#lorcan & ollie.

[orchidcovs]

 ♡ ; Ollie Scamander ( @thcgoodwitch) send: 'You ought to be careful. People will think you’re…up to something.’

"¿cuidadoso con que?" finjio demencia ante las palabras de su amigo. "yo no estoy haciendo nada sospechoso, si ellos creen que esto es raro... no soy nadie para cambiar sus perspectivas" comento con una sonrisa divertida dibujandose en su rostro. "y no lo olvides, tu tambien estas aqui no solo pensaran eso de mi, de ti tambien" le guiño un ojo al muchacho el cual parecia preocupado por las acciones del antiguo slytherin.

[meetmeafftcrdark]

ollie scamander ( @thcgoodwitch ) said: 'It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.’

– ¿Pero realmente es vivir sin... enfocarse en lo que uno sueña? –preguntó, pensativo. Lo cierto era que Lorcan, como buen artista, no era capaz de disociar sus sueños de su vida. En cierta forma eran lo mismo– ¿A qué viene esto, por cierto? –preguntó, de pronto curioso.

[tgyverse]

― 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃.

publicado el día 12 de mayo de 2024.

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐬.

Brigitte Delacour con Romee Strijd.

Dolores Umbridge con Camila Mendes.

𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐨́𝐧.

Ninguna pendiente.

𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚.

Ninguna pendiente.

𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐬.

Mina Lima, Ellie Dowson, Wendy Slinkhard, Lily Potter, Sirius Black y Adora Greengrass ― 15 de mayo / semi hiatus.

Personajes de Andy ― 28 de mayo / semi hiatus.

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞́𝐧 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Alfie Smith.

Grace Davies.

Robbie Flint.

𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝.

Ninguno.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬.

Ninguna.

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Ningune.

𝐏𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋

orden del fénix.

Alice Longbottom con Florence Pugh.

Dedalus Diggle con Manny Jacinto.

Dorcas Meadowes con Laura Harrier.

Emmeline Vance con Simone Ashley.

Fabian Prewett con Asa Germann.

Frank Longbottom con Dev Patel.

Gideon Prewett con Björn Mosten.

James Potter con Jonah Hauer King.

Lily Potter con Abigail Cowen.

Mundungus Fletcher con Sohan Pague.

Peter Pettigrew con Elliot Fletcher.

Remus Lupin con Andrew Garfield.

Sirius Black con Enzo Vogrincic.

Sturgis Podmore con Evan Roderick.

mortifagos.

Aether Li con Shen Quanrui.

Alecto Carrow con Alice Pagani.

Amycus Carrow con Freddy Carter.

Antonin Dolohov con Henry Zaga.

Augustus Rookwood con Thomas Doherty.

Baptiste Travers con Christopher Briney.

Barty Crouch Jr. con Adrian Öjvindsson.

Bellatrix Lestrange con Kristen Stewart.

Casius Wormwood con Joe Keery.

Corban Yaxley con Federico Russo.

Lucius Malfoy con Nicholas Galitzine.

Peter Pettigrew con Elliot Fletcher.

Rabastan Lestrange con Michael Evans Behling.

Robbie Flint con Tom Glynn-Carney.

Rodolphus Lestrange con Regé Jean Page.

Severus Snape con Charlie Heaton.

Yvette Lévesque con Suki Waterhouse.

civiles.

Adora Greengrass con Jessica Alexander.

Agatha Figg con Lily Rose Depp.

Alastair Montague con Lorenzo Zurzolo.

Alfie Smith con Louis Tomlinson.

Alyssa Abbott con Kim Jiwoo.

Amelia Bones con Maia Reficco.

Amos Diggory con Leo Woodall.

Andrea Prewett con Luca Hollestelle.

Andromeda Tonks con Daisy Edgar Jones.

Arthur Weasley con George Mackay.

Aurora Rowle con Lily Collins.

Bertha Jorkins con Halle Bailey.

Bertie Higgs con Jordan Fisher.

Bertram Aubrey con Timothée Chalamet.

Betty Braithwaite con Maitreyi Ramakrishnan.

Charity Burbage con Brie Larson.

Daisy Hookum con Eleanor Tomlinson.

Dane Higgs con Barry Keoghan.

Danny Wood con Jung Jaehyun.

Darcy Brown con Aimee Lou Wood.

Davey Gudgeon con Song Kang.

Dawn Withey con Kathryn Newton.

Doris Purkiss con Macarena García.

Edric Brown con Luke Newton.

Eleanor Parkinson con Camila Morrone.

Ellie Dowson con Hayley Lu Richardson.

Emma Vanity con Sofia Carson.

Finnick Snow con Cha Eunwoo.

Gilderoy Lockhart con Dacre Montgomery.

Gladys Gudgeon con Han Jihyun.

Glenda Chittock con Elle Fanning.

Grace Davies con Josephine Langford.

Greta Catchlove con Olivia Holt.

Gwenog Jones con Ayo Edebiri.

Hestia Jones con Nana Komatsu.

Isolde Higgs con Gigi Hadid.

Ivan Davies con Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

Jacob Davies con Rudy Pankow.

Jane Diggory con Havana Rose Liu.

Jason Denbright con Jackson Wang.

Jonathan Nott con Tyler Young.

Kirley Duke con Joseph Quinn.

Lenore Bagman con Willa Fitzgerald.

Lorcan d'Eath con Kim Jiwoong.

Lucinda Talkalot con Savannah Lee Smith.

Lucy Karoonda-Wood con Madelyn Cline.

Ludo Bagman con Yankel Stevan.

Maria Jefferson con Fiona Palomo.

Mary MacDonald con Bae Suzy.

Meg Vouttier con Ruby Cruz.

Melissa Greengrass con Renée Rapp.

Michael Bones con Xolo Maridueña.

Mina Lima con Meltem Akçöl.

Minerva MacMillan con Samantha Logan.

Miriam Strout con Davika Hoorne.

Milton Mouser con Tanner Buchanan.

Molly Weasley con Karen Gillan.

Narcissa Malfoy con Kiernan Shipka.

Nicholas MacMillan con Jeremy Allen White.

Ollie Scamander con Lee Felix.

Olivia Avery con Milena Tscharntke.

Pandora Lovegood con Anya Taylor Joy.

Penelope Goldstein con Melis Sezen.

Phoebe Elliot con Madison Bailey.

Rita Skeeter con Katherine McNamara.

Rosalind Bungs con Ana de Armas.

Scarlett Travers con Sabrina Carpenter.

Sorcha MacFusty con Anne Hathaway.

Stubby Boardman con Hwang Hyunjin.

Sybill Trelawney con Maya Hawke.

Ted Tonks con Paul Mescal.

Tiberius McLaggen con Milo Manheim.

Wendy Slinkhard con Jenna Ortega.

Xenophilius Lovegood con Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen.

Zabrina Davies con Elizabeth Lail.

Zachary Parkinson con Alejandro Speitzer.

Zephyr Crouch con Cierra Ramirez.

Zoe Nettles con Sophie Turner.

TOTAL: 109 personajes ocupades.

¡Muy buenas a todes, pequeñes! Dejamos por aquí el recuento quincenal correspondiente. Debemos decir que estamos sorprendida de que ya tenemos 109 personajes en el dash. Jamás tuvimos tantos en todos los años que llevamos por aquí, así que queremos agradecerles por su entrega al verse, su compromiso, los bellos threads que tenemos suerte de leer y su presencia. En verdad es impresionante, estamos muy contentas y prometemos continuar otorgándoles un ambiente agradable para su escritura. Muchísimas, muchísimas gracias por su confianza. Les queremos mucho. Sin más que decir, les deseamos una bonita semana. ¡Gracias! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

— 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍.  

[cljordan-imperium]

As a slightly different MOODBOARD MONDAY. The theme for this one is...the mind of the Author Goddess. Look at it and you can see that every element is in every story in some way. Some literal, some figurative, but these are the themes I weave in every one.

@moon-and-seraph

Now..I promised links to all my boards..

First, the theme is found HERE

This week's was FAVORITE COLOR

CALIBAN from @the-andromeda-effect

ADIRA from @the-andromeda-effect

YARA from @devil-in-the-details-ay

ASTAROTH from @devil-in-the-details-ay

VOLLRATH from @magical-mistakes-vm

MAHALA from @magical-mistakes-vm

ARIK from @princess-of-thieves-id

INARA/RENISA from @princess-of-thieves-id

DIYAN/NOAR from @princess-of-thieves-id

LORCAN from @tapperhet-em

The ever awesome MELBA from @tapperhet-em

MEERI from @tapperhet-em

EINAR from @tapperhet-em

ABRIELLA from @theimperiumchronicles

CRUZ from @theimperiumchronicles

DEACON from @theimperiumchronicles

OLLY from @theimperiumchronicles

ARCH from @theimperiumchronicles

DEZ from @theimperiumchronicles

And because I am the biggest character of them all MEEEEEE from @cljordan-imperium

Tagging my peeps.. @blind-the-winds @saltysupercomputer @late-to-the-fandom @ceph-the-ghost-writer @pheita @outpost51 @writingmaidenwarrior @toribookworm22 @dreaminggoblin @thebejeweledwatercat

[theimperiumchronicles]

Happy STS! It's a rainy weekend for me, so tell me what rainy weekends are like for your characters? Who owns rainboots just to jump in puddles? Who looks like a drowned cat fighting with their umbrella? Who wouldn't be caught dead outside of their home when it's raining?

Hi Sweet Tori!

I hope you are doing well <3

I am going to cover these in no particular order or storyline.

