As part of my 250 follower celebration, many of you requested that I revisit The Bathtub Scene from Chapter 5. I hope it lives up to your expectations!
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Rowan took a deep breath before he opened the bathroom door.
Why, exactly, had he agreed to this? He needed to put more distance between
himself and Aelin, not less. The past several days—the past several weeks,
if he was being honest with himself—had completely shattered the cool distance
that had existed between himself and his apparent human disaster of a roommate,
and while he was grateful for their currently-amicable state of coexistence he
was worried that maybe he was starting to read too much into it.
After all, it definitely wasn’t normal for your roommate to
ask you to help her into the bathtub, broken ankle or no.
A/N: this thing got me out of a writing slump and I’ll never be grateful enough for you, whoever you are. I fucking love you. I know I have a shit ton of other things to write and I promised a lot of stuff to other people as well, but I do what I can do, so bear with me and be patient:))
Here’s a short oneshot I wrote, just needed some fluff as a break from Ivy. It’s not proofread so hopefully it doesn’t suck!
-1200 words
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The sun was just starting to shine over the horizon, the streets beginning to fill up as the day started, his fellow cop Fenrys was in the passenger seat next to him, acting way too energetic for the early hour, and Rowan Whitethorn just needed a cup of coffee. Their patrol had just ended ten minutes ago, and he was fully ready to drop off the squad car, drive home, and fall asleep.
Except he couldn’t, because he had paperwork to file for the bar fight they’d stopped the night before, and then he had to bring his own car to the shop because some idiot had rear ended him, and then Fenrys was dragging him around for the rest of the day because he’d determined Rowan acted too much like a “sullen recluse” and needed to get out more. Hence the need for some caffeine.
A/N: I’m actually pretty proud of this one, it’s mainly fluff and smut, but there’s a conversation about foster care and life as an orphan (dunno if it could trigger someone, so putting it there just in case). Enjoy!:)
This is the first in a four-part Fensterin mini series! There will also be some companion pieces for the other Cadre boys and their lovely ladies (because Cadre Weaponry has tampered with my brain and now I’m obsessed).
Summary:
She’s a badass with a motorcycle. He’s a soccer player with a heart of gold. It’s a short and sweet Fensterin college AU!
Warnings: just some language - it’s the boys, they can’t help themselves.
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Fenrys was standing with the rest of the guys when the motorcycle pulled into the parking lot. They were hovering outside the building that housed the gymnasium along with some classrooms and offices, all of them shirtless and most of them dripping with sweat. All six of them were members of the varsity soccer team, and they usually didn’t have practice on a Friday, so they met up after their last classes to go for a run.
Usually he didn’t pay much attention to the vehicles that moved through the parking lot, but something about the sound of the bike as it roared by him caught his attention, and when he looked, he was almost positive it was a girl driving.
He shook off his curiosity in time to hear his best friends trying to make plans for the night ahead of them.
“I’m just saying,” his twin started, “we go to the bar like every Friday night. Don’t you think we should do something different?”
For the employees of Terra and Cadre magazines, the Annual Prythian Printing Holiday Away was usually a weekend full of festivities. However this year, with less than twenty fours before the trip, haunted memories cause two employees’ secret affair to fall into shambles–their hearts along with it. Will a weekend in the mountains be a time of healing or are the scars left behind too deep to overcome
Trigger warnings: non/con, abuse, ptsd from abuse
content warnings: NSFW
prompts used:
Anon: inner circle-secret santa exchange
Anon: Feysand- friends don’t do this kind of shit
@justgiu12: Nessian- just shut up and take your pants off, best sleep I’ve had in a long time
@sjm-things: Nessian- counting freckles while the other one sleeps (to both of you I know I’m months late on these prompts. they were written down in a notebook and I lost them. sorry! but I found it so hey! better late than never!
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A/N: Y'all here we are the end of this lovely tale. Meg and I would love to issue our thanks to all of you for reading and supporting our story. We couldn’t have done with you ❤. As we mentioned previously, we will be continuing a writing journey together with more fics on the way. If you’d like to keep tabs on our future works be sure to follow @starborn-illyrian. Our next big, Archeron, will be soon and were so excited for you all to read it!
