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New Ask game. Send me one of my fic titles and I’ll tell which was THAT SCENE for that fic.

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Saw your previous ask. No stress. Just here to say I am also a huge fan of your fics 💕

Awwww, thank you so much! 💖💖💖

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I don't want you to feel pressured or anything I was just wondering if you are planning on continuing Reluctantly Rooming? It's one of my favourites!!

Thanks!!!

I do intend to continue Reluctantly Rooming, but right now it’s looking at me kind of like this every time I open the file:

I have to sort it out and figure what exactly it’s trying to tell me before I can keep going! So it may take some time, but please do know that I fully intend to finish it.

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Omg omg omg I love it so much 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you!!!!!!!

Call It What You Will

Here's a moodboard for the amazing fic Call It What You Will by @imaginedhaven !!

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Call It What You Will

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this is one of my favorites so far 😁

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I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

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fanfic end of the year asks

since it’s december, i thought i’d make a little end of the year ask meme for fanfic writers and readers! reblog and ask away

favorite fic you wrote this year

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favorite line/scene you wrote this year

total number of words you wrote this year

most popular fic this year

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longest completed fic you wrote this year

shortest completed fic you wrote this year

longest wip of the year

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fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year

favorite character to write about this year

favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

a fic you didn’t expect to write

something you learned this year

fic(s) you completed this year

fics you’ll continue next year

current number of wips

any new fics to start next year

number of comments you haven’t read

most memorable comment/review

events you participated in this year

fics you wanted to write but didn’t

favorite fic you read this year

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year

favorite fanfic author of the year

longest fic you read this year

shortest fic you read this year

favorite fandom to read fic from this year

*feel free to specify fandoms or a fic depending on the question.

[imaginedhaven]

Call It What You Will: Chapter Two

Link to Masterpost

Well, I certainly didn’t expect to be away for this long, but I’m glad to be back! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Celaena was doing her best to keep the smile on her face from becoming a grimace, even as her aunt glanced around the tower with a huff. Maeve had never quite approved of her art phase, or of the fact that every available inch of her room was now covered in barely-passable sketches and random splotches of paint.

In her defense, there was hardly anything else to do stuck in this godsdamned tower all day.

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[imaginedhaven]

Call It What You Will: Chapter Two

Link to Masterpost

Well, I certainly didn’t expect to be away for this long, but I’m glad to be back! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Celaena was doing her best to keep the smile on her face from becoming a grimace, even as her aunt glanced around the tower with a huff. Maeve had never quite approved of her art phase, or of the fact that every available inch of her room was now covered in barely-passable sketches and random splotches of paint.

In her defense, there was hardly anything else to do stuck in this godsdamned tower all day.

Finally, her aunt turned to face her once more, a thin smile gracing her lips. “I brought you more food. I know you’re running low.”

“Thank you, Aunt Maeve,” she murmured in reply as her mind began to race.

She’d planned this all out so carefully over the past several days, but even so she knew the odds were beyond slim that she’d get her wish for whatever day Maeve decided her birthday was this year. Still, she knew she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t try.

Maeve scowled. “I can hear you thinking from here, girl. What is it?”

Well, it was now or never. Celaena took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about what I want for my birthday this year,” she began.

“You got something for your birthday last year.”

Celaena forced herself to laugh as though her aunt had made the world’s funniest joke, even as she felt like a small knife was stabbing into her chest. “That’s the thing, Aunt Maeve, birthdays come every year. Listen, I was thinking—”

“Yes, yes, get to the point,” Maeve interrupted, dark eyes blazing.

Celaena took a deep breath, fisting her hands in her long hair behind her back. This was it. Now or never. “There’s a festival happening this weekend in the city across the river. I’d like to see it, just once.”

Dark fire burned ever hotter in her aunt’s eyes, a sure sign that she had misstepped somehow. “Have you forgotten everything I’ve ever told you about the world outside this tower?”

