katie in elfhame

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Writing Masterlist!

One Shots

Accept Me As Your Valentine’s (Rowaelin)

Forever Stuck With You (Rowaelin) w/ @maastrash

In Our Reverie (Feysand) w/ @maastrash

Reason (Jurdan)

MultiChapters

How the King of Elfhame Lost His Stories (Jurdan)

Part 1

Whatever This Is (Jurdan)

Prologue Chapter 1

*Highlighted in blue are collaborations :3

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omg the whole beginning. shit makes sense this is literally like kamisama hanimemeashira omf so FUCKING CUTE

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just finished kingdom of the cursed and i think i might have a new fave otp imma cry

ifl imma have so much content to analyze now fuck bruh

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Whatever This Is | Chapter 1

READ PROLOGUE HERE!!

Whatever This Is

Synopsis: In which Jude and Cardan meet again after seven years, but not on good terms.

thanks to @maastrash for helping me edit LOL!!!! :D

CHAPTER ONE

The last time I saw Cardan Greenbriar was seven years ago.

Today, seven years later, we were a mere few feet apart. I’m unsure whether to feel relieved or insulted at his lack of acknowledgement. Relieved that maybe he has forgotten my face and I could continue along with my life, undeterred and unaffected as ever. But insulted, because, maybe he has forgotten me.

“Are you ready to order?” The cashier startles me. I didn’t realize that the line had suddenly quickened in pace. He must be new, since I haven’t seen him around the Torre’s until today.

Thankfully, I respond with my usual order without thinking. The cashier nods and I fumble my purse in search of my wallet. I’m able to quickly spot my cyan-colored wallet and unbutton its strap with haste, fishing for my credit card from the compartment with my nail. The card is stubborn, in a tight space stuck to two other cards.

“Sorry,” I look up and flash the cashier a tight smile, embarrassment coloring my features.

The cashier responds in turn, his green eyes alight in amusement. “It’s alright. That happens to me all the time.”

I immediately return to the war against my card, which finally relents. I slam it into the card reader, chip in first. While the payment approves, I smile and say, “Thanks for your patience,“ peering down at his name tag to add, “Beckett.” He is handsome and new, and on another day I would try to get to know him, but I am in a hurry, so I walk from the bounds of the register and head straight towards the door outside.

The door swings open in response to my adrenaline and haste. I curse inwardly at the crowd outside of Torre’s that seems to have gotten even bigger. As I mutter “Excuse me’s” and sidestep around the large number of people, I inspect the streets for an absurdly tall head of iridescent midnight hair. I am quickly astonished to see that exact head right in the middle of the large crowd, showering the thrall of excited women with a crooked smile.

Cardan stands in the middle. While he keeps his hands at his sides, his posture is loose and his torso leans in to angle himself for a selfie with another woman. The woman presses her back into Cardan’s again. He doesn’t seem bothered by this at all.

I zero in on the changes in his features. He has gotten taller, his face more angular. His style has been perfected, dressed in a dark suit and decorated in gold rings and darks and blacks while the midnight black hair atop his head seems unruly and untamed, as if on purpose. All these years and he seems to have perfected perfection, looking more horrifically beautiful than ever. I have forgotten this obtrusive charm I had once been fooled by, and even after all these years I am disgusted at myself for still being reigned in, captivated.

But all of a sudden, for a few seconds, he turns his head away from his surroundings and regards me with his eyes, looking as if he were noting my presence with the same disgust, and then quickly looking away. The exchange was so quick, I had barely registered it.

Yet, as I stand at the outskirts of this group, I am reminded of the past, and how I have gotten over this already. I have replayed scenario after scenario of reunions in my head after the first few months of my departure, but I had never really anticipated some overly-large crowd separating Cardan Greenbriar and I by just a few feet.

A few feet that might as well be an ocean. Or two.

I can’t help but marvel at how we were once more than acquainted with each other. That look had reminded me that everything is over, that he wants nothing to do with me. Seven years could be more, if I refocused myself. I could do that, I reminded myself. Seven years could turn into forever.

A twinge of sorrow worms its way into my gut. I squash it.

I turn around. My coffee must be done by now and I want to head to work before I’m late. I suppose the sidewalk will take some weaving around and being late was not on my agenda.

My steps are forward. I make my way back to the door of Torre’s, pulling open the door to step in.

But a familiar voice, ringed with the same distinct tone of arrogance and authority that I haven’t heard in years, ceases any of my movements.

“You need to back up.”

My grip at the handle falters, and another person shuffles out on the other side. They thank me for holding the door for them.

