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rhysand-vs-fenrys · 6 years

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Tagging Requests: Slowly (NSFW Nessian)

Summary: Cassian returns from a fierce Illyrian civil war weary and on edge. Nesta wants to welcome her lover home after weeks away, but she knows the lust that comes on the heels of bloodshed has been building in Cassian the entire time he’s been gone. Both desperately want to be with one another, but for Nesta’s sake Cassian agrees to obey everything she says and proceed slowly.

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This fic will be posted on or before Thursday, May 10, 2018. If you are seeing this post after that date, DM me for a link :)

***“Slowly” does not contain any spoilers for ACOFAS. Some correct guesses were made in the writing of it, but it is based solely on my personal canon established in “Alone in the Townhouse”. I’ve just been sitting on it because I know a lot of people went on hiatus before the novella.***

#tagging requests #tag requests #tag request #slowly #my writing #nessian #nesta #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #fanfiction #fanfic #non spoiler

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lokahipanda · 6 years

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Some photos of @corgi-deer-kortanna and my adventure at Cedar Rapids Comic Con on Saturday

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theladyofdeath · 7 years

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Kings and Queens {ch 10}

Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: We are officially two-thirds of the way done with this fanfic. The last five chapters will be longer, and more intense, as we dive into deeper details of these characters and their stories. I hope you will enjoy those, and this! Let me know what y’all think. :)

I had made them dinner, and they hadn’t even come home to eat it. Forty-five minutes later, after wasted time spent cleaning up wasted food, I had gone up to my bedroom and slammed the door.

Not that it mattered.

No one else was home.

As always, I was alone.

My back had just hit the mattress when a chime came from my laptop.

He had come to keep me company, at last.

WarriorPrince1: I had a dream last night.

SnowLeopard: Most people do dream. Lol.

SnowLeopard: About what?

WarriorPrince1: You.

As my face reddened, I suddenly felt ridiculous. I didn’t even know him.

Did I?

SnowLeopard: You’re making me blush, mystery man.

WarriorPrince1: I’m serious! It was a good dream, too.

SnowLeopard: Fine.

SnowLeopard: Tell me what happened, if it was soooo good.

WarriorPrince1: We danced, with our feet in the ocean, just as the sun was setting.

WarriorPrince1: Then we kissed, and it was perfect.

SnowLeopard: How did you know it was me? You don’t even know what I look like.

WarriorPrince1: It was you. Trust me, cat woman, it was you.

I shut my laptop before I could fall deeper into the pit I had already hit the bottom of.

I was falling in love with a stranger.

Lysandra.

11:10 a.m.

To say I was terrified would be an understatement.

The only kiss I ever had was with a random kid in the first grade. He came up to me on the playground, behind the swing set, and planted one on me. It was awful. All I remember, aside from the horrible smell of garlic, was punching him in the face afterward.

This was a little bit different.

I wanted to kiss Aedion, although I was shocked when I found out he was WarriorPrince1. I had dreamed of the moment we would meet a thousand times, and I could honestly say that every single time I had imagined it, Aedion Ashryver was nowhere in the picture.

He had a reputation. He was a ladies’ man, a womanizer. He was the quarterback, first string, of the Havilliard High football team. He couldn’t go to the grocery store without someone, whom he had never even met, giving him a high five and wishing him good luck.

He was, without a doubt, the complete opposite of me.

And yet, there he was, asking if he could kiss me.

And, maybe I was stupid, but I had said yes.

I would probably get my heart broken. I was too hopeful, too naïve, too unaware of whatever tragic ending was coming my way.

And it would be tragic, too. People like him did not end up with people like me.

Online, though…..Online, he was the perfect man. He was the boy in every romance novel I had ever read, the sweet melody in every love song that had ever graced my radio.

He was the yellows, the reds, the blush, the magenta, the lavender, the tangerine in every painting of a sunset I had ever painted.

He was my person. I had let myself believe that for a year. That this person, who I had only talked to online, was my soulmate. I had fallen in love with someone who I had never even met.

