#post hosab

[freyjas-musings]

Hosts - Are Bryce and Hunt Mates like mates mates

SJM - Yes they are mates and endgame

People in my comment section - He is her mate .... but is she his ????

Me - speechless basically

[hlizr50]

I hope you're ready for some RuhnLidia ANGST!!!

This idea came to me whilst chatting with @headcanonheadcase and @highladyofillyria about the Pack Darling books by Lola Rock. Highly recommend, in case you haven't read.

I hope you enjoy a bit of a darker, more angsty take on Lidia post-HOSAB.

Read it on AO3 or below!

Ruhn heaved a sigh of relief as he loosened his tie and unhooked the top button of his crisp collared shirt. He felt stifled by the formalwear, and even more so by the event that had required it.

Lidia Cervos had been awarded the Medal of Honor for her service during the Asteri War and in the volatile time after. It was the first time Ruhn had seen her since the Eternal City. Since she’d looked at him with dark, haunted eyes and traced her fingers over the fuzz that had grown in since his hair had been shorn to his scalp. 

Since she’d hurriedly unlocked his shackles and told him to run.

Lidia Cervos looked like Hel.

Her formal military regalia hung limply from her shoulders, not filled out with sensual curves of muscle and flesh like they used to be, though the silver torque still curved around her neck. Her fists had remained clenched so tightly her knuckles were white through the entirety of the presentation. Her pale, sunken cheeks were devoid of makeup and life, and her unpainted lips tight and curved into a frown. Sleeplessness had bruised the flesh under dark, dead eyes.

And her hair.

It stuck out in haphazard chunks, as if shears had been taken to it in handfuls, and there had been no attempt by her or anyone else to control it. It was so unlike the cool and collected agent he’d known, and so unlike the confident beast she’d also been.

Lidia Cervos looked like a dead woman walking.

The image, seared into his mind, made his chest ache. It fit perfectly next to the echo of her broken voice, calling to him as he built the walls that shut her out as his sister ran to another world. And both of those memories snuggled up with the feeling of her fingertips against his shaven head and his cheek as those golden eyes glimmered with unshed tears and a wordless apology rippled in the chasm between them.

Ruhn’s hand combed through his hair, which had grown down just below his chin, his fingers lingering and rubbing the ends absently as he tugged the tie clean away from his neck.

He’d just stepped into the living room, on the way to the liquor waiting in the kitchen, when a soft knock on the door stopped him in his tracks. The tingling sensation at his nape and the faint tug against his rib told him what he could’ve looked through the doorbell camera to see. And when he swung the door wide he was unsurprised to find Lidia Cervos on the other side. Her posture was straight and proud, in spite of the exhaustion in her gaze. In her black fatigues and faded black v-neck she looked almost like the female that the world had feared before they learned her truth, though even these were baggy and ill-fitting. 

Ruhn didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to greet the female who’d stolen his heart before he violently wrenched it from her hands. How long had it been since they’d been face to face? Nearly a year?

“I have something for you,” she murmured, looking squarely into his chest. His indigo gaze traced her outline, catching on the black duffel she held in her left hand. With a single dip of his chin he stepped to the side and gestured for her to enter. Lidia led him into the living room and then gestured for him to sit on the couch. She remained standing, stoic and silent, on the opposite side of the coffee table.

Then, without words or fanfare, she knelt and unzipped the bag. To the Valbaran prince’s unholy fascination, she fished out bundle after bundle of what looked like…

Hair?

Gold and auburn and onyx and chocolate brown, each handful tied with a string with a little white tag. Some were wavy, some straight and silky. One bundle was longer than his forearm, though most were considerably shorter. Ruhn leaned forward with furrowed brows, reaching for the tag attached to a fistful of blonde waves.

‘Pollux Antonius’

Holy. Fuck.

He tipped the tag of the next bundle: pin straight strands of darkest night.

‘Castor Scelus’

The Hawk.

Ruhn’s eyes snapped to the woman across from him as she stared at the macabre collection.

