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[queenscharacters]

"I'm supposed to be dining with the Prince, you know..." Raina to Rowan (she be grinnnnin)

It went without saying that Rowan wouldn’t have attempted this without his cousin’s explicit permission. There was absolutely nothing conventional about this. One didn’t just intercept the king’s courting process while it was still occurring. Adam was a rational man, though, and he was rather benevolent far as monarchs went. He probably wouldn’t be this kind to a stranger, but Rowan was family, and there was no way the cousins had the same taste.

Still, though, he had been nervous. What if Raina was disappointed? What if she was convinced she was Adam’s person? He didn’t know if he had answers to every possibly question she could have. Hell, she probably had more than he was already anticipating. He just hoped the poor impression he was about to make on her could be redeemed. Rowan was usually far more confident than this, but there was something about this woman that rendered him weak.

Then he saw her grin, though, and something in Rowan relaxed significantly. He never wanted to forget the look that was on her face. “There’s certainly time to make his dinner, but I’m far better company.” He mused, almost tripping over his feet so he could beat her to her chair. The demonic side of his family would laugh at his attempts to be a gentleman. “And I can promise you that you have my sole attention.”

Part of that was a joke, a jab at Adam, but also the honest to Gods truth. Rowan wouldn’t be surprised if he wouldn’t be able to focus on his dinner tonight with Raina before him. “You look…breathtaking, by the way.” He added in complete awe. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. “Thank you for accepting my invitation. I know I might not be the prince, or even a prince, but if you let me, I will treat you better than a queen.��

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

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[fishnchip3011]

Haley being pissed about rowan and Sebastian is soo funny to me 😭😭 loving all your stardew stuff

THANK YOU!!!!! haley is perpetually annoyed at sebastian cuz rowan always talks to her when he and seb are going thru conflict n she is a staunch rowan apologist LOL she sees sebastian while walking down the street and prays to yoba to strike him with a bolt of lightning

[sollucets]

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[thedragonhermit]

Been seeing the hot witch wife meme floating around and felt obliged to make this addition while I’m suffering from Merrill DA2 brain rot again

[joonebugg]

JOONEBUGG!!!!!!!!! DROP ANOTHER OC X CANON WITH HORROR SANS!!!!!!! AND MY LIFE........ IS YOURS...........

YES SIR SOAKED-GHOST SIR!

Drew them getting married like you said that one time

(He/him on Rowan please ^_^)

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[userchai]

The great divine blessed Eddie with a long tongue to torture us.

yes. yes. YES.

long and it’s pierced, and he’s so skilled with it. goes down on reader for hours, and he’s an expert at it flicking it against them just right so their legs are shaking and they think they’ve seen god. (also he would kiss them after, running his tongue against theirs to let them have a taste.) and he’s always sticking it out at you, smirking when you get flustered because just the sight of it sends you into a complete frenzy. 😵‍💫

[jinjjayo]

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[iicarussea]

may i offer a pressure au in these trying times (mermaid/marine biologist au ft. my oc, rowan :D

in the au, rowan is a marine biologist & sebastian is a mermaid whos under rowans care bc he got caught by some poachers, who cut his arm fins & dorsal fins off (like what poachers do to sharks sometimes irl), so he cant swim properly & cant be out of captivity

rowans the only one who really treats sebastian like a person with a will and autonomy, so sebastian tolerates him the most :]

sebastian likes to get out of his pool and steal stuff from any offices he can get to, or he convinces expendables to get him stuff, and so rowan has to deal with that

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[queenscharacters]

"Are you flirting with me?" Raina to Rowan

“I’m trying to.” Rowan admitted, his smile soft. Usually he was pretty confident, but there was something about Raina that made him forget every thought in his head. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had him forgetting his own name. He’d never met someone that he’d been so interested in before. Raina could be selling rocks and he’d have to listen to her pitch.

He warned his cousin that he’d fallen for one of his suitors. Adam just laughed and told him to have at it, that none of these girls really had to come at all (whatever that meant). Rowan wasn’t sure how to exactly respond to that other than reiterate his initial issue. The future king told him this time, rather explicitly, he could court Raina. The little shit even promised he’d officiate the wedding if that’s how things ended.

In spite of that, he was still cautious. They had a handful of interactions thus far, but he didn’t want to be presumptuous. She still thought she was here for Adam. Raina had been courteous, but nothing about her actions should leave him inclined to think she was interested as well. He was just hoping.

