For the writing and the dreaming...

Well… Sorry this took me so long but I really wanted to get this right. It also sneakily snuck up like 8000 words without my permission. And I’m not crying, that’s definitely you. 

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So much had changed, it was hard to comprehend just how much. They had a daughter now, he and Aelin were bound by something infinitely more beautiful than what they had before. Rowan was a father, and that thought alone was enough to stun him into a reflective silence. It was so odd but at the same time it felt so right. Little Elsie was theirs and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Another thing that had changed that put a smile on his face was Aelin’s appetite. It had returned with a vengeance and she was ravenous. Rowan tried not to leave either of them as much as he was permitted—which had only been a handful of times really—and when he did he made sure to return with something to eat for Aelin. The first time he had left he had felt sick to his gut at the thought of leaving them alone, but he had to go back to their apartment to get clothes for all three of them. Fenrys had been the one that had driven him there and back and then even popped in to see Aelin as well. Besides that Rowan had just taken a few walks outside or up the street, snacks in hand when he returned. With hospital food being the way it was, what Rowan really relied on were their visitors. They would get texts with requests for certain things before they arrived that were unfailingly picked up. None of them minded, they were more than happy to oblige the new mother. There was at least one visitor every day, Rowan suspected they had worked out a roster amongst themselves. 

But along with all the good, there came the not so great as well.

My mind is struggling to comprehend that we’ve reached chapter eighty of this story… And that NN’s birthday is ~2 months away. Thank you all for your support and commentary, and thank you for being patient with me through the six months of burnout I have suffered.

Anyway, on to the good stuff.

Word Count: ~ 6.1K

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Aelin Galathynius On Crutches — A Drinking Mishap?

“To be fair, they’re not exactly wrong—this time, anyway,” Aelin said to her team the following morning. She’d hobbled her way out of the hotel the day before, well-prepared for the onslaught of paparazzi awaiting her departure.

As always, an Aelin Galathynius “Crisis"—which a midnight trip to the emergency room coupled with an overnight stay qualified as—meant one thing: a Team Zoom call. It was one of Aelin’s favorite things.

Nesryn sighed. “Right, but we don’t want the media to be talking about it at all, Aelin. Remember?”

Aelin shrugged. “I think the bigger question is: who leaked the news that I was even at the hospital.”

Those on the call glanced around at each other. That was the question of the hour. Aelin’s mother already had the lawyers investigating; Aelin’s money was on the nosey nurse that brought her consolation jello and stared too much.

“Oh, Fireheart.”

I’m sorry this one took so long. But it’s finally ready! Yay!

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To say that life in the apartment was awkward would have been an understatement. Rowan did his best to give Aelin the space she had requested, but they lived in a not very spacious two bedroom apartment so that made it hard at times. To make it easier, if Rowan was home he would keep to his room or check if Aelin was on the couch or in the kitchen before he went out for food or whatever else. Usually by the time he usually got home in the evenings she had disappeared to her room anyway. 

He still helped out where he could. He cut up and stored her food, noticing that Aelin was eating a little more these days which was good. In the morning he left a fresh water bottle, crackers and her anti-nausea tablets on the kitchen bench – instead of her bedside table – so she could grab them on her way back from the bathroom. Rowan had gathered that Aelin wouldn’t want him in her space, and he wasn’t about to ask about it either. Their spoken interactions had been terse and short on her part, Rowan didn’t blame her. So he was as pleasant as he could be, not letting any of his frustration show. He would wait until she was ready to talk, however long it took. 

The dilemma he was presented with today was that it was his day off, and Aelin was obviously home as well. Him being here was a disruption to the routine she had, he didn’t want to get in her way, but he also wanted to eat food and stay hydrated. So when Rowan ventured out to whip up something quick for lunch and he heard music playing through a portable speaker he debated going back to his room, but he was starving. He didn’t spot Aelin as first because she wasn’t in her usual spot on the couch. Instead she was on the floor, yoga mat under her with her phone propped up on a book. There wasn’t any space in her bedroom for activities like this so that was why she must be out here. She ignored Rowan completely as she watched the screen, and started to move slowly into a pose.

“What are you doing?” Rowan asked, hoping to start a casual conversation.

“What does it look like?” Aelin said, her voice not particularly friendly.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking,” Rowan said and then added, “Some kind of stretching, I assume.”

Aelin glanced at him over her shoulder while she stretched her hand over her head, leaning to the side a little. “Yoga.”

