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SJM Romance Week Masterlist

2022

[my ao3]

Until We Meet Again | Day 1: Soulmates

Romeo, Save Me | Day 2: Love Letters

Day 3: Proposals

Heatwaves Pt. 2 | Day 4: Confessions

Day 5: Grand Gestures

Day 6: Favorite Tropes

Day 7: Free Day

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Someone I Could Love | Part 1

Based on the song Somebody I Fucked Once (Zolita)

hey yall. quick a/n: this is my first multi-part fic and im really excited to share this with you. if you see any inconsistencies or have any comments/suggestions/requests (or if i forgot to tag something) lmk :>. i will have part 2 up by dec 18 (but hopefully earlier).

once again, huge thank you to @themoonthestarsthesuriel​ for her help. i couldn’t have done it without you. 

xoanna

{cw: language, alcohol, nsfw, sexual assault}

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Cheering fills the bar as Rowan Whitethorn raises his overflowing tankard of stale ale, the best available on this side of town, demanding the next round be on him. He was out with a couple of bodyguards, friends in all but name and Aelin to celebrate her promotion announced just an hour or two ago at the gala they had been attending. Aelin Galathynius, Celaena Sardothien to the rest of the world, and her ‘Court’, as they were called, all escaped with ease, Rowan, on the other hand, having more trouble than the rest, being stopped every step by various prime ministers, other royalty, and distant family members, the worst of it being his Aunt Maeve. Rowan shudders at the thought of his aunt. She would kill him if she knew where he was right now, smashed to hell and back, throat sore from both the amount of alcohol ingested and the impromptu karaoke session with a stunning blonde he couldn’t remember. Raquelle? Remy? He knows it had something to do with the rat movie Aelin loved so much.

Drunk Rowan grins cheesily at the thought of his best friend of almost 10 years, and head of his PR team. He LOVES Aelin, from the glowing golden tips of her hair down to her- Rowan looks around, confused. 

Where was she, anyway? 

He vaguely remembers leaving the rest of their friends on the dance floor to sit down with Aelin and could even remember calling for two of the largest beers available after the shit day she seemed to have, even with her promotion and the gala, but can’t remember where she went. He knew she had something on her mind from the distant way she was acting but figured that the amount of beer they consumed would either solve the problem or make her forget the said problem.

Rowan shrugs to himself, knowing she can take care of herself better than the currently inebriated version of Rowan can, and glances a few seats towards his left, where the pretty blonde from karaoke is now sitting. She looks at him, sending a coy smirk while taking a dainty sip of whatever sparkly drink she was having. Damning his reputation to hell, knowing if the blonde was even half-drunk as he is, there is no way she is sober enough to recognize him the next day, he turns and flashes what Aelin calls his ‘panty dropping’ smirk towards who he now remembers as Remelle. She smiles, looking like the cat who caught the cream and raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow, seemingly inviting him over. Rowan stands, intent on following through with the silent command because as much as Aelin liked to shit on him for being a clueless asshole, he wasn’t that clueless. (He could admit to being an asshole, though; she was right about that part.)

“Hey, I’ve never seen you ‘round here before?”

She smirks, reminding him of his Aelin, but when he looks closer, the smile is just a little too cold, a little too sharp, to be Aelin. “I’m new here, came last week, actually, for a new job. What about you? Ash, right?”

He hums in confirmation, remembering the little white lie he told her, after all, ‘Rowan’ was just another name for the plant ‘Mountain Ash’ therefore Ash wasn’t totally inaccurate. Ignoring her previous question, he tries to seem more focused on getting her into his bed than exchanging names, and by the look on her face, he knows she feels the same way. She throws back the rest of her drink with more ease than he would have expected and stands gracefully.

“What do you say we get out of here, Ash?” she purrs, practically climbing onto his lap with how close she is to him. There is a moment of fervent staring and intense breathing, a heavy blanket of silence weighing the moment down before Remelle pulls him by the collar, leading him towards the dark corner in the back. As he stumbles behind her, he thinks he sees someone, with a head of hair so golden it can only belong to Aelin, in the lap of a brunette kissing up and down his throat. He pauses, his drunken brain too frazzled to even begin to comprehend this situation, but keeps moving when he’s tugged by the hand. Deciding to ignore the confusion, he follows the pale blonde out of the bar and into the, thankfully, dark alley behind. Gods, if she recognized him, he’d be screwed

When she pulls him closer, pinning herself to the wall, he takes charge, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head. Remelle moans, eagerly spreading her legs, and begins to grind herself back and forth as he nudges his knee between her. He lets one of his hands travel down the length of her body, the other now holding both of her hands up, and begins to knead her ass while kissing his way down her throat. When Rowan feels her start to get restless, whining and rubbing herself even harder against his thigh, he relents and releases her hands, opting to move both his hands to her chest, pulling her breasts out of the lacy bra they were in and starting to softly circle her nipples with his thumbs, soon adding his tongue. He feels tugging on his hair as Remelle whimpers and starts to move her own hands southward.

