#hunt x nesta

[theladyofbloodshed]

Chapter 1

Notes: This is set after the canon events of ACOSF when Nesta and Cassian go to the Prison. Instead of opening the wards to the cells, she ends up in Lunathion. Bryce doesn't exist in this universe and no magic language beans are required.

Nesta could not do more than twitch her fingertips as an invisible, oppressive weight bore into her, like it’d flatten her into dust upon the starry ground of the strange chamber in the Prison.

Let go, she silently bade the Harp, gritting her teeth, fingers brushing over the nearest string. Free me, you blasted thing.

A beautiful, haughty voice answered, full of music so lovely it broke her heart to hear it. I do not appreciate your tone.

With that the Harp pushed into her harder, and Nesta roared silently. Her nail scraped over the string again. Let me go!

Gone was Cassian’s voice. He was kept out by the wards, witnessing it all.

Shall I open a door for you, then?

Yes! Damn you, yes!

It has been a long while, sister, since I played. I shall need time to remember the right combinations…

Don’t play games. Nesta chilled at the word it had used. Sister. Like she and this thing were one and the same.

The small strings are for games—light movement and leaping—but the longer, the final ones … Such deep wonders and horrors we could strum into being. Such great and monstrous magic I wrought with my last minstrel. Shall I show you?

No. Just let me out.

As you wish. Pluck the first string, then.

Nesta didn’t hesitate as her fingertip curled over the first string, grasping and then releasing it. A musical laugh filled her mind, but the weight lifted. Vanished.

And then everything swirled around her like she was being sucked down a plughole into a vast emptiness. The stars on the floor span, turning white with their speed.

Nesta clung to the Harp as wind whipped her face. She was falling – but into what, she didn’t know. It reminded her of the Cauldon, that endless dark, the never-ending cold. Nesta drifted through space and time until she plummeted downwards.

Her body hit stone, taking the wind out of her.

Nesta blinked, trying to right herself. The lights around her were blurred but there was noise – chatter and distant music.

A bright light came towards her. A long, blaring sound pierced her ears. There was a screech and the light stopped feet from her body curled on the stone.

‘What the fuck,’ came a female voice.

Something slammed and footsteps sounded. ‘Are you alright? I nearly hit you. You landed in the middle of the road.’

‘Move back. Official 33rd business,’ a male voice said.  

Nesta was shaking. The bright lights were still in her eyes. Her hip and leg throbbed from the landing.

‘She’s armed, Hunt,’ somebody said.

The male who’d spoken gave a wearied sigh. ‘Ten minutes left of our shift and a fae has to leap in front of a car.’ He stepped closer to her. ‘Hands up. Don’t reach for the sword.’

Something silver and metallic was pointed at her by his hands. The male was fae. Or, looked it. He had wings similar to the Peregryn that she’d met in the Dawn Court with beautiful, grey feathers. Across his brow was a tattoo. Sable hair hung to his shoulders. The other male was slightly shorter with white feathers and fair hair.

Neither was dressed like anybody she’d seen before. Their clothes reminded her slightly of Illyrian leathers but the materials were different.

Nesta looked around, now that her eyes had adjusted to the light. Nobody was dressed in familiar clothing. People had small rectangles in their hands bearing lights and sounds. The fair haired male tutted and started moving them off, saying she was not a spectacle.

‘I’m going to need you to slide that sword over to me in its sheath. Do you understand?’

Where was she? This wasn’t Prythian.

Where are we?

The Harp refused to respond to her, going mute in this strange, new world.

‘Hey,’ the male with grey wings said, not unkindly. ‘Slide it over now.’

Slowly, Nesta reached for Ataraxia and pushed it across the smooth stone towards him. He kept his metal object pointed at her as he bent down and slung her sword over a shoulder.

‘Now your instrument.’

The other male had returned and collected that. He turned it from side to side, examining it. The first handed the sword to him. ‘Fly those to Vik. Get her to run her tests on them. I’ll bring her in.’

***

Ten minutes. That was all they had left after seven days straight. Hunt was looking forward to a glorious day off but Logan had said they should walk back to the 33rd rather than fly. If they flew, they still likely would have seen a female fall from the sky, but they could have pretended it didn’t happen and finished their shift on time. Now, it meant hours of questioning plus paperwork for what he guessed was an undocumented fae who’d rocked up in Lunathion.

The female in question seemed compliant thus far. Hunt hadn’t cuffed her. She was a skinny thing that couldn’t overpower him. From the spike of her ears, she was fae, not human. After basic questioning, they’d likely call in the captain of the aux from the fae side – and Hunt planned to be in his bed by then. Technically, this female had done nothing wrong except fall from the sky with a sword and nearly be hit by a car. It was strange enough though that Micah would demand their heads if they hadn’t brought her in. He was off in the north, summoned by the Asteri. Peace for once.

‘Where are you taking me?’

He kept his hand clasped around her upper arm as they walked. ‘To the 33rd.’

She frowned. ‘The 33rd what?’

Hunt glanced at her. ‘Legion.’

How had she never heard of the 33rd? Who the hell was this?

‘Are you fae?’

She must have hit her head hard. Hunt ushered her along, surveying her for obvious injuries as they went. ‘No. Malakim. Definitely not fae.’

Her silver eyes stared at him then at the ground, processing something. A med-witch would need to see her to remove her concussion.

Hunt led her to one of their interrogation rooms. The white walls looked yellow beneath the lights and she shielded her eyes from it. It was protocol to at least chain her to the table to prevent her from running, but from the bewildered expression on her face, Hunt couldn’t do it.

‘Do you want a coffee?’

‘Coffee?’

‘I’ll get you a coffee,’ he said, offering a tight smile as he backed out of the room.

He met Isaiah in the corridor.

‘Viktoria’s already working on the items. Both are definitely imbued with magic,’ he said by way of greeting. ‘Logan’s filled me in. Fell from the sky?’

‘Yup. Literally.’ Hunt pressed the coffee cup into his hand. ‘I don’t think she knows what coffee is so good luck.’

Isaiah gave a short laugh. ‘Do you think she’s one of the Avallen Fae?’

‘I have no fucking clue where she is from. Another planet by the looks of things.’  

Naomi was waiting behind the interrogation room, computer at the ready. Hunt waited behind the screen of glass too as Isaiah introduced himself and put the cup of coffee in front of her. From the thin frame, Hunt should have grabbed her a snack too. She wore leathers like she was about to do battle. The sword would explain that too – but not the instrument. It seemed to be a common theme that swords were toted by pricks in Lunathion, however this female seemed not too bad so far.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Nesta.’

‘A last name?’

‘Archeron.’

Naomi’s fingers flew over the keyboard. ‘Not a single Archeron in history. Or a Nesta.’

‘I don’t think she’s lying,’ Hunt murmured. It would be a strange name to make up. Better if she gave a common one.

Isaiah spoke gently. ‘What house are you aligned with, Nesta?’

Nesta blinked a few times then, ‘Uh. The House of Wind.’

There was another click of keys beside him then Naomi drew a blank again.

‘What can your magic do?’

‘I don’t have magic.’

‘Why do you have a magical Harp?’

‘I’m a bard.’

The delivery was so flat from Nesta that Hunt couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

Isaiah’s wings flexed at the table. ‘Will you play for me?’

Nesta inspected her nails. ‘I don’t play for free.’

‘What’s the sword for?’

‘When people don’t pay me,’ she quipped.

This female had woken up and found her dry sense of humour then. Hunt examined her through the glass. She didn’t look like the fae of Lunathion. The majority had the same colouring as the king – red hair, tanned skin. Others were brown-haired. The prince was a rarity with black hair, but not unheard of. It tended to be the Avallen fae who were blonde. She certainly fitted the description for now with a limited knowledge of technology; she’d stared at everybody’s cell-phones with utmost confusion. But even Avallen fae knew how to use technology when they left their misty isles.

‘Which king did you pledge allegiance to?’

At that, Nesta gave a harsh laugh. ‘None of them and I never will.’

‘Who is the king of Avallen?’

‘Fionn,’ she said, brandishing her hands in the air with disinterest.

‘Danaan is here,’ a voice said over the intercom. ‘Sending him down.’

Ruhn Danaan was captain of the fae auxiliary unit and exemplified what it meant to be a fae prick. One day, he’d also be their king. And Hunt could not stand him.

He swaggered in, tongue flicking against his lip-ring. ‘This better be good, Athalar.’

Hunt gestured to Nesta Archeron currently stonewalling Isaiah as he attempted to interrogate her on her origins.

‘Don’t know her,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Wish I did.’

‘Is she one of the Avallen fae?’

‘No idea,’ replied Ruhn in a blasé tone. Hunt could stink alcohol on him. Likely the prince had been with his little pals doing what they did best and partying until dawn.

