#Nestaq

[mellendraws]

They are criminally underrated 👏🏻

[elidelochans]

Me everytime I finish Kingdom of Ash

[jmoonjones]

Throne of Glass kittehs ✨

Picking a favourite is impossible so I'm adopting them all

[rufousnmacska]

[rainingriversofyou]

Nesryn & Sartaq - Throne Of Glass - Artist: @madschofield

[aelinfireheartgalathynius]

[idfendyr]

Do people.

Not remember.

NESRYN AND SARTAQ.

GIVE THEM THE ATTENTION THEY DESERVE. HOW DARE YOU IGNORE THEM. RUHN AND LIDIA HAVE HAD MORE ATTENTION IN THE LAST 2YEARS THAN NESRYN AND SATAQ HAVE HAD SINCE BLOODY 2017.

DO SOMETHING PEOPLE

[shallyne]

TOG ships as Taylor Swift Lyrics

Rowaelin - So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted // I loved you despite deep fears the world would divide us

Chaolaena - If I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too // if I’m dead to you why are you at the wake

Doraelin - Sorry that I hurt you, I don't wanna do, I don′t wanna do this to you, I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you

Rowanlyria - I've got a lot to live without, I'm never gonna meet What could've been, would've been, What should've been you

Samlaena - I never thought we'd have a last kiss, I never imagined we'd end like this, Your name, forever the name on my lips

Manorian - Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes What doesn't kill me makes me want you more // he looks up grinning like the devil

Elorcan - Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, My love, They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we run

Chaorene - This love is difficult, but it's real, Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

Lysaedion - Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Nestaq - If you fail to plan, you plan to fail, Strategy sets the scene for the tale, I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails And the liquor in our cocktails

[writtenonreceipts]

@throneofglassmicrofics

July Prompt: Watermelon Pairing: Nestaq (Nesryn x Sartaq)

a/n: idk. just wanted to write them. took an embarrassing amount of time to spit this out.

warnings: none, except being very poorly edited, 556 words

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Watermelon

“What are you doing?”

Nesryn did her best to hide her flinch as she looked up with as much innocence as she could muster.  Standing next to her in the dwindling line of the picnic line-up, Sartaq didn’t even bother hiding his amusement.

The sun beat down overhead at just the right angle to where he remained in shadow and she was left to the sunglare.  The mid-July heat left the entire party desperate for refreshment, but the Whitethorn-Galathynius household always knew how to throw a party.  There were lounge chairs beside the pool and shade umbrellas already in place.  Mostly everyone else had gone through the line which made Nesryn feel all the more confident in her food choices.  At least she would have if Sartaq could learn to keep his trap shut.

She squared her shoulders and fixed him with as dignified a glare as she could. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She even planted a hand on her hip for emphasis.

“Do you really need all that watermelon?”  He pressed.

Nesryn forces herself not to look down.  Because she knew just how loaded that plate was with all that watermelon.

“I like watermelon,” she said.  Which was true. “A lot.”

Sartaq’s grin broadened. “Sure.”

“And it’s hot,” she added.

“Okay.”

“No one else took any one their trip through, their loss.”

Alright, so maybe that wasn’t the best etiquette in picnic-barbeque goings on.  But she really was more of a if you snooze you lose mentality type person.

What she didn’t like though was Sartaq teasing her.  Not with his stupid grin or that gleam in his eyes.  Didn’t help that he was shirtless having just got out of the pool half an hour ago.  Did he really have to be as attractive as he was?

Eye’s up Faliq, she told herself.

“Right,” Sartaq murmured, obviously not buying anything she was saying.  And, most unfortunately, noticing the way she was ogling him.  That smile of his ticked just a little higher.

“There’s plenty of watermelon left,” she continued. 

She didn’t know what it was about Sartaq that made her heart rate pick up and her breath hitch.  They’d known each other for two years now after a messed up series of awkward experiences (her fault) and accidental strip tease post thunderstorm last November (her fault too).  Despite her faux paus and many, many, mistakes, he still hadn’t written her off.  Which she supposed was good.  Or even more awkward.  Hell he probably pitied her.  She pitied her.

Sartaq reached out and plucked a piece of watermelon from her plate before he headed back to the seating area where most of their friends had taken up.

Nesryn watched him go, not checking him out, and grabbed a napkin from the pile.  It wasn’t her fault she preferred watermelon and there really was plenty.  She’d have a dozen watermelons delivered to his house, see what he thought about that.

“Why are you checking out Sartag?”