Instead of responding, I turn back around and face the direction of where the voice had called. The atmosphere feels almost different. Where the women had once been gathered around him, they now stand at a distance, clearing for the space he had requested.

I watch one of them snap a quick selfie while he is in her background. She leaves the group right afterwards. My eyes move back to where Cardan is, but he is walking towards my direction, uncaring of the people around him.

I pull the door handle hurriedly and slip inside into the safety of Torre’s. The chatter and ambiance of the coffeehouse usually offer safe haven from San Francisco’s morning bustles, but not today.

I could feel his looming presence right behind me, about to catch up to my stride. I’m not about to do this right now. I don’t think I can.

The choice is ripped away from me, however, when a gentle grip takes hold of my wrist.

“Jude?” The voice is soft, a complete one-eighty from that of authority outside.

I still immediately. I first turn to check the surroundings, discovering that none of the women from outside have followed him in. Then, I glance at the hand which still grips my wrist. I try to shake it off. Cardan’s hold is firm, but he reluctantly lets go. He removes himself slowly as if he is unsure whether or not he should.

Taking a step away, he stands and shifts awkwardly. He is too tall now, absurdly towering over me. Where he used to be only about an inch taller, he is now a few inches above my height. He is no longer able to slouch against me without adjusting himself as easily anymore.

The distance between us is off-putting. Though traits like his height and broadness separate us physically from our past selves, it is the other changes in our approaches and personalities that further highlight the obnoxious tension between us.

Why he suddenly acknowledges my presence is a mystery to me. Why he is here astonishes me. I am unsure if fate is cruel enough to have forced us to meet in this kind of circumstance, or if this was a making of pure coincidence.

Cardan stares at me with some deep intensity. I want to be rid of his scathing stare, grab my coffee, and disappear from this whole ordeal. Pretend that this stain of an encounter had not been inked upon seven years of spotless script.

“Cardan,” I say stiffly. Once acquainted, but now strangers. I am hesitant to say more, despite all the questions that rage within my mind and my wickedly cursed heart. Everything about this is full of uncertainty and unpredictability. A type of situation that I am not entirely familiarized with, since plans and strategy have always ruled my life. It is frustratingly tiresome.

Cardan eyes the row of occupied couches, and later the arrangement of empty rustic tables and chairs. He gestures out to the seats, “Why don’t we find a seat? I imagine that we have much to catch up on.”

I secretly consider his offer, but my brain votes to think of ways to escape his reach. Before I can make a decision though, I am led away to an open table. I am reluctant to make this encounter any longer than it should be, but I decide that I should at least gain some reasoning for his recent presence.

“I’m glad you’re so eager to see me again. After all, it’s been so long.” Cardan resumes his usual nonchalant character. “What an extraordinary coincidence running into you here.”

For a moment, I remark on his wording. I am glad that this turned out to be an occasion of pure coincidence.

Concern or indifference? I decided on the latter tone to respond with. “Yes, it certainly has been a while. But considering how we left things, I’m surprised that you even want to be near me.”

He raises an eyebrow and the corners of his mouth lift slightly. “Considering how we’ve left things, I’m surprised you’ve let me into your vicinity.” It doesn’t look like it, but the small twinges in expression reveal that he is thinking of what to say next. I am about to retort back, but what he asks next catches me off guard as he continues, softly, “Why did you leave for so long?”

My cheeks heat. At this, I am suddenly hyper aware of how close he is, of his overwhelming heat despite the violent cold that rages outside, and how he almost whispers his question, with a compelling mix of rasp and seduction. He towers over me, as if using his height to shield me from the world like he has done so many times those years ago, but in this instance, it feels as though he is also looking for something. Cardan is cautious though, leaving room for retreat.

If I am not careful myself, I imagine that I would fall into his chest, and take advantage of the closeness that I had secretly yearned for nearly a decade. Seven years be damned, my focused mentality would dissolve into dust.

I announce my resolve by taking a step back. The distance between him and I is lengthened. Although my heart curses at me, my mind is indiscriminate. I hadn’t expected this conversation to go about this way. Though, I also didn’t know what to expect. Everything was unpredictable at this point and many things have changed. I didn’t know what response he wanted, because he should’ve known why I left.

“... Because of you.” I say gruffly. I leave little context, wanting him to fill in the blanks.

For a second, a mixture of hurt and surprise leaks into his expression before it is masked again. In that second I can’t help but relish in a small sense of satisfaction that I had got to him. Hurt for hurt. An eye for an eye. Whatever game he is trying to play at this time will not rouse a fraction of feeling from me. Not again.

