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sydneymack · 3 days
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And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
Aelin and Rowan - Throne of Glass
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shadowhandss60 · 2 days
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Somewhere in Rifthold post KOA, probably:
Chaol: Making my way down town, walking fast-
*sees Manon*
Chaol: Walking faster
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Hiii! I really love your work and I saw that your requests are open. So I was wondering if you could do something for Rowan? Maybe a fluff one <3
Trouble
Rowan had been clenching his jaw the moment he was dragged out of bed to go to that stupid meeting early in the morning. Peeling away from your warm body had been torture. He had stood in the doorway for a solid five minutes just looking at your sleeping form. Thinking about how he could escape the order. Until Gavriel had practically dragged him out.
“You’ll be back soon, don’t frown so hard, might get permanent lines on your face”, Gavriel teased from beside him, making Rowan scowl even harder. “She’s safe back there. The rest of us are looking over her”, he reassured Rowan. “It’s not that”, the male argued, “I wish I didn’t have to leave her at all. “How is she still alive with you smothering her like that”, Gavriel chuckled but resulted to only smirking once Rowan flashed his teeth at him.
His mood shifted instantly when the familiar cottage came into view. Tightness in his shoulders slipped like the rain off his feathers. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Nothing beat the feeling of coming home to you. The laughter caught up with the two soldiers at the bottom of the litter valley dip. Even Gavriel visibly relaxed at the sound of it.
“Get your paws off the table”, you huffed batting the white wolf away from the freshly baked goods. “Connall, I see you”, you warned the second twin with a warning finger. Golden eyes rolling back even in the shifter's form. “I saw that”, you warned them both but they simply nudged you with their snouts before lying down by the fire. The two often lounged in the furry coats. Gavriel said it most definitely was a self-comforting thing.
“I leave for a day and the kids are already misbehaving”, Rowan teased making you turn to him in a gasp. A loud squeal followed right suit as you rushed towards him, jumping into his arms. “You’re home way earlier”, you beamed cupping his face, before pulling away to look him all over. “Not a single scratch, don’t worry”, Rowan reassured you pulling you back into his embrace. You tilted your head to look past his shoulder at Gavreil who simply smiled, “All good here as well, darling”, the worrier nodded your way before stepping deeper into the house.
“Spirits above, I’ve missed you”, your lover breathed out, brushing his lips over your cheek. “Look at you being all clingy”, you teased him playfully before kissing him softly. “Don’t you even dare find a single excuse to not be with me”, Rowan breathed against your lips making you giggle. “So even in the bathroom…”, you started but he cut you off with a sharp nod, “Even in the bathroom”.
You were about to tease him some more when a loud clank of a tray hitting the floor echoed through the room. Rowan instantly pulled you behind him, his protective instincts not missing the beat. But from a low whine, you already knew what that was about. “You two are in deep shit”, you frowned, barely catching the sight of the white and black fur flashing out the back door.
“It looks like I don’t feed them”, you shook your head with a laugh. “You do but you’re also the only female and the only one who cooks godly stuff”, Rowan bent down to pick up the tray before resting his hands on your hips, “I don’t blame them”. You hummed, “But I blame you cause you distracted me and now look”, you crossed your arms over your cheeks. “How am I in trouble”, he whined softly making you let out yet another chuckle. “Don’t even start”, you raised your palm at him playfully but Rowan only used that as a way to pull you closer as his fingers started ticking your side. The house once again beating with laughter.
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rowaelinrambling · 1 day
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the devil in winter | chapter four | the gala club
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Three days after their return to London, their Graces the Duke and Duchess of Wendlyn received their first calling card inviting them for tea. Aelin relished the idea of getting out of the house until she beheld the name on the card. 
Rowan peered over her shoulder. “Took him long enough.” 
Aelin’s shoulders were near her ears as she spun to face her husband. “You sound so…uncaring.” 
“We won.” Rowan said simply. “Why should we fear him now?” 
