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throneofsapphics · 9 months

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what do you think about slightly dark poly!rowaelin with dark reader but resder hides it and acts innocent, and one day she gets caught being crazy. like maybe she fights with someone and thinks no one will see her enjoying it. rowaelin catches her and they sooo approve. Potential smut👀👀

the thrill of it

poly!Rowaelin x reader.

Summary: Y/n has a secret, but she can’t keep it forever.

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, suggestiveness, slightly dark, smut, overstimulation, light bondage, light d/s.

A/N: nsfw minors dni please! I loved this request thank you, also not proofread super well

She showed them exactly what she wanted them to see. Sure, they know she can protect herself, but that she’s a pacifist, won’t even kill a bug. Any yes, that really was her the majority of the time. Y/n does like quiet afternoons reading, walks in the gardens, convincing the cooks to let her bake cookies or sweets to surprise Aelin with.

Y/n found a certain thrill in violence. There wasn’t a fear they’d hate her if they found out, but she liked having a secret, something she could separate from her life at the castle.

Letting her aggression out in a legal, albeit brutal manner ended up as the best solution for her. The safest one. Maybe not all of it was ethical, but it was safer, nobody died during the fights, and there were rules. The biggest one being no weapons beyond their own body. The clubs were established for a reason, and she wasn’t banned from them.

She took painstaking efforts to make sure none of the regular patrols would recognize her. As soon as they appeared, she drifted into the shadows and streets. Or, if there’s advance warning, she wouldn't show at all.

Rowan and Aelin knew she spent a night with her friends once in a while, maybe a few times a month, and always comes back hungover as hell. But, she never told them exactly what happens on those nights out. And, her best friend, Ella, is skilled in healing magic, that takes care of any ‘evidence.’

Aedion went scouting, Partially to see which of his soldiers might be participating, and part to register potential threats. Normally he wouldn’t go alone, but rumors spread that certain notable participants would slip away whenever any ‘scouts’ would come by. The club wasn’t illegal. As far as he knows, everything is above board. With an influx of females, males, men, and women - all warriors or soldiers in their own right, inhabiting Orynth, it’s a safer way to let aggression and bloodlust out. Nothing like the pits or vaults of Rifthold. It was even clean. He slipped in right in the middle of a fight, the first of the night.

He would know that scent anywhere. Y/n was away from the castle tonight, and here of all gods-damned places. But where?

It took all of his restraint to stay exactly where he was when he tracked the scent. Without his Fae senses, he wouldn’t have recognized her, but there she was. Fighting. No weapons, only fists and against a rather large and vicious looking male. Not only fighting, but toying with him.

“End it!” Someone yelled. A friend of y/n’s, Ella, she was easily recognizable. He stayed enough to watch her beat him to a pulp, laughing as the man took the hand she offered, both them with smiles on their faces. His a bit bloody and missing a tooth.

“I’ll get you one of these days,” He muttered and she grinned.

“Maybe next time.” She’s a rutting regular. And a far better of a fighter than he knew, and likely her mates knew. Forget scouting, he was going back to Aelin and Rowan. Now.

They knew she was there, or hopefully would still be. Hopefully she hadn’t caught Aedion’s scent and left. He - both of them wanted to catch her there. That way she wouldn’t be able to deny a damned thing. Aelin already told him they couldn’t storm in there and drag her out. Although they both were very tempted to. Even though Aedion told them she downed a man three times her size with ease, he wouldn’t believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.

Aelin set two rules. One, not revealing themselves. Two, not dragging her out.

They slunk inside, sticking to the shadows, Rowan’s wind hiding their scents from the Fae present. Some others wore hoods as well, even a few had masks on. But, the place was clean and the laughs were in good nature, not malicious.

His sweet, kind-hearted female who refused to kill a bug - somewhere like this. Those old senses flared, from when they’d first set their eyes on her. Something lingering underneath. He thought she’d healed it, let it drift away, but maybe she hid it. Rowan knows he should be angry, and he is, but a bit of excitement drifted in as well.

He immediately surveyed the room, to find a small, but subtle confrontation happening in the corner. A small voice in his head told him, y/n would be there, so he nudged Aelin, jerking his head towards the area.

One man was tossed out of the ring, pushed towards an exit, a burly man nodded subtly to a small female figure leaning against the wall. Y/n, she could recognize her anywhere, fisted the mans tunic and dragged him out a side door.

Aelin and Rowan didn’t have to look at each other to know they’d be following. She expected maybe she’d toss the man on his ass, but instead they found her pinning him into the ground, a sharp blade to his neck, one knee digging into his chest, and her boot crushing his right hand. Aelin could feel the satisfaction rolling from her. She was enjoying this. The man let out small whimpers, but didn’t dare trying to move.

She was well aware of who stood in the shadows, but couldn’t ‘break character,’ now. Not really a character, more another part of herself. A part she can't hide anymore. “Try that again and I’ll cut your balls off, and shove them down your throat,” she hissed. She dug her boot into his wrist, lifting the knife slightly, enough for him to nod, his eyes were filled with fear. She stepped away and he scrambled - sprinting out of the alley.

“Can you read?” She tilted her head, the knife shifted enough for him to nod. “Then you know the rules.”

“I wasn’t going to-” his voice was hoarse, cut off by a blade pressing back down.

“Try that again and I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down your throat.”

Y/n took a careful step back, and the man bolted. Her entire view of their mate changed in the last ten minutes, and Aelin didn’t mind at all.

“Not afraid of scaring off the business/” Rowan drawled as the man scattered.

“He’ll be back, his ego is bruised.” She still didn’t look at them, her eyes trained on where the man disappeared.

“And if he pulls that again?”

Y/n slowly turned, a half smile on her face. “I don’t make idle threats.” She had enforced one of those threats before, and enjoyed it.

“You’ve been keeping secrets,” Aelin purred, stalking towards her with Rowan matching her steps.

“You never asked,” y/n’s voice was still laced with honey, a sweetness and honestly that felt authentic. Lying by omission.

“You fake a hangover well.” Rowan commented, his face still a stony mask.

Her eyes widened before she chuckled, “those are very real.”

“Are you paid for this?” Rowan crossed his arms.

“All volunteer.” Aelin couldn’t decide if she wanted to throttle her or kiss her. Or fuck her till she forgot her name. She asked Rowan, directly into his mind.

“Why not all three?”

He threw her over his shoulder, stalking out of the alley and Aelin followed him with a grin. It would be a long night.

Y/n saw the looks on their faces, and noticed the shifts in her scent. A bit of anger, but excitement and arousal.

Rowan didn’t let her walk, as much as she banged her hands on his back and called him a variety of creative names. He didn’t put her down until they reached their room.

“You’re not finished yet, are you darling?” Aelin purred, as she struggled against the binds tying her arms to the headboard. She’d lost track of the amount of times she finished. Aelin was relentless, her hands pushed her knees apart. Again, spreading her wide open.

“I can’t,” she protested, “too much, it’s too much.”

“You can give her another.” Rowan’s hand twined in the back of her hair, arching y/n’s neck backwards to graze his canines along the column of her throat. She should be terrified that he could rip her throat out with one movement, but it excited her instead. The delicious combination of fear and arousal flooded through her, sending heat right to her core. Again. He moves away, but keeps a firm grip on her hair, forcing her to look down towards Aelin

She runs two fingers along her core and she jolt, letting out a small whimper. It’s burning.

“Please,” she started begging, “please, please,” and this time she’s not sure what she’s begging for.

Aelin held the fingers up, like a prize. Y/n’s slick arousal coated them. “Look how wet she is,” she smirked, looking at Rowan.

“Little dove, are you lying to us? Again.” Rowan’s canines nip at her ear.

Her head shook rapidly

“Really?” Her head tilts, “I thought you said it was too much.” Rowan’s deft fingers undo the ropes holding her hostage, and she sighed in relief, but that was short lived. Rowan slid behind her, using his knees to spread her legs back apart, before one arm pulled her back flush to his chest. Another tight hold she can’t escape, and she didn’t want to. Not really, even with her body on fire, every inch overstimulated

There’s no warning as his thumb presses down against her clit, sending her screaming, her head falling back against his shoulder. Aelin’s fingers slam back inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot, sliding back and forth across it. Her tongue draws across one nipple, circling it before tugging it with her teeth. Biting just enough to draw a whimper from her, turning into a moan, maybe a scream, or maybe their names as she adds another finger, pounding into her. Is it two? Three? She can’t tell as another orgasm wrecks through her body, walls clenching around her fingers, Rowan grunted as her body rubs against him, his hard length pressing into her back.

“Good girl,” Aelin whispers against her skin, kissing her way up y/n;s chest, before capturing her lips. The soft kisses left her dizzy as her fingers gently stroked her through her orgasm. Y/n didn’t notice Rowan had moved his hand away, now roughly gripping one of her breasts, twisting her nipple between his two fingers. The contrast between each of their touches left her reeling. She writhes against him, tears starting to stream down her face. Aelin only wipes them away, arousal still filling her scent.

“Now,” Aelin cooes and pulled her hand away. “It’s time to put that pretty mouth to use.”

Y/n knew she was in for a long night.

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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i just loved headcanon modern rowaelin x reader, could you make one with nessian?

ps: I love your writing

Modern Nessian x reader headcanon

A/n: thank you anon ❤️

Warnings: none

You def met them at the gym

You and Nesta always waved to each other after running into each other in the locker room

Then it graduated to ‘hello’ a few times

They we’re your gym crushes 100%

You had never properly talked to them until Nesta was there alone one day and some dude was trying to hit on her

She spotted you on the treadmill and immediately rushed over to you, telling you what was happening

After having talking for a few Nesta got on the treadmill next to you and you guys walked and talked for like 2 miles

“He’s gone Nesta, you don’t have to pretend to talk to me anymore.” She looked taken aback, “I like talking to you. I’ve been meaning to introduce myself and Cassian too, my boyfriend that I usually come with.”

She invited you over for dinner that night at their house and that dinner was the start of your relationship

They loved to treat you

Especially Cassian, he loved to spoil you and Nesta

You two love going to the spa and Cassian wanted to make sure his girls were relaxed and well taken care of

You all went on vacation every few months. It was always somewhere different ranging from tropical beach vacations to skiing (Cass is def a snowboarder and he was so happy to teach you how)

They def have matching black motorcycles and you usually switch back and forth between who you ride with so it’s equal

One on one time with Nes was relaxing, reading, and nice cup of tea

She also loves shopping with you and helping you pick out your outfits (her fashion sense is the best out of the 3 of you)

With Cassian you both enjoy cooking together. Nesta can’t be bothered to use the kitchen except for the microwave so when you get the chance you and Cass cook together

He makes it fun! He puts on music or a trashy reality show (he’s invested in the Vanderpump Rules drama) and you just have fun singing amd talking

With both of them your go to activity is the movies

The next big blockbuster is coming out? Cassian ordered the tickets online weeks ago and preordered popcorn, drinks, and candy

He absolutely made you and Nesta do a Barbenheimer double feature. You were excited Nesta wanted to see just Oppenheimer

Cassian is more relaxed and silly where Nesta is more serious but you and Cass always make her laugh

You were nervous to meet their family, wondering if you would be accepted by them

Cass and Nes were super reassuring and helped you through your anxiety

Your favorite to cuddle up with is Cassian

His chest is so broad there’s so much room for you and Nesta and he’s just so warm and comfy

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shyvioletcat · 8 months

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ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY 15

~ Meeting the Parents ~

Thank you for your patience. Get ready for some Awkward Rowan and some average editing because that's for people with better time management. Head to @rowaelinscourt for more Rowaelin month goodness,

The Sweetest Promise Masterlist

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Aelin was hesitant to admit it, but she might have a new friend. On the way home from the gala she had been sussing out Sweet As Sugar, just see what happened next after her first successful date. Checking the page linking her and Rowan’s profiles there were a few prompts that led her through the process. There were questions that related directly to her date: was payment on time, was the information given accurate, did anything happen in his company that was not within policy. All Aelin could do was give him a raving review—Rowan had been a perfect gentleman and followed all the rules. The last was a simple query for her. Would she like to see him again?

That was one she had to think about. Yes, Rowan had done everything right but he had very clearly stated that he was after a one time thing. He just needed her company for the gala, that was it. There was no indication that he was after anything else. On the other hand, he seemed like a decent guy and was nice enough, if not socially awkward to an extent. Would there be any harm in saying yes? If he didn’t want to see her again, all he had to do was not contact her. If he did want to, the extra money wouldn’t hurt. So once again, Aelin took that plunge and tapped through the request.

Rowan’s reply hadn’t come through until she had finished showering and she was so ready to fall into bed that she almost missed it. He had said yes.

Since then they had been on three ‘dates’. All had been Rowan taking her out to a fancy dinner where they ate and chatted about surface level stuff. Just asking about each other’s day or the food. Rowan really was fitting into the mildest of Sugar Daddy boxes. If he wasn’t so handsome Aelin might have reconsidered. The relief she’d felt when Rowan hadn’t turned out to be old was off the scale.

On the first date after the gala Aelin had explained her reasoning of why she had decided to give being a sugar baby a go. The conversation had been dragging and Aelin was looking for anything to bring it back up to speed. Of course, the first thing Aelin had done waking up the morning after the gala was to Google Rowan Whitethorn. Turned out he was some big hotshot corporate lawyer who had a cold and efficient reputation. He could throw down verbally in a courtroom, but couldn’t carry a conversation over dinner. So she explained how this stunt was supposed to support her through the rest of her university degree. Rowan commended her for her resourcefulness, and she still couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, and agreed on a weekly arrangement to keep her funds up. They’d even agreed on a pay rise now that Aelin was past the beginners stage.

Although, tonight a message hadn’t come through today so Aelin started looking at other plans. She guessed he was busy and he’d request another meeting. There were night markets on in one of the larger parks in the city and she was determined to go. Aelin hadn’t found anyone to go with. She had thought of seeing if Kaltain wanted to go, but the chances of her being home on a Friday night were slim. Going by herself wasn’t that big of a deal. People watching was a hobby of hers.

5 o’clock rolled around and Aelin decided it was time to get ready. She’d catch a tram into the city so she’d need to give herself time to get there. The weather was mild so she opted for jeans and a nice t-shirt, adding a light jacket for when the sun went down and the air got a bit cooler. She was going through the list of memes her friend Elide had sent her when another notification popped up on her screen. It was from Rowan, he wanted to see her tonight.

He’d booked a table at some restaurant uptown, and Aelin literally tipped her head back and disappointment flooded her. Another stuffy restaurant? She’d rather not. The last two had allowed her to eat delicious food but she’d also been too frightened to raise her voice above a loud whisper lest she disturb the ambiance. Aelin had been looking forward to a casual evening out, where people were loud and they laughed. She was well within her rights to say no but she also wanted the money.

There was an alternative and the worst that could happen was Rowan saying no. He was supplying the money, he had final say. Opening the chat Aelin didn’t hesitate before letting him know exactly what she wanted to do.

>> Counter offer. I want to go to the food markets in Sandstone Park tonight. Want to do that instead?

It was no big deal, the markets would on tomorrow as well, so if Rowan wasn’t keen to change his plans that would be fine. They were on friendly enough terms that this wouldn’t be a huge drama. He did seem uptight enough that he would stick to his guns though. Thems were the breaks of Aelin’s new profession. That thought made her laugh. Being a sugar baby was by no means a career goal for her. It was currently a means to an end, nothing more. Aelin wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted to do once she had finished her degree. She could become a concert pianist or maybe teaching was in her future. Whatever it was, she’d figure it out once her thesis was no longer rattling every brain cell she had inside her head.

The phone in her hand pinged and Aelin looked down.

<< That sounds great.