“I didn’t pick you for a yoga person,” Rowan said offhandedly as he opened the fridge to get some of his leftovers out for lunch. 

“I’m not, hence the music,” Aelin explained.

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Aelin Galathynius lands in Perranth. 

Perranth is beautiful this time of year. Hell, it’s beautiful all year. As the second-largest city in Terrasen, Aelin and her team prepare for the company that usualy follows her, photographers and fans alike; during her previous trips to the city, for one concert or press event or another, things have always turned into mayhem. So, they book everything under an alias and rent the most nondescript vehicles possible.

For her stay, Aelin rents an apartment for the month. She has a lot of ground to cover in a short amount of time, and Aelin’s always enjoyed vacationing in Terrasen. She hates leaving Fleetfoot behind again, but flying the dog across the ocean wasn’t a feat Aelin wanted to take on.

Today she’s recording, one of her favorite things to do. The singer clears her throat in the recording booth before speaking into the microphone, voice filled with her typical arrogance. “Okay, I’d like to place a bet.”

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note: how are we at chapter thirty??? this is crazy. as always, thank you all so much for reading! here’s the next installment. it’s about double the usual length. enjoy! :)

Wendlyn Music Festival: who will be there and who won’t.

A sigh of relief escapes Aelin as she opens her front door and takes in the sight of Lysandra standing on the other side, armed with coffee and a sly, knowing smile. The blonde doesn’t wait for her friend to come inside; instead, Aelin takes off back inside the townhome, swinging the door open wide and leaving Lys behind.

“You know it’s hot as fuck outside, right?” The model calls after Aelin in outrage. “Don’t leave your door open like some kind of animal.”

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See How The Stars of Doranelle Spend Their Summers.

Aelin abandons the business card on her kitchen counter and carries on her with her days. She’s not ready to deal with what it represents, and she’s too proud to admit that she’s scared, also. It’s a problem she’ll face later.

Of course, it certainly doesn’t help that Aelin’s never been good at asking for help when she needs it; her struggle now should come as no surprise to anyone. It must not escape her family and friends, though, and her small army of people grows closer than ever. Aelin wants to be annoyed at them all for hovering, but she had to admit she kind of likes having them all around.

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note: so, i may or may not be compiling playlists for albums for aelin? but, also, the nn playlist is over six hours long. that’s just wild. and it’s going to take some time to curate them well… ily. <3

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Is Aelin Friends With Rowan Again?

When she was little, Aelin used to lay her in mother’s lap for hours, dozing happily while her mother played with her hair. Aelin’s earliest memories are of just that and listening as Evalin Galathynius sung softly under her breath, revealing her own beautiful singing voice. It’s a talent she passed on to her daughter, but Little did Evalin know how far Aelin would run with, how Aelin would use it and her fierceness to conquer the world.

It’s Rowan’s turn…

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A sense of doom was hanging over Rowan like a dark and storming cloud. Everyone would know something about the events of the weekend. Whether it be the idiotic kiss, the blow up with Aelin, or the fact she was staying with Elide, they would all know something. So when he walked through the door and saw Connall glaring at him from the front desk he wasn’t surprised. Rowan gave him a nod and risked a smile. Connall returned the nod at least.

Rowan saw Fenrys and Vaughan on the floor of the gym helping clients, Aedion and Lorcan nowhere to be seen. He wanted to talk to Lorcan, but Aedion he’d rather avoid though. The staffroom was blessedly empty when Rowan walked in and he dropped his things in his locker. He had just turned to leave when Fenrys walked in, not hesitating before walking straight up to Rowan and smacking him on the back of the head. 

“What was that for?” Rowan asked, rubbing at his head. “You can’t be that pissed about me missing your party.”

“You dumbass, of course not. I’m pissed that you decided to kiss the wrong girl,” Fenrys said as he leaned on the table, arms crossed across his chest. “What happened?”

Rowan deflated, all anger, all that fight leaving him. “I panicked. All I saw when I looked at Aelin was everything I could lose. And… I panicked.”

Fenrys cleared his throat. “I’m not going to pretend that I don’t know about Aelin seeing you, but you’ve walked in like you’re waiting to be shot. I’m assuming something else happened.”

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note: it’s here! this is my longest rowan pov for certain. enjoy!

warnings: drabble contains spoilers for NN PT27. all of the warnings apply: angst, depression, discussions of suicide.

