azsazz

[azsazz]

Let my friend borrow midnight muse. She's obsessed and won't give it back.

I was like girl you've reread it 3 times in the last three months time to give it over so I can reread. Still haven't got it back!

She's equally as obsessed as me!!❤️❤️❤️

omg that's hilarious. thank you so much for sharing and i hope you get it back soon! lol 😊 your support means the world to me!!!

I just got my manuscript back from my editor for book 2, so i'm getting really excited about that and will hopefully have some more news coming soon 💙💙 i can't wait!

[azsazz]

Growing Pains

Daddy!Azriel x Mommy!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Will we ever get more info of how Az was during readers pregnancy with each baby(I really want to see his reaction when he found out you were having a girl for the first time),Just asking ;)))))

AKA: Snippets of Azriel's family growing.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 3117

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Wren:

“Azriel, I’m fine,” you insist, though your back aches as you try to pick up the kitchen towel that had accidentally fallen to the ground. You have no idea how you’re going to pick it up. You can’t bend over like you used to, not with your full, round belly in the way. “I still have an entire month, and then some.”

Rhys has decided to send your mate on a mission. He’d argued vehemently, asking the High Lord to send one of his spies instead, but Rhys had been adamant Azriel was the one to go. Why, you’re not sure. Azriel hasn’t divulged that information, not wanting to worry you.

What he doesn’t know is that it only worries you more.

“Love, you can’t even pick up the towel,” he argues, sliding around the counter to pluck it from the ground. You sigh, setting your hip on the counter, but it does little to ease your muscles. What you really want to do is sit down and not get up until the babe arrives.

“I don’t need to pick it up,” you argue. “I was just doing it to be nice since I know how tidy you like the house.”

Azriel raises a brow. “So you didn’t need it for anything?”

“No.”

“And what would you have done with it if I weren’t here?” he teases. “Left it on the floor?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I could’ve just gotten a new one from the linen closet.”

“That,” Azriel steps in front of you, swooping down to peck a soft kiss to your lips. You melt into him immediately, falling into his warm embrace. His hands come to the base of your spine to knead at the tight muscles there and you sigh in pleasure. Those shadows must have told him about your tender back. They can be useful, sometimes. “Sounds like it would’ve been a good idea.”

You hum in response, lost to your mate’s touch. He’s a godsend, this one. The cauldron picked perfectly. “I still don’t need a babysitter.”

“I know,” Azriel soothes. “It will make me feel better about leaving you though, love. I don’t want to worry about you while I’m gone.”

You don’t want that, either. Don’t want him distracted while he’s on a mission.

“Okay,” you give in when he kneads against a particularly tight knot in your spine. Gods, those hands…you could take him right to bed, maybe even convince your mate to give you a full body massage instead. Yes, that would be nice. “Cassian can stay.”

You refuse to move to the House of Wind. You’d rather be comfortable in your own home, especially since you’ve just begun nesting. Hence, the towel on the floor. Weirdly enough, you wanted that very piece for part of your nest because of all of the times you’ve seen it in Azriel’s hands, twisting it aimlessly between his fingers while conversing while he cooks, thrown over his shoulder while he slices and dices fruits and vegetables. Strange, but you haven’t stopped thinking about it since you felt the urge to collect objects from around your home to comfort yourself with.

So, if Azriel wants you to have a babysitter while he’s gone, the babysitter can join you here.

“Cassian’s going to have the best time rubbing my feet and making me breakfast,” you smile, thinking of all of the things you know you can get your mates best friend to do for you. You know he’ll do it without compliant, because he’s secretly trying to get you to name your first born after him.

Not happening.

“Give him hell, love.”

Basil:

“He wants cake, the baby wants cake,” you defend, stuffing another bite of cake into your mouth. “The baby wants the cake.”

Azriel huffs a laugh, more than amused at your sweet tooth during your second pregnancy. It’s been difficult to get you to eat anything that isn’t coated in chocolate or pumped full of sugar.

Wren, nearing a year old, giggles in his father’s lap. He reaches his hand across the table to your plate, eager to share in the sugary goodness. You lick the icing from your lips and scoot your plate closer to his grabby hands, more than happy to share your treat with your son.

You’re surprised your mate, who has an insane sweet tooth of his own, isn’t getting in on this cake. It’s delicious, the icing creamy and fluffy. The cake is moist, and the moan you let out when you bit into it was almost one you’d be embarrassed about, if you were paying attention to anything other than the dessert.

He’s been letting you eat your fill before even attempting a bite, more so because only a few weeks ago, he’d eaten the last macron, the one you’d been saving for a midnight snack. This babe did not want you to sleep, kicking and squirming inside of you nonstop, more than eager to meet the world. You’d burst into a fit of tears when you noticed your treat was gone, and couldn’t reign in your emotions until Azriel had come home with more than half of the pastries in the case from your favorite shop. Elain even threw in some of her freshly baked pastries after hearing what happened, and you almost lost yourself to another fit of tears at how nice that was of her.

“We’re supposed to be choosing a cake for Wren’s first birthday,” Azriel reminds you gently. Then, teasingly, he says, “Have you even actually tasted the cake with how quickly you’re eating, love?”

You peg him with a look, swallowing down the bite of cake in your mouth. He’s right, this is about Wren, not the baby inside of you who only seems to wiggle around more with a sugar high.

It’s difficult to place the fork down in front of you, but somehow, you manage. You turn toward your son, who hasn’t seemed to notice the way you’d been sampling all of the cakes in front of you. By sampling, you mean inhaling. You’d been inhaling the cake samples in front of you. All seven flavors.  

“Wrenny,” you ask the boy currently mashing a bite of cake onto a napkin. He’s enthralled in the texture, and doesn’t even notice your grimace at the ruined treat.

Azriel slips his hand into yours in comfort.

“What kind of cake do you want for your birthday, baby?” You ask, grabbing a fresh napkin to help him clean up. He protests with a shout, squirming on his father’s lap. Azriel tries his best to soothe the boy, but you’ve disturbed his playtime, and you’re going to pay.

“Come on, buddy,” Azriel smooths the furrow between Wren’s brows. You sit back in your seat, smoothing your hands across your stomach when your son kicks close to your bladder. It’s only a matter of time before he hits his mark, and then your day out at the Rainbow with your mate and son will be over. “Which one do you like best?”

Wren stares at the cakes. Some more gone than others. He reaches for a red cake that’s almost entirely full. You liked that one, but it wasn’t better than the chocolate slice with chocolate frosting. That one only has a small bite left.

Your son grabs a handful of the cake and flings his arms around in excitement. You plant a hand over your mouth as the cake goes flying, only to land in Azriel’s hair. Your shoulders shake with laugher, tears welling in your eyes at the look on your mates face.

Azriel’s grin is blinding. He laughs freely, something he might not have been comfortable doing in public years ago. This, this is all he’s ever wanted. You. A family. A life.

You help your mate rid the cake form his dark locks as much as you can. Frosting sticks to the strands, pulling them this way and that. You swipe at a glob of icing that made its way above his lip, and he stares at you with simmering eyes. The kind of eyes that got you into this situation in the first place. He’s going to need a shower when he gets home, and, if you can put Wren down for a nap, maybe you can join him, too.

When you’ve successfully cleaned as much of Azriel as you can, he plops your son down into your lap and shoves the pile of napkins closer to you before standing.

“Where are you going?” you ask as Wren reaches out for his father. You snag a napkin and his chubby arm, beginning to clean him up.

“I’m going to tip the staff for the mess we made,” he says easily. His eyes are sparkling with amusement and something more, something you can’t wait to get home to. “And I’m going to buy a chocolate cake to bring home with us, since you liked it so much.” He nods to the nearly gone slice on the table, and your heart swells in your chest. You love him so, so much.

Zuzu:

“It’s a girl?” he whispers, voice raw with emotion. Tears flood your eyes at the utter awe in your mate’s eyes. Of course, she has her father wrapped around her finger already.

Azriel places his hands across your stomach. He’s kneeling in front of you, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so vulnerable, not even when he admitted he loved you for the first time, nor when you gave birth to your first and second child. But this little girl growing inside of you, she’s unlocked something special inside of Azriel, and you know that in this moment, that she’s going to have the most loving, protective father there is. And you’re sure her brothers won’t be far behind with that mentality.

She’s the first female born into one of the Inner Circle’s families. Four boys, but not a single girl. And now, everything has changed. You know she is going to be surrounded by so much love, she’s going to be so spoiled. You’ve had conversations with Feyre and Nesta, Elain too, about how cute the female toys and clothing were in the shops lining the Sidra. They all begged you to have a girl when you announced your third pregnancy, placing bets with their mates on whether or not you’d bring a little girl into the family, and their pleading has all paid off.

You can’t wait to tell them.

Azriel kisses across your stomach. You thread your fingers through his hair, allowing him this time with his daughter. It’s sweet, more than, to see him like this. He’s so in love with her already, you can see it in the way his wings wiggle with excitement, the way his thumbs stroke the soft skin where his daughter is growing inside of you.

“I can’t believe it,” he whispers, finally raising his gaze to look at you. He doesn’t move away, instead resting his chin on your stomach. “We’re having a girl.”

You can’t help your smile, a tear escaping your eye. He’s wanted a daughter for just as long as you have, and you promised not to stop having children until you had a girl, but soon, with two boys and one girl, you don’t think you’ll stop until this little one has a sister to play with as well.

You can see the same sentiment in your mates eyes.

“We’re having a girl,” you agree, lifting his chin so you can kiss your mate.

Jax:

“Azriel,” you squeeze your eyes shut through the uncomfortableness of a contraction. Your mate’s hand is strong on your lower back, his other arm gripped tightly in your grasp. “I love you, but are you sure you’ve thought this through?”

“Easy,” Azriel replies gently. His touch is soft but firm as he helps you to your bed. It’s set up with all of the essentials for giving birth, and with this being your fourth child, you’re more than prepared. The little one has been a fairly easy pregnancy, as if each moment spent in your womb was better than the last. He wasn’t eager to meet the world like his older brother, Baz, who kicked you relentlessly for nine months straight. It was almost as if the babe inside of you enjoyed the comfort you provided, but his father and siblings are more than excited to meet the new member of the family.

Your water broke this morning over breakfast with your family. Baz had burst into a fit of giggles over his waffles, pointing and shouting about how you’d peed your pants. Wren, your oldest, perked with excitement, knowing exactly what that meant. He’s slipped from his chair, offering you a tight hug before scampering to his room with his little brother in tow, talking all about how they were going to get to see their cousins while you had another baby.

Zuzu, just one, was covered in whipped cream, giggling and gurgling and making a mess with the sweet cream. You had torn Azriel’s attention from where he bopped a bit of cream onto her nose, and, after a quick once-over, worry lacing his hazel eyes, his face melted into something sweet when he caught your smile, the happy tears in your eyes.

