#hate for lidia cervos

[tremsing82]

CC Character Rant

(I just started reading CC3 but this anger at this character started in CC2. I just read chapter 1 of CC3. I have kept myself mostly spoiler free for the over arching plot but for this character I hate my friend tried to help me understand her better and gave me some spoilers but yeah those spoilers did not help one bit. If anything I got even angrier which is why I had type this out and see if there are any other Lidia Cervos Haters out there.)

I HATE LIDIA!!!!! Like with all my being. With a passion. With anger I have never felt towards any character ever. I HATE THIS CHARACTER.

I hate the idea that I need to read this book and have SJM and fucken Lidia and any other bleeding heart character in CC who forgives her, GASLIGHT me into thinking she is some victim. She is a MURDERER. Her reason for being a double agent who murders her secret allies for the enemy are stupid and flawed and not worth the innocent lives she has MURDERED.

I👏HAVE👏NO👏SYMPATHY👏FOR👏THIS👏BITCH!!!!!👏

NONE 👏👏👏👏

She is not a victim, she is the abuser. And her excuse for doing what she does is stupid. She had some accidental babies which she kept secret from EVERYONE and hid away. No one knows about them and then she joins the asteri and becomes their death warden all to protect them. From WHO?!?!?! NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THEM!!!!! YOU HID THEM!!!! YOU GAVE THEM UP YOU STUPID BITCH!!!! You cannot use them as an excuse for you murdering people to keep them safe. THEY ARE SAFE DUMBASS. Just stay away from them, they obviously don’t need you as their mother. They are better off without you in their lives.

And I am suppose to read this book and then feel sad for her FUCK NO!!!!!! She is in the dungeons order ruhns torture all while she is gonna be pleading in his mind to “please talk to me I feel sad for hurting you and your family and i need you to forgive me and tell me it’s ok I murder innocent people daily.” And the worst part is sweet kind Ruhn will finally give in and talk to her all while having his skin peeled off and tell her “it’s ok your just doing what you have to” because that stupid fucken mate bond of theirs is gonna make him do it.

If SJM ever wants to do a rejected mate bond plot it should be for Ruhn and Lidia. This bitch deserves no happiness for the rest of her life. She should live in an isolated cottage in the woods somewhere where none of her victims or their families have to see her walking in the street with a smile on her face, like everything is normal. She has a metal bar for a jacket collar because of how many people she has killed. Every single one of her victims or victims families have every right to hate her and not be lectured on forgiveness being the greatest form of healing. FUCK NO!!!! SOMETIMES FOR A TRULY EVIL PERSON THEY DESERVE TO BE HATED!!!! She is the worst character I have ever come across.

And I love CC. I want to finish this book for Bryce and Hunt and for Tharion and Ithan. And originally I wanted to see Ruhn happy but I gave up that hope. But this bitch makes me so fuming mad when she appears on the page that I am actually contemplating if I should just DNF it.

[unforgivenyunjin]

“People switched up on Bryce because of her befriending Nesta”

Actually I’m pretty sure the main criticisms of Bryce stems from the way she treated CC characters. For example, her calling Lidia’s children baggage or how she reacted to Hunt after he’d just been tortured.

A lot of the criticism surrounding CC3 actually has nothing to do with the Acotar characters that were involved. Believe it or not, Nesta is not the deciding factor on whether readers will or won’t like a character. Believe it or not, she’s not as important to some readers as she is to you. It’s silly to say people only criticize Bryce because she became friends with Nesta when they barely even became friends.

[wyrdhearth]

@norkiewrites : 💃 to slow dance with my muse. ruhn danaan ➵ lidia cervos.

lidia's head slotted itself so perfect against ruhn's chest. that scent of stars and night and shadows wrapped itself around her in tandem with the arms which held her close; the arms of her mate and her lover; the male whose love had brought her back to life.

the lover's day gala around them was bright and loud, full of clicking cameras and music and laughter, but it all dulled around them as they swayed back and forth, ruhn's fingers tangling in the ends of lidia's curled hair. they didn't need to speak as they savored this moment together, even as lidia was half-aware of flashes of light as people nearby captured their likeness for whatever story might be on the pages of the newspapers and gossip sites tomorrow. already, the truth of lidia's life was out, but not everyone was inclined to believe it –– or to forgive. she didn't give a fuck either way; the people she loved most knew exactly what and who she was. everyone else could go to hel.

in his mind, lidia murmured, smiling against ruhn's chest: don't tell me you like being watched? she could feel him up against her, pressing into her hip. a contented purr rattled up spine at the knowledge that she was the only one who got to enjoy all of him. slowly, lidia tilted her head back to look up into ruhn's vibrant eyes, now darkened with desire and that gorgeous thing called love.

you're staring, night. well, that was fine. lidia was pretty sure she was staring too.

LOVE IN THE AIR : accepting all month long.

[dreamsandstars24]

I just finished CC and I don't know what to do with my life

[shadowqueenjude]

In honor of HOFAS coming in 18 days...

Best of Ruhnlidia “You would have traded your life for a fire sprite’s?” “Yeah. I would have.”

“No. I … I guess my mind reached for yours.” “Yeah. Aren’t all of these assholes allowed to stay in power? Who’s going to stop them?” “Us. People like us. One day.” “So long that I think I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be myself. I think I’ve lost my true self entirely. To destroy monsters, we become monsters. Isn’t that what they say?” “Next time, I’ll bring us some psychic beers and a TV. We’ll get you normal again.” “It’s always the lady’s choice with me. I’m game for anything.” “I didn’t see anything.” “But you wanted to.” “I don’t need to. I don’t give a shit what you look like. I like talking to you.” “I hate him. No one knows it, but I do. He disgusts me.” “You remind me that I’m alive. You remind me that goodness can exist in the world.” “I’m going to find you. I’ll find you one day, I promise.”

Ruhn whispered, “Day?” Lidia Cervos looked over a shoulder. And she said with quiet calm in a voice he knew like his own heartbeat, a voice he had never once heard her use as the Hind, “Night.”

I WILL NOT SURVIVE

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Love me, hate me (1/3)

Summary: After a devastating betrayal, Ruhn Danaan is determined to close off his heart.

But Lidia Cervos is even more determined to make things right.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Mature

For @hlizr50 🩵

Read on AO3

Snippet:

It was a Friday night and Ruhn Danaan was drunk. A typical night for him, except for the fact that there wasn’t a woman currently riding his face. But not just any nameless woman—Lidia Cervos was who he had in mind.