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Rowan Whitethorn seen leaving Adarlan Records—writing more music for other people?

“What do you want, Lor?” Rowan growls when he answers the phone. These stupid friends of his just don’t know how to take a hint. He just wants to be left alone; he doesn’t need them taking care of him.

Thea looks up quickly, surprised by the sound of her father’s anger. Rowan regrets his tone immediately. Shooting her a wink and a smile, Rowan tries to calm his irritation. Lorcan means well; he’s just a pain in the ass about it. “I already told you that I was fine.”

This is a very long chapter… over 5500 words. I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for reading!

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The car ride to Elide’s apartment was silent. 

Aelin kept her eyes closed the entire time, trying very hard not to lose what she had managed to keep in her stomach. Because of today’s event Aelin had fallen behind on her anti-nausea tablets and she knew she would be paying for it. She just needed to get to Elide’s, that was her goal. Get to Elide’s apartment and then she could give up.

Elide drove into the car park of her apartment building and switched off the car and then said, “I hope you don’t mind but I called Aedion. I didn’t tell him anything, but I thought you might want to talk to him. Or not. I just thought you would want him.”

Tears sprang to her eyes. “Elide, you are too good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

Elide reached into the backseat and grabbed Aelin’s bag. “Ae, I’m sorry to say but you most definitely do.”

Aelin laughed, barely, then pushed her door open. By some godly design Aedion drove in just then. He managed to pull into a parking spot and get out of his car by the time Aelin had got out of the car and closed her door. His face was clouded with concern and he made his way straight to her. Aelin felt her control slipping, felt the pain she had been suppressing rising, it all fell apart completely as Aedion enclosed her in his arms. He just held her, letting her take comfort in his being there — like he always was when she needed him the most.

“What happened?” Aedion asked her, but Aelin’s only response was to grip him harder. Aedion swore and then asked Elide instead.

“It’s not for me to say,” Elide said then Aelin heard keys jingle. “Take her upstairs, I need to get some groceries.” There was a moment of silence then Elide said, “You stay with her until I get back. You hear me?”

“Yeah, of course,” Aedion said and then he pulled away then so that he could look at Aelin’s face. “What happened?”

Aelin shook her head, her nausea reaching breaking point. She needed to get upstairs. Now.

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note: here it is—the bottom! it’s a long(er) one. NN is usually around 2500wds, and this guy is at about 4100. all of the warnings apply: angst, depression, discussions of suicide. let’s do this, shall we?

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The dog days of summer hit Doranelle!

Aelin’s shades are big enough to cover her whole face as she traipses down the street one sunny, hot day in Wendlyn. If Aedion or Gavriel or, hell, her parents knew she was out alone right now, Aelin would be in a lot of trouble, but they never have to know if she doesn’t get caught, right?

Fuck. She’s definitely going to get caught. Chaol was many things, but bad at his job was not one of them. Aelin knows that she only managed to slip her way past him, thanks to the fact that he was passed out in her bed. Ress having the day was helpful too.

Aelin couldn’t remember the last time she went out on her own. So, she was going to be damn sure to make the most of it.

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note: i was able to pick a definitive stop to ch26, so here it is! i decided not to make you guys wait any longer after that angst fest last chapter. 27 may or may not come tomorrow. it’s tbd. :)

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Aelin Galathynius, seen in Doranelle!

Aelin returns to Rowan’s apartment twice before leaving. By some miracle, the reporters aren’t stalking his apartment complex when she arrives either time. Aelin guesses that it’s not as interesting to hound a widower as it is some international pop star—like her. Good thing that none of them have realized she’s back in town.

The first time she knocks, there’s no answer. Aelin doesn’t know if it’s because Rowan isn’t home, or if it’s due to the fact he’s ignoring her. She chooses to believe he isn’t home; Rowan never passes up an opportunity to fight with Aelin when he’s going through something. It always makes him feel better.

The alternative that Aelin’s officially succeeded at pushing the stubborn bastard away is too much to bear. Instead, she focuses on helping him, even if it’s just by annoying the shit out of him.

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click >  Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: Short & Sweet

A/N: Thank you for reading & being so sweet with all the love. xx

also, shoutout to @the-regal-warrior​ for helping me come up with a baby name…i love u.

Ooohhhh matey did I love writing this one.

This past week was something Elide had never, ever thought she would get the chance to experience. Ever.

