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elentiyawhitethorn · 2 years

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Masterpiece

Aelin Week May 7th: Rowan admiring Aelin

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Aelin sighed in content as she felt a gentle breeze caress her features. Her eyelids fluttered lazily and her fingers twitched. If every day could be this peaceful, lounging on the porch in the wake of summer’s heat, the cool tones of autumn starting to take over… well, she wouldn’t mind it.

As it was, moments of relaxation like these were sparse what with getting a welcome but demanding promotion at work and the trial of moving both her and her fiancé’s things into the new house they’d bought as they began to settle down. But rare as these moments may be, they made everything worth it.

Of course, Aelin enjoyed the busy things too. She loved her job, and even more than that she loved her fiancé. She loved starting a life with him. Just a few years ago Aelin would have scoffed at the peace she’d found in her life, but feeling it now, she couldn’t wish for anything else in the world. Besides, Rowan rather enjoyed her wild side; it wasn’t something a serious relationship demanded she give up. That was part of the joy she found with Rowan, someone who loved every part of her and asked her to give nothing up.

“What are you thinking about?”

Aelin opened one eye. “Hello to you too.”

Rowan took a place on the lawn chair beside her own. “Hey, baby.”

Aelin smiled and lifted her head up, lips puckered, demanding a kiss. Rowan chuckled and leaned over, pecking her on the lips.

“What are you thinking about?” he repeated.

Aelin smiled. “Why do you ask?”

“I want to know what’s making you smile like that.” Rowan leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear.

“Hm,” Aelin sighed as Rowan’s fingers brushed her curls. “I was just thinking about how happy I’ll be after we get a puppy,” she lied.

Rowan leaned back. The look on his face was enough to make Aelin laugh.

“There’s a cute one at the animal shelter; I saw her when I was volunteering last week. Her name’s Fleetfoot.”

Rowan glowered. He knew she was only teasing him—the poor man was both allergic to and afraid of dogs—but still he frowned.

Aelin pouted at his lack of response. “Don’t you want to make me happy?”

“You’re remorseless, you know that?”

Aelin smiled. “Only for you.”

Rowan laughed and leaned in for another kiss. Aelin tried to deepen the kiss but Rowan pulled back, ignoring her pouty face. His gaze drifted across her face, as if studying her features anew.

“Is there still chocolate on my face?” Aelin asked suspiciously, sensing Rowan was studying her with unusual interest.

He smiled. “No, baby, there isn’t.”

“Then what are you doing?” Aelin asked, laughing as he pulled up one of her hands and traced the freckles he found there.

“I’m taking a moment to admire my lovely fiancée. Is there anything so wrong with that?” Rowan asked as he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.

“Of course not,” Aelin replied. “I feel I need to warn you, though—if you stare at me too long you’ll burn your eyes.”

“Because you’re the sun?” Rowan asked drily.

Aelin smirked. “Look at that, old man got the joke.”

He pinched her side and she shrieked. “This is an outrage! Being harassed by some elderly man who’s found his way onto my porch!”

Rowan shook his head, eyes swimming with mirth. “You’re impossible, woman. Stay still.”

He went back to studying her. Eyes tracing their way down her body slowly, languidly, the soft touch of his fingers following.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” Rowan asked, trailing a hand down her thigh.

Aelin let her head fall back. “Many times actually. I’m quite the star.”

Rowan chuckled softly, and much to Aelin’s disappointment his hand retracted from her thigh and returned to her face, brushing a thumb across her cheek.

He smirked at her neediness, but then his gaze went soft again, looking at her like this was the last time he would ever get to.

“What’s gotten into you, old man?” Aelin whispered softly.

Rowan hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I was washing up in the kitchen when I glanced out the window and saw my lovely fiancée lounging on a porch chair like she owned the world. And it occurred to me: this is my life now. I get to spend the rest of my days with you, loving you, having you for a companion. I want to know every inch of you, Aelin Galathynius. I want to know you because you’re mine, now and forever.”

Aelin’s eyes were watering. “That’s got to be the sappiest thing you’ve ever said to me. And you happen to be a very sappy man, Rowan Whitethorn.”

He smiled and leaned in for a hug, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

Aelin held him tightly. “I was thinking about you, Rowan.”

“Hm?” he murmured against her neck.

“You asked what was making me smile the way I was. It was you.”

Rowan leaned back and traced his thumb across Aelin’s lips—not a sensual swipe, but a reminiscent action as if remembering that very smile. “You’re a masterpiece.” Rowan’s voice was raw with emotion.

Aelin flashed a wicked grin. “Does that make me a sculpture? Because you’d better not take me for granite,” Aelin said, never missing an opportunity for a cheesy, downright dreadful joke.

Rowan’s resounding laughter chased the sunset across the horizon.

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goddess-aelin · 2 years

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Dancing to a Happy Song

Bonus scene/Part 6: Dramatic Entrances

Masterlist

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual content, language, birth

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Aelin had been pregnant for what felt like ages. In her mind, she knew it was only nine months but why did pregnancy have to take such a toll on her? First it was the morning sickness. Then it was the afternoon sickness. Then by the fifth month, it was just sickness all the time. Luckily, Yrene, the goddess she was, had given her some sort of tonic to ease the sickness that lasted longer than the one her own healers gave her. Since the peace ball two months ago, Aelin barely had any nausea or trouble with her stomach.

No, now it was just the fact that her belly now exceeded her sight of her feet. Aelin felt like she had tripled, no, quadrupled in size in the last two months. None of her clothes fit so she had taken to wearing Rowan’s much larger shirts. She had done without pants most days, not able to find anything that was comfortable. If Yrene hadn’t confirmed that the baby was just that, one baby, she would’ve thought she was carrying twins. Of course Rowan’s spawn would be giant. The male himself was a giant, too.

Aelin had taken to calling the baby Rowan’s Spawn whenever they didn’t allow her to sleep or gave her a particularly hard kick. Rowan didn’t particularly like that she called their baby that but Aelin was over it. She wanted this baby out. She didn’t care if it was a girl or boy, if it had silver hair or blonde. She only cared that they came out as soon as possible and they were healthy. But she still had another month to go. At the moment, she was cursing her fae heritage. Normal human pregnancies were just a simple nine months but faes had to be difficult and carry a child for ten months. So she sat in the library, cursing Rowan for producing such large offspring and reading a new romance novel in the hopes of getting her mind off of how huge she was.

That was another thing. When she thought about how big her belly was and how much her body had changed, she cried. In fact, Aelin started to cry over everything recently. The bakers made her favorite cake? Cry. Rowan rubbed her feet? Cried harder. Saw some droopy flowers that no one wanted to pick? Aelin was embarrassed to say she cried the hardest at that. She wasn’t even sure why.

Aelin focused again on her romance novel, trying to also keep her mind off of the fact that Rowan was away. He wasn’t far, only in Caraverre helping with some building construction, but she missed him like crazy. He’d be gone for two days and she hadn’t been without him since the start of her pregnancy. Rowan originally didn’t want to leave her while she was this close to having the baby but she insisted she’d be fine. He finally relented when Lysandra agreed to come and stay with her for a few days. She’d even brought Gavryn along to help keep Aelin’s mind off of pregnancy topics.

Currently, the little lord was “napping” which really meant Lysandra was trying to get the six month old to sleep but was failing miserably. His first teeth were erupting and Gavryn had been fussy the whole time he was here. At least it’s good practice, Aelin thought.

She would probably regret her words later but Aelin couldn’t wait for the sleepless nights if it meant getting to hold her baby in her arms. It was something that was so far out of reach at one point that she never dreamed she’d really be able to do it. Simply to hold her child, healthy and whole, and be able to give them the safety and love they deserve. Her many years as Celaena left her body scarred, eventually erased by Maeve. But her heart was still scarred in many ways. She knew that a baby wouldn’t heal those scars. But she hoped that it could be a new beginning. A hope that she didn’t even think was possible all those years ago.

Aelin had been feeling restless the whole day, her mind racing too fast with thoughts of the future to actually focus on the rather dull romance novel. There wasn’t even any spicy smut. How was she supposed to focus on this book when the sex scenes were drier than the sands of the southern continent? Placing the book down, she decided to go for a walk instead. Looking out the window, she noticed though there were a few puffy clouds, it seemed a nice enough day.

She chose to take the long way to the palace gardens, going past Lysandra’s room. She found the Lady of Caraverre sprawled halfway across the bed, asleep, with her son lying diagonally beside her. Aelin chuckled quietly to herself and continued on, allowing the shifter to have her much-needed sleep. Aelin was feeling rather independent today without Rowan’s hovering, so she decided that she had to pass by Fenrys without him noticing. She took a few of the more secluded hallways to avoid the great hall, where she knew he’d be at this time.

Finally, she made it to the gardens where she was pleased to note that, yes, it indeed was a very nice day out. Balmy weather with a slight windy breeze made it the perfect day to take a short walk through the forest. Not the Oakwald, Rowan would kill her if he knew she walked through there alone and nine months pregnant. There was a small grove not far off from the palace that Aelin liked to come to for some quiet reflection. A small gurgling pond was placed in the middle of the large copse of trees, all vibrant green in the pre-summer sun.

As soon as Aelin started making her way to her small hideout, she noticed a sharp cramp in her side. She truly could not wait for the baby to be out if it meant being able to walk more than a few feet without feeling some sort of ache or pain. She sat for a moment on a nearby bench and continued her walk when she felt steady again.

Aelin took in the fresh smell of the newly-bloomed trees, the crisp air that smelled of budding fruits, the smoky lingerings of bonfires from the previous night. All scents of her home. Of Terrasen. She walked and walked until she felt her feet swelling and her side cramping again. Finally, she reached the pond and decided this was a good place to take a little break. Aelin laid in the soft meadowy grass next to the water and let herself succumb to the babbling and gurgling of the water and its inhabitants.

She must’ve dozed off a bit because when she awoke to a pain in her side once more, the sky was darker. Aelin hopped to her feet, though hopped was a strong word for rolling to her side and pushing herself up with no lack of difficulty. As she rose to her feet, she was quickly doubled over by pain in her stomach. Shit. She really should get back to the palace. She shouldn’t have come this far anyway. But fuck it, she was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius and she had been through worse pain than this.

Aelin rose and started walking once more, the pain subsiding. A strong breeze chose that moment to blow steadily into her, slightly knocking her off balance. As she looked up, she saw that the sky was darker not from time passing but rather from dark clouds rolling in. Ugh, even better! Thunder cracked in the distance and she could already feel some drops of rain landing on her slightly flushed skin. Had it been this hot when she arrived here? No, she thought, that was just her skin feeling like it was burning. Aelin checked herself to make sure her fire wasn’t the cause (it wasn’t) and continued on her way as quickly as she could. At least the stomach pain is gone.

Fate had a sense of humor because the moment Aelin thought those words, the worst pain she probably had ever felt had her doubling over her stomach again. Once the pain subsided once again, she tried to walk but the haze of pain and her mind conjuring all the reasons why she could be feeling this clouded her thoughts, not allowing her to see the small root upturned in her path. Aelin tripped slightly, landing on her ankle at an awkward angle, twisting it under her. She let out a cry as she went down, catching herself on her hands. Well now this is really great.