“I see.” Again, Cardan contemplates. He does not show anything, but his eyes start to roam around us, like he is taking in the coffeehouse setting again as if he wasn’t just here only a few moments ago.

“Excuse me?” The green-eyed cashier from before stands in front of us.

He looks between Cardan and I. Cardan, in turn, twists to the direction of the abrupt voice, and slowly assesses his form. I watch his eyes trail up and down the cashier’s physique, his face contorting in judgement before glaring at him, clearly annoyed by his abrupt intrusion.

Beckett turns to me instead, smiling brightly. His dimples deepen and his white teeth flash to me. He holds out a branded cup of Torre’s. “Hey, Jude right? We called out your name earlier, but I don’t think you heard us. I thought I’d bring your coffee to you before it got cold.”

“Thanks so much, I almost forgot.” I take the cup from him and gently set it down at our table.

“Of course.” Beckett still hovers over us, his attention only towards me. “Andrea told me you were a regular here. I should have known.”

“Yes, I come here often. But it’s okay, I noticed that you’re new here too. And it’s Beckett right?” I ask.

Beckett replies, “Yeah, it’s actually my second day.”

Beckett hovers over us. I notice that he is handsome, with close-cropped blonde hair that is slightly grown out. His green eyes twinkle as he observes me in return. He is well-muscled and tan from what I could see of his arms, which are mostly covered by his gray, long-sleeved uniform.

I take a quick glance at Cardan. His fingers tap the tabletop in a particular rhythm as he watches the exchange between Beckett and I.

“Well, I better get back to work now. If you need anything else, check your cup.” Beckett smiles again and walks away.

I look back at the coffee cup and peer at Cardan who eyes its side, a murderous expression set upon his facial features. His eyes are cold and his jaw is clenched.

As I take the cup in my hands, I inspect the sticker attached to the side of the cup. A phone number written in scrawly blue ink is scribbled onto the light orange sticker.

“​​I didn’t realize hand-serving customers was a part of the job description.” Cardan remarks icily.

“Well,” I clear my throat. “At least he’s done something you didn't have the balls to do seven years ago.”

A/N: i haven't been here in a while... hello! let me know if you want to be put on the tag list lOL

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I think the most powerful thing about Cardan being turned into a serpent is just the recurring thing about him hating being controlled.

And I’m the end, it’s Jude’s love and letting go of her ambition to give him the freedom he has wanted for so long that saved him. The only other time she let go of her potential to control him is so she could marry him and that fucked her over.

She has proven that she is not a forgiving person (except when she’s around Taryn for some reason), but she takes another chance on him because she loves him.

A fucking icon

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Whatever This Is

Synopsis: In which Jude and Cardan meet again after seven years, but not on good terms.

PROLOGUE

I continued to walk. People briskly walked to and from their destinations, while others climbed out of their Ubers in a hurry. I love the fast-paced ambiance of San Francisco’s financial district, where the frequency of cars honking and the volume of someone’s calls tells the time of day.

Mornings are always like this. If they aren’t, I’d wonder if I was in the right city. My daily walk to my favorite coffee house, Torre’s, allowed me to tour the current happenings of the day. It was a small, hole-in-the-wall coffee shop I had accidentally discovered amidst hysteria on the third morning of my newly-employed self. The coexistence between the flashing neon sign and the exterior’s dark browns and blacks caught my eye, since the coffee house diverged from the district’s urban brick walls and glass doors.

I shoved my hands further into pockets of my coat, shielding them from the unforgiving cold of the Bay Area’s winter mornings. I sometimes reminisced of the weather back in my hometown of sunny-side Los Angeles. Though, I had to admit that it was not much different compared to that of the Bay Area’s. Overcast and rainy in the winters, while bright and dry in the summer. There was not much to contrast about. Maybe I had just missed that town where I had grown up, those seven years ago.

A few steps away from Torre’s, I stopped to observe the unusual crowd brimming outside. Torre’s was the locals’ best kept secret, yet somehow today it was the most popular coffee shop on Market Street.

Ignoring the crowd, I strolled into Torre’s. As I entered, it was like the bustle of the city had been muted. The interior was rustic, yet cozy; dim lights casted shadows wherever I walked as I made out the different styles of artwork. Despite this, there was still an unusual number of people waiting in line. I walked to the end and slipped out my phone from my purse. Pulling up the website yielded no results of any discounts or special events happening today.

I looked up again and surveyed the customers ahead of me, my phone still in grip. As I peek at the counter, something-- someone-- catches my sight. I feel my stomach dip and I instantly feel sick. Horror and shock and everything bitter quickly creep into my veins as I feel my strength begin to leave me for a second, only to reclaim myself in seconds in an effort to keep my composure.

