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kill bill - sza

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[shyvioletcat]

I wrote this for Day 2: Logistical Nightmare for @elorcanweek2022​. My Elorcan is pretty rusty but I think it passes.

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Lorcan lay in bed, staring at the canopy above him unable to sleep. A very little known fact about Lorcan Lochan was that he was unable to sleep if he had cold feet. And right now his feet were near frozen. The cause of that was the woman next to him who was tucked in and wound up tight in the blankets of their bed. 

Elide slept cold, and he supposed with the years of independence and isolation she didn’t seek him out in the night. Instead she curled onto her side and took the blankets with her. If Lorcan was… a regular sized man this wouldn’t be a problem, he would be able to tuck his feet under the remaining blanket. But the bedding just covered him at the best of times. This was not the best of times and with his feet exposed to the cold night air Lorcan could not sleep. 

He sighed and looked over at his wife, lacking the will to pull on the blanket to get a little more. It would be fine, all Lorcan had to do was get out of bed and get another. Sleep would surely come after that. 

Easing the blanket off his upper body Lorcan went to get out of bed when a soft sigh from next to him had him halting his movements. He looked over, Elide had rolled onto her back and stretched out and a small smile tugged at his lips. His love was adorable when she slept. That word was one Lorcan never imagined using in his life but there was no other way to describe it. Her features softened, and her lips tended to be caught in a perpetual pout. When she stirred or was close to waking her brows would furrow like the disturbance to her sleep was an affront. 

Her brow furrowed right now and in the soft moonlight that cut through the curtains Lorcan watched as her eyes peeked open.

“Where are you going?” Elide asked him.

“I was just going to fetch another blanket,” Lorcan told her softly.

Elide’s eyes closed again, and the crease between her eyebrows deepened. “Why? We already have one.”

“Well, my lovely wife, you take more than your fair share,” Lorcan said and his reply was a disgruntled moan of protest. “It’s true. You can’t deny it and I can’t sleep with cold feet.”

“You what?” Elide asked. 

“I can’t sleep with cold feet.” 

Wordlessly Elide moved closer, unrolling herself from the blanket and throwing it over him. Lorcan took the hint and rearranged the blanket so that all of him was covered—most importantly his feet. When he was done Elide curled up next to him, resting just her head on his shoulder. 

“You can stay now,” she whispered. “Keep your feet warm.”

“Thank you, Elide,” Lorcan said, his lips on her forehead. 

This time Elide hummed in pleasure and it wasn’t long before she was asleep again. Lorcan wouldn’t be surprised if she had no recollection about this in the morning and it was likely that his secret about his cold feet would remain just that. 

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[live-the-fangirl-life]

By the Light of the Moon

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Ghostly Stroll

Walking through a graveyard on Halloween, what a cliché. Happy Spooktober

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warning: Potential Crying, Mentions of Death

1358 words

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The moonlight shown through the cloudy sky, reflecting in the small puddles left on the paved, damp road.

Aelin liked stepping in those puddles.

She would huff a laugh every time her boot fell in the shallow water, creating rippling distortions to the light before it calmed and mirrored the moon once more. She liked the feeling of the stray droplets of water splashing against her foot.

Rowan didn’t comment, simply shook his head fondly and rolled his eyes with each passing puddle.

There was a chill in the air as a soft, crisp breeze blew through the trees. Aelin listened to the rustling of leaves—the ones that were left anyway, seeing as most had already turned shades of crimson, ochre, and toffee, before blanketing the ground.

As a particularly strong gust of wind lifted strands of Aelin’s blonde hair, now shimmering in the moonlight, Rowan reached across with the arm not entwined with hers and gently tucked it behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture and leaned closer to her husband, savoring the feeling of her shoulder pressing into his and smiling again as he turned his head to kiss the top of her head.

“This is nice.” She said quietly, “don’t you think?”

“Which part?” he asked, facing her and meeting her blue and gold gaze.

Aelin didn’t answer him right away, instead enjoying their peaceful stroll along the empty road. She pushed a stray silver lock back from his face. “The breeze.” She smiled as sounds filtered from houses out towards the road. “The echoes of strangers telling stories. The smell of a fire and roasting marshmallows.” Aelin caught and held Rowan’s gaze. “Walking this beautiful night with you.”

They kept walking, not in a hurry to get anywhere but just enjoying each other’s company. “It is nice, Fireheart. It’s the best time of year.”

Aelin smiled again as she caught the faint sounds of children giggling as the last, straggling trick-or-treaters collected their candy before returning home. She squeezed Rowan’s arm, keeping pace with him as they strolled farther down the road, enjoying the fresh October air.

“My favorite.” She agreed.

They walked along the familiar road for a while more before the houses disappeared and gave way to a large plot of land housing graves, tombstones, and mausoleums.

Aelin turned to grin at Rowan, and he knew exactly what she was going to say.

“It’s Halloween.” She said as if that was question and answer enough. He supposed it was, but Rowan raised a brow, and she rolled her eyes before amending, “Halloween, All Hallows Eve, Samhain—the sentiment’s the same. But we’re here,” she looked toward the graveyard for a long moment before insisting, “we can’t not go in.”