“I… what is this?”

“Everyone who hurt you, or ordered it. They’re all dead, save for one, though I wasn’t always the one dealing it.” Through her lashes, the former prince could see something glimmering in her stare — something dark and deranged and satisfied.

At least it was… something. But it still put him on edge.

He looked down the line, reading each tag, lungs stuttering when he read through six names that required no surname:

‘Austrus’

‘Eosphoros’ 

‘Hesperus’

‘Octartis’ 

‘Polaris’

‘Rigelus’

The Asteri.

Deep down he’d known the shifter had been involved when their bodies had been found, each with hair shorn to the scalp. She may not have dealt the final blow to all of them in the war — though she had likely killed one or two — but she had ensured their final humiliation.

The proof was there before his very eyes.

Then his attention fell upon the last bundle: the longest, still shining as if it had been spun from the sun itself. There was something unsettling about its beauty, about the urge he felt to run his fingers through it. But when he reached, he only touched the tag, and the name there sent his heart into his stomach.

‘Lidia Cervos’

When his gaze whipped back to her, they met smoldering liquid gold. Her stare was unwavering. Powerful.

“They’re all dead, save for one.”

“I never apologized to you. For the secrets I kept. For the things I did.” On a soft sigh she rose to her feet, the duffel forgotten. “You deserved so much more than I could ever give you. If I were stronger, I would have taken my own life just as I took theirs.” Her chin jerked toward the coffee table and where he sat, frozen with shock.

Lidia Cervos headed toward the door.

Ruhn stared at the grim collection of trophies strewn across the table. At the long golden ponytail that had been part of self-imposed penitence of a woman who had given all of herself. All he could hear was the echo of his name, the pounding of her fists against glittering adamant walls, the snick of cameras as she grimly accepted an honor she didn’t believe she deserved. He was blinded by her unkempt appearance and her empty gaze and the blur of tangled tresses of red and brown and black blonde.

And then… clarity.

“You remind me that I’m alive.”

It was the click of the closing door that spurred him. He leapt from the couch and reached the entryway in three colossal strides, throwing the door wide.

Ruhn’s large hand circled the shifter’s wrist before she’d made it to the bottom of the front steps, and she froze.

“Day…?” He whispered, praying that a sliver of her had survived. That would be enough — a seed that he could cultivate with comfort and love and understanding and forgiveness.

Silence.

He gave her a gentle tug, turning her body toward him. Her eyes were trained on the ground, so he palmed her cheeks and lifted her face to his.

“Lidia,” he breathed. Her name was foreign on his tongue. Rich and exotic and perfect. Gods, why hadn’t he said it before? Her eyes shot to his, wide and glassy, with the tiniest glitter of life.

That was all he needed to see.

Dipping his chin, he claimed her lips. The kiss was charged with everything he’d forgotten about how special she was — strong and capable and stubborn and beautiful. Something sparked inside him, a warm glow filling the void in his chest where she had been missing since that first day he’d shut her out.

The shifter pushed against him, breaking the kiss with a whimper.

“Ruhn… I…” she choked out before taking a shuddering breath. “I don’t deserve you.”

The Valbaran prince chuckled softly, his lips quirking into a gentle grin.

“I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine.”

He kissed her again before sweeping her into his arms and taking her inside. They had a lot to talk about. A lot of healing to do.

Ruhn was determined to make her smile again.

She’d killed for him.

Now he would bring her back from the brink.

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[azrielsbxtch]

Azriel Highlights from Chapter 72😁

When Truth-Teller entered the chat…

Bryce’s first impression of him…

Azriel being exasperated 😂I need more of this PLEASE…

[harperbrynne]

Bryce: Omg, I love your acrylics!

Tamlin: …

[imwritingthesewords]

Nesta and Bryce are going to be BFFs

Vacuuming up your enemy like it never happened is such a Nesta thing to do.

[adifferentshadeofgrey]

Urd.. as in Wyrd? SJM really named their goddess Wyrd and it took me until the end of HOSAB to catch it??? And she’s also probably The Mother and the Cauldron???

