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throneofsapphics · 3 months

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I've been thinking about poly!nessian & I have so many things stuck in my brain so here we go! just a few headcannons/scenarios

warnings: implied sexual content - nothing explicit, nightmares

Nesta having a nightmare

You brush the hair from her face, fingers running carefully through the sweat-soaked strands, Cassian quietly slips out to get a glass of water, careful to close the door quietly. "It's alright," you murmur, focusing on gentle, soothing, and steady motions "you're not alone nes." Shuddering breaths, before she sits up, taking the glass from him. Shuffling, you slide behind her, peppering kisses on her shoulders, Cassian's arm stretches over both of you, tugging his two girls in close.

"Running" the stairs with nesta

You get to the bottom, and convince her to carry you on her back the way up. For training, of course. Deciding to add an extra challenge, one to test her concentration, can reach around tease her, hand brushing around the curve of her breast, until she snaps, "keep it up and you'll be carrying me." You behave after that

Cassian does something to piss nesta off, except he can't figure out what it is. After 24 hours, he finally comes to you.

"Put me out of my misery," he groans, collapsing next to you on the couch. "I don't know what you're talking about," you press your lips into a tight line, fighting back a smile. He give you a 'cut the bullshit' look, and you sigh, "have you asked her?" "Three times. She told me I should know by now." He gives you what could only be described as puppy dog eyes, and you stifle a laugh "If I tell you, she'll know. Then she'll be mad at both of us." Cassian asks the house - an icy wind whipping both of you in the face, a remprimand. "It always takes her side," he grumbled. Glancing at the clock, Nesta would still be out for several hours, training with the Valkyries. "Come on," you grab his hand, tugging him to his feet, heading towards the balcony. "I have an idea for an apology."

Nesta coming home to her apology

Cassian's nearly brimming with anxious but hopeful energy, glancing at her with pleading eyes. Next to him, you're hiding a smile, she cocks her head, narrowing her eyes at you. Wordlessly, you grab her hand and tug her towards the dining room, Cassian following behind. There, a basket on the table - with an early copy of Sellyn Drake's novel, not set to be released for another week, various chocolates and pastries, and a few pretty flowers from the areas surrounding Velaris. She knows whose idea it was, but also saw each of your touches. You must've pulled several strings to get that book, she recognized the flowers - ones Cassian had taken one time, fiddled with her braid until they were woven inside. She takes the basket, "don't interrupt me this time," she warns Cassian. His mouth lips part, half in surprise, half in disbelief. You 'shush' him. Nesta's teeth dig into her bottom lip, and she tucks the basket under one arm, striding up towards him. Cupping his face with her spare hand, she presses a quick kiss to his lips, darting out of his way before he can deepen it.

You working a late night

Alone in the shop, you try to focus on your work, but the prospect of getting home to Nesta and Cassian proves distracting, as always. "Almost done," you mutter under your breath, filling out the dreaded paperwork. Three more sheets, and you'll be free. "With what?" You squeal, pen clattering across the counter. Cassian catches it before it hits the floor, but ink's already splattered on the marble counter. "Damn it," you huff. Maybe the ink will add character. Before you can grab the cloth to wipe it, Cassian's already there, pressing a kiss to your cheek, sliding around you, hand brushing along your lower back. "Thought we'd keep you company." Nesta's leaning across from you, one elbow propped on the counter. "Please tell me you brought snacks," you plead - an edge of desperation in your tone. Your stomach has been growling for the last hour. Her hand rises, a bar of chocolate balances between two fingers. She slides it across to you, fingers brushing against yours. "Here, love." "Fuck, you're perfect," you moan, teeth snapping a large piece, letting it melt on your tongue. The scent Cassian and Nesta's arousal fills the room. "I have work to do," you remind them. "Don't stink up the place." With Cassian hugging you from behind, it takes a bit longer than usual to finish up.

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sapphicmsmarvel · 3 months

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acotar characters loving a plus size reader

NSFW bc of descriptors. But like, actual smut? Nah. also body worship vibes but again, not Explicit.

Azriel: if he could spend eternity between your thick thighs, it would never be enough. Whether that be his head, hand, shadows, dick, anything. He lives for it. He loves you in any clothes (especially his) but seeing you in a cute little sundress while he stuffs his cock into your cunt? Heaven on earth for this man.

Cassian: this man loves your hips oh my. He loves when you wear his shirts and your plush hips just peek out from the shirt. It’s a tantalizing mystery that he has to solve every time. Aka, whenever he sees it, he will eat you out. Either against the wall or in bed, always private because he refuses to let anyone else see you the way he does.

Rhysand: this man loves your arms. yall know that one jessica chastain and oscar isaac clip? Rhys always does that to you! He purposefully buys you dresses that will show them off! When you made your mating/wedding bargain with him, he made sure the tattoo did not cover your beautiful skin there. He loves holding your arms above your head while he pounds your body into the mattress.

Feyre: sit. on. her. face. She’s so in love with your size! Your thighs? She could die perfectly happy! Your tummy? Oh my Gods, the most beautiful sight to her is when she’s eating you out and can see those thighs quivering and stomach trying to catch a breath. She loves you in any type of clothes, but seeing you wear a dress? She’s floored every time.

Morrigan: your stretch marks are everything to her. She loves kissing them and tracing them with her tongue. She loves when you wear a netted or mesh fabric that shows them off a little bit. Whenever you wear revealing clothes that show them, she always has a hand on them, tracing them delicately with her fingers just imagining the sounds you were going to make that night while she fucked you.

Amren: She would never, in a million years, say it to your face; but she loves your cheeks. Both your ass and face. She loves how squishy and red your cheeks get when she fucks you (again, both of them). She loves the cellulite, the stretch marks. You look like a statue from her time. You’re her home.

