My new fic
Hi all,
So, I am trying to gather all the possible courage and post the Prologue of my Hockey fic. I still don't have many chapters, but I am hoping that posting it for the public will give me the push I need to write more.
So, Rowan is a Pro Hockey player in the THL (Terrasen Hockey League) and Aelin in an ex pro figure skater now working as instructor.
Rowan has suffered a serious head injury in a game and has been off for a few months and is now dealing with his healing. Aelin plays tough girl but she is still dealing with the accident that destroyed her career.
A very small part of Rowan's injury and recovery is inspired by "Unsteady" by Peyton Corinne (which I recommend to everyone if you love hockey romance) and also just a smidge of Icebreaker.
Also, Rowan is a single dad to a lovely 5 years old tornado called Maya (yes, I know always the same but I love it.)
The title.... Check my heart.... a play on the concept of cross check. Not the greatest but I am bad at titles.
Anyway, I will leave you to it.
CW: mention of injuries, panic attacks
PROLOGUE
The ice rink was empty and quiet on a Saturday afternoon.
Rowan slowly walked the familiar path that took him from the changing rooms to the ice, the feeling of walking in skates still strange after two months off.
As he finally exited the tunnel, the coolness of the stadium hit his face as he sat down on the home team bench. His team’s bench. Hockey had been a huge part of his life. He had started playing as soon as he had learned to walk. His dad had been a great champion in the Wendlyn Hockey League, leading his team to many championships and countless other major victories. His dad, Alasdair Whitethorn, had been the hero for many kids. Under his guidance, Rowan had learned to skate, and to get better. He trained, he played, he breathed hockey. In high school people had started to call him his father’s heir. He signed up for uni and graduated in aeronautical engineering. Aircrafts being another passion of his. At uni he played in the team and made captain and in his final year the offers from pro teams started to rain.
His first year as a pro in Doranelle he showed the world his skills and lead the team to a cup victory. Rowan thought he was at the top of the world, until the THL, the Terrasen Hockey League, found him and got his first offer. After three years in Doranelle, Rowan was called by Perranth with an offer that was impossible to turn down. Rowan’s career exploded, brought him across different teams in Terrasen until he landed in Orynth as captain for the Hawks. Together they won a cup and other teams kept begging for trades but Rowan always refused saying that he had finally found his team.
His career had been on a trajectory for more success until the last season.
Until the final game in the championship when they battled the Skull’s bay Pirates for the cup.
Until…
A deep breath and he stopped as the usual wave of nausea hit him and the fuzzy memory of that night threatened to surface and break him.
If he closed his eyes he could still hear the sound of his body colliding with violence against the boards. The pain. The terror and then the darkness.
Still on the bench, Rowan shook his head, trying to chase away the memory. His team had won, after Lorcan had led the Hawks to the triumph while seeking revenge for his captain.
Even with his team mates chasing minor penalties to avenge him. Even with Lorcan getting a five minutes major for roughing after he thumped Rolfe, they still had won.
Rowan had been in a hospital bed when they told him. He should have been elated, but all he had felt was emptiness.
He blamed it on the bad concussion. His team had explained him that Rolfe had checked him from the back, pushing violently against the boards. His head had taken a bad hit as he collapsed on the ice.
All Rowan remembered was the sound of Lorcan’s voice calling for a major penalty on Rolfe, the feeling of ice under him and the taste of blood.
Another shake of his head to clear his mind and finally Rowan stood, gripping the edge of the gate. That was progress. He had made it a bit farther than last time. This time, the gate was actually open and his right foot was on the ice. He took a deep breath and the left foot joined his companion on the ice. Gently, he pushed himself away from the boards and stood there. He stared at the Hawk logo painted under the ice and then took a tentative skate towards the middle. But when he paused and took a look at the empty stadium, memories betrayed him and the screams and the noise of a game hit him. His head started pounding and a moment later he found himself sitting at the centre of the rink, his chest tight and his breathing laboured. A panic attack.
“Are you okay?” A voice called behind him.
He heard the distinctive sound of blades scraping the ice but did not turn until he saw a woman kneeling in front of him. Even in his confused state he could not fail to notice that she was the most stunning creature he ever saw. Her hair was blonde and tied in a tight high bun and her eyes. The woman in front of him had deep blue eyes with a ring of gold in them.
Was he dead? Had he actually died on that hockey game and this was finally heaven? Was she an angel?
“Hey, you okay?”
She touched his shoulder and felt real. No. He was still alive.
“You fell?”
He nodded lightly.
“Come on big guy, get up, I need the ice.”
“Oh.”
