A/N: dipping my toe back into writing to see if I can still do it before I try to conquer requests
Soft wisps of clouds drifted lazily across the vibrant blue skies of Terrasen, the gentle breeze that blew along with them granting a cool contrast to the sun on your skin.
Pushing your arms above your head, toes pointed as you stretched the muscles throughout your body, a gentle yawn following along with your satisfied smile.
“Beautiful,” Fenrys whispered next to you, watching as you hummed in agreement.
Your hands twined in the blades of grass beneath them as you savored the feeling of the emerald earth against your skin. “It is a beautiful day,” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you moved your arms to fold behind your head.
The feeling of warmth from the sun gave way to a different, familiar warmth as Fenrys’s body turned into your own, a broad hand sliding across your waist. “I wasn’t talking about the weather,” he murmured, voice rough and low from where his mouth settled at your throat.
Heat rose to your cheeks, breath drawing shallow at the feeling of his knowing grin spreading across the sensitive skin, canines dragging lightly down to rest on your collarbone. Faster than you could process, Fenrys pulled away, onyx eyes taking in your dazed expression, the flush on your cheeks and chest heavy with want.
“Fenrys,” you half-scolded, half-pleaded as your hand reached to brush golden curls from his face. With a low laugh, your mate, caught your hand with his, eyes still locked on yours as he pressed a tender kiss to your palm.
“Care to join me for a swim?” he questioned, eyebrow arched as he glanced between you and the sparkling lake that lay just down the hill. Unsure if it was the clouds that had slowly disappeared from the sky, or the way Fenrys was looking at you, a wave of heat coursed through your veins.
You nodded swiftly, allowing Fenrys to draw you to your feet just to throw you over his shoulder as he began bounding towards the lake. Your weak, laughter-filled protests had no effect on the warrior, setting you back on your feet when he’d reached the water’s edge.
Stripping off his shirt, your mate flashed you a lopsided grin as his hands reached for the ties of his pants. “Are you going to join me, or do you prefer to watch?” he teased, nodding at the dress still covering your body.
Rolling your eyes, you smiled up at him. “Of course, I’ll join you anywhere,” you promised, pushing up onto your toes as he met you for a kiss.
“Then allow me,” he murmured against your lips, his mouth trailing down your jaw and lower, towards where his hands deftly undid the laces of your dress. The warm sun bore its heat upon your newly exposed skin for only a moment before Fenrys’s hands found your backside, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist while he carried you into the cool lake.
“I love you,” you whispered, arms locked around his neck, head laid against his chest where you listened to his heartbeat.
Lips pressed against the top of your head, and lingered there. “And I love you.” Lowering you to where you stood in the water, chests pressed against one another, Fenrys’s arms wound around you once more, a cocoon of solace into which you gratefully relaxed.
You simply stood there for awhile - enjoying the closeness of one another, the oneness with your mate and with nature - before finally stepping out of the water. As Fenrys helped redo the last ties on your dress, his dark eyes grew soft - a look that you knew all too well at this point.
His gaze shone with sincerity, with the same devotion he’d shown as he spoke his vows on your wedding day. Dark eyes grew soft, his hands winding through your hair to tilt your gaze to his. “Thank you, for just being with me,” he smiled softly.
Returning his smile, you brought your hands to his cheeks. “Every day, I don’t know how I could love you any more than I already do. Yet every day, I fall for you a little more. There is nowhere I would rather be than by your side. On the best days, on the worst days, on these quiet days. I’ll go anywhere with you.”
summary; manon discovers a way of having a child, now she has to tell her mate about it
warnings; none, pure fluff, tiny bit of blood nothing more just a mention but not a description, manon is IN LOVE WITH HER
word count; 1742
author note; this fic is probably my longest one, but my favorite one ive ever written, i love manon so much i i i i i (cries) hope you like it, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
manon blackbeak, queen of the witches, never thought about having a child. not that she could, not with her mate being also female, but after visiting a village, that thought never left her mind.
it was a short trip, the village 2 hours away from the castle, small but important for its agriculture. she went door to door asking the people if they needed anything, repair any building, seeds, food, anything that could help them with their day, it was in one of the houses that she met an elderly woman. she knew every story, every curse and treatment, she had lived for nearly 700 years, manon only wished to live that far with her mate .
“come in my lady, can i give you a cup of tea?” before manon could answer, the elderly was inside preparing the kettle. manon looked back at asterin who was grinning, she knew manon wanted to come home to her mate and this meeting would only delay the journey. the house was little but cozy, the living room and the kitchen were on the same floor, the scent of candles and food hung on the air permanently attached to every surface, every piece of furniture. manon and asterin sat on the couch that was near the fireplace, the elderly came with the tray of tea and placed it on the little table, she took a seat in the big armchair beside them.
they took the cup of tea she was giving them and then she spoke. “have you thought about having an heir, my lady?” manon choked with the tea and asterin spat it, coughing to ease the ache on her throat. manon turned to looked at the woman, her eyes shining with pride as if she knew something manon didn’t. “that’s none of your business,” manon snapped. that was something that only mattered to her mate and her, she didn't have a voice in that topic but she kept talking, not listening to manon. “it is important for the realm, my lady, to have an heir if anything happens to you.”
“you think i dont know that? but that. its. not. your. problem.”
“it is my problem, it is our problem my lady, to know we are going to have peace and stability.”
“you are crossing a line-”
“and i know how to help you.”
that stopped her, even asterin stilled at that. “what could you do about it?”
the woman smiled and walked to a room. asterin leaned to whisper “do you think this is a good idea? what if she tries to kill you or your mate?”
“oh my lady there’s no need for that, i have lived long enough to know when to talk and how i can help, she isn’t the first female i’ve helped” she said as she walked back to the couch a potion “this, is a fertility potion, made specifically for couples like you. i believe your mate is fae, isnt she” manon nodded “perfect, the magic in her will help her conceive” she gave her the potion “she must drink it when the moon is full and after the act, her body, mind and power will be more receptive to the potion and drink a little blood from each other, a drop should be fine. there’s no need to take the full bottle at once, only one drop is strong enough, so i’d recommend one drop per month.”
manon looked at the bottle, the bottle that could change their lives forever if she took it back home, if she asked her mate if she wanted a child, a witchling with her. “i havent said yes” the elder only replied was a knowingly smile, and just like that, manon and asterin fly back home, the bottle safe on her pocket.
