#courts of Prythian

[thefatesofspring]

Thought of the day:

It literally makes no sense that The Spring Court isn’t the most wealthy court in Prythian…

Not only does the court have the most to offer in trade in terms of food, it most likely develops the majority of fabrics in Prythian, not to mention herbs for medicines etc, then there’s wood exporting & possibly jewel mining. All of this most likely coming from just The Spring Court alone & then whatever overseas trade they do too…bruh The Spring Court is literally basking in riches!

This is why I’m adamant that Spring Court is the wealthiest court but is frugal with its spending, the high lords of Spring only spend when necessary.

The Spring Court is the very definition of a self sufficient court, it doesn’t really need anything from other courts & every return trade the do is really just an added luxury for them.

It also doesn’t make sense that The Night Court & Winter court are wealthy, by rights they should actually be the poorest of all the courts.

If I had to rank the courts in terms of wealth it would go like this:

1. The Spring Court

2. The Dawn Court

3. The Summer & The Autumn Court

4. The Day Court

5. The Night Court

6. The Winter Court

This is also why Sarah Janet Maas needs to spend so much more time on her world-building skills because we need more information on how the other courts operate their courts & gain their wealth

[silly--fangirl]

elucien as high king and high queen is something i think about on a daily basis

lucien is directly connected to 4 courts atp, but he's also an emissary with friends across all prythian and the continent

elain is a cauldron blessed seer, sister to feyre cursebreaker, a lady of the society

the alliances they could make go hard tbh

but also they would be so powerful together, i can't

also i belive they have what it takes to actually inspire and charm people into wanting to follow their lead, without threatening them into doing so

[loonylooly]

After like, waaay too long, i finally finished prythian fashion the second 🤭

Hope ya'll like them

[velarisnightsky444]

Patience*

Kinktober Day 1: Cockwarming With Azriel

AN: Sneak peak for Stargirl. Evelina is my OC, she is Rhysand's twin sister.

CW: Cockwarming, d/s dynamics, intercourse, impact play

Word Count: 1.2k

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I could be particularly impatient when my mate was working, since his job took up a large portion of the day. I could get pouty and annoyed, which I didn't deny. Though, Az wasn't fond of me like that.

Ever since we were children, he would scold me for my incessant whining, no matter what the cause.

So I would go to his office and pout and whine until I pissed him off enough to pay attention to me, forgetting his work.

It was immature, yes. But it worked.

I stood in his doorway now, staring at him as he did his paperwork. He hadn't even glanced up at me, yet.

His hazel eyes were glued to the paperwork before him, his scarred hand gripped his pen tight enough to make his knuckles go white.

His black locks fell over his face, shielding his expression from my view. I wanted to run my hands through those curls as I sat on his lap, him thrusting into me.

He had forgone his leathers today, and was wearing a white button down, paired with a pair of black slacks.

I went crazy when he wore white button downs. He knew that.

I cleared my throat, leaning against the frame of the door. He didn’t even look up.

"I see you, Eve," he spoke up. "I'm just ignoring you."

"You've been working all day," I complained, crossing my arms.

"And you standing there pouting will only slow me down," he said, finally lifting his head and meeting my eyes.

"I need you, Az," I whined, standing up straight.

He let loose a deep sigh, placing his pen onto the desk and pinching the bridge of his nose with his scarred fingers.

"Take your clothes off," he instructed.

I grinned in triumph, shedding my violet dress, then making quick work of my underthings. The air hit my bare body, my nipples peaking against it.

Azriel’s hazel eyes drank in the sight before he beckoned me over. I complied.

Azriel began unbuckling his belt. As he pulled him cock out, arousal settled in my core. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction.

"You’ll have to behave if you want to cum," he warned.

His scarred hands found their place on my waist, flipping me around to face away from him. He carefully guided me down onto his cock.

I gasped at the intrusion, wanting nothing more than to sink all the way down. But he was guiding me so slowly, and I could feel as every inch impenetrated me.

I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out. His hands released my bare waist, and he picked up his pen, glancing over my shoulder to continue working.

I frowned, beginning to grind on his cock, but his shadows put a stop to that. They swirled around me, holding me in place.

"Az," I complained, trying to struggle against the shadows.

"I told you I was working," he reminded me. "Now, you will be patient until I am done."

