It wasn’t immediate, the way Cassian, Leander, and you became intertwined—it was more like a slow, inevitable gravity pulling them together, piece by piece, until they couldn’t imagine life any other way.

You had known Leander first. The stoic yet endlessly patient man had been a constant in your life, a calm harbor for your mischief and laughter. Leander had a way of grounding you, holding you close without ever stifling your free-spirited nature. Their relationship was warm and steady, built on quiet affection and a shared understanding that neither had to be anyone but themselves.

Then Cassian appeared—a sharp contrast to Leander, with his biting wit and endless smirks. He’d started as something of a rival, always challenging you, matching your energy with a snarky edge that left sparks flying between them. But Cassian, for all his teasing, had a softness that you couldn’t ignore. Somewhere between their playful arguments and long nights talking under the stars, Cassian had gone from an infuriating foil to someone who knew you in ways no one else ever had.

Leander had been the one to notice it first—the way you lit up when Cassian was around, the way Cassian’s teasing seemed more like affection veiled in sarcasm. Instead of feeling threatened, Leander welcomed it. He saw how Cassian brought out something wild and free in you, balancing what Leander’s steadiness could not.

Cassian, for his part, had respected Leander immediately. There was no jealousy, no awkward tension—just an unspoken understanding that they both loved you in ways that complemented each other. Over time, they grew close as well, their bond forged in late-night conversations, shared smiles, and a mutual adoration for the chaotic, giggling centerpiece of their lives.

It wasn’t one grand declaration that sealed the three of you together—it was a series of small moments. Cassian’s hand brushing against Leander’s as they both reached to steady you when you tripped. The three of you tangled on the couch after a long day, with you nestled between them like you belonged there. A whispered confession from you one night, admitting you couldn’t imagine choosing between them, and their shared response: "You don’t have to."

The wedding had been small and private, more a celebration of what already existed than the start of something new. Cassian had made some cheeky remark about being tied down, earning a playful swat from you. Leander had simply smiled, his eyes soft with quiet joy.

From that moment on, they were inseparable—three husbands bound not just by love, but by the understanding that they were stronger, happier, and more complete together than they ever could’ve been apart.

And that has been their life for months now.

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The sun was setting, casting warm golden light across the living room as you sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders. You looked up from your book when you heard the soft, familiar murmur of voices—Cassian and Leander, deep in conversation, but clearly about you.

“Look at him,” Cassian said, leaning casually against the doorway, his green eyes gleaming with amusement and affection. “All bundled up like a little prince. You’d think he didn’t just spend the afternoon teasing us to no end.”

Leander chuckled as he crossed the room, settling down beside you with his usual quiet grace. “Can you blame him? Mischief suits him,” he said, reaching out to tuck the blanket more snugly around your shoulders. His light brown eyes softened as he tilted his head, taking in the sight of you. “Still, doesn’t mean we won’t spoil him senseless. You’re not cold, are you, love?”

Before you could even answer, Cassian had already moved to the other side, sitting down and propping his chin in his hand as he studied you. “If he is, it’s probably because he refuses to wear socks. Honestly, do we need to start chasing you around the house to make sure you stay warm?”

You giggled, your cheeks tinged with a faint blush as you buried your face into the blanket.

“Oh, he’s shy now,” Cassian teased, leaning closer to gently pinch your cheek. “Where’s all that sass from earlier, hmm?”

Leander hummed in agreement, brushing a hand through your hair. “Let him have his moment, Cass. You know he loves it when we dote on him. Don’t you, sweetheart?”