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I Don't Want To Wait, seventy-one
rowaelin high school bff au
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TW: College admissions. Sorry if you’re going through this now! Also, I went through this a longgggggggg time ago, and I know this isn’t exactly how admissions works, so apologies for creative liberties. I was supposed to post this before Aelin's birthday, but I missed May 3. Just by two days, though, so not too shabby! Okay, lets go. Final stretch, my loves.
“What do you mean you don’t want to celebrate your birthday?” Rowan scoffed. “Ace, you love your birthday.”
Aelin stretched her arms overhead and reached to touch her toes, ignoring the way her boyfriend stared at her with his usual hawklike intensity and instead leaned into her shins, helping relieve the ache from sore and overworked muscles. Dance practices had been relentless on her body, especially with the spring showcase just a few weeks away, she seemed to be in perpetual knots always.
Well, she guessed she couldn’t just blame dance on that. She was having a hard time with everything at the moment. While her friends were smiling and laughing at their last few weeks of high school, Aelin was feeling an acute sense of panic. The weeks following spring break had melted away faster than she could process, gone in the blink of an eye, filled with an onslaught of dance practices and AP exam prep and constantly checking her inbox for that little email notification from Wendlyn. And not nearly enough Rowan, who was spending all his free time with his lacrosse team. Not only that but everyone around her seemed more excited than ever with the prospect of leaving Orynth right around the corner, but with each passing day the knot in her stomach grew tighter. Everything was a ~last~ —and she was having a hard time enjoying that. She didn’t want any of this to be her last. Why was everyone excited that time was moving so fast? Why couldn’t she just freeze right here in this moment. In this limbo things were stressful, but they were still fine. Without knowing what her fate held.
College acceptances had come rolling in, one by one, her friends grinning wildly as they opened their emails. But Aelin’s inbox remained woefully empty. So, she wanted her boyfriend to forgive her for not feeling particularly celebratory, but then again, she hadn’t discussed any of this with him for fear of making him feel guilty about it.
As she breathed into her next stretch, she turned her torso to look back at Rowan, who was still waiting patiently for her response.
“My birthday last year was a disaster,” Aelin finally replied, completely ignoring the real reason she was feeling less-than-enthused. “How quickly they forget.”
But Rowan just rolled his eyes. “That was an exception. I have a feeling that no one is going to get arrested or go to rehab this year. Usually your birthday is all you can talk about for months. Are you really telling me you haven’t planned anything? For your eighteenth birthday?” he asked. “It’s in less than a week.”
Aelin shrugged, leaning to the other side and groaning as she stretched out a particularly tender muscle.
“I just don’t want to do anything this year,” she said. “The spring dance show is in two weeks, and I’ve been practicing every night. So, for my birthday I just want the night off.” She paused. “Is that really so bad?”
“No…” Rowan said quietly, picking up his phone and furrowing his brow. She’d know that face anywhere. He looked concerned.
“What?” she snapped and immediately regretted it when she saw Rowan’s face. He didn’t deserve to be the receptacle of her stress or ire. All he wanted was to make sure she had the birthday she wanted. Her sweet, sweet Rowan. “Sorry,” she apologized quickly. “I’m just…”
“Tired?” Rowan filled in, and she nodded and lifted her arms above her head, extending them out for him. He swooped in quickly and helped her to her feet, enveloping her in a warm and comforting embrace. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered into her hair, and she could feel her tension melting away with each one of his butterfly kisses.
Aelin finally looked up at him, and his worried green eyes were staring back down at her. “I’m so tired, Ro,” she admitted as she squeezed him against her tighter. “The idea of doing something big for my birthday just seems like so much work.”
“It’s just a big one,” he replied softly. “I don’t want you to regret not celebrating.”
“And I appreciate that,” she said, letting herself melt into his chest fully. His heartbeat helped center her, and she rued the day that she wouldn’t have it there for her at a moment’s notice. “But I just want to hang out with you, eat too much chocolate cake and maybe go to sleep early.”
“So I should tell Lorcan to cancel the surprise trip to the strip club?” Rowan asked. Aelin’s head shot up, and her boyfriend’s answering smirk was telling enough.
“You almost had me there,” she said.
“He tried,” Rowan laughed, “But I shut him down pretty quickly.”
“What kind of strip club are we talking about?” she asked, causing Rowan’s worried expression to disappear, as she intended. As Rowan explained how he had to talk Lorcan off the ledge, Aelin took out her phone and needlessly refreshed her phone over and over. But her inbox remained unchanged.
. . .
“Stay calm and vote Manon and Elide as queens for prom!” Dorian shouted while shoving a rainbow flyer into a passerby’s hands. “A vote for Manon and Elide is a vote against The Man!” he continued, causing Aelin to snort into one of the crown-adorned cupcakes Maeve had contributed to the cause. Dorian had taken it upon himself to run point for Manon and Elide’s prom queen campaign and had recruited Aelin to help him during their shared free period. Not that he needed the help. Orynth High had rallied around the pair of women, and there was no doubt as to who would sweep the vote, but it was still something that Aelin could do without that horrible nauseous feeling taking over her entire body – which might have been helped by the fact that Dorian was also still waiting for a college acceptance email, and so the pair of them were happy to use lifting up their friends as a distraction. Or at least use it as a reprieve from constantly refreshing their email. He’d received a few rejections and was pinning all his hopes on one last college.
“A vote for Manon and Elide is a vote for equality!” he shouted, offering up his own plate of cupcakes to a nearby freshman, who accepted it readily.
As if they’d heard their names called, the pair rounded the corner, hand in hand, smiling softly at each other. Manon pulled away for a second as she tied up her newly dyed turquoise hair into a messy bun, causing Elide to sigh dreamily. Aelin watched as they slid their fingers tighter as they came back together and leaned into each other’s shoulders. They’d both received their acceptances to Perranth, a small liberal arts school nearby, earlier this week and the pair hadn’t stopped smiling since. Aelin was happy for her friends; honestly, she was. But that didn’t stop her stomach from churning with jealousy at the fact that they were going off into their post-high school future together.
“Oooh, are those Maeve cupcakes?!” Elide asked, eyeing the funfetti confection in Dorian’s hand. He lifted the plate, offering it up, and Elide wasted no time in grabbing it and shoving half of it into her mouth.
“Sooooo good,” she mumbled around a mouthful of crumbs. Manon rolled her eyes at her girlfriend’s enthusiasm and used one of her long nails to brush away a bit of frosting from above her lip. Unable to control herself, she swooped down and kissed the spot she’d cleaned, as if to make sure it was completely free of sugar.
“And I thought Rowan and I were disgusting,” Aelin laughed.
“You are,” her friends all said in unison, not wasting a single beat.
Aelin flipped them all off, burying her face into her own cupcake instead as Manon asked Dorian for a status update on his polling info. She was taking this extremely seriously, and it kind of warmed Aelin’s heart to see her cold friend use her ruthlessness for good. Well, for Elide’s good.