Because he just walked straight past me, like I really was composed of thin air.

Iridescent midnight hair and ebony eyes to match, sharp cheekbones and pale, pale skin strolled past me, holding a Torre’s branded cup of coffee.

He is quick to disappear from the entrance and out into the streets of San Francisco, and by the time I recover from the shock of seeing him, I have to walk up a few feet because it is my turn to order. But how could I recover from seeing Cardan Greenbriar since the last time I saw him was seven years ago?

A/N: lol i haven't been here in a while... hello! sorry... i'm not putting in my tag list because i'm not sure if peeps still want to be on it since it's been so long LOLL

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How Can I Forget? {One}

a/n: this is my VERY late nessian month project. I haven’t written in a long time, because my creativity has been lacking… that said, i really enjoy writing this fic and i hope u guys like it as much as me :) every like, reblog, and comment makes my heart happy <3 ty for your kindness. 

ps - pls ignore my grammatical mistakes… i’m tired of editing ;)

Nesta cursed under her breath as the bright red low fuel sign started blinking on her dash. She should have been able to drive from Los Angeles to San Francisco in one tank, but what she wasn’t anticipating was the stop n go traffic jam, a detour suggestion, and map mishap that had her driving backwards for over an hour. It was a hassle, but her only option was to refuel. She quickly pulled off at the next exit where a janky looking Chevron was calling her name. 

Nesta sighed, turning the ignition off and grabbed her wallet. She had wanted to pick up the research for her frim from the San Francisco DA’s office before it was dark and head back in one night. Unluckily for her, it seemed that the sun would be setting soon and based on the map on her phone, she had at least three hours left to go. The control freak inside of her was slightly panicking at the fact that everything was most definitely not going to plan. 

Nesta punched in her phone number and swiped her card a tad more aggressively than she needed to. In her defense, it had been a long drive with problem after problem. To Nesta’s frustration DECLINED in all caps blared on the tiny scratched up screen. It appeared the gas machine did not appreciate her attitude. She attempted it a second time, this time being careful to correctly swipe the card, but the machine still declined her payment. Today was truly not her day. 

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Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed. umm elorcan, obvi, because i am nothing if not predictable 🤪

isa... babe... i swear i actually did start writing this around Valentine's day... but... i am CLEARLY a mess.... please accept my VERY late elorcan present 😳

Valentine's Day Confessions

a/n: surprise i am alive ;)

Elide cursed as she grabbed the steaming hot popcorn bag from the microwave. The decadent buttery scent filled her cozy apartment as she poured it into her favorite mixing bowl. She was about to pour in the m&m’s when she remembered who exactly was joining her tonight - Lorcan. And her friend was not a fan of chocolate. If you asked her, the man simply had no taste.

It was Valentine’s Day and the pair had decided to have a singles awareness celebration. Since their entire friend group was filled with couples they were each other’s only source of company on this dreaded day. Truthfully, Elide despised Valentine’s day. Seeing countless couple posts on Instagram and stupid lovey-dovey shit everywhere only made her more bitter. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long time - too long. If she was being honest, she had always thought Lorcan would make a move on her one day. Though at this point, it had been years of banter and flirting with absolutely nothing else, so she had pretty much lost all hope. She would just have to accept that she would forever be in the friend zone, but of course, that was easier said than done.

She settled into the couch with her favorite stuffed animal when the doorbell rang. Lorcan, she assumed.

“It’s open,” she called.

“Elide, I could have been a killer,” Lorcan chastised as he took off his leather jacket and shoes at the front.”

“What killer rings the doorbell?” she shot back.

“Ok fair point,” he said, quickly settling down next to her.

“What do you wanna watch?” she asked, turning to Netflix.

Lorcan shrugged, “Your house your rules El.”

“Lorcan,” she grumbled. “You know I’m too indecisive for this.”

He had the audacity to laugh at her misery, “I know, but it’s funny watching you struggle.”

“I already know no romance movies. I’ve already seen enough lovey Snapchat stories to last a lifetime.”

“Agreed. Did you see all the shit Rowan and Aelin have been posting?” Lorcan asked with a laugh.

Elide laughed too. “Can’t be worse than Lysandra and Aedion.”

Maybe they were just cynical because they were both single, but at the moment Elide didn’t care. It was fun to joke around with Lorcan.

“Let’s watch an action movie then,” Lorcan suggested.

“John wick?” Elide asked, already clicking play.

Lorcan smiled, “Sounds like a plan.”