Jumping in Puddles

Abriella, Adalicia (Grae standing by with an umbrella and blanket to warm her up when done), Calliope (Seamus is standing next to Grae w/the same setup), Amaya, Olly (got drug along w/Amaya), Melania (@behindthesemasks) , Miriana (@whileyouwait-dm) , Rua (@battlegroundofdreams)

Drowned Cat

Cruz, Dez, Arch, Dartan, Asher, Kellen, Leandre, Balor (@magical-mistakes-vm), Diyan (@princess-of-thieves-id), Lorcan (@tapperhet-em), Alexander and Cade (@behindthesemasks)

Not going out in that shit

Deacon, Yael (fear of water), Phaedra (always holds her sister's hand), Lucifer, Karlen, Gail, Persephone, Thinius, Anna, Vollrath (@magical-mistakes-vm), Adira & Caliban (@the-andromeda-effect), Alexander (@behindthesemasks), Yara (@devil-in-the-details-ay), Mahala, Baldur, & Elmar (@magical-mistakes-vm)

[hiddenwashington]

the following blogs have been inactive for seven days and their roles have been reopened. please unfollow :

@purelybilateral ( all characters )

@i-trust-in-love

@renfri-vellga

@dromeda-tonks

@nightwhispcrs ( mac mcdonald ) ** do not unfollow , mumu

@empathiie ( maggie greene rhee ) ** do not unfollow , mumu

@lavendaers ( ciri , gu mang , kitty song-covey , opal , ouyang zizhen , prince eric , prince henry , rowan whitethorn , sophie beckett ) ** do not unfollow , mumu

@flyaboveitall ( princess edeline ) ** do not unfollow , mumu

@hiddencitywaters ( luke skywalker ) ** do not unfollow , mumu

@trcgedytold ( all characters )

the following blogs have been inactive for six days, and now have 24 hours to make an in character post :

@grcycosmcs ( adrien agreste , alex claremont-diaz , ballister boldheart , buggy , dani dennison , eddie diaz , flynn rider , iggy , kristoff bjorgman , luisa madrigal )

@tragcdysewn ( dewey riley , nie mingjue , he chunyu , kriya dura )

@lavendaers ( alison dilaurentis , azriel , elizabeth afton , jing qi , kate bishop , lizzie saltzman , phoebe halliwell , sarah cameron , tantai jin , van palmer , xue meng , xue yang , yushi huang )

the following players are currently on hiatus and are excused from activity :

britt , kow , z , dee , ollie , sammy , sunny , risa , alex

the following players have their allotted 24 hours to post in character, or risk being reopened:

@misteriios ( hiatus return )

@youllalwaysbemyporcelain ( hiatus return )

@lcngliive ( extension )

@tragcdysewn ( extension on lorcan salvaterre )

@ofxscavengcrs ( extension )

[theladyofdeath]

Every Other Weekend {10}

Summary: Rowan was just looking for a night of fun after his divorce. Aelin was looking for one last reckless moment before selling her soul to her everyday grind of 9-5. Neither had any idea of just how much one night could change somebody’s life.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. Explicitly NSFW will be labelled at the beginning of chapters containing NSFW content. 

A collab with @snelbz

It had been a year and Aelin still couldn’t get over how much she loved kissing Rowan.

And now that Oliver was getting older, every time he saw it he was sure to comment with his disgust. 

“Ew!” He shouted now, hands covering his eyes as they rode to Lorcan and Elide’s for a day in the pool. “Kiss when I’m not here, please.”

Aelin laughed as she fell back in the passenger seat. Rowan put the car in reverse before exiting the gas station parking lot with the six pack he’d bought of he and Lorcans favorite beer.

“I can’t make that promise,” Rowan said, grinning.

They had welcomed summer with open arms. After the accident that past winter, the months following had been rough. Rowan had just finished his physical therapy and although he still had some recovering to do, he was feeling better and better by the day.

There were still hard days for Oliver. Days where he’d miss his mom and Aelin would help talk him through his grief. Nights where he’d wake up crying and Rowan would calm him back to sleep.

Those nights were particularly hard for Rowan in the beginning. He hadn’t understood why he was the one to live, why Maeve’s injuries had been fatal, when his side of the car had taken the impact, and he'd lay awake for hours puzzling it out in his head. He was grateful to be alive, grateful that the accident had left no longstanding damage, save for some new scars and an ache in his shoulder when it rained. But he often felt guilty for enjoying life when Maeve had died. He knew Aelin felt the same, knew she hated herself for feeling relieved when she found out Rowan had lived while Maeve didn’t. It was why they’d all three started seeing a family therapist a few months before. Yrene was helping Ollie understand his feelings, helping him put names to the aches he felt in his soul. Things like devastation and loss and grief that no six year old should know, but, sadly, he did.

She was also helping ease Aelin into the sudden role of mother she’d somewhat been thrust into.

It had been apparent very quickly that Aelin would be staying with Rowan for the foreseeable future after the accident. No back and forth between her house and his and staying the night at home occasionally. Not only did Rowan need her there, but Oliver did, too.

Rowan had been terrified that it would end up being too much too soon, that it would overwhelm her and she would leave. But she didn’t, and had been pissed at him for assuming she would. She’d stepped into the role seamlessly.

Across the middle console, as if he was reading what was on her mind, Rowan took Aelin’s hand and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she whispered.

“Gross,” Oliver chimed in again, although his little grin told them he didn’t mind it as much as he claimed to. 

When they pulled into the driveway, Elide was getting the last of the groceries out of her trunk for their cookout. The smallest of baby bumps could be seen beneath her swimsuit top. 

Oliver was out of the car as soon as it was parked, helping Elide with her grocery bag.

“Quite the little gentleman you have there,” she noted when Aelin and Rowan hopped out. 

Rowan chuckled. “Don’t let him fool you. He’s just hungry.”

Elide rolled her eyes but hugged them both before leading them through the house.

“If something’s missing, blame Lor,” she noted, tickling Ollie as she passed him in the kitchen. “I sent him to the store. I sent him with a list, but to him lists are like instructions: more like guidelines than anything.”

Aelin grinned. “Must be a man thing.”

Rowan had the audacity to look offended before taking a bottle of sunscreen out of his backpack and lathering Oliver up. 

He saw Max, Fenrys’ son, and was off, the allure of the pool and his cool, older friend stronger than his stomach.

Rowan paused as he looked out the back door to the pool. “Who’s that?”

Aelin too stilled where she’d been helping unpack the groceries and followed his gaze. There was a beautiful blonde woman sitting on the edge of the pool near Fenrys, her long hair braided back off her face, a braided headband holding it off her face.

“Fenrys’ girlfriend,” Elide replied, pulling out two of Rowan’s beers and putting the rest away. She handed them to him. “I know her name, but I cannot for the life of me remember it.” She fondly rubbed a hand over her bump and sighed. “Damn pregnancy brain.”

A few minutes later, they were stepping out into the sun and joining in the festivities. Fenrys was out of the pool and enveloping Aelin in a hug. The two of them had become fast friends as soon as they’d met, and had grown closer during Rowan’s recovery. His job allowed him a lot of free time, so if Rowan or Aelin needed him, he was always there to help out. “Hey, come here, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

He led them over to the grill, where the blonde had started a conversation with Lorcan. He put his arm around her. “Rowan, you remember Asterin? Rin, this is Rowan and his girlfriend, Aelin.” He pointed to Ollie and then to Rowan said, “That one is that one’s spawn.”

Rowan was giving Lorcan a look that said You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Lorcan was shaking his head, laughing.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Aelin smiled, and elbowed Rowan in the ribs telling him to mind his manners. 

Fenrys caught their intention and lifted a brow. “What? Didn’t think I could close, did you?”

Asterin rolled her eyes but there was a small smile on her lips. Aelin decided they would get along just fine.

Elide began pouring drinks, even though she couldn’t have any. She joined the kids with a Virgin margarita with a tiny umbrella while the rest had their glasses filled with more tequila than lime mix.

“You’re staring.”

Aelin twirled around, nearly spilling her drink as she did so. Rowan was grinning. She hadn’t even realized she’d been staring but the sight was precious. Elide sat between Lorcan’s legs in one of the laidback pool chairs and she was rubbing her baby bump, so gently. One of gargantuan hands was resting on it as well.

Aelin laughed, softly. “I’m just so happy for them.”

“Make you want a baby of your own?” Rowan asked, putting an arm around her shoulder. 

“I’ve always wanted to be a mom,” she admitted, wistfully. “Do you…want more kids?”

He made a big show of pretending to think about it.

Aelin’s mouth quirked to the side as she pinched his side. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “With you? Absolutely.”

“That doesn’t scare you?” Aelin asked quietly.

“Hmm?” Rowan asked, amused. “The idea of having kids with you? Hell, no.”

Aelin grinned.

“I mean, I had a kid when you met me and that didn’t scare you away.”

“Ollie has been a gift,” Aelin promised, and leaned up onto her toes to kiss him softly. “I’d be honored to have your babies, Whitethorn.”

“Should we get started now?” He muttered, wrapping both arms around her waist. “Ollie is occupied, we could steal a few minutes.”

Aelin’s head fell back as she laughed. “Tempting. Very tempting.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Rowan murmured, reaching behind her head and playing with some loose hair from Aelin’s clip.

“Hmm?” Aelin hummed, in a spot on impression of him. She bit her bottom lip to keep her grin from growing as his eyes narrowed. “What’s that?”

“What are you doing for the rest of your life?” He asked, and Aelin tilted her head in confusion.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I figured I’d teach for a while. Maybe go back to school and get my masters at some point.”

Rowan was chuckling and shaking his head. “Only you could mess something up I’ve spent weeks planning. Do you know how long it took me to come up with that opener?”

“Opener?” Aelin stepped back to better look at his face. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t mean, where do you see yourself in ten years,” he laughed. Dropping down to one knee. Rowan took her hand. “I mean, what are you doing for the rest of your life, Aelin?”

