#aelin x f!reader

[rowaelinsdaughter]

can i pla request rowaelin x reader where reader doesn’t know they’re mates and feel guilty for being attracted to both of them meanwhile rowaelin are internally begging for her to notice the bond

GUILTY

a/n;;; i got a little carried away but i loved writing this :")

WARNINGS;; guilty feelings, long chapter

she shouldn’t be feeling this. she should have done something earlier. but there was no coming back… she was in love with the queen and king of terrasen, and she felt guilty.

everything started with aelin. she entered one day to her bookstore looking for some books for her to read and to send some of them to her friend, dorian havilliard, the king of adarlan. she was going to bow when aelin told her not to, she had enough of it in the castle, she said. 

she asked her what books she was looking for. romance with some spice scenes she said. and while she entered the storehouse, aelin was cleaning the sweat in her hands. she gave her the books and told her to come back if she wanted anything more. of course. 

and she came back twice a week, sometimes she ordered some books, sometimes she didn’t buy anything… but she had the feeling that the queen of terrasen was in her bookstore for another reason. and one day she came with the king of terrasen. he was beautiful, they both were. you had been feeling something for aelin. her attention towards her, how she would always come to her bookstore when she knew for sure there were better bookstores in orynth. 

6 months passed, and she loved them. both of them. in the past few months, they had taken her out on dates, she had read with aelin in her castle room, rowan had helped her with the store… they had done things they shouldn’t have done, but they did, and now she was in love with the queen and king.

she was reading with aelin in her room, like so many days. they had decided to read the same book together and then comment on it. as they finished the last page, aelin said. “i don’t have words to describe it”

“me neither” she looked to aelin and found her eyes on her mouth. she pressed them together but aelin was still looking at them, she was going to say something when aelin kissed her. her tongue entered her mouth, she tasted like lemon verbena and kissing her was like being in heaven. but she was married to rowan, she was a married female, she had a mate. she pulled apart.

they were breathing fast, but she managed to speak “i can’t, i can’t” and she left, running to her home, leaving aelin in the room with tears rolling down her face. 

a month passed and she didn’t hear of them or saw them, as if they had already forgotten about her. but it was easier this way. it’s better this way.

it’s better this way. 

it’s better this way. 

it’s better this way. 

but she wasn’t better.

she missed them.

she missed spending the afternoon reading with aelin.

she missed going to walk with rowan.

she missed laughing with aelin and how rowan’s eyes would light up. 

she missed them like she hasn’t missed anyone. 

she had felt it the day aelin kissed her, had felt it when rowan would take her hand, a tug in her heart and a voice in her head. go. it would say. go, where?. go, just go. and it was her mother’s voice, who had told her to go every time she was with them. and know she knew what she meant. go with them. go where you feel safe. go where you are loved. go with your mates. 

mates.

she was their mate. 

and she felt guilty for it. for loving them, for being their mate. and she cried. cried for a love that was impossible. 

she had fallen asleep, her eyes red, and her mouth dry. but an incessant knocking on her door, had awakened her. she looked at the wall-clock. 2 am. barefoot, she made her way to the front door, and when she opened it… aelin was there. 

her blue and golden eyes were red from crying, bags under them, and her usually shiny hair was dull, without life. she knew rowan was near, keeping an eye on the street. 

“i need to talk to you” aelin whispered.

should she let her enter? do it. 

so she did. 

she led aelin to the couch, as she sat down, she watched as aelin started to pace. “i know that you may not want to see me or rowan, and i know i should have come the day you left, but… i didn’t know what to say or how to explain what we have, that you are our mate, and” a breathy laugh “gods, this month apart have been like being in hell, because that is what our lives feel without you. hell. we’ve been trying to tell you for months, but we were scared you would run away the moment you knew it.” she walked to her and she watched as aelin kneeled before her, taking her hands. and the tears she thought were dry, started to flow again like a waterfall. 

“but i want you to know that i love you. rowan loves you. we love you. because you are the light in our nights. you are the piece we were missing. so please, let us be yours.”

she kneeled before aelin. moving her hands away from her, she took her face with her hands, cleaning the tears with her thumbs. “i love you aelin, and i love rowan. i love both of you” aelin pressed her forehead with her’s, and a cold wind opened the window, and they watch as a hawk entered the room, and then turned into rowan. he walked to them and kneeling, he embraced both of them. he had heard everything. 

she felt the bond sing with happiness as she melted into her mates.

well done, darling… i love you. i will always love you.

EPILOGUE

she heard a little voice talk to her. but she was dreaming and that voice… she knew that voice. 

“hi there baby” 

evalyn. 

she wasn’t dreaming then. 

she blinked a few times, getting used to the sunlight that entered the bedroom. she watched down and she saw her. her silver hair was knotted, but her green eyes were bright as she talked to her belly. 

“good morning darling” she said to the little girl.

“good morning mommy” she called her mommy, while she called aelin mama. she looked again at her belly. “you think she can hear me?”

she let a low laugh. “of course she can” she said, stroking her hair. evalin climbed higher until her head was resting on her breast, and she hugged the little girl. 

aelin and rowan watched her two girls. 

we did it rowan. 

we did it, fireheart.

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

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[throneofsapphics]

thin doors 

Rowaelin x Reader 

Summary: “Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it,” with Rowaelin. 

Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), this is pure smut, minors dni!

A/N: for this. 

Aelin’s hands tangled in your hair, tugging you closer to her. Heads tilting, your lips met, teeth nipping, your hands slid to brace her waist, tearing from her to kiss down the side of her neck, gently sucking - not harsh enough to leave a bruise, just enough to draw those beautiful noises from her. 

You felt Rowan press against your back, from the corner of your eye he cupped the back of Aelin’s head, tilting her to give you more access to her neck, before meeting her lips with his own. 

You’d never get tired of the two of them. 

Aelin distracted you, her hand cupping your breast with a rough squeeze. A soft whimper, but you countered, the soft fabric of her dress a thin barrier, running your thumbs along her chest, her nipples peaking beneath your touch. 

The second Rowan released her, you gently pushed her back, letting her hit the wall before dropping to your knees. 

Rowan huffed a laugh, but helped gather the skirt around Aelin’s waist. 

Bare. 

You tilted your head up, Aelin’s unabashed smirk looking down at you. “Well?” She drawled, “are you going to get to work?” 

You pinched her hip, but kissed up the inside of her thigh as she threw the other over your shoulder.

Rowan had moved, barely - not that there was much space in the broom closet, but enough to give him room to watch. 

If he wanted a show, you were more than happy to give him one. 

One kitten lick, and Aelin’s hands were in your hair, a loud moan falling from her lips. 

Pounding on the door froze you in place, Aelin’s hand stilling on your head, her dress falling - covering you and her. Gods, hiding under her dress - not that it did a very good job. 

“Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it,” Aedion yelled. “Far away from my rooms.” 

You shifted the fabric, popping your head out from under. Rowan had shoved around the two of you, probably ready to give the male a piece of his mind - for interrupting his wonderful show. 

Aelin’s hand grabbed his shoulder. Somehow she’d balanced against the wall on one leg. Your head tilted in admiration. 

“Piss of cousin,” Aelin countered, and shoved you back under her dress. 

[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 4: Lost in history /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: The research for a way to send her back started, but they come to the conclusion that there's only one person that can help them now.

Word Count: 2,1K

Warnings: Just our babygirl Y/N being sad.

Notes: We have some Elriel content and i admit that it feels werid writing about them but soon things will change hehehehe

Main Masterlist

Worlds Apart Masterlist

“This is all I have that mentions other worlds.” The red headed female from yesterday's training spoke, her red hair was covered by a blue hoodie, a stone resting peacefully against her forehead. Just like Petrah wore too. 

“Thank you..” She motioned for the female so she could tell her name.

“Gwyneth, but you can call me Gwyn.” She nodded. 

“Thanks, Gwyn.” The female smiled at her, before spinning on her heels and leaving her alone, walking away.

That morning, Rhysand had appeared again, she had to hold herself as she stared at those violet eyes, he wasn’t like Maeve, he already proved that. He had told her that they were already looking for answers, ways of getting her back to her world. She had asked him how she could help, and that’s how she ended down there.

The priestesses walked around in silence, their dresses rustling against the marble floors, books and more books adorned the walls, the smell of dust and parchment filled the cavernous space. Aelin Galathynius would love a library like that one. The two had discovered a common interest in books during the time she spent in Orynth. 

The dream of creating their own book club felt like a very distant memory now. She was rather fond of the Queen, Aelin was just amazing, and she saw her for what she truly was, a survivor, just like Y/N. So young having to deal with all of that, she admired her strength, the courage to wake up everyday and fight for the world she wanted.

She shook her head, thinking about it wouldn’t help, and she would just be sad, more than she already was. So she stuck her nose on the pages and read everything she could about other worlds. 

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She closed the last book with an annoyed growl. Nothing. Absolutely nothing helpful on those pages. She wanted to bang her head against the nearest wall, the whole fucking day spent in theories, nothing concrete in how to access those said worlds. 

“Nothing?” A deep voice sounded, she turned her head, Cassian was standing there. “I won’t say we're having much more success than you.” She took a deep breath, getting up and stretching her muscles.

“I sat here for hours and not a single thing was useful. For a library that big, someone would think you have more information than that.” She started to follow the male. 

“Thank you, I've been saying that for centuries.” He led the way towards the endless stairs that would take them back to the surface.

“How old are you exactly?” His head turned to the side just enough so he could see her from his peripheral vision. 

“I’m 539 years old.” She stopped in her tracks. “I know it sounds old for such a young female like you.” He turned fully to her.

“How old do you think I am?” A smile danced on her lips.

“I don’t know, 22?” She then laughed, walking past him, starting to go upstairs to get out of that library. 

“Thank you, but I'm 105.” She explained and Cassian gasped loudly. 

“You’re not.” She nodded her head.

“I am. Witches tend to age very slowly.” She emphasised the world very, and Cassian found himself intrigued. Obviously they also aged slowly, but he didn't imagine the same happened in her world as well. 

The rest of the way was silent, as they made their way towards the House of Wind, as Nesta had introduced yesterday. The house responsible for her warm bath and fresh clothes this morning as well. She had thanked the house quietly, but Azriel had caught the faint whispers, so used to them, thinking it was very sweet of her. 

More people had joined the dinner, the smell of food lingered in the air, conversations floated around and she found herself surrounded by more strangers. A female holding a baby that looked like a younger version of Nesta. A black male with white hair, sitting by the side of a small female with silver eyes and short hair. 

She greeted all of them, introducing herself and waiting for them to do the same. The male was called Varian and Amren was by his side. Feyre and Nyx were High Lady and heir to the night court. They all looked at her with curiosity, everyone seemed to look at her like this lately, even when she was back at her home. 

“So you are the pretty female that the skies blessed us with.” Amren spoke. She reminded her of Lin, with her narrow eyes and deep black hair. 

“Amren, will you keep what I told you in secret, please?” Morrigan exclaimed, sipping on her wine. The smaller female just rolled her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal.

“Well, I guess so.” She poked a piece of lamb. Her goblet filled with wine but she craved something else. She craved blood. 

“Hopefully you had more success than us.” Feyre spoke, her sweet voice sounding like a fresh breeze. The baby slept clutched to her chest. Y/N knew she was staring at him, but she didn’t care, her memories drifting to a distant time, where a baby just as tiny as him never had the chance to live, and she paid a bitter price for her actions. 

“I.. hmm…” She cleared her throat, everyone was waiting for an answer, their eyes glued to her. Her scar throbbed with the attention and she had to hold back from flinching with the pain that pulsates on the skin. “No, I have found nothing useful.” She concluded, sipping on the wine, making a frown at the taste, blood tasted way better. 

“Not fond of wine?” Amren mocked, like she knew exactly what she wanted. 

“I just like something a little bit different, that’s all.” She didn’t want to disrespect them in their home, Asterin would be disappointed if she did so. So she downed the wine with the food, pretended to participate in their conversations and watched as the night progressed out of the window.

“We need to check Koschei.” Rhysand spoke, this caught her attention and she started to listen again. “It’s been weeks, we need to know what he’s been up to.” The name caused her blood to run cold, she didn’t know what, but something about this creature left her on alert.

