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[throneofsapphics]

I’ve been waiting for you to open your requests 😩I had to write my ideas down as to not forget them lol

But could you write a Rowaelin x Reader where Rowan accidentally calls Reader Aelin? and Reader gets upset and kind of jealous 😁

falling behind 

Rowaelin x Reader 

Summary: Rowan keeps calling you Aelin

Warnings: jealousy

A/N: thank you for the request!!

Rowan heard the door swing open, his magic singing to the breeze flowing in, the combined scents of his two favorite people. 

“Aelin, could you take a look at -” 

“Try again,” he heard your voice, not raised but sharp and short, a tone he wasn’t used to hearing directed at himself. No, that was usually saved for courtiers that pissed you off royally. 

The door slammed shut, a muscle in his jaw ticked. He hated slammed doors and you knew that. 

Aelin’s scent had been so strong, you must’ve just come from spending time with her. He’d figure out what was wrong later - no, later didn’t feel right. Later wasn’t good enough. 

He frowned at the papers in front of him. Military movements and plans, not needed til the end of the week. Rowan shoved them to the back of his desk, placing a heavy glass paperweight on top. He hated paperwork anyway,a nd you’d always come before it if he could help it. Right now was one of those times. 

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You found Fenrys first. He read the fury lining your features and dismissed the guard he was speaking to, and ushered you back towards one of your favorite secluded gardens, far away from prying eyes and ears. 

“Are you sure you weren’t -” he hesitated at the end, with good reason. 

“If you say overreacting I will throw something.” 

He fixed you with a look. You sighed. 

“It was the third time. This week. He always assumes it’s Aelin, that’s the problem.” 

“You sound jealous.” 

“I am,” the words slipped out before you could think better of them. It’s true, it always felt like there was something they had together and you wouldn’t be able to share with them. 

“Have you communicated this?” Fenrys prompted. 

“No,” you sounded a tad too petulant. 

“I don’t know much about triads but that does seem important,” he said dryly. You wanted to smack him, mainly because he’s right. “Speaking of communicating,” Fenrys continued, “you can stop hiding Rowan.” 

Fenrys disappeared before you could make good on your thoughts of violence. 

Rowan, per usual, didn’t look even the smallest bit ashamed at being so damn nosy. 

“That was a private conversation,” you said - accused. He shrugged. Asshole. 

Turning your back, you took a few steadying breaths. He waited. “I’m assuming you heard everything.” 

“Yes.” Footsteps. Rough hands gripping your shoulders, turning you gently. Green eyes meeting your own. “I’m sorry.” 

Your lips parted, before slamming shut. You were surprised at the rare apology from him, although you thought it was well deserved. 

“Just stop calling me Aelin.” 

“I think it’s deeper than that, love.” His hand slid around your back to pull you closer, warmth enveloping you. A kiss to the top of your hea. 

He wasn’t entirely forgiven, not yet, but you could lean into his warmth for now. 

“We need ot talk,” you murmured, “the three of us.” 

“I hope you don’t think you’re leaving,” his voice was teasing but his body tensed. 

Your immediate “no” relaxed him. 

“Communication is important,” you parroted Fenrys and Rowan had the good grace not to comment on it.

[mariaofdoranelle]

Cemetery Buddies

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics, prompt “Petrichor”

So, I wrote this today at the cemetery instead of the chapters I actually have to finish, because it felt too weird to write smut by my grandfather’s grave. I was there the entire afternoon and I kinda conjured this fic on the spot, but I really hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of death of loved ones, quick mention of death by covid

Words: 888

Aelin’s picnic blanket did a good job of protecting her clothes from the dewy grass, but not from its gentle prickling on the exposed part of her legs. It felt peaceful, though. She got used to the silence, the soft ruffling of leaves and chirping of birds filling her days in the past two years.

Just her and her parents hanging out together, like old times.

The cemetery staff were even kind enough to lend her a beach umbrella in case the rain came back.

A delighted sigh. Don’t you love the smell of petrichor, Mom? Aelin echoed inside her head, because she still thought it was weird to talk to a grave.

She slid her crochet hat over her face and closed her eyes, feeling the nature surrounding her instead of watching this landscape of flowers and white stones she knew so well. Feeling the wind battle against the edges of her blanket and lose it when her weight overpowered its strength. The sunlight peeking from parted post-rain clouds burned in a delicious way the long stretches of skin her overall shorts left exposed.

She lived in Orynth, after all. Aelin and her parents always made a point to make the most out of summer, for however long this freezing city and its climatic crisis allowed them to.

“You okay there?”

Aelin lifted her hat from her face enough to take a peek into the outside world, but she didn’t need it to know it was her cemetery buddy.

Fully sat on the blanket now, she eyed the Heineken six-pack on Rowan’s hand with a smirk.

“Better now that you brought the good shit.”

He gave her a close-lipped smile and unfolded the two chairs provided at the entrance by the staff, since Mr. Fancy Pants preferred it over lying on the grass like Aelin.

To an outside observer, the difference between them is striking. Rowan in his dark suit and tie, brooding with that permanent scowl on his face; right by his side, Aelin’s in denim overall shorts, red top and crochet hat, being her usual fun, dazzling self.

Both hanging out together, sharing beer by their loved ones’ graves. What made them good friends wasn’t their differences, but how similarly they were miserable.

“So.” She cleared her throat and eyed the six-pack. “I guess things didn’t go the way you wanted at work?”

“Lorcan—“

She tilted her head, brows furrowed in confusion.

“The boss’ kiss-ass,” he explained.

“Oh, that guy.” Aelin said with a grimace. She did not like this Lorcan person, even if he had a friendship of sorts with Rowan. “Tell me what he did this time.”

Today, she was loosened up enough by the weather and the beer, and it happened that Rowan was also a little chatty as well. Sometimes they silently sit side by side. Sometimes Aelin doesn’t sit, she kneels on the grass and hums ancient Terrasenian laments, which her buddy raptly listens to. Sometimes Rowan starts venting about his lack of ability to keep his deceased wife’s garden, leaves for the bathroom and comes back with red-rimmed eyes.

It’s getting progressively less dramatic, though. During the majority of the last few months, they’ve been just talking and sharing snacks.

His wife and Aelin’s dad died of COVID at approximately the same time, four years ago—hence why their graves are so close together. Her mom ended up sharing a grave with her husband a while after, but Aelin and Rowan didn’t cross paths at the cemetery until a year and a half ago, when their respective visiting habits finally overlapped.

And at some point during visits to their loved ones’ graves concurrently, they slowly forged a friendship—emphasis on the slow part, and no thanks to Rowan’s closed-off personality.

However, their conversation was cut short when an employee signaled that they were nearing closing time.

“So…” Aelin let out a performative sigh to chase away the awkwardness of goodbye. “Same time next week?”

Instead of answering, Rowan pointed his phone at her face, squinted at the screen for several seconds, then retreated the device.

Aelin tilted her head. Care to explain? she silently asked.

Rowan had a soft smile while he studied whatever was on his screen, for a longer time than expected, then jutted his chin towards her face. “I’m sending my mom a picture.”

During one of the rare occasions Rowan’s mom visited Lyria’s grave with her son, they found Aelin alone under a merciless sun. The older woman was scandalized. She made Aelin stay under her umbrella, forced Rowan to walk the long stretch back to the reception and get another one with the staff, and in the meantime very surreptitiously asked Aelin what her favorite color was.

With a soft chuckle, she took off her crocheted red hat with white daisy patches, handmade especially for her. “Did you tell her how much I love it?”

“Only after the first few times you told me to. The woman’s already too smug.”

“As she should be!”

Aelin still hadn’t got used to it, the sound of Rowan’s laugh. Maybe he was different outside of the cemetery—she wouldn’t know—but now he had a lightness of sorts that showed itself more and more frequently as the days passed, and she could only be happy to witness this change in him.

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sjmU modern university fic

Part One

summary: Cassian throws a party, and he and his brothers meet three beautiful sisters

pairings: rhys/feyre, azriel/elain, azriel/lydia, cassian/nesta (these are all insinuated or hinted at but nothing explicit happens… thats for later hehe)

warnings: this fic contains sjm multiverse characters so there may be spoilers regarding characters. this is a modern au so i wont stay close to cannon most likely. but i just wanted to put that in here. also, drinking and smoking mentioned

notes: i want this to be a multi part series. i hope to include many smjU characters so stay tuned!

words: 1.5k

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Part One

The bass from the speakers was sending shock waves through the apartment as profanities rapped from the lips of some popular artist muffled itself into the background of shouts and murmurs from party goers. 

Cassian loved every second of it.

He had lost count of what beer he was on by number ten. He had started drinking after his calculus test, knowing he was throwing this rager tonight and wouldn’t allow himself to sulk. He threw the best parties on the Crescent City University campus. He put those stupid frats to shame. 

