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shallyne · 11 months

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And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home

Aelin since Marion bought her time to run away, Arobynn found her and took her in and she had to wait over a decade to step foot into Terrasen again

#throne of glass #tog #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin galathynius #aelin fireheart #Aelin Whitethorn galathynius #aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #aelin #celeana sardothien #Celeana

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rowanaelinn · 1 year

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cc3 being called House of Flames and Shadows…

Aelin is named the queen of Flames and Shadows

I’M GETTING MY MOTHER BACKKKKKKKK

#aelin galathynius #house of flames and shadows #aelin whitethorn galathynius #crescent city

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highqueenofelfhame · 2 years

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A/N: not my best banner or my best writing, but i saw this prompt and thought it would be fun. i had a mr & mrs smith au a little planned out a while ago and never got around to it and the prompt was perfect for it. i don’t know if i’ll ever write this out in full or write another part for this drabble, but it was fun to write! i didn’t edit so i’m sorry if there are typos or grammar issues. I’m a sleepy bebe and worked all day. kind of halloween related, only really halloween adjacent. either way i hope you enjoy! (prompt is bolded in the text to avoid a spoiler.)

rowaelin // 1424 words

Everything had been fine and perfectly normal when Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius woke up that morning.

Her husband had showered first while she made her first cup of coffee, and once she felt appropriately awake she took her turn. Rowan made breakfast like usual, leaving a fresh cup beside her egg-white and spinach omelet at the table. The two ate in complete silence with him flipping through a newspaper while Aelin skimmed her emails then scoured the news on her phone. They got dressed side by side in their nearly-too-big closet, fixed their hair at the jack and jill sink, brushed their teeth, and left at the same time. Aelin pulled out of the driveway first with Rowan close behind, and the last thing she saw of him that morning was his tail lights in her rearview while they drove opposite directions to work.

It was how every morning went in their house. If today had continued to be normal, she would have skimmed the food-box recipes after work, made a selection, and had dinner ready by the time he was home an hour later. They would have eaten with only a few words exchanged between them before going to their separate offices to do more work– or whatever the hell he did in there– then sat in silence and read books until it was late enough to go to sleep. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

It had been around nine-thirty in the morning when her entire life took a nosedive straight to hell.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Aelin had hissed through her teeth, eyes flaming with ire. Lysandra’s lips twisted to the side as she flipped the monitor around to show her friend the findings. While Aelin normally only screamed internally, she went off like a teapot if said teapot had the mouth of a sailor and the boiling anger of a woman scorned.

The target– her enemy– was her fucking husband. As if her job as a covert spy and assassin wasn’t tricky enough, the person she had been hunting for the last several weeks was Rowan Whitethorn of all fucking people.

The foul language pouring from her lips didn’t go unnoticed. It wasn’t long before she was sitting in her boss’s office with her head between her knees while she fought back tears of anger. Did he know? Was this all an elaborate game of cat and mouse, or was he going to be just as startled as she was when he realized?

It had never been a marriage with love, only one of convenience. Neither of them had family, only close friends. The two had never really been romantically involved with too many others, and Aelin needed a good cover. For awhile, they’d pretended to be madly in love and even had a fantastic sex life to work out the pent up frustration from work. Now she realized she was likely just as much a cover for him as he was for her, and she had been played like a godsdamn fiddle.

It was just as infuriating for her to realize she hadn’t picked up on any of it at all. If anything, she thought he was just profoundly boring. They hardly spoke anymore because there wasn’t anything to say. Rowan worked– so she had thought– as an accountant. He thought she worked for a fashion magazine. They had little in common, save for the occasional drunken night when they could agree on giving each other pleasure before crashing into a deep slumber.

Apparently they had many more common interests than they ever could have thought, starting with their jobs and lives were a complete and total lie and ending with hidden guns, daggers, and other various tools for murder that lay hidden within their home.

“I like to hunt,” Rowan had told her one afternoon when she wandered into his shed out back. In hindsight, it was a little funny. He didn’t hunt animals, he hunted people. Just like she did.

Gods fucking dammit.

“Are you compromised on this?” Rolfe asked her, leaning his tattooed forearms against his desk while he appraised her. Aelin fully lifted her head, squinting her eyes and looking at him like he had sprouted two heads.

