#fireheart-and-the-illyrians

[nikethestatue]

Some readers in this fandom are way too concerned about 'commonality' between characters who become couples. If he possesses one trait and she does too, then somehow, they are more destined to become a couple. I think the fixation on 'mates are the same/similar' is greatly misinterpreted.

Look at any SJMs couple and they actually have very little in common--Rowan and Aelin are almost polar opposites. He is calm, droll, dry, collected, and she is...well, she is a FIREheart.

Lorcan and Elide have even less in common, yet they find peace and home within each other.

Chaol and Yrene, he is a soldier, she is a healer. Rhys and Feyre, he is a High Fae Lord, she is a human girl who hunts.

I think that what SJM meant was that they compliment each other. THey aren't the same. Their powers aren't the same. Their accomplishments aren't the same. The commonalities that people seek out and then yell 'look at this! Az sings, Gwyn sings!' are actually just that--commonalities. But they are not compliments--and in every instance, the main characters in ships complimented and echoed each other. Just like Feyre was the breadwinner, the person who sacrificed for her family, the person who offered her happiness again and again in exchange for peace and quiet for others, so is Rhysand the caregiver and caretaker of his Court, of his Inner Circle. Elide was the one with a lost home to which she yearned to return, with a purpose, with a love for something greater than herself, and Lorcan was a weed blowing in the wind, homeless and purposeless, tethered only to one thing, his obsession, which was Maeve. Elide soothed and freed him from his tether, and offered him what he yearned for the most, which is home. She was a limping, forgotten girl and he was possibly the most powerful Fae along with Rowan in existence. They seemingly had nothing in common.

Just like Elain and Azriel--a flower grower and an Illyrian warrior with 7 siphons. A torturer and a nurturer. A shadowsinger and a ray of sunshine. Doesn't seem like they have much in common.

But shadows cannot exist without sunshine.

[blodgmonster]

PART 2 of my Kingdom of Ash reread commentary that no one but Lindsey reads lol.

-- shit, I forgot that Kaltain has a cameo in this one.

-- Lysandra shifting into a horse and letting a dying boy onto her back, where he dies and freezes to her. God, what a powerful image. And Aedion is STILL being a dick to her. Kicking her out barefoot and naked into the snow. What happened to the Aedion I knew and loved? I know in the end they get back together but if I were Lysandra I don't think there is any way that I could EVER forgive him for treating me like that. Get with Ren, sweetheart, at least he's kind to you. Aedion:

-- "'I'm so tired, Rowan.' His heart strained again. 'I know, Fireheart.' "

-- I forgot that Aelin gives Lorcan the blood oath. Hahaha ha even HE gets the oath before Aedion.

-- they're using wyvern with clipped wings to drag the siege towers and I hate that so much. How dare you clip the wings that you gave them? Poor darlings.

-- hell yeah, the calvary is here!

-- Lysandra poses as Aelin in order to reform the lines. "Her scream as poisoned talons ripped through her thigh sounded above the din of the battle. She went down, shield rising to cover herself. He took it back. He took back everything he had said to her, every moment of anger in his heart." ... "Useless. He'd called her useless. Had thrown her into the snow naked. He took it back."... " She held her ground. Did not yield one inch to the ilken, who advanced another step. For Terrasen, she would do this. For Aelin. He took it back. He took it all back." LYSANDRA IS A QUEEN, A VIP, A GODDESS AND YOU DON'T DESERVE HER, YOU CALLOUS FUCK. Aedion needs to spend the rest of his gods forsaken life attoning for how crappy he treated my girl..

-- "A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own." The female friendships in this series are really where it's at. Aelin and Lysandra. Aelin and Elide. Aelin and Yrene. Aelin and Ansel. Aelin and Manon. Aelin and Nehemia. Aelin and Nersyn. Elide and Manon. Manon and the Thirteen. Nesryn and Borte. Nesyrn and Yrene. Yrene and Hasar. I'm probably missing a few. But they're so good and I think one of the reasons I like ToG better than ACOTAR. Let's name the female friendships in the ACOTAR series, shall we. Feyre and Alis. Feyre and Mor. Nesta and the Valkyeries. Elain and those two wraiths. Is anyone REALLY friends with Amren? Mor and Vivianne. The Archeron sisters love each other but it would be a stretch to call them friends. And that's it. Some of those friendships are not explored. And the friendships, with the exception of Nesta and the Valkyeries, don't really impact the plot. In ToG these friendships are absolutely VITAL to the plot.

-- Fenrys Moonbeam, you absolute legend.

-- "I am so, so tired, Rowan." Gods, give Aelin a fucking break.

-- SJM says so and so's "brows narrowed" a lot and I think she means furrowed?? I can't make my eyebrows get narrower....without plucking.

-- "I have NEVER felt as humiliated as I did when you threw me in the snow. When you called me a lying bitch in front of our allies. NEVER....I was once forced to crawl before men. And gods above, I nearly crawled for you these months. And yet it takes me nearly dying for you to realize you've been an ass? It takes me nearly dying for you to see me as human again?" GET HIM, LYSANDRA!! DRAG HIM TO FILTH!!!

-- Dorian trying out being a woman and considering slipping into a tent to rub one out. Dude. Focus.

-- Manon drawing a line in the snow, holding the line against the High Witches. Reminds me of Nesta holding the line against the Illyrians to give her friends time to get to the summit. My GIRLS.

-- Her grandmother fleeing, fucking coward.

-- MANON BLACKBEAK CROCHAN, QUEEN OF WITCHES!!!!

-- Aelin rocking up to battle in golden armor. Fuck yeah!!!!!

Halfway through the book. Part 3 coming soon.

[sapphoesie]

Hello darling!! I was just wondering if you could tag me in your Phantom or the Opera fic? Thank you 😁

Of course!

[acourtofbooklovers]

Amazing Fan art by @monicaa_borg

[sak2605]

Possible ACOTAR link to Throne of Glass - Illyrians *spoilers though not for Koa*

Could the Illyrian race found in ACOTAR world originate in the ToG world?

In the later books of the ToG series, it is known that Erawan and the valg have been experimenting, creating different creatures of darkness. Is it possible that mixing a certain type of valg with wings with perhaps very strong high fae lead to the illyrians? Erawan does seem to like breeding creatures of darkness as warriors, and illyrians are brilliant warriors.

Erawan tends to dwell in the mountains of Morath, and a lot of the illyrians live in the mountains too. Could it be because that’s where they were made? It is said the Illyrians migrated from somewhere else, away from the main island of Prythian (I can’t remember the name). Could it be Morath, but under a new name?