“Oi! Cass!” A familiar voice called out amongst the crowd.

“Broootthhheerrrrs!!” Cassian bellowed as Rhyand and Azriel came into view. Rhys was wearing his usual black denim jacket and Azriel in that obscure underground band hoodie he liked so much. Cassian couldn't remember if he himself was wearing a shirt or not. He didn’t care to look down to check. 

The boys greeted one another with a grip of their hands and a firm slap on the back and settled into idle chatter about the upcoming football game. 

“We are going to crush Avallen Uni tomorrow,” Cassian said with a swig of his beer. 

“Not with that ass of a tight end you lot have this year,” a feminine voice says, causing Cassian to look beside Azriel to find Lydia, who’s holding her hand out to Rhys for what Cass assumed is for a beer. He hadn’t noticed her earlier. Had she been here the whole time? 

“Oi,” Cassian said, pointing his bottle at her. “Watch your mouth about Aideon. He’s a great fucking tight end.” 

“Oh? When’s the last time he intercepted a ball?” Lydia challenged, her thick blonde brow arching.

Cassian went to reply, but he stopped as he caught a glimpse of the group of girls walking through the door. “Who is that?” He said, voice dropping an octave against his will. 

“Who?” Rhys turned his head to follow Cassian’s gaze. “Oh.” 

“Fucking dibs,” Cassian said, giving Rhys a hard shove as he made his way across the room.

Rhysand cursed and hurried after him. Azriel just rolled his eyes and found a spot on the couch and some murthroot to smoke, Lydia joining him. 

Azriel grabbed the small lighter on the table, lighting the joint and sucked in a deep hit. He did this many times before he held it in his mouth for a moment and turned to Lydia, placing a confident hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his. She was immediately receptive, knowing Azriel too well. She opened her mouth for him and inhaled the smoke from his lips. When they parted, she leaned her head back on the couch with a lazy smile. 

Azriel closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of the murthroot spreading through him, and when he opened them he was surprised to see large brown eyes staring at him. His brows knitted at the girl, her pink mouth was slightly parted and cheeks tinted with flush. Understanding waved its way across Azriel’s fogged brain: she must have watched him and Lydia. 

A slight smirk played on his lips as he asked, “Want to try?”

Before the girl could form a thought, someone else responded with a sharp, “No, she doesn’t.” 

A taller, more angular girl stood next to Doe Eyes. This one seemed harsher, colder. 

“What are you,” Azriel started. “Her keeper?”

“No. She’s not.” Doe Eyes finally speaks. 

“Then answer my question, dear.” 

The girl, who was very beautiful, Azriel notices now that he has a moment to really look at her. She has long light brown hair that falls into large curls at her ribcage. She is wearing a pale purple dress with puffed sleeves and ruffles. Azriel thinks she looks entirely out of place amongst the ripped jeans and cropped tops. 

“No thank you,” she says with a curt nod, as if to signify her final answer. 

Azriel responds with a slow dip of his chin and a raising of the joint in acceptance. He then turns to Lydia, whose eyes are still closed, and nudges her with his knee. She sits up and takes the outstretched murthroot from Azriel and sucks in a drag of her own. Azriel motions to her with a crook of his fingers, wordlessly instructing her. Lydia understood immediately, leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his just as they did before. Instead this time, when Azriel went to exhale, he turned to look at Doe Eyes, the smoke unfurling from his lips without breaking eye contact. The girl’s lashes widened and she turned on her heel. 

“Fucking gross,” the slender one said before following her friend. 

Then Cassian was suddenly there with an exasperated look on his face. Azriel hadn’t noticed him standing there. “Come on, bro! Don’t go scaring away the hot commodities!” 

Azriel just flicked him off and took another hit. 

Cassian returned the gesture, scrunching his face into a childish sneer before following after his interest for the night. He found her—Nesta was her name, he had learned upon their arrival—by her sister, Elain, whom Azriel had just scared off. The third sister wasn’t with them. He assumed Rhys was schmoozing her somewhere. 

“Hey,” he said to the pair. “Sorry about Az, he can be a bit…” Cassian trailed off, not sure where he was going. He didn’t want to dog on his brother, but he didn’t want the girls to be put-off. 

“Crude?” Nesta supplied. 

“Nes,” Elain said, swatting her arm lightly. She adjusted her gaze to Cassian. “It’s fine. He didn’t offend me.”

Cassian furrowed his brows. “Oh? Well then what was the problem? You fled out of there like you were standing on hot coals.” 

“Can we please talk about something else!” Elain squeaked. 

Cassian was too drunk to think on the matter anymore, so he obliged her and asked the girls what their majors were. 

“Dance,” Nesta said, studying her nail bed as if her cuticles were much more interesting than anything Cassian had to offer. 

“Really?” He said.

“Why does that surprise you?” Nesta’s gaze snapped up, her tone icy. 

Cassian shrugged. “You seem too uptight. Dancing is so,” he began to move his hips and arms around in a languid, horribly uncoordinated movement. “Loose.” 

Elain let out a soft giggle. “She’s a ballet dancer.”

Cassian’s brows shot up, “Oh! Now that checks out.” He nodded his head a view times and took another swig of the amber liquid.

“What—“ Nesta went to argue but Elain jumped in. 

“I’m an Elementary Education major.” 

Cassian smiled. “That checks too.” 

Elain let out a laugh, Nesta just continued to glare at him. 

“How can you say that? You don’t even know us.” Elain’s words were teasing yet cheerful. She was like a glowing light in the dark, smoky apartment. Her sister next to her however, was like a growing ivy snaking its way around Cassian.

“I’d like to,” he replies to Elain, but his eyes are on Nesta. 

“Like to what?” Nesta said, voice cool. 

Cassian gave her a lazy grin. “Know you.” 

She rolled her silver eyes. “You aren’t the type of company I like to keep.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I don’t like partiers.” 

“Yet you came to a party.” 

“I didn’t come for me.” 

Cassian felt slightly sobered at the words. He didn’t mean for there to be an edge in his voice when he asked, “Who did you come for, then? A boyfriend?”  

Nesta didn’t deny a boyfriend when she said, “I came for Elain.”

“And I came for Feyre.” Elain jumped in. 

This caused Cassian to pause. “Where is Feyre anyways?” 

“Probably off slagging your fuck-boy friend.” Nesta said casually. 

“Nesta,” Elain hissed. 

“Don’t talk about Rhysand like that,” Cassian said, feeling his temper rise. 

“Or what? You’ll kick us out? Please be my guest. I want to leave anyway.” Nesta seemed to look down her nose at him even as Cassian towered over her.

“Yeah,” Cassian said, half surprising himself. “Get out.” 

Nesta blinked at him. Once. Twice. Her face revealed nothing. She just grabbed Elain’s hand and walked towards the door.

“But Feyre—” He heard Elain say.

“She’s a big girl. She can find her way home,” was Nesta’s response. 

Cassian just watched them leave, ire rumbling deep in his chest. Who the fuck does that girl think she is? What a fucking bitch. 

“Hey,” a deep voice said from behind him. “What happened? Did I just hear you kick them out?” 

Cassian looked to find Azriel with Lydia standing by him, her face concerned. 

“Yeah. Well I kicked one of them out and she took the other one with her.” Azriel opened his mouth to surely ask more questions but Cassian didn’t want to think about it anymore. “Don’t ask.”

Azriel just pressed his lips in a firm line. Lydia tugged on Azriel’s arm, urging him back towards the couch. “Come on,” she said softly. 

Cassian only ever heard her speak like that to Azriel. That sweet, tenderness was reserved solely for him. She was snarky and arrogant to everyone else. But not Az. Their relationship was stupid complicated and Cassian didn’t really care to know the details, if he’s honest. All he wanted right now was to forget Nesta and her silver eyes. 

So, he drank until he blacked out on his own couch. His brothers would handle the rest. 

—

end of part one

[leiawritesstories]

throne of glass twitter/instagram/influencers fic? love your work!!💞

🥰🥰🥰 awwwww thank you!! i LOVE this concept omg let's see what the brain decides to crank out...

word count: ~1k

warnings: none?

enjoy!!

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Aelin threw her hands into the air in exasperation. "What do you mean, my numbers are dropping? I've been watching the charts myself, I'm not an idiot." She quieted for a moment, listening to the person on the other end of the call. "Yes, Lys, I know my content hasn't changed in a while. The hell do you want me to do about that?"

"Shake shit up, Ae," Lysandra returned. The sharp-tongued woman had been Aelin's manager for almost four years now, and while Aelin was indebted to Lys's expertise, she wasn't afraid to call her out on what she gracefully called her "buzzword bullshit."

"And just what brilliant thing are you going to suggest that I do to 'shake shit up,' my dear and very wise manager?" Aelin drawled.

