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Hi! Could you write Gavriel x reader??

Gavriel x Gnreader

Summary: You weren't a morning person really. But when it came down to your mate, you always enjoyed the extra few minutes of waking up early, just to muse over his beauty.

Author's note: Just thought of a cute little imagine. Give me a follow if you liked it<3

Mornings like these

Your eyes reluctantly peeled open to the soft rays of sunshine peeking through the blinds. Yawning a little, you burrowed yourself closer to your mate's body, so as not to wake him. His arm thrown protectively around you, immediately tightened, as if on reflux. Smiling to yourself, you lace your fingers through his.

It was quiet, lovely mornings like these that you cherished the most. The mornings when he woke up later than you, when you got to admire him in your arms, with little to no traces of the beast he was the night before. You grew to love this side of him more than ever.

For him, it took him quite some time to let down his guard, to be this vulnerable, even with you. You could never blame him though, for you have been through all of his despair together. You never left his side, even when the mating bond settled, reassuring him from time to time, that you were safe and that nothing could hurt you, with him by your side.

Slowly, he eased just enough to let himself rest from his past trauma. And when he felt like he couldn't escape the throes of his past, you were there with your mate, soothing the wounds on his heart. Soon, nightmares turned infrequent and sleeping became more peaceful. And along with that, mornings became something beautiful of shared warmth and tangled up sheets.

Moments like these with him, mattered deep and you weren't ready to let go of it just yet.

You turned around gently, as Gavriel stirred, pulling you impossibly closer, making you hyper aware of every inch of skin, that was in contact with his. Chuckling softly, you tilt your head to look up at his sleeping face.

He was so handsome. His hair had grown impressively longer since you had first met him. The trickling sunlight caught his golden lashes, making him look almost ethereal. Full lips that he had parted ever so slightly in sleep, begged your attention but you held yourself back. Instead you pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, where your head rested comfortably.

Sometimes when he didn't notice, you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming of this perfect fae as such, being yours. And you always thanked whatever forces that brought you two together.

Gavriel shifted a bit again as the sunshine became more prominent on his face, this time stretching himself and you knew he was awake by then.

"Morning love"

He blinked at you, a feline smile curving his lips.

"Good morning Beautiful. How do you feel?"

His morning voice caused a rush of warmth to your face, alongside the things he'd done to you the night before. Gavriel had taken his time with you while also being impossibly gentle. He had just come back from a trip and he had promised to show you how much he missed you. So he did.

You smiled back at him, simply knowing that being the thoughtful male he was, he would ask you this, the first thing in the morning.

"I feel amazing. YOU were amazing"

"Glad to hear", he said, stroking your back affectionately. His tawny-orange eyes seemed to glow when he looked at you, as if you held the secrets of the universe. It was very sweet to say the least.

You smoothened a finger across his cheek.

"I love you so much"

"So do I dove. You have no idea"

You had to tilt your head, as he went in for your lips covering it with his soft ones. "How are you so incredibly sexy and beautiful even in the morning?", He whispered between kisses.

You chuckled.

"I should be the one asking you love. Everyday I look at you, it's like looking at a beautiful painting come to life, in its truest form. I can never get enough of you"

He stretched his bare body above you, delicately placing kisses on your eyes, the tip of your nose, your cheeks and your mouth. His hand came to rest on your waist, as he kissed the hollow of your throat.

"My beautiful mate"

You led him back to your lips to kiss him with more passion, to convey more things that simply words cannot.

And so he obliged, turning the lazy morning into a busy one, with neither of you willing to part from each other to start with the day.

You never wanted the dawn of another day to end. Now and forever.

[acotartogfan]

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aelin: i can spell friends without “u”

[your-high-lady]

Realisation

AN: Hello, I reside in the lovely country of Aotearoa, more commonly known as New Zealand. That is why the way I've described school/high school differently. It is pretty similar to the US education system but just in case, here are a few guidelines:

-Year 13 is the last year in high school before we go to university. Primary=elemantary, intermediate/senior college=middle/high school.

-I've kinda mixed up the arrangement of the timetables in the US and NZ.

-None of this should cause you to rack your brain because you don't understand what's happening.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the beautiful Sarah J Mass.

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High School.

Ugh.

I stood three steps away from the threshold. Three steps forward and I would enter my first class in Year 13.

I didn't want to do it, but I also did. I wanted to finish high school so that I could go to college. Since I was thirteen, I'd wanted to just get it over with. Rush through primary, intermediate and then finally senior college. All so that I could fulfil my two dreams. Stanford University and a loving boyfriend. Cheesy, I know. But those were my dreams, deal with it. To study art at Stanford and to find a handsome boy there who would love and cherish me.