And once again, fate had it out for her as she felt a wetness run down her leg. Shit. Aelin wasn’t well-versed in pregnancy other than what she experienced so far but she knew that wetness was her water breaking. And those cramps from earlier were probably contractions. She weighed her options and came up with only one: she had to get up and get back to the palace. Otherwise, her baby would be born without help and she wasn’t sure she could do this on her own.

Ever the pragmatist, Aelin looked around for a suitable stick or branch that could support her weight. Once she was within reach, she got up as quickly as she could and hobbled her way, slowly, back to the castle. On her way, the clouds opened up into a deluge but that was the least of her concerns at the moment. She had to stop every few minutes to breathe and still herself through the contractions as well as keep weight off her ankle.

Fenrys was the first to notice her and what a sight she must’ve been. A hobbling, nine-months-pregnant, soaking wet woman making her way out of the forest. Aelin wouldn’t have been surprised if she had twigs coming out of her hair from her short nap, either. Fenrys could see in her eyes that something was wrong. He saw her ankle but his eyes quickly widened once he noticed the wet patch on her gown.

“Shit!” That was the only thing she heard before Fenrys swept her up into his arms and ran as fast, though gently, as he could to her rooms. He made it just in time, too, when another contraction hit her. He held her hand tightly.

“Find Lysandra.” She ground out. “Shit. This one fucking hurts.” Aelin couldn’t focus on anything but the pain. Through that haze, she did remember her breaths. In and out. In and out. “Get me Rowan!” Fenrys nodded. He had no idea how he was going to get all the way to Caraverre and back before Aelin had the baby but there was nothing he wouldn’t try for his queen.

Fenrys disappeared and after a moment, Lysandra rushed into the room with a few healers behind her. She brushed the hair back from Aelin’s sweaty face and murmured quietly to her that everything was going to be ok. Aelin just wanted her mate here. It was too soon for the baby to come. Why did she tell him to go to Caraverre? He should’ve just stayed here with her. All these months she just wanted the baby to come out but the baby was coming and Rowan wasn’t there. She needed him.

Yrene wasn’t here either and the thought had Aelin half in a panic. She knew she needed to stay calm. She had well-trained healers here in Orynth, though none had healing magic and none were as talented as Silba’s Heir. Lysandra still held her hand and someone had apparently brought a bucket of cold water since she was also currently laying a cool cloth on Aelin’s head.

Aelin didn’t know how much time had passed. She went through at least another 7 contractions, maybe 5 minutes apart or less. But they were getting closer. And Rowan still wasn’t there. She had decided already that she was going to hold this baby in until he got there. There was nothing Aelin’s determination couldn’t do. That determination wavered, though, with the realization that she wasn’t sure this was something she could succeed in.

Finally, finally, the scent of pine and snow reached her nostrils and Aelin let out a sob that wasn’t out of pain. Her mate’s green eyes clouded her vision along with her tears and she felt his sweaty forehead against her own. Murmurs of I’m sorry, Fireheart kept reaching her ears over and over. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. When Aelin finally opened her eyes again, Rowan was sitting beside her on the bed, taking over for Lysandra in placing the cool cloth on her forehead.

Everything in Aelin relaxed seeing her mate by her side. She pulled his hand into her own and placed tiny kisses to his palm. She already could see the tears streaming down his face and she would’ve laughed if another wave of pain didn’t sweep over her. Once it subsided though, she once again looked into his emerald eyes.

“I know I said it already but I’m so sorry, Fireheart. I’m sorry I wasn’t here and I’m sorry I left.” Rowan looked like he was about to start crying in earnest. But Aelin took his hand again and brought it to her heart.

“C’mon Buzzard, I told you to go. Of course your spawn would want to make a dramatic entrance.” Aelin looked to her belly. “Already taking after your dad, I see.”

Rowan gave her a look and a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me, I’m pretty sure you’re the dramatic one here. If anything, the baby is all you.” They gave each other the biggest of smiles. Rowan returned to holding her hand and patting her head with the cool cloth. “Where do you need me, Fireheart? Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“Behind me. Can you sit behind me and just hold me through this please?”

Rowan kissed her forehead before sliding onto the bed behind her, propping her up with his torso. He used his powers to allow a small breeze travel between them and down her spine to help with her overheating.

After another hour, Aelin was exhausted. How did women do this for hours upon hours? It had only been around two for her and she didn’t think she would make it. Lysandra was at her feet, helping the healers with whatever they needed. Though she didn’t have healing powers, it was a relief to have her there, her presence alone helping Aelin to stay calm.

Another two contractions hit her in succession and finally, she was ready to push. Rowan kept the steady wind on her and held her as gently but tightly as he was able. Aelin gripped both of his hands in hers, resting them just above her belly.

In contrast to the rest of her pregnancy, pushing was the easy part. Just three pushes and the baby was wailing, held in Lysandra’s arms. Aelin felt the drips from Rowan’s tears on her bare shoulders and felt his lips on her cheek as they listened to the soft cries of their baby.

“It’s a girl!” Lysandra cleaned the babe as best she could and wrapped her in a tiny green blanket before giving her to Aelin. Aelin took her daughter as gently as she could, not having much experience with holding babies. And although that was the case, her daughter couldn’t have felt more natural in her arms. The baby’s face was pressed to the skin of Aelin’s chest as Rowan’s hand came to gently cup the baby’s head.

“I’m so proud of you, Fireheart.” Rowan was crying at that point. Aelin wasn’t sure if she ever saw him cry so hard. She could feel his small hiccups at the point where his chest met her back. She would never hold that over his head, though, because she was as much of a mess as he was. Aelin felt neverending kisses to her cheek, her shoulder. She had never felt so full and loved, so happy. Her daughter was in her arms, something she never thought she’d be able to say.

Aelin looked down at her tiny, perfect face. She had a tuft of blonde hair and Aelin was sure that when she opened her eyes, they would be the same shade of green as Rowan’s, just like he said. “I’m your mama, little baby. I’m so happy to meet you and I’m so glad you’re here and healthy.” Tears continued streaming down her face as she just held her daughter for a moment longer.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but there are still a few more things we need to do, your majesty.” Aelin nodded and gave the baby right back to Lysandra. After the birth was complete, Rowan staying behind her the whole time still, Lysandra walked back over with a freshly cleaned and swaddled little girl. Rowan moved out from behind Aelin and before Lysandra could hand the baby to her mother, Aelin turned towards Rowan, giving him a look.

“I think maybe Papa should get a chance to hold his daughter.” Rowan started crying once more at that. With gentle hands, he tucked his daughter close to his chest, running his hand along her tiny, red nose.

“I’ve never seen anything so perfect.” Rowan said as he looked to Aelin. She nodded and laid her head on his shoulder, the both of them content to simply watch their daughter sleep.

“What are you naming her?” Aelin startled a bit, lost in her world where Rowan and their daughter were the only ones in the room. Aelin looked to Lysandra and then again to Rowan. Both of their eyes twinkled in agreement as twin smiles crossed their faces.

“Her name is Alma. Alma Whitethorn Galathynius.” Aelin again looked down to her daughter.

“That’s beautiful.” Lysandra said, looking to the tiny bundle. “Does it have a meaning?”

It was Rowan who answered, still in awe over his perfect daughter and the strength of his wife. And the fact that he was a father. “Alma means soul.” Lysandra gave a small stroke over Alma’s soft hair before leaving the new parents alone with their daughter.

“Hi, my little love. I’m your papa. I promise I will love you forever and always look out for you, even when your all grown up.” Aelin once again laid her head on Rowan’s shoulder.

“I was so scared when I realized she was coming so early. Yrene wasn’t here and it was an entire month earlier than we expected. And of course, you weren’t here either. I was terrified.”

“I’m so sorry again, my love. I am so, so incredibly proud of you. You amaze me everyday and there isn’t a moment where I’m not completely in love with you. You made this.” Rowan gestured to baby Alma. “And I just…I have no words for what you have given me. Everything.” Aelin tilted her head to give her husband a quick peck on the lips. “Next time, I’ll be here. I promise.”

“Next time? That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” from Aelin’s smirk, Rowan knew she was joking. He would take as many children as she would give him. And if Alma was the only one, then so be it. He would love them both just the same.

Rowan looked down at his wife. He wasn’t sure if this was the most opportune time, but he couldn’t resist gloating. “I was right,” he whispered into her ear. Aelin’s howling laughter was music to his ears after her sounds of pain.

“I love you, Fireheart. To whatever end.” She repeated the sentiment back to him and they lay there for some time, simply existing as a family of three. Rowan had never been happier and he would do anything for his girls, to whatever end.

A/N: this is for day 5 of Aelin Week and also just a continuation of my regular fic. Hope you enjoyed :) keep an eye out for a companion art soon!

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tomtenadia · 2 years

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Aelin’s Week - Day5 - Aelin and pregnancy

Here we go with day 5. This fic has a little bit of angst but I promise it will end in pure fluff.

THIS IS US

The two lines on the stick on the counter in the bathroom stared back at her. Pregnant. She was pregnant. The truth finally in front of her after a full week of feeling lousy and sick. It was not a bad bug. No it was something far more permanent.

She grabbed the stick and the box and compared the guidance images. Two lines. Definitely positive. In a quick burst of desperation she threw the items on the counter and with her back leaned against the wall and then let her body slid down until she was sitting on the cold floor.

She did not even bother asking herself who was the father because there was only answer.

Rowan.

And the realisation of the situation almost triggered a panic attack.

Rowan.

It had been a night stand. A relapse in what had been a very messy and complicated relationship. They had started dating after uni. Two years together, then he took a job in Doranelle and they broke it off when distance started to take a toll on both. Two years later he had come back to Orynth after he was offered a much better job. He had come back to her and they tried. But life, fate, work and being adult did its best to tear them apart and succeeded five months prior when they called it off again, realising that they were just hurting each other. It had been hard. Aelin knew Rowan was her soulmate, but for some reason they did not seem to be able to stick together.

Until two months before when at her friend Lysandra and her cousin Aedion’s wedding they had hooked up. They hadn’t seen each other in three months. And when she saw him in a nice suit old feelings came back.

So when he asked for a dance Aelin did not refuse. For the entire night they had danced only with each other. It had been perfect. Being so close to him once more. Inhaling his scent of pine and snow that she had missed. It felt like being finally back home. Because no matter what everything that had passed between the two she knew that he was her home. He had driven her home and walked Aelin to the door like a proper gentleman and that’s when he kissed her. And the kiss led to much more. She let herself drown again in the feeling of being in his arms, his kisses, their naked body against each other and the feeling that being again with him in flesh and soul elicited. They were meant to be… but why? Why couldn’t they make it work?”

And now two months later she had to deal with the results of that night. The following morning they had decided to leave it as a one night stand and go back to their own lives. Aelin had almost told him. Almost blurted out the words weighing on her soul. She loved him. She never stopped loving him and never will. In the end she decided otherwise. He had probably moved on and she had just been a hook up at a wedding.

She sighed. She could do that alone. It will be fine.

