#cressworth fluff

[thefirebreathingqueen]

At First Sight

Summary: Thomas Cresswell never believed in love at first sight, destiny, or fate; that is, until he met Audrey Rose Wadsworth.

Thomas Cresswell never believed in love at first sight. Never believed in destiny or fate either. He simply believed the world is what each person makes of it, and they are free to make their own choices and decisions.

His sister, Daciana had tried over and over again to convince him that there was someone out there waiting for him. Someone who fit with him like a puzzle piece and was perfect for him; his soulmate. He did not believe any of this.

He also believed one could never be truly and wholly taken with another at first glance alone. It would take weeks and months of getting to know each other before the effects of love crept in.

That was until he laid his eyes on a very peculiar girl sitting in the back of the classroom.

It was a day like any other as Thomas made his way to Dr. Wadsworths class, the sun was blocked by the clouds and the air warm, but not hot. Upon entering the classroom Thomas surveyed his surroundings, as he always did.

Dr. Wadsworth was sittin at his desk, reading over files. His eyes skipped across the room, landing on a new figure sitting at the back.

It was evident they didn’t belong there.

He seemed more like a she.

It was obvious in the way they sat that they were taught from a young age to sit like a lady, straight back, ankles together, quite a polarizing difference from the other young men in the room.

The bulk of their clothes was not enough to hide the subtle curves and narrowed shoulders and waist of a traditionally feminine body.

Their face was more rounded and delicate, even though most of it was hidden by the shadows casted by her hat.

It also appeared that there was a slight bulge at the back of said, presumably where a woman might tuck her hair when hiding it, though raven curls still escaped to fall around their face.

Yes, Thomas was almost entirely sure that there was a woman in this class.

He didn’t think much of it until her eyes flicked up, her green meeting his brown.

Just the sight of her knocked the air from his chest like a blow. Her eyes flicked down yet again, most likely to avoid attention.

———

She hadn’t spoken all class, not that he expected her to, it would make more sense to hide her identity. Still though, Thomas wondered what her voice sounded like.

———

When Thomas has been asked if he would like a private lesson from Dr. Wadsworth he had been thrilled. He was always searching for more knowledge and this seemed to be the easiest way to accomplish that.

He had, however, not been prepared to walk in and find the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

Sure he had been warned by Dr. Wadsworth that his niece would be joining them, he just didn’t expect her to be so pretty.

He struggled to pay attention, even as he was writing down notes and measurements.

Her emerald green eyes were focused as they stared into the cavity, carefully working. Her brow furrowed and Thomas believed that it was likely one of the most adorable things he had ever witnessed.

He did not expect these feeling stirring in his chest, did not expect the cloudiness in his mind, did not expect the sweatiness of his palms as she drew near.

So no, Thomas Cresswell never believed in love at first sight, destiny, or fate; that is, until he met Audrey Rose Wadsworth.

[mentallyinwalmart]

‘Neighbors’ A Cresswoth AU

Not many people bothered my in my apartment. I was one of three studios on the fifth floor, and the rest of this floor was occupied by the mammoth AC and heating units, making the noise level high, but the rent low. 

The floor consisted of me, a grad student, my neighbor two doors down who had about a hundred cats that she hid on the roof whenever the super came by to fix something, and the empty apartment between us. Oh, and the temperature regulation units, and the occasional pigeon that wandered in from the often open door to the roof. 

That is, until this morning, when a whole mess of banging and cursing could be heard coming from the hall outside my door. And then, what sounded like someone trying to key into my apartment. I jumped up from my chair, dropping my book where I’d been sitting and dashed across the room, not bothering to look through the peep hole and yanking open my front door to reveal--

A boy who looked no older than I was fumbling with a set of keys, his cheeks flushing as he looked at me, then past me into my apartment. 

“I--” He stammered as his eyes moved back to my face, still managing to scan and catalog my whole face despite seeming very flustered. 

“Do you often like to break into the apartments of young women?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I let my eyes rove over his smooth waves of hair, his piercing dark eyes, and his unfairly sharp jawline. I feel a slight tingle in my chest and curse my would-be intruder for being someone I would normally try and hit on. “Or am I a special case?” 

“The super told me 503. But obviously,” He seems to have searched every inch of me and decided he liked what he found because the blush fades from his cheeks and he leans into my doorframe. “He was mistaken.”

He shoots me a cocky grin before pushing off the doorframe and taking a step back. As he does so, the elevator dings and the doors open to reveal a heap of boxes, loose books, furniture, and the most hauntingly beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her long dark hair hangs in curtains around her face, and her face looks as though it was sculpted from marble. From the way she is dressed, to the way she carries herself, even as she holds two precariously stacked boxes, she looks like she stepped straight out of a renaissance painting. 

I drag my gaze away from her and back to the boy in the hall who is studying me as I stare at the girl in the elevator. I shoot him a dirty look before moving to close my door, but not before I hear the woman call in a voice so sickeningly low and melodic, 

“Found the room Thomas?” 

Thomas

He raises his eyebrows at the girl, eyes drifting back to me, but before he can speak, I do. 

“502 is yours.” I let my gaze rove over him one last time as I gesture to the apartment across the hall. “Hope you aren’t allergic to cats.” 

I close my door on my beautiful new neighbor and his even more captivating girlfriend, moving across the room to get back to my book.

But my day is unproductive. Noise of laughter and light-hearted bickering coming consistently from the hallway until finally, it fades into the usual silence, broken up only by the loud banging of the AC units.

I take a pause midway through the evening, deciding to change into my pajamas and make a cup of tea. I pull on some large boxer shorts and a cut-up T-shirt that boasted that “I dig bones”. I had tried to explain to Liza that this was an archeologist joke, not a forensics joke, but she had insisted on buying it for me anyway. I tied my hair into a high ponytail and finish my assigned reading while nursing my cup of tea.

 Just as I finally begin to outline my thesis and begin to feel as if perhaps I won’t lose this whole day to my new neighbor, a knock comes at my door.

Assuming it is Mrs Harvey here to ask me to retrieve one of her cats from the roof I pad over to the door. Out of habit, I open the door without checking the peep hole and, for the second time that day am faced with my annoyingly attractive new neighbor. Thomas. 

“Can I ask you a favor?” He keeps his eyes fixed firmly on my face, and I notice his own jaw seems clenched and his cheeks slightly pale. “There are about a million spiders that have just emerged from a drawer in my kitchen, and I can’t get ahold of the super.” 

For some reason, I nod. 

“Let me just fetch a few glasses.” 

He looks perplexed but I leave him at the door, quickly grabbing a large bowl, a glass, and a piece of card stock from my desk before returning to the hall. He looks as though he wants to question me, but decides against it, simply leading the way into his apartment.

It is an absolute mess. The only room that seems to be properly set up is the bedroom, the rest of them a state of disarray, boxes and random objects piled up everywhere. The layout is nearly identical to mine, and I know my way to the kitchen without his direction. 

He points to the drawer, hanging back at the edge of the kitchen as I venture closer. On the counter are three fat daddy long legs, somewhat formidable in size, but not at all concerning to anyone over the age of seven. Except apparently this giant baby. I quickly trapped all three of them under the bowl, spotting a fourth skittering across the counter. I quickly trap that one under the spare glass, and drag it across the counter before slipping the paper under both dishes. 

Thomas practically jumps out of my way as I march through the kitchen, out the door, down the hall, and onto the roof. I let the spiders go in the roof garden before turning on my heel to see Thomas standing just past the threshold of the door. 

“That was impressive.” Is all he says, and for the first time I can see him taking in my outfit, pausing for just a moment too long as he takes in my torso, eyes lingering on where my nipples are visible through my shirt, erected by the cool night air. 

I raise an eyebrow as I take in his clothing, his faded pajama pants and baggy concert t-shirt a clear indication that he too had been winding down for the evening.

Silence hangs about us in the air, and I realize it is my turn to speak. But I can’t think of anything, so I simply stare at him, tucking my dishes under my arm. 

