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EVENT MASTERLISTS

🎃 feysand kinktober 2019 🎃 🎄 acotar au week 2019 🎄 🌸femslash february 2020 🌸(not feysand)

KEY

🔥 = explicit smut 🌶 = mature themes 🦄 = fluff ☔️ = angst 🔪 = violence/gore (canon typical or less) 💕 = personal faves (sorry I had to) ☠️ = read warning of individual fic for more info!

ONE (OR TWO) SHOTS

‘cause my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol 🔥. ao3-only. modern au (5.1k) summary: Feyre is out clubbing, when she spots a handsome stranger.

I feel like I might sink and drown and die 🦄🌶. ao3-only. modern/coffee shop au. (1.5k) summary: Feyre and her friend talk about the handsome stranger in another language. He seems to understand that language. Embarrassment ensues.

give me the fucking fruit ao3-only. hades and persephone au. rating: general (0.5k) summary: Feyre and Rhysand as Persephone and Hades

lost in the way you move [ao3] 🔥. canon compliant. (1.6k) requested by @highladyofthesith​ summary: Rhys comes home late and Feyre decided to “”“punish”“” him

💕they know you walk like you’re a god (they can’t believe I made you weak) 🔥. ao3-only. canon compliant. (3.8k) summary: Feyre thoroughly fucks Rhysand until he is for once speechless

the campus special [ao3]  🦄. modern / coffee shop au. (1.1k) summary: Feyre is barista that makes custom latte art for each customer and Rhys is being a dick, so he gets something very special

the darkness that soothes [ao3] ☔️🔪. canon divergence. (1.2k) requested by @highladyofthesith summary: Rhys has been taken by Tamlin and Feyre goes to rescue him

the darkness that destroys [ao3] ☔️🔪. canon divergence. (1.3k) requested by @highladyofthesith summary: Feyre has been taken by Tamlin and Rhys goes to rescue her

💕can you make it feel like home (if I tell you you’re mine) [ao3] 🔥☔️. canon divergence. (3.5k) summary: In which Rhys saves Feyre from her wedding, but she can’t get out of her dress without help.

end of summer [ao3] ☔️🦄. high school au. (1.4k) summary: After two months away from home, Rhys had finally made up his mind. And taken Mor’s advice to heart. He would tell her.

MULTI CHAPTER

💕and if I get burned, at least we were electrified 🦄🔥☔️. ao3-only. demon!rhys au. (16.3k and on-going)

i wanted to leave him (i needed a reason) 🦄🔥☔️. ao3-only. college au. (13.6k and on-going)

it’s time we danced with the truth ☔️☠️. ao3-only. lawyer au. (12.1k and on-going) summary: in which all the High Lords are partners in a law firm and the Inner Circle is working on taking down Hybern and Amarantha from the inside.

💕accidental nudes [1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8] | i expect to get some back [ao3] 🦄🔥. modern au. (10k and on-going)

roommate au [1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5] | i pretend you’re mine (all the damn time) [ao3] 🦄🌶. roommates au. (4.6k)

it was a flood that wrecked this (and you caused it) [1 - 2] [ao3] ☔️🔪☠️. canon divergence. (4.5k) summary: Feyre and Rhys were going to have a baby, but then everything goes to shit™️

love is a ruthless game [1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5] [ao3] 🔥. hating game au. (8.4k) summary: Feyre and Rhys work together, hate each other and have sex. (aka: The Hating Game AU nobody asked for)

alone on thanksgiving? mad at your dad? read on… [1 - 2 - 3 - 4] [ao3] 🦄🌶. craigslist thanksgiving date au. (9.5k) summary: Rhys finds a date for this senator father’s thanksgiving dinner through a craigslist ad. Inspired by this very fandom famous craigslist ad.

we can follow the sparks [1 - 2 - 3] [ao3] 🔥. college au. (5.2k) summary: feyre and rhys are best friends until feyre’s hand slips, things change. aka my 69th acotar fic.

PROMPT FILLS

​““Come here.” The villain’s voice was enchanting, entrancing.” 🌶. tumblr-only. evil!rhys. rating: teen and up (0.4k) requested by @highladyofthesith​

“i’m not playing truth or dare” [part 1 - part 2 / ao3]  🔥. modern au. (4.7k) requested by @feyrearcherons​ + anon summary: Feyre is at a party at Helion’s house and they decide to play truth or dare with a more intimate circle of friends.

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me. (you owe me a kiss.)” [ao3]  🦄. feysand / morxelain / nessian. modern au. (1.3k) requested by @sleeping-and-books​ summary: Cassian, Mor and Rhys make a bet to see who gets to kiss the Archeron sister they have been crushing on first. Rhys isn’t above cheating.