Yet, he was standing there in front of me, his hands gently resting on my hips, his lips mere inches from mine, and I found it too good to be true.

I took a chance, though. A leap of faith in the person who I had spoken to, every day. The person who I had spilled my heart to, over and over and over again, as if my life depended on releasing myself to him.

As soon as I could smell the fresh mint of his breath against my mouth, my lips parted in wanting, in need.

“Lysandra.” My name was a question, a confirmation of what he had already asked.

“Just kiss me,” I replied, but it was nothing more than a whisper. I was trying to sound confident, although I knew it was everything but.

Still not prepared, I froze when his lips pressed tenderly against mine. They were soft, and gentle, and nothing like I expected them to be.

He pulled away, just slightly, turquoise eyes alight and searching mine for any sort of reaction.

Instead of responding with simple words, I lifted myself up on my tiptoes and allowed my mouth to fall into his.

He was taken back at first, stunned and unsure of what was happening, I’m sure….but, it didn’t take long for him to get comfortable.

Time stopped as a strange, fluttery sensation in which I had never experienced before enveloped me.

The same hands that were made to handle a football and guide a paintbrush attached to the back of my thighs, just beneath my ass, and lifted me up so that my legs could easily wrap around his lean waist.

“Please don’t shut me out,” he mumbled, in between kisses. He carried me over to the sink and sat me on top of the cold, hard countertop. “Give me a chance.”

Golden hair fell down to his shoulders, and my fingers gladly swept through the thick, silky strands. Pressing my forehead against his, I shook my head.

His eyes were closed, and I was thankful for that. If they were open, if I could see their beauty, their pleading, I wouldn’t be able to think clearly. I could barely think as it was, with his wandering hands slithering up the sides of my sweater.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said, his words barely audible above the humming of the florescent lights.

“You’re not thinking enough,” I responded, half-heartedly. “You’re not thinking it through.”

“Can’t you just live in the moment?” This time, his eyes did open, and I couldn’t respond. “Couldn’t you just listen to your heart? We know each other, Lysandra. You know me. You know who I am. You want to be with me, you want to give this a shot, I know you do.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Let it be that easy,” he pleaded, pressing a soft kiss to my nose. “Let me love you, and protect you, and take care of you. Let me prove to you that I can be the guy –“

“You’re not that guy, though,” I said, tears filling my eyes for some stupid, unknown reason. I hated myself for showing emotion, for allowing him to witness this side of me. I had already gone too far. I had already let him steal a piece of me. “Your –“

“Let me show you that I am the same guy,” he said, lifting up my chin to meet his gaze. I would have never guessed that Aedion Ashryver could be so serious. “I am that guy, the person you have come to know, and trust, and….care for. Give me a chance.”

I wanted to, and that was the part that terrified me.

I didn’t have much time to think on it, though, because a soft vibration came from my bag.

“Aedion.“

“Gods, I love it when you say my nam –“

“No, Aedion!” He paused once my voice had become panicked, as I began to dig through my purse. Once I located my phone, and the time was lit up on the small, cracked screen before me, I hopped off the counter and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door. “We need to go. Now. Quickly.”

After a series of curses, he obeyed.

We ran.

The hallways were still silent, which was a good sign, although we were nowhere near the cafeteria. As we darted around the corner, hand in hand, we spotted Rowan and Aelin not far ahead.

“Hey!” Aedion shouted in a hushed tone.

Aelin stopped and spun around. Noticing his hand in mine, she gave Aedion a curious look.

See, I wanted to tell him. It’s already starting and it’s been ten minutes.

“Fireheart -,” Rowan urged, then his face paled as if it had been a mistake. Shaking his head, he corrected, “Aelin, we need to hurry.”

“What’s the time?” Aedion asked, as we caught up to them, the four of us going from a hasty walk to a jog. He hadn’t even noticed Rowan’s mistake.

“Eleven twenty-five,” I muttered, tossing my cellphone into my bag for good. “We’ve got five minutes to make it to the other side of campus.”

