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mariaofdoranelle · 7 months
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this absolutely screams you and your writing skills and i'm so excited to see what you do with it
you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS 
we both know who's saying this to whom hehehehehe
CONGRATS ON 300 I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU
You Bought Me a Sword!?
Written for my Drabblefest
THANK YOU SO MUCH. You and @elentiyawhitethorn both sent me this one, but I’ll see if I have another idea for this prompt heheh love you two so much ❤️❤️
Also I made it canonverse!! (Aelin’s birthday in HoF to be exact)
No warnings, 524 words
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The weight in Rowan’s sack was heavy, but not in a way that made his muscles burn, no. Instead, it felt heavy for the way it filled his heart with excitement and anticipation.
It was the princess’s birthday today, and a trip that would take one morning easily became an entire day of looking for something that’d light up her face. It had been easier than he anticipated since the merchants of the town she charmed were more than happy to see him, showing him all their goods before he could ask.
Still, Rowan felt an unusual twitch in his stomach every time he tried to anticipate what Aelin would look like when she first saw it.
Entering the kitchen, it was as full as usual.
“Price Rowan.” Malakai got up from a stool. “Any news on the murder?”
At the same time, Emrys said, “Want some porridge, Prince?”
“No,” he answered Malakai, then turned to Emrys to say the same, but stopped.
It was mid-afternoon, and Aelin almost burned out days ago.
He grabbed some porridge to take upstairs. Rowan found her lying in bed, reading a book she lent from another demi-Fae from the fortress.
The princess whipped her head towards him, the afternoon sun streaking into the room making her golden hair look like a halo. “How was it?”
“Predictable.” He opened his sack and grabbed one of the two packages. “Happy birthday.”
“You didn’t!” Aelin jumped off the bed. “I thought your gift was leaving me alone.”
“That’s insulting,” With Fae speed, he whisked the package away from her when she reached for it. “but I don’t think I could grant you such a gift, Princess.”
“Good.” Aelin gave him an adorable coy smile and extended her hands towards him, clenching them. “Now I want to see the gift you can give me.” She opened the package with a loud gasp, a thrilled gleam in her eyes. “Chocolate!”
Aelin sat up on the bed, tossing one into her full lips. And she moaned, the sound so unintentionally lascivious Rowan had to glance away in order to calm down the roaring in his blood.
“God, I missed those. Thank you.” She smiled at him, her eyes so content she looked intoxicated by the chocolate truffle.
“And…” he turned to grab the—
“You bought me a sword!?” When he handed it to her, Aelin’s jaw fell slack. “It’s so pretty!”
Rowan frowned at the overjoyed princess. Really, that was what she was thinking about? How the sword looked, not the first-rate steel or the easy grip of the hilt?
She was flailing the sword award, posing with it. “I’m going to be so dangerous now!”
“You like it?”
She bent her knees, side-thrusting the sword. “Fuck yes, I do!”
“Good.” As quick as his heartbeat, he took it from her hands. “I’ll keep it with your other blades.”
Her shoulders dropped. “Oh, come on!”
Rowan barely heard her protests, he was just swallowing his conflicted feelings down, repeating one thing to himself until he believed it.
Rowan was not, under any circumstance, physically attracted to that childish display of swordsmanship. Absolutely not.
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maxverstoppen · 3 years
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masterlist
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Hats Off
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A Dream Come True
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I’ve Got A Secret
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nalgenewhore · 4 years
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Hmm how do you feel about rowcan university au bc I know I should be writing una Bella vita but I can’t get this idea out of my head and it’s begging to be written
i feel VERY good about this actually :)) 
The class bustles as every student packs up their things, eager to leave. It’s sunny and warm outside, perfect for a Friday. 
Rowan moves a little slower than everyone else, meticulously putting his laptop in his bag, then his writing materials, and stacking his textbooks on top of each other. 
His head is down as he stands, shouldering his bag and stepping around his seatmate to get to the stairs. Rowan almost always sits at the back - it’s quieter and he can see better further away due to his farsightedness. 