“kiss me like you love me” [ao3] 🦄🌶. modern / college au. rating: mature (1.3k) requested by anon summary: Feyre is at a party and looks for a way to avoid talking to her ex-boyfriend.. some kissing ensues.

“you’re not very intimidating.” [ao3] 🦄. modern au. (1.2k) requested by @kindofawalkingpoem​ summary: Rhys falls asleep and Feyre uses the opportunity to drink in the sight of him. Well, Rhys is a prick and apparently a light sleeper?

“please… be mine. let me be yours. be the love of my life.” [ao3] 🦄. modern au. (1.2k) requested by anon summary: Feyre and Rhys are that couple that dry humps on the dance floor and Rhys is drunk and dramatic

of cats and goddesses [ao3] 🦄. canon compliant. (0.7k) requested by @illyrian-bookworm​ summary: Feyre does Rhys’ make up for his birthday party and he’s being a total baby about it

“I lost my sibling in Ikea” [ao3] 🦄. modern au. (1.3k) requested by @illyrian-bookworm summary: Cassian “get’s lost” at IKEA, wrecks havoc and Rhys tries to pick up the pieces

“there’s only one bed.” [ao3] 🦄🌶. modern au. (1.2k) requested by @highladyofthesith summary: Feyre is crushing hard on Rhys and on a weekend trip there’s not enough beds for everyone

“I accidentally threw a ball at your face during sports class, and now I don’t know if it’s broken or not but I’m really sorry!” [ao3] 🦄. high school au. (1.2k) requested by @illyrian-bookworm​ summary: It’s dodgeball day and Rhys and Cassian get a little too competitive. Feyre gets caught in the crossfire.

an impromptu lesson in anatomy [ao3] 🦄. high school / popular and nerd au. (1.4k) requested by @sleeping-and-books​ summary: Feyre liked drawing her crush, which isn’t a big deal until someone finds out about it.

you always have a choice [ao3] 🦄☔️. meeting in the er au. (1k) requested by @tavarillasgalen​ summary: Feyre and Tamlin have a fight. She ends up in the ER. A nurse helps Feyre to find a way out.

“stop teasing so much” (“make me”) [ao3] 🦄🌶. high school au. (1.2k) requested by @thesurielships summary: Rhys is trying to study, Feyre has different ideas.

trick or treat [ao3] 🦄. childhood best friends au. (0.8k) requested by anon summary: Feyre is back in her childhood home just in time for Halloween and the traditions that come with it.

“we’re in public, you know” [ao3] 🌶. modern au. (0.9k) requested by @sleeping-and-books summary: The gang is clubbing, Rhys can’t keep his hands to himself. Feyre likes it.

“I could do whatever I wanted, and they’ll still beg me for more.” [ao3] 🌶🔪. canon divergence. (1.8k) requested by @highladyofthesith summary: Tamlin has them trapped, so Feyre tricks him into thinking that Rhys has been controlling her the whole time.

dreams like nightmares [ao3] 🔥☔️. canon divergence. (2k) requested by anon summary: Feyre thinks Rhys is having another nightmare and goes to wake him. What she finds is something else.

red velvet [ao3] 🦄. canon divergence. pregnancy fic. (1.1k) requested by anon summary: Feyre is pregnant and misses Mor, who’s been gone a while. Rhys tries to comfort her and eventually succedes with the help of their unborn child.

stay here (I don’t wanna share) [ao3] 🦄🌶. canon divergence. (0.8k) requested by anon summary: The gang is out for drinks. Rhys is talking to a female and Feyre is fuming. (pre-mating bond reveal)

late night chats [ao3] 🦄. college au. (1.7k) requested by @depressedshippershit​ prompt: “I’m not sure how you got my number, but I don’t think you meant to tell me that you had another dream about doing your big presentation naked”

I’d definitely catch you [ao3] 🦄. college au. (1.2k) requested by @inez-lannister-stark-martell​ prompt: “I’m so stressed out during finals that I show up to the exam in my onesie with zero shame and you tell me I look cute”

a red dress and a terrible date [ao3] 🦄🌶. college au. (0.6k) requested by anon prompt: “we were set up on a blind date but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass“

Do you want me to go? [ao3] 🦄. college au. (1.3k) requested by anon prompt: “I told my roommate I would be gone tonight so you crash in my bed but I end up coming home and crawling in, so we both start screaming”

colours of summer [ao3] ☔️. canon compliant. rhys pov. (0.7k) requested by @nomattertheoceans prompt: "I wish you would write a fic from Rhys’ point of view at the Summer Court"

“friends with benefits” [ao3] 🔥🦄. modern au. (1.2k) requested by anon summary: Feyre usually thinks the term “friends with benefits” is stupid. Stupid because it implies that a regular friendship does not have benefits.But, in her current situation, she really doesn’t care.

