Your bedtime routine with him is my absolute fav thing to think about. Like yeah, once you guys start getting ready for dinner, there is no more work allowed for either of you. Between dinner and sleep is your quality time spent together. You do have helpers around the house to cook dinner for you both, but Rhys absolutely refuses to let them work late into the night, sending them home after 4pm with some of the leftovers they made you for lunch.

You and the High Lord start your evenings by cooking dinner together. It is usually with in mutual silence and music from the streets of Velaris in the background that Rhys uses his powers to allow it to float into your home. It is comfortable, and calm. A time for both of you to decompress together.

Besides your usual weekly dinners with the rest of the inner circle, your dinners are a lovely and quiet affair. Softness in his voice as he asks you about your day and tells you about the next trip he needs to take. The table you both use is set out on the balcony, intimate and seated closely together, where the night breeze weaves through your hair and stars above twinkle and glisten at the murmurs of their Lord. Your legs twine with his, and you cap dinner off with a steaming cup of chamomile tea with a dash of honey.

After a bath that is more to help both of you relax your tensed muscles than it is to wash yourselves, you find yourself seeking his warmth and comfort in bed, snuggled up in his arms while he runs his fingers through your hair and down your spine. Some nights, you take the time to read your book, back pressed up against his chest while he busies himself with massaging your shoulders. Other nights, you're tangled in your bedsheets, making love in a universe that is entirely your own. And most nights, you find yourselves passed out in each others arms, finding each other in your dreams.

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Most readers point out Lucien's rakish charm and personality from book one as the reason they love him, but honestly his resilience even when he's gone through hell is so important to me.

He grew up on an abusive household, had to watch his girlfriend be killed by his brothers, left his court, had his eye plucked out by Amarantha, was used during Feyre's trials on UTM, watched her be tortured and killed, witnessed his best friend lose himself and become controlling in the aftermath of UTM, was SAd by Ianthe, left the second court he considered home. In the NC he is treated mostly as an asset, another pawn to be used, and even when he seems to cling to the hope that Feyre still has his best interest in mind, she stopped being his friend a long time ago.

Other characters would've turned into villains for way less, but even when left with nothing but the clothes on his back, with little to no time to process everything that happened, he refuses to give up.

As of the end of SF, his only support system seems to be Jurian and Vassa.

His mate cannot stand being in the same room as him but haven't refused the bond. His relationship with LoA and Eris seem too complex and remain mostly a mystery to us readers, and it would require a ton of effort from both parties to salvage whatever is left of his friendship with Tamlin.

I just want him to be happy and appreciated at least once.

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Yada yada something something ex-bf!Lucien except you’re both still in love with each other and he brings you flowers he’s picked from the fire Lilly fields in Autumn Court every other weekend and still brings you coffee with a chocolate Crossiant on Monday mornings bc he knows that’s your busiest day of the week and still pecks your cheek and murmurs “good job pretty girl” when you finish a crossword puzzle (some of ur answers r wrong but he would never tell u that bc ur so happy to have even finished it) and still pushes your back against your apartment door so he can give you some heated kisses just cuz he wants to hear your sexy little moans.

Everyone is confused bc yeah that’s your ex but he is YOUR ex.

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Yada yada something something girl dad!Eris treats his two favorite baby girls (Marwa and Twila ofc) to a Valentine’s Day picnic, where he lets them dress up in their fanciest pink dresses and tiaras “cuz is a date papa an you’re suppose to dwess up on dates, right papa? Like mama do for you?” And he feeds them chocolate covered strawberries and makes friendship bracelets with them to take back to Mama 💕💕💕

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Yada yada something something stalker!Azriel

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Yada yada something something childhood friends!Rhys who you spend decades, centuries -really- pining after and finally when you decide it’s time to move on with the Dawn Court delegate who has been trying to woo you, Rhys is ready to rip his mind to shreds and declare war on Dawn because you are his.

