#MANON BLACKBEAK EVERYBODY

[selenethewitch]

this is my first fanfic and i’m kind of scared of posting it, but here goes nothing (also, RIP my physics grade because instead of studying, i wrote this). also, English is not my first language so i’m sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

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She could hear a faint sobbing. It grew louder though. It grew louder until a man – a boy, could not scream anymore. His cries dimmed by a laughter, it chilled her bones and made her want to throw up. It was too much, it was all too much – boy’s screams mingled into sobs. It was lost in the dark, endless void, until his voice cracked and laughter swallowed it whole.

Manon woke up with a start. For a moment she was lost in the darkness while her body shook with tremor. 

Agony was not something Manon Blackbeak often felt. As a child, Manon thought she often experienced it. She thought it was agony when she’d fall from a broom, or when her grandmother beat her to the point that she thought herself dead. But as an adult, Manon has come to think of it that agony was not as painful as people, and word itself, claimed.

But as her throat tightened to the point that she couldn’t breathe, in the back of her mind she thought that no beatings would ever compare to this…feeling. She felt utterly powerless and she didn’t even know why. 

Manon came to her senses and started recognizing objects in her room. Moonlight lit up the maps scattered on her desk and her cloak messily discarded on the chair. She looked out of her window at the fool moon. 

Morath. She was in Morath. 

Manon’s breathing settled and she mentally beat herself up. What the hell was wrong with her? 

She grazed her cheek to find something wet trailing down her face. Now Manon felt even more confused and angry. Manon Blackbeak has not shed a tear for longer than a century. This was unacceptable, not to mention – impossible. 

She had no heart. And she has listened to plenty of wailing in her life, has delighted in it. Some boy’s crying who she didn’t even know, not to mention who was only in her stupid dream, should not have caused such a reaction from her.

But Manon could still hear his sobs in the back of her head. For some reason, it had carved her wretched heart in half. It has made her want to shred everything in sight. It hurt her in a deep, primal way she could not explain.

Manon sighed and lay back down on a bed. She was so tired. She blamed everything on nerves. Perington was still bugging her about choosing a coven and her grandmother has still not answered her letter. Not to mention, Asterin was acting strange whole week.

She was tired, that was all. Manon settled in her bed and closed her eyes, urging herself to forget sounds of cackling and crying.

Sleep did not claim her that night.

#manorian #manon x dorian #dorian x manon #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian fanfiction #i hope i tagged this right #i'm sorry okay? #if i'm going down #i'll take everybody with me

[rowaelinsdaughter]

KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER I

a/n;; everybody, this is HAPPENING OMG!!!! this is going to be my first story and this is my first fic with my OC (read the information here). this fic is written in 3rd person so there is no use of "you".

i was thinking and maybe im going to write fics using my oc, as i said in my post of the OC, i want to improve, i want to change, i want new things, new experiences... and this is my first step. so i hope u guys enjoy this. (reblogs are appreciated and this doesnt mean im not going to write character x reader, my requests are still open)

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, mentions of death

manon blackbeak was eager to come back. she has been hunting crochans for weeks and finally, she reached a cottage in the north of fenharrow and now, she was prepared for blood. hiding in the closet, she listened to the three men that had broken in. 

she heard them open the door to the room. 

“come out, little crochan,” one of them said. 

with their backs to the closet, manon slipped out  and quietly closed the bedroom door. 

“wrong kind of witch.”

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the moon was up in the sky when ayla moonsinger approached the cliff where a certain moon-white haired witch was waiting. she looked how her hair danced with the wind and by the pose, she knew manon was enjoying the wind. knew there were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.

step by step, she got closer to her figure until her arms were hugging manons waist, feeling them a smile appeared on her face, one that never allowed to show in front of the matron… or anyone except for the thirteen. her coven. she twisted around to face ayla and took her face between her hands. 

hazel eyes and golden eyes looked at each other. looked into their souls. 

“hello witchling” manon purred. 

ayla leaned her forehead until they were touching. manon was the first one who initiated the kiss. their hands explored each other's bodies while their mouths were a mix of teeth, lips and tongues. ayla was the first one who broke the kiss first, caressing her cheek, manon left kisses on her neck making ayla laugh with delightment.

“manon, your grandmother is coming here soon…”

“let me feel you, i haven't seen you in months”

“i know… i missed you too”

a low whistle sounded from behind and manon snarled, ayla turned around and found asterin leaned on a tree, a smirk displayed on her beautiful face and her braid falled down her shoulder. 

“calm down you wolf, it's only asterin.”

manon rolled her eyes and left a kiss on her cheek. if asterin was here that meant the rest of the coven was also here… and the blackbeak matron would be here anytime soon.

they were all positioned when the matron arrived. voluminous midnight robes flowed around her with the wind. the memories flooded her mind like it was yesterday. 

her parents dead. her screaming. the matron slapping her face. “you’re coming with me”. her first day, week, month, year. the anniversary of their parents. the old houses of terrasen honoring her house, honoring the last member of the family… her. her first crochan. her first kill.

she hated her. hated the way she was and the way she treated everyone, specially manon and the thirteen. and she hated how she needed to act to survive. because that was not what she learned, she wasnt that way. she wasn't cold hearted, she wasn't cruel. there wasn't a day in which she didn't regret the person she was sometimes. what would my parents think about me?  she usually asked herself, and in the long nights where she was hunting, in the nights she couldn't sleep next to her mate, she looked to the stars and searched for the lord of the north and mourned a family, a city, long forgotten.

two hours passed until the matron got out of the caravan where she had talked with a duke.  “we are leaving now,” the matron said. manon jerked her chin to the thirteen and they fell in line, ayla between asterin and sorrel. “you two will protect her with your life, is that clear?” and that was 100 years ago. a lifetime now that the magic was gone.

ayla watched manon and her grandmother talk. about what? she didn't want to hear it.

when the matron was gone, ayla and the thirteen approached manon, the first one caressing her lovers back.

“apparently, the king needs riders. wyvern riders for his cavalry” her smile was wicked “we are traveling north”

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

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[golden-kingdom]

So Good - Part 1

Summary: Pop singer Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, better known as Celaena, had everything she wanted in life. Until she met Rowan Whitethorn at a party. She decides to stay away for her own good and his, but fate has a funny way of bringing them together again and again.

Based on the song So Good by Halsey.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Cursing, a bit of violence, drinking and drugs, asshole!Chaol (I'm sorry I promise I don't hate him), mention of cheating

This is my first fanfiction ever so please be kind with me. I don't really know how making music works so I'm sorry if the process doesn't make sense. This is inspired by the song So Good by Halsey and a bit by Halsey's life too. The song in the first part is called Sorry and is also by Halsey.

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June 2019

Aelin loved a good party. And this was definitely one. She would know, she was the one who organized it. Dressed in a short golden dress that hugged every curve of her body, she made her way through the club to the birthday girl, her best friend and agent, Elide.

She found her surrounded by people she knew and some she didn’t. She had invited a lot of people. Elide had a big smile on her face and her face was flushed in a way Aelin knew she had already enjoyed a few drinks. Not that she had anything to say about it; she was the first one who got a shot for her friend when the party started. And then another one.

Aelin quickly found her way next to her friend and put an arm around her shoulders to catch her attention.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked the short black-haired woman over the loud sound of the music and everyone talking.

"Yes! Thank you so much for this, Ae! But you know you didn’t have to," she replied, a little louder than necessary.

Aelin just shrugged and smiled.

"You only turn 25 once in your life! And you deserve to be celebrated," she replied.

Elide looked up at her and gave her a true smile. But then, something that looked like determination took over her face.

"Since you’re here, there’s someone I’d like you to meet." she said in her agent voice that had Aelin ready to turn on her heels. But the other woman grabbed her arm and pulled her forward to a few tall men talking.

Aelin knew one of them. Lorcan was the guitarist in her supporting band on tour and, to her greatest sorrow, Elide’s boyfriend. Lorcan and Aelin didn’t exactly get along. They bickered constantly and insulted each other every five minutes. But he was a great guitarist and Elide loved him for reasons unknown to Aelin. So, she had to tolerate him apparently.

Lorcan wasn’t the person who caught her eye in the small group though. Next to him was a very tall man (not huge like Lorcan, but definitely a lot taller than Aelin) with broad shoulders, tan skin and short silver hair. He looked a bit older than her and Elide. Probably in his early thirties. But what stroke Aelin was the intricate tattoo design descending his left arm. She would never admit it to anyone, but she definitely had a thing for tattoos. Especially on good-looking men like this one. Before he could catch her staring at him, Elide spoke.

"Aelin, this is Rowan Whitethorn. He’s a good friend of Lorcan and an amazing musician," she said, gesturing to the man she was just looking at.

He finally looked at her and Aelin took in his deep pine green eyes looking at her with intent like he was seizing her up, but she didn’t look away, holding his gaze.

"So, this is the famous Celaena? Nice to finally meet you," he said with a crooked smile.

He knew who she was… Of course, he did. Most people knew who she was. She was a pretty famous pop star after all. But she didn’t like to assume everybody knew that. And she certainly wasn’t going to let this handsome man she just met call her by her stage name. 

"Please, call me Aelin," she smiled back.

"Remember that song you loved from Manon Blackbeak and the Thirteen, the one about witches slaying men? Rowan is the one who wrote the music," Elide told her, interrupting their little exchange.

"Yeah, that song was alright, I guess," joked Aelin, looking at Rowan to see his reaction.

She just found him smirking.

"I thought I would introduce the two of you. Maybe someday you can work on something together," explained Elide.

"Please, this is your birthday, Elide! Stop working, you’re not my agent tonight. Go have some fun please," said Aelin in an exasperated but amused tone.

On cue, as if it’s all she was waiting for, Elide took Lorcan by the arm and lead him toward the dancefloor. She had never seen Lorcan danced, but she guessed there was a first time for anything. He really was whipped for his girlfriend she thought.

"I’m sorry, I know you probably didn’t come here to talk work. Please allow me to buy you a drink as an apology," said Aelin to the silver-haired man still standing in front of her. They were the only two left from the small group.

"No worries. I don’t mind at all. But I’ll take you up on your offer for a drink," Rowan replied with a small smile.

Aelin went to the bar and, after getting two drinks, she went back to Rowan who was standing in a quieter part of the club. She handed him his drink, a whiskey on ice, and he thanked her. She just winked at him and gave him a mischievous smile.

"So how do you have the great displeasure of knowing Lorcan Salvaterre?" she asked him.

He laughed, not a full-on laughter, but his face lit up and his features softened a little. He really was beautiful, especially like this. Now all she could think about was making him laugh again if that was the reaction she got.

"Lorcan is one of my best friends. We met when we were younger. We actually had a band together years ago," he replied, taking a sip of his drink. 

She watched the way his throat bobbed while he swallowed the drink and felt a little hot inside. She quickly looked back at his face.

"Lorcan was in a band? With you? What was it called?" she asked, focusing on his answer and not how big his hands were around the glass… She definitely had too much to drink. She had just met the man for Gods’ sake. She needed to get a grip.

"The Cadre," Rowan said, apparently obvious to what she was thinking. Good. "But it never really took off, and we all ended up parting ways and doing our own thing. We’re still good friends though."

"I always wanted to be in a band. I mean, I guess, I kinda have one now, but it’s not the same when you’re a solo artist. It can feel a bit lonely sometimes," Aelin said with honesty, taking a sip of her own drink.

"So, the life of a world-famous pop star is not all it’s cracked up to be?" the man said, joking, but looking at her with the same honesty.

"I mean, it definitely has its perks," she laughed. "Like the endless amount of designer clothes I get gifted! But it also means I’m always touring the world and I cannot see my friends and family like I want to. And I don’t ever really feel home anywhere," she confessed in a small voice.

"I can relate to that. It feels like I’ve always drifted from places to places, and never had somewhere I could settle down and call home…" he said, looking at her with a look she couldn’t quite place.

She wanted to ask more, but he sighed and said: "I have to go, but here’s my number. Text me if you wanna make some music together. I have a studio at my apartment."

"I’ll have to think about it," replied Aelin trying not to look too excited by the idea of seeing him again.

He gave her a small smile and a nod.

"I hope you have a great night, Aelin. It was really nice meeting you," he said and then he left.