Aelin couldn’t know that the nonchalance was fabricated for her benefit. A storm swirled in Rowan’s mind, the thought of being in the presence of Arobynn Hamel setting his teeth on edge. How he’d hold himself back from killing the man - for the crimes against Rowan’s family and his now wife - he wasn’t sure. 
“I suppose I can see about some of my things.” Aelin mused, flipping the card in her fingers. “He’s invited us to my home, after all.” 
“This is your home,” Rowan countered. Aelin raised a single brow, but said nothing to disagree with his statement. 
“I’d like to visit the club today.” Aelin said, changing the subject. “I know the house manager well enough and I’m sure he’s done a wonderful job, but I want to throw out any of Arobynn’s men.” 
“We can certainly visit the club,” Rowan agreed, glancing at the clock on the mantle. “So long as we arrive prior to the night crowds, that’s fine.” 
Aelin’s hackles rose instantly. “And what is the matter with the night crowds?” 
Rowan scoffed. “Drunk men out on the town? You think I’d let you walk the halls of the club around that kind of patronage?” 
“Let me?” Aelin started furiously, but Rowan cut across her smoothly.
“There are things that I’d know better than you, and one of those is how men behave when they’re in their cups with women around.” 
“My father let me spend time in the club when I was a child.” 
“Let it be known, then, that Rhoe Galathynius and I disagree on at least one thing. In any case, the men who worked there all worked for your father, and had for years. You were basically one of their own and I’m sure they protected you as such. I don’t trust anyone there around my wife until I’m satisfied they’re not Arobynn’s men and have honorable intentions.” 
“How very saint-like of you.” Aelin spit, resisting the urge to smack him. “I’ll remind you, again, that I am myself before I am your wife, you pompous ass.” She strode to the door, pausing in the doorframe. “I’ll be ready to depart in ten minutes. I will expect the carriage ready for us, your Grace.” 
Rowan raised his eyes skyward as his wife exited the room. He glanced once at the clock before sighing loudly. It was going to be a long day. 
“That’s my cousin’s carriage,” Aelin remarked as she and Rowan reached the front of the club. “What on earth is he doing here?” 
“No idea,” Rowan said under his breath, though he was fairly sure that young, hot-headed Aedion Ashryver had been at the club since the previous evening. 
Their driver pulled open the door, raising a hand to help Aelin down from the carriage. She landed lightly on the graveled walkway, holding a hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun. Rowan stepped down from the carriage, his eyes drawn to the light reflecting off of her blonde hair. As she turned to him, the sun caught her eyes and he nearly lost his breath. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“Your eyes are beautiful.” The words tumbled from Rowan’s mouth before he could stop them. Pink tinged Aelin’s cheeks before she shook her head firmly. 
“You shouldn’t compliment a wife who sleeps down the hall.” Without waiting for him to respond she flounced away, leaving Rowan in her wake, grinding his teeth. He followed her the short distance to the door, jogging ahead so he could pull it open for her. 
“Who are you?” A rough voice asked, and Rowan stepped quickly into the room. Before he could open his mouth, though, Aelin had already spoken. 
“Aelin Gala - er, Whitethorn. Duchess of Wendlyn. Owner of this club. Who are you?” 
Rowan choked down his laugh as the man sketched a clumsy bow. “Your grace,” he said quickly. “We didn’t expect you so soon -“ 
“It’s no matter,” Aelin waved her hand. “We’ll be in my father’s office.” 
Rowan resisted the urge to grasp her arm at the way her voice shook on ‘father’. It hadn’t been long since the Galathynius’s deaths. 
As Aelin walked into the main room, her eyes followed the sound of voices. Rowan turned to look, his gaze falling on Aedion Ashryver. He was alone in the main room, save a woman in green.
“-if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times, your grace, there is no place for me with you!” 
“Damn it all, damn society, damn my peers, I don’t care, I just want to marry you!”
“You! A duke! Marry a common whore?” 