Your son couldn’t choose a more perfect day to enter the world.

“What do you mean?” Azriel asks, pulling back the covers. He’d be latched to your side until the babe entered the world, whenever that may be. Could be nearly an entire day, like Wren, or mere hours, like Baz and Zuzu.

“You’re talking about letting the male who gifted Baz a real blade for Starfall when he was only 3, watch our boys for the night.” You had agreed to the plan at first because you didn’t think Cassian was all that serious about it, but now that it’s really happening, you can’t help but worry.

“Cassian wants this more than anything, love,” Az replies, helping organize the pillows behind your back. When all is to his liking, he sits on the edge of the bed, caressing your face. His hazel eyes are soft, a comfort that you lean into, or as much as you can with your belly in the way. “He’ll be fine. Rhys and Nyx are going to be there too,” he reassures. And well, that doesn’t make you feel that much better. Rhys and Cassian and four children under 6. They’re in for a night. “And Zuz is getting all loved up by her aunties tonight.” Your daughter is spending the night at Feyre’s with her sisters, and you know that if anything, Rhys will have no problem calling in backup for the mischievous little boys.

“You’ll check in on them ever hour?” You ask, trying your best to get comfortable. The babe in your stomach gives a little kick, and you place your hand on your stomach, whispering down to him. “Soon, little guy, soon you’ll meet the world.”

“I’ll check on them every ten minutes if you want me to,” Azriel promises, placing his large hand over yours. Like the babe knows you and your mate are showing him affection, he kicks again. “But I don’t want you to worry. You need to focus on getting little Jax out.” He says the babes name like it’s the best he’s ever heard. He’s done that with all of your children, though. It fills you with warmth, his strong presence eases you into the comfort of your bed.

Malos and Knox:

“A sister!” Zuzu screeches in her uncle’s arms. You wince at the sheer volume of your four-year-old daughter, but you won’t scold her even through one of the hours old newborns in your arms squirms at the sound. She can’t help her excitement at the sight of her little sister, kicking out her tiny legs in demand to be released from Rhys’ clutches. He laughs and tries to situate Zuzu better in his arms. He looks to you for action, and with a soft nod of your head, he lets your daughter down.

Azriel, who has just handed Knox off to Feyre, who has tears in her eyes, quickly catches his oldest daughter around the waist before she can launch herself onto your bed and disturb the snoozing babe.

“Daddy,” Zuzu whines, but clings tightly to his shirt. Azriel immediately smooths her hair back from her face, disheveled from playing with her brothers all morning at her uncle’s house while you gave birth to the two newest members of your family. “I want to see my sissy!”

“Sissy’s sleeping,” he parent’s gently, bringing her closer. He sets Zuzu on the bed but stays close. “You need to be gentle, Zuz. She’s brand new.”

“Brand new,” Zuzu echoes, but you’re not entirely sure she knows what it means. She’s completely distracted by the small bundle in your arms anyway, her dark eyes glowing with delight. She looks up at you, wide-eyed, and you can’t help but smile at your daughter. “She’s mine?”

“She’s your sister,” you laugh softly. You position Malos in your arms so Zuzu can see better.

“Wow,” she whispers, awe in her tone. She softly reaches out and brushes a finger across her sister’s chubby cheeks. The babe makes a noise and Zuzu snatches her hand back to her chest.

“It’s okay, Zuz,” Azriel says gently. “She’s just saying hello.”

Zuzu nods at her father eagerly, then returns her attention to Malos. “Hello, little baby. I’m Zuz. I’m going to be the bestest big sister ever! I’m going to teach you so much, and nothing like our naughty brothers can show you…” She babbles while you share a loving look with your mate.

You were worried how Zuzu might react to a sister. She’s been surrounded by boys for four years, and right now, you can see that this is something special, something pure between the two girls.

“What are their names?” Feyre asks, placing Knox carefully in your arms while your sons join you and the rest of your family on the bed. Jax climbs directly into Azriel’s lap, clinging to him like a monkey. He peers down at the babes in your arms with curiosity.

Wren and Baz settle on your other side, leaning over to see both of the babes. They look just as excited as the rest of your family, and this moment right now, surrounded by your family and the people you love the most, makes everything worthwhile.

You smile at your mate, who gives you a soft nod of encouragement.

“Their names are Malos and Knox.”

[azsazz]

🪷 Anon response - like us series

I liked the sass too. Moffy allowing himself to be vulnerable with Farrow was so lovely. Marrow (Moffy & Farrow) reminded me of Rose & Connor - just a little.

I loved how Lily walked Farrow down the aisle while Loren walked Moffy. And the parents throwing a party over Moffy getting his license suspended 😂. What were your thoughts on Marrow adopting Ripley? Donnelly started crying, and Farrow making him best man. Made me so happy. Loren & Lily becoming grandparents is so adorable. In NLU there was a cute scene with Ripley and Lo. And in Unlucky Like Us a cute scene with the Hale family having a Taco Bell drive through.

Lily and Lo are elite haha. They came such a long way and it really paid off for them in the end. It’s sweet. I didn’t really make it to the part where they adopted Ripley. I know it happened, but I didn’t read exactly how it happened.

It’s been confirmed that six books are in the Cobalt Empire series and one book for one Cobalt child. Ben, Tom, Eliot, Beckett, Charlie and Audrey. We don’t know which order it’ll be but each sibling is getting their own book. Xander’s book isn’t in the Cobalt Empire series so I’m not sure why he’s board it titled “Cobalt Empire”. I’m not sure what his - or Kinney’s (his sister) - series will be called or if they’re only getting one book. I hope Xander gets more than one book. I’m excited for Kinney since she’s a lesbian and looks up to Rose. When she tried to unlock Xander’s door because she thought he was trying to hurt himself broke my heart.

Oh darn, well, either way, I’m excited for the Colbalt empire series. Oh I didn’t know that about Kinney! Cute! I hope Xander gets more than one book too, but we’ll see. I know, those scenes where Xander isn’t doing too well break my heart too!

As for why Charlie and Ben don’t get along, well … Charlie lowkey bullies Ben. He calls him too soft and weak all the time. Some of the stuff Charlie says to him is a bit much. They have a complex relationship. In NLU, there’s a lot of tension between them because they - plus Luna & Eliot & Xander - are competing for a place on the board. But even if there is tension, at the end of the day they are still family and will protect one another. Charlie did something in CLU to expose a member on Moffy’s board and Maximoff was grateful. One of my favorite things about Luna’s books (other than Donnelly & Farrow’s friendship) are the interactions between Donnelly and Loren. Their back and forth is funny 😂. Loren did NOT approve of Donnelly at first and there was some tension. But Donnelly has been through a lot and Loren becomes quite protective of him once finding out about his childhood. We also get to see Luna and Charlie becoming friends which was unexpected but I liked it. He actually edits her fanfics (we find this out in Charming Like Us).

Aw Charlie, come on man, those are your siblings! I get arguing and stuff with your siblings but that’s just mean. Yes, love that they all go to bat for each other when needed. Lo has always had such good back and forth with people, I miss that. Oh yes, I forgot that he edited her fanfics that’s literally so sweet and cute!!

“Do you think he’s just saying he doesn’t use it anymore but secretly still does?” I’ve actually wondered this multiple times. Beckett did say in Sinful Like Us that he would just love to pop adderall like half of his company but he can’t because it fucks with his OCD. In NLU Beckett tells Donnelly that he hasn’t been using and he’s clean, and Donnelly believes him. I think Beckett is clean but maybe there are times when he thinks of using again. In Misfits Like Us, Donnelly says the reason why Beckett had him removed from his security detail is so Beckett could keep using cocaine without feeling guilty since Donnelly grew up with meth addicted parents. I wonder if Leo knows about Beckett’s usage or if Leo ever used drugs. Also, we find out that Donnelly has seen Beckett have sex and has gone to sex clubs with him (since he was Beckett’s security guard) and he knows intimately what Beckett likes to do. If I didn’t ship Lunnelly (Luna & Donnelly) and BeckettJoLeo then I would lowkey ship Donnelly with Beckett. Beckett and Sulli’s friendship did have a falling out over the cocaine thing but it eventually got repaired and he even gave her advice on poly relationships. I really like Beckett. It showed how kind and understanding he is. Ryke says “All Cobalt boys are mischievous in their own way except Beckett. Beckett is kind.”

I’m worried that he still might be doing it, but only time will tell. I hope he’s alright, he’s definitely one of my favorite Colbalt boys. I wonder if Leo could be the one who got him into it? I’d love to see where this all started, so hopefully we’ll get some more background on it. I also would love to read a chapter about this sex club and what he’s into lol. I’m intrigued to say the least. AW, RYKE, that’s so sweet of him to say.

Charlie is definitely an intriguing character with a lot of depth. He’s like a mix of Connor and Loren. It’s probably exhausting being in his head all the time and no one understands him. I like that he’s a secret romantic. A person on TikTok came up with a theory that the reason why Charlie scratches off the titles of his books on the cover is because he’s reading romance novels with filthy smut to take notes a😂. Get you a man that wants to know what women like. I love it. Someone on Ao3 made an analysis about his character. Here’s the link if you want to read it. It’s a fun read but no pressure! https://archiveofourown.org/works/54278608 There are two fanfic stories of Roxlie (Roxanne and Charlie) on Ao3 that I feel like really capture their dynamic and are a good read.

Yeah, I really can’t wait to see the inner workings of Charlie’s mind. I’m sure he’ll be somewhat like Connor, but the fact that Connor helped him understand why he was different and didn’t want him to grow up like he did says a lot. Ohhh, I would love him reading romance novels for fun, and it would also make a lot of sense since he helps Luna with her smutty fanfics. I bet he loves them.

A funny thing that happens in Sinful Like Us is that the Cobalt’s make these cards that Thatcher has to draw and complete. He can quit at anytime but he loses. It’s also a test to show his loyalty. Jane eventually chooses to play to show that they’re a team. One of the tasks was to eat x number of rabbit hearts and Ben got upset because he’s vegan and Charlie said that he wouldn’t put that card in the deck. And Charlie or Eliot says out loud in front of everyone “you were respectfully fucking our sister” 💀. I wonder if all the Cobalt siblings are going to make their siblings love interests play that card game. I honestly hope so. It’s kinda fun even if it’s a little stressful.

Haha that would be fun. I can totally see them making their significant others going through trials and tribulations to prove that they’re worthy of their siblings. That’s totally a Colbalt thing.

I felt bad that Luna had her fics leaked. If someone did that to me I would be absolutely devastated. She becomes a very successful sci-fi writer though! She even writes a comic based on her and Donnelly called ‘Human Him, Cosmic Her’. Loren read the comic and tried not to cry. Winnifred is a character that has a lot of potential. I like that she seems to be disinterested in her families affairs (given what little we saw of her in Sulli’s books) and likes drawing/sketching.