Lys snorted a laugh. "I think it's time for a boyfriend reveal."

"Absolutely not. You know how Rowan feels about being on my social media. I'm not going to violate his trust like that."

"I'm not saying it has to be a full reveal," Lys clarified. "I just think you should consider posting some kind of reveal that you, the famously single power woman who only loves her book boyfriends, has a special someone in her life."

Aelin considered her manager's idea. "That's....well, that's not as terrible as some of your ideas have been." She chuckled at Lys's playful scoff. "I'll talk to Rowan, see what he thinks. Bye!" She waited for Lys to say goodbye and then ended the call and flung her phone across the room, landing it on her plush, pale grey sofa.

Rowan strolled out from the office, where he'd probably been watching her animated phone call through the glass doors. "What's wrong, love?"

"Fuckin' everything," she grumbled.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest in comfort. "What specifically has you all frustrated, Ae?"

"You're too perceptive," she huffed, but a half smile curled her lips. "I... Lys told me my engagement numbers are flattening, and I love my audience and don't want them to be bored with me." She blew out a sigh. "Lys thinks I should do some kind of relationship reveal, because that shit spikes numbers like crazy."

"Do you think it's a good idea?" Rowan sat down on the couch, tugging Aelin with him.

"As an idea? Yeah, it's a great idea, and it's worked for literally every other influencer who's every posted about their relationships." She twisted the ring around her left middle finger. "As an idea for me? I'm not so sure. I won't make you do anything you're not interested in doing, and I know how you feel about being on my pages."

"What if I agreed?"

Aelin's jaw dropped. She pulled away from Rowan's side and faced him, her stunned gaze scanning his face for any sign that this was some kind of prank. "What?!"

He chuckled. "Let me explain. Yes, I heard you and Lys on the phone, but you knew that." She laughed softly and nodded. "Here's the thing. I don't want my image to be splashed all over the internet. However, if you're willing to agree, I'm okay with little pieces of us being out there."

She raised a brow. "Can you explain what you mean by 'little pieces of us?'"

"Like this." He grabbed her phone, swiped to the camera, and took a photo of their shoes lined up by the front door. "Little things--bits of our home but definitely not all of it, things like a close-up of our hands or matching outfits or something. Basically, I don't want my whole self in photos that you post, but I'm okay with the world knowing that you're mine."

"So possessive," she teased. She settled back down onto the couch, took her phone from his hand, opened to her notes app, and started typing ideas. "I'm honestly a little uncertain that I'm not dreaming, but yes, I agree to your terms."

"So formal," he teased, poking her in the side.

She yelped and scooted away from his wicked fingers. "Ro!" He grinned and held up his hands in surrender, and she relaxed. "You're absolutely sure about this?"

"I am." He laced his tattooed fingers with her ringed ones, stroking his callused thumb over her knuckles. "Call me a caveman all you want, but I'm ready to tell the world you're mine."

"Caveman," she snickered. Swiftly, almost without thinking, she picked up her phone, swiped to the camera, and captured a few different photos of her and Rowan's intertwined fingers, the aesthetically pleasing contrast of his tan, tattooed skin against her pale, silver-ringed fingers and manicured nails. Humming with satisfaction, she showed him her favorite photo. "What do you think?"

He swept a brief, appraising glance over the picture on her phone. "I think it's perfect." Smoothly, he rolled them over so she was half-sprawled on the couch and his arms were caging her in in the best possible way. "Why don't you go ahead and post it, and then we'll see how long I can keep you from checking your notifications?"

"Are you calling me addicted?" Aelin faked a dramatic gasp. "Why, how could you?"

Rowan chuckled. "Hardly, love. I'm just remarking that you're always glued to your phone right after you post, and I can think of a few ways to keep you...relaxed."

She smirked in that slow way that always set his blood afire. "What if I don't want to relax?"

"Then I'll wear you out."

Heat raced between her legs. "Rowan?"

"Hmm?" His hand--which had been inching steadily up her thigh--stilled. "Talk to me, love."

She exhaled deeply. "I...I need you to tell me yes one more time before I post this."

Quietly, firmly, Rowan reached over, locked his steady emerald eyes on her, and tapped the post button with his own finger.

Swiftly, Aelin put her phone on "do not disturb," turned off the screen, and tossed it onto the side table. "Ro?"

"Yes?"

Taking his hand, she settled it squarely between her legs. "I'm stressed about that post, love. I want to relax."

"That's my good girl," he murmured into her neck.