The second I knew I wanted to go there, I started saving up. And after five years of saving up every single note and coin I got, I'd finally done it. Yes, I would have to get a small-sized student loan and another loan from my parents(I insisted I give them back their money), but after all that money was put together, I would have enough for my first year plus tuition and then some. Once I settled in I would get a job or two and pay off the loans. It'd be perfect.

But to do those things, I had to finish high school first. So those three steps, I took.

—

Heading to my usual seat at the back, I took out my sketching book. I'd had a dream last of the sunset rising behind snow-capped mountains(I had no idea why) and wanted to get it down on paper before the picture got out my brain.

It barely took a minute before I was completely engrossed with my sketching. In fact, I got so occupied that I didn't realise how much time had passed before the bell rang. Jumping at the loud noise, I quickly shoved my sketching book into my bag and took out my maths book. But instead of taking the roll, the teacher called up a new student. "Tamlin, would you please come up here?" Miss Smith said to the golden-haired boy sitting two rows in front of me. He was quite handsome for his age. He was tan and muscled. I was willing to bet he was a jock, always playing basketball and football and all the other ball-sports. And weirdly enough, I had to resist a gasp when I saw his deep green eyes which were flecked with gold. They were quite pretty and unusual. Miss Smith flicked her red-gold over her shoulder. Everyone knew she was the school's slut-teacher. I shook my head in disgust, wondering why the heck the school still employed her. "Why don't you introduce yourself?" She asked, turning him to face the class. He looked over his shoulder at her, as if nervous, before turning to face the class. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. But he didn't look nervous. He looked as he didn't feel like standing up at the front of the class, as if he were some showpiece to stare at. Understandable. "Umm. My name is Tamlin. I come from Christchurch. My parents decided to move here because of the earthquakes. I love basketball, and was the captain back at home." Knew it.

"Oh, he's so hot. It's like I want to eat him," A sickeningly sweet voice whispered. I slowly, incredulously turned my head to the left to find Ianthe sitting in the chair beside me. If Miss Smith was the teacher-slut, Ianthe was the student-slut. Those two must have slept with at least seventy-five per cent of the school's boy population by now. Can't wait 'till I get to Stanford.

Thankfully, Miss Smith didn't take long to start the class after that.

—

Just because my school wanted to be different then the others, they decided that instead of having a new class for every subject, there will be just one group of students and they will, together, move around to each class. This meant that I had to spend the rest of the day looking at and hearing Ianthe lust over Tamlin. I was the first student out of class when the bell for morning tea rung.

—

Ring!

I smiled to myself. Finally, lunchtime. As I was packing my bag, I heard Ianthe approach Tamlin, followed by her menagerie of friends. "Hey, Tamlin." She purred, twirling her blonde hair around a manicured finger. She had the Look. Mor and I had come up with the term a year or so ago. Whenever she was trying to woo someone or not-so-subtly inviting them to bed, she got the Look. Her eyes glazed and her voice became all breathy, with her skin seeming to glow with arousal. It was disgusting. I pitied Tamlin. "Do you want to come to my pool party tonight? There'll be food, booze, girls." She practically drawled the last part. She had a finger rapidly sliding down his t-shirt covered chest. Tamlin caught before it could go beneath his pants. To my surprise, Ianthe let out the tiniest of whimpers. Tamlin had such a tight grip, her fingers had gone white. "No thank you." He said, smiling tightly, just as his eyes flickered in my direction, sensing my gaze. I blinked and quickly looked down, but not before seeing his lips twitch up in a small smile. I quickly hurried out of the classroom.

I was in third in line, in the cafeteria, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder to find him there. He put his hand out for a handshake, "Tamlin."

My eyes widened before I got them under control. "Feyre," I breathed, taking his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Feyre." His smile was blinding. No one had ever made me this nervous before. I wished Mor or Nesta were here. Or even Elain. But Mor had taken the day off because she was sick. Nesta and Elain were down in Dunedin, studying literature and botany. So that left me. Alone. In front of the most beautiful man, I'd ever seen.

"N-nice to meet you, too." Why, why, why did I have to be such an introvert; why couldn't I be like Mor, all outgoing and loud and confident?

The smile grew, brightening up his face. My breath caught in my throat. "You needn't be so nervous. I'm not going to bite you or anything." I wish you would. His eyebrows rose. Shit, did I say that aloud? He nodded. I clamped my hand over my mouth. I really need to get my mouth under control. He chuckled, took my hand, and kissed my palm. A jolt of electricity ran through my body when his lips came in contact with my skin. It was a surprise enough that I snatched my hand from his, and spun around, probably hitting Tamlin in the face with my hair. The person in front of me was paying for his food. As the cafeteria lady came to serve me, I heard a light chuckle behind. I was unable to suppress my own small grin.

—

Ten and a half months later

Life was amazing, after that.

