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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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I loved “our little witchling” so much 🥹 Both of them being so protective but especially Manon was so cute like Manon was immediately so attatched. Would you think about doing a part two with what happens during the birth? Like they were already worried about pregnancy being dangerous what if something goes wrong (but of course is alright in the end) and Manon just struggling because there’s no villain to kill, no one did this, things just happen. And their reactions to meeting the baby? I really love how you write angst and fluff!

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Manorian x Reader

(part one)

Summary: Reader has some birth complications

Warnings: blood, angst, not proofread

A/N: ah I’m so glad you liked it <3 thank you for the idea and request! you’re so kind. this can be read separate from part one!

Manon felt terror she hadn’t experienced in years. Not since … But your slowly paling face, the blood rushing from you, the healers swarming you. She wouldn’t let go of your hand, couldn’t. And snarled at everyone who tried to separate her from you. She couldn’t lose you - or this witchling, couldn’t. She wouldn’t let it happen. There’s nothing for her to destroy her, no revenge to be had, no enemy to destroy, and all she could do was have faith in the healers, and you. She’d never felt so helpless.

Dorian’s hand covered her own, an arm wrapped around her shoulder, but she couldn’t look at him. Your hand was slowly growing limp in hers, and one of the healers let out a slew of curses - quickly silenced by another.

She watched your breaths grow heavy, shaky, and slow.

Please, she begged, please hold on. And sent prayers to the three-faced Goddess, to silba, to any god or goddess she could think of.

Dorian couldn’t rip his eyes from you. His hand covered Manon’s, and his thumb brushed against the edge of your thumb. Cold, your skin was so cold.

He glanced towards the edge of the bed, to the bloody sheets, and swallowed harshly before fixing his gaze on your face.

His mind cycled through the books, everything he’d read…

“The baby,” He whirled, taking the small form from the healer’s arms - who let her go without a fuss, and crouched next to you, holding her, the little witchling, against your chest. Manon took your arm, folding it over the small form.

He brushed your hair away from your forehead - covered in sweat, before pressing a kiss to your brow.

He watched as your fingers twitched, tightening around the form, before your eyes slowly blinked open. The baby was silent, watching you with wide eyes. A smile crossed your face, and Dorian let out a slow breath.

“Y/n,” he called softly, but your attention didn’t leave the small child.

“Hello little one,” you cooed. The world was fuzzy around you, but you saw the small baby in your arms. The little witchling. Sweet and wide eyed. She has Dorian’s nose, and you could’ve sworn a bit of gold flickered in her eyes. Maybe you were hallucinating.

Something had gone wrong, that much you knew, and the buzz of healers around you and magic flowing into you told you that.

You don’t know how long it took, but eventually you felt Manon’s hand atop yours, helping hold the baby still, Dorian’s hand gently stroking your forehead, pushing sweaty hair away from your face.

You turned to them with a slightly dazed smile. “Hello.” Tears, tears lined Manon’s face and you frowned. “Nothing to cry over.” Manon choked back a sob, but squeezed your hand lightly. Her own tears, the sight over her upset, made a few fall down your own cheeks.

Dorian’s thumb brushed them away. “Nothing to cry over,” he repeated your words and you let out a weak laugh.

#manorian x y/n #manorian x reader #poly!manorian #poly!manorian x reader #poly!manorian x y/n #dorian havilliard x y/n #dorian havilliard x reader #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak x y/n #throne of glass fic #throne of glass imagine #not proofread

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highladyofterrasen7 · 5 months

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How the sjm couples react to their ship names

Feysand- Rhys starts signing documents with feysand. Feyre finds it adorable

Nessian- cassian calls her nessian. Nesta gets pissed, they argue, they fuck

Gwynriel- az starts blushing and runs away. Gwyn runs after him

Elucien- both run away. (They like it)

Rowaelin- aelin loves it, starts cackling. rowan is annoyed (nothing new)

Manorian- dorian also calls her it, manon is afraid bc of commitment issues, and tries to run away but abraxos stops her

Lysaedion- Lysandra laughs with aelin. Aedion gets annoyed and broods with rowan

Elorcan- Lorcan loves how elides name is first and elide sits there smug before joining the others and laughing

Chaorene- chaol wants to name his child it. Yrene says no.

Quinlar- hunt is in the asteri dungeons??? He can’t react. Soz

Srsly tho- they brood bc it’s their last names and they’re vain (try to combine umbra mortis and starborn)

Ruhnlidia- Lidia gets annoyed bc it’s uninventive. Ruhn likes it

Ariflynn- (shush) Ariadne disappears (again) bc why would she have a ship name with him??? Flynn adores it

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darklinaforever · 6 months

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“Sarah J Mass continues the trend where abusive relationships are portrayed as completely acceptable.”

Um... Feysand is abusive ? Is Elriel abusive ? Nessian is abusive ? Rowaelin is abusive ? Manorian is abusive ? I... WTF ?!

Apparently, from what I know, people are saying that Feysand is abusive starting in book 4, when... no ? Yes, it sucks that Rhysand hid the pregnancy problem from Feyre, but you know what stress can do to an already stressed pregnant woman ? A miscarriage. And clearly, even if Rhysand wasn't perfect on this one, the risk and fear it provoked in him made sense. Making a mistake in a healthy relationship isn't the end of the world, especially with such a complicated situation, essentially dead end. The purpose of this plot specifically being Nesta's rescue for her relationship with Feyre. Maybe SJM didn't handle the scenario very well, but that's okay in itself. Especially since Rhysand planned to talk to Feyre about it at one point or another. He wasn't planning on hiding it from her until the birth or never telling her ! What would have really been toxic is... oh I don't know, absolutely wanting to risk having your son at the risk of Feyre's life and the baby no matter what by hiding it from her ?! (And let me have a doubt, but Rhysand's life was just as threatened as Feyre... If one dies, so does the other. No ?!) Also, it's a fantasy universe... I mean, a mistake in a couple of two immortal Fae essentially caused by the fear of the death of your partner and your baby... Uh, I think we can forgive, right ? This is nothing compared to the whole relationship Feyre had with Tamlin !

I've literally seen people say that if Feyre had died at the end of the book, it would have confirmed that Rhysand was toxic / abusif, but in what way ? I remind you that Feyre knew about it at that time and that no matter if she would have known from the start, there was no solution for Feyre's case ! It was literally a no-win situation ! Rhysand would have been abusive of what ? For getting her pregnant ? Knowing that Feyre wanted this baby and was the one who decided to have one ? Also, these people were even talking about the fact that Rhysand would probably have blamed himself for Feyre's death but believed that he had done the moral and right thing... Like WTF ? Did these people even forget that Rhysand would have died with Feyre if she was fucking dead ?! They don't even make the effort to pretend they know what they're talking about ! Seriously, the reasoning of the antis is slammed to the ground.

