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GIRLS IN MY PHONE. WE CAN DO IT

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Don't kill yourself, please.

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

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unsurprisingly fantastic 🥺

"even though you annoy the fuck out of me, i still love you."

for rowaelin? i adore everything you write and congrats on 800 you deserve it and so much more!

Thank you so much 🥺 I hope you're down with some pining, because I was inspired in that direction for some reason with these two! I appreciate the prompt (and the sweet words) a ton! You're the best, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings for language and mature content.

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Safe With Me

rowaelin college/university au

Rowan hadn't cared that he was missing a get together at the Moonbeams' house, not truly. Date night with Lyria had been nice, something to which he'd grown accustomed over the last couple of years. They made it a point to have at least one a month and give the other their focus considering how easy it had become to pay attention to the hundred other things college dropped into their laps.

He had to admit they fought less as a result, but Rowan wasn't sure if it was because the opportunities actually dwindled. It was either that or the promise of his undivided attention during their dedicated date time placated Lyria enough to leave things alone. Half the time, Rowan worked through his grievances on his own to save them the trouble, . Life had changed— they had changed— since the summer after their senior year of high school. Change wasn't always bad, especially when two people loved each other. Rowan hadn't expected love to feel so bleak though.

His phone vibrated in his pocket after he dropped Lyria off at home. Rowan pressed his left foot into the floorboard of the truck to lift his hips and pull it from his jeans.

You should have come tonight, Fenrys messaged. It's been fun.

He'd been prepared for a long, contemplative drive to expend some of his excess energy before going home for the night. Considering how to respond, he lingered at the stop sign of Lyria's road. Date night was officially over, but he considered whether or not joining his friends would be met with Lyria's irritation when she found out.

You've been in high demand, too.

Rowan scrunched his brow, mulling over Fenrys' words on his too bright screen. He was hardly the popular type, and he couldn't imagine what could have numerous people inquiring about his absence.

Yeah? he asked.

Regardless of Fen's response, he found himself turning in the direction of the twins' house. It was entirely possible that Fenrys was drunk and talking shit, but at least if that was true, it would be enough to chase the haunted feeling in Rowan's chest. The drive was brief, mere minutes. When he placed his truck in park, his phone lit up once again.

Yes. The princess finds your absence unacceptable.

A chuckle forced its way from his chest. Aelin was nothing if not spirited in any of her causes, so much so that Rowan felt almost bad for Fenrys. That was quickly chased away by the reminder that Fenrys was the only one to rival Aelin's propensity for being insufferable.

They were two peas in a pod, friends since middle school. Over ten years of friendship and close proximity had made the golden duo a force to be reckoned with, and Rowan counted his blessings that he'd only met them as a freshman in college. What would have become of him otherwise?

He didn't bother with a reply, walking straight into the Moonbeams' house without knocking and finding the small group that remained in the living room. Connall sat in an armchair and Lorcan was laid out across the floor, his elbow bent behind his head. That left Fenrys and Aelin, who were seated on the couch together. Fenrys had an arm thrown casually over the back with a tired-looking Aelin resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes flashed a beautiful, bright blue at noticing Rowan's presence.

"Hey, Buzzard," she greeted, her casual tone betraying the spark in her eyes.

Something about it grated his nerves and had him shivering with anticipation all at once. What he anticipated, he didn't know, but he'd stopped questioning it long ago. He traveled the length of the room to sit on the remaining space of the couch, scarce enough that Aelin's curled legs nearly brushed his thigh.

"Hey," he rasped, more to the room in general. The guys launched into a gentle prod of his night with Lyria but relented quickly when they realized Rowan was as tight-lipped as usual. Aelin's foot pressed against his knee to recruit his attention, and Rowan felt the contact to his toes long after she pulled away. When he looked over at her, she was looking lazily down her nose at him.

"I can't believe you were going to blow us off tonight."

Rowan huffed a laugh. "Thank Fen. He's the one who convinced me to come."

He rested his head atop his fist, angling his body to keep his gaze on hers. It was part of their usual game, he realized. Gentle barbs and constant attempts for the upper hand. Their friends had grown tired long ago of their constant bickering, yet no one bristled more than Lyria.

"Who says I'm grateful?" Aelin challenged, although the subtlest twitch of her mouth gave her away. "I was just making an observation."

A noncommittal sound left his throat, and he bit the inside of his lip to keep his own amusement at bay. Without permission, his eyes fell to her legs, clad in dark denim and curled so close to him that he had to resist slotting the fingers of his free hand behind the crook of her knee. He shook off the thought, silently chastising himself for how natural it felt to consider it. Fenrys' voice was a welcome distraction.

"Someone had to shut you up," he teased, pinching her shoulder. "I was tired of hearing you complain."

Aelin jabbed Fenrys in the ribs, and the two of them fell into a good-natured fight of their own. Rowan welcomed the opportunity to process his words, allowing the bittersweet tinge that came with the thought that Aelin was asking about him. Additionally, he had to consider what that would have looked like to Chaol and if it had anything to do with her boyfriend's obvious absence. It was ironic to think about how anything Rowan-related irritated Chaol Westfall, yet Aelin regularly snuggled with Fenrys without a single word or thought from him. Maybe Chaol knew that insinuating Aelin should choose between him and her best friend was never going to play out well.

Rowan shook off the thought. None of it was his business anyway, and he had his own considerations where Aelin was concerned. Fenrys had introduced the two of them during their first semester at school, and their dynamic had snapped into place almost immediately. Since then, their constant power struggles had persisted and caused enough contention in Rowan's relationship to make his head spin. Anytime Aelin was within a few feet of the two of them, Lyria noticeably tensed. As much as he hated to admit it, being around Aelin felt easiest without Lyria around. The guilt about it was going to eat him alive eventually.

The night persisted in a similar fashion for a while longer before the lot of them were heavy-lidded, and the stretches of silence grew. In a graceful move, Aelin stood from the couch in a long stretch, and Rowan made sure his eyes stayed glued to the stitch work of his jeans.

"I think it's time I turned in," she announced. "I can barely keep my eyes open."

Fen's eyes snapped open. "Stay here, Ae," he begged. "I'll make up the couch for you, or you can have Connall's bed."

His twin lobbed a pillow for Fenrys' head, and Fen took it straight to the face without so much as a flinch.

"I appreciate it, but I want to sleep in my own bed."

"I drank too much to drive you."

"I'll walk. I could use the fresh air, and I'm barely two blocks away."

Fenrys sat straighter, prepared to lay down the law as it pertained to her safety. Before Rowan had to listen to the spiel for the hundredth time, he interrupted.

"Come on," he ordered, standing into a stretch of his own. "I'll take you. I didn't drink tonight."

Aelin blinked up at him. She seemed closer somehow now that they were standing, but that wasn't the case. Rowan guessed it had a lot to do with the fact that they'd both been leaning as far away from each other as possible.

"Thank you."

They said their goodbyes to the others and strode for the door. Rowan should have known better than to take her word. The second the door latched behind them, she turned to him with something like regret in her expression.

"I appreciate the offer, but I promise I'm fine. I really should walk home; it'll give me some time to wind down before bed."

Not fucking happening. "I don't think so," he argued, dismissive. "Fen would never let me live it down if something happened to you."

I would never let myself live it down, he thought. His chest tightened at the mere possibility, but Aelin's eye roll was enough to keep him from thinking on it too much. Her attitude at least served the purpose of distracting him when he needed it.

"I'm fine, Buzzard."

Rowan stared at her, unwavering. In a test of wills, Rowan's track record was nearly perfect. The only person to rival him was the woman in front of him, but he wouldn't be swayed on that particular argument. Aelin ran a hand through her long, golden hair and draped it over a shoulder. He shoved his hands in his pockets to avoid running a lock of it between his fingers.

She let out a long, exasperated groan. "Gods, I hate you." Without additional explanation, she turned to make her way down the driveway. Rowan blinked at her retreating form before he realized she wasn't making her way to his truck; rather, she was moving toward the sidewalk.

"Hey," he called, catching up to her in a half-dozen long strides, "what is wrong with you?"

Aelin kept walking, her eyes fixed on the path ahead. "I'm walking; just like I said before."

His steps stuttered, but he caught up easily. "Fine. Me too."

It was her turn to stop and turn toward him, an incredulous look on her beautiful face. "That's not what I meant."

"Aelin, if you're not going to let me drive you, I'm walking with you. Drop it."

They stared at each other for a moment longer before Aelin relented and continued to walk. The crunch of leaves beneath their shoes made Rowan nostalgic for a chapter of life they'd never actually had, but he felt it just the same. He chalked it up to their constant power struggles and a certain familiarity they bred. Assuming it to be the result of anything else wasn't a viable option.

