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rowanaelinn · 2 years

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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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writtenonreceipts · 1 year

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Fly the Black Flag by @leiawritesstories

Pirates, mayhem, and passion.

A scoff from behind the two idiots. They turned to find another sailor leaning against a brick wall, a pipe hanging out of his mouth and a razor-sharp grin on his face.

“Nah,” this third sailor drawled, his grin growing. “She’s a pirate.”

~~created as part of my @rowaelinyulemasswap gift for leia!

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elentiyawhitethorn · 2 years

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WAIT HOLD UP I JUST NOTICED THAT THE ONE PICTURE ON THE CHEF ROWAN MOODBOARD HAS A PREGNANT LADY IN IT

are you hinting something.........

LOL okay I saw that photo and was like “oh! fits the dynamic! I’ll put it in the moodboard!” and then saw that and decided just to ignore it 😂 So either you can ignore it also… or… you could not ignore it 🤷‍♀️😁

#ask #leiawritesstories #i’m SORRY i just really liked the photo #it fit their dynamic #but idk you could take that as a prompt hehe

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live-the-fangirl-life · 2 years

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if rowaelin were real people in the real modern world, what do you think their careers would be?

Hmm, I like picturing Aelin in publishing, I also really like the fics that portray Rowan as a teacher or a firefighter. But if I had to pick I’d probably say Aelin could be a pianist with like a side gig teaching self defense classes. And Rowan would be a teacher - the kind that seems really tough and mean but ends up being everyone’s favorite.

Ask me anything!

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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year

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Look at Us Now - Masterlist

Aelin and Rowan don’t get along. Not at work, not when she gets pregnant, not when they have to co-parent their daughter.

However, when their four-year-old starts showing signs of distress because of their animosity, they need to work on their differences and figure out how to co-exist peacefully. Just enough to tolerate each other.

There’s no way they’d end up getting along too well… right?

General warnings: mental illness and NSFW

Main story finished but I’m continuing the fic with fluff

Dual timeline

A special thanks to @sassyhobbits for picking the fic’s name and @leiawritesstories for helping with the cover istg I can’t make a decision to save my life

Read on AO3

1. Wings are not concrete.

2. Terrible and small circunstances

3. Transform brightness, wings, cheers,

4. Into a labyrinth of meager resonance.

5. Love soliloquies are not eternal.

6. However, I rebuild my wings each day

7. However, I create love

8. Like children create happiness.

9. No matter the distance that stretches between us

10. No matter the mountains that stand between us

11. The same sky covers us

12. And the same earth connects our feet.

13. Beginning and end.

14. I love you absent.

15. Because absence is what makes the love that's sensed.

16. And if this burning is to be forever

17. I will die of love being born in me.

18. I've loved you so much and in such ways

19. As if the earth was a sky blazing fire.

20. So burn my whole chest with this haze

21. As if life were fledging and flying.

22. The words that become lava in your throat

23. It’s not torment.

24. It’s this hunger for you,

25. This unbounded love.

26. Where does this breath that excites me come from

27. To look at things with the eyes that create them?

28. Of love and fear and endless waiting.

29. And if I love you more than I should

30. I don't know what else to love on earth.

Bonus chapters in chronological order

Where Do We Stand?

Oneshot a year and a half before the main story starts

Chapter 3.5: Strip Away My Conscience

Chapter 11.5: Bonus Scene (RPOV)

Chapter 23.5: Maisie’s POV

Outtake: Easter

Other bonus content

My silly little playlist

Moodboard by @elentiyawhitethorn <33

SPOILER: Deep analysis of the “breakup”, and how Rowan’s mental health shapes his relationship with Aelin throughout LAUN.

I was freaking out a little on how to name the chapters, so I ended up translating myself and mixing two Hilda Hilst poems after I had the outline. I hope you like it!

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goddess-aelin · 15 days

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Blossoms and Begonias

Part 2 of Peonies and Poplars

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Words: 600

Warnings: Language, talk of smut

I used the prompt "Blossom" from @throneofglassmicrofics as a follow up to Peonies and Poplars, which I would highly recommend reading before this one. It's just a cute little addition that absolutely will have another part to it. I won't leave you guys hanging here...

