#TO TERRASEN

[acourtofquestions]

Chaol gave the wild men of the Fangs a small chunk of territory in South Anielle. His father had raged, refusing to acknowledge the trade, but no one had heeded him, to Aelin's eternal amusement.

Two days later, a small unit of those men arrived at the city's westernmost edge, near the gaping hole where the dam had been, and beckoned the way. Each of the bearded men rode a shaggy mountain pony, and though their heavy furs hid much of their bulky bodies, their weapons were on sharp display: axes, swords, knives all gleamed in the gray light.

Cain's people or they had been. Aelin decided not to mention him during their brief introduction. And Chaol, wisely, refrained from admitting that he'd killed the man.

Another lifetime. Another world.

Seated atop a fine Munigi horse Hasar had lent her, Aelin rode at the front of the company, as it marched from Anielle, Chaol on Farasha to her left, Rowan on his own Munigi horse to her right.

Their companions were scattered behind, Lorcan healed enough to be riding, Elide beside him.

And behind them, snaking into the distance, the army of the khagan moved.

The khagan's armies had crossed every terrain, though. Mountains and deserts and seas.

They did not balk now.

[highladyofterrasen7]

On their wedding night:

Rowan: I take thee…

Aelin *whispering*: say it

Rowan: I take thee

Aelin: say it

Rowan: im not saying it

Aelin: yes you are

Rowan: *sigh* I take thee, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, heir of Brannon, heir of mala fire-bringer, heir of fire, witch-slayer, queen of flame and shadow, fire breathing bitch queen, adarlans assassin, kings champion, formally known as Celaena Sardothien, Lillian Gordaina, Elentiya and Dianna Brackyn, also aelin of the wildfire, aelin fire-bringer, the queen who was promised, the queen who walked between worlds, gods-killer and fireheart, to be my wife.

Aelin *wiping away a tear*: it’s beautiful

[shadowhandss60]

“Dorian lingered longer, graceful and steady, even as Rowan found himself struggling to speak past the tightness in his throat.”

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There’s not much art of Dorian/Rowan, so I had to get these scene from KoA. Look at them 😩🖤

Commission by @Badeyart

[rainingriversofyou]

Queen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

Throne Of Glass - Artist: luaartiste

[moonlitstoriess]

Across the Universe-ch.2 (Fenrys x Reader)

Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terassen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.

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A/n: Hey everyone! I am so happy that you guys liked the first chapter of this series which is why I have decided to continue it yayy!! Anywaysss, enjoy this second chapter <3

Y/n could not move, could not think or feel properly as her mind tried to come up with ways to escape whoever the male behind her is. The knife was placed in a way that, if she even dared to move her head an inch, it would slice right through her throat. She was wearing a simple white shirt with black pants and did not have any weapons, except a small knife hidden in her pants pocket, because in a perfect world, she was expecting to still be at home, preparing for bed, not fighting with Azriel and certainly not ending up wherever this place is.

As if he could hear her thoughts, the male slowly lowered the knife but still kept his hold on her as he turned y/n around. The second she turned around, y/n felt weak in the knees as she beheld the male in front of her.

Lucious, wavy and golden blond hair, beautiful sun kissed, golden brown skin and most importantly, those hypnotizing onyx eyes that look darker than a night devoid of stars. Whoever this male is, he was definetly a warrior or atleast a skilled fighter if his broad chest and shoulders that had multiple different kinds of weapons strapped to them were any indicator.

"You are coming with me."

This dragged y/n back into reality as she realized that she has been creepily staring at him. However, she did not have the time to feel embarassed as she noticed his slightly loose hold on her arms as an opening to her escape. With a quick move that the male did not see coming, y/n threw a punch to the strangers nose. This caused his hold on her to loosen completely and so, y/n gathered all her remaining strength and shot to the sky.

From above, she started searching for any clues as to where she might be. This site looks nothing like Velaris or even the Night Court. Open grassy fields, lakes, mountains...what is this place? not even the Spring court was this beautiful. Definetly not the other courts either. Maybe the mortal lands? But no, the male who threatened her was a fae. Definetly not Hybern either. Well, she has never been to Hybern, especially not after the war, but still, y/n did not imagine for that place to look this breathtaking.

Y/n's wings started slowing down as she realized how tired she was and that is when she spotted a small open area in the middle of a forest and decided to land there. The stranger is a good distance away so getting some rest and then exploring some more is the only good plan.