Sensing his frustrations, Naomi stepped in. ‘She fell from the sky. There’s no record of her family name in the history of Midgard. Nesta isn’t aligned to any house, seemingly has no knowledge of Lunathion. She cannot name either fae king – but did mention Fionn. She came with a sword imbued with magic – and a Harp.’

Ruhn finally took notice. He leaned closer to the glass, nose almost touching it. ‘Her eyes are silver.’

‘A fascinating conclusion, Danaan.’

‘Let me talk to her.’  

It was Isaiah’s call so he allowed the prince into the interrogation room, claiming that not only was he fae royalty which gave Ruhn a pass to do what he liked in the city, but also a member of the aux. When he entered, Nesta knew him. Her eyes went wide then she stared down at her lap, murmuring something to herself.

‘Hi,’ said Ruhn who turned the chair around and leant his chest against the back. ‘Your coffee’s going cold.’

Nesta raised the cup to her mouth to take a sip then promptly spat it back out. ‘That’s vile.’

‘Need sugar?’

She folded her arms across her body. Anybody else would have called for their lawyer now or asked what they were being charged with. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind. Nesta seemed more interested in the security camera and even the lights above her head.

‘Are you high fae?’ she asked Ruhn.

‘I’m fae,’ he said. ‘Vanir. What other Vanir do you know?’

Nesta swallowed. Eventually, she suggested, ‘Illyrians?’

Ruhn gave an encouraging nod and lied that he knew them. Beside Hunt, Naomi was doing her best to search for the term.

‘Who else?’

‘Peregryns.’

‘Yeah. Peregryns.’ Ruhn gave another nod. ‘Those big birds that brought you to the 33rd. What are they?’

‘Malakim.’

Which she only knew because Hunt had told her.

‘What’s Sabine?’

‘I don’t know her,’ she replied.

Well, shit. She definitely was not from Lunathion because everybody knew Sabine, unfortunately. Naomi’s laptop made a pinging sound. ‘Toxicology report. Nothing in her system. Not even a drop of alcohol. Definitely no drugs.’

On arrival, the on-duty med-witch had given her a once over but had not found any major injuries beyond a few bruises from her heavy landing.

Isaiah drummed his fingers on his watch face. ‘We can’t hold her for anything. By rights, we’ve held her longer than necessary with nothing to charge her for.’

‘She’s clearly not from here.’

‘I know,’ he said. ‘But I’m reluctant to call Micah back until we have full specs on the items that she brought with her.’

‘We can keep those for a week,’ said Naomi.

Ruhn emerged from the room, shaking his head. He ran a hand through his long, black hair. ‘She’s fae. Definitely. No idea where she’s from though.’ Ruhn pulled out his cell.

‘Calling daddy?’

He threw Hunt a grin. ‘Not a chance. I’ll keep her at mine.’

‘No,’ said Hunt with a snort. ‘Do you think we’ll hand over a disorientated female to you and your little pals?’

‘Careful with what you’re insinuating, angel.’

Isaiah cleared his throat. ‘Until we know more, Nesta Archeron is a free citizen of Lunathion, not under anyone’s jurisdiction.’

‘She’s fae,’ Ruhn insisted. ‘She answers to my father.’

‘You didn’t hear her, Danaan,’ Hunt said, fighting the grin from his face. ‘She’s pledged allegiance to no king and never will.’

‘Hunt, discharge her. Ruhn, I wonder if you could take a look at the sword,’ asked Isaiah, guiding the prince out of the room.

Hunt cared little for the fae but he wasn’t going to send a lone female who had no clue where she was to the Ruhn Danaan home for parties and orgies. He took up Ruhn’s vacated seat, also sitting backwards on it at the table. Nesta watched him closely.

‘How do you know Ruhn?’

‘I don’t,’ she replied, voice clipped.

‘You looked like you did.’

Nesta furrowed her brow. ‘I thought he was somebody else.’

Hunt nodded his head towards the cup. ‘You didn’t like my coffee?’

‘It was foul.’

‘Oof. No offence taken.’ He began writing out her discharge forms, explaining them to her as he wrote. It would go under a section two; the 33rd reserved the right to question any citizen at any time without reason or without consequence. Anybody from Lunathion would have kicked up a fuss over how long they’d been held for. This one had no cell, no purse, no identification, literally nothing on her person so she likely didn’t know her rights. ‘You can collect your items in a week.’

That was if they found nothing they could charge her for.

‘A week? I need the Harp.’

‘Playing in a tavern?’

Hunt glanced up at her then jerked back. Her eyes were swirling. They looked as if silver flames were trapped within, writhing to get to the surface.  

‘You’re free to go, Nesta. I’ll see you out.’

The walk out of the Comitium was just as interesting. The most inane technology snagged her attention. At the coffee machine, she came to a halt to stare at it in wonder then in the waiting room, her eyes catalogued the television screens, jaw hanging open.

‘Don’t worry. You won’t miss Fangs and Bangs.’

Nesta opened her mouth to say something then the phone rang in the office. That also hooked her attention. She was child-like in her wonder as a malakh answered the phone.

‘That device allows you to communicate?’

Hunt touched two fingers to her forehead. The temperature seemed fine. ‘Try and see a med-witch. Have them check you over for concussion.’

He held the door open for her as she stumbled off into the blackness, just as perplexed as she’d been when they’d found her in the road.

Nesta wasn’t Hunt’s duty. His shift should have ended two hours ago. He was a slave, but a slave who could be off-duty – especially when Micah was out of town. Yet, he couldn’t stop the sense of dread from clawing in his chest as he watched Nesta amble aimlessly into the night.

This female would cause him a headache.

 ***

Seven days.

Nesta needed to survive seven days with only the clothes on her back in this strange city. There were worse places that she could have arrived to. The dungeon had not truly been a dungeon. It lacked the prowling beasts of the Hewn City. The only issue had been how bright the lights were. They hadn’t been the faelights that Rhysand conjured.

There were more lights hanging from towering metal poles on the smooth roads. There were still many out in the darkness but not all of them were fae. Some were like animals with cloven hooves instead of feet or caprine horns that jutted out from their hair.

Nesta didn’t know what to make of it.

She’d left Cassian calling her name in the Prison. Now she was in Lunathion. Wherever that was.

The city was so noisy.

Nesta needed space to think and to breathe so she fought her way out of the densest areas of the city towards a massive river. The sounds of it calmed her. She crossed over it, into the darker area where it felt more peaceful. Nesta sucked in breaths, thinking of Gwyn and her teachings to focus on the inhales and exhales and nothing else. That was easier said than done in a foreign land with no allies, no weapons, and no way back to Velaris.

Something was moving across the bridge towards her.

It made her skin prickle.

It wasn’t walking. It was gliding.

Her hand reached over her shoulder for the pommel of her sword and remembered it had been taken.

The creature made a low, gurling sound from the back of its throat then reached out a grey hand stripped of flesh in places.

Nesta backed up a step, but more were behind her, moving in that same eerie way without a sound.

The air went static.

A bolt of lightning hit the ground which forced one of the creatures to retreat.

The male who’d chaperoned her to the Comitium landed between her and the bulk of the creatures. Lightning wreathed his hands. His hair rose from the static.

‘You will not feast this night.’

Hunt jerked his chin at her, summoning Nesta to him. An arm clamped around her shoulders then he pushed off from the floor. As they lifted off, his other arm swooped beneath the back of her knees.

The motion was surprisingly fluid. Nesta did what she always did if Cassian flew her and put her arms around his neck for support.

‘What were they?’

‘Reapers,’ he replied. ‘I’m guessing you don’t have them where you come from.’

‘We have creatures just as foul.’

‘Yeah. Well, maybe don’t go for a midnight meeting with the Under-king if you want to see the dawn, Nesta.’ Hunt flew them a short distance then landed back amongst the lights on poles. He kept one hand clasped around her wrist like she might run while pulling one of the metal rectangles from his pocket. It displayed numbers that he tapped. His thumb moved down the screen, the words it showed flew by too quick for Nesta to read. ‘It’s Athalar. As you said, she’s one of your kind. She needs to be put up in a hotel.’ A pause. ‘Near the Dead Gate. I’ve flown her near Jesiba Roga’s house of horrors, but she’ll end up wandering through the meat market if I leave her.’ Hunt gave a mirthless laugh. ‘Either a hotel or the barracks with me, but not a chance I’m leaving her in your custody.’

Hunt slid the device into his back pocket. ‘The prince of pricks is booking you a hotel for the night. You hungry?’

The malakh lifted her into the air again to cross the city. They returned to the huge building where he had first taken her but did not stay long. Nesta was told to wait in the corridor outside a room while Hunt retrieved a bag of items. They stopped off at a restaurant along the way while he waited for news from the prince of pricks, whoever that was.

‘Noodles,’ he said, gesturing to the flimsy packaging.

