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Triad Part 8 — Reunited and it Feels So Good

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

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A/N: Ya'll this part is good but the next one (which is only half finished) is imho the best one yet!!!!

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Warnings: Angst, some smut

Azriel falls into your open, waiting arms, body wracking with full-force sobs. You stagger back but luckily Cassian is there to catch you. He wraps his arms around both of you and kicks the door shut with his foot before sliding to the floor.

After gently manhandling you into place, he’s got both of you balanced on his lap. Az buries his head into the crook of Cas’s neck and you rest your forehead in between Az’s shoulder blades, just above the spot where his wings connect to his back. You press him against Cas’s chest and focus on sending love and reassurance through the bond to strengthen it on Azriel’s side.

It’s okay, you murmur through the bond. You’re home, you’re safe.

We’re here, love, Cas adds, sending wave after wave of shimmering gold and red towards Az. His red mixes with Az’s blue and swirls with your purple until the three strands of magic braid together, becoming one again.

Az’s sobs taper off into soft gasps and he clutches Cas.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, hoarse and quiet. His shadows swirl around the three of you as an extra layer of protection, keeping all of the love and magic contained in a tight ball in order to help heal their master’s mind faster.

“Oh, baby,” you mutter against his skin, wrapping your arms around him from behind to rub your hands in slow, lazy circles around his belly button.

“I shouldn’t have blocked you out. Not that much, I just… I was so scared.” Az’s voice breaks on the last word, the sobs lurking just under the surface threatening to come back out. Words tumble out of his mouth, a waterfall of apologies and regrets. “Things are getting so bad down there—I couldn’t let them get to you. I was…I would’ve stayed there as long as I had to, until I could be sure that you’d be safe.”

“Hey, hey, hey, shhh,” Cas shushes him.

“We didn’t know what would happen, either.” You say.

“You’re not mad at me?” Az asks, bright hazel eyes blinking up at Cas first, then turning to focus on you.

“We’ll never be mad at you for trying to protect us,” you assure him, voice soft as you lean in to press a kiss between Az’s shoulder blades.

“You’re ours,” Cassian growls. His possessiveness hits you like a blow to the head; suddenly, it’s like there’s a feral cat in your chest trying to claw its way to Azriel. You tighten your grip around his waist, pushing yourself flush to his back as Cas slams his lips against Az’s.

It’s instinctual, the way Az surges forward, his fight or flight mode easily activated after his recent mission. You try to channel some calm his way, and eventually it works because he’s able to pull himself out of that dominant headspace, melting against your chest as he gives himself over to Cas.

Cas grunts, reaching one arm around to tap against your ass. Combined with the disjointed images flashing through your mind from Cassian’s side of the bond, you get the hint and scramble off of his lap, tugging Azriel back with you.

Az whimpers at the loss of contact and tugs on the hairs at the nape of Cassian’s neck, beckoning him forward.

I’m yours, he says through the bond, sending all of his pent-up arousal along with it. You feel it course through your veins, curling your toes. Cas slips out from under Az and pushes on his chest until you’ve got a lap full of dark waves.

Using your fingers, you comb through Az’s tangled locks with your fingers, channeling a bit of healing magic out through your touch. He sinks further into your lap and you move to his shoulders, working out the knots surrounding his wings.

Cas coaxes Az’s leathers open, tearing the fabric of his undershirt to reveal the planes of his abs.

“Fuck, baby,” Cas groans, sliding his hips back and lowering his lips to the crook of Az’s neck, using soft bites and soothing sucks to coax a needy whine from deep in the Shadowsinger’s throat. It doesn’t take long for him to move lower, trailing kisses down the lean, muscled planes of Az’s stomach, letting his tongue dip into every groove.

When Cas’s nose brushes against the wiry hairs beneath Az’s belly button, Az’s back arches, subconsciously trying to guide Cas lower. Cas lifts his head to smirk at you as he pops open the buttons of Az’s pants one by one until they’re loose enough to shimmy down, freeing Az’s cock. It springs up, leaking against his stomach.

Kiss-bitten lips wrap around the tip and Az’s hands reach back to clamp around your thighs, fingernails dulled by your soft linen sleep pants.

“Fuck,” he whines as Cas slowly lowers his head until his nose is buried in the thick patch of dark curls at the base of Az’s cock. Az squeezes his eyes shut, head tilting back as Cas lifts his hips off the floor. “‘M not gonna last.”

You trail your hands down his chest, grazing the pads of your fingers over his nipples, and lean down to whisper in his ear.

“It’s okay, babe. Just let us take care of you.”