“Maybe she’s running late,” Aelin suggested, although her voice told us she was doubting her statement. “Maybe she’s still in the meeting. We probably have plenty of time.”

“It’s the probably that will get us detention next Saturday,” Aedion mumbled, “and every Saturday after that.”

Rowan kept silent the whole time, his complexion still slightly green. Fireheart, he had called her. Not only a nickname, but one of love and affection.

The criminal and the prom queen.

Who would have guessed?

As we approached the hallway that ran by the gym, a soft, male voice began to fill the air.

“Shit,” Aedion breathed, and the rest of us did not protest as the door to the gymnasium was thrown open.

We froze, my stomach sinking to the tips of my toes as a figure emerged -

“Dorian!” Aelin cried, letting go of Rowan’s shoulder, which she had squeezed in anticipation. “Where have you been? I would have figured you’d be back in the library by now. We have to hurry!”

Dorian looked a little calmer than he had earlier, not as uptight, not as scared. I found myself wondering what epiphany he’d had while he was off on his own in the halls of Havilliard High. He had removed his sweater, and was now wearing a plain, white t-shirt with his khakis. “Follow me!”

We did. We had no choice but to put our faith in the kid that knew that school’s halls the best out of any of us.

At least, that’s what we were hoping for.

We ran, sprinted in silence. The only sound was that of our feet against the tiled floor.

Aedion had kept my hand wrapped in his the entire time, not loosening his grip for even a second.

As we were almost to the main door, in which we had come through, Dorian stopped us, putting up a hand as he peeked around the corner.

When he turned to face us once more, pure fear was in his deep, blue eyes.

It was then that I heard the clicking of her bulky high-heels approaching.

@bigbangt1963 @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty @sarah-akhavan@gcarroll@kortanna@nightquart @notjustanyoldfangirl @superhuman-imagines@iwouldtrusthagridwithmylife@callmeladytypewriter@saybell1994@2-bookmaster-2 @eye-of-elena @shadowsinger-fireheart@inejcalmarekaz@viridiantopaz @books-are-friends-not-objects@raven-the-dark-titan @theantisocialbookworm310 @whydoyoucareaboutmyusername

#tog #throne of glass #aedion #lysandra #lysaedion #dorian #aelin #rowan #rowaelin #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #empire of storms #the breakfast club

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vixie-valentine · 7 years

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URL Change

For the few that follow me and are still active, I’m changing my URL, I was “its-not-a-glowstick-you-dumbass” to “corgi-deer-kortanna.” Just thought I’d let you all know, my dudes

#url change #finally something new

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infinitenicknames · 7 years

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My character in the FE Hack

Mini introductions to my characters in the FE Hack. My friends have others, but I will only be posting about mine here.

Dinah - mercenary Somewhat shy and quiet mercenary chosen by the mysterious blade Vitacanor. She is a leader of a band of mercenaries. Loves to sing and sings the most often.

Kortanna - Wyvern rider A nomadic warrior with a temper. She was taken in by the Noma tribe as a child, though she never talks about her past before that. Has the most scars in the army.

Elric - dark mage A thieving refugee with a big smile and a high bounty. He is trying to get enough resources like food and clothes to the people of Deec. Most likely to be doing something very illegal.

Orion - great knight A wise noble who wishes to reverse the damage done by his mother. He is missing an arm and a little sister. Has the most poetry memorized.

Taka - mage A young mage from the Noma tribe who has great potential. He loves stories and will often repeat them to his sister Taikeon and foster mother Kortanna. Worst spring allergies in the army.

Vic - spear man A hotheaded refugee from Deec with a thing for stabbing and different cultures. She lost her parents when the kingdom of Deec collapsed. Best gardener in the army.

Geo - fighter A grumpy and old warrior from Deec with a broken heart. Grew up around mercenaries, before losing them and the love of his life in the collapse of Deec. Grumpiest person in the army. Lily - fighter A wood carver with a sharp tongue who got caught up in the fighting. Claims to have amnesia after being found in the first as a child. Best at chopping wood.

