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Divine Darkness

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: az sending his shadows to check up on you during long missions!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 775

Notes: Okay, this one just HAD to involve the babies. 💙

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The babe on your hip squeals in your arms as shadows swirl around the both of you in an excited frenzy. You laugh, ducking to narrowly avoid missing one as it skitters out of the way of Baz’s grabby hands. They lift your hair off of your shoulders as they wind around the both of you, and you watch admiringly as your first born, Wren, stumbles into the room in a fit of laughter, shadows at his heels.

“Daddy,” Wren squawks, beelining straight for your legs. He wraps himself around you, tiny wings fluttering at his back, swatting at the tendrils as he hugs you tightly, the shadows tickling over his soft skin. “Please!”

Azriel often liked to send his shadows to check in on you and your sons while he was away. In the three years that you had had Wren and Baz, with a baby girl on the way, he’d requested to stay within the Night Court as much as he could. Rhysand understood, of course he did, and while Azriel’s spies were just as trustworthy as the spymaster himself, this mission could not be had without him. 

He must be up at the safehouse, nestled in the thicket of trees between the Spring Court and the Human Lands. It was the only way he’d send the darkness to check in on the four of you, half of the flock of shadows missing, begrudgingly on scout for their master instead of here, playing with you and the babes.

You suck in a breath as the barrier separating your bond from reaching out to his slides open, flooding you with longing and warmth from what the shadows darting in and out the doors carry on the whispers of night. 

Sending a wave of love right back to your mate, you smile as one of the shadows circles around your middle, a gentle caress to his daughter. The smaller tether slips up your arm and brushes against your cheek, a kiss all its own.

Your heart pangs in your chest. You miss him, and while Cassian is more than helpful watching your two rowdy sons so you can get off of your feet, it isn’t the same as having Azriel around. Your mate loves his children with every morsel of his soul. He’d never had that, a real family, just the one he’d chosen for himself, and he wanted nothing more than for all of his children to grow and love each other. He’d been a nervous wreck when you found out you were pregnant with Wren, didn’t think he’d be a good enough father, but he’d been the most helpful partner throughout your pregnancy and when your oldest was finally born, you could see it from the very first time that Azriel laid eyes on him that he’d be the best father a tiny babe could ask for.

Soon, the shadows seem to say, a stroke across your knuckles, threading through your fingers. Wren screeches, batting the shadows off with a spoon he’d snagged from the countertop where you’d been preparing a sweet treat for your boys before a cozy night in with their mommy. You let them sleep in your and Azriel’s room with you last night and they will again tonight, what Azriel didn’t know won’t kill him. He is a sucker for most things when it comes to the children, but allowing them to sleep in your room too often wasn’t one of them. Azriel likes to have his alone time with you, worshiping your body like he’s done since you’d first met. Hel, it’s exactly the reason you’re pregnant with babe number three right now, the tiny being kicking out as if she senses her father’s presence nearby.

Little Baz squirms in your arms. He’s caught one of the shadows, gripping it tightly between chubby fingers and he giggles while it struggles. You know it’s just your mate playing with the toddler, the shadow isn’t a tangible thing, and it will escape your second born's clutches when Azriel calls them back to him so you can help the babes wind down.

You set Baz down to play with his brother who has gotten bored of fighting nearly imaginary beings with his spoon. He’s abandoned the shadows riling him up in favor of whining to you about how he would like his treat now, cheeks red and sweat lining his forehead from exertion. You puff a breath of laughter at the disheveled sight of him and a prideful feeling thrums down the bond from your mate, squeezing your insides in the best way. 

Tomorrow, he’ll be back in your arms tomorrow.

#azriel fluff #azriel x reader #daddy!az #daddy!azriel #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azsazz wren #azsazz baz #bat babies #azsazz next gen

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One cat never stays one cat~ I wonder how the reader will react when Az gets one more cat home 🥺

okay but what if its not a kitten, but something else...😂😏

"Daddy! Mommy! Look," Zuzu squeals excitedly, running up to the house.

She and her brothers had been playing in the large backyard while you and Az prepped food for their dinners, watching them through the kitchen window. The creamy skies are a plethora of oranges and pinks, the sun dipping slowly behind the red mountains lining your backyard.

The location of your home was important to both you and Azriel when selecting to build your dream home, and having a spacious backyard overlooking the mountains for your children to run around and for your family to have the privacy you needed was one of your top wants when looking for land.

You look up from the sandwich you're currently cutting the crusts off of, and your mate pauses, halting his action of spreading jam on bread.

Zuzu's hair is plastered to her head with sweat, cheeks flushed and her wings fluttering behind her excitedly. Her violet dress is rumpled and smudged with dirt and her knees are red from where she's fallen on your walk in town yesterday, too eager to get her favorite ice cream from town.

"What is it, Zuz?" Azriel asks, putting down the knife and bread. He rounds the corner, moving towards his daughter with a soft smile and brushing the sweaty hair from her eyes.

Your children often brought you rocks and things from the backyard to show off, sometimes the odd toy Azriel or their uncles liked to stop by and hide for them to find.

Zuzu beams up at her father, dark eyes sparkling, grin wide. It makes your heart flutter, the love that they have for each other, your mate and his daughter.

"We found another kitty!" She exclaims, and your brow furrows. You knew that Zuzu was a bit disappointed that her new kitten, Elixir, had taken a liking to Jax and Azriel more than her, and it seemed like she brought it upon herself to find another pet to bring into the family. You however, aren't so sure about this.

Six children and one cat are already a handful, you're not entirely sure you can handle another. And if Zuzu has claimed two pets, it will only be a matter of time until Wren asks for a fish or Baz finds a Naga-hound to befriend. Maybe they've found another kitten in the barn and it can live out there but they can still visit it.

You share a look with your mate and pull away from the counter to move closer. Your stomach is already knots, the 'no, you can't keep him' on the tip of your tongue, when she calls for her brothers.

Baz stumbles through the back door and into the kitchen. He's struggling with the lump of black in his arms, huffing and puffing as Wren leads the way, holding the door open for him.

Your heart stops in your chest with such a force your knees nearly give out when the light catches on Baz's arms. It looks like one of Jax's stuffed animals come to life. It's nearly as big as him, its silky black coat shining in the light. It's whiskers are long and twitching, and it licks its lips, revealing sharp teeth.

"Oh my Gods," you exclaim, scooping up Zuzu into your arms as Azriel launches himself towards the animal in Baz's arms, gripping it by the scruff and hauling it from his grasp.

It's a wildcat.

"Dad," Baz pouts, reaching up for the animal. He wants to hold it, he found it, and it's his, not Zuzu's. "He's mine!"

"No, he's not," Azriel responds, holding the baby wild creature away from his sons. He doesn't even know how they found something like this, but he has an inkling the shadows creeping slowly out of the room have had a hand in this. "You can't keep this!"

"Please?" Wren begs, eyes round as saucers. He's pulled Baz to his chest and they both blink up at you and then Az, pleading. "He's so cute!"

And...you'll give them that. The thing is only a baby, chewing on his paw and blinking around the room with gold eyes, all but purring in Azriel's grasp. It doesn't look bothered in the slightest, nor aware of the tension in the room.

"He might be cute now, but when he's fully grown and bigger than all of us, you won't think so."

"You don't know that," Baz crosses his arms over his chest, looking like you and Azriel have utterly betrayed him. It makes your heart ache but you cannot allow them to keep this creature. "Shadow is a nice kitty."

"He's not a kitty—you named him already?" Azriel asks, exasperated. Leave it to his children to capture and bring home the beasts of Prythian. "I'm sorry, but we cannot keep this one, Baz."

"Fine," he huffs, turning his chin down, "We don't have to keep Shadow, if we can get another kitten."

Your mouth parts in shock, looking between your three eldest and this ruse they've come up with to try and blackmail both you and your mate into getting another kitten.

You share a look with Azriel, a knowing one. He doesn't like this as much as you don't, and you set Zuzu down next to her brothers and stand by Azriel's side, staring down at your intelligent children.

"Go wash up for dinner, now, while I bring Shadow home."

#ask azsazz #azsazz baz #azsazz next gen #azsazz zuzu #azsazz wren #azsazz

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i just saw a video of a raccoon nibbling on someones arm and then i was like baz could totally have a pet raccoon it would be so sweet but in reality i think it'd just be

#azsazz baz

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About Last Night

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Req from @noteonthepolaroidpicture : all of the baby bats either in velaris or in some other court (maybe autumn n they’re older along with Maude or something) plan to sneak out and go to Rita’s (or some bar in another court) and baz is very much ‘they cannot catch all of us’ and of course they all get caught but it’s a very admirable effort by them. And Knox is very much ‘I told you’

Warnings: Creepy guy hitting on Zuzu and Asteria, drinking, partying, mentions of blood.

Word Count: 5,211

Notes: A little taste of the older bat babies a lot of you have been wanting. Enjoy! 🥰

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“Look Giddy, I know you want to see your girlfriend and all that, but if we get caught, we’re in deep shit,” Wren argues, a stern look on his face and arms crossed tightly over his puffed out chest, trying to seem like he’s the one in charge.

He isn’t.

“If we get caught,” Gideon defends, before adding as an afterthought, eyebrows furrowed, “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

He rolls his eyes at all of the knowing looks his sisters and cousins give him at that little statement, cheeks tingeing red in betrayal.

“Besides,” he brushes off, coming around to Baz’s side. He slings an arm over his cousin's shoulders, an easy grin replacing the frown he’d just been wearing, knowing the younger male will be the easiest to convince to agree to his antics, “If we don’t go, we’ll have no cool stories to share when we’re older.”

Wren's mouth parts, another protest on the tip of his tongue but Gideon’s quick to cut him off, “And, if you don’t think that our parents are guilty of sneaking off you’re only playing yourself, Wrennie.”

The latter cringes at the use of his childhood nickname, sharing a look with Nyx.

“You’re not talking about a different bar Giddy, you’re talking about a whole different court,” Sif wrinkles her nose at her older brother, and Castor agrees.

“And one in Autumn.”

“Fine,” Gideon responds breezily, but the rest of his family knows he’s not about to let this crazy idea go. “Stay here. Go to the same hole-in-the-wall our parents have been going to for centuries. Baz and I will go. Right Bazzy?”

Wren's younger brother takes a moment, looking around the circle at each of his own siblings. Wren, with his wide eyes, pleading with him silently not to agree. Zuzu, looking as bored as ever, giggling with Asteria over some male she’d seen in Summer. Jax is as stoic as always, but that pinch in Baz’s gut tells him that his younger brother could use the excitement.

And the twins. Malos, who’s picking the dirt from under her nails with the curved tip of her most precious blade, smirking while Knox speaks into her mind–

The group startles as someone stumbles out the backdoor of the bar and into the alley, clearly drunk out of their mind. The bassy music and loud conversation spill from the building until the heavy door swings shut, cutting it off abruptly.