more time alone [ao3] 🦄🌶. college au. (1.5k) requested by anon prompt: during a drinking game at a house party, we’re dared to kiss even though we barely know each other and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since

BULLET POINT FICS

after the games [ao3] ☔️. hunger games au. (2k) requested by anon

MISC

but with three of us, honey, it’s a side show  🔥. ao3-only. feysand + cassian. canon divergence. (2.4k)

please, let me know if any links are broken or wrong. *last updated: 18.02.2020

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I know you probably won't answer this for a while because of your personal life but I think you doing a feysand hunger games au would be neat x

omg omg omg, i know you probably wanted this as like a full-fledged fic but ever since I saw this I couldn’t stop thinking about it and hear me out (also i’m too busy to actually write this but maybe you’ll enjoy this headcanon format):

rhys and feyre are from the same district, rhys won the hunger games like four or five years ago and he’s the capitols darling bc he’s handsome and strong and clever and knows how to play their game

the year nesta turns eighteen, elain’s name gets drawn. feyre volunteers without thinking twice about it.

feyre has to be what? sixteen - seventeen at most - and she’s terrified but glad that at least elain gets to live. next year, she will be eighteen and both her sister will be safe - at least from the reaping.

so when feyre is on the train and rhys asks her about her skills, she reveals that she’s good with a bow and arrow. she’s reluctant to share much with him because she’s sure that she will die. there’s no way she could survive

as for the boy who gets reaped, he’s just another kid from the district. poor, hungry and scared to death.

rhys - who has seen too many kids die and isn’t willing to give up on either of them - tries to encourage them, but without giving them false hope

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and thank god🤍🤍

I'm glad us SJM fans can all acknowledge that Queen Maas is indeed very talented at the stories she tells, but she's absolutely got vices not the least of which are best friends/lovers dying, secret marriages, "vulgar gestures", and continuously buff big-dicked men who can fly and tbh I think that's okay it's just...aggressively visible at times

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I mean... mood. I read it and now what am I meant to do with myself until the sequel is here... lost again in sarah’s wake

So I read the first five chapters of House of Earth and Blood and let me tell you, I didn’t know I could be even more excited than I already was!!!! I want to savor this book as much as possible because the next Sarah J Maas book won’t be until 2021 but I also want to devour it because this will be the first time I get to experience reading a SJM book at it’s release with the rest of her fans and I really don’t want to be spoiled. This is easily my most anticipated book of the year and most likely I will read it multiple times because I can’t seem to do anything but read SJM books as of late.

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quite honestly the best thing i’ve read in as long as I can remember. sarah’s best work !!!!

promise you will not be disappointed if you go grab a copy. go go go

—house of earth and blood. 03.03.2020

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A House of Earth and Blood - Full Review - SPOILERS

So i’m pretty sure this is Sarah J Maas’ best book.

I say that every single time i read one of her books (except for A Court of Frost and Starlight because we don’t talk about that one), but I honestly think this one might be the best.

SPOILERS BENEATH THIS LINE BUT ALSO A LOT OF FEELINGS

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I just finished Crescent City and I feel... empty. I miss Bryce and Hunt so much already. I fell in love with both of them instantly and their story together. Everyone please read this book. It won’t disappoint you.

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OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!

I finished the book at 3 in the in the morning and haven’t been okay since!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This woman!!!!!!!!!!

Queen Maas has outdone herself yet again!!!!!

I seriously need people to fangirl and scream with atm to keep my sanity so please DON NOT hesitate to dm me or just comment and let your screams and fangirling free flow!!!!!

I don’t think I am getting over this book for a long long long loooooooooooong time.

SPOILERS AHEAD……

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You have $50.00 to build the ultimate book boyfriend:

$25 Skilled fighter

$20 Protects you with their life

$10 Has tattoos

$35 Is a fae warrior

$25 Book smart

$5 Will growl (but in a hot way)

$15 Sarcastic/dark humor

$50 Is Rhysand or Rowan Whitethorn

$20 Large wingspan

$5 Knows how to do the sexy smirk

$10 Great listener

$15 Down to snuggle

$100 Exists in real life

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Something for Rowaelin? I miss them :(

Here’s a snippet from the first official chapter of “that couple”

The air was hot and sticky, an uncharacteristically warm day in mid-May. It didn’t help that she was dressed in black – a black dress, black tights, black shoes, a black hat to block out the sun. It seemed to suck up all the extra heat and bare down on her with fervor. Sweat and tears streaked her face, leaving her skin flushed and puffy. Had she been in her twenties, she would have looked every part the grieving widow. It somehow made it worse that she was only fifteen, that Sam had only been fifteen before cancer banished him from this life, casting him to spend his eternity six feet under in a wooden box, suffocated by dirt. The thought had Aelin reaching to touch her throat, the thick air becoming too hard to breathe.

