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tomtenadia · 9 months

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Detours to you - ch 2

Hello and good Sunday :)

For those interested I have e present. This chapter is a bit angsty and I am sorry.

Please do not be mad at either of them. it's a very tricky situation and they are just fighting for what they believe is the right thing to do.

Hope you will like it.

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The following morning, Aelin arrived at the shop a bit earlier and found that Elide was already there “Morning, Lorcan kicked you out?”

Her friend turned and Aelin froze at the woman’s expression “El, are you okay?”

“Ae, I need to talk to you and I need to do it before we open.”

“You are scaring me,” Aelin dumped her behind the counter “what happened?”

Elide took a deep breath and counted till five “You know, Lorcan and his friends have a bro code and have rules and all,” she blabbered “and you know he is stubborn and I tried…”

Aelin groaned hard “El, please.”

“Rowan is back and Lorcan told him about Maya.” She blurted out in one breath.

Aelin stood eyes wide open, her hands shaking.

“Aelin, please talk to me.”

She just grabbed her bag and ran to her office, slamming the door shut.

In that instant Lysandra walked in carrying hot drinks and sensed the bad energy in the air “what happened here?”

“I told Aelin that Rowan is back and that Lorcan told him about Maya.”

Lysandra cursed loudly “this is bad. Where is she?”

Elide nodded towards the office “I think she needs a bit of space before we open.

Both women stared at the closed door with a heavy heart “Your husband deserves to stay without sex for three months.”

“Hey, that’s a punishment for me too.”

Lysandra wanted to laugh but the situation did not call for it. Slowly they got the shop ready for the day and left Aelin in peace for a bit.

Rowan was excited and nervous at the same time for his first day as chief. Tradition was that the new chief would visit all of the houses on his first two days to introduce themselves to the teams. He had made a plan of the order in which he wanted to go and had started early. Now in his TFD pickup he was driving to the first one. He’d start from the northern part and slowly make his way down to the south and then hit the centre to finish with Station 15. His old firehouse. His old team. He had kept in touch with Lorcan and knew all about what had happened throughout the years. He was proud of them and was looking forward to see them again. But first of all he had to visit all of the other stations.

It was late noon when he decided to take a lunch break from his tour. He had a productive morning and had managed to visit a good number of firehouses and was on track to keep his schedule. He drove towards old Orynth and parked near the Florine, strolling through the pedestrian area. He had always loved the old part of the city. It had personality and charm. Rowan walked down the cobbled street reaching one of the street vendors where he bought some food and then sat down near the river bank on a bench. Terrasen and Orynth had always felt more home than Doranelle. He had set roots there, had spent a good part of his adult life in those lands and leaving had been painful. But now he was back and had unexpectedly found a new reason to never leave again.

He thought about Maya, he only had a small glimpse, but the girl looked like the most adorable child he had ever seen. He wanted to get to know her.

The previous night while laying in the grass he thought about things to teach her, wondered if she liked the stars or hockey or crazy sugary stuff like her mother. He had always wanted kids, that was something he and Aelin had discussed while they were dating. Rowan wanted a big family and now that the possibility was within grasp he would do his best to fight for it until the end.

Lunch finished he resumed his walk and found himself in front of the window of Aelin’s shop. He had missed the inauguration by a week but had seen photos. He had helped her throughout the whole process and saw the shop slowly coming alive. She had done well and, although he was mad at her for lying at him, he was proud of her.

Hesitation hit him hard. A part of him wanted to go inside, but the other was not sure. He had no idea how he would feel at seeing her again. His feelings were far too tangled to be able to predict his reaction and it unnerved him.

Step by step he moved closer and at the front door his hand moved on the handle and pushed the door open.

A bell marked the arrival of a new customer and two heads turned towards him. Both black haired: Elide and Lysandra. He stood, incapable of moving an inch. His eyes scanned the shop and did not find Aelin.

“Rowan,” Elide had walked to him, followed by Lysandra.

“So you are back,” added Lysandra almost in a confrontational tone.

“My mum got tired of me.” He tried to make a joke but his nervousness hitched up a notch. The two women clearly did not like him and he was okay with it. He just wanted to talk to Aelin “Is Aelin around?”

The two women exchanged glances and then indicated the office with their heads. Before he could move, Lysandra’s hand landed on his arm “You hurt her and I swear Whitethorn, you will be running back to Wendlyn within a day.”

Rowan glared at the woman and gently extricated himself from the grip. Why was he the bad guy all of a sudden?

He reached the door of the office and knocked.

Aelin slumped on her chair behind the desk and buried her face in her hands. A sob broke the silence of the room and then another and one more. Aelin let her tears flow. So many questions crowding her mind. Rowan was back. And he knew. How was she going to explain to him the reasons why she had lied? Her fears? Why was he back?

She stood and paced the room, looking outside where the snow was falling hard. She had woken up in a wonderful mood but now…

Aelin almost sat down again when a knock at the door stopped her.

Silence and a second knock came a few seconds later “Aelin?”

That voice. She hadn’t heard it in five years but it still had the power to undo her. His accent. That lilting tone that was so him. Her heart raced and concentrated hard on what awaited her behind the door.

“Come in,” she croaked.

The door opened slightly and Rowan appeared in front of her. He had his uniform on, a white shirt, blue cargo trousers and a blue soft shell jacket that read Chief Whitethorn. She looked up at his face and her breath caught. His hair was slightly longer and his face… the harsh lines that gave him a rugged handsomeness were all still there. She hadn’t seen him in five years and her heart still raced like the first time.

“Rowan,” she breathed harshly “You are back.”

He nodded in silence.

“You look good,” she added, trying to fight the awkwardness of the moment. All of a sudden she had no idea how to talk to him.

“I love the shop. It looks amazing,” his lips bent in a very tight smile.

Aelin leaned against the desk placing her hands behind her “Why are you here?”

A loud snort left Rowan “Really? Do you have to ask me that question?”

“I was not expecting you back.”

“Clearly,” he added trying to clamp down the irritation in his voice “So much that you decided it was okay to keep from me the fact that I have a daughter.”

Aelin briefly looked away “It was the best choice at the time.” She looked back at him and saw fury burn in his pine green eyes. Smouldering hot fury cursing through him.

“She is my daughter too,” he hissed at her “and you lied.”

“You left!” She growled back in response matching his tone.

“Aelin, my father had died, my family was falling apart,” he breathed hard and started pacing “My mother fell into such deep depression that for a while the doctors had thought to place her under suicide watch. I had to go.” The words hit like knives. His mother was doing so much better thanks to therapy and the medication, but he could not forget the months following his father passing. And he was in a dark place too.

“And I let you go, Rowan. I never tried to keep you away from your family so don’t make me pass like a monster.”

Rowan stared at the woman in front of him and all of a sudden he did not recognise her anymore. The woman who had been the love his life had become a stranger. And the deep part of him that still remembered what he felt for her, grieved at the loss.

He took a step closer “Were you pregnant the last time I came back?”

Aelin was silent all of a sudden.

“I did the math after Lorcan told me her birthday.”

“It was pointless anyway.” Her voice sad.

“I could have found a way.”

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with the hint of tears she was trying not to shed “Maya and I were not a weekend past time. You could have never fully committed to us, so I gave you an out.”

She could see that Rowan was pushing down his anger, she knew his reactions so well. His jaw was tight, making the lines of his face harsh, his hands tightened in fists at his side.

“Have you even thought about the fact that knowing that she was a grandma might have helped my mum? That I could have brought her to Terrasen for a while? Do you really think that I was so deep in my sorrow that I would have made a crappy father? I would have found a way to make things work.” He growled trying not to raise his voice.

Her blue eyes met his and saw deep sincerity in them. She knew that Rowan wanted a family and had no doubts that he would make the most caring father a child could have, but a the time she was positive that not telling him was the best way to protect everyone.

“I was just trying to protect her.”

“From her father?”

“From pain, Rowan. From you not being here for her.”