But before she could even sit down for a second, a giant white wolf leapt on her and pinned her to the ground, baring its teeth to her with a low growl. Y/n knew then and there that this was it, that she was about to be killed by this beast when suddenly, she got blinded by a bright light and the next thing she knew, the white beast was replaced by that stranger from before. He left her no time to ask questions or fight him back as his skillfull hands did a quick work of chaining her arms to his belt.

"You think that just because you have wings you can escape me? Get up." The stranger said, as he stood up from his position over her body.

Y/n bared her teeth at him before she replied, "Unchain me, I am not going anywhere with you."

The male, still looking down at her, only said, "Now."

"How did you find me? I thought my punch would have made you go home crying."

He gave her a cruel smirk as he said, "The next time you try to punch someone, try to aim properly."

"I was panicked! I did not care where I aimed as long as it got me far away from you!"

His face became cold and hardened again as he said, "Get up. This will be the last time I say it."

When y/n refused to oblige, she saw him turn around and start walking but before she could yell after him to unchain her, she was being dragged through the grassy ground by the chain. He was dragging her? He was dragging her!

"Hey! what are you doing?!"

He ignored her.

"Stop! your'e hurting me!"

He ignored her

"My wings! They will rip apart if you keep this up!"

He ignored her.

"You bastard! You are dragging me through the ground, stop!"

He kept on ignoring her.

With no options left, y/n sighed and shouted, "Fine! I will follow you, but please stop for a moment the back of my shirt is about to rip open! I will get up and follow you!"

At that, he stopped and turned around, still looking expectantly at her with cold, unflinching eyes that made her shiver.

To say y/n was furious, would be an understatement; however, looking at him made her realize something. She would rather die than admit it but y/n found it very impressive (and attractive) how he could walk so casually while dragging her weight with the chain linked to his body. Not wanting to gather all the dirt on the ground, y/n got up to her feet and started hesitantly following him.

As they kept walking, y/n decided to get some information out of her captor that could potentially be helpful when she escapes. So, changing her expression to the most indifferent and nonchalant one like she was trained to do, y/n asked the male, "What is this place?"

The male did not look back as he replied, "Don't act so foolishly by asking me such a meaningless question."

"I am not being foolish, I have no clue as to where am I and what this place is."

When she saw how the stranger scoffed but said nothing, y/n knew that she had to use a different strategy and so, she stayed silent because she knew she could not trust this male to tell him anything about where she comes from and it seemed he wouldn't tell her anything either. So her next best plan would be to wait and see where he takes her. But as if curiosity got the best of her, y/n asked, "What is your name?"

"That does not concern you."

"So I am to call you stranger then? As you wish stranger."

He sighed but then said, "Fenrys, call me Fenrys."

Fenrys. Such a unique name and yet, something about it felt so comforting that as y/n tested out his name on her tounge silently, she could not help but feel as if the name had something that made it feel special to her. And maybe it was that momentary comfort that made her slip up and reveal her name to him.

"My name is Y/n"

Fenrys did not turn around but she saw just a slight nod of his head in acknowledgment and that was enough.

When they reached the clearing of the forest, Fenrys turned around and told her, "Come closer to me."

"Why, I don-"

"Do not waste my time. You are a captive here so do as I say and come closer to me."

Y/n hesitantly came closer as Fenrys held out his hand. When she gave him a questioning look, he sighed and said, "Trust me, I won't kill you, atleast not until my queen commands me to."

Y/n took his hand, gave him a puzzling look and asked, "Your queen? Is she one of the mortal queens? There is no fae queen in Pryth-"

She did not get to finish her sentence as suddenly y/n felt this strong yet comforting power course around them. That is when she realized that Fenrys was winnowing them.

One second y/n was clinging to his arms as he winnowed them, and the next she was standing in the center of what looked like a large palace room. White, gold and hints of silver with green were everywhere, from the tall pillars to the designs on the ceiling. Everywhere she looked was a masterpiece, even the small but comfortable lounge chairs had green intricate designs on them. The large windows brought in the sunlight that made the room look very heavenly and peaceful. There was also a medium sized flag that carried the image of a white stag with a crown on its head hanging from the large window in the back. Y/n guessed it to be their house crest.

But, the fae in the room were what brought y/n back from her daydream. There were four of them. Sitting on one of the lounge chairs, was a a stunning female with pale skin, long voluminous brown hair that cascaded down her back and eyes of the most beautiful shade of green ever. Standing next to her, was a very tall, tan and muscled male with long blond hair and blue eyes. Then, right infront of y/n, in the center of the room, was a handsome, tan male with silver hair that was cut short to his scalp, emerald green eyes and broad shoulder's that made him look dominating. But what caught her attention the most, was the tattoo that started from his left temple and continued all the way through his throat where it disappeared under his clothes. Finally, next to him was a beautiful female with long blond locks and eyes that seem to be the brightest shade of blue. In fact, it seems like this female and the other male are twins or atleast related because they are the spitting image of one another.