even in the distance, manon could see the figure of her mate wave at them as they approach wyvern barn, when manon looked again to she was nowhere to be found but she knew she was running down to meet them and just as they were about to land, her mate was running towards them, her hair loose to the wind, dress flowy around her figure and smile as bright as star. manon dismount and patted abraxos as her mate launched toward her, she didnt need any of her immortal gifts to know she was more than happy, she was glowing, a big smile on her face as she looked at manon with loving eyes. she gripped her waist and pulled her to her chest, manon closed her eyes and soaked in her mate and the love she felt irradiating from her. she felt her hands on her cheeks, thumbs caressing her cheekbone, she never thought she could be this happy, she never thought happiness would fit her not when she had been so cold hearted but then she came into her life, always smiling and laughing, a warm flame to her cold heart.
leaning down, she kissed her mate for the first time in hours, but they have felt like days, her absence a deep wound to her soul every time they were apart for more than a few hours. her mates arms hugged her by her neck and she pressed herself even more, chest flat onto each other, there was nothing for them as they drank their love as if it was air, but asterin had other plans and coughed loudly behind them, a teasing smile on her face when manon turned to her second and snarled. her mate laughed at her antics and manon glared at her, golden eyes narrowed but she only kissed her again and when they tore apart, she took her hand and dragged the queen of the witches to their room.
conveniently, the full moon was shining in all her splendor through the windows. they had dinner in their room and while she listened to her talk about her day and what she had done, the words of the elderly still cling to her mind. witchlings were rare and sacred, the first three months dangerous and had everybody hold their breath until they knew everything was all right. she would never forget the asterins past, what her grandmother did to her, the future she had dreamed of, the life she had wanted for her witchling, but manon wasn’t her grandmother, she would never hurt her mate if the same fate as asterin came knocking on her door. no. she would rather die than to hurt her like that.
tucked in bed, manon waited for her mate to finish her night routine, the bottle hidden inside the first drawer of her nightstand. should she ask her? should she throw it away as if that conversation had never happened? she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice her mate slip in bed until her head was on her chest, arm around her waist and bid round eyes looking up at her. “what’s on your mind?” she asked while the tips of her fingers drew patterns on her skin, contrary to her mate, manon sleep without any clothes and her mate had every kind of nightgown that could be found, like tonight, one of her favorites, a burgundy one with thin straps and short enough that if she were to stand on her tiptoes, her butt would be visible, but only for her to enjoy that sight. manon let out a trembling sigh, opened the drawer and took the bottle. “what is this?” her mate asked while taking it and examining it. taking all the courage she could muster, she talked.
“while visiting the village, an elder woman came to us and invited us to her home. we thought she was going to ask for supplies or something but then she asked me if we were going to have a child” manon looked down at her shocked face “i told her it was none of her business but she kept talking and then gave me this potion… its a fertility potion love, there is an option for us, a chance to have a baby of our own without any male touching you” her iron teeth snapped at that, at the thought of a male touching her mate. her face was pure shock and the fact that she hadn’t said anything made her stomach turn, but then she asked the question. “you want to have a baby with me, manon?” taking her face, she pressed their foreheads together, the bottle between them.
“i love you. you brought light to my life and warmed my cold heart, you changed me, made me a better witch, someone worth being around, you made me a better queen.” she cleaned a tear that ran down her cheek “you chose this, if you want to, if you really want to have a baby with me… i would be the happiest immortal in the whole world” her mate leaned and kissed her. for them, the world stopped and began. the end of a journey and the start of a new one, one that would be filled with love.
rhiannon asterin blackbeak came screaming to the world. it was a long and hard night, one that manon would never forget. she couldn't do much, only words of encouragement when the time came to push, she held her hand the whole time, she told her she wouldn’t go anywhere and kept her promise and after months of waiting and hours of agony, their daughter screamed as if to say hello, to let the world know she was there. the healer cleaned her baby and then handed her to manon “here my lady, take her” she looked at her mate first, but she was already looking at her, still sweaty but her eyes were clear and tearful, “go on manon, shes your daughter.”
manon took a step towards the healer and was smiling at her while she handed her her baby, a small witchling, her daughter, their daughter. with a careful finger, she traced the soft of her cheeks, her little nose and watched mesmerized as she opened her eyes and nearly fell to her knees. golden eyes looking right at her, her own, the real proof that she was her daughter. slowly, she sat beside her mate and handed her, the image of her mate holding her child made her spill a tear. together they looked at the life they have created.
Would you please write something with Dorian Havilliard? I’m begging you, there’s nothing out there 😔✊
Maybe an angst with fluff or whatever you want is ok
Thanksss!!! 💗
King Dorian Havilliard will ALWAYS have my heart. The worst part of KOA is no closure between him and Manon like give me more!!!
But yes, I absolutely can do this for my fav King. I can come up with something or if you/anyone has anything more specific in mind please let me know :)
i don't know who i think i am updating so many times this week, but here we are. enjoy it while it lasts, kiddos. and happiest of birthdays to @shyvioletcat who is the reason i even wrote this fic in the first place. love u bb 💚
rowaelin // 7k words // masterlist
The pillow beside him still smelled faintly of her perfume, yet when he reached for the warm body that should have been next to him, he found nothing but cool, rumpled sheets. Rowan let out a low groan of disappointment and rolled halfway off the bed to feel for his jeans. When he finally found his phone in the back pocket and checked the time he knew she hadn’t been gone for too long. It was only six-thirty in the morning, and he was almost positive she had been pressed against him the majority of the night.
Gods, last night. Rowan hadn’t had sex in months, and the woman Connall had pushed toward him like an offering had been his perfect match. Everything he gave her, she had given back. She took as much as he did, and he couldn’t help himself when he sent her tumbling over the edge until she was a shaking, sweaty mess. It was, by far, the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The sounds of her breathy moans, the feeling of her cherry red nails dragging sharply up his back and over his shoulder blades, or of the way she’d pressed her fingertips into his lower back to urge him closer… Those were things he would not soon forget. He was pretty sure if he looked in the mirror, he would have the reminder of her hands etched on his skin until at least tomorrow.
He was desperate to do it all over again with her.
It took him a moment, but he managed to find another pair of sweatpants and an old college t-shirt in the back of the closet. As the door leading to the apartment closed behind him, a heavy sigh sank from his chest. Connall had a smirk that said he knew way more than he should. The bastard. He spent so many late nights at the bar, it wouldn’t surprise Rowan if he had been there all night and heard every sound he pulled from Aelin’s soft, perfect lips.
“Terrasen won last night.” Connall was standing in the doorway that led to the kitchen, drying a clean glass as he took in his friend.
“I know,” Rowan grumbled, adjusting his clothes from the night before in his hands. Several of his missed text-messages had been about their victory. Apparently, it had been a close game that went into overtime. But it seemed that Orynth grew football players in the mountains, fertilizing them with the gods only knew what.