It was two months to the day since the event Aelin had taken to calling the incident. If she was giving a longer description of the incident, she would have dubbed it the “very embarrassing and terribly mortifying time she met her favorite author and didn’t realize it was him and therefore fought over a copy of his newest book with the aforementioned author and made a complete fool of herself” incident. Yeah, she thought. Not her finest moment.

Of course, Peonies and Poplars was just as good, if not better than the author’s first two books. Aelin adored R.J. White’s writing, even if he was a giant ass. He was, wasn’t he? What kind of author would fight with a reader about a copy of their book, embarrassing them with their superior knowledge of said book since they created the damn thing, and proceeded to taunt her further by just giving her that same copy of the book, freshly autographed. Not to mention the number he had inked on the front page before giving it to her. What was this guy’s game plan?

Aelin still wondered at that question while sitting in a coffee shop down the street from the bookstore where it all went down. She had never ended up texting the number he had given, too nervous that it was some sick ruse. She’d been burned in the past and didn’t really feel like making even more of a fool of herself in an already embarrassing situation. There was, however, a little voice that always lingered in the back of her mind, asking her what if he was being sincere? Would he want to talk about the book? Did he give her his number out of pity or was he genuinely interested in her? Did he want friendship or something else?

These questions would never get answered, of course, because she had no plans to text that number. Nothing could change the fact that she fought with R.J. White over a book, his book. That was enough to deter her from ever wanting to reach out.

The coffee shop was bustling as Aelin sat at her table, drinking her caramel latte (with extra sugar, of course). She had gotten to the quaint little shop just in time to avoid the morning rush and had snagged a table and settled in with her book. And no, that book was not Peonies and Poplars, even if she had read that particular title thrice already. No, this one was a romance. Not fantasy, not historical, but straight-up, smutty, romantic goodness. Aelin, it turned out, was a master of reading smut in public. She could keep a straight face when there was dirty talk, casually swallow her drink when something kinky happened, and continue eating her bagel as if she wasn’t reading about the main character getting dicked-down within an inch of her life.

And because of those things, she didn’t think twice when someone sat down at her table, knowing it was a busy morning and the person probably had nowhere else to sit. Yet when she glanced a look to her side, there were at least two empty tables to her left. Furrowing her brow, she moved her eyes from the empty tables to the dark brown coat of the person invading her space. And once her eyes met the green of the person who held the pair across from her, she couldn’t help but think “shit.” Because R.J. White himself was sitting across from her with a devilish smirk on his too-beautiful face. Shit, her mind repeated. She was in such deep, unending shit.

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aelinschild · 2 months

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Paradigm; side by side

˙✧˖ March 3rd: Curtain

Main Masterlist | Paradigm; side by side Masterlist |

SYNOPSIS: Sick with knowing. Dying from chance. WORDCOUNT: 636 WARNINGS: Horny Rowan?

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics 2024 March Prompts. Go check out the other works over there!

He didn't notice the silence until it changed.

Until the sheer curtains whispered to him, swaying in anothers trail. The clicking of door notches, the echo of unpacking, the murmur of a body. For years, it had been him. Reigning sovereign over noise; existing from his will. There were stretches of time where he had forgotten how to speak – that he could speak. More than his mind, a language conceived out of convenience, he would listen to the noise around him until it became him.

Aelin – the roommate – was more for sanity than any extra cash flow.

But, it had been like a sunburn, when he opened that door. Prepared for the strange woman to move in, coaching himself into passivity. He had shaved. Appearing less formidable, softening edges and combing over cracks. The noise made from his pacing through the small space, fiddling with decorations, pulling back the curtains again and again.

The seconds slipped away like sand through ruddy fingers. Nearly ripping the door off its hinges in haste, opening it to firelight made human. It had soaked the oxygen straight from his lungs, reaching deep into him for more.

Rowan knew what it was like to drown, and he would trade it for burning if he had the chance.

Her eyes – gold, gold, gold – had stuttered over him, widening. When they fell down his frame, he had drawn constellations through the freckles on her face. Cygnus, like a cross over the bridge of her nose. A part of the universe.

