#dailyau

[wannabesewcrafty]

Crushing It (Part 3)

Fandom: Debris (TV)

Notes: Concluding this AU fic from a prompt via @dailyau. Tagging @fluffbruary because it’s fluff! (Will go back and add links to the previous parts!)

Finola couldn’t find her green sweater. She had searched her room twice for it to no avail. Her next stop was Dee Dee’s room. Her little sister had called out that she was going to take a shower. Finola could be in and out with Dee being none the wiser. But when she approached her sister’s door, she heard Dee’s voice as she talked on the phone.

“The Spring Fling has come and gone. You better show up.” There was a pause while Dee Dee listened to a reply. “Well, that’s a step in the right direction.” Another pause. “Yes. Today. After school.” She snorted. “I’ve given you everything you need. Wait…”

Finola drew back and held her breath.

“I thought I heard something. I’d better go. Bye.”

Finola waited a moment before deciding to knock on her door. “Dee Dee? Are you decent?”

The younger girl flung open her door. “Yeah. I…changed my mind about the shower.”

“Okay.” When Dee Dee didn’t share anything else, Finola decided to pretend she hadn’t overheard anything. Confronting Dee Dee would probably make them both miserable and late for school.

“Have you seen my green sweater?” she asked instead.

“Um, I think Dad threw it in the wash.”

Finola pulled her lips back into a grimace. She hurried to her father’s bedroom and found a laundry basket of clothes. Her sweater sat on top of the pile. She gave it a delicate sniff. It hadn’t been laundered yet. Breathing a sigh of relief, she rescued it from the basket. Next week was her turn to do the laundry, so she would wash it then.

She hurried back to her room with her find and picked out a gray sweatshirt to wear to school instead. She had just finished slipping it on over her head when she heard Dee Dee’s footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Fi, the bus is coming! Let’s go!”

Exhaling an annoyed sigh, Finola followed her sister downstairs to meet their school bus.

-*-*-

At school, Finola could barely concentrate on her classes. The partial phone conversation she had overheard that morning played through her mind.

Something was going on with her little sister, and it would be happening after school. But when, exactly, and where? And, she thought, with who?

When the final dismissal bell rang, she jockeyed to be among the first students to leave the building. If she could catch Dee Dee and talk to her, or just keep an eye on her until—

“Hey! Finola!”

She started at the familiar but very unexpected sound of Bryan’s voice. She looked in the direction of the student parking lot to her right. He stood next to his black motorcycle parked in a visitor space near the front of the school. He waved an arm over his head in greeting.

Her worry over Dee Dee overshadowed her pleasure at seeing him, but she went over to him anyway. “Bryan, hi.”

He immediately saw that something was troubling her. “Something wrong?” he asked, his own expression sobering.

“It’s Dee Dee,” she admitted. “She might be in some trouble.”

“What?”

Quickly, she explained what she had learned that morning. “I thought I could catch her…” she added, her voice trailing off as her eyes scanned the departing students.

She felt Bryan lay a hand on her arm, drawing her attention back to him.

“Finola, can we talk?”

She opened her mouth, ready to point out that this wasn’t the best time, but something in his eyes told her not to refuse him. She simply nodded.

-*-*-

They sat down on the curb in the shadow of one of the classroom buildings. Bryan was silent for a moment before he began.

“Dee Dee’s not in any trouble,” he assured her. “I was the person she was on the phone with this morning.”

Finola’s lips parted in surprise. “You?”

He held up a hand. “Let me finish. It’s…why I’m here. She was…egging me on, to put it politely.”

Jones nodded. Now that her fear and anxiety had abated somewhat, she did wonder what Bryan was doing at her school.

“I was going to ask you if I could give you a ride home today. But, seeing what you’ve gone through, I’ll just get to it.” He took a deep breath. “I heard that your senior prom is coming up. Would you…would you be interested in going with me?”

She could only stare at him while he fidgeted under her silence.

“The school year is almost over,” he continued. “I’m not going to be Dee Dee’s tutor for much longer, so, we figured it was now or never.”

“‘We?’” she echoed.

He put a hand to the back of his head while a rueful smile crossed his face. “Your sister’s a perceptive person,” he explained. “She could tell I had a crush on you.”

Finola heard her blood roaring in her ears. She felt light-headed. Was this real?

She thought again of Dee Dee’s remarks on the phone in light of this new revelation that Bryan had provided. It made her smile, and then chuckle, which soon became a fit of giggles.

After a few minutes, she got herself back under control, and she laid a hand on Bryan’s shoulder to steady herself.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he pointed out.

“Yes,” she replied. “I would love to go to prom with you. And, yes, I would be glad if you could give me a ride home.” She studied the happy, relieved grin that broke out across his face before adding more gently, “And, yes, I’ve been crushing on you too.”

He smiled softly at that before reaching inside his leather jacket and pulling out two white slips of paper. “I’m really glad to hear you say all that because I bought the prom tickets yesterday.”

“Ah. Was that ‘the step in the right direction?’”

“Well, I think we both know that Dee Dee is a smart young woman.”

She replaced her hand on his shoulder with her cheek as she leaned into him, and she felt him put an arm around her as the shadows lengthened on the ground before them.

-*-*-

Back at her house, Dee Dee was fixing sandwiches for dinner when she got a text from Bryan. It was a selfie of him sitting on his motorcycle with her sister behind him, both of them grinning. The photo was accompanied by two words. “Mission accomplished.”

She smiled to herself and began assembling a third sandwich.

#my fic #debris nbc #dailyau #I’m surprised I wrote this much #Fi and Dee and Bry #brinola #bryan x finola #high school AU I guess #tutor au #I sort of rushed this so hope it’s okay

[twotales]

Dr. Ass

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay

Rating: M

Word Count: 1732

Tags:  Fic Prompt, Kissing, Alternate Universe - Sexy Optometrist, Glasses, Unethical Medical Practice, Optometry     

Read On A03

Prompt: "I need new glasses and you're the optometrist running my vision tests, but your good looks are really freaking distracting." Prompt By: @dailyau

“Zelenka?”

Radek tilted his head up from the magazine. “Yes?”

“We’re ready for you.”

Radek nodded and stood, maneuvering carefully around a few chairs, only to turn and bump his knee against the door frame.

“Kurva,” Radek hissed.

The tech’s eyes widened. “You okay?”

Radek rubbed his knee before following the tech to the room, “Physically yes, but I fear sting of embarrassment will last for some time.”

The tech laughed and gestured toward the chair. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one with failing eyesight around here.”

Radek chuckled as he sat down. He removed his glasses so the tech could shine a light into his eyes before they had him press his forehead to a device.

“Look at the target in the center and press the button every time you see a light appear.” The tech went through a few other tests before they stepped away. “Alright, the doctor will be with you shortly.”

Radek nodded as they shut the door. Radek slipped his glasses into his pocket and leaned back in the chair, settling in for a long wait.

A broad blurred figure barrelling into the room had him snapping to attention. The door practically slammed shut behind them. “Dr. McKay," he said.

Radek blinked several times. The voice sounded quite annoyed as if even a simple introduction was a waste of his precious time. “Dr. Zelenka,” he intoned.

He heard McKay sit, the mobile stool squeaking from the action. “Sure, sure,” the doctor dismissed him, the man rolling closer.

Radek frowned. How rude. Dr. McKay pulled a contraption over his head, jostling him several times as he adjusted it. Radek clenched his teeth as the man gripped him a little too harshly. He growled as the device dug into the bridge of his nose.

“If you continue shoving me around like ragdoll," Radek hissed, "I will be returning the favor happily.”

McKay removed his hand, his stool squeaking as he leaned back. “Happily, huh?”

Radek squinted his eyes at McKay's amused tone. “Quite, happily.”

The doctor chuckled, his blurry frame shaking. "Fine, I’ll be gentle.”

Despite the mocking tone, his words had Radek’s breath stuttering. His fists tightened at the softer touch as McKay adjusted the device. “Not for you though." Radek shivered as the man spoke quietly near his ear, “I can’t have you shoving me around." His voice colored with even more amusement, "I bruise easily.”

Radek let out his breath and smiled. “Ah, yes, I would not expect any less. Especially considering how inconvenienced you are by my mere presence, a complete stranger.” He held up his finger. “A patient, no less.”

“Most of the sheeple don’t call me out on it.” McKay shifted on his stool, “Now,” a blinder went over his right eye. “Tell me Zelemka. Which is better? One or two?” He switched the lens.

“Zelenka,” he huffed. “And two.”

“I’ll never remember that. Three or Four?”

Radek rolled his eyes. “Three.”

“Okay. One or two?”

They went through each lens until the picture on the far wall became crystal clear. McKay rolled into his field of vision, “How’s that look Zalaka?” He watched him with piercing blue eyes, a lopsided smirk plastered across his handsome face. Radek's eyes widened as he took in the man's stocky frame, his arms crossed over the wide expanse of his chest, the action making his shoulders seem even broader.

McKay raised his brows. “Zaloka?”

Radek cleared his throat, “Is perfect.” he tried not to stare at the man’s chest and thick stomach as McKay uncrossed his arms. “The name is Zelenka.” He wet his lips, “Dr. Ass.” Radek’s mouth went dry as the man barked out a laugh.

McKay shook his head and stood. "I think you're my favorite patient." He pulled a curtain of letters down.

“You must be a glutton for punishment, then.” Radek tilted his head, “Considering…” Radek’s breath caught as the light shifted when he walked by. McKay’s shirt was so tight he could see his nipples and the curve of his belly. He breathed through his nose willing his body to stop reacting.

McKay lifted his chin. “Considering what?” He pointed. “Read off the letters starting from-” he rolled his hand, “Blah, blah, the usual.”

Radek's lip quirked, “Considering that you bruise so easily.” Radek's chest tightened as McKay flashed him a crooked grin.

McKay gestured at the curtain, “The letters Zelapka.”

Radek’s eyes dragged away from McKay’s mouth. “Right, letters.” He licked his lips as he imagined rubbing his cheek against the stubble on his jaw. His cock twitched. How good it would feel to have the wider man surround him, push him down onto a mattress, and-“

Dr. McKay snapped his fingers. “Come on, I don’t have all day.”

Radek blinked the thoughts away. “E, H, N, D, F, N,” his eyes drifted back to McKay. “F, I, X, K,” the man’s face snapped toward him. Those bright blue eyes locking on him had his stomach flip-flopping. Radek looked down his broad frame, lingering over the expanse of his chest, “O, Z, O, T, P.” His voice dropped a few octaves. His eyes landed below the man’s belt. “O, P, M, F, I, A.” Sweat beaded on the back of his neck as he stared at McKay's crotch.

“Seriously?” McKay snapped.

Radek's eyes flashed up to his in panic. Did he know?

“What the hell was that?” McKay frowned. “I thought you said it was perfect.” He pointed at the letters. “Can you really not read them?”

“Ummm.” Radek looked back and sighed at his inaccuracy.

Radek tensed as McKay strode toward him. "Is this thing broken again?" Radek sucked in a breath at the feel of the other man’s shoulder brushing his. McKay pulled the device off his face, turning his world blurry once more. Radek tensed as his space was invaded, "Is a lens out of place?" he could feel the man's breath puffing near his face, could feel the weight of his body next to him. "Or are you just dumb-um-oh-.“ Radek stared helplessly at McKay, his face burning.

