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azsazz · 1 year

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Here for You

Azriel x Reader (Zuzu Centered)

Summary: Anon Request: could we get something zuzu centered? we don’t get enough of the girls, and it would be so sweet to see az being a girl dad and y/n being a girl mom for a bit 🥹 maybe them being super excited to finally have a baby girl, when she’s really young or something? whatever you thinks best!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,076

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“C’mon Zuz! Keep going, you’re almost there,” Azriel shouts from your side.

You can’t contain the smile on your face, beaming as your daughter races across the open field on her little legs, kicking the ball with a determined look on her face. Her sleek black hair is twisted into tight plaits courtesy of her father, who had – like all things – studied the intricacies of braiding until he was near perfect. There had been many late nights you and your husband had spent together, letting him practice different hairstyles on you while you read, tucked up as far into his warmth as you could, giving him gentle reminders and praises on his final looks.

Zuzu also has dark streaks of paint on her cheeks, a gift from Uncle Cassian, who’d also given her a pep talk before her Moonball game had started. Between him, Azriel, and Rhys, you didn’t know who was cheering the loudest for your little girl, and your heart is bursting with joy at the pride your family is showing in the matching ‘Zuzu Rules’ shirts Rhysand had made for their final game.

Malos pouts where she’s been jostled in Azriel’s arms, on the verge of falling asleep when he’d excitedly begun cheering as Zuzu was passed the ball. Nesta notices at the same time, and is quick to take the babe and soothe her, waving a dismissive hand to Azriel who gives her an apologetic look for a brief moment before returning his gaze to the Moonball game before him.

He’s nearly vibrating with excitement, and you’ve had to pull Baz out of the way as his wings flared when one of the children on the other team had stolen the ball from Zuzu.

She’s certainly come a long way since her first game, where the same thing had happened and she’d tried to pummel the child into the ground for doing so. You had glared at your husband and his brothers who had all ducked their heads to hide the grins they were biting back. That was their girl.

Even your older sons had stopped their game of playing warrior to come cheer on their sister, their cousins pushing between all of the tall adult legs for a better view.

One of the children in a navy jersey chasing Zuzu towards the goal suddenly trips and falls into the grass with a surprised gasp but Zuzu doesn’t take notice. Unfortunately, you do, shooting Baz a warning look that says he’s going to get in trouble when he gets home. He’s only eight but he’s already learned a multitude of tricks with his shadows, and to an untrained eye they would’ve thought the child had merely tripped. You knew better than that, and by the way Baz switches sides with Wren so he’s standing further away from you with red cheeks and hunched shoulders, he did too.

Even Knox is intently watching his sister race across the grass. The midnight purple of her jersey brings out the ribbons in her hair, provided by her Auntie Elain and Uncle Lucien, who hadn’t been able to make it, as they were visiting Day for a surprise getaway.

“Come on baby, come on baby,” you mutter under your breath as she goes. Two children from the opposing team are blocking the way and if she uses her wings again she won’t be able to join the team next season, so you pray to the Mother she doesn’t flare those little wings wide and sweep these kids off of their feet.

“Yes, Z!” Wren jumps, shouting at his sister as she side-steps the offending players. He’d taught her that move when Uncle Cassian hadn’t been playing very fair in the backyard. Everything she’s learned about Moonball had been from her brothers and the rest of her family. She’s a warrior through and through, tough as nails and never backs down even when she was learning with all of the roughness her brothers and male cousins showed. Asteria hadn’t shown interest in the sport, instead she liked playing with her dolls and putting them in poses to draw in her coloring book.

“You got this, Zuz,” Baz encourages, while Jax claps his tiny hands and chants her name over and over again.

Your entire family holds their breath as she sets herself up to kick the ball into the goal. The child in the goal has a ready stance that’s startling for that of someone so young. He looks nearly professional, arms spread wide, knees bent, with a determined look in his eye. He and Zuzu had faced off before, and even her brothers had complimented how good he was at the sport.

