#high lord of summer

[velidewrites]

ACOTAR CHARACTERS || TARQUIN

For @ladyelain

[norwigianbluefairy]

Summer Court.

[bubbleblower]

I will not be taking any questions

[surielstea]

Water and Wings

Pairing: Rhysand x Summer court!Reader

Summary: Rhysand can’t control himself when you touch his wings

Warnings: 18+ | Minors DNI | Smut | p in v | riding | praise kink l use of pet names (baby/darling) | dom!Rhys | sub!reader | slight wing play | Rhys uses his daemati powers | oral, f & m receiving briefly | creampie (?)

2.4k words

A/N: i need him

The warm water envelopes my body in an inviting manner, reminding me of my home court. I raise my hand to hover over the waters surface, then watch as small streams sprout up from the undisturbed water, creating a small fountain. I smile slightly at the creation before dropping my hand and allowing it to drop back into the water. I swirl a finger under the water, creating tendrils of water to shoot up into the air and swirl around me, the movement of them fluid and serpent like.

"What are you doing?" The voice makes me jump and the water I was controlling shoots out towards the figure. Violet eyes widen and Rhysand swerves the attack, the water splashing onto the wall behind him. I pale when I recognize it was only my mate.

"You scared me." I flush and he chuckles, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking towards the edge of the sunken in tub, so large it seemed more like a pool. But he knew how much I enjoyed soaking in the water so he had this basin installed the moment we got our own home. "I was looking for you." He stares and I slide over to the edge of the tub where he stands, my arms propping up on the edge and looking up, up, up at him.

"Did you miss me?" I tilt my head. "Of course my darling." He nods, and though the lighthearted sentiment has a small smile tugging at his lips I could see exhaustion roaming in his violet eyes. "Why don't you join me in here?" I offer. His brows raise a fraction. My eyes flick back to the dark, large wings at his back. He didn't want to conceal them today. "I'll let you wash me." I coerce and that has him listening, a familiar glimmer returns to his irises and I can't help but smile in triumph. "Come on Rhysie." I tease and he scoffs at the name, looking away from me. So I stand, the surface now covering my waist down. He shamelessly stares at my breasts as water slides and drips from the peaks of them.

"I'll even wash your wings." I promise, giving him a cheeky smile. "How can I deny that?" He asks rhetorically as he begins to untie his leathers. I watch shamelessly, relishing in every inch of golden tan skin he revealed. I've seen him naked more times than I can count but, cauldron boil me, it never gets old.

He discards his top and I stare right at his chest, his abdomen looking as if it's been carved straight from the gods themselves, his arms that rippled with rivers of muscle. I grin wildly as he quickly discards his pants and takes the steps down into the steaming bath. Before I can say anything he wraps his arms around my damp body, pulling me flush against his warm chest. "How was work?" I asked with a soft tone. His gaze dips from my eyes to my smile. "I don't want to talk about work." He shakes his head, then dips down and presses his lips onto mine, granting an open mouth kiss. His tongue slides over my own in a practiced maneuver, my bare chest pressed solidly against his, my arms coming to rest on his broad shoulders as I clasped my hands behind his neck. I parted my lips for his an easier access and he seized the moment, his tongue exploring any place it could find.

My hands run along the pane of his neck, his shoulder blades, the knotted muscle in the area between his wings where his tattoo lies. "You're tense honey," I hum as soon as he pulls away, his lips moving to my jaw instead where he trails light kisses. "Am I?" He asked and I nod, his head dipping down just beneath my jaw so he could begin work on the exposed column of my neck. "Mhm, maybe I'll give you a massage when we get out?" I offer and he detached from my neck, looking to me. "That sounds nice." He nods, pulling me up and onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

I reach up and run my hands through his black hair, pushing back the dark strands from his face, due to the water from my wet hands the style stayed, if not for one strand that defied all laws of gravity and stayed hanging in front of his forehead. "I like when you play with my hair." He smiles contentedly while I continue dragging my hands through it, occasionally scratching his scalp and pulling small groans from him.

I grin as his head tilted back in pleasure, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss against the column of his neck, trailing them down the line of his throat before finding his Adam's apple and placing a lasting kiss there, my tongue flicking over the sensitive area and he swallowed, making his throat under my lips bob. I grin and back away, he lifts his head and looks down to me.

