But-- But-- What If It's A Happy Reunion?

throne of glass characters — aelin galathynius 

 “She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­and she would not be afraid.”

this actually makes alot of sense lol Feyre and Rhys were lovesick teens who didn't think about the future and the consequences of them dying together and leaving Velaris with no rulers but 1) it's a book give them a break 2) I doubt that if Rhys dies Feyre would want to live anyways nevermind RULE and vice versa. Yes, rulers are supposed to be selfless and all that stuff but at the end of the day they still have FEELINGS and they were the love of each other's lives. That doesn't make them an amazing ruler, but it doesn't make them bad rulers either. Also if that happens, Velaris IS better off with another ruler 3) if Feyre dies, Nyx was never gonna survive anyways cuz he was like 3 months premature or smth so he wont be an orphan he'll just be.. uh.. dead 4) Bro who the heck decides to not have a child because they think they're gonna die??? People have children assuming they will live to see their child grow up???

I know some readers can’t forgive Rhys for withholding the pregnancy from Feyre.

But I can’t forgive Feysand for putting their baby and court in danger constantly from their death bargain. The bargain is still in place and NO ONE SHOULD THEM BREAK IT FOR THEM. For once, I want them to pay for their selfish deeds. All that fucking power they have is completely wasted.

chapter 2 has been in the works for two months and i didnt really know how to proceed without making the story drag on so i decided to write the part where LoA and Helion broke off their relationship and it's probably still four/five chapters away but WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THERE WILL BE ANGST I MEAN IT. you just have to wait a while for it (give or take a year or two AHAHAHA im only half kidding) because i hurt myself writing that scene.

Won't You Run Away With Me Chapter 1

ITS ABOUT HELION AND LOA!!! IM EXCITED FOR MYSELF

it's a short chapter, 1K words

Summary: Based on Helion's conversation with the IC in ACOWAR, what happened between Helion and Lady of the Autumn court (because ms sarah janet maas takes two years to finish a book and I cannot wait for her big reveal and no one wrote a fic on this so i'm doing it)

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CHAPTER 1: BEFORE THE WAR

“I heard her family wanted internal ties to power, and that they didn’t give her a choice before they sold her to Beron.” - Helion to Mor, ACOWAR

The fire in her blood is her damnation, for she was about to become the Lady of Autumn, the pretty, silent wife to Beron Vanserra.

There was no choice in the matter really, her father needed the political alliance that came from selling his youngest daughter to the cruel High Lord of Autumn. No matter that she was just 20- a child, barely past her first bleed- and Beron was nearly a century old. And war… war was looming, and her parents certainly couldn’t afford for their alliances with the High Lord to drift. She begged her family for more time, to wait just a few years.

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“I’ll find another High Lord to marry,” she had pleaded on her knees, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her father sneered, the room heating with his rage. “What do you know about alliances? To be married to Beron Vanserra, what more could a female like you want?” She flinched. What more could a girl like you want. Love! She wanted to scream. I want to marry the male I love! But what did she know? Her sisters, watching behind a half closed door, looked at her with eyes full of pity and knowing. Knowing, for the male she had met at the equinox ball who had charmed her with his warm smile and bright eyes. The son of the High Lord of the Day Court. Helion Spellcleaver. Her father barely gave his weeping daughter another look before winnowing out of the room. He did not notice the crumpled letter she held in her hands and the unfamiliar necklace hidden beneath her dress. He did not wait for her to reveal the male that has been courting her for almost a year. She threw the letter into the fireplace and weeped. The fire eagerly swallowed up the letter. A declaration of love, a promise turned into ash. - The wedding is a relatively quiet ceremony with just Beron’s most important lords. The commoners would hear of this later, through an official proclamation. It was a relief that no one else would witness her humiliation, though she supposed no one really cared who she was as long as she kept Beron happy.

That was her job now, to keep a high lord happy. To look pretty, have a few children and pray and hope the lord would not tire of her too soon. She supposed there were worst things in the world. Beron’s servants were silent as they prepared her for the wedding, they kept their eyes down, deft hands dressing her without so much as an extra glance for the female marrying their high lord. Perhaps they were glad that with her as Beron’s wife, he would be otherwise occupied, in the bedroom at least.

