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I’m rewatching Wednesday and when Xavier said he was ‘two feet shorter and about forty pounds heavier’ kinda made me think he’d have stretch marks? And idk I’ve been thinking of tracing them and like complimenting them
kiss me, kiss me — xavier thorpe x reader
word count - 734 join taglist warnings - slightly insecure!xavier, foul language
a/n - i wasn’t completely sure what way you wanted me to go with this so i hope you enjoy <3.
Xavier was coming out of his bathroom, sweatpants low on his waist and one around his neck to dry his hair and no shirt on, when you knocked on his door. He takes a moment to rub the water out of his hair before throwing the towel in his hands onto the foot of his bed.
“Hi baby.” Xaviers face lights up when he opens his door to reveal you with snacks in one hand and an extra blanket in the other. “So I was thinking we should go either comedy or horror tonight?” you proposed while you brushed past him to set your things onto his desk.
For a moment he’d forgotten why you were there, it was Friday, your movie nights. He wasn’t completely sure when they began but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about spending time with his favorite person. Sometimes you’d switch off between your dorms, however after the events with Rowan went down movie nights took place in his room more often than not. No roommate to interrupt the peace during whatever movie you or Xavier had picked and nobody to comment on the way you supposedly looked at one another — your roommate, Yoko, loved to point it out no matter how many times you’d denied it. Though both of you had feelings for each other, there was no chance in hell you were going to risk the relationship you had.
Xavier had a crush on you from the beginning of your friendship while your’s came a couple of months later. There were little things each of you did to show your affection for the other so as to not say your feelings outright. You’d keep a hair tie on your wrist at all times for when he inevitably forgets his somewhere, while he’ll give you little drawings most days. Sometimes they’d be of you in class or something he’d seen and thought you might like. Every time it was the latter he made a mental note to make it come to life for you at some point.
“Xav? What do you think?” you speak, breaking the boy from his thoughts.
“Oh uh whatever you want. Isn’t it your turn to pick anyway?” he shrugs.
“Y’know that I like to pick something we’ll both like.”you mutter, walking closer to him. Quickly, you bring your arms around him and pull him into a hug. Both you and Xavier stand in the middle of his room for what feels like forever, enjoying the warmth of his skin radiating out into the shared space between you.
Stepping back slightly, your eyes wander across his naked torso and they stop on the marks ranging from dark to light that are lining the area above his hips. It’s not as if you hadn’t seen him shirtless before, but seeing them up close sparked something in you. Lifting a hand towards the marks you let it hover above his skin. “Can I…” Xavier is nodding before you can get another word out.
You begin to run your thumb across the markings, tracing over them, learning and memorizing the way that they feel under your skin, the supple skin bumping up against your fingers.
When you glance up at him, the worried look etched on Xaviers face isn’t hard to miss. Your heart stutters and your smile falters as you realize how he might feel in that moment.
“Hey, I’m sorry don’t worry, I think that they make you look pretty cute.” your voice is soft-spoken, trying to convey the truth to the long haired boy. Xaviers worries fade away a little bit as a smile is brought to his face, sensing the honesty in your voice. His smile grows slightly bigger when he still feels your fingers tracing over the marks.
“Thank you.” the words fall from his lips quickly. Though he was short with his response you knew that he meant it.
“Kiss me.” Both you and Xavier blurt out at the same time. His eyes widen in shock and your shoulders shake with laughter.
Xavier cups your cheek and brings his head down to yours, and presses his lips on yours for the first time. It felt as if sparks were flying around you two. When you break apart, Xavier has a goofy smile on his face that makes your heart melt.
“Come on pretty boy. It’s movie time.” you smile.
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“House Call”
Warnings: Slight degradation, bondage, hair pulling, brief spanking, a bit of spitting and unprotected sex
Word Count: 11.9k
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With her heels clicking against the floor, Rowan made her way through the lobby of the office building. She looked at the directory on the wall, locating the name 'Starr Entertainment' before stepping into the elevator and selecting the correct floor. She fiddled with the heavy gold watch on her wrist as she watched the number change on the screen in the box she was occupying.
She stepped out of the elevator once she got to the proper floor, walking down the hall to suite 710. Her eyes wandered around the hallway to make sure no one was watching before slipping inside.
The last thing she needed was an employee, or an investor of hers, seeing her enter this type of place.
Rowan looked to the man behind the desk as she walked forward.
"Hi, I have a meeting with Steven," she said confidently.
The man's eyes wandered over her, and he raised an eyebrow. "You're Rowan?"
She was sure that her clean and tidy appearance made it hard for him to believe that she was coming here to hire a male stripper, but it was her friend's thirtieth birthday. Maggie always talked about how she wanted to be surprised with a stripper on one of her birthdays, so Rowan decided what better birthday to do it for than this one.
The only issue - her and Maggie have very different taste in men. Rowan knew what Maggie liked, but that little detail was going to make this a bit difficult for her.
"Yes, that's me," Rowan answered with a nod of her head. "I'm due at a business dinner in an hour, so I need this to move as quickly as possible, please."
Steven rolled his eyes with a sigh and stood from the desk. "I'm Steven, follow me."
They walked down the hall a bit before he turned into what looked like a proper office with binders on the desk.
"Those are my guys that I've got currently," he said pointing at them. "Take your pick, and I'll let you know who's available that day out of the ones you choose."
"I can't just tell you what she likes and you pick some options out for me?" Rowan asks, a little frustrated as she really didn't have time for all this.
"Nope," Steven answered, sitting down on the couch that was also in this space. "It's easier if you do it yourself, trust me."
Accepting the fact that she was going to have to do all the work on her own, Rowan flipped open the binder and began to work through it - page by page after she sat down in the office chair. Each page contained 4 pictures of the men, none of them naked, however, as that's not the kind of business they ran at this particular entertainment agency. The men only ever got down to their underwear, and that's the main reason why Rowan chose them.
She didn't want to have to look at the dick of a man who was not her type.
She had been flipping for about five minutes or so before she stopped, glancing over one of the guys, and giving his page a bit more attention than the others.
'Harry Styles - 29 - 6'0".'
Steven made note that Rowan dwelled on the particular man she was looking at, and he popped up from the couch, standing to look over her shoulder.
"Ah, Harry," he said with a bit of a nod. "He's one of our most popular, but that's because he's good. Been with me for a little over three years now."
Rowan swallowed thickly as she stared at the pictures provided. He was toned, she'd give him that, but all the tattoos didn't do it for her. However, she knew they'd do it for her friend. She chewed on the inside of her bottom lip before hearing a knock on the open door.
"Hey boss," a raspy British accent filled the room, and Rowan and Steven both looked over. "I'm just here to pick up my check."
Steven smirked softly. "Well, if it isn't the man himself. I think we have another booking for you, Styles. Rowan here was just eying your page."
Rowan's eyes trailed over Harry, who was dressed in a pair of light blue flared jeans, and a white ringer tee that had red adorning the collar and the cuffs of the sleeves. The material strained against his large biceps, and the light colored shirt made the black ink against his tanned skin stand out even more.
His curls were a little messy, and his striking green eyes were staring right back at Rowan. A crooked grin appeared on Harry's lips as he chewed a piece of gum between his molars.
"Is that so?"
He made his way into the office, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"That's not entirely true," Rowan said after clearing her throat. "I'm still looking through."
Harry scoffed and leaned down to place his hands on the edges of the desk, fingers curling around it. "And what would it take to convince you that I'm the perfect choice?"
Rowan made note of how his muscles flexed when clutching to the wooden surface, along with the ticking of his jaw every time he'd bite down on his gum.
"Nothing, like I said, I'm still looking."
Licking over his bottom lip, Harry straightened up and grabbed the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades. He pulled it up and over his head, tossing it onto the nearby couch before running a hand up and through his hair.
"How about now?" He asked.
Rowan could've cursed herself for not only the way her stomach flipped at the sight of his bare torso, but also the clenching of her thighs.
"Well, you're a cocky one, aren't you?" Rowan questioned with a raise of her brow. "Four nipples, and what is that...a dick disguised in a banana peel around your neck?"
Harry let out a laugh, tilting his head back. "I can assure you that no one cares about my extra two nipples when I'm grinding over their lap, and you're right - a banana dick."
Rowan knew he'd be perfect for her friend, and it sucked because she wished she could shoot him down in order to bruise his ego, but she knew she couldn't be selfish about this.
"Fine, but I'll need you to dress up."
"That's fine," Harry said with a shrug, walking over to the couch to retrieve his shirt. "Nothing I haven't done before."
"Grease is her favorite movie, so you'll be dressing as Danny Zuko that evening," Rowan stated as she stood up, shutting the binder. She rounded the desk and crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the front of it. "I'll get all the clothing you'll need, just give me your sizes, and then we can meet a few days before the party so I can give them to you."
"Any song in particular I should keep in mind?"
Rowan almost didn't hear his question as her focus was on his muscles rippling as he moved his arms around to get his shirt back on.
"Grease Lightning would probably be the best," she said. "Seems fitting."
Harry snorted out a laugh while shaking his head. "Sure does."
Rolling her eyes, Rowan fished her credit card out of her purse to hand over to Steven. "My friend's gonna love you. Me? Not so much."
Harry's eyebrows narrowed as he moved closer to her while Steven moved out of the office. He was on a mission to write up the contract, and to run Rowan's card back at the desk he was sitting at previously.
"You're not my type at all. I don't like tattoos," Rowan said, smirking now that she was finally able to take a jab at him. "And I like my men sophisticated, something you're clearly not."
Harry ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he tilted his head to the side. "I'll have you changing your mind at that party of yours, I'm sure."
Now Rowan was the one to laugh, pressing a hand to her stomach as she doubled over. "You really are so full of yourself, huh? I can assure you that my mind will not be swayed."
Harry leaned down so he could be eye level with her, and she could instantly smell the spearmint from his gum as it filled her nostrils. "We'll see about that, sweetheart."
Before she could even comprehend the closeness they just shared, Harry was sending her a wink before walking out of the office.
She didn't like the way he made her feel. He wasn't her type, and he wouldn't be an exception no matter how hard he tried.
Steven returned shortly after, having her read over the contract and sign it. He provided her with Harry's measurements, and said just to call up the office and arrange a time for the two of them to meet up for her to hand over the clothes.
Rowan thanked him for his time before heading out and into the elevator. Her mind was boggled as she looked down at the copy of the contract in her hand, and she couldn't resist flipping to the page that had Harry's photos on it.
The elevator dinging caused her to jump, and she quickly folded up the papers while exiting the office building.
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It was Saturday night, and the night of Maggie's birthday party. Rowan was running around like a mad woman as she tried to make sure everything looked perfect. She had insisted on having the party at her place, and that's mostly because she had more room here than Maggie had at her apartment.
She didn't want anyone to feel crowded considering there were about 15-20 women coming other than Maggie and herself. Also, she'd rather not be confined to such a tight space with Harry.
Just the thought of him caused Rowan to tighten her grip on the vegetable tray she had in her hands as she walked over to her dining room table.
Her and Harry had met up earlier this week so that she could drop off everything he needed for Danny, and, of course, they had just continued making jabs at each other.
"Here's everything you're going to need - muscle tank, leather jacket, dark skinny jeans, a black belt and the shoes," Rowan told Harry, shoving the shopping bag into his chest. "Please, make sure you only wear these things. I didn't get you white socks because I figured you'd already have those."
Harry opened the bag and looked down at everything before fixing his gaze back to Rowan, tilting his head to the side. "I thought you said you would be supplying everything I need, and your costume requires me to wear white socks, right?"
Rowan was clenching her teeth so hard she thought they could break. "Are you fucking kidding me? I really don't have time for this right now. I'm just supposed to drop this off to you and go."
"There's a store right there," Harry continued to push, pointing at the building. "Let's run in real quick and you can buy them for me."
"I told you, I don't have time - I have somewhere I need to be in twenty minutes," Rowan stated firmly, pulling her phone out to check the time. "Yep, twenty minutes, no time. You can figure that one part out on your own."
"Where do you have to be so urgently? It's after work hours, and I know you're not going on a date."
"As a matter of fact, I am," Rowan said proudly, shrugging her shoulders. "So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go, and I'll see you on Saturday."
Harry whistled out, shaking his head as he shot Rowan a smug smirk. "Feel sorry for whoever has to deal with your shitty attitude for the whole night. You're definitely not going to get laid."
Rowan kept her expression stoic, but she truly wanted to grimace at his words. "I've never had an issue with that before. I think I'll be just fine, but thanks for your concern."
She moved to walk around him, but Harry was quick to wrap his hand around her forearm - causing her to spin around and collide with his chest. "Oh, please don't think of my thoughts as me being concerned for you. Just find you a little pathetic is all."
Eyebrows narrowed, Rowan ripped her arm from Harry's grip. "Who the hell do you think you are speaking to me that way?"
"I think you're the woman who practically insulted not only my appearance, but also my level of sophistication when we first met. I'm just giving you back what you dealt to me."
"As if you think I care about what you have to say or think about me," Rowan told him, shaking her head. "See you Saturday."
Thinking about their encounter made a sense of anger settle in Rowan's chest. The fact she had to see him tonight had her skin crawling, but she'd grin and bear it so that her friend could have the best birthday ever.
The party started promptly, and about an hour in she heard a knock at the door. She had been the one to greet the guests all evening, and she was mostly doing that so she could quickly hide Harry from her friends once he arrived since no one knew about this surprise.
She walked over and opened the door, gasping as she saw Harry in front of her. He was already in costume, the tight black jeans hugging his toned legs, and he had his curls back in the proper hairstyle. It was also obvious that he had sprayed his hair black for the occasion.
The leather jacket hung perfectly over his torso, and she could see the ripples of his muscles through the muscle tank that covered his abdomen. There was a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and she figured it was probably the clothes he wished to change into once he was done.
"So...are you going to let me in, or are you just going to stand there and continue to gawk at me?"
Harry's voice snapped Rowan out of her daze, and she brought her eyes up to look into his. She cleared her throat as she reached out to grab his arm, pulling him inside. She shut the door behind him, and turned to face him while holding her index finger over her lips.
She walked quickly across the hall to her guest room, and closed them in.
"Okay, so give me like five minutes, and I'll start the music-"
Rowan looked down all the way to Harry's shoes, and noticed that he didn't have socks on, his bare ankles showing due to his jeans being rolled up.
"Where are your socks?" She asked with wide eyes. "Are you seriously going to be that petty?"
"A deal is a deal," Harry said as he plopped down on the side of the plush bed, allowing his bag to slide off his shoulder and meet the floor. "In the contract that you signed, it said that you would supply every part of the costume. That includes the socks, Miss CEO."
Rowan scowled at him as she walked to the dresser in the room, beginning to rummage through the drawers.
"You're so fucking frustrating, you know that?" She complained while moving things around.
Her brother would spend the night with her often when he was in town on business, and she was sure that he had to have left some socks here over the course of his many stays.
"This wouldn't have been an issue tonight if you had gotten them to begin with, or if you had decided to be just a little late for your date. We could've gone into that store together and picked some out right then and there."
Rowan's movements halted when Harry brought up her date, and she shuddered when she thought about the awful sex she had that night. They say size doesn't always matter, which can sometimes be true, but when you don't even know what to do with what you have, how do you ever expect to get someone off?
They had gone back to his place, and Rowan dipped out before they could even finish. The douchebag hardly touched her, and the sex had been going on for about ten minutes without either one of them even getting close to their orgasms. Rowan was the one to speak up, and she practically flung the man off of her so she could scurry around the room and gather her belongings.
Harry chuckling right behind her caused Rowan to jump, and she quickly turned around after grabbing a pair of socks from the drawer. He didn't put his hands on her, and he didn't put his hands on the dresser to cage her in, but he did walk forward so they were chest to chest once again.
"Your face, and your body language, tells me everything I need to know about your little date," he said before running his tongue along the front of his top teeth. He took the socks from Rowan, tossing the bundle in the air before catching it. "You were left unsatisfied."
Rowan wanted to shut him up, and it pissed her off even more that she wanted to shut him by putting her lips against his instead of it being her fist colliding with his mouth.
"That's hardly the truth," she lied, shaking her head. "And it's also none of your business. You're here to do your job, not pester me about my personal life."
The smirk that curled onto Harry's lips had Rowan's knees buckling, and she reached behind her to brace herself on the dresser. She cursed herself internally, having made it so obvious that he had a hold on her considering how he looked tonight.
"You okay there, Rowan? Looking a little flushed," Harry teased, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Hearing her name tumble from Harry's lips had her almost falling out on the floor, no matter how much the surface behind her was stabilizing her. "What are you thinking about?"
What was she thinking about?
There was absolutely no way that she was going to tell him about the fantasy currently playing in her head since the image of her lips on his popped up. She pictured him picking her up, but quickly dropping her back on top of the dresser. Neither one of them would bother underdressing, both way too eager to just get this done and over with, but they were also just so hungry for each other. Harry would just get his jeans down to the middle of his thighs, while Rowan would reach underneath the wine colored dress she had on to move her black lace panties to the side.
Regardless of the personal frustration that was prominent, it was blatantly obvious that the sexual tension between them was a beginning to overpower that emotion.
Snapping herself out of the daydream, Rowan parted her lips to respond to Harry, but no words would come out. Harry let out a high pitched laugh at her silence, leaning down a bit which caused Rowan's chin to tilt up so she could still face him.
"I told you that I'd have you changing your mind tonight, and it looks like that's already starting."
Rowan couldn't even process his words before Harry walked back over to the bed, and sat back down. He removed his shoes, and began to slip on the socks she had given him.
"F-five minutes," Rowan croaked out, pushing herself off the dresser to run her hands over her dress to smooth it out. "Give me five minutes, and then I'll start the music and you come out."
There was no time for him to answer because Rowan moved so fast to get out of that space with Harry. Her guest room was in no way small, but with him in it, she felt like she was suffocating. She pressed herself against the wall outside the door to catch her breath a bit before shaking it off, heading into the living room.
"Maggie, let's get you a refill!" She cheered, taking her friend's drink and topping it off.
She wanted to make sure her friend had a full drink beside her before Harry got started, as she wasn't sure exactly how long he'd be going for, and Rowan wasn't about to be in that close of proximity to his dancing. No, she planned on standing in the dining room behind the living room with both double doors open so she could still see, but she would be far enough away so that Harry wouldn't be near her.
Once Rowan had Maggie's refill, she handed it back to her, and then grabbed the remote for her soundbar.
"Alright, so to really kick off this party, I decided that we'd start with a song from Maggie's favorite movie," Rowan said while flipping through to her music app. She clicked on it and typed in 'Grease Lightning' before looking around at everyone. "Are you all ready?"
Rowan was speaking louder than she normally would, but she wanted to make sure that Harry could hear her in the bedroom so that he was prepared. While setting up the party, she had already made sure to put a chair in the middle of the living room - using the excuse that it's where Maggie could open her presents. In reality, she had that there for Harry to coax Maggie into once his routine really got started.
The group of friends screamed and cheered, and Rowan pressed play before quickly setting the remote down. She started towards the back of the room as the music began to flow through the living room, and Maggie was already starting to dance.
Rowan peeked over her shoulder as she heard the guest bedroom door open, and out stepped Harry. He rounded the corner into the living room, causing all the girls to stop and stare at him.
"I've heard a little pink lady has a birthday today," he said, putting on an American accent - yelling over the opening dialogue of the song.
Rolling her eyes, Rowan shook her head and walked behind the table once she was in the dining room, beginning to nibble on snacks as she continued to avoid watching what was going on in the other area.
She was doing a good job of ignoring the activities happening amongst her friends before she heard their screams. Looking up from the table, Rowan's eyes caught sight of Harry's muscular abdomen as he peeled off the black muscle tank, his leather jacket already wrapped around Maggie as she sat in front of him.
Harry moved forward so that Maggie was between his legs, and he lifted one of her hands to run it over his chest, and then his abs. He began to roll his body, and Rowan could see Maggie tilt her head back with a loud laugh. Her friend was one to laugh in situations such as these because she didn't know what else to do, but she knew that Maggie wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest.
The music continued on, and she watched as Harry undid the black belt, quickly pulling it through the belt loops and dropping it to the floor. Rowan tried to will herself to look away, she really did, but she found herself in a trance with the way Harry's body moved in those tight jeans.
As the song neared its end, Rowan watched as Harry buttoned and unzipped his pants while her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She was holding a piece of celery in her hand that she had snagged from the vegetable tray, only one bite taken out of it since she had gotten so distracted.
Somehow, Harry managed to make reaching down to loosen the jeans around his ankles sexy, before he stood up straight. Within a blink, he pulled the jeans from his body, leaving him in a pair of tight black Calvin Kleins that hugged his crotch.
The celery stick in Rowan's hand hit the table as her mouth gaped, her eyes drawn to the prominent bulge that she could see. All the whistling and hollering from her friends sounded muffled in her ears, and it wasn't until her eyes looked back to Harry's face that she saw he was already looking right at her.
Rowan felt heat spreading across her cheeks and her neck, and she quickly made her way into the kitchen to avoid Harry catching her stares any longer.
Harry was in the process of cleaning his clothes up from the floor since the song had ended, but that didn't stop all the girls from talking to him - praising him on his performance.
"You should really stay for a couple of drinks!" One of the girls told him, and he looked over to her with a crooked grin.
"Yeah, if you all are okay with that," he responded, still faking his accent.
The agreement was unanimous amongst the women surrounding him, but that didn't include Rowan. Knowing that little detail made Harry feel like he had the upper hand on her, and he wanted to watch her squirm with him continuing to be there.
Harry carried himself to the guest room, and shuffled through his bag to get his fresh set of clothes out. He folded the costume that Rowan had supplied him, stacking it and leaving it on the bed for her to retrieve later. There was no point in him keeping any of it.
In just his briefs, he made his way into the in suite and saw the shower with the detachable shower head. He hung his head into the glass cubicle and turned on the water. Harry dug his nails into his hair and his scalp as he washed the dark spray away, and once he was sure he had it all out, he shut off the water and placed the shower head back in its appropriate spot.
Whistling to himself, he grabbed a towel from one of the shelves, running it over his head while he walked back into the bedroom.
Once he was back at his clothes, Harry pulled on his pair of light colored ripped jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. Licking over his bottom lip, he slipped into a pair of black and white Old Skool Vans before exiting the room, placing his bag by the door.
Rowan stood there in the kitchen with Maggie as her friend ranted and raved over Harry and his body. Maggie had a boyfriend, so obviously there wasn't any chance of something happening between the two of them, but some of the other girls thought they may have a chance. Rowan tried her best to remind the girls that he was here for work, and that she was sure he wanted to remain professional.
Her eyes quickly found Harry's as he walked into the room, and it was almost laughable how all attention became fixed on him.
"What are you doing?" Rowan asked, lifting an eyebrow at him. She immediately noticed that he had washed the black spray out of his hair, his chestnut curls still damp, and a bit unruly, on top of his head.
"I was invited by all of these lovely women to stay for a couple of drinks," Harry answered, walking forward to stack his arms one over the other - leaning against the bar of her kitchen. "One of them being the birthday girl, and I think she gets the say tonight, wouldn't you agree?"
It seemed like all the girls froze when they heard Harry's true accent, and Rowan's anger only grew with the way her friends were clearly drooling over him.
"Fine," Rowan agreed through clenched teeth, not wanting to be a wet blanket on her friend's night. "A couple of drinks. A couple is two - in case you needed the reminder."
Rowan's friends hardly paid attention to the clear animosity between the two individuals as Rowan walked back into the dining room to her bar cart. Once she approached it, she realized she had no idea what Harry liked to drink.
"Tequila, silver," the words dripped into her ears as she huffed out a breath, propping her hands up on the cart.
Harry grew ignorant when he saw the reaction Rowan had to just his voice, and he peered over his shoulder to see that they were shielded by the wall that separated the dining room from the kitchen.
"Did you enjoy it?" He questioned, stepping closer, but still not touching her. He could see the way her back was rising and falling, and it was clear just his presence had her reeling. "I saw you looking...staring."
Rowan pressed her tongue into the inside of her lower lip as she grabbed a rocks glass, scooping some ice out of the bucket she had prepped for the night. "I was watching to make sure my friend had a good night, that's all."
She grabbed the bottle of silver tequila she had at the ready, unscrewing the top before pouring some into the glass.
Harry's body heat was radiating against her, and it was everything Rowan could do to keep her hands from shaking.
"Are you sure that was your true reason for watching, Ro?" Harry's lips brushed against Rowan's ear just briefly as he whispered to her. She was fighting diligently to keep her eyes from slipping shut while resisting the urge to lean back into him - the nickname he had given her causing her brain to fog up.
Rowan swallowed harshly as she put the bottle of tequila back down. Once again he was rendering her speechless, and she hadn't been this way around anyone in a long time.
Harry's hand came in contact with the outside of her arm, fingertips running up and down it as Rowan sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.
"Y-yes, I'm sure," She whispered out, fighting against the fog in her mind that was only seeming to grow.
"Tell me something and this time, don't lie to me. You were watching because you wished you had been the one sitting in that chair, hm?" Harry's tone was so sultry, but teasing, as his lips ghosted over the side of her neck - goosebumps erupting all over her skin. "Couldn't keep your eyes off me the entire time, especially there at the end. Did you like what you were seeing?"
Rowan was so in her head that she didn't realize Harry had moved his arm around her waist so that his hand could rest on her stomach. The pads of his fingers danced across the material of her dress, causing her body to slightly jump at the sudden contact. It felt good, so good that her body seemed to pulse with jolts of electricity, but she knew that this couldn't happen.
"That's what you would like for me to admit, wouldn't you?" Rowan asked before breaking away from his grasp. She turned around to shove the rocks glass full of tequila into his hand, and Harry stared down at her with a gaping mouth.
"You don't get to just touch me like that. You'll have your two drinks, and you'll go. And don't flatter yourself by thinking I'm doing this to keep you here - I'm doing this so I don't ruin my friend's night by kicking your ass out."
Rowan quickly dipped down the hallway that was off the side of the dining room, opposite of the kitchen, so she could go and cool down in the bathroom. Harry's eyes kept tight to her retreating form as he sipped his alcohol.
It wasn't like him to lose out on trying to seduce a woman like that, but maybe he had read the signs all wrong. Maybe she really didn't find him attractive, and all she wanted was to make sure her friend had the best birthday ever.
✧✧✧
It was a Saturday night, and Rowan sat on her couch with a glass of red wine in her hand. Her TV was off, causing her to stare back at her reflection that she could see on the black screen. Every now and then her eyes would flick to the clock, and this time when she looked, it read 8:58 pm.
Two more minutes.
Taking a large sip of her wine, she got it down to about halfway. She began to nibble on her bottom lip once she swallowed - wondering if she had made a mistake with what she had signed up for this evening.
It had been three weeks since Maggie's thirtieth, and Rowan hated to admit it, but she couldn't get Harry out of her head.
The goosebumps that coated her skin from his touch, the way his heart shaped lips would curl up into that signature smirk, and, fuck, the way those tight black Calvin Kleins clung to his -
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Right on time, of course," Rowan muttered under her breath, setting her glass of wine down as she pushed herself off the couch.
For the first time in years, she was nervous.
Nothing made her nervous these days. Not a board meeting filled with 30-50 men that were more than twenty years her senior, not the initial date with people she'd match with on Tinder, and definitely not someone who presented themselves the way Harry did.
In any other situation, she'd see him as an arrogant son of a bitch, and she'd find ways to knock him down a few pegs.
But for some reason, she couldn't do that with him, at least not tonight.
With her hand around the handle of her front door, Rowan turned it, and opened the barrier that was shielding her from the man she had been fantasizing about more than she'd like to admit.
Harry's eyes immediately met hers, and just like before, he had a duffel bag over his shoulder. This time, however, he was dressed casually to begin with.
Adorned in a pair of mustard yellow corduroys that were slightly flared, and a white t-shirt that fit loose around his neck, Rowan watched as a stray curl lowered itself onto Harry's forehead as he looked down at her.
"Sounds awfully quiet in here for a party," he commented, and she could immediately tell he was chewing gum - much like the first time she had met him.
Rowan had lied when booking him, not being able to find it in herself to admit that she was wanting him again, but just for herself this time. She had told Steven that her friends loved him so much that she wanted him to come back for her friend's bachelorette in a couple of weeks, and it turns out Harry was booked up every weekend until this exact one.