"So," Aelin began, looking at him through her side eye before fixing them forward again. "How was date night?"

"It was good."

Aelin huffed a laugh. "That's quite an endorsement."

A wry grin stretched across his lips despite his best efforts. Aelin was the last person he wanted to talk to about his date night ritual with Lyria. Something about their dynamic made him feel as though she wouldn't want to hear it anyway, not really.

"It was fine. We went to dinner, took a walk in a park nearby."

"Sounds romantic," she teased, knowing Rowan wasn't known for his outright displays of romance.

Despite knowing it himself, he bristled anyway. His annoyance was good-natured though, and he bumped his shoulder against hers in retaliation.

"What about you? You said last weekend that you had a similar night planned. What happened?"

Aelin tensed, and he regretted the question instantly. Not only did it seem like a sensitive topic, but Rowan was almost never the person she would choose to talk about her relationship. It was for the best, but that didn't mean curiosity didn't torture him from time to time.

"Nothing happened, really. The plan was always to have dinner, then head over to Fen and Con's for the night. He couldn't make dinner because he got held over at work."

Rowan made some noncommittal sound in response. Her answer begged more questions than anything else, but the inspiration to ask them wasn't strong enough to risk the potential awkwardness.

"What? You look like you have opinions."

Well, so much for that, he thought.

"I don't."

"You do, Buzzard."

Her shoulder bumped into his, but the effect was marginal in comparison to before. He had to give her credit for the effort in the form of a lopsided smile, allowing his clear amusement to show through his expression. The light from the street lamps danced over her eyes, turning the ring of gold there into two dancing rings of flame. The sight sent a pang of something familiar, yet long since forgotten, through his chest. He fixed his eyes ahead of them.

"That doesn't explain why you were hanging out solo at the Moonbeams'. Where's Westfall now?"

Aelin considered, biting her lip while she organized her thoughts. "He had a rough day, and hanging out with all of us isn't always his scene, you know? We're all really close, and I think it's just a lot sometimes." Rowan nodded, understanding perfectly well what she was saying. Lyria leaned the same way, but Aelin seemed a bit more inclined to be agreeable on that front. She was talking again before he could truly think much on it. "What? Just spit it out, would you?"

"There's nothing to spit out," he insisted, still fighting that same damned smile.

"Sure there is. I can see it all over your face. Don't be difficult."

Rowan took a deep breath, forced it from his lungs. "I just think that if it means a lot to you to have him there, he could make an effort."

Aelin hadn't been prepared for his candor if the hitch in her step was any indication. She thought on it a minute before responding, and it might as well have been hours.

"I guess so."

"I know so."

She rolled her eyes. "Have I mentioned that I hate you sometimes? Especially when you get self-righteous."

A chuckle erupted from Rowan's chest, but the amusement bore an undercurrent of irritation, too. It wasn't that she called him self-righteous; that was hardly news to him. The idea that she hated him; however, plucked at his nerves for reasons unknown.

"Well, you want to know what else I think?"

Her indignant expression said no, but she replied, "This should be good."

It was now or never, and no matter how his chest tightened at how she could respond, Rowan felt compelled to call her on what he thought was an outright lie.

"I don't think you hate me at all."

"No?"

"No. That's the second time you've said it since I got to the house, and if you meant it, it would go without saying."

Aelin considered his words for a moment with a far-off expression on her face. Her voice was low, dripping with sarcasm, but the way she pulled her sleeves over her hands indicated her nerves enough to ease Rowan's raging thoughts, albeit barely.

"You know, you caught me." She flashed a look his way but didn't dare linger for a fraction of a second. "Even when you're annoying the fuck out of me, I still love you."

Rowan barked a laugh at her sardonic delivery, and the music of her own laughter filled his ears a moment later. Regardless, he couldn't shake the gooseflesh that erupted over his skin at hearing the words tumble from her mouth. He buried the sensation as deep as possible. How had he found himself in such deep shit in such little time?

"Your secret is safe with me."

They walked the rest of Aelin's street in relative silence. The leaves crunched beneath their shoes, and the wind rustled the bushes along the walkway. Rowan didn't mind since the various noises gave a direction to his heightened attention. They slowed to a stop in front of the small house that Aelin shared with Elide and Lysandra, and he cringed at how he already grieved the loss of her company. It was beyond his control, and he hated it.

"Well, this is me," she said, lingering next to him and kicking a few acorns across the pavement.

"Glad you made it safe. You could have been rid of me sooner if you'd just let me drive."

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but she smothered it quickly. "Letting you win isn't as fun."

Rowan rolled his eyes and threw his arm across her shoulders in a casual hug goodbye. His hand gripped her opposite arm and tugged her into his side, shaking her a bit back and forth. Aelin laughed at his good-natured manhandling, her body curling into his with each jerking movement.

With a final flex of his grip, Rowan made to let go, knowing that he played with fire. The loss of her warmth would be a battle in its own right, the very reason he so rarely allowed himself to make contact in the first place. Aelin pivoted into him slightly, and his breath hitched when he felt her slender arm slip beneath his jacket to wrap around his waist.

Somehow, he managed to resume normal breathing before Aelin's cheek pressed against his sternum. They had never hugged that way, never pressed their bodies together without room for something as formless as light to shine through. Rowan left his arm around her shoulders, and though he knew it was a terrible idea, he eased his other hand from his pocket to press it against Aelin's spine.

The cloak of darkness the night provided was a false security. It gave the illusion that reality ceased to exist, that they were the kind of friends who engaged in casual affections. Rowan fixed his gaze on a buzzing streetlamp a few dozen feet away, and despite the logic burning through his brain to walk away, he pressed his hand harder against the delicate knots of her spine.

Aelin’s cheek might as well have burned a brand into his chest. Leaves rustled along the sidewalk, carried by the barest breeze, and the sound was enough to shake Rowan from his poor judgment. Before he could release her, Aelin lifted her chin to peer up at him. Her cheek remained pressed against the cotton of his shirt while she blinked those beautiful, round eyes, and an intense tightness skittered along the interior of his ribcage.

She was too close, her hold too intentional. While he knew he would rake himself over the coals for allowing such contact the second she released him, no amount of knowing would compel his limbs to move.

"Ro?" she breathed, her voice a quiet rasp meant only for Rowan.

A rogue strand of hair blew around her temple, and his hand moved to tuck it behind the delicate curve of her ear. It was Aelin's turn to stop breathing, but when she managed it once more, she used it to level him with a single breathy question.

"Why— what are we doing?"

Rowan heard it for the loaded inquiry it was. He saw the brutal chaos of his mind, his heart, reflected in Aelin's expression. She knew why they hugged and why they succumbed to the temptation of holding the other a little while longer. But the question was a fair one— what the hell were the doing? Turning a blind eye to the current that had zapped them both upon their initial meeting? Ignoring it, insisting there was only contempt behind their bickering? Staying in relationships that didn't truly make sense to prove there was nothing there, that they weren't driven by some misguided loyalty to Chaol and Lyria?

He resisted his urge to drop his hand from her hair to the side of her neck or the blush atop her cheekbones. Instead, he cupped her bicep and offered a firm flex of his grip. His throat bobbed against the gravel of his nerves, but his voice managed a calmness he didn't realize it could

"I don't know," he admitted, offering a wry smile. "Let's start with you being safely locked inside, yeah?"

Rowan watched her throat bob and resisted the urge to press his lips to it. Too soon, and leaving a coldness he knew it would, Aelin leaned away from his body and cross her arms tightly against her. She nodded her head, but her gaze stayed fixed at his chest.

"Yeah." The concession felt like it cost her more than she would let on.

She murmured her thanks and goodbyes before tugging her lip between her teeth and starting toward the door. Rowan stood resolutely in place until her form disappeared and the latch sounded. An emptiness crept in at the faint click, so he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to walk back to his truck.

Love felt bleak, indeed.

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people watching -rowaelin

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an: so i meant to write this for rowaelin month but ahaha my bad- anyway this is based off of the song people watching by conan gray please go listen to it i swear this man never misses. anyway i don’t love it but i’m so glad i was able to write and just be grateful i didn’t go with my original idea of using the song dancing with your ghost :) 

word count: 1,607 

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That wasn’t funny but she laughed so hard she almost cried.

Aelin didn’t think she was breathing. Didn’t think she could breathe even if she tried. Because as she practically doubled over with laughter, she knew it wasn’t many times Rowan Whitethorn caught her so comically off guard. 

No- as his eyes twinkled with barely concealed mirth Aelin swore her heart flopped out of her chest and into the coffee cup in front of her. It wasn’t even funny, she realized- what he had said. It was that stupid dry humor of his, that at one point or another had infuriated her so much that she almost strangled him. Now it only filled a perfect missing piece of her heart. 

They’re counting months they’ve been together almost forty-nine.