[ladiesofroses]

HOFAS Theory: 1/?

Listening to HOSAB for the first time (physically read it twice) to prep for HOFAS. Got to the part where Ruhn is explaining what happened during his and Flynn & Dec’s Ordeal. He mentioned that the star sword was buried with someone inside a cave on Avallen.

Is it possible that this is where Pyrthain fae first entered the Midgard? Since Avallen has similar social structures and traditions with a Pyrthian court, it tracks that this area definitely descended from Pyrthian Fae. Dusk Court maybe?

Also, if anyone wants to talk theories/disproving theories, please dm me. My bsf hasn’t read CC so I’m dying to talk to someone about the first two books.

[mystical-blaise]

Bryce and HoW Gang Fic Rec

With the reveal of HOFAS and the exclusive scenes causing a stir, especially that Walmart scene, I thought I'd take a moment to shout out to one of my fav Bryce and the HoW gang fics. It's a fun little what-if imaginative post-HOSAB goodness. Gwyn and Bryce - Ultimate Bestiny (oh, and Az is there, too) by HLizR50 on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/series/2783482 This short series is a DELIGHT!

[gwynrieldreams]

"CORMAC IS STILL ALIVE" I scream as I'm dragged into the psych ward.

[whyshouldihaveanam3]

Eris and Ruhn bonding over their Daddy Issues

[darkbananaaaz]

SJM :: "It should be pretty clear who the next ACOTAR book is about when you read [ACOSF]."

🦇🌸 :: IT'S ELAINS BOOK NEXT! IT'S SO OBVIOUS!! Anyone who says different doesn't have any reading comprehension.

(NOT trying to be mean. Just what I've seen amongst different socials.)

SJM ::

Silver Flames

Azriel has a larger role than he's had thus far.

Azriel has a Bonus Chapter in his POV.

Sky and Breath

Azriel is the one to find and bring Bryce to the rest of our ACOTAR gang.

Azriel owning the dagger that is in the fae prophecy of the two blades in the Crescent City series.

(Minor House of Flame and Shadow Spoilers Below)

Flame and Shadow

Azriel has even a larger roll in just part one alone than even Silver Flames.

Azriel featured in TWO of HOFAS's Bonus Chapters. One of them with actual dialogue.

Azriel has a connection to Enalius.

Azriel lost Truth Teller when Bryce stole it to bring it to Midguard with her.

Now, I am not saying they're wrong, but if someone can calmly explain the evidence that points to the next book being Elains? Because from the looks of it? It's definitely going to be Azriels

.... loath as I am to admit. I don't like him..

[freyjas-musings]

Some DayNight gold from my dearest friend @nightsgazer 💛 ✨️ 🌗

Repost Not Allowed

Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

[stargirlbryce]

"What blinds an oracle, Bryce Quinlan?"

[azrielsbxtch]

Considering there’s going to be more Crescent City books I’m betting the next book will be a Ruhnlidia book which makes me think their relationship won’t be healed in HOFAS.

There’ll probably be a lot of angst and tension but also a lot of pain and trauma from the Asteri Dungeons, the War, Ruhn reconciling the fact that Day is the Hind….

Oh my babies😩

PS : I’d also love an Aidas book

[harperbrynne]

Do you guys ever think about SJM saying what goes on in the dungeons might be too much and she’d have to see what her editor said about it

Timestamp: about 5:53-6:42

[curiousity-cell]

NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. IVE HAD ENOUGH. bryce would NOT do this!!!! bryce would hate you for even INSINUATING she’d do this!!!!!!! elain is juniper equivalent, bryce is BEST FRIENDS with juniper. therefore she’d ADORE ELAIN

sorry i’m fucking fuming sometimes this fandom drives me fucking nuts i cant stand it

all this for fucking bat boy no.3. god

& out of fucking spite i’ve decided every time i see one of these takes i’m making an elain & bryce bffs headcanon 💞

no.1: bryce teaches elain new recipes from lunathion