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In Good Hands

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Female Reader

Summary: You draw the short straw and have to work part of your shift in the ER, but Dr. Robby makes it a little more tolerable.

Warnings: Touch-Starved Reader, Praise Kink, Power Imbalance, Workplace Romance, Competency Kink, Flirting, Eye Contact, Robby Invading Your Personal Space

Word Count: 600+

Tags: @bulletproof-love-replies @skittles-archive

The first time Robby ever praised you was at the bedside, his lips curling into a satisfied grin after you helped him place a chest tube on one of your more difficult patients. You weren’t even supposed to be there that day, weren’t ever supposed to cross his path or catch his heated gaze from across the bustling chaos of the emergency room. But there you were, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his body wash melting into his skin as he generously talked you through it. It was almost enough to do you in right then and there, reducing you to a pathetic puddle of hormones as you blushed a telling shade of crimson, your mouth suddenly agape in front of both him and your patient.

Good girl.

Two simple words was all it took to tighten that coil in your stomach, to take your breath and power away completely before he hummed a smug tone of triumph under his breath. His eyes had darkened as he watched that blush spread down your neck and into your chest, nodding in silent approval as if he’d gotten what he came for before quickly removing his gloves and leaving the room.

You’d convinced yourself that you were overreacting, that you’d imagined the intimacy of the interaction as it replayed in your mind every time you saw his name on a patient’s chart. It was a feeling that you simply couldn’t shake, one that made your mind wander to a place of pent up desire, often rushing to a state of wanton lust. Lust that was only fueled by his sudden presence on your floor a few nights later, shocking you to your very core. He claimed to be checking up on the patient in question, a coffee in hand with your name on it, something he subtly slid over to you as he had you pull up the patient’s chart in front of him.

Coffee for you? No one’s ever done that before, let alone a hot doctor from another department who got off on giving you pet names.

His breath was hot on your neck as he read the chart over your shoulder, sending a flash of goosebumps all the way down your spine as he whispered the surgeon’s notes aloud. You felt your heart begin to race with each diagnosis he muttered, thumping so loudly in your chest that you swore he could hear it as he pointed to an image on the screen, leaning in even closer. You could smell the toll the day had taken on him, the pain and panic of fighting off death and disease, but his natural scent still shone through.

“See that?” He practically whispered into your ear as he pointed to the insertion site of the chest tube. “That’s the good work that you did. I know he’s in good hands up here with you, but if you need anything, anything at all, I’m gonna give you my personal number.” He pulled back just enough to take the sharpie off your scrub top, scribbling his phone number just below your name on your coffee cup.

You stared up at him in disbelief, no longer trying to hide your blush as he held your gaze. He was close enough to kiss you, close enough to make you nearly forget that you were at work as you stood before him, utterly entranced. You could see the wrinkles in the skin around his eyes as he smiled at you, clipping the marker back onto your shirt, his calloused fingertips brushing against your chest in the process.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll give you a call if I need something.”

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Whenever I talk about whatever media I’m into at the moment imagine I am presenting the characters to you like this

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Dove & Captain Series Masterlist - Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader

Words in Total: ~60k

Pairings: Dr. Jack Abbot x fem!reader

Synopsis: She's his Dove. The ER nurse who is the definition of chaos, trauma and humour in scrubs. He's her Captain, gruff, emotionally guarded war veteran with a prosthetic leg and completely in love with her. Six years together, a mortgage, four dogs and the ability to conquer anything. This is a story of their life in one day. He is 49, she's 30. This is one day of their life based on the 15 episodes of 'The Pitt'. There will be little imagines of their relationship over the years.

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Trauma, Medical Language/Procedure, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, etc.

Hope you enjoy :)

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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if anyone is ever mean to her ever again i won’t respond for my actions

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I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

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rowan should have kicked chaol’s shit in i’m so serious

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ghost in the wind — masterlist [azriel]

summary: all your life, your presence had been nothing more than a faint kiss of a breeze—nothing impactful, nothing worth noticing. nothing at all. until you entered prythian.

pairing: azriel x reader

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chapters

part one | all your life, your presence had been nothing more than a faint kiss of a breeze—nothing impactful, nothing worth noticing. so why did it hurt so much when that remained the case after moving to prythian? (3.8k)

part two | after gaining some clarity on your position in the court, azriel takes you to see the city. but by the end of the day, he's left with more questions than he started with. (3.9k)

part three | as feelings progress and truths unfold, you're left with a decision that could end your entire existence as you know it. the mother has a path for every soul, perhaps this was where yours was supposed to end. (5.8k)

part four** | struggling to get a grip on your newfound power, azriel is the only one your magic allows close. and there’s no stopping either of you when you spend the night alone together. (6.7k)

part five** | harnessing your power is growing easier by the day, and madja finds out some interesting things about witches souls. (6.4k)

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The foxes: so-

Andrew: no

Neil: hey a-

Andrew: I guess. You convinced me. You really did something there with your words. I’ll do it.