“Don’t call yourself that -“ 
“It’s what I am, your grace - “ 
“Aedion, for the love of God, I love you, call me -“ 
“Devil take you Aedion Ashryver, I’ll never forgive you for saying that to me again.” 
“Lysandra - “ 
“Are we…interrupting?” Rowan asked smoothly. Aelin smacked him on the chest as Aedion and the dark haired woman turned toward them. “What?” He asked and she rolled her eyes. 
“I was listening to that exchange before you so rudely interrupted.” 
“Aelin.” Aedion acknowledged. He glanced at the woman next to him. “This is Lysandra, I’m going to marry her.” 
“Wonderful news, cousin, I can’t recommend marriage enough.” Aelin said. Rowan raised a brow. Her statement was dripping with sarcasm. 
The woman’s eyes flicked between Aelin and Rowan. Before she could speak, Rowan stepped forward. “Good morning, miss. I’m Rowan, this is my wife Aelin. She’s of a relation with him,” Rowan paused to nod toward Aedion. “She also owns this club.” 
Realizing who she was speaking to, Lysandra dropped into a curtsey. “Wonderful to meet you both, your graces. I apologize for the mockery my companion has made of us all this morning.” 
“Please, no apologies. I’ve been dealing with him for years.” Aelin said warmly, grasping her wrists to bring her to her feet. “I do hate to inform you, though, that he often gets exactly what he wants. It’s absolutely infuriating.” 
“I will,” Aedion said firmly. Aelin was delighted to see the woman roll her eyes. 
“For a fee.” 
“Fine.” Aedion countered. “What’s mine is yours. Or will be.”
“I could shoot him if you want.” Rowan offered. Aelin choked down a laugh. 
“Lysandra, is it?” She asked, to which the other woman nodded. “Wonderful to meet you. I was just heading up to my father’s office, would you like to accompany me? We can ring for tea.” 
Lysandra nodded again, glancing once at Aedion before following Aelin toward the stairs. They passed the first hallway in companionable silence, but Lysandra spoke as they rounded the corner. 
“I am sorry for the…display.” 
Aelin glanced at her frankly. “My cousin is a hot-headed man but he is not foolish. If he says he wishes to marry you, why should you refuse?” 
“I’m a…well. I used to work here in the evenings.” 
“And how long have you been with my cousin?” 
Lysandra’s face colored as they reached the door of Aelin’s father’s office. “A year.” 
“A year!” Aelin exclaimed, holding the door open to allow her to enter ahead. “And he’s…kept you well?” 
“He has. A townhome around the corner from him.” 
“So you’re his mistress, then.” Lysandra nodded, and Aelin continued. “Well, then. Men have married their mistresses. It’s not so scandalous.” 
“It’s who I was before that makes me wish Aed - I mean, his grace, would drop this madness.” 
“Please, call him Aedion. It’s his name. These formalities - call me Aelin as well. As we’re going to be cousins in law, we should be on a first name basis.” 
“Begging your pardon, but I won’t marry him.” 
“Then,” Aelin sighed, as she let her eyes drift around the office. “I suppose we shall just have to be friends on our own.” 
Lysandra opened her mouth as though to argue, but closed it again shortly. “I am sorry about the loss of your parents.” 
Aelin inclined her head. “I appreciate it.” 
“A woman owning a club.” Lysandra mused, watching Aelin tug on the bell pull. “It’s not done.” 
“No,” Aelin agreed. “But my husband agreed that I would retain ownership, and he’d run the establishment. Considering that he didn’t even want me to stop by here in the evenings, I can’t imagine I’ll be here too often to see it run.” 
“Men at that hour, deep in their cups? Not an atmosphere that a Duchess need be around, that is for certain.” 
“I’m just Aelin Gala - Whitethorn - before I’m the Duchess of Wendlyn.” 
“Are they not the same?” 