Though they were deep in conversation about numbers and which cliques were voting for whom, Dorian stopped and gasped loudly.
“What?” Manon asked, and Dorian opened his phone and showed it to them.
In bold at the top of his email inbox was a brand new email, waiting in bold from Anielle University with the subject: Dorian Havillard, Application Status.
“Oh my god, OPEN IT!” Manon shouted as she reached for the phone, but Dorian clutched it to his chest in horror.
“NO!”
“No?” Aelin asked, raising a brow in his direction.
“I can’t open this in the middle of the hallway,” he hissed. “What if it’s a rejection?”
Aelin’s chest panged with sympathy. She knew how hard Dorian had worked this year with volunteering at the hospital and all his APs to get into the college of his dreams. Aka, one far away from his father. Anielle was as far as it got, and it was a great school, too. Not to mention it was the last one he was waiting to hear from.
“Do it when you’re ready,” she said. “Don’t let these college admits pressure you,” she continued.
“Ah, fuck it,” he said. He closed his eyes tightly as he pressed the bolded link. He took a deep breath, and cracked an eye open before shutting it again. “I can’t look. Someone look for me.”
“Give me that,” Manon grumbled, pulling the phone out of Dorian’s white-knuckled grasp. As a wide smile appeared on her face, Aelin’s stomach clenched further. She knew what that look meant. “Look yourself,” Manon said, handing the phone back to Dorian, whose eyes were still clenched tightly closed.
He blindly groped for the phone before Aelin shoved it into his wandering hand. “Congrats,” she whispered, knowing what the email would say without even seeing it herself.
Dorian’s eyes shot open, darting across the screen as that very same smile she’d seen on all her friends one-by-one ripped across his face.
Aelin tried to smile back as Manon and Elide crowded him with high fives and hugs and lifted celebratory cupcakes into the air and cheersed them together. Aelin refreshed her own inbox, but there was nothing there. Of course there wasn’t. At this point she was just assuming that she would have to reapply to colleges next year and maybe do community college locally for the year. That would be fine, though. She’d continue to teach dance and maybe volunteer at the hospital some more. Get some real-life work experience. Plus, she’d have time to drive out to Wendlyn and see Rowan on the weekends, if he still wanted her to do that, of course.
“Still nothing?” Elide asked Aelin, having noticed her quiet smile.
Aelin shrugged. “I’m sure I’ll get the rejection soon,” she laughed. “I just wished they’d do it sometime soon and put me out of my misery.”
Elide reached across the table and squeezed Aelin’s tense shoulder. “I know this is going to sound patronizing, but I mean it. If they reject you, it’ll be their loss.” She paused. “Have you talked to your mom, asked her if there’s anything she can do?”
Aelin physically blanched at the mention. “No. Not since the interview debacle.” She cringed more, realizing that her mom would most-likely be calling her on her birthday in just a few days, and she’d be wondering what Aelin’s status was. And Aelin would have to admit that she as a disappointment, just as she always assumed she’d be.
Yet another reason why she would not be in the mood to celebrate turning the big one eight. She’d need a full day to recover from whatever her mom said to her. She tried to remember if Evalin had ever forgotten her birthday before. She was pretty sure she had. And those years had hurt, had made her want to celebrate her birthday even harder. But she wasn’t sure if talking to her this year would be worse than not hearing from her at all. I guess only time would tell.
Instead of wallowing in her feelings, Aelin joined the celebratory cupcake party, drowning her feelings in Maeve’s delicious buttercream frosting, and hoped yet again for a single email to arrive and put her out of her misery.
. . .
Three days later, Aelin woke up to a small nudge against her nose. Then a soft kiss to one cheek, then to her other.
“Five more minutes,” she groaned, causing the offending kisser to laugh against the soft skin of her neck as his kisses trailed down toward her shoulder. “I’m serious, Buzzard, fuck off,” she said, but it lacked any real vitriol. After all, the man of her dreams was kissing every inch of her skin as thoroughly as he could while still being gentle enough to rouse her from her dreams with ease.
“Happy Birthday, Ace” he whispered as his lips ghosted over hers.
She finally cracked her eye all the way open and couldn’t help but smile widely at the sight of Rowan kneeling beside her bed, a sparkling glint in her best friend’s eye as she came to life beneath his gaze.
“Eighteen years old,” she whispered back, her voice still hoarse from hours of sleep.
“I know you said you wanted chocolate cake,” he said, “So I considered making you my poor attempts at breakfast cake again,” he laughed, reminding her of the day she’d woken up on her sixteenth birthday and resolved herself to kiss her best friend within that year. How far away that birthday now seemed, even though it was a mere two years ago. They were different people then. They hadn’t known how much they’d go through, how much life they’d live together to come out of it in this moment on her birthday again. Together. “But I decided to do you a solid and just bring a chocolate fudge cake for breakfast. Because you’re a grownup now. And grownups eat chocolate fudge cake for breakfast.”
She loved that despite their long history that Rowan still rambled when he got nervous with her. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close, kissing him thoroughly. Her tongue slid between his lips and he groaned in response, kissing her harder and letting himself fall on top of her, despite still being on his knees.
“Maybe my first act as an official adult should be having morning sex with my boyfriend,” she mumbled against his lips, tugging him closer. He kissed her back, but shook his head and pulled away, causing her to pout sadly.
“As much as I would love that, your dad is downstairs.”
Aelin closed her eyes and stuck out her hand, revealing a thumbs down. Rowan laughed heartily, and she loved the way it made her feel dizzy.
“But we can eat some cake first,” he said, handing her a fork.
“Thanks, Rowan,” she said in a rare moment of sincerity between the two, not joking at all, and she loved the way his cheeks colored with a dark pink as his head ducked.
“I love you,” he simply replied. And though Aelin had dreaded the approach of this day, she relished in the fact that this boy – her best friend – loved her. For right now, that was good enough.
. . .
“Happy birthday, baby,” Rhoe said, enveloping Aelin into a warm hug.
Aelin quirked a brow up at her dad, who was not usually this sentimental, but she accepted the hug regardless.
“Shut up,” he said, chuckling softly as he pulled back. “It’s the last time I’m going to be with you on your birthday morning, and I deserve a hug. As a reward for getting you to eighteen at the very least. I think I did an okay job,” he said, looking her over.
“You did more than okay, Rhoe” Rowan said, pouring a large cup of coffee into Aelin’s favorite mug and then handing it to her. “You did amazing.”
“You’re already forgiven for waking me up too early,” Aelin laughed, but accepted the coffee nonetheless. “Mmmm, hazelnut,” she said, appreciating that her household had made her favorite flavor, despite not loving it themselves.
“DID I MISS IT?!” Lorcan asked, his voice breathless as he burst his way into the kitchen.
“Missed what?” Aelin asked, looking around at the empty kitchen.
“The gifting of porn and cigarettes, obviously,” Lorcan said with a wry smirk. But Aelin just rolled her eyes.
Her dad narrowed his eyes and looked at Lorcan with disdain. “You’re so lucky I like you.”