Then he stood, lifted her effortlessly into his arms, strode down the hallway to their bedroom, and kicked the door shut with a resounding slam.

~~~

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Trick, or treat?!

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Thank you so much for the ask, and so I give you a treat!! :))) Here's a quick drabble I just wrote for this, so pardon if its not fantastic, but there will be another one-shot coming verrrrrry soon.

SYNOPSIS: After a long day, all Aelin needs to get done is her skincare. Thankfully Rowan is there to lend a helping hand. WORDCOUNT: 1k WARNINGS: None - just fluff

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After a long day at work, Aelin was looking forward tp the simple pleasure of washing the day off her face. Her routine, whether it be evening or morning, was her therapy. The gentle act of washing and preparing for bed was incredibly self-soothing, and she never failed to complete it each night.

Her steps up the stairs were heavy, like the weight of the week, but a few more moments, and then she’d be able to sleep the day away.

Entering her and Rowan’s shared bedroom, she founding him lounging on the bed. He had only his pyjama pants on, and a pair of reading glasses. This was their safe haven, and Rowan looked equally as comfortable as her bed. He was reading when she walked in, so at the sound of the door he looked up at her. I should just join him now…

“Hey love, all done for the night?” He whispers into the quiet of their room. Careful to not break the gentle atmosphere. 

Aelin just makes a hmph sound, letting her shoulders droop and releasing the built up tension in her neck. On light feet, with Rowan still staring lovingly, she walks over to the closet and shucks off her sweater and unbuttons her pants. Stepping out of them, then her underwear, she slips into a two piece silk pijama set. In no mood for anything sexy. 

Exiting her closet, Rowan’s attention was back on his book, though a small smile graced his face. 

Aelin needed to get her skincare done before she fell asleep on her feet, and so with one last longing look at her bed, she went to the bathroom.

Flicking the light on, their shared bathroom lit up. It was a humble room, and considering this was Aelin and Rowan’s first house together, it had what she wanted. Which was, of course, a bathtub. That was one thing she wouldnt compromise on.

As Aelin began to brush her teeth, she missed the sound off Rowan getting off their shared bed and approaching behind her. His strong hands wrapped around her middle. Caging her and and securing himself to her behind. 

He moulded his warm body to her, and while it was lovely to feel his strong torso and large thighs cage her closer to the sink, it made completing her routine much harder. He started peppering gentle kisses to her neck and by her ear. 

“Rowan…” Aelin murmurs, too tired for anything more. His hands just continue their gentle caresses before Aelin is abruptly spun around and lifted by the backs of her thighs. Rowan, now facing her, lifts Aelin onto the counter, gently setting her bottom down on the edge. His hands move from her thighs to her hips, down to her knees to spread her legs open wide enough that he can fit between them.

“Rowan.” Aelin says, a little stronger this time.

He just shushes her and smiles, eyes crinkling up. He leans in, and Aelin moves to what she thinks is a kiss, before he just delicately rests his forehead on hers. Staring into eachothers eyes with so much love. He then presses a chaste kiss to her lips, and steps back, still with his hands on her legs. A little breathless by the quick change, Aelin straightens up. 

“I though you were going to fall asleep on your feet over here,” he says gently. “So I've come to rescue you.” He turns and graps the cloth off the rack behind them, and leans around Aelin to soak it with warm water. 

Aelin’s a little starstruck, and a lot in love. Its not rare for the two of them to take turns taking care of eachother. These simple gestures are what strengthen their bond. The intimacy of each little moment, from washing eachothers hair to choosing an outfit for eachother, the little things that prove their unbreakable bond. 

“Okay, thank you.” Aelin hums out. Just letting Rowan take care of her, and basking in the moment. 

He lets the cloth warm up in the water, and in the meantime grab the micellar water and pours a little onto a cotton pad. When he deems it to have enough product, he turns back over to Aelin, now slouched on the counter with her eyes closed, and wipes the makeup off her face. It comes off easily, as most of it was removed hours later when she got home, just little bits remain. 

He tosses the now dirty cotton pad, and reaches for the warm cloth. Wiping off her face gently, careful not to irritate her skin, and then grabbing her evening cleanser. While Rowan had studied Aelin’s routine, wanting to know every little intricacy about the woman he adored, he was more than grateful for Aelins little quirk; leaving the bottle in order of use. Maybe for ease, or maybe for him, either way he knew which one was first. 

Rowan squeezed a few drops onto his hands to emulsify before lightly rubbing it onto Aelin’s face. She let out a delighted sigh, eyes still closed. Rubbing the cleanse in till it no longer made bubbles, he grabbed the cloth again to wipe it all off. 

Grabbing another cotton roll and dsqueezing out a few drops of her toner, he gently rubs that over her skin. Next is a serum, that he uses the dropper to put three drops directly on her face. Smoothing that on, he reaches for the moisturizer. Unscrewing the lid, and scooping out a little onto the back of his finger, he dots it all over her face before rubbing in the product. Its a little thicker, so it takes a moment, but Aelin doesnt move. Still in a tired trance, she just enjoys the intimacy of the moment. 

Rowan finishes off with some aquaphor on her lips, knowing shell be grateful for it in the morning. 

When he’s done, and admiring he good work, he rinses his hands off. Aelin, most likely asleep now, doesn't make any noises when he lifts her bridal style off the counter and carries her to bed. Feeling warm and happy, Rowan tucks the love of his life into her side of the bed, and then crawls into his side and reaches over to her. Aelin is still awake enough to curl herself around him, but soon both are drifting off to sleep, together.

Thank you again for reading!! Interaction is always appreciated! Have a lovely day!

[isolaradiale]

Lost in Space #55

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BLAZBLUE

Ragna the Bloodedge (Ragna’s House (Sky-Strewn Isles))

Tsubaki Yayoi (Ragna’s House (Sky-Strewn Isles))

DRAGON AGE

Loghain Mac Tir (CONDO 422)

Sera (HOUSE 122)

FATE

Archer (Gilgamesh) (HOUSE 102)

Avenger (Edmond Dantes) (CHATEAU D’CENDRE – THE CITY OF GLASS)

Hakuno Kishinami (M) (CONDO 421)

Illyasviel von Einzbern (HOUSE 114)

Rider of Red (Achilles) (HOUSE 427)

Saber (Nero Claudius) (APARTMENT 313)

Shirou Emiya (EMIYA RESIDENCE – COTES)

FINAL FANTASY

Cidolfus Telamon (CONDO 423)

Estinien (HOUSE 115)

Warrior of Light (Dark Knight - Khalja Kharlu) (CONDO 404)

I WANT TO BE A BIG BADDIE

Wang Yi (Condo 408)

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Yuuta Okkotsu (House 112)

Gojo Satoru (Condo 401)

MAGI: THE LABYRINTH OF MAGIC

Koumei Ren (TOWNHOUSE 202)

ORIGINAL CHARACTER

Archer (TOWNHOUSE 209)

Astrophel (TOWNHOUSE 208)

Li Nezha (CONDO 410)

Mary Sue (CONDO 410)

Nicolette (APARTMENT 304)

PANDORA HEARTS

Oz Vessalius (Rainsworth Mansion (COTES))

Sharon Rainsworth (TOWNHOUSE 220)

PERSONA

Akira Kurusu (TOWNHOUSE 203)

POKEMON

Adaman (HOUSE 113)

Mimi (unlisted???)

PROJECT SEKAI

Akito Shinonome (APARTMENT 315)

SHOVEL KNIGHT

King Knight (APARTMENT 318)

TALES OF

Aster Laker (The Laker-Abend Observatory, Sky Strewn Isles)

Martel Yggdrasill (Kharlan Cottage, Mistwood)

THRONE OF GLASS

Aelin Galathynius (TOWNHOUSE 207)

TRIGUN

Rem Saverem (TOWNHOUSE 215)

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Ace Trappola (Heartslabyul Dormitory, Sky Strewn Isles)

THE WOLF AMONG US

Bigby Wolf (Bigby’s Cottage, Mistwood)

WAKFU

Yugo (TOWNHOUSE 212)

WITCH HAT ATELIER

Qifrey (HOUSE 117)

ZENO

Fuyu Ushirono (Maeno Estate, City of Glass)

[theladyofdeath]

Rowaelin phone sex?

NSFW, 18+. Enjoy. :)

"What are you wearing?"

Aelin laughed, loud and obnoxious, unable to help herself. It was so cliche, such a genuine man question. They hadn't seen each other in three weeks now, due to Rowan being away at university and Aelin back in Orynth for her internship. After three weeks of simple phone and FaceTime calls, they needed something to get them through the separation.

Rowan's idea of that apparently began with, What are you wearing?

"Don't laugh," he said, although she could sense his humor. She already knew what he was wearing, having just gotten home from the gym and showered. His chest was bare, the sweatpants that sported his school’s logo riding low on his hips. His hair was damp and a complete, adorable mess.

Rowan had never been good at these types of things. Sex? Sure, the man was a god in bed, and everywhere else they had found themselves entangled throughout the years. But words? No. He spoke much better with his hands, with his body.

Which was one of the reasons why this long distance shit was stressing him out. Aelin knew it, too, which was why she leaned back, positioning her phone on the top of her laptop as she sat back on her bed so that he could get the full view.

He blinked. “I’ve been looking for that shirt.”

Aelin looked down at the old T-shirt from Rowan’s high school lacrosse days that read, Doranelle Hawks on the front and Whitethorn #11 on the back.

“Maybe you should be keeping better track of your stuff,” Aelin said, simply, with absolutely no shame.

Rowan laughed quietly. “Yeah, well, good thing I don’t because it looks a lot better on you than it does on me.”

Aelin didn’t even think the shirt fit him anymore. He had always been tall, but he’d packed on a lot more muscle in the five years since graduating high school.

“Especially when nothing is on beneath it?” Aelin asked, brow raised.

Rowan leaned forward, green eyes narrowed. “I won’t believe it until proven.”

Aelin wanted so desperately to roll her eyes, but his tone made his words far sexier. She had just drawn up her leg when a loud knock came to Rowan’s bedroom door.

He groaned. “Go away!”

Aelin could hear Lorcan’s muffled voice through the phone. She couldn’t help but laugh at Rowan’s grumpy expression. They’d known Rowan’s roommate since they were kids and he always did have the worst timing.

“Okay, great,” Rowan went on. Then there was a pause. Then, “Fuck off.”

He shook his head as Lorcan’s laughter faded away.

“Do I want to know what that charming exchange was about?” Aelin crooned, loving how the second Rowan looked back at his phone, his eyes darted to that bare leg of hers.

“He wants me to go to the bar. I told him I was busy.” He sighed. “He said to make the drive to bed you properly instead of flashing my dick on FaceTime…except he was far more vulgar about it.”

Lorcan was always vulgar about everything. But, then again, so was Aelin, so who was she to judge? “Sounds right, coming from a man whose girlfriend is five minutes away instead of five hours.”

It was meant to be a joke but as the words came out of her mouth, she was frowning.

Rowan’s voice softened. “A few more months and I’ll have my degree,” he promised. “Then I’m coming home to you.”

To you.

The words had heat flooding her body. When he was done with school, he would be moving into her apartment and they would finally be starting their life together. She would go to sleep and wake up beside him every day. It was a dream she’d had for years and it would soon be a reality.

“I can’t wait,” she breathed, and Rowan plopped back against his pillows as he said, “Neither can I.”

Aelin shifted on her bed, the thin fabric of Rowan’s old shirt nearly growing unbearable. She wished he was here, wished his hands were on her, wished he was about to be buried deep inside of her, but he couldn’t be. He could give her something, though. They could give each other what they could. “Until then…”