Nesta stared down at them. They reminded her of yellow strings but there were chunks of meat and vegetables amongst them and a sweet-smelling sauce that made her ravenous. Hunt paid for it all, including the drink that was filled with bubbles.

‘Not a fan of coffee, but you like soda,’ he said between mouthfuls.

‘It is so sweet.’

‘Yeah because it’s all sugar.’

Nesta slurped it down, not caring if the ice hurt her teeth.

Hunt pulled the device – a cell phone – from his pocket. ‘Danaan came through. Let’s go.’

The lodgings were nice. One of those moving portrait boxes was hung on the wall and Hunt pressed a button on another rectangle to make it work. He pressed a few more buttons, the portraits changing rapidly.

‘Here we go. Fangs and Bangs, as promised.’

There was a half-naked female on the screen lounging on a long chair near a body of water. A male, equally as bare and bronze, was discussing their relationship beside her.

‘What do all of those buttons do?’

Hunt shrugged one shoulder. ‘Nobody knows. That’s volume. Channel up and down. On and off.’

‘It controls it?’

‘Yes. A remote. Where the hell did you come from Nesta?’

Nesta said nothing. She couldn’t bear to think of the people she had left behind. There was no guarantee that the Harp would be returned to her or it would even let her pluck a string to return to Velaris.

‘Bathroom’s through there. This is a key card. You press it to that black panel on the door handle to get in but try not to leave tonight, alright. I don’t want to retrieve your body from the Istros in the morning.’ Hunt blew out a breath. ‘Get some sleep. I’ll be by in the morning.’

Despite the day she had endured, the sight of the bed with tightly-pulled white sheets was calling to her. As soon as she hit that pillow, Nesta would be out.

Hunt rummaged in the bag that he’d collected from the Comitium. There were soft, grey pants and a white top. ‘For you to sleep in. There are slits on the back for my wings, but it will be comfier than those,’ he said, pointing to her leathers. ‘I don’t know how you breathe in that.’

‘Thank you, Hunt,’ replied Nesta, clutching the clothes to her body.

‘Tomorrow, we will talk. Off the record. About you.’ He swept his hair from his face. ‘I want to help but I can’t if you’re not honest with me. Sleep well.’   

#hunt x nesta #acotar #crescent city #hunt athalar #nesta archeron

[azrielsbxtch]

I keep imagining Rhysand when Azriel and Nesta are reporting everything that happened with Bryce to him😂

Azriel : There was a Daglan asleep under the Prison this entire time.

Rhys : What!

Azriel : Nesta killed it. Oh and she used the mask in front of Bryce

Rhys : What!!

Nesta : Only cause of the middengard wyrm…

Rhys : WHAT!!!

Azriel : *trying to distract him* Oh and she took Truth-Teller!

Rhys : *pauses* Oh….I’m sorry about that Az *hugs Az*

*Nesta rolls her eyes*

Nesta : Oh your ancestors are actually genocidal maniacs….

Rhys :

#prorhysand #pro nesta #pro azriel #hofas spoilers #houseofflameandshadow #house of flame and shadow #bryce x hunt #cc3 #crescent city

[wishfulimaginings]

Okay, just read the bonus chapters of hofas

Ember handing Rhys his ass in defense of Nesta , it's like hearing everything Nesta stans have ever wanted to say to him through her mouth !!

New favourite character unlocked: Ember Quinlan!

#nesta archeron #crescent city #sjm #nessian #cc hofas #hofas #hofas bonus chapter #ember quinlan #ember x randall #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan #house of flame and shadow

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Them:

“Put your hands on the headboard.”

“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”

“Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

“Look at how I fuck you, Feyre.”

“Do you like watching? Watching me move in you?”

“I have plans for this beautiful ass, Bryce. Filthy, filthy plans.”

Me:

#sarah j maas #acotar #crescent city #throne of glass #hunt athalar #hunt and bryce #feyre x rhysand #rhysand #feyre #dorian havilliard #cassian #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #acotar smut

[the-darkestminds]

Bryce is so relatable not being able to explain to Nesta how a single piece of technology works in her world. We don’t know shit about how a phone works, all we know is that it plays the music we like. ☝️

#hofas spoilers #sarah j maas #sjm #acowar #acomaf #acotar #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #bryce #bryce quinlan #bryce x hunt #hofas #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #house of earth and blood #nesta #pro nesta #spoilers #crescent city #crescent city spoilers #cc hofas #a court of silver flames #hunt athalar #lidia cervos #lidia x ruhn

[utterlyotterlyx]

New Pages

Part Three

Modern!Az x Fem!Reader

ACOTAR x Crescent City Crossover

Summary - Dark secrets come to light and friendships are broken.

Warnings - drugs, mentions of parental death (incl some details), ANGST, swearing, some fluff in the beginning

Part One Part Two

Even the night air was prickled with sweat from the packed bodies bristling about in the stands stacked around the football field.

Light flooded the grass, horns and laughter floated through the four stands all peering down on the pitch from their respective angles, home and away. The Stags versus The Angels. Excitement was rife, beer was plentiful, and everyone was dressed as light as possible to be able to at least try and be comfortable in the summer night.

Azriel had pouted when Bryce had met you on the doorstep to the house and whisked you away with a polite smile to him and strong arm around your waist. Though, he couldn't help but smile to himself at the clear annoyance on your face when you glanced back at him, asking him to put your shopping bag in your room, wishing that you could join him there instead of being dragged through the streets by Bryce.

Doing as he was told, Azriel entered the house, asking Mor where your room was and refusing to give your bag to her, insisting that you had asked him to put them away for you. With a smirk, she told him which room was yours, the one with the faded white paint and golden doorhandle, and he set off to find it.

Azriel exhaled deeply as he stepped into the room. He didn't know what he was expecting, but whatever was in front of him certainly exceeded it.

Your bed was a nest of open books and sketches that was pushed up to the far corner by the window. Empty mugs lined the windowsill, the walls were cream and covered in pencil sketches, ones that you had began to paint over and bring to life, and others you had returned to the same cream as the backdrop.

A bookcase lined with literature organised by author and series, some of which had been pulled out like you had only inspected it that morning. Azriel could almost see you floating about the room wearing an oversized shirt that drowned you, with you hair strewn up and a pencil behind your ear, peering at the titles before your eyes with your tongue stuck out in concentration.

There was a white desk littered with what seemed to be ripped out diary pages, in front of it sat a light brown wicker chair, dresses hung up on long rail and pulled open drawers with shirts and trousers drooping from the edges. It was light a cosy, airy, and very you.

"Gonna start sniffing her panties or something, Az?" A deep feminine voice drawled from behind him, he turned to see Nesta leaning against the faded doorframe with a grin as she took in Azriel stood in the centre of your room with a bag of books hanging from his fingers.

"Of course not," he grimaced, moving to the wicker chair by the desk and resting the bag of books on the seat, turning back to Nesta with his hands burrowed deep into the pockets of his jean shorts, "I just don't know what I was expecting," he shrugged innocently and Nesta took a step into the room, knowing that you wouldn't mind.

"It's comfortable, isn't it?" Azriel hummed in agreement as his eyes traced along the walls, "Everyone comes in here when they need to talk, she's always ready to drop everything and listen," Nesta's eyes glistened with fondness, like she too had been one of the people safe within your comfort, "It's like a sanctuary, she has this ability to make everything make sense. It's crazy."

"I don't doubt that," Azriel muttered, his heart fluttering with new information about you, "Ruhn found us today, invited her to the game tonight, something about Eris and Ithan always playing better when she's there?"

Nesta bristled with unease, "Oh, Eris."

"You're making that face."

"What face?"

"The face you make when you don't like someone."

Nesta thinned her lips and sighed, taking a step further into the room and closing the door behind her, "It's no secret that Eris wants y/n, he tries it on with her every chance he gets. Eris knows how to play the game, and he can play it well, I've seen him do it to others," Nesta sighed, perching on the edge of your bed and running her hand over the quilted floral blanket, "Y/N is like forbidden fruit, the only reason he wants her is to make it clear that he can take whatever he wants from us and fuck the consequences. She's one of us, and he hates us, so he wants to hurt her."

"I'll never let him hurt her," Azriel's determination made Nesta smile, a genuine one, they were the exact words she needed to hear.

"Good. Neither will we," she stood from the edge of the bed and allowed her gaze to wander about the neat but also haphazard room, "Looks like we're all going to the game tonight."

Azriel's eyes darted about the entrances to the stands, looking for any sign of you, from Ruhn's height and Hunt's wings, to Bryce's red wine stained hair and Fury's leather jacket. So far nothing bar the stale beer in his red cup was able to hold his attention.