He had recovered, had pushed past the blockage in his throat, choked on awe. In a slow gesture, welcoming her in. She had asked for him, had asked as if he was not nearly at his knees in prayer, and he spoke to her again. I am Rowan. Like a declaration, but moreso a surrender.

When night had fallen, hours after she had retreated to her space in his home, his mind was fractured. Nerves frayed and spilt, body lined with enough tension to shatter. All that he could think of was her. It was perverse; ghastly and vile. But his shirt smelt like lemon verbena and crackling embers, simply by proximity.

He had shucked it off, shoving it as deep as he could in the antique chest of drawers in the corner of the bedroom. Frantically opening windows, hands heavy with strength; lithe with intention. The overnight bag had faced the brunt of whatever ran through his veins, burning and burning.

By dawn, the smattering of hair across his jaw had inched its way out. The world sang a tune different than what he bore witness to most mornings, he was spun off-axis. By a woman he had barely spoken to. All night he lay awake, straining to hear the lightest of sounds. Trapped in forlorn fantasy that promised an ending so painful it would border on pleasure.

He had nearly pulled his hair from the roots trying to write his note. I'm going away for a day, sorry. I'm needed elsewhere, I'll be back soon. How are you liking the house – it's all yours while I'm away.

When he heard her bed creak, innocent and immemorable, he had left. Straight through the back doors, down to the pier, out onto Ferus. He had half a mind to grab the overnight bag and his journal before untying the boat and preparing to tack. Racing out into the sea, surrounded by a heady fog that resembled the unease in his head. Alone again, but the silence was different now. Now it rushed over him, pulling him down into what would muffle infinity. No longer an afterthought.

Rowan was plagued. Sick with knowing. Dying from chance. Leaving calcified footprints over a space once created for him, by him, evaporated under sunlight, noticed by constellations.

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tomtenadia · 4 months

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Our solstice miracle

@leiawritesstories helooooo I am your secret Santa. Here I am with your present. Turns out that watching the NHL (the game between the Dallas Stars and Nashville predators was live and I had in it the background - neither of them are the team I support but the sound of hockey was perfect for writing) was all I needed. Not a huge story and definitely not a masterpiece but I hope the fluff will give you fuzzy feelings.

It's a Rowaelin as parents, we have Maya being her usual adorable self, lots of cuteness and a very small hint of smut at the very far end.

Merry Christmas and also thanks to @rowaelinscourtfor organising this event.

Aelin loved the solstice. Loved winter and snow. The whole season made her giddy and Terrasen was big on winter since the snow was a permanent feature of the land.

But that year the celebrations had been a little subdued.

Her husband Rowan had gone to work for a month across the sea. He was an aircraft engineer working in the R&D department for a company manufacturing airplanes. He was quite renowned in his field and they had asked for him specifically. He was meant to be back already but the airport in the country he was at the moment, had shut down due to heavy snowstorms.

Aelin had cursed them and complained that they needed to be ready for all sorts of weathers and do not stop her husband from coming home and enjoy the holidays with his family.

She and Maya, their six years old daughter, had called him that morning to wish him a good holiday and Rowan had joked that he was going to suggest an upgrade in planes to be more resilient in heavy snow.

“Mama, can we skate?”

They lived outside Orynth in a huge chalet style house with nature around them and, to their delight, a lake behind the house. Such lake usually froze over around the beginning of November until usually the end of March.

Aelin smiled, the lake had a lot of memories for her and Rowan. He had taught her to skate when they were young and he was a hotshot hockey player at uni. They had their first date on a bench on its banks. He proposed while they lay on the ice and admired the northern lights painting the sky with colours. She had announced him she was pregnant with Maya on a summer day during a walk.

She sighed “yes, baby we can go and skate before it gets dark.”

Maya squealed in delight and ran to her bedroom to grab her skates.

When she came back she had her backpack on her and a pair of small skates in her hands.

Rowan still played hockey in the local amateurs club and loved the more relaxed attitude.

He had the skills to go pro but he was more concentrated on finishing his degree with flying colours and get a good job so, although he had been the captain and he led his team to numerous victories he had no interest of playing hockey professionally. When then he met Aelin, the fiery med student who loved to figure skate occasionally, he knew his heart had been stolen. They fought when they had to share the ice, until they started practicing together.

