#The Summer Court

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Tarquin: I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy!

Tarquin: Unless of course, we're talking about my enemy, Cassian. Fuck you Cassian, you know what you did.

#cassian #cassian x tarquin #cassian acotar #tarquin acotar #the summer court #incorrect acotar quotes #acotar memes #funny acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames #acowar #acomaf #acosf #acofas

[animezinglife]

When you remember that Tarquin has no mate (that we know of) and that his mate would basically live a life of being rich and lounging on the beach:

#acotar #humor #tarquin #30 and thriving #a court of thorns and roses #summer court #the summer court #sjm #sarah j maas #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #acowar #a court of wings and ruin

[velidewrites]

Cassian, in a Summer Court prison: How did you find me??

Rhysand: Well, I used my enhanced daemati skills to—

Amren: We typed “bitch” in the GPS and it led us here

#incorrect acotar quotes #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #rhysand #rhysand acotar #amren acotar #the summer court #the summer court acotar #acotar memes #the bat boys #the bat boys acotar #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[highladyofterrasen7]

Feyre: flirts with Tarquin

Rhys:

#sarah j maas #acotar #rhysand #feyre archeron #feysand #azriel #the summer court #tarquin #pro feysand #acowar #amren #cassian

[ae-neon]

The Summer Court

will always be African and Latin American to me

#the summer court #tarquin #acotar moodboard #ae aesthetics #tropical summer court foreva #acotar aesthetic

[slinkywhat]

AI-generated illustrations of Prythia and other locations from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

The Night Court, Velaris, the House of Wind

The Spring Court, Tamlin's manor

The Summer Court, Adriata, Tarquin's palace

The Autumn Court

The Winter Court

The Dawn Court

The Day Court

Illyria

The Archeron Manor in the mortal lands

The Hewn City, Court of Nightmares

The Night Court prison

The Library at the House of Wind

#acotar #acotar fanart #prythian #a court of thorns and roses #the night court #velaris #the house of wind #the spring court #the summer court #the autumn court #the winter court #the dawn court #the day court #illyrian #archeron sisters #hewn city #court of nightmares #sjm books #sjmaas #ai art #ai artwork #ai generated #ai image

[kvitkapaporoti1]

Princess of Adriata

#cresseida #acotar #acosf #acowar #fan art #kvitkapaporotiart #the summer court #summer court #acotar fanart #Princess of Adriata #sketch #A lot of seashells pearls and silk #my wife

[balladoffeylin]

cresseida as bride to eris

inspired by this post by @ae-neon

#cresseida #the summer court #cresseida x eris #autumn court #the autumn court #acotar art

[is-eon]

The Summer Court

#acotar #the summer court #acotar aesthetic #acotar moodboard

[ofduskanddreams]

ELAIN X TARQUIN

edit requests || from acowar chapter twenty-four

#acotar edit #acotar moodboard #elain x tarquin #tarquin x elain #elain archeron #elain acotar #tarquin acotar #tarquin #high lord tarquin #the summer court

[bookishlilcorner]

Gwyn Berdara Summer Court Moodboard

Part 3 of The Court Ladies moodboard series

“So are we strangers, lost in the sea?

Follow the sunset and know you’re free”

Oceane - RINI & Olivia Escuyos

Day Court Elain - Winter Court Nesta - Summer Court Gwyn - Dawn Court Emerie - Night Court Feyre

#gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #gwyn #gwyn aesthetic #gwyneth berdara moodboard #gwyn moodboard #gwynriel #pro gwyneth berdara #gwyn acotar #gwyn acosf #summer court #the summer court #acotar moodboard #acotaredit #acotar #acosf #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #my posts

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Cassian: So ultimately, it isn't my fault that the building fell down if Tarquin isn't going to enforce building codes.

Rhys, sitting behind his desk reading the letter Tarquin sent about Cassian destroying one of their ancient buildings: Cassian, Tarquin said you put an explosive on one of the supporting beams and said "Watch this" to one of the engineers before letting it go off. How does that have anything to do with building codes?

Cassian: I tested it, and their buildings can't sustain explosives. I was defending the honor of the Night Court engineers.

Rhys:

Rhys, suddenly looking more concerned: ....Cassian, have you been putting explosives in Night Court buildings?

Cassian: Come on! I'm not that stupid.

Rhys, turning back to the letter: Okay then.

Cassian: I'm only testing the new ones.

Rhys: ExCUse Me?!

#cassian #rhysand acotar #rhys #rhys acotar #cassian acotar #tarquin #tarquin acotar #the summer court #the night court #incorrect acotar quotes

[animezinglife]

Sounds of Summer

Time seems to move more slowly in the Summer Court, and Lucien and Elain take in every second. A short scene of the two in Summer.

