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[house-of-galathynius]

Overdrive

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Word Count: 650

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Welcome to my newest fic, Overdrive! I hope you’re ready for some friends to enemies to lovers mixed in with some F1 and a little bit of angst! 

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Aelin

“… In other sporting news; Rowan Whitethorn has secured the Formula One drivers championship this weekend. He went on to win the penultimate race, securing this win over rival Chaol Westfall. The new world champion was all smiles as he took the podium alongside his teammate Aedion Ashryver.”

The screen cut to a grinning Rowan. His eyes were bright as the reporter held a microphone to him and congratulated him before asking if he had any comments on his first championship win.

“Honestly, I couldn’t have done this without the fantastic support of my team and engineers and all the people back at the factory. This has been a dream of mine since I was five years old and I have so many people to thank for getting me here.”

“Any plans for big celebrations?”

Rowan laughed. “I’m sure we have something planned. First I need to get through the final race of the season.”

The reporter laughed too. “And will your wife be joining you in the celebrations?”

Rowan’s eyes dimmed slightly, but he still held onto that smile. “We’ll see. She’s a very busy woman.”

The reporter cut off and the screen went back to the anchor before moving on to the next bit of news.

Aelin sat there gripping the mug until her knuckles were white. Her mother quickly turned the TV off and came to Aelin and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“We should be happy for him.” Evalin said gently.

But Aelin couldn’t find it in herself to be happy for him. Not when her heart ached at the sight of him. At the smile on his face or the green eyes that she had once known so well. She couldn’t summon any generosity to feel proud of him… not when he had left her behind and moved on so swiftly.

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Rowan

The house had been empty when he’d returned. He’d been expecting it of course. But it still hurt him to come inside and feel the absence of Lyria and all of her things. There were no bright flowers on the console table by the door, nor any of her colourful jackets hung on the hooks. Her books that filled the shelves were packed away and all that was left were the bare bones of the house, and the little possessions Rowan had.

There was a note on the counter and he almost couldn’t find the courage to read it. He knew what it would say, anyway.

But still, he picked it up and opened it.

Rowan,

The removal company will be at the house on Tuesday to collect my things— it’s all in the spare room in boxes, you won’t need to do anything. I’ve left my keys on your desk and the papers you need to sign. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just sign them and it can be over.

I hope you don’t need to, but if you need to talk to me then please do it via the lawyers. I’m sorry it had to end this way, but I couldn’t do it any longer.

Congrats on your win, I hope it was worth it.

Lyria

Rowan crumpled the paper in his hands and tossed it as hard as he could across the kitchen. The paper barely made it halfway before falling pathetically to the floor.

He had done this all for her. And she had left him. She fucking walked away. Rowan was glad he had told his manager not to come by today because he could barely contain his rage and devastation. Rowan could barely think as he marched down to his home gym and ran until he could barely feel his legs and his lungs were burning.

There was nothing left inside him when he crawled into bed, and for the first time since he was nineteen years old, he cried.

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[rowanaelinn]

fluff prompt: rowaelin at the beach watching the sunset

The sun was beaming onto his already tanned skin, though he was protected by the ten layers of sunscreen his fiancé had been applying on his skin today.

They were sitting on a quiet part of the beach, somewhere where they could only faintly hear the voices and laugh from people down the crowded part of the beach.

Though the view was amazing, Rowan wasn’t focused on it at all. No, the sun-kissed woman laying between his legs, her bare back against his naked chest, had his entire attention in a grip. Her blonde hair was shinning with the last rays of sunshine, almost blinding him with their beauty.

Aelin’s eyes were looking far ahead of them, the sun disappearing slowly and reflecting onto the sea. Rowan couldn’t look away from her. Though it was at an awkward angle, but he wasn’t complaining. His fiancé was beautiful from every angle, no matter what she thought.

He wouldn’t tell her that, if only because he did want to live at least until his wedding day, but Aelin was not always right.

He leaned in to kiss her neck, the skin there still a little salty from when she swam into the sea earlier in the day. He had one protecting hand over her belly, barely swollen. Aelin was only four month along, and she was barely showing.

That had worried them, but their doctors were not as worried. It was normal, and their baby was perfectly healthy. So was their mother, and she was glowing.

