#next gen tog

[throneofsapphics]

Lysa Dion's daughter arriving home with a hickey in the detail she is secretly dating her son Manorian with gavriel alive seeing the situation later they discover that they are partners but the parents discover that they got married in secret

questionable decisions

Manorian's son x Reader (Lysaedion's daughter)

Summary: Your parents figure out how you spent your week in Perranth.

Warnings: drinking, not proofread

A/N: I love this idea

She adjusted her hair, pulling it over to one side and glancing at herself in the mirror again. That asshole left a mark on her, specifically when she told him to try and avoid it. At least it wasn’t too obvious, hidden behind her ear and easily covered by her hair. 

“You said try,” he’d taunted her as she rolled her eyes. That asshole who also happened to be her husband, for gods-sake. They’d been quite drunk one night, meeting in Perranth, and found someone to marry them. Both of them were fully capable of acting sober, and thought it was a great idea at the time. In hindsight … maybe it wasn’t their smartest move. Everyone else seemed to think it was a joke. Still, neither of them had asked for a divorce. Not a soul beyond a few trusted friends knew they were together in the first place. 

-

“Why is there a letter addressed to “Y/n Havilliard?” You stalked over and snatched it out of his hands. Sure enough, a very official looking large envelope with that name scrawled across it rested in your hands. You turned to the side, avoiding eye contact as you held it up to the light, squinting. Probably a marriage certificate. 

“Probably a joke,” you laughed, fighting down any nerves and shifting your hair over your shoulder. 

“She’s lying.” Gavriel said mildly. “And what’s that on your neck?” 

Screwed. She was so screwed. “None of your business.” She snipped at him, and a knowing smile crossed his features. Aedion ignored that, in favor of the letter in your hands. 

“Open it.” Gavriel said, not giving her father the chance to tell her. The words were a command, and she knew she wouldn’t leave the room without opening thats gods-damned letter. 

-

“You’re MARRIED?” Lysandra heard Aedion yell, as she walked through the door. 

“Who’s married?” She asked, spotting Aedion clutching a paper in his hands - thick official looking paper.

“I was drunk.” You turned with pleading eyes. Both Gavriel and Aedion had slightly murderous looks on their faces and she frowned. Immediately, she spotted the small bruise on your neck and gave you a small smile. Along with the scent of a particularly deceiving perfume. You’d spent a week in Perranth, how the hell had you gotten married? And where did that bruise come from? Well, Lysandra knew how that happened. 

“And who are you married to?” 

“The King of Adarlan’s spawn.” Aedion said. She cut him a sharp look, now was not the time to bring up old grudges, even if her husband had mostly let it go. 

“I didn’t know you two were together,” she mused - eyeing the bruise again as you shifted your hair to cover it. 

“We’re not,” you replied a bit too quickly. 

“Lying.” Gavriel said from across the room. “Again.” 

Somehow, he always knew when she was lying - or even just omitting something. 

“Just.” You huffed, “forget about this.” 

“I’m supposed to forget that my daughter is married?” She raised a brow, “and didn’t invite me to the wedding?” 

“It was hardly a wedding.” She grumbled, snatching the paper back from her father. 

“At least you haven’t consummated it, you can still get it annulled.” Aedion mused. 

You, very firmly, avoided his gaze. Lysandra cut him a sharp glare, as if to say shut your gods-damned mouth. 

“I wonder how Dorian’s reacted.” She commented. “Or Manon.” 

Your face paled. 

-

Lysandra debated whether writing to Aelin, or convincing you to shift with her and fly to Orynth, just so you could see the Queen’s reaction in person. 

“Shift.” She announced after breakfast, “we’re going to Orynth.” 

You groaned and dragged your feet. She watched you exchange a pleading glance with Gavriel, who only shook his head, giving you a look as if to say; good luck. 

You both shifted, and took off towards Orynth. 

-

You shot murderous glares at your mother the entire way to the capital, debating if it would be worth her dragging you back if you turned around. Both of you shifted back a mile or so out, grabbing the clothes they’d strategically stored for the two of you. Showing up at the castle naked was not ideal. 

Your mother probably wanted to tell Aelin, and to torture you by making sure you saw your Aunt’s reaction. Dragging you to Orynth to share some gossip with the Queen. Although it was rather significant gossip - even if the marriage would likely dissolve or be forgotten. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aelin asked, meeting you at the gates and exchanging a hug with each of you. 

“Y/n’s married.” Lysandra announced, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Mother,” you snarled, but Aelin looked at you, her head tilted to the side. 

