#divine lorcan

[danikamariewrites]

could i request azriel x reader or lorcan x reader with reader being a vampire and needs to feed but he says to feed on him but she’s scared she’ll hurt him. She finally does and he feels euphoria and it leads to smut👀

Take My Blood and Make Me Yours (SMUT)

Azriel x vampire!reader

A/n: I got two requests that were similar to this so I thought I’d combine them since they were similar. I’m going off my very little knowledge of vampires from Buffy, Twilight, and Supernatural so I’m making up half this shit as I go along lol

Warnings: blood, smut, slight sub!Az

You had held out longer than you expected. But going four months without feeding on a person, human or Fae, was driving you crazy. You felt like you were dying. Animal blood and whatever Amren drunk wasn’t cutting it for you anymore.

You always felt guilty when you fed on a person. It was either turn them or kill them and you didn’t like killing people unlike other vampires.

In hopes that your ‘sickness’, as you called it, would become less extreme. You had avoided being around Azriel. His scent had been too overwhelming the last few days. The urge to drink from him making you itch. Since he was out of the house you felt free to walk around the house.

Although normal food didn’t do much for you, you were addicted to sweets. Chocolates, sour candies, literally anything you could get you hands on. The flavors helped distract you for a while, especially the sting from the sour candies.

Lost in your sweets stash you didn’t hear Azriel come in through the front door. He lovingly squeezed the back of your neck, “Hi love. How are you feeling?” You scramble up from the table backing away from Azriel. A wild look in your eyes telling him not to come near you.

You put your hand out making sure he stayed far away from you. “Az no!” You scream, “please. Please I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t…” your voice cracks as you plead with him.

Azriel hated seeing you like this. You were far too pale, deep bags under your eyes from months without sleep, and your hair looked lifeless. “Y/n, my love please. I need you to listen to me.” You backed farther away from him all the way against the wall of the kitchen.

He kept approaching. Once Azriel was within arms length he gently laced your fingers together. Tears sprung from your eyes as his scent consumed you. Cauldron he smelt divine. And he probably tasted even better. Your mouth started watering at the thought of his sweet Illyrian blood on your tongue. How sweet he would taste. How it would be if he turned and stayed with you forever, as if he weren’t already immortal.

But you had made a promise to yourself when you started seeing each other and again when the mating bond snapped. You would never taste him. You were afraid you’d turn him into something else he would resent or lose control and drain him. Leaving you broken without your mate.

You tilted your head back to avoid his gaze, your tears falling into your hair. “No Azriel. I can’t. I won’t use you.” Like the thoughtful and loving male he is, Azriel had offered himself to you so your suffering would end. You had refused him every time.

“Nothing is working for you. It’s been over a year since you fed from a person. Please let me help you.” You could tell he was in pain seeing you like. Azriel probably felt your pain down the bond and it mustn’t have been easy for him. “Y/n I trust you enough to let you feed from me. I know you could never hurt me.”

Your resolve was crumbling at his sweet words. “Please y/n. My heart breaks to see you like this. Please, just enough to sate the hunger and then you can stop.” You nodded your head whispering out a weak ‘ok’. You couldn’t believe you were breaking your promise. Gods, what was wrong with you.

Azriel was chest to chest with you. You collapsed in his arms letting out small sobs. Azriel kissed the side of your head, scooping you up in his strong arms. After letting out one final cry he asked, “Where would you be comfortable baby?” His question made you pause.

You were about to drink his blood and he was asking you where you’d be most comfortable? This just reminded you of how selfless Azriel is. You didn’t deserve this male. “Wherever you’re comfortable Az.” You mumble into his shoulder.

He started heading up the stairs toward your bedroom. While you were relieved your pain would be over soon, you were terrified you’d harm Azriel.

Before you knew it Azriel was sitting on the bed with you cradled to his chest. “We can take this at your pace.” You nod against his chest. Moments pass as you sit still. Taking a deep, nervous breath you lift your head to meet his sweet hazel eyes.

You cup his face and run your thumbs across his cheeks. “Thank you, my love. You have no idea…” he covers your hand with one of his large scarred one. “I’m doing what any good mate would. I love you.” You were at a loss for words as you teared up again. “I love you too.”

Leaning forward his scent overwhelms you. He’s night, rain, mist, and everything beautiful in the world to you. Part of you was excited to get a taste of him. All your worries left your mind as you pressed your nose into the side of his neck. His soft, supple neck.

You licked from his pulse point up to just under his earlobe. Straddling him, you move your mouth back down so you hovered just above his pulse point. You left a small peck on his warm skin. “If it gets too much or you think I’ve gone too far, do what you have to. Even if that means hurting me.” “I…ok.” You heard the hesitation in his voice.

You gave his neck one last kiss, letting your fangs slide out and scrape against his skin. Finally, you skin your teeth in, biting down on Azriel his blood starts to seep out and into your mouth. The second the thick red liquid hit your tongue an electric shock went through you. Azriel’s shadows were going haywire as they wrapped around you and their master.

He tasted even better than you imagined. Cauldron, he was the sweetest thing you had ever tasted. Having Azriel like this did things to you. The way he willingly gave himself to you and tasting the most delicious blood you’ve ever had, had you grinding down on Azriel.

Azriel moaned, gripping you tighter to him. You were surprised when you felt his hips buck up into you. “Fuck baby. Feels good.” Holy shit, Az was enjoying this as much as you.

You had your fill a few mouth fulls ago but you stayed sunken into his skin, lapping up a few drops. You felt heavenly. Like you were new again and finding out what blood tasted like for the first time.

Pulling your fangs from him Azriel whimpered. The sound went straight to your core making the slick in your panties more prominent. When you could finally focuses on your surroundings you could feel Azriel’s hard cock through his pants.

You sat up, stretching your arms, pushing your hair up and letting it fall seductively over your shoulders as you let out a seductive hum. You much better. Your skin returned to its normal shade. Your eyes vibrant and full of life. You gave Azriel a dark smile, his blood coated your lips teeth.

Azriel’s shadows relaxed, going back to their spot on his shoulders. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. Azriel grabbed you pulling you into a bruising kiss, licking at your sharp teeth. You moan into his mouth forcing your tongue into his, dominating him.

You took control from Azriel, ripping your nightgown off and clawing at his shirt with your sharp nails. He rips it off and you undo his pants. Sliding them down just enough to let his cock spring free.

You take him in your hand running your thumb around the head. Kissing up his jaw you stop at his ear nibbling at it. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you? My brave boy.” He let out another whimper, loud and unashamed. “Yes, fuck please baby?”

You run a finger along the ridge of his wing up to the talon. Azriel tenses up under you, his cock twitching in your hand. Getting to the talon you slowly run your finger down the vein, onto the red and gold flecked membrane. Azriel moaned, gripping your ass hard enough to leave fingerprints. “Please y/n, I need you please, please, please.”

You let out a dark laugh. Sitting up you lay your hands on his chest forcing him back into the headboard. “Such a good boy saying please. You’ll get what you want baby.” Azriel let out a harsh breath at the new praise from you. “You like that?” You say in a tantalizing voice. “You like being my good boy?”

“Yes. So much.” You hum running your hands down his abs. “Good Azzy, good.” You peck his lips and line his cock up with your entrance, teasing him by spreading your slick around your folds. Finally you sink all the way down on him. You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being connected.

You start rocking back and forth on him, your eyes fluttering. “Gonna help me ride you baby.” Azriel wordlessly bent his knees and brought his hands to your hips. You started bouncing on him. Azriel picked you up, slamming you back down faster and faster as he chased his high.

The room smelled of blood and sex. The sound of slapping skin echoing as praised Azriel. A few more thrusts and you were coming undone together.

Azriel’s head started to fall backward. You cupped the back of it before it could hit the headboard. His eyes screwed shut. You laid your forehead on his rapidly moving chest while you both caught your breath. “Fuck.” You panted. Azriel lazily snaked his arms around your waist. Slipping into a laying position with you still on his chest.

“Azzy we need to get cleaned up baby.” You squeezed his bicep signaling for him to get up. He shook his head against the pillow. “Can’t. Just need to lay here with you.” You weren’t going to argue with him. You were spent and ready to sleep for the first time in a while.

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[moonlightazriel]

Say Yes /// Elide Lochan X Lorcan Salvaterre

Summary: The wedding scene everyone was dying to see.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,2K

Notes: SJM does have a thing against wedding scenes as we have been denied them so many times, I'm here to fix it.

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Elide shivered as a cold wind touched her skin, she looked behind her to see Rowan standing there, winking at her as he exited the room and left her alone with Aelin and the others. She walked in front of the mirror, her limp almost gone as Rowan’s power helped her, she made a mental note to thank him for it. Her trembling hands caressed the white fabric of her wedding dress, making sure that no wrinkles would be there.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Aelin said, hugging her from the side, she was wearing a soft green dress, her crown replaced by a small headpiece. Elide thanked her, looking at her surroundings. 

Yrene was finishing her hair, the curls on a bun, with some loose strands framing her perfect shiny face, the baby bump was showing in the fluffy lilac dress she chose for the occasion. She happily talked to Lysandra, who wore a deep green dress glued to her body, accentuating her curves, her hair cascading in waves behind her back. 

The three females talked, and Elide felt happy having them there with her, her friends, but her heart missed someone, she had sent the invitation but she wasn’t sure if Manon would actually show up, they talked through letters but Manon had so much to do, as did Elide. They both had their homes to recover. 

Three knocks at the door and Aedion’s head popped up in the room, letting them know that it was time. The three females wished their good luck to Elide and she thanked them, looking one last time in the mirror. 

Little makeup adorned her face,  just some shimmery in her eyes, her hair was falling in waves, clipped behind her head, leaving a clear view of her face. The hair clip was made from golden leaves, a treasure from her own mother’s wedding, that Vernon had kept in her family treasure room. Small diamonds adorned her ears and neck, and as she looked at her gown, she almost didn’t recognize herself. A floor-length white gown, a bodice holding her upper frame with small sleeves, and a thin cape tied to her neck. She looked divine. 

“Eli, we have to go, you don’t want to leave him waiting.” Aedion urged. 

“It’s fine Eli, Aedion is just afraid of Lorcan.” Ren laughed and she giggled, opening the door. 

“I’m ready.” Ren let out a low whistle. 

“You look really beautiful.” She blushed. “Can’t believe you’re getting married.”

“Let’s go before I cry.” Aedion said, grabbing her arm and Ren grabbed the other side, her two best friends walking her down the aisle, she might cry as well. 

They walked, but before they exited the door leading to the forest where the ceremony was being held, someone cleared their throat, and she turned around. In a beautiful red dress, hair parted in the middle and red lips. Manon smiled at her.

“You came.” Elide rushed to her, Rowan’s power still holding her leg straight. Manon hugged her, as the smaller woman buried herself against her. 

“You called.” She replied, taking Elide in, she looked so angelic like this, Manon smiled widely, something very rare for the witch. “You look amazing, he’s a lucky guy.” 

“I’m so glad you’re here, you have no idea.” She blurted and Manon nodded. 

“Let’s get you married then.” Manon escorted Elide Back to the males standing in front of the door. “Abraxos is waiting if you change your mind.” She winked and Elide laughed. 

“I’ll think about that, thank you, Manon.” She turned to the males. “Let’s go then.” They grabbed her by her arms, and the three of them started to walk, as a soft melody started to play. 

The guests were seated on wooden chairs adorned with small flowers, the path was covered in various shades of flowers and tiny candles. She looked up at Lorcan, wearing a black attire, his hair in a low bun and he shifted his weight from one foot to another. It was a funny sight. A flower arch was behind him and a priestess was ready to make everything official for them.

The soft music followed her until Ren and Aedion were ready to pass her to Lorcan, he gladly took her small hand, leading the way back to the arch. 

“You look breathtaking.” He whispered, eyeing her from the side, as they listened to the priestess talk. Lorcan felt his hands sweat, and he felt nervous. Settling down for her was the best decision he ever made. He would do everything for her and it would always be worth it. Even if it meant enduring years of mockery by Aelin and Fenrys as he was about to become Lord Lorcan Lochan. 

“You may now say your vows.” The soft voice of the priestess sounded and he turned to his beautiful Elide. A small tear escaped her eyes and he was quick to wipe it away. 

