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[acourtofthought]

Somewhere SJM claimed that Lucien and Dorian would be friends if they knew each other and that’s always kept me hopeful. Dorian is one of the most interesting characters in TOG for me and he is also surprisingly slow to find love, even though he’s a rake and he enjoys the company of women. His experience with Sorscha is the same as Lucien and Jesminda (losing their loved one and witnessing their brutal deaths at the hands of their fathers). Both characters are fair and good despite everything else going on around them, they enjoy reading and knowledge, they are ready to sacrifice themselves, they are both excellent candidates to lead due to their innate sense of goodness and fairness. And even their cheeky personality is similar in many ways. Dorian’s access to his own powers was manifesting slowly in TOG and it kept trickling in with each book and I feel like we’re going down that path with Lucien too. We learned in ACOWAR that he sees magical work with his golden eye, we learned that he can track this magic very well. We also learned about his spell cleaving abilities that even he seemingly didn’t know (or hid from others) and we know from his time in autumn that his brothers felt threatened by the power they could sense in him from the beginning. I think Lucien might go through a similar arc to Dorian as he comes into his full powers and that really makes me think about how he actually might become high king. I love Rhys but Rhys is first and foremost for his own people and he is so attached to just the Night Court that I don’t think he would do well with representing everyone. Lucien is essentially homeless in Prythian, he belongs to so many courts and has connection to so many that I can see him do well with such a big title.

Add Elain to this mix. Her powers could be very useful for someone in her position if she ends up high queen with Lucien. They are basically an unstoppable safety net for each court. Elain might see visions of conflict and trouble coming their way, she could aid in decisions about anything, especially if she masters her powers and could look into the future for various outcomes. Her love of nature and travel would definitely come in handy. She would want to protect those courts. Not to mention her love for social events and her ability to charm people. Could you imagine her helping smooth things over between high lords just with her wit and charms? I know a lot of people think she’s going to become a spy but for me she is always more of a politician/courtier and her qualities would shine in such a situation.

I agree and it gives me hope too. Not only did she say Dorian and Lucien would be good friends but Lucien would be someone she could see herself co-writing a book with because of his cleverness. Dorian would be someone she could see herself going to the opera with, who wouldn't mind if she took a long time to get ready (and we know Lucien takes care in how he dresses). Dorian was a human with unknown powers and he ended up having unlimited raw magic that could be shaped in whatever way he wanted. She's also set up Lucien to be someone with unknown powers, a future HL as Dorian was King. I do think there are differences between Lucien and Dorian but those seemed to come into focus after he finally was rid of his valg collar. I think a little bit of that darkness seeped into him and he became well matched for Manon whereas Lucien and Elain both individually and as a pairing embody light. My vision of Elain matches yours as well, where Elain will make a difference, not sneaking around in the shadows spying in the quiet but out in the open, influencing others with her loving, kind and wise personality.

#elucien

[elainsweetcobalt]

Hi, I saw that a court of thought answered this anon and I am sure that she is talking about you... fyi

"I saw your back and forth with one of the nastiest El/riels in the fandom and I wish I could have saved you from the effort to talking to a wall. I'm not surprised to see her reputation continues to set the way for her and her friends. Her phrasing and condescending "sweet girl" attitude is super easy to put together, she is fooling no one. She is also OBSESSED with some of the big Gwynriels in the fandom.

My suggestion block her, and while you can't stop them from using burner accounts, if they go through the effort of stalking you, says more about them at the end of the day.

I can't believe we have to remind people these are fictional characters, shipping characters should be fun and lighthearted. Someone shipping another potential couple is not life and death and it gives nobody the right to behave like a scorned lover out for blood and revenge.

Elain IS NOT REAL. What she thinks she is feeling is a projection of her own limited interpretation of the text. It is laughable how much some people take for face value vs taking in all the context. If SJM wants Elain and Lucien to be together, guess what, SHE WILL PUT THEM TOGETHER. For someone who is getting multiple degrees, I'm genuinely concerned of the education they've received if they don't understand consistent patterns. Imagine thinking Elain wearing blue is sign of endgame but Gwyn's bracelet with blue caused an uproar. Mor wears red, does that mean she is truly Cassian's mate. Oh Emerie is associated with purple, Feyre, out the way dear, Emerie was Rhy's true mate all this time. There is a reason El/riel's jumped ship in 2021 and their engagement is dropping. Not the other way around. T"

her response.

A young girl referring to others as "honey" and "sweetie" in a condescending way is pretty much a calling card for immaturity. So is throwing around the degree they were obtaining at 20, acting like it proves how serious and superior they are to all others even though a few years later they are taking delight in instigating fandom drama.

My sister has two degrees and she completely lacks common sense. My husband has a Masters, can build a computer from scratch and code a video game but often struggles with adulting.

My father in law dropped out of high school at age 16 yet managed to work his way up to Vice President of a company in New York City (before his retirement), where he traveled all over the world and ended up having box seats for Super Bowls.

Degrees are wonderful but many times, they don't mean much of anything except for someone's ability to memorize information. And they definitely don't make someone more mature.

And the point you were making about the characters and their colors is valid. They latch on to something so long as it supports their ship while acting like there is no possible meaning behind it if it comes to another.

At the end of the day, the only thing that matters in this fandom is trying to get into the head of SJM by paying attention to her patterns and writing style.

It doesn't matter who is a doctor, who is a lawyer, who is an author themselves, who is a server, who is a psychologist.

None of that matters because SJM could care less about what any of us do or whether her characters are following the patterns we expect of them. She only cares about what SHE wants and where her characters take her and our personal lives really don't factor in to any of that.

Truly, the only way we can get a leg up on the future of the series is pay attention to the type of author she is, the romance she prefers, and what she's done with characters in the past.

I've been following you for quite a while and I haven't seen you being nasty or any of the things she says, I hope that doesn't affect you.

Hello Anon! Ok I'll start with this sigh First, why is this so long?

I don't know what reputation they're talking about or how I'm such a nasty person, I also don't know what big Gwynriel accounts I'm obsessed with when I only interacted with a gwynriel once and it wasn't a BIG account. If someone wants to call me a witch, go ahead but at least have proof of that.

We all know that they are fictional characters, I never said that it's not funny how this person uses that argument and immediately tries to embarrass my professional education, I have NEVER used my professional title to validate my arguments, I think that only the people closest to me know what I do for a living, I did not say hey I studied this so my argument is more valid, so as usual they are simply a lot of lies.

about the response of A court of thought, I don't think I can say much. I'm glad her family is well and multitalented I guess.

I never thought that the word "Dear" was an insult and I didn't think that would lead someone to insult me because of my age someone who had already tried to shame me for my age before. I'm 24 not 14 please, or tell me directly that "must respect my elders", nor that someone treated me like an idiot and after blocking me edited their reblogs.

I'm tired of condescension and hypocrisy, among other things in this fandom. Thanks for reaching out, and I hope you continue to follow me and enjoy the content I post, but it's not worth the time or frustration. She can say what she wants, but those who know me know the truth.

#anon aks #I'm a little tired of this fandom

[shallyne]

SJM Crackshipmonth: Historical AU

Done Our Duty

Today's ship is Feyre x Chaol for the day fifteen of @sjmcrackshipmonth

Words: 2027

TW: implication of emotional neglect

Feyre isn't told where she travels but she has a clue: her parents found a suitor for her. They soon arrive in Aniella where Feyre meets Lord Chaol

Feyre was certain that her handmaid had pulled the lace of her corset so tightly on purpose, likely ordered by her mother who now sat across from her in the carriage, beside her father. It was rarely that even one of her parents deemed it necessary to loiter around her longer than required. Feyre stood straight, for one to not give her mother the satisfaction of disagreeing with her and for the other to be able to keep drawing air, and she lifted her chin as she looked out of the carriage. They left behind the view of nature when they crossed the bridge only a few moments ago, now approaching the middle of Anielle. There they would meet the lord who would most likely become Feyre's betrothed. Her parents hadn't informed Feyre about such plans but Feyre figured this much out when they both wordlessly joined Feyre in this carriage, her sister's not in sight. It wasn't an everyday occurrence that her handmaid's were so adamant about putting her in such uncomfortable dresses with no paint splatters, either. However, if there was any hope left about returning home, a glance at Feyre's luggage made it clear she would not. Admittedly, there wasn't any grievance about leaving her home behind, nevertheless she was concerned about where they would bring Feyre and she would her betrothed. There would be a betrothed, she was confident. Her dreams and prayers about being free would stay unanswered.

