#thank you dor for catching that last one

[taydude]

My friend finished Hi-Fi Rush

[obsessedwithegos]

BTHB: Self Loathing with Ellis

CWs: Team whump, Past Major character death, Self loathing, Self blaming, Hidden injury, Whumpee turned caretaker, Caretaker turned whumpee, Lady whumpee/caretaker, Post rescue, Emotional whump/Angst, Repetition of the word ‘Safe’

Notes: Canon! This is primarily caretaking and recovery stuff! Bc recovery and healing isn’t always linear and always positive, sometimes there’s dips where things are rough! And I really wanted to show that! Ellis and Harmonia (and Cade) aren’t in a relationship at this point but a lot of their mannerisms may seem like they are! Harmonia, angel: she/her Cade, werewolf: he/him but doesn't mind others Ester, griffin: she/her, they/them Ellis, cervitaur: he/him, they/them, she/her (he/him is used for this) Dor, vampire satyr: they/them, it/its

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Sound off!” Ellis shouts, attempting to catch his breath.

“Still kicking!” Dor yelled first.

Then Ester. “Good here!”

“Sounding off! Sounds pretty good!” Cade humored.

And finally, “I’m safe!” Harmonia called. 

The team was all big smiles as Ester goes over to high five Harmonia “You better be after all of that!”

“Yeah! But did you see that sick move she did with her wings?!” Cade laughed, going to briefly pick the angel up in a hug.

“I’m surprised that it didn't hurt, sounded like the asshole had a hard head.” Dor joked.

Harmonia laughed. “It did hurt a bit but I’m fine!”

She’s fine. She’s safe.

“All thanks to this big guy!” The satyr notes, reaching up to pat Ellis’s side. 

Pain shot up his side as their hand made contact with the wound under his jacket.

“Uhh.. Ellis?”

Was it getting harder to breathe or could he just not catch his breath?

“Hey guys?” He could see them raise their hand up to show the rest of the team the blood on their hand. His blood.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. Harmonia’s safe, we should-” He couldn’t finish his sentence as the world started to spin and he struggled to keep his hooves under him.

“SHIT- I GOT HIM!” 

Then the world was black.

~~

He had never forgiven himself for that day. The day Harmonia died for the second time, what should have been her last time. 

He was the one that had planned for them to scope out the area that day. He was the one that told her to get a sky view, when they didn’t even know about who the people inside were other than the victim. 

It was his idea for just him and her to go without the rest of the team.

Because of that, she was caught and gravely injured. Because of that he couldn’t help her because he didn’t have the extra hands he desperately needed to try to tend to her wounds. Because of his choices, she died in his arms.

It was a miracle that she was given a third chance at life. A miracle so rare, that he wanted to do everything and anything possible to keep her safe.

And he failed at that. She was captured while trying to get information, per his request.

“Ellis?” Harmonia’s voice gently called. 

But she’s safe now. He’s done everything so wrong, but she’s safe now.

“Ellis? Are you waking up?”

Ellis’s eyes slowly opened as he started to feel that he was laying on something slightly soft but decently stiff, likely it was his bed. A dull pain radiated from his side, but it was tolerable.

Looking around a bit would verify that he was in his room, but soon his eyes would land on a familiar pink haired angel.

“You’re safe..” He muttered, almost as if in disbelief as he reached up to her face.

Harmonia gently grabs his cold metal hand. “Yeah, I am. Why didn’t you tell us you got hit?”

“I wanted to make sure you were safe first.” 

“But I was, and you still tried to say you were fine. Then you ended up passing out.” She rests her face in his hand. “Ellis, you can talk to me, it’s alright.”

“I…” He hesitated “..Was scared.” The admission came out quietly.

“Of what? We had everything covered and we kicked ass. What scared you?”

“It could’ve ended up like last time.” He says, letting go of her to run his hand through his hair. “You got captured as a result of my request. If I hadn’t sent you out, you wouldn’t have been captured, at risk, or in danger at all. Before I sent you out, you were safe, you should have stayed safe.”

Harmonia was silent for a moment. “What do you mean by last time?”

“The last time I sent you out by yourself for anything, I got you killed.” His voice cracked as he struggled to fight back tears. “It was my idea, my command, my mission. And you suffered as a result!”

“I failed you! I shouldn’t have asked you to come with me! I sent you into danger without thinking of the possible outcomes! I didn’t even ask anyone else to come with us! I couldn’t get you back in time! I couldn't even be fast enough to try to help you..” His voice breaks as tears stream down his face and sobs and trembles wrack his body. “I couldn’t save you..”

“Its- my fault.. That you died.” He sobbed.

“Ellis.. It’s alright now-”

“It’s not! It’s not alright, Harmonia!” He cuts her off, sitting up despite the pain in his side. “I was reckless! That recklessness got you killed! It’s because of me that you got stuck in purgatory! That you got stuck with Death! It’s because of me that she was able to hurt you! It’s because of me that the Ladies Lucks were able to treat you like- Like some messed up puppet!!!” He couldn’t stop himself from crying, he couldn’t stop the pain and guilt in his chest.

“It’s my fault- because I’m such- a bad leader…” If there was any way he was holding himself together, it was now long gone as he let himself sob and buried his face into his hands.

She stared at him for a moment before sighing. “You’re not a bad leader Ellis, you didn’t purposefully cause any of that.” She attempts to reassure him.

“But if I didn’t-” 

“Then someone else would’ve.” It was her turn to cut him off. “Either you would’ve gone on the mission by yourself and gotten killed or captured, or our bosses would’ve sent someone else out. Then they probably would’ve been killed or captured.” Logic was usually the best way to try to get him out of these mindsets.

“Being captured is part of the job, we go through training specifically for it. And we all accept that death is a very possible risk as well. It’s not your fault, it’s part of the job.” She explained before placing her hand on one of his knees. “If you want, I can put in a request for a week off. How does that sound?” 

Ellis hesitated for a moment before nodding “If it wouldn’t be any trouble..” He says, laying back down as the pain in his side was radiating to his back and making that pain even worse. Harmonia shakes her head as she stands up. “It won’t be any trouble. I’ll go contact them now so I can request it as recovery from capture. I’ll be back in a bit okay?” 

He nods, exhaustion starting to take over.

She turns to leave but pauses in the doorway. “Ellis?”

“Hm?”

“You’re not a bad person, or a bad leader. Alright?”

“Hm.” If only he could believe it.

After all, how could someone believe they’re a good person if they constantly risk sending their friends to their death? What kind of good leader fails at keeping his small team safe?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

General: @emmettnet @thebluejayswhump

BTHB: @badthingshappenbingo

[shyvioletcat]

For zoom interrupted could we have one where aelin is attending a meeting and Rowan is supposed to take care of Elspeth and well hell ensures

Well, I don’t know where this came from. But it’s here and it’s fluffy, so enjoy.

Zoom Interrupted

~~~~~

It was Rowan’s turn for ‘keeping the toddler out of the study’ today. Aelin had a meeting and they weren’t as accepting of interruptions as his colleagues were. Dorian didn’t mind, neither did Aedion, but a lot of the others had sticks up their asses and didn’t understand kids at all. At least with Dorian as her directing manager, Aelin wasn’t going to cop any flack for it if something happened. He just listened to the complaints, reminded those complaining of the situations they were in, and left it at that.

The only problem was that Elspeth had woken up today feeling like Aelin was the only person that existed in the whole entire world. She wouldn’t have a bar of him. Rowan had tried everything –– snacks, her favourite toys, cuddles, video chatting the grandparents. Nothing worked. The best he could manage was cartoons and being regulated to the opposite of the couch after she had pulled just about every possession she had into the living room and left it there. Even then she was still restless and whiny, every so often she whimpered a little. It was enough to break his heart.

Rowan was checking his phone ignoring the annoyingly high voices on the TV, when there was a loud clatter making him snap his eyes away from the screen. The remote had landed on the floor, the batteries spilling out.

“Elsie,” Rowan said sternly.

It was a mistake. Her green eyes went wide and started to fill with tears. Rowan sighed, he knew what was coming so he slipped off the couch to deal with the remote before it did. He’d just got the batteries in and the back on when Elsie cracked it, crying like her world was ending when all he’d done was say her name in a slightly lower octave than he usually used. Kneeling on the ground Rowan looked over at his daughter, who was now lying down on the couch, her little face heartbreakingly sad.

“I’m sorry, little one,” Rowan said gently. “But you can't throw the remote, it will––”

She didn’t let him finish.

Rowan sighed again, knowing this was a losing fight. “Do you––” more crying, “I can get you a chocolate milk, how about that?”

That caught his daughter’s attention and her crying stopped as she nodded at him. Rowan smiled triumphantly and pushed himself off the floor to go to the kitchen. He got out Elsie’s favourite sippy cup and the milk and the chocolate powder. Spooning in just enough that the milk was convincingly brown, Rowan screwed on the lid and went back to the living room.

“Elsie, here’s your…” Rowan’s voice trailed off when he took in the oddly quiet couch.

Elspeth was gone.

~~~~~

Aelin loved babies. And she loved making babies. It was just the in between bits she wasn’t too fond of. If the vomiting and near constant nausea, along with the fatigue, wasn’t bad enough there was also the fact she was shut in their little house with nowhere to go. Aelin understood why she couldn’t go out, she really did. But being stuck inside with a toddler and her husband with no one else to see face to face was driving her a little stir crazy.

At least today she had something to break up the monotony of the days. She had a meeting for work, meaning that she had to at least look somewhat presentable, giving her something to do and a reason to wash her hair. The hard part had been convincing Elspeth to play with her father for a while. She’d been extra clingy today and Aelin had to literally pry off the little hand that held her shirt in a vice grip. Throughout the meeting she’d heard muffled sounds of tantrums and Rowan’s efforts to placate their daughter, all in all it didn’t sound like it was going great.

And neither was Aelin. She’d zoned out a little while ago while Kaltain droned on about something that wasn’t relevant to Aelin so she put all her attention to keeping her breakfast in her stomach.

Then there was a silence and Aelin hoped that the meeting was over but then her name was being said, and from the tone of it, it wasn’t the first time.

“Aelin,” Dorian said.

She took in a deep breath, not quite exhaling as she said, “Yep.”

“Have you finished that manuscript?”

“Not yet,” Aelin managed to get out, swallowing back the nausea. It usually took Aelin no more than three days to finish a manuscript with her notes for the publishers. But she was more than a week behind on this one. It wasn’t her fault, every time she tried to read she just fell asleep.

“It was meant to be finished last Friday. I don’t think you’ve ever been late before,” Dorian mused.

Aedion snorts from his little rectangle. “Being late is kind of Aelin’s thing at the moment.”

Aelin sends her cousin a scathing look while Dorian looks confused.

“Well that’s it for today,” Dorian said. “Same time next week.”

“Before you go,” Aelin adds quickly before the call ends. “I need a minute with you Dorian.”

“Okay, I’ll just disconnect everyone else.” It took Dorian a minute but then it was just the two of them. “What’s up?”

Just then the door to the study swung open and then a small figure launched itself at Aelin. She gagged on impact, but managed to keep from actually throwing up.

“Elsie!” Dorian cheered. “How’s my favourite little gremlin?”

Aelin saw her daughter give Dorian a look on the screen that looked all too much like Rowan as she clung tighter to Aelin.

“Aw, what’s the matter, petal? Do you want to see the puppies?” Dorian asked.

Elsie nodded at that, wiping her nose on Aelin’s shoulder. Dorian’s dog had had puppies a few weeks ago, Aelin was a little jealous and had cried over the photos more than once. Dorian apparently had one on his lap and he lifted it up so they could see. Aelin’s eyes started to tear up immediately and the fluffy little things. It was enough to get Elsie’s attention and she moved forward, nearly knocking over a drink bottle, making Aelin jump up to catch it before it did some damage.

“Aelin Galathynius-Whitethorn, is that what I think it is?”

Aelin looked at her own screen, at the view Dorian had. The shirt she had worn today hugged her very small baby bump, all the more noticeable from the sideways angle she was standing at. Aelin readjusted Elsie who was currently tucked under her arm, and sat back down. “Yeah so… I’m going to have to put in for leave. I’m pregnant.”

“Again?” Dorian all but blurted.

“Hey,” Aelin pointed a finger at him, feeling irrationally angry. “What do you mean again? It’s only the second one.”

“Sorry,” Dorian said meekly.

“Well, you say it like it’s my fourth or something.” For some reason this conversation was now making her cry. Damned hormones.

“Did you just make my pregnant wife cry?”

Rowan now came into the study, no doubt looking for his escaped charge. He was scowling at Dorian, green eyes staring him down through the camera.

Dorian cleared his throat. “If we weren’t in lockdown I might be afraid for my life right now.”

“Lockdown won’t last forever,” Rowan threatened. “And I never forget.”

“Unless it’s contraceptives,” Dorian muttered.

That set Aelin cackling, her erratic emotions coming full circle, especially when she saw the faint blush on Rowan’s cheeks. Elsie started laughing too, cheered up by being in her mother’s arms and the little puppy.

Dorian sighed. “I hate to lose my best proofreader, again,” he added with a wry smile. “But congratulations. To all of you.”

“Thanks, Dor,” Aelin said, giving Rowan a nudge.

“Thanks,” Rowan said tightly, making Aelin roll her eyes.

“Okay, I’m gonna go before Rowan finds a way to murder me through a screen, we can work out deatils later.” That was all Dorian said before he ended the call.

“You’re the worst,” Aelin said, looking up at her husband.

Rowan sighed, “Sorry, I’m just tired.”

“How convenient, me too,” Aelin said. “How about we take a family nap?”