“To Manon and Dorian’s son?” 

Your jaw dropped, but she shrugged. “He didn’t hide his scent from Rowan well enough, we were wondering if you would tell anyone.” 

“And you didn’t tell me?” Lysandra said, in shock outrage. 

Aelin wrapped an arm around you, tugging you into her side. “I couldn’t betray our favorite niece.”

[catastrophesandcures]

|| A Heavy Name || Throne of Glass One-Shot ||

(Where: the new Heir of Terrasen struggles with cursive G’s, the eyes of people long gone, and holding up her mother’s name)

Adele, Age 8

Adele Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius wishes for a shorter name. Her hand cramps, fingers occasionally spasming, as she signs her name over and over and over, over, over…

She works to perfect her handwriting, to get accustomed to the long loops and scrolls. She’s sometimes taken to signing with a simple AAWG, but Uncle Darrow, the old badger, says princesses of Terrasen wield their powerful names. 

What the sword won’t do, the name can. 

Adele glares over her shoulder to the portrait of Uncle Darrow that hangs beside old king Orlon. Adele shakes her practice sheet at Uncle Darrow’s stern, always watching picture as if to say, See? I’m not cutting corners! 

Adele peaks at Orlon, then. For some reason, she’s always afraid to fully look the painting in the eye. Beside him, Grandfather Rhoe. Then, Grandmother Evalin. She looks like Mama, but younger. She has the same eyes as Mama, maybe softer, less…wild. Adele looks away from Grandmother Evalin too, not able to think about Mama not having a mama. She stops looking at what she calls the Big Pictures–faces of the dead–and moves her gaze to the smaller frames along the hearth’s shelf, to the pocket sized portrait of her younger brother, Arryn. He’d just cut his own hair, and the golden strands spiked in different directions. Adele giggles. He looks awful, and the squiggle of a mustache she’d drawn over his lip has yet to be noticed. 

Uncle Darrow seems to frown down at her, then. She can hear him telling her to get back to work. Adele rolls her green eyes, but practices and practices until her handwriting is perfect. She must be perfect. Not just a princess of Terrasen, but Heir of Aelin Firebringer. Heir of so many people. There are so many eyes, waiting and watching. 

Adele messes up her G, again. She always messes up the G of Galathynius. She starts a new line, from her first name, and goes and goes, her little hand straining to hold the quill, straining to make it to the end. 

She loops the G in the wrong direction. 

“Rutting G!” 

Adele likes to curse when she’s alone, and she spits the word Uncle Aedion taught her again and again. Her chest heaves and she pants, tearing the paper in half, shredding it to pieces, and splits them until she holds confetti. 

Until she holds burning paper in too small hands. Ashes fall between her fingers, her palms unable to keep all that she holds, all that she burns. 

She doesn’t often cry. Adele is a princess, Heir of Fire–she is strong. 

But, she weeps. The blooming flame in her hands rutting scares her. She can’t put it out. She shakes her hands. She blows, but her breath is shallow and shaking. 

Adele screams. Screams at her hands, at the fire, at the G’s she turned to ash and stomped beneath her feet. Her handheld fire blooms and grows. “Rutting stop!” Adele screams at her open, unburnt palms. 

And then cool, soft but calloused hands, close over hers. Water meets her fire until there’s no more smoke, but steam. They are the most familiar hands in the world. Scarred and calloused; nimble, long fingers prone to playing a haughty tune on the pianoforte. Cool to the touch. Patient. They keep holding Adele’s, hers sweaty and clammy. 

Adele doesn’t look up. Her chin dips to her chest as tears roll down her face, her nose. 

Fingers catch her tears–cool, calloused, familiar. “Why do you cry, Fireheart?”

Adele sobs at the name. Exhausted, head splitting, she relinquishes to her mother’s embrace and nestles into the space between chin and breast. The safest place in the world, as if Mama’s body had been carved to fit Adele’s. 

“Because,” Adele hiccups, “I’m not perfect.” Another hitch of uneven breath, then, “And it makes me feel lost.”

Mama grips Adele, tight and warm. She smells like the embers of a home’s hearth, like jasmine and wind. Adele presses her nose to her mother’s skin, clinging to the comfort. 

When Mama pulls away just slightly, just enough so that their eyes meet, Adele looks away. Mama has none of it. Her palm cups Adele’s cheek, bringing them face to face. Turquoise and gold meet pine green. Soft meets sorrow. Mother sees daughter. 