“Let me repay you.” He says with a smile, “Dinner.” I flush and he grins, “I can’t offer much, being a broke grad student and all, but I can offer some of the leftovers my sister left in my fridge.” 

My brain whirs, catching on the word sister. So that was the beautiful girl he was with! Now that I knew to look, the family resemblance was there. I offer him a smile, stepping towards him. 

“Thank you, Thomas. That sounds lovely.” I walk over to him, stopping just before him.

He raises an eyebrow, 

“Anytime, Audrey Rose.”

I started, 

“How did you.”

But he grinned, 

“A magician never reveals his tricks.” I shake my head and step to move past him but he puts a hand on my waist, “But it was on your mailbox.” 

My heart flutters at his touch and his words in equal measure. He looked at my mailbox. A weird thing to be excited about, but I didn’t let myself get bogged down by my own cynicism. 

We eat, drink, and make merry, talking about everything from politics, to our classes in school, to whose grad program is better. By the end of the night I am very content with my new neighbor, especially when he insists on walking me home. 

I laugh as we walk across the hall and he gallantly opens my door for me. 

“This was good fun, Audrey Rose.” He says with a smile that lights up his eyes, “I would love to do it again.” 

He leans towards me and my heart flutters, is he really going to? But before I can mortify myself by leaning in as well, he plucks the phone from my hand. He types in a few numbers and ringing can be heard from somewhere in his apartment. 

“Now you have my number.” He says, “I encourage you to use it.” 

I smile as he bows his head slightly before turning away to go back into his apartment. I close the door and lean back against it, holding the phone as though it contained the most precious secret on earth, staring at that glorious set of numbers glowing back at me. 

AAAAAAAA thank you so much for reading!!! I loved writing this so much I’m thinking of making it a series. Would you guys want to read two or three more that come from this AU? 

xx

[shyvioletcat]

Ohohohohohoh can I pleeeeeeease have #3 (will you make a gingerbread house with me?) and maybe #18 (merry christmas, motherfuckers!) for Rowaelin? I know from personal experience that might not be enough of a prompt so I'll sprinkle in #4 (excuse me-where is my christmas kiss?) in if possible. 😍

This seriously has not plot. I just poured a bunch of fluff in a bowl and tried to make a cake from it. Day 2 of my Rowaelin Holiday Celebration.

~~~~~

Holiday music played softly through the speakers in the car, Aelin humming along. Movement caught her eye and she saw Rowan tapping away on the steering wheel in time with the music, he looked at her and gave her a smile when he saw she had noticed. They were on their way to Elide and Lorcan’s place for their holiday get together with their friends. But what was probably the most exciting thing about Yulemas this year was their passenger in the back.

There was a soft thump, followed by a jingle, that was followed by a soft coo that had Rowan turning down the music a little more so he could hear it better. Elspeth had just figured out that she actually had limbs and moving them around erratically was her new favourite form of entertainment. Rowan looked into in the rear view mirror so he could see their two month old in the reflection of the mirror on the headrest of the backseat, and he smiled at what he saw.

“She’s so cute,” he said, utterly smitten.

“Well, I made her, so,” Aelin said by way of explanation. 

Rowan reached over and held Aelin’s hand. “That you did, and you did a very good job of it too.”

That made Aelin laugh, squeezing Rowan’s hand as they kept driving. It wasn’t too much longer before they arrived, parking on the street in front of the Lochan-Salvaterre home. As soon as they stopped Rowan was out of the car, Aelin left him to get their daughter out of the car while she gathered the bags at her feet. When she got out of the Rowan had the infant out of the car seat holding her so she faced outwards. Aelin pulled her little beanie over the wispy blonde hair while she was still in his arms.

Then Rowan took Aelin’s free hand in his and their little family made their way up to the front door. They didn’t even get a chance to open it themselves before it was swung wide open. 

“What in the name of Hellas have you done?” Lorcan’s voice boomed in the quiet night.

Aelin grinned, she knew exactly what he was talking about. All three of them were dressed in matching ugly christmas sweaters, knitted to almost gaudy perfection. She glanced at Rowan who was beaming, and then pulled at Elspeth’s sleeve so it covered her tiny fist. 

“Let us in already, it’s freezing out here,” Aelin scolded, Lorcan still standing in the doorway.

He immediately stepped aside, shaking his head. Once inside, before Rowan could even protest, Lorcan had lifted the baby out of Rowan’s grasp and was holding her up so that he could see the whole outfit. 

“She looks ridiculous and it’s just mean,” Lorcan muttered. “Come on, Elsie-baby. Let’s get you away from your cruel parents. I hope you vomit on this ugly excuse of a sweater.”

And just like that their child was whisked away into the party. Rowan was helping Aelin sort the bags out when another child approached them.

“Aunty Ae!,” Ruben said excitedly.

“Rue!” Aelin said back, hugging the boy back as he hugged her legs.

The four year old grinned up at her, his Ashryver eyes gleaming with excitement. “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

“Of course I will,” Aelin replied. “I’ll just put these things down and then I’ll be right with you.”

“You promise?” 

“I promise,” Aelin swore. She looked at Rowan who was looking a little torn. “Go follow her around, I know you want to.” Aelin gave him a nudge in the direction of Lorcan who was showing everyone the baby, no doubt saying slanderous things about the sweater. Elide brought their own son over, the nearly one year old was very excited to see the baby.

“I don’t know why he’s ragging on us,” Rowan said. “Korbin is literally dressed as a reindeer.”

Indeed he was. Dressed in a little fleece reindeer footed suit, a hood with antlers and everything, locks of his dark hair poking out. Rowan left her then, heading into the party. Aelin put the presents under the tree, dropped the food off in the kitchen where she stayed at the bench to help Ruben with his gingerbread house. She was cutting sour straps for shingles for the roof when Fenrys and Asterin arrived, the open plan of the living, dining and kitchen giving her a good view of the party. Aelin could tell he’d arrived already a little tipsy from the grin on his face. Fenrys stopped in the entryway to the living room, arms spread wide, ready to greet the rest of the guys who had set up on the couches. 

“Merry Yulemas motherfu—“

Asterin clamped her hand over his mouth. “Fen, the kids.”

“What? It’s not like it’s a lie,” he said, giving a sweeping gesture at Rowan, Aedion and Lorcan.

Aelin snorted, trying her hardest not to laugh.

“What are you laughing at, Aunty Ae?” Ruben enquired, making a jellybean path.

“Uncle Fenrys is very inappropriate,” Aelin answered.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that he gets into a lot of trouble all the time,” Aelin explained. 

“Santa won’t be bringing him presents then,” the boy said very seriously.

That made Aelin laugh again. “You’re right.”

Once the gingerbread house met Ruben’s approval they joined the rest of the party in the living room. Aelin tucked herself into the couch beside Rowan, her nephew clambering onto her lap. Her husband had managed to gain custody of their daughter again, grinning as he played with her. She was lying on his chest, her elbows propping her head up as Rowan kissed her chubby cheeks over and over, making her coo in delight, giving her father her most darling gummy smile. The main event in the room was Lorcan and Fenrys trying to get Korbin to walk between them, but Aelin could look away from Rowan and Elspeth. There was such joy on his face as he interacted with their daughter, pressing smacking kisses to her cheeks. They both laughed when he went to kiss her again, but she turned her head, catching his nose in her mouth. 

Rowan tipped his head back and laughed. “I love you so much, my little one.”

At that Elspeth laid her head on his chest, tired from holding herself up for so long, and spotted her fist and worked very hard to get it into her mouth. Aelin stretched the sleeve of her sweater over her hand and wiped the spit off Rowan’s nose.

“Hey,” Aelin said when her job was done. “Where’s *my* Yulemas kiss?”

Rowan gave her a lopsided smile as he lent in, Aelin meeting him halfway sharing a kiss in the chaos and fun of the night.

“Happy Yulemas, Fireheart.”

Aelin kissed him again. “Happy Yulemas Buzzard.”