Aelin stared at the mahogany casket, floral arrangements from her own family adorning the top of his final resting place. She couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, could hardly breathe as she watched the casket sink lower and lower into the ground. When it disappeared out of sight, she turned into her cousin’s embrace, a sob wracking through her body. Her knees gave out from under her, but Aedion caught her, lifting her into his arms and carrying her away from Sam’s plot.

A soft knock on her door, followed by a low voice saying her name softly pulled her from her memories. She immediately wiped at her face with her sleeves, clearing her throat of the sobs that threatened to see the light of day.

“Yeah?” She called, expecting Aedion to walk in, but was surprised when it was his best friend Rowan that poked his silver hair into her room instead. She swallowed, pushing herself up into a sitting position, wiping at her face for good measure.

“Are you okay?” He almost sounded hesitant in asking, and Aelin clenched her jaw. She and Rowan weren’t as close as he and Aedion were, not by a long shot. They had always butt heads growing up, being sworn enemies until sometime in middle school, when they seemed to forget what they feud was even about. They were civil, friendly sometimes if the occasion earned it, but nothing beyond that. In fact, most of their interactions were on Saturday mornings when Aelin told him to move, he was blocking the coffee.

“If you’re going to be an ass, you can fuck off,” she said flatly, fingers picking at the ends of her golden hair. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Rowan, still embarrassed that he had caught her sobbing into her pillow.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m here, actually. I came over just to make you feel worse,” a joke was in his voice, almost like he was baiting her, but it didn’t work. His voice was softer when he moved deeper into the room, stopping halfway to her bed and said, “We get on each other’s nerves, Aelin. I’m not cruel.” She shifted her eyes to Rowan then, taking in his sweatpants and his t-shirt, adorned with their school mascot, hanging loosely to his form. Rowan was toned, had the body of an athlete, but he was still just a fifteen year old boy. After a moment of thought, she moved to the other side of her bed, silently offering him the place at her side. She kept the blanket tugged up to her waist to keep the chill out, the shorts she wore were too short for November in Orynth, with snow flurries expected to move into the city over the course of the weekend.

Rowan crawled in next to her, leaning back against the headboard. It was two in the morning, Aelin had no idea what he was doing awake. Everyone else had gone to sleep already, because they were due to head out early in the morning for the Holiday in the Park at the amusement park outside of the city. They would spend the day riding rollercoasters, drinking hot chocolate, eating all sorts of candies and playing all the games their hearts desired. Aelin knew that tomorrow’s date was the reason, that it was a ploy to keep her mind off of Sam. She hoped it worked.

Aelin sunk lower into her pillows, tugging her blanket up under her chin. Rowan leaned his head back against the wall, breathing deeply for a moment before turning his pine green eyes down to her. She tucked her hands into her sweater, rubbing the soft sleeve against her eyes in an attempt to push the tears back, but found herself completely unable. When she turned to press her face into her pillow, Rowan merely reached down, resting his hand on the back of her head and softly, silently running his fingers through her hair. It didn’t take long after that for her to move, closer, resting her head on his thigh until her tears calmed, Rowan never stopping the soothing movements of his hands in her golden locks. After what felt like hours, she looked up at him, eyes finally dry, and he looked back down at her.

“Tell me about him,” he said, his voice soft and gentle in a way she’d never heard before. So he sunk lower into her pillows, resting his head in his palm, and she started from the beginning, from the first day she’d met Sam Cortland, and talked and talked until she managed to drift off to sleep, her head on Rowan’s shoulder, his head against hers.

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Your Hand in Mine - pt one.

She had always been the person that burned the brightest no matter what room she was in. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius could have been in a room with the sun, and the energy in the room would still revolve solely around her. She was a wildfire, a flame brought to life. Someone who burned so bright and with such fervor that it was impossible to deny her. So when she slid onto the barstool next to Rowan Whitethorn, he had been a goner the second she sat down.

He’d found her beauty to be striking, so much so that he’d given her a double glance with the second lingering for a little too long. When she turned her head to look at him, her loose waves flipping over her shoulder, it had been even harder to look away. Especially now since her piercing eyes had locked with his, especially now with the scent of jasmine overwhelming his senses. Her lips curled into a wide grin, white teeth flashing in the dim lighting of the bar. When the bartender approached, she leaned up on her elbows, her shoulders scrunched up by her ears.

“Moscow mule, please,” she requested, relaxing with a small sigh. She folded her hands together on the counter, thumbs drumming along to the beat of whatever rock song was playing that Rowan couldn’t quite place. The rings on her delicate fingers clicked against the counter, adding extra percussion as she followed along to the music. She twisted to look at him, her eyes bright and playful. The crystal clear turquoise irises that were disrupted only by the explosion of gold around her pupils were breathtaking, making her all the more alluring. With dark eye makeup smudged around the rims of her eyes, the colors popped even brighter. To Rowan, it was like looking directly into the sun.