Two of his shadows wrapped around my knees, spreading my legs open on his lap. I gasped at the cold air hitting my core. I dared to reach down and rub my clit, but a shadow gripped my wrist before I could, binding both of my hands behind my back.

The others worked at forcing me to sit up straight in his lap. Sitting up with my legs spread and my arms pinned behind my back was incredibly uncomfortable.

The only relief was his cock stuffed deep inside of me. But even that was becoming more of a frustration, since I couldn't move.

"Az," I repeated. "Please. This is unfair."

"You should've waited," he murmured into my ear. "Now, you'll be quiet and you will wait for me to finish my work. If you're good, I'll fuck you. If not, you'll just have to stay unsatisfied until tomorrow."

I whined again, which only irritated him further. He landed a harsh smack to my cunt, causing me to cry out at the sting.

"That's your first warning," he spoke. "If I get to three, you will not cum tonight."

"Yes, sir," I grumbled, feeling my arousal soaking onto his lap.

I could feel myself blushing at the fact that I was ruining his pants. But he didn't say anything about it. He just kept working.

The throbbing in my center was driving me wild, and all I wanted to do was bounce on his cock. But the shadows holding me down stopped that. And I knew if I disobeyed him, I would only regret it.

His cock twitched inside of me, causing me to gasp, throwing my head back. Another smack landed on my core.

"That's two," he warned. "Not another sound, princess."

I nodded, sending an apology down the bond. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on keeping myself quiet. If I couldn't cum tonight, I would go insane.

I watched a clock closely, which only made time go slower. He continued writing, but I was too frustrated and aroused to read it. My head felt utterly light.

Twenty torturous minutes went by, and I was nearly in tears. He was so deep, yet there was no pleasure.

"Almost done, princess," he murmured. "You've been so good for me."

I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing in relief. Azriel placed his pen down as he finished, and his shadows released me.

He jutted up inside of me, hips pulling back, then smacking against my ass. I cried out, tears of relief finally falling.

He fucked me harshly, one hand reaching around to rub my clit, the other wrapped around my throat. He squeezed just slightly, enough to cause discomfort.

I whined and mewled in his lap, my face wet from the pool of tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Please,” I moaned, not quite sure what I was begging for.

My ass stung from his hips snapping against it again, and again. I leaned my weight into him, allowing myself to relax as he fucked me.

“What do you want, princess?”

“Let me cum,” I begged, feeling that coil tighten in my lower stomach.

“Already?” he mocked. “But it’s so soon.”

“Please,” I sobbed.

I was so sensitive after all that teasing, it hadn’t taken me long to get to the edge at all.

“You can cum, but I’m not stopping until I do, too,” he warned.

“Thank you, thank you,” I cried out, my hands squeezing the edge of the desk in front of me as that coil snapped.

My moans were undigified as I came on his cock, pleasure wracking through me.

When I came down from my high, he sped up his thrusts. I whined from the overstimulation, leaned against him for support.

He stopped rubbing my clit, and instead began to rub comforting circles on my upper thigh.

When he came, he grunted, his release shooting into me. He bit down on my shoulder to muffle his moans, and I let out a harsh breath at the sting.

His shadows lifted me off of him and to my feet when he was done. I went to make for the door, but he stood behind me, bending me over the desk.

“I’m nowhere near done with you.”

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[evermorelore]

I wanted to find a cute lil quote to go with these, but instead just know that this was inspired by reading all of Separatist_Apologist 's Elucien fanfics. (specifically The Last of the Real Ones, I have so many highlights in my books app) It wasn't the ship I was looking for but I am obsessed now.

The wip I posted yesterday got so much love, but the one thing that I loved seeing tagged was "pythian's ass" so thank u for loving Lucien's peach as much as I do. It's canon now, sorry sjm.

I couldn't decide if I liked it better as just a sketch or with coloring so you get both. 💛

[oristian]

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LUCIEN VANSERRA — HEIR TO THE DAY COURT

I originally intended to wait and post this for @lucienweekofficial but I wanted to share this stunning artwork with everyone early! I cannot wait to see Lucien and Helion and their interactions in the next books and I have high hopes that Lucien will be appointed to some title—either High Lord, or Prince—within the Day Court. The vision was Helion crowning his son and Lucy brought this idea to life wonderfully.

