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Queen of fucking hell
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Just had to try my new Jude cosplay
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Odin will take us to Valhalla
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My love for this location
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Friend: could I call you?
Me: no. I'm busy
Friend: what did you plan for the evening?
Me: things...
Friend: You're happy again like a little devil because you know that not knowing drives me crazy!
Me *sighs*: sex... Okay?! I had sex!!!
Friend:...
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Cassian *before they went to Oorid*: what could go wrong?
Azriel:...
Nesta:...
The Kelpie:...
Rhys: don't answer that!
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One year of work on this cosplay was worth it!
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Slytherin: let's get in the Halloween spirt and make a ghost
Hufflepuff: That's called murder and I've heard somewhere that it's illegal
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Ravenclaw: this is a bad idea
Slytherin: then why are you coming with us?
Ravenclaw: someone needs to lie our way out when this goes down hill
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I've got a new favorite cosplay for me... I think so 🙃
Cosplay: Manon Blackbeak (Throne of Glass)
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#throne of glass cosplay#throne of glass#Tog#manon blackbeak#Blackbeak#ironteeth#cosplay#cosplayer#crochan queen#manon crochan#crochan witches#ironteeth witches
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Slytherin: the real prize was the memories we made along the way
Gryffindor: I almost died!
Slytherin: that was my fondest memory
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Ravenclaw: how do I get revenge on my enemies?
Hufflepuff: The best revenge is letting go and living your life to the best.
Ravenclaw:...
Ravenclaw: Slytherin, how do I...
Slytherin: knife!
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Ravenclaw, trying to explain why to drink more water: water is great! Want clear skin? Water! Want to lose weight? Water!
Slytherin: sick of people telling you what to do? Drow them!
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If you continue the enemies with benefits, you would be a literal goddess
(Not that you aren't already)
just to confirm my goddess status.... here u go
pt 1
warnings: smut!!
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It had been a week and a half since The Incident.
Aelin had begun to refer to the stupidest thing she had ever done as The Incident.
Fucking Rowan Whitethorn in the back of his car on a deserted road was a bit of a mouthful. So, The Incident had stuck.
Aelin hadn't mentioned The Incident to anyone. Not even Lysandra or Elide, who she generally told everything to. If Rowan had been anyone else, she would have instantly turned to her friends and start gushing about the amazing sex she had with a hot guy.
But it was Rowan. Her mortal enemy. It was a dirty secret that she would have to take to the grave.
She had barely spoken, barely looked, at Rowan since it had happened. The ride in the tow truck had felt like it had lasted a million years. Aelin had shoved herself into the back of the truck, shoved her earpods back in, and tried her best not to look up from her phone.
It had been near-impossible to forget the feeling of his hands and his mouth against her body. The trip had been torture. Absolute punishment for her stupidity.
The bastard had even slunk into the dreams, leaving her waking with a gasp, sweaty and wanting in a way she couldn’t cure herself.
Gods, it made her despise him even more.
It seemed like everywhere she looked, Rowan Whitethorn was simply there. That alone was enough to torture her.
Just like tonight. Aedion and Lysandra were throwing a small house-party at their place. All of their friends had come, lounging around, drinking, playing card games. There was a warm and happy buzz to the air. It was rare that they were able to get everyone together in one night. Dorian and Chaol lived a city over, Nehemia and Yrene had intense work schedules, and Manon just simply hated parties, so getting her there was a chore.
Elide and Lorcan had brought over snacks, Aelin had brought the hard liquor, and Rowan had brought his insufferable presence.
She had tried her best to ignore him, never meeting his eyes, attempting to stay out of his general area when she could. They had almost crashed into one another when Aelin had turned a corner. An apology had been waiting on the tip of her tongue until she recognized who it was. Then, she had simply ducked her head and strode away.
Still, Aedion’s house wasn’t huge, so it was impossible to ignore the bastard entirely.
Aelin stood in the kitchen, getting a refill on her drink, listening as Fenrys told a story that had everyone in stitches a room over. Regardless of how she felt about Rowan, she had been truly enjoying herself tonight, a small smile lighting her lips.
A presence came up beside her, Lysandra leaning her weight against the counter where Aelin made her drink.
“Hey,” Lysandra greeted breathily.
“Hey, yourself.”
“I gotta ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
“Did something happen between you and Rowan?”
Aelin froze, her heart sinking down to her stomach. Had Lysandra found out? Did Rowan tell one of their friends what had happened? She took a moment to compose herself, schooling her face into one of neutrality before looking towards her friend with a raised brow.
