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justreadertings · 2 hours ago
sometimes I think about what would happen if, after KoA, the Court of Terrasen were around someone in chains
how both Aelin and Elide's heads would snap up
how they would not be able to look away, how memories would flood them
how Aelin would run her fingers over her smooth wrists and Elide would shift on her feet, moving restlessly
how Rowan and Lorcan would watch, from afar, once again bonded by terror and wrath and revenge, not for an evil queen- but for what thier powerful wives had endured
how Aelin's hand would link with Elide's, and how they would watch and hear and remember but that they would do it together, and that they had survived
that they would never feel helpless again, and that they were loved
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justreadertings · 21 hours ago
Friendly Reminder
Dorian was screaming "take it off" when his Wyrd collar was breaking
everyone seems to forgot this. I can't.
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thenerdandfandoms · a day ago
Cornelia Street: Haze
The days pass in a haze, now. I don’t remember my mornings or evenings. But I do remember memories of brown hair and eyes, of time spent kissing in the backseat of cars, drunk on love and happiness. We thought nothing could ever go wrong.
It’s all gone now.
Everything is gone.
Aelin makes her way through the hallway as the bell stops ringing. It’s packed with kids and teachers alike, all sending frustrated glares to the people around them.
Aelin is used to it by now. Used to the loud chatter of the popular kids and the indignant hum of the other ones below them in status.
She feels more than hears Lysandra approach her cautiously.
It pisses her off.
Everyone is always speaking to her in these soft voices, like she’s some sort of baby who doesn’t know what ‘death’ means. They’re always asking her if she’s okay and how she’s doing and watching her carefully like it’s only a matter of time until she explodes.
Well it is. Only a matter of time, because Aelin is so pissed. She just wants it all to stop, wants people to stop treating her like a ticking bomb.
Lysandra asks, “How are you doing, Sweetie?” Aelin doesn’t answer. She never does when that voice is used.
She hears Lysandra sigh mournfully and feels a twinge of guilt. Lysandra is grieving Sam, too. Aelin could be a little nicer.
But nobody is walking on needles around Lysandra, because she wasn’t in love with Sam. She loved him, sure. But she wasn’t in love with him. Not like Aelin was. Not like Aelin is.
Because, of course, she still loves him. Even after 5 months, she can’t stop choking up whenever he’s mentioned or she thinks about him.
Aelin closes her eyes and breathes deeply through her nose, tears gathering in her eyes. But not falling.
Five months. Five months since Aelin got the call from the hospital, five months since Sam’s time spent in a coma ended. Five months since Uncle Gavriel had to restrain Aelin as she screamed Sam’s name as they pulled the plug and he died peacefully.
Sam had always said he wanted to die adventurously. Like falling off a cliff he was just about to bungee jump from or some freak zipline accident.
Dying peacefully in bed had never been on his agenda. Unless he was dying peacefully next to her, he’d always said. He’d said he’d give up every single dream and fantasy if only he were next to her.
Aelin supposed the initial cause of his death was adventurous enough. A drunk driver came flying down the highway on the side of the mountains and didn’t stop even though Aelin was in the middle of the road.
So Sam pushed her out of the way. The car hit him head on and he spent three months in a coma. Aelin still went to school during those three months, going to the hospital every afternoon and talking to him, telling him when he got back she’d take him for ice cream and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe.
When they pulled the plug after he went brain-dead, she stopped going to school. Uncle Gavriel didn’t make her keep going, so she spent the next two months locked up in her room, only occasionally showering and eating because she was always a clean person that was unwilling to let herself get dirty.
As Aelin enters her last class for the day the bell rings obnoxiously. She sits in the back of the class and zones out, no longer caring about listening or taking notes like she used to. Sam used to tease her for taking notes, saying she was always so precise and clean; saying he loved her for that.
Now she’s lost yet another quality he loved about her. Aelin knows Sam would be disappointed in who she’s become. But she can’t stop.
She can’t stop having nightmares about the truck getting closer to her and then his arms pushing her out of the way. Nightmares about the last look he gave her, it took her a few months to remember what those last moments looked like. But now she remembers, it was a sad smile and ready eyes. He had mouthed ‘I love you’ to her before closing his eyes. It was his final goodbye to her.
Most of her nightmares are of the hospital though. They’re from a different person's perspective, seeing a young sixteen-year-old girl sob and scream until her voice turns rough. Then the person gluteus their head to see a beautiful young man with dark brown hair take his last breath. His eyes are closed and doctors have already left the room. He’s alone.