“I was trapped my whole life, everything I’ve ever loved was taken away from me..” Elide started, her voice a little shaken by the memories of her past. “I grew up thinking I would be forever caged, but you showed me freedom, you gave me choice, you make me feel seen and heard. It’s like I matter again. And I love you so much.” It wasn’t much, but they were the words from her heart, the truest feelings she had inside her. 

“I thought that I knew what love was like, how it felt, but no one ever loved me truly like you do. I give up everything I am and everything I will be to be by your side. You shall never know what a day alone feels like anymore. I will stand by you day and night and show my love for you every day because you deserve Elide Lochan. You deserve to be loved and it’s my honor to be the one to do it. I love you so much.” 

Elide couldn’t contain the waterfall that fell from her eyes as Lorcan spoke. The priestess finished the ceremony, telling him he might kiss the bride. His large hands cupped the sides of Elide’s face, bringing her close, his lips brushed hers and he kissed her gently, like she deserved to be treated. Her hands grabbed the collar of his attire, not wanting to be apart from him. 

The crowd roared and clapped as they kissed. They were still clapping as Lorcan grabbed Elide’s hand and guided her to where the reception was going to be. The guests followed them to another part of the forest where tables were displayed, lights hung from the trees and food was being served. The music was nice and calm. 

“Lady and Lord Lochan.” Fenrys yelled, and the crowd clapped once more as they reached the dance floor. 

Lorcan rested his hand on the small of her back while she rested both hands on his chest. They moved, eyes locked on each other like they were the only ones there. The music moved them around and their family watched as they danced, their first dance as husband and wife. 

The first step towards the rest of their lives.

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[monstersdownthepath]

Good morning venerable sage, I fell into the ol' infernal dukes that are vampire patrons rabbit hole this morning and came across Zaebos, Lorcan, and Blood Emperor Ruithvein, first off why aren't these 3 used more often since anything that can utilize both devils and vampirism in a campaign seems to be instant win when it comes to plothooks etc? While secondly it mentions that Ruithvein is the 3rd vampire to exist, factoring in Zura then who would be the 1st and 2nd vampire to exist?

Well with Lorcan and Ruithvein, I agree! No idea WHY those two don't get more of a spotlight, though it likely has something to do with the lack of lore on their part. Zaebos, however, has the divine portfolio of "sexual perversion," which paints his particular cult of vampires in a light I doubt Paizo wants to place in an actual adventure that players can encounter for very long. Ironically, though, he's the only one of the three with an actual appearance in an AP: his brief mention in Ashes of Dawn, where the players actually meet (and can ally with) his followers, only briefly alludes to the Inquisitor at the scene "leading" a pair of nobles in "worship of Zaebos" without further exploration into the implications of that.

Despite their ostensible importance to vampire lore, all three of them have scarcely any lore or even any mechanical details, with only Lorcan receiving any spotlight in the Complete Book of the Damned, Ruithvein having nary a sentence devoted to him, describing him as "withered" but one of the two powers in the Revenant Court of Malebolge (the other being Lorcan) who endlessly battle for supremacy over the souls of Lawful Evil vampires who end up in Hell.

Zura, in multiple sources, is stated to be the first of all vampires (it's NOT stated whether or not blood-drinking, sun-hating Undead that aren't vampires existed before her), but Shadows at Sundown--the most recent book to contain concrete information on vampires, including their original forms as the shadowy Strigoi--leaves it ambiguous as to whether or not she actually learned to pass on her affliction to others by claiming that either Urgathoa OR Zura could have created the ritual to bind a Strigoi to a mortal (the process by which vampirism arrived on Golarion). It's also entirely ambiguous as to how and when Zura became the first vampire, whether she did so as a human Azlanti or only transformed after her death and ascension into a demon.

if you want to get granular and dive even deeper into lore implications, it may be that Zura is NOT the first of the vampires, period, but rather the first of the vampires that could reproduce, able to pass on her transformation into those she fed upon. She is visibly a far cry from the twisted and mangled forms of the Nosferatu, the first clumsy attempts by mortals to bond with the Strigoi that ended with sterile, rotting, bestial bodies, and can indeed create vampires through both her own bite and through ritual.

... It's actually kind of refreshing to see that Ruithvein is just flat out, unambiguously and concretely stated to be "third of all vampires" in every single-sentence appearance he's ever had. His description lends itself to him being a Nosferatu (which lends itself well to being the third), though until we see an actual picture of the guy, who knows!

With Zura as the first vampire and Ruithvein as the third, the second isn't stated anywhere, in any source. Perhaps the second vampire was such a loser that it wasn't recorded, or maybe the second vampire is still around but keeps to itself, and as such hasn't been killed. Perhaps the second vampire fled to another world entirely so its name and fate aren't known to Golarion. My kneejerk reaction, however, is that the second vampire is just Lorcan, as he shares the Revenant Courts with Ruithvein and has dominion over the divine portfolios of "blood and rebirth."

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[kaz-identified]

me and my friend are running a two person multiplayer save on bg3 and the silliness of our tav's dynamic inspired me. we have full intention to drag these idiots into a proper campaign so im not tagging this as baldur's gate.

Anyone who had heard that the Raging Phoenix, a war priest of Bahamut was traveling with a man called the Silver Tongued Devil, a man known for scamming gods, devils, and fae would be hard pressed to believe it. A war cleric and a paladin, a paladin sworn to an oath of vengeance, no less, consorting with, protecting a warlock bound to how many devils? It's odd.

But alas, that was truth of the matter of the strange duo in the tavern.

The Phoenix, Inquisitor Lady Guinevere St. James, stood in all her horrible glory, menacing aura of radiance glittering around her head like a halo. Her trimmed black and golden ringmail armor caught the candle light of the tavern in such a way to make it look aflame. Her massive broadsword dripped blood from the first strike she had taken, gleaming, hungry, desperate to be fed with the souls of those the Inquisitor judged guilty. Her expression was one of barely contained rage, teeth bared, tail lashing, eyes glimmering with simmering wrath, a dragon begging to be unleashed. She had positioned herself between the warlocks in the tavern and the half-elf behind her. Acting as a living shield between emissaries of Lorcan and Vasile, the Devil You Know. Her massive frame kept them from reaching Vasil, but he was actively undermining that protective effort by peeking out from past her shoulder.

"Truly, I don't know what your problem with me is!" he whined, looking at them from over Guinevere's shoulder. "I never made a deal with Lorcan!"

"Vas," Guinevere growled a warning, glancing disdainfully at him from her periphery, not fully willing to tear her gaze from the warlocks before them.

"Whaaat?" He asked, looking up at her. "I didn't! I don't know why they're mad!" he gestured broadly at the band of warlocks.

Guinevere sighed, her intimidating, near vengeful god aura dissipating as her halo fades. She pinches the bridge of her nose like a disappointed teacher. "Quite frankly, Vas. What devil isn't mad at you?"

Vasile opens his mouth for a moment before closing it, unable to come up with an answer.

"My point exactly," Guinevere sighs, shoving him back behind her. "Now stay put," she hisses.

Vas makes a mocking gesture behind her, one Guinevere doesn't deign to respond to.

"And you!" she turns to the warlocks, radiant energy shimmering about her head like a halo once more as she channels divinity through her blade, lighting it to crackle with golden light. Her eyes glimmer with silvery wrathful light as she stalks forward, step by step.

The warlock at the head of the pack of three, a slender wood elf, stumbles back a step as she approaches, footfalls silent as a cat's, teeth bared in violent promise.

She stops about a foot from him, and stabs her sword into the ground between them, a small tremor trembling out from the point of impact, the earth at the door crackling with divine energy.

The warlock at the front flinches back.

She leans into his face, barely inches apart. "I suggest you run. Because if you lay a hand on my friend, I'll flay you alive and use your skin as a flag to my lord and his vengeance," she whispers. "Do I make myself clear?"

The trio doesn't answer, sprinting off into the city proper instead.

"Well, that went well!"

"Vas."

"I mean, you were quite scary there!"

"Vas."

"Really intimidating, couldn-"

"Vas."

"Yes?"

"Remove the hex from them."

"...funny thing about that-"

"VAS!"

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[oldestenemy]

the deathless, the undying, and the unwilling divine - part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The staircase is long, the sound of their boots echoes against stone with every step. It’s better this way. It has to be this way. They can’t risk losing anyone else.

Especially not for something that would be wholly their fault.

The others will understand.

They have to understand.

The chamber at the top is wide and open, a deep set oval with a skeletal dragon peering in through a large hole in the ceiling along the far end. They can see where the duel circle lies. They can see the green glow beyond the darkness that is undoubtedly Malistaire’s waiting form. Swirling in some unknown power and waiting to appear when they are close enough to hear him speak.

It’s strange. They hadn’t had the time or space of mind on Xiabalba to notice the difference, but Malistaire’s power here is cold. It is Shadow the whole way through, steeped in Death but unmistakable for the deep crushing weight of the dark. It is far from Death wreathed in Fire—the way he’d felt atop the Great Spyre, trying to wake the titan from slumber and bend it to his will. They wonder too if that dragon perched atop the roof spits white-violet fire.

They don’t step into the throne room yet.

Shaking hands leaf through their deck, pushing out anything they figure won’t be of use.

They can do this.

They’re stronger now than ever.

Miles beyond where they had been on Xiabalba.

And if they fail—well, at least it will mean someone else has to save the world for once.

You don’t truly believe those words.

No.

They don’t.

But they are not going to dignify Raven with an audible response today.

They are here to get away from her after all.

The wizard takes a deep breath, steps forward into the hall—and finds themself wrenched backwards by the arm into the safety of the staircase landing.

“Wizard!” It’s Penny, her grip like a vise even through the padding of their armor. She looks angrier than they’ve ever seen her. “You left again—what were you thinking!” Malorn is close behind her, Duncan and Marla a few steps below.

“This is too dangerous for all of you,” the wizard replies, trying to take their arm back and frowning when Penny refuses to let go. “I can’t lose anyone else—I won’t—Malistaire almost killed me on Xiabalba, I can’t protect all of you at once, I—”

“You’re not supposed to!” Malorn snaps, “You’re supposed to trust that we can hold our own and fight with us. We’re here to help, you have to let us.”

They laugh, it rings out the open doorway and through the hall, they hear the responding creak of the skeletal dragon as it shifts towards the noise. “Where was I ever meant to learn that!” They push back, “Everything up until now—all of it—I’ve done alone! Malistaire. Morganthe. I hesitate once and a whole civilisation pays for it! I unburied some long lost horror just because Merle Ambrose and his useless council couldn’t be bothered to lend a hand—more than that sent the help I found myself away as soon as I reached the hive…” They’re shaking with the effort not to scream. It can’t be like this. It can’t be done. “I killed Lorcan, in front of all of you, not even in the duel! I tore him apart with my hands!”

And he had deserved it.

But that blood is on their hands.

This isn’t just about keeping them safe.

“You aren’t doing this alone.” Penny insists, “We aren’t going to let you.”

“Let me,” the wizard echoes, trying and failing again to pull their arm away, weaker this time. “like every one of you isn’t afraid of me on some level. I’m not doing this just because I don’t want you getting hurt—Malistaire was your professor—someone all of you looked up to whether you knew him well or not—I’m just—I’ve already had his death on my head once—” they look desperately to Malorn, hoping he will understand why they’re doing this. But he looks just as resolved as Penny does not to let it happen the way they want. “—you saw how much I hated Dragonspyre afterwards, how much I wanted the reminder to just go away, I can’t—I won’t let that be something all of you go through—this isn’t—dammit Penny let go!”

“No.” Penny’s voice is firm and she squeezes their arm in emphasis. “Not until you promise we do this together.”

“We heard him, in Nidavellir, we saw your memory of facing him in Azteca.” Duncan says, and he’s looking at them like he’s suddenly understood something. “You were right, he’s not alive, so this isn’t a death, it’s setting things back into balance. It’s releasing a spirit.”

“Even then—”

“—and,” Marla cuts over their words before they can start again, “no offense, but you weren’t—and aren’t—a Death student. There’s more to the curriculum than just summon ghouls, we know how to handle the passing of a life, not as a destruction but as a completion, as the natural looping point of the cycle. In some ways, it’s our job to handle the things that spit in the face of death, that try and avoid it or twist away from it.”