I agree, that was so sad. I really feel for her, she’s had it rough. I’m happy that it works out for her, though!

Something that I like about KBR is how interactive they are with their fans/readers. They repost a lot of edits and moodbords and fanart on their Instagram story, and even follow some of their fans. They seem to genuinely appreciate and enjoy their interactions. Here’s the link to the first chapter of Burn Bright if you’re interested in reading! https://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/books/a64149573/krista-and-becca-ritchie-burn-bright-excerpt-cover-reveal/

Thanks for sharing this! I’ll have to read it. I’m so glad that they have nicer covers because, and I don’t mean to be rude, the covers for the Like Us series are so bad. No offense to the designer but they’re so cringe to me.

And you don’t have to finish the series if you don’t want to! Please don’t feel pressured or force yourself to read something that you don’t. It’s fun getting share my rambles with you! - 🪷

Yeah, we'll see! Appreciate your rambles! <3 Have a good one!

Idk if you’ve seen this yet but edit from may 5th: I mayyyyy have seen the artwork for Ben and his love interest but it hasn’t been posted by KBR officially so I’ve been shrieking about it to myself but it’s amazing and I’m obsessed 😍

[azsazz]

Hi honey, I'm in love with your fics you're a talented writer DaddyAz is my biggest comfort ❤️ and I miss your one shots a lot :(

Do you plan to bring more fics that aren't series?

Hi! Thank you so much 🫶🏻

I was honestly thinking about this today, thinking it would help me be less stressed to focus on some one shots because series can be a handful 😮‍💨 but it also seems like 8 times out of 10 people want another part to the one shot 😅

So, short answer, I will try to write some more one shots 💙

[azsazz]

🪷 Anon response - like us series

Thank you for the condolences, Ki🤍! Warning: this ask is very long!😂

Oh wow, this is very long lol. 💙💙 Lets get into it.

What did you like about Maximoff and Farrow? Definitely my favorite couple in the Like Us series. Farrow calling Moffy Wolf Scout is so cute to me for some reason. Loren is such a protective dad omg. Lo calling Gotham ‘Ham’ will never not be funny. And RIP to my dear Gotham. Moffy and Farrow getting a new dog and naming him Arkham was so sweet. And then Lo, of course, decides to call him Ham Junior instead 😂. I’m not the biggest fan of Ryke or Raisy (Ryke & Daisy), but I did appreciate the relationship between him and Moffy. And yes! The whole child getting with their bodyguard was so overdone.

I think I liked that they were sassy with each other and just their general attraction to one another. How Moffy was a little apprehensive about things but Farrow really showed he cared and took care of him at every turn. The car crash scene was really good. And YES I love WOLF SCOUT, that was a cute nickname. The thing that I didn’t like them was when they kept calling each other “man.” I was like, come on, it felt like they were buddies or friends and not lovers haha. Yeah, I loved Ryke and Moffy’s relationship.

“I think Sulli would’ve been better suited as a lesbian or even bisexual, wasn’t feel the whole 3-way relationship for her. I do love poly romances but that one didn’t feel right.”

Strongly agree. Sulli being with a woman would’ve suited her better in my opinion. Apparently some people hate Sulli and call her selfish and spoiled, but will also defend Charlie and say he hasn’t done anything wrong. I love Charlie, I do, but some of his actions are not okay. Like what he did in Scotland (Sinful Like Us) and then calling out Moffy for daydreaming at that panel when Charlie knows Lily would do that. I like Sulli. She’s not my favorite character in the series but I still like her. Charlie is an interesting and complex character. I don’t like it when people whitewash a character, especially a male character.

I feel like the 3-way relationship was def forced. I didn’t read it, so I don’t really know, but oh well lol. And the whole thing with her being so picky that she basically only ate sweets was wild. It felt a bit unnecessary tbh but whatever. Other than that, I didn’t mind her as a character.

“The idea of every single child getting with their bodyguard kind of got boring. I do feel bad for Luna and how she was bullied in Some Kind of Perfect and how she didn’t really have friends.”

It was so overdone. And I felt bad for Luna too. Jeffra (her bully) was relentless. The scene where Luna started dancing in front of Jeffra and Eliot joined and Donnelly was nice. It showed that she was supported. I really like Eliot tbh. He’s a great character and a lot like Connor actually. Rose says so in a chapter in A Very Addicted Christmas. A Very Addicted Christmas is a collection of 18 bonus scenes. Those were a nice cozy read.

I don’t think I read that far in Luna’s books tbh. Maybe I should lol, at least they’re easy and quick reads haha. Yeah, I love how the family usually goes to bat for each other. Great family dynamic. I love how each kid has their best friend that’s their cousin haha.

I’ll have to go back and reread the series, but I believe Charlie is jealous of Moffy. They don’t hate each other. But there is obviously tension between them and a lack of understanding. Charlie is definitely jealous of Moffy’s relationship with Farrow, that is canon. Which makes me wonder how Charlie is gonna feel about Ben finding love before he does since him and Ben do not get along. That incest rumor was so crazy. I felt bad for Moffy and Jane. Their parents and uncles and aunts didn’t even believe them until Farrow kissed Moffy. I would have been so heartbroken. Here’s a link to KBR’s Pinterest! They even have a board for the locations in the Addicted/Like Us universe! Unfortunately, Spencer (Xander’s love interest) and Winnifred (Eliot’s love interest) don’t have Pinterest boards for some reason. https://www.pinterest.com/kbmritchie/

Waitttt, I just looked at the Pinterest board and why does Xanders say Colbalt empire series? Is he getting a book within this series? I hope so hehe he has a special place in my heart. I def need to know how Charlie and Moffy’s relationship is going to get better, or att least, I hope it does. Waiiiittt, why don’t Ben and Charlie get along? I was heartbroken for Jane and Moffy and how the parents didn’t believe them. That sucked for them. Maybe they want to keep their love interests a secret but idk why. Maybe something crazy is going to happen haha.

This is a spoiler but in Nobody Like Us, Xander and Spencer lose their virginity to each other in the breakroom of Superheroes and Scones with Donnelly standing guard outside the door 💀. Lily and Lo have no idea. Spencer has hard of hearing so Xander is learning sign language for her and she’s into art/painting. It’s actually how they met. Running into each other at the school’s library and Spencer got paint on herself so Xander gave her his jacket. Spencer is attending Yale while Xander is attending Manhattan Valley University. Ben is attending MVU too and Harriet is also. She transferred from UPenn to MVU. Ben is an ice hockey player and is 6’5 while Harriet is 5’1. I love the height difference, so cute! And from KBR’s Pinterest boards it looks like they’ll be playing into the height/size difference! Ben smashed another boy’s car with a baseball bat from harassing Winona I think. He has some anger deep inside of him. Ironically, ice hockey is the most aggressive/angry sport (imo) and him shoving his anger deep down is so Connor Cobalt of him. KBR confirmed that Xander will be the most prominent side character in Ben’s book! Hopefully their friendship gets repaired.

Ohhh omg, poor Donnelly. Some of the things these bodyguards have to go through…do they get paid enough? Haha. Aw, Xander is so thoughtful, I love him. I love a good artsy character. Wow, that’s quite a size difference. I’m not sure I like that. I just saw a fanart of Xaden and Violet’s (Fourth Wing) size difference and it was insane. Like she didn’t even reach his collarbones. Her neck was literally broken with how far back it was to look up at him haha. But maybe I just feel that way because I’m on the taller side haha. I’m so interested in Ben too, I can’t wait for his book. Yes, I hope their relationship is repaired too.

The spoiler for Harriet is that she approached Professor Turner (her and Luna’s biology professor) to get Luna’s off-campus work. This is after Luna was kidnapped and Harriet doesn’t know about her amnesia. Harriet was trying to help Luna avoid a failing grade, so she gave the professor a blowjob as an alternative. In NLU (Nobody Like Us), Ben and Donnelly are walking down the hallway of the University when they see the professor grab onto Harriet and Ben quickly intervenes. Harriet tells them about Luna and the blowjob, and they promise her that they won’t tell Luna. But Ben and Harriet exchange numbers so she can call him in case of an emergency. Their interaction was really nice. Harriet giving the professor a blowjob was wild even for a KBR book so some people wonder if she has some kind of trauma. In the first chapter of Burn Bright she’s about to be thrown in the pool and her reaction to water was quite intense.

Oh wowwww. That’s crazy. She could have some kind of trauma perhaps, I’m not sure. Def makes you wonder.

Beckett’s texts got leaked by a woman he slept with (she broke her NDA) in Tangled Like Us so him being into leather and threesomes, and going to sex clubs/parties became public information. I felt bad for him. Complete invasion of privacy. I believe part of the reason why Oscar doesn’t want Beckett around Jo is because Beckett has a cocaine addiction. He doesn’t use cocaine anymore though. In Sinful Like Us, Beckett and some of the family (Jane, Charlie, Moffy, Sulli) go to Scotland to look for wedding locations and to help Beckett with his addiction. Jo also goes on the trip because Oscar invites her and this is when Jo and Beckett meet for the first time. Beckett also has really intense OCD and has trust issues. Leo and Beckett being rivals is such a vibe. I love it. The tension is already giving and we don’t even have their book (yet). But I also really like Beckett’s character. He honestly might be my favorite Cobalt boy. I also like his name.

I remember his texts getting leaked, and yeah, I feel bad for him, too. Oh yeah I forgot about the cocaine, but now that you said it I remember reading about that. Do you think he’s just saying he doesn’t use it anymore but secretly still does? That’d be an interesting plot for his book when it comes out. I didn’t read sinful like us I don’t think. I think I stopped after janies first book. Navigating his OCD is going to be interesting, too. I do love Beckett, all of the cobalt children are great characters.

In Charming Like Us (Oscar’s book and Charlie’s bodyguard) we get a closer look at Charlie and learn some things about him. He plays matchmaker for his bodyguard. Getting lost in the woods together is one of his favorite romance tropes. He has his own apartment in Paris. He loves Austria. He travels a lot and has been to every continent. He can play the piano. Smokes weed. He cums on women not inside of them (💀). Wants to find love so so badly, even more than any of his siblings. He was the one who introduced Beckett to cocaine and has deeply regretted it ever since. He has a panic attack in the elevator and Oscar has to call Connor for Charlie (which is a regular occurrence), and Charlie says “Dad, can you just talk to me.” We see a deep and interesting conversation happen in the elevator. There’s a bonus chapter of this scene from Connor’s POV but it’s on patreon. I heard it was good though. This is also the book where Charlie sees Roxanne for the first time. She falls/trips on stage during a ballet performance and he’s immediately hooked.