Through the window the sky was already full of fluffy white clouds. It made it hard to be too glum. Soon the sun would be shining brightly over Varese. It was a new day, Monday was a new week, and there was still time for someone to knock Terrasen out of the winning streak that had been going on for the last two years before Rowan had to face them in a few months.
“Your girl left about an hour ago, if you were wondering.” He was, but instead of saying so he just grunted a response and headed out the door.
The following week was his normal routine. Rowan returned to Doranelle after spending the rare off-weekend down in Varese. More than once he had tried to pry details from Connall about if Aelin had been back to the bar or not. Apparently she hadn’t, but his friend swore to let him know if she did. It had been five days and she hadn’t been seen. Was it pathetic the way he wished he had a way to contact her? Definitely. But there was something about her that he couldn’t shake, that he refused to let fade into the recesses of his mind.
On the sixth day since meeting her, not that he was counting, he’d carried his laundry hamper downstairs to throw in the wash. Out of habit, he patted down the pockets of all his pants. Rowan had learned the hard way a few years ago that not doing so resulted in very expensive headphones being ruined in the wash. Could he afford another pair? Of course he could, but it was a waste of money when he could simply not wash them and not have to spend two hundred dollars for no reason.
There was a soft crinkling in the pocket of his jeans, one that he barely noticed. They were already halfway into the washer when Rowan fished out the folded piece of paper. Merely a receipt from any of the establishments he visited last weekend, he tossed it on top of the dryer while he finished loading the rest of the clothes and tossed in the detergent. He swiped it up again to throw away on his way out. For reasons unbeknownst to him, he decided to look at it before trashing it. Just to make sure it wasn’t from anything he might need to return later.
When he unfolded it and saw the writing over the top of a faded credit card transaction, his heart stopped beating. It wasn’t a receipt. Well, it was, but nothing that he had purchased. It was a note written in blue pen, words a little smudged from being folded up before the ink had fully dried. Each letter was in swooping, sloping, cursive letters with a little heart underneath.
Just in case you need to release some more tension. I know I do. - A
The short message was followed by a series of numbers, and Rowan had never in his entire life scrambled so hard to put a contact into his phone. A tattooed finger traced over the numbers, lips mouthing the numbers in an attempt to double check himself. Without giving himself a single heartbeat to change his mind or chicken out, he pressed call.
By now she could have forgotten about him entirely. Maybe she wasn’t interested anymore, or perhaps it had taken him too long to reach out. He did have a good reason for the latter, but she might not see it that way. There was hope that she would, though. Everything about her had seemed easy going and he doubted she would be mad that she sent him on a scavenger hunt with no directions. Maybe if he wore normal clothes instead of athletic shorts or sweats more often he would have found it sooner. It was too late to change that now, though. Impatient fingers drummed atop the counter while it rang, and rang, and rang.
Her voice chirped through the speaker, but when he opened his mouth to speak he realized it was just the recording of her voicemail. Her accent, so different from his but lovely all the same said in a teasing tone, “While it is your absolute utmost misfortune to have missed me, leave a message and I’ll call you back. Unless it’s about work. Call my work phone and we’ll talk about it.”
Rowan had never wished so badly to have someone’s business line in his life, but he still patiently waited for the beep. His heart was a stampede of wild horses while he waited for the beep. As soon as it sounded, he cleared his throat and immediately grimaced at himself. Idiot. Why didn’t he do that before it started recording?
“Aelin, it’s Rowan. I’m sorry it took me so long to call, but someone hid her phone number in the back pocket of my jeans and I just got around to doing laundry. I’m not in Varese this week, I’m actually in Doranelle for work. But I should be back in town soon, maybe next week, I–” The voicemail beeped, declaring the message was fully recorded and he swore colorfully as he ended the call.
With a mind of their own, his fingers opened a new text thread and shot off a message: My voicemail got cut off, but I’d love to see you again. Let me know if you’re up for it. xx
After pressing send, he cringed. Since when did he sign off a text message with an x? Much less two of them? He’d spent one night with the woman and now he could barely figure out which way was up and which was down.
Sure, he had been out of the dating game for quite some time, but he didn’t have to sound like he was. The last time he flirted intentionally had been years ago. Every other encounter had been random hookups in random cities across the world where he didn’t have to worry about following up.
Except that this time, he wanted to. There had been so much ease when he talked to her, the flirting had come naturally. It hadn’t even been wholly intentional to begin with. Rowan had never used talking about soccer as a seduction technique, but it had clearly worked on her somehow. The banter they’d shared back and forth displayed a unique type of chemistry he hadn’t experienced in a long time, if ever. He could only hope that she felt the same way and still wanted to do it all over again, too.
~*~
“I really like everything you have here, but–”
“It’s not great,” Luca interrupted, his shoulders sagging while he waited for the sharp edge of disappointment. Aelin’s lips pursed as she looked at the young man. Luca was fresh out of college as a graphic designer, and working for the Fireheart Art Foundation was his first real world job post-graduation. It made her simultaneously want to berate the insecurity out of him and comfort him by how traumatized he was from difficult professors in college.
“I was just going to say that I want this header font to be white.” She gave him a look that portrayed exactly how she felt about how hard he tended to be on himself. “I wouldn’t have hired you to work in this office if I thought you needed to be micromanaged.”
Luca let out a breath, nodding and sinking into one of the chairs across from her desk. Nervous hands ran up and down his thighs like he was shaking out the nerves. She understood. The feeling of mountains of pressure on you and like you had no room for error was a familiar one. Helas below, she felt like that right now. Aelin was in her mid-twenties and running a charity and she refused to let it fail.
“I just want to do a good job.”
“And you are, my friend. I chose you and your portfolio of work out of a lineup of seasoned professionals. You bring something new, young, and fresh to the table. Your lack of experience doesn’t mean that you’re incapable of doing a good job. It just means that you’re still learning, and I want to help you with that. You don’t need to be nervous to show me something that you’ve created. If something needs to be tweaked, obviously I’m going to tell you. But you understand the brand I’m building and the image I’m putting out almost as well as I do. Be more kind to yourself,” she said gently, a soft smile pulling at her lips.
“You are nothing like what my professors said future bosses would be like.” Aelin laughed at the same time her personal phone started buzzing on her desk. She didn’t recognize the number and it was silenced as she handed the tablet back over to Luca.
“I sure hope not. While I have a specific vision of things, I want you to use your creativity and have fun with it. I’m never going to give you a list of a hundred specifications. I’ll tell you what needs to be included and let you take your knowledge of our company plus your creativity so you create something you’re proud of. When you eventually move on from Fireheart, I don’t want you to have a stack of things you made for us that you aren’t proud of to show off. Okay?” Aelin’s phone pinged with a new voicemail from whoever had been calling and sighed. “Email me the file after you change the header.”