There is a ring of truth to the words of your friends, and you feel them sink in to your unsettled mind like cool water. The sharp urge to deny them ebbs away, like a wound washed clean.

The wizard hates that they cannot tell whether Raven’s words are the cause or merely the description of their own feelings. Hates more that it is likely the latter. They’ve never known her to overtly shift their state of mind, so there would be no reason to start now.

Their arm falls slack in Penny’s grip.

Shoulders drop.

Eyes burn.

“I—” Penny drags them the rest of the way forward into a hug that knocks what little air is still in their lungs out. They freeze, arms half up, stiff and still like a startled animal. “I’m sorry.” It’s barely audible. They don’t know what to do with their body. It’s very very rare anyone is this close to them, even moreso for something as gentle as this.

Breathe.

They’re remembering to breathe.

“It’s okay.” Penny says softly, squeezing them tighter when they finally return the hug. “You’re okay.”

The wizard is nowhere even remotely near the ballpark of okay.

But at least, for the moment, they’re not alone.

And that will have to do.

Read the whole series here <3

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[fusillisarah]

Thoughts about Kingdom of Ash 💫

I finally finished throne of glass yesterday, and I’m sharing some thoughts on my experience. (“Finally” is super subjective… it took me maybe 3 weeks to slam through them all 💀)

****general spoilers ahead!!****

Yrene and Chaol were my favorite couple.. they were super fleshed out and seemed super realistic. I personally didn’t really connect a lot wirh RowAelin, but that has more to do with me than with them I think lmao. I’m just personally more a fan of an alpha male hahahaha

This isn’t a criticism more of a wish, but I’m soooo depressed Elide and Lorcan weren’t fleshed out more!! They deserve the world

Dorian is (again, in my opinion) the MOST INTERESTING CHARACTER! His growth? Unmatched. I feel he has the most realistic character arc, I felt like if I went back today answer read it would break my heart with his growth into this jaded man. Ugh. His relationship with his father? How he killed his father? How his father found him and Aelin? Heartbreaking. His brotherhood with Chaol? So realistic. Manon? His shape shifting? Sorry he’s literally unmatched.

Manon. Fucking. BLACKBEAK!!! Oh my god I rarely cry at books and the only time I cried at this series was the Thirteen’s sacrifice. She’s so complex ugh I want more…..

One more thing about Elide and Lorcan- I honestly really appreciated SJM’s decision to not “give Elide immortality” to be with Lorcan, so much we see the non-immortal become immortal to be with the immortal. I feel like it made them so much more realistic, that Lorcan would rather live her mortal lifespan and make the most of it. It just broke my heart in the best way!

I know I’m gonna get hate for this, but I didn’t read Assassins blade (gasp). I know I know, but I got through Queen of Shadows and got greedy and didn’t wanna go back in time 💀💀. I do regret it though, maybe my next read through I’ll read it. I felt like there was a fair bit of characters that I basically met in Empire of Storms that I knew I shoulda met before, you could tell with the language that SJM uses. My fault. I feel bad.

Do. The. Tandem. Read. Nuff said.

Overall my hangover is gonna be insane. It already is insane. I think I may read Icebreaker next just to break up my epic fantasy… and then maybe Twilight? Or I also wanna crack into Divine Rivals but I think I need some spice after all this war 💀.

Thanks for reading!

#manorian #elorcan #throneofglass #kingdom of ash #empire of storms #queen of shadows #rowaelin #chaol #yrene #Chaol x yrene #Dorian #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin galathynius #tog #sjm #manon blackbeak #manon x dorian #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre

[juniperpyre]

marlene & mckinnon family hcs

marlene has a brother that's four years older than her named lorcan, he was in his fifth year when she started hogwarts

lorcan was the quidditch captain fourth year onward, he got on the team his second year and was an amazing talent, and he was james' first captain

marlene adores lorcan, who spent a lot of time taking care of her when they were younger, as well as his summers supervising her until marlene was 13

their parents owned and ran a bar that served both Muggles and magical folk, takes pounds and galleons. it is technically not illegal but the MoM does not like it

lysander and morgan are their parent names

they've been grassroots activists their entire lives and advocate and organize for liberation from the magical/Muggle dichotomy. that's why their bar is open to all kinds

their bar is called Agnew's Public House. it was one of the main planning locations for the Squib Marches in 1969, which means Marlene got a front seat to the action

marlene is the most mature of her grade because her parents gave her independence and were very honest with her about the state of the world

marlene went to Muggle primary school after lorcan started hogwarts ('67, '68, '69, '70)

her family are great diviners and use smoke divination primarily

her parents, as well as marlene and lorcan, hate the MoM and avoid working with them during the war (which in canon starts in 1971)

they are heavily involved in the resistance against voldemort and join the order despite their misgivings about dumbledore

one of the reasons that they're targeted is their skill, as voldemort is also interested in divination and prophecy

another reason they're targeted is because of their network, they're connected to squibs and werewolves and people on the run, and present a real alternative to voldemort in a way dumledore does not

#marauders #marlene mckinnon #m #my work #marauders hc #marlene mckinnon hc #my hcs #mckinnons

[shyvioletcat]

A/N: Not gonna lie to you, I got a little lazy on the editing towards the end there. I might come back for another go at it but my brain was just like mmm, no thanks. Hope you enjoy? this chapter. Thanks for reading!

~ Made of Ashes Masterlist ~

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All up Aelin was in hospital for three days after giving birth to Elspeth. When the midwives found out she was a single mother they talked to her about staying in for an extra few days to get the hang of things. Aelin was hesitant at first, her own mother would be staying for a little while to support her through the chaos that having a newborn in the home would entail and help her get on her feet. She’d weighed the decision that first day in between hearing tests and weighings and check-ups. Staying wasn’t a necessity, despite being single Aelin would have support from everyone around her, she’d even caught wind of some kind of roster being made up. It might have been her independent streak kicking in again, or maybe her desire to learn everything she could firsthand from people who worked with babies every single day—either way Aelin agreed. 

But when her milk came in, holy gods she was glad she stayed. Aelin hadn’t expected for it to hurt as much as it did. As if her body hadn’t already suffered enough, the way her breasts were swelling and aching all over had her crying more than once. She tried every trick in the book to try and alleviate the pain and discomfort, listened very closely to every lactation lesson the midwives gave her. By some divine blessing little Elise cottoned on to the whole eating thing pretty quickly and made things that much easier for her mum. Didn’t completely stop the pain or the unavoidable blistering though.

Over those days in hospital visitors came and went to meet the new addition to the family. Her father had come as soon as he was allowed, Aedion wasn’t far behind only having been slowed down by his own child’s need to sleep. Lysandra had helped Ruben hold his baby cousin and Aelin hadn’t missed the longing gleam in Aedion’s eye as she sat with the two children on her lap. The only non-family member who had come to see Aelin and Elspeth was Elide, bringing snacks and a congratulations card from Korbin made with help from Lorcan. He’d left his own message in the card, a surprisingly sweet gesture from him. Their car ride to the hospital had brought him and Aelin closer, it seemed. 

Then on day four of Elsie’s life, Aelin packed up her things, said goodbye and thank you to the midwives, and left the hospital with her daughter in her arms. It was exciting, all these months of varying pain and uncertainty and now Aelin had her baby in her arms. Her mother carried the bags and Aelin held Elsie close as they walked out to the parking lot. Evalin was beaming just as much as Aelin was, already so in love with her granddaughter. Both grandparents were besotted.  

Rhoe Galathynius was easy to spot when the trio stepped outside the hospital doors. If his still imposing height and build didn’t give him away, his overflowing bubbling excitement would have. He’d parked as close to the entrance as he could get, leaning on the car while he waited. There was pure elation on his face when he spotted them. He darted forward to take the bags from his wife, stealing as many glances at Elsie as he could, then hurried back to the car to load them in. By the time Aelin got to the car he was done and was instantly hovering around her, kissing his daughter’s forehead before gently rubbing over Elsie’s beanie. 

“How are you today?” he asked, eyes excitedly darting from daughter to granddaughter. 

Aelin shrugged. “Oh you know, getting there.” Concern flashed over his face and she felt the need to reassure him a little more. “I’m fine, Dad, really. It just takes a minute to get over the whole birthing a child thing.”

“Okay yeah, that’s fair,” he responded, then Elsie took up his whole attention. “Hello, little princess.”

He looked like he wanted to take the baby, he was so excited and so enamoured that Aelin almost passed her over disregarding her own need to get home. But then Rhoe took a step back and held his hands up like he was defeated. 

“Let’s just get you two home,” he said, evidently the battle with himself over what to do had been an internal one. “I’ll get my cuddles later.” 

“That’s very rational of you, Rhoe,” Evalin teased her husband, kissing his cheek. “Shows a great deal of selflessness.” 

“I really can’t wait to be in my own bed,” Aelin admitted aloud. 

Still smiling, Rhoe opened the back door where the baby seat was and Aelin eased the infant into it. She had spent a solid hour when she’d bought the thing reading the instructions and going over all functioning aspects of it and made sure her parents bought the exact same one. So, Aelin knew how to do this. Each arm went through the straps and then prongs went into the buckle. As much as a newborn could, Elsie looked displeased by the whole thing. Her little brow was scrunched and she pouted, she even managed a little squawk when Aelin readjusted her beanie. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon enough,” Aelin said and lent over for a quick kiss on her head before closing the car door. 

“Do you want front or back?” Evalin asked.

“Back,” Aelin said and headed around the car. 

Her father was waiting for her again, holding the door open and closing it behind her once Aelin was safely inside. After clicking in her buckle, Aelin reached over to check on Elsie. A tiny fist flailed and Aelin caught it, running her thumb over the soft skin. Suddenly worried that Elsie was too cold, Aelin looked for something to cover her with. 

“Hey, Mum. Can you pass me a swaddle from the nappy bag?” Aelin asked, realising very quickly that all that she had carried out was the actual baby. 

There were a few moments of rustling and then Evalin reached back with a swaddle in hand. “Here you go.” 

Wincing at the pain from reaching over a little more, Aelin tucked the fabric around her baby. One of Elsie’s legs kicked out but besides that she seemed to be okay with being covered. She even managed to hook a little fist under the muslin and work it into her mouth. Aelin smiled, she was so in love right now. Each little movement Elsie made was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. 

By the end of the twenty minute drive Elsie did start to get restless. Unless sleeping, this was probably the longest she had gone without being in someone’s arms. By the time they were parking under Aelin’s apartment building Elsie was starting to cry, little broken sounds that announced her displeasure. Aelin tried her best to soothe from where she sat but it wasn't enough. 

As soon as the car was in park Aelin was moving, the belt unbuckled before the engine was off and then out of the door. By the time Aelin had got around to the car seat Elsie had decided she well and truly had enough. 

“Oh, my darling. Just hold on,” Aelin murmured. She flicked off the swaddle and pushed the red button that released the buckle. Scooping Elsie out of the car Aelin held her to her shoulder and started rocking gently from side to side. 

“Here, you go get settled and we’ll bring up your things,” Evalin said as she passed Aelin her keys. 

Aelin gave her mother a grateful smile and was moving straight for the elevator. Shushing and whispering sweet words the whole ride up, when the elevator stopped moving Aelin was never more thankful to reach her floor. Her boobs were starting to feel heavy so it was very likely that Elsie was fussing because she was hungry. Unlocking her door Aelin nudged it closed behind her and went straight for the nursery. She was in the rocking chair a moment later, working the buttons of her shirt and then unclipping her bra. The latching was still a little bit of a fumble but Elsie was hungry enough that she didn’t care. 

It went quiet and Aelin sighed. She was home, they were home. An immediate feeling of contentment settled over her. 

“I know we rushed in but I hope you like your room,” Aelin said softly. “Your Granddad and my friend worked very hard on it. They wouldn’t even let me help. They’re a touch overprotective but they do it out of love, trust me.”

Aelin sat in the quiet, and eventually eased her phone out of her pocket. There were a few messages, most from Lysandra just checking in. She left them unanswered for now, just taking a moment to ground herself after the scramble to get in. Leaning her head back, Aelin closed her eyes, humming some random tune. When her phone buzzed again she peeked an eye open, seeing that it was just a text from Aedion. Once she had both hands free she would have to reply.

