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wutwutno1 · 3 months

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J nomming a tiny Doll who accidentally shrunk herself during the skirmish between her, J, and Tessa. OMG what if Tessa fed Doll to J??

J doesn't really like Doll.

When J first met Doll with Tessa, J knew there was something off about the little red-eyed drone with purple hair.

Doll came off as aggressive and overconfident. J heard about how Doll methodically killed people for what J believed to be an inefficient and wasteful plan to kill her friend, V. However, as much as J didn't like her, Tessa loved Doll, viewing her as if she was one of her own drones like J, V, and N.

So right now, J was waiting for Doll to come back. It was extra cold this night and it showed on Tessa, who was shivering even through her specialized space suit.

"Bloody hell. It's cold out here, J. We probably should've waited in the ship." Tessa spoke through gritted teeth. J looked over at her while sitting on a post. "Well Doll said she would be back tonight with the key, and to meet her right here. So, I don't see any other option." Tessa sighed and began to pace, trying to keep up her blood flow. "I know that. How are you not freezing J? I thought drones could feel and react to temperature like humans." J smiled as she responded with, "We do, I also just so happen to be constantly overheating, so it kinda cancels out."

A few feet away from the pair came a ball of red lightning, signifying Doll's return. Tessa and J watched on as the lightning dissipated and revealed Doll. However, she was only about the size of J's hand. Doll stood there shocked while Tessa and J watched on agape.

"Что за—?" ("What the—?") Doll began when she was immediately cut off by Tessa, "Oh my god! Doll, you're so cute!"

Tessa reached down and picked up the mini Doll, who squirmed in her hand. "эй! Отпусти меня! Отпусти меня!" ("Hey! Let me go! Let me go!") J looks over Tessa's shoulder at Doll.

"How did this happen?" J questions. "Незначительный просчет." ("Minor miscalculation.") Tessa opens her palm flat, allowing Doll to sit down and breathe more comfortably. Tessa asks, "Doll, did ya get the key?"

"Да, да. У меня дурацкая проблема с ключом." ("Yes yes. I got the stupid key bug thing.") Doll then reaches into her dress and pulls out the keybug, the only problem is that it's much too small.

"Huh. Must've gotten shrunk when she did, ey J?" J nods and looks back at Doll. "Can you unshrink, or something? That bug needs to be normal."

"Думаю, да. Мне просто нужно больше масла для телепортации. А пока я—" ("I think so. I just need more oil to teleport with. Until then I—") Doll then breaks out into a shiver, the abnormaly cold air mixed with her extra small size finally catching up with her. "Боже, как холодно." ("Jeeze, it's cold.") "Oh dear, you poor thing. We'll get you warmed up, right J?" Tessa turned to J, who looked slightly disappointed at the events unfolding. "Of course, boss." Tessa looked down at the borrower-sized drone in her hand and placed a hand on her chin. "Of course, we need to figure out a way how. What to do..."

J began thinking. She didn't like Doll, but Tessa did. So she couldn't do anything to hurt Doll, but this could be her only chance to get revenge on behalf of V. Honestly, she could forgive all of that if Doll didn't do the one thing the workaholic bootlicker J considered unforgivable; messing up her job.

J began to grin, figuring out the perfect punishment while still looking like she was helping. Something that even Tessa could get behind.

"Hey Tessa, I have an idea." J spoke in a sickly sweet voice, however Tessa didn't seem to notice. "Yes, J? What is it?" J sat down on her post, grinning ear to ear. "I'm constantly overheating, right? So I was thinking we could put her inside of me somehow, like..." J paused for a second before snapping her fingers. She placed one hand over her abdomen and pointed at it with the other, "my stomach!" "Подожди, что?" ("Wait, what?")

Tessa barely gave it two thoughts before nodding her head. "Good idea J! Let's do it!" Tessa picked up Doll by the back of her shirt and began to carry her over to J. Doll began to squirm and panic.

"Подожди! Подожди! Не скармливай меня ей! Я не еда! Я не конфета!" ("Wait! Wait! Don't feed me to her! I'm not food! I'm not candy!") "J, can you translate? I don't understand Russian. She seems to be freaking out." J's grin grew wider as she now had full control over the situation.