“I have a class coming and I have the rink booked up.”
Rowan stared at the woman, she had black leggings and a jumper. Her body was definitely the one of an athlete but at the same time he could see elegance in the way she stood on the skates in front of him.
“Come on, off the ice.”
“Hey, I can use the rink too. How much space are you going to need?”
“The whole of it?”
He scoffed “I just need a small part.”
Aelin snorted “The ‘learn to skate’ class is tomorrow morning.”
Rowan stared at her aghast. Did she have no idea who he was?”
“I can skate.”
“You fell and look unsteady. I doubt it, big boy.”
“What, you never fell in your life?”
Something strange passed in her eyes and Rowan had a feeling it was hurt.
“You really have no idea who am I?”
The woman folded her arms at het chest “Should I?”
“Captain Whitethorn of the Hawks.”
She snorted loudly “a hockey barbarian, I should have suspected.” Her tone dripped disgust.
“I assume you don’t follow it.”
“What, watch a game where ten men skate on the ice like brutes and pound each others just for the sake of it?” She protested, not moving from her stance “the only thing I know is that you oafs destroy my ice and it takes the Zamboni a lifetime to repair the mess you make.”
He was about to reply when he heard voices and saw a group of kids entering the ice “Well, princess, your class is here,” he touched his head in salute and in a powerful move he skated to the opposite side of the rink, well far away from the woman.
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It was later on when he finally left the venue with a sliver of hope. It had been his first day out on the ice since the accident and he had gone through some basics exercises that coach Gavriel had recommended. It had not been easy and being back on the ice had felt alien all of a sudden. A few times he had stopped to watch the strange woman teach young kids figure skating. He had watched her demonstrate some basic moves and he had been totally enthralled by her.
Now he was finally home and a smile appeared on his face when a little tornado crashed against his legs “dad, you are back.”
Rowan kneeled and kissed the girl who was his clone “I am, muffin, did you have a great time with grampa and nana?”
“Yes, we baked.” She grabbed his hand and dragged her father in the kitchen where on the table lay numerous trays of chocolate biscuits.
“Did you bake for an army?” He asked his mother.
“We are taking some of them for her friends at skating classes.”
Aside from hockey, Rowan had another big love in his life. His daughter Maya. His life. His everything. Maya had been born five years earlier from his first marriage. He had met Lyria still back in Wendlyn. Lyria was a rising star in the world of figure skating. He had fallen hard for her and a year after dating he had asked her to marry him. Not long after they got married he got drafted in the THL and Lyria refused to move due to her busy competition schedule. One of the biggest championship was happening in Wendlyn that year and Lyria wanted the win.
Lyria’s dream got destroyed when she discovered she was pregnant. Rowan had gone back to Wendlyn to watch one of her competitions but Lyria never turned up. She gave birth to a baby girl a month before the world championship.
The day after she had been discharged she had served him the divorce papers and a letter in which she renounced to all her rights as mother. Lyria had left the house the following day. No goodbyes, no last words. Just a a note on the bed reading You ruined my dreams.
Two days later he was back in Terrasen with a newborn baby and a career as pro hockey player. He had tried to find some information on Lyria after he was back. She had moved to a land very far across the ocean and had tried to restart her career but eventually gave up and became a trainer.
“Were you on the ice?” Asked his father sitting at his side on the sofa.
Rowan closed his eyes and nodded.
“How did it feel?”
“Alien,” the answer barely a whisper “I hated being on the ice, dad.”
“It takes time.”
“The team will be back from summer training camp in two weeks and then we need start preparing for the season. We have the first friendly game at the beginning of September against Perranth. I don’t have much time.”
Alasdair placed a gentle hand on his son shoulder “I know, but recovery takes time. Especially after such trauma.”
“I am the captain and I am letting my team down.”
Alasdair was about to reply but Maya came running and screaming for her father’s attention. “Dad, nana says that dinner is ready. Wash your hands.”
The girl was about to run away but Rowan stood in a powerful motion and lifted his daughter upside down on his shoulder. Maya laughed freely and patted his back screaming to be let free.
Rowan deposited his daughter on her chair and inhaled the scent on his mother’s cooking.
Being a famous THL player came with perks. He had signed a very good contract with the Hawks that allowed him to live a very comfortable life. He had bought a beautiful house in the outskirts of Orynth near nature. While all of his team mates had modern luxury mansions in the centre, he had gone for a cottage that he had slowly expanded and fixed up. It was cozy and, most of all, Maya loved it. They had a lake at the back that in summer was used for swimming and in winter they would use to skate together. Most of his money went to make sure his daughter had a good life.