Aelin sighed into the touch, her head falling to the side to let him more room to kiss. He chuckled against her skin, she was needy and greedy, just the way he loved her. She always wanted more of him, something he would never complain about.

"Are you not interested by the view?" she asked, her voice soft and silky. Alright, maybe he was the needy one who imagined tones in her voice.

"I am very interested in the view, why?"

She huffed a laugh, turning her head to catch his gaze, "You think I can’t feel you staring at me?"

He shrugged, "I am looking at the most perfect view in the world, I do not see the problem. Is there one, Fireheart?"

She blushed but hid it with a snort, "You’re such a flirt. You don’t need to charm me anymore, buzzard. I already agreed to marry you."

He rolled his eyes, an habit of hers he had caught on quickly. "That’s where you are wrong, baby. I will charm you every day for the rest of our life. Is that a problem for you?"

She pressed her lips together, keeping her smile for herself. Her gaze lowered for a second on his lips before she answered, "Absolutely not. Work your magic on me."

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[mmvalentine]

Pomegranate pt 6 | Feysand

Hades/ Persephone inspired AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Rhys has them dressed in a flicker of magic, pulling Illyrian leathers from a pocket realm, and then crouches on the floor listening intently to the minds beyond the door. Feyre braids her hair with deft fingers, and looks sombre.

Rhys thinks vaguely that an enemy invasion is not exactly the afterglow he had planned after their first time, but he supposes that is not the most pressing matter at hand.

Now he is picking up more familiar voices. His army is here, and he has never been so glad to hear them. He speaks to Feyre in a quick, low voice.

"Alright. I have five hundred soldiers on the ground and more coming. I'm going out to meet Cassian but I'll send Mor to come get you. She can winnow you to the Night Court."

But Feyre puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Rhys," she says. "These are my people. I'm not leaving them alone while they're being attacked." Rhys wants to argue but then her canines are lengthening and her fingers turn to talons, and he remembers the power of the High Lord of Spring.

"You're a shapeshifter," he realises, and then feels he should be less surprised.

Feyre's beast is both like and unlike Tamlin's. She has gold markings around her face but her fur is velvety black. She is muscled and powerful, but sleek and streamlined. Her eyes do not change at all. Rhys takes her in, and is only more sure than even that she is made for the Night Court.

Feyre speaks directly into his mind.

When it's all over, come find me, she says. And then she slips past him and out the door, tail flicking through the air.

Rhys thinks for a moment that her creature is very beautiful, and then a Hybern soldier lumbers through the door with a broadsword, and the battle is begun.

Rhys locates Cassian shortly afterward, and the general is efficient as he is ruthless. The two brothers stick together for the most part, and although they are not defending their own home, Rhys thinks that in the end, all wars feel the same.

Hybern's army is surprised as Tamlin's at the sudden arrival of the Night Court allies, but even so they manage to cut a devastating path through the Spring Court. Rhys does not see Feyre for hours, but he does run into her father.

"What are you doing here, whelp?" The High Lord snarls. He's brandishing a bloodied knife in each hand, and his hair is falling in face.

"I was expecting something with a more grateful flavour, but I suppose it's difficult for you to muster manners of any kind," Rhys replies, brushing dirt off his shoulder.

"You sent the Hybern bastards to prove a point, didn't you?"

"Oh you really have lost it, old man."

"Don't even think about taking Feyre," Tamlin says, ignoring the jibe. "I've sealed her door. She's not going anywhere, not this day."

Rhys pictures her feline form slinking off with fangs gleaming and her tail flicking through the air, and says nothing.

"Call off your dogs," Tamlin growls.

"We are here to help, you geriatric ass."

"Why?"

"Because if Hybern gets a foothold in Prythian, we're all at war."

"Fine," Tamlin barks. "But stay out of my way."

He stalks off, and Rhys hopes Feyre's beast finds him and eats him.

///

The battle is over by sunset.

It is not swift, and it is not easy. Despite Rhysand's reinforcements and the element of surprise, the Hybern armies are strong and great in number. Cassian and Azriel stand dirtied and bloodied, their heads bowed together as they discuss what implications this might have for the safety of Prythian at large.