Rowan grinned at her as he helped her up from the chair while Elsie still clung to her. “Sounds perfect.”

~~~~~

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[theladyofdeath]

Heels {Rowaelin}

The prompt: walks in front of their crush in stripper heals and a short skirt because they want their attention

Rowan x Aelin os

Written with @snelbz​

There was no way this could be a good idea.

Aelin was sitting on her bed, watching as Lysandra flicked through her closet. She had told her that tonight was the night and had recruited her to help her do what she considered nearly impossible.

She was going to get the attention of Rowan Whitethorn.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know she existed, it was quite the opposite. He was one of her friends, having met during orientation week their freshman year, and as their group grew, so did their friendship. But after three and a half years, she had very solidly gotten her stuck as just that: his friend.

“You’re wasting your time,” Aelin crooned, flipping through the timeline on her phone. 

“Bullshit,” Lysandra muttered, flipping through the clothes in her closet. “You need to feel confident, Aelin. Rowan is obsessed with you, and you’re obsessed with him. This whole thing is ridiculous.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, but remained quiet. 

“How about this?” Lysandra asked, pulling out a denim mini skirt and black halter cropped top. As Aelin was about to reply, Lysandra said, “Say nothing. Put it on.”

With a roll of her eyes, yet again, Aelin did as much. Once she had the skirt and top on, she looked in the mirror. 

And she looked hot as hell.

“Shoes?” Aelin asked, despite herself. 

“Oh, I have the perfect heels,” Lysandra said, fleeing from the room. She came back a moment later with a pair of black stilettos that were Aelin’s  size. 

Scoffing, Aelin held them up. “I’m going to break my neck.”

Lysandra snorted and flounced back into the bathroom where she continued to straighten her hair. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Fine,” Aelin amended. “I’m going to break my ankle.” She set the shoes on her bed and joined Lysandra in the bathroom to finish getting ready.

She let Lysandra curl her hair, but drew the line when she offered to do her makeup. They had very different styles when it came to that and while Lysandra looked drop dead gorgeous with her cat-eye liner and ruby red lips, Aelin would never be able to pull it off.

“Where is this party even at?” Lysandra asked, pulling her hair back into a stylish ponytail.

“Lorcan’s.” Aelin was trying to keep her hand steady as she applied the thin line of liquid eyeliner to her upper lid. “I think Elide convinced him to throw it.”

Lysandra snorted, applying her mascara.  “Sounds right. Lorcan isn’t exactly the host-type.”

Aelin grinned, tossing her eyeliner in her makeup bag. “Alright, hurry up. I want to make my entrance.”

With a roll of her eyes, Lysandra took one last look in the mirror and declared herself ready and they were off.

Lorcan’s apartment was just on the edge of campus, so the two girls walked and earned the eager glances of many as they did so.

Aelin took it as a good sign.

“Will Aedion be here tonight?” Lysandra asked, shooting a glance over at Aelin.

She groaned. “Probably.” She still couldn’t believe that her roommate actually had the hots for her cousin. He was practically her brother and the thought of him in any sort of compromising position made her want to gag. “If you hook up with him tonight, please do it at his place. I can’t afford therapy on my barista’s salary.”

“Trust me,” Lysandra said, adjusting her ponytail as they approached the steps to Lorcan’s. “I plan on giving you complete privacy at the apartment tonight. And you better take advantage of it.”

Butterflies grew in the pit of Aelin’s stomach. 

She planned to, hoped to, wanted to…but, she had to catch Rowan’s eye first - something that made her nerves go haywire. 

Lysandra must have caught it, because they stopped outside of Lorcan’s door and Lysandra made Aelin face her. 

“You look gorgeous,” she said, and brushed Aelin’s hair back. “He’d be an idiot not to come after you.”

That was the goal, after all. Aelin was not going to be the one doing the chasing. She wanted Rowan to see her, want her, not be able to take his eyes off of her. She knew he’d be here, the party was at his best friend’s apartment, knew that everyone from their friend group would show up. Yet she was absolutely fucking terrified he’d see her and have zero reaction.

She played it off with a joke though. Scoffing, she tossed her hair over a shoulder. “He’d better. I didn’t book an emergency appointment with my waxer for nothing.”

If Lysandra noticed the fake bravado — which she absolutely did, she and Aelin had become as close as sisters over the past three years — she didn’t call her out on it. Instead, she smirked, smacked Aelin on the ass, and said, “Then let’s go get your man.”

The music could be heard from a block away, and when they opened the front door, the apartment was already packed.

People definitely noticed them come in, though, including Elide who was running towards them, a drink in hand. “It’s about time you two showed up!”

“The host himself isn’t here to greet us?” Aelin mocked, giving Elide a hug.

Elide chuckled as she rolled her eyes. “He’s been out on the balcony for about a half hour, avoiding all human interaction.”

“Sounds about right,” Lysandra replied, rolling her eyes, but then she began looking around the spacious townhouse Lorcan and Elide shared. “You haven’t seen Aedion tonight, have you?”

Elide gave Aelin a knowing glance, but said, “Last I saw, he was playing beer pong with Fenrys. Don’t know who the poor bastards getting their asses handed to them were, but they’re probably still in the kitchen.”

Lysandra gave Aelin a wink. “Good luck.” And then she was gone, lost in the bodies dancing to the music.

Her part in tonight was done, to help Aelin get Rowan’s attention. It was all up to Aelin now, so Lysandra was free to find someone to occupy her own time. Even if the thought of who she’d be with made Aelin want to shudder.

Alone with Aelin, or as close to it as they could be, Elide let out a low whistle as she finally took in Aelin’s outfit. “I have a feeling that outfit isn’t just to impress me.”

“Does that mean you’re not impressed?” Aelin asked, pretending to pout. 

Elide looped her arm through Aelin’s and led her to the bar. “I’m always impressed, but I don’t think you care so much about my opinion, do you?”

Aelin snorted as she began to look around, but Elide saved her the struggle.

“He’s on the patio with Lor,” Elide said, simply. “Don’t worry. I’ll drag his ass back in here soon and Rowan will follow.”

Elide poured them both a shot, which Aelin gladly took and even asked for another. But when Manon and Asterin Blackbeak showed up, she waved Elide off to go greet her friends, and leaned against the bar, debating on a third shot.

She wasn’t trying to get shitty tonight, just a little messy, but her nerves were beginning to grow again.

Just as she decided to say fuck it, and get another shot, and heard a whistle from behind her. She turned and found Dorian Havilliard staring at her legs.

Or maybe he was staring at her ass.

They had messed around her freshman year, when his dorm room was just down the hall from hers, but it had never been anything more than that between them, and they agreed that they were better as friends. It didn’t mean they didn’t have fun though.

She smirked as she tossed the glass back and set it down on the bar top, before turning to him. “See anything you like?”

“I see quite a few things I like,” he said, raising his drink in salute. “Then again, only a fourth of your skin is covered, so there’s a lot to look at.”

Aelin laughed, quietly, and clinked her empty shot glass against his full bottle. “Gotta show off what the gods gave me.”

“As you should,” he agreed with a wink. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

“Well, it is school, and I actually study,” Aelin said, turning to refill her shot glass.

Dorian had the audacity to look offended. “Hey, I study, too.”

Aelin laughed as she turned back around. “Reading a bunch of books that have nothing to do with any of your classes doesn’t count as studying, Dor.”

“But they’re so much more interesting,” he replied, chuckling as he thought of the boring curriculum he studied for his pre-law degree.

Aelin rolled her eyes as she tossed back the shot and set it behind the bar. Four shots was enough. She’d be fun, she’d be confident, but she wasn’t tipsy enough to make an ass of herself.

Yet.

“I assume all of this skin isn’t for me, so who are you trying to impress?” Dorian asked, and then added, with a wink, “Chaol?”

Huffing a laugh, Aelin shook her head. “Absolutely not. That ended in a disaster and I’m not inclined to repeat it.”

The sliding glass door opened and Aelin’s eyes snapped to the door, before she quickly turned away before Lorcan and Rowan stepped inside.

“Oh,” Dorian chuckled, softly. “Whitethorn then.”

It wasn’t a question.

He had moved imperceptibly closer and she knew how it would look to Rowan. For whatever reason, she decided she wanted him to be jealous she was talking to another guy.

Even if she had no idea whether or not he’d even noticed her.

“Is this who I am now?” Dorian asked, quietly, leaning into her ear, fully aware that it looked like he was coming onto her. “Your super hot wingman?”

Aelin snorted, and didn’t bother moving away. “My overly cocky wingman, maybe.”

Dorian huffed a laugh. “I still take it as a compliment.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be flirting up Manon instead of fake flirting with me?” Aelin whispered, quietly. She glanced at Rowan, who was filling up a red solo cup.

“I like to make Manon wait,” Dorian said, running a finger up Aelin’s forearm. “She gets jealous, too, and it makes things so much more exciting in the bedroom.”

“Thanks for the image, Dor,” Aelin said, pushing away the need to roll her eyes and flick him in the nose.

He and Manon weren’t exclusively in a relationship, but everyone knew they hooked up with each other, and only each other. But, again, totally not exclusive.

“Besides,” Dorian mused, his finger skimming Aelin’s arm. “She’s busy doing body shots with Asterin. I’ll enjoy her later.”

Aelin snorted, reaching behind the bar and pulling an ice cold beer from the open cooler. She handed it to him and he opened it for her, flicking the cap in the air as if it were a coin.

He let it fall to the bar top as he leaned in to whisper in her ear one last time. “Pretty sure that’s my cue.”

She followed his gaze across the room, and found Rowan looking at her. Watching her and Dorian both.

“Have fun,” he added, before sauntering off towards the kitchen.

Rowan watched Dorian walk away to the other side of the room where he sat to watch Aedion and Fenrys continue to dominate in beer pong.

When Rowan’s eyes trailed back to Aelin, she was already watching him, a slightly-forced mischievous smile on her lips.

On the inside, she felt like she was going to puke.

He made his way across the room, pausing in front of her and slipped his free hand into his pocket. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” she said, and she wasn’t sure why it sounded so breathless.

“I didn’t see you get here,” he said, taking a sip of his beer.

She did the same, fighting the urge to toss her hair over a shoulder. “You were outside.” She realized that told him she was keeping tabs on him and she quickly added. “I mean, Elide told me Lorcan was outside, so I assumed you had to be with him.”

He smirked. “Right. Well, I was. It’s a little crowded in here.” She nodded, but he went on. “However, seems like you didn’t mind when Havilliard was over here with you. Not too crowded for you, then, huh?” 

Aelin slowly lifted a golden brow. If Rowan wanted to play, she would play. “Not crowded enough for someone to be blocking your view of me with Dorian, apparently.”

A light lit up Rowan’s green eyes as his jaw twitched, suppressing a grin. “I can always count on you to manipulate my words and their meaning, Galathynius.”

Aelin’s grin was wide. “Someone has to keep you in your place, Whitethorn.” 

“And is that you?” He asked, voice low as he took a drink from his cup. “The person that’s going to keep me in my place?”

Aelin’s eyes glittered as she took another drink. It was always easy with Rowan. They could talk for hours, that witty banter, back and forth. But, that’s all that had ever happened between them: simple conversation. 

From the way she caught him watching her legs as she took a drink, though, she thought tonight may just end up as she planned.

A hell of a lot more than simple conversation.

“Want to dance?” She asked.

His eyes slowly slid up her body to meet her gaze. “You know I don’t dance, Ace.”

She took a long, slow drink from her bottle. “Not even with me?”

“Not with anyone,” he said, crossing his arms and resting a hip against the bar.

It was a miracle no one had interrupted them, but the bulk of the drinks had been set up in the kitchen.

“That’s a shame,” Aelin sighed, finishing off her beer and tossing the empty bottle in the trash can. “I would love to dance, but I don’t have anyone to dance with.”

Rowan said, “I’m sure you can find someone, especially with how you’re dressed tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “And how is that?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look drop dead fucking sexy,” he replied, without missing a beat. “I just don’t get why.”

“What do you mean?” Aelin asked.

“Why try so hard?” He asked, head cocked to the side. “Who are you trying to impress?”

Cocky bastard. She could see it in his eyes, he knew what he was doing and she hated him for it.

Hated that she loved it, anyway.

“What need would I have to impress anyone?” Aelin asked, chin raised. “I think I’m naturally perfect in every way.”

Rowan chuckled. “Then you should’ve come in your sweatpants and a tank top.”

Aelin rose a brow.

Rowan shrugged. “I think that’s when you’re sexiest.”

With that, with his cup pressed to his lips, he turned and walked away.

Aelin blinked after him, not sure she was sure she heard him right. He made his way through the people and headed back to the door leading out onto the balcony, stopping to say something to Lorcan. He waved him off and then Rowan was slipping back outside, while Aelin just started after him.

She pushed her way through the crowd, which was easier said than done when you weren’t a six-foot-four giant who mildly scared the shit out of everyone by scowling at them, but she eventually made it to the door. Sliding it open, she stepped out into the balmy night air.

“You can’t say shit like that and then just disappear,” Aelin said, finding him exactly how she’d expected to.

Rowan was leaned against the wall, the sole of one booted foot pressed against it as well. A lit cigarette dangled from his fingers. She gave him shit about smoking all the time, but knew he only did it when he drank.

Or when he had something on his mind.

He held the cigarette out to her, but she gave him a look. “You know better than to offer me that.”

Rowan just grinned and put it back between his lips. “You’re missing the party.” 

“What did you mean?” Aelin asked, standing opposite of him, leaning against the railing. 

“When?” he asked, looking up at the sky.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rowan,” she snapped, and it got his attention. 

Blowing a puff of smoke into the cool night air, he met her gaze and slowly shook his head. He gestured to her outfit, to the heels that were making her feet ache. “What is this?”

“They’re clothes,” she said. “For a party.”

“They’re Lysandra’s,” he replied, simply. 

“I can’t wear my roommate’s clothes?” Aelin scoffed. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight-.”

“Why can’t you just admit that you’re just trying to impress someone?” he interrupted, watching her, that light in his eye fading. “You’ve never been not-confident a day in your life. Whoever it is that you’re trying to impress, he obviously isn’t worth it if it causes you to be someone you’re not.”

Aelin looked down at the cropped halter top, the skirt that hardly reached her thighs, the heels that she was certain would cause blisters. “This is someone I’m not?”

Rowan slowly shook his head. “Last time we went out, you wore that little golden slip dress….” He shook his head, reminiscing on the memory. “That was you. You wore sneakers and you were still barefoot halfway through the night, dancing on the patio. What you’re wearing now - yeah, you look gorgeous - but I can tell you’re not comfortable in it.” 

“If I’m trying to get someone’s attention, maybe my usual isn’t best. Especially if it pushes me out of my comfort zone,” she snapped back, her hands on her hips. “And why is it such a problem if I’m trying to impress someone? Dorian was impressed.”

“Dorian doesn’t drool all over you like a dog in heat,” he replied. “He respects you, regardless of what you’re wearing, how much skin you’re showing off. But if you’re trying to impress some D bag who will only notice you if you’re dressed like that, you might want to reconsider.”