“Walking through a graveyard on Halloween,” he muttered dryly, but followed her lead as they passed through the creaky metal gate. Its not like he would say no to this, or to her. “What a cliché.”

Aelin snorted and met his amused stare with her own. “You say that like we don’t do this every year.”

The front of the graveyard mostly held newer burials, all polished headstones and fresh flowers. The farther back they walked, the older the dates on the stone became. The organization also became more haphazard the further back they roamed. Near the gate the plaques and stones had been lined up in neat rows, but as asphalt turned into cobblestone turned into grass-covered paths, the headstones were placed at odd angles and spaced at random.

“Hmm” Aelin contemplated, halting in front of a new-looking stone and glancing at the dates.

“No, not again, Fireheart.” Rowan groaned, knowing his wife too well.

“I’m going to say that this woman died at the ripe old age of eighty-seven while posing for a tastefully nude portrait.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a little vulgar to make up outrageous stories about the dead?” Then he snorted. “And how would that even kill her?”

Aelin raised a brow at him even as his lips quirked up. She steered them down another aisle. “Are you saying that because you actually think that?” Her tone made it obvious she didn’t believe it. “Or are you upset because you know you couldn’t come up with anything more interesting?”

He scoffed as they landed in front of a stone with slightly older dates. He glanced down at Aelin who was watching him expectantly as if to say show me what you’ve got. He glanced around, making sure one no one else was within earshot.

Occasionally, Aelin and Rowan would spot another person or sometimes a small group of people walking through the graves or staring solemnly at a particular headstone. They would nod in acknowledgment and share a brief, understanding look.

Not seeing anyone, he begrudgingly focused on the plaque and said, “Let’s say that this fellow lived his life in the circus and had an unfortunate fire-breathing accident.”

Aelin laughed, her eyes sparkling as they continued to make up stories.

They kept walking. Every now and then they would hear a bird flying across the grounds or the wind whistling through the trees.

“Ooh here’s an older one.” Aelin glanced at Rowan before nodding, “this one accidentally shot himself with a cannon.”

Rowan snorted, “how does one shoot themselves with a canon?”

“I don’t know,” she rolled her eyes, “maybe it failed to fire, and he went to check on it and suddenly boom.”

They meandered through the aisles and slowly watched as the stones became rougher and covered in moss, the words etched into them barely legible.

The clouds had cleared and now the sky was filled with the light of the fading moon.

This far back into the graveyard, neither Aelin nor Rowan could make out the entrance from which they came.

But that didn’t matter. Not as Aelin kept her arm hooked through her husband’s while they turned down another row of ancient, long-forgotten tombstones.

Rowan stopped walking and felt Aelin press herself closer towards him.

“What do you think about these?” he whispered; voice barely audible above the low wind.

Aelin squeezed his arm. “I think,” she whispered just as quietly, “they lived a long, happy life and forever thanked the stars that they found each other.”

The stones were old. Rounded corners from age and layers of moss were identical on the pair of faded headstones. And even though the letters had long since faded, the inscription was something neither of them would forget.

Go Rattle The Stars. Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius & Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. To Whatever End.

They stood quietly for a long moment. Their humor replaced with a calm serenity.

“How long has it been, Buzzard?” She whispered. “I lost count ages ago.”

A lie. Aelin knew exactly how many years had passed—how many anniversaries, how many holidays, how many celebrations; how many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren; how many Halloween nights she and Rowan had made this same trek through the graveyard.

“Too long, Fireheart.” he murmured.

She held his hand even tighter. They didn’t speak again, relishing in their companionable silence and the comfort of simply being with one another, until the moon had almost fully dipped beneath the horizon.

Aelin faced him, a fond smile growing as she placed a hand on his cheek. He still looked as handsome and young as the day she’d met him, despite them having grown old together long, long, ago.

“Until next All Hallows Eve,” She promised.

It wasn’t a thing to feel sad about, nor angry or frustrated. It simply was.

She wasn’t sure how it happened or why, but she and Rowan found each other every year on this night, and she would thank the universe for letting it be so.

“Until next year.” He held her waist as she wound her arms around his neck. Rowan leaned down to press his forehead against hers. “To whatever end, Aelin.”

“To whatever end, Rowan” she raised herself on her toes to kiss him.

As the last glimmers of moonlight disappeared, Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn faded away once more in a ghostly whisper.

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[connordavidscamera]

Paint a Picture (Alt. Ending) | Connor Brashier

A/n: This was supposed to be a part 2, but after a lot of thinking, I realized that a part 2 wouldn’t be right. So here is what the ending was actually going to be in the first place. This is also very much for @mariamuses who wanted to start a petition for a part 2 😂

Read part 1 here

Warnings: well that would just give the ending away so… idk man (she still has a thing for his eyes, I don’t know what to tell you.

Word count: 1.2k

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I sigh and place the art sleeve next to the letter. Then I zip up my back and with one final look at my work, I turn to leave the studio, but just as I’m reaching the door, Shawn walks in - of course with Connor and Brian behind him.

“Hey! We came to see the final thing! I’m so excited! Are you leaving?” Shawn asks.

