#rowan prompts

[sollucets]

Can I request some more AkkAyan? Maybe from the touch prompts list simple 10 and 12 if you want 💜

10 (spooning at night) + 12 (tucking hair behind their ear) from this list for my silly lil milestone thing. your other prompts are in the tank too, tiis, i just finished this first. ~800 words of sleepy fluff, rated g for gay

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Aye wakes gently, to warmth and tentative movement and his own name in a whisper. He doesn't open his eyes.

"Aye," says Akk again, distant through the fog of sleepiness. "Aye, are you up?"

He responds with a mumble that used to be words and tightens his arms around the warm and soft thing he's hugging. For some reason, Akk responds to that with a cut-off little grunt. "What time is it," Aye manages after a moment, coherently enough to his own ears.

"Five."

Aye scrunches up his face and whines, voice breaking in the middle.

"I know," says Akk, in the barest hint of a murmur, sounding fond. "But this is really your fault."

"How,” demands Aye blearily.

"It was you who insisted on this position. You have to let me go so I can go to work."

Aye opens his eyes. It isn't even light out yet; he can just almost see the shapes of Akk's bedroom through the faint moonlight that filters in the window, the spokes of that wheel outlined against the curtains. He can also make out the shape of Akk himself, seeing as he's barely a few inches away and held firmly in the circle of Aye's arms, back to chest and hair tickling Aye's cheek.

With this new knowledge, Aye considers Akk's words for a second. Then, dropping his face to Akk's shoulder, he says, "No."

"Ayan."

"What, you can't get out?" He knows Akk is stronger, could probably break even the strongest of Aye's attempts at holding him if he wanted to.

Akk snorts, wiggling a little in Aye's grip, and says, "Of course I can, but I was being nice to you. It would've woken you up either way. Let me go, I have to be out on the boat in twenty minutes."

The arm under Akk's waist is numb, probably has been numb since before Aye woke up; it tingles unpleasantly at the movement. "No," he says again. "Don't go."

And, even though he absolutely could break Aye's weakening hold if he wanted to, and even though Aye knows with the benefit of a few more minutes awake that he isn't at all lying about needing to work and his parents are probably waiting, Akk doesn't move. "See if I ever let you be the big spoon again," he mumbles petulantly. It's so cute. "You're not even the right size for it, Shortstop."

"Shut up, you like it just as much as me. You'd get sad if we didn't swap sometimes."

Akk shifts a little, a hand coming up to touch Aye's where it's hooked over his chest and very tellingly doesn't directly deny it. "Stop talking so much." In a softer tone, he says, "Aye, I really have to go."

With a groan, Aye presses his lips to Akk's shoulder in an uncoordinated kiss, then lets go all at once and flops onto his back. It's not at all cold, but it feels like it across his chest where Akk had been, and he lets his arm splay dramatically over the rest of the bed to accentuate his disappointment. "Fine, fine. I guess I'll allow it."

Aye can practically hear Akk's eyeroll as he gets up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. "Thank you ever so much."

"You're welcome, baby," Aye answers, and when he predictably isn't granted a response to that, he just listens to the soft noises of Akk shuffling around the closet. They're familiar. Akk genuinely doesn't often fully wake him when he leaves, usually very conscientious of their differing schedules and Aye's sleep problems. Even so, Aye's laid half-awake listening to Akk get ready enough times that he knows what it sounds like. It's comfortable for him. It's still five a.m., and Akk's bed is really very soft, and he'll be just fine getting back to sleep, and --

The bed dips next to him, and a hand touches his face. Aye opens eyes he doesn't remember closing again to see Akk braced over him with one hand, the fingers of the other very gently tucking some of Aye's hair behind his ear. "Sweet dreams," he says, sincere. His eyes are soft with the kind of tenderness Aye had never even thought to dream of before learning it could happen.

Aye wants to tell him something like that, something clever and romantic about sweetness and love, but the best he can manage is nuzzling into Akk's hand, eyes slipping closed again. He'll tell him again when he wakes.

[elderwisp]

[bunnieswithknives]

HELLO WAIT DID I FORGET TO POST THIS HERE (made as a birthday present to a discord friend)

[tallbluelady]

When I look into your eyes Your love is there for me And the more I go inside The more there is to see.

[leiawritesstories]

snowy nights with you

written for @throneofglassmicrofics November prompts: "cozy" & "curl"

just some cozy fluffy winter fluff ;))

word count: 752

warnings: none ;)

enjoy!!