“I don’t know yet.” Aelin admitted. “We’ve not been married long. I barely know - what it is like to be a Duchess.” She caught herself, remembering their lie. How they’d fallen in love in secret. How they’d gone behind her betrothed’s back. 
“It’s terribly romantic.” Lysandra said dreamily, accepting a cup of tea from the maid who had just entered the room. “You must be so thrilled to be with the man you fell for!” 
“I am.” Aelin nodded. It wasn’t technically a lie - she was thrilled to be with Rowan, but only because it meant salvation from Arobynn, not because they were in love. She did believe in true love, though. Thought that while it may not be for her, it should be for others she cared for. “You know, you said you couldn’t marry my cousin.” 
“I won’t.” 
“You didn’t say you didn’t love him, though.” 
Lysandra hesitated, her gaze dropping to her cup. “I…he’s a wonderful man.” 
“But do you love him?” 
“Of course I do.” 
“Well, then. If I can run away with a Duke to Scotland under the cover of darkness, surely you can make your way down the aisle to marry a man you love, who also loves you.” 
Lysandra stared at her for a long moment, her face coloring. “I’ll think about it.” 
“Besotted with your mistress, is it?” Rowan asked. Aedion gave him a hard look. 
“Did you not come here to accomplish something?” 
“Of course, but when the opportunity to push your buttons presents itself, why should I not partake?” 
“Here comes the club manager now. Didn’t you want to speak with him?” Aedion said, nodding toward the lobby. Rowan followed his gaze, his jaw tightening as the man came to a stop short of them. 
“Whitethorn,” the man said with surprise. Rowan nodded once. 
“Salvaterre.” 
** 
More of a filler chapter to establish a couple more settings & people in the story, we'll get more into the meat of it next time! If you know anything about historical fiction, you know that sometimes the plot gets BANANAS. That is going to happen here, too. Please strap in.
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tomtenadia · 16 hours
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Detours to You - 26
Hellooooo
Here we are with another chapter. Now this is tooth rotting fluffy. Maya gets to find out she is a big sis and well... her reaction is very Maya like. Also, Aelin and Rowan have to try and navigate the seas of "telling your kids about pregnancies and babies" Hope I made it fun.. And then of course we have the grandparents...
So well... enjoy
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The day after the wedding Rowan opened his eyes and the first thing he felt was the familiar weight of his daughter on his belly. While still single he loved sleeping belly down and a starfish spread. Now he had he had started sleeping on his back to allow his two women to use him as a pillow. 
He looked down and saw Maya on top of him, head tucked in the crook of his neck and her arms spread as if to hug him.
Aelin was sprawled on the bed with her legs draped over his, her arm reaching to cover Maya and her hair all over the place. Yes, it was always a shock to wake up that way, but he would not trade it for anything. He was happy. He kissed both their heads and with his arm he held them both.
After the wedding they had all come back a bit later and Maya had crashed in their bed so they just changed her into her pyjama and slept all together. The bed was big enough to accommodate the mayhem of limbs that the sleeping arrangement caused.
A gentle kiss on Aelin’s head and his stomach fluttered at the memory of the previous day and the news that he was becoming a dad again. He was elated and this time he would be there for every step. It was his second chance and he was not going to miss a single moment.
When he woke up from his thoughts a pair of green eyes identical to his stared back at him “morning, my elf.”
“Morning, dad!” She shouted all excited. Maybe a bit too loud for the hour, but Maya had always a lot of energy from the moment she opened her eyes. 
“Shh, mama is still resting.”
“No I am not,” she croaked, her face smashed on Rowan’s chest. Aelin then rolled over and a moment later she was running for the bathroom.
Aelin came back five minutes later and crawled in bed nested in Rowan’s arms.
“Dad, is mum ill?”
Rowan stared at Aelin and she nodded.
“Can you keep a secret for today?”
The girl nodded and Aelin rolled on her back and Rowan exposed her still flat belly. Gently he caressed it enjoying the feeling of knowing that their child was growing inside of Aelin. 