The truth was, Rowan didn't have any friends who were engaged, and a few days after the party, her friends had stopped talking about Harry. But then there was her, not being able to get him out of her head.
Clearing her throat, she moved out of the doorway to allow Harry to step inside before locking everything up behind him.
"T-there's no party," she admitted, clutching her hands into fists to try and hide how they were trembling. "Just me."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Rowan, looking past her petite form, and into the living room, before focusing back down on her. "Well...this is just rich, isn't it?" He chuckled with a shake of his head. "So which is it? You asked me here to yell at me some more? Or to try and insult me even further than you have?"
Rowan moved her head in disagreement with his words. "No it's not that, I-" she stopped herself for a moment, taking in a deep breath before sighing it out. "Look, your cocky attitude is annoying as shit, and I stand by what I said about you typically not being my type, but I...I asked you here for me."
Silence blanketed over the pair, and eventually Rowan was forced to look at her feet from the uneasiness she felt. She was regretting her decision.
How was this a good idea when it made her feel so insecure?
Jumping from sudden contact underneath her chin, Rowan felt the side of Harry's index finger curl against her skin before he applied a bit of pressure - forcing her to look up at him again.
"You want me to strip for you? And just you?" He asked, his voice low, causing Rowan's lips to part as she tried to regain proper breathing.
"Y-yes."
Harry brought his thumb up to tap against the corner of her mouth a couple of times before dropping his hand. "Go have a seat. I'll be out in a few minutes, and I'll take care of the music too."
Not another word was said before Harry walked into her guest room, causing her to have flashbacks from the first time he was here.
Rowan snapped herself out of her daze before walking into her dining room. She grabbed a chair from the table and carried it into her living room, placing it in the middle of the floor.
With her glass of wine in her hand, she sat down in the chair - her body riddled with anxiety.
Part of her wanted to go knock on the door and tell Harry just to forget about it. She'd tell Steven to let him keep the money for wasting his time, and she'd leave it at that. She'd never have to see him again and deal with the embarrassment she felt for bringing him here like this.
Lifting her glass to her lips, she went to take a sip, but paused as she heard the opening of the guest room door. Her eyes snapped over in that direction, and she heard the clicking of shoes against the tiled foyer that he had to walk through in order to reach the living room.
Rowan almost allowed the wine to slip from her hand, but, thankfully, she tightened her grip in time as she looked over Harry's muscular frame once he reappeared.
Dressed in all leather, Harry stood in the archway. The black trousers and the black blazer hung on his body wonderfully. The blazer was open with no shirt underneath, and he had a green boa draped around his shoulders. He was standing a bit taller than normal due to the black heeled boots on his feet.
"Remote?" He asked as he walked forward, still working the piece of gum between his teeth.
Rowan quickly grabbed the remote for her TV off the coffee table and handed it on him, clutching her glass of wine against her chest. She watched as Harry went to her music app, typing in a song before hitting play. A beat rang through just a bit before the vocals started.
"I can taste it on your mouth, and I can't leave it. You're a freak like me - can't you see?"
The music began to fill the living room, and Rowan didn't hesitate to practically down the rest of her wine in one go. Harry's eyebrows narrowed as he watched, and he walked forward to take the empty glass from her hand. He set it down before standing in front of her - bent over so they were face to face.
"Relax, Ro," he instructed, grabbing her other hand that had been gripping to her thigh without her even noticing. "Just breathe."
Rowan inhaled deeply as Harry stood up straight, and straddled her body in the chair between his long legs. He moved her hand to his abdomen, letting her feel over his abs as she pushed her thighs together.
Truth was, Harry was a bit nervous himself. He had never stripped for one person alone like this, and for it to be Rowan, it was enough to drive him crazy. He hated her fucking pretentious attitude, but it would be a complete lie for him to say he didn't find her extremely attractive.
In a way, he completely fed off their banter - the insults turning him on more than he'd like to admit.
As he felt her palm brush against his skin, Harry fought the urge to gasp out at the sensation it brought. His skin was ablaze beneath her touch, and it left him wondering how her small hand would feel if it grazed him, or even gripped him, in other places.
His eyes trailed Rowan's body that he hovered over, her small frame covered in a pair of casual light colored jeans and a nude colored corset-like top. The top allowed for the swells of her smaller, but perky, breasts to rise and fall with each of her breaths, and he couldn't help but let his eyes stay glued to that sight.
Rowan caught where he was staring, and as much as she wanted to make a snarky comment about him gawking at her tits, she couldn't with the way seeing him look at her like that made her feel.
Getting more comfortable, Harry let his hand leave hers for a moment, but Rowan kept it firmly against his abs where he had left it. He pulled the boa off of himself, draping it around her shoulders, before stripping off the blazer.
Fighting the urge to let her other hand rest against his body as well, Rowan's eyes wandered over him, taking in the ink that was embedded in his olive toned skin. She barely comprehended that Harry had her other hand in his grasp now, and he moved that one a bit higher - letting her feel over his pecs.
"You okay?" He asked, watching as blush began to creep over Rowan's neck, and her cheeks.
Rowan nodded, swallowing harshly before answering. "Yes, please, keep going."
Harry couldn't help but smirk to himself, and he placed his hands over both of hers that still held to his torso before he began to roll his body to the beat of the music.
Rowan's mouth ran dry, and she watched the butterfly inked into his skin practically flutter with each roll. She pushed her thighs together even more, but this time Harry actually noticed it.
Moving his hands away from hers, Harry hovered over Rowan more and dragged them down the chair to the bar that sat just a little above the bottom of it. He picked the chair off the floor with ease, watching as Rowan's eyes widened. Her hands gripped to the top of his shoulders, not knowing what his next move was going to be.
Once a certain beat of the song hit, Harry allowed his hands to release the chair, slipping them immediately underneath Rowan's thighs to still keep her up and against him as the chair hit the floor. She moved her arms to wrap around his neck, her heart pounding against her chest.
Harry leaned down, running the tip of his nose over her collarbone as Rowan swallowed down a moan, tilting her head back a bit - causing the boa to slip off her body. She could feel the pants of his breath against her cleavage, having it be cold against her heated skin due to his spearmint gum.
Not being able to resist any longer, Harry kissed over the tops of her breasts that were exposed to him while Rowan ran one of her hands up and through his curls.
After a moment, Harry put Rowan back down in the chair and she watched as his hands met the waistband of his trousers. Her eyes were trained on his fingers as he undid the button, pulling the zipper down as well while he kicked off his boots.
"No denying that you're staring this time, huh, Rowan?" Harry teased, but she could hardly even hear him - knowing that she was so close to seeing the sight that had been replaying in her head for weeks once more.
He allowed the pants to drop around his ankles, and he stepped out of them - his groin now right in front of her face.
"But you want more than just this, don't you?"
Harry's hand cupped Rowan's cheek, moving her face up to look at him. She chewed on the inside of her bottom lip for a moment before giving him a nod.
"Yeah? You think I can satisfy you in the way all those men you've come across can't?" He asked as he grabbed the boa off the ground and walked behind her.
Kneeling, he grabbed her small wrists and brought them together. "Is this okay?"
It took a minute for her to realize what Harry was asking, but once she did, she nodded once more.
"Words, Ro, I need words."
"Yes, yes," Rowan gasped, her words coming out more hurried than she intended, but she was desperate and needy. "Do whatever you want, just please..."
Harry smirked to him as he wrapped the boa around her wrists, making sure it was tight, but not too tight to hurt her, before tying it to the back bar on the bottom, similar to the ones he had been holding earlier when he was lifting her in the air. The angle caused Rowan's back to arch slightly, and he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek knowing that it probably had her tits sitting up even better than before.
After standing up, he made his way back around the front, his dick twitching to life when he saw just how immaculate she looked. Almost completely at his mercy, Rowan peered up at him with parted lips, her chest heaving up and down.
"Whatever I want?" He asked, lowering himself down to the ground once more, his large hands traveling over the tops of her thighs.
"Yes, I just need-"
"Need me, huh?" Harry interrupted, a bit of a bite to his tone as one hand traveled right below Rowan's belly button, his fingers popping the button of her jeans open. "Thought I wasn't your type?"
His eyes held hers as he lowered her zipper, and then he moved his other hand up for them to both wrap around the waistband. Rowan lifted her hips blindly, and Harry began to pull her jeans down her legs.
Once they were off, he tossed them to the side, leaving her in just her top and a white lace thong.
"You're not," Rowan replied, clearly lying to not only Harry, but also herself now. "I just...you seem like you know what you're doing, and I need to get off."
That wasn't the answer Harry was looking for, and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He went to push himself off the floor to leave, having every intention of leaving Rowan tied up to the chair out of spite, but she quickly realized what he was doing.
"W-wait, no, Harry," she spoke up quickly, her tone borderline begging at this point. "Fuck, okay, I was wrong! Alright? You swayed me, just like you said."
Harry kept his head down to hide the cocky grin that wanted to creep its way onto his lips. There was something about a woman begging for him anyway, but the fact that woman was Rowan, had him feeling so arrogant.
"You sure?" He jousted, wanting her to squirm a bit longer, perched onto the balls of his feet since he was pushing himself to stand just a few seconds ago. "You're not just saying that?"
Rowan groaned, throwing her head back in frustration as she stared at the ceiling. "Yes, I'm fucking sure. I'm not doing this with you. Either you get on with it, or you-"
She stopped speaking when she felt Harry's hand around her throat, not squeezing, but it was enough to get her to shut up. Harry felt her throat contract underneath his palm, signaling that she had swallowed hard, and he knew she was trying to keep her composure.
"No more talking from you for the time being unless you need me to stop, got it?"
Rowan tipped her chin down to look at Harry once more, and she nodded.
"Good girl," he cooed before dropping his hand to the top of her shirt.
His other hand came up as well, and he began to undo the small clasps that lined the front of the top, holding it together. Once they were all undone, Harry let the material hang on her shoulders, not making any movements to push it back to the creases of her arms to reveal more to him.
Leaning forward, Harry ghosted his lips over hers, both of their eyes still open and staring at each other. "Open up."
Rowan separated her lips, unsure of exactly what his next move was going to be. Sneaking his tongue out, Harry rolled the gum from his mouth into hers before sucking on her tongue just a bit. This caused her to mewl out, her hips wiggling against the chair before he popped off.
"Hold that for me, will you?"
To say Rowan was speechless would be an understatement. Even though Harry told her to stop talking, she didn't think she would even be able to at this point. Her eyes followed Harry as he completely lowered himself to his knees once more.
His long fingers hooked into the crotch of her thong, and her hips jolted up as his knuckles brushed across her sensitive clit. Harry sucked his teeth at her eagerness, wanting to tease and degrade her as much as possible. It seemed to get her off just as much as him.
"So fucking needy," he commented with a shake of his head.
Slowly, he dragged the thong down Rowan's thighs, and then down her legs before tossing them to the side with her jeans. The cold air caused her pussy to flutter, the angle she was at having her completely exposed to him already.
Harry hummed as he wrapped his hands around the tops of her thighs, pushing them apart to spread her even more for him. Her wetness had him growing fully hard in his briefs, and he ran his thumbs along the creases between her hips and her pelvis.
Looking into Rowan's eyes, he bit down on his bottom lip and pulled her forward, slinging her legs over his shoulders. The strain against Rowan's shoulders, and arms, in any other situation would be uncomfortable for her, but right now, it was just turning her on even more.
"All this for me?" He asked, kissing over the inside of one of her thighs.
Rowan groaned, forcing herself not to buck her hips up to meet his face already. She was completely drenched and desperate - needing to be touched more than she had ever felt in her life.
Harry ducked his head completely down between her thighs, licking a strip from her dripping entrance to her aching clit, and Rowan shuddered, eyes shutting tight with pleasure.
"You poor fucking thing," he taunted, kitten licking her pearl a few times before speaking again. "This deprived of true satisfaction that you're acting like you haven't even been touched in years."
As much as she wanted to snap back at him, she knew if she spoke out of turn that all of this could be over, and there was no way she was going to let that happen.
"I guess you can be obedient, hm? Don't worry, I'll let you talk again soon, but for right now - I need to focus."
Rowan let out a loud moan as Harry open mouth kissed her slit, the tip of his tongue prodding at her entrance before slipping inside. Her wrists strained against the boa as she arched her back even further, and she wasn't sure if it was going to hold for the entirety of this situation.
She didn't even notice that her top had slipped down her arms, but when Harry opened his eyes to check on her, he saw that her breasts were now on full display. Her pink nipples were hard, poking up towards the ceiling as she was snaking her torso around.
Harry hummed against Rowan at the sight, wishing he had something to ground his hips onto to relieve the ache he was currently dealing with.
He fucked her with his tongue, her heels digging into his back as he went more aggressively. It was obvious that he could get her to an orgasm easily with the way she was responding to him, and he wanted nothing more than to get her there.
Pulling back, he lifted himself up a bit, causing Rowan to squeak out in surprise when his mouth disconnected from her, and her legs moved higher. Harry's lips wiggled as he hovered over her chest, mixing both her arousal and saliva behind his teeth before spitting down onto one of her nipples. He lifted hand to cup the underside of that breast, swiping the pad of his thumb over her skin to spread the wetness around.
He turned his attention to her other breast, repeating the same action of spitting onto it, but this time he leaned down to seal his lips around her nipple. Rowan whined, completely folded in the chair under Harry's large frame at this point. He sucked against the pebbled bud before parting his lips, letting off a bit to allow the tip of his tongue flick over it again and again.
"Fuck," Rowan sighed with her head back on her shoulders, not even realizing she had spoken out of turn.
Harry smirked to himself, letting it slide as he could tell she was completely overcome with pleasure at this point. He kissed over both of her breasts before lowering himself back down, getting back to work on her dripping pussy - eyes shut tight from just how much he was enjoying going down on her. It was easy for Rowan to hear her wetness mixing with Harry's spit, the sound so erotic that a band was beginning to tighten in her lower abdomen.
Once he sank his tongue into her cunt once more, Rowan rocked her hips, her clit grinding against the bridge of Harry's perfect nose.
"O-oh," she moaned, still not realizing she was speaking at this point. "That's good, 's so good."
She was completely drunk off of his mouth, never having someone go down on her this deliciously before. Her thighs began to shake on each side of his head, and Harry was quick to wrap his arms underneath her legs to press his palms against the tops of them, fingertips digging into her skin.
Rowan's eyes fluttered open, and she could see his biceps twitching as he would tighten his grip against her plush flesh every now and then. Her breath was stolen from her as Harry's eyelids snapped open, the green of his eyes barely noticeable with how blown his pupils were.
"Oh fuck," Rowan almost screamed, tossing her head back. "Harry!"
Her orgasm washed over her, feeling like a tidal wave crashing over her body not once, but twice. She continued to grind herself against his nose, his tongue still fucking in and out of her before she slumped down into the chair. Her chest was heaving up and down as Harry carefully pulled her legs off from over his shoulders, setting her feet down flat on the floor.
"So sweet, Ro," he mumbled as he kissed up her body, licking over the roundness of one of her tits before nibbling on her jawline. "You're so fucked right now, aren't you?"
Rowan whimpered as Harry sucked at the hinge of her jaw, fighting once again against her restraint.
"Harry," she whispered, opening her eyes once he pulled away. He was looking down at her, head tilted to the side. "My hands...please."
Harry's eyebrows knitted together with concern, and he quickly shuffled around the back of the chair to undo the knot in the boa that was keeping her captive. He held her wrists in his hands for a minute, running his thumbs along the impressions that were left. They wouldn't bruise, he could tell that much, but they were terribly red.
He stood up and let them fall into Rowan's lap before walking to stand in front of her once more, watching as she shrugged her top all the way off now that her arms were free.
"Are you okay?" He asked, scooping her up, having her wrap her legs around his waist - very similar to the position they were in before, but he was holding her a bit lower this time so her face was level with his instead of above. He noticed she wasn't chewing, and he raised a brow. "What happened to my gum?"
Rowan sucked in a deep breath, resting her hands against Harry's chest. "Yeah, I'm okay, and I...I may have accidentally swallowed it."
Harry chuckled when he saw how embarrassed she was to admit that, and nodded at her before catching sight of the large arm chair against the back wall in the room. He smirked to himself as he began to walk them in that direction, giving Rowan time to recuperate, but she still looked at him with confusion.
"I got you pretty drunk off my tongue, that's for sure," he commented, dropping her to her feet.
Harry was quick in turning her around, and Rowan gasped out in surprise before he forced her down over the chair. Her torso hung over the bottom cushion, hands gripping to one of the arm rests while her hips were pressed against the other.
"But I wanna see how drunk I can get you off of my cock, hm?"
Rowan's eyes shut and she moaned just at his words. A few minutes ago, she would've been ashamed having that reaction to something so simple, but she didn't care at this point. All she wanted was him inside her. She needed it.
Harry quickly disregarded his briefs, kicking them to the side. One of his hands encompassed her hip, thumb massaging against her lower back. Licking over her bottom lip, Rowan took a peek over her shoulder, her eyes growing large as she saw Harry's thick and leaking prick, his other hand stroking himself a bit.
"Do you have a condom?" He asked, puffing out some air that he had gathered in his cheeks.
Rowan flushed an even deeper red as she shook her head. "N-no, I don't usually bring men back to my place for this kind of thing. I'm paranoid...I don't like them knowing where I live."
Harry groaned, his eyes slipping shut as he gave himself a squeeze to try and relieve more of the ache he felt in his shaft. "Are you on birth control? Are you clean?"
"Yes - to both. I just got tested last week, but I always use protection during hookups. I get tested just for peace of mind."
"Well, I'm clean too, just got tested a few days ago, and same for me. If we do this, this is the first time I'm going without a condom in years," he grunted out, stilling his hand as he felt like he could bust just talking about being raw inside of her.
"I'm okay with it if you are."
Their eyes held each other for a moment before they each gave a small nod.
"Face forward, Ro," Harry instructed, and Rowan listened, clutching to the chair as she stared at the wall ahead.
Harry dragged his tip through her slick slit a few times, biting down on his bottom when he could feel just how wet she was from her previous orgasm and from his mouth. He popped inside her, feeling her clench around the thickest part of him, and he moaned, head rolling back on his shoulders.
"Tight fucking cunt," he muttered under his breath as Rowan mewled, going to pull away from him when she felt the burning stretch happening.
Harry quickly brought his hand down to spank against one of her ass cheeks, watching it jiggle before he gripped to her hips. "Where the hell do you think you're going? You wanted it. You're going to fucking take it."
Not giving her any more time to adjust, Harry used the leverage he had from her hips, and pulled her down while thrusting his hips forward - filling her up entirely in one go.
Rowan gasped out, legs trembling as she pushed onto her tiptoes, her lower back arching as she buried her face into the crease of her arm. He was so big - his thickness and length filling her to the brim, and even though it was painful, she was in utter bliss.
Harry oscillated his jaw before pulling out to his tip, he eased himself back in, slower this time and her walls fluttered around him deliciously. "God damn," he groaned with a shake of his head.
His tip was snug against her g-spot, and Rowan huffed out when she felt him twitch inside her.
Pulling back once more, Harry decided that was all the adjusting he was going to let her do. He began to fuck into her at a steady and hard rhythm, the sound of their skin slapping together quickly filling the room - the music playing in the background doing nothing to drown it out.
"Oh, you like it fucking dirty and rough, huh?" Harry jousted into her ear as he lowered his chest to be flush against Rowan's back, humming to himself when he could feel her pulse around him as he stilled his movements. "I knew you weren't as clean and pristine as you tried to be. Underneath that uptight exterior, you just want to be fucked like a whore, don't you?"
Rowan couldn't find it in herself to answer him, completely fucked from his impressive cock even if they had really just started.
Although Harry was already flat against her, hips pressed firmly against her ass, he thrusted his hips forward after a few moments of not receiving an answer - causing a scream like moan to rattle in Rowan's throat. "I said, you just want to be fucked like a whore, don't you?"
"Y-yes, yes, yes," Rowan stammered out, hands gripping to the armrest, nails sinking into the cloth material. "Fuck me like a whore, please. Your whore."
Harry growled, taking her earlobe between his teeth as he drilled his hips into her ass harder - starting up a fresh rhythm. Little sounds left Rowan's throat with each thrust, her mouth hanging wide open as she became completely overcome with ecstasy.
As fun as it was, and as deep as it was taking her this way, Harry also wanted to see Rowan's face, and feel her hands on him.
He pulled out of her abruptly, causing Rowan to collapse against the chair with a whine.
"Turn around," Harry demanded, and Rowan did so with shaky legs, reaching out to grasp to his forearms to keep her up straight once she faced him.
Harry's hands found her hips once again blindly, and he patted the palm of his hand against one of them. "Jump."
Rowan moved her hands to Harry's shoulders, jumping as she was told before he walked them over to the couch. He fell back against it, and Rowan situated herself so that she was straddling him properly. Her hand moved down to wrap around him, stroking him a few times before sliding him back inside of her.
They both sighed out once she sank down completely on him, her fingertips digging into his skin. Rowan stared into Harry's eyes as she began to roll her hips with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Harry's eyes danced over her face before he cupped her cheeks in his hands.
He tilted her head back a bit, but Rowan kept up her movements and still held his eyes. Harry moved both of his thumbs to press the pads of them against her bottom lip, pulling it out of her mouth.
"Fuck it," he mumbled before leaning forward, clashing his lips against hers.
Harry had been wondering whether or not he wanted to kiss her, as he found that to be somewhat intimate, but he didn't fucking care anymore. He knew the way her pussy tasted, he also needed to fully know the way her mouth did too. He only got a little hint of it when he sucked on her tongue earlier.
Rowan moaned into his mouth as she circled her hips, grinding down against him. His hands slipped down her back before grasping her ass cheeks, the tips of her fingers clutching to the crease between them and the back of her thighs.
Their tongues tangled together in a sloppy manner, but neither of them cared. They were so caught up in the moment, so caught up in each other. They both felt everything, from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes. This was the best sex either of them had ever had by far.
"That's it, Ro," Harry coaxed her as Rowan leaned back a bit, cupping the tops of Harry's knees as she continued to ride him.
Her eyes slipped shut, head hanging back on her shoulders while Harry moved his hands to her breasts. He kneaded them skillfully, pinching one of her nipples between his fingers. Rowan cried out, panting into the open air as her thighs began to shake again.
Harry could tell he was also nearing his own orgasm, and he brought one of his hands around to the back of her head. He ran his fingers down and through her hair before taking it into his palm. Wrapping it around his hand, he yanked her head back and Rowan gasped, beginning to slam her hips down against Harry's.
"You're so big," she moaned, earning another tug to her scalp - the sting causing her to clench around Harry's dick.
"Got you dumb off my cock, yeah? And here you were, trying to act like you didn't like what you saw from the very fucking beginning, but you did, didn't you? You just couldn't admit it to yourself."
Rowan groaned, knowing that he was right, but she didn't want to confess. Harry quickly let go of her hair, grasping her hips to still her, and she straightened herself up, looking at him with a pout on her lips.
"Answer the fucking question, and I'll let you ride me until we both come. If you don't, I'll make you sit back in that chair, tie you up once more, and make you watch me finish myself off with my own hand," he threatened, the tip of his nose pressed against hers.
Their chests were rising and falling rapidly as they stared at each other. Rowan's jaw was tight, really not wanting to come clean in the way that he was asking.
"Fuck you," she snarled through clenched teeth.
Harry smirked at her, beginning to lift her off of him, but she immediately wrapped her arms around the his neck, both hands clutching to his hair. She gripped at his curls, tugging his head back much like he had just done to her.
"Don't even think about it," she said, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth.
"Then admit it," he challenged.
She clenched around him again, even though he was halfway out, and he moaned, causing her to yank his curls once more.
"I'm not fucking kidding, Rowan, tell me. I want to hear you say it."
Knowing that her orgasm was right around the corner, Rowan let out a noise of frustration. "Fine, you're right. I thought you were attractive from the moment I laid eyes on your page, are you happy?"
Harry leaned forward, sealing their lips together as he pulled her down onto him fully once again. With his hands still on Rowan's hips, he moved his legs to part them further, and he began fucking up into her at an accelerated pace.
A tingle festered at the bottom of Rowan's spine, and she felt it starting to spread in both directions, creeping up her back to her neck, and down into her thighs.
"I'm...I'm," she stammered, barely being able to speak. "Coming. I'm coming, Harry. I'm..."
Gasping out against his mouth, Rowan reached her peak, her second orgasm of the night taking her over as she gushed around Harry's cock. Harry looked down to watch her arousal cover him, and he shoved his face into the side of her neck as he reached his own climax - continuing to thrust up into her to ride both of them out completely.
Their sweaty bodies clung to each other for a moment, Harry slouching back onto the couch, and Rowan collapsing against his chest.
His eyes blinked open, and he stared at the ceiling when he felt Rowan get up abruptly. Sitting up, he watched as she raced around her living room, picking up her clothes. "You need to go," she snapped, shaking her head as she walked down the hall.
Harry sighed, running a hand over his face as he got up as well. He gathered his own articles of clothing before heading into her guest room. After cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he changed back into the clothes he had arrived in, shoving his leather suit and boots into his duffel bag. He walked towards the front door, pulling his card out of his pocket, grabbing a pen from the drawer of the table that was against her foyer wall.
He quickly scribbled on it before heading into the kitchen to see Rowan clutching to the counter, gulping down a fresh glass of wine.
"No one can know about this. Do you understand, Harry?" She asked, not making eye contact with him.
Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes, "No fucking shit, Rowan, I could lose my job. You technically paid me for this, and I slept with you, that's not what my agency does. If it gets back to Steven, I'll be fired."
After a moment, Rowan's eyes met his as she licked over her bottom lip. "Okay then, so we both know to shut up about this."
Harry walked forward, tossing his business card on the counter. "Next time, just call me directly," he told her, and when he saw her mouth open to respond, he quickly held his hand up. "Don't try and fucking argue with me. You and I both know you won't be able to stay away. I know I won't."
Rowan watched as Harry turned around and walked out of her front door. She picked the card up off the counter, seeing it was for the agency. Her eyebrows narrowed, but she quickly flipped it over to eye another number written on the back, and she came to the conclusion he had given her his cell number.
And she knew he was right. There was no way she was going to be able to stay away now that she had had him.
(You can find part two here)
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Au Where I Make Cod Characters Act Like Characters I Simp For From Other Fandoms
Requested: No
Warnings: Blood Drinking, Voyeurism, Ghost has 3 sons (all fully grown and 25+, their names are Payton, Quentin, and Rowan), small bit of ✨spice✨, Dub-Con touching, Reader is called “Wife” and “Woman” in Soap’s part (if you know who Eddie Gluskin is, you know why), torture, tarantula, tarantula crawling on the reader, mentions of gore, blindfolding, abduction
Ghost - Lady Dimitrescu (Re8)
Ghost stares down at you, on your knees before him, shaking in fear while looking entirely out of place on his expensive rugs with your dirty and tattered clothing, covered in filth from the village outside, scratches all over. Looked like you had tumbled with a Lycan or two, he was almost impressed that you had survived such an encounter.
Ghost sighed as he sipped his wine, the rich taste of a maiden’s blood soaking into his tongue, a burst of beautiful flavor on his senses, like fireworks behind his eyes. He looked to you before looking away again, golden eyes narrowed like a snake’s. He was pretty sure you wouldn’t make good wine. But looks could be deceiving, perhaps he should sample you to be sure?
He heard you squeak and his attention snapped back to you, agitation melting away when he saw that one of sons was was currently kissing and sucking along your neck while another was pushing his hand into your pants, the third palming at your chest while nuzzling his face against yours. Surprisingly gentle for his boys, it seemed that they liked you more than the usual manthings.
He sighed again, deciding that maybe he could keep you around, if only to amuse his rowdy boys.
Soap - Eddie Gluskin (Outlast: Whistleblower)
He saw you. He saw you he saw you he saw you. He knows you’re there, hiding from him. You heard him chase you up the stairs, slammed the door in his face, damn near breaking his nose before locking it behind you. He had to break it down, an easy feat but it had given you plenty of time to hide from him. No matter, the room was only so big.
“Come out, Love. You’re hurting my feelings.” He cooed into thin air, hoping to soothe you like you were some sort of wild animal that got trapped in the asylum. “I just want to love you, can’t you see that?”