Zuzu had scored against him this season once. The other time she had the chance, the little boy had blocked her ball from hitting the goal and you almost hadn’t stopped the rest of your sons from running out onto the field to defend their sister from the goalie who had gloated more than Cassian when he’d won the annual snowball fight, a smug smile on his face.

She’d been more determined than ever, immediately asking her brothers to go out into the yard with the instruction not to go easy on her.

Zuzu cocks her leg back. There’s steely determination in her fierce eyes. Her mouth is set in a firm line as she stares down the child like he’s her worst enemy.

And maybe he is.

The entire field is silent as her leg swings forward. The ball goes soaring through the air, looking like a shooting star, and everyone waits.

The child in the goal pushes off of the ground, throwing his body sideways into the path of the ball.

But he’s too late.

Your family erupts in mass of cheers and excitement, storming the field to gather the star player in congratulations and celebratory hugs.

She’s beaming, grinning like the day you and Azriel had told her that she was going to have a little sister.

Azriel hikes her up on his shoulders, spinning her around as the other parents gather their children and usher them away, but you don’t care, so utterly proud of Zuzu for scoring the winning goal of the game.

Her braids flop against her shoulders as she twirls, giggling like a mad woman and hands raised in the air in victory.

“I did it! I did it,” she screams.

And you couldn’t be more proud.

#azriel x reader #daddy azriel #azsazz next gen #azsazz #azsazz zuzu #azriel #dad!azriel #daddyaz #acotar #acomaf

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cpeersmann · 1 year

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Oh Gods… someone come scrape me off the floor! Our Shadowsinger, none other than Daddy Az!

Art: artworks_by_rokii on Instagram

#sarah j maas #sjm fandom #sjm fanart #sjm universe #sjmass #sjm #sjmaas #acotar #acomaf #acofas #acowar #acosf #azriel shadowsinger #daddy azriel #azriel #azriel fanart

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies · 3 months

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do You think Azriel and Gwyn will end up together? 😩 I love them from the bottom of my heart

OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTION

a/n i got carried away

Gwynriel over Elriel any day.

I personally love Elain x Lucien cos lucien and elain both deserve love. AND GWYN AND AZRIEL ARE JUST SO MOMMY AND DADDY MATERIAL 😻 like i would pay good money to either be in a threesome with them or be their child. like imagine daddy azriel when you have your first heartbreak or mum gwyn cuddling with you on the couch eating ice cream while watching sad romance movies so u have someone to cry with. 😭

my heart ❤️‍🩹

but in a threesome the way they would be so overprotective of you or in bed how azriel would be such a dom and mommy gwyn is just whispering how much of a goodgirl you are 😩

I REALLY HOPE THEY END UP TOGETHER LIKE MY HEART WOULD BR FIXED FRFR

my heart before gwynriel: 💔

my heart after gwynriel: ❤️‍🩹

ps i really truly believe that nesta is a hardcore gwynriel shipper

#gwyn x azriel #gwynriel #gwyn acosf #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #acotar series #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #elriel #elain acotar #elain archeron #daddy azriel #mommy gwyn #nestaisahardcoregwynrielshipperandnoonewillconvincemeotherwis

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azrielsbabyg · 1 year

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Azriel speaking french.

Thats it. That's the whole post.

#azriel #daddy azriel #step on me #brb crying #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acotar #acowar #amren #azriel x reader #cassian #elain archeron #feyre archeron #rhysand

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captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship · 1 year

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Azriel Mood Board

Gwynriel weeks 2023: Aesthetics

@gwynrielweeksofficial

Mood Board: 1 2 3 4

#gwynriel #gwynriel supremacy #acotar #gwyn berdara #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel’s shadows #daddy azriel #daddy azzy #azriel acotar #gwynriel weeks 2023

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shadowsxgwynriel · 1 year

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First Time Flying

Day 1: Series of Firsts @gwynrielweeksoffical

First time flying with Azriel.

Word Count: 744

Read on AO3

Azriel entered the House of Wind and was met with silence. Cassian and Nesta were no doubt locked away in their room, but he wasn’t exactly searching for them.