“Until then?” He asked, voice dropping low as he made himself comfortable.

“Talk dirty to me,” she begged.

Rowan huffed a laugh, but his voice stayed low, kept that tone that made her toes curl when he said, “Last time I talked dirty, you wouldn’t stop laughing.”

“I wasn’t laughing,” she protested.

Yes, she was.

Rowan slowly shook his head, his silver hair stark against his black pillowcase.

“Full of lies,” he muttered. “So naughty.”

“You like that about me,” Aelin said, pushing herself up on her knees, fiddling with the hem of his shirt that brushed her thighs. “My naughtiness.”

“Gods, help me, I do,” he agreed, voice going quiet as he waited in anticipation. “When are you gonna prove what’s under that shirt of yours?”

“Oh, so now it’s my shirt?” Aelin asked, loving to press his buttons. “Last time I checked, you’ve been looking for it.”

She inched it up just a little bit and Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “You’re cruel.”

Aelin grinned. “Don’t you like that about me, too?”

“I like it better when you’re nice,” he said, a small grin twisting his lips. “Obedient.”

“Obedient?” Aelin repeated, the hem raising just one more inch up her thighs. “And who is it I should be obeying?”

“Me,” he said, and she could tell by the way he shifted his weight that his sweats were tugged down and his cock was out.

Aelin thought about his cock, thought about the way it felt, it tasted in her mouth, the way it felt when he filled her. Gods, she missed it. Missed him.

“In this relationship, I’m pretty sure you’re the obedient one,” Aelin said, her heart beating a little faster as she noted his shoulder flexing, his arm moving. “Pretty sure you’re my bitch, Whitethorn.”

He laughed, quietly, resting his phone on his abdomen. She had the perfect few of his inked chest, his strong jawline. His gaze remained on her. “True, but there’s no need for you to tell me what to do. I know exactly how you like it.”

"Is that so?" Aelin asked, slipping the hem of his shirt above her waist.

Rowan tracked it as he nodded.

"And how do I like it?" she asked, raising it up her abdomen, stopping just beneath her breasts.

Rowan's eyes lit up. "Rough," he answered, simply, and he certainly was not wrong. "You like it when I bite and nip, and bury myself so deep inside of you that there's nothing left of me to give."

A thrumming formed between Aelin's thighs. She longed to touch herself but she wouldn't, not yet.

Instead, she pulled that t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She raised her chin before lifting herself up on her knees so that every bare inch of her could be seen. On the other end of the phone, Rowan went quiet. His lips parted and his eyes shone, as if it was the very first time he'd ever seen her, which it surely was not.

She gave him his time, let him explore with his eyes as he muted every longing want and need to do exactly what Lorcan had demanded - to drive five hours and bed her properly.

Then she slid her hands up her sides and palmed her breast as her other hand found that throbbing spot between her thighs. She circled that sensitive nub with her forefinger, a long, soft breath letting itself loose as she did so. Gods, how she wished it was his hands instead of hers.

She told him as much. "I can't wait until you're here," she said. "Until I can feel your hands on me."

"Me either," he said, the first thing he had said in a few minutes. His voice was rough, and the sound sent chills down her spine. "I can't wait to feel you. Every inch of you. With my hands, my mouth."

Aelin moaned quietly as she slipped a finger inside of her, then another. "Let me see you," she pleaded. "I need to see you."

Rowan repositioned his phone so that Aelin could see it all. He fisted his cock, and it was rock hard. Aelin felt powerful, then, knowing that she could make him just as hard five hours away as she could in person.

She wanted him more than she had ever wanted him, wanted anyone, in her life. The thought would have brought her to her knees if she wasn't already there. It made her fingers pump faster, made the hand palming her breast get a little more creative. She took her peaked nipple between her fingers and rolled it, thinking about how it felt to have Rowan's lips sucking it between his teeth.

"Ro," she breathed, the images of him doing the most erotic acts to her flooding her mind.

He cursed and she watched as he pumped himself faster.

He was beautiful and it was strange because Aelin had never thought that men were beautiful before she had been with Rowan. He was perfect, though, and Aelin grew hungrier at the sight of him, as his chest heaved. She wished it was her hand, her mouth, around his cock.

Soon, it would be.

She could feel that sensation building up in her core, that excitement that set her entire body aflame. Judging from the soft groans, from the string of filth coming out of Rowan's mouth, she knew that he felt the same rush of emotion.

"Fuck," Aelin breathed, her voice an octave higher as she used her hands in tandem, the fingers on one plunging deep inside of her, the other circling her clit. Rowan growled, and the sound alone had her practically screaming his name.

She watched as his movements grew spasmodic, watched as his chest heaved, that lovely string of curses from his mouth reviving her very soul. Soon, he came, and Aelin watched as his seed trailed down his hand and out of sight. She was just behind him, the sight of him cumming erotic enough to make her fade into nothingness. By the time her hands stopped moving, her sheets were soaked and she couldn't catch her breath.

Aelin took her phone from her laptop as she fell back against her bed, eyes closing. For a moment, neither of them said a word but Aelin suddenly felt lighter. She rolled onto her side before looking back at the phone.

Rowan was watching her with a small smile on his mouth, his eyes soft.

After all she had just shown him, this is what made her cheeks redden. "What?"

"The post-sex haze," he said, quietly, that smile remaining. "You're so beautiful."

A feeling of emotion so strong settled in Aelin's core and she had to blink back tears. This man...he was the love of her life. Soon, they would finally be reunited, finally have the time together that they deserve. The life together that they deserve. "I miss you."

"I miss you," he said, and she had no doubt that he meant it. "So much."

They fell quiet, watching each other through the lenses of their phones. There was nothing more to say that hadn't already been said. Instead, Aelin snuggled deep under her blankets and started to drift off when Rowan started speaking again.

She fell asleep, blissfully, listening to Rowan talk about their future together. Two months and he would be there, living life by her side and leaving this long-distance relationship far in the past.

[highqueenofelfhame]

Can we get a part 2 of Coach??

ask and ye shall receive! it's not as good as part one, but like, i highly doubt i'll ever top that drabble tbh. i hope you enjoy!

It was a cool afternoon, fluffy white clouds backlit by a baby blue sky. Mid-September was one of Rowan’s favorite times of the year in Terrasen. Despite mild summers, nowhere near reaching the heat of Doranelle, some days were miserable to be outside. It was a problem considering how all of their kids were involved in various sports, and Arden got a little dramatic about his baseball games when the temperature reached the nineties. 

Today it was Evie’s turn to have the full support of her family. The tails of her french braids swished behind her as she ran down the field, a determined look on her face as she focused on the soccer ball with a predator’s precision. Pride swelled in Rowan’s chest, admiring the seven year old for having such determination with everything she did.

“Let’s go, Evie!” he shouted, causing a jolt on his chest. Rowan looked down at the six month old strapped to his front. As he adjusted the small hat on the top of Declan’s head, he couldn’t resist dropping several kisses to his chubby cheeks. Several coos and tiny giggles erupted from him. This time, Rowan’s heart swelled with pure love. 

“Hey, Coach!” someone shouted from the stands. Rowan braced his hands on his hips and turned his upper body toward the bleachers. His eyes immediately locked on his wife, golden hair falling over her shoulders in long curls. She was leaning forward with her hands on her knees and a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Looking good!”

Rowan snorted, cheeks heating slightly as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the game. This wasn’t unusual for Aelin. Every time she heard one of the other moms talking about Rowan, she joined in the fun. Her present outburst was likely for that very reason. 

Evalin was running down the field, the time clock ticking closer and closer to the end of the game. But she was no match for time, pushing herself as hard as she could while she kicked and chased the ball toward the goal. 

“Yes, baby! You got this!” he heard Aelin shout from the stands. Rowan shouted his own encouragements, a hand on Declan’s stomach for extra support while he jogged down the sidelines and closer to where Evalin made her final kick, sending the ball straight to the corner of the goal.

The crowd cheered and all of Evalin’s teammates bolted toward her on the field as the final buzzer sounded. The gaggle of girls jumped in circles, hugging his daughter and patting her on the back with congratulatory excitement. 

A hard smack on his ass had Rowan jolting in surprise, reaching behind him to grab his wife’s hand while she laughed brightly. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, then reached around her to ruffle the silver hair of his second born. Arden grinned up at him, his smile gapped from the teeth he’d lost over the summer. 

“You look so good in these pants,” she whispered, patting her hand on his rear.

“You’re a menace.”

“It isn’t just me. People talk about your ass all the time. One of the dads got me started. I told him that he should see you with your shirt off.” Rowan couldn’t help but laugh as she let out a slow whistle, mirth still twinkling in her bright blue eyes.

“A menace,” he repeated, just as their daughter ran straight into her mother’s arms.

“You were amazing, my love.” Aelin dropped a kiss to the top of her head as Rowan lifted his hand for a high five. Evie jumped, smacking her hand against his enthusiastically. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink and she was still a little out of breath, but pure joy and pride radiated from her very being. Declan’s arms and legs were going wild, reaching out in every direction while he babbled what Rowan liked to think was his way of letting his big sister know he was proud, too.

“Can I get snacks now? I’m starving,” Evie proclaimed, her hand going to her forehead as though she were feeling faint with hunger. She definitely got that from her mother. 

“Go for it.” With a wink, Aelin gestured toward the ice cooler her teammates were beginning to swarm around. Evalin skipped away with Arden hopping close behind her, reaching to try and tug on her braids. 

Aelin leaned into Rowan’s side, her head resting on his shoulder while she took Declan’s hat off and ran her fingers through his silky golden hair. She looked so wholly content and happy that Rowan ducked his head down to give her a sweet kiss on her lips. 

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” Her head tilted back and she wrapped her arm around his waist. Rowan grunted a confirmation, nodding his head before kissing her again. “I love you, too, Coach. And your ass, and your hands, and your mouth, and that thing you do with your–”

“There are little ears,” he teased, his hands resting on the sides of the infant’s head to block out the noise.

“I just can’t resist you in a polo and khakis.” His wife shrugged, dropping a kiss to his shoulder just as their other two monkeys rejoined them with juice boxes and popcorn in hand. Aelin sighed that her antics had to come to an end, swapping her dirty words for a smile as she slipped her hand into his. “Let’s go home.”

[cloudywriter]

what happens in the dark ~ 2

it’s been a while, but we’re back with a part 2!

part one, masterlist, AO3

cw: minor language 