Something shifted to his right, he jumped towards it, scraping his elbows on the cement only to find it was a kitten darting through the rubble. He clicked his tongue, annoyance beginning to take hold when his patience started to wain.
“Darling, stop running from me! We’re going to miss the ceremony!” He called, standing to his full height again, brushing dirt off of his makeshift vest. “I want to make an honest woman of ya! Marry ya and fill you up with my bairn.”
Another shift, this time inside a locker. He took care not to focus on it as he checked his pocket for the spare lock he kept for situations just like this.
“You’ll look so pretty, swollen and full of me. And our babes will be so beautiful. I hope they look like you.” He said, trying to make it look like he wasn’t walking towards you, his fingers clenched tight on the lock, stroking the smooth metal. “Maybe with my eyes though. Just a little bit like me so everyone knows who ya belong to.”
The lock clicked in place and he felt your panic in the air before you showed it, but then you were banging on the inside of the locker, chanting a soft “no” again and again like that would get you out of this mess. If he looked close enough he was sure he could see your tears.
“There you are, My Lovely Wife.” He purred happily.
König - Asa Emory (The Collector)
König watched as you squirmed, silent as the grace as you sniffled and sobbed, frightened beyond belief. You’d woken up chained to a ceiling by your wrists, stripped naked save for your panties and the blindfold over your eyes. You couldn’t even remember how you’d gotten here. One moment you were in bed, the next? Here.
And the worst part was that something was crawling on you, sticking to your skin no matter how hard you tried to shake it off, making it’s way up your body. Every step it took with it’s furry legs sent you further into a panic attack. It only amused König as he watched one of his beloved tarantulas walk upon your skin. It made for a lovely picture, he’d have to do this again sometime.
He just couldn’t help himself when he saw you, all wide eyed and scared as he chased you through your house, dead family members and pets all over, slipping in their blood and guts with every turn. He didn’t even know you were home when he started laying his traps. Didn’t even know you existed.
But he was glad you were there. From the second he saw you, he wanted to know what you looked like naked, blood running down your body as he touched you, made you enjoy his touch. He got so excited that he ended up slamming your head into the ground a little too hard when he wants to knock you out. He hoped your brain didn’t suffer too much damage, he wanted you to be able to remember this. Remember your fear.
Maybe he’d paint your pretty face after this, just to watch your tears ruin the makeup, smearing it down your face as he fucked you, all pain and no pleasure. Poor little Fehler. His little Bug.
You shouldn’t have come out of your room.
Alejandro - Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)
He could hear you, trying to stifle your sobs as you crawled under barbed wire and through bramble, your sniffles of pain and fear echoing in his ears. It was almost…cute, how you thought you were being quiet. But so sad for you, Little One, he heard you loud and clear.
His hand clasped around the back of your neck, pulling you out of the bushes and into his arms no matter how hard you squirmed and squealed, pushing at him with your cut palms, bits of glass and thorns digging further into your open flesh. He’d need to bandage that for you.
He cooed in your ear, trying to soothe you as his hands patted your face and belly, trying to calm you down as you sobbed. His sweet Nanny, come to watch over him. And he’d watch over you just the same now that he was out of the walls. Once he got you back into the house and tied down onto his bed. Maybe he could calm you down like that, with his tongue between your legs, drawing sweet noises from your lips instead of the fearful ones you were making now.
He lifted his mask up just above his nose, burned nose nudging against yours softly, voice cracking from disuse. “Kiss?” He whispered, watching you shrink in on yourself with frustration. You kissed the doll’s head, but not him?
He sighed, deciding he would have to work on that later as he hauled you over his shoulder, ignoring the pounding on his back as you cried and screamed. No one would hear you. Not ever again. You were his, and nothing would take you away from him.
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Look at Us Now — Ch. 4
Fic Masterlist
I couldn’t wait until Thursday to post under a prompt for Aelin Week, so be ready for a surprise by then hehe
P.S. this chapter is my baby be nice to it
Edit: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THIS HELLSITE ILY @aelinchocolatelover [plays parabéns da xuxa softly in the background] ❤️💛💕💓❤️
Warnings: light NSFW, language, swords, let me know if I missed something
Word count: 6,1k (Oops!… I did it again)
The only sound Aelin could hear was their heavy breaths and the AC running.
Rowan was draped over the couch by her side, head tilted up and naked as the day he was born. The way his pecs flexed and glistened because of his post-orgasm heavy breathing and sweat was absolutely maddening.
Aelin’s fingertips were about to become calloused from the amount of times she ran them over his rock-hard abs.
It became a routine, pretending she was leaving base like everyone else at the end of the day, then turning around when no one would notice. She didn’t know if Rowan was always waiting for her or if he just enjoyed working until late. Aelin didn’t care. What mattered is that he was always at his office right after her classes were done, and she would always take advantage of it.
Aelin darted a glance at the watch Rowan kept on his wall. It was almost 11 pm.
She should’ve gone home to rest after having classes until nine, but Aelin was attached to this office like a magnet. Or to the man who stayed here. Rowan always had her so lost in his current Aelin often forgot she has a boyfriend waiting for her most days. Dorian didn’t seem to mind, though. With them having an open relationship, he was never lonely.
Around the third time Aelin came to Rowan’s office, there was a drawer with a lock and condoms inside. A short while after, he brought a small, but extra comfy couch, perfect for a post-orgasmic haze.
Aelin didn’t mind having sex on desks and walls for 10 weeks if it was with Rowan, but she liked this additional little touch.
It would be still the best sex she’s ever had, Aelin thought.
She hummed in delight, thinking about the way he tore her apart minutes ago in this couch.
Rowan lazily turned his head, making his gaze fall on her. What’re you thinking? His curious green eyes seemed to ask her.
“We still have time for a round three.”
He chuckled. “Insatiable.”
That single word sent a spark through her spine. Aelin had never been shy in bed, but things with Rowan were different. More intense. Something about him made her absolutely unleashed between these four walls, like wind spreading a wildfire.
They didn’t talk much, though. Too hungry for each other in the beginning and too tired from the day in the end, the only time they’d talk was between rounds.
“You’re not gonna wish me good luck?”
Every recruit needs to do a physical test by the end of their basic training, and Aelin’s would be tomorrow morning.
“You don’t need it.”
She grinned. “Because you trained me so well?”
Rowan did that thing where he tried not to smile, but the left corner of his lip tilted up anyway. “I think that goes without saying.”
“I disagree.” Aelin bit her lip, eyes full of mischief.
“Is that so?”
She nodded. “I need more cardio.”
Rowan said nothing, but his eyes sparkled with the challenge. He got up from the couch, then laid on the ground for a second before bending his knees and elbows to raise his shoulders and hips.
In less than 10 seconds, the bastard got into a perfect yoga wheel pose.
“Show off,” Aelin grunted. His grin was so smug she wanted to punch it.
“Hop on.”
Aelin’s eyes widened. “You want me to ride your dick like this?”
“You said you needed cardio.”
The squat work she’d have to do fuck him like this. With nothing around for her to support herself. After fourteen hours of boot camp and two orgasms.
“Absolutely not!” She shrieked.
One look at her face was enough for Rowan to chuckle, the echos of his amusement not stopping while he smoothly landed on the floor.
Aelin’s shoulders relaxed in relief, but something dawned on her. Was Rowan Whitethorn teasing her?
“Not funny.” She crossed her arms. “Get back here. And stop showing off. You’re not even the yoga type!’”
“That’s prejudiced. Why am I not the yoga type?”
She squinted her eyes at him, but the bastard was still grinning. He knew she thought he wasn’t the yoga type because he’s a burly brute.
He shrugged and sat back on the couch by her side. “I go to a class on Sunday mornings. My roommate joins me when he’s not too hangover.”
I could go with you. The words were in the tip of her tongue, but Aelin held back.
She knew her place in a man’s life after fucking for 10 weeks without even being asked on a date. And she was happy with it. Rowan was an incredible fuck buddy, and she had a boyfriend already to take to yoga classes. But like Rowan’s roommate, she didn’t know if Dorian could stay a single Sunday morning without being hangover, either. Or still at a party.
Who liked yoga, anyway?
Trying to erase her own thoughts, Aelin turned to straddle Rowan in one swift motion. She did her best to not let her self-consciousness show. She had been exercising like crazy, but didn’t seem to lose any weight. In fact, she’s been feeling bloated for a while now.
Fuck, Aelin really needed to stop thinking.
Rowan began trailing kissed down her neck, making her softly moan and search with her hips for his hardened bulge.
“I want to fuck you here. No yoga shit.”
Aelin didn’t see it coming, his hand slapping her ass so hard it sent shivers through her body. The hand on her hair slid to her throat, gently squeezing it again when he commanded, “You take what I give you, and you’ll like it. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” Aelin whimpered, and then moaned when he slid his cock between her folds to press against her clit.
It was so good it could be a crime, the way Rowan made her feel. How he knew exactly what to say in bed and every trick to make her scream.
Right now, this was exactly what she needed.
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Aelin kept telling herself that today’s test was a given, and that she could endure worse than this. Dorian kept telling her that it’s okay to be and act nervous before her test.
Truth was, fighting him and insisting she wasn’t edgy was very effective at distracting her from the real thing. Now that her boyfriend was waiting outside while she waited for her second physical test in the Air Force, it felt a lot more real.
It consisted of two parts, some bureaucratic blood tests and tox screens and then being cleared to do the actual test.
Aelin was on a row with the other people from her class, entering the room where it was going to happen, when someone stopped her.
“Wait there. Galathynius, right?” The flat and rough voice came from Captain Salvaterre, the coordinator of her program. He frowned at the clipboard and wrote something down before looking back at her. “You’re not cleared to do the physical test. You’ll get more info via email later.”
Aelin didn’t move. Eyes widened, mind blank. What the fuck just happened?
“Bye, Galathynius,” Salvaterre dismissed her.
“Wait,” Aelin blurted, mind still short-circuiting. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. Don’t care either. The doctor didn’t clear you to do the exam, and now you’re holding up the line.”
Her eyebrows squished together. Why would the doctor do that? “Can I at least talk to them?”
“Look, I won’t let you bother the doctor just because you smoked some weed or whatever and got caught.”
“Excuse me?” Aelin hissed.
Salvaterre sighed. “Most people that fail this step do it because of the tox screen. I don’t give a fuck about what you do on your free time, just don’t bother the doctor over this shit. It’s done.”
“What? I don’t do drugs!”
He didn’t look convinced.
“I mean it.” Aelin raised an eyebrow. “I could be dying. I could die right now without knowing what’s wrong.”
Salvaterre rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
She followed his instructions to where to find the doctor, her mind racing all the time. Since it was their mistake, maybe she could reschedule the test. Sure, Aelin had been feeling tired and drained all the time, but it was because of her exhausting training. Apart from that, she knew she was on her prime. This was surely a mistake.
Aelin knocked three times at the door and went inside before the doctor could tell her to come in. If she did it fast enough, maybe there could be time for her to rejoin her class and do the test.
The doctor was a kind-looking older woman. Files, probably everyone’s exams surrounded her, but she looked calm in the middle of that chaos.
“Oh, hello, there!” She grinned. “How can I help you?”
She shook the doctor’s hand and rushed to sit on the chair in front of her. “Hi. My name’s Aelin Galathynius. I didn’t get cleared to do the physical test, so—“
“I’m on it.” She quickly found Aelin’s file and smiled when she opened it.
Aelin frowned. What was she smiling at?
”I couldn’t let you go in there, dear,” the doctor explained, “These tests are ruthless, especially when you’re new. All your exams look great, but it’s too physically straining and risky for any pregnant woman.“ She smiled. “Congratulations, by the way.”
“Wait. No. I’m going there. What in—“
Wait a fucking minute
Did she say pregnant?
Aelin cleared her throat. “There must be something wrong. You’re sure this exam isn’t someone else’s?”
The woman handed her the paper, jaw dropped. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—“
“Holy shit,” Aelin interrupted, not really caring about anything else right now. Too stunned to remember that she was cursing at her soon-to-be workplace.
Her eyes were frozen on the same few lines.
PATIENT: AELIN ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS
BETA HCG QUANTITATIVE
TEST VALUE: 91350 mIU/mL
P.S. POSITIVE
What the actual fuck?
Aelin just stared with a slack jaw, eyes glued to the paper.
Dorian had a vasectomy, and she only had unprotected sex once this year. Way more than once actually, but all on the same evening. Does Rowan have a vasectomy? Is he the vasectomy type?
For the first time of her life, Aelin cursed herself for not keeping good track of her period. She just marked the first day she bled on the app and forgot it existed until the next month.
Aelin snatched her phone from the purse, frantically opening the period app.
She felt the ground falling underneath her feet.
There were signs everywhere telling her period was late. Months late. The most neglected app on her phone had been trying to tell her the most important thing of her life for months.
Aelin sighed and held her head in her hands, trying to make sense of something she already knew was true. Her last period had been almost three months ago, a little before her unprotected sex with Rowan, at the very beginning of her training.
She cursed math for never lying.
Getting up, Aelin snapped a picture of the exam and gave it back to the doctor, mumbling a thick “Thanks, good morning.”
She walked that familiar path with no destination in mind. Aelin had nowhere to go now that she wasn’t doing the test. She tried to process this, but wasn’t processing nothing at all.
She was pregnant. Baby. Diapers. Cries. Big, big belly. Milk. Milk and money, actually. Babies required milk as much as they required money.
Money wasn’t an issue. At least Aelin was a doctor.
If she was keeping the baby, Aelin thought, but soon brushed it off. She wanted this. Twenty-seven isn’t too young to be a mom, right?
Fuck, she’s going to be a mom. No, not fuck. Good. This was good news. Scary too.
She also needed to move out. Uncle Orlon and Darrow never wanted kids, raising her and Aedion after Aelin’s parents died was enough on them. She didn’t want her kid to be a burden.
Her and Rowan’s. Way to go, being knocked up by a brute she barely knew.
Rowan did not look like the nurturing dad type, at least not by the way he acted around his students. Aelin cringed. Would he be too hard on her kid?
If he wanted the kid, she couldn’t forget. There was a good chance he won’t want the baby, considering that: (a) he’s a man, (b) their history, or lack thereof.
A hand wrapped around her elbow, making her jerk and go stiff.
It was just Dorian, though. Looking around, it looked like her aimless wandering led her to the room she left him in.
“That was quick,” her boyfriend said. “How was it?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“We need to talk,” Aelin blurted.
She pulled a confused-looking Dorian to his car until they were seated with the doors closed. She showed him the picture of the exam and waited for his answer. And waited. And waited until she was wriggling in her seat, trying to get a better look at his dumbfounded face.
“Wow,” he breathed, and turned to face her. “What are we doing about this?”
We.
That word alone almost broke her heart.
“You know it’s not yours, Dor.”
“It’s Hot Lieutenant’s?”
Aelin nodded.
He had a small, sad smile on his face. “But we’re a team, remember?”
She swallowed, chest constricting. God, this was hard. Aelin already knew what she had to do, but it didn’t make it any easy.
“We are, but this isn’t a quick fix. It’d mean no quiet time, no free time, vomit all over your expensive furniture…”
Dorian took a deep breath. “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”
Aelin nodded, clamping her lips together. “You don’t want to change your entire lifestyle for a kid that isn’t even yours, Dor.”
He didn’t answer. Just nodded, resigned. They knew they weren’t the one for each other, but that didn’t mean they wanted to break up now. The situation required, though. Aelin’s relationship with Dorian was based on fun and friendship, and throwing a baby in the mix wasn’t a good fit. Besides, he didn’t want a kid. He has a vasectomy for a reason.
Dorian cradled her face with both hands, looking her deep into her eyes. “I might not be your baby daddy, but I’m going to be the best damn uncle this kid will ever have, okay? I promise.” He brushed off a few rogue tears from her face. ”I love you, Aelin. Whatever happens, you’re not alone.”
Her hands wrapped around his torso, not caring that she was dampening his designer shirt with tears. “I love you, Your Magnanimous Holiness.” She felt his chest faintly shake with what would’ve been a full laugh any other time. “You’re still my best friend.”
Dorian kissed the crown of her head. “I better be. You’ll always be my best friend, Ace.”
They stayed a long time like this, Aelin taking deep breaths while he hugged her and played with her hair. It was nice, even with the bittersweet mood that lingered.
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Aelin woke up at her actual house this Saturday morning, which was odd. She usually spent weekends at Dorian’s, and even if they decided to stay friends after the breakup, she needed time alone to think.
She was pregnant.
Her first trimester flew by, and she had missed every single sign of it. Sure, she was feeling tired and had some cramps, but these were a few of the things she was shrugging off and assuming it meant something else. But Aelin knew better now.
She had so much to figure out it was making her dizzy, so her only goal this weekend was to not freak out completely.
One thing at a time, like her old therapist taught her.
On Monday, she’d make an appointment at the OBGYN and tell Rowan. Just find him on base during lunch or after work and rip the band-aid off, no expectations.
Aelin was giving her damn best to calm her heartbeat and not think about what would happen after that.
The smell of barbecue dragged Aelin out of her room, and hopefully it’d be a good distraction from all this.
Everyone was chatting in the backyard. She didn’t know when Aedion got here, but he was sitting with Uncle Orlon and Philippa, the housekeeper, while Darrow manned the grill.
Her heart squeezed to see her family like this. She wondered how much it’d change, after Little One was here.
“There she is!” Aedion beamed. “I thought I’d only see you at dinnertime, Ace.”
“Overslept.” She shrugged, feeling her stomach getting queasy just to think of the reason she stayed in bed more than usual.
“Is Dorian coming today?” Philippa asked. “I made that berry pie he likes.”
Aelin swallowed. It’d be easier to get this over with, so she took a deep breath to calm her nerves and announced, “Dorian and I broke up.”
The uncomfortable silence and everyone looking at each other without knowing what to say didn’t last long.
“Oh, thank God.” Uncle Orlon’s shoulders dropped and he sighed in relief. Aelin gaped, mind blank for a second. When he read her expression, he continued, “What? I like the kid, but he’s too unserious for you, Fireheart.”
She sagged back in her chair. Aelin wanted to argue, but her uncle was right. She always knew Dorian wasn’t the one, even if she enjoyed their relationship.
“What did he do?” Aedion snarled, arms crossed while he carefully studied his cousin.
“He didn’t do anything.” Aelin took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to drop. “We broke up because I’m pregnant.”
The only sound was her cousin squeezing his beer can with his hand until it was completely crushed, its contents spilling onto the table.
“He did what?” Aedion hissed through his teeth, and it was only then that she noticed everyone was intently looking at her, their faces somewhere between concern and something murderous.
Oh, fuck. Aelin really had a way of putting her foot in her mouth sometimes, didn’t she?
“It’s not his!” She blurted before anyone started overreacting. “Dorian’s not the father.”
“Oh, honey.” Philippa’s eyes were soft, understanding. “Did you cheat on him?”
“No. Hmm.” Aelin scratched the back of her head, feeling her whole face flush. God, this wasn’t a conversation she’d like to have in a room full of old people. “We weren’t exclusive. We could see other people while dating each other.”
Aedion didn’t seem impressed, but Orlon’s eyes were bulging out. Darrow was carefully silent.
“Is it a new kink?” Philipps wrinkled her nose. “Being cheated on.”
“It’s not like that!” Aelin groaned while holding her face with both hands.
“Honey…” Orlon took her hand, brows furrowed with concern while he struggled to say whatever he was thinking. “Do you at least know who the father is?”
“Of course I do!” She blurted, cheeks flaming as she dropped his hand. Aelin wasn’t easily embarrassed, but discussing her sex life with her great-uncle was not on her bucket list.
Everyone was silent, waiting for her to drop this piece of information.
“I haven’t told him yet. I’m not sure you know him, but promise you won’t say anything?”
Everyone nodded. She took a deep breath.
“It’s Lieutenant Whitethorn.”
“WHITETHORN?” Darrow screeched. “ROWAN WHITETHORN?”
Aelin froze. They did know him, after all.
Darrow ran inside the house and Orlon went after him, always the peacemaker. All things considered, she was thankful they didn’t have any guns, even though they could for being in the military.
“At least he’s hot,” Aedion acknowledged around a bite of garlic bread after a small stretch of silence.
Aelin groaned. “You know him too?”
“We did basic training together, and I think he went to Darrow’s section right after. Cool dude.”
“You’re not mad?” She eyed him warily.
“I’m happy for you, Ace. I will go for his head depending on what he says to you, though.” Aelin snorted. That sounded like her cousin. He continued, “But I need a cute niece or nephew to impress the ladies.”
“You are not using my kid to pick up women.”
“Not any women.” He leaned back, a lazy grin on his face. “MILFs.”
Aelin was about to say something about how disgusting her cousin was when a loud noise interrupted them.
Through the window, she could see Darrow holding a sword the military required them to have for some special ceremonies. Orlon was holding his own by the door, probably telling his husband to not threaten Rowan with it.
Considering that Rowan most likely also had a sword and definitely lived somewhere in this same village, she wouldn’t put past Darrow to find him and actually start a sword fight.
Aelin got up from her chair, ready to stop this nonsense. That’s the problem with her family, it’s full of overprotective men. They even have the medieval weapons, for Mala’s sake.
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Aelin clicked on the side button of her phone just once, to stop ringing.
“Do you want to take it? I can come back in a few,” The waitress asked.
“No need. I’ll have two of today’s specials, a diet coke and a non-alcoholic beer, please.” Aelin forced a smile.
On the table, her phone still showed a picture of Rowan and their daughter together, their smiles so big it was almost blinding. On the bottom of the screen, the choice to still take the call or refuse it altogether.
When it went off and he didn’t call again, Aelin let out a long breath.
Her relationship with Rowan got a lot more pacific after his trip to the hospital. It lasted less than two days.
Something eased inside Aelin’s chest when her cousin stomped inside the restaurant while looking for her. Aedion had many skills, but he had never been exactly a graceful person, Aelin mused with a small smile when he accidentally bumped his hip against one table.
They were on their lunch break, and while meeting at the restaurant nearby was nice, doing it for the third time this week was not in Aelin’s plans. At least not when she could eat for free at the Air Force’s mess hall.
But she would never deny lunch to her hurting cousin. Besides, Elide texted her saying they were serving fish today, and it wasn’t good. The food at the mess hall was a box full of surprises. It could be anywhere between unbelievably good and absolute shit.
“I see you’re still avoiding Kyllian,” she prompted.
Aedion didn’t answer, and he was saved by the waitress coming with their drinks. He and his now ex-boyfriend had been on a rough patch these last few months, and Kyllian being called upon to relocate to Mistward was their last straw. Apparently, Aelin would be helping her cousin avoid his ex at base until he moved.
“Seriously, Ace? This tastes like shit.” Aedion grimaced at his non-alcoholic beer.
“I’m not letting you get back at work drunk. And it’s on me today.” Aelin eyed her cousin warily. “Only because you look terrible.”
That damn ringtone started playing again. Her phone was on the table, so both Ashryver cousins stared at the picture of Rowan and Maisie. She pressed the side button again.
“You’re not gonna answer that?” Aedion asked.
Aelin squared her shoulders. “I’m already answering that, by silently telling him to give me space and respect my boundaries.”
“It could be important.”
“It’s really not.”
Aedion rolled his eyes and swiftly snatched her phone from the table. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
He hummed and nodded for a few seconds, then turned to Aelin. “Rowan wants to know what you packed for Maisie’s lunch today. He called in the morning to remind you she had a tummy ache yesterday, but you didn’t answer.”
Aelin ground her teeth together. Like she wouldn’t remember her own daughter was sick. What kind of mom did he think she was?
“Tell him to fuck off,” Aelin spit out.
Aedion sighed. “She told you to fuck off, man.”
Her cousin hummed again, then his eyes lit up and he perked up. “That’s so cool! Wait a second.”
He asked Aelin, “Did you read his texts about soccer classes?”
She gripped her diet coke with a little too much force, trying not to snap at her cousin. Aedion winced before Aelin even opened her mouth, reading her too well.
“I don’t think she wants to talk to you right now, man.” A pause. “Speaking about soccer, do you wanna watch the game on Sunday?” Aedion frowned and leaned back on the chair. “Come on, man, you have to. You know I’m on a post-breakup slump.”
Whatever Rowan told him made Aedion gape. He turned to Aelin. “You didn’t tell him Kyllian and I broke up?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not friends with Rowan, Aed. We only talk about Maisie.”
Aedion sighed, said goodbye and promised to text him about Sunday’s game.
After he gave her the phone back, her cousin said, “I don’t know what happens between you and Rowan that makes your relationship so bad.”
Aelin ground her teeth together, refusing to answer.
He wouldn’t have it, though. “He’s a good man. An even better dad. Your family loves him. For someone who got pregnant out of a hookup, you did pretty great, Ace.”
“Can we change the subject?”
He drew in a long breath and let it go. Anyone close to her knew The Rowan Conversation was absolutely fruitless.
“I vote for soccer.”
Oh, great. He stopped talking about her least favorite subject of all time, introducing this week’s least favorite subject.
“Thank God you’re not her parent, then.”
”Ouch.” Aedion held a hand against his chest in mock-offense. “I’ll be a great dad.”
She snorted. “You’ll be a pain in your kids’ ass.”
“Take it back!” He exclaimed, gaping.
“Don’t you dare forget how you scared away every boyfriend I had in high school!”
“I was saving your sorry ass from those assholes, that is.”
This time, Aelin gave him a full laugh. She was kind of a dipshit magnet during her teenage years, her cousin wasn’t completely wrong about that.
He continued, “I think Rowan is the only guy you dated that I actually like.” Well, that was a way to sober up the nice mood she just got in. Aelin glared at her cousin. Knowing what she was about to say, Aedion rolled his eyes and held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, you two never dated. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” A pause. “I promise I’ll drop this, but I’m curious. Is there anything wrong with soccer practice, or you’re just picking a fight?”
“I don’t pick fights for no reason.”
Aedion raised an eyebrow. She frowned at him.
She did not. All of her fights with Rowan were absolutely unavoidable.
Aelin shrugged. “Soccer’s lame.”
“Stop lying.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re not crazy about it, but you like soccer.”
Aelin wanted to punch that know-it-all expression out of his face.
He didn’t move, waiting for her answer.
She squinted her eyes at him.
He looked absolutely unimpressed, keeping eye contact until he won that battle of wills.
“Fine,” Aelin grumbled as she roller her eyes and sagged in her seat.
“And?”
“I’m too cool to be a soccer mom.”
Aedion barked a laugh, head tilted up before he looked her in the eye again. “You’re joking, right?”
“I’m really not. Have you seen those soccer mom tiktoks?” This wasn’t nearly as funny as her cousin thought.
“You’re okay with putting your body through excruciating pain and cleaning explosive diarrhea, but you draw the line at becoming a soccer mom?”
“Yes.”
He guffawed again, now drawing the attention of the people from the surrounding tables. Aelin just sat there, trying not to smile at her cousin’s dramatic reaction and waiting for him to come back.
Her grin widened when the waitress came with their lunch before she got hangry. Aedion could be absolutely insufferable sometimes, but he deserved good company.
Aelin cleared her throat. “Did you buy a new washing machine?”
His broke down this week, and Philippa kept complaining about Aedion’s lack of laundry skills over and over after the one time he washed his clothes at Orlon’s, two days ago.
“Nope, I’m trying to fix it again tomorrow.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Like when you ‘fixed’ your ceiling fan and now it only works with the lights on?”
He stuffed his mouth with food and refused to answer.
Aelin continued, “You need to stop finding random things in your house to fix and find another boyfriend. Or girlfriend, whatever. You’re pathetic when you’re single.”
“YoU’rE pATHeThIc wHeN yOu’RE sinGLe,” Aedion mimicked with a high-pitched voice.
She rolled her eyes and set an alarm for when her lunchtime would need to end. It might be an Ashryver thing, but it was really easy to lose track of time when she had so many things to bicker about with her cousin.
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The floor was so shiny Aelin could barely believe most of the people inside this building were kids.
It better be, she thought when she remembered the price tag that came with it. Maisie better go straight to college after finishing preschool, because it was really hard to believe Aelin and Rowan were paying that much for their kid to learn letters and count to 20.