ART CREDIT @lucychanart

COMMISSION BY @oristian / @/ktbookishclub

characters belong to Sarah J Maas 🦊☀️

REPOSTS ALLOWED WITH FULL CREDIT

[silverflameataraxia]

The IC want to hate how Tamlin treated Feyre after she saved Prythian, but yet they treat Nesta even worse after she just saved all worlds. They hate Tamlin for locking Feyre up, but yet they did the same to Nesta. They hate Tamlin for ignoring Feyre's well-being, but yet they do the same thing to Nesta. They hate Tamlin for letting Feyre become withdrawn, but yet Nesta is in an even worse emotional state in HOFAS because of them than Feyre was in ACOMAF.

The Night Court is to Nesta what the Spring Court was to Feyre. At some point, the Court of Dreamers need to realize that they're Nesta's Court of Nightmares.

[shittalkingwiththesuriel]

I think most of my problems would be solved if l could watch Azriel and Cassian spar (shirtless)(sweaty)

[wannabewriterlol]

I want tamlin and Nesta to start a therapy group and just work through the copious amount of gaslighting they’ve faced by Rhysand, Ferye, and the his merry band of idiots.

[goddessofwisdom18]

Autumn Court

The paths that wind through Prythian twist and turn like branches of a tree; you can take one or another, but ultimately, if the Cauldron wants it, they'll all lead you back to Autumn. It's the sort of place where you never quite know where you stand, whether you're in the middle of a lutin den or you're about to stumble upon the endless gables and eaves of the Forest House. Perhaps that smell of apples and cinnamon on the crisp breeze is pulling you into a trap - perhaps those clever smiles and charming promises hide long histories of power struggles... and your place within them as a pawn. There's only one way to find out - and you will find out, whether you want to or not.

Inspiration: The Pyrenees, the Loire Valley, and various gothic + rococo aesthetics

[shadowedpetals]

"Like you two, she said, nodding to Cassian, and then, a bit more shyly, to Azriel.

Azriel offered her a small smile that Elain quickly looked away from." 🌸🦇

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you. (London Boy, Taylor Swift) 🎶🎵

Fanart by: tangerine.eileen

[thefatesofspring]

A list of Tamlin’s magic abilites & their potential

It’s quite a long post so be prepared…let’s start off with the abilities we are 100% sure of.

• Shape-shifting

- So as we know Tamlin can shapeshift, we also know he can shapeshift others (he mainly reserves this for his sentries as stated by Lucien)

- Potential: when Tamlin shapeshift’s he can do so into anyone or anything & if it’s anyone there is a high chance that he can take on that persons power/magic/ability e.g. if he were to shift into Rhysand he could take on Rhysand’s misting, daemati powers & whatever else he has.

(We kind of already know this is a possibility because of Feyre & her pregnancy, we find out that Nyx was conceived when Feyre was in her illyrian form & that he has illyrian wings, now even though in the book I’m sure it said Nyx was only 1/4 Illyrian, it makes no sense for that to be true if Feyre changed her entire body to her illyrian form which would suggest the shapeshifting happens on a cellular/gentic/DNA level & that Nyx is actually 1/4 high fae & 3/4 Illyrian, Nyx’s wings forming in the womb like an illyrian babe is consistent with him only being 1/4 HF because Feyre had shifted fully into an illyrian form & Rhysand being half illyrian)

• Glamours & illusions

- we know that Tamlin can create glamours & illusions because he did with the Archeron family (except Nesta of course) & he even did it against Rhysand & would have fully succeeded in that if he remembered to remove the 3rd plate set at the dinner table

- Potential: Tamlin has the potential to create glamours & illusions on such a huge scale that there really wouldn’t be much of a limit except maybe either his imagination or distance, we know that he glamoured his entire estate so that Feyre could not see the other faeries so what’s to say he couldn’t glamour an entire court?…or maybe even a continent?…

if Tamlin decided to be a villain after his mother was killed who’s to say Tamlin not only created this glamour but also put an illusion over everyone if he went into his villain era? What if he decided Amarantha was just made up so that he could get back at Rhysand? The potential is truly close to limitless, the fact that Tamlin was able to very nearly get one over on Rhysand & he is a daemati & supposedly an incredibly powerful one at that shows how powerful he really is.