~~~ Aelin’s head hit the back of her upright bed with a huff as she watched her cousin stomp out of sight. Lysandra’s eyes darted between the couple as she tried to figure out what was exactly going on, eventually she just opened her mouth a few times before gesturing to where Aedion just left. “I’ll just go check on him, make sure everything’s alright,” she finally managed. 

Aelin nodded and Lys turned following Aedion. With the space evacuated, Rowan sighed, running his hand through his hair before getting up to close the privacy curtain once more. 

“How do we fix that?” Aelin asked, lowering the hand she’d been holding the ice pack to her cheek with to her lap. 

“I don’t know,” Rowan murmured, wrapping his hand around her own, his eyes running over her coloring cheek. He studied the bruise with a doctor’s eye pressing his fingertips slightly around the area. “I’m sorry, Aelin.”

“Well, if you didn’t run in here like a deranged man over a punch maybe we wouldn’t have this issue,” her words lacked venom, she wasn’t really mad. 

Rowan only frowned, “I’m sorry, baby, Fenrys just said you were in the E.R. and it freaked me out. I didn’t even let him finish before I was running down here. I should’ve gotten a grasp on the whole situation, I know, but just the thought of you hurt had all rational thought emptying out of my head.”

Aelin didn’t respond, she didn’t need to. She only rubbed his thumb along the back of his hand in comfort. If she was told Rowan was in the E.R. she would’ve had a similar reaction, likely more dramatic than his own. 

“You know I don’t care, Aelin,” Rowan spoke again. 

“You don’t care?” Her confusion was written on her face. 

“I don’t. I don’t give a damn about the rules when they keep you from me,” he clarified. 

Aelin’s lips upturned at the corners. “Rowan Whitethorn doesn’t care about the rules?” 

“See what you’ve done, Galathynius? You’ve turned me rouge at this point,” Rowan leaned forward, capturing Aelin’s lips between his in a brief kiss. 

Aelin smiled into the kiss that Rowan broke a moment later. 

“I love you, you know that, and I want everyone else to know that. I want to hold your hand when we walk into work in the mornings and I want to cuddle up with you on the couch at the stupid hospital staff parties Fenrys throws and anybody who finds a problem with it can go to hell. I love you and I don’t want to hide that, I don’t care who knows,” he confessed, his eyes not leaving her own. 

“Rowan-,” Aelin began. 

“I know,” Rowan interrupted, “it’s all so complicated with our jobs and jumbled up even more so now that Aedion might suspect something, but it’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.” He was resolute in his assessment, not a question in his mind. 

“Okay,” Aelin agreed with his reassurance. 

“I mean, I’ll go march into Maeve’s office right now and fill out whatever stupid forms I need to fill to be with you,” he continued. 

Aelin’s brow furrowed at the thought of revealing their relationship status to Maeve, the woman was as cold as a cobra and as venomous as one too. 

Rowan saw the look on her face and decided to gloss over the situation at hand. “I’ll go get your stuff and we can head home,” he suggested.

At Aelin’s nod, he brought her hand to his mouth leaving a soft kiss on the back of it before exiting the area. 

As he walked down the halls towards the residents’ quarters he passed Maeve’s office. Only a few paces after he passed by she called out to him, “Dr. Whitethorn.”

Rowan stopped advancing forward. “Chief Valg, how can I help you?” 

“Step into my office for a moment, please,” her sickly sweet voice made Rowan’s skin crawl as he complied. “Have a seat,” she gestured towards the two seats positioned in front of her large, oak desk. 

Rowan did as he was told, wrapping his white coat tighter around him. Maeve crossed behind him, perking on the edge of her office chair, crossing her manicured hands on her knees. 

“Rowan,” she gave him a tight smile that lacked any semblance of warmth. “There’s been a few hospital staff members who have raised concerns over your interactions with one of the residents,” she divulged. 

Rowan kept his expression neutral, “who has been concerned?”

Maeve didn’t fret. “It isn’t my place to give out names, but the resident in question is Aelin Galathynius,” she finished. 

Rowan only nodded. “She’s a bright student, she’ll make an excellent surgeon,” was all he offered. 

Maeve nodded along, leaning back in her chair. “You understand you’re one of her mentors, correct?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Rowan responded. 

A light knock rapped on the door as it pushed open, Aelin stood in the doorway. “Chief Valg, you paged.”

“Yes, come in my dear,” she motioned her forward with her hand. “Have a seat.”

Aelin did as asked, sitting in the open seat to Rowan’s right. 

“I’ll cut to the chase. I don’t want to waste your time and I don’t want to waste my own. I’ve been made aware of your potential budding relationship and I advise you to end it. This is a prestigious learning hospital and that image must be upheld and I’m afraid this is simply inappropriate and unprofessional,” Maeve spoke, her voice icy and detached. 

“I completely understand,” Rowan chimed in much to Aelin’s surprise. She turned towards him trying to gauge what his plan was. 

“Dr. Galathynius and I have both had a lengthy discussion and we came to the mutual agreement to go our separate ways. It was a lapse in judgment from my end, I apologize.” He kept his voice steady and his appearance neutral, the perfect picture of unflappable. 

Aelin’s mouth opened for a second before closing again. She felt confused, Rowan’s earlier words and what was currently leaving his mouth were a stark difference. 

Maeve gave the best smile she could muster at that, “I’m glad to hear that, you’re both dismissed,” 

Rowan stood, smoothing his coat and leaving the room without sparing Aelin another glance. Aelin’s mind was reeling and blank all at once. The brevity of the conversation and its content boggled her. 

Was she just dumped? Rowan wouldn’t do that, especially not in that manner, and after professing his love for her. 

Aelin was still seated in her own chair staring after Rowan as he disappeared out the door. She swiveled around to face Chief Valg again, clearing her throat. 

“You are a promising surgeon, Aelin, do not jeopardize that by trying to sleep your way up the hospital hierarchy.” Aelin gritted her teeth but held her tongue. 

“Thank you for your guidance, Chief Valg. Have a good rest of your day,” She continued to shove her pride down as she exited the office, heading to gather her stuff to return home for the day. 

Rowan wasn’t waiting for her in the residents’ lounge. She hadn’t quite processed the words he had uttered in Maeve’s presence. His rejection of her and their relationship stung even though she knew he must have been putting up some front. It conflicted so deeply with his earlier declarations of love and defiance. 

Aelin exited the lounge, personal items in tow, and headed to the parking garage. She checked her phone mindlessly as she walked hoping Rowan had at least texted some explanation. Nothing. Her lock screen was void of notifications minus a few pleas from Lys to explain what was going on. Aelin shut her phone off. She would deal with Lysandra and Aedion later. 

By the time she got into her car, the bruise on her cheek was only a dull ache in comparison to her rising anxiety. 

Aelin drove mindlessly, but not long into her journey home, she reached a pivotal intersection. To turn left would take her to her own apartment. To turn right would take her to Rowan’s house. At the decision before her, tears threatened to rise. Aelin took a deep breath deciding after Rowan denounced their relationship the ball could be in his court. He could come to her. 

With a heavy heart, she entered the left turn lane. 

+++

She held back a loud sigh as she pushed open the door to her dark, lonely apartment. She toed off her sneakers and unceremoniously dumped her bags on the ground. She hadn’t even turned on the entry hall lights before strong arms scooped her up. Aelin yelped but the smell of pine and snow that filled her nose gave away whose arms held her. She melted back into them involuntarily.

She shifted in Rowan’s grip to face him, a million words, curses, and questions at the tip of her tongue. Rowan didn’t give her time to speak before he pressed a kiss to her lips, but Aelin pulled away. 

“Rowan, what the hell? This is the second time you’ve done this today -”

“I got the job,” he blurted out. 

Aelin’s brow furrowed in question despite the darkness that kept her expression shadowed. “What job?” 

“You’re looking at the new chief of surgery.” Rowan smiled, nudging her nose with his own. 

His words made Aelin’s brain hurt as she struggled to rationalize them. 

Rowan continued. “Apparently, Maeve is moving hospitals so the board approached me a while ago asking if I was interested in the chief position. I kind of brushed them off at first. I love surgery, not paperwork. I also thought it’d really piss off some of the older surgeons. I don’t know, but as soon as I left Maeve’s office I went to the board and told them I’d take the job.”

Aelin let out a disbelieving laugh, her mind reeling. 

“We should get married,” Rowan blurted out, nuzzling her neck as she processed this new information. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” Aelin giggled.

“Only fucking crazy about you, Fireheart.” 