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people watching -rowaelin

rowaelin masterlist

an: so i meant to write this for rowaelin month but ahaha my bad- anyway this is based off of the song people watching by conan gray please go listen to it i swear this man never misses. anyway i don’t love it but i’m so glad i was able to write and just be grateful i didn’t go with my original idea of using the song dancing with your ghost :) 

word count: 1,607 

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That wasn’t funny but she laughed so hard she almost cried.

Aelin didn’t think she was breathing. Didn’t think she could breathe even if she tried. Because as she practically doubled over with laughter, she knew it wasn’t many times Rowan Whitethorn caught her so comically off guard. 

No- as his eyes twinkled with barely concealed mirth Aelin swore her heart flopped out of her chest and into the coffee cup in front of her. It wasn’t even funny, she realized- what he had said. It was that stupid dry humor of his, that at one point or another had infuriated her so much that she almost strangled him. Now it only filled a perfect missing piece of her heart. 

They’re counting months they’ve been together almost forty-nine.

“I can’t believe you’re making fun of me on our forty-ninth, Buzzard,” Aelin grumbled, sticking out her tongue in a way that had her not- so fiance laughing.

Their friends had always thought it was stupid- the way they counted their anniversaries based on months, rather than years. But it had always been like that- ever since they had started dating. It seemed like everything with Rowan Whitethorn was a lucky charm- Aelin saw no reason to change what was clearly working. So now she didn’t want to do the math two figure out how many years she and Rowan had been together, because it had been forty-nine months. 

He’s making fun of how she acts around the holidays. 

“You know I love you Fireheart, but you have to admit that the way you get around the holidays is a little excessive, don’t you think?” He reached over the table and grabbed her hand into his own, lacing their fingers with a small smile. His green eyes shined. Aelin scoffed, remembering the ugly matching sweaters she had forced him into last Christmas.

“I am nothing if not excessive.”

The boyish smile that took over his face had her leaning over and placing a sweet kiss on his lips. They were warm to the touch, just like they always were, and he tasted like black coffee and Rowan. When she pulled back she was smiling too. 

“Wow, that’s a beautiful ring! Congratulations you two!” 

She wears a ring but they tell people that they’re not engaged. 

The couple turned to see an older woman who had been passing by their table. She was now admiring the shining emerald that sat prettily on Aelin’s left hand. She felt her cheeks pink as she shook her head. 

“Oh, uh, we aren’t engaged,” she smiled politely. “Just a present.” 

She felt Rowan cough from across from her but she didn’t turn around- not when she knew the exact grin that would be split across his stupidly handsome face. 

That grin.

They met in class for metaphysical philosophy.

Rowan had long since decided that philosophy was not the way he wanted to go for his career path. And he would absolutely be switching out of this pathway at the end of the semester. 

But not yet. Not as the blonde girl three seats down from him was still talking. Not as long as she was in this class.

Because holy hellas if Rowan Whitethorn believed in love at first sight this was it. And if he hadn’t been sitting down Rowan knew that he would have tripped straight on his face after looking at her once she cut him off from his god-awful answer to the question about the reading he definitely hadn’t done- and gone careening down the rows of students. 

Because she was the most stunning person he had ever seen. 

Were people like her even supposed to exist? And she was intelligent too? And witty apparently- if the knowing wink she had sent him after saving his ass was any indication. He wanted to touch her hair- well, he wanted to touch every part of her really, but he didn’t think he would last long if his thoughts went down that path.

So Rowan turned away and stared at his shoes for the rest of class.

And when it was time to leave, Rowan decided that maybe he did believe in fate after all. 

“Were you put in here by accident?”

His feet almost stopped working and it was pure self-restraint that kept Rowan from turning around too quickly at the sound of the familiar voice. The blonde girl from earlier stood behind him, her arms crossed in front of her with a small smile on her face. Her eyes- gods her eyes, Rowan thought he could sink into them.

“I- uh, what?” 

“Well you clearly didn’t do the assigned reading,” the girl shrugged, blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders as her smile grew. “Kinda makes one think you don’t wanna be here. That or you’re super confident in your abilities.” 

“I wasn’t.” She arched a well-sculpted brow and Rowan wanted to kick himself. Why did his tongue feel like it was tied in knots? “Transferred- I mean. I wasn’t put here by accident. I’m in the philosophy pathway.” 

“By choice? You seem so enthusiastic about it,” the girl mused, and Rowan laughed. So she was funny. 

“Not anymore,” he shook his head. “I don’t think it’s really my thing. Not super intriguing to me- nothing worth learning about.” She was nodding along- Rowan was just trying not to stare. “Um... I never got your name.”

“I’m Aelin,” she responded, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder. “And you are…?”

“Rowan,” he stuttered out. “Rowan Whitethorn.”

Aelin grinned and Rowan almost fell to his knees. “Well Rowan Whitethorn, you should consider sticking around. Maybe you’ll find something worth learning about.”

With those final words, she was out the door.

Yes- Rowan thought as he watched her hips sway down the hall- maybe he would.

He tells his friends “I like her cause she’s so much smarter than me.” 

“Remind me again why you like this chick, again? I thought we agreed that all psyche majors are walking red flags.” 

Rowan rolled his eyes at his best friend as he picked up another one of Fenrys’s dirty shirts from off of the ground. He threw it to him as he rolled his eyes. 

“First of all, it’s been a month now, I thought you said you would stop referring to her like that.” Fenrys groaned but nodded- it really wasn’t his fault. He referred to everyone that way anyway. But Rowan really liked Aelin, and he wanted his friends to like her too. 

At the thought of his girlfriend, he felt a smile bloom on his face. Months after their first meeting and he had finally gotten the guts to ask her out. Thank the gods she had said yes- because Rowan was sure he had met his soulmate. His witty, sarcastic, stunning soulmate. 

“I like her cause she’s so much smarter than me.” Fenrys scoffed.

“You’re so whipped.”

He definitely was. 

They’re having talks about their futures until 4:00 a.m. 

  Aelin heard him scoff from across the line. “Never gonna happen.” 

She lifted her feet up until they were practically perpendicular to the bed and she could feel the blood begin to rush to her head. She let out a laugh and put him on speaker so she could put the phone down beside her.

“You can fight it all you want, Buzzard, but we’re getting a dog. Maybe two. You may be able to negotiate one though once we have a kid.” 

She felt more than heard Rowan inhale sharply through the phone and for a moment Aelin questioned if she had gone too far. She and Rowan had been together for thirty months now, and they had discussed moving in together- even marriage. But the other words hadn’t slipped from her mouth yet. Until now.

“I think we both know there’s no negotiating.”

The words were a balm to her soul and she grinned, even if Rowan was too far away to see.

“Damn right. So what do you think of Alice for a name?”

“I was thinking something more like Evalin, actually. Maybe Ellie. But for a boy-”

“Nope.”

“Excuse me?” Rowan laughed at her interruption. 

“We aren’t having a boy first,” Aelin responded resolutely. 

“And you know this because…?”

“Because a mother knows, Rowan.” She rolled her eyes, even as she bit her lip to hold back her laugh.

“Aelin, you aren’t pregnant.” 

“I just know, alright?” she snapped. Rowan’s responding laugh rang through the line.

“Alright, Fireheart.” 

It was quiet for a while after that. Aelin twirled a piece of blonde hair around her finger as Rowan read quietly to her over the phone. It was one of her favorites- Rowan knew it too. And it only made her love him more.

She looked at the clock. 4:00 am.

“Rowan?”

“Yes, Aelin?”

“I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, Fireheart,” his voice was heavy. Like it always was when he had to travel for games. It always sounded heavy when he wasn’t around her.

She really did love this man. She loved him more than she had ever loved anything before. More than she ever wanted to love anything in her entire existence. He was the other half of her soul. She had found it. 

“Rowan?”

“Yes, love?” She would never stop being grateful for it- that she had let herself feel that love and emotion to let herself be so attached to the person she was so often holding.

“Are we really not getting a dog?” His sigh was loud.

She was so grateful she had allowed herself to fall without caution for Rowan Whitethorn. 

“Aelin, we can adopt as many dogs as you want.” 

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soooo, here is a Parks and Rec Au.  this is coming from a Parks and Rec withdrawal–curse you netflix  it will be random updates, if you wanna send in prompts for it, feel free!  The bolded line is a direct quote from the show.

Parks&Rec: Part 1-Elevator and Grudges

The woman has golden blonde waves falling well past her shoulders as she stands before a mural of the Last War of Terrasen–a rather gruesome image of swords, blood, and snow.  