“Who is Koschei?” She asked, their heads turning to her, Rhysand shared a look with his mate, like they were having a silent conversation before he spoke again. 

“He’s a powerful sorcerer bound to a lake.” He started. 

“For now.” Morrigan corrected. 

“Yes, for now. We want to defeat him before he becomes an even bigger problem than he already is.” She studied them, how the whole table felt tense with the conversation, like they were afraid of this thing, something told Y/N that she should feel afraid too. 

“Maybe he knows something.” Nesta started. “He’s from another world as well.”

“What? Do you want to go there and ask him how to open a portal to another world?” Amren mocked and Nesta gave her a hurtful look. 

“No, but maybe we can find a book about him, someone that knows his history or something like that.” She defended herself.

“Nesta is right.” Cassian spoke, hand squeezing her thigh under the table. “We’re already looking for a way to free Vassa, we can ask Lucien to try and help with this too.” 

“That is a great idea. I’ll send him a letter, it’s already time for him to visit us.” Feyre chimed in, her blue eyes sparking with happiness at the thought of seeing Lucien again, it’s been months since he left with the Band of Exiles. “You’re going to love Lucien.” She turned to Y/N.

“If you think so.” Meeting more people, she was so excited for that. With a loud yawn, she excused herself and retired to her room, she had to wake up early to go for a ride on Meraxes, she could hear the winds calling for her.  

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“I swear there’s nothing going on.” Azriel promised, but Elain still refused to hear him. After their argument the day before, she had come looking for him in the training field, just to find her glued to his back, and Azriel allowing it as she claimed.

“What I saw yesterday would love to disagree with you.” She poked her untouched food, they were in a reserved table on a restaurant across the Rainbow, he just wanted that argument to be over. 

“It was just training, my flower.” He begged, rubbing his hand over his face in an attempt to calm himself, he didn’t know what else he could say to convince her. “You chose me and I chose you, despite everything, that female cannot change that.” 

If he only knew how wrong he was. She looked at him with that spark in her eyes, hands clutching his scarred ones and bringing to her pink lips in a sweet kiss.

“You are right, she’s not better than me and she never will.” His shadows moved as if they disagreed, they were always quiet in Elain’s presence and he never knew why. They didn’t darted towards her like they did with Y/N more times than he could count in the short period she was there.

“Yeah, let’s just eat and go home, please.” He begged and Elain nodded.

The rest of the dinner felt bitter against his lips, his head throbbed and when he rested his hands on her lower back to lead the way home, it felt wrong, so wrong. He swallowed the feelings and kept trying to convince himself that he chose this, this is what he wanted. Three sisters to three brothers or whatever. 

Elain’s hands cupped his cheek, and she lifted her body to the tip of her toes, kissing him lightly on the lips, saying her good night to him, disappearing into her room at the River House. 

He closed the door behind him, flying towards the House of Wind in a starless sky, dark clouds covering the beautiful night. When he landed on the balcony, he slowly stalked towards his room, but his shadows urged him away from it, towards the library. 

From the open arch on the stone wall, he could see her, a tiny nightgown covering her body, some strands falling loose from her braid. A book clutched in hands as she sat against a window, eyes glued to the sky. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” He said, his voice hoarse. She turned to him, those beautiful eyes penetrating his soul. She closed her book.

“There’s a storm coming.” She raised her finger, pointing outside. 

“How do you know?” Stars still littered the sky from where he could see. 

“I can hear it's calling.” Azriel nodded. She had a defeated expression on her face, all he wanted to do was to soothe the furrowed eyebrows and tell her everything would be fine. “Do you think I'll ever find my way home?” Tears glistened in the moonlight, burning her eyes. 

“I don’t know.” He answered with honesty, he didn’t have the answer for that, and as much as he wanted to help her, something inside him didn’t want her to go back. He shushed that part of him, hiding them in the shadows of his heart. 

“I wonder if they miss me.” She looked outside again, ever since Asterin died, she felt like she lost her space in the world, like she didn’t belong anywhere, if she disappeared would anyone notice? Would they find a way to get her back? All those questions and self doubt weighed on her soul, crushing her until she couldn’t breathe. She blinked the tears away. 

“I’m sure they do.” She could hear the pity in his tone, and she hated that, she knew that if she looked at him he would have that look on his face, the one everyone had when they looked at her. Manon, Fenrys, Aelin, Shearah, Elide and all of them, the same pitiful glare reserved just for her. She didn’t want to face that here as well.

So she got up, leaving the book behind and walked past him, as fast as the winds, but his warm hand caught her arm, forcing her to stop. Her head whipped back, eyes locking with his golden ones. 

“I’m so sorry if I offended you.” His voice was gentle, calming.

“I don’t need your pity.” She barked in anger. 

“I wouldn’t dare.” He promised, and she just nodded, freeing herself from his grip, going to her room, locking the door and throwing herself under the blankets. The skin of her arm felt warm where he had touched. And that night, after tossing and tuning for what felt like an eternity, she dreamed about that male again.

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[shadowdaddies]

Heyy, can I request anything with Fenrys?❤️

hii love, yes you can! (I interpreted this to mean I can write anything with Fenrys but if you mean you have something in mind to request just send it on over) 💜

A/N: I have both fluff and angst requests for Fenrys in my inbox rn and I'm in a mood today so I went with smut

Wild Things

Fenrys Moonbeam x f!Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, pretty much pwp, oral f!receiving, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint, minors dni

The warm Terrasen sun beat down on your shoulders, your chest heaving as Aelin tossed you a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow. You had worked hard at training this afternoon, pushing yourself even harder when you felt Fenrys’s eyes on your ass in your leathers as he watched you from the shade.

Aelin’s eyes flicked to where your mate stood across the field, a knowing smirk accompanying her laugh. “Get out of here,” she shooed you, and you gladly took the opportunity to get out of the summer heat. Turning to see that Fenrys was no longer waiting for you, you trudged your way up the stairs to your bedroom, eager to strip and bathe. 

Tossing your towel to the bedroom floor, you shucked off your boots and padded into the bathroom, savoring the feel of the cool tile against your feet. Bending over to peel the restrictive fabric from your legs, you gasped as familiar hands gripped your bare ass, kneading the skin there as Fenrys let out a low groan.

You smirked, wiggling your hips in a teasing manner before stepping out of your pants. Yanking you by your top, Fenrys roughly turned you around, wrapping your hair around his fist to tilt your face towards him. 

Onyx eyes pierced yours as his hand moved from the hem of your shirt, making quick work of untying the laces. “You knew what you were doing, teasing me all afternoon in this tight little outfit. I was about to bend you over and fuck you in the middle of the training yard.” A whimper escaped you at his words, making him growl as he leaned down to lick the sweat from your neck, teeth moving to graze your ear. “Is that what you want, for me to fuck you like you deserve, you tease?”

Panting, you were pliant in his arms as you nodded eagerly, helping him shove off your top so that you were bare before him. Hands drifted to your waist, rubbing teasing circles along your lower stomach as you clenched around nothing. The scent of arousal was heady in the air as Fenrys tossed you over his shoulder, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark as he carried you back into the bedroom. 

You yelped, flying backwards onto the mattress with a bounce as Fenrys discarded his, golden brown muscles rippling with the effort. Snapping out of the momentary daze from seeing your mate’s body, you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Fen, I don’t want to get the sheets dirty. I’m still so sweaty.”

With a dark chuckle, Fenrys looped his hands around your legs, yanking you to the edge of the bed where he bent over you, golden curls cascading down around you. “Don’t worry love, I will lick you clean,” he murmured, voice like gravel as he captured your lips in his, sharp canines drawing blood from your lower lip as he tugged against it. 

You moaned, arching into him as hip tongue slipped between your lips, caressing yours as a hand found your breast. His mouth trailed your jaw, licking away the sweat along your neck as he moved further south. One hand massaged your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you writhed against him. His lips found your other nipple, licking as his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, sending a jolt straight to your core. “Fuck, Fenrys please,” you begged, babbling incoherently as his other hand skimmed lower, fingertips swirling above your hip bones.

Tongue lapping against your skin, Fenrys groaned at the taste of your sheen of sweat on his tongue, his warm muscle ever so slowly moving towards where you needed him most. Broad hands spread your legs wide, your dripping arousal exposed to the cold air of the room. 

Onyx eyes grew somehow darker as Fenrys honed in on you like a predator, thumbs rubbing the skin of your inner thighs. He leaned down, long hair tickling the sensitive skin of your legs as he licked and sucked along your inner thigh, skipping right over your core before moving to the other leg, sucking a mark at the inside of your hip.

Your hands found his hair, clumsily hoping to pull him closer. A pathetic mewl escaped you as you confirmed how strong his grip was on you, keeping you firmly in place to use as he liked. A dark, taunting laugh left Fenrys’s lips, the slight air blowing against your clit making you grip his hair tighter, desperate for more. 

Onyx eyes locked with yours as Fenrys dipped, his tongue flicking out against your dripping core, holding your slick in a lewd display before closing his mouth with a feral moan of satisfaction. As if the tether on his own self control snapped, Fenrys dove in, nose brushing your clit as his tongue thrust rapidly into your core, wet muscle massaging your walls in a deliciously teasing way. 

Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as a finger teased your entrance. Your head hit the mattress, eyes rolling back as a finger thrust into you, curling against you as he pumped in and out. The sounds of your breathy moans filled the room as Fenrys added a second finger, rapid thrusts hitting exactly where you liked. 

Your breaths turned rapid and shallow as your stomach tightened, having no time to warn Fenrys before you hit your orgasm, arching as you moaned out his name. He didn’t relent his efforts, tongue flicking out against your clit as his fingers scissored and pumped into you, prepping you for his cock.

Convulsing against the sheets, you pleaded against the overstimulation your mate wrought on you, finally catching your breath as he pulled away. Pushing your body further up on the bed, Fenrys tapped your lips with his fingers in silent request. You opened obediently, tasting yourself as he watched you suck on his digits. 

A low growl left the male as he shifted, quickly ridding himself of his pants before throwing your legs over his shoulders and thrusting into you without warning. A scream left your lips as he pounded into you, wild and feral as your mate took what he wanted. 

Your hands fumbled, attempting to find purchase on his shoulders as he fucked you relentlessly, your body shifting back and forth along the mattress form the force. Fenrys paused only a moment, hands grabbing your hips as he flipped you effortlessly, pushing your chest down on the bed.

He fucked you from behind, hips snapping against yours as the sound of your skin connecting echoed through the room. Your hands clawed at the sheets, moans muffled as you bit the fabric to keep from screaming in pleasure. You exploded the moment his fingers found your clit again, crashing into your high as you felt Fenrys’s cock twitch inside of you. 

“Good girl, take it all,” me murmured, his warm seed filling you as his hips stuttered behind you. Still inside of you, Fenrys leaned over, kicking down your spine, licking beads of sweat as he went. Slowly pulling out of you, you gasped as his fingers rubbed against your clit, collecting the cum that had spilled out of you as he shoved it back inside. 

With a smack to your core, Fenrys gently commanded you. “Keep that in there for me, love. I’ll prepare a bath for you.” With a kiss to your temple, he allowed you to collapse against the mattress, focusing on his warmth that still filled you as you heard the sound of bath water running from the other room.

[autumnshighlady]

I Will Carry You

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: Rowan and Aelin confront you after an argument

warnings: angst, themes of depression sort of?, overall bad mental health, Aelin is a bit mean in the beginning, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.4k

request: I LOVED your rowaelin x reader fic! Could you possibly do one where the fem reader is mentally exhausted and just needs a break and Rowan and Aelin are there to comfort her? If not that’s ok. Hope your doing well <33

listen to “Carry You” by Fleurie and Ruelle either after or while reading this fic for emotional damage, or comfort depending on the kind of person you are lol

disclaimer: this has not been proofread lmao ignore any mistakes xo

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Getting out of bed this morning was a struggle. It had been for weeks now, mornings consisting of you waking up with that all too familiar weight on your chest that threatened to pull you under. For weeks, all you wanted to do in the mornings was curl up under the covers and forget about the world around you.

The irony of it was things were going well – your lovers Aelin and Rowan ruled Terrasen, slowly healing the broken world they fought so hard to protect. Her court, which you presided in, was successfully rebuilding the realm piece by piece. It was hard work, but you loved it. You were in charge of overseeing Terrasen’s relations with the other countries of Erilea, which meant you got to speak to Dorian and Manon via letters, each of them ruling their respective kingdoms.

