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Oh please please please when are you going to update of sun and roses its sooo good and can't wait for another chapter.

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The Dregs | Shadow and Bone (2021)

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Of Sun and Roses - Chapter Seventeen

Inspo Board | Character Breakdown | Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | bonus hc | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen

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The knife was hardly more than a hair’s-width away from his throat. Elysa saw it, Evalin saw it, Gavriel’s saw it…Everyone’s attention was on that knife. It was like backing away from a dangerous animal, Elysa thought. No sudden movements. 

“I beg your pardon?” The king said, cutting through the heavy silence.

Evalin took a step forward then and said, so, so slowly, “We’re in love, father. We want to get married.”

The king blinked, the only sign of his confusion. “No.”

He angled his knife closer, and Evalin put a hand on Elysa’s arm to stop her from running for Gavriel. “Father, please,” Evalin begged. “It will form an alliance between our two kingdoms.”

“And how would they provide aid?” His eyes flashed to Rhoe. “Let us not pretend that you have battalions to spare.”

“Gold,” Rhoe said, swallowing. “Let us not pretend that my kingdom does not own troves upon troves of jewels and finery.”

Elysa heard this all distantly, their voices muddled compared to the insistent pounding of her heart. Her eyes could not leave Gavriel, who might as well have been a stranger in that moment. His normally golden skin was pale and slick with sweat. His eyes dark and almost sunken in. Eyes that would not meet hers…

As if reading her thoughts, that tawny gaze that was trained at the floor suddenly lifted to her. He blinked as if just noticing now that she was there. 

Stay with me, she mouthed.

Gavriel blinked again, the only sign that he understood, before staring back down at the cobblestones. He could not bare to look at her. He was…ashamed. Like this was his fault and not hers. She wished she could tell him that—that he had nothing to do with this. That he wasn’t a liability. She wanted to save him—

“Evalin, no. I will not let you marry this prince only to save a Fae who stole your sister in the night!” Their father boomed, his harried face turning a stunning shade of red.

“If I may, Your Majesty, that is not why I am proposing—”

“Like hell it isn’t!”

Evalin broke away from her sister. “I don’t understand you! If Elysa marries for an alliance, that’s fine, but why can’t I? I’m at your feet begging to help your country, to take my sister’s place, and now you shoot it down?”

The king, a sudden picture of ease, waved the knife in the air and asked, “Is there anything else you’d like to add?”

Elysa watched as Evalin went deathly still. 

No.

This wouldn’t be good.

Evalin, don’t.

She wanted to scream at her sister, to shake her, to tell her to just let it go. There had to be another way—the road doesn’t just end like this. She would beg and scream and kill her father to get him free.

But she didn’t have the chance before Evalin opened her damned mouth. “Yes,” she hissed. “You’re a fucking hypocrite, and you can kiss my fucking ass.”

“You are going to regret those words, daughter,” the king snarled, flashing her a signature grin they both shared. Elysa knew what would happen next. 

She closed her eyes as she silently whispered a prayer.

Let it be quick. Let him be at peace. Please.

Someone roared out in pain. But—

It wasn’t Gavriel.

Elysa blinked her eyes open, expecting Gavriel’s lifeblood to be splattered all over the grimy stones. Instead, her father was arching in pain, an arrow protruding from his forearm. 

“Elysa!” someone yelled. She turned to find Glaston along the upper balcony of the dungeon, bow still erect in his hands. “Get him!” 

She caught the set of keys he tossed midair, tripping over herself as she ran for her love. A memory flashed in her mind—a dream so similar to this moment. She shook her head, willing it away. No. His blood had not spilled yet. 

“Elysa,” Gavriel moaned.

“I’m here,” she said, key shaking as she shoved it into the hole. “Look at me. I’m right here.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rhoe bringing the king into a chokehold, Evalin and Glaston holding back the hesitant guards, unsure whether to listen to the Crown Prince or help the king.

Click. Click. Both manacles came loose, and Gavriel ripped them from his hands, falling to his knees. He coughed, blood spurting from his lips.

Elysa grabbed his arm, tugged at it. “Gavriel. We need to go. Now.”

She turned, looking toward her father. His face was red, eyes bulging as he struggled for air. “I’m sorry, father.”

Her eyes met Rhoe’s. A question laid in his eyes. She shook her head. As much as she wished it, no, he could not die. She could not watch that. The country could not survive it, no matter how much of a tyrant he was. 

Glaston came to Gavriel’s other side and hoisted him to his feet, leading them out the doors. They followed the passageways, walls flickering in torchlight. Elysa was numb, focused solely on the thump-thump-thump of Gavriel’s heart growing stronger by the second. 