The male digs deep into his pockets, grunting as he struggles to free his hand from the tight fabric once he’s grasped whatever is so important, unaware of the eleven sets of well-trained eyes watching him, grinning triumphantly when he produces a thickly rolled snout.

He places it between his lips, bringing his free hand to the end of the joint, and with the snap of his fingers a flame flickers to life. Knox’s brows twitch while Malos’ eyes widen with intrigue at the blatant use of magic.

The male hadn't noticed the large group of young adults arguing, for they’d all gone silent in his presence, watching the drunkard struggle with his treat. He suckles at the tip of the joint, holding his breath to let the smoke leech into his lungs, before exhaling all of his worries away, white smoke curling from his mouth like the few shadows sweeping around the group protectively.

Mirthroot.

The male coughs into the crook of his arm at the strong flavor, the smoke sticking to his throat, and finally seems to realize that he’s not alone. He blinks once, twice, trying to clear the glaze from his vision.

He staggers closer to the group, not picking up on the way they all bristle, wings tucking closer to their backs with tension.

It’s Zuzu and Aster he stops next to, of course it is. They’re dressed scantily, ready to head into the bars and immediately wander off from the rest of their families in favor of prowling the dance floor for potential suitors, waiting by the bar drinkless until males and females alike send one their way.

Zuzu looks over her shoulder at the man. He’s a half head taller than her in her heels, not handsome, but not quite ugly either. So she forces her red painted lips into a sultry smile, batting her eyelashes, the face she’s mastered, one that will get her almost anything she wants from any stranger.

It works, the corner of his mouth lifts in response, gaze flicking towards Asteria who’s also smiling at him like he’s the most handsome thing they’ve ever seen, watching with round eyes as he brings the joint to his mouth for another drag, pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Two very pretty girls,” he grins, sidling up close to Zuzu. His voice is like gravel, like he’s smoked a tinge too much mirthroot tonight, “Might I have the pleasure in–”

“Yes,” Zuzu agrees immediately, plucking the joint from his grasp. The male’s mouth parts in protest but Asteria’s stepping forward, trailing a red dipped nail down his alcohol stained shirt.

“We’ll look after this while you go inside and get us some drinks,” her smile is alluring. He seems to mull it over for a second, hazy gaze drifting down to where her hand is on his chest, up to her gleaming violet gaze and then over to Zuzu, who has his joint hanging limply between her clawed fingernails.

He agrees then, stumbling back a step as he rushes to get the pretty females their drinks, calling over his shoulder in a rough slur, “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere, pretty girls!”

Malos makes a face while Castor seems awestruck at her older cousins who snicker to each other as the male gives them one last eager look before dipping back inside. They mentally take notes at how easy Zuzu and Aster have made it look.

The males of the group relax slightly now that the male has swooped inside like a knight on a mission from princesses, although, they suppose that’s nearly what they are, with their parents titles. Tension melts from their tight wings. It’s much too early for their talons to be ruffled by some asshole in the street.

“You’re not going to smoke that, right?” Nyx points disgustedly at the man's joint in Zuzu’s grasp.

She rolls her eyes, red lips curving into a wicked grin as she stubs it out on the side of the building and holds it up with sparkling eyes.

“Let’s see what this will get us in Autumn.”

“Not you too,” Wren groans, brushing a hand through his dark hair, free hand on his hip. He looks towards Jax and the twins for some sort of reinforcement, even though he’s the oldest of the six.

“Knox says we’ll get caught,” Malos provides in a bored tone, sheathing her knife and crossing her arms over her chest. She doesn’t want to burst Wren’s bubble, but a part of her is itching to go, to explore a different court.

Wren breathes a sigh of relief but it’s short lived because Baz’s mouth curls into a splitting smile. All of his siblings groan at the sight, knowing exactly what that look means.

“Anyone else care to wager how far we’ll get before mom and dad find us?”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Maude Vanserra meets them at the border of Autumn, her younger sister and brother in tow.

She’s thrown herself into the arms of Gideon, who, despite telling his sisters and cousins that Maude is not his girlfriend, secretly is.

Juniper perks up at the sight of Sif and Castor, nearly flinging herself into a group hug with her two best friends, while Rook grows smaller under the lingering gaze Malos throws his way. The youngest has been forced out of the palace by his sisters, who, for once, actually want him to go out with them.

He’s a dashing young male, with his unruly amber hair brushed back from the glowing embers of his eyes, a crisp white shirt hanging off of his thinner frame, the first two buttons undone in haste.

He’d much rather be at home, reading strategy books or playing whatever wraith he can find in a game of chess, especially when he catches sight of Gideon and Baz, two of the loudest troublemakers in Prythian.

“C’mon,” Maude squeals, grabbing Gideon’s hand and tugging him along to the front of the group, “Let’s get this party started!”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Chlo’s is nestled in the foxholes of the Autumn Court, a place where none of the Night Court children had been before. In fact, they're pretty sure they aren’t allowed to be in here, not because of who their parents are, but because the city reminds them of Velaris, hidden and protected from above ground.

There’s music in the streets, not dissimilar to the music found in the Night Court. Bonfires litter the foxholes as they walk, males and females alike gather around the fiery pits, dancing and drinking and laughing the night away.

Knox shakes out his wings, brushing off the uncomfort he’s feeling from being unable to see the stars in the sky, sharing a look with Jax, who looks equally as uneasy.

He’s regretting not slinking away with Malos, who never truly let herself have a night off from Spywork, their shadows whispering in his ear her whereabouts.

Even Wren has given up on complaining once they’re entered the bar.

It’s nothing like Rita’s, that had been around for ages. Chlo’s is all dipped cedar and dark pine, flanked by a pristine cafė and a rundown storefront that claims to do psychic readings. Faelights beam in colored glass jars that are swinging throughout the room like strobes. The folk music from around the bonfires disappears as the plucky strumming of the guitar and deep bass of the drums plays unabashed, the bodies of fae and creatures alike gyrating to the lust lined music.

“Now this is awesome,” Zuzu breathes, dark eyes casting around the room in wonder. She peels away from the group with Aster on her heels, mirthroot joint tucked behind a pointed ear as they beeline towards the bar, eager to try the autumnal flavored drinks.

Castor, Sif, and Juniper head for the dance floor, giggling like school girls as they slip through the crowd with ease, hands linked together like the flower children of Spring.

Even Jax seems to be feeling lighter, absorbing the would-be overwhelming emotions filling the space, had he not mastered his powers at a younger age. The air is filled with excitement, carelessness, and a hint of lust that makes his throat thick. His hazel gaze glosses over as he revels in it, mouth twitching into a blissful smile.

Nyx and Wren find them an unoccupied table, settling into the chairs with minor struggle, the wings at their backs shifting awkwardly to wrap around the backrest. Jax slips into an empty seat without complaint, looking lighter than he has in years, while Knox kicks out another with a heavy boot, flipping it around to straddle the high back of the chair, wings resting comfortably at his back.

Baz, Gideon, and Maude move towards the bars for drinks, leaving Rook standing nervously at the table full of tall winged males, clad in all black and as intimidating as the cauldron itself.

He really should’ve stayed home, the youngest Vanserra thinks as he slumps into one of the empty seats.

Knox blinks, looking around the bar with all-seeing eyes. He hasn’t called his shadows back, figures it would be safer for Malos to have them creeping along with her while she’s snooping through the Autumn Court. He sends her a mental note not to stay out too long, to which she replies immediately, Missing me already?

Dearly, sis, he replies with a roll of his eyes.

Her laughter echoes in his mind and with quick word that she’s already on her way back to meet them, she’s gone.

Knox tries to settle into his seat, but finds himself at a loss. Malos is on her way and he’s with his siblings, but the bar is nearly too dark for him to be able to sign across the long table to Wren on the other side, and he isn’t sure how to conversate with Rook, if he even knows sign language, and Jax seems to be strangely in a world of his own right now, so fiddles with the thick ring on his finger while he waits for his drink.

Wren and Nyx are in deep conversation when a tray full of drinks slams down on the table between them, held by a grinning Baz.

“You’ve got to try these,” he exclaims, handing out shots to Nyx and his brothers. Maude and Gideon follow with their own trays, pitchers of drinks and a multitude of shots line each, presumably for the rest of their party.

Wren sniffs at the glass Baz hands him. The singing smell of alcohol burns the back of his throat and the tinge of cinnamon chokes him as he swallows the dark liquor down. He makes a face, frowning up at his brother.

“What in Mother’s name is this?” Nyx asks for both of them.

Baz shrugs, clinking his glass against Gideons and Maudes who’s cups are raised in a silent toast to themselves, “I don’t know but it’s awesome, isn’t it?”

The two oldest share knowing looks, well aware not to trust what Baz suggests because it’s most likely the thing that will get them in trouble.

Rook takes his like a pro, slamming the empty glass onto the table and quickly reaching for another. His pale, freckled cheeks have a rosy blush to them from just the first drink, and all of a sudden the first few undone buttons of his shirt don’t seem like they weren’t clasped because he was rushing, but now seems purposeful as his shoulders loosen with the alcohol.

The drink turns out to be some sort of cinnamon moonshine Maude had told them would put them on their asses when they’d each eagerly reached out for a second shot.

Jax forgoes the liquor, opening his senses more and more, letting the happiness and fun wash over him, loosening his tight shoulders. He turns to speak to his youngest brother, catching the prick of discomfort he feels when his eyes lock on a pretty female slinking through the crowd.

His mouth goes dry at the sight of her and he’s quickly mumbling to the youngest as he slides from his chair, “Be right back.”

Knox puffs out a silent breath as he watches his brother go, slinking through the writhing bodies with the stealth of a snake. He sits up in his chair, trying to follow Jax’s path but he loses him quick enough, slumping down, fingering the rim of his glass.

His dark eyes cut to the clock behind the bar, taking note of the time. He knows that their father is going to catch them, there’s a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach that says so, but even so, it’s nice to see Gideon with his girl, his siblings letting loose.

If only he himself could do the same.

Rook looks as bored as he is, tipping back on the two hind legs of his chair, a drink clasped close to his chest as he watches with sharp eyes both the party members and the crowd around. Knox watches intently as the youngest male does so, the gleam of his golden necklace catches in the bouncing faelight but the shadowsinger can’t quite make out the shape of it.

He averts his attention before he gets caught.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Malos stalks into the bar thirty minutes later, her itch to spy around the Autumn Court unfulfilled.

She’d wanted to find out more about the shadow hounds she’s heard so much about, looking to try and lure one out with her own shadows, but hadn’t caught sight of one of the protected animals of the Court.

She pushes through the bodies without a care, and no one dares call her out for her actions once they see her glower, the massive wings and fighting leathers. They don’t even know about the numerous weapons sheathed within them.