Aelin tried not to be too disappointed that he left so early. She wished she could have talked to him more. She wanted to know more about this man. She downed the rest of her drink and went to join her friends, trying not to think too much about what he made her feel.

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It took a lot of strength for Aelin to not text Rowan the next morning. But she had more pride than that. She would make him wait a little. Even though she was dying to see the man again. It was dumb she knew it, they only had a short conversation, but she couldn’t help but like him. And there was the fact that he was pretty damn attractive if she said so. She shook her head and sighed. She needed to work. She went to get her notebook in which she wrote all of her lyrics and jostled down a few ideas.

…

She ended up texting Rowan four days later. His reply came quickly, and they agreed to meet at Rowan’s apartment the next night to work on the latest lyrics she had written. Aelin knew this was only a work thing, but she couldn’t help but feel excited to see Rowan again. She might have thought a little too long about what she should wear and if she should put her hair up or let it down. It was just for work she reminded herself.

…

The night was dark and the stars hidden by the city lights when Aelin made her way to Rowan’s apartment. She was wearing a green summer dress and she had decided to let her golden hair flow freely down her back. The air was still warm from the day’s sun, but the breeze made it comfortable as she walked from her car to the address he had given her.

She got in front of an unassuming building and looked at her phone again to make sure she had the address right. When she was sure, she knocked on the door. After a couple of seconds, Rowan’s face appeared in the doorway.

"Hey," he said with a soft smile. He looked happy to see her.

"Hey," she replied, shy suddenly.

"Come in, please," he said as he motioned for her to come inside his apartment.

She walked in and looked around, curious to see what Rowan’s place looked like. Somehow, even though they didn’t know each other much, it felt very much like him. Everything was clean and in order, but in a way that still felt welcoming and cozy. The walls were a warm white and the furniture made of wood. There were a few pictures on the walls.

"I like it," she said, still looking around.

"Thank you," he replied. "Follow me, I’ll show you the studio."

She followed him down a hallway and she wanted to ask him to show her around, but she didn’t. Instead, she followed after him into a room that was darker than the rest of the apartment and full of fancy equipment and instruments. This was a really nice home studio she thought as she took it in. She spotted a black leather couch and she sat down. Rowan sat next to her.

"So, I guess we should get right into it," she said with a small nervous laugh, pulling out her notebook from her bag.

"Do you want to show me what you were working on?" he asked.

She showed him the lyrics she had written so far, and he asked her a couple of questions about what she wanted the song to sound like. They agreed that piano is what would sound best with the lyrics, so he got up and went to sit at the keyboard. He seemed to be thinking for a little while, but then he started hitting the keys. He tried out a few tunes, asking her for her opinion. They worked like that for a while until they figured out something they liked. 

"Do you wanna try it with the lyrics?" he asked Aelin.

"Yeah, good idea," she replied.

She started singing the chorus she had written down while he played the tune on the keyboard.

"So, I’m sorry to my unknown lover. Sorry that I can’t believe; that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me. Sorry to my unknown lover. Sorry I could be so blind. Didn’t mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind."

He stopped and looked at her like he wanted to ask something, but instead he said: "I like how that sounds. Let’s work on the rest of the song."

They worked for a while. Aelin didn’t know how long exactly. It could have been 45 minutes or a few hours. She found she really liked working with Rowan. It’s like he knew exactly what she wanted. They understood and completed each other well. She was now sitting next to him at the keyboard, entirely too aware of how close he was, trying out different melodies with the new lyrics she had written.

"I think it should go," she said as she demonstrated what she meant on the keyboard.

"What if we do this" he replied, and then, to her surprise, he put his hands on hers to show her the keys he was talking about. Time stopped and Aelin held her breath. She felt electricity run through her body at the simple touch. She looked down at where his hands held her infinitely smaller ones. She suddenly felt the need to have those hands on her face, on her waist, over her whole body.

Rowan seemed to realize what he was doing and removed his hands from on top of hers. There was a silence and then they looked at each other. They were sitting close enough on the small bench that she could feel his warm breath. The look in his eyes was both soft and something else. He pulled his face a bit closer to hers. She didn’t move, waiting to see what he was going to do…

The front door of the apartment suddenly opening startled both of them and Rowan moved away from her, sitting at the far edge of the seat, as if he wanted to be as far away from her as possible.

"Baby, it’s me!" a female voice said and Aelin felt the blood leave her face.

"In here, I’m in the studio," replied Rowan.

Aelin got off the bench quickly and went to sit back on the couch. A beautiful brown-haired woman peeked her head through the door.

"Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were working," she apologized with a smile.

"No worries, babe, Aelin was just about to leave anyway."

Aelin felt like she was going to be sick. She needed to get out of here. The woman looked at her with her lovely chestnut eyes and seemed to recognize who she was.

"Hi! I’m Lyria, Rowan’s girlfriend, so nice to meet you," she said, getting inside the studio and holding out a hand.

Aelin couldn’t think, her brain was going too fast and all she could register is that Rowan had a girlfriend, but she shook her hand lightly.

"Aelin. Nice to meet you too… I’ve got to go, I’m sorry," she replied as she got up. "Thank you, Rowan, I’ll text you about the song." Then she grabbed her notebook and her bag and left the small studio.

She was almost at the front door when she heard Rowan behind her.

"Aelin, wait!"

She didn’t reply. Instead, she opened the door and ran to her car. When she was sitting inside her car, she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and a small sob escaped her mouth. She knew there were tears in her eyes, but she just turned her car on and focused on getting home as quickly as possible.

…

January 2020

Aelin kept checking her phone. She was sitting in her chair letting her make-up artist, Nesryn, do her thing, but she had a hard time staying still. She hated giving her a hard time; she prided herself on not being a diva. Especially since Nesryn was basically her friend after all those years working with together. But today wasn’t a good day. She was already late to the event and the person accompanying her, her boyfriend, wasn’t replying to her texts.

She heard the door of the room open and was ready to give him an earful about how late he was, when Lysandra appeared with her outfit for tonight on her arm.

"Hey rockstar! Ready for the red carpet? Elide keeps texting me that we’re late, but I told her to stop worrying so much or she was gonna get wrinkles before her time," she joked.

Lysandra stopped in her track at the lack of response from Aelin and looked at her friend.

"Why are you in a bad mood?" she asked. When Aelin didn’t answer, she added: "What did that asshole do again? Do I need to text your cousin so he can kick his ass like he’s wanted to do for ages?"

"No, please, leave Aedion out of this. As much as it would please me, I don’t need more drama in my life," finally replied Aelin. She sighed and breathed in and out to calm her anger. "He was supposed to join me here an hour ago and he isn’t even replying to my texts." She threw her phone on the bed.

"I’m sorry, Ae. And I know you’re tired of hearing me say this, but you deserve better than Chaol Westfall."

Aelin knew she deserved better. She didn’t even know why she kept putting up with his shit. It’s not like she was in love with the man. But they had been good together. At the beginning.

"You don’t need him anyway. You will blow everyone away in that dress," said Lysandra.

"Okay, I’m done" said Nesryn, putting the final touches to her make-up. As soon as she had stopped, Aelin got up from the chair and headed for the dress that Lysandra had laid on the bed.

"Can you help me, Lys?" she said while she removed her robe and stood in her underwear. It was nothing that the two women hadn’t seen before, and Aelin was far from being a prude.

"What kind of stylist and friend would I be if I didn’t help you put on your dress?"

Aelin picked up the dress and Lysandra quickly came next to her to help her in. The dress had a sheer corset lined with emerald green that hung to her curves and pushed up her breast. The skirt of the dress was in the same green color and was made of silk. It had subtle flattering draping at the waist and it flowed down her legs. There was thigh-high slit putting her left leg on display. She paired it with satin green pumps and diamond drop earrings. Her golden blonde hair was parted on the side and the curls flew down her back. Nesryn came to check that her hair and make-up were still perfect.

"You look like a queen!" said Lysandra, checking her out from head to toe. "Chaol is gonna be furious when he sees what he missed on."

"Well, if he even bothers showing up," Aelin replied.

Then she was heading downstairs and got into a sleek black car where Elide was waiting for her.

"Ready?" she said, not even mentioning Chaol’s absence. She knew Aelin too well to ask.

They drove to the place where the event was being held and Aelin waited for her cue to come out of the car. When it was her turn, she came out, Elide behind her, and smiled at the photographers and fans lining up. She walked down the red carpet, taking her time and posing.

The photographers were screaming her name and trying to catch her attention. She was blinded by flashes, but she kept smiling. Walking the red carpet was far from being her favorite thing but it came with her job. She kept going for five long minutes before Elide called her name and motioned for her to come. She stopped to sign and take a few selfies with fans, and then she was on her way inside. She let out a breath when she passed the doors.

Aelin and her agent were seated at a round table in a grand room decorated for the occasion and a waiter immediately approached to offer them something to drink. Taking a sip from her champagne glass, she looked around the room. She knew most people who were here. The industry wasn’t very big.

She looked to the empty seat next to her and tried to supress the anger that was overwhelming her again. She hadn’t checked her phone, but she knew he hadn’t texted her back. Her throat was tight, so she gulped down her drink.

She didn’t notice a group of people heading toward the table and sitting down across from her, too busy mulling over her jerk of a boyfriend. She only looked up when she heard Elide talking with the people who had just sat down. There was a gorgeous blonde man with tan skin sitting next to an equally gorgeous black woman. She recognized the woman as Nehemia Ytger, an upcoming actress who was rapidly making her way to the top. She guessed the man was probably an actor too with the white smile he had plastered on.

But then, she blanched. She recognized the sound of his voice first. And when she looked at who else she would be sharing the evening with, she had to hold the table with two hands. His silver hair was a bit longer and he seemed tired, but he looked as beautiful as the last time she had seen him. He was sitting next to a man who looked eerily similar to the blonde one except for his dark hair. He seemed to notice she was watching him because, before she could look away, Rowan Whitethorn was looking at her. His green eyes seemed unsure. She couldn’t help but smile tentatively. They hadn’t seen each other since last summer. To her surprise, he returned her smile with a genuine one.

"Aelin, you already know Rowan. This is Nehemia Ytger, Fenrys Moonbeam and Connall Moonbeam," Elide said as she pointed to the actress and then to the blonde man and the dark-haired one. Twins, that made sense.

"Pleased to meet you," said Fenrys in a flirty tone.

She couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t seem upset by her reaction; he just gave her a charming smile. Rowan rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics.

Everyone started talking and soon the dinner was served. As she was eating, Aelin kept glancing over at Rowan whenever she made a joke or said something she though he might find interesting. He seemed to notice at some point because he looked at her and she looked away, a little embarrassed to have been caught.

After they had finished eating, everyone started to mingle and go around the room to talk to people at other tables. Elide’s phone started ringing and she told Aelin she had to take it. She left the room and Aelin realized she was sitting alone with Rowan. He smiled at her and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She reminded herself he had a girlfriend. A very real girlfriend who was probably waiting for him at home.

"I have to say, you look amazing tonight" Rowan said softly.

And just like that, the butterflies were back in her stomach. She blushed a little.

"Thank you, you clean up quite well yourself" she replied with a smile.

There was an awkward silence.

"Lyria couldn’t come?" she couldn’t help but ask, even though she regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

"No, she had something important at work."

"Oh, I see. Well, my boyfriend couldn’t come either, though I doubt his reasons are as good," she said as she pointed to the empty seat.

He looked at her with a sad face. She didn’t need his pity, so she said: "It’s all good though because that leaves more dessert for me."

He laughed a little. Then he turned more serious.

"Aelin, I wanted to say… About last time…" he started but she interrupted him before he could finish.

"Don’t worry, it’s all forgotten," she said with a fake smile she had years to practice. "So, what have you been working on lately?"

He looked taken aback by her reply, but he took a sip of his drink and said: "Nothing big, just small things here and there. I’m working on an album, I mean, my own album. I’m not signed so it would be home-made, but I like the freedom of creativity."

"I didn’t know you could sing!"

"Well, clearly not as well as you, but I manage I guess."

"Please, I bet you have a beautiful voice."

"You should come by some time. I could make you listen. I’d love to have your opinion."

She was going to reply that it was a bad idea when she spotted something, or rather someone, in the corner of the room.

"I’m really sorry, but I have to go. I’ll be back."

She didn’t wait for his reply and got up, walking up to the person she had seen.