She froze, not even realizing that everyone else had gone quiet minutes ago, watching them.

“Ro,” she breathed, eyes filling with tears. “Are you serious?”

Rowan laughed, breathlessly. “If I wasn’t, this would be a terrible joke, huh?”

Aelin laughed as she nodded, using the hand he wasn’t holding to wipe her face. 

“Yes,” she said, eyes shining.

“I haven’t even asked the question yet,” Rowan chuckled, shaking his head.

“Fine.” Those tears, that smile, wouldn’t fade. “Proceed.”

He did just that.

“I love you,” he began, and she could count on one hand how many times she had seen Rowan emotional. Now was one of them. “You have been one of my greatest gifts. You’ve brought joy not only to my life, but to Ollie’s, too. We couldn’t imagine life without you and I don’t want you going anywhere, Aelin. I am so ridiculously in love with you, and all I’ve been able to think about is what it would be like to wake up to you next to me every morning for the rest of my life. I don’t know what my life holds but I know I want you beside me every step of the way.” When his voice broke he paused and cleared his throat. “Aelin, please…will you marry me?”

Aelin’s lip wobbled as her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

“Now you may answer,” Rowan breathed.

She beamed, grabbing him by the shirt and hauling him to his feet. Her lips crashed into his, but she whispered against them, “Yes.”

Fenrys hollered from where he and Asterin were playing chicken with Max and Ollie and Elide was, of course, crying. Lorcan had his arm around her and even he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

She pulled back and looked at him. “Where’s my ring, Whitethorn?”

“Oh, shit, right,” he muttered, digging into the pocket of his swim shorts. He produced a gorgeous diamond ring, and took Aelin’s hand again. He pressed a kiss to her lips and as he slid the ring onto her finger, he told her, “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

Ollie, who had just gotten down off of Asterin’s shoulders, cried, “What just happened?”

“I just asked Miss Aelin if she wanted to marry me,” Rowan smiled, holding his hand out to him.

Ollie took it, his eyes going wide. “You did?!” He looked from Rowan to Aelin. “What did you say?”

They laughed, as well as the rest of their friends, who were quietly watching the little family. Aelin could hear Elide sniffling again.

She squatted down, getting on the same level with him. “How would you feel if I said yes?”

That was something Yrene said was critical, acknowledging his emotions, whether they were good or bad. But Aelin needed the answer for herself, too, not just for Ollie’s sake.

He thought for a minute, looking for the word he wanted. In the end, he decided to show Aelin his answer, rather than tell her.

He flung his little arms around her neck and hugged her as tightly as he could.

All of her emotions came rushing back, and she didn’t bother trying not to cry as it burst out of her and shook her body.

Oliver leaned back and frowned. “What’s wrong? Are you sad?”

“No,” Aelin whispered, brushing back his silvery hair. “No, these are happy tears. I’m very happy.”

The rest of the afternoon went on and Aelin felt like she was walking on air. Nothing could possibly bring down her mood, nothing could take away her joy.

They swam and played and ate and drank until the sun started to sink. After saying their goodbyes, and collecting another round of congratulations, they were driving a sleepy Ollie home.

He was out before they even made it around the corner. 

Aelin hopped in the shower in the spare room to wash the chlorine off while Rowan put Oliver to bed, and when she came out she could hear the downstairs water running. 

She was in her pajamas when Rowan came through the bedroom door with a towel hanging low on his hips.

“Didn’t want to join me?” Aelin asked, nodding towards his towel. 

He smirked. “You really thought this afternoon was all that I had planned?”

Aelin’s eyebrows rose as he approached her, taking her hand and kissing each fingertip and then her ring. “You’re going to be my husband,” she breathed, smiling broadly. 

“Yes, I am,” he replied, tugging her off the bed. “And you’re going to be my wife.”

The thought made her giddy.

She followed him, noticing he’d cracked the bathroom door on his way out. He pushed it open and Aelin’s eyes widened in surprise.

There were candles lit along the lip of the tub, the windowsill, the counter, and rose petals were scattered on the floor. Aelin’s favorite brand of moscato was chilling in a bucket of ice on the vanity, two glasses beside it.

It was beautiful.

She stepped inside and shook her head. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, and shut the door behind them, locking them inside. “We deserve to celebrate our engagement, just the two of us.”

Aelin opened her mouth to reply but when she turned, Rowan had dropped his towel. 

He grinned, knowing very well where her eyes were glued. 

“I wouldn’t mind a celebration,” Aelin said, running her hands down his abs. She stopped at his hips before taking off her own tee and panties.

The tub was already full, steaming hot, just how she liked it. Rowan wasn’t as much of a fan of the heat as Aelin was, but for her, he’d suffer for a few minutes. He was sure he wouldn’t be focusing on the water for long anyways.

She dipped one toe in and sighed, stepping into the tub and sitting down. Rowan watched as her long legs disappeared beneath the water. He’d forgone the bubbles, wanting to see beneath the water. Last time they’d had a bath together. Aelin had filled the tub so full of bubbles that they’d barely been able to see each other over the suds, much less beneath the water.

“Come on in, Whitethorn,” Aelin crooned, leaning back and lifting her leg out of the water. “Water’s fine.”

He smirked, but grabbed a second towel for Aelin before climbing in across from her. Her foot was immediately in his lap and he grabbed it, kneading the arch. Sinking lower into the water, Aelin sighed contentedly.

“You know, you’re going to be a Whitethorn now,” he said, smiling at her.

“Aelin Whitethorn,” she tested. “I like the sound of that.”

Aelin watched Rowan for a moment and she felt her cheeks heating. 

Rowan was watching her, too, and tilted his head to the side as her blush deepened. “What are you thinking about?”

Aelin slowly shook her head,. “A year ago…I never imagined my life would be like this.”

“No?” Rowan asked, leaning across the tub and grabbing for Aelin’s waist. She didn’t protest as Rowan found her and tugged her towards him. 

As she climbed into his lap, she said, “No, but I’m so glad this is where I ended up, Ro.”

He smiled meekly and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Aelin ran her fingers through his hair and sighed contently. 

“Me too,” he confessed. “You’ve been my saving grace…and now you’ll be my wife.”

My wife. The words sent chills down Aelin’s spine. 

She kissed him then, letting her actions convey what he already knew.

I love you.

He responded in kind, wrapping his arms around her waist so their bodies were flush against each other.

I love you, too.

As she kissed him, she could smell the faintest hint of his body wash, and she knew why he’d showered before getting the bath ready.

This bath wasn’t about getting clean.

Pulling back, Aelin raised her hand up so the candlelight had the diamond of her ring sparkling.

“How did I do?” He asked, kissing her shoulder.

And damn him if she couldn’t hear the smile in his voice.

She cupped some water and he tipped his head back, letting her wet his hair. They’d had to shave his head for surgery after the accident and it was finally getting back to the length he preferred it to be. At least, it was getting close. Sort of. By the end of the year, Rowan was sure it’d be back where he liked it.

Rowan let his eyes slip closed as Aelin’s fingers smoothed through the stands, brushing over the thick scar beneath. He heard the water move and then Aelin’s lips were on his throat, the long, lean column of it exposed with his head tilted back. She murmured against his skin, “You did perfect and you know it.” Pulling back, she looked down at him. “Who’d you ask, Elide or Lysandra?”

A crooked grin. “Both.”

Aelin’s eyes went wide. “They both knew? And they both kept it from me?”

“They’re better at secrets than you know,” Rowan mumbled before kissing her softly.

Aelin chuckled into his lips but didn’t break that contact. Rowan’s hands dug deeper into her skin, snuck around her waist and held her close to him.

Aelin was on cloud nine. She had dreamt of the day that Rowan would propose but even in her imaginings, it hadn’t been this perfect. Nothing could compare to the real thing.

That kiss deepened and neither of them said a word. They simply clung to one another and said everything with their lips, their tongues, alone, words be damned.

“Remind me to kick their asses later,” Aelin mumbled, after a minute.

Rowan laughed. “Noted.”

Words vanished again and all that could be heard was the sound of water sloshing and lips breaking apart and coming back together. Rowan groaned as Aelin took his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged. She could get used to this, would be overly satisfied at the thought that this was her forever.

As his thumbs brushed over her peaked nipples, she whimpered and Rowan smiled against her lips.

“Cocky bastard,” she muttered, but gasped as he slid a finger between her folds.

“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured before finding the side of her neck with his lips.

That was the last of the conversation for a while, aside from Aelin’s soft gasps and quiet moans as Rowan worked her closer and closer to the edge. She was nearly panting with need by the time his thumb brushed her clit, knowing that was where she really wanted him to touch.

Her hips bucked and the devilish smile on his face had Aelin grinding her teeth to stop the moan building inside her. At her silence, Rowan looked up at her as he circled his thumb over the sensitive nub.

“Does that not feel good?” He asked, trailing soft kisses up the column of her throat.

She didn’t answer, wouldn’t answer, because she knew the second she opened her mouth, she’d tell him just how fucking good it felt, which is exactly what he wanted.

And that sure as hell wasn’t going to happen.

Instead, her own hand dipped beneath the water, reaching between them, and Rowan sucked in a breath through his teeth as Aelin gripped his cock and stroked him.

“I’m sure it feels as good as this does,” she murmured, giving him a light squeeze as she leaned in to kiss him.

He slanted his mouth over hers, circling her clit in time with her strokes, occasionally slipping a finger or two deep inside of her. Rowan pulled away, panting, and wrapped his hand around hers. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance and Aelin groaned.

“I need to be inside you, Ace,” he said, his other hand palming her breast, flicking over her peaked nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb.

Aelin was writhing against him, the broad head of his cock slipping in just a bit every time she bucked her hips and soon enough, he was sheathed inside her. The fullness of him made it hard to think straight.