Luca gave a mock salute and flipped the tablet case closed, walking toward the door and shutting it behind him. Aelin let out a content sigh in the silence, leaning her head against the back of her hair while she gazed out the window at the city below her. She let it sink in, the work she was beginning in a new country on a different continent, an ocean away from home.
It was easy to allow herself to feel pride in the foundation, an idea she brought to her parents a few years ago. The Fireheart Foundation began three years ago when she was twenty-two. What started as an idea to work with local underprivileged youth in Orynth soon blossomed into two, then three, then four offices scattered over Terrasen. Her home country had always taken huge pride in the arts– Orynth itself was huge on the importance of it for its young citizens. The rest of the world shared those sentiments because by its second year they were receiving global recognition. Now, on the eve of its third birthday, Aelin was expanding to Wendlyn: her mother’s home country.
She had plenty of family in Varese. Most of Evalin’s family still lived here, Aelin’s grandparents included. Ever the proud grandfather, Ciaran Ashryver had been beyond excited to help her find an apartment until the end of November, locate appropriate office space, and had started putting out a few feelers for potential employees almost as soon as she mentioned the idea. By the time she stepped off her plane, she was all set with somewhere to live and a floor in a building downtown to begin working.
A handful of employees from the other locations in Terrasen had arrived this morning to be hands on in helping train some of the Varese staff. New members to this office were taking positions that needed little actual training and something more like direct guidance from Aelin. Like Luca and his graphic design. He didn’t need to be trained how to do his job, just needed the push to grow into his full potential.
Aelin’s thoughts were tugged back to reality when another small vibration from her phone had her reaching for it. Ah, right. The missed call, voicemail, and now text message from the number she didn’t know. It was a local area code– probably a new employee getting her their contact information like she’d requested.
As soon as she saw the message preview, though, she was quick to unlock the screen. With arms braced on her desk, she scanned the message with a growing smile on her face. Rowan. He had finally found the note, it seemed. No time was wasted in saving his number to her contacts and tapping furiously to get to the voicemail.
When Rowan was cut off mid-sentence, she laughed out loud. It was really more of a school girl’s giggle than anything, relief that he had not just texted, but called, too. It made warmth flood from her toes to her fingertips. There had just been something about him, about their matching wit and seductive teasing that left her craving more. For the first time in an extremely long time, it hadn’t felt like it was just about sex. Despite how she had kept everyone at arm’s length and refused to let them get close since her relationship with Sam had ended so poorly, things with Rowan had been different since the moment he sat beside her at that bar. It didn’t mean it would go anywhere besides a fun fling, but a kernel of hope still flickered in her chest.
She tried to think about what Lysandra would tell her to do: how long she should wait to text him back, what the rules were. It had already been nearly a week, though. Hadn’t there been enough waiting on both parts? His voicemail had sounded rushed enough that it was like he was impatient to talk to her again, too. The follow up text practically proved it. No, she wouldn’t follow silly hard-to-get dating rules. Maybe she didn’t want to be hard to get. Besides, she was only here for a few more months. It likely wouldn’t lead to anything serious, and there was no harm in having fun while she was here.
That is what Lys would want for her. Something fun and easy that she didn’t have to think too much about. That would give her release from the insanity of running an international foundation with little outside help. Having made up her mind, she tapped his contact and hit the call button.
“Aelin?” Her name was breathless on his tongue when he picked up after the third ring. With a brow furrowed in curiosity and a small smile resting on her lips, she leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to ignore the somersault her stomach lurched into when he said her name.
“Rowan,” Aelin drawled, entirely positive that he sighed with what sounded like relief. “Did I catch you at a bad time? You sound–”
“No, I was just– no. This is good. Perfect time, actually.”
“Are you sure?” She heard rustling on the other end, like maybe he was adjusting himself where he sat.
“Is it embarrassing and off-putting if I tell you I lunged for my phone when I heard it ringing? I was in my bedroom and jumped onto the couch to get it before it stopped.”
“What if it hadn’t been me calling back? Did you even check the caller ID?” The laughter that bubbled out of her was entirely involuntary. Having a man that excited to talk to her was so sweet it made her teeth ache. When had anyone ever been so forthcoming with any level of affection for her? Dorian, probably, but that was a relationship based solely on fun and most of the time he was teasing.
“No,” he grumbled. “I would have disconnected the call as soon as I got a denial it wasn’t you.”
“That is the most adorable thing a man has ever said to me,” she vowed, her hand resting on her stomach to calm the swarm of butterflies within.
“I’m not doing an absolute shite job, then?” There was a timidness to his voice that made her heart squeeze. What on earth did he have to be nervous about?
“I called you back, didn’t I?” She teased, but when he didn’t answer and seemed to be waiting for a genuine response, she assured him that he was doing absolutely perfect.
~*~
“Who the fuck has you smiling, Whitethorn?” Lorcan Salvaterre whipped his towel out to smack Rowan directly in the stomach. He immediately frowned, locked his phone, and rubbed the spot above his belly button the corner of the towel had popped. Lorcan tossed the weapon over his shoulder, sitting down on the bench in front of his cubby. The wet, dark curtain of hair hung around his face as he bent down to start shoving his match gear into the bag at his feet.
“Nobody.”
“That’s a lie,” Fenrys quipped from behind them. Rowan glared over his shoulder, knowing full well that the blonde was in complete cahoots with his twin brother. Evidently Connall had told him everything. How Fen had managed to keep his mouth shut about it all week was entirely beyond him. If it hadn’t been about his personal life, Rowan might have been impressed with his self control. “He met a girl.”
Lorcan’s head swung around, eyebrows raised high as he said, “Did we not learn our lesson from the last jersey chaser?”
With a scowl pulling his entire face into a frown, Rowan shook his head. “It’s not like that. She doesn’t even know who I am. To be entirely honest, I don’t think she would have talked to me if I hadn’t saved her from one of Con’s mystery cocktails.”
At that, Lorcan winced. Just like he’d told Aelin, they were all too familiar with those special drinks. It didn’t matter how impressive one’s alcohol tolerance was, no one was safe. Rowan distinctly remembered a time several years back when he had to tie Lorcan’s black hair out of his face to avoid it getting in the toilet. Everyone was pretty sure he had alcohol poisoning that night, but it wasn’t totally Connall’s fault, either. Lorcan had said he could handle it. The joke was on him at the end of the night, though. Nobody could handle them as delicious as they might be. Those fuckers were dangerous.
“Met her at the pub then?” Lorcan’s eyes were full of hesitancy and skepticism as he spoke. It seemed like he was choosing his words carefully. That topic was a tedious tightrope to walk, one that had ended in Rowan shutting down completely more than once.