~~~~~

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[darklesmylove]

powers of deduction | cressworth

some valentines day cressworth! i wrote this because im currently on the last book and the angst is torturous so here’s some fluffy fluff for you! 

enjoy <3

tags: @city-of-fae @thomasscresswell @danieldesario @illyrianbeauty

***

Thomas Cresswell was an exceedingly hard man to buy gifts for, that much Audrey Rose could attest to. But after years of marriage, she had become a self proclaimed expert at reading him and his wants that he would never admit out loud. Sometimes even before he knew them himself.

Sir Isaac Mewton had, at first, become a reluctant addition to their partnership, but that had quickly dissolved into an unconditional love like that of a real child. Audrey Rose knew that Thomas was itching to have children of their own despite their still relatively young age, but it was at her discretion that they would decide it was time. After all, men were not the ones who had to carry a living being inside of them for nine whole miserable months.

So for Valentine's Day she had decided to get him the next best thing to tide him over until that time came.

It was heart wrenchingly difficult to select a puppy to adopt amidst all of the animals begging and hoping for a home outside of a cramped metal cage. If she could, she would have taken them all home with her.

In reality she had come away with an adorable Corgi puppy that had been so excited upon her arrival it had tripped over its tiny little legs in an effort to run to her. A shiny red bow was looped around his neck; he panted happily with its soft pink tongue lolling to the side in pure joy. At the sound of the front door opening and closing, signaling Thomas's arrival, she gathered the dog into her arms, giving him a nice scratch behind its ears to calm it down some.

"I'm home, my love!" Thomas called from the foyer with his usual cheer, making a smile curl at the corner of her mouth at his imminent reaction to her gift.

"Come join me the living room, Cresswell, I have a surprise." She bit down on her lip, excitement and nervousness  buzzing through her veins to the point that she was close to vibrating. His heavy, sure steps padded against the marble floors until he rounded the corner.

Immediately, at the sight of her holding a puppy, he froze, mouth almost comically agape.

"Happy Valentine's Day from me and Barkimedes," she grinned devilishly, Barkimedes bouncing in her arms in particularly enthusiastic emphasis. Thomas's incredulous laugh warmed her skin like sun rays on a particularly pleasant summer day. 

"Like Archimedes," he nodded with a teasing eye roll, "Making fun of my naming choices, I see." 

She tilted her head in amusement, allowing Barkimedes to jump from her lap and rush into Thomas's embrace as he opened is arms in invitation. He chuckled, sinking to his knees and allowing the puppy to attack him with incessant kisses. Of course the dog had taken to him so quickly, it seemed Thomas Cresswell could charm anyone and everyone with wicked ease.  

She could do nothing but admire her husband, his golden eyes glimmering with adoration as he cooed lovingly, messy brown locks falling into his eyes in perfect disarray. Finally, after a long few minutes of affectionate cuddling, he scooped the puppy into his arms, lazily making his way over to where she lounged on the couch.

"How did you know I wanted a puppy?" he narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion, though there was genuine curiosity behind the inquiry.

She let a smirk curve the side of her rosy lips upward in smug satisfaction. "You're not the only one with attuned powers of deduction, Cresswell." 

He regarded her as if he could ravage her based on that statement alone. 

Her giggle in response made him pout ever so slightly. Though she had no qualms about ravaging or being ravaged, it was sometimes amusing the smallest things that made him regard her in such a manner. The pout turned into a lopsided grin as he noticed her lingering stare. At the endearing look she couldn't help but soften, shifting closer and leaning against his hard frame. 

"I know you've been wanting a child, Thomas," she murmured gently, tracing a fingertip along the back of his hand, Barkimedes curling up in his lap with a contented sigh. "Until I am ready, I thought it would be appropriate to find you a different baby to take care of in the meantime."

When she looked up, she startled to see the glimmer of tears welling at the corners of his dark lashes. 

"Damn you, Audrey Rose," he chuckled almost mournfully, "You know me better than I know myself. Barkimedes will be more than sufficient until you are ready." 

A brief pause. 

"And know that I meant it when I told you that you and only you will decide when the time is right. I refuse to pressure you or try and control you and your body that I have no claim to. When you so choose, I want nothing more than to raise a child with you and be the greatest father I can possibly be. That I will promise you, Audrey Rose Cresswell."

Now her throat choked up with the threat of tears, the speech another constant reminder of just how deeply in love she was with her husband. He would never force her to obey his will, and no matter what society told him he had possession of, he would always remain her equal in both body and mind.  

A playful look quirked at his lips as he snaked an arm around her waist, a teasing sparkle in his eye. 

"Though I must add, my lovely wife, that if you decide to get me an animal every time I silently wish to have a child, we might own a zoo by the time that day comes. Sooner rather than later we'll have Aristurtle and Frederic Chirpin and a plethora of other badly named pets to take care of."

She snorted with a gentle shove against his shoulder, though it didn't take her long to get lost in his gaze, a stare of pure adoration and love that encapsulated the warmth of a thousand stars.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Thomas," she whispered, not giving him a chance to reply before her lips collided against his, so unimaginably soft it was a wonder that she ever stopped kissing him.

The only thing able to break them away was a fit of giggles at Barkimedes attacking them with kisses of his own.

[nalgenewhore]

if you break me with angst it means no more cressworth fluff where audrey rose sleeps with thomas’ jacket HMMMMMMM

YOUUU DON’T SCARE ME JUST WATCH ME BITCH 

[dashedwithromance]

K but like cressworth Christmas? Fluff/smut

IN THE PROCESS I PROMISE YOU

[mentallyinwalmart]

A Fun Cressworth College AU

“walking between my SO and you and I accidentally grabbed the wrong damn hand” A modern Cressworth AU inspired by a prompt from the incredible @guarneretoye 

You know how sometimes you’ll be walking with a group of two other people? and then when a group walking in the other direction passes by you, everyone’s position gets all jumbled up? Well, that’s exactly how I got into this mess.

Will, Thomas, and I all have class in the forensics lab at one in the afternoon. While Will has Criminology, Thomas and I are in the same Forensics 201 lab/lecture. The three of us walking together was never formally arranged, but Will and Thomas live in the same hall, and that first day of lecture, Thomas held the door open for us, Will thanked him, the two of them struck up a conversation, and now it’s a daily thing. 

Would Will be as friendly and chatty if he knew about all the flirtatious comments Thomas made when he wasn’t around? Would he be as willing to “bro-out” with Thomas on our little walks if he knew that on more than one occasion I have vented about him to Thomas when we were in a fight? That Thomas frequented my dorm with a cup of earl grey and a new pad sticky notes when he noticed that I was running low?

I sincerely doubt it.

But I don’t mention it, because despite what I tell Thomas every time I accuse him of stalking us when he joins us on our walks, I enjoy his company. Or at least, I always did until today.

We were passing a rather large group of social science students, debating about some philosophy or another. The group split down the middle and half went on the left side of us, the other to our right. I bumped many shoulders and muttered many “sorrys” before I finally made my way through. 

“What a mess” Will’s voice came from my left side.

“I know right, hate people with friends.” Liza’s voice came from my right and she appeared at my side, a grin on her face, her curls a mess from the wind. 

“Didn’t your lecture start half an hour ago?” I asked, threading my hand through Wills at my left side as I grin at my cousin. While normally his hands feel calloused and cool, almost clammy, today they feel softer, and sort of warm. I ran a finger over his knuckles, attention still mostly fixed on Liza.

“Being late is in fashion.” Liza had said, waving a hand at me before she darted away from our group, heading up a path towards the design studio. “Catch ya later!” 

I grinned as I watched her go before turning my attention back to Will and Thomas. 

“Will--” I began, but I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I ran my eyes over Thomas at my side, and Will on his other side. I realized in horror that I was holding the hand of the wrong man. 

I of course dropped Thomas’ hand instantly, shooting him a death glare, but he only shot back a lewd grin. My cheeks felt so hot I was worried Will would feel the heat and deduce what had happened. 

But blessedly, he didn’t, and simply bid us goodbye before bounding up the steps to the second floor of the building, while Thomas and I went into the other stairwell to go to the basement. 

The moment we were alone I smacked him in the ribs. 

“How dare you, Cresswell!”