The week after the meeting, Tamlin sat with me in each class and during break time. He came with me to the art room when I felt like painting, or to the library when I needed to pick up or return a book. He stayed by my side the whole time.

And during all this, I got glares from Ianthe. The whole time, I could feel her rage coming off her in waves. Big, giant tidal waves.

Multiple times, she tried to take Tamlin away. But every time she asked, he turned her down, saying that he would rather spend time with me. I laughed every time, partly because of the expressions that would cross her face, but more because of Tamlin. Every time he told Ianthe no, he would add a word at the end. For example, "No Ianthe, I would rather spend time with the beautiful Feyre." "No thank you, I much rather appreciate the company of pretty Feyre, here." For the first few times, I blushed, looking away. But then it got funny, and I kinda wanted Ianthe to hit on him if only to hear what word he would use.

It was magic. I'd never felt like this. But I'd read about it. This is what I wanted. It was one of my dreams: a beautiful boy who would love and cherish me.

One week after that, he asked me out.

Two and a half weeks after that, he asked me to be his girlfriend.

One week after that, Ianthe stopped chasing Tamlin and upped the level of her death stares that she was still giving me. She tried to spread rumours about me, but every time they got out of hand, Tamlin shut them down. Either with his bold voice or hard fists.

Eight and a half months after that, we had sex. Were it for him, we would've done it long ago, but I wanted to wait. It was my first time. I couldn't help it; I was nervous. But I couldn't have asked for anything better than what he gave me. It was heavenly. For the first time, I felt like a real teenager, doing things that were normal at my age. Parties, drinking, sex. Of course, the only person I actually had sex with was Tamlin, and I was careful to stay away from the bad stuff like smoking and drugs, despite Tamlin pushing me towards those things. Mum would kill me if I ever did that stuff. Though it did surprise me a bit that Tamlin was into this stuff, what with him being a basketball player and all.

But that's not the point. The point is that I achieved one of my dreams. Yeah, it didn't go exactly as I had planned it, but I'd always believed everything happened for a reason. As did meeting Tamlin.

AN: Please review, it really helps me with motivation. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter is going to be a lot more moving, trust me. Thanks for reading.You may find it surprising(but that not much) where I plan to take this story. Just know that ship Feysand and that this chapter is necessary for the story.

Rowaelin fanfiction:

[hotterthanfire-colderthanice]

Thank you, Sarah, for these seven books, that have taken me through dark places where I’d never thought to see another light. Aelin and her court, their love and loyalty and hardships, were that light for me. I have gobbled up these books, this series, with reckless abandon every time. I have put down other books in the midst of reading them to read yours. I have spent hours upon hours absorbing it all, imagining it, allowing you to take me on this sprawling adventure. You sparked a passion in me that won’t soon fade, and for that I am forever grateful.

It has truly been a gift. All of it.

[cloudywriter]

camp staghorn - 3

alright, i had hoped for chapter 3 to be longer but then i decided to split it up for the sake of the flow. as i’ve been writing too things have naturally changed so i didn’t intend for this whole chapter to be in rowan’s view so now my summary isn’t exactly an excerpt but hope that’s okay. anyway enjoy! 

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Rowan was quickly realizing the grave error he had made in aggravating this girl. He thought she might throw a bit of a fit after getting flour dumped on her head in front of the whole camp but she took it upon herself to retaliate that very day.

That was how Rowan ended up with his campers 30 minutes late to the bonfire. His shoes were soaked through with muddy creek water and sloshed with every step he took. Even his socks were drenched and it was the worst feeling in the world. 

He had tried to jump up on the line a few times and let gravity pull the dinners back towards them but it didn’t seem to weigh enough. Thus, Rowan had to sacrifice his shoes in order to untie the bag directly from the zipline where it rested above the stream. 

His campers were both amused by the feud but also put out by having to wait for their dinners and be late to the bonfire. Rowan just trudged along, silently fuming, following the orange flames that flickered through the trees in the distance. His shoes making a disgusting squish with every step he took.

When Rowan and his campers finally appeared, obviously late, Aelin turned around from her spot on a makeshift log bench and gave him a dazzling smile, clearly proud of her work. It took Rowan a bit by surprise with the light from the fire reflecting back in her blue eyes and illuminating her face, she looked beautiful. He had thought so even the day before but then she opened her big mouth and blatantly cheated during the mud race and her angelic appeal took on a different form.  

Rowan just huffed and gave her a withering glare before perching himself on another log facing the opposite way. Maybe if she wasn’t such a piece of work they could’ve gotten along fine enough and been civil.

It was then that Fenrys came and plopped himself right beside Rowan. “Hey, man,” he greeted, energetic as usual despite the darkening sky. Fenrys was always sunshine come to life, happy but insufferable, unable to take anything seriously. Rowan was a little more tense in nature, a loner by heart, he only needed someone to make him come to life.

