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witchlinggirlie · 2 months ago

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Rowan Whitethorn X Aelin Galathynius X Reader

POV: You discover you’re pregnant with Rowan and Aelin as mates

Little bit of fluff with Rowaelin :) Warnings: Pregnancy, mentioning of feeling sick

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Rowan is the first to notice your scent change one morning when you're all laid in bed together. You are snoozing between him and Aelin, and he feels the slight change in you, usually, you smell of fresh strawberries with hints of lime and berries, but now there is a new scent intertwining with your own. It's soft and new, like fresh cotton. He thinks nothing of it as he shifts in bed, rising earlier than you and Aelin after agreeing to a morning run with Aedion and Fenrys. He notices there is a new glow to you, and you seem to be in a deeper slumber than usual, but with him being short on time, he gives you both a light kiss and is out the door. Something nudging at the back of his mind but not quite registering what this meant.

You and Aelin rise a little later, deciding on a slow breakfast with both your schedules being clear for once. You're in the dining hall, Lysandra having just arrived as you stare at all the food laid out so beautifully. Aelin has the biggest sweet tooth you've ever known so mounds of pancakes fill the table, with jugs of chocolate syrup, blueberry muffins stacked in dishes, whilst a selection of the freshest fruits sit to your side. Lysandra moans into her bites of a muffin, unashamedly dipping into the chocolate sauce.

"I swear I only come here for the breakfasts," she says between bites, as Aelin laughs. "How rude you are Lysandra, surely we have more to offer than our delicacies," you giggle as you stare at the table. Usually, your appetite in the morning is as large as Aelins but this morning you can't shake a nauseous feeling creeping up on you. You try to pass it off but the swirling motion Lynsandra makes with the chocolate makes you feel more than green.

"Are you okay my love, you look a little pale?" Aelin frets over you as you shake your head, passing off the feeling and reaching for a glass of water. "I'm okay, please-"

"Well, this truly is the only reason to come here isn't it?" Aedion shouts as he barges into the dining hall, Rowan and Fenrys following behind.

"I mean look at all this food, and what is everyone else having Aelin?" Aedion teases his cousin, eyeing Aelin's 8 pancake stack.

"Har har Aedion, ruling a kingdom is tiresome work and builds up an appetite," Aelin says as she pats at her belly. "You might know about it if you stop stealing my mate for runs and rule that army of yours" Aelin tutts, throwing a berry his way. Aedion catches the berry in his mouth and grins, taking a seat next to Lysandra whilst stacking his own plate full.

Rowan gives Aelin a kiss on the lips before coming to sit next to you, noticing your pale complexion he pulls his chair a little closer. "You look green sweetheart, what's wrong?" Rowan asks quietly to not disrupt the rest of the table as Fenrys also begins to throw berries Aedions way.

You sip on your water giving Rowan a smile that doesn't quite meet your eyes. The smell of the food now sitting heavy in your stomach, maybe you just need some fresh air. Your hands feel clammy and Rowan takes a hand to your forehead, staring intently, almost trying to read your body to find the problem so he can fix it at once.

"I'm okay Ro, really I just feel a bit queasy. I'll be fine in a second. " You say as you take his hand guiding it to rest on your waist, his chair pulled close to yours. Rowan's hand grazes your stomach, his thumb stroking slowly and then he feels a slight swell and it dawns on him, his entire body goes stiff at once as everyone at the table seems to notice the interaction. You shift into Rowan, not realising his stiffness until you look up to see all the eyes on you both, and Aelin looking very worried. Aelin and Rowan have a silent conversation in their head, with Aelins eyes turning watery. You pale even further not understanding what is happening.

Aelin then turns to the three guests and says "I need some alone time with my mates, I'll see you all in the gardens shortly." as her gaze never leaves you. "Faes and their needs.." Lysandra mutters as everyone starts to leave and Aedion makes a quip about finishing his breakfast this time. Having it not been the first time Aelin has announced everyone should leave to have alone time with you and Rowan. But this was for an entirely different reason..

The water now long forgotten, you look between Aelin and Rowan as feel yourself get warm. If Aelin wanted you right now, it was terrible timing as you felt you may just vomit all over the beautiful breakfast. Aelin grabbed your hand as Rowan pulled you closer his hand now resting fully on your belly. "My love, you have no idea do you?" Aelin smiled, a small laugh parting her lips as tears welled in her eyes.

"What is going on, please tell me," You begged, confusion setting upon your own face as you looked to Rowan. Rowan simply smiled and looked down to the hand over your belly, and it began to click within you. “I thought your breasts looked bigger, I was beginning to get jealous.” Aelin clicked as her gaze fell to Rowans.