At first, she thought she could’ve been mistaken, but as she got closer and she saw a tall man talking to a beautiful redhead from a little too close, she knew her eyes hadn’t failed her. Chaol had come to the event. But not with her. There was a fire burning inside of her; she couldn’t think straight anymore because of how furious she was.

"Excuse me," she said curtly to the woman. "I need to talk to him for a second."

Then she roughly grabbed Chaol by the arm and led him to a place where they wouldn’t be the center of the attention. She let his arm go quickly; she couldn’t bear to be touching him right now.

"What the hell? Where the fuck have you been? I waited for you for an hour and texted you about ten times, you asshole!" she tried to keep her tone down to not attract attention, but she wanted to yell at him.

"Calm down, babe. I’m here now, aren’t I?" he said, trying to play it cool. He ran his hand through his brown hair and looked at her with guilty eyes.

"We were supposed to walk the red carpet and sit together! And then, I see you flirting with this woman in front of everyone. What is wrong with you?"

"I’m sorry, darling. I was looking for you I swear. Let me make it up to you," he said, trying to grab her hand, but she noticed his voice was slurred.

"What are you on?"

He started to open his mouth to reply, but she cut him off.

"No, don’t even bother answering, I don’t wanna know. You and I are over. I’ve had enough of your bullshit. I thought you were done with all that shit. You promised me last time. And now you’re cheating on me? I deserve better than this after everything I did for you," she said.

Chaol tried to grab her arm as she was leaving and she was ready to knee him in the groin, but someone else stepped in.

"She said it was over. Don’t touch her. I suggest you go back home and sober up," growled Rowan. She didn’t know when had gotten here.

"Who the fuck are you? She’s my girl and I will do whatever I want," Chaol snapped back.

Before Aelin knew what was happening, Rowan had punched Chaol in the face. He lost his balance and swayed a little, but then he was looking at Rowan with violence in his eyes. He tried to punch him back, but security stepped in and separated the two men as Aelin looked in shock. But Chaol wasn’t having it and kept trying to get out of their grip to get to Rowan who was standing in front of Aelin. Security escorted Chaol out of the room as he promised to make him pay for this. Luckily, most people were too busy chatting and the music was too loud for them to notice what had happened.

Rowan turned to look at her.

"Are you okay?" he said, worry in his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," she said in a small voice.

Suddenly, Elide appeared. She looked at the both of them, and took in Rowan’s dishevelled appearance and Aelin’s face.

"Gods! What happened?" she asked. When neither of them replied, she said: "Come on, let’s go home, Ae. Goodnight, Rowan."

Aelin looked at him. She didn’t know what to say. She followed Elide and, outside, they got into a car that was waiting by the entrance. Elide gave them the address and they rode back to Aelin’s house in silence. Aelin closed her eyes and a tear fell down her cheek.

#rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin au #rowaelin #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin smut #tog au #tog fanfiction #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass #rowan and aelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fic #celaena sardothien #sarah j maas #sjmaas #aelin galathynius #my writing #so good

[ellanainthetardis]

« And Manon understood at that moment that there were forces greater than obedience, and discipline, and brutality. Understood that she had not been born soulless; she had not been born without a heart.

For there were both, begging her not to swing that blade. »

#i read stuff #namely empire of storms #empire of storms spoilers #spoilers #I AM SCREAMIIIIIING #you don’t understand the depth of my love for her #MANON BLACKBEAK EVERYBODY #started from the bottom now we’re here #quote

[hannaharies]

Everybody is talking about Maeve dropping horrible information after horrible information but EXCUSE ME do we completely ignore the shocking things the Blackbeak Matron told Manon about her family?

I mean that was just:

#throne of glass #manon blackbeak #blackbeak matron #maeve #sarah j maas #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn

[clockworkgraystairs]

top 10 female fictional characters  💖

tagged by: @ofstarsandnightmares and @mysweetvilllain

Manon Blackbeak (throne of glass)

Jude Duarte (the folk of the air)

Aelin Galathynius (throne of glass)

Tessa Gray (tsc: the infernal devices)

Emma Carstairs (tsc: the dark artifices)

Elide Lochan (throne of glass)

Hermione Granger (harry potter)

Asterin Blackbeak (throne of glass) *sobs*

Christina Rosales (tsc: the dark artifices)

Elizabeth Bennet (pride and prejudice)

tags: i think everybody already did this so... no tags. If someone wants to do it, go ahead! haha

#tess is super late with tag games as ALWAYS #pls forgive me #i love being tagged #i'm just slow... #i love u #favorite female fictional characters #tid #tad #tsc #tfota #tog #pride and prejudice

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

manon from tog

thanks so much for the ask babes!! 🖤💫

1. Do you love/hate this character?

i love manon blackbeak. i'm in love with manon blackbeak.

2. What's your favourite trait of this character?

how blunt she is. doesn't mince her words, she gives it to you straight and i respect that. also she's the dom to everybody's sub send tweet.

3. What's your favourite moment/event involving this character?

i haven't finished it yet but (spoilers for KOA!!)

so far, it's when she tells dorian not to go to morath and then offers to marry him even though she's always been repulsed by the idea of marriage :')

4. If you could have one power/attribute of this character, what would it be?

oh 100% her retractable claws. let me be a sharp, pointy bitch. also her EYES.

5. When did you fall in love/hate with this character?

there were two moments for me: the first was when she killed those men in her first ever chapter (in HoF? CoM? can't remember). that was hot.

the second was when she saved abraxos. also hot :')

6. Who's your OTP for this character?

again, i haven't finished koa, but if manorian isn't endgame i will flip exactly 10,000 tables.

saying that though, i also ship manon with literally every other female character in tog. so unless it's dorian or any female character in tog, i start flipping.

#thanks for the ask lovely! #put a character in my ask box and i'll answer these questions for ya! #character asks #anon #anonymous manon #asked and answered #tog #sjm #koa #koa spoilers #manon blackbeak

[bitchryver]

controversial opinion you should give us your bi aelin headcanons

sorry this took so long to answer I’ve been on a hunt for receipts x

aelin ashryver is bisexual: a summary

-I’m indebted forever to @blackbeaktrash for pointing this out to me but uhhh remember that post about how Mulan Korra and the short one from the time traveling lesbian game all had one thing in common- the bisexual hair cut ? hello aelins fresh chop in HoF

- the assassin and the desert. every single line. is a wlw tragedy romance ripped straight from a mythology.

- let’s get some direct quotes from the gay awakening that was the assassin and the desert:

~

“Celaena tried not to look too interested, though the girl was one of the most stunning people she’d ever beheld.”

~

“And somehow, the thought of returning to Rifthold without Ansel was a tad unbearable.”

~

“Celaena couldn’t stop her lips from trembling as she asked, “Was it ever real?”

“Ansel opened one eye, staring at the far wall. “There were some moments when it was. The moment I sent you away, it was real.”

~

“ And I think she sent you away because she truly cared for you.

She hated her mouth for wobbling. “That doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

-like Sam is nice rip but I refuse to believe he was aelins first love interest when ansel exists

- i understand where people are coming from when they talk about malide being canon if manon was a man but….i present example a- ansel and celaena the original gay love story to never happen and yet be laced with romantic chemistry

-anyway read the gayssassin and the desert

-aelin describing every woman she meets as beautiful and ethereal and then men are like…’he was tall. he had sword’

- yrene in tab: ‘wow I’d love to travel and be a healer so I could help people’

-aelin, emptying her pockets: you’re so pretty I love you here’s a sack full of cash is that enough? You’re so talented ily

-she loves swords & swords belong to the gays

-aelin calling cha0l ugly the first time she meets him…compared with yrene, a straight woman who’s immediately attracted to him…..Noah fence but….that was her gaydar trying to warn her :/

-aelins the only one who calls out these dumb ass white frat boys on their privilege and their upper class straight man bullshit!!shes having none of it !!!

-doriman in tog: “hey aelin? would you ever consider putting your life at risk and jeopardizing your safety to be with me?”

-aelin, right before she goes to have breakfast in bed with her beloved idol nehemia:

-while we’re on the subject, aelin taking literal WEEKS to notice if a mans attractive or not but describing every woman she meets as good looking within SECONDS even if she hates them

-Like LOOK

-I mean I cannot relate to the straight experience but I cannot imagine this is how a straight woman talks about women

-SHE DOESNT EVEN LIKE LYSANDRA AND SHES ALL IN THERE TALKING ABOUT HER ‘SENSOUS MOUTH’ IN QOS i mean

-aelin: the woman was built like a mythical goddess…she radiated beauty and sensuality from every pore

-aelin : this is rowan he’s my husband and he’s built like a TANK

-It took aelin six months to realize he was hot compared to literally everybody else who wanted to jump him mere seconds after meeting him(with the exception of manon, a proud lesbian but anyway)

-girl cannot sit in a fucking chair properly!! always throwing herself sideways or dangling off of it or slouching in it or something

-spitting jewels out of her mouth? Performing foreplay in a room full of powerful men and borian? gay

-i don’t know about you gals but I always get a ring engraved to give to my personal (straight)friends when I ask them to spend the rest of their life with me…

-when Rowan’s like ‘aw man can’t wait to get back and go to bed with my wife’ and the next line is like ‘aelin and lysandra were lying together, asleep’

-aelin saw the absolute straight man manic pixie nonsense quail and dorito were throwing at her and was like ‘bummer uhhh fuck both of you?’ instead of wasting her life and energy on men who didn’t appreciate her that’s all bi energy babes!

-aelin and manon having a metaphorical dick measuring contest but with swords

-aelin polishing nesryns dagger and dreaming of buying her a new one

-aelin telling kale that nesryn can speak for herself !!! Shut up!!!

- nesryn: mind your own business brullo lmao #nosy as fuck

-aelin, who had a dagger at this woman’s back not even 12 hours earlier:

-Aedion: haha…so aelin only invited nesryn out to have drinks with us because she needed an extra pair of hands because I was injured….what a smart strategic move

-aelin: nesryn you look lonely do you want to come with us ? Tell me about yourself. What’s your family like? How do you get your hair so smooth? Do you want my social security number?

-aelin loved nehemia so much she dumped stale whitebread and got written off as a terrible character by the Discourse Police: Cha0l Division. that’s love.

-attempting to murder the man ur fuckin after he’s involved in the murder of your beloved gay friend? hm. not a straight aura but #prove #me #wrong

-aelin keeps all her nails long except her sword hands so she can keep the aesthetic and weapon functionality but also keep a gay functionality

- in tower of dawn whomst does aelin write to? out of every one of the royal family ? lesbian icon and love of my life Hasar. aelin sensed incredible chaotic gay wlw energy from ACROSS the sea and knew immediately where the real power was. gaydar in action

- aelin has impeccable taste in fashion and upholstery, unrivaled by any other person in tog

-listen I live with 2 straight people and I promise you. The only one who cares enough about proper home decor, mood lighting and pretty things that were very expensive- is the gay one: me

-all the men hate her all the women love her lmao that says it all

- chaotic disaster gay aelin ashryver. Hurricane wlw nightmare woman tearing through these streets

-made a post about it here already but aelins like ‘fuck I can’t like manon but her fucking sword is so cool jesus christ’ that’s gay

- when aelin finds out manon graciously allowed snorian to have sex with her: I do NOT approve but go ahead ruin ya life lol

-when aelin finds out manon left elide alone in oakweld: what the FUCK did you do to that precious beautiful angel were it not for the laws of this land-

-MANON ‘LESBIAN’ BLACKBEAK herself says aelin radiates a gay aura she’s disappointed when she meets her in eos because all the batshit chaotic neutral gay has been depleted from her due to over exposure to straight men

-manons entire arc re: aelin in eos was ‘i should rip her throat out but i get where this stupid gay is coming from so’

-aelin giving a woman she’s just met the necklace her abuser gave her on her 16th? power move. gay power move.

- i love her so much but she’s. so goddamn stupid. and that’s such a mood

- Getting My Whole Ass Out To Prove Were Platonic Friends …that’s a level of denial I can’t even cover

-don’t know if I said it earlier but when aelin asks Lys to join her and lys says oh are you proposing, aelin..doesn’t say no lmao she’s just like ‘tragically I find myself with a life partner’

-lysandra sleeping on aelins lap while aelin downs 2 bottles of wine and flirts with ansel, while all the men look on annoyed that aelin did all of their jobs for them- gay imagery

- listen if ansel ‘murdered my boyfriend of 5yrs saving the girl I knew for a month’ briarcliff approves of you then…you’re gay. you just are.

