Dearest Thesan lovers do you remember title of fic when Thes told sb( Eris,Nesta ) that before he became the way he is now ,he followed his pretty cruel father who wasnt tolerant and after his death it took him centuries to fix his bad reputation before they believed in him?
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That's so so exciting. I am especially stoked for your Dawn Court. Dawn itself is so pretty and for it to be the land of inventions and healing and technology and beautiful cities, it is #theplace, I literally can't wait, your art is so amazing and so are your character concepts.
Yesss!! I'm so excited to work on Dawn court and it's many cultures, it's one or probably the most advanced court, which is why Amarantha had her eyes on it first actually. The court is also an important aspect in Amren's history. I want Dawn court (and Amren's story) to have some of that ghibli, Mononoke vibe and THIS song
(tbh I want the whole remake to sound like this kinda music)
Plus I'm trying to change certain names a bit to make them fitting to their court. Like instead of Thesan it's either Tessan, Taizan or Tetsuya. Something like that. Rhys also has a full turkish name but he'll go with Rhys to hide his embarassing royal name.
Summary: (1st picture above is what I pictured Thesan's outfit to be in this fic!) The Dawn Court Palace’ table's “unexpected and quite… unfortunate” fate explained. Part 1.5 of this fic. And, no, despite what Eris says; it does not result in a four words sentence (Thesan and Eitan fucked)... well. Not completely.
WC: 1.8k words
Warnings: Love bites, fingering, penetrative sex
A/N: Anyways! Here's smut. Thesan and Eitan are my sweethearts. Love my goofy lovey-dovey boys. 💕
Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears
Decidedly, Eitan is a greedy male.
No matter how many times he has Thesan all to himself, making passionate love to him at any stolen moment, he always wanted more.
He felt high. Addicted to this beautiful male he was proud to call his mate. He couldn't wait for the day they would officially accept and seal it. To have an actual mating ceremony.
Someday, they always promise each other. Someday.
For now, Eitan will allow himself to keep acting like a starved male around his lover without an ounce of shame.
Thesan has been fussing over the preparations of the upcoming High Lord meeting for weeks now. Fretting over everything needing to be perfect.
It wasn't Thesan's first time hosting a High Lord meeting, Dawn being the most convenient place for it. Neutral, and rooms large enough to allow some explosions without causing too much damage.
But it was Eris' first High Lord meeting as officially one of them. And so, obviously, that explained Thesan's restlessness.
Right now, Thesan was fussing in the meeting room, making sure every napkin, every chair, were where they should be.
He has been acting like a real mother hen lately. A very cute mother hen, in Eitan's biased opinion.
It makes him wonder how Thesan would be, with kids of their own.
Arousal blooms within Eitan, warming the golden thread dancing below his chest, traveling down the bond to reach his lover's side of the bond.
“Eitan! You can't be serious right now!” Thesan gasps, pivoting in his direction. The smile on his face betrays his mocked offence.
“Mh… I really can't help it,” Eitan purrs, prowling into Thesan's space, forcing him to back up until he's trapped between the table and Eitan's body. “I mean, look at you…”
His fingers move up Thesan's back. The shirt his lover has on today exposes a vast amount of smooth skin on his back, which Eitan eagerly caresses now. He's glad that Thesan feels safe enough to wear it today, knowing he'll be sitting amongst powerful Faes that could turn against him at any moment.
One strike at his exposed, vulnerable back could be fatal. But not with Eitan around. He always have Thesan's back, and will protect him. At any cost.
And Thesan, his beautiful mate, trusts him.
Eitan growls at the thought, possessiveness sparking through him. He feels how Thesan shivers underneath his touch, sees the way his nipples harden under the tight fabric.
Unable to resist, Eitan bends down and presses his lips against Thesan's clothed chest and sucks. A saltiness fills his mouth as he swallows around the fabric, the tip of his tongue poking from his lips to toy with Thesan's hardened bud.
Thesan's breath quickens beneath his lips. Eitan looks up, stares through his eyelashes, and sees how flushed his lover's cheeks are.
Thesan reaches down, wraps his fingers around Eitan's strong jaw, and lifts him back up to meet his lips. Eitan meets him eagerly, melting into Thesan's desperate kisses and soft gasps.
Thesan hooks his leg around Eitan's hip, bringing their bodies closer. Effortlessly, Eitan lifts Thesan onto the table, their lips never breaking contact even as he lays him down slowly, his hand gently cradling the back of Thesan's head.
