#huntathalar

A few of the faves, from Throne Of Glass & Crescent City. 🪞🌙

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Dorian 🖤 Manon

Ruhn 🖤 Lidia

Rowan 🖤 Aelin

Just Bryce bathing Hunt after a long, bloody day.

Here's a CC fan art to start the year. I apologize for my inactivity these past few months. I just have so much in my desk. Hopefully, I'm rooting for a more flexible schedule this 2023 so I can put more arts here for you guys. Always grateful for all your support! Wishing everyone a prosperous year ahead!🥺❤️

My WIP of Hunt Athalar from my fanfic Of Hearts And Swords. This is an alternate ending to CC3 where Bryce dies, and the Asteri use the horn in her back to open up all three Faerie worlds.

Hunt lifted his face to the rain, closing his eyes. This war was getting worse. Who knows how long they’d even have left. But it didn’t matter—even if he brought her back just so that they could face the end of the world together, he’d do it.

Come back to me, he thought. I don’t care how long you’re back for—just come back.

He felt her touch a moment later. She’d placed her ghostly hand atop his—the one that clutched the gun.

“I’m here.”

Hunt stared at her, then swallowed thickly. “I thought you didn’t want to sit in the rain.”

Bryce smiled. “I will. With you.”

Hunt’s eyes stung. He didn’t care if it made him childish. Didn’t care how unbelievably pathetic this must seem—a grown angel sitting on the rooftop alone, crying in the rain. He just didn’t care about anything but her.

He thought he knew himself with Shahar. What it was like to be valued, wanted. What it was like to love.

But then Bryce came into his world, and suddenly it was like he was . . . awake. Like everything before had been as precarious as a dream; lovely and wonderful, but it wasn’t real. Shahar cared for him—deeply, he knew. But she’d never looked at him the way Bryce had.

No one had ever looked at him like Bryce had. An equal. A soulmate. A best friend.

No one had ever kissed, or laughed, or played like Bryce had. He thought he knew love before, but realized he never had.

And before she’d died, he thought he’d known grief.

Hunt and Bryce via procreate