-aelin ’ill murder you if so much as make EYE CONTACT with any of my women’ ashryver

- I said it already but. There is no better way to indicate that you are living life as our lady sappho intended than having a plethora of boring straight men hate you.

-That’s one of the things you need to have before they let you be gay

-aelins the only character who’s like- you know what I’m missing from my life? Women. I should go out and meet more of those

-killing the man who murdered your beloved friend in the exact same way he tortured her killing the man who set it up and basking in his blood am I right ladies

-aelin acknowledging she’s pretty because she works at it ? Maybe the only ya fantasy character who cannonically exfoliates, moisturizes, and uses toner and serum??? And you except me to sit here and assume she’s straight ???? In this economy ?????

-and yeah I’m absolutely 100% projecting because i love her. maybe blonde emotional chaotic bisexual fashion icons should look after each other now and then.

what do I know i clearly missed the gay memo where we all hate her now or something lmaooo anyway

#answered #if kingdom of ash doesnt put hasar aelin and manon in a room and have them lovingly beat the shit out of each other #then we're throwing the whole throne of glass away #rowaelin and anselaena are both good btw but celaena absoutely should have got with ansel

[escapingtheconstrictingboxes]

"Why are you acting like this?" "I'm not acting like anything." for Elorcan if you're accepting prompts, please?

Hello, my dear nonnie. I’m aware you requested this more than a month ago but I finally finished this and I hope you like it! I’m not sure if you will even read it but if you do, thank you so much! The prompt was amazing and I’m happy with what I wrote. 

Sidenote: I have a strong headcanon that whenever Elide gets mad, she swears like hell. Possibly more than what I wrote. 

Another note to all the people: My inbox is open so you can send in requests. Just be aware that it might be a while till I respond to them but I am determined to answer them. 

Lorcan found himself opening the door with an annoyingly loud creak. He cursed himself mentally for not being quieter and closed the door silently, walking past the hallway only to see Elide sitting in a large chair, fuming at him. This was not going to go well. Her arms were crossed and there was a furious expression on her face as her jaw clenched.

“ I’m sorry,” Lorcan said immediately.

“ Sorry doesn’t cut it, Lorcan! You don’t lie to me these many goddamn times,” she yelled at him, her hands curled into fists and at her sides as she stood up. “ Do you know how worried I get when I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re still not at home? You know how scared I get when I don’t see you until early in the morning? I’m tired of dealing with your bullshit!” She marched up to him and slapped him. Hard. Lorcan stood where he was but lifted a hand to feel the stinging on his face. He was suddenly yanked down by the collar to meet her fiery eyes as she growled, “ You tell me where you go at night and we stop arguing right now.”

“ I can’t, Elide,” Lorcan replied as he tried to reach out for Elide, who only shook her head and stepped away. He wasn’t ready. Wasn’t ready for her to run away from him the moment he told her. He didn’t want to lose her.

“ Like hell you can’t tell me!” Elide yelled back, pushing at his chest. “ I moved into this apartment two months ago for us. Don’t you dare throw away our relationship for the sake of keeping your stupid secrets!”

“ I’m not throwing away our relationship, Elide!” Lorcan said, his voice growing higher as his anger rose.

“ Aren’t you?” She asked, bitterly laughing, “ You don’t fucking lie to me, Lorcan.  You do not come into this goddamn apartment night after night and hide things from me. Why are you acting like this?” She growled at him out of anger and despair.

“ I’m not acting like anything,” he replied and took a step towards her.

“ Don’t you fucking dare come close to me,” she snarled at him, taking several steps back from him. “ I don’t want to touch a liar,” she spat at him.

Lorcan could feel his anger rising as he growled back at her, “ I’m sorry, Elide. What more do you want me to do? Would grovelling at your feet help?”

“ Tell me the truth!” she yelled back at him, flinging her arms up in the air.

“ I can’t!” He roared back, the leash on his anger loosening by the second.

“ Why not? What you so afraid of?” She asked back and Lorcan could feel himself snap in that second.

He growled, truly growled, and he could feel his claws and canines extending as he grabbed her in a speed incomprehensible by a mortal and pushed her against the wall, hoisting her up high enough that she reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist.

“ I don’t want to lose you,” he said in a loud voice, still filled with rage. He froze when he noticed Elide’s shocked expression and the weight of what he had just done filtered through his mind.

“ You have canines,” Elide murmured as if in a trance as her gaze lingered on his open mouth. He stayed still as her gaze moved from his mouth to the rest of his face, noticing the thin layer of fur on his face. He didn’t dare breathe when her small hand came to hold his cheek gently. “ You’re a werewolf,” she said suddenly and Lorcan could almost imagine a light bulb going off above her head. Slowly, he nodded and dipped his head to look into her eyes.

“ You’re not scared?” He asked, adjusting her slightly in his arms and Elide only wrapped her arms around his neck, not at all minding the position they were in.

“ You’re such an idiot,” she murmured, the rage in her voice dying down. She leaned up to capture his lips for a soft kiss.

“ How are you not terrified of me?” Lorcan asked in bewilderment, pulling away almost immediately.

“ Lorcan, do you know who the Blackbeaks are? Who the Crochans are?” She asked slowly. He paused for a moment, remembering some vague details about witch covens being in the area.

“ Witches?” He guessed, frowning as he tried to figure out what she was trying to say. How did she even know who they were?

“ And who do you think I work for?” She asked, a hand running through his hair as if to soothe him.

“ Some woman called Manon?” He responded, leaning in further so that she have access to more of his hair.

“ Do you know who she is?” Elide then asked and then smiled when Lorcan shook his head, “ Manon Blackbeak ring a bell? Technically the leader of the Crochans too?”

Lorcan stared at her with wider eyes, his head tilting slightly as he tried to process her words. “ So what you’re telling me is that you work for a witch. And not just any witch. But one who’s potentially the leader of the Crochans?” Everybody in the supernatural world knew who the witch clans were. What the witches were.

“ Yes,” Elide replied firmly, her fingers twirling a piece of Lorcan’s hair as she kept her eyes on his chest, “ So really, Lorcan, you’ve been an idiot the whole time.”

Gods. He couldn’t believe it. Right here was the most amazing woman he could ever meet. “ You really don’t mind being with a werewolf?” He asked a final time, searching her face for any insecurity.

She rolled her eyes and said, “ Lorcan, I love you. I don’t see why being a werewolf would change anything.”

He shrugged, dropping his head further, “ My instincts,” he then said as an explanation, referring to their current position. Elide wouldn’t be pressed against the wall if it weren’t for his exploding anger.

“ I, for one, enjoy being here like this,” she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes and tightened her legs around him, “ Besides, I’ve dealt with worse. Manon and I went to collect venom the other day. I got to knock the vampire out,” she said a little more proudly than Lorcan would have expected.

He couldn’t help but rest his head on her shoulder and chuckle, “ Of course you did.”

“ But you will have to control your emotions, Lor. Werewolves can get extremely violent,” she explained.

Lorcan huffed and rolled his eyes, “ I know, Elide. I’ve been one all my life. It’s why I was late tonight.”

“ Spending time with your pack?” She asked casually, her fingers now tracing the featured of his face.

He nodded. “ I’m sorry. For the lying. For the sneaking out. For all of it. I should have trusted you.”

“ It’s okay. I lied to you too,” she said softly, “ I didn’t tell you who Manon was. Who I was. What I do for a living. Forgive me?”

Lorcan let out a laugh, his canines then brushing against her skin as he lightly kissed her neck. He was the one who needed the forgiveness and here she was… “ Gods, I love you,” he then growled possessively, kissing his way up her jaw.

“ I love you too,” Elide murmured back pulling his face up to kiss him properly.

They stayed like that for a while, trying to express each emotion through their kiss. Elide pushed him away suddenly, making him freeze once more. She placed her hand on his still chest and frowned up at him, “ Were you purring? I swear you were.”

Lorcan laughed once more and pulled her back in for another long kiss, “ It’s the equivalent of it,” he explained and the rumbling in his chest restarted. Elide grinned up at him, satisfied.

Lorcan smiled down at her and carried her away to the bedroom, happy. He felt lighter than he had ever felt in the past year. Elide was his. He was hers. There was nothing that could change that.

#elorcan #elorcan fanfic #elorcan prompt #elide and lorcan #elide and lorcan fanfic #elide and lorcan prompt #elide lochan #elide lochan fanfic #elide lochan prompt #elide #elide fanfic #elide prompt #lorcan #lorcan fanfic #lorcan prompt #tog #tog fanfic #tog prompt #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass prompt #my fanfic #my prompt #my writing

[theladyofdeath]

Kings and Queens {Epilogue}

Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: I hope you all have liked my story. I loved writing it, and I truly hope it made each of you smile, and feel. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading, and uplifting me along the way.

Announcement: On October 31, on one of my favorite holidays, I will be starting a new fic called, The Prince and the Princess. It is a prequel to Kings and Queens and will follow Aelin and Rowan, during the summer they spent together before Sophomore year. It will be deeper and more intricate than this fic, and I am very excited to share it with all of you.

As for the epilogue.....Enjoy. :)

Dorian 

6:45 p.m.

I was hiding in the pantry.

Aedion’s house was as nice as I expected it to be. His mother had inherited a lot of money when his grandmother died, he had said, and the house was the icing on top of the cake. 

Everyone could go anywhere they wanted, except the upstairs bedroom at the end of the hall.

That’s my mother’s room, he’d explained as we were setting up stacks of red solo cups next to a huddle of glass bottles filled with alcoholic beverages I had only heard of, accidentally, while scrolling on the internet. She’s at her boyfriend’s tonight…..but, it’s just better not to go in there. Trust me.

I did. Trust him. So, I would stay away, and enforce the rule to the others as well.

“People typically show up around seven,” he had smiled only moments before, popping the top off a beer and taking a swig. “Although, people also like to be fashionably late.”

I tried to nod enthusiastically, seeming confident and ready. But I ended up telling him I was going to search for the chips we had bought at the supermarket, and ended up in the pantry, instead.

“Deep breaths, Dorian,” I muttered to myself. “Shit. Who am I kidding…..I’m going to vomit.”

“Dorian?” a knock came from the other side of the sliding door. “You get lost looking for the chips? Because they’re on the counter. You know, where you put them an hour ago.”

He opened the door, not waiting for me to reply, and gave me a withering look. “I can take you home, if you want.”

“No.” I sighed, shaking my head. “No, I’m not going home.”

Aedion had said I could stay with him for as long as I needed to, and I was grateful for his offer. I still felt dirty, though. Rebellious. Not necessarily in a bad way……Just in a way I didn’t know how to handle.

“I’m fine,” I lied. “I’m fine, I’m good, I’m great.”

“You’re also a terrible liar.”

“Thank you,” I choked out, as the doorbell rang.

Nearly twenty times in a row.

“Don’t worry,” Aedion grinned as I froze. “There is only one person who rings my doorbell so obnoxiously.”

Aelin let herself in, Rowan in tow, before Aedion could even take a step toward the door.

“Dorian!” she smiled, her cheeks rosy from the cold breeze. Rowan probably had something to do with it, too, judging from the raspberry patches along the base of her neck. “Ready to enjoy yourself?”

What did that even mean? “I – yes.”

“Add a little oomph and you’ll almost sound confident,” she winked.

Yeah. I was going to faint.

  Aelin

7:00 p.m.

Rowan and I had spent the afternoon in his apartment, which he lived in alone, and could afford thanks to his parent’s will, in which they left him a great deal of cash. He seemed to be doing okay by himself, considering. He didn’t have much, but that’s because he didn’t need much (his words, not mine). I didn’t argue, though. Not as he heated me up a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup and sat on his futon, talking to one another about everything that had happened in the last few years, and kissing until our lips grew chapped.

When we got to Aedion’s, I was surprised, and equally impressed, to find Dorian there. He looked sick, but that was to be expected. He was there, though.

And I assumed he was never going back home, because what he would find if he did….

“Here,” I grabbed a glass bottle off the counter and popped the top. “Drink this.”

Hesitantly, he grabbed the bottle. He took a sip……and spit it right back out.