Lyle - archer A disabled hunter who shows a surprising amount of skill. Fairly gullible. Most adaptable in the army.

Lotus - cleric A loyal priestess from a small village. Lives alone in the old church building after the other clerics mysteriously vanished. Prays the most often.

Lunar - pegasus knight A Pegasus knight that is either fast asleep, or has been awake forever. She’s often mistaken as a guy. Can function very well for 56 hours without sleep.

Annan - has yet to be decided A merchant who seems different than the rest. May or may not be related to the Anna family. Most frugal in the army.

Pearl - Pirate A pirate in search of her late parents’ hidden treasure trove and her missing sister. Fiery and fierce when push comes to shove. Can hold her breath for the longest time.

Damien - mage A creepy spell user with a very unsettling air about him. Doesn’t understand personal boundaries. Best at giving gifts in the army.

#ocs #my ocs #character intro

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miladyaelin · 7 years

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Get to know me tag!

I was tagged by @manonblaxkbeak (and no, I’ve been tagged before but to be completely honest I forgot about it... oops)

Rules: Tag 20 of your followers you’d like to get to know better

@@hermajestymanon @underthe-mountain @buggitybooks @propshophannah @lovingandawkward @liograce @aelingalathynius6 @sarahviehmann @songbirdsbooks @earlgreycats @aelinsassryvergalathynius @rowaelin-herondale @sparkleywonderful @kortanna @rowaelinherondale @readers-live-a-thousand-lifes @fandomtras-h @vicious-sunshine @seadragonlysandra @throne-of-omg-the-feels

Name: Rebecca

Nickname: Becca, or Beccabird, or Beckles (a new one curtesy of my sister this past Christmas) do not call me any of these unless you are my immediate family

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Pisces but it does NOT fit me.

Height: 5′ 7″ I think? I haven't measured in a few years

Sexual Orientation: Straight but am confident enough in said sexuality that I can easily say everyone is/can be very attractive

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw technically, but with the old sorting quiz I was Gryffindor, so gryffinclaw

Favorite Color: Teal

Favorite Animal: Does dragon count? No? Well I guess hummingbird

Average Hours of Sleep: I think about 6?

Cat or Dog Person: Dogs, but I love cats that are nice and like to cuddle

Favorite Fictional Characters: look at my blog heading and I think you’ll know

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: Only a comforter

Favorite Singer/Band: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't really have one.. its kind of a hodge podge of everything. except rap, I don't like rap

Dream Trip: ICELANDDDDDDDD

Dream Job: Book Editor

When Was Your Blog Created: I think around the time ACOMAF came out because I was the only one of my reader friends irl that had read it so I needed to freak out with people in some way

Current Number of Followers: 1731 which still freaking blows my mind because how

What Made You Decide to Make a Tumblr: As stated before, I needed people who felt the same way about SJM’s books as I did, plus I’d been thinking about making one for a while, I just needed a push and ACOMAF was that push

#about me #get to know me #I love all of you so much

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thehaemanthus · 6 years

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Adding Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons to the playlist!

yesssss we are getting engagement! This is working!!

Good choice, btw.

Want to contribute to a community Red Rising playlist??

#red rising #kortanna

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irethlivvie · 7 years

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Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better. I was tagged by @llysandra, thank you cutie <3 Name: Olivia Nicknames: Liv or Livi Zodiac Sign: Cancer Height: around 1,60m I think Orientation: asexual Ethnicity: that’s hard. grew up in Germany, but my family is Polish, so I see myself as both; does that make sense? Fav fruit: melon, blueberry and cherry Fav season: autumn Fav book: too many...but anything by SJM, The Black Magician Trilogy, The Ancient Metropolis (German Series) and anything by Yusei Matsui technically he is a mangaka but who cares ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Fav scent: freshly mowed grass, the ocean and the scent after it rained Fav Colour: dark blue and red Fav animal: anything you can cuddle xD Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: tea and coffee. I tend to have a coffee phase followed by a tea phase and vice versa Average Sleep Hours: six to eight Cat or Dog Person: dog person Fav fictional character: Feyre, Dorian, Bartimaeus, Sonea, Emily Laing and many more Number of blankets you sleep with: one blanket Dream Trip: I would like to go everywhere, but I have a special fondness of Great Britain and Japan Blog Created: around a year ago Number of followers: 290

