Rhysand when he enters the Spring Court:
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Rowaelin for the OTP Drabble #24
Lmao, this was so fun to write. Thank you for the request! This is like, my first try at Rowaelin fanfictions so please don’t kill me if it’s bad. I promise I’m improving everyday! 😌
Detention Diaries
Pairing: Rowan x Aelin
Word count: 2012 words.
Warnings: A little swearing here and there.
Summary: Rowan Whitethorn has spent three years of high school like a nobody but when the self proclaimed queen of Terrasen High lands them both into detention, maintaining a low profile might be impossible.
Aelin was so done with the day.
She had accidentally stayed up all night reading a book and now, her eyelids itched to shut down. She had already dozed off thrice in Maths class and had it not been for Dorian shaking her every two minutes, Ms Meave would have had Aelin’s head.
Even now, she suppressed a yawn as she made her way to the lockers in the hallway. “I am so screwed. I have an English test today.”
A few students waved their hands at Aelin in passing and she gave them a smile. Aelin won’t say she was popular but she did know a lot of people in the school, thanks to her cousin Aedion being on the football team and Dorian in the student council.
Dorian rolled his eyes as they stopped by his locker. “Don’t be dramatic. You can’t fail English even half asleep.”
Her best friend was searching for something in his locker when the crowd quieted down and he came. Rowan Whitethorn.
She had heard his name whispered enough times in gossip circles to know just what kind of things he was involved in. The guy had a reputation for being a cold hearted asshole, even if Aelin had never even heard him raise his voice.
A hood covered a better part of his face, hiding the tattoo that covered half his pretty face. She could make out the silver hair peaking from beneath the hood, the oversized hoodie doing nothing to flatter the muscles they all knew he had.
He was beautiful.
Dorian noticed her stare, then rolled his eyes. He kissed her cheek, then said, “Don’t get into trouble. I have Physics next.” And then Dorian was gone.
Aelin tried to ignore the blush that fought it’s way onto her cheeks as she walked beside Rowan. She had to remind herself that he never talked to anyone and this would only lead to heartbreak but maybe her sense of self preservation was half asleep too because she said, “Going to English?”
Her words were met with silence. She already knew he was going to English. It was one of the many classes they had in common but an answer would have been nice. She tried again, “Ready for the test today, Rowan?”
“Yes,” was all he said.
Then Rowan quickened his pace, possibly to lose Aelin in the crowd but she was the uncrowned queen of Terrasen High. While the students parted to make way for Rowan out of fear, they parted for Aelin out of love and admiration.
She made sure to wave and smile at a few of them as she fought to catch up with Rowan’s awfully long strides.
The test hadn’t even started when they arrived to the class. Their English teacher Gavriel was sitting in his chair, a thick stack of papers on his desk. When he noticed Aelin entering the class with Rowan, her uncle raised an eyebrow. What trouble are you getting into now?
“No trouble,” She promised him out loud as Rowan went to take a seat.
She chose to sit directly behind him and started on her test as soon as it was distributed. The test was fairly easy, even though Aelin had to put some extra efforts to recall a few names and places in between, thanks to the sleep deprivation. At one point, she was ready to throw her pen at the nearest wall and go to sleep then and there. She only managed to stay awake throughout with a sheer force of will.
The real trouble arose when she had finished the test. Not having anything else to do, Aelin decided to poke Rowan with her ruler.
He turned around, his pine green eyes brimming with fury and Aelin raised an eyebrow, face carefully blank. “Something I can help you with, sir?”
“Stop,” He said in deep, rough and slightly accented voice that sent shivers down her spine before turning around.
Gods, even his voice was beautiful.
Aelin wrote on the back of her answersheet: Your voice is beautiful. Do you sing too? She crumpled the paper into a ball, then kicked it gently towards Rowan, who had also finished writing the test.
He did not answer back. Silence means affirmation, Mr. Whitethorn. Will I have the pleasure of hearing you sing sometime? She threw the note at the back of his head this time, drawing attention from a few students. For all that she loved being the social butterfly, Aelin was not keen of the rumours that came with popularity but she was having too much fun trying to piss Rowan off.
He opened the note, read it, then shoved it into his pocket. Then he turned around and snarled quietly, “Do not fuck with me, princess.”
That had to be the most words she had heard him say ever and ignoring the tone with which he had delivered the words, Aelin felt a small amount of giddiness at the term of endearment he had used. Princess, she sighed to herself.