“Oh, yes this is our lovely mural of the city,” the woman explains.  She is nearly bouncing with energy and a smudge of chocolate can be seen on her chin. “It was painted by Petrah Blueblood. She is slightly psychotic.  Was committed last year.  But graphically talented as you can see.” The woman glances over her shoulder at the picture.  “Yeah, no one ever really comments on it.  Nor has anyone tried taking it down after a kindergarten class came through.  The kids were traumatized.  City Hall was almost sued.”

With a shake of her head, the woman stares into the camera and smiles a bit too brightly.

“What was the question?  Oh right.  Do I hate him?” She laughs loudly and fully, tossing her head back so her hair goes flying.  It carries on for a full minute before she straightens and clears her throat. “Yes.  Yes I do.”

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undeniable chemistry |rowaelin month- day 2|

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an: please ignore the fact that this is like a million days late but i saw this tiktok and immediately pictured it as rowaelin. 

word count: 1,474

warnings: language 

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“Shit, fuck shit, godsdamn it, Mala fucking fry me, fuck!”

Aelin was more than sure that the many college students she had just rushed by were extremely offended by her crass words as she rushed to her first class of the day- and coincidentally, of college itself. But she didn’t have time to worry about their hurt feelings- not as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail as she held a pencil between her teeth and her bag slung over her shoulder as she ran in brisk strides toward the chemistry building.

One thing should be made extremely clear: Aelin Galathynius does not like science class. She doesn’t like the biology of it or the chemicals, or the hideous lab goggles they were always forced to wear during experiments in high school. She didn’t like physics, because gods did she have a hard time understanding it, and basic chemistry when she was sixteen, had given her enough tears to last a lifetime. Her tutor was the only reason she had ended up passing.

So even basic chemistry in college was the last class she wanted to be a part of- especially first thing in the morning of her first semester. 

But here she was, pushing her way through her new college campus on the first day of class, undoubtedly running late. She glared at the invisible foe in front of her- she most certainly had something to blame for that. 

Aelin made it to the science building quickly, and it was easy enough to find her classroom- she just followed everyone around her. The crowd led her into the biggest lecture hall she had ever had and Aelin was suddenly struck with the realization that she was so far out of her league here.

“Aelin!”

Her head whipped around at the sound of her best friend’s voice and Aelin sighed in relief as she spotted Lysandra standing up towards the back of the lecture hall, a saved seat beside her. Her green eyes sparkled as Aelin practically trampled a couple of other students to get to the seat. 

“Took you long enough, bitch.”

Aelin flipped her off, rolling her eyes at her friend who had actually come fully prepared and on time to the class. “I slept in,” she muttered.

“Mhm, I bet you did.” Lysandra gave her a knowing look that had Aelin blushing and turning back towards the front of the class where an older looking blonde woman had just entered- clearly the Professor- and placed her things down beside the standing desk.

Thc class went silent faster than Aelin had ever heard in her life.

But it seemed her Professor had no intention of being the mean stereotype and a playful smile crossed her face before she turned back to the massive chalkboard, chalk in hand.

“I,” her voice somehow rang loud and clear through the entire room. “, am Professor Verbena. But you can call me Elena.” She turned back towards everyone. “Welcome to freshman year Chemistry in what I am assuming is all of your first official day of college.” She clapped a little, a grin on her face, even as the class remained silent. Elena arched a brow.

“A quiet bunch, huh? Well, that’s all right, we’ll get that sorted out quickly enough. Alright, you’ve all taken Chemistry before, so I don’t see the point in treating you like children.”

Elena raised herself onto the high chair behind her desk and sat down. She could see everyone from here and Aelin attempted not to shiver as their eyes met from across the room before Elena’s gaze continued its sweep.

“Let’s have a warm up recitation, shall we?”

Oh, fuck. This was not going to be good. The only thing Aelin had ever been able to memorize from Chemistry was the periodic table. Even now she knew it by heart, but that was about it. Still, she knew the academic achiever in her would send her hand shooting up even if she didn’t know the answer.

“Recite the periodic table of elements. 

Aelin’s heart leapt and before she could think better of it she was raising her hand.

Elena grinned at the eagerness no one else seemed inclined to show and nodded. “Yes, Miss…”

Aelin stood, shoulders back. She grinned. “Galathynius.”

Elena nodded. “Go ahead, Miss Galathynius.”

“H- Hydrogen.” 

Her Professor nodded once more, and Aelin was opening her mouth to continue before noticing Elena’s gaze and raised brows toward the other side of the room. 

“Yes, Mr…?”

“Whitethorn.”

It took every bit of will power from Aelin to keep her mouth from dropping to the ground as her gaze snapped towards the sound of the familiar voice. Coming face to face with Rowan Whitethorn in class was the last turn she had expected this awful morning to throw at her.

But there he was- all six foot four of him- and his silver hair looked brighter than usual and his eyes seemed to sparkled like he knew something she didn’t as he met her own gaze with a smirk. She tried to keep her eyes from wandering down his body- tried not to glare at the tattoo that curled down his strong arm and face. Gods, she hoped this rivarly would’ve ended by now. But no- her hackles were more than raised as he turned back to their professor and opened his mouth.

“F- Fluorine.” 

“Very goo-”

“He- Helium.” Aelin couldn’t stop the words as they flew out of her mouth.

Rowan’s eyes were on her as an amused grin appeared on his face. “Ni- Nickel.”

“Li- Lithium.” If he wanted to play, she’d play. 

“Si- Silicon.” 

Mg- Magnesium!” Aelin knew her voice was higher than it had been moments ago- but competitiveness always had gotten the better of her. Her heart was pounding as Rowan raised a brow at her, accepting the jab in their battle.

“Fe- Iron,” he shot back, gaze holding hers with fire. 

“O- Oxygen,” Aelin snapped, her head tilted accusingly.

“Miss Galathynius and Mr Whitethorn!”

Aelin gasped at the sound of Elena’s voice and both her and Rowan’s heads snapped backed to their Professor, who had obviously been watching the two like a tennis match. She felt a deep blush attacking her face as the embarrassment of the whole situation really hit her- it was the first day of class and she had already made a spectacle of herself.

“Calm down,” she said, a small smile on her face.

She glared at Rowan from the corner of her eye to see that he too was looking down at his feet, one of his hands scratching the back of his neck. He cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” the two mumbled at the same time. Aelin’s felt the tension melt from her shoulders at the competitiveness seemed to fade from the room and she straightened her back. She was better than petty competition. Especially with Rowan Whitethorn.

A knowing smile curled onto Elena’s mouth and her eyes crinkled as she motioned between her and Rowan. “It seems to me like the two of you have this so- called, ‘chemistry.’” Elena laughed at her own joke and shook her head. “Cheesy.” 

Aelin’s hands slipped into her back pockets and she leaned back on her heels as Rowan cleared his throat once more. “Of course we have chemistry, ma’am.”

“Hmm?” the older woman smiled.

Rowan’s head jerked to Aelin who glanced at him in return. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Aelin lookd at her feet before pointing to Rowan with her thumb, still not looking a him. “And he’s my boyfriend.”

Elena’s eyes were practically in her hairline as she looked between the two once more and realized they were serious. “Oh…” 

Rowan grinned and Aelin wanted to strangle him for the words that left his mouth. 

“She’s a compound of Barium and Beryllium.”

Aelin’s head was in her hands. She hated dating a science major- even if he was the only reason she had passed high school chem. “Because she’s a total BaBe.

“Shut up,” she deadpanned, looking at the ceiling.

Rowan fidgeted and coughed before he was ducking his head down. “Yes, babe.” He mimed zipping his mouth shut and Aelin couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. She loved this idiot. To think there was a time she couldn’t stand him.

Rowan turned his head until his eyes met her own and a dopey smiled crossed his features. Aelin felt her own melt into a matching one. 

You’re an idiot, Rowan Whitethorn.

His eyes sparkled. Maybe. But I’m your idiot.

A happy blush spread across her cheeks and her smile grew. That you are.

Aelin tucked her chin into her chest before she did something stupid like kiss him in front of their entire classroom. She managed to glance back at their Professor just long enough to catch the words mumbled under her breath as she opened her laptop.

“I’m not bitter… I’m not.”

She raised her head. “Let’s proceed.” 

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the prompt was: university au

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i don't understand how dylan o'brien's back didn't break carrying the weight of teen wolf

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Love Walks In

Rowaelin Month day 16 - you accidentally walked into my dorm room

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342. That was her room number. Aelin barely remembered it, but she kept repeating it in her head as she stumbled down the first floor lobby of the dorm building, trying very hard not to look like she was drunk. 342, 342, 342. It was a mantra in her head.

It wasn’t like she had a bad memory, it’s just that other things seemed way more important to her when she wasn’t sober. Like Rowan Whitethorn. Who needed to remember which dorm room was hers when she could fantasize being with that hunk of muscle instead?

