from Nightmares to Starfall

Rhys to Feyre: Who I am in the Court of Nightmares... it's not something I want you to see.

Az to Gwyn *probably*: I'd rather you not see who I am in the Court of Nightmares.

Cassian to Nesta *probably*: Going to the Court of Nightmares tomorrow! Please come with me! You're going to be sooooo turned on. I promise. ;)

Some Nessian in honor of Court of Silver Flames by @sjmaas

Everyone: WHAT WAS IN THE GIFT BOX CASSIAN GOT NESTA FOR SOLSTICE?!

Me: (whispers) The key to his heart.

Nesta x Cassian

Neil Josten, Harbinger of Chaos.

andrew: i'll never fall for anyone

neil: opens his mouth to roast someone

andrew:

Idk if this has been done before but this is straight FACTS 

Azriel y Elain

The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares … And the huntress with an artist’s soul.

⤷ @fandomaestheticnet family event ✧ THE COURT OF DREAMS ✧ THE INNER CIRCLE.

It takes her nearly ten minutes to answer the door despite the incessant knocking. In her defense, it is nearly midnight and Lena spent the majority of her day in nightmare court sessions that just about sucked her soul dry. Anyone else may approach their door with caution if some unknown person were knocking nonstop so late in the night, but then there could only be one person who would do something so outlandish and Lena knew exactly who that was.

“Miss Danvers,” she greets in monotone, already stepping aside to let her in. “What a surprise.” Kara blows past like a woman on a mission. Lena trails behind her, as if it weren’t her own home Kara was storming into.

“Your Honor, I know you said we were done talking about the Arias case but I really think-”

“At least call me Lena if you’re making midnight calls to my home,” Lena cuts in. She puts the teapot on the burner and grabs two cups before turning to Kara expectantly. “And we’re not talking about that case.” “Right, yes, Your Honor Lena,” she says, and Lena rolls her eyes, “I know you said that before, but I really think there might be something more to this case!”

Lena gestures to the stools at her counter and Kara sits dutifully down. Say what you will about rookie defense attorney Kara Danvers, but she’s good at following orders - if she thinks they’re justified, at least. “My client deserves a chance at justice, Your Honor,” Kara says in that deeply earnest way Lena’s come to know so well. “Please, you have to bring it to trial.”

Lena pours up Kara’s tea and hands it to her - she knows how she takes it by this point - and Kara sips it gratefully. Lena sighs and rubs her eyes. Somehow, this sort of thing has become normal for her. “Kara, I can’t make Miss Arias go through with the lawsuit if she doesn’t want to. She’s the one who wanted it thrown out.”

Kara jumps up from her seat and begins to pace before her.

“Because she was threatened!” Lena gives her a look so Kara quickly adds, “I don’t have proof yet but I just know she was! She won’t tell me anything, so I figured if maybe you did something-”

“Which would be highly unethical and get me disbarred.” “-Then maybe she could get actual justice!”

She’s stopped her frantic pacing then right in front of Lena, breathing ragged and eyes wide with emotion. They don’t touch, but Lena feels pinned to the fridge all the same. “What are you doing here, Kara?” she says, frustrated, “what are we doing?”

Kara swallows and Lena finds herself watching the movement of her throat.

“I’m trying to help my client, Your Honor. I always am.”

Her voice is heavier now. Like they’re talking about more than just the courtroom. “And that means showing up at my house in the middle of the night? Do you really think that’s something people do?”

she says, and almost immediately realizes her mistake when she sees Kara’s expression. When she hears Kara’s awkward, loaded laugh. “What, you mean you don’t just let every lawyer in your court come visit you at home?”

It’s like something is pulling Kara closer, like her legs haven’t moved an inch yet suddenly they are there, nearly chest to chest. Lena laughs a rough sort of laugh, and she knows Kara can feel it against her face.

“No, Miss Danvers, only you. Which makes me think we’re doing something we shouldn’t.”

They’ve never acknowledged it. Not in the years of courtroom banter, not in the months of Kara banging on her door at all hours of the night. Never has Lena recognized out loud that something was happening here. Kara moves ever so closer to her and quietly says,

“I don’t think that’s true. It always feels like the right thing to do, seeing you.” Lena’s back bumps against the fridge door. She hadn’t even realized she was backing up. What space she had left behind was quickly, seamlessly filled by Kara. “Lena, I want-” Kara starts, only for her phone to go off with a loud rendition of Pharrell’s Happy. They jump apart and Kara fumbles to pull her phone out while Lena presses a hand to her heart in hopes that it will calm back down after the mistake they so nearly made together. She tunes in to Kara’s excitement on her call. Apparently, Miss Arias changed her mind about dropping the lawsuit. The genuine, overjoyed expression on Kara’s face did nothing to help the still racing beat of her heart. Nor did it help when Kara excitedly exclaimed, “I gotta go back to the office! There’s so much I have to do!” and, without a thought or hesitation, pressed a firm kiss to Lena’s cheek before practically skipping from her home.

Leaving Lena there alone in her kitchen with a hand still pressed to her racing heart, two empty tea glasses on the table, and an impending sense of doom as she realizes how much trouble she’s in for with Miss Kara Danvers in her court.

After 50yrs trapped under the mountain, Rhysand finally made it home. Finally had the chance to see his brothers again...

His eyes gleamed, and he buried his face between my breasts again, hands caressing my back. “I love you,” he breathed. “More than life, more than my territory, more than my crown.

I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares.

He led me the few steps onto the dais—to the throne. He sat, smiling faintly at his monstrous court. He owned every inch of the throne. These people. And with a tug on my waist, he perched me on his lap.

@faenet event: objects –> High Lady Feyre’s crown collection

Rhys had crowned me at each and every meeting and function we’d had, long before I was his mate, long before I was his High Lady. Even Under the Mountain.

…

Carved into the rock was an entire wall of crowns. They each had their own resting place, lined with black velvet, each illuminated by-

“Glowworms,“ Rhys told me

…

“Pick whichever crown you like.“

“I can’t just-take one.“

“You most certainly can. They belong to you.“

(Image courtesy: Pinterest)

amazing pictures by @jopainter

WIP sketch~ I’ve started drawing this Court of Nightmares scene twice now, in different ways, and abandoned it each time. Third time’s a charm?

Rhysand’s throne in the Court of Nightmares! (Unfortunately not filled with our High Lord and badass heroine, but I wanted to draw the darn chair, okay? :P) It’s really uncomfortable looking on purpose. I feel like the Court of Nightmares is so nasty and stiff, the throne had to imitate that idea. Velaris is so comfy and cozy, so I bet everything in the Court of Nightmares is unnecessarily pointy and impractical. I like to imagine Rhys was always complaining about it to whoever’d listen after a visit there. (And trying to bum backrubs off of Mor when he got back.)