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Rowan's soft, rumbling chuckle drifted through Aelin's hazy slumber, and she cracked her eyes open to find him sitting on the edge of the couch, brushing her hair gently away from her face. "Hey, Fireheart. Good nap?"

"The best," she murmured, still groggy. She'd flopped onto the couch only a few minutes after she'd come home from work, another overly long day of dealing with her sleazy boss. Once her shoes were off and she was wrapped in her old sweats and one of Rowan's college hockey sweatshirts, she'd tumbled right into that inviting heap of blankets draped over the couch and closed her eyes.

"How long has it been?" she wondered, slowly pushing herself to a seated position.

He glanced at his watch. "Well, I just got home, so probably a couple hours. You hungry?"

"Always." Right on cue, her stomach rumbled. She laughed. "Yeah, I know, it's been a while since lunch."

"Good thing the takeout should be here in a few minutes," Rowan said, a smile pulling at his lips.

She looped her arms around his neck and plopped a theatrical kiss on his cheek. "Best husband in the world."

"I try my best, love," he teased, sliding his warm hand around to the back of her head and kissing her properly. She sighed into the kiss, drinking in the taste of his lips.

When she pulled away, smiling, her cheeks were flushed a soft pink. "I could get used to this," she joked, as if six months of marriage hadn't already acclimated her to the giddiness of coming home to her husband.

"Might have to change things up, then." He winked at her. "Can't have my wife thinking we have a fixed routine." His thumb rubbed the back of her palm, curving around the emerald on her left hand. "How was work?"

She groaned, tucking herself into his side and hiding her face in his shoulder. "About as good as usual." Her boss, Arobynn, was a sleazy asshole who ogled every woman in the office as much as possible and was constantly making lewd gestures at her.

"I'm gonna punch his face in," Rowan grumbled, irritation scrunching his brows. "Does he seriously not understand that you're my wife?"

"He probably just doesn't care." Aelin ran her thumb over the groove in Rowan's forehead, smoothing out the lines. "And Ro, my love, you can't just show up my office."

"I know." Sometime in the last handful of minutes, he'd managed to untangle the blankets from around Aelin and tuck them neatly over both of them. "But you're okay, yeah?"

"I am." She kissed the corner of his lips. "I can fend for myself, and I have Dorian and Fenrys if I need male backup."

"Okay." Rowan looked like he wanted to say something else, but he was interrupted by the chiming of the doorbell. "Food's here." He kissed Aelin's forehead. "I'll go get it."

Aelin settled herself back into her blanket cocoon, soaking in the warmth from the heap of blankets and her husband's sweatshirt. A chilly breeze curled in from the open front door, and she shivered, tucking the blankets tighter around herself. Her eyes drifted shut again, almost involuntarily, and she blinked awake to find the living room window cracked just a few inches.

It hadn't been open before.

Groggy, Aelin scrubbed her hands across her eyes, unwrapped herself from the pile of blankets, and stood up slowly, her body not quite willing to leave the cozy warmth of the couch. But she had to close the window, so she made herself walk across the floor and tug it shut. As she did so, a whiff of Rowan's cologne drifted up from the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and she closed her eyes, pulling the crisp pine scent deep into her lungs.

When she opened her eyes again, a film of tears blurred her vision as the recognition that she'd once again been dreaming hit her like a truck.

Only hours ago, she'd come home from work and wrapped herself in her husband's sweatshirt, clinging to one of the last pieces she had left of him. Only hours ago, she'd tucked her face into the thick, pine-scented fabric and breathed Rowan's presence into her blood, and she'd fallen asleep to the most beautiful memories of him.

But as always, she awoke to the reality--her, alone in the house they had hoped to fill with laughter, clinging to Rowan's clothes because she could no longer cling to his body.

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[skullfragments]

the clock is just about to turn to Shuhite Sunday!

please accept this offering of Beachdad Bildad drinking margaritas in the sun with a goat friend

☀️⛱️🍹🐐😎

[omppupiiras]

if you're still taking prompts, how about cornpea käärijä riding in the catbus from totoro?

ask and ye shall receive! <3

[lindalofbroome]

