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As part of my 250 follower celebration, many of you requested that I revisit The Bathtub Scene from Chapter 5. I hope it lives up to your expectations!
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Rowan took a deep breath before he opened the bathroom door. Why, exactly, had he agreed to this? He needed to put more distance between himself and Aelin, not less. The past several days—the past several weeks, if he was being honest with himself—had completely shattered the cool distance that had existed between himself and his apparent human disaster of a roommate, and while he was grateful for their currently-amicable state of coexistence he was worried that maybe he was starting to read too much into it.
After all, it definitely wasn’t normal for your roommate to ask you to help her into the bathtub, broken ankle or no.
would you consider writing pt 2 for he really loves her?
PLEASE?
My Love For You - part two
Rowan Whitethorn x Aelin Galathynius modern au
part one (He Truly Loves Her)
A/N: this thing got me out of a writing slump and I'll never be grateful enough for you, whoever you are. I fucking love you. I know I have a shit ton of other things to write and I promised a lot of stuff to other people as well, but I do what I can do, so bear with me and be patient:))
Word count: 4,054
Rowan had rushed out of the house as soon as Fenrys had told him that Aelin had run off in tears, his stomach already in turmoil. He'd gone round the front garden and the pool, checking the outhouse and every wretched corner of the huge house, but he hadn't been able to find the girl anywhere.
He could feel his heart beating in his chest at an absurd speed and he knew it wasn't because he was running or because of the alcohol he'd consumed - although it wasn't an insignificant amount. Nor was it because Lyria had just freed him from chains he didn't even know were shrinking him.
Go for it, Rowan, it was nice while it lasted, but you're not mine anymore. And you haven't been since she came into your life, whether you realised it or not.
The words, spoken with such sincerity as to shock him, couldn't have been more true and he could hear them echoing every time he spotted a blonde mane in the crowd.
"Fuck." he cursed, stopping near the entrance to the house and running a hand through his hair. He took his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and checked his texts. Nothing.
He dialed Aelin's number, continuing to run his eyes over the people around him, and when the sound of the voice mail went off, it made him curse again. He called twice more before realising she wasn't going to answer.
He'd fucked everything up, he knew it.
A gag rose in his throat and he shoved it back down with a disgusted grimace and resumed his search, asking around if anyone had seen a blonde girl with eyes so impossibly blue and a bright red dress. Everyone shook their heads in displeasure.
Aedion had been on the verge of killing him when he'd approached him to ask where his cousin was, and when Fenrys had also stepped up threateningly, he'd realised he'd made a big mistake. And that whatever had happened to Aelin, it was definitely his fault.
He hadn't realised that he'd kept his gaze fixed on Aelin the whole time he'd been dancing with his ex until he'd been distracted by something the girl had said to him and the next second, when he'd returned his gaze to where he knew it would be what was now his most loyal friend, Aelin had disappeared.
He'd looked for her at the bar Dorian had had set up near the stairs to the upper floors, on the dance floor, outside the windows overlooking the pool, but he hadn't seen her anywhere and had stopped with his heart in his throat. Lyria had been just as shaken to see him in that state.
Aelin had been drunk off her ass the last time he'd seen her and all he'd been able to think about in that moment was that she might be in some corner puking her guts out while her body rejected the sheer quantities of alcohol she'd ingested. He knew she couldn't handle her booze well and the idea of her feeling sick made his heart clench in his chest.
He called himself stupid, thinking about how obvious every reaction his body had had. How everything good that had happened in his life over the last few months had been closely linked to Aelin.
He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, and someone bumped into him, causing him to stagger forward. He spun around, ready to scream in the face of whoever had pushed him, but it was Lorcan who stood before him, a hard, tense expression that Rowan had rarely seen on the other man's face.
He was pissed as hell.
"Lorcan-" he began, intending to ask to borrow his phone, but his friend raised a hand and he froze.
Elide appeared shortly after, laying a hand on her boyfriend's arm and smiled sadly at Rowan, "Do you need a ride?" she asked faintly.
Rowan opened his mouth to ask what had happened, but quickly realised that they knew. However they found out, the couple in front of him knew about the shitshow that was going down. He had started shaking his head, ready to say that he couldn't go home until he found Aelin, but he didn't have time to speak that Lorcan did it for him.
"You should sleep it off. You're so drunk you can hardly stand and you're in absolutely no condition to talk to her." he said, clenching his jaw, "I'll take you home and tomorrow, after you've cleaned the fuck up and cleared your head, you can decide what to do."
Elide glared at him, elbowing him lightly in the side, "What my grumpy boyfriend is trying to say is that we'll give you a ride home, where you'll sober up and when you're not in danger of vomiting at every word, then you can try calling Ae. You've done enough for tonight and she probably needs some time alone."
Rowan's eyes widened, remaining silent at Elide's steady voice. He had spoken to her earlier and she had been as drunk as he was. Lorcan didn't even look at him as he passed him and headed for their car, shaking his head and muttering about how incredibly daft he'd been.
Elide tried to smile at him to reassure him somehow, but he didn't feel any kind of relief.
He needed to talk to Aelin, but they were right. He was in no condition to talk to his friend- to whatever Aelin was to him at that moment. And he knew perfectly well that she hadn't been either, at least not when she'd left the house.
