I am an Aedion Ashryer apologist, this man 1000% does not deserve all the hate he gets. Like yeah that whole thing while Lysandra was shitty and he could have handled it better but I get it.
Like Aelin and Lysandra came up with that whole plan without him, and considering how they pretty much decided you're going to have to have kids with the woman you love and want to marry, but she's going to be pretending to be your cousin and those kids are going to be raised by her and Rowan and you have no say. (Especially considering I'm sure he's thought about having kids of his own with Lysandra at some point in the future) so while I'm not excusing how he reacted I get why he was mad and lashed out, I would have too.
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After the Star Falls
This was supposed to be a part of my drabble collection, but it took on a life of its own.
Written as a part of my 600 follower celebration for @daevastanner, who wanted a drabble/oneshot based on a tiktok about Asterin reuniting with the Hunter in the afterlife.
Warning: Have tissues handy
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Here's a little tease:
Asterin had never feared death, had faced it willingly for the future of her sister-in-arms and the kingdom she would build. And perhaps this was why. Perhaps she had never been afraid because her Hunter had always been here. Waiting and watching over her.
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Cale x Alberu
“Did you know that I loved you?” Alberu whispers, his bloodied hand coming up, knuckles gently brushing over Cale’s cheek. Cale feels his breath catch, like it was him impaled with that sphere. He’s glad that he sent the kids away. He doesn’t think he can fake composure now.
It is the past tense that gets to him, really. As if his love would go away, fade as he takes his last breath. Cale thinks Alberu’s love would scald him long after he’s gone, as much a part of him as sinew and bone. He would rot with it.
‘Cale?’ Alberu murmurs, ‘you know the other life? the one where we could’ve been happy together?’
“Tell me something about it,” he whispers. "It can be anything. Anything at all. Just—"
“No,” Cale says, voice stern and eyes on him as his heart clenches and trembles in his chest. “No you stupid fucking man. It is this life. You will live and we will be happy in this life. Die and I will kill you myself.”
Alberu closes his eyes at the certainty of Cale’s voice. He feels warm, throughout his whole body, there is a slow warmth that settles into his very bones, his veins, each and every inch of him. Oh, he hasn’t felt so warm in so very long.
Maybe it is utter stupidity but he cannot help it. Maybe it is his own desperation but it’s everything he’s only ever longed to hear. They are the words he wants to reach out and pluck from the air to keep forever, spoken by the loveliest man he’s ever known.
“Keep him awake, don’t fucking let him sleep. We’re a minute out.”
“Sun of the Roan Kindgom,” Cale croaks.
Alberu hums, fingers moving gently over Cale’s hand. “I would want a house, with enough room for the kids and a few guest rooms for Rosaline, Mary and the other’s when they drop by. Our home will be warm, never absolutely spotless despite Ron’s persistent cleaning, Raon’s cookie crumbs littering the floor. It is never absolutely silent, the kid’s laughter cutting through the air, it will be modest and comforting in it’s simplicity. Somewhere we exist, without worrying if we’re doing it too loudly or not. Somewhere where we are just Alberu Crossman and Cale Heitenuse, just two idiots madly in love.”
Oh, fuck Alberu feels too full, so full of this want, this ardor and love—all for his idiot. He doesn’t know what to do with it, how to hold all of it because it feels like too much in him, too big to fit inside, like it will drown him from within. Oh fuck, he doesn’t want to die. Not when — not now, heart clenching with how deeply yearning hooks into him.
Cale feels like he is drowning, Alberu’s every wheezed out breath pulling him under. Fuck, he’ll pray, he’ll get down on his knees, offer up his life if it meant Alberu would live. The ancient powers are silent. You fucking God of Death! Take him and I will burn this world. I fucking dare you. Take him and I will reduce this world of yours to nothing but ash and bone. How the fuck is he meant to handle it all? He feels like all this pain and love is tearing him apart from the inside, echoing with grotesque pops of flesh that only he could hear. People aren’t built to feel the way he feels for him, his sun, his prince. Surely, it would crush even the strongest of them and Cale certainly isn’t.
“I would tell you I love you, every single day. You will let me sleep for as long as I’d like, keeping the kids from waking me. Sometimes, you try making Kimchi Jjigae and it would taste so fucking bad—”
“HEY!”
“But I’d eat it all. Sometimes you write me these silly little notes in Korean that you learn in secret from Choi Han—” His voice goes tight, like he’s feeling too much, knees ready to buckle.
“Please, Alberu, crown prince, my sun, love please,” he dissolves into incoherent blubbering, pressing in and curling closer.
“Hey, Cale? I love you.” he confesses, releasing a hoarse laugh. What he wants to say is that he’d do anything for him, whatever he wanted.
A punched out noise escapes him and he goes really still, because that just sounded like a goodbye.
Alberu goes still in his arms just as Goldie Gramps lands with Tasha and a Dark Elf doctor.
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Chapter 23 🎉
Hi! It’s my 23rd birthday and I want to take this opportunity to introduce myself!
🌲 My name is Skyler, I’m 23 and I live in Indiana with two dogs (Lady Mae & Louise) and cat (Obi).
🌻 I read mostly fantasy / romantasy but I’m trying to branch out a bit more this year so drop any romance, contemporary, thriller, etc recs in my asks/dms!
🦌 Three of my favorite books include Kindgom of Ash by Sarah J. Maas, The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, and The Grace Year by Kim Liggett.
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On October 23rd, we were honored to join 800 of Sarah J. Maas’ (@worldofsarahjmaas) biggest fans at the Symphony Space in New York City for the release of Kingdom of Ash, the final book in her Throne of Glass series.
Maas wanted to make this IRL good-bye to Celaena Sardothien was one she deserved—something as thoughtful and exciting as the rest of the series. The event included trivia, a photo booth, a mini art gallery filled with Throne of Glass fan art, and a pop-up bookshop of Sarah’s favorite reads. Fans were also encouraged to sign a copy of Kingdom of Ash for Sarah with messages of love for the series.
During the Q&A, hosted by Eliza Thompson, Sarah revealed a few gems about the series:
Aelin and Rowan are her favorite ship, with Manon and Abraxos in close second.
Manon Blackbeak was almost cut from the storyline itself, but she fought to keep her because of her incredible journey in Kingdom of Ash.
Her role models include Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Sailor Moon, both of whom balance femininity and badass-ness with ease.
Abraxos was inspired by the children’s book Ferdinand and her cousin’s dog Buddy, who was rescued from a dog fighting ring. Though Buddy experienced the worst of humanity, he can still see the good in it, just like Abraxos.
If she was stuck on a desert island, she’d want to be stuck with Dorian—he tans nicely.
Although the Throne of Glass series has come to an end, we haven’t seen the finality of its universe. A reference book is coming out in 2019 that will contain in-depth information about the characters, the world, and what happens after the events of Kingdom of Ash. How nice is that?
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