She had to hold back her drool as she pictured him, imagined his green eyes glinting at her when he had a little too much to drink, imagined the way his silvery hair would feel between her fingers if she ever got to run her hand through it, imagined the way his massive arms could hold her up as he fucked her…

Aelin shook her head, clearing it a bit as she trudged toward the stairs, her heels in her hand. Her little crush on Rowan wasn’t exactly a secret in their friend group, well, not to anyone but him, and she’d had to put up with a plethora of jokes about how she must be so sad he was studying instead of going out with them that night. Part of the reason why she’d left early, though it probably hadn’t been the smartest idea.

It was one of the things she liked about him, the fact that he was so studious. He was able to let go and have fun when he wanted to, but was responsible enough to also reign it in when he needed to, and she knew he’d have a fantastic career when he graduated. A career as a - a … lawyer. Yep, that was it.

See, she wasn’t drunk.

Aelin giggled at herself as she nearly fell into the door, glad no one was around as she struggled to push it open, her heels nearly tipping out of her grasp as she trounced forward, her dress riding high on her thighs. 342. Which meant the third floor.

The third floor. She alternated between skipping up the steps, like a kid playing hopscotch, and pretending like it was the tallest mountain in the Staghorns, like she was an explorer who was desperate to get to the top. She was desperate, just that short walk was leaving her now desperate for sleep.

A yawn escaped her, like a sound a little puppy would make, and she wiped at her eyes, smearing her mascara as she reached the top of another flight.

Wait, what floor was this? Aelin glanced around, but her gaze was too blurry now to make out the sign properly. She’d climbed four flights already. Did she come in through the ground floor or the first floor? Shit, this is why she shouldn’t drink. She chewed on her lip as she tried to remember.

Ground floor, she was pretty sure she came in through the ground floor. So two more flights to go.

She yawned again, trudging up the last stairs before throwing her key fob up against the little scanner, unlocking the door. It got her onto all the floors, security wasn’t exactly a strong suit here.

It was late, so there wasn’t much activity in the hall, most of the girl’s probably either still out or clogging up the showers. She’d worry about showering in the morning. And she didn’t even bother looking at the room numbers, knowing how far her door was from the stairwell. It was already unlocked, to her surprise, but Lysandra must’ve gotten home before her somehow, or maybe she left the door open, too excited to go out to bother locking it.

Her eyes closed as she entered, and she barely cracked them open as she dropped her heels, clambering into the bed that smelled like home, burying herself in the multitudes of blankets she found there.

She was out less than a minute later.

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Rowan Whitethorn just wanted to go to sleep. That was the only thought on his mind as he trudged back to his dorm room, his eyes half shut from exhaustion. He’d been studying all afternoon and evening, even staying until after the sun went down, when he knew everyone he was friends with was out partying.

He’d rather be out with them, but he needed to get an A on his exam tomorrow.

Lorcan had not held back in making fun of him earlier, calling him a little goody two shoes. And then he’d sent that picture of them all at the bar while Rowan was at the library, knowing there was one thing in particular that was going to frustrate him.

Aelin Galathynius.

In the picture, she was laughing wildly with Elide, her turquoise eyes lit up with pure drunken joy, her golden locks flowing and her dark red dress hugging her curves deliciously. He wished he could be there with her, throwing back shots of tequila as she made him laugh at one of those dirty jokes she loved to taunt him with.

He was pretty sure he was half in love with her, but she didn’t know that. Though he was pretty sure everyone else did.

442.

That was his room number. Right above hers, not that he’d paid attention to that of course.

Rowan opened the door to his hall with his key fob, trudging down the hallway to his dorm. Lorcan had promised he’d left it unlocked for him, considering Rowan didn’t have keys, after a certain incident involving a certain blonde. He was working on getting replacements, but knowing his dorm, that would take ages.

And luckily, his roommate had followed through, the doorknob turning without any resistance. Rowan’s eyes were glazed over from staring at a computer screen for hours on end, so all he did was throw his backpack down, kicking off his shoes and heading toward bed. His blankets were all lumped on the side closest to the wall, but he was pretty sure that was him making his bed that morning, in a rush to avoid being late for class.

Rowan didn’t care, he just slipped under the single sheet left on the side closest to the window, closing his eyes and immediately falling to sleep.

He didn’t notice the warm body that curled into him at some point during the night. Or the way he cuddled closer, as if even unconsciously, he knew this was where he wanted to be.

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aelin you should just kick his ass with a kingsflame bouquet 🙄

a healthy dose of rock & roll

rowaelin month - september 13th 

prompt: a flower shop owner & a tattoo shop owner 

rowan isn’t technically the owner of the tattoo shop buttttttt enjoy this little drabble anyway i guess, xoxo. (still sorry about yesterday) 

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~~~ Aelin enjoyed her life, for the most part. It was a rather simple existence that, however, lacked excitement. She supposed it made up for all of the chaos in her early life but Aelin was beginning to feel bored. 

Her days were always the same. She woke up, drank some coffee, went out and took care of her late mother’s garden, and then went into work at the flower shop her mother had opened when she was young. 

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you’re gonna bill me

the duty of court ~ 2

rowaelin month - september 12th 

prompt: delayed love confession 

part two to this work from day 4!! babes, i am so sorry i had lord huron on repeat and i don’t know what came over me but this happened and i was going to end it better but i don’t know i just liked it like this, ya know. i’m proud of this one. 

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Rowan trailed a few steps behind Lorcan utterly dejected. He wasn’t naive, he knew his infatuation with Aelin could be more than well, that - an infatuation. Yet, there was still a single string of false hope that was tied to his heart, and to hear that they could never be leave Lorcan’s lips hurt Rowan more than he was prepared to acknowledge. 

He adored Aelin, adored everything about her. He adored her fiery personality and wicked tongue. She was as addicting as the finest drug. He particularly enjoyed it when she told him stories of the time she spent in Rifthold and the Red Desert. He even loved when she talked his ear off about books, he could listen to her analyze and break down the plots of her current reads all day. The passion in her eyes was intoxicating. 

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an early interruption |rowaelin month- day 12|

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an: a shoutout to @morganofthewildfire for this one- it was supposed to be a delayed day 11 fic but I happened to read hers as soon as it came out. shattered my heart and probably those of so many others (thanks for that by the way) so i felt that i had to write something to make up for it. so here it is, cute and fluffy, and hopefully serves as stitches for the tears in your heart that fic will leave :)

word count: 1,833

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It was too late for this.

Rowan groaned as a loud clang from the kitchen startled him from his comfortable sleep, and he glared at the closed door of his bedroom. Sure enough, he could see a bit of light peeking out from the bottom. 

Having been roommates with Aelin for almost two years now, Rowan was more than acquainted with her three am food cravings and was used to the little bit of interruption it granted him. It was too much sometimes, but Rowan couldn’t find it in himself to tell her off. He would probably end up apologizing for something instead.

It was common knowledge to everyone (except Aelin herself, apparently) that Rowan was utterly and completely gone for his roommate. And he didn’t know how much longer he could stay just friends with her. But the fear of ruining the great thing they had was too much. Coward. 

Another loud clanging from the outside his door had Rowan snatching off his covers and padding into the kitchen, electing to keep his shirt off due to the summer breeze. 

Aelin stood behind their kitchen counter in one of those exceedingly distracting nightgowns of hers with a wooden spoon in her hand. She held it over a bowl as a bit of brown liquid dripped off- Rowan didn’t know what in the gods she was supposed to be making, but it didn’t look correct. Her golden hair was down in a knot at the nape of her neck and a few pieces hung out teasing him.

Rowan dragged a hand through his hair. “What are you doing, Aelin? It’s three in the morning.”

Aelin spun around with wide eyes, effectively flicking brown mixture over their cabinets and even over a little bit of her nightgown and face. Her empty hand went to her chest as she glared at him.

“Gods, Rowan! You scared me!” 

Rowan grinned, taking a few steps toward her to snatch the spoon from her hand and peek inside of the bowl. A lumpy liquid looked back at him as he heard Aelin huff.

She stuck out her chin. “I’m making a cake.”

“And that’s great, Ae, but do you have to make it before the ass crack of dawn?”

The blonde rolled her eyes as she came to stand beside him and grab the bowl and spoon back. Her entire side was pressed into his and Rowan tried to keep his breaths equal as her scent enveloped him like the warmest blanket. 

“Give me this, Buzzard. If you’re going to be a hater you can leave.” 

He grinned at her. Gods, all he wanted to do was wrap his arm around her waist. To pull her to him and kiss her like she deserved to be kissed. 

But he couldn’t. So instead he cleared his throat and leaned against the counter opposite her, effectively putting the space between them he desperately need to survive. He rubbed his palms together.

“Okay, then.” That had Aelin’s head snapping up to his, a question in her eyes. “Let’s make a cake. Cause this sure as hell isn’t one.” 