Lorcan’s grin only widened in response. “Happy eighteenth, slugger,” he laughed, handing Aelin a pile of scratch-off lotto tickets. “Don’t spend it all in one place.”
Rhoe’s lips curled into an unwitting smile as he wrapped his arm around Aelin’s shoulders, tugging her close once again.
“Dad?”
“Lorcan is being an absolute idiot, like he always is.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I know you’re still waiting for official replies, but no matter where you end up next year…” Rhoe began. “I’d like you to be able to come and visit as much as you like.”
He pulled something from his pocket and handed it to Aelin. “Happy birthday, Aelin.” He looked around the room. “From all three of us.”
Aelin looked at the men in the room, staring back at her, before processing that the thing now resting in Aelin’s hand was a key. Not just a key. But a car key.
“SHUT UP,” she said, her eyes widening. “SHUT UP!”
“I will not,” Rhoe said, but he couldn’t help but smile.
Aelin sprinted for the door before anyone could stop her, and she was practically crying as she reached the driveway where a dark green sedan waited for her.
“She’s old, but we gave her a pretty good makeover,” Rhoe said, apologetic. But Aelin knew how huge a gift this was.
“You guys did this?” she asked, and Rhoe nodded.
“One of my crew members was ready to retire it for scraps. It’s a got a fair amount of miles on it already, but we replaced all the important parts. New alternator, air filter, battery, breaks, headlights… pretty much anything that wasn’t up to code from 30 years ago.”
“Dad…” she said, running her hand over the shiny fresh coat of paint. “That must have been really expensive…”
But Rhoe simply shook his head. “It was less than I thought it’d be. The whole crew helped out during their down time, and these two bozos put in a fair amount of labor on some overnight shifts.”
Aelin’s gaze shifted to Rowan, who was pushing the toe of his sneaker into the gravel of their driveway.
“I might have lied a few times about being too tired after lacrosse to come over. Sorry,” he said, tucking his chin into his chest, and Aelin was suddenly buzzing with an warm feeling in her chest. The knot that had been there, tightening for weeks, suddenly loosened. Love. That’s what this feeling was. Just the sweetest, most incredible feeling. To be cared for like this by the people around her. So overwhelmed, she couldn’t help herself; she corralled the three most important men in her life together and widened her arms around them into a giant group hug.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She made sure to say it three times, thanking each one of them.
“Well,” Lorcan said. “Don’t you want to get in?”
Aelin squealed, throwing herself into the driver’s seat and adjusting the chair to her particular height. She breathed in the pine scented air freshener they’d hung on the rearview mirror and smiled. It was perfect.
The car was old, that was not a question. But that only added to its charm. The seats were a comfortable worn-in fabric with a pattern that reminded her of the old Terrasen airport carpet, with its greyscale geometric patterns. The dash was covered in a faux wood pattern that she recognized as being trendy decades ago, but it just made her love it more. This car had history. She’d seen things. She was well-traveled, and Aelin couldn’t wait to give her a brand-new life and explore even more. She knew they’d have many, many adventures in this car. Overhead, there was a sunroof, which she immediately opened to let in the mid-morning light, and she couldn’t help but tilt her chin into the light and let the glow warm her skin.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she finally said, lowering the window to look at her dad, who was more than pleased with his own handiwork.
But Rhoe simply scoffed at that comment. “So, are you driving us all to breakfast or what?”
Aelin grinned as Rowan pulled up a playlist titled, “A-ight-teen” and connected it to the clearly refurbished stereo system.
She laughed as the first song came on loudly – Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman – causing Rowan to grin widely, a grin that he reserved solely for her. Their matching smiles morphed into guffaws as Rhoe and Lorcan folded their hulking, tree-like bodies into the backseat, squeezing into the cramped sedan with no complaints.
“To Maeve’s?” Aelin asked.
“Yes, Jeeves,” Rhoe said in a ridiculous fancy accent, causing them to break into laughter again.
. . .
“SURPRISE!”
Aelin literally jumped as her friends popped up from behind the counter of Maeve’s. She glared at her dad and Rowan, who had clearly planned this, despite her specifically telling them she hadn’t wanted to celebrate her birthday with a party. I mean, had she known she was going to see more than just Maeve she would have at least put some makeup on!
As if reading her mind, Rowan wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered, “You look beautiful.”
She frowned but accepted the compliment and a long kiss. As they parted, Aelin was swept into a number of excited hugs from all her favorite people. Manon, Elide, Dorian, Chaol, Lysandra, and Aedion circled around her, and she gasped as Aedion stepped in, surprising her with a bear hug and lifting her off the ground. They were causing a bit of a ruckus, especially with Lorcan making his own rounds saying hi to everyone he hadn’t seen in a few months, so Maeve quickly ushered them all out to the back patio where she’d set up a special table, and Aelin couldn’t help but moan with pleasure at the plates stacked high with all her favorite breakfast foods.
“…stuffed French toast, maple cured bacon, cinnamon rolls with extra frosting…” Maeve started listing, pointing along the table at the overly filled table.
“Anything for someone who doesn’t want to go into diabetic shock?” Rhoe laughed.
“Cheesy scrambled eggs, potato hash, bagels, and toppings for breakfast tacos,” she said, pointing out all the savory options on the table, too.
“Yummmm,” Aelin groaned, her eyes practically rolling back into her head with pleasure at her first bite of French toast, despite having a chocolate cake appetizer barely an hour earlier.
“I think she’s fine with the surprise,” Rhoe snorted, elbowing Rowan, who practically jumped out of his chair, tearing his eyes away from Aelin’s mouth.
Manon cackled with glee. “As if we would let the birthday queen not celebrate her birthday. It’ll probably be the last time.”
A round of awwwws went around the table, but instead of the tightening Aelin would usually in her stomach, her panic was abated by Rowan’s fingers lacing with hers beneath the table. He squeezed, as if to silently say, I’m here and I know and I love you. And Aelin let the familiar feeling of his callused finger pads calm her quickly. As he drew circles on the back of her palm, she couldn’t help but think at how different this birthday was from the one only two years ago – the one where she’d planned to tell Rowan her feelings and chickened out. She remembered the way he’d simply sat in the corner, watching her socialize, and she wondered what would have happened if she’d told him then – would they still have ended up together? Or did they need to go through… everything in order to get to where they needed to be today.
Looking at the way he made conversation with everyone from Lorcan to Lysandra, something shifted inside her. This man would one thousand percent have rather been alone with her all day, but he also knew that – despite her protests – she did actually want to celebrate with her friends. Because he knew her. Fully. And that’s when she knew without a doubt that regardless of what happened between them two years ago, ten years ago, or ten years from now, Rowan would always be with her, silently loving her and helping her be her best self.
Aelin gulped, that knot that had abated earlier suddenly tightening in her stomach again. She had been so panicked for so many months about every moment being the last, progressively becoming more stressed as each of her friends discovered what their future held, while she still didn’t. But what was shockingly clear all of a sudden is that she did know what her future held. I mean, sure, she didn’t know where she’d end up or what she’d end up studying or exactly what her life would look like, but she knew that Rowan would be there by her side no matter what.