The brown haired female spoke first, "Took you long enough."

Fenrys sighed and replied with, "She was not easy to catch."

The blond female gave a cool assesing stare at y/n and especially at her wings before asking, "What part of Erilea are you from?"

"What? I know of no such place."

"Do you consider us to be fools?"

This question came from the blonde haired male who was now stalking closer to her.

"Do I look like one? I do not know who you are, let alone where I am!"

Y/n suddenly felt as if all the air was drained out of her body which caused her to fall on her knees. She was suffocating, she could not think or say anything but choke and gasp for air. Just when she felt like dying, the air returned back to her body. Y/n, still in shock, did not care about her image as she kept kneeling on the ground and greedily inhaling air while still coughing.

That is when she felt a pair of arms hold her by her waist as she tried to get up again. The comforting scent of vanilla and sandalwood hit her nose and as she turned her head sideways...Fenrys was the one holding her and even though he was't looking at her, she could feel from his tight grip on her waist how unnerved he was.

"Let this be a warning for you if you lie again." That cold voice brought her back to reality as Fenrys let go of y/n, still staying behind her, and she turned around to see the silver haired male now standing before the blond female, protecting her.

The female pushed past him and came closer to y/n and asked her, although slightly less aggressively than before, "Who sent you here? Who do you work for?"

At that moment, y/n felt all sorts of emotions. Disbelief, confusion, frustration but most importantly, anger. Who do they think they are? Judging her like she came here on purpose. Trying to kill her with their...impressive powers. Since when does Prythian have fae who can take the air of of your body?

With a frustrated sigh, she says, "I do not know what this place is OR who you are. I know of no place named Eri-what was it? I come from the Night Court in Prythian so either you are the ones acting like fools or you simply have lost your minds because to think that I would come here of my own will? I mean, have you seen what I am wearing? This certainly does not look like something I would wear if I were to be sent off on a mission."

"You have wings. No one in Erilea has ever had wings before. At least not anyone we know."

Y/n was slightly startled when she heard the voice from behind her, sounding too close for her comfort. The green eyed female was no longer on her lounge chair but right behind y/n, as if preparing to attack her should y/n attempt something.

A gasp made y/n turn her head back around to see what was going on. The blond female was looking at her with wide eyes and then at the silver haired male beside her. They stared like that at one another, which made y/n believe that they were conversing mentally. The males eyes widened for a split second before he turned his head at her and asked, "Where did you say you were from?"

"Night Court in Prythian. Why?"

The blond female looked at her look alike, then at the green eyed female and lastly, at Fenrys who was behind y/n as well. Then, with a slightly shaky voice, she asked no one in particular, "The Wyrdgates. Could it be? Is it possible?"

The other blond one says, "No, you closed it. It can't be."

At that, the room grew silent as some sort of an unnerving tension fell over everyone. Confused and annoyed, y/n asked, "What is that? Where am I? I don't understand. Explain. Now."

The brown hair female came around to face y/n as she said, "We don't know what Prythian is. There is no place named the Night Court in here."

Seeing y/n's shocked yet confused face, it was Fenrys who spoke up, "Do you remember how you ended up here?"

Y/n started recounting what happened more to herself than to anyone else, "I had an argument with Azriel, then the voice led me to the House of Wind and then...the book of Breathings. Oh Mother above." Realization dawned upon her as she realized that she had just ended up in a completely different world.

"Well, we will pretend like we understood what you just said." The blond male said which earned him a glare from his look a like.

The blue eyed female sighed as she looked at everyone and then said to y/n, "We...we need to have a talk. There is a lot that you need to be told and a lot that you need to tell us."

"I-I am not telling you anything. You can torture me all you like but you won't get any information out of me."

"You need to. We need to know if what we believe is happening is true." The silver haired male speaks as he slowly motions for everyone else to spread around and sort of cage her in the room.

But y/n wasn't hearing anyone as her mind went completely silent and all she heard were murmurs as she felt like she was underwater. She started pacing around as her eyes were wide with disbelief, "T-th-that stupid book....Oh Cauldron boil me...I-I...home..need to g-"

"Keep your eyes on her." Silver hair says.

Y/n did not see how around her, everyone was just as shocked by her. How they were watching her every move, ready to attack her if she dares to try something. She did not care because she felt like she was hyperventilating, loosing her mind.