There’s something poetic about Charlie’s book being last when he’s the one desperate for love and has to see all of his siblings find love before him. I really hope his book is last. I want to know more about him but his book being last suits him perfectly. You can go onto Charlie’s Wiki page and it’ll show you interesting stuff about him. KBR have a podcast and patreon where they share stuff about the characters that might not be in the books. Here’s a link to his page. You can look at his siblings or whoever else too! https://addictedseries.fandom.com/wiki/Charlie_Cobalt

Charlie…I was unfamiliar with your game. I do have a soft spot for Charlie. It’s got to be hard to navigate life with his brains/personality, I could see why he struggles. I’d love to hear all the inner workings of his mind tbh. It’s kind of like karma, him finding love last tbh. I’m so intrigued with him.

In Fearless Like Us, The Royal Leaks happen. “We reveal all the truths about the American Royals. These are verified and come directly from the source. No American Royal is safe. ROYAL LEAK #1: We know everything.” The Rochesters are revealed to have played a very large role in the leaks (I think they actually came up with it but I need to reread the series), but the public doesn’t know about it. The Hales, Cobalts and Meadows are severely affected by it. For example: It’s leaked that Luna writes fanfiction and smut which people are quick to hate on her and judge her for, so she decides to delete all of her writing from online. Eliot and Tom are VERY close to Luna so it’s going to be interesting since Winnifred is Eliot’s love interest. We don’t know anything about Winnifred - except that she’s selectively mute, dresses preppy, is attending Columbia University, and draws/is into art - but I’m already obsessed with her. They dynamic between Winnifred and Eliot is going to be interesting. If he doesn’t recite Romeo and Juliet to her I will riot. Yapper boyfriend x quiet girlfriend.

I’m going to go through some of the books and then send you the number of certain chapters that have some of the stuff I’ve sent in the asks mentioned so that way you don’t have to read the books. It might take a day or two, but I’ll get it done!💜

Oh wow, now this is interesting. Aw, poor Luna. I couldn’t imagine if something like that happened, she’s so sweet I feel so bad for her. Life and people have always put her down, it makes me sad for her. Winnifred sounds like a cute character. Aw, that’s so sweet of you. Take your time. Maybe I should finish the series…

Thank you for taking the time to respond to me! No one I talk to read this series and I’m excited. I’m sorry for all my rambles 😂. Have a lovely day, Ki! - 🪷

Of course! Happy to chat! 💙💙 I hope you have a lovely day too!! 💙

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Will you do any more daddy Azriel fics? ;)

I have no idea tbh. I’d love to because they’re so fun but every time I want to sit down and write something new from my inbox I just get a little overwhelmed because there’s so many 💙

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im FERAL for your knight series omg… but sir eris ily 🥺😭

hehe tysm! i'm loving it so far

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Shining Armor (Part 1)

Knight!Azriel x Princess!Reader (Rhysand's Sister)

Summary: Your father assigns you a new head guard to prepare for the upcoming war.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2726

Notes: Switching some chapters around to make the story flow better!

(Prologue) (Part 2)

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The trek to your bed chambers has never seemed so long.

You’ve spent five minutes with your new guard, and he’s already driving you insane.

His footsteps are near silent, and if it weren’t for his looming figure in the corner of your eye, you’d think you’re alone. The light tap of your shoes across the stone halls is the only sound. For someone so large, and with boots so thick, you’re unsure of how Azriel walks so quietly. His armor doesn’t jostle as he walks, either. Like it’s molded perfectly to his strong body.

The silence eats at your thought-riddled mind.

You miss Eris terribly. Miss the way his arm would brush across yours with each step. Miss the way his fingers would purposefully snag yours, his intentions clear in his warm amber eyes. You’d have most of his attention, the rest spent vigilantly checking your surroundings for any threats or gossips that could spill your secret. When he deemed the area clear, a quick, urgent kiss would steal your breath away, falter your steps. Eris would chuckle and steady you, his hands hot across your hips. He’d lean low and whisper something secretive that would make red bleed into your cheeks.

You rip yourself from those thoughts as warmth tightens your throat. You shake your head. It’s been an emotional whirlwind of a day. All you want to do is climb into your big, plush bed and prey that you wake up from this nightmare tomorrow morning.

What you’d really like to do is whine to Eris, but he’s no longer within inches of you. You don’t know when you’ll see him again.

The hall seems to stretch on forever. You twist your fingers, picking at the beds of your nails. It takes effort to keep your chin held high, your back straight. You itch to play with the beloved pendant that rests warmly against the valley between your breasts. A gift from your mother, long ago. A family heirloom, passed from her grandmother to her mother, and from her mother to yours.

You were in awe of the shiny, colorful stone when your mother gifted it to you. An onyx so dark, with a glowing golden speck in the center. You’ve never seen two colors so beautiful. Contrasting, yet harmonious all in one, like the light wouldn’t exist without the darkness.

To keep yourself from reaching for the necklace, you peek at Azriel. If he notices your curious gaze, he doesn’t let it show. His vibrant hazel eyes scan the hall, sharp with caution. Like one of your reflections could jump out of the mirror you pass to attack you. Like a threat will round the corner you turn.

The collar of his dark tunic beneath his armor is pulled high, to the jut of his jaw. His dark hair is cropped short on the sides, longer on top and curling over his forehead. You trace his features, wandering across his smooth, tan skin.

You consider running the rest of the way to your rooms. Just to see how ridiculous he might look chasing after you. You have a feeling he wouldn’t look ridiculous at all, not with his powerful stature and strong, even gait as he ushers you down the hall. Maybe it isn’t too late to meet your mother for Starfall shopping.

Azriel’s cutting gaze suddenly latches onto yours, and your breath seizes in your chest. The intensity of his stare causes goosebumps to break out across your arms. It’s almost as if you can feel his eyes, like fingers dragging down your skin. Across your features and down your pretty navy dress. Your heart stutters under those hazel eyes, a dark rim circling his irises. His nostrils flare, as if in warning. You return your gaze in front of you, ignoring the rapid pace of your heart in your chest.

Ignoring the rapid pace of your heart in your chest, you return your gaze in front of you, only to meet the familiar amber ones of Eris.

A flattered smile tries to bloom on your lips as he surveys you attentively, making sure you’re alright in the time you’ve been apart. He doesn’t trust Azriel any more than you do. You can tell by the way his fingers tighten on the hilt of his sword for a brief moment. He stands outside of Rhysand’s room, which means your brother is inside.

Clearly, he’s heard the news.

You pass Eris with a softened glance, to the room next door. You need to talk to him about all this, want to be in his arms. He won’t be off duty until well into the night, but maybe, if you stay up late enough, you can see him. By then, someone else will be on rotation for you, and hopefully, the rest of your guard won’t rat you and Eris out.

You waste no time slipping inside, and if you slam the door a little harder than you should, well, it isn’t as if Azriel is going to mention anything. He hasn’t spoken a single damn word, not even to your father.

You collapse against the shut door, not quite sliding down to the floor, but your knees do wobble with the events of today. You bite your lip, hard, as not to cry out. You’re sure that with Azriel on post on the other side of your door, he’d surely hear you. Instead, you release a shaking breath, warding away your tears, before inhaling strength, and pushing off the door.

You bypass your terribly comfortable four-poster bed. It calls out to you with the plethora of feathered pillows on top, it’s thick, cloud-like blankets. The sheer drapery that hangs from the ceiling is an extra layer of protection you’ve always loved, even if you do find an arm or leg cocooned in the fabric when you wake. If a knight were to burst into the room in the middle of the night with an urgent message, your bed-wrangled hair would be hidden by the canopy.

The fireplace across the room is lit, most likely by your lady in waiting, Alis. The logs crackle and pop, briefly warming your side as you determinedly walk between the hearth and the velvet, emerald couch. A tray of tea is set out on the cedar table, right where you’d normally unwind after a long day of lessons.

Right now, you’re too wired.

You shove through the doors that lead to your balcony. Wind whips against your skin, drawing your skirts back. There’s a chill in the air, but the irritation in your veins keeps you warm.

You veer to your left, only to halt at the sight of your brother.

Rhysand looks up from his book, smirking at the sight of you. He must have known you were on your way, so he retreated to his chambers. He lounges on the thick railing of his balcony, one leg swinging over the side.

“I hear you got yourself a new head guard,” your brother greets.

You mouth sours at the mention of Azriel. “He’s already proving to be a thorn in my side,” you grumble, shutting your balcony doors behind you. Out here, no one will hear what you speak of with Rhysand. Both of your guards are a room away, and as much as you’d like Eris to be out here with you, you want Azriel as far away from you as possible.

Rhysand only chuckles at your childish response. You may as well cross your arms over your chest and stomp your foot for the amount of amusement he’s getting out of this.

“Where did he even come from, anyway?” You ask, striding closer to the edge of your own balcony to sit. A few feet separate your balustrade from his, a far drop below.

You settle on the edge of your railing, too restless to splay like a cat in the sun like your brother.

“Not all of the soldiers train in Velaris, you know,” Rhys reminds you, snapping his book shut.

That’s right. Some of them are from villages far and wide, some even on the outskirts of the Night Court itself. The Illyrian Steppes, to name one, where the most ruthless of your fathers’ armies are bred and trained. A shiver wracks its way down your spine as you filter through what little information you know about the Steppes.

Brutal, barren, and cold, the Steppes were never meant to be inhabited. During the storm season, snow can pile as high as a small child. The winds are blankets of ice, and what little brush has managed to survive hardly provides protection from the environment’s harsh conditions.

You know little of Illyria’s people. You’ve never met someone from the Steppes, only know that they make up a large percentage of your father’s front lines. They aren’t meant to be personal guards, can’t be trusted. They’re savage and vicious, but they hone well into warriors, ready to put their lives on the line for their King.

You gaze off into the distance, where the sun casts dreamy oranges and lilacs across the snow-capped mountains of Azriel’s home. They stand tall and rigid, like his shoulders. Their sharp peaks are as cutting at the planes of his angular face. In moments, darkness will cast long across their rocky faces, just as Azriel has brought a darkness to your life tonight.

A gentle wind brushes a few unruly tresses of your hair, tickling your cheeks. If you shut your eyes tight enough, you can imagine the gentle caress of Eris’ touch.

“Father knows what he is doing,” Rhys says, standing from the stoop. He stretches, back popping softly. His violet eyes—a perfect copy of your father’s—gleam as he offers a hand to you.

You study the outstretched limb for a moment, soft, yet strong from years of weapon’s training.

He lifts a brow and you roll your eyes, placing your hand in his. “You always say that,” you comment, heaving yourself onto the stone railing, mindful of the way your skirts try to twist around your outstretched limbs. Rhysand keeps you steady, but you’ve made this short jump many times before. Sometimes even alone. You keep your eyes pinned to your brother with suspicion as you take the tiny leap across balconies.

For that one fleeting second you are airborne, you feel free, not shackled down by your father’s rules, the weight of his new order. Your hair whips around your face, painting your first smile of the day across your features. The last rays of sunshine hug you close. Your lungs expand with a freeing breath, but within a moment, you’re falling back to reality. It tugs on the ends of your skirts, catapulting you to solid ground. The soles of your feet hit the stone on your brother’s balcony, and that freedom is once again ripped away.