She almost laughed at herself. Wasn’t that what he’d been saying to her over and over and over? Why did it take until this moment to make her believe that?
“Presents?” Maeve suggested, and though Aelin nodded and smiled through each one, her mind was elsewhere, thinking about what she needed to talk about with Rowan tonight. Her stomach flipped – although she wasn’t entirely sure that couldn’t be blamed on the copious amounts of sugar she was consuming and her never-emptying mug of coffee.
“You okay, Fireheart?” Rhoe asked, nudging her ankle from across the table.
“Yup,” she answered, forcing a smile back onto her face and actually meaning it for the first time in a while. “Too much frosting,” she laughed, patting at her overly full stomach. Rhoe simply returned her laugh and handed the plate of frosted cinnamon rolls to the other end of the table where Dorian accepted it eagerly. And though she continued to open her presents and bask in the love of her friends and family around her, Aelin couldn’t wait to get Rowan alone.
. . .
“Did you have a good birthday?” Rowan asked, fluffing the pillows on the ground as Aelin gathered a warm quilt and pulled it over their makeshift bed. It’d been months since it was warm enough to go up to Maeve’s rooftop, but it felt like the perfect place to end the day.
“It’s not over yet,” Aelin said, snuggling into his side.
Rowan looked at his phone. “You’re right. You have ninety more minutes to celebrate. How do you want to commemorate your eighteenth year of life?”
Aelin raised her brow. “You think I brought you up here just to talk?”
Rowan snorted and pulled her closer. “You’re a menace. Come on, talk to me. I’ve seen your brain working a million miles an hour all day.”
Aelin looked up. “How do you do that?”
Rowan shrugged. “Do what?”
“Read my mind,” she said. “It’s spooky sometimes. I feel like you know things before I say them out loud allllll the time.”
Rowan chuckled. “I wish I could read your mind,” he said, tapping the side of her temple gently. “Now, come on. Tell me what’s going on.”
The words were on the tip of her tongue when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She’d been so distracted all day that for the first time in weeks, Aelin hadn’t spent every minute of every day refreshing her inbox.
She froze, and then her heart took off in a gallop, racing until she felt shaky with adrenaline. Sure enough, as she pulled the phone up, it was lit up with an email alert from Wendlyn University. Re: Aelin Galathynius Admission Status.
“Oh fuck,” Aelin whispered. Rowan’s eyes darted to the screen, and he shot up, sitting up too quickly and knocking Aelin off him.
“Are you gonna check it?” he asked, but even as Aelin clicked into her inbox, she couldn’t press it. The email that would tell her whether she and Rowan were going to end up at the same school for the next four years. And then, suddenly, she knew what she had to say. And she had to say it before she opened up that email and revealed her fate. Because her fate could only be one thing. One person, really.
She placed her phone down and looked Rowan straight in the eyes and said with as much conviction as she possibly could, “I think we should get married.”
#idwtw au#rowaelin#tog fic#throne of glass fic#tog fanfic#rowaelin fanfic#charincharge writes#rowan x aelin#weeewooooo#throne of glass#throne of glass fanfic
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List of Active Rowaelin Writers!
So instead of a google doc, I decided to make this list more easy to access and put it all on here! I went ahead and compiled it all myself, but if you're missing or if you know of someone who's missing, please let me know!!
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@backtobl4ck
@charincharge
@elentiyawhitethorn
@emilyoftheshadows
@goddess-aelin
@gracie-rosee
@heirofflowers
@highqueenofelfhame
@house-of-galathynius
@imaginedhaven
@julemmaes
@justreadertings
@leiawritesstories
@letstakethedawn
@live-the-fangirl-life
@llyncooljones
@louiseleblancdiggory
@manonblaqkbeak
@morganofthewildfire
@punkassbookjockey26
@rhysandswhore
@rowaelinrambling
@rowanaelinn
@sassyhobbits
@shyvioletcat
@slytherhys
@snelbz
@starseternalnighttriumphant
@talkfantasytome
@the-regal-warrior
@thegreyj
@theladyofdeath
@thewraithsofmorhogg
@tomtenadia
@westofmoon
@whimsicallyreading
@wordsafterhours
@writtenonreceipts
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people you'd like to get to know better
I've got a bunch of new mutuals and I've been wanting to get to know more people on here, so I decided I'd start one of these and tag those of you who I haven't talked to before! absolutely no pressure to respond, this is just how my mind has decided to fill the time in a rare evening with no homework
song on repeat: good luck babe! by chappell roan, I'm obsessed
last movie: 10 things I hate about you, a rewatch
last show: still working my way through the west wing
current hyperfixation: honestly probably the nhl playoffs, except it's a mixture of excitement and dread
last thing you googled: how to get stickers off of book covers - I ordered a book secondhand and it showed up as an ex-library book covered in labels (the secret is to use a hair dryer, apparently)
tagging: @sunshineforjean @lindholmline @frentfrederic @abracazabka @tiredsunrisesmeta @jostenlovesminyard @charincharge
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Rowaelin Writers Appreciation Post
trying to spread the love for rowaelin writers tonight, so here's a list I cobbled together of writers who make absolutely wonderful contributions to the fandom. This is by no means a comprehensive list! This is made by my late night brain here, so I know I missed a lot of people. If you want a comprehensive list, check out the masterlist I made
But here are just some wonderful writers I can think of, and I just want to thank all of you fanfic writers out there for what you do for us, and what you offer us.
I know it's difficult when you don't get as many notes as you hoped for, or as many comments as you hoped for, i fall into the same trap a lot, thinking that no one cares about what i post, but that's not true! There are so many people out there who appreciate what you do, me included, and i just want to emphasize that!
And readers! Try to show a little love, if you don't already. Interaction is what fuels us as writers, it's what shows us that what we post is wanted, and while everyone says to write for yourself, it's a little difficult to find the motivation when you think no one is reading what you're putting so much time into.
So put yourself out there! Don't feel embarassed, even a reblog or just a heart emoji means the world ❤️
Fun idea: comment on this post with your favorite rowaelin fic you've read recently!! spread the love!
to end this post, i'd like to just emphasize my gratitude, from the bottom of my heart, that i feel for everyone in the fandom, writers, artists, readers alike. Thank you for making this little corner of tumblr a great place to be in!!!
