So I was rereading Crown of Midnight…

When I came across this quote

This is Chaol’s reaction when Celaena told him about Sam and how badly she failed him. It took me a second (barely one, though, because I think about this quote a lot) before I jumped up in search of my Queen of Shadows book and found this

And it made me realize just how much Rowan has done for Aelin. Even Chaol admitted that what Sam, someone who loved her with all of his heart and she cared deeply about in return, would have wanted for Celaena, and what she needed to do to feel successful and fulfilled in life herself was to live, and not just survive, and Rowan does that for her. And that just makes me really happy.

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I just had to share this

this hit me like a bus

I’ll reblog it till my fingers bleed

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Cassian meeting Nesta for the first time...

Every interaction since…

Cassian:

Nesta…

Feyre: Why haven’t you ever made a move for Azriel, Mor?

Mor: 

Elriel Fanfic

Okay, I’m no pro fanfic writer, but I couldn’t stop myself from writing this.

Critique is accepted, but please be gentle with me. It’s my first (okay, technically second) time writing a fic.

Also, I don’t have a proper title for this, so if anyone wants to help me come up with one, be my guest.

Part 1: Falling in the garden

“So we found the bastard and got rid of it,” Rhys said to Cassian and Azriel.

“Still can’t believe these creatures are still roaming about this long after Amarantha,” Cassian said. “When do you think they’ll go crawling back to Hybern?

“Cauldron knows. With Hybern defeated, they may not have many places to go.”

“Well, let’s hope they find somewhere to go,” Azriel said.

Just as they finished, Elain walked into the room, wearing her usual gardening outfit.

“Sorry if you’re busy,” she started, “but I was wondering if Azriel could help me in the garden. There’s a lot of weeds and I’m not sure I’ll get them by sundown.”

Rhys shrugged. “Up to him. We’re not doing anything too important right now.”

Azriel stood up and walked over to join Elain. “Lead the way.”

As they went back to the garden, Elain asked, “Can I also ask you about something?”

“Need help with something?”

“Kind of. It’s about my situation with Lucien.”

“I see. I can’t guarantee I’ll be much help. Have you tried asking Feyre?”

“I did, but she’s with her mate and doesn’t quite seem to get what I’m thinking.”

They got to the garden, and Elain gave him a quick rundown of which plants were planted and which were weeds.

They worked in silence for a bit, before Elain broke it asking, “I know he didn’t actually sell us out, but he was still there. And Feyre told me about what happened when he went looking for her.”

“I get it. It’s there, but you can’t push away the memories.”

“And that bond is there. I feel it, and I know he does too. And I know no one can undo it.”

“Well, you can choose to reject it. If you want to that is.”

“Won’t that-” she started, pulling on a large weed. “Won’t that cause issues?”

“Not without him coming uninvited to the Night Court.” He walked over with a handful of weeds. “Need help with that one?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

He gripped onto part of it and the two of them pulled. “So, I’m no gardening expert, but are you sure this is a weed?”

“It’s one that’s been here a while. The roots must be deeper than usual.”

After pulling for what felt like five minutes, the root finally crunched out, and Elain let out a yelp as she lost her balance and fell back, Azriel catching her just before she hit the ground.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling her back up to standing.

Bracing her hand on his chest as she gained her balance, she nodded her head. “Thank you,” she said looking up to his face, not far from hers.

He smiled and said, “Of course.”

A small blush appeared on Elain’s cheeks as she stuttered out, “I-um, I think that’s all the weeds, and it’s getting dark now. It’ll be enough for today. Anything we missed, I can get tomorrow.”

“Alright. If you need to help tomorrow, let me know.” Azriel smiled, feeling his own face warm before moving to the side allowing Elain to head back into the house first.

As they reached the door, Elain stopped and turned to him. “Thank you again.”

“Always happy to help.” Azriel bowed slightly.