Aelin was standing in front a very familiar door. She hadn’t been there in a long time.

She was nervous and almost felt sick. Sickness that was in part due to her pregnancy. Her sicknesses had lingered far longer than expected and had been quite bad too. She had been a wreck and now, five months in, she was already looking forward to the day she’d be able to enjoy a full meal without feeling nauseous.

Lysandra and Elide had been at her side and both of them had convinced that she had to tell Rowan. He was the father, he had the right to know. It had taken Aelin two weeks to decide and now she was in front of his door. In the morning she had her twenty weeks scan and the doctor had been able to tell her the sex of the baby. They were having a girl and where she wanted to scream in joy, a part of her was terrified at telling him. She had no idea on how he’d react. She had made a mess of things. Of that she was certain.

Aelin took a deep breath and knocked. A minute passed and she was about to go away when the door opened and Rowan stood in front of her. Still the same handsome man, his pine green eyes on her “Aelin?”

She noticed the moment he spotted her bump. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Mind if I come in?”

Without adding a word Rowan pulled aside and let her in and Aelin entered the familiar house and walked to the sofa. Nothing had changed. His modern flat with a living room full of bookcases was her favourite part of his house. Books, they had both been crazy bookworms. That’s what had brought them together. A night at the uni library had been their first meeting.

“This place hasn’t changed,” her hand on her bump while taking in the surroundings.

“I just added a few more books. The bookstore must be tired of seeing me.”

“Nah, you bring business.”

He never sat down. He was still standing in front of her, his eyes fix on the bump.

“What are you doing here?” The bite in his words was almost too much. Gods, that had been a mistake.

She stood quickly and tried to leave but he grabbed her wrist “Aelin… you are pregnant.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she bit back “and this was a mistake.”

Rowan’s hand did not lessen his grip on her.

His green eyes bore into her in the way they used to, in the way when he seemed to read the inner depths of her soul.

“Congratulations,” and the sadness in his voice was a knife in her heart “I hope the father makes you happy.”

A sob broke from her “it’s you, idiot,” she blurted “It was at the wedding.”

Rowan froze and let go of her hand. Silence fell in the room. She watched as the news sank in.

“That was five months ago!”

Aelin nodded.

“You have been pregnant for five months with my child and never bothered to tell me?”

Aelin sank on the sofa as the tears started to streak heavily down her face “Damn it Rowan it’s us,” she said a bit too loud “and after our last hookup you made it very clear that it was just a night stand. So I made you a favour and kept my distance,” another sob “it’s us. It’s messy. How could I force this on you?”

Rowan started pacing “So why now?”

“I…” she whispered, while clutching the pocket of her jacket where she had the picture of the ultrasound. Of course he was not interested “I need to go…”

Rowan did not follow her

Rowan had the week from hell. After the news from Aelin he hadn’t been able to think straight and even work had been hard. Pregnant. Aelin was pregnant and he was going to be a father. He was furious. Mad at himself for letting her go without telling her that he had never been able to move on. That he regretted all of their separations. Regretted going away to Doranelle. He had missed her. At the wedding he had been the happiest he had felt in a long time. The chance to hold her again and then at home… that night had been special and a part of him had hoped for more. But something she had said had made him realise it was nothing but a hopeless dream. So he had walked away.

And now she was pregnant. He should have told her that he was going to be at her side if she allowed him. That maybe… maybe this time they could finally make it work. Perhaps fate had decided that it was finally the time for them to grow up and be adults once and for all.

So after work he had started driving to her house and had stopped along the way to buy her favourite ice cream. She used to love it when they were dating and assumed that now while pregnant she’d love ice cream even more. On his lunch break he had read as much as he could about pregnancy and also wrote down the titles of some books. He wondered if Aelin had already discovered the sex of their baby. Their. Rowan thought about the word and realised he was not scared. He would have fully committed and asked her to marry him a long time ago if life hadn’t pulled them apart. They had wasted so much time… but no more.

At the house he finally found the courage to knock.

“Rowan…”

“I…” he stumbled “I was on my way back from work and decided to pop in as see how you were,” he lifted his bag “I bring ice cream too.”

Aelin opened the door and let him in and went for the kitchen where he put the tub in the freezer. They had to talk first.

He joined her back in the living room and sat on the coffee table opposite from her “how…” he cleared his voice “how are you feeling?”

“Why are you here?”

“I told you.”

“I am fine. Now go.” Her arms folded at her chest.

“You are not. You don’t look fine,” his words made her angrier.

“Geez, Whitethorn, thanks for reminding me that I look like shit. That I struggle to keep food down because there is a fucking human growing in me.”

Aelin looked at him and saw worry in his eyes. Saw him switch on his fussy buzzard mode.

“Let me help you.”

Aelin was silent for a moment “You are free. You can wash your hands of this baby.”

At those words she recognised anger flashing in his eyes. He stood in a quick motion “the hell I am leaving. That is my child too and I want to be involved.”

Aelin stood too, albeit shakily “Why? So then you can leave both of us as soon as you get a fancier job somewhere else?” She shouted at him, while her hands shook in fear. Allowing him in was a risk. What if he regretted his decision down the line?

“I am not leaving,” his tone matched hers.

“You don’t know that. We will be nothing but a burden and I am not putting my daughter through such pain.”

Rowan recoiled as if slapped “A daughter?” He asked in a whisper as he fell on his knees, his hand extended towards her bump “we are having a girl?”

Aelin sobbed at the scene and her hand moved on its own as it brushed in his silver hair in a gentle caress. Seeing him like that melted her heart. She knew Rowan wanted kids, it was something they had discussed when they were still dating and hoping it would go somewhere. His green eyes stared at her full of joy and in second all of her barriers fell.

“Yes,” her answer hidden in the sob.

Rowan scooted closer and finally touched her bump and as his hand caressed it she felt a powerful kick. Almost as if her daughter was giving her approval.

Aelin pulled back and waddled to grab her diary and removed a piece of paper. She turned and passed it to Rowan.

Her eyes never left him and watched his face morph in the one of a man already in love with that tiny human. Their daughter.

Rowan stood and stopped in front of her “Aelin I will be here if you let me. We are done being stupid. Please tell me this is us once and for all,” his hand brushed her wet cheek “I love you, I never stopped and I don’t want to.”

Aelin sniffled loudly and crashed in his arms “this is us?”

Rowan looked down at her and asked himself how he had managed to go on all of those months without her. He nodded. He wanted to kiss her but instead he kneeled back down and kissed her bump and another kick reached him “I love you already, little one,” he whispered while caressing the bump and enjoying every single kick from their daughter “Dad was stupid and let mum go but no more… I love you both. Madly.”

Aelin was ready to be done being pregnant. She still had a month to go but the last two months had been hard on her. During one of her last checkups her ob/gyn had spotted a small sign of placental abruption. After that Aelin had been placed on bed rest immediately. She had started working from home while Rowan run the house. A month after he went to her place she had moved in with him with the reasoning that his house was far better and had space for a child too. He was the one on big bucks after all.

After his visit they had decided to really take things seriously this time. There was another person involved, a tiny innocent human and they owed it to their daughter to be a family. To give their little girl a stable environment to grow.

Rowan had been amazing and as he promised, he had been there for her, went with her to all of the check ups, decorated the nursery and supported her in every possible way. The pregnancy had been an excuse to go to the bookstore and buy books about pregnancy and babies in general. He had also bought a lot of fairy tales and had taken to read to their daughter and given the amount of kicking, it seemed she liked it too.

They had also talked about what happened in the past and the mistakes they both made, promising each other that this time it would stick.

Aelin was finishing her toast when her daughter kicked once more and Aelin huffed “just five minutes? Can you calm down a little bit and let mum rest?”

She texted Rowan telling him that their daughter was being a tornado but was not expecting a reply yet. He was the chief of the A&E at the hospital and sometime it would take him a bit longer to get back to her.

She was bored and had also finished the last three books Rowan had bought her. So she decided to do the only thing she was not meant to do: go out.

“You and I are going book shopping.”

A powerful kick hit her belly.

“I am glad we agree, little one.”

She had taken the bus as far as the bookshop and happily bought five more books. She had time to kill aplenty, so why not splurge. Then when looked at the time she decided to the hospital to surprise Rowan. She could wait for him to come off shift and they could go home together.

That had been a bad idea. Walking to the second bus had left her exhausted and by the time she was in front of the A&E she was breathless and feeling sick.

Aelin walked in and went to the nurses station and saw Sorscha.

“Aelin, what are you doing here?”

Breathing had become hard all of a sudden and she felt sick too.

“Sit down, please.” The nurse grabbed a seat from the waiting room “Aelin, you do not look okay?”

“Can’t…” a pause “breath,” and then folded over with a scream.

“Stay here, I’ll call ob/gyn.”

Yrene came down a few minutes later “What are you doing out of bed?”

“Bored.”

Together with a nurse they helped her in bed and Yrene examined her “Aelin, I will need to do an emergency C-section.Your baby is coming but she in distress and I want her out.”

“Rowan…”

“I’ll tell him.”

Very quickly Yrene got everything organised and she was rolled out on a bed straight to the maternity ward and an OR.

“Rowan…” she breathed, extending her hand to Yrene.

“I have paged him, but he must be with a patient.”

Aelin lay back down on the bed and closed her eyes, while her hand went to her bump.

When Rowan got the page from OB he was busy with a patient and had to ignore the worry rising in him. Why Aelin was with OB? What was she doing in the hospital?

Once done he disposed of his gloves and ran “Sorscha, I am up in OB if people are looking for me.”

He didn’t even wait for an answer, he just ran up the stairs like a desperate man.

On the floor he went straight to the nurse “where is she? Aelin?”

“She is surgery.”

Familiar with the area he went straight for the OR, grabbed a mask in the cleaning room and some coveralls and burst in and stopped as he saw Aelin on the operating table. Yrene was just about to cut her open.

“Rowan…”

“Please Yrene…”

The doctor nods “she is awake, sit at her side.”

Rowan went around the team and reached Aelin and stopped near her head “Fireheart…”

Aelin’s smile was groggy, she was awake but the amount of meds in her body were affecting her.

His hand brushed her hair “I am here.”

“Maya…” a whisper on Aelin’s lips.

“For our daughter? I love the name,” he kissed her head gently while he peeked on the monitor up ahead. Yrene had finally opened her and he could see the little girl’s head appear from the cut.

“I can see her…” he whispered to Aelin looking at her once more.

It was not long after when they heard the scream of their daughter and when he saw Yrene holding the baby he felt like crying.

“Is she…”

“She is okay, my love. They are just cleaning her up and do some checks.”

A few minutes later Yrene moved closer to Aelin and passed her their daughter placing on her chest “skin to skin is really good for the baby,” and the doctor made sure the baby was as close as possible to her mother “We’ll get you close up and the back to your room.”

Aelin nodded, not caring much. Her whole world was now the little girl in her arms.

Rowan kissed them both, his heart bursting in joy and realising that the hookup at the wedding had been the best thing in his life. Aelin was back and now they had a daughter too. His heart could not be fuller.