He cloaked himself in his shadows and walked in the direction of the private library. He stopped, not pushing the door open just yet.

Go inside, his shadows silently urged him.

Azriel ignored them, lingering outside of the door, listening to Gwyn’s soft voice. He caught sight of her through the partially opened door. She was reading a book, a smile on her beautiful face.

His gaze darted down to the two small forms cuddled up against her, laughing at whatever Gwyn was reading. Azriel felt warmth fill him at the sight of his mate reading to their twins.

He walked into the room and his daughter immediately squealed in delight. She shot up from the couch and ran over to him.

“Hi daddy!” Catrin yelled, clinging to his legs.

Azriel grinned down at his daughter. “Hi, Catrin. Were you good today?” He scooped her up into his arms.

She nodded enthusiastically. “I was!”

He winced and pulled his head back to save his eardrums.

Gwyn stood and walked over to them, Uriel staying close to his mother’s side.

Whereas Catrin was more excitable and adventurous than her brother, Uriel was more cautious and observant.

And while both of their kids had a blend of Azriel’s skin tone, only Catrin had his dark hair, hazel eyes, round ears, and wings. Uriel had his mother’s hair color, though a shade darker, freckles on the bridge of his nose, clear teal eyes, and arched ears.

“Hello, Shadowsinger,” Gwyn said with a smile. His shadows lounged on his shoulders, content to watch his mate and children.

Azriel returned her smile. “Priestess.” He bent his head to kiss her.

“No daddy!” Uriel shouted. “My mommy!”

Azriel couldn’t help but chuckle. He glanced down at his son, who was frowning up at him, puffing out his little chest. Even at the young age of three, Uriel was always determined to prove he was an alpha male.

Gwyn gave Azriel a look of amusement as she rubbed the soft swell of her belly.

Catrin bounced in his arms, her wings fluttering. “Today?“ she questioned, excitement in her voice.

He looked at Gwyn with a raised eyebrow. “It’s up to mommy.”

“Pwease mommy?“ Catrin begged. Az found it cute that she couldn’t pronounce her L’s. “Can I go why?”

“Fly,” Azriel corrected.

She scrunched her nose. “That’s what I said daddy!“

He just nodded, not willing to upset her.

Catrin continued to plead with Gwyn. “I’m big now!”

Gwyn smiled. “Are you now?”

Catrin nodded so hard that Azriel worried she’d break her neck. “I’m this many years now!” She held up three little fingers.

Azriel stayed silent, leaving it up to Gwyn. He knew that she wanted to wait until the kids were at least five before taking them up into the sky, but Catrin’s Illyrian side often prompted her to crave flying.

Gwyn sighed, defeat clear in her eyes. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anyone.” She looked down at Uriel. “Do you want to go flying too, sweetie?”

Uriel shook his head. “No mommy.” He wasn’t interested in flying, not like his sister.

“Can we go right now? Pwease pwease pwease?”

Azriel smiled. She was tenacious, like her mother. “Sure, why not?”

“Bye mommy! Bye Yuri!” Since Catrin couldn’t say Uriel, she called him Yuri.

“Bye,” Uriel said softly.

“Have fun,” Gwyn said. Then she pinned him with a look. “Not too high, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel winked and gave her a devilish smile, delighting in the way she bit her lip. After the twins went to bed, he had plans for his mate.

His shadows swirled around as he took one last, heated glance at Gwyn before going outside.

He took off into the sky.

Catrin’s small wings flapped, trying to mimic what his were doing, though they weren’t yet strong enough to hold her weight. Azriel knew that when she was old enough to fly, they would have a hard time keeping her on the ground.

He did little maneuvers in the sky, smiling at the sound of Catrin’s squealing laughter ringing through the air.

All too soon, Azriel landed back on the ground.

“Did you have fun?” he asked.

“Again daddy!” Catrin exclaimed.

Not able to tell his little girl no, Azriel took off into the sky once again.

#gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynriel #gwyn berdara #azriel #gwyn x azriel #azriel as a daddy #daddy azriel #pro gwynriel #gwynriel supremacy #gwyn and azriel

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 1 year

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Little White Lie

Happy 1st of December!! It’s officially socially acceptable to start celebrating Christmas, never mind that I’ve had all my decorations up since mid-Nov.

Enjoy a fluffy little Elriel + kids fic to celebrate the start of the festive season! 🥂☃️💙❄️🎄

Elriel. Fluff. 1k words. Modern AU.

Azriel wrestled with the organised containers Elain stored all the Christmas decorations in, trying to avoid the cobwebs in the garage. He’d already pulled out nine large, labelled containers, but she had insisted he bring all twelve of them up to the house so she could settle on the colour scheme for this year.

Yanking out yet another box, dust fell from the top of it, settling in his hair and onto his eyelashes, causing him to shake his head like a dog, holding back the impulse to sneeze.

“Dad, mama said not to forget the box with the lights in it!” His six-year-old son was beyond excited, helping him lug boxes up to the house as Azriel pulled them all out of their various hiding places.

Pulling the final two out of the high shelving units, he handed the lightest of them to Benedict and grabbed the other three, running a hand through his dusty hair once more, the feeling of something crawling down his neck now making the hairs at his nape stand on end.

“Yep, got ‘em all kiddo. Let’s go.”

Entering the house through the back sliding door, Elain and Rue looked up from the cookies they were decorating, his daughter sitting on the wide kitchen island, her legs tucked beneath her as she helped her mum pipe icing onto the star and tree shaped biscuits.

Her hazel eyes snapped up as she heard her father walk into the house, a squeal peeling from her little chest as she all but leaped onto his back as he passed by the kitchen holding the last of the Christmas boxes.

Elain just laughed, used to Rue’s spirited nature, not even blinking when her daughter threw herself off the bench, trusting Azriel would catch her every time.

“I LOVE Christmas daddy!” she exclaimed excitedly.

Rue had latched herself onto her father’s back, her strong little arms wrapped securely around his neck. Her sticky fingers smeared green icing onto the skin below his jaw as she dangled down his back like a baby koala clutching onto its mother.

Chuckling at his mischievous daughter, Azriel crouched, dropping the boxes he still held whilst allowing Rue’s socked feet to touch the floor, the four-year-old bounding off to open boxes as soon as he’d let her down.

Elain was just placing the final touches on a star shaped cookie when she strolled over to Azriel, the shortbread treat held between her slender fingers.

“All twelve containers?” she asked, a content smile lighting up her face as she brought the cookie up to her husband’s lips.

“All twelve containers,” he confirmed, before craning his neck and taking almost the entire biscuit into his mouth. He chewed, moaning at the taste as his eyes bore into his wife’s, his hazel irises dilating as she looked back up at him, her teeth sinking deliciously into her full bottom lip.

Elain licked the remaining frosting off her own fingers, the heat from his gaze reflected back in her own eyes. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his in a sweet, chaste kiss, tasting the sugar from the treats she’s baked on each other.

Behind them, they could hear boxes being ripped open as their children excitedly pulled out all manner of ornaments and decorations, when Rue gasped.

Breaking their kiss, Azriel and Elain swivelled toward the sound of their daughter’s soft exclamation. Held in her little hands was a large mass of red, velvet cloth with white faux fur lining the cuffs and waist band.

“Daddy!” Rue squealed. “Why are Santa’s pants here?”

His daughter had found the Santa costume the family used on Christmas Eve when they all got together. Cassian was usually tasked with sneaking off after dinner to dress up and come in with a sack full of presents.

Rue looked scandalised; her hazel eyes blown wide with astonishment. Even Benedict looked on quietly, his warm brown eyes flicking questioningly from his mother, then his father, then back to the bright red pants.