“She gave me a lot of shit about ‘soccer.’ We talked through most of the Orynth and Red Desert game.”
“And then Rowan took her upstairs and–” A sweaty pair of shorts hit Fenrys directly in the face, cutting him off with a violent gag. Always the drama king. “I just showered.”
“That’s enough out of you, boyo,” Rowan said in a tone that meant shut up or it will be my fist next time. A few of their other teammates filtered from the showers, several of them claiming they needed full body massages STAT. Rowan was inclined to agree, but he had better things to do tonight. They had won their match against Adarlan and he was feeling lucky all around.
“You’re not… worried?” Lorcan was pulling on a fresh pair of socks as Rowan sat on the bench beside him, jaw tight. This was not something he wanted to think about right now. Aelin gave no indications that she knew who he was, and most of the girls that fawned after them for being professional athletes couldn’t make it through a whole conversation without expressing what huge fans they were. As if their obsession with his body would make him more likely to sleep with them. It was a trick that worked when he was young and stupid, but now that he was older it was just… violating.
No, he wasn’t skeptical. It had been two weeks and soccer had only come up in the form of jokes between conversations that ranged from casual to toeing the deep-and-personal line. Their texts were as constant through the day as they could be with them both working. At night when they were both available and Rowan wasn’t completely wiped out from practice, they would have hours-long phone calls. Last night Aelin had fallen asleep mid-sentence, like she couldn’t stand to say goodnight to him even though she needed to sleep. When he realized she had dozed off, nothing but the soft huffs of her breathing coming through his speaker, he’d quietly wished sweet dreams upon her before hanging up.
Her apologies had been profuse throughout the day, but they weren’t needed. It had been a long while since anyone had taken the time to get to know him for him and not one of the world’s best center-forwards. With her, he was just Rowan. No grass-stained jerseys and golden trophies attached. Just the version of himself that he was over ninety percent of the time.
“I’m not worried about that with her. She’s not… like that. I’m going to tell her what I do soon, but for now she thinks I coach at the high school.” It wasn’t a complete lie. He and Lorcan did put on football camps at their old high school in Doranelle over the summer. Tirelessly, they would host two separate camps that lasted for two weeks in June and July. It was part of his job… just not his actual job right this second.
“What does she do?” Fenrys asked, shooting Rowan’s dirty shorts back over to him. He dropped them into his bag and zipped it up, slipping his feet into his slides. Vaughan came out of the showers then, bumping his fist as he passed and muttering that Rowan played well, to which he gave his friend a nod in return.
“Charity work. She teaches piano and dance class at different art programs. For the next few months she’s doing after school lessons in Varese.” Rowan hefted the duffel up onto his shoulder, wincing as he stood. Nothing was hurt, but he wasn’t quite as young as he used to be. While he should probably spend some time in an ice bath to help his muscles recover, it was honestly the last thing on his mind. All he could think about was getting in his car and speeding down the highway to Varese.
“Please tell me you’re not about to get in your car and drive two hours to see a girl you just met immediately after a game,” Lorcan said flatly. Try as he might, it was impossible not to grin. Just a little.
“Hate to disappoint you. Maybe you’ll understand one day when you stop being such a coldhearted dick.” It was a joke, but there was some truth to it. Lorcan had a strict policy about women during game season, and kind of in general. There would be absolutely no distractions for him during the season. He might let off some steam and have random hookups here and there, but the possibility of any sort of real relationship was off the table. During the off-season, he claimed it was time to have fun. Everyone was thoroughly convinced he would never settle down, or that it would take an absolute badass of a woman to turn him into a house-broken man. Rowan wasn’t sure that was possible.
Lorcan grumbled mostly to himself while the rest of their lingering teammates gave Rowan encouraging slaps on the back. While he hated that it was out to his teammates and friends already, he knew it was genuine support. A few years ago he had been through absolute hell and ever since there had been a stormy cloud hovering over his head because of it. Rowan knew Lorcan came from a good place. Everything with Lyria had ended… extremely poorly. Things with Aelin wouldn’t be like that, though. This was different. She was different.
It had been two and a half weeks since the first night, and their budding relationship had been strictly through text messages, phone calls, and the occasional video chat. Rowan hadn’t been able to get back to Varese because of practice, games, and her work schedule. The one night he would have been able to make it into the city, she had called him an hour before he was due to head out and explained that something came up at work that she had to deal with. It had been disappointing, but he understood. If they had lost their game today he wasn’t so sure he would be driving anywhere but home to sulk.
With a shiny new win under his belt, he was eager as he snapped his seatbelt into place and began the two hour drive up to Verese. It would be after ten by the time he finally got there, but Aelin had insisted– was still assuring him– that it was entirely okay. Evidently she would have dinner ready for them when he arrived. His growling stomach could hardly wait.
~*~
Rowan’s muscles throbbed dully when he pulled himself from his car a couple hours later. Thankfully he would have the rest of the night and all day tomorrow to recover before practice. He made a mental note to head in early for a little physical therapy on Monday morning.
The plan was that they would hang out for a little while before Rowan headed to his apartment in the city. While he lived primarily in Doranelle, he liked that he could be a little more low-key in Varese most of the time. It had become his second home, and a few years ago it made sense to get an apartment nearby to avoid having to crash in Connall or Fenrys’s guest room every time he was in town. Tomorrow, Rowan had vowed to show Aelin his favorite spots downtown and a few that he just had an inkling she would like.
Based on their conversations, Aelin had quite the sweet tooth. There was a bakery on 4th avenue that was more than capable of satisfying her cravings. Less than a five minute walk from her office was his favorite coffee shop, and the heart of the city was stuffed to the brim of delicious restaurants and alluring confectionary shops she would love. The weather tomorrow would be absolutely beautiful– the perfect day to stroll downtown before the beginning of another hectic week for Rowan. For her, too, it seemed because she had days where she felt like she was putting out little fires everywhere.
Double checking the apartment floor and number Aelin had sent over earlier that afternoon, Rowan began his climb up the stairs. It was an older building with the elevator apparently in a constant out-of-order state since she had moved in. She had both complained and apologized about it in advance, but Rowan was used to running up and down the stands during practice that it didn’t really matter.
Despite being a century old, the building had character and hadn’t slipped from its former glory. The floors were black and white marble, the wood of the staircase a deep mahogany. Gold accents were littered throughout in vases, frames, and wall sconces. Just inside the front door a glittering chandelier reflected small rainbows along the walls and floor through the crystals that dangled from its arms. Even if Rowan hadn’t known its historic significance, it was easy to imagine how it looked just after it opened. It was still a luxury apartment building, regardless of age.