Some of the war bands have been described as brutal, and insinuated to be nasty pieces of work. What if it’s because they were a result of torture, war and also Valg evilness inside them? As we know, not all illyrians are bad so perhaps we won’t use the valg as an excuse for the bad ones. However...Rhysand’s ancestors were known to be cruel and awful, and look at how wonderful of a man he turned out 🤷🏽‍♀️ also, @viktoriastel pointed out that the Cochrans are a result of fae and valg, and they’re considered very powerful and not wholly evil. So maybe the Illyrians could be part valg!

Who knows, maybe we’ll find out in Kingdom of Ash, the last Throne of Glass book which comes out this year!

I’ve just made a new post talking about Rhys (and possibly Illyrians) being related to the witches in ToG if you wanna have a look!

[helenaveee]

My fancast for Azriel, Illyrian warrior and Shadowsinger. "Like their High Lord, the males—warriors—were dark-haired, tan-skinned. But unlike Rhys, their eyes were hazel and fixed on me as I at last stepped close—to the waiting House of Wind behind them." "But the second male, the more classically beautiful of the two … Even the light shied from the elegant planes of his face. With good reason. Beautiful, but near-unreadable. He’d be the one to look out for—the knife in the dark."

My fancast links for ACOTAR and TOG are below!

ACOTAR

Feyre Archeron

Rhysand

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Lucien Vanserra

Morrigan

Azriel

Cassian

Amren

Helion Spell Cleaver

Kallias and Viviane

Vassa

Miryam

THRONE OF GLASS

Aelin

Lysandra

Aedion

Nesryn Faliq

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Sartaq

Yrene Towers

Manon Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lorcan Salvaterre

*All photo edits are done by me

[book2sims]

TS4 Bookish Holiday Ideas

Holidays are annoying most of the time but this definitely helped me when I get bored of the game. Sometimes, I would have no idea what to do for a certain sim day or I get bored of a save file because I don’t have any story or nothing was happening. Lo and behold, a holiday comes up and forces me to do something with my sim. It forces me to actually travel out of my home lot to do some fun things.

I do have a lot of custom holidays in my game, including those inspired from tv shows and movies as well as real life holidays. But this will be focused on some holidays I added that are heavily inspired by books I’ve read.

This will be separated into 3 sections: vanilla, mod optional, and modded.

*Boxed items are mods.

Keep reading for links and modded version.

Bookish Clubs Ideas here!

*Gave Noir - serve low quality pufferfish nigiri for a deadly version Dregs of Ketterdam - pretend we have waffles instead of pancakes The Hunger Games - Go Camping and Go Hiking are optional Illyrian Blood Rite - I think this is only for fitness stuff pack and not updated for Mt. Komorebi. I wasn't able to find one but that would be ideal.

IN-GAME ALTERNATIVES:

Fireheart - Romantic Spirit Scholar's Moon Festival - Party Spirit instead of Dancing Suli Acrobats - Attend Holiday Ceremony

MODS NEEDED:

Yamachan - Simsbyalyne Voidcritters, Go Rock Wall Climbing - Icemunmun Dancing, Circus - Littlemssam 1, 2 Play Pirate - Caradiel All Others - KiaraSims4

More Holiday Icons - Zerbu

BOOKS MENTIONED:

Kehanni's Farewell Tale - An Ember in the Ashes Caraval - Caraval Komedie Brute - Six of Crows Gave Noir - Three Dark Crowns Loveboat Taipei - Loveboat, Taipei Winter Fete - Shadow and Bone Illea Capital Report - The Selection - Starfield Convention - Geekerella The Thirteen Blackbeak Coven - Throne of Glass - Dregs of Ketterdam - Six of Crows Fireheart -Throne of Glass Fjerda National Day - Six of Crows Bob says hello - Percy Jackson and the Olympians Scholar's Moon Festival - An Ember in the Ashes Suli Acrobats - Six of Crows WCKD is Good - Maze Runner Starfall - A Court of Thorns and Roses Calanmai - A Court of Thorns and Roses The Hunger Games - The Hunger Games King of Scars - King of Scars Illyrian Blood Rite - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Do you play with bookish holidays too? I’d love to know!

[nikethestatue]

Name Day

Thanks to @tswaney17 for the inspiration and the idea! Sometimes this is what happens one afternoon when we start thinking of Azriel’s and Elain’s baby’s names.

Her whimsical tale of Elain’s and Bryaxis’ friendship can be found here It’s a good prep for this story

This is the continuation of my Azriel and Elain’s baby story The Depth of Your Eyes which can be found here 

No warnings. Fluff and babies. 

Name Day

“Will you calm down?” Nesta asked. She was shaking her head, wearing nothing but a satin slip, as she was brushing her hair.

“I am down!” Cassian retorted, eyeing himself in the mirror, smoothing his hair.

“You’d think you are a maid on your first courting,” muttered Nesta, as she began to braid her hair slowly, amused by her mate, as he preened before the mirror.

“I want to look appropriate,” he explained. “We are Guardians. It’s an important position.”

“Yes, I know. But this is the fifth or sixth shirt that you’ve tried on. We are coordinating colours. Your outfit is all ready and waiting and I don’t understand why you are fussing so much,” she slid on the bed and cooed to the baby, who was observing all this commotion with quiet amusement.

“Gods, he is a puffball,” it was Cassian’s turn to shake his head, watching the baby in the reflection of the mirror.

“He is a little fatty,” Nesta agreed, “but he is already dressed and ready to go. While you…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassian looked at the shirt that Nesta had selected and began re-dressing for the fifth time today. “Do we still not know the name?”

She shrugged. “No.”

He proposed, “what if it’s something really strange?”

Nesta rolled her eyes slightly, as she slipped into her powder-blue velvet and lace gown, and approached her mate, her bare back turned to him. He began buttoning her up, without her prompting, while kissing her neck gently.

“He is watching,” she reminded him, but her eyes closed and she stroked his cheek, as her head lay on his shoulder.

“He is a baby.”

“He is Azriel’s baby,” she noted. “He is always watching!”

Cassian huffed in agreement. Azriel’s baby did indeed watch everything and everyone with interest and calm assertion, as if planning a strategy in his head. He reclined in some bouncy contraption, his short arms thick with multiple folds, and resting contently on his round belly. For a month-old infant, he sure looked like he was about six months at least. And not only because of his impressive heft, but also his scrutinizing gaze, that floated from object to person, taking in every detail.