“Do you know something I don’t?” You pry as he helps you inside. The room is a more masculine version of your own. Deep blues and grays line the bed, the large sofa squared instead of round and puffy like your own. The wooden furniture is stained dark, too. You eye the door, knowing your lover is standing just outside. You peel your gaze away.

“I know many things you don’t,” Rhys answers with a smirk. You glare, but it isn’t as effective when his back is to you, placing his book back on one of the four bookshelves that flank the unlit fireplace. His collection of novels is astounding, and as he fits the spine delicately between two others, you wonder if he was even really reading the book at all. “Like how you were spotted roaming around the woods without Hart yesterday morning.”

Your mouth parts, but the protest is jammed in your throat. Hart said he wouldn’t report a thing, and yet here you are with Rhys, who knows your dirty truth.

Yes, you’d crept away from the guard on shift in the gardens yesterday. It had been a beautiful morning to have breakfast beside the fountain, as you so often do when your mother is home. You were hardly able to enjoy the buttermilk scones and honey-sweetened tea whilst Hart replaced Eris with a quiet murmur, sent to speak with your father on an urgent matter. The very same matter that ripped your heart out today.

The cranberry scone in your mouth turned to ash as worry etched your body while Eris walked away, a slight furrow in his brow. Whatever it was must have concerned him enough not to shoot you a reassuring glance as he made his way up the path to the castle.

You were restless after that, unable to down another bite. Your scone was clutched firmly in your hand as you dazedly wandered from the table, lost in thought. Had you and Eris been found out? Why else would the King want to speak with your royal guard?

You know the grounds like the back of your hand, could maneuver your home blindfolded, so you slunk out from under Hary’s nose. You didn’t want him lingering, in case you began speaking to yourself. You never expected to wander into the woods.

A doe caught your eye from the edge of the trail that made you stop in your tracks. It called to you with those big, round eyes, and did not scare with each step you took closer to the animal.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, distracted for a moment. Your scone crumbled in your hand and you softly placed it on the ground as it caught the deer’s attention. Slowly, the animal inched forward without you having to take a step back, gobbling up your crushed breakfast. You were in awe of the beautiful creature, so strong and docile. You were inches away from petting the wild creature when Hart began shouting your name. The doe startled and sprang into the thicket of trees.

“I was only walking,” you mutter, knowing your poor excuse won’t make any difference. If your father found out, he’d only add more knights to your guard, and if they aren’t Eris, you don’t want them.

“Walking, talking to animals,” Rhys waves his hand dismissively. Your cheeks heat. You didn’t know you were overheard, whispering sweet words to the deer that patiently waited for your touch. “What’s next? Dressing them?”

“Very funny,” you sigh, collapsing on his plush couch. You kick your slippers off and lift your legs to rest on the cushions, staring into the black fireplace. His handmaidens should be here soon to light it, you reckon.

Rhys takes the spot by your feet, shoving your legs off of the soft cushion to make a place for himself. You huff, tucking your knees to your chest and hugging them tight.

“Tell me more about your—”

The door bursts open with force that surprises you and Rhys. You both spin to see what the commotion is about.

Eris falls through the door. One hand clutches tightly at the doorknob, the other on the hilt of his sword as if he’s ready to use it. His amber eyes meet yours and he seems unsurprised to find you in Rhysand’s room. You sneak in here all the time.

Azriel suddenly slides into the doorway, pinpointing a glare on you. Gratification fills your bones at the dark look. You wonder how quickly his heart races upon noticing your disappearance, though he looks infuriatingly calm and collected for someone who just found out that the princess he’s supposed to be following has vanished from his whereabouts.

Your satisfaction doesn’t last long.

“Sir Eris?” Rhys questions, standing abruptly. You rip your gaze from Azriel and it’s now that you realize the rigidity to Eris’ stance, the softness of his eyes as they ping between you and your brother. Something is very, very wrong. “What’s going on?”

Eris swallows harshly, like he can’t actually believe it. Doesn’t know how to break the news to you.

Your worry opens up tenfold.

“Eris?” Your question is a whisper of fear.

“The Queen,” he chokes, face crumpling. Your entire world freezes. Mother?

Your lover releases a shaking breath, no longer the controlled knight he’s supposed to be. Whatever this is, it’s hit even him hard. “The Queen is dead.”

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Shining Armor Taglist: @sapphirelunawolfie @fuckingsimp4azriel @theflowerswillbloom @thorins-queen-of-erebor @softbirdieokay @kissesfromnovalie

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My Like Us 🪷 Anon, I have finally answered you

Sorry for the wait <3 Putting this here so i can add a read more since your ask was long :)

Ki! I’m so sorry for how long it’s taken for me to send in an ask regarding the previous one about the Addicted/Like Us series!

I recently lost a loved one so my mind has been very overwhelmed. I’m apologizing in advanced for how long this ask is.

I’m so sorry for your loss. Sending you big hugs and my love!

The Like Us series has a total of thirteen books. The characters that have their own books are Maximoff (Loren & Lily’s son), Jane (Connor & Rose’s daughter), Oscar (the bodyguard to Charlie - Connor & Rose’s son), Sulli (Ryke & Daisy’s daughter), and Luna (Loren & Lily’s daughter). Maximoff’s love interest is Farrow, Jane’s is Thatcher, Oscar’s is Jack, Sulli’s is Akara and Banks (poly relationship), and Luna’s is Donnelly’s (Farrow’s best friend). My favorite couples were definitely Maximoff & Farrow and Luna & Donnelly. I struggled a little bit with Sulli’s books for two reasons. The first being is that I honestly pictured Sulli as a lesbian. Secondly, the romance between Sulli x Akara x Banks wasn’t all that to me. And honestly it’s a shame because I love poly romances, but I think it’s because Akara and Banks were only dating Sulli and not all three (does that make sense?). I really loved Moffy and Farrow! They were so hot and I loved their dynamic. Luna and Donnelly were sweet together, and the friendship between Donnelly and Farrow was everything to me. I also liked Donnelly’s friendship with Beckett (Connor & Rose’s son).

I did enjoy Maximoff and Farrows books, those I did get through all of them. I read Janie’s first one I think or most of it and then the idea of every single child getting with their bodyguard kind of got boring tbh. I skipped Sulli’s book completely because I thought it was a total miss. Like you mentioned, I think Sulli would’ve been better suited as a lesbian or even bisexual, I wasn’t feeling the whole 3-way relationship for her. I do love poly romances too but that one didn’t feel right. I do think some poly relationships are the guys only being with the girl, I’ve seen that before, but it can def go either way. I read Luna’s until she lost her memory. I QUICKLY found out that memory loss is one of my least favorite tropes haha because I read another book where she got it and I had to relieve the entire book and I just hated it, so I pretty much stopped hers after that. I do feel bad for Luna and how she was bullied in the Some Kind of Perfect and how she didn’t really have friends.

It was nice to see Loren and Lily as parents. I felt bad for Moffy and Jane because of the whole incest rumor. Moffy and Charlie don’t get along (they’ve literally gotten into fist fights), but I actually kinda like it. It makes things interesting and complex. KBR (the authors) have a Pinterest where the characters have their own boards and I highly recommend looking at them! I can send you the link if you I want!

The incest rumor was WILDDDDD. I want to know more about Charlie and Moffy! I was so interested in that aspect but nothing came out of it, did it? Like we don’t know why they’re fighting and stuff? I can’t remember, or if we do find out at some point, please let me know which book! Oh yes, please send me the link. I can’t picture things when I read so I’d love to see the vibes they were thinking for the characters!

The Cobalt Empire will have six books with each one following a Cobalt sibling (except Jane). The first one - Burn Bright - will be following Ben who is the youngest Cobalt son who is an ice hockey player and has been kinda going through it. His love interest is Harriet. She’s a drummer who auditioned for Tom’s band but got rejected for not being 18, so she and Tom hate each other. But Harriet did something for Luna that only Ben and Donnelly know (it might be a spoiler for you so I want share it unless you want me to). I (and others) suspect that Harriet has some kind of trauma. Also, Ben and Charlie do not get along. It makes things interesting. But while I do like Charlie’s character there are times where I want to whack him upside the head for the things he says to Ben. The first chapter of Burn Bright has been released and you can read it!

Awww I loved Ben in Some Kind of Perfect! He was literally so cute and sweet, I really had a soft spot for him, so maybe I will read his book! And a hockey romance?! Say no more!! I hope we get a snippet of Xander because I love him too and I need them to be friends. I need him to be okay. You can def share the spoiler with me haha, I won’t go back and read the rest of the like us series most likely. Yeah, I like Charlie but he def has his moments. He needs to chill sometimes.

KBR said that once we read Burn Bright we should know who the second book will be about. I think the next book will either be Tom’s or Eliot’s, while the last book will either be Audrey’s or Charlie’s. I kinda want the last book to be Charlie’s because he wants to find love so bad and to see all of his siblings find love before he does feels right for some reason.

We don’t know who Audrey’s love interest is. Tom’s love interest is rumored to either be Phoenix (a drummer) or RJ Kotova. Charlie’s love interest is Roxanne Kotova. She’s a ballet dancer at Beckett’s company and Charlie promised Beckett (before even meeting Roxanne) that he would never get involved with anyone at the ballet company. Charlie, however, is already down bad for Roxanne. Roxanne is a soft clumsy ballerina while Charlie is the tortured genius.

Charlie is 10000% going to be last. I think there are too many people who like him and want to know about him that they’ll save him for last to get other people to read/buy the rest of the series first lol. At least, from a marketing standpoint, that’s what I would do. Okay, lots of drummers…are they running low on ideas? Haha OH, I’d love for Charlie to be with someone from his brothers company, that’d be so cute.

Beckett’s love interests are Joana Oliveria (Oscar’s younger sister) and Leo Valavanis. Beckett’s relationship is going to be poly and while I didn’t like it for Sulli, I am definitely going to love it for Beckett. The BeckettJoLeo relationship is going to be where all of them are dating each other so it’s already different compared to Sulli x Akara x Banks. A lot of us actually thought Beckett was straight but none of us are complaining. Jo is a pro boxer and she and Beckett already have this tense relationship where they’re at each other’s throats, but Oscar doesn’t want Beckett around Jo. Leo is a principal ballet dancer at the same company as Beckett. Beckett and Leo are rivals. Rivals/enemies to lovers trope. In Nobody Like Us there’s a scene where Beckett is at Pink Noir (a club) and he and Leo have a tense conversation. The tension was so good and intense. The dynamic between them is already amazing. In Unlucky Like Us there’s also a scene where Beckett and Leo are being interviewed and there’s some more tension between them. We find out that Leo is divorced. Also, Beckett is into threesomes and used to go to sex clubs/private sex parties and likes a hate fuck.