But that bastard just grinned at me, and had the gall to say, 

“I’ll remind you Wadsworth, you took my hand, I was just being polite.” Another wicked grin plays at his lips, “Though I thought perhaps you were finally returning my affections.”

I shook my head and left him in the stairwell as I moved into the classroom. I was still fuming when he came in, but despite my glares he still took up his normal seat at my side. He even had the nerve to ask if I was scared, and offer his hand to me when the professor showed a particularly nasty video of a botched incision. 

But despite how angry I was-- am, I must admit, his hands were not miserable to hold.

[mentallyinwalmart]

‘life of the party’

A Cressworth St Patricks Day Fic. Follow up to ‘Locked Out’ and apart of my modern AU ‘Neighbors’.

I sit up in bed, wrapping a sheet around my chest as Thomas opens the window and let’s in the sound of the city.

It had been two weeks since our first hookup, and in the last fourteen nights, Thomas had spent eleven in my bed.

He claimed it was because he had earlier classes, so it was easier for him to slip out in the mornings, but I think it was because he was embarrassed of the constant state of mess that ruled his apartment.

Thomas crashes onto the bed beside me, dropping his head into my lap. He grins up at me, bare except for his pajama pants. He reaches up, and I smile, but then, he catches me off guard by pinching me.

“Ow, Thomas! What was that for?” I demand, smacking his hand away.

“You aren’t wearing green.” He gestures to his green striped pajama pants. “Happy St Patrick’s Day.” He presses a kiss to where he had pinched me before sitting up in bed.

“My eyes are green.” I fire back, leaning over to pinch his bicep.

“Doesn’t count, you aren’t wearing your eyes.” He pinches me back, softer and more playful this time. “At least I hope you never take them off.”

I shake my head and push him away. He grins and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. I hear him turn on the tap, fill something, then I hear the click of the electric kettle snapping on.

“Just make yourself at home why don’t you!” I yell down the hall.

A laugh comes from the kitchen and my skin tingles slightly. I curl my toes as a lazy smile spreads across my face.

He reenters a moment later holding a cup of black coffee and a cup of tea. He offers the tea to me before settling back into bed beside me.

“What’s got you so chipper?” He asks, a smile playing at his own lips.

“I’m just excited about the party.” I say, cocking my head as I smile up at him.

“Oh right about that. I won’t be able to make it to your party tonight.” He says, turning serious, “I’ve got a date.”

I feel my mouth drop open and move my lips, but no words come out. Thomas’ drops his facade and grins.

“I’m kidding, Wadsworth.” He says, “Though I am glad to see that you are glad I don’t have a date.”

“Date whoever you want.” I mumble, taking a deep sip from my teacup and praying the heat I feel rising to my cheeks isn’t noticeable.

“Well…” Thomas pauses, and I lift my gaze from the content of my cup to meet his soft eyes, “The only person I want to date is you.”

I choke on my tea. We haven’t had that conversation. True, I’ve thought about doing something more with him, something beyond enjoying his body, and the feelings it could inspire in mine.

But my fears overwhelm my desire, and I swallow the tea along with the lump in my throat.

“You should really get going.” I say, standing up, still holding the sheet around me, suddenly self concious of my nakedness. “I have a lot of prep for the party. Plus Liza will be here in less than two hours and I need to make myself, presentable.”

Where I would normally expect a quip about how good I looked in nothing but a sheet, Thomas was silent. He just nods, then pulls on his t shirt and silently leaves my room.

I hear him rattle with his keys before the door opens then shuts. I lean against the door frame, wishing we hadn’t left it that way. I grab my pajama shorts and slip them on, quickly grabbing a shirt off the top of my dresser. My heart sinks as I look at it.

It was the shirt Thomas had on the night of the spider incident. The night we had talked in his kitchen til the early hours of the morning.

I run my fingers across the soft fabric. Thomas likes to joke that everytime he managed to steal one of his shirt back, I took three more in its place.

I smile as I press the balled up shirt to my nose, hoping against hope it may still smell like his body wash, or his cologne. But it doesn’t. The only scent that clings to the shirt is oh my perfume, and faintly, our commingled sweat.

I set the shirt down on the bed, resolving to deal with that, and my feelings, later. I pull on a green tank top from my top drawer and walk to the kitchen, rinsing our cups and putting them in the dishwasher before turning on the oven and the crock pot. I pull some meat and butter from the refrigerator, setting a timer before I leave them to defrost on the counter.

I grab my phone and my Bluetooth speaker, checking my messages as I walk to the shower. A few texts from Liza, letting me know when she planned to come over to help me prep. But none from Thomas. I don’t even know if I want him to call me. I shrug it off and hop in the shower, humming along to the music as I clean myself, starting with my hair and working my way down.

When I get out I check my phone again:

No new messages.

I try to stop my heart from sinking at the thought of hearing nothing from Thomas. It hasn’t even been an hour since he left. I remind myself, wrapping my hair in a towel before slipping into my bathrobe.

—

A knock at my door pulls me from my haze of singing and baking in the kitchen and I dash across the room.

Thomas. I think as I open the door wide to reveal:

My cousin, dressed in a green pleated mini skirt and a black halter top. She grins, throwing her arms around me.

“Audreyyyy!!” She exclaims, squealing so loud I fear she may send Mrs Harvey’s cats into a frenzy.

“Liza!” I reply, letting her embrace me.

I tuck my head into her shoulder, but keep one eye focused on the door across the hall. Just open it just open it just open it. But alas, my begging does nothing but heighten the disappointment in the pit of my stomach as I close the door after Liza bounces in, two bags of decorations, and three bottles of whisky in her wake.

“Sooooo.” Liza says, “Do you think Will is going to show up tonight?”

My heart thuds as I stare blankly at her. Will, Christ I forgot about Will!

Liza looks at me, raising an eyebrow in skepticism,

“You know, Will, Will Blackburn,” she pauses, searching my eyes, discovering the secrets within them as only she can. “You’ve moved on.”

It’s not a question, but even so I nod.

Liza lets out a breathe, a sort of low whistle as she flops onto my couch.

“Is it your mystery hookup? Mr The Best Sex You’ve Ever Had?” She grins as I blush, burying my face in my hands.

“Yea.” I fess up, looking at her over the tips of my fingers. “But, well, I don’t know what’s going to happen now.”

“Why, what did you do?”

“Hey!” I protest, but she just gives me a knowing look and I sigh, “Yea okay it is my fault.”

I explain what had happened this morning, the coffee, the flutters in my chest, the sadness as the idea of him being with anyone but me, and then the way I had just completely shut down when he had all but asked me out.

Liza sits for a long moment, calculating it would seem, exactly how to get me out of this mess.

“Well what do you feel?” I had expected advice, some sage wisdom on how to get him to forgive me. But her question stumps me.

“I don’t know, Liza. It feels so soon! I mean, Will and I broke up three weeks ago, I’m worried I just miss dating, and that I may wake up one morning and realize that I feel nothing for him.” I pause, “Well besides ridiculous attraction.”

“You have chemistry, from what I hear,” She says, “you’re clearly compatible sexually, and it would seem emotionally.”

I raise an eyebrow as she continues,

“I mean come on Audrey. You spent hours together the night you first met. You were comfortable enough with him to sleep in his apartment that night you were locked out, and then, even though you barely knew him, you managed to tell him exactly what you wanted.”

“But that’s because I knew what I wanted!” I say, leaning forward to rest my chin in my hands.

Liza sighs.

“You don’t want him to date other girls Audrey, obviously that’s an indicator that, on some level, you want him to be with you.” She pauses, “Look, I’m not going to tell you how to play this. I know you’re just going to do what you want anyways, so I’m not gonna bother wasting my breathe.” She grins and I groan. “So think about it, I assume he’s coming to the party, so see how you feel when you interact with him in a non-bedroom setting.”

I smile and toss my arms around her. Despite the fact that I wish she could’ve just made all the choices for me, I love her for seeming to really get my feelings.

“Those feelings aren’t confined to the bedroom.” I give her a wicked grin and look between her and the couch she’s sitting on.