Rhysand essentially wanted to avoid any risk of unnecessary stress to Feyre (because once again it's fucking dangerous) in the sense that he hoped to find a solution to save her before telling her about the problem. And then, even if he didn't tell her right away after understanding that no, there was no solution, I would like to see you there telling the love of your life that she is inevitably going to die during delivery with the baby, when she was so happy and impatient to have this child and start this new chapter of your life together ?!

Oh, and apparently the protective shield was toxic... You know, that same shield, brought in with the new threat emanating from the mortal queens, Beron's schemes and fucking Koshei... (Knowing that Rhys literally said in book 2 that he would be terrified to see his soulmate pregnant while they were surrounded by enemies, and the idea of what he would be capable of doing if Feyre was expecting a child and that she was threatened or harmed. Well I don't even see how this shield thing would shock the reader or be out of character for Rhysand...) This same protective shield that Feyre accepted despite gently making fun of it with Cassian, and that Rhysand then lowered so that she could be in contact with their family members whenever they wanted and / or whenever the moment presented itself once they were able to fully master it. So basically she could still touch her family / people she wanted... (Especially since Feyre may have a shield on her, but she is not kept locked up. She is free to go out and do what she wants. At one point, Feyre even says that she should accompany Nesta, Casian and Azriel into danger, after Rhysand says the same thing, then Rhysand corrects it by saying that they should accompany them both. Not that she shouldn't go. He's not fucking controlling her !) The real toxicity would have been keeping the shield on under all circumstances despite the conversation Feyre and Cassian had about it the first time he was addressed.

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dawninlatin · 2 years

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Lab assistant in training

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU

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Summary: When their daughter gets sick, Manon has to take her to work.

«Shit! It’s seven already? I’ll go and wake Rhia before I leave.»

Manon hummed in agreement, taking a slow sip from her steaming cup of coffee, as Dorian hurried out of the kitchen.

He was supposed to give a guest lecture at the local university today, and was already running late, though that was nothing out of the ordinary for the Blackbeak-Havilliard household. Manon, on the other hand, was busy arranging berries around a bunny-shaped pancake, to hopefully please their three-year-old daughter, who was known to be quite grumpy in the mornings.

She’d thought becoming a mother meant never sleeping in again, being woken up by an energetic toddler at the ass-crack of dawn every morning, but so far it had been the opposite; one of them had to carefully coax little Rhiannon out of her dear bed, and then it was at least half an hour of not making too loud noises or making inhumane demands such as «putting on your socks» or «brushing your teeth» as she made the effort to fully wake up.

They really were raising a teenager trapped in a toddler’s body.

Manon had just put the plate down on the table when Dorian reentered the kitchen. He was carrying a still-sleeping Rhia, her head resting on his shoulder. «I think she has a fever,» Dorian winced.

Worry immediately filling every inch of her, Manon stepped over to them, placing her hand on Rhia’s forehead. Dorian was right, she was a little warm.

«Rhia? Honey, are you not feeling well?» Manon cooed, brushing a few strands of pale hair away from her daughter’s face. Rhia’s eyes remained closed, but she made a few incoherent noises, letting them know she was on her way to waking up, at least.

The little girl whined at the loss of warmth as Dorian set her down on her chair, but she slowly blinked, then rubbed her eyes. Dorian carefully pushed the plate of breakfast towards her, and she obediently took a bite out of her pancake, staring out into nothing as she slowly chewed.

«Morning’s aren’t easy, huh?» Dorian chuckled, and Manon had to smile too as the only answer he got was a solemn «Uh-huh.»

Getting the thermometer from the bathroom, Manon measured her temperature to 100. It wasn’t too bad, but Rhia’s daycare had a strict sick-child-policy, and wouldn’t accept anyone with a temperature over 99,8.

Dorian turned towards Manon, then, face serious. «I’d stay home today, but this lecture has been planned for months. I can’t reschedule or cancel.» His concerned gaze told her he’d actually rather stay home with their sick child than hold the most important lecture of his career this far.

Eight years had passed, and Manon was still amazed by how much love and adoration she could feel for this man. Watching him become the greatest father in the world had only intensified those feelings.

«I’m not too busy today, I can work from home,» Manon offered, but she winced as she suddenly remembered her plan for today. «I need to be there for second period, though. My seniors have a big test later this week.» One she’d promised they’d spend today’s lesson preparing for.

Dorian frowned as he tried to come up with a solution. «I could ask Chaol to take her for the day?» Chaol was currently on paternity leave with his and Yrene’s second child, a six-moths-old baby boy named Theodore.

«No,» Manon started, shaking her head. «It’s probably just a light fever, but I don’t want Theo to catch it if it’s a virus. She can come with me for my lesson, and then we’ll go right back home.»

Drawing a breath, Dorian was about to say something more, but Manon stopped him. «Now you need to go, or you’ll be late.» To soothe him further, she placed a light kiss on his lips.

It lasted long enough, though, for a loud «Gwoss mommy!» to come from the kitchen table, and they both turned to find Rhia staring at them with a look of pure disgust on her face.

Laughing, Dorian said, «Alright, now that you seem to be in your usual spirits, I can leave!» He stopped by Rhia on his way out to place a kiss on her head, in which she groaned and lightly swatted at him to make him leave.

Toddler-sized teenager indeed.

«Bye, my adorably grumpy girls!» Dorian waved as he left.

Grinning like a fool, Manon waved back, then shifted all her attention to Rhiannon.

«How do you feel about joining mommy for work today?»

«YES!» Leaving the table, half-eaten pancakes forgotten, Rhia started jumping up and down in excitement. «Can we make slime again?»

Manon chuckled as she remembered last time she’d brought Rhia to work. Trying to combine entertaining a toddler and teaching a bunch of teens chemistry, she’d landed on making slime. Pink, glittery slime.

Man, motherhood had really changed her.

«I’ll see what we can do, but you need to get dressed, then.»

Before she knew it, Rhia was barreling down the hallway towards her room, talking about how she had to wear her new tutu, because aunty Aelin had to see it.