“And what if I was trying to impress you?” She asked, getting in his face, cigarette smoke and whiskey breath be damned. “What if I was trying to get your attention, Rowan?”

His jaw locked and his eyes searched hers, as if he was trying to find the underlying meaning in what she was saying, even if there wasn’t one. 

“Then you’d be wasting your time,” he said, at last.

It felt like a knife had been shoved into Aelin’s ribs with every word that had come out of his mouth. Begging herself not to cry in front of him, she went to take a step away, but Rowan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him.

Their chests were nearly touching, and his hand trailed from her wrist, into her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers.

He took the cigarette from his lips and said, “You’d be wasting your time because you impress me every time that I’m around you.”

“You never act like it,” she breathed, shaking her head. “You never do anything, and you’ve never tried to make a move. What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

He flicked the cigarette over the rail and let go of her hand, only to frame her face with both of his. “This.”

And then his lips were on hers, and Aelin didn’t care that she could taste residual smoke or stale beer. She knew she didn’t taste much better. All that mattered was that Rowan was kissing her and his hands were on her face and hers were tangled up in his shirt. His tongue slid against hers and she had to fight to stop the moan that threatened to slip out of her.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. “That,” he said, breathlessly. “That is what you should have done to get my attention.”

Aelin swallowed, harshly. “Do it again.”

Rowan didn’t have to be convinced. His hands slid down her back as he brought his mouth to hers, and he pulled her body uptight against his. They stayed out there for a long time, for hours, uninterrupted. 

At one point, she saw Dorian come by and lock the balcony door, so everyone else would get the hint to stay the hell away.

Wingman of the year.

They stayed on the balcony, kissing and laughing and kissing some more, until the party wound down. Around two, Lorcan let them inside, and Aelin pulled Rowan out of the apartment and across campus to her own. 

True to Lysandra’s word, she was nowhere to be found.

The second Aelin stepped into her apartment, she kicked off her heels and was swept into Rowan’s arms. He carried her into her bedroom, where he stripped her down, out of her roommate’s clothes.

Rowan Whitethorn saw all of her.

She had his full attention. 

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Yours All Along

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mention of smut, Angst and Heartbreak

Summary: After a heart-shattering break up, you and Chris are reunited at a mutual friend’s wedding.

A/N: Shout out to @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl​ for helping me finish this and for helping me with a title! Please, check out her blog she has some amazing series!

The day he decided he wanted to break up was one of the worst days of your life.

You knew the reason, a woman.

Although he didn’t say it, you knew. You saw the way he looked at his co-star, she was exactly his type.

At least he had the balls to break up with you instead of going behind your back and cheating on you.

But that didn’t ease the pain. 

You felt like a burnt down house, for weeks you cried and blamed yourself for not being pretty enough, funny enough. All of your insecurities came back to haunt you and you were left alone, in the ashes.

What once was your happy place, now haunted you. The memories, the pictures. He threw away three years for a woman.

You were planning a future, wedding, house, children. But it looked like he had other plans.

You often thought about what would you do if he was to come back. You loved him. Even if he did you dirty, you loved him. But the fact that he could throw away so many years just for another woman, didn’t sit well with you. 

What if you were to have children?

Would he leave them behind as well if another young blonde comes his way?

But there was no point in thinking about this. After all, he left, and you needed to move on as well. 

And just as you were on your way to a new life, it happened, because of course it did, you saw him once again.

It was Tori’s wedding. Tori being both your and Chris’ friend it only made sense for both of you to be there. But for some reason you were still a bit taken aback. All you offered him is a kind smile as he sat a few tables to your left.

He looked good, you thought. Damn, and there you were in a forest green dress trying your best. But you also noticed that he was alone.

You took a sip from your glass, the wine made you cringe as it was too bitter. 

***

Three hours into the wedding and the alcohol started working it’s magic. you danced wit a man who’s name you forgot, but who cares anyway?

You had fun and that’s all that mattered. 

You didn’t even notice Chris’ eyes as they followed you. When you excused yourself to get some fresh air however, you did notice him heading your way. 

And you just knew that he was heading your way. 

And he certainly was. Even if you tried to hide behind a tree, he found you.

“Chris I don’t want to talk.”

“I noticed, you look beautiful. I won’t sugar coat it. I want you back. Leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life. I love you.”

“I love you too. But how can I be with someone who just leaves whenever a new woman looks their way? How could I trust you?”

He didn’t have an answer.

“Did you really just expected me to run back into your arms? I love you, yes. But I won’t go back to a man who just leaves whenever he sees a new shiny toy.”

“Let me prove it to you. One date is all I’m asking for. I will prove to you that I changed.”

“Oh you did. I believe you. The Chris I started dating with, wouldn’t throw away three years for a quick fuck.”

“I didn’t...I couldn’t do it. I was with her and I just...I couldn’t do it because it wasn’t you. I have wanted to speak to you ever since, but I’m ashamed.”

You let out a sigh as you looked back to the venue where people were dancing and eating.

“One date. Now let me get back, I still need to dance with Fred.” you said as you left him standing there.

Chris felt the fire in him light up once again. He wants to prove it to you, he loves you and leaving you was the biggest mistake of his life. As he watched you head back to the others, he was determined. 

***

The next day he texted you. He invited you over to his home for lunch and to talk things out.

He wanted it to be private so his home was the best option. 

Since you stayed in the apartment you two had together, he moved out. As you now know, he bought a house for himself. He sent you the address and judging by that, it was a rather fancy place. 

As you arrived and got out of your car you took a look at the house.

The house was something you always wanted. Something you told him about. A house for the two of you for the future. And now here it was, just like you always imagined. It was perfect.

You knocked on the door and you immediately heard Dodger as he started to bark. You also heard Chris telling him to be quiet. 

“Hi. Thank you for coming.” Chris said as he opened the door, letting Dodger rush out and say hi to you. You of course bent down to give him the well deserved pets.

The evening started off very normal. You had small talk as he served you some food. You felt the tension in the room, but you just waited. Waited for him to bring it up.

You looked out the window and saw that the rain started pouring, setting the mood.

“I was always yours. I loved you for so long and still do. We got together when we were young, you know that you are my first serious girlfriend. I-I guess I wanted to try out something new. Everyone expected us to be married by now and have children and I just...I got scared. The day I left I wasn’t thinking straight. And I regretted it the very moment I left your home. I went over to her place but...I couldn’t. All I could think about is how I betrayed you. I fucked up. I know I did. But I want no one else but you.”

“How can I know you won’t do this again? How can I know that you won’t leave again just to “try something new”. Tell me Chris.”

“You won’t. I’m asking you to trust me one last time. I know what I want, I want you. I want to wake up next to you, smell your shampoo and hold you. I want you for the rest of my life. I want you to be mine and so I can be yours again.”

You needed to breathe. You needed air. This was too much. Your heart was screaming at you one thing then your brain another.

Leave and never see him again or take him back and risk it all?

“I-I need to think.” you said as you stood up and walked to the front door.

“Y/N! Wait!” you didn’t even notice as the rain fell on your hair and skin. You didn’t even notice that you left your bag in the house. Chris grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “Please, I love you.” 

His eyes were pleading, you couldn’t bare the pain in them. You lifted your hand and cupped his cheek as you looked into his eyes. You tried, but you couldn’t look away.

“I love you too.” you said as a reflex, meaning every word. 

He closed the space between your lips and bodies as he kissed you feverishly. 

“Let’s get you in and take a shower before we catch a cold.” he said but you didn’t hear him, all you wanted was to kiss him, hold him, feel him, like you used to.

***

The shower you took was very long, you barely remember what happened, but your body did. You were sore, lips swollen and your body tired, hair still a bit damp as you laid next to him on his bed, both of your turned to each other as he ran his hand up and down your back.

“I promise you, I will never leave you again.” he said as you looked at him, so out of breath, so tired and on the brick of sleep you offered him a smile.

You placed a kiss on his lips before he moved onto his back so you can lay on his chest and sleep. He pulled the blanket up your body and let you rest.

Although that day he made a mistake, he was yours all along.

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Abominable Part 1

Pairing: mage!Peter Parker x mage!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, murders, possible gore in the future chapters, pretty dark story overall.

Words: 1543

Summary: An investigator of the Mage's Association, you are sent to discover the mystery behind a series of murders before more sinister events take place.

P.S. This was inspired by The Garden of Sinners particularly. I loved it dearly when I was a teenager.

To avoid any confusion, the reader is neither good nor bad due to the nature of her profession. Peter is an adult.

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Stepping on a platform with a vintage Samsonite briefcase in your hand, you looked at the people standing aside, most of them waiting for other passengers to leave the train. Although you knew the face of a magus who was supposed to meet you, it was hard to recognize him in the crowd, and you stared at all those people in front of you, clenching the briefcase’s handle. You hated waiting.

Of course, Lord Pierce wasn’t too happy with your arrival: the old fool thought he was untouchable even after a series of murders and an unnatural magic activity in Tombra that got the Mage's Association alarmed. You remembered the revulsion in Mr. Stark’s voice when he talked of Alexander. The old aristocracy, Lord Pierce was an outstanding magus who had long abandoned practicing any decent magic and instead preferred to exploit the strength of his numerous successors. While he still had some friends in the Association, Stark hated him greatly and was happy to remind him who was in control.

Naturally, Pierce knew why you came to Tombra, and the conversation between you two didn’t go well. You didn’t hide your intentions: you were the Investigator of the Clock Tower, and your job was to figure out what was happening in that megalopolis where Lord Pierce resided proudly. It meant you were going to be a great disturbance and a possible danger to many aristocratic families under Alexander’s protection. 

It wasn’t surprising he chose the most useless assistant to help you find out the truth. His name was Peter Parker, and he was class D+ magus who attended neither Clock Tower nor Atlas Academy. His role was to slow you down, you thought and sighed. 

Suddenly, you saw a familiar face when a young man hurried to you, his cheeks red, sweat running down his face: apparently, he was late. You snickered, looking at his formal attire - his black tie was so long as if he stole it from his father.

Once he was close enough, the young man stood tall, at attention, waiting for you to say something as he stared at you with awe and horror.

“Lady Ragna of the Clock Tower,” you named your rank coldly, and your companion nervously bit his lower lip, acting exactly how you expected of him.

“Peter of Tombra! Pleased to make your acquaintance!” He sounded too excited, and his hands were trembling a little, although he tried hiding it.

Gods, what was he good for in a situation like this, unless he possessed some extraordinary powers not stated in his file? Well, now was the time to discover that, you thought as you narrowed your eyes at the young man.

"Your primary magecraft?"

"B-bounded fields and healing!"

Nothing spectacular there, but bounded fields could be of use to you if you would ever be attacked while performing magic.

"Elements?"

"Water and wind!"

This was better: magi controlling more than one element were still rare, and the boy could make a nice apprentice if he were to be send to the Clock Tower. Besides, with Tombra surrounded by a river, a liquid manipulation skill Peter definitely possessed could be valuable, too.

"Magic circuit composition?"

"N-normal?"

"Any familiars?"

"None."

He was clearly feeling like a mouse in front of a snake, his face getting even more red with every second, and you found the situation rather funny.

"Your motto?" You stared him dead in the eye.

For a second Peter looked horrified, his mouth slightly open as if he were to say something, but you heard no sound coming from him. Then, as if struck by lightning, he gibbered with fear, "Live p-proudly?"

Oh boy. He really thought you were being serious when you talked rubbish with a stony face. If anybody was to talk about a personal motto, even the most pretentious magi of the Clock Tower would burst out laughing.

Rolling your eyes skyward, a gleam of deviltry in them, you smirked, "It was a joke. Don't ever use a motto, it's a terrible idea."

"Thank goodness! I thought it's something high magi of Clock Tower have." The next second Peter made a sigh of relief, and then the both of you laughed loudly, making other people on the platform throw glances at you.

Although you realized the young man had much less experience than you, you still felt he would be fun to have around. If he could make your life a little easier, you would accept his help.

Moving away from the platform and soon passing through the station's hall, you went straight to the city streets instead of catching a taxi. Peter hurried after you, still perplexed at your refusal to let him carry your bag - you guessed he expected you to boss him around, and it made you chuckle. What Pierce was doing with young magi here if Peter had such an impression about higher-ups?

"Lady Ragna, I was informed that the cottage where you chose to stay is in the suburbs. Did you decide to change it?" He asked, seeing you walking to a completely different place.

"No, it's the same cottage. If you wonder why we aren't driving there right now, I'd prefer to patrol the streets tonight to get to know the city. We can discuss the details of the job in the meantime."

You walked away fast, not looking at your companion anymore and watching the night city instead: you had never been to Tombra before, but many magi from the Clock Tower were born there, and their talk about the city always made you a little jealous. Born in a small town to a simple human woman who knew nothing of magic, you always wished to know what it was like to grow up in a true magic society like the one in Tombra, a home to many noble families, albeit smaller and less significant than those living in the capital. 

The city looked exactly like you imagined it: giant grey buildings stood besides the streets, and while they didn't look particularly pretty, you loved those countless neon signages and bright posters that were shining even in the darkness of the night. The streets were busy with tourists admiring the city, couples walking out of the fancy restaurants and cinemas, and young people, recklessly snooping around some nightclubs and bars, trying to get in despite the security glaring at them and requiring them to show their ID cards while the kids pretended they forgot them. There was also a small marketplace with colorful food trucks and booths, offering both local and international cuisine, and you blended into the crowd immediately, taking some crepes and then buying takoyaki - Peter, following you like a puppy, looked shocked.