Radek shivered as a large hand pressed gently against his heated cheek, “Dr. McKay?” Radek breathed out shakily, his eyes locking onto McKay’s mouth.

“You’re into me?” Disbelief colored McKay’s voice.

Radek's eyes shot to his, “Uh-”

A chuckle rumbled out of McKay. “And I’m distracting you this much, huh?” His tone turned smug, his thumb rubbing enticingly on Radek’s cheek.

Radek's heart beat frantically.  “I don’t know what you are speaking of."

McKay’s head tilted. “You're a terrible liar,” he said in amusement before pressing those lips against his.

McKay'd lips were slightly chapped, a rough hand running up his spine. Radek's brain short-circuited as McKay’s fingers gentled, trailing into the curling hairs at the back of his neck. The man pulled him closer, his tongue brushing Radek’s bottom lip. McKay groaned as Radek opened them, their tongues twisting and curling together. Radek gasped as McKay slid one arm behind him. Radek's hands gripped McKay's shoulders as he was pulled tightly against him. The other man tilted Radek's head back further, his body surrounding him before he plundered his mouth. Kurva. Their scruff scraped together, the two of them pulling each other tighter. Radek moaned as their hardened cocks brushed against each other.

McKay's fingers tightened in Radek’s hair, ripping their mouths apart, “Fuck,” McKay gasped, the two of them sucking in lungfuls of air. Radek whined in disappointment, trying to pull the man back, his fingers digging harder into McKay’s shoulders. McKay grunted at the pressure but remained firm. “Not here, not here,” he panted. He pushed him back into the chair. “Let’s,” he said, “Let’s just finish your eye exam.”

Radek nodded, trying to regain his mental faculties. “Yes. Of course.”

McKay put the device back over his face, sitting out of Radek’s vision as they continued the exam. Kurva. He couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of McKay’s tongue sliding against his, those thick fingers gripping the back of his neck, the solidity of his shoulders beneath his hands. He shuddered and tried to adjust himself inconspicuously.

The rest of the exam was a blur, Radek was almost surprised when McKay removed the device. He slipped his glasses back on. He looked over at McKay and swallowed thickly, pushing his anxiety away before reaching into his pocket.

“Alright Zaloonka, we're done here.” McKay looked over his chart, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips.

Radek rolled his eyes. He was such a sucker for a cocky bastard. He pulled his business card out, holding it toward McKay. “Radek,” he said.

His doctor shifted closer, taking the proffered card quickly. “Rodney.” His cheeks flushed, "I just want to say before you leave, that I don’t normally do that, just so you know.” The man looked away, his fingers rubbing together at his side. “As a rule, I never get involved with patients, actually. It’s just wrong.” His mouth fluttered as his eyes snapped back Radek's, his hand raised toward him. “Na- not that what we did was wrong,” the man blinked rapidly, “In fact, it was very not wrong, the complete opposite of wrong.” his ears started turning red. “It was very very right.”

Radek tried not to smile at the man. Hmm, maybe not as cocky as he thought.

Rodney rocked his body. “I mean," he rolled his hand, "It was wrong from a professional standpoint, but I still want to do it again.” He cleared his throat and snapped his fingers. “In fact, you need to request a different doctor.”

Radek’s chest tightened at how adorable the man was while rambling. Kurva. He needed to leave before he kissed him again. He took a breath to calm down. Radek nodded and stood, moving toward the door. “Sounds like good call." He raised his brows, "As my current doctor’s bedside manner leaves much to be desired.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” Rodney’s bright blue eyes gleamed as he flicked Radek’s card and puffed his chest out. “I’ll show you my proper bedside manner,” he raised his brows, “if you want.” He wet his lips. “Zemlemka.”

Radek tilted his head, a smile flitting over his face. Rodney seemed confident but Radek could see the nervousness behind his eyes. He raised his brows, “Call me and find out.” He paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder.

“Dr. Ass.”

#fic prompt #fanfic #AU - Sexy Optometrist #Unethical Medical Practice #Optometrist #Optometry #Glasses #kissing #sga #stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #radek zelenka #twotalesff #twotalesgifs #dailyau #au #prompts

[curator-on-ao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike Characters: Christopher Pike, Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Caught in the Rain, canon-consistent as of the end of season one, Starfleet Academy, the Antares, and a leap into an as-of-this-writing season two future Summary: Prompt from dailyau on Tumblr: “I got caught in the rain without an umbrella and an attractive stranger is sharing theirs with me AU.”

Note: Thank you, @dailyau​ for a great prompt! 

#fanfic #star trek strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds fanfic #christopher pike #una chin-riley #una chin-riley x christopher pike #pikeuna #pikeuna fanfic #dailyau prompt #thank you dailyau! #no mice were harmed in the writing of this fic #just a happy captain and first officer

[alloftheimaginesblog]

webcam {peter parker}

inspired by a post by @dailyau

We're the only two with our cameras on on this Zoom call and you are so pretty AU

character: peter parker x female reader

For college, you had enrolled in an extra advanced bioscience course, it helped to get your grade up and it was only two hours a week. It was a Saturday morning so it took up a small part of your weekend but it covered 10% of your overall grade so you were happy to do so. It was a lot of just listening to the tutor explain things and the PowerPoints were always sent to you afterwards so all you had to do was show face and you could catch up on the reading at a later date.

You were sitting at your desk trying your best to look interested as the tutor droned on and on. You noticed that you and one other person had your cameras on, aside from the lecturer. His name was Peter, you read off his screen. He looked to be around your age and looked as interested in the course as you did. He was tapping his pencil against his lip as his other hang ran through his hair. He was quite handsome, you thought before shaking yourself out of thoughts about boys and tried once more to concentrate...

It wasn't long before your eyes wandered back to the mysterious Peter.

Peter Parker sat with his eyes glued to the screen trying to look interested but all he could focus on was you. You weren't doing the same course and he'd not seen you around campus so he could only assume you went to a different college too. You were... gorgeous. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the grainy image of you with your hair in a messy bun and the way your nose scrunched in concentration.

He cleared his throat, rubbing a tired hand over his face as he tried to stop staring at you. He grabbed his latest spider trinket and began to fiddle with it but it didn't take long before his eyes found their way back to you. You were sipping some coffee was it? Tea? He wondered if you liked coffee, what kind of coffee was your favourite? A latte? Black? Maybe he could take you out for coffee.

Feeling a little brave, Peter moved his mouse so that the cursor hovered over your video. "(y/n)..." He murmured softly, "pretty." His eyes darted to the mute button just making sure he was definitely muted before he right clicked on your video. A list of options appeared and Peter selected Send Message.

For about ten minutes, he typed, deleted and retyped a message over and over again. Peter never did anything like this, he wasn't usually so brave or so bold but maybe it was the coffee he'd downed at 8am but he was sending you something, he just wasn't sure what. Eventually he settled for something and with a deep breath he hit Send.

Peter Parker: @(yourname) hi so this is random and hopefully not weird but it's just me and you with webcams on and i just want to tell you that you are so unbelievably pretty. I'm Peter. Peter Parker by the way.

He waited with baited breath and could see the moment you read the message as a wide smile crept onto your face and your hand pressed against your face bashfully. He grinned.

"Mr Parker," the lecturer's voice sounded, breaking his happiness, "I appreciate that you this Miss (Y/L/N) is unbelievably pretty but please send her these messages using the private function. Right click and select Send Private Message... And do it out with my lesson. Thank you."

Peter's face fell and his cheeks immediately turned bright red, "Oh, fuck!" He hissed as he scrambled up to sit up straighter in his seat. Quickly he hit the unmute button, "I am so, so sorry!" He panicked, "I-I'm sorry!"

The lecturer rolled their eyes but the hint of a smile was on his face as he continued.

Messages pinged in which made Peter hide his head in his hands.

Helen L.: lmao cringe parker

John P: he's right, she's pretty

Sheryl M: i'd die if that happened to me smh

Jadyn A: yo pete sorry that happened my guy

Peter spared a glance at the screen to see that you were fanning at your face, you must've been rather embarrassed by that all too. Peter debated whether or not to send you an apology message, he hadn't meant to put you in the centre of attention like that but a minute later, a message dinged from you.

(y/n): This is how you send private messages, dummy.

Peter: im so fucking embarrassed im so sorry

(y/n): Don't be, most exciting thing to happen today. A cute boy calls me pretty? As Charlie Sheen once said... winning.

Peter laughed.

Peter: I meant it. You are seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

(y/n): thank you peter parker. what college are you at

Peter: ESU, you?

(y/n): NYU. You near Brooklyn?

Peter: Queens so yeah decently close, why?

(y/n): well you can't embarrass me like that in front of the whole class and not take me for lunch or coffee or something right? ;)

Peter: seriously? i'd love to! when suits cause i would love to take you out if youre serious

(y/n): here's my number, text me and we can figure it out

Peter: Amazing! I'll text you as soon as this lesson wraps up

He was smiling like an idiot but he noticed that you were too. The last twenty minutes of the lecture dragged in, his foot tapped impatiently on the floor, he was itching to text you, itching to get to know the pretty girl behind the camera. And as soon as the lecturer said goodbye, Peter left the zoom call and grabbed his phone to text you. He hadn't felt this good about something - someone - in a long time so why would he wait? Why not dive in head first?

#one shot #os #imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #reader insert #peter parker imagine #peter parker #marvel #spider-man #spiderman imagine #spider-man imagine #mcu #prompt

[whenlostinthedarkness]

Clarity

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Warning: Alcohol intake

Summary: You get to know Ellie a bit more when the both of you are paired up on a patrol route. When Ellie asks you to hang out..you don’t expect what happens next. Sorta angsty, but lots of fluff too

AN: Got this AU from @dailyau and had to run with it; “I thought you asked me on a date but turns out it’s a group hang”.

Word Count: 3.4k

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Present Day

The sun had just begun to set on Jackson as your feet moved against the paved road.

All the nerves you’d been feeling for the past two days were continuing to feel like static through your hands and legs, but you couldn’t deny the equal amount of anxiety and excitement you had for tonight.

Ellie had asked you out.

Ellie-fucking-Williams asked you out.

---

Past

You ended up having to cover for someone on patrol last minute. Thus, you ending up on a patrol route with Ellie. When the both of you weren’t shanking clickers in the head or searching through a building to ensure it was clear, the conversation was constant and flowing naturally. And even though it had only been a one day thing, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies for the auburn haired girl anytime she looked at you that day.

Ellie was someone you would consider an acquaintance. You knew of her, and let's be honest, who didn’t know who she was in Jackson, but the most you’d gotten to actually know her prior to this was quick ‘hello’s’ and friendly smilies while walking by one another.

That night, when you had both checked back into Jackson, post-route, Ellie ended up walking home with you-Insisting that you didn’t live far from her anyways and she was enjoying your company.

Watching her speak was truly a masterpiece. Her facial expressions when she was telling a story, the way her full lips moved as she spoke, her body language as she used her hands and arms to speak along with her. Masterpiece.

God, and her smile. Such a simple thing to do, yet she made it look ten times as beautiful compared to all the smiling faces you’d ever seen. The way her eyes would reflect against the street lights as her nose scrunched up, making her freckles that much more pronounced and complementing to her facial features.

As you reached the front door of your home that night, you found yourself not wanting the conversation to end; Ellie felt the same as well.