“Yeah, I don’t - I don’t really like to stay and watch people critique; it makes me nervous. But, it’s done. So if you have problems with it, you have my number. I promise I can come and fix it. Not a problem at all.”

We exchange our pleasantries and goodbyes that he makes me promise aren’t actual goodbyes while the guys go into the booth to look at the piano. When I see Connor pull the art sleeve off the music rack, my breathing picks up, so I tell Shawn very quickly that I have to go and I leave the studio without a glance back. 

I rush to the elevator and curse to myself when it starts dinging at each floor, meaning it has already gone back down. I hear the click of a door just down the hall and I know it’s from Shawn’s studio, so now I’m slightly panicking. The doors finally open though and just as I step in when I hear that voice I haven’t heard in days.

It’s rushed and desperate, “Y/n?” he says, standing in front of me. His mouth is opening and closing like he wants to say something, but the elevator doors start to close and he quickly puts his hand out to stop them. 

Then he’s rushing into the elevator with me and allowing the doors to shut behind him. He lets out a few deep breaths, from that I can tell he probably ran to catch up with me. “You can’t - you can’t just walk away like that.”

“Connor-”

“No, please. I know I was a complete dick. I know that. I overreacted. I just, I don’t know. Some part of me was - my ego, my ego was hurt. That’s what it was. And there was no reason for it, honestly.”

I shake my head, “I didn’t mean to make it a big deal. I simply wanted to know that we were on the same page, and it’s very clear that we weren’t. I didn’t think. I was being selfish.”

“No,” he reaches for my wrist and I can’t help but stare at where we’re now touching. “No, you weren’t. You were right. I was being selfish. I only thought about what I wanted, not what was going to make you comfortable. I knew it wouldn’t bother me what the guys said about if we suddenly showed up as more than friends. But it’s different for you. I understand that now. I never want to put you in a position that makes you uncomfortable. Not ever. So I am so sorry that I did. And I am so sorry for the way I reacted. You didn’t deserve any of that.” He lets out a deep breath when the elevator dings, signaling that we’ve reached the ground floor. 

“You’re right. I didn’t,” I say, slipping out of the elevator, only for him to follow me.

“I want to make it up to you,” he says when we reach the door. 

“There’s nothing to make up, Connor.”

“Yes there is. Please. Please, just -”

“Just what?”

He sighs and stops for a minute, collecting his thoughts I presume. “The way I acted was awful. I know that now and I knew that then. I had no reason to act that way, to get mad at you for simply asking what we were going to say. I should have listened to you instead of talking over you. I want to fix that. I want to work on that.”

“There’s no point in working on it. I’m done with the piano, there’s no reason for us to even interact anymore,” I say, even though it hurts me so much to hear it. 

“There is a reason,” he nods. “There is. I like you. I like you so much, y/n, it’s unreal. And I want to be with you in any form you’ll have me. I just need a second chance. No,” he shakes his head. “I would genuinely be so grateful for a second chance to try and fix this if that’s something you would be interested in.”

I take in a deep breath, “I don’t know what I want. But I do know that I don’t like the way we ended things.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. I don’t either.”

“I think, if it’s something that we both want, then we could try again. But - you can’t freak out on me the next time I ask what we are.”

“I won’t. But, hopefully, next time you don’t have to ask. You’ll know.”

I nod once, “I would like that.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

I look up at him, like really look up at him for the first time in days and I don’t know how I couldn’t see it before. His beautiful green-blue eyes hold such sadness - they’re not sparkling in the way that I’m used to seeing them. I reach forward and caress the side of his face. He melts into my touch, taking hold of my wrist to keep me there. “Honey, where are those sparkly eyes, huh?”

“They’ll come back. Promise. Just have to keep looking at you, angel,” he says softly, his face growing hot.

I smile softly and shake my head, “You’re something else, Brashier.”

He chuckles and takes a step forward, resting his forehead against mine. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” I hum, still running my thumb over his cheekbone. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I nod against him.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he asks breathlessly.

I can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of me. “You’re asking me on a date.”

“Yeah,” his free hands rest gently on my hip and my skin burns underneath his fingertips. “You absolutely can say no. I just, I wanna make this right.”

“Well, I’ll have to think about it.”

Connor nods and pulls back, “Yeah, of course. Take your time.” He nods again. “I should actually get back up there,” he points behind him.

I laugh lightly at his flustered behavior. “Okay. I’ll text you?”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay. Good.” I turn around to walk out the door when I turn back. “Hey, Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go on that date with you.”

His smile, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it so big. “Really?”

“Really.”

Before I know it, I’m back in his arms and his lips are covering mine and I can finally breathe again. I take him all in. He’s so close. So firm and real against me. I want to stay here forever, chasing his lips. Nothing sounds better than that. At least not until we pull away. His eyes are still closed, lips puckered into that ever so beautiful pout of his. But when they open again, I feel my heartbeat against my chest. I know I’m staring at him like an absolute idiot. A love sick puppy.

He looks at me, eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I reach up and run my finger over his lips. “Those pretty eyes are back.”