She was not oblivious to Beron’s temper and the commoners’-- and rest of the court for that matter-- contempt toward Beron. For good reason too, she had heard of how he treated his servant, and how he ensured that people who spoke against him promptly disappeared. The few times she had gone to the countryside were even worse- though she secretly agreed that the farmers’ outright hatred for the lord was justified- they were paid barely more than what it took them to buy their crops, while Beron and other lords in the capital were drowning in finery and wasting the food that should’ve gone to the hungry people.

She was also under no illusion that the lord would grow to feel even an inkling of love for her, knew that she was nothing but a prized breeding mare. She wanted to ask the servant girls how they survived, how she could survive. But as the servants finished putting her hair into twist on her head, the words stuck in her throat. She gave them a thankful nod, and looked in the mirror. She did not recognize who stared back. She was led out by an armed sentry, as she looked back at the servant girls, she was surprised to find that there were tears brimming in their eyes. The girls caught her staring and promptly looked down, expressionless once again. She wondered whether someday she would look like that too.

Suddenly, she couldn’t help but wish that a certain amber eyed male would come a save her.

- She did not remember what happened exactly during the ceremony other than the murmured thanks to the halfhearted congratulations thrown her way. She had been lost in a crowd of lords trying to gain Beron’s favor, the dress making it her for her to disappear back into her room.

Her room.

She did not share a room with the lord, even now that they’re married. Beron had barely spared her a second glance after the crowds had dispersed. He winnowed away to cauldron knows where, as if he could barely stand the sight of her. It was a sentry who saw her confused expression and led her to her room, then told her that Beron would seek her out when he wished. Or she would be summoned to the High Lord’s quarters.

To be summoned like a dog. She almost let slip. But the sentry did not deserve her anger. So she simply nodded her thanks and went into her room.

-- The first night was the hardest. Beron had, in fact, seeked her out. She did not make a sound as Beron made her undress. She did not let out the tears that threatened to spill out. She did not let herself feel what was happening. But it was afterward when the door slammed shut and she was left alone in that cold, unfamiliar bed that she realized, truly realized, that this was her life now. She was the High Lord’s possession, his to treat however he wished.

And there was not one damn thing she could do about it.

the dumbest/ most problematic quotes from my favorite ships but like ahaha i dont believe in love anyways

Book quotes that made me believe in love again~ part 2, because these are all so adorable I just couldn't fit them into one post<3

•He pushed, simply because he damn well couldn’t stop himself,

“And what do you deserve?” A slow smile, indeed a plains-cat readying for the kill. Then, “Certainly more than a bastard-born nobody.”

~Nesta my queen letting her romantic side show for a second :') so vulnerable. Huh? What? Unresolved trauma? No- this is 100/10 romance bb

•"You don’t even know what you’re saying,” Kenji tells him. “You’re acting crazy—”

“I was happier,” Adam says, “when I thought she was dead.”

“You, of all people,” Adam says to me. He looks so disgusted. “I trusted you—told you things I never should’ve told you— I can’t believe you’d do this to me. That you’d fall for him. What the hell is wrong with you?” he demands, his voice rising in pitch. “How sick in the head do you have to be?”

~Adam Kent to his girlfriend<3 fights can be so sexy. especially when a guy calls his girlfriend fucked in the head uwu. every girl's dream :))wishing she was dead aaahhh love is love okay.

•His growls of pleasure filled the tent, drowning out the distant cries of the injured and dying. Life and death—hovering so close, whispering in our ears.

And I hoped that this shard of life we offered up, this undimming light between us, would drive death a bit further away. At least for another day.

~feysand my fav power couple. getting down and dirty in a battlefield like the rulers they are. What? oh no not fighting for their homeland no no that's for basic bitches<33 romantics do seggsy time in battles ;) it's called feminism okay look it up

•“You care for me,” Will said. His voice was cool and sure. “And you know that I admire you, the way that all women know when a man admires them. Now you have come to tell me you will be here, available to me, for as long as I might wish it. I am offering you what I thought you wanted.”

“You cannot mean that.”