With his long legs, he passes countless other students quickly, all while hugging his textbooks to his chest almost protectively. 
Someone laughs loudly, a happy sound coming from their belly, which causes Rowan to look up momentarily in confusion. In that moment, he runs into someone and his books crash to the floor. 
“Shit,” he says, crouching and bumping his head into someone else’s. Rowan looks up, his green eyes meeting deep, inky irises that belond to... Lorcan Salvaterre. Immediately, blood rushes to his cheeks. 
For some reason, Lorcan blushes as well and he gathers Rowan’s books up, his smile lopsided as he hands them back to Rowan. “Sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t see you.” 
Rowan is dumb-struck, unable to form words. “I- um- it’s- you-” 
Lorcan chuckles, still holding one of Rowan’s textbooks in his hands and tapping his fingers against the spine. For a short time, they remain in a semi-comfortable silence, until someone yells something and Lorcan whips his head to the side, scowling fiercely. Rowan follows his glare, flushing once again as he catches Fenrys’ wink and looks away quickly. He thought he was subtle with his little, irritating crush. 
Lorcan looks back at him, “Ignore him, he’s an idiot.” He says it loud enough for Fenrys to hear and they laugh quietly when they hear Fenrys’ offended gasp. “Um, here’s- it’s your book. I guess I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later?” 
Rowan nods, putting the book back on his stack and smiling softly, “Yeah, I guess you will.” 
Those dark eyes spark with something happy and mildly shocked. Lorcan’s full lips curl into a pleased smirk and he murmurs, “I’d like that.” 
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highqueenofelfhame · 3 years
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potions master
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“Daddy,” a little voice whispered loudly from his doorway.
Rowan looked up from his laptop, noticing that a few of the students he was teaching over zoom also looked up at the screen at the sound of his five year old daughter’s voice. Rowan offered her a small smile and pushed back a little from his desk, eyes roving over the outfit she wore. Today, Kiran was a witch. She seemed to be wearing one of Aelin’s more tame, black nightgowns, a scarf, and a black and purple witches hat atop her silver hair. Her green eyes were blazing as she stepped into his office and held up a small plastic cauldron that was full of some sort of liquid. “Do you want to try my magic potion?” 
“I absolutely want to try your magic potion,” he told her, stomach already clenching at whatever atrocity he was about to consume.
Halloween had become Kiran’s favorite time of the year. It was October 12th, and she was already in high gear for the holiday. In fact, she’d been begging to decorate the house for Halloween as early as September second, and Rowan and his pregnant wife had let her have exactly what she wanted. Aidan, their current youngest child, didn’t really care. He was three and destroyed anything no matter what holiday it was or how much he liked the decor. 
For the last week, Kiran had been standing on a step stool in the kitchen while Aelin watched from her perch on a barstool across the island. She mixed all sorts of spices together with milk, or water, sometimes gatorade or sodas, all while mumbling gibberish or doing her best to speak words that she’d heard her parents use from the Old Language to activate the magic potions. Twice she had tried to make Aidan drink them, and both times he’d started screaming and crying so much that it made Kiran cry because he didn’t like her potions. Aelin was four months pregnant and just the smell of the potions made her stomach turn, which left Rowan as the prime potion tester. 
“What’s this potion for?” 
Kiran giggled as Rowan took the little cauldron from her, her little fingers covering her lips as she scrunched her shoulders up to her ears. She looked every bit the menace that she was, taking way too much after her mother in everything but the coloring of her hair and eyes. 
“It’s a love potion!” She said it so loudly and with a little hop for punctuation.
It made Rowan smile and he heard his students start laughing. He glanced over, momentarily wondering if he should shut off his camera, but decided against it. Peering into the little cauldron, it appeared to have a milky base and was full of so much cinnamon and cloves he could smell it. It couldn’t be that bad. He’d definitely had worse. 
Or so he thought, until he downed it all in one brave gulp. It was a mistake. An immediate mistake, because not only was the cinnamon and clove flavor so overpowering that it was making his throat burn, but the kid had dumped so much salt into her potion that it tasted like a very botched chai latte. Rowan fought the grimace, swallowed the mouthful of liquid, and sat back in his chair for a moment while he waited for the potion to have it’s desired effects. 