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[moononastring]

Bouquet Full of Lust [Nessian]

Prompt: Nesta gets a little taste of sisterly revenge. 

Pairing: Nesta x Cassian (Nessian) with an Elucien cameo. Genre: Fluff/Humor Rating: SFW 

Author’s Note: Bouquet Full of Loathing will always have a special place in my heart as it is the first ACOTAR related fic I wrote and loved. Bouquet Full of Love happened soon after because I created a modern-AU vibe that I really loved. I hope you’ll enjoy the silliness that is Nessian and Elucien in this fic. 

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Nesta opened the door to her apartment with a sigh, happy to finally, finally be home. It hadn’t been too difficult of a day but that cockroach dating her sister had taken the day off, making Friday a lot longer than necessary. 

Granted, he had taken the day off to spend it with Elain so she couldn’t be too mad at him.

She shut the door and placed her keys on the table next to it and then, she noticed her surroundings.

Flower petals.

Everywhere.

Nesta blinked then her eyes followed the trail leading from the door to the couch to the kitchen, to the bathroom, and lastly, towards her closed bedroom door.

She smiled.

Well. Cassian sure knew how to surprise her.

“Cas, I’m home.” she called out softly, slipping out of her heels. She would need to change before the dinner at Feyre’s tonight anyway. But they had time. Time to fuck on every single one of the surfaces that he had covered with rose petals.

When a minute passed and Nesta didn’t hear a response, her brows furrowed.

“Cassian?” she called out again. 

Was he not home? 

Nesta moved closer to inspect the petals he had laid everywhere then stopped short at the sight of the couch. Covered in petals. But also...clothes? 

She paled. Was he —? Had he —?

No. She shook her head. Cassian would never cheat on her. 

But then she heard a noise from their bedroom and her eyes flickered to the closed door. 

Nesta straightened her back, her expression a murderous calm. If he was cheating on her, he was certainly going to die today. She stalked towards the door, her hand pausing on the handle as she heard the sound of her bed squeaking.

“Oh, that’s it. Harder, harder!”

“Like that, love?”

And Nesta jolted at the sound of what was most certainly a smack to an ass.

“Lucien!” came Elain’s moan and Nesta’s expression turned into revulsion.

“One more time, love. You can do it,” was that cockroach’s response.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place for Nesta.

The petals. The clothes. Her apartment.

“ELAIN!” she shrieked.

Nesta had known Elain would retaliate for when she and Cassian had ‘accidentally’ fucked all over Elain’s apartment, but she certainly hadn’t expected it like this. Months had passed! 

“Oh, Lucien!” came Elain’s moan again as the creaks of the bed got louder. 

“You better stop what you’re doing and get the fuck off my bed.” Nesta snarled, her expression if possible, more murderous. 

The creaks of the bed slowed at this and Nesta squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered in horror. She and Cassian caused the same slow creaks when they were close to finishing. 

“Oh for fucks sake.” she growled and shoved the door open, nakedness be damned.

What Nesta didn’t expect to find was Elain and Lucien, the former in panties and a bra, the latter in boxer briefs, jumping, yes jumping on her bed.

The two slowly came to a stop, breathless as the squeaking of the bed finally stopped and Nesta’s hands were shaking as she clenched them.

“Hello, Nesta.” Lucien said pleasantly with a wide grin on his face.

“Sissy.” Elain added and had the audacity to curtsy then giggle. “Did you enjoy hearing Lucien make violent sex to me?”

“You two — did you — what — I thought you were having sex on my bed!” she roared.

“As if. On a bedsheet Cassian’s ass has touched? I think not.” Lucien replied, his nose in the air. 

“But we did have sex in other places. I’ll let you figure out which ones.” Elain added, grinning viciously and she grabbed Lucien’s hand, jumping down to the floor. 

Nesta stood dumbstruck for a moment and then her vision turned red, fists clenched harder and fury in her eyes. 

“She’s going to blow, Elain. Let’s run.” Lucien pretended to whisper at Elain.

“The only thing she’s going to blow is Cassian.” Elain said, pretending to do a mic-drop and Lucien choked on his laughter.

Footsteps rushing towards the bedroom had everyone pausing as Cassian came barging into the room, his shirt already off. “Nes baby, you don’t need flowers to seduce me. I’m ready for some fun before dinner and I — oh shit.” he staggered to a halt, taking in the sight. His eyes flickered between Elain and Lucien laughing ridiculously and Nesta clearly about to murder them. “I’m...confused, a little afraid, and kinda horny.” 

“And that’s our cue to leave!” Lucien said cheerily, grabbing Elain and shuffling out of the bedroom. “Cassian, Nesta’s going to blow you, have fun!”

“See you guys at dinner!” Elain called out with a giggle and the two scurried out. 

Cassian blinked, quiet as he and Nesta listened to Elain and Lucien’s laughter while they gathered their things and left. He looked over at Nesta and chuckled.

Nesta’s head snapped to him. “You think this is funny? They contaminated our home!”

“To be fair, we did it to them first.” he said with a grin and walked over to her to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Nesta only scowled.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t murder them.”

“Because she’s your sister and he’s her boyfriend?”