The car ride was exhausting and so long that Rowan wondered where they were actually taking him, and when the car stopped at yet another red light, he lifted his head up from the window, rubbing his eyes. "How do I fix this?"
Elide looked over his shoulder, "It's not about fixing things, Ro. You just have to tell the truth."
Lorcan nodded beside her, clasping his hands around the steering wheel, "Aelin may not be my favourite person and I know you had an agreement that whatever happened between you wasn't true, but I think she forgot that at some point, just as I was convinced you had forgotten it too, until tonight." he said in a harsh voice. He looked at him through the mirror, "Why were you dancing with Lyria?"
Rowan didn't know how to answer, so he didn't.
Elide sighed, placing a hand on Lorcan's thigh, and the rest of the ride passed in silence as he remembered all the times Aelin and he had been alone and she had done that exact same thing. He huffed, shaking his head. What a fool he had been.
He thanked his friends, getting out of the car and staggering to the entrance of his building and turned to wave at them again, letting them know that he had managed to open the door. He climbed the stairs with considerable difficulty and only began to hear distinctive, broken sounds when he reached the fourth flight of stairs.
The higher he climbed, the clearer the sound became and the haze of confusion that clouded his mind slowly cleared up more and more with each step. When he reached his floor, his mind fully cleared to the figure of Aelin slumped against his door, her body repeatedly shaken by the sobs of a desperate cry.
Rowan felt his lungs constrict to the point where he could no longer catch his breath. He took a step forward towards her, stopping with one hand on the railing at a safe distance, because he knew that if he got too close, nothing would stop him from clutching her to his chest and taking her into the house with him.
She looked so small on the surely frozen tiles.
"Aelin." he whispered and hoped the despair in his voice wasn't too obvious.
Her head snapped up and the sight of her face contracted into a grimace of pain almost brought him to his knees. She cried harder, bringing her hands up to cover her face, and Rowan was terrified that something else had happened in the time he had been at the party looking for her.
He'd seen her cry before, in the months they'd been so close that they'd shared more than he'd ever shared with anyone else, but never like this. Never with such... hopelessness.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, perhaps in a slightly too surly tone, because she winced. But it wasn't anger, what he was feeling, it was pure terror that the reason Aelin was in that state was all about him.
She shook her head, folding her legs beneath her and rising from the ground. She bent down to pick up her bag and when she pulled herself up again, she faltered slightly, giving away how drunk she actually was. She shook her head, bringing her hands to her hair, "Sorry- I'm sorry, I'll go now," she sobbed. She didn't look at his face. "I don't know why I came." Rowan couldn't help but feel worse when she added, "I'm leaving, sorry."
Her voice broke again on the last words as more tears flowed down her cheeks and when Aelin walked past him, there was shock on his face.
"Aelin." he called to her again, his voice so faint he struggled to hear himself. She froze in her tracks, her arm brushing against his, and lifted her head to look at him, holding her breath.
She raised her golden-blue eyes to his and Rowan swallowed, feeling himself dying inside at the gruesome sight. It was his fault. The reason for her make-up being ruined like that. The way her breathing was laboured and her body trembled from the cold. It was his fault that Aelin was there now, suffering and crying.
His eyes fell on her lips instinctively, as they had done for the last four months in which they had lied to the world. In which they had lied to themselves.
He knew exactly what he would feel if he brushed her lips with his, if he ran his thumb over that pink mouth. He had learned to know every inch of those perfect lips. He'd learned to love them as if his life depended on it.
He'd just been too stupid to realize it himself.
"Come in." he told her plainly, extending a tentative hand towards hers. The moment his fingers brushed against hers, Aelin tensed and he withdrew his hand, not wanting to frighten her.
It was as if he were dealing with a wounded animal.
And though he had learned to read every expression on Aelin's face, now he could only tell how terrified she was, not knowing if that fear was directed at him or something else.
He grimaced when she didn't answer and closed his eyes, turning his head towards the door of his flat, ready to hear her walk away, but he felt her hand tighten around his pinky finger and he turned his head towards her. She had stopped crying and seemed to be holding her breath again, just as he was doing now.
He felt a rush through his body as her fingers tightened even more around his.
He looked down at that small gesture and felt his heart explode in his chest.
He smiled weakly at her and pulled her towards the front of the house, praying to every god in existence that she didn't let go.
The first time Rowan had held her hand, Aelin had complained about how big his was, and the second time Rowan had offered her only his little finger, big enough compared to her tiny ones, so that she could cling to him holding only that single finger.
They entered the house in silence, both of them still dulled by what had just happened and the alcohol and Rowan let her follow him around the house as he turned on the lights and made sure the heating was on for the night.
The cold in his flat could be nasty.
Not that he should have warned her, Aelin had slept there so many times with him that she knew better than anyone.
He sighed, finally looking at her and wondering how they had gotten to that point.
Looking at her swollen, red eyes, her cheeks still wet from crying and her complexion so pale she looked sick, he made a decision.