Ohhh this is interesting news. I love Beckett dearly as well, so this is going to be exciting. Why doesn’t Oscar want Beckett around Jo? He seems like a lovely person haha. I’m loving the Leo/Beckett rivals to lovers vibe. Maybe I’ll have to find that chapter and read it.

Eliot’s love interest is Winnifred Rochester. Winnifred is Wesley’s younger sister. The same Wesley that Jane kissed. Their trope is more than likely going to be forbidden which I’m not really a fan of, but for these two it is actually going to make sense. These two families fucking HATE each other. The angst and drama is going to be insane. You would have to read Sulli’s books to find out what happens and what’s the drama between the families. Winnifred is selectively mute and only talks to Will (her brother and Sulli’s ex boyfriend). In Nobody Like Us a fortune teller tells Eliot that he’s going to help the voiceless find their voice and she quoted Romeo and Juliet: “These violent delights have violent ends”. So the future dynamic has me very excited. I find all the love interests for the Cobalt siblings to be interesting.

Ahhhh the Rochesters haha. That scene in Some Kind of Perfect was a good one with Janie. I could see how this is going to be a good one too. I don’t think I’ll read Sulli’s books so feel free to spoil it for me, otherwise, there will probably be call backs to what happened in his book I’d assume, so that new readers would know what’s going on. Yeah, all the Cobalt’s def have interesting lives, it’s going to be fun to see what happens.

It might be a struggle but I do recommend reading the Like Us series to get some scoops of the Cobalts love interests. We also get details about Spencer (Xander’s rumored love interest and Loren & Lily’s son) and I already love her character. While I love the Addicted series and the Like Us series isn’t as good, I still enjoyed reading it. Fun and easy read. The Addicted series will always remain superior of course. My favorite future couple is a tie between Eliot x Winnifred and Beckett x Jo x Leo.

I’m happy to hear good things about Xander! I loved him.

Also, I forgot to add on my ask that I’m 🪷 anon. Apologizes for that. I’m also sorry for how late and long this ask is. Have a lovely day, Ki! - 🪷

Thanks for sending this! Lots of love! and happy reading!

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Hiiiiii, I was wondering if you'd ever write for the older bat babies again?? There's three fics on your masterlist but I love knoxs' whole storyline I think it's so interesting!

Hi! I don’t have any plans to right now, but never say never!

[azsazz]

The vibe Shining Armor is giving me

[azsazz]

Over Ice (Part 12)

Hockey!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: She’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!

Warnings:

Word Count: 2957

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11)

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“I’m still not sure I understand,” you say, rubbing the grit from your tired eyes. “Would you mind walking me through it one more time?”

You swear you see Emerie roll her eyes in exasperation. You’re not even upset with your new tutor, it’s late, and you’re just as annoyed as she is, but there’s something about the way she’s explaining biological bases of behavior that you’re just not getting.

It doesn’t help that your entire week has been a juggle of avoiding almost everyone in your life.

You’ve felt just as sick as Gwyn was the night of her birthday all week long. For more reasons than one.

For one, you kissed one of your best friend’s cousin. For the second time. After she deliberately told you not to, and you agreed. For two, Rhysand hasn’t stopped trying to contact you since the incident, which you haven’t been able to stop thinking about. You haven’t answered him once, too worked up about the possibility of word somehow reaching Mor.

And the worst part is, you don’t even know if Gwyn remembers what she witnessed that night. Your legs around his waist, his hands gripping your butt. Mouths fused together, so tightly, so desperately. You had no intentions of stopping yourself, couldn’t if you wanted to. You’ve been thinking about his mouth pressed against yours since the very first time you kissed, and with a few drinks in your system, your confidence was off the charts. There was no one to stop you from taking what you wanted, what you both wanted, until your roommate barged through the door to catch you in the act.

You’ve been skirting Gwyn, walking on eggshells around your apartment, spending as much time as you possibly can outside your dorm, tucked between stacks of books in the library, hiding out in the commons. You’ve even gone as far as finding a dingy diner named Rita’s to hunker down and try to instill psychology into your brain. It’s mostly empty, and you’ve sort of befriended the waitress, or maybe she feels bad for you, growling down at your books in a futile attempt at studying, because the Shirly temples she delivers to your table somehow never make it onto your bill.

You’ve even managed to find a new tutor, though she’s about as good at teaching you as Rhysand is.

“I’ve already told you,” she points to the diagram in your textbook with the tip of her pen a little more forcefully than you’d like. Frustration furrows your brow, and you manage to keep your glare aimed at the book. “The cerebrum is the part that starts and manages conscious thoughts, and the cerebellum is the part that processes and regulates signals between other parts of your brain and body.”

It sounds like she’s read it straight from your textbook. Wait a second. You squint at the highlighted text right beside the photo. She is reading this right off the page!

You could fucking do that. You have, and you’re still just as confused. You need some real-life fucking examples, or you’re never going to pick this up. You have a practice quiz on Thursday, and even though it doesn’t count toward your grade, you want to do well.

Do well on the practice, ace the exam.

Simple.

Or, it would be if you could fucking understand.

You set your jaw, grinding your teeth. Rhysand would be so much better at explaining how all of these brain functions work. He’d even give you real life examples and flash cards to help you out. Emerie is doing none of that. She’s spent about half of the hour you’ve been here scrolling through her phone, and you’re pretty sure you’re just prone to having easily distracted tutors.

What have you put out into the universe to be gifted this back?

“Okay, I think I get it now,” you lie. If anything, you can come back to this. Emerie’s phone lights up on the table beside her and you slyly check the time. 8:30. Gods, when did it get so late? One minute, you were tucking your drawing pad in your cubby after the life drawing class you signed up for and the next moment, you’re seconds away from stabbing your pencil into your eye in the middle of the study room at the library. “Can we move onto the next thing?”

But Emerie isn’t even listening to you anymore. She’s frowning down at her cellphone, completely engrossed. Her face scrunches in the same disappointed look you’ve seen from her thrice tonight before she begins tapping a response.

You’re almost impressed at the number of letters she punches in in such a short amount of time. You’d hate to be the person on the other end of the phone with the essay of a message she seems to be writing. It must be almost as bad as being on the other side of her tutoring skills.

You decide to use the reprieve to check your own phone. There’s a message from your mother, something about a conversation she had at the convention her work sent her to. You don’t really understand what she’s talking about, so you click out of the thread with an air of disappointment. There aren’t any other texts.

Rhysand’s name calls to you like a siren. You hover over the chain, sadness curdling your stomach. You made the right decision to cut him from your life, but you’d be lying if you said it was easy. You’ve missed his flirtatious nature, the feeling of being wanted by someone, even if it was just for fun. You miss how helpful he was in your tutoring sessions, even if he was late on more than one occasion. You miss his violet eyes, gleaming with mischief as he teased you. You missed the curve of his wicked smile, the way they slotted perfectly against yours—

The door to your study room opens, drawing your and Emerie’s attention.

Your breath hitches as the very boy you’d successfully avoided for five days and counting saunters through the door like he fucking owns the place.

Your heart stammers in your chest at the sight of him. You don’t know how he found you, tucked away in the most discreet room in the library you could find. You would have invited Emerie over to your dorm room to study, if it weren’t for the whole avoiding your roommate’s thing you have going on right now.

Rhys looks just as fuckable as he did the last time you saw him. A waffled, white shirt stretches across his broad shoulders. The sleeves are shoved up to his elbows, offering you the perfect view of his forearms. To your dismay, he’s not wearing those sweatpants you love to see him in, but the dark wash jeans that fit snugly around his hips do just as much justice. A Velaris U snapback sits backwards atop his dark hair that curls around the edges post shower. You swallow hard, trying very hard not to think about how he’d look in the shower, toned body on display and water cascading down his muscles, down between thick thighs and dripping off the tip of his cock.

You clear your throat, cheeks heating as Rhys tilts his head. There’s a hint of a smile on his mouth, like he knows exactly where your mind went, because he’s thinking the same thing. His eyes trail slowly across your face, down your chest and torso to where the table hides the rest of your body.

Good thing, so he doesn’t see the way you have to clench your legs together.

“And who are you?” Emerie questions, but with her dry tone, you don’t think she really cares all that much.

You do, however.

“I’m her tutor.”

Emerie’s caramel eyes flicker between you and Rhys with a flash of intrigue. You hold your breath carefully as she decides if the captain of the hockey team looming over you is enough hot gossip to stay for the show. Anyone would be interested in watching this play out, but your new tutor seems less than interested in Rhys’ interruption.

Maybe she thinks you’re a lost cause, you think as she silently begins packing her things without so much as a mumble or an apologetic glance in your direction. If she is thinking there’s no hope for you in psychology, she’d be right. It’s been over an hour of working through the questions you got wrong on your last test and all you’ve managed is one corrected answer and a whole lot of mind-wandering to the boy who currently stares at you like you’re across from him in a faceoff. His brows are flat, eyes sharp, mouth drawn in a firm line.

“You’re not,” you insist vehemently. Maybe Emerie will stay if you refuse to give your attention to Rhys. Your warning glare does nothing to deter him. He doesn’t falter. His shoulders don’t wither under your harsh look. He stands tall, straightens his shoulders even, and stands his ground.

Rhys’ lips quirk when your tutor stands. Your attention is diverted to Emerie as she slides her backpack over her shoulder. “Emerie, please—”

“I’m sorry,” she shakes her head solemnly. Rhys’ triumphant smirk quickly disappears when you whirl his way. You’re about to give him a verbal lashing when Emerie slows by his side. She holds her hand out and your jaw continues its descent toward the floor as Rhys proceeds to tug out his wallet and hand her a wad of folded bills.

His trickery slides down your spine like an ice cube down your shirt. What the actual fuck? He paid Emerie to get you here, all because you’ve been avoiding him? A part of you is flattered, but the feeling is smothered by his cunning. You knew Rhys was sly in the rink, but you didn’t know that extended into his daily life. Not like this.

“Thanks, Rhys.” Emerie shoots you a ‘what can you do?’ look and shoves her way from the room. Your shoulders fall in defeat, your mind reeling. Has she ever even taken a psychology class? You want to slam your head into the open book on the table. Surely, that will be more help than the hour you just wasted as an unknowing pawn in Rhysand’s little game.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Rhys starts, and flames course through your veins. You can feel the path they inch to your cheeks, anger flushing your skin bright red. How dare he? How dare he pay someone to pretend to tutor you so he can ambush you?

Good, then I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. You give yourself a mental pat on the back. You’ve made it nearly an entire week without reaching out to Rhys no matter how many times you typed out responses went unsent or fell asleep to your text threads. Small wins.

“And you’ve just ruined my night,” you snip back, slamming your book shut. The test you’d been working through is trapped between the pages, squashed in half, but you’re too annoyed to care. An off-center crease on your paper will be something to distract you from studying later. “I can’t believe you faked me out like that! Is she even in psych?”