That was until Cassian nudged him, fixing his attention on the entrance to their stand where Bryce was stood, beckoning back to someone with an outstretched hand. Someone took hold of the offer, and then he saw you grasping to her with a large smile on your face and dazed eyes, Ruhn's arm was slung over your shoulder and he wore the same dazed look in his eye as you did.

The group grazed over your figure as Bryce led you up the steps to a free section in the pews a couple steps before their own. Thigh high black boots, that were clearly Bryce's, were glued to your legs, and a forest green football jersey dress flowed down your figure and ended just where the boots ended. That forest green jersey you adorned possessed Eris' signature number 10 stamped on the back and Nesta's anger seethed through the row as she noticed something about you that she had very rarely ever seen.

"She's fucking high," Nesta bit through her teeth and Cassian had to wrap an arm around her waist to stop her from marching over to Ruhn and smacking him square in the jaw, "She doesn't wear that shit. She doesn't smoke that shit."

There was a sadness in your eyes that Azriel couldn't quite place, but through your dazed state, he couldn't quite decipher if the sadness was real or a figment of his imagination. A wide smile worked its way onto your lips when you saw your friends, still hand-in-hand with Bryce who was leading you down the pew, you waved at them and leaned back to whisper something to Ruhn who barked a laugh before sitting down and plastering you to his side.

Mor leaned around Cassian with a frown, "What's going on with her?" Feyre and Rhys also leaned forward with worry in their eyes, "Az, you were with her today, did she seem off?"

Azriel shook his head, "No, she was perfect," he told them, turning to you and staring at the back of your head, watching you laugh at Bryce and lean into Ruhn's side.

Mor hummed, leaning directly over Cassian to whisper to Nesta, "Is it her brother again?"

"Her brother?" Azriel asked, he didn't know that you had a brother, he had heard little of your family at all actually.

Sighing, Nesta turned to Azriel, "Y/N's parents died when she was a child, her mother died of cancer, and her father died of an overdose a couple years later," Nesta looked to you sadly, "Y/N and Caden are best friends, and they both hate their older brother. He's been trying to move Caden across the country for years now since their nana became sick, she's been fighting it every step of the way. Something must have happened, she's usually so anti-drugs, she wouldn't just jump into it for no reason."

It was information that broke his heart, he never would have thought that you had come from such a traumatic upbringing, losing your mother to a horrible disease and then your father to addiction, then facing the possibility of losing your best friend. It made him want to rush to you, to pepper your face in kisses and tell you that it would be alright, that he would fight with you.

"How old is he?"

"Sixteen," Mor replied solemnly, "Harry is twenty-seven, there's not much stopping him from taking Caden away at this point."

Caden. The blonde curly haired teenager you were smiling with that was the permanent backdrop of your phone screen. The blue eyed male that Azriel had always wondered about but never dared to ask of, not wanting to ask the wrong question and upset you.

Heavy drums pierced through the air and the crowds erupted as the two teams ran onto the field, Eris was a godly male, fiery red hair and russet eyes, he turned on his heel, seemingly knowing where to look as he peered up to you, blowing you a kiss and adjusting his shoulder pads. Azriel watched you cheer with Bryce, swigging from your bottles of beer that Hunt had snuck in and leaning into Ruhn's side who swam in the ocean of your presence.

The game was intense, every minute ticked by and everyone held a collective breath as the seconds counted down to the end of the match. The ball was firmly wedged in Eris' arm as he bundled down the pitch, using his brute force and agility to dodge between tackling bodies and push his way through. You were on your feet, tipsy and still dazed from the mirthroot you and Ruhn had smoked prior to entering the stands, Eris' name was leaving your lips in a scream, just like it was leaving everyone's lips as he lunged, grasping the final touchdown with one second to go.

Screams erupted in the stands and beer went flying in every direction, Ruhn picked you up in his arms and twirled you around as Ithan jumped on Eris on the grass below, bashing their helmets together and celebrating their win. Eris looked up at you, removing his helmet and pointing it in your direction, "You're my lucky charm, y/n!"

Bodies began to move, all standing and shuffling down the pews and toward the open exits, no doubt heading to the frat house to continue to party. Azriel tried to keep his eye on you as Nesta ushered him down the steps, also wanting nothing more than to tuck you into bed and find out what was going on with you.

But you were gone.

They had all tried to keep an eye on your forest green dress, had tried to follow Bryce's notable hair and Hunt's wings, but they found nothing of your presence remaining in the swarm of students littering about the college parking lot.

"I'm calling Bryce," Nesta snatched her phone from her leather purse and furiously dialled the number of her friend, demanding to know where they had gone, barking out a rough 'thank you' and hanging up, "The afterparty is at Bryce's, I always forget that she lives with Ithan. Come on."

Music thumped through the walls of the house that was piled full of students, Azriel, Cassian and Rhys pushed the group through into the main seating area that was void of any furniture bar a couple of tables and stands for the kegs that were dotted about the room. Nesta spied you first, and Cassian tried to catch her arm before she made a scene, but Nesta Archeron did not care for precious male egos.

Grasping your wrist away from Eris, the eldest Vanserra snarled and quipped something that must have pissed her off because Cassian swore aloud as she planted her fist directly into the centre of his face. You screeched her name furiously, pushing her away from Eris, away from you, pushing her all the way into the back yard where you stood on the steps screaming at her in front of your shared family that had filed out behind you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Azriel had never seen you angry, let alone seething, Nesta stood on the ground below you, teetering on the edge of world-ending anger.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" They watched your shoulders drop, "You're here with Ruhn and Eris? You're dressed in that pathetic green jersey that I know for a fact doesn't belong to you. You're high. Who the fuck are you?"

Bryce stepped to your side, "Nesta, Stop it," she pleaded, looking between you with worry, confirming Nesta's suspicion that something had most definitely happened.

It was you and Bryce on the steps with Ruhn and Hunt lingering in the doorway, the rest of them were stood on the grass, Cassian was trying to calm Nesta down before she no doubt said something she would regret later, "You're supposed to be her friend, have you lost your mind?!"

Growling, Bryce took a singular step down, shielding you, "I am looking out for her the way she needs me to. I'd never let anything bad happen to her, Nes. You know that."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" You were shaking, Azriel wasn't sure if it was the anger or the sudden gust of cold wind that graced the borough, "How dare you punch Eris like that. He's done nothing wrong. Apologise."

"Absolutely not."

"Nes," Cassian trailed off, watching you barge past Bryce to stand in front of her.

"Apologise. Why must you be so hateful of everyone that isn't us?"

Azriel could basically hear the branches snap in Nesta's mind, her eyebrow arched and she cocked her head to the side, not able to stop the hateful words from flowing from her mouth, "Is Caden finally being taken away from you? Is that it?" Bryce held her breath and you froze, even Ruhn and Hunt moved to your side in that moment as she continued to hurl her words, "I may be hateful, y/n. At least I have my family, yours just keeps on dying and being taken away from you. Is that why you're high, hm? Caden is being taken away to live a better life away from you, to live a life that you can't give him so you're going to drown in mirthroot to forget like your father did when your mother died?"

"Nesta!" Feyre gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as they all stood powerless to stop her tirade.

"At least I have my sisters, y/n. At least my father loved me. At least I have a boyfriend who adores me and friends who couldn't live without me. At least I have a fucking future-"

A curt slap cut through her words, her head snapped to the side and she cradled her check, stuttering like she only just realised what she had said when she looked to you, tears streaming down your face and bottom lip bubbling, "Don't you ever talk about my family."

Nesta's eyes went wide, "Y/N, I - oh my god, I-"

"For your information, Caden is being taken away from me. You're right, I guess everything does get taken away from me in the end," you looked defeated, deflated, broken, and Nesta had just rubbed poison in your gaping wound, "I never want to see you again," your face contorted into heart breaking sadness as sobs rattled through your chest.

Azriel went to move to you but Bryce was on you in an instant, wiping your tears away, turning your broken body away from them into Hunt's awaiting arms who seemed to be doing his best to contain his anger as he listened to Bryce and escorted you back into the house, up the stairs and into the confinements of her bedroom.

The red wine haired female turned to them, glancing at each of them in turn before landing on Nesta, "Well done, Nes. You really knocked it out of the park this time."

"Bryce, I-"

"Save it," Bryce scoffed, "She trusted you more than anyone, Nesta. She told you everything, she cried to you about this, about how terrified she was of this happening, she confided her darkest moments to you and you come here and throw it in her face for what? Because you were angry? Because you didn't want to see her with Eris or Ruhn? Whatever the reason is isn't good enough on any scale," she moved her gaze to Feyre and Azriel, "You should be ashamed of yourselves for letting that happen," then she turned her eye to Rhys, "If you have any decency then you'll get your pack out of my home. I'll come and collect her things tomorrow, she'll be staying with us whilst we help her through this."

Mor sputtered, "You can't do that."