Manon sent a quick text to Aelin, or Principal Galathynius as she’d been as of last August, to let her know she’d be bringing an assistant today, then followed Rhia, ready to bribe a three-year-old into not wearing a halloween costume in public in the month of May.

After barely avoiding a tantrum, Rhiannon and Manon had finally compromised on her tutu, but no fairy wings or tiara or kitten-shaped slippers that meowed for every step you took (Manon had sent Lorcan nasty glares at work for a full month after that «present»).

Speaking of cats, Rhia had also insisted Abraxos told her last night he wanted to come too.

To distract her from that idea, Manon picked up her daughter’s backpack and told her to pack a few toys she could play with throughout the day.

Manon quickly got ready herself, packed her own bag, checked to see that Rhia hadn’t found any disturbingly noisy toys (nothing to worry about, the backpack was filled with a barbie doll, a plastic dinosaur, a Baby Yoda plushie, a puzzle, and a book about autotrophic organisms from Manon’s college days that Rhia had found and completely fallen in love with, even if she definitely couldn’t read advanced science textbooks yet). All in all, Manon had to admit she had the coolest kid in the world.

Then they were out the door, without a minute to spare.

By the time they made it to the high school where both Manon and Dorian worked, they were five minutes late. Manon tried urging Rhia to walk faster, but she was too busy jumping from tile to tile to notice. «Can you please hurry a little, Rhia?»

«No, mommy, they’re lava!» Rhia pointed to the lines in between all the tiles, and Manon had to suppress a sigh. Everything was lava these days.

«Can’t you put on lava shoes?»

«That’s not how it works.»

After what seemed like forever, they reached Manon’s classroom, where everyone was now waiting for her. Before she opened the door, she crouched in front of her daughter. «First, I have to teach a little, so you have to try and be quiet, okay?» Rhia nodded, face solemn. She was the spitting image of Manon, but when she made that face, she was all Dorian.

«Maybe you can puzzle, or look in your book?» Rhia nodded once more, glancing at the door as she thought over something. Even with twenty students waiting for her, Manon gave Rhia the little time she needed to ask her question.

«Can I say hi to everyone?» Manon melted a little at the sweet, innocent question.

She’d gone soft. There was no doubting it now. And while not as scary as before, perhaps, her students would get quite the shock, as she was still known to be rather hostile.

How her reputation had survived, was beyond her, though. Her relationship with Dorian had been known to everyone ever since they got busted over a fucking Zoom-call, and the fact that they had a kid together was no secret either. Still, almost every student, new and old, was slightly terrified of her.

Manon couldn’t blame it all on motherhood, though. She’d been a lost case from the moment she met Dorian. That bastard.

Smiling, she said to Rhia, «Of course you can say hi. Ready?»

Rhia nodded eagerly, and then Manon stood up and opened the door.

«Sorry I’m late, I suddenly had to bring a little assistant with me today-» Manon turned to gesture towards Rhia, but the girl wasn’t right behind her.

No, Rhia was still standing in the hallway, halfway hidden behind the door, staring at all the teenagers with wide, frightened eyes. For as much attention as her daughter could crave at home, she could be quite shy around strangers.

Manon sighed, crouching down in front of her again with a soft smile on her face. «You can come inside, Rhia. I promise these people are very nice, even if they look a little scary.»

She couldn’t believe she was saying it out loud. She loved being a teacher, yes, but she never outright admitted it. The things you did for your own child, though…

Behind her, the classroom was eerily quiet, only interrupted by someone dropping their pencil.

Rhia didn’t budge, assurance or not, only stared at the floor.

«Come,» Manon tried again, holding out her arms. Rhia hesitated for a moment, but then hurried into Manon’s safe embrace, hiding her face in her chest.

«Did you not want to say hi to everyone?» The voice Manon spoke in was the softest, mildest she’d ever used in this classroom, but she didn’t have the time to overthink it as she walked over to the blackboard. Rhia had clearly changed her mind from earlier, because she only shook her head, burrowing further into her chest.

Maneuvering both their bags down onto her desk, Manon picked up a piece of chalk and said, «She’s a little shy, but give her a few moments and she’ll warm up, I promise.» She even smiled at her stunned students, a nervous, awkward smile. Then she turned towards the board and begun her lesson, her child still clinging to her like a koala.

Manon had been right, Rhiannon had warmed up after a little while. An hour had gone by, and she’d already done her puzzle, «read» her book, drawn lots of little drawings on the lower part of the board, and was now sitting by Manon’s desk, humming to herself as she played with her barbie and her t-rex while Manon walked around helping her students with some tasks to practice for their test.

She was about to help a girl with calculating a concentration when she heard a pair of little feet running towards her, and before she knew it, Rhia was standing right next to her, holding up her barbie so Manon could help her put on a dress.

Accepting the barbie, Manon tried to ignore how the student she’d been about to help stared at her, as if she’d grown horns in the middle of the classroom. When she was done, Manon handed the doll back to Rhia, but the girl didn’t run back.

The look on her face told Manon she was about to ask her for something she couldn’t say no to, and of course Rhia didn’t disappoint.

«Mommyyyyy?»

«Yes, sweetheart?»

«Can we do it now? Pleaaaaaaaaase?»

Those big, blue puppy eyes were another thing Rhia had inherited from her father, and they were even harder to resist on a toddler.

Sighing, Manon nodded, then said something she’d never thought she’d say out loud in her classroom. «If anyone wants a break from studying, they can help us make slime.»

Rhia took off towards Manon’s desk, opening the main drawer and digging out the goggles she’d found earlier, when she searched through everything. She put them on, huge smile on her face, and Manon gave her a huge smile back, pulling up her phone to snap a picture to Dorian.

Later, they were in Manon’s office, Manon preparing tomorrow’s test while barbie now fought a war against t-rex. Rhia was talking to herself as she played, and it was the most adorable thing ever.

Manon had planned to go home after her lesson, but Rhia seemed completely fine apart from her slight fever, and she didn’t seem to mind being here, so they’d stayed, Manon trying to get some more work done.

Someone knocked on the door, and Rhia shot up to answer it, eager as ever.

«Aunty Yrene!»

«If it isn’t my favourite lab assistant!»

Rhia beamed as Yrene Towers stepped into the office, leaning down to give her goddaughter a hug.

As the toddler let go and skipped out into the empty teacher’s lounge, Yrene gave Manon a knowing smirk. «I had your seniors after lunch today, and they couldn’t shut up about how Ms. Blackbeak brought the most adorable kid with her and how she wouldn’t stop smiling and she even used the word sweetheart and I even think she gave us a compliment?!»