"Oh, she's just begging for warmth. She only looks scared 'cause she's cold!" Tessa stands about a foot away from J, looking down at her. "Well okay! Open up!" J did as she was told, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, giving Tessa and Doll a clear view of the back of her mouth and the top of her throat. "нет! Нет! Остановись!» Остановись!" ("No! No! Stop! Stop!")

Tessa slowly slid the squirming worker drone into J's mouth, the latter closing her mouth behind Doll softly onto Tessa's fingers. Tessa let go of Doll, who began to struggle harder inside J's mouth. Doll's voice muffled to the point of being unintelligible as Tessa slid her fingers out of J's mouth.

"Ew, J!" Tessa squealed playfully, whipping what little saliva got on her glove off.

Inside J's mouth, Doll was freaking out. She squirmed and struggled. Doll clutched onto J's tongue in the hope that it would prevent her from being swallowed. Doll felt her legs get pulled inside J's powerful throat, the tugging slowly pealing Doll off J's tongue.

" Подожди! Остановись!» Выплюнь меня!" ("Wait! Stop! Spit me out!") Doll cried out as her arms let go of J's tongue. She grasped desperately, but with one last gulp, J swallowed Doll whole squirming and fighting all the way down into her stomach.

"Gulp!" Tessa traced Doll's descent down J's throat with her finger until she reached J's chest. "Did you just say gulp, J?" Tessa giggled as J smiled, "Hey, you were the one who deleted gulp.mp3."

Tessa began to laugh audibly when she stood up. "Fair. I wonder how Doll's doing in there." J patted her stomach and grinned, "Oh, she's having the time of her life."

Inside of J, Doll was not having the time of her life. She lay in the soft plush of J's gut, getting churned and pushed with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. Doll couldn't do anything at the moment but take it. She didn't have the oil level to use her Absolute Solver, her squirms and fighting only got absorbed by the thick plush that surrounded J's stomach, and her yelling probably couldn't be heard by Tessa, and even if it could, Tessa still couldn't understand Doll.

Doll was had, and she knew it. Her only choice now was to wait for J to let her out. She knew J wouldn't digest her. She had the key and was the only one who could unshrink it. However, another thought came into her mind. She realized that J's stomach was actually kind of nice. The warmth was perfect, especially after what she had just experienced outside. The churning and the soft contractions of the belly walls worked to massage the stress in her over-tensed joints.

Doll didn't have anything to worry about in J's belly. For the first time in what felt like forever, Doll relaxed.

"Righy-O, J. Let's get back to the ship and warm up. We can get Doll the oil she needs in a bit." Tessa stood up and stretched. She patted her sheath and holster, making sure her weapons were secured, and turned around, only to come face-to-face with an emo worker drone with N and V behind her, all standing in a fight pose.

"Huh—?"

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Sorry if my translation is off. I don't speak, nor understand Russian, but I wanted to try to write it in. Any help in fixing translation errors will be much appreciated.

#murder drones #murder noms #vore writing #sfw vore #murder drones doll #g/t vore #murder drones j #murder drones tessa #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #unwilling to willing #soft vore #safe vore #good intentions #bad intentions

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folditdouble · 1 year

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Women in Film Challenge 2023: [6/52] Bad Intentions, dir. Rosario García-Montero (Peru/Argentina/Germany, 2011)

Two suns cannot shine in one sky.

#las malas intenciones #bad intentions #rosario garcía montero #women directors #women in film #cine latinoamericano #peruvian cinema #*mine

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palatinewolfsblog · 1 year

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"When you want to help people,

you tell them the truth.

When you want to help yourself,

you tell them what they want to hear.”

Thomas Sowell.

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darkthingshappen · 1 year

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Merry Whump of May Day 2

@themerrywhumpofmay

“Need a ride?”

-wrench

-paranoia

-club

Big huge thanks to my always amazing whumperful crew: @whumpcereal @quietly-by-myself @sparrowsage and to @oddsconvert who put in a lovely beta job for this little prequel.

Warnings for this story: bad intentions by the main character, whumper perspective, derogatory internal dialogue, intent to engage in noncon (talked about, not actually written), drunkenness, smoking.