Your hand moved to rest on top of Rowans, you wasn’t sure he’d even let out a breath in the last 5 minutes. “A babe..” he whispered, his lips grazing your shoulder. It dawned on you then, you were pregnant.. Tears welled in your own eyes now as you looked down, imagining the invisible bump that would soon grow.

“Are you okay?” Aelin asked Rowan, understanding how big this was for all three of you but another layer of emotion sat with Rowan after the loss of his unborn child.

Rowan nodded his head and cleared his throat, the wave of emotions catching the usually stoic fae off guard. He pulled you into his lap and grabbed Aelins hand as you all slowly grinned at each other.

A new stage of your lives was about to begin, and you all couldn't wait.

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This has been sat in my drafts for awhile as I've been unsure to post, so hope you like this. I'm working on a lil smut with these two as well for Rowans birthday hehe

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leiawritesstories · 2 years ago

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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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aelinschild · 2 years ago

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Trick, or treat?!

Gently - Drabble

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.

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sjmprideweek · 11 months ago

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sirius-blacks-official-girl · 11 months ago

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By the way

Inspired by this video, just screamed rowaelin to me, so just a little drabble.

MASTERLIST Warnings: Cursing, and sugestiveness Note: Rowan in a compression shirt has kept me up at night Word count: 705 https://m.youtube.com/shorts/v_Y9WntMPxU

Rowan stood in the back of a store, next to the changing rooms and looked at the clothes he was holding. They were different than anything he usually wears, much more…revealing. But he was beginning to feel curious about different styles, and various types of clothing options, so he just wanted to explore. Though he should be back home, trying to gauge his enemy's, Aelin's, next move, he was here. Well, he was already here, so he might as well spend some time now.

He walked into the changing room, painfully aware of how the clothing clung to his every hollow and muscle as he changed. It was a tight, gray, compression long sleeved shirt, paired with just normal gray sweatpants. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the mirror. He thought he looked good. He did look good.

Walking out to ask the price, the final decision on whether he would be purchasing the garments or not, he heard the familiar ring of the announcment desk sounding into the speakers. About to brush it off for another staff announcment , Rowan started when he heard a familiar voice speak on the other end. "Ahem, yes, hello, this message is addressed to Rowan whitethorn, also referred to as the white knight of Doranelle, I suggest you come outside or this building, and all surrounding establishments, will be blown up from all the explosive dust hidden behind every vent, crack, and corner of this place. Thank you!"

He cursed. He could almost imagine the smirk playing on those perfect lips, ecstatic to get him out. He storms out of the door, turning to the parking lot to find an all-too-familiar red sports car waiting for him outside. Aelin smirks at him, snapping her sunglasses shut and hanging them on the matching red suit, leaning against the car. "Hello, white knight." Rowan just stares,"what do you want?" Aelin frowns at him "Now thats not any way to talk to someone you've known for years now, is it?" "Just spit it out, Aelin," She smirks at him, "not without creating some…. suspense! " she emphasised the word with exxagerated jazz hands and unfolded the glasses to wear them again. Rowan just stared her down, smouldering at her perfectly calm face. How could she be so calm? Even looking at her made him want to set things on fire. It made him feel like he was on fire. "Well, if your really wanna know, it's because I wanted to tell you," She stalks over to him, her face inches from him. He really, really hoped she couldn't hear his heart beat. "next time we meet, wear that shirt." Rowan stares at her, and slowly blinks. Did she really just…? No, focus, Rowan, she's your sworn enemy. She terrorizes the citizens of your city, and she won't leave you the fuck alone. "Cut the shit, Aelin," "What? That's what I wanted to say, and I did," Rowan swivels her, slamming an arm above the brick wall of the parking lot she was now backed up against. "Aelin, is that seriously what you fucking wanted to talk to me about, after threatening me with blowing up a mother fucking building?! " Aelin just looked up at him with a smirk on her perfect, lying lips. "I mean, if that's what's gonna keep you mad.." She runs a hand over his chest, "sure," Rowan recoils, and curses himself for the heat that spread through him at her touch. He runs a hand through his hair, fuming and staring at her, still smiling. She walks over to him, locking both her arms behind his neck, "what's wrong, Ro?" she smirks again "Cat got your tongue?" Rowan just stares at her lips, lined in a deep red colour, and he feels his breath picking up. She leans over ,getting closer to his lips and.. She leans over to his ear. "By the way," The words leave her mouth, husky and sensuous. "Your base has been infiltrated," before he can register what she said, she hops in her car, and drives away.

Fuck. She had distracted him, tricked him. And he had fell for it. Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.

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mariaofdoranelle · 2 years ago

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"Ah yes, betrayal. I'm familiar with that." but it is a mermaid AU

The Cheating Client

Written for my Drabblefest

I had so much fun with this!! I have almost zero experience with anything mermaid-related but I love doing fic research, so I thought, what do mermaids do in their free time? Do they work? Do they have an economic system? What’s the social function of every marine being?