“Ignore the taste,” I laughed. “Trust me, it gets better if you keep drinking.”

“Peer pressure,” he mumbled as he took a heavy drink.

I wasn’t sure if I was worried or impressed that it took so little convincing on my part.

Aedion was pacing back and forth, glancing at the clock every other minute.

He was waiting for Lysandra.

“She’ll come,” I whispered, so that only he could hear, just before the doorbell rang again.

After running to the door, then trying to play it cool, Aedion opened the heavy wooden slab only to find a herd of his teammates, along with their lady friends

Either his popularity was not too much damaged by the rumors, or no one in their right mind would turn down a hot party and free booze.

As people began to flood in, Rowan pulled me aside. “Hey.”

“Hi,” I grinned, taking his hand as he pulled me around the corner, into the hallway that led to the garage door.

His lips pressed against mine, hungrily, before he graced me with a smile. “Has it been an hour yet?”

Let’s only stay for an hour, I had said, before hopping out of his truck. Then, take me back home….

The word home had just slipped out, but I couldn’t help it. Being with him earlier did feel like home. More than staying with Arobynn ever had. It felt safe, and warm, and loving, and honest. I never wanted to be anywhere different.

Rowan had just smiled at me, and brushed my hair behind my ear. I would love to take you back home, Fireheart.

“We’ve been here five minutes,” I laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make you a deal: Beat me in beer pong, and we can be gone in thirty minutes.”

He pretended to take this into heavy consideration, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger. Then, “Deal.”

  Rowan

7:20 p.m.

Aelin was much better at beer pong than expected. She must have had quite a bit of practice.

Or luck.

Then again, I was distracted. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, couldn’t stop thinking about our afternoon wrapped in one another’s arms.

She knew it, too, which is why she kept leaning down with her elbows on the kitchen table…..so that I could see directly down the center of her tank top.

Tease.

I called her as much.

You like it, she mouthed back.

I did.

“Damn,” Aedion whistled, coming up beside me and tossing an arm around my shoulder. “You’re getting your ass kicked. Wasted yet?”

If someone would have told me the day before that I would be laughing at something Aedion Ashryver said to me, that I would actually enjoy his company….I would have slapped them in the face before walking away.

But, I laughed. “Not yet.”

Although a slight buzz was coming on.

“Get used to it,” Aedion shook his head. “Aelin likes to win.” He glanced where I was staring, at the ivory skin and black bra, and rolled his eyes. “Good luck.”

“Oh shit.”

I turned, and blinked, surprised to find that the words had come from Dorian.

I waved my hand in front of his face, but he remained staring into space, his mouth hanging open.

“Uh, Dorian?”

Nothing.

“Are you okay?”

When he refused to answer again, I followed his gaze.

In the doorway of the kitchen stood a white-haired, golden eyed beauty.

Manon Blackbeak.

“Uh,” Aelin called from across the table, above the music and the noise. “Is Dorian okay?”

“I’ve got this,” Aedion winked, tossing his arm around Dorian while holding a red solo cup in the opposite hand. “Come, young Dorian.”

Aelin groaned. “Poor Dorian. Aedion is not as smooth as he thinks he is.”

Maybe I was wasted, or maybe I had simply forgotten what it was like to feel joy, but I looked at Aelin Galathynius and laughed, harder than I had in a long, long time.

  Lysandra

8:00 p.m.

I didn’t want to seem too eager.

I told myself I would arrive at 7:45…..

I’d been standing outside the front door for fifteen minutes.

People had been going in and out, all of whom I had seen in the hallways at school. They didn’t seem to notice me standing next to the bushes, but it didn’t bother me as much as it used to.

Deep breath, I told myself, take a deep breath and then go in. He’s waiting for you.

Then a little voice inside my head whispered, No he’s not.

“Lysandra?”

I hadn’t even noticed the door opened, and surely did not notice Aedion coming out of it.

“Fuck,” I jumped. I hadn’t even had time to prepare.

“The mouth of a sailor,” he smirked, dawdling toward me, “the appearance of a Greek goddess.”

Rolling my eyes, I cursed at how easily he could make me smile. “I was……about to come in.”

“I’ve been watching you for the last fifteen minutes.”

“Creep.”

He grinned, handing me a cup half-full of clear liquid. “I’m glad you came.”

“What did I miss?”

“Well,” he sighed, walking with me around the corner of his country home, “Rowan’s getting his ass kicked in beer pong. And Dorian is currently dancing sloppily around Manon Blackbeak. He’s a lightweight.”

Someone ran past us, swinging his shirt above his head and screaming, I’m naked, bitches.

“These parties get wild fast,” I observed, taking a sip from my cup, a familiar burn tingling my throat.

“Yeah,” Aedion agreed, shoving a hand into his pocket. “Everybody wants to forget something, it seems.”

I dwelled on his words for a moment, a comfortable silence wedged in between us as we made our way up the empty black porch.

Well, empty except for the couple making out in the corner.

We sat on the porch swing, a soft fire going in the fire pit in front of us.

His calloused hand brushed softly alongside mine, and a terrified, nervous sensation swept through my body that I happily embraced.

“I am glad you came,” he said, repeating himself from earlier, a soft twinkle in his beautifully colored eyes. “Very glad.”

“Me too,” I smiled, and meant it.

  Aedion

8:30 p.m.

Rowan and Aelin swept through the back door, pausing when finding Lysandra lying her head in my lap by the outdoor fireplace.

The snow was no longer falling, but I loved the cold. The briskness by the fire…..I would never grow tired of it.

There was no wind, it was simply a calm, starry night in the country.

It was perfect.

They took a seat across from us, Rowan in a fold out chair and Aelin in his lap.

I found her eyes and smiled. I was glad she found some sort of happiness, some form of kindness, in her crazy, hectic world.

I prayed that it would last.

As Rowan opened his mouth to speak, the door swung open and Dorian fell through it.

I mean - he fell through it, tumbling face first onto the frigid wood.

When he didn’t move, I rushed to his aid.

“Dorian?” I picked him up by the back of his shirt, and hauled him into sitting position. “D, you okay?”

When his face found mine, there was a sloppy grin plastered on it……and a series of red lip prints on his cheek, and his neck.

Apparently, he did okay with Manon.

“I…..” he slurred, and laughed hysterically before continuing, “am n-never going home.”

A breathy laugh escaped me as I helped him to his feet, and sat him in a chair by Rowan’s. As soon as his ass hit the metal, his dark-haired head fell into Rowan’s lap.

His broad-shoulders stiffened, then fell as Dorian’s eyes closed, as to say, Ah, what the hell.

“Let him sleep it off,” Aelin murmured, suppressing her grin.

Rowan grunted in agreement before placing his arm gently around Aelin’s shoulder, allowing her to rest her head gingerly against his shoulder.

Yes, I hoped it lasted.

“What do we do now?” Lysandra asked, sweeping her legs back onto my lap as I sat across from my cousin.

“Another toast?” Aelin suggested, raising her plastic cup high in the air.

“Do the honors,” I smiled, raising my own.

“I hope we all find the happiness we deserve,” she began, glancing sidelong at Lysandra as she did so. “I hope we are not afraid to live the lives we want to live.”

“To courage,” Lysandra agreed, taking my hand as she lifted her cup. “And newfound friendship.”

“To love,” Rowan whispered, barely audible above the cackle of the fire. “Both lost and found.”

“To running toward something greater,” I added, watching Dorian fall into a steady sleep. “And the start of a new, happy life.”

“Promise me on Monday…..” Aelin paused, biting her lip before she continued, “Monday, we will all sit together. At lunch. In the cafeteria.”

Lysandra was the first to smile. “Promise.”

Our cups hit one another’s, and a bond was formed, a promise made.

A sense of peace flooded my mind, my core. I did not know much about life, or the world beyond what I had come to know: football, keeping to myself at home, throwing parties every weekend to forget. The teenage years were a nightmare. High school sucked.

But, for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was going to be okay.

And as I looked around the circle at the others, at my friends, I felt like they were thinking the exact same thing.

For those who say one day, eight hours, cannot change the course of someone’s life: they’re wrong.

 The end :)

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[mayhemories]

Braids & War Paint (Part 6)

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I’m sorry this took so long, hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for it x                                                                                                       I’d just like to start this off by saying thank you to everyone for 105 followers, I know that doesn’t seem like much but it means a lot to me. I just can’t believe it. Thank you. 

It had begun. The preparations for Beltane. Maypole’s had popped up all over the city, dancing and signing in the streets could be heard for miles, fire pits everywhere, gifts for the little folk had been left at the edge of the Oakwald, the training field had been emptied for the Thirteen Blackbeak Witches and their overgrown lizards with wings. They were the only witches Terrasen had anything to do with after their war against the Yellowlegs, Bluebloods and that ghastly Blackbeak matron and the rest of her clan. The Thirteen had fought with Terrasen those days. That’s what Aelin liked about Beltane, people from all over Erilea put their disagreements, put aside their hatred and disgust for other kingdoms just for the night. 

Right now Aelin was having her final dress fitting. Lysandra, Elide, Nesryn, Sorcha and Dorian all came to see. Usually Aelin would keep her gown under wraps until the final hour, but this year was different, she wanted more opinions than just her mother’s. 

It was one of the most gorgeous gowns Aelin had ever worn. She usually wore the typical princess dress, fluffy and girly and usually a pastel colour. This year was different, she was a woman now. It was red like the deepest flame, intricately beaded with jewels that were laid on sheer panels on the bust, bodice and sleeves. It had a cut on the chest, deep enough to catch your eye but covered enough for someone of her ranking. It brushed the floor, long enough that you could only see Aelin’s golden heels when she moved. 

She looked impressive. She was impressive. She just hoped that was enough. 

“Stunning, as per usual.” Lysandra smiled, twirling her finger in slow circles indicating for Aelin to spin around. She followed the command. Lysandra could wear a potato sack and still look stunning. Her dress was gold and figure hugging with a deep cut and a cape accent. Before Aelin had gotten her gown made she was going to fight Lysandra for her gown. But then Aedion ‘accidentally’ saw her in it and the game was over, she had to wear it. Aelin knew how independent Lysandra was but a small part of her thought Lysandra chose the golden hue to match Aedion’s eyes. 

“Your fae will certainly stumble when he see’s you like that.” Dorian mocked causing the rest of her party to giggle, except Nesryn. She just doesn’t laugh unless Chaol does something that gets him minor injuries. 

“It’s not like that,” Aelin said, turning around so her faint blush wouldn’t be seen. “We’re carranam, he’s my friend.” 

Aelin only heard Elide’s mumble of what sounded like a “Whatever” before she ducked behind the modesty curtain. 

Rowan was sweating bricks. 

He stood in the drawing room, leaning against one of the windows. The carriages pulled in one by one, asterion horses pulling every pompous nobility of Erilea to Aelin’s doorstep. Rowan only had his Doneralle uniform as his finery. He wondered how Galan was holding up, wondered if he packed something appropriate for tonight or if he had to beg the Wolf of the North. He wondered what dresses would flood the ball room, he wondered if Terrasen’s music was similar to Doneralle’s. He wondered a lot of things. 

“Prince Rowan?” A feminine voice sounded from the doorway, Lady Elide Lochan from Perranth stood in a blue ballgown that had crystals in a plaid pattern. Elegant and simple. “The ball is about to commence, would you like to walk me in?” She said kindly. Rowan wondered if there was a bad bone in her body. Aelin had told him a lot about her future court. Elide was blessed by Anneith, the Goddess of Wisdom and Wise Things. Rowan knew she was smart, by asking him to walk her in he wouldn’t have to go alone and face the stares of the whole of Erilea. It wasn’t because he was afraid, Rowan wasn’t afraid of much. He just knew that Aelin wanted to be the one to introduce him to her friends, he couldn’t steal that pleasure from her. 

“Of course.” Rowan extended his bent elbow to the young lady. Aelin told him of when they were children, how they had been riding their horses and Elide had fallen, how her ankle got caught under a tree root, how nothing could be done when the horse jumped onto her leg. They removed it from under the knee and another member of Aelin’s future court, Nox Owen an inventor had crafted her a knew limb from metal out of an old clock. It was incredible really. 