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Happy early Valentine's I finally finished this scene <3

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Come and Play

This is… a little something 👀

Warnings: NSFW, and I know I’m never seeing god | Word Count: 1,900

If there was one thing Aelin Galathynius was certain about, was that she despised her boss. He was the definition of an asshole, always broody and never cracking up a smile or compliment. Not only that, but he was also annoyingly smart, in a way that made him able to keep up with her snark which made him ten times more annoying.

He always demanded more of her: more dedications, more hours, more availability.

He wasn’t a bad guy per see. He’d given her all her days off and half of his when her uncle had died last yar. She’d tried to thank him then, but he just waved it off, telling her to come back rested to work.

“What was the verdict of the Archeron case?” He asked her as she sipped from her steaming cup of coffee which she’d just poured. It was what she did on her break, but Rowan Whitethorn didn’t seem to understand what a break was.

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The Great War - Chapter One

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A/N: This formerly was Secrets & Lies, I have decided to rewrite it as my style as matured and in a year, I have decided to change where the story was going :) I have no idea when I will be able to update this, but this will become my main focus once Illicit Affairs and Wires are over :)

I post this chapter at the occasion of the second day of Rowan’s week: Rowan and the cadre @rowaelinscourt

Warnings: blood, violence, kidnapping | Word Count: 4,600

Lorcan Salvaterre felt the tug on his blood oath a few moments before he woke up. It left him panting in his bed, the growing need to please uncomfortable at such an early time of the day. Or maybe it was still the night. He didn’t truly know when the line between night and day was. Not that he particularly cared.

As if on automatism, without any thoughts behind, Lorcan got dressed and his feet walked him toward the throne room. His mind was thinking of the reasons why his Queen would call for him at such an hour. Usually, at that time, she called for one of the twins. More often than not for Fenrys, her favorite.

Lorcan was not naïve enough to believe she had changed her mind about her rejection of him. He would die before he could know what her skin tasted like, before he could know what it felt to have her. It made him feel sick.

And he wasn’t enough of a bastard to envy the twins on how they serviced his Queen. Yet, he didn’t have enough heart to pity them. All the blood-sworn knew what was going on behind closed door, and they were all in a silent agreement to never speak of it.

The last time he had been called amid the night, he’d been sent off to war with his companions and hadn’t seen Doranelle’s rivers in five years. He made a mental list of every Kingdom with which Doranelle had tensions. Terrasen was high on his list, but he crossed it off almost immediately.

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I Don’t Want To Wait, Masterlist

Rowaelin High School Best Friend AU

Summary: Aelin decided that this was the year she was finally going to kiss her best friend. She just hoped it wouldn’t ruin everything.

AN: Rated M for swearing, underage drug use and drinking, and all kinds of sexual experimentation. Slow burn as hell. Always accepting prompts for this one.

Chapters:

one // two // three // four // five // six // seven // eight // nine // ten // eleven // twelve // thirteen // fourteen // fifteen // sixteen // seventeen // eighteen // nineteen // twenty // twenty-one // twenty-two // twenty-three // twenty-four // twenty-five // twenty-six // twenty-seven // twenty-eight // twenty-nine // thirty // thirty-one // thirty-two // thirty-three // thirty-four // thirty-five // thirty-six // thirty-seven // thirty-eight // thirty-nine // forty // forty-one // forty-two // forty-three // forty-four // forty-five // forty-six // forty-seven // forty-eight // forty-nine // fifty // fifty-one // fifty-two // fifty-three // fifty-four // fifty-five // fifty-six // fifty-seven // fifty-eight // fifty-nine // sixty // sixty-one // sixty-two // sixty-three // sixty-four // sixty-five

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Rowan POV:

20-22

Outtakes:

sixth grade seventh grade eighth grade

Musical Inspo:

IDWTW Writing Playlist IDWTW 2 Writing Playlist IDWTW 3 Writing Playlist Rowan’s Game Day Playlist Aelin’s First Day Of Junior Year Playlist Rowan’s Apology Playlist Aelin’s Valentine’s Playlist Senior Year: A Rowan and Aelin Collab

Fan Art:

Sad/Happy Aelin (by @gracie-rosee) Teenage Rowan (by @laraexia) Pink Haired Aelin (by @laraexia) Rowaelin Kiss (by @gracie-rosee) Game Day with The Babes (by @artbycharlizeed) Badass Aelin (by @artbycharlizeed) The Babes At Halloween (by @artbycharlizeed)

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Nightmares - Feysand/Nyx fluff

Rhys only awakened once during the short night, when the door was opened. He was reaching for his sword when Nyx came running toward the bed.