“No. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. Y’all just haven’t been mean to each other in a while. It’s weird.”
Aelin snorted softly, a sense of relief flowing through her as she realized Lysandra didn’t actually know about what had happened between them. “Maybe I’m maturing.”
Now it was Lysandra’s turn to snort. “Ya. Sure you are, Ace.”
Luckily, that was all Lysandra asked about the topic. Soon enough, their drinks were finished and they rejoined the rest of the party in the living room.
Aelin squished next to Elide on the couch, looking away from her friend only to find Rowan Whitethorn sitting across from her. He was too far away to really have any sort of conversation, be he just had to be within her line of sight.
She ground her teeth as she observed the man. He looked good tonight in a tight gray shirt that stretched across his muscular chest and fitted pants that did wonders for his strong thighs. He leaned back in his armchair, legs spread casually, listening intently to whatever Vaughan was saying from beside him.
Aelin couldn’t stop her gaze from running down his tattooed arm all the way to the glass of some sort of amber liquid he had in his hand. Despite herself, she watched as he absent-mindedly traced a delicate finger over the rim of his glass. She felt her blood heat up as she remembered what those fingers had felt like between her thighs, what they might feel like if he had more time to explore her body. On her throat, her stomach, her breasts…
Suddenly, the room felt too small, too cramped. Her face was burning at her suddenly turn of thought, body on fire with desire. She needed a moment to cool off, to call the fuck down. Aelin murmured something about going to the bathroom, not that anyone was tracking her movements, too engrossed in the argument between Aedion and Dorian about their childhood brawls.
Aelin managed to slip silently out the backdoor, moving towards the side of the house where she wouldn’t be seen. Aedion and Lysandra had a nice, fenced-in backyard. Aelin loved the privacy it entailed.
She rested her back against the side of the house, heaving a heavy sigh and trying to banish any thoughts about Rowan from her head. The night air was a bit cool, bringing about gooseflesh on the skin of her legs exposed by the little skirt she wore tonight.
Maybe she just needed to fuck someone else and then she would forget all about it. In her mind, she ran through the possible options she had left back at the party. Dorian and Chaol were both technically exes, but they were also dating other women right now. Lorcan, she’d never touch with a hundred-foot pole, even if he wasn’t dating Elide. Vaughan was gay. But Fenrys… maybe-
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Aelin gasped softly, not hearing anyone approach. Her head whipped to the source of the voice, finding Rowan standing there, silver hair gilded by the cold light of the moon.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s because I don’t like you, dumbass.”
“That never stopped you from picking fights with me before,” Rowan pointed out, stalking closer to her. “Which means, you’re avoiding me.”
Rowan came to a stop right in front of her, close enough that Aelin had to tilt her head up to look him properly in the eye. She pressed her lips together tightly. “Did I hurt your feelings?”
Rowan scoffed and looked to her as if to say, You wish, princess.
“I never knew you to be shy, Galathynius,” Rowan remarked.
“I’m not shy.”
“You’re embarrassed then?”
“Of course I am,” Aelin said. “I fucked you. Can’t get anymore embarrassing than that.”
“Somehow, I don’t really believe that’s why you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Please do enlighten me then, Whitethorn.”
“You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?”
It was very rare that Aelin Galathynius was at a loss for words but, at this moment, she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was clench her jaw and glare at the man that stood before you.
Rowan chuckled at her silence. “That’s what I thought.”
“Don’t act so high and mighty as if you haven’t been thinking about it either.” Aelin smirked up at him. “I bet that was the first time you fucked a girl in a while, wasn’t it?”
Now, Rowan’s silence told her all that she needed to know.
Their gazes locked, neither of them seeming keen to back down from the challenge. Aelin’s breath caught in her throat as Rowan took another step closer, nearly pressing her against the wall with his body, before reaching out and running his hand down the swoop of her throat.
“Tell me to leave,” he rasped, eyes dark with desire, “and I’ll walk back inside and never mention it again.”
Aelin should tell him to leave but… the fire racing through her blood told her otherwise. She tilted her head up slightly, baring her teeth at him. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
With that, he closed the distance between them and slanted his mouth over hers. Aelin instantly groaned into the kiss, not waiting long to open her mouth for him and allow his tongue to sweep in, tangling with her. Next thing she knew, her arms were thrown around Rowan’s neck and his body was pressing her back against the wall of the house.