So I asked my cousin (who does marine life research) for help. Yes, he did call me crazy, but he also told me about crabs and cleaner shrimps. 🤣 And only DAYS later I realized you were probably asking for a mermaid x human fic which would’ve been a lot easier to write lmaooo but here it is!!

650 words, no warnings

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Watching the dolphins play with water bubbles was one of Aelin's favorite weekend activities. Too bad the amount of merfolk it lured was so big it made her bump into some unwanted merpeople.

Rowan Whitethorn was close enough to fit a blue whale between them, trying to catch her eye. Aelin looked away. Just to look back at him again, watching him scan the crowd with his deep green tail and his electric eels, one at each side. His eyes found hers again, so she had to look away once more.

He chose this.

And when Rowan first came to her, wearing that cute grumpy look in his pine-green eyes as he complained his rock home was filled with seaweed, she should’ve known this is how their relationship would end.

The hotter the client, the bigger is the betrayal.

She totally forgot Rowan worked as a security merman in those kinds of events making sure the dolphins won’t be disturbed, looking very hot intimidating between his electric eels.

The crowd dispersed after the dolphins stopped this week’s show, and Aelin swam away from there to avoid awkward interactions. However, Rowan didn’t try to mask his intentions like she did, so he swam faster and gently grabbed her arm.

“Aelin, hi.” He gave her a shy, close-lipped smile. “I sent you a flounder, but you didn’t answer my message asking for the crabs.”

“I didn’t feel like I needed to.” She squinted her eyes at him. “I passed by your house recently. It looked awfully clean.”

Rowan’s face fell, his lips parting as he sensed the ugly truth being revealed between them.

Aelin worked organizing crabs’ schedules. Homes made of rocks tended to get dirty and filled with seaweed, so merpeople came to her to request some crabs to eat it off.

So imagine her surprise when Rowan, one of her regulars, disappeared for a while, and when she passed by his house, it was as clean as a cleaner shrimp’s anemone.

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed before he blurted, “I can explain.”

She crossed her arms, silently nudging him in.

He continued, “My friend told me about this hermit crab service—“

"Ah yes, betrayal. I'm familiar with that." Aelin’s voice was bitter, her stomach hardening with the knowledge that her favorite client was nothing more than a traitor.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes seeming truly apologetic at least. “If I knew Remelle—“

“Remelle?” Aelin shrieked. Her biggest rival of all people?

The end of her tail flailed, but Rowan stopped her from swimming away.

“It was a one-time thing, and I really regret it because she mistreats her crabs and…” he trailed, grimacing. “Her work ethic is a little fishy.” The ends of Rowan’s mouth twitched, but he was too smart to smile now. “Please don’t fire me from being your client.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Truth was, she couldn’t dismiss Rowan just because he looked for another crab service. He didn’t look happy about it either, but this doesn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a hard time.

“What if I make it up to you over dinner tomorrow?”

That piqued her interest. Aelin stood a little taller, eyeing him carefully. “Seaweed doesn’t fix shark bites, Whitethorn.”

Rowan crossed his arms, a playful gleam in his eyes as his posture stayed firm and strong, looking too confident for his own good. “What about Pirarucu?”

The air rushed out of Aelin’s lungs. Dear Mala, that fish was bigger than some whales. She snapped her parted lips shut, but still took a swift glance at his toned body. “That’s a hard one to hunt.”

Rowan sent her a poorly concealed smug look. “Anything for your forgiveness.”

“Good.” Aelin bit her lip in an attempt to hide her smile. “But you’re not forgiven yet.”

“Don’t worry, princess.” He cocked his head, an indecipherable look in his eyes. “I’ll work for it.”

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throneofsapphics · 1 year ago

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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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throneofglassmicrofics · 1 year ago

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Hello Throne of Glass Fandom! I would like to propose a question/poll. If it flops this will disappear into black.

Would you like to see a drabble fest/micro fic fest on a month basis where prompts are shared for everyday of that month and you can write a drabble/micro fic (typically between 50-500 words but we don't shame on length) based on that prompt? You'd write it, tag this blog, and I'd reblog it here.

IE--I would share 31 prompts per month (prompts would be 1 or 2 words and change every month), you can write as many of the prompts as you want, for which ever ship you want. They can be connected, solo, canon, au, crack ship, rarepair. It can be quick, fun, it can be silly, angsty, just a way to WRITE and share and be friends here.

I just thought this would be a fun way to get some engagement going in the fandom. Feel free to ask questions or anything!

*I thought about just doing rowaelin for this idea, but I love so many other ships and thought it would be fun to have a space for all the other ships of this fandom, but if there's only much interest in one ship I'd adapt this blog/idea to that.

