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Throne of Glass Masterlist

Rowaelin:

Nightmares and Storytelling

A Queen, A Pirate and A Witch 🎃

Wrapped Up

September 19th

Silent Zoom Calls NSFW

All Yours NSFW

A Grinch and his Reindeer 🎄

First Baby Headcanons

Welcomed Interruptions

Somebody Else & Somebody To You

The Breakfast Club

Elorcan:

Succumb To Me 🎃

Bathtubs and Tonics

The Three Amigos

Only The Best NSFW

From Lorcan With Love

Last First Kiss

Little Princess Lochan

Early Arrivals

Dad vs Dinosaur

Real Reward

Bubbles and Baked Goods

A New Chapter

Chaorene:

Crayons and Cookies

Earned It NSFW

Malide:

Traffic Lights NSFW

Strawberry Pancakes and Unicorn Blankets

Birthday Banquet

Reblogs are appreciated!

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•Elide Lochan and Lorcan Salvaterre |

“I promised to always find you. I promised you, and you promised me..."

•on Instagram made by: iparwing and timelessprintsca

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A new sketch featuring a scene from Kingdom of Ash where Aelin and Rowan take a quiet moment during their cave treasure pilfering to exchange rings! This was voted on by my Patreons for the August Sketch-a-Wish!

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It has been proposed to me that Rowan Whitethorn has a Scottish accent and now all men have been ruined for me

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Lorcan and Elide - Throne of Glass

Artist: @whimsicalillustration

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Been thinking way too much about Rowaelin and their potential children and then getting far too emotional not gonna lie

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Dialogue Directly From Ch 45 of Heir of Fire

Aelin: Yeah, you're my centuries-old fae mentor and I'm getting over a breakup, but I'd fuck you if you asked

Rowan: What?

Aelin: What?

Valg Prince Hiding Behind Tree: She said she'd fuck you if you asked

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Friendly Reminder

That when Lyria died, Rowan counted the exact amount of years, months and days he had lived without her ever since then. And when Maeve took Aelin at the end of EoS he did the same thing for her and when in KoA she asked how long she had been gone, he gave her the exact amount of months, days and hours (2 months, 3 days and 7 hours).

He only did this for Lyria after he knew she was dead. Therefore, it goes to say that a part of him thought he had lost Aelin forever.

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ROWAELIN

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“Where is Aelin.”

There was pure panic, too—pure panic as Whitethorn saw the blood, the scattered blades, and the shirt.

“Where is Aelin.” What had he done, what had he done—

Pain sliced Lorcan’s neck, warm blood dribbled down his throat, his chest.

Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”

Lorcan swayed where he knelt.

Wife.

Wife.

“Oh, gods,” Elide sobbed as she overheard, the words carrying the sound of Lorcan’s own fractured heart. “Oh, gods …”

And for the first time in centuries, Lorcan wept.

Rowan dug the dagger deeper into Lorcan’s neck, even as tears slid down Lorcan’s face.

What that woman had done …

Aelin had known. That Lorcan had betrayed her and summoned Maeve here. That she had been living on borrowed time.

And she had married Whitethorn … so Terrasen could have a king. Perhaps had been spurred into action because she knew Lorcan had already betrayed her, that Maeve was coming …

And Lorcan had not helped her.

Whitethorn’s wife.

His mate.

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WIFE

@julian-blackthorn-supremacy

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Deleting all dating apps because I wanna meet someone the old fashion way, stepping into a faerie circle and being whisked away to the land of faerie to marry a faerie Prince

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Every time I read something even remotely cute about Aelin and Rowan, my brain instantly goes to the time he K.O.’d her in HoF, and how Aelin soiled her pants and vomited as she ran to him…✨🥰soulmates🤞🌱🪶✨

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Ah yes, my favourite tropes

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Reminder that Azriel keeps the image of Gwyn's smile deep in his chest. It's likely still there, glowing quietly, even after Solstice.

But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

Azriel buried that image in his chest. He didn't discard it, he chose to bury it deep in his chest.

The thought was in his head, he caught that image and buried it where that spark in his chest was. He kept that image to keep that quiet glow in his chest. That spark brought him a smile. She brought him a smile. He probably smiles whenever he thinks of her image.

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TOG SHIPS ❤️

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Favourite Elorcan Moment

"What was that for?" Elide breathed.

"Ask me to stay." Was all he said.

Her heart began racing. "Stay," she whispered.

Light, such beautiful light filled his dark eyes. "Ask me to come to Perranth with you."

Her voice broke, but she managed to say, "Come to Perranth with me."

Lorcan nodded as if in answer and his smile was the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Ask me to marry you."

Elide began crying even as she laughed. "Will you marry me, Lorcan Salvaterre?"

He swept her up into his arms, raining kisses over her face as if some final, chained part of him had been freed."I'll think about it."