“Would you like to have a brother or a sister?”
Maya sat up and looked at her parents in excitement.
He brushed Aelin’s belly once more “See? Your mum is carrying your little sibling.”
The girl look confused and then shocked “did she eat it?”
Aelin laughed “No, my love, your sibling is growing inside me and when they are ready they will be born.”
Maya still looked confused and Aelin thought it was far too early to have the bees and flowers conversation. Rowan had confessed her that they had to order books on how to explain such topic to a child. After the elation of the news now he was panicking at the possible question that Maya might ask. 
“They are like a little fish, swimming inside mama’s belly.” Added Rowan.
“Aren’t they scared?”
“No, Maya, your sibling is safe and they are quite cozy too.”
Maya touched her mother’s stomach right where Rowan’s hand was.
“Right now they are very small, but soon they will start to grow. Just like you did.”
She looked at both of her parents “I was inside mama too?”
Aelin nodded.
“Can they hear me?”
Rowan brushed her head “not yet, but soon they will and you will feel your sibling kick as well.”
“Did mama eat the baby?”
Aelin stared at Rowan and he nodded “I love your mum very much and she loves me and together we made the baby.”
Maya was silent for a second pondering the next question for her poor parents “Can I have one too?”
This time it was Aelin’s turn to speak up “Not yet, you need to be much older, but one day, if you want you will be able to have yours too.”
Maya fell silent and then leaned her head on Aelin’s tummy “Hi, I am your big sister.”
Aelin sobbed at the scene and Rowan pulled Maya in his arms “Now, mum will be more tired and you and I need to be super nice to her.”
“I will be nice to mama.”
Rowan rolled out of bed and lifted the girl in his arms “let’s go and make breakfast.”
“Yes! I want waffles.” She quickly got free of her father’s grip and ran out of the door.
Rowan leaned over to Aelin “do you think you can eat something?” A kiss “do you really need to go to work?”
Aelin sat up “I will be fine and I can’t leave Elide alone while Lys is away.”
“Ok, do you want me and Maya to stay with you both?”
“All day at the shop? You will be bored.”
“Think about it,” a kiss on the lips “what if I make you a milkshake?”
Aelin’s arms wrapped around his neck “I will be downstairs soon.”
Once in the kitchen Eiddwen was already there busy preparing a nice Sunday breakfast “Good morning all.”
Maya ran to her grandmother ‘Nana Wen, I am going to be a big sister.” She shouted happily.
Rowan froze. Apparently the concept of not telling anyone did not apply to her grandmother. He and Aelin had planned on having all the grandparents to dinner that night and make the announcement, but Maya had other plans. 
“Rowan?”
He looked at his mum and nodded “Aelin told me yesterday. We were planning on having Evalin and Rhoe over tonight for the big reveal.”
His mum stepped closer to him and hugged him tight “another baby?”
Rowan nodded and Maya joined them “I will be a big sister.”
Eiddwen crouched down “yes, you will.”
In that instant Aelin entered the room and Rowan’s mum walked quickly to her crushing her in a hug “I am so happy for you both.”
“Maya blabbed,” added Rowan with a smile.
“Maya! It was a secret.”
“Not to nana!” Added the little girl while trying to climb on her chair.
Eiddwen laughed and started fussing over Aelin who rolled her eyes “You Whitethorn really do fuss a lot.”
“We wear it like a badge of honour.”
Rowan smiled while cooking the waffles “it must be genetic.”
“So what does this mean?”
“We are a family,” added Maya happily “I have a dad too!”
Aelin sat at her daughter’s side and pulled her closer. A soft kiss on her head and in silence she thought about how much different her life was. In the span of months she had gone from being a single mum, to this. To have the family she had imagined with Rowan. She was glad he had been pushy because seeing Maya that happy was worth all the heartache. 
“Waffles ready!”
Maya screamed and the chaos that was breakfast could eventually commence.
*
“Mum, I was going to cook!”
