#i often reference this one as the game of thrones fanfic that murdered any and all expectations

[snakeoilpictures]

i read a fanfic like this once...

more info in tags

i wonder if actors ever get their scripts and are like

well this is fucking stupid

[joestarbuckss]

Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

I don’t mind this question at all :)

Long answer under the cut!

Books:

The Hunger Games Series

The ACOTAR Series

For the Wolf + For the Throne

This is How You Lose the Time War

1984

The Fault In Our Stars

I read fanfic on AO3 about every day, it’s not often I read physical books

Looking at this list, the underlying theme for most of them is romance. I have a preference for fanfics because I can pick characters I already like and choose what I want to read. They have tags for anything and I can pick how long of a fic I wanna read. It’s just convenient and I can do it on my phone so I have reading content anywhere I go!

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Manga:

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun (this is the only manga set I fully own)

Danganronpa (not just the manga but the game and show too, I love it!!)

Steel Ball Run

Jojolion

Bungo Stray Dogs

Vanitas No Carte

Blue Period

idk if this counts but I read bl manhwa (ex Pearl Boy, Painter of the Night)

I haven’t read a whole lot of manga. Most of what I’ve read has been online. I have a few manga from BSD Beast, Danganronpa, CSM, etc. The only manga I have loved with an absolute passion is TBHK. I am in love with the story and art style so I had set out to collect all the books! I recently just got the last one I needed for my set :)

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Anime:

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Haikyuu

Bungo Stray Dogs

Chainsaw Man

Demon Slayer

Mob Psycho 100

Banana Fish

Cowboy Bebop

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Short Romance Animes give me LIFE (ex TONIKAWA, Horimiya, OHSHC, My Happy Marriage)

I have seen a lot of anime so it was very hard for me to not make this list longer. My all time favorite is JJBA. Honestly it has changed my life. It was the first anime I really got into and now everything is a jojo reference. Haikyuu, MP100, Saiki K and Cowboy Bebop are just easy shows to watch. They have good arcs and fun characters but don’t make we want to d!e (I’m looking at you JJK and CSM). Banana Fish is incredibly sad but I simply reject canon events and make my own truth. Actually I do this for just about every show with major character deaths lmao. All of my faves live, says me.

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Movies:

The Twilight Saga

Anything featuring Steve Carell (esp Get Smart)

Howl’s Moving Castle

The Hunger Games series

The Star Wars Saga

Harry Potter (4th and 7th are my faves)

The Labyrinth

If you take nothing else away from this list, PLEASE watch The Labyrinth! Teenage me had absolute brain rot of David Bowie and his grey leggings (who approved that costume lmao). It is just so fantastical. I wanted to be the goblin queen SO BAD. Anyways, read The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and then go see the movie next month!!!

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TV Shows:

Criminal Minds

The Office

Pretty Little Liars

New Girl

Only Murders In The Building

Outer Banks

Any True Crime Shows

As far as shows go, I either love mindless comedy or crime shows. OMITB is a delightful mix of both.

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I hope this answers your question!! Feel free to message me with any questions, suggestions or even just to chat :)

[heras-princess]

There are stories that haven't been told or were overshadowed by others and eventually forgotten over time. The story of how Uga Benzaiten became the Queen of Curses is a forgotten one, unfortunately.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: this fanfic has my original characters; this is also on my wattpad and archive of our own accounts

WARNINGS: original characters, romance, lgbtq+, sukuna being sukuna, references regarding japanese mythology/lore, executions, propaganda, manipulation, murder, corrupt positions of power, brainwashing, family drama, and many more.

Words: 1,183

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄)

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

“Your Majesty, I apologize to inconvenience you at this time, but the Imperial Princess Uga is nowhere to be seen.”

The throne room quickly fell silent.

Not a single person spoke for what seemed like hours but was only a minute in reality.

“...I’m sorry, but I fear that I might’ve misheard you on what you have just told me,” Despite displaying a polite smile, Emperor Nintoku’s voice was filled with nothing but venomous malice. Did he hear that right? No, of course not. Perhaps he misheard the chambermaid’s news. Either

The lowly servant further explained the situation to her superior, “Her Imperial Highness requested some time alone in her chambers after her recent training sessions. When I was entered in order for her to receive dinner, I’ve noticed that her Highness was nowhere in her room and her window was open. I have reason to believe that she has ran away when she was alone.”