The ballroom was lit with the biggest collection of crystal chandeliers Rowan had ever seen. Three thrones sat against the wall, opposite the grand staircase, which thankfully Elide lead him away from, they came through a door that must be for castle staff. 

The music was was loud and upbeat. It was very different to Doneralle, it was more like the intense tunes he had heard at Mistward; harps, lutes, lyres, violins and a pianoforte played symphonies. 

Elide lead Rowan over to a small group near the base of the throne dais. Some faces he knew like: Galan, Lysandra, Aedion, Prince Dorian, Captain Westfall, Nesryn and Sorcha. But the rest were foreign to him. If Lysandra’s, Nesryn’s and Sorcha’s gowns were anything to go by, Aelin would look like a goddess from above. Though Rowan knew that already, he knew that Aelin knew that too. Nesryn’s gown was a thick navy fabric, with a thin cut down the centre and Sorcha’s was the complete opposite, more dainty and childlike- which was her personality personified in fabric. Innocent in a pale pink with green floral accents. Lysandra was just drenched in gold. But he didn’t expect much more than that. Navy must have been the colour of the season, two Blackbeak witches wore navy, one a dress with a cape and the other, the one with white hair, wore navy pants that were attached to a beaded bodice, a jumpsuit Aelin had said.

“Everybody, this is Prince Rowan Whitethorn of Doneralle, I’m sure some of you have met before.” Elide said sweetly, a few members of the party gave him curt nods, he received smiles from Lysandra and Prince Dorian. 

The night was going smoother that Rowan anticipated. 

A young red-headed girl with freckles and wine coloured eyes extended her hand out to Rowan, her smile reminded him of a wolf. 

“Lady Ansel of Briarcliff, a pleasure to meet you.” Rowan shook her hand and nodded. What caught his eye was the golden pummel of her sword, in the shape of a wolfs head. Rowan was fascinated by the human girl who wore a plain silver dress with patterns that reminded him of his cousin’s wallpaper. They were at a ball yet she deemed it necessary to strap a sword around her waist. No wonder she was a friend of Aelin’s. 

“An honour to meet you.” Rowan said, his voice empty, all the thoughts were whirring around in his head, they all centred around one existence that was not yet here. 

Another woman, maybe a few years older than Aelin with raven hair and fair skin extended her hand after Rowan retracted his from Ansel of Briarcliff’s scar flecked one. She was cunning, Rowan could see it by just looking at her. Her dress was black and matched her hair, with sheer panels and lace, a black cape protruded from her shoulders. 

“Lady Kaltain of Fenharrow, Aelin’s magic counterpart.” Rowan’s eyebrows quirked at her introduction, but took her hand anyway. “My flames used to be gold like Aelin’s when I was young but then I grew and they turned into shadows that burned any light they saw.” Lady Kaltain explained, Rowan saw Lysandra roll her eyes and the elbow to the ribs from Elide. 

“How interesting.” Rowan said politely, his patience was waring thin. 

Introduction after introduction: Lady Ansel of Briarcliff- military personnel, Lady Kaltain Rompier of Fenharrow- spy, Nehemia Ytger Crown Princess of Eyllwe- the wyrdmarker, Lord Ren Allsbrook- the diplomat, Manon Blackbeak- Leader of the thirteen aerial witches of The Wastes, Asterin Blackbeak- Manon’s second, the eleven other Blackbeaks: Sorrel, Vesta, Linnea, Ghislaine, Fallon, Faline, Imogen, Thea, Kaya, Eda and Briar, Nox Owen- the inventor and Illias of the Silent Assassins- Aelin’s trainer in the ways of the assassin. 

So much for Aelin introducing him. 

The room had gone silent, Rowan piveted at the sound of doors opening, a short man, an announcer, called out into the stone silent ballroom:

“Please make way for Terrasen’s royal family!” King Orlon came first, the clapping and cheering was deafening as soon as his boot passed the threshold. Rowan turned to Aedion,

“Shouldn’t you be up there?” He asked, the celebrating nearly drowning Rowan’s voice, Aedion shook his head.

“I’m technically a part of the Wendlyn Royal family.” 

Rowan’s eyes wandered back to the stairs, Prince Rhoe and Princess Evalin stood proud, the three of them walking down the stairs together before taking their spots on the dais, the three thrones made of gnarled wood and antlers. 

But where was Aelin? 

“And finally, Terrasen’s Heir, Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” 

Rowan’s jaw clenched when he saw her, his hands curled into tight fists- knuckles now white, his chest felt tight and his heart was pumping at an insane rate. Aelin was devastatingly beautiful at the worst of times, now when she had been done up in the red dress, her cosmetics dark and sultry, her hair was puled back in a sleek tail, her antler tiara keeping her wild streak. 

Rowan had never seen something so beautiful, she still looked the same as when he watched her watch the sunrise, she was just highlighted now.  She caught his eye during her descent, he swore she could hear the rhythm of his heart. As her heel touched the ballroom floor the music cranked back up again, as did the conversations around the room. 

Rowan walked for her, they met in the middle of the floor. For Rowan everything was happening so quickly but yet he felt like h’s movements were slow as he took her hand, bowed and rand his lips over her smooth knuckles. 

In that moment he could live forever. 

“You look beautiful.” Rowan said, it had become hard to swallow. His throat cutting off any words he might regret. But when she smiled at him from under her thick lashes he was gone. 

“You represent your kingdom well.” Aelin’s eyes sparkled as she traced the owl on his cuff.

Couples took the floor, dancing around the pair as if they were nothing but furniture. Dorian took Manon Blackbeak by the wrist and took her onto the floor, her navy pants flying around as he spun her. 

“Would you like to dance with me, Rowan Whitethorn?”

“It would be an honour, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” 

Galan watched the couples take the floor from where he stood near the food tables. 

Aelin and Rowan had been dancing for nearly eight songs, Aedion and Lysandra nearly half that. The Prince of Adarlan and the Iron-toothed witch had been dancing as if their bodies were moulded for each other. Captain Westfall and Private Faliq had found good rhythm in talking rather than dancing, as did Lady Elide and the rest of the Blackbeak witches, Sorcha the healer girl was dancing with the inventor Galan had met that morning, Nox he thought the name was. The boy from the desert and the princess of Eyllwe were having a conversation but not with their mouths, signing to each other instead. 

Galan wanted to go home. 

He missed his father, he missed his horse, he missed his own godsdamned bed and he didn’t care if he was complaining like a child. Galan had never seen Terrasen before, he had never experienced the wild. The wild wasn’t his calling but he couldn’t believe that Rowan had somehow joined the flame in the middle of the forest. 

“Would you like to get some air?” Aelin asked Rowan as she lead him off the dance floor, he nodded and Aelin took him out the service door, towards the rose garden. 

The moon gave a pale cast onto all the flowers, their pigment suddenly gone. 

Aelin clung onto Rowan’s arm, her heart racing at the new found privacy. He was her carranam, she’d respect him but you couldn’t blame a girl for trying. 

“What did you think of them?” Asked Aelin. She had wanted to introduce her friends to him, but it seems he beat her to it.

“Who? Your friends?” Rowan asked, his accent thicker than she remembered, she wondered if he didn't try to hide it as much after she told him she liked the sound of it.

“Some are friends, some are allies.” Aelin said casually, her mind running to whether Dorian and Manon had found their own privacy yet. 

“They were…” Rowan wracked his brain for the right word, Aelin could see him searching for something of little offence before he settled with: “Unique.” 

Aelin nodded, he wasn’t wrong. 

A marble seat was before them, Aelin had lead Rowan into the middle of the rose garden where the hedges were the tallest and the guards were non-existent. She unlaced herself from Rowan’s muscled arm and sat on the seat, looking at the full moon, Rowan following her every move. He sat next to her and Aelin ran through all the probabilities in her head for what she was about to do. 

Aelin turned her body to face him, Rowan’s glance still trained on the moon. She didn’t know whether it was romantic, stupid or nïeve but she placed on of her hands on his. Rowan’s attention was locked on her, she could feel the burning of his gaze.

Rowan’s breathing hitched for a millisecond and that’s all it took for Aelin to lean in and brush her red lips onto his before kissing him fully. 

He didn’t kiss her back.

As Aelin started to pull away, ashamed and hurt, Rowan’s hand flew to her cheek, cupped it and kissed her back with such gentleness Aelin nearly melted into the ground. 

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but you could’ve told Aelin forever and she would’ve believed it. They pulled away breathless, Aelin missed the taste of him, missed the feeling of their lips together already. 

“Thank the gods I wasn’t the only one.” Was the only thing Rowan said before kissing her again. 

Aelin couldn’t sleep, not with the size of that smile on her face and that was when she realised. 

She sat up in her bed, Fleetfoot’s light snores were the only sound in the room as Aelin fished for the braid in her hair, she took out the band keeping the small braid in place and started to remove it, her hair was crinkled and wavy after having a braid in for so long.

She smiled at the leather band that had been woven in her hair seconds before, she placed it on her bedside table.

Her promise to Sam Cortland had been fulfilled, she had found true happiness in the form of a Fae warrior from Doneralle. 

AN: I hope you guys liked it and I’m so sorry it took so long :( 

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[elideandmanon]

Ok so I haven't ranted about malide in a long time but one thing I notice a lot is that everybody talks about how manon is a lesbian (which is true) but nobody talks about how gay elide is?? Like lmao did you read qos because this girl fell HARD for manon and her attraction to lorcan.. doesn't exist? He was her bitch the entire book and she did not care about him once like maybe it's just me but elide is such a lesbian it's overwhelming

elide is SO GAY i could talk about this for so long like this girl fell so hard for manon immediately like idk about you but when she saw manon naked and had a Gay Awakening™ I died and then she literally had no emotions about lorcan at all there was no chemistry??? then this quote KILLS ME:

“‘And whatever will you do back at Morath,’ Vernon mused, ‘now that Manon Blackbeak is dead?“Elide’s chest cracked open at the words. Manon —”

“chest cracked open” this girl thinks the person she cares about most just died and i’m so emo thank you for this ask because elide is my lesbian daughter in love with her scary lesbian gf and they’re in gay love and sarah can fight me on this

#god bless #elide #malide #tog #ask #treacerous #my posts

[propshophannah]

Okay, don't hate me, but... I don't think Manon would want children. I think she does have feelings, even if she denies it, but I feel like everybody who says she would want some of her own is basically riding the stereotype that ALL women need children to love more or to live a satisfying and fulfilling life.

Oh man. Don't hate me for saying this, but I NEVER said I thought Manon would WANT children. I am on the same boat you are. I agree 100% that women who tell other women that they aren't fulfilled without children, or that they'll change and want them one day, or that they just can't understand because they don't have kids—Are a bunch of close-minded DIMWITS. To each their own. Don't try to tell other women that they are less than, or that they can't understand because you have a child and you think it makes your better or more worldly. I'm 110% in agreement my friend. My manorian witchling headcanons come from my Maiden/Mother/Crone theory that Maas might give us a living MMC, just as she gave us a dead MMC. So Manon being a Blackbeak (the mothers of the Ironteeth) is the likeliest candidate for that. (But she's also a candidate for the Crone). Do I think it will happen? It's certainly a viable possibility that would complete a lot of symbolism Maas has built in. But it's not the only option to end this series. And I honestly can't speak for Manon, and as she has never expressed interest nor disinterest in having children—I cant agree with or disagree with you. The most she's ever said on the subject of children is that she made it a rule that the 13 do not kill them. And I hate to say it, but the Crochans have "queens" not a "queen" cuz there was a line mentioned in HoF (i believe) about that. So unless Maas changed that, then Manon will probably have to reshape their hierarchy to not be reliant on heirs, or she's going to have kids one day. But again, I'm not saying, nor have I ever said, that Manon needs kids to be fulfilled. I just think that getting a living MMC is a viable theory, and that it would be hella symbolic for Manon to be the first witch to show that the curse on the Wastes is broken by being the first to have a baby there. And also (sorry lib arts degree about to show) her birthing blood touching the land would be hella symbolic of her nourishing it and breaking the curse. It's a motif we see in stories all over the place.

[cleopatraas]

“He Still Gets Jealous” - Manorian

Crazy, sexy, beautiful. Everybody wants a taste that’s why, why, I still get jealous. 

dedicated to : @propshophannah @readinglikewildfire @anon 

She had promised herself, she had promised the Thirteen, she had promised Aelin Galanthynius the girl who had sacrificed herself, that she would find the Crochans. She would find them and they would raise an army. 