His hand raked roughly through his hair “That worked out well. You robbed me of five years of my daughter’s life. Five years of her growing up, learning to walk, talk, read.”

Aelin was silent and Rowan took that as a clue to keep venting his feelings “I have rights, Aelin. She is my daughter, my blood. I want to see her grow up. I want to teach her things, spend time with her.”

“Until you transfer again.”

He growled again “I bought a house Aelin, I am not leaving Orynth, this is my home.”

“I have to think about it.”

“About what?” He roared a bit too loud “If I am fit to be around her? Are you kidding me?”

“She is five, Rowan. Have you thought about how it would affect her to have a father all of a sudden?”

“Are you ready to answer the question when one day she comes home from school and asks you why she does not have a father like all the other kids?”

Aelin was stunned. Yes, until two days ago she had a lie ready. She would have told Maya that her dad was a firefighter and died bravely in a fire.

“You did!” He added at her silence.

“I was going to tell her you died heroically on the job.”

Pain. She saw the unyielding pain that cursed through Rowan at her admission. He stood silent, staring at her, his eyes set on her “I have rights, I want to see her. I can be a friend of your for now, but I want to see my daughter.”

Aelin was silent. Rowan drew a harsh breath and saw him regains his composure.

“Don’t make me involve lawyers, Aelin,” he said quietly “I don’t want to put our daughter through a custody battle, please.”

With that he left the room.

Aelin slumped on the floor and let the tears come in full force.

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whumpycries · 1 year

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1 or 3 for august?

cw: non con drugging, force feeding, slavery whump, blood drinking, vampire whumper, human whumpee.

continues on nearly directly from part 4.

August really did look adorable when angry.

Rowan didn't bother trying to suppress his grin as the prince stared at him sullenly from where he was kneeling in front of him, a few feet away. He'd pulled August off the bed after feeding and dumped him on the floor, where he had tried to scramble to his feet.

His legs had buckled under him so hard Rowan was sure August's knees would be bruised by the next morning.

“Is something wrong?” he asked sweetly, “Are you a little dizzy, perhaps?”

August didn’t say anything, continuing to glare at him, his face tear stained even though he had stopped crying now.

Rowan grinned wider, “You should really eat something, you know.” He gestured towards the bowl of soup he’d had brought up for the human. It wasn’t even bad soup, perfectly edible, perfectly warm, and perfectly spiced. At least from what the human cook had told him, Rowan wouldn’t know. But really, August had no reasons to refuse it, especially with the way his hands trembled in his lap, his lips wobbling, and the pale– almost ashen tint to his skin.

Hm, maybe he did take a bit more blood than intended. No matter.

But that did put some urgency into the matter of eating. Rowan leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked August in the eyes, “As I said, you really should eat, August.”

August looked a little startled at the use of his name, and looked at him warily, before his gaze flicked over to the still steaming bowl of soup. He looked a little hesitant, and for a moment Rowan was sure the prince would give in and drink. He had to be quite hungry by now, after all.

And then he pursed his lips, lifted his chin, and stared at Rowan quite defiantly. His answer was quite clear.

Rowan sighed. It’s like August was determined to make things harder for himself. He stood up, causing August to flinch minutely but still stare at him defiantly. Rowan was almost a little sad to resort to such means to feed him, he’d have loved to take his sweet time breaking down August to the point he’d have taken the food himself. Asked for it– begged, maybe.

Ah well, desperate times, desperate measures. He crouched down in front of August, reached out a hand to grasp his chin. The prince’s chin was exceedingly cold, a symptom of blood loss, probably, considering Rowan’s rooms were pretty warm now, and he wasn’t even kneeling on the cold stone floor, but rather a plush, warm rug.

“I’d say sorry, sweetheart, but you brought it on yourself,” he said, tilting August’s face to the side. August went rigid, his eyes widening in terror.

“No… no no no—”

Rowan firmed his grip and pushed August’s head to the side, lowering his mouth to the scab wounds. August was still blabbering, “Not again… please, not again…” He’d raised up his arms and was scrabbling weakly at Rowan.

“Shh,” Rowan murmured, before sinking his fangs in. But instead of drinking his blood, he let out some of the numbing venom, drugging the prince until his fingers slackened and fell off from where they’d had Rowan’s arm in a death grip.

As he pulled away, he couldn’t help taking a small sip, despite August’s flagging strength. After all, the prince was quite delectable.

He had to hold August up by a hand on his back as he swayed a little on his knees, blinking drowsily up at him. The distressed lines on his face had smoothened out, and he looked even prettier now. The tears still marked their way down his face, but he was now limp and pliant in Rowan’s arms.

With one free hand, Rowan grabbed the bowl off the table, ignoring the spoon in favour of holding it directly up to August’s lips. “Darling, drink now. It’ll be okay.” He tipped the bowl slightly, and while the first few drops slid down the sides of his lips, August obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the ones that came after.

While the numbing venom did have its advantages, there was something about August’s anger that appealed to Rowan far more. He’d have it, of course. But he could be patient in favour of keeping his pet alive.

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thegreyj · 2 years

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The Garden of Wounds

Okay, here you go @morganofthewildfire finally! I struggled a lot with this chapter, especially since the story is shifting a bit now, but I hope you like it! Everything will make sense... eventually 🤭

Also I will fix this post later on but here you go for now 🙈

CW: mentions of death

Chapter seven: Where is Aelin?

She blinked once. Then twice. The walls were the same, dull grey they always were. The lights were off, but she knew the walls, even if she couldn't see them. The smell was the same too. Sweat, blood and terror. Her terror.

She wished she could just go back to the oblivion she was in for that brief moment when her heart stopped, but of course that wasn't possible. Not in this life. Not for her anyway.

Tears were threatening to fall down, but she wouldn't let them. Couldn't let them. He would realise her fear and pain if she allowed them out, and only the gods knew what would happen if he succumbed to whatever she was feeling. No, showing emotions was a luxury she didn't get to experience, not if she wanted to live. Or die, whichever allowed her to be forgotten by her torturer first. This was no life to live, but it was the only one she had. If only things were different.

Suddenly the people in the room figured out she was awake. He noticed, and she could feel his gaze on her. The malice oozing from him was almost tangible.

"Celaena, dear," his voice was dripping with pretend care. It was a lie, all a lie. She knew it, but he still acted for the sake of the other people in the room. "You're awake, dear. Thank the gods."

She would thank the gods when they finally allowed her to stay dead. She felt like rolling her eyes at the fake worry he was showing off, but didn't dare. Instead, she just closed her eyes and allowed herself to be pulled back to unconsciousness.

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"Celaena, dear," the voice made her shiver, and not in the nice way. "I know you're awake."

If she was still the same naive girl, she might want to open her eyes in the hopes of seeing love and worry in his face. She might still hope he actually cared for her.

But she knew better.

She didn't want to open her eyes.

She had to.

She was trying, but the eyelids felt so heavy.

She wanted to scream. Her name was not Celaena, it never had been.

"My name is not Celaena!" She screamed as she opened her eyes. Warm light was surrounding her, candles flickering around her. Confusion struck her, when she heard an elderly woman speak.

"All right then, dearie. What is your name then?"

Aelin didn't answer. She couldn't, for the fear of this being just a cruel ruse by him. She wouldn't speak more until she knew what was going on, until she could trust that she knew. Slowly, she allowed her eyes to close. Maybe the woman would think she fell asleep again, while she allowed her other senses to figure out what was happening.

Where was she?

Endymion Whitethorn was raging. No one had ever seen him so angry, he always presented himself as calm and collected, as the intelligent man he was. But not this time. His cousin had done something unforgivable, making him lose yet another loved one.

"Maybe she just doesn't want to be found," Rowan's voice came out nonchalantly. Enda ground his teeth together. How dare he? They had been trying to find Aelin for two days now, and they had no idea where she was. The rainstorm had wiped away all the tracks there might have been, and Aelin was clever enough to know how to move in a way to keep unwanted attention away.