But Rhys doesn't care. Not now. He is weary and covered in filth, and he wants to be home. He trudges up the cracked staircase and goes in search of Feyre.

When it's all over, come find me.

Rhys casts his mind out wide, and wishes they had made a more concrete plan.

Feyre? he sends out softly. He's never spoken into Feyre's mind before, and doesn't want to scare here.

Then a reply comes, drifting across like a scent.

Here. Rhys receives the image of a dark room with slate flooring. He follows the thread through the house, until he finds Feyre in her fae form, curled around the body of a stout female.

Rhys crouches down in front of them.

"Hello love," he says softly.

"There are so many dead, Rhys," Feyre says. She has blood under her fingernails and dirt on her face, except for where the tears have tracked through it.

"I know."

"He could have stopped this, he could have evacuated or prepared or something."

"I know."

Feyre begins to rock back and forth, clutching the dead fae closer to her. Rhys lets her. It is long moments before she looks up.

"It's over, isn't it?" she asks him.

"Yes. It's over."

"And Tamlin?"

"He's fine. The Night Court soldiers offered to help clean up but he declined, so we're on our way out now."

"We?"

"Yes. All of us." He holds his hand out. "It's time."

Feyre looks down at the female in her arms, and back up at Rhys.

"Take me," she whispers. Rhys lifts the fae away, placing her gently on the stones a little way away. Then he kneels in front of Feyre and wraps his arms around her, tucking her head under his chin while she hugs him back as tight as she can. A second later, he winnows.

////

Feyre spends three days in Rhys's bedroom.

Initially, he gives her her own room. When they arrive in the Night Court, he helps her clean off then puts her to bed, and strokes her hair while she lies there unable to cry. She falls asleep eventually, and Rhys thinks he might give her some privacy. He pads back to his own room, but when he turns around she's following him with a fist in her eye like a tired kitten.

And so Feyre sleeps next to Rhys. She does not eat much, and does not say much; there are many of her kin she is mourning. And despite her being captive in the Spring Court all her life, she is also mourning her home.

On the fourth day, the inner circle intervene.

They creep into the room and perch around the bed, where Rhys is sitting with his back against the headboard and Feyre's head in his lap.

"Hello," Mor says shyly. The corner of Rhys's mouth lifts, because Mor is never shy. "My name is Mor. This is Cassian, Azriel, and Amren."

Feyre's eyes track around the circle, but she doesn't say anything.

"I know you don't know us," Mor goes on. "But I think we know you, a little. And we really want to be your friends."

Mor shuffles a little further up the bed, and looks to Cassian. Cassian blinks and then startles forward, emptying a bag over the mattress. He clears his throat.

"Rhys told us you haven't eaten much," he said. "So ah, we've brought you some things we thought you might like."

Feyre sits up slowly. Rolling over the covers are what seem to be an array of fruits, although she doesn't recognise many. There are flowers too, and the ones she does know are edible.

"We'll give you some space now, if you like," Mor says. "We just wanted to introduce ourselves."

"No," Feyre says. Her voice is scratchy from not being used. "Stay."

Mor beams at that, and Rhys knows it's her most winning, most luminous smile. No one can deny Mor when she smiles like that.

"We're really glad you're here Feyre," she says.

The others shuffle closer too now, and when Feyre picks up a fruit and rolls it in her hands, Azriel carefully plucks it from her fingers and slices it open with a black blade from his hip.

"This is a pomegranate," he tells her, handing it back. "It's an autumn fruit."

Feyre pulls it apart in her lap. "It looks like rubies," she marvels.

Rhys picks up a couple of seeds that have fallen on the bed, and places them on her tongue. "Welcome to the night court," he says by her ear, and the juice bursts bright and sharp between her teeth.

****

Argh sorry I know that was a clunky chapter and I CANNOT write battle scenes, I normally wouldn't try but I had to get Feyre out of the spring court yet without being helpless. So, bear with me I'm going straight back to my comfort zone I just had to move the plot along 😬

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[house-of-galathynius]

Only You ~ Rowaelin

A Rowaelin fanfic, set if Aelin’s parents had lived and she had met Rowan under normal circumstances, and Erawan wasn’t a threat. Hope you enjoy!