They were nearing the foot of a mountain, where a gray-stoned structure was built from the flat plain to very far up the mountain, so high that Feyre couldn't take a full glance of the full building. She had expected a castle or a manor but this building reminded her more of a Keep. Feyre huddled closer into her scarlett cloak, shielding herself against the biting cold of Anielle. She didn't know much about the city, never was taught about it, she only knew that it was also called the city on the Silver Lake.

The carriage came to a halt in front of big double doors made of oak. Scratches covered the wall of the Keep and the door, as if it had withstood many battles. Feyre's mother batted her hands away as her hand darted forward to open the door, although it was too late for her to scold Feyre because just then a guard opened the door of the carriage. Her father exited first, averting any eye contact with Feyre as he did so, followed by her mother who managed to scold Feyre with her ice sharp gaze. Then Feyre went after, trailing her parents through the cold corridors of the Keep. The inside was as gray and intimidating as it was from the outside, the only sounds were the echo of their steps on the hard stone floor.

Wordlessly the guards opened the doors to another room, accompanied by a female voice who announced them. "Your Grace," a pause, "Lord and Lady Archeron arrived in company of their youngest daughter, Lady Feyre Archeron."

Feyre nearly cringed at the title but she kept her back straight, her chin lifted and her face impassable. She came to a stop beside her parents and curtsied for the two men who were now watching her.

The older man bore the same brown hair as the younger one, however his hair already streaked gray and wrinkles appeared on his forehead and around his eyes and mouth. The man looked at Feyre in repugnance, then he regarded her parents with a nod, "That's it?" he demanded.

"Father." the younger hissed but his father disregarded him with nothing more than a glance, which made him approach Feyre, extending his hand. She took it, if only to infuriate her parents.

"Chaol Westfall," he introduced himself, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, "It's an honor to make acquaintance with you, Lady Feyre."

Feyre swallowed, her mouth opening when Lord Westfall clears his throat. His steps are heavy when he descends the stairs of the dais, his eyes fixed on Feyre's parents. "I suppose you will stay for the wedding tomorrow at sundown?"

Feyre went rigid, barely registering the few words her parents and Lord Westfall exchanged. Chaol observed her intensely, his brown eyes not leaving her.

"My servants will show you to your quarters," Lord Westfall said and something in Chaol seemed to snap at the words. His arm snaked around Feyre's waist, the other one clutching Feyre's hand as he announced, "I will show Lady Feyre around," he left no room for debate, leading Feyre out of a side door. They strolled like this for a few silent moments, until he leaned in and said, "You weren't informed about this arrangement." It wasn't a question, so Feyre didn't bother to answer, she only nodded once. Chaol led Feyre through a few bustling corridors before he opened an old looking door that opened to another, smaller corridor. At the other end he opened a door, then he led her up a winding staircase. During their whole walk Feyre didn't speak a word, Chaol only pointed out a few things. Kitchen, east wing, library, council room, west wing, guest chambers. Feyre tried to remember everything, forming a map in her mind. Just in case. Then Chaol opened the last set of doors and nodded, letting Feyre enter first. She stepped into a big, round sleeping chamber. A quick glance out of the window told Feyre that they were in a tower.

"I insisted for you to get these chambers," Chaol explained, waving his hand towards the room. "I am aware that this is a long way but it is far away from the bustling, nosy halls. You are free the roam the Keep however you wish although I'd advise you to keep distance from my father, he isn't the most pleasant companion."

No shit, Feyre thought and snorted. Immediately she covered her mouth and looked at Chaol, wide eyed. "My apologies, I didn't–I didn't mean to–" she stammered. Chaol shook his head…chuckling?

"No need to apologize." he replied, "I understand." Then he changed the topic and pointed out the bathing chamber and the armoire. He told her that maids would come look after her and guards would take their post on Feyre's door soon, for her protection. "If you want company, just send word. I assure you, you are safe here from prying eyes and busybodies." he nodded once and went to the door. "See you…later."

At the latest they will see each other on sundown the following day, he didn't say. They both knew.

Feyre sat down at a little secretary in front of the window and looked out. She had known what was coming for her in a very long time but still, she couldn't shake the disappointment that her parents really arranged a marriage with the next best lord. She knew if it wasn't for their families reputation, they would have sold Feyre to anyone.

Chaol was nice, or maybe it was just a mask to get Feyre to trust him, but nothing could shake the dread about what was coming next. Nothing could take away the dread of the knowledge that her parents truly didn't care.

The next day, Feyre didn't even dare to look down at her dress. She had made it this far without shedding any tears, she would manage to do so now. Her dress was made out of pale green silk, embellished with golden embroidery. Her bodice had velvet elements and her sleeves were so puffy that she could see them out of the corner of her eye. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders.

A number of handmaids led Feyre to the church, followed by guards. The sun already began setting when Feyre stepped foot into the church. She disregarded anyone but Chaol as she walked down the aisle. The church was packed, but she focused on him. As he took her trembling hands and smiled encouragingly. When their gazes met, Feyre knew that Chaol had as much say as Feyre did about this wedding. She slightly squeezed his hand in understanding. This was an unfortunate situation but maybe she wasn't as unlucky in the man that now spoke his vows.

The soirée went on for ages. Feyre talked to people she didn't know or only met fleetingly for the whole evening and there wasn't an end in sight. Not until Chaol freed himself from the people who tried to make conversation with him and walked over to Feyre. "May I talk to my wife for a moment?"

The group dissolved at that and Chaol extended his hand. "May I? I assume you'd want a break from all the prying eyes."

"Please," Feyre answered, relieved and accepting his hand. They went out a side door into the cold night but before Chaol stepped outside, he grabbed something. A fur mantle it turned out, that he laid around Feyre's shoulders. They walked into the garden and when they reached a stone statue, Chaol asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's a big party." Feyre replied.

"No," Chaol said, stopping her. "How do you feel?"

Feyre sighed, her breath clouding in the frosty night air. "I feel…overwhelmed." she admitted, tugging the mantle closer around her. "Chaol, I have a question." she linked her arm with his.

"Please, ask away."

"What are the terms of this marriage? What did you have to promise your father?"

He was silent for so long that Feyre thought he wouldn't answer her question, but he did, "I had to promise to go through with this wedding."

"What keeps you here?" Feyre prodded farther. "I didn't have much time to get to know you but I know for sure that the relationship with your father is…strained." to say the least.

"This promise keeps me here," he answered honestly. "It's an alliance between our families–*

"But," Feyre came to a sudden stop and stood in front of Chaol. His eyebrows raised in surprise and question. "But you fulfilled this promise."

"Feyre, what are you implying?" he asked, his voice raw. He knew what she was implying.

"I am saying that you fulfilled your promise and I– well, my parents are finally rid of me. I am saying…did you never dream about being free? From all this? Did you never dream of leaving this keep? Leaving Anielle?"

"Of course I did." he breathed.

Feyre clutched his cold hands in her own, closing the distance so much that she could feel his breath. "I am saying that I want to get to know you, Chaol. I want to get to know the real you and I know you want to get to know the real me and we both know that we won't be able to do this here." Feyre gazed into his eyes as she said next, "I am asking you, Chaol Westfall, if you would run away with me? In a faraway land where no one knows our names. Without any responsibilities. Just you and me. Tonight."

"Tonight?" Chaol asked, his voice trembling. Feyre nodded. "Where?"

"Maybe…maybe Wendlyn? Or…I know! There is a city I heard about," in stories, but she wouldn't tell him that, "It's name is Velaris. We'll have to travel to the southern continent and then it's about a two week travel north."

Chaol looked at her so intensely that she thought he would push her away, telling her that she's crazy and locking Feyre in her chambers in the tower but Chaol said, "Yes. Let's do it. Let's run away." and Feyre didn't know what came over her at that moment but she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. So quickly that it was almost over as quickly as she started it but she kissed him. "Let's do it."

When her handmaids would enter her bedchamber the next morning they would find the room exactly as she left it the night before. Except for the missing valise and a few missing dresses. At this point Chaol and Feyre would already be on a boat, giddy about the adventure that awaits them.