"I can't do my job on an empty stomach," you smirked and handed him some takoyaki.

Funny enough, he accepted the second you showed the plastic plate into his hands, eating so hungrily as if he had been starving the whole day.

"Well, now since I feel a bit better, let's talk business," you motioned the young man to follow you, and turned to a narrow alley, leaving the noisy market that was going to be full of people for at least a couple of hours more. "Do you have any idea why I have been sent by the Association?"

Licking his fingers, Peter looked somewhat shyly at you, probably afraid he would say something silly, "From what I understand, the reason is some unnatural magic activity the Association couldn't trace, and the involvement of its user in several murders."

"Correct." Crossing the alley, you scratched the chipped paint from an old building in front of you and looked at your fingers, furrowing your brows. "To be precise, the reason why the Association didn't leave these murders to a human police is the method how these murders were carried on. Whoever did it pretty much sucked the soul out of victims' bodies."

Peter frowned, staying still while you kept examining the concrete wall in front of you, drawing strange symbols that started glowing immediately as you finished them.

"It may sounds funny, but the ritual necessary to prevent the soul of a dead person to come back to Akasha is known only to a couple of magi, and each of them is considered a great danger to the society by the Association. This alone is a threat, but Mr. Stark's other concern is the indefinite nature of magic practiced in Tombra. It is likely that the magus responsible for the deaths is planning something much more sinister, and we can't allow this to happen."

Finding what you were looking for, you nodded to yourself and moved further, Peter walking right beside you with a concerned expression on his face. He was probably surprised you didn't need his guidance, but you spent the last three days memorizing Tombra's map.

"Do you mean that the souls of victims can be combined to become a power source for some... dark ritual or something?" He asked nervously, licking his lips.

You smirked, turning to him and pointing to the wall of the next building that started to glow subtly as you got close, "Exactly, Peter."

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[impishtubist]

Ehehehehehe SO

LONG ASS ASK INCOMING. This is more of a fic than an ask but.

It begins one winter night during fifth year. It's during winter break. Fleamont and Euphemia have taken Sirius and Remus on a trip. Not James though. :/.

James decides to go for a 2am drive (pretend fifth years can drive this au requires a little suspension of disbelief)

It's like 10 degrees out and snow falls gently on the roadways and lawns of the small town he's driving through, Spinners End.

A flash of red and green catches his eye.

It's a teenage girl, red hair a mess and her Tinkerbell green party dress (one of the really frilly ones) full of tears, sitting on the sidewalk with her head in her hands

James hits the breaks. He recognizes this teen girl.

He gets out of the car and sits next to her like "Evans, you okay???"

And she's like "no" and tells him the story

She's not okay she's drunk out of her mind and tried to walk home from a Not Fun party at Mary's house where some boys tore up her dress and Snape (who was also there) was no where to be seen, so she escaped into the night and tried to walk home and Made it, but it was after her curfew and Lily has those shitty parents that lock the doors after curfew. She walked back down the street to an intersection and sat down to cry and maybe freeze to death.

ON TOP OF THAT she hasn't eaten since like, 9 am and now it's 3 am so everything feels worse, and maybe there was something in that drink because she's feeling really bad, worse than usual-

About halfway through that James is like "i can't leave her here. How do I get her in the car without scaring her" so he bribes her with the promise of Cheesy pretzel bites and a burger from the bougie place 20 miles from town-

Lily's reluctant to get in the car (this is fifth year. She and James are not friends) but she also figures that James won't hurt her (he doesn't punch down) and she's really hungry so she gets in the car.

Lily starts to thaw in the car, when they get to the burger place (James gets the same thing as Lily because he trusts her judgement) James goes in to get the carry out.

Lily gets a phone call.

It's Snape.

He's all like "Where are you??"

And she's like "Where am I? Where are you??"

And he's like, "I'm at the party, last i saw you you were drinking that spiked drink-"

And James gets back to the car and hears her yell "YOU KNEW IT WAS SPIKED?"

She's about to hang up but then decides to be petty and lets snape try to backtrack while she accepts her strawberry milkshake and pretzel bites and CowBoy Burger with the Lettuce and she says

"Thanks, James"

And Snape's like "JaMeS PoTtEr???"

And she's like "Yeah haha he put me in his van and he's taking me to his house! He's home alone 🥰"

So Snape starts freaking out and she hangs up and shuts off her phone.

He does indeed take her to his house but it's not like that. They watch Scooby Doo until she falls asleep and then he carries her to a spare room and tucks her in.

They end up spending the weekend together (Lily doesn't want to go home after being locked out and James appreciates the company)

She's still not sure she likes him but you can't hate someone who plucked you off the street and bought you bougie pretzel bites, so they exchange numbers for emergencies and then he takes her home.

Snape is under the impression that James and Lily are dating. Lily's pissed at him so she doesn't dispute this.

Summer comes around and Snape calls her The Slur and she's like 'i need new friends' so she goes to another party but recognizes pretty quickly that she's gonna miss curfew and it's not gonna be fun so she calls James in advance and is like "pick me up I'm drunk again." So he does.

Before he gets there she sings a little song about how perhaps he will buy her pretzel bites again (🎵James Potter/ is gonna/ buy me pretzel bites/ because I'm out way/ past curfew/ my mum's shut off the lights/ but the Gryffin/dor chaser/ takes pity on my plight/. That's why James Potter/ is gonna/ buy me pretzel bites🎵)

He does buy her pretzel bites again and they head to his house where Sirius and Remus Are there this time.

Over the weekend they come up with a really funny idea.

What if James and Lily pretended to be madly in love so Snape felt really bad inside???

Never underestimate James and Lily's commitment to the bit these bitches ended up having a kid together for the lols.

They sort of end up in a polycule with James and Sirius dating, James and Lily married but not into each other at all (beyond "i like calling you my wife" "i like calling you my wife too, James"), and Remus dating James And Sirius And Lily.

(then they die and come back 12 years later) and Harry has to come to terms with the fact that his parents marriage is literally Just A Prank, Bro

They are happy. Snape is not. Snape gets to suffer and die, locked out from the happiness everyone else shares in. Because that's what happens to racist incels.

🥰

Okay this is the funniest and best fucking thing to wake up to, tysm. I'm especially cackling at the idea of Harry finding out his parents' marriage was a prank and hell yes give me a Marauders' polycule!!! I need it!

[lokifantasies]

Missing (Loki/Jade/Reader)

Jade runs away, you and Loki panic, and she immediately misses her home.

Warning: attempted sexual assault scene.

Read the first part here!

Read the Mischievous Life series here!

"She's not here," Loki voice, filled with fear, calls out from Jade's bedroom. You immediately stand up from the couch and follow your lover out the front door to see what the two of you can find. "Jade!" Loki yells, his voice panicking.

"Jade!" you call out after Loki's loud voice.

The two of you are only met with the silence of winter air and the sound of snow crunching under your feet.

"Where the hell did she go?!" you try to figure out.

Loki scoffs. "She ran away."

"I'm calling the cops," you announce, quickly running back inside for your phone while Loki continues to scour the neighborhood.

Half an hour later, blue and red lights illuminate the streets as the police search every road in the neighborhood for the missing teenager – calling her name over and over through the loudspeakers and approaching neighbors' doors to ask if they know where the teenager is.

"Loki," you cry into the god's chest. "Where did she go?"

The God of Mischief gently rubs your back in an attempt to keep you calm. "I've no clue, my love," he says softly – his own terror starting to overwhelm him. "We'll find her."

As you stand with Loki, an officer slowly approaches the two of you – being cautious when he realizes that he's going to have to deal with the god that tried to take over New York years ago.

"Excuse me," the officer politely approaches you and Loki.

You desperately turn to the uniformed officer. "Where is she?! Did you find her?!" Loki places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a slight squeeze.

"No, ma'am," the officer solemnly admits. "We're looking all over the city."

"She can't be that far," Loki scoffs as you turn back around and hold him tightly.

The officer gives the two of you a quick smile. "We're doing everything we can possibly do. When we find her, you'll be contacted."

"What're we supposed to do?" you ask – desperation in your voice.

The cop takes a deep breath in – knowing that you aren't going to like his suggestion. "Stay home."

You scoff and cock your head at the officer. "I'm sorry...what?"

"If she comes home, she needs to know that she won't be alone," he explains.

"He's right," Loki backs up the police officer. "We'll stay here, and if she comes home by herself, we'll call."

The officer gives Loki a nod and shakes his hand. "Sounds good...and if we find her, you'll be contacted, and she'll be brought back home."

Finally, you understand the logic behind the actions and nod your head. "Thank you."

You turn away from the police officer and Loki to go back inside the house – trying to keep your tears under control.

"Here's my card," the officer offers to Loki, who immediately accepts. "Keep calling around – call her friends, boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever...we'll find her, sir."

Jade's anger had taken over her – driving her away from the home she shares with you and Loki. Rather than admit she was wrong, she would rather tough it out on the streets of New York City – alone and cold. She knew there was no way they would even notice her being gone – they'd probably be relieved that she's out of their hair. As Jade walks down a sidewalk through a rough part of town, she feels her arm be grabbed and roughly yanked – forcing her down an alleyway. When she looks up, her eyes meet the crazy ones of some older man, and when she tries to get away and push him off, he only laughs and pins her closer to the brick wall, but when Jade spits in his face, she's met with a fist to her face.

"Was a purty lil thing like you doin' out here?" the man, clearly drunk, asks the teen as she tries to get her jaw to stop hurting.

"Kidnapping and murdering old creeps," Jade spits, refusing to show her fear.

The man didn't entertain her attitude, and he wobbly spread her knees apart with his own, and Jade's tough façade quickly disappeared when she felt his hands go to her jeans – unbuttoning the single button with a perverted grin on his face.

"Be a good girl, and I won' be long." The man's filthy, smelly hands roughly rub Jade's cheeks, and he moans at the sight of her tears. "Have you taken a big 'un before?"

"Is that really any of your business?" a heavenly voice calls out from a few feet away.

The man laughs and turns to whoever has interrupted his fun. "Come on, man," he sighs, "you can have your fun when I's done."

"I don't think you understand," the voice calls out again. "You're going to let go of my niece before I take you to her father."

Finally, the man lets Jade go, and Thor quickly catches her before she falls to the ground.

"Uncle Thor," she cries in his arms. "Please, I wanna go home...Please take me home...I want my dad."

Thor picks her up and carries her back towards the road. "It's okay, JJ," Thor soothes the terrified teenager. "We're going home."

When Thor finally gets the traumatized fourteen-year-old back home, you and Loki come running out of the house, and Jade immediately runs into your and Loki's arms.

"Oh my God," you breathe out, taking in the scent of your little girl. "Jade...,"

Jade cries uncontrollably, and Loki shoots his brother a nod. "I'm so sorry," she sobs. "I'll never do that again...I'm so sorry."

"You're okay," Loki calms her as he rubs her back. "You're home...you're home...you're safe now."

Loki pulls Jade closer to his chest and rests his cheek on the top of her head – looking to you with teary eyes. While Thor was bringing Jade back, he had called and told you and Loki what he had stumbled upon – making sure the two of you knew that Jade would be in an extremely vulnerable and shaken state. Thor completely expected Loki to hunt down the piece of trash that attempted to assault his daughter and murder him slowly; however, he couldn't help but beam with pride when the only words that came from his little brother's mouth were words of concern and relief, and instead of making it his mission to hunt down the rat, Loki was more concerned with having his little girl in his arms again – everything else would have to come second. Thor offers to take the twins and your son for the weekend – giving the two of you time to get Jade settled back down, but the last thing you and Loki want is to have any more of your children out of your sight, so Loki asks his brother to stay on the couch to help to tend to the younger ones. Happily, the God of Thunder agrees and makes himself at home once the three of you go back inside – Jade refusing to let go of her dad.

"Sissy!" Ivy squeals when she sees Jade come back into the house. Jade gives her a weak smile and clutches to Loki even more. "I colored this for you!"

Ivy hands a drawing over to Jade, and she carefully takes it. It's a drawing of Jade dressed as a princess with a sparkly pink dress and a tiara.

"Thank you, Ivy," Jade sniffs while looking at the photo. "I love it."

Emmy chuckles from the kitchen where they had been sitting. "I guess I was wrong, Ivy," she confesses and then turns to Jade. "I didn't think you would like it."

"Alright, enough," you intervene. "Uncle Thor is going to be staying for a couple of nights, so he's in charge, alright?"

"Dor," your two-year-old son giggles and points to his uncle.

Before you, Loki, and Jade head to a more private room, the two of you kiss the twins and son goodnight – making sure to tell them how much you love them and letting Thor know the important things to keep them under control. As the three of you head to your and Loki's bedroom, the house quiets down, and Jade throws herself on the bed – clutching a pillow to her face and screaming into it. With a wave of his hand, Loki has the three of you changed into comfortable sleep clothes, and the two of you quietly join your daughter on the bed – rubbing her back as she sobs and waiting for the other to say something.

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[zakthefiend]

The Shadow of the Night

(Happy Birthday @pebster​! I hope this adds to the celebration very well! Damn it’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these hasn’t it? Life gets in the way, new hyperfixations, Tumblr constantly killing itself, same old and same old. Well I feel like I’ve written a lot from other sources so why not return to my first MMORPG with a bang! Tyrande VS Sylvanas! Night Warrior vs Banshee Queen! Personally I didn’t much care for the cinematic, looked nice but I’ve long since given up on Blizzard actually doing good with their characters. That aside, my personal thoughts on WoW deserves it’s own separate post and shouldn’t be here where I gift an old muse and friend of mine something she’s probably been wanting for a long time. So without further adieu, I hope you enjoy!)

Ciradel lunges forward with her moon blades ready, her Elven weapons focused on their mark and their serrated edges threatened to rend the Banshee’s neck wide open! Suddenly she feels a shadow over take her chest before a sudden force smashed into her chest and sent her hurdling back! Her back slams into the ground, the force shaking her to her very core as she tried to pull herself back up. The Warden could barely catch her breath from such an attack yet willed herself back on her feet. Her fellow wardens were trapped in the midst of battle with the Jailer’s forces, and only she could delay Sylvanas from completing her ritual at that moment.