Aelin’s phone drew another thought, an unwelcome one at that. She’d been so busy and distracted she hadn’t thought much about the voicemail Rowan had left. There were no regrets over what she had done, she had no desire to hear what he had to say. She’d worked through her own closure, she knew that it was over. The only reason she had kept his number in her phone was to help avoid situations like this. So she would know if and when he decided to contact her and evidently it had paid off. After what he had done and said to her, he did not have the privilege of dividing her attention from the new focus in her life. He no longer held any importance here, he had served his purpose and even though it had taken months for her to work through the pain and grief of it all, Aelin was determined not to owe him anything. 

And yet she couldn't deny she was curious as he had said. 

A soft whimpering stopped wherever that thought was now going. “You done now, huh?” 

Aelin propped Elsie up, holding her steady with a hand under her chin and re-clipped her bra. Then she grabbed a burp cloth from the caddy that was prepared for this exact purpose. Rubbing and patting at Elsie’s back, Aelin waited for the burp and most likely a little bit of spew. She’d had plenty of practice with Rue so at least with this Aelin knew what she was doing. Everything else she would take in her stride and learn along the way. She was ready for it. 

“It’s you and me now,” Aelin told Elsie, rubbing her back. “This will be your room, and my bedroom is just out that door. So anytime you need me, you just let me know and I’ll be right there, I promise. We’ll make this our own little world where no one can hurt us. Somewhere for you and me to work things out, no matter what comes.” At that, Elsie burped and a line of whitish drool followed. Aelin wiped it away, then lifted her daughter into her hands so that they could look at each other. It took her a moment, but Elsie’s eyes settled on her mother’s face and Aelin felt something flutter in her chest at that soft recognition. Smiling, and with tears starting to gather Aelin said, “Welcome home, Elspeth.” 

~~~~~

Rowan had given up hope of a reply. After leaving the voicemail he’d had instant regret and if he could he would have deleted it himself. That wasn’t an option, so there had been a few tense days where Rowan was wound tight, just waiting for something that evidently was not coming. After four days of silence and looking at his phone with his heart in his throat at every notification that lit up his screen, Rowan accepted it. Aelin would not be returning his call in any shape or form. That moment of vulnerability had cost him nothing but his pride.

Work was his solace. It was still that steady constant in his life he could rely on, that he could fixate on and only see constructive results. Through everything his job had not failed him… when just about everything else had. 

He was at his desk now, going over a proposal from one of the lower managers. It was decent but it would need some tweaking if it was going to make the best impression. Rowan was caught up on a line so when there was a knock on his door he didn’t look up straight away—he read over it once more, added a note and then looked up. Finding Maeve standing in his doorway was a surprise. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise it was you,” Rowan said, trying not to sound startled. “Please, come in.” 

Those last words weren’t necessary because Maeve was already walking towards Rowan’s desk. She looked refined, as always, today wearing a dark pencil skirted dress and low heels. In her early 40s Maeve was still an attractive woman, in a severe and imposing way. She leant on his desk, his side so Rowan had to roll his chair backwards slightly to see her better with a little more distance between them. 

“I was just dropping by to let you know that I’ll be heading to Rifthold in a few weeks. I don’t expect the place to burn down in my absence, but,” there was a delicate shrug of her shoulder and she gave him a knowing smile. Cairn’s epic blunder was still fresh in everyone’s mind and Rowan had no idea why Maeve still kept him around. “Of course I’ll be leaving you in charge while I’m there. But then again, I was wondering if you’d like to join me?”

The question took Rowan by surprise, his brows pinching as he considered it. There was no need for him to go to Rifthold, and there was no real desire to. If Rowan went it would be superfluous, he’d do much more for the company here. He might lose his carefully constructed focus if he left now. 

“I think I would be of more use here,” Rowan said mildly, not wanting to cause offence. 

Maeve’s lips curled into a smile and she went to say something, but that was interrupted by another knock. This time Rowan eyes darted to the door straight away, and was surprised by his visitor yet again. His mother stood there, her face stern as she stepped into his office fully. 

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said, her voice overly polite. 

“Not at all,” Maeve said coolly. 

“I was in the area and thought Rowan might want to join me for lunch,” Iris explained.

“What a lovely idea. Take your mother to lunch, Rowan. You deserve it after what you’ve done.” Maeve stalked out of the office, Rowan eyes followed her. He was surprised to see the venom in his mother’s eyes as she watched his boss go too. Maeve was almost completely gone when she took a single step back to resituate herself in the doorway. “If you change your mind just let me know, it's my treat.”

Maeve left, her heels clacking on the floors as she did. The door was shut by his mother’s hand just before she asked, “What was all that about?” 

Rowan shrugged. “Just work.”

“Hmm,” was Iris' very short reply.

“What?” Rowan asked, trying to decipher whatever she was trying to get at and failing. 

“After all you’ve done and her treat. What might that be?” Iris pressed, readjusting the light jacket on her arm. 

“Just work things,” Rowan said. “She was asking if I wanted to go to Rifthold on a work trip, I said no.” 

“I see.” Iris still sounded apprehensive. “So are you available for lunch?”

Rowan thought it over. His first instinct was to say no, but then he also knew that the only reason his mother would have to be in this part of the city was to visit him in the first place. And now that she was here he might as well make it worth her while. Rowan had been dodging calls and texts, so this was her drastic measure to connect with him and give him some peace for a short while. Iris Whitethorn was known for her relentlessness— she would not give up on him. So this would buy him some time, however short a respite it might be. 

“Yeah, I am. Did you have a place in mind?”

They ended up at a quaint little cafe, not too far from Rowan’s office building. The small talk was very brief as they walked through the regular lunchtime rush. They both ordered a sandwich and a coffee and silence fell as the wait for their food began. Rowan’s phone went off, giving him a small escape. It was from Lorcan with nothing important to say. Rowan had quite a few unread messages from his friends actually. They hadn’t taken precedence, something else had drawn away his attention. This one, like those other messages, wasn't urgent and he’d get back to it later. 

“How are you, Rowan?” Iris was ready to cut to the chase. “Now that things have… settled.”

“Things are fine,” Rowan said reflexively. 

His mother let out a heavy, almost disbelieving, sigh. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

“There is nothing to talk about,” Rowan protested. He’d given his family all the information they needed. He was a 27 year old man, he didn’t need them hovering or fussing over him. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Iris lent on the table, her brown eyes searching over him. He let her look and letting her come to her own conclusion. She sighed again, sitting a little straighter. “Where are you, son?”

Rowan knew what she meant, truthfully he’d been feeling it as well. He hadn’t been his full self for a while. That’s what happened when you had shut down parts of yourself just to function. There were more important things to focus on. Things that were productive. Things that had outcomes he could proactively work towards. “I’m right here.”

His mother gave him a look like she didn’t quite believe him.

~~~~

“I don’t know how I'm supposed to do this.”

Aelin was sitting in Elsie’s room, Fenrys and her daughter in there too. She was leaning on the cot watching as her boyfriend sat very still while her daughter applied ‘make-up’ to his face. It was a wooden playset, everything painted and not an ounce of powder or lipstick in sight. But from how seriously Elsie was taking the task it was like it was the highest end make-up kit money could buy. She’d watched Aelin enough to have a decent grasp on what to do, dabbing the brush over the painted eyeshadow palette and sweeping it over Fenrys’ eyelids. He sat perfectly still, a perfect model for the toddler’s needs. 

“I suppose—” Fenrys was silenced with a finger to his lips and a harsh shushing sound from Elsie. Aelin laughed, Fenrys was doing a good job of laughing silently without shaking too much, but evidently that wasn’t good enough. 

“Stop,” Elsie demanded, putting her hands on his shoulders to try and stop the movement. “Still, Uncle Fen.”

“Sorry, Pumpkin,” he said, his voice shaking a little as he tried to rein himself into the level of seriousness Elsie needed. 

She glared reproachfully at him, which made Aelin laugh harder and Fenrys’ lips pulled tighter. Eventually he was able to be still enough for Elsie’s satisfaction. 

“Lips now,” Elsie told him and dropped the eyeshadow brush and reached for the red wooden lipstick. 

“Ah, just your colour,” Aelin said. “Good choice, my darling.” 

The smile that spread across her daughter’s face told everyone in the room that she was very proud of herself. Elsie ran the lipstick over Fenrys’ pouted lips a few times then she stepped back. 

“Stay here.” Then she ran out of the room. 

“Should we follow or?” Fenrys said, leaning back on his hands.

Aelin shook her head. “I think our instructions were very clear. If she’s gone for too long I’ll go and investigate.”

They were silent for a moment, listening to where Elsie had got to then Fenrys said, “As I was saying before, I suppose you have to find a way to get into contact with them and then go from there.”

Aelin sighed, shifting so she was laying on the floor. Since she had decided to talk to Iris and Evander Whitethorn about their granddaughter she had been faced with one dilemma. It was how. 

“You mean I have to go to Rowan first,” Aelin said, feeling the weight of the words and what that would cost her—a decent amount of pride. 

“It does seem like the most logical course of action, yes,” Fenrys concluded. 

“Mmm, I don’t want to,” Aelin said petulantly. “It’s not fun.”

“I don’t think it’s supposed to be fun,” Fenrys said. His words could have been teasing but they weren’t, both his tone and face were as serious as Elsie’s face had been a few minutes ago. 

“So I just…” Aelin waved a hand above her flippantly, “just knock on his door?”

“Stalking him is your other option, maybe another chance meeting in the elevator. But the simplest solution is to knock on his door,” Fenrys said matter of factly. 

“You’re right,” Aelin’s voice was dejected.

The sound of little feet running sounded and got louder, turning her head Aelin saw Elsie run in with two fistfuls of tissues. Confused, Aelin was about to ask why when Elsie stood in front of her made up model again. She held out a handful of tissues and Fenrys dutifully took them. 

“What do I do with these, bud?”

“Like ‘dis.” Elsie took one of the tissues from the fistful she hadn’t handed over to Fenrys and roughly folded it before smacking it between her lips. “Like Mama does.”

Fenrys sent Aelin a questioning look, obviously not fully understanding the demonstration. Aelin rolled onto her stomach and then pushed herself up onto her knees and shuffled over. Fenrys watched her with a bemused smile. She took the tissue from him and showed him how she blotted her lips. 

“Oh, oh okay. Gotcha,” Fenrys took back the tissue and did the same. 

“All done!” Elsie exclaimed. “You beautiful, Uncle Fen.”

Fenrys caught Elsie, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, you did such a good job.” 

When he let her go Elsie grabbed up one of her soft toys and started the make-up process on them, leaving the adults alone for the moment. For a minute Aelin just watched her daughter play, and she could feel the soft smile on her face. Elsie babbled away, some words decipherable and some not. It was just nice to watch these small, adorable moments sometimes. Aelin looked at Fenrys, and he was watching Elsie play as well but she could see a glint of mischief in his eye

“What?” he asked when he felt her gaze on him.

Aelin poked his arm. “You’re planning something.”

“I just want to play, too,” Fenrys explained, the mischief spreading to his mouth where it curled into a very handsome lopsided smile. “It would be a shame for that teddy bear to refuse a makeover. Maybe he’d rather, I don’t know, tackle the make-up artist instead. 

“No, Fen. Leave her be, she’s having fun,” Aelin admonished playfully. 

“But she could be having more fun,” Fenrys complained, but pulled his girlfriend into his lap—thus preventing him from following through with his plan. 

They both went silent, content to just sit and watch for a while. Then Aelin sighed and with her head leaning back on Fenrys’ shoulder she looked up at him. 

“So, I’ll knock on his door. Might as well get it over with and do it tonight, huh?” 

Fenrys nodded, “Yeah, and considering we don’t actually know how long they’ll be staying.” 

Aelin felt her anxiety rise, snuggling in closer to her boyfriend for comfort. “Gods, what must they think of me?”

Fenrys hugged her tighter. “They’re rational people, I’m sure they understand.”