His thighs ached with the ascent, feeling every stride he had taken on the field a few hours ago. Thankfully he only had to get to the second floor and a few doors down according to Aelin. Gods, he was exhausted. There was little time in a match when Rowan wasn’t on the field and throwing his all into every step he took, every kick that sent the ball flying into the goal with ease. After most games he would soak in an ice bath or get stretched out by one of the trainers, but he’d been entirely too eager to get to Varese to waste any time. Tomorrow he might regret it a little, but he would have regretted not making the drive even more.
It wasn’t until he was standing in front of her door that he started to have a small, momentary bout of panic. How was he supposed to greet her? Did he hug her? Kiss her? They hadn’t discussed it, but then again who plans out a greeting? Rowan wanted to bang his head against the door at the knots this woman twisted his stomach into. He was being ridiculous. Rowan Whitethorn was a thirty-one year old grown man, for wyrd’s sake. Surely he could handle not fucking up as soon as she opened the door.
As it turned out, he didn’t need to worry. Seconds after knocking, Aelin opened the door and pulled him inside by his fingers, rocking up on her toes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as soon as the door was closed before saying, “Hi.”
“Hi,” he replied, letting her pull him deeper into the apartment.
Rowan had seen the space in the background of their video chats, but it became abundantly clear that Aelin had a taste for opulence. Various pieces of art were framed all over the walls, fresh flowers rested on the table tops. Several jewel-toned rugs lay upon the restored wooden floors and her couch was deep green made of plush velvet. The dining and end tables were golden and topped with marble. Even the blankets over the back of the couch were fluffy fabrics that no doubt felt like being covered with a cloud.
A handful of boxes were still stacked in the corner of the living room, easily visible because of the open floor plan the space offered. To the left, the kitchen boasted marble countertops with golden hardware. Yes, this apartment building was still very much in its golden age, or maybe Aelin was just that skilled with decorating.
Rowan’s was a modern apartment building closer to the business district, but this one honestly blew it out of the water. In the short time she had been there, only a few weeks she had told him, Aelin had managed to make this into a home. It felt lived in and loved, like she had always been here. Despite being able to smell the slightly-musty age of the building, it was buried under layers of jasmine, lemon verbena, and the dinner she had simmering on the stove.
“Ignore the boxes, I’m still waiting for some shelving to come in for my books and things,” she explained with the wave of her hand. As if the stack of boxes could ever take away from the magical oasis she had transformed the apartment into. Compared to this, the house in Doranelle that he had lived in for the last six years was bare and nowhere near a home.
“Are you sure you’ve only been staying here for a few weeks?” Aelin’s laughter was bright as she walked into the kitchen and began mixing the contents of a large pan with a wooden spoon. Aelin’s legs were bare, seemingly nothing beneath the t-shirt that hung to the tops of her thighs.
“I’m a creature of luxury. Besides, I’ll be splitting my time between here and Orynth with work.” It was admirable how much she seemed to love the kids she taught, how passionate she was about her work. Piano and dance lessons couldn’t afford an apartment like this, though. Not when she so proudly supported underprivileged areas of major cities. Rowan was sure her parents had the money to help her out, not that it mattered. That was a conversation for another day, especially when she started plating their dinner. “I hope you like pasta.”
“Are there people that don’t?” He asked, taking both plates from her. Aelin walked past him with a bottle of wine and two glasses, heading for the couch instead of the table.
“It should be a felony, but I’m sure some bizarre creature or a human exists out there, hating pasta with every fiber of their being.” Rowan snorted in response, handing her the plates after she sat down and folded her legs like a pretzel in front of her. The tiniest pair of shorts that he’d ever seen peaked out from beneath the hem of her shirt.
Sitting beside her and taking his plate, he had to fight back a groan when he took the first bite. Aside from his mother, he couldn’t remember the last time someone cooked for him that didn’t involve a waitress as a go-between. It was nice to feel cared for, he realized. Even if they both knew tonight would end in her bed.
A documentary played while they ate, conversation ebbing and flowing with ease throughout. He managed to get her talking a little more about work, how a coworker named Luca was having a hard time with confidence in what he produced but he didn’t need to be. According to Aelin, he was a brilliant young graphic designer and she hoped that with some nurturing under her wing, he would bloom to his full potential.
When he asked about siblings, she shrugged, “I have a cousin that’s really more like my brother. We’ve been inseparable since the day I was born. Besides him, I’m an only child.”
“So am I, but I have a hoard of cousins. I’m closest to Sellene and Endymion. Sellene would like you.”
“What’s not to like?” She teased, eyes full of mirth as she looked at him over the top of her wine glass. The heat in her eyes gave him a vivid memory of what she had looked like writhing beneath him.
Gods above, he needed to get a grip.
Aelin listened intently while he talked about his mom and dad, Sellene and Endymion. Her laugh was like a tinkling bell when he recounted memories from his childhood and chimed in with her own. Both of them may have been only children, but agreed they’d never felt lonely or alone for the most part.
“There was a period when my cousin went off to college—” she paused for another sip of wine and to place her empty bowl on the coffee table. Rowan did the same. “That was the only time I felt lonely. He’s four years older than me, so it was hard to go through my entire high school experience with him not quite as close. He actually went to college in Doranelle and could only really come home for holidays. He surprised me for my 16th birthday and it was the best one I’ve ever had.”
There was a small smile on her lips before she continued, “My parents had a limo for me and my friends to ride to the venue it was at, and I got in the car and the partition was lowered. The driver was wearing a hat and aviators, straight out of a movie. And then he said I hear we have a birthday girl in our midst and I knew it was him. I completely lost it. Best present ever.” Rowan found himself grinning along with her, her joy at the memory contagious to his core.
“You’re lucky you didn’t have cousins that terrorized you until you were big enough to fight back.” That had been the general tone of his upbringing, but once he went through puberty and grew well over six feet tall, the teasing had calmed down a bit. Probably because Rowan could easily throw Enda over his shoulder by the point.
“Oh, gods. Believe me, we have been through it. There were times when he was annoyed that I wanted to do everything he did, and times when I was annoyed that he tried to embarrass me in front of my friends or boys that I liked. He used to sit on me and tickle me until I cried and we were constantly trying to flick each other until we were bruised like peaches. Typical sibling stuff.”
Rowan laughed, nodding as he recalled having very similar memories with Enda specifically. He could relate to the ones based in annoyance— Sellene had been a hellion.
“Sellene used to embarrass me in front of pretty girls, too. Not that I needed help in that department. I do fine enough on my own to this day, but seventeen year old Rowan didn’t know how to talk to women at all.”