Back in her room, Aelin was sitting heavily against the pillow while holding baby Maya in her arms. Rowan on her bed at her side, his eyes glued to the little bundle in his arms “thank you for dancing with me that night, for making me realise how much I had missed you.”

“Thank you for the hookup,” she smiled kissing him and then searching for his eyes “we are done being stupid…”

Rowan nodded and pressed a kiss on her lips “it’s just the three of us… to whatever end.”

Aelin looked at their daughter and then him again “to whatever end.”

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mariaofdoranelle · 2 years

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Aelin week day 2: Aelin and the magic of friendship

I’m usually very adamant when saying I’m not a writer, but then I had a “fuck it” moment this weekend so here’s my first one-shot.

Anyway this is 2,1k words and I hope you like it.

TW: swear words and mentions of drinking.

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She was so close. A couple more tries and she would totally get that shiny Magnemite. Aelin should feel embarrassed about playing Pokémon Go while in class, but she only did that when her students were busy, it was not her fault she could reach a few Gyms and PokéStops from inside the school she worked at. Until she looked out the window and could clearly see a brunette PE teacher. Not a silver-haired one. Ugh. She frowned at the view and began to stare a wall while her mind raced. Rowan was always distracting her by being his usual self from outside the window, but when she could use a distraction, the one outside was Lorcan Salvaterre, her biggest frenemy. But she could very vividly remember Rowan’s tan skin under the sun, the way his adorably cute butt would flex while he jogged and his—

“Miss G?” Evangeline’s voice snapped Aelin back to reality, interrupting her dreamily gaze at a wall and deep sigh. “Oh, hi, Evangeline.” The girl looked at her with a contained smirk on her lips. Her students were too smart for her own good. “Lys and Aed are throwing me a birthday party this month, are you coming?” Aelin already knew that, so she had no idea what was the girl’s point. “Yes, I’m going to be there, don’t worry. Have you finished your test?”

“Yes, I have. Anyway, you can bring someone if you feel like it. Are you bringing someone?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m probably sharing a ride with Rowan.”

“Oh! He’s your plus one, then?” They were always each other’s plus one at parties, but Aelin didn’t feel like indulging the teenager.

“I don’t think he can be a plus one if he was also invited, Evangeline. Can I have your test?”

“Oh, I’m so excited! All of my friends from school are coming too, are you ready to be plus one-ing him like officially? In front of everyone?” Oh, the wonders of working with teenagers. She knew the girl meant well, but ever since changing schools, Eva got really caught up in the gossip about Aelin, becoming her most meddlesome student for being part of her extended family.

It was no secret that Aelin and Rowan were best friends. Or that there were speculations about them. Some students even called them Rowaelin, for God’s sake. Her friend had never expressed his opinion on the matter, and Aelin was secretly pleased people could see herself with Rowan that easily, even though that kind of attention wasn’t very appreciated. The thing is, the two of them had a routine. She woke up, made coffee for both of them. In the meanwhile, he prepared their lunch. And it was a very fair exchange, since coffee was all she could do, and Rowan was practically a chef, she was giving 100% of her skills into the morning routine, while the old Buzzard can’t say the same. But sometimes he would give her chocolate hazelnut cake, so she has to cut him some slack. Anyway, they’d meet at the hall of their apartment complex, share a ride to go to work and come back, and then spend some time together. Their friends would always tease them by saying they’re like conjoined twins, but Aelin wouldn’t change it for the world. Rowan was her best friend and favorite person, it had nothing to do with the fact that she has been in love with him for years and no one knew.

Honestly, she had learned to live with it. So what if she felt like she was having a heart attack every time Rowan gave her one of his rare belly laughs or sometimes came home with gifts for her out of the blue because apparently they reminded him of her? That meant nothing besides a deep connection between two friends. Sophomore year of college, Aelin offered herself in a platter for him at a party while shit-faced drunk and he politely turned her down, but conversation kept going and they soon became inseparable. Co-dependent, even. When he graduated from college, Lorcan gave him a job at the school they work now, and when Aelin graduated and Rowan recommended her to the same school, Lorcan probably wanted to kill him. And then himself. But he got Elide out of it, so the bastard can’t complain. See? Everyone’s happy.

When Aelin walked out of her class, Rowan and Elide were talking outside. Then she noticed his flustered look and Elide’s knowing gaze, and suddenly became curious, rushing to them, “What’s up with you two today?” When they looked up at her, Rowan’s cheeks were red and Elide was quick to tell her about some science project her students were doing, but the conversation didn’t last long since they were all eager to go home and rest. When Aelin linked her arms with Rowan’s and started to walk down the halls to the car as they always did, he asked: “Are you going out with Fenrys tonight?”

“Hell no, tonight he just wants me to be his wingman and then leave. I’d be glad to do it if I didn’t have a pile of papers to grade, though.”

“Come on, Ace, you know you’re only alone at those parties by choice. In fact, are you going out with the guy that got your number last time?” Yeah, she’d sometimes go out with other people, but it never developed into something serious. Dating was tough, but she knew deep down she just couldn’t settle for less the Rowan. Which meant that in the best case scenario she’d continue to be single for a very long time.

“First of all, I don’t like to be alone at those parties, but it’s not my fault you and the other idiots don’t like clubbing,” Aelin would always complain when Rowan skipped their friend’s plans, even though she hated to see all the women ogling him at the club. “Second, ew! We talked a bit via text, but can you believe it he told me he doesn’t like Taylor Swift?” For the first time since they began their small walk, Aelin saw him give a small smile. “Well, Fireheart, I guess that just won’t do. Should we grade papers together, then?” “Absolutely. And then Mario Kart?” “Sure.” Even though Mario Kart wasn’t her favorite game, Rowan seemed to like it a lot when they played together, so it kind of became their thing. She was also competitive enough to get a thrill of it, and that was just what she needed.

***

Rowan fucking hated Mario Kart. Honestly, he wasn’t a video games type of guy, but he loved seeing Aelin’s face full of excitement while playing. She was a competitive one, his Fireheart. He didn’t even mind when she cursed him and threatened to end his bloodline when she lost, she’s such a sore loser, but he finds it adorable. He had even accepted to play a scary game with her, and he almost passed out when—

“Hmmm, I love you.” Suddenly a moan and a love declaration interrupted his thoughts. She’s going to be the death of him. “Aelin, stop flirting with the cake.” “Well, Buzzard, what did you expect when you brought it chocolate hazelnut?” With that, he went silent. Rowan was suddenly flooded with memories of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen approaching him at a college party and bluntly say: “I’m Aelin Galathynius, hi. English Major. I find that we’re equally hot and I’m very inclined to give you sex tonight”, one hand offering a handshake and the other holding a half-empty vodka bottle. She was drinking it raw, and it was admiration at first sight, at least. Even though they couldn’t have sex, they talked a lot, and the first signs of dawn were appearing when she started sleeping on his shoulder, on a couch so old and beaten up it seemed like it had at least 10 STDs, so he took her home.

Sometimes he felt like he let the opportunity of his lifetime slip away, but it wasn’t much of an opportunity if she didn’t think of him like that while sober. Anyway, Aelin was the most picky person he knew, and she would never want him after seeing all of his flaws. He had never seen her have a serious relationship with anyone since they met, and she once dumped a guy just because he played Mario Kart with Waluigi, for God’s sake. He probably ruined his chances on day one and kept doing it at least thrice a day, there’s no way Aelin thinks he’s even good enough for her, let alone consider him romantically. He’d just keep taking care of her platonically, from down the hall of their apartment complex.

His mind just took him to a dark corner of it, it seemed. He has always been good at stifling his feelings for Aelin, but today he seemed to be thinking about it a lot since Elide saw him waiting for her and prodded: “You should just tell her how you feel, you know?” Elide always saw right through people, did she notice how he felt about Aelin? Could people tell? Could Aelin tell? It was one thing to have rumours and speculations spread at school, but quite another to be transparent enough to give hints. To shake up his thoughts, Rowan glanced at her coffee table and saw that her Kindle was completely unsafe again without a case. Typical Aelin. When he looked at it, the lock screen was showing the book she was currently reading. “Friends with Kinky Benefits.” The cover was a cute illustration, but when he opened and read a bit of it… There was no doubt some people called it ‘doing the dirty’. But the book was actually about two best friends, is this something she gets off on? Rowan immediately perked up. He could totally pull off these stuff if Aelin wanted it… If she wanted him, and he went somewhere he didn’t often indulge his mind to go, but was his best daydream anyway. When Rowan was about to get his phone to search what the fuck a cock cage was, he saw his best friend completely frozen on her living room. Looking at him. And then the book. And then at him again. Until she swore: “Buzzard, what the fuck are you reading?”

“Your kinky stuff. I never expected your smutty books to be so educational, Ace.”

“NO. No. Fucking. Way. Give me that.” He could just do that and continue his reading at home, but he loved to tease Aelin. Besides, it was so rare to see her this flustered. She always owned being an English teacher who read smutty novels, except maybe for the students because it wouldn’t be appropriate, but she was always confident about basically anything, and he fucking loved her bravado most of the times. But something about Rowan reading this had thrown her off, and he had no idea what or why.

“Buzzard! Are you listening to me? Give it back!”

“I don’t think so. You see, I’m really enjoying this book, so I don’t think you’re getting it back anytime soon. I dare you to try, though.”

“You’re on!” With that, Aelin jumped at him at the couch while Rowan tried to hide the Kindle behind him. To get the thing from behind his back, she pulled his hair and then the world seemed to stop.

There was Aelin. Straddling this thighs on the couch. One hand connected with his because they both were holding the Kindle, and the other roughly grabbing a fistful of his hair. When he realised the tension, she was already looking at him. Parted lips, heavy gaze looking at his. He looked at her flushed cheeks and chest, the way it heaved for a reason he wasn’t certain of. Then she blinked and bit that full bottom lip of hers, her eyes looking for something. Was it the same thing he was looking for in her? A hint, a green light, an invitation. He inched a bit in, giving her time to recoil, while a single drop of sweat ran down her face, and when it reached her throat the only thing he could think about was licking it clean and then biting that sensitive spot where her shoulder meets her neck, and after he wouldn’t care if he would continue kissing her up or down, he’d—

Some crickets started to loudly sing. His phone, then. He looks at his side and disappointment settles in.

Fucking Fenrys.

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Aelin Week Day 1 - Beltane

Well, here is my contribution to Aelin week. I wouldn't be surprised if it was my only one. This does contain smut! So if you don’t like that you might want to skip. So enjoy day one! ***

It was dusk when Rowan dragged her out to the large grassy field the next day. The sun was starting to sink lower in the sky and the people of Mistward were using the last slivers of light to assemble large piles of wood for the fires being lit. More people had begun milling about the grounds, adding tables and tables of food that were starting to pile high.

Rowan was rambling on about something that Aelin had barely paid any attention to; too busy shoveling food in her mouth to fill the ever-gaping hole in her stomach.

“Are you even paying attention?” Rowan snapped and Aelin guiltily lifted her eyes to his face. The permanent scowl that seemed to live there had grown deeper and Aelin lifted her lips in an amused smile.