They weren’t technically dating, but Ruhn knew her sweet taste, the way she sounded when she came undone for him and how her body and lips felt pressed against his.

[onemustalwaysbecarefulofbooks]

No but for real, the amount of stress and anxiety I have for Lidia Cervos post HOFAS is next level. She has spent all of her adult life as the Hind. She is infamous, her reputation is legendary. Her sons have lived underwater their entire life and they know who and what she is. We are told in HOSAB that even Archangels fear her. How is she just supposed to assimilate into normal life??? There are probably SO many people who fear and/or hate her, who lost family/friends to her, or Pollux, or the Asteri in general and want revenge. One of the most unrealistic parts of ACOTAR is that everyone was so quick and willing to accept and trust Rhysand after a 50 year reign of terror service to Amarantha. I guess if SJM takes that route with Lidia, I have nothing to worry about??? I would just find that entirely unrealistic. People's opinions do not change about something like that overnight. And I'm just. . .so worried for her. I so desperately want her to be able to live the happy and normal life she's never gotten to live but I don't see how it's going to be possible without some REALLY difficult times ahead.

[acourtofquestions]

Welcome page/post thx 2 A Court of Questions by @lavendarneverlands

This is my (secondary/“side”) blog for my #FirstRead (& adoration of) the Maasverse! — But take this as a heads up: I mix up the two pages frequently😅😂 sorry in advance for any confusion! — Think of this page like Potterless (except probably not half as cohesive & good as the podcast lol😂). I love enjoying the series with the fandom so please feel free to reach out to #ReadAlong or #ReadWithMe (it’s why I’m on Tumblr; no one I know reads these). 🫶 also check out the tumblr community “@maasverse-first-readers” for more :-)

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LET’S FANDOM ABOUT IT

This is a Maasverse related blog, thus it does discuss the series & spoilers (depending on where you are in the books) HOWEVER I try to keep up to date with spoiler warnings (often in the form of: #tags, red, 🚨, or what I call the “more” bar of safety) & I hope it makes it accessible for all readers! I also really try to keep this blog inclusive & friendly for everyone (any character, any ship, any reader, any person… or fae I suppose too :-) & use proper content warnings (as I greatly appreciate that in others too) … so thank you!!

As I am unfortunately human here’s a lil up-to-date guide for what is & is not discussed thus far (& as I also try to avoid spoilers for the books I haven’t gotten to yet)

— I have read ALL of ACOTAR,

— I have read ALL of Throne of Glass,

— I am currently reading my way through “CC” Crescent City; & now on Crescent City 3

Be warned: I’m a rambler of posts & content posting, and autocorrect is my true enemy😂🤣 p.s. I’m new here & always trying to learn!😊 I do my best to do my due-diligence and properly credit. And use TW whenever I can (as I need it in my life too <3

I leave most “reaction” posts up from my first reads. Opinions of course change over time! I try to edit & update (& or re-tag) but some stay old.

Currently my favorites and majority are:

ACOTAR

I love the Archeron sisters (Feyre is dear to me, I think Nesta is an important kind of character, and I look forward to more Elain in what I’m calling ACOTAR 5&1/2)

THE Valkyrie (Gwyn esp.)

I can go any which way with the Elriel/Elucien/Gwynriel/Gwynlain/etc. “debate” (like I said though I’m here for all fans and prefer to keep it generally positive/friendly; we’re all just enjoying stories & art😊).

I love Feysand (sry Tam-Tam😅 I struggle with him)

If you want to go give some ship love @gwynlain you can also find me there :-) 💕 because yes I am that fandom obsessed I have a side page for the side blog😂

TOG

I adore Celaena & Aelin (for posts on both I tend to call her “Aelin Sardothien” cause I love ❤️‍🔥 fireheart ;-)

Rowaelin is my fav ship (though you will find it was not an immediate love for “bird-boy”😂 from page 1😅) the “Team Chaol” force was once strong long ago (I don’t hate him now, I just like them as friends) though I’ve also shipped all the ships at some point🤣 (I like a lot of fandoms and have a very “SQUIRREL!” personality😅😂 so I do make a lot of references, despite this being my Maasverse page) there was a time for Dorlaena & of course Samlaena too

and Sam Cortland always deserves more (I love him & am still sad😅). My beloved "Assassins of Adarlan"

As will Dorian ALWAYS be beloved as a character,

I think in another life I’d like to be Yrene

Lysandra is a favorite.

Manon and the 13 are everything to me… till darkness claim us & beyond…

I still want a spin off with the cadre

I could make this list really really long because these books are one of my all time favorites

— Abraxos & Fleetfoot (TOG) & “The House” (ACOSF) as characters hold a candle to no other. —

“CC” Crescent City

I finished House of Earth and Blood “CC1”

I finished House of Sky and Breath “CC2”

I am currently reading House of Flame and Shadow “CC3”

I love Baxian! And LIDIA CERVOS IS AN ALL TIME FAV FOREVER!!! (Day x Night might be my fav ship in the series rn)

I love my kick-ass gals; Bryce rocks, & of course the pack of devils & Danika (her & Bryce’s friendship meant a lot to me), Fury x Juniper (their my bb’s).

SERIOUSLY I LOVE DANIKA

Syrinx is a fav, I love all the animals!

I wish I liked Hunt more, I don’t hate him, I’m just kinda meh?.. and slowly evolving into dissapointment

THE CROSSOVERS

Thank YOU “fellow dreamers” for welcoming ME! into your feed & Maasverse!

& to my fellow “first time readers” Welcome to you too! 💕

+ All you old-timers THANK YOU for your loving guide notes & support (for ALL THE FANDOM FEELS😂)!

… And yeah… Hi! Much love❤️💚🩷🩵🧡 all are welcome!!! This blog does NOT discriminate & is a safe place to enjoy fandoms (because it’s about enjoying stories!) regardless of race, nationality, ability/disability, gender, sexuality, belief, age, etc. Feel free to message & tag😊 + if it helps in the matter of communicating:

I identify as she/her (please always feel free to tell me your pronouns if you like :-) 🏳️‍🌈Bi🩷💜💙 LGBTQIA+ if you wanna call me by something other than my blog name/names you can call me Lila (short for Delilah), I’m a Zillenial (21+) I primarily speak English (though I’m usually fluent in Sign, & Czech, working on refreshers & learning Spanish), Chronic Illness advocate. & I look forward to enjoying stories with you!