After telling her side, the chambermaid awaited and feared on what her emperor planned on saying or doing next. He stayed silent for a moment, and his facial expression - she hadn’t dared to look up to see his face out of respect and fear.

Smack!

The maid whimpered in pain as she fell on the floor, tears threatening to soak on the room’s floor. Her right cheek has a reddening mark from Nintoku himself.

“What a joke of a chambermaid. You avert your eyes from the high priestess and she manages to leave under your nose,” he began to tear into the maid, not caring if she’s starts crying. Uga leaving was the maid’s fault. And here she was, paying the price for her carelessness.

Today certainly has had its ups and downs.

First his men found a kappa hiding itself in an alley and brought it to him. The emperor began to ask them questions about Ryomen Sukuna, in the hopes if locating him. Unfortunately, the kappa said nothing. EIther it didn’t know anything or refused to say anything is left to only his imagination. Either way, he’ll continue to interrogate the yokai until he gets something out of it or it dies. He would be fine with either outcome.

Just then, one of the warriors burst into the throne room, interrupting the emperor’s thought process.

The warrior deeply bowed, “Apologizes for barging in, Your Majesty. But the kappa you’ve taken captive has escaped from it cage!”

Huh. Looks like he was wrong.

Today has been more of a bad day than most.

Nintoku then began to chuckle. His chuckle turned into a laugh, and his laugh became a hearty guffaw. “Well, I’ll be damned. I believe I am able to piece together what has occurred in these late hours. It appears that my dear Uga freed the kappa and took off. Right underneath not only your noses but mine as well.” He tried to catch his breath after finishing his little fit. This whole thing was amusing, to say the least.

That girl surely is something.

Why couldn’t she stay quiet and in line like the rest of her siblings? Maybe if she had, then her father wouldn’t pay so much attention to her. He always knew that Uga wasn’t as afraid of him as her siblings were, never trembling in fear whenever he would merely glance at her.

And her jujutsu training was a thing to behold. His daring daughter was a quick learner, that one.

He turned around and waved off the troop, “Send out your best searchers and find the Imperial Princess. And should you find the kappa along with her, bring it as well. Oh, and do not be afraid to use some cursed energy if she’s spotted.”

Alright, Uga.

You’ve made the first move in this hunting game you decided you want to pay.

Now it is my turn.

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Uga hasn’t stopped running through the forest even though her feet were ready to give out soon. She knew better than to stop at this point. She had the kappa that she freed from her father in her arms. Her plan was to drop off the kappa at a nearby river and continue hiding from the imperial searchers. The chambermaids must’ve learned about her disappearance and have told her father, who probably send out searchers to find her and the kappa.

That was when Uga finally found a river a few feet away. Once the kappa started to sniff a familiar fishy scent from the body of water, it wiggled out of the imperial princess’s grip and dove into the river without any form of hesitation.

Uga took out a few whole cucumbers that she stole from the kitchen when the cooks weren’t looking and showed it to the water spirit. “Here. I know well enough that you haven’t really eaten anything since you were brought to my father.”

The kappa looked between its’ offering and the young high priestess, most likely scared thanks to its recent past experience with a jujutsu sorcerer. Eventually, it quickly snatched a cucumber from her hand and took a couple of bites of it while staring at Uga.

She took off her shoes so she could soak her sore feet, sighed in relief once the feet hit the water. “I really needed this soak.” The princess made eye contact with the river yokai, who was slowly eating the rest of the cucumbers right beside her. “I’m guessing you don’t trust me still. Fair enough. I wouldn’t trust the next jujutsu sorcerer after what you went through.”

When she was younger, Nintoku would often tell her and her siblings stories that painted mythical creatures horribly and told them to run as jujutsu sorcerers who encountered a mythical creature and stay were those with a death wise. He wasn’t really wrong, but she still thought differently. She wanted to understand the mythical, not really hurt them like her other siblings wanted to once they were strong enough jujutsu sorcerers.

Oh, how she wished that some of her other siblings believed what Uga did. Maybe they could’ve run away together and learn about the mythological mysteries.

“If I continue on feet, then those searches would surely catch up to me,” she said to herself. That was when she came up with the perfect idea. Her father was in charge of her cursed energy training and he was worse than the official trainer. He wanted them to have the strength of a Special Grade. Unforuently, at least half of her siblings could barely handle a Grade 3 spirit, with Uga being the lucky few with immense cursed energy.