It’s the final chapter! Thank you all soooo much for reading and your kind comments and messages. I know it’s been a long time since I started this with some very long breaks between chapters, but we got there in the end! I hope you’ll all stick around for a new fic 😊🥰

Epilogue Part Two 

Epilogue P.1 

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                                ~ Four Years and Five Months Later ~ 

Since becoming queen just over three years ago, she had quickly discovered her least favourite thing to do— which was sitting in the end-of-day briefs. Why they couldn’t update her on the goings on of the day the next morning was beyond her. She was usually tired and aching by the time she sat in the chair at the head of the table. 

Today was no different. Rowan was sat to her right and Aedion on her left, the rest of the table filled with various lords and officials who all wanted her attention.

By the time she was seated and comfortable in her chair the throbbing in had tripled and she felt bone-tired. Although she had to admit that it was an improvement from the last three days where she’d kept having to excuse herself to go to the bathroom to vomit. It was randomly triggered and in between the bouts of sickness, she would feel completely normal. 

She rubbed her temple and Rowan looked at her with a concerned expression. Are you okay?

She subtly nodded to him and tried to focus on what Ren was saying. She caught the gist of what he was explaining, but her head was getting worse and she could feel the rising bile in her throat.

“Excuse me.” She scraped the chair along the floor and didn’t make it to bathroom, instead emptying her stomach into the nearest bucket she found. Rowan had followed her and was rubbing circles on her back as she heaved again and then sat up wiping her mouth. 

“I think I need to go to bed.” 

“I’m getting a healer to look at you. I’ll fetch one and then finish this meeting.” He kissed her brow. “Go and get some rest.” 

Aelin traipsed to her rooms, not bothering to change as she fell onto her bed and settled down under the covers. It was the end of summer but it was still hot and her rooms felt sweltering as the sun shone into them and basked everything in that late summer glow. 

It wasn’t long before a healer entered her rooms. The young woman was not much older than Aelin herself. Her face was soft and she smiled tenderly at Aelin as she approached her. 

“Your majesty.” The healer curtsied. “I’m Sirona. I’m just going to inspect you, is that alright?” 

Aelin nodded and pulled the covers back and let Sirona come near. 

“How long have you been feeling unwell?” 

How long had it been? Maybe a week now, she supposed. She said it to Sirona and she merely nodded whilst she felt Aelin’s head for her temperature. 

“Have you changed your diet recently? Started exercising more? Or done anything that was out of the ordinary from your usual routine?” 

Aelin sat up. “Not that I can think of. I suppose I came off…” Aelin stared at Sirona. Then looked down at her stomach. 

“Your majesty?” 

Aelin rose from the bed and went to her mirror. Inspecting herself from all angles. Nothing was different than normal… She looked back to Sirona who was loitering by the bed. 

“I came off the tonic about six months ago.” She went back and perched on the edge of the bed. “Just before Yulemas. Rowan and I were thinking of starting a family and we thought it would be a nice Yulemas gift to be expecting… but I didn’t—“ She stared at Sirona who was watching her. “Do you think I could be?” 

Sirona motioned for Aelin to lie back down on the bed. She did as instructed and continued to feel around Aelin’s stomach, pushing down gently and then taking an instrument from her bag before holding it to Aelin’s stomach and listening into it. 

“I would say that it is very likely that you are indeed pregnant.” 

Aelin didn’t move. She felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“Your majesty?” 

She turned her gaze to Sirona. “How far along do you think I am?” 

Sirona packed away the instrument she had been using and took out some herbs and a small bowl and set up a spot on the desk. “From what I could feel the baby hasn’t developed significantly yet. I would say you are most likely six to eight weeks along.”

“And everything was okay? It felt okay?”

Sirona nodded. “Everything felt great. I’m aware of complications related to fae pregnancies. But rest assured we have the best healers in the country here and we will do everything to ensure a smooth pregnancy.” Sirona poured some of the dried herbs into the bowl and started crushing them, Aelin watched as she did so, one hand going to her still flat stomach. 

Sirona eventually came back over to Aelin and felt her head once more and muttered something to herself before speaking to Aelin. “Have you been pregnant before?” 

Aelin hesitated. “Twice. Once a few years ago. I lost the baby very soon after finding out I was pregnant. The second was last year. My mate scented the pregnancy. But before we could confirm it I unfortunately lost it a few days after.” She picked at some lint on her dress. “I trust that will be kept private.” 