“And you cannot have imagined I meant anything more,” Will said. “There is no future for a Shadowhunter who dallies with warlocks. One might befriend them, employ them, but not …”

~will my bestie offering the girl he loves to be his whore<3 unusual but I don't kink shame here :) spread loveee,hashtag speaking from the heart

•"Hear my judgment,” Cardan says, authority ringing in his voice. “I hereafter exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world until such time as she is pardoned by the crown. Until then, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.”

I gasp. “But you can’t do that!”

He looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. As though I am nothing at all. “Of course I can,” he replies.

“But I’m the Queen of Faerie,” I shout, and for a moment, there is silence.

Then everyone around me begins to laugh.

“Deny it then,” I yell. “Deny me!”

He cannot, of course, so he does not.

~cardan my fairie romeo sweeping Jude off her feet by exiling her<3 *I think I've seeeenn this film beforeeee* he really thought he showed some huge ass ravenclaw energy here :) who said long distance can't be steamy?

•“I lied,” he said. “Demons lie, Clary. You know, there are some kinds of wounds you can get when you’re a Shadowhunter—internal injuries from demon poison. You don’t even know what’s wrong with you, but you’re bleeding to death slowly inside. That’s what it’s like, just being your brother.”

“But Aline—”

“I had to try. And I did.” His voice was lifeless. “But God knows, I don’t want anyone but you. I don’t even want to want anyone but you.”

Clary’s voice had sunk to a whisper. “I don’t want anyone but you, either.”

~awww this is like the new "being your friend isn't enough",, brotherly love<3 okay friends to lovers enemies to lovers WHAT ABOUT SIBLINGS TO LOVERS HUHHH

•"You—Reid, you also made an oath to me. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife.”

His hands dropped to his sides. Defeated. A spark of hope flared in my chest. But then he closed his eyes—seeming to collapse in on himself—and when he opened them again, they were void of all emotion. Empty. Dead.

“You are not my wife.”

What was left of my heart shattered completely.

~Reid my new bff being loyal to his religion and telling Lou that she's not his wife :') so pure. true love 101. *so there you go-o can't make a wife outta a WITCH* his mentor is the hot priest from fleabag<3 "you love me? It'll pass<3"

•“Why don’t I give you the lashing you deserve?”

He looked so dead set on it that she blinked. “If you ever take a whip to me, I will skin you alive.” Rowan paused his stalking. “You’re worthless.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

He went on, “You would probably have been more useful to the world if you’d actually died ten years ago.”

She just looked him in the eye and said, “I’m leaving.”

~ughhh what is it with men's dirty talk being "I wish you were dead" it's so poetic :') again, bird love confessions are...unique, so cut rowan some slack. also threatening to whip her kinkyyyy<333

•Juliette supposed it was her turn to walk away. The lover and the liar, the liar and the lover. They switched those roles between themselves like it was a game.

“I tell the truth,” Juliette said again. Each word was a blade that sliced through her tongue, cutting her twice as deep as the harm she put out into the world. “Wake up. This entire dalliance between us has been an extraction of information.”

“Juliette, don’t say such—”

~Juliette and Roma spending the whole book pining over each other and confessing their feelings, to reach this end. because love<333

•“Don’t worry, tracker. You’ll know when our deal is up.” He shoved me belowdecks, but not before I heard his parting words to Mal—“I’ll be certain you hear it when I make her scream.”

~love triangles can be sooo beautiful especially when you've been kidnapped by one of the guys and the other has the personality of a wet towel<33 but love is love so-

"i dont trust anyone's recs if their favorite is sarah j maas and colleen hoover"

well yes sjm does write certain questionable phrases and loves the word "mate" but her books have a plot??? her characters have depth and character growth???

The portrayal of Rhys and Feyre after UTM, the way they slowly climbed out of hell TOGETHER (i am very glad i met you feyre// their first Starfall).

Aelin after she escaped Maeve (did you buy the swagger the arrogance/// you fight, until you can't ). AELIN AND ROWAN you make me want to live. When Manon asked Dorian to marry her so he won't go to Morath and Dorian saying no

ALL THE LITTLE THINGS IN HER BOOKS

colleen hoover has what? bland dialogue and simplistic plot lines. It Ends With Us, the characters lack so much depth. The plot was simplistic, there is no real attraction between Lily or Ryle or Atlas. November 9th, the MMC's redemption arc was just.. his mother died, therfore arson is justified. Look at the attraction, the chemistry, between Rhys and Feyre. Look at Nesta's redemption arc-- it's so good and it isn't even sjm's best work.