She would make use of herself, she wouldn’t let the Queen’s sacrifice go to waste. Manon dug her nails into the soil, begging for it to let her feel something. A clue, a sign, a shift in the wind, anything. She was desperate. 

Erawan was moving faster, the continent was falling. She hadn’t heard news of Rowan and the others, but news of the mighty fire-breathing Queen of Terrasen and her two cousins spread like wildfire. 

It didn’t take long for Manon to figure out Lysandra wore Aelin’s skin. And it would not take Erawan long either. The moment Lysandra couldn’t summon the flame that could burn through worlds, they were all royally screwed. The irony of it was not lost. 

“This is pointless,” She breathed, leaning back against the tree. She looked over at Abraxos, who was giving her a look that said well it was your brilliant idea, Wing Leader. “I know that. Don’t get snarky with me” Manon sighed. 

Abraxos snorted, obviously getting snarky with his mistress. Manon rolled her eyes and she rested her head against the bark of the tree, staring up at the moon. She had never felt more useless in all her life. 

She was sitting there in the dirt, Wind Cleaver at her side, but nothing was happening. It had taken forever for her to realize that the Crochans would have to come to her. They couldn’t search every grain of dirt for a trance for them. 

If they were there, they had to know Manon was there. Maybe they smelled her. Maybe she smelled like her father, their late Prince. Could they smell that she was their Heir? Could they smell that she could be their salvation? 

Or maybe they smelled that she was a Blackbeak. Maybe they smelled trespassers trying to reclaim the Wastes. Maybe Manon had made the Thirteen sitting ducks, just waiting to be slaughtered. 

Or maybe they just didn’t care. Maybe there were bloody cowards and didn’t want to fight. Maybe they just wanted to sing around fires, sew flower crowns, and live peacefully. Manon couldn’t deny the temptation to do the same was always present. 

But every time she saw that Wyrdkey around Dorian’s neck, every time she pictured it around Aelin’s neck, she knew she couldn’t sing kumbaya and dance around the fires. Every time she closed her eyes and saw Aelin being whipped, her flesh being torn off, her blood being spilled, she knew she would never put a flower crown on her head. 

Every time she remembered why Aelin went with Maeve, she made up her mind. She would grabbed the Crochans by the balls if they didn’t come out of hiding. And she would rip them off. They were really testing her patience. 

Manon heard a rustled and she shot up, and she hated herself for being disappointed that it was just Dorian coming from out of her make shift tent. They had been sharing a living space for the entirety of their stay in the Wastes but Manon would always take the first watch during the night, and Dorian would leave right after she went into the tent. 

She knew it was strained between them, and she punched herself in the chest every time she felt in tighten whenever he was around. They were just a fling, a way to let off the stress and the tension. Nothing more. 

But Manon couldn’t help but remember the small whispers, remember the glint in his eyes, remember how utterly gentle he was. She punched herself in the chest again to stop those traitorous thoughts. 

Dorian noticed her and Manon moved to raise her hand in greeting. But before it was a few inches off the ground, she scratched behind her ear awkwardly and looked away. Abraxos snorted and Manon was positive her wyvern just rolled his eyes at her. So smooth, he seemed to say, you’re just positively amazing at this, aren’t you? 

“Shut up,” Manon muttered. She looked back up and Dorian was making his way over to her. She forced a smile on her face, but she realized she probably looked more like a shark ready to devour its prey. The smile fell. 

“Talking to Abraxos again?” Dorian asked, sitting a good ten feet away from her. Manon mentally punched her chest as it squeezed. She was disappointed by the distance, but also thankful. 

“Catori is asleep, so he’s got no one to keep him company,” Manon gestured to Asterin’s sky-blue female wyvern. The wyvern had her tail wrapped around herself, her head comfortably placed on the ground. Every time she breathed out, the dirt would move a few inches. 

At the mention of Catori Abraxos’s ears perked up and he looked over at the wyvern. He heaved a sigh and face planted in the dirt. Manon shook her head and she rubbed behind Abraxos’s ears. “Love sick fool” 

“I think it’s sweet,” Dorian whispered. Manon looked up and she saw a crease in his forehead and something passed in those Hell blue eyes. Those eyes that she had once been ashamed for being so lost in. Dorian looked up and their eyes connected. Manon looked away first and she heard Dorian heave a sigh. 

“What are you doing up?” Manon asked, a bit awkwardly. Dorian shrugged and he fingered the dirt, “Couldn’t sleep. Want to switch shifts?” 

“It’s early” Manon dug her nails into her knees slightly. She hated this. She found herself caring more and more for the King that sat in front of her, an impossible distance away. Maybe it was the Crochan in her. 

The wind shifted and Manon sat up straighter. Abraxos stopped staring longingly at Catori and he tilted his head back, taking in a deep breath. Manon felt it. She figured this is what it would feel like. 

A shift inside of her. As if they were all connected. Connected to the wind, the soil, the moon itself that shone over head. Manon smiled and she reached over and squeezed Dorian’s hand. The King jumped and looked at her. “They’re here” 

Dorian grinned. Manon’s heart squeezed but she had no time to punch herself in the chest when a figure appeared from the shadows of the trees. 

“Manon, don’t” Dorian grabbed her wrist. Manon shot him a look and she looked back at the figure in the shadows. Then two more joined it on each side. Five in total. Her heart leapt in her chest. 

“Let go, Dorian” Manon narrowed her eyes at him. He swallowed and slowly let her wrist go. “Just...go get Asterin, Vesta, Briar, and...” Manon paused, calculating. “Ghislaine,” She would need the dark-skinned witch’s brains. 

Dorian gave her another look and Manon scoffed, “Go, Dorian!” The King nodded and went through the camp tapping on the tents where the summoned witches rested. 

The first figure walked out of the shadows and Manon sucked in her breath. He was without a doubt a male. He ducked under a branch, his muscles taunt against his shirt. His pale colored hair, a strange milk white, fell into his eyes slightly. The ends curled around his ears and Manon could see his stark grey eyes from where she was. 

He was undoubtedly a witch as well. Male witches. Manon swayed slightly at the thought. She jumped to so many conclusions, before she shook her head. There was no way this male ever knew her father, or anything about her. He was just a messenger of sorts. 

“Who are you?” Manon whispered. She felt a small stroke on her arm and she looked over at Asterin. Her cousin gave her a small nod and Manon felt a lot stronger because of it. Vesta was on her left, and Briar beside her. Ghislaine stood beside Asterin. 

“You’ve been here a long time, Manon Blackbeak, it’s time for you to go home” Manon narrowed her eyes. So they did sing kumbaya around the fires and wear flower crowns. 

“It’s Manon Crochan” Manon replied. She stepped forward and looked into his grey eyes. Manon felt a small pang when he almost recoiled from her gold eyes. Again, she desperately wanted to know why she was the one who had them, and what they meant.

“We haven’t yet recognized you as our Heir,” At that the other figures stepped forward. Two females and two males. Manon tilted her head to the side, evaluating them. “You have to earn that title” 

“That is if we even give it to you. We’ve been doing very well on our own without a golden-eyed Queen to bark orders in our faces” Another male said. He looked like Dorian, except with harder lines, and sharper features. His black hair was cropped shorter and his blue eyes blazed under the moon light. “I for one would rather not have that” 

“I didn’t come to bark orders at you,” Manon said, before shrugging. “Yet” Asterin stiffened beside her, but Manon could almost feel the smile on her cousin’s lips. “I came to ask you to fight” 

One of the females laughed and Manon looked at her. Her skin was a mahogany color and her hair was made of tight curls, tied up with a red piece of leather. Her brown eyes seemed to be a melted mix of light and dark, and she had dark freckles across the bridge of her nose. “Fight? Our ancestors banished the Ironteeth for good reason. All you want to do is fight for power. We’re better than that” 

“We won’t fight,” The male with milky white hair said. Manon sighed and she stepped forward. The woman with the dark skin stepped forward, a hand on her hip. The male put his hand on her shoulder and she held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity before she stepped back in line. 

“Do you not know of what’s happening on the other side of this continent?” Asterin spoke up. She snarled and the male who looked like Dorian snarled right back. “People are dying! Children are dying! The world is being burned to the ground and you’d rather play hide and seek in the trees rather than fight” 

“You don’t get it, do you? It’s just a game of power grabbing” The other female spoke up. Her skin was lightly tanned and she had hair that was close to her skull, her eyes slanted up ever so slightly. “That’s not what we practice. We practice respect here, we don’t kill for sport. If you could see us, see how we live, you would understand” Her voice was soft, but held power. 

Manon did understand. In a way. They were peaceful. The way they talked, the way they stood, even the way they had come out from the shadows. There was no dull look in their eyes, there was no weight bearing down on their shoulders. How could she ask them to risk everything? To fight along side her? A Queen who they didn’t respect. 

“Manon Blackbeak” White-hair said, “I can see it in your eyes. What are you fighting for?” Manon could tell it was a deep question. Possibly the question that could get the Crochans on her side. 

She thought for a moment, but she already knew her answer. “I’m fighting for those who can’t” For those who were being abused. For those who held their children in their homes as they burned down. For those like Elide, trapped in towers with mangled body parts. For those like Asterin’s witchling, never given a chance. Even for those like Kaltain, whose last move was to fight, only so the real battle could happen another day. “I’m fighting for those who have already sacrificed, who have put their faith in people they do not know. I am fighting for those who are hoping for someone to show up and lead the way. I am fighting for those who are trapped in iron coffins and are begging for a way out. And I’m fighting for those who have forgotten there is a way out” 

He paused. Then he nodded and held out his hand. Manon stood still before she held out her own. Their forearms clasped and he looked back at his companions. “We have much to talk a” He gestured and Manon nodded. 

They walked side by side, towards Manon’s tent. She looked back and Asterin gave her two thumbs up and she shook her head. She looked for Dorian and saw a dark glint in his eyes she knew she wasn’t imagining. 

“We’re not all fighters,” Reeve said. He sat on Manon’s make shift bed, watching as she paced. “Some live peacefully with their families. But there are some like Cyan that still have the fire in their bones” 

“We just need the numbers,” Manon tried to convince him. She knelt down on her knees, sighing. She braced her hands on the ground and looked up at the leader. Apparently there was a type of Council now. And sectors and other things Manon could not begin to understand.

But the way Reeve talked about it, she new it worked for them. The Crochans didn’t need a long lost Heir, they didn’t need her. She needed them. “Anyone willing to fight. Erawan won’t stop on the other side of the content, Reeve, you know that” 

“You can’t ask them to fight for nothing in return” 

“What could I have that you want?”

“Who's the male traveling with you?” Reeve asked. Manon’s eyebrows shot up and she frowned. 

“Dorian? He’s... a King”

“If any of my people wish to relocate wherever your King rules, I want them to be able to” Manon clenched her fists when Reeve said his people. But they were his people. He stood up for them. He had rallied them. All Manon had done was kill her half-sister, who she had found out had been Reeve’s...special someone. 

Her sister, who had started it all. Who had brought the Crochans together. Who was a beacon of hope. Manon had smothered their light. Reeve had to step up, standing in the blood of the woman he loved. Just so his people wouldn’t fall.

The fact that he wasn’t ripping out her throat was a miracle in itself. A part of her wished he would. So she could pay for what she had done. She was surprised he showed no sadness, no anger in his grey eyes. Just...calm. 

“Ruari had a special dream. She wanted Crochans to be able to prosper everywhere. To be able to see the world,” Manon’s heart squeezed and she could only wonder if his was doing the same. “You will help me fulfill that dream, Manon Blackbeak” 

“Understood,” Manon nodded. She saw the shadows outside begin to fade away. The sun was coming up. She looked back at Reeve and was surprised to see his grey eyes misty. 

God, she had killed her own sister. Why wasn’t he tearing out her throat?

“I will send my best to rally whoever is willing. Do not be surprised with the numbers you receive, Manon....Crochan” Reeve seemed to choke out the word, but he said it. Manon gave a curt nod. 

He got up and pulled back the divider of the tent and he climbed out. Manon climbed out after him and she reached out her hand. A ghost of a smile appeared and he clasped his forearm against hers. 