“I-I don’t just mean with the garden. For letting me talk. I feel like you really seem to understand, despite you claiming otherwise.”

“I’ve had my own difficulties in romance. Not quite the same as yours, but enough to know it’s not easy to forget everything.”

Elain’s face took on a rather sad look, making Azriel feel a little guilty. It distracted him enough that he didn’t notice Elain step closer and kiss his cheek before heading inside without another word.

FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART SEVENTEEN

Nessian Part Seventeen by L.J. LaFleur

Cassian:

The Night Court forest was vast, pines for hundreds of miles. It was one of our greatest defenses. Even with a compass or magic, foreigners would still lose their sense of direction. But now, standing here, it was haunting me. These woods that I grew up in, that I loved—were tainted by the screams of Nesta.

I released myself from my brothers, stepping forward with great effort. I bit down on my chapped lips; trapping the cry that threatened to escape.

I had been through worse, I reminded myself. Split open on one battlefield only to be torn apart on another, but I made it. Each time, I had fought through the hurdles; dripping with sweat and blood stained but victorious nonetheless.     

Scanning over everything, from the surrounding pines to the ancient boulders, I was unsure of where to focus first.

Breathe…Rhys pushed into my mind.

I looked over my shoulder, giving him a short nod as I inhaled. It felt like an arrow to my chest as her scent barreled through me.

Nesta, Nesta, Nesta…

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FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART SIXTEEN

Nessian Part Sixteen by L.J. LaFleur

Nesta:

Aedin’s freckled fist clamped harder, my legs flailed as I scratched at his death grip. Black spots invaded my vision, whispers singing in my ears.

Ignite, ignite, ignite…

Spit splattered on my face as he snarled, “your insults are no match for me, King Slayer.”

A beast playing with its prey; this couldn’t be my fate.

The iridescent blue glow of my restraints shined so bright I had to close my eyes. I tried to separate my wrists, but the icy burn only grew. I couldn’t break free. The fire building in my core dissipated. I had nothing, no strength—no magic. Completely empty.

His throaty laugh rang around us, echoing off the stone walls. “You won’t be able to talk, let alone move once I’m done with you.”

Cassian. Think. What did he teach me? What did he…I slammed my knee into Aedin’s gut–missing my mark. He loosened his grip just enough for me to scream. So, I did. With every fiber of my being–I screamed, in hope someone would hear me. Would find me.

That he would find me, that he would take me home.

Aedin’s calloused hand tightened around my windpipe again, choking the air out of me.

I clawed at his face, missing, as he dodged my nails. The torch light dwindled as I felt my life fade, as my vision blurred in and out.

“Is that anyway to treat our guest?”

My eyes shot open, was it him? Did he hear me somehow?

“Eris…” Aedin bared his teeth, scanning his brother stepping out of the shadows.

“Release her,” he replied nonchalantly while crossing his muscular arms.

Aedin turned away from Eris and focused on me. His lips curling upwards as he released me. “The next time, you won’t be so lucky,” he threatened, backing away.

I sucked in a deep breath, searing my throat with the frigid air. A second breath led to a fit of coughing. As if I were drowning, but no water fled my lungs.  

Eris inhaled sharply through his nose, “she’s claimed, Aedin.”

“I didn’t see your brand,” he snapped, pulling his long fiery locks into a low bun.

“Why don’t you check again?”

Aedin glared at his brother then looked me over, his eyes focusing on my bare shoulder. A flaming sun, branded into my delicate skin. I hadn’t felt it, I hadn’t noticed it until now.

“You know what happens to those who touch what is mine.” Eris shrugged, pushing the cell door open as a sign for Aedin to leave. “Or should I remind you…?”

Aedin growled in response, stalking off before Eris could finish.

I touched my aching throat, wincing in response. I was still trying to suck down the air I was deprived of. My eyes watered with amber, with the reminder that I was still alive.  

“Are you alright?” He asked with a stone-cold demeanor. Amber irises flickered to my neck, assessing the damage that would be seen for days, if not years.