“So uh-h. Would you uh..maybe want to hang out sometime?”, Ellie asked cautiously as her eyes diverted away from you and one of her hands came up to scratch at the side of her neck in a fidgeting action.

Suddenly, the butterflies in your stomach were lurching from within, past your lungs and up into your throat until they were fluttering around you, making your face glow with a nervous smile that you were trying so very hard to not make stretch across the entire width of your cheeks.

“I’d love to Ellie.”

--

Present Day 

Two days had passed since that day with Ellie. Two days of thinking and wondering and rehearsing what you would say, how you would say it ; what you would wear and how you would wear it. 

Your mind had been busy, that was for sure.

Ellie was also finding herself daydreaming about what the night would look like...which included pestering her friends about you every conversation.

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Past: Ellie POV

“D, you don’t understand.”

Dina rolled her eyes as Ellie and her walked side by side, “I get it Ellie! She’s hot and you like her.”

Ellie felt you like a racing horse in her veins. Her thoughts being utterly and completely consumed by your last interaction. 

“Fuck, how could one day with this girl entirely alter my brain?”, Ellie thought.

“Sorry, I know I keep going on and on and on about this chick-”

“Mhmm”, Dina hummed, looking at Jesse on her other side with a smile.

“-but I just really want to make a good impression on her so you have to be good.”

“When are we ever not good Ellie?, Jesse mused as he peaked in front of Dina to glance over at Ellie with a mischievous smile.

“I’m serious guys! I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

Dina shook her head as her and Jesse exchanged matching laughs, “Chill Ellie, we’ll be good!”

Ellie seemed satisfied with Dina’s answer as she turned to look straight ahead and continue walking down the road.

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Present Day

You could see it in the near distance. The large wooden building adorned with its very own etched sign that twinkled against the fairy lights that swayed on the edges of the awnings. It truly acted like a lighthouse among the darkness of Jackson in the evening hours. 

The bottoms of your only non-ripped or stained combat boots kept your body moving as the lights became brighter the closer they got, until your hand was resting on the cold metal door knob of the Tipsy Bison.

Your body seemed to pause as all of the thoughts and feelings and nerves caught up to you all at once. 

What if you both didn’t vibe this time for some reason?

What if it was awkward?

What if we didn’t have anything to talk about?

What if I hyped this up too much?

“’cuse me,” a deep voice spoke behind you, making your body physically jolt.

The man towered over you with a kindness in his eye and smile on his lips. “You heading in?”

You nodded, embarrassed by your body freezing and disregarding the life around you for a moment, simply because you were nervous over some girl that you met two days ago.

“Get your shit together,” you internally yelled at yourself.

“Allow me then.”

You moved your eyes from your hand back to the stranger before you took the hint and dropped your hand from the doorknob as the man reached out his hand to pull open the door; an immediate sound of various conversations and clinking glasses overtaking the once bare quiet you had experienced walking over here.

You were left alone now as the man went his own way. Immediately, your eyes began scanning the crowd in search of a place where you belonged among all of these people. It was rush hour, as you liked to call it. A time just after dinner, when most people’s job duties of the day were over and allowed time for rest and unwinding. The majority of Jackson was in attendance it seemed as your eyes squinted, trying to differentiate between all of the bodies, until your eyes met Ellie’s green ones.

Your smile widened as the both of you made eye contact and Ellie’s hand raised up in the air to wave you over. You couldn’t move your feet faster as you bobbed and weaved through the crowd of primarily tipsy attendees.

But finally, you made it.

“Hey you”, Ellie smiled, raising her chin up in the air to greet you just before she lifted her honey colored glass to her lips, her eyes still holding themselves on you.

“Hey yourself”, you greeted with a smile as you relaxed your elbow on the edge of the bar with your body turned towards Ellie.

Ellie wore a faded grey plaid shirt that was relaxed in fit, yet didn’t shy away from her lean figure that hid underneath the fabric. The sleeves were rolled up just below her elbows, perfectly showing off the fern that adorned her fore arm as well as the slight tan that had settled in below it.

Her hair was pulled back this time, allowing full access to her facial features, unlike her messy half up style she was sporting the day you first interacted with her on patrol.

Not that you were complaining.

As you were busying your eyes by taking in Ellie, she too was mimicking your behavior; Taking in your hair, your clothes...how your body looked in the clothes. Her pupils were growing by the second as she devoured you more and more with her gaze.

Of course, neither of you noticed the other fawning after the other. Conveniently, you both were grabbing eyefuls at the exact same time, keeping the nerves warming within your stomach a secret to the other person.

“Ow,” Ellie yelped, feeling a nudge at the back of her shoulder, almost forgetting the two friends that were accompanying her tonight. 

This broke both of your trances as you looked towards Ellie with a concerned look on your face.

“Oh yeah..these are my friends Dina & Jesse.” Ellie gestured to both of them as they smiled at you, quietly analyzing the girl Ellie had hyped up to them for nearly 48 straight hours.

But what Ellie didn’t know was the way your heart instantly began to sink; a literal drop in the middle of your torso as you began to put together the pieces of the puzzle.

You weren't the only one invited to this night out at the Tipsy Bison. This wasn’t a fucking date at all, this was...just a casual night out with her friends. Ellie wanted to be your friend. Just your friend.

How could you have been so stupid?,” You thought to yourself as your lips pulled down into a frown that quickly changed into a faux smile as your manners kicked in and you looked at the two strangers stood at Ellie’s side.

“Hi”, you said timidly, with a shake of hand to each of them as you attempted your very best at ensuring nothing was wrong.

Nope. Everything was fine. You totally weren’t feeling like a complete and utter fool who had envisioned a date night perfectly crafted by a human who was perfectly sculpted in your eyes.

Though you were trying your absolute best to completely mask your true feelings to the outside world, Ellie, of course, noticed. Her eyes had been trained on your mouth after all, so when it faltered, turning from a grin that cascaded downwards into an unhappy expression, she quickly looked to your eyes to tell her the truth. But even your eyes knew how to cover up your feelings or at least leave them to be hidden behind a dark veil.

Ellie disrupted the silence with a brief introduction of her friends. Sensing the thick tension in the room, that she wasn’t sure was a figment of her imagination or the truth, but either way, this was her one shot at getting you on a good note with her closest friends and she wanted to make it as smooth as possible.

Dina and Jesse went back and forth about their lives in Jackson, all of you finding a common ground seeing as you were in the same age group, same town, and same fucked up apocalyptic world.

However, the entire time you felt your mind was blurring every word; Never fully paying attention because it wasn’t allowing you to hold concentration on small talk when you felt a massive amount of grief for the scenario you thought would happen tonight.

Ellie could tell things were off, despite your best efforts. She didn’t know how or why, but you were different somehow.

She would mentally scoff at herself for thinking such a thing when you were a new human to her mind, but then your lips would fall almost immediately after a, what appeared to be, dead smile grace your mouth. Or your eyes weren’t holding any sort of real emotion to them, almost as if you were going through a robotic set of motions that was covering the bare minimum when it came to social standards.

And that’s exactly what you were doing.

Now, it wasn’t that you were upset with having to share Ellie’s attention, it was more so the fact that you had dreamed too much about this evening and how it would go. You were mourning a night that you thought would go entirely different than it was currently.

If Ellie had just mentioned to you that her friends would also be there, it wouldn’t have made you feel this god awful. Sure, you would’ve felt a little disappointed, but at least you could’ve dreamed up thoughts that could’ve actually happened in this exact scenario. Instead, it felt like you were dreaming up a fairytale evening that had a surprise curve right smack dab in the middle of it.

At least you were able to admire Ellie in her lightly intoxicated state as all four of you emptied your third..maybe fourth drink of the night. Dina was nuzzled into her, what you assumed to be, partner, Jesse, as she rested her head on his shoulder, her back leaning onto his chest as his hand naturally rested on the side of her body.

“I think I’m going to head out,” Dina spoke drowsily as she let out a loud yawn, one that had Ellie laughing as she patted her friend on the back.

“Yeah me too..I think they close soon anyways.” As the last word gently slurred off of Ellie’s tongue, her eyes drifted from her friends to yours.

“Can I walk you home?”

All of a sudden you felt shy about having one on one time with the girl you were currently fond of, but you still nodded in agreement. “I’d like that.”

Even if you weren’t entirely sure if you did want that.

The four of you headed out the door once your tabs were paid. A harsh breeze was in the air, one that must’ve came in while you all were indoors. 

Dina & Jesse quickly said their goodbyes as they both clutched their jacket’s closer to their bodies to keep in as much of their body heat as possible.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” Ellie mimicked her friends movements as she squeezed her body together as much as she could while her hands stuffed far down into the deep pockets of her jacket.

“Do you want my extra set of gloves”, you offered, noticing Ellie’s teeth beginning to chatter from the cold.

Immediately, Ellie closed her mouth, clenching her teeth together as hard as she could to disguise her discomfort, even though her skin felt like it was being pricked by a thousand little needles with each gust of the wind. 

No, Ellie was strong. Ellie didn’t need any help - at least that’s what she liked to tell herself. Appearing weak to you would make Ellie not strong in your view point, again, at least thats what she like to tell herself.

“’M fine.’

You laughed, reaching for the extra set of gloves in your pocket despite and grasping them in your already clothed hand, “Ya sure? You look kinda cold.”

“N-n-no, I’ve got it, thanks.” Ellie chattered as her thoughts scolded her body to just act fucking normal.

“Ellie, please.” Ellie looked up at you as you spoke, “just take them.”

Your tone was small yet stern, something Ellie didn’t mind from you as she nodded and took the extended gloves from your hand.

You watched as she unveiled her bare hands, the skin on them a burning red color that could barely grasp the material to begin with.

This made you chuckle in a quiet manner, yet still didn’t go unnoticed as Ellie slid the material over the palm of her hands.

“Something funny?”

You shook your head as you continued to watch the stubborn auburn haired girl struggle to get a simple winter essential onto her hand. “You always this stubborn?”

Ellie quirked up, noting the drastic difference in how you were acting inside the bar and now that you both were alone. Much more relaxed, silly, and not afraid to speak her mind. 

“Someones feeling better I see.” Ellie’s words dripped with a teasing nature, yet it made you feel so deeply self conscious that she was able to tell that you were not feeling like yourself.

You didn’t say anything despite Ethels prying eyes attempting to get a word out of you. Instead, the both of you simply started walking, and quickly, to your home that was just down the road.

“Did you have a good time tonight?”

Ellies voice was almost screeched as she attempted to talk over the wind and snow swirling around in the air. 

“What?!”, you yelled, getting a laugh out of Ellie as she smiled at you with thin eyes.

Suddenly, Ellie took ahold of your hand and nodded in the direction of the next building directly to the left of the walking path.

You didn’t question it, just allowed her to lead you to the front door of this mysterious location, until Ellie was twisting the key in the lock and dragging your body inside along with hers.

Ellie let your hand go so she could close and lock the door behind you before she started sifting the leather jacket off of her shoulders.

“Where are we?”, you spoke, your mouth agape with awe as you stared around at the unknown surroundings.

“My place.”

You were confused as you watched Ellie begin to shed off all of her winter gear near her front door.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Ellie questioned as she untied the laces on her boots and slid them off of her feet.

“Why am I at your place? I thought you were taking me home?”

Ellie glanced up at you, looking doe eyed. “I mean..I can if you want. I just wanted to talk to you and it’s hard with this weather.”