About sixty seconds after sitting and watching his daughter eagerly bounce on her toes with anticipation, he sprang from his chair and shouted, “Aelin? Fireheart? Aelin, my love?” and with a wink at Kiran he bolted down the hall toward where he knew his wife was relaxing on the couch.
She had barely moved from the last time he’d seen her, though now her feet were propped up while she watched the Great Adarlanian Bake Off. Aelin’s lips immediately turned up into a smile as he knelt beside her and began to press kisses all over her stomach, her hands, up her arms to her face. Kiran was cackling behind Rowan as she clapped her hands and hopped up and down with glee. 
Aelin began laughing into his kisses while he professed his undying love for her over and over, allowing him to kiss her as many times as he saw fit to please their daughter. She draped her arms around his neck, holding him closer for a longer kiss. 
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
“My kid asked me to taste a love potion so godsdammit, I’m going to taste a love potion,” he replied, pressing another few kisses to her lips. 
“How was it?”
“Would you like to lick the cauldron to find out?” Aelin wrinkled her nose and shook her head, and Rowan knew she was fighting to make a joke about the innuendo that was laced in his words somewhere. He pressed another kiss to her mouth and stood, dropping a kiss to Kiran’s head while he made his way back to his office. 
He was halfway down the hall when he heard his wife say conspiratorially, “I think it worked.”
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elrielllll · 3 years
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I just want to help
A/N: Hey guys! So this is an extra scene from one of my previous mini fics, I just want to help. Remember that?😅 You don’t have to read the other 3 parts to understand this one, but if you fancy some elriel angst- it’s right here !
I missed writing these two in this universe so much, so I hope you enjoy!  
Word count: 1432
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She was tired. She was sick of it. She was fed up. And she wanted out. Those were the thoughts that were running on repeat through Elain’s head. 
It was midnight, or sometime after that, she wasn’t really sure, and she was alone. She was in the garden, eyes closed, letting the night's wind kiss her cheeks, feeling the gentle sting as it touched the tracks the tears had left on her skin. The robe she was wearing was thin, it was the first one she’d come across and Elain couldn’t bear to go back inside, and her toes curled into the damp soil in protest to the thought. 
Why did he do this? 
Elain… she just didn’t understand. She only wanted to help him, to heal him, to make him see that he had a friend. 
He’d come home injured. It...it had physically hurt Elain to see him in pain. Alone. In pain. And then he let her heal him and she’d thought that she may have finally gotten through to him, broken past the harsh words, looks, the dismissals. She knew of course, that it was all an act, a defence but it had knocked her back time and time again. He had said thank you. That she did a good job and she helped him. 
But then he’d closed the door in her face, and with the sound of the lock clicking the echoes of his past words floated towards her. 
I don’t want you here.
Leave. 
I don’t. Want to be friends with you.
I don’t want your help. 
Usually less would have put her off. But that wasn’t the worst thing. No, the worst was how they clanged around in her hollow chest. Elain wished that she could say that it was a new feeling for her, but of course it wasn’t. But maybe- maybe worse than that was the look he’d gotten in his eyes when she’d told him she wasn’t going to let him push her away. 
“I’m not going anywhere Azriel. You can push me away all you like but I’m not going anywhere. I’ve already got shot for you, what worse is there?”  
“A lot.” 
“Then I guess I’m going to find out.” 
And it was there- right there in his eyes. Hope
“You should leave.” 
“Probably.” 
“I don’t want you here.” 
“That’s a shame. Because I’m not going.” 
And again- hope. 
“You’re staying?” 
“Yes.” 
Hope. 
It was that memory- of that hope that seemed to haunt her more than anything else. It was like she was an addict, she wanted more and more of it until his eyes were shining like honey and the cloud of doubt was gone. Through all this, even if she was crying, in the garden, in the middle of the night because of him…she couldn’t hate him. And she still couldn’t stay away. 
Elain could fight for something just as well as anybody else. 