She almost wants one of them to bite back at her, stir up some trouble. Preferably someone at least twice her size or with a knack for fighting. 

She feels up for a little challenge.

But no one does, not even her older sister when she brushes through her and Aster, her shadows trailing her like obedient dogs.

Zuzu tugs on her hand but it’s not a fight she wants, laughing tipsily as she tries to get Malos to dance with her.

A smile tugs at the corner of Malos’ mouth, all she will allow before she’s twisting Zuzu into a spin, twirling her right into Aster’s arms. The pair spill into a fit of giggles before deciding to get another drink.

The younger sister takes the unoccupied spot next to Knox, scooping up an abandoned shot and knocking it back like it’s nothing. It’s sweet, the taste of cinnamon coats the back of her throat like syrup and she grimaces at the taste.

Not even her Aunt Nesta would drink this shit.

She doesn’t even get a chance to speak to her twin before Nyx is sliding into Jax’s empty seat, slinging an arm over her shoulders with an easy grin on his face.

Malos blushes at the contact, trying to shove the older male off of her. The heir doesn't budge, just plants a wet kiss to her cheek and beams, holding up another drink for her to take.

“Where’ve you been?” Nyx asks loudly–knowingly–in her ear.

She cringes away on instinct, glaring at the sly look on her twin's face, who blanches under her gaze, smartly averting his gaze to try and catch a glimpse of Jax.

She can smell the liquor on his breath. It’s hard not to, with all of the empty glasses littering the table. He’s faring better than Baz and Gideon though, who have their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders, drunkenly serenading Maude and Wren, who are only encouraging it.

“Around,” she replies smoothly, voice even like her father taught her.

If she’s going to be Nyx’s spymaster some day, she’ll have to keep practicing.

“You need to catch up,” is all he replies, cheersing his glass against hers.

Reluctantly, Malos takes the drink, glancing at Knox on the other side of her.

How much longer?

Should be any minute now, he replies, arms crossed as he leans on the tall back of the backwards chair, looking as relaxed as ever for someone who’s awaiting the downfall of their plan.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Baz should’ve seen it coming, he really should have.

But he’s having too much fun in the Autumn Court, with their fast-paced music, whimsical drinks, drunk and partying with all of his family. It’s everything he wanted tonight and more; dancing with the girls, trying to out drink his brothers.

His shadows are hissing in his ears but the bass is too loud and he’s not focused, can’t quite hear the urgency over the fun that he’s having. He bats them away when they ruin one of his toasts, and Rook nearly topples out of his seat when they skitter his way.

Three things happen all at once.

One. 

The shadows beneath the table awaken, shifting and slithering around each of the Night Court children’s ankles and pulling tight, chaining their legs to the ground.

They startle, sharing wide eyed looks between each other and harsh swallows of guilt, knowing they’re in deep shit.

Two. 

Sif and Juniper’s beaming smiles drop, looks of terror replacing them as they catch sight of the bulky figure striding for them. The crowd parts easily, some grumbling about how the night is going to turn chaotic from the sight of those broad wings, some sneering at the Night Court females.

Castor hasn’t noticed, back to the looming male. She’s having fun, buzzing from the spiced cider she’s had and dancing wildly to make her sister and Juniper laugh. Her eyes are shut tightly, grin stretching across her face so hard her cheeks ache, until she runs into the brick wall of the male at her back.

She spins on her heel, ready to tell them off but her mouth goes slack as she stares wide-eyed up at him, a firm frown on his face.

“Dad?”

Three.

A shadow crawls over the shoulders of the two females at the bar, drinking in the attention from a group of fit fae males while they await their cocktails of choice.

If they had been paying more attention they would’ve felt the rippling power throughout the nightclub, seen the fae lights flickering overhead.

They share a quick look and a low curse, before Zuzu and Aster paint on their most innocent faces as they turn towards the crow of darkness standing at their backs.

The High Lord of the Night Court stands behind them, arms crossed over his chest, a disappointed look on his face. Rhys has even put on one of his most extravagant crowns for the occasion, dark painted iron and gleaming onyx gems that drink in all of the light.

The young warriors surrounding them cower under the harsh violet gaze of the High Lord, slowly backing away in hopes he won’t notice.

“Let’s go,” he growls, grabbing each female by their wrists and winnowing away into nothingness.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

“Knox wins, again,” Malos mutters, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes.

They’d all been dragged back to the Night Court without a word from their fathers, and now they’re all standing in a line before them, mothers and fathers furious with them for their actions.

Her twin looks down the line of siblings and cousins, a smirk on his face that clearly states ‘I told you so,’ but when his fathers withering glare turns his way he ducks down bashfully, shrugging in defense, signing a lame ‘I’m sorry,’ that he knows will do nothing to get him out of trouble.

“This isn’t something to be won,” Rhysand scolds. His heart hasn’t stopped racing since he’d learnt of his children’s venture to the Autumn Court. And while Beron was no longer an issue at hand, there are many other things that could’ve happened had he showed up any later. “This isn’t some game!”

Rarely have they seen the High Lord like this. Once, when they’d ruined a High Lords meeting by releasing a young snowcat they’d found roaming outside during their snowball fight in Winter, and the other, when they’d all banded together when they were young, trying to steal a slice of the enormous Starfall cake before dinner. The entire table had fallen to the ground, destroying all of the desserts in front of the entire party. They were sent to bed early that night.

Azriel hasn’t spoken. He’s absolutely fuming at what the children have done. A part of him feels so stupid, his shadows screeching in his ears hadn’t been enough to wake him from his deep slumber, after having taken you three times since arriving back from a long trip to the Steppes.

His children had done well in choosing tonight to sneak out, he had to give them that.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them. Interrogate them all separately like he used to do when they were younger, though he knows that his children had learned some of his ways and have most likely made up a story to all tell their parents.

On the other hand, it’s quite obvious who the masterminds behind the plan are.

But Cassian asks anyway, slipping easily into the voice he uses when he’s commanding an army, “Who did it?”

For a moment, none of their children move. There isn’t a twitch of a hand, a flicker of a gaze to point out the culprit. 

At least, not until Rhysand and Azriel let their power leech a little.

That would always get them to break.

The rest of the children flinch, frantically pointing at Baz and Giddy, who sway in their spots, though they’ve seemed to sober up tremendously since getting caught, knowing they’re in deep shit.

They seem to realize at the same time that they are pointing at each other, frowning and protesting at the same time, “Hey!”

“Basil, Gideon, stay put,” Rhys’ tone is fierce, a pointed look pinning the two young males to their spots, “The rest of you, get out of my sight.”

None of the other children dare to respond other than quickly filing from the room with you, Feyre, and Nesta on their heels.

Azriel studies his son intently. His eyes are glossed over, cast downwards to the floor because he knows he’s in trouble. There’s a leaf shaped shot glass tied around his neck and Azriel can smell the stink of moonshine from where he stands.

Gideon isn’t much better off. Mouth bruised and neck littered with love bites from the eldest of the Vanserra daughters. His hair is a disheveled mess and his shirt is rumpled.

They look utterly guilty.

Rhys takes the lead. He’s acting as High Lord first instead of concerned father and uncle, since this incident is a multi court disaster, and he knows his brothers are too infuriated with their sons to speak right now.

“Do you know how much danger you could’ve put everyone in?” Rhys asks, violet gaze unwavering, “I had to send a raven for permission to retrieve you all.” He’s disgusted, they can tell. Baz can hardly look at his father, for fear of the utter disappointment he’ll see.

Gideon opens his mouth to respond but Cassian is quick to silence him, “I don’t want to hear it, Gideon. This is the most foolish thing you’ve ever done! And putting your sisters into that kind of danger all for a female? What were you thinking?”

His son shrugs, biting his tongue because he wants to yell back that Maude isn’t just some female. Baz tries, “But we had Wren and Nyx with us! And Malos and Knox! And Jax! We’re all trained, we know how to defend ourselves!”

He doesn’t know what’s worse. The fact that Azriel responds with an icy calmness, when Baz wishes he would raise his voice and scream at him, or the fact that of course, his father is right.

“That’s not the point, Basil. You may know how to defend yourselves, but in a different court, should something have happened, it would not be so easy to help you out of it.”

The shadowsinger’s frozen with anger, with fear. He’s immediately brought back to his childhood, when he was locked away from the rest of the world. If his children had been seized and locked away like he was…he can’t even think about it, the churning in his stomach is enough. His mind is racing a thousand miles a minute, and hasn't calmed since getting all of the children back to safety in the Night Court. 

He’s afraid he’s losing his mind.

A gentle thrum vibrates in his chest, like a purr. You, calling out to him through the bond, sensing and sharing his fears, but trying to be supportive in the only way you know how while you’re in separate rooms.

He eases only slightly.

“Your brothers and sisters are not spymasters yet, you should remember that,” each word tastes like acid, he hates the fact that he even needs to be having this conversation.

Baz’s shadows pick up on the well-hidden emotions of his father and his throat goes thick with emotion.

“Dad–”

“Enough, Basil,” Azriel raises a hand in response, shaking his head slightly, “Hear your punishment with no complaints. Then, we are going home.”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbles, cheeks burning with shame as he steps back next to Gideon to await his punishment.

Rhys looks back and forth between them, trying to decide a punishment worthy of sneaking out the court. He knows that Gideon is a young male in love for the first time, and his heart squeezes in his chest at the thought of what he was like when he was young and in love.

And Baz…he knows Baz means well, that he wants to please his siblings, wants them to have a fun time no matter what they are doing. He has much to learn, if he ever wishes to be as good a spymaster as his father or warrior like his uncle.

“Gideon,” Rhys starts and the older of the two looks up, ready to accept his punishment, “You’re to help Aunt Elain out in the gardens. You’ll be–”

“But what about my allergies?” he protests loudly. A harsh look from Cassian shuts him up, huffing quietly, “Yes, High Lord.”

“Basil,” Rhysand turns to his other nephew, “You’re going to spend one hour a day with Bryaxis.”

Baz’s mouth drops open in shock. He glances to his father whose eyes have widened only slightly, before they get that familiar gleam, and he knows he’s speaking to his High Lord.

You can’t put him down there, Azriel hisses to his brother.

And why not? Rhys’ brows twitch but he doesn’t avert his gaze from his nephews.

This is Baz we’re talking about. Baz and Bryaxis? I can’t even imagine the kind of friendship my son will have with the beast…what kind of trouble they’d get into.

Shit, you’re right, Rhysand agrees, before amending his punishment, “I’ve changed my mind. Baz, you will be bringing Amren her dinner for the next two months.”

“Fuck me truly,” Baz mutters under his breath because she’s a way scarier beast than the monster in the library is.

Gideon can’t help but to be relieved with his punishment, mild compared to his cousins. He’ll take an itchy nose over having to take blood to Aunt Amren anyway.