“I don’t know why I thought you would lift the whole broody warrior act for a holiday. You should be out there with one of those women who won’t stop ogling you.” Indeed, pretty women flitted around each other at the sight of him, some of them in loose dresses that swished around their ankles and were designed to flare out with each twist of their body. Even as the words left her mouth something primal sparked in her blood at the way the women had been dancing around him all night, though none of them had been quite bold enough to approach him with Aelin at his side.

“We’re not talking about this.” Rowan growled and something in his tone skittered along her bones that she dutifully ignored. It had been some time since she had been in bed with anyone, Chaol was a far distant memory that she didn’t feel like dredging up. Besides, she looked damn good tonight. She had gotten her hands on a nearly sheer gold dress that fluttered around her like butterfly wings, iridescent and shining, it caught the sunlight and shimmered around her. It wasn’t the most extravagant thing she had ever worn, but it just might be the most alluring.

She had caught the sideways glances the men had tossed her, their eyes lingering just slightly too long. She wouldn’t deny that she had looked at them back, Fae were much different than the men back in Adarlan. Bigger and a bit rougher looking, with years of experience, Aelin wouldn’t deny that she had thought of laying with one to get the experience. But Rowan’s presence seemed to be a slight problem. The second they spied him at her side, they quickly looked away.

Glancing to the side, Aelin caught him giving the male a scathing glare that sent him scurrying away. A male that Aelin had been watching before that. Jamming an elbow into his side she glared up at him. “Stop that.” She hissed.

Rowan didn’t even deign to look at her, the elbow leaving him completely unaffected. “They shouldn’t be looking at you like that.” Unruffled he gave another look to someone passing by and she rolled her eyes.

“I do not need your territorial bullshit right now. I am more than capable of deciding for myself with what I want to do for the night.” Aelin snapped back, agitation now boiling in her blood, keenly ignoring the fact that she wanted to snarl at any female that looked at him for slightly too long.

Rowan stiffened so imperceptibly that she almost missed it, but his scent didn’t change, and she let it go. But Rowan tossed a pointed glance at Aelin's finger that was now bare. “And what about the one back home.”

It was Aelin’s turn to tense, her hand automatically going to where the ring had sat before she had chucked it into one of the streams. “It was- he-” She paused, unsure what to say when Rowan had now turned his attention on her, drinking up each slight waver in her tone, “It was nothing. He didn’t like that I was Fae.” She finished baldly, there truly was nothing else to say. There was no sugar coating what happened between them and the pain that came with it.

Rowan gave out a rough laugh, the first she had heard from him since the day he found her wandering the streets. That laugh was the first thing she had ever heard from him that had sent fear bolting through her. But now it raked along her spine and Aelin locked down any scent change that came with it. That godsdamned sound. “He was a fool.” Aelin’s brows shot up, the closest Rowan had ever come to complimenting her and a tight feeling coiled in her stomach. But then - “You are a queen, you wouldn’t have belonged with him anyway.”

The feeling dropped right out to her feet, the reminder of being queen sending something queasy across her stomach. But she said very quietly, “I belong to no one. I will decide who can be with me. Not my title. Not Maeve. And certainly not you.”

He looked at her, his mouth opening slightly as if he was going to say something, but he snapped it shut, giving her a curt nod and looking ahead.

Shaking off the conversation she twisted back to the fires that had been lit, dusk almost falling completely tonight. As if on que, her magic swirled inside of her, aching to go and dance with the music that had picked up a lively tune.

But still, she found herself sneaking glances at Rowan, unable to help herself. He was set apart from any other male there. His broad shoulders commanding the space, the pale fur coat flowing down making the breadth larger. Dominating. His silver hair gleamed in the fire light, his green eyes glowing underneath the night sky as if something primal had awakened in him. Gods, the others stood no chance to him. Warrior-Prince and General he was a prize that would be coveted for the rest of his days, the wars he waged talked about even after. A prince worthy of a queen.

Aelin swallowed tightly and shook her head at the thoughts that were now running rampant. She was no better than every other girl here wanting a taste.

Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.

The chant echoed in her head as she tried to focus on the party. She needed to leave his side, and fast.

Right as she was about to turn to him and come up with some lame excuse to abandon him, she caught his eyes straying to a lovely woman who had started dancing to the music. Beautiful brown hair spilling down her back and soft green eyes and pale skin. She was as lovely as a fawn in the sunlight and Aelin turned sour. The complete opposite of Aelin who was all hard muscle and had a collection of brutal scars that his fingers would catch on if he ever touched her body.

It was ridiculous, to ever think that he might be interested in her at all. It made sense. Rowan had enough war and ruin in his life. He didn’t need to add her to it.

Not bothering to stay a moment longer, she turned on her heel leaving behind that she was going to go dance. She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head, his wind kissing against her arm as if asking her to come back but she ignored it.

It didn’t take long for her to loosen up anyway. The music catching her up in a tidal wave and sweeping her away. Moving almost automatically, Aelin closed her eyes and danced, oblivious to the rest of the people moving in tandem around her. Her fire sent sparks tumbling around her, flowing out of her fingertips as she danced, lighting up the sky like a thousand fireflies.

Each twist and turn of her body sent her back to the day when she danced for fun. The days when she wasn’t an assassin, no blood stained her hands, and she could pretend that maybe she would have grown up to be a dancer or a healer. Someone who brought joy into the world. Not someone who delivered it.

But she wasn’t. She was an assassin queen who had no one and nothing. Her world was filled with blood rain that drowned out the sounds of their lives leaving their bodies. Each set of eyes that were filled with terror would haunt her as she lived.

Aelin opened her eyes, blinking away the memories and trying to find Rowan in the crowd to steady her. But he was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the green-eyed brunette.

A pang shot through her like a physical hit. The potency knocking the breath from her, and she struggled to breath around it.

Ignoring it, she turned, finding a man with dark hair and blue eyes watching her. Handsome enough and completely opposite from Rowan.

Tossing him a sly smile she inclined her head in invitation, which the man eagerly accepted; his well-muscled body moving easily towards her. Strong hands wrapped around her waist and tugged her close, a charming smile dancing on his mouth.

Aelin ignored the way his hands didn’t feel right against her, how they were not quite as big, the callouses not quite as grounding. But he was warm and here and would dance with her so Aelin looped her hands around his neck and pulled him close, enjoying the feel of his body moving against her and for a long time in a while Aelin felt like she could breathe.

The songs went on and on and Aelin lost herself in the feel of him, even if when she felt wind pressing against her she ignored it, letting the tug of music carry her away. Feet flying the man whose name she never learned, flung her out in a dramatic sweep and she fully expected to get tugged right back in. But the hand never came back.

Strong arms banded around her waist, and before she could even react a hand clamped over her mouth and dragged her into the darkness. Reaching with her magic, fire sparked at her fingertips but were snuffed out just as quickly. No matter how much she struggled her fire didn’t rise to the surface, content to slumber as it was kissed by its equal.

In a blur of a movement, Aelin found herself slammed up against a tree, a hard body pressed against hers, her hands pinned above her head and for once in her life she found herself utterly unmatched.

Breathing hard, Aelin stared into pine green eyes, fury making them gleam with predatory intent as he kept her pinned to the tree, refusing to break his break.

Triumph flared through her when his eyes left her, but her breath caught as his strong hand came up to grip her jaw, his thumb tracing across her bottom lip.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Aelin could barely understand what Rowan said, a growl lacing his words and there was no stopping the full body shudder that wracked through her. She knew Rowan felt it, his entire body pressed flush against her letting him feel everything.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice came out breathy and high and she cursed herself for giving her wanting away.

Rowan didn’t seem convinced, simply raising a brow as he went back to examining her. He probably could have seen right through her even if she had been able to deliver her speech with all her usual bravado. “Oh? So you didn’t dance with that male just to tease me? You didn’t ignore me trying to get my attention so you could keep his hands on your body.”

“I figured you would be pretty busy with that female you were eyeing earlier.”

Rowan snarled, his hand slipping to her throat and pinning her harder, his face coming so close she could feel his breath on her lips and her heart stuttered. “I was watching you, you brat. I was fucking babysitting you to stop you from getting in trouble like you were about to do.”

“I still want to get in that trouble Rowan. You’re letting my fun get away.” Aelin snapped her own anger rising at his audacity. She would follow through with her word to challenge him, even as her body balked at the thought of leaving Rowan’s grip.

“No.”

“No?” Aelin snarled as low and primal as Rowan gave her. “No? You don’t tell me what to fucking do Rowan. I don’t give a shit who you are, or what orders you have from sweet Aunt Maeve, but I will do whatever the hell I want to.”

“No.” Rowan simply repeated, and Aelin thrashed at the answer. Rowan slammed his body harder against her leaving her no room to move even a fraction of an inch, his scent intoxicating filling her lungs with every breath. There was no kindness on his face as he repeated the simple word. His face lethal with rage, his dark tattoo drinking in the light, making him look like a dark god. “Maeve gave me orders to train and protect you. I have deemed that male a threat; therefore, I am upholding my orders by not letting you near him for the rest of the night.”

Aelin’s mouth popped open, shock flooding her system. “You have no right-”

“We’re leaving.” He said flatly, pulling away from her but leaving a firm grip on her bicep, no doubt seeing the chance that she would run.

“We are not leaving. I was having fun.” She snapped, her patience snapping.

“This isn’t up for negotiation Princess.”

Aelin took a deep breath, then another, then another, and when Rowan finally loosened his grip slightly, she launched at him. She had fully committed to the punch when she saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and Aelin had the very strong feeling that she had made a fatal mistake.

Moving with impossible speed, Rowan scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, the breath whooshing out of her in one heave as she slammed onto his shoulder. Stalking back through the woods, Rowan paid no heed to the curious stares tossed their way as he made his way back to the fortress. He had that ability. No one would dare stop Prince Rowan Whitethorn from doing anything unless they were willing to forfeit their lives in turn.

So, despite the string of curses falling from her mouth, Aelin found herself carried all the way back to what she could only assume was Rowan’s room.

Practically throwing her off his shoulder Rowan folded his arms and planted his feet and watched as she bounced on the bed. Scrambling off, rage filled her head and she saw red as she went for him. She might have been moving fast enough to get him, but Rowan didn’t move. Opening his arms, he grabbed her he flipped her around, so she was pinned with her back to his chest unable to move.

“I hate you.” She seethed even as her body melted against him.

“Someone needs to keep you safe, Princess.” Usually the nickname grated her nerves, but tonight, his voice was lower, his accent stronger than she had ever heard it and she found herself unwillingly falling to it.

“I can protect myself in case you have forgotten.”

“Then someone needs to teach you a lesson about recklessness.” Rowan’s breath tickled her ear making Aelin instinctively arch into him, her blood sparking at the threat.

Maybe it was that recklessness that made her do it. The same silver tongue that had gotten her into trouble for years before, doing it again. Or maybe it was the fact that she had been surrounded by him for weeks and his scent was stifling her lungs and every time she watched him moved she ached.

“And you’re that person?”

Rowan stilled behind her, and Aelin wasn’t sure he was breathing as she uttered the words. Until suddenly he disappeared from behind her, his warmth leaving. Twisting around, the rejection plummeted in her stomach, and she watched him walk through the door, no doubt leaving.