They both had very demanding degrees but together they faced all the adversities and the stressful exam sessions. They even survived the four months that Rowan spent away for a prestigious work experience after graduation.

Seven years of marriage and this separation of a mere month was taking a toll on her. It was the first solstice apart and she was definitely not a fan.

“Why are you taking elf?”

“Because he wants to see the lake.”

Aelin kneeled near her daughter “Maya, leave elf home, you don’t want risk losing him, do you?”

“No mama.” The little girl removed the toy from the bag and placed him on the sofa telling him that she would be back soon.

Maya loved that stuffed elf. Rowan’s mum had gifted it to her when she was one and they had been inseparable.

“I am ready.”

Aelin got ready and made sure her daughter was all wrapped up.

“Do you want to take your stick?”

Maya had of course grown up surrounded by hockey. It was a religion in Terrasen and with her grandad being a famous THL player and her dad a keen player, it was bound to happen that she’d be obsessed too. She had just started her basic hockey lessons and going to games was a family tradition. Having Aelin’s father as a living legend it was enough to grant them great seats most of the home games and a lot of meet and greet with players.

“Yes mama, I need to practice and show dad I am good.”

Aelin smiled and grabbed the equipment and then left the house and headed to the lake.

The scene in front of them was stunning. The sky was a stunning deep blue and the air was crispy with temperatures at a mild -2C. Well, mild for Orynth standards.

At the bench Aelin sat her daughter down and helped her changing into her skates. Maya was still learning to tie her shoes so Aelin did it for her “now, wait for mum to change too and we are going, okay?”

“Mama, will you dance for me?”

Aelin smiled. Once, during a family outing Rowan had pushed Aelin to show their daughter some of her skills. It took some convincing but Aelin managed to re enact some of her routines. She had been in the figure skating team at uni but never had the time to take it seriously. Med school did not agree with extracurriculars. She loved skating and with time it had become a way to relax after a stressful day.

Together they reached the middle of the lake and Maya sat down on the ice, her heavy snow trousers keeping her warm and dry.

While keeping an eye on Maya Aelin did a loop while gathering speed. She pulled up her leg and spun quickly, listening to Maya giggle and cheer her on and when she was sure she had enough speed Aelin moved her body in position and executed a toe loop jump. A big smile painted on her face as she landed and with that boost of confidence she did another loop gathering momentum for a Salchow.

Maya whooped in the background and Aelin skated back to her daughter “did you like that?”

“Yes mama, you are so pretty.”

Aelin never really learned the other more complicated jumps. She could land a decent Lutz but never had the time to learn something like an Axel. She knew the theory but never tried it.

Maya got up “mama, me too.”

Aelin laughed and took time to show Maya what to do. While her daughter was busy trying to jump, Aelin snapped a few pictures of her and sent them to Rowan We are at the lake and we miss you deeply. It’s not the same without you.

His answer came very quickly I miss you madly too. The hotel offers very little in terms of entertainment and people here cannot deal with the snow.

Aelin sighed and started at the background of her phone where she had a picture of Rowan and Maya.

“Come on muffin, play with mum.”

Aelin extracted a puck from her backpack and collected her stick from the ice. Maya got ready too and as soon as the black disc was on the ice, Maya sprung forward and grabbed it.

Aelin was speechless. Maya had definitely inherited her father’s skills on the ice.

“Mama look.” She skated away and pretended to score in an imaginary net. Aelin burst out laughing and move forward towards her daughter and then stole the puck “it’s mine.”

Maya groaned in a way that sounded a lot like her father when he was frustrated and started give chase to her mother.

Not long after, both girls were splayed on the ice laughing while Aelin kissed her daughter on her rosey cheeks.

“Fine, munchkin, you are a better skater.”

“Can I tell dad?”

“Of course, my love.”

The sun had started to fall at the horizon and Aelin was about to tell Maya it was time to go home, when a tall figure appeared at the edge of the woods.

She would recognise that silhouette everywhere. But it was not possible. Rowan was far away, stuck in a foreign land away from them. He had texted her a few hours ago. Surely she was dreaming.