@whimsicallyreading
@rowanaelinn
@leiawritesstories
@elentiyawhitethorn
@tomtenadia
@backtobl4ck
@highqueenofelfhame
@house-of-galathynius
@manonblaqkbeak
@shyvioletcat
@westofmoon
@live-the-fangirl-life
@writtenonreceipts
@the-regal-warrior
@heirofflowers
@imaginedhaven
@punkassbookjockey26
@rowaelinrambling
@thewraithsofmorhogg
@snelbz
@theladyofdeath
@starseternalnighttriumphant
@alifletcher2012
@talkfantasytome
@letstakethedawn
@gracie-rosee
@ladykreads
@charincharge
@llyncooljones
@louiseleblancdiggory
@sassyhobbits
@seasonofthewicth
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Will you continue the rowalin fic? I just love how you wrote them so much
Haha I don’t like doing sequels cus I suck at it (as you can see from my repertoire) 😭 but thank you! I’m not a huge tog writer, those were the only two requests for tog in my inbox from like 3 years ago and I hadn’t read the books in a while so that was a shot in the dark for me 🙈 but I can point you to @charincharge and @highqueenofelfhame whom I know has written/are currently writing tog!
#asks#way better chance at finding better and more consistent tog writing from them lol#I kinda checked out during the last book cus my patience was at 0 🙈#def do feel free to tag other tog writers
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Book Stack
So this is the first time I’ve done this but I was randomly inspired to make a book stack for the fics I’ve read recently! Most of them are ToG, I think one ACoTaR, all of them I’ve read in the past few weeks, whether I read the whole thing or just the most recent updates. I might also do more at some point! Here are the fics that made it on the stack:
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Slipped Away by @rowanaelinn
Same Time Thursday by @morganofthewildfire
Misery Business by @sassyhobbits
Lover Like Me by @mmvalentine
Illicit Affairs by @rowanaelinn
I Don’t Want To Wait by @charincharge
Easier Than Lying by @heirofflowers
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Heads Up 7 Up
Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people to do the same.
i was tagged by @late-to-the-fandom thanks so much for the tag babes!! 🥺🖤🖤
"Maybe you've summoned a demon here to possess me. Maybe you're keeping a witch locked up there to curse me and my entire bloodline." Jude shrugs. "How am I to know?"
Cardan pauses in front of what is presumably the attic door, which stands starkly at the top of the stairs with its chipped white paint and ornate iron handle, like something from a horror novel. It's even resting slightly ajar, and Jude can see, coming from inside the room, a trembling orange glow that reminds her of seances.
Creepy, she thinks with wide, full-moon eyes.
Cardan turns, giving her an incredulous look. "My dear, you are by far the most terrifying thing in this house," he says, then bumps the door open with his hip.
tagging @jurdanhell @burn-my-kruge @booksandlewks @clockworkgraystairs @kevin-day-is-bi @lavenderlemonrose @charincharge no pressure! 🖤
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Positivity Tag Game
Thanks for the tag, @macabremoons! :D Gently tagging @asomeoneperson @breath-of-eternity @crowandmoonwriting @camillenrose @daughter-of-inklings and anyone else who wants to join!
1. What motivates you to write?
Pretty much anything! It might happen spontaneously or be from music, movies, books, random things that happen, etc.
2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)
"The statue stood tall and proud above the crowd, her expression soft and sorrowful, reaching up as if trying to grasp the stars above."
3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?
Ev and Kei. 100% Ev and Kei. They're just so fun to write and I love coming up with little interactions between them. Ev is pretty quiet and reserved, while Kei is more outgoing.
4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?
Reading the finished drafts :') But seriously, I love actually writing. Just seeing the words come pouring out onto the page and knowing that I made that.
5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)
Probably descriptions? I definitely have some dialogue ones that I am so proud of though.
6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?
Everyone is so friendly here!! I also love how willing everyone is to talk about their WIPs and really enjoy reading about what everyone else is writing.
7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)
Nothing specific? I write in my Notes app.
8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)
I really like the worldbuilding I did for the deities. How their lives and deaths work, the afterlives for each world, etc.
9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?
Don't be discouraged. It’s okay to step away for a while and take a break if you want to.
10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters
@charincharge @shyvioletcat @wraiths-of-morhogg @asomeoneperson
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so.
i have returned, albeit for a very short period of time, but for now, here’s chapter 3 of (un)welcome back? only an AO3 link for now, eventually I’ll post properly on tumblr.
*also kindly ignore the tense change from past to present, i have no energy to go back and fix the other chapters*
taglist (sorry if this is just a spam notification for you guys, i’m working off of tags from two years ago, so just message me if you want to be removed)
@feysand-loml
@scatterbrainedgirl
@thecrispypotatochip
@highladysith
@charincharge
@angelofmusic81
@suppengott
@ousttwothirty
@thebonecarver
@feysandandnyxsworld
@rhysandswingspan
@angelofmusic81
@tillyrubes10
@live-the-fangirl-life
@rapunzel1523
@inejsarrow
@fireheartwhitethorn4ever
@qu33nofroses3
@pagemasters
@nicolivesinbooks
@elentiyawhitethorn
@ratabrasileira
@amaranthas-whores
@tsedkilove
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👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?
🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).
📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?
thank u for sending me something 🥹
i don’t think i have anything that i intentionally am not sharing, it’s more of like. it’s unfinished and i’m stuck so it just probably won’t get posted. my original that i’m working on that’s derived from FAFS probably won’t? as much as i would love to publish it i don’t know how it would do on the actual market. as much as i love it i just don’t know how likely it is? if that makes sense? so who knows lol
my number one comfort fic is cruel summer by @charincharge. that bitch owns my heart and i do rereads every so often (i’m due for one soon)
right now i am LOVING all the comments on ciwyw. the response has just been absolutely amazing. but i would be lying if comments on fafs don’t mean something entirely special to me. maybe because it’s dark and angsty and when people read it and have fun reading it and express their theories and ideas and like people letting me know aelin’s mental health is relatable or loving their relationship in it or that they’ve cried. it’s just really special. but ciwyw reactions also bring me so much serotonin i can’t even begin to explain
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It seems like you're a big friends to lovers fan so I'm going to ask if you have some book rec with this trope and with a lot of angst?
ohhh i have one in mind right now, not a lot unfortunately because authors don’t usually love that trope, but it’s like…. basically just angst. with some happy moments but it’s also not a good end, it had me sobbing more than for my exams
Anyway the title is If He Had Been With Me by Laura Nowlin. It’s one of my only 6 five stars of 2021! Even if the ending is heartbreaking i love this book so so much
unfortunately i don’t find a lot of best friends to lovers around so :(( i have others but they aren’t very angsty
But in Rowaelin’s fics, Noisy Neighbour by @thewraithsofmorhogg and I Don’t Want To Wait by @charincharge are so angsty at the beginning but amazing and both made me physically sick because of the angst…. true masterpieces
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I posted 1,396 times in 2022
That's 470 more posts than 2021!