She took a deep breath. Aelin would pay as much as she could if it meant her daughter wouldn’t be yelled at. This was better than the Air Force school, even if was a much longer drive from home.
After last week’s incident, Uncle Orlon told them to file a formal complaint and let him deal with the rest. By the look on his face, Lieutenant Valg would not go unpunished, and this was enough. Aelin couldn’t do anything more without facing consequences because of her rank, so now she wanted to focus on the present. Which now meant Maisie’s teacher, that she was about to meet.
She heard hurried footsteps on one side of the hall and thanked Mala it was Rowan.
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not too late, am I?”
Her eyes zeroed on what he was wearing, though.
“Seriously? You didn’t even change out of the uniform?”
“I don’t have a whole team of co-workers ready to cover for me,” Rowan sneered.
Yes, he did. He swapped schedules with Fenrys all the time.
Aelin rolled her eyes. “It’s not like your job is hard.”
“Excuse me?” He snarled.
“And you don’t even do it well! There’s so many ways to torture a eighteen-year-old, and you choose push-ups? Seriously?”
They heard a loud throat clearing and whipped towards the sound. It was a brunette holding a binder, wearing a long dress and sneakers.
“You’re Maisie’s parents, right?” She shook both of their hands. “I’m Borte Arcas, her teacher.”
It was like Aelin’s whole face was lighting on fire. Of all the ways this introduction could’ve gone, being caught mid-fight was not one she hoped for.
They didn’t get the chance to properly meet the teacher the day they enrolled Maisie here, this Monday, because her daughter was only supposed to get to know the school. But when Mais saw her cousin through the class’ window, she walked in without asking and decided she was staying. Just like that. Later that day, the teacher sent an email introducing herself, leaving her phone number if they needed anything, and inviting both of them to meet on Friday, after she got to know Maisie a little better.
And there they were, sitting side by side in a large office while Ms. Arcas turned the AC on in front of them.
“Do you need anything?” She asked. “Water, coffee, cappuccino…”
“A cappuccino would be great.” Aelin gave her a small smile.
The teacher turned to Rowan. “You?”
“Just water, thanks.”
After everything was settled, Ms. Arcas spent some time getting to know them before discussing Maisie. She was getting more comfortable with the class each day, loved story time, took part in group games. It was good for the ego, hearing the teacher talk about her daughter this way. Not that Aelin didn’t know already that her daughter is awesome, but her chest was bursting with pride right now.
Mais was only a little behind on reading compared to her classmates, but Ms. Arcas said this isn’t a big concern yet because every kid has their own timing.
She closed the binder with Maisie’s info. “There’s only two more things I wanted to discuss...” she bit her lip. “This week, during one activity, Maisie said that her favorite drink is wine.”
“What?” Aelin blurted, feeling her cheeks redden and Rowan’s shocked gaze on her. “It’s not! It’s…” one deep, long breath followed by a nervous smile. She was going to kill her daughter.
“Sometimes Maisie sees me drinking wine. Not every day, and not too much, really. Just a glass.” She grimaced. “Maybe two. Anyway.”
Aelin scratched the back of her head, wondering if she was digging a hole for herself. She didn’t care about what people thought of her wine habits, but wanted to make a good impression on Maisie’s teacher.
She continued, “Sometimes she asks to drink too, it ends with huge meltdown, so one day I gave her grape juice and told her it’s wine. She loves it. We sip together.”
Rowan’s head whipped towards her, eyes wide. “You lie to her?”
“You give her fruit and tell it’s dessert,” Aelin argued.
The teacher cleared her throat again. Loudly.
“Sorry,” they mumbled under their breaths.
Ms. Arcas looked at her watch. “I just need her to not influence other kids to drink ‘wine’. The last thing I wanted to talk about before we wrap this up…” she took some sheets of paper from the binder and spread them on the desk between them.
“Maisie seems pretty fond of drawing.”
“Especially on my walls,” Rowan said between a small smile.
The teacher nodded. “Have you tried to analyze them?”
Aelin frowned. “We do that thing where we comment on them so she feels seen.”
“That’s really good.” Ms. Arcas nodded, brows furrowed. “But some drawing of her really brought to my attention—”
“Is this her riding a dog?” Aelin took one sheet of paper from the table to examine it closer.
Rowan scooted closer, frowning. “I think it’s a unicorn. Look at the horn.”
Aelin sighed affectionately, heart warming just to see her daughter’s drawing. “She does have an artist’s soul, doesn’t she?”
Rowan smiled. “She’s a little Picasso.”
Ms. Arcas watched their interruption with a polite smile before continuing, “You know, kids draw about what they see, so sometimes the drawings tell us a lot about what’s going on inside their heads. So I brought these she made this week…” the teacher reorganized the drawings, placing most of them back in a pile and putting another few in evidence.
“These are…” Aelin tilted her head. The sticky figures looked a bit scary in them, but she couldn’t quite place what was wrong with them.
“Every time Maisie draws you two together, you seem angry. This one, for example,” Ms. Arcas explained while showing them, “You both have your mouths open, hands up. And do you see how big you two look? You’re taking most of the page, while Maisie herself looks very tiny here in the corner.”
Aelin felt like time stopped, her entire world freezing and narrowing down to that drawing.
It couldn’t be.
Maisie knew that she and Rowan weren’t friends, but she wouldn’t have picked up that much, right?
“As you can see, this hostile environment is a recurrent theme. I talked about it with Maisie, though is not uncommon to see kids drawing such things,“ the teacher went on, “But I think this might be a reason to that delay in her reading skills we talked about.”
“You told us it’s normal,” Aelin insisted, defeated yet defensive.
“It is for some kids, but it also could be related,” she softly explained.
“So, you mean…” Rowan looked down, furrowing. He rubbed his likely sweaty hands against the front of his pants before looking back at the teacher. “I’m not sure I’m following.”
She gave him a weak smile before confirming, “I’m just letting you know that Maisie is aware of your hostility towards each other, and it may be affecting her performance at school.”
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Set Up - Part 5
A/N: Sorry to disappoint but there’s no content warning for this one. Just some mild nudity and dumbass-ery from our favourite idiots.
~ Set Up Masterlist ~
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Knocking woke Aelin up from her surprisingly heavy sleep. When she indulged in alcoholic beverages she usually had a fitful sleep with all that flowing through her system. She probably had the man next to her to thank for how out of it she had been. Rowan was still asleep, handsome features softened, still gloriously naked after their fun from the night before. His strong arm was a pleasant weight over the middle of her waist. It was hard not to get lost in moments like this, not to imagine what it might be like to wake up like this everyday. They were foolish fancies, Aelin would be gone in a matter of hours and their time together would once again come to an end. But it wouldn’t hurt to linger for just a few more moments. Aelin felt her own smile as she sunk further into Rowan’s embrace before a thudding disturbed her contentment.
Right, there was someone knocking on the door.
Aelin darted out of bed, the sudden jostling waking Rowan up. She was looking for something to put on so she didn’t answer the door as naked as he was, when he groaned, the movement of him rubbing his face catching her attention. If his frown was anything to go by he was not happy about being awake.
“What time is it?” He grumbled, voice low and rough enough that Aelin’s skin threatened to pebble.
“Um…” Another knock righted Aelin’s thoughts when they lingered too long on what she might be able to do if she went back to bed. “That should actually be my room service wake up. I’m meeting my parents for breakfast and I knew insistent coffee would be the only way to get me up. So, it’s seven thirty.”
Rowan just groaned and rolled over, face first into his pillow.
Aelin laughed softly, grabbing the hotel robe she had discarded on the floor at some point yesterday. She was rushing for the suite door when she tripped on something and picked it up without really registering what it was. Leaving the delivery person waiting was poor form and Aelin didn’t want to be that kind of guest.
When the knocking came again, this time sounding somewhat impatient, Aelin called out. “I’m coming!”
A few steps later she was swinging the door open and freezing in surprise. Her coffee was there, shiny white mug and saucer and all, but it was her cousin at the door.
“Aedion… what?” Aelin said, letting go of the door to tug her robe around a little tighter.
“Your parents asked me to breakfast too and I told them I’d pick you up,” Aedion explained, delicately taking a sip of the coffee he held, nose scrunching as he did. “That’s gross.”
Aedion didn’t wait for an invitation, he just waltzed right in. Aelin didn’t know what to do, she wanted to haul Aedion out by the collar but there were two problems. One, she was nearly naked and two, she was nowhere near strong enough to execute the move effectively.
“Aelin.” That one utterance was full of confusion. “Why are there pants on your fan?”
Her eyes darted up to the ceiling fan, and Aedion was right. Rowan’s jeans from the night before hanging there. Gods, she must have really thrown them last night.
“Ah…” it was hard to figure out exactly what to say.
“Hey, Aelin, have you seen my—’’
Aedion gasped, turning towards the sound. “Rowan!?”
It happened so quickly Aelin almost missed it. Rowan had appeared in the bedroom doorway, butt naked and undoubtedly looking for his clothes. He had yelped, covered himself, sworn viciously and slammed the bedroom door.
From the look of shock on his face, Aelin was surprised that Aedion was still holding the coffee cup. He just kept staring at the painted wood, like it would give him answers to whatever questions were piling up in his head. She couldn’t bear it, Aelin looked down to inspect the item she’d picked up after tripping on it for something else to focus on. It was Rowan’s underwear. Those she shoved in her pocket as if hiding them would incriminate her less.
Eventually, although it might have just been a few seconds that seemed to drag on forever, her cousin turned away from the door. “What did I just see? Well, I know what I just saw, but why did I see that here?”
Aelin just shrugged, not knowing how to play this. There was a reason they’d kept their arrangement quiet, and unless she could figure out a way to shut Aedion up it would only be a matter of minutes before the rest of their friend group knew too.
“You lucky bitch,” Aedion hissed. “That’s an image I might not be able to get out of my head for a while.”
“Don’t be gross,” Aelin shot back.
“Me? Me?” He put a hand to his chest. “You’re the one with a naked man in your bedroom and you accuse me of being gross?”
Aelin marched over to him, claiming her coffee. “You’re an idiot.”
“How long has this been a thing?” Aedion demanded. “I’ll leave the question about the pants on the fan because in retrospect I don’t want to know.”
“Just go.” A pointed finger led a clear path to the door. “And don’t tell a soul or I’ll hate you forever.”
Aedion glared at her, but he didn’t fight her request. “I’m looking forward to our alone time on the way to breakfast.”
With that, he left, leaving Aelin in a very quiet room. She should go see how Rowan was doing and to see if he hadn’t died from embarrassment already. Taking a bracing sip of her sweet coffee Aelin went to the bedroom and even gave him the courtesy of knocking. A groan was her answer and Aelin winced as she opened the door. Rowan was face down on the bed, the pillow surely suffocating him with how little she could see of his face.
“Rowan, it’s not that bad,” Aelin tried to reassure him. “Only Aedion knows. That’s one person who—’’
“Two.” The word was so muffled she barely caught it.
“Two what?”
Rowan rolled over. “Two people know. Last night at the bar Lorcan had a little chat with me and to let me know that he’d figured it out.”
“How?” Aelin was worried now.
“Something about how I’m less pissy when you’re in town,” Rowan gestured listlessly at the ceiling.
Aelin snorted. “Well, good sex will do that to a person.”
There was a ghost of a smile on Rowan’s lips. “He’s not a gossip, he won’t say anything.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Aelin patted Rowan’s sheet covered calf. He must have covered himself with the bedding for security or maybe he was concerned Aedion might come in demanding answers or even a duel. “Come on, I’ll talk to Aedion and it will be fine. I’ve got enough blackmail material that I can keep him silent. No one else will know.”
Some emotion flittered over Rowan’s face. It kind of looked like defeat. “Yeah, okay.”
“I’m going to shower, care to join me?” Aelin offered, trying to offer some levity to the situation. And she wanted to wipe that expression off his face.
“Nah, I should go,” Rowan said with a shake of his head. “Aedion killed the mood.”
He was right, there was a tension between them now, almost awkward. Being caught in a compromising situation was probably to blame. But this morning they would say goodbye until one of them could manage another trip. Aelin would have liked to have spent a little more time with him, doing what they did best. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be.
“Until next time, then?” Aelin said, standing from the bed as Rowan sat up. “These are also yours.”
She dropped his underwear on the bed making Rowan let out a breathy chuckle. Before he could ask, Aelin explained.
“I tripped on them, I’m not one to keep a memento though.”
“I suppose not,” Rowan’s voice was full of mirth, at least she had accomplished one of her goals for the morning.
“Aedion is waiting for me so I really am going to jump in that shower,” Aelin explained when a small silence drew out between them.
Rowan went to his knees, Aelin watching his every moment like she wanted to linger in every second she had left in his presence. His words from last night came back to her as Rowan cupped her face, a thumb running along her cheek.
I’ll miss you.
Then he kissed her, and she felt the truth of those words in the caress of his lips. It was strange sharing such a soft moment with him, this kiss wasn’t meant to ignite the passion between them and lure her into bed. This kiss was… this kiss was for the hell of it, it seemed. Aelin’s hands went slack at her side, unsure of what they should do. In other circumstances they'd be twined in his hair, urging him closer, taking more. But this felt like it was for her, a gift of a kiss just because he wanted to.
Aelin’s heart was pounding in her chest when he pulled back, an unsteady rhythm that echoed in her ears. Rowan just smiled at her, his final sweet gesture was tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Until next time.”
Fleeing might have been an apt description for what Aelin did next. She managed a smile and a nod, recovering some of her bravado and dropped her robe just before she reached the bathroom door. Rowan’s laugh skittered across her skin and things began to feel normal again.
By the time Aelin finished in the shower Rowan was gone, all traces of him, including the tie that had ended up in the bedsheets after last night. Luckily, Aelin had packed just about everything yesterday before going out the bar, so all she had to do was throw in the last of her dirty clothes and her toiletries and she was good to go. She left her damp hair to air dry, twisting it in the hopes it would give it some shape. There was no point in putting any effort into her hair today. There was because Aedion was waiting for her and he’d start getting pissed if she made him wait unnecessarily. There was also the fact she’d be flying out later and any efforts made now would be ruined.
She did one last check over her suite for anything she might have missed and came up empty handed. The only thing left was her mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. She narrowed her eyes at it, blaming it for the whole disaster that this morning had become. Now it was time to face the music that came in the physical manifestation of her pushy cousin.
He was waiting for her in the lobby, staying in his seat while Aelin checked out and had the concierge mind her bags while she was out. She’d meet Dorian here later and they’d get a taxi to the airport together. It made her wonder what he had been doing with his down time, and maybe she should have invited him on her outings. Although, if Aelin knew anything about Dorian, he easily would have found his own fun.
Aedion was up and meeting Aelin on the way to the front doors. His lips were tight, like that was keeping his words in.
“Before we go any further you have to promise me you won’t say a word to anyone, okay?” Aelin said, more than ready to beg and bribe if it came down to it.
“Fine,” he promised tersely.
“We driving, or?” Aelin asked once they were out on the street.
“I’m not stupid enough to drive in the city through morning peak hour. We’re walking,” Aedion replied tersely.
“Why are you pissy?” Aelin jogged a few steps to catch up with her cousin.
“Come on, Aelin. I’m pissed because you didn’t tell me,” Aedion said with a shake of his head. “You had Rowan, in your bedroom naked, it’s pretty obvious what was going on. And you never said a word. Here I was thinking we shared things, that we were besties. Looks like I found a relationship just in time.”
“I didn’t—’’Aelin was about to start defending herself when something clicked and she pulled on Aedion’s elbow to halt him. “You want to talk about relationship secrets? A relationship. Who?”
There was a flash of guilt across his face. “In my defence I was going to tell like right now, except there was a big diversion.”
Aelin fixed him with a grimace. “Are you making a dick joke right now?”
“I wasn’t, but I guess I am now,” Aedion shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets as his smile taunted her.
“I’m still waiting for my answer.” She refused to move until he answered her, breakfast be damned.
Her cousin sighed. “Me and Lys—“
“You and Lysandra?” Aelin nearly yelled. “How long? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I could ask you the exact same thing.” Aedion sighed as Aelin fixed him with a look. “Fine, a few months. I was waiting to tell you in person. We’ve kept it quiet because we actually wanted you to be the first person to know.”
“Oh,” Aelin said. “That’s actually really sweet.”
“Yeah, it is,” Aedion agreed. “And I’m rewarded with betrayal. He was my gods-damned hall pass and you didn’t tell me.”
“He’s your hall pass?” Aelin’s voice was incredulous, and something bitter twisted her gut. “He can’t be your hall pass because he—’’
She actually didn’t know how she was going to finish that sentence.
“Because he’s what, Aelin?” Aedion said with enough smugness that had Aelin’s eyes narrowing. “That idea got you feeling a little tense? I would even sound a little jealous.”
“Shut your face,” Aelin snapped, and then she was walking away as fast as she could. Aedion followed after her and she threw her next insult over her shoulder. “I am not jealous and you are a liar.”
It took seconds for Aedion to catch up, his low chuckle grating on her nerves. That laughter was all too easy to read, he thought she was a hypocrite. She was not at all impressed at what he was insinuating, what he might be alluding to. What she and Rowan had was between them and part of the reason they kept their arrangement to themselves was because they didn’t want input from others. It would just complicate things, the only thing that mattered was what they wanted it to be. They had fun, what else mattered?
The cafe they were meeting her parents at came into view and maybe it was petty, but Aelin made sure the door slammed in her cousin's face. She didn’t look back to see his reaction but the heavy and irritated footfalls behind her told her enough. A secret smile tilted the corner of her mouth up. The small victory brought her immense amounts of joy.
Aelin’s parents had already claimed a table in the back courtyard at a small four seat table. They looked pleased to see her, glancing up from their menus and smiling. Aelin went to take the seat next to her mother and then at the last second Aedion swooped in, yanking the chair to the side. If her reaction time had been any slower she would have fallen on her ass.
“Something’s brewing,” Rhoe said, already picking up on the tension between the bickering cousins.
“I just hope it doesn’t ruin breakfast,” Evalin added.
“Oh, Aedion knows plenty about ruining things,” Aelin’s tone was casual, conversational. Like was one of Aedion’s most known faults.
He just scoffed. “Well, lying seems to come naturally for some.”
“You little—’’
Evalin’s stern voice cut through the ensuing argument. “Hey. Cut it out.” Taken back to their teenage years the cousin’s had enough sense to look contrite. “This is our last family meal for gods know how long and I won’t let this little squabble ruin it. Got that?”
There were murmurs of yes Mum and yes Aunty and then they went back to their menus. They couldn’t let go just yet though, especially not Aelin. Antagonism wouldn’t be the smart course of action, but with that smug and arrogant look on her cousin’s face she couldn’t help it. Aelin shot a scathing look over her menu at him, and Aedion kicked the leg of her chair, she was about to reach for the sachets of sugar when they were pulled out of her reach.
“Out with it. Now,” Evalin fixed them both with a stare that told them they might not be eating until someone confessed.
The wooden sugar cup landed on the table with a thud, like a starter gun going off. It would be a race to see who could come out with the least amount of scolding. To save herself and the semblance of privacy that was quickly slipping her fingers, Aelin threw her cousin to the wolves.
“Aedion has a girlfriend!”
There was an audible gasp of outrage from beside her.
Not to be outdone, Aedion had his own shot to fire. “Aelin had a naked man in her room this morning.”
Aelin clutched her menu to her chest as his betrayal stung. “Aedion!”
“Well, that’s something,” Rhoe said, looking a little stunned. Evalin on the other hand appeared more than pleased.
“You said you wouldn’t say anything,” Aelin shot at her cousin.
“I don’t think I ever said that,” Aedion said, crossing his arms. “Oh, wait. Maybe that make me a liar.”
“I think you both have some explaining to do,” Evalin waved a hand at them. “I am very interested in these developments.”
Aelin gave Aedion a look that said he should most definitely go first, it would buy her some time to figure out what exactly she should tell her parents. She knew her mother at least had been harbouring hopes for her and Rowan. And to find out that he was the naked man in her room would be something she’d be all too pleased to hear about. Maybe Aelin could get away with not specifying who the naked man was if she worded it very carefully and avoided specifics.
“Lysandra and I have been dating for a couple of months,” Aedion said. “We thought it would be nice to tell everyone when my dear cousin was here so she could hear it in person. We’re considerate like that. We wouldn’t keep something like that secret for I don’t know… How long can you keep a secret like that from your most beloved family?”
Evalin’s eyes darted between the two of them. “That’s wonderful to hear Aedion and I expect more details, but why do I feel like that last little dig has something to do with the, uh, man in Aelin’s room?”
“I’m going to murder you,” Aelin hissed. “Slowly.”
Aedion just grinned like that was a compliment. “Go on, Aelin. Tell us about your boyfriend.”
“He is not my boyfriend,” Aelin immediately defended. “He’s just a friend.”
“What kind of friend is the question,” Aedion mused. “A buddy we could even say.”
Rhoe was shaking his head, with a mutter of, “Good gods.”
“Who is it?” Evalin asked, focusing her attention entirely on Aelin now. “Is this why you’ve been so sharp lately? And why have you ignored our efforts with Rowan?”
Aelin very literally hid behind her menu. The person she always found the hardest to lie to was her mother, and if direct eye contact was made, she might just figure it out.
“I think my private life should stay private,” Aelin said to the table.
“You can’t out me so spectacularly and not suffer the consequences,” Aedion whispered to her. “I might just mention the pants on the fan too, while I’m at it.”
“Don’t hold out on me now, Fireheart,” Evalin pleaded.
Aelin’s eyes shot to Aedion and she could tell that he was about to spill every grizzly detail if she didn’t fess up.
“Fine, it’s Rowan,” Aelin said, snapping her menu flat onto the table. “And before you go and get too excited, he is not my boyfriend and we are not dating. So save any grand ideas for the one in the actual relationship.”
There was a long pause where Evalin just looked and her daughter, turquoise eyes reading into the words that Aelin hadn’t said. It was hard to hide things from Evalin’s discerning gaze and Aelin hoped that she couldn’t read the confusion that had been steadily rising since this morning. All composure was hanging by a thread, but Evalin only held her gaze a short moment longer before she looked away.
“Okay then,” was her simple answer, along with a shrug, as she went back to deciding over the menu.
And then breakfast went on as if nothing had happened. Aedion freely handed over the details of his relationship now that the bickering had cleared up. Having had it out, all that Aelin felt now was happiness over the recent developments in Aedion’s life. She had watched her cousin and her friend flirt for years and it was wonderful to see that their efforts had paid off. They would be good together, and Aelin was sure she’d spend hours on the phone getting more details from Lysandra. She was nothing but happy for them, and more than relieved when everyone dropped the topic of Rowan and her. But the more she heard about the blossoming relationship the more Aelin’s mood sank, the more it left her feeling oddly hollow. It made no sense.
By the time Aelin was walking back to her hotel she still couldn’t figure out why she felt so disappointed.
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Rowan didn’t know what to do with himself. After getting a quick breakfast from the hotel cafe he'd gone home with the disaster that was this morning still fresh in his mind. It haunted him just as much, even after he was showered and dressed. Aedion had been in the lobby but Rowan managed to avoid him while he was distracted on his phone. Hopefully he was not telling everyone what he’d discovered. One of the reasons Rowan could manage what was between him and Aelin was that no one knowing made it easier. There wasn’t any pressure from outside forces to be more than what they were, or people reading into things that weren’t there. Keeping it secret left no room for judgemental quips like he’d heard from Lorcan last night.
It seemed that their time was up. Rowan was more than a little disappointed.
He had no plans for today and he was feeling restless enough that sitting at home would drive him mad. Rowan decided he’d go see his parents, maybe mow the tiny front and back garden of their neat townhouse. It would give him something constructive to do and more importantly distract from the unease that had settled in his chest. This time Aelin’s leaving was doing something to him. All those times before he hadn’t liked it, but it was bearable. This time though…
He was going to miss her. Yes, he would miss the sex, but more importantly it was Aelin he would long for. This time he didn’t want her to go—not at all. If they had been given a different outcome for this morning he might have told her. That in itself was enough to make him uneasy. But it was hard to ignore the myriad of feelings that were becoming more prominent and distracting. Aelin would have laughed it off, made some joke about him not being able to survive without him, but instead they were left in a weird kind of limbo.
Rowan drove to the outskirts of the city to where his parents lived. Their place was quaint, a nice little semi-detached townhouse on the corner block with a tidy garden both his parents doted over. It was disappointing to see that their lawns were fine, if Rowan were to mow them any lower he’d cut down to the dirt. His plan was unravelling quicker than he could think of a recovery. Being here he might as well go inside, they’d probably noticed his car by now anyway. Delaying any longer would just lead to more questions.
Parking his car in the driveway, Rowan didn’t bother to knock before he went inside. Although this wasn’t the house he’d grown up in, it still felt like home. They’d moved from Doranelle to Orynth just before Rowan had started high school, but even from house to house over the years his parents had kept the same furniture and knick knacks. It was comforting to know some things never changed.
“Mam? Dad?” Rowan called as he toed off his shoes at the door.
“Kitchen!” His mother called from within.
Family photos lined the walls of the hallway and Rowan’s eyes caught on the one like they had been trained to do. It was a photo of him and Aelin on that fateful graduation day, their blue robes shining in the sun. Aelin looked stunning, her hair makeup perfect, her hair effortlessly styled, a euphoric smile on her face. He had remembered how the sight of her that day had made his heart flip in his chest. In retrospect, that might have been the beginning of the end for him.
Iris Whitethorn stood at the kitchen bench, her grey streaked auburn hair pulled back in a neat bun to keep it out of her face as rolled out some dough on the floured surface. She glanced up at Rowan, a too-knowing look in her eyes and a self-satisfied smile on her face.
“How are you, Rowan?” She asked, lifting a circular cutter and playfully pointing it at him.
“Fine,” he replied a little tersely, suddenly feeling like he was walking into a trap. “How are the scones?”
He’d recognised her technique now and had to wait for an answer while she cut out a few portions.
“My scones will be fantastic,” she said.
“Oh, son,” Rowan’s father had come in from the backyard, sliding the glass door closed behind him. “What brings you here?”
“I came to do your lawns, but,” Rowan said, shrugging instead on finishing the sentence needlessly.
“Yeah, one of the local kids was after some pocket money,” Evander explained. “We said yes but then had to go over it again anyway to touch it up. A journey wasted for you.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Iris brought the scraps of dough together and rolled it out again. “Evalin just called me.”
Rowan froze, praying to whatever gods that were listening that they had just tried to formulate another set up.
“How did your pants get on the fan?”
All semblance of hope was shattered in that one question.
There was a choking sound and the clunk of glass hitting the counter as Evander lowered his drink. “Who’s fan?”
Rowan didn’t want to answer but his mother was all too eager. “Aelin Galathynius’ hotel room fan apparently.”
“Isn’t that the girl you’ve been trying to set him up with?” Evander asked.
“Apparently the effort was unnecessary,” Iris said in a way that could only be described as triumphant.
Rowan’s cheeks heated and he rubbed the back of his neck. Not only had he been discovered but now he would have to clarify. “We’re not dating.”
The scones were momentarily abandoned, Iris lent her hands on the counter to look at her son without distractions. “I see. Well, one way to fix that is to tell her you’re in love with her.”
“I’m not,” the words came out so fast that Rowan's mouth tripped over them. “I’m not in love with her.”
Iris sighed. “You were always such a terrible liar, so don’t lie to me son.”
The kitchen went silent as those words hung in the air. Iris went back to cutting her scones and Evander decided to make himself busy somewhere else in the house. It left Rowan to think, to contemplate what his mother accused him of.
“You two did a mighty fine job of hiding it the night we went out for dinner,” his mother said as she brushed milk over the circles she had lined up on a baking tray. “We had no idea you two were… doing what you were doing when we quite blatantly tried to set you up. But there was a reason we did that. Evalin and I hadn’t seen each other in years when we ran into each other in the city, and then we got talking and it was a completely serendipitous moment when we discovered that you would both be back in town.” Iris stopped to put her scones in the oven. “The two of you always got on like a house on fire, and you always get this look on your face when you talk about her. And yes, when we concocted our little scheme we assumed you were just friends. I always got the feeling that there could be something more.”
“Mam, that’s ridiculous,” Rowan said, that denial tasting bitter.