Cassian cupped Nesta’s bottom in his wide palm and squeezed lightly,

“You want to…” he murmured hotly in her ear and she screeched in response, “Noooo! Are you insane? We are not doing that in front of our baby nephew.”

“We can turn him around,” Cassian suggested, unrelenting.

“Get dressed!” she snapped.

Cassian offered a petulant sigh in response and she stepped out of his arms, while he began buttoning his own shirt.

“So, no name?”

“How complicated can it be?” she pondered, stretching on the bed, and offering a rattle to the baby, who wasn’t hugely entertained by it, but took it nevertheless. “He is Elain and Azriel’s son. They are not…They are not you,” she added at last.

“What about me?”

“Well, they are not going to name him Stormwind Lightning Strike Archeron. Or Fireheart Blazing Ruby Archeron,”

“Both,” he interrupted her quickly, snapping his fingers, “are excellent names! I am putting them on the list.”

“No list!”

“Yes, they go on the list,” he insisted.

“You know,” she stroked her nephew’s soft black curl on top of his round head, “it will be something elegant and simple. Oren. Lorien. Rivendell… Something like that.”

“Boring,” huffed Cassian, finally slipping into his trousers.

At first, he wanted to go to the ceremony in full armour, to bring his nephew into the ‘warrior spirit’ right away, according to him. Elain gently suggested that perhaps, that’s a little much for a baby naming ceremony.

The door to Nesta’s River Manor opened quietly and Azriel slipped in.

“What’s boring?” he asked with a smile. Especially when his baby boy almost leapt from his bouncy seat at the sight of him. “Hello, my love,” he whispered, sitting on the bed and immediately kissing the baby’s little fist. “I’ve missed you already…Mama is still getting dressed. And she is going to be the most beautiful mama in the world,” he glanced at Nesta, “well, I mean,”

Nesta smiled and waved her hand dismissively, “She will be. Besides, I am not a mama,”

“Not yet,” piped Cassian quickly.

“Not yet a mama,” she agreed peacefully, “so Elain can claim the title.”

She observed the normally cool, composed, detached shadowsinger absolutely disintegrate in front of his son into a puddle of loving coos, belly rubs and kisses. She’d seen him soft and loving and gentle with Elain, which was an unusual sight in itself, but this was something else entirely.

“So, what’s boring?” Azriel remembered, as he rocked the baby against his chest.

“The name…Are we ever going to find out?” Cassian inquired, tightening his belt and looking at Azriel. “As Guardians, don’t you think we should know?”

“Oh, and you think my baby’s name will be boring?” Azriel cocked his brow.

“Well, it’s not going to be Thunderheart Powerwarrior,” muttered Nesta under her breath.

“I didn’t say that,” Cassian argued quickly.

Azriel gave him a measured look and then offered a resigned sigh, “I suppose you should know,”

“What is it?” exclaimed Cassian eagerly, rubbing his hands. Nesta perked up as well, “Yes, what is it?”

“Bryaxis,” said Azriel calmly, kissing his son’s cheek.

Cassian paled.

Nesta blanched.

“Are you fucking nuts?” groaned Cassian, a terrified expression on his face.

Nesta, who stood near him, elbowed him, muttering, “stop cursing in front of an infant!”

“An infant that these deranged parents want to name Bryaxis!” bellowed Cassian.

Then, Cassian stepped forwards and extended his arms, “No. No. Give me the baby!”

“Why?” Azriel pressed his son a little closer.

“No. You cannot be trusted with a child!” growled Cassian, his eyes blazing, “Absolutely not! Pfff,” he huffed loudly, “Bryaxis! Bryaxis!”

He was then almost speechless, just shaking his head silently, giving Nesta wild looks.

“Umm,” she interjected quietly, “are you sure?” she looked imploringly at Azriel. This was a shock indeed. What in the seven hells were they thinking?

“You know Bryaxis is Elain’s friend,” reminded them Azriel, a smile playing on his lips. “So, we thought,”

“No,” snarled Cassian. “Give me the kid! Right now,”

“Are you going to run away with him?” inquired Azriel.

“If I have to. If I must save him and keep him away from you two crazies, then yes!”

“He is still my son,”

“Not anymore. Not when you decided to name him Bryaxis!”

“But Bryaxis is a,”

“Shut up, Az,” Cassian visibly shuddered at the memory.

He never did accept Elain’s friendship with the monster that was Fear itself. Never understood how she willingly went to the depths of Library to chat with the Darkness and allowed it to roam the gardens of her villa. Thankfully, it was secluded enough not to have Bryaxis terrify everyone in sight.

“He is your neighbour,” reminded him Azriel with a chuckle. “He actually lives in your house!”

“Hey, it’s not because I invited him!” argued Cassian. “If you want it, you can have it, and it can live in your house! Since your wife is such good friends with it.”

The door was thrown open after a sharp knock and Mor appeared on the doorstep, “What is the delay?!!” she demanded by way of her greeting.

Before anyone could respond, she ordered, “Come on! Let’s go! Everyone is waiting,”

Azriel handed the baby to Nesta, and whispered something in her ear.

“Please don’t run away with my child,” he begged his brother.

Cassian begged, “Please don’t name your child Bryaxis! Az, ple-“

But Azriel disappeared in a swirl of his shadows.

It was a lovely, sunny morning. The emerald green lawn of the River Estate was set up with benches and chairs, which were decorated with ribbons and the colours of the Night Court and Azriel’s cobalt blue.

The small group of guests were seated, informally, around a gazebo that was made of branches and decorated with garlands of blue flowers of every colour and hue. Azriel and Elain stood there, hand in hand, waiting for the Guardians to bring the baby forth.

At last, Cassian and Nesta appeared, Cassian holding an Illyrian shield, which was draped in Azriel’s baby blanket. Somehow, Azriel’s mother kept the simple, worn thing all these years, patching it over the centuries, to keep it presentable just for this occasion. Upon the shield, the baby lay, tugging on his feet, trying to roll over the edge, and being barely contained by his nervous aunt.

At last, Cassian and Nesta stopped under the gazebo. Cassian’s eyes were pleading with a silent lament, looking at his brother.

He didn’t hear half of what Rhys was saying. The baby was being welcomed into the fold of its people, as a citizen and son of the Night Court, as an Illyrian warrior, and as a son and protector of his people. Nesta finally grabbed the future ‘protector of his people’ off the damn shield, before he could tumble onto the grass below.

Cassian mutely shook his head, giving Azriel a death stare.

Once a bit of honey was dabbed onto the baby’s lips—for a sweet life—Feyre asked,

“Who names this child?”