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[praetorqueenreyna]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Relationships: Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra, Feyre/Mercenary Lady Summary:

Things didn't work out between Feyre and Tamlin. Years later, they both find love in unexpected places

*************

Written for SJM Romance Week 2023! @sjmromanceweek

“You know, if you pulled the High Lord card, we could stay anywhere in town.”

“I’m aware.” Tamlin peeled off his boots and dropped them on the floor. “Mostly because you’ve been whining non-stop since we got this room.”

Lucien childishly stuck his tongue out. “I’m not whining. I’m just pointing out, in my official capacity as you’re emissary, that you’re being stupid.”

“And I’m telling you, in my official capacity as High Lord, that this room is fine, and you can shut up about it.”

Tamlin sat on the edge of the bed and watched Lucien putter around the room, a fond smile flickering across his face. They had been traveling across the borders of the Spring Court, half for business and half for pleasure. It was important to maintain the security of the court, but the two of them enjoyed simply roaming on horseback together. While they had always been close, the fifty years spent in isolation during Amarantha’s occupation had cemented their relationship into something beyond friendship. Sometimes, Tamlin feared that he and Lucien were too codependent. He yearned for Lucien’s company when they were separated for as little as a day. But Lucien was an endless well for affection. Anything that Tamlin gave him, he eagerly took and held his hands out for more.

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[kazifatagar]

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[yazthebookish]

✨🖤 Azriel and Gwyn 🖤✨

I am very much invested in what this couple could serve for us in the future.

I want you to keep in mind that: Azriel and Gwyn are not in love (yet) . Azriel had no other interaction with Gwyn for 2 years since the day he saved her (that we know of) and they did not share a scene until the training sessions began. Why am I addressing this? I do not want to be called delusional and I want to get some points across so bear with me.

• Gwyn is most definitely not a minor or a child. She is 28 years old although there are many things about how age Fae that I hope SJM clarifies one day but we can rely on what's canon. Rhysand's father mated his mother, the former 900 and his mother 18 years old. Rhysand and Cassian fought in the War 500 years ago and they were only in their 30s while Azriel was the High Lord's spymaster. Gwyn is old enough to participate in the Blood Rite. So canonically, Fae in their 20s/30s are not children so the argument that Gwyn is a child/teenager no longer stands. She is taller than Nesta.

• Gwyn's birthday is not in March, it was never confirmed. She was conceived on Calanmai as mentioned in the book (beginning of Spring = March). Calan Mai in real life is celebrated on May and it is a celebration of the coming summer. However, Calanmai in ACOTAR is a celebration marking the beginning of Spring (Spring begins in March). Fae pregnancies spans to 10 months, Gwyn and her twin were conceived in March, 10 months later its January. It is likely that Gwyn and her twin were born in January.

• Gwyn had become a fan favorite instantly and it's not because of a ship. She is intelligent and kind. SJM gave her some background that helped in making her standout as a character. Among the new characters, she is the one that SJM builds up the most. Emerie did get some build up but not as much as Gwyn.

This whole place was utterly silent. The only bit of color and sound came from Gwyn.

• Gwyn has main character potential and it is unheard of in SJM's universe that secondary characters do not star as main character in one of the books (check Throne of Glass and do your count of how many secondary characters joined the main cast).

Gwyn marked the change. “I don’t need your pity.” The words were sharp, as clear as her teal eyes. “It wasn’t pity.” “I’ve been here for nearly two years, but I haven’t become so disconnected from others that I can’t tell when someone remembers why I am here and alters their behavior.” Gwyn’s mouth flattened to a line. “I don’t need to be coddled. Only spoken to like a person.”

• Gwyn is the first female Carynthian in history along with Emerie. This sets her up to be a rival to the Illyrians. ACOSF's ending hints at the Valkyries continuing their training with Cassian and Azriel so there is more potential for them and Gwyn to grow and play a significant role in future books.

• Gwyn's journey is far from over:

“I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two. No matter what may befall us. Not as Illyrians, not for their titles, but as something new. To prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions.”

• Gwyn is the first person to break in Nesta. There is an allure to her that makes even the people that are hard as stone mellow. Whose personality is hard to break in like Nesta's? Azriel. Despite Gwyn not having spent much time in Azriel's company, like Nesta, she brings out the side of Azriel that we have not seen much of. Azriel who barely chats with anyone, let alone a person that he was barely acquainted with outside the ring, admits that yes he sings and his rage cool over around her (this is a big deal for someone like Azriel to open up about himself).

Alone with Azriel, Nesta bared her teeth at him. Azriel watched her with that cool quiet, keeping utterly still. Like he saw everything in her head. Her bruised heart.

• She works for the horrible Merrill and something doesn't click right with me about Merrill. Merrill came to the library after Gwyn did maybe less than two years ago and she could possibly be a future villain.

“The wind whispers to me even here, under so much stone,” Merrill said. “It finds its way in through the cracks and murmurs the goings-on of the world in my ear.” Merrill snorted. “Do you think you are entitled to do as you please now?” -- “I am descended from Rabath, Lord of the Western Wind,” Merrill seethed. “Unlike Gwyneth Berdara, I am no lackey to be dismissed.” Big villain energy.

Let me go over the moments between Gwyn and Azriel real quick:

• Gwyn being distracted when Azriel joined them for the first time during training and glances at Azriel every now and then.

• Either Gwyn or Azriel asking/offering to help with dagger handling meaning they do train together off screen.

– Winter Solstice –

• Gwyn becomes more competitive and tries her best to win.

• More banter and teasing seen between Azriel and Gwyn.

• Hints dropped of Azriel being more aware when Gwyn is around during training.

"Gwyn let out a high-pitched noise that was nothing but pure excitement. Azriel, on the other side of the ring with the rest of the priestesses, half-turned at the sound, brows high."

"Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face."

• Their whole scene in his POV chapter. The settling calmness in him around her. His shadows singing. Something sparking in his chest thinking of her joy and referring to it as a thing of secret, lovely beauty.

There are parallels between them: light/dark, Saint/sinner, he is a bastard and she is a half-breed, both their mothers were treated poorly, both sing, both feel unworthy, both feel guilt, both are lonely, both need to heal from their traumatic past. Gwyn's will not break quite recalls to the one Azriel says to Feyre about not breaking.

Cassian wonders if Azriel ever considered bringing his mother to the library or pushed her since it's a sanctuary for females who endured a lot. I think it's possible that Azriel brings her to the library one day and Gwyn meets her.

This is what I call chemistry and SJM proven time and again that her couples do not have to start out at a romantic setting (all of her main couples started out with banter and chemistry). Although it wasn't a book focused on Azriel or Gwyn, I think SJM placed the stepping stones that will lead up to them in his book. There's nothing subtle about the words she chooses or the scenes she writes. She is the Queen of Foreshadowing for god's sake she's known to play with the reader. She wrote every word in the book if she did not want to stir something in the reader about Gwyn and Azriel then explain why so many fellow readers and fans jumped the bandwagon. I do not believe the big number of people that are fans of this couple are delusional and clowning themselves. Not if this is what SJM wanted to happen and what made sense to her readers.

By the end of the day, you can ship and fantasize about your beloved couples or linking up Azriel with any of the characters. This is me indirectly addressing the drama and the bullying I have seen of so-called fans at other fans within the same fandom. Bullying is not and will never ok, these books do not exist to ruin someone's enjoyment. If an author dropped obvious hints that the character might end up in another route aside from what ship you are supporting, you should not attack the other fans for it and you certainly shouldn't attack the author if she decided to go that route. We could question it but never attack.

The last point I want to bring across is just because Gwyn is a SA survivor does not mean she cannot find love and intimacy. It's a harmful message to spread speaking out this way for SA survivors and a few SA survivors whom are ACOTAR fans spoke on this. Intimacy and love is about trust, it can't happen right from the start because they need to tread through the waters until they deem it safe but they are worthy of having a chance at love as much as everyone else and sending the message that they cannot be in love because their trauma will always be there is insensitive. I hope I addressed this properly in words, I understand it's a trigger subject for many. If there was any wrong wording in here, please correct me.

Thank you for bearing with me.

#acosf #gwynriel #azriel #acosf spoilers #gwyneth berdara

[theladyofdeath]

Rags & Riches {15}

Summary: An A Court of Thorns and Roses Fanfiction. 19th century AU. Based on the prompt sent in by @cat5313 All characters belong to SJM, I am just a fan with a plot.