“Shush,” Eiddwen waved her wooden spoon at her son “Now, while Aelin is not here,” the woman started stirring “what are you intentions? You live together, have a daughter and there’s another child on their way. Surely you are going to marry the woman?”
Rowan hummed happily “The perfect proposal takes time.”
His mother gasped and threw her arms around him “You have the ring, just seal the deal.” Rowan hugged his mother back and silence fell “Dad should be here. He would have loved Maya.”
“I miss him too, Rowan, but I am sure he is very proud of you.”
“I hope so,” he kissed his mother’s head and pulled back.
“Evalin and I were just discussing a while ago having more grand-babies. I am glad we don’t have to beg.”
*
Evening arrived and when the doorbell went off Rowan went to welcome Aelin’s parents.
“Evalin, Rhoe, do come in” the couple entered the house and removed the shoes “Rowan, this house is stunning.”
“Did you get here okay?”
Rhoe nodded “your instructions were very clear. I agree and it’s a stunning location.”
Rowan agreed “I am barely on the city boundaries, most of the land around me is under the Forestry Services jurisdictions.”
“Mum is cooking and Aelin and Maya are upstairs having a bath.” He added.
Evalin disappeared in the kitchen and Rowan sat down with Rhoe “anything to drink? I have driver’s friendly drinks.”
Rhoe nodded and Rowan came back a moment later with a few options.
“So, is the return to work all going fine?”
Rowan grabbed his drink “Yes, the first few days were a bit chaos as I had to play catch up, but now it’s all fine. The commissioner and I are working on some community projects, he has been supporting me on some changes in safety protocols for some factories after the last big fire.” The hellish fire in which he almost died. He pushed the thought away “I had been at that factory a few times before the accident and I had ordered them to make some changes in storing all the chemicals.”
“What about the man who almost endangered my daughter and Maya?”
Rowan flinched “he is rotting in jail. With the police we discovered a lot of nasty things about him.” A pause “we also stopped another building nearby to be repurposed into offices. Forty five families almost were sent on the streets and some of the ones in Aelin’s building are still in temporary accommodation.”
“That is scandalous.” Rowan nodded and then was silent for an instant. He loved to talk to Rhoe and the man was always very interested in his job.
“One of the initiatives we have introduced is to raise awareness to the fact that the fire services can go to houses and do inspections, make suggestions and in general work on prevention.”
Rhoe stared at him interested “I never knew.”
Rowan nodded “It’s not very well publicised. The previous chief did not believe in it, but the number of house fires that could be prevented is staggering.” Rowan took a sip of his drink “The fire department in Wendlyn encourages it a lot and the Commissioner loved the idea.”
“Any chance you can come and have a look and our house?”
“Of course.”
They were talking and making arrangements when a little silver-haired tornado ran towards them “grampa!”
“Maya!” Rhoe grabbed his granddaughter pulling her on his legs “Grampa I am a big sister!!”
Rowan sighed. Apparently they were not allowed to have secrets with the grandparents.
Rhoe looked at Rowan in question and the man nodded “Evalin! Evalin!”
The woman came running in the living room alerted by her husband’s voice.
“Nana, I am a big sister!” Screamed Maya.
Evalin froze and Aelin appeared in that instant on the threshold.
“Aelin?”
“Yes?”
Evalin ran to her daughter “I am so happy for all of you.”
She looked at Rowan and he shrugged. 
“We were planning on a better reveal but Maya is so excited that apparently she needs to tell everyone.”
The woman grabbed Rowan’s hand and pulled him into the hug “Both of you, thank you. This is such a wonderful news.”
“Now all you have to do is to get married.” Added Rhoe deadpanned.
“Dad!” 
The man sighed “Aelin, it’s just the next logical step.” He grabbed Maya on his lap again “What do you think? Do we want mum and dad married?”
“Yes!” The girl squealed “and I want to have the rings again.”
Rowan and Aelin were silent.