The feeling of his body against hers drove Aelin insane. She gave a tiny moan as Rowan slid one of his thighs between her own, making her skirt slide up her legs until it was hardly covering anything. She couldn’t stop her body from rocking against him, grinding her hips on his thighs. She couldn’t hold back the moan at the delicious friction.
“Fuck,” Rowan groaned against her mouth as her hands began undoing his belt impatiently. His own hand delved under her shirt, then under her bra, until they had found her breast. “Excited?”
“I just don’t want Aedion to wander out here and see me getting fucked against the side of his house,” Aelin panted. “So let’s not draw this out.”
“Fine by me.”
Rowan’s hands focused on her skirt, pulling it up the rest of the way until it bunched around her waist. His fingers found her panties just as Aelin’s own hand slipped down the front of his pants until it wrapped around his length.
Rowan pulled the lace of her panties off to the side, sliding his fingers teasingly down the middle of her, making Aelin gasp in pleasure. She needed more, and didn’t think she could wait much longer for it.
As if he read her thoughts, Rowan grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up so that she could wrap them around his waist. Her fingers tangled into his silky hair, vaguely aware of Rowan freeing himself the rest of the way from his boxers and lining himself up with her entrance, yet making no move.
Aelin whined, jutting her hips forward, needing the connection so badly she felt like she was going to combust.
“Just fucking do it,” Aelin hissed.
Rowan’s fingers dug tighter into the muscle of her thighs before he finally entered her with one long thrust. Aelin cried out at the sensation, lips parted and swollen from the rough kisses they had shared.
“Good gods, Aelin,” Rowan groaned, burying his face where her neck met her shoulder. He pulled out before rolling back in slowly, filling her up once more before he started to increase his speed.
She couldn’t hold back the little groans and whimpers that escaped her lips as Rowan fucked her deeply. It seemed that a week and a half of fantasizing about fucking him again had made her a bit more desparate.
“Yes,” she breathed into the night air. “Yes, right there.”
“That feel good?”
“Oh gods, yes. Don’t stop.”
Rowan complied, hips moving faster, somehow managing to fuck her deeper. His groans and curses were muffled into her shoulder, teeth sinking into the exposed flesh there.
Aelin must now have a record for the worst places to get fucked. In the back of a car and now on the side of the house where all her friends currently were. She couldn’t find it within herself to care at the moment. The way Rowan filled her up, the euphoria it brought, made it impossible to worry about anything.
Aelin could feel a tightening deep within her, knew she was getting closer and closer to her peak. Judging by the frenzied speed at which Rowan was moving inside of her, he was close as well.
“Rowan,” she murmured, making him lift his head and meet her gaze. His pupils were blown wide in pleasure, sweat dotting his brow. Aelin’s heart was pounding in her chest, knowing she was on the precipice. “I… I’m-”
She didn’t get the chance to finish her statement, immense pleasure washing through her as she finished with a cry. Rowan kept fucking her, holding her gaze the entire time as he worked her through her pleasure. With a few more thrusts, his hips stuttered, and with a groan, he finished too.
For a few moments, they remained in that position, panting and catching their breaths. Eventually, Rowan slid out of her and gently lowered Aelin to the ground. He tucked himself back into his pants as Aelin fixed her skirt and her top, breathing starting to even again.
“So,” Rowan said, raising a brow. “Same time next week?”
She should have laughed in his face and told him to keep dreaming. She still hated that bastard but fuck, was the sex good.
Aelin looked at Rowan, hating herself for what she was about to say.
“I’ll think about it, Whitethorn.”
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23A Masterlist
Three weeks in Italy. It was supposed to be a once in a lifetime, dream vacation. She had been dreaming about it for months. But now that she was on her flight, the only place Aelin wanted to be was in her bed.
And the jerk in the seat next to her was definitely not helping.
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Read on AO3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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Chapters posted whenever I so choose.
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Too Soon For Wedding Bells Masterlist
Summary: Aelin Galathynius didn’t expect to be married at 21. She didn’t want to be an accessory for some wealthy lord that would become king. Even though the princess had fought battles and faced armies, nothing scared her as much as her newest situation: an arranged marriage. After Sam, she’s not ready to move on, but will have to play along for the sake of her kingdom, because nothing is more important than her people.
Rowan Whitethorn had better things to do than travel across seas for the sake of an alliance. As one of his queen’s best warriors, he should be by her side, protecting his people from danger. But no, he was being shipped to Terrasen like a gift, his only relief being his companions, fellow Fae serving in Maeve’s inner circle. He didn’t want to play baby-sitter to a spoiled, arrogant princess, but would have to deal with it for the sake of his homeland.
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6
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