Aelin hoped to the gods her boyfriend was right. 

~~~~~

Rowan had barely heard from his parents since he told them about Elspeth. Once he had explained everything to them, his parents had sat there in shock barely noticing when their food arrived. His father took the news better than his mother did. Evander just blinked a few times, then gave a slow nod. On the other hand, Iris Whitethorn was never one to hide her emotions and Rowan saw the hurt, anger and confusion play out across her face. 

She had thrown one question at Rowan, and he hadn’t been able to give her an answer. The question had been why he hadn’t said a single thing about any of this to them. Rowan had been here for months and hadn’t said a word to his parents about anything that had happened with Aelin or Elspeth. When they had checked in he’d given his standard reply of being good, just busy with work. He rarely replied anything different, but his parents knew the drill. Their checking in, either way it went was more about touching base. But something like this would have required something more that Rowan wasn’t ready to figure out how to say. 

Then his mother had said something else that was still nagging at him. She had looked at him, tears brimming in her eyes and said, You’ve been dealing with this all on your own?

He had, he hadn’t considered doing it another way. Shame and embarrassment had prevented him from saying anything. And also the fact that he had so little to go on. Since arriving he’d only taken minuscule steps towards any kind of reconciliation. Telling his parents that he had a name and a handful of painful interactions was not ideal. He did not want to tell them about how he had been petty and angry and caused even more damage. It was still gut wrenching to remember Elspeth’s devastated face, tears in her eyes as she struggled to understand why a stranger at her door had been yelling at her mother. 

After a tense lunch Rowan had dropped parents off at their hotel and heard next to nothing since. He didn’t want to push, it was a lot for them to process. That had been Wednesday and now he was on his way home on Friday evening, leaving on time for the first time in a long while. He didn’t have the drive to keep working. 

Rowan parked his car in his spot and just as he was turning his car off a call came through. In the split second just before dash went dark je saw that the call was from his mother and he went scrambling for his phone. It was in his back pocket and just as he was about to swipe to answer the call cut out. 

“Shit,” he muttered and unblocked his phone and tapped the number. His free fist clenched as he waited for an answer and it only took two rings for it to go through. “Hi, Mum. I just got home and I was getting out of the car.”

“Hello, Rowan,” his mother replied softly. “Nevermind that, I’m just glad that we could catch you.” 

“What’s up?” Rowan asked, cringing at the lame question. He sounded like a teenager again. 

“We were wondering if you’d like to go to dinner. I was expecting you to still be at work so we can’t meet you in the city,” Iris said. 

“No, no. That’s fine, you can come here,” Rowan said, relieved that his parents were finally reaching out. 

There was a pause. “Are sure that’s all right?”

“Absolutely.” Then he realised why his mother might be hesitating. “It should be fine. I’m happy to have you.” 

“If you’re sure,” Iris hedged. 

Rowan let the eagerness he was feeling come through in his voice. “Yes, come over whenever.” 

“We’ll leave soon. Just send us your address.” That had been enough and his mother finally relented. 

“Will do, see you soon,” Rowan said. 

“Bye, son.” 

Rowan sent off his address as soon as he’d hung up and headed for the elevator. There was nothing in his kitchen that would serve three people so he looked up nearby take out places to see what his parents might like. As he was passing Aelin’s door he thought about giving her some warning, letting her know not to leave within the next half hour or so, but he decided against it. The chances of a coincidental run-in would be slim. His parents would arrive around dinner time, so it was likely Aelin would be eating herself or out. The chances would be very slim. 

When his parents did arrive about half an hour later it was clear they had arrived without incident. After some stilted discussion they decided on Thai takeout and Rowan put in the order. Then they sat in the living area, tension heavy in the air. Rowan didn’t know what to say here, entirely unsure of how to move forward. It struck him again how stagnant he was. There was nothing more he could offer them. 

“We understand why you didn’t tell us, son,” Evander said evenly. He was always the steady calm in their family. “It was just a lot for us to take in.”

Rowan nodded. “Yeah, I get that.” he’d been in the exact situation. “I’m just sorry I can’t offer you more.” 

“That’s not your fault,” his mother cut in, her voice tight.

“It is at least just a little,” Rowan said, trying to lighten the situation. 

Iris made a non-committal sound but his father at least cracked a little bit of a smile. 

“What are your plans? What are you going to do about this?” Iris asked. “Do you get to see her or anything?” 

Rowan shook his head. The last agreement that he and Aelin had come to was that he would keep his distance. It was only in the common areas outside the apartments that he ever saw his daughter. The last few times he couldn’t help but interact more than he was probably technically allowed. When Elspeth had run into that elevator he’d been caught between amusement, exasperation and fear. She had been so happy and those giggles had stayed with him. She was such a little light.

“I don’t know,” Rowan admitted quietly. “I just… Aelin is calling the shots. She says we’re doing what’s best for Elspeth. There were a few times things didn’t go great and Elspeth got upset, so what she says goes. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s so,” he stopped when his throat felt too tight and he swallowed. “She’s so little.” 

His mother was sitting on the couch, she moved closer to rub a hand on his back. It was the first real comforting gesture he’d had in a long time. Rowan couldn’t find anything else to say, and neither could his parents it seemed. None of them said anything and the quiet was only broken by a knock on the door. 

“That should be the food,” Rowan said. 

Before he could move, his mother was getting up. “I’ll get it. 

Rowan didn’t protest, he was feeling heavy and honestly he didn’t want to move. He was watching a spot on the coffee table trying to gather himself when he heard footsteps coming in—belonging to more than one person. Confused as to why the delivery guy would come into the apartment Rowan looked up. Only to find Aelin there, standing next to his mother. 

~~~~~

Aelin left Fenrys and Elspeth eating a bowl of ice-cream, a treat that would keep her daughter entertained and distracted while she left the apartment. It wasn’t that many steps to Rowan’s door but it took Aelin much longer than it should have to get there. Then it nearly took her just as long to raise her fist to the door and knock. She was being ridiculous. This was nothing, all she had to do was ask Rowan for a phone number then she could casually and inconspicuously bolt home. After rapping on it three times it didn’t take long for the door to open. Aelin had instinctually been taking a step back, but then took another when Iris Whitethorn stood there instead of her son. 

“Oh,” Aelin breathed. “Hello, Iris.”

“Hello, Aelin.” The tone of her voice made Aelin want to retreat yet another step. 

Iris had always been an open book, it was one thing Aelin loved about the woman. But now her emotions were too easy to read and that guilt swelled up inside Aelin. Iris and Evander had never been unkind to her in any way, and she had repaid them for that poorly. 

“Can I come in? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” Aelin asked. 

Iris nodded. “I’m sure that would be fine.” A very subtle reminder of who’s apartment they were walking into. 

This was not what Aelin had planned at all. Without another word Iris turned and went inside the apartment. On the too pristine couch and armchair sat Rowan and Evander both looking equally shocked to see her standing there. 

“Hello, Evander. How are you?” Aelin said. 

“I’m good.” There was no reciprocation of wellness enquiry. 

There were a few heavy beats of painfully awkward silence. Aelin bit the bullet, unable to take it anymore. “There’s something I’d like to discuss, I’m sure we all know what it’s about.”

Iris took a seat on the couch, Aelin was unsure what to do so she just kept standing. The three Whitethorns looked at her expectantly. But it was Rowan she made eye contact with. “Alone. Please.”

Gods, Aelin felt like a bitch for doing it—for sending Rowan out of the room in his own apartment, but this was something she did not want to discuss in front of him. If this had gone like she originally planned she would never have gotten this far into the apartment in the first place. Rowan looked like he was about to argue, there was a recognisable flash of anger in his eyes. But he didn’t act on it. He just got up and walked out. Aelin waited until she heard a door close before she faced Iris and Evander. 

“I know Rowan told you, he came and asked me if he could. I said yes… Now here we are.” Aelin was babbling, and it was not in the least bit graceful. “Um, so. If you would like to meet Elspeth while you are here we can work something out. I want to work something out. I’d love for you to meet her.”

Aelin looked for Iris’ reaction, and she watched as her face softened, there were still remnants of anger there but there was also compassion. 

“What did you have in mind?” Iris asked. 

“Tomorrow, if you’re free, we can go to a playground and you can meet Elsie,” Aelin rushed out. 

“Elsie?” Iris repeated quietly. 

Aelin nodded, she hadn’t meant for the nickname to slip out. It didn’t matter though, it wasn’t something to hide. “Yeah, that’s what I call her.” The awkward silence started to build again and Aelin decided this might be the best time to run. “I was thinking maybe around ten? That’s really the best time of day for her. She’s fed and she’s happy and it’s well before nap time.” 

Evander looked at his wife and she was nodding. “You just let us know where and we’ll be there.”

“It’s the one just around the corner,” Aelin said, but when they looked at her a little blankly she realised her mistake. “If I can get a number I’ll text it to you.” 

It was Evander who reached into his pocket and handed over a phone. Aelin quickly typed her number in and saved it before handing it back. “Just send me a message so I have it and then I can let you know if we’re running late or the weather is bad or whatever. Then we can meet some place else.”

“Will do, Aelin,” Evander said kindly as he took back the phone. 

“Okay, yeah. Well, I’ll go and see you tomorrow.” Aelin gave them a weak smile, she was more than ready to leave  

“See you then,” Iris said. 

With a final nod that really sealed in the awkwardness of the encounter Aelin turned on her heels and left, only letting out a heavy breath once she was outside the door and shaking her limbs out for good measure. Then she was walking, physically stopping herself from running. She didn’t stop moving until she was in the safety of her own apartment. 

By now the ice-cream was finished and Elsie was watching cartoons on the TV, tucked under a blanket and hugging her doll. Fenrys was in the kitchen, tidying up, but he dropped what he was doing when he noticed that Aelin had walked in. 

“How’d it go?”

Aelin went to him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. Fenrys reciprocated, holding her tightly with one arm and tilting her head up with his hand. 

“Hey, what happened?” He asked, eyes darting over her face. 

“They were there,” Aelin said. “I went to ask Rowan for a number to contact them but his parents were there. So, I just asked them right then. They said yes, they want to meet her. 

Aelin was trembling a little, to try and hide it she went back to gripping her boyfriend a little tighter and using his t-shirt to block out the light. 

Fenrys wrapped both arms around her now and kissed her head not once, but twice. “That was a really brave thing you did. And it was the right thing to do.”