Bryce's russet orbs sparked into flame, "I think you'll see that I can do that. You heard her. Y/N never wants to see that one ever again," she pointed to Nesta and snarled, "I'm not about to send her back to you. We have room for her here, at least she won't have her painful life thrown in her face. Now, leave."

Elain was standing in the foyer of the home, tapping her foot against the wood, a snarl plastered to her face. Lucien sat on the bottom step, head hung low, and he refused to look up once they all entered.

"What did you do?" Elain growled at her older sister, your phone was in her hand, the background lit up to the same picture of yourself and Caden, and Nesta felt herself beginning to cry at the sight of it, "Don't you dare cry."

"Elain, it was a mistake. I didn't mean to blow up like that-"

"Tell me why I picked up my best friends phone to the sound of her sobbing. You broke her Nesta, she's completely broken and drowning because of you."

Elain continued, "You know she was terrified of this moment, you know that she was planning to take Caden in the moment she graduated to give him a loving home. She watched her parents die, she became a mother herself when they did, she promised Caden she'd make a life to be proud of for them, and you had the audacity to throw every broken dream in her face? I'm so disgusted in you," Lucien fell at her side at the sound of her strained words, at the sound of the sobs threatening to take over her soul, "She's been there for all of us, she's always been the one we went to and abused with our own problems, there's a reason she's so good at listening, it's because she has never been heard in her whole life. She begged the heavens to spare her mother, she begged the universe to let her keep her father, she gave everything she had to keep Caden close, she has nothing left to give now. It's all be taken from her, and not only has she lost the last member of her blood family, she's lost you too."

Elain picked up the duffel bag containing your essentials, fluffy pyjamas, your toothbrush, a change of clothes, a copy of your favourite book, your sketching pencils and laptop. She stopped in front of Nesta, Lucien stood not far behind her, "You should be disgusted in yourself. I know I am. I wouldn't blame her if she never came back to any of us after this."

"Please tell her-"

"No. I'm not doing anything for you."

Then Elain exited, slamming the door behind her and Lucien.

The heart of the house was heavy without you there to lift it, and Feyre was the first to move, Rhys' hand entwined in hers, "We're going to go to bed," she stopped beside Nesta, "I've never seen her look that sad. Maybe Elain is right, maybe she never felt heard here."

Azriel understood you then, why you were so addicted to art and stories, "She's a bookworm," he looked to the door, hoping that you'd burst through it like sunshine in a stormy sky, "Any story is better than her own, that's why she's always reading, she wants to escape, to lose herself in a story in a world that isn't this one."

Nesta sobbed, Cassian tried to comfort her but he was also clearly disappointed in the words she had so venomously thrown at you, the disappointment clear as he looked toward Azriel who looked equally as defeated as you had on that grass.

The family felt cracked and fragmented, and Azriel, for the first time, didn't know how to fix it.

Authors Note

Ouch :/

@paankhaleyaar

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[whatisamettafor]

I’ve hit a point where I have so many ideas and none of them are screaming any louder than the others about who goes next.

So, pick your favorite(s) and if you could do me a favor and pick at least one Nessian for March that would be great.

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[dwkfan]

And I also have way too many characters and people I would write about 😭

There are so many I can’t even tag them all cause I can only add 30 tags 😭

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[thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid]

Never trespass on a full moon

Day five: wolf

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Just the two together

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[theladyofbloodshed]

Hunt x Nesta - Chapter 8

The sounds of the shower roused Hunt from sleep. Since Nesta had discovered that her cell could access music at any moment, she was unstoppable. A symphony blasted through the wall; violins were reaching their crescendo alongside a barrage of brass instruments that were accompanied by a flurry of percussion. Then the cannons came as she turned off the shower.

Releasing a groan, he rolled onto his side to check his cell. Eight messages. All from Nesta at various points in the morning whilst he still slept. Each one made him laugh.

‘Hey, when you text, you don’t need to write an address line or a sign off. I know it’s from you because I have your contact saved,’ he explained as she entered with a towel wrapped around her body.

‘What do you mean?’

Hunt motioned for her cell that was churning out another classical song. ‘What am I saved as?’

Nesta paused the music. ‘I don’t know. Plus five zero five eight two-’

He yelped like he’d been shot and threw himself down. ‘You didn’t even save my number? Do I mean nothing?’

‘I don’t know how.’

With Ruhn’s number, he showed Nesta how to save it. He pulled a photo from the web of Ruhn being arrested before he was legal to drink – of course, his daddy had the charges scrubbed but the photo remained – and saved him as the Prince of Pricks.

‘There, now try with me.’

A devious smile flitted over her lovely face as she stood in the middle of the room typing at the speed of a snail.

‘That index finger is getting quite a workout,’ he commented.

Surprising him, she raised her middle finger.

For the second time that morning, Hunt collapsed back onto the pillows, laughter rumbling out of him. ‘Who the Hel taught you that?’

‘We have that in my world.’ She flashed the phone towards him.

His contact name had been updated to Orion Athalar – my favourite angel along with as many emojis as the name would allow. The picture was of him shirtless with ridiculously fluffy wings.

‘You said you’d deleted those, liar.’

‘I’m leaving today. I need a memory to keep.’

‘You’re taking the cell with you to plug in where exactly?’

Nesta shrugged and pressed it to her chest. ‘I will invent electricity in my world so I can always look at these photographs.’

There was no doubt in his mind that Nesta could do anything that she set her mind to. He couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person she’d be if she stayed in Lunathion. They’d stayed up late in each other’s arms talking for hours; Nesta had wanted to know everything about him and the land she was leaving behind. They’d talked about university for over an hour with Nesta needing to know what could be studied, what the fees were, who could study, when it could be studied, and what happened upon graduation. Hunt had listened to her talk about Prythian but most of it left him seething. Nesta couldn’t tell him anything about the place she lived because they stuck her in a fucking house and cut off her funds so that she was entirely dependent on the king and his lackey. That one, Cassian, he’d quite like to meet so he could knock him into next week. She’d grown upset when she talked of her sister whose pregnancy would cause her death. Beyond kidnapping a couple of surgeons and a midwife, Hunt didn’t know what to do to help. The male, Cassian, who forced her on a hike as punishment for telling her sister the truth deserved to be punched. He didn’t like any of these fae males, but this one sounded like the worst.

He'd even come clean about Micah and the awful things he did to inch towards freedom. In a way, Hunt wanted her to be repulsed or to pull away then at least it would soften the blow of her departure. But this damn female just said that she understood why he did it and held him a little tighter.

‘Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

Nesta snickered. ‘Don’t tempt me, Hunt.’

It wouldn’t be that hard to adjust. He’d grown up in a time when technology was near enough non-existent then emerged from a dungeon and everybody had cell phones or were driving cars. He’d cope again going backwards. Anything was possible with her at his side. But maybe Hunt would cause a few too many fights with the fae that ruled her.

‘Just stop letting them put you in danger and using you. Or I’ll fly all the way there and kick their asses.’

Hunt sat her down on the edge of the bed to start drying her hair. She was nervous about him doing it although he thought he did a fabulous job of his own. Truly, he was desperate to do it. Nesta was leaving back to a world where the male that she was tangled with didn’t seem to care for her at all. He needed to show her that males could be gentle – that it was a choice not to be caring. He wanted to dry her hair and take care of her because that was a male’s duty – not fucking her then leaving with his seed still dripping from her.

Vik was expecting them when Hunt took Nesta through a private entrance into the Comitium that was strictly for workers only. Worker was laughable. The slave’s entrance was a better name for it.

‘The sword and the Harp as promised. And I don’t need to remind either of you that it would be a good idea for Nesta to return today, do I?’

‘No, mom,’ Hunt replied, kicking her boot lightly.  

‘And I needn’t advise you that walking through Lunathion with a sword will likely have you arrested.’

Hunt frowned. ‘Danika Fendyr and Ruhn Danaan do it.’

‘They’re leaders of the aux and will be the heads of their species one day,’ Vik said.

Sensing Hunt was about to argue with Vik, Nesta rested a hand on his forearm. ‘I’d rather spend my last hours here with you rather than in an interrogation room.’

‘I’d still be there. We can play cops and robbers.’

‘Gross,’ muttered Vik before she turned back to her computer.

For once, Nesta had left most of her hair down. She’d pulled it from her temples with a twist and a couple of hair pins. Paired with a pale blue summer dress, she was utterly stunning. But his dreams of strolling through Lunathion with her again hit a snag when Micah’s name flashed on his cell.

‘You should answer that,’ she said, peering at the name.

‘I want this day with you.’

Nesta pushed the phone towards him. ‘I’d be glad for time with my thoughts. Answer that. Do whatever it is you need to do. We can meet later.’

‘I’ll fly those to the hotel,’ he said, gesturing to her returned items.

Nesta kissed his fingers then strode into the sun, hips swaying as she went.