Since we’ve been hitting you guys heavy with angst these past couple parts. Enjoy the filth and fluff that is part 6.
With a well rested groan, Cassian shifted slightly, careful to not wake Nesta, removing his arm from underneath her body. He hated to move, but his own body was stiff crying out in pain. He needed some relief. That sadly the warmth of Nesta’s body couldn’t provide. Strands of her honeyed hair stuck to her face, an affectionate grin tugged at the corner of his lips. Brushing away the stray pieces with a swoop of his hand, Nesta burrowed into the pillows with a relaxed groan.
Cassian reached out to the night stand, grabbing the bottle Rowan dropped off, taking his dosage. Tossing the pills into his mouth, he caught the shimmering reflection of crimson. Nesta’s gift. For later, she told him. Then she unleashed her past on him. He was sure some of the ache, especially in his chest, wasn’t from the accident. But her story. Nesta was one of the strongest people he knew. For her to suffer like that and keep it inside to continue on every day… Cauldron, he admired her more for it.
Taking one long look at her sleeping form, Cassian went for it. Taking the small box quietly, he unwrapped it. Inside there was a scarlet tie and a piece of paper. He chuckled. It’s been months since he saw that tie. He remembered Nesta pulling him down on her, undoing the silken fabric, tossing it aside as it landed perfectly into her wine glass. Sure enough upon further inspection, half of the tie was darker than the rest.
His attention dropped to the neatly folded slip of paper. Nesta was silent still, breathing heavily. He picked up the paper, unfolding it. Her elegant script covered the page along with random splotches of ink smeared across discolored parts of the paper. He realized she must have cried writing this. He held his breath and read.
Learning how to give the perfect blow job (from a podcast)
“Baby”
“Sit down, you’re swaying on your feet”
“I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil by accident, and I’m about to pass out.”
Though Aelin felt bad about Lysandra finding out about her and Rowan via the school gossip machine, she didn’t have time to dwell on them. Because Rowan’s birthday was fast approaching, and it was occupying almost all of Aelin’s brain space. She had absolutely zero idea what to do to commemorate his seventeenth year on earth. It wasn’t as if she had to do anything big; Rowan actively disliked celebrating his birthday. In fact, if Aelin hadn’t insisted that he celebrate every year, he probably wouldn’t. But she couldn’t just get him nothing. This year was different. But it was only two days away, and she was stumped.
Aelin chopped her carrots extra roughly as she let her mind wander to all the things she could possibly get for him, but nothing felt right. She felt utterly and hopelessly distracted as she prepared dinner for her dad.
“Everything okay, Fireheart?” Rhoe asked as he entered the kitchen with a raised brow and picked a rogue piece of carrot from the floor where it’d flown off Aelin’s cutting board. “You and Rowan aren’t already fighting, are you?”
It’s here!!!! Shoutout to @nalgenewhore for the cute moment with Dee Dee and the plant and for the adorable moment with the pendant.
Summary: It’s a Coffee Shop AU meets Rival Tattoo Artists AU meets Elorcan - do I even need to say anything else?
Warnings: Light smut (but heavy dirty talk) and language.
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Walking out of the bathroom, Elide smirked at her reflection as she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that hung in the hallway. Her boyfriend was definitely going to like her outfit of choice.
She stepped into her bedroom, eyes falling on both of her cats where they were snoozing on her bed. “Alright, babies,” she greeted, reaching out to pet both of their little heads, “listen up. We’re going to have some visitors this weekend, so you’ll have to play nicely, okay?”
Jett gave her a long slow blink, burrowing deeper into the blankets as Elide fixed her tiny purple shirt. Jello merely rolled onto her back in an attempt to get more belly rubs, which she happily obliged.
Careful not to mess up the perfectly messy bun she managed to wrangle her hair into, she snuggled both of her cats until she heard a knock on the door. “Here we go,” she squealed, causing both of the cats to give her curious looks, though neither of them bothered to follow her out of the bedroom.
A/N: today I found a list of prompts that I just l o v e d and I decided to write an Elorcan short story cause I really really love them and I just don’t write them enough, so please enjoy this fluff turned mild angst and then again fluff I guess.
I’ll make the masterlist soon, in the meantime enjoy!:)
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