He assumed Aelin would be offended- that she would scoff and flick more batter at him for badmouthing her cake. Instead, a blinding smile broke across her features, making Rowan lose his breath.

“You’re gonna bake with me?”

“No,” Rowan corrected, opening the trash can for her. “I’m going to bake. You’re going to help me while I make sure you don’t burn the kitchen down.”

This time she did look offended, even as a delightful blush coated her cheeks. Aelin crossed her arms in front of her. Rowan elected to ignore her, instead squinting at the recipe book Aelin had open and leaning on the wall in front of them. He began to make the cake- it looked simple enough.

“You just want my company cause you’re so lonely.” Rowan snorted.

“I’m not that lonely.” Now it was Aelin’s turn to snort.

“Yeah, sure.”

He placed the flour in the bowl and turned to her. “I’m not! I have you, don’t I?” He flicked her nose. 

The smile that Aelin gave him was enough to have him melting through the floor- and as if that wasn’t enough, the way she grabbed his hand laced her fingers with his own was enough to send him to an early grave.

“Forever and always.” 

Rowan thought he stared at her for a little too long before ultimately clearing his throat and gently pulling her hand back to finish the cake. In record time it was in the oven and all that was left was to wait. He and Aelin sat down at their barstools.

It was five minutes of comfortable silence before Aelin sprang up from her seat and rushed to her room, coming back with her phone in her hand, now playing a gentle melody as she put on a classical playlist. Rowan recognized it immediately- his mother had shown Aelin the playlist when she had come to visit the last time. She had remembered. 

Aelin’s blue eyes twinkled and Rowan was utterly at her mercy as she took his hand and pulled him off of his chair.

“Dance with me, Rowan,” she whispered into the space between them. Who was he to deny her?

Aelin’s arms came around his neck as his own hands found her waist, pulling her into him in more of a hug than anything. But her face was in his neck and they swayed silently, neither one of them caring that they weren’t even truly dancing.

The feeling of having Aelin in his arms- of finally being able to hold her how he wished to- of having her scent so close- it was going to destroy him. And Rowan couldn’t control himself as his hand found the hairtie and gently removed it, letting her hair fall down to her shoulders. 

He felt her own long fingers weave into the hair at the nape of his neck and Rowan knew the way he purred when her fingers began to lightly scratch was embarrassing. He couldn’t find it in himself to care as he held her even tighter. 

“Rowan.” 

He pulled back slightly at the sound of her voice to look down at her.

“Fireheart?”

Her eyes were heavy with unsaid words before she shook her head. “I just- you’re… my best friend. I just hope you know that.”

“And you’re mine,” he told her earnestly. “Even if you do wake me up at three in the morning to bake a cholesterol-inducing cake.” 

Aelin tipped her head back and laughed, the sound hitting something in his soul and the sight of her smile enough to be the balm for the pain of his unrequited feelings. Rowan had yet to realize that the two were still moving, swaying to the beat of the sweet melody in the corners of the morning. But Rowan didn’t care. There was nowhere else he’d rather be. 

Aelin had stopped laughing, apparently realizing Rowan was staring at her. She quirked a brow but remained in the circle of his arms.

“What?” she chuckled and raised her palm to his cheek. “What is it, Buzzard?”

Rowan looked at her for a moment before his inhibitions were disappeared.

“Oh, fuck it.”

As gently as he could, giving her time to pull away if that was what she wanted, Rowan cupped Aelin’s cheek and brought his lips down to hers. And thank the gods she didn’t pull away because kissing Aelin was better than he had imagined even in his head.

As his fingers tightened around her waist, her own curled into his hair, tugging with the perfect amount of pressure to elicit a small groan from him as he parted his lips with her own to allow his tongue to lightly brush her own. Aelin gasped into his mouth at the sensation and Rowan swallowed the sound as she pressed herself even closer to him.

His hands began to wander down to her thighs, delighted when she grasped the hint and leaped up, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist and for him to lead them over to the kitchen counter, placing her down gently. Her legs tugged him closer and Rowan finally pulled away, gasping for breath.

He was more than delighted to see Aelin’s chest heaving as well. She had a dark blush covering her neck and a satisfying feeling swept through him as he looked at her, disheveled and beautiful. He had done that. 

Aelin’s legs remained around him and his own hands were still on her waist as the two stood nose to nose. Rowan couldn’t help it as he placed a  kiss on her nose. Then on her cheek. And on her other cheek. One on her chin, then another to her lips. 

Aelin giggled, the sound a balm to his soul as Rowan practically felt her grin against his own.

“About damn time, Buzzard,” she whispered. “I thought you’d never get the hint.”

“Oh, really,” he tried to snap, but his words held no bite. “Little Miss, ‘you’re my best friend, Rowan.’ I thought you didn’t feel the same way.” 

Aelin squinted at him before her fists were shoving into his bare chest. He didn’t budge, although he was a bit offended. His eyes seemed to show it as Aelin bit her lip and looked at him.

“Rowan Whitethorn, you are a godsdamned idiot,” she breathed. “I’ve been yours since senior year. I made you a freaking valentine and everything! It was cute- had pink hearts and shit.” Aelin ran her fingers through her hair before Rowan caught them in his own and brought her hand to his lips in a soft kiss. “But I- I thought you didn’t feel the same way so I gave it to Sam.” 

Rowan was grinning, even as Aelin frowned from in front of him. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You made me a valentine?”

Aelin huffed. “Damn straight, I did.” Her hand found its purchase on his neck once more and she tugged him down until their noses touch. “In case it wasn’t obvious,” she whispered. “I love you.”

Rowan’s heart was going to burst- it was official. But he couldn’t help his cheeky smile.

“A bit delayed, don’t you think?”

He found Aelin grinning back as her gaze flicked to his lips and she shook her head. “Nope. Not with you. I think it was just right.”

“Oh yeah?” Rowan asked, leaning closer. 

“Oh yeah.”

“Well, I love you too.” 

Aelin kissed his smile, the kiss deeper than their previous one, and Rowan thought he was dreaming because there was no way this was real. Not as Aelin’s hands wandered down his back, trailing lightly enough to have him shivering. Not as-

Rowan pulled back, a thrill running through him at the whimper that escaped Aelin’s lips at the loss of contact. He frowned. “Do you smell something… burning?”

“The cake!”

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Remember Me

Rowaelin Month Day 12 - delayed love confession

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CW: mentions of death, cursing

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It was a Tuesday when her worst fears were confirmed. It was a Tuesday when her life began its free fall toward hell, when the one thing that was supposed to be unshakeable had suddenly been ripped from beneath her feet. It was a Tuesday when they found out, when they’d gone to the doctor and had been given that sad look that could only mean one thing. There was no hope. And it was a Tuesday when that hope was officially gone, when those green eyes had closed for the last time.

Aelin Galathynius had never had much faith in the world. She’d grown up disenchanted by the whole affair, never buying into fairy tales or magic or any sort of hope that people were intrinsically good. But if she had ever harbored any belief that justice was real, that the universe truly rewarded those who deserved it, it was absolutely crushed now. Because Rowan Whitethorn deserved every good thing that he could possibly get from the world, and instead he’d been saddled with the weight of it, with the knowledge he would succumb to its pressure and fall into the oblivion that was waiting for everyone on the other side.

It was cruel irony that the parents who’d given up and abandoned him when he was little were coming back now to further fuck up his life. To fuck up everything and everyone around him.

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day eleven: surprise kisses.  this is a continuation of day one. 

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Aelin was buzzing with adrenaline and excitement. She felt it from her head to her toes; even her hands were shaking where she bounced on her toes. Her pom poms by her face were hiding her from the scene unfolding on the field, the plastic strands kissing her face and making her hands itch. Everyone in the stands was on their feet already, dying to know if the football team would manage to get one last touchdown in the last few seconds of the game to win by a single point and take home the state championship victory. Even their coach had told them not to worry with a final cheer. 

Aelin could tell the boys were vibrating with the same energy she was. Above anyone else, she could tell by the way that Rowan was flexing his hands and pulling them into tight fists before starting the process all over again while Coach Brullo talked to him on the sidelines about the next play. He finally raised his hands to the guard around his face, clenching the plastic bars while he nodded along until Coach patted his helmet twice, and Rowan ran to where his team huddled. Aelin wasn’t able to be still, her legs jittering back and forth. 

It was only a few seconds of Rowan telling his team about the play before they jogged back onto the field around the same time their biggest rivals did. The silver, glittering stag on the side of his helmet held all her attention. Her breath caught in her throat as they all spurred into action. Aelin had to stand on her tiptoes to see what was going on. 