“Is it though?” When he nodded, she raised an eyebrow at him. “Then why are you miserable right now?”
This time any words contrary to his mother’s accusations never made it out of his mouth. He was miserable because he was gutted. The fact that he would miss Aelin had well and truly settled in him, and he didn’t want her to leave. Not being able to have her near him was enough to turn his mood sour. Rowan didn’t want that, he wanted to wake up next to her more often than not, he wanted to make her laugh, he wanted to be the one that she chose. Each time Rowan saw Aelin it felt like when the sun came out from behind a cloud. It filled him with warmth and joy, and then left him cold and lonely when she was gone.
He’d been running from it for too long. It was easy to make excuses and to accept whatever Aelin gave him. What he had compartmentalised, consoled and blinded himself with the fact that Aelin didn’t feel the same. Convinced himself that it was clear that she felt nothing more for him than friendship. Then again… if Rowan had been hiding these feelings there might be a chance that Aelin was as well.
“I have to—’’ Rowan didn’t know how to explain it. “I’ll miss out on the scones but I just have to go.”
“You go get her, boy.” Iris said, beaming at him. “I’ll save you some.”
On his rush to the door, Rowan called out a hasty goodbye to his father and then got into the car so fast he nearly jammed his leg in the door. He drove home, it would be easier to reach wherever Aelin was at his place, or maybe he could even convince her to come see him. Either way, the drive back to the city gave him time to think and for his determination to set. Barely out of the car he had dialled Aelin’s number and had his phone to his ear. He hadn’t got her flight details from her, but he was pretty sure she’d mentioned that her flight was leaving in the evening. It was barely past noon so, there would be time. He would drive to wherever she was, he would find her and tell her how he felt, consequences be damned. He wouldn’t lie to himself or her any more. Aelin was more than worth the risk.
When the phone rang out to her voicemail he swore and dialled again. When her lovely voice informed him to text instead Rowan took her advice.
>> Aelin, where are you? Can I see you before you go?
Minutes passed and there was no answer. It was long enough that he was about to send another when a text finally came through.
<< Hey. Already through security. Guess I’ll see you for the next round.
Rowan read the words and his chest deflated. All the courage he’d garnered was gone in seconds. He’s run out of time—he’d missed his chance. His brow furrowed as he read it again. Rowan thought that Aelin had told him that her flight wasn’t until the evening, he must have got the times wrong. It could be months before he got the chance to see her again and tell her how he felt. He pushed off his car, resigned to return to his apartment alone.
It wasn’t until he was enclosed in that apartment that he let the disappointment set in. He contemplated a rush to the airport, a big grand gesture that would sweep Aelin off her feet, before he literally did that himself. Rowan could see it so clearly, he knew every word he would say to her. What he was more unsure of was Aelin’s reaction. Doubt started to creep in, and he became more unsure if she would feel the same. So Rowan reconciled with himself that this was a sign to cool his heels, and until he could be sure of Aelin’s love he would hold back on the grand gestures. He’d waited this long for her, Rowan could wait a little longer.
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❛ you have to trust me on this. ❜
"You sure told him what for!" Yloise smiled broadly as they rejoined the others waiting in the Resistance Camp.
"I... I honestly can't believe I said all that," Rowan felt herself grow pale thinking about it.
"Is it really that bad, being a duskwight?" Alisaie asked quietly.
But before either of them could give an answer, Joda ran up to them, wide eyed. "Is it true?"
"Mm?" Rowan was starting to feel a little dizzy. You always hated politics.
"That you told off the bloody Emperor of Garlemald!" Joda turned to Yloise. "Lyse said it was Rowan."
"Twas so! She broke him to admitting that there was no chance for peace!"
Throw open the gates...
Rowan's ears started to ring and the world started to tilt and turn black. No!
She didn't have time for this, none of them had time for this! The war with Garlemald would only get worse before it got better, and they needed every bow and spear available...
If there was aught else other than Joda's look of elation turning to dismay, Rowan couldn't see it. The last thing she was aware of was his gloved hand holding hers.
* * *
The first thing Rowan was aware of was a large, spindly fingered hand holding hers.
The second was that she was wearing formless black robes.
"I hope you don't mind," the figure said in a soft voice, "but I thought you'd be more comfortable with some clothes."
"I was naked?" Rowan asked, then grimaced, feeling rather stupid after asking.
The figure's lips twitched into a smile. "That's a fair question, actually. It seems whomever is summoning you isn't very skilled at it and only caught onto your aether."
"I suppose that explains the scattered attempts..." she muttered. She looked up at the figure askance. "Wait, if someone else is summoning me..."
"Ah... you'll have to trust me on this. It sounds strange, but we're in the Rift between Shards. And between Time."
Rowan looked up at the figure, who still held her hand. Clad in the same formless robes as she was, she had to rely on his voice to tell her he was male. He wore a mask which covered the top half of his face, and a hood besides. It was familiarly redundant.
"It might be easier to trust you if I could see your face, ser."
"I suppose that's true enough." He removed the mask with his free hand, and Rowan felt her eyes widen.
"Daedalus?"
He nodded. "How do you know, if I may ask?"
"I, uh, had a vision of a past life. I think. The woman next to you looked an awful lot like me and called you Daedalus. And... uh... you..."
Daedalus shook his head. "No need to apologize. The scars are rather striking, I must admit. Luckily, I live in a culture of masks, so few people gawk at them."
Rowan was trying her best to not gawk at the bright orange crystalline scarring around Daedalus' eyes. Or to stare at how glassy his pupiless eyes appeared to be. "Do they hurt?" she whispered.
"Naught more than a slight sting when touched. But you must be wondering why you're here, and not where you were going to be summoned."
"A bit. Did you speak to the others?"
"I did not. I'm from your past, and it is very hard to focus on any particular soul. But the woman you saw in your vision? I love her very much. I... I often fall into trances through time. A consequence of my hubris... This particular trance, I was thinking of her and I found you in the Rift."
Rowan nodded slowly, trying to digest what she was told. To be loved that much..."And it must be because you've seen me before, I was able to take your hand and pull you aside for this brief meeting," Daedalus said. "It can be disorienting to be tossed across time and space, and I didn't want you to face it alone. I know first hand how much comfort another person can be."
"Thank you," Rowan said. The whole concept of being found because of... who she was, or what her soul had been before, was more disorienting than being tossed through time, even if the idea of it was a pleasant one.
Daedalus sighed. "I wish I could offer more help than my company. Unfortunately, I cannot send you back. You must go to where you are being summoned. It... it needs to happen."
"Would it break Time itself if I didn't?" Rowan asked in a nervous jape.
"You would fare far worse than Time if you didn't. Time is a flowing river. Inexorable. Trying to dam it will..." he averted his eyes shamefully, "That is not a fate I would have you walk."
"Oh." She swallowed. "Is there aught you can tell me?"
Daedalus hummed. "What you are going to face... I believe you have it all well in hand. Especially this - ah, especially because of the bonds of friendship you've formed. Though you may feel short of achieving your goal, you are skilled enough to achieve it. Just... don't let him sell you short."
Rowan tilted her head. "Him? Who?"
He shook his. "That would be telling you too much. You'll know who I'm referring to when the time comes."
She nodded, feeling as though she was just handed a puzzle box far more intricate than she could reasonably solve. "If that's all you have to tell me..."
"I will say, Rowan, that you are loved. Far more than you know, and for every noble and strange thing there is about you. And I'm not just saying that because I love your predecessor. From what glimpses I've seen of your time, love surrounds you."
Rowan swallowed the tears and nodded. "Thank you."
"Good. Now if that's everything... Alas, something tells me that there is something missing..." Daedalus squinted as he scrutinized her. "A small detail, but important... A visual representation of that love, if you will."
She instinctually reached for her right ear. If she didn't arrive with any clothing, then her earring would surely be missing as well...
"That's right, I do believe you wear a rather distinct earring. It's round and holds a soft glow. More than that, I cannot recall from my visions."
"Tis a pumpkin. A gift from my mother and friends to remind me of where I came from. Are you... making one for me? Like the robes?"
"Yes, it's a rather simple task if I can imagine it. Though if I had thought of it earlier, I would have made it by hand... What does the setting look like? The pumpkin dangles, does it not?"
"It does. Ah, it hangs off of three cubes, two white and one black, with the post comprising of four cubes in a checkered pattern." Rowan could scarcely believe he could make a replica, and quickly, but she was in a rather unique environment to begin with. Why not trust that Daedalus could?
Daedalus nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, Rowan felt a familiar weight at her ear. "You'll have to trust me again, but I do believe it should resemble the one you have on your body."
She smiled. "Even if it doesn't, the fact that you took the time to try..."
He smiled shyly, and it felt so familiar to her... "I've delayed you long enough. I'll set you back on your path... I-I enjoyed meeting you."
Rowan nodded. "Twas a comfort to meet you, Daedalus."
He nodded back, and let go of her hand. Losing his touch, Rowan started falling through a void, crystals and memories surrounding her, out of reach. She thought she saw Daedalus rest his head on the familiar woman's lap for a second, then it was gone.
* * *
"Praise the gods! Rowan! I didn't lose you," a familiar voice said.
Is that... Rowan opened her eyes, finding herself in a room of crystal.
"Are you well? Where did you get those robes?" the voice asked. It belonged to a short figure in a hooded robe. Crystal veins traced through his limbs. He's the right height...
She cleared her throat. "A... fellow traveler gave them to me." That's true enough.
"That would likely explain your delay in arriving..." the hooded figure said.
Rowan narrowed her eyes. "How long of a delay?"
Thanks for the prompt!
#i need a writing tag#rowan argentas#ancient daedalus#yloise coneillants#joda vox#the company of blorbos#many paths intertwined#:D#ngl i kinda made this scene up so that rowan could still have her earring in blorboverse shb#cuz as you can read#she's not in her body for blorboverse#but i also love the idea of her meeting daedalus#she reacts so weirdly with minthe#so having an ancient she can connect with is nice
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Only Yours - Fenrys x Fem!Reader
Request: Can you write spicy smut with reader x fenrys moonbeam? 😘 & Fenrys moonbeam fic? - Anonymous
A/N: Hello!! Thank you for requesting this. It's my first time writing and posting smut, so please go easy on me lol. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Cursing, Smut (18+, Minors DNI). Mentions of violence towards the beginning, and some male possessiveness.
You stood on the deck, watching the sparring match across from you, trying not to let the rocking of the boat make you nauseous. You were never one for long treks across the sea, but Fenrys had always had a way with words, especially where you were concerned, and it didn't take long for him to convince you. He wanted you close to him, and ever since you had realized that the bond between you was stronger than just shared trauma, you were inclined to agree. Being closer to him made you feel whole and safe. Not to mention that any time he was away, you barely slept at all. You would sit up all night worrying about him, wondering if he was in any kind of trouble.
“What’s got you so tense?” Aelin asked, bumping you with her shoulder.
“Not a fan of boats.” You mumbled, “Trying not to be sick.”
“Ah.” She nodded, following your gaze to a half naked Fenrys and Gavriel, who were now circling each other, looking for an opening. “What could have made you decide to join us?”
You glanced over at her, and were met with a knowing smirk. You rolled your eyes, but a smile crept onto your lips anyway.
“Fenrys asked really nicely.” You shot Aelin a wink, “And who am I to deny him what he wants?”
“Such a good mate you are.” She cooed. “We all know you deny him nothing. The walls are very thin.”
“I could say the same for you and Rowan, your majesty.”
The two of you grinned at each other for a moment, causing Aedion to pause as he passed.
“Should I be worried about another brawl starting over here, as well?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Nothing to worry about, Aedion.” Aelin waved him off, “We are just talking this time.”
Aelin had taken a liking to you for many reasons, but the biggest was because of your proficiency with a blade. You had been training since you were very young, and when Fenrys had brought you over from Doranelle, the two of you had immediately clicked. Well, the two of you immediately fought, and then, eventually, you clicked. It seemed as though you were either laughing together or at each other’s throats. It definitely kept all of your friends, new and old, on their toes as they tried to navigate your dynamic.
Aedion only nodded, both to you and his Queen, and as a signal to the other side of the ship that everything was okay. With a quick glance up, you realized that Fenrys and Gavriel had stopped fighting, and were now watching you and Aelin. Rowan, though in Hawk form, watched from atop one of the sails. You could practically see the humor lighting his eyes from here.
You shot Fenrys a smile that you hoped said “everything is fine, my love”. He only nodded in return, something flickering in his eyes before turning back to Gavriel. With a nod, the two returned to their circling.
“Territorial Fae bastards.” Aelin muttered, and you giggled together as she threw her arm over your shoulder and led you to the side of the ship, “Let’s talk over here. Just in case you get sick.”
*****
“You should have seen the way they were all watching the two of you.” Fenrys chuckled, shooting you a look over his shoulder as he pulled his boots off.
“Too much testosterone. We need to get more females aboard.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “As Aelin so fondly regards you all, Territorial Fae bastards.”
“I’m sure the others wouldn’t argue about bringing more females.” Fenrys stood, crossing the room in two large steps. “But I'm not sure that anyone would agree that it was territorial bullshit. Not when it comes to the two of you. Do you not remember last summer?”
“Maybe then, they could stop ogling Aelin and me.” You smirked up at him as a possessive rage flitted across his eyes. “And how could I forget? We sunk the ship. Though, I think that was faulty construction.”
“Hold on, who has been ogling you?” Fenrys asked through gritted teeth.
“No one that interests me.” You shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter, because I will kick their asses.” He said, pulling you flush against his body by your waist.
“So quick to resort to violence.” You scolded, humor still lighting your voice. “Why would you want to fight a friend when you could use that extra energy on something else?”
“What else could you possibly mean?” He asked as he began to move. His hand came to cradle the back of your head as he pushed you roughly against the wall. “I think that protecting your honor is the best use of my time.”
His body was now caging you in, and your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed soft kisses down the column of your throat.
“My honor is thoroughly protected.” You said, but your voice shook a bit, betraying your attempt at confidence. “Aelin is right, you are a territorial Fae bastard.”
He smirked against your skin, and your knees went weak, as they often did when Fenrys touched you like this. He spread your legs with one of his, pressing his thigh against your core through your skirt. You let out a sigh at the friction as he sucked at the place where your neck met your shoulder.
“I have wanted nothing more than to have you like this all day.” He said, “Couldn’t wait to get back here so I could show you exactly how much I love you. And then, when I thought you and Aelin were going to fight… I wanted to throw you over my shoulder right then.”
“You should have.” You lifted your arms as he tugged your top off. “I am yours, Fenrys. Forever.”
He let out a low growl at that, the wolf in him finally paying you a visit. “Say that again.” His voice was rough, and a shiver ran down your spine.
“I am yours, Fenrys. Only yours. Forever.” You said, running your hands down his chest.
He threw his head back and groaned, “You have no idea what you do to me.”
You ran your hands lower, palming him through his pants. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent. “Yeah, that’s definitely part of it.”
“We better hurry, or we’ll be late for dinner.” Your voice was soft, but it held an edge of challenge.
“Screw dinner, I’m taking my time with you.” He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss was slow, your tongues exploring each other. You barely registered that he was moving until your back hit the mattress. His hands were roaming the exposed skin of your sides and stomach as his lips pressed to your neck.
Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra, tossing it to a corner of the room, and you were sure you’d curse him for it later. He always had a way of losing your undergarments. He pulled back a moment to look at you, and you resisted the urge to cover your chest with your arms. You always felt shy at this part, and no matter how many times the two of you had sex, he always made sure to admire you.
“Gods, you are so beautiful.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and you smiled at him as he trailed a finger over your lips and cheeks.
“As are you, my love.” You moved your hands up his thighs as you squirmed beneath him, and he grinned down at your hand, sentimentality gone in a blink of an eye.
“Need me to touch you, Y/N?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours once again.
“Yes, Fenrys. Need you to touch me.” You nodded.
He kissed each collar bone then, trailing kisses until he reached your breasts. He took a few moments with each one, sucking and biting at one nipple, squeezing the other between two fingers before switching. His other hand trailed down to your skirt, hiking it up to your waist so that his hands could roam the expanse of your thighs.
With each moan he pulled from your lips, his hand trailed a bit higher, and you could feel your arousal pooling in your panties. When his hand finally reached where you needed him most, he traced tantalizing circles over your clit through the fabric of your panties.
“Already so wet for me, baby?” He asked, pulling away from your breasts to meet your eyes. “Do you like that?”
You looked down at him through your lashes, nodding slightly. Your mouth parted and a blush dusting your cheeks. His grip on your breast tightened, only slightly, but you sighed. His eyes darkened as he watched your face, his fingers dipping below your panties, trailing his finger through your slick before turning his attention to your clit once again. You ground your hips down onto his fingers, biting your lip as you kept eye contact.
“Answer me, baby. Do you like that?” He asked again, slowing the movement of his fingers.
“Yes, Fenrys. I love it.” You replied, “I love you.”
“I love you, pretty girl.” He gave you a grin that sent heat straight to your core, and he started kissing your stomach as he continued teasing your clit with his fingers. Pulling your panties to the side, he watched you before he dipped his head down, letting his tongue trail over your abdomen before he finally let his tongue circle your clit.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moaned.
He returned your moan with a quick bite to the inside of your thigh, marking you, before returning your attention to your clit. His fingers moved to your entrance, pushing in slowly. Your back arched off of the mattress at the feeling of his finger moving inside of you.
Fenrys always knew exactly what you needed without you ever having to tell him. When you started to grind your hips into his face, he entered another finger, never removing his lips from you. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting the spot that had you seeing stars, and you cried out his name.
A white hot tension began to build in your stomach, and you moved your hips faster, chasing your high.
“You’re close.” He said. It wasn’t a question but you nodded in response anyway. “Cum for me, beautiful.” He returned to licking and sucking at your clit until the tension in your stomach snapped and you were cumming on his fingers.
Once the aftershocks of your orgasm dissipated, you flipped him onto his back. You stood, pulling your skirt and panties off and throwing them onto the floor. He watched you, his hands behind his head. You pulled his pants off, and pressed kisses to his thighs. He slowly brushed your hair out of your face, collecting it into a messy ponytail at the back of your head as you made your way up his body.
With one quick movement, you took all of him into your throat, gagging a little bit on his length.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Can’t do this for long, I want to finish inside of you.”
You grabbed hold of the base of his cock, running your tongue up the length of him as he gripped the sheets. You wrapped your lips around him again, bobbing your head a few more times before you pulled away. He sighed at the loss of contact.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going too far.” You smiled down at him as you moved to straddle his waist. He grabbed hold of your hips, helping you to grind down onto him.
“You want to be inside of me that badly?” You cooed, reaching down and lining him up with your entrance.
“Fuck,” He groaned, his body going tense as he tried not to thrust up into you.
“Tell me what you want, my love.” You sunk down a little, letting the tip slip inside of you.
“Stop teasing me, Y/N.” He growled.
“Then tell me what it is that you want.” You pulled yourself off of him again, and he mustered up his best glare.
“I want that pretty little pussy of yours wrapped around me.” He ground out, his voice hoarse. “I want to fuck you.”
“What’s the magic word?” You sunk down again, this time letting a couple of inches of him inside of you.
“Please?” He was starting to lose his patience. The thought excited you.
“Please, what?” You asked, pulling him out of you again.
“For the love of…” He was moving in a moment, throwing you back on the bed. Your body bounced for a moment, and then he was hovering over you again. You giggled at the simmering frustration in his eyes.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “No more teasing.” He licked the side of your neck before eyeing you for a moment, waiting for your consent. Always the gentleman.
“Please, Fenrys. Fuck me.”
That was all he needed to hear. A noise between a whine and a growl fell from his lips, and then he was pumping himself a few times as he lined up with your entrance.
“You ready, baby?” He asked.
When you nodded, he sunk into you. You clung to him as a satisfied moan left your lips. He leaned forward, kissing your forehead and cheeks before you nodded to him again, signaling him to move.
He pulled out a bit, bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders as he snapped his hips into yours.
“Gods, you are so fucking perfect.” He grunted out, each word accentuated by another thrust into you.
His dick hit your g-spot perfectly, causing your mouth to open in a silent cry, and your legs to shake. He reaches down to circle your clit again, hoping to draw another orgasm out of you before he finishes. He resists the urge to pin your hands above your head the way he normally did because the way that your hands were grabbing at his arms and chest, the way your nails were marking him, only brought his release closer and closer.
You gasp, shuddering underneath him. Your eyes screw shut as you feel the coil tighten inside of you again.
“Want to finish with you.” You gasp out.
He groans, but speeds up his thrusts, your pussy squeezing him in the best way. He is always so amazed at how incredible you feel.
A few more thrusts and you’re both coming undone. He collapses on top of you, his cock twitched with his release inside of you as your body shudders with your own.
“That was the best sex we have ever had.” He said, rolling off of you.
You whimpered at the loss of contact, but he pulled you into his chest, kissing the crown of your head.
“You say that every time.” You giggled, “We should get ready to go to dinner.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“In a few minutes.” He pulled the blanket over the two of you, his eyes fluttering closed. “Wanna just be with you for a minute.”
You smiled, cuddling into his side. He was right, dinner could wait. As his fingers traced shapes onto your bare hip, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep. You weren’t that hungry anyway.
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Hear No Evil - Chapter 3
Previous // Next
CW: bbu, pet whump, institutionalized slavery, dehumanization, it/its pronouns, ableism, food mention
Taglist: @honey-is-mesi
“There we go,” Rowan said, more than a little pleased with himself as the collar came off in his hands. Somehow its absence made the naked, kneeling form in his kitchen slightly more bearable. Still, though, the boy hadn’t moved.
“That can’t be comfortable,” he said, knowing very well that pets were trained to ignore their own discomfort. The words spilled out of him anyway. It was as though the need to comfort had emerged from a primal part of his mind, a nurturing instinct he hadn’t known he had. “Come on, I want to show you your room. Then maybe we can get you some food and water, yeah, I think that would be nice. I know this is a lot of change really fast, but you’re doing so good.”
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The cadence of Master’s voice was hard to follow. Master was doing so much talking, but Pet couldn’t make out any of the words. With its old Master, it had started to learn the words that attached to certain rumblings, to certain ebbs and flows in volume. It didn’t need the words themselves to follow the commands.
But now, with a new Master, the mumbling was indecipherable, no matter how hard it strained to focus. Focusing was hard, even harder now, without its collar. Without its collar it was going to hurt, going to hurt so much…
A touch to its shoulder brought Pet’s gaze up ever so slightly, enough that it could see Master’s knees in front of it. There was not much more to the touch, but as Master stood, Pet could guess well enough what he wanted.
Follow.
On its hands and knees, pressed as low to the ground as it could manage, Pet crawled after Master’s footsteps. Its heart thundered at the possibilities that lay ahead. Perhaps Master was taking it to the bedroom to fulfill his needs. That wouldn’t be so bad, Pet mused, because it didn’t have to hear right to do well. Or maybe Master was going to punish it, see how nice and quiet Pet could be, no matter how much it bled on the cold, cement floors. Pet could do that too, Pet could bite its tongue until all it could taste was hot copper. It wouldn’t even whimper.
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“Ah-” Rowan started, but then quieted himself. The crawling made his stomach churn, but that could all be fixed in due time. He was sure that this amount of change was terrifying for the new rescue, and the last thing Rowan wanted to do was rush the process and break trust before it was even established.
The boy followed obediently to the room Rowan had set up for him. It had been Rowan’s home office, a place he rarely used these days. Other than time spent there editing PLF videos and answering liberation-related emails, it typically sat empty and unused. So now Rowan’s desk, chair, and computer were piled in the master bedroom suite, and the old futon was laid out in the corner of the former office. Blankets and spare pillows were heaped on top of it - pets rarely got such luxuries - and it half-resembled a bedroom. Maybe.
“This is yours,” he offered the room up with an outstretched hand. The boy didn’t move, not so much as a twitch of his muscles, and Rowan felt his frown deepen. The saleswoman had said that he was unresponsive, but this level of unresponsiveness was usually only present in the most severe abuse cases. And that spark in the boy’s eye, the one that had drawn Rowan in the first place, spoke to a spirit that still burned somewhere in his chest. There was a conscious presence in his mind, Rowan just knew it.
Gentle touch hadn’t made the boy flinch, so Rowan leaned down and tapped his shoulder again, gesturing at the lower eye level this time. This the boy seemed to understand, and he crawled obediently into the room, much like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. Rowan couldn’t help but stifle a sigh as the boy turned around and finally sat up, still kneeling with his weight back on his feet, gaze downcast. He just sat there in the center of the room, not moving, not looking up. Bones poked through his skin, ribs painfully visible, and the sight made Rowan remember the next step in his plan of action.
“You can, ah, stay there while I get you something to eat and drink.”
If the boy heard, he made no indication of such.
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The bed in the room was different than Pet was used to. It was lower to the ground, and it had so many more pillows than Pet had ever seen. There were blankets, too. Blankets were always Pet’s favorite part about being used in its old Master’s bedroom. It had no blankets in its sleeping closet, just a thin sheet over the floor. Pet was grateful for the sheet, of course. Master could have taken the sheet away at any time.
But sometimes, when Pet let its greedy and bad thoughts get the best of it, it dreamed of a blanket all its own.
New Master came back quickly, and set a plate on the floor in front of Pet. There was food on the plate, and it smelled so good Pet’s mouth watered. It hadn’t had anything to eat in almost two days.
This is a test, Pet thought to itself as Master placed down a glass of water and then walked away. Pet is hungry, but Master gave no permission to eat. No permission to move. Pet needs to stay here and not think about the food, not think about moving, not think about the loud noise in its ears. Be good, be good, be good…
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Rowan had figured that he would give the boy some room to eat in peace, grant him some long-overdue privacy. He’d wandered off to the kitchen to make a late lunch for himself, munching away silently as he thumbed through contacts on his phone. He hadn’t told anyone what he'd done, not yet. There simply hadn’t been enough time to think about telling others about his “impulse buy.”
It wasn’t like he wanted to keep it a secret - he just didn’t have an explanation yet. “This one looked so lost, and so hopeful, that even after ten years of seeing victims so much worse off, I decided to rescue him” just didn’t sound right. Hell, Rowan still didn’t know what exactly about the boy pushed him over the edge from filmographer to rescuer.
And god, there was so much left to be done. There was pet insurance he had to fill out for his apartment complex. A yearly registration fee with the city. Enough groceries for two, same with utilities. He could afford it, but the costs were adding up with a startlingly steep curve.
Most of all, the boy needed a name.
While Rowan knew that WRU’s victims were extensively brainwashed to forget any of their origins, he thought there might be something the boy preferred, if he could get him to speak. A glance at the clock told him it had probably been long enough for the thin creature to devour the sandwich Rowan had left, so the man put his own dish in the sink and padded back over to the bedroom.
Much to his disappointment, the boy hadn’t moved. He was motionless, utterly statuesque, the sandwich entirely untouched. Rowan let out a sigh before he remembered.
“Fuck, I didn’t tell you to eat. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, but this raised no response. So this time, Rowan spoke louder.
“Please, eat. I know you must be hungry. You can eat.”
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Pet heard! “Eat.” Pet understood just that one word, but it knew the rest even without hearing the particulars. Don’t eat. Don’t eat. Don’t eat.
It repeated those words in a mantra to itself as its new Master left again. Pet was okay with that. It had been hungrier than this before, so much hungrier. Soon it would start to shake from the starvation, but Pet would do its very best to sit still. It was doing its very best to be good. It had to be good.
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Illicit Affairs - Outtake
Masterlist
Happy Birthday @leiawritesstories, I love you so much and I hope your day was good and that you liked this one❤️
Warnings: NSFW | Word Count: 1,000
Rowan’s kisses warmed her core, as well as other parts of her body. He laid her on the thin blanket he had prepared, after he put the food back into the basket. She would eat later, as of now, she was hungry for something else. So was he, if his body was to be believed.
With a finger under her chin, he angled her head just right, her lips parting and his tongue slipping into her mouth. She sighed into the kiss, her limps turned molten more and more with every stroke of his tongue.
Her sundress rode high on her hips, almost around her waist as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing his body closer to hers. She sighed his name as his kisses lowered on her neck, then on her chest. His fingers dragged her dress lower, exposing her chest to the warm air of the night.