“Hey,” Rowan grunted. “What happened?” Fenrys inquired. 

“Aelin happened,” he responded with a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Aelin? She’s still bothering you?” 

“Yeah, she fucking tied our dinners to one of the ziplines and left a note covered in hearts.”

Fenrys was laughing his ass off, of course, always willing to capitalize off of Rowan’s misery. He tried to give Rowan a pat on the back but he shoved his hand away. 

“C’mon man, you can’t let her win like this. Get her back,” Fenrys pressed. 

Up until this point, Rowan hadn’t considered rectifying her actions. He was too caught up in the state of his shoes and getting his campers back to the bonfire to even think past his annoyance. 

“Okay, I got a plan for you. You go to her camp’s cabin and loosen all their facets so when they turn on the sinks they fly off and water sprays everywhere.”

It was brilliant thinking Rowan had to admit but his plan had a few holes that Rowan voiced. “When am I supposed to do that? I don’t even know her cabin number.”

“Those are easy fixes, dude. Go to the map outside the dining hall, all the cabins are labeled with which camp numbers are where and you know she’s number 6,” Fenrys explained. 

Rowan nodded along, surprised Fenrys was more observant than he was in this instance. “And you should go now. I’ll keep track of her and if she ever starts wondering over your way I’ll make a distraction,” Fenrys continued. 

“What are you going to do that isn’t outright suspicious?” Fenrys wasn’t exactly subtle. 

Fenrys shrugged, “I’ll just flirt with her. I mean, she’s hot anyway I was going to try to get her number one way or another. Plus, I’m practically irresistible.” Rowan wasn’t sure why he felt slightly irked by Fenrys’s strategy but he shoved the brief feeling aside.

“Get a move on before it’s too late,” Fenrys persisted, getting up to keep an eye on Aelin as he promised. Rowan did as told and slipped into the shadows, ready to execute his plan. 

By the time Rowan made it outside cabin 3B it had been at least 15 minutes, he was a little embarrassed to admit he got a bit lost on the dimly lit forest trail. He opened the main door and screen door with a creak, internally cringing as he did so, though no one was around.

The cabin was much tidier than Rowan’s own. The girls' belongings were organized and the beds were neatly made. Rowan quickly located the bathroom and flipped on the lights, hoping that no suspicion would be drawn. 

The bathroom counter had three sinks and various toiletries scattered around the counter. Rowan spotted a collection of hair and skin products and just knew they belonged to Aelin, he didn’t think any 12-year-old girls were using those. 

He left the toiletries alone though, that wasn’t his mission. He had only loosened one of the facets when he heard muffled voices outside the cabin. 

Rowan quickly shut off the lights and darted behind one of the shower curtains that shielded three showers in the back of the bathroom. The cabin’s door squeaked open and Rowan could make out Fenrys’s voice from the outside, pleading with Aelin. 

“Aelin, c’mon, we could go back to my cabin for some fun, you know.” Rowan could sense the underlying panic in his teasing tone. 

“Oh, go away you horn dog and take a hint,” he could hear the eye roll in Aelin’s voice too. 

Footsteps sounded, striding towards the bathroom and Rowan tried to quiet his breathing. His heart was beating out of his chest, he really did not want to be found in the girls’ cabin. As innocent as what he was doing was it certainly looked suspicious. The lights flipped on and Rowan cringed, silently praying to whatever would listen. 

Aelin hummed a little and a facet turned on. Judging by the lack of screams at least it wasn’t the sink Rowan had just tampered with. He dared a peek through the sliver of space between the curtain and the shower’s tile wall. Aelin was at a sink, washing her hands that seemed to be covered with chocolate and marshmallow residue, looks like he was missing s’mores. 

Just as quickly as Aelin appeared, she left. Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally calming in his chest. He was just so goddamn lucky she hadn’t started taking a shower or something, Rowan would’ve definitely combusted on the spot. 

Rowan slipped out from behind the curtain after a few minutes of waiting, ensuring that the coast was truly clear. He quickly loosened the remaining facets and hurried back to the bonfire before any suspicion could arise.

+++

Rowan woke his camp early the next morning despite their protests. He played it off as wanting the premium breakfast selections before everyone else took them but truly he didn’t want to miss Aelin’s reaction to his little jest.

He expected it would happen in the morning when everyone was getting up and ready to start the day and he wanted front row seats.

As Rowan entered the dining hall he was immediately met with his failure of a lookout, Fenrys. 

“I’m sorry, I swear, dude, I pulled out all the charm and she still just kept walking, complaining about her hands being sticky,” Fenrys tried to desperately explain. Rowan just shook his head and brushed it off, reassuring Fenrys there was no harm done. However, if Aelin had found him he probably would’ve had Fenrys’s head by now. 