“Don’t tell me that you two are still fighting on things. I thought all was resolved,” added Evalin who had sat down near her husband.
“We are not fighting,” she replied, looking at Rowan in support and he nodded.
“We are still settling in, in this new arrangement.”
“Aelin is pregnant. Looks to me you two are more than settled.”
Rowan sighed. Rhoe was right and he really was planning on proposing but he was still working on when and how. It had to be special. It had been long time coming and it meant everything to him.
Eiddwen called everyone to battle station when she announced that dinner was ready saving both Aelin and Rowan from further talks of marriages and proposals.
*
That night after the meal was over and Maya in bed, Rowan and Aelin were getting ready for bed. Rowan was already sitting under the covers, his back against the backboard and a book in his hands while Aelin was finishing to change in her night attire.
“I am sorry about my parents tonight,” she called from the ensuite bathroom.
Rowan chuckled “It’s fine, they are just excited.”
Aelin emerged a moment later with shorts and a baggy t-shirt and climbed at his side “I know but maybe be less nosey.”
He folded his arm around her waist and pulled her closer “They just want to see us happy. They know what we have been through,” a kiss on the side of her head “Unless you don’t want us to get married.”
Aelin stiffened “I do, but as you said, we are still getting adjusted to all the changes that happened so quickly.”
Rowan chuckled again “here I agree with your dad, I think we are more than settled.”
She melted in his embrace “I am overthinking again?”
“Ae,” Rowan turned Aelin towards him “there’s nothing wrong in being over cautious,” a kiss on her lips “but if I hadn’t left I would have asked you to marry me a long time ago. You are it for me.”
Aelin was silent and let the closeness to him push away all of her remaining doubts. Rowan was right “There’s no way without you, remember?”
Their song. “All the ways of my life, I’d rather be with you. There’s no way without you.” He sang to her.
Aelin hummed and pulled him down “but I want a fun proposal.”
He rolled over and kissed her “that can be arranged, m’lady.”
“Include Maya, it will make her feel important.”
Rowan smiled. All of a sudden he knew exactly how to propose to Aelin.
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stumbleonhometomycats · 8 months
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decided that my favorite book trope is when the female love interest is in mortal peril and the male main character goes absolutely fucking feral to protect her
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throughstarlitfields · 4 months
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𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮…
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧.
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𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻. 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑵.
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serien-grl-22 · 6 months
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There are two kinds of male fae love interests:
300+ years older than the girl, powerful, dark-haired, cold
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oblivionsdream · 7 months
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A new puzzle collaboration with Reverie Puzzles this time featuring the characters from Throne of Glass. It was such a delight to work with them again and I’m super proud of how this turned out. I’m definitely biased but my favorite part is probably Abraxos because he is just the best boy. 😌
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mellendraws · 9 months
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“To whatever end.”
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sydneymack · 2 days
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Aelin and Rowan - Throne of Glass
Artist: @fendersdraws
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shadowhandss60 · 1 month
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Rowan: “Are you really reading smut at the table? It’s Yulemas, we have guests.”
Aelin: “Shhhh, there’s only one bed at the inn.”
Dorian across the table, also reading: *gasp* “There’s only one bed at the inn.”
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daisybrekker · 8 months
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It's been ages since TOG finished and Rowaelin are still SJM's best main couple🔥
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highladyofterrasen7 · 2 months
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Aelin/feyre/bryce: I’m doing whatever the fuck I want
Someone: I’ll get rowan/rhys/hunt
Aelin/feyre/bryce: as if that’ll stop me
Rowan/rhys/hunt: I’m doing whatever the fuck I want
Someone: I’ll get aelin/feyre/bryce
Rowan/rhys/hunt: wait no
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yazthebookish · 9 months
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Rowan twined his fingers in hers and whispered, awe in every word, “For you, Fireheart. All of it is for you.”
Rowaelin 💚 commissioned with my super talented and good friend artoffrostandflame
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