And there’s nothing left to say but…

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[throneofsapphics]

there and back again 

Lidia Cervos x f!Reader

Summary: Day 24, Lidia and Edging 

Warnings: oral, edging, soft sex, minors dni!

kinktober 2023

Her hips straddled yours as you ran your hands up and down them. 

“Do you trust me?” A soft voice, but a gleam in her eyes that rightfully put you on edge. 

“Yes,” you answered without thinking - of course you trust me. 

“Want to try something new?” She murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your collarbone, scraping her teeth over the spot. Your hips keened up into her, trying to get closer, closer. 

A tutting noise came from her and you forced yourself to stop - to stay still. “Good.” 

That one word lit you on fire, your body heating and cheeks flushing. Combined with her stare, the golden eyes digging into you, blonde hair flowing as she pushed it over her shoulders - you were done for. She climbed down the bed, pushing your thighs up to your knees, before they fell to your sides. Her eyes never left you as she lowered her head, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. You didn’t bother holding back your moans or whimpers, not as she tugged it between her teeth, followed by soft kitten licks, her tongue flicking against it. 

“Gods gods gods,” you chanted, a soft laugh coming from her as one of her fingers pressed inside, curling - moving so damn slowly. You were so close, right on the edge. “More please,” you whined. And she stopped. 

Your lips parted, but she caught any of your protests with her mouth, tongue running across your bottom lip before you deepened the kiss. The taste of you on her. That enough was addicting. 

“Why?” You pulled back enough to say. 

“Patience pays off.” 

Your mouth curved into a frown, but she was already moving back down - nipping at different spots, tongue swirling around your breast. 

“Lidia,” you breathed as she brought you back up again - only for her to back away again. You threw your head back in a groan as she laughed. She repeated it for what felt like hours but when she finally let you go - didn’t stop - the pressure building inside of you exploded. 

White spots formed in your vision as you clenched her hair, praying she wouldn’t stop - and she didn’t, her tongue running up your folds to work you through your orgasm. 

When she finally made her way back up, pulling your limp form over to rest on her chest, you said, “I can’t decide if I loved or hated that.” 

Her soft laugh filled the room and you tilted your head up. She looked entirely too pleased with herself. Maybe you’d return the favor. 

[ruhnlidiasworld]

Ruhn x Lidia 🎡

Title: Rollercoaster

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan/Lidia Cervos

Rating: Free

Words: 2,132 (one-shot)

Summary: This is just Ruhn taking Lidia to have some fun post-hofas.

Warnings: This have small Ruhnlidia spoilers! I wrote them after their hofas ending, so pls be aware!

AO3: Link | Thanks to my ruhnlidia friends for giving me the idea 🥹

Pov-Lidia

“Drop everything you're doing. We're going on a date.” Ruhn stated, sitting on my table.

“Where are we going?” I replied without knowing if I understood his words correctly.

“A date.”

“We are in the middle of a working day!. We can’t leave Aux without superv…”

“We are going. Clean your desk.”

I cross my hands across my chest and look at him seriously, with my more menacing expression.

“You can't demand it.”

“I can.”

“You cannot.”

“I'm the Aux Commander, so I'm your boss and I'm kindly asking you to shut things down.”

Ruhn smiles. That damn charming smile, and he knows damn well that I lose the ability to argue against him when he does that.

“You can’t use the ‘I’m the commander’ card with your own mate.”

“I can't?” Ruhn says, leaning towards me until our faces are inches apart. “Who's going to stop me?”

I return the provocation with a fake smile, leaning further towards him.

“You can be the commander, Danaan” I whisper, bringing my index finger to his chin. “But I’m your mate, so I command the commander. And if I say you can't, then you can't. Am I wrong, Night?”

Lust stands out in the glance Ruhn gives me. He runs his tongue across the piercing in his bottom lip, pondering his next move.

“No. But if you refuse to go out with me to be stuck in this office on a very boring day, I will take it personally...Day.”

Appealing for my emotional side. Ruhn 1 x me 0.

“Why now?”

“Why not?” Ruhn teases.

“Where will we go?”

“That's up to you.”

I can't take it and let out a loud laugh, leaning back in the chair.

“Your plan was to come here and ask me out, but you didn’t plan where to take me?” I say, raising my eyebrows.

“ I've never taken you on a date. It would be our first, so I thought to let you choose where you wanna go.”

Even though we're having fun, I feel the weight of those words hit me. We are together. Married. We are mates. Still, Ruhn is right. We never had a date. The simple act of acting like a normal couple, developing our relationship like any other couple would, was taken away from us a long time ago. We had been trying to find a rhythm in our life as a couple, but with so much to resolve in our brief sigh of peace, marital plans ended up being shelved.

“And you're going to let me choose like this? Anything I want?”

Ruhn nodded firmly.

“I enjoyed my youth. You didn't. Anywhere you want to go on our first date, I'll take you.”

“Even if I choose a very expensive restaurant?” I tease him one more time.

Ruhn laughs scornfully.

“Money has never been a problem for me. But I doubt you want to go to dinner somewhere fancy.”

And he was right. Gods, sometimes I hated how well he could read me.

“And you're right, I wouldn't like it.” I ponder for a few seconds thinking about everything I've ever wanted to do in my life, but never had the opportunity. Fun. Freedom. And a childhood dream that I was never able to fulfill. “Anywhere, really?”

“Anywhere, Day”.

“Amusement park.”

Ruhn's confident face falters for a brief moment. Almost imperceptible to others, but to me it was visible.

“Any problems with the amusement park? I don't want to force you…”

“No way! I was just…surprised.”

I stare at my partner suspiciously. Ruhn was never the type to hide feelings and tastes, in fact, he was always like an open book that was even too open. Showing too much. Giving too much. Gods, he was on the verge of death, but he would run to save me even though he was mad at me, if the others hadn't stopped him. Of course I loved him even more for these attitudes. But I wouldn't want him to be uncomfortable because of me.

“Are you sure that's all?” I try to force it a little, checking if he will let anything slip.

“I am sure! Let's go before it gets crowded with noisy children.”

I smile at his overconfidence, but take his hand, leaving all the boring work behind.

***

The park is…noisy. Much noisier and crowded than I thought it would be. Despite our efforts, it was packed with a wide range of audiences. Children, family, teenage couples, elderly couples. It's a place for anyone, and everyone's so focused on having fun that they don't pay attention to us.

