty.”
Eris smirked. “I accept this.”
Then you turned to Azriel.
Slow.
Focused.
“And you,” you whispered, reaching toward him, “are for kissing.”
Azriel caught your hand mid-air, thumb stroking your fever-warm knuckles.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, “you’re overheated. Try to rest.”
“No,” you said. “I want all three of you to stay.”
Cassian dropped a log on his own foot.
Eris made a thoughtful sound.
Azriel went very still.
You pushed up onto your elbows, eyes soft and unfocused.
“You can all share my bed. There’s room if we—”
Azriel slapped his palm across your mouth so fast Cassian yelped.
Eris’s smile turned wicked.
“Oh, this just got interesting.”
Azriel glared at him. “Don’t.”
Cassian wheezed, “Az… she’s—she’s trying to start a foursome—”
You licked Azriel’s hand.
Azriel jerked, losing all composure, letting out a startled laugh—sharp and involuntary.
Cassian’s jaw dropped.
Eris’s brows hit his hairline.
Azriel looked horrified at himself.
You blinked. “You laugh funny.”
“I—” Azriel rubbed his face, ears reddening. “That was— you surprised me.”
Eris purred, “Ticklish, Shadowsinger?”
Azriel sent a shadow to tug sharply at Eris’s bootlace.
You grinned foolishly.
“You have a cute laugh.”
Azriel’s lips twitched—an actual, reluctant smile—but he shook his head.
“You’re not thinking clearly.”
“I’m thinking about you clearly,” you insisted. “And about them. And about the bed—”
Azriel’s hand clamped back over your mouth.
Cassian snorted. “Buddy, that’s not helping.”
Eris leaned back, amused beyond measure.
“Perhaps let her finish.”
Azriel’s jaw flexed. “No. Absolutely not.”
You tried to keep talking under his palm.
“—want—Eris—and—Cassian—and—Az—”
“Cauldron save me,” Azriel muttered.
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Your fever-flushed gaze drifted to Eris again, too soft, too warm.
“Eris,” you said from behind Azriel’s hand, voice muffled but determined, “you can come into the bed right now if you want—”
Azriel launched across you, pinning you back gently but firmly, shadows flaring so sharply Cassian ducked.
“You’re done, both of you leave now,” Azriel said.
Eris put a hand to his chest, delighted.
“Oh, she’s bold.”
Cassian whistled low. “Az, she literally invited him to bed with you. That’s—”
“She didn’t mean it,” Azriel snapped.
Then, more quietly:
“She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”
You tugged at Azriel’s wrist with both hands and mumbled, “Yes I do.”
Azriel didn’t move his palm.
“You do not.”
You licked him again.
Azriel laughed again, shoulders shaking, breath catching.
“Stop—stop—” he choked out, trying to sound stern but failing terribly.
Cassian: “AZRIEL LAUGHS WHEN YOU LICK HIM. I’M NEVER LETTING THIS GO.”
Eris: “Fascinating. I didn’t know the shadowsinger had weak points.”
Azriel: “Both of you get out.”
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Cassian lifted his hands. “Look, I didn’t ask to be invited to this imaginary org—”
Azriel’s shadows snapped around his ankles.
Cassian yelped and stumbled toward the tent flap.
Eris rose gracefully, brushing off his coat.
“I see when I’m no longer welcome.”
“You were never welcome,” Azriel said.
Eris smirked.
“You say that, and yet your female invited me into your bed—”
Azriel’s shadows surged like a silent storm.
Eris actually backed up this time.
“Yes, yes,” he said lightly. “The fever speaks. I know.”
Cassian pushed past him.
“Az, you’ve got your hands full. And apparently your mouth too.”
Azriel threw a pillow at his head.
Cassian and Eris slipped out into the cold, muttering and laughing.
Azriel dropped the tent flap behind them, sealing out the wind.
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The tent went quiet.
The fire crackled.
You stared up at Azriel, dizzy and overheated and drunk on fever.
He brushed your hair back again, thumb stroking your cheek gently.
His voice softened to its most intimate register.
“Sweetheart.”
You blinked up at him. “Yes?”
“You’re not sharing me,” he murmured.
“Not with them. Not with anyone.”
Your heart fluttered—slow, heavy, fever-lazy.
“I only want you,” you whispered.
He exhaled shakily, relief hitting him like a blow.
“Good,” he breathed, leaning his forehead against yours, “because I was two seconds away from dragging you out of this tent and carrying you down the mountain.”
You smiled weakly.
“I like it when you laugh.”
He did laugh then—quiet, warm, desperate—and pressed a soft kiss to your fever-warm temple.
“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’m right here. No one else.”
You curled against him, his wings and shadows forming a protective barrier around you.
The fever fought you, but eventually…
You drifted.
And Azriel stayed awake the entire night—
holding you,
watching you,
protecting you,
still smiling faintly at the memory of you licking his hand.
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Part II (The Morning After)”
Your fever broke sometime before dawn.
The delirium left first.
The heat next.
Then the memories.
And when you woke—
—blinking against the dim grey light filtering through the tent canvas—
—the first thing you saw was Azriel.
Sitting beside you.
Boots off.
Hair mussed.
Shadows loosely curled around you both like sleepy pets.