"I was promised a wing washing?" He raises a brow and I smile, removing my hands from his hair and dipping them down into the water on either side of his torso. Using my power I will a part of the water we soaked in to stroke up the membrane of his wings before pouring the liquid down the backs of them like a waterfall, cascading from the most sacred part of him.

Along with the movements of the water I reached forward and brushed the back of my fingers along the inside of the membrane. He grunted in constrained passion and I grinned, making it my mission to release whatever he was trying to hold in. I urge the water to run over his wings with a little more pressure, then run my fingers right over one of his older scars. "Darling," He lowly growls with lowered brows, the look that had my legs clenching. "Yes Rhys?" I ask innocently. "Don't— fuck, baby." He gets cut off with his own sigh as I stroke my fingers down a particular vein.

His large hands grip tightly onto my hips, callouses scraping against my soft skin as he pulled me closer, my chest pressed to his and— a gasp leaves my lips as I feel his length hard and throbbing against my stomach. "Do you see what you do to me?" His head lifts, then dips down into my neck. I continue my touch on the most sensitive area of his wing and he attaches his mouth onto my throat, sucking and biting at the tender area.

Every time he nipped the delicate skin he soothed it over with a slow swipe of his tongue. "Rhys," I sigh out while steadily grinding my hips down on nothing, craving any sort of friction. His wings twitch at the sounds and he sucks at the area of my throat so much harder. "Ride me." He commands in a voice one could only discern to be coming from a high lord. I whine when he continues torturing my sore neck.

He pulls back and his nails dig into my sides, catching my attention. I look into his violet eyes, glazed over with pure lust. "Be a good girl and ride me." He demanded, his voice only a whisper but it carried more dominance than an army of the strongest soldiers. A whimper slips from my lips but I nod, lifting onto my knees and placing both of my hands on his shoulders. He watched as I aligned his cock with my entrance.

His lips connect with mine as I slowly inch further down his member, my nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders, moaning out in a pleasurable pain as he stretches me out with his width. "Rhys, I can't—" My breath hitched horribly while I pulled away. "You can." He reassures, his hands on my waist slowly pressing me further and further down.

"Spread your legs for me," He prompts, tears well in my ears but I don't let them slip. I do as he says, spreading my legs and feeling him push deeper up into me. "Atta girl, wider." He praises and my moans fill the bathroom, the sounds echoing off the walls until I've finally settled myself at his base.

"Now ride." He orders with no room for argument in his voice so all I can do is obey. I slowly lift my hips then plunge down onto him. He groans at the feeling of my walls clenching around him. "So tight," He grits out as I go faster, picking up a pace until I'm bouncing up and down on his cock just like he wanted me to.

"Who's my good girl?" He sighed out. Me. I squeezed around him, needy for my release. "Say it." His gaze falls from mine and down to my breasts that bounced with every rutting of my hips. "I'm your good, uh—" He bucked his hips up to meet mine and I mewled out at the euphoric feeling. "I'm your good girl." I manage to whimper and a maniacal smile curves his perfect lips.

The water rocks around us with every thrust of his hips. I could feel every inch of him inside me, just thinking about how large he was had my legs convulsing. He was filling me to the brim, stretching my walls around him to fit to him perfectly, just for him and no one else. I continue bouncing up and down on him, my nails digging into his shoulders with creased brows and teary eyes.

"That's it, just like that." One of his hand comes up and gropes my breast, his thumb flicking over its bud. I writhe under his touch, keeping my pace but moving my hands from his shoulders and towards his wings, gripping them like handlebars. He groans at the foreign feeling, not being able to contain himself and sending lewd images into my head.

One of my mouth wrapped around his cock, slobber and pre-cum lubing him as he held the back of my head and fucked my throat, his hand around my neck as he felt me take him. I was drooling all over but he loved it, got off on what a mess I was while he continued to pound into my mouth. A moan slips from me at the scene. Another flashes in my head where he's got his head between my thighs, legs thrown over his shoulders as he ravages. Feasting on me and torturing my clit, sucking and swirling his tongue all over the puffy area. Licking through my folds before he has me grinding up onto his face while he tongue-fucked me. That vision leaves my head and the last one enters, me bent over this very tub with him fucking into me, his hand gripping my hair while he had his other hand gripping the plushness of my ass with the occasional smack from his hand, the pain making me scream in need as my front pressed against the cold floor, his movements never ceased and the sounds of his balls slapping against my cunt had my back arching.