"Aedion call a heale-"

The only thing she saw was Fenrys's concerned face reaching out to hold her as she descended into darkness.

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[freyjas-musings]

The multiverse we are all waiting for .... I am so excited for HOFAS and all it has to offer ( Secretly - I am hoping for an avengers assemble moment and I will ugly cry ) ...

This spectacularly beautiful fanart by @Ssahhartt just blew my mind away and I had to request her to share it here on Tumblr 🤗🤗🤗

So to all you SJM multiverse fans here it is the three worlds stacked up

Repost Not Allowed without Artists permission

Characters and Worlds belong to Sarah J Maas

[popnovelspn]

Friendly reminder:

Erilea is on the brink of world war. Manon is trying to find a way to unite the witches..

Dorian: how do women do tiddies?

[tsunami-of-tears]

To whatever end.

This makes me feel so emotional. Terrasen will forever be in my heart.

✧ Please do not repost or use with AI ✧

[goddessofwisdom18]

THE QUEEN | THE LOCK | THE KING

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Taylor Swift and Post Malone's hug in the Fortnight MV gave me strong "former lovers that are now forever tied together platonically" vibes so I had to make a Doraelin piece based off of it <3 They will always be equals, foils, allies, and friends and I just love that.

[leiawritesstories]

still sleepless in terrasen

hi i wrote this during my recovery teeheehee part 2 to "sleepless in terrasen" @throneofglassmicrofics prompts "charge" and "daybreak" 👀👀

word count: 1,390 (WHOOPS)

warnings: swearing, spice, and smut. NSFW.

ain't nobody doing any sleeping here 👀🤭 enjoy!! also happy belated birthday @mariaofdoranelle!!!! ily maria <3

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Aelin's breath hitched at the sight of a completely nude Rowan, her legs weakening at the intensity lighting his emerald eyes.

"Thought I told you to come here, Ae." The raspy thrum of his voice sent her into motion, and she slowly raised her arms and peeled his soft cotton t-shirt off of her body, tossing it carelessly to the ground.

"Like what you see, hmm?" A lazy smirk unfurled across her lips as she strolled towards him, gleefully noting the way his already-huge erection stiffened at her approach.

He swallowed thickly. "Fuck yes," he groaned, taking one long stride forwards so he could grasp her by the waist and pull her soft, warm skin flush against his. Her pulse thundered just as much as his did, electrified by the promise hanging hot and heavy in the darkness of the hotel room.

She looked up at him, mischief blended with desire swirling in the pools of her eyes. "Then do something about it, Ro."

With a low, hungry moan, he tipped his head down and kissed her hard, coaxing her lips to open for him. She wrapper her arms around his neck, sinking one hand into the soft short strands of his pale hair, and tugged just a little bit, delighted to hear the moan that tore from his throat at the pressure.

"Naughty boy," she teased in a hoarse whisper. "I should've known you'd like a little pain with your pleasure, hmm?"

Quicker than she could react, he tossed her onto the bed, splaying her out beneath him. "Same goes for you, love." To prove his point, he leant down and scratched his teeth gently across her nipples, and she moaned, loud and unabashed. "Good girl," he growled. "Keep making those sounds for me, love."

"Keep...keep going, and I ohhh gods, Rowan!" Aelin's attempt at snark was rapidly drowned out by the utterly divine sensation of Rowan's lips, tongue, and teeth on her breasts, nipping and sucking as he worked his way down her stomach until he was poised between her thighs, eyes glittering darkly up at her.

"Look at your pretty little cunt all wet for me," he murmured, his tongue darting out to swipe the crease of her thigh. "Did you touch your pretty pussy when I left you, love?"

"Yes," Aelin breathed, nodding rapidly. "Fucked myself with my favorite little toy." Smirking, Rowan dipped his head down and flicked his tongue around her throbbing clit, making her groan. "And I--ah, fuck!" Her hips writhed under the sudden onslaught of his tongue into her pussy. "Th-thought about you."

"That's my good girl," he rumbled, and he speared his tongue into her as he pinched her clit between his forefinger and thumb and twisted lightly. "Doing this?"

"I...yes, gods yes!" Aelin's moans and whimpers turned to cries as Rowan sped up his pace, feasting on her. When he lifted his burning gaze to her, locking his eyes onto hers, she screamed his name and came all over his face, her orgasm tearing through her like lightning. Rowan worked her through the high, his tongue lapping gently against her skin as she settled.