Rowan was disappointed by Aelin and her camp’s absence throughout breakfast but he realized it was still early and at least three camps were yet to appear. He tapped his fingers on the table and impatiently waited, thrumming with anticipation.

At last, he sighed and made his way outside to dispose of his food in the big trash can. As he was making the short trip back into the dining hall incessant stomping from behind had him turning around and he smiled like the Chesire Cat. 

He could tell by her face that Aelin was positively seething. She was still dressed in her pajamas, a large t-shirt dwarfing her frame but it was soaked from her collar bones down. The ends of her hair were a deep golden blonde, wet and dripping with sink water. 

She stopped face to face with him and shoved the detached facet into his chest with a force that should not have been humanly possible. Rowan almost stumbled back a step but kept with his facade, outwardly admiring his handy work. 

“Fix it, you dick,” she hissed in his face, lacing her arms across her chest. 

“What seems to be the problem, princess?” 

“Oh, don’t play stupid right now and come screw it back on or I will drag you there by your ear.”

Rowan was weirdly turned on. With her face so close to his and the tension in the air was as taut as a freshly tuned guitar string, he was struggling to breathe properly. Aelin stirred him like no other, she was a walking wildfire, burning bright and utterly uncontained. 

Rowan terminated his inner monologue and gestured for her to lead the way. Aelin huffed, spinning on her heel and marching the path back to her cabin. 

Rowan actually had to work to keep pace with this girl and he was an athlete, constantly practicing or on a field for one sport or another. Aelin breezed through the forest trail never stumbling on rocks or stray roots even with her heavy steps that communicated her frustration clearly. 

When they reached the cabin door, Aelin entered and let the door fall behind her despite knowing Rowan was only a couple of steps back. He huffed and pushed open the door once more. The cabin was empty, likely Aelin had sent the girls to get breakfast while she dealt with Rowan’s antics. 

Aelin stood expectantly in the bathroom.

“Do you need to watch?” Rowan questioned.

“Well, someone has to make sure you don’t put it back on and twist the handles off while you’re at it,” Aelin explained coldly, her arms still crossed, her stance daring him to challenge her. 

Rowan only gave her a bitter scoff and effortlessly screwed the facet back into place. “Look at that, good as new, now was that so hard?” He definitely enjoyed taunting her. 

“Save it smartass, now I might not even get breakfast.”

Aelin stomped back to the countertop and squirted some toothpaste onto her brush, reaching out to turn on another sink. Rowan’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.

“Wait, Ae-” 

It was too late. The damage was done and once again Aelin was being showered as water sprayed through the crack in the loosened pipes. 

“ROWAN!” She screeched but Rowan was already reaching over and twisting the handle back so the water would stop running. 

“What the fuck! You did it to all of them!” Aelin’s face was flushed with anger and her eyes were blazing. 

“I tried to warn you!” Rowan attempted to defend himself but Aelin didn’t look convinced. Rowan snatched a white towel off of the drying rack and wrapped it around her shoulders. That’s when Rowan recognized what he was doing, swaddling the soaked girl in a towel, breaching a new territory altogether. They made eye contact. Aelin’s face was relaxed and she regarded him with a soft, perplexed expression. 

Rowan removed his hands from where they were holding the towel together and cleared his throat. “You probably want to change,” he suggested lamely.  

“Uh, yeah.” With that, Aelin exited the bathroom and dug through her bag for a change of clothes while Rowan tightened the remaining sinks awkwardly, putting his prank to a rest. 

Once Rowan had finished he slipped out of Aelin’s cabin while she continued to get ready. When he arrived back at the dining hall he noticed breakfast was quickly coming to a close and a kernel of guilt panged through him. His goal hadn’t been to starve her by forcing her to miss breakfast. 

Rowan grabbed an apple and recognized a girl with long, deep brown hair and brown eyes sitting at a nearby table, a girl Rowan often saw accompanying Aelin. He approached her and cleared his throat to capture her attention, she shifted in her seat to face the noise. 

“Can you, uh, give this to Aelin when she comes?” He asked, holding out the red apple. 

“Yeah, sure,” the girl said kindly, taking the apple from his hand. 

With that, Rowan went back outside to find wherever his campers had journeyed off to in their free time. Along with him followed an abundance of contradicting feelings. 

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i gave them a lil moment - aelin will stab him in the back again tho don’t worry.

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[singing-stars]

Lysandra: What's the best part of being married?

Aelin: Getting to scream 'THAT'S MY HUSBAND' and knocking someone out in one punch

Rowan:

Lysandra:

Aelin: and love I guess

[lectophile]

Maybe this is just me because I'm a writer, but my favorite, favorite thing to read is characters gutting people, cutting them down like stalks of wheat, and making them wish they had never been born with words—just words.