You didn’t nod, merely continued standing in your place with all of your winter clothing still on and your mouth slightly open. You hadn't truly moved since you’d gotten in the door and you weren’t sure if it was because you were cold, nervous, or...more nervous.

“Is this okay?”, Ellie questioned as she felt concern, regretting that she didn’t somehow scream louder above the wind in order to get consent from you about coming to her place.

“I’ll just take you home, I’m so-”

You panicked, watching Ellie anxiously and quickly begin to put her boots back on.

“No, it’s fine!”

This made Ellie pause and straighten her back out so she was back to standing tall.

“I just wasn’t expecting it is all, but this is fine.”

Ellie slightly smiled as she, once again, removed her untied shoe from her foot. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you slightly smiled, and this time it felt genuine.

With her back turned to you, Ellie smiled, having the urge to lift her fist in the air and shake it with enthusiasm, but she fought it off as she walked towards the chair at her desk.

“Help yourself to the couch.” Ellie nodded in the direction of the drearily colored piece of furniture as she watched you discard your gloves, coat, and boots.

Per Ellie’s suggestion, you made yourself at home on the couch, plopping down  with both of your knees bent and your sock clad feet comfortably resting on the same side of your body, creating a lounge position.

“So..”

“So,” Ellie chuckled in a mimicking, yet playful way.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “So you bring me here and have nothing to say?”

“I didn’t say that.” Ellie shrugged, making you silently laugh.

“What do you want to talk about.”

Ellie shrugged again; you made a note of how she did that a lot.

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay is all,” she said with eyes settled on the floor and fingers picking at the cuticles on her hand.

You swallowed a lump of a saliva that was daring to get caught in your throat before you answered, “I’m fine”.

Ellie scoffed as she brought her eyes back up to you. “I don’t believe you.”

You found yourself following Ellie’s actions as you too shrugged and went  several seconds without saying a uttering a word to fill in the silence.

“I know..” Ellie started, but seemed to quickly retract her statement, hoping that you either didn't hear her or ignored her attempt at questioning you further.

“You know what?”

“Damn it”, Ellie thought.

Ellie took a deep breath as she began. “It just-you just seemed sort of off tonight. Wanted to make sure you were good and that if I did anything to make you feel uncomfortable I'm sorry or i-if Dina or Jesse did any-”

You smiled, watching Ellie full on word vomit, until you interrupted her.

“Ellie.”

She suddenly went quiet, eyes going wide in realization. “Sorry..I just want to make sure you're okay.”

Your lips pursed together as you wagered in your mind how to say what you were feeling or IF you should say exactly how you felt.

“Was it the bar? We can totally go somewhere else next time like tha-”

You started chuckling again; this time, Ellie got the hint and didn’t finish her sentence. Instead, her eyes watched you in observation.

“It wasn’t the bar and your friends didn’t do anything, I promise.”

Ellie felt a moment of relief for a second, until she realized you had never mentioned her. “Was it something I did?”

You began digging your top row of teeth into your bottom lip, still debating on what you wanted to say.

However, Ellie took the silence as your confirmation, “So it was something I did.”

“I mean,” you began, “Sort of.. but probably not in the way that you think.”

Ellie squinted her eyes as she hunched over, resting her elbows on the tops of her knees with her hands clasped together. “Tell me then.”

Her voice was almost pleading, something that made a tinge of guilt hit you. 

“I just thought that tonight...,” you paused in hesitation, but looked up at Ellie’s concentrated face, which instantly made you continue.

She didn’t deserve your lack of communication. She deserved the truth, especially when it was something she probably wasn’t even aware of.

“I thought that tonight was just going to be a me and you thing, but when I saw that your friends were there..”, your voice trailed off and immediately Ellie understood as she moved her face upwards, looking towards her paint chipped ceiling.

“You thought it was just going to be us”

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah, I thought it would just be the two of us.”

Ellie felt like an asshole as she retraced yours and hers initial conversation when she had invited you out tonight. Not once did she say that her friends would be coming along; which made perfect sense that you had thought that it would just be the two of you hanging out.

“Damn it,” Ellie huffed at herself in frustration. “I’m so sorry,” she spoke in a stressed tone as her hands combed through her pinned back hair. “I totally get why you thought that it would just be me and you.”

You shook your head, “No it’s my fault too, I shouldn't have assumed it was a date.”

Ellies head suddenly quipped up at the mention, “A date?”

“Oh no,” you thought. But Ellie’s eyes were stuck on yours; you knew you couldn’t avoid conversation anymore than you already had.

“Yeah..a date.”

You watched as Ellie’s mouth turned up into an amused grin.

“So you came out tonight thinking that it would just be the two of us...and we were going on a date,” Ellie stated.

With a nod, you answered quietly. “Yeah.”

Suddenly, Ellie was standing up from her chair and walking over to you.

“Can I tell you something.” Ellie was now towering over your seated form, looking directly down at you as you nodded silently.

She sighed for a moment before continuing, “I wanted you to come hang out with me and my friends tonight so I could get the approval from them.”

“Approval?”, you thought with a crease digging deep in the middle of your forehead.

“What do you mean?”, you questioned, watching as Ellie pursed her mouth together, almost looking nervous to continue, but, just like you, she knew she couldn’t avoid this conversation any longer.

“I wanted to make sure they liked you before I properly asked you out.”

Ellie’s words came tumbling out at a faster speed than her usual speech pattern, so fast that you had to take a moment to properly take in exactly what she said.

“Wait, so you were going to ask me out?”

Ellie nodded as she watched your body stand up from it’s seated position- the both of you now standing directly in front of the other

“My friends are my family... and I wanted to make sure they got good vibes from  you before all the dating stuff.”

The small smile on your face only showed a fraction of the massive grin that you were fending off from consuming the entirety of your lips as your stomach did flips and your mind began being pumped with chemicals that were making you feel almost euphoric.

“Well?” Your tone was questioning, which made Ellie feel confused.

“Well what?”

“Did they like me?”

Ellies eyes gained a sparkle to them as she looked away from you briefly, trying to contain the smile that was now daring to spread along her mouth. 

“Yeah,” Ellie nodded, “Yeah, they really liked you.”

Your senses were flooded with the various emotions you were feeling in this very moment; relief, pride, joy, anticipation - it was as if you were able to finally breathe after going the entire night having to mask your disappointment that had now turned into every single synonym of the word ‘joy’. 

“Well..I'm free Sunday,” you said, the confidence Ellie enjoyed now pouring back out of you.

“I could come by your place after my route?”, Ellie suggested, a confident look on her face as she dared to move in even closer to you.

You nodded, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of Ellie’s flannel, before you realized how close the both of you were; not to mention you were touching her as if you both had known each other for longer than 2 days.

“So, it’s a date?”

Ellie nodded, looking straight at you. “A date,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone, ”and just the two of us, I promise.” ,she emphasized.

You chuckled, briefly peering down at your hands out of happiness and nerves all rolled into one; the energy between you both could be compared to teenagers experiencing puppy love for the first time. And whose to say you both weren’t.

“Thanks for the clarification Ellie,” you slightly taunted, but Ellie knew it was justified as she moved her tongue so it could be seen poking through the skin of her cheek.

“I’ll try to be better at that in the future,” Ellie responded with a boyish grin.

___

A/N: May do a part 2 if there is enough interest 👀

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Don’t Hold Your Breath

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I hate to post this this late, but I had a weekend from hell and this was the only time I could find to finish this fic and post it. I started writing it a while ago, after being overly excited with this prompt by @dailyau and @yellowmagicalgirl

Warnings: none I think? It’s a little Sleeping Beauty-ish

Words: 1,8k

“I can’t say I wasn’t expecting your visit, Rowan.” Maeve drawled, holding the teapot herself to pour them the infusion. “Still, it’s been so long since I last had an old friend over.”

Rowan held his vessel, using his ice magic to cool his tea. Every movement he made was carefully nonchalant. If Maeve sensed a single rise in his pulse, she’d use that against him somehow.

His family was about to start a war against her, after all.

“Our friendship hasn’t been the same since you tried to kill me.” He gave her a sneering grin. “Was Remelle your last attempt? Or did I miss something?”

Maeve’s mask slipped for a second, allowing him to see her glare and the cold fury it held.

Remelle, Maeve’s spy. She barged into Rowan’s room ready to kill him, but now her weapons must be somewhere by the foot of his bed. He was more than ready to get rid of her, but not while she still had information his family could use.

“Straight to the point, eh?” Maeve’s tone was disdainful, her condescending mask slipping back on. “I know you have a message from your clan, just as you know I’ll have to kill you.”

“Will you?”

It took nothing more than a second thought to break the stained glass adorning Maeve’s walls. The wind burst into the stone castle, Rowan’s magic tearing her throne room apart with wind alone, ripping luxurious tapestries with sharp edges of broken glass, making her lackeys in animal form so scared they ran away, leaving their Queen alone.

It all happened in a matter of seconds, while he sipped his tea. It was too sweet, unfortunately. Rowan looked up, observing with no small amount of pride that while he had obliterated Maeve’s throne room, the two of them didn’t have a single hair out of place.

He sipped some more to hide his smug smirk. The amount of power you have is directly proportional to the difficulty you’ll have controlling it. Rowan hadn’t shown off his skills like this in a few decades, but it looked like he was still sharp.

“You know I’ve demolished castles stronger than yours alone.” Rowan’s tone was relaxed, and he leaned back on his armchair. Everything about him portrayed the words he didn’t say: you know you can’t kill me.

Maeve plastered on a strained smile, her jaw clenched. “Cocky, aren’t you?”

“Just realistic.”

“And I’m assuming I can’t convince you to work with me.”

“I have no need for more money or titles. I’m not turning my back on my family.”

“What about your mate?”

Rowan stiffened, his pulse picked up. He heard it right, Maeve’s knowing smirk wouldn’t be so big otherwise. But she was toying with him, she had to.

He was a prince. He had more money than he could count. He loved his duty as a general. Rowan never, ever thought he’d be so lucky to have a fated mate. There was a limit to what people could be born with, right?

Rowan’s erratic heartbeat and quickened breaths were too loud to hide from Maeve’s Fae ears, and he could barely register her watching him with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“You’re lying.”

“This discovery was an accident. I was looking for her, but the only thing I saw was you.” Maeve drew lazy circles with her finger on the armrest, her smirk predatory. “Let’s say I have unfinished business with her bloodline, but I’m too busy to deal with that now, with your family nagging me all day long.”

“Stay away from her,” Rowan warned, but his voice had a shaky tone that was rare to come out of his lips.

He had a mate, and Maeve was the only way to get to her. Somehow she was wanted by the most vile person Rowan knew, and he had no way to warn or protect—

“We could make a bargain, of course.” Maeve took a sip of her tea. “You could stay out of my way during this war, and we’ll deal with your mate after.”

Abandon his family, and in return receive the greatest happiness ever known to some rare chosen Fae, the ones blessed enough to have a mate. Rowan got up and took a step back, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

Maeve’s smile grew. She knew she had him.

“Do you, Prince Rowan Whitethorn of Doranelle, accept to be kept away until your lips touch your mate’s?”

He blinked, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Did Rowan have any guarantee he’d kiss his mate while being kept away? Mate. What did being kept away entail?

Mate. Rowan had a mate.

But Maeve wanted to kill him, and there would be no mate if he died from blindly agreeing to a bargain.