“You’re magnificent,” Rowan breathed, his eyes never leaving her newly exposed breasts, as if it were his first time seeing them. As if it was his first time seeing her.
She squirmed under his gaze, her hand making its way through the silky strand of his hair.
A shiver ran down her spine as he lowered his head, his breath hitting her peaked nipple. His tongue lapped at her rosy skin, then he captured her nipple between his teeth, pulling at it.
She moaned; her noises unrestrained. She threw her head back as he worshiped her, as he whispered onto her skin, so close to her heart, how dear she was to him.
She rolled her hips over hers, a futile attempt to relive the ache forming in between her legs, heat in her core.
She tried to pull at his hair, to get him to move and do more. But he wouldn’t move, instead switched from one breast to another. “Be patient,” he breathed, amusement in his voice.
“Later,” she gasped. “I need you now. Play later.”
He looked up at her, head still over her chest. She could have sworn he was pouting as he said, “But you never let me play.”
“It is my birthday, isn’t it?” she asked, breathless. “Shouldn’t I get to choose?”
He cocked his head to the side, rising so their face would be on the same level. One of his hands held his weight over her head and the other was still playing with the hard peak of her breast. “What do you want?” He asked, voice low and sultry. “Anything you wish for, I shall give it to you. You only need to tell me.”
She bit her lip to hold a laugh in, “You’re so full of sweet words today.”
“What can I say?” He smiled, “You inspire me.”
She rolled her eyes, but Rowan pressed his body against hers, reminding her of what they were in the middle of. “I need you.”
“How?” He asked, then lowered to whisper into her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you. To make love to you?”
Warmth pooled into her core, throwing her head back. “You’ve never made love to me.”
It was true. They fucked, a lot. But somehow, even in their tamest nights Aelin had never experienced the passionate sex she read about. It had never bothered her, still didn’t, but… she wanted to try.
His eyes darkened, almost all the green of his irises fading into darkness. “Then allow me to indulge you.”
Quickly, he discarded her of her dress and underwear, leaving her naked. He kneeled in between her legs, kissing her inner thighs until he reached her sex. His tongue dipped into her folds, her back arched and her hands shot for his hair as he tasted her, as he devoured her.
She would never tire of this, of having this man in between her legs. She would never tire of how well he knew her body, of how good it felt as he dipped his tongue inside of her.
She was right on the edge, ready to fall apart. She shattered when his hand slid up her body, grabbing her breast. She couldn’t hear herself, was barely conscious of anything else other than the pleasure coursing through her veins, but she knew she was chanting Rowan’s name.
He was kissing her body when she escaped the clouds of pleasure that had blinded her senses. Only when her heart stopped racing did he take his clothes off. She marveled at how beautiful he was, and as he put on a condom, she was already breathless.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded, parting her legs wilder. “Please?”
His body fell on top of hers, his lips capturing hers into a wild kiss. The head of his cock teased her entrance, her his buckled as she tried to get him inside of her. Where she needed him.
“You never have to beg,” he breathed, then guided himself inside of her.
She threw her head back as her walls parted for him, and he panted into her neck as she adjusted. “I love you,” she said, “I love you; I love you; I love you,” she couldn’t stop saying it, not as he started moving. Not as he asked her to open her eyes, capturing her attention as he thrust into her, sending burst of pleasures through her veins.
“You’re the love of my life,” he gasped, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the kind of vulnerability he never showed.
It was enough to send her into a climax, Rowan following after her. He used his shirt to clean her up, then helped her get dressed. He put on his boxers and pants, wrapping his arms around her midriff and flushing her body to his. She sighed in contentment, closing her eyes. “Thank you.”
His hand stopped playing in her ear, “For what?”
She looked up, it was her turn to show vulnerability, “For making my day better. For making me happy.”
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Cold Head Heart Ch. 5
Marilyn Thornhill x OC (Rowan Ali)
Authors Note: SORRY THAT I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER. I WAS TOO ENTRACED BY THE ANGST THAT WAS VIOLET AND ROSE.
"That might be the meet-cute of the century! And she just loomed over you and said what?" You were laying on Fern Rogers' bed, kicking your feet back and forth as you flicked through a Better Homes and Gardens magazine that had been in her purse. She was busying herself by unpacking her trunks and generally settling into her new quarters.
She mimicked your boss's accent when she repeated the phrase Larissa said when they ran into one another at the train station, "'Oh dear. Cat got your tongue?'… Jesus, she is a beautiful woman. I had no clue what to say to her."
"Slow down there, tiger. You haven't worked here a full 24 hours and you're already pining for your boss." You tossed the magazine onto Fern's desk and sat up in her bed, stretching out as you spoke to her, "You don't even know if she likes you."
"I flirted a little in the car… and she said 'You flatter me, doctor. You better watch out… Flattery will get you everywhere.'" Fern was dancing around as she refolded a pair of jeans when she mimicked Larissa's voice once more.
You kicked your feet against the bed, completely giddy that Fern was able to get the ever-reserved Larissa Weems to flirt back, "That is absolutely incredible. When you see her naked, I want all the details."
The jeans, once in her hands, hit your face and Fern scolded you, "Must you be so crude?"
"Oh, come on… You know you want her." You raised your eyebrows at her once you removed the jeans from your face.
"I want to get to know her…" Fern had her hands on her hips as she approached the bed to retrieve her jeans from you. She dipped her face low and whispered her final thought, "…and then I want to climb her like a tree…"
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You weren't particularly proud of yourself as you drove to the Chittenden Regional Correctional Facility in South Burlington. Marilyn had sent you a letter while in prison, asking how you were and if you would be willing to come see her. You had never been to a correctional facility to visit anyone so this was an entirely new experience. Marilyn's letter had just seemed so desperate and lonely. You had sworn her off months ago, but once you saw your name scrawled in her delicate handwriting, you were hooked in once more.
You had been sitting in the parking lot of the correctional facility, psyching yourself up to go inside when Fern called. You grabbed your wallet and keys from the passenger side seat while holding the phone up to your ear, "Hey, Ferny. What's up?"
"Where are you? I have to talk to you about a run-in I just had with Weems!" Her voice was almost a whisper as she was trying to make sure Larissa wouldn’t be able to hear her divulging her excitement from the recent interaction. Ever since the two of them met, Fern had been overanalyzing almost each interaction, hoping that every word and glimpse meant that Larissa liked her as much as she liked Larissa.
"I'm grabbing a bite to eat. What happened?" You lied blatantly, not caring to share the truth with her, or anyone else for that matter.
"I was going a little too fast around a corner and I ran right into her, again. Her arm was around my waist and I kissed her hand and it was so tense and awkward and then I think she asked me out." Fern was talking a-mile-a-minute as you walked closer to the front doors.
Instantly, one detail in her story stands out amongst the rest and you had to tease her for it, "You did what? Kissed her hand? What is this? The 1800s?"
"It was cute! She had her hand by my face and I just thought it was cute! Don't make me question myself!" Fern was being extremely defensive and she seemed out of breath, she must have been running late to dinner. While you were more suave and forward with romantic interests, Fern had always been more gentle and reserved which you were sure Larissa greatly appreciated.
You moved on from the teasing and picked out the second detail in her story that warranted further questioning, "What do you mean by you thinking she asked you on a date?"
Your question made her second guess herself, "She asked me if I wanted to go on a walk tomorrow…"
"I see. It's like a not-date date. One where it doesn't seem super official, but if you start dating, you will both say 'Oh, yeah. That was our first date.'" You tried explaining the nuance of the date to her, knowing she had been out of the dating game for a few years.
"You think so? Do I like… bring her flowers?" You almost wanted to let out a laugh at how darling this kid was sometimes, but instead you try to reassure her a bit.
"No… Don't stress about it, hon. I'll be back later tonight and we can chat about what you are going to do." You grasp at one of the front doors to the correctional facility, trying to end the call before you go inside.
"Okay sounds good. Bye."
"Bye."
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Marilyn was different. Her perfect haircut and chipper demeanor from when you first met her were completely gone. She seemed tired and her body even smaller as she was swallowed by the uniform she was forced to wear. You bit at your thumbnail as she sat down, both of you seemed all too nervous by the other's presence.
Her voice was quiet at first, unsure if your reasoning for coming was hostile or well natured, "Hi, Rowan… I see you got my letter."
"I did…" You kept your response short, unsure of what to say.
Marilyn paused for a moment before speaking again, even more hesitant with her words, "How- How have you been?"
"Good…” This conversation seemed so trivial. Why had she even asked you here? You continue with the pleasantries, hoping that she will begin to open up, “And you?”
“Uhm… It’s been different living here…” Marilyn nodded and offered a half smile.
“I can only imagine.”
This conversation was beyond painful. You were beginning to pine for the days where you would lay in bed with one another and talk about nothing and everything for hours on end. Why did she have to go and make everything so complicated?
“How is Larissa?” She offered a new line of questioning.
You looked at her skeptically, almost positive that this may have been the reason she asked you here. Larissa had been her romantic obsession when she attempted to destroy Nevermore, so it wouldn’t be shocking if she was still on her mind. You give her a short response, not wanting her to know much about your boss, “Alive and well… Ready for a new school year.”
“Good…”
Silence befell you both once again, but you were the one to break it now, “Why did you do it?”
“I thought it was the right thing… My father… My family was killed by outcasts.” The way Marilyn answered almost made it seem like she wasn’t even sure of her own answer, rather it was what she had been telling herself to avoid the truth.
You decided to challenge her, “Were they really? Your brother’s death was due to your father’s bigotry. Your mother died of a broken heart, and your father-”
She cut you off, her temper ready to fly off the handle, “Don’t talk about my family like that. I know how they-”
“You were abused for years, Marilyn. Abused and manipulated.” She looked away from you, her eyes were filled with anger and embarrassment and she didn’t want you to see. You were seething with your own form of rage, unable to have outcasts take the blame for the hand Marilyn had been dealt, “You shouldn’t let that bitterness consume you. Life is full of death… and disappointment… but it isn’t hard to find the good in it.”
She went quiet. You couldn’t tell if she was beginning to ignore you or if she was considering your response. You are watching her intently now, wondering what was going through her wretched yet beautiful mind.. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and you are reminded of those passing periods spent in the broom closet. Her face was downcast on the table in front of her and she picked at her nails. Those hands. Those hands that had caused so much damage yet brought you so much pleasure in the early hours of the morning.
You began to question yourself, wondering if you were conflating love with lust.
Her voice broke you from your thoughts. It was soft and desperate. Her eyes looked up at you almost like she was pouting. Her eyes were begging you, “Will you come back next week?”
You were reminded of those nights she would come to your room after being rejected by Larissa, saying ‘no’ to her was impossible then too. You considered her question for a moment and you knew that you were doing something wrong when you gave your answer, “Yes…”
As you walked from the correctional center, you wondered if she was manipulating you again. You wondered if she wanted to rope you into some larger scheme when all you wanted to do was love her.
Link to Chapter 6
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If you don’t mind my asking, how is not your only friend au obi-wan doing?
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hi nonie! of course i don't mind, my ask is always open 💕
and not your only friend obi-wan... he's having a very rough time nonie. here's 1014 words of obi-wan discovering the game 'every time i'm sad i take a drink so i'm no longer sad'
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Obi-Wan let go of Anakin as soon as they crossed the threshold of their quarters, his hand burning where he had touched Anakin’s naked skin. Images of putting his Padawan on his lap and spanking him burned his retinas and made his hand itch harder, but he pushed those thoughts away as he started pacing around the room.
He could barely look at his Padawan, let alone address his undressed state, as the younger man put on a shirt in haste with a troubled expression on his face.
“Master, what…”
“What were you thinking,” Obi-Wan said, his voice dripping with venom even if he tried to reign it back for everyone’s sake. The image of Anakin underneath that Padawan, his face contorted as it had been… it made him want to hurl his lightsaber, “debasing yourself like a common…”
“A common what, Master?” Anakin asked, his shame turning into anger as he crossed his arms and stared at him in defiance, his unbuttoned shirt showing his chest. “Last I heard is nothing you haven’t done in the past.”
Memories of his time as Padawan flashed through his mind, showcasing him in various positions with multiple beings, sometimes more than two at a time. He had explored his sexuality with freedom and debauchery, knowing it would mean nothing as attachment was forbidden.
But Anakin was different from him, because to Anakin, everything always meant something. Nothing his Padawan did was ever without emotion involved; so for him to be indulging carnally with someone… Obi-Wan didn’t want to think about the consequences that such action would ensue.
Anakin couldn’t leave the Jedi Order, as he was meant for more than a simple life. Casting everything aside for a Padawan that would eventually mean nothing in the grand scheme of things sat wrong with Obi-Wan’s thoughts.
Anakin was on a path of greatness and nothing – or no one – could distract him from that.
“You and I are nothing alike,” Obi-Wan said through gritted teeth, clenching his hands into fists at the anger he felt burning inside of him. “You are the Chosen One, the being that will bring balance to the Force. You are meant for greatness.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anakin narrowed his eyes as his fingers dug into his arm, showcasing his anger. “Is that a dig to Rowan?”
“I couldn’t care less about Rowan if I tried!” Obi-Wan confessed, pent up at Anakin’s mention of his name. “It’s you who I care about, not him.”
“Well, it doesn't look like it!” Anakin exploded, throwing his arms towards the ceiling in anger. “You realise that before today you haven’t touched me in months?”
“Anakin…”
“I have to beg for your attention, either by getting into trouble or proving to everyone around here that I’m the best there is. You barely look at me, so I’m not sorry I found someone who actually likes spending time with me!”
“I like spending time with…”
“You left me for months!” Anakin said, tears streaming down his eyes, “I’m nothing but a burden to you…”
“Anakin… Padawan, that’s not…”
“What does it matter, Obi-Wan?” Anakin sighed before passing a hand over his face, showing how tired he was. “You’re being a hypocrite in your moral high horse when in reality I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” his Padawan turned around, giving him his back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Master.”
“You’re going back to…” him he wanted to say, but swallowed the word, suddenly feeling too heavy on his tongue.
“Unless you tell me what I did wrong by sharing an intimate moment with Rowan… then yes, Master. I’m going back there and finish what I started.”
Obi-Wan wanted to beg him to stay, to keep his old master company as for months they had barely hung out together when their lessons were done. When before Anakin couldn’t be far away from Obi-Wan or else he would throw a tantrum, for the last couple of months every moment that wasn’t occupied by Obi-Wan revolved around Rowan. Rowan this, Rowan that. Rowan, Rowan, Rowan.
Obi-Wan was getting sick of that name; but sicker he felt at the void left by Anakin’s absence.
He was a Jedi Master, a respected member of the Jedi Order. An Order that valued detachment and feelings of companionship without possession.
But Obi-Wan felt possessive of Anakin’s time, and it made him want to punish himself in the worst ways possible, as he should have been better than that. How could he be the Master of the Chosen One if he was fallible enough to form an attachment to a Padawan he should have never had in the first place?
“Nothing, Padawan,” Obi-Wan said with a hollow voice, looking away from Anakin’s form. “You did nothing wrong.”
Anakin didn’t say anything, but Obi-Wan heard him sigh before opening the door.
“That’s what I thought,” Anakin said without looking back, the sound of the door closing echoing throughout the room and Obi-Wan’s insides.
He fell on the couch as if the strings that held his body had been cut by an invisible blade, leaving him as a puppet without a puppeteer. Obi-Wan felt hollow and as if at any moment he would fly away into outer space with no possibility of returning to solid ground.
He went to the kitchenette of his room to start making himself some tea before the light caught up on a bottle hidden behind the counter. From time to time, especially when Quinlan was around, Obi-Wan liked to indulge in the pleasures of the drink, but kept the habit away from Anakin as his Padawan was too young to start drinking.
But Obi-Wan was alone, and the bottle was right there.
Uncorking the bottle of Corelian rum, Obi-Wan took a big sip, the burning sensation in his throat easing the pain in his heart. Looking at the remaining liquid of the bottle, Obi-Wan knew what his plans were for the night.
Maybe by passing out from the drink, he would forget who his Padawan was spending his time with.
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So...
I'm watching The Teen Wolf Movie...
The following part is me commenting about the things that I see in the movie while I'm watching it, so the part below will be updated continuously for the next 2 hours
⚠️SPOILERS⚠️
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So for 15 years Allison has been stuck in Bardo?! FR?!
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Hate the fact that we don't get Thiam canon
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Hate the fact that Stiles is not in the movie BUT MY BABY IS OFFICIALY PART OF THE FBI I'M SO PROUD OF HIM!!
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Derek's got Stiles' Jeep, I repeat DEREK'S GOT STILES' JEEP OMJ I'M CRYING
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Derek: "He [Eli] took the Jeep again, didn't he?"
Noah: "Why the hell does he keep taking the Jeep?"
Derek: "Because he know I hate it"
BECAUSE IT'S HIS BOYFRIEND'S AND NOBODY CAN YOU USE IT IF NOT HIM
Sterek all the way❤️
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AHAHAHAHA Jackson popping out so randomly AHAHAHAH
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Of course it's the Nemeton... it's ALWAYS the Nemeton
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I'm sorry, MALIA WHAT THE HELL?!?! From the trailer we all knew about you and Jordan... BUT NOT LIKE THIS!! WHAT WAS THAT ENTRANCE?! OH MY JACK!!
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Soo... is somebody going to tell us what happened with Stydia and Scalia, and who is Eli's mom?
Nvm Eli has two dads, Derek and Stiles
Please he his SO MUCH like Stiles!!
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X: "How many curse words do you want?"
Jeff: "Yes"
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Aww Derek tells Eli The Teen Wolf Chronicles🥺
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X: "How many naked people do you want?"
Jeff: "Yes"
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"Scott who?" This hurts
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Oh and yeah, how exactly Mason ended up to be a police officer? And more important WHERE THE HELL IS COREY?!
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Derek's eyes😍
They are a lighter shade of blue... so gorgeous
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Liam my baby I love you so much🥰
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Sooo Eli's problem is that he passes out seeing his own fangs and claws? Great for a werewolf
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So basically is season three all over again but this time without Void Stiles... as much as I love season three... Jeff you could've come up with something new
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FINALLY MY FAVOURITE HELLOUND AND FAVOURITE CREATURE🔥❤️
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HERE HE COMES!! Popping out of nowhere!! But we're not complaining: it's good to see you Peter!!
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But exactly... why is Jackson here? He looks so out of place!!
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Eli: "My dad told me you almost had to cut his arm off once because of wolfsbane poisoning"
STILES almost had to!!
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Jackson: "Why don't we catch him and kill the Nogitsune? That sounds like a pretty good plan to me"
OH THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!! How did no one think about it in season three? Kill the Nogitsune... it was so easy guys.
Jackson honey, I understand that you weren't there at the time, but if they're telling you that the Nogitsune is back it means that they couldn't kill him... and if they could, why wouldn't they do it? THINK JACKSON
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I checked: even though it was pretty obvious, Hikary and Liam said "I love you"... that's a low blow
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Eli: "I can do this"
Apparently he can't
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Rowan trees burned down... excellent
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Malia and Jordan... it kinda looks wrong to me and I don't know why
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So, responsible for burning down Derek's house and supposed to be dead... it can't be Gerard, right? Please tell me it's not him.
Nahh, the figure seems too young to be him!!
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So this is actually Allison?!
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Derek: "Eli did you see your eyes?"
Eli: "How the hell am I supposed to see my eyes? They're the things I use to see"
Finally someone saying something that make actually sense!!
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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
HARRIS?! ... I MEAN SERIOUSLY?!
Where the hell did he come from?! This doesn't make any sense!!
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Of course... ELI YOU'RE OFFICIALY WELCOME INTO THE CLUB OF TRAUMATISED KIDS!!
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Heartbreak? What happened with Stiles, Lydia?
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I... certainly did not expect this... Lydia saved him by not being with him... this is a thing I didn't think could ever be possible.
It seems like they're not meant to be, please it's so sad😭
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THE SCREAAAAAAAAM!!!
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So it's now possible to borrow fox fire from a kitsune? Ehm... ok
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Ok but seeing the three of them with all different eye colour gave me chills!!
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"You can't kill me"
and all I can think about is:
"You can kill the Oni but me, ME! I'm a thousand years old YOU CAN'T KILL ME"
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AAA THE ROARS!!😆
CHILLS, LITERAL CHILLS!
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WAIT SO DEREK IS A TRUE ALP--
WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!
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But the Scallison kiss🥺❤️
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STOP!! HE'S NOT DEAD!!
DEREK IS NOT FUCKIND DEAD!!
He cannot be... he's not.. he's not😭
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Derek fixed Stiles' Jeep, I'm weak😭😭
THE JEEP IS THE REAL FUCKING GLUE OF THIS SHOW!!
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Derek you didn't deserve this end after all the pain you suffered...❤️
but we know that you're not dead so stop messing around and turn back to your family, they still need you
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Noah: "[Derek] had complicated feelings about that Jeep"
We all know what that means...
IT'S LIKE DESTIEL ALL OVER AGAIN, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Pain, pure pain
Oh my Sterek💔
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So in the end Scott kept his promise after all❤️
From now on every time I'll do a rewatch and get to that scene... I'll watch it with different eyes
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"REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE"
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CONCLUSIONS:
I liked it because it's Teen Wolf, one of my favourite series, but I got to say that i'm pretty disappointed.
I particularly loved all the references to Stiles, a way to make him part of the movie without actually being in the movie, loved it.
Can't believe I'm saying this, but for the role he played Liam could have very well not been in the movie. This hurts, but he practically did nothing, he barely spoke. I'm really mad for this, he seemed so useless. And maybe I'm biased but I saw zero chemistry between him and Hikari.
Jeff, you could have used him better, for example I don't know CANONISING THIAM.
I felt the lack of Theo Reaken references, so now I'm going to reply on fanfictions👍
But Hikari too, she had pontential but turn out to be pretty useless.
All the time waiting for Liam to interact with Mason (his best-friend) and Scott (his brother) and... nothing.
Also, I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I WAITED ALL THIS TIME JUST TO SEE DEREK HALE DIE... AGAIN!! Even thought I strongly believe that he's not dead, that hurt!!
On a scale from 1 to 10 this movie is a 5.5, could have been definitely better, starting by creating a different story but I liked it. Definitely loved some parts!!
Now, technically there will be a second movie that I will obviously watch cause it's Teen Wolf, and I truly hope that it will be better that the first.
That's it, I just got a lot of unanswered questions
#it's stiles' jeep!!#and derek has it!!!#can you hear me screaming?!#teen wolf movie#teen wolf#scott mccall#derek hale#stiles stilinski#lydia martin#allison argent#liam dunbar#theo reaken#sterek#thiam
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Golden Tattoo — Part 3
Rowaelin Month 2022 — Day 5: A Trip to the Hospital
Part 1 | Part 2
In my defense I had a painful kind of fun while writing this. Like yeah I was having fun but I felt slightly guilty about it.
One other thing I just reached 100 followers! 101 to be exact but thank you for bearing with me and actually (I think) enjoying it!! You’re the best ❤️
Warnings: language, anxiety, a trip to the hospital (obviously) and some very light smut
Word count: 3,1k
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Rowan was peacefully sleeping by Aelin’s side, and it would be so easy to kill him on his sleep now. Or maybe castrate him and his nausea-inducing spawn.
After waking up from the weirdest dream of her life—something about holding hands with Rowan to burn demons—, Aelin couldn’t go back to sleep because of the stomach churning that settled in. At fucking 4am. Morning sickness went way too far this time.
Not even the smuttiest book Aelin could find was distracting her from the queasiness, so when her sleepy best friend held her a little too tight, she knew it was time to run to the bathroom.
Sat on the floor while gripping the toilet’s edge, Aelin had to resort to chastise her unborn child.
“Shortcake, stop,” she softly commanded while caressing her lower belly. Shortcake was this week’s nickname for the baby because the pregnancy app said the fetus was as big as a strawberry now. Which left Aelin craving for strawberry shortcake the whole day.
Apparently, her baby couldn’t hear her yet, because in a few seconds Aelin was puking her guts out in the toilet. After taking a few deep breaths, her mothering became a plea.
“Shortcake, there’s no need to be unreasonable now—“
“Was it shortcake?”
“What?” Aelin’s heartbeat started racing, and the way she jerked to look at Rowan only worsened the sensation she was trying to get rid of. He only had time to rush and grip her hair before she spilled her guts on the toilet again.
“The reason you’re not feeling well. What it shortcake?”
Still tense, she answered, “Sure.” Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but it made her feel even worse.
She felt dirtier each lie she blurted, but Aelin didn’t feel ready to see Rowan’s reaction when she told him she was pregnant with his baby. She was sure he wouldn’t leave her and Shortcake completely stranded because Aelin knew Rowan cared about her. As a friend. But would he want to be involved in the kid’s life? How deeply would that affect their friendship’s dynamic? Would they ever be best friends, or even close again? She knew it was selfish. She knew he deserved to know. But each time the words finally reached the tip of her tongue, Aelin froze and her heartbeat started racing and the nausea came back and she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t do it.
Running a hand through her hair and feeling vomit in it was the last straw for Aelin. She took a deep breath, but it did nothing to stop the insistent tears that were waiting on the back of her eyes. One tear became a few, which brought a hiccup and now she was fully sobbing on the bathroom floor.
Rowan was soothing her and pressing gentle kisses on the clean side of her head, which only made her bawl more. He cleaned the most disgusting part of the vomit on her hair with toilet paper, then took her clothes off and carried her to the bathtub. Aelin didn’t notice he had prepared a bath, but she was so glad. That didn’t help with the weight on her chest, though. Her lips started trembling, but she pressed the together and let him rinse her hair in the bathtub.
She could tell him now, Aelin mused. Just blurt it out that she’s pregnant and end this right away. But if everything went to shit, she didn’t want to face him naked and looking like a crying mess.
Rowan was soaping her hair with her favorite lavender product, but as soothing as his touch was, she couldn’t relax completely. At least she wasn’t crying anymore, but the guilt she’d been feeling for five days now wouldn’t go away until she told him. Because he deserved to know. Because she wanted him to know. A part of her died each time she lied to her worrywart Buzzard. Aelin loved him, and now she’d take any chance of having something more than a friendship with benefits.
While Rowan wrapped a towel around her body and made sure she was feeling better, she made the decision. Aelin was telling him she was pregnant tonight, and she’d ask him to stay.
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Aelin had no idea where the morning sickness ended and the anxiety began, but she felt like shit the whole day. Her stomach decided to revolt against her, and she felt too tired to fight back, only eating a salad for lunch and leaving it at that.
Besides, the back to back Zoom meetings didn’t help either. One of the reasons she chose to work from home was to avoid interactions with people she disliked, but sometimes it was hard to escape them. If dealing with obnoxious clients while trying to ignore her queasy stomach wasn’t bad enough, Aelin was also trying to turn off her thoughts about Rowan. As if she could do such a thing.
She wondered about the million possible scenarios so much it gave her a headache, and the pacing around the house she did after work was probably the cause of the increasing dizziness she felt.
Finally, the front door opened and a frazzled-looking Buzzard came in.
“How was work?”
“Shit.” Rowan places his work bag on a chair, sent her a weak smile and beelined her way. Cradling Aelin’s face, he gave her a long kiss. “I’ve had the worst day at work, and the only thing that got me through it was thinking about you.”
Aelin bit her lip. “You need a new job.”
He pressed their bodies together, whispering in her ear, “I need you.”
And then Rowan kissed her like it’d give him a new job. Like it’d make his boss quit. The kiss made her head spin, but not in a good way. Keeping in mind that her task was to act naturally until the time for the reveal, Aelin mentioned for him to pick her up, which he promptly did. With Rowan fighting gravity on behalf of her weak limbs and holding her against a wall, it was much easier to do her part.
Their frequency wasn’t the same since Aelin started getting sick every day, so she’d gladly jump in his arms before changing their relationship forever. She’d just have to make it out alive. Literally.
Every sharp turn her head did to follow Rowan’s lead made her feel like someone was using a hammer to spin her head, but the friction his bulge was making against her ridden-up dress told her to stay right where she was.
He took her to the bathroom, and Aelin decided to sit on the edge of the tub while he prepared the bath. Standing up was not an option. He soon kneeled in front of her, the moment shifting into something more tender.
“Are you alright?” He asked while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheeks.