“We do,” said Elain and Azriel in unison.

“What name will the child carry?” asked the baby’s grandmother.

With a heavy sight, Cassian joined Nesta’s hand in covering the baby’s head and then,

“Elessar Ramiel,” said Nesta loudly.

Cassian’s eyes blew wide. He whipped his head to Azriel and Elain, who were trying to stifle their laughter, shaking soundlessly against each other, looking at him.

Under the shield, he flashed both of them a vulgar gesture.

Well, at least it wasn’t Lanthys.

“Elessar Ramiel Archeron,” Cassian then repeated loudly alongside Nesta.

[lucien-stan]

Lucien, holding nyx and playing with him while IC are being their idiot selves and make joke about him being such a mom😁 i mean i already have some mental image of it

Okay I have had no idea what to do with this for so long, but I finally figured it out. Enjoy!

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Lucien was not good with kids. Somehow, at some point, everyone had assumed he was, and now he was here.

Babysitting.

And cauldron boil him, did Nyx scream.

Maybe Feyre and Rhys didn’t know how fucking useless Lucien was (Lucien doubted it). Maybe they didn’t care (more likely).

So he held Nyx. He fed him the mushy baby food. He held little toys that jingled in front of Nyx’s face and was relieved when he laughed and didn’t scream.

When Cassian arrived, Nyx had screamed himself to sleep in Lucien’s arms and Lucien was terrified that if he set the baby down, Nyx would wake up again and it would all start over again.

“How’s it going?” Cassian half-shouted from the door, and Lucien considered setting him on fire.

“Shhhh you mindless fucking brute,” Lucien hissed.

Cassian’s shoulders shot to his ears like a boy caught with a hand in the cookie jar, and he grimaced in that way which meant ‘oh shit. Fuck. I'm sorry. Fuck. I’ll be quiet,’ and Lucien easily forgave him.

Cassian tip-toed silently over to Lucien, just to peak over his shoulder to look at Nyx.

Lucien scowled.

“He’s fine,” Lucien said, glaring at the adoring Illyrian. Nyx sneezed (an unfortunately adorable thing to watch), but he was still asleep.

“He’s perfect."

Lucien didn’t mean to scoff. It was honestly involuntary.

And then Cassian was grinning again, and poking his elbow gently into Lucien’s side and Lucien was trying not to smile.

“You are such a mom,” Cassian said, and Lucien decided not to mention the moment an hour ago when Lucien had attempted to rock Nyx to sleep and he had wiggled out of his hands and half-fell, half-glided to the floor with those little bat wings of his. He just scoffed again.

And when Cassian leaned in and kissed Lucien on the temple, Lucien rolled his eyes. He didn’t blush.

He didn’t.

fin

Tag list:

@firebirdofscythia @stars-and-scripts @purplecherrypie @rozewayne2005 @inkstainedvictorian @highfaelucien @highlady-fireheart

[shyvioletcat]

Rudely Interrupted

It Takes Two managed to get 20 000 hits on Ao3 and I wrote this little thing to celebrate because I was just so excited! (I also bought myself some delicious cookies) Thanks for reading everyone!

Ps. This is set just after the beach trip with the other couples.

PPS running into some tagging issues bar with me

~ It Takes Two Masterlist ~

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It was not surprising at all how they found themselves in the current situation, all things considered. Aelin had taken the first shower, Rowan heading straight in after once she had appeared in their bedroom in her towel. He’d given her a look, but all she had done was given him a playful shove out the door. They were at home together today so Aelin didn’t bother to put on much more than one of Rowan’s t-shirts. By the time Rowan had finished his shower Aelin was in the kitchen eating the last of her toast. Then her boyfriend had waltzed right in, looking devastatingly handsome with his damp hair and bare chest, his athletic shorts sitting low on his hips. He’d come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, letting Aelin lean back into his chest. She’d closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh scent of his body wash. It was a scent she had become obsessed with the past few months, a weird pregnancy thing according to Rowan’s book.

And his scent and warmth and steady hands was all it took for her to turn around and kiss him.

It didn’t take long for Rowan to lift her up onto the counter to more easily kiss her senseless, it took Aelin even less time to slide his shorts off his hips–Rowan kicking them away with a soft chuckle before kissing her again. His hands were firm on her thighs, pulling her just that little bit closer as best he could with her stomach in the way.

What was surprising was the lock on the front door unlocking and then the door opening, something completely unexpected for the two of them. For one stuttering heartbeat they looked at each other with wide eyes–then they were moving. Rowan helped Aelin ease off the counter, making sure she was steady before frantically looking around for his pants. Ever the gentleman, he now didn’t have time for that as the footsteps came closer. All he had time to do was drop to the floor as their guest finally came into view, Rowan’s head smacking soundly on the cupboard.

“Hey, cuz,” Aedion said, hands in his pockets. “How are you this lovely morning?”

Truthfully, Aelin was still trying to catch her breath from their previous activities, she knew her face would still be flushed from the heavy makeout session. But she tried.

“It’s great. Good.” Aelin kept in her cringe at her own words. “What brings you here?”

Because she may or may not be quite annoyed at the intrusion, but was trying her hardest not to show it.

“Just came by to grab something,” Aedion explained. “Is Rowan around?”

Aelin nearly choked and couldn’t help the quick glance at the floor where Rowan sat, knees up and looking downright horrified.

“He’s ah– around here somewhere,” Aelin managed to get out. “Why?”

“He said I could borrow the book.”

Oh. The book.

“Um, yeah. I… Rowan knows where it is.” This time Aelin couldn’t stop the face she made at her own incompetence. She should offer to get it, but she was not keen on showing exactly how little she was wearing. Granted, it was a lot more than Rowan was wearing at this current moment.

“You okay?” Aedion asked, no doubt picking up on her weird vibe.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, leaning a little bit closer to the counter.

Aedion looked sceptical. “So, Rowan is around, yeah?”

“Yes,” Aelin tried to say confidently. Then the idea struck her. “Bathroom, he’ll be out in a minute.”

There was the softest snort from next to her and she resisted the urge to glare at her boyfriend. Yeah, it was a flawed plan. She just needed Aedion to go towards the door again.

“Hey, um.” Aelin cursed herself, she needed to pull this together. “Did you lock your car? There’s been some issues with thefts from the cars in the carpark.”

“I parked on the street and most definitely did,” Aedion said with all the confidence Aelin wished she had. “While I wait, can I grab a drink of water?”

“No!” The reply was far too quick and the look that Aedion gave her just proved it all the more.

Aedion’s eyebrows furrowed as he asked, “Why?”