“Gross, Audrey.” She says, but I see her shift in her seat, as though she wants to touch the couch as little as possible. “Please tell me the kitchen is safe.”

I wink at her in response and she fakes a gagging sound.

—

We are just putting the finishing touches on the clover cookies when Liza finally dares to ask.

“This kitchen is so small, how did you even—”

I lean over the counter in response, it’s lip resting perfectly at my hips, the perfect height for Thomas to bend me over it and—

“God damnit Audrey Rose!” She says, smacking me with a dish towel, “you horny little slut.”

I giggle as I place the last cookie on the platter and survey the place.

It looks great, green table cloths spread across the counter and coffee table, shot glasses on beaded necklaces scattered throughout the room, the bottles of whisky on the counter, next to the plates of cookies, the bowl of chips, and the other entrees.

Liza moves across the room to adjust the hanging banner that boasts of the drinking to come.

“So,” she calls from across the room, “what are you wearing.”

I raise an eyebrow,

“This.” I say, gesturing to the green tank top and denim overall shorts I’m wearing.

But Liza just shakes her head.

“Absolutely not.” She says, grabbing me hand and dragging me to the bedroom, grabbing her purse as we head in.

“Okay,” she dumps the purses contents and out comes a bag of Bobby pins and mini hair spray, a green scrunchie, and a push up bra. “Now let’s get one thing straight, you are not wearing that.”

Before I can protest she throws open my closet doors, rifling through for something, I don’t bother asking what.

“Here!” She exclaims after a moment, pulling out something she had lent me long ago that I had never been bold enough to wear.

The dress is small, with a plunging neckline and capped sleeves. The hem goes down barely to my mid thighs and it looks as if it would hug every curve of me. Very different than my normal clothing choices.

“Liza I don’t know.” I say, leaning against the wall as I nervously twist a curl around my finger, “I worry ill just look awkward.”

But my cousin shakes her head and pushes the dress towards me.

“Just try it.” She says, backing out of the room before I can protest.

I consider it for a long moment before unclipping my overalls and peeling off my shorts, then pulling off my tank top. I replace my bra with the push up one Liza had brought and pause to marvel at how my breasts look all pushed up.

I pull the dress on before I can sike myself out, and call for Liza to come in and help me zip.

“Oh Audrey, yes.” Is all she says as she enters, her eyes darting across my whole dorm.

I smile at her in the mirror as she stands behind me, zipping me up.

“I do look good, don’t I.” I say with a smile, enjoying the way my figure looks fuller.

“Yes. You’ll kill your hookup before he even has the chance to say ‘let’s—’”

I smack her on the arm before she can finish.

“His name is Thomas.” I say, shaking my head, “I’ll point him out when he gets here.”

Liza beams as I surrender my hair and makeup to her, letting her put on gold eyeshadow, thick black eyeliner, pink lipstick, and a ridiculous amount of glitter on my cheekbones and collar bones. She pulls my hair into a half ponytail atop my head with the green scrunchie, and finishes me off with a few puffs of hairspray and a pair of gold hoops.

I hardly recognize myself in the mirror, but I like the changes I see before me. It almost feels like a disguise, like I might somehow be able to face Thomas after what happened this morning if this is how I’ll look from the outside.

The doorbell rings just as Liza is putting away everything.

“First of our guests!!” She exclaims, dashing to the door.

I strain my gaze, but Thomas is not among the group of my grad school friends that enter. I check the clock above my bed and see that it’s only nine, that the party had only just begun.

But nine turns into ten, and ten to eleven.

Though the party is nowhere near close to winding down, I’m starting to worry he may not show.

Liza pushes a fifth shot of whisky into my hand and clinks me before knocking hers back.

“Do you think I should go get him?” I ask, and she looks back at me, her cheeks flushed from booze, but her eyes as fiery as normal.

“Do you want him here?” She asks, and before I can think to sike myself out I nod.

“I do, Liza. I haven’t even been able to enjoy the party. There’s no one else I want to dance with, no one else I want to even talk to…” I pause as she glowers at me, “besides you of course!” I add quickly

She doesn’t even pause, simply taking the shot from my hand and setting it on the counter.

“Then you better go get him.” She says, squeezing my hand before pushing me in the direction of the door.

I close the door behind me as I step into the hall, taking a deep breath and doing my best not to stumble as I cross the hall in my heels, coming to rest just in front of his door. I raise my hand, but can’t seem to find the courage to knock. I groan, and let my head drop forward and rest against the door. However, I hadn’t accounted for the noise it would make, and as I pull away to rub my forehead, I can hear footsteps coming from inside the apartment.

I square my shoulders, smoothing my hair and adjusting my boobs inside the bra. I plaster on my best smile, trying to push away my nerves when the door opens to reveal--

A girl. Not his sister, and not someone I have ever seen before. My cheeks flush and my blood runs hot in my veins as I stumble back from the door.

“Who’s at the door Ileana?” Thomas’ voice calls from somewhere in the room. I blink back tears as I taking in her clothes, or lack thereof. She stands in an oversized t shirt and a pair of short cloth shorts.

“I’m not sure Tommy.” She says, and I begin to backpedal away from the door “Looks like she’s just come from the party.”

But as I hear Thomas’ heavy steps come towards the door I turn and begin quickly walking away, blinking furiously.

“Audrey Rose?” Thomas calls, and I freeze. “What are you doing here?”

I turn and see he is full clothed and he doesn’t look too disheveled. I take a small comfort in that as he looks me up and down, his eyes widening as he takes in the low neckline of the dress and my breasts that are practically popping out.

“I was just coming to see why you hadn’t,” I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat and doing my best to steady my voice, “shown up to the party.”

“So we were invited to the party!” The sultry voice from the first day I met him comes from the apartment, and soon there is a third dark haired individual standing in the doorway.

Daciana Cresswell’s hair hangs in long waves of black, the dark green of her dress making her skin look even more fair than it had the day I met her.

“Yes.” I manage to get out, my eyes once again trailing over to Ileana, the girl who is now threading her hand through Daciana’s.

“Thomas you liar.” Daciana smacks her brother in the arm before stepping out of the apartment. She smiles at me, her hand still holding the other girls. “I’m Daciana, and it is a pleasure to meet you for real Audrey Rose.” She says with a grin, “This is my girlfriend Ileana.” She pauses, eyes searching my face as a wave of understanding washes over me, and suddenly I feel very foolish. “It was so kind of you to invite us, I only wish Thomas had been kind enough to pass along the message.” She shakes her head in her brothers direction.

“No worries.” I say, a smile sliding across my face as I step to my door and open it, allowing Daciana and Ileana to cross the threshold and join the mob of people inside my apartment.

I stand next to the door, lifting my gaze back to meet Thomas’s. He leans against his doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. I want to cross to him and kiss the last remnants of his sadness this morning off of his face, but I hold myself back.

“You coming?” I ask, gesturing to the open door beside me.

He sizes me up for a long moment, our eyes battling for dominance the way our lips had so many times before. After a long moment, he nods, and I watch him slip his keys into his pocket before closing his door and taking a step towards me.

I extend my hand to him and he takes it. We enter the party together, and I close the door behind us.

I lose him briefly as he goes to the drink table and I go to exchange a few quick words with Liza, but he finds me again on the dance floor a moment later, his normal scent now laced with a hint of whisky.

I smile and take his hands in mine, pulling him close as we dance together. His hands find a place to rest on my backside, and I am content with settling mine around his neck. We do not speak, not as we dance, nor after he kisses me, giving my ass a good squeeze. We just share smiles and lazy kisses. I realize in these moments of silence as the party rages on around us that I could be content to have nothing but this.

We dance as the party dwindles, as slowly but surely, my friends and Liza’s are all gone, until the only people left on the floor is me, him, his sister, and Ileana. Liza is passed out on the couch, and only after I finally tear my gaze from his captivating eyes do I realize how tired I am, and how late it is.

I turn off the stereo and toss a blanket over Liza, surveying the messy apartment around me. I sigh as Thomas exchanges a few words with his sister, moving to grab a trash bag. But Liza stirs on the couch.