“I’ve got permission from Adam himself to do so.“ He told her, then, realizing the implication of what he just said, explained, “He’s made his decision already…you can’t spread that, but it’s the truth. We have his blessing.” He wasn’t sure how to casually add that Adam noted how he liked Raina, not in a romantic sense, but approvingly…he was sure it would come up in the future.

His smirk was weak, but he still tried. “So you can flirt back with me as much as you’d like…most women will go home, but you don’t necessarily need to, if you don’t want to.”

[piqued-curiosity]

god i love being TRANS and having a STRANGE AND UNKNOWABLE GENDER... you wouldn't get it tho. it's too cool.

Me describing what kind of special mermaid I am to my friends on the playground at age 7 while we play pretend

[mariaofdoranelle]

so ummmmm........will we be blessed with more of the booty-call dare????? asking for a friend (me) ❤️👀😍❤️👀👀

Leia, my love, there is NOTHING I wouldn’t write for you. Especially when I’m having this much fun heheheh

The Booty-Call Dare - part 2

Read part 1 here!

Warnings: physical injury

Words: 1,6k

Rowan hung up his phone, confused and a little dizzy after Aelin’s call.

He barely paid any attention to the weight he was lifting in the bench press, that phone call took all the space in his mind.

In the years they’ve been friends, Rowan never, ever even dared to expect her to booty-call him. Not that he didn’t want it, of course.

It wasn’t news that Rowan had a crush on Aelin—who didn’t?

He grunted through the burning in his arms, it seemed like today was one of those rare days in which gym failed to empty his brain.

And then something dawned on him, like he was finally able to see through the mist: Aelin had just scheduled what sounded very explicitly like a hookup, about 58 minutes from now. For whatever reason, out of all the hang outs they had, tonight she needed him naked—in her own words, to ‘bang’.

In the few times he dared to entertain the thought of something romantic happening between them, Rowan never thought she’d just call him and very bluntly—

Wait, what the fuck was he still doing here at the gym?

At the exact same moment realization hit, Rowan lost his grip on the weight and watched as it crashed on his chest.

At first he winced at the sudden crushing feeling, but quickly rolled the barbell off his torso. Rowan had no time to be in pain—he needed to get his ass home and get rid of this post-gym horrid smell for Aelin.

Rowan only noticed the two gym bros that ran to help him when they were already pulling the weight off him. He showed his appreciation in brief words—he had somewhere to go, after all.

“Dude, you okay?” one of the guys asked, brows furrowed in concern as he watched Rowan get up and leave.

He would be in about 57 minutes.

˜˜

The following hour was a blur. One quarter of it was the longest shower of his life, but between driving home, cleaning the apartment, changing his bedsheets and getting the wine ready, Rowan barely had time to look at himself in the mirror before Aelin got there.

She didn’t say anything at first, just looked at him with a small smirk from under her lashes in a way that made his brain short-circuit. In a red wrap dress with her natural hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulders, she looked like present from the gods, wrapped just for him. She took a small step forward, hesitantly watching him, and that’s when Rowan lost his patience.

He gently pulled her face to his, one hand on her cheek and another on her neck, and watched it as her eyes slowly closed, her mouth soft and ready for him. When their lips touched—shit, feeling her pillowy lips was almost too much, and so far from that he used to imagine.

Aelin brushed her hands over his chest to his shoulder without breaking them apart, which made him stiffen, but he roughened up the kiss so she wouldn’t notice. Whatever happened at the gym, he could brush aside for a few hours. Rowan could die tomorrow, but he was still fucking Aelin tonight.

But then she put both hands on his chest again and literally pushed him inside the house, which brought a sharp burst of pain. He masked his flinch by turning around to lock the house, but it was enough to buy him time. One not-so-deep breath, one good wince and he turned back around to her, ready to go.

“Hi,” she said in a suggestive tone he’d never heard before—maybe he heard another girl use it, but never so perfect, so Aelin.

“Hey, yourself,” Rowan whispered, tugging her hair behind her ear.

Aelin’s hand went from her hair to the ends of his shoulders, and instead of basking on the motion, he went rigid, too worried she might slide her hands over his chest again.

She stopped almost immediately, her head tilting in confusion. “You good?”

“Perfect.” Rowan leaned to kiss her again, but stopped halfway. “You good?”

“Perfect.” Aelin gave him an intimate, radiant smile and resumed their kiss.

She tugged him by the neck, leaning her back against the wall and bringing him with her. This kiss felt more heated, it felt like something shifted as Rowan bit her lip and Aelin pulled the short strands of his hair, as if that torturous hunger for each other alone made the world stop.

She took the air out of his lungs in a way that made it physically impossible to breathe, and that’s how perfect his Fireheart felt tonight.