Aelin just gave a faint smile and pulled him closer. His face was on her neck, and now she could feel and see the steam coming from the bathtub. Why would he run a bath so hot? Aelin started feeling weaker, but she still undid the ties in her wrap dress. Rowan began to play with her now bare breast with one hand, and she was glad he was still supporting her back with the other.
And then she noticed some dark spots in her vision. Aelin’s hands were already on his shoulders, but they were too weak to make him notice her frail nudges.
“Ro?”
He hummed between bites on her collarbones.
“Ro, I’m not—“
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Why was everything so loud?
Horns. There were so many horns. And her body was moving so much it made her dizzy. Aelin cracked an eye open, but immediately regretted it. There were just a bunch of red and yellow spots that moved so fast. Definitely not a groggy girl environment. Definitely not her bathroom.
She heard some cursing, and slowly moved her head towards the source of the sound. Rowan was behind the steering wheel, cursing under his breath and pressing the car horn, making that dreadful sound again.
“Buzzard... buzzing... Why’re you buzzing?”
He let out a shaky breath. “How’re you feeling?”
There was no point in lying now. “Shitty,” Aelin answered. She closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable in her seat. “I just need a nap.”
“No. Keep talking to me.” His voice was rough in a way he never used with her.
“Did I hit my head?” Aelin hoped it didn’t sound snarky. She was genuinely confused.
“No.”
“Then why can’t I nap... a minute nap?”
“I. Don’t. Know. You’ve been sick for Mala knows how long and won’t tell me what’s going on. I have no idea what to do, so we’re going to the hospital,” he rasped in a carefully controlled tone.
Oh, fuck. She had been sick that long because she was pregnant. And still not totally used with this fact. Her mind wasn’t as hazy as before, she needed to focus. Aelin had passed out. She didn’t know for how long, but she was heading to the hospital now. She’d just ask for someone to check on the baby real quick and then tell Rowan back home. There was no place for delaying this now.
But first she needed to make sure Rowan wouldn’t find out from a doctor. She wanted to tell him herself, preferably when he wasn’t maniacally driving.
“I need privacy.”
“What?”
“In the hospital.”
“I’m not following.”
Aelin sighed. Scrambling her mind for a proper answer, she remembered she’d probably see a OBGYN. And they were all about looking at the vaginas. “What if the doctor asks to see my lady bits?” she whined, her voice slurred.
“Then they’ll examine it.”
“And you’ll wait outside?”
“I’m not leaving you alone,” he barked. Aelin froze on her seat, it was so rare for her to see Rowan this upset. But then he sighed. “I’m sorry.” A beat. “I can turn around if you want, but please don’t make me wait outside.” The traffic light turned red, and he took it as a cue to gently stroke the exposed part of her thigh. “You’re my gi—best friend. I’m freaking out, okay? You can kick me out if you want, but don’t leave me hanging in a waiting room. Please.”
The traffic light turned green before Aelin could think of a proper answer, and it was better this way. She kept her gaze away and thought of something to do that would give her time to tell Rowan the truth without hurting him further. Aelin would work something out, she always did.
The car soon stopped at the ER entrance.
“I’ll get a wheelchair for you and park the car. Wait here.”
Aelin rolled her eyes. She was feeling better than when she woke up, there was no need for a wheelchair. Opening the door by herself, she got out of the car showing the greatest amount of strength she could. Feeling dizzy, Aelin gripped the door, but at least she was standing.
Oh, not the dark spots again.
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Aelin’s head was pounding, and neither the constant chatter around her nor the massive white light were helping. Just to further her point, someone screamed that she was awake when Aelin’s eyes started opening, and it hurt so much she would fully cringe if she had the strength to.
The lady in scrubs closest to her face looked at a watch and sighed. “About time.”
Closing her eyes again, she tried to make sense of things. Aelin was probably at the hospital. She didn’t know for how long, but she could feel herself being prodded and probed by more than one person. Her whole body ached, and Aelin had no idea if she fell and hurt her head.
Or her stomach. She needed someone to check on Shortcake.
It didn’t take much to reach the lady’s scrubs and gently tug at it, getting her attention.
“I’m pregnant,” Aelin croaked.
The woman inched closer to her. “You’re pregnant?” she asked in a soft tone. When Aelin nodded in confirmation, she immediately turned to the rest of the room and shouted, “She’s pregnant!”
“No, she’s not,” a voice she knew all too well blurted.
Turning her head to the side, she could finally see Rowan. He had been so quiet she didn’t notice his presence in the room. But there he was. Waiting, trusting the hospital staff to fix whatever she had. Completely still, he was just blinking in her direction with an open mouth, trying to make sense of what he heard.
Aelin knew he was waiting for her to say something, but she couldn’t. Feeling his gaze burn her skin and keep a tight grip on her heart, she kept her eyes trained on the ceiling. Of all the worst case scenarios she speculated during this week from hell, a silent confirmation in the ER never crossed her mind because Rowan deserved so much better than this.
After asking several questions, the physician came to a conclusion. Apparently, Aelin hadn’t eaten enough for someone who was pregnant and anemic both. Guilty. She had been so on edge physically and mentally that day she forgot to eat — or couldn’t, depending on the nausea — and look where it got her. In the middle of the gentle scolding she was receiving, Elide and another doctor entered the room.
Ellie scanned the room and cleared her throat. “Hey, Ae. How are you feeling?”
“A lot better.” Aelin gestured to the IV fluids she was receiving.
Satisfied with her answer, Elide continued after silently greeting Rowan. “This is Dr. Towers, the one I recommended to you.” And you didn’t schedule an appointment with, the unsaid words hanging in the air.
At first, Aelin thought the woman was way too young to be an OB. But as Dr. Towers introduced herself, she decided this doctor was worthy of taking care of Shortcake. They would settle with her, if Rowan was okay with it. If he wanted to have a say in it, that is. Aelin quickly stole a glance his way, and Dr. Towers seemed to notice.
“Is this the baby daddy?”
It wasn’t difficult to tell Aelin’s heartbeat started pounding, because it was displayed in graphics and numbers for the whole room to see. The near tachycardia was answer enough for Elide, by the way her jaw dropped as she looked between Rowan and Aelin.
Avoiding Elide’s gaze, Rowan nodded and shook Dr. Towers’s hand. Aelin tried to not think about the meaning of this silent confirmation by redirecting her thoughts to how cute his flushed cheeks looked.
Ellie left the room to give them privacy, and thankfully Dr. Towers was all business. After checking exams, asking questions and pointing out many times that pregnant women needed several meals a day, she concealed as much as she could of Aelin’s lady bits during the pelvic exam. He didn’t need to, but Rowan looked the other way like he promised in the car.
And then it was time for the heartbeat. Aelin rearranged herself, her now sweaty palms doing nothing to help. Of all the things that happened today, having Rowan by her side for this was probably the only one that went right. He was intently looking at the device on Aelin’s lower body, and the sound came without notice.
Perhaps Aelin expected something a little more dramatic, but that sound was so weird and unexpected she’d probably laugh later about the reaction it gave her. Still, she felt so attached to that rhythmic beat, it was like she was listening to her favorite song for the first time. Shortcake’s heartbeat sounded like horses galloping in a moving spaceship, and it was so beautiful Aelin’s cheeks were wet before she could help it.
After the heartbeat high, the doctor went over a few more things and put Aelin under four hours of observation before discharging her. Just to be sure. Now it was only her and Rowan in the room for the first time since she came in, and if he didn’t know she was nervous by experience, he would because of the gods-damned device that announced for the whole room each time her pulse picked up.
“Buzzard, I’m so—“
“I know you are.” He looked her in the eye for the first time since finding out, and it broke Aelin’s heart to see his red-rimmed eyes.
She took a steadying breath. “I know you’re mad at me—“
“Can we talk later?” he grumbled through his teeth, his voice filled with restraint.
“Just let me—“
“I’m beyond mad, Aelin, I feel fucking betrayed.” Rowan ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “You were throwing up around the house, I was worried sick about you, and you didn’t care to tell me you were pregnant with my baby?”
He let out a breath and pinched his lips tight, pressing a fist against them. He started pacing around the room, and Aelin knew better than to argue with Rowan now.
He roughly ran a hand through his face. “Because after all this months—years, Aelin.” A deep breath. “Tell me what I did to make you hide our child from me.” He finally looked her in the face. “I’m serious. I’m good enough to fuck, but you don’t think I’m dad material. Is that it?”
How in hell did he jump to this conclusion? Aelin was already crying, but she swallowed down the guilt to defend herself.
“You know that’s not how I feel,” she snarled.
Rowan scratched his temple. “Do I? For hours I’ve been counting reasons you would repeatedly lie to me this week, and I can’t stop.” That was the thing she dreaded the most. The dazed, agonized look on his face, and knowing she was the one who put it there.
A nurse opened the door, but didn’t enter the room. With crossed arms, he hissed, “We’re in a hospital, can you please hold back the shouting?” They mumbled an apology, and the nurse left with a forced smile.
Rowan sighed. “I’m going to the cafeteria. Do you need anything?”
Looking down, Aelin readjusted herself in the hospital bed. “I think I’ll try to take a nap.”
He nodded and went his way, leaving Aelin to replay their previous argument over and over. There was no breathing exercise that could help the amount of tears falling or the ache she felt inside, but she kept on until she couldn’t anymore.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
That was so much worse than her worst case scenario, but she’d live. Just one bad day, and then she’d move on. With Shortcake. With or without Rowan.
While he took his time at the cafeteria, Aelin took deep breaths as she cried herself to sleep.
A/N: You can be mean to me I deserve it lol
4th and last part!
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Set Up - Part 4
According to the poll vote spice won, and oh boy did it win. This is chapter might just be the smuttiest thing I have ever smutted and may ever smut. So, yep. All I can say is NSFW 18+ and I hope you like it.
Set Up Masterlist
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Rowan’s alarm went off, and he was quick to silence it before it woke up the woman beside him. This morning he was the one rushing out the door. Because of the spontaneity of last night he had no work clothes with him, so now he would have to take a quick dash across town and hopefully make it to work on time. He suppressed a yawn, his eyes watering. It was too early to be awake, especially after such a late night. But when Aelin was in town Rowan had trouble making smart decisions.
She was still in his arms, her back to his chest, naked and utterly beautiful. Rowan tried his best not to think about those particular things lest he make yet another questionable decision. Instead he focused on how he could disentangle himself without waking Aelin up. She shifted against him, and Rowan stilled, hoping that if he didn’t move she’d fall back asleep. Then she shifted again, this time a little more deliberately. He knew she was awake, the way her ass was grinding against him was a dead give away. It had his half hard cock quickly coming to life and his brain clearing from any left over sleepy haze.
With a hand on her hip, he stilled her and brought his lips close to her ear. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
Aelin hummed innocently, attempting to move her hips again. This time Rowan groaned, kissing her neck as he easily rolled her onto her stomach. She was eager and pliant in his hands.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” Rowan’s voice was low and he felt Aelin shiver beneath him.
But her voice was all confidence as she said, “It may have been mentioned once or twice, yes.”
He couldn’t help it, Rowan laughed, the sound coming out muffled with his lips on her skin.
“I can finish this, I promise,” Aelin said, arching into him.
Rowan kissed her shoulder then sighed regretfully. “I have to go.”
“No,” Aelin moaned. “I need you.”
“Is that right?” Rowan’s hand ran down her side and over her hip.
Aelin let out a needy noise as his hand gripped her thigh. “Desperately.”
Rowan raised his hand to her hip, his fingers dancing on her skin. “Lift your hips.”
She was all eager compliance, and Rowan managed to withhold his grunt from the impact of her body hitting his and Aelin did as he asked. With her hips raised, Rowan had the space to snake his fingers over her body to slip between her folds. Aelin held her breath, like all her focus was going to the movement of his hand. To tease her, he didn’t give her what she wanted right away, instead he skipped over her clit and drew a tickling line towards her entrance.
“Rowan,” Aelin pleaded.
He just hummed noncommittally. There wasn’t much time to play, but Rowan could indulge in these few moments, just to provoke her just a little.
“You’re such a bast—” she stumbled over her words as Rowan’s thumb lightly flicked over her clit. “Bastard.”
“You sure about that?” His voice was a whisper, but it was still full of satisfied arrogance and Aelin nearly whimpered. “I could leave right now. How mad at me would you be then?”
“Don’t you dare.” Aelin nearly panted out the words. “I’ll hate you forever.”
Rowan laughed and saw Aelin’s skin pebble as the brush of his breath passed over her neck. “No you won’t.”
He didn’t give her a chance to utter some smartassed reply, he just pressed his fingers down, sliding through her folds. Aelin’s breaths came out quickly in anticipation for what he was about to do. One finger slid into her and then another, and Aelin moaned when his thumb covered her clit. She grinded on him, pinning his hand between her and the sheets. It didn’t give him much control but it let Aelin take what she needed, and that was infinitely sexy on its own. Rowan crooked his fingers, a little, and the shuddering moan that came from her mouth told him all he needed to know.
“I don’t have all day,” Rowan murmured on the damp skin of her neck, kissing her once. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
Aelin broke with a cry, her hips losing their rhythm but her movements were more desperate and she muffled her moans into the plush hotel pillow. Rowan was reconsidering his resolve in not going for a round before work, but then his phone went off with a very timely reminder. All he could do was sigh as Aelin rolled away from him, the sheet tangling around her as she did. It hid everything that would tempt him into staying, so Rowan turned away to shut off his alarm again. Light laughter drew his attention back, finding Aelin stretched out on the bed, her cheeks flushed and smiling.
“Nice boner,” she said. From the blissed out expression on her face that was not what he expected to come out of her mouth. Rowan was almost painfully hard and Aelin had taken his cover. “Are you sure you have to go so soon?”
A tanned leg bent at the knee, bare and tempting. But Rowan didn’t have the time for any further distractions.
“I have to go, unfortunately,” Rowan replied, eyes lingering on the bare expanse of skin.
“Well,” Aelin’s voice shook as her hands went above her head to stretch out her entire body. It was all a tease. “Have fun getting you clothes back on with that in the way.”
Rowan huffed a laugh, she had a point but he would do his best. He could feel Aelin’s eyes on him the entire time that he put on his clothes. And yes, his pants were currently a little uncomfortable but he would survive. Finishing with the last of his buttons and flicking out his collar, he faced the woman who hadn’t made a move to get out of bed.
Aelin grinned at him, “I’ll see you tonight?”
Rowan had the urge to kiss her, but he didn’t act on it. That suddenly felt too intimate for what they were doing. They were just friends, friends didn’t just kiss for the hell of it. When Rown kissed Aelin it was to unravel her, to pull at her seams until they were falling into bed and each other. She would be leaving tomorrow, this was no time to get sentimental.
So, instead Rowan just gave her a smile. “I’ll see you there.”
~~~~~
Aelin was checking her flight details when her phone buzzed in her hand, startling her enough that she almost dropped it. The text was from Aedion—he’d been texting her all day to make sure she was coming out tonight. It was sweet really, her cousin had missed her while she was away, he always did. If it were up to Aedion he’d have her live here full time, her career be damned. Aelin would be lying if she hadn’t considered it. There’d be a few benefits to living in Orynth. This city was her home, her family was here, her friends too, and there was Rowan.
A dip in the sidewalk nearly had her stumbling and she knew she must look like one of those idiots too absorbed by her phone to notice the world around her. Aelin quite literally rolled her eyes at herself and slipped her phone into the small handbag hanging from her elbow. She was almost there, there was no need to reply.
The familiar dark wood of the bar doors appeared in front of her, and Aelin pushed her way inside. Warm yellow lights lit the interior, music played and the leather upholstery on the booths and chairs looked inviting. This was an old haunt and Aelin loved the place. And she knew exactly where she would find her friends. Aelin spied them crowded around the booth in the corner, overly loud and filling the space with their personalities. It made Aelin smile to see them, it made her miss them even though she was here. She would miss them when she was a whole other country away. Before Aelin went over, she’d grab a drink, because once they had her they wouldn’t let her go. Thus far she had gone unnoticed… well almost.
The bartender turned to her, a smile as an invitation to place her order. “An old fashioned, please.”
Aelin knew she had his attention from the moment she stepped into the room. She could always feel when Rowan’s gaze was burning into her, appreciating everything she had to offer. This evening was no exception. The dress was new, Aelin had bought this afternoon once her meeting was done and she had some time to kill. It sat off her shoulders with billowy sleeves that gathered in a small cuff nearly down to her wrist and flowed down past her knees. The colour was a rich, buttery yellow, close to gold except it lacked the metallic sheen. It was modest enough, in theory, but Aelin knew what had caught Rowan’s attention. There were two large cutouts on the dress, showing much of her sides. The skin on show would be tempting and teasing him all night.
Her drink appeared in front of her, Aelin gave her thanks and paid. She’d barely turned around when a booming voice cut over everything.
“Finally, you’re here!”
Aedion would have bowled over anyone in his path and Aelin had the sense to put her drink down on an empty table as he crushed her into a hug.
“Not everyone spends their time lazing around,” Aelin said as she was released.
Aedion looked likely to put her in a headlock after the dig at his job, so she took a healthy step back. “Just because I don’t jump on a plane every other month doesn’t mean I’m lazy.”
“Just unmotivated,” Aelin quipped.
There was a moment where the cousins just stared at each other, waiting to see who would take the next jab. That didn’t happen, instead Aedion just slung his arm around her narrow shoulders, leading her to the party.
“I missed you,” Aedion said, his voice layered with sincerity.
Aelin grinned. “I missed you, too.”
Hellos were given when Aelin arrived at the booth, both Lysandra and Elide gave her a hug, Fenrys saluted from where he sat trapped in the semi circle seating between his brother and Lorcan. Her eyes landed on Rowan last, he gave her a nod and he fought a full blown smile. Aelin had to school her own features into something less damning too. The best she could do was hide behind her glass. They both knew where tonight would end. Them, naked, wasting the dark hours away lost in each other.
To make matters better, or that might be worse, the only free seat was next to Rowan. He shuffled over a little as a casual invitation. Aelin sat down, immediately aware of his scent and his warmth, and it took quite a bit of conscious control not to relax into him like she might have done if they were alone. Elide and Lysandra knew about the initial hookup, but nothing of their business travel rendezvous. As far as she knew, Rowan hadn’t said a word about anything to any of his friends. They’d become masters at hiding their extra curricular activities.
The night went on, full of laughter, gossip and drinks. Aelin indulged but not far enough that she was drunk—just on the other side of tipsy. She had plans tonight and that she needed her wits for. With tonight being her last night in Orynth, she wasn’t going to waste it with sloppy sex.
She excused herself to use the bathroom, making a detour via the bar to return a small tower of empty glasses. The restrooms were at the back of the bar down a hallway lined with old photos of the city. The music was quieter and the sounds of the bar muffled, Aelin smiled when Fenrys’ laugh still managed to carry over everything.
Unexpectedly Aelin was tugged into a dark corner of the hallway, she had no fear because she knew the feel of those hands. They had been running over her skin nearly every night this week. Before she could even think she was pressed against the wall, Rowan’s lips easing her’s open in an eager kiss. Aelin sighed into it, the alcohol in her system making her more reckless and ignoring the fact they might get caught, her arms draping around his neck. They never kissed outside the bedroom unless one was trying to unravel as a bit of foreplay. And right now, Rowan could pull all of her strings loose and Aelin would come undone at his command.
When she had been sufficiently kissed Rowan rested their foreheads together, his hands resting on the exposed skin of her waist. “I like this dress.”
Aelin laughed a little breathlessly. “It’s new, I had to buy it today because somebody left a mark the size of a small planet on my boob.”
She sucked in a breath as his hands travelled high—dangerously so.
“Should I kiss it better?” Rowan asked, his voice low.
Aelin had some half-formed smartass remark on the tip of her tongue but it died right then and there when Rowan’s hands slipped under the elastic of the cutouts, stopping just under her breasts. Seems the alcohol in Rowan’s system had made him more brazen too. That touch had her freezing in anticipation, just waiting for those hands to touch exactly where she wanted. But nothing happened.
“Rowan,” Aelin hissed. Her answer was a dark chuckle and his thumbs ran a very deliberate line along the bare underside of her breasts.
Whatever restraint Rowan was holding onto snapped when he realised she was braless, he cupped her fully and tilted his hips forward on a precise and deliberate movement. It was easy enough to feel how hard he was getting behind the fly of his jeans.
“I wanna go? Can we go?” Rowan groaned in between kisses to her jaw.
Aelin laughed, even as Rowan’s hands kept up their ministrations, her head falling back against the wall. They could—a work excuse would be easy for her to pull off, he could claim his social battery had run out. Then they could run back to her hotel and make the most of Aelin’s last night here. It would be a much nicer way to spend her time. But… her friends. They hardly got to see her these days. She’d be kicking herself later if she ducked out early without catching up properly.
Through a soft moan Aelin kissed him. “Soon. Just…maybe half an hour.”
Rowan gave her space, taking his hands away from their home and smoothed out her dress as he did.
“Thanks for that,” Aelin said, dabbing her cheeks like that would cool them down.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive knowing you’re not wearing anything under that.” Rowan’s eyes were glued to the top half of her dress.
Aelin shoved his shoulder and Rowan made a show coming out of a daze, which then made her giggle.
“I really did come back here to use the bathroom, so,” she shooed him off. He didn’t move.
“Half an hour, though?”
“Yes, Rowan,” Aelin said with amused exasperation. “So keen, I’m flattered.”
When Rowan winked at her, something flipped in her stomach. She put it down to the haze of alcohol and his devastating handsomeness, but he did something to her and it was just starting to sneak up on her how much she was going to miss him too.
~~~~~
Rowan had to give himself a few minutes before we went out and rejoined their friends. The dim light and his dark jeans hid most of the damage, it was just his racing heart traitorous mind he needed to get a handle on. If he couldn’t keep his mind out of the gutter he was going to have a problem. How could he help himself when Aelin walked in looking like that and lighting up the place like literal sunshine?
And the alcohol in his system wasn’t helping his coherency either.
Cool, calm and collected as he could be, Rowan left the darkened hallway and went back to the booth. His seat was still available, which made him happy because Aelin would be able to take her seat right back next to him. And she was back a few minutes later, looking remarkably put together after their little meeting in the hallway. It would have been so easy to slip an arm around her waist to pull her closer, but they didn’t do that. Not in front of their friends.
The next don’t do it task he needed to perform was not checking the time. Aelin had said half an hour, it would be weird if he counted it down to the second.
“Well, breakfast with the parents tomorrow and a flight,” Aelin announced to the table and Rowan tried not to look too relieved. “I should probably go.”
He literally counted to three and then said, “Yeah, I should go too. I’ll just go pay my tab.”
To avoid a forced goodbye with Aelin, Rowan left for the bar then and there. The bartender took a while to get to him after he served other customers, and in that time a hulking but familiar presence appeared beside Rowan.
“You are not as subtle as you think you are,” Lorcan said, elbows on the bar.
“What are you even talking about?” Rowan asked.
Lorcan snorted, it might have been in disgust. “All I’m saying is that you always suddenly become very busy when Aelin appears in town.”
Rowan didn’t answer and that damned him.
“You’ve never been good at keeping secrets, Whitethorn.”
Far too late to save Rowan from this invasive situation the bartender appeared. He gave his name and his card, deciding it was best to ignore Lorcan before he said something that he shouldn’t.
There was a heavy sigh from the dark-haired man beside him. “I just don’t know what you see in her.”
Rowan straightened, levelling a glare at his friend. “You wouldn’t.”
With that, Rowan left, not bothering with a goodbye. Lorcan had never liked Aelin, it was only circumstance that had forced the two of them into the same friendship circle. They honestly avoided talking to each other when they could and sometimes it was easier when they just ignored the other’s existence. It was no surprise Lorcan would have certain opinions now that he had deduced there was something going on. It now dawned on Rowan that he should have at least clarified that they weren’t in a relationship, that what they had was casual and circumstantial. And to make sure that Lorcan kept his mouth shut. The fact that Lorcan wasn’t a gossip was all that they had to rely on until another opportunity for a private conversation presented itself.
Rowan left the bar, the dark sidewalk lit by the street lights and nightlife. He assumed Aelin was already on the way to her hotel to avoid suspicion. Knowing he’d be drinking Rowan had taken an Uber, now he’d have to flag down a cab to take him to where he needed to be.
“Hey, you.”
Rowan smiled and turned around slowly to find that Aelin had waited for him. “Hey.”
“Shall we?” Aelin led the way around the corner and hailed the next cab that drove by with its light on.
He followed, Aelin not even glancing at him to know he was. She gave the address for her hotel and there was a painful ride back to her hotel. Sure, Rowan didn’t mind a sneaky makeout in a dark hallway, but he wasn’t about to make the cab driver uncomfortable with any PDA other than a hand on Aelin’s knee. Patience was a virtue, he could last.
The cab pulled up in front of the hotel and Aelin paid. It seemed her patience was wavering from the way she nearly dragged him out of the back seat. A walk through the foyer and a torturous elevator ride later, they were standing outside Aelin’s door.
Their progress was slowed by Aelin needing to find the key to her room. Rowan put his hands on her hips and couldn’t help pulling her against him, that patience finally fraying. She was so warm and inviting, he was powerless to resist. Aelin’s head fell against his shoulder and she gave him such a contented smile, like there was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be. One of his arms banded around her waist, with his free hand he plucked the key from Aelin’s fingers and unlocked the door himself.
With the door open she quickly turned in his arms, pulling him into the room as they kissed. Rowan kept her steady, kicking the door closed behind them, probably a little too loudly for this late at night. He couldn’t find it in himself to care—not when Aelin was kissing him like this, not when she was pulling at the buttons of his shirt.
Rowan relinquished control to her, letting Aelin guide him where she would. She turned them again, so now Rowan was the one walking backwards. The shirt he wore was gone by the time the back of his legs hit something solid, stopping them both short.
“Sit,” Aelin told him and Rowan did exactly what he was told.
He ended up perched on the arm of the couch in the open living area of her suite. It wasn’t all that wide so Rowan had to brace himself with his hands while Aelin worked on his belt and then the button on his jeans. She was a woman on a mission, and he was here to make it just a little easier. He raised his hips so that she could pull the denim off him. Maybe his jeans were too tight, or maybe they were both a little bit too tipsy, but one leg came off easy as anything, but the next got stuck.
“Come on,” Aelin grunted, yanking on his jeans.
Rowan braced himself the best he could, then on a particularly hard tug he fell backwards, his legs practically up in the air, and the jeans still stuck on him. Aelin was laughing and then so was he.
“I am so sorry,” Aelin’s every word shook with laughter. “Let me just…”
Filled with renewed determination, Aelin went back to work on the offending piece of clothing while Rowan stared at the ceiling. How did he get this stuck? He was about to suggest they cut it off when he felt the fabric roll off him. Sitting up on his elbows he saw Aelin scowling at his jeans and then with unnecessary force hurled them over her shoulder. Then she was looking at him, fire in her eyes.
“I owe you one for this morning,” she said. “Sit up.”
Rowan tried not to show how eager he was to comply as he did exactly what she said. Aelin appeared in front of him, dropping a throw pillow between his spread knees.
“Shit, Aelin,” Rowan whispered, connecting the dots of her plan.
She braced her hands on his knees and lowered herself to the floor. Aelin was still fully clothed, but wearing that dress Rowan didn’t really mind. Her hands ran up and down his bare thighs. His boxer briefs were still on, but with every pass Aelin’s fingers reached higher, until they hooked into the band at his waist. A single eyebrow rose and maybe later would be embarrassed later how vigoursly he nodded his confirmation. The anticipation already had him hard, so when Aelin pulled back the dark fabric of his underwear freeing his cock before she caught it with her hand.
Rowan groaned at the contact, his hips pushing upwards into her grip. Aelin pumped him, setting his teeth on edge. It was likely that she would tease and taunt before giving him what he wanted.
“Not so fun when the tables are turned, is it?” Aelin said, and gave no warning before licking him from base to tip. “Are you going to call me a bastard until I’ve decided you’ve begged me enough?”
“I would never,” Rowan replied, voice strained.
Aelin hummed, looking up at him with a simpering look, one that had his breath shuddering out of him. “You’re too polite for that.”