Azriel scrambled, wracking his brain for an excuse. The last thing he ever wanted to do was ruin his children’s innocent sense of magic. Benedict and Rue deserved a sweet, wonderful life. So did Elain. Heaven knows he had never been granted the same luxury, and he always made a conscious effort to do everything in his power to be the father his own had never been for him. His entire life revolved around Elain and their children’s happiness. Besides, he loved that they both believed in Santa, and he wasn’t ready for their little dreams to be crushed.

“Umm, well Rue,” Azriel stammered, running a nervous hand through his hair as he bought himself time to make up an excuse. “We have Santa’s pants because… mama does his dry cleaning.”

He took a stab in the dark, holding his breath for their reaction.

Luckily, his kids took the bait, their faces transforming from looks of concern and confusion to impressed admiration.

“Really? Wow,” Rue breathed, her eyes going wide with wonder.

Benedict looked at his mother with the same reverence as Rue did, his gentle constitution leaving him in awe of Elain at the slightest thing.

“Cool!”

Elain just chuckled, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she shot a look at Azriel to say Santa’s dry cleaning?! That’s the best you could come up with?

Azriel just shrugged, relieved he had managed to say something to save their innocence for a little while longer.

Elain, squeezing Azriel’s bicep in understanding, added, “Oh absolutely, Santa has been trusting me with his laundry for years!”

She made sure the serious look on her face left no room for further questioning from her children’s curious minds.

“Wow…” Rue repeated, now looking at the pants in her hands with wide eyes, holding them up as far as her little arms could stretch them. “Santa’s pants…”

“I can’t wait to tell Nyx!” Benedict breathed, his brown eyes alight with wonder.

Stifling a chuckle behind her hand, Elain turned back to the kitchen to finish off decorating the cookies. Azriel shot her a self-satisfied smirk, his raven hair falling into his eyes before he turned to the box of Christmas lights to get started on the decorations.

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mystical-blaise · 1 year

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Dadriel #11: Fear is Not My Future

Azriel reminisces fondly about the past as he simultaneously dreads what the future holds.

Read it on Ao3 here

I haven't posted anything in a while and needed to get this out of my head. Mostly fluff with a little side of emotional hurt/comfort. Enjoy!

Remember this, the shadows used to hum as Azriel held the entire world in his hand.

Not that he needed their heeding. After all, how could he forget how impeccably both Llyr's and little Catrin's heads fit wholly cupped in the heart of his palm?

A heartwarming, idyllic match. So miraculously perfect.

Almost as if the Mother herself had measured his hand's span. Both of the two wriggling babes a wonderfully complicated compliment into his life—just like their mother.

He'd never forget his first time like this. Seeing them nestled in his hold, was against a background of fuzzy snow-white whirls. The backdrop of a blanket between them.

For a while, he had been nervous to hold them like that soft to marred skin. Worried how the roughness of him would feel against such tender flesh and featherlight wisps of hair. So when he'd often hold them at night when they were newborns, he would with a blanket between them.

And it wasn't until Gwyn had caught him one night, finally realizing what he was doing, that she calmly, gently told him, Remove the barrier, my love.

Barrier. The word tolled through him like a clear bell of challenge.

Barrier. It had been years since he'd allowed any between himself and his beloved mate, his friends—or around his hands. He loved the feeling of Gwyn's palm and fingers, now strong and roughened from years of training, against his own. He found comfort and clarity in her touch. Renewed vitality and strength.

And wouldn't his children gain the same?

Fear, uncertainty, were the ultimate hurdle. But eventually, with deep breaths and the shadows and Gwyn's loving support and gentle coaxing, he had held them. One at a time, their tiny, precious heads in his palm, the weight of them in his arms a joy he still couldn't comprehend.

Gods, they had been soft. They'd been so wondrously soft. Like his shadows whispering over him. Like fate and love and magic given form.

Perfect.

The sweet image of their small heads nestled in the center of his palm as he cradled them was imprinted on his soul, imparted with a promise.

A promise he thought about every time he glanced at his hand.

While Gwyn fretted and assessed the twins' lives in reaching milestones, Azriel measured the passing of time by his hand.