“That’s some sketchy wording, Maeve.”

She smirked, her darkness surrounding him. “Take it or leave it, Whitethorn.”

He’d have to be kept away, and would only be free when his mate kissed him. Rowan was sure this meantime wouldn’t be comfortable, the same way he knew he wouldn’t know peace until he found his mate, now that he knew he had one.

“I’ll do it.”

And that’s when Maeve’s darkness engulfed him.

~~

“Do I look like a sexy version of Queen Maeve?” Lysandra checked her reflection on her phone and twirled around the renaissance fair’s First Aid Station Aelin was working at.

Using shape-shifting abilities to do cosplays should be considered cheating, but Lysandra’s magic was so rare they didn’t have rules for that.

“I don’t think The Ancient Queen’s dresses had that kind of cleavage, Lys.”

She booed. “The judges will love it.”

“I’m sure they will.” Aelin rolled her eyes. “Just take off the fangs and pointy ears.”

“Oh, come on!”

Aelin sighed. Sometimes Lys got so excited with her shapeshifting abilities, she forgot that races aren’t costumes.

“I’m going to expose you on Twitter if you don’t take it off.”

“Fine.” Lys shape-shifted into the exact same form she had before, but without Fae traces. “Do I look good as a human Faerie Queen now?”

“You look amazing. Now go away.”

“Ouch!”

Aelin gave her friend a pointed look. She was on call as the renaissance fair’s nurse, ready to assist the visitors. And instead of enjoying the event, Lys had been at the same dull place, chatting with Aelin for hours.

The stone castle was open for visitors for the first time after being unused for 400 years, the fair being in its gardens while people took guided tours inside. Aelin thought it was cool at first, but now she felt an unusual tug in her chest every time she came to work.

All she knew was that Prince Rowan Whitethorn’s disappearance was the last straw to start the war that killed Queen Maeve, 400 years ago.

The Royal Family made sure Prince Rowan was remembered, but Aelin always wondered why they kept Maeve’s castle closed for so long. Until she felt that strange tug in her gut.

Aelin!

The shout came as a warning before Ress, from the security team, barged into the First Aid Station.

“There’s an unconscious body inside the castle.”

Aelin jumped from her seat, grabbed her medical bag and hopped on the golf cart waiting for her. It wasn’t as fast as an ambulance, but the faster a four-wheeled vehicle could go inside an event like this.

“Did you call an ambulance?”

As qualified as Aelin was, there was only so much she could do outside of a hospital.

“A visitor did,” Ress replied, “but you can get there faster.”

After a small ride and two long sets of stairs, Aelin didn’t find a patient, but the crowd that gathered around one. Ress pushed them aside to let her inside the room, and she thanked Mala the security team had kept the visitors away from the patient.

Tending for an unconscious person with a crowd was chaotic, to say the least.

Aelin ran the patient’s way, kneeling by his side. He must be a cosplayer, given the clothes.

Lysandra gasped near her. “You need to save him. He’s too hot to die!”

Aelin stiffened. “What are you doing here?” she snapped while checking the male’s pulse. Or lack thereof.

Ress raised both hands in surrender. “She was with you for so long, I thought she was a patient under observation!”

Aelin rolled her eyes and started the compressions, the heel of her palm against his sternum in the rhythm of the song inside her head. He. Got. My. Heart. Beat. Skipping. Down. 16th. Avenue.

“Which Whitethorn do you think he’s cosplaying?” Ress asked Lysandra in the background.

“I don’t know,” her friend replied, “they all look the same to me.”

After thirty seconds of CPR, she pinched the male’s nostrils closed, sealing his open lips with hers to give him a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

When she placed her hands to restart the chest compressions, she felt his rib cage expanding.

Unconscious Hottie was breathing. Aelin’s shoulders dropped in relief.

In a matter of seconds, his breathing was normal. Way too strong, considering his previous state. His eyes blinked way too fast.

A recovery this quick could only mean his blackout was caused by magic.

Aelin left the CPR position and sat by his side, just helping him be more comfortable while the male came back. If he still needed medical assistance, only a magical healer could help him now.

“My mate,” he breathed.

The Fae slowly sat up with Aelin’s support, but he didn’t seem to mind his own fragile state. His eyes were blown wide, aimed at her, his breath ragged.

"How long hath I waited for thee, my soul’s mate?" the silver-haired Fae asked with a desperate, longing gaze.

Aelin was kneeling by his side, her mouth hanging open. God, this cosplayer was good. But how did he get back to his role so fast? People can’t fake their heartbeat stopping, right?

“Hey, is everything alright?” She squeezed his shoulder. “What happened? Did someone poison you?”

The male didn’t answer her. Instead, despite his weak limbs after the incident, he kneeled before Aelin. He bowed his head and raised the sword strapped to him with both hands, the same way people were portrayed making vows in very old paintings.

“As a prince of grace and dignity, I, Rowan Whitethorn of Doranelle, doth pledge to thee my love, my sword, and my service, from this day forth. Even when this world is forgotten, a mere whisper of dust between the stars, I shall hold thee dear in my love."

Holy rutting Mala.

Aelin’s mouth fell open, a wave of coldness spreading from her core and numbing her thoughts. She was always ready for the unpredictable, but did he… did he just—

“Ae.” Lys cleared her throat. “Did this total stranger just propose to you?”

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[twistedboxy]

For Robyn as part of this year's mythical secret santa @mythicalsecretsanta . I present

Class Magic

From the blog @dailyau the AU was "We're teachers at the same school and our students are convinced we're pining for each other (we are) AU

Monday

"Hey Mr. M, sorry I'm late." A young voice said.

Rhett looked up from his desk to see his student holding an ice pack to their head. "Hi Tommy, no worries. What happened?"

A third voice spoke up. "Sorry, there was a bit of an incident during gym class. The nurse said he was okay but I wanted to make sure he made it okay."

"I'll make sure to keep an eye on him, Mr. Neal."

"Thanks."

Tuesday

"Hey, we're recess duty pals today." Rhett said.

"We are. It's pretty nice today before break. What are your holiday plans?" Link replied.

"I go to my parents house where I also see my brother and his family."

"That's nice. My parents aren't together anymore so I visit both their houses."

“Oh so you kinda get two Christmases in one.”

Link laughed, “I guess so, it's been like this for so long I never thought of it that way.”

“Incoming!” A childish voice screamed out. A ball came flying towards the two, it hit Link in the shoulder causing him to stumble into Rhett who caught him.

“You okay?” Rhett asked as he helped Link get his balance.

“Yea, I'm good. Surprised me, that's all.”

Wednesday

“Welcome class, I decided today was a free day since the book fair is here this week.”

“Yay!” Multiple cheers from all around.

“Mr. Neal, can we go to the book fair?” A student asked.

“Let me check, but I think we can manage that.” A few minutes later, he came back.

“Alright, we're all set. Who's coming along?”

At the book fair

“Mr. M, check out this book on dinosaurs!”

“That looks like a good one. Are you going to get it, Billy?”

“Yea!” Billy runs off.

“Hey Rhett, looks like your class is having fun.” Link quipped.

“Hey Link, I see you brought your class too.” Rhett said.

Link laughed, “Yea they pretty much begged me to come. I think some of them wanted to visit again.”

The two watched both their classes run around the fair and admire their purchases. Rhett leaned down to tie his shoe, Link noticed something stuck to this back.

“Rhett, there's something on your back, you want me to grab it?” Link asked.

“Sure, thanks.”

“Let's see what this is.” He unfolds the paper reading aloud “I'm stuck on you. From your secret admirer.”

“You have a secret admirer! What a clever way to sneak a note.” The two laughed.

Thursday

Rhett thought he picked a great sweater for Ugly Sweater day. It was a kitten popping out of a present shooting lasers out of its eyes.

“Nice sweater, Mr. M! Did you plan yours with Mr. Neal?” Someone questioned.

“No, why?” He said.

A girl spoke up “He's wearing the same sweater.”

“We have good taste then.”

Friday

Link's day didn't start out great. It was raining and he ended up stepping on gum. The day continued dully. During his lunch break, he decided to work on some grading. He flipped open his gradebook and a boot shaped card slipped out.

“Huh what's this?” The gradebook was put aside for the moment while he inspected the card. Inside the card it read,

“Just like gum on a shoe, I'm stuck on you. There's a matching card afoot, go and find it. From your secret admirer. P.S. Will you be my date for tonight?”

Link felt his heart skip a beat from the notion of someone liking him romantically. His lunch break was almost up and he had class soon but the note instantly made his day much better.

Meanwhile Rhett walked into his classroom to find a similar boot shaped card taped to the chalkboard. “Alright, who put this here?” He asked.

“Mr.M, it was already here when we came in.” One of his students replied.

Another spoke up, “Are you going to read it?”

“Not right now, after class. Let's get started.”

It was towards the end of the day when Rhett got to read his note. His note read “I like your boots. Can you find my partner? From your secret admirer. P.S. Will you be my date tonight?”

Rhett chuckled to himself, someone noticed his boots.

The school was pretty empty as he searched around for his card's partner. He rounded a corner not paying attention bumping into someone.

“Rhett?”

“Hm, oh Link sorry about that. My mind is elsewhere.” Rhett apologized.

“Same here, what's that in your hand?”

“I got this card earlier today. I'm supposed to find its partner.”

Link held out his hand with the matching card.

"I think we were set up." Rhett laughed.

“They're not wrong, I do like you a lot.”

“Same here. What do you say, would you like to be my date for tonight?”

“I'd love to. See you tonight. They're going to get a kick out of this.”

“See you tonight.” The two parted ways until later.

At the dance

“Do you think all the stuff that happened this week was coincidence or was it the grade's elaborate plan to get us together?” Link asked.

“We were definitely part of their plan.” Rhett replied.

“Like I said earlier, I do like you a lot. I'd definitely like to spend more time with you. So what do you say, would you like to go out again sometime again?"

"I'd love to."

Various students nearby started cheering.

"I guess that proves it."

#rhink fic #rhink #twistedboxy writes #mythical secret santa 2023

[votaeto]

ACEAYA ( Portgas D. Ace x Ayara )

🔥🍀 narrative archive of a content by votaeto.

contains: canon character ( one piece ) x original character ( one piece oc )

Ace x Ayara or AceAya is the name of the pairing. It is obviously not canon and everything about the ship is fanmade and is only for personal satisfaction.

Onepiece lore HCs!

About the Character. , w/luffy n robin

How did they met?

character ref (visual)

Other HCs!

aceaya modern au one , two , three , four , five , six

aceaya daily au one , two , three , four

other au one , two

NSFW one , two , three , four , five (sexual hcs) , six

artworks

commisioned art , comm 2 , vibe

Werewolf!Ace one ,

ModernAU one , two , three

DailyAU one , two ,

NSFW one , two , three , four , five

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[wannabesewcrafty]

Miramar

Fandom: Debris (TV)

Notes: Fill for “My friend dragged me to this party and I’m super out of place AU” from @pumpkin-spice-dragon (Mod Nicole) at @dailyau. Influenced by the “Top Gun” movies. Set at Penny Benjamin’s bar, who gets mentioned.

Rating: T

“Grace, you brought me to a military bar?” Finola’s voice was a hushed whisper as she adjusted her purse strap over her shoulder, hovering just outside the bar’s entrance.

Grace’s eyes were wide with feigned innocence. “Well, they’re all virile, strong men looking for some fun, right? We can’t miss. I thought you’d appreciate the odds, you know, as a scientist.”