“But him. I could murder him.” she said softly, more to herself than to Cassian. 

He snorted and pulled her into his arms, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’m pretty sure Elain wouldn’t like that.”

Nesta waved a hand, disdain on her lips. “That’s not a strong enough reason. She declared war with this little stunt.”

Cassian laughed and squeezed her tighter in his arms, giving her a suggestive look. “I can’t fuck you in prison, baby.” 

She pursed her lips at that and her eyes narrowed when she looked up at him. “But I want revenge.”

“The only crime you should be committing is destroying me with that beautiful body of yours.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, attempting to shove away from him but Cassian held on tighter, nuzzling into her neck.

“Please destroy me.” he requested.

She sighed. “You’re being obnoxious. If you’re not going to help me plot my revenge, you’re just in the way.” 

“Alright, alright.” he said and pulled back to give her a once over then leaned down again to give her lips a much-needed kiss. “Let me help you relax and then...we can plot the perfect revenge together.”

“Promise?” she said with a hint of a smile and Cassian grinned.

“You bet.” he replied and kissed her once more then, he gave her the look.  “Lucien said something about you wanting to blow me?”

Whatever small smile Nesta had on her face evaporated immediately. “Don’t say his name!”

It was Cassian’s turn to roll his eyes. “He’s not Voldemort, Nes.”

“He’s worse.”

“With the way you two hate each other so much, I bet he’s your work wife.”

“He’s my work enemy.” she said venomously. 

“Hmm, sounds like your work wife. You just missed him at work today, huh?” Cassian teased. 

Nesta made a retching sound. “As if. It’s the best of days when I don’t see his hideous face, that heathen.” 

Cassian hummed and gave her an amused look. “If you two weren’t so busy hating each other, I’d dare say you would be best friends.”

Nesta made a retching sound again. “How dare you insult me?” she asked but Cassian only laughed. 

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask Elain to marry him at some point. He’s going to be family and you’ll just have to get used to being nice to him.”

“False. I can hate him even more if he becomes so-called family,” she began, using air quotations. 

“I’m just saying, it’s really hot when you’re all angry like that.” he said and wiggled his eyebrows. “Can you unleash your wrath on me, sweetheart?”

Nesta huffed a reluctant laugh and shoved him away. “You’re ridiculous. Get away from me.”

“Stick to you like glue is what you’re saying? Hell yeah!” he said and much to her dismay, lifted her up bridal style and brought her down on their bed, immediately laying on top of her. 

“Cassian,” she choked out in protest but he only cupped her face and proceeded to attack it with kisses. “You’re crushing me!”

He finally stopped at that and grinned at her. “I know you like it when I crush you with my body.”

“Not when I’m trying to plot the murder of my sister’s boy toy.”

“We said no murder.” he chided.

“But —”

“Murder, no. Hot and heavy sex, big yes.” Cassian offered and Nesta’s expression flattened. 

“We can’t.”

“Why not?” he asked in exaggerated outrage and Nesta sighed.

“We need to scrub the apartment clean. I don’t know where their gross bodies were.”

This made the two of them pause and Cassian rolled off of her, and the two slowly sat up.

“How far do you think they went?” Cassian asked quietly, his expression matching Nesta’s disgusted one as they looked around the room. 

“Very.” she mumbled with a glare. “If I know anything about that cockroach and my sister, is that they’re very thorough.” 

Cassian nodded his agreement then shrugged. “It was nice of them to leave us a flower bouquet at least.”

“They did? Where?”

“On the living room table.”

Nesta immediately moved, stomping her way to the living room, her eyes zeroing in on the beautiful bouquet sitting on the table in the center of the room. “How did I miss that?”

“You must’ve been too excited to have sex with me.” Cassian said matter-of-factly with a nod and Nesta scowled. 

She leaned in closer to inspect it and sure enough, a notecard was sticking out of it. With a huff, she grabbed it and read it out loud. 

“To my sissy dearest, you will find in this beautiful bouquet a combination of mauve carnations, corianders, and a mix of coral and orange roses to convey a message from me...Oh god.” Nesta started, exasperated. “I hate when she does this.”

“I thought you loved her flowers?” Cassian said with a laugh, taking the notecard from her.

“I’m dreading to know what they mean.” Nesta replied, sinking on the couch, rubbing her temples. “She’s so dramatic. I can already tell I’m not going to like it.”

Cassian laughed again and sank down next to her, giving her a nudge. “She’s traumatized you with her flowers, hasn’t she?”

Nesta made a disgruntled noise. “It’s only become this way because of that weasel. He ruins everything.” 

“Aw, are you jealous that your work wife likes your sister more?” Cassian asked with what was supposed to be a playful pout but Nesta slowly turned to look at him, a glare so cutting, Cassian was sure he was internally bleeding. 

“Read. The. Card.”

He quickly cleared his throat and using his best fake posh voice, Cassian read, “This bouquet was inspired by my other bouquets of feeling. One full of loathing that was unknowingly created just for you. One full of love, created for my handsome knight in shining armor —”

Nesta made a retching sound.

“ — and this last one, created to signify the moment of us christening your home with our love,” Cassian said, then made a disapproving noise. “That’s gross but poetic, I guess.”