Aelin gave an excited squeal, dancing on the spot. It seemed she was wrong about Mr Rowan Whitethorn, he may not be as uptight as she thought. It didn’t take long for her to finish getting ready, declining his offer of an Uber and walked down to the tram station around the block. After a few minutes one pulled up and Aelin crammed in with the rest of the passengers.

The city had that end of week buzz where everyone was excited for the weekend. Aelin was undoubtedly going to spend a good chunk of her time working on her thesis, but she was looking forward to a brain break tonight.

Aelin swayed with the movements of the tram, catching snippets of conversation around her. Doranelle was just like any other city, full of people and hustle and bustle. It made Aelin feel a little less out of place and despite the different buildings and climate if she closed her eyes it was almost like she was back in Orynth. Her bouts of homesickness never lasted long. Thank the gods for technology—her friends and family were just a phone call away.

The tram announced her stop and Aelin darted out the doors. A few last glimmers of sunlight were reflecting off the windows of the higher buildings. It wouldn’t be long until the city went dark and the night took over. Sandstone Park was a short walk away and rounding a corner the markets came into Aelin’s view. There were a variety of tents and vans, some vendors just had tables. As she crossed the final road the smells of all the foods on offer wafted over on a breeze. Thanks to her benefactor she was no longer surviving on instant noodles and had plenty of snacks to keep her going. She wasn’t hungry, but still her stomach grumbled.

She weaved her way through the crowds, glancing around at what was on offer. Even though she was sorely tempted, Aelin held off on making any purchases and decided to wait for her date. Fairy lights were hung up in low branches of a gigantic oak to create a dining area with numerous tables set up beneath it. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and sent off a quick message.

>> I’m under the big, old oak

People came and went with plates of food while Aelin waited. She kept an eye out for Rowan, and before too long she spotted his silver-haired head weaving through the crowd. His overall handsomeness still made her pause. This man seemed to have it all, good looks, money, a stable job. She supposed the consequence for his success was the reason for their situation. Something just wasn’t quite there personality wise. Tonight he had forgone his usual suit and tie get up and had dressed down. Rowan wore dark chinos and a light sweater on top. It was… different, and not in a bad way.

He glanced over the crowd, no doubt looking for her. When he was looking in Aelin’s direction she gave him a wave to catch his attention. Rowan saw her, and made his way over.

“Good evening,” Aelin said cheerily when Rowan was close enough.

“Hey. This is…” he paused to look around, “busy.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Aelin asked.

Rowan shrugged a shoulder. “It’s different.”

“Have you not been to one of these before?”

“Years ago, I haven’t really had the chance recently,” Rowan explained.

Aelin was too impatient to continue with the small talk, they could do that with plates of food in front of them. “Shall we?”

They did a loop of the stalls together, just commenting on potential food choices and not much else. Then Aelin suggested that they split up and meet back under the oak. She headed straight to the vendor with fried wild picked mushrooms, served with a flat bread, and then to another to pick up a fragrant rice dish. That was all rounded out with a box of chocolate truffle selections. Rowan was waiting for her, all the tables with chairs were taken so he’d claimed a standing one instead.

“Are you on a budget tonight?” Aelin asked, eyeing his plate while she put hers next to it. All that was on it were a variety of meats on wooden sticks, plus a salad in a paper side bowl.

Rowan looked confused. “Why do you say that?”

“Just not much variety,” Aelin said.

“This is all I wanted,” he said simply.

Aelin was too hungry and just left it at that. Despite what Rowan said, they shared everything. It was delicious, even the meat skewers. What kept Aelin entertained through dinner was asking Rowan questions. She had vowed to make a friend out of him, if this was the painful road to it, so be it.

“Favourite colour?” Aelin asked, loading up a slice of bread with mushrooms. They’d already been over childhood pets, school experiences and the like. Rowan’s answers had all been succinct and to the point, no reason to fluff up his words. This was probably why he made such a good lawyer.

“Green.” Then he turned it on her. “Yours?”

“Hmm,” Aelin did have to think for a moment. “For years I tried to convince myself it was blue, but I always came back around to red. Favourite food?”

Rowan laughed under his breath and shook his head. “You’re relentless.”

“I don’t see the harm in knowing each other better considering the situation. We can be friends, you know,” Aelin said.

“A friend who I pay to spend time with.”

The dry but slightly humoured way he said the words had Aelin choking on her mouthful with a sudden laugh. “Well, it sounds bad when you put it that way.”

“There’s absolutely no way to put it that it doesn’t sound bad, Celaena,” Rowan said, his mouth trying to fight a smile and failing.

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” Aelin poked some of her food around the plate before she glanced up to throw the final blow. “I think you’re just lazy.”

At Rowan’s indignant noise, a wide grin was spreading across Aelin’s face. For a moment he looked at her with narrowed eyes but then that smile he had been fighting won. He was about to say something when he cut himself off.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling out his phone. “This should just take me a minute.”

Aelin left him to it, picking at what food was left. Rowan was just texting away so she decided to look around again. There were all kinds of people out tonight, couples, families, loud and obnoxious groups of friends. It was nice to get out every once and a while to see that despite being holed up in her room or corners of the library at the university, the world still went on.

“Celaena?”

It was clear that Rowan had said that name more than once, and she hadn’t responded. She’d made it up to give herself some protection but it was increasingly seeming pointless and precarious.

“Yes, sorry,” she said.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted a drink,” Rowan explained.

“Oh, yes please.”

He nodded and then left. Aelin watched him go and contemplated a few things. Celaena had been a precaution, she hadn’t been keen to give random strangers on the internet her real name. But now, with how decent Rowan was, she wasn’t really seeing the point anymore. In the spirit of true friendship, that would be the first thing on her list she would rectify. Rowan came back a few minutes later, two cups in hand.

“What’s this?” She asked as Rowan put a cup in front of her.

“Old fashioned lemonade,” Rowan said just before taking a sip.

The words were out of Aelin’s mouth before she could think better of it. “How old are you?”

“I’m 32,” Rowan supplied. “Does this lemonade mean I’m old?”

“Ah, well,” Aelin hedged. “I guess I was just expecting something else.” Maybe something a little stronger.

“How old did you think I was?” Rowan asked, leaning on the table. The gesture accentuated his broad shoulders.

“Originally, old,” she laughed a little remembering how his blurred profile picture had done him no favours. “Very old. But not ancient, even if your social skills suggest otherwise.”

Rowan laughed, maybe one of the first true laughs she’d managed to weasel out of him. “You’re just being mean.”

Aelin laughed too. “It’s better you know that now.”

For a while they just stood there, basking in the mutual humour. Then Rowan said, “It’s meat on a stick, by the way.”

“What?” Aelin was entirely lost.

“My favourite food, you asked.”

“Ohhh.” Aelin’s mind caught up with her. “Guess that explains dinner. Speaking of, I got dessert.”

Aelin opened the box of truffles but Rowan made no move to pick one.

“I don’t mind which you take, just not that one,” she pointed to the one on the end. “That’s choc-hazelnut. That’s my favourite.”

“You can have all of them,” Rowan said.

“Gods, are you allergic?” That was cause for some panic.

Rowan just shook his head. “I just don’t like sweets.”

“You what?” Aelin had nearly yelled the words, drawing a few curious looks. When the insane man in front of her just shrugged she just shook her head. “And to think, I was going to share a secret with you.”

He gave her a look full of curiosity. “A secret?”

“I guess because you’ve paid I owe you something,” Aelin said, making sure to add enough flair to create some drama. “It may surprise you to know that my real name isn’t Celaena. It’s Aelin. I thought it safer to use a false name but since we are to be friends.”

There was an offer there, she hoped Rowan took it.

“That’s smart,” Rowan said. “And as your friend, I thank you for telling me.”

Aelin took a sip of her lemonade, noting how tasty it actually was. “I may rescind my friendship due to the lack of sweets thing. That’s just unnatural.”

“I stand by what I said,” Rowan said. “Mean.”

Aelin was grinning, Rowan was too and she was about to start on path to at least making him try one when they were interrupted.