Finola could only stare at her in shock. She had been living with Grace at a rented house in San Diego for a few months and had finally accepted her offer to have a “fun night out.”

“Have someone buy you a drink,” Grace suggested. As usual, her words were spoken with a quiet self-assurance that was reflected in the pantsuit she wore, her brown hair pulled into a bun away from her face. “I’m going to go mingle.” With that, the brunette headed further inside in the direction of a pool table, where some soldiers were playing a game. One young man with wavy brown hair graciously handed her his pool cue and Grace joined in like it was nothing.

Finola, who felt like she stuck out amid the scenery of khaki and white uniforms in her red dress with its white floral pattern, decided to take her advice and approached the bar, where she sat at an empty stool.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“Um, water’s fine.”

Within seconds, she was being crowded by men in uniform. “Can I buy you a drink?” a blue-eyed soldier asked, flanked on either side by a buddy, one Black and one white, both of whom were a head shorter than him. The height difference was helped by the blond quiff that rose from the top of the leader’s head. He looked at her, an expectant smirk on his face.

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m fine.” She held up the glass of water the bartender had set before her. “See?”

The soldier’s smirk faded, and he gave her a curt nod, darting a glance at the bar before he walked toward the restrooms, fielding taunts and jokes from his buddies the whole way. The witnessed rejection made the rest of her would-be buyers also dissipate to try their luck elsewhere.

Curious, Finola followed the soldier’s gaze and read the sign at the bar warning against disrespect. She smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “When’s the last time someone bought a round?”

“I wouldn’t know,” the bartender replied. Like the majority of the enlisted men in the bar, he was clean-shaven, his dark brown hair cut close to his head and shaved at the back of his neck, presenting an image of tidy neatness. “I just started here a week ago. The owner’s taking some vacation, so I was hired to fill in.” As he spoke, he mopped at the bar counter, but it appeared to already be clean and shiny to Finola.

“Bored?” she asked him.

“Oh, this is the lull. Thirty minutes ago, I was being bombarded by drink orders. Luckily, most of them drink beer here. Makes it easy to remember.”

“Can you mix any drinks?”

“I can show off a little,” he said. He smiled at her, and it made his already boyish face look even younger. She wondered how old he really was.

“Care to make me something?” she asked instead, hearing a huskiness in her voice that surprised her.

He leaned his forearms onto the bar. “Well, it all depends on what you like. Sweet, sour, whiskey, tequila, vodka…beer.”

“I’ve never had a beer cocktail before, actually. That shouldn’t be too strenuous for you, I hope?”

“Are you kidding?” He was already reaching to pour from a tap when he paused and looked at her. “I hope you like light. We’re almost out of regular.”

“Light’s fine.”

Nodding, he continued his movements, mixing a cocktail for her. He gave an entertaining performance, flipping, tossing, and catching bottles with the ease that came from practice, and which led to pouring various ingredients with the beer into a silver cocktail shaker. He gave the mix a vigorous shake to a smattering of applause and poured Finola’s cocktail into a tall highball glass that he garnished with a straw, a slice of pineapple, and a paper umbrella.

She tried a sip. “It’s good!” she exclaimed, enjoying the sweet, fizzy taste of the drink.

“Hey, give me one of those,” a soldier called out, but the bartender shook his head.

“Not until you’ve paid your tab, Cutter. Penny told me about you.”

At hearing the woman’s name, Finola felt a stab of disappointment, which embarrassed and irritated her. She knew Grace hadn’t brought her here to strike something up with the bartender of all people. Still, she had to ask.

“Penny?” she repeated.

“The owner. My boss. She gave me my orders before she left.”

“Are you in the Navy too?”

He surprised her by letting out a laugh and shaking his head. “No, but, uh…” He glanced around to see if anyone was watching before opening his mouth to say more, but then someone began playing on the bar’s piano, causing an impromptu sing-along and adding to the overall din. It was just too loud to carry on their conversation, and he shook his head again at the futility of trying it.

Not to be deterred, Finola grabbed the cocktail napkin that she had received with her drink and took out a pen from her purse. She hurriedly wrote down a few words and pushed the napkin toward him.

You were saying?

Her ingenuity made his face light up with a surprised but admiring grin.

He took her pen and wrote back. I was in the Marines. He held a finger to his lips, asking for secrecy, and she put a hand over her heart in an “I promise” gesture.

Now it was her turn to be impressed as he took the napkin they had written on and destroyed the evidence of his confession by soaking it in an unfinished drink, which he then bent down to put away somewhere behind the bar.

When he rose back up, he had a stack of fresh cocktail napkins in his hand, which he set before Finola.

A new group of Navy seamen and aviators entered the bar, either accompanied or trailed after by civilian women and a few men who had happened to be in the vicinity.

Business at the bar picked back up, and Finola felt the absence of her new friend, but it was soon replaced by Grace’s presence.

“You got a drink! Which of these lucky devils had the honor?”

“Oh, well, I just ordered it. Trying something new, you know?”

Grace’s ecstatic expression became crestfallen. “Finola…” she began with a sigh, but then her face brightened again as she tried a different tactic. “How about we dance?” she suggested, pointing at the piano in the distance, which was still being played.

Unable to say no, Finola could only shrug, but she cast a glance at the bartender, who was busy pouring shots for his latest customers and had his eyes trained on the row of glasses lined up on the bar top as he carefully poured tequila into them.

The filled shot glasses were quickly emptied by their eager recipients, and the bartender had a breather as the commotion ended just as quickly as it had begun. He turned his head, looking for the woman who he had been talking with. Had she gone to the restroom? No, he saw her now, dancing with the brunette she had come in with and a half dozen soldiers, mostly male, of course, but there were two female members among them as well. It made for an even split—four men and four women—but they appeared to simply be a big, friendly group, with no pairing off or other intimacy that he could see among the dancers.

That relieved him, which in turn made him feel stupid. She’d be ending the night with some flyboy or a sailor—not with him, a washed-up vet who had been drummed out of the Corps. He was lucky to have this job, temporary though it was. He knew that.

He cleaned the used shot glasses and mopped again at the bar, trying to vent some of his disappointment with the strength he used to wipe the counter.

“Can I have another glass of water, please?” a breathless voice asked. It was her. She leaned on her elbows over the bar, invading his personal space, whether unconsciously or not.

The ex-Marine quickly filled her order. “Having fun?” he asked, hating himself for asking the question but grasping desperately for a way to extend their conversation, however trivial.

She nodded and then took a long drink. When she was done, she added, “This has been the most enjoyable part of my night.”

He blinked, not sure whether she meant him or the dancing he had just witnessed, but then she was picking up her forgotten pen and scribbling something down on one of the napkins he had left for her.

I meant you. I’m Finola. This was followed by a phone number.

She waited for him to read it, and then, after raising his astonished eyes to meet hers, he then took a napkin of his own and scrawled his name and number down to give to her.

She tucked it away into her purse along with her pen, beaming.

“A-ha!” Grace exclaimed as she finished weaving her way through the crowd and neared Finola. “I know that look. What happened? Something good, right?”

“I exchanged numbers with someone.”

“Really? That’s great! Not exactly where I envisioned this night going, but, hey, it’s a step!”

“Are you going home with someone?”

“Nah, I won that pool game, and I think the word’s gone around to stay away from me. Let’s come back here another night. We might see some new faces.”

“Yeah,” Finola agreed. “Let’s.” Her brown eyes found the bartender’s again, and she smiled to herself. “I need to pay my tab,” she explained to Grace. “Wait for me outside?”

She made sure her friend was out of sight before she turned back to the bar again. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it’s on the house,” he assured her. “I think I heard something about getting someone to buy you a drink?”

She smiled and nodded. “Well, then, thank you. My friend and I plan to come back here.”

“Don’t wait too long. My boss gets back in two weeks.”

“Well, you’ll call before then, won’t you?”

Someone called for drinks at the other end of the counter, so he only nodded in reply before he went to take another order.

It was a few days later when Grace picked up a cocktail napkin that had fallen from an end table to the floor as she did some dusting. She stared at the blocky handwriting on it in confusion for a moment before asking “Who’s ‘Bryan?’”

Her housemate didn’t answer her. She was in her bedroom, talking on the phone.

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[oracleofapollon]

If you are still accepting thoughts, please This au with neighbor peter and reader dailyau(.)tumblr(.)com/post/103290968529/my-roommates-boyfriend-is-staying-over-so-can-i

enjoy!

tasm!peter x reader, sharing a bed, friends to lovers, (very brief) mentions of sex

You have no clue how you ended up here. 

Well, technically you do, but it’s so surreal you can’t comprehend it.

You live in a dorm. With a great roommate. Really, she’s kind, nice, quiet, and never leaves any mess. You’re so glad you got paired up with her.

She’s an angel until she wants to spend the night with her boyfriend. And you’re left homeless for a night. But you’re a good roommate and a good friend—she once left the room for the night so you could peacefully pull an all-nighter. You owed her. So you agreed, packed some of your things, reminded her not to use (or even look in the direction of) your bed, and left. You lied that you had a place to stay.

Well, again, technically, you didn’t lie. There is a friend who always helps you and he surely wouldn’t mind sharing his room with you for the night. He did that to many of his classmates all the time since he was one of the few who didn’t have roommates.

So there you are, standing in front of Peter Parker’s room, facing the big sign ‘28’ on his door. You stare on the doorknob and rehearse what to say. You wouldn’t be so anxious if you didn’t have a massive crush on him.

You are friends, yes, but he is so caring, and sweet, and reliable, and helpful, and you found yourself falling for the guy way too hard for your liking.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before you reach to knock. Your hand doesn’t even touch the wooden door before it swings open and Peter almost walks straight into you.

“Oh! Sorry,” he is surprised, but he offers you a smile nonetheless. Your knees get weak. Why is his smile so pretty? “What’s up?” he looks down to see a pillow and a duvet in your arms. “Are you moving in?” jokingly he raises an eyebrow on you, moving slightly to the side to show you you’re welcome to come in.

You smile shyly and enter the room. You’ve been here before—movie CD’s, stacks of biology books, and rock bands posters are not a stranger to you. “For the night, if you’d let me. My roommate prioritized a night with her boyfriend over me and now I’m homeless,” you confess, putting your things on a chair in front of his desk. You turn to him and see him nodding knowingly.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he turns to look for something in his closet. “Horny people don’t think straight, am I right?. Good thing you have me,” he says in a teasing tone and you feel your cheeks heat up. “Um, I have some clean bed covers. I’ll put them on for you.”

You get confused. “Wait, I thought I was going to sleep in a sleeping bag?” you inquire, coming closer to him. He faces you and shakes his head gently, his fluffy hair jumping with every move. They look so soft you really want to–

“I will sleep in the sleeping bag. You take the bed.”

“What? No,” you protest and follow him around when he starts to pull his pillows off the bed. “It’s your room. You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“You’re my friend.” Ouch. “You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

You huff in annoyance. He is too perfect. Isn't helping your case. “I am.”

He sighs and his shoulders drop as air escapes him and blows slightly onto you, your hair falling out of your face. You’re standing close.

“You can share the bed with me, then,” he says casually. Your eyes widen, heart quickens, brain malfunctions. “I-if you want to, of course,” he adds quickly, with a lilt of panic in his voice.