53 posts created (4%)
1,343 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@ambpersand
@charincharge
@slightlyrebelliouswriter23
@morganofthewildfire
@captain-jackson
I tagged 332 of my posts in 2022
#the rookie - 73 posts
#tim bradford - 73 posts
#chenford - 73 posts
#lucy chen - 71 posts
#llyncooljones' writing - 42 posts
#aelin galathynius - 37 posts
#rowan whitethorn - 37 posts
#my writing - 31 posts
#tog - 30 posts
#my fic - 29 posts
Longest Tag: 131 characters
#in ww1984 i was like fuck saving the world you got ur mans girl live with him on a secret island and say fuck the rest of the world
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
that fourth firework's explosion - elucien.
ao3|| masterlist || elucien masterlist || wishing you a very smutty holiday masterlist
word count: 9845
trigger warnings: language, smutty, smutty goodness.
taglist: in all my benevolence, i've decided to tag creators of elucien content in this one... hope you don't mind. @moononastring, @moodymelanist, @helion-ism, @live-the-fangirl-life, @writtenonreceipts.
their bedroom, six in the morning.
They hadn’t set their alarms last night.
That was lie, her husband absolutely had. He was ridiculous about it.
It was set up automatically on his phone, but every night he would reset it. Double, triple, quadruple check it. He really hated to be late.
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#4
peace in the noise - rowaelin month day fourteen.
ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist
prompt: CANON WEEK: what if... nothing bad ever happened, and they met organically. pain-free, just vibes set in the 'canon' universe.
word count: 1229
trigger warnings: language, alcohol.
tag list: @rowaelinscourt @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @elentiyawhitethorn @rowanaelinn @autumnbabylon @leiawritesstories @backtobl4ck
a bar in varese, the evening.
Aelin was turning thirty.
Three, zero.
It was pretty fucking insignificant, people she knew were turning nine-hundred and thirty this year. But, having been brought with the knowledge that she might not settle, that she might not live past eighty-five, had made her more appreciative of her years.
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#3
drag me out to sea, set me free - throne of glass anniversary day six.
ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin masterlist || throne of glass anniversary masterlist
word count: 4057
trigger warnings: language, mentions of her trauma, smutty smutty goodness.
tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel @autumnbabylon @rowaelinscourt
skull’s bay, their room, after elena’s visit.
“They dispersed then, Aelin and Rowan slipping off to their own room.”
Fire pounded through Aelin’s veins at such speed, with such power, she deemed it a miracle of her newfound heritage that she had not yet exploded into shreds of herself.
In her mind, scrambled as it was after the night’s amorous events and Elena’s decidedly annoying visit, she knew her intactness was to be dedicated to the strong fae warrior a little to the side, a little behind her.
She knew it was the strength he lent to her so easily, that kept her from screaming and shouting. She knew it was the solid mass of him at her back that kept her from collapsing onto her weak knees. She knew it was the feel of him at her neck that kept her from crying an endless river of tears.
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#2
no fucking in the office - rowaelin month day eleven.
ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist
prompt: work rivals au
word count: 6633
trigger warnings: language, smut, nsfw, incredibly smutty. mentions of drugs and alcohol
tag list: @rowaelinscourt @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @elentiyawhitethorn @autumnbabylon @leiawritesstories @backtobl4ck
the office, early morning.
Glaring at Rowan Whitehorn was Aelin’s favourite thing to do. Something about narrowing her eyes, wrinkling her nose that little bit, and channelling all the hate and anger and dislike and distrust and (just in general) horrible feelings his way, satisfied a deep and yawning hunger inside of her.
So, she did.
Simple as.
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My #1 post of 2022
tell me how you really feel - elorcan.
ao3 || masterlist || elorcan masterlist
word count: 3240
trigger warnings: language, innuendo, slight sexual content.
tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel @autumnbabylon @letstakethedawn
her apartment, early hours of the morning.
Elide knows she shouldn’t have done it. She isn’t an idiot. She isn’t slow, nor is she stupid. She’s got a little dose of anxiety but that certainly isn’t enough to prompt her to screw up on such a massive scale.
It all started early one Saturday morning. And when she says early, she means at four in the morning in the college library whilst they are both starving themselves of sleep revising for exams that are in little more than seventy-two hours.
one year and two months ago, the library, four in the morning.
The words are blurring on the page, and she really isn’t sure whether the words she’s reading are about early childhood brain development, or whether they’re about the risk the lack of parental security poses for children in the foster care system.
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
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Rowaelin Masterlist Update!
Hello everyone!! When I fist made the rowaelin masterlist, I was in a position to be able to handle it mostly myself, since I was at home for the summer without much going on, but now that I'm back in college, my life is a little more hectic and it's getting kind of overwhelming!
So... I figured I would change the access so everyone can edit it!
This way, if you have fics that you would like to be on the list, you can add them yourself!!
Link is HERE
The goal of this masterlist was to create a place where everyone can go to find every fic out there, hopefully getting more exposure for some newer writers, and also helping out newer readers who don't know where to start!
I have an organization method on there that I hope is pretty easy to understand and to follow! I'm super excited to see everyone's additions! (I have to update my own list lol)
tagging every rowaelin writer I can think of: (please tag everyone you can think of that I missed!)
@rowanaelinn
@leiawritesstories
@tomtenadia
@elentiyawhitethorn
@live-the-fangirl-life
@writtenonreceipts
@whimsicallyreading
@westofmoon
@imaginedhaven
@shyvioletcat
@thewraithsofmorhogg
@theladyofdeath
@snelbz
@punkassbookjockey26
@imaginedhaven
@highqueenofelfhame
@starseternalnighttriumphant
@backtobl4ck
@thegreyj
@justreadertings
@house-of-galathynius
@readingbubble
@llyncooljones
@foreverfallingforthestars
@goddess-aelin
@slytherhys
@the-regal-warrior
@wordsafterhours
@heirofflowers
@charincharge
@letstakethedawn
@talkfantasytome
@manonblaqkbeak
@rowaelinrambling
@sassyhobbits
#rowaelin#throne of glass fanfiction#rowaelin fanfiction#throne of glass#rowaelin au#throne of glass au#rowan x aelin
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I posted 1,607 times in 2022
162 posts created (10%)
1,445 posts reblogged (90%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@elentiyawhitethorn
@leiawritesstories
@morganofthewildfire
@rowanaelinn
@charincharge
I tagged 459 of my posts in 2022
#ask - 92 posts
#self reblog - 69 posts
#ask game - 56 posts
#anon - 30 posts
#moodboard - 30 posts
#tbr - 20 posts
#fic rec - 16 posts
#my writing - 12 posts
#writtenonreceipts - 10 posts
#you’re a mystery to me - 10 posts
Longest Tag: 126 characters
#i think the way you’re doing it now is fine but you could always say ‘there’s going to be ___ in most chapters so be prepared’
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Mirror Mirror
CW: language
AN: cute fluff piece placed somewhere in canon based on this post
Fluff//1180 words
Rhys rolled over, his arms rising above his head as he stretched and let out a long yawn.
“Has dearest High Lord Rhysand finally completed his beauty sleep for the afternoon?”
Rhys popped one eye open to find his mate seated at the desk in their bedroom, scrawling some notes on a stack of papers. Since the end of the war Feyre had taken on a great deal of their newly shared responsibilities. Rhys knew that while she had the dedication and the loyalty to be a more than deserving High Lady, she hadn’t had any training for the job and was adjusting to the administrative aspects of it. Still, she worked day and night to get things done without complaint, though Rhys could see the relief shining in her eyes whenever a break presented itself.