He pulled the visions away when I let go of his wings. I could feel my release barreling closer now that I had all those fantasies playing in my mind. "Rhys— I'm gonna," I try to say but he grabs me from under my thighs and lifts me up until I was only clenching around the tip of him, wanting all of him. "You gonna cum darling?" He arched a perfect brow and a whimper slips from my lips as I felt the knot deep in my abdomen slowly dissipate.

"Beg for it." His eyes glowed with something I recognized too well. "Rhys, please." My voice is nearing a rasp and he smiles. "More." He hums, his tip pulsing inside of me. "I need your cock so bad, need to cum please. I'll be a good girl I promise." Tears shimmer in my eyes as I continue my pleads. Seemingly satisfied with my words he both drives his hips up and slams me down onto him simultaneously making me cry out in pure bliss.

My walls quiver around him as moans rip from my throat. "Needy girl, aren't you?" He teases and I nod with fervor, agreeing with anything he wants me to. I pulse around him and I feel his cock twitch with need. He was close but I was going to cum any second. I can't take being overstimulated today I'm already too sensitive.

I reach out for his wings again, sliding my fingers along the vein and he bucks up harder, groans flowing from his lips as he stuffs me full, hitting a spongy bundle of nerves over and over again. I cry out as my clit rubs against his flexing abdomen. "Fuck Rhys," I moan as I throw my head back, pressing my hand hard against the membrane. He roars in pleasure as he continues his thrusts that were slowly growing more and more sloppier but not relenting in force.

"I'm gonna cum," I manage to whine out as my brows twitch towards each other and my release builds. "It's okay darling, me too." He confesses in a pant and I nod, needing his release to warm me. "Inside." I mumble and his grin turns wicked. He ruts his hips upward and his hard stomach is brushing against my clit yet again, pushing me over the edge and the restraint I have snaps.

A euphoric wave crashed down over me, drowning me in pure ecstasy as my release came to, my walls fluttering around his twitching cock and my legs shaking in stimulation. In a few more thrusts he came too, his warm seed shooting into me just as I wanted it, stuffing me entirely full. His head hung back as he released, painting my walls with a strained groan. Our pants sounded through the room, heavy passion filled breathing turned into soft moans and grunts as he slowly pumped himself, both of us coming down from that pleasurable high.

He pulled out of me, reciting a whimper from my lips. The pressure of the water held his seed inside of me, allowing it to be stuffed there until he stood and lifted me up by my torso, my legs incapable of walking at the moment. His release dripping down my thighs as it seeped out of me, I clenched around nothing and hoped to seal it inside of me, not wanting to make more of a mess.

"Looks like you need another bath." He tucks a strand of hair sticking to my sweat lined forehead behind my ear and I nod with a hazy look in my eyes.

[queercontrarian]

Y'ALL I HAVE BEEN SELFISH WITH THIS FOR TOO LONG AND I AM IN MY TARQUIN FEELS TONIGHT SO I HAVE TO SHARE

i commissioned @mossytrashcan to draw me my husband aND HE DELIVERED LOOK AT MY MAN JAKDKEKSKEKWJ he is so beautiful

anyways gIVE SAGE MORE LOVE AND APPRECIATION (and money) SO THEY KEEP MAKING HOT ASS ART FOR US

i'm thinking about commissioning art for cresseida and varian too, what do y'all think?

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Hello, I'm so sorry that you're having a mopey day today :(( But honestly I'm having one today too... I would love to read some fluffy fic, maybe some teenage!Rhys×reader where they are acting like stupid teenagers in love. Or maybe something with Az where reader is a shadowsinger too and they are fooling around and using their shadows to prank the IC. I don't know, these are just some ideas that popped randomly in my head so don't feel pressured to write anything. Anyway wish you best and I hope you will feel better soon 💗

Thanks, lovie! 💕Hope this is okay and cheers you up a little! I feel like I’m not very good at fluff but I did my best 🤣 thank you for sending it in! Enjoy 💕

Forget Me Not — (Rhysand x Reader)

"You'll be High Lord someday."

"I will."