Aelin didn’t have a good answer, she was too busy thinking of something to do that she didn’t exactly notice Aedion stepping around the counter. But her mind managed to catch up but not quick enough.

“I would stay there if I were you.”

Aedion scoffed. “Why would I–”

There was a ghastly moment of silence as Aedion saw everything: Aelin wearing Rowan’s shirt, Rowan sitting there in the corner of the cabinetry with his shorts bundled in his lap. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing as Rowan gave her cousin a small wave.

Then Aedion slapped a hand over his eyes, his hip catching the corner of the counter in his rush to get out of the kitchen making him grunt in pain.

“Gods! Aelin!” Aedion exclaimed as he reached the empty space between the living area and kitchen.

“Don’t Aelin me. I tried to warn you,” Aelin said with a shrug. “And hey, at least I’m not the nearly naked one. Lucky you.”

“Really?” Her cousin was not happy.

Aelin shrugged again, feeling braver now that had the safety of the counter again and the cat was well and truly out of the bag. “I don’t know what you want me to do here. Rowan can go and–”

“Nope, nope, he can stay right there thanks.” Aedion was looking at the floor like he wanted it to open and swallow him up. “I’ll go.”

Aedion didn’t spare her a glance as he walked past the kitchen towards the door.

Aelin lent over the counter the best she could to call out to Aedion. “Did you want that book?”

“No. Just tell Rowan to bring it to work,” Aedin said without looking back.

Aelin laughed. “He’s right–”

“I know!” Aedion all but bellowed as he slammed the door behind himself.

The slamming door echoed around the apartment, then it was followed by Aelin laughing.

“It’s not funny,” Rowan said from his hiding spot.

“Oh, yes it was.” Aelin’s voice was shaking.

He stood finally, shorts in his hand. “If I could have crawled into one of the drawers and died I would have.”

Aelin laughed again, resting her hand on his chest, fingers rapping on his skin. “And you two had made such progress since the beach trip.”

Rowan’s hand rubbed at her shoulders as he finally laughed, kissing Aelin on her forehead. “Thanks for trying though. Commendable effort, although entirely not smooth at all.”

“Anything for you, my love.” Aelin shifted to the side slightly, so she could lean her chin on his chest as she looked up at him and grinned. “So, what do you say we carry on from where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Without anymore prompting Rowan’s hands began wandering as he grinned right back. “Anything for you, my love.”

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I thought this up a little too late and it didn't really fit in any of the remaining chapters, so it'd a fun deleted scene. Also it is qyute kate so I hope it makes sense. Thanks again for all your support guys. mwah!

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[starbornvalkyrie]

of love and pearls

Okay so I actually don’t know what Amren’s inner voice would sound like but I wanted to write this little Vamren piece for my bb Nyka, @theoceanfaewriter​. Happy birthday, my Amren loving Canadian friend!!! I hope you have the most wonderful day <3

For all the indifference and lack of warmth she shows on a daily basis, Amren really does love her people and her family. They’ve been through the wringer and back--literally, if she stops to think about it. Amren would have never guessed she would be able to feel love, but now that she has , she was sure she had no space left in her heart to give away.

But then she met Varian.

The affections from the Summer Court prince came to Amren as a bit of a surprise. Although, if she was being quite honest with herself, Amren was attracted to him from the very beginning.

Usually, when people first met her, they would shy away from her gaze or pay more attention to the High Lord she’s most likely accompanying. Those who did focus on her generally did so out of fear, out of wariness for the chance she might erupt--or whatever it was that made people so afraid of her.

Varian was different. Year after year, century after century, Amren had never met anyone who had seen her as just Amren. Not Second in Command to the High Lord of the Night Court, not one of the most powerful beings not of their world. Just--Amren. And she fell for him even harder for it.

She kept falling even after Varian’s High Lord issued a blood feud against Amren, Feyre, and Rhysand. Though she would never admit it, Amren was worried what the feud with the Summer Court would do to her budding relationship with Varian. But Varian showed her she needn’t worry by sending her a necklace made of diamonds and rubies. And even when his own Court was under attack by Hybern, he made an effort to warn Amren to ready the Night Court’s defenses.

Needless to say, not that she ever would, Amren is completely smitten with the High Fae male, and there’s no coming back from it.

That night, she was dressed to the nines, ready for a night out on the town in Velaris. Varian had arrived early that morning but had been in a meeting with Feyre and Rhysand all day. She loves her High Lord and High Lady unconditionally, but she needs to see Varian before he heads back to the Summer Court.

As she donned the diamond and ruby necklace Varian gifted her, there was a knock at the door. Opening it revealed the faces of Nesta, Cassian, and Morrigan, and all of them seemed a little too excited for a night at Rita’s.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, Cassian’s fidgeting feet giving him away.

Nesta was the one to answer with a roll of her eyes and an elbow jab to Cassian’s side. “Why do you assume something is wrong? Cassian had literal ants in his pants earlier today and swears he can still feel one. Idiot.”

Amren looked to Cassian who only shrugged as though to say It’s true. She sighed, “Whatever, let’s go.”

The four of them made their way along the Sidra, Amren next to Nesta as Cassian and Mor whispered behind them. It sounded like they were arguing, which wasn’t new, so Amren paid them no mind and instead asked how the Illyrian camps with Cassian have been.

Nesta smiled and said, “It’s been great. We’ve finally been able to get more females out to train with us. It helps that I beat Cassian in the ring three out of five times now.”

Amren was about to express how happy she was to hear that when she saw Cassian and Mor in front of them, wide grins on their faces and a giant box wrapped in gold paper between them. How she hadn’t noticed Mor winnow the two of them ahead, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she needed to know what was in the box.

Nesta sped up to meet them, and before she knew it, they had winnowed away, leaving someone else in their place.

Varian.

He stood there before her dressed in high Night Court fashion and a smile so wide it took up most of his face. He leaned against the giant box and greeted her, “Hello, Amren.”

“Varian,” she says, cool and collected, even though all she wants to do is run into his arms. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

His smile softened, and Amren melted as he motioned for her to join him by the box. He took her hands in his and began. “I know you absolutely loathe when people beat around the bush, so here it is. Amren, I love you. I have loved you from the moment you came to the Summer Court and stole from us, and I kept falling every moment after.” Amren was sure she wasn’t crying--she doesn’t cry--but Varian keeps going. “Knowing that I almost lost you for good still keeps me up at night. I don’t know where the next hundred years will take us, but I do know that I want to spend those years with you. Will you marry me?”

