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Lysandra: Yes..?

Aelin: I did a thing

Lysandra: Do I want to know?

Aelin: yes.

*proceeds to open a hidden door in the castle and leads Lysandra directly into the town bakery*

Lysandra: Marry me

Aelin: Marry the cake instead

Lysandra: I was talking to the cake in the first place

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Rated M - Language, Sexual Content, Mature Topics

Hockey. College. Friends. So-called ‘puck-slut’, and one player who isn’t interested in Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. An unlikely romance, and one that is veeeeeery slow burning. 

Hey guys! Still playing around with the title. Please send me any suggestions you might have, and leave your user in my ask box with the name of this fic if you would like to be added to a tag list. Happy reading!

Started: 12/19/20

Updated: 12/20/20

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

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This is a pretty short chapter, but I wanted to get it posted and just introduce everyone to the story. Happy reading!



As if his day couldn’t get any worse, Rowan saw a glimmer of golden hair across the crowd of half-drunk college students. No one got on his nerves quite as much as Aelin Galathynius did. Ever since Rowan met Aelin freshman year at a frat party, he and the blonde had clashed. He hated her arrogance, and she hated his taunting and brooding glares.

The Terrasen hockey team had a game tonight against Ardalan University, one of their biggest rivals, and Rowan couldn’t even play because of Aelin. Last week, Rowan had been getting on Aelin’s nerves in Monsters, Myths, and Fae 201 by throwing balled up pieces of paper her. The professor didn’t notice, however, Aelin knew exactly who was throwing it. She turned around and directed a few whispered curses at Rowan along with a promise to get retribution if he didn’t stop. Rowan, being in a particularly pissy mood that day, had thrown the biggest paper ball yet square in the back of her head.

She whipped her head around. “You bastard, you’re going to regret that.” Aelin snapped.

“Maybe, but at least I’m not a prissy princess puck-slut.” He retorted.

Her returning squinted fiery glare had him knowing whatever she was planning wasn’t good.

A week later and Rowan was sorely regretting that interaction. Aelin had a video of Rowan shotgunning a beer at a party the prior summer and had decided to show his hockey coach. Because Rowan was only 19, even though it wasn’t during hockey season that video was taken, he was suspended for one game, which just so happened to be one of the most exciting that year.

The tables and cars spread all outside the parking lot had been there since midmorning, and most of the students were covertly drinking all types of alcohol from soda cans and Yetis. Tailgating before Saturday hockey games had become somewhat of a tradition among Terrasen students. Usually, Rowan loved it.

Even though he was just a Sophomore, Rowan was one of the best players on the team. He played center and had an impressive 5 goals already in the first few games with not much playing time.

Roughly grabbing a drink from the cooler, Rowan turned away from the sight of Aelin and opened the can.

“Rough day there, boyo?” Lorcan chuckled. As much as Lorcan Salveterre was a brooding bastard like Rowan, perhaps even worse, he always helped Rowan with hockey.

“Shut up Lorcan,” Rowan seethed, “You know why I’m upset.”

“Well,” Lorcan said with a pointed stare at the can in his hand, “I can see you’re handling it well. You better not let a coach or anyone else see you with that or else you’ll completely be off of the team this time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. But hey, this is the one upside to me being suspended today. I can drink during the tailgate—and I’m not about to waste it.” Rowan took a big swig from the beer.

“You can’t actually like the taste of that, can you? I mean, I know I’m a hardass, but at least I can admit that tastes like piss. I would rather have a strawberry daiquiri and get made fun of for a girly drink.” He laughed.

“Whatever,” Rowan muttered, “This shit is cheap, and all you have to do is crack it open. Good enough for me.”

With that, Lorcan grinned and sauntered away.


Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was having the time of her life. She was being hoisted around on hockey players’ shoulders and had the satisfaction of knowing that brat Rowan Whitethorn didn’t get to play tonight. He deserved it, for all of the torment he put her through. She didn’t even feel a bit guilty.

She didn’t even notice that the college boy currently holding her up was Dorian Havillard.

“Hey, Ae! You ready for tonight?”

Dorian was #22, a junior year defenseman on the hockey team—and also the first guy she slept with at Terrasen college a year and a half ago.

“Hell yeah! Are you?” She asked excitedly.

He looked up at her gold and blue eyes, “As ready as I can be, with the stupid stunt you pulled!” Dorian yelled over the mass of sound from the large gathering of students and music. Everyone around them tried to keep her moving above the crowd, but Aelin grabbed on to Dorian’s jersey and glared at anyone who tried to touch her. He set her down from his shoulders onto the alcohol-splotched pavement.

“That was pretty dumb, Ae. I know he can be a bitch sometimes, but you can’t go doing stuff like that. He could’ve been arrested. The only reason he wasn’t is because Coach decided to not say anything to the dean and instead said he was injured.”

“Dorian Havillard,” her eyes narrowed, “who’s side are you on here?”