Rhysand rested his chin on your leg, violet eyes peering up at you. In the balmy evening light, he looked resplendent, the sun offsetting the golden hue of his skin. You found your fingers absentmindedly tracing the shape of his lips, the brush of his lashes.

"Things will change when you're High Lord." You brushed his floppy hair from his eyes. "We will change. Our relationship."

At just nineteen, it was hard enough to navigate such a serious, intense relationship. You hadn't expected to fall so madly in love a year earlier, when your court — the Summer Court — had received the High Lord of the Night Court and his son as guests; a plan, you'd learned, to strengthen the relations between the Solar Courts and Seasonal Courts. The High Lord's son, Rhysand, had been nothing but charming and chivalrous. But you hadn't expected him to so much as notice you, as a mere a servant to the High Lord of Summer. When you'd served Rhysand a drink, and those violet eyes had met yours like they were staring into your soul, you knew immediately — you would never want anybody as fiercely as you wanted him.

Too bad that he was a future High Lord, and you a nobody.

It had been unexpected, to say the least, that he'd sought you out. Asked you to show him around the court whilst his father and your High Lord engaged in dull meetings. He'd made you laugh and seemed genuinely interested in knowing you. And when he'd returned to the Night Court, he'd promised to come back and see you again.

Which he had. And thus had begun a year of secret meetings and the thrilling adventure of falling in love. You knew Rhysand's father would never approve. You knew Rhys would one day be in a charge of his court, and not have the luxury of sneaking off to see you for a few hours, sometimes an entire night.

There was a time limit on your relationship, and that thought had begun to plague you more and more recently.

Rhys reached out, pressing your hand against his cheek. "Change doesn't always have to be bad."

"It will be the worst kind of change if we can't see each other anymore."

Rhys sighed softly, rolling onto his back. You knew he didn't want to spend your precious time together talking about such things; neither did you. You wished you could stay like this forever, sprawled out in the sweet-smelling meadow that had become your place to meet him. The thought of this place being empty of your love, your laughter, your conversation, made you teary.

"Please don't cry, my love." Rhys scooted closer. He tugged you until you were slotting between his legs, his front pressed to your back. "Why are you letting this bother you now?

Tears dropped onto your lap as you glanced down. "This past year is the happiest I've ever been."

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder. "Me, too."

"But you will be a High Lord. And of a court I don't even live in. You will be the most important member of your court, and I'm nothing but a servant. I feel like soon enough, you're just going to forget me. That you ever loved me."

You felt the way his body went rigid against you. After a pause, his warm arms slid around your waist, his face burying into the crook of your neck. He seemed to inhale your scent slowly. Desperately.

"Do you truly think I could ever forget you?" He murmured. "I remember the first second I caught a glimpse of you. You were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Still are."

You gave a watery laugh. "So beautiful in my old, ratty clothes."

"Your hair was in a loose braid, and when you leaned down to serve me my drink, a strand came free of the plait. I felt so compelled to reach out and tuck it behind your ear. And I thought your eyes could give this court's sunrise a run for its money. So bright and brilliant. Your cheeks were flushed, and you smiled at every single person, despite most of them straight up ignoring you. You were the most exquisite person in that room, and I couldn't look away from you."

You turned slightly in his arms, just enough to meet his gaze. "You noticed all of those things?"

A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. "Why do you think I tried so hard to get a message to you that I wanted to meet with you? I couldn't let you walk away. At least not without learning your name first. I certainly didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to have you love me back."

You studied his remarkable face, noting every emotion, every thought, that he wore freely. For nobody other than you. You'd memorised that face as much as you possibly could so that when he wasn't around, you could close your eyes and picture him. His brilliant smile. The way his eyes roved happily over you. Sometimes, you could lay in bed and hear his laugh.

"Just...just promise me." You pressed your forehead against his. "Promise me that one day, when you're High Lord...even if you can't be with me anymore, you won't forget me. I couldn't bear you forgetting me."

Rhys's strong hand moved up to cup your jaw. There was no chance to read the look in his eyes before he was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss started out gentle. Soft. The kind of tentative kisses you first shared in the early days of your relationship. Rhys's thumb brushed the line of your cheekbone, his mouth caressing yours.