Her smile must have been very apparent because Uncle Gavriel asked, “Something funny, Miss Galathynius?”
“Why, the question paper,” She answered with a lazy wave of her hand, “a child could do this, sir. If you want me to take your tests seriously, at least make them a little difficult.”
A few students snickered.
Gavriel rolled his eyes, then went back to keeping an eye on everyone. A minute or two passed and Aelin was already dozing off again. She kicked Rowan’s chair and someone whispered her name from behind her.
Aedion was hissing at her from two rows over, “Whatever you are doing, stop it. Whitethorn will kill you off.”
Whitethorn did indeed look like he wanted to kill her off but God, Aelin had to be in some mood today because she ignored the glares from both the males, flipping her cousin off and went back to kicking at Rowan’s chair. His knuckles were tightly gripping his desk as if he was trying not to strangle her and seeing his expression, she didn’t doubt for a second that he gladly would.
“Rowan,” she called. “Rowan, will you tell me what shampoo you use? Your hair looks so silky!”
He gave her an incredulous look before smoothing his features into a blank expression. She wrote him another note: Please, tell me what shampoo??? Please? Your hair looks so pretty and they smell SO good. His hair did shine beautifully and they even smelt nice but Aelin did it less out of curiosity and more because she was bored and Rowan Whitethorn was her best chance at entertainment.
When he received the note, Rowan’s eyes went wide. He growled back at her. “Gods, do you never stop, Aelin?”
Aelin opened her mouth to answer but her uncle beat her to it. “Miss Galathynius and Mr Whitethorn, if you don’t stop now, you’re going to find yourself in the principal’s office.”
“Excuse me, sir, but she is bothering me,” Rowan said, his cheeks tinged pink.
Aelin gasped dramatically, rising from her seat. She pointed an accusatory finger at the brooding figure in front of her, then said, “Liar, Liar, pants on fire! You were the one insisting we should be friends!”
“Friends?” Rowan scoffed. “The only thing I’m going to be around you is irritated.”
Gavriel was making his way towards them and Aelin had no qualms about throwing him under the bus. He hadn’t stopped to think before he had accused her of bothering him, had he? Why should she?
Because he was telling the truth. You’re not, some sane voice said from the back of her mind.
Aelin did not pay it any attention. “That’s not what you were saying out in the hallway when we were flirting!”
Aelin took a huge amount of satisfaction when Rowan’s cheeks flushed with colour, the tips of his ears turning a dark red. “Flirting? With you? I’d rather die in a ditch—”
“DETENTION, BOTH OF YOU!” Her uncle bellowed.
Rowan let out a loud growl of protest. Aelin just shrugged, a smug smile on her face as she sat back down.
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Rowan had never been more pissed. He did not know anyone as insufferable as Aelin Galathynius with her reputation around the school as a heartbreaker, the self-proclaimed princess of Terrasen High. He loathed how hard she laughed sometimes, drawing all attention towards herself. He loathed how her eyes crinkled, the gold rings around the turquoise shining brighter every time she smiled.
She had everyone in the school at her beck and call and it pissed Rowan off.
Even now, she sauntered into detention with a swagger as if there was no other place she would rather be. The class was empty, save for Rowan and a dark haired guy sitting in the back. Aelin noticed him too and raised an eyebrow, “Why, Fenrys darling, what did you do to end up in this hellscape?”
Fenrys had a wry smile playing on his lips. “It’s not Hell if you’re here, sweetheart.”
Right. If Rowan tried hard enough, he could recall a conversation in the locker rooms about the school player, Fenrys Moonbeam leaving some party with Aelin Galathynius, both of them drunk as shit. Fenrys, the quarterback of the football team with his charming smiles and bedroom eyes was the kind of guy Aelin Ashryver Galathynius would date.
Fenrys twisted in his seat to get a better look at the spawn of satan. She gave him an intimate, coy smile—the kind that you only reserve for some select few people. Rowan shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling like an intruder. He coughed loudly. “If you are going to undress each other with your eyes, have the decency to find yourself a room.”
Aelin’s answering smile was full of fire—wicked, dangerous wildfire. “Jealous, Whitethorn?”
Rowan scoffed, wishing he had the power to make her choke on air with one look. He had to be in some mood today. Thank the three faced goddess that Lorcan was absent today. Rowan knew Lorcan would give him an endless amount of shit if his best friend saw Rowan drive himself insane over childish, insolent, bratty Aelin Galathynius.