***

How many different ways could Nesta try to convince Hunt to leave with her – or for him to ask her to stay. She didn’t want to impose. She’d done that enough already on his life. But if Hunt asked her to stay… No, she couldn’t. Feyre was dying. What sort of sister would she be if she left her in those final moments?

Nesta sighed.

The same sister they all believed her to be; worthless, spoilt, and needing redemption.

A shadow bumped into her arm then a figure took up the seat beside her on the bench. Ruhn Danaan wore his typical black jeans and t-shirt with a pair of sunglasses to protect his hungover eyes from the bright sunlight.

‘It’s very loud,’ he said, wincing.

Children were playing at the park where Nesta’s feet had taken her to. Their squeals and joy made her think of the children who never stood a chance in Prythian; the ones who were exposed to war, Illyrian girls who were clipped and beaten.

‘I didn’t think you would come.’

‘And miss the chance to say goodbye?’

Following Hunt’s advice, Nesta had sent a text that merely asked Ruhn to meet her – and she received a reply asking who it was in return. Then another saying if they had once had a date, he wasn’t the sort of guy to want to settle down and he was sorry.

‘I need to return this.’ Nesta held out Tristan Flynn’s credit card. ‘I’d like to keep the cell phone. If that’s alright.’

‘Of course you can. Flynn will be devastated you gave this to me and not him.’

A messenger otter scurried along then stopped in front of Ruhn, brandishing a letter. Nesta couldn’t stop her fawning.

‘Tharion Ketos. What a weasel,’ he muttered, pocketing the letter.

‘I wish we had those.’

‘Mer?’

Nesta tutted. ‘Otters. We have otters, but not ones that wear little jackets and deliver letters.’

Ruhn gave a slight laugh then folded his arms over his chest. He looked at her, really looked at her. ‘You don’t want to go back, do you?’

Everything suddenly felt hot and painful. Nesta tipped her face upwards, blinking as quickly as she could to keep from crying. Ruhn stroked her bare arm.

‘I can’t sugar coat it. My father will not stop until he finds out who you are. You’re technically under his jurisdiction as one of the fae. Hunt is a slave – there isn’t much he can do for you. If Micah sells his ass to Sandriel, he won’t be here.’ Ruhn winced. ‘Is it really better here for you than there?’

Yes, she thought. Because I can be somebody here. I can study and learn and be my own person without history trailing me. And I’d have Hunt.

‘I have to go,’ she said. ‘I know I have to.’

‘Let me walk you back to your hotel at least.’

Despite the beauty of the day, Nesta had gone cold and hollow with every step closer to the hotel.

Nesta steeled her wounded heart. She held the pieces together even if they felt like they would shatter from the force. It wasn’t fair.

‘How much would it cost to buy Hunt?’

Ruhn let out a whistle. ‘The Umbra Mortis?’

‘What if I offered my Harp or my sword?’

‘It might sweeten the deal but Hunt Athalar is one of a kind.’

Visions of her putting on the Mask or Crown and forcing Micah to release Hunt to her came to Nesta. It was a bad idea, but a tempting one. There had to be some way for them to be together. Maybe destiny was forged by their own hands.

‘That Harp of yours,’ Ruhn said. ‘It wouldn’t be related to the Horn, would it?’

‘Why would it be?’

Ruhn shrugged. ‘It’s just that the Horn went missing the other day. I came to see you just afterwards and you looked pretty panicked. Then Athalar appeared looking sweaty just after there was a freak lightning storm at Luna’s Temple.’

‘How odd.’

‘Odd indeed.’

On an instinct, Ruhn grabbed the strap of her dress with two fingers at the edge of a busy road without a crossing. Nesta hadn’t quite mastered it yet, but she knew not to walk out now – but his care was appreciated.

‘I heard it’s broken anyway,’ Nesta said with an airy tone. ‘It wouldn’t be any use to the person who now has it.’

‘Unless they knew how to create Made items like a magic sword that doesn’t like me.’

‘What would it mean if there was somebody in Lunathion who could create Made items – theoretically, Ruhn?’

The hotel came into view and they slowed their pace to finish their theoretical conversation. Ruhn pretended to stroke an imaginary beard then slung an arm around her as they walk so he could lean towards her ear and speak in a whisper.  

‘If the Asteri knew there was somebody with those powers in Lunathion, they’d be the public’s most wanted. And Hunt Athalar would be ordered to bring them in dead or alive. I don’t think that theoretical person would want the Umbra Mortis in that situation, would they?’

There was no telling if Hunt could disobey direct orders although she knew he’d try. For her, he’d try. And she couldn’t do that to him.

At the doors to the hotel, they stopped opposite each other. Amidst the vibrant colours of his tattoos, Nesta could make out damaged, scarred skin.

‘I’m sorry that it can’t be the way you want it.’

Nesta offered a half-smile that felt like a veneer slapped over a rotting foundation. ‘Do any of us ever get what we deserve?’

‘Maybe in another life.’

This was her other life, her other chance. When Ruhn embraced her, she didn’t know how to respond because the males here treated her with kindness without expectation.

‘I’ll tell Flynn you love him. He can peddle that story about unrequited love to simpering females.’

‘Goodbye Ruhn.’

***

Five names. Five names for him to kill.

Hunt felt sick from it. Sick with himself. Because five on one night was more names than he usually had in half a year. He shouldn’t rejoice in death, but it would shave off a little more of his debt.

He was wrong for it. Wrong for being glad that he could exchange a life for his debt.

Nesta deserved better than that. Better than a slave. A killer. A worthless male.

When he met her in the hotel room, he didn’t mention that he could smell Ruhn Danaan on her clothes despite her desire to spend time alone. He’d let her keep that secret if he could keep his. She might have held him last night and waved away his debt to Micah as something he couldn’t control, but it was Hunt’s action that led him to this point. Nobody forced him to lead a rebellion. And it wasn’t just killing. A single bullet to the head was merciful; the sorts of death Micah had him enact would send Nesta running from him.

Hunt bundled up his grief and disgust. He could hold it back for a few hours. Give her a good few hours before she returned. Let Nesta go home beneath a golden sky rather than his storm.

‘I did something. I think.’

Nesta held out the Horn to him which was glowing with an iridescent light. Faintly, he could feel a thrum of magic through his core.

‘How?’

‘The sword is a Made item. Made by me. I was Made by the Cauldron then took its power.’ Nesta swallowed then looked at him. ‘I fixed it Hunt. It can open to new worlds. It’s a safer bet than the Harp. I fixed it.’

‘If anybody could fix a relic that is thousands of years old, it would be you,’ he said, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone.

Every now and then, a silver flame would skitter across the instrument that she clutched in her hands. The Harp would hum in unison with it. Whoever – whatever – Nesta was, Hunt didn’t care.

‘Are you going to blow it?’

Despite her nod, Nesta didn’t move for a while, just stared at him with wide eyes.

‘It’s alright if you’re scared. I’ll be with you.’ He kissed her forehead and the Horn buzzed between them like a hornet. ‘I’m talking to Nesta, not you.’

*** ‘Ready?’ She wanted Hunt to call it off, to tell her to stay at his side until the stars fell. No matter his warnings about the Asteri or Micah or the Autumn King, none of it could be as bad as what was waiting for her in Prythian. A vengeful queen, a sister who was to die, and a high lord who only wanted her to suffer. It didn’t matter what danger she faced in Lunathion because with Hunt at her side, anything was possible. There was no storm they couldn’t weather together.

Hunt squeezed her knee. ‘Ready. To the stars.’

Pursing her lips, Nesta touched the horn to her lips and blew.

A pathetic, raspberry echoed through the horn.

She glanced at Hunt, heat building in her cheeks, and saw that he was screwing his face up. After a moment, he burst into riotous laughter.

‘What was that?’ He asked between his booming laugh.

She found herself laughing in answer, infected by his merriment. ‘I’ve never blown a horn before. I don’t know how to do it.’

Hunt slapped his thigh, trying to right himself. ‘Not like that!’

The pair of them lost it. Whatever tension had been clinging to the room soon evaporated as Nesta tried again and again to put her lips towards the horn. Each time she pouted or made a trumpeting noise, Hunt roared with laughter, setting her off too.

‘Stop looking at me because you’re putting me off.’

Tears rolled down Hunt’s cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut although a large grin spread across his handsome face.

Nesta pulled out her phone and searched how to blow a horn. In a world where knowledge was at her fingertips, it seemed terribly wasteful not to utilise it.

‘Maybe the Horn is still broken, Starlight.’

But it couldn’t be because her magic had been drawn to it and the Horn had been buzzing with possibilities since.

‘I can do it,’ she insisted.

‘I know you can,’ he replied, touching her leg again. ‘Not looking again.’

Easing out a breath, Nesta formed her lips in the shape her cell phone told her to. A low, well-held note emitted from the top of the horn.