For the second time that day, Aelin hoped he was right.

~~~~~

It’s been a hot minute since I posted so I’m a little nervous about this one *nervous laughter*.....

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[live-the-fangirl-life]

Divine Intervention

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn

“The Ouija board says you’re a little shit.” / “Oh my gods, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”

Written for Rowaelin Month 2022 Day 7: Holiday Celebration

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Rowaelin Month | Halloween Collection

Warnings: Language

1132 words

*This is purely fun, I dont any intend offense to those who believe in or perform the practices joked about in this fic.

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The storm outside raged on.

Thunder roared and howling winds tore through the night as lighting fractured the darkening sky; each blinding flash illuminating the dark canopy of rolling clouds, and giving form to the barren tree branches that crashed against each pane of the solarium’s large windows. Glass rattled in its aging frames as it withstood the onslaught of convulsing bark and torrential rain.

Inside, protected from the dangers both natural and otherwise, dozens of candles flickered, slowly melting and casting shadows across the faces of everyone in the room.

As the door closed on the mix-matched group of seven, shutting them in and setting the scene for the night ahead, the cacophony of sounds was muted by the old house, but nonetheless sang a haunting melody perfect for Halloween Night.  

Aelin took that as her cue.

“The time has come!” She clapped, demanding everyone’s attention, and gestured towards the round table in the center of the room surrounded by seven cushions. “Take your place so that we may reach out to the spirits of the beyond.”

Aelin was nothing if not committed. If she decided to use her uncle's mansion as a Halloween haven then she left no inch undecorated. If she chose to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters then she would buy the best damn candy she could find. If she was dressed up as a fortune teller...then she was going to tell some fortunes. And there were no other people she would rather do so with than her friends in this room, regardless of whether they appreciated it or not.

“You’re as much a fortune teller as I am a nun,” Lysandra shot back but grinned as she plopped down on the floor to Aelin’s right and adjusted the short Wonder Woman skirt around her. Aedion, sitting down on Lysandra’s other side, chuckled as he fanned his Superman cape behind him.

“I’ve been bestowed the all-seeing gift by Saint Halloween himself,” Aelin retorted, settling in, and waited for the rest of their group to take their seats.

“It’s Halloween – All Hallows Eve,” Rowan huffed a laugh, taking one of his plastic knives and resting it between him and Aelin, “there is no Saint Halloween. This isn’t Valentine’s day.”

Fenrys removed his eyepatch and chimed in with a smirk, “And are you trying to say this so-called Saint is from the same belief system as –”

“Would you just— okay— c’mon— can we immerse ourselves, please?” Aelin groaned. But just then, another bolt of lightning flashed and lit up the room. She muttered a quiet thank you under her breath before reclaiming her character. “The spirits are near.”

Draped over the table was a rich, plum-colored, crushed velvet cloth. The only thing atop it was the opaque crystal ball cradled in its stand directly in front of Aelin. She leaned in close, trying to pull attention to the crystal –

“Weren’t you two,” Aedion interrupted, waving a finger at Elide and Lorcan, “supposed to be the Fortune Teller and Knife Thrower?”

Aelin sighed, drawing back from the table, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She rolled her eyes and looked at her Rowan. “Yes. But this one refused to wear the wig–”

“And we,” Elide jumped in, leaning into Lorcan’s shoulder, “look more like the Adams’ than those two blondes ever will.”

Not that Rowan was blonde…white…silver…close enough; the point still stood. Especially since Elide and Lorcan’s Morticia and Gomez Adams were scarily accurate. And this way, Aelin could have a little fun. So what if the Fortune Teller dress was a few inches too short?

“Broaden your minds!” Aelin urged in an airy vibrato as she swept her hands above the crystal. “You must look beyond! The art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the Inner Eye!”

Aedion leaned closer to Lysandra and whispered, “Isn’t that a line from Harry Potter?”

He wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was. Especially when Elide confirmed from his other side, “The movies, not the books.”

Ignoring them both, Aelin lifted her voice. “We call upon the divine spirits this dark and stormy All Hallows Eve. Reveal yourselves on this night as the barrier between life and death is at its weakest.”

Fenrys snorted.

She paused with both hands raised in an overdramatic flourish and cut a sharp look his way. The tipsy Pirate didn’t even try to hide his smirk as he jerked his head towards a board resting on an old truck in the corner of the room. “The Ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

He groaned and shot Rowan a glare when the man’s elbow jabbed into his ribs. Across from them, Aedion coughed, trying his best to hide a grin.

Arching a single brow, Aelin held Fenrys’ gaze, but then her attention flew back to the crystal ball and she drew in a sharp breath. She ignored the stares she felt boring into her as she leaned closer to the opaque crystal and gingerly touched her palm to its surface.

“Oh, my gods, I think the crystal ball is working,” she explained breathlessly. Nodding quickly, Aelin looked between the ball and a now wary-looking Fenrys. The others mirrored her and leaned closer, out of curiosity or belief, she wasn’t sure, but she placed both hands upon the crystal and closed her eyes, focusing. A second later, her eyes snapped open, and her stare immediately met the Pirate’s. “The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”

A loud snort came from Lorcan’s direction, and the next moment Elide was laughing too; the sound quickly echoing around the circle. Even Aelin couldn’t help the way her lips ticked up into a smirk before pulling herself back into character.

“Tonight, I shall look into the great beyond to discover your futures.” Aelin kicked the fog machine she’d set up under the table until silvery plumes swirled in the air.

She then swapped her low, lilting voice for a rapid, quickfire one that could’ve marveled a master auctioneer. “I am not licensed – in any capacity legally, spiritually, or otherworldly – a fortune teller, clairvoyant, oracle, or other synonymous authority. All actions performed tonight are purely for entertainment and should not be used as a basis for any life-altering decisions; any of which, I shall not be held responsible for. Any and all predictions, premonitions, or readings I divine are not legally binding and cannot be held as evidence in a court of law.”

She took a pause for breath and the momentary silence was immediately filled with more of her friends’ laughter. This time, she fully welcomed the grin spreading across her face.

“Now!” Aelin cried, once again adopting that wavering cadence to her words. “Give me your hands, and let us look into the beyond!”

*****

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[writtenonreceipts]

Aelin Week Day four

i literally cannot sleep.  enjoy a headcanon list of what happens when Rowan is away.  written on the fly. it’s chaos.

A Queen in her Castle

It’s a few years after the war over a quiet weekend when Rowan tells her

He and the boys are going on a hunting campaign out in the Staghorns.  It’s been a long few years since the war and sometimes the memories have been a bit too strong.  For them all and they’re trying to adjust. So he, Lorcan, Fenrys, and Vaughn are going to take a trip, like the old days.

Aelin teases as she does and tells them “Go, be big, burly Fae males.”

Rowan is unamused.

The first day that Rowan is gone, Aelin lets herself sleep in.  He’s an early riser and Aelin never likes remaining in bed without him.

So she is up early, but she doesn’t do her usual training.  Instead, she does things a little different.

She decides to dance around the castle. Why not?  She is queen after all.  She dashes from hall to hall, sliding in her socks because shoes aren’t necessary. There’s no one visiting the castle anyways and she’s done with all her important meetings.

In between spurts of dancing, she sneaks into the kitchens and finds a delightful looking chocolate cake sitting on a tiered platform.  It looks divine.  But it has a not efrom the kitchen staff kindly asking her to not cut into the cate.

Aelin swipes a taste of frosting instead.

The next day is much the same, dancing, singing, piano, frosting swiping, book reading. Everything to her hearts content.

Until Aedion tells her to stop being lazy and come train with him.

Never one to turn down a challenge, Aelin agrees.

And promptly gets in trouble.

When it comes to training, especially with Aedion, things can get out of hand.

They might have broken a window of four.  And Aelin had to put out a fire that was not started by her in the first place.

Simply put, it is chaos.

But Aelin does best in chaos.  So, the next two days go by quickly.

Finally, Rowan returns and they trade kisses and touches and stories.  Rowan teases her for the admission of swiping frosting and sleeping in. She tells him he smells and may as well sleep outside.

He insists with her help that a bath will put him good as new.

It’s later when they’re lying curled together in bed that Rowan with hold her close and run his lips along her skin before asking how the weekend was, really.

And Aelin looks into those beautiful eyes of his and answers honestly.

Lonely.

None of it was the same without him.

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[cew644]

Our calamity campaign poster! our last session is next week 🥺

It's an apocalypse campaign, to try and halt it. To at least lessen its effects we gathered the gods to seal off the other planes, but before we left on our respective missions, Espar and the goddess of mourning turned out to be puppets of the Oblivion. We left Espar behind and banished the goddess, and our group teleported to the source of the Oblivion's madness. Next session we fight it, and it'll be the end 😭

From left back to front:

Brimholdst - our aasimar forge paladin who dreams of only being a hero. No matter the cost.

Lorcan - our firbolg spore druid/ranger and follower of the goddess of mourning. He's the first person to ever resurrect a person and has ascended into the god of change.

Foxglove - the undead fairy Warlock. He followed the god of death but after cursing his name lost his powers. He left our party to journey home and find himself.

Vylwen - our human bloodhunter. His family is cursed with disease. For generations they've tried to atone for their forebearers sins to no avail. Vylwen left his family to find a cure himself.

Espar - ???? Our amnesiac buddy. After finding out that he was a part of a hive mind of bugs worshipping the god of oblivion, we tried to show him a new family. But just before the final battle his mind and body were possessed and he's vanished.

Vindex Pax - my aasimar war cleric and worshipper of the Goddess of War. Formally a human healer named Medicus. When she ascended into an aasimar she cast away her old self to devote herself to defending and protecting the people of the world. She's since ascended into the god of Safeguards

Klaus - the elven wizard. A scholar through and through and wants to understand the nature of divinity and the reason for the new gods. He's quiet and reserved but seems to want this knowledge to come to terms with the death of his brother.

#dnd art #dnd5e #dnd party #dnd character #cewart #oc art #I love this campaign so much #sad to be done it soon #i also hope we can save Espar #and that no one dies #I want pax to live so my DM can use her for future things in the setting lol

[galaxialdarktale]

A Little Nod to Inspiration - Divine Prophecy Style

So, fun fact about Divine Prophecy: it all started with a song. And then it was another song. And then it was frantic texts on the way to my physical therapy appointment to my significant other about this itty bitty idea that was forming in my head with these, as they call them, “brain scratchers” - don’t we love fellow creatives?

I want to expand a little here on the idea behind Divine Prophecy. So, to do that, I’m going to walk you down memory lane. I don’t have screenshots - the messages are way too far back, unfortunately - but I do have a vivid recollection of this all forming in my head. So, my little Cosmicalities, let’s get to it, shall we? (under the cut because I don’t trust Tumblr’s tagging system and there are mentions of abuse, so readers beware).

Song One: Goddess by Xana The lyric from this song that got to me was the line “cause I brought the God of War to his knees / with the back of my hand, wiped his blood from my cheek.” I immediately had this stirring of an idea of a Goddess who was married off young to an overly arrogant God of War - you’ll come to know him as Lorcan and her as Ameronis - and that he brought war home. Fights, both physical and verbal, were abundant, until Ameronis had no choice but to kill him in self defense (is it with her hands or her magic? I don’t know yet, you’ll find out as I do) - okay, I’ll admit, I liked that idea because hot Goddess ladies killing people just gets to me. I’m gay. Leave me alone. I knew I couldn’t leave the story at that, though! there had to be more plot, more conflict, more people than just these two. How could I do that, I asked myself. Easy. I hit shuffle and skipped until it hit me.

Song Two: mad at god by Sarah Saint James This song was a little trickier to find. I was using the “enhance” feature on an already made playlist, in the car on the way to physical therapy, barely awake, and shuffling through songs as I frantically texted my significant other the beginnings of the idea I had with Goddess. It took a couple of tries, but I found it - and had I not waited until the chorus, until the line “I prayed last night and I woke up the same size / and I fell in love with a girl this time and my mom says that isn’t right” - I wouldn’t have found it. Luckily, it slaps. This song gave way for the idea of the character of Iola, a human who then - well... I can’t spoil everything, now can I? Let’s just say, she meets Ameronis and is a huge character in the story. I’ve been having the time of my life making these characters, this world (literally, say hello, Minecraft worlds!), this blog to start sharing my ideas. And I can’t wait to share more with you as more comes to me, to be able to have snippets to share with you.

Here’s to hoping you all love this story as much as I do.

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[morganofthewildfire]

Water

Beach / Body

Here's part 3! It's cute and fluffy, hope you enjoy! I have a ton more prompts in my inbox, but I have not forgotten about them! I'm just slowly making my way through.

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The ocean was calm for once, the water peacefully still, the small waves lapping against the shore the only sound she could hear. The only sound besides Rowan’s heartbeat under her ear, beating steadily underneath his tan skin.