Genre: Romance/Fluff Post-canon Elucien ficlet. Special thanks as always to @lucienarcheron and @zenkindoflove for the continued support. I hope this brings you both peace and warmth this weekend. Elucien Masterlist | AO3

Time has always seemed to move more slowly in Summer. The thought strikes Lucien again now as he takes in Elain’s sleeping form. The sheets are draped over her in a near-tangled mess; her golden-brown waves fanning out around her on the pillow and one strap of her nightgown falling slack over her shoulder. She breathes deeply; serenely. At first, he doesn’t move, committing the sight–committing her–to memory. While she’s always beautiful–the most beautiful female he’s ever seen–seeing her slumber like this tugs at the quieter side of their bond. The side he’s been able to sense in her from the start, and that she’s sensed in him.

He silently curses the fact they have to wake at all.

Already, they’ve slept in, the sunlight and salty air from the massive, open doors filling their suite with mild heat and a hint of salty mist. She stirs slightly, a quiet, content hum barely audible over the sound of the sea outside. Gently, he brushes a strand of hair from her face, a small smile crossing his face as her brow furrows slightly.

“Elain.” His voice is low, still groggy from his own sleep. Her eyelashes flutter slightly though her eyes stay closed, and when she doesn’t move, he leans into her and brushes a kiss against her hair. She doesn’t wake–not entirely, anyway, instead letting out a small huff in complaint and turning onto her side so that she faces him. He can’t help the smirk that forms on his face at that, and he slides the strap of her nightgown back into place on her shoulder before lowering his lips to her forehead. He peppers small kisses to her cheek and jawline as he feels the approval she sends down the bond, and he rests his lips near her ear to murmur quietly before kissing her there, too: “They’re going to wonder where we are.” Another kiss as goosebumps rise on her skin. “What we’ve been doing,” he adds pointedly, and if he’d ever had a doubt that she’d begun feigning sleep now, the color that flushes her ears and her cheeks is enough to confirm her act.

Her eyes flutter open then, fawn-brown meeting his under those heavy lashes. Though she’s blushing at his implication, a small, sleepy smile crosses her face. Mother, he’ll never get used to this: waking up beside her, that subtle but addicting scent of honey and jasmine, and feeling her warmth. 

Feeling the bond that hums between them, peaceful and content.

They’d stayed out late the night before–each night they’d been here in fact, after long days filled with a mix of meetings and sightseeing. Tarquin and Cresseida both had taken to Elain instantly, and Lucien was almost certain that if emissary business hadn’t often called them and if they hadn’t shared a bed, the princess of Adriata would’ve claimed as much time with her new friend as she could.

It was almost funny, Lucien thought, how easily his mate had charmed the High Lords and ladies of each court. How easily she’d found that balance of navigating politics and building trust–the latter of which seemed to fall quickly to the others genuinely liking her and calling her a friend. Cresseida had been no exception despite the watchful, calculated distance she had kept from the two of them at first–something Lucien had picked up was likely still a reservation from what had happened with the Night Court. While Elain had been given as much of the backstory as he had, she had met Tarquin and the princess with an easy smile and manners that charmed them and quickly had the latter gossiping about less political matters.

Lucien had still managed to steal her away though, or more accurately, Elain had managed to steal him away from the politicking and courtly social affairs. They’d made their way to the beach together after dinner the night before and walked alongside the water, letting it wash over their feet and Elain soak up the sights, sounds, and feeling of it. She had taken his hand and half-led him there, and given his hand a squeeze as they’d stopped, watching the sun sink below the horizon. 

When propriety hadn't required them to join Tarquin for meals, they’d ventured out on their own to sample the local cuisine from a different, less courtly perspective. They’d explored countless shops and gardens; several bakeries that specialized in pastries with sea salt, chocolate, and caramel. Lucien hadn’t hesitated to show Elain to all the locations he could remember where the rare, tropical flowers of Summer bloomed, and at the sight of them her face lit up. She had clutched his hand and led him over to one plant in particular before he could react, leaning in towards its petals and taking a long, deep breath to sample its scent, expressing how much she’d loved the hints of orange, jasmine, plum, and amber.

When Cresseida had stolen her away the next morning to talk over colorful drinks, Lucien had returned to the shops until he’d found a perfume in the scent’s perfect match. He’d gifted it to her last night, and the sweet, gentle scent still lingers on her neck and wrists.