With your lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck and Cas trying to fully swallow his dick, it doesn’t take long for Az to tense up and then fall back, eyes watering as he shoots his release down Cas’s throat.

There’s no trace of it when Cas lifts his head up and wipes the back of his hand across his satisfied smirk. Seeing Az fully relaxed with his head in your lap makes Cas’s heart clench, sending waves of love down the bond.

“C’mon, love,” he says, tugging on Az’s hands to help him up. Az’s eyes flutter open, staring up at Cas through a pleasure and exhaustion induced haze. You stand up, helping maneuver Az into a standing position, and head to the kitchen to make tea while Cas gets Az settled in the middle of the bed.

Armed with a tray of tea and pastries, you gently push the door open to reveal Az clinging to Cas, curled up on his side and tucked into the space between Cas’s arm and torso. Soft snores fill the room, making you giggle. With a wave of your hand, you send the tray to the bedside table, instructing your magic to keep the tea warm.

You wrap yourself around Az from behind, reaching your arm as far as it can go and making grabby hands at Cas. He chuckles and slides his free hand into yours, squeezing tightly.

“He’s home,” you breath, letting yourself melt into the mattress.

“Yeah,” Cas echoes, fondness shimmering in his eyes as he takes in the sight of his mates tucked safely next to him in bed. “Our boy is home.”

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tomatostyle · 1 month

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Another Commission of triad Chun li!

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box--box · 6 months

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My throuple has been using the first chart as a way to check in with each other on expectations and desires, which has been awesome! But we also found ourselves wanting more specificity and getting confused about whose sheet was for who, and kinda jankily scribbling on it. So I made a modified take on it for us to use and I figured why not put it out there in case someone finds it helpful :). I tried to make it specifically really easy to fill out in a default phone photo editor as well!

#polyamory #ethical non monogamy #relationship anarchy #polycule #triad #queer platonic relationship #throuple

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thebroken-hearted-lover · 6 months

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Wow, having a sex life has done amazing things for my oral hygiene.

#love #relationship #lgbt #polyam #polyamory #triad #gay #in love #queer #jokes #polyamourous #polycule #poly #poly relationship #god am I tired tho

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queerblue · 1 year

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The Polyamorous representation we 👏🏻 DESERVE 👏🏻

(But seriously perfume commercials never make sense but I love this 😂)

#lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtqa #queer #alphabet mafia #polyamory #transgender #elliot page #asap rocky #julia garner #gucci #polyam #Polyamorous #polycule #throuple #triad #gucci ad #A$AP rocky

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hptriadfest · 5 months

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Hello everyone! Welcome to the FIFTH Annual HP Triad!Fest <3

It is now the OFFICIAL start of this year's creative works fest, and our mods are super excited to celebrate with you all!

Today is the day! Prompting begins NOW!

Click HERE for the Prompting Form!

Once you have completed the form it will give you the option to enter again, and again, and again!

If you want to enter the fest with your own created prompt please hold on to your prompt and submit it on the claiming form when that is posted here and in the discord server. For questions contact [email protected] or join the Discord community to talk to the mods directly!

** Please remember the restriction to stories is all characters in the main pairing must be 17+ and there are to be no adult/minor pairings allowed within the story even as a side pairing. **

**For this Fest you have a wide range of mediums available to you the creator; you can create writings of all kinds (poetry, stories etc), Art, Moodboards, Photomanipulation (as long as models/celebrities are over 17 in the photos, so please make sure)**

If you have any questions, or to be added to the email subscription list email [email protected] Below are all the important dates:

Prompting Closes Dec 4th Claiming Begins Dec 7th Claiming Closes Feb 7th Works Due March 14th 2024 Posting Begins April 2nd 2024

#hp triad fest #harry potter #poly triad #triad #hp triad!fest #hp triad #hp #marauders #drarryville #polyamory #harry potter fests

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interact-if · 6 months

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Hi hehehe, happy August! Do you know any games where you gotta choose whether it's a V-poly or a traid, I'm a fan of the former, but most of the games I've played just locked into a traid automatically, I know it's a lot of work to make it poly and the potential of lots angst, if you know any please do tell me!

Hi Anon,

Happy October! (sorry it took us a while...)

We found a few titles that seems to match your request:

Heart of Battle by Fay Ikin (V-poly or triad Remy/Eryx)

Wayfarer by @idrellegames (V-poly Melchior/Calla)

Memento Mori by @starlightandetherealshadows (V-poly Veronica/Vincent-Zero)

If there are more out there, please let us know! Thanks to our members on our Discord for the help!