He closed his eyes, leaning his back against the wall behind him, and Aelin took a step forward, almost completely adhering to his body with her own. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, as if he was exhausted. "We should sleep." he murmured, "Talk about," he moved a hand in mid-air, "whatever this is tomorrow. We're both drunk and I'm not going to-"
"You're right." she interrupted him and her voice was scratchy, still weakened from crying, "We should sleep."
Rowan slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her amidst the alcohol, the exhaustion.
Aelin tried to return the smile, but seemed to remember something suddenly and pulled away from him, letting go of his finger and moving two steps away. She averted her gaze and swallowed loudly, "I'll sleep on the couch, just let me get my pajamas and then I'll leave you alone."
Her pajamas. Yes, because Aelin had a drawer of her own in this flat. And she had a toothbrush that belonged to her in the bathroom and a bathrobe and some fucking tampons.
God, he'd been so stupid.
They were already together and he'd been the only one who hadn't been aware of it really.
Then her words caught up with him.
He furrowed his brow, "You're not sleeping on the couch."
Aelin looked at him surprised. She opened her mouth and closed it and then opened it again and Rowan wanted to tease her about how she looked like a fish, but the words she spoke blocked him.
"But Lyria..."
He gritted his teeth, "Lyria is not the woman standing in my living room right now." he said icily. Then he pulled away from the wall, bringing his hands to Aelin's hips, and she sighed at that touch. Rowan leaned over her, pressing his forehead against hers, "If the only reason you don't want to sleep in my bed is because of her, then I don't want to hear your bullshit." he whispered against her lips. "If you don't want to sleep with me because of me, because you can't be around me, then take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch, but I'm not," he trembled, "I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm not going to sleep in another room while you're here in my house if the only thing blocking you is Lyria," he concluded breathlessly, as if saying those words had worn him out even more.
He opened his eyes and his green collided with her gold.
Aelin nodded slightly, letting their lips brush together, "Alright."
Rowan kissed her softly, sighing in relief when she pressed into him, making parts of her body cling that he hadn't touched since Lyria had spoken to him again a few weeks before. When they broke away, his hand stayed on her hip until she pulled away from him to get ready for bed, and Rowan tried desperately not to stare at her as she slipped off the tight little red dress that - thinking about it now - had certainly done nothing to protect her from the freezing cold of Rifthold. She must have been freezing to death out there waiting for him.
She slipped into her pajamas quickly and when they were both under the covers, Aelin gave her back to him, letting him wrap his arms around her and hold her to his chest, cradling her so that sleep could take her easily.
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Rowan awoke to the sound of someone throwing up in his bathroom.
And his phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand.
He opened his eyes, grunting in pain as a twinge hit him in the head, but he reached for the phone, answering it without seeing who the sender was, "Hello?" he mumbled into the microphone.
"Rowan." exclaimed Lorcan in a voice too loud for his liking, "Have you seen Aelin? Has she called you, texted you, anything, since last night?" the panic in his voice was palpable and Rowan snapped to his seat as a feeling of sheer terror spread in his stomach.
He looked down at the blankets beside him, unmade in a way that meant only someone else had been sleeping with him. He suddenly remembered Aelin on his doorstep, crying as if someone had just crushed her world. The way he had kissed her before embracing her in her sleep.
He couldn't have imagined that. He couldn't have-
The sound of the toilet being flushed caught his attention.
He stood up quickly and his head spun so badly he had to lean against the wall to keep from tumbling.
"Rowan? You there?" asked Lorcan more urgently.
He looked out over the bathroom, catching sight of Aelin's mass of blonde hair as she leaned over the toilet.
He wanted to ask her if she was okay, but he needed to answer his friend so he could get rid of him and talk to her as soon as possible, make sure everything was all right.
"She's here."
Lorcan breathed a sigh of relief and then cursed, "Fuck, tell her never to do anything like that again." then Rowan heard him telling Elide that Aelin was okay and was at his place and the string of insults aimed at the blonde in front of him that came out of the other girl's mouth made him suspect that they had been looking for her for a long time. His suspicions were confirmed almost immediately, "Lysandra woke up this morning and found her bed empty. Couldn't reach her in any way. We've been looking for her for an hour now." he took a deep breath, "I'm glad she's there with you. Have you two talked yet?"
Rowan didn't answer, "I'll talk to you later." and hung up, not waiting for Lorcan to bid him bye in turn.
Aelin gagged again and he grimaced, crouching down beside her on the floor and gathering her hair into a fist, "Hey baby, how are you?"
She grunted, without lifting her head from the toilet, "Like someone's pulling my guts out of my throat."
Rowan chuckled, stroking her back with a warm hand. He shifted his gaze from her to the clock on the wall, seeing that it was past nine. "How long have you been like this?"
"An hour, probably," she murmured, stopping when another gag rose in her throat. She sighed when nothing came out but spat anyway, "How do you feel?"
He smiled, yawning and rubbing a hand over his eyes, "Like someone who can handle a hangover."
She chuckled, eyeing him sideways, "Asshole." she muttered.
Rowan could finally see her face and the smile died on his lips. He knew the glint from the tears in her eyes was from the vomit, but he couldn't stop his mind when it showed him images from the night before.
"How are you?" he asked again, meaning something completely different from what he had asked only mere seconds before. And maybe he'd used a different tone, maybe he'd made a different face, because Aelin's face also transformed and became more serious.
