#pencil talks to rowan

[kazbrekkerscrutches]

Xavier Thorpe - Believe Me

Warnings: Threatening Thing (JUSTICE FOR THING), mention of reader being hurt (no gore, no b!ood), overall just love and tension (ENJOY!)

Words: 1.4 k

SHE/HER PRONOUNS

Context/Trope: Reader sneaks into Xavier’s room to find out about Rowan, he catches her. Basically, reader is an Addams (not like Wednesday) and with modified storyline with cheesiness.  

I saw Xavier coming back from his run, hair wet, skin dewy, earbuds in his ears, his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest.

Dear, what a sight for my sore eyes.

He walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him; Thing slipped into his room before the door was closed. I heard another door slam; probably his bathroom door, which means; perfect timing for me to go find out all of his secrets.

I opened the door silently, shutting it quietly behind me.

His room looked like a normal boy’s room. Poster/paintings/drawings on his wall. An artist has to show their talent somehow. Thing looked for anything that could lead me to find out if there was anything about his dear ex-roommate, Rowan.

The one who tried to kill me two times.

[Flashback]

I got out of the infirmary, after that humiliating fencing experience, only to find out that it was raining.

Wonderful. I mean truly, this is quite uplifting.

I opened my umbrella, walked toward my room when I heard a vibration coming over me. I looked up only to find the statue of a gargoyle being tipped to fall on top of me.

This a peaceful death, I thought.

“Y/N!” I heard the familiar sound of a boy taking me by my waist and pushing me to the ground.

Everything was black after that.

[Xavier’s POV]

“Y/N!” I saw Rowan using his telekinesis to try and kill her. I took her by her waist just in time before the gargoyle hit the ground.

I had placed one of my hand under her head, hoping she didn’t break anything. I was almost on top of her, my heart beating out of my chest, tears prickling my eyes.

Please don’t let her be dead, I thought.

“Y/N?” Can you hear me?” I took her face in my hand, placing her gently in my lap.

No reaction.

I gently pressed my ear to her chest, hoping to hear something.

A heartbeat, another one. Thank God, thank whoever is out there.

I picked her up delicately and led her once again to the infirmary. The nurses told me she was okay, that she would’ve been killed if it wouldn’t have been for me.

“Please be okay, Y/N” I whispered. “I can’t lose you. You’re all I have.” I sighted, reassuring myself that she was okay. She will be okay.

She woke up minutes after my words.

“Y/N. Take it easy.” She sat up slowly from the bed, looking straight at me.

“That thing was about to fall on me, correct?” I nodded; she touched her head slightly with her hand.

God she is so beautiful. Her long Y/H/C hair that covered her face slightly, her pale yet sometimes rosy complexion. Her dark clothing, yet fits her so right. God, I am totally in love with her.

“Thank you, Xavier. For not letting me die.” She smiled at me.

No way. I’d never thought I’d see the day when Y/N Addams would smile at me.

“Anytime.” I offered a warm smile back, and we kept talking for a little while, still with my heart beating out of my chest, but in a good way this time.

[Present time, Y/N’s POV]

I looked around the place, finding an empty bed.

Rowan’s, I thought.

I looked under the mattress, not finding anything. His desk, empty. Everything was gone. Not even a single hair was on the mattress or the pillow that was left behind.

I switched my sight over to Xavier’s side.

Maybe there’s something that Rowan hid in there, I thought.

I looked on his desk where colored pencils and pens were spread out on the table.

His sketch book was the also, his initials carved on the leather cover.

X.T.

Such pretty details. I opened it, finding drawings of raven, spiders, sharply detailed drawings.

A cello appeared too. My face was the next page. All my features were correct, as if he drew this with me two inches from his face.

Another drawing of me, sleeping in the infirmary had me shocked.

Was he obsessed with me? Is he like Rowan? My thoughts were rattling through my head.

I was so in my space that when I turned around, I was face to face to the boy in question.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” He was very close to me; hair dripping wet, a hoodie on top of him and pyjama pants hanging on his hips.

I tried to get a logic and sane explanation out, but the stupidest thing came out instead.

“I came here because I thought Rowan might’ve hidden something that could’ve led to him to try to kill me.” I nervously fidgeted with my fingers behind my back, which is something I never, ever do.

“I don’t think there’s anything in my sketch book that might help you, Y/N.” I could practically smell what soap he used to clean his body, wash his hair.

“Right. I should go.” I tried to go but he trapped me by his desk with both of his arms on the desk.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N.” He tilted his head so that he was leveling with mine.

“I did tell you the truth.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

“No, I think you’re here because you have something to tell me. Something that isn’t about Rowan, or the Nightshade or of what Thing found out.” Thing crawled out to be in Xavier’s sight.

He bent down to my ear, whispering slowly in it.

“Are you here to tell me that you like me?” He pulled back, still trapping me by his arms.

I could fell my cheeks heat up, my legs felt shaky and everything about me wanted to scream yes to him. To make him kiss me, touch me with his hands, to embrace me into his scent and make me his.

“That is in your dreams, Xavier. Or shall I say in your drawings too.” His face broke out into a smirk.

“What if I said that I liked you too, Y/N.” My eyes widened up, every part of me that was filled with anxiety left my body.

“I wouldn’t believe you.” I lied.

He bent down to tilt my head up to look up at him. He came closer to me, his lashes practically brushing my cheek.

“You don’t believe me? I’ll guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

His lips met mine, a fire exploded in my heart, my brain, my everything. His lips were soft yet so passionate and kind. His damp hair tickled my cheek as I wrapped one of my hands by his neck, the other one in his hair. His other hand traveled down the valley of my back, caressing my upper back down to my waist. He pulled me closer to him, feeling the softness of his shirt yet the hardness of his body underneath.

We both pulled away to breathe and look at each other.

“Do you believe me now, princess?” I nodded repeatedly.

He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine, I lifted my head up to kiss him again and he gladly accepted. I pulled back and looked at him.

“I’m sorry I barged in your room. I should’ve just asked you.” He rubbed his hands down my back.

“Do it again. I don’t mind.” I laughed a little, he did too.

I checked the time only to notice that I had to go meet Enid in our room.

“I have to go. Enid emergency.” I still looked in his eyes. Beautiful green eyes.

“Manis for her and Thing, got it.” He kissed me once again on the lips before we both pulled away from each other.

“So, you like me right, like this isn’t to get information out of me?” He asked, half joking.

“Yes, I like you, Xavier. Though I could still get information out of you anytime I want.” I winked, leaving his room as he was smiling and I walked back to my room.

Thing followed me from behind, all excited about his manicure.

“If you tell anyone what happened, I will rip out your nails.” I snarked, he shook slightly in fear before swearing he wouldn’t say anything.

I guess I did not fall in love with a psychopath.

#xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #wednesday

[queentala]

Random small headcanons for my fav SJM men

Those are totally random thoughts I had and just kept collecting, also I'll be adding new ones when I'll come up with something. Feel free to reblog and add yours <3

I think Gavriel can draw really well, especially with pencil. Like, you know, he's a really precise and detailed guy, plus thanks to his soldier skills he has really stable hands, and it just sits right with me

Azriel loves when you paint his nails black. Also once you made him wear eyeliner and he actually really liked the results, so now from time to time he lets you do it

Aedion has his ears pierced but doesn't wear any earrings (it was probably a dare, even more likely he was drunk then)

Ruhn likes to have a small, faint lamp put on when he sleeps. It looks like a white sparkle and doesn't cast much light but having it next to his bed makes him feel somehow more safe and comfy

Also, he loves being held while sleeping. When you let him snuggle to your chest and hold him tight... It's his paradise, he can stay like this for eternity

Cassian is very ticklish (especially on feet). It's actually his secret because, come on, he's the Lord of Bloodshed, how can he be ticklish? And of course you fully respect that, not wanting his reputation to suffer, however, when it's just the two of you... Let's say Cass has to be pretty alert most times as you love to take advantage of that

Fenrys always brings you a plushie from his travels to foreign countries. Actually, he brings you many different things like jewellery, dresses, combs, mirrors, gems... everything. But a plushie, is a must. You have a whole collection of small cute stuffed animals (mostly wolves) from different parts of the world. Every one of them has a name, personality and a back story which you and Fenrys always come up with

Aedion is a horse girl. He rides so well and just loved being around those animals since he was a little boy. Often he takes you on all day long trips around Terrasen. Also he has few of his favorite horses and he spoils them so much, they're just his babies.

He also probably has like six dogs and wants to adopt every one he sees on the street

Lorcan most of the times either doesn't cuddle or is the big spoon. However, after really hard day he loves to fall asleep with his face in your breasts and his hair stroked

Sometimes when Rowan is engrossed in his work, he hums songs mindlessly

Fenrys talks in his sleep, and this goes to the point where you can literally argue with him or have a whole conversation as he's asleep

Aedion swears a lot. Gavriel doesn't swear almost ever and his face when Aedion starts throwing curses he could never imagine is just priceless

However, Gavriel knows many langues. So, whenever he's angry and finally hit his breaking point, he starts shit talking and insulting everyone in a foreign langue no one knows (just imagine him aggressively talking to himself in Spanish while walking around and throwing hands in the air lol)

Cassian always sleeps naked and refuses (will literally get offended) to do otherwise, even if there are different people sleeping in the room (read: Azriel)

Dorian baby talks to his dogs. Sometimes when he does this he forgets that he is a king and then have the whole castle talking about it for the next week (people find it adorable though. some of them at least.)

Rowan always has some blades with him. Always. Dude could be standing in the room only in his boxers and still proceed to pull out a knife from gods know where

Also, he will never admit it but he has some of his favorite blades that he had named. But if you'd ever done this he would laugh at you

Once you've gotten Ruhn a bracelet for his birthday that was a guitar pick of his favorite guitarist on a black string and from then he doesn't take it off. Ever.

We know Ruhn has this very rare and useful ability to speak in people's minds, however his favorite way to use those abilities is to make the dumbest jokes in your head in the most random moments and watch you burst out laughing around all those strangers that have no idea what is going on

GAVRIEL HAS DIMPLES

AND SO FUCKING DOES AEDION

(he also got the big d genes from him but it's the topic for other post)

So, Fenrys is a master at coming up with the weirdest nicknames for his loved one, however, no one compares to Cassian in this matter. His creativity sometimes is more than flesh and blood can bear

Lorcan is actually the biggest girl dad

Let's be honest, Dorian has better skin care than any lady in the whole sjm universe

Cassian loves being called your pretty princess

Azriel loves puzzles. And Legos! There's no better way to spend your day off than building castles and forts, and then having an actual battle between your kingdoms

Bat boys are not really fond of thunder... I think they have bad experiences with flying during storm and it haunts them to this day. They always want to be the little spoons and be cuddled when there's a storm outside

Azriel has bat slippers and Fenrys has wolf or bunny slippers

Dorian loves wearing sygnets. He has so many and you're simply obsessed with them. He's a king, he has to look decent, you know, but Dorian loves wearing them even if it's just the two of you snuggling or sitting in the library reading. Or when he fucks you and you can feel them dig into your skin when he grabs your ass..