"You keep your mouth shut! This is all your fault, Rowan!" Enda was pointing a finger at his cousin. "You just better hope she's okay and not-."

No, he wouldn't betray Aelin's trust like that by blabbering her secrets to someone who she didn't know.

"Not what? Not with her husband? Maybe she went back," Rowan shrugged.

"WENT BACK?! Are you insane, she would rather die than go back to that- that- that monster," Enda screamed and threw his hands up in the air, before he continued his pacing. His cousin, however, didn't have the faintest clue to know when to keep his mouth shut.

"Maybe we should consider the fact that she might be, you know, dead."

If only Rowan had sounded a bit more like he cared, Enda might not have attacked him. In the blink of an eye, the chair Rowan had been sitting in was toppled over and Enda was about to hit his cousin again, before the gentle arms of Elias pulled him away from the scuffle.

"Come on, Enda, let's go and leave the brooding man to brood. We can map out the possibilities of where Aelin might be. Rowan, you stay and mull over for a bit before even considering talking to Enda again. We all need a little break from this madness. I made lunch," Elias took on the role of peacemaker.

The couple walked away leaving Rowan to his own thoughts. He knew better than to bait his cousin, but the guilt was overwhelming him. He wasn't used to feeling guilt over anything other than his wife, let alone a stranger who had been trespassing on his property. Then again, she hadn't been trespassing, not really.

Rowan had been looking through his cottage for some clues of her whereabouts, even though it had been a longshot. And he hadn't found any clues, no. Instead, what he had found had broken his already injured heart even more. He began to feel things he hadn't felt in years.

Aelin's journal had been open on the kitchen table, and at first he hadn't noticed it. But when he had, and began reading it… so many things started to make sense. Why Aelin was there, why she had been so attached to his property. Aelin had written about her nightmares and her life before getting out.

Rowan truly felt sorry for her going missing. It had been his fault, he had acted without thinking. But he wouldn't admit that out loud. Instead, he wanted to feel the pain he knew Enda would make him feel in a fight. Maybe the guilt wouldn't be eating him alive if he felt a little bit of the pain he knew he had caused her to feel.

Sighing deeply, Rowan got up from the floor before straightening the chair back to its place.

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Enda had calmed down a bit after eating the delicious lunch Elias had prepared. Not that he had actually tasted any of it, being so lost in his thoughts. Rowan had eventually snuck in to the dining room to eat as well. Enda paid him no attention, if only to keep his emotions in check.

The pair of cousins might look the same, but they couldn't be more different. Where Rowan was brooding, full of brutal force and led by his anger, Enda was a kind soul, strategic thinker and always ready to help others.

Elias had drawn the area on a canvas, maybe it would help them in figuring out where Aelin might be. They knew the general direction Aelin had gone, and without any of her stuff, she wouldn't have been able to go far. But they had searched under every stone, behind every tree. No trace of her anywhere.

Unless…

Someone had her.

Please don't let it be that monster, Enda begged in his thoughts. He had no idea, but Rowan was hoping for the same thing.

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Aelin had woken up to darkness. The warm light from before was gone, and she was left with the eerie feeling of being watched. The place smelled nice and sweet, almost like someone had been baking.

"Oh, dearie, you seem to be awake once more," the same gentle female voice spoke. The confusion that was present when she last had woken was yet again taking over. Where was she? Who was the lady?

"I'm sorry, you probably don't see very well. Let me light the candles," the woman said before getting to work. She was moving quite effortlessly, despite having a crooked back. She looked old as well, and she was eluding a kind of warmth that had Aelin smiling. "Well look at that, you have a very beautiful smile, dearie."

The woman smiled back.

Maybe Aelin wasn't anywhere malicious this time around. It was most likely her dreams were just making her paranoid. Suddenly she felt a hand on her forehead. How did she miss such an obvious movement? She flinched at the intrusion, but the lady ignored her small action.

"Good, looks like your fever is dying down. You were quite delirious when we found you, dearie."

Aelin blinked in confusion and opened her mouth to speak. Only no words came out, as her mouth felt drier than sand, which made her involuntarily swallow. Not that there was anything to swallow, so she ended up coughing.

The woman offered her a cup of water, which she drank quickly.

"Where-," Aelin began before clearing her voice. "Uh, where am I?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, dearie. You are in my home, you are safe. I've seen you around the village, I assume you live around here," the woman's words made no sense. Aelin hadn't been heading towards the village, had she? "We found you walking about, not in your right mind. You put up quite a battle too, when we tried to get a warm cloak on you."

The old lady sniffed, as if she was on the brink of crying. She then grabbed Aelin's hand and held it close.

"You were so sick when we got you here. I was worried you were going to die," the woman cried softly. Aelin felt like she had ended up in someone else's life. Who was this woman? Why had she saved her? "You just remind me so much of my dear late daughter. I'm sorry, you don't want to hear an old lady cry out her misery."

The lady got up and tried to let go of Aelin's hand, but Aelin squeezed it in a comforting manner before trying to speak.

"It's ok." Then a silence took over them. They stayed still, holding hands, both comforting the other. After a while, Aelin broke the quiet. "You can call me Aelin. What is your name?"

"Elena Ashryver."

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laranjafox · 9 months

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• Crush (2022) [+14] [us] #sapphicfox

[synopsis; no spoiler]

I just watched yesterday (23/08/23) the movie Crush and I loved it!

It's one of that teen cliché movies, a romcom coming of age, but with sapphics and I hadn't seen a production with so many sapphics like that yet (but my references are few tho lol), the movie introduces about to 4 sapphics that could be an option to Paige be in love instead of the 💫intangible Gabby💫, so I thought it'd be limited to that, like "they're the only gays of the school", but throughout the movie we get to see more lesbians characters naturally there, multisexuals and gays too, oh straight too lol.

You know that story where the protagonist has a crush on the popular person of school and tries to get close to them, but their attempt always ends up being embarrassing or simply not goes as planned? Well, one of Paige's attempts to get close to Gabby leads her to spend time with someone else.

[comments; spoiler]

I have to say that I understand Paige completely, when Gabby first came up oof, gorgeous! I understand her in both cases, AJ total girlfriend material, she asking if Paige wanted to try the skate and holding her hands while staring at her eyes (/ω＼) it's the staging of my teenage dream (∩˃////˂∩) lol

Just the fact that Rowan Blanchard is in the movie I already loved it, because I used to follow her ig and she's a fashion and feminist icon, but she did Paige really well, the way she stuttered when were close to Gabby and blabbered random facts 🤭 speaking of that I love that she did the same with AJ when she fell in love with her, it's a simple thing that any good writer would do, but I love it (∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩)

Other point that I love is the colors growing behind Paige's crush. The scene where Gabby and AJ are side by side and Paige looks at them and the background colors up, woah it was like I was in love with them. I saw that the movie was going to be called Love in Color, it matches perfectly the concept, but I don't know why it changed.

One thing that didn't get clear to me was if AJ already had a crush on Paige before they started talking or not, because the movie shows the scene when they were kids exemplifying how AJ didn't know how to express herself and the sketches on the first pages of her notebook are already about Paige, unless she just had started a new sketchbook it kinda makes me think AJ already liked her, buuuut also there's the scene where AJ say that started to fall in love with Paige at the same time as her, so I don't know, I consider that they fell in love together.