And she truly believed that he deserved a chance. 
Slowly, through all this thinking, her breathing had evened out and the tears had stopped. She felt strangely at peace. It was odd, and there was no way for her to describe why she felt like that, how on earth she wasn’t angry or upset, she didn’t know. 
Maybe it was her visions? Maybe they knew something she didn’t yet. Maybe he was worth it. 
Lots of maybes and no certainties. That seemed to be Elain’s new certain. 
The wind picked up the speed, whipping around her bare ankles and she shivered, opening her eyes and pulling her robe tighter around herself. She was aware of her hair falling out of it’s messy braid but she didn’t have the effort to move it. Then the gust of wind died away, and in its place was measured footsteps. 
They whispered on the grass and a single shadow coiled around her foot. She smiled down at it gently, fondly almost. She was fascinated by them, how they worked, why and where they came from and why this one in particular seemed to like her. Much the same questions she had for the male they belonged to- though perhaps excluding the last one. 
She was tired. She was sick of it. She wasn’t really fed up. She didn’t want out. 
A throat cleared lowly behind her and she lifted her head. She stayed quiet, and slowly, so slowly he moved to her side. 
Elain felt like she was moving through water, like the peace she’d felt was making her sluggish as she glanced to where he stood. He was close enough that she could reach out to him and touch his hand. 
She didn’t. 
He didn’t speak, and he didn’t look at her. So she didn’t speak and she didn’t look at him. Instead she looked at the patch of poppies that had been struggling recently. They were doing better now, a lot better. It had seemed that an extra bit of love and time was all that they’d needed. 
A rough sound from her right caught her attention. She let her gaze flick to Azriel and saw him swallow heavily before clearing his throat for the third time that night. So Elain took pity on him. 
“How’s your side? A lot of pain?” 
He didn’t look at her when he spoke. She thought that perhaps he was seeing his own Elain right in front of him. 
“No,” he said roughly. “No, you did a really good job. Thank you.” 
Elain dipped her head. “Of course.” 
There was a pause and the air sat heavy between them. Then he said: “ you’re crying.” He must have looked at her then. Elain was uncomfortable with how much that made her feel. 
“I was,” she said simply and she caught him nodding tightly out of the corner of her eye. His shoulders tensed. 
“I-” he started- then stopped himself. His jaw clenched and his shadows drew closer to him. The one by her foot remained. 
“Why are you here Azriel?” Elain finally asked. She was tired. She was sick of it. 
He was silent for a long time. Maybe thinking, maybe ignoring her, she didn’t know. 
When he spoke, it was so low that she barely caught it. 
“I don’t want to be alone.” 
Elain wasn’t sure that she’d heard him correctly. But then he spoke clearer. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Maybe it was the garden that made him open, showing her the faintest hint of himself through that fissure that she’d managed to create. He said it again, to her this time. 
“I don’t want to be alone.” 
“You don’t have to be.” 
Azriel glanced at her in surprise, and in all honesty, Elain was surprised by herself too. That was normally the kind of thing she said in her head and kept for her alone. 
“You don’t have to be alone Azriel,” she repeated, taking in a deep breath that tasted of flowers. 
His voice was like silk. “Are you lonely?” 
Elain didn’t want to pretend. “Sometimes. But I’m working on it.” 
That seemed to strike him. He didn’t speak for a while and she didn’t push him.
Eventually he moved towards her, his shadows moving until they encased them both. 
“You’re cold,” he said and Elain couldn’t help the smile. 
“And you’re very observant.” 
Maybe his smile was like a whisper and that was why she couldn’t hear it. He lightly shrugged out of his jacket and held it up tightly between his hands. “May I?” he asked and Elain nodded. He reached around her to drape the jacket over her and Elain’s breath caught as his breath brushed her cheek and his fingertips lightly trailed her arms. The scent of him surrounded her and she couldn’t fight to keep her eyes from fluttering closed. 
He was gone as soon as he arrived. As he stepped back he told her, “I have to go. I’m sorry.” With a powerful beat of his wings and a new gust of wind he took off, leaving her to watch his silhouette against the bright night sky. 