“And the both of you are on doubles for training until your father’s deem you sorry enough to stop,” his violet eyes cut to Cassian’s, then Azriel’s, a hint of amusement glimmers there before he finishes addressing the young males, “Starting this morning. At first light, which is now only an hour away. Rest up.”

They are definitely going to make their son’s hangovers a living hell.

Baz bites back a groan, shoving Gideon when the older boy starts for the door. He stumbles and throws a glare over his shoulder at his cousin, but chooses not to say anything because the entire thing was his idea and Baz hadn’t ratted him out, even though he easily could’ve.

“And one more thing,” Rhysand calls after them, and they turn slowly, a bad feeling settling in the pits of their stomachs. 

“You’ll be walking the stairs in the House of Wind, right now.”

“Try not to be too late for training, boys,” Cassian adds, siphons flickering with his words.

He owes Baz big time.

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Unwrapped

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Ok, if you can write closer to Christmas (or now), reader and Az family Christmas and the kids fighting to open presents and we definitely want Zuzu yelling at Baz "DROP MY GIFT NOW"

Warnings: None. Fluff.

Word Count: 2,661

Notes: Note quite Christmas but Starfall. Happy Holidays to you all! 💙

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“Incoming in three…two…one…”

Each number closer to zero is met with a press of your mate's lips against your own. A blissful way to wake up, until your horde of children burst into your room, shattering the calm morning.

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! It’s Starfall,” Zuzu squeals, racing into the room with her brothers hot on her heels. She’s the loudest so she’s in charge of rousing her parents from their sleep.

You nuzzle your head into Azriel’s neck who holds you tighter around the waist in return.

“Do you think they know we’re awake?” you try and can feel his smile against your temple.

“Yes, mommy, we know you’re awake,” Baz answers for you, unamused. Damn those shadows.

You roll onto your back, keeping your hand tucked in Azriel’s as you assess all of your children. 

The two oldest, Wren and Baz, are carrying the two youngest against their hips like they’d been doing so much more recently. Wren must’ve taken the twins out of their cribs to join in on what seems to be becoming a tradition; waking their parents up on Starfall morning to open their gifts.

Zuzu and Jax must be on waking you and your mate duty as they’re already climbing up into your bed. Your oldest daughter, ever the determined one, uses all of her strength to pull herself up onto the plush bed, only slipping once.

She bounds over to Azriel’s side, abandoning her younger brother, and steps on your legs in the process.

Jax’s face is scrunched up in the cutest way as he watches Zuzu maneuver her way across the strewn limbs of her parents before his wide eyes settle on you, staring at you just like Azriel does sometimes. The kind of look you get where you’re supposed to know exactly what he wants.

You counter it with your own stare, facing off with your fourth born. His eyes barely peek over the edge of the bed, little hands fisting the sheets in his grasp and you know he’s standing up on his little tiptoes by the way he wobbles every so often. You bite back your smile, leaning over to scoop him up from the floor.

“Is the sun even up?” you groan playfully, smoothing back Jax’s hair. He makes a sigh of contentment, immediately burrowing into the warm space he’d wedged himself between you and your mate. You know the rest of your eager children had woken him up for this. “Because I feel like it’s not.”

“Mommy,” Baz whines, readjusting Knox on his hip. You can’t help but puff out a laugh, sharing an amused look with Azriel. Your second oldest looks everything like you right now; hip jutted out with Knox resting there, the tranquil babe lying his head on his brother's shoulder. The knowing look he’s sending you is an exact replica of the face you make when they’re doing something they shouldn’t be. “We can’t sleep!”

Zuzu’s taken position, jumping on the bed by her father. Ever the safeguard, Azriel rolls away from you, his heart jumping in his chest because she’s not only being reckless with his wings so close to where her tiny feet are pounding into the bed, but how she’s so close to the edge and can tumble off at any moment.

She giggles when he snatches her up, pressing kisses to the apples of her cheeks.

Wren is the first to break because Malos makes a startling noise in his arms. His parents have already captured two of the six of them and their bed looks so warm and comfortable and he forgot to put on his socks this morning because he was too excited about presents and now he can hardly feel his toes. Maybe if he presses them against the warmth of his fathers back it will help drive his daddy from the bed…

“Wren,” Baz exclaims, watching how his oldest brother plops Malos down onto the bed before climbing up right after her. “What are you doing?”

Wren shrugs, sidling right up against Az’s side, lounging contently next to his father while he tickles Zuzu, “Sorry Baz, my toes are cold.”

To emphasize, he presses them flush to Azriel’s bare skin, which causes him to grab onto Zuzu and Malos as he flinches, which causes Jax in the middle to startle, whimpering in his cocoon of warmth, which in turn makes you give Azriel that exact look Baz had entered the room with.

Azriel laughs as your second oldest protests.

“But the presents–”

“The presents can wait Bazzy,” you respond, opening your arms up for the rest of your boys, “Come on. I know you want cuddles too.”

“I want presents,” he protests, taking a step closer to the door. He’s stubborn, you’ll give it to him, hazel eyes hard with determination. He looks down at the youngest sibling, murmuring into his mused hair, “C’mon Knoxie, you and me will go open presents.”

But when Knox makes grabby hands towards you there’s nothing he can do. Even though his older brother and Zuzu had been adamant about wanting to tear into the nicely wrapped presents without their parents, they’ve betrayed him and are cozied up in the large bed with them.

He should’ve talked her out of starting without you and Az.

“Traitor,” he whispers against Knox’s forehead, but he doesn’t mean it. It’s followed by a sweet kiss to his brother’s smooth skin who offers him a wobbly grin and a pinch to his cheek in return.

He passes Knox to you who immediately settles onto your chest, beaming at the rest of his siblings already tucked up with you and Azriel. He pats Jax’s head who’s almost back asleep again, gently brushing his hair with his chubby one-year-old hands.

Baz reluctantly follows, the last of the six to arrive. He tugs the blanket over himself, leaning his head against your shoulder, pouting. You rest your head against his, poking his jutting pink lip until he sighs, grabbing your hand to move it from his face and clutching it tightly in his own.

“I want to open presents, mom.”

“I know baby,” you respond just as softly because now he’s whispering like he doesn’t want his siblings to hear. “Let’s give it a few minutes, yeah?”

He sighs but agrees, “Okay. But I get to open the first present, right?”

“I think you might have to fight Zuzu for that honor, baby.” The two of you turn to watch your daughter who’s currently wrestling with her oldest brother. Wren’s laughing but you can tell it’s a bit nervous because his sister is not holding back.

“Cut it out, you two,” you scold, hitting Azriel lightly on the chest because he’s lying there watching the battle unfold, proud as ever.

“Hey,” he whines and your children have definitely picked that up from him. He carefully leans over Jax to press an apology kiss to your lips.

Your children groan in unison and it makes you smile against your mate’s mouth as they scramble from the bed. The cuddles were short lived because they’re dragging Knox and Malos out of you and Azriel’s arms, already cheering and yelling about opening presents once again.

Azriel curses softly against your mouth, “Sorry, my Love. I ruined it because I can’t stay away from you.”

You hum, reveling in the feeling of his lips on yours and the warmth down the bond. “It’s alright,” you brush the hair back from his face, admiring the loving look in his gleaming eyes and the soft smile on his face, “Just means that you’re on cleaning duty.”

Azriel huffs, “Think I can talk Wren into doing it?”

You laugh wholeheartedly because Wren would help his father if he asked. Azriel’s his hands tighten around your waist at the sound.

“We better go before Baz and Zuzu tear the house apart,” you sigh, a lazy smile on your face from your cheeky mate. It melts into a wince as you hear the two of them arguing loudly downstairs.

“Happy Starfall, Love.”

“Happy Starfall, Az.”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

You and Azriel make your way downstairs hand in hand, sweet murmurs of your plans for the day. Presents, a nice big family breakfast, followed by cleaning up the strewn about present wrappings and preparing the food while your children play, waiting for the rest of the Inner Circle to come over later in the day.

You and your mate had always wanted to host a Starfall party for your family and friends and with Knox and Malos finally stumbling around on their own you thought it was the perfect year. Your home is still new and large enough not only for your own family but for the rest of it as well, a large yard with a nice patio to watch the stars shooting across the sky. To say that you were excited was an understatement. 

You’d sat outside with Azriel under the stars plenty of times since you’d moved in, and with your home being on the outskirts of the city you were convinced that the stars were so much brighter out here. You loved to gather all of your children around on the warm summer nights and point out different star clusters, telling them stories around the bonfire while snacking on delicious treats.

And now you’ll have a winter tradition as well.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

You walk into the room of pure chaos.

Wren has pushed the coffee table out of the way, sitting with Knox and Malos on the carpet who are clapping, your youngest daughter babbling as they watch Baz and Zuzu argue over a gift.

You share a look with Azriel, giving him a soft nod and a squeeze to his hand. 

Ready to be in parent mode.

Jax pads up to the both of you, his lower lip wobbling due to all of the heightened emotions in the room. He’s attuned to the feelings of others and at his young age he doesn’t understand how to differentiate between his and other’s emotions, often resulting in an overwhelmed babe.

Rhysand had said he was showing signs of being an empath, being as introverted as he is and highly sensitive to how others are feeling, along with the fact that your fourth born seemed more content playing by himself rather than with his siblings and cousins.

The fact that the only other arms he felt content in being in are Amren’s was surely a sign, calm in the apathetic females hold.

“Come here buddy,” Azriel greets, scooping the babe into his arms and cradling him close. He runs a soothing hand through his hair and presses kisses into his hair, taking a moment just to be with Jax, letting the child feel his own undisturbed emotions, letting his love wash over the little boy, who you watch visibly relax in his fathers arms.

You love how Azriel is with the kids.

“It has my name on it,” Baz draws your attention, arguing with Zuzu, trying to rip the gift out of her hands.

“No, it’s mine! Drop it now Baz!”

“Hey,” you take action, mommy mode on, letting Jax and Azriel have their moment so maybe he’ll want to participate with unwrapping gifts. “No fighting or no one’s getting gifts.”

Wren spring up before you can make it all the way, snagging the gift from both of their hands. His brother and sister protest like yowling cats but he doesn’t care, reading the tag on the box instead. He’ll be damned if they ruin opening gifts for the entire family.

“Sorry, Bazzy, this one is for Zuz,” he hands the gift to his sister, who sticks her tongue out at Baz in response.

Wren’s already digging around in the pile of presents for one with Baz’s name on it though, pulling one out with a yelp of excitement and handing it to his younger brother, “This one’s for you, B!”

“Sweet,” Baz gawps, taking the gift from his brother before waving it in his sister's face, “And look at that, it’s bigger than yours, Zuz!”