“I’m going to kill her.”

Clearing his throat again, Sir Cassian continued. “The mauve carnations represent dreams of fantasies. As you surely know by now, sexual fantasies can be so wonderful when fulfilled.” 

Nesta only groaned in response and his lips twitched.

“The mix of coral and orange roses signify passion and desire, two essential things in any relationship, especially when one has someone as handsome as my Lucien for a partner.”

“I’m going to kill myself.”

“And lastly, the corianders,” Cassian continued with a grin. “Represent exactly what this bouquet is meant to show, lust. A beautiful bouquet full of lust. I hope this inspires you and Cassian to live your naughty, passionate fantasies as Lucien and I surely did all over your apartment. Next time, please don’t have sex in my house.”  

“IT WAS ONE TIME.”

“We had sex several times in her apartment.” Cassian amended and laughed at Nesta’s murderous stare. “That was just the one time we got caught, which is why she went this far.”

“We didn’t choose it to be spiteful! It was either her apartment or some random bar bathroom!”

“Your lustful urges just couldn’t be contained, babe.” Cassian said with a grin and Nesta snorted.

“My lustful urges?”

“You couldn’t keep your hands off me long enough for us to reach our apartment each time.” he said with a smirk. “Must be something about that street that gets you all riled up.”  

Nesta rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day. “You’re just loving this, aren’t you? Having my sister and that vermin’s ass all over our apartment is funny to you?”

“It’s hilarious. Elain’s got balls. Didn’t know she had it in her.”

“It’s that toad’s terrible influence.”

“You don’t even know if they actually did anything or are just saying they did to psych you out!” Cassian said with a snort and this made Nesta pause.

“They would be the ones to do that.” she growled softly. 

“They really would. Your work wife and your sister make a great team when trying to unnerve you.” 

“Those little shits.” she snarled. “And he’s not my work wife! I can’t stand him!”

“Why do you hate him so much?”

Nesta’s scowl returned and she crossed her arms with a huff. “On my first day of work, as I was getting ready to go introduce myself to my colleagues, that turd bumps into me while he’s on his phone and the coffee I’m holding spills all over my silk cream shirt! He didn’t even stop! Barely threw an apology my way!” she explained angrily. “I had to go buy a hideous cardigan to cover it and it ruined my whole look.”

Cassian paused for a moment, his lips twitching. “Babe...that was two years ago.”

“My beautiful silk shirt had to be ruined with an ugly cardigan on my first day, Cassian. I don’t care how long ago it was.” Nesta hissed.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “You and your silk shirts. Did you ever confront him about it?”

She scoffed. “No. But I vowed to make him miserable from that moment.”

“I’d say you’re doing a great job. He can’t stand you.”

“The feelings are mutual.” she replied then smirked. “I can’t wait to hear his screams on Monday.”

Cassian gave her a knowing look. “What did you do?”

“Silly, silly Lucien forgot the windows open in his office. It was such a windy day today. His neat-freak little heart won’t be able to handle the chaos that is his office.”

“It’s 94 degrees today, Nes.”

“Papers everywhere...favorite pens mysteriously disappearing.” she said softly, almost dreamingly.

“You monster.”

“Oh and the thumbtacks for his bulletin board! Somehow scattered all over the place. Poor Lucien is going to end up hurting himself.”

“You’re an absolute monster.” he said, with a laugh. 

“It’s his own fault. He should’ve closed his window on Thursday before leaving. We had such strong winds today.”

Cassian took one look at her and the pure joy on her face imagining Lucien screaming and let out another laugh. “My petty, petty queen. Ready to plot revenge on Elain and Lucien then?”

“Absolutely. But first, we set fire to the apartment and move into a less contaminated place. Just in case.”

“Mm, just in case.” he agreed with a smile, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “Sounds like a lot of work though. Dinner first?”

“Can I make those two idiots miserable while there?” 

“Sure, as long as you being mean doesn’t get us kicked out or have anyone in tears.”

She smirked. “I can work with that if I have an incentive.”

“Oh?” he asked, grinning widely. “And what can I incentivize you with?”

“You. As my dessert, if I behave.” she asked sweetly and Cassian’s grin intensified. 

“I can work with that. On one condition.”

“And that condition is?” she asked with a quirked brow and his grin turned wolfish.

“I get to have you as a pre-dinner snack.”

“Oh, I can definitely work with that.”

Though Nesta would never admit it, Elain’s bouquet full of lust did exactly what it was meant to do: heighten the passion and desire between the love birds, long enough for them to forget that Elain and Lucien may or may not have, forever ruined their apartment.

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[mariamuses]

make it to christmas - alessia cara

it has been a wHILE you guys i know but like, i'm taking my residency exam in january so it's been crazy around here for a while... aNYWAY, i hope you like this little christmas cover, please give it some much needed love <3

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[live-the-fangirl-life]

Weird? Crazy? I once thought of a meet ugly where someone accidentally barges into a stall where someone is taking a shit just for the punch line “you scared the shit out of me” “literally” or something along those lines but I can’t imagine how either person would recover from the embarrassment unless they were in a long term relationship and this was in their home or something

Scared Shitless

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Prompt

"You scared the shit out of me" / "Literally"

This is total crack. This prompt made me laugh so hard I snorted. Please, anon, tell me who you are, because this was hilarious.

Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Warnings: Language, Crude Bathroom Humor (I apologize in advance)

791 words

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Rowan would think by now that he’d have learned this lesson.

The lesson being: don't let Aelin cook.

He’d known her for seven years, dated her for five, and been married to her for two; he really should have known better by now.

But she was so excited to try out a new recipe she found online, something that reminded her of a childhood dish. And she looked so proud and hopeful when she put it out on the table for dinner. It didn't taste the best, but it also wasn't her worst concoction, so Rowan didn't think much of it as he ate a single serving, washed it down with a couple glasses of water, and counted it as a success.

That was before he’d spent the last hour trying to relieve himself of that night's dinner, to no avail. As much as tried, and as much as he needed to, he couldn't do it,

Whatever Aelin did to that dinner, made Rowan more constipated than he’d ever been in his life.

He was just glad his wife was still asleep and not suffering the same way he was. First, because he was not having a good time and he didn't want her to feel the same. And second, because there was only one bathroom in their apartment and if she had the same issue, well, it wouldn't be good.

Rowan groaned again, wishing he could just give up and go to sleep, but he still had the horrible feeling of needing to go, but being unable to no matter how hard he tried.

He grabbed the green bottle of Aelin’s conditioner from the shower ledge and read over the back of the bottle. He’d already learned everything about her shampoo and body wash, he might as well finish the set. Rowan made a mental note to keep a book in here for future extended bathroom trips.

A loud knock on the door interrupted him as read about how silky the conditioner could make your hair.

“Rowan?” Aelin’s voice called through the wood.

“Yeah? I’m a little occupied, Fireheart, do you need something?” he tried not to sound too strained. As much as he loved his wife he really didn't need her seeing him right now. Especially not as he finally, finally, felt like he was getting somewhere.

She banged on the door again, “Rowan, I really need to get in there! Please, open the door!” she sounded frantic; her normally cool, sometimes cocky, voice reduced to an anxious whine.

“Uh,” He looked at the locked door which was about a foot out of his reach from his current position. “I can’t really do that right now.”

Her banging on the door became more insistent. “Ro! Gods, help me, open this fucking door!” He could hear her muffled, and not so muffled, curses as she muttered about how she was never going to touch a stove again.

“Rowan Whitethorn,” Her voice felt almost as strained as he did, “Promise me, on our love, that you will never let me cook again. Oh godsㅡ”

“Aelin? I swear to all the gods listening that I’ll never let you cook again.” he managed to grunt out as he heard her steps disappearing. Good, maybe she was feeling better.

He was so close, gods he could almost feel the relief, but not quite. He tried again, using so much force his neck strained and he could feel his face getting red.

So close.

He was too focused on trying to finish this, that he didn't hear the sound of metal tinkling in the doorknob.

Come onㅡ

The door burst open, banging loudly on the wall as it crashed into it, most likely leaving a dent. Aelin was there on her knees with a bobby pin in one hand and a bent paper clip in the other.

Rowan’s eyes met hers and he was so startled that his body seemed to jump off the toilet seat. The rush of adrenaline or shock and the quick movement sent him over the edge and he felt his body relieving itself.

Aelin got to her feet and stalked towards him as he looked at her and said breathlessly, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Literally.” She snorted, at his words or his relaxed expression, he wasn't sure. Then her smile dropped and she hastily told him, “now finish and get out cause I need that.”

He did exactly that. Finally leaving the bathroom, Rowan crawled back into bed and waited for Aelin to join him. As he tried to stay conscious, he couldn't help but think they had just covered some type of married-life milestone. Turns out that when you're married to someone, there's no shit-shaming.

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[connordavidscamera]

Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 11| Connor Brashier

A/n: we have reached our end point. Thank you for sticking it out with me. (Again.)

Summary: It’s presentation time. 

Word count: 1.2k

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Week 11

“You ready?”

“I still have 12 hours, bub.”

He chuckles, “I mean are you ready to present. But that too.”

“I’m ready to present,” I nod. “And I do have an answer for you.”

“Yeah?”

I smile, “I do. But I won’t tell you until after the presentation.”

Connor narrows his eyes at me, “You’re evil.”

I pucker my lips, blowing him a kiss. “You love me.”

“I do.”

I don’t know why it still makes me blush, but it does. “We’re up,” I say, fiddling with the ring on my finger.

“Brashier and y/l/n.” 

“Let’s do this, baby.” He takes my hand and pulls me with him to the front of the class. “So, our concept for this film was two college student’s falling in love. It could have been with each other or it could be with other people. And as you watch it, you’ll figure out which one it was. So this is Living, Loving, and Filming. We hope you enjoy it.”

I give him a sideways glance and we move off to the side as the intro starts, a soft strum of the instrumental playing behind our voices in the film. 

“I’m Connor David Brashier, twenty-one, a junior here at UCLA.”

“What happened to Living, Learning, and Filming?” I whisper.