I squeeze Ruhn's hand tighter, afraid of losing him in the crowd. He squeezes my hand in response, offering a shy but welcoming smile.

“So, which attraction will it be?”

“Attraction?” I ask confused.

Ruhn laughs loudly.

“Do you even know how an amusement park works?”

“I never stopped to think about it.” I admit, shrugging my shoulders. “I only saw people coming here and I wanted to come one day too.”

“Well,” my mate begins to drag me across the wide space. “There are several attractions here. Some are more radical, others more calm. Most are made to get the adrenaline pumping in you. There's usually a lot of screaming, especially in the Haunted Mansion and the Haunted tunnel.”

“Haunted?”

“Yes, haunted. Like in horror movies.” amusement dances on Ruhn's lips. “You stay in a small, roofless car. Then you enter this dark, gloomy tunnel or mansion, full of scary figures, coffins, skulls, blood, people jumping at you screaming out of nowhere, it's very...chaotic. But good if you like horror.”

“We can go there, I think I'd like to! I like horror movies”

My partner looks at me as if I were a mental hospital patient.

“Come on, Night! You have a skull tattooed on your hand, don't tell me you're afraid of horror things.”

“I'm not afraid!” Ruhn defended himself. “I just...it's not my favorite spot.”

I cast one more suspicious glance in his direction as we walk through the park. I evaluate some of the attractions trying to judge which one would not be boring.

“Okay, what's your favorite ride?”

Ruhn seems to be scheming something in his mind.

“I like the Teacups.”

“Then take me there.” I encourage him to take action. For someone so brave, Ruhn seemed more fearful than usual. “I want us to have fun together, Night.”

I rub my thumb over his hand. Maybe he was nervous about it being our first date, but he takes a deep breath and smiles at me.

“Get ready then, I'm going to show you all my favorite rides to go.”

And he showed. The Teacups. A kind of chair that collapses from a frighteningly high height. The bumper cars that, although he denied it to the death, I won every time. Spinning gravity, The Rotor, Pendulum ride, he even encouraged himself to go in the haunted mansion with me and his frightened screams amused me more than anything. I have never felt so free and alive. Being able to be with my mate, without any worries, just acting like a normal woman was more than I could have asked for. Ruhn also won me a stuffed deer from one of the stuffed animal machines. I was still thinking of a name for my new creature when I felt like something was missing.

“I want to go on the roller coaster”

Ruhn doesn't show any reaction at first, but he seems to consider my request carefully.

“Are you sure about this, Day? Some roller coasters are dangerous, people vomit…”

“Oh please, Night!” I give him a quizzical look. “I've never been to one, I'm willing to do anything! Not to mention look at all the rides we've been to?! Every single one of them is dangerous, I'm sure we can face the roller coaster.”

Ruhn doesn't answer me, he just looks at me with a skeptical face and I knew he was about to give in.

“Please…” I give him my best pair of puppy eyes.

Ruhn catches me off guard and gives me a peck on the lips.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let's do this”.

I jump in celebration as we walk to the line. The queue was huge and we spent about five minutes standing around waiting until it was our turn. Ruhn was silent, making only occasional comments when I tried to talk to him. I didn't let myself be affected by his lack of words, I just held my deer plush and excitedly entered the attraction. Ruhn checked that the safety lock was truly secure about ten times and only stopped because the car started to move. At that time he grabbed my hand tightly.

“I love you.” Ruhn declared randomly.

I look at him confused

“Why?”

“Because you are brave, you saved my life, you are beautiful, you’re my mate, you….”

I start laughing hysterically.

“I meant, why did you say that out of nowhere?”

“Because if we both die here…”

Another laugh that I can't contain.

“Honey, we're not going to die! It's just a roller coaster.” I stroke his arm trying to comfort him.”

“That's what you 're saying!” Ruhn argues desperately.

“Raise your arms.”

“What?”

“Raise your arms, go!”

That's what I do, but Ruhn doesn't. When the carriage plummets at high speed, screams begin to echo and Ruhn's are the funniest. I couldn't stop laughing, I've never felt so complete. Full and sincere happiness runs through my veins and I wouldn't change anything right now. The wind whipping through the strands of my hair, the adrenaline burning in my blood, Ruhn's hand squeezing my thigh as he screams, terrified but smiling. Everything is a blur, the rise, the fall, the curves, suddenly we are upside down and before I could recover it starts again. And again and again. Happiness, freedom, fun, love for my mate who agreed to this madness for me, I experienced a real overdose of feelings in minutes, but it felt like hours until the carriage stopped and the lock released us to get up.

My breathing was labored and I still couldn't stop laughing. Ruhn, next to me, with his eyes closed, breathed deeply, trying to find the strength to stand up. My mate threw his head back and laughed loudly, slightly desperately, and it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. The moonlight reflected off his lower lip piercing and I leaned in to give him a kiss.

Ruhn grabs my hand and we exit the attraction as quickly as we can to let the next group on.

“That was…Insane! I never felt like this! Wow, Night, that was absolutely hysteric…’

Ruhn lets go of my hand before I finish and sticks his face in the nearest trash can, throwing up his last meal. I have to bite my lip to contain the laughter rising in my throat, but the other part of me, the protective part, rushes toward him. What a great mate I am, laughing at my mate while he spilled his stomach.

I approach Ruhn, grabbing his hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. It doesn't take him long to get up and wipe his mouth with the sleeve of the shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket.

“Did you have fun?” That was all Ruhn asked me when he could speak.

“It was the most fun day of my life. In truth.”

“Great. So it was worth it.” My partner speaks still breathlessly and looks at me with satisfaction in his eyes.

He was much paler than usual though.

“I think we can go home now.” Ruhn declared

“I think we can face the roller coaster one more time.”

He looks me up and down in disbelief and I can't help the smile that appears on my lips. Ruhn gives me a playful shove and starts walking toward the exit.

I run until I reach him, intertwining our hands. I try to kiss him, but Ruhn avoids my face.

“I'm not going to kiss you tasting like vomit.”

“What nonsense! I've seen you worse.”

“I can't argue with that.”

We walked in comfortable silence to our apartment. As soon as Ruhn passes through the door and takes off his boots and hangs his jacket on the wall, I grab him with my hands in his strong arms. I look deep into those violet blue eyes, noticing the confusion in them.

“I also love you because you are brave, beautiful, my mate and…”

“Fuck you Lidia!”

Ruhn shows me the middle finger in response to my mockery and I throw myself on the couch, laughing uncontrollably, while I hear him close the bathroom door.