The once perfect fit was long gone, Llyr and Catrin not even needing the extra support of it anymore, each of them able to hold themselves, sit on their own. Their inquisitive son was even starting to pull himself up on furniture.

Catrin was getting there, but she seemed content to allow her brother and others to bring things to her. Which still worried Gwyn, though their family did their best to allay her ruminating.

Don't worry, Berdara. My father often said how late I was at walking—until I saw something I wanted. Catrin is just willfully stubborn, just like her mother. Gwyn had stuck her tongue out at Nesta for that. But, her Valkyrie-sister continued, when she finally sees something she really wants, that little Valkyrie is going to run, not walk. And then you will beg the Mother for her to sit still again.

And Azriel had little doubt about Nesta's claim.

Even now in sleep, her ever-growing wings splayed beneath her, spread out as wide as her arms, her forehead was puckered as if she was scheming. Her small rosebud lips with the perfect bow were parted on soft puffed breaths, little snores that reminded him so much of watching Gwyn sleep. Though with her onyx hair, he could only imagine she was the spitting image of her namesake. Apart from her wings and the wavy ringlets in her hair, the little girl was most definitely a Berdara.

He peered over at the other crib. His son, even with his porcelain skin and copper coloring, was Azriel through and through. A quiet boy, always content to assess a situation before trying. And Azriel swore Llyr was paying close attention to the shadows more now than ever, enough to make the Shadowsinger wonder.

Catrin's pitiful whimper called his attention.

It was a nightly ritual now whenever he was home—when nightmares dragged him from the little sleep his body called for—to check on his family as they slept.

Safe, Singer.

Safe. All of them were safe. No demons from his past or enemies of his present were here.

And that had been that promise the first time he'd held them with no barrier between them.

His children would never know the true reality of cold. Never know the bite of shackles on their wrists or ankles. They'd never long for comfort.

They'd never question if they were loved.

Their safety would always be assured.

Safe to sleep. Safe to dream. Safe to love.

They'd have everything he didn't have. And he'd make sure of it with his last breath.

That was his promise.

And yet…

His knuckle gently smoothed over Catrin's forehead, over her chubby cheek.

Every day, he compared their heads to his hand. Every day it sunk in that they were bigger, no longer fitting to the dimension. They were growing up. Every day was another day closer to—

Arms circled him from behind, and he stretched his wings aside as a pointy chin rested on his bare left shoulder. He sighed into her, loving to be surrounded by her softness and her scent.

"You all right?" Gwyn asked.

"Yes." He swallowed thickly. "Couldn't sleep. And you?"

"Nightmare," she sighed. His arm encircled her as he kissed her temple. Her soft chuckle caught him off guard. "Just look at them. They're getting so big."

His throat bobbed, his fingertips and shadows grazing over the peach fuzz of the babe's cheek again. "They are. It seems they are doing new things each day. It's truly remarkable."

"It is. And yet…it worries me."

"Gwyneth Berdara, worried? No. I can't believe such a thing," he teased, earning a little playful nip to his shoulder.

"The more they move, the farther they go, the more dangers await. Cauldron, the House of Wind is built on top of a godsdamn mountain. It suddenly feels like a death trap. I shouldn't even dare blink when they're awake."

"The House won't let anything happen to them, love. Neither will we."

"Still, I'd feel better if we need to take precautions. Be proactive. Cover corners, secure doors and knobs. Gates around the stairs and fencing off the training ring." She eyed him. "How would you feel about covering the tips of your wings?"

Azriel snorted. "Gwyn, I love you and your creative mind, but there's no way in hell. Illyrians have had babies forever and I haven't read one single instance of eyes getting poked out by wing tips."

"If you insist." She exhaled, her eyes taking in the dozing girl in the crib. The shadowsinger tightened his hold on his mate. "Does it…does it make you a little sad, too?"

His lips twitched. His clever copper-headed wife always saw straight through to the heart of the matter. "It does."

"I don't know what I'm going to do when they leave to be on their own one day," she confided, her mouth trembling slightly against his collar. "Though I guess it's silly to think about right now, one day they'll be starting their own lives. It'll be up to them. They won't need us."