Amren decided she could let herself be vulnerable in this moment, let herself be soft and warm instead of cold and hard. She threw her arms around this tall, dark male that had stolen her heart and said Yes on a sob. She kissed him senseless as though they were the only people in Velaris, in the world.

When they finally broke apart, breaths heavy, lips swollen, she remembered to ask, “So, what’s in the box?”

Varian’s face-splitting smile returned and he gestured for her to open it. Amren didn’t hesitate and gasped when she saw what was inside. It was a giant jewelry box made of glass to show off everything inside. The best part, however, was that it was lined with pearls. There were pearls everywhere, and Amren thought she might die again from the sheer beauty of it. 

Varian told her to open it, and, for once, she obeyed to find a smaller box, also lined with pearls. The ring inside took her breath away. It had a simple silver band but was adorned with the largest pearl she had ever seen with tiny drops of diamonds and rubies surrounding it. Amren looked to Varian, expecting to find a smug look on his face for knowing he picked the perfect ring, but found nothing except pure love and adoration.

Silently, Varian took the ring from the box and slid it on to Amren’s finger. A perfect fit.

She looked from the ring to Varian, and with all the love she never knew she could feel, she said, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of eternity with you.”

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[maastrash]

41 and 13 please?

Forever Stuck With You 

co written with my bff @verryberriess hope you all enjoy! (ps the prompts were “have you lost your fucking mind” and “I could kiss you right now”)

masterlist // ao3

Rowan Whitehorn couldn’t help but smile as he watched his beautiful wife spin in circles, arms flailing, as she let the sea breeze cool her flushed cheeks. Red-faced, Aelin might have had one too many fruity cocktails from their dinner at the small diner, hidden within Whalers Village. Rowan had wanted to end their Hawaiian honeymoon watching the stars from the beautiful, white-sanded Lahaina beach behind the restaurant, but Aelin just couldn’t seem to sit still. 

Throughout the duration of their dinner, he watched Aelin slowly lose control over her speech and movement. Her words slurred together, eyes becoming heavy-lidded, yet she still seemed so alive. Her voice became louder, movements more dramatic, it was a miracle she hadn’t broken anything. Rowan knew he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol as well when he couldn’t stop smiling at the utter perfection that was his wife. He lost all sense of time as he watched her smile back at him. He truly admired her so much. She was a ball of energy, his Fireheart. There was nothing else he needed in this life, but her. 

Rowan currently carried a checkered, red and white picnic blanket underneath his arm, along with a fluffy throw blanket he had stolen from their hotel suite. After walking up and down the stretch of the whole beach, Aelin seemed to have finally sobered up. Her gait had steadied and she appeared even-tempered in her movements, no longer stumbling across the loose, powdery sand. 

Content, Rowan set down the picnic blanket and called out to Aelin, “Would my lovely wife care to join me in watching the stars this evening?”

As Rowan made himself comfortable, he glanced in Aelin’s direction. She slowly made her way towards him and settled next to him, her golden blue eyes less clouded as she pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek before cuddling into his side. Aelin beamed, “I would love nothing more.”

The couple sat together for a few moments enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks. They listened to the rhythm of the tides rolling in and out towards the shores, the subtle chirping of field crickets hidden somewhere in the grassy field behind them, and enjoyed the night sky that loomed above them. The contrast between the dark blue, and purple hues compared to the glowing, radiant stars supplemented Aelin’s and Rowan’s awe of the scenery. But of course, Aelin couldn’t sit for long. Soon she was up and dragging Rowan along with her to where the sand met the sea. Holding hands, they walked further into the water. Shallow enough to walk through easily, but deep enough so the waves hit them just below their knees.

They stood in the water, and Aelin wrapped her arms around Rowan’s torso. In response, Rowan pulled her close and breathed in her lemon verbena scent as he held her against him. He could live in this moment forever. Standing in the most beautiful place on earth with the love of his life in his arms, Rowan could not wish for a more perfect memory. 

His thoughts, however, were soon interrupted as Aelin suddenly ripped herself from his grasp and began sprinting full force into the middle of the ocean. Maybe she was not as sober as he had thought. 

He watched as his Fireheart became an absolute menace in the water. Her splashing, coupled with the oncoming waves, led to a completely drenched Aelin stuck in the clothing she had not bothered to take off. “Come out here Buzzard, the water is perfect,” she called, not seeming to mind her current situation.

Rowan laughed at the utter ridiculousness of his wife. Only she would run into the ocean, fully clothed, in the middle of the night. “Have you lost your fucking mind Fireheart,” he laughed softly. “What if a shark eats you?”

“I’d like to see a shark try to take me down,” Aelin countered confidently.

Rowan rolled his eyes but swam out to his wife anyways. While the water had only reached up to his torso, Aelin floated. Aelin wrapped her legs around his waist and secured her arms on his neck. “I could kiss you right now,”  she whispered against his ear. 

“Why don’t you then?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Because then I couldn’t do this.” Before Rowan could react, Aelin had jumped on top of him. She tackled him into the water and quickly leaped off. When he resurfaced, wiping the salt water from his eyes, Rowan witnessed Aelin clutching her sides, barely able to breathe from laughing at his short demise.

Rowan narrowed his eyes and glared at her jokingly, “You’re gonna regret that.” He ran his fingers through his wet hair and tried to appear threatening. He could only imagine how he must have appeared. He had his hands at his hips trying to replicate an imposing stance, but he probably more or less resembled a wet dog. He wouldn’t allow Aelin the satisfaction of his discomfort, despite his inward cringe at the fact that his soaked clothes now stuck to his skin.

“Oh yea,” Aelin teased. “Come and get me.”

Aelin used the momentum of an incoming wave to push her back towards the shore. By the time Rowan made it back to the picnic blanket, Aelin was already eagerly awaiting his arrival. Rowan stood transfixed. She had taken off her wet dress and laid against the blanket only in her undergarments. Her damp hair spread out beneath her and left trails of water around the blanket. Aelin had fixed her arm to hold her head under her palm, lying on her side in order to show off the black and gold, lacy lingerie she had recently purchased. It was a floral lace garter bodysuit, black with gold-accented flowers along the plunging neckline, emphasizing her curves and revealing cleavage. The piece had caught her eye after she remembered Rowan’s deep appreciation for her shimmering golden nightgown. By the look on Rowan’s face, Aelin could tell this was an even greater success than the first. 

She made a mental note to thank the kind shop lady for suggesting her a waterproof fabric. 

“Do you worst,” she winked as he approached. 