The movie had barely begun before Lorcan was shifting his massive frame to lay down, placing his head on Elide’s lap.

"Lorcan," she groaned. “You’re heavy as fuck.”

He mockingly gasped, “I’ll have you know I’m on a diet Elide Lochan.”

“It’s your absurd height, stupid,” she whacked him, but he was laughing the whole time.

“You’re warm,” Lorcan whined, sounding much like the five-year-olds that Elide taught every day.

“I have blankets right over there,” she said, gesturing to the basket overflowing with various throws.

Lorcan only stretched his legs out and adjusted himself on her lap. “If you don’t get up I’m gonna sit over there,” she said motioning to the new armchair she recently bought.

“When did you get that?” he asked, finally speaking.

“A few days ago because you literally take up the whole couch when we hang out.” She actually got it for decoration, but bantering with Lorcan was entertaining.

“You’re dramatic Lochan.”

“I’m dramatic?” Elide asked, as she stood. “I’ll show you dramatic.”

She walked to the armchair and plopped down crossing her arms and legs.

She was about to add another dramatic remark, but before she could she felt the chair give way. Suddenly, she was on the floor.

“Ouch,” she mumbled, once she registered the pain she felt on her ass.

“Elide, are you okay?” Lorcan asked, making his way over.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she muttered. “But I am never buying Ikea furniture again.”

In all honesty, it was probably her faulty building skills, but she was not going to admit that at the moment.

She tried to stand but pain shot up her ankle. She had landed on it weirdly, due to her dramatic crossed leg position.

“Wait for me Lochan,” Lorcan said as he carefully picked her up bridal style from the ruins of what once was her armchair.

“I could’ve walked,” she said softly against his chest.

That made Lorcan chuckle. “You were barely standing, El. You would have hobbled at best,” he said gently, placing her on the couch. "Let me get some ice. Your ankle already looks pretty swollen."

“I think it's just aggravated. Old wound,” she tried to say it with a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Lorcan’s eyes softened in understanding. “Ice won’t hurt though.”

Elide nodded and Lorcan took to the kitchen freezer in search of ice. He returned moments later with a bag of frozen peas wrapped haphazardly in a paper towel. He helped situate her ankle on a pillow so it was elevated and gingerly placed the bag on top.

“Shit that’s cold,” Elide couldn’t help but hiss.

Lorcan laughed softly and Elide smiled. Lorcan’s laugh was one of her favorite sounds. It was rare to see him smile and laugh openly when they were with their other friends, but when it was just them she saw it more often. She liked to think that it was because he was comfortable enough with her to show the real Lorcan.

“That’s the point, Lochan.”

“Get us some drinks, Salveterre,” she chuckled. “There is no better medicine than alcohol.”

“Whatever you say, boss,”

“I have a bottle of wine on the top shelf,” Elide called when she heard Lorcan rustling around.

“Got it,” Lorcan said, returning with a cup of wine. A cup.

“I was too lazy to find the glass,” he said in response to the look she gave him.

Elide stuck her tongue out at him before accepting the cup. “Let’s drink every time Keanu Reeves shoots someone,” she suggested.

“Elide, I think you would throw up if we did that.”

Elide rolled her eyes, “I’m not as much of a lightweight as I was in college, Lorcan.”

He raised a brow at her statement. “We’ll see about that."

As he expected, it had barely been 20 minutes, and Elide was already a giggling mess.

It only took 10 more for her head to fall on Lorcan’s shoulder.

And after another 10 minutes, Elide was onto the honesty.

She had hung out with Lorcan one on one many times, but nothing as intimate as a movie night on Valentine’s day where they were practically cuddling.

“Ok Salveterre truth or dare,” Elide slurred, turning to look at him.

“Elide the movie isn’t over yet,” he said pointing to the screen.

Elide gave him a look and paused the movie, “I’m too drunk to pay attention, plus we’ve watched this movie like five times,”

“Fine,” He laughed, giving in, “I say dare.”

“I dare you,” she said, poking him in the chest, “To kiss me.”

Lorcan almost spit out his wine. “Elide, you are way too drunk to be saying things like that.”

“I’m serious,” she said, setting her wine cup down for emphasis.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you, but you clearly only want to be friends.”

“Elide -”

“I know I’m not your type,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor. “It’s fine, we can forget about this and blame it on the alcohol. It doesn’t have to be weird between us.”

She felt his hands on her chin, tilting it so they made eye contact.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you too. Elide Lochan, you are smart, kind, and pretty much out of my league in every single way. ”

She felt her cheeks flush at his admission. “Please just kiss me already, Salvettere.”