He ran to Feyre’s side of the bed first.

“Nyx, come here,” Rhys whispered.

Nyx’s striking blue eyes met his and Rhys frowned at the wetness surrounding them.

He patted the bed and Nyx rushed over to him and hugged him.

Rhys squeezed him back as he heard his son sniffle.

“It’s okay buddy, you’re okay.”

He kissed his head and then finally managed to tilt Nyx’s face up.

His sons expression was solemn and he could see the fear in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“I- I had a nightmare.”

Rhys picked up his son and rocked him a bit.

“Would it help you to talk about it?”

Nyx looked up at him and nodded.

“A monster was chasing me in the woods.”

Rhys took his face in his hands and used his thumbs to clear away the tears.

“It’s okay. Monsters can be scary, even I’m scared of them sometimes.”

At that Nyx started crying more.

“Hey hey buddy, whats wrong?”

“Daddy, I’m a monster.”

His son lifted his hand which ended in a claw. The room’s only source of light had been the moonlight through the window which is why Rhys hadn’t noticed it before.

His son’s fingers had transformed into talons. Talons which were very similar to the beast within Rhys.

He took his sons hand and kissed each talon.

Nyx looked at him confused.

“You’re not a monster Nyxy, you’re the best person I know alongside your mom.”

“But I have claws!”

“So does our dog Rafee, do you think he is a monster?”

Nyx shook his head.

Then Rhys held up his own hand and let the beast within him a bit loose.

Nyx stared mesmerised at his fathers transformed hand.

“Do you think I’m a monster?”

Nyx shook his head, “No.”

“Exactly. We have been blessed with power and this,” he tapped his son’s hand, “is a power, and as long as you use it to protect and do good… well you could never be a monster.”

Nyx nodded and then just like Rhys had, Nyx gave a peck on Rhys’s talon hand.

Rhys’s heart melted some more there and then.

“I love you son.”

“I love you too.”

Nyx snuggled into Rhys for a bit longer.

“I ripped my sheets”, he confessed.

Rhys kissed his sons head again, not letting go and waiting for Nyx to relax some more.

“It’s okay, I didn’t much like those sheets anyways,” he tapped his sons nose, “but don’t tell your mom I said that.”

Nyx giggled.

“Can I sleep with you and Momma today?”

“Of course you can.”

Nyx layed down in the centre of the bed after Rhys fluffed up a pillow for him.

Soon he heard Nyx snore and Feyre turned around in her sleep to face them. Only she wasn’t asleep.

She had tears glistening in her eyes, and she leaned over and kissed Rhys. Cupping the side of his face, she pecked his nose afterwards.

“I love you.”

“Love you more darling.”

She gave Nyx a soft kiss on the cheek and went back to her side.

Rhys was just about to fall back asleep when he heard, “and don’t think I didn’t hear what you said about the sheets.”

Rhys groaned and snickered at the same time.

This is probably the last you’ll be seeing me for a while so thought to leave two posts today ❤️

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I'm a simple girl. I see rowaelin babies, I read.

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i will never apologize for being such a rowaelin slut, and that’s the tea

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Cardan's Letters to Jude

—burned by Lady Asha

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for old times’ sake

rowaelin month day 6, prompt: “the firstborn arrives.”

post-canon fic

a/n: the beginning is a little Aedion/Aelin-centric but has more Rowan content toward the end. also this was supposed to be purely fluffy shenanigans, but it got a little deep oops

wordcount: 3.5k

tw: language

Aedion Ashryver was going out of his godsdamned mind.

When he had received the message at Caraverre after nearly a year of his cousin commanding him to stay away—saying there was nothing for him to do in Orynth and that he was to enjoy his time with his wife in their territory—telling him to rush to Terassen’s capital city to an attend to an urgent matter, but not specifying what that matter was, he had been filled with nothing but dread.

Lysandra had tried to calm him to no avail their entire, frantic journey, where they had only stopped to rest when when their mounts were on the verge of collapse, riding hard and fast for Orynth until they were aching and sweating on at the outskirts of the city’s towering white walls.

It had been nearly a decade since the war against Erawan and Maeve, but Aedion still woke some nights in a cold sweat after nightmares darkened his sleep with images of his blood-streaked hands as he fought outside Orynth’s walls, or Lysandra lying in a cot with fiery hatred in her eyes, or his cousin trapped in an iron coffin across the sea. 

So, he didn’t think that the fact that his first reaction upon receiving the vague message was a sense of wrongness that made it hard to breathe, a fear that coated his bones and weighed him down, was all that unwarranted.

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