The searchers, on the other hand, couldn’t handle a Grade 2 curse.

“It appears that Father did manage to teach me something during my training period,” she then made an arrow from the river water and looked at the kappa one last time before getting up. “What to do when a challenge presents itself.”

She ran away from the river and went in the direction that she just came from, leaving the kappa confused. It took the remaining cucumbers and swam away from the shore.

[secret-engima]

It's gonna be interesting to see Lucis's reaction to the existence of the second Prince.

OH IS IT EVER.

-Meltdown just about covers it, but not quite. Like- not only is this a second prince, but he’s OLDER than Noctis by a good seven years. Ignoring the media for just a sec (though OH BOY THE MEDIA) the MOOGLENET (or whatever the FFXV version of the internet is) is gonna have a collective heart attack. Some people are gonna be joining on the media boat of questioning Regis for having a son out of wedlock (and if he still has Nox’s mother in hiding somewhere as a mistress) but others are going to be harping on Nox himself. Like- the theories get WILD. How did Regis’s agents not find him until he was 15+? How strong is his magic? Why does he wear long sleeves in every (rare) photo or video and why are his photos and videos so rare? Where was his mother from? Was she even Lucian?

-Top theories on those are that either his mother/mother’s family HID him from Regis’s agents or he was living in another country until recently (considering the only other “countries” right now are all under Niflheim’s thumb, this immediately spawns the theories that he’s a double agent for the Empire or he was tortured by them and escaped, which would explain the long sleeves). Other theories for the long sleeves is he’s hiding tattoos that would shame the royal family (he already has long hair and strange taste in earrings after all). Maybe Regis is hiding him from the public eye because he’s ashamed of his illegitimate child, or maybe there’s something wrong with him (people who go with the “tortured and escaped the Empire theory assume he has mental issues on top of scars). A really popular theory for his mother was that she was from Niflheim, possibly a Nif agent there to get the royal bloodline in Nif hands, until someone dug up a picture of him hanging out with the glaives and someone else (probably a Galahdian tbh) did a breakdown on how the single braid visible in all of Nox’s photos is a Galahdian braid, which immediately makes the theory that his mom was Galadhian way more popular (there’s also a niche theory that he’s the kid of Queen Sylva and Regis and that Slyva had been hiding him in Tenebrae until recently, but few people subscribe to that one).

-And let’s not forget the DRAMA the mooglenet is waiting breathlessly for the moment his existence is known. I mean- think about it. Much older illegitimate prince with possible scars, mental issues or enemy agent mom suddenly gets found and taken into the Citadel and named the second prince? A lessor inheritor even though he’s older than the Crown Prince by seven-ish years? If this was a drama show, then Regis would end up assassinated by the long-lost son he foolishly took in and Noctis would either die or disappear mysteriously and Nox would suddenly be the only LC left to take up the throne (and possibly turn it over to the Empire if you’re one of the theorists on the “was born and raised in Niflheim and is their double agent” boat). Like- you KNOW that is how the plot would go, and so does all of the mooglenet, who await the descent of their kingdom into Game of Thrones intrigue and murder with baited breath and much frantic typing.

-But those are mostly Insomnian mooglenet users. No, the ones who live out in the wilder areas, the small towns and the outposts where Hunters often come through have a different kind of meltdown that mostly comprises of “hgdgfd that guy who saved me from monsters/daemons/nifs was WHO????” or “That’s my regular non-regular. He and his weirdo Uncle stop by my ramen stand whenever they’re in and bicker over the best toppings. ACTUAL ROYALTY likes my ramen WHAT IN THE WORLD-” or, arguably the funniest one, “HGFGFHGFD THE DRIFTER I REGULARLY HIRE TO DO RANDOM CHORES IS THE PRINCE. OF. LUCIS?? THE KIDDO WHO DRESSES LIKE A HOBO AND TAGS ALONG WITH AN EVEN MORE HOBO UNCLE IS ROYALTY???? I SENT ROYALTY TO COLLECT MY BEAN CROPS??????”