“Of course, your majesty.” 

Aelin waited in silence, letting her mind drift to last spring. 

Rowan and Aelin were lounging on chairs on their balcony. The snow of winter had finally melted and the air was sweet and fresh, a warm breeze dancing around them as they bathed in the sun. 

Rowan was never good at relaxing so he was reading over some papers for a meeting the next day. Aelin on the other hand had a book in one hand and was sprawled over the chair, her legs hanging over one side. 

The two of them in the last few years had fallen into an easy routine. The first few months of being queen required some serious adjusting but she had got there in the end. 

Aelin was immersed in the book when Rowan abruptly sat up and dropped the papers in his hand. She lowered her book at the sound of him and watched Rowan who wasn’t looking at her, rather he had his eyes closed and was deeply focusing on something. 

“Everything okay?” She shifted in her seat to sit up straight. 

Rowan just shook his head and waved a hand at her to be quiet. She did as she was told and waited a few moments before Rowan opened his eyes and turned to her. 

“Someone is pregnant.” He shook his head again. “I can’t scent who, it’s so subtle. But there’s something there…” He looked to his right and then back to Aelin. 

“Is Elide expecting?” 

Aelin shrugged. “They’ve just had a baby. I doubt she would be expecting now. Also, her and Lorcan are in Perranth, if it was her you wouldn’t be able to scent it.” Aelin thought a moment. “It can’t be Lysandra, she’s so far along you would know it’s her scent.” 

“What about any of the staff?” 

Aelin laughed shakily. “I don’t know, Rowan. Does it matter?” 

He stilled. 

“What?” 

He turned to Aelin and studied her. “It’s…” he choked out a laugh. “It’s you, Aelin.”

She didn’t understand his words at first. “What’s me?” 

Rowan gave her an incredulous look. “It’s you who I can scent. You’re—“ he ran a hand through his hair and stood from his seat. “You’re pregnant.” 

His words didn’t sink in at first. There was no way she was pregnant… she was on the tonic, she had just had her monthly cycle. “That’s impossible.” 

Rowan was smiling wide. 

“I can’t be. I mean—“ she stood on shaky legs. “I’m pregnant?” 

It didn’t seem possible for Rowan to smile any wider, but he did. His eyes shining and she could hear his heart racing. 

“We’re having a baby.” 

Rowan’s words settled over her and she tried not to cry as she realised what it meant.

“Aelin?” 

She studied Rowan, his happy face, the excitement in his eyes. His evident delight at this news was good. He wasn’t upset, he was elated. Aelin smiled tentatively and a happy sob released from her and she ran into Rowan’s arms. 

“We’re having a baby.” She whispered into his neck. Tears were falling from her and she could scent Rowan’s own tears too. 

~ 

It was decided that they would wait a little longer before summoning a healer to confirm. She had not developed any symptoms yet and they selfishly wanted to bask in the excitement themselves for a while. 

It was only a week after their discovery on the balcony when Aelin had awoken from an afternoon nap with cramps. She chalked it up to not eating a full meal in the last couple of days, but there was a niggling thought in the back of her mind that it was something else. 

Rowan was in the city meeting with officials and he wouldn’t return for a few more hours. Instead of worrying anyone, she went to her washroom and ran a hot bath. She slipped in and tried to relax even as the cramping got worse and she was wincing in pain as she tried to crawl back into bed. 

She let tears of pain fall and she curled into a ball. Her mind was telling her it was nothing, just bad cramps that would disappear soon enough. But her heart knew what was really happening. She whispered into the empty room, begging for the Gods to stop it. 

“Please.” She cried quietly. 

By the time Rowan had returned she was curled on the sofa, her previous clothes and the bed sheets burned to ashes. Her cheeks tear stained and her heart aching. 

“Fireheart?” He ran to her, kneeling in front of her, his hands going to her face. He was full of concern and all she could do was look away and shake her head the tiniest amount. 

Rowan took a look around the room, noting the missing bed sheets, the smell of ash and the void where the scent of their baby once was. 

“Oh, Fireheart.” His voice cracked as he gathered her in his arms and cradled her as they both cried. He kissed her hair and held her tighter when her sobs turned harsh and she could barely breath. “I’m here, my love.” 