Nesta: Her and Cassian have a type, it’s the hips. She loves when you wear a skin tight cotton dress. She can see the outline of your perfect body, the fabric hugging every curve that she is dying to sink her teeth into. She does bite in bed, but she can’t help it. How dare you look so fucking hot that she can’t contain herself?

Elain: elain isn’t one for vulgarity, but my gods your tits. She constantly has to catch herself from just face planting into them because she loves it there. A lot of times if you’re sitting at a counter or standing in a mirror, she’ll just walk up behind you and cup your boobs in her hands and just squeeze. She cannot help it.

Lucien: he is an Ass man. He likes having something to grip. He loves watching your skin recoil at the force of his thrusts. You’re just so hot it makes him breathless sometimes.

Eris: Like Morrigan, nothing, on this earth, makes him weaker than your stretch marks. Every time you have sex he is kissing and tracing, sometimes licking them. He can’t help himself. They’re just so pretty.

Tarquin: if you ever wanna put this man into cardiac arrest, wear a bikini. Or frankly, don’t wear anything. He will not complain. He’s not really a Territorial Guy, just a smug bastard that smirks and touches you when he knows people want what’s his. If you’re in your bedroom wearing just a robe he will 100% just walk by and untie it just so you don’t have anything on.

#acotar x reader #acotar headcannons #feyre archeron x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #nesta x reader #elain x reader #tarquin x reader #eris x reader #morrigan x reader #amren x reader #lucien x reader

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annawrites444 · 5 months

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Bat Boys Relationship Headcanons

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Azriel

he is definitely the type of guy to memorize the smallest details in your everyday life and take note of things you might only mention once.

OH NO! You're having a rough day at work?-he will drop off your favorite food or drink to give you a little boost during a hard shift or meeting.

If you have a bad day, Azriel will make you your favorite foods for dinner as he comforts you in his arms.

When you go on your nightly strolls down the lamplit streets of Velaris, you might mention a book series you were currently reading or talk about wanting to try a certain pastry from your favorite bakery that just came out with new flavors. Azriel being the ever kind partner he is, will not only get you the next book in your series but buy you a whole box of pastries from that bakery you both love, including the new flavors you wanted to try.

All in all, Azriel loves to show his love and dedication to you in the small things :)

Cassian

Cassian strikes me as more of an impulsive male. While we know he is very strategic and careful, he does love to have his share of fun with his family and especially with you.

You might be expecting a romantic candle lit dinner from the High Lord's general, but NO not Cassian. He would 100% grab his date and burst up into flight (with your consent of course) to show you the views of Velaris the City of Stars. You would go soaring in his arms, catching the golden beams of the lingering sunset and watching as the city below you drown in the remaining colors of gold before melting into the many colors of dusk.

Cassian might end this impromptu flight by landing you on a nearby terrace and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how much you mean to him, how much more you mean than all the stars you'd see in the darkening night sky.

Cassian is just as much the romantic as any of the other bat boys, but I see him opting for more activity based dates, and wanting to try something new with his partner.

Rhysand

Ahhh the most handsome highlord himself- Rhysand.

Now compared to the other two Rhysand to me is more vocal about his partners and is the type to brag on you quite a lot. (Out of love though <3)

"Oh YOUR partner is an excellent fighter?? Well MY partner is able to take down a hoard of men with just a few hits..."

Besides the proud bragging about his partner Rhysand really is loving, he will always be there for you with a shoulder to cry on if needed, listening to any rant or issue you may have weighing heavily on your mind.

He gives me the vibe that he loves to hear about any Tea or Drama going on in your life -"and then she got exposed for cheating." and then Rhysand would go- "OH N0O SHE DIDNT???!!!"

He would definiteley listen to everything you might want to ever say, should you be interrupted by anyone he would 100% stop the conversation and make everyone shut up and listen to you speak. "Excuse you, I don't believe y/n was ever done talking?? Continue darling".

All of this said, the three of them try their hardest to show their love to you in different ways, each one making you feel more loved and special. <3

#acotar x reader #acotar #batboys #cassian #rhysand #azriel #headcannons #fluff #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader

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maryberry · 6 months

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Nessian Headcanon

So in acosf Cassian talks about how physical touch is so important to him now because he didn't get any as a child. And I just have this thought that Nesta picks up on this and makes sure she touches him whenever possible. Hand on his thigh under the dinner table, leg pressed against his next to eachother on the couch, hand running through his hair with his head on her stomach while she reads. The rest of the inner circle notice it and are always so surprised to see Nesta be so gentle with him physically when she can sometimes be so harsh with her words.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #sjmass #acosf headcannon #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #nessian

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simmanin · 3 days

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Cassian to Nesta (canonically): What? You think I wanna be shackled to you?!?

meanwhile, Eris to Nesta (probably): I always did enjoy playing around with cuffs 😏

#pro neris #pro nesta archeron #pro eris vanserra #cassian critical #nessian critical #acotar headcanon #acotar fic #anti cassian #anti nessian #acosf #acosf headcannon

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d10nsaint · 2 years

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

&."𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘" ... －𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵..

>Being Regis' wife. endless days with jubel, and endless nights with regis.

>Tea parties with baby Jubel.

>Wearing matching dresses with Jubel everywhere you go; from parties,to events, and even competitions.Its more like your married to Jubel than regis.

>Reading in the Libary and getting a back hug from regis.Big, warm hands wrapping around your waist, his big body leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

>Dancing with duke floyen at parties,stealing the stage.

>Reading books with Jubel to help her sleep.Her tiny hands hugging your body, seeking warmth in the cold night.

>Being trapped Laying down with regis in bed.

>Going on outings with Regis and Jubel, who are willing to buy you anything that you look at.