Aelin sighed, curling into him more as the hammock they were on swayed back and forth. They were on her private balcony, curled up under a blanket on the hammock overlooking the beach, the sunrise just beginning to creep up over the horizon. They were both still naked, and she didn’t think she’d ever felt more at peace than she did at that moment.

Maybe she should’ve been embarrassed by falling into bed with a person she’d met less than 24 hours ago, but frankly she didn’t care. And it felt like they’d known each other for ages anyway. It didn’t make sense, but she felt comfortable around him, like she could tell him anything and was safe.

Her head was on his chest, her hand tracing circles on his muscular stomach as he combed through her golden hair, the strands of it gleaming in the rising sun. Last night had been an absolute dream, the feeling of his skin against hers, the feeling of his heat inside her, wrapping her up in a haze of pleasure so divine she could do nothing but let go and fall into him. It had been spectacular, and she never wanted to leave his arms.

“We’re totally going to get made fun of for this later,” Aelin teased quietly, whispering the words into the quiet morning. Rowan chuckled, and the rumbling sound echoed into her skin, making her smile.

“I don’t think Lorcan can say anything,” he replied, “considering he’s probably in Elide’s room right now.” She laughed quietly, nuzzling into him a bit more. Her leg was already wrapped over his waist, but she scooted closer, wanting to be as near to him as possible. His arm tightened around her, signalling that he wanted the same.

The hammock’s gentle swaying was relaxing, the blanket to shield them from the night chill soft against her skin, but she kept herself from falling asleep, not wanting to waste these precious moments with him.

“Fenrys may have some words though,” she murmured, smiling. “I don’t think we hid it very well yesterday.” Rowan twirled a strand of hair around a finger.

“Hid what very well?” His tone was obviously teasing, knowing exactly what she meant, but she obliged him anyway.

“How hot we find each other.” She shrugged nonchalantly, moving to prop her chin up on his chest to look up at his face.

“Who says I think you’re hot?” He said loftily, and she snorted, smiling at him.

“You said it yourself last night when you were poun-”

“Okay, I get it, I get it.” He laughed and the sound was beautiful. She’d never get tired of it. She wanted to bottle it up and take it with her wherever she went, to have that little piece of joy by her side all the time. Whenever he couldn’t be there himself.

Her smile faded.

“I leave in two days,” she said quietly, gaze dropping to look at his chin instead of his green eyes. “And you leave just the day after that.” Rowan sighed, the sound much sadder than the laugh before.

“Back to real life,” he grumbled, “back to Doranelle.” Aelin immediately perked up, pushing herself into a sitting position next to him. The blanket fell away from her chest and she caught his eyes darting to look at her before furrowing his brows at her sudden movement.

“You’re not from Orynth?” She asked, a smile on her face. She’d never imagined this, never thought it could end up like this. “Not from Terrasen at all?” Rowan shook his head, frowning and stretching his arms to rest under his silvery hair.

“Doranelle born and raised.” He cocked a brow when she laughed incredulously. “You’re from Orynth, aren’t you? What’s so great about me living in a whole different country?” His tone was slightly offended, a hint of sadness in it, and she immediately shook her head, reaching forward to cup his cheek in her hand.

“My company is transferring me to Doranelle.” She was beaming so much her cheeks were starting to hurt. He pushed himself to a sitting position too, eyes narrowed like he couldn’t quite believe it. “I was dreading it, because I thought I’d be all alone there. But now I won’t be.”

Rowan made an incredulous sound, shaking his head before a smile of his own formed, and then he was leaning in and kissing her, so deeply it made her breathless. Aelin cupped his other cheek too as they kissed, and his hands held onto her waist, caressing the smooth skin as they devoured each other.

When they finally pulled apart, Rowan guided them to lay back down on the hammock, holding her around the waist so she was cuddled up in his chest. She didn’t think she’d ever been this content, and now she knew she could feel this way again. She didn’t have to leave him, she would just get to follow him to her new home.

#rowaelin #rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass #tog #one word prompts

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luna for the headcanons thing pls pls pls

Yes!!! I love giving Luna headcanons, so here ya go bestie!

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Luna Lovegood headcanons

First of all, definitely a trans girl, no doubt about that. She lived in a very open environment and was able to explore her gender identity at a young age. Her mother sewed her dresses to wear, long, flowing garments that Luna thought were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Her father taught her how to make flower crowns and crowns of leaves, and she’d wear them with her dresses.

She didn’t have to come out to her parents. Her femininity at a young age simply led to her simply stating that she was a girl, and that her name was Luna. Her parents were very accepting (and Xenophilius is trans himself because fuck you of course he is, so he was super supportive of Luna).

She named herself after the moon because her parents loved astrology and they taught her all the different planets and their moons, and all the different stars in the sky and how to spot the constellations.

The Lovegoods were definitely pagan, I mean they were all about nature and spirituality. They always marked every single holiday, staying up all night on the solstices, lighting huge bonfires, and making wreaths to wear. Pandora played the lyre, Xenophilius sang songs and Luna would act out stories and poems.

Cornish, and they speak the language as well because being bilingual is sexy.

Speaking of pagan, Pandora’s funeral would have also been pagan, obviously.

She’d have a natural burial, and Luna would recite a poem, and the rest of the family would also give eulogies, recite poetry, or thank the Goddess. Four members- including Xenophilius and Luna- would stand at each point on the compass and “invoke” each element (Air in the East, Fire in the South, Water in the West and Earth in the North) and give thanks to them. There would also be music at the wake, played by members of the family. Drums, tambourines, flutes etc. Luna played her mother’s favourite song on her lyre.

When she reached Hogwarts, I don’t think she was drawn to anyone in particular right away, I think she had better relationships with the teachers more than the students. She got on really well with Professor Sprout, and I think Hagrid really liked her too, because they’d talk about all the different magical creatures together, and Luna would tell him about all the creatures her and her father wrote about in the Quibbler.

Academically, she was very smart, and did well in most of her classes, but she didn’t particularly find a lot of them overtly interesting to her, unless she was able to put her own twist to it, which usually she wasn’t. In Potions, she wasn’t able to brew her own stuff, make up recipes, or use a variation of the recipe. Snape was much too strict with her and as a result, she didn’t do very well, which made her more upset than she would let on since she had been really good at potions at home.

She particularly shone in third year, since she was able to take classes more suited to her, like Astrology and Divination. Astrology was her favourite of course, and she’d talk about it all the time with Ginny.

However, in third year she also became particularly interested in DADA, mainly because she formed a strong friendship with Professor Lupin. Remus had been informed that Luna was trans, and since he is as well, they had things in common, and were able to talk about it with each other, Remus sort of taking Luna under his wing a little. They’d sit in his office and drink tea and Luna would give him copies of the Quibbler, which he’d happily read.

Luna was actually the first to figure out that Remus was a werewolf, but she didn’t tell anyone, not even him. She didn’t think it was her secret to share, nor did she think it changed anything. But she did find it fascinating, and read a lot of books on lycanthropy. After Remus had left, Luna told him that she knew and she asked if she could write some articles about it in the Quibbler, to raise awareness, or if he’d like to write any articles. Remus agreed to let her write something, and she wrote a three page article about werewolf inequality (but careful not to mention Remus by name). She did interview him about it, and he said that he was proud of being a werewolf, that it was actually very cool at times, but that it was simply wizarding society that had forced him to be ashamed. She wrote all this down, and it became the most bought copy of the Quibbler, as lots of students at Hogwarts wanted to read it, and they shared it with their friends and parents. So despite Remus not being able to come back to Hogwarts as a teacher, he did receive tons of letters in support of him from parents and students who had read the article and put two and two together.

Friends with Ginny by third year! Luna actually took a while to warm up to Ginny, thinking she was this loud, athletic, snobbish type, but then Luna got to know her and realised that she wasn’t that at all. Ginny was loud, but in a contagious laughter sort of way, and she could be very quiet and calm when she wanted to. She was athletic, but chatted animatedly about Quidditch teams, and Luna couldn’t help but listen. And she wasn’t snobbish, quite the opposite. She was the only person who listened to Luna, and discussed her ideas rather than swat them away impatiently. Luna made Ginny flower crowns, and Ginny stayed up with her all night during solstices. They became very close.

Ginny was the first student at Hogwarts that Luna told about being trans, and Ginny came out to her as being bisexual. And they were very supportive of each other, as well as being great at keeping each other’s secrets. They trusted each other with their lives, and would always stand up for the other. If Luna was getting picked on, Ginny would go feral and start fights. Although she eventually stopped, since it made Luna more upset. So she stuck to just being there for Luna (and maybe slipping a potion into bullies’ morning pumpkin juice that made them cluck like a chicken. But Luna didn’t need to know about that...)

That being said, Luna could get angry too of course. When she heard an older girl make fun of Ginny behind Ginny’s back, Luna wordlessly went up to her turned the girl’s hair blue with a wave of her wand. Ginny laughed her head off when she found out.

It was through Luna’s bond with Ginny, that she realised that she wasn’t interested in either the romantic or sexual side of relationships. At first she assumed that it was because Ginny was a girl, and she may not be attracted to girls, but it got her thinking about boys too, about everyone. And she just didn’t want that sort of relationship with anyone. She loved her platonic relationship with Ginny, and that’s how she wanted all of her relationships to be like.

I feel like she also had a close bond with Neville, and they gave each other plants as birthday gifts.

Projecting a little bit here, but Luna with Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder, spending hours by herself making up fantasies and constructing worlds in her head, making up new characters, and getting so invested in them that she regularly saw herself as her characters. I feel like this started because of the trauma from losing her mother. She didn’t tell anyone about it, or at least nothing in detail, but she tried to explain it a bit to Ginny, who knew to leave her alone when Luna would sit by herself.

MaD also made Luna a little more detached from her gender identity, especially if she was acting as one of her characters (again I’m projecting here) who were either male or genderless. She still identified as female, but in a much more looser, fluid way, and even experimented with she/they pronouns, which she eventually decided she liked. (If this were set in the modern world, I can also imagine her using neopronouns such as xe/xer or fae/faeself, though in the canon world, she may have also tried out it/its).

Doesn’t know much about the muggle world, but Hermione gave them a copy of Alice In Wonderland which they loved. And if I were to headcanon Luna liking a muggle band/artist they’d probably like anything psychedelic or nature-like, maybe the early stuff of Pink Floyd (yes, Dev, I’m thinking about Atom Heart Mother).

Went travelling after Hogwarts, where she met Rolf Scamander, and they hit it off immediately. Very similar to each other, and soon became close friends. I also headcanon Rolf as aro/ace so their relationship basically became like Luna’s and Ginny’s.

Their house was filled with all sorts of plants and animals. Rooms were lined with trees filled with Bowtruckles, and owls flitted in and out of windows, cats slinking about the place, so many frogs. My god, their house was wonderful.

Adopted Lorcan and Lysander because ffs not everyone has to have a nuclear family jkr 🙄. And parents also don’t have to be romantically or sexually involved with each other either; Luna and Rolf had a good relationship, both wanted to be parents, so they raised the twin boys together. And Lorcan and Lysander had a fantastic childhood, can you imAGINE?!

Godmother of Lily Luna, obviously. And Harry and Ginny’s kids loved going round Luna’s place, so more often than not, the house was filled with not only the entire natural world, but also a bunch of children running about the place.

Oh also, Luna has nymph ancestors. They just do, okay?

#luna lovegood #luna lovegood hcs #trans luna lovegood #harry potter #ask #request a character! #hp headcanon

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Hi! I'm new on tumblr and love HP next generation headcanons :-) I found your blog and thought I'd ask about some headcanons regarding: Hannah and Neville's kids, Oliver Wood's kids, Parvati/Lavender/Padma/Deamus/Dennis Creevey's kids and whom the next generation are dating :-)

Okay this is a lot but here we go:

Also yes I know that some of the canon characters ages are different but I don’t care. (The OCs and some of the ships are from an Instagram fanfic I wrote on Wattpad)

Kids:

Frank Longbottom II: he is Alice’s twin brother, a prankster, and hangs out with James, Fred, and Liam who are considered their generation’s pranksters. He is in Gryffindor.

Alice Longbottom II: she is Frank’s twin and hangs out with Roxanne, Arron, and Eliza. She is in Gryffindor

Eliza Flintwood: she is Liams twin brother and hangs out Roxanne, Alice, and Eliza. She’s in Gryffindor and plays chaser. She is also the Gryffindor quidditch captain.

Liam Flintwood: he is Eliza’s twin brother and hangs out with Fred, Frank, and James. He likes to play pranks with them and he also loves quidditch. He plays chaser for the Slytherin quidditch team.