Paige's bestie and mother 😂👌 pure comic, the top cherry was the witch sapphic saying that has casted a spell not for Paige to fall in love with her, but with AJ 🤭🤭🤭

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librettistalibrarienne · 1 year

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Pome20

An omen in loam gloamin’ alone A drone in a poem in ruins On loan lo mein on loan Abrupt as the night, the cruciform knight Unbuckles his huckster cruxes crucifucks, Abruptly, lose sight - Clickety-clack! Clickety-clack! Won’t somebody help me get my make sense machine back? Clickety-clack! Clickety-clack! My mind is too imaginative (if I may say so) It’s gone of the track Clickety-clack! Clickety-clack! It’s wiggity wack My inability to keep my words from slipping backwards Turds falling out of my mouth When asked to write some lyrics It’s like Kenneth Patchen With Ted Hughes atmospherics Like Tiny Tim gone IDM It isn’t dense, but I am am Icky like vegan chicken Or wiccans claiming Esoteric knowledge Or Hollywood kaballah And queer astrology Golly gee! ??? Avant-prognosis is a toast To 90s toast goasts And rabbit tails Milton Babbitt blabbers alas and bails on the arthropod acid house Apocalypse collapsing Calypso and disco In a happening magic ring Happening with singing In English and Springanese The languid language Of powerful flowering Towers of rowan and lamblace And triffidust, adjusting To the lusting of a land In the labour of life! Quahog! Queequeg! Quailman! Quandary! Quinquinquebugation! Qua diddly qua qua! The quintessentially queer qualities of Qaito and Qawwali… Are a figment of my imagination, probably.

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sollucets · 5 months

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secret santa here again! thanks for the run down on your watchlist. any favorite tropes/dynamics/themes/quotes?

also, hope you're doing well!! any fun plans for the holidays/end of the year?

hello mystery friend! 💜

this is an undertaking of a question u understand. i immediately forgot every trope i know. but i will do my best to hopefully turn up something useful for your sake 😭🥰

my favorite, like, Recognized BL / drama Trope is very much ‘let me put ur bike helmet on and you can hold onto me while we ride’,,, im also a big big fan of the pinkies touching hand shot (& all hands). more generally i am a fan of tasteful angst, time loops, & found family

dynamics is,, i dont really have a preference so long as theyre not normal about each other. like,,, best friends to lovers great fine. beloved. enemies to lovers also great fine and beloved. whatever raysand are doing (fucking to ??? to lovers). love all that. but they gotta be kind of unhinged about it. the devotion’s gotta be there. you understand.

(i Will watch a more normal, sweet, healthy relationship (see: my ride, etc) and i do consume this kind of happy fluffy content sometimes but like i do prefer it to come from a place of at least mild unhingedness. u get me)

for quotes…. i have a poorly maintained #poems tag that will likely be of no use to you; i usually use lyrics for this kind of thing myself. and in that case,, uhm, feel free to poke through my spotify?

heres my sad lil akkaye the eclipse vibes playlist (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0HTQ8WGaEZjHHsVy9La6BM?si=XiRaxAuKT1O64csHmMVfkA&pi=u-t9CKeeCnQ12Q)

and i do also have an only friends playlist although it was mostly made prior to airing

i like to steal lyrics for my own sets and/or fic titles from purity ring, the crane wives, &etc

hopefully all this blabbering is of some use to you!!! i wish u a happy end of december soon. im going to visit my brother for a few days in about a week, which will be nice as we are both raging introverts and i rarely get to talk to him

💜💜💜

#rowan asks #nonny #santa nonny

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signedbythestars · 1 year

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﹒‿﹙♡Intro Post♡﹚‿﹒

I Post edits on this account! Usually Vocaloid or whatever interest I have at the time! feel free to request icons, banners, or anything of the sort! ✰ Hello! My name is Luka or Rowan! I'm a 15 yr old libramasc person who is currently very hyperfixated on vocaloid and project sekai! ✰ My pronouns are He/They/Star and I'm AroAce spec and attracted to non-women! ✰ I'm autistic and blabber nonstop about my special interests ! ✰ I'm the host of an OSDD system (The HorrorFilm System) DNI :: -Basic DNI criteria -18+ blogs -anti neopronouns or xenogenders -endogenic/tulpa systems or supporters -proship / anti-anti -map/NOmap -If you bash Male attraction

#promo post #intro post #vocaloid #fandom edit #project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #hatsune miku #megurine luka #kagamine rin #kagamine len #kaito vocaloid #neopronouns #xenogender

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deerprincet-blog · 6 years

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I'm remaking this blog.

If you're a mutual and want the URL for my new blog, IM me or like this post. I'll make the new blog tomorrow evening.

#rowan blabbers #tbd

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noctarcanum · 3 years

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army dreamers || levi ackerman x male!oc

Rowan, the young, but promising marleyan warrior candidate was never famous for his ability to keep out of other people's businesses. After getting caught up in his family's history of titan experiments and genetically modified clans, his supervisors decide to harvest said curiosity and lack of discipline. He wakes up on a ship, sailing north, with a piece of paper in his backpack that has only one sentence written on it, over and over again: "Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home."

chapter one: the remaining

‘So, is it true?’

Zeke pushed himself away from the concrete wall he was leaning against.

‘What?’

‘That you’re the one to inherit it.’

The streets of the inner district got filled with busy adults, hurrying home from work. The two blonde boys slowly made their way through the crows, leaving the training center behind them. The setting sun painted an orange glow on the old, shiny stones and bricks.

‘Oh,’ Zeke sighed. ‘Yeah. But keep quiet!’

‘Quiet?’ Rowan exclaimed with sparkling eyes. ‘But this is awesome, you can finally be an honorary marleyan! You’re gonna be rich or some shit! Who knows about it?’

‘Those who need to know about it.’

Rowan walked next to him in silence, as he examined the stores they were passing by. Women with thicker arms than some warriors were carrying wooden boxes back from the street, cleaned the blackboards. He didn’t really understand why they had to clean them, after all, the same thing was advertised on them every day: potatoes and flour. Maybe because the price got higher and higher.

He thought about what his sister and mother did while he was away at training and then the interrogation. He doubted if Ma even got dressed.

‘Do you want to come over for dinner?’ asked Rowan. ‘You could tell Cornelia the big news!’

‘I was there yesterday…’

‘And?’

They turned at the corner but didn’t stop at Zeke’s house.

‘Do you think I have a bigger chance now to get the armored? I mean, you could say some nice things about me every now and then!’

‘Yeah, I’ll tell them about you. What nice things could I say to them, though? You are already on thin ice, that would just end up me also being punished.’

Rowan rolled his eyes but didn’t respond.

‘You’re being punished, right?’ Zeke inquired.

‘Well, yes, technically, no. They kept talking about all the things they can thank my family, and how it won’t protect me forever, and…’

‘They’re right, you know.’

‘I know,’ Rowan sighed. ‘Also, interrupt me again and you’re not getting dinner. As I was saying… they sort of agreed with me. Or I was just hallucinating out of stress.’

‘I highly doubt that’s a thing’ Zeke shook his head. ‘What on Earth did you say to them that they agreed?’

‘Well, they first shouted at me that I need to stop acting up, they can’t deal with me anymore in these times. You know, they’re about to plan the mission to retrieve the Founding… but they don’t even have proper candidates yet, they’re just stupid fuckers who never learned how to deal with pressure…’

‘Rowan, quiet!’

‘Shit, okay, got it!’ the younger frowned. ‘It was quite the speech they gave, though. About the titan experiments my ancestors did, and those… families. That the shifters they will have to send to Paradis will not only have to deal with those devils, but entire clans of genetically manipulated guard dogs, and they really don’t have the time to discipline me every time I’m too nosy. So, it got me thinking, and I just blurted it out, that they should get rid of the families first, then comes the hunt for the founding titan…’

Zeke raised a brow, his eyes locked on Rowan. He knew him too much, that tall monkey was already thinking, planning, or just revising ideas. His train of thought was interrupted by the sight of two soldiers, patrolling the narrow street.

‘When were they placed here?’ asked Rowan, as Zeke didn’t comment on the phenomenon.

‘They weren’t here yesterday,’ he muttered.

‘That’s why I asked, dumbass.’

Zeke yet again stayed silent – he did that an awfully lot of times. Rowan sometimes wondered if it simply was his nature, or he became like this after… what happened with Aunt Dina and Uncle Grisha. What he did not like to wonder about, is that what would happen to Cornelia and Ma if he got sent to paradise, like Zeke’s parents. Would they break down? Miss him? Rent out his bedroom immediately? Starve to death?