>Having long kisses with regis while dancing.

>Meeting Max when he was a child as the dukes wife, and being the only one who tries to comfort him.

>Meeting max again..but when he is the boyfriend of your beloved daughter, Jubel.

>Stopping regis from killing max tbh

>Helping regis with paperwork in his office, but he cant even take his eyes away from your lips as you talk to him about how he is spending too much money <3

>Regis buying a store because you like 3 things from that shop.

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itsthedoodle · 9 months

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Luckiest Male Alive

Summary: After the birth of his daughter, Cassian reminisces over the lucky moments in his life.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: none

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@cassianappreciationweek

Day Two: Gentle

Cassian could count his lucky moments on one hand.

His father had raped his mother, so his start in life had been less than ideal. Ripped away from her at a young age, he’d had to fend for himself—survival of the fittest was the life for bastards in the Illyrian camps, kill or be killed. So Cassian had taken care of earning the clothes on his back, making sure people knew he was not to be messed with, and then he had met his brothers. That was the first time he considered himself lucky.

They’d conquered Ramiel together, dropped on opposite sides of it with no powers or weapons to aid them other than what they made for themselves on the go. Still, they’d found each other, and they’d mastered the sacred peak at the same time, inseparable and invincible together.

They’d been sent to war, separated from each other because their high lord feared their combined powers. During the seven years the war lasted, Cassian had dreaded every casualties list, fearing he would read their names. Every time he hadn’t, and when the war had ended and they’d all made it out alive, he had considered himself lucky again.

He’d been aware that things didn’t come easy to bastards like him, so he had worked hard for every single thing he had achieved, partly because he had drive, but also because he’d always held out hope he’d one day be accepted by the Illyrians, seen as more than just a bastard. He’d expected resistance when Rhys made him general, and while he’d found none, he knew better than to read into it. Acceptance was not something he had, but Illyrians respected genuine power and strength, and that was something no one could deny he had.

Still, Cassian had always been a bastard, and he’d owned it so no one could use it against him. But it had always bothered him, the festering root of all his insecurities, which he hid so well behind a veil of sarcasm and playfulness that only those he let get close knew what truly lay in his heart.

He had fought against the love he had for his brother when Rhys had been trapped under the mountain, and had nearly lost it by the end of the longest fifty years of his life, when Feyre had freed Rhys and the rest of Prythian. When Rhys had come back, Cassian had considered himself lucky for the single fact that his brother had come back alive. He had quickly learned that Rhys had returned half broken, had hidden it behind the same façade Cassian himself had used his whole life, and had gotten back to work as if nothing had happened. So Cassian hadn’t forced him to talk about it and had stood on the sidelines as Feyre slowly brought Rhys back to life.

Feyre was another person Cassian considered himself lucky to know, not just because what meeting her represented for him personally, but because he saw himself in her. Forced to fend for herself at a young age, Feyre had known desperation and hunger, just like he had. They had become fast friends, and she was someone he could talk freely to, more so than the rest of his family, simply because she knew. He considered himself lucky to know her, not just because of what she meant to his brother, or the fact that she was his High Lady, but because through Feyre, he had met the one person that had made him feel beyond lucky.

Nesta had been another less than stellar start. She had been volatile and angry, with words able to cut deeper than a knife, and more often than not he had been on the receiving end of that viciousness. He’d taken one look at her, however, and had fallen in love. He'd suspected she was his mate from the beginning, but Nesta hadn’t been ready for the truth so he had kept his suspicions to himself. He had known from the start that winning her over would be a hard, long battle, one he’d been more than willing to fight. He’d known she wouldn’t make it easy for him but he’d fought, and when it had looked like she was finally warming up to him, when he’d been on the verge of death, he had poured his heart out to her on the battlefield.

Everything after that had been a giant mess, a dark tunnel with no end in sight. Watching her waste away day by day, refuse help, and throw herself in the path of destruction had been the hardest thing to witness. He’d forced himself to keep out of it until he had no longer been able to, and when she’d finally been ready, Nesta had gotten back up all on her own.

It hadn’t been thanks to her friends, though they’d helped. It certainly hadn’t been thanks to his family, he could admit that. It hadn’t been because of him either, though he’d have handed the universe over on a silver platter to help her. Nesta’s road to self discovery had been because of her, her hard work, and relentless drive. That, he knew, they shared.

It was her whisper that brought him out of his thoughts, her voice so soft and loving he could feel his heart expanding in his chest. He looked at her, as beautiful as the day he had met her, as confident and resilient, if not more.

“I can take over, you know that, don’t you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, trying to keep a straight face lest she thought he was joking. He could see the exhaustion on her face, but he could also see the Archeron stubbornness, the unwillingness to ask for help.

“I know,” she said, giving him the kind of soft smile she reserved just for him. “I’m just, you know… scared somehow. Like-” she gestured vaguely with one hand.

“Like you’ll blink and she’ll disappear into thin air?”

“Yeah. Exactly like that.”

Cassian took a seat on the bed next to her and she carefully inched closer. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and she positioned herself so that her back was resting against his side.

“Can you believe we made her?”

No, Cassian almost said. I can’t believe we did.

After they’d been mated in a ceremony which, thanks to a very grateful Rhys, had been extremely lavish, Cassian and Nesta had thrown themselves into reviving the Valkyries. They had, together with Gwyn, Emerie, and Az, trained new recruits, mostly made up of priestesses that had braved the outside world again and any Illyrian females that had wanted to join. That had been another thing for which Cassian felt particularly lucky.