As she pulls his hardening cock out of his pants, slowly stroking it, he reaches for her panties, pulling aside the delicate lace and finding her all wet and soaked for him. With no further prelude, he plunges a finger into her, circling her clit with his thumb as he continues to thrust his finger. Remelle moans his name breathily in his ear and clenches around him, guiding his now fully hard member towards her slit when Rowan pauses, motioning for her to wait, and steps back to grab a condom from his pocket. She rolls her eyes at the delay but compiles, spreading her legs as best she could whilst standing up and touching herself in the meantime. Pouncing on him the second the condom is secured, she picks up right where they left off.

Remelle guides the tip of his cock into her soaked pussy and lets him slowly fill her up, shallowly thrusting to familiarize themselves with the other’s body. As he speeds up his thrusts, the thrill of fucking in an alley only boosting his adrenaline, the sharp dig of her nails into his back reminds him of his partner. Slipping a hand between them, he circles her clit roughly, alternating between rubbing and pinching, to push her towards her climax before he takes his own. He feels her repeatedly clench around him as she finishes with a low groan and takes that as his cue to follow her over the edge. With a few more sharp thrusts, he is emptying himself inside of the condom and slowly returns to reality. When Rowan opens his eyes, he finds his head buried in the crook of her shoulder, love bites littering the both of them, and their clothes in general disarray, never fully being removed. 

They stay in there for a moment longer, moving to tidy themselves up, Rowan tucking his limp cock into his pants when the door to the alley is shoved open and they see Aelin, arms and legs wrapped around the brunette he now recognizes as Chaol Westfall, Captain of the Guard to the Prince of Adarlan.

Dorian and Chaol must’ve flown in early, Rowan muses as he scoffs at the irony of it all. His PR Manager/best friend catches him outside in a compromising position as she’s getting ready to do the same with the bodyguard of the monarch coming to visit in peace for the first time in 20 years. Wow, the gods really must be in his favor today. As they stare at each other, both looking like deer in headlights, Remelle interrupts, unwilling to be ignored. 

“Tonight was really great, Ash. Hopefully, we can do it again soon. Call me?” she murmurs while slipping a note into his back pocket with a kiss to his cheek. Aelin glares daggers at her back, clearly recognizing Remelle.

“Nice to see you again, Sardothien”, Remelle simpers, sarcasm lacing her voice.

“Huh, wish I could say the same, Fehér.”

Chaol and Remelle both take that as their cue to leave, the moment ruined, and the latter muttering a few choice words under her breath along the lines of ‘fire breathing bitch queen’. He sighs, confused and frustrated as to why Aelin was acting so possessive over him when Aelin cocks her head, facing Remelle.

“Care to repeat that, bitch?”

Remelle rolls her eyes, unfazed, while Aelin looks just about ready to explode. Warily, Westfall steps in to defuse the situation, scared more of the way Rowan is glaring in his general direction than what will happen when Aelin snaps, and gently leads Remelle back inside the dingy bar, leaving the two best friends alone. When he realizes Aelin isn’t going to say anything, he starts the conversation that will undoubtedly turn into an argument.

“What the fuck was that, Aelin?”

He turns to see Aelin glare at him, hands on her hips, somehow making him feel looked down upon even though he was easily 9 inches taller, standing 6’4 to her 5’7. 

Aelin scoffs, “Wow, Ash, you’re so welcome for me saving your sorry ass. You know, I really don’t know what you would do without me. Make a fool of yourself nationally? Maybe. End up on the cover of the Doranelle Times in some racy pose with an equally racy article to match? Probably.” 

“Gods, woman, what are you even talking about?”, he snipes back, clueless as to why she was upset. It wasn’t any of her business what he did with other women, especially if she was planning on doing the same with Chaol. It’s not like it affected her in any manner, or anyone else for that matter, and furthermore, no one had any right to-

She laughs incredulously. “Are you that clueless? Heavenly Mala, what if someone had seen the two of you, Rowan? Gods, you rutting idiot. What about her? Does she even know who you are? Because I guarantee you, if she’s not even half as inebriated as you are, she’ll know who you are and you know what’ll happen next? Have you ever thought about what would happen if she went to the reporters about your night? Your reputation as Doranelle’s golden boy would be in shambles. And Maeve would absolutely murder me.”

He rolls his eyes, turning away from the lecture he will inevitably receive at least five more times when Maeve and his Cadre hear of what happened.

“Hellas, why does it even matter to you? You know I’ll take responsibility and that Maeve won’t blame you if you weren’t there.”

Aelin frowns. “What do you mean, ‘If I’m not there? I’ll always be there. That’s my job, Rowan. It’s literally in my job description. PR Manager: stopper of political disasters and preventer of horny future monarchs getting it on with potential allies.”