He lowers his lips to her neck then and she giggles, her arm looping around his neck lazily and tracing a line down the back of his bare shoulders.

“So persistent,” she says, her voice every bit still as tired as his sounds. But there’s a lightness to it he doesn’t miss, and when he meets her gaze again, she doesn’t hesitate before pulling him to her and pressing her lips against his own. 

The kiss is as slow and lazy as the waves below. It’s coaxing; savoring and slow, even as she angles herself to deepen the kiss and traces his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. He’s too aware of the hem of her nightgown rising as she hooks a leg lazily over his waist. His hands find the curve of her waist–barely concealed by that thin silk–and pulls her soft frame against him. The small sound she makes nearly undoes him there, but he savors every bit of her he can take in: the taste of her lips, her scent, and soft curves against his body as they lay tangled there. He both hears and feels her heartbeat synching closely with his own as his hand trails over down over her hip, giving her a light squeeze that makes her breath catch before continuing down her bare thigh. 

“I could get used to this,” she breathes against his lips, and he lets a small smile cross his face. She nudges the tip of his nose with her own–a gesture that sends a memory flooding through him of the first time she’d done so, and his amusement that had followed. That strange human gesture–as though she’d mimicked a curious, playful fawn–still floods him with warmth. “Being here with the sun and sea. I never thought I’d see the ocean, you know.”

“I’ll bring you here anytime you like,” he murmurs, and she gives him a soft smile.

“I know.” She kisses him again, this time more earnestly with her hand sliding to the side of his neck and down the slope of his exposed shoulder. When they separate briefly, he sees the twinkle in her brown eyes just before she pushes him then, climbing over him as his back draws flat against the sheets. He lets out a low laugh as she lies across him and kisses the corners of his mouth and jawline. When her lips find his scar he breathes her in deeply; his hand brushing her hair off her back and wrapping those golden-brown waves once around his hand. 

“I’ll take you anywhere, Elain,” he whispers, and he doesn’t miss the caress she sends down the bond. It’s as though his mind and entire body react to it, too, whatever deep magic of that bond or their souls intertwining together and offering both a content, satisfied glow. 

“I know that, too,” she says, and she rests so that her face is hovering barely an inch above his. She brushes a strand of his hair off his face, and he traces a strand of hers that he still holds in hand. “I’d go anywhere with you, but right now…” Her voice trails as she shifts, and he senses her intentions changing before her body gives any sign. Her cheeks flush slightly, and he commits the sight of it to memory–all of her to it. His free hand slides down her back knowingly, her scent changing quickly and his own body entirely too near to giving his own wants away. Yet he stays still and he watches her until her eyes pose a question. As her full lips quietly speak the words he’s already hoping he might hear. “I just…want you.” 

He doesn’t wait for her to continue. He catches the back of her neck with his free hand and kisses her again. Softness turns to hunger, and the strap of her nightgown falls from her shoulders again she returns his intensity. 

His warmth.

His desire.

His love.

His mate.

He doesn’t care what hour it is. He’ll give her every second, every minute, every hour he can.

The Summer Court will have to wait.

#elucien #elucien ficlet #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fics #elucien short one-shot #acotar #summer court #the summer court #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #this is super over-the-top sweet so if you don't like fluff with a capital F #this probably isn't for you #wyse_ink #wyseinkworks #soft elucien

[velidewrites]

THE SUMMER COURT || A Court of Thorns And Roses, Sarah J Maas

For @separatist-apologist

#the summer court #the summer court acotar #tarquin acotar #adriata acotar #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #acotar moodboard #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[highladyofterrasen7]

Something that not a lot of people talk about is tarquin as a high lord

Because of how young he is he’s expected to be naïve and in over his head

But it’s quickly shown that he’s observant, and very driven when it comes to equality among the high and lesser fae, even when people have disagreed with his views (like varian and Cressida), and now he’s high lord, something he probably didn’t expect to happen, he has the ability to make that change.

It’s probably why he bonded with feyre and Rhys so quickly, because they shared similar views in that the fae should be equa and having hopes for a better world

At the high lord’s meeting, after seeing they had no ulterior motives, he rescinds the blood rubies, trusting them and their idea for a better world.

I hope that in the next book him and feysand become friends

Also that he gets a girlfriend bc he would be a very good boyfriend

#sarah j maas #acotar #rhysand #feyre archeron #tarquin #the summer court #high lord of the summer court #acomaf #varian

[ae-neon]

Cresseida; Princess of Adriata, Daughter of the Sun and Sea

#canon summer court aesthetic #cresseida #the summer court #acotar moodboard #acotar aesthetic #my stuff #acotar #ae aesthetics