The glare he gets in response makes him back down real fast.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Jax has fallen asleep again, curled up with the stuffed Suriel he was gifted, the sudden rush of emotions from the morning had exhausted him.

You worry for him, but know that Azriel will do everything in his power to make sure that Jax stays comfortable and safe, getting the help he needs when he’s old enough to understand his own gifts.

Azriel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

It was an eventful morning, wrapping strewn about and six happy children. There’s nothing more you can ask for, this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

“I didn’t give you your present, Love,” Azriel’s voice is soothing and soft but the pinch you receive to your hind is not.

You yelp, hand automatically wrapping around his wrist to stop his cheeky antics. Your eyes widen with warning but the saccharine scent sweeping off of you betrays your true feelings, the swoop in your stomach, weak from just a single touch from your mate, even after all of these years.

“I need to get into the kitchen,” your cheeks pink up at the look he’s giving you when you turn in his arms, a suggestive smile to match that glimmer in his eyes, “I have seven hungry mouths to feed.”

You lean into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him there as you admire him, loving the feeling of his body pressed up against yours, that familiar hardening against your leg.

“Let me help you then,” he gives you a long kiss, thumbing across your cheek in a loving manner.

You pull apart as your oldest daughter comes running into the room, skidding to a halt where you’re tangled with your mate, looking up at the both of you with the face you recognize as the one Azriel can never say no to.

You wait, watching amused as Zuzu begs Azriel to play with her new dolls with her until her cousins come over.

Azriel looks at you helplessly and you can’t help but smile softly at him, “Go.” You pat his ass once, twice. He melts, giving you a grateful kiss in return before he reaches down for his daughter's hand.

“You sure?” he asks but Zuzu is already dragging him away.

You laugh, shrugging, “I’ll ask Wrennie and Baz if they want to help.”

“Help what mommy?” Baz perks up, cheeks going cherry red when you shoot him a look because he knows he’s not supposed to be eavesdropping with his shadows. 

“Sorry,” he utters bashfully, waving a stuffed toy that rattles in front of Knox and Malos.

You approach your other children, the two oldest trying to distract the youngest so they can sneak away and play with their own new toys.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to help me with breakfast?”

They both light up at your question, beaming at each other. Baz is a natural in the kitchen, always wanting to help in some way, shape, or form, wanting to learn anything and everything about cooking and Wren just loves to be included no matter what the task.

You scoop up Malos, bringing her new toy with her. Wren helps by wrangling Knox into his arms as Baz races towards the kitchen, buzzing with excitement. Jax is still snoozing peacefully and you’ll put the twins in their chairs while you and your boys cook as you’ve done many times before. Jax will come find the rest of you when he’s good and ready, most likely he’ll be looking for sleepy cuddles, his and your favorite.

“So, what will it be boys, pancakes or waffles?”

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Taciturn

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Beta'd by @acourtofmenandthirst in which Baz asks why Knox doesn't make any noise.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,228

Fun Fact: @acourtofmenandthirst and I are actually sisters 🤭

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“Mommy?” A small voice pulls your attention away from the two babes sleeping soundly in the cradle before you.

Azriel had offered to help you put them to sleep, but with the rest of your children cuddled up to the shadowsinger on the couch, you knew there was no way that you could ask him to move. They were all so precious together, sipping on their warmed milk, listening to the music box your mate had brought home from his travels to the Dawn Court earlier in the week. You were surprised the rowdy second-born hadn’t already fallen asleep.

Baz’s head peeks around the door to your room. He doesn’t enter like he normally would, running right in without knocking. Your mischievous son had interrupted you and Azriel more than a few times, even with your mate’s shadows keeping watch on the little ones.

“Hey baby,” you greet softly. “Want to come in?”

Baz looks towards the bassinet for a moment, and normally the little boy wouldn’t hesitate to be near his newest siblings, only a few months old, but now, as he stands gripping the frame of the door in his fingers, contemplating if he should move inside the room or not, you begin to worry. You catch a glimpse of his shiny bottom lip, wobbling as he tries to hold back a frown. 

“What’s wrong little man?” you ask, moving from the peaceful babes towards your second born, prying the door from his grasp and crouching down before him. “Are you okay?”

Baz’s gaze meets yours and as soon as you open your arms for him the boy comes stumbling in, wrapping his hands around your head for a tight hug. He clings to you for a long while, so long that your legs begin to go numb from crouching, and he sighs in relief when you stand, taking him with you as you move towards the comfortable bed.

You sit Baz next to you, still tucked beneath your arm, waiting patiently for him to speak. His feet dangle off the large bed and he clasps his hands in his lap tightly. It would be adorable if you weren’t wondering what was going to come out of your child’s mouth.

He takes a large inhale when he’s ready, and you brace yourself as the question spills from his mouth. “How come Knoxie doesn’t cry like Malos does?” 

Your gaze flickers to the bassinet where your son sleeps. Since he’d been born he hadn’t made a peep, and after the first time you’d caught him wailing with no sound coming from the tiny babe, you’d taken him straight to Madja. 

The healer had assessed the child, you holding onto Azriel’s hand tightly as she did so, terrified for the newborn. His vocal cords had not developed correctly in the womb and thus the babe would never be able to speak.

You’d collapsed in a fit of tears once all of your children had been put to bed and you were alone with your mate, saddened that your youngest wouldn’t be able to use his voice.

Baz’s eyes are wide, little brows furrowed with concern for his smallest brother as he waits for your answer. You would have been able to see your own reflection in those shiny golden eyes, with the sheen of tears that threatened to brim over the edge, had the room not been so dark. 

You swallow harshly, hugging him closer. The thought of it still makes your throat raw with emotion, even though you know Knox will be alright, and his five siblings will do anything for him. It was his twin that used her voice for the both of them, though, screaming and crying if she were ever too far from her brother. 

There was hesitancy in your second born, one you noticed quickly when the older children played with their youngest siblings. He had been afraid to touch his baby brother, despite Wren’s gentle hand running over Knox’s soft hair and Zuzu prepared to manhandle her new sister, ready to dress her up like a brand new doll. While Jax, too, was silent, it was Baz who stood the farthest away from the babes, perched on Azriel’s lap. 

“Knoxie can’t cry. His vocal cords don’t work,” you stroke your fingers through his pitch black hair as he processed, but the little boy is still confused, doesn’t understand what that means. 

So he asks, “Why not? Everyone else’s work.” His head tilts to the side, resting his chubby cheek fully against your palm. 

“When he was still growing in my tummy with Malos, the part that makes you able to speak didn’t develop for Knox. There wasn’t anything that anyone could have done to help him in there, we didn’t know until he was here,” you explain gently, feeling a tinge of worry down the bond from where Azriel is downstairs. You push a soft feeling in return, letting him know that you’re okay.

“He won’t ever be able to talk?” Baz’s eyes are once again filled with tears and it breaks your heart to see him like this, looking between the cradle and you. He grasps onto your hand tightly. Your boy takes a deep breath, through his mouth like he’s forcing himself to stay calm - to not cry. His wings flutter behind him slightly, feet kicking off the side of the bed, disrupting the mist of shadows forming around him. 

“I’m afraid not, Baz,” your own eyes are filled with tears that you struggle to push away before your son can see them. You swallow the knot in your throat, forcing yourself to smile at him, because you felt your lips curling downward in a frown, one that you’re sure would have you sobbing if you allowed yourself to think about it for too long. 

Your son is quiet for a moment, thinking about what you’ve told him. His gaze wavers over his littlest brother, watching the sleeping bat scrunch his little fist in his sleep. His hands drop yours as he perks up against you, eyes bright and wings standing tall as he says, “That’s okay mommy, I’ll talk for him!”

A teary laugh bubbles from your throat as you hug him close. You know your children would do anything for each other and this only proves it. Baz is a fantastic older brother already. He loves being around his siblings and helping them navigate the world, teaching them all of the things he knows and keeping them safe; a protector like his father.

You nod, agreeing with the little boy who plants a wet kiss to your cheek before he bounds off the bed to see his little brother in the bassinet. He stands on his tiptoes to peer over the side of the crib, his growing wings flap rapidly, butt perched in the air as his wings take him only an inch off the ground. 

“See Knoxie? I can talk for the both of us,” he whispers, caressing his baby brother who’s sound asleep. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll always be here to keep you safe. I love you and Malos so much.” 

You wipe the tear that falls from the sight of your loving children, a wobbly smile on your face as you admire them. 

Everything will be okay, you know it.

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Into the New

Azriel x Reader

Summary: A little New Years fluff. Cheers 2023!! 💙

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 939

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You admire your daughter from the doorway, having shut the light off when she’d finally tuckered out after a fun night staying up late with her siblings, parents, and family ringing in the new year.

Zuzu is sound asleep, a soft smile on her face from the enticing dream she’s having of sugary treats and the family celebrations that had aspired during the night. Her mother had taken her out into the city, just the two of them, and let her pick out her own dress for the celebration; a lovely blue dress with a poofy skirt that bounced when she ran across the room, bouncing from aunt to uncle to show it off.

She and Baz had played a tiny prank on Uncle Cassian, who had taken it with a grain of salt, enjoying the harmless joke and the way his niece and nephew were giggling like mad. He hadn’t told their parents about it, either.

She’d gotten to stand on her fathers toes as he twirled her around the room while the upbeat music sounded throughout the large home, her tiny hands in his large ones made Azriel choke up a little, golden eyes shining with unshed tears, filled with so much love for his little girl, while she stared back up at him just as loving.

And Zuzu had even gotten a New Years kiss from Uncle Rhys, whom she had a massive crush on. He’d swooped her up as she ran by, saving her from Wren Baz’s outstretched hands, ready to tag her in their game.

She’d clasped onto him tightly while he shooed the boys off and then explained to her that it was officially a start to a new year, which meant change, growth, and promises that she’d cherish forever, vowed with an exaggerated smack of his lips to her cheek that had her blushing and giggling like mad.

She’d been in awe when it had marked the start of the new year. The way Uncle Cassian had spun Auntie Nesta around and tipped her back into his strong arms for a kiss that looked just like the fairy tales she saw in her books. The way that Uncle Rhys had looked at Auntie Feyre like she was the only other person in the room, violet eyes sparkling before he’d pulled her in so close that not even Nyx could squeeze between their legs, capturing her lips against his.

And her parents. She’d seen them kiss many times before, of course, but this…the way her father had leant down to whisper in her ear, nudging her ruddy red cheek with his nose, his smirking lips caressing her soft skin. He’d had her chin tucked between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it ever so gently to meet his eyes.

Zuzu hadn’t ever seen them smile so bright.

Finally he’d kissed her mother. But it wasn’t passionate like Uncle Rhys and Aunt Feyre, nor was it fiery like Uncle Cassians and Aunt Nestas. It was sweet, soft, fleeting, but loaded with a thousand promises. A thousand ‘I love you’s,’ a thousand ‘you’re my everything,’ and many more that the young girl didn’t know the words for.