“Of fucking course not. There isn’t any attachment on either side. I’ll put a bullet in his head when he gets home from work.” It was said dismissively, nonchalantly. Like it was just like any other job and hadn’t just become personal on a visceral level. Overkill would be hard to avoid, if only because she was so damn mad at herself for missing all the signs over the last two years. How had she not seen it? The woman who never missed anything had missed something massive, something staring her right in the face.

Aelin glared at one of the wedding photos on the wall of the living room, barely registering the beep beep beep of the oven timer in the kitchen. Her conversations from the day played over and over in her mind as she smoothed the front of her apron and made her way to the kitchen. With shaking hands, she set the dining room table and laid dinner out. The thoughts kept slamming to the forefront of her mind one after the other, and she narrowly missed burning her fingers more than once.

It was like any other job, and she knew that killing him wouldn’t be what did her in tonight. If anything would be her downfall, it would be her shaking hands and the barely concealed rage that still coursed violently through her when she heard the garage door open.

Quickly and quietly, Aelin hung her apron on the hook by the pantry and adjusted the little black dress she wore and the pearls around her neck. Her freshly cut, golden blonde hair was straightened and tucked behind her ears as she walked back to the dining room and began placing his food on his plate. At six pm on the dot, Rowan strolled into the house with his jacket hanging over his arm, pausing to kiss her cheek like he always did.

“You cut your hair,” he noted, tossing his jacket on the coat rack as he loosened his tie. His sleeves were already rolled up to his elbows, and she wondered if he had been sneaking around trying to get dirt on her life all day before coming home to taunt her. Bastard.

“I did.”

“I like it,” he said, pausing by the front window and pulling the curtains back to peer out onto the street. Aelin tensed, hyper aware that she could barely see him in her peripherals. The hold she had on the knife in her hand tightened, ready to bring a knife to the gun fight if she had to, but instead he added, “Trick or treaters will start coming by soon.”

“I’ll turn on the porch light after dinner. The candy is already by the door.” There was a small bit of relief that he didn’t immediately pull a loaded pistol on her, but she didn’t lay the knife down quite yet.

“Sounds good,” he agreed. “Smells really good, too. Thank you.”

“Mm. Wine?”

“Red?”

“Of course.” Aelin nodded, finally laying the knife down as she moved toward the wine rack in the kitchen. Behind her, she took stock of every single sound he made, relieved when all he did was pull out his chair and sit down. The towering heels she wore clicked against the hardwood floors as she returned to where he sat, popping the cork on the bottle and pouring with her right hand. Her left slipped under her dress and wrapped around the grip of the small gun strapped to her thigh. The pouring of the wine covered the soft sounds of her dress rustling, and Rowan had little time to react as she shoved the barrel against his temple.

“Trick,” she whispered, leaning around to see his face as she cocked the gun, “or treat?”

Shock blasted through his expression for a single heartbeat before his wide eyes turned to a hard glare. His jaw clenched along with his hands, his knuckles going white around the knife he was going to use to cut his dinner. Now, she figured, he would be using it to cut into her.

“You.”

“Oh yes, my dear husband,” she purred, finger caressing the trigger as she slammed her hand down over his wrist to keep him from driving the knife into her stomach or worse. “Me.”

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sydneymack · 2 months

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Aelin and Rowan - Throne of Glass

Artist: @romannaboch

#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #tog #throne of glass #sjmaas

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throughstarlitfields · 5 months

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𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮…

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧.

🎨: @spearthymint

Commissioned by me

𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻. 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑵.

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serien-grl-22 · 7 months

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There are two kinds of male fae love interests:

300+ years older than the girl, powerful, dark-haired, cold

Cardan

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rainingriversofyou · 1 month

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Throne Of Glass characters & couples 🤍 Artist: inkfaeart

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oblivionsdream · 8 months

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A new puzzle collaboration with Reverie Puzzles this time featuring the characters from Throne of Glass. It was such a delight to work with them again and I’m super proud of how this turned out. I’m definitely biased but my favorite part is probably Abraxos because he is just the best boy. 😌

#throne of glass #sarah j maas #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #abraxos #aelin ashryver galathynius #celaena sardothien #rowan whitethorn #chaol westfall #yrene towers #lorcan salvaterre #elide lochan #aedion ashryver #lysandra #book art

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eospaint · 13 days

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