Maybe that's one of the reasons I love Nesta and Aelin and Elide and Manon so much out of all of SJM's female characters. They don't need brute power to dismember you, all they need is to say a word and you're done.

P.S.: There are so many TOG women I absolutely adore, these ones were always just so fun to read in this regard.

[hunt-godsdamn-athalar]

Aelin: I would die for you.

Rowan: Yesterday you said you would die for a single potato chip, so I don't feel that special.

Aelin: I'd... Live for you?...

[rosesandglass]

Hello! This is a Rowaelin AU somewhat based off an incident that occurred at the bookstore I work in. I haven't come up with a title yet. I hope you like it!

Aelin breathed in the smell of Earl Grey and new books. She took small sip from the steaming mug in her hands and gazed out the window at the quiet cobblestone street. Elide’s mug lay untouched on the counter beside her, its owner too absorbed in her work to notice her tea was getting cold. The gentle tapping of the keyboard as Elide replied to emails regarding an upcoming event interrupted the silence that had settled across the bookstore. Probably just as well, as Aelin’s ears were still ringing following the hectic afternoon rush. At least business was good. 

After a few more peaceful minutes of silence, Elide spoke up. “So, I’ve almost got things sorted for tomorrow’s book launch. The author should get here around 9.30am, which means we’ve got half an hour to show him around and make him feel welcome before the event actually begins.”

“This is the guy who wrote that action-adventure thriller crime thing, right?”

Elide shook her head and sighed, even as a smile tugged at her lips. “His name is Rowan Whitethorn and his book is one of the most highly anticipated releases of the year. So be nice.”

Aelin scoffed and opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Elide cut her off. “Besides, over two-hundred people are attending this event, and we’re going to be conducting the interview together, so at least pretend to know what his novel is about.” 

Aelin blinked. “Two hundred… Why on earth would that many people pay money just to see some entitled average-looking middle-aged guy with no sense of fashion talk about himself for an hour?”

Elide raised her brows. “You didn’t read the article about him that was in last week’s paper, did you? Or see the attached photo?” 

“No, why?” 

Elide hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “No reason.” She walked around the counter and pulled a copy of Whitethorn’s book from the shelf. As she handed it to Aelin, she said, “But at least read some of the book before tomorrow, or Emrys will have your head.”

Emrys was the owner of the bookstore, a kind and generous man with whom Aelin got along splendidly, so he would most certainly not ‘have her head’, but Aelin took the book from Elide anyway. “Fine, but I make no promises about liking it. All of these types of books are basically the same. Boring. No substance.”

“Well, that is called prejudice, and it is generally frowned upon.”

Aelin rolled her eyes and smiled, but gave no reply.

Despite her reservations, Aelin planned to be true to her word and give the book a fair go. However, that evening, as she curled up on her couch beneath her fuzzy blanket and turned to the first page, she heard a knocking at her front door. Groaning slightly, she got up and waddled over to the door, still wrapped in her blanket. She opened it, and was greeted with Lysandra, her best friend, looking particularly gorgeous in a black lace top and short black skirt, hair unbound and falling over her shoulders in stylish waves. Lysandra grinned at her. “Get ready, we’re going out.”

 Aelin raised an eyebrow. “Nice to see you to.”

Lysandra rolled her eyes. “Sorry, let me start again.” She cleared her throat. "Dearest Aelin, would you do me the tremendous honour of accompanying me downtown so that we might go dancing and consume copious amounts of alcohol at the nearest dubious establishment?” She topped it off with a small bow accompanied by a flourishing hand movement. 

Aelin smiled at Lysandra’s dramatics. “Well… since you asked so nicely.” Truth be told, she and Lysandra hadn’t had a night out together for a long time, as they had both been busy with their respective jobs. This might be just what she needed. “Just let me go and get ready.”

When Aelin stumbled back into her apartment in the early hours of the morning and then tumbled into her bed, alcohol racing through her system, she gave no thought to the book still lying on her living room table, unread. 

[angee1011]

Okay but like did Empire of Storms have to go that hard???????????

I feel a thousand different emotions and my heart is just wrecked beyond belief

[readerxlovestay]

Fe!reader x Aedion Ashryver

Request: Aedion meets with his pregnant mate, after returning back from war. They have a touching moment after feeling the baby kick for the first time.

T/w: None

Ref: Y/n - Your name

H/c - Hair colour

Author's note: I'm back and I'll be posting again yay.

Aedion:

Aedion tore through the war camp, discarding any of his remaining blood crusted leathers outside, before entering his own tent. He should get home fast, now that the damn war was over. Five months. He had to go through five months of absolute torture of being separated from his lovely, pregnant mate. Is she well? Is she taking enough rest? Is the babe fine? He could not take away his mind from her.