-Basically while all of Insomnia is wary and confused by Nox’s existence, the rest of Lucis is collectively losing their minds because, you know, Nox has helped out his people where he can, which means he has ABSOLUTELY done all those random side-quests where you harvest somebody’s crop or look for a lost shipment or go out and fight HORRIBLE MONSTERS so bring back some of their parts that you need for your dinky little weapon’s shop. Like- everybody thought they were the only ones who got helped out by this random drifter kid, but then THIS happens and the mooglenet explodes with stories from ALL OVER FLIPPING LUCIS of this kid dropping everything to like- help a researching find certain colored frogs or something in exchange for trinkets and petty gil and shop discounts and the occasional potion.

-While Insomnia is busy prepping their Game of Thrones style fanfic and the tabloids are speculating on the mental (in)stability and bloodline of the “brooding illegitimate prince, no doubt embittered over his early life and eyeing the little brother keeping him from the throne”, the rest of Lucis are basically melting into puddles of shock, confusion, and adoration for the royalty that would drop everything to help out random citizens. Care packages start showing up from all corners of Lucis to thank their prince, and after they’re cleared by security, Nox opens them all. And writes thank you cards. Personalized thank you cards that often reference some individual event or factoid of the person/people it comes from (thing’s like, “I hope your ankle is doing better”, or “tell your wife thank you for the knitted socks, they’re very warm and she didn’t have to make them for me, I know wool is expensive in your area”, or “sorry I won’t be around to deliver your next batch of spiracorn tails, my father doesn’t want me going on Hunts right now for whatever reason”) and this proof that he REMEMBERS and STILL CARES just makes them love him more.

-Also there’s this music-based drabble thing I’m working on that happens JUST as the mooglenet/media is starting to calm down and THAT sets everything off again with even more screaming and confusion and Insomnians going “I’M SORRY WHAT????” while the rural Lucians just go “ahh. Ah yes that explains it. That’s our little Drifter.”

-Regis is torn between being Responsible About Security and wanting the Hilarity Factor of letting Nox have a social media account. Like- his son hates public appearances of any kind and he respects that (barring the few mandatory noble balls), but Regis can just imagine the utter chaos Nox would unleash if anyone ever let him have a Twitter account and it’s .... tempting. The nobles haven’t been this off balance in years and for all some (a lot) of the tabloids and media commentators are annoying in their harping and gossip, the collective brain-melt Nox keeps triggering in the collective public/nobles/Council/media is HYSTERICAL.

-Nyx, snickering, announces one day that Nox has fanfiction about him. Like- A LOT of it. He is reigns over a thriving chunk of the Real Person fandom, almost all of which is massively OOC and either filled with political intrigue and assassinations (and sordid badly written romance) or just straight up AUs (vampire/werewolf/supernatural Nox is a stunningly popular AU as is the Usuper Dystopia AU). Nox is morbidly curious but refuses to actually read any of it for fear of losing his mind (she doesn’t tell him about the very fierce Shipping Wars that have broken out, or the fact that most of those Shipping Wars are over various popular celebrities Nox has never met, Noble Daughters he’s met and despised, and Aranea Highwind, who is on the list solely because she’s a famous female Nif officer and the Nif!Nox theory is very popular).

-There would be a segment of that fandom dedicated to works from the common folk who’ve actually met him, but for that part of the population it’s more popular to share various stories about how they met the then-unknown prince for real and how he either helped them or was adorably awkward over something (there is a magazine anthology of those stories, released monthly and very popular out in Lucis proper, Cindy has a subscription that Cid refuses to admit he reads).

-The fandom/theorists even stretch into Altissia and Niflheim. If ANYONE asked, Loqi would refuse to admit, on pain of DEATH, that he is the author of That One Fic everyone knows about/favs/follows/fanarts that features a Nox/Aranea ship, the now ex-Chancellor as Nox’s maternal uncle, and a SCARY in-depth knowledge/breakdown of both Niflheim and Lucian politics (in the context of Nox and Aranea navigating them, surprisingly this is the one Super Popular Nox-Nea fic that DOES NOT feature a Double Agent!Nox).

-The only reason Ardyn does not contribute to the rumors/fanfics/theories is because he doesn’t Understand How the Mooglenet Works™. He has, however, gleefully listened to some of the glaives read Loqi’s That One Super Popular Nif-Written Fic and smirked to himself over how it is so OBVIOUS who the author is, and pleased that Loqi the author is actually tasteful in his courtship subplot and shipping habits.