Her tongue darted out, leaving a glossy trail where it grazed over her lips. Rowan was entirely unable to look away from her mouth as she said, “What’s your name?”

“Rowan,” he brought his tumbler of whiskey to his lips for a slow sip that he savored, letting the flavors completely coat his tongue before he swallowed.

“Rowan,” she repeated, turning his name over in her mouth the way he’d turned the alcohol over in his own. When she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth after saying it a second time, he felt his heart stutter in his chest. She leaned over, tapping the back of his hand. “Are you spoken for, Rowan?”

“Spoken for?” The corners of his lips twitched because people so rarely used phrases like that, her accent a lovely thing that made him feel like he was somewhere else entirely. “No. No, I’m not spoken for.” Her grin widened, and she took a sip of her drink. His eyes were unable to leave her mouth as she took the straw between her lips.

“There’s a bar around the corner that has live music,” she told him, downing the rest of her drink as she got to her feet. She threw some bills onto the bar, more than enough to cover her drink and leave a generous tip. “You coming?”

“I don’t even know your name.” He was grinning as he spoke because name or no name he would go wherever she wanted. Quite frankly, he would take her hand and let her lead him straight into hell, looking like that.

“What’s in a name?” She drawled, her fingers twisting around the ends of her hair, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at the golden strands.

“That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet,” he finished, spinning the bar stool to face her. Aelin was almost standing between his legs now, her head tilted to the side in a feline way that felt a bit like she was going to pounce on her prey. Aelin’s fingers danced over his forearms and he hated that he wore a jacket, hated that he couldn’t feel her skin flush against his. Rowan felt an unmistakable pull to the woman, a pull he’d never quite felt toward another human being. “But I don’t think you want to be sweet. What is it that you want to be?”

“Whoever you want me to be,” she said, tucking her lip back between her teeth. Rowan licked his lips slowly and her eyes seemed to follow his tongue where it traced the shape of his mouth. And then she was slipping through the crowd, ducking around large bodies as she made her way to the door. Rowan didn’t hesitate, tossing money onto the counter before he followed after her.

When they emptied out onto the street, he finally got a good look at the rest of her body. She wore a berry colored plaid school girl type skirt with a white v neck tucked into it. Her long tan legs were bare, her feet covered by combat boots that hit roughly mid shin. She looked like every high school boy’s wet dream, and when she turned to look at him with her hair flipping back over her shoulder, she looked like the wet dream that Rowan would be having later that night. It felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven as he followed this blonde down the street, finding everything about her from the way she carried herself and walked to the way her hands swayed at her sides.

“I don’t know your name,” he said again, sliding his hands into his pockets as he followed her down the street.

“My name is wind,” she breathed, spinning on the sidewalk with her arms thrown out to the sides. Wind danced between her fingertips as she splayed them wide, then relaxed, a low hum coming from her lips as she embraced the slight chill in the air. Her golden hair cut through the air in a fan behind her as she spun again, this time up on her toes with a wide smile on her lips. “And rain. My name is a snippet of a half remembered song.” When she stopped spinning she grinned wider still, tucking her hands back into the pockets of her jacket as she continued down the sidewalk. This girl was every bit as intriguing as she was beautiful, as sultry and sensual as she was silly and wild.

She crossed the street, down which Rowan could hear live music floating down to them. He could feel the bass in his heartbeat, make out some of the lyrics even. He pointed down the road in a confused manner.

“Isn’t it that way?”

“We have a stop to make first. Something I want to do,” she said, that wicked smile pulling at the corners of her lips again. “Do you trust me?”

“Not in the slightest,” he laughed, and so did she - the sound of their laughter twining together a beautiful noise.

“You probably shouldn’t. What if I was crazy? Or an assassin?” She turned so she was walking backwards and held up her arm, forming her hand into the shape of a gun. Aelin squinted one eye as she pulled the imaginary trigger before her features fell back into the relaxed smile she couldn’t seem to keep off her face.

“I think I could take you,” he countered, amusement lacing his every word. It wasn’t every day you met someone like Aelin, someone whose very essence drew you in deeper and deeper with every passing moment.

Rowan followed her down the street, their conversation free and easy as they walked. When the wind blew, he caught her wild scent of jasmine and something that reminded him of sparkling embers, of a blazing fire taking over a field. Everything about her was intoxicating from her voice to her laugh to her smell to the clothes she wore. She seemed to free, so wild. Not many people carried themselves that way, but this was a young woman that took control of her own life and made it exactly what she wanted it to be. She was fearless in the way she crossed the streets, laughing when taxis honked at her for jaywalking and tossing flirty smiles over her shoulder at strangers.