But like any job, it had its downsides. You were completely overworked, working from sunrise to well past sunset almost every day. You barely had time to see Rowan or Aelin, often missing most meals and holing yourself up in the study to work. Your lovers respected your space, giving you the time you needed to do your job, although sometimes you wished they wouldn’t.

Guilt gnawed at the pit of your stomach. Aelin had given up almost everything to save Erilea and Terrasen, surely you could manage your job which paled in comparison to all she had done. If Aelin could sacrifice her powers and save the world, surely you could manage your court job. But you couldn’t help it, the exhaustion that had you going through the motions of your day rather than truly living it and enjoying the peaceful new world. Sleep was elusive as of late, leaving you even more drained. And to wake up and face yet another mountainous workload���. it was not exactly enticing.

The words scripted on the letters in front of you began to blur, as they had on and off for the past few hours. You were so tired, so mentally drained…. not to mention the growing ache in your back from being hunched over a desk all day, or the pounding in your head from reading piles and piles of documents and transcriptions. It was well past dinnertime, the sun having set over the hills in the distance long ago. You shifted in your chair, if only you could just have a nap…

“Angel?” Came the sound of Aelin’s lilting voice from the other side of your door. You quickly straightened your back, brushing some papers to the side to create some illusion of organization.

“Come in.” You called. Aelin breezed through the door almost before you finished your sentence.

“Did you send the letter to Adarlan last week requesting the extra shipment of coal?” The blonde queen asked immediately. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, finding yourself wishing that Aelin had just come to see you, not to discuss court business.

“I’m sure I did.” You replied, unable to keep the tenseness out of your voice. Aelin cocked her head, annoyance blazing in her turquoise gold eyes.

“Really?” She said sharply. “Because if you did, it should have been here by now surely, right? We need that extra coal, bad.”

“Alright, alright,” You snapped, patience running thin. “I’ll double check my logs, okay?”

Aelin merely exhaled through her nose, turning her head to the side away from you. Annoyance seeped through your veins at the action – every time you had seen your girlfriend for the past few weeks it was always about court matters, so formal and business-like that if someone overheard any of your interactions, they’d have no clue about your relationship. You couldn’t entirely blame Aelin though, almost unable to imagine how much stress she must be under as well. Sure, winning the war was arguably the most difficult part, but running a country required a different strength, one that she was still adjusting to.

You fumbled for your record book, which detailed all the communications between you and the representatives of the other countries and groups. After flipping through some pages, you reached the section you were looking for, and your heart dropped when you noticed the unsent letter addressed to Adarlan still stuck to the page.

You forgot to send it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Aelin muttered, beginning to pace back and forth.

“I’m so sorry,” You stammered, throat closing up with shame. “I swear I thought I had sent it-”

“Well, you didn’t.” Aelin interrupted, voice raising. “And now we don’t have enough fucking coal to run the all forges in Perranth.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t make a shipment appear out of thin air!”

You were too exhausted to fight. Normally you would have yelled back, pointed out to your girlfriend that the reason you forgot to send it was because she kept giving you issue after issue to deal with and prioritize. But you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at the pissed off queen. You felt empty, like a husk of a person, just waiting for the interaction to be over so you could go back inside your own head, even though you hated being there.

“I’m sorry I let you down, your majesty.” Was all you managed to say as you brushed past Aelin and walked out of the room, leaving her in your study. You made your way up the stairs to your room, which was across from Rowan and Aelin’s.

Sometimes you wished you could share their room, truly be a part of their everyday lives. Sure, you stayed over there many times, but always had to leave before the king and queen woke up. They were married, after all, and your relationship with them was a secret to everyone except for Aedion, Lysandra, and Fenrys. It hurt sometimes, stinging like a thorn you couldn’t get rid of, but logically you knew that after everything it had been through Terrasen needed a traditional, stable rule. And that didn’t involve a third partner to the King and Queen.

Finally, once you closed your door, you allowed your head to hit your pillow and soak up your tears as you wept. You wept over your exhaustion, how much of a failure you felt like for letting Aelin down. You cried because you felt like you were losing her and Rowan, you cried over how selfish you were for feeling that way.

Hours passed, and your tears had finally dried up, leaving you numb. You didn’t feel much of anything anymore, just pure exhaustion that no amount of sleep could soothe. When the moonlight crept in through your window, you heard your door open. You were facing the other way, but your fae senses picked up snow and pine mingled with jasmine and embers.

Rowan and Aelin stepped through the door and approached your bed. You felt a shift in the bed as they sat down on the mattress, Rowan next to your back while Aelin took up residence behind your legs.

“Aelin wanted to come sooner,” The silver-haired male’s deep voice sounded from behind you. “But I figured you both need some time to cool down.”

You said nothing, swallowing the lump in your throat. All you had wanted these past few weeks was for your lovers to come see you, but now that they were here, you didn’t want them to see you like this. You knew they had both fallen in love with your spirit that Rowan had often compared to the raging waters of the sea. You knew they saw you as strong-willed and proud, determined and unbreaking. How could they have fallen in love with that version of you, yet still love this broken shell before them?

“I’m sorry, angel.” Aelin’s voice was soft, far from the anger that was laced through it a few hours ago. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You’re so busy all the time, it was an honest mistake. Really, we’ll figure something out. It’ll be ok, don’t even worry about it.”

You knew you should feel relieved, but you didn’t. Every part of you felt weighed down, your throat constricted like if you spoke you’d burst into tears again.

“Angel?” Rowan said after you didn’t respond. You felt a large hand stroke your hair a few moments later. That simple touch, filled with so much tenderness, was your undoing.

Sobs wracked your body once again, your mental exhaustion too fragile to handle anything. Wordlessly, two sets of hands gently grabbed you and pulled you upright and towards the headboard, nestling your body in between them. Aelin pulled you sideways into her chest, wrapping her arm around your waist and stroking your face with her other hand while Rowan rubbed gentle circles on your back. The King and Queen of Terrasen let you weep, sandwiched between their two powerful bodies. Their presence comforted you, slowly filling the hole in your chest that had been carving itself out in the past few weeks.

“I’m so tired.” You choked out between sobs.

“Have you not been sleeping?” Rowan asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“No, but that’s not what I mean,” You managed to get out. “I’m drained, Rowan. I’m so exhausted, I can’t do this anymore.”

You dared a glance up at Aelin, and saw sadness but understanding across her face. You knew the words hit differently for her, having overheard her conversation with Rowan in the days leading up to the final battle against Maev and Erawen.

“My moonlight,” Aelin murmured, pulling you closer. “My sweet moonlight. Why didn’t you come to us before? We could have helped you.”

“You guys are so busy ruling a goddamn kingdom,” You said. “I figured I could get through it on my own. I didn’t want to trouble you.”

“You could never trouble us, angel.” Rowan reassured, running a hand through your knotted hair. “We will always have time for you.”

“I could not care less if you bust down the door to my war council meetings and demand my attention just so you can hear me tell you how much I love you,” Aelin said fiercely. “I would drop everything for you in a heartbeat. We both would.”

Rowan murmured his agreement from behind you, reaching down and grabbing your hand.

“Besides, even if you did do that nobody could do anything to object.” The queen added. “Because then they’d have to deal with me, and nobody wants that.”

You laughed, the action foreign to your body as of late.

“Thank you,” You said quietly. “I missed you both lately.”

“I’m sorry we haven’t checked in on you,” Rowan said, his voice grave. “That was a mistake. I had no idea how much work you were juggling and how exhausting it must be. Writing letters and dealing with diplomats would make my head explode, I truly don’t know how you put up with it.”

“That is why I am in charge of it, and you are not.” You retorted, chuckling.

“Rowan would be horrible at your job.” Aelin snorted. “But it’s a lot to handle, even for someone as incredible as you. I can ask Aedion to assist you for the next few weeks, if that would make things easier.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. As much as you knew your exhaustion was from many other things as well, having the extra workload cut down would help tremendously.

“Thank you.” You murmured. “Thank you so much.”

The three of you stayed like that for a few more minutes, basking in each others presence until Rowan scooped you up in his arms. You wanted to whine at the loss of contact from Aelin, who also stood up.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Taking you to bed.” Rowan said, walking towards your door as Aelin opened it.

“Uh, my bed is back there, you doorknob. We were just in it.”

“That won’t be your bed anymore,” Aelin stated as the three of you exited the room and headed towards the entrance to the King and Queen’s chambers. “Because you’re moving to ours.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had wanted this for so long, to share their space. You had been too afraid to ask though, for fear changing the living arrangements would screw up the dynamic you already had that you often thought was too good to be true.

“But everyone will know about us–” You began.

“Good.” Aelin interrupted. “I want to show you off as mine.”

Rowan coughed, and the blonde rolled her eyes.

“As ours.” She corrected herself before winking at you as she opened the grand doors to their chambers. You giggled, Rowan squeezing you slightly as he carried you into the luxurious space. A grand fireplace was burning across from the bed, which was large enough to fit five people you guessed. You always loved Rowan and Aelin’s room, and the fact it was now yours too made you want to sing from the rooftops.

“People will talk,” You warned. “They’ll disapprove.”

“Let them.” Aelin said simply. “Then I’ll deal with them.

“You mean separate their head from their body?”

“Something like that.”

You giggled again, and Aelin pulled back the sheets of the obnoxiously large bed. Rowan laid you down, right in the centre before climbing in on the spot to your right, while Aelin took up the left. She pulled the duvet up, tucking you in while Rowan placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“We love you so much, angel.” He murmured, stroking your face. You stared into his green eyes, heart melting at the softness that lay behind them. In the past few months before the battle you had grown so accustomed to those eyes being filled with coldness, the strain of the war chipping away at him. But now he looked at peace, with you and Aelin by his side.

A smaller hand grabbed your jaw and turned your head the other war. Aelin smiled, connecting her lips with yours. Your queen, your fireheart kissed you with so much love you thought you would burst at the seams.

“Never forget that.” Aelin murmured, curling her body up against yours. “We will always be there to carry you. You are not alone.”

In a tangle of limbs, you laid with the King and Queen of Terrasen at your sides, bodies shielding you from the rest of the world as you fell into the first truly good sleep you had in a very long time.

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Hey ya'll! Just wanna say thanks so much to everyone who has been sending in requests! It honestly makes it so much easier to write when I have a prompt, haha! Just wanted to say that I do indeed write smut, which I haven't gotten a request for yet! ;) I also would love to write for Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Crier's War, and The Rings of Power. It is my preference to write sapphic stuff, but I wouldn't mind doing some Azriel x f!reader, or some Elrond x f!reader type stuff, just as examples. I plan to start cranking some stuff out for these other fandoms eventually, when I have the time outside of school to really start writing.

My goal is to dabble in this:

Manon Blackbeak x f!reader

Manon Blackbeak x Elide Lochan

Nesta Archeron x f!reader

Morrigan x f!reader

Galadriel x f!reader

Galadriel x Queen Miriel

Queen Miriel x f!reader

Crier x Ayla (NO SMUT, THEY ARE MINORS).

I will say that I won't write for Feyre, Elain, Rhysand, and Aelin. I just really hate those characters, so please respect that! And if you're wondering if there's any other books/fandoms I'd write for, feel free to ask! I've read SO many sapphic books, so it's very possible I would know who you're talking about and would love to write for them!

This was a really long post just for me to say, hey, send some requests! I have a lot of fun doing them :) Have a lovely day!

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Oh hey, (i'm sorry if my english is a shit, english is not my first language) you can do a imagine of Lorcan Salvaterre x f!reader? I like him and i never find one imagine of him.

Thank youuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Note: I’m sorry for all those who requested smuts but it was NNN and ya know... Plus because of school I don’t even have time to sleep so probably I won’t post much before the Christmas break. But I’m answering to all of your requests. It’s taking me long but I’ll do it, I swear <3 And for now here you have Lorcan x reader 8k words long roller coaster.

‼️Important info: I rewrote the last scene as I came to the conclusion my first draft was kinda unreal and too sweet. I mean, don’t worry it’s still fluff but 500 words longer. So go and read it

Death and Mist

Lorcan Salvaterre x f!reader

Summary: from two children meeting in a dark alley of Doranelle through 500 years of friendship and hate to... see yourself

Warnings: mention of sex and rape, tortures, blood, few swears, trauma

Words: 7952

Note: spoilers for KoA!!!; this is au where Maeve is captured and overthrown by Doranelle without participation of Aelin. Just the cadre.