And he was looking at you with the softest, most devastating smile.
You groaned. “Oh no.”
He chuckled under his breath.
“Good morning.”
You covered your face with both hands. “Please tell me I didn’t say anything humiliating.”
Azriel paused.
Which was an answer.
You peeked through your fingers. “How bad was it?”He brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. “You told Cassian he was ‘big enough to carry you to bed.’”
You died a little.
“And Eris was ‘shiny.’”
You died more.
“And that you wanted all three of us at once.”
You STOPPED BREATHING.
Azriel’s lips twitched.
“I removed them before you added more names.”
“Oh gods,” you whispered into your hands. “Please kill me.”
Azriel laughed—quiet, warm, low in his chest.
“No.”
“Then let me die.”
“Never,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I like you alive.”
You peered at him, face burning hot for a very different reason this time.
“You’re… laughing.”
He shrugged lightly.
“You were delirious. And adorable. And surprisingly dangerous.”
You blinked.
“Dangerous?”
“You licked my hand.”
You groaned. “Did not.”
Azriel tilted his head, smiling dangerously slow.
“You did.”
You collapsed back onto the bedroll and dragged a blanket over your face.
“THIS IS A NIGHTMARE.”
Azriel pulled the blanket down just enough to kiss your nose.
“It was cute.”
“It was not cute,” you hissed.
“It was adorable,” he insisted.
“Azriel, I told ERIS he could get in bed with us.”
Azriel went still, eyes sharpening.
“Yes. You did.”
You swallowed. “Are you mad?”
His expression softened instantly.
“I’m not angry,” he said quietly. “You were sick. Out of your mind. I know you didn’t mean any of it.”
You whispered, “I meant the part about you.”
Azriel’s shadows stirred like a content sigh.
He smoothed a hand along your jaw, voice low:
“I know.”
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ENTER CASSIAN (CHAOS)
Cassian barged into the tent without warning.
“GOOD MORNING LOVEBIR—”
Azriel shot him a single look.
Cassian smacked into the tent pole and froze.
“Okay. Adjusting tone. New attempt: good morning.”
You groaned.
Cassian grinned like a hyena.
“So,” he said, leaning against the pole, “you remember inviting the three of us to bed last night?”
Azriel: “Cassian.”
Cassian held up both hands.
“Just checking her memory! Educational purposes!”
You wheezed. “Cass, I swear to the Mother—”
“Oh no, it’s fine,” he said smugly. “Totally normal to try to collect three males at once.”
Azriel’s shadows lifted off the floor.
Cassian held up both hands again. “I’m leaving! I’m leaving!”
But not before whispering:
“You should’ve seen Azriel’s face. He looked like someone tried to steal his mate—”
Azriel threw a boot at him.
Cassian fled, cackling.
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ENTER ERIS (WORSE CHAOS)
Ten seconds later, Eris strolled into the tent with two steaming cups of tea, perfectly composed as always.
“For the invalid,” he said, offering one to you.
“And for the mate who survived.”
Azriel did not look amused.
You buried yourself further under the blankets.
“Please don’t talk to me.”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Eris said smoothly. “You were delightful.”
“No.”
“You were poetic.”
“NO.”
“You told me I’m ‘shiny and mean.’”
Azriel growled softly.
Eris smirked.
“And invited me to share a bed with your mate.”
Azriel’s shadows rose like a dark crown behind him.
Eris took a polite step back.
“Relax, Shadowsinger. I declined.”
Azriel said nothing.
But he didn’t have to.
Eris lifted his drink.
“In case you’re curious—I’m flattered.”
You buried your face in your hands again.
“Please gods let me die.”
Eris patted your shoulder delicately.
“If you ever change your mind—”
Azriel surged to his feet.
Eris left instantly.
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JUST YOU & AZRIEL AGAIN
Azriel sat back down beside you, expression soft again—only soft for you.
“I’m never drinking medicine again,” you muttered.
He laughed quietly, threading his fingers through yours.
“I like you any way you are.”
You peeked at him. “Even delirious?”
He brushed his thumb across your knuckles, slow and warm.
“Especially delirious,” he murmured.
“You say things you’re too shy to say when you’re awake.”
Your breath caught.
“What things?” you whispered.
Azriel leaned in until his forehead rested against yours.
“That you want me,” he breathed.
“That you love me.
“That you choose me.”
Your heart thudded.
“And I do,” you whispered.
Azriel smiled—quiet, real, private.
His hand cupped your cheek.
“I know,” he murmured. “And I love you too.”
You exhaled shakily.
“Promise Cassian and Eris won’t ever speak of this again?”
Azriel smirked, shadows curling.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Outside the tent:
Cassian: “YOU CAN’T SILENCE ME—”
Eris: “We’re absolutely speaking of it—”
Cassian: “—FOREVER—”
Azriel sighed.
“You rest,” he murmured. “I’m going to commit two small murders.”
You grabbed his wrist.
“No murders.”
“…Fine.”
You smiled.
He kissed your forehead.
You fell asleep again with his shadows curled protectively around you.
And somewhere outside, Cassian whispered:
“I’m telling Mor EVERYTHING.”
And Eris replied:
“I’m composing a poem.”
Azriel groaned into his hands.