Lorcan enjoys having his hair combed. He just melts when you do it. And if you do a little braid somewhere on his head he will keep it and wear it for the next few days

Gavriel is the best dancer you will ever meet. On the balls he can easily make everyone's attention turn to the two of you. But he also likes to dance with you in your house or chambers, where there are no people or music, and to be honest both of you like those moments much better

To be continued....

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[lexix001]

Rot

Xavier Thorpe x reader

"Who is that" I asked nudging my friend. "What" Ajax turn his head to the girl im pointing at. "Oh y/n" he said. "Is she new?" I asked again. "She wasn't really the center of the attention" Ajax reply again.

"I wanna go talk to her" I said. "Y/n is the girl that leaves you to rot, she says I am real and you are not" Ajax qoute more like a robotic tone. "I am real and you are not?" I repeat him. He gets up and leave. What is wrong with him. I sigh and go to my dorm. Taking my art book with me. But I still have her in my mind. But I'm too late for that.

I walk to my dorm putting my stuff to my table. And head to the bathroom to take a bath. I also take a nap there since rowan got expelled. I have the bathroom all to myself. And that is when she appear.

"Y/n!" I called out. She look at me with questioning look. "Can I help you?" She said. "Im xavier we are in same potion class" I explain. "Cool" She said and slowly to walk away. "I- I didn't mean to scare you" I apologies. "You should be the one who scared" she chuckled. "Sorry?" "Let me guess, bianca haven't told you anything yet" she said.

"Oh I am so sorry if she said rumor about you" I muttered. "Its not a big deal" she said looking up to me with adoring eyes. I woke up freezing cold. As the warm hot water became cold. I walk out and change into my casual and head to the main area where student hang out, on my way there I found her, "Y/n!" I called out. She look at me with questioning look. "Can I help you?" She asked. "Im xavier we are in same potion class" I explain. "Cool" She said and slowly walk away.

"I- I didn't mean to scare you" I apologies trying to catch up with her. "You should be the one who scared" she chuckled. "Sorry?" "Let me guess, bianca haven't told you anything yet" she said. "Did She make a rumor about you?" I asked. "I guess so" she eyed up Bianca and sigh. "Hey, its alright they will forget about it" I comfort her. "I'm gonna trust your word Thorpe" she smile and walk away. I can't help but let out a small smile too.

Her smile give me reason to live for, her smile kept picturing to my mind so I know what I need to do. I sharpen my pencil and begin my piece of art, Her.

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[kaicubus]

Being academic rivals with Xavier

warnings ✩° : cursing, tension, rivalsssss eheheh...

pairing ✩° : xavier thorpe x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : forgot to mention i’m making my preferences more short bc a long time ago my cousin said that i should keep preferences relatively short and sweet.

- As a the top student of your class, it was easy getting good grades. You basically never had to study. That was until Xavier Thorpe became number one and humiliated you, knocking you down to second.

- He is EXTREMELY sarcastic when it comes to messing with you. I’m talking the type of sarcasm that makes you want to jump on him and rip his hair out level sarcasm.

- But it’s ok because that’s his way of messing with you.

- Assigned seats are a thing, unfortunately, and even worse : in nearly all your classes, you’re forced against your will to sit next to Xavier.

- See it wouldn’t be much of an issue if he weren’t so tall. But he is, so his extra length causes him to occasionally brush up against your arm or leg with his own. It’s inevitable but when it happens, both of your minds just buffer.

- He doesn’t say sorry, instead he just pretends like it never happened, but he also sneaks a glance towards you to see how you reacted when he accidentally did bump into you.

- He seems to always be in the library whenever you are, so if you choose to sit by him he’s going to try and strike up a conversation.

“What are you studying?”

“History.”

“Cool. Need help?”

“Does it look like I need help?”

“Honestly? Yeah, it kinda does.”

- If you constantly worry and stress over school ((twins)) and Xavier sees that? Best believe he’s going to make an attempt to try and be there for you. A simple note from a paper he tore from his stash in his bag, he would ask if you're ok. When you're obviously not, you'd say you were to avoid any more interactions with him. But he knows.

- SUPER competitive in art and sports. They're the only time he’s actually smiling and laughing with his friends and expressing extreme emotion around you. Otherwise he’s calm, cool and collected.

- If he loses to you in a sport or competition of some sorts, he’ll sort of throw a tantrum. Like, smash a tennis racket on the ground kinda way or breaking his pencil and throwing it. Sometimes it backfires and hits him right back in the face. It’s cute.

- Group projects...you're almost always assigned to have HIM as your partner. Everyone in the room can feel the tension. The two most competitive academic scholars of Nevermore...right next to each other...working...TOGETHER???

- Despite your history with each other, Xavier wants to talk to you. He’ll find any excuse to talk to you under all those eye rolls and crossed arms.

- The ONE time you ask for help from him is during an art project worth 80% of your grade. One thing led to another and you now have a whole splash of red paint over your almost finished canvas. Ashamed and embarrassed, you ask the guy who you know to be an absolute god at art, Xavier.

- Through the whole thing, he coaches you through fixing and removing all the paint, of course at first he said “You know, it’s pretty fucked up, I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help you” but once he saw the tears in your eyes he stopped immediately and started to help you.

- Ever since then he’s made passing complements towards your art.

- He makes snide comments like, “Admit it, you like talking to me,” or, “When are you going to accept that you think what I do is impressive?” just to get a rise out of you.

- Since you two are a part of different friend groups, you don’t see each other at lunch a whole lot. Sometimes you’ll see him at his table of friends, and he’ll notice you too, but it isn’t long before Ajax or Rowan do something stupid and his attention is locked back onto his friend group.

- Constant glares from across the room or passing through halls by you, and eye rolls and teasing grins from him.

- “This would be a lot faster if you just let me help you.”

- He’s the type to have a nickname for you because of something dumb you did when he was around. Yes, he makes it known that he’s talking to you when he uses it, and yes, everyone knows.

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[leiawritesstories]

I'm so happy for you, congrats🫶🫶🎉

This prompt: "I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

thank you so much 🥹🥹❤️ i ADORE this prompt

Word count: 1,154

Warnings: kids being uncontrollable as usual

enjoy!!

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"I'm home!" Aelin called, pressing the button to close the garage door as she stepped into the house. She kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief, set down her leather tote, and counted exactly eight seconds before two sets of little arms flung themselves around her legs and waist, two excited little voices squealing for Mama! "Hi, my loves," she laughed, ruffling her children's hair. "Let Mama actually get into the house before you tackle me, alright?"

"Tackle?" Brannon perked up, hearing his favorite word. At ten years old, he was just as sports-minded as all the other boys in his class, and he'd had to learn that if he wanted to tackle, he needed to be outside in the Whitethorn-Galathynius family's expansive backyard.

"Of course that's the only thing you hear," Aelin chuckled to herself. "Not literally, son," she told him. "I'm way too strong for you to tackle."

"Are not!" To prove his point, her son charged, barely able to latch his arms around her waist before she swept him up into her arms, tipped him over her shoulder, and carried him into the playroom.

He shrieked with laughter. "Okay! Okay Mama! You win!"

"That's right, B," she teased, squeezing him in a brief hug. "Hi, my boy. How was school--aaaaaand he's gone." She laughed to herself. "Boys."

"Hi Mama!" Seven-year-old Evie gleefully took Bran's place in Aelin's arms, snuggling herself up close against her mother.

"Hi, lovey," Aelin beamed, holding her younger daughter close. "How was your school day?"

"Good!" Evie's grin was a perfect replica of her mother's. "I got a gold star on my spellin' test, an' I pushed Timmy off the monkey bars!"

Aelin's shoulders shook with mirth. "Evalin, honey, haven't we talked about how you shouldn't push other kids on the playground?"

Evie shrugged. "He said Sana's bow was stupid."

"Hmm." Unable to resist her little mirror image, Aelin winked. "Well, I understand that, then. But next time he says something like that, you need to tell the teacher, okay?"

"Okay." Evie bobbed her curly blonde head. "Wanna see my gold star, Mama?"

"Of course I do!" Aelin let her small daughter lead her back out to the kitchen, where she found her eldest child sitting at the dining table, working on a set of math problems.

Evie tugged her past the table before she could stop and say hello. "C'mon, Mama!" Aelin followed her to the fridge, where her latest spelling test was stuck to the door with magnets. "Look!" Evie pointed proudly to the gold star adorning the top of the page.

"Well done, lovey!" Aelin gave her a high five. "You're way better at spelling than I ever was."

"Really?"

"Yep." She nodded. "Don't tell anyone, but I couldn't spell 'banana' the right way until I was Lana's age."

"And you still can't," Rowan teased, coming up behind her and sliding his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, just below her ear. "Hi, my love."

"Hi." She turned to face him and pressed her lips to his, earning a full set of disgusted noises from the children.

"Ugh, you guys! Gross!" Lana protested, throwing an eraser at Rowan's back. The oldest of the Whitethorn children, she was almost thirteen and growing up far too fast for Aelin and Rowan's liking.

"Just give it a few more years," Aelin whispered into Rowan's ear.

It was her husband's turn to shudder. "Don't remind me," he groaned.

She chuckled. "I won't. Not when you're cooking dinner, at least." Leaving one last kiss on the edge of his jaw, she went back into the dining room and sat down next to her oldest. "Hey, Lana."

"Hi, Mom." Lana was busy with her math homework, pencil scratching against the paper as she worked through a problem. Aelin could tell from the set of her daughter's jaw that she was stuck, so she waited quietly until Lana groaned and tossed her pencil down on the tabletop.

"This is stupid," she grumbled, scowling. "Stupid math. Why can't they just give us equations instead of stupid word problems?"

Aelin retrieved the pencil and placed it next to Lana's math book. "How far did you get?"

Grudgingly, Lana turned her paper so Aelin could see. "I literally don't even know." She pointed to the problem in the book. "I kinda get what it wants me to solve for, but it's not helpful at all with how to solve it."

"That's why it's called a problem, sweetheart." Aelin read the problem over a few times and looked over her daughter's work. "You've got it just about halfway solved, actually."

"No I don't! There's three variables, I only found one!" Lana was on the verge of wailing.