The night was chilly but beautiful. Bright stars and full moon illuminated your way as you wander through the city. You wrapped your thin coat tighter around your body when you felt shivers again. Your clothes were worn out and bit too small as you grow taller lately, definitely not enough to protect you from upcoming winters’ cold. The constant rumbling of your stomach didn't helped either. All stores were closed because of some holiday so you hadn’t had a chance to steal anything to eat. All those days without food slowly began to make themselves felt and seen because you felt like you were about to pass out at any moment and your ribs were more visible than usual. 

You passed one of dark streets of Doranelle when smell of blood hit your nose. Your hand immediately wandered to the old dagger hidden under your cloak. Closing your eyes you reached for your power which you still learned to control. Power old and mysterious but fascinating, that allowed you to completely vanish, become impalpable and move around without revealing your presence.  A gray mist appeared around your legs and started fawning at them like a cat, comforting and guarding you at once. You melted into it. Suddenly your body had no longer weight or any form. No limits. Of course you still felt your legs and arms and everything else. You could walk, run, move things and talk but no one was able to acknowledge your presence. 

Despite being invisible your steps were very careful and quiet as if somebody might hear you. Delving further down the alley you heard little grunts of pain. Turning the corner you saw a young boy. He was about thirteen or fourteen, definitely around your age. His black hair was dirty and neglected and so were his clothes. Your eyes wandered to his lifted shirt and awful wound on his stomach. It was coated with dried blood mixed with dust. From experience you knew this cannot end up well.

You started walking towards the boy. Usually you stayed away from literally everybody but seeing him struggling with the wound that might be deadly if not cleaned and provided you decided to go out of your comfort zone.

“Can I help you somehow?” you asked, standing few steps away from the boy. Your voice was quiet and soft but confident. His scent hit your nose and you realized he is only half Fae.

What the heck are you doing in Doranelle, city where only pure-bloods Faes are allowed?! How are you still alive?

The mysterious boy immediately grabbed his own dagger and started looking around in all directions with confusion written in his onyx eyes. That’s when you realized you are still wrapped in your mist. With one thought you let it slide off your body to your feet, revealing your presence. With the fog billowing around you, skinny face and messy hair you must have looked like a spectrum because the boy’s dark skin turned paler as he slightly moved away from you.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to scare you.” You looked down with sad frown and apologetic smile. “I just wanted to help... Your wound needs to be cleaned and prov...”

“I’m good.” You were interrupted. You lifted your eyes and looked at the boy sitting against the wall, staring at you with angry and annoyed look. “Go away.”

For a moment you truly thought about turning around and walking away but something in your head were telling you to help this stubborn child. Instead taking a step back you took a step forward. Kneeling down beside black haired boy you took out of your bag clean cloth and a bottle of water. The demi-Fae opened his mouth to protest but you already started cleaning his ripped skin. Using your magic you managed to quicken the healing and bandaged his wound with some material you had in your bag.

“At least now you won’t die from infection.” You stood up and crossed your arms over your chest. The boy just sat there, blankly staring at the broken lantern in front of him. Feeling you won’t even get a “thank you”, you started walking away but were stopped by the boy’s words.

“You look like a skeleton... I have some food.” You looked over your shoulder and crossed your eyes with the onyx ones. The boy pulled out half a loaf of bread out of his bag and nodded for you to sit beside him. So you did. What else you had to do anyways?

You ate in silence for a few minutes, surrounded only by moonlight, your mist and sounds of the sleeping city.

“Thank you” you said finishing your food. It wasn’t much but enough for you to feel better. The boy still kept silent so clearly you were supposed to keep this conversation going. “What are you doing here?”

“My mother is dead. My father is an asshole. Basically, I’m trying to survive.” his voice was raspy, with no emotions. The boy looked into your eyes and you smiled sadly.

“Well... it might be easier if you had someone by your side, you know.” He raised one of his eyebrows and shoot you a look that was saying “are you stupid or dumb” but quickly you added: “You need somebody to take care of your wounds because you clearly lack those skills.”

“Okay, but if you get lost, I’m not even searching for you.” Your new comrade sighed and rested his head against the wall closing his eyes.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said and closed your eyes as well.

“Lorcan.”

***

“Hey! Look what I got!” You ran into the abandoned cottage that you and Lorcan used as your hideaway lately. It was small and old but properly insulated so it was enough. Plus there was forest not far away where you could hunt and train and a lake from where you had clear water.

A twenty-few years old, tall demi-Fae was cleaning his blades out of blood in the kitchen. So he was hunting. Or killing somebody but you didn’t really cared. His eyes wandered to your happy face and a small smile appeared on his face as well - a rare miracle that happened only when you were around. You put two big boxes you just got in front of him. Lorcan put down his knife and looked inside them. A sparkle in his eyes appeared when he saw all those food, clothes, weapon and purses with golden coins.

“How did you get it?!” Surprise in his voice made your smile even bigger. Lorcan looked through your new property with disbelief on his face.

“I have my ways.” You waved your hand and took a strawberry out of the basket with fruits.

“You’re amazing!”

The way Lorcan looked at you made you proud. Through those few last years you grew closer saving each other’s asses and wandering around the country together. You helped each other go through the Settling and learn how to control and use your magic that turned out to be much more powerful than you expected in both cases. After few years the two of you discovered that you’re carranam what made you even more powerful. By helping this stubborn kid in a dark alley few years ago you earned a true best friend. You perfectly remembered the words Lorcan said to you that night. Okay, but if you get lost, I’m not even searching for you. Now you knew that if you went missing he would tear the world apart to find you. And you would do the same for him.

“I have to tell you something” Lorcan said turning his eyes towards you, his face turning impossibly serious, making you worried. You leaned against the wall and prepared yourself for whats to come. “We caught Maeve’s eye...”

Your hands dropped to your sides and face turned pale. If Maeve knew about your actions in Doranelle you will be dead by tomorrow. In fact, it was obvious that sooner or later she would find out about two Faes with strange magic that run around her country causing trouble but when it finally happened...

“She is impressed with our powers and wants us in her army.” Lorcan finished and hearing that you fell to the floor. Your butt ached as you stared at your friend trying to proceed his words.

“Wait wait wait... Maeve. Queen of Doranelle.” Lorcan nodded, amused by your reaction. “She wants us to swear the Blood Oath and serve her as warriors.” One more nod confirming your words. You raised from the floor and threw yourself into Lorcan’s arms. He hesitated for a moment but finally hugged you back. “Oh gods...” you couldn’t believe this. Serving Maeve was the greatest honor possible plus it ensured living in luxury and glory.

“You know that means we have a lot of training ahead of us, and then a lot of wars and battles to fight. Our life will revolve around death.” You stepped away from Lorcan’s arms and looked at his sharp facial features.

“I know but on the other hand, can you imagine yourself as someone else other than warrior? Our powers... We have so much potential Lorcan, we can be legends! Aren’t you tired of living like this?” you pointed to your surroundings. “Besides, you have never shied away from fight or violence. Why are you so uncertain now?”

“I just wouldn’t want to loose you in a battle.” Lorcan walked over to you so you had to rise your head to look into his eyes. Fucking giraffe. “You’re the only person I like and I truly wouldn’t want to endure the shits of this life without you.”

“Aw... You’re cute. Big, scary Lorcan is getting soft” you laughed and one glance at Lorcan’s annoyed face made you laugh even harder.

“I changed my mind. Perish there.” He rolled his eyes but you could see sparkles of joy in them.

“Seriously, Lorcan. I promise we will fight side by side in every battle. And that from every war we go to together, we'll come back together, okay?” your hand traveled down to latch with his. The man only nodded and squeezed your hand. “Great! Now, let’s celebrate the new chapter in our life!” Grabbing one of the purses with golden coins you started pulling Lorcan towards the door. “We’re getting drunk tonight!” You squealed and your best friend chuckled behind you.

***

Just like you suspected, taking the Blood Oath and serving Maeve was one of the best choices in your life so far. The queen ordered to subject the two of you to the toughest training and soon no one could compare to your dexterity and cunning or to Lorcan’s strength and speed. Also you discovered new possibilities of your magic. Not only you could hide in your mist but also travel through it, see things very distant and even sometimes create illusions. It didn’t take long for you and Lorcan to become one of Maeve’s elite warriors alongside with Gavriel and Vaughan who also were above average.

The four of you won war after war, destroyed city after city and made the strongest kingdoms kneel before your queen. At the age of 100 you were already drowning in riches and glory, known all over the world as Spectrum, a phantom bringing death.

Lorcan fell madly in love with Maeve and like a good puppy fulfilled all of her orders what you did use to keep teasing him all the time. You only get out of it alive because Lorcan treated you as a sister. Quickly it turned out that war is his natural habitat and with his gift from Hellas himself, Lorcan Salvaterre became the most feared man on this planet. And the most grumpy at the same time...

“Hey, Mr. Grim Asshole! I’ve heard you had so shitty humor today that even Cairn prefers to avoid you so here I come to bless you with my glorious personality!” You crashed into Lorcan’s chambers in your silky night clothes and with two bottles of wine in hand.

“If I were you, I also would avoid me.” Your best friend was sitting on the couch with legs stretched out on a table, head thrown back and eyes closed. He didn’t even bother to look at you when you sat by his side, passing him one of the bottles.

“You know I like to risk my life” Lorcan cracked an eye open and took wine from you. On one breath he drank a third of its contents. You stared at him with pursed lips. “Yup, you really have shitty day.” You knew there’s no use in asking him what’s wrong, he’ll tell you if he wants to. Opening your bottle you made yourself more comfortable on the couch and drank in comforting silence.

It didn’t last long as the warrior finished his bottle within seconds and sighed deeply. And then happened something you would never expect. Lorcan laid down on the couch with his head in your lap.

He never was a person who liked physical contacts other than sex and surely he never showed affection towards anybody. Even with you he limited himself to “arm over shoulder” or when you haven’t seen each other for a long time he would shortly hug you but nothing more (and let’s pay attention to the fact that you were the person he was the most affectionate with). That’s why seeing Lorcan like this... so ejected... made your heart ache.

“I told Maeve about my feelings and offered her an affair” he said quietly and you only sighed. No more explanation was needed as you perfectly knew how it ended. Putting your bottle down, you started running your fingers through Lorcan’s black hair, trying to give him as much comfort possible without crossing his limits. “You’re not going to say anything?” he asked, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

“What do you want me to say...? You know I think romance is not worth all this effort.” Your nails delicately scratched the warrior’s scalp what he clearly enjoyed cause his eyes closed once again and his tensed muscles relaxed.

“Oh yeah? And what about this blonde dude you’ve been seeing lately?” Small smirk appeared on Lorcan’s lips what made you also smile.

“Turns out he’s awfully narcissistic. Plus he doesn’t satisfies me in bed.”

“From what I’ve heard, other women don’t complain about him. So hard to please you?”

“Well, it’s not my fault that I’m always horny child and kinky motherfucker!” At those words both of you erupted with loud laugh.

Lorcan still laid with his head nuzzled into your lap for a long time. Playing with his hair you wondered when was the last time he had experienced love and affection. Or maybe it was his first one? 

His breath was calm and steady, for a moment you thought he drifted away when he spoke quietly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” you asked, your eyes heavy as you studied his calm, handsome face. 

“For being there for me.”

“I will always be there for you. No matter what.”

***

“Y/N betrayed me. She betrayed us all.” Maeve spoke as she stormed into the meeting room. Her steps were fast and furious, black robes fluttered behind her, making Maeve look as if she was surrounded by shadows.

Lorcan stood still on his place, not quite understanding his queen’s words. You would never betray anybody, especially your Queen and country. Especially HIM! After all, he saw you at breakfast in the great hall yesterday smiling and laughing with other warriors like always. Besides, how did you betrayed Maeve? You’re bloodsworn to her, it’s impossible to even plot against her and even more so to deceive her. What did you do?!

“I don’t understand. What do you mean Y/N betrayed?” Rowan was the only one who spoke as everybody else were too surprised to do so. Lorcan suspected they can’t believe in their friend’s betrayal either.