Hunt whispered her name.

Near the wall, a great portal had opened, its edges rimmed with her silver flames. Rather than offering a view of Crescent City, Nesta saw into the library in the House of Wind. There was her favoured arm chair with the foot rest pulled close by. A little stack of books that she’d pulled out a couple of weeks earlier was upon the three-legged table.

‘You did it,’ he praised, stroking her cheek. ‘Is there anything you can’t do, you wonderful girl?’

Nesta grasped for him, too emotional to speak. Her hands reached for his face, pulling it to hers to kiss one final time. Strands of his hair fell onto her cheek as they kissed and she stretched out a hand to brush the inside of his wing one last time.

‘Mother above, what the fuck.’

She leapt away from Hunt, startled by the voice.

Lucien Vanserra stood in the library opposite them, peering into the hotel room, a full cup and saucer held in his hand.

Hunt braced his legs then lightning wreathed his body.

‘No,’ Nesta urged. ‘This is my sister’s mate.’

His voice took on a lethal edge. ‘This is Rhysand?’

‘Definitely not,’ called Lucien.

‘Elain’s mate. The eye.’

‘The eye,’ confirmed Hunt, finally taking in the golden eye and the scar rippling down Lucien’s face which was paler than usual.

‘We thought you were dead or kidnapped or trapped in the Prison.’

‘Surprise,’ Hunt said drily.

They passed the bag through first to test it. Lucien, baffled and muttering to himself, waited on the Prythian side to accept it. Maybe it was odd to keep all of the clothes from Lunathion as they’d have no place, but Nesta didn’t want to part with anything from her week there. Everything was taken from her in the war, so she wanted to keep this.

When the Harp and Atraxia were passed through safely, she said it was her turn.

The portal was too high for her step through easily so Hunt lifted her over it and Lucien, gingerly, accepted her on the other side, lowering her to the floor as if she was a sack of potatoes.

‘I think if I blow the Horn again, it will close it.’

She lifted it near to her lips. ‘Don’t make me laugh this time.’

‘It’s my last chance. I have to,’ Hunt insisted, brown eyes sparkling with joy.

But when Nesta did press the Horn closer, the amusement drained from Hunt’s expression, accepting it was the end.

A single note emitted and the flames collapsed in on themselves, leaving Nesta with a view of the tall windows in the library. She dropped the Horn then sank to her knees and wept.

#hunt x nesta #hunt athalar #nesta archeron

[sweetclassyfreaknerd]

I really liked CC3, but you know what I miss? Getting my heart broken because the Thirteen dying or Sam, or Gabriel. I miss being shooked by every plan Aelin had and fearing for every fucking life of my fav characters.

For a long time I hated Sjm for giving me this emotional rollercoaster. But now I fucking miss not knowing what to do after finishing another book of tog or all this feelings i had.

#cc3 #aelin galythinius #throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #feyre archeron #dorian havilliard #books & libraries #hunt x bryce #aelin #bryce quinlan #a court of silver fire #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan #lidia x ruhn #crescent city #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #rhysand #nesta x cassian #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #tharion ketos #ithan holstrom #lidia cervos

[azrielsbxtch]

“𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻, 𝗡𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, “𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 … 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀?”

“𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲?” 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗡𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. “𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆.”

POV : Rhys trying to figure out how Bryce’s phone works😂

#prorhysand #pro nesta #bryce x hunt #hunt and bryce #bryce quinlan #cc3 #hofas spoilers #cc hofas #houseofflameandshadow

[witchthewriter]

𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝑨 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 & 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑹𝒆-𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅

Okay, so I'm re-reading all of SJM's books (well, Throne of Glass series, ACOTAR & Crescent City) before the new CC3 book comes out. And I've had some thoughts and opinions ... (I would also love if people wanted to share their 2 cents!)

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝑶𝑮:

・Okay, I guess I'll never have the same exciting feeling when reading this series

・It feels like coming home, honestly.

・When the book ended, I just ... I didn't want it to be over, I felt like Aelin when everyone was going back to their own kingdoms - just stay until the end of Winter!

・I cannot say how much I love Abraxos; he PLAYS in the FLOWERS, and he FALLS IN LOVE. Like??? Can we get a lil book on the Wyverns SJM please! (because technically the game of thrones dragons are actually wyverns. Dragons have four legs and a pair of wings, wyverns have two legs and wins that attach to the front.

・I can't picture Lorcan perfectly in my head and that drives me crazy. And I was also againt Henry Cavill as Rowan, but I can't unsee it. After watching the Witcher...

・

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝑪𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑹:

・I honestly do think Feyre is a bit of a Mary-Sue. Even after all these books, I still don't understand why a mother would ask her youngest to look after the two eldest? Her illiterate youngest child?

・And why is Elan planting FLOWERS in the garden? Why not VEGETABLES? Ffs, or at least edible flowers like wtf.

・Nesta ... I'm one of the people who understand her, but also ... coming from poverty myself, I know what it's like to

・Also can Feyre fall into her female rage a bit? I just feel like she has a lot of pain that she's pushed down, and down and down. She needs to ... have more healing.

・AND HER BECOMING PREGNANT GOD REALLY, it just kinda ... I hate that trope. I only like this trope with Katniss and Peeta: that's how it's done right.

・Having two sisters mated to two best friends, but then the third sister and best friend may not be mated?? It's either all in or all out.

・I wish there was some explanation about the magic involved in not only the mating, but also the cauldron. It's all too ambiguous.

・AND WHAT MAKES MOR POWERFUL?! "Her power is truth." What. Does. That. Even. Mean.

・I did like A Court of Silver Flames though. I thought it was a brilliant book about Nesta's healing.

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝑪:

・It took me a while to get into the book, but once I did ... omg, I have even more characters that I love.

・And I cannot wait until the next book comes out! Although there were some aspects of the book that I found boring; like the viper queen (if I even got that right)

・Also the audiobook for CC & TOG are much more superior than ACOTAR. Even though they have a 'dramatised version,' there's an even better one on Youtube by the reader hag.

・I miss Lehaba so much

・And I saw somewhere that Bryce is the long-lost ruler of a Prythian court? And that Azriel might be one of the Princes of Hel?

・SJM does a great job at forming groups that you feel apart of

・Some people find Hunt boring, I don't ... I, well I rank him above Chaol. Ruhn is cool though, Bryce is incredible. Though I hate when I look up fanart of her and it's just a skinny girl with red hair? She's got golden skin, she's fit but curvy, and I want to see proper representation.

#witchthewriter #throne of glass #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sjm #sarah j maas #crescent city #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #mor #rhysan #feyre archeron #elain archeron #nesta #nesta archeron #pro nesta #nesta x cassian #acosf #a court of silver flames #nessian

[the-dark-artifices-trees]

The importance of the number 7 in crescent city

Throughout the entirety of the crescent city series, the number 7 plays a huge role in both a symbolic and a literal way

⚠️ House of Flame and Shadow spoilers ⚠️

7 Asteri on Midgard

Rigelus (title- The Bright Hand)

Eosporos (title- The Morning Star)

Hesperus (title- The Evening Star)

Polaris (title- The North Star)

Octartis (title- The Southern Star)

Austrus (title- unknown)

Sirius (title- The Wolf Star)

7 Princes of Hel/ Circles of Hel

Hunt also mentions that “Type-Seven is only for the princes themselves, and given what this thing can do, I’d bet it’d be deemed a Six” in chapter 29 of HOEAB, when talking about the demons and princes of Hel

7 districts in crescent city/ city heads/ gates

7 “Made” objects *

Mask (made by Cauldron)

Crown (made by Cauldron)

Harp (made by Cauldron)

Horn (made by Cauldron)

Starsword (made by Cauldron)

Truth-Teller (made by Cauldron)

Ataraxia (made by Nesta)

*now while nesta did make another sword and dagger, we don’t know if they possess any magic and they don’t have any names either*

7 members of the Pack of Devils

Danika Fendyr (alpha)

Connor Holstrom (second)

Nathalie (third)

Bronson

Thorne

Zach

Zelda

7 courts in prythian

Night Court

Dawn Court

Day Court

Spring Court

Summer Court

Winter Court

Autumn Court

7 tog books (not including novella)

Throne of Glass

Crown of Midnight

Heir of Fire

Queen of Shadows

Empire of Storms

Tower of Dawn

Kingdom of Ash

Known starborn fae *

Fionn

Theia

Pelias

Helena

Silene

Bryce Quinlan

Ruhn Danaan

*The term Starborn describes the descendants of High King Fionn and High Queen Theia.

1. Also when bryce traded places so Danika would get into the Bone quarter, she said the vow (“I wish to trade my place.”) 7 times:

“She’d tossed a Death Mark into the Istros, payment to the Under-King—a coin of pure iron from an ancient, long-gone kingdom across the sea. Passage for a mortal on a boat.