You’re in hell. Or heaven. You don’t know which one.

***

When you finally lay in his sheets and he joins you, you don’t know what to do with yourself. He reaches over to flick the light off and falls back next to you, your arms touching. You’re nervous, or excited, and are probably in for a cardiac arrest.

“Goodnight,” he whispers in the softest tone and you feel butterflies in your stomach. 

“‘Night, Pete,” you whisper back and roll onto your side, facing away from him. You promised yourself not to do anything embarrassing. You really like him and don’t want to mess it up.

You hear him shuffling for a while, then the room is silent. You close your eyes, begging your body to go to sleep, but it doesn't listen. You feel a terrible urge to move into a different position but you don’t want to disturb Peter’s sleep.

Peter, as if he sensed your discomfort or heard your rapid heartbeat, turns to face your back. “Are you okay?” he asks gently. 

You tense up. “Yeah,” you try to come up with something quickly, some kind of excuse. “Just cold,” you lie.

He falls silent for a while. Then you hear the sheets rumpling. “Shit, my blanket’s in the laundry,” he curses and you panic again. You aren’t really cold, you don’t want him to feel bad.

“No, no, it’s okay. ‘S’not that bad,” you shrug and he probably takes it as a shiver. 

You feel him scooting closer and you tense up again. “We could… cuddle. For heat. Y’know?” and you almost pass out when you feel his chest pressed against your back, his warmth on you, next to you, for you. Your head starts spinning.

Then you realize you can shoot your shot. “Would that be okay?” you ask unsurely and feel his breath on your neck. 

“‘Course.”

With that you turn to face him and he lays on his back. His strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you put your head on his shoulder, nose snuggling into his neck. He smells like apples or lemons or both—citrusy, sour and sweet. You relax into him, loving the way his hands travel from your waist to your shoulder and back down. He massages your back, squeezes your arm, and you have never been more content in your life.

Your hand on his chest plays with the collar of his gray t-shirt.

“I really like this,” says Peter as his hand starts playing with your hair. “Your roommate should have sex more often.”

“Wow,” you try to fight the chuckle that forces itself upon you and you fail. “I really like this too,” you agree and close your eyes. “I really like you, too.”

“I know. I really like you too,” he kisses your forehead, which brings a thousand little kisses down your spine, onto your arms, hands, fingertips, chest, tummy, legs. You kiss his neck lightly. And just like that you don’t care about your roommate occupying your room anymore.

#peter parker #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter imagine

[sweetestofchaos]

Standing Right Here | M.YG

Pairing: Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader  Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, Kissing, Use of Alcohol, Body Shots, Hidden Relationship, Rich Boy!Yoongi, Interracial Realationship  Genre: College AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst  Rating: 18+  CWC: 0  Summary: As the youngest son of the Min family, Yoongi is forced to follow in his father's footsteps to help take care of the family business. Yoongi goes about his college life with his head down, keeping to himself but one encounter outside with a classmate changes Yoongi's view about his life. When Yoongi's father catches wind, Yoongi is giving an ultimatum that will change his life forever. Will he make the right call or be left standing alone?

a/n: This story was inspired by this gif set and the prompt “I was afraid your parents were gonna kick you out, so I rearranged my room so you could have a place to stay.” by @dailyau​

a/n 2: The wonderful banner above was made by the extremally talented @outromoni​

a/n 3: Written for the Composition of the Century Collab

Part One | Part Two

#composition of the century #min yoongi fic #yoongi x oc #yoongi fluff #bts college au #standing right here masterlist

[vampcoffeegyrl23]

still believe in fairytales

Summary:

Inspired by the prompt from @fraysquake on @dailyau : "Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am." Barry and Caitlin are neighbors who are both hurting, both stuck in the past. Can they help each other move on and find a new future together?

companion art by the amazing @purpleyin :

for the @snowbarryspot 2023 spring minibang

#snowbarry #sbspot april minibang #sbs april minibang #barry allen #caitlin snow #the flash #fic by me #graphic by purpleyin #spring #in the rain #bad weather #kindred spirits

[leiawritesstories]

It’s Just For Christmas

ah yes, a Christmas fic in the middle of August

based off the following prompt via @dailyau and @justalesbianwithsomegayshit

“My sister was trying to set me up with a jerk so you pretended to be my date over Christmas, but I actually really like waking up with your arms around me and watching you with my family and how you seem to know every word to let it snow”

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, mentions of Chaol, slightly naughty jokes, idiots in love

enjoy!!!

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“God, no,” Aelin groaned, on the verge of throwing her phone across the room, the call be damned. “I’m not going on another blind date with some guy you met in class, Tal!”

“Oh come on,” her sister Talia pleaded, the eagerness in her voice evident from a thousand miles away. “You know Chaol!” 

Hell. “Then it’s not a blind date, and also, I’ll pass.” 

“What’s wrong with Chaol?” 

“Tals, I’m not his type. At all.” 

She could hear her sister’s scoff. “Oh yeah? Well, he said he’s interested in you, and we both know you haven’t gone out since what’s-his-face in the fall.” 

“At least Sam was a decent guy,” Aelin snorted. 

Talia cleared her throat. “C’mon, Lin, one date while you’re home for Christmas? It can’t possibly be that bad.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I would rather go out with literally anyone else?” 

“Damn, you’re serious?” 

Aelin muffled a sigh. “Yeah, Tal, I’m serious. I know Westfall from high school, as you know, and I just...really don’t want to be in his presence anymore.” 

A brief pause. “He’s changed a lot since high school...” 

“I’m sure he has. I’m also sure I still would rather not go out with him.” Aelin’s mind was working overtime to come up with something, anything, to get her beloved, if a little meddlesome, sister to quit hounding her about her very single life. “Tal?” 

“What?” 

“Will you get off my ass about dating if I bring my boyfriend home?” 

“WHAT?!” Talia’s squeal could have shattered glass. “Fucking what, Aelin?!” 

Aelin fought to keep a straight face. “If I bring my boyfriend home, will you--” 

“I HEARD!” Talia huffed a deep breath. “I’m just fuckin’ stuck on the ‘boyfriend’ part of it.” 

Aelin snickered. “Now will you believe that I’m not Chaol’s type?” 

“Well yeah, guys whose type is taken girls deserve to burn in hell.” 

“Facts.” 

“Tell me about this boyfriend,” Talia hummed, smirking. 

Aelin smirked right back. “You’ll meet him when we come home at Christmas.” She blew her sister a kiss and hung up. 

Fuck. 

What the hell had she just agreed to do?

~

“Remind me again what I have to know?” Rowan asked, his voice just raised enough to be heard over the airplane engines’ noise. 

Aelin sighed. “I told Talia I was bringing my boyfriend home for Christmas break so she’d get off my ass about going out with Chaol Westfall. So...” She broke off, awkwardly rubbing the bridge of her nose. “You’re my boyfriend for Christmas.” 

Rowan bit back a wry laugh. “I, uh, don’t know what to think, Ae.” 

She pinched his arm. “Maybe you could pretend to be happy? After all, you’ve just attained the world’s best girlfriend.” 

“Someone’s full of herself,” he chuckled. 

She smirked. “Would I be me if I wasn’t?” 

“Touché.” He cleared his throat. “So, um, how long have we been together?” 

~

Aelin heaved a deep breath as the plane landed, nerves about approaching her family and holding up the guise that she and her best friend were dating setting in. Rowan slipped his hand atop hers, squeezing gently. 

“Hey.” 

“Hmm?” Her eyes widened. 

“It’ll be okay, Ae. I won’t let you down.” He grinned. “Rhoe and Evalin know me, anyway, so you won’t have to worry about that.” 

She squeezed his hand back. “Yeah, I just have to worry about all of the ‘WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?’ shit that I’m gonna get bombarded with.” She nibbled at her bottom lip, an old nervous tell of hers. “But it’s just for a few weeks, and then we go back to college and away from their prying eyes.” 

Right. Just for Christmas. Rowan had been trying to convince himself of that for the entire damn flight. 

They deplaned and headed into the throng of travelers in the terminal, following the blue signs to the exit, and went down the escalators to baggage claim. As they stepped off the escalator, Aelin took Rowan’s hand, and damn him if it didn’t send a shudder through his whole body as she laced their fingers together. 

“Gotta look the part,” she joked, but he could see the hint of tension in her shoulders. 

“Anything for my girlfriend,” he joked back, hoping a little humor would ease her anxiety. 

She snickered. “You’re already the best boyfriend.” 

Fuck, he wanted her to call him that for real. “I try my best, Ae.” 

Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius were waiting by the carousel, both beaming at the sight of their daughter weaving through the people to get to her luggage. Their jaws dropped when they realized just who was at Aelin’s side, just who she’d brought home for Christmas. 

“Well, this is unexpected,” Rhoe began, greeting his daughter with a warm hug and giving Rowan a faintly suspicious look. “Rowan.”

“Sir,” Rowan said in reply, keeping a pace back as Aelin hugged her mother and went to the carousel to grab her suitcase. 

“None of that, Rowan,” Rhoe said warmly. “Ev and I have known you for years, there’s no need to try to impress us.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Evalin hissed into Aelin’s ear, beaming at Rowan. “Welcome back, Rowan.” 

“Thank you,” Rowan grinned, shooting Aelin a sly wink. He’d heard what her mother whispered to her, he had. 

Evalin, of course, picked up on the wink. “Look at them, all grown up and flirting right in front of us,” she cooed, linking her arm through Rhoe’s. 

“Mom,” Aelin groaned. “We’re still at the airport!” 

“And your boyfriend chose to flirt right in front of us,” Evalin retorted. “Save the longing glances, you two.” 

“Noted,” Rowan mumbled, flushing a little as he took Aelin’s big suitcase from her. “Let me, Ae.” 

Her parents grinned widely at each other as they watched their daughter bicker quietly with the young man she’d known since the two of them were five before huffing a sigh and letting him roll her suitcase. 

“Aren’t they adorable?” Evalin murmured. Rhoe just smiled at her. God, it was like they’d been waiting for this or something. 

~

Aelin had to admit Rowan was doing a perfect job pretending to be her boyfriend. From the casual way he placed an arm around her to his secret little grins and winks when one of her family members said something funny, each small gesture doing funny things to her heart. It’s just for Christmas, she reminded herself over and over. And over. Hell, who was she kidding? She was beginning to want just Christmas to become forever. 

Waking up against Rowan’s muscled chest after falling asleep on the couch the other day must be messing with her brain. 

He only stayed there because she’d fallen asleep on him and he knew better than to rouse her mid-nap. 

No other reason. 

Not at all. 

Naturally, her parents gave Rowan the guest room, giving both her and him stern looks and sterner instructions that they were not to spend the night in each other’s rooms. 

“We’re adults, Mom!” Aelin squeaked, her face flaring red. 

“You’re in my house,” Evalin returned. “Adults or not, we’d prefer if you didn’t share a room. Besides, Talia’s home, and you two have quite a lot to giggle about, I’m sure.” 

They certainly did. No sooner had Aelin’s younger sister arrived at home than she’d whisked Aelin away to gossip, giving Rowan a once-over and whispering something into her sister’s ear that made her cheeks go scarlet. Rowan had been mildly concerned, worrying that Aelin was going to get interrogated, but she’d set his mind at ease, reassuring him that she and Talia shared plenty of things, but he would be safe. And honestly, he found it easy to laugh with Talia, whose quick wit and snark were definitely something she and her sister shared. 