#if: rec list #V-poly #triad #interactive fiction #interact if asks

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radioactive-earthshine · 1 year

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I'm actually really in love with Bart from The Legion of Super Heroes in the 31st Century tie-in comics with the 2006 animated series.

We don't know exactly how much of his origin in this series is EXACTLY parallel with his comic lore but there are some similarities with a little tweak but none-the-less the implications seem to be a little sinister.

The issue opens up with Chuck (Bouncing Boy) and Luornu (Triplicate Girl) being shifted from a recreational VR simulator directly to Bart's own VR "server" (a replica of 21st century Keystone City) where he explains that he's there to get his powers under control.

Of course in his comic origins this is untrue, but it is something that the scientists charged with 'observing' him might have told him instead of the truth. Again, in this we do not know if there is any foul play going on with Bart for sure but nevertheless things are amiss.

The VR world Bart is in seems to house AI sentients and their disappearances is enough to convince Chuck and Luornu to help Bart. Where the scientists are in all of this is... questionable. It could be that Bart's origins in this are no different from the comics and he is essentially an unknowing prisoner.

What is interesting is throughout this issue they try to imply that they don't know for sure if Bart is an AI, or if he is plugged into VR, but by the end you get the impression he is plugged in like the rest of them.

The word usage they use is that he "lives" in the VR which is not inaccurate even in the comics. Bart spent the majority of his life in the 30th/31st century plugged into VR making it his home as he knew no other way of life. Bart doesn't seem to differentiate between the two as VR is his home right now.

Because thinking is involved in solving this case naturally they have to reach out to Querl for help, which solves a lot of mysteries about Bart through implication.

The way how Querl talks is interesting... and when Querl comes into all of this is when things get interesting as we get a small implication that Bart is plugged into VR, and is not just an AI.

Querl refers to Bart by his full name, no where in this issue does Bart use his full name. The fact that he says he is honored to meet him implies that Querl likely remembers Bart's origins from some annals of time due to his knowledge of history and special interest of 21st century heroes.

I also like that in this they push Bart's friendship with Querl which was a thing even in his 90s comics (as unusual as it was).

Querl reveals that he's read that he's fast, again this could mean he knows 21st century history OR he just pulled the information about Bart from the facility that is holding him, but it's likely the former due to how honored he was to meet him.

In this Querl and Bart work together in much better harmony than they did in the comics which is a delightful contrast.

Also in direct contrast to Bart's interaction with the Legionnaires in the comics, he is immediately invited to join up. This is something that comic Bart fervently wanted.

Unfortunately, he is unable to join and Bart's wording here is ominous in that they won't let him leave until he has control of his powers. If this is like his comics, that would have been never. He's still trapped in VR, timeline being a little different, maybe he doesn't have the speed aging going on in this version. Bart never was rescued and he's still in VR.

All in all a delightful take on Bart but it still leaves a lot of questions open and I am sad we never got more out of this. This little comic is like a little love letter to Bart and I 10/10 recommend reading.

The Legion of Super-Heroes in the 31st Century Issue #15

#bart allen #impulse #chuck tain #bouncing boy #luornu durgo #triplicate girl #triad #querl dox #brainiac 5 #losh #legion of super heroes #legion of super heroes 2006 #losh 2006 #my wild hcs #he could be there for reasonable motives #but i don't like that he is unable to leave until he has control #that's where it goes wrong for me

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dummygothicc · 6 months

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oh you're a triad? which one of you is the broken which is the beaten and which is the damned?

#polyamory #mcr #my chemical romance #triad #me and my wife and my husband

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imaginesandbandfiction · 3 months

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Triad Part 7 — Trouble in Paradise

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

A/N: MFW the silly little smut drabble series I started over winter break starts developing a plot :o

Lmaooo I should have seen this coming. Be patient with me, I'm in a creative writing MFA program so fanfic isn't my priority rn but this series is begging to be written so I'm going to follow those vibes as far as they take me, just bear with me if updates are sporadic.

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Warnings: Angst, some smut

Of course, there’s a learning curve that comes with a Triad Bond. Sex is the easy part—being in a relationship with two bullheaded Illyrian males is more complicated.

Rhys tried his best not to send any of you on solo missions but, inevitably, something came up and Azriel had to go undercover in the Court of Nightmares. It’s a top-secret mission and he has to block you and Cassian out the entire time he’s there, lest someone learn the true reason for his visit.