“Oh, I don’t know, you were pretty distracted doing the same thing I was with Westfall over there. ‘Cozying’ up with him, just about ready to take him back to your place. Isn’t he involved with the Crown Prince too, sweetheart? What do you think the press will write about that? Celaena Sardothien, PR Manager, caught as Chaol Westfall’s rebound, the Crown Prince’s former lover?” he sneers, a niggling feeling in his stomach at the thought of her with Chaol. Unable to understand why he feels so sick at the thought of Aelin and Chaol together, he spirals as he imagines the two of them dating, getting married, having a family together, and leaving him to be alone. Again. 

Rowan turns away, bitterness crawling its way out of his throat. He’s about to leave before the fight gets worse than it already is when Aelin’s voice, full of malice and anger, echoes after him with an incredulous laugh.

“You rutting bastard. That’s right, leave. That’s all you know how to do anyway.”

His mind goes blank at her words. They both had made some petty remarks in the heat of their argument but this was a new low, to bring up what she knew haunted him the most. The death of his parents. And how he had left them.

She shoves him with her shoulder, now caught up to him, as she walks back inside to the bar. Leaving him standing, white as a sheet. He’s not sure how much time has passed when Fenrys opens the door to the alley, jogging towards him.

“Hey, we were looking for you. What’s up?”

Rowan shrugs. “Nothing, let’s go back inside.”

They make their way back to the bar, the rest of their friends waiting for them. He sits down, immediately chugging the glass of beer calling his name, as the rest of his friends continue their revelries. As a silent bystander, he is lost in thought when his gaze finds Aelin’s, like a moth drawn to a flame. He is about to break her stare and look away when he sees another brunette come over to her, this one taller and bigger than Chaol, with blue eyes instead of brown. He thinks nothing of it, seeing her laugh at his indisputably horrible pickup line, and turns back to his drink when he hears an alarming sound of outrage. As the brunette puts his hands on her breasts, ignoring her own hands pushing him away, Rowan is filled with a white-hot blistering rage. Unconsciously he stands, makes his way towards them, and crosses his arms. 

“She asked you to stop.”

The man, that bastard, laughs it off. “Aww come on, mate. Look at her tits, she’s practically asking for it.”

At those words, Rowan snaps, unable to control his temper. Grabbing him by the collar, he pulls him away from Aelin, not wanting her to get hurt in the outbreak. Pushing him to the floor, Rowan straddles his waist, his first punch causing blood to pour from his nose. Cairn tries to fight back, landing a good hit to his eye but finds it impossible. Even though they seem evenly matched, fueled by adrenaline and anger, Rowan is a formidable force. 

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her”. He emphasizes each word with a punch, aiming for that motherfucker’s pretty face. Cairn flails on the floor, unable to get up because of Rowan straddling his waist as he throws punch after punch, letting all his frustration and anger out.

He sees Cairn go limp but doesn’t stop until Lorcan is hauling him off of the man, and drags him outside.

“What the fuck was that, Rowan?” Lorcan pauses, poking his shoulder and waiting for him to respond. When Rowan looks away, petulantly refusing to talk, he sighs. “Whatever. We can’t afford to have the press find out about this so you better hope people don’t recognize you and keep their mouths shut. Aelin’s taking you home.”

Lorcan opens the door to the sleek black car waiting for them outside and nudges Rowan inside, closing the door and tapping the car twice to get the driver going. Rowan closes his eyes and waits for Aelin to start scolding him again when he is met with silence. He peeks an eye open and finds her sitting there, arms crossed and leg tapping, refusing to be the first to speak.

Well, if that’s how she wanted to play it, he would too. Rowan closes his eyes again, silently scoffing to himself. After what seems like an eternity of silence, the car finally arrives at the castle. Ignoring all the staring eyes of the staff, Rowan and Aelin make their way upstairs to the Crown Prince’s suite. 

“As much as I appreciated what you did, Rowan, I don’t need your protection. I had it handled. But thank you. I guess-”

But before she can finish, Rowan slams his lips onto hers, the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through his veins and emboldening him. He pins her to the wall, swallowing the rest of her words. She groans into his mouth, tongue sneaking out to dance with his as he quickly hoists her legs around his waist. 

“Bed.” Aelin whimpers as he walks her inside his room in a drunken haze where his lips don’t leave her skin for the rest of the night.

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Rowan wakes up with a blonde head on his chest and arms wrapped around his torso belonging to said blonde. Confused, he sits up, finding Aelin trying to burrow further into his chest. 

What in the name of Hellas happened? 

As if in answer to his silent question, he starts to see the fragments of his night emerge in a haze of alcohol and lust. Memories of Aelin moaning his name, nails digging into his back as he thrust into her again and again and again as they went round after round after round. Memories of her on top of him, riding his cock as if her life depended on it. He blinks, trying to rid himself of the seemingly forbidden memories, when Aelin starts to stir, groaning softly as she rubs her eyes. Rowan watches silently as she looks around confused and can tell the exact moment everything clicks for her when she turns as pale as the sheets wrapped around her. She lets out a small “Oh” and buries her face in her hands. Rowan begins to ramble in his panic.