Tagging: @whatodowithmylife, @rowaelin-is-endgame, @illyrianbitchqueen, @dorkqueensy, @dreamscourt, @heirofrowan, @kingdomofstardust, @vinfinitey, @throne-of-sass-and-ass1623, @crazyforthearts, @mor-rigan, @the-german-bookworm, @the-self-entitled-bitch, @kortanna, @cuddles-and-chocolate-cake, @lucyheartfiliavevo and everyone who would like to do it :) I definitely forgot someone, sry

#thanks again for tagging me sweetie #tag games #personal

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ta11nerd2 · 4 years

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Poison Ivy by Kortanna

#batman

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thenewnio · 7 years

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landscape #1 by Kortanna

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theladyofdeath · 7 years

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Kings and Queens {Ch 7}

Author’s Note: The love I have gotten for this fanfic has been overwhelming! I’m so glad you are all enjoying it, and hope you continue to with this chapter. Let me know what you think, and chapter 8 will be posted soon! :) Enjoy.

Two years before....

I showed up on his doorstep at nearly two in the morning. His parents were away on business, as they usually were.

I rang the doorbell, once, twice, three times, before he opened the door, and gasped. “Aelin?”

He had been sleeping. His hair was a mess, and his voice was tired, but his eyes were wide and alert as he took me in. “What happened?”

My eye was throbbing, so I could only imagine what I looked like.

He pulled me into the house, and into his arms. “Did he do this to you?”

Yes. Yes, he did. I hated him. I hated him, so much. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“You can stay here whenever you need to,” he replied, without any hesitation. “Whenever you want to.”

Aelin.

10:45 a.m.

Discomfort was an understatement.

I could hear his footsteps behind me, his befuddled grunts, his eyes glaring into the back of my head. I wasn’t going to back down, though. I wasn’t going to let him change my plans.

Unfortunately, neither was he.

“You could at least pretend like you don’t hate me,” I mumbled, but he heard.

“If you stopped being a bitch for a few minutes, I might,” he answered.

Stopping, and crossing my arms, I turned to him. “That’s the third bitch I’ve heard from you today, Whitethorn.”

“Whitethorn?” he scoffed. “Seriously? You talk to me like I’m a stranger.”

“You are a stranger!” I yelled, forcing him to glance around, hastily.

“God, Aelin.” I didn’t have time to react before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the nearest classroom. “We’re supposed to be sneaking around.”

I decided to take a seat on a desk as Rowan watched out of the slim, rectangular window.

“No one heard,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “Always so dramatic.”

“You’re right.”

“You’re dramatic?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, amazed by the confession. “Not that I need you to tell me I’m right, I already –“

“No,” he barked. “Gods, you always loved to hear yourself talk.” He sighed, not bothering to turn to me as he spoke. “You were right when you said that we’re strangers. We don’t know each other anymore. I don’t know why I expected you to talk to me like we were still….Nevermind.”

I didn’t respond, not because I didn’t want to, but because I had become lost in my thoughts. He brought his arms over his head, and rested them against the door, his back muscles tensed and alert.

I decided to take another approach, and let go of my pride. “How have you been?”

He froze, as if he had stopped breathing.

“You said we don’t know each other anymore, so why don’t we catch up?” I could sense the nervousness in my voice, and I figured he could too, because he let out a heavy, shaky breath.

“Don’t do me favors, Aelin,” he growled, quietly.

“I’m not –“ I began loudly, then quieted my voice, as he spun around to tell me to shut up. “I’m not doing you favors. I’m curious.”

Some of his tension had faded, and his voice turned slightly gentler. “You always were curious.”

I raised my eyebrows.

He shrugged. “I’ve been fine.”