Warning: Mature content strung throughout.

A/N: totally cried while writing this chapter, and i have no idea why. so, take that as you wish..

Leave a comment to be tagged & tell me what you think! :)

They had been on the ship sailing to the continent, for Hybern, for four days. Nearing the port, Rhysand was near death.

“Who would have known that the Lord of Velaris had such seasickness?”

Rhysand groaned, opening his eyes to find Cassian, humor dancing in his hazel eyes.

“I hate you,” Rhysand murmured. “And your ability to be on the water without vomiting every five minutes.” 

Cassian chuckled. “Well, we should be there within the hour, they say.”

Rhysand rolled over on his cot. “I do not think that makes me feel any better.” 

Cassian nodded, fully in agreement. 

The journey had been tense, except for when the ale came out. When the ale came out, everything became better, if only for a little while.

“Training begins tomorrow at dawn,” Cassian continued. “They say they expect the first attack to happen soon after. So, tonight is our last night of freedom. For some time, at least.”

“I don’t care what happens,” Rhysand mumbled. “As long as I get off this fucking ship and back onto dry land.” 

Trying not to laugh at the miserable bastard in the cot next to his, Cassian took a clay pipe out of his sack and packed it with tobacco. “Have a smoke. You’ll feel better.”

“Every time you say that I do it,” Rhysand mumbled. “And every time I do it, I do not feel better whatsoever.”

“Not even a bit?” Cassian asked, igniting a match. A moment later, their end of the cabin was clouded with smoke. 

“Well,” Rhysand began, opening his eyes. “Perhaps a bit.”

Cassian passed his pipe across the way before leaning back against the wooden wall of the cabin. “One day I’ll be able to afford cigars.” 

“Yeah?” Rhysand asked, passing it back. “After the war, you think you’ll give the business a shot?”

Cassian shrugged. “I’ve got nothing to lose. I’ll send some of my soldier’s pay back home to my mum and sister, but, I’ll be able to save some. Not a lot, of course, but enough.”

Rhysand nodded, resting on his hands intertwined behind his head. “And what of Lady Nesta?”

Cassian remained silent for a minute, bonding with his tobacco. “I will keep my promise. Of course, we will see if she still wants me. We do not know how long this will last. What if years go by and I return then? She will most likely be already married. To a Lord. I am fully aware, no matter how I feel, that I am far outside her social class.”

“But you love her?” Rhysand asked, staring at the ceiling.

“Yes,” Cassian said. “I told her as much.”

“Did she say the same to you?”

Cassian snorted. “I do not think that Nesta has ever told anyone that she has loved them. But, she made me promise to come back to her. I like to think, in Nesta’s own way, that was her telling me that she loved me, too.” 

Rhysand nodded, taking the pipe from Cassian’s outstretched arm and breathing it in, before handing it back. “Feyre tells me Nesta is a difficult woman.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“You like that about her?” Rhysand grinned. “That she’s difficult?”

“Apparently,” Cassian laughed, keeping the pipe close to his lips. “She never bores me, that’s certain. She is wild, and passionate, behind a cold mask. But when we are alone...she is fierce.”

“Are we talking about in bed?” Rhysand asked. “Because I could see that.”

Cassian opened his mouth to say no, but then he reconsidered. Rhysand, seeing his hesitation, laughed. 

“Ah,” the violet-eyed Lord continued. “I suddenly see Lady Nesta in a whole new light.”

Cassian rummaged through his sack, pulling out a novel that was snuck into his bag the night before he left. 

The works of William’s Wordsworth. 

It was a beautiful book, pristine condition. She had placed it next to his old, beat-up copy of Keats.

He ran his fingers over the cover, taking another puff from his pipe. 

“When we make love, she takes the mask off,” Cassian said. “The only time she takes off her mask, completely. Her eyes grow soft. She unclenches her jaw. Her shoulders are no longer rigid. She lets herself feel when we fuck. She never lets herself feel anything, but she lets herself when we make love. Before I left, she was starting to take the mask off when we weren’t fucking, too. When we were together, no matter what we were doing...the mask came off.”

Rhysand watched him, having rolled onto his side. He nodded. “Feyre told me that she feels too much, much more than most people, so she pretends she feels nothing and cares for no one.”

“She is very good at pretending,” Cassian said, a smile growing. “But she does not pretend with me.” 

Cassian had told Rhysand of he and Nesta once they left days before, after Nesta had kissed him goodbye. Rhysand had not asked much about it then, surely not wanting to pry.

“We will come back from this,” Rhysand said. “You will keep your promise to her.”

Cassian nodded, leaning his head back as he blew smoke into the air above. He cleared his throat. “What of Feyre?”

Rhysand chuckled. “Are we back to talking about in bed? She is mad, but I am sure you assumed as much.”

Cassian laughed, finding the eyes of his friend. “I do not assume anything of your wife in bed.”

“She’s very dominant,” Rhysand purred. “She likes to be on top.”

Cassian swore. “I’m sure you love that.”

“What’s not to love?” Rhysand said, sighing affectionately. “I just lay back and relax. She does all the work. Very sharp nails, though, my chest still looks as if I was attacked by a wild animal.”

Cassian laughed, so loudly that a few others looked from their cots to the back corner where the two sat. “She is a good woman, Feyre.”

Rhysand’s eyes softened. He nodded. “She is. Perfect. I had to leave her too soon, my wife. We fucked all through the night, after the wedding guests left. No protection.”

Cassian looked sideways at his friend, passing his pipe along the small gap between them. Rhysand took it as Cassian said, “Trying for a child?”

Rhsyand blew smoke as he passed the pipe back. He shrugged. “I know we keep saying that we will come back from this, but if we do not….I know she has my estate, everything I have is hers, now. But...if she is with child, although I know that it is not a certain thing….I know it often takes time to get pregnant.” Rhysand cleared her throat, eyes shining in the dimmed light of the cabin. “We wanted to try, in case I do not come back. If I do not make it out of this, she may have a child to look at, and love, and think of me.” 

Cassian listened with a heavy heart. There were no words to say, none that would make a difference. They could laugh and joke and drink and smoke all they wanted, but they both knew what they were forced to leave behind. 

Cassian opened the golden-bound book of Wordsworth to a poem that had been bookmarked. She had underlined the first half, eight lines, from I Travelled Among Unknown Men.

Cassian put his pipe down as he read:

“I travelled among unknown men,

In lands beyond the sea;

Nor, England! did I know till then

What love I bore to thee.

'Tis past, that melancholy dream!

Nor will I quit thy shore

A second time; for still I seem

To love thee more and more.”

He unfolded the note, the note he had read countless times since finding the book within his bag. The note she had used as a bookmark. 

Dear Cassian,

I hope you find this soon. I know you only have Keats to read, and I thought you would like something else to help you pass the time. Wordsworth is one of my favorites. I think you will enjoy him.

Do not worry about me while you are away. I will be fine, I have Feyre to keep me company, as she also has to send away someone she cares for. But I will be worrying about you, every minute of every day. I fear for you, for what you will have to endure, for what you will have to see. 

But when you find yourself in despair, remember that I am thinking of you. Remember that I am at home, waiting for you to return. As Wordsworth reminds us in this poem, sometimes we do not realize how much we care for someone until they are taken from us. I have always known that I care for you, Cassian, but now, on the eve before you leave, my heart aches. The thought of you leaving me leaves a hollowness inside of me that I have never known.

(Even though you are snoring obnoxiously behind me. Try to control that. Surely the other men in your camp will poke fun at you for it.)

I assume you will wake again soon, and we will make love once more. When you are lonely, remember what it feels like to have my hands on your skin, to have my mouth against your own. I know that is what I will be thinking of when the loneliness consumes me. Of how it feels when you are inside of me, holding onto me as if I am far more precious than I am. 

I pushed you away. And because of that, we did not have enough time. So you must promise me, Cassian, every day, that you will come back to me.

Write to me.

Promise me.

Come back to me.

Nesta

Cassian folded up the note, and put it back in the book to mark the page. He had just put the book back into his bag as Rhysand grabbed a bucket from under his cot, and wretched. 

Cassian reached across the way and patted his friend on the back. “We’ll be there soon, Rhys. Almost there.”