And… it was a lot easier to be a spy without two mates waiting for him back home. His mental shields are ironclad, trapping all the frustration and sadness behind closed doors, but it seeps out in other ways. His shadows are way more vicious than they normally are and, after long days spent playing nice with Keir and his cronies, as soon as his bedroom door locks behind him, he fists his cock in quick strokes. It takes a matter of minutes for him to spill himself into the mattress with how pent-up he is.

Things aren’t much better in Velaris. Sure, you and Cas have each other, but the bond hates the dark hole where Az should be and no matter how hard you try to soothe the ache, it never goes away.

Cassian throws himself into training; on days he doesn’t have other work to do, he flies out to Windhaven and spends the day beating the shit out of anyone who dares challenge him. When he comes home late at night, you patch him up with soft, delicate touches and hold him until his tears dry up.

Sex isn’t the same without Azriel there, either. You try to hold out; it feels wrong without him, but everything boils over a week into his absence.

Cassian spent the day in Windhaven, again, and you wait up with a book and a cup of tea but it’s morning when he slams through the door drenched in blood and reeking like the mixed-together contents of a liquor cabinet.

“Cas?” You mumble, lifting your head off the couch cushion and rubbing your eyes as you push yourself into a sitting position. He stomps past you into the bedroom and you hear the water running as he fills the bath. Stifling a yawn, you push through the nausea swirling in your gut and follow him on your tiptoes.

When you push the washroom door open, you see his broad shoulders bent over the edge of the half-filled tub, bloodied and shaking with the force of his sobs.

You surge forward and fall to your knees next to him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” you whisper, rubbing his back. His head drops to your chest and you feel his rumbling anger in your soul.

Y/N? It’s Rhys’ voice in your head, tentative and sheepish. Is he okay?

No, you snarl back, immediately feeling guilt for the harshness of your words. But Ariel is gone, Cassian is broken, and your heart is torn in two. You force yourself to be gentler as you ask: Is there something I should know?

Rhys hesitates. Devlon called me in to fetch him this morning and… it wasn’t pretty. I’ll send word to Madja and tell her you’re going to be out for a few days.

Before you can protest, he continues. I know you’ve been working overtime. You’re running yourself ragged, Y/N. You need a break just as much as he does.

Rhysand cuts off the mental connection in the middle of your indignant huff, but the gears in your mind are turning. Instead of turning to each other in Az’s absence, you’ve been burying yourselves in solitude and work. Clearly, something has to change.

You loosen the strip of leather holding Cas’s hair up and sprinkle deep purple healing magic into it as you run your fingers through his thick locks. It’s just enough to calm him down, sobs tapering off into shuddering breaths.

“Cas?” You ask when he finally stills, slumping boneless against you. “Whose blood is this?”

He tilts his head back, guilt filling in every line on his face, and your heart clenches. No wonder Rhys offered to talk to Madja for you; he probably needed her to fix whatever damage Cassian’s misplaced anger had caused.

“‘M sorry,” Cas whispers, burying his face in your neck again. “I didn’t mean to, I just…”

“Shhh,” you shushed him, curling one arm to cradle his head. “I know you didn’t, baby. Rhys does too. This is new territory for all of us, and there were bound to be some kinks to work out.” Cas nods against you and you squeeze him as tight as you can, channeling love and healing magic through the bond. Behind you, the tub is full of steamy hot water, so you wave your hand to get rid of Cas’s clothes and help him into the bath.

When he’s settled, you shed your nightgown and get in with him. He rests his head against the side of the tub and lets you run a bar of soap over the planes of his muscles, healing bruises and scrapes as you find them.

"Thank you," he whispers once you’ve finished. He reaches one hand out and pulls you against his chest without opening his eyes.

The bond settles as much as it can without a third anchor to tether itself to. You lay there, basking in the soft glow of your mingling magic, until suddenly Cassian stands up, pushing you off him.

“Sorry,” he grunts when you fall forward, splashing into the water. “I just…” You follow his gesturing hand down the V of his hips and the problem stares out at you—long, thick, and hard. “I dunno, it feels wrong without Az.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, torn between the mouth-watering sight of him on display, just inches from your face, and the guilt bubbling up inside you. In the end, the bond makes the decision for you, practically shoving you forward to pull Cas’s cock in between your lips.

His protests are dead on arrival; you don’t even hear them, too focused on pouring all your pent-up sexual frustration out onto him.

After just a few minutes, his hips are bucking wildly and he forces himself to pull back. You look up at him with wide eyes and saliva dripping down your chin, and he growls, tugging you out of the tub so he can shove you against the wall. He drops to his knees and drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, devouring you like a man starved.