Shame burned her face and she suddenly wished she could snatch back her stupid words.

But Rowan didn’t leave. There were no other sounds in the room other than the deadbolt locking with a resounding thud that Aelin felt in her bones. Turning back to her, Aelin nearly collapsed with relief that he hadn’t left her.

“Strip.” Rowans voice was as unreadable as his stony face. Resuming his position, he folded his arms over his chest and watched her and Aelin was hit with the full unbridled attention of a centuries old warrior. “I will not ask again, Aelin.”

Her name on his lips sent a bolt of confidence through her and sent her moving. She wanted to hear it again. Near trembling, Aelin grabbed one of the little straps and slipped it down her shoulder, the other one following suit and soon her dress lay in a puddle at her feet, leaving completely bare before him.

Rowan’s pupils blew wide as he watched her, his nostrils flaring the only sign that he was affected by what she was doing. Stepping gracefully out, Aelin could feel the slickness between her thighs, and she knew Rowan could smell it.

“Do not move.” Each word booked no room for argument and Aelin appeased him for now, not wanting him to leave. She was acutely aware of how this was. Her completely naked for him, while he stood fully clothed ordering her around.

Removing his fur cloak and then his jacket, he very gently draped them over the back of a chair. Each movement completely controlled. Aelin’s mouth went dry. His white shirt had been tugged open, giving her a good view of his broad chest the same dark tattoos that swept down his face, peeking through. Swallowing became even more impossible when he began methodically rolling up his sleeves giving her a clear view of his strong forearms that flexed with each movement.

It was only after he had gathered himself did he look at her. And Aelin had no shame as he surveyed her body. Any ounce of shame had been washed away a long time ago.

“Are you actually going to do something or are you backing out?” Aelin smiled slightly causing Rowan’s eyes to spark at the challenge. But he didn’t fall to her games, instead it seemed he moved even slower as he made his way over.

Stopping in front of her Aelin’s heart thudded, nothing could prepare her for Rowan as he circled her like a hawk his hand drifting across her skin like a phantom wind. She lost track of time as he touched her so softly that she could hardly feel it, yet she was left panting and squirming desperate to have him closer.

As if moving beyond her command her hand slipped down to her aching core, coming within an inch of it before Rowan grabbed her hand tightly, and she whimpered at the denial. “Please Rowan.” She didn’t know what she was begging for, didn’t particularly care either she just needed something.

Rowan tsked softly and she could have sworn she heard him laugh slightly. Fucking sadist. “It’s time you learned some patience, Princess. Each time you whimper, and beg, I’m going to make you wait until you are fucking crying for me to touch you.” He growled in her ear his hand tightening over her wrist as his other buried in her hair and tugged. “I will not lay a single godsdamned finger on you until your pretty little face is streaked with tears and your ass has my belt marks all over it. Got it?” Aelin let out a pitiful whimper at the threat but nodded as best she could. That wasn’t good enough for Rowan, his hand tightening in her hair, “Got. It?” The threat was clear in his voice and Aelin barely managed a verbal reply before he was dragging her to the bed and bending her over to the side.

More exposed than she had ever been, Aelin could only brace herself as Rowan trailed a possessive hand over her back and down her spine, trailing over the curve of her ass and back up fisting into her hair.

“Are you listening to me, Aelin?” Rowan asked, the tops of his thighs pressing into the backs of hers and she suddenly found herself almost incapable of answering. But she managed out a “yes” and was immediately met with the soft reward of Rowan trailing a hand up and down her ribcage, igniting a fire beneath her skin. “Very good. Your safe word is Adarlan. Do you understand?”

Aelin nodded causing him to tighten his grip on her hair, and she gasped, “Yes, I understand. My safe word is Adarlan.”

“Good girl.”

Withdrawing again only slightly he captured both of her wrists and place them behind her back with an order to leave them there which she obeyed eagerly. The more she listened the quicker Rowan got to touching her.

The rattle of his belt startled her, and she tried to twist around to see what he was doing, the earlier threat coming to mind. But he didn’t spank her. Instead, he looped the belt around her wrists, securing it so she couldn’t move and leaving her completely at his mercy.

“How does this feel Aelin?” Rowan rumbled behind her, his broad hands returning to her ass and thighs, spreading her open until his wind kissed her. “I could do whatever I wanted to you right now, how does that feel?” Aelin wisely kept her mouth shut despite the words desperately trying to not have him carry out on making her cry. Another laugh sounded no doubt at her lack of silence. “I think this might be the most obedient you have ever been. So domestic.”

Aelin gritted her teeth so hard she thought they might crack, words threatening to burst forward but she forced herself to remain quiet. He was goading her into trying to talk. She wanted Rowan to touch her. That commanding confidence he possessed with every step he took turned on her. His fingers sure and steady, working her to where she needed.

“I think maybe I should just leave you here, dripping and waiting for someone to touch you. Do you think that would be punishment enough. Hmm?”

“No Gods! No. Please Rowan no.” The words burst out of her without warning. Panic setting in at the thought of leaving her like this, she truly would combust and die.

A stinging slap came down on her ass, making her jerk forward and an involuntary yelp coming out of her mouth. The burning pain was soothed almost immediately my Rowan’s hand kneading her flesh, changing the burn to something delicious.

“I thought I told you to stay quiet, Princess.” He purred, satisfaction rich in his tone. “Is that all it takes to get you begging? A few filthy words and suddenly you need my cock.”

Aelin groaned at the words, “If I went with the other guy at least the night might end with me coming.”

A serious of blows rained down on her, each swat harder than the last and she had no doubt she would have bruises tomorrow. But he didn’t stop at one this time. His palm connecting against her with brutal force until she was left crying and begging him to stop.

She was left slack on the edge of the bed when he stopped, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she gulped down cool air, no doubt curtesy of Rowan.

“Honestly Aelin. You would think you would not want to come with your fucking attitude.” Rowan mused as he gently massaged the pain away, his finger dipping lower and lower each sweep, leaving Aelin arching, trying to meet his hand.

Tossing him a weak glare over her shoulder as a last act of protest, she let her head drop to the bed, her hands still uselessly behind her. For once, Aelin finally figured that she might have bitten off more than she should chew.

“Good girl.” Rowan pressed a soft kiss to the bottom of her spine and surprise sparking through her at the compliment. “Look at you. Fucking magnificent.”

Her heart ached at the gentle praise, and she twisted her head to see him. Kneeling behind her Rowan met her eyes, his expression softer than she had ever seen on his face and it made her breath stop for a second. Frozen in time.

“Face forward, Aelin.” He murmured and Aelin mutely obeyed.

A barked curse came out of her as Rowan gave a broad sweep of his tongue against her clit, his laugh vibrating through her as he went back in again, his tongue making flat hard circles against her until she was grinding back against his face. Each stroke of his tongue sent her blazing, chasing higher and higher until she was seconds from coming apart.

But Rowan pulled away right before and Aelin thought that this might be how she died, not the assassins trying to kill her, or Maeve, or anyone else. But from Rowan who teased and pulled at her very being. The one who had given her friendship and kindness and was rewarded by having her pliant in his hands.

He was perhaps the only one she would allow this with. He was the only one she trusted enough to tie her up and have her completely open to him, her body, his to control.

But Rowan didn’t stay away very long, his tongue replaced by his fingers touching her just barely. “I told you, Princess, you don’t get to come until you cry for me.”

Aelin didn’t have anything to say, to overstimulated by touch to come up with anything coherent and witty.

He slid a long, thick finger inside of her and she moaned, not bothering to cover it up. She clenched around him as he eased in and out of her, adding a second one in at the third thrust and her thighs shook from the delicious stretch. He curled them over, and over again, oh so slowly until she began to beg again for him to go faster.

“You’re not being quite convincing enough, Princess.” Rowan admonished, ignoring her useless pleading as he slowly eased in a third finger. Full she was so fucking full, and finally tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Please, please Rowan, I can’t take it. I’m so fucking full.” A helpless sob slipped out of her mouth as she mindlessly rocked back against him.

“Finally.” Rowan mumbled and began working his fingers fast until she was shaking around him, and she thought he might stop. Might be so cruel to deny her and leave her crying just so he could watch her. But he kept going, his fingers moving so perfectly that Aelin had no choice but to splinter apart, her orgasm lashing through sending black sparks behind her eyes.

Aelin wasn’t aware of anything as it rocked through her, leaving her slumped over, the only thing supporting her was the bed and Rowan’s hands. Eventually the fog faded, and she found herself blinking slowly. Rowan was stroking her hair back from her face as he gently unlaced the belt from her wrists, rubbing out the indents the leather had left on her skin.

Sitting her up slowly, Rowan stroked a thumb along her cheek, and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead, murmuring soft words of praise that she greedily digested.

“Too much?” Rowan asked carefully, missing nothing as he checked her over.

“Oh, please. I was half worried you wouldn’t be able to do it.” Not true, her mind seemed to say, and Rowan read the silent words in her eyes, mirth dancing in his own.

“Seems like you haven’t had near enough orgasms to tame that tongue of yours.” Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips Aelin groaned still amazed after all these years the way Rowan could coax a response from her body.

“Never.” She grinned against him.

“Shame, since we won’t have any more time.”

Aelin pulled away; confusion etched in her brow. “And why is that.”

Rowan smirked at her, “Well since I’m going to have to kill Dorian for dancing with you like that, we are going to be at war soon.”

A bright laugh spilled out of her, “Says the one who couldn’t take his eyes off Lysandra.”

Rowan’s eyes softened, and Aelin marveled at it. This King who had been a hardened warrior when she had first met her, now a gentle and a fierce protector to their friends. “It’s nice seeing them so happy. It makes everything we went through worth it.”

Aelin looked down at their folded hands, before sending a cheeky smile at him. “Well, we better make up for lost time. Including the future war with Adarlan.”

Rowan’s eyes went feral with delight as he tossed her on the bed. His clothes quickly being tossed away, their worries forgotten along with them as they spent the rest of their night making up for lost time. After all, they did have forever.

#aelin week #aelinweek #Aelin #rowan #rowaelin

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yazthebookish · 2 years

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Happy Birthday to my favorite Firebreathing bitch queen 💚

#aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin week

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writtenonreceipts · 1 year

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Aelin Week Day Seven: Aelin and her fire, @rowaelinscourt

Just a small drabble for the last day of Aelin week. I meant for this to be something else, but here we are...not going to bother with my regular taglist.

Post Kingdom of Ash, no warnings apply.

The Flame of Terrasen

The mosaic was cracked beneath her feet. These carefully laid tiles with their carefully crafted colors, apparently, were unable to stand the test of time. Aelin frowned down at them.

Somewhere in her memories she could remember running across this very pattern. She'd been a child laughing and screaming as her father chased after her while playing together. It was only a flash of memory that hazed along the edges and was quickly turning to just a feeling--but it was there.

The Terrasen Palace had long been kept from her to the point that Aelin never thought she would be here again, that it would be hers, that she could be home.

But here she was.