Rowan couldn’t stop running his eyes over Aelin. The moonlight illuminated the outlines of her face so perfectly, adding to her already vibrant glow. The dim lighting highlighted her prominent collar bones, he couldn’t help but imagine himself leaning in and burying her with kisses upon kisses from her jaw down to her shoulders. Rowan would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to take her right there on the beach, but his need for revenge outweighed his roaring desire. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little of his own fun though. 

He slowly stalked towards Aelin, watching her closely to note her any change in facial expression. He took his time, intentionally stalling his steps before he reached her. And when he did so, he slowly crawled on top of her form, putting into practice what he had so vividly imagined earlier. He first started at her jaw, slowly descending his trail of kisses towards her neck to the slight of her shoulders. His wet hair left behind their own path against her skin, marking his every action he took upon.

Rowan glanced at Aelin, taking in her current state. Her eyes were closed and she breathed deeply. Although she lay sprawled across the blanket leaning into Rowan’s touch, it wasn’t enough. Not even close. He needed to taste her, needed to hear her. Roughly capturing her lips and moving his hand from her neck to cup her face, he kissed her slowly. He allowed his other hand to roam free and reach for something hidden in the sand next to them. Once he took hold of what he needed, he quickly maneuvered their bodies. Like a dance, Rowan flipped them around, airborne for milliseconds to quickly wrap the sherpa throw around their frames. It wasn’t long before they were tangled with each other. They were as close as physically possible with Aelin’s body now resting atop of Rowan’s, his arms encircled her waist while the throw expertly encased them. There was absolutely nothing separating them now. 

Aelin’s cheek squished against Rowan’s chest. She peered up at him within their human burrito,  “Ok, you got me,” Aelin sighed, defeated. She would have raised her hands in surrender, but they were glued to her side. “Can you unroll us now?” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay like this? I must admit, I quite enjoy it,” Rowan said pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Yes I’m sure, you’re squishing my face you oaf. Plus I’m already stuck with you forever we don’t have to make it literal,” Aelin joked. 

Rowan laughed, as he unwrapped one of his arms around Aelin and pushed out of the throw blanket that encased them. He unrolled Aelin and helped her sit up, extending a hand to her, “Payback’s a bitch.”

“Mhm whatever,” Aelin mumbled. She crawled into Rowan’s lap and rested her head on him. “I’ll be sure to get you tomorrow.” 

Rowan chuckled softly to himself as he ran his fingers through Aelin’s hair, massaging her scalp. She leaned into his touch before slowly drifting off to sleep. Once her breathing evened out, Rowan laid down as well, gently pulling Aelin to his side and assembling the fleece blanket to unfold on top of them. Soon, he too was lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves. The couple slept all through the night, wrapped in each other’s arms beneath the glimmering blanket of stars - the perfect end to a perfect honeymoon.

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[theladyofdeath]

Fluff {Masterlist}

Fluff OS’s

Ecstasy {Nessian} A Warrior’s Vow {Nessian} Starlit Scars {Nessian} The Secrets of Fate {Elriel} The Broken and The Healing {Nessian} An Illyrian Lullaby {Nessian} When the Night Meets the Ocean {Inner Circle} The Meaning of Love {Mor & Azz BFFs always} The Queen’s Assasin {Rowaelin/Sam} A Night of Bliss and Beauty {Lyseadion} The Heir {Rowaelin} Little Fireheart {Rowaelin} Little Fireheart ***Part 2{Rowaelin} Unconditionally {Rowaelin} Summer Nights {Rowaelin AU exchange} Intoxication {Nessian} Maternal Flames {Rowaelin} The First Year {Elriel} Little Wings {Feysand} Tricked {A Feysand Halloween} Terror {A Nessian Halloween} The Rest of Our Lives {Nessian: A Castaway OS} Goodnight, Fireheart {Rowan} The Little Things {Feysand: A Castaway OS} Into the Woods {Part 1 - Rowaelin} Into the Woods {Part 2 - Rowaelin} Remembering the Fawn {Elrielucien} The First Flight {Nessian} Jealousy {Nessian} Home {Daddy Rhys} Downpour {Elriel} Untitled Daddy Cassian, answered prompt {Nessian} Untitled Daddy Cassian + Nesta, answered prompt {Nessian} Untitled Inner Circle drabble, answered prompt {ACOTAR} The incident - daddy Ro answered prompt, part I The incident - daddy Ro answered prompt, part II *Begin Again {Nessian OS} *New Year’s Eve {Nessian OS} *The First of Many {Nessian- “The Arrival” OS} *Swipe Left {Rowaelin Fluff} *Swipe Right {Rowaelin Fluff - Swipe Left, Part 2} *Answered Prompt {ELORCAN - part 1} *Truth or Dare {ELORCAN - part 2} *Unexpected Miracles {ELORCAN - part 3} *The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART I} *The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART II} *The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART III} *The Arrival {Modern AU ACOTAR 2nd gen PART IV}

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[elidelochans]

“This is usually the part of the horror movie where the horny couple sneaks away from the group…follow me, unless you’re scared.” Manorian

Manon dipped her toes into the cool sand, gazing at the blazing fire before them, listening to the sound of waters bursting into the sandbank. Dorian pulled her in close, the tips of his fingers running along her bare arm. The motion in itself caused more goosebumps to rise on her flesh, then this ridiculous story Aelin was telling. 

A story about a bloodthirsty pirate lord named Rolfe Seaglass. She snorted at the absurdity of his name. Her boyfriend on the other hand wasn't laughing. Rather remaining quiet listening to Aelin’s tale. She started off the way every ghost story starts, on a night similar to this. Everyone, even her boyfriend Rowan groaned. She glared at everyone around the bonfire before continuing the tale. 

This supposed Lord was blessed and yet cursed by the great Mycenian sea-god. The God, whom Aelin didn't have a name for, granted then the man with a crew, a ship, and a map he wore on his very skin. The pirate, as most of these stories go, became corrupt with power and riches. Turns out he made the bargain with God to win Lady Jacqueline's hand. For her father would only give it to a powerful lord.

When he returned to Skull Bay's to win her hand. Jacqueline refused it. Hearing the stories of the man she once loved. The horrid things he had done for treasure and title. It made her sick. He had gone mad on murdering rampage before flinging himself off the sea cliffs that sat on the opposite side of the beach. To this day he haunted this beach, gutting loving couples.

Everyone sat around in silence. Only the crackling fire dancing wildly and the waves crashing upon the shore could be heard.

"Fireheart I love you, but this is bullshit," Rowan held her gaze and her brows furrowed.