[theladyofdeath]

The Ghost of Terrasen {Ch 1}

Author’s Note: My newest fanfic, including all characters from Sarah J Maas’ Throne of Glass series, but will revolve mainly around Lysandra and Aedion. I am excited for this one, and have big plans I think you all will enjoy! Let me know what you think.

Warning: Will include dramatic elements, such as sex, death, blood, alcohol, references to mental illnesses, etc. Keep in mind this is a murder mystery, and is suited for mature readers.

Click here to read the intro/teaser.

“Lysandra.” 

The sound of my name was a breath of fresh air. It sounded like a secret, like a provocative sensation that was demanding to be felt when it came from his lips.

“Well, Lysandra, may I take you out this Friday night?”

I didn’t answer at first. He was two years older than me. I was a sophomore, and a friend of his cousin on top of that. It didn’t sound like a good idea. Aelin. I needed to ask Aelin.

“Your silence is killing my confidence,” he laughed, his eyes sparkling. 

He was handsome. He was kind. He seemed genuine. What did I have to lose?

“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll be ready at seven.”

Walking was easier than it used to be.

As a member of the walking dead, I didn’t feel breathless, even though I had already strutted eight blocks down Monroe Avenue. My muscles were not growing weary, and perspiration did not present itself. I simply walked with an eerie stillness, even though my feet hit the concrete, one foot in front of the other in steady determination.

The police station sat on the corner across from a convenient store that was attached to a local café – a café in which I had gone in a thousand times to grab a chicken club with a side of Emrys’ homemade baked potato soup to go. It was Aedion’s favorite combination from Mistward, the hole in the wall, and I loved nothing more than to bring it to him at work when he was least expecting it.

I wished I could bring it to him then.

Instead, not bothering to open the glass door that read East Terrasen Police Department, I entered the station and instantly began my search. Officers walked around diligently, tending to their work as they did so.

I didn’t see him in the front room, so I hurried my way through the maze of desks and hallways until I reached the corner where his small, plain desk sat. Expecting to find him sitting there, disappointment flooded me when I found that he wasn’t.

The only belonging that marked the desk as his was the picture of us from my junior prom last year, sitting together on the hilltop outside of school after one too many secret shots of tequila. Aelin took the picture, getting the whole city lit up behind us.

Probably not the best photo to have displayed as a police officer, which was probably why he had it sitting in plain sight for everyone to see. 

A sudden ache filled my chest, just as I heard his voice.

The blinds to the meeting room were open, and although it had only been a week, Aedion did not look like the Aedion I had loved. Heavy black circles had grown beneath his eyes, the turquoise and gold that were usually lit with excitement and rebellion had dulled.

“You don’t understand!” he yelled at Gavriel, his father, his boss. The Chief.

I hadn’t realized I was gravitating toward him until I lifted my hand, and it went right through his arm. He didn’t even flinch.

“I do understand, Aedion, and I’m trying my best. We all are.” Gavriel did not look much older than Aedion, especially not in his son’s current condition. The thirty-six-year-old looked even younger than he was, having Aedion when he was only sixteen. Aedion looked just like his father, except for the eyes. It was the one thing he got from his mom, and the only thing he had to remember her by. He continued in his calm, steady voice, “You were not the only one who cared for her in this town.”

“Don’t talk about her like she’s –“ he stopped, and shook his head. “She’s alive. I can feel it.”

Gavriel bit his lip. “Aedion –“

“I can feel it,” he snapped.

My fingers grazed his stubbled cheek, sorrow consuming my entire being. His eyes began to water as he looked away from his father, and if I knew Aedion, which I did, I knew he hated the look of pity he was being given. I couldn’t blame Gavriel, though. Even Aedion’s uniform was wrinkled.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, and for a moment, I thought he had heard me. His eyes found mine, but they didn’t focus. He couldn’t see me. I wasn’t real. I wasn’t there. I was a ghost.

“Please,” Aedion began, pleadingly. “Please let me just gather a search party-“

“We already have search parties –“

“None in the western woods!”

The two stared at each other, looking more like brothers than father and son. I stood in between them, glancing back and forth between the pair.

“There are beasts in the western woods that could tear through every member of this force,” Gavriel replied, calmly. “People that go for a stroll through the western woods do not often return.”