When they rounded a corner several block beyond where the bar had been, he knew exactly where they were headed. A few blocks down the street he could see the bright neon lights of a carnival, he could hear the music and laughter, he could smell the popcorn and sweet scent of cotton candy from where they stood. Aelin glanced at him over her shoulder and tucked her hands into her jacket pocket.

“You still in?” She quipped, head tilting to the side. Her long golden hair fell over her shoulder, curls wavering in the cool night breeze. Rowan grinned, nodding his head as he followed her down the street.

“I’m so in.”

~*~

Aelin’s fingers brushed his lip as she held a tuft of cotton candy to his mouth that he readily accepted, parting his lips and allowing it to melt on his tongue. She smiled, sucking the sticky concoction off her fingertips and disposing of the now clean cone that had previously been stacked with a tall cloud of the sugary treat. Rowan had been sure they wouldn’t finish it, but the girl whose name he still didn’t know had surprised him yet again. This girl could consume sweets like nobody he’d ever seen, and she told him as much. It was a wonder that she was as small and fit as she was. If she consumed as much sugar as she said she did, she would have to have a very strict workout regime. He admired her for it.

“Thank you,” she said to the gate attendant, offering him a broad smile as she wrapped her arms around the fluffy pink and purple unicorn that Rowan had won for her at one of the game stands by throwing darts at balloons. He’d been incredible at it, his dart never missing its target. They were quiet as they walked up the street, turning to walk back toward the bar where they’d originally came from. She stopped on the street corner next to a sleek black car and took a key out of her purse and depositing the unicorn in the front seat. Rowan looked at her with raised brows and she shrugged. “I don’t want to worry about losing her while I’m dancing with you,” was all she said with an added shrug.

Their third destination of the evening was a bar with a live band playing outside under a canopy of stringed Edison bulbs. The crowd was an eclectic bunch, ranging from people that looked like they’d never be caught at a place like this to people wearing cowboy hats, girls with black smudged around their eyes, boys wearing sports jerseys. And then there was Rowan in his black jeans and leather jacket. Aelin in her skirt and t-shirt. They looked like they belonged together.

The two found their way to the bar and both ordered drinks, Aelin insisting that they take tequila shots. Rowan couldn’t say no to her — she herself was as intoxicating as the alcohol that they were drinking, so they ended up three shots deep before he knew it. By the time she tugged him out onto the dance floor, he was tipsy and she was stumbling over her own feet.

“I love this song,” she cooed, closing her eyes and twirling with her hands reaching toward the lights that hovered overhead. Rowan laughed, his hands catching her waist to steady her. It didn’t take long for her finger to thread through his silver hair. “I think I like you,” she whispered, rocking up on her toes with her lips at his ear.

“I think I like you, too,” he whispered back, lips grazing along her jaw as she pulled away, only slightly, to lace their fingers together as they danced.

When the band slowed down, they transitioned easily to a lazy carriage position, Aelin’s head falling to his chest and her hand resting on his shoulder while his other hand held hers. They swayed in place, not saying anything, both feeling dizzy and high from liquor. When that song ended, Rowan leaned down to whisper,”Do you want to get out of here?” Aelin nodded, letting Rowan lead her away from the bar. “I don’t live too far, I walked here tonight. Do you mind walking?”

“I’m not good enough to drive anyway, and no offense but I just got my Tesla and I don’t trust you to drive it either,” she laughed, their fingers lacing together as they walked down the street.

“I still don’t know your name,” he reminded her, and she bit her bottom lip, chewing on it as she thought.

“I told you. I’m whoever you want me to be,” she grinned when she looked up at him and he laughed, shaking his head at the mystery that shrouded the young woman on his arm. The young woman that he felt like gravity was pulling him to so much that when they reached the door to his house, he couldn’t help himself when he pulled her to him and kissed her lips.

It had started out soft and slow, just pillowy lips greeting each other in a soft and gentle caress. But after a moment, it was like neither could get enough of the other. Rowan’s fingers tangled into her hair. Aelin’s tongue slipped from between her parted lips to tease his and he was all too eager to let her in. Rowan wanted her to consume him, to light him on fire and keep it burning all night. Aelin wanted to lose herself in him, she wanted to be drunk on the taste of his mouth and high off the feeling of his skin on hers.

By the time they tumbled into his bed, their clothes were lost all over the house. If anyone were to enter, they could follow the trail of skirts and jeans, t shirts and underthings to Rowan’s bedroom door where they would find the two tangled in one another, begging each other for more, begging for harder faster more more more.

Aelin’s fingers were digging into his skin roughly, tugging on his hair as she moaned over and over. All he could focus on was coaxing more of those sounds out of her, making her beg for him until she came completely undone at the work of his fingers, his tongue, his body thrusting into her harder when she asked.

Rowan was just as intoxicated on her as she was him, groaning into her neck like he’d never for another woman before. Nobody had felt this good, nobody had set his skin on fire with feather light touches, had never made him beg while on top of him. He couldn’t stop touching her. His hands set paths of flame across her skin everywhere he touched — her waist, her thighs, her breasts. Everywhere he touched, she felt hot hot hot with wanting. It made her ride him harder, rotate her hips and grind down against him faster. When his thumb brushed that bundle at the apex of her thighs, she completely came apart, eyes closing teeth brushing against his neck. Rowan came with her, the feeling leaving a buzzing in his veins. Something he’d never felt before.

With her head dropped back and the tips of her hair tickling his thighs, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. The lines of her throat called to him as he leaned up, adjusting them so she was perched on his lap. She looked at him through hooded eyes — those extraordinary eyes — her lips plump and pink from kissing him. As he licked up the column of her throat, he tasted the thin, salty sheen of sweat that covered her body from what they’d just done together. His mouth sucked on her prominent collarbones, nipped at the curve of her neck. Everywhere his mouth anchored, he left a mark behind and relished in the goosebumps that erupted where his breath tickled her glistening skin.

Rowan couldn’t get enough of her, so after, he convinced her to stay, to lay in bed with him and let him taste her, let him make slow and lazy love to her until the sun started to come up and they both were too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

~*~

It was late afternoon when Rowan awoke, and he awoke to an empty bed. He opened his mouth to call out her name, but realized yet again that she’d never told him. Rowan shuffled out of bed, the floor cool beneath his feet as he searched the house for the girl that had so entranced him last night, only to find no one. She was gone, her clothes gone from the trail they’d left the night before.

Turning on the shower, he let out a low groan as he stepped under the steam, going straight to lathering his hands with soap and washing his body. Rowan was frustrated — she hadn’t left a note, hadn’t given him her name. He’d likely never find her again even if she lived in Orynth. It was a big city, most of his hookups he’d never seen more than the single time. But this one had been different. She had been the sun personified, a raging wildfire brought to life. She had entranced him so deeply that he couldn’t imagine not seeing her again.

It was then that he noticed the smeared black ink on his hand. He could only make out the first six digits. A phone number. He hit the wall so hard that the tile cracked and his knuckles burned. She had left her phone number and he had, quite literally, washed it down the drain.

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Authors Note: This is based off of Hands by Barns Courtney! This will be a three parter (maybe four.) I hope you enjoy 💞

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A continuation of this drabble!

It was a heavy sigh that escaped her lips as she chugged the rest of her beer. Lysandra watched her carefully, opening her mouth to speak but Aelin shook her head and beat her to the punch by saying, "I need some air. I’ll see you guys later?“ Both of them nodded and Aelin pulled on her jacket as she walked outside. 

The cold air was an icy shock to her lungs, the smell of snow wrapping around her and soothing the ache in her chest somehow. She had just started walking down the sidewalk, being extra cautious to not slip on any ice, when she heard the door to the bar swing open and slam closed again. Taking a deep breath, she began to pray to any god that would listen that it wouldn’t be - 

"Aelin.” Rowan. Fog gathered before her face from her shaky exhale as she turned to face him, shoving her hands in her pockets. "I thought it was you.“ Aelin spread her arms out to the side as far as she could manage with the restriction of her jacket. 

"It’s me." 

"I didn’t know you were back.” Aelin had moved to Adarlan for a year for an internship under one of the most ruthless attorney’s this side of the world, and Rowan had just opened his very own tattoo parlor downtown Orynth when they got the news. Despite trying to make the long distance work, they couldn’t because both of them were so busy with work. It had been a mutual decision to break up but talking to him became more difficult every day until she stopped responding to his texts all together. 

“I got back on Tuesday,” she said with a shrug. The anxiety that roiled through her had her chewing on her bottom lip so hard she was expecting to taste blood. Rowan started to gesture toward the door with his thumb but Aelin gave him a sad smile. "I didn’t expect you to wait for me. I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy.“

It was the truth. She did want him to be happy, but that didn’t stop the visceral pain in her chest. They had always been happy together, hardly having any arguments that weren’t merely a result of Aelin being stupid that they’d smooth over much faster than most other people could ever hope to solve problems. The two had been madly in love with each other since college, dating for three years until their breakup. Now, though, with the image of him kissing that girl inside so tenderly, like he loved her - like he used to kiss Aelin, vividly flashing in her mind, it hurt to tell him that he deserved happiness. He did. But she’d always thought he was going to be happy with her. 

"Aelin,” he said softly, his features faltering slightly as he took a step toward her. Immediately retreating backward to keep her distance, she shook her head tried to blink away the tears that were spilling over onto her cheeks that were rosy from the winter night. 