He’s here he’s here he’s here

Glaston held the doors open, cool afternoon air brushing past, dissolving the sweat on her brow. “Be safe,” he said. 

She stared at her brother, his eyes glowing with some unnamed emotion. “Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely. “Take care of Evalin. Please.”

He gave the slightest dip of his chin and slammed the door shut behind them.

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The cabin in the woods. Please let it still be there.

That was the only place she could think of where they could stop and rest, just for a moment. A moment. That was all they needed. Despite Gavriel’s face gaining life and color by the second, Elysa’s eyelids were so, so heavy. Almost as heavy as the weight of Gavriel against her, still struggling to get his feet underneath him. 

“Where are we going?” he rasped. 

Elysa adjusted her grip on his arm. “The cabin.”

They both were silent as they trappled through the woods, leaves and twigs crunching ceaselessly beneath their feet. Gods, they were louder than a team of horses. The fog was thick and heavy, though, so one had to have the keen eyes of a Fae to see them more than ten feet off. A crow cawed from a branch right beneath her head, such a startling noise compared to the rasps of her and Gavriel’s breathing. She jumped the slightest bit, dipping her head out of instinct, but it was enough to send her and Gavriel to the forest floor. 

She coughed as dirt sprayed her eyes, her face. 

“Are you okay?” Gavriel asked from above her.

“Yeah,” she wheezed. “I’m…fine.”

“It was just a bird, you know.” The slightest bit of a smirk formed on Gavriel’s face, but his eyes didn’t continue the forced action. 

She sat up and the blood went rushing from her head. “I know.”

The smirk instantly disappeared, replaced with concern shining in his tawny eyes. “Let me carry you. We’re almost there.”

She didn’t refuse as the warm familiarity of his arms wrapped underneath her knees, around her back. As his scent wrapped around her in an embrace of love and concern. Her eyes drooped before she could stop them. 

And she was swept into sweet oblivion. 

Chapter Eighteen (coming soon)

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a/n PLEASE READ: hi, everyone. sooo I guess I should address the elephant in the room—I haven’t posted in six months. and for that I am so, so sorry. if i’m being honest, my mental health has not been good. without going into too much detail, just know that I am okay and I am seeking the help I need. but because of this, my writing has suffered. I haven’t had any motivation to do the thing that I loved more than anything, and it just stressed me out more than it ever has before. however, I know what it is like to be invested in a fic and have it be discontinued (no disrespect for authors who do this, as it is completely their choice!) and how sad that it. so, I needed to provide closure not only for you, dear readers, but for me, too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this story in the past couple of months, and I know I would hate myself for never finishing this. I love this more than any of my original works. just know that THIS is not the end. I don’t know how long it is going to take, but just know that there is an ending in store for Gavriel and Elysa. like I said, we’re nearing the finish line, so i can’t give up now. I’ll try not to take six months this time :) thank you so, so much for being such lovely, wonderful, inspiring readers. I understand and respect that I will lose some of you because of this hiatus, but I still wanted to provide some closure in case you are still in it to win it :) you all mean so much to me. this story wouldn’t be here without you <3 - Maya

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suns and stars | a throne of glass + a court of thorns and roses story | chapter twenty-two

Thank you so much my darling @mariamuses for making this beautiful edit for Suns and Stars, you talented angel!

summary: What happens when two Fae worlds finally meet? | Luna Moonbeam never found the powers she enherited from her father to be a curse, but when they accidentally teleport her to another strange, unknown world called Prythian, she is tempted to change her mind. | set in the future in both the throne of glass and acotar worlds. this is the story of the gen 2, where we will see the lives of our old favourites, as well as tell the stories of their children.

Will the two worlds be eternal enemies, or fight to keep the peace together?

This is a sequel to both these series:

Heirs of the Sun (post-kingdom of ash)

The Archer. The Prey. (Hollin and Evangeline’s story)

A/N: You don’t have to read the previous series to read this one nor have any prior knowledge of my gen 2.

tw: character death; mentions of depression; loss; violence and mature themes. *This chapter is explicit*

~throne of glass, a court of thorns and roses and all recognizable characters belong to our queen sarah j maas~

My links:

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tog + acotar gen 2

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<—– CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE —–> 

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BEFORE…

Laelia caught Eldon Lochan’s arm that morning, as he walked out of the library. No guards followed him, and Laelia had smartly avoided her own all morning.

              Well.

              As much as she could.