He kissed her again, tugging her ever closer to him, glancing between their sleeping children. "We'll always be there for them. And it's not silly in the slightest. I am, too. I think perhaps it's the nature of parenthood. The blessing of children comes with the curse of constant worry about what they will face, what the future holds. The perils. The heartache. I just…I don't want them to feel a moment of pain."

And he wouldn't be able to bear it. Because that was the risk of letting down barriers of the heart and soul—it left one vulnerable to the worst heartbreak, the greatest pain imaginable.

The tactile fear of losing it all after he'd finally allowed himself to feel, to accept.

A panic he used to solely place on Gwyn and now…

"I wish I could relieve your fears and mine, Shadowsinger. But…it's not practical." He peered down at his lovely beauty, falling immediately into the teal orbs staring up through heavy lashes. "Some pain is simply a part of life. The elation and happiness of first loves, families and friendships can't be had without risk. Without having faith. Because you go in knowing that things could end with heartache and loss. I don't imagine the fear will ever abate. But it's worth it to experience love, is it not?"

He didn't take his eyes off of Gwyn, remembering all the times he almost lost her, had seen and felt her pain and dread. How he'd witnessed her drift away from him after the birth of their children. Hell, forget about battle; he'd been more terrified of losing her on the birthing bed—and their twins.

Yet she was here. Now. They all were.

And he would relive his haunted past over again if it meant he'd end up right here.

Arm still wound around Gwyn, his fingertips left his daughter's brow to tip up his mate's freckled face. He'd memorized it long ago, each freckle as familiar as his own scars. And as he stared down, felt the touch of her skin against his own, without linen or fear between them, he dipped his face down and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

Every kiss was a blessing.

Every touch was a miracle.

Every fear was worth living.

The love for his family was worth everything. A love he would hold forever in his heart and carried in the palm of his hand.

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idiocracy-42 · 1 year

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Just doing my favorite thing and micro-analyzing everything Rhysand does

You know a lot of people dislike Rhysand and think he was wrong for what he did to Feyre Under the Mountain by having her drink the Fairy wine, but Rhysand had very good reasoning for the whole thing.

First, it keeps up Rhys' façade that he is cruel and has completely embraced life Under the Mountain, and if he really wanted to be Amarantha's whore I think he would start acting like her and what better way, than to get a harlot of his own. Second, he knew that everyone would soon know about the bargain and this way he could solidify that he healed her for his own gain and amusement instead of helping her or defying Amarantha. (though I think Amarantha probably guessed) The dress and body paint adds to the whole scheme by making her seem even more like property, which is done so well that Feyre does in fact feel like property. Another reason for the skimpy dress is it shows off the body paint. Rhys uses the body paint so that he could see where she had been touched to help keep her from being molested because Rhys was not always with her the whole time, as seen when her and Tamlin sneak off.

These parties that Amarantha throws are not pretty, this is a very debauched court that famously has no morals. I believe that it was just like the parties in the Court of Nightmares, as Rhysand later says. Feyre never describes what's going on in them as she is drugged the whole time which is a mercy. there's probably sex going on in every corner, torture and who else know what. Now imagine how much more traumatized Feyre would've been if she had seen all that, and she was even forced to participate in a manner of speaking; even though she was on the edges of it and fully protected. Also Feyre has been on edge this whole time, with good reason of course, but she is overthinking and trying to process everything subsequently overloading her mind. She is also sleeping very fitfully, that is inevitably only going to get worse. So the wine gives her time to decompress and give her overburdened mind a break.

Thirdly, three months is a long time to sit in a cell and do nothing which is basically what she did before Rhysand took her to the parties. So sitting in a cell for that long definitely could've caused her muscles to atrophy and she would've been useless for months after that. Knowing how Rhysand was he more than likely gave her food so she wouldn't be extremely malnourished. Tamlin famously has major anger issues. He accesses his power through his anger, therefore the angrier he is the more powerful he is. So Rhysand is using that to his advantage by doing all this to Feyre (he admitted it in chapter 42) and taunting Tamlin because Tamlin is going to blame most of it on Amarantha.