There was a bright and cheerful, “Hello,” and Aelin was sure she had never seen dread take over a man so quickly.

~~~~~

This was what a heart attack felt like, Rowan was sure of it. He recognised that voice and he had no idea what ill luck he deserved for this to happen. Turning his head just a little, Rowan found his mother standing there, her hazel eyes reading far too much into the situation. Rowan knew what this looked like, but that was so far from the truth it wasn’t funny.

“Mam,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“Your father and I are on our way to see a show and we thought we’d take a walk through the park,” his mother said.

Shit. His father was here too.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?”

Every implication of that word came through loud and clear. She thought this was a date, it looked like a date. But it wasn’t, it really wasn’t.

“Cel—Aelin,” Rowan kicked himself over the stumbling. He couldn’t really be blamed; he'd just learned Aelin’s name less than five minutes ago. “This is my mother Iris.”

Rowan had watched the woman in front of him damn near charm the pants off an entire ballroom, and right now was no different. She smiled, something softer than the one she’d been wearing when she teased him all night, and extended her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Aelin said.

“Likewise,” Iris gave Rowan a sly smile.

In that moment he had a sickening thought as to how well these women would get on. He’d never have a moment’s peace if they got started on him.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” Aelin said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Rowan watched as his mother tracked Aelin as she left. He could only imagine the thoughts going through her head. The loudest of which he could almost hear, it had something to do with how beautiful the grandchildren would be.

“Do you have something to tell me, son?” Iris asked.

If that wasn’t a loaded question. “No. Aelin is just a friend.” Who I’m paying to spend time with because I’m a lonely bastard with awful social skills.

“I see,” Iris said. It was clear she didn’t believe him.

“Rowan. What a surprise,” a male voice said.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Oh, Evander. You have to meet Rowan’s new friend,” Iris said as she hooked a hand on her husband’s elbow.

“A friend?” Evander said, brows high.

“Yes a friend,” Iris reiterated.

“Stop saying friend like that. You two need to calm down,” Rowan told them. “Aelin is just that.”

“That’s a pretty name,” Evander said.

Iris nodded. “She’s very pretty too. Beautiful. Rowan has good choice in his friends.”

“Hellas save me,” Rowan muttered under his breath. He did not need his family meddling in this situation.

Aelin returned and he didn’t miss the way that his parents’ faces lit up.

“Hello,” Aelin directed at Evander. “Dad, I’m assuming.”

“You’ve assumed right,” Evander said. “And you’re…”

“Aelin, this is Aelin,” Iris said, far too gleefully.

For a millisecond Aelin looked confused, and then realisation lit up her face. Rowan felt like had the distinct feeling that he was in danger. Tonight had made it more than clear that Aelin was finding joy teasing him, gods knew what she’d be able to accomplish if left alone with his parents for five minutes.

“How did you two meet?” His mother asked, no hesitation or shame.

“Um,” Aelin said, and she couldn’t help but smile. “The circumstances were pretty interesting.”

Rowan needed to think of an answer, and fast. “Work event.”

Iris sighed. “Trust my son to be so concise.”

“Oh, so he’s like that with everyone?”

The women laughed at his expense and Rowan let it happen. It was better than the alternative. He would rather this old oak give up the ghost and fall on him than admit to being Aelin’s sugar daddy. There were a few reasons why he kept up the dates with Aelin, he hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted to keep helping her out. But the other side of it was that he enjoyed her company, and it was so easy to spend time with her. There were no expectations. And when she had mentioned being friends tonight he’d worked hard to not show just how eager he was for that.

“I know you’d love to stay and chat,” Rowan cut in. “But don’t you have a show to get to?”

His father checked his watch. “I’m sorry to say, but Rowan’s right. Nice to meet you, Aelin. I hope we can meet again soon.”

“Have a good night,” Iris added. “Don’t have too much fun.”

The wink Iris gave the two of them suggested that they in fact have all the fun they wanted.

“Bye,” Aelin said to the both of them.

Rowan added his goodbyes and he breathed a sigh of relief when he and Aelin were left alone again. She immediately started laughing.

“Dodged a bullet there.”

The chuckle that escaped Rowan was half nerves. “You can say that again.”

“Your parents seem lovely,” Aelin added once her laughing stopped. “Your mother seemed very excited. Like it’s been a while since you’ve been giving out this kind of attention.”

Aelin didn’t know how right she was. “You could say that.”

Rowan thought he was in for it, but surprisingly he was shown some mercy.

“I guess we can save that discussion for another time,” Aelin said. Then she piled up their used plates. “So, what should we do next?”

They ended up at an art gallery not too far away from the markets, and they spent some time browsing the displays. They kept the chit-chat art focused and their evening together seemed to wind down on its own. Rowan did the gentlemanly thing and walked Aelin to the nearest tram station. They waited for the traffic to stop just across the road.

“Until next week then?” Aelin said, giving him a smile.

Rowan nodded. “Until next week, Aelin.”

Her smile grew just a little wider when he said her name, and then she was waving at him as she crossed the road as the pedestrian light changed to green. Rowan gave a short wave back and watched until Aelin was out of sight. He tried to deny it, but next week couldn’t come soon enough.

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goddess-aelin · 8 months

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Peonies and Poplars

Written for Day 12 of Rowaelin Month-Meet Cute/Meet Ugly

@rowaelinscourt

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Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none!

Aelin had just put her hand on the last copy of Peonies and Poplars, the newest release in her favorite book series by R.J. White, set directly after Violets and Verbena and Tulips and Tithona. Aelin didn’t just want the book, she needed it like she needed air to breathe. She had to find out what happened to the titular character, Selena, who just got captured by Lord Westbrooke, her father’s greatest enemy. Aelin just knew that Selena’s star-crossed lover, Sir Rollins would rush to save her, but at what cost?

She was filled with glee at the prospect of doing a binge-read tonight.

Though, the moment her hand touched the book, another hand, slightly larger and tanner, did the same. She slowly turned to the offender, glaring just enough that anyone else would’ve started running. But this man just gave her a small smirk right back. Aelin’s eyes narrowed even more while the hulking brute clenched his jaw.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she tried to pull the book toward her. “I need this and since I was here first, I’ll just take that.” She tried to give a harder yank on the book, which was now held between them, to no avail.

“Well, seeing as we got here at the same time, Princess, I don’t think that’s exactly accurate.” He gave a yank in response to hers.

Still holding onto the book like it was her lifeline, Aelin once again narrowed her eyes. “Guess we’ll just have to settle this the old fashioned way.”

“Mhmm and how’s that?” The man rolled his eyes. “Flipping a coin?”

Aelin let out a humorless cackle. “Ha. As if I’d be so stupid. No, we have to have a good, old fashioned ‘who knows it best’ standoff.”

The man scoffed. “What does that even mean?”

“It means…” she paused for dramatic effect. When he raised his eyebrows in annoyance, she continued, “that whoever knows the trivia of the book best gets to keep the book.”

“As if I’d lose.” He had an amused look on his face..too amused. She should’ve known then.

“You’re telling me that you, Mr. Tall and Brutish, think you know this fantasy romance series better than I do?”

“Fantasy Romance has no gender stipulation, Princess. And judging by your attitude, I have a feeling you’d fit right in with Lord Westbrooke’s daughters.”

Aelin gasped. “You little–”

“Uh uh, Princess,” He nodded toward the small child standing at the end of the aisle, watching them with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “There are tiny ears here, no cursing, please.”

Aelin knew her face was turning as red as a tomato. This man was infuriating.

“Fine,” she whisper-yelled. “First question, Buzzard. What did Selena’s sister tell her before she ran off to meet Sir Rollins?”

A smirk crossed his face. “Well, first, I’d ask which sister you’re talking about, since she has two. Nice try tricking me. But Alicent told her that their family would never accept Sir Rollins and Magdalena told her that she’d cover for her and to go be happy.” The man gave her a self-satisfied smirk and Aelin pursed her lips. “My turn next.” The man started tapping his free hand on his chin and she could tell whatever his question was was going to be terrible. “Who is considered the best character in the series?”

“WHAT?! That’s an opinion question! This isn’t even fair!”

“Rules are rules, Princess.”

Aelin’s hand started to shake and a noise of frustration left her mouth. She probably looked like a petulant child but she didn’t care at the moment. This man was done. Even if she didn’t answer his stupid question right in his eyes, she was going to be going home with this book. “The best character in the entire series is obviously Selena. She’s amazing and witty and beautiful. She’s everything anyone could ever want and she’s just…she’s the best.”

The man clicked his tongue a few times, forming a “tsk-ing” sound. “Sorry, but that’s the wrong answer.”

“How can it be a wrong answer if it’s my opinion!?”

“Well, I actually agree with you that Selena is the best but if you remember on page three-hundred and fifty-six of Tulips and Tithona, Lord Westbrooke actually proclaims himself to be the best lord in all the land.” He gave her a smirk that she wanted to absolutely rip off of his face. Or kiss. Wait, what?

This…this absolute bastard. He knew she’d get worked up. And he knew she would get distracted. And knew she’d answer with Selena. With a final burst of strength, she tried to rip the book out of his hands, only serving to cause her to lose her balance and fall straight onto her ass.

“Miss are you okay?” The concerned voice came not from the handsome yet ridiculously terrible man in front of her but from the clerk of the store. She nodded. “Okay, great. Just to let you two know, we’re closing. Please bring anything to the front for purchase.”

She nodded, the silver haired man just standing there, looking at her with a bewildered expression. He reached a hand down to help her up but she chose to just roll her eyes at him. She didn’t need his help. She dusted herself off, leaving the man standing between the stacks and hightailing it out the door. All she wanted was the book, and now she left with a bruised ass and an even more bruised dignity.

She stopped down the street from the shop, ducking into a small alcove and putting her hands over her face. She made such a fool of herself in there and she wasn’t sure how she was going to live it down. Hopefully she would never see the clerk or the man ever again. That shop was now off her list of places to go to.

With a deep breath, she pushed off the wall and started making her way back toward her apartment.

“Miss, wait!” She turned to see the clerk from the store running after her, bag in hand. “You forgot this!”

Aelin gave him a bewildered look. “I didn’t buy anything.”

The man shrugged. “Maybe not, but it was bought for you.” Aelin just stood there as he handed her the bag and jogged back to the shop.

She opened the bag to find the same copy of Peonies and Poplars that she was just fighting over. Did that buzzard just…buy her a copy? She took the beautiful hardcover out of the bag, admiring the golden sprayed edges and embossed flowers on the cover. Opening the front cover, she saw a bright green sticky note on the cover page.

“If you want to talk more about the book, my number is 234-7783. -R”

Directly under the sticky note was a freshly inked autograph, signed R.J. White.

Aelin could only stand there as it sunk in that she just didn’t just fight over a copy of the book. She fought over a copy of the book, with the Author.

A/N: this absolutely will have a second part. I can’t just leave it like that 😜

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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Back to Orynth {Rowan x Aelin}

Written with @snelbz

Rowaelin. Canon. The castle in Orynth. NSFW.

Based on prompt: Rowaelin mutual masturbation fic, but then they just can’t keep their hands off each other and they fuck. But in canon. Not AU. by anonymous.

Word Count: 4,166

A/N: We've decided to take a little bit of time and post more OS! We have a very long list that we're set on tackling, and although we do a lot of AUs, I like that we started with one in canon. We hope you enjoy!

WARNING: NSFW. 18+ ONLY. The following story contains descriptions of sex. No one under 18 should continue past the link.

Aelin stood on the balcony outside of her bedchamber and watched as snowflakes drifted toward the ground. It had been a fairly mild winter for Orynth, but she still couldn’t imagine that flying through the snowy winter was all that pleasant, no matter how much snow fell. Yet, she kept her eye on the horizon, expecting to see a familiar white-tailed hawk soaring through the falling flakes at any given moment.

Aelin was growing impatient. He'd better hurry.

It had been nearly two months since she’d last seen her Mate, her husband. There had been suspicious activity along the northern border and Rowan had led the charge in the investigation, then went on to make sure that the entirety of Terrasen’s border was secured.

Which was all fine and good, but it did mean that Aelin’s bed was cold and her heart was only half present.

The grandfather clock in her sitting room chimed six, and knowing that the sun would soon be setting, Aelin was growing impatient. She wondered if she screamed, as loudly as she possibly could, if that would make him come faster. Surely he would hear her, he’d have to be close enough, and nothing worried Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius more than his wife in danger.

Even if he knew perfectly well that she could take care of herself.

Territorial, over-protective fae bastard.

Just as she was about to give up and go back inside, she could see him, the tiniest hint of his animal form in the distance.

He flew directly towards her, without having to even think about it. It was not his first homecoming, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last. As he grew nearer, there was a flash of light, then he was landing on the stone ledge with a thump. His boots were filthy and he had a new scratch on his cheek that hadn’t fully healed, which Aelin knew meant that the original gash must have been pretty deep.

Yet, the moment he changed, his eyes were soft as he smiled at Aelin. “Nothing better to do than wait for me to arrive?”

“Well, I have a kingdom to run, but your impending arrival was distracting me,” she said, watching him fondly as he approached.

“Glad to know I’m more important than your meetings,” he crooned, pausing before her. “I do hope you gave Lord Darrow the respect he deserves.”

“Absolutely,” she replied, eyes sparkling. “After he interrupted me for the third time, I called the meeting and spent the rest of the day in our private library.”

Save for the threat at the border, things had been prosperous since Aelin’s rule began. Trade was booming, the rebuild of the land was tedious, but created jobs the territory needed. The meeting on foreign affairs was more for pomp and circumstance than it was for a specific need.

“Our private library, huh?” He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, finally bringing his lips to hers. The kiss was brief, but full of promise for later. “Surely you weren’t reading the texts on ancient battle strategies like I’ve suggested?”

Aelin hummed as she slid her palms up his chest and around his neck. “I assure you the strategies that I indulged in were far more…useful than any ancient battle strategy.”

Rowan chuckled as he shook his head. “If any member of our court were to wander into our library and stumble upon a book of yours, they would be appalled at such filth.”

“And that is why I keep all the good ones in our private library.” She kissed him again, and he groaned quietly against her mouth. “You smell atrocious.”

Rowan let go of his wife and stepped inside. “It’s been weeks since I’ve had a proper bath, I’m not sure what you were expecting.”

“I was expecting you to at least take some soap with you in your pack. You’re a king, for the gods’ sake,” Aelin teased, following him into their sitting room and closing the double doors that led out onto the balcony.

Rowan snorted as he took off his pack and tossed it on the couch, then began unhooking his weapons, one by one. “Who do I have to thank for putting up with your sarcastic ass while I’m away?”

“Oh, the list is long,” Aelin crooned, watching the show he was now putting on. Once his weapons were gone, he began unbuttoning his dusty jacket. “If you’re going to thank them all, it’s going to be all you’re doing this week.”

Rowan shook his head, but she could see the slight twist of his lips as he shrugged off his jacket, adding it to the pile. “Maybe I’ll thank them by taking you off their hands for a few days.”

“Ah, I am a burden,” Aelin said, meandering over to Rowan and fisting her hands into the fabric of his thin tunic. “Are you sure you want to take on that task?”

“I think I’ll manage,” he muttered, before kissing her once more. Aelin reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, which was growing longer once again. She loved it.

“Take a bath,” she whispered, kissing his cheek, his jaw, his neck. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

“Don’t we have people for that?”

“I find doing things for myself keeps me humble.”

Rowan huffed a laugh before disappearing into the washroom.

As the water ran, Aelin hurried down to the kitchens, smiling politely and greeting everyone she passed. After collecting a platter of meats, cheeses, bread, and berries, Aelin was finding her way back to her rooms. The water was still sloshing around from the washroom, so Aelin placed the platter on their table before finding her way back into her bedchamber and her wardrobe. After slipping off her gown, she pulled on a thin, golden nightgown and a knee length robe, leaving it open. She pulled the pins out of her hair, knowing that her duties for the day were complete and she would not be leaving this room any more tonight.

Collecting the book she’d been reading earlier, Aelin curled up on the couch in the sitting room, filling a glass with wine from a bottle brought straight from the personal stores of the King of Adarlan. She sipped the wine with an appreciative hum before opening her book and picking up where she’d left off.

The love interests had finally just given into their attraction for each other, desecrating every surface in the mountain side cabin in the best way. The kitchen table, the wall, the bath, the bed, Aelin couldn’t get enough as she turned page after page—

The next thing she knew, she heard the door to their bathroom opening wide and she glanced up to where her husband stood, taking up most of the doorway with his broad frame. He wore a pair of loose linen pants and…that was it. No shirt and from how low the pants hung on his hips, from what she could tell, no undershorts either.

His eyes took in where she sat on the couch, on the glass of wine on the side table and book in her hands and he smirked as he headed for the platter of food laid out on the table.

As he passed in front of the couch she sat on, Rowan froze, nostrils flaring delicately as he scented the air. Raising her eyebrows, Aelin cradled the book to her chest. “Yes?”

“What exactly are you reading?” He asked, continuing to the table the food was laid out on and leaning against it. He plucked a bunch of grapes up before picking them off one by one and popping them into his mouth.

“Nothing of your concern.” Aelin let the book fall back open in front of her, her eyes scanning the page. Rowan watched her for a moment, slowly eating his grapes, before grabbing a slice of bread and walking toward the couch. He plopped down next to her and read over her shoulder with a curse. “I repeat my earlier sentiment. Your court would be appalled if they knew of your reading material.”

“My court should admire how in touch and confident I am with the idea of romance,” Aelin crooned, nudging her husband in the chest with her shoulder.

Rowan snorted as he bit off a piece of bread. “This is not romance. This is animalistic fucking.”

A satisfied sensation flooded Aelin’s body as she looked up and met his gaze. “I’ve had to have some sort of companion in your absence.”

His green eyes were bright as he shoved the rest of the bread into his mouth and swallowed. “Surely this doesn’t compare.”

“No?” Aelin asked, teasingly, as Rowan dropped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple. “I don’t know. Me and my books have had some remarkable nights since you've been away.”

Rowan’s eyes narrowed, and although humored, they darkened slightly. “So you’ve been well taken care of, then?”

“Don’t you admire how I can take care of myself?” Aelin asked, setting her book on the table beside the couch before giving her Mate her full attention.

“Always have,” he confirmed, brushing his knuckles down her cheek. “Although I feel it defeats my purpose.”

She loved it when he teased her, when he was playful. To the rest of the world, he was a nightmare come to life, a warrior with one intent, an ancient, powerful male who had the hands of death and the heart of a soldier. Aelin knew better. He was all of that, of course, but he was also a male who sat on the couch with her and flirted, who teased her and made her laugh.

Who made her toes curl and her most delicate parts throb uncontrollably.

“Is that all you’re good for?” Aelin asked, shifting on the couch to straddle his lap. Rowan’s arms went around her waist, the most handsomely seductive little smile twisting his lips. “Pleasure?”

“As the husband of a queen?” he asked, one brow raised. “Yes. Yes, I’m fairly sure my only duty is to bring undeniable pleasure to Her Majesty.”

“Hmm.” Aelin pursed her lips. “That’s quite the claim. And if I can pleasure myself just as well as you can?”

A low growl came out of Rowan. Even in their playful state, she could sense his jealousy brewing. “I’ll have to be the judge of that.”

Aelin’s heart began beating just a little bit faster, and she hadn’t even realized that her hips had begun to move, slowly rolling over his, until she asked, “Oh?”

As Rowan nodded, his lips brushed her neck. “Show me how you’ve pleasured yourself in my absence, my Queen.”

Aelin’s eyes rolled back and she bit her lip, fighting the urge to moan. Beneath her, she knew exactly where Rowan’s mind was at. Between the hard thickness she rocked against and his scent, excitement and need bloomed in her core.

“I don’t think you can handle such a sight,” Aelin said, her grin wild and devious. “A month and a half of travel has surely left you needy. Handsy. Possessive.”

“I think you forget how patient I am,” he said, quietly, fingers teasing the hem of her nightgown.

Aelin rolled her eyes. “You’re not patient. You just like to pretend you are.”

Rowan took her chin between his fingers and made her meet his gaze. “Try me.”

There was something about his tone that filled her body with fire and chaos. His eyes were bright, crazed, full of lust and longing. Aelin was sure that hers mirrored his. Every night that she had spent alone in his absence was full of wishing he was there beside her, holding her, loving her until her knees shook and every thought from her mind had evaporated. Now that he was here, all she wanted was to have him inside of her, but she would play his game.

She would give him a show until he was begging.

Still straddling his lap, Aelin shook off her robe and took the hem of her silk nightgown, slowly pulling it over her head until it was sitting behind her on the carpet. Rowan’s hands found her waist but she shook her head, smirking as she pushed them away, back down to the couch cushions. “No touching.”

His eyes blazed as they swept from hers, to her bare breasts, then back up again. Although his breathing had increased, he didn’t protest. Instead, his cock twitched beneath her as he gripped the couch cushions on both sides of his thighs.

Aelin took her time pulling her hair back until it was held snugly by a ribbon, and Rowan was practically growling by the time she slid her hands down her abdomen, to the band of her undergarment.

“Is that patience of yours thinning?” she teased.

“No,” he said, but the word was clipped, his jaw hard as his eyes trailed down her body and rested on her fingers, where they began to slide down the thin fabric of her panties. A slow, heavy breath left Rowan and his eyes darkened as the fabric swept down her thighs and every inch of her was bared before him.

He didn’t even try to hide his lingering gaze. A gaze that Aelin felt powerful under. As Aelin ran a finger through her slick folds, Rowan cursed, low and filthy. His fingers flexed beside him, but his hands did not move. He obeyed the command of his Queen, even as Aelin moaned into the quiet space.

Even the thought of her husband had left her wet and wanting. She could slide down on him to the hilt, effortlessly, but she wouldn’t. No— she wanted to see how long this game would go, how far she could tease him without him pouncing.

How long he could go without completely losing his shit.

She wanted him completely unleashed.

Their joinings after time apart were already nearly cataclysmic, neither of them leaving their bed chamber for a day or two. It reminded Aelin of the true mating frenzy they’d been robbed of when Maeve stole her off that beach. As if the time they spent apart built up until it blew, until it wasn’t safe for anyone but the other to be around them.

That suited her just fine.

Dipping her finger into the well of her center, Aelin gasped softly, watching Rowan as he watched her. His nostrils flared and she knew he was scenting her, dying to bury himself in her arousal. With her other hand, she dragged her fingers up her toned stomach to her breast, cupping one. Her fingers toyed with her nipple, rolling it and teasing it until the sensitive bud was tight and peaked.

Rowan’s tongue darted out as he wet his lips, the only sign that he was struggling. His features were still set in stone, as if he were unfazed by her ministrations, but those eyes were locked on her.

Aelin removed her hand from her sex, fingers still glistening and reached up to touch Rowan’s chest.

Faster than she could blink, his own hand had captured her wrist. Her fingers were inches from his skin.

“What is it?” Her voice was husky, yet dripping with innocence, as if she didn’t know what she was doing to him.

Rowan sounded like he was in pain. Only a few moments and she’d already worked him up. “You said no touching.”

She clucked her tongue, leaning in so her chest pressed into his. It pinned their hands between them. “I said you couldn’t touch me.”

“Then you can’t touch me.”

And before she knew what was happening, Aelin found her self on one end of the couch, her back to the plush, rolled arm, while Rowan sat on the other end.

Much too far for her liking.

He didn’t move. His eyes never left her. They trailed after her fingers as she settled against the couch cushions, her legs stretching out, her toes nudging Rowan’s thigh. His breathing was shallow as his eyes locked on the hand that palmed her breast.

His hands didn’t stay still, though. Instead, Rowan untied his linen pants before slipping them down his thighs, his hardened length springing free. Aelin’s bottom lip was pulled between her teeth to keep from moaning at the sight of him, completely ready for her. She throbbed between her thighs and every thought from her mind vanished as Rowan fisted his cock and stroked.

Aelin could practically feel him thrusting into her as the image flooded her mind. This time, she let a moan free as she began circling the throbbing ache of her clit that was begging for relief.

Rowan’s rhythm matched hers, and for a moment, nothing could be heard in the room except for their heavy, disoriented breaths.

“Your books don’t seem to be of much use now,” he teased her, not bothering to look at the object behind her she claimed gave her so much pleasure.

Smirking, Aelin spread her legs wider, baring herself further to him. There wasn’t an inch of her body he hadn’t seen, hadn’t tasted, and she could see the raw hunger in his eyes. “They’re only necessary when I lack the imagination needed to—”

Her words fell off with a soft moan as she circled her clit, watching as Rowan worked himself. The muscles of his abdomen were straining and his hips would buck off the cushions every so often. Her mouth watered as he teased his cock, stroking the head slowly as beads of wetness appeared. Aelin wanted to lick him clean, to taste the unadulterated essence of her Mate after such a long time apart, but this game between them was first and foremost in her mind. What had started as a way to tease him had backfired in the most glorious way, and as Aelin watched her husband pump his cock in time to the plunge of her fingers into her core, she knew there was no way she would break first.

She breathed his name as that familiar sensation built in her core and Rowan’s jaw locked as he watched her body writhe beneath the power of her own fingers. Suddenly, Rowan’s hand worked himself faster, and a curse of his own left his mouth while Aelin cursed.

“Is this what you do in my absence?” Rowan hissed, his tone half teasing, half undone. His shoulders tensed as his wife cursed again, a string of profanity falling from her lips.

“Jealous?” she asked, but the word was nothing more than a whisper. She could hardly get it out as her hips rolled into her hands.

“How can I be jealous?” Rowan asked, his tone only pushing her further towards her release. “I know what’s going on inside that pretty little mind of yours.”

Aelin’s fingers slowed to a tantalizing speed. “And what is it that I’m thinking?”

Rowan grinned, and the sight had a whimper sounding from Aelin’s closed lips. “You’re thinking how good it’s going to feel when I finally bury myself deep inside of you.”

Aelin scoffed, although it was clear that it was nothing more than an act. “I thought I made it clear…I get by perfectly well in your absence. All by myself.”

Rowan’s hand slowed, until his hand wrapped around his cock but it did not move. “Your soul is mine. You are never alone.”

There was certainly some romantic notion in that statement, but it was mostly an animalistic declaration. No, as her Mate, their souls were connected. There was never a second that Aelin pleasured herself that she was not thinking about Rowan, even when he was thousands of miles away.

That thought alone had Aelin breathing, “Touch me.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth that Rowan grabbed her across the couch, dragging her body over his, and crashed his lips against hers. One of his hands was in her hair, the other on her ass and Aelin adjusted herself until she felt him pressing against her center, thick and hard and ready.

Gods, she needed him and she didn’t want to pretend she didn’t, no matter what game they were playing. He was not weaker for needing her, not as he’d once believed, and she wasn’t either. As he ravaged her with his kiss, Aelin rose up on her knees, lining him up with her entrance and sank down in one stroke that had both of them gasping.

Rowan’s mouth found her neck as she rode him, kisses alternating from long, languid sweeps of his tongue that made her squirm, to biting nips of the sweetest pain that had her quivering around him. His lips continued down her neck and shoulders, over her chest, until he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

Throwing her head back, Aelin moaned, writhing atop him, threading her fingers through his hair.

Rowan’s fingers kneaded her ass as he sucked and praised. He thrusted up as she rocked and bounced, and they did not even try to hide the noises that were shamelessly filling the space between them, around them. Aelin hoped the entire castle could hear, hoped that they all knew her Mate was home and her soul was complete yet again.

Rowan’s lips found hers, hungrily, his tongue diving into her open mouth. Their bodies were pressed up firmly against one another’s but it still wasn’t close enough. It would never be close enough. Aelin would always long to be closer, even if they were as close as two people could be. She whispered his name and came crashing down upon him yet again, drawing a deep moan from the back of Rowan’s throat. His head fell back and he cursed before throwing her back against the couch and claiming her with a primal relentlessness that had Aelin seeing stars.

She loved him like this.

Completely unhinged.

Lost in all she had to offer, unable to control his needs and desires.

All of it, only for her.

The room filled with Aelin’s gasps and screams and cries of his name as Rowan fell into her again and again, urgently and meticulously. With one hand gripping her thigh, the other fell in that little space between them and his thumb rolled her clit until she was falling into oblivion, drowning in her sweet release. Her knees shook and her chest heaved as she swore, her nails digging into his skin.

Rowan’s eyes were bright as she clenched and spilled out around him.

It was only a few more frantic thrusts before he was following her over the edge, groaning her name as he came.

His head fell into the crook of her neck, both of them breathing heavily as they came back down. Aelin was the first to move, dragging her nails up and down his back in slow, languid strokes.

A quiet groan rumbled in his chest and she laughed softly as her fingers found her way into his hair.

“Your hair will need a trim before we hold any official court business,” she mused with a smirk as he worked to settle his breathing.

“Your court can take me as I am.” His response was muffled by her skin, but she could hear the exhaustion in his words.

She hummed as she finger combed through the tangles. “I guess you're right. I am queen, after all. What I say goes.”

Rowan snorted, knowing she’d never use her power for something so vain, but didn’t reply.

“We should clean up,” she said, glancing down. His body still completely covered hers, right down to where he was still buried inside her, their mixed releases making a mess on the couch.

“We can clean up tomorrow.” He still hadn’t raised his head, his warm breath on her skin. “Sleep now.”

“We have a bedchamber for that, you know,” she teased and he finally pulled back to look at her.

She had only seen her mate look so exhausted a few times, so completely and utterly drained that she knew the moment his head hit the pillow, he’d be asleep, so she leaned up, pressing her lips to his. “I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he echoed, wrapping his arms around her tighter. “Every day and every night.”

Without warning, he stood, carrying her into the washroom, making quick work of cleaning them both off before heading for their bed.

Aelin clung to him, refusing to let go even for a second. She had to soak up every minute before he was called away again to fulfill yet another duty in honor of the beautiful country that they had brought back from the ashes.

They never redressed before snuggling closely together beneath the heap of blankets on their bed, dwelling in the heat and comfort of one another’s bare body.

They remained in that bed together all night, intertwined and connected, and stayed there until the following night came.

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leiawritesstories · 9 months

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It Happened Off-Camera

Rowaelin Month 2023, day 10: Guest Stars with Chemistry

a continuation of the dating show au prompt i wrote a while ago ;)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: language, innuendo, flirty Fenrys, naughty jokes, and i have no idea how a reality show works so i just made up stuff about that lol

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Views spiked almost 200% after last week, Aelin! The producer's comment echoed in Aelin's mind. We can't wait to see what the numbers look like when this week's episode airs.

She grimaced and turned away from her bathroom mirror. Although her villa was a camera-free zone, she wouldn't put it past the production team to find some loophole in that rule and sneak footage of her alone in her private space. Last week's episode had been an incredible success, though, what with her stupidly romantic date with Fenrys and the satisfaction of watching sniveling little Sam get booted from the suitor list.

Speaking of Fenrys...he was the first man she'd put down on the second-date list. He was just as charming and suave as the rest of the men on the show, but his infectious laugh and penchant for cracking inappropriate jokes at highly inappropriate times were right up Aelin's alley, so to speak. But she was famously close-lipped about her suitor list, both for her own sanity and for the drama.

So it was no surprise when the entire production crew gasped collectively when she and Fenrys went on a second date.

He rented a little rowboat and took her out onto the property's gorgeous lake, bringing her to the opposite shore, where he'd set up a picnic, complete with blankets, charcuterie, and wine. The camera crew followed them at a discreet enough distance, allowing Fen to lean over and whisper into her ear as he helped her out of the boat.

"Let's hope the subtitles don't pick this conversation up," he murmured, "because I don't need thousands of people hearing me tell The Bachelorette that I'm fighting a boner."

She snorted and playfully smacked his shoulder. "I wouldn't be worried about that if I were you, Fen. It's not like it's visible or anything."

He gasped in theatrical shock. "Aelin!"

"Fenrys," she cooed, the portrait of innocence. "You promised me food?" She raised her voice to camera-ready levels.

"Indeed I did." He gestured broadly to the picnic. "And even dessert, if you play your cards right." He wiggled his perfectly groomed eyebrows, playing it up for the cameras.

She laughed. "Slow down, Moonbeam. I'm one of those three-dates-before-going-home girls, you know."

"I was so hopeful!" He faked a dramatic groan. "Does this mean you'll grant me a third date, milady?"

"Maybe." She sipped at her wine, unaffected by the way he laid his head in her lap and stared imploringly up at her. "You're cute, Fen, but puppy eyes don't work on me." She leant down and whispered her next words too softly for the crew to hear. "Only bedroom eyes do."

Faster than she expected him to react, he raised his body and propped his arms on either side of her, pressing himself almost indecently close. "Thought you wanted three dates before that, Ae," he purred, playfulness and lust mingled in his dark eyes.

"Indeed," she murmured. And she pushed him gently back to his place. "No need to rush yourself, Moon Moon."

After the picnic, Fenrys rowed them back across the lake, stopping in the middle so she could gaze up at the blanket of starry darkness that laid across the property where filming took place. "Up there," he whispered, loud enough to be heard. "You can hardly see any constellations in the city, but they're so gorgeous out here."

"I was half expecting you to drop the not as gorgeous as me line," Aelin teased.

He snickered. "I can call myself gorgeous if you want, but I'd rather hear it from you." He paused, a roguish grin curling across his lips. "Moaned, ideally."

She coughed out a laugh and doubled over, almost toppling out of the boat. Swiftly, he lunged to catch her, righting both her and the boat. He cracked a quiet joke about not rocking the boat just yet and rowed them back to the shore, back towards the house where the rest of the candidates were waiting.

At least one of them was probably stewing at the fact that Fenrys had pulled a second date.

Just before they reached the pier, the boat bumped against something below the water's surface and rocked sharply.

"Shit!" Fenrys yelped, digging the oars into the water to counterbalance the sudden tilt, his muscles straining as the boat jostled and rocked again. "Hold on, Ae, I--fuck!" He spoke too late.

With a splash and a high-pitched "Shit!," Aelin went flying over the side of the boat, drawing in a sharp breath just before she plunged fully into the icy lake water. It might have been early summer, but the lake was far from pleasantly warm. She held her breath and extended her arms and legs, pushing at the water as she tried to work back to the surface.

But the godsdamned ridiculous, overly formal dress she'd been put in clung to her in all the wrong ways, constricting her range of motion, and those stupid heels were caught in what felt like a tangle of roots and wouldn't budge. Hell.

Aelin tried to keep her pounding heart under control as she bent back downwards and reached for her shoes, fumbling with the stupidly fucking tiny straps and buckles until she'd managed to free her feet from the damn things. Her lungs ached and burned with the effort of keeping her breath held. Push, Galathynius!

Partially freed, she pushed towards the surface, swearing violently to herself as she struggled against the godsdamned dress. Air rushed from her lips in a stream of silvery bubbles, and she clamped her lips back together, willing herself not to let go of any more precious breath even as she struggled to float.

Then a pair of strong, muscled arms wrapped around her waist, and she was pulled to the surface in a stroke of powerful, purely masculine strength.

She gasped and spluttered, chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her hair was plastered all over her face and her makeup ran in smeared trails, destroyed by the icy lake. Teeth chattering, she noticed the cameras zooming in on her waterlogged form and rapidly crossed her arms over her chest.

Her lack of a bra meant her nipples were rigid behind the dress, and the assholes editing the footage would never let that go unnoticed.

"Are you alright?" The man who still had his arms around her deposited her on the pier and grabbed the floating dock for stability, peering anxiously into her face. It wasn't Fenrys, as she'd thought.

It was Rowan Whitethorn.

And now her heart was pounding for multiple reasons.

"I-I'm f-f-fine," she managed to get out through chattering teeth and shivers.

"Hey!" Rowan hoisted himself out of the lake in a smooth, sleek lift that made Aelin immediately think of Anthony Bridgerton, and directed his next yell at the handful of men and crew members standing around watching Aelin shiver. "Get Miss Galathynius some damn towels! Have you never seen someone almost drown before?"

She smiled to herself. Maybe the man was more of a gentleman than she'd given him credit for initially. "I'm f-fine," she repeated, but the tremors shaking her body belied her words.

He crouched back down next to her, grumbled something about useless idiots, and laid two fingers against her pulse. "We need to get you inside," he murmured. "Can I pick you up?"

"Yes." Normally, she would refuse, but this wasn't normal.

Rowan scooped her into his arms, letting her nestle against his warm, if wet, chest, and strode towards her villa, leaving a trail of slack-jawed suitors, eager camera crew, and one flabbergasted Fenrys in his wake. "I wish they'd all fuck off," he mumbled into her sodden hair. "Yeah, yeah, it's a drama, but really?"

"Can't let the knight in sopping armor go unnoticed," Aelin quipped, her humor unharmed.

He chuckled. The deep rasp of it went right between her thighs. "If I wasn't on the damn show myself, I'd be the person punching the cameraman right about now."

"No need for that," she returned. "Just...just get me home." Exhaustion had overtaken her more than anything else.

"I will." She clung to the solid surety of those words and closed her eyes for the rest of the short walk to her villa. When he reached the steps, Rowan paused, suddenly unsure how to proceed. "Uh..."

"I don't think I can walk," Aelin admitted. "So, if you'll bring me inside, that would be lovely." She met his concerned pine gaze. "It's okay, Rowan. Plus, my villa is strictly no-cameras."

"Okay." So he walked up the stairs, pushed open her front door, brought her inside, and nudged the door closed behind them. Holding her stable with one arm, he locked the front door and then carried her into the kitchen. Gingerly, he set her down, but kept one arm around her waist for stability. "Where do you need to go?"

"Bathroom." She found her balance, wobbling only a bit, and led him down the hall to the master bedroom and its attached bathroom. She made it all the way into the modern, marble-and-glass space before her stomach roiled and she lurched away from him. "Gods," she groaned as she bent over the toilet. "Why now? Why tonight?"

Unexpectedly gentle, Rowan's hands swept her wet hair away from her face and rubbed her back in soothing strokes. "It's alright, Aelin. Just let it all out."

She retched a couple more times before her stomach settled down and her body started insisting that she get out of her uncomfortably wet clothes and into a nice warm bath. "Rowan?"

"Yeah?"

"I...I need a bath."

His tan cheeks flushed an adorable shade of bright red. "Do you need me to leave?"

She blew out a sigh. "I'd say yes, but--oh hell," she cursed as her legs gave out beneath her. "Well, it seems I'm still unstable."

"Okay." He glanced around the bathroom for a minute, unsure, and then went and turned on the bathwater, filling up the sunken marble tub with steaming heat.

"Unzip me, please," she requested, feeling her face burn crimson with the awkwardness of the request. To her relief, he didn't comment, just fumbled with the wet satin before finding the tiny zipper and carefully pulling it down the length of her back. She peeled the sodden material off her body and dropped it on the floor, not caring that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and walked down the steps into the deliciously hot bath.

Behind her, Rowan drew in a sharp breath. "Aelin." If she was in any other reality, she'd swear that there was predatory violence underlying his tone.

"What?" Safely submerged in the water up to her shoulders, she turned to look at him.

Poorly-concealed wrath tightened his handsome face. "Who did that to you?"

So he'd seen the scars slashing across her back. "Car accident. Happened when I was a child," she said, simply, boiling the truth down to its most sanitized version. And because he still looked like murder, she added, "The drunk driver who hit the car I was in died on impact."

He relaxed. A smidge. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." She leaned back into the bath, a small, soft moan escaping her as the hot water eased the tension in her muscles and warmed her chilled body back up. A thought dropped into her mind, and she cracked her eyes open. "You can use the shower if you need, Rowan."

He was still fixed where he stood, and she could have sworn that she saw dark desire flicker in those forest-colored eyes of his. "What if I want a bath?" he asked, and fire licked down her spine at the sound of his voice, low and rough and thrumming with leashed need.

And with that question, Aelin got the unmistakable sense that she'd found her bachelor.

"Then the steps are right there," she breathed, holding his intense gaze, feeling her body electrify the longer he stared at her. The longer he dragged out the charged silence, though, the more she began to question. "Unless I've read the room wrong, in which case I'm an idiot, and--oh gods, I fucked up, and--"

"Aelin." Clothes hit the marble floor with a wet thud and Rowan's chiseled body cut through the steaming water until he stood right in front of her, reached out, and caught her chin with his fingertips, tipping her head up to his. "You didn't read anything wrong."

Her breath hitched at his closeness, at the heat between them that had nothing to do with the bath. "Rowan," she whispered, hardly daring to believe the scene was real, "kiss me."

"What about the three date rule?" Gods burn her, he had a sense of humor, too?

"You found the loophole," she grinned. "Rescue the damsel in distress, and that counts as three dates."

"Lucky me." And Rowan kissed her.

Aelin blinked awake to bright sunlight, rumpled sheets, and Rowan Whitethorn snoring behind her.

She couldn't control the grin that blossomed across her face as she laid there, snug and warm in the cocoon of his arms, and listened to the adorable, snuffling snore emanating from the most controlled man on the show. Unable to help it, she rolled over and looked into his slumbering face, reaching out to trail her fingertips lightly over the tattoo that spiraled down his arm.

"I can feel you staring," he mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Can you blame me?" She dipped her head, brushed a featherlight kiss over his lips. "You're adorable when you snore."

He grumbled something incoherent. "I don't control that."

"And it ruffles your feathers, I know," she teased. "I think it's--oh!" Her teasing was cut off with another kiss.

After they separated, breaths ragged, Rowan twined a lock of her hair around his fingers, uncertainty flashing across his face. "Ae?"

"Hmm?" She held his gaze. "You can talk to me, Ro," she murmured, reassuring him the same way he'd comforted her last night.

He exhaled heavily. "Last night...it...what's going to happen?"

"Well, I'm going to start dating you," she replied. "I'll probably keep one or two other guys around because the contract says I have to, but as of now, you are the only man in my life." She traced the angle of his cheekbones. "Why?"

"Because--" The normally unflappable, granite-faced businessman fumbled for words. "Will you promise to keep a secret, Ae?"

"Of course." She laced her free hand into his and squeezed. "I promise."

He worried his lower lip, took a steadying breath, and dropped the biggest bombshell of the whole show on her.

"I have a daughter."

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what do you think of the theory referenced in this post?

https://www.reddit.com/r/acotar/comments/10wxpyb/koschei_and_lucien_theory/?rdt=36999

This line is something I agree with because I made a post on this very thing over a year ago:

We know what Koschei is planning, he wants to rule their land. World domination is a pretty standard MO for villains.

Vassa is not still in Prythian, she's in the human lands. Per whatever bargain Elain's father made. Elain and Lucien's relationship is still strained because she's a human turned fae who is fighting against her mating bond, EXACTLY like her human turned fae sister who was fighting against her mating bond.

Elain was engaged and in love with someone else when her bond snapped she was not going to go running into Lucien's arms? I also think it's normal that after Graysen rejected her, partially because of her bond, she was not then going to go running into Lucien's arms.

So Koschei decided he'd give Lucien a fake bond with Elain so he could tap into his unknown Day Court powers a single time just to go to Elain's side....... for what reason exactly?

Has Lucien spent the last two years training those powers? Not according to canon. Has his "fake" bond with Elain benefited Koschei in any way since then? Sarah didn't need to write a mating bond between Elucien for Lucien to leave the Spring Court, not when Tamlin was already being abusive towards Lucien and Ianthe sexually assaulting him. Not with the downfall of Spring. There was already more than enough reason for Lucien to head to the NC with Feyre.

Also, Lucien was at Koschei's lake without Elain so why is the fake bond ruse necessary almost two years later? Lucien is living with Vassa and Jurian, he and Elain have not been tricked into starting a life together, so where's the big gotcha in a fake Elucien bond reveal?

Yes, because that's moment they locked eyes for the first time. Nessian's bond didn't snap until they slept together multiple times. Rhys's bond with Feyre snapped only after she was turned fae and after they had a whole conversation. Rowaelin's bond didn't snap until after they shared a bed as friends for months.

And so has every single Archeron bond. Next.

Lucien would have been willing to go with or without a bond with Elain. He felt out of place in the NC even without his situation with Elain and knew he couldn't return to Spring or Autumn.

A fake Elucien bond has zero stakes to it after two years so this is never a theory I'll stand behind.

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live-the-fangirl-life · 2 years

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Incriminating Questions

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn

Malicious closet doors and broken bones.

Written for Rowaelin Month 2022 Day 5: A Trip to the Hospital

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Rowaelin Month

Warnings: Language, Blood, Broken Nose

1296 words

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The white tiled waiting room of Orynth Medical Center was surprisingly empty. Two dozen vaguely comfortable chairs were sporadically set up around the room, their simple patterns fading in the sunlight as some top forties pop song from two years ago played faintly from speakers hanging in each corner of the ceiling.

“Reason for today’s visit?” Rowan read aloud from the paperwork he held in his hands.

Aelin didn’t answer.

Not even half an hour ago, he had been in the middle of cooking the two of them dinner when he’d heard a dull thud followed swiftly by Aelin’s loud cursing. After quickly turning the stove off, Rowan had walked into the living room to find Aelin bent over at the waist, clutching both hands to her face as blood began dripping through her fingers and onto their carpet.

In the two seconds it had taken him to get to her side, Rowan saw the closet door beside her open wide on its hinges with a red smear on the painted wood. Right at the height of Aelin’s nose.

“Shit!” she cursed again. But either from her hands on her face or the swelling of her nose, the expletive came out in a garbled mess.

Rowan guided her to stand up so he could get a better look at her nose, unable to help his grimace at the sight. Thankfully, Aelin had still had her eyes squeezed shut, so she hadn’t seen his reaction. Then, before he could stop her from injuring any other part of herself, she turned and kicked the closet door. Hard.

It swung back heavily and jammed in the doorframe. That was the problem with this door; it always got stuck in the frame. It constantly took an effort to pry the closet open, even for him. So he could only guess that Aelin got fed up with it, pulled too hard, and the door came open with such force it hit her in the face, breaking her nose, by the looks of it.

Now, halfway through filling out paperwork at the hospital, Aelin carefully held a towel to her face to control the bleeding.

Paperwork. So much paperwork. Was it not enough that her face was bruised and bleeding? At least she wasn’t in so much pain anymore; Rowan had managed to get her to take some pain meds during the drive to the hospital.

So, he worked his way through her patient intake paperwork for her. Aelin wouldn’t have been able to do it without leaving it covered in bloodstains, and it gave Rowan something to focus on so that he wouldn’t go full Buzzard, as Aelin so lovingly put it.

“Reason for today’s visit?” he repeated, already scribbling an answer but hoping to hear Aelin say something, wanting to keep her talking.

She groaned and leaned her head on his shoulder, grumbling, “Evil, malicious doors.”

Rowan huffed a short laugh which earned him a sidelong glare from his girlfriend. “Want me to beat up the closet for you when we get home?”

“I’m almost offended you have to ask,” she grinned. “That should be boyfriend 101: Avenge thy partner of rudeness inflicted upon them, including but not limited to that displayed by inanimate objects.”

"Thy?" He raised a brow, smirking.

Aelin rolled her eyes. "Yes, thy. It's a longstanding, very ancient rule. I suggest you familiarize yourself with the rest of the textbook."

Rowan laughed as he wrote the answer to another question, nodding along. Catching her eye and feeling his lips twitch up further at the amused blue and gold irises staring back at him, he assured, “Then consider the awful door next year’s firewood.”

Chuckling, Aelin affectionately nudged his shoulder with hers.

Returning his focus to the papers at hand, Rowan trailed the pen down to the next question. “Have you ever broken a bone?”

Again, he knew the answer; honestly, he probably could’ve filled this whole thing out on his own but having Aelin answer the questions herself was hopefully taking her mind off her possibly broken nose. He’d barely set the pen down in the box marked No, when –

“Mine, or someone else’s?” Aelin asked curiously.

Rowan rolled his eyes, glancing at Aelin who was now resting her head on the back of the chair, eyes closed as she held the towel to her face. “You know, surprisingly, it doesn’t specify.”

Aelin scoffed, and he could tell she was fighting a smirk. “It should. It would save a lot of confusion.”

“Yeah, because I’m sure they get a lot of misguided patients trying to tell them all about how they’ve broken another person’s bones.”

“Please,” she scoffed, cracking an eye open to look at him, “if they were smart, they wouldn’t explain how. That would be too incriminating.”

“Right.” Rowan deadpanned. “How foolish of me to imply such a thing.”

With another roll of his eyes, he tried returning his attention to the questionnaire but stopped when Aelin hummed an agreement to his last comment, shutting her eyes again as she relied on him to finish writing.

“No, you’re right,” he goaded. “I think you should go up and ask them to clarify the question. I’m sure it’s a common mistake. We don’t want to give them the wrong information, do we?”

Aelin’s lips twitched up into a smirk. “Nah, I don’t want them to feel bad about their poor question writing skills. Especially since that would create follow-up questions like ‘Was the resulting fracture a consequence of purposeful action, or an unfortunate outcome of personal negligence?', or, ‘Objectionably, was the resulting fracture to the receiving party well deserved?’ and that would probably just add too many variables for their poor databases to handle.”

Rowan blinked. Then he shook his head at his girlfriend, who was fully grinning at that point, and chuckled as he turned his attention back to the questionnaire. “Sometimes, you terrify me.”

“Good.” Aelin’s grin widened and she flashed him a wink. “Don’t worry, Whitethorn, I would never break one of your bones.”

He sent her another flat look. “Wow. I am so relieved. Your mercy and generosity are astounding.”

A loud snort escaped Aelin’s lips which quickly turned into loud laughter, the sound tugging his own mouth up at the corners like it always did. But then her laughter transformed into groans as the movement tugged at her nose.

Rowan pointedly checked the No box and moved on. “Your sense of humor is still intact, so I’ll take that as you’re not in any immediate danger,” he teased, but the sentiment was genuine seeing as she no longer seemed to be wincing in pain.

“I wouldn’t use that as the rule,” she countered with another smirk, pulling the towel away from her face as, thankfully, the blood had stopped flowing.

“Right,” Rowan conceded, “you’d be a smartass even as you’re passing out.”

Aelin nudged his shoulder with hers and shrugged. “As long as my ass is as nice as it is smart…”

He laughed, finally getting to the bottom of the sheet, opting not to ask Aelin any more incriminating questions. Rowan stood up, smirked, and replied, “Yeah, I’d say it is.”

After he’d delivered the papers back to the front desk, Rowan reclaimed his seat beside Aelin and draped an arm over her shoulders, squeezing once as she leaned herself into his side. They sat in comfortable silence, Aelin periodically poking her nose and wincing at the touch but glad it didn’t cause any more bleeding.

“Wait,” Rowan’s hand froze where it had been sliding up and down her arm. “Have you broken someone else’s bones?”

Aelin huffed a laugh. “That is for me to know, and for you,” she paused, chuckling again, “to apparently not find out."

“Aelin.”

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thegreyj · 2 years

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A Royal Promise

Rowaelin month day four: Royalty AU @rowaelinscourt

I originally wasn’t meant to write anything for this prompt, but inspiration works in the weirdest of ways. I've never written royalty AUs before and I have no idea how to do that either. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this yet, but I decided to go ahead and post it anyway. I may have an idea/plan to make this a multichapter too.

CW: arranged engagement, loneliness between the lines, angst (I’m sorry angst just comes to be easily)

A Royal Promise

Crown princess Aelin Galathynius had lived her entire life being told she would be queen.

Right when she learned how to talk, she was taught how to speak properly, how to address other royals and subjects, and how to speak to delegates from kingdoms far away and close.

She was taught how to walk gracefully, never run. She knew how to dance the proper dances, how to kindly decline any improper requests for a dance – which were rare to be honest, only those unmarried and lower in rank than her. Because it wouldn’t do for a queen-to-be to marry any low-ranking royals.

The crown princess lived her life without ever actually living.

Oh, how she yearned to live.

Her only chance of living was the prince she had been promised to when she was five years old.

Prince Rowan Whitethorn had lived his life to the fullest. He had been taught how to speak properly, how to act properly and how to rule over a kingdom. He also knew swear words and how to fight.

He also knew the proper dances and how to request a dance with royal lady. His knowledge included some of the rowdier dances as well, along with where to find the best ale on tap.

The prince lived each day of his life like it was the best day of his life.

He didn’t think twice about the lonely princess he was betrothed to.

The day had finally come, and prince Rowan Whitethorn and his delegates were set to arrive to Terrasen. Crown princess Aelin felt almost giddy for the first time in her life. She was going to be meeting her future husband, the man who was set to become king to her country.

So far, she had only seen his face in the portraits they had gotten. To her knowledge, he had also seen her portraits as well – at least they had been sent to him.

But this would be the first time they would actually see each other, to hear each other speak. To get to know each other. Would he be as excited and terrified as she was? Were his delegates nice, the ones he had chosen to travel with him? The crown princess had so many questions, and no answers yet as she was patiently waiting by the steps of the palace with her parents and other important royals, like the lords and advisors, and her cousin Aedion.

Aelin could already see the carriage bringing her future husband and his friends. If it weren’t for her training on how to act, she might’ve started to shake or jump due to the excitement.

Once the carriage stopped and the door opened, she swore the world stopped. Aelin couldn’t tell if it was prince Rowan who had been the first or the last to step out, her excitement allowed her to see no one else except the man who would have her heart.

“His royal highness, Prince Rowan Whitethorn of Doranelle, your majesties,” someone introduced.

Aelin finally laid her eyes on the most beautiful green eyes. The silver hair was real too, not just something they embellished on the portrait. Her heart fluttered, but she tried to act nonchalant and curtsied as she was supposed to. The prince bowed. She could faintly hear the others being introduced as well, curtsying to them when it was deemed proper.

Then prince Rowan stepped closer to Aelin, offering her his arm.

“May I walk you to the luncheon, your highness?”

Aelin nodded her confirmation, smiled and slowly placed her hand on the arm offered to her, feeling all the muscles on there. He truly had been present during his physical exercises.

They walked towards the hall where the meal had been set up for the arriving guests and got seated to their assigned places. As was custom, the pair betrothed to each other were places opposite each other. Prince Rowan’s friends seated next to him.

During the meal, everyone enquired about the others, just to get to know each other better. Some well-timed compliments about looks and successful functions.

“Your portraits really do you no justice, prince Rowan,” the crown princess stated.

“Thank you, your highness. Your beauty hasn’t been exaggerated at the least either,” the prince responded kindly. Aelin felt just the tiniest bit of blush spread on her cheeks.

They continued their chat a bit as they ate. Aelin found out the prince enjoyed swordfighting, his favorite meal was meat on a stick – how on earth does a royal enjoy something so bland did not make sense to the princess. Then again, prince Rowan could not understand how the princess’ favorite meal was ‘anything chocolate’. They did have something in common as well, both enjoyed reading and made plans to explore the royal library together later.

After the meal, the prince and his friends were showed to their rooms for a bit of rest before the evening festivities.

Aelin spent the few hours after lunch reading, then choosing the dress to wear that evening. For the first time in her life she actually wanted to impress someone, so it was extremely important to choose the perfect dress along with the perfect accessories.

Once the crown princess was dressed and her hair was done, she decided to leave her rooms a bit earlier to walk to prince Rowan’s to ask him if he’d like to escort her to the fest as well. It was unusual for the princess to walk the halls alone, but not impossible, so the maids and guards didn’t even bat their eyes at the lone princess walking towards the guest quarters.

As she was turning the corner to the hallway where the prince was staying, Aelin froze.

The sight in front of her was most definitely her betrothed.

But with someone who wasn’t her.

Prince Rowan was holding the hand of one of his delegates, lady Lyria, to his heart. Aelin stayed still, partially hidden behind the wall, as she listened to what the prince was saying.

“I can’t help it; we were promised to each other when we were children. I can’t just break it off and run away, Lyria. But I’m not letting you go. I would marry you in a heartbeat if it was possible. It is you I love. You and our child.”

Aelin was horrified at what she just witnessed. Not only her future husband was in love with someone else, but he also hadn’t even given Aelin a chance. And now he already was expecting a child with that someone else.

Aelin could feel her heart breaking before it had even started really beating.

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rowaelinscourt · 2 years

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Rowaelin Month: PROMPT LIST

Happy writing/drawing/headcanon creation/playlisting/etc., and we look forward to seeing what you create!

If you are having a hard time viewing the prompts on the calendar for whatever reason, or if you struggle with images, the prompts are also listed out below the cut.

September 11: Songfic

September 12: Babies and Pregnancy

September 13: Travel/Vacation

September 14: Royalty or Modern Royalty AU

September 15: A Trip to the Hospital

September 16: College or University AU

September 17: Holiday Celebration

September 18: Rowaelin Dancing

September 19: Single Parent AU

September 20: An Unconventional Way to Get a Date

September 21: Work Rivals

CANON PROMPTS:

September 22: Rowaelin in the Library Rowan Gifted to Aelin

September 23: A Post-Canon Scene

September 24: What If...?

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manonblaqkbeak · 2 years

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A Little Something

hello, me again with the very exciting titles as always lol.

hope you’re all doing well.

this fic is an attempt to be humourous, and i have no idea if it worked on paper. a little rowaelin human au this time bc i keep getting human rowaelin fic ideas lately.

enjoy!

cw: none??

word count: 1.3k

Aelin had done a lot of travelling throughout the world in her twenty-five years of life, from travelling around her own country and continent, to the further reaches of the plant, there was always the same spots she was drawn too.

The beach. No matter how far she travelled, Aelin would always find a way to get to the beach. There was simply something magical about the ocean, about the sounds and imagery it created. The utter peace she felt when she would sit on the sand, and tune out the rest of the world while listening to the sounds of the crashing waves and seagulls.

And ever since she started dating Rowan, her love of the beach intensified.

It had become a shared love between them; it was where they had their first date—a picnic at sunset—and where they declared their love and consummated their relationship.

She was about to suggest to Rowan, who was driving her convertible, for a quick stop at the beach before going to their hotel when he seemingly read her mind and did so. There weren't many cars around at the closest parking, but Rowan drove further until he found a park higher up so they had a better view of the cerulean waves.

“How do you think Aedion and Lysandra are handling everything?” Rowan asked as they held hands and made their way to the rail. The air was heavy with salt and wildflowers.

“Well, I haven't received any texts from either of them saying that they've killed each other,” Aelin said, leaning against Rowan's chest as his arms came to rest around her waist, his chin on the top of her wavy head. “But it's only been a couple of hours so we'll have to wait and see.”

Aelin and Rowan were headed to a pretty coastal town for two weeks for a holiday, mainly to spend some more quality time together and to have a break from work, but also for a festival one weekend and then a symphony orchestra the next. And instead of paying for a house-sitter, Aedion and Lysandra offered to look after their apartment for them. Aelin was well-aware that her cousin and best friend were in the “thinking about moving in together” phase of their relationship and was more than happy lend out her and Rowan's apartment so that they could truly see if they were ready for that big step.

Rowan was interested to see how it went (though his impassive face didn't exactly reveal it) and was fine with them making themselves feel as if it was their own place—except for the “no sex rule” he had given them (although he had reluctantly relented after the heavy scoffing he received—but only if they had sex in the bathtub and on top of their own towels and thoroughly cleaned the bathtub afterwards. Aelin, despite knowing Rowan as well as her the back of her hand, wasn't sure if the was kidding or not about it).

They listened and watched the waves in comfortable silence and Aelin found herself saying without any fear or doubt: “I was thinking, in the future, when we get married, we should have it on the beach.”

Rowan tensed, his arms tightened around her waist momentarily before loosening, and Aelin's heart both stopped in her chest and got stuck in her throat.

They were each others soulmates, they both knew that, but maybe talking about weddings was just too soon—they had only been dating for nine months (but that didn't seem too short of a time, since they moved in together after three and a half months).

“I knew you would find it, Aedion told me you would, I just didn't think it would be a week after I got it,” he chuckled. “I know you're the secret schemer in this relationship, but I thought I could at least give it a try.”

Now it was Aelin's turn to tense as she turned in Rowan's arms, his handsome tattooed face soft.

“Rowan,” Aelin said, her throat dry, “what are you talking about? What do you think I've found.”

The soft look that Aelin loved dropped like a stone and Rowan cleared his throat. “Nothing. I was talking about nothing.”

Aelin left the warmth of his embrace and faced him completely. Her heart was pounding and it had absolutely nothing to do with the iced caramel coffee she recently consumed.

“Rowan,” she tried again, “do you...do you have something you want to give me?”

“What? Nothing. I mean, I've got ideas of what to buy you over these next two weeks? Like books and gifts and manicures and pedicures and apparently there's sky-driving not far from us, and hiking and a buffet, but other than that, I've got nothing.”

Aelin's face broke into a wide smile at his yammering, he was flustered and it was a rare sight. “Buzzard.”

“Fireheart.”

Realising that maybe he had some grand plan, Aelin's smile dropped. “Have I ruined the surprise?”

“No, because I haven't told you if I've gotten you something.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Rowan, I think it's perfectly clear that you have something.” And Gods, was she dying to know what it looked like.

Rowan sighed and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her not once or twice but thrice. “Are you sure you didn't find it?”

“No. I might be a snoop in other people's lives but I refrain from doing any snooping in your life because of moments like this.”

“How kind of you.”

Aelin snorted and kissed him. “So?” Rowan raised a silver brow. “Can I see it?”

“No, because I am not pro—showing you what it is in a car park.”

Aelin's smiled showed up again, this one full of mischief. “Can I at least have a clue?”

“No.”

Sighing dramatically, Aelin wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat steady and calming. Rowan kissed the top her head and wrapped his arms around her.

“I know that I'm not much of a traditionalist, but did you ask for my parents blessing? I really don't wanna hear for the rest of my life of how you didn't ask them because it's the 'proper thing to do'.”

“I may have asked them, I'll give you the proper answer soon.”

Another snort left her and Aelin found herself contemplating. “Actually, I'm glad you haven't asked me today.”

“And why is that?” Rowan asked, giving up any pretense that he didn't have an engagement ring for her.

“Because I have coffee breath and I'm wearing leggings and one of your old shirts.”

“And Birkenstock sandals with socks on.”

Aelin playfully jabbed him. “So do you.”

Rowan kissed her again. “I'm looking forward to asking you.”

“You already know that my answer is yes, in case I haven't made it clear.”

“I know.”

X X X

When the time to officially ask Aelin to be his wife, Rowan asked her during the symphony as her favourite piece played in the background, the swirling notes joining in the music drifting in from the ocean.

Aelin squealed in delight when she finally saw the ring—a princess cut emerald with a gold band that suited her perfectly and said yes a hundred times before Rowan got a chance to properly say his speech, but neither of them wouldn't have it any other way.

It was her favourite gifts from their holiday, and she was pleased for her parents when her mother and father talked about how they were waiting everyday for the news ever since Rowan asked them face to face.

And on the way home, they made another stop at the beach, this time with Rowan confirming that a beach wedding would suit them wonderfully and got down on one knee to propose a second time in his Birkenstock sandals and socks, with Aelin wearing the same outfit the day their holiday started, laughing as he did so with her fiance's smile as bright as the sun behind them.

She let him know afterwards that she would still have said yes if he asked her that first day, and would say yes even if she was nothing but her birthday suit.

So he made a point to ask her that very night in their shower, her body covered in suds and Rowan’s silver hair falling in his eyes.

She still said yes, even as she rolled her eyes at his rare display of theatrics.

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tomtenadia · 2 years

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A Little Braver - 70

Helloooo... So, yours truly will be in Italy for ten days from tomorrow. I am not taking my laptop with me, but I will read all your Rowaelin fics and I have one ready to be posted. So as a gift, I am going to leave you with ch 70.

Another big day for Rowan and for Brullo too.

MASTERLIST

It was May and the sun was shining up high. Rowan rolled out of bed and smiled. It was a special day. A year ago his new adventure as a paramedic had started. His plan b. The best decision of his entire life. On that day he was going to have a meeting with Chief Harker and discuss his future. He hoped Lys had given him a good review but most of all, he wanted to stay at east. Not just for Aelin. The entire team was incredible and he had bonded deeply in the past six months. He was one of the family through and through.

He leaned over and kissed Aelin. They had a belated birthday party. Her official one came on a day she was on shift. The team threw a full on shindig at the firehouse, but then he had taken her out. They had an opera date night and dinner at Enda’s restaurant and once back home he had given her his special present.

But while she was still sound asleep, he was giddy. He made waffles using the super cool waffle maker Aelin had given him for his birthday. He loved it. He looked around the kitchen and swore. They were weeks away from moving to their new house and a lot of stuff was being packed already. Had it been for Aelin they would have left it until the night before. He had managed to convince her to start at least pack the non essential items. Turned out that some of his cooking tools counted as non essential to Aelin. Which made sense since she was not the one cooking. In the two years they had been together the amount of fancy utensils had grown and Aelin kept being puzzled by why they needed such a large selection of pots and pans and oven dishes and why they needed about five different types of knives? She had laughed at him when he told her that there was a special one to cut bread. Once at Enda she had asked the man if it was true and the man had showed him the collection of utensils in a professional kitchen.

The cousins had become a permanent fixture in their life and Rowan was glad to have them back. Sellene had started working full time at the restaurant and Enda had hired her as baker. Aelin was a fan of his cousin’s cakes.

He looked away at the mantle piece and saw the box with the fragment of the old hangar. It was there, prominent. Aelin wanted to have it out so that when people would ask what it was she could answer saying that it had been the best fire of her life. In April they had celebrated two years together and some days Rowan still could not believe Aelin had chosen him.

He was woolgathering when a set of hand brushed his midriff and felt her lips deposit a kiss on his naked back. He had put shorts on, but the day was lovely so he had opened the window and was enjoying some rare warmth in Orynth.

“Good morning, paramedic Whitethorn.”

He turned her in his arms and kissed her “morning, captain.”

“Ready for the big day?” Her words a whisper against his lips.

“Will you still love me if I don’t end up at east?” He kissed her “what if I end up in a regional house?” His gaze landed on her “please tell me our house in the north falls under Marcus’ jurisdiction.”

Aelin smiled “it does, it’s still in a city postcode.”

He relaxed and Aelin bumped his nose “were you making waffles?”

“Yes, are you okay with them?”

“Very much…”

Breakfast had then lead to a shower and illicit activity and now Rowan felt that he was running late. He had said goodbye to Aelin promising to see her at the station after the meeting.

He felt bad showing up in front of the chief is his paramedic uniform, but he was meant to go on shift afterwards. Surely the chief would understand. Then he realised it was his military training kicking in. Showing in front of a superior in nothing but perfect uniform was the rule.

He climbed the steps quickly and at the reception he announced himself to the secretary. Chief Harker came to meet him a few minutes later “Rowan…”

“Morning, chief.”

“It seems like yesterday when you were standing in that hall for your interview,” he made polite conversation until they reached his office.

“Sit down, please,” and he took out his file and opened to read it “So, we are here for your six months review. Anything you’d like to say?”

Rowan nodded “these have been the best six months I could have asked for. I love my job, deeply. I have an amazing team and two wonderful partners who have taught me so much.”

The chief gave him a huge grin “Lysandra wrote a very in depth review of your training months,” he paused “and she asked me to add that it was made with the eyes of a senior paramedic, not as a friend. It was based on your actions, skills and what you showed in the field.”

“Thank you.”

“Rowan Whitethorn has proven to be a very skilled paramedic. He accepted all the teaching from myself and Miss Lochan but has also shown the ability to work independently if the situation asked for it. He displayed great people skills with the patients, making them comfortable and reassuring when panicking. Mr Whitethorn is eager to learn and displayed great passion for the medic career. He is calm and focused and on a couple of occasions he had demonstrated to perform wonderfully under pressure. He fits perfectly with the firehouse and also has become an asset for the paramedics team. It is my judgment that Mr Whitethorn be fully granted the status of paramedic and work under miss Lochan as her permanent partner.”

The chief stopped reading and his heart was racing madly in his chest. He had done it.

“I guess that Lysandra’s report speaks for itself.”

Rowan nodded.

“I had a good feeling about you from the start and I usually I am good at reading people.”

“Thank you sir for this opportunity.”

“Lysandra reported to me very frequently, and I have known the woman for a long time and it takes a lot to impress her. You and Elide are the only two paramedics she actually ever liked or trusted and that is the biggest endorsement.”

Rowan nodded once more, feeling that words would fail him.

“And yes… you will be staying at east. I am not separating a team that works. I am sure you are aware that Lysandra is planning to step down and join the academy as instructor.”

“She hasn’t said it officially but I think everyone suspects it.”

“Lysandra confirmed it to me last week. She will do her last shift today at east and then become an instructor. She is six months pregnant and firehouse life is taking a toll on her.”

Rowan had noticed and on every call he had been worried. It was getting harder for Lys to do most things. She had progressively let Elide be in charge while she was overseeing things. At the firehouse she struggled to sleep and she was always tired. Aelin had explained to him that Lys wanted to stay until his appointment was permanent, but it had been hard on the woman and Aedion had been appearing for visits more and more frequently.

“I guess you are eager to go back to the station and celebrate.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go, you deserve it.”

Rowan did not bother to text Aelin. He just jumped in the car and drove to east station.

He walked through the common room doors with a sad face just to mess with them. He just hoped Lysandra hadn’t said anything.

Aelin was the first one who spotted him “Ro?”

He sighed dramatically “they sent me to the worst station in all of the TFD. The team is bonkers and don’t get me started on the captain,” he was struggling to contain his grin “she is such a menace.”

And when they all finally registered his words they exploded. Aelin ran to him and jumped in his arms, kissing him all over his face “You are at east.”

He stared in her eyes “I am.”

Aelin climbed down and the rest of the team went for a hug and then he awkwardly enveloped Lysandra in his arms “thank you,” he kissed her head “for everything. For all you taught me and all the opportunities.”

Lysandra caressed his face and sniffled “you have been an incredible student,” then she turned to the team while still sniffling “I guess it’s time to make it official,” she grabbed Elide and Rowan’s hands “This is my last shift in the firehouse, then I will officially transfer at the academy as instructor.” She was now crying “my little boy here is making it hard to cope with firehouse life,” she patted her bump “Elide will be the new PIC and Rowan her partner,” she blew her nose quite hard “I love you all, this is the best team I could have asked for and knowing that Elide has a great partner makes it much easier for me to step down.” She tuned to Elide and with her hand she reached her collar and removed her insignia and stepped closer to her friend “Elide, you are officially the PIC. You worked hard for this and I know you will do great. I trained you, I know what you are capable of,” then she hugged “I will miss you.”

Rowan moved beside Aelin and pulled her to him.

Lysandra pulled back and breathed in “I will see you all and I am sure Aelin will fill me in on all of your adventures,” then she looked at her friends “you are not allowed to cry, I am the pregnant one, it’s my prerogative,” a friendly punch on Brullo’s shoulder “and we also have to celebrate our lieutenant today.”

That had been the plan, to wait for Rowan’s news and the celebrate with the hope of a quiet shift.

Enda had sent food over and Sellene had prepared the cake. It was in the shape of the firehouse, at the front she had an engine parked near a number 30 and the ambulance with a figurine beside it that looked a lot like Rowan.

Aelin had it commissioned a week before. Lysandra had told her in secret that Rowan was staying at east and she had set her plan in motion.

“Did Sellene do that?” asked Ansel eyeing the cake.

“She has become a pro.”

“I feel guilty eating it.”

Rowan chuckled “Don’t worry, Asterin, Aelin surely doesn’t.”

The woman in question punched him gently on the shoulder “beware captain or I ask chief Harker to ship you to the worst regional team they have.”

He grinned and kissed her.

The boys started to distribute the cake around and when everyone had a piece Aelin took the stage. She walked in the middle of the common room “Shush everyone, it’s speech time.”

The team fell silent “today is a special day for many reasons,” she walked to Brullo and placed her hands on his shoulders “Brullo, our dear lieutenant celebrates thirty years as a firefighter. An achievement that very few have reached. You have been a mentor and a good friend, you made me feel welcome when I started at east a long time ago. You did it with all of us. You are the dad of this firehouse and its beating heart. Thank you.” She hugged him and the man blushed and Aelin turned to Lys “bitch, you are my best friend and I love you and it will be so strange not to have you around,” Aelin took her hand “but you are moving on for a wonderful reason and the academy is lucky to have you full time. I can’t wait to see you and Ae deep in diapers and baby stuff. You two deserve this.” The two women hugged fiercely and Lysandra started crying again blaming the hormones.

Finally Aelin turned to Rowan and stopped in front of him, her eyes locked with his “Ro, a year ago you embarked in your plan B. You overcame everything life threw at you, graduated from paramedic school and today you are officially part of this family. I am proud and I am glad you can call east your second family.” Rowan pulled her to his chest and kissed the crown of her head but did not add anything. Aelin knew how he felt.

“Right,” she pulled back “now you can eat.”

They were all eating cake when three men appeared on the doorstep.

“Lor, guys, you made it,” Elide walked to them and kissed her boyfriend.

“Sorry we had a few things to do.”

“Come on, there’s plenty of cake,” added Ress waving at the men.

“Flight school business?”

Lorcan nodded.

The three men had decided to open a flight school but had not realised how complicated the bureaucratic process would be. Sellene had offered to help with all the legal parts and after months it finally looked like they were almost ready to go.

“We think we are only a few weeks away,” Lorcan looked at Rowan “you are an elite boy, any chance you can come at the site and check our planes?”

Rowan hesitated “sure you guys know how to do checks and all?”

“But you are the test pilot.”

Rowan turned and walked away and Lorcan followed him “Rowan!”

They reached the bunks room and Rowan stopped.

“Why can’t you help us?”

“Because I don’t want to.” His words almost a growl. He knew he was letting his friends down but he couldn’t fly anymore. The days of the wildfires had made that very clear.

“I am not a pilot anymore, Lor. That chapter of my life has closed a while ago… I just can’t…”

Lorcan sat at his side and sighed deeply “I miss him too…” and for a moment he let himself vulnerable “I watched him die… and all I could do was watch the action unfold from the CIC,” Rowan could feel the anger in his friend’s words “I was not out there,” Lorcan stood and began pacing “I hated being a fucking commodore, being in that hole and watch my men die. I fucking hated every single moment of it.”

“Have you talked to Elide?”

“About what?”

“This? Lor, I know you grew up in a family where emotions were seen as a sign of weakness…’” Rowan stood too and stopped in front of his friend “But I know what pushing emotions away does to you. I have done it for so long that it fucking messed up with me.”

“I can’t…”

“Lor… start with Elide, then when you feel a bit more comfortable I can recommend you the organisation I used.”

“What if Elide leaves me?”

Rowan shook his head, the woman would do no such thing. He was positive of that.

“Elide will not leave you. You need her.”

“Fine, you win.”

Rowan smiled “I can come one day and play glorified mechanic… I am not flying.”

“Come on Chaos, let’s get back, they are celebrating without us.”

When they got back both Aelin and Elide looked at them and Rowan nodded. It was all fine he seemed to say to the two women. Lorcan joined Elide while Vaughan and Connall were busy talking with the team.

They were all having fun when dispatch alarm put a hold on the festivities “you three stay here. This is not over. Lorcan, you know the house.” Shouted Aelin as she ran to the engine.

The three men followed them on the apparatus floor and watched the vehicles go.

“Embankment station. Drunken man in the water, apparently.”

Aelin groaned “just what I needed, to get wet.”

They arrived at the location ten minutes later and saw a crowd gathered around the pier.

Aelin got off the engine and walked quickly to the crowd “away, I need you all to stay far away and let us work.”

“I am the one who called you guys. I was walking the dog when I saw it happen. He just stumbled and fell…”

“Do you know how long has he been down?”

The woman looked at her watch “A good five minutes already.”

“Ress, Wes with us we are going in. Grab your scuba gear. Quickly.”

Very swiftly they grabbed their masks and respirators, abandoned bunker gear on the pier and the the three of them plus Manon, jumped in the water. They had to work fast.

The four disappeared under water and the team waited. Brullo had the lifesaving buoy ready for the victim. Although it was May the waters of the Florine could still be quite cold.

The minutes passed but no one emerged.

“The water is too murky,” added Rowan while following the operations.

“Time is ticking…” said Lysandra “ten minutes without oxygen and he is brain dead.”

Rowan was pacing and felt useless but until they found the man, his job was to wait.

All of a sudden a movement and Manon broke the water “Aelin got him,” she said while removing her respirator. Wes followed a moment later and then Aelin and Ress emerged. Aelin had passed her respirator to the unconscious man in her arms. With Ress they swam slowly and Brullo threw the buoy. They placed it around the victim and the team on land pulled him closer and out of the water.

Aelin sat on the pier and coughed a bit and Rowan tried to ignore it for a second. He and Elide were checking the vitals of the man. His breathing was shallow but the respirator had done his job and prevented him to drown. The four firefighters grabbed some blankets and Lys pushed him to Aelin. The situation was under control.

“Let me check on you,”

She coughed once more “I am fine. I just drank some water.”

“That is my job to decide.”

“You are so bossy.”

He took out his stethoscope and listened to her lungs and did a few more checks “make sure you dry quickly once you are back at the station.”

“Love you too.”

Rowan rose and grinned at her and went back to Elide and Lys and they got ready to go to Med.

Aelin’s team got back to the station and as soon as they got there, the four who had been in the water ran to get changed into dry clothes then went back to the common room to continue where they had left off and noticed Lorcan, Connall and Vaughan waiting for them.

“Had a nice swim?” Vaughan passed a plate to Aelin “Fancy coffee you all? It’s warm.”

The team nodded and the two men started distributing the drinks.

“I was saying to Lorcan that is amazing to watch you guys spring into action. You’d put the response time in the airforce to shame.”

“Aelin is our drill sergeant,” joked Nox “she sneaks on us and runs drills even in the middle of the night and times us.”

Aelin finished to take a bite of her cake “I am just making sure we are the best house. You all want to keep Dorian happy, right?”

The team nodded. Dorian was a good chief but they knew they did not want to be on his bad side. His reaction on the day Aelin was attacked and had not listened to Lysandra had convinced them that the chief could be scary when mad.

“No ma’am. Dorian is a cinnamon roll with a dark side.” The joke had come from Asterin and the team laughed.

When the paramedics came back they found the team eating and laughing “look at them, we are working and they are here being lazy,” said Lys walking slowly in the common room.

“Elide and Rowan are working…” Aelin smiled at her friend and Lys replied by sticking her tongue out “Wait until you are in my situation then it will be me making fun of you.”

Rowan walked to the table and grabbed an apple while all the others went back to their cakes “Don’t anger the woman…” he said walking to Aelin who was finishing her huge slice of chocolate cake.

Lysandra plopped heavily on the sofa and started massaging her belly “yeah don’t anger the stranded whale.”

“You are just glowing, darling,” jested Elide.

“Lys, why don’t you go home? You look exhausted.”

“My shift is not over yet.”

Aelin placed the fork down “Lys, Elide and Rowan can finish this shift.”

“You are trying to get rid of me early.”

Aelin stood and sat at her friend’s side “No darling. I am just worried about you and your little boy.”

Lysandra leaned back “Ae, is coming to pick me up.”

Aelin smiled and kissed her friend on the cheek “good.”

An hour later Aedion arrived at the station and joined east team in the common room and went for his wife.

“Thanks for convincing her,” he said to her cousin.

While his wife was getting changed he walked to Brullo and congratulated the man for his big anniversary, then walked to Rowan “Aelin told me the good news. East is lucky to have you.”

Rowan grinned “I guess that having two ex airforce an ex navy and ex army would have been too much for your station.”

Aedion raised his arms in a yielding motion “I am surrounded.”

His wife appeared ten minutes later, bag on her shoulder and the whole east team was there for her.

Elide ran for a hug “You have been the best partner I could have asked her. If I am the PIC it’s thanks to you.”

Lys shook her head “no, you got there by yourself. You are ready, Elide,” and her stare turned to Rowan “now you got him.”

Aelin jumped in the hug “I will miss not having you around here.”

Not long after the three women were sobbing and slowly the whole team joined in for a gigantic group hug.

When Lys protested she could not breath they pulled back “This is not a goodbye. I will probably still annoy you all. You are my family after all and love you all,” a sob broke from her “when I joined east I had no idea I would find this, friends, an amazing husband,” she patted her belly while Aedion pulled her to him “This place will forever be in my heart.”

“Just try and be nice to the students,” the joke had come from Manon to break the poignant moment and Lysandra chuckled “I am wonderful teacher.”

“I can vouch for that,” added Rowan while holding Aelin.

“Come on now let me take you home.”Aedion grabbed her bag and slowly walked out while the whole of east station followed them outside.

Once the couple was away they got back inside “Do you remember the days when they were both denying their feeling and drive us insane?” Said Aelin while going back at the big table and at her cake.

“They were so cute,” added Ansel “Lys would ignore him, but as soon as she was with us ladies she would gush on how hot he was.”

“Yes, making me sick. Ae is my cousin…” and she shivered “ugh.”

The team laughed and Rowan held her from behind with his chin on her head “was she ever like that about me?”

“Captain, I can safely say that the entire female population of this firehouse had at some point improper thoughts about you.” The comment had come from a deadpanned Asterin and Ansel raised her hand straight away “amen to that.”

Rowan laughed hard and kissed her head “sorry ladies, but this man here is happily taken but thanks for the fan club.”

The afternoon had been calm and east team was hoping in a very quiet shift. Something that rarely happened.

But the peace was broken by dispatch alarm.

“All units on scene, high rise fire on South market st.”

The whole team jumped into action “all units? Five firehouses, this must be a beast.” Commented Aelin while donning her bunker gear “come on, quickly.”

“Cap, it’s in the financial district,” added Nox once in the engine.

“Skyscrapers… and that’s us hoping in a nice boring shift.”

When they approached the area they were not ready for the raging fire engulfing the top half of the skyscraper in front of them.

“Fuck.”

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shyvioletcat · 2 years

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~ Rowaelin Month Day 11 ~ Work Rivals

This fic is completely self indulgent and I won’t apologise for it. Hope you like it too.

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“Mama, did you say yes to Ivy’s party?”

Aelin glanced in her rearview mirror and saw her daughter playing with the end of one of her piggy-tail braids. It had taken Marigold nearly ten minutes to decide on what hairstyle she wanted today. There had been three false starts on other options on offer, but even with that Aelin was still running decently on time.

“Yes, darling. I did,” Aelin replied.

An excited squeal sounded from behind her, making Aelin smile. Ivy was her best friend from daycare, they’d only known each other a couple of months but they were as thick as thieves. Absolutely inseparable according to the carers. Some of the newer ones had even mistaken the two 4 year olds for sisters. They both had brown hair, Marigold’s was a shade or two lighter, and then she had brown eyes while Ivy had green. But if you weren’t paying too close attention to the particulars they definitely could pass for siblings. They made an adorable set of best friends. From the interactions Aelin had had with her, Ivy seemed like a sweet girl, just very shy so she rarely gave anything except a wave and a smile. It was just a damn shame about her father though. Aelin knew first hand that Ivy hadn’t inherited her sweetness from him.

Rowan Whitethorn was a person who Aelin had a great misfortune of having to work with. They were both assistants to two different but equally horrible people who ran a talent agency. After nearly going under a few months ago their bosses had joined forces to become one the largest and most successful agencies in Orynth. Hamel & Lynch had models, actors, photographers and musicians on their payroll and Aelin had the absolute pleasure of answering to Arobynn Hamel himself. Rowan answered to Maeve Lynch like the lapdog he was. They didn’t get on, and that was the simplest way to put it. When at work they Aelin and Rowan passed their time by finding a quiet joy in antagonising each other.

A few turns and one roundabout later Aelin was pulling into the small parking lot of the daycare centre. She grabbed Marigold’s backpack from the passenger seat and then got out of her car to get her daughter. Marigold had just put her feet on the ground while Aelin was grabbing her jacket from the floor when the little girl took off, nearly giving her a heart attack. She had only run for the gate but Aelin *hated when she lost track of Marigold around cars.

“Mari, what are the rules?” Aelin asked once she’d swallowed her heart back into her chest.

The little girl gave her a regretful look, similar to a lost puppy. “I stay right there with a hand on the car.”

“That’s right,” Aelin said, opening the gate then buzzing the doors for entry.

“I was just ah-*cited to tell Ivy I’m coming to her party,” Marigold explained with a child’s innocence.

“It’s okay, sometimes we just need reminders don’t we?” The doors opened and Aelin ushered Marigold through.

They said polite hellos to the woman at the reception desk while Aelin signed in. Marigold was almost skipping to her room, her backpack bouncing with each step. Inside the room the excited girl went to her cubby to put away her bag and then eagerly looked around the room looking for her friend. Aelin couldn’t see Ivy meaning it was highly likely she hadn’t been dropped off yet. She always got a decent dose of self satisfaction when she beat Rowan into the office. It wasn’t a competition, but at the same time… it kind of was.

Aelin crouched down, tickling Marigold’s back to get her attention. “I gotta go, bud. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Mama!” Marigold said and threw her arms around her mother’s neck.

When Aelin was released she left, checking the watch on her wrist. She was going to be *so early. Just to make it that much sweeter when Aelin was getting into her car Rowan pulled up a few spots away. Without the cars in between he was in perfect view as he went through the exact same process Aelin had been through only moments before. He hadn’t noticed her, probably wouldn’t have except when Aelin went to start her car—and it didn’t.

The engine guttered with a sickly sound and cut out.

Rowan looked for the source of the sound just as he walked past the front of the car, eyebrow darting up as they made eye contact. Aelin looked away quickly, swearing under her breath vehemently at the car. It had been sounding off for a little while but she hadn’t expected it to not start on her.

Over and over she tried, but nothing came of it. Her lead was diminishing and soon enough Rowan would be waltzing out to steal her win from her. Aelin had been keeping a tally, this was a disaster. Beating Rowan wasn’t the only concern now. How was she supposed to get to work? How was she supposed to get back here after work?

“Godsdammit,” Aelin nearly smacked the wheel, but didn’t want to risk slipping and hitting the horn instead.

Aelin turned the key again, it was pointless. The car showed no sign of wanting to start, in fact it was sounding worse. To add to her ever worsening situation Rowan was now on his way out. Sending a quick prayer to the gods Aelin tried again, hoping her colleague being here to witness her embarrassment might just provoke her car into starting. Even that wasn’t enough to entice her engine into getting over its problems and starting. Aelin lent her head on the headrest, formulating her next move. She would have to call a ride, then call someone either a tow truck or a mobile mechanic to see for her car. *Shit, she needed to get the car seat out and that was an absolute pain in the arse.

The knock on her window startled her, and Aelin almost jumped again when she saw Rowan Whitethorn standing there. She rolled the window down, waiting for some snarky remark as a form of greeting.

“Car troubles?” Was all he said instead.

“Yes.”

“Do you need a jump start?” Rowan offered.

Aelin sat up a little straighter, it hadn’t occurred to her that it would be something that simple.

“I guess we can try,” Aelin said.

Rowan nodded and went back to his car. For one gut wrenching moment Aelin thought he was going to leave her just for a joke as he got back in the car and backed out of the parking spot, but then he was re-parking right next to her.

“Pop the hood,” he instructed, carrying the cables to the front of the car.

Aelin did what he said and just watched as Rowan lifted her hood up the rest of the way and disappeared behind it. Then he was doing the same to his car before starting it.

“Alright, give that a try,” Rowan called over the sound of his car.

Aelin wasn’t holding out hope for her car to do anything. More than likely it was determined to continue to inconvenience her. She turned the key, the engine stuttered, and then…

“There we go,” Rowan said, sounding the friendliest she’d ever heard him. After a few moments he was disconnecting the cables, tapping the metal clamps together a few times for a reason Aelin didn’t understand.

The nervous laughter that broke out of Aelin was quickly followed by a relieved sigh. She had just avoided disaster, all thanks to Rowan. He was currently closing the bonnet on his car and graciously did the same for her. Aelin lent out of her still open window feeling elated.

“Thanks for that,” she said.

Rowan shrugged. “Couldn’t very well leave you stranded, could I? Mr Hamel wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

Aelin actually laughed at that, and she didn’t miss the flash of surprise on Rowan’s face. “You’re not wrong about that. See you at work.”

He smiled, a very rare sight. It made Rowan look devastatingly handsome, a thought Aelin was very quick to shut down even as it deepened enough to show off a dimple. “I’ll race you there.”

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walkinginland · 2 years

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rules: tag nine people you want to know better.

tagged by: @theawkwardterrier thx friend!

three ships: hmmmmm that’s so hard lafsejiaje but random first few that come to mind are Rowaelin (Throne of Glass), Ox/Joe (Green Creek), Henry/Alex (RWRB). (my current big obsessions tho are nick/charlie and tarlos they’re my most recent rent-free head residents)

first ever ship: Aragorn and Arwen, probably 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

last song: “Want Me” - Baby Queen (aka the whole Heartstopper soundtrack that’s been on repeat for the past.... month)

last movie: hmmmm I’m not a huge movie watcher. I think the last in theater movie was Death on the Nile. And at home I guess maybe Dune? a few months ago?

currently reading: Just started listening to This is Kind of an Epic Love Story by Kacen Callender, and I’m really enjoying it so far! I love their tone of writing, and I simply adored Felix Ever After, so I’m looking forward to where this goes. And I’m almost done True Biz by Sara Nović. It’s taken me ages to get through for some reason, but it is really good. A good story and a great introduction to ASL and American Deaf Culture.

currently watching: 911 Lone Star! tbh I watched all the TK and Carlos scenes on youtube first and then got sucked into the story overall so I started watching the full episodes from the beginning 😂 I’m really really enjoying it so far. It’s batshit insane, even for a siren show, but a good fun time while dealing with some really genuine heavy character and societal issues.(i’ve also got Heartstopper on a constant loop but what else is new)

currently consuming: Water, about to go get make some lunch

currently craving: french friessssssss

tagging: ahhhhh no i’m bad at this but ok: @flyinghome-againstthewind, @mistresspandorawritesthings, @mocalmangeal, @isthisclever, @lord-jen-grey, @pulveremcomedesligulas, @badbitchbeauchamp, @fallofrainblog, @three-drink-amy

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sassyhobbits · 3 years

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rowaelin with their first child and they get into that stranger anxiety phase and cry with everyone except when they're in their mothers arms and it's exhausting but also adorable but rowan sometimes feels like a bad dad because his kid doesn't want to be held by him so aelin has to reassure him and then some day this phase is finally over - prompt 😢🥺

ok i adored writing this one. dad rowan is so much fun to work with. i hope everyone enjoys!!

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In his over 300 years, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius had been awoken by many different things. Whether it was a call to battle while sleeping in a war tent, a summons from his queen late at night, or a lover trying unsuccessfully to disappear quietly before dawn. Yet, none of these manners of waking up had filled him with as much dread as he felt currently.

He was woken in the middle of the night by a shrill shriek coming from the room that adjoined the one he shared with Aelin. In the recent months, what had once been a leisure room had been converted to a nursery for their new baby girl.

It took three years after Aelin’s coronation before they decided to start trying to have a child. It took another year before they were successful. Rowan counted his blessings. He had seen plenty of Fae couples take decades before they finally conceived.

Eliora was four months old now, which meant four months of troubled sleep for both him and his mate.

Rowan was instantly on alert at the sound of his daughter’s cries. He knew that they were no more than a normal babe’s troubles, but his instincts made him tense anyways. He quickly sat up, looking down at his wife quickly to see if she had woken up. Luckily, she still slept, likely beyond exhausted from the mix of raising a child and ruling a kingdom. If Rowan was successful, she wouldn’t have to wake up at all.

He got out of bed and swiftly stepped into the nursery, coming before Eliora’s crib. Her tiny face was pinched up in dainty outrage, small limbs flailing as she cried. Rowan took a deep breath, sending a prayer up to the gods more out of habit than faith at this point, and picked his daughter from the crib. Hopefully, this would be the time he could get her to stop crying.

The little princess shrieked and protested whenever she was in anyone’s arms besides her mother’s. Rowan’s included.

“I’ve got you, my little light,” Rowan whispered to his daughter, cradling her tiny body to his bare chest and lowering himself onto the rocking chair they kept beside her crib. “Everything’s alright.”

Despite his soothing words, Eliora still continued to cry. It broke Rowan’s heart to hear, broke it even more to know that nothing he did could seem to calm her down.

“Please stop crying, love,” Rowan pleaded, threading his fingers through the fine, silvery-blonde hair growing on his daughter’s head. “Your mother is so tired and needs her sleep.”

Unfortunately, even begging didn’t seem to work.

Over the sounds of Eliora’s cries, he heard the door hinges creek, and the sound of bare feet scuffing over stone. Rowan glanced over, finding Aelin walking towards him. Exhaustion weighed down her beautiful face, but her eyes were still full of fondness at the sight of the two of them.

Rowan looked to her apologetically before his face crumpled in defeat. “I can’t get her to stop crying. I’m so sorry, Fireheart.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love,” she whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hair. “Give her to me.”

Rowan handed the squirming bundle of blankets to his wife. Aelin situated their daughter in her arms before she lowered herself on Rowan’s lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist, press a kiss to her shoulder, and begin to rock them.

Quickly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away. Her face unscrewed, looking at Aelin with those wide, Ashryver eyes that she had.

Aelin began to sing a low, Terrasenian lullaby as he continued to rock the three of them. It never ceased to amaze him how good she was with their daughter, how quickly she was able to sooth her temper. He only wished that he could do the same, that Eliora would look at him the same way she looked at Aelin and not scream and scream and scream.

Rowan’s heart was full of love as he watched Eliora’s eyes begin to droop shut at the soothing rocking motion and the sound of her mother’s voice. It wasn’t long before she was once again asleep, the night perfectly silent.

Rowan helped Aelin stand, keeping a hand against her back as she brought their daughter back to her crib and laid her down. Perfect. She truly was perfect.

A gentle hand on his arm drew his attention away from the slumbering babe. Aelin nodded her head towards their room and Rowan dutifully followed, shutting the door quietly behind them.

“I’m sorry, Fireheart,” Rowan said again, drawing Aelin into his arms and kissing her forehead. “I know you’re exhausted.”

“No more so than you.”

Rowan could only sigh, pressing his lips together tightly. His emotions were troubled, and he should have known that Aelin was going to notice. She leaned back slightly, peering up at his face.

“I know what you’re thinking, Rowan, and you’re wrong,” she said matter-of-factly.

Rowan wanted to believe her, but he couldn’t help but ask, “What am I doing wrong?”

He had faced many challenges over his years. Wars and battles and tortures. He had survived them all and came out victorious. And yet, the thing that brought him to his knees, was the fact that he couldn’t bring comfort to his own daughter when she needed it. A baby had finally defeated him.

“You know you’re not doing anything wrong,” Aelin said firmly. “The nurses said this happens sometimes. It’s not your fault.”

Rowan had heard this what felt like a thousand times. It did little to soothe his troubles.

Rowan was good at many things. He was a warrior and a general, had stepped confidently into the role of king consort. His hands could kill and heal and build, but they couldn’t get Eliora to stop crying. He couldn’t help but feel that, perhaps, being a father… wasn’t something that he was made for.

It broke his heart to think. He remembered how excited he was when they found out Aelin was finally pregnant, how they cried and kissed and clung to each other, whispering about the future. He had been ecstatic, but also terrified. He knew Aedion, who had welcomed his own son into the world a year before Aelin got pregnant, had felt the same before he was born. But, Aedion hadn’t had the troubles Rowan did. He had stepped into fatherhood gracefully, and his son loved him immensely.

“Hey,” Aelin said, a bit snappily. She put her hand on Rowan’s cheek and urged him to look at her. In those eyes was a familiar fire. “Stop that. I know what’s going through your head. You’re a wonderful father.”

Rowan sighed and hung his head, pressing Aelin’s hand more firmly against his cheek. “How can I be a good father if I have no idea what I’m doing?”

“Do you think I’m a bad mother?”

“What? Of course not.”

“Well, I don’t know what I’m doing either,” Aelin said. “Neither did Aedion or Lysandra. No new parent has any idea what they’re doing. It’s part of the job.”

She made it sound so easy. Aelin had always had a knack for that.

“I wonder if there’s some secret behind it,” Rowan mused as Aelin tucked herself back into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso.

He felt his wife shrug. “I don’t know… but if there was, I think it would be to love them. To support them. To do everything in our power to make sure they’re happy.”

“I love Eliora more than life. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

“I know, love.” Aelin rolled on the tips of her toes and brushed a soft kiss against Rowan’s mouth. “Now, all you need to do is have patience.”

He chuckled. “Look at you. Who would have ever guessed that Aelin Galathynius would be lecturing me on patience.”

Her grin was a slash of white in the dark. “I’ve been told I’m wise beyond my years.”

“Who the hell has ever told you that?”

“People. Now, will you come back to bed with me?”

“Of course, Fireheart.”

They climbed back under the covers, pressing their bodies close. Aelin fell back asleep almost comically quickly. Rowan wasn’t far behind, holding his wife tightly throughout the night.

…

Another month went by and little changed. Both Rowan and his wife were getting little sleep during the night, leading to some groggy mornings. He had seen Aelin taking short naps at her desk or dozing off when an advisor spoke for too long. She would, of course, deny it if Rowan ever brought it up, so he wisely stayed silent.

Eliora still abhorred being held by anyone except Aelin. The fact that it wasn’t just him brought Rowan a bit of solace. His daughter cried when held by Lysandra or Fenrys or Elide. She had a particularly nasty meltdown last time Lorcan had held her.

“I know, sweet girl,” Aelin had murmured, taking Eliora from Lorcan. “I wouldn’t want to be that close to him either.”

Still, Eliora’s reactions didn’t deter Rowan from trying to hold and soothe her, though he had not yet been victorious. Patience, Aelin had said. It was easier said than done.

The sun had set below the Staghorns hours ago. Eliora was asleep in the nursery, Aelin was treating herself to a long soak in the tub, and Rowan sat in one of the plush armchairs they kept in their room, sharpening and polishing some of his blades.

It was an easy practice to get lost in. The simple, repetitive movements were a welcome distraction. A good way to cool down before bed.

However, his hands froze when he heard a tiny whimper sound from the nursery that quickly morphed into a shrill cry. Eliora.

Rowan placed his blades down on the low table before him, pushing to his feet and quickly striding into the nursery.

Eliora was wiggling as she wailed. Rowan wished he could read her mind so he knew exactly what was bothering her and how he could help. But, all he could do was take a deep, bracing breath and scoop his daughter into his arms.

“What’s wrong, little light?” Rowan whispered, carrying her over to the rocking chair. “What is it?”

Eliora’s only response was to continue crying.

Rowan sighed, wondering how much longer he had before Aelin got out of the bath and came in to calm Eliora down. He had seen Aelin do it countless times. She would take Eliora into her arms, smile down at her, start to whisper nonsense or sing a low lullaby. She made it seem so easy.

“Everything’s alright, Eliora,” Rowan murmured, switching to the Old Language. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let anything happen to you, little love.”

And then, something amazing happened.

Slowly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away to a whimper and then, to nothing at all. Rowan held his breath, worrying that one wrong move would put her back into a fit of hysterics. His daughter slowly opened her eyes and peered up at him.

Rowan smiled down at her. “You’re just as lovely as your mother. Just as stubborn, too.”

And then, as if she understood his little joke, Eliora flashed him a gummy smile. The shift in expression floored him. She had never given him a smile before.

Rowan felt his throat tighten and his eyes begin to burn, but he smiled back at the tears welled up. A tiny laugh escaped his throat. Finally, finally, he had done it.

Eliora’s chubby arms reached up. Rowan held out a finger, letting her wrap a tiny hand around it. He always forgot just how small she was.

“I love you more than you could possibly know, Eliora.”

He was too distracted by his daughter and the little grip she had on his finger to notice that Aelin had entered the nursery until she was almost upon them. Rowan looked up at his wife, knowing that his eyes were still watery and there were likely tear tracks streaking down his cheeks. Regardless, he beamed.

“It would seem, once again, that I was right,” Aelin said with a triumphant smirk.

“As you often are, my love.”

She laughed and dropped a kiss to his forehead before draping her arms over his shoulders, leaning over and watching their daughter, who was studying them with wide eyes. Once again, Eliora smiled. Rowan would never tire of the sight.

“She looks like you when she smiles,” Aelin mused.

“You think?”

She nodded slowly, reaching out and running her knuckles along the smooth curve of Eliora’s cheek. “I still can’t believe she’s ours. She’s just so… perfect.”

“Like her mother.”

Aelin snorted. “Kiss ass.”

“Maybe a little.”

They faded into silence, simply standing there, wrapped up in their little, blossoming family. They stood there until Eliora’s eyes fluttered shut once more and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. One she enjoyed for the entirety of the night.

Rowan didn’t know what he had done to deserve such bliss, but he knew it must have been something good.

#every time i write a baby fic im like #is it obvious that i know next to nothing about babies #rowaelin #my writing #tog

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