With no patience left for teasing, he fucks you with his tongue, plunging deep into your core until you’re writhing against him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, tumbles out of your head and into his as the pleasure builds and builds.

That's it, baby, he sends back down the bond, digging into your sweet spot with one of his fingers. Let go for me.

Your body follows his command, the tightly wound coil inside of you snapping as soon as you have permission. He grins against you as you fuck his face, riding out your high.

As soon as he pulls away, he’s got his hands under your ass, hauling you up into his arms as he presses his cock into your slick folds. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as your head drops back against the wall.

It’s quick and dirty. Without Azriel there to force you to slow down and savor each other, you’re teetering on the edge of a second orgasm before you’ve fully recovered from the first. Cassian’s thrusts grow sloppier and you feel through the bond that his release is looming.

When he ducks his head to pull one of your nipples between his teeth, both of you lose the last of your self-control. Cas drives his hips into you and fills you up, tipping you over the cliff. You clench your walls around him as your release comes gushing out.

Meanwhile, in one of the training rooms under the mountain, a wave of something washes over Az as he’s running through drills against a training dummy with Truth Teller. At first, he thinks it’s nausea and regrets not stopping by the kitchens to grab a bite earlier, but the ache is too low to be coming from his stomach.

When he reaches one gloved hand to palm himself through his leathers, he’s shocked to find his cock solid and straining against the fabric. He thanks the Mother that he’s training alone today and makes quick work of it.

Three weeks into Az’s mission, Mor heads under the mountain to check on him under the guise of visiting her father. She enters the dining room and immediately realizes that something is wrong. There’s a woman sitting to Kier’s right, and Az is on her other side. His shadows nip at Mor’s toes like she’s the enemy as she takes her seat on her father’s left.

He refuses to speak to her, but when they make eye contact during dessert, his eyes are dark and stormy, filled with shadows of their own.

When she retires to her room later that night, she reports back to Rhys who orders her to pull Az out as soon as she can.

Despite the fact that they haven’t slept together in decades, it’s easy to slip back into old habits. The next morning at breakfast, she lays it on thick. By dinner time, her father merely waves them off when she requests the Shadowsinger for her own personal reasons.

“Go on then,” he grunts, rolling his eyes. “I’ll let the High Lord know when I require your presence next.”

As soon as they’ve both gathered their belongings, Mor winnows them away. When his feet touch solid ground, Az shoves her away with a snarl. His shadows surge forward to cushion her back and prevent her from falling; even blinded by his anger, he doesn't want to hurt her.

“What the fuck,” he growls. “I wasn’t done!”

“I have orders to pull you out of there. Rhys thinks you’ve gone in too deep.” Az growls like a feral animal being forced into a cage.

“Rhysand needs me in there now more than ever. Something’s happening, Mor. Something big, and I was working my way in, I—“

Mor cuts him off, holding a hand up to silence him.

“You think I don’t know that? Whether I like it or not, that’s my father. I know something’s up, but Rhys needs you in there, Azriel. And you’re not you right now. You’re cold and ruthless, not thinking clearly after too much time away from your mates.”

Az deflates and drops onto the sofa behind him. It’s the worn old leather one in Rhys’s mother’s cottage, in Windhaven. Mor sits down next to him, rubbing a hand across his shoulders, careful to avoid brushing against his wings which are rigid and full of tension.

“It’s not your sole responsibility to save the world, Az. You’re an excellent spy, but you’re more than that, too. Don’t let the tunnel vision take over.”

Az drops his head into his hands, letting out all of the air in his lungs with one deep sigh. He knows she’s right, that the bond should be a strength and not a weakness, but he’s terrified that something will happen to his mates. He couldn’t risk it, not when he was down there.

But that wasn’t his decision to make alone. The more he fought against the bond, the more it fought back, rattling his brain and tugging at every one of his senses. The effort to keep it bottled up drained his energy until all he could see was the mission, his purpose. Gathering information about the woman, Amarantha, became the most important thing in his life.

So he feels like a bit of an asshole when he turns up on your doorstep with his rucksack slung over one shoulder and only a faint shimmer of the bond left flickering inside his chest. It’s not enough to keep him tethered to the two of you, so he has no idea how you're feeling, but he forces himself to knock on the door, anyway.

“Hi,” you whisper, letting your arm drop from the doorknob to your side. On your end, the bond bursts into bright golden flames that shoot down, making a beeline for Azriel.

It tugs at Cas’s side, too, and then his head pops up behind your shoulder.

“Hi,” he says, flashing the dopiest grin that Azriel has ever seen.

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