I couldn’t speak, my throat burned so badly. The faebane chains felt even colder, invisible frost spreading across my fingertips, racing up my trembling arms. If I fought…if…if I tried to use my powers, the colder the restraints became. The colder, I became.  

“I’ll be back,” Eris moved away from the wall, winnowing away for a brief minute. He appeared with a small stack of clothes and my Illyrian boots.

Moving, speaking—any action, felt like it would be my last. Knots in my stomach grew as amber tears trickled down my cheeks. I had never cried so much in my life, not until this fucking cauldron doomed me. I was fine. I was cold, I was prepared. But now, I was only broken. A shell meant to be fucked, a heart meant to be corrupted.

Eris set the items between me and him, the center of the cage. He didn’t edge closer, but I saw him—I saw him shaking—fire dancing between his fingers.

I grabbed my stomach, blood rushing out of my head as I replayed Aedin’s words. As him and Tomas collided into one demon I couldn’t outrun. I raced to the nearest corner, spewing vomit until I fell to my knees. My restrained hands pushed into the stone wall, scraping my knuckles until they bled.

The fire in the torch dimmed, giving me privacy as I expelled my guts. My esophagus shredded with the burning acid. I braced myself, letting the cold stone seep into my sweaty forehead. Closing my teary eyes, I thought of what good was left.

What good I could fight for. I peeked over my shoulder, over the brand that marked me as his. A circle with several tendrils of fire; a flaming sun made out of damaged tissue.  

Eris slid down the wall, seated next to the door. His eyes and ears focused on every movement inside and out of the cell.  

I wiped bile from my lips, sinking to my knees, “I belong to no one.”

“I know,” he replied quietly, his attention focused elsewhere.

“Then why…?” It hurt too much to speak, like claws ripping through my vocal chords.

Eris leaned his head back, looking at the dripping ceiling, “it’s the only way…” He paused, brows knitting together, lost in thought.

I clenched my teeth, amber tears flooding down my cheeks.

His jaw tightened then released, “he won’t harm you again.”

Tears fell into the water, hissing with disdain; I didn’t believe him. I crawled on my knees, shaking so violently I couldn’t stand. I reached for the clothing, my trembling hands could barely hold the fabric.

“Here…” Eris rose to his feet, “let me help you.”

“You’ve done enough,” I muttered to him, unable to speak any louder.

Eris nodded, strands of his auburn hair catching in his beard. “I never meant to harm you,” his low voice barely audible; he didn’t look away from me, embers dancing behind his warm irises. “Please…let me help you.”

I studied the man before me, the man of ash and smoke. Waiting. Would he strike me? Would he harm me in other ways?

“I won’t…” he replied softly to my unasked questions. Eris raised me to my wet feet, once a solid column—I now stood shivering, caving within myself. He unleashed the fire on his fingertips, sending the flames to the diminishing torch. The temperature of the dungeon increased to something more bearable.

The warmth of his fingers soothed the aching chill of the faebane. I didn’t bother to ask for the chains to be removed, I knew they wouldn’t do it. I knew he couldn’t—even if he wanted to.

But I think he believed my earlier threat, that if he were to remove these chains, I would shred and burn everything until the Autumn Court was merely a tomb of ash.

Eris dried my shivering body with a tattered cloth. His calloused hands gently dressing me. Not a single touch of skin as he dressed me in a new tunic—thicker than my last but gray instead of cream. He looked away, as he laced up the sleeves and front panels; his way of not releasing me of my shackles. Scarred fingers working vigorously until he finished with a knotted bow.

My hands still shook furiously, I tried to clench them into fists but failed.

He guided my dirty feet into the black trousers, one foot at a time. Again, he studied the wall behind me as he helped tie everything close. But it was tighter, the knot complicated and unwavering to whoever touched it next. Safety–security–for my own piece of mind.  