Aelin could barely contain her smile, the bruise on her cheek throbbed with the force of it. “You know,” she interjected, “I think you being chief only makes our relationship a lot more scandalous.”

“But no one can argue with the chief,” Rowan disputed. 

~~~

will i deal with lysandra and aedion later? idk. let me know if you have any ideas!!

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escaping towards me

day 5: favourite crackship > maelin

what do I say except, please have my beloveds. oh I adore maelin more than I could ever express they just have it all and in another time line, another universe, I just know tog ended with them being canon.

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Within these words, trailing along lines, skirting around paragraphs, lies the story of a queen and a witch.

In the beginning it is not clear who is the witch and who is the queen. Not even to them.

Maybe that is the point of it all? Maybe they are not so different. Maybe one must read on to find out.

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Aelin Ashryver Galathynius has but one duty in her life. One sole purpose for being born. One sole reason she would die for. Protect her people.

This is an ancient story. A story ignited in her bloodline. One her father had passed on, her mother had seen through. One the crown had bled for and will bleed for again.

So why is she currently staring at the backpack she had stuffed into the deepest darkest most dust filled parts of her closet, hands twi/tch\ing to reach for it, full moon bright as if ready to guide her. Why is her only thought: escaping?

This is your duty, she can hear her father's soft voice. This is your place, she can hear her mother's firm resolve.

It is tattooed onto her ribcage in small neat writing. "the crown is your destiny and your denouement.”

The wind lifts her hair, sets it down, lifts her whole body and she is gone g/o/n/e gooooooonnnnneeeeee.

Destiny be damned. Destined to be damned.

•••

Manon Blackbeak Crochan has been trained for one thing and one thing only. Protect her people. Before she could talk she was learning to fight. Before she could stand she was learning to bite. If you can rip them apart with your teeth Manon, her grandmother grins, there is nothing they can do to you.

She knows the sound of Blackbeak blood by the way they breathe in her presence. She knows the look of Crochans by the way they glance at one another. She is the center of them and the protection around them. A radius and it's circumference all at once.

She can hear her calling even as she stands on the stone balcony overlooking sloping hills. She must simply run her hand along her collarbone and feel the glistening stones to remember the depth of her promise. One stone for every year she has kept them safe.

The wind howls at her feet, yanking her cloak off her skin, wants to cloak itself. She taps her foot once and it is in time to her grandmother's counsel. “Onus.” It has the same deafening amount of syllables as “burden”

The cloak unclasps around her throat.

She re a c h e s for it.

And with her hand the rest of her goes.

Onus forgotten. Onus to forget.

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This is a story that begins in the middle, ends at the beginning, and concaves the start.

This is a story about finding and being found.

This story cannot be told twice. For you only get one chance to escape.

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Please number 17 with poly!Rowaelin x reader 🥰

17. “you’re lucky that you’re cute.”

warnings: none

for my one year drabbles celebration <3

You wrung your hands together in front of you, looking at the glass decanter now in smithereens on the floor. An artifact older and arguably more precious than you. At least it was empty, and you hadn’t wasted any wine. 

Still, this was bad. Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you wore a hole into the floor pacing back and forth in front of the hearth. 

“I can smell your guilt from the hall,” Aelin streamed into the room, the door flung wide open, golden hair flowing behind her, turquoise eyes narrowed. Rowan moved steadily behind her, stopping in the doorway, spotting it first. Lips pressed tight together, he sent you a look that said good luck. 

Aelin noticed the exchange and turned slowly, assessing the room. You knew the moment she spotted it, her shoulders tensed and a slow breath left her. 

“You’re lucky that you’re cute.” 

“Aelin” Rowan snarled as tears built in your eyes. 

She spun around, quickly crossing the room to meet you. Her thumbs wiped away the tears, and slightly chapped lips met salt, a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

“I care more about you than any stupid piece of glass,” she pressed her forehead against yours. A laugh of relief slipped past your lips.

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I saw these two ex to lovers prompt and I can't choose so if you like them you can pick one or both idk ahaahaha

- sending their ex a book a day, the first word of each title spelling out an apology.

-ten years after their breakup one receives a letter inviting them to their exes wedding with a “help me” written in a tiny font on the bottom.

You Still Would’ve Been Mine

Written for my Drabblefest

I wrote both, but with a twist (not exactly an apology and it’s ten months instead). I hope you like it 😆

PS it’s canonverse

960 words, no warnings

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If Rowan listened to one more word about Terrasen or Adarlan, he was going to lose his mind.

He wasn’t even a useful prince, he had no idea what he was doing in Sellene’s Throne Room.

“The merchants won’t stop complaining ever since Adarlan made these new trade deals,” Uncle Ellys explained, “Terrasen’s goods got into the Adarlanian market like the plague.”

“Enda,” Sellene called from her throne. “send word to our spies.

After every other family member was dismissed with an assignment to do, it was just Rowan and Sellene there.

“C’mere.” She kindly requested him to come closer. “Rowan, we are losing Erliea’s biggest kingdoms. The Fae from Adarlan now have access to Terassen’s Fae liquor, magic hospitals, magic schools, every month is a new thing. And now this.” Sellene took a deep breath and rubbed a hand on her face, letting her shoulders drop for a moment. “I know you don’t talk about Terrasen, but I need you to tell me what you saw.”

“I saw nothing,” he answered with a neutral face, masking his tense body.

It was true. It was supposed to be a trip with Fenrys to visit Galan, and they ended up being guests in the Ashryver party to visit Terrasen.

Rowan’s presence wasn’t political, and the only thing he saw was walls ornate with gold, silk bedsheets and the top of pine trees when he was flying, using his hawk form to sneak in and out of the crown princess’ bedroom.

Rowan’s ground his teeth, his pulse racing. Well, that was before she not only backstabbed him, but his entire country as well.

“Okay, I got it,” Sellene said when she sensed the growing notes of rage in his smell. She bit his lip and fiddled with an envelope in her hand. “This came in for you.”

Rowan snatched it from her hands. “I thought the mail interceptions were over when Maeve died.”

Sel grimaced. “Lorcan gave me this one because he thought it was an exception, sorry. I didn’t open it, though.”

An exception indeed. Rowan opened the seal with one of his blades, wishing he could use it to stab the wedding invitation instead.

The King and Queen of Terrasen request the pleasure of your company—Rowan rolled his eyes—at the marriage of their daughter, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, to Duke Perrington, blah blah blah.

Rowan was once told it would be his name instead, but those promises were long gone.

I’m yours, she said, her smile lit through the darkness. Tell Sellene to request an official political alliance with a marriage proposal, and I’ll be officially yours.

Rowan was on a boat home the next day.

He shook his head, his heart constricting as he tried to shake off the memories too. Especially the ones of him learning, right before leaving Doranelle again, that Aelin’s hand was already promised to another.

Rowan’s eyes skimmed through the wedding invitation, until he found something that made his heart stop, the world world narrowing down to two little words in the bottom of the invitation, in a familiar handwriting.

Help me

“What?” Sellene said while snatching the invite from his hands. “Gods, I’m never talking about Terrasen with you again. Your smell gets weirder and weirder and— oh, shit.” She looked up, eyes widened and personal scent tinged with alarm. “Have you been in touch with her?”

“No.”

Sellene sent him a cut-the-bullshit look.

He crossed his arms. “She’s been sending me books. Just that.”

“Not a word? Just books?” She got up when Rowan nodded in confirmation. “Where do you keep them?”

They both shifted into their bird forms and flew out the window towards Rowan’s bedroom, where he kept a small collection of books he didn’t want to store in the Royal Library.

If Sellene heard how fast Rowan’s heart was beating, she didn’t show. His insides were quivering as he scrambled his mind for answers, but nothing came.

Sellene shifted back and frowned at the bookshelf, both hands on her hips. “Just the books, no letters attached?”

“Yes. These ones.” Rowan pointed at the books with one hand, fingers tangled in his hair with the other. “They’re in the order she sent, it stopped a couple of months ago.”

His cousin barely heard him, completely focused on the books. “Havelok the Dane, Erec and Enide, Laxdæla Saga and Piers Plowman.” Sellene’s index finger ran across these four book’s spines. “Side by side like this, as if they were in a box set, it kinda looks like they spell ‘help’.”

“What?” With his heart beating out of his chest, Rowan grabbed a piece of paper and scrabbled the titles there, in the order Aelin sent him.

Havelok the Dane

Erec and Enide

Laxdæla Saga

Piers Plowman

The Divine Comedy

Amadís de Gaula

The Decameron

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

The Owl and the Nightingale

Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart

Doon de Mayence

Le Morte d’Arthur

Egil’s Saga

His entire world halted when he put them all together, four words tearing down his walls of hurt and resentment.

Help, dad sold me.

Rowan felt dizzy, barely breathing as everything clicked together.

All the trade agreements, scholar exchange, diplomatic alliances between Terrasen and Adarlan he heard of. It was all because Rhoe sold his daughter to the highest bidder.

Over his dead body.

He ran to his room, grabbed his sword and a pouch with enough gold for three intercontinental trips—one to go, two to come back—and tucked his wedding invitation into his jacket’s pocket.

Sellene’s eyes were firm as she clutched his forearm, putting all her Fae strength into her crushing grip. “Do not. Cause. An international disaster.”

Rowan just shifted into his hawk form and flew to the nearest port.

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How about from the firsts list "first time defending them"?

CUUUUUTE thanks for asking!!

500 followers celebration prompt fills

Word count: 650

Warnings: dumb high school bullies, swearing, mild angst?

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As she walked out of the classroom, Aelin slipped her earbuds in, tucked her head down, and focused on her footsteps, trying to drown out the soft whispers that followed her everywhere she went. Have you heard what she did? I knooowwww, it's so shady! Ugh, I just know she buys her followers, the dirty--

Enough.

Enough.

She knew the nasty words were just rumors, just a bunch of stupid high school kids who didn't know what they were talking about, but they hurt all the same. And she knew she could never stop them; nothing she said would change the whispers. If anything, speaking up would only make people believe their wild, disgusting lies even more.

No words she spoke would ever convince the student population of Orynth High that Aelin Galathynius was anything other than a desperate attention-seeker whose stupid little TikTok was probably only followed by bots and creepy old pervs. She had that damn account as a way to escape her reality, but it had turned out to invade her whole entire life.

"Hey look, it's Aelinnnnnnn," snickered Chaol Westfall, a particularly chauvinist member of the football team. He was convinced that his quarterback status made him the king of Orynth High, despite the fact that he'd never come close to winning any kind of championship. "Gonna do a trend for us, Aelinnnnnnn?" He stretched out the syllables of her name, mimicking her TikTok username.

Aelin rolled her eyes, so beyond done with Chaol's bullshit, and was half a second away from snarking an insult or ten when another guy's voice cut in.

"You're just jealous that her little trends get a million times more views and likes than your shitty photos of your flabs, Westfailure," Rowan Whitethorn scoffed. "Y'know, steroids don't do shit when you don't actually hit the gym."

Chaol's face turned a surprisingly vivid shade of crimson. "How about I hit you, asshat?" he snapped.

Rowan set his backpack casually on the floor, rolled his neck, and cracked his knuckles. "Bring it on, Little Miss I-Lost-My-Virginity-To-A-Sock." Most of the people in the classroom, including Aelin, snickered, eagerly watching the drama unfold.

"Fuck you," Chaol grunted.

"You wish," Rowan smirked.

Snarling wordlessly, Chaol reared back and punched Rowan right in the stomach, just in time for the teacher to walk in and watch the quarterback punch the captain of the hockey team.

"Westfall!" the teacher yelled, breaking up the fight as soon as it started. "Leave. Now."

"B-but-but sir, he started it!" Chaol protested, stunned.

Mr. Vaughan, who happened to be one of the football coaches, folded his arms across his chest and glared flatly at Chaol. "Get your ass out of my classroom, Westfall. You're lucky if you're allowed to show your face at practice for the next two weeks." His glare only intensified when Chaol tried to protest. "Get. Out."

Biting his tongue, Chaol collected his backpack and hauled ass from the classroom. The class settled down, slowly dispersing back into their seats.

Aelin sat down in the seat across the aisle from Rowan and flashed him a grateful smile. "Thanks," she murmured. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yeah I did," he returned. "No jackass gets to talk to a girl like that."

"Chivalry? In this day and age?" Aelin mock-gasped. "And here I thought they said chivalry was dead."

"Maybe, but decency isn't." Rowan flashed her a boyish grin. "Oh, and I may or may not have asked one of my buddies to film that. He says it's already going viral."

Aelin had to clamp her hands over her mouth to smother her laughter. "Shit, I love that! I'll duet it to my account so it never dies."

Needless to say, Chaol Westfall became the face of every Orynth High meme for the next two years. Aelin called it comeuppance. And a little help from her good friend the internet.