“Maeve said –“

At the sound of her name, he spun back around, away from me. “Maeve has decided to dedicate her life to making me miserable.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s miserable, and I’m the only family she has left. Therefore, she takes it out on me.”

Rowan had never gotten along with Maeve, but, at one time, he could at least pretend to be civil around the bitch. But, this – the way he had talked about her, to her, that day, was different.

Now, he was shutting down, when I barely got him to open up in the first place.

“To answer your question,” he began, all malice gone from his voice, “they had just returned from a business trip and we’re headed home. They were on the phone with me when it happened. A deer ran out in the road, and when they swerved, they hit a patch of ice that sent them flying into oncoming traffic.”

If your mother could see you now, she would be ashamed, Maeve had spat at him an hour before.

An ache filled my chest. I had liked his parents, and they had loved me. We had gotten along well, as Rowan and I spent every day together that Summer.

“How long ago?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head. “About a year ago now.”

“Rowan –“

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Yes, I do,” I shot back, continuing to take a deep breath to calm my oncoming temper. “Your parents were good people. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

He nodded, then replied, quietly. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t imagine that we were still in jeopardy of being caught. If Maeve, or any other faculty that had come for the meeting, had heard us, they would have found us by now.

And, yet, he wasn’t leaving.

“How’s popularity?”

He meant it as an insult, but I didn’t take it as one. I asked myself that same question, every day. “Lonely.”

He glanced back at me, his eyebrows raised, surprised that I gave him a serious answer.

I was surprised, too.

“I realize I made a mistake, Rowan. If you think that I never think about that, about you, you’re an idiot.” He didn’t respond, he just watched me, his green eyes emotionless. So, I continued, “I was stupid. I thought I wanted a life where everyone knew my name, where everyone wanted to be my friend, but it turns out that life is useless. It’s pointless. I wake up, and I don’t want to go to school. I sit in class, at lunch, and everybody wants something from me. They want me to be someone I’m not. If I acted like who I wanted to be, who I really am, no one would give a damn.”

If I expected him to reveal his long, lost feelings for me, he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “How’s Arobynn?”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head in distaste. “Drunk.”

“Same, then,” he confirmed, looking back toward the door, just so he wouldn’t have to look at me, I guessed. “Does he still hit you?”

There was anger in his voice - soft, but vicious.

Yes. “I try not to be home for extended periods of time.”

This time when he turned around, his eyes were closed, and he leaned against the doorframe. “I ran into him a few months ago at the market. He was yelling at a salesclerk because they were out of his favorite beer.”

I blinked, remembering when Arobynn had come home, drunk and irritated, with a black eye and a lot of hateful words. “That was you. You punched him.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. Gods, his smile. I had forgotten how beautiful it was, how it made my soul feel lighter and more in touch with the world. “When I saw him, I remembered the first night you came to me. I wanted him to feel pain for all that he had put you through.”

Two years later, and he still came to my aid. After all that I had done to him, he still protected me. “Did you get in trouble?”

“Spent the night in jail,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “It was kind of nice, though. I got a free meal out of it.”

I laughed, practically howled, and it only increased when he joined me. For a minute, I remembered the late nights that had turned into early mornings. I remembered lying in his bed, side by side, laughing, and talking about everything we wanted out of life, and love.

We laughed, until our laughter became less, and less, and his eyes stared into mine until we stopped completely.

His smile faded, and pain consumed those haunting, green eyes. “We could have been –“

He stopped, and I wanted to beg him to go on, but I wouldn’t. I knew. I only nodded. Yes, we could have been everything. We could have been perfect. We could have had it all, if it weren’t for me.

“I did love you,” I confessed, and I wasn’t sure why. Vulnerability flooded my body, and I hated it.

Pain turned to anger as he turned back to the door. “Not enough, apparently.”

The knob turned, and he stepped out without another look at me.

Without caring who heard, he slammed the door behind him.

#kings and queens tog #tog #throne of glass #au #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #aelin #rowan #rowaelin #dorian #manon #manorian #aedion #lysandra #lysaedion

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