“It’s fine, isn’t it? We’re both legal, consenting adults who wanted to fuck. It’s not like friends with benefits don’t exist. Let’s just admit we made a mistake and start fresh, huh Ace?”

“Well, yeah, but at least it was a fun mistake. It’d also be pretty convenient for both of us to have an easy fuck once in a while, huh?” Aelin says, sounding unusually shy. “I mean, we know we’re both safe and not serial killers so we won’t have to worry about that and I also know your biggest secret already”. 

Aelin waggles her eyebrows suggestively as she continues, “You’re the Crown Prince of Wendlyn and you have a pretty nice dick. Wouldn’t the press have a field day hearing that?”

“You’re a menace, you know that?” Rowan groans, dramatically flinging his arms over his head.

“Yes, but I’m your menace, you idiot. I was a good bang wasn’t I, buzzard? Admit it!”

He rolls his eyes at her vulgar phrasing but almost feels his eyes pop out at her next statement.

“You know, Ro, if you did like it, I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again”, she says nonchalantly.

And against his better judgment, he agrees, because if they both wanted it, he didn’t see why not. Besides, Aelin was gorgeous and he couldn’t deny the slight bit of attraction he had to her before he found out she would be working for him. 

Letting his mind give way to his heart, he concurs, “Fine, yes, you were the best fuck of my life, milady. I would be honored to be able to bed you again if that is agreeable with your ladyship”.

Aelin giggles girlishly, the sound like music to his ears, as she bats away his roaming hands with a weak excuse of getting out of his room and to her meetings before the staff gets here and as she puts her clothes back on after collecting the various garments thrown across the room, he can’t help but miss her in his bed already.

Throughout the day, she never leaves his mind as her words echo through Rowan’s head. 

A fun mistake.

Convenient.

Easy fuck.

He can’t understand for the life of him why he would be so put out by her words and pushes them to the back of his head. He’s the Crown Prince, after all. He has a lot of shit to figure out, and so does Aelin. Even if they both wanted a relationship outside of friendship and fucking, they would need a hell of a lot of time, effort, and energy. It wouldn’t work out. 

But try as he might, he just couldn’t stop thinking about her.

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Hello! I saw that you're accepting prompts, so if you'd like "Why the f*ck are there puppies everywhere?!?!" For Rowaelin?

Your stories are amazing 🤩

I WILL USE THIS FOR 12 DAYS OF ROWAELIN JUST YOU WAIT (also i am sooooo sorry for answering this late... i was debating between writing on here or just saving it and using it later...... my bad <3) (also thank you so muchhhh, i know i haven't written much but i am swamped with 12 days of rowaelin stuff that is COMING SOON!!)

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Dorian Havilliard Week (December 7th: Favorite Ship)

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I'd hate for you to waste away into nothing. It'd be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.

#manorian #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #tog #dorianhavilliardweek #dorianweek #day 2: ship #rowaelinismyotpwrites

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END OF YEAR THOUGHTS

saw quite a few people do it and decided to give it a shot... wow it has been quite an eventful year. it has almost been a year since i've made my account (the anniversery's in feb/march) but i got into the sjmass world late october last year. i was on a camping trip with my friends and borrowed acotar from the public library (...yes it was because of booktok). i started reading more and fell in love. i got into the fanfic world soon after and i am so thankful for each and every one of you here who have made me feel so welcome here. this has truly become my safe haven and i really try to make everyone else's experiance as great as mine was. from the get-go, everyone was so kind and welcoming and it really kept me going during the self-isolation periods. i started writing this september so it's pretty recent but as i write and try to produce as much quality content as fast as i can, i am so in awe of the writers here who crank out AMAZING content FOR FREE so quickly. you all are literally my heroes. i am so thankful for every single one of the readers, the writers, and the content producers. you are so appreciated and i love you all so much. thank you for making 2020 one of the best years i've ever had. (and if i forgot you, that is 100% because of my exhasted brain.... i am so sorry if i did)

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#end of year #personal #rowaelinismyotpwrites

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Every Dad’s Nightmare

12 Days of Rowaelin Day Five: Yulemas on the Southern Continent

a/n: sooo this isn’t a full fic and it’s really late but.. better late than never?? i’ll continue this soon, i swear :>

xo anna

{cw: language, implied sex}

just girldad!Rowan panicking over his daughter growing up lol

~461 words

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Rowan was having a good day, a GREAT day, in fact, until he happened to walk in on his teenage daughter with the son of the family they were staying with. It was finally Yulemas and they were staying with Chaol and Yrene Westfall on the Southern Continent. Because of Aelin’s recent promotion to CEO and Rowan’s promotion in the Terrasen Air Force, they had decided to take a well-deserved extended break with their friends. The four, along with the rest of their friends, had all met in high school while serving detention that none of them seemed to remember. Even though most of their friends lived in Terrasen with Rowan and Aelin, it was nice to see their out-of-state friends like Dorian and Manon, even if it was only for a couple days around Yulemas. Out of all the things he could’ve imagined happening today, finding his daughter in a risque position with another boy was not one of them.