They made love like they had a hundred times. Yet, it felt just as joyous and maddening and thrilling as that very first time. Aelin would never grow tired of it, would never want to be rid of this man that she would soon be blessed enough to call her husband.

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Harry Potter Next Gen Masterlist

*All images are a basis. They were the closest thing I could find to what I wanted.

*Almost all characters belong to JK Rowling *This list is never truly complete *Not all headcanons are mine. *Everything said here is not fact. It is my opinion. *This will get added to and rewritten. *Comment your next-generation headcanon in the comments

List of Oldest to Youngest

Teddy, Marco | Beatrice, Victorie | Dominique, Elliot | Alice, Fred, Molly, Blake, James | Rose, Jeffrey, Valerie, Albus, Daisy Scorpius | Millie, Wren, Hugo, Lucy, Roger, Ollie | Louis, Lily, Gabrielle, Ty, Roxanne, Lorcan, Lysander | Francesca

Lysander Scamander

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Lorcan Scamander

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Scorpius Malfoy

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Lily Potter II

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Albus Potter

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James Potter II

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Hugo Weasley

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Rose Weasley

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Roxanne Weasley

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Fred Weasley II

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Lucy Weasley

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Molly Weasley II

-Moodboard

Louis Weasley

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Dominque Weasley

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Victorie Weasley

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Teddy Weasley

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OCs

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Ollie Wood

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Gabrielle Wood

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Roger Finnigan

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Alice Longbottom

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Francesca Longbottom

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Elliot Balken

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Beatrice Zhou

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Ty Creevey

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Valerie Dawlish

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Daisy Dursley

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Jeffrey Nott

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Millie Smith

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Blake Shacklebolt

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Wren Scrimgeour

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Marco Sanchez

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' ——— Oh, pelas barbas de Merlin, eu sinto muito, sinto muito!' as palavras jorraram pelos lábios finos e rosados de Lorcan, em suas mãos, um relógio e algumas moedas eram ofertados para a pessoa. ' ——— Isso aqui é seu?' indagou, erguendo as mãos para que os itens fossem vistos mais de perto. ' ——— Pisquei por um segundo e o Ollie se afastou, quando vi, já era tarde, ele já estava cheio de coisas.' suspirou pesadamente, fazendo um sinal com a cabeça na direção do pequeno Niffler que encontrava-se junto aos seus pés parecendo agora devidamente castigado depois de levar uma repreensão de si. Céus! Zero controle aquela criatura tinha!

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      ¡Bienvenido a tus años dorados, Oliver Scamander!

¡Felicidades, Andy! Nuestra audición ha sido aceptada. Nos alegra mucho tenernos por aquí. Tenemos 48 horas para mandar nuestra cuenta e incorporarnos al roleplay. Esperamos disfrutar nuestra estancia y cualquier duda, consultemos a nuestro cerebro. ¡Gracias por nuestro interés!

moony.

→ PERSONAJE OC

✦ DATOS IC

DATOS PERSONALES

Nombre completo: Oliver Scamander.

Apodo: Ollie, empleado comúnmente, aunque otros se limitan a llamarle por su nombre entero.

FC: Timothée Chalamet.

Fecha de nacimiento: 23 de abril de 1961 (21 años).

Ocupación: Empleado en la recién abierta boticaria del Callejón Diagon y estudiante de herbología avanzada.

Padres: Opal Scamander (née MacDougal) y Basil Scamander.

Hermanos: Madeleine Scamander.

Mascota: En casa de sus padres está una gata blanca y enorme, de nombre Cordelia. De pequeño tuvo una lechuza llamada "Trébolito", por los tréboles de tres hojas, pero murió no poco después de su quinto año. Desde entonces no tuvo ninguna mascota, hasta que su tío abuelo le mostró los bowtruckles y ahora tiene uno, pues le recuerda mucho su amor a la naturaleza. Su nombre es "Newt", como su abuelo. También tiene un puffskein dorado que se encontró perdido en el Callejón, al cual llamó "Goldie", le gusta verlo dar vueltas y a la criatura le gusta esconderse en su cabello.

Alianza: Civil/Pro-Orden.

Frase con la que se identifica:

"If one loves nature, one finds beauty everywhere."

Historia de vida:

Desde sus primeros años de vida, Oliver demostró una conexión especial con la naturaleza. Si bien los humanos han olvidado de donde provienen y destruyen su hogar a cada oportunidad que obtienen, el pequeño aprendió a respetar la tierra bajo sus pies y cada forma suya de expresarse, cómo las plantas, los rayos de sol o el río que corre cerca de su casa. En su infancia pasaba días enteros en el jardín, y cada fin de semana sus padres lo llevaban de paseo a bosques cercanos, la playa, montañas, y todo tipo de paisajes naturales. Ahí, en contacto con el planeta, es cuando más se sentía como sí mismo; lugar de donde nació su amor por la naturaleza y todo lo que lo rodeaba. Ayudaba a su madre en las tareas del jardín, a cuidar sus flores, a sembrar, y cuando sus padres descubrieron una inclinación hacia las plantas, no dudaron en comprarle varios libros del tema, lo cual lo convirtió en un experto con el paso del tiempo. Pasaba más tiempo afuera manchándose las rodillas y explorando, que jugando con otros niños, lo cual lo convirtió en un crio solitario y le brindó una personalidad reservada. En las reuniones familiares, era Oliver quien se quedaba en su pequeña burbuja; a pesar de todo, sus primos lo estimaban, así como el resto de su familia. Sin embargo a sus padres les preocupaba que no se involucrara lo suficiente en socializar y, por ende, creciera sin conocer los modos de tratar a otros. Oliver parecía entenderse más con la naturaleza que con las personas. En un intento porque fuera un niño más sociable, sus padres lo inscribieron a clases para pequeños magos; no obstante el infante se negaba a socializar, pasaba todo su tiempo solo, entre los árboles, entre las flores, y adoptó como rasgo la timidez. Aquella conexión con su alrededor no fue producto de su educación, pues su padre es un escritor e investigador de Historia de la Magia y su madre es directora y cocinera de un importante restaurante mágico, quizá sólo fue el destino, tal vez venía en sus venas. Existen cosas inexplicables que sólo queda aceptar.

Con el paso del tiempo su carácter retraído y hermético se reforzó. Sus padres esperaban que Hogwarts significara un nuevo inicio para su hijo, uno donde pudiese conseguir amigos y convertirse en un chico con relaciones, alguien normal, no un niño que nombraba a sus plantas y las trataba como si fuesen sus amigas. Si bien esto le enseñó humildad y nobleza, los humanos estaban hechos para relacionarse entre sí. Tras cientos de intentos efectuados por sus padres, decidieron dejarlo ser. Probablemente sólo fuera una etapa. Oliver sólo se abría con ellos y parecía disfrutar en su compañía, o en la de su tío abuelo, Newt, con el cual poseía una afinidad que sólo se entendía entre ambos. Actualmente sólo se envían misivas entre sí, hace mucho que no se ven, sin embargo continúan en contacto. Con el resto del mundo era callado y aquellos infantes de su edad comenzaron a reñirlo por ello, a burlarse, a apodarlo y a excluirlo. No que le importara mucho la falta de amistades, más los insultos lastiman a cualquiera. Sus padres no deseaban que el chico fuera un inadaptado, sin embargo aquella era la última preocupación en la cabecita de su dulce hijo. Quizá no tendría amigos, pero tenía cualidades que muchas personas olvidaban. En su soledad, en la compañía de la naturaleza, Ollie maduró y descubrió cosas que algunas personas tardan, inclusive toda una vida, en comprender.

Vida escolar:

A su alrededor las personas se relacionaban, sus compañeros forjaban amistades, se conocían entre sí, socializaban... Él, bueno, gustaba de perderse en los jardines del colegio. A pesar de su carácter solitario y tímido, Ollie no pasaba desapercibido, pues todos querían conocer al nieto de Theseus Scamander, héroe de guerra, y su relación con el gran Newt Scamander, su tío abuelo. El hufflepuff se esforzaba por esconderse y evitar a todos, sin dirigirle la palabra a ninguna persona, tanto por el poco interés que nacía en él por hablar con otras personas como por la presión de la fama sobre sus hombros. Fue su relación con la Profesora Sprout, la jefa de su casa, la que lo sacó de su caparazón. En primer año demostró su afinidad con la herbología, captando la atención de su profesora, y luego de unos meses la mujer consiguió que el niño finalmente conversara con ella. La confianza se forjó entre ellos de poco en poco. Ollie aparecía en los invernaderos para observar su trabajo y después se convirtió en su fiel ayudante. Y, con el tiempo, cuando había llegado su tercer año, la docente consiguió que Ollie se abriera de poco en poco con otros de sus compañeros. Sólo palabras, gestos la mayoría del tiempo, pero era un gran avance. Los padres del niño se encontraron agradecidos y maravillados. Entre las personas en las cuales comenzó a confiar se encontraba Lorcan d’Eath, y es que en la primera semana de clases, cuando todos temían del muchacho, Oliver fue el único que aceptó ser su compañero en Pociones (porque francamente no veía porque asustarse). A lo largo del año tuvieron una relación… extraña. Lorcan hablaba como la persona alegre que era, Oliver lo escuchaba y a veces sonreía o reía. Eso era todo. De alguna forma ahí nació su amistad. Si es sincero, todos aquellos miedos o historias sobre Lorcan le causaban gracia. Y cuando su tercer año arribó y comenzó a confiar en los demás, fue con Lorcan con quien más se facilitó la plática. Ambos se entendieron especialmente por la fama que poseían. Pero a Oliver no le importaba si era afamado o si tenía treinta chicas detrás de él, para él era Lorcan, su amigo, alguien que no lo obligaba a hablar hasta los codos. Fue también el carácter del slytherin el cual lo influyó para volverse más social. Con el tiempo fue reuniendo amistades, en principio sólo de su casa, después del colegio entero. Pronto dejó de conectar sólo con las plantas, también con los humanos. Por ejemplo, se entendía con Minerva MacMillan, los dos no hablaban mucho en un principio así que compartían silencios y de vez en cuando realizaron trabajos de equipo juntos. Le agrada Minerva y en cuanto su personalidad floreció, era él quien le hacía plática a la hufflepuff. También se llevaba bien con Florence Greengrass, cuyo amor por las flores llegó a unirlos. Inclusive su personalidad era tan amena que consiguió amigarse con Gemma Shingleton y fue él quien escuchó todo lo ocurrido con su hermano. Mafalda Hopkirk no tenía muchos amigos pero a él le interesaba escuchar de qué hablaba e inclusive buscaba en el diccionario cada palabra peculiar que salía de su boca.