Aelin kept her voice calm. "Do you know how to use a system of equations?"

Slowly, Lana nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, good. Here." Aelin rewrote the two equations Lana had found using the variable she'd solved for. "Now can you substitute so there's only one variable?"

"Um..." Lana took the pencil back and scribbled. "Yeah! I can." As she grasped the problem, she wrote faster, until she'd solved for the second variable, plugged it into one of the equations, and found the third. "I did it!"

Aelin checked the math and nodded. "You did it!"

Unexpectedly, Lana got up and squished her mother into a hug that was all lanky limbs. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." Aelin smoothed Lana's messy, light blonde hair and let her go put her math book away, homework done for the night. She went back into the kitchen and took the stack of plates from Rowan's hands. "Let me."

He flashed her a grateful look. "Thanks, babe."

"Ewwwww," Lana grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she passed by.

"There's our almost teen," Rowan chuckled, fondly.

Aelin came over to get silverware. "Stop saying that, it makes me feel old as hell." She pressed her fingertips to his lips before he could make a smart remark about how she was old. "I know, I'm not twenty-two anymore, but neither are you, my love." She smirked. "You've always been old."

"Rude!" Checking to make sure the kids were far out of eyeshot, he flicked the dish towel at her, swiping it across her ass.

She flashed him a wicked grin. "Careful with that, old man. That's how we found ourselves in this situation in the first place."

His face flushed a delightful shade of scarlet and he coughed, choking on whatever he'd been about to say. "I love you so much," he wheezed, regaining his breath.

"I love you more." Silverware set, she slipped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his shoulder. "I know we're already married, Ro, but I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

His deep green eyes went soft. "I'd marry you again every day, Fireheart."

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[zairaalbereo]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Linaaa!! That is such a difficult (but lovely) question lol. When looking back at my own work, it can be hard to focus on what I like about it rather than what I messed up.

But here are two that I do still like quite a bit:

I like how much the first one looks like an illustration from one of my childhood books, but yk… gay. 😆 I love the pose and how wholesome it turned out. I especially like the snow in Nicky’s hair.

With the second one I really like the frame and Joe’s peaceful expression. The warmth and tenderness of it. And the folds of the sheet. When I finished it, I immediately knew it was a favourite. And as for my traditional art work in charcoal and pencil, I’d have to say these:

Both Joe and Primo were done in A3 format (30 x 42 cm) so it was a fuckton of work. I did Joe while sick with Covid and unable to do anything else, and I think his beard alone took me half an day. But it was worth it.

Primo was my first foray into colour and there are so many fucking layers of shading. His shirt nearly killed me lol. But it really showed me how much I had grown as an artist.

And Joe and Nicky’s kiss? That one came easy, but on a really shitty day. I’m still really happy with how I managed the angle of their heads (which can be so, so difficult).

Well, and I guess then there has to be a special mention for this whole ass series, which I’m maybe proudest of, because I didn’t think I could pull it off, and yet it kept growing and growing, just like Joe and Nicky’s rowan tree.

And well, if anyone of you would like to tell me which art of mine YOU really like? I’d love to know!

#asks #self love #artists on tumblr #my art #the old guard art

[shyvioletcat]

~ Rowaelin Month ~ Day 2 (Round 2): Babies/Pregnancy

We’re all just going to ignore how late this is. So, Striking Matches just had another birthday and I can’t so Rowaelin Month without these guys making a comeback. So please enjoy. 

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Aelin had eaten all her food, well… all the food she wanted to eat anyway. She had got through her fresh fruit, popcorn and mixed nuts, then she had looked at her very healthy salad prepared by her very fussy husband and her stomach turned. The whole thing was completely unappetising, she couldn’t even stand the smell of it. The scent of the vinegary dressing jammed itself up her nose and even made Aelin gag. Very quickly she put the lid back on and pushed it away from herself before it met a grimmer fate. Her next action was to pick up her phone to complain to her husband about her dismal circumstances.

>> Why did I let you make me a salad for lunch?

Aelin waited for a reply in the quiet staffroom, she was the only one in there because her class was in the library for this lesson so she decided to use the time for a snack break. 

<< Because you wanted to eat healthier. 

The very truthful message received a glare. He was right, Aelin had said she wanted to eat healthier, eat better, for the baby. It wasn’t a bad thing. As her overly fussy husband liked to remind her, everything she ate the baby ate and it would be a good idea to get a few more greens into her diet. 

>> I made a mistake. 

<< Why? What happened?

Aelin sighed. She wasn’t exactly starving, but yeah she could definitely eat. So instead of saying that she chose a more tactical approach. 

>> The baby doesn’t like the dressing. I’ve run out of food. 

<< Oh no, what a disaster. 

>> Don’t sass me, this is serious.

It took a minute or so for another message to come through. 

<< Did you eat everything you could?

>> I’ve eaten everything the baby will allow me to. 

<< What a little punk. They’re lucky they're cute.

Aelin laughed at that one. All they’d seen of their baby were blurry black and white images, hardly any discernible features. 

>> Maybe if you could give me something to look forward to? Promise me you’ll stop by the bakery on your way home and I’m sure I’ll be able to last. 

<< I don’t know, Aelin. You did make me promise to help you keep the junk to a minimum.

>> Yes, but this is an emergency.

<< I believe working as a firefighter I know what an emergency is and this is definitely not an emergency. 

Aelin huffed. Damn her husband and his simple rationality. 

>> There are different kinds of emergencies, Buzzard. Not all include smoke and flames. Come on, the baby has made the decision here. This isn’t coming from me.

When he didn’t reply Aelin decided to give him a nudge in the right direction. 

>> Maybe something from the bakery.

Down the road from the firehouse there was a bakery and just about everything they sold Aelin would eat without question. And knowing Rowan he would cover his bases and get a few things. She waited for confirmation, getting excited at the prospect of treats. But it didn’t come, there was no playful resignation. No more bickering. Just silence. Aelin tried not to get annoyed by it, that was an irrational reaction. Something could have come up and Rowan no longer had the time. Like a real emergency as he had implied. 

Aelin sighed, gave her phone one more look before she slipped it into her pocket. 

~~~~~

The corridors were quiet as Rowan walked towards Aelin’s classroom. There was a hum of commotion when he passed a doorway but other than that there was no one else around. He managed to to get himself a little excursion by swapping desk duty with Fenrys and taking out one of the small response vehicles, That way if there was a call out he would be able to get there without much fuss. One hand was rested next to where his pager was clipped to his belt and the other held a bag of pastries that he knew his wife was going to love. 

He hadn’t seen the point in waiting until after work to give them to her. The semi closeness of their workplaces had some benefits. And bringing his lovely wife who was doing such a great job of growing their child a few things to eat was just one of them.

Her brightly decorated door greeted him, the lettering of ‘Miss G’ the biggest feature of all. Rowan peeked through the window and saw her moving between tables, smiling and talking to her students. She was wearing a plain green t-shirt that was tucked into a pencil skirt made of a stretchy material. It hugged her baby bump which she had been proudly showing off since it appeared. He watched her for a moment. If he didn’t have somewhere to be he would have watched her for a little longer, but he was on a time limit. 

Rowan opened the door as quietly as he could, trying not to disturb the class or draw attention to himself. No one noticed him; they went on working and paying attention to their teacher. He loved to watch Aelin as she worked, she had a way with the kids that she taught and a natural affinity with her profession. Adorable was the first word that came to mind, but it was more than that. 

“Okay, guys,” Aelin said, standing up straighter and resting a hand on her bump. “It’s time to finish up with our handwriting. When you’ve finished the page you can go to the mindful colouring tray and pick a page to work on. Then it will be time for lunch.”

As a few of the students started to bustle about Rowan’s cover was finally blown. One of the boys had spotted him as he got up to put his book away. 

“Fireman Whitethorn!” 

Aelin's head snapped over to the door, her face was confused and then brightening when she realised it was him standing there. 

“Hey, how are we doing?” Rowan said, finally closing the door all the way and then stepping into the classroom. 

He recognised Aelin’s class, a month or so ago they had come to the firehouse which seemed to be the new tradition with her classes since the first excursion two years ago. In response to his question, there was a smattering of ‘goods’ and some more greetings. Aelin weaved through the desks and came right up to him, placing a chaste kiss on lips. She didn’t go far after that, tucking herself into his side. 

“What are you doing here?” Aelin asked. “It’s quite the surprise.” 

Rowan just held up the bag in his hand. 

“You didn’t,” she was grinning wider now. “You spoil me.” 

By now they had gathered an audience, about half the class was still in their chairs, the others had gathered around them in a semi-circle. 

“I couldn’t very well leave you here and starving,” there was a lot of sarcasm dripping from that last word. That earned Rowan a pinch to his side and his over the stop reaction had the class giggling. 

“Fireman Whitethorn,” a little girl with freckles and strawberry blonde pigtails that he couldn’t remember the name of, raised her hand. “Is that your baby too?”

“Well, I sure hope so,” Rowan replied smoothly, making Aelin snort.

“Miss G, I have a question,” this time it was a boy who had something to say.

Recovering quickly, Aelin asked, “What is it, Joey?”

“How are babies made?”

This time Rowan was the one to break, he wheezed which he tried to cover with a cough. He ended up hiding his face in his elbow as he choked on another laugh. The only hint of Aelin’s amusement was the smile she was fighting and trying very hard to hide. 

“You know what, I can’t remember,” Aelin said, her voice shaking just a little. “That’s one you need to go home and ask your parents about.”

To save them from any other awkward questions the bell rang and now all the children were on their feet. 

“Alrighty, guys grab your lunch boxes and go next door. Make sure you don’t make any mess,” Aelin told them. 

It only took a few moments for the students to clear out through the classroom door and then it was just to two of them, well maybe three technically. Rowan raised a questioning brow and Aelin tilted her head trying to figure him out. 

“They visit classes to eat lunch, helps with socialisation,” Aelin explained and when Rowan’s expression didn’t change she poked him in the shoulder. “What?”

Rowan caught her by the waist again and pulled her closer, she moulded to him all too easily—the best she could with the bump in the way. “You don’t remember? I certainly do.”

Aelin laughed, still feigning ignorance. “I’m sure you do, but yeah… it’s escaping me.” 

“I’m sure I can remind you when we get home,” Rowan’s voice was low and a little rough, just the way Aelin liked it. 

She shivered but from the gleam in her eye he knew she wasn’t about to take the bait. “That’s not how twins work.” 

He guffawed, that had caught him off guard. 

“I think you missed some crucial parts in your sex education. I can’t get pregnant again, what a ridiculous thing to say, Rowan,” Aelin kept on. 

“I’m ridiculous?” Rowan interjected, but his darling wife just pretended like she hadn’t heard him.

“I’m sure I have a book around here.”

Aelin went to pull away but Rowan wasn’t letting her get anywhere. He tugged her hand so that she faced his fully and wasted no time in cupping her cheek. She smiled and there was another round of snark coming, Rowan just knew it. To stop it, Rowan kissed her—Aelin hummed contentedly into him, her finger digging into his shirt of his uniform. When they pulled apart Rowan was pleased to see her face was flushed. 

“You know exactly what I mean. And when we get home I’ll be more than happy to prove it to you,” Rowan’s words held a promise. 

Aelin nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good.”

“Go on, eat your food,” Rowan rustled the bag Aelin still held. “I should get back before Lorcan kicks my ass.”

Rowan finally let her go, and Aelin opened her bag of treats. She looked utterly delighted as she pulled out a chocolate filled croissant and tore the end off. What made her unbelievably adorable was the dance she did on the spot as she ate it.

Then she looked at him, mouth still half full and mischief dancing in her eyes. “Tell your boss to leave you unmmaimed. You have a promise to keep.”

Rowan lent in, kissing her goodbye instead saying it. “Don’t I know it.”