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Yada yada something something enemy!Azriel clenching his pretty fist around truthteller, knuckles turning white, bc all he wants to do is throw you over his shoulder and have his way with you.

Yada yada something something you smirking as you eye his tensed figure bc you know you’re bothering him in some type of way.

~~Just not the way you expect~~

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Anonymous asked:

As a chubby girl who has always had a PHAT ass…. Can you imagine the first time Cassian sees his big booty boo thing in like fighting leathers 👀

I have said this once, and I will say it a million times: Cassian is an ASS male.

The first thing that drew you to him was your beautiful siren eyes. The way they looked him up and down, beckoning him to you at Rita's on the fateful night you met had him hooked.

But your body, luscious and full and soft and curvy, is what reeled him in. The way that slinky candy apple red dress hugged your body while you danced was enough to have him nearly c*mming in his leather pants.

You spent the entire night, body pressed against the mountain of a male he is, dancing and grinding against the poor general. He was nearly drooling as he followed you out of the bar back towards your apartment, hands stuck to your swaying hips and eyes fixed on your ass.

He wasn't expecting to get back to your apartment only to have you close the door on him, playfully calling through the door to return tomorrow when he was sober so he could take you on a proper date. But mother above, did he go back to the House of Wind, spending the rest of the night fisting his throbbing cock while thinking of you and your enchanting body.

The next morning, he showed up at your door, flowers in hand and committed to spending the rest of his life wooing you, making you feel adored and loved, and treating you like a princess.

The first time the general sees you in fighting leathers is just any other day in your mind. Cassian has been insistent you start to train, he is your protector and would never let anything happen to you, but he will die on the hill that you need to be able to protect yourself should anything happen to him. ~~even tho he already has told Az that you would become his responsibility in that scenario.~~

He has had these leathers specially designed for you with magic embedded in the bindings. The magic is protective of you, conforms to your shape and prevents even the strongest of steel from penetrating. It also helps with temperature regulation, setting you up for protection against the worst of climates. It even carries some minor healing powers, strengthening your body and muscles throughout battle instead of exhausting yourself. The magic is there to help you survive the worst of fates.

But it also conforms to your shape. And shows off every single curve you have. And hugs your thick ass that Cass loves to spank and your plush thighs he loves to bite and squeeze and fuck.

So, not much training happens the first time the General of the Night Court sees you in fighting leathers. The male is too busy taking them off of you and fucking you, face down ass up, right on the training grounds.

That's okay though, there is always tomorrow isn't there? ;)

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I recently found your profile and I'm obsessed

Awwww omg thank you so much!! I haven’t been doing much writing like I used to but I crave getting back into it. The first step is hard bc I can tell the difference in my writing from before and now, it’s like a muscle that has been withering away and is not as strong. But I always have ideas so I gotta just get back into it. Thank you for sticking around to see ❤️

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Oh Az, the slut you are

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Anonymous asked:

Can you please write cute fluff headcanons of the acotar men ( whichever you want to write about) pampering their fem s/o with a massage because they see her tense with stress? Please and thank you .

Pleaseeee, the Bat Boys and Vanserra Bro's know how to treat their girls, especially when they are stressy spaghetti!!

I kind of want to split this up into a mini series, so I will do Rhys first. Let me know who y'all want second in the comments!