While sucking the skin of his neck, she fumbled with the buttons of his short-sleeved shirt and gaped when it was wide open.

“Rowan, your chest—“

“I know,” he said and kissed her again. Rowan took good care of his body, he wasn’t shy about it.

“No, that’s not…” Aelin pushed him back gently this time and stared into his chest with widened eyes.

He looked down to find that an explosion of red and purple adorned his chest, in a shape that resembled the barbell that fell on him an hour ago.

“This looks like some fighting pit shit,” Aelin murmured, then looked straight into his eyes and snapped, “You’re not fucking around with that, are you?”

Because of her visible distress, Rowan told her a cleaner, less horny version of his story.

“A weight—what weight?” Aelin sized the bruise across his chest and asked, “That one you do with two hands? How heavy was it?”

“Heavy.” Giving her the real answer wouldn’t help on his case.

Aelin squeezed her eyes shut and her shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh, as if whatever she was considering pained her.

“Put your shirt back on.”

“I— what?”

She picked his shirt from the floor and stood behind him to help him get dressed. “Try not to move your torso, just—“ Rowan thrust his arms out behind him to aid her, but it only made her curse under her breath and urge him to be careful.

˜˜

The prospect of fucking Aelin must’ve worked like an adrenaline shot, because once it was off the table, his ribs started hurting like a bitch. The doctor put him on painkillers now, which turned excruciating pain into a discomfort of sorts.

Trapped in this ER—more precisely, between one wall and three sides of the privacy curtain the nurse had closed—Rowan was glad he had Aelin to look at. She only left his side when absolutely required to, during his X-Ray, and now waited for the results with him, on a chair while he sat on a hospital bed, naked from the waist up.

They didn’t talk much, not if he excluded the amount of times she called him an idiot for dropping that weight; in fact, the last real conversation they had was that godsdamned phone call. Apart from holding his hand and some casual touches here and there, Rowan had no idea where he stood with her anymore. Every look she gave him was a kaleidoscope of worry and appreciation and something else he couldn’t pinpoint, it was absolutely nerve-wrecking now that his mental energy wasn’t channeled into his own physical pain.

Rowan cleared his throat. “About our phone call.”

“What about it?”

He looked down at that bruise that looked worse by the minute. “I’m pretty sure this thing is gonna compromise my performance tonight.”

Aelin blinked, her face morphing in a way that ‘disbelief’ didn’t sound enough to what she seemed to feel.

“Rowan, you’re injured. There won’t be a performance at all.”

Shit. He suspected that might happen, but he didn’t anticipate this crumpling weight on his chest when the answer finally came.

He had one chance, one job to do. And he fucking ruined it.

“I’m sorry. I know I won’t be able to do that in a way you deserve and…” Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a way to screw this up less than he already did. “Do you think we can at least salvage the friendship?”

Aelin tilted her head, a silent sign that she lost him.

Feeling his cheeks heat, Rowan explained, “You have… urges that I can’t meet in the timeframe you need me to.”

“What? No!” She straightened in her seat and kept strong eye contact as she said, “I booty-called you. It’s a sacred rite in modern society, I can’t un-booty-call you now.

Rowan was about to put his own desire aside and call out that insane logic when the sound of Dr. Towers opening their privacy curtain interrupted the conversation.

Black sheet against luminous board, two imperceptible stripes disturbing the transparent that symbolized his bones meant that he was fucked. Two broken bones, two women glaring at him in that curtained cubicle; Dr. Towers had a bland, teacher-like sort of death stare, but he avoided meeting Aelin’s—especially when the doctor warned that his tiny fracture could’ve been much worse, given the amount of weight he lifted.

“I want you in bed for a week, in the very least. The pain you feel will tell a lot of what to do and when, but no strenuous activities for the next six weeks.”

Aelin raised her hand to ask, “What about strenuous activities in bed?”

“Well, that depends on how strenuous this activity is,” the doctor said, struggling not to laugh. “Let’s give it two to three weeks if you go easy on him.”

Dr. Towers put too much faith in him. Rowan would easily break two more ribs just to fuck Aelin tonight.

A/N: 🕊️ goodbye goodbye goodbye their fuckfest was bigger than the whole sky 🕊️

PART 3 HERE

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[fishnchip3011]

i present to u: idiots (vampire edition)

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[arabriddler]

still can't stop thinking about the time Edward "get your hand out of that corpse" "axe- ax- accidental death" Nygma gagged at the sight of a single injured eye entirely because of whose eye it was...

He is soooo normal