12 - Relationship

In the midst of the confusion, a bent old woman [...] was secretly passing a medallion to a younger woman in one of the cages. Rowan raised his fingers to the medallion hanging heavy around his neck. [...] It was the same, passed down through the generations of wise men and women who had followed her, until it came into Sehba's hands. And now Sheba has given it to me, Rowan thought. [...] 'Take it. Wear it. Learn what it is to be what I am.' ROWAN OF RIN Rowan of the Bukshah Ch 4 One to Dream

probably didnt need to be so dramatic on this one lmao but couldnt help it

i reckon rowan would be less bitter as the village wiseman but not without some of that 'oh my god do you really think like this? bestie what are you talking about? buddy use your brain??' because there's still ingrained prejudice and stuck in tradition even if they are more aware of their history now. it's going to be tough and he's got trauma <3

so theoretically i think the next gen might be a nice wiseperson lol bit more patient maybe even jolly. rin gandalf mayhaps. since the village next gen would be learning to embrace both sides of the story etc

honestly i think sheba is so tired of the village's bullshit by the time rowan is walking around. she's had enough!!!! she probably was also a black sheep bukshah, very observant, scared, open mind. the hardheaded no scared only courage!!! arts pathetic sport admirable!!! hardwork is all muscle not in brain!! would have been at its peak due to time by sheba and she wouldve known it was wrong. might have been mentored by her predecessor to show her the way. but the knowledge and standing on the outskirts literally and socially would have been really isolating and harrowing to the point no wonder she is pissed off about every little thing alsdkfjhas

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Spotify wrapped is here!!!!

It's that time again, send me a number 1-100 and a SaSi character/characters in asks and I'll draw something based on the song in my wrapped playlist it lands on!!!

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

A lawyer sickie who turns up to their court case with a steadily building migraine, keeping up appearances despite how awful they feel. They make it through about fifteen minutes of the case before it's their turn to speak, and as they stand up, their usual verbose defence just... isn't there. In fact, they can hardly even speak at all, the words turning to mush inside their head.

Of course, this is incredibly inconvenient, and lawyer sickie apologises to the judge, shaking their head as if to clear the fog and clearing their throat to carry on... only to feel their knees buckle as they pass out right in the middle of the crowded courtroom.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Hmm... number 7 for Rowan and Aelin? :>

7…to shut them up for Rowaelin

"You know who I am!" Aelin places her hands on her hips, glowering up at her mate.

"I know who you are," he answers with a smirk.

"Then don't tell me what to do."

"I didn't tell you what to do, Fireheart."

"Don't call me that. Not right now. Not when I am angry at you." She furrows her brow even more, trying to glare at him, but his smirk only grows. "And you did tell me what to do. You said it would be too dangerous for me to go there."

"Semantics, Fireheart. I only said that it would be dangerous, not too–"

"I know what you said, don't deny it now. You said–"

Rowan cradles her chin in one broad hands and slams his lips against hers, shutting her up. He smiles in triumph when he hears Aelin gasp and uses the moment to slide his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply, and with so much hunger it makes a blush creep into her cheeks.

[sollucets]

would it be a sin? if i can't let that fool go down alone.

@userdramas​ event 16: fools

[midomon]

Drawtober day 6

Rowan berry thief

[late-moonie-thoughts]

waiting for the day someone writes a new adult story about a human girlie who ends up in the fae realm with a mixed reverse harem, but instead of everyone wanting to fuck her they're all just like

"that's a child. must protect child."

because they're like 500 years old and over - and she's a 21 year old human. she's weaker than them, and while an adult by human standards, she's basically a baby by fae standards.

she's like, "they kidnapped my brother, i have to kill the king,"

and they respond, "yes bbg but not alone you're not." and then they lay her down with magical charms to protect her and make sure she gets in and destabilises the entire fae realm.

and by the end she has a fae family, has gotten her brother back, and she traverses the human and fae worlds for fun.

[tallbluelady]

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

[leiawritesstories]

sleepless in terrasen

@throneofglassmicrofics instead of final papers i wrote...this 🫣

prompts: Sleepless & Rapture & Elixir

word count: 1,059 (whoops)

warnings: NSFW CONTENT OOPSIES

enjoy!!!

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She hadn't been able to sleep.

After two hours of tossing and turning, silken sheets rustling in agitation beneath her flushed skin, Aelin groaned in frustration and rolled out of her bed. Damn the man sleeping one door away from her. Damn his stupid sexy smirk and his stupid hot lips and his stupid big hands. Damn Rowan Whitethorn for kissing every coherent thought out of her head and locking the door behind him as he went to his own damned room.

Damn that gentlemanly tendency of his.

With a half-grunt, half-moan of frustration, Aelin reached for the small vial of medicine that she always kept with her whenever she traveled. Whether it was a long business trip with her parents and the rest of their government staff or a trip like this, a simple two-day drive from university back to her home, she always kept some sleep medication on hand. After nearly a decade of chronic insomnia, she knew how handy even a single does of that elixir was.