And then she’d knelt on the crumbling stone steps, the river mere feet behind her, the arches of the bone gates above her, and waited.

The Under-King, veiled in black and silent as death, had appeared moments later.

It has been an age since a mortal dared set foot on my isle.

The voice had been old and young, male and female, kind and full of hatred. She’d never heard anything so hideous—and beckoning.

I wish to trade my place. (1)

I know why you are here, Bryce Quinlan. Whose passage you seek to barter. An amused pause. Do you not wish to one day dwell here among the honored dead? Your balance remains skewed toward acceptance—continue on your path, and you shall be welcomed when your time comes.

I wish to trade my place. For Danika Fendyr. (2)

Do this and know that no other Quiet Realms of Midgard shall be open to you. Not the Bone Quarter, not the Catacombs of the Eternal City, not the Summer Isles of the north. None, Bryce Quinlan. To barter your resting place here is to barter your place everywhere.

I wish to trade my place. (3)

You are young, and you are weighed with grief. Consider that your life may seem long, but it is a mere flutter of eternity.

I wish to trade my place. (4)

Are you so certain Danika Fendyr will be denied welcome? Have you so little faith in her actions and deeds that you must make this bargain?

I wish to trade my place. She’d sobbed the words. (5)

There is no undoing this.

I wish to trade my place. (6)

Then say it, Bryce Quinlan, and let the trade be done. Say it a seventh and final time, and let the gods and the dead and all those between hear your vow. Say it, and it shall be done.

She hadn’t hesitated, knowing this was the ancient rite. She’d looked it up in the gallery archives. Had stolen the Death Mark from there, too. It had been given to Jesiba by the Under-King himself, the sorceress had told her, when she’d sworn fealty to the House of Flame and Shadow.

I wish to trade my place. (7)

And so it had been done.”

- HOEAB, chapter 62

2. Hunt was in the Asteri dungeon’s for 7 years

“How long did they do that to you—after Mount Hermon?”

“Seven years.”

She closed her eyes as the weight of those words rippled through her.

Hunt said, “I lost track of time, too. The Asteri dungeons are so far beneath the earth, so lightless, that days are years and years are days and … When they let me out, I went right to the Archangel Ramuel. My first … handler. He continued the pattern for two years, got bored with it, and realized that I’d be more useful dispatching demons and doing his bidding than rotting away in his torture chambers.”

“Burning Solas, Hunt,” she whispered.” -HOEAB, chapter 35

“We need to get out of here,” Ruhn said, and nothing had ever sounded more stupid. Of course they needed to get out of here. For so many fucking reasons.

But Athalar cracked open an eye. Met his stare. Pain and rage and determination shone there, unbroken despite the halo and slave brand on his wrist. “Then talk to your … person.” Girlfriend, the angel didn’t say.

Ruhn ground his teeth, and his ravaged mouth gave a burst of pain. He’d rather die here than beg the Hind for help. “Another way.”

“I was in these dungeons … for seven years,” Hunt said. “No way out. Especially not with Pollux so invested in ripping us apart.” -HOFAS, Chapter 11

3. Apollion (7th prince of Hel) ate the Sirius (7th Asteri)

“No one would dare say his name, not after the Prince of the Pit became the first and only being to ever kill an Asteri. His butchering of the seventh holy star—Sirius, the Wolf Star—during the First Wars remained a favorite ballad around war-camp fires. And what he’d done to Sirius after slaying her had earned him that awful title: Star-Eater” -HOEAB, chapter 51

4. The slave tattoos has seven stars in it

“For there was also no hiding the second tattoo, stamped on their right wrists: SPQM.

It adorned every flag and letterhead of the Republic—the four letters encircled with seven stars—and adorned the wrist of every being owned by it.” -HOEAB, Chapter 6

“Ruhn spied their own solar system in the center of it all. Seven planets around a massive star. Seven Asteri—technically six now—to rule Midgard. Seven Princes of Hel to challenge them.

Seven Gates in this city through which Hel had tried to invade this spring.

Seven and seven and seven and seven—always that holy number. Always—” -HOSAB, Chapter 25

5. 7 is a holy number

“Seven—the holy number. Or unholy, depending on who was worshipping. Seven Asteri, seven hills in their Eternal City, seven neighborhoods and seven Gates in Crescent City; seven planets, and seven circles in Hel, with seven princes who ruled them, each darker than the last” - HOEAB, Chapter 19

“Micah had left the latter’s body up. Justinian would hang there for seven full days and then be pulled off the crucifix—and dumped into the Istros” -HOEAB, Chapter 69

6. Hypaxia and necromancy

“So this is it?” Ithan asked Hypaxia, gesturing with a hand to the seven candles she’d arranged on the ground. “Light the candles and wait?” -HOSAB, Chapter 61

“It took Hypaxia seven hours, seven minutes, and seven seconds to raise Sigrid.

Ithan barely moved from his stool the entire time Hypaxia stood over the corpse and chanted. Jesiba left, came back with her laptop, and worked for some of the time. She even offered Ithan some food, which he refused.

He had no appetite. If this didn’t work …” -HOFAS, Chapter 48

7. Sailings happen on the 7th day after the death

Don’t come to the Sailing tomorrow. You’re not welcome there.

She’d listened to it over and over, the first words to echo in her silent head.

Her mother hadn’t woken from the bed beside hers when Bryce had exited the hotel room on Fae-soft feet, taking the service elevator and leaving through the unwatched alley door. She hadn’t left that room for six days, just sat staring vacantly at the floral hotel wallpaper. And now, with the seventh dawning … Only for this would she leave. Would she remember how to move her body, how to speak.” -HOEAB, Chapter 7

8. Midgard geography

““Seven—the holy number. Or unholy, depending on who was worshipping. Seven Asteri, seven hills in their Eternal City, seven neighborhoods and seven Gates in Crescent City; seven planets, and seven circles in Hel, with seven princes who ruled them, each darker than the last.” -HOEAB, chapter 18

“Bryce didn’t wait for them before trailing the old male up the walkway as the seven planets aligned themselves perfectly, stars glittering in the far reaches of the room.” -HOSAB, chapter 38

“Bryce halted after a turn in the stairs and assessed the long hallway ahead. When it revealed no guards, she stepped into it.

There were no doors. Only this hall, perhaps seventy feet long and fifteen feet wide. Likely fourteen feet, to be a multiple of seven. The holy number.” -HOSAB, Chapter 71

“She’d studied Fury’s rough map of the palace layout. This area was seven levels below the throne room, where the Asteri sat on crystal thrones” -HOSAB, chapter 71

“They could fly no further. The massive black wall stretched for miles in either direction before curving northward, with wards protecting the airspace above it. Hunt knew from maps that the area the wall encircled was forty-nine miles in diameter—seven times seven, the holiest of numbers—and that at its center, somewhere in the barren, snow-blasted terrain, lay the Northern Rift, shrouded in mist. Barriers upon barriers protected Midgard from the Rift, and Hel beyond it.” -HOFAS, Chapter 70

9. Ithan & the number 7

“Sabine stared down at the seven shards the Fendyr sword had broken into, then lifted her furious gaze to Ithan.

Ithan shifted back into his humanoid body with a near-instant flash. “It’s just a piece of steel,” he said, panting, the metallic tang of the blade lingering in his mouth. “All those years you obsessed over it, resented Danika for having it … It’s just a piece of metal. - HOFAS, Chapter 74

“You have seven minutes” -HOFAS, Chapter 81 (when Ithan was talking to Connor)

#crescent city #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #lunathion #Bryce Quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan #lidia cervos #the Asteri #princes of hel #7 #Ithan holstrom #acotar #feyre archeron #lidia x ruhn #Bryce x hunt #feyre x rhysand #nesta archeron #azriel #acomaf #acosf #acofas #throne of glass #sjm #Sarah j Maas #hypaxia enador #fae #aelin ashryver galathynius

[the-darkestminds]

Has sjm ever written a romance that wasn’t a slow burn?

Rhysand x Feyre

Cassian x Nesta

Rowan x Aelin

Aedion x Lysandra

Lorcan x Elide

Chaol x Yrene

Dorian x Manon

Hunt x Bryce

Ruhn x Lidia

Sartaq x Nesryn

The first time we are given Azriel’s POV, he and Elain are already about to kiss. The romance is already burning. This would be the first time SJM has developed a romance between two main characters off page/from the outside looking in.

#pro elucien #pro gwynriel #sarah j maas #sjm #acowar #acomaf #acotar #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #ruhn x lidia #rhysand x feyre #cassian x nesta #aelin x rowan #bryce x hunt #aedion x lysandra #elide x lorcan #Tamlin x feyre #manon x dorian #Chaol x yrene #nesryn x sartaq #hofas #a court of silver flames #kingdomofash #elucien #gwynriel