He had been sent by Aelin to get the presents for the kids in one of her many suitcases in their room and find the missing two on his way back. Rowan had found all the presents, there were at least ten large boxes in there, and was struggling to get them down the stairs when he heard some peculiar noises coming from the sixteen-year-old’s room. Rolling his eyes at what he thinks is Evalin watching some new trending show or movie she knew she wasn’t supposed to watch, Bridgerton being one of them, he knocks, and without waiting for an answer, shoulders open her door.

“Hey Ev, we’re opening presents now. You in-?”

Finding his daughter NOT watching a scandalous movie but instead in what looks like a scandalous position under her covers with only her silver head of hair and a mysterious head of curly brown hair peeking out (Was that Chaol’s son?), Rowan panics, dropping the gifts and accidentally slamming the door on his foot.

“What the fuck?”

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@perseusannabeth​

@backtobl4ck​

@autumnbabylon​

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New WIP Coming Soon

hey, just wanted to pop in and say that i have a new wip coming soon. i have released a snippet already (you can read that here). wish i could have released it sooner but keep an eye out for part 1 coming out this saturday, dec 4th. really hope you guys enjoy it :>

xo anna

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The Simp Falls, In More Than One Way

12 Days of Rowaelin Day Four: A Winter Activity

a/n: unfortunately.... the ice rink scene is a true story. i went ice skating with my friends in early december for my birthday and the ice started melting. the staff couldn’t re-ice it sooo we skated on water for an hour xp (also the ‘it smells like children’ IS an actual quote lol, she fell face first into the water to protect her clothes and ended up soaking her bangs) anyway onto the story! i had a lot of fun writing this and hope you enjoy it :>

huge huge thank you to @themoonthestarsthesuriel​ once again <3

xo anna

{cw: language}

just 1k of pure fluff and pining lol (maybe a smidge of angst, if you squint)

~1226 words

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This weekend was going to be absolute shit. It was the weekend after Christmas which meant that all employees would be forced to participate in whatever ‘fun’ camaraderie-building activities Mr. and Mrs. Archeron, the co-managers of Night Court Tech, chose. They called it an ‘optional holiday party’ but everyone knew what kind of wolf hid in that sheep’s clothing. Team building. Otherwise known as a weekend spent at some luxury hotel, the employees working through ‘team building activities’ while Rhysand and Feyre were off canoodling somewhere. As managers, they were expected to participate and lead but instead had more fun blowing Rhysand’s father’s money. And Rowan was pissed beyond words.

“Ice skating?!?!?! What. The. Fuck. Rhys.” Rowan spits as he points a finger in his boss’s face, wrath lacing his voice. “I bust my ass for FIVE FUCKING HOURS to drive your little party caravan here because you said it would be fun and now we’re ICE SKATING?!?!?!!”

Rhysand sighs, unfazed by the threat. “Whitethorn, calm your pretty ass down. I can explain. You see-”

Rowan cuts him off again, not done ranting. “No. I only showed up because you said we were going to this nice snowboarding place, not a little town in the middle of nowhere with an ice rink as its main attraction.”

Rhysand only sighs again, sounding like a tired father, and repeats himself. “I can explain if you would let me. Would that be agreeable to your grace?”

Rowan huffs in warning but stays silent as his friend continues.

“For the record, I wanted to go snowboarding too. But you see, Feyre really really wanted to come here, she saw it on one of her Pinterest boards and-”

“Wait. So, to clarify, we downgraded from a luxurious ski place to a run-of-the-mill ice skating rink town because your girlfriend asked you to?!!??!!”

Rhysand looks away, a soft blush covering his cheeks at being called out.

“Shut the fuck up, Whitethorn. I know you would’ve done the same if Aelin gave you her little puppy dog eyes and told you she’d never been to an ice skating rink before. Mother above Ro, you are so gone for that woman, you’re like a sad little bitch following her around. You simp-”

Rowan slaps his hand over his mouth, worried someone would overhear, covering both Rhysand’s words and his now outraged shrieks. He holds him there a second longer for good measure before finally letting him go. Uncaring of the fact that Rhys is his superior, they glare at each other, each unwilling to be the first to look away. Until Feyre’s soft melodic voice floats through the air.

“Rhysie? Where are you? The rink is open!”

Rhysand turns towards her almost too quickly, almost breaking his neck in the process. 

“Coming, Feyre darling!”

Rowan scoffs at the irony. “Who’s the simp now, huh, Rhysie?”

The man is silent, only bothering to flick him off before following Feyre out. 