They’d looked at her then. Then at her brothers, Wren and Baz where they were making faces with Giddy and Nyx at the sight of watching their parents kiss each other. Jax and the twins were already in bed but she knew her parents were thinking about them as they embraced, her mother leaning into her father like he was her world, the only thing keeping her standing.

Zuzu wants a love like theirs when she grows up.

You close the door gently behind you, a tired smile all of your own gracing your lips as you lean against your daughter's door. You’re exhausted and sated, so incredibly happy with the night spent with your friends and family, ringing in the new year together again. It was something special.

Azriel exits Wren and Baz’s room at the same time, mouth turned upwards in a small smile, thinking about how excited they were, telling him all about how much fun they had at the party with their cousins and family.

His heart is full, even more so when he was sitting with his two sons, one cuddling to each side of him and he could feel the swell of emotions you were leaking through the bond from where you were with your daughter, doing much the same as he and his sons were.

And there you are, looking as beautiful as ever. You’re dressed in the perfect new year dress, though everyone you wear seems better than the last in Azriel’s eyes. You’re glowing even though you look a smidge exhausted from the events of the party, but that smile you’re giving him makes his heart stutter in his chest just like it did the first time you blessed him with it.

Neither of you have to say anything, have the energy to, as you push from the door to meet your mate halfway, basking in the warmth thrumming through you, collapsing into his arms.

You press your ear to his chest, the steady beat a perfect melody as he gently takes your hands to wind them around his waist before one of his caresses the base of your head and the other your spine, slowly swaying the both of you in a silent rhythm in his mind.

It’s a perfect beginning to the new year, all of your babes sound asleep, your mate in your arms, dancing together in the hall of your beautiful home.

An excellent start indeed.

#Azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel/reader #azriel/you #dad!azriel #daddyaz #acotar #acowar #acomaf #acotarxreader #azsazz #zuzu #wren #baz

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The batbabies like to bring home the most random things. Rumor has it Knox brought home a wild Eris

No this is so cute but like imagine Jax and Baz playing out in the backyard and a raccoon (whatever lets pretend they have raccoons there) shows up and they're like omg thats so cool. and Jax loves learning about the creatures of Prythian and Baz is like, "I'll catch it for you!" and of course he does but Jax can feel the stress from the raccoon because he's an empath and he's torn between wanting to keep it or telling his brother to let it go. 🥹

#baz #jax #azsazz next gen

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little Baz dressed as a cowboy, but it's not because of his dad, it's because of his favorite uncle... Cassian

No because @writingsbychlo and i talk about the cowboy batboys all day long–

Uncle Cass throws Baz a cowboy themed birthday party, telling reader and Az not to worry about a thing. It includes ponies and horses, along with other farm animals like a little petting zoo. He makes everyone dress up like cowboys and there's lassoing and line dancing lol and omg it's so cute my heart. 💙🤠

#baz #azsazz next gen

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how would azriel react to baz getting his first partner?

ooooohhhh

This is interesting because I think that Baz is very fluid and open about his preferences. He doesn't take much to heart he just wants what he wants. I think his way of figuring out the type of person he wants to spend forever with is to experience as many types of different people as he can.

Az sees this from the start. Baz is like Cassian, cheeky, flirty, confident, and cocky, so he's used to this kind of behavior and also knows how to respond to it.

He wants to let his kids figure things out on their own so when he sees Baz sneak away from a party with someone he doesn't pry or anything, just lets Baz do Baz because he knows that he'll come to him if he needs anything.

At first no one thinks much of it. Baz is known for having flings so when he has his first long term relationship it piques Az's interest for sure. He's not the first to notice Baz seeing the same person around but he notes it with a soft smile on his face and a nod of approval towards his son when he catches his eye from across the room.

#baz #azsazz

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Which of Az's babies would hate to go to school? 👀 Did I hear Baz?

LMAO I LOVE HOW WE ALL KNOW BAZ SO WELL. 😂 Yes, yes, it's true. Baz doesn't like going to school because he can't be himself and he always gets in trouble and he might be a little jealous that Wren, Nyx, and Gideon are all in the same class. He'd rather stay at home with his momma and bake cookies.

#azsazz #baz #acotar next gen

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Baz with a dragon would be terrible, like a lot 😂😂 Someone save Prythian 😅😅

oh so bad 😂 jumps on it's back, doesn't know how to control it, fire breathing across the lands (whoops was that the spring court? hopefully those spring showers were set to hit today)

#baz #azsazz next gen

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Our Souls Are Stars and Mine Is Forever Yours

Gideon x Maude

(Cassian’s son and Eris’ daughter ~ Azsazz Next Gen)

Summary: Starfall Week Prompt 1: Character A introduced Character B to their favorite Starfall tradition. 

AKA: Gideon and Maudes first kiss.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,335

Notes: Wanted to try and write something for these two 💙

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His Uncle Rhys had told him about this very spot. Up on the balcony above the party, the perfect place to get a moment alone and view the beautifully colored stars as they glide through the night sky. The best place to kiss someone for the first time.

The High Lord had said it was unmatched, his violet eyes glowing vibrantly as he had told him and his cousins all about his favorite Starfall in all of the years he’s seen. It was the year Aunt Feyre had officially become his, the stars that had painted their skin with luminescence and the laughter and the kiss that followed. 

Gideon wants that.

And who better to have his first kiss with than the girl he’d been chasing for years without even realizing it? Maude Vanserra. Her name is a delicacy in his mouth, a portrait in his brain, a brand in his soul. The mere thought of her has his palms warming and his heart fluttering in his chest, stomach twisting with nervousness.

He’d known Maude for years, since they were children and Eris had brought her to a meeting with him, his pristinely dressed and well-mannered daughter clinging tightly to his neck. She was in that stage where she wanted to be wherever he was, and with Beron out of the picture and on better terms with the Night Court, he had let the little girl tag along. Of course, he had also brought a large platoon of soldiers to keep the children of Night away from her. 

She had been a true damsel in distress, even from that age.

And Gideon liked being her knight in shining armor. To save the heiress from her tower and ride off into the moonlight with her had been something he’d thought about for quite some time. He couldn’t help but stay away.

In return, Maude was determined to dig her way into his heart with her fiery spirit that threatened to burn down any weariness he had about committing to the Autumn female. 

His father had told him that it was just a childhood crush, that he’d outgrow within weeks. Weeks of thinking about the caramel color of Maude’s eyes turned into months obsessing over the ruddy red of her hair. How it blazed in the sun like the fiery pit in his stomach. Months of dreams of long auburn hair morphed into a year of reminders of her; the smattering of golden freckles across pale skin like the stars in the night sky, the cherry of her plump lips as he looked out his window at the garden of roses in full bloom, the absolute perfection of her laugh, matching the sweet melody sweeping through the Night Court streets.

And finally, he’s decided to make his move.

Getting Maude to agree to be his date to Starfall wasn’t the hard part. No, it was overbearing parents and the thought of a daughter spending the evening away at the Night Court with all of the troublemaker children Eris had wanted his own brood to stay away from.

It had been letting the information slip to his nosy cousins that he was finally ready to make a move on Maude.

They hadn’t stopped pestering him for weeks, snide comments at the dinner table that had their parents’ eyes narrowing and asking leading questions. Gideon’s harsh glares did nothing to stop their teasing, only had their heads ducked together, stifling their laughter behind their hands until their faces were red with it.

But he’d successfully slipped away from the prying eyes of Nyx, Wren, and Baz, who’d made sure to keep him and Maude within sight the entire night.

Her hand is warm in his, and she is the embodiment of a Goddess.

Dressed in a silvery pool of gossamer fabric, she shines. He’d even seen his sisters and cousins draw her into conversation, gushing about the beauty of her dress when they’d first caught sight of the glimmering ball gown.

Maude’s auburn hair glowed around her like a thousand suns swept perfectly into alignment, all for this moment.

All for him.

Gideon’s breath still hasn’t returned from the first time he’d seen her tonight, looking very much like the royalty she descends from; chin lifted and shoulder poised like a perfectly docile lady. But he knew her better than that, saw the way her creamy eyes shone with mischief as she watched Baz and Nyx glance from the dessert table around the room, cheeky smirks on their faces as they plotted under everyone’s noses.

She doesn’t speak, lets him lead her up the spiraling staircase up onto the balcony. Maude can sense his nervousness. The way that his hand is still tucked into hers, clutching it a little tighter than normal, his breath baited and his lip between his teeth.

He takes her toward the iron rails and heaves a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of his heart. He’s unsure of what to say, how to fill the screaming silence. The smear of stars should be flitting through the sky in no time, and while Gideon had meticulously planned out exactly what he was going to say to Maude, he hadn’t thought about when the perfect timing to admit his feelings would be.

“Giddy,” her voice draws him away from his circling thoughts. Her tone is soft, a lullaby that he’s never forgotten. She places her hand over his own, white-knuckled from how firmly he’s grasping the railing. One of her perfect eyebrows is quirked in question. “What’s going on?”

He looks away from the bright stars and once again he’s taken by her beauty. She’s perfect in every way and his heart tugs in his chest at the soft look on her face, the way that the corner of her mouth is quirked in a smirk, like she can read his mind.

Gideon swallows harshly, turning his hand over so he can grasp her fingers for support. Her smile only grows as he does so, and she gives him a reassuring squeeze even through her questioning eyes.

“There’s something I want to tell you,” he breathes, shifting on his feet as if he’s unsure of how to approach this.

His father had told him the cheeky ways he’d gone about winning his mothers hand, snarky remarks or suggestive comments that had the hard-willed woman weak in the knees no matter how hard she tried to hide it. But Gideon had seen it in action, and while Maude always laughed at his proud remarks, something in his heart was telling him to be serious.

But not as serious as his Uncle Azriel. While the stoic male had been known to prove his interest in ways other than words, Gideon isn’t quite sure that’s the route he should take with the spitfire Autumn female before him.

Maybe sweeping her off of her feet and dipping down for an off-guard kiss like his Uncle Rhysand would be the best option.

Maude’s giggle makes his heart soar and his mind calm. Her cheeks are rosy from the glass of champagne Zuzu had given her, and her molten caramel eyes shimmer in the moonlight.

“I figured that’s why you had wanted me to come up here with you,” she answers happily, a teasing tone with a smile to match.

He can’t help but grin back at her, rolling his eyes at her words. “Right. Right. Of course.”

The more she talks to him the steadier his heartbeat becomes, as if she’s leading the beating of it herself. A coat of warmth flows from her to him, sending shivers up his spine.

“You really need to practice what you’re going to say, if this is how long it’s going to take you.”