I swear to god when I come home / I’m gonna hold you so close.

“Thought this had a better ring to it,” he mutters back, his eyes still on the screen.

“Can you see yourself falling in love with someone?”

“Yes. Yeah, I can see myself falling in love with you.”

"Someday. I think maybe it just isn't the time for me yet. But it would be nice, I think, to find that comfort in someone. That someone that you want to spend every waking moment with."

“You’re something else, Brashier.”

“Shh.. watch,” he points to the screen. 

“Falling in love is wonderful,” Connor’s voice fills the speakers as an old couple walking down the street covers the screen, then a young couple holding hands across the table. 

“Falling in love is euphoric,” I say when Connor’s blue eyes appear close on the screen, the sides of his eyes crinkling as he laughs, pushing the camera out of his face. 

I swear to god I can see / four kids and no sleep.

“You want kids?”

We’ll have one on each knee / you and me.

“Yeah, someday…”

The music quiets down, becoming basically nonexistent. I take over the screen, I’m in his t-shirt and a pair of leggings - it’s the day he came over to film and we definitely did not do that for a while. I’m dancing around the room to Mr. Brightside. 

“Connor,” I whine. “Sing with me… turning saint into the sea.”

He rolls his eyes, but comes in with the next line. “Swimming through sick lullabies.”

“Choking on your alibis. But it’s just the price I pay,” I sing, kneeling on the bed where he’s sitting. “Destiny is calling me… open up your eager eyes.”

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, causing my cheeks to flush and instantly stop singing, covering my face.

“Love is beautiful, but it doesn’t come without heartbreak.” His voice comes through the speakers once again as the music starts to swell, instrumental only. “They don’t tell you that heartbreak can come quickly and without warning. They don’t tell you that you can be completely heartbroken and still totally in love with the person who hurt you. They don’t tell you that when you love someone and they love you back, you are both so much more vulnerable than you’ve ever been, and that it physically hurts to not be with them. That’s something that you’re just supposed to find out on your own. I did find that out. And I’m still in love and I’m hoping she still loves me too. I’m hoping this goes somewhere beyond this project.”

We’re falling so fast / we’re falling like the stars / falling in love / And I’m not scared to say those words / with you I’m safe

It’s now just us, it’s fast paced, photos and videos. Him kissing my cheek, me kissing his. Cuddling in my bed, me throwing my pencil at him when he’s distracting me from my homework. We’re dancing in his living room - trying to actually, he can’t dance. I’m doing my makeup. He’s tying my shoe. Our hands are swinging between us.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“I have. I am.”

“Yes. I am now.”

We’re falling like the stars / we’re falling in love

“I do love him. I think this will go somewhere too,” I say through the speakers just before the screen cuts to black, rolling the credits, watching Connor’s reaction. 

I may have added that last part without telling him. So he’s looking at me now with wide eyes and he looks like he might be fighting back tears.

“Thank you. That was lovely,” our professor nods. “You may have a seat.”

But we don’t sit because Connor is pulling out of the room while the rest of the class is clapping for us. 

“You love me?” He asks once we’re down the hall, both of his hands holding mine.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I already told you that.”

“I just - you said you needed time. I thought you were trying to talk yourself out of giving me another chance.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I needed the time,” I admit. “I love you,” I say definitively. “I can’t fight that, even if I wanted to.”

“And just to be clear… you don’t want to?”

I giggle, “I don’t.”

“And we’re doing this? Like really doing this?”

“If that’s what you want.”

He nods vigorously. “I want it. I do. Of course I do.”

I can’t help but laugh, taking one of my hands from his and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “You’re very easy to please, Brashier.”

“Well that you already knew,” he smirks, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, bringing me closer to his body.  “And I plan on spending the entirety of Christmas break trying to find new ways to please you.”

I raise my eyebrows, “Why, Connor David. Whatever are you insinuating?”

He laughs lowly, burying his head in my neck. “We’re not leaving my room for a while, baby. I hope you’re okay with that.”

I nod, “I am.”

“Good.” He’s quiet for a minute. 

“What’s on your mind?” I ask, running my hand down the side of his neck, to his shoulder.

“So, does this mean I get to hold your hand whenever I want? And cuddle you on the couch? And kiss you until we both feel like passing out?”

“You can,” I nod with a big smile. “But my question is: why aren’t you doing that already?”

He smiles, “I don’t have an answer for you.”

“Connor.”

“Hmm?” He’s staring at my lips. 

“You can kiss me now.”

“I was getting there.”

“Can you get there faster?”

“Wow, we’re two minutes into our relationship and you’re already bossing me around,” he chuckles. 

I hit his arm, “Well you better get used to it, bub.”

He hums, “Well as long as we know who’s boss in the bedroom.”

I nod, “You can definitely take charge there.”

“Good… I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Good.” I say and he lifts my chin, connecting our lips. It feels good. It feels more than good. It feels right. It feels right because it is. I’ve never felt better. “Bub?”

“Hmm?” he asks, resting his forehead against mine.

“I like ‘loving’ better than ‘learning.’”

His thumb rubs over my bottom lip, “Me too,” he agrees before leaning in again. 

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