“Yours!” He quickly replied, “But, Ae, come on. That was too far and you know it. Hockey is important to me, and him. Plus, Rowan will get revenge, whether you’re prepared or not. So I’d watch out.”

“Oh, Dorian. I’m always prepared.” She said with a grin on her face. “By the way, Lys, Elide, Lorcan, and Chaol want to hang out after the game tonight, you down?

He looked at her like she had three heads. "Of course I’m down, you idiot!”

Aelin’s grin widened, and she turned to go find Lys.

Chapter 2

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Chaol : think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Aelin : if you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupidity, YES.

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Aelin: Some people are like slinkies.

Aedion: °~°

Rowan: What?

Aelin: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.

Rowan: °~°

Aedion: Please don’t push Lorcan down the stairs.

Aelin, radiating serious “Let me see what you have!” “A knife!” Vibes: You can’t stop me.

Lysandra, sipping tea: She’s done it before.

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*KOA spoilers I guess*

I am so so grateful that Aelin got her happy ending. Like I don’t think SJM will ever realize the impact she had on my life with TOG but the fact that she gave Aelin that ending? I can never be grateful enough.

Those books put me through so much but I healed with them. When Aelin was hurting I was hurting. When Aelin was happy I was happy. When Aelin healed? I was there, healing. She was my very own Yrene Towers.

Thank you SJM for saving the girl. You saved more than one the day you made that decision!

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Until Time is Undone

(Outlander AU)

Prologue / Teaser



Aelin Galathynius never knew her father. 

She knew that he was tall, and handsome. That his hair was long and brown and his eyes were the blue of the sea, that he was a brave and kind and good, and that she had inherited his stubbornness and temper. The tales her mother painted of him made Aelin imagine him as a prince from a faerie tale. 

But Aelin had never met him. Rhoe Galathynius had died mere months before Aelin had been born. But her mother had assured her that he loved her more than life itself, even though the last time he saw her, Aelin had been little more than a gentle bump in her mother’s belly.  

They didn’t even have any pictures of him. So Aelin had grown up on second hand memories of her father. 

Her mother, Evalin Ashryver, had been a med student when she had met Rhoe just outside of Stornway, a little town far to the south of Varese. She had been on break from school at the time, and the two had fallen in love near instantly. In the twenty years after his death and Aelin’s subsequent birth, she had finished her schooling and gone on to become a renowned surgeon. 

When Aelin had turned five, Evalin had packed them up from their home in Varese and moved them across the sea to Orynth. Terrasen had been Rhoe’s homeland, and Evalin told her that they had always planned to move there one day, when things had settled. Being there made her feel like Rhoe was still with them, his presence surrounding them and bringing a peace to her still aching heart. 

Aelin couldn’t fault her mother for it; not when it also let her feel closer to the man who had been nothing more than a ghost her entire life. 

So Terrasen became their home. And they were happy. For twenty years Aelin was content with only her mother and stories of her faerie tale father.

Until one day, a few weeks after her twentieth birthday, when her mother vanished seemingly into thin air. 


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Aelin’s sacrifice

I know people reading ToG books were sometimes tired of Aelin and her master plans that she doesn’t tell to anyone, and I was too but then I realized something. Something that is very important and explains it, but many people forget about it and prefer to blame everything on Aelin’s arrogant and bitchy attitude.

But think about that.

Last time she shared her plan with anyone, she lost Sam. Her boyfriend, her love, was gone, because he went alone and got caught. I didn’t see a lot of people connecting that to her decisions.

Also, so many sacrifices were made for her, that I think she doesn’t want anyone to protect her this way, by sacrificing themselves.

She lost parents, uncle and Lady Marion (also Elide’s mother!), so she could live and fight for Terrasen.

She lost Sam only because Arobynn wanted to teach her a lesson. She lived because Sam’s murderer was happy with brutally torturing and killing only him. Taking Sam’s as offering from Arobynn, so Celeana could be captured and brought to Endovier. And still live, just broken, as her master wanted.

Next she lost Nehemia, because she wanted Aelin to finally become true herself. Because she wanted to protect her from betrayal. Because this sacrifice was needed to push her back to being Galathynius princess.

Finally, through the years, she lost so many people fighting for Terassen, that were not even sure if she still exists. But they fought for the country they loved, Aelin loved, to keep the spirit of other people. They didn’t hesitate to die for it. So one day she could go back home and help them.

I think after all this, Aelin was done with sacrifices. She couldn’t bear a thought of people losing their life for her. She didn’t thought she’s worthy of it. She preferred to die herself, so she can save those people. Her loved ones, like Rowan, Lysandra, Aedion, Elide, Dorian and Chaol and people of Terassen.

So she never wanted to tell them. So they couldn’t sacrifice themselves. That was her part now.

Aelin was ready to die when saving world so noone else have to do it. It wasn’t because of arrogance or god complex. She just was tired of thinking that people die because of her.

What do you think about that?

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