“She died...she...Reeve, I’m sorry” Manon shook her head. The witch paused and he chewed on his lip. He grabbed Manon’s shoulders and slowly pulled her into a hug. 

Manon stood frozen for multiple seconds before she lifted her arms up, and hugged him back. It was strange. The way his body pressed against hers. The warmth that sunk into her bones. She was positive Crochans were connected. The hug was...nice. 

Reeve pulled away and he looked into her eyes, “I’m not saving I forgive you. But I realize that you’re trying to forgive yourself. It’s best if you do, if we’re to win this war” Manon nodded mutely and she watched as Reeve walked away, joining his friends. 

Asterin gave her a weird look and Manon shrugged. Asterin shook her head and she watched as the Crochans slowly disappeared back into the trees. Reeve turned around and he lifted his hand to Manon. Manon smiled and she lifted hers back. “I hope to see you again, Reeve” Not only to learn more about her sister, but him as well. She may have had a brother-in-law in another life. 

Reeve quirked his lips and that was reply enough. He ducked under the same tree branch and his white beacon of hair slowly disappeared. Manon turned around and she saw Dorian glowering. “Dorian, this is great news. What’s wro-”

The King of Adarlan glared at her, before shoving the divider to their tent open and disappearing inside. Manon’s shoulders sagged and she awkwardly chewed her lip. 

Ghislaine laid her hand on her shoulder, “I’m not one to barge into your problems, Manon. But I don’t think spending all night with Reeve in a tent and coming out to hug him did wonders for Dorian’s confidence”

“He’s barely spoken to me since we’ve been here!” Manon defended herself. Ghislaine gave her an all too knowing look. 

“And who’s fault is that?” Was all she said as she walked away, going to tend to her wyvern. Manon sighed and she rolled out the kink in her shoulders. 

“Men,” She muttered with an eye roll before she slowly ducked into the tent, coming to close proximity with Dorian’s ice cold gaze. 

“Dorian,” Manon whispered. He turned around, his back was facing her and the Wyrdkey rested beside him. She sighed and crawled towards him, touching his shoulder gently. Dorian jerked away. 

“Dorian, please” Manon begged slightly. She’d never begged for anything. Not since that night on the ship. She hoped Dorian realized in all her life, she had only begged for him. “Reeve, he-”

“He’s what, Manon? A Crochan? Practically a King if it weren’t for his incredibly honorable personality. He could help you win back your people? He could help you win back a throne that’s yours? What can I do? Sacrifice myself to banish Erawan and leave Adarlan in my brother’s hands?” Dorians shuddered and he leaned forward, burying his face in his knees. 

Manon gave him a weird look. What had gotten into him? She pulled her fist back and punched him in the back. Dorian winced and he spun around, his eyes blaring. His magic hands shot out and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “What are you going on about? Snap out of it, Dorian” Manon egged him on. 

Dorian snarled. Manon grinned and she landed flat on her back, more magic hands pinning down her thighs and her ankles. Dorian loomed over her and she slowly raised a well-sculpted eyebrow. “Are you jealous?”

“Yes!” Dorian roared. Manon cringed slightly. “I’m jealous of a Crochan witch. I’m jealous that he has more in common with you. That he can do more for you. Rowan can do more for Aelin. He can do more for you. And what am I? A freak with these magical hands, who let their friend become paralyzed, who left their kingdom to be destroyed, who-” 

“Dorian, Reeve was in love with my sister” Manon whispered. Tears were spilling down the King’s cheeks and the magic hands that pinned her down wavered. Not enough for her to get up and comfort him though. “He’s doing this all for her. Not for me. It’s the only reason he’s helping me” 

Dorian looked away from her and Manon sighed, closing her eyes. “My grandmother made me killed my sister. She killed my parents too. Reeve...he’s just the closest thing I have to them. He would have known my father maybe, and if he knew Ruari’s mother, then maybe he knew mine” 

The magic hands slowly died away and Manon popped up, slowly wrapped her arms around Dorian the way Reeve had wrapped them around her. It was strange. The embrace. She had to shuffled before Dorian fit right into her, like a puzzle piece. 

And she liked it a whole lot more than hugging Reeve. 

Dorian’s back shuddered and he turned around, pulling Manon into his chest. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, rubbing her back. “Manon, I-”

“You didn’t know. It’s fine. And I didn’t know you felt that way either,” She closed her eyes and sighed, pulling him closer. Maybe she would try this hugging thing a lot more often. “Don’t get jealous again, okay? You’re...you’re what I want, Dorian. And whatever you can do for me, doesn’t matter” The tightening feeling in her chest was slowly loosening. 

Dorian sucked in his breath and he was silent for a while. It was the closest Manon had ever been to pouring out her heart and she bit her lip, getting ready to pull away. 

Dorian grabbed her face and he tugged the Crochan Queen up, smashing his lips against hers. Manon gasped and she dug her fingers into Dorian’s hair, pulling him down on top of her. 

Dorian pressed his hand against her back and laid her down on his make shift bed, as Manon spread her legs under him. “Thank you,” He whispered, burying his face in her neck. 

“Thank you,” Dorian whispered again, letting his magic hands strip her as he kissed down her body. Manon bit down on her lip with her iron teeth and she arched her back. Dorian would officially be the death of her. And if he was, she wouldn’t mind death at all. 

“Thank you,” The King of Adarlan whispered again, as he finally cherished a woman who would never leave him. Who would always come back. 

This started off as a Jealous-Dorian prompt and there is a bit of that. And yes, I think I got a bit carried away, but I really loved how this turned out. It ended with some Manorian sweetness and over all I loved this so much. 

Sorry if you were disappointed there wasn't anymore jealousy and that wasn’t the entire focus of this fanfiction. It’s just not where my mind took me. 

Pronunciation Guide: 

Reeve : Ree-eve or Rev-Vay

Ruari : Roar-y

Cyan : Kai-An

Ps. What do you guys think of Reeve? Should I write more about him? 

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this Manorian piece. xx

#manorian #angst #jealousy #fluff #manorian fanfiction #manon #dorian

[hannaharies]

Elane: I just read a book about a beautiful, white-haired woman with iron claws.

Evangeline:

Elane: Also she is a vicious and merciless fighter.

Evangeline:

Elane: And has a smirk that scares everybody.

Evangeline:

Evangeline: Why do I have the feeling that you are not talking about me?

Elane: What? Of course not. I am talking about Manon Blackbeak.

Evangeline: *jealous expression*

#red queen #throne of glass #heir of fire #evangeline samos #elane haven #manon blackbeak

[adementedfangirl-blog]

Empire of Storms Review

Please note that this post is my opinion and I am not changing it. I would prefer it if you did not argue with me. If you loved Empire of Storms and saw no flaw in it, I suggest you don’t read this.

Spoilers ahead. I’ll try to give some forewarning, but if you have not read EoS, DO NOT READ.

I would like to start out saying that, up to now, I have adored Sarah J. Maas’ writing. I recently started ACOTAR and I’m hooked. The ending of Throne of Glass made my heart pound and my hands tremble; I nearly cried at the end of Heir of Fire; Queen of Shadows had me begging for more. But Empire of Storms, in my not-so humble opinion, was a disappointment.

It started off great, I think. Elena is a great character and I love her. The beginning of the book really helped me connect to her character. I also enjoyed how Aelin was not recognized as Queen of Terrasen.

Then it began to go downhill from there. I hardly remember anything between the beginning and the middle of the book. The writing became monotonous, and Aelin’s melodramatic speeches became exhausting to the point where I was tempted to skip them. (Aelin is an all-powerful force of nature who clawed her way up from darkness, I get it. I don’t need to be told fifteen times)

When the fight scene in Skull’s Bay came, I was practically drooling for more. Lysandra.... holy crap. She was my favorite character already, but I never knew how powerful she really was until now. <Spoiler ahead> I remember reading when Aedion shot the sea wyvern--it was like a movie in my head. I got goosebumps so bad (and it’s even giving me the chills now just thinking about it. Sara J. Maas is amazing at fight scenes. I also enjoyed the fact that Lysandra got some attention for once. Up until then, everybody pretty much drooled over Aelin. It was nice for a change of pace. Sarah J. Maas is incredible at fight scenes, which is mind-boggling, because I downright suck at them. XD

<Spoiler alert> But that change of pace ended quickly, to my chagrin, when the sex scene happened. In all honesty, I was actually looking forward to it because I thought it was going to be a tender, meaningful, and passionate ordeal. I, a probably borderline-asexual individual, was looking forward to Aelin and Rowan’s bedroom scene. I don’t mind sex scenes when they’re well-placed, but PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEEEASE stop turning it into erotica! Nothing led up to the sex scene! Rowan pretty much said, “Wanna do it on a beach?” “Hell yeah!” Like, wouldn’t Aelin get sand in her vagina? And next thing you know, he’s licking her nipples “seductively.” That’s gross, not romantic.

Not to mention it was incredibly cheesy. “Velvet-wrapped steel”... I can’t.

Anyway, I got sick of Aelin mouthing off to ELENA FREAKING HAVILLIARD, THE FIRST QUEEN OF ADARLAN really quick. But that’s just me.

Theeeen Manon came aboard. I predicted that she and Dorian were going to get together, but I was furious when Dorian and Manon pretty much began dating even though they barely knew each other. Then, next thing you know, they’re trynna have sex. What??? It’s like Sorscha was just a tool to make Dorian’s backstory more tragic. It frustrates me because Sorscha was the only normal character in the entire series, and when she died, it’s like she never existed!

<Spoiler alert> Oh, and now it turns out that Manon is a Crochan queen. Whoopty doo. ANOTHER character who can’t be an average human being/Blackbeak witch/whatever. Because a hint of mediocrity is a sin.

It’s precisely that that makes me cringe at this book. I’m an average teenager. I know nothing of royalty and responsibilities over kingdoms. I want a character who is the same way, and the only few characters who fit those (right off the top of my head, anyway) are Chaol, Nesryn, Nox (btw, where is Nox?), and Luca (I hope we get to see Luca again).

AND SPEAKING OF SEEING PEOPLE, WHERE IS CHAOL????

I get that he went to Torre Cesme, but I at least wanted to have a couple chapters dedicated to Chaol. Is he okay? The heck is happening? I miss him. He’s one of the few characters I feel a strong connection to.

I read an EoS review that said that Chaol is a main character (like Ron, Hermione, and Harry); you can go a short period of time without them, but enough is enough. And I completely agree.

<Spoiler ahead> I must say, though, I enjoyed the ending very much. I was up at 11:00 on a school night trying to finish the book, restraining myself from crying. “Where is my wife?” ... I about burst into tears the same time Lorcan did. (Lorcan is now my precious baby, tbh) I love how everyone ended on bad terms, especially Aedion and Lysandra.

Speaking of Lorcan, I actually enjoyed Elide and Lorcan’s romance. Lorcan became my favorite character in this book. I’d been waiting for the day that I would be able to connect to him. I also enjoyed Elide and Lorcan’s first kiss. It was very well-placed and I read that scene over and over again.

Back to ranting. How did Aelin suddenly master her powers when, back in Wendlyn, she could barely hold her own against Rowan?? On top of that, she hadn’t been able to train with her powers throughout the entirety of Queen of Shadows. How did she suddenly become as good as Rowan Whitethorn, a Fae male who has had centuries of training and preparation??? He trained under LORCAN SALVATERRE for a DECADE. It’s like she never struggles anymore.

Another thing: why does everyone in that series have to be unrealistically gorgeous? I’m just a short, average-looking, acne-covered teenager. It’s hard to relate to any of the characters, looks-wise. I don’t have ginormous boobs, big lips, and bright-colored eyes. I thought Elide was a breath of fresh air when I first read about her, but NOPE. She just HAS to have enormous tits, despite probably being underfed for a good long while, doesn’t she?

I wish Fenrys and Gavriel would’ve gotten more attention. I liked them. Lol. Same thing with Arobynn Hamel. <Spoiler alert> I wish he wouldn’t have died so quickly. He had so much potential. What was his backstory? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him fight, either, which is also disappointing.

In conclusion, Empire of Storms had a spellbinding ending and one dazzling fight scene, but the rest was mush. Sarah J. Maas should quit the unnecessary romances and stick to her trump card: fight scenes. Sorry if this review was really messy. I’ve been holding this in for a while now for fear that people would attack me for it.

#Eos #eos spoilers #throne of glass #review