Shit. “No, Aunt Maeve, I only—”

“Celaena Sardothien, I know we have been over all of this before, countless times. How many people would steal you away, hoping to exploit your water magic? And your magic, it’s not remotely strong enough for you to fend them off yourself! This tower is the only thing keeping you from a terrible death or a life in chains.”

Oh, she was in for it now. Her aunt could go on for hours imagining gruesome fates for her should she step one foot outside this tower. “I thought—”

“Besides, you’re hardly presentable, dear. No shoes? A dress six inches too short? You’ll be laughed out of the town before you can begin to celebrate—if you can even make it there.”

None of which was her own fault, but she could hardly say that now. “I thought perhaps if we went together, you could protect me,” she tried instead.

“I’m flattered that you think so highly of me, dear, but it’s simply not going to happen,” her aunt replied. “You are not leaving this tower, and that is final.”

She sighed internally, allowing her eyes to close for a brief moment and unclenching her fists. It had been too much to hope for. Time to appease her aunt. “You’re right, of course. Especially about my clothes. Maybe instead you could bring me some of that fabric you got three years ago? I could make another dress. Perhaps I could even make you one that matched, if you’d like.”

Maeve scowled, but the dark fire seemed to calm slightly. “That would have me gone from you nearly a week, Celaena.”

“I know, Aunt Maeve. And I’ll miss you terribly, of course. I simply thought perhaps it was a smarter decision than asking you to allow me to put my life in danger on a whim.”

“I suppose that’s true enough,” her aunt allowed. “You’re certain you’ll be all right? I haven’t been gone that long for quite some time now.”

Celaena smiled. “I know. I’ll be all right here, I promise. The tower protects me, and the charm you gave me hides me.”

It took several more agonizingly long minutes, but finally her aunt was mollified enough to leave. “I’ll be back in a week, dear!” she called from the dirt below.

“I’ll be here!” Celaena called back, hoping her aunt couldn’t hear any of the frustration she felt.

She waved until she could no longer see her aunt’s silhouette, then reached beneath her mattress. Yes, the scrap of fabric she’d hidden away was still there. She couldn’t do anything about her clothes, of course; she’d have to steal some when she was in town. No, this was for something else altogether; it was the perfect size for bundling together some needed supplies.

She’d hoped she would be able to talk Aunt Maeve into letting her go, but she had no intention of missing the festival. Not this year. The town across the river was only two days away, and she would have plenty of time to return to the tower before Maeve could get back. She could do this.

Maybe it would prove to her aunt that Celaena was more capable than she believed.

A loose page from one of her collection of books had long ago been repurposed into a coded list, and she read from it now, gathering what food she could and a vessel for drinking water from the river on her journey. Her knives were next, carefully sharpened and then sheathed. She was contemplating the small frying pan from the stove when a loud noise by the window caused her to startle.

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There were few things in this world Rowan hated more than himself, but one of them was certainly a plan gone wrong.

Breaking into the castle had been beyond easy, thanks to the information provided by Tern and Sam. The guards were on high alert thanks to the approaching holiday, but nobody ever thought to post guards on the roof. Additionally, no one thought to be suspicious of a bird landing on said roof.

It would be their undoing, really. Fae who could shift into birds were rare on this side of the sea, but they did exist.

Slipping into the upper levels from the roof had been equally easy, his hawk form easily slipping through a small gap in a window in the warm late spring day. Making his way down to the throne room was slightly more difficult, as a bird would not go unnoticed so deep within the castle, but he was able to successfully keep to the shadows until he reached an unmarked door.

The door had led to a passageway to the rear of the throne room, just as his informants had promised, and he had been able to silently reach the plinth in the center of the room and tuck the crown away into a satchel. Then he’d looked up and directly into the furious eyes of the Wolf of the North himself.

He should’ve known this was a terrible idea and the witch was trying to get him killed after all. Of all the contingencies he’d considered, being hunted by Aedion Ashryver was the one he had feared the most. Though not Fae, or distantly Fae at best, the man was absolutely relentless when it came to pursuit, fast and strong with unnaturally sharp senses. Rowan could outrun him, he was reasonably certain, but he wasn’t looking forward to the attempt at all.