Lastly, he sat me back on the floor, drying my feet before sliding on the chestnut colored boots.

I could barely breathe, barely move as the adrenaline started to die down. I didn’t say thank you, I didn’t say a word to him. Not even as he slid back down the wall on the opposite side of the cell, his knee loudly popping on the way down. His rigid body positioned between me and the metal door.

A tray of unappetizing food appeared but all I could do was stare. Red meat and a loaf of stale bread. I tried to drink water, but it only hurt with each sip.

“You need to eat,” Eris finally spoke, his arms crossed in front of his burly chest. 

My eyes flashed to him, to his still stature then to the corner I threw up in. The thought of eating only disturbed my stomach further.

Eris pulled at his auburn beard, “I know it hurts,” he paused to exhale his held breath, “but you need it. You need the energy.”

I didn’t reply back, I couldn’t. Instead I laid down, shifting so my back faced him. Tears expelling out of me as I covered my quivering mouth.

“Nesta?” Eris’ voice sounded far away, hollow. He didn’t say another word, nor did he leave.

Instead the room filled with silence, sorrow suffocating the flames. I was scared to sleep once, horrified of the damage I would inflict but here—with faebane chains—it didn’t matter. The darkness flooded into me, whispers curling around me as I sunk further into where new dreams and old memories collide. With heavy eyelids and a broken heart, I let the blanket of slumber encase me.

“Elain, elain…?” my voice unable to reach her.

We were in the House of Wind. A castle made of mountains and monsters.

I shook her frail shoulders, unable to wake her. She was there, I knew she was but the sadness. The overpour of agony, of disgust, infiltrated her body.

My beautiful rose–her petals had finally fallen.

I scanned her vigorously, “please…please come back to me. I know, I…I know what we saw. Who we saw. What we endured to stay alive. But I am begging you, please don’t leave me alone in this new world.”

Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled briefly, a glimpse of herself coming back. Then it was gone, instantly and painfully—she was gone.

My rage had come to a head, my new body—limbs, hearing, eyesight—everything was fresh and absolutely unnerving. I was a human soul, trapped for all eternity.

The bubbling anger took control, I needed to scream—I needed to get this unsettling energy out of me.

I left Elain alone, for the first time since our arrival in this foreign land. I picked up my skirts and scurried out of our room. I prayed to whatever gods were in this realm and only hoped those bastard bats would leave her be.

My steps quickened as my heart shrunk, creating a black mass in my chest. I tripped over myself, my feet thinner—longer than before. I felt like an infant learning to walk for the first time.

“Shit…” I mumbled, picking myself up from the floor and continuing toward the nearest set of doors.

With a loud bang, I pushed them open, cracking one panel in half. I couldn’t control this newfound strength. I couldn’t control myself.

Books, thousands of books lining every wall. I could hear my galloping pulse in my ears, I bared my teeth—screaming as I tore into the shelves. I ripped apart pages upon pages. Everything I once loved, gone. I tore into scrolls and leather-bound masses.

Tears flooded down my face as I continued shouting.

Feyre.

Elain.

Me.

I couldn’t control the fury that leaked out of my hands, the buzzing magic stirring inside me. Papercuts from sharp pages, wood splinters stabbing into me as I damaged every shelf in my wake.

“What did the books ever do to you?” he playfully rasped from behind.

My body twirled to face him, bewildered and broken, I couldn’t speak.

Cassian stood in the damaged door frame, whistling as he took in the room. “A mighty shame, don’t you think?”

“You’re alive,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I caught my breath.

Scars scattered across his gigantic wings. Bruises and scratches layered throughout his body. But he was here, standing before me.  

A smirk lined his soft lips, “no, I’m a figment of your imagination.”

“I thought…” I breathed in through my nostrils. His scent rammed into me, cedar wood, perhaps? Something else…I, I couldn’t focus.