• Air/Wind control & manipulation

- So 3 books in & we find out Tamlin has yet another ability when he single-handedly saves Feyre, Elain, Azriel & Briar using his ability to control air…I’m sorry is he the fucking avatar??😩😂

- Potential: at this point he can literally do anything Storm from X-Men can do with her ability to control the air element as well as anything Aang the avatar can do, if Tamlin wanted you to suffocate by simply removing the oxygen from the particles around you he could, tornado?✅ Hurricane?✅ Typhoon?✅ Cyclone?✅ Check✅ Tamlin has the power & potential to do it all. I’m not joking when I say this is an extremely fucking deadly ability to have.

• Healing

- Tamlin can heal himself & others exactly like Thesan can as he tried to do when it came to saving that Faerie who had its wings ripped off by Amarantha but do to Amarantha taking most of his powers he wasn’t able to do much at that time

- Potential: Well I mean he could cure pretty much any disease or bone breakages, whether that be in himself or one others.

• Shielding & Repelling against dark magic

- At the end of ACOTAR (book 1, Chapter 45, Page 405) we see through Feyre’s eyes what she sees just before Tamlin rips out Amarantha’s throat, “Amarantha screeched, kicking at Tamlin, lashing at him with her dark magic, but a wall of gold encompassed his fur like a second skin. She couldn’t touch him.” However I think SJM changes this whether it’s because she forgot she even wrote in this little gem of realised she made Tamlin too powerful & this alone makes Rhysand look weak in comparison I don’t know because in Hybern he’s no longer able to shield himself against that dark magic when Hybern uses a “leash” to subdue him so that he can’t attack the king of Hybern.

- Potential: Now the potential for this ability is insane & realistically Tamlin has the potential to go up against Koschei because we know Koschei uses dark magic of some sort & giving that it would be the perfect battle of light vs dark but it would also mean Rhysand’s magic can’t touch Tamlin so his misting ability could potentially falter on Tamlin

Now moving along to the hidden magic/abilities/powers Tamlin could have

• Elemental magic

- Honestly Tamlin could be Prythians version of Aang & Storm rolled into one, if SJM were brave enough to thoroughly write Tamlin & flush out his character in every aspect Tamlin would literally be Prythians mutant category 5 avatar👀 when Aang first broke free from the ice he only had the element of Air…Tamlin as we know it also at the moment only currently has air, if memory serves me correctly Aang then goes onto learning Earth bending…👀…what if Tamlin already knows he can earth bend…👀…or begins to learn it, he is after all the embodiment of spring!! & if we want to put more of a fantasy twist on it he can control plant’s & wildlife he is essentially an ecokinetic & his ability is ecokenesis.

Description from Superpower wiki: “The user is connected directly to the natural world and thus can communicate, influence, manipulate and control nature: all living beings and plants and natural phenomena, such as the weather and geology of the Earth, and the matter and energy of which all these things are composed. They can survive in any natural environment on earth.

The user can manipulate, tap into, blend and/or become elements of nature, including air, weather, lightning, earth, stone, metal, water, ice, light, darkness, clouds/mist, magma, fire etc. They can control animals and plants and mimic their abilities and forms.”

Now there’s been no indication to my knowledge that Tamlin can influence or control water but again if he has elemental magic that is a given & lastly FIRE!! If Tamlin is a descendant of Aelin & Aelin is know as fire-bringer descendant of Mala…YOU GUYS!!!…what if Tamlin has the colbalt blue fire!!! What if like Aelin, like Aang he has to descend into his power!!!…👀ive already said many times before Tamlin is a starborn fae like Bryce & Aelin so there is a potential for him to!!

• Daemati

- I want to thank @theegemini92 for reminding me of this one because I genuinely forgot about it until I saw her post today. So as it goes when Tamlin supposedly uses his glamouring ability to make the Archeron family believe Feyre is staying with an aunt it doesn’t strike anyone that his “glamouring” acted a lot like daemati mind manipulation??…👀

Now yes we know the ability to glamour is a trick of the mind to make you see something that isn’t really there but seeing something & thoroughly believing something that doesn’t exist are two vastly different things, the extent to which Elain & Papa Archeron truly believed that Feyre was living with a distant aunt over Nesta being fooled is crazy, both abilities revolve around the mind & we know Nesta has a “steeled will & mind” and Rhysand struggled greatly to enter Nesta’s mind using his daemati abilities…👀

The fact the only time Rhysand is ever actually able to access Tamlin’s mind is at the HL’s meeting strikes me as convenient more for Tamlin…almost as if Tamlin let it happen because he needed others to see that Rhysand would use his abilities against them if he wanted to…👀

• Resurrection & Reincarnation

- This one would tap more into the Spring Court magic lore side & the God of Spring, so again as we all know the definition of season of spring is life after death, rebirth, resurrection, rejuvenation, renewal, regrowth & new beginnings/blessings so on & so on.