He stopped to change into his skates and then moved towards them.

“Dada.” Maya screamed and put all her strength into skating to her father.

Rowan met her halfway and lifted the girl in his arms “dada, you are back.”

“Yes, my love, I really could not stay away anymore from you and your mum.”

“Did you miss me?“ her face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

Rowan’s gaze found his wife’s and smiled “I did. So very much.”

Aelin moved closer and a sob erupted from her lips and once she was in his arms she melted against him, inhaling his scent of pine and snow that always made her feel at home.

For a time that seemed endless they remained like that, Rowan with his arm around Aelin’s waist and Maya sandwiched in-between her parents.

“Ro, not that I am complaining but how?”

He chuckled “one of the guys stuck with us is ex airforce. He got tired of being away from his family so, with the help of the big boss of the company we managed to get a private jet organised and have clearance. He flew us home safely. The storm had abated, it was just the airport which was in bad condition.”

“Well, we need to buy a few drinks to this colleague.”

Rowan laughed and deposited a kiss on Maya’s head “I guess I just have to beg your dad for a few extra VIP hockey tickets.”

Aelin kissed her husband “all you want, hotshot.”

“Dada, will you play with me?”

Rowan placed his daughter on the ice and grabbed the stick Aelin passed him “come on muffin, show me what you have got.”

Aelin moved to the bench and changed back in her shoes while admiring father and daughter play.

Later on that night, after Maya was cozy in her bed and asleep after an intensive round of storytelling from her dad, Rowan joined his wife in bed.

Aelin placed the book on the nightstand “how many?”

“Five stories.”

“She missed you, Ro.”

Aelin pulled her husband closer “She is not the only one,” he added while snuggling closer.

His lips found her and devoured her mouth in an hungry and avid kiss “next time, we are meeting here and we’ll teach them something about winter flying.”

Aelin chuckled as her hand sneaked into his boxers “now, dear husband, show me just how much you missed your wife.”

Rowan growled as he pulled the t-shirt off her and his mouth closed to a hard nipple.

“Ro?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Maybe tonight we can work on making Maya a big sister?”

His head lifted and his green eyes lit up in joy and the statement “oh well then, you know I love a good challenge.”

“Then get to work, old man.”

Rowan laughed and caged his wife in his arms.

After a month away, being back with his family was all the solstice miracle he needed.

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rowaelinscourt · 4 months

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Masterlist for the Rowaelin Secret Santa Gifts! Thank-you everyone who participated and everyone who has shown love to these fabulous creators! This fandom wouldn't be the same without each and everyone of you <3

Season of Forgiveness by @aelinschild

Mistletinder by @backtobl4ck

Feels Like Home by @goddess-aelin

The Universal Rules of Mistletoe by @leiawritesstories

Rowaelin Dancing (art) by @sahana-draws

sleep in heavenly peace (art) by @sassyhobbits

In From the Snow by @shyvioletcat

Our Solstice Miracle by @tomtenadia

Until the Dust Settles by @writtenonreceipts

>>let us know if a link doesn't work!<<

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justreadertings · 1 year

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“Promise”

Ok so I was writing Sweet Understanding but I cannot stand Rowaelin seperation so I NEEDED to write this. I think I reread it once? So if it’s iffy that’s why. Beisdes this is more the “I’m zoning out in class and want to think of a Rowaelin hurt/comfort situation” typa thing. This is also my way of saying maybe? another Sweet Understanding chapter this weeked? I think! I’m making progress! Ok I’ll stop rambling, here a canon Rowaelin oneshot for ya- Magee

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TW: nightmares, PTSD, slight mention of blood.

Aelin bolted up from bed. Darkness caked their room, but her shaking hands could not light the candles next to their bed. Rowan was immediately up next to her, his reflexes quick as a cat. Light festered in instantly, the matches already discarded by their bedside table, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

Sweat poured down her face, and she kicked the blankets away as she tried to breathe. Rowan grabbed one of her hands, and placed it on his solid, steady heart. It helped her, even if exhaustion was starting to play tricks with her mind. She could still taste the blood in her mouth, still felt dirty with it.