And the thing is, he did practice this moment. He’d stayed up late for weeks, unable to sleep because he was playing out the different ways that this could go in his head. Then he’d moved to the mirror, staring at himself as he repeated the words over and over again like he was presenting a report to his classmates. Hell, he’d even practiced on Knox, swearing his cousin to secrecy to keep this to himself, even from his twin.

None of the ways he’d thought this would come about were anything like this.

Gideon steps into her, placing his other hand on her hip. He’s an entire head taller than her and she has to crane her neck back to look up at him, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her copper hair falls away from her face at the action, revealing her smooth pale skin that looks ethereal under the glimmering moonlight.

They’re close but not touching. He’s afraid that if he takes a deep enough breath he’ll feel all of her body that he so desperately wants pressed against his. He hadn’t even had the time to ask her to dance yet.

Gideon opens his mouth to speak, the rush of the admission filtering to the tip of his tongue without question as she beams at him, brushing her delicate fingers across the sleeve of his shirt to slide around the back of his neck.

“I really want to–”

The shadows in the corner of the terrace shift and the words die in his throat as he zero’s in on his target. 

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, glaring at the movement. Gideon’s fingers tighten on Maude’s and there’s something inside of him that wants to tug her closer and protect her, throw himself in front of her to keep her from danger, even though he knows exactly who those shadows belong to.

His heart clenches when the smile falls from Maude’s face. She peeks over her shoulder, following his line of sight. “What?”

“Baz, I know it’s you, get the hell out here,” Gideon barks towards the shadows.

Maude’s lips part in confusion, until the darkness melts away to reveal a sheepish looking Basil standing near the door. 

She places a reassuring hand on Gideon’s chest when he starts grumbling under his breath. He’s seething, can’t have a single moment alone to ask Maude the question that’s been haunting him for weeks. 

And where there is one son of the shadowsinger, there are surely more.

“Where’s Wren?” he asks in such a tone that even Baz knows he’s not fucking around.

The younger brother bites his lip, pointing past the balcony the two of them are standing near. 

Both Gideon and Maude lean to look over the railing and sure enough, Wren is there, flapping his wings to keep himself near the edge where he can hear their conversation clearly. 

Gideon raises an eyebrow at his cousin. How he’s managing to keep the beating of his wings so soft is a trick he’s going to have to ask him how to do later.

“Get the fuck up here, now,” his growl shatters the peaceful night. “And where is Nyx? I know he’s around here somewhere.”

Not that he needs to be. His nosy cousin could probably already be in either of their heads if he chooses to, no matter how strong the barriers of his mind are. 

Gideon twists on his heel as the princeling appears from thin air next to Baz. He leans against the side of the house, champagne flute tucked in his hand. He looks every bit like his relaxed father, but the facade slips slightly when he senses just how upset his cousin is with him. 

“Giddy,” Maude tries to ease the anger seeping from the male next to her with a gentle hand to his chest but he doesn’t relent, ready to give his cousins the scolding of a lifetime.

“You three,” he spits, his hand tightening on Maude’s hip slightly. The three males are staring at him like they’ve never seen him before, as if a star soul had slammed into him and is possessing his body. Usually he’s as carefree as any, but when it’s something to do with Maude, he’ll always protect her first. 

“Gideon,” Maude’s voice raises over the beginning of his ascent on his family, halting his words before he says something that he doesn’t mean. His brows are furrowed and she doesn’t like the deep frown on his face, vows to help him get his cousins back before the night is over, but as the first star streaks across the night sky, glorious in all of it’s amber hue, she has something else on her mind.

Her lips part with awe, attention fully drawn to the being slipping through the sky, its path as sure as the one it took on the same night the year before. 

Gideon can’t stop watching the way she’s looking at the star. The tension loosens from his body and he can’t think about anything else but the hopes that she’ll look at him like that someday. He tugs her closer on instinct, and the way she wraps her arms securely around his waist and rests her head against his chest has him feeling like the luckiest male in Prythian.

He holds her while the stars pass by, one turning to three and more join until the entire sky is lit up with colorful objects, glittering and racing each other as they pass. 

He’s aware of his cousins slinking away, to join their families downstairs or to give them privacy. Either way, he’s grateful they’ve finally taken the hint.

“Maude,” he asks softly, snagging her attention away from the attraction.

His heart stutters in his chest. Her eyes are glittering with tears at the beauty of what she’s seen and it makes Gideon ache in all of the best ways.

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her face. He won’t take up much more of her attention, he wants her to enjoy her night with him.

Gideon leans down to kiss her, and his heart soars right up alongside the stars.

It feels like he’s finally home.

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@starfallweek

#azsazz #starfall week #gideon #maude #azsazz next gen #acotar

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Delicious Daddies Masterlist:

In Azsazz Canon Order:

Family Dynamic [Fluff]

Hush Little Baby [Wren centered, SBA], Fluff]

Here’s to Tradition [Fluff]

You Too [Angst]

Can’t You See? [Fluff]

Concord [Angst]

Come Back [Angst]

Burning Man [Angst]

Summer Daze [Fluff]

Promises [Sick Fic, Fluff]

Two Is Better Than One[Fluff]

Taciturn[(Az doesn’t make an appearance), Baz centered, Fluff]

In the House Love Built [Smut]

The Calm Beneath the Storm [SBA, Fluff]

Cuddle Me In [SBA, Jax Centric]

The Rowdy Bunch [Angst, Fluff]

The Honeycrisp Grove [SBA,Fluff]

Winter Winds[Angst]

Sticking Together[Angst]

Snatched [Angst]

No Tricks, Just Treats[Halloween Special, Fluff]

Unwrapped[Fluff]

Into the New [Zuzu Centric]

Here for You [Zuzu Centric]

Between Me and You [Jax Centric, Fluff]

The Safeguard [Angst]

Warrior Status [Angst]

About Last Night[Bat Baby Centric]

Terrible Twos [Fluff]

You Too [Angst]

Strips and Sutures [Fluff]

You Too [Angst]

Due Time (Part 2) [Fluff]

Sweater Weather [SBA, Fluff]

Milk & Cream [SBA, Fluff]

Late Nights in the Middle of June [SBA, Fluff]

#azsazz delicious daddies #acotar #azsazz #azsazz masterlist

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I just found your profile (because I finished the acotar series a few days ago) and fell in love with Azriel. I'm so glad you write so much about him, but I'm confused like the kids? is there a sequence of fics i should read to understand how all kids work? age, characteristic and etc...

Your blog is really lovely, I'm in love ♡♡

Hello and welcome to azsazz, where I worship the ground Azriel works on 😅😂

There's not specifically a sequence to read my family fics in, but here are a few tips/suggestions I can give you!

To learn the birthing order of Az's kiddies I'd suggest reading Family Dynamic and then Two is Better Than One (these just set up the family members and birthing order).

If you don't want to read them here is the birthing order for Azriel's children: Wren (m), Baz (m), Zuzu (f), Jax (m), Malos (f), Knox (m).

I do have a few stories that the other children aren't in because I hadn't developed the family that much at that point, so if you'd like fics focused on Wren, check out Here's to Tradition, You Too, or Can't You See, Concord,

Here is a rough linear timeline of my family fics so far, starting out from when it was just Wren to when they are young adults:

Here's to Tradition

You Too

Can't You See?

Concord

Come Back

Burning Man

Family Dynamic

Two is Better Than One

Summer Daze

Promises

Sticking Together

The Rowdy Bunch

Snatched

The Calm Beneath the Storm

The Honeycrisp Grove

No Tricks, Just Treats

Warrior Status

The Safeguard

In the Azsazz Universe, Rhy's x Reader have Nyx. They're going to have one more child, a daughter, who has yet to be written into the universe.

Cassian x Reader have a son called Gideon. He can be read about in some of the Az fics as well as in Terrible Twos. They'll be having two daughters who are yet to be written in.

Eris x Reader currently have a daughter named Maude. I'm giving them two more children eventually as well, but if you'd like to read about Maude you can do so in Due Time and Sweater Weather.

Lucien x Reader don't have any children currently but they'll be having two, a boy and a girl eventually.

And even Tamlin's daughter, Linden, makes an appearance in The Safeguard. 😅

The full birthing order of every child in the universe right now is as follows: Nyx, Wren, Gideon, Baz, Zuzu, Jax, Maude, Malos, Knox.

Hopefully this wasn't too confusing, but thank you for this ask. If I forgot anything I'm sure someone with a better memory than me will let me know 😂💙😅 (totally wish I could pin multiple posts rn because I cannot lose this and I'd love to add to it)

#azsazz #acotar next gen #daddyaz #daddycass #dad!azriel #dad!eris #dad!cassian #dad!rhys #dad!lucien #dad!tamlin

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ACOTAR Masterlist

Crescent City Masterlist  (CC3 Cliffnotes by Azsazz)

Throne of Glass Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

The Nature of Things  [Angst]

The Games We Play (Part 2) [Fluff, Fight, Makeup]

Here’s to Tradition [Fluff, Daddy!Az]

Intertwine [Smut]

Ringside (Part 2) [Fluff]

Horrors of Hewn City [Angst]

In the Shadows [Fluff]

Rough Terrain (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) [Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Smut]

Leisurely [Fluff]

Come Back [Daddy!Az, Angst]

Starfall [Fluff]

Flame and Ash [Smut]

Reading Between the Lines [Fluff]

You Have Yourself a Deal [Fluff]

Just Hold On [Angst]

Haunt [Angst]

Walk Away (Part 2) [Angst, Breakup, Makeup]

Burning Man [Angst, Daddy!Az]

Family Dynamic [Fluff, Daddy!Az]

What Lies Ahead (Part 2) (Deleted Scene) (Deleted Scene 2) (Deleted Scene 3)

Bitter [Enemies to Lovers]

Sweet Like Frosting [Smut]

Aftermath [Angst]

Quisling (Part 2) [Angst]

The Different Kinds of Darkness [Fluff]

You Too [Daddy!Az, Daddy!Rhys, Daddy!Cass, Angst]

One More [Fluff, Smut]

Truth–Teller & Soul–Stealer [Angst]

A Different Color [Fluff]

The Art of Giving [Pining, Fluff]

Can’t You See? [Daddy!Az, Fluff]

Not Me [Angst]

Alpha Save Me [Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

Run Into Trouble (Part 2) [Longing, Angst]

Summer Daze [Fluff, Daddy!Az]

Promises [Sick fic, Fluff, Daddy!Az]

The Truth I Can’t Tell (Yet) [Angst, Pining]

Sticking Together [Daddy!Az, Angst]

Smirks and Shadows [Smut]

Thawing A Frozen Heart [Angst]

Looking Back [Fluff]

Not the Same But Closer Than You Think [Young!Az, Friends, Angst]

Concord [Daddy!Az, Angst]

Two Is Better Than One [Fluff, Daddy!Az]

A Better Idea [Fluff]

In the House Love Built [Smut]