Como estudiante, era una persona responsable. Entregaba las tareas a tiempo, inclusive agregaba más centímetros de lo asignado en los pergaminos, nunca se metía en problemas y en quinto año, desenvolviéndose un poco más, se tornó en un excelente compañero de equipo y en general. Continuó pasando más tiempo del usual en los invernaderos, en los jardines del colegio y en la biblioteca, donde leía cada libro de la sección de Herbología, ignorando los comentarios en torno a su persona, las preguntas, la curiosidad. Una que otra vez aventuró a adentrarse al Bosque Prohibido, poseído por la intriga de la flora escondida en aquel lugar de infinito misterio. En ocasiones raras acudía a los partidos de Quidditch y más que nada era obra de sus amigos, quienes lo animaban a integrarse a la emoción generada por aquel deporte. Desgraciadamente Ollie era capaz de llevarse un libro para entretenerse, ¿y qué? El Quidditch le aburre. No es su culpa. En el colegio tomaba todo con tranquilidad, como siempre lo ha hecho. Para él la vida es igual a la de un árbol, que crece lentamente, y depende del cuidado cómo, en que dirección y qué tanto crecerá.

Vida actual:

Siempre tuvo claro el camino que buscaba tomar tras su graduación. Mientras otros alumnos deambulaban por el horizonte, perdidos, Ollie tuvo certeza de sus gustos y propósitos a lo largo de sus veintiún años de vida. Fue así que con ayuda de la Profesora Sprout consiguió una beca en un prestigioso instituto de Herbología; sólo grupos de selecto magos han pisado aquel lugar, entre ellos muchos de los herbologos más famosos. Por supuesto que su apellido lo ayudó a ingresar, pero fuera de eso, Ollie nunca alardea de sus orígenes. Asiduo a entregar su vida al estudio de la flora mágica, se esfuerza por aprender y mantener excelentes calificaciones. Mientras tanto trabaja en la recién abierta Boticaria del Callejón Diagon, un establecimiento que lleva sólo unos meses abierto. Ollie se ha mudado de casa y ahora vive en un apartamento cerca del Instituto. Con la guerra presente en cada esquina entiende que el peligro complica la vida de los magos. Ha decidido no mantenerse neutral al respecto y si bien encausa toda su energía en sus clases, también se da tiempo de apoyar en cuanto le sea posible.

Personalidad:

Oliver es, quizá, la persona más simple que conozcas en primera instancia. Entenderse con él es sumamente sencillo, no existe persona con la cual conversar sea más fluido. Pareciese ser una corriente que te lleva, sin tapujos, sin obstáculos, es fácil. No obstante, dentro de él existen una serie de complicaciones, y si te adentras lo suficiente te percatarás de ellas. Ni siquiera él puede explicarse a sí mismo, definirse sería una hazaña, ¿y quién puede hacerlo realmente cuando cambiamos segundo a segundo? Ollie no tiene muy claro cuál es su personalidad, y no es porque no la tenga, más bien no sabe cómo describirse. Otros lo nombrarían definitivamente como la tranquilidad en persona, y también lo juzgarían amable, cordial, abierto, extrovertido y dulce, además de inquieto cuando se tratan de cosas que le interesan (quizá eso lo tomó de su tío abuelo, Newt). Él, francamente, nunca se ha querido limitar. Es un ser cambiante, como piensa que todos lo son; nadie es estático en su opinión. En este caso, ¿cómo hablar de su personalidad? Probablemente mediante los comentarios de su familia y conocidos. La timidez que anteriormente fue su mayor característica se disolvió, sólo surge en ocasiones muy raras, pues  aprendió a interactuar no sólo con la naturaleza, también con los humanos. Ahora se ríe abiertamente, se le da bien conversar y hacer amigos. A las personas les agrada estar cerca de él, no se sienten juzgadas en ningún momento y es una persona tan calmada que no existen los temores por ofenderlo por equivocación o cruzar límites. Es una persona realmente centrada. Tiene claro su camino en la vida y sus metas. Podrían tacharlo de maduro, pero Ollie no se piensa así. Aún le falta mucho por experimentar, aún le queda tanto por cultivarse… Por ahora está en la etapa donde florece, como todos aquellos de su edad. Dado su apego a la naturaleza, aprendió a comprender a los demás. Es muy tolerante y rara vez en verdad necesita una disculpa. Su afinidad con el planeta también le ha confiado el poder de ser en extremo cálido, cuidadoso y compasivo. Una planta no crece sin cariño, agua y cuidado, ¿no? Estas habilidades han pasado de la jardinería a sus relaciones. Sentirse solo a su lado es imposible, cuida lo que dice y hace, y se pone en los zapatos de los demás. Probablemente pasó tanto tiempo lejos de las personas, del disturbio de la vida, que nadie corrompió aquella calma en su interior, y estar a su lado te brinda esa paz necesaria.

Como cualquier humano posee defectos, como ser obsesivo y en ocasiones sufrir de perfeccionismo, a pesar de que usualmente piensa que nada tiene porque ser exacto, sólo bueno. A veces vuelve a encerrarse en sí mismo, a ignorar a los demás, no porque quiera, simplemente lo hizo por tanto tiempo que ocurre sin su consentimiento; lo cual puede enfurecer a los demás. También está que se reserva sus sentimientos, podrá escuchar tus problemas por horas y darte un consejo lo más acertado posible, pero nunca sabrás de su vida personal. No se lo cuenta a casi nadie, no disfruta exponer sus problemas o pensamientos íntimos. Es una persona muy privada. Decisivo y consciente, guarda la calma en situaciones de peligro. Usualmente se encuentra relajado, pues así se siente, considera que preocuparse no lleva a nada (como diría su tío abuelo, Newt), sin embargo de vez en cuando se deja apoderar por los nervios, al fin y al cabo es humano. Para Ollie todos somos hijos de la tierra y hemos olvidado de donde provenimos, siempre ha pensado que, si regresáramos a nuestros orígenes, a recordar que todos somos iguales, la violencia, el odio y demás males de la sociedad desaparecerían.

Datos extras:

― Desde pequeño posee un cactus, el cual considera su gran compañero. Su compañera más cercana, Margaret Nettles, solía confeccionarle ropa al mismo, era un pasatiempo suyo cuando era pequeña. Oliver aún tiene toda la colección creada por la antigua gryffindor. Su favorito es un sombrero vaquero.

― Su amiga más cercana es Margaret Nettles, con la cual comenzó a hablar en cuarto año. Margaret era muy animada, hasta que su padre fue asesinado. Fue Ollie quien estuvo al pie del cañón para apoyarla. Hasta la fecha odia ver como Margaret se destruye a sí misma con drogas, alcohol y demás. Ignora, claro, que Margaret está enamorada de él desde su quinto año en el colegio.

― No prestaba mucha atención a las personas cuando era más pequeño, pero en su primer año en Hogwarts, cuando conoció a Gwenog Jones, no pudo quitarle la mirada de encima. Conforme avanzaron los años se enamoró de ella; de su valentía, su manera para enfrentarse a los bravucones, su confianza y su cabello. A los ojos de Ollie era hermosa. Jamás le habló y ahora sus sentimientos han desaparecido.

― Comenzó a tratarse con Xenophilius Lovegood desde hace unos meses, cuando el mayor apareció en la botánica donde trabaja. Hablaron un par de veces y desde entonces no se pierde de ni un solo ejemplar del Quisquilloso, que le causa gran curiosidad.

― Cuando niño era muy desordenado. Dejaba tierra por toda la casa, siempre se encontraba sucio, y su habitación era un desastre. Con el pasar de los años cambió y ahora es una persona muy ordenada.

― Una vez, tras graduarse del colegio, vivió por un mes en el bosque. Consiguió sobrevivir gracias a sus conocimientos. Lo hizo por pura curiosidad, aunque algunos pensaron que fue una completa locura.

― Su segundo nombre es Anthony.

― Formaba parte de Hufflepuff durante su estadía en Hogwarts.

Futuro:

― ( A decisión del usuario )

Estatus de Sangre: Sangre pura.

CARACTERÍSTICAS MÁGICAS

Boggart: El ser humano lo ha conseguido, el planeta ha muerto. Sólo ve tonos grisáceos a su alrededor y el mundo es un enorme desierto que nunca acaba. La naturaleza fue destruida y no hay más que hacer.

Patronus: Oruga.

Varita:

― Madera: Castaño: A la varita de castaño le atraen las brujas y los magos con habilidades especiales para domesticar bestias mágicas, los que poseen grandes dones en herbología y los voladores naturales.

― Núcleo: Hoja de Mandrágora.

― Flexibilidad: Casi inflexible.

― Longitud: 34 cm.

Amortentia: Tierra, bosque, flores.