Devlon and the rest of the Illyrians had been forced, albeit begrudgingly, to accept the fact that females were just as good (if not better, in Cassian’s completely unbiased opinion) at fighting as males were. Rhys liked to tease Nesta that she had worked her “witch magic”, and the Illyrians hadn’t had any choice but to accept if they didn’t want to run the risk of her being hexed. The Illyrian females had laughed themselves hoarse when they’d realized she was no witch and had no magic, and had made sure to keep it to themselves. Thus, Nesta had become the most feared female to an entire camp of Illyrians.

Azriel had cracked a big smile at that.

They had both put in a lot of hard work, and after a few years they’d had a solid Valkyrie unit. The day they’d reached one hundred of them, Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie had all cried tears of joy, and Cassian had been so proud.

A few months after that, lying in bed sweaty and spent, Nesta had told him she was ready. He had understood right away what she meant, and they’d eagerly gotten to work.

Now, half-sitting in bed, Nesta curled up against him, Cassian looked down at their infant daughter. Aoife had been alive for exactly one week and there wasn’t a single soul she didn’t already have wrapped around her tiny finger. Elain and Feyre had lost it, squealing in delight when they learned Nesta was having a girl, Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, and Rhys had cried, Amren had cracked a smile, and Az had clapped his back, telling him he couldn’t imagine Cassian as a father to anything but a daughter.

Cassian himself had simply never thought he’d be here, with a mate and a daughter, had never considered himself good enough for it. He’d been a nervous wreck the entire pregnancy, hiding it from Nesta as well as he could. Madja had told them the baby had wings and, while it wouldn’t have mattered to him if she hadn’t, he had still felt an indescribable amount of joy at learning their daughter would get to experience the freedom of flight.

The moment Aoife was born had been one he would never forget in a million lifetimes. His heart felt like it resided in both his own body and the small infant in her mother’s arms, his entire being attuned to her breathing and heartbeat. He had cried from the sheer force of love that filled his heart, and he had thanked the Mother for the blessing.

He snapped out of his thoughts again and found Nesta looking up at him. “You’re thinking too hard.”

Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he smiled. “Sorry. I still haven’t wrapped my head around it to be honest.”

Nesta was looking at him in that way of hers that left him feeling utterly naked and exposed, that brought all his walls crashing down. It was too soon to tell, but he prayed day and night that their daughter had Nesta’s eyes.

“I’m suddenly feeling very tired,” she said. He eagerly took over, Nesta transferring Aoife to his waiting arms. “Can you wake me up in an hour so I can feed her?”

He was glad for all the practice he had gotten holding Nyx. The old him would have pissed himself at the thought of holding a baby. The new, fun uncle version of him had thanked Rhys and Feyre for letting him use their son as a test subject.

That had earned him a glare from Feyre.

He nodded, waiting until Nesta was fully lying in bed. “Rest,” he said, pulling the covers over her, and dropping a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll be fine.”

Closing the door behind him, he headed to Aoife’s bedroom, the House turning the lights on and preparing her a bath. He mentally calculated the time since her last feeding, muttered a sorry to the House for doubting it and, deeming it safe, he washed his daughter, changed her into a fresh set of clothes, then sat on the reclining chair with her in his arms.

She was so small and vulnerable, yet so quiet in his arms, as if she felt safe.

Lord of Bloodshed. He snorted. More like Lord of Diapers these days. He wasn’t remotely bothered by it, however. This was the happiest he’d ever been.

“You know, I hope you’ll end up taking after your mother. She’s beautiful, and perfect, and loves fiercely. She’s brave, and she is strong, and she really won’t take anyone’s shit.”

The lights flickered, the House scolding him for using that language in front of the baby.

“Lighten up, she doesn’t understand,” he said, and the lights flickered again.

Aoife yawned and he nearly melted at the sight of it. “I can’t wait to teach you how to fly. You’re going to love it. There’s just something about the freedom of it that makes you feel invincible, like there is nothing you couldn’t do. When you’re old enough, you can join the Valkyries, if you want to. Or you can go into politics. Or you can paint, like Feyre, or grow beautiful gardens like Elain. You could end up loving dancing like your mother. Or you could end up doing none of those things and doing something else, something purely you. I hope your whole life ends up being a big, beautiful dance. I’ll make sure there’s never a day where the sun doesn’t shine for you, I swear it.”

Aoife’s eyes closed softly, her breathing evening out.

“You’ll always feel loved, and appreciated, and have our support in anything you choose to do. There will never be a day I won’t tell you how much I love you, and how much you and your mother mean to me. You’ll have the freedom to be whoever you want to be, because you’re you, and you’re special, and you can do anything you set your mind to. And I’ll always hold your hand every step of the way.”

He kissed the top of her head, the hair there impossibly soft, her baby scent something he would never tire of.

Yes, he could count his lucky moments in single digits. But this, right here. This was the happiest he’d ever been.

He was the luckiest male alive.

#cassianappreciationweek2023 #cassian #with a touch of nesta #girl dad cassian #because thats by favorite headcannon #and we all know cassian was born to be a girl dad #cassian fanfic #nessian fanfic #cassian x nesta #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #post acosf #several years have passed #nesta archeron

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azrielsbxtch · 4 months

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The Totally Spies are so Valkyries coded…

So I present to you….

And some headcanons to go with them!!!🥰

The girls crying over the latest Sellyn Drake novel at their sleepover.

Nesta stole Rhysand’s credit card and they’re going shopingggg

Cassian and Azriel said something REALLY stupid

Emerie freaking out over Mor joining them for Valkyrie Training

Cassian and Azriel said something stupid….AGAIN…

Conked out at the sleepover. Of course Gwyn is holding a book…

Nesta just found the perfect sexy birthday gift for Cassian. He’ll love it hehehe (Emerie is like I did not need to see that)

Gwyn hiding from the Illyrians during the bloodrite

#gwyn acosf #gwyn acotar #gwyn berdara #azriel x gwyn #pro gwyn #house of wind gang #valkyries #the valkyries #emerie acosf #pro emerie #emerie acotar #nesta stan #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #nesta acosf #pro nesta #acosf headcannon

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oliviajdjarin · 2 years

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Azriel Shadowsinger: Test Me

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: after centuries of disappointment, you have developed impenetrable defense mechanisms, until Azriel sees right through the cracks.