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He was NOT a simp for Aelin. He really wasn’t. Rowan fumes to himself as he readies himself for a couple of hours of actual hell. He just really liked the way she smiled. And looked. And acted. And smelled. And- NO. That liking was purely professional and he was going to keep it that way, come hell or high water. Or Aelin. No matter how strong his feelings towards her had developed at a rapid pace since the night they had accidentally slept together. He wouldn’t risk the meager friendship they had, if even that, to act on his feelings and lose what they had. Fucking hell, she had just gotten out of a toxic relationship with Chaol and he with Remelle. They both deserved some alone time.

Lost in his musings, he finishes with his gloves and beanie and makes his way out of the hotel and towards the ice rink in the center of the town-like hotel buildings. As soon as he spots Aelin standing with Rhys and Feyre at the skate rental place amidst their co-workers, he grins and runs over, totally not like a simp. 

The pairs sit at the benches, lacing up their skates, and laugh and talk with their friends also at the rink. Making his way onto the ice with Aelin, he suddenly feels her hand grip his as she stumbles along. Chuckling softly to himself, he holds her around her waist, moving her hand to his free one. The scene is perfect, serene, and soft. Until the sun starts to rise, that it. As the sun rises, the ice starts to melt at their feet, slowly turning the rink into a lake. Rowan groans, utterly disappointed as to how the day was turning.

“I’m going to kill him. Not only are we at an ice rink, but it is also currently 60 degrees in the middle of the fucking winter and now the ice is melting.”

Aelin laughs, brightening his day if only a little. Distracted, he fails to see the huge puddle he is skating into. His skates, unable to grip the ice, slip, and in what he feels like is playing in slow motion, he starts to fall face-first into the puddle. Trying to protect his new coat from becoming soaking wet, he hugs himself, making an ‘x’ over his chest, forgetting about his face.

Hitting the ground with an oomph, he groans in pain, running a hand through his hair. As he scrubs his hand over his face to try to ease the pain, he finds a weird smell coming from something around him. Holding his glove closer to his face, he sniffs and shudders in horror, trying to sit up in the pool of water he fell face-first into. 

“It smells like children.” He whimpers as he miserably wipes his face. Aelin tries not to laugh to no avail and cackles at the sight of a 6’4 Rowan pouting like a child in the middle of the half-melted rink. 

“Oh come on, you big baby. Get up.”

The ‘big baby’ in question glares at her from his position on the ice, petulantly refusing to get up. Gods, Rowan is mortified, the word not even beginning to cut it. He can’t imagine what Aelin thinks of him right now. This was not the day he had planned. He had hoped to spend some time alone with Aelin, getting to know her better as friends, and even, in his wildest dreams, hoped to find out that she had felt the same way about him that he did for her. He had totally not planned on humiliating himself in front of his crush, not that that was what she was. He was just trying to put a name to what he felt and thought ‘crush’ was the closest explanation.

Still, as she helps him up, still giggling to herself, he feels himself warm at her touch. Skating out of the rink together, he can’t help but pretend they are together. Lost to his feelings, he lets himself pretend that they were in love and not broken. He pretends he will be able to wake up next to her for the rest of his life and he pretends that she never asked him to stay friends after waking up in her bed.

Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.

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All the Time

inspired by All the Time (Kim Petras)

a/n: this is my first time posting a finished work so (as always) constructive criticism, writing requests, and the like are ALWAYS appreciated and for those of you wondering about the drabble i posted last week, IT IS ON ITS WAY I PROMISE :)) my plan was to finish it all before posting chunk by chunk to smooth over any plot holes and the like so it is coming soon}

also: kudos to @themoonthestarsthesuriel for your amazing help and advice, i really appreciate it :))

okay thank you so much for reading my very long author's shpiel, now please enjoy some rowaelin fluff

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"Yeah you, you, you, wanna kick it with you all the time"

Rowan smiles softly, hearing the upbeat melody echo across their new one-room flat. He can imagine the way the sunlight hits her golden hair as she sways her hips to the beat, the curve of her lips as she sings the lyrics at the top of her lungs. He abandons the box of plates he was supposed to unpack and goes to find the voice of his dreams.

He never believed he would be here, fresh out of college, moving in with the love of his life, the girl he had crushed on all throughout middle and high school before finally gathering the courage to tell her how he felt that day, freshman year, in the spring rain while walking her across campus to her next class. To his utter surprise - and delight - she kissed him, muttering a 'took you long enough, buzzard' whilst leaning in. Needless to say, they had been inseparable ever since.

After finally popping the question to move in together officially and going through mountains of paperwork for their new flat, both Rowan and Aelin were thorougly exhausted, but Rowan still had one more question to ask her.

He pads softly down the hall, past the boxes still not unpacked and the furniture he knows he'll have to call Lorcan about. He shakes his head, smiling, thinking of the now domesticated Lorcan who had moved in with Elide the year before. Slipping into the spare room, he picks something up from his backpack and slides it in his pocket before starting back down the hall.