“I’m happy for you.” Aelin’s voice cleaved in two as her face contorted in that of pain, as she took gasping breaths that failed to steady her, as she let out broken sobs that were nearly painful. "I’m happy for you, Ro.“ 

In three quick steps he had his arms around her, one hand to cradle the back of her neck while the other wrapped around her shoulders. Aelin was shaking her head and pushing at him, even going as far to beat at his chest but Rowan was too strong and held steady, keeping her locked in the embrace. 

"I’m happy for you,” she sobbed over and over against his chest. "I’m happy for you.“

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NEW ROWAELIN AU WHERE AELIN IS IN YHE HOSPITAL AND DENYING FEELINGS FOR ROWAN BUT LYSANDRA STARTS NAMING THINGS ABT HIM THAT AELIN SECRETLY LOVES AND HER HEART MONITOR GOES C R A Z Y

IN ANOTHER LIFE, one.

“I’m just saying — it wouldn’t be bad for you to live a little, Ace. Like, he’s a hot piece of ass, and —“

“Even if I did like him, which I don’t, I wouldn’t ever pull him into…this,” Aelin sighed and adjusted herself in her chair, wincing a bit when the tubing connected to her port in her chest tugged a little uncomfortably. Beside her, Lysandra reached her hands out like she could do anything to help her best friend, but Aelin merely shook her head and relaxed back against the chair. She adjusted the cannula in her nose and sniffed before letting out an exasperated sigh that had her lips flapping together and cheeks puffing out.

“You deserve to do more than just exist, Aelin.” But Aelin shook her head, eyes sliding to the window and staring at the trees that blew in the wind. Her eyes had filled with tears and she was doing her best to blink them away when knuckles rapped on the door to the treatment room and Aedion slipped in. Aelin looked over at him and forced a smile onto her face as her cousin dropped a kiss to the top of her head and sat on the arm of her chair, careful to avoid the wires connecting her to various monitors.

“What’d I miss?”

“We were talking about Aelin’s crush on Rowan Whitethorn,” Lysandra spouted before Aelin could even open her mouth to speak. She shot her friend a look and shook her head.

“I don’t have a crush on Rowan!”

“Oh, so his eyes don’t do it for you?” Behind her, Aelin swore her heart monitor skipped. Her eyes fluttered shut. “You don’t like his tattoo? Or his body? That unusual silver hair? His handsome as hell face?” She wasn’t imagining it now. Her heart monitor was definitely on the fritz. Her heart rate had slowly increased the more she talked about Rowan. It was undeniable, and her bitch of a best friend was doing it on purpose. “What about his accent? And the way he calls you love?”

“I think she definitely likes something that you mentioned there,” Aedion snorted, tapping a finger on the screen.

The monitor started beeping so hard that her nurse ran into the room to check on her, only for Aelin to wave her away nonchalantly.

“I’m okay, Lysandra is just trying to prove a point,” Aelin told Philippa, offering a weak grin. “I’m getting nauseous.”

“I’ll go get the Zofran, love,” she responded, ushering out of the room. Aelin rested her head back against the chair and shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter, Lys. I’m…whether or not either of you two want to accept it, I’m dying,” her voice cracked when she said it out loud, the words she’d kept suppressed inside despite the heavy truth they carried. Twenty two years old and she was going to die. “I’m not dragging him into this mess. He doesn’t even know that I’m sick. I’m going to have to shave my head soon. I’m going to have to start wearing wigs and then he’ll know and then everyone will know and everyone will look at me like I’m weak and frail and I’ll become the dying girl and I just — no. No.”

Her eyes stayed on her friends as her nurse walked back in, clearing her IV with saline before injecting another liquid, the nausea medication.

“Would you like something to calm you down a bit, love?” Aelin merely nodded and watched as another syringe of clear liquid was forced into her IV. It didn’t take long for the peace to settle over her body, for her to recline the chair she sat in and turn onto her side — away from her little family — and drift off to sleep.

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Heyy can you do either “the worst part, I loved you anyway” or “I needed you. And you weren’t there” for rowaelin? Love youu 💜

AS PART OF OUR BELOVED TOXIC AU (you guys call it the military au) here is their breakup. ENJOY. “Aelin?” His voice rang through their apartment as he entered, dropping his bags by the door. Rowan had been off on deployment for the last nine months, hadn’t seen his girlfriend in four months since he’d managed to have a four day weekend and he flew home from the wastes to see her while he could. It had initially been planned that she would pick him up from the airport, but two days ago she had sent him an email that she couldn’t, and asked if he could get a ride with Fenrys back to the apartment complex. It hadn’t been a problem at all, Fen hadn’t minded a single bit.

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“Because I’m trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster.”

“Why?” He pushed into her space. She didn’t balk one step.

Indeed her eyes were blazing as she hissed, “Because it will help me understand how I did the same”

-Just when I believe my heart can’t break anymore, Elorcan surprises me