Without another word, his lips were on hers. Soft and sweet, a perfect first kiss, but she wanted more. She kissed him harder and opened her mouth. He took the hint, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He pulled her closer, her heart was beating wildly against his.

Elide shifted so she was straddling his lap. She grinded against him and let herself get lost in the way he felt. The way he made her feel.

Lorcan shifted slightly as if he was going to lay her down. It would have been perfect, but Elide’s ankle turned too quick and she grimaced, breaking the kiss for a moment, but that’s all it took for Lorcan to pull back.

“Shit. Sorry, Lochan. I forgot about your ankle.”

“No I’m fine,” she panted breathlessly, trying to pull him back in.

“Maybe we should stop for tonight,” he said, brushing the hair from her eyes.

Elide grumbled, “stupid cock blocking ankle.”

Lorcan laughed again. “I can get you set up in your bed before I head out.”

Elide couldn’t help the pout, “Stay please?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his chest.

He smiled softly. “Anything for you, El.”

They readjusted on the couch so they were facing each other, this time cautious of Elide’s ankle. Lorcan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and Elide tucked herself closer to his side. It wasn’t long before both of them became drowsy thanks to the alcohol and their heartfelt confessions.

And as Elide began drifting off to sleep in Lorcan’s arms, she knew this is how she wanted to spend every night for the rest of her life.

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@persephcned @stolenbookcase @captainwaffles @crzyprsn42 @simpingforpjo @usefulenbygay @bookdragonfanish @heyimboredtalktome love you guys

[echo-at-the-pond]

Thank you soooo much @sunshinediangelo

@simpingforpjo @that-geeky-dude @bookdragonfanish @hey-lets-be-fandom-friends @heyimboredtalktome @seven-halfbloods @multi-fandoms-posts @captainwaffles @randomfandomnerd @raven-of-the-night @persephcned @aiyaar

Sorry if I forgot someone, my brain isn't working properly

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@doremifasolangelo @simpingforpjo @gay-freaken-penguin @usefulenbygay @bookdragonfanish @alwaysreading @sunshinediangelo

To those who I forgot, I will tag you in the reply’s bc I cannot remember anything rn

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💕@hey-lets-be-fandom-friends @shatter-me-blog @warnerxferrars @warnersbae @queenclacker @youknow-who @bookquotes-20 @velvetxo11

[youknow-who]

@alwaysreading really?!🥺🥺😘😘 thank you so much❤

@sparkling-jem @hedwigsbixch @random-existing-hooman @bookwxrm-20 @coralglow @a-perpetual-smile @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere @not-daijoubu @lilybeache

[bookwxrm-20-deactivated20221213]

Thank you so much 😊🤗 right back at you girl 🥰

@b00kworm @crazywarriorprincess @crazyfangirl27 @isaaclovestoystory @disneh @raenaven @ilovestamon @themidnightwitch44 @perseusannabeth @thewayshedreamed @ultrarestlesslittlespirit @maastrash @tswaney17 @the-dark-swan and anyone I forgot

[tswaney17]

Right back at you, @bookwxrm-20 🥰💙

Tagging: @verifiefangirl @thefangirlofhp @autophobiaxx @thewayshedreamed @shyvioletcat @nalgenewhore @westofmoon @maastrash @keshavomit @alifletcher2012 and so many others but I’m so bad at these tagging games. 💕

[maastrash]

HAHA I LY FRIENDS 💓@bookwxrm-20 and @tswaney17

i’m late oop sorry but here’s a few @verryberriess @inkedstarlight @illyrianwitchling @perseusannabeth @thewayshedreamed @empress-ofbloodshed @nalgenewhore @julemmaes @ncssian

[verryberriess]

only @maastrash bc i am maastrash stan acc

[verryberriess]

Accept Me As Your Valentine’s | Rowaelin Oneshot

This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written!! Thanks to my bestie @maastrash for the encouragement and helping me out :D I hope you guys like it!

Rating: T, mild swearing

Summary: February 14 was the one official day at Greenbriar where an individual could offer chocolates, flowers, or small gifts to someone they admire or want to express pure feelings towards. And Aelin had spent all night making chocolates for a certain someone…

Note: There is potential for the side stories to be written out … let me know what you think!

February 14. Valentine’s Day. A tradition celebrated around the world where gifts and flowers are exchanged between lovers in order to express a physical act of love. Gifts didn’t have to necessarily be exchanged between lovers, however. Many, in fact, are exchanged between close friends and offered to those whom someone admires.