He just didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse.

~~~~~

Feyre found Nesta in the library. She sat on the bench by the window, a book open on her lap, but her eyes were far away. As Feyre sat next to her, she realized her sister was staring out at the stables.

“Hey,” she said, quietly.

Nesta met her eyes but said nothing.

“We got a letter from Elain,” Feyre continued, and smiled. “She has news.”

She handed the letter to her sister, who read over it quickly. Her eyes were wide as she neared the end. She looked to Feyre, and laughed. “She’s with child?”

Feyre nodded, excitedly. “She’s with child.”

Nesta’s laughter faded and her eyes welled up with tears. She quickly looked away, back out the window.

Feyre leaned back against the glass, her hand resting on top of her eldest sister’s. She had given Nesta plenty of space, she knew how she operated. She had not said a word about Nesta’s goodbye to Cassian days before. They had eaten their meals together, but in silence. Otherwise, they had kept to themselves.

“Azriel had to go,” Nesta said, quietly. “Elain is now alone and with child.”

“She is strong,” Feyre said. “Stronger and far more brave than we ever gave her credit for.”

Nesta nodded her agreement. “It just is not fair, that is all.”

“I know,” Feyre agreed. “My husband left the day after we wed.”

Nesta nodded, eyes distant beyond the glass. “I am truly sorry.” 

“It is alright,” Feyre said, although she did not truly feel that way. Nesta knew it, too. “And what of you?”

“What of me?” Nesta breathed.

“Is it alright?”

Nesta met her sister’s gaze. They shared the same eyes, the eyes of their mother. “I have yet to decide.”

“Are you in love with him?” Feyre asked.

“He said he was in love with me,” Nesta whispered. 

“That does not answer my question,” Feyre said.

Nesta shook her head. “I could not say it back.”

“Because it is not true?”

“Because once you say it,” Nesta began, voice breaking, “it’s out there. And there is no taking it back. If I said it, and he dies in this bloody war….I could not say it.”

Feyre nodded. “I understand that.”

Nesta snorted. “How so? You married Rhysand the day before he left!”

Feyre sighed, not phased by Nesta’s rise in anger, by the emotion shining in her eyes. “Yes, I did. Because I wanted to be his wife. Even if he does not return, I will still be his wife. I will always be his wife. But, that does not mean that it does not scare me, Nesta. I gave my heart away, and he took it with him to the continent. The thought of my heart never coming back is terrifying.”

Nesta shook her head. 

“They will come back,” Feyre said. “Both of them.”

Nesta nodded, staring at their hands.

“Until then, I am here,” Feyre promised. “I will not go anywhere.”

“Nor will I,” Nesta said, jaw clenched. 

Feyre smiled, a comforting gesture that Nesta did not return. 

But she did not move her hand. Neither of them did.

~~~~~

Elain sat in an old armchair she had purchased from an elderly woman across the hall who no longer had any need for it, a black cat sitting on her lap.

She had found it, a stray, searching for scraps in town. Elain had immediately picked the underweight cat up, and taken him home. 

“Well, Knight,” she said, “we now have an armchair and a bed.”

She looked to the thin, rickety bed she had gotten after selling her jewels. Big enough for two, if they liked to cuddle. 

Which she and Azriel surely did.

Until his return, Knight would be curling up with her every night. For how many nights, she was not certain. 

She had written to her sisters, telling them she was with child. She knew they would be overjoyed. 

“Well, Knight, how shall we spend our evening?” she asked.

The cat meowed, softly.

“A lovely thought,” Elain agreed. “Perhaps we should read for a while, or go downstairs to the shop and talk to Miryam downstairs. She should be closing up soon.”

Miryam’s aunt owned the candy shop down below, but her aunt had grown ill so Miryam was running it for her. Elain and her had become quick friends. 

Knight did not respond. When Elain looked at her lap, his eyes were closed and he was breathing softly. 

With a laugh, Elain put her palm against her stomach. “Well, I suppose we will just stay in, then. The three of us.”

Elain closed her eyes and prayed to whoever was listening that Azriel arrived on the Continent safely. 

And she hoped that he knew that she was thinking about him, and that she loved him fiercely. 

Elain sat in the armchair in their quiet, little apartment, until she drifted into a deep sleep. 

~~~~~

It had taken Azriel a moment to steady his legs once stepping off the ship. He was not sure what time it was, but the sun was beginning to sink. He looked around. The continent did not look much different than home. 

Three ships had docked, and untrained soldiers were unloading. 

Azriel hadn’t gotten far when he heard his name being called. He quickly scanned the crowd until he saw Cassian and Rhysand, hurrying toward him, the latter pale and stumbling.

“I am glad to see you both,” Azriel said. He had just spent days alone in the middle of the ocean. “How was your journey?”

“Not bad,” Cassian said, as Rhysand doubled over and puked among the grass. “For me, at least. Rhys here gets seasick very easily, apparently.”

Rhysand stood up and wiped his mouth with his shirtsleeve. “Fuck.”

Azriel nodded, trying to rein in his smile. “Well, at least we are on land now.”

Rhysand groaned.

“We are meant to gather at the foot of the hill,” Cassian said, gesturing behind Azriel. “We will begin setting up camp, hopefully by the time it gets dark.”

Azriel sighed, hiking the strap of his bag up higher on his shoulder. “Shall we, then?”

Cassian clapped Rhysand on the back, who nearly fell over from the impact. “Do we have a choice?”

“Afraid not,” Azriel grumbled.

“I’m going to die before I even reach camp,” Rhysand mumbled.

Cassian met Azriel’s gaze with a grin. “I have also learned that Lord Rhysand is quite overdramatic.”

“Fuck you,” Rhysand crooned.

“Only if I get lonely enough, then I suppose you’ll do,” Cassian promised with a wink. Rhysand laughed and shook his head, pushing his hair back. “Until then, soldiers, we walk.”

Azriel nodded, keeping next to the others as they joined the line of men.

It had begun. 

~~~~~

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[4ddyo]

Honestly I'm kinda ready to drop exo bc this isnt even the first time their members sd antiblack shit and they never apologize

And their company has a track record of not doing anything (like the amt of antiblack bs suju has gotten away with is disgusting and ppl act like they dont know or like its okay somehow), wendy from rv (idk if she ever apologized but :/), henry from sjm, and I dropped suju for it. ((And no, I'm not a fake fan; they're all groups I listened to and supported a minimum of 5 years))

When do you decide that enough is enough as a black kpop fan? Like Ik every time that I'm just waiting for them to do/say smthg racist, but I'm hoping they'll do the right thing. They never do. I dropped big bang and g7 for it too. These were all groups i really loved at the time and its so disappointing to see it happen over and over, and then fans coddle these grown ass men like theyre babies that need to be sheltered and say its okay. It's so fucking exhausting. And since none of my friends that like kpop are black, most of them (not all) don't get it either and ignore it, minimalize it, or brush it aside, because it's someone they like.

Ik you all say it's a different culture and ik that. Ik they're mostly homogeneous and have less exposure to black people. But does that mean if I live in an area where there are few asians and asian people are viewed more stereotypically that I'm allowed to be racist? No, it's still fucking wrong, no matter what the circumstances. Wrong is wrong, don't make excuses for it. I get it's different, but they've traveled the world, have fans from all over the globe, and kpop is heavily influenced by black music, and black ppl have made some of the music they're performing anyway. So....

Yeah I don't even know how to feel abt these things anymore bc Ik they'll happen, Ik nothing ever gets done (the apologists and racists in the fandom make sure of that), and black fans end up having to decide whether it's worth it anymore

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[acourtofthought]

I still think HOFAS and the very next ACOTAR book will stand apart.

I'm not saying the events that happen in HOFAS won't eventually be introduced to ACOTAR series but I imagine it's something that will happen down the line and not where SJM will immediately start the next ACOTAR book.

Bloomsbury is a bohemeth publishing company, they have JK Rowling and Harry Potter has sold more than 500 million copies worldwide. They know what they're doing when it comes to marketing and SJM has to follow their suggestions as much as they work with hers.

To me it doesn't matter what SJM said in a paid interview that was only accessible to some and that only those in the fandom chat about, these series still need to stand on their own. Bloomsbury is not going to leave loose ends and anything up to chance. They're not going to allow the readers that shop only in bookstores and don't follow the fandom to be completely lost when picking up the next ACOTAR. It seems crazy to us but some have truly never read CC or bother with the books beyond reading them.