She stared into his eyes, biting the inside of her cheek, "I am." she replied, shrugging.
Rowan inhaled sharply through his nose, "Aelin."
"Rowan." she said. She raised her eyebrows, as if to ask him to continue.
Start, he mentally corrected himself. He owed her an explanation.
The hand on the small of her back slid to the floor and she seemed to regret the lack of that contact, but he couldn't bring himself to touch her at that moment. The hand in her hair let lose as well.
He didn't look away though, as he said, "I'm sorry, about last night."
Aelin didn't react in any way, giving him a sign to continue.
"I shouldn't have even looked at her, Lyria. I had you next to me and I don't know if it was out of habit or because I thought she was the one I wanted, but I went to her and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for using you all this time without realising what I was actually doing to you," he said, forcing himself not to look away. Her eyes betrayed nothing. "I know we had an agreement and I did nothing but stick to it, as you did, but I should have realized it was becoming something else when you stopped talking about Sam, when you started calling me more often to go out alone with me." he sucked in a breath, bringing a hand to his chest, "I'm sorry for all the nights before last night and for all the times I believed it wasn't real. For making you believe it wasn't real."
Aelin made a sound like a wounded animal, "What wasn't real?"
"My love for you," Rowan said, looking her straight in the eye.
She pulled herself up to sit up straighter and her jaw twitched, but he saw something shine in her gaze.
"I love you, Aelin, and I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner," he murmured, laying a hand on her thigh. She shifted her eyes to where he was touching her, before returning them to his face. "You came into my life out of nowhere and turned it upside down and then slowly you came in here and started leaving your things behind and in the meantime you were also getting into my heart and I didn't-" he had to stop himself because the emotion threatened to become too much. Aelin smiled at him and her eyes became even shinier. "I didn't realize it until Lyria asked me who I was looking for and I asked her what she meant and she told me that she had stopped talking over a minute before, but I had been too lost looking for someone in the crowd to even realize it. Because I was too lost looking for you."
A tear slid down Aelin's cheek and her hand rested on his, but she remained silent.
"I don't know when I stopped pretending, but I know it had been a lot sooner than I can even realize, and I'm sorry if I'm a stupid idiot and it took me too long and a near alcoholic coma before I realized how much I fucking love you, but... I love you, Aelin." he whispered the last part, breathing out a laugh, as if even he couldn't believe his words.
Aelin chuckled through tears and looked around, "God, I never thought we would confess our love on the floor of your bathroom."
Rowan stiffened, becoming all serious all of a sudden, "Our love?"
Aelin wrinkled her forehead, "I love you, Rowan, and if you haven't figured it out yet, you're probably dumber than I thought." she smiled, leaning towards him.
Rowan opened his mouth in surprise, but didn't have time to say anything as Aelin's mouth was on his and he moaned at the first swipe of her tongue against his, closing his eyes. And he wouldn't have even noticed it at that moment, the bad taste of that first real kiss, if Aelin hadn't pulled away from him suddenly, bringing a hand to her mouth and exclaiming, "Oh my God, our first kiss as a real couple tasted like vomit."
And her face was so disgusted that Rowan couldn't help but laugh, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him until she was sitting on his lap and he didn't care if Aelin tasted like vomit right then. He wouldn't have cared if she tasted like vomit for the rest of their lives, if it meant he could see that smile that now glowed on her face every morning when he woke up.
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Here’s a short oneshot I wrote, just needed some fluff as a break from Ivy. It’s not proofread so hopefully it doesn’t suck!
-1200 words
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The sun was just starting to shine over the horizon, the streets beginning to fill up as the day started, his fellow cop Fenrys was in the passenger seat next to him, acting way too energetic for the early hour, and Rowan Whitethorn just needed a cup of coffee. Their patrol had just ended ten minutes ago, and he was fully ready to drop off the squad car, drive home, and fall asleep.
Except he couldn’t, because he had paperwork to file for the bar fight they’d stopped the night before, and then he had to bring his own car to the shop because some idiot had rear ended him, and then Fenrys was dragging him around for the rest of the day because he’d determined Rowan acted too much like a “sullen recluse” and needed to get out more. Hence the need for some caffeine.
Despite being partners for the past few months, ever since Rowan had transferred to Orynth from Doranelle, he hadn’t warmed up to Fenrys too much besides basic pleasantries, simply due to the fact that the other man was so … much. He talked all the time, his volume was never anywhere near the level Rowan would like, and he liked to be a meddler and bother Rowan about his life outside of work.
Like now.
“So this bar we’re going to tonight, I don’t know if you’ve had the chance to go yet,” Fenrys prattled on, and Rowan barely listened, staring at the red light at the intersection they were stopped at. “But there’s always the hottest girls there, I’m telling you.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing internally. “I went there last week with Connall, and I showed a group of them my badge, and they were all over me.”
Rowan tuned him out, grumbling as the light turned green and the car in front of them stayed put. He quickly put his blinker on and switched lanes, driving around them. There was a coffee shop on that side of the road anyway, he knew. They could stop there real quick before getting back.