“Perfect,” Mama’s warm, fiery tone says, “can go to rutting hell.” 

A knowing gleam shines in Mama’s eyes, perking the corner of mouth. Adele laughs nervously, but Mama laughs with her, hands still holding Adele’s flaming face from the crying. And the magic. 

Mama’s finger tilts Adele’s chin up again, and this time Adele really looks at her. She wonders if she looks like her, or if Adele takes more after her father. Her cousins tease her that she’s too serious. A courtier from Mellisande had once pinched her cheeks and told her to smile more. Has anyone ever dared pinch the cheeks of Aelin Ashryver Galathynius? Adele holds the ends of her mother’s long, gold hair in a fist and wonders if she’ll wear that queenly, beautiful face one day. If she’ll carry grace and mischief as well as Aelin of the Wildfire. Adele knows the stories–well, just some. Just the ones from the shelves she could reach. Which, Adele knows, are the least interesting shelves in the Library of Orynth. She’ll have to start climbing to the higher, dustier shelves where the real stories are waiting for her. There’s a book up high that has Mama’s name on the spine. It ripples with red and gold and blue, as if a living flame wraps the pages. Another book beside it, The Walking Dead, doesn’t sound nearly as interesting as the one about her own mother. 

Mama raises her brows slightly and looks down her lashes at Adele–a look she knows means to listen, and listen good. She’s the prettiest lady in the whole wide world. 

“If I cared about being perfect,” Mama says softly, and a moment passes where her eyes cloud, as if she’d gone very far away. Adele doesn’t know what to call that look, that distance in her mother’s eyes, but she feels it. “I wouldn’t be me. And I,” her mother quirks a conspirator’s brow at Adele, the light in her eyes shining once more, “am rutting wonderful.”

Adele laughs again. 

Her mother leans down to wiggle their noses together. “You are wonderful, my girl. No matter what you do, to whatever end, I will be the voice that never lets you forget it. I want nothing from you, Fireheart, other than to be completely yourself.”

“What if I’m not like you?” 

Mama props Adele onto her feet so that she stands. Mama kneels before her, and Adele wonders if anyone in the world has ever seen Aelin on her knees. Adele knows she’s just a child, that there are things she doesn’t know, but she cannot imagine it–her mother, the strongest, most powerful person to ever exist, who Adele worships like a god–on her knees. But, Mama does kneel. Now, before Adele. Though she only meets the top of her mother’s head, Adele wonders if she’ll ever stand as tall as her. 

“Then I’ll be glad for it.” Mama’s eyes flash and she almost looks like an animal from Oakwald with the intensity seeping through her, like fire taken skin. “Be yourself. Let yourself discover who that is. You do not belong in my shadow, Fireheart. You are the torch I carry.” 

Mama catches a rogue tear, and something ripples across the surface of her face. Adele has only ever seen her mother cry at the birth of her brothers and baby sister, but she almost does now. Her eyes, the same as Grandmother Evalin and Arryn’s, mist. 

“I was your age when…” Mama trails off, distant again, lost in thought as her gaze roams every inch of Adele, as if memorizing her, as if remembering something. 

A breeze passes through the study though no windows are open. It smells like winter and Yulemas, and Adele instantly perks. She feels joy in her chest, a spark of belonging and home. Mama’s eyes flutter in that same joy Adele must be feeling. 

Mama continues, having found the strength she needs, and says, “I was your age when a lot of people made me feel like I was wretched and horrible. The world hated me for a long, long time.” Mama smirks. “Someone always will.”

Adele balks at the idea of anyone even remotely disliking her mother, but Mama nods as if to say it’s the truth. “Let no one ever, ever make you feel that way. Not even me. No, you’re not perfect. You are my daughter.” Mama combs her fingers through Adele’s hair. “Which means, you’re bound to be misunderstood, to make mistakes. You are my daughter, which means, you’re bound to always get up again.” 

They lean their brows together, and Mama whispers, just for Adele, “You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” Then, louder, “And you can tell your nosy, nursemaid father I said that.” 

A deep chuckle sounds from the far ends of the study. Another winter wind that reminds Adele of all her favorite memories drifts to them. It combs through her hair, and Adele can feel Papa’s phantom hands, bigger than her head, bigger than any problem or tear.

Mama squeaks, jolting as if something had pinched her, and laughs as she throws a glare towards where Papa still lingers in the dark somewhere. 

Before they get up to join him, her mother pulls her into one more tight embrace. Her arms are solid and muscled, and they hold Adele like precious jewels. 