At least she and Fenrys were sitting two seats apart now, whispering quietly to each other. When five minutes passed and no teacher entered, Aelin rose from her seat and walked towards the window.
“What are you doing?” Rowan asked, then frowned. Maybe he shouldn’t have spoken.
The expression on Aelin’s face definitely told him he should not have spoken at all. She was smirking that obnoxious smirk of hers as she drawled out, “Not all of us are obedient little students, Whitethorn. See you around, preferably when you’ve grown some balls.”
Rowan huffed. During his years in high school, he had always thought of Aelin as an arrogant, immature troublemaker. Now he could add rude to that list too.
Fenrys was already standing guard on the door. “Quick, Aelin! Mr Gavriel is going to come our way any minute.”
Then Aelin turned, giving him a slow, simpering smile that clearly conveyed her thoughts about what she thought of his insistence to remain in detention. Scared, Whitethorn? And gods damn him, he was scared, not of being caught skipping but what an hour spent with Aelin might do to him. It was the challenge in those turquoises eyes, the taunt hidden behind her smile that had him rising from his seat.
She stepped back, letting him jump out of the window first. He was wondering if he should extend a hand to help or not when she leaped out with a grace he had never known she possessed.
Aelin was grinning, wider than ever and this may be the worst idea he had ever had but Rowan asked, “Where to?”
When the blonde haired girl straightened, shoulders pulled back and confident like a Queen, he decided that even if this was as likely to end in disaster as anything else, Rowan knew he owed it to himself to find out.
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I am not sure if I should finish this here. If enough people want to read further, I might turn this into a multi chapter fic so feel free to drop your thoughts on that in the comments! Also, if anyone would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know!
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ACOTAR Mini Reading Update
Rhys, during Starfall: “You’re exquisite.”
Me:
*reading my book*
someone: “Oh good you’re not busy.”
me:
james and cordelia: the marriage is fake and we are going to divorce in a year
lucie: oh ok
lucie, already scribbling in her notebook: cruel prince james/beautiful cordelia, 100k, slow burn, friends to lovers, romantic fake-real turn—
So I was reading Lord of Shadows and came across:
Is Magnus referencing James burning down Blackthorn Manor in Idris???
Because if he was IJWJAJSKSJSONSMSKX
me when people say hunt is the next tamlin
Elide was absentmindedly doodling in the margins of her textbook, not paying a single iota of attention to her teacher.
There was nothing wrong with this specific class, but when the sun was shining outside and later, she would be going out with her friends for Beltane… moral philosophy couldn’t hold a candle to it. Her phone lit up on the desk beside her and she glanced at it, seeing a text from her boyfriend waiting there before the screen faded to black. Elide bit her cheek to stop her smile and carefully unlocked her phone, one eye on her teacher, who was still droning on and on and on. She read what he’d sent, her brows furrowing.
>>be ready in five
Rolling her eyes, her freshly done nails clicked across the screen as she answered him.
<<im in class dumbass
<<what in the gods names are you on about???
He answered her quickly but clarified nothing.
>>just be ready
Elide shook her head and sighed, determined to pay attention for the last fifteen minutes. Her eyes glazed and her mind wandered, what was that boy planning?
Not two minutes later, the class phone rang and her teacher paused, answering and speaking in hushed tones. Elide straightened in her seat when she glanced over at her and hung up. “Miss Lochan, the headmaster needs to see you in his office and he would like you to bring all your things.”
Just then, her phone buzzed and she looked down at it, biting her tongue to stop the grin that threatened to take over her lips.
>>come on get your cute ass out here
>>your carriage awaits milady
Elide hastily gathered her things and shoved them in her tote bag, winking wickedly at Aelin and Borte, sitting across the class from her. Her cousin gave her a thumbs up and the brunette beside her smirked as she said goodbye and speed-walked to the side entrance, avoiding the office completely. The moment she burst through the doors, she saw Lorcan leaning against the vintage Mustang convertible he’d worked all summer to buy and then fix. He had, at some point during the drive to the Kingsflame Preparatory School for Young Women from Staghorn House for Boys, discarded his sweater and his tie was loosened around his neck, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
“Hi,” he called out, narrowing his eyes as he tilted his head to the side, the glare of the sun hitting him in full force. “You gonna come on over or just lollygag? We don’t got all day, smalls.”