A King of the Road Prequel (Find the original King of the Road (Whumptober 2022) post here.)

Six Months Ago…

The Trucker dropped his cigarette to the asphalt and ground it out with the toe of his boot. He surveyed the parking lot of another club in another town in Somewheresville, America. Fresh hunting ground.

He watched the drunk college freshmen, who by all means shouldn’t even be here, idiotically looking for the friends he’d come with. He’d been stumbling around the parking lot for nearly twenty minutes now. The cars have been steadily streaming out or their owner’s steadily being bundled into taxi cabs and Ubers.

When the young man passed by his idling truck for the third time the trucker smiled at him.

“You lost darlin’?”

The young man swayed a bit as he stopped and took in the sight of the big, red, oversized trucking cab. The Trucker could see the wheels turning in the young man’s head, trying to process the question.

“‘M not lossss...”

“But you’re not found either, are ya?” The Trucker looked the young man up and down, smiling the whole time. “What happened? Can’t find yer buddies?”

“No… I… They’re here s’m where…”

This was just too easy. And this little one was sure pretty. His pale green eyes, watery and wide, set in a cute face with cheeks flushed a bit too red, and finished off by a pair of lovely cherry red lips. The Trucker licked his own lips as he thought about shoving himself into that perfect round mouth. The boy’s cherubic face was surrounded by a mop of messy dark blue hair. He could see the boy’s warm breath huffing out in front of him in the cold night air.

“I’d be happy to give you a ride, wherever you need. My truck’s nice and warm. I bet you ain’t too far from here, right?”

“No… I… not far. I just… my friends have to be here somewhere. I just… maybe over there?”

The young man started to walk away, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself on a parked sedan, towards the far side of the parking lot.

The Trucker reached out and wrenched the boy’s arm back a bit harder than he intended too. The kid’s phone went skittering across the pavement and under the truck. When their eyes met, the kid’s pale green eyes were wide with sudden fear and paranoia.

The Trucker laughed it off.

“Whoops, now look what happened. You’re in no state to be walking across the parking lot, son. You’re gonna get yourself kilt.” He gently guided the boy towards the door of his truck. “Why don’t you come have a lie down and I’ll get you where you need to go. Hop up there and I’ll grab your phone.”

The drunk college kid blinked rapidly, still trying to process what the trucker was saying. All the while the Trucker was guiding him towards the cab of his truck. The big red door opened quietly and he helped the boy up on the first step. The Trucker had done this a million times, and knew he had a charming, disarming personality. As the boy swayed backwards, the Trucker let his hand slip from the small of his back to the roundness of his pert, tight little college boy ass. Oh he was so going to enjoy this one.

“You got a name, pretty boy?”

“B… Bob-by.”

“That’s right nice. Little Bobby Blue. Once you get up there, grab yerself some water. It’ll help clear your head. Might keep you from a mighty powerful headache in the morning.”

“Yeahhhh, that souns gooo…”

Little Bobby Blue was going to make a great companion. The Trucker could taste it, or rather, Bobby Blue would be tasting it. The Trucker leaned down and retrieved the kid’s phone from under the edge of his truck.

Just as Little Bobby Blue was about to take the top step up into the truck, a sleek black Uber pulled up next to the truck. Several loud, clearly drunk, guys were hanging out of the windows.

“BOBBY!!!! There you are, you dumb fuck. We’ve been looking all over for you. How the hell did you get over here?”

“Yeah, what the hell you doing getting in that truck Bobby?” another one said.

“Thisss guy’s gonna give me a ride.”

“Awe thanks, mister. Awful nice. But we got us a nice Uber to take us back to the house. Come on Bobby, quit fuckin around and get your ass in the car.”

Bobby almost fell on the Trucker as climbed back down the steps and stumbled towards the car. That's the most amount of fucking action he'll get tonight, now.

“Nice to meet you, Bobby. I’ll keep an eye out for you. You be safe now,” the Trucker said, his face a mask of polite calmness while inside he was raging.

“Don’t forget your phone, Bobby,” one of the generic drunk guys said. Bobby staggered back towards the Trucker, retrieved his phone, and then nearly fell into the open doorway of the car, sending his idiotic buddies into a frenzy of laughter.