Elain thought that maybe his apology was for more than just leaving. 
She snuggled further into his jacket, warm from his body and let herself feel covered by his scent. It was heavy, like he was here with her. 
Elain was about to walk back inside when she felt a tickle on her ankle. Looking down she saw that he’d left that little shadow with her. A smile pulled on her lips and she gripped the lapels of his jacket tighter. 
She was tired.
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theladyofdeath · 4 years
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City of Starlight {teaser}
An A Court of Thorns and Roses & Throne of Glass Crossover, Modern AU fanfiction.
Based on a prompt sent in for the 5k follower contest winner, from Anonymous: “Competitive arts school tog x acotar crossover”
Summary:  Velaris School of the Arts is the most prestigious school of talent on the continent. Whoever wants to be someone wants to get in. As her senior year of high school is coming to an end, all Aelin Galathynius wants is to go to the city of starlight and play music. Feyre Archeron, however, longs to paint for the rich and famous. Painters, singers, dancers, actors, and filmmakers come together in friendship, love, and lust, and find that they have a lot more in common than they thought.
A/N: Shoutout to @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty​ for helping me with prepping and writing the teaser. I’m excited to start this one! Angst & drama + fluff & romance = City of Starlight. Here’s the teaser.
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City of Starlight {ACOTAR/TOG crossover}
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Aelin looked around her empty bedroom. 
Four years of high school had come and gone, and now she was left looking at empty purple walls and bookshelves that had been cleared. She left a few things, of course. She couldn’t take everything with her to Velaris. Her bed still had her floral comforter set, tucked in neatly around the edges, the same one she’d had for years. A poster of her favorite band still hung on the wall, along with some pictures of her when she was little with her mom and dad. Her homecoming tiara sat on her dresser, and her first guitar sat in the corner.
That guitar was too precious.
She knew it would be safe here, in her old bedroom, in her parent’s house.
A horn honked from outside and Aelin glanced out of the sheer-curtained window. Aedion was sitting behind the wheel of his truck, ready to go. The bed was loaded with their belongings, and her cousin was infamously impatient. 
It had always been their dream to get into the Velaris School of the Arts. Four years of studying and training, four years of getting better and meeting people that could help them make their dreams come true. It was crucial. It was everything. It was life changing.
And both her and her cousin had both gotten in after years of hard work and a little bit of luck. Him for film-making, her for music. She was glad she already knew someone. The thought of going there alone not knowing a soul was daunting. People from all over the continent got into Velaris. Aelin was excited to get to know people from other places, considering she had never left Terrasen, but she was glad to have her anchor.
Aedion was her anchor.
She gave her room one last look before reaching for the doorknob and pulling it closed.
Her purse was already slung over her shoulder, so all she had to grab was her guitar at the top of the stairs and her backpack and suitcase by the front door. She locked it on her way out and hurried down the drive to where Aedion waited with the windows down.
“Is Aunt Ev home?” He asked, leaning down to see the house better.
Aelin tossed her bags into the bed with a groan. “Nope. They’re in Vienna, I believe.” She opened up the back door and slid her guitar case between the seats. Getting into the front seat beside him, she added, “Dad is winning the award this time, or, wait.” She tapped her chin, as if she were deep in thought. “Is it mom?”
Aedion laughed and said, “Shut up, you know they’d be right here if they could be.”
It was true. Aelin’s mother had video called her four times, and it was only nine in the morning.
After a quick run through of her essentials, Aelin gave Aedion the okay to hit the road.
In three short hours, they’d be arriving at Velaris School of the Arts. Aelin would finally be living her dream.
Here’s to hoping it wouldn’t become a nightmare.
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fireheartfaery · 3 years
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As the year comes to a close (thank the gods) I have one group of people to thank for getting me through it: And that's fanfic authors! You guys have saved me every single day this year and I can never thank you enough for it❤️
I started this list in July sometime and it has been steadily growing since then, and I'm sure it will continue to, but I cannot close out this hell-year without thanking these blogs in particular because wow I would not have survived without y'all's works!