She walked through the great hall as the sun drifted through the large stained glass windows that lined the walls. Their towering presence filled the hall with the dimming light of dusk. Blues, reds, purples, and the fading sun swirled together creating a secondary mosaic of sorts.

A deep sense of longing thrummed through Aelin as she walked through the hall. Her leather boots scraped against bits of rock, dust, and debris.

This was her home, chaos and all.

She came to a stop in the center of the hall where she stood just beneath a grand chandelier of crystal. Draped in cobwebs and dust, there were still a few remaining candles settled in their casts. For the most part, it was still intact. All it would take was a careful hand to tend to the crystals and cleaning cobwebs. All it would take was a snap of her fingers and those candles would illuminate what remained of the hall.

Closing her eyes, Aelin tilted her head back and listened.

Outside there were shouts and orders from her army as they began their cleaning processes. A few heavy footfalls moved through the halls outside. Beyond it all, she could still hear the silence.

It was subtle and small but it was there all the same.

She’d been searching for it for a while now and here it was.

Peace.

Aelin opened her eyes once more and snapped her fingers. Overhead, candles hissed to life and she could see the future burning bright before her.

#aelin galathynius #throne of glass #tog fic #minimal editing #drabble #aelin week

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rowaelinscourt · 2 years

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Aelin Week Masterlist

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announcement post

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May 1st: Beltane

May 2nd: Aelin and the magic of friendship

May 3rd: Aelin’s birthday!

May 4th: When Rowan is away

May 5th: Aelin and pregnancy

May 6th: Aelin as a child

May 7th: Rowan admiring Aelin

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you can find this masterlist linked in the bio of the @rowaelinscourt blog!

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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Territorial Buzzard

Aelin Week, Day 5: Aelin and pregnancy

Word count: 748

Warnings: language, wonky pregnancy hormones

Enjoy!!

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“BUZZAAAAAAAAARD!” Aelin’s half-yell, half-whine echoed down the hall, bringing Rowan down to their room in a few long strides.

“What is it, Fireheart?”

Aelin stood in the middle of the room, tears beginning to stream down her face, the jeans she was wearing open around her baby bump. “Can’t zip my pants,” she whimpered, angrily flicking tears off her cheek.

“Oh, love,” Rowan said softly, cupping her face in his hands, “are those the new jeans you just got?”

“No,” she sniffled, “they’re old but I love them and I want to wear them and I wore them only three weeks ago and they still fit!” Her voice breaking into a sob by the end of her sentence. “My belly’s grown so fucking much in three fucking weeks that I can’t fucking button these jeans!” she cried, frustrated and hormonal.

Rowan, not knowing how to respond, just wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. “Fireheart, you’re beautiful no matter what you wear, and your belly is just as beautiful. Especially since you’re carrying our daughter.”

Said daughter chose that moment to kick, the movement fluttering under Aelin’s hands where they rested on her bump.

“Yeah, mija, we’re talking about you,” Aelin mumbled, rubbing soft circles against where the baby had kicked. “You’ve been making Mama’s life hell these last six months, haven’t you?” Rowan chuckled a little behind her, his big hand linking with hers over her belly.

“How about we give Mama some rest for once, little one, yeah?”

The baby kicked again at the sound of her father’s voice, as if in agreement.

Aelin wiped tears from her face, her emotions calming. “Ro, can you grab me the other jeans?”

“Um...which ones, Ae?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking at the row of jeans in her closet.

She laughed, softly. “The maternity ones on the end, that pair with the green belly band.” He handed her the jeans, helping her out of the pair she’d been trying to put on. “Thanks, love.” She stepped into the new pair, sliding the band around her belly and loosing a soft sigh of relief as the material gave some extra support to the baby bump.

“You look gorgeous, Fireheart,” Rowan murmured.

She snorted. “My mascara is streaked, there are tear tracks on my face, and I look like every stereotype of a hormonal pregnant lady, buzzard.”

“You’re still gorgeous, though.” He kissed her bump.

Aelin’s eyes welled up again. “You can’t say those things like that,” she sniffled, “my emotions can’t handle it.”

“I only speak the truth,” he whispered, handing her a few tissues. She blew her nose, dried her tears, then went and cleaned up her streaked mascara. “There. Now I look human again.”

“The fucking nerve,” Rowan growled, closing the door behind them with more force than necessary.

“Ro, calm down,” Aelin admonished, wrapping her hands around his arm. “It was just some half-drunk douche.”

“Who was creeping on my pregnant wife!” Rowan all but snarled. “I mean, what kind of sick fuck even does that? Hits on an obviously taken woman?”

“Drunk ones,” Aelin scoffed. “Buzzard, I mean it. Calm down. Please.” She trailed a hand gingerly up and over his shoulder, across the tattooed side of his face. “You’re making me worried, and baby doesn’t like it when I’m worried.”

Her husband sighed heavily, his breath whooshing out as he leaned into her gentle touch. “I’m sorry, Aelin. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“I know,” she murmured. “You just can’t help it, you get territorial.” He grumbled something inaudible about it’s protective, not territorial. She snickered. “No, buzzard, you’re territorial. That’s not a bad thing--in fact, if we’re being honest, I get a little turned on every time you go into territorial mode.”

“Do you, now?” he asked, the scene at the grocery store fading from his mind.

“Indeed,” she smirked.

Just as Rowan's lips met hers, baby decided she was hungry, and Aelin’s stomach let loose a mighty rumble. He grinned against her lips, laughing softly.

“Okay, okay, calm down mija,” Aelin laughed. “Dad’s making us food right now, mi pequeñita.”

“I am,” Rowan agreed, caressing Aelin’s bump. “Seems I’ll soon have two hungry girls to feed, won’t I?” Baby girl kicked approvingly, her movements fluttering against her father’s hand.

Aelin’s eyes went silver yet again at the sight. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, biting back sobs of happiness.

Damn hormones.

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Aelin Week May 5th: Aelin and pregnancy

Again, not sure if it’s been too long to count for aelin week but here it is anyway :) just some headcanons to go with the moodboard:

Aelin gets grumpy all the time and takes to burning things up uncontrollably when she’s in a mood—which is all the time. Rowan has to follow her around constantly to put out fires

Because of how dangerous her mother’s pregnancy was, Aelin and Rowan worry constantly. He comforts her every time she gets scared and they spend their nights holding each other and breathing in the other’s scent

Lysandra makes sure Aelin doesn’t feel too stifled and takes her shopping all the time. They get lots of baby clothes, and also lots of lingerie that drives Rowan insane

Elide fusses almost as much as Rowan but pretends she just needs to travel to Orynth from Perranth every week to meet with her “book club”

Fenrys decides he’s going to read to the unborn baby every night. Aelin finds a grown male reading children’s books to her stomach all the time amusing but it annoys the heck out of Rowan, which was really Fenrys’ intention from the beginning

Aedion overhears Fenrys say he’s going to be the favorite uncle and yells at the male to back off because of course he is going to be number one. Little do either of them know the baby girl will decide she loves Lorcan the most

Lorcan pretends to be his usual grumpy self but is actually elated to hear about the pregnancy. He carves out a crib mobile of Terrasen stags for the baby and gives it to Aelin with a kiss on the cheek

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Rowaelin Tag List: @aelin-bitch-queen @autumnbabylon @charlizeed @evolving-dreamer @feysand-loml @flora-shadowshine @gracie-rosee @infernoqueen19 @julemmaes @leiawritesstories @lemonade-coolattas @live-the-fangirl-life @midsizewitch @morganofthewildfire @mybloodrunsblue @nehemikkele @realbookloverproblems @rhysandswingspan @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelinn @sexy-dumpster-fire @sleeping-and-books @story-scribbler @swankii-art-teacher @the-lonelybarricade @thenerdandfandoms @yesdreamblog

#aelinweek #aelin week #rowaelin #tog #moodboard #headcanon

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cloudywriter · 2 years

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the best kept secret

aelin week - may 2nd

prompt: aelin and the magic of friendship

where have i been? idk. xoxo

(cw: mild language)

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Most people would say they have no idea when their feelings for their best friend began to shift. Rowan, however, knew exactly when it happened.

It was two months into freshman year, October 2nd to be exact, and Aelin showed up at his doorstep - they were neighbors after all - all giddy with her cheeks flushed a bright cherry red. The hue made her blue eyes stand out like a stray highlighter mark against a crisp white page.

She told Rowan she finally had her first kiss. Sam Cortland had kissed Aelin goodbye after their outing to the pumpkin patch.

At first, Rowan thought the feeling that bloomed like a weed from the pit of his stomach was betrayal. Rowan and Aelin were supposed to do everything together and yet she had had her first kiss and he had not. He soon realized no, the emotion didn’t come from him feeling left behind it came from him wishing he had been Aelin’s first kiss. As soon as Rowan realized the ugly truth he pushed it down. He pushed it down, down deep hoping the feelings would eventually dissipate - that they were only a fluke, a rush of teenage hormones.

It had been four years since then and senior was coming to a close, yet those pesky emotions never subsided. He even had his first kiss with a girl named Remelle, a fault he was still unable to leave in the past. His feelings only grew as did the jealousy Rowan felt every time a new boy took interest in Aelin and she entertained their advances. Sam, Ilias, Nox, Dorian, Chaol, and even one of his own best friends, Fenrys.

Rowan had been in a foul mood for three days straight now and all because he overheard Aelin talking with Lysandra. A conversation where Lys pushed Aelin to tell her more details about this ‘guy’ she likes. Aelin hadn’t given up anything before Rowan had backed off and decided to eat lunch in the library rather than at the table with his friends.

Now, Rowan was in an even more foul mood as he sat at Aelin’s white desk staring at the crappy paper flowers she folded out of boredom one day and various pictures of them on her bulletin board while she lounged on her bed behind him still so blissfully unaware of his intense desire for her. They were studying for their upcoming AP Biology exam and Rowan was about to rip his eyes out to keep from staring at any more flashcards. Seriously, why were photosystem II and photosystem I labeled out of order?

As if she was reading his mind, Rowan hears Aelin slam her textbook shut behind him flopping back on her bed with a huff.

“If I look at this book anymore my brain will fall out and disintegrate,” she groaned, wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands.

“Are you suggesting you still have a brain to even do that?” Rowan hummed, swinging around in her desk chair to face her. Even dressed in sweatpants and an oversized ratty t-shirt Rowan really still thought she looked beautiful. She raised her arms above her head high enough that her shirt rode up exposing some midriff as she stretched. Rowan looked away focusing on a spot of chipped paint on the wall instead.

“So… I overheard you and Lys talking earlier,” Rowan trailed off suddenly cursing himself for even bringing it up. It would only hurt him more for her to talk about it but some self-destructive part of him wanted to know who.

When Rowan looked back at her he saw her eyebrow raised, urging him to go on.

“You like a guy?” Rowan coughed out. Aelin looked shocked before schooling her features back into neutrality. “I- what did you hear? Did Lys say something to you?” She stumbled over her words.

“No, no. I just overheard,” Rowan clarified.

“So, you were eavesdropping, Whitethorn?” She questioned.