Well, he supposed it was no less than what he deserved for stealing Mab’s crown in the first place.

He shifted immediately, talons grasping the leather of the satchel as he took flight. He just barely managed to fly into the corridors before the door could close, and a sharp burst of his magic directed at a window caused it to shatter in a sudden gust of wind.

He just had to get to the skies. Once he was there, there was nothing that could stop him.

He heard the shouts of several men behind him, and a sound that was likely someone fumbling with a quiver, but the broken window was so close now. If he stopped to deal with them, there was a good chance he’d never make it out of the palace. He had to keep going.

He called a wind to speed his way across the corridor, and with a screech of triumph he flew through the window. Now he only had to get to the rendezvous point and confirm the deed was done. Tern and Sam would pass the word through their employer, and the witch would call on him when she was ready to receive the crown.

And then he could be done with this, forever.

The grove they had decided upon as a meeting point wasn’t far, and within a few short moments he was circling the edges of the small clearing. The others weren’t in sight yet, though that was hardly a surprise as they would have to make the journey on foot. He landed in a tree, making sure to keep a firm grip on the satchel, and settled in to wait.

He waited longer than he should have before realizing the whole setup was a trap. When a man with golden hair raced towards him down the path instead of the two brunets he was expecting, he reprimanded himself sternly before preparing to run.

An arrow whizzed by his head as he burst into flight once more, cursing himself even as his wings beat against the winds. He should’ve known that a pair of hired thieves would have other plans, and would be more than all right with letting him get captured if it meant they had an opportunity to ambush the men who returned the crown to the palace.

If he hadn’t been in desperate flight, he might have smiled. He’d have paid good coin to see those two try to outwit the Wolf of the North, and it would almost be worth the price of his life.

Almost, but not quite. The debt he had taken on, the debt he was working to repay, was not solely his own, and if he died before it was paid he knew the witch would not hesitate to reclaim it from those who outlived him. No, he had to live, and he had to see this through.

The trees granted him cover for a time, but as branches snagged at the satchel he realized the risks of staying concealed within them. The shield of wind he’d manifested around himself would aid him for a time, but he hadn’t prepared correctly to maintain such protection the entire way back to his employer. He had to make a decision, quickly, and pray that he would be able to outrun his pursuers.

He glanced to his left, to the hills and fields of the south. The border lay in that direction, he recalled, less than a day’s flight away. Perhaps the guardsmen pursuing him would not so easily follow into a neighboring country. It would take time, and careful negotiation, and that granted him a chance to slip away if he was fast enough.

It was a risk he was going to have to take if he wanted to have any hope of presenting the satchel to his employer.

Rowan banked heavily around a large tree and veered off to the south, barely paying attention to his route even as the trees gave way to cold hard ground beneath him. His lack of attention and his exhaustion would prove to be his downfall as he burst through a window he had somehow missed, only for his world to immediately turn black.

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Aedion could barely hear the orders he barked to his men as he raced for the stables, gaze fixed on the dark shape he could see quickly disappearing into the skies. He heard more than saw the way people rapidly moved out of his way, probably taking one look at his face before immediately putting as much distance between them as possible.

Good. He didn’t have time to deal with anyone else right now, he had a Fae criminal to catch.

Part of him wondered if the creature was even aware of what it had done. There were only a few Fae that lived in Terrasen, many preferring the lands across the sea, and it was possible that this one somehow hadn’t heard of the lost princess. He very much doubted it, though; the crown the creature had stolen was famous, as was the girl—the woman, now—who was supposed to have worn it.

As he reached the stables and mounted his horse, one of his men caught up to him, a bit of parchment clutched in one hand. “Sir! Sir, we just got word that—”

“This had better have to do with the thief I’m pursuing,” he growled, turning the full force of angry Ashryver eyes on the guardsman.

“Y-yes, sir! A tip on a rendezvous point, sir.”