“Several of my powerful and very valuable books had been stolen, Y/N’s treasury was emptied of a great amount of money, a lot of her things disappeared alongside with herself. I sent ten spies after her. All of them are dead.” Maeve’s knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of the table so hard. “She doesn’t react on commands I send her through the Blood Oath and because of her goddamn powers no one can track this little bitch down!” she finished with a furious scream, sending wall of darkness behind her causing all windows to shatter.

No one dared to say anything. Not even Gavriel, who always tried to smooth things over. The four warriors just sat there, hoping for it to be just a sick dream. They all loved and treated you like a sister. You were the only one Vaughan spared no words to. The only one that could make Gavriel chill out and laugh. Despite knowing Rowan for only half a century you two protected each other like siblings. And Lorcan... You were the only one he loved. His best friend, his sister, his carranam. The only woman he never looked at in a sexual way. The friend that had his back in every battle. The person he could always count on, no matter time, place or circumstances. You were his safe place. And now... you left him with nothing.

“What are we doing about her?” The silence was broken by Vaughan. Someone had to ask this question but no one wanted to hear the answer. If Maeve order them to track Y/N down and kill her...

“You do nothing.” Maeve dropped into a chair. “I will figure it out how to get to her but you stay out of this.” Wave of a hand meant the meeting is over. The four warriors turned to leave the room when their Queen spoke once more. “Y/N was one of the best. Better find me a worthy replacement for her.”

It took a long time for Lorcan to accept this information. And when he finally did, he went furious.

How could you do this to him?! How could you left him without a word, betray him?! After all those centuries together... Did it all really meant nothing to you? He showed you the part of his soul no one other had seen. He let you care for him and he really cared for you! And when he finally started to let you more and more into his heart, into the part he could never accept and always denied, you destroyed everything in one day. Lorcan wanted to hate you. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. He lost his only ray of light, so if he can’t hate you, he will hate everyone else.

Every single time he went to war, Lorcan turned to his right where you should have stand only to see Gavriel or Vaughan or Rowan. Balls hosted by Maeve weren’t the same without you, glowing in your dress and looking like a goddess. Long adventures felt boring when you wasn’t riding by his side. Every time he passed the couch in his chambers he saw your smiling face and felt your loving touch. Oh how perfectly he remembered that night. How much he wanted to stay in your embrace forever. The morning after when he woke up in the same position and saw you sleeping above him and realized he wouldn’t mind this view every morning for the rest of his life.

Nightmares woke him up at nights. Most often you were tortured, screaming for a dear life when your captors subjected you to such horrible tortures that even Lorcan had never heard of them. Sometimes you just sat or laid there, all destroyed and exhausted and he had to watch you slowly dying. Other nights the heartless warrior once more experienced all of his best memories with you, the ones where he was truly happy. He’d see you laughing and smiling... because of him, filling his heart with pleasant warmth but then you were ripped away from him and he was left clod and alone.

During those nights he would pull out of the deepest parts of his wardrobe your shirt which he stole from your chambers after your betrayal. With his nose buried into the material that slowly started to loose your scent Lorcan stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to chase away those awful dreams.

But if he only knew they were real...

***

Maeve was a Valg.

One time during searching for information about strange creatures that terrorized Doranelle’s mountains you came across chapter devoted to demons called Valgs. Being pretty curious person you started reading about them and soon you reached out for more books like this, getting fixed in more and more. 

Everyone always told you that you’re very clever girl. And they were right, of course. Connecting dots in your head, the conclusions came to your mind. Dark magic, life much longer than any other Fae’s, all those legends... Maeve was a Valg. Queen of Valgs even.

Knowledge is a weapon, that’s true but it can also be the end of a person. One look into your mind and she knew that you know. The moment a wall of darkness slammed into you, you were sure that you won’t see light ever again.

Sometimes you screamed when your bones were being broken, your skin ripped off, body burned and pierced or stretched. Sometimes you just accepted what they have done to you. There were nights when men that tortured you came to your cell but with other intentions. Maeve accepted it. Indeed, it was even she who offered it to them. “She wouldn’t want to refuse any pleasure to always horny child and kinky motherfucker” as she said.

She didn’t wanted to kill you. Your magic was too valuable to be wasted. You still served her as a spy but from the cell as your power allowed you to see things anywhere you wanted, no matter where you were. Maeve kept you here because it would be too risky to have you on freedom. Not cause you would reveal her secret, you were bloodsworn to her, you couldn’t even if you wanted to. But beacuse someone might pull it out of you against your will. Tortures were meant to weaken you and your mental health. Your magic was powerful and clever so if not them, you could have escaped. Maeve discovered this when one night you were so furious you almost broke the oath. Since then you wore iron spikes pierced through your hands to limit your power, folded and melted on both sides so no one could take them off.

Somedays Maeve visited you and told you stories of what your friends did and the wars they had won. Of course, she was telling you this while watching you being tortured but she never really minded (you could tell by the plates with snacks by her side).

And so the days passed. Then months. And years. Decades. Centuries. Or maybe just days...? At the begging you didn’t wanted to scream. Thanks to your training and experience you lasted very long without even the quietest grunt. But then you realized you’re never getting free. Nothing had a point anymore so you just broke, screaming at the top of your lungs. Praying to gods to send someone to get you out of here. To let Lorcan find you. Lorcan. Lorcan, Lorcan, Lorcan...

“Yesterday your mate brought three ladies to his bed, can you believe it? I have to admit they all were very pretty.” Maeve leaned back on golden-black couch and took a sip from her glass, enjoying the influence that this one unique word has on you.

The pool of your blood painted white marble floor dark red. The whole cell was made of dazzlingly bright stone. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting light on the walls and making your eyes ache. The shrill scream echoed through the chamber again as another muscle in your thigh was suddenly severed, the sharp blade making its way to your bone and scratching it. You would probably vomit because of this feeling if you had anything in your stomach.

“What a shame you can’t experience the feeling of sleeping with Lorcan. The whole Doranelle agrees that he is a sex god.” The queen stood up and slowly walked toward the altar to which you were chained, avoiding the fresh blood on the floor. “But don’t worry my dear, I made sure to get you company for the evening.” Her pale hand caressed your wet cheek, making you flinch. Maeve smiled ominously at that and turned to the warrior torturing you. “Don’t forget about the other leg.” she motioned with her chin to your untouched yet left thigh. “And maybe I'll go whip Lorcan. In fact, I haven't done it for a long time...” Dreamed Maeve as if she was making a Yulemas gift list.

“No...Please, no.” you managed to choke out the three words between your sobs. It was quiet and hopeless, but your instinct screamed at you to do anything to protect Lorcan, even if it meant begging Maeve.

When she first told you that your childhood best friend is in fact your mate, you were sure the queen is just playing with you. You have always loved Lorcan but only like a brother and never more. But then one night Maeve brought to the chamber one of her magic mirrors; the one that allowed to see things happening somewhere else. In it you saw HIM, tied to the lashing pole, already shirtless and sweaty. And when the whip landed on his back, when the drops of his blood splashed the floor and low grunt of pain left his mouth, you had felt it. His pain, his emotions, his existence. A bridge began to form in your soul. The one that meant to connect your life with his. You started running over it. Run towards Lorcan, desiring at all costs to help him and free him from the pain to which the queen whom he so blindly loved had condemned to but... it stopped midway. You were standing in the middle of the chasm, staring at the black, cold shadows on the other side that had no idea you are there. You felt him. You knew. But he didn’t.

Since that moment, torturing Lorcan and making you watch became Maeve’s favorite entertainment. Every time you begged her to stop hurting him for your sake. To torture you more instead. You knew it won’t work anyway. She will whip him to make you suffer even more but mostly important - because she can. Because she is a heartless monster.

“Oh, come on! Little pain never killed anybody.” Maeve leaned over your face and her devilish smile got even wider. “Besides, Lorcan will bear everything I tell him to. You know why?” Her hot breath tickled your ear, making all your still not teared muscles tense in a defensive way. “Because your mate, loves me, not you.” She straightened herself and nodded at the black haired warrior that looked like Lorcan so so much. “Don’t worry, I will let you watch. See you soon my dear!” Maeve chirped and left the chamber that was your cell for the rest of eternity.

Another screams of pain left your mouth as the man moved to your left leg and started skinning it with sparkles of madness in his eyes.

***

“Okay, I was at Mistward today and Emrys had told me few interesting stories.” Fenrys walked into the training area with his usual smirk, making Lorcan and Connall roll their eyes. “Can someone tell me who the heck was Y/N and why I haven’t heard of her?”

At the name of his former friend Lorcan tensed. The name he tried to forget but never could.

“She was a two-faced bitch and you haven’t heard of her because you’re a moron” Lorcan snarled with anger and throw another dagger at the training dummy.

“You’re an asshole that’s a fact but you definitely have to work on your taunts because they suck.” White Wolf crossed his arms and smiled proudly to himself. “That rhymed, heh. But really, what happened? I’ve heard that this Y/N or Spectrum, as someone prefers, was a nice chick. Did she really killed off the whole castle with only one knife? I mean kill few people with a knife is nothing special but few hundreds is a fuc...” Fenrys felt silent as the dagger Lorcan had in his hand a second ago flew past his head.

With four big steps the dark warrior stood in front of the wolf, holding him by his neck. “Listen you little shit. Say one more word about her and you can say goodbye to your pretty face. Y/N was the best of the bests but turns out she also was a fake bitch. You’re here only because she betrayed our queen and she needed replacement but still you’ll always be her poor imitation so don’t you even dare to say her name.” Lorcan’s words were full of venom and hate that even the sly smirk disappeared from Fenrys’ face.

Lorcan let go of his neck and started walking towards the castle with anger strongly felt in his scent.

“Did he love her?” Asked Connall when Lorcan had disappeared from their sight.

“Bold of you to assume this fucker can feel emotions like this” Fenrys rolled his eyes and took his bow and arrows.

“Y/N and Lorcan grew up together on the streets of Doranelle. They had only each other.” Spoke Gavriel who were cleaning his swords. “She was the only person Lorcan cared about. He loved her that’s for sure but he loved her much more than he wanted to admit.”

“By the pain in his eyes I would say he still does.” Fenrys sighed and shoot the first arrow.

***

Maeve was dead. The White Wolf killed her himself. Not without a reason of course. Turns out the queen Lorcan served for almost five hundreds years was a monster from the other world. Rumors spread quickly so it had only taken two days for the whole Doranelle to turn against her. So... She’s dead. And Lorcan had no idea what to do with this fact.

Sellene Whitethorn took the throne few days later. She was cunning, strong, smart and devoted. Most definitely she will be a good queen. That’s why Lorcan didn’t hesitated much before swearing her the Blood Oath. After all he was swearing to protect his country, his home.

Days and weeks passed, various changes came into force as the whole court helped cleaning up Maeve’s mess she had left behind. Together with the rest of his cadre, Lorcan sat in the meeting room discussing new setting of the guards in the palace and the city with his new queen when two warriors came in.

“Your Majesty.” Said one bowing in front of white-haired female. Behind him the other man held one of Maeve’s old spies. “I think you would like to see this.” Sellene stood up slowly with uncertainty but curiosity in her green eyes and motioned the man to lead.

They all went deeper and deeper into the dungeons, until finally Lorcan realized that he had no idea that such a places in the castle existed. They passed corner after corner, constantly delving deeper into dark corridors until they stood in front of big iron doors. Lorcan’s magic stepped back as he pushed them open. Behind them he saw a short corridor with two iron gates on the right and two on the left.

“What the hell is this place?” Fenrys asked in wonder as he scanned the high ceiling.

“A private prison where Maeve kept people she hadn’t even told us about.” Answered the lion. His hands wandered on the iron door surface before pushing them open.

“Three of them are empty” said one of the two warriors that discovered this place. “But the second on the left... Sealed for good. We have no idea how to open them.”

Lorcan walked towards said door. There was no lock or handle, just flat iron. His magic hid even deeper whispering to its owner to step back but something was telling Lorcan to open those doors. That inside is something important.

The dark warrior closed his eyes and focused, thinking of all the ways he could get inside. Maybe it was Hellas, maybe other god or maybe something else but in front of his eyes he saw a mark. His hand absentmindedly took the knife he had strapped to his thigh and cut his palm. Lorcan felt everyone’s eyes on himself as he soaked his finger in blood and started drawing the mark on door.