#throne of glass #tog #sjmaas #rowaelin #elorcan #lysaedion #chaorene #manorian #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #lysandra ennar #aedion ashryver #lorcan salvaterre #elide lochan #chaol westfall #yrene towers #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard

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leiawritesstories · 2 years ago

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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.

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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aelinschild · 2 years ago

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Maple Syrup

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Apologies for the absence! Please take this shamelessly Canadian x Rowaelin drabble as a gift. The only way I'm going to cope with the fact that its supposed to snow next week, and then for the next six months, is if I pretend winter is romantic. Its not. Its cold.

SYNOPSIS: Keeping warm becomes an intense activity when the winter months approach, and in the thick of it, two lovers spend a chilly day recounting childhood pleasures. WORDCOUNT: 4.3k WARNINGS: Swearing, allusion to intimacy/sex, fluff lol

Inside frost-worn glass, a pair of lovers spend their evening. Curled up in front of the roaring fire, where the cold cannot permeate their warm embrace. The snow swirls in a light dance, not racing to reach the ground, merely suspended in the moment. Streetlights highlight the individuality of each flake, lighting up the path ahead as if it itself is the universe, each step propelling you through galaxies. The wind sleepily shushes the night, drawing around homes like a blanket, coaxing those inside deeper into snugness.

Not hours before, were this pair out embracing the bite of Father Winter. Plundering the absurd coldness for all it had to offer. Though with eachother – shrouded in their warmth.

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It was a bitter morning as Aelin dragged herself away from the heat of her shared bed. Rowan was still asleep, taking up much of the bed – and her only moments before. Her husbands silvery hair was mussed with sleep, and his face relaxed. The muscles softening into a expression of innocence, far from the usual smirk or stoic gaze. Their bed was layered with an array of heavy blankets, capped with a down duvet. This was all a part of keeping warmth close, especially when the winter months fell upon the North. Rowan was wrapped tightly with the Hudson’s Bay wool blanket – the blanket that cost a small fortune, but was a staple in any Canadian home. Aelin wasnt so much of a fan of the traditional scratchy wool, but she couldnt disagree that it kept in much of the heat lost in the restless fits of tossing and turning throughout the night. Though she much preferred her personal heater, the soft skin of his body beckoning her back to bed. Alas, she had a exciting day planned – and though temptation was warping her minds ability to rise from the bed, she got up anyway.

Immediately shoving her feet into the sherpa lined slippers, lest the cold freeze her toes, Aelin made her way to the curtains at the edge of their room. On any normal day, she would leave her slumbering husband in the full darkness, hesitating to open the blinds till both had risen. But given it was past the peak of winter, and nearing the shortest day of the year, there would be no sun to worry about. Dragging the heavy dark green curtains away from the frost covered window, Aelin got a glimpse into her backyard. Layered in nearly three feet of snow, and pitch black like the night hadnt yet crept away, her body yearned to go back to sleep. Winter always messed up her and Rowan’s sleeping patterns, but it also gave an excuse to lazily cuddle in bed, which was favorable in her opinion.

The streetlights were still on, and would remain that way all day, as it never really got bright enough to excuse them. And the North star was visible from her back window, shining brightly among the other stars. Once the curtains were pushed away from the glass, Aelin took to the task of clearing up the condensation from the edges of the window pane. With the towels laid out for this exact purpose, she wiped the water away, and used her nails to pick at the ice that was beginning to form at the edges. Rowan was meticulous about this habit, not wanting to have to buy new windows because of the moisture eating away at the wood.

Once she had finished, rising and grabbing the sopping towel –making a mental reminder to bring the oscilating fan into the room for the day, Aelin made her way over the the bathroom. Tossing the towel into the hamper, it lands with a wet thunk. She begins her morning routine of washing the night away. Cleanser, toner, serums, and moisturizers. Rowan loved to lean on the doorway, or watch like a hawk from the bed when she did her routine. He loved the intimacy of the moment, and Aelin loved his interest. Brushing her teeth, and rebraiding her hair, Aelin grabbed her fluffy pink robe and as quietly as possible slipped out of the bathroom. To her pleasant surprise, Rowan was still snoring away softly.

Today was not going to be a morning where she wouldnt get out of her fleece-lined pajamas until she absolutely had to. Walking on near silent feet to the kitchen, she flicked on the coffee pot. Each night as her and Rowan wind down, wiping counter tops and washing dishes, they set out to make their mornings a little easier – like preparing the coffee machine so their mornings can begin at the flick of a button.