Mama whispers, “We carry a heavy name. Bear it however the rutt you want.” She leans back, eyes shining. “Now, let’s discuss your copious use of curse words.” 

Adele shrieks, running away. 

[shallyne]

SJM NextGenWeek

Evalin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

Evalin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, daughter of Queen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius and the Queens consort Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. She is a character that is not fleshed out yet but one thing is for sure, she is a trouble maker and stubborn to the core.

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SJM Next Gen Week 2023 Masterlist

Read on Ao3

A Court of Twisted Wisdom (Updates only to ao3 at this time) Implied Rape and Assault

ACOTW-Chapter 15: Another One Lost (Crossover)

A Court of Heart and Legacy Snippet (Young Love)

The Princess' Arrival-After months of waiting, Nyx finally gets to meet his little sister. He knows the second he sees her no one is going to hurt her. He'll always be there to protect her. (Pick a Trope)

ACOTW-Chapter 16: Snared and Spilling the Tea (No Prompt, but ch. 17 fits day 6)

ACOTW-Chapter 17: Training Begins (Rising to Power)

ACOTAR Next Gen Moodboards-Ayla, Nyx, Roxanna, and Safira (Free Day)

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My Main Masterlist

[sjmnextgenweek]

2 Weeks, 1 Day

Reblog to get the reminder out there!

[wedding-shemp]

I have a recurring dream about suddenly losing Twitter followers, and not even that many Twitter followers, like twenty. I always wake up with a feeling of deep sorrow.

[mycotoxin]

I wonder if other Star Trek series also have characters similar to Spock and Data, in regards to their super logical mentalities. Part of the reason I enjoy these characters so much is because they provide an anchor of coherency and reason for me. The more emotional and vague characters are often stressful to me, and having characters who are the opposite of this makes it a lot better of an experience. I do feel this way about Troi and Worf, but in a slightly different way.

They’re ultimately a great breath of fresh air. To hear the characters speak as they do, and to have a character also to “…what?” eases me

[darklove9314-blog]

All Fanfic Projects and An Announcement for Some of My New Ones

So as most of my followers know I love writing fanfiction and I’ve been obsessed with writing primarily ACOTAR fanfiction. Well I thought it would be fun today to announce all my projects and my future ones that are now in the works as well. Spoilers for SJM Books. 

Current WIP That are Now Published on A03: 

-Symphonia (Nessian family fic/ACOTAR Next Gen Fic) 

-The Song in the Shodaws (Gwynriel fic) 

-Fire on Fire (Nessian Forbidden Romance Fic. This will be where I will post updates for my Nessian Forbidden romace story I started on Tumblr) 

-She is the Sunlight (Jesminda and Lucien’s love Story) 

-Hearts Set Aflame (A Nessian fanfic where Nesta and Cassian are sent to the Illyrian mountains to keep Nesta safe from the queen. This is also a ACOSF Rewrite of sorts.)

-Toxic Queen (A Nessian AU fic where Cassian hates the Archerons for what they did to his family and sets his sights on seducing Nesta to get back at them, but ends up falling for her instead.)

-How Can You Mend A Broken Heart? (A Feyre, Nesta, and Elain centered fanfiction set at the end of ACOWAR where Rhys dies instead of being brought back to life by the High Lords, and the sisters try to find their own ways of coping with all they have lost.) 

-As Bright As The Dawn (A Collection of ACOTAR/SJ,M prompts that I mostly post on Tumblr. 

-In A Sky of A Thousand Stars (This is what I think will happen in House of Flame and Shadow/ My ACOTAR/CC Crossover) 

-Shadow and Flames (This fic is basically a Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel Fic where they partake in Nesta’s fantasy.)

-The Everlasting Spring (An Elucien Fanfic where Elain and Lucien have to work together to not only save the Spring Court, but find out that there is a bigger threat that they hadn’t expected coming.) 

Future Fanfics That I’ve Started Working on That The First Chapter will be Released soon. 

-Burn for You (A Nessian Fanfic that centers their time together during ACOMAF-Pre ACOSF.) 

-Fire and Ice (A Eris centered Fanfic where Eris goes to the Winter Court to try and make allies amongst some of the Winter Court Citizens and finds something unexpected there.)

-The Truth in the Silence (A Fanfic centered around Mor and Emerei’s relationship as well as an emotional healing journey for Mor.) 