“I’m not interested in finding anyone, Fenrys,” he huffed as the man kept talking. But that was the wrong thing to say apparently, because his brows shot up, a grin lighting his face.
“And why is that? Does Rowan Whitethorn already have a girl?” The words were wrought with laughter, glee evident in his eyes. Rowan just rolled his again.
“No, but I’m still not interested,” he repeated. It was true, he wasn’t. After his failed relationship with Lyria, Rowan hadn’t put himself back out there, and he wasn’t planning on it anytime soon. He didn’t need anyone else to be happy, and it wasn’t worth the effort of trying anyway.
“I think you just need to get laid.” Rowan turned to glare incredulously. “Maybe it’ll help loosen you up, you’re too stubborn.”
“Gods, help me,” he muttered as he put his blinker on again, turning into the parking lot of the coffee shop. It was a quaint place, with a dark green roof and plants lining the front of it, making it look more like a garden than a cafe, but it still had a drive thru, so he pulled into that, rolling down his window as he slowed to a stop at the speaker.
“Hi! What can I get you this fine morning?” A musical voice crackled through it, also sounding way too chipper.
“Just a large black coffee,” Rowan said without even looking at the menu, closing his eyes for a second as he waited for confirmation to pull up to the window.
“And a date!” Fenrys yelled from his seat, and Rowan shot him a dirty look. “Got anyone willing to go out with this fine piece of ass?” He continued, chuckling, and Rowan sighed.
“I’m so sorry,” he grumbled into the speaker, “ignore him”. But the woman on the other side just laughed, sounding too amused by the situation.
“I think I know who needs this coffee,” she said, “Not quite awake yet?” There was a hint of teasing in her voice, and Rowan made to respond but was cut off by Fenrys yet again.
“Rowan’s always like this,” he said, “it’s in his nature.” Rowan gave him a crude gesture, but he just laughed again.
“You can’t catch a girl by yourself, Rowan?” The voice said, “Not even with the whole cop thing going for you?” Fenrys smacked him on the shoulder, mouthing “see?”, but Rowan furrowed his brows. He opened his mouth to ask the question on his mind, but the girl answered it before he spoke. “Security cameras on the wall, I can see you guys sitting in your squad car.” His cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment. “And I think your friend is right, you seem a bit grumpy. Maybe a date would do you good.”
It was the same thing Fenrys said to him on a daily basis, but it annoyed him a lot less coming from this mysterious person. She sounded about their age, maybe a tad bit younger, and the sound of her voice was a soothing balm to his soul, even though he didn’t even know what she looked like, nonetheless who she was.
“We’ve been on shift all night,” he managed to say, trying to act casually, knowing she could see them. “I’m tired.”
“And horny,” Fenrys added, and Rowan flushed even more in anger and mortification.
“Please stop talking,” he said, hoping the girl hadn’t heard him, but his hopes were dashed when she laughed again, the sound warming his chest.
“Well maybe you should be the one to take care of that then, since you seem so interested.” That brought a smile to Rowan’s face as Fenrys spluttered, having no comeback.
“Thanks for that,” he directed to the speaker, chuckling slightly.
“No problem at all, he seemed a little too cocky,” she said, “and you can pull up to the window now, I’ll have your coffee ready.”
Rowan laid off the brake, scooting forward and ignoring Fenrys’ pouty expression. He came to a stop next to the window, reaching into the pocket in the door to pull out his wallet. He shuffled through it, grabbing his card, and then sat back up, his jaw dropping slightly as he made eye contact with the face behind the voice.
She was drop dead gorgeous, with long golden hair pulled back into a loose braid, and clear turquoise eyes with what looked like a ring of gold making them sparkle.
“That’ll be $2.50,” she said with a smile, and he closed his mouth, fumbling with his card as he remembered himself. He passed it to her, shivering slightly as her hand brushed his. Fenrys was smirking at him as he leaned back, waiting for her to be done, and then all too soon she was passing it back, handing him his coffee with her free arm.
“My name’s Aelin by the way,” she added, a teasing grin on her face, and then she was closing the window, shooting him a wink as she left.
Rowan ignored Fenrys’ laugh as he smiled at his cup, spotting the phone number written in black ink on the side, accompanied by the words
This is the first in a four-part Fensterin mini series! There will also be some companion pieces for the other Cadre boys and their lovely ladies (because Cadre Weaponry has tampered with my brain and now I’m obsessed).
Summary: She’s a badass with a motorcycle. He’s a soccer player with a heart of gold. It’s a short and sweet Fensterin college AU!
Warnings: just some language - it’s the boys, they can’t help themselves.
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Fenrys was standing with the rest of the guys when the motorcycle pulled into the parking lot. They were hovering outside the building that housed the gymnasium along with some classrooms and offices, all of them shirtless and most of them dripping with sweat. All six of them were members of the varsity soccer team, and they usually didn’t have practice on a Friday, so they met up after their last classes to go for a run.
Usually he didn’t pay much attention to the vehicles that moved through the parking lot, but something about the sound of the bike as it roared by him caught his attention, and when he looked, he was almost positive it was a girl driving.
He shook off his curiosity in time to hear his best friends trying to make plans for the night ahead of them.