Espejo de Oesed: Ni siquiera el mismo Ollie podría descifrar su mayor deseo, no importa cuánto tiempo y esfuerzo pusiera en la misión. La imagen que develaría el espejo es él, mayor, probablemente rondando los 80, se le nota una gran sonrisa. Ha cumplido su sueño como herbólogo, ha viajado por el mundo y conocido todo tipo de plantas y especies. Y nota el mundo mejor de lo que ahora es, más limpio, con más árboles, y sin violencia.  Es pacífico.

RELACIONES:

(soy la admin y yo las aprobé, cómo la ven xoxo)

Florence Greengrass — Le agradaba

Gemma Shingleton — Buena Amiga

Gwenog Jones — Ex-crush

Lorcan d'Eath — Mejor Amigo

Mafalda Hopkirk — Buena Amiga

Margaret Nettles — Buena Amiga

Minerva MacMillan — Compañera

Xenophilius Lovegood — Le agrada

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@honeyiko eek you know how much i love kate diego ! you are such a funny person to be around and you make me laugh so hard i can’t breatHE,,,,and like amara + zaRA gorgeous goddesses wow i love them, you make me feel better when im sad :’) idk what i would do w/o you tbh not to mention you pushed me to broaden my cc horizon ( i have 9 gbs now diEGO)  thank you for being the diego to my dora, ilysm

@littlemissnellie eL ah where do i begin? i remember meeting you back in around maybe august? and we talked about roast dinners and how adorable you and your accent is! i know youre not too happy abt your blog currently (psa: go send el some love !!) but i loVE it lots and the daleys kill me everyday ♥ ill miss them for sure; but you + your health come first! so never forget that. you are such an adorable lil bean and it really sucks for us to start drifting apart a bit eek!! i hope we get to catch up on the weekend a bit more ♥ always remember that i love you lots!

@rosypyxels wOO rose omg ! even though sometimes we go days w/o talking we just fall back into it immediately! you are so incredibly talented and sweet (um not to mention gORGEOUS) i know you’ve been going through a hard time recently; but i love how we constantly fan over how hOt all those models on pinterest are i mean wOWZA ! you never fail to amaze me with those crazy good makeup skills + your style?? where do i even start??? its so great??? ilysm + even though you don’t post much here; im glad to have you in my life :’)

@tiredtoothache saV oH my goodness gracious !! your blog like how??!! your sims are so prettY?? and i cant handle it?? and ken?? wow?? wcif that talent???????? i remember coming across your blog around hmm maybe late july/ august and thinking wow her story? john? i cant deal!! you are also v kind + super sweet, even though we don’t chat too much im v glad that we’re friends ! (ps we really should chat more but i suck at carrying conversations rip) ilysm sav!

@okyio chrisTy im sobbing where do i even begin? im still insisting that you were sent from the gods to make us cry bc of those dazzling editing skills (not to mention how cute sage + mu are ) i know recently things have been happening but im sending never ending love n support! (let me know if im overbearing) but seriously; you never fail to wow me with how gentle and patient you are. you are so kind and nice to everyone, i hope you feel a lot better soon but until then make sure to take care ♥ ily!

@dust-bubbles albertaaaa !! you are such a fun, genuine person to be around. you are so talented and not to mention super modest ♥ you are too sweet !! your cc is always top notch (i cant deal like actually) i hope we get to know each other better bc wowza you are such a cool bean and im glad i’ve gathered the courage to talk to you a few months ago because i’ve gotten to know one of the sweetest beans on the planet ily!

@citruswhims caL omG i was there back in the day with little callia bean !! and i remember i texted you to ask if you were doing okay and then blossomed a beautiful friendship filled with a lot of dog pictures and talking in all caps! you are unbelievably vibrant and just a bright person overall ! im glad we got to know each other (even though sometimes we don’t talk too much) i love you sm + im just so haPPY that we’re friends ♥

@amessofsims LINA LINA LINA you are such a spontaneous bright ray of sUNSHINE!!! exCEPT for the fact that we all know we pour the cereal first, then the milk (take notes lina) you always make me laugh + wow i just love you ok??? never forget that !! thank you for always making me smile ♥

@vvindenburg jiLLS!!! i remember finding your blog through i think a giveaway in june? (when i only had a cc finds blog that only tumblrbot followed omg) i fell in love with gem and julia the moment i saw their adorable faces !! and now we have delos + delphi (sorry phi; but delos is just the better twin :/) you always make me laugh through funny posts that reference memes oR your editing bc thanks for making me crY jiLLS ilysm ♥

@brndletonbae hILLS! (as you can see it rhymes with jills) but yes i remember i think in july?? i jumped up and starting screaming bc yesdarlingsims had followed me. (ahem nodarlingsims now) but you-POPPY- OLLIE sO mucH lOVE im going to cRY, thank you sm for inspiring me to make this kinda mess of a blog, even though we dont talk too much; im glad we chat through asks sometimes! ily hills ♥

@idioticjenna (jenna ok i had to move you down for the gifs im sorry)

people i love lots:

@alwaysimming (can we talk about how nice and supportive you are?) // @vvatore (ok but your textposts just make my day)// @simsluname (hello you beautiful gif queeN ily) // @tea-sims (your blog?? is goals? wcif all that amazing talent??????) // @sammyshuno (where’s bella is and always will be something that is worth staying up still 6 am to read) // @cellblocksimmer (betH omg can your sims kill me please) // @simshuie (tbh lauren we aLL know that lorcan + elide are the cutest + thank you for being sweet n great) // @smubuh (abby, your tutorials are the bEST and idk what i would do w/o you or your blog; your willingness to help never fails to astound me) // @sandy-sims (amazing poses?? great sims ?? phenomenal stories?? yes please!! ) // @thisk (your sims are my weakness wOW! your townies !!? i love!?) // @ahhkaitlyn (you are so sWEET??? i love your blog??)// @domiella (domi ily!!? sm!! wow you are so beautiful inside and out!) // @whiisker (you know i love frankie bc she wOW !! i love your aesthetic skdjf)// @woohoodlums (crazy gorgeous sims + edits?? sign me up) // @meisiu (your houses !! slay me!?) // @grapfruit (your psds !! your edits!!! wow!!) // @panda-plumbobs (ahh amber !! i love your blog?? sm?? we should def talk more ♥) // @tigerellasims ( i crY i love your legacy !! so much!! ) // @cowplant-pizza (your legacy *ahem* those amazing spICY posts !! your poses! ) // @sundaessims (quinlin!! ily!! your tags give me life + your bio too) // @mooon-sims (your lookbooks!! i die!) // @faeflowr (your gameplay pics! and your cc finds ahhhh) // @kiwiikio (im crying bc your blog is just so perfect and i love it so much im going to cry wow) // @harrybuts (you know ily mack ) // @ridgeport ( i LIVE for nES and your mind-blowing cc) // @rosetrii (your dOODLES I caNNOT) // @roseyki (your cc and your sIMS ahhh) // @starryllamas (jESS your sIMS i and your edITS ily) ps gotta spam your blog soon so watch out ;)

side note: i tend to forget things a lot!!! so if you think i missed you, message me ♥ (im vv sorry)

@idioticjenna even though our friendship didnt exactly start off on the right foot, im glad i’ve gotten to know you better! jenna you are hiLARIOUS omg i just love it, you have so much talent like wth ??? thank you for being so sweet n kind ♥ have a gif:

thank you all for all of this, i couldn’t possibly ask for anything better than this ♥ please take care of yourselves, i love you all so much. please dont forget that my messages and inbox are always open if you ever need anything !!

[redcarpetbiz]

Lorcan remixes Kylie Minogue's A Second To Midnight

Lorcan remixes Kylie Minogue’s A Second To Midnight

Lorcan remixes Kylie Minogue’s latest offering, A Second To Midnight. The single, which features Years & Years, is available on kylie’s album Disco – The Guestlist Edition which is released on November 12th. To purchase the album visit http://www.Kylie.com Songwriters: Kylie Minogue Olly Alexander Richard “Biff” Stannard Martin Sjølie Duck Blackwell

[tgyverse]

― 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

A continuación dejamos un listado de los personajes que participan en memes. Si encuentran algún error o falta alguien, no duden en comentarnos.

agatha figg.

alastair montague.

amelia bones.

amycus carrow.

andromeda tonks.

angela finnigan.

arthur weasley.

aurora rowle.

bertha jorkins.

betty braithwaite.

brigitte delacour.

cassia clearwater.

daisy hookum.

danny wood.

darcy brown.

davey gudgeon.

dawn withey.

dorcas meadowes.

doris purkiss.

emmeline vance.

frank longbottom.

gideon prewett.

glenda chittock.

greta catchlove.

hestia jones.

james potter.

jonathan nott.

lorcan d'eath.

mary macdonald.

michael bones.

minerva macmillan.

molly weasley.

ollie scamander.

pandora lovegood.

phoebe elliot.

rabastan lestrange.

remus lupin.

rosalind bungs.

scarlett travers.

stubby boardman.

yvette lévesque.

zoe nettles.

[cljordan-imperium]

Happy Blorbo Blursday! 🌈🐳🚀

If each of your OCs had to carry a weapon at all times, which would each prefer to use? Or if they already carry weapons, what animal companion would be their friend?

--@oh-no-another-idea

Sorry I'm late with the answer to this @oh-no-another-idea, I had to think which WIP I wanted to answer for and then on the question. I decided to answer on a few of them.

@theimperiumchronicles - they all always have a weapon, so we'll go with animals

Abriella - she has her two cogi pups

Cruz - he has a white bat named boo but I can also see him with a Tibetan Mastiff

Deacon - Lab

Olly - Phoenix

Dez - Pomeranian

Anna - Cat

Seamus - he has his cat Ember

Grea and Ada - small dog

@the-andromeda-effect

Caliban & Adira - Masiff or large dog of this kind. Caliban would want something that could protect Adira if something happened but is also an even tempered breed.

