This Is Too Cute. I Might Make A Fic For This, Before Somebody Else Does.

This is too cute. I might make a fic for this, before somebody else does….

Concept: rowaelins child drawing all over her face and arms to look like her dad

Let’s be for real Rowan >>>>>>>> Chaol

Rowan: I’m 40% awesome, 60% water, and 100% beauty.

Chaol: that’s 200%. Rowan: that’s because I’m twice the man you’ll ever be.

I love this!! It’s so freaking adorable, I need more from other characters 🥰🥰

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I LOVE THIS!! I don’t normally read friendship fics but this was perfection <3

Do Not Touch That Oven

hey @writtenonreceipts, happy birthday!!! you are such a talented writer and a wonderful person, and I hope you have the best day <3 here's some Aelin-Elide friendship fluff and shenanigans :))

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“Ells!” Aelin squealed, opening her front door for her best friend. 

“Calm down, Ace,” Elide laughed, giving her taller best friend a hug, “you literally saw me yesterday.”

“Oh, this isn’t me talking, it’s the caffeine.” 

“Hellas,” Elide snorted, heading for the kitchen with her bag of ingredients, “someone needs to hide the coffee from you.” 

“Someone isn’t here this weekend,” Aelin smirked. “He’s on the boys’ trip.” 

Right. The “boys’ trip.” Gods only knew why Rowan, Lorcan, Fenrys, Connall, Vaughan, Aedion, and Dorian had decided to go camping that weekend, but Aelin and Elide were dead fucking certain that they’d all come back hungover and probably bearing a few bruises, if they made it back alive at all. 

In the meantime, though, Elide was staying at Aelin’s overnight for their monthly girls’ night, and she’d brought the stuff to make cookies because Aelin had taken one look into her pantry and quickly decided to put her much wiser friend in charge of the shopping. The last time she’d been entrusted to go to the store, Aelin had hardly been able to find the few things on her list, returning with milk, eggs, and flour–which she’d been asked to buy–as well as twenty dollars’ worth of junk food. She just couldn’t help herself. 

Aelin followed Elide into the kitchen, perching herself on one of the high stools at the island. “So what are we making?” 

“Double chocolate cookies,” Elide replied, unloading a bunch of cooking ingredients onto the counter. Aelin had eyes for exactly one of those things. 

“Chocolate!” she crowed, tearing into the bag of dark chocolate chunks. 

Elida snatched it before she could grab more than a few pieces. “Uh uh, Ace, hands off!” 

“Bitch,” Aelin grumbled halfheartedly, fake-pouting. 

“If you eat them all now, there won’t be any for the cookies. And you like cookies with extra chocolate.” 

“Damn straight I do!” Aelin cheered up. “Shit, Ells, you know me too well.” 

“Fourteen years of friendship and that’s all you have to say?” Elide placed her hand over her chest. “I’m wounded.” 

Aelin snorted. “Yeah, yeah, no you’re not.” 

“No I’m not.” She pointed a wooden spoon at the taller girl. “Now get a bowl, this is your kitchen and you have to help somehow, even if you’re a disaster behind the stove.” 

“Rude!” But she grabbed a mixing bowl from a cabinet and slid it over to Elide. Then she grabbed her phone, setting her speaker up on a shelf so it wouldn’t get knocked over, and put on their joint playlist. 

The two of them made a bit of a flour and cocoa mess on the counter, what with singing into their spoons like they were pop stars and having a small bit of a flour fight, but the dough got made–with a minimum of Aelin swiping tastes–and scooped onto a baking sheet. 

Aelin checked the recipe card for the oven temperature. “Ells!” 

“What?” 

“We’re supposed to bake these at 375, right?” 

“Yes bitch, can you read?” Elide rolled her eyes, snickering. 

“Bitch!” Aelin threw an oven mitt at her. “Well we have a ton of cookies to bake and it’s going to take forever,” she complained. 

“So what are you suggesting…” Elide looked a little suspicious. 

“If we bake them at a higher temperature, they’ll be ready a lot faster, right?” She grinned, so damn proud of herself. 

Elide grabbed the baking sheet right out of her hands. “Do not touch the oven!” she commanded. “We don’t want the house burned down.” 

Aelin gasped in mock affront. “I’m not going to burn the house down!” she protested. 

“Mhmm,” Elide deadpanned, sliding the cookies into the oven and setting the timer. “You keep telling yourself that, Ace.” 

Aelin grumbled something crude under her breath and went over to the sink to help clean up the dirty dishes. She couldn’t let Elide do everything, even though she knew that if she left the dishes unattended, the petite girl just couldn’t help herself. 

The oven timer beeped ten minutes later and Aelin crowed with joy, hurrying over to take out the pan. Elide beat her there, swatting her hands away. 

“No touching!” she said in her very best mom voice. 

Aelin stuck out her tongue. “I’ll touch whatever I want to touch.” 

“Not with me, you won’t.” Elide winked lewdly, waggling her brows. 

Aelin, who’d just taken a gulp from her water bottle, spewed her water all over the kitchen floor. “ELLS!” she screeched, her face flaring red. 

Elide howled with laughter as she took the cookies out of the oven and put the next pans in. “You telling me I’m wrong?”

“Hell no,” Aelin returned, wiggling her own brows. “You better believe I touch whatever I want to touch when Rowan stays over.” 

“Okay, okay, enough!” Elide groaned, covering her ears. “Fuck, I did not need to know that!” 

“That’s what you get for oversharing about you and Lorcan,” Aelin teased. 

“Oh, trust me Ace, I’m not the one who overshares.”

“Right,” Aelin nodded sagely, “that would be Dorian.” 

Elide cackled as she transferred the cookies to wire cooling racks. “Damn straight.” 

“Which he is not,” Aelin declared, giggling helplessly. 

Elide laughed harder, almost dropping the cookies. “Makes for some interesting stories, it does, the kind of men he flirts with.” 

Aelin agreed. She finished up the dishes and strolled over to the cookies, swiping a warm one off the rack before Elide could smack her hands away. “Fuck,” she groaned through her mouthful, “these are so yummy, Ells!” 

“Save a few of them for the guys,” Elide reminded her as she stacked five more onto a small plate. “They’ll want their sweets too.” 

“Their sweets are right here,” Aelin smirked, gesturing to herself and Elide. “And you better believe they’ll get these sweets when they come home.” She winked broadly. 

And both of them collapsed into helpless laughter, wheezing at their own hilarity and their wicked wicked plans for surprising their boyfriends when they came back from their trip. 

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