Before the man could say anything else, Aedion yanked the parchment out of his grip and began to read it furiously. The grove it spoke of wasn’t far, and it would be easy enough to catch his thief there. Wordlessly, he turned his mount in that direction and began to ride.

As he burst through the gate, two more of his men left their posts to pursue him. Good, exactly according to the plans he had given them if something were to go wrong. He wasn’t certain exactly how useful they would be against one of the Fae, but it would surely be better than nothing.

He slowed the group as they reached the grove, knowing that surprise would be one of the few things on their side in the fight to come. The guardsman riding on his left raised a shortbow, and Aedion raised a single fist, knowing the man would recognize his signal and take careful aim as he awaited the signal to fire.

The signal came a few seconds later, his hand slicing forward as he let it fall, and he scowled as the arrow narrowly missed their prey. They’d have to pursue the Fae through the woods, now, where it would have an inherent advantage given its slight form and its wings.

It was flying encumbered, though, the satchel holding the crown almost as large as its avian form. Maybe that would slow it down just enough. He just had to stay in pursuit.

Unfortunately, his quarry proved to be both intelligent and aware of its surroundings, and before they could hope to catch up Aedion was cursing as the hawk he pursued flew over the border between Terrasen and Adarlan.

“What do we do, sir?” asked one of the guardsmen.

Aedion scowled, eyes fixed on the form disappearing into the skies. “Both of you, report back to the palace immediately. The king and queen will need to know what happened.”

He felt it more than saw it when the two guardsmen hesitated. “But… what will you do, sir?” one of them dared to ask.

“The same thing I’ve been doing for years,” he muttered. “Begging forgiveness rather than seeking permission.”

“You can’t be saying you intend—”

“I intend to put an end to this,” Aedion snapped, unable to keep the growl from his voice. “One guardsman can go where even a group dare not, and if we break off our pursuit now we will lose that crown forever. Now go.”

The two men snapped to attention at the tone of his voice, but Aedion couldn’t spare even a moment to feel guilty for it. He continued on, not even bothering to glance behind him. He knew the men would follow their orders and turn back; he’d trained them too well for them to do anything less, and they knew he spoke the truth.

A team of guardsmen from a neighboring country would be apprehended on sight, but one lone guard straying over the border had more of an opportunity to spin an excuse. Aedion didn’t intend to be in Adarlan for long, anyway.

As he continued to ride, the hawk slowly slipped out of his sight. He continued on, though; the creature had been following a straight course from the moment it had crossed the border, either due to exhaustion or due to confidence that it had lost its pursuers. All he had to do was follow, and he would find the Fae creature and take back his cousin’s crown.

A moment of hope struck him. The Fae had always had an affinity for the royal family, which was at least partly of Fae descent itself. Was it possible this had been a sign? Had this creature stolen the crown away not as a final insult as their hope continued to wane, but as a sign and a direction to continue his search?

He scowled and shook his head. No, the act had been that of an opportunist, and a desperate one at that. This was not going to be a rescue mission. It was going to be one of vengeance.

As Aedion continued to ride south, a tower began to slowly appear on the horizon, the only visible building anywhere nearby. Could it really be that simple? Could his quarry’s hiding place truly be such an obvious one?

He smiled. The Fae had been exhausted when he’d last lost sight of it; it couldn’t have gotten much further than this. All he had to do was draw nearer to the tower and wait. His prey would show itself eventually.

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Thank you so much!!!

Thanksvember 2021

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Day 1: I Dig You

I'd like to start this off by thanking @live-the-fangirl-life for the amazing fic that is I Dig You. Of course, I love all of her fics, she's an amazing author and everyone should go read her stuff, but this one stood out to me, and has had me coming back time and time again to read it over and over.

It's just so sweet and precious, and leaves such a warm feeling in my chest. She just seems to harness the power of fluff better than a lot of authors I've read for, and I adore it so much. But the emotions are so real too, I feel everything Aelin's feeling and I feel everything Rowan's feeling, it's just so great!!