              Which meant that she did not have much time left before they flanked her again.

              Eldon gasped as she pulled him into a darkened hallway, and stuttered out, “Laelia?” As if he expected her to seduce him or something.

              “Don’t look so horrified,” she whisper-shouted, hands on her hips. “We’re hiding.”

              Eldon blinked at the youngest Galathynius princess, then narrowed his eyes. “From whom?”

              “Guards, Eldon.”

              “Ah, yes, of course.”

              A pause.

              “Why?”

              Laelia breathed in. “I think I know how to help Eva,” she said at last. “But I need your help.” When Eldon looked slightly more horrified, Laelia added, “I know Elide and Lorcan have threatened you and practically locked you inside this castle because you disappeared on us and almost got killed-“

              “That’s one way to put it.”

              “But I just need some information,” Laelia finished, a hopeful hint to her voice.

              Eldon paused, then cocked his head to the side. “What are you planning?”

              The princess watched him warily, and, deciding that she would, indeed, trust him, she finally whispered, “Eldon, where can I find the portal to Prythian?”

NOW…

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Another OSAR Update

hello, hello!

you may or may not have noticed that I’m a little behind and haven’t been posting. University is starting up again this week, and I’ve been getting ready for that and adjusting my schedule. 

I was hoping to have this fic done this summer, the series has gone on longer than I planned! my goal is to be done by the end of September (hopefully sooner). 

as I have classes in the morning, my writing time needs to switch to the evening, so it’s a bit of an adjustment for me! please bare with me as updates might be a bit slow.

I’m working on Ch. 17 of OSAR right now, so it will probably be done tomorrow evening!! thank you for all your kind support--I really appreciate your patience! 🌹✨

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"Why are you awake right now?" FOR ROWAELIN PLEEASE

enjoy this one!

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Rowan was thoroughly passed out when sound of his phone ringing cut through his peaceful sleep. Normally, he would ignore any call that came for him past twelve, but unfortunately for him, he recognized this ringtone. Aelin had set it herself.

Rowan groaned and peeled his eyes open, grabbing his phone and answering.

“Why are you awake right now?” he grumbled out as a form of greeting.

“I’m outside your door,” Aelin’s familiar voice came through the phone. “Can you please let me in?”

“What the fuck…” Rowan whispered mostly to himself, checking the time. 2:30am. He rolled lazily out of bed, not bothering to shrug on a shirt. He threw open the door, shuffling over the hardwood floor of the halls. He tried to keep quiet for Lorcan’s benefit, knowing his roommate was asleep in the other side of the house.

Rowan reached the front door, not bothering to glance out the peephole before opening it. Aelin Galathynius stood there, wearing an oversized sweatshirt that he was pretty sure she had stolen from him in the past, golden hair tossed up messily. Even in her casual clothes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He had been best friends with Aelin since sophomore year of college. They had despised each other before then, but being forced to work together on a project had allowed them to come to an understanding that morphed into friendship… and eventually, something more. For Rowan at least. He wasn’t sure what went through Aelin’s head. She was always thinking, creating, scheming… it was one of the reasons he was so drawn to her.

But he had to keep his distance. Aelin was involved with someone, had been dating him for a little over six months. Rowan could still remember the bitter disappointment that cut through him when she had mentioned offhand that she had started seeing a man named Chaol Westfall.

She had seemed happy at first, those first few weeks of puppy love. Rowan had met him on a handful of occasions. Chaol seemed like a nice enough man. Rowan just couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t right for her. He couldn’t put a finger on why exactly. Maybe he was just hoping they were wrong together, though he knew it was wrong of him to think. He should be hoping for her happiness for now and long into the future.

Yet, Rowan couldn’t help but watch when they were together. Curled up on the couch side by side, sharing casual kisses and touches, always knowing that they would leave together after a party, would spend the night together in bed. Rowan knew he was jealous. And it was an awful emotion.

Aelin seemed unharmed, but there was something in her eyes. Fatigue, maybe. Sadness? He thought about what she had mentioned about her day. All he could remember was her mentioning she was going out with Chaol that evening.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, voice still raspy from sleep.

She gave a stiff bob of the head. “Yeah, it’s just… can I come in?”

Rowan nodded, stepping aside and allowing Aelin into his apartment.

“Salvaterre here?” Aelin asked quietly.

“Yeah. Asleep. We can head back into my room.”

He knew it was something he should think twice about. Inviting Aelin into his room so late, especially when she was dating someone. It wasn’t anything they had thought twice about before in the past. They had slept in the same bed plenty of times before, nothing romantic about it. Still, Aelin had stopped staying the night since she started dating Chaol. Rowan understood, but he still missed her. Missed that extra bit of intimacy.