She didn’t remember him leaving to fetch new sheets. But eventually he picked her up and carried her to the bed, tucking her in tightly before he joined her, holding her close. 

She snapped out of her memory and looked back to Sirona who was patiently waiting. 

“Sorry.” She gave a small smile. “Lost in thought.” 

“I know it’s not an easy topic to talk about. But do you know how far along you were the previous times?” 

“I’m not sure. The first time I was no more than four weeks along. The second time we never had a healer check… but I would guess maybe around the same time. Maybe less.” She shrugged. 

Sirona smiled. “Well the good news is you’ve gotten further than before. Most losses happen within the first twelve weeks, so I would like to monitor you closely for the next four to six weeks.” 

Aelin’s eyes widened. 

“It’s nothing to worry about. I would just like to be safe due to your previous experiences. I’m also going to give you a tonic to take to help with the sickness.” 

Aelin hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps and she didn’t have time to have Sirona pack everything up before Rowan entered the room. He immediately came over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her hand. 

“Did you find out what’s wrong?” He turned to Sirona. “Is she okay?”

“I’m fine, Rowan.” 

He ignored her. “What are you giving her?” 

Aelin gave Sirona a look of apology. “Rowan, I will tell you what’s wrong if you let poor Sirona go back to the healers wing.” 

Rowan did as he was said with a huff. He watched Sirona as she packed up her things and left the tonic for Aelin on the desk. “I’ll come back in two or three days. If anything changes you should let us know.” 

Aelin nodded and waited for the door to close behind her before she turned to Rowan who was scowling at the tonic and then scowling at her. 

“Rowan. Everything is fine.” She smiled. “It’s good news.” 

He studied her a moment. Aelin let a hand fall to her stomach and Rowan’s gaze followed her movement. He didn’t do anything for a moment, before his eyes widened and he stood from the bed. 

She laughed with tears in her eyes. “For someone who has been alive for hundreds of years, you are quite slow to put things together.” 

Rowan was frozen in place. 

“Rowan? It’s good news,” she stood from the bed and took his hand in her own. “We’re having a baby.” 

Those words seemed to knock him out of the trance and he looked down at her. “They’re sure?” 

She nodded. “Sirona thinks between six and eight weeks along. She wants to keep an eye on me until I’m over twelve weeks, but she said everything feels and sounds perfectly healthy.” 

Rowan let out a laugh of relief. “Gods.” He gathered her in his arms. “A baby, Aelin. We’re going to be parents.” 

Aelin warmed at the words and she let the relief bubble out of her and she was laughing and crying in the arms of her mate as the news settled over them. 

                                   ~ Eight and Half Months Later ~ 

“You’re almost there, Aelin.” Rowan’s voice broke through her cries. “We’ll have our baby soon.” 

She tried to breathe through the searing pain. Focusing on that thought. She would soon have her child, she would have made it nine months. Nine months of odd cravings, of restless nights and unshakeable tiredness. 

“Aelin, just one more push.” 

She gripped Rowan’s hand and summoned her remaining strength. Rowan whispered his love to her as she pushed and cried out in pain. 

It felt like an eternity before her cries subsided and were replaced with the vicious cries of her baby. The sound filled the room and Rowan loosened his grip on her as he stared to where the healer held their child. She saw the tears form in his eyes and one roll down his cheek. She let out her own sob at the sight— a sob of relief. 

“Congratulations, your majesty. It’s a boy.” 

Rowan laughed and stood to oversee the healers clothe and check the baby. When he healer had wrapped their son into bundle she carefully placed him in Rowan’s arms. Aelin’s heart swelled at the sight of her mate holding their baby. Rowan was smiling against his tears and she didn’t think she would ever feel as full as she did at that moment. 

“Can I see him?” Her voice croaky. 

Rowan grinned and nodded, walking over with their son and then lowering him into Aelin’s waiting arms. 

She looked down at the bundle in her arms and grinned so wide she thought her cheeks would burst. She forgot the pain, the tiredness, the hunger… all she focused on was the little boy in her arms and the reassuring weight of Rowan’s arm around her. 