“Damn it!” She curses, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth quickly as she coughed some up in her helmet. Her hands rested over her chest and felt the overall damage. A cracked breastplate would explain why some of her ribs feel almost like dust now. Ciradel tried to regain focus, focusing on her stance again before drawing her moon blade again. Her breathing was ragged but as a Warden of Elune she must fulfill her duty before death!

Sylvanas simply took a glance at her before refocusing on the ritual once more, her attentions better spent on something far more important than Elune’s attack dog.

The Warden tried to move but found herself stumbling too much and ultimately fell to her knees. She tears off her helmet and coughs loudly while sucking in as much air as she could. Her hands gripped the grass beneath her and watched it slowly change colors from teal to black and grey. She felt the plants wither in her gauntlets and further inspection shows it all but ash in her hands. The sight of it, the smell of death that now permeated the air, it flashed images of her home before her eyes. The devastation brought on by the War of Thorn and the burning of Teldrassil ran before her very eyes. The faint screams and dying flames filling her minds and dulling her hearing before ultimately succumbing to the crushing weight of despair upon her shoulders.

“Poor lost soldier...” Sylvanas says, lowering herself to the ground and standing over Ciradel with a slight smirk on her face. “So hard you have fought for kin and nation, to stand for Elune only to watch her leave you to your fate. It reminds me so much of an old life I once had.” 

Ciradel looks up, but not with a face of fear or intense grief, she stares up defiantly to Sylvanas. Tears running down her cheek as her blood stained teeth gritted as she stares into the Banshee Queen’s scarlet eyes. “I do not fear you, banshee! Kill me and raise my body if you wish, but my mind and soul belongs to the Kaldorei! I will not forsake my people as you have yours!”

That smirk faded, and a dark look overcame the Banshee’s face before drawing her bow. “Then die braver than most, Warden.”

Ciradel prepared for the arrow to make it’s mark, and muttered her prayers before feeling something yank her from her armor collar with such a sheer force of speed that she had thought it teleportation! She quickly gathers herself and the situation, seeing the Banshee Queen almost yards away from where she originally was only centimeters from here the arrow was pointed at her head! 

Then, she saw her.

High Priestess of Elune: Tyrande Whisperwind.

The woman who brought back the Night Warriors to the Night Elves after their darkest hour, the one to have stood against Azshara when she sought to bring Sargeras to the world, and the woman who lead the Night Elves through the many wars and battles Azeroth has had over countless centuries. She stood over Ciradel, almost a towering presence now with the powers of the Night Warrior changed her appearance more now. A moon hovered above her head like a halo, as the markings she had received from her transformation now dazzled like stars upon a night sky, and runes of azure blue glowed across her arms and legs as she held her glaive in her other hand.

She let go of the warden, and gave it a wave and suddenly Ciradel felt her body completely healed of all it’s wounds! She looks up to Tyrande, whose black eyes stared at Sylvanas with a hatred rivaled only by Maev’s loathing of Illidan and of the Xaxa’s himself!

“Go.” She said to Ciradel, treating it less like a demand and more like something she was supposed to do, “Aid the others with repelling these deathless mongrels from these lands. Sylvanas is mine to rend justice upon.”

The Warden looked between the two, feeling these two near demigods were about to engage had her prepared to leave. She stood up quick and looked to Tyrande a final time. “Shaha lor’ma, Tyrande. Elune-Adore, an Andu-Falah-Dor!” Ciradel fled the scene to return to the other Wardens at the battle, leaving those two alone to their battle.

(Darnassian: ”Thank you, Tyrande. Elune be with you, and let the balance be restored!”)

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The tension in the air was thick enough to cut it with an axe, the two Elves who walked the path of vengeance were faced to face once more. Their previous fight back on Azeroth, where Tyrande had caught up to Sylvanas was interrupted and left unfinished until now. The peerless void filled eyes glared towards Sylvanas, returning the stare with a scowl as the memory of their last fight still burned in her mind.

“So. You found me once again. Did you wish for an award of some kind?” Sylvanas starts, opening her hands and closing them around twin shortswords of Quel’dorei design now warped to reflecting her darker attire now.

Tyrande took out her other Glaive from behind her, and did not hesitate with her answer. “Your head.”

Sylvanas nodded, removing her cloak and tossing it aside and shaked her head free of her cowl before smugly responding to her hunter: “Then come and try.”

Tyrande lunged forward, slamming her galives against Sylavanas’s blades and used her weight to swing the other blade at the banshee’s arm. Sylvanas quickly ducked beneath the swing and pulled her blades down with her and moved in to stab Tyrande in her gut but watched her swing herself out of the way for another slash to the Banshee Queen!

The two Elves were caught in a dance of blades and swords, each moving to a different tune and song of battle and war. Tyrande heard and felt the drums of the Kaldorei beat and boom as thunder inside her mind as she swung and spun herself with the weight of her blades and body against Sylvanas. The Banshee however felt the solemn sounds of a lute strummed and played louder and quicker within her, her parry’s and dodges and counters constantly keeping the other on their toes the entire fight. Neither dared to use their magic for this fight, as this was an almost ritualistic tradition that both Elven women of their races held close to their heart. With every swing that cuts the Banshee, the Priestess felt a stab to the exposed flesh of her armor. With every missed slash of the short swords came the near death experience of the magical glaives coming towards her neck. While the music within them played to different tones and themes, it was the same song that began to control their movements in an almost entranced way.

It ultimately ended when Sylvanas pierced Tyrande’s midsection with her blades, watching the woman drop her weapons from over her head to the ground. It was over.

Sylvanas won.

That is, until Tyrande gripped her fists together and swung a hammerfist across the Quel’dorei’s face! Sylvanas immediately stumbled backwards from the sheer force of the swing before forced to stop when Tyrande stomped her foot down on top of hers and swung a right hook across her face! She pulled her arms up to guard her face from the next punch, but felt an uppercut to her gut nearly shook her entire armor!

Sylvanas forced her foot free, and quickly side stepped the next punch and quickly backed away from the Night Elf to formulate a counter. Unfortunately Tyrande was on top of her the entire time and refused to give her a moment of rest. The next swing slammed into a tree and the bark practically exploded off from the force of the punch! Her knuckles bloodied from the swing, she gritted her teeth towards Sylvanas who used her new powers to bind Tyrande in shadowy chains long enough to catch her breath. In that moment, she realized that the Night Elf still had her swords firmly implanted into her gut! Before anything else could be discovered, a beam of light blasted down from the sky and blasted the Banshee onto the ground! She rolled onto her knees, snapping her fingers as the swords faded away and her bow was summoned into her hands. She quickly took pot shots at Tyrande, who now dashed to grab her Glaives from the ground. She was quick enough to dodge most of the arrows but felt one firmly implanted itself into her shoulder! She let out a quick groan before rolling for her weapons and quickly wielded them to block the next volley of arrows and slashed one in half before charging at her once more.

Sylvanas quickly realized the position she’d be in again if Tyrande was to close the gap again, and transformed into her banshee form to fly out of reach! Just as she turned to fire a shot at the Night Warrior, she saw Tyrande had blasted herself at Sylvanas with a mighty leap and slammed herself into the other Elf and the two came crashing back down to the ground below! 

The air around them swirled with a blackish blue dust cloud, before it revealed Tyrande having impaled Sylvanas in her shoulders. Tyrande pinning her as the markings slowly faded, having expended much of her power to healing the stab wounds in her gut and that powerful leap. She kept herself over the Banshee by kneeling over her midrift. The Quel’dorei groaned in pain as she struggled to fight the Night Warrior off her body.

Tyrande leaned close to the pained expression of Sylvanas with a calm fury over her face, before speaking to her in a cold tone: “For Teldrassil, and Elune’s mercy be upon you.”

She pulled her glaive’s out from Sylvanas’s Shoulders, and impaled her in the chest with her weapons! The Banshee cried out, her hands trying to pull the blades out of her body while cutting her hands on the harsh steel of the blades. This pain forcing her to remember her final moments alive at the hands of Arthas all those years ago, forcing a boiling rage to swell within her at being reminded of such a hated memory. Her head rolled back as the pain shot through her body, her eyes burning with fury and pain as she looked back at the one who had done this to her.

In her eyes, she saw no joy nor satisfaction in this act. There was no pleasure in this act of vengeance. No glee or pride found in the Priestess’s eyes. Instead, she saw only pity. She almost saw a hint of regret behind her cold glare, as if she wished she didn’t have to end this life.

Sylvanas breathed heavily, her breathing ragged as she looked at the Night Warrior who kept the blades embedded into her body. She smirked up to the woman, feeling her blood escaping from her mouth.

“I... I suppose this is wh... where you take my head then? Well go on. Your trophy need only a swipe to claim. Ash karath, Tyrande Whisperwind.”

(Darnassian: “Do it, Tyrande Whisperwind.”)

Tyrande pulls a glaive out from her chest, and raised it over her shoulder. She looked down and took a deep breath, “Selama Ashal’anore.”

(Thalassian: “Justice for our people.”)

Just as she swung down, just before her blade could meet the banshee’s neck, she was interrupted by the Jailer’s minions and slammed off Sylvanas. She was pulled away, as the invading forces retreated and left Tyrande behind. She tossed her Glaive at them, but missed as they were too out of range for her. She watched them get further and further away, her breathing quickening as her anger soon boiled over, and she released a blood curdling scream as loud as she could that echoed across the realm!

Tyrande had won, but failed to finish off Sylvanas this time.

(Author’s note: I know, I know, I know, this is a shitty ending. Look we all want Tyrande to put down Sylvanas after all the shit that had happened between them. Hell, I’m hoping they duke it out and the cinematic gets the animation of Saurfang V Sylvanas! But for now, until we get to see where the story goes, she gotta stay alive. Still, I hope you still enjoyed this fic and hope you have a wonderful birthday Pebs.)

[snelbz]

Light Up the Ice - Chapter 9

A/N: Well. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? I’m sorry, guys, but this story just...wasn’t coming to me for a while. But now we’re back and I am so excited. Since it has been over a year and a half since I updated this one, please forgive us if there are a few details that aren’t perfect from the first chapters. Feels good to be writing my babies again.

Written with @tacmc.

Rowan woke up to the smell of cooking bacon and fresh coffee and he sighed contentedly. It had been two days since the hit that put him out of commission. He was hoping the rest and relaxation he’d enjoyed with his girlfriend would handle it, but it seemed that his body was protesting its natural healing process.

He groaned as he rolled out of Aelin’s bed, smiling when he found Lumi curled up in the hoodie he’d left in her chair in the corner. After giving her a scratch behind the ears, though the cat pretended he didn’t exist, he padded out into the living room, finding Aelin at the stove quietly humming to herself.

“Good morning,” he said, yawning as he pulled out a bar stool and sat down.

Aelin turned, and he was once agIn floored by how gorgeous she was, straight out of bed. That first night, when the fire alarms had pulled them all from sleep, he’d been convinced she’d scrambled to do her makeup before coming out onto the lawn. Waking up next to her two days in a row had proven to him that she was naturally beautiful and he couldn’t help but stare.

“Good morning,” she smiled and set a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. “Hurting today?”

“Aye,” he said, stretching his arms in the air. He felt every muscle tense in his upper body and before he could say the words, Aelin beat him to it.

“I think you need to give the team trainer a call today,” she said, placing a plate full of bacon on the counter next to her.

Rowan stared at it, wanting to reach over and snag a piece, but was fairly sure she’d catch him when he grunted in pain trying to lift it. Plus, she was dumping nearly a dozen eggs into a skillet to scramble, so he was hoping she’d be feeding him soon enough. He nodded. “I was going to do that today. I was texting with him last night and he said he and the massage therapist could come here today.”

Aelin smiled. “That would be perfect. I have to go

to work in about an hour, so I’ll feel better knowing someone is here with you.”

He rolled his eyes. “You do know I’m a grown man, right? Lived on my own for about seven years?”

Aelin stuck out her tongue and continued cooking at the stove, before setting a plate down in front of him piled high with eggs, hashbrowns and crispy bacon.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” He asked, as she slid onto the stool next to him.

She smirked and said, “Once or twice, but don’t worry. I’ve got a drunk voicemail to listen to if I ever forget.”

She winked and Rowan felt his cheeks heat, but regardless, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead and began to eat.

After his second full helping breakfast, Aelin got Rowan set up on the couch, babying him the entire time, much to his dismay, and he sent a text to the trainer asking him to call him when he got to the arena that morning. Aelin was getting ready and Rowan was playing NHL on his Xbox when the trainer finally called him back.

“Hey, man,” Rowan answered, pausing the game and propping the phone between his ear and shoulder.

Dorian’s voice came through the receiver. “How ya feeling?”

Rowan groaned as he rotated one of his shoulders. “Like I got hit by a truck.”

With a snort, Dorian chuckled. “Have you seen most of the Pirates’ team? They’re ridiculous; all of them are huge, freaks of nature. Rolfe is no exception.”

With a nod, Rowan cringed. He hadn’t realized the captain of the Skull’s Bay Pirates had been the one to lay the hit on him. “Well, whenever you and Sorscha have time, I’d appreciate it if you could make a house call.” There was silence on the other side of the line. “Dor?”

“Sorscha’s last day was Thursday of last week, I had no clue you didn’t know,” he explained. “The new therapist started yesterday.”

“Oh.” Sorscha had been the team’s massage therapist for years and Rowan vaguely remembered rumors that she’d be leaving them. He just never had them confirmed. “That’s fine, how’s the new guy?”

“She is...a piece of work,” Dorian admitted with a sigh. “You’ll meet her when we come by. You free for us to head that way?”

“Yeah, man, the sooner you get me back in working order, the sooner I can get back on the ice,” Rowan replied, debating on saying something about the home game they had that night.

With a chuckle, Dorian said, “Don’t even think about it, man. You’re not playing tonight. We’ll leave in just a bit and see you soon.”

The call ended and Rowan dropped his phone on the couch. He looked at the clock and hollered, “What time are you off tonight, Ace?”

She poked her head out of her bedroom and said, “Four o’clock, why?”

“Wanna go to the game with me?”

Aelin blinked at him. “You aren’t playing, Ro.”

“No,” he said, standing and stretching - and groaning. “But we can go sit in the player’s box and watch.”

“You want to sit next to me for an entire hockey game and hear my commentary?” She asked, grinning.

Rowan’s grin matched hers as he held out a hand, stepping towards her. She placed her hand in his and he gently pulled her towards him. “I promise I won’t be thinking too much about the game with you there with me.”