“We’ll deal with it in the morning, Audrey.” She drawls before turning over and burrowing into her blankets.

I move to her, unstrapping her shoes, and doing my best to wipe off her lipstick with a napkin. When I look up from her face, Thomas is ushering the girls from my apartment. I weigh my options, stay and just turn in, or chase him down.

Five shots of whisky and my need overrule my nerves and I stand up, kicking my heels off before dashing across the room.

“Thomas wait.” I say, grabbing his hand. I realize that his sister and the other girl are beside him in the hall, and their inquisitive looks make me flush. But it’s long past the time for being shy. I thread my fingers through Thomas’s. “Come with me to the roof?”

He fishes his keys from his pockets and offers them to his sister, not even looking at her as she mumbles goodnight, simply keeping his gaze on me as I lead us to the roof.

The cool breeze of the summer night causes gooseflesh to form on my arms and I shiver, leaning into him slightly for warmth. He obliges me by wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Thomas.” I murmur, looking up at him, his eyes dancing in the moonlight. “Do you really want to go out with me?”

He pauses for a long moment,

“Audrey Rose like I said before, I’m happy to do as much or as little as you want. I know you are still getting over Will and I don’t want to rush you--”

But I silence him by gently putting a finger over his lips.

“I haven’t thought about Will in weeks.” I bite my lip as I trace his jawline with my fingertips. Now it is his turn to shiver, and the want in his eyes lights a fire inside of me. “I realized tonight, when I felt incomplete without you at the party, when I thought that girl was someone you were also hooking up with,” I swallow, “when you held me in your arms when we danced. I feel at home when you are with me.” I trace his cheekbone with my hand, “Can we agree to see each other during the day? And to not, do what we do, with anyone else?”

For a moment, as another grin plays at his lips, I worry he is going to retort with a sassy comment, but when he smiles and covers my hand on his cheek with his, I see all the humor melt away in his eyes.

“Audrey Rose Wadsworth, I would like nothing more than that.” He says with a gentle smile, using his other hand to brush a stray curl from my eyes.

I grasp the hand he had settled on my cheek and press a kiss to his palm.

The whole galaxy seems to twirl around us as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Softer, purer than any other kiss we have shared before. He leaves me breathless and wanting more as he pulls away.

---

as always thanks a literal million for reading :) Please let me know if you want more from this series 

xx

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[shyvioletcat]

How about some canon Rowaelin?

Very late. But better than never. Here’s day four in the Rowaelin Holiday Celebration, just some canon fluff because I think we all deserve it. We can all just pretend I posted this Christmas Eve.

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It was Yulemas Eve and everyone had gathered in Orynth for the holiday. The main reason being that it was the little Princess’s first Yulemas and everyone wanted to be there for it. And what a perfect holiday it was turning out to be. Night had finally settled and snow swirled and twirled through the air, the snowflakes catching the light that glowed through the window. Everyone in attendance for the holiday were all gathered in an informal sitting room, filling the plush armchairs and couches.

Everyone was content and happy, half empty plates and glasses littered around. The children were on the floor in front of the fire, playing with wooden figures. Ruben led the game, his turquoise eyes catching the gold flames of the fire while Korbin seemed more interested in just lining the toys up knocking them down. The Lochan boy only nearly two after all. Fenrys and Aelin were having their annual discussion about whether or not they should have invited Lorcan for the holidays, calling him a misanthrope while he just shook his head at their antics.

Rowan himself was relaxed in a plush armchair, just observing, he could feel the small smile on his lips as he did. Tucked into the crook of his elbow was his infant daughter, just a little over two months old. Like him, she was just observing the room, looking towards her mother whenever she heard Aelin’s voice. That made him smile even more. He looked down at her now as she bit down on her fist. The wisps of hair on her head were decidedly golden and although her eyes were still the hazy blue of a new baby, he was sure they were tilting towards green. Those eyes looked up at him now, and Elspeth smiled up at him, Rowan smiled back—enough to show his sharp canines—his heart feeling as though it might burst from the joy that small expression caused.

There was the sound of small running feet and Rowan looked up to see Ruben and Korbin running over to him, Rue’s expression hopeful. For exactly what, Rowan didn’t know.

“Uncle Rowan,” Ruben asked with a charming smile, no doubt learning that from his father and uncles.

“Yes,” Rowan replied, just waiting.

“Can you make it snow?” The boy asked excitedly, that hope sparking.

Korbin was by the arm of the chair, playing with Elspeth’s stockinged foot, the little girl kicking against the tickles and cooing at the attention.

“Papa says we can’t go outside to play because it’s cold, but I remembered you can make it,” Ruben explained.

“How’s about some manners with that request, son,” Lysandra chided gently.

Ruben looked up at Rowan, those Ashryver pleading. “Please, Uncle Rowan.”

“Please,” Korbin chimed in, the ‘l’ sound getting lost along the way.

Rowan kept his face passive, like he was still thinking it all over. The boys were too busy waiting for his answer that they didn’t notice the flecks of ice that were swirling above their heads. They only noticed when Rowan sent a gentle wind to ruffle their hair and they looked up. Their small faces lit up at the sight of the flurries above them, Ruben clapping in delight. The snowflakes began to fall, Rowan sending them on errant winds which was too irresistible and the boys were running after them. Elspeth watched it all, hands waving as she got more and more excited.

Three delicate snowflakes appeared above Rowan’s open hand, Elspeth watching them form and spin. He then floated them towards her, and grinned when she tried to coordinate her hands enough to try and catch them. The little dear was trying so hard, but her movements were slow and erratic. Rowan watched as his daughter’s eyes started to cross and she tracked the one snowflake that floated towards her. Rowan huffed a laugh at the look of surprise on her face when it landed on her nose, but then her brow furrowed and she sneezed adorably. Rowan laughed again but then Elspeth let out a cry, nearly making Rowan jump. Her bottom lip started to wobble, Rowan quickly changing her position so that he held her in front of him.

“What did you do?”

Rowan looked over to see Aelin standing beside him, arms crossed and face amused.

“I was just playing,” Rowan said, holding his daughter to his chest. “I don’t think she likes the cold.”

Aelin just kept smiling, then she slid onto his lap, one arm going around his neck, his own arm encircling her waist. She put a hand on Elspeth’s back, that contract soothing her enough that she settled against her father’s chest. Rowan looked at his mate, both of them smiling with such utter contentment. Their attention was drawn away from each other by Ruben and Korbin laughing as they continued to catch snowflakes, Korbin toddling after the older boy. Then Aelin lent her head on his shoulder, kissing him once on the cheek before she settled in more comfortably. As far as his many Yulemas’ went, this was by far his favourite. It was perfect.

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[shadowturtlesstuff]

To-do list

i have no idea when i posted last, it has been a while. sorry, but i have been a little sick and unmotivated but alas, i am back with the normal cressworth. i read a post by @ink-insomnia about thomas making a list with absurd things (kissing audrey rose, being a god amongst men) so i made a fic out of it. it is pure fluff, pure ecresswell being dramatic. enjoy!

Audrey Rose has always claimed I am less organised than her. Despite my plans that surprise her in everyday life, I am more scattered. I disagree of course, Audrey Rose may be meticulous in how she leads her life but I am just the same even if she doesn't realise it. My sporadic ideas are part of my charm. Nonetheless I have devised a plan to help convince my love of her mistake. I shall leave a list of plans on our shared desk, much like she does, in order to show how organised I can be if I tried but I tend to make plans that are open to changes whereas she does not. I also rarely write my plans down but my darling wife loves to sit us down to make plans so she feels comfortable in the knowledge she wont forget an important date. 

~

I watch my ridiculous husband write something at our desk, a small smirk playing at his lips meaning only one thing: he is up to something that will only be bad. I roll my eyes and leave the door quickly before he spots me watching him. We had spent the weekend at Thomas's holiday home, taking a much needed break after one of the longest cases we’ve ever experienced. We were only going to take the weekend off but uncle had decided to take the entire week off so Thomas insisted we do the same. Perhaps that insistence has something to do with what he is writing now. 