The other team didn’t see it coming, expecting Rowan to throw a pass and immediately going that way. But he had faked them out, his eyes darting around the field for someone to pass to if he needed it. Instead, he was sprinting down the field with speed the Wyverns didn’t fully anticipate from him. Gods, he was fast. He always had been. And as he sprinted down the field with the football between his hands, Aelin knew he was going to make it.

And when he did, the crowd lost their minds. Everyone cheering on the Stags was screaming and hugging each other, Lysandra slamming into her side and wrapping her into a hug as the buzzer went off. They had won the state championship by one point, and Aelin couldn’t believe it. 

Rowan was swarmed by his teammates, everyone jumping on him, hitting the top of his helmet, and lifting him into the air. There was a short ride on Fenrys and Vaughan’s shoulders while they carried him toward the sidelines. Someone dumped a large vat of water or Gatorade– Aelin couldn’t tell from where she stood jumping and screaming on the sidelines– over his head while he laughed.

And then she took off running, throwing her poms to the ground and hurtling over the discarded helmets of her friends. When she reached Rowan, he didn’t falter as he jumped on her, dropping his own helmet to the ground and supporting her by her thighs. 

The hold was a bit difficult, what with his pads in the way, but they managed. Her arms were tight around him, her face buried between her bicep and his neck while she fought back tears of pride. His smile was pressed against her skin while she repeated over and over that she was so, so proud of him. Nothing could be better than this, she decided.

Except for Rowan gripping the back of her neck when she pulled back to look at him, absolutely beaming. Except for him tugging her face to his until her mouth collided with his, two smiles coming together, melting away as their lips finally met. The butterflies in her stomach threatened to explode and pour out into the world. 

“Is this okay?” He finally whispered, their friends screaming in celebration of not just the game but their friends’ complete and utter idiocy finally coming to an end.

“Nothing could possibly be better than this,” she promised, fingers tangling in his silver hair as she kissed him again.

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a dance or two |rowaelin month- day 10|

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an: i promised i’d have something up and i still have an hour and half left so yay? not my best and is severely unedited but i had fun :)

word count: 3,209

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“Pardon?”

“I’m sorry what?” 

Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn did not agree on many things- they could hardly even stand being in the same room as the other for more than a few moments without wanting to ram their head into the wall.

But it was clear enough that both adults were on the same page here as they gaped at their children’s middle school principal. There was no way they were being asked to schedule a school dance together. 

Blue eyes met green in a clash of disbelief before both parents snapped their heads back to the black-haired woman sitting in front of them. Aelin often questioned why any kind of school board that was responsible for children would ever let such a horrid woman run a school. She couldn’t remember the number of times Danny gotten off the bus close to tears because the woman had told him his shirt was wrinkled.

He was thirteen. 

“Mrs. Vanserra,” Rowan began calmly. “You see-”

“I won’t work with him,” Aelin interrupted as she crossed her arms in front of her and sat back in the uncomfortable office chair. From beside her, Rowan glared, his green eyes boring into the side of her head at the rude and abrupt interruption. Aelin knew the man had always hated how unprofessional she was with the woman. 

Finally, he sighed before a deep frown took over his face. It really did change his entire face- it was a shame. He too crossed his arms, the swirling tattoo just visible beneath the white fabric of his dress shirt, yet his posture remained rigid. 

“What Ms. Galathynius is trying to say,” Rowan leveled her with a fatherly look that had her snorting and rolling her eyes. “Is that we both think it will be better if we don’t work together. We’d both get much more work done on separate projects. I’d be happy to-”

“I’m sorry Mr. Whitethorn, but are you the principal of this institution?”

Rowan’s mouth snapped shut before opening again. “I’m sorry?”

“Are you the principal? Because as far as I’m concerned, which school responsibilities belong to who is my job. Unless, apparently, you two are the new principals.” 

Aelin and Rowan gaped at the woman in front of them.

“No?” she snapped. “Perfect. Then I suggest the two of you work out your differences and stop acting like middle schoolers that walk these very halls.” 

Aelin blushed, rightfully scolded. She couldn’t argue with that. 

~~

Rowan thought that the only person who could possibly rival Alise in annoying him was Aelin Galathynius. Three years their children had been going to school together and the two had yet to come to an agreement on anything. 

He had to give it to her- Aelin somehow found a way to get on his nerves every time he was around her. Whether it was her questionable parenting tactics or her god-awful suggestions for their school fundraisers, she raised Rowan’s hackled like no one else. And he knew for a fact that he did the same to her- he delighted in it, in fact. 

Parenting Alise alone after Lyria’s accident six years ago had been a lot. Gone was the woman he loved and the mother of his child, leaving his world ripped out from beneath him with a child to take care of, and Rowan had almost lost his mind. But he had figured it out- and Alise had turned out just fine. 

Then middle school had rolled around and in strutted Aelin Galathynius. All blonde hair and long legs and blue eyes, Rowan had nearly spilled his coffee all over himself when he had seen her flash a smile to the secretary at the front office. A boy had clutched her hand, his brown hair differing from her blonde but his eyes were replicas of hers, and Rowan could now match the wicked sparkle in his eyes to one he often saw in his mother. 

Funny enough, Rowan really liked Danny. He was a good kid, who always said, “Hi, Mr. Whitethorn,” when he passed him, and he liked the rules enough that it wasn’t often his daughter would tell him of Danny getting sent to the principal’s office.

His mother was a different story entirely, and as she shifted in her place on the outdoor bench beside him, Rowan couldn’t contain a glower in her direction. He knew she had caught it when a smirk pulled at the side of her lips- yet she didn’t meet his gaze. 

As two single parents, both of them had attempted to form close bonds with all of the teachers in the schools. They had given them birthday presents and Christmas presents and yes, maybe it was for a little bit of favoritism. But it had only gotten competitive when the two had realized the other was doing the exact same thing. Becoming members of the PTA, the two had often competed to see who’s fundraiser could gain more money and who would be voted the president in the upcoming year.

It had only gone downhill from there.

Their kids played four square on the pavement of the school playground behind them and Rowan couldn’t help but sneak occasional glances at his daughter to make sure she was safe.

Aelin opened her mouth to speak. “So… a theme?”

Rowan grunted and looked down at his phone to begin brainstorming for ideas. Why the hell did middle schoolers even need a dance for anyway. 

“What about a Hawaiian theme?” Aelin asked, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her finger. Rowan shook his head definitively. 

“Are you trying to give these kids trauma every time they see a floral design?”

Aelin scoffed before sticking out her chin in the stubborn way he had become so familiar with.

“Fine then. You come up with something, Whitethorn.”

“What about a fairytale theme?”

“And drill into their minds the idea that girls have to be pretty princesses while the boys come and save their lives? Hell no.” Rowan rolled her eyes. This woman was so dramatic sometimes. 

“Hey, Danny, don’t do that! No- that’s cheating. Yes, I’m sure.” 

Rowan watched silently as Aelin pushed herself away from the table and walked over to her son, snatching the ball away from him playfully before ruffling his hair and turning to Alise. The little girl beamed up at her, and Rowan felt a shock go through his body at the sight of the two beauty’s smiling at one another.

Whatever Aelin had said had sent his daughter into a fit of giggles and had a blush appearing on Danny’s nose before the boy snatched the ball back, much to his mother’s amusement. Aelin’s face lit up as she smiled and Rowan found himself forcing his gaze back to his phone before he did something incredibly stupid.

Aelin was a lot of things- but ugly was not one of them. It was something Rowan had noticed from the first moment he met her- the way she lit up the room and had everyone half in love with her in a few words. She was just special.

Even if she did annoy him to no end. 

She returned to the bench a few moments later.

“What was that about?” Rowan found himself asking without looking away from his screen. From the corner of his eye, he saw her shrug and swore she was grinning.

“Just a little four square misinterpretation is all. Danny thinks he’s so slick, but I put him in his place. Alise was pretty forgiving though, which I think guilted him even more.” 

Rowan hadn’t noticed the small smile creep onto his face. “Yeah, she’ll do that.” 

Aelin smiled too before turning back to look at the kids. “She’s a good kid.”

“So is he.”

Then Aelin looked at him and he looked at Aelin and he smiled.

And she smiled back.

~~

The dance was here.

After a month of planning, a good bit of bickering, and practically impossible decision for a theme that had ended in a game of rock paper scissors, everything was ready. 

Ironically enough, it seemed that she and Rowan Whitethorn had come to a mutual compromise. And working together over the last weeks, they had almost become… friends.

Aelin looked around the school cafeteria which had been converted for the dance. The tables had all been pushed to the sides of the room and bright lights flashed down to illuminate the red carpet that laid in the middle.

She smirked. Rock was always the way to go. 

Naturally, she and Rowan had been the top picks to chaperone the dance, and neither one of them had turned it down, much too eager to accept the opportunity to spy on their kids for a night. Danny had been mentioning a new girl in his life and Aelin was more than excited to see who the hype was all about.