A coy laugh tumbled from her lips and she walked down the short staircase in measured, calculated steps, watching the way he drank in the sight of her legs and the swing of her hips before he dragged his onyx eyes up her body, his jaw feathering. When she reached him, he pulled her towards him, laughter bubbling from her throat as he leaned down and kissed her. He spun them and lifted her onto the hood of the car, one hand drifting up from her waist to hold her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Lorcan slid his tongue into her mouth to lazily tangle it with hers, his other hand sliding down to the back of her thigh and then up her school skirt, gripping her ass.
Elide wrapped an arm around his neck, smiling against his lips and humming when he pulled away to mark them down her jaw and dropped the hand he had on her chin to her thigh. She let her head fall back, coming closer and closer to losing control. The sound she made when his tongue dragged across her skin was interrupted by the sound of doors slammed open and the jeers of her classmates.
“Miss Lochan!” Swearing, Lorcan broke away from her and lifted her off the hood, dropping her and her book bag into her seat through the open roof before as he sprinted to the driver’s side and literally hopped in, gunning the engine. Elide was cackling, Aelin and Borte’s cheers louder than anyone else. “Miss Lochan, come back here! Your parents will be hearing of this!”
With a roar, the car peeled away from the curb and down the street, her teacher’s cries of protest drowned out as she turned on the radio, turning it all the way up and raising her arms, the wind whipping through her hair as she howled. Lorcan looked over at her, a full-blown smile forcing its way on his lips, “I love you, Lochan.”
Elide scrunched her nose at him and leaned over the centre console to kiss his cheek, “In every world and every lifetime, Salvaterre. You’re never getting rid of me.”
“Good.”
“But, Dad-“
“No buts,” Cal said, his voice stern and frown intimidating to anyone that wasn’t his wife or daughter. “This is the third time this semester we’ve gotten a call like this, you are not allowed out tonight.” He had half a mind to forbid his daughter from seeing that boy again, but he didn’t want to incur her and her mother’s eternal wrath.
Elide looked distraught and pleaded with him, making her eyes wide and sticking out her bottom lip. It was a tried and true way of getting him to crack, “Dad, come on, it was just philosophy! And it’s Beltane! It’s cruel to have school on a holiday.” She looked to her mother, who was watching with an amused light in her eyes, her daughter a spitting image of her. “Mama, please? He’s already here and waiting for me! I haven’t seen him all week.” She had, in fact, snuck out every night to see him but what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them, right?
Cal opened his mouth to say something but his wife cut in before he could, “Of course, darling. Have fun and say hi to your cousin for me, please.” Elide leapt up and hugged her mother, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.
“Thank you, Mama,” she said, walking to her father and kissing his cheek as well, “Bye, Dad.” She was practically skipping out of his office and downstairs.
“Bye, Elide, don’t be late!” he called out as Marion said, “Text me if you’re spending the night somewhere and make good choices!”
Glaring at his wife, Cal stood and walked to the window, hearing the front door slam shut downstairs. Marion just laughed and wrapped an arm around him, fitting herself under his arm. “Oh, come on, honey.”
“What,” Cal said, his voice gruff. He didn’t dislike Lorcan, but… no one was quite good enough for Elide in his eyes. The romantic in him melted a bit as they watched Elide launch herself into his arms and he caught her, their faces filled with an emotion that felt too intimate for them to witness. “I don’t like that boy.”
“Leave them be,” chided Marion, knocking her forehead against his jaw, “you daughter just so happens to be in love with that boy. And Lorcan is just as in love with her. They’re happy.”
He sighed, knowing he had been defeated once more. “So they are.”
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Rags & Riches {8}
Summary: An A Court of Thorns and Roses Fanfiction. 19th century AU. Based on the prompt sent in by @cat5313 All characters belong to SJM, I am just a fan with a plot.
Warning: Mature content strung throughout.
A/N: Please excuse the tornado of emotions that is this chapter.
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“You keep looking at the barmaid.”
“Hmmm?”
Rhysand grinned over his tin cup, watching Cassian with a curious gaze. “You keep looking at the barmaid. You should go talk to her.”
Cassian blinked, slowly setting down his cup. “I don’t know-”
“She’s been watching you, too,” Rhysand crooned.
Cassian chuckled. He knew. The last time he’d been in the tavern, with Nesta, she had come onto him strong. But, he wasn’t here for sex. He just needed that damn bracelet.
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