Barring all that except the last point, angering Tamlin is worth all that trouble, getting back at Amarantha is worth all of it. Rhysand is giving up, he’s just trying to get as much satisfaction out of pissing Amarantha off as he can. He doesn't think he’s going to get out of this alive, Feyre is the first thing that's changed in 49 years; the first thing to throw Amarantha off kilter. It’s not all about Feyre, Rhys is doing the first thing for himself. He’s finally claiming something, he’s finally taking action. You have to think about it from Rhys’ point of view, for him this is it, this is his moment to do something. For the past 49 years, maybe even his whole life everything has been done to him, and he’s let it happen. He’s felt useless and used all his life, his father used him in the war. the other High Lords used him in their own way, and Amarantha has used him in the most vulgar of ways.

This is his time to take revenge, for Prythian, for his people, for himself. This is his shinning moment to take back his people, his lands. His moment to take back his life, no mater how fleeting it may be.

(also 42 is my favorite number as it is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. and chapter 42 is like favorite chapter in this book)

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adelainejdevyn · 1 year

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Different stories about our favourite spymaster. This includes spice, angst, daddy Azriel and the amazing Gwyneth Berdara.

Read here.

#azriel x gwyn #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fanfic #azriel fic #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn #daddy azriel #angst prompt #spice #mature

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thehighladywrites · 2 months

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i wanna be azriel’s submissive little housewife, like what do you mean i’m working tomorrow? What do you mean I’m not baking my man a sweet treat in my massive kitchen he paid for with the money he gets for slaughtering and torturing and spying on people? what do you mean i’m not currently pleasing him?💔💔💔💔💔

this is too depressing, i’m making headcanons or a fic or something

#talkswithamara #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #daddy azriel

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azsazz · 7 months

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I NEED to hear your thoughts on Az fucking pregnant reader!!! Do you think he’d be soft or dominant still??

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

I think it’s the most this man has ever talked. He’s passionate. Gentle, but the filth that comes out of his mouth makes you never want to stop. There’s a lot of, “you look so good carrying our baby,” “as much as I love seeing you filled with my cum, it’s much better seeing you full with my child,” and “I want to keep putting kids in you so you’ll always look like this,” type shit. He’s so fucking hot for pregnant reader. Won’t leave her alone for gods sake. Like always half hard for her, don’t take him to any events because pregnant reader dressed up?! Godsdamn they’re never making it to the party.

#ask azsazz #daddy azriel

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cpeersmann · 1 year

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Daddy AZ!!!! I’m such a simp.

Art by: @victoria.melya in on Insta

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sa4phire · 1 year

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If you understand this ily.

#cassian is so #daddy asf #like yes rhysand is bc he is like #lord of darkness.#but az?#im sorry #daddy azriel #???#like they’re all?#they all cater to every single part of me like how could you even pick #also how can people bash any of them it’s literally a fuckin book #anyway #im obsessed #I am actively in a relationship with all three bay boys #and I live in the house of wind #funny thing is right #we don’t HAVE headboards

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azriels-angels · 1 year

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obsessed w the idea of az having a knot from now on. truly cannot stop thinking about it. thank u for ur service 😌❤️

very glad that u angels appreciate my service🫡🤍

#lias angels👼#daddy azriel

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captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship · 6 months

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No.1

Rhys or Azriel

Rhys is going to be baby wearing his child the whole time in the store to show off but will also put them back in the car first before putting away his groceries and will 1000% freak out that he cannot find the baby and panic.

Azriel has his eyes EVERYWHERE and we know that he has trackers in all the kids clothes/toys because he is paranoid that way. Not to mention he would just hack into the grocery store security feed before entering so he has 24/7 eyes on his kids.

#acotar #rhysand acotar #rhys #daddy azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel would be in cyber security in real life you cannot tell me otherwise

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