Manon rolled her eyes as hard as she could, yet her twitching lip gave her away.

«It’s all Dorian’s fault,» Manon said, but she was actually smiling now, looking at the wall behind her computer, filled with photos of Rhiannon, of Dorian, of all of them together, even one of Abraxos.

«Sure it is.» Yrene sat down in one of the chairs. «Why is it still Miss Blackbeak though?»

«Not this again! We live together, we’re engaged, we have a damn kid together! What more could you possibly want?» Yrene had been a strong supporter of their relationship from the very beginning. Before, even.

«At this point, I’m so invested I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.» Manon snorted as Yrene looked dreamily into the air.

«I’ll make you my maid of honor, or you can even officiate the wedding! We’ll name our sixth-born child after you! On our joint tombstone, it can say Courtesy of Yrene Towers on the bottom!»

«Okay, fine, I get it, I have a problem!»

As they kept joking, Manon could hear Dorian enter the teacher’s lounge, back from his lecture, by the way Rhia called, «Daddy! Don’t step there it’s lava!»

«Oh no! But you’re standing in it!»

«I have lava shoes, silly!»

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#manorian #manon x dorian #dorian x manon #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #tog #sjm #sarah j maas #manorian fanfiction #manorian fluff #manorian one shot #dawninlatin teacher au

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reign-of-dreamers · 4 years

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RoD Modern AU

Luciana Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard

#heirs of dreams #throne of Glass #reign of dreamers #Luciana Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard #tog #tog next gen #rod Modern AU #tog edit #manorian #manorian child #my aesthetic #a hop and rod modern au

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tato-acm · 5 years

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sábado 20 . 04 . 2019

Manorian child AU - Asteria Blackbeak Havilliard Crochan

Jennie Kim as Asteria

#manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manon crochan #manorian #manorian child #asian manon #asteria #witch #jennie #jennie kim #sjm #au #fanfic #koa

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saintnesryn · 5 years

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rufousnmacska · 6 years

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I just posted the final chapter to my manorian fic last week and since it’s easier to read on AO3, I thought I’d shamelessly share the link.

(and perhaps lure y’all in with this gif...)

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian fanfiction #manorian fanfic #child of peace #my writing #kingdom of ash #tog #throne of glass #lol #shameless reblog

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firebreathingbitchqueen26 · 6 years

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Angel By The Wings: Chapter 1

Thank you for reading! I hope you like the first chapter. The main story takes place about 2 years after the second part of the prologue. All in all, about 18 years after EOS. This chapter is just an introduction to the rest of the main characters in the story. We will be meeting someone very interesting next chapter so I hope you are all excited!

Chapter 1

2 years later

The pine needles, covering the sun dappled ground of the forest, muffled the strides of her horse and the others pacing along beside her.

If only she could have taken Pisa, she already would have been in Adarlan. Leanna Iva Havilliard Blackbeak sighed in boredom as she resumed her random scanning of the forest. Not that anything interesting would happen, Fenrys was here to make sure of that.

Just for fun, she shot a glare at the white wolf that prowled along beside her mare.

He snarled back, the mocking tone clear. The wolf was always good for a quick laugh, especially on this boring journey. Her parents had left Terrasen after the celebration weeks ago but she had been asked to stay behind and leave with Marion and Cal.

At that thought, she looked behind her to the girl astride the horse behind her. Marion Lochan’s dark eyes were absent as usual, her dark hair swinging across her face like a curtain. Tall for her age, Marion’s dark horse was massive compared to her bay mare.

At least her horse seemed to have a little fire to him, stomping his foot in agitation at the slow pace. Her mare was irritatingly compliant with the speed.

“Can we go a little faster?” Any of her patience, not that she had much, had left her as she resumed her glaring at the wolf. A bright flash of light forced her to look to the side as he shifted back into his human form.

Admittedly he was very handsome, with his long blond hair and dark eyes, part of her wished that he would stay human all the time. At least he would give her something more interesting to look at then the rutting trees.

“We go the pace I want.” He growled, resuming his irritatingly slow pace along the path.

“But I’m bored” Whining, she tosses her hair behind her shoulder, and contorts her face into a winning smile. From the look on his face, he is not buying it. With a huff, she returns to braiding her dark hair around her fingers.

“We could go a little faster, couldn’t we?” Marion had caught up, shooting Fenrys a sweet smile. “Then we could reach an inn and not have to sleep on the ground.” Fenrys softens visibly at Marion’s smile.

“Alright.” He consents and with a flash of light, shifts back into the wolf. The white wolf shoots forward, his feet thudding against the soft ground. Marion swings her hair away from her face, the sweet smile vanishing being replaced by a devious grin.

She might wear the smile around her parents and the rest of the world but this girl was a troublemaker at heart. The only ones that Marion didn’t have wrapped around her finger was her mother, Lea’s mother and the Queen.

“Now why can’t I do that?” Lea growls under her breath in irritation. Marion looks back at Lea, already gathering up her reins to catch up with Fenrys.

“Because I’m just sweeter then you are Lea.” She laughs, nudging her horse into a canter. Lea growls under her breath, pushing her horse forward to catch up with the other girl.

“Like rutting hell, you are!” She yells, as her mare begrudgingly shifts into a faster gear. Marion’s laughter echoes through out the woods as the stupid horse finally figures out how to move forward at a fast-enough pace. They easily catch up with Marion astride her stallion.

“You are not sweeter then me.” Lea gasps for breath, trying not to let her discomfort show. Obviously, Marion sees it.

“You still hate horses, don’t you?” Marion pulls up her mount, causing Lea’s mare to jolt uncomfortably as she slows down.

“I don’t hate horses.” She grumbles, glaring down at the bay mare who stands quite comfortably beside the stallion. “They just aren’t as easy to deal with as Pisa.”

Marion’s laughs at that, continuing along the path. “Only you would find your wyvern easier to deal with then Opie.”

“Is that the beast’s name?” Lea muses as she glances down at the mare ambling along beneath her.

“She’s sweet.” Marion defends the horse, stroking her own animal.

“Whatever. I wish I was with Cal.” Calore Ashryver, the closest thing that Terrasen had to a prince. Why he had been allowed to fly off on his own for the first half of the journey, she had no idea. Maybe it was because he wasn’t the heir to the throne. Still it was unfair.

“But if you were off with Cal, you wouldn’t get to be with me.” Marion grinned at her, a real smile. Not one of the fake ones that she had perfected for everyone else but one of her real ones. And Lea felt herself compelled by some strong urge to smile back.