“We don't have much time,” Thesan pants between kisses.
Eitan moves to kiss his jaw, his neck. Careful not to leave any visible marks in the heat of the moment. “Is that a challenge?”
“I'll be late!”
“Good thing you're a High Lord, then,” Eitan's hand travels south, “and that this is your palace.”
Eitan chuckles as Thesan thrusts his hips against the palm of his hand, his straining erection visible through his pants. He does allow Thesan more friction by pressing his palm more firmly against his cock.
He would have enjoyed watching Thesan squirming and humping his hand for a whole lot longer, if their schedule wasn't so damn loaded all the time. And he would not—could not—let his lover attend a meeting unsatisfied after working him up.
He quickly moves his hand away, making Thesan whine embarrassingly loud. He shushes him gently, presenting him two fingers to suck on while he deftly gets rid of their pants.
Once they're freed from this unnecessary barrier and their shoes, Eitan sinks to his knees, his fingers slipping out of Thesan's lips with a wet sound.
Thesan plants his feet on Eitan's broad shoulders. Eitan leans in, pressing his face against the supple flesh of Thesan's inner thigh and kissing them tenderly. His spit coated fingers find Thesan's hole and push in.
A sound of satisfaction slips from Eitan's lips when he observes how easily Thesan opens up for him. His hole freshly stretched out from being fucked just a few hours prior, when they attempted to get dressed for the first time that day.
The mating frenzy was no joke.
“Eitan,” Thesan calls for him, whimpering, needy. Using Eitan's shoulders as a leverage to push his hips against his hand, taking his fingers deeper.
A low, feral growl rips through the Peregryn warrior as he sinks his teeth into Thesan's skin, on his left thigh. He crawls back up Thesan's body, letting his lover's legs fall onto his shoulders.
“Want my cock, Angel?” Eitan asks, his breath hot against Thesan's ear. His tongue pokes out to toy with the blood ruby dangling from the male's ears.
“Please.”
Eitan doesn't waste time. He buries his cock into Thesan's welcoming heat, his inner walls tightening around him. Warm, perfect, and just so damn good.
Eitan's hold on Thesan is delicate. He has one arm hooked underneath Thesan's lower back and the other holding both of his hands over their head, fingers intertwined. But his movements are bordering on desperate. Hurried, precise, strong.
It doesn't take long for either of them to reach that peak of pleasure. The tears from all those overwhelming sensations coursing through Thesan's body threatening to spill and smudge his makeup. Although he couldn't care less at this moment. His nails could pierce through the fabric of Eitan's shirt from how tight he's holding on as his lover pounds into him relentlessly.
“Eitan!” Thesan cries out loud, trying to muffle his scream of pleasure into the crook of Eitan's neck.
“I know, Angel,” Eitan coaxes him gently. His curls stick to his forehead as sweat ripples down his temples. He tightens his arms around him, their bodies mending together, “Let go for me.”
Thesan's whole body trembles when he meets his orgasm, Eitan following just behind. Poorly muffled moans and groans echo through the large room, the soldiers guarding the doors most certainly well aware of their High Lord and his lover's antics.
Eitan's hand pinning Thesan's let's go, moving down to stroke his thumb underneath his lover's eyes, swiping the dark smudges of makeup off.
Thesan chuckles, slowly catching his breath. His face is lax, eyes sparkling with adoration as he stares deep into Eitan's eyes. “You are unbelievable.”
Eitan grins. “We are unbelieva-”
Eitan's heart drops with the table.
One moment, they were basking in the post-orgasmic trance. The other, they were a few feet below, still tangled up with each other, Eitan still inside Thesan, wood splinters covering the carpet.
Gods above, they didn't even scream from how quickly it had happened.
With a spectacular speed and impressive reflexes, Eitan left wing spread to shield their half-naked bodies just in time, the guards stumbling in, alerted by the unusual noise.
“My Lord!-”
“We're fine!” Thesan shouts from behind Eitan's wing, facile traits pulled. “G-Get out!”
Eitan rubs a hand over his face when a distant chuckle resonates in the background, recognizing the tone of his fellow comrade. Despite their amusement, the soldiers obey their High Lord without commenting, aware of their rank.
A beat of silence passes. When Eitan lowers his hand and meet Thesan's face, biting his lower lip, smile growing impossible wider, they both crack.