Rhys winces and that’s all you need to know. Frustration presses hot behind your eyes, prickling your sinuses as it tries to escape. You could explode on him right now, but you bite your tongue. He doesn’t deserve your words or your tears.

“Not technically, no,” he answers sheepishly, but you’re much too angry to think about how cute Rhys is when his face scrunches in concern like that. You avert your eyes and chuck your book into your bag. “Was she any help?”

Of course she wasn’t any help. Although, that means the single question you reworked and corrected is either another small win or you need to double-check your work.

You don’t deign Rhys with a response.

“Look,” he says when you exchange your pencils in the front pocket of your bag for your headphones. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to show up this late but watching film ran late, and I swear I was going to help you study, darling, after I had the chance to talk to you.”

“We have nothing to talk about,” you reply stubbornly. You can’t even look at him right now.

“We do,” he argues. He rounds the table and plants a hand on the back of your chair, keeping you from sliding back to make your escape.

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck. You can’t turn to peer over your shoulder because you know it will bring you face-to-face, maybe even so close your lips might brush. You fight the shiver that crawls up your spine at the thought, the warmth that pools between your legs.

“Please, Rhys,” you sigh. Your gaze is drawn to his broad body like a magnet as he lowers himself into the freshly unoccupied chair. Staring at you with those determined, violet eyes tugs at the wound in your chest you’ve been trying to plaster shut all week. “Can we be adults about this?”

“Sure,” he shrugs, kicking his chair back on its hind legs. “You start.”

You pin him with an unimpressed look.

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes. “You can’t tell me that kiss didn’t mean anything to you.”

“It didn’t,” you respond all too quickly. The fact that your eyes have fallen to the table again doesn’t help your façade.

In truth, the kiss meant more than it should have. You haven’t felt that sudden rush in a long time. You were left buzzing afterward in more ways than one, could still feel the shape of Rhys’ lips against yours all the way back to your dorm that night, could still see that hungry look in his eyes. Even the sight of Gwyn retching into the toilet afterward didn’t chase that image away.

“Liar,” he argues.

“It can’t mean anything, Rhys!” You bite. You cross your arms tightly over your chest and stare at the table, swallowing tightly.

The silence that falls is heavy. His stare is heavy. Everything is fucking heavy.

Suddenly, you’re exhausted. All you want to do is slink your way home and curl up beneath your blankets and avoid everyone for a little bit longer. You hadn’t expected Rhysand to drop in on your tutoring session, nor set up your tutoring session for you. It’s late, and your test is in two days, and you don’t feel any more confident in the material than you should.

You don’t want to fail another exam. You need his help.

After a beat of silence, Rhys asks softly, “Why?”

“Because Mor is my friend,” you repeat for the umpteenth time. You force your gaze to Rhys and your chest aches at the concern on his face. He’s normally so rugged and cocky, winking and smirking, to see him like this needle’s holes in your chest. “And I won’t ruin our friendship over a guy.”

“I can handle Mor,” Rhys says like all of this is so easy. Maybe for him, it is. He’s her family, and she can’t stay made at him forever. You on the other hand, have no such ties. If she found out that you went behind her back to be with Rhys…you don’t know how you’d recover from that. You know Mor, and you know that while she’s confident on the outside, your betrayal would scar her deep inside. “Just give me a chance.”

“It’s not that simple, Rhys,” you respond with a sigh. You wish it were. You wish you could slide from your chair onto his, straddle him and hold him close, let him console you with pretty words and soft kisses until you’ve relaxed enough to keep studying.

You’d love to see him outside of school, outside of hockey, where you can have all of his attention, but there are too many factors that play into being more than friends with Rhys. You need to pass this class, and he has so much on his plate you don’t even know how he has the time to sleep, let alone date.

“It could be.”

You shake your head. You would give him the chance, but you don’t know how. Your fears rear their heads and bare their teeth. The loss of a relationship with one of your best friends in the entire world.

You couldn’t do that to Mor.

Rhys must see your inner turmoil. He plants his chair back on the ground and places a gentle hand over yours to stop you from wringing them together anxiously. Oh. You didn’t even know you were doing that.

Emotion pricks your sinuses as the warmth from his hands spreads throughout your body. He strokes a thumb across the back of your hand, and your bones ache with the need to flip your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. But you can’t. You can’t do any of it.

His eyes are soft when you’re able to look at him.

“It won’t happen again, I swear,” he promises, though there’s a sad twist to his mouth that tells you he doesn’t quite believe it’s possible. He’s telling you right now that he wants more, but he’ll give you the time that you need, as long as you need it.

You don’t tell him that this is going to last a lifetime.

“We can…we can be friends,” Rhys says like he doesn’t like what he’s agreeing to. You don’t like it very much, either. “Just…don’t replace me as your tutor.”

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[azsazz]

Nah why’d you do this to me?

eris vanserra being young and small and wondering why his mother cannot quite bear to hold him. (he doesn’t know it yet, but he — more than being betrothed to beron, more than getting married, more than conception — has sealed her fate. the first born boy. the heir. she is now the mother of a baby beron will ruin, and she can never leave him, but she can never save him. the illusion of choice is taken from her in his first breath.) eris vanserra watching the same thing happen with every baby after him; kept at arm’s reach, left to governesses and wet nurses and tutors, chaste smoothing of hair and infrequent kisses to the crowns of heads but no more. (he was so excited for the first brother and incrementally less so with each subsequent. he knew what his father would turn them into; he knew that his mother would not be able to love them.) ((in this way, he is not so unlike his mother, even if he cannot understand her.)) eris vanserra having to mold himself in his father’s image to be able to protect his mother and thus incurring more of his mother’s disgust.

eris vanserra being an adult and watching his mother cradle the final brother, lucien, to her chest like he is something precious, like he is something sacred. eris vanserra still not understanding what made him different at birth than this brother, what made him unlovable. (he knows why she does not love him now, himself seeing only his father in the mirror anymore, but he still cannot quite figure out why she did not love him then.) ((even when he does find out, he will not understand, not fully. he did not choose his sire; she did. how is it his fault that he carries beron’s blood and lucien is fortunate enough not to?)) (((even so, he knows that lucien needs to be protected at all costs. he has never seen his mother so happy, and that is all he has ever wanted for her.)))

[azsazz]

Mtl best at oral out of the bat boys and the Vanserra brothers

Ohhhh…normally we don’t let these thoughts out of the cage…jk lets rip this shit

Eris motherfucking Vanserra is good at eating pussy. He’s good at sucking cock too, to be honest. I’ve mentioned this before, but this man knows how to utilize his powers in the bedroom. Burning your clothes away from your body, he places you carefully on the bed. He almost has a routine, knows what makes you crack. There are times where he definitely switches it up, it’s not like he wants you to cum quickly, but he wants you to cum as many times as you can before he absolutely needs to stick his aching cock inside of you. Fire dances on the tip of his tongue in more ways than one, and there’s something about the way his mouth grows hotter and hotter against your cunt. You’re a writhing fucking mess for him, shouting and pulling his hair, clawing at his shoulders as he fucks you on his tongue. The fire with each flick of his tongue battles the one that buds in your body as you fall apart for him.

Azriel is a tease, as we could all probably guess. He loves those noises you make for him when you’re so close to cumming, only to whine and writhe desperately when he pulls away at the last second. He brushes his teeth gently across your clit, just enough to feel you shudder beneath his grip. He might be a man of few words, but just like when he does speak, all of the times he goes down on you are memorable moments. He’s slow and meticulous in this, slow, soft laps of his tongue can turn into a ravenous oral within seconds. He always keeps you on your toes, you never know what new trick he’s going to pull out this time.

Cassian isn’t the best, but he’s fucking enthusiastic. And when I say that he’s not the best, it isn’t because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Oh, he knows exactly where he wants you. He’s manhandling you, gripping your calf and tugging you to the end of the bed, splaying your eyes wide. His pupils are blown out as he strokes a thumb across your soaking pussy. His knees crack loudly against the ground as he drops to them, and he doesn’t wait a second before he’s face first in your cunt, licking, slurping, drinking you up like his life fucking depends on it. His eyes are locked on you the entire time, and he’s an unmovable force. It’s torture as much as it is pleasure. You’ve lost the ability to clamp your legs together because his hands keep them spread wide while he flattens his tongue and licks a harsh stripe from your ass to your clit. He could stay between your legs forever, and he’s cum just from eating you out, too.

Lucien…now this is a man that would take fucking care of you. Your pleasure is always his highest priority, no matter what. He uses pairs his long fingers with his tongue, utilizing more than just his mouth while you slowly melt into a puddle on the mattress. He’s a worshipper, thrives off of the noises you make. When he hits a certain spot that draws a delicious noise from you, he hones in on that spot, repeating the motion over and over until you cum. He can be soft and sweet, he can also be a tease, though he prefers the former.

Rhysand is a natural born leader. He commands your body like he does his court, with confidence and swagger. He’s using his words just as much as his tongue, drenching you with praises, between breaths, between tasting you. He’s pulling away from your throbbing clit to suck kisses into your thighs, marking you just as your scent is marking him. He’s possessive with you, needs you close, wishes he could be between your legs at all times. He savors every single moment with you because he does have a court to run, after all.

[azsazz]

Shining Amor (Prologue)

Knight!Azriel x Princess!Reader (Rhysand's Sister)

Summary: Prequel to Part 1 of Shining Armor

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2568

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“I’d rather cut my heart out of my chest than tolerate this.” Your words are brutal, but true. Despite the venom that seeps into your tone, your proclamation doesn’t penetrate the thick skin of your father, who looms above you on his dais.

He looks as powerful as he is. His robes draped long and dark across his back, pooling over one side of his onyx-plated throne. The gold that sits atop his head and splays across his knuckles is shined to perfection. You could see your reflection in the metal, if you were close enough. He wears the same stare that have brought powerful males to their knees. You do not falter beneath those sharp, violet eyes that are normally soft with affection when he looks at you. You do not wither under his stony expression today. You do not crumble at the feeling of your lover’s tense presence at your side.

Eris’ demeanor is cold and silent, as all good knights are, but there’s a rigidity in which he stands that tells you everything you need to know about his stance on the new decree.

He is no fonder of this change than you are, but he can’t speak against his king, won’t speak against his king.

You, however, are King Dornan’s daughter, so you are free to protest this inane order.

The king raises his brow in challenge. He’s mastered the air of stoicism, something you clearly have yet to learn. The king is not moved by much, but the sight of his daughter so vehemently fighting his word has his eyes swimming with amusement and curiosity. He’s never been so close to smiling down at you. If this were a private matter, he would, but you’re in the presence of his guard and yours.  

As if he knows it will infuriate you more, he keeps the smirk tucked to himself. You are as stubborn as your mother, and you will argue his demands until your last breath, as you’ve threatened before.