I could go on and on listing all my favorite moments and everything that just had me fall in love with this fic, but I don't want to spoil it for people who haven't read it! So please go read it! And thank you once again, livethefangirllife, for providing us with such an amazing story!

Day 2: A Little Braver

For day 2, I'd like to thank @tomtenadia for her spectacular fic A Little Braver. Everything about the premise of this story is perfection, from Rowan being in the airforce to Aelin being a badass firefighter, and then the way it all comes together is perfection as well! The way they hate each other at first, but then fall in love, is so reminiscent of the books, its astounding!

And I love how everything isn't perfect in their relationship right away, it's truly shown how their pasts have affected who they are today, and that they have to work hard and choose each other, because that's reality. Nothing is a fairytale, and this conveys that in such a way that's still extremely heartwarming to read.

I'm obsessed with this fic, and to whoever has not read it, please go read it now! You won't regret it!

Day 3: For the Love of the Game

For day 3, I'd like to thank @writtenonreceipts for her spectacular fic For the Love of the Game. I love everything about this story! It's just so enthralling and entertaining and I find myself stopping whatever I'm doing to read whenever a new chapter comes out.

I said this last year for Runaways, but it still holds true. The way she writes is just so unique and it's so engaging, and just the way she writes plots to is so amazing! Every single one of her fics is different but they're all equally perfect! The premise for this one, with Aelin being a sports journalist and Rowan a professional basketball player, it already sets the stage for the tension between them, and that tension is so well developed!

And Arobynn 😒, his character is so well written, and I'm so intrigued by her backstory but horrified for her at the same time. I just feel everything the characters are feeling and it's great! So thank you so much @writtenonreceipts for this absolutely amazing story! If you haven't read it, go read it now!

Day 4: Call It What You Will

For day 4, I'd like to thank @imaginedhaven for her amazing fic Call It What You Will! The chapter she has out right now is so freaking good that I am just so excited for what's going to come! I love Tangled, it's one of my favorite Disney movies of all time, so I'm already enthralled, and the first chapter has enthralled me even more!!

And I have full confidence it will be spectacular, because of how amazing her other writing is! from Rules of Engagement, to Hot Professors 😏, Reluctantly Rooming and all her perfect oneshots, I just know this will be one for the ages! Maeve is already written so well, and so is Celaena, the details from rapunzel's character twisted enough to fit Celaena while also still fitting the plot. It's so carefully done that I am in awe of how she managed to do it!

Basically, if you haven't read this fic yet, go do it, because I just know it'll be one of my favorites of all time! And thank you one more time to @imaginedhaven for sharing this work of art with us!

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[imaginedhaven]

Alrighty! Let’s see how I do.

Final Fantasy

A variety of HP crackship fanfiction

Tea

A momento of Mr Haven

And

The first two ToG books (with Chaol’s name creatively vandalized throughout)

Let’s see…

-a game full of bisexual disasters being bisexual disasters

-a reminder of Ye Goode Olde Days of Fandom Past when we could just ship whatever and not worry about things being “canon” as long as they were reasonably well-grounded

-the beverage of the gods

-something to remind me of my favorite husband

-and some of my favorite TOG things: the early books with a dose of making casual fun of Chaol

…yeah, I’m sold. I’m there. 😂

[imaginedhaven]

tell me 5 things you'd put in a pentagram to summon me and I'll tell you if it would work or not

[imaginedhaven]

Thanks for the tag! I’m late as always to the party, so anyone who wants to play please consider this your invite!

Started a new chain! thank you for the tag @june-girl-86 🥰😘

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No pressure tags: @mesmorales @fictitious-little-stitious @massivecolorspygiant @mylifeisactuallyamess @nocturnal-milk-dud @magpie-to-the-morning

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fanfic writer asks.