@princess-of-thieves-id

Arik - Pitbull

Inara/Renisa - cat

Diyan/Noar - Cane Corso

@tapperhet-em

Lorcan - has Melba, a Doberman

Einar & Meeri - Belgain Malinois - good for protection and loyal to their pack

Elio - Akita

Tieran - Great Dane

@magical-mistakes-vm

Vollrath & Mahala - Great Pyrenees

Balor - Rhodesian Ridgeback

Baldur - Bullmastiff

Elmar - Lab

@devil-in-the-details-ay

Astaroth & Yara - Cerebus

[deerprongsarchive]

1x1 replies

Lucius → Narcissa

Ethan → Ravenna

Archer → Abigail

Indigo → Dinah

Logan → Rory

Anya → Kitty

Alec → Magnus

Kael → Cece

Candice → James

Jem → Tessa

Suri → Nate

Andre → Emma

Amycus → Alecto

Olivia → Lucca

Nínive → Bruno

Caspian → Noah

Lowen → Micah

Ewan → Eleanor

Kala → Wolfgang

Aaron → Ollie

Matt → Abe

Kit → Gale

Kit → Gale/Atticus

Julia → Emmett

George → Florian

Khaleel → Chloe

Blaise → Pansy

Minjun → Songyi

Luna → Ginny

Draco → Astoria

Will → Jem

Jaebum → Sora

Yejun → Moon

Lorcan → Dominique

Jaebum �� Sora

Jace → Lola

Julian → Victoria

Rodolphus → Bellatrix

Hazel → Daphne

Harper → Gigi

Axel → Seth

Ginny → Harry

James → Fred

Aurélien → Helena

Hyuna → Jaebum

Ashton → Summer

Antonella → Esteban

Charles → Lily

Fleur → Bill

Skyler → Maeve

Sierra → Nolan

River → Daniella

WPP replies

Draco → Astoria (hug)

James → Lily (birthday)

Scorpius → Rose (sleepover)

Draco → Astoria (torre de astronomia)

Rodolphus → Bellatrix (bathtub)

Charles → Lily (parque de diversões)

James → Lily (domestic)

Chico → Teca (starter)

Combinar starter

Maju → Arthur

Iris → Tristan

Minhyuk → Kwang

Cedric  → Cho

Hermione → Viktor

River → Daniella

Oliver → Bernard

Amelia → Damien

Matthew → James

Michael → Robert

Dimitri → Delilah

Felix → Leon

[theladyofdeath]

Every Other Weekend {4}

Summary: Rowan was just looking for a night of fun after his divorce. Aelin was looking for one last reckless moment before selling her soul to her everyday grind of 9-5. Neither had any idea of just how much one night could change somebody’s life.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. Explicitly NSFW will be labelled at the beginning of chapters containing NSFW content. 

A collab with @theladyofdeath

It had been one week since Rowan and Aelin’s date, and Aelin was still walking on air.

Her week had been utter perfection and he surely had something to do with it. Those little nightly phone calls after their long night together… Lysandra had been right. Aelin was smitten. 

He had invited her to a game night at his house tonight, an annual thing that he and his friends did once a month with Oliver. Aelin took him asking as a sign that he thought their newfound relationship was going well, too. 

Although the last week had been going well, there was one thing that weighed on her mind.

Whether Aelin could even date a student’s father. 

She had spent her afternoon, since her students left, searching through every guide she knew existed. She supposed she could just go ask her principal, but that was too intimidating. She was a first year teacher at this school, after all. She didn’t want to do anything that would paint her in a…bad light. 

There were rules on student/teacher conduct and misconduct, parent/teacher conduct, as it applies to emails and parent teacher conferences, and even on a field trip. But…no mention of dating or even outside fraternization anywhere.

She took that as a good sign.

Packing up to leave, Aelin stuffed every printout, photocopy, and spiral bound handbook she had into her bag. She may not have seen anything that would get her in trouble, but she knew someone else who was better at reading between the lines.

Her lawyer boyfriend, who’s home she was supposed to be at in… Aelin looked at the clock over her door.

Forty-five minutes.

She swore and was out the door, calling Rowan before she even made it to her car.

He answered on the second ring. “Hey, I was just-.”

“I’m probably going to be late,” she blurted. “I’m just now leaving the school, I’m sorry. Your scary, impatient friend is going to hate me.”

Rowan laughed, quietly. “You’ve still got forty minutes. It won’t take you that long to-.”

“I have to stop for wine,” she said, getting into her car.

“Is it a night of interruptions?” he asked, but didn’t sound mad. He was perfectly amused. 

“I can’t show up empty-handed.” She frowned. “It’s my first time meeting your friends. I want to make a good impression.”

“It would be impossible for you to make a bad impression,” Rowan promised. “But, do what you feel you must.”

Aelin started up her engine and sighed. “Should I bring anything else? I feel-.”

“Aelin-.”

“I want to contribute in any way I can-.”

“I’m ordering-.”

“What if they do hate me?” Aelin asked. “Should I bring something other than wine? I mean-.”

“Aelin!” Rowan laughed. “Just bring yourself. Ollie has been asking when you’re getting here all afternoon and, trust me, if he’s happy, everyone is happy, too. Besides, I don’t care what my friends think, I like you and I want you here.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” he laughed. “By the way, beer will get you a lot farther with Lorcan than wine will any day.”

“Noted,” she nodded, even though he couldn’t see her.

“He likes IPA’s,” he chuckled, and she heard Ollie asking in the background, “Is that Miss Aelin?”

“It is, she’ll be here soon,” he said, and then added, “I’ll see you when you get here, okay, gorgeous?”

The call ended and Aelin audibly sighed.

Lysandra was definitely right.

She was smitten.

After getting through the worst of the afternoon traffic, Aelin was in the liquor store staring at a wall of IPAs having no idea what to choose, considering she wasn’t a fan.

She eventually settled on a twelve-pack with skeletons on the packaging and, after grabbing a bottle of white wine, was on her way to Rowan’s.

The closer she got the more nervous she was. She knew it was ridiculous but just couldn’t help it.

With the case of beer in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other, Aelin was ringing the doorbell.

And waiting.

It was Oliver who answered. “Miss Aelin!”

“Hey buddy,” she said, chuckling. “How’s it going?”

“Good!” He smiled, and waved for her to enter. “I’ve been waiting to show you my toys!”

“Not yet, buddy,” Rowan called from the kitchen. “Miss Aelin needs to come meet Uncle Lorcan and Aunt Elide.”

Oliver took the bottle of wine, which looked so much bigger in his tiny arms and took her free hand in his. He led her into the kitchen, where she was met with Rowan and a dark-haired man and woman. The man she’d seen before, sitting next to Rowan at the bar the night they’d met. His gaze had been as intimidating then as it was now, leaning against Rowan’s kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

The woman, however, had a kind face. She was petite, barely reaching the man’s chest, but she was smiling at Aelin, almost as broadly as Rowan was.

Aelin smiled as well, even more so as Rowan came to take the beer from her hands and the wine from Oliver. “Hi,” he whispered and kissed her cheek.

She blushed again. Damn it. “Hi.”

Before stashing the beer and wine in the fridge, he pulled one out and set it in front of Lorcan. “Aelin, this is Lorcan. Best friend since grade school, don’t ask him for embarrassing stories about me, because I know more about him.”

Lorcan scowled at Rowan, but picked up the beer and investigated it before giving an appreciative hum. He swigged from the beer and nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Aelin replied, with a little wave.

“And this is Elide Lochan,” Rowan introduced. “She has chosen to shackle herself to this asshole for life, all of her own free will.”

Aelin laughed quietly. “Nice to meet you both.”

Rowan was watching her which was nearly intimidating in itself. She almost asked for a glass of warm wine to ease the tension, mostly in herself. 

They all settled in the living room and Aelin gave Rowan’s house a good looking over as they did so. She had yet to go to Rowan’s house, had yet to see where he lived and explore the depths within. 

It was nice.

She could definitely tell that two men lived there, especially a little man who liked toys considering they were strung about all over the place.

“So, your Ollie’s teacher?” Elide asked, sitting in a chair across from the couch Aelin had plopped down on beside Rowan. 

Aelin nodded. “Such a smart kid. He already knows everything I introduce…and tells me as much.”

Rowan shot Oliver a look, who was currently building a Lego rendition of a creeper from Minecraft. The five-year-old was focused on his task and couldn’t be bothered by his father’s glare.

“He really is,” Elide went on. “He started talking before he was even three months old.”

Aelin looked to Rowan and asked, “What was his first word?”

His eyes flicked back to her from his son, but they’d darkened a bit. “Mama.”

“Ah,” she replied, clearing her throat.

“Thirty-five percent of babies say mama first,” Elide explained, in a voice that told Aelin this was not the first time this conversation had taken place.

“And fifty-two say dada first,” Lorcan sighed, and Aelin knew this conversation had taken place before. “And five years later, Whitethorn is still butt hurt he said Maeve’s name first.”

“I’m not butt hurt,” Rowan muttered, looking up at Lorcan. “Not that that stops you from constantly reminding me of it.” He looked at Aelin. “Did I mention he’s an ass?”

Aelin let out a breathy laugh as Elide said, “You both are, but you love each other nonetheless.”

The two women got down on the floor and started playing with Ollie while Rowan and Lorcan ordered their dinner from a little mom and pop place a couple miles away. 

“What do you do?” Aelin asked.

“I work with Rowan, actually,” she said. “I’m the secretary at the law firm. He’s the one that got me the job. We all went to school together.”

“How long have you been with Lorcan?” She asked.