‘So, I only said the… plan or whatthefuckever to get them off my tail, but I think I really did give them ideas… I hope this makes me more favorable when it will come to the inheriting the armored titan!’ He had to blabber about something before his mind went to a darker place.

Rowan locked the front door behind them as they entered the narrow townhouse. Thick dust sat everywhere, around and on the once elegant leather shoes his mother used to wear but wasn’t picked up in weeks. The filth that Ma didn’t take care of quickly distracted him from the bad feeling he got from the soldiers on the street, this far from the fence.

‘Ma! Cornelia! Zeke is staying here tonight! What’s for dinner?’ he shouted, but got no answer, as usual.

They found his sister at the kitchen table, sleeping on top of a pile of textbooks. Her silver hair spread out on the pages, but he knew she studied for her pilot exams. Which she won’t be able to take if they’re not honorary marleyans. Another thought Rowan needed a distraction from.

Rowan gave Zeke a more comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants, after they both changed they headed back to the kitchen. Their cupboards were almost completely empty.

‘Didn’t you get the aid this month?’ Zeke glanced at him, after unsuccessfully searching for fresh ingredients.

‘The military has some good methods to keep up one’s motivation’ he shrugged. ‘We still have some potatoes and dry pasta somewhere, I think.’

They started working together in silence, Zeke knowing the kitchen just as good as Rowan. They boiled the potatoes, then the pasta, and added the remaining spices from the packet.

The meal was only enough for two.

Zeke automatically picked up one bowl and put it in front of Cornelia, who didn’t wake up to any of the noises they made.

Rowan gave the other to Ma, who even though had her eyes open, could have easily been asleep. He placed the warm bowl in her lap, guiding her bony, scarred hands to grab onto it, but her reaction to any of these arrived long seconds later. She didn’t seem to register his presence, not even when she sat up a bit on the sofa, and started eating, her greasy hair falling in front of her face, functioning like an old, ugly curtain. He stayed next to her for a while to make sure she didn’t stop after a few bites. Meanwhile, his mind wandered in his memories, trying to think back to the times his Ma was still pretty and healthy. Were they even real memories, or just the creation of a young little girl?

Zeke and he headed upstairs to get away from the smell of pasta that made their stomachs growl even louder.

‘Is it always going to be like this?’ Rowan asked quietly, not even expecting an answer.

‘This is what we signed up for.’

Rowan sat down on the bed, soon followed by Zeke. Their shoulders touched, but they didn’t pull away.

The bed they sat on barely counted as one, as it was one old mattress laid on the ground. He was supposed to get a frame, a few years back, Uncle Grisha promised to assemble one. This was the smallest promise that was broken.

He glanced out the window the mattress was placed next to. The two soldiers were still patrolling on their street.

‘We should sleep,’ said Zeke. ‘Or at least you should, you had a long day.’

So Rowan did. It was the last time he closed his eyes with full trust in the presence of him, as he didn’t wake up in his own bed the next morning. He didn’t even have any kind of bed under him, only smelly, wooden slats, and the scent of the sea around him.

He got up, thinking he was dreaming some bullshit again, but the wind in his long hair was too real. Everything got too real in mere seconds, just as the dozens of people a few feet away from him, all in chains. All in chains, except form him.

A nearby officer flinched as he spotted Rowan moving, his hand moving closer to the grip of his gun. He was clearly still a detainee, but some other kind. The ship they were on… was it sailing to Paradise? That was his supervisor’s solution to harmless bullshit he pulled sometimes? Turning him into the same mindless titan as traitors and murderers?

‘Hey, you rat.’ Burped the old officer, not even bothering to look in his direction anymore. ‘You’re not here for sightseeing, you have instructions.’

Rowan opened his backpack with trembling hands. It was almost empty – it had a water bottle in it, his knife that he trained with, and a piece of paper that got smudged ink all over it.

It had the same sentence written on it over and over again, mimicking the punishment they used on first graders in school. He couldn’t tell if it was Zeke’s or Cornelia’s handwriting.

Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.

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legacyshenanigans · 8 months

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Bare with me... I'm feeling the big sentimental

I can't express to you how much Marvolo means to me, the emotional connection I have to him I've never felt for another fictional character.

No matter what happening in my life I can just look at a photo of Volo and it physically heals me (my favourite ones are those where he is smiling)

Anytime I need to disassociate from my real life I come here, like when I thought that you left for good and won't be posting anything at all I have to literally sit and think what I would do to escape to someplace better. (but also thankfully you didn't delete the blog entirely)

I lost all my photos a while back god knows how... And one of the main reasons I was sobbing my eyes out at midnight was that I had so many photos of Marvolo and Rowan and I lost them all.

There aren't many places in real life where I feel safe... Your blog is one of the few where I do, feel safe to say the first thing that comes to my mind (even if they are mostly horny thoughts heh)

I feel like I have said so much yet I still want to say more...

The main thing is that you've felt safe since day 1 and I can count on my hands how many people in my life have made me feel that way

I can't see through the tears anymore so I'm going to end it here <33

Love you so much

Wolfy 🐺

I cannot fucking express right now how much this ask touched me. I swear to god, im speechless. 🥺

What lovely words to tell me, Wolfy 💕

I was never going to go forever in general, just from HL stuff.

Your support and love has been amazing, and I really appreciate it, like, A LOT 💜

I'm so happy that my little world helped you in some way, hearing that makes me smile. 💚

BIG love to you, Wolf, seriously ❤️🤍

Also,

I do remember at one point that I had said if I left the HL fandom, I'd be taking my blog with me.

I've since realised I don't want to do that because of the bond I have to this blog now and you guy's.

Tbh, the last few days was mainly me saying goodbye to HL side of things. Because I'm not going to be posting HL content anymore (aside from a few audio's that I may make to use up my 11labs letters, then after that, I won't be posting the HL stuff anymore. And at first I thought that was also going to include my OC stuff, i'm still on the fence about what I wanna do regarding content on my OC's, but i'm happy posting murder hubby pics for now, I will make some audio's of him too, I still don't know if its worth me writing anything currently, and I wanted to take a break from doing written posts anyway for the time being, I really don't know what I wanna do.

All I know is that RIGHT now, my heart is still VERY invested in my creation of Marvolo, and tbh, Rominis too (Ominis being the only HL character I still care about because of what i built with him and Rowan) so it's hard to decide what I want to do right now in regards to written posts. I've had so many people reach out and tell me to stay and JUST write Marvolo / OC stuff if that's what makes me happy, and I mean, they're right, I should just do whatever I want, but my brain isn't my friend at the moment.

I've got pictures to post, and those 11labs letters to use, I'm just kinda taking each day as it comes to see what I want to do.

I've also had people tell me my HL love might spark again when HL2 comes out, which let's be real, isn't going to be for a long time I reckon, but yeah, I'm going to keep this blog up definitely, and I'm still going to be around ❤️

Sorry to blabber on 😅

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kashvibatman · 2 years

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Hey Everyone! Just a little something I cooked up when I was jobless. This one is called meeting Jae Kim for the first time and getting attracted to his demeanour. I hope you enjoy!

JAE KIM× MC

"OH my Gosh! Olya, please don't tell me you have detention!" Rowan protested.

"You'r right as always Rowan. I have detention tonight." I sighed in a hollow dead sort of voice.

"And guess where? In the kitchens!! I'm supposed to meet a house elf named Pitts." I complained.

"Pitts?! What a weird name! Why the kitchens though?" Rowan asked me confused.

"I've no idea. Maybe thats where they conduct Detentions?" I replied.

"Maybe. I've never been to a detention, so I've no idea." Rowan said.

"You'r the last person who could ever land up in detention Rowan!" I laughed.

"Whatever Olya. I'm not trying to spoil my chances of becoming Head Girl and you know that!" Rowan pouted.

"Yeah I know. The Cursed Vaults are really getting me to explore new stuff." I laughed again.

"Detention is not something you want to explore Olya." Rowan poked.

"Yeah whatever. Anyway, I gotta go now. I'll see you later Rowan. Good night!" I said getting on my feet from the warm and cozy Hufflepuff common room couches.