Hearing her melodic voice coming out of their bedroom, he slips past the slightly ajar door and finds his Fireheart singing her heart out, surrounded by their discarded clothes, a reminder of the fun morning they had. He slides up behind her, resting his hands on her gently swaying hips, and props his head on her shoulder. Aelin runs her hands through his hair in acknowledgement while continuing to belt the lyrics to the song on the radio.

"Hey, baby", he murmurs, spinning Aelin around and kissing her lips softly. "I had a question". He feels her smile into the kiss, humming in response and while holding her, he reaches with his other hand into his pocket. Stepping back, he kneels and pulls out the box he's had since the last year with a beautiful white gold ring adorned with a simple emerald that took him ages to find.

"I wasn't going to do this now, because I know it's been hectic lately and we're still young, but I don't think I can wait a moment longer. I love you. More than words, more than life, I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you. To whatever end, my Fireheart. So Aelin, my love, my light, my Fireheart, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?", he asks, and although he knows deep inside that she will say yes, the doubt and insecurity creeps in each moment she is silent.

"Aelin, love?", he questions, planning to stand up and brush the unsaid rejection off, when she falls onto her knees besides him and hugs him, her lithe body shaking with sobs of joy.

"Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.", she whispers, burying her face in his neck. "You make me so godsdamned happier than I thought I would be, than I thought I deserved to be. I love you. So damned much". He hears the love and pure joy in her voice and is in awe of how every time he sees her, every moment he spends in her presence, he falls more and more in love with the amazing, magnificent woman in front of him. So godsdamned lucky. He was so godsdamned lucky to have her in his life.

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Dorian Havilliard Week (December 6th: Favorite Friendship)

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Rowan considered for a moment, and then said, "I have known many kings in my life, Dorian Havilliard. And it was a rare man indeed who asked for help when he needed it, who would put aside pride.

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A snippet of the fic I’m working on..

{cw: nsfw below cut}

As Rowan wakes up, he feels a soft weight on his chest. He looks down and sees Aelin fast asleep beside him, head nestled in the crook of his arm, snoring softly. He closes his eyes and pretends, if only for a moment, that they are truly in love and that this is their reality. He wonders what it would be like to make love to her, not just fuck. He wonders what it would be like to be loved, not just by a woman like his Fireheart, but Aelin Galathynius herself, a golden enigma full of laughter and joy and life. He thinks of what could have been, the family they would have had, the lazy mornings and soft kisses they would have shared, and sighs. In the midst of his pondering, Aelin slowly begins to wake and with sleep in her eyes and a soft, sated smile on her face, tilts her face up and purses her lips for a kiss. He obliges and brushes her lips with a chaste kiss.

"Good morning," he whispers. "Sleep well?"

"I did. Someone tired me out last night, multiple times," she says with a smirk. "Still up for more?"

"With you, always," he murmurs as he bends down to kiss her neck. "Shower? Or bed?"

"Shower. Might as well kill two birds with one stone," she

He softly laughs as he carries her, bridal style, to the small shower adjoining their bedroom. He turns the water on and puts her down, letting the water soak them both as he kisses her until she is breathless. She pushes him back and quickly moves to kneel on the floor, stroking his already-hard length.

"You wanna suck my cock, baby? You look so good on your knees in front of me," he moans, holding her hair back as she starts to kiss his member, gently sucking on the tip.

Aelin looks up at him and, as innocently as she can, takes his dick deeper into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat. His groan spurs her on and she continues to suck his cock with renewed efforts, wanting to see him come, wanting to taste him.

"Ahh, such a good girl. Sucking my cock like a little whore. My whore," he gasps before pulling her off his cock and forcing his tongue down her throat. He tastes himself in her mouth and feels himself get impossibly harder. Aelin whines, wanting to see him fall apart before her, but he grabs her hips and lifts her to be held against the wall. He looks deep into her eyes as he slowly enters her hot, slick heat. They let out twin moans as Rowan slowly, sadistically pulls out, only to thrust back in again.

"Such a good girl for me, letting me use your little cunt," he groans, quickening his pace to thrust sloppily into her soaked pussy. She tightens at that and curses under her breath. He reaches between them and rubs at her swollen little clit, wanting to watch her come around his cock. She whimpers and he feels her tighten as she reaches her climax with a hoarse cry. He keeps his thumb on her clit as he chases his own release and spills into her with a groan, resting his head on her shoulder. The water is cold when they finally get out of the shower and tumble into bed for another round.