Cassian stepped forward, his hands up in surrender, “do you plan on destroying the rest of the library or will you let the innocent books go?” Slowly, he made it to where I stood—in the middle of chaos and destruction. His worn boots crunching the wreckage beneath them.  

“Why are you here?” I snapped, my chilling voice leaving gooseflesh across his bronze skin. My brows drew together, I couldn’t look away.  

“I needed to…” he stopped speaking, nostrils flaring as he moved in closer to sniff me. Cassian’s dark hair fell into his face as his nose neared my tear stained cheek.

My breath hitched as his body nearly collided with mine. It was too much. He was a threat, a danger to…I kicked his shin, “back off, bastard.”

Cassian’s eyes widened, not even registering that I had just hit him, “no…” The black spots in his hazel eyes ignited, nearly encompassing all the copper flecks. He moved closer, enclosing the space between us. Cassian’s thunderous heartbeat throbbed against me, matching the pace of mine.

I shook my head, tears stinging my gray-blue eyes, “has this world not taken enough from me? Has fate not…” I couldn’t finish, my lips trembling so badly it prevented me from speaking.

“That’s not…Nesta,” he backed away from me, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry,” his voice broke, “I’m so…I, I’m sorry…” Cassian stepped backwards again—shaking his head before storming out of the room.

Sinking to my knees, to the scattered scraps of paper and binding on the floor. I dug my fingers into their remains, sobbing for the life I once had—crying for the life I would never return to.

Cassian:

I cursed under my breath, every movement sending a jarring thrash of pain through me. I was scared to close my eyes, no matter how heavy they became—I wouldn’t risk it. Too much time had already passed since I realized she was gone.  

“I told you,” Az mumbled, adjusting my bandaged arm over his armored shoulder, “you needed to rest.”

A low, painful chuckle rippled out of me, “Rhys said the same thing.” I winced again, “my wings might be fucked but my brain is working just fine, I assure you.” Another grunt escaped me, this time due to my own adjustments.

Rhys chimed in, “are you sure?” An attempt to be humorous but I could hear the lingering fear—failure—in his voice.

I growled in response, even when I wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault. None of this was. However, he didn’t need to hear what everyone else was repeating to him. Rhys needed familiarity—he needed a savage bastard, his Lord Commander of the Night Court Armies.

So, that’s what I’ll be.  

The shadows faded away, sinking back into the Shadowsingers scaled chest. Their grip tightened around my cloth-wrapped wrists, a silent signal of reassurance. We would find her, we would bring her home.

Wherever that was for her.

Wherever she wanted.    

The world had taken enough from her. Fate had ripped a hole through the heart that could tame beasts and set fire to men.

Nesta.

Not the Cauldron Thief, Emissary or King Slayer.

Just a woman caught in a world she never wanted to be a part of. A fucking avalanche of emotions. A blade wielded of ancient fire and ice.

Nesta, the woman who deserved more than what the cruel threads of fate have woven for her.

I would spend the rest of my life, cutting and rethreading a new life for her. Even if I wasn’t in it, even if I were one of the threads that needed to fall—to be forgotten. I would do it…no matter how much it tore me apart.      

In case you missed the previous parts…

ONE 

TWO 

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN 

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

Spring court Manor 💐🌹🌺🌻🌼🌸

You know what I want in ToG7?

An unlikely friendship between Chaol and Manon that scares the absolute living shit out of Dorian.

I was conflicted with who I relate to the most. Probably Cassian. Because I know my priorities and I sometimes find it difficult to make a choice in situations like this one. Yep, definitely Cassian.

One of the best scenes in ACOWAR, don’t deny it. This cracked me up real bad. SOMEBODY MAKE A FANART, A COMIC STRIP OF THIS OR SOMETHING

I know Azriel was surprised and all- but how many times has Mor done this to him that he just totally tunes it out?

@rhysand-vs-rowan well with rhys as their high lord and family….. im sure many times

you gUYS

honestly the most perfect url combination @fck-tamlin