-Days in the Sun (Helion and The Lady of the Autumn Court’s love story) 

A Flame in The Night (An ACOTAR/TOG crossover Fic where Nyx fand Rowaelin;s daughter in order to bring peace amongst their parents two courts are placed in ana arranged marriage) 

A Tale of Two Courts (A Rhys/Tamlin centered fic that tells the events of the night that broke them apart and made them despise each other.) 

Future fics that are planned, but have no set release yet. 

-Wanting was Enough (This Fic is going to be set after the events of Symphonia and will mostly center around Melody as she tries to navigate through the events at the end of Symphonia.) 

[throneofglassmicrofics]

HIIIIII! First of all, thank you so much for hosting this, I love it! But I do have some questions and I'm sorry if you already answered them

Do we have to write for SHIPS? Or can we also write for a specific character alone?

AND ALSO, if we don't have to write for ships, can we write next generation fics?

THANK YOU SO MUCH x

Hey nonny! Thanks for reaching out! I'm so glad you're enjoying this little blog/event set. As to your questions:

No, you don't have to write for ships. Character centric fics/stories are more than welcome! And, personally, encouraged. (Below dives a little more into this answer too!)

Next generation, you say? Great question! Short answer: sure! Long answer:

Initially when I started this little project, I wanted to encourage writers of the Throne of Glass Fandom in particular. I know there are the dominant ships and characters that are more commonly seen, and yes, I love them dearly. But I also wanted to create an environment where other characters and ships could be explored and seen and people could feel safe and welcome to share about them too. There are so many wonderful characters/ships/etc in TOG and I just wanted people to have a way to dive into those aspects and spaces. In what we've already seen, this fandom is so talented! And there are so many great characters to talk about.

So, in a way, I wanted emphasize the characters we already know and love and let creators create what they wanted. Next gen fics never really entered my mind to include and talk about or share. I don't want to limit anyone's creativity (and I don't want to create a negative atmosphere in this fandom). I am a big advocate of writing what you want to write and what you're inspired to create. However, I will admit that mostly what I had in mind of this project was for "this generation" so to speak.

Is that convoluted enough? Basically, I won't bring the hammer down and hiss and snarl and say nonono! but, next generation fics were not what I had in mind when starting this project.

[helionmylove]

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Hi there, Helionmylove is my spare account. (My main (where I can actually follow people) is @haunterofruins.)

My TBR is never ending and I tend to write fanfics to avoid writing my actual book. If you know me IRL no you don’t. 

Feel free to message me whenever and/or send in requests! In the words of Cassian, I don’t bite unless you ask me to ;)

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A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

Frustrations - Azriel x Reader x Eris - Coming Soon!

Soulmates - Mor x Reader - Coming Soon!

A Court of Thorns and Roses Next Gen Masterlist

A guide to ACOTAR Next Gen

ACOTAR Next Gen Fanart - Coming Soon!

Wingless - Feysand’s Daughter

Spring Fever - Sick fic

Kindred Spirit - Mor protects a girl from the Hewn City - Coming Soon!

Throne of Glass Masterlist

Our Future - Fenrys x Reader

More Than Anything - Rowan x Reader x Aelin - Coming Soon!

Throne of Glass Next Gen Masterlist

A guide to TOG Next Gen - Coming Soon!

TOG Next Gen Fanart - Coming Soon!

Crescent City Masterlist

Lone Wolves - Ithan x Reader - Coming Soon!

Between Night and Day - Ruhn x Reader x Lidia - Coming Soon!

Crescent City Next Gen Masterlist

A guide to CC Next Gen - Coming Soon!

CC Next Gen Fanart - Coming Soon!

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(AO3 wrapped asks) 18, 19, 20!

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I already answered this on another ask, so I’ll answer with another character instead, this time from The Old Guard.

I think I’m more of a “terminally depressed Frenchman enjoyer” than an “emotionally healthy Italian enjoyer.” Getting into Nicolo Di Genova’s head, even for a 2.2K word short story, was a major pain in the ass. So much so that my plans to expand on that story were permanently put on hold.

(That short story is buried in my ficlet collection, it’s not a standalone fic for reasons.)

And I like that Nicky is emotionally healthy, but it apparently doesn’t give me much to work with. This is just one of the many reasons I don’t write Kasynova fic for TOG. But that would just turn into a rant, and that doesn’t do anyone good.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I have at least one – possibly two – Bessimu fics in me at the moment (once I get done with the one I’m currently working on). However, they’re way down on my to-do list. I got a bunch of gen non-shippy things in the pipeline first.