[huntressfeyre]

lidia cervos they could never make me hate you

[laequiem]

redemption lies plainly in truth - chapter 3

Fandom: Crescent City

Pairing:////HOSAB SPOILER//// Ruhn Danaan/Lidia Cervos

Rating: explicit

Word count: 2,744

KINKS (non-exhaustive list):  femdom, bdsm, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, whipping, light CBT

“Fuck me,” Ruhn hisses, pulling on his bindings to reassure himself that this is real, not a fantasy. “I don’t take orders from you,” the Hind replies. It sure as Hel wasn’t an order, but he wouldn’t mind if she took it as such. 

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Ruhn fought back when they came to get him in his cell, but it only earned him a knee to the gut and a zap from a taser for good measure. After that, he felt too woozy to fight them when they unshackled his ankles and set him on his feet.

He saw the guards currently flanking him before they put the blindfold on him. A bloodhound and a buff angel, no one who would be a threat if they took off the shackles.  Every once in a while, he feels the angel’s wing brush against his arm. Apart from the sound of their boots on the marble floor and the buzzing of neons, the place is eerily silent. The guards guide him through long hallways, taking so many turns that the map Ruhn tries to build in his head becomes an incomprehensible mess of coils.

Eventually, the guards slow to a stop. A beep, the sliding of a door, and the guards jerk him forward.

“Secure him to the cross,” the Hind’s voice breaks through the silence. “Naked.”

The guards make quick work of his clothes, then push him against a cold, smooth surface. They secure his ankles to something—a cross, apparently. Once his feet are in place, the guards remove his handcuffs. The restraints at his feet must also be made of gorsian stone as his powers are still stifled. Without the cuffs, though, he feels some of it coming back—like a weight has been lifted, a curtain parted to let his shadows stretch.

As if anticipating his next movement, Agent Day’s voice invades his head. Don’t. At the sound of her voice, Ruhn’s knees buckle. His feelings towards this woman are still too painful to sort through, though he has found himself trying more often than he likes to admit. She continues, Let them do this and we’ll be alone soon enough.

Ruhn hates the way his body reacts to her voice. Like every word is a potent drink that he is thirsting for. He wants to bark back some kind of sassy reply about how he doesn’t want to be alone with her, but he knows she would see through the lie immediately. 

The guards shackle his hands high above his head, testing the restraints then tightening them even more. 

“Thank you,” the Hind says to the guards. “You may leave now.”

Ruhn expects them to argue that she shouldn’t be left alone with a prisoner. If they knew she was a double agent, they would never let him be alone with her. The guards, however, do not question her. Their footsteps echo, farther with every step until the door slams shut behind them.

There is a beat of silence, then the sound of heels clacking on the floor. Slender fingers with long nails tug at the blindfold and it falls off. Ruhn is immediately blinded by cold, white light. It reflects against the white walls like sun rays on fresh snow. The floor is white as well, the smooth surface only interrupted by strategically placed drains. Drains for the blood, white walls easy to spray with bleach and remove stains–it’s a torture room, probably the Hind’s personal torture room.

“How many people have you killed here?” he asks, his lip pulled in a sneer. 

The Hind’s expression is unreadable. “Less than you might think.

Ruhn can feel her breath against the side of his neck. He stops himself from turning towards her. Soon enough, she pulls back, the clickety clack of her heels haunting him as she circles him, then comes to stand in front of him. 

From the face up, she looks like she always did on tv. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek chignon, cherry red lips, her brows sharply defined and her eyes lined with precision. Everything else, though, belongs in the most depraved of his fantasies. Lidia knows her assets, and she knows how to display them. A black vinyl corset laces up her waist, covering up only the bare minimum of her breasts and pushing them up to delightful perkiness. Her long legs are made longer by heels so thin that they’re almost invisible. Sheer black hose covers her legs, held up by a garter belt attached to her corset. No traces of the tight skirt she was wearing the last time he saw her–apart from a thong, her ample backside is on full display.

“Fuck me,” Ruhn hisses, pulling on his bindings to reassure himself that this is real, not a fantasy.

“I don’t take orders from you,” the Hind replies.

It sure as Hel wasn’t an order, but he wouldn’t mind if she took it as such. 

“Why am I here,” Ruhn says, his voice too cold to be a question. 

The Hind’s façade falters, her lips thinning, and for a moment Ruhn thinks that she might actually tell him the truth. Instead, she raises a brow. 

“Because you are my prisoner, and it is expected that I torture you.” She says it like it’s a given, like she has no say into it. She probably doesn’t.

There’s a metal table behind her, Ruhn notices then. Straps hang down from the sides, restraints for the poor creature unlucky enough to lay upon it. If she planned to use it to restrain him, though, he wouldn’t be strapped to this… cross. 

“So you’ll, what, cut off my balls? Skin me alive?”

“So creative,” she croons. “And yet not creative enough.”

The Hind turns her back to him. Ruhn’s eyes immediately dip to watch her hips sway as she walks up to the table, then bends over it. She makes a show of leaning forward on the table, propping her ass up and in full view of Ruhn’s gaze. The thong disappears between her cheeks, too tiny to contain such greatness. Gods, what wouldn’t he do to wake up to that ass on his face every morning?

Lidia straightens again, faces him, then hops on the table. With the flexibility of someone who trained for years, she spreads her legs wide. The front of her thong doesn’t cover much, either. Her lips poke out on either side, clean-shaven and moist. Ruhn’s jaw ticks as he starts to put the pieces together and realize exactly what she plans on torturing him with.

Lidia’s hand caresses the exposed skin of her upper chest, following the curves of her breasts. 

“I warned you against coming to the Archives,” she chides. “Yet here you are.”

Her hand dips lower, slipping under the cup of her corset to squeeze at her breast. The movement almost makes her breast slip out. Almost exposes the pretty pink nipples hiding there. Her other hand traces idle circles on the skin of her thigh left exposed by her thigh-high hose. 

“You’re complicating things,” she continues. 

“Did you really expect me to leave you here?” Ruhn asks roughly. “With them? With him?”

“Yes,” she snaps, then sighs. “I have survived this long. I would have been fine.”

Her hand dips to her inner thigh, then she traces her outer lips with a finger. She gasps, and Ruhn reins in another growl. 

“What do you want from me?” he demands. “You’re gonna fuck yourself in front of me, denying us what we both want. And for what?”

“Your confession,” she says matter-of-factly. “Isn’t that what most torture is for?”