"Night night." Rowan yawned as I walked out of the Hufflepuff common room to the not so far Kitchens.

I entered the kitchens and found them to be brightly lit and a room with a never ending length.

There were house eleves all around doing some or the other kitchen work with all sizes of pots and pans.

As I walked the far length, I found some other students there too.

Standing and watching the house elves work.

Maybe they are here for detention too?

I had no idea. This was the first time I was ever serving detention and till now the only thing I liked about it was the heavenly smell of the food being cooked.

I heard one House Elf say,

"Pitts doesn't want us to talk because it interferes with his yelling."

Woah! Pitts must be like their head or something! Since they fear him so much!

"Pitts already has me preparing next years Christmas feast!" Another complained.

I was shocked.

There was a student in a yellow hoodie with messy black hair and Black and white checked trousers with his back to me who was muttering something but I payed no heed to him.

I had to find Pitts! Where in the world was he in this room?!

There was a groan from my side as a portly house elf walked upto me wearing a pillowcover.

"The new worker... Olya Rivera." He grumbled.

"You must be Pitts..." I mutter.

"Yes. House Eleves are responsible for cooking all the food at Hogwarts. And Pitts is responsible for making them doing their job." He said with a grunt.

"Along with rule breaking humans in detention."

"I don't know the first thing about cooking." I told Pitts truthfully.

"Do you know how to make a sandwich?" He asked me skeptically.

"Yes of course." I replied.

"Thats all you need to know. Grab a large loaf of bread and get to work." He grumbled taking me to a workplace.

Working in the kitchens was a new experience for me. I'd never even thought about this place actually existing.

I wasn't working as much as I was exploring every corner of the kitchen which made Pitts grumpy since he expected everyone would be a workaholic like himself.

"These sandwiches aren't going to make themselves." He kept muttering.

I sliced a loaf and I wondered to myself,

"Are we really under the great hall?"

I stopped to peap inside a massive pan boiling under a fire when Pitts' voice scolded again,

"Get to work!"

There was a house elf beside me chopping tomatoes while another one was cleaning pots and pans.

I actually wondered how many house elves were there this whole kitchen!

"How many house elves work here?" I asked Pitts.

"That doesn't concern you!" He snapped.

"How do you make so many sandwiches in one day?" I asked interested.

"By working and not blabbering with our useless mouths!" Pitts growled.

To get salt and lettuce, Pitts told me to go to the further aisle and get some.

I found myself beside the same yellow hoodied guy who was pretending to do work while actually he was doing nothing.

"Ummm.. some lettuce.." I mumbled softly to myself, rubbing my chin, bending to take a look at the cabinets.

"2nd cabinet from your left, top right corner." The yellow hoodied guy muttered.

"I'm sorry?" I said slowly turning to him.

"You need lettuce right?" He asked me without looking at me.

"Yes." I said.

He walked to my other side, bent down and opened the 2nd cabinet from my left and wriggled his hands to the top right corner and pulled out a stack of lettuce.

"Here." He handed it to me still without looking at me.

"Oh Thank you!" I said with a smile, but he still never looked at me.

"Pleasure." He said, arranging tomatoes in his sandwiches.

I was about to walk off since I got the impression he was not going to talk but then he said to me,

"Its best not to ask too many questions. Especially about the sandwiches and the house elves."

"Umm.. okay thanks." I say but he doesn't turn or say anything.

I frown but I walk back since Pitts is hoping up and down to get my attention.

"Get this done Rivera." He growled.

"On it." I sighed.

I made sandwiches whice seemed to impress Pitts. I kept taking miniscule breaks to watch the house eleves and smell the food but for some reason I also kept watching the yellow hoodied guy.

He was doing nothing at all besides just standing there and talking to some people who came to him and they talked and then the other person left and he got back to work until another one came.

"Thats enough for today Rivera! Go back to your dormitory now and come back tomorrow. Same time." Pitts told me.

"Okay thanks Pitts. Good night." I told him courteously because no matter how grumpy he was, I admired his addiction to his work.

"Pitts doesn't sleep." He grumbled as he left me.

I grinned as I left to take my leave but I turned to glance at the yellow hoodied guy once more.

He was talking to a girl and laughing with her.

And then I left because I didnt want to watch that for some reason and I skipped back to my dormitory to fall right to sleep.

****

Next day passed in a flash and it was again time for detention in the kitchens.

For some reason, I was looking forward to it.

It was because of the food perhaps. That smell was awfully tempting.

As a prefect, I was compelled to complete my duties before the night.

I bid adieu to Charlie, who was on his rounds as a Gryffindor Prefect as I left for the dungeon.

"You are the only Prefect who's going to detention Olya!" Charlie teased.

"Shut up Charlie! See you tomorrow!" I called.

"See ya!" He called as he disappeared.

I entered the kitchens today relatively tired.

"Olya Rivera, you are late! Come here!" Pitts bellowed.

"I'm sorry Pitts. I had some work thats why I got late." I rushed to him.

"Pitts doesn't care. You have to do extra work today because you were late." He growled.

I groaned.

"Chop those tomatoes." He pointed to a stack.

I sighed as I chopped the tomatoes and watched the other students in detention doing the same thing.

I glanced at the Yellow hoodied guy who was there today too, still standing and doing nothing.

He picked up a box of something and kept it on another table facing me and as he kept it down with a huff, his eyes zapped to mine.

For a moment, I thought I'd frozen.

He had a burning stare and his eyes were something else completely. They were Jet black like his hair.

He blinked and looked away from me which I thought was rude.

I got back to my work and thought about everything else but him.

You dont even know his name! My heart told me.

Yeah right. I don't even know his name.

After I'd chopped never ending tomatoes, Pitts came to me and said,

"Thats enough Tomatoes Rivera. Now go clean those pans."

"Am I done after that?" I ask tired.

"Done for today." Pitts smirked.

I groan as I scrub 3 huge pots alone and wash them off.

It'd been 2 and half hours for me in the kitchens and I felt very tired and drained.

"You'r done for today, Rivera. Tomorrow same time. And try and be late so that I can give you more work." Pitts grinned evily.

"I won't give you that joy again Pitts." I laugh tiredly.

"Come ready to work next time Olya Rivera.. Pitts won't be so easy on you next time."

"But you weren't easy on me at all!"

But then Pitts was already gone before he could hear me.

I sigh and take a deep breath and relax and stretch for a moment watching the house elves work without breaks and a new respect for them erupts in my heart.

"Hello." Came a voice behind me.

I turn and find the yellow hoodied guy standing behind me..

I realize he is taller than me, but just a bit, but yeah taller.

"Umm... hullo." I say.

"Don't bother Pitts. He hates everything that isn't a sandwich." He says with a grin.

"By the way, I'm Jae Kim." He says.

"Nice to meet you Jae, I'm Olya Rivera." I tell him.

"Why are you in detention, Olya?" He asks me.

"Investigating the Cursed Vaults, disobeying Dumbledore... basically breaking every rule at Hogwarts." I say finally.

"Wow, you're my kind of Prefect." He says with a smug look.

"Why are you in detention?" I ask curious.

"I may or may not have bringing items into Hogwarts which may or may not be banned. And I may or may not have sold them off for a sickle or two." He said and then he laughed at his own words.

"Contraband?!" I hiccuped.

"I prefer the term uncommon collectible."

"Besides, most of the stuff I deal in isn't illegal. Just things people want, which are sometimes difficult to obtain." He explained himself.

"Would you like something? On the house of course. Seeing that as of now, we're detention friends." He asked me.

"I don't know.... I'm already in enough trouble...." I say thoughtfully.

"Cmon Olya..." He said slowly.

"Let me give you something completely legal to help with your search of the Cursed Vaults."

"I have some sweets that make you float called Fizzing Whizbees.

A Dark detector that senses concealment spells called a Probity Probe.

And a magical device called the Revealer which makes invisible writing visible." He told me.

I blinked at how stunning all three things were.