She watched as middle schoolers rushed through the space, some dancing and singing their hearts out while others awkwardly shifted around one another, clearly having no idea what to do. In the middle of the dance floor were Danny and Alise, dancing their hearts out and screaming the lyrics to each other. Aelin was sure they had no idea what any of them meant. At least she hoped not.

“I thought I told you to take that song off of the playlist.”

The grin was already on her face before Aelin turned around and came face to face with Rowan Whitethorn. And holy hell, she was not ready for what she saw. Yes, she knew Rowan was hot. He had a tattoo and silver hair for god’s sake. But looking at him in a dress shirt and pants had Aelin struggling not to drool as she looked him over.

She herself had elected to wear one of her older dresses that hugged her curves in an innocent enough way. The real beauty was Alise, who looked like just about the cutest thing she had ever seen. Maybe second to Danny. 

“You’ll learn, Rowan Whitethorn, that I won’t do a lot of the things you tell me to do.” 

“I think I’ll get used to it,” he grinned back. Aelin swore she saw a spark in his green eyes under the lights. He came up to stand next to her and Aelin ignored how good he smelled while the two elected to watch their kids.

“She looks beautiful,” Aelin smiled at Alise.

“Yeah, she does.” She looked at Rowan only to see his head snap away from hers as he took a step away from her. Aelin cleared her throat and turned back to Danny, who now seemed to be dancing next to a pretty blonde girl. Her breath hitched as the girl’s hand came around Danny’s shoulder in a quick movement before dropping it. 

“Rowan!” Aelin hissed, just loud enough for him to hear. “Did you see that?”

“Huh?” Rowan squinted around the room and Aelin rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, that little homewrecker just tried to make a move on my kid!” Following her gaze across the room, Rowan’s eyes widened as he looked at Danny and his new friend who seemed to be dancing a little too close to him. Come on, they were in middle school. 

A choked laugh escaped him. “Aelin, they’re dancing.”

“Oh, dancing my ass! I was a middle schooler once too, you know. That shoulder move might’ve worked then but-”

“Aelin!” Rowan stepped in front of her, ultimately blocking her seething view of the little fiend. “It’s a middle school dance.”

“Then why does she look like she’s ready to give us all a show?” she snapped back.

Rowan gaped at her, his green eyes disbelieving before he burst into a series of loud laughter that was just concealed by the pounding of the music. Aelin didn’t find any of this funny as she glared at the man who was practically in stitches from beside her. 

She huffed and gave him her shoulder as he struggled to recover. By the time he had recovered a new song came on, and Aelin watched with amusement as the middle schoolers paired up awkwardly for the slow dance. Her heart was pounding all of a sudden as her eyes widened. 

“Rowan!” His head snapped to hers in question and before he could say anything she had grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, allowing her hands to wrap around his neck as his hands fell to her hips to steady her, the scent of pine intoxicating as it enveloped her. His frame was large and imposing as he almost collapsed on top of her but he managed to hold them up.

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Dance with me!” Aelin replied dismissively as she began to move them through the slow melody of the song. She could feel the tenseness in Rowan’s shoulders, clearly not a fan of dancing- but he didn’t push her away.

“Why?” 

Aelin didn’t answer as she rose on her toes to look over Rowan’s shoulder. It was a perfect view of Danny and the blonde girl. Her eyes narrowed. That little-

“Are you kidding me?” Rowan laughed and Aelin felt the sound through her own body. “You’re spying on him?”

“I don’t trust that girl,” she squinted at the thirteen-year-old before Rowan sighed. He pulled her away from Danny and his partner, sweeping her through the room in rhythm with the dance and Aelin found herself unable to protest. Not as she swore she felt his arms tighten around her the more he held her and definitely not as his shoulders loosened and lost their tightness. 

They came to an abrupt stop and Aelin nearly toppled over if it weren’t for the way Rowan was holding her. 

“Rowan?” she poked his chest. But the father’s gaze was focused behind her, and Aelin didn’t need to look to know he was watching his daughter with her own partner. When the kids had paired up, Aelin had noticed Alise go off with a nice-looking boy and hadn’t thought much of it. Rowan, apparently, had thought much of it. 

She didn’t think as she placed her palm on Rowan’s cheek, bringing her back to the present where he stood with her in his arms. Meeting her gaze, his own held a frustrating question. Aelin ignored him and began dancing once more. She ignored the tug in her chest when Rowan immediately took the lead once more.

“You have to be subtle,” Aelin whispered into the space between them. 

“Like you’re subtle?” he sniped, and Aelin rolled her eyes as they swayed. 

“Just trust me on this one, will you?” She felt Rowan go still under her hands. “What?”

“He just touched her hand.” Aelin gazed up at him, only to find his eyes on his daughter once more, even as he continued to sway. 

“I’m sorry?”

Rowan shook his head, and it was at that moment that Aelin realized Rowan Whitethorn was capable of murder. Even if his victim was a thirteen-year-old boy.

“He just took her- he’s holding her fucking hand Aelin,” he said through clenched teeth.

“What a man- whore,” Aelin shook her head and she felt more than heard Rowan growl.

“This isn’t funny.” 

“It’s a little funny.” At the look he shot her, Aelin sighed. “Alright, slowly, but unnoticeable, turn us around. Lemme see this heathen for myself.” 

Rowan obeyed, turning them so she had to look over his shoulder. Aelin decided that she liked dancing with Rowan. He held her securely and surely, and she couldn’t help but feel as if they just fit. And when she leaned over his shoulder, every inch of her was pressed against him. She may have liked it quite a little bit. 

Sure enough, Alise stood in the middle of the dance floor with a young boy attached to her. The two swayed awkwardly from a distance. Aelin snorted. 

“Are you kidding me? He barely brushed her hand.” 

“Yeah, I know what he’d like to be doing,” Rowan muttered. 

“Rowan!” Aelin lightly shoved his chest, noticing when he didn’t move an inch.

“Look at that little twerp,” Rowan spoke under his breath. “Thinking he can dance with my daughter. What am I supposed to do?”

“Well put him to death obviously.”

“Not helping.” 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Rowan.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “They’re just kids. Alise probably just thinks they’re friends.” Rowan frowned once more.

“Well, that’s because she’s perfect.” 

Aelin couldn’t contain her grin at that. And when she looked up at Rowan, butterflies just about erupted in her stomach when he was looking down at her with his own. She opened her mouth to say something-

“Dad!” 

Aelin and Rowan sprang apart a the sound of Alise’s voice from beside them. The dance had apparently ended, not that Aelin had noticed, and the kids were all spread out now, much to Aelin’s delight, and most definitely Rowan’s.

“What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Can we get outta here?” she asked. “You said we could get ice cream later.”

Aelin grinned at the girl in front of her and she shared a knowing look with Rowan.

“That sounds like a pretty solid idea to me,” she smiled and turned to Rowan. He was looking at the two with exaggerated fondness. “What do you think, Rowan?”

The man rolled his eyes. “Oh, there’s no need to give me that look.” At their confused gazes, Rowan looked at the two of them sternly. “You know what look I’m talking about. So let’s find Danny and get to the car.” He grumbled out the last part.

“Where is Danny?” Alise wondered aloud.

“Probably with his little girlfriend,” Aelin muttered, causing Alise’s gaze to snap to her own.

“Do you mean, Lindsey?” she asked, gesturing next to them where her son had been behind her all along, the girl- Lindsey, next to him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“Is that her name?”

“Yeah,” Alise shrugged. “But trust me, you really don’t have to worry about her.” 

As if in answer to the questioning look Aelin gave the girl, her son’s voice rang out from behind her. When Aelin turned around, he was removing Lindsey’s hand from his shoulder with a kind smile. 

“You’re really nice, Lindsey,” he was saying with a kind smile, and a gush of pride shot through Aelin. She really had raised him right.

From beside her, Rowan elbowed her playfully.

See? His eyes said. I told you. Aelin shoved him back with a small smile.

“But you’re just really not my type.” Ouch. Aelin’s eyes widened- that was never fun to hear. Lindsey was red.

“Wh- what? Is it because I’m not pretty enough? Or- or tall enough?”

“No,” he said with a shrug. “I just like boys.” 

Aelin didn’t think she was breathing as she gazed at her son. She turned to Rowan, no small look of disbelief on her face.

“Did he just-”

“Yep.”

“In front of-”

“Uh, huh.” 

Aelin grinned as tears sprang to her cheeks. She didn’t think to acknowledge the butterflies that tumbled through her stomach as Rowan reached an arm around her and pulled her to his chest. She grinned into his shirt as a tear finally spilled.

“I knew I fucking loved that kid for a reason.”

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