This is what she said in that paid interview:

"I mean I guess you should read ACOTAR"

Of course she wants you to read ACOTAR bc it's more money and then you'll know who these people are that Bryce just met. But that statement is not "if you don't read ACOTAR, you'll be confused and these plots are now completely intertwined" especially because this only leaves 4 months for everyone who hasn't read ACOTAR to finish 4.5 books. If it was a requirement, she should have announced it during her first CC2 spoiler interview, after it's release. And the statement also wasn't "you'll have to read the CC series in order to understand the next ACOTAR. CC3 might setup future ACOTAR books but that doesn't mean we won't first have the information introduced in the ACOTAR series (sort of like the Cassian pov in MAF, it setup his future bond with Nesta but you could skip reading it and were still given the same information in the books after).

And this is "the ad" she had them put in the back of HOSAB:

That doesn't seem like a reading requirement, right? And this is her website:

It still says you can start with any series you want.

As of now, no announcement has ever been made on her IG that these series are now unable to stand on their own.

And Bloomsbury?

It still indicates she has three separate series.

So I imagine readers didn't leave the world of ACOTAR after SF with questions about the treaty, Koschei, Spring, Beron, etc, only for them to pick up the next ACOTAR book and find they had an outerspace time traveler having visited Prythian and their current plot is now tied into her visit and the information mentioned in a completely different series.

6-9 months have passed between the end of SF and the start of HOFAS.

Feyre left Tamlin, fell in love with Rhys, witnessed her sisters being made, returned to Spring to destroy it, and fought in her first war in 8 months.

It's really not that wild of an idea to consider that SJM could start the next ACOTAR book shortly after the ending of SF, deal with the treaty, Spring, Koschei, Beron, or the Illyrians, and eventually work her way up to the events of the crossover (within the ACOTAR series).

To me that makes more sense than the characters puttering around for 6-9 months, doing nothing about the treaty, Spring, Koschei, Beron or the Illyrians.

SF - "We're extremely worried about these threats to our world!"

The time leading up to the crossover - "Eh.... We'll get to them some other time".

SJM has two remaining books in the ACOTAR spin-offs, books that were to follow a new romantic pairing in each book. But she was recently contracted for four other books on top of that and we have no clue what those books are going to be about.

When she said "the crossover will set up future ACOTAR books", it's possible she meant books far into the future, not necessarily the spin-offs she was contracted for back in 2017.

She knew what the first two spin-offs were going to be about before she ever realized Bryce would land in Prythian and at one point she said her plan for the spin-offs hadn't changed.

Sure, it's possible her plans did change since then. But it's also possible they stayed the same and the events of the crossover will lead us into ACOTAR books beyond the remaining traditional romance spin-offs, possibly even a multi character pov ACOTAR book.

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Electrophysiology involves the study of electrical activity of heart to diagnose and monitor any arrhythmia. Depending on the results of electrophysiology studies, the course of treatment such as medication, implantable medical devices, cardiac ablation, and surgery can be decided. Electrical signals have a specific travel pattern in the heart, which changes and becomes irregular due to disorders and conditions such as heart attacks, aging, and blood pressure. In such cases, electrophysiology techniques are utilized to diagnose, monitor, and select suitable course of treatment mentioned above. Indications for electrophysiology include bradycardia, tachycardia, atrial fibrillation, ventricular tachycardia, ventricular fibrillation, and other arrhythmias. Generally, catheters are used for electrophysiology studies and for cardiac ablation procedures. Catheters can be used for visualization of intracardiac electrograms, measurement of electrograms, cardiac pacing, navigational mapping, and others.

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The electrophysiology devices market is highly competitive in nature, as leading manufactures such as Boston Scientific Corporation and Abbott Laboratories have technologically advanced and wide product portfolios. The electrophysiology devices market is mainly driven by technological innovation. Manufacturers have adopted strategies such as mergers and acquisitions, intensive research and development, and continuous product launches to effectively compete in the market. Commercially available electrophysiology products include Rhythmia HDx, Confirm Rx, Advisor FL, EnSite Precision, WorkMate Claris Recording System, and SJM Confirm Implantable Cardiac Monitor.

Increasing global prevalence of cardiovascular system diseases and associated comorbidities is expected to have a positive impact on the growth of the market. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), around 17 million people die annually from cardiovascular diseases. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), in 2017, 2.7 to 6.1 million people in the U.S. were suffering from atrial fibrillation, which is the most common type of heart arrhythmia. Increasing incidence and prevalence of cardiovascular diseases is expected to foster growth of the electrophysiology devices market over the forecast period. Early diagnosis has become paramount in order to decide on the optimal treatment plan and to improve medical outcome, and faster diagnosis can significantly improve the medical outcomes. Leading manufacturers in the market are indulged in technological advancement of the electrophysiology devices, which is expected to boost the electrophysiology devices market. For instance, manufacturers have invented wearable and implantable devices with smartphone connectivity such as wearable holter monitors and implantable cardiac monitors.

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Key players operating in the electrophysiology devices market include Siemens AG, Boston Scientific Corporation, Abbott Laboratories, GE Healthcare, Biotronik SE & Co.KG, Biosense Webster, Inc., Philips Healthcare, and MicroPort Scientific Corporation.

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Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds  (a Manorian/Rowaelin AU)

NOTE: This is a piece very near and dear to my heart!! Welcome to my very first TOG fic, and second fic overall! This is kind of a celebration of hitting 100 followers, and kind of a celebration of ACOWAR, but first and foremost, this is a gift for my girl @highlady-casandra. You’re pretty cool, I guess and I love you so so much but you already knew that <3 but also I really hope you’re sleeping right now or we’ll have to fight  Second, it goes to to my fellow Revolutionaries,  @miladyaelin  @snaps7@jxmessjrjuspottcr @throneofstars @fictionalcharactersaremyreality, y’all are the true heroes ;) Third, for @propshophannah, my favorite SJM blog and one of my favorite writers for this fandom, who is a hero in her own right for a million reasons. Thanks for existing. Last but not least, this one’s this is for all of you guys reading it!! I hope you enjoy, and I hope I didn’t butcher them too bad! ( @meabhd You’re a queen and amazing artist and I hope I didn’t butcher your accent/country too much :/ ) Without further ado, here we go!

Dorian and Aelin burst into the small lively Irish pub. Well, “burst” was kind of a strong word, considering how bogged down they were by their huge backpacks. The two friends had decided to travel across Europe after their college graduation. It was supposed to be a group of them, but they’d lost Lys and Aedion back in Italy. Chaol was supposed to meet them in Dublin – but that was if they ever made it there. The huge storm had come out of nowhere, and their flight had been redirected. Aelin had insisted they try to catch a ferry to continue on to Dublin – but when the huge waves had almost flipped over the boat, she conceded, and they were dropped off on the beach in some other part of Ireland. Trudging up the long hill, they finally came to the bustling pub – the only awake part of the small sea town. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, they glanced around for an empty table in the crowded bar, and spotted a couple getting up in the corner. They quickly grabbed the table before anyone else had a chance, pulling the massive weights off of their backs and flopping into the hard wooden chairs.

They could feel the heat of the packed pub seeping into their bodies. Groups of people danced around, producing more and more warmth as they jumped and whirled to the tune of the lively reel. The band in the corner looked like they’d been playing for a while, empty beer bottles scattered around their feet as they played.

They took a few minutes to settle down – wringing the water out of their soaked shirts. Aelin was running a hand through her long blonde hair, trying to untangle the wet tresses, when Dorian shook his head at her like a dog, spraying water everywhere. It was at this moment that the waitress walked over, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she watched Aelin smack him repeatedly.

She stopped quickly when she noticed the gorgeous girl. A tray was balanced against her hip, and she had a long, messy white braid over one shoulder, along with a wicked grin on her bright red lips. “Name’s Manon,” she drawled, her Irish accent washing over them. “What can I get you lot?”

Dorian cleared his throat, quickly running a hand through his hair in an effort to look presentable. He began to stumble over his words as his eyes ran over her lithe, muscular body. “I – uh – we – do you have any, um, menus?”

She snorted, raising an eyebrow at the boy. No – man. He was in his early twenties at least. Her eyes quickly flashed to his flexing muscles as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He was broad, tall, and all around gorgeous. His bright blue eyes avoided hers as she watched him squirm under her golden gaze. “Aye, o’ course lad, would you like some gold rimmed plates, too? What d’you think this is? A palace, princeling?” She rolled her eyes, scowling at the gorgeous man. Why was it always the pretty ones that were like this?