While the coffee brews, Aelin groggily makes her way over the the thermometer. Raising it a few degrees before her husband relinquishes control. As she makes her way through the house, she peels opens more dark geen curtains, repeating the same process from the bedroom and collecting damp towels for the dryer. By the time shes set a new dryer cycle and the few fans the couple own are drying damp glass, the coffee has finished brewing and Aelin makes her way over to her saving grace.

Grabbing her silly ‘Mrs’ mug, the one with a chip around the rim from when her and Rowans morning cuddles got a little too passionate and the cup was abandoned ungracefully to the floor, she pours the Christamas ‘flavoured’ creamer in first, then fills it the rest of the way with hot coffee. Whatever Christmas flavour means is lost on Aelin, she just knows it tastes fantastic. The warm liquid heats her innards, replacing the chill of the season with her favourite coziness.

For a few moments, Aelin sips on her coffee and stares out the window situated above the kitchen sink. As much as she loathes the cold – despise is probably a better word, she cant help but love the beauty of it. The sparse tree branches reaching out into the bitter morning, reaching high, high, high. Touching the snowflakes that either come to rest upon the branches – building impressive piles that are extremely unforgiving when you walk underneath – or coming to rest near the other behemoth amounts on the ground. Glancing at her phone that she leaves charging out in the kitchen at night, Rowans stays in their room for safety reasons, she checks the current temperature. Minus thirty-one degrees celsius. A heaving sigh comes from the golden woman. The high of the day is negative eighteen. If she didnt love, downright adore, her husband, she would have been out of this country so fast. Unfortunately Rowan loves the cold, and so they stay where winters get cold enough to kill, if only for Aelin to watch the pretty snowflakes and force her brute of a husband to pull her around on a toboggan.

Snowflakes land on the shelf of the window outside, and it takes Aelin back to her elementary school days where the class would get pieces of black constructor paper and a magnifying glass, then venture outside to catch snowflakes. Each individual piece was unique, and staring at the mythical little crystals – each with their own patterns and shapes – was a magical childhood moment for her. She wonders if she should go out and buy some black paper and magnifying glasses if only to recreate that magic with her husband.

Once her coffee is half drunk, Aelin tops it up and sets out to start breakfast. She decides oats are the best way to start the day today. Her only dilemma is whether or not she should add cocoa powder and hazelnuts. Given that Aelin rose earlier than Rowan today, he is subjected to whatever she makes. Good or bad, he’ll eat it with a mushy smile, happy as long as his love is happy. Though, most mornings, Rowan’s awake before Aelin is even half conscious. He like to get an early morning workout in, the wake her up with coffee and bed. Depending on the mood, breakfast comes immediately afterwards, usually consisting of something outrageously healthy. Filled with things like ‘healthy fats’ and ‘protien’. Aelin rolls her eyes at the thought. Cocoa and hazelnut oatmeal it is.

While she prepares breakfast, she starts a fresh pot of coffee. When the meal is done, Aelin grabs the special tray Rowan hand crafted for mornings like this. Made of the same pine trees from the forest where he proposed, it still smells like the moment. Settling the two steaming bowls, along with Rowans pitch black coffee, she sets off to her husband.

She takes less care in silencing her footfalls, and as she shoulders the door open, the familiar smell of their bedroom – light but earthy, from her favorite candle – and pine green eyes meet hers.

A sleepy smile is on his handsome face. Still sprawled out over the bed, his powerful body concealed by the mountains of blankets, he sets his eyes on the tray Aelin carries into the room. Kicking her slippers off when she nears his side of the bed, she crawls up and sets the tray in a safe position. Her husband hums as he rolls over, its gruff and sends a warmth all throughout Aelins body.

“Goodmorning Ro,” She murmurs, carding her hands through his unruly, sleep mussed hair. Her painted nails scratch along his scalp and make their way to the back of his head, and Aelin leans down to smother him with kisses. His body rumbles with silent laughter underneath her, and he brings his naked arms up to encase her waist. Aelin kisses everywhere but his lips, and she can sense his frustration as she kisses brow, cheeks, and the corner of his mouth.

His hands find her face, “You missed a spot,” he grumbles, and Aelin raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow before shes being pulled into a deep kiss. Her eyes close, and she lets herself relax against Rowan.

Mornings like this mean the world to her. Moments where she can spend the most intimate parts of her day pressed against her forever home, her person. She feels herself melt into the kiss, her body conforming to Rowans, coming back to its final resting place. Theres no urgency here, just adoration. His hands dont grope or grip. He holds her like crystal, not because it could break, but because he respects her – cherishes her. The kiss stretches on into eternity, but the moment ends, breathlessly. Both partners sporting delighted smiles.

Aelin pushes herself back up, her hands planted firmly on Rowans pectorals, and she scooches over to the headboard so they can sit side-by-side while they enjoy the meal she prepared.