When he came back from Wendlyn with an infant, his parents had flown to Terrasen to help him and Rowan would be forever grateful to his parents for the help they had given him especially when he was away for his games.
His mother’s voice woke him from his thoughts “Are you taking Maya to the rink tomorrow morning? It’s her learn to skate class.”
“Yes. I need to go and train anyway.”
“Rowan, you should not push yourself too much.”
He sighed. His mum was a sports doctor and she saw his situation from the point of view of a physician.
His hand curled in a fist and took a deep breath, he knew his parents were just looking after him “Mum, I am just getting again familiar with the ice.”
“Nana, can you skate?”
Rowan mentally thanked his daughter for the interruption.
“Yes, my love. Your grampa taught me to skate a long time ago.”
Maya smiled happily.
“Once the lake is once again frozen we can go you and I so you can show me all you have learned.”
The girl’s grin spread and her green eyes brightened in happiness “my teacher said I am good.”
Eiddwen lifted the girl on her legs and stamped a kiss on her cheek “of course baby, you are a Whitethorn.”
The dinner eventually finished and after his parents left, he took his daughter upstairs and helped her get ready for bed.
She climbed in bed and grabbed her soft toy “dad, can you tell me a story of when you won a cup?”
Rowan smiled and sat at her side. Maya had grown surrounded by hockey. Her grampa, although retired, was still an important personality in the hockey federation. He would take Maya to the games if possible and would explain what was happening. She loved listening to some of the stories of his victories from both her dad and her grampa.
“You don’t want a story from the last book we bought?”
Maya shook her head “not tonight.”
Rowan sat properly with his back against the board of the bed and pulled Maya against him “It was the third period of the cup final and we were down by one and down one man….”
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Serve you my heart
Here I am with a silly fic based on the following prompt:
thegreyj asked:
Fenrys giving Rowan advice on how to start a conversation with someone he likes
Fen: "Ask her something, get to know her!"
Ro: "Like what?"
Fen: "Ask her if she likes books."
Later Rowan tries to follow the advice. Only he ends up staring at Aelin for a minute before just blurting out "Books."
@rowaelinprompts
When I saw it I knew I had to write something with it. I wrote this in an hour. it's a quick 1.4k word fic and I hope you like it.
It has an awkward Rowan who has a crush on Aelin and yes... I love a flustered bird boy.
The title is silly and as you know I am bad at it but since it has a mention of volleyball (a sport I love with all my heart) I tried to play with words.
Enjoy
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Rowan felt like a teenager. He was in his thirty but when Aelin Galathynius was around his brain just stopped working. He would just turn into a blubbering idiot and would quickly walk away to avoid passing for an idiot. By now she probably thought that he hated her.
He worked in a high school as biology teacher. Aelin was the new English teacher and she was the sun in his dreary life. Her hair blonde like the sun, her eyes a gorgeous blue with a ring of gold. And her curves. Rowan had to force himself not to think about her body or he would just combust on the spot. Surely it was not proper having such thoughts about a colleague, but he could not deny that he was interested in her. Speaking to his other colleagues he had heard nothing but good things about her and he wanted to try and have a proper conversation with her.
Truth was… he was not the greatest communicator when it came to women. He had a few relationships, but most of the times the women threw themselves at him. This time he wanted to make the first step and he was terrified.
So, after assigning homework to his class he decided to go to the only man who had a stellar success with women.
His friend Fenrys was the coach of the volleyball team and always surrounded by females. Maybe he could have some insight from him and get Aelin’s attention.
With long strides he crossed the school halls and eventually reached the gym and inside he saw his friend wrapping up practice.
“Roro, my friend. What brings you down here?” He threw a ball at his friend and Rowan caught it swiftly.
A moment later Fenrys moved to the other side of the net and nodded at the other man as if in saying bring it on. Fen assumed a defensive position and Rowan walked towards the end line and prepared to serve. He bounced the ball a few times and then leapt in a run and jumped, spiking the ball with a loud crack.
Fenrys was ready but Rowan had thrown him one of his famous serves that ended in an ace.
“Are you sure you still want to teach biology to these hellions?”
Rowan walked to his friend “Aye, my ACL is not very keen on the sport anymore.”
Rowan had been a volleyball player and after uni he had gone pro for a couple of years. But then during a game he injured his ACL and that was it for him, so he had gone into teaching biology. His second passion after volleyball.
“So, how can I help?”
The two men sat on the benches court side.
“I need help.”
“Ro my man, there’s still hope for you. You are not on Lorcan’s levels yet.”
Rowan glared at his friend “lady problems.”