Lucas Flintwood: he is 5 years younger then Liam and Eliza and he’s a Ravenclaw. He doesn’t like quidditch (which Marcus and Oliver were shocked to hear) and prefers to read.

Arron Finnigan-Thomas: she hangs out with Eliza, Arron, and Roxanne and is in Gryffindor

(The next few I just came up with because I had thought about them. Except for Matt who already exist I just only decided he’s Parma’s son son now.)

Colin Creevy II: he is in Gryffindor and is friends with Lucas. He is very outgoing and energetic. He wants to play chaser on the Gryffindor quidditch team.

Rose Brown: she is the daughter of Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil. She is in Gryffindor and loves divination.

Matt Goldstein: he is the son of Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil. He is in Ravenclaw in the same year as Hugo, Lorcan, Lysander, Lily, and Louis.

Ships:

Scorbus (Scorpius x Albus)

Lorgo (Lorcan x Hugo)

Tedorie (Teddy x Victoire)

Fred x Liam

Eliza x James (like his name sake he tried to get her to date him for years before she agreed)

Frank x Arron

Lily x Lysander

Louis x Lysander

Yeah I like both of them please don’t attack me

If you want know more about of these characters or ships (or a different next gen character) feel free to ask!

#harry potter #harry potter series #hp next generation #hp next gen #ocs #flintwood #deamus #lavarti #padma patil #dennis creevey #scorbus #lorgo #tedoire #headcanons #asks #ask #eliza flintwood #liam flintwood #lucas flintwood #arron finnigan thomas #frank longbottom ii #alice longbottom ii

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promise me your heart

elide x lorcan, alternate canon au, word count: 2458

Night had fallen hours ago, but still they did not sleep. 

A fearsome fire roared and danced in the pit they had built, encircled with marked stones. On the other side, he sat. 

The demi-Fae’s dark eyes were wide and could not stop moving, always looking at something new. The witch laughed into her mug of honey ale and drank deeply, the slightly sweet drink cool and refreshing. 

When she put her mug down, his eyes were on her. 

Elide felt her cheeks blush and turned her face away, cursing him for having this- this foolish, lovesick spell on her. No male made her blush. Not even this one, with his long, long hair and his black tattoos that wrapped around bronze skin rippling with muscles every time he shifted. 

She bared her iron fangs in annoyance, at no one in particular. Elide Lochan was almost six-hundred years old. She was the leader of the most feared witch clan in the world. She had killed men, women, males, and females with her bare hands and teeth. 

As for the beasts she’d slain, well, she kept their skulls as trophies in her vardo*, the white bones gleaming and shining, fitting in with the colourful drapes and carpets and adornments she had collected over the centuries. 

Elide tipped her cup up, only to find that she’d finished her drink. She grumbled and tapped an iron nail over the rim, stewing in silence. Her quick eyes glanced at the male again and her cunning mind wondered what to do with him. 

Three weeks ago, she’d found him. At the base of one of the towering and foreboding peaks of Morla. He’d hardly been breathing, curled into a tight ball, his weapons askew in the snow around him. Death had seeped from him, shadow-like strands skittering across the ice and snow covered ground. 

They’d seeked her out, herding her towards him. 

Elide had managed to drag him back to their camp and tended to him in her caravan, not letting another witch see him, not even her second, Manon. When the moon-haired witch had teased her, telling her she had gone soft for him, Elide had snarled in her face and gone back to his side, until the fever broke. Until he stopped having those… those terrible nightmares, she assumed. 

The ones where he thrashed and pleaded, speaking in an ancient warrior language, one she had not heard in ages. Once, tears rolled from his narrow eyes, screwed shut tightly, spilling down his high cheeks. Not knowing what to do and having the undeniable urge to soothe him, Elide had held his face and kissed his brow, whispering a soft prayer. 

She was startled from her musings when the very subject of them sat down next to her. He was so large that their shoulders, arms, hips, and legs were pressed together. Elide could feel his enticing warmth against her. 

“Are… are you the one who saved me,” he asked, his voice low and grating. 

“Yes,” she said, looking up at him. Maiden, Mother, and Crone save her. He was too tall. “What of it?” 

The male arched a brow and shrugged a large shoulder up, “Where I come from, it’s customary to thank one for doing you a favour. You saved my life and I should owe you a great debt.” 

“I have zero want for a foolish and young male’s debt.” 

“Young?” he choked, then chuckled. “I am anything but young. I’ve lived more than my share of centuries.” 

Without thinking, Elide replied, “As have I.” 

Shocked that such words and such information about herself had slipped from her round lips, Elide snapped her eyes to his. They surveyed each other in turn and the witch was the first to look away, a soft smirk curling the corner of her mouth. “You’re welcome.” 

He looked at her again and Elide clarified, “For saving your life.” She leaned just the slightest of bits into him. “You may call me Elide. Whatever do they call you, in your strange land?” 

“Lorcan.” 

Elide hummed and they both stared ahead. The heavy, booming drum beats slowly died and the witch looked around. Surely her fleet could not be tiring yet. Many, many a time their festivities raged on for days. 

Her worries were soothed when it began again and almost immediately, Elide glared at Asterin and Manon. 

Their fiddles, well worn and well loved, were nestled comfortably on their shoulders and tucked beneath their chins. They played a delicate and sweet tune and a loud cry of approval swept through the camp. 

Almost instantly, witches were surging to their feet and grabbing their loves, dancing around the fire. And then, the most golden of witches opened her mouth and pure heaven spilled from it. Asterin’s sun-flecked eyes sparkled, “I’ll swim and sail on savage seas, with ne’er a fear of drowning…” 

She looked to her cousin and Manon rolled her eyes of pure gold before singing in her rasping voice, “And gladly ride the waves of life, if you would marry me…”

For the next lines, they sang together, a perfect harmony. Elide’s second stared pointedly at her, subtly tilting her head. Elide scowled as her face heated. Never.

Stop being a wee witchling. I know you fancy him. 

How dare you, Blackbeak?

Manon’s satisfied grin, the fangs she wore on proud display glinting in the firelight, told Elide she’d let too much of herself show. And what are you going to do about it?

She fumed, but knew in her gut that Manon was right. 

“No scorching heat nor freezing cold will stop me if you will promise me your heart…”

Darkness, how Elide loathed it when Manon was right. And Manon was right all the time. 

Before she could do a thing, Lorcan was standing and his hand extended to her. She looked at it, her mouth popping open, her eyes widening. Elide snapped her head up to look at him, “What are you doing?” 

He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around. She could’ve sworn she saw red stealing across his cheeks. “Oh, well- I just- the others are- is–” Lorcan cut himself off, thinning his full lips in self loathing. “Would you like to dance with me, Elide?” 

“Yes,” Elide said, her response quick and rushed. She primly cleared her throat and stood. Before Elide placed her hand in his, she retracted her iron nails and gathered the skirts of her red dress in hand. “Shall we?” 

“Certainly, witchling.” Lorcan looked to the fire and smirked, awaiting her reply. 

She clicked her tongue, “Shut it, faeling.” 

“Oh, how you wound me,” he chuckled. 

Elide narrowed her eyes at him and sharply tugged him into the dance. She held their hands up and quirked her brow, “My waist, Lorcan.” 

His large hand curled around her waist and he pulled her closer, so that she was forced to crane her head up to meet his eye. “Now what?” 

“We dance, of course!” she laughed, dancing nimbly on her feet. Elide let Lorcan follow, his footsteps slightly slower. His head was bent, his brow furrowed as he watched her steps. With a surge of confidence, Elide leaned up, kissing the wrinkle between his eyebrows. Lorcan inhaled sharply, his eyes wide as he looked at her. She swallowed once and said, her voice far more unsteady than she liked, “Don’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles.” 

A large, booming laugh burst from him. Lorcan quickly picked it up and danced with her, urging her faster and faster. When he spoke, he spoke as if they were taking a leisurely stroll, “I’m six-hundred years old, Elide, I am not worried about wrinkles.” 

“Aha, I am six-hundred and one years old which means I know more than you,” she boasted. Elide squealed when Lorcan abruptly spun her out and snapped her back into his arms. Her hand came to rest on his chest and she could feel his heart beating against her palm, “Oh.” 

He smiled and she noticed the deep, dishy dimples on his cheeks, “Don’t fall behind, Elide.” 

She frowned in offence and switched her steps to something complex and beautiful. Lorcan only slowed for a moment before he matched her, step for step. Elide laughed then, her head tossed back as a pealing sound escaped her. 

Lorcan looked down at the ethereal beauty he spun, her cheeks rosy and eyes closed in delirious joy. 

As the music picked up speed, they went faster and faster and faster still. Elide’s blood-red skirts spun and flashed and twirled with her hips. Her hair shifted like dark waves of a troubled ocean and Lorcan was utterly, utterly bewitched by the divinity of it all. By the divinity of her.

That quickly, in such a flash, they tripped and stumbled, rolling to the flattened grass. They tumbled over each other, until finally coming to a stop. Lorcan was pinned beneath Elide, her knees bracing on either side of his hips. 

Their chests heaved and the off-the-shoulder sleeve of Elide’s dress slipped. Lorcan reached up, as did she, to push it back. When their hands touched, the both of them froze and looked at each other, analysing what they saw. 

Slowly, Lorcan sat up and Elide slid her fingers through his. He graced his fingertips over her regal cheekbone and felt her breath fan over his face.

He thought she might kiss him, her breath fanning softly over his face, but she didn’t. Instead, Elide shifted to sit next to him, “You must be hungry.” 

Lorcan was about to say, no, but his stomach protested and he cracked a grin, “Starving, but I do have to tell you, I don’t care for virginal sacrifices or young men. They scream far too much.” 

Elide stood up and offered her his hand, “The virgins or the men?” 

“The men, obviously,” he scoffed. He accepted her hand and stood.

She laughed again, that bright, warm and golden noise stirring something in his chest. “Right answer.” They walked to a large tent, one with beaded fabric walls. The tent’s entrance was pinned open, showing the glowing oil lamps and low tables laden with food and drink. 

Elide practically pranced in, holding her large skirts in her hands. She sat down and patted the space beside her. Lorcan walked in and took his seat, looking around him at the array of colourful, aromatic choices. “What should I choose?” 

She hummed, her sharp eyes searching the options. “Hmmm… try the saffron rice first, to start. Nothing too rich, your body is still healing.” Before she ate, she took a metal bowl filled with  water and gestured for him to do the same. Then, Elide took a stuffed pepper, its skin blackened by flame. She deftly scraped the burned skin off and began to eat. 

Lorcan scooped some of the yellow rice onto his plate and ate with his hands, not seeing any utensils. Elide didn’t seem to even notice, so he assumed it was customary. It was all very well, this was how he ate as a child, before everything, with his mother and his sisters. 

His throat ached with tears for a moment and Lorcan ate slowly, knowing that his stomach would ache if he went too quickly. 

The rice was gone quickly and when he reached for more, the witch stopped him. “Now try this.” She put a bowl of rabbit stew in front of him and his nose twitched, scenting the myriad of spices all melding together. Elide put a round piece of bread beside his bowl. “You need to eat more, you’re too skinny.” 

“Well, yes, I nearly froze to death,” Lorcan said drily, frowning when she patted his cheek a touch too hard. 

“Don’t be contrary,” Elide said. “Eat your stew.” Her hand rested on his cheek and Lorcan snapped his teeth towards her fingertips, laughing when she shrieked and snatched them back. “Devil Fae.”

“Devil witch.” 

Elide hummed in appreciation and they ate until their bellies were warm and full. 

Outside, the fiddles still played and the witches still danced, bright and merry. Elide and Lorcan took their plates and bowls and walked to the river behind her vardo. They washed in silence and stacked their dishes beside them. Warm and sated, Elide leaned against Lorcan and he wrapped his arm around her. Elide sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. She tipped her head to the side and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. “Will you be leaving soon, then?” 

His arm slipped from her shoulders and his warm hand fit into the cradle of her waist. The demi-fae’s voice was soft and low, his head leaning against hers, “Do you wish for me to leave soon? Your witches must not care for males.” 

“I do not care what my witches think about this,” she whispered, her hands finding his free one. “And I do not wish for you to leave.” Elide looked up at him, his face bathed in the light of the moon. Like she could not help herself nor control herself, Elide reached up and marked those beautifully untameable features of his. She ran her fingers down his cheekbone and dragged one down the ridge of his brow, following the path it made to his straight nose. 

Lorcan simply watched her, his eyes soft and dark as he surveyed her. Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the corners of his mouth. He hardly dared to breathe. Elide swallowed once before she pressed her lips to his, forced to rise onto her knees. 

He lifted his hand to cup her face. She sighed softly and leaned her cheek into his palm. When Lorcan tangled his hand in her hair to kiss her fully, Elide shifted to straddle him, her knees bracketed on either side of his hips. 

When he had woken in that foreign, vibrant and colourful carriage, Lorcan had not been scared. Something had settled in his chest, something he hadn’t known he’d been aching for. He had been too tired, too weak to explore it, to reason it. Too safe. 

“Don’t leave. Please,” Elide whispered, pulling back slightly. “Won’t you stay?

“I will,” Lorcan swore, for he had found it. 

He had found his heart, ancient and wicked and his in every way possible. And Elide, she had found the one to protect her, in this life and every life after. 

Even after the world went to ruin and damnation, they would remain this way, for they were finally home.

☽ ☼ ☾

*vardo: traditional romany wagon 

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