When she’d opened her card on her 22nd birthday and two tickets to Disney World had fallen out Elide couldn’t believe it. She looked at Lorcan open mouthed and shocked.

From behind his back Lorcan had then produced a Disney Princess backpack full of bits and pieces, including a pair of Tangled inspired Minnie ears. Elide had grown up watching the adds for the Disney parks on the old VHS tapes, dreaming that one day she’d get to go.

Now here she was, standing in front of Cinderella’s castle waiting for the fireworks. Lorcan was standing behind her with his arms around her. She looked up him and smiled.

She would never had picked Lorcan as a theme park man, especially a Disney theme park man. But he’d fully committed. He had gone on every ride, watched every show and even had sat through a character breakfast.

Elide knew he’d done it all for her, but when Belle had said she liked his hair Lorcan had genuinely smiled and then posed for a photo. So Elide had an inkling that he loved it here too.

Lorcan looked down as if sensing Elide’s eyes on him. He smirked a little and Elide looked away quickly, blushing a little at being caught.

Elide looked at the castle. All lit up it looked magical before the show even started. Then she felt something rest on top her head. Reaching up her palm came into contact with Lorcan’s cheek.

“What are you doing?” Elide asked.

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head,” was his answer. “Absolutely perfect. It’s like your we’re made for me for this exact purpose.”

Elide rolled her eyes then she playfully shook off. She felt Lorcan chuckle behind her as he removed his head from hers.

“I’m glad I’m useful for something,” Elide said.

Then Lorcan’s lips were on her cheek and he whispered, “Oh I can think of a few others.”

Elide was about to quip back about the improper implications of his tone but the next moment the first firework went off, drawing Elide’s attention. As she watched with wide eyes she couldn’t help but smile in wonder.

What she didn’t know was that Lorcan barely saw a spark. He was too enraptured by the woman in his arms, the joy on her face making him the happiest man in the world.

I’m not going to distract you with notes. You’ve waited long enough.

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The hallway was silent as Rowan stormed over to the elevator, pushing the button much harder than needed. He braced his arm on the wall, his head pressing on his forearm. So many emotions were warring within him, it was making him feel sick. And angry. 

When he’d left Lorcan’s he had been determined to talk to Aelin, tell her about his past and the truth of why he couldn’t do this. But then she had touched him, so gently like she could soothe that raging battle within him. But it hadn’t, instead it had made him put his walls up, made him fight back when she offered him kindness. He had gripped the kitchen bench hard enough that his hands had hurt. But he did to stop himself from reaching for her, to stop him falling to his knees and begging for her forgiveness.The things he said should have never left his mouth, he had panicked and lashed out, he had made sure she would stay away from him by any means.

He was a gods-damned bastard.

His fist slammed against the wall just as the elevator doors opened. Rowan went to step inside, but he stopped.

What was he doing?

He’d been doing this too long, running from whatever took too much of him to deal with. It was how he’d ended but in Terrasen in the first place, running from his pain, his responsibilities. The reactions of an immature boy. That’s not what he wanted to be anymore, he had punished himself for long enough. It’s not what Aelin deserved. It what he deserved, and it had taken him years to realise it.

The elevator doors closed behind him as he walked away and back to their apartment.

A Throne of Glass, 1920s Period AU.

Summary: Orynth became Aelin Galathynius’s kingdom the moment the Prohibition began. She sang every night, the voice of the city’s underground world, her cousin selling the liquor that was banned by the authorities. She was living the dream, young and free, until the Cadre, until Rowan Whitethorn, came into her life.

Since Rowan Whitethorn returned from war, everything had changed. His aunt wants to take his crown, old enemies have returned as business partners, and he can’t sleep without feeling as if he’ll be suffocated by the memories of war. Little did he know that when he came back home he would be leaving one battlefield and entering another.

All characters belong to SJM. I am no more than a fan with a plot.

**Warning: mature content - language, alcohol use, drug use, sex, murders and shit.

A/N: And so it begins.

PS. I know I make typos from time to time….it’s okay for you to message me so that  I can correct them! I loathe proofreading. (:

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Rowan found Maeve in her office. 

Gavriel and Vaughan were there, too, in the large, empty room that served as their usual meeting space. They were, once again, going over the finances, making sure everything was in order.

It was quiet.

Almost peaceful.

Until Rowan came along, throwing open Maeve’s door and asking, “What the fuck are you doing?”