The Trucker glanced around the parking lot. FUCK! There were no other tasty, convenient little fishes to be caught. He slammed the door to his cab shut and then yanked open the driver’s door of the truck. May as well start driving. He was all hot and bothered and there would be no release tonight unless it was his own hand. Perhaps he could try the rest stops. Sometimes unsuspecting people found themselves in vulnerable situations. He ground the gears of his truck as he started out of sheer frustration. He revved the engine louder than he normally would, the rattling growl echoing across the wide open plains of the flat terrain. He’d find someone. He scraped his teeth together and reached for his cigarettes. Maybe he could smoke himself calm. He made a hard fist around the lighter as he struck it up.

He sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it out again. He leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes for a moment, calling up the blue framed face of his escaped victim. Damn he would have liked that one. If he came back through this town any time soon, he’d be on the prowl for his Little Bobby Blue.

Little Bobby Blue had dodged a bullet that night. It’s possible he wouldn’t always be that lucky. But for tonight, Bobby Blue made it home safely.

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sadhappydeath · 26 days

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#nostalgia #nostalgic #Bullshit #shutpost #Fuck #Fuck kosa #Kill kosa #End kosa #Destroy kosa #Don't let kosa pass #Kosa #Kosabill #bad internet bills #stop kosa #kids online safety act #bad influence #bad intentions

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miss-grimwood · 7 months

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Full Moon - Bellatrix/Mrs Zabini

Mrs Zabini, as she was known, was a mysterious woman. Though her son lived comfortably in an old manor house, belonging to his father, or perhaps a stepfather, she had no address. Her son lived with the elves, and the nursemaids, and saw his mother about as frequently as the rest of the wizarding world.

She was rarely seen during the day. The women of town believed her to be of vampiric descent, gossiping in hushed whispers whenever her name was spoken. She kept to the shadows, almost blending in, dressed all in black, with a translucent veil covering her face.

The men suspected dark magic was at play. Mrs Zabini had lost seven husbands, all to tragedy, and through them, had gained quite the fortune. Seven houses were left in her name, seven fortunes, seats at the table of seven family businesses. But a woman alone couldn’t orchestrate such cunning darkness. No, she must be acting under the control of a powerful wizard.

Mrs Zabini, as she let herself be known, knew of all of the rumours surrounding her. How wrong they all were.

The gossips were yet to notice that all of her husbands had met their end on a full moon.

Bellatrix Black would marry for money. He with the highest fortune would win her hand. It just so happened, that she had always found him first. Disposing of the men was easy, in her condition, and with seven fortunes in her pocket, she was certain, no man could outbid her for the hand of the brightest witch of her age.

You see, Bellatrix Black, surely, could cure her.

Such a beautiful girl, so willing to do whatever it took to make a name for herself. She could arrange that, in return for a few favours.

She could simply steal the girl away, force her to give up her body, her soul, but that was no fun. The girl was beautiful; she’d make a darling bride. Bellatrix would trust her, would give herself willingly to help. Bellatrix would adore her, would do anything, her name would be known, yes, but not for the reasons she expected.

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#bellatrix lestrange #mrs zabini #implied murder #bad intentions #<500 words #microfic #this idea really started to get away from the prompt i may have to rewrite and expand

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iclout · 10 months

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#bad intentions #digital daggers #close your eyes

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afrotumble · 10 days

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Bad Intentions by Dr. Dre ft. Knocturnal | Interscope

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#the wash #movie soundtrack #dr dre #bad intentions #knocturnal #hip hop #Youtube

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starseternalnighttriumphant · 1 year

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BAD INTENTIONS: CHAPTER FIFTEEN

A/N: Besties I am so sorry this took me.... over a year.... to complete... I wanted to thank every single person that has stuck with me this long and has given so much love to Bad Intentions. This is the final chapter! If you guys continue to stick around, Bad Intentions is slowly being turned into an original story! If you want to learn more about Elizabeth (aka Aelin) and Jax (aka Rowan), don't be afraid to ask.

Once again, thank you thank you thank you. I love you guys.

RATING: M for mature; NOT suitable for readers under 18 years old, read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: May include material that may be triggering. Possible graphic depictions of violence, sex, trauma; strong language use.