“He’s perfect.” She kissed her son’s forehead. “We have a son.” She smiled up at Rowan.

He grinned back at her left a kiss on her head, bending down to leave one on their sons as well. 

“I love you, Aelin. I will never let anything happen to either of you for as long as I am alive. I’ll protect the both of you forever.” He buried his face in her hair and sniffed. “Thank you. For giving me the greatest gift.” 

Aelin wished she could freeze this moment. This pure, all-consuming contentedness. Her mate by her side, her child in her arms. There would never be anything as beautiful as this moment. Everything single thing she had been through had led to this very point and she would be grateful for this gift the Gods had given her for the rest of her immortal life. 

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[rowanaelinn]

i challenge you to write something with no dialogue. go. :))

Although she couldn’t hear anything, Aelin’s mind was still assaulted from everywhere. Anxiety buzzing, feeling it in her finger tips and lips.

Navigating as a deaf person wasn’t easy. Not when she couldn’t rely on her ears to know when to cross the road, if anyone was speaking to her or even just for classes.

And yet, Aelin insisted on attending a regular high school. She didn’t know why, maybe it was because it was her only chance at catching any hint of normalcy.

Someone hit her with their bodies from her back, her body pushed to the floor. Anxiety faded away, replaced by anger.

Someone’s hands tried to help her stand, but she slapped them away. Turning around to see one of the boys on the football team. She didn’t know him, but his shirt was a pretty good hint.

You fucking idiot, she signed, anger pulsing in her veins.

She could read on lips, the only thing allowing her to attend classes in this high school with her friends. And the jackass, she refused to think of him as a good person for at least twenty minutes, tried to apologise.

Some deaf people could talk, but Aelin wasn’t one of them. Mute and deaf. That was what she was, and she didn’t have a problem with it. She liked herself that way.

He took a step in her direction, she took a step back. She wasn’t comfortable with people around her.

He kept trying to speak, and to walk into her direction, and Aelin could only sign, I’m deaf, you idiot. Stay away from me.

The jackass was pushed by a silver-haired guy, and Aelin couldn’t read on his lips with his back to hers. The conversation seemed pretty heated, people around staring.

Jackass looked at her before leaving, shaking his head on the way. Yeah, bye bye, asshole.

The silver-haired guy turned around, and Aelin was almost breathless when she saw his face. He was beautiful, his features sharp and yet soft at the same time, and his eyes…

She wanted to lose herself in these eyes.

I’m sorry, he signed, surprising the hell out of her. He can be stupid. Are you hurt?

Her mouth was slightly agape, and she swallowed back her surprise before asking, You know how to sign?

He smiled, I learned most of sign language a few months back.

Not a lot of people mastered this language, and the fact that this boy did just made her more and more attracted to him.

She blushed, I’m Aelin. Thank you for earlier.

I know. We have english together, he answered. I’m Rowan. Two seats behind you.

How had she never noticed him? That wasn’t fair. Rowan was a pretty name, not a common one.

Good to know for next class.

He smiled at her, still keeping his distance. I suppose it is.

She bit her lip and signed, See you in two days, Rowan.

She left, only winking at him. Next class would be fun.

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[blueandgoldoffice]

HII, so i am searching for a fic where Betty was at pop's with her friends and they were playing truth of dare, i think cheryl was the one who dared her to kiss jughead. he was at pop's with serpents too. i remember that everyone was surprised she did that because she was to "innocent" for everyone but she did it and then THEIR STORY STARTED

Hiya. I THINK you’re looking for this gem. I wish the author would come back and finish it because it’s WONDERFUL! Enjoy! 💛 Jandy

say my name by endlessdaydreaming (2/? - M)

Summary:  Everything in Betty Cooper’s life was unremarkably constant: Please her mother, envy her sister, pine over Archie, cheerleading with Veronica, write for the Blue and Gold with Kevin, and repeat — until Jughead Jones comes crashing back into her life, with leather jacket, crown beanie, dangerous smile and all.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #lost fic #jughead: serpent #betty: girl next door

[fybaekhyun]