“You’ve done alright with me.” Aelin’s small hand reached for his, lacing their fingers like she had done it a million times. Her nose wrinkled as she grinned, and he had to fight the urge to kiss her. Godsdamn, this woman.
“I wouldn’t be so lucky if we were in high school.” At that, she laughed, making a teasing quip about his rushed voicemail and stilted text message. At the end, she reassured him it was charming and that he wouldn’t be here if she didn’t think so.
“Some people struggle digitally. I won’t hold it to you, old man.” Rowan flicked her knee at the moniker, but couldn’t repress the smile on his lips all the same.
~*~
“Rowan,” Aelin said softly, rubbing her eyes and sitting up on the couch. The man behind her released a low groan as his arm tried to pull her back down.
After talking for what must have been hours, they settled on watching New Girl and had, apparently, fallen asleep not too long after it started. A wide yawn escaped her as she patted his thigh a few times to rouse him awake.
“Shit, what time is it?” Rowan forced himself to sit up behind her, knocking his elbow into her shoulder in the process. Instead of cowering in pain, she started to giggle through the sleepy fog. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it didn’t hurt,” she promised, tapping the screen of her phone. “It’s almost five.”
“I can go. I didn’t mean to fall—”
“I’m not waking you up to kick you out. I’m waking you up to come to bed with me.” Aelin stood, holding out her hand. Once she had both of his hands in hers she began to tug, taking steps backward while he pretended to protest by going nearly entirely limp against the couch. “You can sleep by yourself out here, it’s fine.”
Dropping both of his hands she turned and made her way toward her bedroom. Aelin had only made it a handful of feet away before strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Rowan pressed soft kisses against her neck at the same time he lifted her entirely off the floor. Stomach flipping, she squealed while he padded toward her bedroom, finally placing her down on the bed.
She was quick to crawl under the blankets, flipping them back so he could get in with her. He followed dutifully, slinging his shirt off and tossing it onto a little chair in the corner of her room as he sank down until his head rested against the pillow.
Despite how easy it would be for either of them to roll onto the other and make the other unravel at the seams, she gently pecked his lips a few times. Each one lingered a little more than the last until she finally pulled away and rested her head against his chest. With his hand rubbing soothing lines up and down her back, it was easy to melt into him, eyes drifting shut as she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep that smelled like home.
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Hello, hope that you are alright this one is a cute one i just thought of now
How would Bam comfort his S/O if she is as scared of heights as he is? She even struggles to climb a ladder, can they both promise to a front their fear together? Maybe going together to have a ride on the machines in the amusement park?
Acrophobia:
You and Bam were alone in the shared living room, you really wanted to ask Bam to help you with your acrophobia despite him facing the same fear. After mustering enough courage you turned to Bam who was already looking at you sensing the shift of your emotions. “Bam, can I ask you something?” You start already internally wincing with how hesitant you sounded. “Of course is everything ok?” He replies, taking both your hands into his own as he looks at you reassuringly. “It’s just that I don’t want to continue being scared of heights, especially with us climbing the tower higher” You paused looking at his eyes when you see him tensed up.
Something that’s really inconvenient in the tower is being scared of heights, something both you and Bam struggle with. Bam originally wasn’t scared of heights until Arlene’s hand happened. But when pumped with adrenaline and survival instincts take over, Bam’s fear disappears, with the aftermath hitting him full frontal once he’s back on the ground. You on the other hand struggled since day one, not even able to climb a ladder without paling with tears in your eyes. This inconvenienced you a lot in the tower but managed to stay within ground level all this time, but you wanted to get through this as soon as you could.
“Maybe…” You rambled on not wanting to miss the chance now that it's out in the open. “Can we get through it together? Starting small of course anything too major wouldn’t be good for either of us and-” You were abruptly stopped with a kiss on your lips. You stared at the Golden eyes peering at you lovingly, hands cupped your face, you smiled back at the soft smile your partner has. “Let’s get through it together Y/N” Bam smiles, kissing you lovingly.
You both started small, deciding to work on climbing the ladder, starting with a small stool to a regular one making sure you associate the feeling of normal to larger heights. Any time it became too much you would both stop treating yourselves to some snacks or just hug it out before trying again. Once you both were comfortable with climbing the ladder you guys went to the nearest shopping district. Climbing up the stairs of the small shopping mall nearby, walking around looking down, climbing up and down till you got the hang of it. You both made the most of it, making it somewhat of a date talking and leaning on the rails, holding each other as people exclaimed how they wished they were like you two not knowing that you both were internally panicking due to the high latitude.
After a few trips throughout the day at different shops with stairs, you saw an advertisement of a carnival passing through the floor. Looking with pleading eyes to your boyfriend, he stares wide-eyed at the poster and back at you resigning with a sigh. You both went to the carnival and as luck may have had it, there was a lot that had to do with heights. But first, you guys settled with the fun carefree atmosphere of the carnival, eating cotton candy, playing at the booths (don’t worry Bam got you a lot of stuffed animals), and enjoying all on-ground games.
Finally you guys went to the Drop Tower and it was a complete mess. Neither of you wanted to let the other know you were terrified. Despite being obviously pale, sweating, and not saying anything you both got in the ride determined to not let the other down.
“Ready Bam?” You said not looking at your brown haired boyfriend.
“I’m ready… Are you-” Bam halted at his words as the ride took you both up.
Both of you had death grips on the bars holding you in place. As you both reached the top, you both let out a breath neither of you realized you were holding as you both admired the scenery. You ended up even pointing at Bam a few places that stood out to you, the night sky illuminated the lights of the building. The cold air hit you both, but like stars on the ground, you guys relished at the sight that you both never realized existed. Laughing as you turned to your boyfriend…That is…until you both screamed so high pitched when the ride plummeted you both halfway before dropping you both to the ground.
Shakingly you both left the ride before turning to each other, erupting to a stomach-wrenching laugh.
“That was actually fun!” Bam exclaimed, giving you one of his sunshine smiles. You gave him a peck on the cheek before turning to the next ride. The Ferris Wheel.
This time you and Bam looked at each other before nodding confidently as you both made your way to the ride. It was like the fear dissipated into the air, neither of you jolted when the ride began, and when it stopped at the top, you both admired the view with no more fear left in either of your eyes.
“Y/N, Thank you” Bam said, still looking out the window of the ride. The soft glow of the ride’s light illuminated his face, making him more ethereal than normal.
“For what Bam?” You asked, your heart skipping a beat as he looked at you with a loving smile.
“For being the one to take the first step to get over our fears. I thought it would just go away in time, but now, I think I don’t ever have to be scared of heights ever again”
Blushing you turned away, the Ferris Wheel was about to move soon you thought. “You were the one who made it possible Bam… I wouldn’t be able to get through it alone.”