“Exactly. That’s even more of a reason to –“

“No,” Gavriel cut him off. “Don’t ask me again.”

And with that, he was gone. I watched him leave. My eyes traveled after him as he slammed the door, rattling the glass, and rushed around the corner.

He just cares about you, I wanted to tell Aedion. He doesn’t want to lose you, too.

Aedion wasn’t thinking about that, though. He grabbed a coffee mug off the table and threw it at the wall, glass shattering and black coffee splattering on the white walls. He screamed, a low, shriveled sound. It was the sound of agony. Pure, loathing agony.

“I’m sorry,” he said, as a sob shook his body, as he pressed his palms against the wall and hung his head. His hair was down, hanging past his shoulders, which was unusual. He looked as if he hadn’t looked in a mirror in days. He looked as if he didn’t care. He looked as if he cared too much. “I’m sorry, Lys, I’m so sorry.”

Although I knew he couldn’t feel it, I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my forehead against his back. My lips pressed softly in between his shoulder blades, just as they had a hundred times before.

“Give me a sign she’s still here,” he pleaded, to whichever higher power was listening. “Please, just a small one. I need a sign. Any sign. Any sign.”

“I’m still here,” I reassured him, although I wasn’t even sure that was true. “I’m still here.”

He took a deep breath, and recollected himself before pushing off the wall. “Get it together, Ashryver.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered all the times I had heard him say that phrase: before a game, before his test to graduate from the police academy, before a date.

Before stripping me down and kissing every inch of my body.

Although, then it was a joke. Now, it seemed to be his current motto. 

Aedion wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and slapped his cheeks a few times, before opening the door and shutting it with a soft click. He pulled back his shoulder length, golden hair as he owned the hallways that led him to the front office, then into the sunny, cloudless Terrasen afternoon.

“Ready, Ashryver?” Dorian asked, leaning against their patrol car with his arms crossed.

Aedion had never liked Dorian in school, even though he was a close friend of Aelin’s. But, since they both joined the police force right after graduation, and became partners, the two had grown close. Dorian watched my boyfriend wistfully as he approached, as if he knew what had just occurred.

“Always,” Aedion replied with a sigh, opening the passenger side door.

“Did he approve?”

Aedion didn’t look at him as he shook his head. “I don’t care, though. I’m going.”

No. No, no, no. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze some sense into him.

“You’re going?” Dorian raised his eyebrows, his voice hushed. “To the western woods? Alone? Aed –“

“Before you tell me it’s a bad idea,” Aedion interrupted, closing himself in the patrol car, “I already know. I have a feeling, though.”

“Those woods go on for miles,” Dorian argued. “There’s no way –“

“I’ll go every day if I have to.”

A moment of silence consumed us as I counted on Dorian to change his mind. Bad idea! It’s a horrible idea! Dammit, Aedion!

Dorian closed the driver’s side door, and stared straight ahead as he replied, “You’re not going alone.”

Idiots. Both of you.

Aedion remained silent.

“We’re off tomorrow,” Dorian continued. “I’ll get Chaol and Rowan to join.”

Aedion shook his head. “No, the girls will want to come.”

“Let them,” Dorian shrugged. “Just give them a weapon.”

“Are you kidding me?” I yelled, hoping through some supernatural nonsense that if I raised my voice they’d be able to hear me.

“Fine,” Aedion agreed, letting loose a long, deep breath. “Fine.”

“Uh, no, it’s not fine,” I rolled my eyes. “What if I’m not there? What if you’re risking your lives for no reason?”

But, what if I was there? What if Aedion’s hunch was right? What if they found me, and I was still alive? What if I was still there because I wasn’t dead, but I was stuck in between? What if….

Rubbing my temples, I let out a loud groan. I wouldn’t think about the what-ifs. Aedion was going to find me, I was sure of it. They all would. Aedion, Dorian, Aelin, Manon, Rowan, Chaol. They were coming for me.

I wished I could help them. I wished I could tell them where I was. I wished I could tell them I was okay.

But I didn’t know anything. The only thing I was sure of was that I was definitely not okay.

So, I do want to confirm that chapters will typically be longer than this. I hope you enjoyed and am as excited about this story as I am! Let me know what you thought. :)

@throne-of-ashes-and-beauty @southern-by-gods-mercy @gcarroll @inejcalmarekaz @high-lady-of-perranth