Her fingernails dug into Rowan’s forearm. “Get him out of here,” she gritted, eyes shut tight.

“Who, Fireheart?” he asked her, voice level. When she felt entirely herself, she would have taken time to appreciate her stony warrior, not fazed by her insanity. But she felt too far from herself. Too out of it. And she could literally smell him from across their bedroom. How did he even get in here?

Nausea crept up in her. “Rowan, get him out of here.”

“No one is here but me and you.”

Tears clouded her vision. “No, Rowan. He’s here. I need-” her voice faulted. She didn’t feel angry anymore, she was just… scared. And she hated being scared but gods, she couldn’t do it again. She couldn’t go through it all again. She wasn’t strong enough. Aelin began crying in earnest. “Rowan, I can't do it. Please get him out of here.”

Her mate’s hands rubbed soothing circles on her back, and she wished she could sink into the comfort of it. “Who is here, Aelin? Tell me and I’ll get rid of him.”

She shook her head, frantically. It was like her past and her present weren’t catching up to her, like she woke up but not quite right. “Cairn,” she told him. “I can smell him- I- I can feel him.” Aelin gagged at the scent clogging up her nose before it was replaced by the intense smell of her mate’s rage.

It was enough to pull her to open her eyes. She stared at him for a moment, chest still heaving. Aelin placed a hand over her mouth before a wash of calm and exhaustion spread over her. Tears fell from her eyes. The world came back into focus.

“Rowan,” she sighed, leaning to rest her forehead on his shoulder.

Rowan’s fingers drifted through her hair, giving her both the comfort she craved and the space to think.

“I could have sworn he was at the foot of our bed,” she finally whispered.

His fingers worked her tense neck. “I know, Fireheart.”

Pure exhaustion weighed on her. “I’m so tired,” she told him.

“I know,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her cheek. Her neck. Even if she was damp with sweat.

“I hate him,” she gritted. “I hate that I can even conjure his face. I hate that he has that power.”

Rowan spoke against her forehead. “He’s long gone. Far from this world. Rotting in a hell somewhere.”

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. Rowan laid back on their pillows, and she crawled onto him, resting her head over his beating heart. Aelin intertwined their legs, not knowing where she stopped and he began.

“Do you think there'll ever be a night where we’ll just… sleep?” She asked him, breath ghosting his chest.

Rowan continued to stroke her hair, his other hand banded around her middle. “One day, Fireheart.”

Aelin’s eyes fluttered closed. “Promise?”

The last thing she heard before falling back to sleep was her mate’s soft voice, her comfort in her worst moments. “I promise.”

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who is he? - twelve days of rowaelin '22.

ao3 || masterlist || twelve days of rowaelin ‘22 masterlist

prompt: fake dating because ex will be there.

word count: 1118

trigger warnings: language, sexual themes

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“Elide, no. Please. Don’t—don’t make me go over there. I will embarrass myself, truly. Don’t make me do this, I’m begging you, one spoilt rich girl with a secretly traumatic past to another spoilt rich girl with a secretly traumatic past. Don’t. Make. Me. Do. This.” Aelin tried to turn, but both of Elide’s—admittedly small, and yet so super strong—hands were pushing her forwards. Not allowing her to turn, nor twist.

It was rather annoying given the nine-inch height difference between the two of them. But maybe their weights were more evenly matched—or maybe Elide’s was higher, due to those big ol’ tits of hers.

“Alright, so if you’re such a coward that you can’t go up to the hot man, whom you’ve been staring at for half an hour, we need to come up with a plan of action. By the way, I want full credit at your wedding for getting the two of you together.” Elide’s smile was wicked and cunning, and she put her index finger and thumb on her chin, and stroked like she had a beard, and some crazy science machine.

“I don’t know, Elide, don’t think that if I knew, I’d be over there scoring myself a Christmas-tree-farming husband, who’s tall enough to put the star on my tree without a ladder.” Elide’s eyes sparkle, and Aelin does damage control, “And that was not an innuendo nor a metaphor for him being able to find my clit, or g-spot, without a how-to. Get your mind out of the gutter, Lochan.”