Softly, you felt hands cupping your jaw, turning you to your loving boyfriend before being pulled into a kiss.
Now climbing the Tower has become much easier for the both of you.
//Hello Again! I’m doing quite well thank you for asking! I hope you like it!
- (author’s note: I’ll put the banner up later, I don’t have the right photo right now aaA, also I’m so sorry if I butchered your request this is horrible lmAO and it took so darn long, I’ll improve my writing skill and re-write this if possible)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It’s a regular weekday, you are alone in the office trying to finish up your shift for the night. It was a quiet night, the only thing beside your presence was just your desk light.
“Finally…” you lean back in your chair and stretch your stiff shoulders.
You’ve been sitting in the same positions for hours and your body feels like a heavy rock. While rubbing your eyes, you get up and start to clear the stationary on your table.
You look towards your manager’s room, upon realising that the lights are still on, your eyes light up and your mouth instantly forms a cheeky grin.
You take a deep breath and turn the door knob, flinging the door open to greet your boss.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand they enter the room, surprising Jahad!” you narrate while entering
Jahad was sitting at the desk, in front of his computer, with his head in his hands. He jerks his head upwards and plasters a small smirk on his face.
“Hey Miss Y/n.”
“Are you done with work yet?”
“Also everyone’s gone just call me Y/n.”
“Okay, Y/n. Is it a worker’s business to know what their boss is up to?” he asks while raising his eyebrows.
“Shift is over so the worker status doesn’t apply now.”
“According to who now?”
“Well, me.”
“So? Are you done or not.”
“You sure are impatient.”
“I’m craving for some food, and I know a great barbeque plaza nearby.”
“It’s 12am.”
“Who cares? It’s food!”
“And why are you asking me?”
“I thought maybe, just maybe, my boss might be up for some late night supper.”
Jahad stands up while shuffling the paper in his hands, avoiding any eye contact with you. You slowly moved towards the door, turning your head back to ask one more time.
“Soooo, you coming?”
“Of course.”
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“Freedom!”
Jahad gives you a dismissive head shake as you yell and skip down the path in front of the office. This isn’t the first time you went for supper or eat together with Jahad, although it was usually on rare occasions where he invites you to eat with him. It was usually just for companies meet and greets.
The aroma of the meat makes your stomach growl as the two of you approach the barbeque plaza, it growls louder after you finish ordering the mouth watering food on the menu.
“Y/n, That was you wasn’t it.”
“How hungry are you?”
“Me? No, I’m fine.”
Right on que, your uncooperative stomach growls yet again, gaining you a glare from Jahad.
“I might’ve skipped dinner…”
Jahad’s glare seem to pierce through your skin as he asks
“Again?”
“Last time, I promise!”
“That’s what you-”
You are saved by the waitress as she places the tray of food on the table.
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While eating, you try to fill the awkwardness in the air. The relationship between you and Jahad are way past workers and managers. Despite you being not subtle at all, Jahad seems blindy oblivious to all this.
“Jahad… you don’t have a girlfriend right?”
His reaction makes you giggle as he scrambles to get water while choking on the food in his mouth.
“No, is it a mandatory thing among workers and bosses to know about each other’s love life?”
“I’m just interested in what kind of girl you’d be into.”
You twirl the ends of the strands of your hair while lowering your head.
“I don’t have the answer to that.”
Silence was filled with the sound of clanking plates and silverware for a few minutes.
“How about you, how's your love life like?”
Jahad glances at you while rubbing the palm of his hands together.
“It might sound silly but I have a crush on someone right now.”
“You do?”
Jahad sits up with his back straightened, directly looking at you with his golden irises enlarge.
“I- I mean yeah, why do you sound so surprised?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Who’s the guy?”
“Am I supposed to answer your questions about my love life or?”
“Oh, oh- yeah, ok right.”
Jahad clears his throat and adjusts his tie while you scramble in order to find another topic to talk about.
“Oh yeah, congratulations on getting Khun’s Company to seal the deal for our newest project! I wasn't sure if it was going to work out but I'm glad I trusted you Jahad! ”
“Trust me?”
“I've always trusted you since being an intern here.”
Jahad adverts his gaze, clenching his fist while flashing his signature small smirk.
“The khuns… they're pretty cunning so it’s good to get them on our side.”
“This reminds me, do you- I mean like, between Khun Aguero and you, do you have some sort of thing going on?”
“Is that a serious question?”
“You two seem really close during the party.”
“Let’s see… he walked up to me and praised me for being able to handle such a cold hearted boss and that’s all.”
“Do you think I’m cold hearted?”
“NO! Of course not, I mean you built a pretty thick wall around you so others might think that way.”
You give a bitter laugh as Jahad stands up and excuses himself to the bathroom.
You lightly slap the sides of your face after your hands run through your hair.
Why is he so oblivious? Maybe you aren’t obvious enough… No way you told him that you trusted him and you don’t think he’s cold! Why did you bring up relationships? Just how desperate are you?
A shadow falls over you as a familiar voice rang.
“Let’s go.”
You intentionally close the gap little by little as you and Jahad walk down a long path to get to his car.
“This is it, I’ll tell him right now.”
“Jahad”
“Y/n”
The both of you stop walking at the same time and look directly at each other, letting out a small laugh. Jahad places his hands in his front pockets while letting out a harsh breath.
“I’ll go first, Jahad.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, clenching your fists
“I like you, like, like like you. I know the whole no dating in the office thing but I can’t help it… you were such an amazing friend and that's so unfair! People say your cold, but you make me laugh! Since you’re as dense as a brick, I end up talking to you about so many things and well, you just listen and-”
Jahad’s gentle arms wrap around you, you feel his body pressing onto yours, the indescribable warmth around your chest. One hand softly stroking your head while the other strongly gripping on your waist.
“I’m sorry…” his sentence came out as a whisper
Your cheeks were tainted with light pink, sinking into the warmth of his body. Feeling each other’s heartbeat as he tightly holds you in his arms. The world around you freezes as you squeed him back, not wanting the moment to end.
“Y/n… I like you too, I just never really noticed that feeling before I saw you laughing with Khun at the party.”
“That smile made me realise I wanted it all for myself, I want to be the person to make you laugh like that.”
“Only your smile can warm the depths of my chilly heart.”
Jahad jokes while laughing as he pulls away from the hug.
“Am I dreaming...? I don’t really know what to say.”
“It’s all right, your lovely smile says it all.”
He reaches for your face and his thumbs stroke your cheeks.
“What happened to you, how are you so cheesy all of a sudden?”
He laughs lightly while you stare into his eyes, specks of gold seems to shimmer brighter now that his feelings are confessed.