“Coffee. And breakfast.” Aelin says, reaching over to bring the tray onto Rowans lap. “Looks amazing,” he responds. Eyes tracing her features, and leaning over to place another sweet kiss to her temple. Aelin rolls her eyes and giggles while grabbing his bowl. The chocolatey smell has been tempting her to no end, and as devilishly handsome Rowan looks – all half-naked and groggy, she needs food.

Rowan reaches over to his nightstand, grabbing his glasses. The man is desire personified, sitting next to her in bed, and Aelins sure he knows just as well, especially with the smirk hes currently sporting. Though the moment his eyes land on the oatmeal, the grow comically wide, and Aelin has to stop herself from choking on the chocolatey goodness as a laugh threatens to lurch from her throat.

“Good gods Ae, what is this?” Rowan gasps out, completely bewildered by his wifes dessert/breakfast. He pokes and prods with his spoon, uncovering the hazelnuts sprinkled heavily throughout.

Letting out a laugh, “It’s breakfast silly. Eat up, I’ve got quite the day planned.” And Aelin can almost feel her eyes watering from the happiness consuming her. She wants to cackle at Rowans bewildered expression, but she reins it in, leaving with a goofy smile that stretches ear to ear.

He shakes his head. “This is not breakfast.” And, true to his nature, he sticks his spoon in with exceptional ferocity, takes a massive spoonful and eats all of it. A little is left in the corner of his mouth, and as he chews down the mouthful, Aelin watches his throat work, and the sheepish smile appear on his face. She knows he doesnt like it, but she loves him for trying. She loves him anyways, and so she reaches out and licks the chocolate off the corner of his mouth and kisses him.

She loves him.

Its later and the couple is bundled up accordingly. Thick woolen underlayers are hidden by down stuffed jackets and snowpants. Balaclavas cover pink noses, and scarves warm necks. Touques cover ears, and mittens shroud hands. Though, the layers are beginning to become sweltering. After breakfast was eaten, and the bed was warmed again, Rowan took one deep breath and decided the mornings workout would be shoveling.

If theres one thing Aelin hated, it was shoveling.

A workout like no other, impossible to ever complete. Given the fact that snow didnt stop for eight months of the year. There was at least a foot covering all sidewalks and the driveway, and their corner house gave them much more sidewalk to clear than any other house in the suburb. Its similar to shoveling sand, as in, its essentially useless. But Rowan disagrees. Granted, he has his reasons. If the snow isnt shoveled, it becomes ice, and falling on that ice hurts. Badly. So, like any good neighbour, the couple is out, still under the presence of darkness, shoveling.

Aelin imagines she murdering someone with every shovel of snow. The ferocity of her movements makes Rowan laugh.

Her head jerks up, and Rowan makes out a muffled ‘what’ from where she is. He just laughs again and shakes his head, and hears more grumbling coming from his wife.

“Look love, were nearly done,” Rowans glove-covered hand gestures over their progress. The sidewalk has been cleared, and their both currently working on the driveway. Which is necessary if they want to leave their house. Since the direction of the wind last night pushed all the snow up against the garage door.

“I,” a forceful shovel, “hate,” Aelin tosses the snow into their pile, “godsdamned,” another shovel, “snow!” She puts a little too much force into her swing, and end up throwing herself off balance and falling right onto her ass.

Rowans immediately moving over to his wife's prone form, grabbing her under her bulky underarms, he lifts her up as he holds back even more laughter. Aelin emits a groan, and Rowan tugs her against his body.

She feels his solid chest moving with laughter, and despite the fact she just fell flat onto frozen concrete, she joins in. Leaning her hat convered head onto his bulky chest, and wrapping her arms as far around his torso as possible. They both cling onto eachother, giggling like children. Snow continues to fall, creating a little layer over the fresh sidewalk. Rowan is the first to recover.

“Okay,” she can hear his smile. “How about you go make us something warm, and ill finish up.” And before Rowans sentance is even out, Aelins already scurrying away from this unforgiving chore. Rushing towards the door, and tossing the plastic shovel against the side of the house. Her mittened fingers struggle with the doorknob, but the moment she gets it, she rushes in.

“Ice your ass!”

It’s dark again, the short day having come and gone. Under the constant flurries, the sky wasnt overly remarkable, and so by the time the sun sets once again; painting the northern city into darkness, Rowan and Aelin are seated in their warm car, off on their way to the zoo.

The city lights flash by as Rowan skillfully manuevers along the highway. This deep into winter, and especially without much light, driving gets scary. And the task is more often than not delegated to Aelin’s husband. Completely indiscernible to the naked eye, layers of black ice sheet agianst the road, and without the special winter tyres, this trip muight have ended much differently. But soon enough, the lights from the zoo make their appearance over the dash.