@stardustroses Bruna! I discovered your Headcanons first and I fell head over heels in love. I haven't read your gen 2 yet but I promise I will. Thank you for giving us that sweet sweet manorian content we are being so (rudely) denied! And thank you for all the warnette and dramione. Most importantly, thank you for your original WIP. I cannot tell you how much I love your beautiful characters and I hope with all my heart that one day I can hold your book in my hand and know that I read its contents all that time ago and loved it even then.
@ladywitchling Ams! You know I love your writing. You write raw and real and it makes me so sad but heals me so well. Thank you for becoming a friend. Your presence has been a light in the darkness of this year. I will possess your heart is one of the greatest pieces of writing I have ever had the pleasure to read and I cannot tell you how blown away I was! Also Zillah is everything. EVERYTHING
@noodlecatposts Jess! (I hope it's okay to call you that) Firstly I hope you're really really proud of yourself for all you've written and done this year because holy crab cakes you took on a lot of projects. I think I found you because of Noisy Neighbours but I think I only got a few chapters in before I had to call it quits because I cannot handle angst until I know I'm going to get fluff resolution and that did not come for a hot minute👀(I will catch up on NN that's a promise to myself) but obviously I stalked your account because I love your writing style and I found so many beautiful fics! Also I just need to tell you that this one particular ask (and your response to it) will pop into my head randomly and I will die laughing! It was around 20 chapters into NN and the asker said something along the lines of "In another 20 chapters will see rowaelin doing [cannot remember]" and your response was roughly "Oh God I don't think I can write 20 more chapters" and now I think NN is on 60 chapters? That interaction just makes me laugh all the time, and especially when I see a new chapter is up. When you started Kingsflame I knew it'd be my favourite by far. That fic has a special place in my heart and I think about it on the regular.
@sassyhobbits your One Night Standards fic is b r i l l i a n t. I haven't finished it yet but please know that Princess Aelin and Prince Rowan own all the parts of my heart and I loved their characterizations so much! That scene where they go out into the city all disguised and then they have greasy burgers at the diner is so soft and I think about it constantly! Also the one where they had to stage that picnic and the little girl came up to Aelin? Freaking adorable. I adore how badass and wonderful Lysandra is as well! THANK YOU!
@charincharge your Cruel Summer fic was!!! Mind blowing. I loved everything about it and when it ended all I wanted to do was dive back into the world and read about rowaelin having theme park adventures. Thank you thank you thank you for creating that beautiful AU!
@simping4bookboisngrls Cass! The minute you interacted with my crackships post I knew I'd adore you forever!! Your Everybody Talks fic lives rent free in my mind and I love love love every relationship (platonic and romantic) you've created! Also getting to interact with you has been one of the best things about my year so thank you for brightening my dash! (and my life)
Special Mentions:
@tacmc @snelbz Your "Swipe Left" one (two?) shot fic was SOOOOOO freaking cute!!! Everything about it! I love the collaborations you guys do.
@ourlovelybones your manorian fic hello princeling, hello witchling yea I love it and it's so cute and you providing us with the manorian content we deserve? QUEEN! thank you
@highqueenofelfhame I think I've read your writing in pieces here and there and I loved it all but my fave thing is "Sleight of Hand"! That fic gave me so much happy thank you
@rhysanoodle finding you quinlar one shot after reading the blue-balls that was CC was like finding water in the flipping desert!! You are a life saver thank you
@westofmoon your "12 17 days of Rowaelin" was *all the heart eyes* and I think I had like 6 strokes from the cuteness alone!
@darklesmylove your perspective fics where you write about things that could have happened are wonderful!! Specifically "intentions" and "the stars pale" I just loved them so much! I always need me some rowaelin
@starseternalnighttriumphant your kinktober obliterated me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVED ALL OF IT SO MUCH. Thank you for spoiling us. Also your daddy!Rowan AU is g e n i u s
@dawninlatin Queen of Peace is one of my fave manorian AUs of all time and I love that they're just blushing idiots who don't know what going on and need to be pushed together in order to realize they're perfect for each other!! Also Manon rebelling against her grandmother is the greatest thing to ever happen. And Asterin continues to be iconic in any universe
@empress-ofbloodshed THANK YOU FOR THE ROWCAN! I didn't expect it to be such a big part of my year but it has made all the difference in the world! Your roommates AU is the cutest ever
@rhysand-vs-fenrys YOUR CAZRIEL???? Unreal. Unbelievable. Show stopping. You made my cazriel binge that much better and I love you for it!