It took twelve hours before Rowan was one more minute away from losing his gods damn mind.

It didn’t help that he’d been forced to let an ambulance take an unconscious Aelin away and that he hadn’t seen her since then. He had been getting updates via text from Rhoe but they hadn’t staved off the welling panic threatening to break free from his rib cage.

It only took a few hours to wipe away any evidence he’d killed every single person that stood between him and his girlfriend. Gasoline and a match had taken care of it, and he’d stayed until all that was left was smoldering embers. He’d left Fenrys and Lorcan to call in a team to clear out the debris, making sure no one would find the bones buried under the rubble.

It took one hour to get home, wash the death off his body, and then head straight to the hospital.

He’d paced the spacious waiting room for another hour before Rhoe had snapped at him to sit the fuck down or leave.

Now it was nearing twelve hours and one minute since he’d watched EMTs take Aelin away and if the gods damn fucking doctor didn’t walk through the door in the next thirty seconds he’d—

“Captain Galathynius?”

Both Aelin’s father and Rowan shot out of their seats as the doctor came towards them, eyes tired.

“Your daughter is stable. We were able to fix the wound in her stomach. The blade didn’t hit anything vital but we still want to keep her here until it’s mostly healed for observation. All of her other injuries were, for the most part, superficial. She might have some scarring, but she’s alive and I think that’s what truly matters.”

The thought of any of those cuts leaving scars made Rowan’s stomach heave. Before she’d been rushed to the hospital, he’d seen the damage. Saw the carving on her thigh. It had made him put a few more bullets in Cairn’s dead body.

“Can we see her?” Rhoe asked, his voice thick with tears he’d probably not shed.

The doctor nodded. “She’s sedated and has been in and out, so she’s only semi-coherent.”

Rhoe thanked the doctor and then turned to Rowan. He opened his mouth but Rowan cut off whatever he was going to say. “You can go in first.”

Rhoe raised a brow but nodded, clapping him on the shoulder before leaving the waiting room. Rowan sighed and sat back down in a chair, putting his head in his hands. A few moments later, someone sat next to him.

“She okay?” Fenrys asked.

Rowan nodded, keeping his head in his hands. “Some potential scarring and they want to keep her for observation, but she’s okay.”

“That’s good,” Fenrys soothed, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Why aren’t you visiting her?”

Rowan released a breath and sat back up, looking up at the ceiling. “I let Rhoe go first. Besides…” he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Aelin is in here because of me. Cairn took her because of me. I can’t… I can’t face her right now.”

“You can’t think like that,” Fenrys told him, punching him in the shoulder. “You can’t blame yourself for Cairn’s actions. She’s alive Rowan. Because of you. Now get your ass in that room and kiss the shit out of her.”

Rowan took a deep breath and nodded, getting his sorry ass up and heading for Aelin’s room. He pushed through the door gently, seeing Rhoe standing on her left side, his hand on hers. Her father gave Rowan a nod and Rowan took the seat on the right, taking her hand and looking her over.

Stitches had closed up the sharp cut Cairn had left on her cheekbone. On her other cheek a bruise had formed. His jaw clenched as he took in the various bandages on her arms. He knew that there were more hidden under the hospital gown and he was glad he couldn’t see them, or else he would’ve lost his shit.

He brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles before whispering, “I’m so sorry golden girl. I failed you, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself. But I hope that you can forgive me.”

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Aelin barely heard Rowan’s words as she fought to pull herself to consciousness.

She came to, her jumbled conscience zeroing in on the warmth encasing her hand. Skin against skin, a thumb was brushing across her knuckles. A steady beeping filled her ears. Her fingers twitched, brushing against a coarse blanket. She took in a deep breath, frowning at the burning pain that rolled across her chest.

She struggled to open her eyes, lids feeling as though bricks sat upon them. She blinked cartoonishly, her vision slowly coming back into focus. A frown pulled down her lips again as she gazed at her surroundings.

She was in a hospital room. Faint, warm light glowed in the room and she looked out the large windows to see it was night time. She looked at all the tubes attached to her, letting out a sigh as it seemed she had a million IVs attached to her. Then she looked to her right, and she swore her heart almost stopped.