Warnings: reader is self-conscious, self-loathing, and “unworthy” of love. Her family is also dead. Crying, kissing, and Azriel gets in her face. Other than that, all comfort.

A/N: I think I have become an Azriel stan account at this point. Sorry about that. I hope you all enjoy :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be much appreciated <3

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The pads of your fingertips rubbed your sleep-crusted eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time that night.

Realizing that you didn’t even know if it was night anymore, you blinked twice more and curved your spine just enough to peer out the grand window behind you. You hissed when the rising sun hit your eyes, and went back to rubbing them.

Ten hours.

You had been in this godsdamned library for ten hours.

The lengths you would go to pull another out of their mess never ceased to surprise you. Especially when it was Rhysand.

The High Lord had been a friend of yours for an unreasonable amount of years. You were financially comfortable, given your family’s copious inheritance after their passing, so you continuously offered to help Rhys out of the “goodness of your heart.”

He assumed it was pity, but he never passed on the offer.

Given how often you elected to help him, you had gotten to know his Inner Circle intimately, especially when the High Lady came along. The seven of you would share a meal as often as you could, and the laughs and stories that came out of them always kept you wanting more.

You enjoyed their company more than everything, but at the end of every night, you would return home to an empty bed. An empty house. An empty heart.

You could see how Feyre looked at Rhysand, and vice versa, and you couldn’t help but let your heart sink down into your stomach. You were beyond happy for them, but it made the left side of your bedsheets that much colder.

You could blame it on the death of your family. Or the questionable males who had fallen into your life. You could even blame it on your hectic schedule.

But you knew, deep down, it was you who pushed even the chance of a relationship away. You didn’t know if it was trust issues, or a fantasy of being completely unlovable, but you pushed them away. Every chance you got.

You rubbed your eyes some more, not wanting to fall down that stale and depressing train of thought, and reached for your third cup of warm coffee.

After picking it up, however, you realized that the cup was not only cold, but it was empty.

You exhaled through your nose, not wanting to move from your spot, when the wooden doors of the entrance suddenly creaked open ever so slightly. You waited for the footsteps to echo into the high ceilings, but you were only met with silence.

And that’s when you knew exactly who it was. You knew the unique sound of his silence, whether you liked it or not.

The blue of his leathers met your eyes first, making your eyes squint, and your lips lift into a curve.

The Shadowsinger had always managed to add a bit more life into you.

His hazel eyes met yours, and you closed your own and began massaging your temples when you saw what he was holding.

“Made this one a bit stronger,” he said, morning voice ever so present. “Figured it’d help your headaches.”

You had mentioned one time, one time, that nothing could cure a headache better than a warm cup of freshly brewed coffee, extra sugar. You didn’t know why you were so shocked he remembered, since paying attention is quite literally his job description, but he still remembered that small little detail like it wasn’t even hard.

You shook your head slightly and squeezed your eyes harder, and felt him slide into the chair next to you, as well as moving it a comfortable distance away from you. The weight of his sculpted body caused the wood to creak, and the smallest laugh left your nose.

He set the delicate mug onto the dark wood, clinking it into the other three.

The other three, also brought in by him.

He brought in the first as you were setting up your papers, saying that you’d need it for the long night ahead of you. He brought in the second around midnight, saying he was headed to bed for training early tomorrow. He brought in the third, saying it was hard for him to sleep knowing you were in here by yourself.

You elected to ignore that last part.

You opened his eyes and looked into his face, seeing shades of purple on his eyes similar to your own, and took the coffee with a click of your tongue.

You smelled it before taking a sip, and the tension in your body slowly rolled off of you.

“He fucks you over every time you do this, you know,” Azriel said, leaning back in his chair.

“I know.”

“Maybe you do pity him.”

You snorted. “I pity all three of you.” And he chuckled in response.

It was true, in a way. You knew how much they sacrificed for the safety of Velaris. Hel, you saw how much they sacrificed. Their bodies had been forged by it, and yet they still found a way to have a heart.

For as long as you’d known Rhysand, the stresses of his job had been one of the main things he talked to you about. He had always praised you on being a good listener, helping him with whatever advice you could come up with, and he never failed to thank you for it. He knew you didn’t want riches or power, so he thanked you in friendship. Family.

And that’s how you met Azriel.

From the moment your eyes met, you couldn’t shake away how similar he felt. How familiar.

Quiet, spoke when spoken to, and deathly observant.

A listener at heart, and willing to rip his own heart out of it meant that the ones belonging to the people he loved would beat.

You liked him. A lot. Not that you would ever admit that.

It took some time, but you slowly began to succumb to the draw you felt towards him. You would say something witty at a dinner, he would smile, and vice versa. You would elect to sit next to each other, rather than on opposite ends. You would give each other looks, knowing you were thinking about the same thing.

After a few nights of sharing stories about your childhood, he opened up more and more about his own stresses, and you saw a side of the Night Court’s Spymaster you never thought you would.

He was just as scared as everyone else.

You listened to him, as best you could, and when he looked to you to share your own, you elected to only ask him more questions.

You wanted to be a vault for him, not a book. You had never been that way.

The two of you have had many repeats of that night, and you considered him your friend. A close friend.

But that was it.

That was it.

After a beat of comfortable silence, you took another sip of your coffee.

“Thank you. For this,” you mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” he replied.

“I told you you didn’t have to.”

“And I told you that I wanted to.”