@nalgenewhore thank you for the rowcan content!! Between you and @empress-ofbloodshed my 2020 has brought only the best crackship! Also I love Kohana!!!! Like I would die for him
@sacksvilles I will never ever be over the perfection that is Nezriel and I want to live in the universe where they're canon instead of nessian!! Thank you for creating the nezriel monster that is me. Also your fic "Illyrian Oral Lessons" is perfection and nothing less!
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Into the Deep [Nessian]
Summary: Nesta and Cassian go for a late night swim.
Post-ACOFAS. Slightly NSFW. Also, FLUFF. 
A/N: Inspired by this lovely anon prompt: “Can you write a fan fic about nesta and cassian somehow ending up in a lake or a pond and them swimming together and playing with the water?” The answer is yes. Hell yes. 
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She’d been under too long. 
Far too long for Cassian’s liking. So much so that he started to pace. 
“Nesta,” he called. “Stop showing off. This isn’t a game.” 
The irony of him saying those words aloud. To Nesta, of all people. Though to be fair, it did start out as a game. A dare. Something childish he would have goaded his brothers into doing. Who can hold their breath underwater the longest? Nesta surprised him by taking him up on the challenge. She had been doing that a lot lately: surprising him. 
She surprised him when she said yes to coming to Illyria. She surprised him when, against all odds, she asked him how to throw a spear. She surprised him again when she told him that the Cauldron still called to her — and that the thought of being enslaved to that ancient and unfathomable power frightened her more than anything. 
She surprised him most of all when she confessed that she felt more at home here, in the wilds and in his arms, than she ever did in Velaris. That he had been right. That the house, the apartment, the very city itself, was destroying her. 
I was never meant for that life, she told him. 
What do you think you’re meant for then? 
This, she had told him, sweeping her hand toward the Steppes. And you. 
That had been it for him. She had held his heart ever since. And he, in turn, held hers. 
But that wouldn’t mean anything if he allowed his beloved to drown herself in a lake over a foolish dare. 
Ever the romantic, he had brought her to this secluded place because it was known to be beautiful on moonlit nights. He had been shy in this pursuit, blustering to Nesta like a callow youth as he entreated her to come with him. He wanted to give her a proper courtship, as any honorable male would. It was the least of what she deserved.
She agreed, out of bemusement, if anything else. Who could have imagined that one of the most powerful Illyrians in history could be so...overwhelmed by a single woman? A woman that barely lived a breath in comparison to most Fae. 
“Nesta,” he called again, strain creeping into his voice. How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten? It felt longer than that. Perhaps there was merblood running through her veins. Even so, the eldest Archeron was still not invincible. If she didn’t surface soon, he would drag her out himself.
As if she would actually let him. 
But just as his heart began to pound, a ripple fanned out on the placid, mirror-like surface. Then another, and another. Until finally, Nesta herself emerged and joined him on the soft, grassy banks. The smugness on her face was more telling than a cat’s.
“Thirteen minutes,” she said, reveling in the fact that she could best him in this one, small thing. She could actually best him in many ways, especially as she was now: naked and wet and flush with triumph. Fire rose in his blood, as it always did whenever she was near. He enfolded her, pressed his bare chest to hers, marveling at the way her curves molded against him. Mine, mine, mine, his instincts whispered. All mine.
She seared his lips with a greedy kiss, as his fingers tugged at the ends of her soaked hair. He was enthralled by the strands of her hair, the pulse beating at her throat, the heat of her skin...
“I’m obviously furious with you,” he said, dragging his tongue over her collarbone. 
“Spoil sport.” 