Laughter fills the room. Thesan, so beautiful with his head thrown back, and Eitan's face just pressed against his shoulder, his stomach hurting from how hard they laugh.
Recovering a semblance of seriousness, Eitan asks, “Are you okay?”
Thesan, after needing another minute to gather himself, answers through giggles, “Yeah. You?”
Eitan nods, a fond smile on his lips, just enjoying his lover's beautiful, dying laughter.
I want to make him laugh like that for the rest of our lives.
After carefully pulling out, Eitan picks Thesan up in his arms and carries him away from the disaster. He makes sure there's no splinter before he puts Thesan down, and tiptoes through the mess to retrieve their discarded pants and shoes.
“My Lord,” Eitan bows dramatically in front of Thesan, handing him his clothes.
“You're such a dork,” Thesan snorts, gently shoving Eitan's shoulder as he takes his clothes back.
“But you love me.”
Thesan pauses then. Smiles, slowly look back up at the male across from him.
“Yeah,” he sighs, fondly, “That I do.”
Eitan meets his stare, his heart growing twice bigger. He fastens his pants and steps in front of Thesan. His hands come up and cup his cheeks before depositing a feather light kiss on his forehead.
“Good thing I am quite in love with you, too, then,” Eitan whispers against Thesan's hairline. Then he pulls back, frowns, then chuckles. “Gods above, I love these powers of yours.”
“It's just a cleaning spell,” Thesan states matter-of-factly. “We'll still have to clean up after the meeting.”
Eitan nods, then follows behind his High Lord as they exit the room. He makes an herculean effort at avoiding any eye contact with the soldiers guarding the door.
“Now I need to set up a whole new meeting room! And there's so little time left,” Thesan stresses, pulling at his hair as he rushes through the corridors with Eitan following not far behind.
“We could always use the smaller meeting room,” Eitan offers.
“It's too small. Everyone's legs would nearly be touching, and-” Thesan halts suddenly, Eitan nearly slamming into his back. He spins around, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he kisses Eitan's cheek. “You're a genius!”
Eitan frowns, trying to figure out what he's said to make Thesan light up like that. Then, it clicks.
“Oh,” Eitan gasps. “Ohhhh! Eris is not going to like this. Thesan…”
“I'm not doing anything!”
“You're being a busy body!”
“They need that little push! A little closeness won't hurt them-”
“I am not getting involved-”
“And we could let the Night Court's High Lord and Lady stay over, as well as their little inner circle! I bet Eris would stay, too…”
Eitan sighs, shaking his head in defeat. There would be nothing and no one stopping Thesan from playing matchmaker, now. And he's the one to blame for sparking this idea.
He can only wish Eris luck, now. And pray for the best.
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how do you come up with the styling for each character??(especially the acotar women cause I love the way you style them from their hair to their clothes its all so perfect, my fav styled characters from you are nesta and elain)
Tbh it comes to me naturally!
I think it has a lot to do with personality and the type of vibes they bring. For Nesta, as someone who values her modesty and has been groomed by a mother to become a impeccable Lady, it didn’t take me long to Imagine her in elegant victorian dresses. As for her face.. yeah like I said, it’s the personality. I thought Sharp Features would be fitting yk?
The more I plan a character’s arc, the clearer the design gets in my head. Overtime I add certain details to their design as it’s important for their arc.
When I get inspired by a character from a Show or Pinterest, I start to Imagine all the possibilites for a character‘s arc that is similar to the inspiration. Slowly the perfect character Design Pops up.
The enviroment they‘re adapted to is an important aspect too! Like, Tamlin is literally spring personified and the court he‘s ruling is the most fairy-like court, which lead me to his current design- if you get what I mean?
Then of course I also take lots of Inspiration from cultures for characters like the high lords. I didn’t think Thesan would become such an interesting, sharp character to me. He‘s built on japanese culture, but after hearing of the Mononoke show, I‘m looking into indigenous Japan/Ainu culture instead
And they give off fantasy, which is perfect!
Sometimes some details change when constructing the story or a character‘s arc- like I‘m still sticking to the storyline for the King of Hybern, but I want to change his Design a bit to seem more like an evil, terrifying villain. And maybe I‘ll stick with the former design for Thesan and give someone else the ainu inspired design for reasons I shall not name yet!
I look a lot into Pinterest for outfits
So first and foremost I need to be inspired and in the mood for it before going further with a design 😊