“Good morning, darling,” Rhys rasped.
Feyre sent him a smirk as she wrote another line.
Rhys’ foggy head began to clear from the haze of sleep and he sat up. He didn’t miss Feyre’s wayward glance as the sheets fell, revealing his bare torso and nearly what was below, and he grinned.
Noticing his amusement, Feyre rolled her eyes. “I was just about to wake you. You and Cassian are supposed to be sparring in twenty minutes.”
“I’m so happy to have you reminding me, darling. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She raised a delicate eyebrow. “Cauldron only knows how you managed all those centuries before you met me. Go get dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Rhys gave his mate a small salute.
Feyre glared at the gesture, but there was no bite to it.
He climbed out of bed, pressed a kiss to Feyre’s temple, and sauntered into the bathroom to wash up.
It was only when he was dressed in his fighting leathers and ready to leave that Rhys realized something had seemed different about Feyre this morning. Her hair? Clothes? Rhys couldn’t place a finger on it, but all of a sudden he was wracking his brain to picture his mate’s face and think of what had been off this morning.
Maybe he hadn’t had enough beauty sleep. Rhys shook off the nagging sensation that something was different and left their home.
—
“Did he say anything?”
Feyre glanced up from the neat stack of paperwork she’d just gone through and organized.
Azriel stood in the doorway to her bedroom, having arrived without notice as usual. He was casually leaning against the doorframe in leathers that told Feyre he’d been working out, his sword hanging from his waist.
Feyre frowned and looked back down.
A soft chuckle left Azriel and Feyre scowled. She grabbed a jeweled necklace off her desk and tossed it at the male without comment.
“I told you he wouldn’t.”
Feyre looked back up and crossed her arms. “I really need to stop talking bets with you.”
“Indeed. I’d also advise against having this much faith in Rhysand while he’s still half asleep.”
Feyre sighed. “Maybe so, but with the number of comments I’ve gotten about my dazzling, stunning, breathtaking blue-grey eyes, you’d think he’d notice they were green today.”
Azriel’s lips turned upward. “Maybe you could try something a little more extreme tomorrow to teach your mate a lesson for paying his lovely mate so little attention.”
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#4
congrats on 550!! For whichever ship that sings to you, but maybe elorcan?
“ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor. “
Secrets and Surgery
CW: language, drug use (for a surgery), mentions of blood
AN: The only elorcan I’ve written so far has been for yamtm but I’ve been wanting to do more so I’m glad I got this prompt! Thanks babe <3 Also, I currently do not have a tag list for elorcan, so maybe let me know if you want to be tagged? I can’t promise I’ll write them too frequently but I’m sure I’ll do more at some point so :)
Fluff//3285 words
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I definitely do.”
“You definitely don’t.”
“I most certainly do. Shut up and stop arguing with me.”
Elide pouted. “I feel so bad asking you.”
An eye roll was all she got in response to that.
“It’s just!” Elide sighed. “I know we’re not super close and this is a lot to ask—”
“Let me stop you write there, Lochan, before you deafen me with your little spiel about what a monster you are for asking me.” Lorcan crossed his arms. “You’re having your wisdom teeth taken out, not getting a kidney removed. All I have to do is drive you there, sit in the waiting room with my laptop and a book for a couple hours, then drive you home and make sure you’re icing your face and eating mush. I work from home so I can just have my laptop up while I sit with you, it’s not a big deal.”
“I guess not,” Elide said. “I would have asked Aelin if she’d been in town, though—”
Lorcan interrupted her yet again. “I know you would have, but she’s not, and I’m here, and I don’t mind.” He smirked. “Besides, watching you high on whatever drugs they give you will make it so worth it. Maybe I’ll get to hear some juicy secrets if you’re loopy enough.”
That. That right there. The whole what if I tell him something embarrassing while I’m hyped up on laughing gas thing was why Elide had started backtracking as soon as she’d asked Lorcan this favor. And she wasn’t concerned with sharing a humiliating story or doing a funky dance in front of him. Well, okay, maybe Elide was a little bit worried about that.
But mostly, Elide was petrified that she wouldn’t be able to hold back the fact that she had a huge crush on the man sitting before her. How would she manage a day with Lorcan, on drugs, and not let that slip?
“But still…” Elide started, desperately searching for an alternative.
“But what? Are you going to drive yourself home while high and dripping blood?”
Elide shrugged. If that was what it took, she wanted to say, but she figured voicing that opinion wouldn’t help her case.
“Listen.” Lorcan’s tone turned more serious. “You were always there when I needed you. Let me repay the favor.”
Elide blinked, entirely unprepared for him to say anything like that. She knew she’d supported him after his parents had passed away last year, but she hadn’t realized how much that had meant to Lorcan.
“Okay,” she rasped.
And all of a sudden, there was no going back.
—
“You are a baaaaaad nurse.”
Lorcan lifted his head from his book and watched as Yrene, the doctor’s assistant who had introduced herself the them prior to the surgery, rolled Elide through the doorway.
Yrene gave Elide an amused glance as she rolled the wheelchair out. “Why’s that?”
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#3
@rowanaelinn just inspired a rant about Aedion Ashryer so here we go
Aedion is so sweet, he cares about everything and everyone, maybe more than he’d like. He really feels everything and the way he thinks is just so realistic to me. He’s gone through so much trauma that seems to be discounted by a lot of people—losing his mother, later his cousin, aunt & uncle, friends, and home, being forced into a war he didn’t want, being forced to turn into a murderer for the very tyrant who killed his family, and so much more. Aelin herself told Rowan if he was truly working for the king she wouldn’t blame him for it one bit after everything that had happened. Despite this, Aedion still resisted as best as he could. As soon as Aelin saved him and reentered his life, he backed her. He fought by her side every step of the way. With Lysandra, he was always kind and as much as he grew to care about her, he never pushed anything on her because of what she’d gone through as a prostitute. In general, Aedion was just always compassionate and kind, and ruthless to the people who threatened his loved ones. He is one of the most realistic people I’ve read about in the way he processes situations and handles stress. He’s very loyal to the people who mean a lot to him and wouldn’t betray them for the world.
One of the main things I see people hating on Aedion for is the way he treated Lysandra after Aelin was taken by Maeve, so here are my thoughts on that:
Do I understand why he acted like that? Of course. His cousin had been kidnapped and he spent each day not knowing whether she was still alive or not. To add onto that, he’d spent years and years of his life believing the same beloved cousin to be dead. Losing her all over again was traumatizing beyond imagination. Instead of having time to grieve properly, he had to spend his time organizing soldiers and fighting a war, which gave him no time to properly decompress and work through his emotions. Lysandra, being the only one to know of Aelin’s plan, and who also did nothing about it, was the natural target for his despair. She made a decision to follow Aelin’s lead that resulted in Aelin gone, and without Aelin there to be mad at personally, Lys was by far the most obvious person to blame because people who lose someone do, always, love to find someone to blame. Especially Aedion in this case, who felt a lot of responsibility for his younger cousin and felt he had failed her in not protecting her properly. Wanting to blame someone is a natural response when one blames themself, which Aedion most certainly did considering how much responsibility he takes on for everyone. Basically, I would have been shocked if all that played out and Aedion wasn’t pissed off with Lysandra.