But then his tongue was parting the seam of your lips and sliding into your mouth to intertwine with yours. Your mingling tastes had you sighing softly in satisfaction and angling yourself towards him further, one of your hands naturally reaching up to twine within the strands of his hair.

Somehow, you ended up in his lap, his lips working feverishly against yours in a hungry kiss. It was just the two of you in that meadow — the two of you and your love, that nobody — not even the High Lord of the Night Court — could take away from you. You would love him forever and always, no matter the distance, the social standing, the outside opinions.

Only when you were both panting for breath did Rhys tear his mouth from yours. You breathed heavily against each other's lips, your foreheads pressed together.

"Here." Rhys murmured deeply, quietly. "This is for you."

You pulled back just enough to glance down at the hand he held between you. You frowned down at the two tiny, blue flowers he pinched between his fingers. When he'd picked them, you weren't sure.

"A flower?" You were still battling to catch your breaths. "For me?"

"One for you and one for me." Rhys said. "They're Forget-Me-Nots. I'll spell them to forever stay fresh. And as long as we both have these, we know we'll never forget one another."

You blinked away tears as he tucked the flower into the strands of your hair, before leaning in to kiss you again.

"Always and forever, my heart." He whispered.

You nodded vigorously, cupping his cheek. "Always and forever."

[darkphilosophies]

Prythian Haute Couture: Summer Court

[silly--fangirl]

i'm a gwynriel girlie through and through

but i am not opposed to gwyn and tarquin as bit of a crackship

i mean they would be cute and all

[ladydevena]

Can I just say, the fact that the high lords don’t all wear generic crowns in their colors, but it actually ties to their courts makes me happy?and they probably all have quite a few different themed ones?

Tamlin with his burnished gold laurel leaf crown at the wedding that was a courtly version of the calanmai crown he probably dawns each year? And his tithe crown is so suited to more strict moments with its representation of wealth and stability?

Tarquin with his silver cresting waves and blue gemstones for a casual night out on the town? As asymmetrically stunning as the very waters he connects his court to, the blues of the stones glinting with white and green and the depths of the very ocean hidden by the brash, crashing beauty created by the surface?

Helions spiked gold crown as vicious and pointed yet beautiful and picturesque as the suns rays? As warm in color as his skin yet simple and statement making in it power just like helion himself- not needing much adornment to radiate the strength, beauty and deadly power and wicked intelligence he holds?

Rhys has a raven feather crown which makes me wonder if previous highlords of night weren’t just serpentile like the creatures of the hewn city but dark winged and raven featured in some way? (And Feyres crown - complimentary to Rhys isn’t just a newly made item, it existed in tandem with his for previous ladies of night I’m assuming so it ties to the court that way as well?)

Autumn court with its mixture of Medieval English and conqueror era Spanish style in my head? With traditional red and green stones highlighted the most and silver and gold alike, crosses and points to their headwear? Very formal and structured, not just to denote their position, but to reinforce tradition, wealth, class structures, very inline with what I’d assume of the autumn courts viciousness mentioned in the books? Beautiful but vicious.

Winter court with near white shining metals, carved glass and crystal bases for ice diamonds; blue, gray, & frosty fogged stones? Dark blues and wicked gnarled features representing barren branches and shards of ice????

Dawn court with its sweeping elegance and love of beautiful embellishments and pension for color? The people are noted to be largely from Xian as noted by SJM and I always imagine dawn court to be a beautiful mix of Indian and Chinese culture, and the jewelry reflects it, beautifully Intrically carved warm toned metals that depict stories or symbolism entertwined with the culture? Stoned used abundantly yet they’re never garish? They only enhance and bring out the beauty of the crowns and reflect the cultures within the court itself?

(Like I’d love to dive deeper into it and maybe make or paint the crowns one day but that’s a different story)

That’s it that’s the post grammar be darned.

[newwavesylviaplath]

summer inspo: 2014 tumblr grunge

[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

[starfallserotonin]

Summer Court — aesthetic board

[norwigianbluefairy]

Beast Forms.~

[abraxos-and-ataraxia]

High Lord Tarquin

“Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.” — Marilyn vos Savant

[iryryro]

"all my life I've been obsessed with adolescence, drunk on it. even when I was little, I knew that teenagers sparkled. I knew they knew something children didn't know, and adults ended up forgetting."

[ofduskanddreams]

ELAIN X TARQUIN

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