Ruhn’s jaw tightens, but he says nothing. A prouder man would probably look away and ignore her, making her feel foolish in her presumptions. Ruhn is not that man, though. Just like he can’t hide his arousal from her, painfully hard and on full display for her, he also cannot hide how his eyes are attuned to every movement of hers. With one finger, Lidia presses on the gusset of her underwear and bites her lip. 

“I’m so wet, Ruhn,” she whispers. “Look.”

His damned fae senses pick up the addictive smell of her arousal well enough, he doesn’t have to look. And yet she pulls her underwear to the side, leaving her whole cunt on display for him. Ruhn swears, his cock twitching at the sight. Every cell in his body flares up, every nerve aching to taste her, touch her, pleasure her. He struggles against his bonds in vain and Lidia chuckles.

“You’re a double agent. You know everything,” Ruhn says. “What could I tell you that you don’t already know?”

Lidia rolls her eyes, shaking her head like he’s being stubborn. “I want to know why you’re here.”

“Why—I’m here for you,”  Ruhn spits.

“Why,” she insists, her voice raising, the first sign of her temper rising.

He knows what she wants him to say. But he won’t say it, and they both know it. So Lidia gets back to her teasing. Her fingers circle her clit slowly, as if torturing herself as much as him. Then her fingers dip lower, teasing her entrance with the very tip of two fingers. She throws her head back, exposing the soft skin of her neck. Ruhn’s jaw is so tight that he thinks he might crack his teeth. It should be him, touching her. His lips should be all over her neck, heck, all over her.

Lidia plunges two fingers inside her with a loud moan.

“I’m never satisfied,” she admits. “Not since I met you.” 

Ruhn grunts. Fuck, he knows. He craves her every minute of every day. Her body is what he pictures when he takes himself in hand, her face prominent in every filthy dream haunting him at night. 

“Me neither,” he groans. “I want you so much, it fucking hurts.”

Lidia mashes her eyes shut. With a cry that has Ruhn hoping the room is soundproof, Lidia comes. Her legs shake with the force of her orgasm, her fingers buried deep in her cunt as she desperately tries to keep a rhythm going. 

When she gets off the table, her steps are wobbly, so much that Ruhn worries she might fall. She stops so close to him that his cock brushes against her skin. He struggles to get closer. To do what, he doesn’t know. But the bonds are tight, he can’t get any closer.

“Open your mouth,” she orders, and he obeys. 

The fingers that were inside her mere seconds ago slide between his lips and he wastes no time cleaning them, a moan slipping past as he twirls his tongue around her fingers. 

“Good boy,” Lidia croons. 

When she pulls her fingers out of his mouth, she lets her nails run down his neck, scratching red lines over the tattoos on his chest. He arches into her touch, but she avoids his nipples, his cock. 

“Please touch me,” he pleads

She chuckles and walks away. Ruhn does something he has never done while fully hard before–he whines. Lidia bends over her table again, but Ruhn can tell that it’s not for show. She doesn’t linger, simply shakes her ass a little to tease him before straightening up again, holding a flogger. It’s short, with dozens of leather strips, some of them tied in knots. The Hind gives it a swirl, looking like she’s quite used to using that kind of tool and making a show out of it.

“I didn’t think that angel was the kind to like being whipped,” Ruhn quips, because he can't help provoking her.

“Not that I know of,” she replies flatly. “I don’t go out of my way to offer to prolong our… mating.”

Ruhn’s nostrils flare at the choice of word, and Lidia raises a brow. Say it, her eyes seem to scream. But Ruhn clenches his jaw shut. 

A drop of precum seeps from him as she takes a step forward and runs the tresses over his chest, teasing. 

Ruhn barely flinches at the first few hits of the tresses against his skin. After a handful, though, Lidia changes her rhythm, making it unpredictable. The tenth, eleventh and twelfth come one after the other, relentless. The next hit slashes at his abs, then…

Fucking Hel. 

Cum seeps out as the flogger hits his cock, the shock of it making him lose control in a way that was entirely void of pleasure. Lidia hums as she runs the tails of her flogger up his cock. The flogger lifts from his skin and Ruhn braces himself for the next hit. When it comes, he groans, and finds that perhaps it isn’t entirely void of pleasure. He’s anticipating her next hit, arching towards her as much as he possibly can. 

Three. Four. Five. His cock throbs, the pain both from her hits and his dire need to orgasm.

“Your moans are lovely,” the Hind drawls. “How many more until you break, I wonder?”

Ruhn growls, and she punishes him with a flog straight on his balls. His body tenses and she hits him again. Ruhn could swear he heard one of his teeth crack, he was clenching his jaw so much.

“Why are you here, Ruhn?” she asks again, a hint of impatience in her voice.

“Because you’re my mate,” he screams. “I couldn’t–I had a suspicion, and when I saw you, I knew.” 

The flogger droops in her hand and she takes a step back. This is the answer she wanted, of course–but saying it aloud, acknowledging it, did more than just confirm what she had suspected. It changed them, a previously locked part of themselves suddenly bursting open. It's similar to what he felt when his sister and Athalar acknowledged their own status as mates, a tether between them stronger than life and death, except that this time it’s him. A permanent bond to the woman standing in front of him. 

Lidia closes the distance between them and cradles his face between her hands. 

“I wish things were easy, Ruhn,” Lidia says softly.

“Come home with me,” Ruhn pleads. “I won’t leave without you.”

She opens her mouth to contradict him, but no words come out. Instead, she kisses him, their tongues twisting in an ancient dance. She slides her hands in his hair, then down his torso, until she finally touches him. Her hand wraps around his neglected cock and Ruhn moans, his head falling back against the cross. 

“My mate,” Lidia muses, her voice carrying a note of amazement. “My mate.”

Ruhn whines when she breaks their kiss and turns around. Until Lidia bends forward and presses that Gods-hewn ass against him. With a devious look over her shoulder, she hooks a finger around the string of her thong and pulls it aside. Her other hand grabs Ruhn’s dick and presses him against her entrance.

Ruhn stares as his cock sinks into her. Her perfect ass is on full display, her lips stretch around him, glistening. As soon as she moves on him, it’s over–the strongest orgasm of his life tears through him and he spills into her with a drawn-out groan. It’s humiliating, to come so fast, but she has teased him for so long that it’s no surprise. 

“Oh Gods,” Lidia moans. “You feel even better in the flesh.”