“I’ll take a Guiness –”Aelin’s cool voice cut in, as Dorian struggled to regain his composure. “And some food. We’re both starving.”

“Aye, and soaked through the bone,” Manon mumbled, glancing at their wet clothes. She let out a deep sigh as she crossed her impossibly long legs. “I’ll see what the boys can dig up – kitchen’s supposed to close any minute now.”

The full weight of her golden gaze turned back to Dorian, a smirk on her face as she watched him startle under the attention. “Anything else I can get you, princeling?”

He cleared his throat and narrowed his stormy blue eyes as he forced a smirk on his face. “A double shot of whiskey, please.” He winked at her then, feeling the bravery re-enter his voice. “Need something to help warm me up.”

“Aye,” she smirked, “and some of that Irish courage will do you good, as well.”

With that, she turned, making her way back to the bar. He couldn’t help but stare at her enticing hips as they moved from side to side. Just like she’d wanted him to.

He was cute, this American boy. Kind of ridiculous, but cute.

Soon enough she was back with their drinks, shot Dorian some heated looks, and was off again. He wasn’t usually a one night stand kind of guy, in most situations. But for her? For her he’d make an exception. Miles of long legs were barely covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts. She had on a loose red t-shirt, further accenting her bright red lips. Yet, even in the simple outfit, she looked like a queen. His queen.

Aelin rolled her eyes watching Dorian eye-fuck the white-haired beauty. Aelin thought she was kind of a bitch, but Dorian never listened to her opinions on his conquests. He was usually more of a relationship guy, but she could tell that this time he just didn’t care. And she wasn’t drunk enough to put up with his shenanigans.

With a heavy sigh, she stood up from her seat to get another drink. Dorian barely paid her any attention as his eyes followed the waitress, watching her float from table to table, laughing heartily as she flirted with everyone, lighting up the room with her smile.

Aelin stepped up to the bar, the barkeep nowhere to be found. She eyed the empty seat in the corner and decided to take it right as she noticed someone else about to make a move. It’s not like Dorian was much better company. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, still wet from the rain. She’d opted to keep her soaked sweatshirt on, wearing nothing but a small tank top underneath. But between the grossly wet fabric against her skin and the heat of the pub, she was leaning closer and closer to taking the damn thing off. Finally, she gave in, ripping off the soaking wet hoodie. And of course, this was the moment the barkeep chose to arrive.

Rowan Blackthorn couldn’t help but watch, shell-shocked, as the blonde beauty pulled the dark sweatshirt off of her curvy torso. As if the barely-there lace tank top wasn’t bad enough, it slowly slipped up her body as she struggled with the sweatshirt. And there, in that moment, he knew he was absolutely fucked. He cleared his throat as he stepped up across from her, averting his eyes.

“What can I get you, lass?” His voice was a soft sensual rumble, but she couldn’t really properly enjoy it in her struggle.

“Right now,” she grunted, “a hand would be nice.” He winced at the fact that he was completely and totally about to begin his descent into hell, and reached over to pull the girl’s sweatshirt off.

She was suddenly greeted by six feet and four inches of pure muscle. She wasn’t exactly short, but the bartender towered over her. His short white hair was cut close to his head. Gaelic tattoos trailed down half of his face and one of his arms,clearly showing off his heritage. His bright green eyes caught her gaze, and she found herself unable to look away. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, reaching to grab the sweatshirt that he was holding out to her.

They stood there then, just like that, watching each other. He took in her wet blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders, and her tight light pink tank top. At least it wasn’t see-through. Then he would have definitely lost it.

“Y’know,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, “normally I don’t let guys undress me until after I’ve learned their name.”

He snorted at that. “Is that all it takes with you, then?” Shit. He couldn’t stop himself. The words were already out, but he’d immediately regretted them. Well, that was that, he supposed.

She narrowed her eyes at the man. As pretty as he might be, she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit he was presenting her with. “Give me another Guiness,” she snapped. He raised an eyebrow before turning around to grab it without another word. He pulled the cap of the beer straight off with his hands, the asshole. The muscles in his arms tensed and relieved as he accomplished it, and Aelin just about died.

It was in this moment that Manon sauntered over, two plates in hand. ��Are you goin’ back t’yer boyfriend there, or are you stayin’ over here?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she scowled, reaching out a hand for one of the two plates. “On a good day he’s my friend. Right now though, he’s my pain in the ass. So yeah, I’ll eat over here.” Manon smirked as Aelin finally accepted the Guiness Rowan had been holding out.

She walked away, an extra bounce in her step as she once again made her way to Dorian. Aelin rolled her eyes at the predatory smirk that was growing on her friend’s face. It looked like he’d found his footing fast enough. She turned back to her beer, and the asshole of a bartender.

He’d begun to clean a glass, obviously trying to look anywhere but at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and turning her attention to her meal.

Rowan was a fucking idiot. Yeah, Rowan. Great idea. Get the gorgeous girl to like you by insulting her. That always works. Then again, he was sort of out of practice. And more than that, she was only here for, what, a day? Two maximum? He was willing to bet the storm had rolled her in, and she’d be leaving as soon as it was over. Slowly shaking his head, he sighed. Rowan didn’t have time for more attachments to beautiful women who were just going to leave. So maybe being an asshole was a good idea.

Except then he heard the moan slip out of her mouth. And every logical thought left his head as his entire body stiffened at the sound.

“God,” she sighed, “who the hell is your cook, and can I marry him?”

Rowan cleared his throat, straining to talk as her husky voice just played over and over in his head.

Shit.

He was in such deep, unending shit.

“We have two cooks,” he grumbled, trying to prevent his voice from cracking as he watched her lick her fingers, unable to look away.

His words ran away from him as he watched her dip her soda bread in the Irish Stew and take a large bite, letting out another long, low moan. “Please tell me whichever one made this stew is single.”

A low growl built in his throat, the sight much too sensual to bear. That moan. However good that stew was, it couldn’t taste nearly as delicious as he was sure she did. What he wouldn’t give to have her thighs around his head, how she would moan then –

He grit his teeth, shook his head, and forced himself to look away, discretely adjusting his pants as he once again tried and failed to regain his composure. At the sound of bickering voices coming up behind him, Rowan let out a small sigh of relief. Saved by the devils.

“Fenrys, Connal!” He called behind him, welcoming the distraction. And then he remembered what she was wearing. And that he’d been an asshole. And that she had wanted to marry one of the two idiots. And suddenly regretted everything. “You have an admirer,” he ground out. He hesitated, cautiously glancing at Aelin once again as she slowly enjoyed the bread, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. He began to smile as well, and then stopped, scowling instead. Remember. Lyria. With that thought in his head, he stormed down the walkway behind bar to go pour some other drinks.

Aelin opened her eyes at the sound of the barkeep stomping away. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the tightness of his pants against what she assumed was his equally tight ass. Dear god. She quickly looked away, chastising herself. She shouldn’t pine after what she knew she couldn’t have.  She didn’t even know his name.

It was then that she found the twins stepping up to her behind the bar. Both were well-built, with gorgeous dark eyes, and deep tans to their skin. They seemed older than the barkeep. The one on the left was easily the most beautiful man she’d seen in her life. He had long golden hair and a mischievous grin on his lips, easily accompanying his onyx eyes that held her favorite kind of sinful promises. The other was just as beautiful, though with long dark hair, and thoughtful dark eyes. He seemed calmer – more melancholy in a way. The dark to the other’s light. Though for some reason, neither could compare to the bartending buzzard.

She took a sip of her beer and grinned at the twins who were eyeing her just the same. The blond was unashamedly appreciating her figure under the tank top, offering her a wolfish grin, hinting that cooking wasn’t the only thing he was good at doing with his hands. Meanwhile the dark-haired twin simply stepped back, leaning against the bar and rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior.

“Name’s Fenrys,” the blond purred, holding out a large hand for her to shake. She took it slowly, feeling the calluses in his palm as her eyes met the heat in his.

“Aelin.” She smiled coolly, dropping his hand and returning to the stew, feigning aloofness. She could eat politely when she wanted to. And now that the beautiful barkeep wasn’t around, she had no reason not to. She almost laughed thinking back to his attempts at discretely readjusting his pants. As though his lust for her wasn’t entirely obvious. I hope you hate every minute of it, she thought, glaring at his gorgeous broad back.