………………………………………………………………………

“Thank god.” Dramatically throwing herself on the bed, Lea grinned up at her friend as he rolled his eyes in irritation.

“What, I can’t hate sleeping on the floor?” She challenged him, sitting up on her bed. Marion, braiding her hair, blinks at them both. She was used to their squabbles, as they occurred quite often. It had always been the three of them, throughout all those summers in Terrasen and winter visits in Adarlan. They were the only children of the royals of this continent and had bonded over their status.

“Why are you such a princess?” He groaned, leaning his thin frame back against the wall. She and Marion were sharing a room and he was sharing with Fenrys. Fenrys was out, probably patrolling or securing the inn or whatever the hell her mother had insisted on before she had permitted her to travel alone.

Opening her mouth for a vicious retort, she was interrupted by Marion. “Alright, I want to go see Vincichi.” Swinging her legs off the bed, Marion grabs her boots as she stands up, looking at them pointedly. Lea rolls her eyes but consents to Marion’s peacemaking attempts.

That’s the way it always goes. She and Cal start to fight and Marion interrupts.

“But Fenrys told us to stay here until he got back.” Cal frowns.

Marion rolls her eyes and extends her hand out to Lea, “Coming?” Marion’s smile is infectious and Lea takes her warm hand in her own.

“Let’s go.”

Cal sighs heavily but follows as they walk out of the room. Lea runs her hand along the peeling wallpaper, making a face at the damp plaster underneath. Her hand is still locked firmly in Marion’s and she glances back over her shoulder at Cal.

He’s dragging his feet, his brown hair dulled under the dim light seeping out through the one solitary window in the hall. As if sensing her gaze on him, he looks up and meets her blue eyes with his. He had inherited the famous Ashryver eyes.

That was the only thing that marked him as a Terrasen noble.

The rest of his features and colouring were all courtesy of his mother. Like Marion. She was almost an exact copy of Aunt Elide but had been gifted with her father’s tall frame and dark and almost unreadable onyx eyes.

She, unfortunately, may have inherited her father’s hair and eyes but had gained her mother’s terrifying face. Despite the iron nails and teeth, there wasn’t an ounce of humanity etched across her features. People involuntarily shrunk away from her and her mother.

Marion was the only one who had never flinched away from her.

Marion whose dark eyes sparkled with excitement. They slid past the almost empty bar, obviously this inn was not a popular choice among any travellers, and out into the dark night. There was no light other then the torches on the front of the inn.

Tipping her head up to the sky, Lea stared up at the night. There were no stars, no visible moon.

“The clouds must have covered it all.” Marion echoes her thoughts, glancing around at the dark.

“Whatever, lets just go and then we can head back into the inn.” Cal looks around nervously.

“Oh, come on, we are going to see your horse! You could at least be a little happy about it.” Marion teases moving closer to bump her hip against Cal’s. Feeling Marion’s hand slip out of hers, her heart clenches for a moment, mourning the loss of contact.

“Shove off.” Cal mutters but even he can’t control his smile. Marion’s excitement and happiness is infectious for everybody.

“Ooh tough guy.” Lea joins in with teasing her brother.

“What are you going to do?” Marion chimes in, flicking Cal with the end of her braid.

“Stop it both of you!” Cal’s face twists into a forced scowl, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Come on, Cal. What are you going to do?” Lea shoves her shoulder against Cal’s, causing him to stumble slightly against her weight.

“Knock it off.” Cal shoves back against her, knocking her off the thin path. For a moment, her feet slide, and her heart drops out of her chest until Marion seizes her arm, pulling her back on to solid ground.

“Be more careful!” Cal slung an arm around her shoulders.

“You pushed me, you ass!” Lea shoves him backwards before running off along the path. Marion caught up with her easily, her laughter echoing through the dark woods. Until it cut off. And was replaced with a single female scream.

“Marion!” The darkness seemed crushing as Lea halted, desperately wishing her senses were as good as the fae’s.

“Lea.” Cal’s features barely stood out in the dark, his height the only key identifier.

“What is going on?” She whispered furiously, trying not to panic.

“I don’t know, Marion was there and then…” He turns, moving so that she can only see the back of his head framed against the pine trees.

Reaching out, she grabs a hold of his arm, “Don’t leave. Something’s wrong.” All she can hear is a crushing silence, so strong that it feels like a weight is crushing against her ears. She strained, trying to hear something, anything. But there was nothing. No sign of Marion or the wolf.

“Ow. Lea. Ow.” Cal’s voice breaks her out of her stupor. Looking down she can see her iron nails embedded in his arm, feel and smell the blood welling up around her nails. Releasing him, she stared off into the dark, straining to see something, anything.

“Come on.” Brushing past Cal and using the trees to guide her hands, she could feel the slight widening of the path on her feet. They were at the stable, finally. She could see the torch light glimmering up ahead, casting a slight light over the trees.

“Lea.” Turning to see him, she was struck by how pale he looked in this light. His face was as white as a sheet and he extended his hand towards her. His hand was shaking. Cal never shook.

“Cal?” Stepping forward, she seizes his hand, focused on how pale it looked next to her tan skin. Why would he be so pale? It wasn’t like he had been sick recently. So focused that she doesn’t even notice when his eyes roll back into his head and he collapse against her.

He hits the ground before she can stop him. “Cal!” No.

No. Not Cal.

This cant be happening. Falling to her knees beside him, she can see the source of the blood, an arrow shaft sticking into his shoulder. Shot from where, she didn’t know.

“Help!” Her hands scrambled over his shoulder, the blood feeling slippery under her hands. What did she do? Her brain struggled, wracking itself for any information she had gained from Aunt Yrene, anything.

There was nothing, nothing but a warning not to remove the arrowhead. There was nothing she could do but watch as Cal turned paler and more blood flowed out. Ripping off her top, she shoved it onto his shoulder hopelessly, trying to at least soak up some of the blood.

“Come on Cal. Come on!” Gritting her teeth, she flinched as blood welled up around the edges of the white linen. She had never ever been in this situation, not alone. Her parents had always been with her when she was in any real danger.

And now she was alone, without Marion and stuck with a bleeding Cal who very likely could bleed out before she could do anything. She was trapped, trapped by her own incompetence and idiocy. How many times had she laughed at her parents when they had insisted that she learn basic healing? She was meant to be a warrior not a healer.

And apparently, she wasn’t so good at either one.

“Come on, Cal.” Resting her head on his back, Lea gulped back a few hot tears. Crying was useless. She wouldn’t cry.