You shook your head again, and took another, long sip.

He watched you while you drank, rubbing his pointer finger and thumb together. He did that when he was thinking. Observing.

“You always do that, you know.”

“Do what?” you replied. Of course you knew what he meant.

“Whenever I do something nice for you. You can never just…accept it.”

You scoffed playfully, trying to avoid this conversation in any way possible, but he just kept looking at you. Like you were some sort of puzzle he was on the verge of piecing together.

A few moments passed, and you cleared your throat and set your still steaming coffee down.

“Well, thank you again for—“

“You did that at Solstice too. When we gave you our gifts—”

“Azriel, I need to get this done—”

“—and when Rhys planned your birthday dinner. You told him you didn’t want one. Insisted on it.”

You had never heard him talk this…passionately. His voice was usually soft, like a whisper.

As much as you wanted him to stop, you didn’t know if you’d hear his voice like this again.

He brought his left hand to his mouth, curling it around his jaw in thought, and you scoffed again.

“I think I’m doing it,” he whispered. “I’m figuring you out.”

“There’s nothing to ‘figure out,’ Azriel.”

He smiled when you said his name. He looked almost cat-like.

Shit.

He had you in his net. He knew that. And you knew that.

“I watch you you know,” he mumbled. “I like watching you.”

Had he moved in closer?

“Those nights talking on the balcony,” he said, tilting his head to the side, “I have never talked about myself more in my life.”

You hoped he hadn’t noticed. Nobody else ever did.

“How did you do that?” he asked. “Pushed me away without even trying?”

Your breaths turned shallow, and your glassy, tired eyes were giving their last pumps of energy to stay connected to his.

He wouldn’t see through you. He couldn’t.

“You do that at our dinners,” he continued, “all the time.”

You did. You always did.

“How long have you known Rhys? A couple centuries?” He tilted his head more to the side.

“How much about you does he actually know?”

You continued to meet his gaze, gnawing on the inside of your cheek so intensely it began to taste metallic.

He slowly stood, showing off the full magnitude of his tight leathers and chiseled physique. It never seized to amaze you.

These males were machines.

He took steps forward as he continued speaking, and your breath quickened as he went on.

“Is that what you do?” he asked softly. “Push people away when they finally start getting close to you? Give them excuses to leave? To get out while they can? It hurts less that was, doesn’t it?”

You didn’t know if it was the copious amounts of caffeine in your system or the exhaustion, but a film began to coat the outer layer of your eyes.

“You test them, don’t you? To see if they’ll stay.”

Of course you did.

Centuries of being disappointed, let down, and left behind. Whether it was friendship or something more, they never stayed. Ever. You had yet to be proven wrong about a person’s intentions of longevity.

Your guards were insurmountable. Unmovable.

But, for the first time in years, they were beginning to waver.

“No one has passed them before, have they?”

You sniffled, tears clouding your vision.

You were done

“You are being cruel.”

Your statement obviously stunned him, enough for him to freeze his motions for a second or two, before he continued.

“I’m being honest,” he said in a much softer tone. “I see you Y/N.”

He finally made it in front of you, and turned your chair around to face him completely. He placed his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward.

“I see you.”

He placed his right hand on your chin delicately, having you look up into his hazel, golden-ringed eyes. Your throat was on fire, and a single tear dribbled down your cheek.

“Y/N,” he whispered, close enough that his breath cascaded down your hot cheeks. He wiped away the tear with his thumb.

“Test me. Test me all you want. Because I’ll pass every single one.”

You felt your walls fall down, and down, and down.

“You won’t win,” he continued. “Those little voices inside your head won’t win, because I’m not leaving.”

You released a quiet sob. Not of pain, but of the utmost relief.

He rubbed his fingers against your jawline, doing his best to comfort you.

You needed to hear this.

You cried softly into his hand, and he brought the other one up to frame your face.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, and kissed your forehead. It was so light you barely felt it.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

Those words brought down the final wall, and centuries of tension were finally set free.

He felt you begin to crumble, so he brought you into his chest, letting you grab onto his leathers as you cried. He held you delicately, but firm enough to keep you upright. Your tears dripped down his waterproof leathers, coating the blue designs.

He rubbed your back, and pressed his nose against your neck whispering over and over.

“I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid.”

“No one’s ever stayed. No one who I’ve let in has—has ever stayed,” you cried. You could barely catch your breath.

“I know Y/N. Trust me baby, I know.”

He kept you against him for some time, long enough for the exhaustion of the last twenty four hours to settle in, and you finally pushed away from his warmth to look into his eyes.

Tears of his own streaked down his cheeks, but the rising sun was high enough to make his tan skin that much more inviting.

You didn’t know how such a beautiful male had fallen into your lap.

You sniffled once more and wet your lips with your tongue before whispering, “I see you too, and I know you have tests of your own. I will beat them.”

He smiled at you, genuinely, before replying, “You already have.”

A few more tears escaped you. Tears of pure joy. You had forgotten what that felt like.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but you didn’t want to hear any more. You wanted to feel him. That’s all you wanted.

So you pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, so quick he didn’t even have time to close his eyes, but a faint blush crept up his neck.

You exhaled a laugh, and he smiled wider than you had ever seen.

“Come here,” he laughed, and pulled you in for a deeper kiss.

You had kissed plenty of males, enough for you to know what you were doing, but you had never kissed anyone who made your heart beat so fast.

He kept his hands on your face, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper and deeper, and your hands fell flat on his chest. You were still seated with him standing above you, but he was crouched low enough for his tongue to brush against your own.

It felt good, to finally give in. You felt liquified, as if you could slip through his fingers.

After a few moments, he brought his hands down your body, and rested them underneath your thighs. He gave them a firm squeeze, and groaned into your mouth.