~~~~~

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#I am always going to be late it might just have to be something we all accept #striking matches au #rowaelin month #roawelin fanfiction

[artiststarme]

A Hopper Snippet from "What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins?"

So this is a Hopper POV set sometime between the second and third parts of the story. I didn't think it fit well in the story but it works as an extra snippet!

~*~*~*~

Hopper had been through a lot. He’d lost his mother at a young age, gone to war and seen things that no one should ever see. He lost his little girl far too soon, was presumed dead after the mall fire, and was tortured for months in a Russian prison. With that being said, he’s never felt as panicked and frantic as he did right now learning that the boy he considered a son was gone. 

“Okay, what do you mean he disappeared? Did he just take a day for himself or is this another Barbara Holland situation?” He asked the kids, trying to remain calm.

“No! He’s gone. Eddie and I went to his house and his dad said that he kicked him out. We can’t find him, Steve is missing!” Dustin wailed, teetering on the verge of tears. 

“Do you have any idea where he would go? Did you check with Nancy or Robin? He wouldn’t just leave.” Steve was an extrovert at heart and Hopper found it hard to believe that he wouldn’t contact at least one of his friends that he was close to. 

“Hopper, I’m telling you that no one has seen him in weeks. He stopped wanting to hang out with us so we were giving him space. Nancy hasn’t talked to him since the grad party and Robin is out of town. We don’t know where else he would go because he doesn’t have any friends besides us!”

Hopper’s heart shuttered. If he truly got kicked out by his parents, why wouldn’t he come to him? He always made a point of letting Steve know that he would always be welcome at the cabin when he helped rebuild it. Every gathering at Joyce’s, he would let him know how important he was to the group. But thinking back, Hopper had never blatantly said that Steve was the son he’d always wanted, that he liked having him around and being able to check in on the kid. 

He probably didn’t leave. If his parents truly did kick him out of their museum of a home, he was probably just sulking about it at the quarry or in the woods somewhere. Steve wouldn’t just ditch town, no way.

Hopper nodded to himself, appeased at his attempt at self comfort. “Alright, I’m going to go talk to Richard and Cynthia. You kids head home and I’ll call you later to let you know what I find out. I’m sure he’s just hiding out somewhere around town. Got it?”

The kids nodded sullenly and made their way out of the station and to their bikes. Hopper sighed, when he found the kid, he was going to smack him upside the head for making them all worry. He just hoped he found him soon.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20: Epilogue

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#Haha you guys thought I was done #NOPE #should I post some more snippets like this one? #feel free to ask me questions or send messages! #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steddie #fanfic #mike wheeler #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #stanger things #chief jim hopper #joyce byers

[writeranon69]

Sunny is at school and finds a pencil on the floor... It's Aubrey's pencil.

Rowan: "Sunny, do the right thing and return that pencil to its rightful owner!"

Omoriboy: "Are you kidding!?!? Don't you remember how mad she is at you!? She'll think you stole it and kill you!"

Rowan: "Well if you don't return it you'll be an actual thief, would you rather live with that guilt for the rest of your life or would you rather die doing the right thing?"

Omoriboy: "LIVE SUNNY, I WANT YOU TO LIVE!"

Sunny: "Can't I just put it in the lost & found?"

Omoriboy and Rowan: "oh..." both of them paralyzed by their own stupidity.

As Sunny put the pencil in the lost & found, Aubrey slammed her fist onto a locker, for unbeknownst to Sunny, Aubrey had dropped her pencil on purpose in order to get him to talk with her again.

this was sent a while ago so take baby sunny and little mari as compensation

#omori #omori sunny #sunny omori #omori aubrey #aubrey omori #omoriboy #omori rowan #rowan omori #omori sunburn #sunburn omori #sunburn

[satyrmagos]

I shared these over on bluesky, so i thought I'd share them here, too, since (for whatever reason) I don't seem to talk much about my illustrations and novels on the First Great Hellsite.

Above are Derrek Rowan and Khanaarre, the protagonists of my nearly-done novel, The Prince's Fighters.

Derrek and Khanaarre, the protagonists of my nearly-finished novel The Prince's Fighters. Each has their own reasons for joining the quest to restore the deposed heir to her throne; each has secrets that could destroy them if revealed.

Khanaarre is the first elf to study human wizardry instead of her own people's sorcerous traditions. She was trained by an exiled master of the Order of the Black Mask, a brotherhood of wizards who are famous for their dangerous and illegal experiments. She has been with the prince for almost two years at the beginning of the novel. Each day that passes makes her secrets more dangerous to her if they are revealed.

Derrek is one of the two most powerful wizards in the world. He and the other Great Wizard, his former master, achieved their power by reproducing the lost magical arts of the previous great empire, Illustria, the secrets to which they have shared with no-one. It's public knowledge that he helped the Ierikhus the Usurper overthrow the prince's parents and take the throne. His reasons for joining the prince are as opaque as his reasons for abandoning the Usurper the very day of his victory.

All these drawings are mechanical pencil on paper. Maybe some day I'll ink and color them (physically or digitally), but for now I have more drawing and writing to do.

If you're interested, you can find out a lot more about these two, and the prince and the rest of her party, and all my other arts and writings, over at my patreon.

#oc #original characters #writing about writing #dathl'lyr #sword and sorcery #wizards #elves

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

LATE NIGHT. . . . XOWAN

note: this kinda sucked and honestly i just admire this crackship

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rowan was never the type to stay up late, unless under necessary circumstances. it was exams week, nevermore was just like every other normie school he attended, sure it was full of blood suckers or psychics but it definitely didn't make a change of how he felt. he was known for being a total loser with 0 social skills, the person who can raise him above the bar a bit was the fact that he is xavier's roommate and that they were friends. rowan crept up quietly to the dorms, carefully not to drop any of his books or a strayed out pen from his sling bag.

he then gets inside theirs, dropping his bag and his books at the desk at his side of the room. xavier was awake, sketching away in his sketchpad. rowan would often wake up to that, just him and his stupid sketchpad. when he first was informed he was his roommate, rowan was a bit scared if he even wanted to actually talk to him because of that hobby. it ended in a situation where xavier had found himself talking with him at his first night in nevermore, to rowan who was fighting his own eyelids to stay up. at that night he seemed to have seen another side of the tortured artist. ever since that night there have been instances where both friends would share their troubles with each other, a heart to heart. rowan felt pity at first then it stupendously grew.

it grew to an unfathomable adoration of his dirty blonde hair and his tall lanky figure. his skillfull hands always wrapped around a paintbrush or a pencil of some sort. he hated the way he looked, such a way that made him want to feel the most unideal emotion ever: infatuation.

little does he know whenever he would quit eyeing him in botany class, xavier would sneak glances towards him.

rowan went into the bathroom with a set of his clothes and changed, he went back out, took off his glasses and set his inhaler on his bedside table to finally throw himself on the bed. thinking he could sleep for the rest of the night and get at least 7 hours of sleep.

"rowan?" he didn't dare move, pretending to be falling asleep. the sound of graphite gliding on paper stopped. he hears shuffling on the bed and then light footsteps, xavier sat on his bed. he gave up.

"mmm?"

"can we talk?" xavier asked him. rowan propped himself up with his elbows to meet with his sea green eyes. "about what?" he asked. "i know this'll be a weird ass question you know, since i'm asking it to a dude and not like -"

"just- just say it." rowan rolls his eyes as xavier spares him his rant and sent him a smile. "would it be weird if... if i had feelings for another guy?"

for a moment, for a moment he thought that he had a chance.

"no its completely normal." he blurts out. xavier raised an eyebrow at him, "do you like guys too?" he questions. rowan blinked twice and sighed, "for the most part yeah." he told him. xavier nodded understandingly. "how did you, y'know, like who like..." he was trying to find the right word, rowan steps in "triggered it?" he guessed in a soft whisper. xavier nodded, "someone that i thought who was anti social." he said, with that statement it could've been anyone. "anywayy-"

rowan grinned at him, "sooo who's the lucky guy?" xavier rolled his eyes "like i'm gonna tell you." he jabs his pointer finger on rowan's chest once and giggled. "what? scared that i'll get him first?" rowan joked. xavier laughs, "in all honesty though, how can you tell if like you actually like the guy or like is it just a handful of platonic feelings in one." he asked.

rowan hums, "let's see you talking about him."

"what?"

"come on now, talk about him, his eyes or whatever features you really love about him."

xavier pursed his lips for a moment and folds his arms, "this is just your way of making me describe who he is." rowan laughed, he laughs along. "oh well, i guess we'll never know how you really feel about him."

the taller boy's smile fades away slowly, his eyebrows knitting together in thought. "well he's a bit stupid and dorky." xavier muttered, sighing afterwards. "we've been friends for a long time, he and i are polar opposites. he may seem dorky but in all honesty he's clever and smarter than the people in this dump." he chuckles, rowan had a feeling it might be ajax or one of the nightshade members. he remained silent, listening intently for what he had to say. xavier took this as a sign to continue.

"well you know it would be unfair if i just sit here and talk about my crush when clearly, i think you need someone to talk to about yours." xavier pointed out. rowan widened his eyes, "you don't want me doing that-"

"but i do." he interrupts him. xavier's green eyes boring right through rowan's doe ones. a genuine moment where rowan wanted to kill himself for even liking this boy. xavier could ask him to do anything with those eyes, tension was thick to the point that his cheeks had a crimson glow. rowan was the first to look away. "fine."