Aelin ran her palms down Rowan’s chest. “Well, that’s a tough argument.”

Rowan’s grin widened as he leaned down to kiss her. “You’ll go with me then?”

Aelin nibbled on her lip as she nodded. “If you get your ass on the couch and promise to take it easy today.”

He groaned softly. “Fine. If that’s what it takes.”

“Thank you,” she said, rising up on her toes to kiss him once more and turning back to finish getting ready. “You also have to make an appointment with your trainer.”

“He’s on his way with the sports therapist now,” Rowan said, watching her walk back to her room, enjoying every step she took. He really did try to focus on more than just her ass, but the leggings she wore weren’t helping his cause. When she looked back at him as she paused in the doorway, he had just enough time that she didn’t catch him - not that he thought she’d mind.

“Looks like we’ve got a game to go to then,” she winked, and disappeared into the bedroom.

About thirty minutes after Aelin left for the café, Rowan’s phone rang. “Hey, man. You here?”

His trainer and friend’s usually cheery voice was distinctly pissy. “Open up, Whitethorn. I’ve been knocking on your door for two minutes.”

“Oh, shit.” Rowan was up on his feet with a quiet grunt and ran to the door throwing it open. Dorian stood in front of his own apartment door, down the hall. He called, “Sorry, man, I’m staying with my girlfriend.”

Dorian’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re Aelin’s boyfriend?”

Rowan paused and blinked. “Uh, aye? You know her?”

“I grew up with her, we’ve been friends for years,” Dorian said, the light tone returning. “I told the therapist your apartment number and she’s grabbing her table from the car. I should probably call her-.”

“No, it’s fine, I need to grab a few things from my place anyways,” he shrugged, grabbing his keys off the small table by the door. “We can set up in there so I don’t have to move Aelin’s furniture around.”

Dorian snorted. “Good call.”

Rowan unlocked his apartment and let Dorian in, turning on the lights and carefully moving things out of the way. Painfully.

He grabbed one of his least destroyed game worn jerseys and tossed it over his shoulder. He very much wanted to see her wearing it. “Aelin’s coming to the game tonight,” he said, grinning.

Dorian shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t even know who she is anymore.”

Rowan’s grin only widened.

“Hey, uh, can I come in and see Fleetfoot?” Dorian asked, looking out toward the hallway.

Rowan blinked and said, “I mean, sure.”

They headed back down the hall to Aelin’s apartment, leaving Rowan’s door open for the therapist to carry her gear in. As soon as they entered the apartment, Fleetfoot was bounding towards Dorian, excited like Rowan had never seen her.

Glancing up at Rowan while he rubbed her belly, Dorian grinned. “I gave her to Aelin our junior year of college. I promised if she got all A’s on her finals, I’d get her puppy. Guess who got straight A’s the entire semester?”

Rowan couldn’t help but laugh, smiling and shaking his head. “Sounds about right.”

Dorian’s phone chimed and he stood, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. “Oh she’s all set up and ready for you. Just head back down here when you’re done and we’ll talk about getting you on the ice again.”

“Aye, sounds good,” Rowan said and left, heading for his own apartment. The door was shut now, but he assumed it was just for privacy. He’d had to get sports massages before. They were basically a glorified regular massage. They focused on specific muscles groups, some quite intimate and quite awkward, but for the most part the etiquette was the same.

A dim room, quiet music or white noise of some sort, a special table covered in a white sheet, and the fact that you typically undress and are under just a towel.

Suddenly, Rowan froze with his hand halfway extended toward his doorknob, as he realized he was about to essentially be naked, alone in his apartment, with a woman he’d never met, as she rubbed her hands all over his body.

He’d had to get sports massages before. Just never while he’d had a girlfriend.

Maybe he should ask Dorian to come in and talk while she worked on him.

With a sigh, Rowan realized he was overthinking things. This was her job and he was judging her before he’d even met her. She was probably extremely professional and he was worrying for no reason.

With a shake of his head, he entered his apartment and asked, “Hello?”

A young woman rounded the corner, wiping her damp hands on a paper towel. Her long, black hair was braided back, and by the time her obsidian eyes met Rowan’s, he was frozen in place. For a moment, she didn’t react, and Rowan couldn’t breathe.

And then her eyes lit up and a small grin spread on her thin, red lips. His blood ran cold. He swallowed. “Maeve. What...the hell are you doing here?”

“Ah, Rowan Whitethorn,” she cooed. “We meet again.”

[stanchonkyman]

can u write a fic where teenage stanley takes care of the reader when she’s on her period? i love ur writing!

☆Periods Suck☆

♡Teenage! Stanley Pines x Female! Reader♡

Yes I can! And thank you💖

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It was your lunch period at school. Although, lunch was probably the most enjoyable period of he day, you couldn't enjoy it today. As, you were on your period. And dear god, was it an agonizing feeling. You hadn't taken pain killers in the morning, so now you suffered the consequences. You sat in a dear in a corner and laid your head down on the table, hugging right against your cramps as a sad attempt to ease the pain.

That's when your good friend, or rather boyfriend, Stanley walked over to you. "Hey (Y/N). You alright there?" He slid into the space beside you as you lifted your head. "Mm.. yeah. Just a little pain." You responded. Stan furrowed an eyebrow. "Is it...uh... that time?' He questioned. You lay your head back down on the table in defeat. "Yeah.." You were expecting a grossed out reaction, although it (thankfully) never came.

"Aw, babe. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked. You smiled at how he wanted to help you. You found it rather... sweet. A lot of the other boys would just be disgusted. So, you were thankful that Stan wasnt like that. "Um.. I really appreciate the offer, but you dont have to do that." You tell him softly. Though, he insists. "No, let's go back to your place. Ditch this one and go there." Stan then stood up. "Dont you have boxing today though? I was going to go chear you on!" You stood up after him. Stan laughs and grabbed your hand. "Well I don't have it anymore. My lady needs me."

You couldnt help but laugh at that. He walked out of the cafeteria and then you both slipped out a back exit and ran for the school parking lot. Ditching school wasnt an uncommon thing for the both of you. You both ran to his car. Stan opened the passengers door dor you and you got it. He kissed your temple then shut the door and got into the driver's side door. Stan leaned back and pulled a blanket from the backseat. He laid it over you. "Here ya go. Stay warm." He pressed a kiss to your cheek. You giggled in response. "Thank you." You pulled the blanket close to you, snuggling into it.

Stan turned on the radio. The songs were a mix of Uptown Girl, Take a Chance on Me, Be my Baby, Can't Take My Eyes Off You, Build Me Up Buttercup, and Teenage Dirtbag. You bobbed your head happily to the music and Stan's fingers tapped against the steering wheel to the best of the songs. That was one of the more fun parts of life, listening to music or screaming the lyrics with Stanley beside you. God, you were a lucky girl and you knew it better than anybody.

Soon, Stan pulled into your driveway and parked the car. He stepped out of the car, moving to your side and opening up the passengers side door. Yet, before you could even shift to get out of the car, Stan swooped you up into his arms. You squeak and chuckle, laying your head against him. Stan kissed your head and kicked the door shut with his foot. He went up to your house and used the spare key you gave him to get inside. No one was home at that time. So, he brought you into your bedroom.

Stan smiled to himself. "Alright.. uhh." He looked around. You tilt your head. Stan blinked. "I'll be back." He ran out your bedroom door. You watched him go, confused. But you let it happen. You werent exactly sure what he was doing or if he even knew how to deal with menstrual pain. Well, youd have to find out. You pulled your blankets over yourself with slight hum. Soon, Stan came running back into your room.

"I brought chocolate and soda! " He chirped, pulling up a chair next to your bed. You looked at him and laughed. "Thank you, Stan." You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek as he handed you the chocolate. To which, you split in half and gave half of it to him. "You're such a dork." You say. Stan scoffed playfully. "Hey, I dont understand this stuff." He laughed and took a bite of his side of the chocolate. You giggle. "I know. I know. You're trying your best and I appreciate it." You smile. "Good." Stan snickered and ruffled your hair. You laugh again and grab onto his arm, yanking him into bed with you.

Stan looked at you, getting underneath the covers with you out of instinct. You lay your arm over him and bury your face into his neck. He giggled at this. "You're the best. Have I ever told you that?" You asked. Stan laughed. "The one and only one who thinks so." He kissed the top of your head. You scoffed. "No! I'm surely not the only one! You're amazing! Youre caring about sweet. And you're even cute! That's a plus! You're the best thing to have ever happened to me." You say. Stan paused, staring at you. His face flushed. "You're just saying what I want to hear!" He accused.

"No!! Admit it! You're the best!" You tell him. "Never!" He buried his face on you. You huff with a laugh. "Well, you're never gonna change my mind, you know." You say. Stan stuck his tongue out at you playfully. You laugh and boop his nose. "I'm taking this as a victory." You said proudly. Stan huffed. "Finneeee.. I'll let you win. Just this once. Only because I love you." He gave you a quick peck. You smile, cupping his cheeks and pulling him back in. The kiss lasted until you both needed air. When that was the case, you both pulled apart to catch your breath.

"I love you too." You said, peppering his cheeks and nose in kisses. Stan laughs, his eyes squeezing shut as he did. "Alright alright, you dork. Let's watch a movie." You say, laying against him to where he secures you in his arms. You grab your remote off your nightstand and turn on some ooey gooey romance movie that you knee Stan secretly loved.

[romeulusroy]

You Remind Me Of My Own Unhappiness (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,587

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @death-of-a-mermaid @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @captivatedbycillianmurphy @theshelbyclan @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87 @babylooneytoonz @peakyxtommy @locke-writes @lucillethings @miahelen @valkyrie-2312

A/N: A lil writing before I start requested prompt fics, which are still open btw!!!! Ngl, I've had this is my head for a while, and it turned out better than I expected!!!!! I've been reading for my horror fiction class, so I guess this is kind of based off/inspired by all of it (lots of Poe, Jackson, King, etc.) so be warned my loveliest of loves!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: You knew too much for his comfort 💕

Gif Credit: @peakycillianblinders :)

FIC MASTERLIST PARTS 1 -> 3 / WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?

The earth is soft in your palms, loose as your dig away, your fingers aching amidst the clumps and rocks. The maggots fall one by one off the bone, disturbed in their everlasting feast. Fresh in his mind, an open wound he leaves exposed, to bleed, to breath, to eat him alive. Shallow, as expected. Careless in execution. Impatient, your husband always in such a hurry. Even with this. Handful by handful, muddied, the morning dew undisturbed even as nightfall came. Smelling faintly of a sweet memory, that of the first time you kissed. The raindrops coming between you. Pulling away with a laugh, in awe, at how his beauty compared to that of a rainy day. Your shoes sinking deep, your hands clutching his arms as he pulls you from the muck, letting the slightest hint of a smile slip. The noise of that day, the plops from the pond, the quiet, yet powerful, taps of the leaves, the shudder of branches and bones alike cold from the breeze, the soft of his voice, low, teasing of all the things he'd do when you were alone. Lost, but not forgotten.

It doesn't exist here. The silence is heavy, deadly, respectful. Something he is not. Early, before the sun has her chance to even set and paint the sky. The in between, the dark not as inky as you remember, the stars fading in, resting for their show ahead. A creature of habit, your husban. Every night, at the same time, no matter what. Day by day, you grow less and less, and this becomes an ever harder task than before. Time staking, your movements slow, weary, all knowing of the journey ahead. There is an ache of gratefulness, a nod to the thoughtfulness you assumed he was lacking in, though it could have come out of selfishness none of the less. Not far from home. A quiet walk, that of seclusion. A quick pace, a tight jaw, he could have made the journey in no time. Your body was not as forgiving

No wooden box. Not eternal flame. A sheet, dirty now, and spotted in red, tangled around you. Wet and cold. The same sheets you used to wash, scrubbing clean, that thick soap smell no longer. One more thing you'd miss, the newness of this dying as each minute ticked by. That excitement, that joy, that want for anything more fades as all things do, decomposing with the rest of you. It's become a duty, an obligation, to him, to your marriage, as all things had been, or would become.

There is no where else to go. Nothing more to do. A broken routine was a broken man. Fight it, resist, and you might find him in the tub again, his spine kissing the porcelain, neck bent, waiting to sink until he finds the bottom. You might find him in the bed you shared, eyes open, never crossing that split down the middle, always faced away from your side. You might find him out, at the bar, a job, surrounded, your presence striking him, bloodying his lip. He stares, his balance off, truly shaken to his core. You are a guest he does not share, a secret he locks in his closet, a beating heartbeat under his floorboards.

So, you give up fighting, as you had the last time, and accept this battle lost. Wave your white flag, shaking yourself free of the sheets, standing uneasily on your own rotting skeketon. Step by step, your toes tearing, soles wasting, the entirety of you threatening to cave, making your way home. Tendons frayed, splitting apart. Your flesh bloated, runny, what's left is chewed away. You can feel it all. Your teeth chatter by the openings that were your cheeks, the cold passing right through you, whistling through your open ribcage. Dreadfully exposed. All of it is heavy. With nothing to hold, to cling to, you're stitched together by a single thread. You pull forward with all your strength, choking back a scream. It wasn't pain, not anymore, your nervous system long gone, but the memory of it bursts through your open chest the way it had in that moment, before everything seeped away in a puddle beneath you, and the warmth of your body grew into icy cold.

Your hair is all but gone, just like your middle. Innards spilling into your clothes, filling out, everything once protected inside catching their first taste of freedom. You give up making yourself anymore presentable. You could pass for sickly, at your best, even tired in the beginning. The bags under your eyes gone now, eaten away, the green tint to your demeanor disappeared, leaving nothing but a rotting smell. There was no hiding this, hiding the time that's passed. The flies buzz, bugs crawl freely. It's much their home as yours. You click, a tune you suspect is music to his ears, but it only leaves an ache in your hollow chest. There isn't much left of you, there isn't much more time.

How long does he want to do this?

How much longer can you?

The light streams through the windows, a welcomed warmth. You missed it. You missed that comfort, that knowledge of a place being yours. All you had left to your name was a hole in the ground, weak and muddy. Even then, few knew it was yours at all. The back door, the one only homeowners used. You could see it, your skeletal hand resting weakly on the heavy door. A night like every other. Pressing your ear to the door, listening, as if the pull from his want, his need to see you, hadn't tugged you the whole way here. This act, so small, so innocent, had lead to consequences he could never take back.