Sir Isaac walks out of one of the spare rooms, his room as Thomas claims, despite the beast sleeping in our room and pestering us in every room but that one. However, every time I mention that to him he waves me off saying our little baby needs his own space and it's not his fault he adores us so much he stays with us as much as possible. I smile at the memory of him telling me that he was lying in bed playing with the cat, using one of the many toys he has brought to keep the cat occupied. I had brought up some breakfast for us both, as well as coco for thomas. He gave me a wide smile and came to me as soon as the door opened, taking the tray from me and setting it down, wrapping me in a hug that made sir Isaac jealous enough to start climbing up my leg. He laughed at my scowl and thus began that conversation. 

The cat walks alongside me as I set myself down in the kitchen, resuming the book I was reading earlier this morning. We sit in silence until Thomas enters the room, a smirk that only results in problems, one that he is trying to hide from me. 

I debated just asking him what he's done but he would not tell me so easily. Instead I chose to ignore that smirk and ask: “how are you, love?’”

“Perfect darling, how are you, how is the book?” He sits beside me and starts stroking our cat who purrs loudly at the attention. 

“I’m well, the book is interesting, mostly, though I am wondering whether I should find another for the night.” my own plan formulates as I begin to stand in order to go to our room and find a new book and peek at what he was writing. He holds my gaze with a knowing look. Of course he knows what I'm going to do, but the question is, will he let me? 

To my surprise he does and I make my way upstairs. I place my book on the desk, moving around the papers and finding what could be what he wrote today. It is a list. I bite back a laugh as I begin to read.                         

 To-do list

-Be a god amongst men (as always)

-Get Audrey Rose to call me a scoundrel

-Kiss Audrey Rose

No longer do I bite back my laugh. My husband took to heart my complaints about his jokes about lists. Well, almost. In his own fashion of course. I put it back and go to our bookshelf to find another book, contemplating whether or not to tell him I know his plan or make my own just for fun for him to deliberately find. I was fully aware he knew I would look for it, which leads me to believe he saw me standing in the doorway but refused to look at me. He was infuriating at times, but little did he know I would play his absurd games. ‘A god amongst men’ was completely foolish, and the fact he wrote about kissing me, as if it was some hard task or something that was to plan for. Sitting, I picked up the discarded pen and wrote my own to-do list.                                      

  To do list

-stop whatever my foolish husband has planned

-kiss said husband

-remind Thomas to act his age

I put the list inside the book and walked back downstairs, to the kitchen where there was a familiar sight of Thomas and sir Isaac playing on the kitchen counter. I smiled at the peaceful sight, a wave of gratitude washing over me. Every case, very close calls made me cherish these smaller moments more. Every ridiculous act of Thomas he got to do just to make me smile was something I felt could be snatched away from us so I stood for a second and let them play. I set my book down, opening it so the note was visible but folded so Thomas had to open it up. 

“Found one?” He asks not to turn to face me because our cat demands attention and Thomas always complies. 

“Yes. enjoying playing?”

“Of course,” this time he turned and winked and I nearly blurted out ‘scoundrel’ but I didn't want to make completing his list easy. Instead I sat and moved the sheet of paper and opened the book and began reading. Silence descended for a while until I felt Thomas's hands around my waist. Instinctively I leaned into him, savouring his warmth and love. He kissed my temple as sir Isaac jumped onto the table and nudged my book, forever in need of our attention. Thomas, as usual, obliges by scratching his head then he reaches for the discarded page.

“What is this love?”

“A list, but also a bookmark.”

“Another list?” He smirks at me and flips it open, reading the list and then I hear his laugh fill the room. I should have added to make Thomas laugh, although that is my goal everyday even if I never go out of my way to try and make him laugh. If his laugh was the only sound I could hear I would still be happy. “My love,” he sets the list down, a smile still graces his face as he squeezes my side, “i agree with only one of these, I’m sure you can guess which one.” he adds a wink.

I roll my eyes and mutter scoundrel. Of course he would focus on the kiss and not the fact I implied he is an immature child that is pranking his wife. Again. 

“I have a list of my own, but I’m sure you already know that, and one thing on my list was to hear you call me a scoundrel as it is my favourite word to hear from you. Your filthy mind truly amazes me.” 

I twist and face him, eyes narrowed. “My filthy mind? You are ridiculous Thomas. Why did you make that list?”

“I wanted to understand your obsession with them. I think I do now.” 

I roll my eyes at him but all he does is press a kiss to my forehead. Both of his hands rest on my hips again and he gives me a soft smile. “My love, may I kiss you, and complete something off both our lists?” he asks, moving his head so it rests on mine. My absurd husband makes it hard to be mad at him, or even annoyed. Even though this began with him mocking my habit of making lists, even unintentionally mocking me, i have to admit this has been a fun game and knowing my husband he will keep doing this now as ways to distract us from cases or just to kiss me. Even though he can kiss me at any point now. 

I lean into him, pressing my lips to his and I feel him smile into our kiss. His hands reach up and cups my cheek, his other tightens slightly on my waist. My own hands rest against his chest as he deepens the kiss. We stay like that, lost in each other until our cat nudges my back making me jump. I curse as Thomas laughs at me, sir Isaac finding his way onto my lap. I scratch the little pests' ears. 

“I finished my list before you, I kissed you, you called me a scoundrel and I am always a god amongst men.” he winked at me, picking up sir Isaac and moving to sit across from me. I twist, looking at my own list. He out-does himself sometimes with his dramatic nature. 

“Thomas, neither completed the list, I can never stop your immature games, and you cannot be a god amongst men. It's absurd you even put that.”

“I can, love, and this wasn’t immature, it was-”

“Foolish? Childish?” 

“Okay fine, it was a tad childish, I never meant to mock your list making by the way, I just thought it would be fun and to prove I can make lists to you.” 

“It wasn’t just a tad childish, but Thomas love, I know you can make them you just choose not to, and there are more things we can do than make lists for each other. We needn’t make lists just to kiss each other. We’re married, if you want to kiss me, kiss me.” 

He smirks, the cresswell charm in full effect, “you are obsessed with kissing me.” he leans over the table and kisses me. 

The rest of the week follows similar patterns, sir isaac always interrupting our kisses, Thomas being dramatic and a constant smile on both of our faces. We are both reluctant to leave, to start work again, but we pack our bags and return to our home, uncle already with a case ready for us to uncover.

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“Here take my sweater.” for Rowaelin?

Thanks for sending this in!

*Throws some Rowaelin fluff together out of nowhere*

~~~~~

The weather had just started to turn, the leaves of the trees had just started to change colour. So Aelin thought she would be fine with the long sleeved striped shirt under her denim overalls on this mostly sunny day. But the sun just wasn’t quite warm enough, the wind carrying too much of a chill. She shouldn’t have put her faith in the autumn Orynth weather, which had her shivering in the early afternoon sun.

Her whole gang of friends had decided to have a picnic just for an excuse to see each other in the gardens in the middle of the city. Some of the boys were playing frisbee, everyone else was keeping up on the snacking. Aelin was trying to curl up as much as she could in an attempt to keep herself warm and failing miserably, she was contemplating using one of the picnic blankets in a minute.

She heard the grass crunch and saw Rowan jogging over, his cheeks flushed from running around in the brisk air. He smiled when he saw her looking her way, and Aelin returned it. It wasn’t fair how that smile made her feel, even more unfair was the fact that Rowan had no idea that she was in love with him. But then his handsome face became concerned as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You right there, Ae?” He asked, stopping on the edge of the blanket.

“Fine,” Aelin replied but then a stray wind blew through her, making her shiver.

Rowan knelt down, his warm fingers pinching at her chin so she looked at him. “I know I’ve told you that you have a heart of fire, but I think your lips are turning blue.”

He let go over her chin, Aelin missing the contact more than she would admit aloud. Rowan was tucking his arms into his emerald green sweater that complimented his eyes perfectly, and pulled it over his head offering it to her.

“Here, take my sweater,” Rowan said.

He only wore a long sleeved t-shirt underneath and Aelin knew he’d be cold before too long.

“No, I’m fine.” He quirked a disbelieving brow at her and Aelin rolled her eyes. “Really.”

“I’m warm from playing around. I was actually coming over to take it off anyway, so please take it,” Rowan said.

Aelin was about to protest again but then Rowan had slipped the neck of his sweater over her head before running off, looking over his shoulder with a smile that could have broken Aelin’s heart if it hadn’t sent it racing. Aelin smiled herself, as she put her arms in the sleeves and snuggled into the residual warmth from Rowan’s body and she couldn’t help but breathe in that pine and snow scent that was so perfectly him.

Once Aelin had got comfy she looked up and found Elide looking at her, her too knowing dark eyes seeing right through her.

“Not a word,” Aelin hissed.

Elide just smiled, reaching for another cracker and dip. “I wasn’t going to say a thing.”