Well you know how The Spring Court celebrate Calanmai what if on Calanmai when the magic is most potent it wasn’t just used as a night to increase fertility & create the next heirs but also a night where you could resurrect or reincarnate someone, not only would you rejuvenate the land but you’d also create life after death & resurrect a loved one maybe & it would technically all still fall under the category of Spring magic & maybe a bit of blood magic or something other magic but it’s still spring magic at its core performed by The High Lord of The Spring Court aka Tamlin.

Let me know what you guys think in the comments below🩷

Also let me know if you want me to do this for any other acotar characters

[queercontrarian]

High Lady Thesan

finally finishing my high lords as high ladies series with thesan, aka the only competent high lord

anti-racist, anti-sexist, generally seems like a chill dude AND he has a hot boyfriend with wings? the only way he could be more attractive to me is if he was a woman. luckily i have the power to turn all m faves into lesbians.

+ adding a close up of her eyes bc i didn't spend the time making them look pretty for none of y'all to zoom in

[unhealthyfanobsession]

NO ONE SHOULD BE HIGH KING

NO ONE SHOULD BE HIGH QUEEN

Stop

Just stop

I want to spray some of you with water like a cat.

The issue with the High King thing is not that it’s Rhys and Feyre when actually *insert your fav character here* should be the one in charge.

The issue is that it’s a bad stupid plot that would require subjugating already sovereign Courts. I’m not going to make any real world comparisons because I don’t think that’s helpful but uh …

You can fill in the blanks.

[velarisnightsky444]

Scorched Shadows: Part 11

Eris x Azriel's Sister OC

Summary: Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. Like her older brother, she is a shadowsinger and spymaster for the Night Court. When she meets Eris, she initially despises him, but after a bargain is made between them, and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.

CW: Violence

Word Count: 1236

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Year 24 since fic began Year 20 Under the Mountain

     It had been quite a while since Estella found herself covered in someone else's blood.

��    But after she'd been cornered by that Winter Court male all those years ago, she had begged Rhysand for some weapon to defend herself. He provided her with a dagger that she kept sheathed at her thigh beneath the skirts of her dresses.

     She had sensed the male before she heard him, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as he snuck up on her in the dark corridors. Without her shadows, she had been forced to train her intuition, which had improved tremendously. And she could feel his presence.

     She had reached for her dagger, quickly spinning on her heel and burying the blade in his face. Right at the bridge of his nose. He had let out a shattering cry, a hand flying to his face. And she retrieved her dagger and ran.

"If you're aiming to kill, go for the neck," Azriel had once told her. "But if you just want to shock and disarm them, go for the face. Nobody expects you to stab them in the face."

     She ran--ran as fast as she could. She didn't even know where she was running until she found herself at Eris's door. She'd been there not even four hours ago, but here she was again.

      She didn't even knock before letting herself in. Eris was sprawled out on his bed, curly red locks in his face as he read a book. His tunic revealed the top of his perfect chest, and his pants hugged his muscular legs so nicely.

"Already back for more--" he began smugly, but the smirk was wiped from his face when he met her eyes. "What in the Cauldron's name happened to you?"

"I stabbed a male," Estella managed.

     The bloody dagger fell from her hand and clattered against the hard floor, splattering the red substance across it.

     Eris was on his feet in a second, his book forgotten on the bed. He rushed to her side, gripping her shoulders and pulling her into the room. Then, he closed the door carefully behind her.

"What did he do to you?" Eris snarled, his hands still on her shoulders as he took her in.

"Nothing," she said, staring past him at the wall. "I didn't give him the chance."

"Is he dead?"

"No," Estella replied, swallowing a lump in her throat. "I stabbed him in the face."

"In the face?" Eris snapped, amber eyes going wide.

"Nobody expects you to stab them in the face," Estella numbly repeated her brother's words.

"Who is he?" Eris demanded with a growl. "I will kill him, Estella."