Listening, waiting, your own breath no longer a distraction, your own heartbeat no longer drumming through your veins, interrupting every word. It was the only way. Banished, shunned, turned away. Though you wrote his name, you did not share blood, a defining trait he could not look past. The business, family business, turned you away. Complicit, docile, that's what he expected, what you tried to be. Yes, Love. No, Love. For your own protection, Love, as if it hadn't been the barrel of his gun pointed at your chest.

Not everything, but enough, your first mistake was making it known. Invading his world one word at a time, overstepping boundaries with a bit of advice. That was all it took. You realized too late, none of it you could ever take back. Pleading, wide eyed, you promised not to say anything more, to keep your distance between the job, but the damage was done. He changed before your eyes. Tight, rigid, masking himself, crawling back into his shell. He trusted you, he did, but not after that. A man like him could trust no one, not even the person he married. If you knew, who else did? Even the smallest detail could be dangerous. It could coolapse his entire empire. He didn't want to, insisting there was another way, but they agreed as long as you lived, knowing what you did, none of them were safe. A family by name, hardly by choice.

So, by their insistence, he pulled the trigger.

He dragged the body.

He dug a shallow grave.

He made an elaborate story, one of belief, of half-truths, and throw away lines about your solemn departure seeking a new life, abandoning your husband for something else, each of them chipping pieces and plots to the story, anything to help them sleep a little easier.

And here you sat, the hard wood of your dining room chairs puncturing your back. There are two plates, and two sets of silverware. A candle is lit between you. Not always, but tonight it seems he's been missing you more. A napkin sits on your lap, waiting, covering the mangled mass that used to be your lower half. He sits across from you, the space between you large enough to seat the entire family. Only two, though. Everyone else has left, gone, suspecting what it is Mr. Shelby is up to, wondering why they are let go more frequently, always at the exact same time. He musters up a smile, that of pain, with horror in his eyes, finally realizing just how cruel this has all been for you. You smile back, pieces of you ripping open, your lips uncurling, splitting in two, revealing a mouth empty of teeth.

Thomas speaks lightly of the day passed. The endless dread of paperwork, the faint gnaw that someone has been following him lately, a special nod to the advice he took from you that had been successful. No thank you, though. No admittance of grief or wrongdoing, no apology, not even a word of what you were really doing here. He couldn't let go, move on, he couldn't shake the guilt that woke you each night and put you to bed hours later. You were dead, killed by his own hand, had been for quite some time. Yet, every night after the murder you joined him. For dinner, for drinks, to sleep beside him in the bed you shared since your wedding day. Step by step, decaying in your time of rest, the same thought in your mind over and over, never letting it escape your lips, you knew better from the last time: when would he let you rest in peace?

[mxpseudonym]

Too Easy

Pairing: Tommy x OC (Luke Anderson)

Reader Gender Expression: Male Reader (if you don’t mind straight up characterization)

Request: “tommy having/falling in love with a best friend who understands and is really close to him and probably is able to get away with things tommy wouldnt let others get away with, yup!”

Length: 1343 words (allegedly)

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m gonna be honest- I’ve never taken so many liberties with an ask before, anon. I enjoyed it nonetheless and hope you do too. 

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Tommy winces when Luke's finger rap against his forehead. 

"Carry the one and move the decimal, stupid." 

Tommy mutters quietly, rubbing the sore spot as Luke tucked the ledger under his arm. 

"You let him get away with that?" John scoffs, but it's more like a whine. He could hardly get away with slapping Tommy over the head when his brother deserved it. John would get a lecture on the consequences of fucking around at work, along with any other grievances Tommy may have had at the moment if he even tried it. On the other hand, Luke's penance for flicking Tommy's head when he made a recording error was, at worst, a smack of the hand. 

"I risk my life every day, John," Luke teases, making sure to spare a glance for Tommy too. 

"I bet. You comin' to the pub, mate? Arthur's stopping by with Finn too." 

John's already standing to get his coat. Their meeting is over, and he's itching to see Esme and have a pint. Luke turning him down doesn't deter him in the slightest.

"Remind Arthur that we have a meeting in the morning if you can," Luke asked, though John's one-track mind gave no promises. When John was out the door, Tommy addressed the man making himself comfortable a few seats over. 

"You don't want to drink? I've got work to finish here," Tommy motioned to the spread of company paperwork before him. 

"And I don't? I just signed on three more companies for business to business sales. Next quarter's going to look better than the last two put together," Luke informed his boss.

"Congratulations, I can't wait to see the payoff." 

"You don't want to look it over?" 

"No, you're the one I trust most," Tommy said it without even looking up from the papers in his hand. 

It wasn't a compliment as much as a fact. No one outside of the Shelby's was closer to the King of Birmingham, and on a good day, Luke surpassed the family as well. In many ways, Luke had the foresight for creating a legal business that Tommy lost from time to time. There wasn't a deal that crossed Tommy's desk that Luke didn't consult on. 

It took a war to bring them together as young men, boys rather, who didn't know much about anything. In the late, uncertain nights in France, they stuck together. Fear and loneliness were dangerous beasts who could only be rid of by speaking them out of existence. 

Luke and Tommy talked aimlessly, sometimes not even hearing their own words, though the other would hang onto everyone. Someone else's memories were a better place to stay than the hell they were in. It was only afterward in Birmingham, the city the found they had in common, that they realized how much vulnerable they'd been. Was there anything they didn't know about each other? 

"Thanks, boss." Luke sent him a cheeky grin as the door opened to Tommy's docile secretary coming to tidy up. Tommy's eyes slowly moved upward to see that Luke was already making Lydia giggle softly and blush. 

"Can I help you carry that, Miss Lydia?" 

"No, but thank you, Mr. Anderson." 

"Of course, angel." 

Tommy rolled his eyes and let them fall onto his papers again. A mix of unpredictable and flirty, Luke was a handsome man who didn't seem to have any hold-ups about the types of people he was into. Consequently, Tommy never really knew who to be jealous of, so he ultimately chose everyone.  

"Are you done?" Tommy asked, making his secretary scurry away. 

"Don't be rude." 

"I was talking to you." 

"My statement stands. By the way, you can tell me whatever it is you're hiding," Luke says casually. So casually that Tommy almost didn't catch it. No, Tommy supposed there wasn't anything they didn't know about each other. "Carry the one and move the decimal all you want, there's still too much money here. You’ve taken on something else." 

"And if I have? This sounds like an excellent problem,” Tommy said with a shrug.

Luke hums and leans back in his chair with his legs crossed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, swallowing the plea that wants to escape. I don't want to fight. But it seemed like a waste. 

"So you aren't going to tell me at least? I thought you trusted me the most." 

"It's an advance to use our shipments to move contraband to the States. I agreed on the deal a couple of weeks ago. It's a new development, and I wanted to wait until the money came in to mention it." 

Tommy doesn't count it as a lie because he doesn't know how much truth is in it. That means the way Luke can always tell when he’s bullshitting won’t work, right?

Luke's eyes opened, and his head lulled to the side. Even in the afternoon light, they both took a minute to take each other in. Tommy only noticed the faint freckles on the man's face the first time they had lunch in their civilian clothes. Luke didn't realize how clear and deep Tommy's eyes could be until the first time he laughed in the safety of Luke's apartment. That was years ago, and yet they still found something new in each other almost every day.

"Too easy," Luke says after a few moments. Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigarette case. "Come here." 

John was right. If it had been anyone else, Tommy would have cut them. But it wasn't anyone else; it was Luke Anderson. Tommy came and leaned against the large table, watching as Luke placed a thin stick between his lips then motioned with his fingers for Tommy to bend down to his level. It was an action they did often enough. Yet, the slight brush of fingertips against Tommy's lips when the work of taking a cigarette was done for him still resulted in a shiver. Tommy's is lit first per usual, then Luke worries about himself. 

"Maybe I make it too easy for you," Luke says again. His eyes focus on a grand painting of a stallion on the wall, but his mind drifts. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you remember when you started coming around my apartment a couple of weeks after we got back? You said you couldn't sleep 'cause of the shovels. We talked like usual, but you let me hold you." 

"I was there," Tommy said with a nod. 

"That night you came on to me," 

"You came on to me."

"Sure," Luke appeased too quickly, a sure sign that they'd never agree. "You said you wanted to be rich. You wanted to rise in this country you gave too much too, and end up on top. I knew there was something before then that made me like you, but when I heard your vision, I could see it so clearly. 

“I knew right then I was going to be there for it, for you. Tommy wants to be rich? I'll make him rich. Tommy wants to rise up? I'll clear the path for him. Tommy wants to be on top? I'll get him that crown." 

Luke took a drag of his cigarette and let the smoke release in a single heavy breath. In all honestly, it made Tommy's chest warm to hear it. Regardless of who pushed who into the mattress that night, the conversation was ingrained in Tommy's mind, and the actions after made him fall in love. 

Luke became a model businessman, charming and hypnotizing in a way that opened doors. He even managed to win over Esme with talks of owning as many animals she wanted, whenever she wanted, once they reached a few company milestones. Most importantly, Luke managed to take care of himself, so Tommy never had to worry... much. It was all for him. It was all for Tommy. 

"Luke,"

"You don’t have to work for it. Hell, you could start lying to me I guess. I'll still be at your side until you don't want me to be. And then a little more after that." Luke took another drag, then let his eyes shift over and connect with Tommy's. “Too fucking easy.”

"I know."

"Then what are you hiding for?"

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Tommy Tag: @soleil-dor;  @amysteryspot​; @captivatedbycillianmurphy

Peaky Blinders Tag List: @lilymurphy03

[theladyofdeath]

One Dance {Rowaelin}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 8.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “whoops you’re wearing the same costume as my best friend, I did not mean to hug you and kiss your cheek, where is my friend?? but you’re cute so I mean, this is fine”

Autumn/Halloween 2020 {Collection}

Aelin entered the club, looking around for Dorian.

She’d gotten pissed when he texted saying that instead of waiting for her outside, he’d been dragged in by a grumpy Chaol who was upset over his breakup with Yrene and in desperate need of a drink.

Fine, she had texted back, but you better have a drink ready for me when I get there.

That’s what led her to the moment she stepped through the entryway and was looking for a tall pirate with two drinks in his hand. She wasn’t exactly sure what kind of pirate he had come as, but she assumed that Dorian would have gone all out.

He loved Halloween.

So, when she spotted a long, velvet pirate’s coat with a feathered pirate’s hat in the distance, she was running through the crowd toward him. 

She yelled his name, but the Monster Mash was turned up to max volume and his back remained pointed in her direction. 

“Dorian!” she yelled, again, as she approached him, throwing her arms around his neck and pecking a kiss against his cheek. 

Except, when she leaned back and her eyes opened, her smile fell.

The man looking down at her was not, in fact, Dorian and bore no resemblance to her best friend in any way, save for their tastes in costumes apparently.

The stranger’s eyebrows rose and she watched as his eyes took in her own costume. “I didn’t anticipate catching a mermaid tonight, but I guess stranger things could happen.”

Aelin was blushing so hard that she knew the tips of her ears were pink, and she blurted out, “I’m so sorry, my friend was supposed to be getting me a drink and he’s also a pirate.”

Not that I mind, she added, in her mind. You’re hot as hell. 

The stranger was looking around before the side of his lips twitched upward. “There are a lot of us, it seems, that found ourselves in a pirate costume.”

Aelin nodded, taking another short step back, considering she was still nearly pressed up against his body. “It is a classic.” 

“That it is,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh, it’s okay, by the way.”

Aelin lifted a brow. “Sorry?”

“You apologized for bombarding me,” he clarified. “I was just saying, you know, it’s okay.”

“Good,” Aelin breathed, that awkwardness swirling in the pit of her stomach like an unplanned hurricane. “I’m Aelin, by the way. In case you wanted to retell this story to your friends.”

He chuckled. “I’m Rowan.”

“Aelin!”

She turned and found Dorian and Chaol in a booth just a few feet away.

Chaol was dressed up as a cowboy, complete with the hat and boots and she knew that was Dorian’s doing, too. Speaking of her best friend, he held up a second glass that looked like it held whiskey and she said, “I guess that’s my cue. It was nice to meet you.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

Aelin blinked and said, “What? Dorian? No, he’s just a friend.”

“And the depressed cowboy?” Rowan asked, his lips quirking up at the edges.

“Definitely not,” she laughed. “He’s just a friend.”

“Hmm,” Rowan went on, nodding slowly.

Aelin cleared her throat. “Yeah, so...do you want to join us?”

“Oh, I can’t,” he said, sighing. “My friends are about here, I was roped into a bros-Halloween. One of us got dumped.”

“Ah,” Aelin chuckled.

Rowan clarified, “It wasn’t me, by the way.”

Aelin chuckled, again, as Dorian called for her. “Aelin! Come on, your ice is melting!”

“I’ll see you around, then,” Aelin said. “Have fun.”

She liked to pretend that he was watching her hips sway as she walked toward the booth and plopped down next to Dorian. 

“Who was that?” Dorian asked, sipping from his bottle.

Aelin shrugged. “Someone I thought was you.”

He scoffed. “How could you ever mistake that generic knock off for this premium pirate product?” He gestured to his long coat and floppy hat.

She rolled her eyes and shoved him, drinking from the short glass. She looked at Chaol, sitting with his arms crossed and glaring at anyone who walked by. “How ya holding up?”

His eyes slid to her and Aelin wondered if it was possible to set someone on fire with just a gaze, because if so, she was dangerously close to becoming ashes.

“Right, well.” Aelin tossed her drink back, swallowing it in one big gulp. “I’m going to get another drink and then Dor, we’re gonna dance.”

Dorian groaned. “I don’t want to dance with you, Ace. If I dance with you, no other woman will dance with me because they’ll think we’re here together.” He gestured to the both of them, specifically at their unintentionally similarly themed costumes.

She rolled her eyes and stood. “Fine, but I’m still going to get another drink.”

She stood, and headed for the crowded bar.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to take notice of her, Aelin in her sparkly sea-shell bra and long, turquoise tail. Her hair and makeup were also done to perfection, thanks to the fact that her cousin’s fiancée was a cosmetologist. 

Lysandra Ennar could do it all, including creating the perfect mermaid look. 

“Sex on the Beach!” she yelled, once the bartender asked what she wanted, deciding to keep the mermaid theme going, even with her beverages.

Besides, Sex on the Beach was one of her favorites. Definitely in the top ten. 

A moment later, as she was waiting, a low voice rang in her ear. “Already onto drink number two?”