There was no more teasing, no warning before Aelin took her in his mouth. The surprise and thrill of it made it hard to not to jut his hips up, but he kept still and focused on the sensations overwhelming him. Aelin knew what she was doing and Rowan loved it when she went down on him. No one had done it better. Her confidence made it all that much sexier.
With her hands and mouth she worked him, humming when Rowan reached out to brush some loose strands of hair behind her ear. He wanted to see every second of this. It was a lot to take in, the way Aelin took him in over and over again, the way he could see how much she enjoyed it. This woman did things to him and he’d never found adequate words to describe it. Aelin was like a beacon in the night, and Rowan was utterly powerless to resist. He had always put it down to their friendship and amazing chemistry, but lately other kinds of thoughts had been intruding. Thoughts Rowan refused to entertain past a fleeting consideration. Why ruin what they had?
Nails digging into his thigh brought him back to the moment, as did the moan that vibrated along the length of him. Aelin’s tongue flicked at his swollen head three times before his back was arching, pressure building at the base of his spine.
“Aelin,” he groaned her name by way of warning. “Oh gods.”
He could feel her smile, and it was the tickle of her exposed teeth that broke him. Rowan moaned through his orgasm, Aelin not releasing him until he was finished. Looking up at the ceiling he waited for his body to settle, his chest heaving. Aelin’s proud laugh reached him, her soft lips kissing their way up his body. When she reached his neck Rowan was coherent enough to cup her cheek and bring her in for a kiss.
“How was that?” She whispered against his lips.
“You’ll be the death of me in the best way.” Rowan meant every word, no one unravelled him like Aelin did. It was part of the reason why he never sought anyone else out between their trysts. It wasn’t worth it, and he was very close to blurting that out. But then Aelin nipped at his lip, heating his blood again—drawing his focus back to her and this vanishing time that they had.
Rowan’s hand ran down the length of Aelin’s body, over the soft fabric of that lovely dress. She was braced over him, and all it took was a sharp pull on her hip to have her falling into his lap. Aelin’s laugh was giddy, kissing him again and burying her hand in his hair. His hands weren’t idle, dragging up her thigh and disappearing under the swath of yellow fabric.
“I’m going to need a moment before we continue this in the bedroom,” Rowan said, pulling her legs open just that little bit wider.
“Gods, yes,” Aelin hissed when she caught onto his plans, lifting her hips enough to let him in.
This was their last night together and Gods damn him if Rowan was not going to waste a moment of it.
~~~~~
There was a reason why Aelin couldn’t help herself with Rowan and sex. It was just that good. It was the kind of sex that barely required a second thought, it was easy and hot and perfect—just like the man who was pulling aside her underwear and pushing down on her clit. If the shudder of pleasure hadn’t felt like heaven she might have given that last thought more attention, but she was distracted in the best kind of way.
“This might make us uneven, but,” Rowan’s words trailed off as a finger slid into her. “I don’t think I can help myself.”
A new rush of arousal spread through her at his words. He was to be commended on the way he took so much pleasure from bringing her the same. Aelin wanted to tell him, but all she could manage through the arousal and alcohol was, “That’s hot.”
Rowan had the audacity to laugh at her ineloquent words, but Aelin didn’t have the capacity to shoot something back as he worked her higher. She was still fully clothed, and that didn’t even matter, not with how Rowan was stripping her bare with his gaze. As Rowan crooked his fingers and the heel of his palm rubbed on her clit Aelin threw her head back, waiting for her climax to break. Blowing Rowan already had her so fired up that it wasn't taking long to bring her to breaking point. She wanted it so badly, she just had to wait for Rowan to give it to her.
“I need—’’
“Don’t worry, Aelin,” Rowan interjected. “I already know.”
With a hand on the nape of her neck, Rowan brought her down for a fierce kiss just as he applied the right amount of pressure and she broke. Every whimper and moan was muffled by Rowan’s lips. He didn’t stop until she had quieted, then peppered her face with kisses instead. It seemed ridiculous and too light for the situation so she batted him away with an undignified snort.
Rowan sighed, a satisfied smile on his face as he leant back into the cushions of the couch. “You are a spectacular woman.”
“I know,” Aelin smoothed her hair back, never one to shy away from a compliment.
A sound of surprise caught in her throat as Rowan suddenly lifted them both, carrying them towards the bedroom. “And I’m not finished with you.”
Aelin draped her arms over his shoulder. “I am very glad to hear that.”
When Rowan dropped her on the bed, he dragged her dress over her head on the way back up. All Aelin was left in was the thong that by sheer coincidence matched her dress perfectly and her black heels. Rowan took the care to lay the dress on the small chair in the corner of the room and Aelin took that opportunity to take off her shoes.
“I’ve been looking for this.” Rowan said, lifting a deep green tie from where it had been draped on the same chair.
“Yeah, you left it behind last time and I found it while I was packing,” Aelin explained.
Rowan ran it over his hands, drawing Aelin’s full attention to him. At some point he’d pulled his underwear back up and she tried not to show her disappointment when her eyes travelled up to meet his eyes. Something sly appeared on Rowan’s face and he brought that tie right over to the bed.
“May I?”
Aelin’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment and then she was grinning. That kind of thing wasn’t untried, just something they didn’t get to do often. She extended her wrists and in a few swift moments they were bound and Rowan was stretching her hands above her head. The eye contact was intense, and he didn’t break it as he hooked a finger into the waistband of her thong.
“Let’s get rid of this, shall we,” he said matter of factly.
“Only if you do the same,” Aelin countered when he’d stripped her completely bare.
Rowan manoeuvred out of his own underwear and Aelin glanced down and was delighted to see that his cock was recovered entirely from their previous round. They both took a moment to indulge in their mutual nakedness and then he lowered his head to kiss the very centre of her chest. The simple gesture made Aelin arch her back with want, she wanted his mouth everywhere, now. Rowan just indulgently made his way up to her neck, making her skin breakout in goosebumps as his lips brushed over her collarbones.
Aelin thought he would tease her with his teeth and tongue, but Rowan surprised her. One hand fisted the free length of the tie and the other braced on her back as he hauled them up the bed, Aelin’s head landed on the plush pillows. It thrilled her how he was strong enough to move her so easily. And then, in a languorous movement, drew her arms up, the tie wrapped around his hand as he pressed flat against the wall just above her head.
“This is nice,” Rowan said like they were having a casual conversation, not like he had a beautiful naked woman beneath him.
“Hmm, nice and cosy,” Aelin fought not to roll her eyes. “Maybe we should get closer.”
Aelin raised her knees, brushing them along his sides, lifting her hips. She half expected Rowan to tease her and draw away, but he stayed where he was, gasping when she was able to grind on his hard cock. The heat of him was perfect, she wanted more.
“What are you waiting for?” She whispered, rolling her hips again. “I need you inside me.”
Rowan thrusted, and Aelin panted sharply in the expectation of being given what she wanted, what she needed. But instead he slid against her clit, making her knees weak. The friction made her moan, and that sound only deepened when a hand found her breast and Rowan flicked at its peak.
For a while all Rowan did was kiss and touch her, and there was not much else Aelin could do but writhe under him. A heady sensation rushed through her, making her breasts heavy and her core ache. She tugged on the tie binding her wrists, wanting to run her hands over Rowan, to draw her fingernails over his skin—just do something.
“What are you doing?” Rowan asked, lips ghosting over her’s.
The way he was withholding was going to drive Aelin insane.
“Untie me.”
Rowan only smirked down at her, making no move to loosen the tie. “But why?”
When he looked at her like that Aelin struggled to think straight. “Um…”
In that moment of hesitation Rowan took the opportunity to kiss her. It was a good one, enough to make Aelin dizzy when he pulled away, waiting for a proper answer.
Aelin’s eyes narrowed, annoyance finding its way to the front though the haze of lust. “Because I need to touch you, you asshole. Happy?”
“Very, but I don’t think so.”
The denial frustrated her in the best way. It would take one word of hesitance on Aelin’s part and she’d be free. Just a change in her tone and Rowan would be apologising with sweet kisses. She didn’t want that. So instead she challenged him with a look.
“What if I want to touch you,” he said, angling his hips just right, the head of his cock at her entrance. “What if I want to feel you?”
With an unhurried thrust, Rowan pushed into her. The feel of it made Aelin cry out, her back arching at the sudden rush of pleasure that first trespass gave her.
“Oh gods,” she breathed. “Gods, Rowan. Fuck.”
“I plan too,” Rowan said,
A burst of laughter broke out of Aelin, sober Rowan wouldn’t have made just a lame and crass joke. Right now it was both funny and adorable. Rowan seemed to catch on, his laughter muffled on the skin of her neck. Then, just like that, he was moving again and all Aelin’s focus went to that feel of him he’d been so eager to get. His hips took up a languid rhythm, like he was savouring every movement inside her. It was a lot to comprehend with her mind already fuzzy with alcohol and everything Aelin was feeling because of the wonderful man above her. All she could do was moan his name in appreciation.
As focused as she was on her own enjoyment, Aelin could feel when Rowan’s body tensed, his movements getting sharper. He was close, so was she. She just needed a little something more.
“Rowan,” she begged.
He groaned as Aelin tightened on him involuntarily. “I’ve got you.”
Rowan hauled a knee over his hip, running a hand down her calf to lock it in place. And then that hand travelled back up, higher and higher, until—
“Yes,” Aelin managed to restrain her shout for the sake of her neighbouring rooms as Rowan’s thumb found the apex of her thighs.
“Are you close, Aelin?” Rowan asked, his voice low and full of sin.
“Yes,” she groaned, her fingers winding around the soft silk of the tie.
“Do I need to let you go?”
Aelin shook her head furiously. She loved the way her body strained, taking only what Rowan gave her. If he let go now it would ruin everything. Her hips bucked as she felt her release crest, eyes closing as her core pulsed in time with the attention paid to her clit.
Rowan pulled the tie a little tighter, moving his hips to grind in all the right ways. “Are you going to come for me, love?”
She broke, her hips rocking, taking her through her orgasm as Rowan worked to draw it out. And then he was coming too, moaning loudly as his hips stuttered. The tightness at her wrists fell away and with the tension gone Aelin was able to get herself out. Sighing with satisfied contentment she ran her hands over his back, basking in the post sex bliss.
“I’m gonna miss this,” Aelin murmured, shocked when the words came out aloud. She hoped that Rowan was still too out of it to hear her.
He raised up on his elbows but stayed inside her. A strange look flashed across his face but Aelin didn’t have time to decipher it before he was leaning down to claim her lips. This kiss was different from the ones they had just shared, this one was sweet and almost soothing, meant to calm her down and not rile her up. It made her chest tighten, and Aelin put the odd sensation down to the late hour, exhaustion and the alcohol in her system. It was easily explained away.
That was until Rowan brushed her hair back, his eyes soft as he said, “I’ll miss you.”
~~~~~
I spy with my little eye... something that looks like *feelings*
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It really comes across small-minded when you say you would never even entertain the idea of a gwynriel book. why limit yourself? this is some guilty until proven innocent / my way or the highway type of mentality and can set oneself up for disappointment. you're only pointing out a few things you THINK may happen if they had a book, omitting dozens of other possibilities for them. it always goes like this: it's a fact if it's about elriel / it's a theory if it's about any other ship. like how are you gonna make up your mind without even reading it? without even a blurb to go off of? do you have no faith in the author or her abilities at all? none of us have any idea where the books are gonna go from here or what story we'll get from ANY of the ships, yet somehow you know what's gonna happen if it's: a) an elriel book b) an elucien book c) a gwynriel book, and based on these assumptions (made by yourself) you've just straight up made up your mind without having a definitive idea of where the storyline is gonna go.
what i'm saying is- maybe try being open to more possibilities? sjm can end up writing a beautiful, beautiful story no matter whose story it is.
Listen Anon,
As a consumer, I have the right to pay for something that I am interested in and not pay for something I am not. I've said it before and I'll say it again--I don't like the Gwynriel ship. And no, I don't trust SJM to make it palatable for me and others. SJM has made some very questionable choices in the past, and skirted a very delicate line with what's emotionally appropriate. Like, Aedion throwing the naked Lysandra out in the snow, or Rowan literally slapping Aelin, and yes, Yrene having sex with her patient...like 3 days after he starts walking.
Do I want to read about a very innocent inexperience girl who's gone through rape and a brutal murder of her sister, and who's never had any conversations with a man, and has zero experience with living in the real world getting hit on by a man who is trusted to be in her environment and then turns around and starts to pursue her sexually? NO. I don't like the set up, the idea and the trope. I don't care for this level of inequality in a relationship. I don't like this type of 'seduction'. I don't really want Gwyn to be choice #3 either. There are many reasons why I don't like the idea of Gwynriel and no, I don't want to read their book. I don't want Azriel to be that guy, who is so desperate that he is going to go after a priestess under his tutelage, right after fantasizing about eating Elain out, and I don't want Gwyn to be that girl, who's never talked to a dude and has only one option essentially. I also don't want Elain to be hurt AGAIN, by another rejection and end up with Lucien, because that's the only choice and option.
I realize that many people don't see a problem with Gwynriel, but I do. There are way too many issues with this ship and I am not going to force myself to get behind it and have an 'open mind'. SJM already destroyed my favourite character--Cassian. I am not going to read her destroying Azriel now.
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Operation Stumpy Re-Read
ADWD: Tyrion I (Chapter 1)
He drank his way across the narrow sea.
Shut the fuck up, Tyrion.
Sorry, it's out of my system.
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But why did he need salt beef, hard cheese, and bread crawling with worms when he had wine to nourish him? It was red and sour, very strong. Sometimes he heaved the wine up too, but there was always more.
I fully intended to give Tyrion the Cersei treatment, and highlight every instance of him drinking, but it turns out I would have to copy and paste every paragraph.
Just know he's intoxicated the entire chapter.
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"Wherever whores go," his father had said. His last words, and what words they were. The crossbow thrummed, Lord Tywin sat back down, and Tyrion Lannister found himself waddling through the darkness with Varys at his side.
Unreliable narrator Tyrion Lannister.
"You shot me," he said incredulously, his eyes glassy with shock.
"You always were quick to grasp a situation, my lord," Tyrion said. "That must be why you're the Hand of the King."
"You . . . you are no . . . no son of mine."
"Now that's where you're wrong, Father. Why, I believe I'm you writ small. Do me a kindness now, and die quickly. I have a ship to catch." - Tyrion XI, ASOS
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Varys had escorted him through the tunnels, but they never spoke until they emerged beside the Blackwater, where Tyrion had won a famous victory and lost a nose.
Unreliable narrator Tyrion Lannister.
A chain did not defeat Stannis Baratheon.
"Most people seem to feel that it was my attack on Lord Stannis's flank that turned the tide of battle. Lords Tyrell, Rowan, Redwyne, and Tarly fought nobly as well, and I'm told it was your sister Cersei who set the pyromancers to making the wildfire that destroyed the Baratheon fleet." - Tyrion I, ASOS
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"I killed Shae too," he confessed to Varys.
"You knew what she was."
"I did. But I never knew what he was."
Varys tittered. "And now you do."
I should have killed the eunuch as well.
He laughed, lol.
Feels like Varys might have confirmed that secret entrance in Chataya's brothel was for Tywin.
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He could hear voices shouting as he was hoisted up. Every bounce cracked his head against the bottom of the cask. The world went round and round as the cask rolled downward, then stopped with a crash that made him want to scream. Another cask slammed into his, and Tyrion bit his tongue.
[...]
Tyrion's mouth was full of blood. He spat it at the fat man's feet.
Hm.
<- Prologue
She sucked down a mouthful of the frigid air, and Varamyr had half a heartbeat to glory in the taste of it and the strength of this young body before her teeth snapped together and filled his mouth with blood. She raised her hands to his face. He tried to push them down again, but the hands would not obey, and she was clawing at his eyes. Abomination, he remembered, drowning in blood and pain and madness. When he tried to scream, she spat their tongue out.
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Beneath his window six cherry trees stood sentinel around a marble pool, their slender branches bare and brown. A naked boy stood on the water, poised to duel with a bravo's blade in hand. He was lithe and handsome, no older than sixteen, with straight blond hair that brushed his shoulders. So lifelike did he seem that it took the dwarf a long moment to realize he was made of painted marble, though his sword shimmered like true steel.
That's fAegon evidence, but I have no reason to question Illyrio.
I was near as poor, a bravo in soiled silks, living by my blade. Perhaps you chanced to glimpse the statue by my pool? Pytho Malanon carved that when I was six-and-ten. A lovely thing, though now I weep to see it. - Tyrion II, ADWD
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Pentos. Well, it was not King's Landing, that much could be said for it. "Where do whores go?" he heard himself ask.
"Whores are found in brothels here, as in Westeros. You will have no need of such, my little friend. Choose from amongst my servingwomen. None will dare refuse you."
"Slaves?" the dwarf asked pointedly.
The fat man stroked one of the prongs of his oiled yellow beard, a gesture Tyrion found remarkably obscene. "Slavery is forbidden in Pentos, by the terms of the treaty the Braavosi imposed on us a hundred years ago. Still, they will not refuse you."
That's strange, because Illyrio has Unsullied guards, and the Unsullied are slave soldiers.
The last was chained, the others guarded. The guards were plump, their faces as smooth as babies' bottoms, and every man of them wore a spiked bronze cap. Tyrion knew eunuchs when he saw them.
Once again, just because you give it a different name. . . Daenerys.
Anyway, Tyrion asks five people where whores go in this chapter. The only time he gets an answer, he's told brothels.
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A light wind was riffling the waters of the pool below, all around the naked swordsman. It reminded him of how Tysha would riffle his hair during the false spring of their marriage, before he helped his father's guardsmen rape her.
I thought the year of the false spring was 281 AC? Or is he calling his marriage false? But it wasn't.
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Tyrion began his explorations with the kitchen, where two fat women and a potboy watched him warily as he helped himself to cheese, bread, and figs. "Good morrow to you, fair ladies," he said with a bow. "Do you know where whores go?" When they did not respond, he repeated the question in High Valyrian, though he had to say courtesan in place of whore. The younger, fatter cook gave him a shrug that time.
The Sailor's Wife is not a courtesan, but that kind of stuck out anyway.
It must also be said that the courtesans of Braavos are renowned throughout the world, yet are all free women, unlike the more famous beauties of the pleasure gardens of Lys or the brothels of Volantis. - TWoIaF
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The walls would have shamed any proper castle, and the ornamental iron spikes along the top looked strangely naked without heads to adorn them. Tyrion pictured how his sister's head might look up there, with tar in her golden hair and flies buzzing in and out of her mouth. Yes, and Jaime must have the spike beside her, he decided. No one must ever come between my brother and my sister.
And no one ever will!
I must admit I get excited whenever talk of iron spikes on walls comes up.
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The guards were plump, their faces as smooth as babies' bottoms, and every man of them wore a spiked bronze cap. Tyrion knew eunuchs when he saw them. He knew their sort by reputation. They feared nothing and felt no pain, it was said, and were loyal to their masters unto death. I could make good use of a few hundred of mine own, he reflected.
How about eight thousand?
I'm howling at the word masters.
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The washerwoman went back to wringing out tunics and hanging them to dry. Tyrion settled on a stone bench with his flagon. "Tell me, how far should I trust Magister Illyrio?" The name made her look up. "That far?" Chuckling, he crossed his stunted legs and took a drink. "I am loath to play whatever part the cheesemonger has in mind for me, yet how can I refuse him? The gates are guarded. Perhaps you might smuggle me out under your skirts? I'd be so grateful; why, I'll even wed you. I have two wives already, why not three? Ah, but where would we live?"
You already have a wife! You can't marry again Tyrion! That's preposterous.
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The washerwoman pinned up one of Illyrio's tunics, large enough to double as a sail. "I should be ashamed to think such evil thoughts, you're quite right. Better if I sought the Wall instead. All crimes are wiped clean when a man joins the Night's Watch, they say. Though I fear they would not let me keep you, sweetling. No women in the Watch, no sweet freckly wives to warm your bed at night, only cold winds, salted cod, and small beer. Do you think I might stand taller in black, my lady?" He filled his cup again. "What do you say? North or south? Shall I atone for old sins or make some new ones?"
Including for those who think Tyrion ends up at the Wall.
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Tyrion pushed himself off the bench and went to fetch it. As he did, he saw some mushrooms growing up from a cracked paving tile. Pale white they were, with speckles, and red-ribbed undersides dark as blood. The dwarf snapped one off and sniffed it. Delicious, he thought, and deadly.
There were seven of the mushrooms. Perhaps the Seven were trying to tell him something. He picked them all, snatched a glove down from the line, wrapped them carefully, and stuffed them down his pocket.
Sounds like a weirwood tree.
Those poison mushrooms will come up throughout the course of this book, and I have a feeling we'll get great foreshadowing from it.
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Tyrion propped himself against the pillows, his head in his hands. "Do I dream, or do you speak the Common Tongue?"
"Yes, my lord. I was bought to please the king." She was blue-eyed and fair, young and willowy.
It took me way too long to realize she meant Viserys and not Aegon. Imagine my face, lol.
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"Will my lord want me after he has eaten?" she asked as she was lacing up his boots.
"No. I am done with women." Whores.
The girl took that disappointment too well for his liking. "If m'lord would prefer a boy, I can have one waiting in his bed."
M'lord would prefer his wife. M'lord would prefer a girl named Tysha. "Only if he knows where whores go."
I doubt Tysha's the only wife he's referencing.
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She despises me, he realized, but no more than I despise myself. That he had fucked many a woman who loathed the very sight of him, Tyrion Lannister had no doubt, but the others had at least the grace to feign affection. A little honest loathing might be refreshing, like a tart wine after too much sweet.
"I believe I have changed my mind," he told her. "Wait for me abed. Naked, if you please, I'll be a deal too drunk to fumble at your clothing. Keep your mouth shut and your thighs open and the two of us should get on splendidly." He gave her a leer, hoping for a taste of fear, but all she gave him was revulsion. No one fears a dwarf. Even Lord Tywin had not been afraid, though Tyrion had held a crossbow in his hands. "Do you moan when you are being fucked?" he asked the bedwarmer.
"If it please m'lord."
"It might please m'lord to strangle you. That's how I served my last whore. Do you think your master would object? Surely not. He has a hundred more like you, but no one else like me." This time, when he grinned, he got the fear he wanted.
. . .
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"I would hope so. She was trained in Lys, where they make an art of love. The king enjoyed her greatly."
"I kill kings, hadn't you heard?" Tyrion smiled evilly over his wine cup. "I want no royal leavings."
Not to soil my girl's name, but that's kind of what Sansa was.
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Tyrion speared a goose liver on the point of his knife. No man is as cursed as the kinslayer, he mused, but I could learn to like this hell.
He can't have a good ending. He simply can't.
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"Mushrooms," the magister announced, as the smell wafted up. "Kissed with garlic and bathed in butter. I am told the taste is exquisite. Have one, my friend. Have two."
[...]
"In the Seven Kingdoms it is considered a grave breach of hospitality to poison your guest at supper."
"Here as well." Illyrio Mopatis reached for his wine cup. "Yet when a guest plainly wishes to end his own life, why, his host must oblige him, no?" He took a gulp. "Magister Ordello was poisoned by a mushroom not half a year ago. The pain is not so much, I am told. Some cramping in the gut, a sudden ache behind the eyes, and it is done. Better a mushroom than a sword through your neck, is it not so? Why die with the taste of blood in your mouth when it could be butter and garlic?"
At least Myrcella won't suffer?
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He was not brave enough to take cold steel to his own belly, but a bite of mushroom would not be so hard. That frightened him more than he could say. "You mistake me," he heard himself say.
"Is it so? I wonder. If you would sooner drown in wine, say the word and it shall be done, and quickly. Drowning cup by cup wastes time and wine both."
Who's drinking poisoned wine?
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The serving men brought out a heron stuffed with figs, veal cutlets blanched with almond milk, creamed herring, candied onions, foul-smelling cheeses, plates of snails and sweetbreads, and a black swan in her plumage. Tyrion refused the swan, which reminded him of a supper with his sister.
That's not the only person I'm reminded of.
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"Kinslaying is dry work. It gives a man a thirst."
The fat man's eyes glittered like the gemstones on his fingers. "There are those in Westeros who would say that killing Lord Lannister was merely a good beginning."
"They had best not say it in my sister's hearing, or they will find themselves short a tongue."
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The dwarf tore a loaf of bread in half. "And you had best be careful what you say of my family, magister. Kinslayer or no, I am a lion still."
Is there a more deranged family in this story?
Don't answer that.
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"You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles. I can take you to a real lion, my little friend. The prince keeps a pride in his menagerie. Would you like to share a cage with them?"
✨ foreshadowing ✨
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The lords of the Seven Kingdoms did make rather much of their sigils, Tyrion had to admit. "Very well," he conceded. "A Lannister is not a lion. Yet I am still my father's son, and Jaime and Cersei are mine to kill."
Just point her in the right direction, Tyrion.
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Tyrion was beginning to suspect that a certain freckled washerwoman knew more of the Common Speech than she pretended. "My niece Myrcella is in Dorne, as it happens. And I have half a mind to make her a queen."
Illyrio smiled as his serving men spooned out bowls of black cherries in sweet cream for them both. "What has this poor child done to you that you would wish her dead?"
"Even a kinslayer is not required to slay all his kin," said Tyrion, wounded. "Queen her, I said. Not kill her."
The cheesemonger spooned up cherries. "In Volantis they use a coin with a crown on one face and a death's-head on the other. Yet it is the same coin. To queen her is to kill her. Dorne might rise for Myrcella, but Dorne alone is not enough. If you are as clever as our friend insists, you know this."
Tyrion looked at the fat man with new interest. He is right on both counts. To queen her is to kill her. And I knew that. "Futile gestures are all that remain to me. This one would make my sister weep bitter tears, at least."
If you knew that, why did you keep entertaining it?
Tyrion would sooner have gone to Dorne. Myrcella is older than Tommen, by Dornish law the Iron Throne is hers. I will help her claim her rights, as Prince Oberyn suggested.
x
At least in Dorne they speak the Common Tongue. Like Dornish food and Dornish law, Dornish speech was spiced with the flavors of the Rhoyne, but a man could comprehend it. Dorne, yes, Dorne for me. He crawled into his bunk, clutching that thought like a child with a doll.
x
"I have a niece in Sunspear, did I tell you? I could make rather a lot of mischief in Dorne with Myrcella. I could set my niece and nephew at war, wouldn't that be droll?"
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Magister Illyrio wiped sweet cream from his mouth with the back of a fat hand. "The road to Casterly Rock does not go through Dorne, my little friend. Nor does it run beneath the Wall. Yet there is such a road, I tell you."
"I am an attainted traitor, a regicide, and kinslayer." This talk of roads annoyed him. Does he think this is a game?
Lol.
"This is no dream," he promised her. It is real, all of it, he thought, the wars, the intrigues, the great bloody game, and me in the center of it . . . me, the dwarf, the monster, the one they scorned and laughed at, but now I hold it all, the power, the city, the girl. This was what I was made for, and gods forgive me, but I do love it . . . - Tyrion VII, ACOK
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"What one king does, another may undo. In Pentos we have a prince, my friend. He presides at ball and feast and rides about the city in a palanquin of ivory and gold. Three heralds go before him with the golden scales of trade, the iron sword of war, and the silver scourge of justice. On the first day of each new year he must deflower the maid of the fields and the maid of the seas." Illyrio leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Yet should a crop fail or a war be lost, we cut his throat to appease the gods and choose a new prince from amongst the forty families."
During a council?
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"Are your Seven Kingdoms so different? There is no peace in Westeros, no justice, no faith … and soon enough, no food. When men are starving and sick of fear, they look for a savior."
He's talking about Aegon, but I still feel the need to remind everyone that dragons plant no food trees.
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"Not Stannis. Nor Myrcella." The yellow smile widened. "Another. Stronger than Tommen, gentler than Stannis, with a better claim than the girl Myrcella. A savior come from across the sea to bind up the wounds of bleeding Westeros."
"Fine words." Tyrion was unimpressed. "Words are wind. Who is this bloody savior?"
"A dragon." The cheesemonger saw the look on his face at that, and laughed. "A dragon with three heads."
Tricky author. Daenerys has the next chapter, but Illyrio will escort Tyrion to Griff in his next chapter.
Final thoughts:
Ugh.
36 down, 13 to go. :(
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