"Now, what can I get for you?" He asked me.

Seeing I could choose only one, even though all three were great choices I chose the Probity Probe.

Keeping the Cursed Vaults in mind.

"Um... I think I want the Probity Probe...." I said slowly.

"Something tells me you want more than one thing." Jae smirked as if he had read my mind.

"Obviously I want more than one." I laughed.

"I..... can get you two things." Jae offered.

"Can you?" I asked amazed.

"Yes." Jae grinned.

"But why?" I asked suspiciously.

"What why?" He asked blankly.

"Why would you get me two things at the price of one?" I ask suspiciously again.

"Just Tell me what all you want." He said hastily.

"The Probity Probe and the Revealer." I blurted.

"Great choice." Jae grinned.

"The Revealer can be extremely useful when used with a Revealing charm. And the Probity Probe is brilliant in detecting Concealment Charms before they harm you." Jae told me.

"Thats awesome!" I grin.

"Cool so I'll see you tomorrow then. I have to tend to my customers now." He winked as another girl came in the kitchens supposedly looking for him.

"Customers?" I didnt quite understand.

"You aren't the only one I'm selling stuff to." Jae shook his head.

"Oh." I say surprised.

Then I realise what he meant.

"So the people who keep visiting you here are your customers?" I ask.

"Yes! Wow, you are stalking me!" He laughed.

"No I'm not!" I said with a angry huff.

"Its just I'm observant about everything." I say diligently.

"Cool." He says looking into my eyes with a small smile, having noticed that he had pissed me off but I didn't care.

"I'll see you tomorrow Jae. Good night." I told him as I desperately wanted to leave and snuggle into my bed and fall asleep.

"Bye good night. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite." He sang out.

I laughed as I walked out.

But then something made me turn back before I exited and I saw my eyes zap towards Jae.

He was talking to his lady customer but then his eyes traveled to the exit and saw me look at him and since his customer was between us, he stretched so he could take a good look at me, but before he could, I exited.

****

"Finally you are acting like us a little." Tulip commented as we studied in the library slapping hands with Tonks.

"I'm acting like you by going to detention?" I grin skeptically.

"What do you do in the kitchens?" Andre asked perplexed.

"Work." I laugh.

"Oh wow! How unusual." Andre laughed sarcastically.

The day went by again but the worst part was the Prefect duties.

These bloody juniors! They don't get stuff in one go!

Duties lasted for so long today! I was already 1 and a half hour late for detention!

I was going to die tonight.

I said goodbye to all my friends before leaving for detention as I knew that I wasn't coming back alive.

On entering the kitchen, I found Pitts waiting for me by the door.

"Olya Rivera... you are 1 and a half hour late... Pitts has a lot of work for you tonight." He snarled with an evil smile before walking inside.

I groan as I follow him and I see the even face paint kid in detention.

"Hi Olya!" He greets me coming up.

"Hey Face paint kid! So even You'r in detention?" I ask.

"I was. I'm leaving now. Can't miss a Hufflepuff match right?" He said raising his hand for high five as I reciprocate.

"All the best! Color well!" I call after him.

"I will!" He says as he leaves.

"Pitts wants you to wash all the lettuces first. Come to Pitts after You'r done with this." Pitts orders and then walks away.

I gape at the mountain of Lettuce leaves.

I groan again as I Begin to work and go on and on and on.

"Hey Olya." I hear Jae's voice behind me.

"I see you're so busy as to not even notice me even when I'm trying to catch your attention." Jae smirked coming up beside me.

"Oh Hi Jae. I'm all about finishing this work and leaving so I must have unintentionally overlooked you...also I brought the payment for my articles. 2 Sickles right?" I said digging in my skirt pocket.

"No don't Olya!" Jae said pulling my hand out of my own pocket.

I stared at him.

"You pay me on delivery. Not before or after."

"But what if I don't have the money with me tomorrow? You better take it now. With my duties there is a lot of chance that I will forget to carry it with me." I tell him.

"You will bring the money Olya. I trust you." Jae smiled.

I dont know why but I felt myself turn fiery pink.

"You don't even know me Jae. I wouldn't trust someone I don't know with something as big as Money..." I began, getting back to my work without looking at him.

"I seem to trust you for some reason..." Jae said sheepishly.

"You shouldn't." I told him courteously.

"I think I should." He smiled gently making my heart melt before I turged myself up not letting him in.

"I'm sorry Jae. But I have a lot of trust issues. With my investigations of the Cursed Vaults, I've got to know who are my real and true friends after a lot of struggle and betrayals. So I'm sorry but I might not be as friendly as you are but there's nothing personaly hold against you..." I tell him truthfully.

"I understand Olya. I'm not asking you to trust me today. But I hope I can win your trust someday in the not so far future." He smiled again.

"I hope so too." I grin.

Jae helps me out with the sandwiches today.

He does it really well.

"You do this really well..." I comment.

"I have been doing this for 4 years Olya." Jae laughs.

"As far as I know whenever I watch you, you arent doing anything so I didnt think you'd be so impressive at this.." I say.

"You watch me?" Jae smirked narrowing his eyes looking at me.

"You know what I mean." I say quickly.

"No I don't. Is it what I think it is?" Jae smirked looking at me with narrowed eyes. .

"Its nothing like what you think it is." I say flatly turning away from him with a plate of prepared sandwiches in my hand to keep on the other table.

"Then tell me what it is." He poked, coming after me.

"I have told you.... I'm very observant. Break life threatening curses on 3 Cursed Vaults and you'll know what I'm talking about." I say quickly turning back to our old workplace and Jae follows me back.

"Well I've never done anything of that sort before so I guess I'll not know what you mean unless you explain..." Jae poked, adding the mayonnaise to the bread slices I was cutting with excellent etiquette.

Today was too tyring. I feel my head getting dizzy and heavy and I can't build up the strength to speak with him anymore.

"Are you alright Olya?" Jae's voice sort of distantly echoes in my ears.

"Forget that I even said anything. I'm done with this. I'll go ask Pitts what I'm supposed to do next. Thanks a ton for your help Jae! I couldn't have done this without you." I say weakly walking away.

"Oh its my pleasure Olya." Jae grinned.

"Pitts I'm done with the sandwiches. What next?" I ask a little weakly taking rest of the table.

"Pitts is sad to inform you that your work has been reduced to less than the half of the original because there were a lot of Detentions today and the work is done. All Olya Rivera has to do is clean those 2 pots and she can leave Pitts' kitchen for good." Pitts said with a huff.

"Thats great news!" I say happily forgetting my weakness for a second.

"Tomorrow's work will be double." He sniggered.

"What?!" I almost scream.

"What happened?!" Jae came by.

"Sorry for screaming. I was throwing a temper tantrum." I groaned.

"Its okay I understand completely. Been here 4 years." Jae winked.

I felt better but suddenly blackness crowded my eyes and my head felt pulsated and heavy.

"Olya?" I could hear Jae, but he seemed far away.

"Olya! Hey!" Jae held me up because I realise I was collapsing.

"Rivera!" Pitts sounded concerned as he gestured towards the table.

"Here Olya! Take it easy." Jae said anxiously as he gently helped me sit on the table.

Pitts gave me water as colour filled my eyes again. I drank as Pitts and Jae watched me patiently.

"You okay?" Jae asked, crossing his hands, sounding concerned as he stepped infront of me.

"Yeah. I wanna go back now." I sigh tired, standing up.

"Yeah get out Rivera. Go sleep. I'll be waiting tomorrow." Pitts ordered as he walked away.

"I ought to walk you back." Jae said to me.

"Oh that won't be necessary. Thanks Jae." I smile as I start walking back but stumble due to weakness.

"Yeah I see exactly how necessary it is." He smirked. "Cmon Rivera. I could use an excuse to get out of the kitchens too." He winked.

My heart dropped for a moment. So he was helping me along to get out of the kitchens. So all the help and concern was all play and no good.

"Cmon now." Jae ushered, walking beside me.