Elide looked to the kitchen and her eyes softened when they landed on the giant brute of a man. “He was my highschool sweetheart. We started dating junior year and have been together ever since.”

Lorcan, sensing her eyes on him, met her gaze and gave her a little smile.

“That’s sweet,” Aelin replied, but her voice had taken on a sad tone as she thought of her own high school sweetheart. “Rowan said you two were engaged. Have you set a wedding date yet?”

She beamed. “Yeah, it’ll be this spring.”

Aelin silently wondered if she’d be there. She asked to distract herself from the thought. “Does Lorcan work at the law firm with you?” 

“Hel no,” the man himself replied as he walked back into the living room, a drink in each hand, Rowan right behind him. “I’m the one that brings this dumbass idiots to prosecute.”

“He spent so much time with the cops in his teens that he decided to become one,” Rowan added, handing Aelin a glass of wine.

“I was only arrested…once…” Lorcan said, tossing an arm around Elide’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, once a month from freshman year to junior year, when this one finally got you under control,” Rowan said, nodding at Elide.

Elide grinned.

“Uncle Lor has been to jail?” Oliver yelled, eyes wide, his hands stilled. 

Lorcan didn’t hesitate. “I used to be naughty. I didn’t have a good daddy like you do to keep me in line and teach me how to be nice.”

Aelin didn’t hear Oliver’s response. She was watching Elide, who gave Lorcan the softest look of pure adoration that it made her feel like she had interrupted an intimate moment. When her eyes shifted to Rowan, he was watching them both, too.

They carried on with their playful discussion until the delivery worker arrived with two bags full of boxed up food.

“Mind giving me a hand?” Rowan asked.

Aelin nodded, jumping to her feet and following him into the kitchen.

“They’re really nice,” Aelin said, once they were alone. “Even Lorcan.”

Rowan chuckled as he began pulling the boxes out of the bags and placing them on the counter. “Yeah, he rubs off on you.”

Aelin was opening to-go box lids and getting things ready to serve when she felt Rowan’s arms snake around her waist. His lips were on her neck a second later. “I like having you here.”

“In your kitchen?” Aelin asked, laughing quietly as she dumped a tub of mouth watering macaroni and cheese into a serving bowl.

“In my kitchen,” he murmured, kissing her neck again. “In my house. In my life.”

“I like it, too,” she admitted.

Rowan was quiet for a second, but his arms tightened around her. “The idea of Ollie doesn’t run you off?”

She turned in his arms until she was facing him, his hands pressed against her lower back. “It’s something I’m not used to, sure,” she admitted. “But I plan on having kids of my own one day. So…no, he doesn’t run me off.”

“Good,” Rowan breathed and leaned in to kiss her.

“We’re hungry, assholes, let’s go,” Lorcan called from the living room. They heard a smack, from Elide undoubtedly, but then Oliver said, “That’s a bad word, Uncle Lor.”

Shaking his head, Rowan released Aelin and continued getting the boxes opened and ready.

Dinner was amazing, the conversation had never been a struggle, even if Lorcan was a condescending bastard sometimes. It was clear Ollie loved him though, and he even convinced the man to give him a popsicle when his dad wasn’t looking. After the sugar wore off, he crashed on the living room rug, one hand still on his GameBoy. Aelin volunteered to take him up to his bed and lay him down, and as soon as she carried him up the stairs, Rowan found his friends’ eyes on him. “What?”

Lorcan only smirked, but Elide said, “You really like her, huh?”

He sighed and nodded. “I haven’t cared about someone this much since…Lyria.”

It wasn’t often that Rowan mentioned his former girlfriend’s name, especially not after Maeve made her distaste for her known.

Elide only smiled softly and said, “It’s only been a few weeks. Take things slow, yeah? You’ve got Ollie to think about, too.”

He nodded. He knew that. He was about tell her as much when there was a knock on his front door.

He, Lorcan and Elide all stilled.

Lorcan asked, “You didn’t order dessert, did you?”

“No,” he said, slowly, standing. Heading for his front door, he could tell through the frosted designs on the glass exactly who stood on the other side.

He opened the door, sighing. “What are you doing here, Maeve?”

She stood on his front porch, arms crossed. “Ollie left this in my backseat when I picked him up today.” She held out his blanket.

He took it and said, “Thanks, you could have told me you were coming over. I have company.”

“I did,” she replied, coldly. “I texted you. And I see that.” She eyed Lorcan’s Camaro in his driveway and Aelin’s little blue car behind it. Her eyes narrowed on Aelin’s car. “I didn’t know Elide got a new car.”

Rowan looked behind him and before he could step out onto the porch and shut the door behind him, Maeve pushed past him and stepped inside.

“The hell are you doing?” Rowan asked, grabbing her hand and pulling her back into the foyer before she could step into the living room. “You weren’t invited in, you can’t just walk into my house.”

“Just wanted to say hi to Lorcan and Elide,” Maeve crooned, the light in her eye letting Rowan know that he knew full well what she was doing. “They love me. Besides, Oliver needs his blanket to go to sleep, and I know he’s still up-.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie. Lorcan despises you,” Rowan said, his voice low. “And Ollie’s already sleeping, so that only shows that you know nothing. You need to go.”

“It’s almost like you’re trying to hide something from me,” Maeve replied. “Or someone.”

“I’m going to ask you one last time, nicely, to leave,” Rowan said, his jaw set. 

Maeve snatched her hand away from him, her smile wicked as she shook her head. “I’m going to pick him up in the morning for mommy-son date day at the zoo. Have him ready by ten.”

“You get him next weekend,” Rowan grumbled. “You can go then-.” 

“Cairn is out of town next weekend-.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Rowan snapped, his voice turning to a growl. “Cairn doesn’t need to see my son. Get out of my house before I-.”

“Before you what?” she asked, running the tips of her fingers down his cheek. He jerked away. “Lay your hands on me?”

“Before I go get the cop that’s in the other room to take you down to the station for trespassing,” Rowan shot back.

The two of them stared at each other for a minute, Rowan’s pissed off expression offsetting Maeve’s cruel seduction. 

Rowan prayed Aelin wouldn’t come down the stairs until he could get Maeve out of his house. It wasn’t that he wanted to hide her from Maeve. It was that he hadn’t figured out how to tell his ex-wife that he was dating their son’s teacher.

Were they dating? Or were the just having sex?

Aelin had mentioned kids earlier, so that meant she saw a future with him, right?

He was thinking way too into everything at that moment when really, what he needed to focus on, what getting Maeve out of his house.

“Is there a problem in there?” Lorcan asked, closer than he’d been when Rowan had left the living room. He waved him off and turned back to his ex.

“Oliver and I have plans tomorrow. You will see him on Monday when you pick him up from school,” Rowan said, opening the door wider. “Now get out.”

Maeve narrowed her eyes. “Have fun with your new little girlfriend. I can’t wait to meet her.”

The smile on her face as she left sent ice down Rowan’s spine.

Rowan shut the door behind her and locked it out of good measure, out of habit. Lorcan was silent behind him, and Rowan’s hand lingered on the lock for a minute before his hand dropped. 

“I know I tell Oliver that it’s wrong to hate people,” Rowan began, quietly, “but, I hate her.”

“Me too,” Lorcan agreed, and sighed. “You know, we can make it so that every time she comes here without your permission, she gets arrested.”

“I know how the law works,” Rowan snapped.

Lorcan wasn’t offended. He knew it wasn’t directed at him.

“Sorry,” Rowan said, anyway. “I just… I don’t want her around Aelin. We know what she’s capable of.”

“Aelin seems like someone who can take care of herself,” Lorcan said. For him, it was the highest of compliments.

“But she shouldn’t have to,” Rowan said.

“Have to what?”

Rowan spun around to find Aelin at the top of the stairs, slowly walking down, a crease between her brows. Lorcan took it as his hint to leave.

“Take care of myself?” Aelin followed. “Because I can.” When she reached the bottom of the stairs and Rowan still hadn’t said a thing, she asked, “What happened? I heard voices.”

“Maeve came by,” Rowan said. There was no point in lying. He didn’t want to lie. 

“And?” Aelin asked, but her voice was soft as she stopped in front of Rowan.

“I know we just started dating,” Rowan said. “But, I really like you. I want you to know that.” “Dating?” Aelin asked, a soft smile on her lips. “Is that what we’re doing?”

“I hope so,” Rowan said, and took her hand. “And when you’re dating me, Aelin, I have some skeletons in my closet.”

“Like Maeve?” Aelin pushed.

Rowan nodded and looked down at their clasped hands. “She’s not a good person, Aelin. I mean, she’s a decent enough mom, but…she’s not a good person.”

She was chewing on her bottom lip, but nodded. “I get it. My…foster dad was similar. Manipulative, always making me feel like shit, but… He took care of me after my parents died.”

Rowan didn’t say anything about the heartbreaking kernel of herself she’d just revealed to him, a pain, too, he knew all too well.

“I can take care of myself,” she repeated, resting her hands on his chest. “But it means a lot to know that you want to take care of me.”

He smiled and said, “I’d be an idiot not to. Someone else could come along and try to sweep you off your feet.”

Aelin rolled her eyes but laughed, her head falling back as she did so. Rowan watched and suddenly wished that Lorcan and Elide, although he loved them both, would make themselves scarce so that he could do with her what he willed. 

“Should we get back to the others?” Aelin asked, nodding her head toward the living room. “It is supposed to be game night, after all.”

“Yeah,” Rowan breathed, and pulled her into him to kiss her, quickly, just once.

They melted into that kiss for a moment, though, but when they pulled apart they rejoined Elide and Lorcan for a night of laughter, drinks, and games that they eventually became too drunk to play correctly. Rowan wouldn’t let Maeve ruin his night.

Even if her words did linger in the back of his mind for hours after she was long gone.