"I don't know," she murmured. "I ran before I could see him very well."

     Eris sighed, his hand coming up from her shoulder to cup her face. He'd be different--more gentle lately. Things, in general, had been different between the two of them in the last five years. Since the ball, when she admitted that she didn't think he was cruel.

     Neither of them had acknowledged the change, but there was more trust between the two of them. More affection. More care. It wasn't just rough sex anymore. It didn't mean she had fallen in love with him, but she didn't quite despise him anymore, either.

"I'll run you a bath," he mumbled.

      She nodded, grateful, as he slipped away, off to his bathroom. She let loose a breath, shock still keeping her from fully comprehending what was happening.

     When Eris emerged again, he came to her side, leading her to the bathroom. She glanced down at the bath, then at Eris, whose brow was furrowed with concern.

"I don't know what he wanted to do to me, Eris," Estella whispered, her voice trembling. "I stabbed him before he--"

"Good," Eris cut her off. "Good that you stabbed him before you could find out."

     Estella nodded, staring off into space.

"Do you need help?" he asked her. She shook her head. "Fine. I'll lay out one of my tunics for you." 

"Wings," she reminded him. 

"Oh, right," he recalled, sighing. "Then just wrap yourself in a towel, and I'll make sure your dress is cleaned of all the blood."  

     Estella thanked him quietly, and he left her alone. She shed her clothes and climbed into the hot tub. She didn't have it in her to relax. Instead, she scrubbed at the blood on her scarred hands and the splatters on her face. Scrubbed until the water was tinted orange.

     When she got out, she dried off, brushed her hair with her fingers, and wrapped her body in a towel, the back dipping under the base of her wings. 

     She found Eris in his bed again when she came out of the bathroom, and she didn't say a word to him before going to his side. She decided that she couldn't stand to be alone. So she climbed into his bed, laying herself on top of him.

     Eris tensed at the motion, asking, "Are you alright? This is strange." 

     While affection had been more common between the two, they hadn't ever been this affectionate. But she needed comfort; she needed company. And Rhys was never around. Not that that was his fault. But Eris was all she had.

"I don't feel so well," Estella said to him.

     At those words, his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. She nuzzled her face under his chin, comforted by the warmth of his body.

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      Eris was more than shocked when Estella crossed the room in nothing but a towel and collapsed on top of him. But once he overcame the initial shock, he realized it felt right.

     So he held her. He held her until she fell asleep, wrapped in his arms. Then, he held her closer.

     For a Spymaster who killed for a living, she had been so shaken up by the incident. She had been trembling, her eyes so distant, her face numb. And he wanted nothing more than to kill the male that had tried to hurt her.

     He had been trying to avoid admitting to himself that he was beginning to care for her. But honestly, he was. He understood he couldn't let himself love her.

     When his mother had walked in to find Estella in his room five years ago, she had certainly berated him for it.

"That girl is beloved by all the males in the Night Court that quite dislike you," she had reminded him. "Eris, you are smart. You know better." 

     Not to mention what his father would do to Estella and how he would use her against him if he ever found out. 

     Eris couldn't. He couldn't love her.

     But it was so hard not to. It was so hard when she was asleep on his chest, breathing softly when she had come to him first after such a distressing experience.

      Just this morning, she had been insatiable. She'd sucked him off, then let him fuck her until she was nearly shrieking with pleasure. And only four hours later, she'd shown up trembling.

      He was furious at the thought of any male even thinking of laying a hand on her. He wished she could've at least remembered his face so he could rip the male apart, limb by limb.

     But for now, knowing she was safe was enough.

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🦇~ Hello Nes ~✨

Cassian and Nesta - A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas

I actually see myself in Nesta a lot (including the not so great parts). Being the oldest of 3, similar tastes in hobbies, painfully stubborn, and direct. I heavily relate through the flaws regarding emotion and trust. I can admit I have a bit of a temper, though it’s more silent anger rather than combustion like Tamlin💀 . I once made my little brother cry just from a look I gave him when he was pulling on my pants too roughly trying to play.

I never hated Nesta. I would have to hate myself too if I did. I’d be a hypocrite.

Cassian, the charmer. I always gravitated to his personality type in friendships. The idea of growing up scares me, so I seek playfulness and appreciate those who can be so witty even during mundane or serious moments.

I just heavily respect these characters🩵