If too often at his expense. 

Yesterday, Rhoe and Evalin had shooed the three of them out of the house, telling them to go shopping or whatever they needed to do, but they couldn’t come back until evening. 

“What are we, ten?” Aelin griped, grabbing her phone and charger and her purse and a notebook. “You haven’t kicked us out so you could decorate since we were little.” 

“No questions, darling,” Evalin crooned, blowing her daughters a kiss. “Shoo!” 

Sighing, Aelin walked out the front door, tugging Rowan behind her. “C’mon, Talia! If we have to be out, at least we can go to the mall!” 

Shit. 

Rowan hated the mall at Christmastime. Always too many people and their urgent need to buy all the sparkliest shit in the place, always way too much “gingerbread” perfume sprayed into the air, always an inordinate amount of people ordering holiday drinks at Starbucks and blocking up the hallway because the line was so damn long, and always, always, that one goddamn song that played on perpetual loop in the mall proper and in all the stores. Not that he had anything against Mariah Carey, but holy hell, that Christmas song of hers was going to be the death of him. 

But he was supposed to be Aelin’s boyfriend, so he plastered on a grim smile, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and headed to his car with Talia in tow. 

~

Talia peeled off by herself the minute they walked into the mall, making up some nonsense about needing to finish shopping and calling out that she’d meet them later. Aelin rolled her eyes, knowing full well her sister had just spouted some bullshit, but secretly, she was glad to have Rowan all to herself. 

“Don’t worry, buzzard, I won’t make you go into too many stores,” she giggled, patting his cheek affectionately. 

“Aelin,” he groaned, already dreading the day. 

She pulled on his hand. “I promise, babe.” 

He refused to acknowledge how many flips his stomach did at the nickname. “I swear, Ae, if you make me try anything on--” 

“I know better than that.” Her eyes were earnest. “C’mon, Ro. Be a good boyfriend and put up with my consumerism.” 

Well, he couldn’t really keep griping when she phrased it like that. So he followed her into one store, then another, then another, all her stops bleeding together as she browsed through aisles, sometimes picking an item off a rack and holding it up to her body, sometimes ducking into a dressing room with an armful of things to try on and returning with nothing, sometimes finding a piece or two she liked and bought. He mostly scrolled through his phone when she was trying things on, except when she called him over to ask for his opinion on some article of clothing. 

One of which was a metallic golden slip dress that molded to every line of her body, concealing absolutely nothing, the neckline dipping into a sharp V that did bad, bad things to his sanity and the hem short enough to do even worse things to his self-control. 

“It’s--you look fucking gorgeous, Ae” he murmured, his voice going gravelly despite his efforts to keep himself levelheaded. 

She shamelessly checked herself out in the three-way mirror. “I love it.” She blew him a little kiss. “I think I’ll get it.” 

Shit. He was in deep, deep shit. 

~

They came home to winter wonderland. 

Rhoe and Evalin had, as usual, gone all out with their decorating, bedecking the entryway in snowflakes and cotton snow, twinkle lights twined around the banister and hanging from the ceiling, fake pine branches looped elegantly across the dark wood detailing. Their tree stood proudly in the living room, soft white lights shaped like icicles dripping from its branches, a star gleaming atop the fresh pine. 

Aelin and Talia dumped their shopping bags upstairs and hurried back down to gush about the decorations, Rowan adding in his compliments when Aelin prompted him. Really, he didn’t care about the house, lovely as it was. 

His damn mind was still fixating on that godsdamned golden dress. 

After dinner, Evalin grinned wickedly at her daughters. “it’s the day before Christmas Eve, dears. You know what that means.” 

“Mom,” Aelin groaned playfully. “Aren’t we too old for song night?” 

“Never, Fireheart.” Evalin winked. “Besides, you’d never pass on being our pianist, would you? 

“When you put it like that, never.” Aelin stood and grabbed Rowan’s arm. “C’mon, buzzard, it’s pajama time!” 

She completely ignored his protests as she led him upstairs to her room, where she shamelessly riffled through his suitcase. 

“Ae, that’s packed a certain--” 

“And now it’s not!” she chirped, then frowned. “Do you seriously not have any Christmas pajamas?” 

“Never saw any reason to buy them, never been gifted a set,” he drawled. 

“Such a Scrooge,” she teased. “All right, give me a minute.” 

Before he could protest, she hurried out and came back a moment later with-- “What in hell?” 

Aelin rolled her eyes. “These are the least tacky ones I could find.” 

“It’s red!” Rowan groaned, reluctantly taking the Santa-themed shirt and black pants printed with little Santa hats from her. 

“It’s the tamest one they have, relax,” she snorted. “Unless you want to dress in sparkles and tinsel, this is what you’re getting.” 

“Fine,” Rowan grumbled, pinching the pajama set between his thumb and forefinger like it was something toxic. “But just because your parents won’t let me take photos in regular clothes.” 

“Wouldn’t dare to expect anything else,” she hummed, impulsively kissing his cheek. “You’re the best, Ro.” 

~

To absolutely nobody’s surprise, Rowan rocked the Santa pajamas. 

And if they just so happened to match Aelin’s Santa-themed nightgown, soft red cotton with a fuzzy white hem and detail on the cuffs and neckline, then it was pure coincidence, nothing more. 

“Singalong time!” Evalin announced, beaming ear to ear, the instant she was satisfied with the number of family photos they had. 

“Moooom!” Aelin and Talia groaned in unison. “Noooo!” 

“Traditions, my daughters,” Rhoe laughed, fetching five Santa hats from behind one of the chairs. “Photos and songs, every year!” 

“Dad,” Aelin protested, “what about Ro not singing?” 

Rhoe eyed Rowan, who had the grace to look nervous. “I imagine he’ll give us a song or two for fun,” her father replied, the look he shot Rowan pure fatherly, wicked glee. 

“One or two,” Rowan sighed, dropping onto the couch with an arm around Aelin’s shoulders. “Spare me,” he murmured into her ear, loud enough for the rest of her family to hear. 

“Joke’s on you, buzzard,” Aelin teased, playing along with the family joke. “I always play the piano for singalong night.” 

“Oh, gods,” Rowan groaned, pressing his hands to his face. “I’m doomed!” 

“You’ve definitely found the right one, Fireheart,” Evalin teased. “Look, the poor boy’s just as dramatic as you.” 

“Wonder if he always groans so loudly,” Talia snickered, softly enough that just Aelin heard. 

“TALS!” she screeched, her cheeks flaring bright red. “NO!” 

“So, yes,” Talia smirked, winking conspiratorially at her sister. “Good to know, Ae. Good to know.” 

“Ugh, you’re the worst,” Aelin groaned, plopping herself down at the piano. “All right, what are we singing?” 

A handful of popular Christmas tunes, it turned out. “Jingle Bells” and the like, and eventually, “Let It Snow.” Aelin grinned, she loved “Let It Snow.” 

And remarkably enough, as she launched into the opening bars of the tune, it was Rowan’s husky voice that rose above the others’ voices. Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

Damn her, the man knew every single word. 

She shouldn’t find that fact so adorably endearing. But she did. 

“Well done, Rowan!” Evalin enthused, clapping for him as the song finished. “Okay, kiddos, one more!” 

“We’re not kiddos!” Aelin and Talia complained in unison. 

“Sure you are.” Rhoe’s eyes softened. “Always my kiddos.” 

“Such a sap,” Talia grinned, but she hugged him. “Okay, Dad. One last song. What do you want?” 

“Sing ‘Winter Wonderland’ for us, Tals.” 

“Every year,” Talia teased playfully, but she nodded to Aelin, who flexed her hands and slowly, gently slipped into the first bars. 

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening...Talia had a gorgeous soprano voice, one rarely heard outside her family, and though she loved to sing, she’d always been shy about singing for others. 

Rowan couldn’t keep his eyes away from Aelin as she played perfectly in time with her sister’s singing, couldn’t look away from the way she poured her whole soul into the music. He knew he was staring like a moonstruck teenager, head over heels in love and complete adoration like she was his first crush. 

Hell, she was his first crush. His only crush. Why bother trying to hide it from her parents, who saw everything anyway? 

As the last song came to a gently, lyrical close, Aelin quietly pulled the lid of the piano shut, not wanting to disturb the holiday magic her family had created in the room. She’d felt Rowan’s eyes on her during the song, felt the way he was all but caressing her with his gaze, openly playing the part of her boyfriend for her entire family to see. 

Hell, but she wished it were real. 

“Good night, kiddos,” Evalin and Rhoe murmured, making their exit. 

“Night, Ae,” Talia added, following her parents upstairs. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she mouthed to Aelin, winking broadly. 

“All of them meddle too much,” Aelin sighed softly, leaning back against Rowan’s chest. His arms wrapped around her middle, the embrace warm and comforting and so...natural. Like they’d been made to fit into each other’s arms. 

“We should say goodnight,” Rowan whispered after a long, silent moment. 

“We should,” Aelin agreed, making absolutely no move to step away. 

Rowan sighed softly, longingly. “Aelin...” 

“Rowan,” she whispered, turning to face him, her arms locked around his waist. 

“I want you to stay,” he breathed, nerves and fears damned right to hell. “I always want you to stay, Aelin. Fireheart.” 

Her breath caught and she stared up at him, eyes wide and brimming with hope and shock and a million other emotions. “Ro--does that...does that mean what I want it to mean?” 

“It means I’m madly in love with you,” he admitted, his voice no more than a rush of breath. “And I have been for gods know how long.” 

“Rowan,” she gasped, the brightest of smiles breaking across her face. “Oh, Rowan. I’m head over heels for you, too.” 

“Does that mean--” 

“Be my boyfriend,” she whispered, sliding one hand up his chest to cup the side of his face. “Please, buzzard.” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Rowan grinned, tangling one hand into her loose, long hair. “Of course, Fireheart.” 

“Seal it with a kiss,” she teased, sparks dancing in her eyes. 

He laughed softly, tipped his head down to hers, and pressed his lips against hers, the kiss a tender, sweet caress. 

The very best kind of first kiss. 

“You’re not allowed to go back to the guest room,” Aelin hummed when they parted, beaming at him. “Or actually, I’m not allowed to go upstairs. I’m staying with you, Ro.” 

“Your parents are going to murder me,” he whispered, not at all sounding like he cared about that. 

“Not on Christmas,” Aelin smirked. “Come on, buzzard, live a little.” 

“With you, I live a lot,” he returned, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her piggyback-style into the guest room. 

Her smile was brighter than the Christmas star. “You’re an old sap, Rowan Whitethorn. I love you for it.” 

“I love you too, Aelin Galathynius.” He kissed the corner of her jaw, tucked her under the covers, curled his body around hers as he settled into bed. “I love you too.” 

Neither of them had noticed Rhoe and Evalin hiding in the shadows at the top of the stairs, exchanging matching grins and a handshake as their daughter and her boyfriend--really her boyfriend now--disappeared into the guest room. 

~

Christmas morning dawned cold and snowy, the light filtering through the frosted window in muted silvery-white tones. Aelin stirred as she awoke, moving just enough to become very conscious of the person with her, his whole body tangled up with hers, as much wrapped into her embrace as she was into his. 

Rowan. 

Her very own, very best Christmas present. 

Gods, how had she ever convinced herself that pretending he was her boyfriend would be just for Christmas?

~~~

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