Ruhn is beyond words, his breath heavy as Lidia fucks herself onto him. He moans every time she pulls back and then back in again, the oversensitive head of his cock being squeezed by her tightness every time she slams their hips together.

Ruhn knows from experience that his piercing rubs right on her g-spot, over and over again. If only she would untie him, he could bend her over, show her exactly how deep he can get. So he does the only thing he can think of: he sends her a mental image of him mounting her, one of his hands braced against the back of her neck until her face touches the ground. Pumping into her as his other hand grips her ass, the image complete with the outline of his hand reddening one of her cheeks. 

Lidia comes with a cry, her knees buckling as her cunt tightens around Ruhn’s cock. The agony is pure bliss, his overworked cock still painfully hard inside her until she slumps forwards, letting herself fall to her knees. 

Ruhn growls as he fights against his bonds once more. He wants–no, he needs to hold her, make sure she’s fine, brush her hair back from her sweaty forehead. He’s utterly powerless, though, and can do nothing but wait as she slowly regains control of her senses and rises from the floor.

She grabs a key from a hook on the wall and finally unshackles him, starting with his hands. As soon as he’s free, he takes her in his arms and kisses her. The kiss melts from a tempestuous onslaught of tongue to a sensual dance, the way he might have kissed her if they had met traditionally and he wanted to seduce her. 

“If anyone sees us together, they’ll know,” Ruhn says softly. “I have to leave this place. You have to leave this place.”

“I’m scared,” she admits.

“I know, baby. I am, too.” Ruhn nuzzles her throat, lazily leaving kisses on her sweaty skin.

An hour later, the guards came to fetch Ruhn. The same guards as before: a bloodhound, an angel. When they came out, however, the angel had no wings, and the bloodhound had a significantly smaller frame–and Ruhn was not with them.

[gccdstories]

Mobile Muse List (11/28/2024)

Since I hate blog maintenance with a passion... I decided to link a "mobile muse list" on my pinned post, that will be a hell of a lot easier to update if/when I take off or add muses, etc.

This is the MOST UP-TO-DATE on available muses, but it's just a quick list. More information is, of course, available on the carrd (mostly) but some muses might be here that I haven't gotten around to adding to the carrd yet, etc.

Hence... the reason for this list! (Also, there is no rhyme or reason to the order. ALL muses are considered open and available.)

SJM-verse

Rhysand (acotar)

Cassian (acotar)

Azriel (acotar)

Feyre Archeron (acotar)

Nesta Archeron (acotar)

Elain Archeron (acotar)

Amarantha (acotar)

Nyx (acotar)

Amren (acotar)

Lucien Vanserra (acotar)

Ruhn Danaan (cc)

Hunt Athalar (cc)

Bryce Quinlan (cc)

Danika Fendyr (cc)

Baxian (cc)

Lidia Cervos (cc)

Aedion Ashryver (tog)

Rowan Whitethorn (tog)

Maeve (tog) **divergent???

Fenrys Moonbeam (tog) **testing

Grishaverse

Alina Starkov

Baghra (Natalia) Morozova*

Zoya Nazyalensky

Lara Fruszi

Empyrean Series (Fourth Wing/Iron Flame/Onyx Storm)

Xaden Riorson

Violet Sorrengail

Tairn

Sgaeyl

Andarna

Liam Mairi

Sloane Mairi

Imogen Cardulo

Bodhi Durran

Wizarding World

Narcissa Black Malfoy

Bellatrix Black Lestrange

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

(Religious) Mythology* (Fandomless)

Raphael (archangel healer)

Lucifer (archangel / fallen)

Michael (first archangel)

Uriel (god's judgement) / *

Lilith (vilified first woman)

*IMPORTANT NOTE: these characters are initially drawn from their religious/mythological roots and beginnings. I have, however, through the many, many years of writing them, incorporated not only my own multiple views and other media inspirations, but also my own head canons to the point that I consider them more as my OWN characters than tied to any particular media or one influence over any others.

Misc. Literature / TV

Penellaphe (Poppy) Balfour Da'Neer (fbaa)

Casteel Da'Neer (fbaa)

Nyktos (f&f)

Alaric Ossinast (the hurricane wars)

Emelin (fae isles)

Creon (fae isles)

Malakai (Kai) Azer (powerless)

Raihn Ashraj (crowns of nyaxia)

Nyaxia (crowns of nyaxia)

Adrian (adrian x isolde)

Samkiel (gods & monsters)

Imogen (gods & monsters)

Isaiah (gods & monsters)

Kaden (gods & monsters)

Luther Corbois (kindred's curse)

Kingfisher (fae & alchemy)

Saeris Fane (fae & alchemy)

Daemon Targaryen (hotd--show only)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (hotd--show only)

Daenerys Targaryen (got--show only) **testing

Original (Fandomless) Characters

Laela Belmont (royal vampire princess) / *

Ava Saint-Clair (dark witch) / *

[aelinfireheartgalathynius]

I think it's awesome that you're such a big fan of fantasy novels, me too! I wanted to your opinion about something. I came across a post where you say SJM's books are masterclasses, and I found them to be solid books, but not uniquely great. Can you explain what in your view makes them great at narrative pacing and worldbuilding, and how that compares to other great books in the genre like those by Ursula K. Le Guin or Jacqueline Carey? I'm curious about your pov, since you've been reading fantasy for so long. Please keep up the great blog!

Happy to meet another fantasy lover! And thanks!

Honestly, I don't think comparing authors to each other (unless it's in a "you'd probably love X" way) is useful — fantasy has grown to encompass such a wide array of writing styles. Sarah's style isn't 100% certified unique, because no art is 100% unique. But her style does stand apart from most fantasy writers, especially ones who stuck to a more rigidly traditional style. I think plot pacing, tropes, writing style etc are all personal preferences. I personally prefer the styles of VE Schwab, Sarah J Maas, Naomi Novik, Kristin Cashore... To name a few. Others might hate all of those authors' styles and prefer something completely different. And that's totally fine. Great, even. (As long as those people don't judge me or call me a child for not enjoying the type of writing they find "good," but I know that's not what you're doing here!)

I stand by what I said in that post about Sarah's writing, but that doesn't mean it was objective truth. My mother, for example, has different reading preferences than I do and would probably dislike SJM. And that's fine.