“I’m just saying,” his twin started, “we go to the bar like every Friday night. Don’t you think we should do something different?”
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For the employees of Terra and Cadre magazines, the Annual Prythian Printing Holiday Away was usually a weekend full of festivities. However this year, with less than twenty fours before the trip, haunted memories cause two employees’ secret affair to fall into shambles–their hearts along with it. Will a weekend in the mountains be a time of healing or are the scars left behind too deep to overcome
Trigger warnings: non/con, abuse, ptsd from abuse
content warnings: NSFW
prompts used:
Anon: inner circle-secret santa exchange
Anon: Feysand- friends don’t do this kind of shit
@justgiu12: Nessian- just shut up and take your pants off, best sleep I’ve had in a long time
@sjm-things: Nessian- counting freckles while the other one sleeps (to both of you I know I’m months late on these prompts. they were written down in a notebook and I lost them. sorry! but I found it so hey! better late than never!
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A/N: Y'all here we are the end of this lovely tale. Meg and I would love to issue our thanks to all of you for reading and supporting our story. We couldn’t have done with you ❤. As we mentioned previously, we will be continuing a writing journey together with more fics on the way. If you’d like to keep tabs on our future works be sure to follow @starborn-illyrian. Our next big, Archeron, will be soon and were so excited for you all to read it!
Since we’ve been hitting you guys heavy with angst these past couple parts. Enjoy the filth and fluff that is part 6.
From the bottom of our hearts,
Thank you,
@starborn-faerie-queen & @illyrianwitchling
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A Holiday of Healing
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Starborn-faerie-queen
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With a well rested groan, Cassian shifted slightly, careful to not wake Nesta, removing his arm from underneath her body. He hated to move, but his own body was stiff crying out in pain. He needed some relief. That sadly the warmth of Nesta’s body couldn’t provide. Strands of her honeyed hair stuck to her face, an affectionate grin tugged at the corner of his lips. Brushing away the stray pieces with a swoop of his hand, Nesta burrowed into the pillows with a relaxed groan.
Cassian reached out to the night stand, grabbing the bottle Rowan dropped off, taking his dosage. Tossing the pills into his mouth, he caught the shimmering reflection of crimson. Nesta’s gift. For later, she told him. Then she unleashed her past on him. He was sure some of the ache, especially in his chest, wasn’t from the accident. But her story. Nesta was one of the strongest people he knew. For her to suffer like that and keep it inside to continue on every day… Cauldron, he admired her more for it.
Taking one long look at her sleeping form, Cassian went for it. Taking the small box quietly, he unwrapped it. Inside there was a scarlet tie and a piece of paper. He chuckled. It’s been months since he saw that tie. He remembered Nesta pulling him down on her, undoing the silken fabric, tossing it aside as it landed perfectly into her wine glass. Sure enough upon further inspection, half of the tie was darker than the rest.
His attention dropped to the neatly folded slip of paper. Nesta was silent still, breathing heavily. He picked up the paper, unfolding it. Her elegant script covered the page along with random splotches of ink smeared across discolored parts of the paper. He realized she must have cried writing this. He held his breath and read.
Learning how to give the perfect blow job (from a podcast)
“Baby”
“Sit down, you’re swaying on your feet”
“I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil by accident, and I’m about to pass out.”
Though Aelin felt bad about Lysandra finding out about her and Rowan via the school gossip machine, she didn’t have time to dwell on them. Because Rowan’s birthday was fast approaching, and it was occupying almost all of Aelin’s brain space. She had absolutely zero idea what to do to commemorate his seventeenth year on earth. It wasn’t as if she had to do anything big; Rowan actively disliked celebrating his birthday. In fact, if Aelin hadn’t insisted that he celebrate every year, he probably wouldn’t. But she couldn’t just get him nothing. This year was different. But it was only two days away, and she was stumped.
Aelin chopped her carrots extra roughly as she let her mind wander to all the things she could possibly get for him, but nothing felt right. She felt utterly and hopelessly distracted as she prepared dinner for her dad.
“Everything okay, Fireheart?” Rhoe asked as he entered the kitchen with a raised brow and picked a rogue piece of carrot from the floor where it’d flown off Aelin’s cutting board. “You and Rowan aren’t already fighting, are you?”
It’s here!!!! Shoutout to @nalgenewhore for the cute moment with Dee Dee and the plant and for the adorable moment with the pendant.
Summary: It’s a Coffee Shop AU meets Rival Tattoo Artists AU meets Elorcan - do I even need to say anything else?
Warnings: Light smut (but heavy dirty talk) and language.
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Walking out of the bathroom, Elide smirked at her reflection as she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that hung in the hallway. Her boyfriend was definitely going to like her outfit of choice.
She stepped into her bedroom, eyes falling on both of her cats where they were snoozing on her bed. “Alright, babies,” she greeted, reaching out to pet both of their little heads, “listen up. We’re going to have some visitors this weekend, so you’ll have to play nicely, okay?”
Jett gave her a long slow blink, burrowing deeper into the blankets as Elide fixed her tiny purple shirt. Jello merely rolled onto her back in an attempt to get more belly rubs, which she happily obliged.