"we'll take turns to make this interesting alright?" rowan nods in agreement. "so we alternately talk about what we like in each other's crushes then we get to have one guess at the end of it. we're not allowed to guess who it is in between telling each other." xavier instructs with a mischievous glint in his eye and a grin on his face. rowan sits up this time.

"you first."

rowan swallows a hard lump in his throat, if he ended up guessing it was him he'd have no problem in denying it. "he's popular." he decides to start slow, which makes xavier raise an eyebrow at him. "he seems to be the laughingstock of the school." rules are being followed so far, rowan didn't want to assume "he's caring and really really talented." xavier blinks, having a bit of a suspicion.

"he has the most adorable eyes."

"he likes to be alone despite being popular."

"he doesn't like to have fun."

"he loves art."

there was silence in the conversation, the more they each shared to each other bits of information of who they liked, both had had small clicks in their heads- a wake up call if you will. this makes rowan nervous because xavier does not mutter a word after what he had shared. rowan gulped, "a-are you done?"

"he's short." rowan chuckles at him, xavier frowns "what?" he asks "nothing."

"he has nice hands."

"he has well kept hair."

"he cares about his hair too much."

"i love his eyes, he wears glasses."

"you just said that- i like how nonchalant he is."

"yeah but they need to hear it more."

"do they?"

"mmmm yeah."

for the next 4 seconds utter silence enters the room, the both of them just staring at each other. xavier groans burying his face in his hands in frustration. "can't play the game anymoreee!" he mumbles, which came out a bit muffled. rowan laughs nervously "what do you mean?" xavier huffs taking rowan's hands, and grasping onto them tightly. "we tell each other who it is right now, on 5."

"what-?" he starts counting from 5 and rowan panics. was he gonna say it, he has to say it, he can't lie! whatever name was about to spit out of xavier's mouth in 5 seconds he'd just have to deal with it.

"you."

it wasn't a name. they both looked up at each other, completely in shock as they stared into each other's eyes once again. rowan couldn't take it anymore, he stands up from his bed and went on his way to leave the dorm "rowan- wait! stop." xavier stammers as he struggles to stand up from the bed and chase rowan right before he could open the door to go out. "you like me?" xavier asked him rowan had his back against the door his hand on the doorknob, ready to swing it open to just escape this situation. xavier's hand caressed his cheek, rowan was surprised he didn't trigger an asthma attack out of him. "yeah." rowan sighs out. next thing he knew, a moment he never knew would ever come, his lips on his as he caressed his cheek, he felt butterflies in his stomach and it was a desire fulfilled indeed.

#xowan #xu's fics #wednesday addams netflix #xavier thorpe fanfic #rowan laslow netflix #rowan laslow #xavier thorpe #mlm #xowan fanfic #xavier x rowan

[llyncooljones]

everything changes, but you stay the same - rowaelin month day four.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist 

prompt: royalty/modern royalty au.

word count: 2527

trigger warnings: language, slight sexual content.

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twelve years old.

Rowan loved the outdoors. Loved it, liked it, adored it. He was enamoured by it, as his best friend in the entire world would say. Rowan didn’t say things like that, he didn’t know all the fancy words and all the fancy spellings like she did. She tried to teach him, she loved to sit against the big oak trees in the forests and tell him to repeat after her.

Sometimes he listened, but other times he was distracted by the sun shining off her hair. And sometimes when she would smile, he couldn’t think for a moment. Because he felt blinded, like when she dared him to look into the sun.

He wondered if she knew the fancy word for that feeling, but he didn’t ask. He didn’t want to seem any dumber to her than he already did.

On the good days, when they went down to their oak trees, she would bring a pencil and a notebook, so that she could teach Rowan the fancy spelling, and the correct way to write. She was writing in perfectly joined up, perfectly straight, perfectly formed cursive. All while Rowan could barely write legibly on a good day.

She had brought a notebook and a pen today, and Rowan wanted to be able to say it didn’t freak him out. But then he’d be lying. And she said that lying was unbecoming, so he tried not to do it. He loved it when she smiled, and he wondered if unbecoming meant she wouldn’t smile again.

He didn’t want that.

Not at all.

He also really didn’t want a pen. He didn’t like that you couldn’t erase it, make it better. It was permanent, it was forever. He didn’t want his bad handwriting to last forever. He didn’t know how long forever was, but it sure sounded like it lasted for a while.

He, however, loved the outdoors most when she could come with him. When they could play together. When her dressers put her in slightly less expensive clothing, and when his mother told him as she walked on by, busy with work, to put on the grass-stained jeans and the t-shirt from yesterday.

Today they ran around the forests and the castle grounds. Ducking in and out of trees, sliding their way through tiny gaps in hedges, and sliding underneath the branches of their favourite trees to climb on.

But before they could get very high, a royal guard had stomped into the wooded area and informed the princess she was needed elsewhere, that she needed to go. Right away. Without the riffraff.

Rowan didn’t know what riffraff was, but the way she gasped, the way her cheeks turned red, and her ten-year-old teeth were bared—gaps where her teeth had fallen out. More like gaps where she had pulled her teeth out when they had been wobbly for too long.

She was like that. A little bit crazy, but only ever in a good way.

He had watched as she was marched to the wood doors of the castle, sneaking in behind them as she wriggled around in his grip, black leather gloves holding onto her upper arm. He had to calm the rage that bubbled inside of him, had to tell himself it was a bad idea.

He followed her and the royal guard all the way to the king and queen’s chambers, eyes and ears pressed against the gap between the doors. He could spy the bright colour of her dress, could see hear he vaguely. But not enough to make sense of it.

All he heard was ‘forbidden to see him anymore’ and ‘inappropriate conduct for a royal’. He knew they were talking about her horrible cousin, who had tried to grab her butt at the last televised royal function. Because the only other person it could be was him, and her parents would never forbid them from seeing each other.

He walked away, keeping to the shadows, and wondered when they saw each other tomorrow if they would finish climbing the tree, they had been trying to climb today.

fourteen years old.

It had been so long since Aelin had seen him, spent any quality time together, with him. The last time they had exchanged anything more than smiles, quick hugs, and notes had been two years ago. It had been two whole years since she had taught him how to write, how to spell the ridiculous words her governess loved to teach her.

She hated to be taught them.

She hated her parents more and more, each and every time she saw him wandering the castle’s halls alone. Each and every time, it blew a hole in her heart, a hole she knew only his reassurance could mend. On each occasion, she saw him climbing the trees they had once climbed together, and her eyes welled with tears. She wanted to climb those trees, she wanted to wander the halls with him, making fun of the extravagant paintings of her ancestors.

She wanted to teach him how to spell extravagant when he quietly whispered he wasn’t sure what it meant.

She sometimes felt so angry she cried. With her head in her pillows, she would let out heaving sobs at all the moments they had missed out on together, all the things that had changed and she hadn’t been able to notice in time. She would weep tears, cry rivers of them down her cheeks, as she thought of all the words, he’d had to teach himself, of all the times he’d accidentally written pen and she hadn’t been there to rip out the page and shove it into one of the roaring fires in the castle.

She wondered all the time if he was taller than her now. If she had missed out on his growth spurt or not. If he had grown into the bushy silver eyebrows, she had teased him about. Wondered if his arm punches when she called him ‘old man’ would hurt now. And thought about how if it hurt, did it mean he was muscular?

And then she wanted to know how he had got muscular, was it the climbing trees and the scaling of castle drain pipes? Or if he had taken up a manual labour job in the castle, alongside his mother, like he had said he would.

If he kept all the promises he had made when they were still friends.

Most of the time though, she flicked through their old notebooks—seeing his spelling attempts, his terrible handwriting, the doodles, the hangman games, the noughts and cross in corners and between words. And when she does so, she sat on her window sill, looking out onto the castle gardens, trying to spot the flash of silver that belonged to him.

And if she did, she’d knock on the glass until he turned around. And when he did, she would smile and wave and try to convey how she missed him, and how she wished her parents hadn’t assigned her a royal guard who kept out of his way.

And if she couldn’t get his attention, she’d knock on the glass until her knuckles were bruised, and she had switched hands, and her arms muscles screamed, and he had re-entered the castle with no knowledge of her watching, and her wishing.

sixteen years old.

It had taken two years, six months, three weeks, four days, and give or take twelve hours for Rowan to break. It had taken that much anger for him to finally punch her guard in the face, with enough fucking built-up anger to knock him out.

He had been closing in on fifteen years old when he just couldn’t take it.

He couldn’t bear the thought that her parents had so much say about her friends, about him. He thought they were the monarchs of the people but really all they cared about was their power and their control.

And he was sick of the thumb on top of him, and on top of her. So, he did something about it.

And he got himself saddled with community service as a window cleaner (of all things) at the castle for his efforts. And in all his heroism, he landed the princess an extra guard.

Every time he saw the slightly crooked nose of the guard he had socked, he smiled how criminals did. With a sick twist to his lips, happy to have inflicted pain, happy to have caused damage, pleased.

He had taken pleasure in his new job, in his responsibilities as a junior window cleaner under some crotchety old man who had been doing so for five decades. Because the princess's room had a grand total of seven windows. And he just so happened to only be able to clean one window a day.

He sat, each day, on the window seat she had watched him from. Ready to evacuate the room at the first sign of guards. Because he should never have been in them, to begin with, they were still banned from seeing the other. Under absolutely zero circumstances, would he be permitted in her rooms. Not even to catch up about the ins and outs of their lives during the two years, six months, three weeks, four days, and give or take twelve hours they hadn’t been able to talk for.

Their conversations were interspersed with silence when footsteps sounded outside her doors. Their words were stumbled over as excitement to talk took over and they couldn’t contain themselves anymore.

Sometimes Rowan was silent, just so he could watch her without being distracted. Not creepily, not rudely, not selfishly.  

He watched her because he could remember when he hadn’t watched her closely enough, because he remembered the day, he could no longer match the turquoise of her eyes to the exact Pantone shade.

He watched her because he never wanted to scroll through their database at three AM because he couldn’t rest without knowing it again.

Sometimes she cleaned her room, sometimes she did the homework her governess set her, sometimes he sat, leaning against the window, watching her. he loved to watch the way her hair teased the underside of her breasts, always indulging when questions of what colour her nipples would be, ran rampant through his hormone-muddled brain.

Her hair rippled in the light, changing colours from gold to yellow, to some sort of magic that sent images of midday picnics by their old oak trees, and midday kisses on their branches. It made him wonder what her hair would look like in a braid, in a bun. He wanted to see her every variation, just so he never had to lay in bed and try to remember if he’d ever seen her with two braids, or only with one.