When he finished, the mark started glowing and the sound of the doors unlocking could be heard. Behind him as always stood Gavriel and Rowan with swords ready. Lorcan also took his sword in hand but dropped it as soon as he pushed the door open.

A huge hall made entirely of marble could have been beautiful if not the blood covering half of the floor and walls or multiple torture machines and instruments all over the room. Wait a moment... This blood. This smell.

Lorcan’s eyes landed on curled up figure chained to the wall. His heartbeat stopped when he saw the state she’s in. Skin and bones, there was no fat nor meat or muscles on her. She was left naked in this cold, stone cell, her skin having very unhealthy color. And all those wounds...

“Y/N...” It was a cry of relief and fear. Lorcan ran to your side within seconds, sounds of dropped swords and footsteps meant that his friends did the same.

He wanted to touch you, to scoop you into his arms and never let go. He wanted to protect you with his whole existence from everything and everybody. But as soon as his fingertips met your skin you kicked and flinched, fear immediately appearing in your scent. Little whimper of pain left your dried throat as even the slightest move caused you an unbelievable pain.

“Y/N/N, hey. It’s me, Lorcan. Hey, you know I would never hurt you” he whispered when you started to shake. Lorcan had no idea if it’s because of cold or fear but the sight broke his heart. Not once you two were tortured, not once other kingdoms wanted to get information out of you and held you both for weeks. Every single time you laughed at their faces when your body was being destroyed, not even a quiet grunt leaving your mouth while Lorcan and other warriors roared from pain. And now...

What the hell did they do to you...?

Your stomach was ripped, from left leg bits of bone were sticking out, several spikes were stuck in your right thigh, both hands pierced and wrists broken. Every wound was already infected.

“Get healers and blankets, immediately!” Lorcan shout not even bothering to look behind. Quickly he broke the chains that pinned you to the wall and took off his jacked, wrapping it around your shoulders and bringing you to his chest.

“No! No, no, no, please, no!” You started screaming when his hands touched you, kicking, wriggling, doing anything to break free from yours captor’s grip.

“Shhh, It’s me, just me. I won’t hurt you, Y/N, I promise on everything on this fucking planet I would never hurt you.” Lorcan’s voice and soft kisses placed on your forehead made you calm down a little as you sobbed into his shirt, still shaking from fear. One look down and he knew that the dried blood between your thighs weren’t from your period. It’s not the torture that broke you. Tears started escaping from Lorcan’s eyes as well when he hold you onto dear life, listening to your weak heartbeat and shallow breath.

And then he felt you. Saw you at the edge of the bridge that stopped midway over the big chasm. You were sitting with your head hidden between your knees, naked and wounded... The bond - the bridge was brittle and unstable, ready to collapse any moment and send you straight into the darkness. Without any thinking Lorcan sent every drop of his magic to you, building his part of the bridge, running towards you faster than ever. The shadows from his side of the chasm and mist from your side started flowing towards each other, mixing and blending, surrounding the two of you as Lorcan’s soul held yours, guarding you from the fall.

The Lion of Doranelle keeled beside his friends, his hands already glowing with white light. At first Lorcan growled, his instinct taking control over him. He was ready to kill anyone that came near you. But then he realized Gavriel is the only person he would trust fully to take care of you so he let him touch you. Again you started wriggling and screaming when Gavriel’s hands landed on your body but Lorcan was there to comfort you.

Soon few other healers ran into the room and started taking care of your most serious wounds so you could be transported to the castle without making anymore damage to your health. After a while you blacked out but your breath and heartbeat were steady and that’s the only thing Lorcan cared about.

When he carried you wrapped in three blankets up to his chambers he once more looked at your cell.

147 years. She was tortured for 147 years.

***

Everything ached. Every single inch of your body burned as you tried to open your eyes. The room was dark, only few candles lightened the walls. Heavy duvets and furs covered your chilled body from toes to chin, finally warming you up after years in cold cell.

Breathing in the scent you recognized immediately in who’s chambers you’re laying, after all you spent here so many nights compiling war strategies or complaining about your day and people that piss you off, sometimes laughing and joking with bottle of vine in hand and few times even babysitting Lorcan after he got way too drunk after won war. This place gave you so many amazing memories and now, after decades under lock and key and millions of hopeless nights you were here again. Everything were just like you remembered it.

Tears filled your eyes as you couldn’t believe it’s real. It was probably another of Maeve’s illusions yet it felt so real... so comforting and warm. No. She was doing it on purpose. In few moments you’re going to wake up in your cell and again get tortured the whole day, having in your mind the image of comfort you’d never feel again.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let tears wet your cheeks, preparing yourself for brutal reality to hit you when hoarse voice called your name; voice you could listen to for eternity. Turning your head you met beautiful black eyes in which danced reflections of the little flames from candles, making them look hypnotizing. Your lower lip quivered and more salty droplets of water fell on the pillow when you realized it’s not a dream. Broad hand moved to your cheek to wipe the tears but backed when you flinched under it’s touch, your breath become quicker and you felt a wave of fear creeping on you.

“It’s okay” the voice usually rough and serious was now soft and calming. “No one will hurt you, you’re safe now.” To confirm the words you felt little impulse through the matting bond.

“No” you whispered, your voice was dry and quiet. Shaking your head you repeated “no.” You wanted to wake up. Before you could believe it’s real, before it starts hurting too much. “You’re not real. It’s a dream.” Hopeless sobs left your mouth as you started fully crying. “It’s just an illusion.”

“Y/N look at me” Lorcan cupped your face, this time not letting go when you flinched but stroking his thumbs over your cheeks until you calmed down. Doing as he asked you aimed your eyes at his handsome face that you dreamed of almost every time. He had more scars, pale line crossed his left eyebrow leaving small cut what you found sexy, he also had dark circles under his eyes and in his dark orbs you noticed worry. “I’m here” he whispered. “I am with you and I won’t let anybody ever change this, I promise.”

“Lorcan.” You pulled lightly at the matting bond and chocked out a small laugh when he pulled back. Suddenly you realized it’s real. This time tears of happiness and relief fell from your eyes and you nuzzled your face into Lorcan’s hand. You best friend, your brother, your carranam, your mate. “You found me.”

Tears rolled down on both your faces as you stared into each others eyes. “I love you.” It was a whisper so quiet not even gods could hear it. “I have always loved you, Y/N. Even if I never wanted to acknowledge this fact, it was always you.” Lorcan’s words made your heart stop for a moment. “I don’t deserve you. I will never deserve you. Not after hating you for all those years while you were tortured right under my nose. But I promise you, I promise on everything on this planet, I will always protect you. No matter if you accept me as your mate or not, I will guard you from any harm with my life. Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

You tried to move your hand slowly under the covers towards your mate. Little whine left your mouth when you tried to raise it. Lorcan understood what you wanted to do and connected his other hand with your little palm, bringing it to his lips he placed several little kisses on its top. His lips against your skin were warm and enjoyable, the action made you feel safe. During the decades in cell you learned to hate men’s lips and hands on your body but when Lorcan touched you you found out how starved of a loving touch you were.

“Only the thought that maybe one day I’ll be able to see you again kept me sane down there” swallowing hard you slowly moved your hand from his lips to his cheek. By the way you noticed that where iron spikes were once embedded, now only pale scars remain. “I won’t make it without you...” you whispered at what Lorcan smiled gently.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. Ever.” Soft lips placed kiss on your forehead. Then one at the tip of your nose. Lorcan pulled away slightly to look deep into your eyes, asking you for permission. You smiled weakly but it was a happy smile. Your mate leaned down and connected his lips with yours, filling you with pleasant warmth. It was short and light but when he pulled away big smile lightened his face what made him appear younger and less scary. Another sight reserved only for you.

It was obvious you will flinch at even the slightest touch for a long time yet. Trauma doesn’t go away in one day and what happened in the dungeons will be reflected in your psyche forever but… Lorcan brought you comfort and calmness, feeling of safety. Maybe one day you’ll be able to function normally again.

You wanted to sit up but when when you tensed your weak muscles unbelievable pain shoot through your body making you whine. Lorcan immediately went on protective mode.

“Don’t move”  he laid you down and stroked your hair trying to comfort you.

“Almost all of your muscles and sinews were ripped, most of your bones were broken. Healers patched you up as much as they could but still there’s a lot of recovery before you.” The only answer from you was a low grunt. “I’ll go get healers. And something to eat, you must be starving. I can order to make you whatever you feel like. What would you want? Hot chocolate? I’ll get you hot chocolate, you always loved it.” Lorcan moved to stand up and leave but you grabbed his hand pulled slightly.

“Don’t go.” The quiet please was almost shy as if you weren’t sure if he wants to stay.

“I’ll be right ba-”

“Don’t go.”

Lorcan smiled softly at your flushed and scared at once face. “Okay.” He sat down on the chair standing next to the bed but you pulled his hand once again. He shot you questioning look but you only repeated your action.

Carefully as not to scare you Lorcan sat on the bed and lied down next to you. When he made sure you’re okay with his moves he dropped his one arm around you and delicately brought you closer to him. Still laying on your back you shifted your weight on the right side, groaning quietly but relaxing when pain stopped after few seconds. Nuzzling your head closer to your mate you closed your eyes but then you remembered one more thing.

Gray-white mist appeared on the bedroom floor and started climbing on Lorcan’s bed, dancing around the two of you and covering you like a blanked. Your mate smiled down at you and seconds later black wind and shadows joined your mist and started to mix with it as if Lorcan’s magic missed yours.

Finally after one and a half century of tortures you felt comfort, your mate’s embrace and two ancient powers dancing with each other made your eyes close. Your mist settled on you ready to hide the two of you from the world. Lorcan’s deadly wind floated around the room ready to aim and rip life out of anyone that could endanger his precious mate.

Your breath got steady and rhythmic, body relaxed and melted into warm furs and features softened. Lorcan laid by your side for almost an hour after you fell asleep, admiring your little snores that were probably caused by your nose being broken. He tried to find a strength to move from the bed and go order you food so you could eat when you wake up but the fact that you were with him again, nay, now you were his, made him stay, too afraid you’d disappear if he left you. So he laid there, stroking your hair and imagining the future you two could create. Together. As mates.

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Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[selkielore]

help girl i’m raging about sjm in 2021: i’m going to get all my thoughts out under the cut 

okay first of all. she wrote in so much chemistry between same gender characters that could easily be construed as romantic in like. MOST of her characters. like. her self insert bitchy assasin/queen character aelin? has chemistry with ansel of briarcliff and lysandra. dorian and chaol? MAJOR chemistry! they exchanged i love you’s. chaol’s emotional chemistry with dorian is better than any other character in the entire series. yes i think men should be able to have deep emotional friendships and love each other platonically but i’m also not wrong for saying they have the best chemistry out of any of their love interests and it would have made sense for them to end up with each other. 

not even to mention manon and elide which just. OOZED CHEMISTRY. they were amazing together! manon showed no interest in any man for the first 2 and a half books and talked about how much she hated men constantly. and as soon as her readers started talking about a f/f ship she ignominiously shunted elide off into a relationship with lorcan that didn’t make any sense. they had literally no reason to meet other than the fact that sjm didn’t want to leave readers under the impression that her characters could be queer. i would have rather read manon and elide ending up on their own as independent women chars instead of seeing them paired off with random dudes. 

don’t talk to me about aedion or the two background queer couples. aedion being bisexual was literally one throwaway line and never mentioned again, and both the background queer couples had so little time on page that i can’t remember their names and i just finished a re-read. like. she cares SO LITTLE. 

i also have a bone to pick with the way she writes m/f couples. i’m a lesbian and even i can appreciate fictional relationships between men and women. i loved alex x darlington in ninth house, jordan x declan in call down the hawk. i’m not hating on sjm’s het ships just because they’re het. i’m hating on them because every interaction between her many couples REEKS of toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny. the whole territorial fae thing is disgusting and played off as a joke every time. i also think the way she writes sex and romance is very unsexy... it’s all about the physical and has a very sexualized lens on both her female and male characters. i don’t need to read descriptions about “lush breasts” and “velvet wrapped steel.”  it reads like the male gaze even if it’s turned on men, too, which i just don’t find compelling or titillating. if i’m going to read a sex scene i want it to be based on underlying emotional tension, not quippy flirty banter. what makes sex & love compelling is vulnerability. 

okay i think i’m done now. not even diving into the way she treats characters of color and the colonialist undertones bc. i’ve exhausted my comprehensive thoughts for now. 