Fumbling in the dark, her hand soon closed around the familiar bottle. She quickly unscrewed the top, lifted the tiny glass bottle to her lips, and drank down the slightly-sweet medicine. After she placed the empty vial back on the nightstand, she tucked herself back into the very comfortable hotel bed, rolled onto her side, and waited for the familiar drowsiness to wash over her body.

Instead of sleepiness, though, a powerful wave of heat spread through her.

Shocked, Aelin flipped on the bedside lamp and grabbed the tiny glass bottle, squinting at the tiny print. Slowly, the words became clear.

Oh, fuck.

"Intensify Her Pleasure!" screamed the crimson lettering on the small black label. That wasn't her sleeping meds--it was a goddamn aphrodisiac.

And the need pulsing through her veins reared its head in full force, her nipples peaking to stiff little points at the thought of needing stimulation. Craving stimulation. From a certain pair of rough, calloused hands that had just recently gripped her hips as the man who owned them pressed her back into the wall and kissed a fire into her blood.

Gods. Aelin flipped the light off, dropped the bottle, and curled herself into a tight little ball under the sheets, willing the lust to calm itself down. Willing the image of Rowan's shirtless chest out of her--holy gods. Against her will, that image suddenly lost its pants.

And the fire in her veins burned brighter, demanding attention.

She stretched out, sliding the worn cotton shirt off her body. His shirt, its pine scent warm, comforting, familiar. Even the gentle rasp of the fabric against her peaked nipples sent a shudder through her body, and she lowered her hands to her breasts, gently circling the hardened buds. Harder. Rougher. Like she imagined Rowan would do if he wasn't so insistent on being a gentleman.

She didn't need him to be gentle with her.

As she slipped one hand between her thighs, Aelin couldn't muffle her soft moan. Fuck, she was so wet, turned on by the heated kiss, her need intensified by the damn aphrodisiac. Her fingers found her needy, throbbing clit, and she groaned, then grabbed a pillow and pressed it over her mouth, muffling her sounds. She should have been embarrassed that Rowan's name left her mouth in a broken moan as she slid two fingers into her pussy, but she wasn't. She wanted that man. Needed him.

And her fingers weren't nearly as good as she dreamed his thick, rough ones would be. Fuck. Breathing heavily, she reached her free hand into the nightstand drawer and grabbed her vibrator, switching it on to the lowest setting and trailing the bright blue toy over her nipples. She moaned louder, the sound muffled by the pillow, and slid it down her stomach, replacing her fingers with the vibe and flicking up the speed of the toy.

One more speed, love. Rowan's imagined voice filled her ears. That's a good girl.

"Rowan," Aelin moaned, pushing the vibrator harder against her clit and flipping on the suction as she flicked it up to its highest speed. "Oh my god, Ro!" Eyes closed, legs spread, fingers twisting her nipples with just the right amount of roughness, her body shook as she fractured, her orgasm tearing through her like wildfire as she pictured Rowan's darkened eyes gleaming up at her from between her legs.

Too slowly, she turned the vibe down and pulled it away, chest heaving as she caught her breath from the powerful orgasm. From the dream that had fueled it.

She really didn't know how she was going to manage spending six hours in a car next to Rowan tomorrow, as if she hadn't just pictured him devouring her pussy while she used her favorite vibrator. On the other side of the wall, she heard a faint shifting of sheets, as if Rowan was just as sleepless as her.

Though that couldn't be possible, since she was the one who'd just gotten off thanks to taking the wrong medicine.

"Aelin..." She jerked upright, half believing she was dreaming. As silently as she could, she pressed her ear to the rather thin hotel wall, listening carefully. On the other side of the wall, Rowan's bed creaked, and he groaned. "Fuck, Aelin!"

Holy. Fuck.

In a split second, Aelin made a Very Bad Decision. She pushed herself out of bed, tugged Rowan's shirt over her bare body, and went to the door that separated their two rooms. Knowing Rowan had left it unlocked, she turned the handle and quietly opened the door and stepped into his room before the embers still sparking in her blood could cool her impulsiveness.

In his bed, Rowan yanked himself upright, his sweaty chest glistening in the slivers of moonlight that spilled in through the gauzy curtains. His eyes widened as he took in her flushed, wild-haired appearance, her parted lips. Her breathing hitched as she drank in his bare skin and the bulge barely hidden beneath the sheets.

"Aelin?" he whispered. Rough, jagged, hopeful.

"Rowan," she breathed. Rough, jagged. Needy.

He pushed the sheets aside and stood, and her knees weakened even as the fire in her blood roared right back to life.

"Come. Here." A demand. A promise.

She dropped her shirt to the floor and did just that.

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