He watched her tap the fountain pen she’d been gifted for her birthday against her bottom lip, slightly fatter than her top. And he suddenly wished he were a magnifying glass, so he could watch the pink flesh ripple underneath the force.

But then he disappeared out of the window, not making a single sound.

eighteen years old.

Aelin lounged against her headboard as she watched him. She couldn’t look away. Not now. Not ever. Something about him, as a child, as a pre-teen, and as a teenager, had been magnetic to her. had pulled her in, and dragged her down to him, without ever asking if she was okay with it.

She was, undoubtedly, she was. She was probably too okay with it when it was all weighed up, but she really did not care.

She was enjoying the show he was putting on for her, she wasn’t weighing the morality of it all. She didn’t have the energy for all of that. She was conserving it, for her master plan.

She continued to type out her homework, still set by her geriatric governess who just did not quit. Similar to how someone’s arse just didn’t quit, the very same arse she was staring at through the window it was currently cleaning.

Perversely, she watched him. The sweat glistened on his bronzed skin. The thick thighs covered by thin, athletic shorts—which were definitely not uniform, but definitely should be uniform, according to her—and all the other things she could see there. She focused on the drawstring holding it, and she would love to be able to say she didn’t wish for it to fail, but as she used to tell him, the very owner of the drawstring, lying was unbecoming.

But so was staring intently at someone’s crotch, which she was doing. But, in all fairness, she had never claimed to be a pinnacle of modern morality and becomingness, so could she really be faulted here?

The answer was no. She absolutely could not be.

Especially when the window cleaner was opening the window, with a nifty hook she had placed there during a genius moment last year. Especially when the window cleaner looked as good as he did, sweaty and shirtless.

Aelin sat, far too happy, on her bed. Sat there smirking to her heart’s content, smug until she could no longer be smug—which for reference, was never. She was never going to stop being smug, especially when she was rightfully smug. She watched on, enraptured, as he began to unfasten the harness he wore whilst dangling from the castle roof.

She watched as the tan lines caused by it were slowly revealed, she had to press a discreet hand to her risk, just to make sure her heart palpitations were, in fact, all in her head. She watched as he placed his sunglasses on the window seat, and gazed hungrily at him, as a predator would at prey, as he slipped from his shoes.

She followed each shake of his pecs as he walked over the plush carpet she loved to lie on, in front of the fire on the coldest, darkest, loneliest days of winter.

She let out a quiet breath when he picked her laptop from off her lap, and placed it on the bedside table, closing the lid with a final snicking noise. A low groan escaped her lips, teeth quickly biting down on the bottom one to stop it from happening again—only louder.

They could not be heard.

He pulled back the covers, and revealed her sat there, in a t-shirt of his she had to hand back to him to wish, only to have to hand it back to her once it was dry, because should her ladies-in-waiting find a shirt of his, Aelin was sure her parents would go to a greater length than they had previously.

He gazed upon her, hungrier than he should have been, given they had both been satiated not twelve hours ago, in the middle of the night when he had snuck in. it took all of Aelin pulling the shirt up to reveal her bellybutton for him to pounce on her, and for her to forget she shouldn’t be moaning.

Aelin couldn’t have wished for a better outcome.

#rowaelinscourt #rowaelinmonth #rowaelin month 2022 #rowaelin month #rowaelin #tog #throne of glass #tog fic #my fic #my writing #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #llyncooljones' writing

[loftwingsuarus]

tl:dr Citra beats up a dude. takes place in the au where they fake their death or whatever

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Citra and a stranger are yelling at each other in the parking lot, and when Rowan walks out the store outlets, he thinks: oh no. Citra rolls up her sleeves. Rowan puffs out a breath and does the silly little jog that people do when crossing a busy street. God knows Citra's about to send this clown to a revival center. Rowan grabs her arm before she can start swinging.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Citra-" she pushes him off and glares at the man.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" she spits. They're still going on.

"This your girl?" the stranger asks. "Because she's talking crazy dude-"

"You didn't see the way he was screaming at me!" Citra shouts. Rowan did, in fact, see the way he was screaming at her. He did not like it.

"Okay okay, hold on, let me handle this, okay?" Between the two of them, there's no pacifists, but Rowan doesn't straight-up prefer violence. Citra huffs, but she lets him. If only because she usually gets her way in the end.

Some tall guys are gangly. They gangle or whatever. Rowan does not. He looks like he benches your ass at the gym. He walks into the stranger's personal space, and then keeps going. The stranger backs up two steps for every one that Rowan takes. This guy is not built enough to be picking fights with ex-scythes- not that he knows they are. He's not built enough to be picking fights with anyone, actually.

"First off, she was talking crazy-"

"Nope, don't wanna hear it," Rowan says, "You can apologize-"

"I'm not apologizing! Your girl is a psycho-"

"No, shut up, don't care. You can either apologize, or you can fight her."

"Seriously? You're not going to fight me?" he asks. That throws Rowan for a loop. He looks at the man like he is an imbecile.

"Nah. She wants the smoke, she got it."

"Come on, man," he says, throwing his hand up, "I feel bad beating down on a girl."

"Right, but you didn't feel bad cursing her out earlier?"

"Dude, she was acting like a psycho-"

Rowan suddenly gets an idea of who exactly this person is and why they singled out Citra. He really hates this guy. He's not about to go defending Citra's honor, but Rowan has changed his mind about letting her curb stomp him.

"Yeah? Well I'm about to feel bad seeing my girl beat down on you," he replies, which isn't true. He's going to enjoy it immensely.

At that, the man starts fuming. His face turns so red, Rowan thinks he'll start boiling like a kettle.

"I fucking warned you," he tells Rowan before he stalks off. Rowan continues giving him a blank stare.

The man strides up to Citra, who is standing with her arms crossed and her hair tied up. He throws the weakest punch of all time. For a split second, Rowan thinks to himself: Holy shit. He actually thinks Citra is weak because she's a woman.

Citra dodges the world's weakest hit with minimal effort. She grabs his arm with both hands. All she does is hold it, and his own momentum dislocates his shoulder.

"AAH!"

Not feeling particularly merciful, Citra proceeds to throw him against the curb by the dislocated arm. It's like a scene straight out of the UFC when she slams the whole weight of her body into his back. It sounds like a kid breaking pencils in class. His spine is shattered and his ego is devastated.

Rowan comes up with his hands in his pockets.

"Damn, I just wanted to get lunch," he says. "Are we good now?"

The man is still groaning in pain. The Thunderhead, ever silent nowadays, probably dispatches an ambudrone, but doesn’t do much else. People are alternating between staring and scurrying away from whatever the hell just happened in front of them. Citra does arm stretches like she's warming up for a run.

"Oh, we're good." She rolls her neck. "We're even.” She takes Rowan by the arm and they walk off.

#scythe #arc of a scythe #myposts #I wasn’t going to post this but my friends thought it was funny #based on Bee’s Real Life

[tragedytells-tales]

Take on the World

Notes - Teen!MC , GN!MC , OC insert , platonic relationships , fluff , Inspired by 'Take on the world' by Rowan Blanchard and Sabrina Carpenter, And The Case of The Secret Admirer by @beels-burger-babe , Feat. Teen!MC, The brothers, Gidorah

Summary - Two teens try and figure out how this whole "making friends" thing works.

Warnings - maybe ooc brothers

Tw - none

P - 1 / finished masterlist [ A playlist for two ]

Takin chances, moments happen everywhere / I'm comin up, I'm on the ride of my life!

MC sat bored in Devildom astrology class. They tapped their pencil in a steady rhythm and only stopped to take notes, Or that was until a balled up note smacked them dead in the face. They grabbed the note from the floor and looked up to glare at the demon who threw it.

Mammon chuckled from his seat while mouthing his, not so, apologies. "This is why you got in trouble LAST time!" Is what MC mouthed back. Mammon let out a snort which caught the teachers attention. "Is there a problem, lord Mammon?" The demon is question snapped his attention towards the board and rushed out a "Nah, none at all sir!"

MC rolled their eyes as they opened the note. They tensed as they suppressed the urge to laugh. They squeezed the note in their hand and tossed it straight to the back of Mammons head when the teacher wasn't paying attention. Mammon whipped around and whisper yelled in mock offense "AYE!" MC took a deep inhale to force down a giggle that was bubbling up. "Headshot." Was the only thing they mouthed back.

"LORD MAMMON!" Mammon slowly turned to face the teacher and mumbled "yes sir?" The teacher rubbed his temples and let out a stress filled sigh. "If you keep this up I'm going to have to send you out of class, my lord." Mammon crossed his arms and huffed while sitting back in his chair. "Yes sirrrr."

A few chuckles rang out around the classroom but a familiar voice caught MCs attention. The green haired stranger lightly smacked their friend on the arm while rolling their eyes "Candy, stop it!" The person next to them, Candy MC assumed, just shook their head and bumped their classmate back. "Alright, alright, settle down." The teacher eventually went back to the lesson and the note taking began again.

The rest of the class passed peacefully enough, even with a few notes tossed here and there, and it wasn't long before MC waved goodbye to Mammon as they dashed off to their next class.

Soon enough MC was in charms and spells. However, as they sat down they noticed a familiar green haired stranger a few seats ahead. They had been staring for awhile and now a certain brother was getting bored. "Hey, hey, hey-" Belphi eventually resorted to physical violence and flicked MC on the arm.

MCs attention snapped to belphi and they rubbed their arm while sticking out their tongue. Belphi stuck out his tongue in retaliation and made a snarky remark about swallowing bugs. They scrunched up their face in disgust and fake gagged. They side glanced Belphi with a playful scowl and growled "Hypocrite." They both laughed at eachother before settling down.

Belphis smile persisted with a raised eyebrow and a side glance. "But really, who are you staring at?" MC finally turned to face belphi only to shrug. "I have zero clue. Just noticed how many classes I have with them."

Belphi laid his head to fully face MC from his position on his arms. "Who-" "Who are we talking about?" MC jumped and Belphis eyes rolled up towards his elder brother. Asmo just chuckled before sitting down on the desk with his legs crossed. "Come on, it's rude to gossip without me!"

MC made a shrugging motion before zipping their lips shut. Asmo flashed a playful pout and turned to Belphi. The youngest demon put up his hands up in mock surrender as he leaned back in his seat. "Fine, since no one wants to talk-" Asmo began lifting his hands and making claw like motions "-I guess I could just make you!"

MC slowly moved their chair back with a loud screech. Gidorah flinched at the sudden loud sound, seemingly taken aback, which caught MCs attention. Their eyes flickered from Gidorah and back to Asmo.