[rowaelinsdaughter]

OUR DOLL

a/n;; this is the dirtiest thing i've ever written, and you can see that i got a liiiiiitle carried by this... but come on!!! they are rowan and aelin. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ im on my knees for them.

WARNINGS;; smut without plot, degradation(?), orgasm denial, mommy and daddy dynamics, overstimulation, m!oral, aelin uses a strap on reader (this was so 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

rowan whitethorn was tired. his day had been filled with meetings. meeting after meeting. he was tired of diplomacy, of talking and everything. the only thing he wanted was to be in bed with his mates.

he made his way to their room when he heard a noise. a slap. stopping on the door, he sharpens his hearing, trying to figure out what it was. another sound. this time a moan. your moan. you were moaning. 

he opened the door, carefully not to disturb. your moans were louder now that he was inside.

“you like it, doll?” aelin said. her voice full of lust. 

fuck. rowan thought. he made his way to the open door of the bedroom, and the sight before him… fuck fuck fuck.

aelin was seated on the bed, her back on the headboard as she watched you bounce on her dick. a strap. aelin was using a strap on you, and you were bouncing like you would do on his dick. your eyes were close. moans leaving your mouth as aelin’s hands roamed over your body. a slap on your butt and the other hand was massaging your tit. 

rowan touched his dick. he wanted to release it from his pants. 

his eyes found aelin’s. a smirk on her face as she stops you, a whimper leaving your lips. 

“you like the sight, rowan?” your eyes follow aelin’s and you found rowan on the door. his dick begging to be free from his pants, and his eyes full of lust. 

you feel aelin on your side, her lips brushing your ear. “why don’t you turn around and beg to rowan?” 

a little nod and with her help, you turn around, your back pressed on aelin’s chest. you look at rowan through you lashes and notice that his shirt was gone, as well as his pants and underwear. the sight before you makes your walls clench around her dick, buried deep inside you. rowan grabs your neck so you are looking at him. lust and fervent desire. you look at his dick, precum was dripping from it. his hand moves to your neck and squeezes it, you look at his eyes again.

“you like my dick, doll? you want to suck it?” 

aelin bites your shoulder. “answer doll”

“yes”

“yes, what?” rowan demands.

“yes daddy” you answer, a wicked smile on their faces.

with her fae speed, aelin maneuvers you, and now you are on your hands and knees. her hands grabs your hips and she leaves a little from your cunt, making you whimper at the loss. rowan catches your hair creating a ponytail and before he can tell you what to do, your mouth is open and your tongue is out. an invitation. 

a breathy curse leaves his lips and with a push oh his hips, his dick is inside your mouth. at the same time aelin shoves her dick against your throbbing cunt. your body shrives at the sensation and a cry falls from your lips. they both start with the same rhythm, your body is on fire and you think you can die just from having them. 

“gods… look at you doll. such a dirty girl, just for us” aelin says with a harsh thrust to your cunt. if she wasn’t grabbing you, you would have fallen to the bed. 

“that’s it aelin, she’s our dirty girl, just our- fuck”  rowan hand gripped your hair as he cum on your mouth and aelin stops her hips. “that’s it, take it all doll, just like that. good girl”

aelin takes your hands, and with a pull you’re on your knees again, unable to move your hands thanks to her. rowan’s mouth is inches from your’s, his hands massaging your tits and pinching your nipples. 

“what do you want, doll?”

“i wanna cum, please”

rowan bites your shoulder and his lips travel to your ear. “where are your manners, doll?”

you shallow. “i wanna cum, please, mommy, daddy let me cum please, i’ve been a good girl, please” a tear falls from your eye and you feel aelin lick it. “good girl… we should let him cum rowan?”

“mmm, i think she has been a good girl for us” aelin thrusts into your pussy as rowan’s hand rubs your clit. 

the pounding is incessant, and you know the whole castle can hear you moaning, but they don’t care, let them know they are the only ones who can make you cry from pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-” a cry and you’re coming on aelin’s dick as they both bite your neck on each side. your body feels dizzy, your breaths are difficult as you feel like you're in heaven. aelin removes the strap from you, a little groan falling from your lips. she goes to the bathroom to prepare everything.

“let’s go bath, doll”

“i don’t-” a pair of arms raise you from bed, and you hear aelin closing the water. once you all are bathed, they take you to bed, each of them on your sides. a kiss on your shoulder and lips is the last thing you remember. 

“we love you, doll”

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[rowaelinsdaughter]

could i request rowaelin x reader, fluff where she has a horrible nightmare about them and they reassure her that it never happened and they just cuddle up with her PLS WIFEY🧎🏽‍♀️💔💗

NIGHTMARE

WARNINGS;; written in 3rd person, nightmares, blood, whip, trowing up, KOA SPOILERS

she woke up  in another room. not the one she loved in the orynth castle. no. she was in a room that she hated and that sometimes, hunted her dreams. 

she knew that chair. it was the same chair where her father had chained her mother, forcing  her to watch how he whipped her. she wore the scars, the same one’s aelin had once on her back. aelin. her mate, and rowan. they were her mates.

she looked for them in the room, but it was too dark, so dark that she couldn’t see her feet. but then a faint light appeared in front of her. blood. so much blood that it looked like valg blood, a sound, a whip sound. the light grew stronger, and in front of her…

“no” she whispered “no, no, no, no,...” 

she tried to break the chains, but it was impossible, she was forced to watch as her father whipped rowan. his arms were bound to the roof with iron chains, so he couldn’t use his powers to defend himself… and aelin. because aelin… she didn’t want to look to the ground, knowing what she was going to see, but a hand grabbed her neck and forced her to look at the ground.

a scream ripped her throat.

aelin was on the ground. a thin nightgown covered her body, or had covered her body, she couldn’t see her face, the iron mask she once carried, was hiding her beautiful features. and her back… she let her guts out to the floor. there was so much blood, so many wounds from the whip, she couldn’t even see the tattoo rowan inked on her. the hand on her neck tightened. 

“let’s have some fun” she felt  his wicked smile. 

she started screaming again. a distant voice was calling her name, but she couldn’t hear it. the voice was approaching, her name more clear now… 

she woke up again. this time there wasn’t blood, her father wasn’t there, she wasn’t chained to the chair, and her mate’s… 

a cold wind tried to calm her, she knew that wind and the scent that lingered with it… rowan.

a soft voice called her name… aelin. 

but the nightmare… she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, but it was too far. she fell to her knees, throwing up again, and again. two pairs of hands were rubbing her back, the same cold wind tried to calm her. once she was done, aelin grabbed her arms pulling her to her body, wrapping her body with her. rowan hugged both of them. and then she started crying again. 

minutes, hours… she didn’t know how much time had passed until she calmed down enough to talk, or not. 

“you want to talk about it?” aelin said. her voice soft, as if she would disappear if she raised her voice. she looked at her, and aelin felt her heart ache, there was so much pain in those eyes… she took her hand, playing with the ring she wore when they married, the same rowan and she wore. 

“you were dead” rowan and aelin tensed. “and rowan… was nearly dead. he… he whipped you, both of you, and…” she sobbed “and i was chained to the chair, i couldn’t move, i couldn’t do anything to save you. you were wearing the mask and your back… there was so much blood, i-” she didn’t finish. 

rowan grabbed her by the legs and shoulders, laying her down on the bed again. his arm was on her waist and aelin traced patterns on her arm. when she was more calm, rowan murmured. “we aren’t going to leave, doll. you hear me?? we are going to be here for you, we are going to live for a thousand years with you, and if something happens, we will find you. we will always find you angel. always.” he kissed her forehead. she turned in his arms so she was facing aelin, a silver line in her eyes. 

“can you tell me the story?” aelin didn’t ask what story she was asking for.

“of course angel” she grabbed her hand, and she felt rowan behind her, moving closer to her body.

“once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess, who loved her kingdom very much…” 

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tagging;; @throneofsapphics @shadowdaddies

[rowaelinsdaughter]

what happens in the forest stays in the forest

this is one of my favorite fics ive written so far, but i needed to write something fluff and with rowaelin. i miss them so much.

WARNINGS; none, pure fluff

you were bored

bored and tired.

since you found out you were pregnant 5 months ago, rowan and aelin didn't leave your side for a second, so you couldn't go out on the street if you weren't with them and they didn't trust the guards and fenrys couldn't be near you without that rowan growled at him.

you were in your room waiting for them to finish a meeting, but you were tired of waiting so you decided to go find them.

carefully, you go down the stairs and reach the door where the meeting is taking place and gently knock on the door, you place a hand on your belly as if you wanted to protect the baby from the people inside. the door opens and rowan appears. instinctively, a smile appears on your lips and rowan hugs you carefully, leaving a soft kiss on your hair while one of his hands rests on top of yours.

"what are you doing here? you were supposed to be in the room.”

“and like you said yourself, i was,” you joke. “but i was bored and i wanted to get out of here and spend time with you.”

you hear the sound of a chair dragging on the floor and immediately aelin appears, leaving a kiss on your lips. “come sit down you-”

“you can stand for a long time” you imitate her.

aelin sits you in her chair and the people who were there stand there not knowing what to do until…

“everyone out”

“but your majesty, you cannot do this”

“i can and i want to. now everyone out."

one by one they leave the room under aelin's gaze, promising a slow death to anyone who says otherwise or looks at you wrong. once everyone has left, aelin kneels in front of you, at the height of your belly, and rowan sits next to you.

aelin's hands caress your belly and as always she speaks softly to her. "hi little girl. i hope you are not giving mom too much trouble and let her rest.”

your hand strokes her hair gently and she gets up to sit at the table.

“i thought i heard that you were bored and wanted to spend time with us”

you sigh. “i've been stuck here for too long, i've already read all the books we have, i want to get out of the castle” you look at the two of them “why don't we go for a walk in the forest?”

there is silence and you wait for them to say yes, mentally crossing your fingers. rowan breaks the silence. “okay but we have to be here before it gets dark.”

you smile widely and rowan chuckles softly as aelin helps you up.

________

oakwald was undoubtedly your favorite place. you love the smell of wildflowers, the shade of the trees refreshes the atmosphere and the animals run back and forth.

after much insistence and many comments about why you shouldn't go barefoot, you finally convinced them to take off your shoes (which were also destroying your feet).

barefoot and holding onto their arms, you breathe deeply, letting your senses calm down.

you reach a clearing with a small waterfall and sit down to rest with rowan and aelin on either side.

“you don't have to stay with me, you know? why don’t you go take a bath?”

“i don't think it's-”

“yes, that's a good idea, come on, i'm not going to move from here.”

at the end, you watch as they take off their clothes and aelin runs to jump into the water while laughing. with rowan close to the shore, aelin takes the opportunity to grab his arm and pull him into the water with her. you notice the joy and love coming through the bond and you couldn't be happier for them and for the life you are creating together.

you feel a presence behind you and you turn to see what or who is behind you. a white shadow passes through the bushes. you are curious and carefully get up and follow a trail of white flowers from where you were sitting to an ancient tree. and in front of it,  the lord of the north in all his splendor.

your breath stops and the lord of the north approaches with slow steps until he is in front of you. being careful not to hit you with the antlers,he caress your belly with his nose. you raise your hand slowly so as not to scare him and pet his soft fur. he turns away from you and looks into your eyes, tilting his head. respect. for you and your baby. the lord of the north looks behind you and you turn to see rowan and aelin, fully clothed. a silver line decorates rowan's green eyes, while tears run down aelin's cheeks.

with a final nod to them, the lord of the north walks away into the trees. you feel arms surround your belly and aelin leaves small kisses on your neck, tickling you. rowan stands in front of you and caresses your cheeks with his hands to kiss you softly.

“don't leave again without saying anything”

you roll your eyes “it was too good to be true”

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all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

under the water

a/n: first part of my mini rowaelin x reader fic!!! this will have two more parts <33

warnings: smut, daddy dynamyc, fingering

the water was running down her body. her favorite shower lotion smoothing her skin and creating a light glow, and her shampoo smoothed her long hair. 

she had the vague sense of the door opening, and a pair of rough hands grabbed her waist and moved her back to him. his teeth nipped her neck and a hand moved to cup her breast.

