Azriel and Feysand’s daughter
Introducing baby Luna. Enjoy! I should call this the Illyrian’s with babies series XD
-Though Casziel took a liking to Uncle Cassian, he basically would fangirl over his Uncle Azriel who could freaking blend into the shadows.
-It was Feyre and Rhys’ second child, Luna, that really took a liking to Azriel. She was a spirited child since she was born, crying all hours of the day and night. Feyre and Rhys, thought it’d get easier with their second child, they were wrong. They were exhausted and thought they must be doing something incorrectly or she was in pain because she would get that upset.
-The inner circle avoided the Highlords and Lady’s resident at all cost because no one wanted to be on Luna duty. It was only because Azriel was polite and he took pity on them, that he would visit.
-Azriel was always quite skittish about holding the babies with his brutalised hands in stark contrast with the smooth, new-born skin, still unmarred and untainted by the world. It was only by Feyre’s literal shoving of the baby in his arm while she was preparing her bottle, that Az ever held her.
-Everyone in the room froze because she suddenly stilled her shrill wailing and looked at Az with those big, swirling violet-blue eyes and he was a goner.
-It wasn’t Feyre that started crying from relief, but Rhys, as he dropped down face first on the couch, falling asleep immediately. Feyre just sunk to the floor right then and there and curled in a ball, taking a nap.
-He tried not to show his alarm as both parents were knocked out, leaving him alone with their rambunctious child who was enraptured by his shadows, trying to make grabby hands at them. His shadows were just as curious as her, weaving around her, into a gentle caress. She let out a squeal of delight.
-The two have been inseparable since. Feyre and Rhys tried masking the fact they have been using Az, the baby whisper, to get some peace and quiet, but they bring little Luna to his apartment so often they just don’t bother with excuses anymore. It’s not as if they could hide much from the Shadowsinger anyway.
-Luna was always quiet in his presence for some odd reason but he didn’t question it and neither did the others.
-Azriel would use one of those baby holsters and walk around Velaris with her small frame strapped into his front, one hand laid protectively around her back, in case the holster didn’t hold. She loved their walks and he didn’t doubt she’d love her Kingdom too when she grows up.
-Their walks became more infrequent as his shadows whispered all the eyes that would be on the warrior, carrying such precious cargo. He certainly didn’t miss the female attention, with their soft giggling and whispering. His cheeks would stain with colour just thinking about it.
-Az remembered, one time they were at a stall, picking out some paints for Feyre because she’d been complaining about how she never had time anymore to pick up supplies. He was clearly conscious of the fact that girl serving him was flirting with him, he was just about to ask her to dinner when Luna let out the loudest fart that it even scared her. Her eyes large, twinkling, violet eyes, widened and he bottom lip started wobbling and he knew what was about to happen next. He tried to soothe her, he really did but she started wailing at the top of her lungs. Her poor face turning red. Onlookers stopping at staring at them. He had promptly paid for his items and vanished with little Luna quickly.
-When she started teething, even he could hardly soothe her piercing sounds. Feyre and Rhys basically made him stay with them at that point in time. Rhys had tried everything. He would sit in the rocking chair for hours with her, rubbing soothing circles on her back, trying to get her to sleep, nothing worked.
-Casziel, offered to knock her out for them, which earned him a disapproving stare from his dad and a mumbling under his breath about how he’d been spending too much time with Cassian.
-Az, Feyre, Rhys and sometimes Cassian, would take turns on Luna duties while she was teething. Rhys would use his Highlord card and told him it was their duty for the future of Velaris that the young Heiress is appeased.
-Tonight, was his turn and her eyes looked so sad as they looked up at him. Her downy hair in tufts. She had cried her little body out to the point of exhaustion and was now only making small sniffley cries. She made grabby hands at him from in-between the cracks of her crib.
-None of the Illyrian men could deny Luna anything. He knew she had Rhys wrapped around her finger and though Cassian claimed she was a little Hellcat, he’d seen him privately baby talk to her and toss her in the air as she squealed in delight.
-He walked to the crib and swooped her up in his arm and she promptly curled into his chest, eyes drooping slowly, but not the point of sleep. The aura around her felt exhausted and his heart clenched with sadness that she was in pain. She tried chewing anything she possibly could.
-He noticed her eyes were finally shut and held her for a couple moments longer before gently setting her back into her cot. She instantly awoke, looking at him blurrily and making grabby hands again. He sighed as she tried pulling him into her crib. He slowly shuffled his way in. His form way too broad to fit properly, leaving him hunched as little Luna crawled onto his chest, her eyes fluttering shut instantly.
-That’s how his Highlady found them in the morning, both asleep and wreathed in Azriel’s shadows.
Ugh, I could write this headcanon forever :’) Papa Az would be beautiful and anyone who disagrees can fight me.
This person. Is a genius.. Someone draw this!!