We walked back to the Hufflepuff common room and I made sure I don't stumble.

"You okay?" Jae asked me with a smile as I turned to enter.

I tried not to be warmed by his uncannily concerned voice.

"Yeah I'm good now." I said weakly.

"Sleep well okay? I need someone to talk to Tomorrow. I guess I'm getting used to you showing up and I'll be so bored if you don't come." He grinned.

"Alright... and Thanks for the help Jae..." I say with a genuine smile as I was really thankful for his help.

"My pleasure Olya." Jae smiled back and for a moment I thought that his cheeks were pink like mine but then A girl called him and he grinned and called to her saying that he's coming.

"Good night Jae." I say, and turn to enter my dormitory not wanting to hear anything from him at the moment.

"Olya-" I hear him call but the door shuts shutting him and his voice out.

I stagger up weakly to my dormitory some how and fall asleep.

***

"Madam Pompfrey, She hasn't been feeling well since last night." My friend Diego Caplan told Madam Pompfrey next afternoon when I was still feeling too dizzy and heavy to carry on.

"Rest is the only way out. Sleep here Miss Rivera. You will be better."

"I'll get you the homework, I promise." Rowan told me.

"Dont leave until I come to pick you up." Diego ordered me.

"Okay." I say painfully laying down on the bed and when they felt I was in a deep slumber.

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"Is that my hoodie?" "Most definitely not!" for Rowaelin! Love your writing! ❤

Thank you!! This is a small scene but it’s how two of my friends started dating and I think is so cute! Hope you enjoy

Stolen clothes

Rowan’s best friend was the heaviest sleeper he had ever met.

Fully waking Aelin up in the morning was a battle itself, and then dealing with her ten minutes of bad humor was another. For the latter, Rowan would always bring her coffee and a bagel dripping with cream cheese. For the other one…

“Fucking asshole!” A very sleepy Aelin screamed, trying to hit Rowan as he threw himself at her. “Stop waking me up like this!”

He was laying on top of her, his back crushing her down against the mattress. It was the most effective way of waking up Aelin, he had discovered after dozens of mornings trying different methods.

“Good morning, sunshine. How was your sleep?”

“You hulking brute, get off!” She tried to arch her body, but Rowan was twice her size and weight. Laughing, he sat on the bed. She sat seconds later, punching him on the throat.

Aelin’s laugh sounded as Rowan coughed. “Was that necessary?” He said, gulping down air.

“You almost crushed me, dickwad. Of course it was necessary.” She was saying as she tried to comb down her hair. The golden waves looked tangled, and Rowan almost reached forward to help her. When they were younger, he would have done so without hesitation, but now he was really trying to not get touchy with her.

Because touching her hair would make him want to be the one tangling it, and Aelin had never showed any indication of having any feelings other than friendship towards Rowan.

Much to his deep, deep disappointment.

He bit his tongue, willing to take any inappropriate thoughts about his best friend off of his head. It had become worse and worse the last few months. Rowan caught himself thinking more about her, finding ways to spend more time with her… Basically do anything that would involve him and her.

He looked back at her, eyes trailing her beautiful face, long neck and…

“Is that my hoodie?” He said, eyes narrowing.

“Most definitely not!” Aelin replied too quickly, pulling the covers up as her cheeks became a bright pink.

Rowan felt his mouth pulling into a smile. “No? You just happen to have a hoodie from the hockey team I like, in my size, exactly like the one I have been looking for weeks now? The one I even asked you about?”

“Yes.” She said simply, the pink in her cheeks deepening.

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” His mouth now showed a huge smile he couldn’t contain. He pulled the covers until he could see the hoodie. “You sleep in my clothes?”

“Stop.” She grunted, pulling the hem of the hoodie down. It touched her mid-thigh, and Rowan’s eyes lingered there a second too long before his eyes snapped back to her face.

“Do you have more of my conveniently lost clothes that you use to sleep?” He asked slowly, his cheeks hurting from smiling. When the blush on her cheeks went from pink to red, Rowan laughed, getting up. “Where?”

“Fuck off.”

“Where do you keep them, Ace?” He said, going to her wardrobe. Rowan knew Ace like no one knew, and he had an idea how she organized her clothes. “Do you have a whole drawer of just clothes you stole from me?” He asked incredulous as he opened a drawer and saw a bunch of his shirts and another hoodie. Most of them were clothes he wore at home or whenever he went to her house, nothing too fancy, just comfortable.

“You left them here. I only keep them.” She raised her chin despite her face being so red. “Finders keepers.”

Rowan laughed again. “You thief.”

“We are best friends, Rowan. By right it’s not your clothes, it’s our clothes.” A smile finally started blooming on her lips, the red on her cheeks fading. Aelin was never embarrassed for long periods of time around Rowan. “You snoop.”

“I loved some of these shirts.”

“If you loved them, you wouldn’t have lost them.” She replied, getting up and walking to him. Without her usual heels, Aelin’s head barely reached his shoulder. She brushed her side against his, and Rowan was slightly confused. Aelin had a bunch of space to avoid touching him and she wasn’t really a clumsy person. “They are comfortable to sleep, ok?”

“So you do sleep in my clothes.” He smiled again and a faint blush returned to her cheeks.

“Our clothes.”

“Does that mean I get to wear your pretty silk nightgowns?” He asked, wanting to make the blush leave her face again. As much as they liked teasing around, Rowan didn’t want Aelin thinking he was pissed at her for getting a few shirts from him.

“I think the red one would bring out the green in your eyes.” It worked, and Aelin looked up, grinning at him.

Her face… He was so fucking screwed.

“Would it now? A shame we can’t check that since I would rip the thing just by trying to step inside of it.”

Aelin eyed his body slowly, and Rowan felt a little self conscious for the first time in his life. He had never had confidence problems, but as Aelin analyzed him so closely his heart was beating faster inside his chest. He was pathetically hoping that she would like what she saw. When her eyes went back to his face, she only said a soft, “Yeah.”

Faking a cough, Rowan turned back to the drawer as the silence got a bit awkward. He wanted to kiss her. Maybe he should, now. She hadn’t look disgusted by him, maybe even little appreciative. If he went to kiss her and she dodged, he would come up with an excuse, a lie to explain that he wasn’t actually gonna kiss her.

“The hoodie is my favorite.” She said, running her hands through the shirts inside. Whatever look Rowan had on his face made her frown jokingly. “You want me to pay you for the shirts or something, Whitethorn?”

He should do it now. It was an opening. She was looking up at him, lips slightly parted and a crease between her brows. “You’re broke as fuck after the amount of books you bought two days ago, Galathynius.”

And there went his chance.

She took a step back and snorted, closing the drawer. She walked back to her bed and sat with her legs crossed. “They’re good books.”

“I bet they are.” He snorted, going to sit by her side. She was eyeing him strangely, the crease between her brows deepening. “So unless you can make money appear like magic, you can’t really pay—“

Rowan was completely shocked when Aelin’s hands abruptly went to cup his face, one of her legs almost straddling his lap. She knelt on the bed, bringing her face down to kiss him. Aelin’s lips against his were soft, warm and sweet, and Rowan wanted to sigh in absolute content as they moved hesitantly against his.

He only realized he hadn’t kissed her back when she pulled back, hands still on his face and eyes wide. “Shit. Shit. I’m sorry, Ro. Just forget I—“

Before she could finish blabbering excuses, Rowan’s hands went for her waist and back of her head, pulling her back to him. Aelin sighed in relief and content as Rowan kissed her, his lips moving as lovingly as hers had against his mouth. He eased Aelin gently on his lap, her arms hugging him by the neck.

Kissing Aelin was ten times better than anything he could have had imagined. He tangled his fingers in her hair as he wanted to do earlier. Having her body pressed against his, her mouth moving against his was pure heaven. Aelin was sweet and warm, and the little sighs of happiness she let out from time to time made Rowan’s heart want to burst out of his chest.

Rowan smiled against her mouth, completely ecstatic about finally kissing his best friend.

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