171225 SBS Gayo Daejun © endless daydream | do not edit.

#era: pom #171225 #baekhyun #exo #p: fantaken #e: gayo #endlessdaydream

[apocalypsebutch]

i was tagged by @silverislander to make one of these guys!! thank u lee <3 

my albums are hayley kiyoko’s ‘this side of paradise,’ noah kahan’s ‘busyhead,’ mayday parade’s ‘sunnyland,’ and hozier!

i tag @skribbz @dragons-dyke and @endlessdaydream if u want to do it!! no pressure tho lmao

#about me #tag meme

[nccrom]

My friend @endlessdaydream told me that Persephone and Hades kisses and well... I kinda freaked out 😂

#lore olympus #lore olympus hades #spoilers #lore olympus persephone #persephades #persephone #hades and kore

[fandomlifeofsara]

Thanks for the tag @endlessdaydream <3

Rock, rap, pop and movie music. The best mix if you ask me! Though I couldn’t fit all my music here, there is so much more I like to listen to!

I’m going to tag @hopingisgreat and @yellowlikesunshine

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[shyvioletcat]

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” Rowaelin please

ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY 2

~ Collage Au ~

Bring this little au back from way back when. PART ONE HERE. Remember to check out @rowaelinscourt for more Rowaelin Month goodness.

~~~~~

Aelin preferred to do her washing at about 8pm in the evening on a Wednesday. It was slow during that time, it was after dinner and people were usually in their rooms doing other things, and mid week meant there wasn’t a mad rush for clean clothes for the weekend. While she waited for the washer and dryer to do their thing she allowed herself some recreational reading. A book that didn’t have to do with a single class, something she read for pure enjoyment.

She was just getting to the really juicy bit when the washing machine sang it’s little song and Aelin sighed as she slipped the bookmark in and closed the book. The sooner she got the clothes in the dryer the sooner she could get back to her book. Aelin started loading her wet washing into her laundry bag to take to the opposite wall of the room where the dryers were lined up. She was hauling out the last few pieces when she pulled out a sock that certainly didn’t belong to her.

It was dark green, but it wasn’t the colour that was unusual. It was the size. She suspected that if she tried it on it might just hit her knee. Whoever owned this must be a giant. Aelin was about to drop the item into the lost and found basket when she heard a voice behind her.

“Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

Aelin was already grinning when she turned around, she’d only met him the once but she remembered the sound of his voice and the smiles they had shared since their first run in. She had been correct in her assumption as she turned around and saw the Laundry Room guy standing there, looking amused and very pleased. The man was a giant, his feet needed to be big otherwise he’d be in risk of falling over.

“Rowan, right?” She asked, just to be polite. There was no way she’d be forgetting that name any time soon.

He pointed to her. “Aelin.”

“Guilty as charged,” she gave him her best smile. Maybe her book would have to wait a little bit longer.

~~~~~

Rowan couldn’t believe his luck. He was folding up his washing when he noticed one of his best socks missing and although he hated to do so, he walked all the way back down to the laundry to find it. Now he was presented with this serendipitous moment and he couldn’t be happier. All that the two of them had done was smile at each other since she had stumbled in on him handling her underwear, and now nearly the same thing had happened. At least Rowan got away with just a sock.

“Your feet are huge,” Aelin said, dropping his sock on top of her wet washing.

Rowan took a few steps forward, using his huge feet to get a little closer so they weren’t conversing across the length of the room. “I would say they’re proportional.”

“You know what they say about big feet,” she said, grinning to herself and gave him a wink. “Is everything proportional?”

Rowan choked as she cackled, carrying her bag of laundry to the dryer.

“I’m so sorry, that was awful. Please forgive me,” Aelin said as started loading in the wet clothes. “Really, so bad.”

Rowan just laughed, giving her what he hoped was a self assured shrug. “I gentleman never tells.”

Her laugh came out in a sudden burst, and Rowan’s heart did a thing he ignored for the moment. “Thank you for finding it funny and not reporting me to the RA.”

“Well, I might for you stealing my sock,” Rowan nodded to where it lay with her clothes.

“Oh, yeah.” She picked up the sock and threw it at him and he caught it easily. “Always a pleasure, Rowan. Enjoy your night.”

Rowan had wanted to stay, he really did. But he had a 500 word response to his weekly reading to upload before the night was out, and of course he hadn’t started. So instead he offered the stunning blonde a smile of his own.

“Until next time.”

~~~~~

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