Rowans hand is warm against Aelins snowpant clad thigh. She can still feel the heat from his large palm through the thick material. As much as she wanted to pick out a cute outfit to tour the zoo lights, the temperature had dropped dramatically back down. Even double layered fleece tights wouldnt have be enough to combat at the sub arctic weather of the evening. And at six in the evening, theres not a trace of the sun left in the sky, as if its also abandoning this frozen tundra. So she instead is dressed like a puffy marshmallow, kept warm by the layers. Rowan made sure to tell her she was a ‘cute marshmallow, yknow?’ whatever that meant. His tall frame elongated the layers, making him appear a little bulkier and imperceptibly taller, rather than puffy. But snowsuits are no new thing for the couple, having lived in Canada their entire lives. Just ask the parents. Theyll gladly pull out old photos of their smiling and frostbitten children, hunkered up in the most outrageous getups only ones whos lived through these winters could understand.

The more mortifying pictures, though, are the ones where the children have their onepiece snowsuits on, and a halloween costume overtop. Aelin smiles at the memory of her being Princess Belle, though she was practically unrecognizable with the dress pulling a weird angles as it tried to fit over her little body. A knitted touque slung on top of her unruly curls, and mittens that didnt provide much grip for the pillow case of goodies she would collect that night.

The Cristmas music hums softly on the radio, and Rowan skillfully reverse into a parking space, one handed. Aelin would be lying if she said it didnt wake some butterflies.

Shifting the car into park, Aelin meets her husbands gaze. “Im so excited,” she breaths out into the silence of the car.

“Me too,” he hums, unbuckling his seatbelt and grabbing his wallet from the cupholder to be put into an inside coat pocket. “Im glad they finally decided to bring back the lights. Reminds me of bein’ kids.”

She nods in agreement, but her starry gaze shifts to the entrance. “Let’s go!”And Rowans laugh follows her from the car, out to the bitter cold.

The couple reunites in front of the car, and hand-in-hand they walk towards the entrance of the zoo. Snow crunching under their boots. Once they reach the teller at the front gates, Rowan slips his wallet out and pays for two tickets. The teller lets them know it takes around ninety minutes to walk this year display, and bids them a warm night.

The zoo lights have been something Aelin has attended as far as her memory reaches back. Alongside the embarrassing Halloween snowsuit pictures, theres tons of Aelin with her parents at the light display. And its one of her favorite memories, especially the maple syrup stand.

For about thirty years, their city has been transforming the zoo into a winter wonderland. When the cold gets too nippy for even the most climatized animals, they are all brought inside, or to sanctuaries where they will spend their winter, warmly. Except for maybe the penguins – they like the cold too much. But nonetheless, in support of wildlife conservation, millions of lights are set up around trees, in shapes of animals, into moving displays. Allowing for visitors to walk the regular path of the zoo at night, surrounded by twinkling lights all around.

“I wonder of the penguins are out,” Rowan mused from her side. They were nearly at the end of the tunnel entrance, and that display was up first.

“They might, those guys love the cold.”

“Speaking of cold, can you feel your toes?”

Aelin let out a snort, “Not really, no.” And she snuggled up next to her love, giving her greatest attempt at puppy dog eyes. “But do you know what would probably help me to feel them?”

Amused, Rowan looks down. “Do tell,”

“Hot chocolate.”

“Of course, how did I not see that coming.” He huffs dramatically. And luckily enough, there at the end of the tunnel resides a hot chocolate stand.

With a child-like jubilance, Aelin rushes out from Rowans heavy arm, instead grabbing his gloved hand and dragging towards the line for the chocolate goodness.

“So first you nearly kill me this morning with chocolate porridge, and now more chocolate?” He chuckles.

“In liquid form. Very different, buzzard.” Aelin happily responds.

Slowly the chattering couple makes it to the front of the line, ordering one large hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and one small dark hot chocolate. And once the cups are in their possession, the night begins.

Joined at the elbows, linked together, Aelin and Rowan stroll past display after display. Trees wrapped in string lights, varying in all shades. The lights flicker and wave, creating different effects upon every trunk and branch. Criss-crossing above their heads, white string lights glow, with dangling pieces meant to emanate icicles. The sway gently as the light chatter from other families fills the space. Displays of Flamingos in the brightest pinks light up a shallow pond. The lights shifting to display the birds bent over drinking, then standing, then standing with one leg. Zebras are mapped out in white and black lights, shifting from bent over and eating, to head proudly raised. A field of red roses lights up, the colour getting brighter in waves to mimic the wind and it flows through the icy field.

Theres no speaking between the couple as they walk together. There's no need when the linked arms convey everything. The wind bites at their cheeks, but the warmth of eachothers presence ignites a fire that burns hotly inside them.