Even though he received letters regularly from his mate in Terrasen, and he wrote back a few whenever he could, it still hurt him that he couldn't be with her for one of the most biggest things of their lives. He wanted to take care of his mate, be there for every step in their newfound love and see his mate's eyes sparkle with happiness everytime he lovingly caressed her belly. He wanted to go back and give her all of his love, for the lost five months, hold her tight and never let go again.

And so he wanted to get on with his work and leave for home, to his mate, as soon as possible. Thankfully, there has only been a minimal amount of damage to his army, therefore The Bane was easily able to defeat the other side and gain victory in a matter of days.

Cleaning himself up in the small bath set in the corner of his tent, he glanced at the small ornate box where he stored all his mate's lovely handwritten letters. His lips pulled into a smile. The most recent one he got from her was two weeks ago.

"Recently, Aelin has been too fussy with me. She keeps asking me how the babe is and how I am feeling, once in every two seconds. This morning I had to hide in the gardens to escape from being coddled by her and when she found me, I was lectured for almost an hour and I thought my ears would bleed. I can really see why some of you call her mother hen. I can't take it anymore Aedion, I think I'm going mad, please come back soon so I can end this monstrosity", it read.

Maybe I shouldn't tell her that it was me who asked Aelin to take care of her in my absence, he thought with a laugh.

He sent a sliver of warmth through the mating bond, missing y/n's presence. He sighed. Just a little bit more longer, he thought. Then I'll get to see her again.

Y/n:

You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror.

H/c waves fell from the half braid on your head, framing your beautiful face with a flourish. Your eyes were lined with kohl and soft shadows dusted over your eyelids, giving your eyes the attention that they deserved. The light blue gown you wore, pooled around your feet, bathing you in satin.

Absent mindedly you rest your hand on your protruding belly as you smile to yourself, feeling giddy. Somehow, you went five months without being with him, patiently, and yet you weren't able to contain yourself for another hour. Truth to be told, it was painful for you to be separated from him during these crucial days of hormonal changes and needs. Sure, Aelin was a huge help as much as a mother hen she was, no one could fill the space that Aedion created. You desperately needed him every month when you entered another stage of pregnancy. You craved his presence, his reassuring words and most of his sensual touch. No one could make you feel like he did.

Slowly standing up from the chair, you move to the door daintily. You couldn't just stay in your room anymore, even though you had been carefully instructed by Aelin to rest until your mate arrived. You shrug to yourself. You would be fine. Besides, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have the energy to get out of bed anyway after Aedion arrives.

Blushing, you made your way downstairs.

Aedion:

He was finally here. He was back in Terrasen. His gait was steady as he made his way to the Throne Room. Although his mate was the only thought in his mind, he had a duty to his Queen. He would meet his mate right after reporting the status of his soldiers and the battle to Aelin.

Walking inside the Throne Room, he expected no welcome of sorts. After all, he was an Army General and being away on duty was his job. But what he didn't expect was, the room filled with the people he was close with, congratulating him on his little heir on the way. Lorcan, Elide, Lysandra, Fenrys, even Chaol and Yrene.

Aelin and Rowan were the one of the first ones to meet him.

"The Bane has been able to-"

"Hush"

Aelin shushed him.

"You're back after five months, and this is not the first thing I wanna hear from you"

"Where is the responsible Queen now?" Aedion laughed as she smiled at him.

"Y/n has been missing you like crazy"

He smiled back at her. "Where is Y/n?"

"Here", Y/n's voice echoed.

He turned around to watch the crowd part, to reveal his mate.

His mate smiled softly at him. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the golden light of the sun. His breath hitched as he took in her beautiful form and her hand resting protectively on her stomach. Y/n. He immediately went towards her, everyone else forgotten.

Mate. Mate. Mate. His bond sang with anticipation and longing.

Y/n looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Aedion"

He carefully pulled her into his arms at once. "My beautiful wife", he said smoothing down the back of her head. "I finally get to hold you again"

She sniffled but said nothing, tentatively wrapping her arms around his form. She looked up. Aedion kissed the top of her head and her forehead as she did so.

"I missed you", she said, tightening her hold around him. He said nothing as he gently caressed her face, brushing away the few tears that escaped her eyes.

"Love, you have no idea"

He tilted her face to his as he kissed her lips slowly, gently, as if she would break if held too tight.

On the contrary, her lips were desperate to show how bad she wanted this, him. Her arms entwined behind his head. He couldn't help but run his hands down her body as he countered her kiss, immediately wanting her under him panting, and crying out his name.

But he had something else to do, before anything.

He pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers. "Love"

She looked back at him breathless, with a light dusting of blush on her face.