In my opinion, Sarah's style stands out. I came into this not really wanting to get into the reasons but I'll touch on them since you asked:

Her worldbuilding is phenomenal, but I don't feel the need to write a dissertation about it. I feel like the huge level of acclaim she's received for what I call the "Marvel Cinematic Universe of fantasy books" speaks for itself. She has done something remarkable and, in my experience, very unique. If you don't know what I'm referring to, I'd recommend looking up the ending of House of Sky and Breath (I don't like to post about it explicitly because it's such a world changing plot twist).

Her plot pacing is, again, phenomenal in my opinion. All of her books have that 'unputdownable' quality that comes from an author knowing exactly how to pace chapters to keep readers engaged. It's doubly impressive knowing that the majority of her books are multi-POV, too, so she kept multiple stories well-paced and engaging at the same time in each book. It's most obvious when you look at Empire of Storms and Tower of Dawn: the reason the tandem read works so well is that she was extremely thorough in making sure the plot pacing and timelines lined up perfectly in two books that came out a year apart.

Her characters are wonderfully written — again, in my opinion. Their thoughts, feelings and motivations all feel real and make sense to me. Her characters experience things like periods (including actual mentions of bleeding and cramps), realistic depictions of trauma and PTSD (I have PTSD, so that's not hypothetical), characters that grow and learn, characters that fuck up, characters that are multifaceted, characters that fall in love more than once, and more.

The emotional rawness of many of her characters and plotlines is also something that sets her apart from many authors. Yes, a lot of books can make readers feel things, but there is something so deeply raw and heart-wrenching about Nesta's self-hatred, Feyre's PTSD, Aelin's struggle with her title and power (and her torture), Manon's questioning about whether monsters are born or made (and whether she is one), Hunt's deep guilt, Bryce's inconsolable grief, literally everything about Lidia Cervos, and more.

I believe that people should read whatever makes them happy, and everyone reacts differently to art — there are books that touched my soul in ways I can barely describe, that I see as beautiful and astonishing... And they still have some one star reviews. That's the beauty of art.

I don't like a lot of "classic" fantasy, but I don't feel the need to convince anyone that those books or writers aren't good or don't deserve their acclaim. Just like I don't really think I need to convince anyone that SJM's books deserve respect — her work speaks for itself, and if you personally don't see why so many people love it, then it wasn't meant for you. And that's totally fine. No need to force yourself to read it!

I don't need or want to convince you that SJM's writing is a masterclass. If that doesn't ring true to you, that's fine. It's true for me, and for hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of other readers (over 38 million copies of her books have been sold worldwide, so I don't think millions is a stretch).

I hope that last bit didn't come across as aggressive or rude, it's just my thoughts on your question! Thanks for dropping by, anon, and thank you for asking in such a nice way. A lot of people don't do that. ♥️

[hlizr50]

Chapter 17: Not Enough

Even if Danaan had been freaked out by her, Hunt had seen and dealt with Lidia Cervos enough to know which buttons to push. Which to avoid. And that if he got her away from Mordoc, from Pollux, from her entire dreadwolf retinue, he’d leave her in smoking ruin. Fancy that–she was alone right now.

-House of Sky and Breath, pg. 399

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Hunt is grumpy, but who can blame the poor guy? Thank you all for reading!

 “Forgive me if I’m a bit… skeptical. Surely you can’t blame me if I find it quite difficult to believe that the Hind, of all people, would sympathize with the resistance. Especially considering how much you appear to enjoy your work.”

“Appearances can be deceiving.”

“I doubt anyone is that talented an actress, Cervos.”

“You don’t know anything about me, or my life, or my loyalties,” Lidia growled, her face heating. Because this was only the beginning. True, the assassin before her would likely be a tougher egg to crack than any civilian, but this was likely to be her new normal. Enduring hard stares. Vitriol. Skepticism. Hate. Fear. And she knew, when the day was done, that there was truly nothing to be said that would change their minds. “To fight monsters, we become monsters,” she whispered, a repeat of words she’d uttered to Ruhn on the bridge between their minds. He never could have guessed how true they had been.

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[shadowqueenjude]

Ranking best fictional characters (I only include ones I seriously like)

Hunger Games: 1. Finnick Odair (duh) 2. Katniss Everdeen 3. Peeta Mellark

Harry Potter: 1. Weasley Twins (they're a set) 2. Harry Potter 3. Luna Lovegood 4. Hermione Granger Honorable mention to Snape.

Percy Jackson: 1. Percy Jackson (is that even a question?) 2. Leo Valdez (duh) 3. Annabeth Chase 4. Jason Grace. 5. Frank Zhang 6. Hazel Levesque Honorable mention to Apollo! Kane Chronicles: 1. Zia Rashid 2. Carter Kane 3. Sadie Kane Magnus Chase: tbh I don't remember any of the characters it has been too long. I liked Magnus tho. Twilight: 1. Emmett Cullen 2. Rosalie Hale 3. Bella Swan (but ONLY in book 3) Shatter Me: DNF (I could not get behind Warner, sorry!), but Kenji was elite. Divergent: 1. Will 2. Four 3. Tris I will never NOT be mad that Tris died but Caleb fucking survived. The Maze Runner: I remember very little of this series, but I miss Teresa :(( Vampire Diaries: This is the one with the Salvatores, right? Yeah, DNF. I hated Damon from the start and I could never get behind him, sorry. The Selection: 1. Maxon Schreave 2. America Singer 3. Celeste Newsome 4. Marlee Tames Honorable mention to Amberly :)) Red Queen: 1. Mare Barrow 2. Shade Barrow 3. Cal Calore 4. Evangeline Samos Honorable mention to Farley and Kilorn Warren Throne of Glass: 1. Lorcan Salvaterre 2. Chaol Westfall 3. Yrene Towers 4. Elide Lochan 5. Dorian Havilliard Honorable mention to Papa Gavriel and Fenrys, we didn't get enough of them A Court of Thorns and Roses: 1. Lucien Vanserra 2. Eris Vanserra 3. Nesta Archeron Honorable mention to future Elain, former Tamlin, and Tarquin Crescent City: 1. Ruhn Danaan 2. Lehebah 3. Lidia Cervos 4. Tristan Flynn 5. Ithan Holstrom Honorable mention to the remaining frat boys + Hunt TV SHOWS: Pretty Little Liars: 1. Emily Fields 2. Jason Dilaurentis (I can't be the only one who wanted him and Aria to end up together, am I?) 3. Hana Marin Gossip Girl: 1. Nate Archibald (Serena, you fucked up) 2. Blair + Chuck (they're a set) Do we have the same taste? Let me know how many of these you agree or disagree with!