Rowan walks past the displays, his wife’s arm in the crook of his elbow, and he finds himself getting distracted by the innocent laughter of the children. They scream with joy when a large tortoise lights up, previously being off. He’s happy, brimming with pleasure, as they walk through this moment, hand-in-hand with his memories and the prospect of a future family – a blend of him and Aelin, walking through here together.

“Rowan,” Aelin gasps. “Look!”

His head follows the direction of her hand, and he sees the infamous tent. Decorated in trails of maple leaves, the tent is propped proudly in the middle of a clearing – beckoning them inside.

“Lets go, lets go-” and shes pulling Rowan behind her, and he cant help but love this woman more and more. “Letsssss gooooo!!”

Dragging her husband over to the entrance of the tent, the aroma nearly brings her to her knees. This, this specific part, is the best part of zoo lights. Workers decked out in red snowgear are lined up around the edge of the tent, and other eager customers crowd around. Stainless steel tables, equipped with burners, have pots of one-hundred percent real maple syrup bubbling away. Reaching high temperatures, only to be brought back down upon being poured over the fresh snow. Through the back flaps of the tent, rosy-cheeked workers carry in new snow. Packed tightly into stainless steel baking sheets, the trays get deposited onto the table, and the family next in line wanders up.

Rowan and Aelin watch as the worker instructs the little girl on what to do, pointing to the wooden sticks, and encouraging her to grab one. One shes made her pick, the worker grabs the boiling pot of syrupy goodness and pours a long strip over the fresh snow. Quickly, she tells the little girl to place the popsicle stick at one end of the syrup, then roll. Her small hands deftly roll the now congealed syrup, making a maple popsicle.

Rowan and Aelin watch the little girl proudly display her treat, showing it off to the parents. And the couple share a sly look. The joy of the evening is contagious for everyone, apparently.

“Are you two ready to go?” The kind worker asks. Twisting the baking sheet so the side with fresh snow faces them.

“Ladies first,” Rowan says, coyly smirking at Aelin, who returns that with a massive smile.

“Alright, grab a popsicle stick,” The worker points to the container of fresh ones. “You ready?”

“More than,” Aelin returns, with her popsicle stick in hand, she watches as the syrup get poured into the snow, immediately melting it down a few layers before it cools off enough to be one long strip. She cant even feel the biting cold, shes so present in the moment. Limbs warmed with joy.

Placing her popsicle stick, she skillfully rolls the syrup around it, before raising her maple popsicle to glance at the snow decorating the sugary treat. Rowans up next, and he rolls his up artfully, before they both move outside of the tent to let other have their turn. Making their way over to one of the logs set out by bonfires, the couple snuggles in closely to eachother.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

And they both take big bites out of the syrup. Aelin lets out a little moan at the taste. The soft syrup, with little maple crystals from earlier batches, and chunks of snow between the layers. Nothing can beat the treat. And she hears Rowan let out his own noise of appreciation.

And as they both lean into the comfort of each other, surrounded by twinkling lights, and under a sky that's beginning to streak green, purple, blue with the Aurora Borealis, Aelin cant imagine anywhere else where she rather be. Cold and all.

Thank you for reading! As always; likes, reblogs, and feedback is extremely appreciated!!

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autumnshighlady · 2 years ago

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I really miss you and miss your writing. I hope everything is going well for you and that you’re happy 💚🍓

i miss you guys too! and i miss writing. life has just been so crazy lately by the time i get home from work im too exhausted to even make dinner let alone write haha. but i’ve still got ideas and inspo i just need to execute them!

things are going decently well, im content with where i’m at right now. things could definitely be better but such is life! i can’t wait until i can have a relaxing evening to write. i’ve got some rowaelin x reader planned, next IALTPWF chapter, some dark azriel, eris drabbles, hurt/comfort drabbles, and a bit of manon smut! big things to come my dears

#🍓<3 #anons

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epochofbelief · 1 year ago

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hii

do u plan on updating your masterlists? 👀

I discovered you with the strictly confidential au and I wanted to read more of your stories. I managed to read wtewyne and some rowaelin drabbles/oneshots and I need mooorreee 😭🥺🫶🏻

hi🥹first of all, thank you BEING SO SWEET😭😭😭😭

and second of all, i have one other multi-chapter Feysand fic that I will hopefully create a masterlist for by the end of this week (it’s called Breath Control, it’s like ten chapters, I wrote it in 2020, and I don’t remember a single thing about it). So you have that to look forward to lol!!

if you message me i would be happy to let you know personally when I get the masterlist for Breath Control updated.

and after I finish my BC masterlist I’ll make an overall masterlist with everything and as many of my oneshots as I can find (thought I don’t think there are many)

#acotar #feysand #sarah j maas #rhysand

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cloudywriter · 3 years ago

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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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