At that moment, something wiggled inside your chest, like a loose end threatening to snap. It was the most foreign feeling you had ever felt, but it also felt right.

Azriel began breathing harder, and pressing you back into the chair. You didn’t know if he felt what you were feeling, but his heart-rate against your palm said otherwise.

After a few more glorious seconds, Azriel pressed the firmest kiss against your mouth before pulling away, and rubbing his nose against your own.

“You’re exhausted. I know you are.” He was breathless. Utterly breathless. His pants framed your face, and his chest moved up and down against your hands.

“You’re exhausted,” you countered. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

He smirked, and you ran a hand through his thick brown hair, shaking your head. There was a remnant of sweat, either from his morning training, or your kisses had gotten him that worked up.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he closed his eyes. Savoring it.

“Thank you Azriel.”

He smiled toothlessly. “You’re welcome.”

And that was it. You accepted it.

You could see the pride on his face already.

His eyes ran over your sunken cheeks and under eyes, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Az—”

He lifted you, and held you in his arms bridal style.

“You’re done,” he replied. “Rhys can take it up with me.”

You smiled at him, and tucked your head further into his chest.

Your eyes were beginning to close, so much so that you didn’t even notice he passed your room, and began turning towards his own.

“Sleep Y/N,” he whispered, laying you down in the sheets. The smell of him surrounding you was the final piece to send you into bliss.

“I’ve got you.”

You slept harder than you had in centuries.

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the-shadowsingers-whore · 5 months

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~the inner circle when it's raining~

pairing: acotar inner circle x gn reader

genre: fluff, headcanon

length: 416

warnings: none

disclaimer: this in no way represents any of sarah j. maas' work or ideas, it is for purely fictional/personal entertainment purposes

rhysand

rhys wants to snuggle up with you on the couch with some candles and the fuzziest blanket you own. his favorite thing is to either put on a nostalgic movie or a scary movie so he can hold you really close to him when you get scared. all the lights will be off to add to the cozy ambiance but also because he loves that you can watch the rain fall against the window better.

feyre

the second she even gets a sense that it's going to rain she is suggesting a pottery day in her studio. she will put on some soft music and the two of you will work on your clay skills throughout the day. if it's available she will make sure you get to use the studio room with the floor to ceiling windows so you can use the falling rain as inspiration for your work.

cassian

the second it's cold and rainy cassian wants to cook. but, he’s not just cooking anything, he’s going to be making top tier comfort food. it doesn't what your go to comfort food is, he knows it and is already making it before you can even realize it's raining outside. however, all opinions aside, his top favorite thing to make on rainy days is a delicious soup with homemade bread to dip into it.

azriel

az loves being out in the rain. he thinks the mountains look the prettiest in weather like this, so he loves to go on rainy hikes/flights and explore. something about the feeling of fresh rain on his wings makes him feel so happy and alive, so he will always be dragging you out for some adventure or another when it starts raining.

mor

more is big on the "stay inside day" the moment she senses rain in the air. it doesn't matter what kind of plans either of you had because they are all being thrown out the window. it's now going to be a wine and cuddles kind of day, complete with a soak in a giant heated path (think acomaf above the court of nightmares)

amren

she hates the rain. everything about it is unappealing to her; the cold, the wet, the noise. if the two of you had plans to go out and it starts raining, she’s definitely going to be canceling the plans. you will end up staying in and trying to figure out something to do so you don't go crazy from boredom.

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warnerisbetter · 11 months

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My headcannons for dating acotar characters

Azriel

Fluff :

- he'd be very protective of you especially when it comes to other males

- he'd let you touch his wings with permission ofcourse

- he'd fly you over velaris at night

- it wouldn't be often but occasionally he likes to show you off to other people

Smut :

- the quiet one are always the most kinky

- he's up for pretty much anything

- the wingspan theory is definitely a fact

- he would use his shadows to tease you or tie you up

- pleasure dom (he would make sure you cum before him)

- you can just tell he'd be skilled with his tongue

Amren

Fluff :

- you come before everyone else

- a lot of the time just being in each others presence silently is her favourite thing

- she would be very protective but hide it quite well

- she'd protect you from a distance

- no one would mess with you knowing she was your mate

- she wouldn't want a big mating ceremony

- you'd give her presents all the time since she loves getting gifts

- ideal date is late night walking the streets of velaris after dinner at a fancy and expensive restaurant (even though she wouldn't be eating much)

Smut :

- since everyone fears her and no one every contradicts her she would like being bottom for a while

- knife kink

- if your down she'd probaly drink your blood during it

- shameless, if she wants you she would just lead you put of the room with no subtlety

Cassian

Fluff :

- clingy illyrian baby

- would love to show you off

- would complain tk you when the others bully him

- would never be able to stay mad at you for long

Smut :

- I think his wings would be really sensitive ;)

- would be top obviously but think it's hot when you take control

- fucks like a beast

Elain

Fluff :

- she'd give you flowers daily

- her ideal date is a walk through the gardens and a picnic

- she would teach you about all her favourite flowers

- she'd bake with you

Smut :

- tbh she wouldn't be into much

- she would try stuff for you though

- completely Clueless when your trying to hint at her

- more interested in aftercare

Lucien

Fluff:

- wouldn't be the biggest fan of public displays of affection but would hold your hand all the time

- would blush any time you comiliment him

- ideal date is going to a resturant then walking in the evening watching the sunset

- would compliment you all the time

Smut:

- not the biggest dick in the book but a decent 9 inches atleast

- into bandage

- sex in public areas

- would bring you food as aftercare

Mor

Fluff:

- Would genuinely treat you like a queen

- you would sit on each others laps in public

- ideal date in going to a club of some kind to and getting hammered

Smut:

- can go for hours

- would be up to pretty much anything

- she's a switch, you can't change my mind

- up for threesomes

#books and reading #book boyfriend #book girl #headcannons #acotar #batboys #amren x reader #amren acotar #amren #azriel smut #azriel #sarah j maas #cassian x you

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 2 months

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Nesta & Cassian Domestic Life Headcanons

Nesta had to put a ban on Cassian touching her books after he put them back on the shelf upside down and out of order. He also dog eared pages of books she had loaned him and one book in particular had crinkled pages almost like someone brought it into the bath with him.