I think being in other fandoms has taught me what I don’t enjoy seeing in ship fics and, oddly, Bessimu gives me the opening to explore the things I do like. I think those two will be on my mind for a while! 🥰

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

The Well. Especially after S2 and S3 of Star Trek Picard. While I love Counting Up, Counting Down for the sheer amount of audacity and ambition I poured into it, The Well is what gave me the confidence to tackle that in the first place. It’s much more low stakes, plot wise, but I still love how I managed to seamlessly integrate The Old Guard with Star Trek.

It’s good for the Trek canon as it stood at the time, but with the introduction of Pelia since I published it, I’m tempted to go explore TOG/Star Trek again.

Thanks for asking! 👍

[throneofsapphics]

hey i was wondering if u could write something where rowan and aelin have a daughter and she’s dating someone and how they would react.

reasonable situation

Summary: Rowan figures out another secret. 

Warnings: none, not proofread

A/N: thank you for the request! next gen is fun to write

She came home late that night, and heavily covered in a perfume Aelin didn’t recognize. She crinkled her nose slightly at the scent, but if that’s what she wanted to use … but why would it be so heavy? They’ve never had a problem with her drinking, only telling her not to do anything too stupid. 

Rowan figured it out first. “So … who have you been seeing?” 

Her face turned bright red. 

Aelin cast a sharp glance to her mate, about to tell him off but, a small gust of wind blew her hair to the side, revealing a small bruise. Aelin fought down the protectiveness in her - seeing her daughter with an injury, that’s what her senses saw it as, but managed to cool herself enough to not launch into rage. 

She huffed, “It’s none of your business.” 

“What’s their name?” He asked mildly. She hesitated, knowing a group of Fae males might track him down and threaten him within an inch of his life. 

“It’s none of your business.” She snapped. 

“I’d say it is,” Rowan leaned back, crossing his arms. 

Aelin sighed. He was much more protective of her than she was, to the point where she’d had to tell him off a few times and knock some sense into him. 

“Tell me a name.” Rowan asked again. Gods forbid if Aedion and Fenrys figured this out too, they’d managed to track him down. “I already have their scent.”  

Her daughter crossed her arms, widening her stance. “Leave them alone.” She snarled. 

Aelin interjected, “If they so much as lays a finger on you, I’ll burn them to ash.” 

“I know, I know.” She grumbled, flopping down next to her. “Just leave it for now, please.” Rowan’s mouth opened, ready to tell her absolutely not, but she spoke before he could. “If I want you to meet them, I’ll tell you. Don’t you trust my judgment? I’m capable of defending myself.” 

Rowan’s lips pressed into a tight line, before giving her a nod. 

She seemed satisfied, but Aelin knew Rowan’s going to track him down anyway, probably bring Aedion and Fenrys when they figure it out. 

Just swear them to secrecy over it. She spoke directly into his mind. He cut her a look. Or she’ll be pissed. She added. 

Her daughter had inherited her temper, for better or worse, and Rowan gave her a subtle nod. 

Then again, Aelin might join him when he does - it’s been a while since she’s been able to strike fear into anyone and this is a reasonable situation. 

[katie-the-author]

Who I shift for

PJO- Clarisse La Rue

TVD- tbd

Fame X S2j X DPS- CR gf

Supernatural- Claire Novak

Narnia- Susan Pevensie

Marauders- Lily evans

Stranger things- Nancy wheeler

Twilight- Leah Clearwater

Mighty ducks X Briar Uni- Julie

Bridgerton- Edwina sharma

ACOTAR- Valerie (feysand daughter)

B99- Rosa Diaz

TOG-Manon Blackbeak

Twisted next gen- Sophia Volkov

Teen wolf- Cora Hale

[andrea-lyn]

fic check in:

- rnm gen fic - published - old guard big bang pov switch - 7/28 pages edited, would love to post before I leave for nyc next monday - runaways trc au - three of four chapters written, not edited, but ready to post and last chapter is nearly done; had to add an opal scene in which made it longer - wesper 5+1 fic - two quick scenes to write, then editing required - fitzcrozier terror au - last scenes cleaning up, then editing required (a theme emerged) - zukka flirting fic - again, added a new scene, but was on the cusp of being done, so aiming for two weeks from now to be done - loftier goals: finish the roy/jamie, consider another roy/jamie? get the zukka marriage rivals fic close to done, get ANY progress on my tog outlander/time travellers wife/old guard au done (fucking beast of a thing), progress on the rest

[ofthornsandfury]

Seriously thinking of adding another ToG muse to the fold, probably a Next Gen one cause....reasons.

[ana-lore]

I’ve been writing again.