Careful not to mess up the perfectly messy bun she managed to wrangle her hair into, she snuggled both of her cats until she heard a knock on the door. “Here we go,” she squealed, causing both of the cats to give her curious looks, though neither of them bothered to follow her out of the bedroom.
A/N: today I found a list of prompts that I just l o v e d and I decided to write an Elorcan short story cause I really really love them and I just don’t write them enough, so please enjoy this fluff turned mild angst and then again fluff I guess.
I’ll make the masterlist soon, in the meantime enjoy!:)
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Just the epilogue left! That will likely be up sometime this weekend. Enjoy!
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Two months passed, and soon Aelin stood before her closet once more, carefully selecting a gown. Today she would be crowned Queen of Terrasen, and though she had worked for it for so long she found she was still nervous.
Lysandra looked up from where she was carefully arranging a bouquet of evergreen boughs and delicate laurel blossoms, representing both the beauty and the longevity of her kingdom. “This is it,” she said quietly. “In a few short hours, you’ll be queen.”
here’s elorcan’s first kiss AND elide’s first kiss in one! i’m super happy with how this turned out, so i hope you enjoy!!
Last First Kiss
WORD COUNT: 976
SUMMARY: Elide and Lorcan are on their third date. When they decide to finally make things official, they want to have that first kiss that's been building up over the past months.
Elide was more than thankful for Lorcan's gentlemanly behaviour. The older man held her hand, wrapped his arm around her waist and often hugged her in greeting. They were both aware of how inexperienced she was, how Lorcan had already had a long term relationship before and was familiar with all the ins and outs of those kinds of dynamics. Elide, however, hadn't even had her first kiss. But, when they were on their third date and Lorcan hadn't even pecked her lips, she was beginning to worry that he didn't want her the way she wanted him.
Sat upon a tartan blanket, the pair were sprawled out between the trees, buried deep within the forest on a picnic date. They were making a whole day of it: meeting at the store to pick the food together, driving 45 minutes to the woodland and walking with their wicker basket until they found the perfect place to eat. The gentle sound of a stream buzzed in the distance, the birds singing within the trees drowning out the sound of crunching as they ate.
"Lorcan," Elide started, placing her strawberry back in the pullet and wiping her hands on the napkins they'd brought. "I know this is our third date, but we've been talking for a few months now, and I was wondering if we could... Y'know, make things official."
Despite the questioning tone, Lorcan's lips pulled up into a small smile. "Official? So I can finally call you my girlfriend?"
Her cheeks burned, no doubt turning red. Girlfriend. He wanted to call her his girlfriend. Already seated on her knees, Elide crawled across the blanket. Lorcan was most likely getting an eyeful of her breasts, the olive green dress she was wearing was far too small on her chest and she was just happy they weren't falling out. Now that would not be good.
Settling between his legs, Elide smiled up at the man before her, knitting her arms around his neck and dipping her fingers into his hair. He licked his lips, hooking his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. She was up on his thighs now, her legs either side of his hips and their faces inches apart. "I want that. But I need to know you won't be gentle with me. I'm not as fragile as you think," she breathed, hating the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach as Lorcan nuzzled his nose against hers.
The grin that pulled on his mouth was simply wicked, especially as he dropped his mouth to her jaw. Elide pulled at his hair, suppressing the moan that bubbled inside her as he kissed, licked and even nipped at her skin. His hands braced her back as he lowered her onto the blanket, being sure not to put his complete weight on her as he hovered above, kissing down her neck as she arched into his touch.
"Lorcan," she breathed, hooking her legs around his waist, her feet resting on the backs of his thighs. He pulled away, hair falling across his brow as he looked down at her, lifting a hand to cup her cheek, thumb stroking gently. She smiled, a silent message passing between them as she nodded, the smallest dip of her chin that had him leaning in.
At first, it was a ghostly caress, his lips drifting over hers before they disappeared again, only to come back even more passionately. He turned his face into it, his nose pressing against her cheek as his lips, softer than she had expected, pressed to her top lip. Elide followed, pouting her lips out and meeting his bottom lip as they slotted into place. She could taste the salt from the chips they'd eaten, but there was also a taste beneath, a taste that was so cleary Lorcan.
He was completely engulfing, and she would happily drown on the feeling of his lips against hers. He didn't push for more, didn't reach to grasp her breasts or slip his tongue into her mouth, he simply kissed her over and over. And still, her entire body tingled, her hands moving to rest against his chest. A few seconds passed until Lorcan pulled away, pressing a last kiss to her mouth and removing that warmth she now adored.
There was a small smile on his lips as he pulled her back up, running his hands through her hair and letting them rest on her hips. Elide took a moment, staring at his collarbones before she met his eyes, his smile only growing. "What?" she chuckled, moving to rest comfortably against his thighs.
He began to trace patterns on her waist, making her want to shiver in all the best ways. "That wasn't too gentle for you, was it?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.
Rolling her eyes, she cupped his cheeks, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and shaking her head. "No, it was... Everything I wanted and more," she smiled, feeling completely giddy and high on his kisses.
