Elide, that on her period fought his uncle and his demonic things
while if I were her, in that state, with my huge amount of hormons I will be too occupied to rail Lorcan.
manon’s theme song is literally maneater by nelly furtato
Modern AU x Rowan Whitethorn, 1/?
Can we talk for a bit about this sweet moment where Abraxos kept Elide safe and warm so she could sleep. Meant to be a tough as nails (with literally iron teeth and tail spikes) Wyvern, and yet he wanted to calm Elide, helped her sleep. He also loves sniffing flowers, sunshine and free falling off towers like he’s dead just because it’s funny. 😂 My sweet boy Abraxos. ❤️
I was talking to a friend earlier and she said that the throne of glass series was better written and less problematic in her opinion than the acotar series and to be honest looking at the two series now I find myself agreeing with her. No throne of glass isn’t perfect either but when she said it’s like throne of glass should have been her second series because it would have shown how she grew as an author I was like wow I didn’t think of it like that. I’m not dissing Sarah or either series I like both does anyone else agree with us? I’m curious!
pls… pls if you have any fic recs with mating bond jealousy. and i mean male-going-absolutely-feral over his jealousy over his mate PLEASE suggest them.
need i even request for them to be smutty
ROWAN YOU FAE MALE PAIN IN THE ASS THROWING AEDION UNDER THE BUS LIKE THAT.
His, Rowan’s, protection of Aelin and his thoughts of when or if she dies and when she will get there.
He constantly has he on his mind.
Rowan and his cadre, or some of them. His reaction
Leaning towards sequins
Shiny, luxuriant and brand new
Nothing quite catches your brilliant honest smile
As intoxicating as the one you threw
So many years gone by
So little time
It took for me to reassemble
What I lost
What I once knew
How to destroy my day in five words or less: The Empire of Storms edition
Rowan and Dorian’s dynamic is interesting to watch and I really find Dorian’s mind fun to explore, like Rowan said it’s his greatest weapon - even over his magic.
If we put Rose Hathaway, Jude Duarte, Emma Carstairs, Manon Blackbeak, Aelin Galathynis, Penellaphe Balfour or any other strong female heroine from a book again each other. Why do I feel like Aelin or Manon would come out ontop? Am I wrong?
/ Vaughan goes to Terrasen after the war. Third person POV fluffy Elorcan
Lorcan turned around and immediately walked towards where the voice— female, young—came from. He was so disciplined that I almost thought it was a blood-oath order. But Fenrys had told me the three of them were blood-sworn to Aelin, and she was up in her chambers until the start of the festivities. This order was coming from someone else, someone Lorcan just … obeyed without complaint.
where was vaughn and what the hell was he doing while aelin and co. + the rest of the cadre (that were now sworn to her) were fighting a war???
Alright I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope it makes a couple of you chuckle. Thank you for reading and if anyone wants to be added to the tag list let me know!
In the aftermath of Kingdom of Ash, Fenrys finds himself connected with a mysteriously powerful fae female. With the confusion of her past and vast amount of power, the Aelin’s court becomes weary of Fenrys’s involvement.
Fenrys is still reeling after Connall’s death and while joining Aelin’s court has been a dream, his nightmares are still plagued by Maeve.
Vel will do anything to get the help she needs, but her past controls her emotions, and her hopes for the future clouds her judgement.
Maybe together they can mend what has been broken, but Vel’s strange origins will continue to keep them apart.
The plan was to let him think she was sleeping.
The plan was to wait for him to leave.
The plan was to sneak out of this room and out of the castle and never come back.
Plans fucking change.
Looking at Fenrys was the equivalent of looking into the sun. It hurt, but you couldn’t stop yourself. This was the only reason she allowed him to maneuver her into the position they were in now. She knew that his training ran deep and when she loosened her hold ever so slightly on his hand that he would take the opportunity to gain back his dominance.
The new plan was to look at him and then throw him off of the bed all together. It only took one shift of her lower body and legs, and then he would be on his ass.
Vel found herself unable to buck him off, because she couldn’t stop staring. The scars on his face were now just subtle red lines and somehow the almost nonexistent scars allowed him to look real. Vel had never seen someone who looked as perfect as him. Given that she had never met more than five people in her life, until recently, but the characters in her books had nothing on the male hovering a couple of inches from her face.
“Are you going to behave if I let your arms go?” His voice brought Vel out of her thoughts.
A rough laugh filled the chamber and she flashed him her teeth in anger. He was speaking to her as if she were a small child. “Probably not,” she gritted out.
“Then I guess we are at a standstill sweetheart.”
“Do not call me that.”
His eyes shone and she knew her mistake. He would never stop calling her that now, but her emotions got the best of her. The only person that had ever called her that was her father.
Fenrys made to speak again, but Vel beat him to it.
“Is this how you like your women? Pinned down, unable to move?” Her taunt was gross, uncalled for, and only said for the purpose of getting him off balance. His hands let go of her arms almost immediately and his face went completely blank.
It was a look of utter nonexistence, a look of nothingness. Vel just watched, eyes wide, as the warrior in front of her started the shake. His breathing started to quicken and then he was across the room. Vel sat up and looked upon the male. He was sliding down the brick wall while hyperventilating, eyes glazed over, like he was living in a nightmare.
Knowing the signs of a panic attack and having personal experiences with them, Vel slowly walked over to where the male now had his head in-between his knees.
“Breath, just breath,” she started to say as calmly as possible. “You are safe. Try to slow your breathing.” Nothing happened. “I need to know how to help you. Please tell me how to help you.” The whimper she heard from him nearly broke her heart. She kept repeating commands of breathing, but she realized that maybe he was more like her than she realized. There was only one thing that would get her out of a severe state like this.
She knew what she had to do.
Elide and Lorcan in a carnival troupe and posing as husband and wife… the fun, the discomfort… AHHH I LOVE IT.
Chaol : i wish we could block people in real life.
Dorian : restraining order
Aelin : murder.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE AN ANGSTY ROWAELIN FIC BASED ON DRIVERS LICENSE BY OLIVIA RODRIGO????? PLSSS I’LL PAY YOU GOOD MONEY
OR EVEN ELORCAN ANGST PLEASEEEEE!!!! DROP UR PAYPAL.