“rowan” she whispered. 

“what, doll?” “please, we are going to be late to dinner” 

“dont worry, little dove, we have plenty of time until then”

the hand on her waist started to move down, and down, and down, until his fingers were teasing her entrance. the thumb moving slowly on her clit, with the perfect pressure to bring her on her knees. she leaned her head back and rowan took advantage of it and bit her neck. the moan she let was loud and she knew aelin had heard it, but she didn't care, not when rowan had entered two fingers on her dripping cunt. 

her knees shivered and he hugged her by the waist. his fingers started a slow, killing pace, as if he wanted to learn every inch of her, but then he started to fasten,and  his fingers found the sweet spot inside her.

a scream ripped her throat and she cummed. “there you are, dove” he groaned. the water cleaned her body and she leaned onto him, his fingers caressing her sensitive cunt. “i hope you’re not to tired dove, ‘cause im not done with you” 

she turned around so she could look at him. his green eyes were dark. lust was reflected in them and her legs closed involuntary. standing on her tiptoes, she hugged him by the shoulders and her lips touched his, tongues dancing and teeth crashing. rowan grabbed her by the tights and her legs circled his waist. she moaned in his mouth when she felt dick sliding up and down on her cunt. 

she broke up the kiss and bit his bottom lip, blood coming from it and rowan moaned at the sight of her. 

“fuck me hard daddy, don’t go easy on me” 

“you know what you’re asking?”

“yes, i want you to fuck me”

rowan smile was naughty, wicked and she knew she was fucked.  

with a hard stroke, rowan entered her cunt and they both moaned loudly. his hips thrusted into her hard and fast, just like she asked, like she wanted. her body moved up and down, and again, he found her sweet spot inside her. her screams, his groans and the water running were the only sounds in the bathroom.

she was close and by the way rowan was gripping her waist and tight she knew he was close too. 

“im close… fuck- im so close”

“you wanna cum?”

“yes, please daddy, i wanna cum” she cried “i wanna cum so bad”

he smiled wickedly “then cum”

his thrust fastened and with a bite on her neck that drew blood from it, they cummed at the same time. rowan hid in her neck and her nails scratched her nape. once they were both relaxed enough, he slid out his cock from her, a whimper leaving her lips, he brought her down to the floor carefully and kissed her softly. “i’ll be outside, ok?” she nodded and rowan left the bathroom. 

15 minutes later, she was dressing up when aelin entered with a box. she turned around to look at her and aelin kissed her. “hi babe” she smiled at the nickname and aelin smiled back “hi dove. i have something for you” 

“really?” aelin handed her the box. she opened and saw some panties. “i want you to wear this tonight” 

“ok, but… why?”

she smiled “you’ll see” aelin kissed her again and cupped her jaw “dont be late”

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[rowaelinsdaughter]

housewife!reader x modern!rowaelin

i couldn't contain myself and i wrote housewife reader but with rowaelin and modern au, inspired by @danikamariewrites feysands housewife reader fics. i love them so much 😭💌.

WARNINGS; none, allusions to s3x.

housewife!reader who has to wake up aelin almost every morning because if not she is late for work and in the end she stays sleeping in bed for a while longer because aelin has convinced her.

housewife!reader who makes a chocolate cake for aelin twice a week.

housewife!reader who has prepared some snacks that she knows rowan likes for after training.

housewife!reader who is living in her dream house because rowan and aelin wanted her to be comfortable and happy and to decorate it in her own way.

housewife!reader who has rowan's clothes in her closet because she knows he loves to see her in his clothes.

housewife!reader who shares a part of the closet with aelin and they have hidden the lingerie.

housewife!reader who has plants all over the house; in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the bedrooms... and he even has a small garden because he knows that food with fresh products tastes better.

housewife!reader who prepares a relaxing bath for them because she knows they arrive tired after a whole morning of meetings.

housewife!reader who brings lunch to the company because she knows they haven't prepared it for her and so she can spend some time with them.

housewife!reader who sends photos showing the new lingerie outfit she bought knowing that they are in the middle of an important meeting.

housewife!reader who the next morning is going to have to put makeup on her neck so the marks don't show.

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. do not copy /steal my work. no translations allowed. do not copy my theme.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

love marks

finally. FINALLY!!!!! ive finally finised this fic. i don't know why it took me so long, but i've already finished it.

WARNINGS; t0xic relationship mention, t0xic ex boyfriend, s3x allusions.

imagine it's the day after your night with rowan and aelin.

after months of dinners, kisses, gifts and caresses, last night while the three of you were having dinner together, you decided to accept the mating bond.

the sun's rays filter through the curtains and you begin to wake up. a slight pain in your intimate area and in your neck are the biggest signs of your night. kiss marks are all over your body and marks indicating that rowan and aelin are your mates decorate your neck. one on each side.

you rub your eyes with your hands and slowly open your eyes. two arms surround your waist and the first thing you see when you wake up is aelin. a light blush decorates her cheeks and her hair creates a golden waterfall on the pillow.

careful not to wake her, you caress your mark on her neck, but when you caress her, aelin growls and hides in your neck.

“good morning,” you murmur, stroking her hair and rowan tightens his arm around your waist a little more and pulls you to his body. your back molds perfectly to his body and you notice a light kiss on the back of your neck.

rowan's hand caresses your waist and massages your thighs. "are you alright? does something hurt?”

you turn to look at him and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“i'm perfectly fine, rowan.”

“mmm, perfect”

aelin begins to leave small kisses on your neck, your cheek and then, with one hand, she turns your face towards her to leave a kiss on your lips. aelin is the first to separate and as always since the first time you kissed her, you are left breathless.

“now these is a good way of starting the day”

a soft laugh escapes your lips and you watch as aelin gets up to go to the bathroom.

you leave one last kiss on rowan's lips and stand up as well, putting on rowan's shirt. you go to the other room where breakfast is arranged on the table where you usually eat when you want to be alone. you sit in your favorite chair located on one side of the round table, right next to the balcony overlooking the streets of orynth and the mountains.

you pour yourself a cup of coffee just as rowan and aelin enter. aelin pours herself a cup of tea. “do you want us to do something today?” asks you.

if you were honest, you didn't want to leave that room, you didn't want to be there forever, but then an idea occurred to you. before them you had a relationship with a boy. you were together for 4 years, and 2 years where he was cheating on you, but you loved him... it was a toxic relationship. but with the help of your sister and your friends you managed to get out of that dark pit in which you found yourself and at that moment it was where you decided to get away from him and move to orynth. where 2 years later you would find your mates. and that fear of a new relationship turned into ashes and a freezing blizzard took them away.

but apparently moving to another city and starting a new relationship was not enough for your ex and a few months ago you ran into him in a store and he started saying that he loved you, that you should come back to him, blah, blah, blah. you knew from aedion that he was living in a neighborhood near a bookstore you frequented, and you had seen him there several times. as if he were watching you.

so you decided to give him a good reason to leave you alone.

and looking at aelin you answer “yes, i would like to go to my favorite bookstore.”

____________________________

walking through the busy streets of orynth, you had one arm wrapped around rowan's and your other hand wrapped around aelin's. although you knew that many people were envious of you, others looked at you with happiness, and others who knew you from when you arrived here, stopped to greet you and congratulate you.

you were arriving at the bookstore and you decide to start your plan.

“i want to go to the bookstore for a moment to buy some things,” you say, separating yourself from them.

rowan frowns at you and before he can say anything, aelin says. “i don't think it's a good idea.”

you roll your eyes but still smile. “i'm not going to move from here until you guys get there, okay?”

in the end they accept but before leaving each one leaves a kiss on your lips. you enter the bookstore and angelina greets you, one of your best friends with her girlfriend myra and owners of the best bookstore in the city.

“hello ‘lina, how is everything?”

“i'm fine but…” she raises her eyebrows and her look indicates that she has seen rowan and aelin through the window “tell me, tell me. how is everything? are you happy? i want you to tell everything.”

you open your mouth to answer and the door bell rings indicating that someone has entered. you look at angelina's face and notice the change in her eyes and features, she goes from happiness to disgust. you notice a presence behind you and you don't have to turn around to know that your ex has entered.

you take a breath and turn to look at him.

"you need something?"

he tries to get closer to you and you walk away, approaching the counter and angelina. you cross your arms and raise your head. “if you have something to tell me, you don't need to come closer.”

“[name] i…” at that moment he notices that your scent is mixed with two others. pine and snow with lemon verbena, cracking embers and jasmine. you notice how the vein in his neck swells, indicating that he is angry.

“so, is it true? you are with them?"

you uncross your arms and rest your hands on your hips. “so what if it's true? you and i are nothing"

“we are nothing because you don't want to. i came here to get you back and i see you're warming beds like a-”

before he finishes speaking, you move your hair aside, leaving two marks on your neck visible. mating marks. the ones that indicate that you are her mate.

“before you finish that sentence, let me tell you that i'm not going to come back to you in a million years and that the only bed i'm going to warm is going to be my mates', which by the way, is also mine. so, do me a favor and get out of my sight if you don't want to die from burns or from lack of air."

you give him a smile and turn to grab the bags that angelina had already prepared for you. a malicious and amused gleam was reflected in his eyes. you head to the door without even looking at your ex who right now is looking at you as if you weren't the same person. and you were not the same person who was in a nightmare. you had managed to get out and now you were stronger.

you open the door and are met with the smiling faces of aelin and rowan. they had heard everything then.

aelin approaches you, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to her and place a kiss on your exposed neck. rowan's arm goes around your neck and leaves a kiss in your hair.

“so…” aelin's voice was sing-song “that's why you haven't let us accompany you?”

you give him a smile that makes rowan and aelin burst into laughter.

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[rowaelinsdaughter]

BAKING

based on an ask by @thehighladywrites

WARNINGS;; fluff, just fluff

aelin was many things. she was queen of terrasen, she had been an assassin, the best one in adarlan, in the entire erilea. but aelin wasn’t born to cook. she had tried, of course she had tried, but she nearly killed rowan once, and that was the last time she cooked. 

aelin was in a meeting with some courtiers, and she and rowan decided to bake her a cake, a chocolate cake. she was also addicted to chocolate. 

rowan had told the chef to leave, they wanted to do this on their own, even if it turned into a disaster. 

1 hour later, they had the cake, decorated with more chocolate.

“i have an idea. let’s prepare aelin a bath with her favorite scents, and then we bring her the cake” she said. rowan left a kiss on her head. 

“i love the idea angel”

they left the cake in the kitchen, and the walked to their chamber. while she was preparing the bath, rowan was lighting some candles and making the bed comfortable with cushions, blankets… she knew aelin needed to rest.

a moment later they heard footsteps that were too heavy, too drained, too tired. when she opened the door, candles and darkness greeted her, the scent of her favorite candles soothing something in her.

“angel? rowan?” she made her way to the bedroom, marveling at how it looked. “what?...” a pair of arms hugged her waist. she hugged aelin tighter. 

aelin laughed “hello angel”

“hello fireheart” leaving a kiss on her shoulder, she said “you look tense, come on, the bath is ready”

aelin turned around in her arms “you have done everything all of this, for me?”

“well rowan has helped, so yeah, we both have done this” she smiled softly at her “come on the bath is going to cool down” taking her hand, she grabbed her to the bathroom, taking off her dress and shoes. once aelin was in the bathtub, she grabbed her favorite shampoo, massaging her scalp in the process. she let out a purr.

“you complain about rowan, but you both are the same.” a little shut up from aelin, had her laughing. 

she was drying aelin and putting on her nightgown, when she lifted her head, looking at the door. “it smell like… chocolate cake” 

“ugh, you have ruined the surprise”

“oh come on, i would smell a chocolate cake everywhere”

“true”

leaving the bathroom, aelin made her way to rowan, placing a kiss on his lips while she climbed to the bed. aelin climbed to the bed too, and the rowan, with aelin in the middle of them. rowan gave aelin a plate with a piece of cake, then one to her and finally one for him. aelin was the first one to take a bite, and they both watched as aelin let a content moan.

“omg, this is amazing” another bite “you two should bake more cakes, for me obviously”

at the end, aelin had a cake once a week.

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