Manon was thankful that Rowan spoke up. She was new to this circle of friends and somehow discrediting Aelin didn't seem like the way to go.

"No, it's not babe! I've seen him. So has Aedion!"

Aedion, her cousin, pulled his arms off Lysandra throwing his arms in the air, "Don't pull me into this."

Within seconds they were arguing about the specifics of the story. Manon couldn't care less. She looked towards those sea cliffs and the small alcove she remembered seeing earlier that day. It gave her an idea of something else with their time. Manon turned in the sand, her boyfriend's sapphire eyes already looking down on her. She grinned, chewing on her bottom lip. Pressing her body into him.

"Do you know what's funny about this?" She asked innocently, a hand running down the soft fabric of his shirt.

"What?" 

Dorian caught the wanton hint settling in her golden gaze. Illuminating from the fire, like two small stars in the night.

She laughed, "This is usually the part of the horror movie where the horny couple sneaks away from the group."

"Oh?" His brow arched, wrapping an arm around her as Manon swept her tongue over her deep crimson lips.

Manon stood, offering Dorian her hand. No one seemed to pay them no mind, " follow me, unless you’re scared," she teased winking at him.

"I'm not scared," he answered, taking her hand, " Just so you know Manon, sex or not I'd follow you anywhere."

"So horny and romantic," she responded, smiling up at him in amusement.

"Only for you," kissing her tentatively at first, before his teeth pulled at her bottom, "Let the couple in the horror movie play their part," his voice dark and sensual against her ear.

Together they ran into the dark night of the beach laughing. The couple headed towards an area not filled with talk of ghost stories. Far away from their group arguing about history and spirits.

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[charincharge]

“Hold on you have leaves in your hair.” for rowaelin please

rowaelin high school bff au:  past-take masterlist 

AN: Set ~5.5 years before the first chapter of IDWTW~ Enjoy these adorable 11 yos being dummies, always.

As Aelin looked around the middle school Halloween parade, she couldn’t help but shrink back. She’d worked for weeks on her costume, crafting the perfect three-tiered cake out of cardboard. She’d decorated it with hot pink crepe paper, and even constructed a crown out of candles. She had been so incredibly proud of herself as she’d looked at the pink sugary confection she’d created for herself. She’d worn a light pink leotard and leggings to match the color of the paper she’d wrapped around the boxes and left the house smiling confidently.

But as a group of heavily made up prom queens, cheerleaders, and pop stars walked by, Aelin couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a baby. No one had told her that sixth grade was the year girls started dressing up in more mature costumes. She couldn’t help but think that if her mom had been around, she’d be one of the girly girls with a face full of makeup, baring her midriff, too, instead of the babyish contraption that had the seventh and eighth graders smirking down their nose at her.

Leaning against the side of a parked car a safe distance away from the parade festivities, she tore open her packet of M&Ms and plopped another one into her mouth as she watched the older girls walk by.

“Whatcha doing all the way over here?” a friendly voice asked, coming to stand next to her

Aelin frowned at her best friend. He fit right in with all the other boys in his striped shirt, eye patch and drawn on beard. He nudged her pink converse with the toe of his boot, but Aelin shook him off and ate another piece of candy. She was so distraught that she didn’t even complain when Rowan reached in and grabbed an m&m for himself.

“You okay?” he asked, poking at her costume with the long sword of his pirate’s costume. Aelin simply shrugged. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling.

“I hate my costume,” she mumbled under her breath.

“What?” Rowan asked, raising a blonde brow. She hated when he did that. It went too far up his forehead and made him look like a cartoon character.

She reached out and pushed his brow back down, making him laugh softly.

“I should have been something else,” Aelin sighed wistfully.

Rowan furrowed his brow. “But you worked so hard on it.”

“I look stupid!” Aelin snapped, turning away from him. Boys! They just didn’t understand things.

Rowan placed his hands on her shoulders and spun her back around, his lips pursed into a serious frown.

“You do not look stupid,” he said. “I would never let you look stupid.” He paused, his one visible green eye squinting as the thought hard about something. “Do you want my sword?”

Aelin gasped. It was the truest sign of friendship for Rowan to offer it to her. He’d been excited about his sword for weeks, even making Aelin watch YouTube tutorials on sword fighting form with him, so he could have a real fight.

“No.” She shook her head quickly. “I couldn’t take that.”

Rowan grinned, “Come on.” He held it out to her, and she accepted it tentatively. His grin widened impossibly. “Now you’re a cake with a serving knife,” he laughed. “Will you cut me a piece?” he asked. “You look delicious.”

He put his hands over hers and feigned cutting a slice out of her costume and leaned in and snapped his teeth at her, as if he were taking a bite. “Rowan!” she laughed, shoving him away.

They stood in amiable silence, finishing the package of M&Ms between the two of them until Aelin finally had to say something.

“I feel guilty I took your sword,” she finally admitted.

“A good pirate always has more than one weapon,” Rowan laughed loudly, leaning into his boot and pulling out a small plastic knife. “On guard!”

Aelin squealed as Rowan parried towards her, his newly revealed weapon jabbing from side to side as she ran in a circle around the car from him.

“KIDS!” a loud voice called from the parade. “No playing in the parking lot!”

Aelin and Rowan smiled guiltily as they made their way back to the main driveway, which had been blocked off for the Halloween parade.

“Better?” Rowan asked as he slung his arm around her shoulders, and Aelin nodded. She leaned against his shoulder as a wide smile appeared on her lips. She was so grateful to the boy next to her, she couldn’t even fully process it. He’d seen that she was upset, sought her out, and immediately fixed it. Because that’s what Rowan did. He made her feel better. Always.

She glanced over at him and was surprised to see he was already looking her way with a strange expression on his face.

“What?” she asked, suddenly feeling nervous again. But suddenly nervous about Rowan. That was weird. It unsettled her.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. He moved his hand to her hair and pinched at a strand, pulling something out. “You had a leaf in your hair.”

“Oh.”

She watched as he slowly pulled the brown crinkled leaf from her golden strands, rubbing it between his fingers until it disintegrated and fell to the ground.

Aelin’s stomach fluttered with some new feeling as he looked at her and smiled again. “Now you’re perfect.”

She felt her heart beat a little faster as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, squeezing her to his side as close as he could with her cardboard costume between them, and Aelin leaned into his warmth. She looked up at his smiling face and attempted to relax, but she just couldn’t anymore.

Oh. She thought to herself as they walked side by side back to the parade.

Oh no.

It was official. Aelin most definitely had a crush on her best friend.  

~*~

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