The slight hitch in her breath made him tremble as he continued downward, past her hips, her thighs...The scent of her arousal thrilled him, made him hard with wanting. He hadn’t known, until now, what it meant to ache for another person. That he had been aching for her all along — one soul yearning to complete the other.
A cold splash and suddenly he was submerged neck-deep, sputtering out water as Nesta dove in after him, as smoothly as a pebble. Perhaps her ancestors were merfolk after all. 
She kissed him again when she reappeared at his side, then plunged when he tried to reach for her. They played this game until, finally, he caught her around the waist, pressing her back to his front. For a moment, they just drifted there...alone, in the quiet. The hushed forest and the dark waters completing their peaceful tableau. Peace. How fragile it all was and how hard-won.
He traced a line down the slope of her neck with the tip of his nose, breathing her in. She leaned back, bared more of it for him. A vulnerable position for a Fae. It was a signal of how far they had come, and how much trust he had gained. 
“It’s not like the last time,” she whispered. 
The last time….
The last time they had been caught in such depths, he was half-dead and she was nearly so. He could remember the blood, her screams, his utter powerlessness to do anything. Terror flooded through him. Rage. Despair. All of his valiant promises shattered apart as the Cauldron swallowed her and her sister whole, forging them into something else.
The Carver had revealed the truth of it. With the last of his strength, Cassian had called to her, awakened her, tugged on that tenuous, spider-silk thread that wound through their souls. He had given just enough of himself that she was able to pull herself out by her teeth….
He tightened his embrace. “No, it’s not like the last time.”
Nor, he vowed, would it ever happen again. He would protect her even in death. For no matter what world they would venture into next, they would always meet here, somewhere in the deep.
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Thank you for reading, loves.
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mu-si-ca-l · 3 years
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THANK YOU!
I understand that it is Thanks-November (I can’t remember what it’s called) for fic writers so I decided to take the general theme and run with it. This is a list of all the people on here, fic writers or not, that I think are amazing and why. They’re all kinda short cause I’m terrible at being nice to people : ) and all are based off the image I get of them online. In no particular order...
@iamthebonecarver never fails to make me laugh and always cheers me up whenever I go onto her blog.
@tacmc is a wonderful writer and sweet person whose fics never fail to cheer me up. (Except the angst. They often leave me sobbing on the floor.)
@snelbz is also an incredible writer and amazing person whose fics are excellent. I love the duo between her and @tacmc.
@it-is-the-female-federal always has interesting ideas, beliefs, facts, etc on her blog that have taught me a lot.
@louiseleblancdiggory always has really sweet fics that are written amazingly.
@empire-of-wildfire just a cool blog. I love everything about it.
@bookrebelwordwarrior always discusses or reblogs important issues today and just comes across as a good person.
@bookloving-lesbian has a cool blog, is a nice person.
@empress-ofbloodshed has amazing fics and is a fellow Rowcan shipper. Go check them out.
@abraxos-is-toothless has, personally, the coolest username and incredible fics.
@charincharge has really sweet fics and is a kind person.
@tswaney17 writes wonderful fics. Particularly loving I Do Bad Things With You at the moment.
@sassyhobbits is an amazing writer with One Night Standards being one of my favourite fics ever.
@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses absolutely terrifying. Good job.
@fibrous-lesbian has a really cool blog. Go check it out.
@sacksvilles is an incredible writer.
@nalgenewhore I love this blog. Always writes incredible fics (is also a Rowcan shipper).
@starseternalnighttriumphant always seems to give 100% on all her fics (which are amazing, btw)
@highqueenofelfhame writes incredible fics and is a nice, pretty person. If I Had A Soul To Steal is a masterpiece!
@shyvioletcat is an incredible writer. I literally couldn’t pick a favourite fic of hers, no matter how hard I try.
There are 20 people on this list but I am certain that I have missed people out so I will hopefully update before the end of this month when I will Hopefully have 30 people on here (I make no promises to remember). My aim is to get all 30 days but in one post.
THANK YOU to all these people for whatever they did. Keep going and keep safe!
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