The kiss he pressed to her forehead was ever comforting, calming her wild heart. He held her close, hands warm on her back, "I'm very honoured to be your first kiss, girlfriend."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rocked gently, pushing them both back so she was atop of him. Laughter flowed from them both, Elide leaning up on her elbows and pressing another kiss to Lorcan's lips. She would never get bored of the feeling. "I'm very happy you were my first kiss, boyfriend," she grinned, her cheeks aching with euphoria.
Boyfriend. He was her boyfriend. Lorcan Salvaterre was her boyfriend. Her first boyfriend, her first kiss... hopefully, her first everything. The rest of the food would have to wait, right now she wanted to get another good taste of something much more filling.
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The day after the dinner party in the late afternoon, Celaena was whiling her time away by flipping through the pages of the latest monthly issue of the fashion magazine La Belle Assemblée when she recieved a note of invitation from Lady Towper, one of her recent acquaintances, to a walk in Hyde Park later that afternoon with her and Mrs Burnwell, another society lady Celaena had befriended. The wording made it quite clear it was more a summons than an invitation and having spent the morning by herself, Celaena was eager enough for company that she happily put down her magazine and called for her pelisse and outerwear with alacrity. Twenty minutes later she was roaming around the park when Lady Towper spotted her, gliding across the path—there really was no other way to describe her graceful movement—with an elegant swish of her skirts and a look of exaggerated distress on her countenance, followed by Mrs Burnwell who looked rather piqued. “Dear Miss Sardothein,” cried the former, looping an arm around hers. “How glad I was to hear you accepted my invitation. I wanted to take a walk around the park, refresh myself and Mrs Burnwell recalled you were rather fond of exercise and suggested we take you along with us.”
It’s me, back with a brand new Fensterin oneshot! Not really a surprise, we all know I love them more than just about anything else. This was actually based off of a prompt sent in by a lovely nonnie - I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: “best friends fake dating bc person A asked person B to come home with them (idk why maybe family issues (up to you)) during the holidays!!! (bc we need some of that cheer rn) and of course… there’s only one bed, etc., etc., maybe eve mistletoe ??”
Summary: Fenrys Moonbeam and Asterin Blackbeak have been best friends since they started college. When Fen’s parents mistakenly think they’re dating, he decides to ask her to pretend to be his girlfriend and come home with him for the holidays. Nothing can possibly go wrong, right?
Warnings: Just language this time, since Fen likes to tell his twin to fuck off.
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“Rin!” Fenrys yelled, just a touch of panic in his voice, letting himself into the apartment his best friend shared with her cousin. “We gotta talk!”
Manon rounded the corner, a beer bottle in her hands and a wry smirk on her face. “She’s in the shower, Moonbeam. Want a beer?”
Shaking his head, he just started for the stairs, brushing the snow out of his hair. It had started snowing on the walk from the gym to Asterin’s apartment, which meant he was stressed and wet. Not a great combination, as far as he was concerned. “Nah, maybe later, Blackbeak.”
“Good,” she crooned, falling into her armchair that he always said made her look slightly like a mob boss. “I wasn’t gonna get you one anyway.” Her lips twitched, and he could tell she was fighting back a chuckle.
Ugh. I’m not totally happy with this, but if I kept tinkering with it, it wasn’t ever going to come out. So, here it is, in all it’s half-assed glory. This chapter was such an important piece to the story and I’m just not ecstatic with how it sounds. Oh well, we must move on. I’m still outlining a few things for the next part, so it is going to take a bit to get out. I’m hoping to get a good chunk of writing done over New Years. Anyways, please enjoy this shit-show. 💙💚💜
Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕
Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13
Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘
Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, language, NSFW
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Cardan tossed his phone on the comforter, watching it drop softly onto the mattress with a light bounce. Before falling backward, his head landing on the pillows behind him. Unlike his roommate, he generally enjoyed Christmas. No, he wasn’t the I have to wear a Santa Claus hat every day starting December first, kind of guy. Cardan likes the season well enough. Jude, however, seemed less inclined to do that. She much preferred the autumn and the seasonal holiday of Halloween versus anything merry and bright. His roommate being the person purchasing all the pumpkin flavored items she could get her hands on, before gingerbread and peppermint took over the shelves. Every Holiday season he had to strike a deal just have her help decorate. This. What he wanted to ask of her wasn’t about decorating or binging Christmas movies. This was a Christmas party. With his mother of all people.
She was the complete opposite of Jude in every way. Especially this time of the year. His mother’s house was fully decorated before Thanksgiving ended. She began baking Christmas treats soon after. Wardrobe consisting of fair isle, reds, greens, and plaids with class she always said. Peppermint and gingerbread flavored everything, Holiday music on repeat. To the point, you could hear it in your head as you slept. A walking Christmas card. Jude’s nightmare through and through, and that’s only the season.
“I just don’t get it,” Fenrys said, tossing his drumstick up into the air and catching it. “The little parasite isn’t even two months old, why must we do this?”
Lorcan shot him a hard look, “‘Cause Elide wants to and it’s important to her, ok? We’re doing it.”
Fenrys opened his mouth to say something, but Rowan cut him off, “Lay off, pup. He’s in love with her - how could he say no?”
“Shut your mouth, Whitethorn,” Lorcan snarled, directing a fierce glare at his roommate. “That’s not why we’re doing this. And I’m not in love with her.”
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