Sarah J Maas is so much more than the few phrases booktok labels as her entire style. It is the way she portrays her characters that makes us love her so much.

putting colleen hoover and sarah j maas in the same category is blasphemy and should be a reflection of your reading habits not mine smh

"Rhys doesn’t mind sharing" 👀

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i need holy water.

Darling, I'm a Daydream Dressed Like a Nightmare

Summary: When Lucien goes to the Night Court to update Feyre and Rhys the Spring Court, they would like to thank Lucien for his services in the naughtiest way possible.

Written for @sjmkinkmeme​ and also a massive thank you to @separatist-apologist​ for beta reading

Pairing: Feyre Archeron x Rhysand x Lucien Vanserra

Word Count: 4k

Content Warning: Dubious Consent, Explicit Cheating

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Lucien hated the Court of Nightmares.

Rhysand’s underground court made his skin crawl, reminded him far too much of Amarantha. How Rhys could stand it after being trapped for fifty years, Lucien didn’t know. He was surprised Feyre hadn’t ordered it demolished, if only as a favor to her mate.

Still, when the High Lord and Lady of the Night court summoned him there to give his monthly report on Spring, he had no option other than to show up, not while they offered him the only employment he was likely to find.

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Dear House of earth and blood (crescent city),

Thank you.

The stories you hold have really brought light to my heart when I thought there was only darkness. I’m struggling at the minute with life…but you have really helped me.

You have made me laugh, cry, cringe and experience the rarest emotions that I thought my crumpled heart could not contain.

You have given me strength and resilience in a time when they were running dangerously lower.

I want to say thank you to…

Lehabah : who showed me how to be selfless, even if that means my shot at freedom is lost. She showed me being selfless is one of the greatest gifts a soul can possess.

Juniper: who taught me to be there for a friend In need, even if it’s just a phone call or message because the simplest acts of kindness can save lives.

Danika: who showed me what it means to be loyal, and that loyalty can lead to one of the strongest and brightest bonds a soul can encounter. She showed me it’s ok to be who you are. She taught me how to not care about other peoples opinions. And that your happiness out ways other peoples perceptions of you.

Ruhn: who taught me that out of labels and titles that family is the most important. He showed me that even though you might have differences or maybe not be family through blood that their gift of love is one of the most precious gifts you could ever receive.

Hunt: who showed me that there’s always a way out. Even when confined into box there’s always a window to climb through. He taught me that out of all the horrors of your past experiences that you can find happiness and love, because everybody deserves love even you reading this. He taught me that even if it takes hundreds of years that you can do it.

And finally…

Bryce: you taught me that it’s ok to be weak and frightened. That everyday isn’t going to be your strongest fight…and that’s ok. But she also gave me the strength to fight back. She shared her journey through her highs and lows, heartbreaks and heartaches and still managed to pull herself through the other end. I want to say a very special thank you to her, she has truly showed me that there is something worth fighting for, for the light at the end of the tunnel. That Today might be your weakest day but tomorrow…tomorrow bring them hell. Tomorrow pick yourself up, dust yourself of and start the climb back to the top. She taught me how to climb that mountain even if it takes awhile, to keep pushing through.

I offered this book my heart and it filled it with stories of brave, selfless, fearless people who I will forever keep locked away safe in my beating lifeline for me to take out when things get dark.

Their story’s of triumph and heartbreak have saved me and no words could ever contain how glad I am for stumbling into your story and losing myself in your adventures. You have truly saved me and have given me …hope.

Thank you house of earth and breath.

I know your stories are far from complete and cannot wait to experience the love for it all over again.

But until we meet again,

Goodbye.

-MB

i miss the crabs tho

and i didnt even know they can fall in love with me

i sold them all

🥲

other people: fuck ticketmaster. give me taylor swift tickets

my parents: idc if u woke up at 2am and we paid 400$ for tickets. if u dont get straight As ur not going

ToG spoiler alert

I do not accept the fact that Aelin lost her powers forging the lock and banishing the Gods. As far as I’m concerned, Aelin still has her full powers. Humph.