Does all this explanation mean I condone his behavior? Absolutely not! It was a crappy way to treat someone and Aedion never should have taken his frustration out on Lys, especially in the cruel, humiliating ways he did. It was a horrible thing to do. People debate about whether Lys was right to follow Aelin’s plan, and I personally agree with what she did and support her all the way, but regardless of whether what she did was right, no one should be treated that way. But everyone—especially people under that much stress—make mistakes, which is a common theme with Aedion. Like Aelin, he feels a lot of anger at the world, and when there’s nowhere to funnel it he lashes out and makes poor decision. Exactly like his cousin, as evidenced by six books of Aelin screwing people over and being an asshole—yet pretty much everyone here loves her the same. To add on to a rationale of his actions, Aedion also made the effort to beg for forgiveness. And while that’s absolutely up to you whether or not to accept him after that, it is canon that Lys forgave him. Despite the way she was treated by him, she was willing to give him a second chance, which I think says more about it alone than all the paragraphs I’ve written thus far.
To sum it up, I love Aedion Ashryver with all my heart not because he’s perfect but because he isn’t and I hope he spends the rest of his life happy and healthy and surrounded by people he loves.
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My #1 post of 2022
You Belong with Me
Based on the Taylor Swift song
CW: language, a little kissing
AN: I’ve been working on this for a damn long time and I was having a lot of trouble with it but thanks to @rowaelinismyotp’s proofreading and suggestions this finally made it to you all (thank you so much Anna)
Masterlist//4955 words
“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean it like that.”
Aelin glanced up, eyeing the door curiously.
“Seriously, Lyria, I only meant—” A pause. “No, but—”
Aelin held her breath as she listened to the barely audible voice of her best friend.
“I was joking, Lyr, I wasn’t trying to offend you. I’m sorry.”
Aelin furrowed her brow and averted her gaze back to her schoolwork, but her eyes glazed over, making it impossible not to continue eavesdropping.
“I can’t, I’m at Aelin’s right now.” Rowan sighed. “We’re just doing schoolwork. I need to go.”
Aelin couldn’t make out what Lyria was saying, but she was angry enough that Aelin could hear her voice on the phone through the door. She frowned and stabbed her pencil at her paper angrily.
The only reason Aelin didn’t tell Rowan how she felt was because she wanted him to be happy. Well, also because she was a coward. But mostly for his sake. And yet, what good did it do if Rowan wasn’t happy with his girlfriend? He may think he was, but Aelin knew him better than he knew himself.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow. Love you.”
A wave of numbness washed over Aelin.
He had not said that before. He had never said that before. And Rowan told her everything, which meant she should have known if he’d said “I love you” to Lyria.
This could not be happening.
Aelin squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off tears. The doorknob creaked and Aelin opened them once more, leaning over her binder and summoning a look of concentration.
Rowan stepped in and shut the door behind him.
“Hey.”
Aelin looked up and smiled happily, no trace of upset on her face.
“Hey. Everything okay?”
Rowan’s smile dimmed slightly. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a misunderstanding.”
Aelin nodded and smiled harder, ignoring the false tone in his voice. She patted the bed beside her, and Rowan climbed on the mattress, sprawling out and picking up a pencil.
Now that Rowan was off the phone, Aelin turned the music back up. Noticing the song and remembering Lyria’s eyeroll upon hearing Aelin listen to it last week, Aelin turned it up farther.
And in addition to spiting that bitch who’d clawed her way into Aelin’s life, maybe the noise would help drown out the roaring in her head.
It was a win-win.
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I posted 14,823 times in 2022
That's 3,888 more posts than 2021!
648 posts created (4%)
14,175 posts reblogged (96%)
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#fae shit - 1,703 posts
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#my writing - 655 posts
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#like i want to say more but i'm working and my brain is just !!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ that's the only thing i can think rn :')
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Jurdan proposals be like 😌💍✨
394 notes - Posted November 4, 2022
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i think the fact that cardan annotated one of his books for school is not talked about enough. hes such a bookworm and i love it so much
yes yes yes!!! this is kinda why i don't really vibe with the "Cardan is a himbo" take. like the man annotates his books and has been known to read voraciously to get what he wants. no part of that screams "head empty" to me.
of course, everyone is welcome to envision Cardan howsoever they please. and i think himbo!Cardan can certainly be a fun play on his character. it's all for the bantz, and i'm not mad at that.
but personally, i see Cardan as exceptionally intellectual. so intellectual, in fact, that it's really most of why he's so intimidating.
because here's the thing: he doesn't have much of a physical intimidation factor. he can't wield a sword or weapon of any kind. he hasn't learned to fight, not in the proper sense at least. the most he can do is like... flip a coin over his knuckles, steal the ring off your finger without you noticing, and demolish you in a fashion competition.
and i guess he can put you in a chokehold if you're rude to his queen lmfao.
he also could use magic to intimidate, if he wanted to. he could ensorcel mortals to get what he wanted, if he wanted to. but most of what we've seen of him using magic of any kind is to protect Jude, not scare/harm people.
i think the fact that Cardan has these magical capabilities, chooses not to use them, and still manages to get what he wants, is a very insidious kind of terrifying.
more often than not, words and knowledge are his weapons. he uses powers of observation and cleverness to his advantage. he notices things, and he's very clever about what he notices. he knows precisely how and when to press people's buttons, he has an acute social awareness, and that makes him potentially very dangerous (depending on which side of his graces you lie). especially in a world like Faerie where the great majority of people are socially inept.
just because he is in love in TWK and couldn't see that exiling Jude was not, in fact, a clever riddle and would, in fact, backfire miserably, doesn't mean he's not smart.
rather, this is what makes him so interesting! he's intelligent but not in the cold, insensitive sort of way we often see when a character is crowned with the "intelligent" trope. he clearly still has feelings and a wide breadth of emotion, and that may cause him to fuck up sometimes, but it doesn't cancel out his intelligence.
he's just not always particularly smart when it comes to Jude. but how can we fault him for that? we're all fools in love.
–Em 🖤🗡
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Jude waking up in Elfhame like
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cardan about jude:
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when brains r like "today i will not brain" my brother in christ you are a brain
55,434 notes - Posted March 14, 2022
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Hi! Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers (nonnegotiable) SPREAD POSITIVITY! 💌🥰
ahh thank you for this! let's see about some positivity in here...
1. I'm a good mom.
2. I'm a great listener.
3. I'm a peacemaker. (i think LOL)
4. I like my nail art.
5. I'm getting better at writing.
This was a lot harder than I thought it would be 🙈
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