However, the quick look didn't go unnoticed by the pink haired avatar. He quickly swiveled his head to follow MCs gaze to the front of the classroom. MC nearly thought Asmo Inhaled a lung with how quick he gasped. He leaned down towards them and whispered "were you talking about gi- BELPHI." They quietly grumbled about their ear drum being blown while Belphi grabbed his fallen pencil.

He picked it up and twirled it in his hand while chuckling "My pencils will become to you what a spray bottle is to cats." Asmo crossed his arms and pouted while exclaiming about how rude he was. MC just rolled their eyes and defended Asmo, which in turn got them a playful glare from the youngest.

"Lord Asmodeus, to your seat please." Asmo hopped down from his desk with a quiet 'hup'. He waved toward the teacher and said "Yes ma'am!" Before going to his seat he glanced back at MC over his shoulder and winked which nearly earned him another pencil shot from Belphi had MC not stopped him. He settled on sticking out his tongue instead.

MC stared at Belphis pencil case. They debated asking, but ended up giving into curiosity "Why do you have so many rubber pencils anyway?" Belphi laid his head back down in his arms and grumbled, "for weapon purposes." Before elegantly passing out.

The bell that signaled the end of class had rung and Gidorah had rushed to their locker. MC waved a quick goodbye to a confused Belphi and Asmo before rushing after them. And so, when Gidorah finished grabbing the extra books out of their locker, she was met face to face with a certain MC.

They both stared at eachother in silence for a second, neither really knowing what to do, before Gidorah broke it. She smiled awkwardly and waved "hello there? How can I help you?" MC stared for a few more seconds before asking Gidorah "How many classes do we have together?" Gidorah stayed silent for a bit "three."

MC nodded, "And what do you have next?" Gidorah grabbed an extra notebook from their locker and turned to face MC. "Studio arts." "So then that's our third class together." MC said while looking off in the direction of the class. Gidorah slowly began walking down the hallway "Mhm, and we should probably get going before we're late." She motioned for MC to walk with her to class. "Cool, cool."

"By the way-" MC stopped a few steps away from the door "-what's your name?" Gidorah tilted their head for a few seconds and chuckled "I'm Gidorah, you must be MC?" MC flashed them toothy grin and nodded while returning to their walk. "Yup! That's me!"

Levi looked up from his phone to see Gidorah and MC walk in together. He questioned it for all of two seconds before deciding to leave it be. That is, until MC bypasses their normal seat to follow Gidorah to hers. He could hear Satan let out a questioning hum from behind him. Both brothers watched on in curiosity, although Satan was slightly more wary of MCs new friend.

MC let out a loud groan as they dug through their backpack. Gidorah tilted their head before pulling out a notebook. "I figured you had forgotten yours since you didn't stop by your locker. So you can have this one if you want." MC graciously grabbed the notebook from Gidorahs hand. They thanked Gidorah before heading back to their seat at the sound of the bell.

Levi drummed his fingers on the table while contemplating wether or not to tackle this whole new friend thing. He debated giving MC the stranger danger talk but- "MC, mind telling me who this new friend of yours is?" -then again Satan is his brother and is sitting right behind him.

MC turned to side glance Satan "oh I have no clue!" Satan stared in shock at MC while Levi started to chuckle. "MC, Do I need to tell you how dangerous demons are?" The human in question rolled their eyes and smiled. "No dad, I know the importance of stanger danger. What're you so worried about? This is the teens division." Levi stared at Gidorah while Satan and MC started a staring contest.

"My lord, is there a problem?" Neither Satan nor MC noticed the teacher go silent during their stare down.

Levi, however, saw it coming and tried to get MC to stop to no avail. So he settled on giggling when they nearly got whiplash from turning around too fast. Satan, on the other hand shot MC a look of 'this isn't over yet' before turning back to the teacher. "No Mx, sorry for the disruption." The teacher raised an eyebrow in question but settled on nodding as they turned back towards the rest of the class.

The rest of the class passed with quite ease, MC eventually got used to the feeling of eyes drilling into the back of their head as well as the anxious waves coming off of Levi. Though, they didn't exactly appreciate the interrogation that followed during lunch.

"Why do I, as a human, have to participate in PE for demons?" MC grumbled as they leaned against the wall. Lucifer rolled his eyes from his position next to them, "You don't have any injuries, do you?"

MC cracked their back, much to Lucifers dismay, as they did a full stretch and turned to glare at Lucifer. "No, but I do feel like I just went through twelve millenia and ended up at 50." They voiced in discontent as they rolled their shoulders and neck some more and huffed.

Lucifer sigh as he watched MCs movements, he debated taking them out of P.E but was interrupted by several footsteps storming forward.

"EM SEEEEEEEEEEE" said human flinched at the screaming of their name and launched a paper ball at their nearest target, who just to happen to be beel. Who just kinda, ate the paper.

"Why is it spicy??" Beel wondered as he swallowed the paper ball. Belphi chuckled at his twins antics while the others stood in varying states of shock, disinterest, or amusement.

Mammon laid his arm on MC like an arm rest, while ignoring their threats of ever growing fury, and began ranting about his day.

MCs attention was taken when they spotted their new friend a few feet from the gate. They went to wave only to hear the loud thump of a demon hitting the floor and asmos cackling soon after.

They debated that being on purpose before just shrugging it off.

Gidorah slowed down at the call of her name and stopped to face a rapidly approaching MC with Mammon hot on their heels. Gidorah tilted her head and chuckled while waving. MC let out a few pants before speaking, "Hey Gidorah!"

Gidorah tilted her head with a concerned smirk. She was going to question the panting before settling on a chuckle and nodded in greeting.

The demon chasing MC didn't stay silent for long though "And who the hell is this?" Mammon said while pointing a clawed finger at Gidorah. Before MC could bring out the spray bottle Gidorah spoke up with a calm tone "My apologies your highness. I'm Gidorah, MCs....."

Mammon raised an eyebrow at the sudden silence while the two teens stared at eachother.

Gidorah tilted their head at MC and MC shrugged.

"...acquaintance?"

"Friend."

"Friend!"

Mammon glared down Gidorah with distrust. Gidorah stood unfazed with their attention on MC. "So, how can I help you?" Mammon grumbled as Gidorah kept her eyes on MC.

MC lightly giggled at Mammons antics before swallowing it and handing Gidorah their D.D.D. "I was wondering if we can exchange numbers? Then we can talk outside of school!" They flashed Gidorah a friendly smile, much to Gidorahs amusement.

She took MCs phone while both teens chose to ignore Mammons protests. "Here, be sure to shoot me a text later so I have your number!" Gidorah said as she turned on her heel before stopping. "I'll see you tomorrow!" They shot MC a quick wave before walking off.

MC waved back and turned on their heel back towards the brothers. They saved Gidorahs contact and side glanced an awfully silent mammon, "You've gone real quiet Mr. Grabby hands."

Mammons eyes stayed stern before turning back to MC "Of course- not that I'm worried or anythin, but-" "really, well that's interesting. Because I would be quite worried if I were you, dear brother."

MC questioned the eldests stern tone and rolled their eyes at the ensuing argument about the days antics. The brothers eventually began walking home with some of them complaining about the punishments they would receive and the others joked about MC being the favorite, which they quickly denied.

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( Gidorah )

[ MC: * sticker sent * ] Read: 4:07

[ Gidorah: * sticker sent * ] Read: 4:09

[ Gidorah: hi MC!! ] Read: 4:09

[ . . . 🖊 ]

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AN - this just in, local teens don't know what they're doin, but they're figuring it out well enough!

Divider credit - x

#obey me shall we date #om leviathan #omswd #om asmodeus #om beelzebub #om belphegor #om lucifer #om mammon #om satan #gn!mc #obey me teen mc #oc insert #[ 🐉 ] oc : gidorah

[sunnyie-eve]

3 | Knock It Off

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1721

Warnings: Xavier just jealous of Tyler

Last: Therapy | Next: Changing

So far Nevermore hasn't been bad and I was surprised how well I made friends. Well, except for Bianca. We were more like frenemies because we were very competitive against each other. Especially in fencing most of the time we went against each other it came to the tie. Me and Yoko got along pretty quickly being roommates. Enid and I were sometimes alike but in different fonts. Xavier and me were good friends which Bianca didn't like at all. It took awhile for Ajax to stop being nervous around me. Divina and Kent were alright, I wasn't super close to them but I knew Divina more because of Yoko.

Having to join a club I met Eugene and he remained me of Pugsley so I treated him like a brother. There was Rowan, who was basically an outcast of outcast. We had a few conversations but he never stuck around long. Lastly was Tyler. After every therapy session I would go over to the Weathervane to get a Hot Chocolate and talk to Tyler as he worked. Xavier didn't quite like me talk to Tyler telling me what he did to him last year. I understand that it was bad because he put time into his work, but compared to what I do to people... It didn't seem that big of a deal to me.

"Bianca seems a little pissed today. Do you know what happed?" Yoko asks Divina as some of us were going into town today. 

"Xavier broke up with her." She looks at Bianca in the front of the bus alone before telling us making Enid gasp next to me. 

"Why?" She asks wanting more details for her blog. 

"She won't talk about it." Divina tells her and I watch Enid start typing on her phone. 

I look in the back to see Xavier looking out the window listening to music alone. When we all get off the bus the girls take off and I wait for Xavier. 

Once he sees me he takes out his earbuds, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks annoyed. 

"Wanna get a drink and a snack from the Weathervane? We can talk about whatever." I suggest to him. 

"Sure." We head over there.

"The usual and?" Tyler asks Xavier as we walk up so he tells him before we go sit in a booth. 

"I'm assuming you heard the news. I know Enid just posted about it on the way here. Is that why you want to talk to me?" Xavier leans back on his side. 

"I wanna know how a friend's doing. And if you want to talk about it you can but if you don't it's okay." I do the same. 

"We broke up for two reasons." He looks out the window as Tyler brings us our drinks. 

"Thank you." I tell him as he leaves. "What are your reasons since you broke up with her." I sit up. 

"The main reason is because I had doubts about Bianca and her intentions as a siren. I'm constantly paranoid that she's using her siren song me and we keep getting into fights over it." He sits up looking at his drink.

"But she has her amulet she wears." I tell him. 

"I'm still paranoid about it." He sighs. 

"Is there another reason?" I ask. 

"The second reason is she doesn't like our friendship." He rolls his eyes. 

"Like you with me about..." I motion towards Tyler. 

"It's different." He eyes Tyler working. 

"Stop it." I kick his leg underneath the table, "But why does she have a problem with me with you? I don't treat you any differently than others and you don't treat me differently either." I raise an eyebrow. 

"She doesn't think that." He messes with his hands. 