Uncle Gavriel had soothed Aelin that day at the hospital while she sobbed, but he had had tears streaming down his face as well. Everyone had loved Sam. He was kind and beautiful and generous. Everything Aelin was not. She had always wondered what Sam had seen in her. She was objectively beautiful but she hadn’t seen any redeeming qualities in herself. Nothing compared to the pure kindness of Sam Cortland.
Aelin thinks of him before she goes to sleep and wakes with his eyes a burning hole in her mind. She can’t stand to look at pictures of him, so the nightmares are the only place she can see him anymore.
After school, she goes to the cemetery where he’s buried. Aelin easily finds his name-his tombstone-because of how many times she’s visited.
Tears make their paths down her cheeks as she whispers to Sam, hoping he’s listening in heaven. “I’m sorry I failed you, Sam.”
This is a new Rowaelin High School AU idea I had! It’s inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Cornelia Street” hence the title! It’s a little sad right now (cried while writing it! 😢) but it’ll get better!
Let me know what you think!!!
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daisybrekker · a day ago
Elriel & Elorcan Parallel
I'd never heard such a sound, deep and joyous.
I'd never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald.
Elide’s mouth bobbed as she tried to stop her laughing. “It’s just... I’m Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name.”
He blinked.
Elide laughed again. “Lord Lorcan Lochan?”
It sounded just as ridiculous coming out.
Lorcan blinked at her, then howled.
She’d never heard such a joyous sound.
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ellanainthetardis · a day ago
Nothing gets me like the small kind wisp of a woman bringing the big bad traumatized grumbling guy to heel.
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endlessdaydream · a day ago
Rowaelin fandom, I need your help!!
I read this fic on tumblr and I cannot find it 🥺
The only chapter I can remember rn, was Aelin was pregnant and staying with Fenrys and Rowan. And there’s a scene where Aelin is outside and Rowan goes outside, and they get into a fight. Basically Rowan told Aelin that her & Sam’s relationship was nothing like his and Lyria’s, and that Aelin just got knocked up. Then Aelin storms off and Fenrys yells at Rowan and that was the end of the chapter
I’m trying so so hard to find it!!! Please please help ❤️❤️❤️
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ellanainthetardis · 2 days ago
Ok now that I’ve slept on it and that I’m on my way to work I have to say about the « crochan queen » twist... I’m not sure how I feel about it. On one hand I’m hyped, on the other... I think I liked the idea that Manon was just one witch breaking free from brainwashing better. Because not every character has to be « fated » to save the world or « special » in a cosmic way. Sometimes the best characters are random people who do great things just because they rise to circumstances. And I like that whole development of Manon growing into her own person and now it seems reduced to « fate » in a way... that whole moment when she takes the decision to save Asterin was so beautiful... and it was all her, not her Legacy or anything just her.
I need to read further though. I’m only at around chapter 20. Maybe it will be great later. Like I said, one part of me is punching the air at the twist because I’m all about Manon becoming queen of the witches. Granted I would rather have had her EARN it by freeing everyone and everyone voting for her to become their leader buuuut I will take what I can get.
It’s just that I feel every characters somehow turn out to be « cosmic special » in one way or another. But maybe that also fits into a greater plan I can see yet where I’m at in the book... there does seem to be a lot of fate involved in this whole war so...
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justreadertings · 3 days ago
Queen of Shadows page 536
Thinking about: Chaol and Aelin entering the glass castle for the last time with her escorting him by manacles and chains and how theyve come such a far way from the loyal Captain of the Guard and the Assassian with no loyalty in a lightless prison
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ellanainthetardis · 3 days ago
No but you don’t understand how this chapter is destroying me you’re not. IM SQUEALING INSIDE.
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ellanainthetardis · 3 days ago
I will not be satisfied until manon’s grandmother dies a horrible death.
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ellanainthetardis · 3 days ago
« 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. »
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rhysandswingspan · 3 days ago
My headcanon is that Aelin takes the HOTTEST showers EVER. Like boiling, burning, scalding hot showers and she loves it. And Rowan would take freezing cold showers because he read somewhere that it’s better for you and he is used to not having the luxury of hot water.
So Rowan and Aelin try to be a cute and couple-y and they decide to shower together but as soon as Rowan gets in the shower he freaks out because Aelin has it on SO SO SO hot.
And he goes to turn it down and then Aelin complains about how “fucking freezing” it is.
And then he’s all like “I’ll keep you warm”
And then they end up having s*x against the shower wall.