Cassian can't understand the idea of a throw pillow and thinks that all pillows should and can be used to sleep with. Nesta has tried over and over again to explain to him the idea of decorative pillows but it goes nowhere.

Cassian learned how to cook Nesta's favorite childhood food by having Elain teach him. During an evening when Nesta had a particularly rough day, Cassian whipped out his cooking skills and made her an Acheron family meal.

Nesta always hangs Cassian's weapons up for him because he seems to be incapable of putting them away when he gets back and insists on just dropping them in the doorway.

Cassian loses things constantly, from weapons to mail to his own shoes and it drives Nesta insane. Oftentimes, Cassian will be looking for something and ask Nesta if she has seen it. When he can hear her walking down the hall to come find it for him he starts panicking and searching frantically, knowing she will find it immediately and give him "the look".

Nesta braids Cassian's hair before he goes to training and insists he make an actual hair care routine. He doesn't fully understand why conditioner is important but he knows it makes Nesta's hair smell like flowers so he isn't too bothered.

Whenever Cassian goes somewhere for a few days he leaves notes around the House of Wind for Nesta to find. They say cute little things like "Thinking about you", "Love you lots", "I bet your butt looks great". She keeps them in a box on her bookshelf and reads them when she needs a pick me up.

Cassian and Nesta still practice and train together, but they take Sunday morning off to go have breakfast in Velaris, just the two of them. Cassian orders the biggest breakfast with the most amount of protein he can get and Nesta settles for something lighter but always wants strawberry crepes for dessert.

Cassian sleeps hot while Nesta sleeps cold. The House of Wind helps chill and heat the bed right down the middle so both of them sleep well.

Nesta started a formal book club with Gwyn, Emerie & The House and Cassian has to leave and go "find something else to do" so he doesn't keep coming into the room to distract them.

Cassian buys Nesta a new weapon for every holiday and occasion and calls it a "we" gift.

#nessian fic #nessian headcanon #cassian #nesta #acosf #acotar #acotar headcanons #acosf headcannon #acomaf #acowar #nessian #acofas

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sapphicmsmarvel · 3 months

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acotar character headcannons: perfume

in case yall were wondering, i sat my perfume tray sniffing everything i owned and matching it to characters

also !! i have sniffed every single one of these fragrances in store and the ones i own to write this! Some of them i really love, some i like, some i loathe.

(if anyone ever wants to talk about perfume my dms are open im a perfume nut)

azriel: he loves sweet and fruity. his personal favorite is a straight up juicy almond-y cherry scent.

fine’ry not another cherry (the dupe for tom ford’s lost cherry (and it lasts longer than tom ford!!))

snif co tart deco

kate spade cherie

cassian: pure. vanilla. I'm telling you the most strong men crumble at vanilla. Frankly everyone does but that’s another story.

byrosiejane dulce

dossier floral marshmallow (dupe for kilian love don’t be shy).

ellis brooklyn bee

rhysand: he loves sweet violet scents. Violet is a darker, richer note. It’s sweet and dewy but not overpowering. It's home.

dolce and gabbana’s the only one

sol de janeiro 59

fine’ry magnetic candy

feyre: a baked good. if you smell like a baked good she’s on the floor. While she loves a plain vanilla, she also loves a more complex, unique scent on you. It makes you easier to find in crowds and a part of her loves watching people crumble at your feet because of your scent and then seeing that you’re always gonna go home with her.

snif co’s crumb couture

nest madagascar vanilla

replica coffee break

morrigan: she loves sweet and fruity as well, but her vice is strawberry. she likes when you smell like a delicious baked strawberry cake with vanilla frosting. she also is a sucker for lychee and rose scents.

bath and body works strawberry pound cake

ouai’s melrose place

kayali’s eden sparkling lychee

amren: she’s not one for strong scents, she gets headaches and irritated. But she loves when your natural scent has a hint of something. Very clean smelling.

clean reserve’s radiant nectar

replica matcha meditation

jo malone london nectarine blossom and honey

nesta: rain, earth, musk. She loves to smell that fresh just cracked open a book, dark academia type smells. It’s very homey to her and reminds her of peace. Which, the poor woman does not get often.

replicas when the rain stops

phlur missing person

juliette has a gun not a perfume

elain: she loves flowery/fruity smells or you smelling more masculine with flower notes. She loves lavender on you specifically,

ariana grande god is a woman

snif co’s house of 8

phlur mood ring

lucien: he loves citruses. specifically the smell of tangerines/oranges. He loves when you smell like a juicy, sun-drenched orange in the summer.

phlurs’ tangerine boy

dolce and gabanna’s devotion

nest seville orange

eris: like azriel (azris lol) he loves a cherry scent but his favorite is a darker cherry. He loves when you smell woody and fruity. Something dark and decadent. He’s also a rum guy.

kayali’s lovefest burning cherry

replica’s jazz club

kilian paris angel share

tarquin: this man loves beachy and summer. He likes that lighter sea breezy citrusy scents but also the sweet tropical ones as well.

replica’s beach walk

dolce and gabbana light blue

sol de janeiros 62

#acotar x reader #morrigan x reader #azriel x reader #acotar headcannons #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #nesta x reader #elain x reader #lucien x reader #eris x reader #tarquin x reader

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