At Greenbriar High School, Valentine’s Day had become a popular school event over the years. February 14 was the one official day at Greenbriar where an individual could offer chocolates, flowers, or small gifts to someone they admire or want to express pure feelings towards. It was the ultimate event of courage for girls and guys of all classes to attempt a confession towards the person they admired from afar. The hope of having one’s feelings returned often came at the expense of high-end chocolate carefully wrapped in gold foil imported from Switzerland and Belgium or opulent custom-designed pastries from French patisseries.

Rowan Whitethorn, Aedion Ashyrver, and Fenrys Moonbeam were some particular individuals whom many girls had intended to present their chocolates to on this special day, for the reason that these men were the most eligible bachelors of Greenbriar High.

School legend claimed that a couple years ago, alumni Lorcan Salvaterre, infamous for his ruthless and dark manner, had actually started dating someone after she had presented chocolates to him on this particular day. As a result, most people reasoned that if the notorious Lorcan could be swayed by some certain chocolates on Valentine’s Day, there was certainly some charm in the event that had provoked such a miracle.

Keep reading

[verryberriess]

heheheh happy valentines

[blairwitchdiaries-deactivated20]

👀👀 not gonna name names but SOME of u are sweet and kind and deserve the world and i am rooting for u

[stars-aligning-deactivated20210]

oh my God, it’s all my mutuals!! @londonspidey @lostintranslaation @spideyspeaches @calltothewild @goldenavenger02 @the-panwitch @chaoticdemigirl @i-only-speak-in-vines @jemilyology @jelly-pies @morciaa @chaoticpete (forgive me if I didn’t tag you, im very forgetful)

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@bi-peanut @anxiousbimess @kiara-36 @a-chaotic-ananas @animeluvforlife @bisexual-in-space @infinitevoidofnoodles @demigirlandvibing @red-lipstick-bisexual @dark-angel-queen @stars-aligning @sweetdreamerfreakpeanut (i made a tag list finally, if you don’t want to be in it just dm me and i’ll remove you from it. and vice versa (if you wanna be in it, dm me))

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@chaoticdemigirl @kiara-36 @red-lipstick-bisexual @between-2-and-20-characters @the-writing-avocado @demigirlandvibing @keya-123 @dark-angel-queen

And more!

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@reyna-03 @reyna-herondale @gherondale @pink-party-dino @herondalesunsetcurve @lovelaces @lola-lightwood @phoenix-carstairs @mendesxhoe @book-hoardingdragon @bookfetish @sarcasticmii @sarcasticallywitty15 @swifty-the-rake @sirrriusblack @pearly-pisces @never-trust-a-duck-herondale @nervouswitch101 @christopherslemontarts @jxmiehxrondale @thehugwizard @apple-bottom-jeansx @alexandergideonslightwood @agathethepower25 @rinadragomir @neo-lightchild-defenestrter @darkshadowqueensrule @ducks-embrace-me-as-your-queen @dustandshadowsworld @justaburnedoutskank @kit-12 @clockworkprincess19

Idk this is off the top of my head, sorry if I forgot to tag you

[dustandshadowsworld-deactivated]

Thank you so much for this Ash. Right back at you ❤❤

@reyna-03 @reyna-herondale @pink-party-dino @jxmiehxrondale @the-biggest-fangirl @clockworkprincess19 @kit-12 @darkshadowqueensrule @niaforjordelia @skywing-mage @jesse-blackthorn-is-the-best-boy @judeduarteismypresident @irene-blacxthorn @lucilia-heronstairs @lucie-herondale-blackthorn @lunar-martini @dustandshadowsdtj @rinadragomir @gherondale @herondalesunsetcurve @brotherhalal-ariahs @lovelaces @temperedlikecortana @rosiesworldsblog @starrlight08 @herondaleinc @asphodelmeadowss @

[darklingswhxore]

Thank you so much loves @22herondale @dustandshadowsworld 🤧🤧 right back at you both💕💕❣❣❣

@itsdaughterofthemoon @styxdrawings @emablckthrn @lucian-evander @textrovert-01 @ersatzemotions @akosnoavek @blackthorn-trash @rinadragomir @stxr-thxif @superalteza666 @livvyheronstairs @runecarstairs @littlx-songbxrd @youngreckless @megs-readstoomuch @hotdogsandpopcorn @ncstas @silvenys @cardansbishh @pink-party-dino @thomadriantee @13zero0601 @min-unicorn @lucieeblackthorn @sleepy-sendhelp @yesimsufferinginside @mathfairchild @magnus-the-maqnificent @dustandshadowsdtj @herondalesunsetcurve @alexandergideonslightwood @purple-eye-octopi and all the others who i forgot to tag cuz i have a weak memory 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