~~~

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Worth the Wait

I forgot what is was like to hyperfixate on something, so enjoy the overflow of content while it happens! Here's a quick drabble from this morning.

SYNOPSIS: Rowan takes the drive home slowly, careful of the precious cargo in the backseat. WORDCOUNT: 857 WARNINGS: Kids, mentions of labour, Rowan being silly, Fluff

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Rowan had never driven with such care. 

Every corner was gentle, each stop had him slowing down far earlier. His eyes were everywhere, analyzing every car on the road. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, and his body tensed with the leftover adrenaline from the hospital. Nothing slipped his perception.

Especially the cooing in the backseat. 

At an intersection, once he had rolled to a slow stop and deemed it safe enough to peer into the rear-view mirror, he took a look at his everything in the backseat. 

Aelin was seated in the middle seat, glowing but tired. She was leaning over the newest addition to their small family. Their daughter. Buckled up as securely as possible, she had her mother's eyes watching her every move. 

Aelin didn't move under Rowan’s watchful eyes, preferring to stare into her baby’s face. She was exceptionally uncomfortable in this position, her stomach a little sore, and generally feeling a little gross, but it didn't matter because she had this moment. Finally, after months of waiting, they were driving their daughter home with them. 

Their beautiful little girl, Evie Rhylie Whitethorn Galathynius. 

It was too early to tell, but when she let out the first shrill cry in the delivery room and opened her eyes to the world for the first time, she had light blue eyes. The doctor told them there was a chance that they would deepen to green, and Aelin saw Rowan’s smirk in the corner of her eye when their doctor said that. 

It didn't matter to Aelin, as she gently brushed her hand over her daughter’s little tufts of blonde hair, whatever she looked like didn't matter, she’d love her unconditionally anyway. 

“I'm so proud of you, fireheart,” Rowan whispered from up front, his voice full of awe. 

“Thank you,” Aelin met Rowan’s cloudy eyes in the rear-view mirror and gave him a watery smile to match. 

-

Rowan was out of the car immediately when he put it in park, rushing towards the front door to unlock it and push it open, then running back to the car to grab the hospital bag and the surplus of other things from the hospital. Running back to the house to drop those things off, then standing in the front entryway, pleased with himself for the organization. 

“Uh, Rowan?” Came Aelin’s voice from outside. “You forgetting something?”

He was confused very briefly, the baby! “Shit. Coming!” 

As he rushed back out to where his wife and daughter were in the back of the car, he could hear Aelin’s tired laugh. He felt a hot blush rise to his cheeks, whoops, he thought. 

Opening the door, he was met with the tiny human that was his daughter, bundled up in a forest green onesie with a little bear hat, knitted by Auntie Lysandra. She was still fast asleep, tuckered out from all the crying and cuddling she had done earlier. 

He unlatched the carrier from its spot in the car, with near-perfect form, having practiced this before the baby’s birth. Lifting Evie gently from the car, and setting the carrier down very gently on the drive, making sure it wasn't going anywhere, before turning back to Aelin in the backseat. 

She was smiling brightly. “Sorry.” He mumbled shyly. 

“Super-Dad already, don't worry it's very sexy.” 

“Super-Dad who forgot his daughter and wife in the car, surefire turn on, huh?” He joked as he let Aelin grab onto his shoulders, grabbing onto her hips to gently help her out of the car. She let out a little ‘oof’ one she was standing, clearly in need of some recovery. 

“Super,” Deep breath, “sexy.” 

“Okay, enough of that, let's get you to bed.” He said, placing a heavy arm around her waist to stabilize her walk inside, then grabbing the carrier with a gentleness that broke and remade Aelin’s heart.

“Take a girl to dinner first.” Aelin joked as they walked inside. 

Rowan snorted. “I think we are a little past that already.” And simultaneously they both looked down at little Evie, who had decided to wake up at that moment, making little gurgling noises and lifting her little arms. 

Crossing over the entrance to their house, Rowan couldn't be happier. He was worn out, surviving on shitty hospital coffee and the leftovers of adrenaline from the birth a day and a half ago, but he was happy. 

He was a father now. A father to his little Evie, and a husband to Aelin, and it was going to be a sleepless few months, and it was going to be hard, but he was so happy, it was overflowing. He set the carrier down again, let go of Aelin, and turned around to lock the car, then close and lock the front door, before sweeping Aelin into a – gentle – bear-hug, and dropping kisses all over her tired face. 

She let out a tired giggle before hugging him back. “I love you, Ro” 

“I love you far more, Fireheart.” 

Evie, obviously feeling left out, let out a little cry, wanting Mom and Dad’s attention. 

“We love you even more, Little Evie.”

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Lost in Space #60

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