Rowan shut the door behind them as Aelin plopped down on his unmade bed, hanging her head in her hands with a heavy sigh. He sat down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her back.

“Aelin, what happened?”

She released a shuddering breath before sitting up, eyes gleaming in the sliver light of the moon. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Chaol. He, uh… he- we… we broke up tonight.”

Rowan blinked, wondering if he had heard her correctly. But… he had. It was true. They had broken up.

“Oh. Oh gods, Aelin. I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

Aelin sniffed and wiped at her face. “Yes. I think so at least.” She released a small, bitter laugh. “Is it weird to say that I’m almost relieved?”

Rowan hesitated, not knowing exactly what to say. “Were things… bad?”

Aelin shrugged. “It wasn’t really bad. I mean, he wasn’t being cruel and we weren’t fighting constantly. It’s just… for the past couple months or so, I got this feeling that what we wanted from each other, from the future… wasn’t the same.”

“What happened tonight then?”

“We were at dinner, and we were talking. Chaol mentioned something about marriage. I tensed up. He noticed. We talked about it on the way home, argued. He said I didn’t love him the way he loved me. I said he didn’t love me, he loved the version he had created in his head. It got a bit nasty. He called me some not so nice names. We didn’t end on the best of terms.”

Rowan’s jaw clenched. The idea of Chaol spewing insults at Aelin made him see red.

“You didn’t tell me,” Rowan said, the fact hurting more than he thought it would. “That you had been feeling that way for so long.”

Her eyes flickered towards her hands in her lap. “It’s not easy to talk about, you know? I didn’t tell anyone about it. Maybe I should have. Someone would have talked some sense into me and we could have made a cleaner end.”

“Do you need me to kick his ass?” Rowan asked.

Aelin released a short laugh. “No. I can kick his ass all by myself, thank you.”

Rowan wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “I know you can, Ace.”

She sniffed and hugged him back, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes. “I left my apartment to clear my head and I left my keys inside. Lysandra is with Aedion tonight so I won’t get back in until tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Aelin. You’re always welcome here.”

She smiled and it warmed Rowan’s heart. She detangled herself from Rowan, taking the right side of the bed, her favorite. Apparently, they hadn’t changed since she had started dating Chaol. He took the other side, helping to fix the comforter and get her tucked in properly.

They settled on their sides, facing one another.

“I missed this,” Aelin confessed softly, reaching out and placing a hand on his cheek.

Rowan covered her hand with his own, relishing in her touch. “I missed it too.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, scooting an inch or two closer to him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Rowan.”

He smiled, breathing in her flowery scent, admiring the contours of her face highlighted in the cool moonlight. He would do anything for this woman, he knew.

“You’ll never have to find out, Ace.”

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me, going to bed at 1am: okay so we can fit the plot twist into chapter fourteen and introduce the love interest a couple chapters before that, and their first line is also going to be the last line of the book but in different context as mirroring, and we’re going to switch perspectives halfway through

me, opening my laptop in the morning: what is a Word

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moment of truth....just brought my laptop in to replace the battery...pleaseeeee don’t delete everything.....

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drunk on perfection | elorcan

as requested, elide and lorcan’s first kiss in empire of storms from lorcan’s perspective, empire of storms canon compliant 

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The second Elide’s fingers touched his lips Lorcan could no longer think of anything else. Could no longer think of hateful promises of revenge through bared teeth or the pain of a twisted love that flooded poison through his immortal veins.

No, there was only Elide Lochan, the close proximity of her body wedged underneath his broad frame sending his heart racing.

Her dark lashes had mesmerizing shadows casting down her golden cheeks framed by a halo of silken hair, a vision of perfection laid before him. Though she wasn’t Fae, he could have sworn she rivaled every unearthly, magical creature he had ever laid eyes on in his bitterly long life. Nothing and no one had ever taken his breath away like she did in this moment.

Whatever words they exchanged in low murmurs refused to linger for more than a passing moment before finally, finally, she reached up, touch dancing across the hard plane of his jaw before her lips found his.

It felt like being bathed in sunlight, the gentleness of her mouth, the warmth of her frame pressing against his. Gods, he had waited for this moment far longer than he would ever admit, even to himself. Her elegant fingers twined through his hair, pulling him closer still, the driving force of need in contrast to his idle state of near shock.

“Lorcan,” she exhaled against his lips, sending a shudder through him at the rough desire lining the edge of his name.

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