"Fucking hell," Aelin whispered as she calmed down. "So fucking good, Ro." She ran one hand down his chest, fingertips tracing his tattoos, until she reached the thick hardness of his cock and wrapped her hand around it. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes," Rowan groaned, his head tipping back as she stroked him with a firm grip, twisting and squeezing her wrist. She flipped them over so he was on his back and grinned wickedly up at him as she lowered her mouth to his dick, giving his crown a tiny, teasing kiss.

"Is this okay?"

"Fireheart," he moaned. "Fuuuuck, please!"

"Such pretty manners." She kissed the tip of his dick again, and just as he reached down to wrap her hair around his fist, she opened her lips and practically swallowed his whole cock, nearly choking on its sheer size. "Mmm," she hummed, stroking her tongue along the ridges and veins. She wrapped her hand around the base and worked what she couldn't fit into her mouth as he cupped the back of her head and guided her up and down. When she hollowed her cheeks, sucking sharply, he groaned and pulled her off of his cock.

"Keep that up and I'll barely make it two seconds," he said breathlessly. His hands migrated to her waist, brazenly stroking and touching her curves. "Ready, love?"

Aelin rose onto her knees and nodded. "Fuck yes, love. I have an IUD," she added before he could reach for a condom. He nodded shakily, and she sank down onto his cock, moaning at the way it stretched her.

"Good girl," he murmured, "taking me so well."

She gasped, her head tipping back. "So...big," she breathed. "So good, Ro." She rocked her hips, and he matched her pace, guiding her as she rode him faster and faster. Her words jumbled together into garbled moans of his name, and he sat up, pulling her against his chest and working his cock deeper, hitting a spot that had her moaning loud enough to inform probably the whole floor exactly what they were doing.

"So...so close," she panted, lips pressed against his throat. "You gonna finish me, love? Make me squirt all over your massive dick?"

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned. "You fuckin' my ego too, love?"

"Only if he needs it." She smirked, her mirth quickly turning to a groan as he reached between her legs to stroke her clit. "Gods, Ro, yes!"

"That's a good girl," he rumbled, kissing her deeply. "Come for me, love," he ordered, and she did just that, exploding all over his dick. Her nails scratched down his back, leaving fine little red lines through the tanned skin. She swore she saw electricity crackle in the air between them as she came, squeezing him so tightly that he yelled her name and came inside of her, dropping his sweaty head into the crook of her shoulder.

She ran her hands up and down his back, gently this time, as he rocked her hips in small, shallow circles, working her through every last drop of her orgasm. He traced his fingers up her sides and back down, whispered quiet little praises as he carefully pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed.

"Mmmph, lemme up," she mumbled. "Gotta pee." Reluctantly, he moved and let her roll out of bed, grasping the nightstand for balance as she told her legs to stop shaking. She ducked into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later to snatch a towel off the shelf. "Shower, love?"

He was in the bathroom in less than ten seconds. She chuckled as she turned on the shower and stepped in, luxuriating in the shower of warmth cascading over her skin. Rowan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and she curved her ass backwards, meeting his dick that was already getting hard again.

"Someone's excited to see me," Aelin teased, turning around in his arms so she could see his face.

He snorted softly. "Of course he's excited. He might love you even more than I do."

Her jaw dropped in shock. "I...what? Isn't it a little early to be saying that?"

"Nope." He cupped her jaw, tucked it back into place, and kissed her, soft and slow. "I love you, Fireheart."

"Gods, Rowan, I love you too." She kissed him back, deeper, and hooked one leg around his waist as he slid into her. He fucked her slow and deep against the shower wall, the warm spray misting around them, and cleaned her up when they were done, dotting tiny kisses on her skin as he went.

She tried to pick up the shirt she'd long since discarded as she went back towards the bed, but he teasingly knocked it out of her grasp and hoisted her into his arms. "Mm-mm, love, not tonight." He kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Stay."

"Of course." She curled into his side as he settled her into bed, looping one arm protectively over her waist. Neither of them cared that the faint gray of daybreak was starting to filter through the windows as they fell into sleep, sated and comfortable in each other's arms.

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[ennawrite]

Aelin would not like Rhysand. Stop saying they would be friends. Aelin would take one look at Velaris & then at the Illyrian camps and burn Rhys to a crisp & serve the Court of Nightmares roasted wings for dinner.

[acourtofquestions]

Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"

[evalescoart]

Fire Breathing Bitch Queen

[rainingriversofyou]

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius - TOG - Artist: eclipvze_art

[lady-of-heartache]

Once upon a time, in a land long since burnt to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom...

[highladyofterrasen7]

“Aelin Galythinius is dead”

Aelin Galaythinius: