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The City of Rivers

A SJM Crossover feat. TOG, ACOTAR, & CC

As war rages overseas, the City of Rivers remains at peace. Behind the intimidating walls of the city, things are business as usual. The Great Houses of Wendlyn have begun to gather for the Winter, a season of politicking and partying under the watchful eye of Queen Maeve.

With so many sheltering in Doranelle, the young ladies and gentlemen of Wendlyn society have begun to prepare for a different kind of war—one fought in silks and satin on the marble battlefield of a ball and not the bloody hills of Terrasen—a war of love and marriage.

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Noisy Neighbors (50)

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Author’s Note: CHAPTER 50? I was in denial the whole time I wrote this chapter that we’ve reached to such a milestone… Boy, did I throw my outline out or what? I don’t know how authors write books capped at like 60k, but I guess this story could qualify for more than one book at this point… What a ride either way!

Oh, and this chapter is 8500+ words. As a treat. So, you know, don’t start it if you’ve got somewhere to be. Thank you all for reading. I’m so thankful for all of your reactions and theories and lovely words. Okay, okay. On with the story.

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Aelin Galathynius’s Camp Declines to Confirm Relationship with Rowan Whitethorn.

As the days go by, the media soon forgets about Aelin’s temper tantrum and meeting with Havilliard Sr. The memory doesn’t fade for Aelin, though, haunting her in the back of her mind. The paperwork Dorian’s father promised her has yet to arrive, and Aelin doesn’t know whether to rejoice about the fact that he finally took the hint or panic because he finally took the hint.

Despite her worries, Aelin manages to have a fantastic couple of weeks by sticking to her promise not to let assholes ruin her good days. Dear Society is doing fantastic, and Aelin finds herself very excited to get out on tour to see her fans. It’s been too long; though, somehow, she also feels that it hasn’t been long enough.

Aelin’s enjoyed being home in Doranelle, and she wouldn’t be disappointed about getting to spend a little bit more time there in her hometown, wasting the days with her family and friends. With Rowan and Thea. Aelin practically lives at their apartment these days, spending bright, happy days with Thea and long, warm nights tangled with Rowan.

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Noisy Neighbors, Rowan POV (49.5)

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This could probably use another readthrough, but I just… don’t… want to. So, forgive the mistakes, please! Enjoy some more smitten Rowan POV.

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Rowan Whitethorn and Aelin Galathynius Leave The Rift Looking Cozy.

Imagine Rowan’s surprise when Aelin bursts into tears. He watches the woman twirl around in his apartment, wearing a look of absolute horror. He’s not expecting her to say, “We forgot her!”

“What?” he asks, stunned and confused.

Aelin wipes furiously at the tears in her eyes, and Rowan wonders at just how much the woman had to drink before he arrived at the nightclub. Another reason for Rowan to deck Dorian in his stupid face. The guy was always there when Aelin wanted to sink into her vices and hide from her problems. Couldn’t he be a better influence?

“We have to go pick her up!” Aelin wails, sniffling loudly. Rowan thinks he might die if she keeps crying; he hates it when she cries. “Thea is waiting for us, Rowan!”

Warmth spreads through his body, and Rowan beams at the woman crying in his living room. Aelin scowls at him, looking a lot like she did the first time she ever boxed him in the face. He’d been a total asshole, and he’d deserved every ache that black eye gave him in the following days.

“What’s so funny?” The woman hisses at him.

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Noisy Neighbors (49)

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How would you all feel about a blog where I solely reblogged my updates? Tumblr’s tagging system is unreliable on a good day, and I thought it might be helpful in keeping people updated. Everything would still be run/published/etc through my main blog, but I’d also share it on another one for people to find more easily. Let me know your thoughts! 

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Spotted: Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn Going for a Drive.

Fleetfoot is the first to clear the door into Rowan’s apartment. Aelin follows her, giggling as the dog takes off into the house, tracking Thea’s scent. It’s clear the dog is hunting for her best friend; she looks disgruntled about coming up short. Thea’s not here. And then Aelin realizes.

“We forgot her!” Aelin cries out in concern, spinning around to gape at Rowan. Distraught tears prick at Aelin’s eyes. How could they forget about Thea? Aelin loves Thea!

Rowan hovers in the entryway, horrified by Aelin’s sudden and extreme reaction. He approaches her slowly, looking confused and concerned. “What?”

Aelin sniffles, fighting off the tears. “We have to go pick her up!” Rowan furrows his brow. “Thea is waiting for us, Rowan!”

Understanding dawns, spreading across Rowan’s face and causing him to smile at her. Aelin doesn’t know what could possibly be so funny to him. He’s the man that forgot to pick up his own daughter from daycare.

“What’s so funny?” Aelin snaps at him, upset.

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Noisy Neighbors, Rowan POV (48.5)

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Aelin Galathynius Storms Out of Adarlan Records!

Rowan waits impatiently for the phone to stop ringing; he’s sitting in his car, tapping out some unidentified rhythm as he waits for Lysandra to answer the phone. If Lorcan we’re here, the tapping would turn into a whole production, incorporating the sounds created by the steering wheel, the dash, the window—whatever was in reach of the drummer’s long wingspan. For now, it was just a sign of Rowan’s anxiety.

Tap. Tap-tap. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap.

It is kind of a last-minute favor. Rowan prays that the supermodel is free from her many obligations. He’s heard Aelin’s many complaints about the busy model; between wedding planning and her career, Lysandra hasn’t had a lot of downtime lately.

Guilt stings Rowan’s conscience at the thought. He imagines that the last thing Lysandra wants to do, assuming she does have downtime, is babysit for him. He hates how he’s always leaning so heavily on Lysandra and Aedion. Aelin’s parents, too. Rowan’s always prided himself on being independent. He doesn’t know how he lost that self-sufficiency.

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Noisy Neighbors (48)

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Aelin Galathynius Album Tops the Charts!

The next morning, Rowan wakes her up with slow, wandering hands and featherlight kisses. Aelin mumbles a protest right away, burrowing her face under the covers, and Rowan chuckles at her antics. Still, he gives in quickly, wrapping his arms around her from behind and pressing the lines of his body into her soft curves.

Aelin sighs in comfort, leaning back into his embrace and soaking up Rowan’s warmth. She’s always slept better with someone else in her bed; Aelin’s never liked to be alone. Yet, the fact that it’s Rowan lying next to her, hugging her close and nuzzling her shoulder… That makes it all the better.

“You going to sleep the whole morning away, Ae?” Rowan’s breath tickles the back of her neck, making her shiver.

“Yes,” she grumbles.

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Noisy Neighbors (47)

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This is 7000 words long—just an FYI for anyone looking for a quick read. Ha, I almost cut it in half… but I figured you all might revolt if I ended it where I was going to! Enjoy it! It’s a good one if I do say so myself.

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Watch Aelin Galathynius and Ansel Briarcliff Open the Wendlyn Music Awards.

Despite all of the drama, Aelin does manage to enjoy herself at the WMAs. She indulges in a few cocktails and parties with her friends—Lorcan, who still manages to have some semblance of celebrity status from the band days, and Sam, who finds himself as nothing more than a pawn in a foul game.

The trio takes it in stride, though. They spend the duration of the show making a game out of switching seats and trumping the producers’ every attempt to stir up rumors about Sam and Aelin. Lorcan sits strategically between the former couple and makes a show out of his friendship with Sam, while Aelin ignores the aggravated looks of the cameramen. She tries not to blame them; after all, they’re just doing their jobs.

Still… it really pissed her off.

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One Night Standards, 29

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Three long days dragged by.

Rowan rarely left Aelin’s side, making his home in the seat by her bed. He left his post on only a few occasions. To relieve himself, to shower in the en suite bathroom (they were fortunate enough that Aelin had been given a nice, private room as she healed), or to move to allow one of her family members to sit beside her.

The days were monotonous. He sat there, the air filled with the steady beep of her heart monitor. He would eat when he had the stomach to, doze off when his eyes became too heavy to keep open. Nurses would come in, examine Aelin and her IVs, change her bandages, make sure everything was progressing properly.

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GUYS. THERE WAS DRIVE-THROUGH IN ANCIENT ROME. FINDING OUT THIS ALONE IS WORTH THE COST OF MY MASTERS IN HISTORY.

[From Daily Life of the Ancient Romans by David Matz]

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Noisy Neighbors, 46

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The song at the end of this fic is LIke Gold by Vance Joy (and recommended by @shyvioletcat​). I couldn’t have found a better song to fit the situation if I tried. I didn’t write them actually singing the song, so I don’t include the lyrics in the chapter, but you all should definitely go listen to it. 

I’d like to dedicate all typos to the allergy meds.

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Ansel Briarcliff Streams of WMA Dressing Room.

Aelin falls asleep while still on the phone with Rowan. When her alarm wakes her up later, jolting her out of her sweet dreams and into reality, Rowan is no longer on the line, but there’s a text waiting for her from him, telling Aelin to enjoy her nap. She feels very little shame in sending him a picture of her pillow-creased face.

Her next scheduled rehearsal is just as grueling as the last. It’s what she gets for putting everything off until the last twenty-four hours, but Aelin also has an album to release tonight. While she practices in the theatre, previously recorded interviews are airing; video of Aelin smiling, and talking up her music. None of it is exactly a lie; she’s proud of her music and excited to share it with her fans.

But Aelin feels as if she’s lying by omission, leaving out the fact that negotiations with her current record label have fallen through. She hasn’t told anyone but her Cadre family and her actual family. Aelin doesn’t know what’s going to happen when the news finally breaks—after she’s fulfilled the last bit of her contract, of course. Selling her last album with Adarlan Records.

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Honestly the biggest disappointment I had researching ABC was that medieval authors did not, in fact, see the creatures they were describing and were trying their best to describe them with their limited knowledge while going “what the fuck… what the fuck…”

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FINALLY finished a commission for a close friend of mine! Manon Blackbeak, the last Crochan Queen. And sweet sweet Abraxos, munching on some flowers of course. I got so into Throne of Glass this year, and Manon is definitely one of my favorite characters. Her arc really… makes me feel alive inside. I’ve never drawn a dragon/wyvern/wyrm before and it was HARD hard okay??!

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Best Laid Plans (2)

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A/N: This isn’t exactly where I wanted to end this chapter. I was hoping to get just a little bit further, but this is where my brain decided to end it.

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Feyre was pregnant.

Her heart pounds with the discovery, the realization, and the panic that her life is about to change drastically. Gods, how could Feyre have missed all the signs? Was it because she was afraid? Because she was in denial? Both?

“Feyre?” Mor calls from downstairs. The distinct sound of a door closing shut tight against the cold follows. Feyre flinches as if she were just caught doing something bad; her toes nearly leave the floor in her surprise.

Morrigan’s heels click up the stairs. Her friend calls out for her a second time, “Feyre, are you feeling any better?”

The woman in question releases a soft swear. Feyre thought she’d have at least a little bit more time before her roommate returned home, but Mor must have been too worried about Feyre to enjoy the game night any longer.

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A Dumbass — Elorcan Drabble (Noisy Neighbors)

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Note: It’s here at last! This takes place around Chapter 42/43 during Cassian’s after party. Content warnings for smut. 

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The “Broody Drummer,” Lorcan Salvaterre.

Lorcan can’t keep his eyes off of Elide as he chases after her through the crowd. His eyes are glued to her, watching as she uses her slender stature to weave through people with ease. A large part of Lorcan suspects it’s intentional, that she’s using this skill to her advantage in an attempt to lose Lorcan by darting through openings he can’t. It pisses him off to no end.

The drummer has half a mind to just let Elide disappear and find somewhere quiet to feel sorry for himself, but Aelin’s stupid words keep marching through his head, bossing him around even when she’s not present. Show your hand, she’d said. Gods, Lorcan would really appreciate it if Aelin would just shut up for once. It’s so inconvenient when she’s right.

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Noisy Neighbors, Part Forty-Five

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Thank you all for your lovely comments! It was so nice to finally publish that big scene at last; it’s been haunting me for weeks. I promise I’ll try to keep from separating our lovebirds for too long! 

Aelin Galathynius is Set to Break Another Record…

It feels as if Aelin’s alarm buzzes mere seconds later. The clock says it’s already been a few hours, but Aelin’s body vehemently disagrees with that fact. There’s no way it’s time to get up already, but Ress and Brullo will be here soon. They’d double back to her apartment, and then they’d head off to the airport.

With no small amount of mental protest, Aelin gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. She gets ready to go fairly quickly, not really worrying about her appearance at two in the morning. There were better things for her to be doing, such as sleeping.

Aelin can hear Rowan stirring in the bed as she collects her things, trying to be quiet in the dark but being relatively unsuccessful at it. It would be easier to do with a light on, but she didn’t want to wake Rowan up. Not yet. He was sleeping so soundly, and Aelin didn’t have the heart to ruin it for him.

“Aelin.” She hears her name and smiles, glancing Rowan’s way to watch him reach out across the bed for her. She’d kill to still be under the covers with him, waking up lazily and sharing kisses… maybe a little more.

Gods, Aelin couldn’t believe that she had to leave.

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sleight of hand (part one)

rowaelin // 1,467 words Rowan hadn’t been in a bad mood when he had first shown up to the club in downtown Orynth. Actually, after a successful day of work he was more than ready to have a few drinks and relax with his friends. When he’d shown up to The Stag, Aelin had bounded toward him and immediately dragged him deeper into the crowds with coy smiles over her shoulder and he was sure it was going to be a good night. How could it not be when Aelin’s fingers were wrapped around his and she was looking at him like that?

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