You could cross your arms over your chest, stomp your foot on the ground, tear Eris’ sword from the sheath at his hip and take it to the long, purple curtains that drape the corners of the room. A tantrum fit for a kingdom. But you won’t, refuse to act out, for it won’t change a thing. Your father is a man of words, debate, and if you want something, he is more than willing to play a verbal game of chess with you.

It doesn’t mean he’ll allow you to win.

“And why is that, my darling daughter?” He asks, and your limbs lock. Beside you, Eris’ chest stills beneath his breastplate.

Your throat tightens with emotion. Stalking into your father’s throne room after hearing word of the change fuming was never the answer. Nothing is. Because your father doesn’t know of the relations you and the leader of your personal guard share. How you’ve fallen so deeply in love with the auburn-haired soldier at your side.

How could you not? He’s utterly handsome, having grown into his sharp features with age. You remember watching him when he was young, amber eyes wide as he watched senior leader’s spar. You weren’t allowed into the courtyard to watch, but you found the perfect spot to spy, and Eris’ presence drew you in immediately.

The memory of that morning arises, flickering through your mind as clear as day. The very first time he was shoved into training circle, his sword so large he could barely lift it over his shoulder. You didn’t know why they started out with real weapons instead of wooden ones, and when you asked your personal guard at the time, Keir, he explained that the males in the King’s army began their training like that, but to be in the King’s retinue was to weed out those unworthy of the position as quickly as possible. Fight to survive or succumb to cowardice.

You pondered as you watched Eris struggle. When he finally managed to lift the weapon over his shoulder on the second try, his sharp jaw was set. There was a determination in his eyes that made you swoon a little. It wouldn’t take long for him to tone those muscles, to pack on the strength to wield the sword so smoothly, like the weapon was an extension of his body.

But that day, he was nothing more than a fawn taking his first steps, trying to keep his feet beneath him.

He’d been knocked on his ass so many times, but he never complained. He only set his jaw and climbed back to his feet, again and again and again. Only once did he pause as he lied on the ground, breath cut clean from his lungs from a hilt to his side. He looked like he was contemplating what he was doing at the castle at all, eyes searching the sky for something, and as if by some innate magnetism, he found your curious gaze. And you were a goner.

It slams through the storm raging in your blood. You can’t explain yourself, can’t admit you’re in love with Eris Vanserra. Your father will take him away from you no matter what.

This is your new reality.

“I’m used to having Sir Eris by my side,” you grasp for something, anything to try and sway the king, but come up empty. “You would rather I trust a stranger?”

It’s a valiant effort, though futile.

“My beloved,” your father all but hums. Your irritation rises. He’s teasing you. Testing you. Your fingers twitch, aching to curl into fists, but you know better than that. “You haven’t even met him, yet.”

You don’t need to meet him; you want to spit. The male you want by your side is already there.

This impromptu switch continues without your permission. The light pouring through the stained-glass windows seems to waver when the door to the throne room opens. You set your jaw, refusing to face the new presence. You lift your chin and hold your father’s gaze.

Eris turns on instinct, to analyze the threat, to make sure that you’re okay.

You’re far from it.

You have no idea where this new knight is. His footsteps are nearly silent as he strides closer, but you feel him all the same. The hair at the nape of your neck rises and goosebumps prickle your skin. The skirts of your dress swish slightly when he halts on your other side.

From what you can tell, he’s tall. Taller than Eris, almost as tall as Cassian, your brothers personal guard. His presence is dark, as dark as the hair atop his head. His armor isn’t slate gray like Eris’ and the rest of the royal guard. Instead, his is onyx, as black as midnight, something that instantly makes you wonder.

You refuse to look despite your curiosity.

The knight lowers to his knee and bows his head to your father.

“Rise,” your father commands, accepting his submission.

The knight stands, swiftly and quietly. The sword at his hip doesn’t clang against cuisse like it normally would. Maybe, this is a new uniform your father’s blacksmith is testing. He tends to do that sometimes, with the king’s permission, of course.

And lucky for you, you get to be the guinea pig.

“This is Azriel.” Spiders crawl up your spine as your father motions to the male at your side. He doesn’t stand from his expensive throne; he doesn’t need to. “Your new personal guard.”

Azriel.

You don’t recognize the name, haven’t heard the handmaidens so much as whisper about him like they gossip about the other guards. He could have been in training all this time, but you stopped watching long ago. You wonder where your father has been hiding him.

You grit your teeth.

Your father called you in here to assign you a new personal guard, without explanation.

He doesn’t need to in his position of power, and that’s what bothers you the most.

No. What bothers you the most is that he’s removing Eris from your register of guards.

You don’t respond, as silent as the knights that flank your sides, so your father turns his attention to the male you’ve had secret relations with for the past year.

Eris has been assigned as the head of your personal guards for nearly three years now. He didn’t know you at all, didn’t know you’d watched him train almost every day since your gazes clashed from your spying in the window. He was focused entirely on his training, and you like to think that he didn’t look back up to your hiding spot in fear he’d be caught and relieved of his duties before he could even begin.

You never crossed paths at parties in the castle like you always hoped you would, never saw him around your brother or father or mother. You know he trained hard, that it paid off well, even got him a spot in the royal guard, and when he was first assigned to your retinue, as he took his rightful place by your side, your breath escaped you.

It had taken a long time to get him to crack. To get him to open up. At first, Eris was on the night shift. You didn’t see him before you went to sleep, and he was gone before you were bathed and pampered enough to leave your rooms. You’d lie awake at night, wondering what he was doing out there, what he was thinking about, if you plagued his mind like he did yours.

You began to make excuses, just to see him. Like you couldn’t sleep and wanted to watch the moon or snag something from the kitchens or forgot your book in the library. He’d amuse your midnight whims, and somewhere along the way, he even began to answer the questions you’d pester him with.

And your relationship blossomed into something beautiful and breathtaking.

Eventually, Eris was promoted to daytime guard, and then head personal guard, where he rightfully belongs.

And now you don’t know what’s going to happen to him.

Your heart pounds painfully, knocking into your ribs. Words aren’t forming, congealing into a ball of emotion that lodges in your throat. Your nose stings, but you refuse to reveal how upset you are by this.

Reveal more of how upset you are, you mean.

The king nods once, a sharp jerk of his chin, like he’s satisfied with the way you look beside your new personal guard. Like he’s made the best decision for you.

“Sir Eris,” your father addresses. Your lover is already standing at attention, but as his name rolls off the king’s tongue, he somehow straightens further, tilts his chin back just slightly, like he’s offering his throat to be slit at any moment.

“Your Majesty,” Eris responds cordially. You know he can’t let his feelings show, but his façade makes you bristle, nonetheless.

“You will be in Prince Rhysand’s guard. Second in line,” your father says. Eris bows in acceptance, but your heart falls to your feet.

Second in line? Eris has proved himself to be a lead guard, not second in line.

Your mind swims with confusion, heart thudding painfully in your chest.

You wish, above all, that your mother was here. She is the only one who can make your father see reason. But she is well on her way to the next village over, insistent that she shop the market for the best handmade decorations for the upcoming Starfall celebration.

A part of you is relieved with this declaration, though. He’s being moved to your brother’s guard, which means he’ll still be around the castle. You’ll even see him around, and maybe, just maybe, you can sneak a moment or two with him…if you confess your secret relationship to Rhysand.

You don’t hide your cringe well.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You are relieved. Report to Cassian immediately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” is all Eris can say. He kneels.

It’s difficult not to let your emotion slip through the fissures in your face when Eris spins on his heel and departs from you. Each step further pries the crack in your heart more and more. You allow your lip to tremble minutely, your father’s gaze appraising the knight on your other side. The one that has been so silent and unmoving, you nearly forgot he was there at all.

The king’s violet eyes gleam, like this decision is the best he’s made in all his time spent ruling this kingdom. The look makes your stomach roil. You want desperately to run after Eris, throw yourself into the comfort of his arms and never let him go.

You feel empty when the thick, heavy door slams shut behind him.

It feels final. It feels real.

You swallow harshly, frozen to the spot. At the very least, you’d like to retreat to your bed chambers to rot in your loss alone, but you have yet to be dismissed.

Something flickers through your father’s gaze as he stares at the new head of your personal guard, but it’s gone too quickly for you to make out.

You chance a peek at the knight. If everyone in the room is going to stare, including your father’s four guards, you may as well look too. Azriel, your mind reminds you.

Your ribs constrict, trapping the air in your lungs. He towers over you, spine straight, broad shoulders level with confidence. His jaw is as cutting as the blade sheathed at his hip. The tan skin of his face is smooth, as if not once has the tip of a sword nicked his skin.

Thick, dark lashes curl away from striking hazel eyes. He isn’t even looking at you, and just from the side of his face, you can tell he’s devastatingly handsome. A sharp, straight nose leads down to perfectly shaped, perfectly pink lips.

You catch your gaze lingering for a microsecond too long and you rip your eyes away.

Your father stares at you knowingly, and your temper is about to boil over.

“Anything else, Your Majesty?” You grit. Normally, you’d wait until your father spoke first, but you’ll take the punishment of speaking out of turn instead of submitting to his dancing eyes and amused demeanor.

“Yes,” he says. “I was going to wait for your mother to return before mentioning anything, but she is incredibly busy with the preparations for Starfall.” He says it like he’d rather always have her by his side instead of prancing around nearby villages. But that’s the kind of female she’s always been, connected to her people. You’d be right there with her, if not for finishing up your studies…and this.

Spit it out, you want to yell. You’re suddenly exhausted from all of this, and you don’t know when you’ll be able to see Eris again.

“At the ball, there will be suitors for you,” he says, and your vision narrows to pinpoints. Your heart quickens its pace, and the urge to flee grows exponentially. You don’t want to hear this, you’ve been broken enough for the night.

Still, your father continues. “You will converse with them, learn about them, dance with them, and by the end of the night, you will choose one to become your husband.”

The throne room falls from beneath your feet.

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[azsazz]

Soooo just asking have you ever wondered or thinked with all the six kids and adding maybe like a pet specifically a big dog.Personally I think that it would be a lil chaotic but then everyone will get used to it,maybe in the future if you would like of course.

(I absolutely adore your writing)

Hi!

I actually have 2 drabbles about Zuzu getting a cat but it loves Az most, and one cat never stays one cat lol

Hot take I’m not really a pet person so I probably wouldn’t add a conventional pet to their family dynamic (like cat/dog) but if I did add a pet otd prob be some sort of exotic creature haha

[azsazz]

i’ve always loved your acotar family tree so i just wanted to ask if you could write some kind of story (maybe w smut) for one of the kids - either Knox / Nyx? i just wanted to ask no pressure lol

-💙

Thank you so much!

As of right now, I probably won’t write smut for the kiddos at all, but never say never!