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note: semi-permanent hiatus? idk guys i just don’t feel too well lately and writing isn’t really making me happy anymore and i want to write but i just hate everything i write and that fucking depresses me especially when i come here and i see all these amazing people cranking out fics that absolutely rock (wow sorry for dumping this) but yeah. so i might come back (to writing) but im not really sure :/

throne of glass:

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The Eight Wonders of Erilea

12 Days of Rowaelin Day Seven: Holiday Traditions

a/n: this was actually gonna be this full blown 10k+ fic about the first time Rowan and Aelin travel the continent and how it becomes tradition but.... i unfortunately lost motivation about 1k in soooo here’s a moodboard/excerpt for if i ever come back to it (i probably will, just when i have more time)

xo anna

{cw: language}

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This had to be a dream. There was no fucking way that she, Aelin Galathynius, was traveling the world (her dream since birth) with the love of her life, Rowan Whitethorn. She was 100% sure that when she woke up, she would be back in her dorm room, asleep at her desk and still studying.

The day had started out as expected. Her boyfriend was visiting his family in Wendlyn, Rowan wanting to stay with her but only placated by the fact that Aelin was going home herself. It wasn’t her fault plans had changed. And now she was trying to focus on the essay her English teacher had assigned before break, rueing the fact that the only family she had to go home to was her newly married cousin, Aedion. And it wasn’t that she disliked spending the holidays with him, per se, it was more of having to spend the week with her cousin and his wife procreating when they thought she wasn’t looking. Remembering last Yulemas, Aelin shudders. There was no way in hell she was going home to that.

Busy missing Rowan and lamenting not going with Rowan when he had offered, she doesn’t hear her door open and her boyfriend peek his head in.

“Ace? Thank the gods you’re still here, I wanted to catch you before you left. Sellene sent me home early after hearing you were spending Yulemas without me, that hopeless romantic.” Rowan rolls his eyes affectionately thinking of his cousin. “And you’ll never guess what she gave me, us, as our gift!”

Aelin frowns, confused. “What is it, buzzard? I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy since- I can’t remember?”

“You know how you’ve wanted to visit the eight wonders of Erilea? And you know how Sellene’s loaded now, with Aunt Maeve gone? She’s sending us to each of the eight wonders.”

She gasps in shock, the generosity and thoughtfulness of the gift taking her by surprise. What had she sent Sellene? Think about it now, it must have been something weird like cartoon socks. Oh Mala burn her.

“That’s right, baby! We’re going to the Western Wastes, Adarlan, Melisande, the Oakwald Forest, Banjali, the Red Deserts, Briarcliff, and visiting Sellene in Wendlyn when we’re done!”

Sensing her silence, Rowan hesitates. “If that’s alright with you, of course. If you don’t like it, that’s fine. I think she can still get a monetary refund if that’s what you want.”

“No way in hell am I going to turn that down, Ro. We’re going to see the eight wonders! Oh my gods, we’re going to see the eight wonders?!!?! When’s our first flight out?”

Rowan pauses. “That’s the only thing. Our first flight’s in two hours.”

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Dorian Havilliard Week (December 9th: Modern AU)

@dorianhavilliardweek

ok i was gonna write something but i ran out of time.... so heres what i thought modern au dorian would be like: (also please forgive my grammar/punctuation/word choice- currently writing this at like 1am)

- ok so dorian the 1st is a politician and rich, like rich rich

- he’s kinda a crooked politician (rough childhood and bad friends ie. perrington and erawan)

- but dorian grows up with the whole sheh-bang: mansion, a billion cars, private planes, an unhappy family

- and yk obviously he’s expected to be a politician too and 'follow in his father's footsteps' and he’s SMART

- so he gets into a really good school, yale, georgetown, some shit like that and while majoring in poly sci, he minors in english

- he’s always liked reading so he’s like meh, ok, why not just take the class but now he knows he found what he wants to do: teach english

- side note: he also meets aelin in that class (business major) and thus a friendship is born

- but back to the main topic: hes inspired by a creative writing class and decides to write fanfic

- he was gonna keep it lowkey but turns out he’s really good at writing and his shit blows up

- so now he’s living this double life: perfect someday politician/daddy's boy by day and this really kinky fanfic author by night

- ok and he meets manon during a crim law class (MANON IS A EX MOBSTER  AND NOW POLICE OFFICER/DETECTIVE YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND) who’s taking for fun/experience

- she’s older than him but daddy dorian is such a flirt/seducer that they’re now hookup buddies (not friends with benefits just yet)

- yeah he starts to catch feelings, she starts to catch feelings but wait. dorian still hasn’t told her about his kinky fanfic side so she’s like no imma be a cop and i cant date u, a future politician

- so they’re both sad af and about to break up when dorians like hell no. so he tells her about how he wants to actually be an english professor and not a politician

- she listens to him and because he’s scared of what his dad would do when he found out, just tells him to finish his degree and go back to school again after but for teaching this time

- so he does that, gets his degree(s) LANDS A JOB and is now like fuck well i kinda have to tell my dad now

- shit does NOT go down well so he moves in with manon and long story short dorian has now been a high school english teacher for a while and is married to manon (the loml) with two kids and two cats (abraxos, damaris) yayyyyyyy

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{* in progress}

Multi-chapters

*Romeo, Save Me [cw: language, allusion to domestic abuse]

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