And sitting like that, she didn’t notice the crack of the twigs. And she definitely didn’t see the blow to the back of her head coming. As she fell into darkness, all she could think was the look on her mother’s face when they told her that her daughter was dead.

#throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass #crown of midnight #heir of fire #empire of storms #queen of shadows #Queen Maeve #aelin ashryver #aelin fireheart #rowaelin #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian #chaorene #tog fanfiction #fanfic #rowaelin child #rowan whitethorn

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highladyoferilea · 6 years

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So my friend is reading empire of storms

#tog #manorian #elorcan #throne of glass #empire of storms #empire of sobbing #my poor friend #innocent child

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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Can you do a manorian x reader where smth is happening and the reader gets very jealous and manorian are confused why she’s acting weird and they snap at her until they realize she’s just jealous and they’re grinning and shi AAHAHA then they show her how she’ll always be the only one for them ;)

the only one

Manorian x Reader

Summary: Manon and Dorian figure out why you’ve been acting weird.

Warnings: suggestiveness, jealousy

A/N: thank you for the request!

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dorian finally snapped. You’d been strange the last few days, ever since the meeting and ball, with a large number of nobles and leaders from all over Erilea. He asked Manon, and she noticed as well. He tried to subtly ask you, tried to figure out what had gone wrong, and what the fuck was happening with you but couldn’t draw up any answers.

“Nothing.” You said through gritted teeth, before returning back to the book in front of you.

He let out an exasperated sigh, and Manon snatched the book from you. You glared at her, but Dorian fought the urge to smirk as Manon glared right back. One thing he appreciated about you is you wouldn’t cow under the witch’s glares. Ones that usually sent any sane person running away with their tail between their legs.

“Talk.” He didn’t miss the pure command in her voice, and apparently you didn’t either because you finally sighed and looked like you were about to speak.

“I didn’t like how they were hanging all over you.” She finally said, and reached for the book in Manon’s hand again. She only held it higher.

“Explain.”

He watched Manon tense as you rolled your eyes. Hanging all over them? Sure, he dealt with plenty of ass-kissers nearly every day, why was this different? “What else is there to explain?” If he didn’t interrupt soon, this could turn quite destructive.

“There’s always ass-kissers, why was this different?”

He mentally ran through the attendants. Mostly the usual bunch … but there was a new group. One of them you’d mentioned knowing as a child. Jealous, you were jealous.

“It just was,” you answered before he could announce his realization.

“You’re jealous.” He smirked.

Manon’s eyes glinted. “You are, aren’t you?” You didn’t answer them and that confirmed his suspicion.

Dorian had figured it out, of course he did. You were hoping your bad mood would slide under the radar and that they wouldn’t notice. For some reason, that woman, one you knew and hated from your childhood, hanging all over them had incensed you to ridiculous levels. You knew you were acting ridiculous, but couldn’t help it.

“Did you really think that woman would have a chance with us?” Dorian stood and strolled across the room to stand next to Manon. Both of them were standing in front of you, an intimidating wall blocking you from the rest of the world.

“I don’t know.” You couldn’t figure out what else to say, but Manon tossed the book aside and grasped your wrist, tugging you to your feet.

“Ridiculous.” She muttered, and her nails ran down your back, sending a shiver through your spine.

Manon shared a silent look with Dorian, and tugged you towards the bedroom. You hid your grin, knowing exactly what would happen next.

#throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #poly!manorian x y/n #poly!manorian x reader #poly!manorian #manorian x y/n #manorian x reader #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak x y/n #dorian havilliard x y/n #dorian havilliard x reader

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daevastanner · 2 years

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Throne of Glass Ships and their future children

Including character traits of said children and their sexualities because if SJM won’t give us NB characters or more gay rep then I will

Lysaedion: one (likely a boy and he is the straightest man you will ever meet - even though he experimented once)

They’re that couple that travels around to their families throwing out gifts from their adventures. Basically everyone’s favorite aunt and uncle. When they eventually have one kid that kid is spoiled rotten and way too smart for their own good. But smart in a “street smart courtier” sort of way. He’s also deadly AF and Aedion’s replica, except for his eyes which are Lysandra’s.

Manorian: one (for sure a little princess who is very bisexual)

Listen, I just feel like these two would really want a small family. Dorian and Manon only want a kid because they saw the joy it brought their loved ones to have children (Dorian with Chaol and Manon with Asterin). They are the super protective parents, but in a great way. In the way that it doesn’t matter what their kid has done, they’ve always got their back. They’re definitely that family that has a family motto they all take very seriously.

Elorcan: 3 (I’m thinking one girl, one boy, one non-binary)

Elorcan kinda just happen upon having kids. One day they decide they want to and while they aren’t actively trying, they stop trying to prevent it. Almost instantly they have their first kid and for Lorcan it’s like getting hit by a freight train because he realizes “oh I could get used to this having a family thing” and next thing Elide knows he’s asking for another. And she’s game so they have another. And then after some hesitation they have a third. Elide has said three is the cut-off, but Lorcan is pushing for four because he wants a small army.

Nesryn x Sartaq: 2 (one girl - an amazing archer with a rakish wit - one trans-boy - a charming prince to rival Dorian)

A very conventional royal family for the most part. The children train in both combat and politics, they are a unified front. Where they differ is that when their daughter decides she has no interest in politics, or when their son drops the bow, both Nesryn and Sartaq are the “I don’t care — whatever makes you happy” parents. They keep their kids to their word, but they never make them do anything they don’t want to do, and similar to Manorian they will go down swinging for their kids.

Chaorene: 6 (three girls - two are tom-boy warriors and one is a more feminine healer - three boys - one is an asexual replica of Chaol, another is a gentle healer, the last is a voracious reader know-it-all)

No. I’m not wrong here at all. Because this man daydreams of “raising a brood of children” with his wife someday. In TOD Yrene catches him “smiling broadly” at a baby and says he looks at it like something he “might desire.” He’s not impatient for their family to grow though what with his own mother and brother and the surprise of a first child they had. But when Yrene tells him she’s pregnant a second time he’s over the moon. And every time she breaks the news again his excitement level is always through the damn roof. And Yrene is the soccer mom type. Hyper efficient. Super encouraging. Together her and Chaol are powerhouse parents who run their family on mutual respect and honesty. Also, the first time Chaol has to discipline his children he realizes that he has a severe aversion to any sort of physical reprimand. This man is that parent that is an anti-spanking advocate. Yrene couldn’t agree more.