~~~~~

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[shyvioletcat]

I’m scared to finish ch 5 of made of ashes rn so may I instead put in a request for some rowaelin fluff, perhaps for the couples retreat au ;) or I’d be happy with some papa Rowan and mama Aelin and baby Elsie having some happy family time please 😭❤️

Ok that’s fair. Really, I think we all need some fluff after that. I put this together very quickly, please forgive it’s flaws. 

~~~~~

“Elsie, love,” Rowan said, trying very hard not to laugh at the sight of his daughter’s wild curls sticking out at all angles after her nap, “come here.”

The toddler did no such thing, she just laughed and ran in the other direction. Rowan chuckled softly as he went to track her down.

“Where are you, Elsie?” Rowan called out, a giggle immediately giving her location away. 

The giggle apparently wasn’t enough and he heard a muffled. “I hiding, Daddy.”

Rowan heard a snort, that most definitely did not come from his little girl. “That’s not how it works,” Aelin said. She was then viciously shushed. “Sorry, sorry.”

It was really hard for Rowan to not burst out laughing. Elspeth was still learning the intricacies of hide and seek, but she was trying. Rowan went into the bedroom, immediately seeing a pair of legs sticking out from under his pillow while Aelin read on her side of the bed. They grinned at each other as he approached the bed.

“Mum, have you seen Elsie?” Rowan asked exaggeratedly.

“No, I haven’t,” Aelin replied, her tone much the same as his. “Did you try under the bed?”

“I’ll check.” Rowan did, making sure his movements were loud. “No, not here.” The giggles started again. “Not under the blanket either.” More giggles. “Where could she be?”

Elsie giggled again, and went to reveal herself but Rowan was quicker. He grabbed her leg, pulling her over the blanket to him. Elsie shrieked before that turned into hysterical giggles.

“I found you!” Rowan cheered.

“Found me, Daddy!” Elsie parroted.

Rowan flopped onto the bed, making Elsie bounce. Then she was up again climbing all over him. He caught Aelin looking at him, smiling at the sight of them playing together. 

“That was a lucky find,” Aelin said, as Elsie moved to climb her instead. “That was a very good hiding spot.”

Now Rowan looked at them, as they grinned identical smiles at each other, the two of them were his whole world, he loved them more than anything. When both mother and daughter looked at him all Rowan could say was, “Lucky me, indeed.”

~~~~~

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“I’m not even sure why you’re here.” elorcan light the sparks

I’m not eve going to add up how long it’s been since this got an update... But better late than never right? And I promise we’ll get to the good stuff soon.

Light the Sparks Masterlist

~~~~~

Elide was kicking herself. Once again she had messed it up, she’d had another interaction with Lorcan and managed not to leave him with her number, yet again. The gods had given her all these opportunities, these run-ins that could only happen by divine intervention, and Elide couldn’t pull herself together enough to do that one simple thing. 

She went straight to her small mailbox in the foyer to check if anything had been dropped in and it was empty, so she was free to head to her apartment and dry off and get warm. During the elevator ride she hummed the song Lorcan had sung along to in the car. She hadn’t expected him to let his guard down like that. What Elide had expected was a terse and silent and most definitely awkward car ride. It luckily wasn’t that, it wasn’t anything spectacular but at least it was something. 

Elide stepped out of the elevator as it arrived at her floor, fishing around in her bag for her keys. When she looked up it turned out she had a guest she wasn’t expecting. A wide smile spread across her face.

“What are you doing here?” Elide said, stopping at her door.

Her unexpected guest flicked her moon-silver hair off her shoulder. “You know, change of scene.”

Elide shook her head and unlocked the door. “Uh-huh, yeah. Whatever you say, Manon.”

“I can’t just drop by to see a friend?” Manon said as she followed Elide into her apartment.

“Mmm, no. Terrasen is a very long way from Adarlan for just a visit,” Elide said, dropping her bags on the kitchen counter. 

Manon just shrugged. “You look like a drowned kitten.”

“Always with the compliments,” Elide muttered. “Speaking of, I’m going to have a shower. Order something for dinner. I'm famished.”

Elide left without another word and headed for her room, then to the little ensuite to wash the rain water off her body and out of her hair. About half an hour later Elide walked out, her own problems forgotten as her mind buzzed with all the possibilities of why Manon was here. Said friend was sprawled on the couch, watching TV.

“I got Thai,” Manon said, hands behind her head as she watched the screen.

“Manon,” Elide said simply.

“Elide.”

Elide sighed as she nudged her footstool closer and sat down, hissing a little as she raised her foot onto it. Manon sat up a little at that, already concerned. 

“Do you need the couch?” Manon asked.

“No, the stool is better,” Elide said.

That was enough for Manon to settle back down. “So, who’s fancy black car did you get out of just now?”

Elide looked at Manon a little incredulously. “How did you know?”

“I’ve been waiting for a while, I looked out the window down the end of the hallway for a bit. Perfectly timed it seemed,” Manon explained. 

Elide shrugged, using the TV as a distraction. “No one.”

“A ‘no one’ doesn’t drive a car like that,” Manon said.

Elide scoffed. “What does that even mean?”

“It means I want you to tell me what fancy man you have dropping you off, but you’ve also walked in soaking wet,” Manon said. “Something isn’t adding up.”

“You want to talk about things not adding up. I don’t even know why you’re here,” Elide countered back. 

Manon ignored her and Elide sighed.

“Manon.”

“Elide.”

Elide let out a soft laugh as she rolled her eyes. Now it was time for her to start prodding. “How’s that guy you’re seeing? The veritable prince of whatever company his dad owns.”

Manon’s mouth tightened very slightly. 

Elide poked Manon’s calf, very hard, and Manon hissed through her teeth.

“You ran, didn’t you? Realised you caught some feelings,” Elide accused, but Manon still said nothing. “Manon you didn’t come here to get away from him, did you?”

Manon shrugged and Elide tipped her head back and laughed. “You are the worst.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Manon bit out. 

“Fine, whatever, we’ll talk after food,” Elide relented. “And because I know you’ll just ask again, it was Lorcan who dropped me off.”

Manon sat up at that, her full attention on Elide. “Wait. That firefighter you’ve been pining after?”

“I haven’t been pining,” Elide said defensively. 

“Uh-huh, yeah. Whatever you say,” Manon mimicked. “You got his number yet?”

Elide played with a bit of fluff on her leggings, and mumbled, “No.”

“Gods, woman. Just do it. You should have given him yours at the grocery store,” Manon said, poking Elide’s thigh with her foot. “Next time you see him, you do it.”

“Okay, you’re right.” Elide nodded. “Next time, no matter what.”

The buzzer rang and Manon jumped up to run down to the foyer to get the food. In the quiet Elide determination only strengthened. No more fortuitous meetings and almost there conversations. Next time Elide saw Lorcan she’d give him her number, no matter what.

~~~~~

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[darklesmylove]

going to try and write something to post tomorrow so here’s a poll

what pairing do you guys want to read?

choices:

alarkling

cressworth

jurdan

kanej

rowaelin

and do we want fluff, angst, or smut?

if you want to, vote in the comments or my asks!! :)

[dashedwithromance]

Could you do some Cressworth fluff?

Thanks for this ask! Link to the fic here!