Fenrys face broke in a bright smile “well, you came to the very expert. Women love me.”
They were both silent while Rowan tried to formulate the question in his head. Fenrys was always confident. He was not.
“So, who is the hottie who has your pants twisted in a knot?”
Rowan muttered something intelligible.
“Hm?”
“Aelin.” He repeated in an almost grunt.
“Ohhh look at you, trying to play with the big league. I don’t think she has good taste though. She rejected me.”
Rowan was shocked “you hit on her?”
Fenrys scoffed “Hell yes, I wanted to offer her the Moonbeam welcome pack but she declined.”
A deep groan left Rowan’s lips at the innuendo.
“Have you talked to her?”
“No? I freeze when she is around. By now she thinks I am a psychopath.”
“Nah, don’t degrade yourself like that. You are just bad with women.”
“How can I talk to her?”
Fenrys tapped his lips with his finger in a pensive motion “Ask her about something she likes.”
A blank stare was Rowan’s reply.
“She is an English teacher, which means that maybe she likes books? Ask her about the books she likes,” he explained “you are a boring bookworm too, she might well be the woman for you.”
Books. Rowan mentally slapped himself for not having thought about that before. That was a conversation he could have. He loved reading too.
“Ok… that I think I can do.”
“Go Rowie, and get some. Rowan junior needs action.”
Rowan waved at his friend and walked out of the gym and back in his office to mull over his plan to try and talk to Aelin.
A few days had passed and Rowan had studied Aelin’s schedule and knew that on a Wednesday she had a break long enough between classes that she loved to take a moment to herself and go outside and sit on a bench under the trees and read. It was the perfect location, away enough from other teacher to hide his shame if she shut him down.
It was a warm day and he strolled through the school yard in his blu shirt with sleeves rolled up and a book in his hand. When he got to the bench Aelin was there and he paused. She had a gorgeous summery green dress on and a green ribbon around her long blonde hair. All Rowan could think was that she was stunning. She was reading and he felt like a bastard for interrupting her, but he wanted to talk to Aelin really badly.
He forced his body to move and then stopped I front of her.
Blue eyes looked up at him in surprise “do you need anything?”
Rowan tried to speak but words failed him “I…”
Come on big man, you can do it, one word after the other “Books.” He eventually blurted out pointing out at the book she was holding in a perfect imitation of a caveman.
“Yes, this is a book.” The smile that she gave him had the power to melt him. How was it that this woman had such power over him?
“Book,” he repeated, lifting his “I have a book too.” Gods he was pathetic. Why did he listen to Fen? Someone gave him a shovel and help him dug his grave because he was dying of embarrassment.
“You like fantasy too?” She added, noticing the book he was carrying.
Rowan grabbed the book under his arm and stared at the title. He always had at least two in his backpack and he had just grabbed a random one to try and impress her.
“I do.”
“I read that. It’s really good. How are you finding it so far?”
It was working, she was talking to him “I am enjoying it very much, I find the world building pretty incredible.”
Aelin gave him a bright smile “the author is incredibly skilled at that. What about the characters?”
He sat on the bench at her side, feeling a sudden surge of courage “I am struggling with Celaena. Hope she gets better.”
Aelin gave him a warm laugh and Rowan stared at her in fascination “she will steal your heart soon. Give her time.”
“I trust you,” he said quietly.
“I am Aelin, I teach English.” A hand extended in from of her.
“Rowan, biology.”
“I know,” a soft confession “I have been wondering when you were going to find the courage to finally talk to me.”
Rowan’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
“I saw you many times walking towards me and then stopping and retreating.” Another beautiful smile “Looks like the captain of the Orynth Hawks is not as fierce with women as he is on the volleyball court?”
“I…” and the stuttering was back.
Aelin stood “I watched a lot of your games, captain.”
Rowan looked up. His gaze followed her perfect legs all the way up to her stunning face.
She made a move to walk away but he stopped, his hand gently grabbing hers “tickets.” He cleared his gruff voice “I have tickets for the next game. Come with me and then we can go and hit a bookstore.”
Aelin squeezed his hand back “who says that the icy captain does not know how to woo women?”
Rowan stared at her with apprehension.
“Of course I am coming, Whitethorn.” One second her lips were on his cheek, the next she was walking away with her head turned to him and a beautiful smile painted on her face.
He was taking Aelin to a volleyball game of his old team and then a bookstore.
He did it.
Definitely had to find a way to set up women to one of the pro women’s team as a thank you for his pep talk.
He fist pumped the air and with a spring in his step went back to his office with the biggest smile stamped on his face.
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