Rowan was there, his hand in hers, his head bent over their joined hands. She weakly tried to squeeze his hand and his eyes shot up to hers. Then he was standing over her, whispering things to her as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Rowan—” she choked on a sob and he pressed a kiss to her forehead before resting his own against hers.

“It’s okay love, I’m here. You’re okay,” he whispered, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

He held her like this until her tears dried and then he pulled back, taking her hand in both of his before sitting back in his chair. She finally realized her father was here too, sitting off to her left. She began crying again, and Rhoe immediately came up to her, shushing her as well.

“Dad, I’m so sorry–”

“None of that,” Rhoe said gently, placing his hand against her cheek. “I’m just glad that you’re okay, Fireheart.” He wiped away some tears before pulling back. “I’ll go let a nurse know you’re awake.”

Aelin watched him leave and then turned her attention back to her boyfriend, embarrassed that she could feel the burn of tears happening again. “How did you find me? What happened?”

Rowan dragged his chair closer and ran a finger over her cheek. “We can talk about that later. Right now you just need to focus on getting better so we can get you out of here.”

She let out a shaky breath, nodding. She switched subjects, squeezing his hand better this time. “I heard what you said,” she whispered. “There’s nothing to forgive, Rowan.”

His head dipped, eyes on their joined hands. “It’s all my fault, Aelin.”

“No,” she said firmly. “It’s not. All of this, it’s Cairn’s fault. He was the psycho that kidnapped me and hurt me. You saved me, Rowan. I wouldn’t be here without you. I know it’s too much to ask that you don’t blame yourself, but know that it’s not your fault, and there is nothing to forgive you for.”

He brought their hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“We deserve each other,” she murmured, tugging on their hands. “Come here.”

He stood and leaned into her and she tilted her face up. He kissed her gently, as if he was worried she would shatter.

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth, reaching up to run a thumb over his cheek.

“I love you too, golden girl,” Rowan breathed back. “Forever.”

THREE YEARS LATER

“Just one more picture!”

Aelin groaned and laughed, fixing her cap as she stood pressed against Lysandra, smiling for the camera her mother had pointed at them.

“Okay, that’s good!” Evalin beamed and Aelin peeled off the itchy cap, tucking it under her arm with the empty diploma holder.

She stood with her family and Rowan outside the arena she and Lysandra had just graduated in, both now proud holders of a college degree. Aelin had decided to take the teaching route, and had her first job set up at the local high school teaching English.

After everything that had happened with Cairn, life had gotten back to relatively normal. Aelin was still regularly seeing a therapist after what had happened, and Rowan had supported her every step of the way. Months after the incident, Rowan had graduated and he was now, if anyone could actually believe it, a private investigator. He’d held strong to his promise to walk away from the gang life, and now he regularly worked with the Orynth Police Department and her father as a private investigator. Sometimes she laughed about it.

Rowan grabbed her up in his arms and spun her around, causing her to let out a peeling laugh. She held him close when he put her down, pulling back only far enough so she could look up into his pine green eyes.

“Congratulations golden girl,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his.

He kissed her hard for a moment before he pulled back, a weird look on his face.

“You okay?” she asked, brows furrowing. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Oh fucking hell,” he muttered and then shook his head.

When he got down on one knee, Aelin thought she was the one that was going to be sick. Her stomach immediately flipped and flopped and her heart began to race as he reached into a pocket and grabbed her left hand in his.

“I’m not good at these kinds of things, and I might fuck this all up,” Rowan started and she stared down at him, eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears. “But I love you, Aelin Galathynius. I think I fell in love with you the moment you asked me to kiss you at that party. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone, so each moment of these past few years has been new and exciting and crazy. All I know is that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He opened up the box and a stunning emerald with a golden band sat inside, a match to the emerald heart pendant that sat against her chest, something she never took off. “Will you marry—”

“Yes,” she cut him off, surprising both of them before Rowan grinned up at her. “Yes, yes, yes. Get up here and kiss me.”

He laughed and slid the ring on her finger before standing and grabbing her as she jumped into his arms.

As she kissed him while her family cheered at the scene they’d just witnessed, she couldn’t wait for this next part of her life.

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