Aelin spun around and was met with the halfway open shirt of Pirate Rowan.

Captain Rowan?

She assumed he owned his own ship.

A large one, at that.

“Of course,” she crooned. “It’s a party, isn’t it?” 

“I suppose it is,” he agreed. “What are you drinking?”

Aelin cocked her head to the side. “Why do you ask?”

Rowan’s smile was small, devious. “I just want to know what to ask the bartender to make for you next time your drink runs out.”

Aelin shook her head, slowly. “Sex on the Beach.”

Rowan’s eyes wandered down her mermaid costume, then back up to her eyes. “Got a theme going on?” 

“Of course.” Aelin shrugged. “The whiskey was delicious, but a mermaid drinking whiskey? Not so realistic.”

Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “And a mermaid drinking Sex on the Beach?”

Aelin’s eyes lit up. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” 

He chuckled and she asked, “Where are your friends?”

He looked behind them, in the direction of more booths lining the walls. “One is sulking in the booth, two are playing pool, and…” He paused and looked around. “One is making out with someone on the dance floor.”

A laugh sputtered from Aelin. “Your poor heartbroken friend is miserable.”

“Oh, that’s not the heartbroken one,” Rowan chuckled, tossing a thumb over his shoulder, towards his friend with dark hair, not even wearing a costume, looking like he would rather be anywhere else. “He’s just a crabby, piece of shit.” He turned and pointed to the blonde guy with his tongue down a woman’s throat.  “That’s the one who got dumped.”

“Oh,” Aelin chuckled. “He seems to be moving on.”

“Moving on or happily forgetting, one of the two,” Rowan chuckled.

Aelin’s drink was placed in front of her on the bar and she happily took a sip from the glass. “Did you come here for a drink?”

Rowan hesitated. “Something like that.”

Aelin took a long sip, her eyes remaining on his, before she asked, “Something like that?” 

“Are you in a hurry to get back to your friends?” he asked, stepping closer to her. 

Aelin looked over his shoulder, to where Chaol was still moping in their booth, and to Dorian, where he was now dancing with a girl dressed as a slutty vampire. 

“Depends why you’re asking,” Aelin answered, at last. 

Rowan looked at Aelin for a long moment before motioning to the bartender, who hurried off to fulfill Rowan’s needs.

Aelin was impressed. “On a first name basis with the bartender?”

Rowan reached behind her, to the glass of scotch that was sitting on the bar. ”Something like that.” 

“Something like that?” Aelin chuckled.

Rowan took a long, slow drink from his glass. “Dance with me.” 

Aelin took one more look at Dorian, who was holding the hips of the blonde vampire, his eyes closed, having the time of his life.

“One dance,” Aelin said, and Rowan took her hand. 

They placed their glasses on the bar and took off, going into the middle of the Halloween-chaos. Aelin wasn’t sure what to think about Rowan. At first glance, she wouldn’t think he was the type to let himself loose on the dancefloor, and maybe it was just his alcohol consumption, but Rowan certainly knew how to move. 

One dance quickly became two turned into three. At one point, Rowan pulled her to the bar again for drinks, but they ended up back on the dance floor a few minutes later. Aelin wanted to sit down, but didn’t want Rowan to stop touching her, didn’t want him to stop holding onto her hips like he was.

Her feet were killing her, but she quickly decided that she didn’t care. 

Aelin continued to dance with Rowan, continued to drink with Rowan, continued flirting with him until her cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. 

After a while, she looked over to make sure her friends didn’t mind that she was off with some strange guy.

Dorian was now dancing with a woman dressed as Princess Peach.

Chaol was laying on top of the table of their booth, sipping from a tall glass of whiskey. 

“You know, I thought tonight was going to be shit!” Rowan said, into Aelin’s ear above the music. 

“Yeah?” she asked, her arms around his neck. 

“Yeah,” he said, his lips brushing her ear, making her toes curl. “I’m dressed as a pirate at a nightclub, for the gods’ sake.”

Aelin tilted her head back as she laughed. “And now, what? It’s not shit?”

Rowan smiled, softly, and Aelin had no idea that someone in a fake pirate hat could look so incredibly sexy.

She didn’t hesitate, leaning up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. One of his hands slid into her hair and the other was pressed into the small of her back. Aelin melted into him, clutching at his shoulders. After a minute, she pulled away.

“No,” he breathed. “Not shit at all.”

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Wind of Change (Part 3/3)

Jaskier x Enchantress!Reader

Summary: One day two men come to your castle, just when you were already done with love, a certain bard catches your eye.

Leaving with Jaskier was possibly the best decision you ever made. 

But you did notice how careful he was around you. Deep down he knew you knew more about him than he shared. And the fact that he watched you move a mountain with a movement of your hand, did remind him just how strong you were.

Geralt went back to the village and told them the witch is gone, he never specified if he killed her or what happened, but he was paid handsomely for it.

Meanwhile, you followed Jaskier wherever he went. 

Since you traveled from one place to another, you hid your true identity. You chose to wear clothing women wore no more headpiece, jewels, and even changed the aura around you. When you changed yourself, Jaskier had a moment when he didn't recognize you. Geralt said he knew it was you from the smell for which you accused him of being a hound. 

Your admiration and obsession for the bard was quite obvious. You weren't even sure yourself why he intrigued you so much. 

You heard many people sing in your life. You heard many beautiful songs. 

But his were special.

Jaskier's songs were different from any other. The passion he put into his songs was admirable and whenever he sang of a woman, you felt that jealousy in your blood boiling. 

The fact that he was a very handsome man also added to the list. 

In the beginning, Jaskier was oblivious. He thought your kindness was because you were alone for such a long time. 

"You should be forward with him. He doesn't understand signs," said Geralt as he gave you a bowl of stew and some bread. You thanked him. 

"But I'm not even sure what I want."

"What do you mean? You are always confident."

"I look confident, but I'm not. You know my story, Geralt."

"Jaskier is not like that." was what Geralt said before Jaskier joined the two of you at the fire. 

He plopped down and started talking about what the people in town told him.

You could only stare at his profile. You thought to yourself what were you doing here.

You could do anything, literally, with your powers everything was possible. And yet you were like a teenage girl having their first crush.

And Jaskier was so oblivious.

He didn't notice when you scared a young woman away who dared to look at him two seconds too long.

He didn't notice how you dealt with the monster that wanted to bite his head off.

He didn't notice the way you looked at him.

But Geralt did.

Geralt saw just how true your feelings were. If he was honest with himself at the beginning when you joined the two, he was skeptical, but you proved yourself. 

And now, he was getting very frustrated with how the two of you danced around but didn't say anything to the other.

Oh, yes, Jaskier wasn't the only one who didn't notice the other's true feelings. 

You were just as blind.

Geralt noticed how Jaskier stopped flirting with women. Geralt noticed how Jaskier would silently sit and watch you do anything and he would let out that longing sigh.

And Geralt saw the songs, oh so many songs that Jaskier wrote about your beauty, kindness, and power. Geralt saw it all. And he knew he needed to act, do something so the thickness would finally disappear from the air whenever both of you were around. 

Passing through a particular town seemed to cause trouble, although you wore a hoodie, you could still hear people whisper behind you.

"Two rooms." said Geralt as he placed the coins on the table in the tavern, your head whipped towards him and so did Jaskier's. 

"One for me and two for my friends here, they are married." said Geralt when the man in front of him started to question him. IT surprised you but you went along with it, holding Jaskier’s hand to stop the man from asking further questions. 

This is how you found yourself in a room with only one small bed. 

"I will sleep on the floor." said Jaskier.

"No, you take the bed, I won't sleep tonight."

"Don't be silly, you need to rest." argued Jaskier.

"Actually, not really. I usually just 'sleep' to give you and Geralt the illusion, but most of the time I'm up. I don't need as much sleep as you two do." you said as you sat down on the windowsill, looking up at the sky as you saw clouds gather.

"It will rain soon."

"I love you." your eyes widened at the voice behind you. You slowly looked at Jaskier who stood right next to the bed. 

As if he was struck by lightning, he realized what he just said. He didn't mean to say it out loud, it was meant to be just his thought.

But in that split second when you looked at it and then he realized what he just said, he knew he couldn't hide it any longer. He quickly walked over to you and grabbed your hands, he knelt down in front of you and placed one of your hands on his chest, above his heart while he held the other. 

Jaskier looked into your eyes.

"I love you." he took a deep breath before he continued. "I know I'm only a mortal, while you are a Goddess. But my feelings are true and they come deep from my heart. I know you can feel it."

"I do. But I'm worried. Last time I fell in love... it didn't end so well." 

"I'm nothing like that idiot. He was a fool for not realizing the amazing woman that you are." you looked into his eyes, searching for something that would suggest he lied, anything to give you doubt but you found nothing. Jaskier was telling the truth and it made you very happy. 

Jaskier watched as you moved to stand up and so did he, his eyes never leaving yours. He was taller than you as you looked up at him. You offered him a smile which he returned.

"I love you too." you whispered and leaned up to kiss him.

He didn't need to be told twice, his lips met yours in a sweet and slow kiss.

You damned the lungs of a mortal for he needed to pull away to get some air into them. He placed his forehead against yours and he slowly started to sway you in his arms.

Even though you were one of the most powerful beings on the planet, you felt so fragile but safe at the same time in his arms.

You knew that your relationship will face a lot of difficulties, there will be a lot of arguments and uncertainty. But you also knew that there will be even more happiness. Even more kisses and declarations of love, longing gazes, and holding one another. 

But in that very moment, as he leaned in to kiss you one more time, all you could think about how perfectly his lips molded with yours. 

And how much you loved this man.

He came into your life and turned it upside down, for the better. He was the wind of change in your life which you so desperately needed, and you didn't even know about it.

The End

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this short story! I hope you enjoyed it.

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Okay- I heard that you’re a Bakugou stan too so I just had to request something 🥺 uhm maybe some childhood best friends to lovers headcanons for Bakugou, Hawks and Tamaki? I read through a lot of your works and your writing ??? Is beautiful! 💖

Bakugou stans 🙌🙌 Thank you for requesting!! ❤️💜❤️

Bakugo Katsuki 🧡

-You were a family friend, so bakugou has known you all his life.

-In your younger years, you wouldn't have called yourselves friends.

-He was always leader, always the one who makes decisions to everyone else to follow.

-So if you consider being his minion means friendship, well that's your own problem.

-But as you two grew up, you developed something even stronger than mere friends, you're the one he always complains too, show his true colors to, the one he's always calm around and admire.

-At first he thought it was nothing. The beating of his heart whenever he's around you is nothing. The jealousy flowing in his veins is normal.

-But that wasn't the case.

-After a long time of pondering and thinking he finally realized his attraction to you, it was more than a crush, he actually loves you.

-And while at first he decided to do nothing about it, not wanting any distraction from his lifelong goal, he couldn't take it anymore.

-Everytime you talked about a guy or girl, the love that shines in your eyes, making his heart sink. The sadness you'd experience after each heartbreak, turns to his misery.

-If it was him, he'd never break your heart, never make you cry.

-Having enough, he finally decided to confess. He'll do it, and if you don't reciprocate his feelings, he'll know to keep his distance.

-But thank whatever god there's above, that you did feel the same way.

-Honestly, no one was surprised. It was so obvious that you two had some feelings dor each other, but no one dared to intervene.

-Now, nothing much has changed between the two of you, you still had your playful banters, you still yell at him when he's too loud, and he keeps pushing you to stand up for yourself.

-Although, in a more private setting, something has changed.

-He's more romantic, softer and happier.

-He loves to hold you in his arms, hug you and kiss you.

-And honestly how can you refuse his warmth?

Hawks 🦅

-How did you two meet, or become friends, you'll never know.

-Neither of you remember, the only sure thing is that you two are inseparable.

-Since childhood, you two were glued by the hips!

-It's never just Hawks and never just Y/n, it's always Hawks and y/n!!

-If anyone needs to talk to you and doesn't find you Hawks is the first person they ask, and vice versa.

-You even have adorable nicknames for each other.

-He calls you his sweet marshmallow, a little inside joke between the two of you.

-And you call him Flygo , for like.... Obvious reasons.

-And if anyone else tries to call you with each others nicknames, they gon catch these hands!!

-No idea how it happened and when it happened, but something between you changed.

-Your hugs seem to last longer, your eyes held different emotions, you sit closer to each other, longing to feel the other hand's brushing on your skin.

-And just that desire, that need to feel the other's lips ontop of yours, moving so in sync.

-Till neither of you could take it anymore.

-During your friday movie sessions, Keigo couldn't take his eyes off you, and he just snapped.

-Pausing the movie, and holding your chin between his fingers, gently turning your head so you were facing him, he did it.

-The kiss was short, but you both poured every emotion in it, so intense you couldn't wait to taste him more.

-Ugh the love that radiates between the two of you, teeth rotting sweet!!

-If you two were already considered glued to each other, people really aren't ready for the relationship.

-Your hands always in his, your head always resting on his shoulder.

-And the cutest part is the adoring kiss he gives you around paparazzi.

-Stop being so adorable, the others are getting jealous!!!

Tamaki Amajiki 🐙

-You were Mirio's friend first.

-But all Mirio's friends are your friends, and that's how your story with Tamaki began.

-You always stood up for him, and he always fight for you.

-You complete each other.

-Friend goals? Tamaki and Y/n!!

-When he's around you, he's less anxious.

-All his worries melting away, he felt just so comfortable around you.

-Everyone always asks you to tell them your secret, how do you make Tamaki smile so brightly.

-You always tell them it's friends privileges.

-Your names in each other's phones is the cutes.

-Platonic soulmate, his with an octopus in the side and yours with a butterfly.

-Even though, you two tell each other everything, there's one secret you two kept from the other.

-You have feeling for each other!!

-Mirio knew and he couldn't take it anymore.

-It's so obvious! From the way you always blushed around the timid boy.

-The way he always tries to be so close to you.

-God someone help our poor blondy.

-But the obvious pinning, made Mirio loose his mind, to the point he got you two together.

-How did he do it, it's still a mystery, but he convinced Tamaki to ask you out.

-Cutest couple award goes tooooo.... TamaY/n.

-Yes you two have a ship name, the school came up with it and we don't talk about that.

-But really you both are so adorable. The blush on tamaki's cheeks when he's holding your hand.

-The sweet kiss you give him before going to a different class.

-So adorable.

-And noe to prove your relationship status, your names on your phones changed.

-Now it's simple "Soulmate" with the matching emoji!