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@kit-12 istg spreading so much love and positivity should be illegal IT MAKES ME CRY 😭😫

all my mutuals. like literally all of you assholes (affectionate😌). AND the (three) clowns who follow me!!!

i’ve literally never talked to a bunch of you guys but i love (l o v e) you :’)

@stardust-and-swords @bisaster-energy @stephanie-0 @thepondstogether @galaxycastiel @illyrianwitchling @queen-of-libraries @queenestarcheron @kit-12 (yeah i tagged you back what about it 🤧🤧) @nervouswitch101 @myfalsedevotion @fandomqueenregnant @letstakethedawn @lovelaces @a-clan-of-two @dindindjarin @sherlockisactuallyagaysname @visenyatargaryen @sayosdreams @jawnlocked @arinbelle @letraspal @megs-readstoomuch @youngreckless @lectophile @fair-but-wilde-child @nestaenthusiast @thewayshedreamed @fangsrunin @kasuallykrool and everyone i didn’t tag because my memory is shitty ✨✨

[pcrisakamali-archive]

i was tagged on my main but im continuing the chain here too because there’s no such thing as too little affection🤧🤧

and yeah i’ve never talked to like any? of you guys but thats because im too awkward and yall are too cool 😭

@illyrianwitchling @nesta-stan @silvernesta @starborn-faerie-queen @nina-zcnik @ladynestaarcheron @letstakethedawn @the-bookish-deer @perseusannabeth @addies-invisible-life @arinbelle @sayosdreams @itsbellaheathcute @thewayshedreamed @arielle-reads @nestalytical @stardust-and-swords

[sayosdreams]

Thanks for the tag @ncstas & @nesta-archcrons 🥰

Come say hi whenever!!

Tagging (some of the usual suspects, some ppl I never talk to, a mix hehe):

@perseusannabeth @maastrash @letstakethedawn @bookstantrash @ncssian @julemmaes @arinbelle @grandma-noob-lord @oop-theregoesgravity @thewayshedreamed @highqueenofelfhame @pitterpatterpot @starborn-faerie-queen I’m forgetting so many ppl sryyyy

[maastrash]

you’re da sweetest @sayosdreams 🥰💓

i love my mutuals and everyone who supports my fics 🥺🥺 here’s just a few @verryberriess @wingsofanillyrian @thewayshedreamed @tswaney17 @keshavomit @bookstantrash @nalgenewhore @illyrianwitchling @empress-ofbloodshed @julemmaes @ncssian @inkedstarlight @perseusannabeth

[verryberriess]

i agree @maastrash

[maastrash]

What’s Wrong with a Good Story? *Five*

lets pretend this isn’t like 3 months overdue LOL and shoutout to @verryberriess as per usual (her profile pic is our hamster aint he cute?!) 

masterlist 

Nesta glanced at her watch as she headed towards the attending’s lounge for a much-needed break. It read 6:08, meaning she’d been at the hospital for officially over 24 hours. She gingerly moved her stiff neck side to side, trying to relieve the built-up tension. For some reason, there had been emergent cardio cases all day and barely any breaks. 

“Dr. Archeron, do you have time for a quick consult?” Nesta heard Elide call from behind. 

Nesta sighed, “I’m not on call anymore, Lochan.” By the cauldron, it truly never ended. 

“Oh okay,” was all Elide said, the disappointment clear on her face.

“It’s fine, just walk with me,” Nesta gave in, taking the scans. If Elide was bringing her scans it was most likely something important. 

Elide had just begun explaining the case when Nesta spotted a man with a blue tie standing in the lobby from her peripheral vision. Shit. 

Afficher davantage

[bookstantrash]

This was such a nice surprise! The Italian Acosf Madness caught up to me and I’ve been a wreck since morning. This fic was a treat *sobs*

Sorry I can’t do my usual TedTalk, my brain is not working properly today.

Buuut lemme tell you how I’m dying for Aelin working as Cupid for Nessian, and how the slow burn is, well, burning. Both Cassian and Nesta wanting to know more about each other, Cassian trying to convince her not to go on that date with Bennett — really Elain? Could not find a weirder guy? — and the look in the lift? That left me sobbing, I want them to start acting as boyfriend and girlfriend soon 🥺😭

[maastrash]

GURL I FEEL I CANNOT HANDLE THE ACOSF SPOILERS RN 😤😤 thanks for reading 💓 and hopefully these two idiots get it together LOL

[verryberriess]

woah bro who knew bennett make cameo eoah eoah woah