A fake gasp from her best friend, and then an evil laugh. Aelin truly did consider the likelihood that her best friend was the wicked witch of the west. She decided not, but Elide interrupted her thoughts with a shriek (again, with or not?) and a hand wrapped around her bicep. “I know how you’re going to get with him.”

“Oh, do you now. Let’s hear it, then.”

“He’s gonna be our fake boyfriend to the party that Dorian’s hosting for Christmas eve. It’ll be perfect. You’ll tell him that Dorian’s your ex, and you’ve told him you have a new boyfriend, for the party and therefore you need a fake boyfriend. Christmas Tree Man is perfect for the job because he’s independent, tall, and muscular. Whilst Dorian, who’s your fake ex-boyfriend, is short, lanky and still on his father’s tit. And insecure about it. Christmas Tree Man will make him jealous, and you want that because he hurt you.”

“Let me get this straight: he’s going to be my fake boyfriend, to a party hosted by one of my best friends who is going to be my fake ex-boyfriend, who I’ve fake-told I’ve got a new boyfriend, because he is the epitome of everything my ex is not, and that’s a sore spot for him. Which means my presence with Christmas Tree Man will hurt and offend him, which I want to do because my fake ex-boyfriend hurt me, and I now want to hurt him.”

“Yeah, wow. You’ve caught on quickly. So, down this,” she said pushing a recyclable cup of mulled wine towards Aelin, “for liquid courage and go get your man.”

“Elide I was fucking pulling your leg. I am not going up to some man who I find attractive and lying to him about relationships I’ve never had, and then cornering him into being my fake boyfriend. I refuse. That is, just so wrong on so many levels. If I can’t gather the courage to go up to him, and ask him out for drinks like a normal person, maybe I shouldn’t be going with him.”

Elide’s face crumbled, like a high school note they had passed, and she pouted. “Aelin, you’ve not taken your eyes off that man for a second—not even during this conversation. You need to go up to him, ride the horse, and go! We’ll put aside this whole lying thing, just be honest and tell him that he’s the most attractive guy you’ve seen in years, and that you’d like to go out to dinner or drinks or party with him.”

Aelin shook her head but was secretly considering it.

“Aelin, if not for you, do it for me. I’ve found that tall men group together. So, he will likely have a tall friend whose size will directly correlate to his size. If you know what I mean.” She winks, and Aelin had to laugh, she couldn’t not, “I’ve not had good dick since freshman year of college—and I’m twenty fucking four. I’m desperate.”

“Fine, I don’t think I’ve had good dick ever, so maybe Christmas Tree Man won’t disappoint, if everything is proportionate. But he does still have to know how to use it. What if he doesn’t, Elide, what if he thinks having a big dick is eno—”

“—Aelin, I swear, go to that man, and find us both a big dick, and hopefully a relationship. Love you, Bye!”

She unfolded herself from the picnic table, and shook off her nerves—mentally, she can’t be seen jumping around by her future something. Her eyes settled on Elide still, whose eyes she noticed were large and round and surprised. Instead of questioning her clearly crazy best friend, she turned, only to bump into the chest of a rather tall man.

Tall.

No, she thought. It can’t be, she wondered. No way, she placated.

“Firstly,” he said, in a voice that had her panties wet already, “I would’ve agreed to your crazy plot, princess. I would have doubted it, but I would’ve agreed, and gone to your fake ex-boyfriend’s party, on Christmas eve which I normally spend with my friends and not a random but gorgeous blonde, as the epitome of his insecurities. Just to hurt him, because I knew the second I saw you, that any man who hurt deserved to be hurt right back. Where it hurt the most.

“Second, I could put the star on your Christmas tree without the help of a ladder—and I mean that in both possible ways. This means that, third, I know how to use my dick, even if I do consider myself to be proportionate. On that topic, apparently tall men do group together because I’ve got a friend taller than me, for your friend who’s shorter than you, who I believe is also proportionate but in the same boat as me when it comes to Christmas trees and stars.

“And finally, whilst I don’t mind Christmas Tree Man, I have just told you that I’ve got a big dick, know where your clit is, and can give you g-spot orgasms, so please, call me Rowan.”

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