“So,” Fenrys drawled, dragging her attention back to him. “Is our dear cousin Rowan treating you well? Irish hospitality and all that?”

Rowan. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous man. Her eyes followed him as he poured out shots for a group of boys who looked just barely legal. Then she dragged them back to Fenrys, and lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, her face entirely blank. “Well enough, I suppose.” She took another small bite of the stew, even though all she really wanted was to devour it.

“You know,” Fenrys murmured, his fingers lightly playing with the tips of hers, “I could certainly treat you very well, if you’d let me.”

She drew her hand away from his and placed it under her chin, raising a single eyebrow at his forwardness.

“Since I’m not a dog, I doubt you’ll be surprised to hear I don’t respond well to treats. Though since I’m not entirely certain you’re not a dog, unless you’d like me to rip off your balls so you can play fetch, I suggest you leave me alone.”

Connall barked out a laugh as Fenrys staggered back, an incredulous look on his face. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as he stepped away, reaching for the whiskey and mumbling to himself about crazy American women.

It was at this moment that Rowan walked back over, an aggravated look on his face. He should’ve been relieved that she’d probably already agreed to sleep with Fenrys, but for whatever reason, all he felt was a quiet stifling rage. His shoulder rammed into his cousin’s as he passed by him, stepping up next to Connall.

“Congratulations,” Connall grinned at her, “it’s not often a lass sends my brother off with his tail between his legs.” The two chuckled at the joke between them, Aelin finally smiling again as Rowan stood there, confused.

“What happened to your betrothed?” He bit out, defensive, not allowing himself to hope for what was too good to be true.

Aeliln’s smile turned sensual as her eyes once again roamed over his muscular frame. The heat in them almost burned him as they finally met his once again. “Turns out he wasn’t my type. Too easy.” A smirk spread on her lips as Rowan flinched. Connall chuckled again and began to walk away, clapping Rowan on the shoulder. “This one’s all yours, cousin. Good luck.” He winked at him and continued into the kitchen, finally ready to clean up for the night.

She took a few more bites of her stew, and Rowan went back to methodically cleaning his bar.

He wished he could say he’d forgotten she was there. But he hadn’t. Even with his back turned to her, he could feel her behind him, burning him with her gaze, and then it was almost as if her moans were ringing in his ears again. With a low groan, he wiped down the bar harder, angrily scrubbing.

A mischievous grin stretched across her lips, entirely aware of the affect she had on him. He’s going to sleep with me tonight, and he’s going to like it. And then we’ll see who’s the easy one. She ignored the small voice in her head that pointed out the fact that she would no doubt more than like it as well.

“So, Rowan,” she purred, placing both elbows on the bar and leaning her chin on her intertwined fingers, “tell me about yourself.”

Part 2

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11 Questions

tagged by the awesome @shyvioletcat​ thanks hun for the tag!! A welcome procrastination from the hell that is uni catch up >_<

My 11 questions for those I tag are:

what/who was the book/author that made you fall in love with reading?

if you had to live out the story of one of your fave fictional characters who would it be and why?

whats your guilty pleasure?

Do you prefer Sweet or savoury?

You’re going on vacation and can only take 4 books and 3 movies what would you pick?

Favourite day of the week and why?

If you could wake up tomorrow and have one new skill what would it be?

What’s your signature dish/something you bake?

Have you ever been in love?

favourite season and why?

How would you describe your style?

1) What’s the first thing you do as soon as you wake up?

I sleepily go on my phone for a few minutes, not to reply to anything or reading messages but just to take some time to see whats happening in the world and check up on memes and tumblr

2) Given absolute freedom, how would you decorate your room or other area that you spend a lot of time in?

I would decorate my room in a really minimalistic style with at least half a wall just bookshelves with fairy lights and little vine pop figurines and cute things like that 

3) What’s a work of fiction (movie, book, TV show, I don’t mind) that changed your life?

Actually ACOMAF. I’ve never talked about this but at the time that I was reading ACOMAF I was also going through a lot of personal things that were very hard and I didn’t know how to come to terms with, and hadn’t told anyone around me about. ACOMAF was so fundamental in my “recovery” through seeing Feyre’s journey and seeing her reclaim her happiness and herself I was inspired to reclaim mine. It’s something that shook me to the core and has stuck with me every since. I find myself quoting lines from it all the time when I feel lost. Especially “There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win.” I often imagine Mor saying it in my mind when I feel like I’m struggling and will forever be so thankful to SJM and in awe of her skills.

wow that got deep. sorry.

4) What’s your go to board game?

Monopoly/cranium/blockus - depends on the company

5) What is a location that you dream about visiting? 

EUROPE - i just want to travel to italy and spain and france and greece and everywhere!

6) If you could pick a fictional character yo be your best friend who would it be?

Would love to be bffs with Dorian and just gush about books all day. Or Rose Hathaway, she is ultimate girl bff material

7) If you could pick a fictional world to live in which one would it be and why?

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE HANDS DOWN - because magic and magic and did i say magic and oh yeah magic 

8) You’re going to a fancy ball. What do you wear?

If i could wear anything - a hoop-skirt-king-and-i-type ball gown would be my ultimate dream.

In reality - a nice fancy generally minimalistic dress above the knee length

9) Did you have a stuffed toy when you were little that you couldn’t be without?

yep a teddy bear named teddy because i was not an imaginative child lol

10) Snickers or Mars bar?

Mars bar

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Macau Operators Need Daily Revenue of $38 Million to Break Even This Year, According to Analysts

Macau’s six concessionaires can likely break even on an earnings before interest, taxes, depreciation and amortization (EBITDA) basis this year with $38.18 million in daily revenue. But getting to cash flow breakeven will be trickier, said JPMorgan analysts.

Macau operators will need some help to break even this year, according to JPMorgan analysts. (Image: Bloomberg)

The bank’s research team covering Asia-Pacific gaming projects $49.45 million in daily turnover as the minimum needed for operators in the world’s largest casino hub to reach cash flow breakeven in 2020. That could be an ambitious goal considering that February and March gross gaming revenue (GGR) there slumped nearly 88 percent and almost 80 percent, respectively.

The industry can stay EBITDA [earnings before interest, taxation, depreciation and amortisation] breakeven at the gross gaming revenue run-rate of around MOP300 million [US$37.6 million] per day, and cash-flow breakeven (post interest cost and maintenance capex) at MOP400-million levels ($50 million),” according to JPMorgan.

Getting to those levels is the issue for Macau operators, because with strict travel controls still in place stemming from the coronvirus, April GGR is a mere trickle, with some banks estimating a scant $8.76 million per day in turnover to this point in the month.

Surviving Not Yet an Issue

With turnover non-existent in the US for the time being and activity slumping in Macau, analysts are evaluating the cash positions of gaming companies, assessing how long the firms can survive in a zero or near zero-revenue environments.

On the peninsula, the cash outlook is mostly sturdy, with JPMorgan noting Galaxy Entertainment can survive six years with its $6.7 billion in cash, assuming a no-revenue setting lingers longer than expected. That forecast moves to seven years if the company postpones a two-phase expansion at Galaxy Macau.

Sands China, the Macau arm of Las Vegas Sands (NYSE:LVS) has $4.5 billion in liquidity, while SJM Holdings has $3.3 billion.

“Against their respective cash-burn, Galaxy has enough cash to survive 6+ years of no revenue (or 5 years even if it finishes Phase 3), SJM has four years (or three years even if it finishes Grand Lisboa Palace), Sands/Melco/Wynn have about two years, and MGM over a year,” notes the JPMorgan analysts.

Lenders Playing Ball

Concessionaires in the Special Administrative Region (SAR) are finding some relief from lenders that are relaxing coverage and interest ratio provisions, which could help borrowers avert default should it take years for business to return to normal.

Banks working with MGM China and Sands China obliged those companies’ request for looser covenant structures, and analysts expect the same will be true for Wynn Macau should it make a similar request of its creditors.

Most Macau operators won’t come close to breaching debt covenants for at least a year, a forecast based on the premise banks won’t provide the companies with some breathing room.

“To put it simply, investors need not worry about covenant breach for at least a year of ‘zero revenues,’” said the JPMorgan analysts.

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