“Maybe unintentionally,” he admitted and Aelin smirked before her face fell a little. “It’s no one though, Ro. Don’t worry about it. It’ll never be a thing.”

“Why not?” He pressed, his heart pounding uncomfortably against his ribs. Aelin’s gaze darted away from him and she began scratching at the side of her nail like he knew she did when she was nervous.

She shrugged a single shoulder weakly before bouncing off her bed. “I have to pee,” she declared in very usual Aelin fashion and walked straight into her bathroom shutting the door behind her.

Rowan sighed and leaned back in the chair allowing it to tilt back until it hit the wall. It connected with a clang, knocking the lacrosse stick he’d stuck against it earlier to the side. The stick slid down the wall stopping when it knocked into a bookshelf nailed to the wall with a thump. A book plunged on contact from the shelf landing at Rowan’s feet. He huffed, leaning forward again to replace the book.

It was a black composition notebook like the ones given out in science class with a worn cover. Its corners were beat up and bending inwards. Aelin Galathynius was written in neat penmanship on the front with a faded lipstick stain above it.

Rowan opened it a little expecting to find some doodles or even notes from an old science class but instead, the journal was full of pages of writing. Some were crammed with sprawling colorful script that looked rushed and loopy while other pages were filled with neat graphite paragraphs. As his eyes skimmed over the pages he realized quickly he was looking at a diary of some sort. Aelin’s diary.

Guilt rose to the surface.

She complained lamely of classes, of her parents' silly rules, of Chaol, and of her arguments with Aedion. Nothing worth much interest until his eyes snagged on his name. The guilt rose higher, banging at the door of his self-conscious but the urge to know was overwhelming and his eyes moved of their own accord.

I wish there was some way to tell Rowan I love him.

His stomach dropped so far he thought it would exit out of his body and splatter on the carpet below him.

The door from the bathroom opened with a creak and Rowan fumbled with the notebook desperately trying to make himself look as inconspicuous as possible.

It was too late. “Where did you get that?” Aelin demanded. Her eyes were sweeping and narrow, undoubtedly pissed.

“I- it fell from the shelf and I went to put it back but you know, well, I don’t know. I’m sorry, Aelin, so so sorry. I’m really fucking stupid,” Rowan’s words jumbled together.

“Did you read it?” She pressed as color rose to her cheeks and her expression grew hard. “I-,” he started, fumbling as he tried to process all the thoughts moving like a freight train in his head.

She loves him. She’s pissed. He read her intimate thoughts. He invaded her privacy. She loves him too.

“Rowan! Did you really fucking read it? Are you-”

“I love you too.”

“What?” She stopped her rant.

“I love you too,” he reiterated. He thought he felt his dinner climbing up his esophagus. He was ready to puke as the confession left his tongue and took flight.

“Rowan,” she breathed.

“It’s the truth, Aelin. It’s been the truth for years now.” Rowan continued.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Aelin asked, her voice lacking any malice.

“Because I’m really fucking stupid.”

She smiled and he smiled back.

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i’ll try to write more again idk. busy year :,)

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Aelin’s week - Day 1 - Beltane

Happy Beltane everyone.

Here we go with another wonderful event. I am not sure how many fic I will write but I am looking forward to read all of your works.

My Beltane celebrations are based on the modernised version they do in Edinburgh on Calton Hill. It’s an amazing festival and I love it. (https://beltane.org).

Hope you will love this short Rowaelin. (1.7K Words)

THE PROCESSION - GREEN MAN AND MAY QUEEN

REMNANTS OF WINTER

REMNANTS OF WINTER 2

SUNSET BATTLE

The photos in the links and the one used as banner are all mine. I took them myself at the fire festival in Edinburgh.

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YOUR MAY QUEEN

The sun was setting over the hill and Aelin wandered around the place watching all the people who, like her, had climbed to the top to celebrate Beltane. The ancient festival that would mark the beginning of the longer days of daylight. It meant rebirth, the land becoming fertile once again after the long winter months. And Orynth had very long ones but also had very long summer days and Aelin was looking forward to that. It was the first time she went to the festival which apparently had been a tradition that ran annually. Aelin had discovered the event when browsing something to do and this had piqued her interest. Beltane meant a new beginning, and she hoped it brought her the break she needed. After Chaol broke off the engagement she had been a mess for a while until she realised that it was not worth ruin her sanity for a man who had endlessly cheated on her. Good riddance. So she had taken time for herself and decided to explore new things. The fire festival was one of them.

Aelin walked slowly around the hill and took in the view of Orynth. It was a gorgeous clear night and the skyline was stunning. In the distance she spotted a few people with black coats and strange masks walking around and entertaining the revellers.

Aelin did a bit of reading and discovered that a procession led by the Green Man and the May Queen was supposed to crawl up to the top of the hill and it would start after sunset. They were meant to be followed by a variety of characters that would hinder or help them in their journey. Then a stage performance would signify their union and the beginning of the summer. The massive fire at the top of the hill would be lit and the celebrations would finally start. She was also looking forward to the part were people would jump the fires. It was a symbol of purification. All of it sounded amazing and wondered why she never did any of that.

An hour later, when the sun was set she finally spotted the torchlit parade peeking from the corner and the sound of the beating drums filling up the air. She took out her camera and started taking a few pictures. She felt alive all of a sudden, the beating of the drums resonating in her. Aelin moved closer to the barriers around the main bonfire and waited in the front row for the main event.

She felt someone beside her and when she turned her head she noticed a man. His face was lit with the soft tones of the fire torches and she was positive his hair was silver. What struck her was his content expression. The stranger leaned on the barrier at her side and looked at her “first timer?”

Aelin looked at him puzzled.

“You have the expression of wonder and amazement of someone who has never seen this.”

Aelin felt a retort coming but stopped “Yes, you got me.”

He smiled at her and she was positive he was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.

“The Green Man and the May Queen are leading the procession and at the front of the procession you have the Remnants of Winter causing trouble. They are the black cladded people you have seen walking around earlier on,” he told her pointing at what was happening in the distance “by the time they get here, they will become the reds. The reds are mischievous and they will both start dancing around the fire. They interact with the crowd and the dancing can become a bit… sensual.” A smirk appeared on his face “It’s Earth’s rebirth any way. And it’s also a holiday that is always good for blessing hand-fasting and couples in general.

She looked at him smiled back. That was super interesting and she admitted she knew nothing about Beltane. She remembered celebrating it when she was little but never thought about the meaning behind the holiday.

“Traditionally, all the fires in the community would be put off and only a special one called Tein-eigen would be lit,” and he pointed at the big spot where the main bonfire would happen. Aelin felt a shiver down her spine when he said the word in the old language. His voice changed and he became all of a sudden even sexier. She shook her head, she didn’t even know his name and was already fantasising about this stranger. Get a grip Aelin.

“Was that the old language?”

The man nodded “yes, my parents were speakers and taught it to me too. And they followed the old ways. I still respect the ancient festivals and I love to come to the fire festival,” he explained with a soft smile on his lips “it’s a modernised version but I love it.”

“I have never heard of this before yesterday. I needed a distraction for a night and this sounded like fun.”

The sounds of the drums intensified and Aelin saw the procession getting closer and her excitement grew. The man moved closer and started pointing out things to her. So close that she could smell his scent: pine and snow. He smelled of forest and winter “The May Queen is the personification of the energy of Earth, The Green man is the life that exists on Earth and they cannot exist without each other,”Aelin listened to him with interest “When the horned God, which is the winter aspect of the Green Man, sees the May Queen in her maiden form he realised that if he wants to be with the woman he loves he needs to undergo change,” he kept talking while they both followed the procession approaching “As they get closer to the hill he gets ready to undergo his transformation and give up his life to be with her. She gives him energy and life and he becomes the Green man to be with her.”

“And they lived happily ever after?”

The stranger chuckled “we get spring and summer, so yeah.”

The smile he gave her almost melted her on the spot.

Finally the performers reached the main staging area and Aelin watched the Remnants of Winter, transform as well and shed their black cloaks leaving men painted in red with horns on their heads joined by other men painted in white, dancing together signifying the union.

At the main point, the union of the May Queen and the Green Man, the large bonfire became alive. Spring was born. The night had ended. Aelin could feel the heat of the flames brushing her skin and she closed her eyes for a second to enjoy the feeling, to let the meaning of that night sink into her. Rebirth, a new beginning. When she reopened her eyes, the stranger was leaning against the barrier, enjoying the performers, reds and whites, dancing sensually around the big bonfire. Her hand tapping on the metal of the barrier at the rhythm of the drums. She wanted to dance too.

“Fancy jumping fires?”

At the question she turned her head to the man at her side “Don’t I get a name first? You know, I am not one to jump fires with strangers…”

He smiled “I am Rowan.”

Gods, even his name was perfect.

“I am Aelin.”

He bowed slightly and offered her his hand “Aelin, would you like to jump fires with me?”

With a hint of hesitation she took his hand, noticing the callouses on his palm. Together they walked to the area where smaller fires were lit for the revellers and they could see a lot of people waiting for their turn. Aelin was bouncing on her heels with impatience. She wanted to jump. The fire was calling to her.

When their turn came Rowan moved aside and let her go first. Aelin took a few steps backward and then a deep breath and then ran and when she reached the fire she jumped letting out a small cry of joy. She landed safely on the opposite and turned to see Rowan staring at her with a funny expression. That had felt amazing, to the point she wanted another go. She could still feel the heat of the fire brushing her skin as she jumped. She had no idea if it was the adrenaline or what, but in that instant she felt free, cleansed and ready for a new beginning. A new cycle, just like Earth.

Rowan eventually jumped too and he as well cried out in joy.

“This was awesome,” her voice thick with excitement.

“When I was little in my small village they would lit fires in the main square and we kids would spend the night jumping until exhausted. It always leaves me with an amazing feeling.”

Aelin closed her eyes “I hate that I never done this before.”

Rowan’s gaze drifted to the big bonfire lightning up the night sky “maybe it was not the time. Perhaps tonight was the night you were meant to do this and start your new cycle. Shed your black coat and be reborn.”

The meaning behind his words hit her hard. Yes, after Chaol had dumped her she had left Rifthold and went back to Orynth where she belonged. She got a job and started anew but had still felt stuck. Still,s somehow clung to the man who had broken her heart. But on that night something had snapped. Maybe it was just a temporary feeling, but in the instant she had jumped she felt the chain break, and free her.

Aelin shook her thoughts away when she felt Rowan’s hand twin with hers “Jump with me… together…”

Aelin’s heart raced. She had no idea how it was possible that this stranger had sparked so many emotions in her so quickly. A part of her compelled her to say no. she had just met him. But the other… the other wanted to say yes. Maybe it was a sign. So in the end accepted and squeezed his hand.

Hand in hand they walked back to the bonfires and queued once more. Once their turn came Rowan looked at her.

“Together then?” He asked.

“Together.”

His hand gripped hers tight as if he was never letting go of her and both jumped the fire. She landed unsteadily and his strong arms caught her. When she looked up, Aelin noticed his green eyes sparkling with joy and she thought that maybe on that night symbolising rebirth, fate had brought to her, her own Green Man.

And she… she could be his May Queen.

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