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okay first off, why are you even stressed? This male does his very best to make sure his darling is never worried about anything.
But its okay, sometimes your emotions get the better of you. Not your fault darling, you're just his sweet girl who likes to worry your pretty head about things like how emotionally constipated Az is, or how Cassian is working overtime with his training after throwing out his back ~~(embarrassing for the old ass male)~~, and how Morr is being too secretive these past few months and something is definitely going on with her. Rhys thinks it is so adorable how you worry about the members of the inner circle, how you take care of them in the ways that they need.
He loves watching you pitter patter around the apothecary, trying to gather materials to create a balm for Cass' back. And he can't help but muse over you fussing over Azriel, forcing him into the settee in your office and having yourselves a little therapy session (he knows he will hear the tea about it later when you both go to bed, and he cannot wait). He does moan and groan when you plan for a girls night out with Amren and Morr, he wants to have some alone time with his mate, but you settle into his lap and pepper kisses all over his face and neck putting him into a lovesick daze before rushing off with a promise of what is to come when you arrive home from your night.
Anyway, you do sometimes get overwhelmed, you care so much. You worry about Rhysand, you worry about the inner circle, and more, you worry about Velaris and the entire night court. Being the first high lady of the Night Court has designed a load of pressure on you to be perfect at all times, to always say and do the right thing. And Rhys, well he grew up with that pressure. He knew this was going to happen to him, but he cannot imagine the stress you give yourself. Again, you care so deeply, and that is one of the things that made Rhys fall for you, so much so, he physically aches when you aren't around.
You always try to hide when you feel overwhelmed, too embarrassed and ashamed to admit it. Part of you doesn't want to bother the high lord, knowing he, himself, is incredibly busy putting out fires on a daily basis, and handling it with such grace. It is almost annoying how effortless Rhys rules. But Rhys knows. He knows you, and he knows your heart and soul. You don't have to tell him you are feeling overwhelmed.
He can feel it, he can see it. He notices everything about you. He clocks the crinkle of concern between your eyebrows, the way your hands shake ever so slightly as you read through and sign the most tedious and boring paperwork, the way you twist and turn the custom wedding ring on your finger, the way you shake your right leg as it rests across your other leg and how you pause it when you finally become aware you are doing it, only to start again. You are teeming with anxiety, and he will do everything in his power to get you to relax. He can't have his beautiful wife worried like this, oh no, not at all. You are too good, too pure, too precious to him to ever allow such a thing.
After deciding he has seen enough of his pretty girl worrying, he swoops you up, out of your chair and into his arms, right where you belong, carrying you just like he did on your wedding night, his stunning bride. He ignores your protests with a firm shake of his head, and kissing the side of your head with a small hum, tightening his grip on your squirming thighs and right at the edge of your breast, carrying you out of your office and into your shared bath. Halfway to the bathroom, you gave up your fussing and settled into his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head into his warm chest. He sets you down gently onto the counter, and traces his hands up your sides and settling onto your jaw, softly kissing every part of your face he can reach, focusing his attention on your rounded cheeks, pouted lips, fluttering eyes and your temple instead of answering your questions on what you are doing in your bathroom when you each have mountains of paperwork lining your desks that need to be completed before the winter solstice next week. "Darling, I don't mean to hush you, but hush. You, my mesmerizing mate, are too stressed out for your own good. I don't want you to worry about a single thing, and I will take care of it."
You immediately go into full denial mode, rambling with a quivering lip, "I can handle it Rhys, I am High Lady, and this is my duty, and I know what I am doing." Your husbands violet eyes twinkle as they normally do when they are focused in on you, and he listens on as you bubble out excuses and far fetched tales describing how you "really aren't stressed" and have "no idea what he is talking about," all the while rubbing at your tense shoulders and kissing the side of your mouth until he finally hushes you again. "S'alright baby, I know. I know you can handle it and that you know what you are doing. But if I am being honest, sometimes I get overwhelmed. And I just need you, I need you to be close to me. So will you please take this bath with me doll? I will even feed you chocolate covered strawberries and give you a massage with that lavander oil you love so much after."
The pecks to the side of your mouth were enough to convince you to stay with your mate, and follow through on his plans for a relaxing evening, but you didn't need to tell him that. The chocolate covered strawberries and full body massage are just an added bonus. The quirk of your lips is enough for your mate to vanish both your clothes and place you into the warm bath in front of him, holding your back close to his chest. He washes your hair, even letting the conditioner sit in while he presses his fingers into the tight knots in between your shoulder blades. After washing each other off, you both find yourselves snuggling in your bed designed for his large illyrian wings. You lay your head against his corded chest, giving into the deep sleep that calls you as he holds you pressed up against him.

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