Rowaelin: 5 (3 girls - all mini Aelins who are slightly vain, very confident, and bossy - 2 boys - one is a mini Rowan in every way, the other is the openly gay sibling and an orchestrator of familial chaos)

Now hear me out: I think that Rowan’s desire for a big family takes Aelin completely off guard. She kinda falls into a similar ring with Lorcan where she’s not anti-children, she just doesn’t see the appeal of a big family. But the second she sees Rowan holding their first child, she has a Lorcan moment where she realizes that “damn, that man looks so fucking happy and I can get behind more of this.” She loves how active and young kids make her feel, but more than anything she loves the soft side of Rowan that they bring out. She also loves that he reads them bedtime stories, and Rowan is that dad that will do different voices for every character. Also, Rowan is the surprise home-maker husband. He sees to the kids, to the schedule, while Aelin does the majority of negotiation and ruling. It’s met with some resistance by the more traditional members of their kingdom but Rowaelin have never given any fucks and practically make giving zero fucks an art form so Rowan will make trips into town with the five of his kids, sans Aelin, to do grocery shopping. It always draws a few strange looks but Rowan thrives on it. Together Rowaelin swap up the gender roles and not just to spite sexism, but because it works for them. Rowan is tired of being a warrior and Aelin is just getting her feet wet.

A quick apology to my queer friends who I’ve recommended SJMs books to that were disappointed with the lack of representation

#throne of glass #aedion ashryver #lysandra ashryver #lysaedion #elorcan #elide lochan #lord lorcan lochan #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #Manorian #nesryn x sartaq #nesryn faliq #sartaq #chaorene #chaol westfall #yrene towers #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius

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emilyspanicroom · 7 years

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Dust and Shadows: Part 3

Please read my first 2 parts if you haven’t already!

Part 1:

Part 2:

Aelin looked out her window at the whistling sound outside.

From far away, two figures came hurtling out of the sky, a dark-haired man clutching for dear life, to the waist of a white-haired female.

Dorian Haviland, King of Adarlan, and Manon Blackbeak, High Witch of the Blackbeak Clan, Queen of the Crochan Witches and Queen of Adarlan, landed in the courtyard astride Abraxos.

Well, at least Manon landed. The landing was too generous a word for what Dorian did. Dorian practically fell off the saddle and stumbled about on the courtyard cobblestones until he reached the edge of a nearby fountain and sat down.

Then from behind them, a smaller figure astride a broomstick whizzed through the air like an arrow and a tiny, dark-haired witchling hopped to the ground.

For the first time in a long while, the Queen of Terrasan laughed.

She stood, flung open the doors to the courtyard and ran towards the group of three.

“Trust you to come completely uninvited and without warning!”

Dorian groaned and stood shakily.

“It wasn’t my idea.”

The dark-haired witchling bared her small fangs in a smile. “Suck it up.”

Behind her, Manon put her hands on her hips.

Aelin choked on a suppressed giggle.

“Hello, Rhiannon.”

Rhiannon Havillard offered her a grin.

“After surviving a major war, Dorian’s still a wimp.”

Manon sighed affectionately before continuing.

“We’ve come to discuss trade. But mainly to visit. He,” She gestured to Dorian, still struggling to stand, “won’t shut up about visiting you. You haven’t visited us for five years. He’s brought three trunks full of books. They still have to be shipped over.”

Dorian waved a hand in the air to get her attention.

“I hope you have tea. And sandwiches. And knowing you, I’m hopeful for chocolate.”

He winked. Manon slapped him on the shoulder.

Dorian winced and next to him, Rhiannon burst into silent laughter.

“Where is Eleyntia?”

Rhiannon, having overcome her fit of laughter, asked.

The last time she had visited Adarlan, Aelin remembered, Lina and Rhiannon had become quite good friends. She didn’t remember much from that trip - it had mostly been spent sitting listlessly on a couch, listening to Dorian’s comforting words, and Manon demanding to know what had happened between her and…well she didn’t like to think of it.

Manon was one of the few people who knew every detail about what had happened. No doubt she had told Dorian as well. To her credit, she hadn’t said a word for or against…him…after she had told her.

Aelin gave Rhiannon a small smile.

“I’ll send for her.”

Lina, the Princess of Adarlan is here.“ Evangeline bounced into her room.

Lina quickly shoved the basket she had been holding under the bed.

Then the words registered in her mind. A wave of panic washed over her.

"Rhiannon is here?”

Evangeline pulled the door wider, beaming.

“Yes. Princess Rhiannon is here.”

Indeed, it was Rhiannon who swaggered in the door.

They had been about three or four the last time they had seen each other. During that time the two of them had gotten into a brawl that had left both of the bruised and bloody. Neither of them had cried. After they were both exhausted, Rhiannon had held out a hand and Lina had shaken it. They had gone and eaten chocolates together in the kitchens. The servants had gasped when they saw the two of them covered in mud and filth.

“Hello, Princess Eleyntia Rowena Galathynius.”

Rhiannon performed a mock curtsy.

The door closed as Evangeline left.

She tried not to look at the basket under her bed. Buzzard would be waiting for her like he did every day since the first time she had snuck out into the woods. He’d wait and wait. Any other day she would have been delighted to see Rhiannon. But not today.

Lina forced herself to flash a wicked smirk.

“Hello, Ana.”

Rhiannon threw herself on the bed and buried her face in Lina’s pillows.

“You didn’t visit. You said you would.”

Rhiannon’s feet were dangerously close to the basket.

“I couldn’t. Mama wouldn’t let me.”

Rhiannon sat up.

“Well, I’m sure she can be convinced.”

She spluttered. “Have you met my mother!”

Rhiannon rolled her eyes.

“You could just run away. I’m sure the stables have horses.”

Lina barely heard her. She was focusing on Rhiannon’s feet. One step closer to the bed and...

Rhiannon traced her stare to under the bed. To Lina’s horror, she reached down and plucked up the picnic basket.

“For someone whose mother used to be an assassin, you should really be more discreet. Going somewhere?”

Lina snatched the basket out of her hands.

“Yes. And I can’t tell you where, but someone is waiting for me. Please don’t tell!”

Rhiannon observed her from head to toe for a minute. Her teeth were dangerously close to her throat.

“Why should I do that?”

Lina sent a desperate prayer to the gods.

She told Rhiannon everything. When she hd finished, Rhiannon tapped an iron talon on her thigh.

Then, to her surprise, Rhiannon spoke.