"Well she's stupid because I don't like you like that. I don't like anyone for a fact. You have to prove you're worth my time. And it takes a lot to melt my semi ice cold heart." I explain to him not seeing the slight disappoint on his face.

"You don't mind if I draw while we sit here, right?" Xavier pulls stuff out of his bag. 

"Do you have an extra book I can draw in while we sit here?" I ask him. 

"Here. I haven't used this one. You can keep it." He passes me one and a pencil. 

"Thanks, I'm going to use you as my muse." I open up the book. 

"Okay." He laughs before we sit in silence sketching each other.  

After awhile I take a break to go use the restroom then go to the counter to ask for another drink. "Hey Ty, can I have another and two croissants?" I come around the corner leaning on the counter. 

"I had a feeling you would come ask at some point. Sure, I'll bring it after this customer." He gives me a smile that makes me feel happy on inside but never show it, "Thanks." I go join Xavier who was glaring at me. "Knock it off, Thorpe." I huff taking my seat. 

"I told you he's bad news." He huffs as well making me turn to look at Tyler for a second to see him making my cup with a slight smile before tuning back around.

"Yes, because the boy with the light-brown curly hair, greenish eyes, and a kindly smile is bad news. Xavier, I know what he did to you but I'm worse. I can handle myself." I roll my eyes. 

"For someone who, in fact doesn't like anyone, sure described him like you do." He rolls his eyes drawing. 

"You have golden brown shoulder length hair, eyes are a light olive color with brown surrounding the pupil, when you smile you get dimples." I say making him look at me, "I'm just good at describing someone."

"Your hot chocolate with two croissants like you asked. Do you want another drink or anything else?" Tyler sets my stuff down then asks Xavier. 

"I'm good." He tells him coldly. Tyler just nods his head leaving the booth. "I don't see how you're friends with him." Xavier goes for one of my croissants so I smack his hand away, 

"Because he's nice to me and that's all that matters when it comes to me. And he asked if you wanted anything so don't touch my shit." I explain to him going back to my drawing.

Bianca ends up coming in with Divina and a few of her other siren friends catching sight of Xavier and I. "She looks pissed." I laugh so I give her a smile and a little wave. 

"Now you knock it off, Addams." Xavier reaches across the table putting my hand down. 

"Why? Let me have some fun."  I say eyeing her as she glares at me. 

"Why would you want to piss her off more when you're kinda one of the reasons I broke up with her?" He leans on the table refusing to look her way. 

"Because I love chaos." I lean on the table as well starring him in the eyes. 

"You're terrible." He shakes his head at me. 

"Thank you." I give him a smile.

"I'm finished by the way." Xavier shows me his drawing. 

"You finally got my nose right." I say before showing him mine. 

"Oh my god. It's like a fucking picture. You still haven't show me your work so I'm amazed. You said I'm quite the artist but you are a artist " He takes it from me looking at it more. 

"I'm best at people." I take it back as he hands it back over to me. "I'm gonna go pay for our drinks. Then meet you at the bus." We get up and go different directions.

"How much do I owe you? I'm paying for Xavier's too." I walk up to Tyler. 

"It's on the house." He walks over to me. "Ty, no. How much, really? I normally wouldn't care if someone told me that but you're a friend and this is your job." I tell him getting serious. 

"No, really it's on the house." He smiles making me get all warm again. 

"Fine, here's your tip." I put a twenty in the tip jar. 

"Valentine." He pulls it out trying to give it back to me. 

"Nope, you worked for it. See you tomorrow since I have my session with Kinbott. I gotta bus to catch." I rush out getting on the shuttle. 

"How much do I owe you?" Xavier asks as I take a seat next to him. 

"Nothing. He said it was on the house for the both of us." I keep it short and Xavier rolls his eyes.

Back at the school walking towards my dorm Bianca show up, "I can't believe he left me for you." She eyes me. 

"He didn't but if he did I would say he upgraded. But Xavier is just a friend to me. I don't date. Plus it's quite difficult to melt my semi ice cold heart." I tell her with a straight face. 

"An upgrade?" She laughs crossing her arms. 

"Yes. Now I think this conversation is over." I walk past her going to my dorm. As soon as I enter the room the crystal ball was going off. "Mother, father." I answer it. 

"How are you doing my black widow?" My father asks me. 

"Good. Just got back from the town with some friends." I tell him. 

"I'm still so proud of you making friends at Nevermore." My mother gets a big smile. 

"I'm quite impressed with myself actually." I tell them.

"Enid, I told you no." Yoko huffs as she walks into the room with her following her. 

"Val, did Xavier tell you why he broke up with Bianca?" She rushes over to me. 

"Mother, Father, I'll call you back tomorrow." 

"Okay, dear." They end the call. 

"Spill the tea." Enid shakes me, "And don't tell me he didn't because if he was to tell anyone it would be you." She glares at me. 

"I'm not telling you, Enid. It's not going on your blog. I keep other's secrets to myself." I tell her making her pout. "It's not going to work on me." I look at her with no emotions. 

"Fine..." She huffs crossing her arms.

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Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way - Prologue: Age 10

This is my first multichapter fic, so bear with me! I don't know how many chapters it's going to be, but it might be a lot.

The story takes place over many years and the main trope is childhood best friends to lovers. Enjoy!

cw: none

word count: 1.147

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chapter summary: the one where they meet

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“Silence!” the teacher reprimanded the class. This wasn’t the first time Ms Sanchez had called the bunch of overeager ten year-olds to order and from the way her voice slowly eased from stern-but-loving to stern-and-annoyed, you could tell. 

It was the first day back after the long summer break and everyone was dying to share their stories with their friends. Aelin was no exception to this. She had spent half the summer in her family’s cabin, situated in the lush forests just outside Orynth. The other half, they had gone to visit her cousin Aedion in Wendlyn. He and his mother, Aelin's aunt Elise, lived there and Aelin loved spending time with them them, although her family didn’t go very often.

Now she was bursting with stories to tell. Unfortunately, her teacher had other plans for them. 

Ms Sanchez, finally having been able to quiet the class, started explaining their plans for the coming school year. She barely managed two sentences though, before she was interrupted again. This time, by a knock on the door.

“I swear to the gods,” Aelin heard her mutter and could barely contain a giggle. Adults weren’t supposed to say bad words around kids after all. Aelin always found it delightful when they slipped up.

Now to whoever was outside, Ms Sanchez called, “Come in!”

The door swung open and Aelin saw the deputy principal stride in. She was a nice woman, though stern-looking and with a strong build. Aelin’s teacher and the deputy exchanged a few hushed words, when the latter waved an arm at someone outside the door to enter. The movement caught Aelin’s eye and she looked to the door, just as a frightened-looking boy with hair so pale it looked almost silver, entered. Ms Sanchez and the deputy exchanged a nod and a smile – Aelin had heard her parents saying they were engaged – and then the deputy left the classroom, pulling the door firmly closed behind her. 

The boy stood in the middle of the floor, looking lost, his head bowed toward his shoes. 

Ms Sanchez whispered something to him that made the boy square his shoulders and lift his gaze to the room. Aelin was struck by his eyes, which were a vivid green.

Finally, Ms Sanchez addressed the room again. The kids had started up their chatter once again, but more than a few were curiously eyeing the boy instead of talking, so it was no problem for their teacher to be heard this time. 

“I want everyone to give a warm welcome to our new addition to the class. Rowan and his parents moved from Doranelle during the summer, so he will now be attending school here in Orynth.”

“Hello Rowan, it’s nice to meet you,” the class chorused the way they were always supposed to greet a new student. 

Rowan looked as if he weren’t quite sure what to make of his new class’s enthusiasm. Aelin could understand that. It must be terribly scary to move to a new place and not know anyone, she thought.

“Now Rowan, we were just getting started with the syllabus,” Ms Sanchez continued. “Why don’t you go and sit over there?” She pointed to a free spot next to Aelin. 

He just nodded and made his way over. Aelin gave him her friendliest smile and to her surprise, he smiled back when he saw it. 

The rest of the lesson passed without any other memorable incidents. When the bell finally rang, most of the kids sprang out of their seats, finally being able to tell their tales from the summer now. 

Rowan was in no such hurry and although Aelin also wanted to share her stories, this new boy intrigued her. So much so, that she also packed her stuff up in a more moderate tempo. 

“I’m Aelin,” she told him, putting her pencil case in her pink unicorn backpack. 

“Hey Aelin. I like your bag,” he answered. 

Aelin gave him a huge smile. “Thank you! I just got it!” Then she continued, “Do you want me to give you a tour of the school?” 

“Okay, that would be nice,” Rowan answered.

Aelin shows him all the important rooms and areas of the school, along with her favorite place to spend the breaks. While she talks, Rowan takes everything in, but Aelin can tell that he’s still listening. It’s quite a feat, considering Aelin always has a lot to say, not everything relevant or even interesting. But Rowan doesn’t seem to mind.

When they pass an outside area, a few trees and benches overlooking a soccer field where some boys play a game of something that looks to be a mix of soccer and ice hockey, Aelin suddenly feels something small land on the back of her head. She reaches back to touch it, but pulls her fingers back upon contact. It’s cold and kind of slimy. 

Rowan, having noticed that she had stopped talking, turned to her. Upon seeing her face, which must have been pulled into a grimace of some sort, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure,” Aelin admitted. “There’s something in my hair. It feels gross.”

“Turn around, I’ll have a look,” he said. 

She turned her back to him. He inhaled sharply and that's when she got worried. “Please tell me it’s not chewing gum,” she pleaded, closing her eyes. 

“It’s not,” Rowan reassured her. “It’s just a spitball.”

Aelin almost gags. “Just?” she demands. “Why do boys always have to be so gross?” Then, with a guilty look at him over her shoulder, “No offense.”

“None taken,” he chuckled. “Here, I’ll get it out for you.” 

Rowan stepped closer and she could feel his fingers remove the offending object from her hair. "All done.” He throws the wad of paper into a nearby trash can.

“Thank you,” Aelin says, not sure what else to say. “Don’t worry about it. Can we go eat now, though? I’m really hungry and lunch is almost over.”

At the end of the school day, Aelin and Rowan made their way over to the parking lot. Aelin’s mom is already there, waiting in the car, so she waves Rowan a quick goodbye. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” he waves at her. 

The next day Aelin and Rowan once again spent their lunch break together. This time Rowan did most of the talking, answering all the questions about his home, his previous school, his friends and family that Aelin threw at him. 

It became sort of a ritual, them eating and talking together. Soon they also started meeting up outside of school. They got along splendidly, always finding new things to talk about and new things to explore together in their neighborhoods. 

Because, as it turns out, the best way to find a new best friend is through a paper ball soaked in a stranger’s saliva.

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