Nesryn nearly dropped her plate as her friend, Yrene, stepped up beside her.  She wore a yellow sundress, her thick curls spiraling down her back.  She looked absolutely stunning even at eight and a half months pregnant.  

“I’m not checking out Sartaq.” Lie.

Yrene only raised a single brow before grabbing her own plate of food.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Hell.

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[acourtofquestions]

"Better than that other one—the swaggering assassin."

Yrene knew. All of it. She knew every scrap of history, knew whose note she carried in her locket. But it didn't ease the blow, not as his father added, "Who, it turned out, is Queen of Terrasen." A mirthless laugh. "What a prize you might have had then, my son, if you'd managed to keep her."

"Yrene is the finest healer of her generation," Chaol said with deadly quiet. "Her worth is greater than any crown." And in this war, it might very well be.

"You don't need to bother proving my value to him," Yrene said, her icy eyes pinned on his father. "I know precisely how talented I am. I don't require his blessing."

She meant every damn word.

"Don't you talk to him like that," Yrene said with dangerous calm.

His father ignored her.

But Yrene stepped up to Chaol's side once more. "I am the heir apparent to the Healer on High of the Torre Cesme. I came at your son's behest, back to the lands of my birth, to help in this war, along with two hundred healers from the Torre itself. Your son spent the last several months forging an alliance with the khaganate, and now all of the khagan's armies sail to this continent to save your people. So while you sit here in your miserable keep, tossing insults at him, know that he has done what no other could do, and if your city survives, it will be because of him, not you."

His father let out one of those joyless laughs. "I like you better than the assassin-queen, I think. Perhaps marrying the rabble will breed some backbone into our bloodline once more."

Chaol's blood roared in his ears, but Yrene's lips curved into a smile. "You're exactly as I'd pictured you to be," she said. His father only inclined his head.

Yrene snarled. "He's worse than you portrayed."

Chaol gave her a tired, small smile. "And you were brilliant." Utterly brilliant.

And his wife, however bold and fearless, needed to rest as well, whether she admitted it or not.

So Chaol pushed off the door, prowling to where Yrene paced in front of the bed. "I'm sorry for what he said to you."

She waved him off. "I'm sorry you ever had to deal with him for longer than that conversation."

Her temper, despite all that loomed, despite the bastard ruling over this city, warmed something in him. Enough so that Chaol closed the distance between them, halting her pacing by taking her hand. He brushed his thumb over her wedding band.

"I wish you were meeting her instead —my mother," he said softly.

The fierceness in her eyes banked. "I do, too." Her mouth quirked to the side.

[audsthoughts]

My love my life…

Throne of Glass playlists

bc I’m still not over it 😫 {it’s been 5 or 6 years}

Rowaelin

Lysaedion

Manorian

Elorcan

Chaorene

Nestaq

Artist credit: bookartby_amai

[sunshinebingo]

Welcome to Kinktober 2023! Today it’s time for Nesryn/Sartaq. I hope you enjoy! This is making me nervous ngl

Set My Eyes On You - Rated E - 4k

Nesryn is determined to find out if her feelings for Sartaq are mutual on their Fall Friends Trip. But when she finds herself sharing a room with him in a sex cabin, she soon realises that confessions through words is not the only option.

Listen, I know this was supposed to be kinky. But these 2 wanted to take the cute friends to lovers route. Not my fault sorry. It's still very smutty though.

A Kink in Our Plans - Throne of Glass Kinktober 2023

10/25 - Introduction

10/26 - Chaol/Yrene by @headcanonheadcase

10/27 - Dorian/Manon by @hlizr50

10/28 - Rowan/Aelin by @thelovelymadone

10/29 - Nesryn/Sartaq by @sunshinebingo

10/30 - Lysandra/Aedion by @vikingmagic33

10/31 - Elide/Lorcan by @shadowsxgwynriel

[elidelochans]

The audacity Sarah has to introduce Sartaq and Borte so late in the series. Two books is simply not enough

[lysandra-emerald]

This is doranelle babe, sovereign of the mighty queen Maeve, Faerie queen

[wizxrdpendrxgon]

"The prince gave her a roguish smile, finishing off his long braid and picking up his spear once more. 'I certainly would take all day.'"

remy hii as sartaq of the rukhin

[deathsweetblossoms]

Can everyone just send me their favorite fluff fics. Just the most sickeningly sweet anything.

(I lost my kitten to FIP this morning and am just oscillating between numbness and despair) so literally just .. drop whatever you read whenever you’re feeling sad into my DMs or comments thank you 🙏

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