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Quotes and Cherries
~ “Celaena walked and walked, until she found herself by the tree-lined shore of a lake, glaringly bright in the midday sun. She figured it was as good a spot as any as she crumpled to the mossy bank, as her arms wrapped tight around herself and she bowed over her knees. There was nothing that could be done to fix her. And she was...she was... A whimpering noise came out of her, lips trembling to hard she had to clamp down to keep the sound inside. -- She vaguely felt the light shifting on the lake. Vaguely felt the sighing wind, warm as it brushed against her damp cheeks. And heard, so soft it was as if she dreamed it, a woman's voice whispering, Why are you crying, Fireheart?... Because I am lost, she whispered onto the earth. And I do not know the way.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire 🍒🍒🍒 ~ “Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms 🍒🍒🍒 “What does that mean? he demanded. She smiled sadly. You'll figure it out. And when you do... She shook her head, knowing she shouldn't say it, but doing it anyway. When you do, I want you to remember that it wouldn't have made any difference to me. It's never made any difference to me when it came to you. I’d still pick you. I’ll always pick you.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Only promise me one thing, if I do go, give us a happy ending, will you? In your book?” “I don’t believe in endings” ― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron 🍒🍒🍒 ~“If this were The Beautiful Cordelia, a mad but handsome duke would come staggering across the heath, but nothing ever happened as it did in books.” ― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.” ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.” ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Anyone who says women are weak is afraid they're too strong.” ― Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market 🍒🍒🍒 ~“And there in front of her was Julian, his eyes and ears closed to anything but Livvy, her body cradled against his. She seemed a drift of fragile ash or snow, something impermanent that had blown into his arms accidentally: the petal of a faerie flower, the white feather of an angel's wing. The dream of a little girl, the memory of a sister reaching up her arms: Julian, Julian, carry me.” ― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows😥 🍒🍒🍒 “But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight 🍒🍒🍒 “It is not such a hard thing, is it - to die for your friends.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms 🍒🍒🍒 “She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire 🍒🍒🍒 “Before I die, I want the person I’m meant to be and have that be enough.” ― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places 🍒🍒🍒 “You have to live your life like you’ll never be sorry. It’s easier just to do the right thing from the start so there’s nothing to apologize for.” ― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places 🍒🍒🍒 “By the time we’re done, their guests have gathered outside to see the boy who must have flowers to give to the girl he loves.” ― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places 🍒🍒🍒 “I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.” ― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium 🍒🍒🍒 “That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.” ― Lauren Oliver, Requiem 🍒🍒🍒 “I run for I don't know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. Alex told me to run. So I run. You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way. But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope,and without fear. I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved-out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. One day you have parents; the next day you're an orphan. One day you have a place and a path. The next day you're lost in the wilderness. And still the sun rises and clouds mass and drift and people shop for groceries and toilets flush and blinds go up and down. That's when you realize that most of it - life, the relentless mechanism of existing - isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium
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malaflamed · 5 days ago
“ stop  apologizing , okay ?? i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” ( from elide )
IS A HUNDRED EVEN ENOUGH ??? she’s sure she hasn’t been that dramatic in her apology, but that’s no less then elide probably deserves for being subjected to the monster she’d became due to marion’s sacrifice. it was easy to run from that as celeana, to hide behind a name that has always been soiled and blackened with blood of countless - by taking aelin galathynius - it meant accepting she’d committed all those sins with her hero’s name; because elide had lost her mother in the process to give her that life. she hesitates- had she been about to mention it again? maybe. yes. “ elide - “ she starts, hands outstretched slightly, though not going a step further, “ it isn’t a small thing, i don’t want you to think that i ever thought it was - “
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“ what marion gave me that day - i haven’t done much to earn it. i won’t lie and say that i have - “
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malaflamed · 6 days ago
‘  i’ll  find  you  again ,  wherever  we  end  up  next .  ’ ( from rowan )
WHEREVER WE END UP NEXT. a promise sworn with little to no hope in it, aelin’s fingers close around his. she hadn’t told him - hadn’t told him the truth. the suspected price to seal the gate closed. nameless. that she was his. he had no clue how near that could be - would be for her - and her alone - and maybe he wouldn’t learn the truth until it was too late. maybe in all of her selfishness she would get this one, final thing. “ we aren’t going anywhere good if we can’t get around the blockade. “
fingers of her other hand reach up to touch the side of his face, and aelin lets out a soft, shuttering breath, “ to whatever end, my love. my friend. “ he believed they’d make it out of this, or die together. but she had no intention of letting him die. eyes catch and hold on his, and she speaks, one final time, “ we’ll each other again. but for right now - we’re going to do our damndest to blow her to hell first. “
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