1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for? 2. What character(s) do you find the most difficult to write for? Why? 3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?  4. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]?  5. Do you listen to music when writing?  6. If you listen to music when writing, what were you listening to when writing [Fanfic Name]? 7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?  8. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi chaptered stories? 9. If you had to assign a theme song to [Fanfic Name], which would you assign?  10. What is the line you’re proudest of from [Fanfic Name]?  11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc) 12. Who is your favorite author?  13. When did you start writing fanfic?  14. How do you feel about your older work?  15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of?  16. What fanfic tropes do you avoid writing for? 17. What fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for?  18. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished?  19. What words do you think you tend to use the most?  20. What feedback makes you the happiest to hear? 21. Is there an idea you’ve always wanted to write, but haven’t yet?  22. Do you enjoy making OCs for your fanfics, or prefer sticking to canon characters?  23. How much do you stick to canon?  24. Do you prefer AUs with the characters, or sticking to the original universe?  25. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?  26. Are titles for your stories easy to come up with?  27. What time of day do you prefer to write? 28. Is there a part of [Fanfic Name] you’re surprised no one has picked up on yet?  29. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)  30. Do you write down all your ideas? What makes you decide to write one versus the other? 31. What was the development process of [Fanfic Name] like?  32. What story do you think showcases your signature style the most?  33. Have you ever stopped yourself from writing something? Why? 34. Have you felt emotional while writing a scene before? What scene was it? 35. Where’s your favorite place to write?  36. What fanfic of yours has the symbolism you’re proudest of?  37. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?  38. What story of yours are you surprised that people liked as much as they did?  39. What area of writing do you feel strongest in? 40. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

[imaginedhaven]

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

[imaginedhaven]

“Did you create that plot point just to get your character hurt and tormented?”

[imaginedhaven]

Wait stop I love this. 🥺🥺🥺

From the trope mashups: fake dating + locked in a room + Rowaelin!

ooohhh, i like..... aaaand then it got out of control and i kept typing and now here we are...i'm sorry

So, it would start when Aelin needs a date to save face at her family's annual holiday party. Because literally everyone she knows is in a relationship, already married, or some variation. And she'd getting a little desperate because if she has to sit through one more event with comments on how she should get married soon-she'll go postal.

Enter Rowan, her sworn enemy and all their friends know it. They've been in the same circle of friends for years, but never quite meshing well. But she'd much rather face repercussions for that then more comments on being single. And Rowan needs a bit of help too--his ex is trying to get back with him and that is the last thing he wants.

So they strike a deal. Just for the holiday season they'll be each other's dates and excuses. No questions, no worries.

And everything goes to plan until this dreaded party at Aelin's parents house. It's the third party they've gone to and they're both ready to murder each other.

When they nearly break into a fight over a comment from Rowan--Alein drags them into the old storage room at the back of the house to have it out with him. OR somehow Rowan's ex shows up and he's desperate for escape.

Either way--they're both done with the situation.

Their standing toe to toe arguing--again. Aelin doesn't get why Rowan can simply do this one last party like a normal person while Rowan doesn't get why she doesn't own up to who she is and be unapologetic. He tells her that she doesn't need to be anyone else.

Short of yelling at him, Aelin decides to storm out of the storage room. She doesn't care if it'll blow their cover. Only to find that the knob won't turn and the lock is stuck.

Aelin tries to blame it on Rowan, Rowan tries to blame it on her.

And their staring at each other fuming when Rowan breaks first and kisses her. It takes her a moment before she responds and they're up against a wall lost in each other.

Until someone on the outside manages to get the door open. After some, ah, exchanged words/innuendos embarrassment because it's Fenrys that finds them...The rest of the night Aelin and Rowan miss exchanged looks and they're over analyzing everything they've said and done.

When they leave, Aelin is the one to break this time. She doesn't kiss him, not at first but she tells him that no one has ever really allowed her to be herself--to be who she is. And then it ends in a soft admission of feelings that have developed over the last few weeks years and everyone is happy.

[imaginedhaven]

I for one vastly prefer the calmer TOG fandom to the hot mess that is ACOTAR fandom right now. At one point I had considered branching out into ACOTAR fanfiction as well, but that side of the SJM fandom is doing a very good job of making me absolutely certain I never want to go near it. It’s a shame, really.