Cocoon [Fluff]

The Rowdy Bunch [Daddy!Az]

Midnight Muse [SBA, Fluff]

Snatched [Daddy!Az, Angst]

Goldenrod [Angst, Sexual Tension, Exes]

Cupid’s Chokehold (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Bonus Smut Scene) (Bonus Smut Scene 2, Kinktober 2023, Rimming) [Angst, Enemies to Lovers]

The Calm Beneath the Storm [SBA, Daddy!Az, Fluff]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Batboys]

Warrior Status [Angst, Daddy!Az]

The Safeguard [Daddy!Az, Teen Angst]

The Honeycrisp Grove [SBA, Daddy!Az]

No Tricks, Just Treats [Daddy!Az, Halloween Special, Fluff]

After Hours [Modern!Azriel AU, Smut]

Taciturn [Daddy!Az (doesn’t make an appearance), Baz Centered]

Hush Little Baby [Daddy!Az, Wren Centered, SBA]

Nightlight  (Part 2) (Part 3 - Coming Soon) [Angst, Vanserra Sister!Reader] 

The One with the Best She’s Ever Had [Fluff, SBA]

Dirty Work [Smut]

Round and Round [Fluff, Comedy Special, who in the IC has slept with who]

Lips of an Angel (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) [Sad Boy Weekend, Angst, AU!Wren]

Cuddle Me In [SBA, Daddy!Az, Jax Centric]

Can We Just Stay Here? [TW: Mental Health]

All the Words We Cannot Say [Angst, MC deaths]

In Ribbons [Smut, Daddy!Az, Sub!Az]

Unwrapped [Daddy!Az, Fluff]

Alone (Part 2) (Part 3 - Coming Soon) [Angst]

Into the New [Daddy!Az, Fluff]

Coal Lined Lens [Modern!Azriel, Art School AU, Fluff]

About Last Night [Daddy!Az, Bat Baby Centric]

Winter Winds [Daddy!Az, Angst]

Between Me and You [Daddy!Az, Jax Centric]

Moonlight Rising [Fluff]

Siren Songs  Blurb – Moon Jellyfish  [Merman!Az, Fluff]

Azriel’s Journal [Photos, Angst]

Bloody Knuckles and the Songs of Death (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7 – Coming Soon) [Angst]

You Keep Me Sharp and Test My Worth in Blood (Blurb) (Blurb 2) [Vampire!Azriel] [More Vamp!Az blurbs under “Drabbles” Section]

Here for You [Daddy!Azriel, Zuzu Centric]

Secrets in the Shadows [Smut]

Between the Shadow and the Soul [Fluff, Mentions of Smut]

Whispers in the Wind [Split-Fic with writingsbychlo] [Angst, Fluff]

Small Town Az Headcanons

Bleed for Me [Vampire!Azriel, Angst]

Body and Soul [Vampire!Azriel, Smut (read warnings)]

You Know My Desires [Kinktober 2023, Wingplay]

Keep Me Satisfied [Smut, Pregnant!Reader]

Midnight Muse (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20) (Part 21) (Part 22) (Part 23) (Part 24) (Part 25) (Epilogue) [Art School!AU, Angst] [Moodboard/Masterlist] 

Penance [Modern Hockey AU, Angst]

Silence Isn’t Quiet Anymore [Angst]

Might Bite Back [Vampire!Azriel, Angst]

A Snowy Starfall [Daddy!Azriel, Fluff] [Bat Fam Moodboard by verena9003]

Little Sneak [Daddy!Azriel, Angst, Zuzu Centric]

Off Grid [Formula 1!AU, Angst]

Sway [Smut]

A Fighting Chance [Angst]

Seeing Red [Smut]

What You Made Me (Part 2) [Angst]

Warming Up [Fluff]

Storms Don’t Last [Friends to Lovers, Fluff]

Ruby Red [Smut]

Hack and Slash [SBA, Fluff]

Terrible Twos [Daddy!Cass, Fluff]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Cass]

Sugared and Spiked [Fluff]

Flesh Wound [Wounded!Cassian, Banter]

Shattered Me [Angst]

You Should Probably Leave [Smut, Sub!Cassian]

Mirror Mirror [Smut]

Structure of the Gods [Modern!Cass, Art School AU]

Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died [Smut, Hate-Fucking]

Burrow [Fluff, A/B/O Dynamics]

The Midnight Hour [Vampire!Cassian, Fluff]

Ace of Hearts [Modern!Cassian, Angst]

Strips and Sutures [Daddy!Cassian, Fluff]

Tonight I’m So Lonely (Part 2) [Rhysand’s Sister!Reader, Angst]

Break Up in a Small Town [Modern!Cassian x Archeron Sister!Reader, Angst]

Take It [Kinktober 2023, Thigh Riding]

Dial Drunk [Angst, Small Town!Cassian, Archeron Sister!Reader]

Change Your Ticket (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8 - Coming Soon) [A Modern Rugby Player!Cassian AU, Angst, Romance] [Moodboard/Masterlist]

Hear Me, See Me, Use Me [A/B/O Dynamics, Smut]

In Storm [Rancher!Cassian, Fluff]

Hanging by a Thread [Kinktober 2023, Edging]

Ride for Me [Starfall Week 2024] 

Dozen Roses & a Six Pack [Small Town!Cassian x Archeron Sister!Reader, Angst]

Safe Haven (Part 2) [Angst]

Due Time (Part 2) [Fluff, Daddy!Eris]

Fire & Water (Part 2) (Part 3) [Angst]

November Third [Smut]

Better Left Unsaid [Angst]

Just One More Taste [Fluff]

In the Foxholes [Smut]

Sweeter Than Pie [SBA, Fluff]

Sweater Weather [SBA, Fluff, Daddy!Eris]

Creepy Campfire [SBA, Fluff]

Milk & Cream [Daddy!Eris, SBA, Fluff]

Late Nights in the Middle of June [SBA, Fluff, Daddy!Eris]

You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire [Smut, TW: Slight Masochism, Slight Sadism]

The Autumn Chill [Angst]

Soul on Fire [Smut, Face-Fucking, Mentions of Voyeurism]

The Burning of the Autumn Leaves and the Roaring of My Yearning Heart [Kinktober 2023, Make-up Sex]

In the Palm of My Hand [Kinktober 2023, Wax Play]

Cherries, Juniper, and Orange Slices [Daddy!Eris, Fluff]

Equinox [Kinktober 2023, Public Throne Sex]

With Me [Angst, Rhysand’s Sister!Reader]

Hide (Part 2) (Part 3) [Angst]

A Courtier’s Promise (Part 2) [Fluff]

Live for Tonight [Angst]

The Other Woman [Angst]

Aching for Autumn [SBA, Fluff]

Meet me in the Woods [SBA, Fluff]

My Happy Ending [Angst]

Comets [Fluff, Starfall Week 2024]

Trying to Forget It [Angst]

Late Night Talking [SBA, Fluff]

Torment [Angst]

Clandestine Love [YA!Rhys, Pining, Fluff]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Rhys]

Falling For You [Fluff]

Destination Unknown [Angst]

Promised to Another [Angst, YA!Rhys]

Dioxazine (Part 2) [Modern!Rhys, Art School AU, Smut] (moodboard by verena9003)

Run Baby Run [Vampire!Rhys]

Just Hold On [Smut]

The Lord’s Work [Kinktober 2023, Face-Fucking]

Hung Up [Kinktober 2023, Cockwarming, CEO!Rhysand]

Lavender Haze [Angst, Rhysand’s Sister’s Best Friend!Reader] (Belongs to and predates the Clandestine Love timeline)

In Full Bloom [Smut]

Anywhere [Angst]

Azriel x Reader x Eris:

Fall into Night [Smut]

Wrong Side of the Right Coin (Part 2) [Angst, Smut]

The Lady of Fire and Night [Smut, MM Reader Watches]

Dismissed [Angst]

Cinders and Smoke [Angst]

Friend or Foe [Angst]

Rhysand x Reader x Feyre:

An Unquenchable Hunger [Smut]

Azriel x Cassian x Reader:

Dead by Dawn (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17 – Coming Soon) [Modern Zombie AU, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn] (Beautiful moodboard by verena9003)

Hungry for More [Smut, Oral, F Giving, Double Penetration, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Bondage]

Rhysand x Eris x Reader:

What’s Mine [Smut, FMM, A/B/O dynamics]

Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader:

Pack Mentality [Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

Bloody Hearts (Part 2) (Part 3 – Coming Soon) [Modern Mafia AU, Angst, Smut]

If You Should Die Before You Wake [Smut]

Learn Your Lesson [Smut]

Sanctum [Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

The Magic Number [Kinktober 2023, Overstimulation]

Rhysand x Azriel x Reader:

The Caress of Murder and Moonlight [Kinktober 2023, Dom/Sub]

Rhysand x Cassian x Reader:

Double Duty [Kinktober 2023, Double Penetration]

A Court of Four Horsemen:

Based off of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse featuring Rhysand as Conquest, Cassian as War, Eris as Famine, and Azriel as Death. [Angst, Smut]

I. The Lost Girl [Rhys x Reader]

II. The Last Petal [Cassian x Reader]

III. The Scourge of Autumn [Eris x Reader]

IV. The Darkest Night [Azriel x Reader]

Keep It Up [Kinktober 2023, Nesta x Reader, Praise]

Torrential [Knox x Reader] [Angst]

Our Souls Are Stars and Mine Is Forever Yours [Gideon x Maude] [Starfall Week Prompt 1, Fluff]

To My Heart [Knox x Reader] [Fluff]

Undercover [Jax x Reader] [Angst]

Jax uses his powers at a party

Jax finds out Knox’s mating bond has been found out

Bryaxis calls Jax a friend

Uncle Cassian’s reaction to finding out Jax wants to visit Bryaxis

Bat Boys reactions to you faking an orgasm [Eris] [Lucien]

What if Zuzu had gotten her wings clipped in the steppes? [AU]

Vampire!Azriel wants everyone to know you’re his

Vampire!Azriel wants you to make your choice

Vampire!Azriel takes care of you when you’re sick

[Zuzu gets a cat but it loves Azriel the most] [Wren, Baz, and Zuzu work together to try and convince their parents to get a second cat]

CEO!Rhys Headcanons (More CEO!Rhys)

Chef!Azriel Headcanons

CEO!Nesta Headcanons

Vampire!Rhys Headcanons

Azriel goes into panic mode when you start nesting

Rancher!Cassian Headcanons

Mechanic!Cassian Headcanons

Small town!Cassian when he met his girl for the first time

You show up to be the nude model in one of the bat boys art classes (Az, Rhys, and Cass included)

Which SJM Character is best in bed?

Key: 

[SBA] = Soft Boy Autumn

[CBW] = Cozy Boy Winter

[YA] = Young Adult

Other:

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