“I think I know who you are going to see. My mother once told me a story…well, go then. I’ll cover for you.”

Lina was reminded of why she had spent endless nights sobbing in her bed after her mother had told her they were not to visit Adarlan for a long while.

“Thank you.”

She grabbed her basket.

Rhiannon flicked her wrist. “Go!”

In the midst of his meeting with Aelin, Dorian saw a bright streak of golden hair flash across the window.

It was undoubtedly Eleyntia, though, from a distance, it seemed uncannily like a copy of the child Aelin he had met when he was just a boy.

He watched as the Princess of Terrasan ran across the fields towards the forest.

What was the heir of Terrasan doing, running into the woods unguarded and without supervision?

“Dorian, what are you staring at?”

His wife snapped, slowly tapping an iron nail against the table.

He shook his head.

“Nothing.”

He was waiting for her in exactly the same place as he had first met her.

But this time, he was pacing back and forth in what Lina thought to be worry.

“Where have you been, Lina?”

He seemed to be scanning every inch of her for injuries.

“I’m sorry, but the King and Queen of Adarlan came today and I had a hard time leaving Rhiannon behind. She promised not to tell though! You can trust her!” She added as he tensed.

“If someone had told me long ago that you could trust a witchling, I would not have believed them. But I think Rhiannon Havillard takes after her mother in that respect.”

Lina arched an eyebrow.

“You knew the King and Queen of Adarlan? I thought you were only my mother’s Knight. She told me so, anyhow.”

He traced a finger over his jawline. His features darkened.

“They were your mother’s allies in the war. Moreover, they were her friends. And I am only your mother’s Knight. I do not serve any other court.”

Maybe she appeared frightened, but his voice softened.

“Now, what have you brought in that basket?”

Her mother’s knight popped a hazelnut truffle into his mouth.

“Your mother always said these were the best things on earth. I never knew why she liked them so much. But I think I may be beginning to understand.”

She giggled.

“Mama eats far too many. It’s a wonder her teeth are not all black.”

“Indeed.” He rumbled.

A beam of light touched her face.

The sun had begun to dim.

Lina gasped and grabbed her basket.

“Mama will miss me!”

Her mother’s knight leaped to his feet. “Hurry then!”

She brushed the moss off her dress. Then, she felt him grab her by the wrist.

“Come again, Little Queen.”

His voice was wistful.

And certainly, she would

“How was your excursion with King Rowan Whithorn Galathynius?”

Rhiannon drawled as she entered the room, legs crossed on her bed.

Lina froze.

“Who?”

Rhiannon threw aside the book she had been reading.

“Don’t deny it. I can smell the fae scent on you. Prince Rowan Whitehorn, the strongest fae male alive?”

Lina felt the world shift under her feet.

No. I couldn’t be.

And yet he fit the description. He had her eyes.

“My father?” She whispered.

#rowaelin #rowan blackthorn #manorian #throne of glass #rowaelin child #aelin galathynius

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meliia · 2 years

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Throne Of Glass **WITH BIG SPOILERS**

i have just finished Kingdon Of Ash and i am DEPRESSED. i have become so attached to this series that now im sad i cannot continue on with these characters.

the final book had me sobbing not stop in its final moments. even though i knew The Thirteen were going to do The Yielding i did not expect them to do it in the way they did, but im especially happy that Asterin was the one to finally end Mother Blackbeak.

but Sarah, I NEED A MANON AND DORIAN BOOK. i just want to see Manon (and Abraxos) heal from her loss and finally find peace with Dorian by her side.

i adore Aelin as a main character mainly because she reminds me so much of Villanelle from Killing Eve. her and Rowans relationship made me also emotional seeing most the things they did were things she corrected from her time with Sam. like with the soap, she never let Sam use her expensive soap but its the first thing she gives Rowan.

the graveyard scene where Rowan put the stone on Sams grave as a thank you was an attack from Sarah herself.

going into this i had never even heard of Erawan, even from the things about the series i already knew, i just always thought Maeve was the main villain, and in a way she was. Sarah did an excellent job with Maeves character because there were so many times in the final book where i question if she really was the bad guy. i believe she really did want to save Erilea and she had good intentions but after some time she started to lose her grasp on what she truly stood for and started to see alternative ways to get what she wanted, even if that made her the villain. there was a moment where i thought maybe she was going to turn good with Dorian but then i realized that damn this entire time i was being manipulated.

YRENE KILLING ERAWAN?! DIDNT SEE THAT COMING

this is completely all over the place but so this isnt massively long here are some short thoughts:

- Lysandra and Aedion are cute

-will never forgive Gavriels death

-Lorcan i warmed up to you

- Chaol your book was so boring mainly because i dont like you but i love your wife so i stuck through it

- seeing all the character from The Assassins Blade pop up made my heart soar

- Manon, Elide and Abraxos are the best charcters and i will die on that hill

- Nesryn loved you, you were fun. have fun being empress and shout out to the rukkins and Sartaq

-Manon and Elides friendship gave me butterflies

- hey Feyre nice to see you pop up, btw your child will kill you when you give birth to it, be better to Nesta

- Rysand cool to see you, thanks for slowing Aelin down but could you tell your wife that her life and the baby's life is in danger, thank you

- that fight between Manon and Aelin will always be one of the best

-Dorian finding some sort of peace with his father (also him being named after his father :') ) im happy for him but another reason i need a him and Manon book is because wtf happened with his mother and brother, do they just chill in a mountain now?

-Fenrys im glad you got your justice in killing Maeve

-every time the Thirteen showed up i lost my shit. big rest in peace i hope Asterin is with her man and baby again.

-kinda wish the guys from Mistward were at Aelins coronation

- RIP Sam hope you beat the shit out of Arobynn in the Afterworld

- Rip Elena, you kinda deserved it but not in that way

- REST IN PEACE NEHEMIA I WILL FOREVER LOVE YOU

- another example that we need a Manorian book is where the fuck did the Bluebloods Matron go?

-shout out Rolfe

- shout out Fleetfoot

my full thoughts from every book would take forever but here is my ranking (for now):

Kingdom Of Ash > Queen Of Shadows > Heir Of Fire > Empire Of Storms > Crown Of Midnight > Throne Of Glass > Assassins Blade > Tower Of Dawn

5/5

#throne of glass #rowaelin #manorian #elorcan #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #booksbooksbooks #sarah j maas #aedion x lysandra #kingdom of ash #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #elide lochan #elide x lorcan #manon x elide #abraxos

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