Oh how incredibly sexy she looked right then.

"I love you", she whispered.

His hand caressed her belly. "Guess I would have to love you twice more now" She giggled as he kissed the tip of her nose. He bent down to her stomach.

"My little one, dad's here and he's never letting you and mama alone" He kissed her tummy, feeling the little thumps of his heir's heartbeat. He felt like he had never heard such a sweet sound.

Leaning his cheek against his mate, he smiled, eager to hear more of his infant.

The little heartbeat that he heard again, felt like a ray of sunshine for him..

"You're gonna be my beautiful bundle of joy, just like your mama", he said, gently running his hands down her tummy.

Just as he was about to pull away, he felt a little press against his cheek, from the inside. Y/n gasped. He tried to stand up straight but his mate pushed him back against her stomach.

"Love what is it? Are you alright?", Aedion was concerned.

She looked awestruck.

"The babe just kicked"

His eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, eyes glistening. "For the first time"

He leaned back against her. "Little one, did you just kick your mama?"

Another little shove against his cheek. He laughed lightly, eyes filling up. "Guess that's a yes"

He looked up at his mate. The gorgeous being that made their love ten times better by carrying their child.

He hugged her middle. "Y/n I love you"

She laughed running her hands through his long, blond hair. "Twice more?"

"Twice more, thrice more, maybe even as big as the stars are"

She giggled.

He kissed her tummy before rising up. She smiled up lovingly at him. "I love you Aedion"

He took her back into his arms.

"I know you do", he said kissing her once again, this time sneaking in some of the passion he had been reigning in, for the sake of others.

Others.

That reminded him.

He pulled away abruptly to look around, only to find the room empty, and his mate laughing at him.

"Oh sweetheart, they left a long while ago"

He smiled at her laughing form, fondly.

"I will get back to them all later. For now, we both have unfinished business to attend to"

She paused to delicately raise a single eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"This"

He dove in for her lips again, this time wild and with no restraints. Her knees went slightly weak and he swung her legs up in his arms, carrying her out, bridal-style, still kissing her. Her soft lips parted, seeking out the clash of tongues and teeth.

He gave in to her desires, carrying her all the way to their room, in the mostly empty castle, the few people seeing them, diverting their gazes, smiling.

Soon they were both back on their shared beds, clothes discarded somewhere in the room along the way, where they stayed for most of the day, cherishing and loving each other for all the five months they'd lost. He was back where his heart belonged.

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could you do #2 Rowaelin por favor??

Baby, You’re Like Lightning in a Bottle

Inspired by: ‘I Like Me Better’ cover by Jaehyun.

Prompt: You’re just as bad as the rest of them.”

I recommend listening to ‘Best Part’ by Daniel Caesar, ‘Electric Love’ by BØRNS, ‘Welcome to New York’ by Taylor Swift, and ‘I Like Me Better’ by Lauv. (in that particular order, although I don’t know how fast y’all read.)

“Psst, Rowan. Wake up,” Aelin gently shook her partner-in-crime awake. Said male muttered something unintelligible and rolled away from her, legs becoming tangled in the sheets. Aelin wrinkled her nose in annoyance and shook him harder.

“Aelin, what do you need? It’s─”

“Do you want to climb the Brooklyn Bridge with me?”

“It’s one in the morning, Aelin. What business do you have climbing─”

“Okay, it’s settled. We’re going. ” she chirped.

Rowan groaned.

A half hour later, Aelin pulled a sleepy Rowan out of their apartment, jamming the button on the elevator. He muttered a low string of curses.

“Where are we supposed to get breakf─”

“I have them packed in my backpack, here.” Aelin turned around and patted said backpack cheerfully.

Rowan only scrubbed at his face tiredly. “Do you happen to have coffee with you?”

Aelin reached into her backpack and pulled out a thermos that looked way too big for the size of the backpack. Rowan gratefully accepted it, flicking it open without any preamble and gulped down the warm drink, feeling the liquid stream into his throat. Aelin’s voice snapped him out of his listless state. She pulled him by the arm into the elevator forcefully, almost causing him to choke on his drink.

“Wait─”

“Let’s go.”

Rowan couldn’t argue as he allowed himself to be dragged into the elevator, and back out again once they had reached the ground floor. Aelin skipped happily in front of him while he stumbled out, nearly managing to trip on his feet while doing so. Two hours of sleep could do that to a person.

Aelin practically threw open the doors to their apartment building, and a cold wind swept through the foyer, whooshing into Rowan’s lungs. The opened doors revealed a cacophony of sounds, blurring lights, and the wide expanse of the night sky.

“Ready?” Aelin took his hand, looking back and beamed, her expression brightening up the dark room. Rowan’s mood instantly lifted─ she was like his personal brand of serotonin. She brought joy.

“As I’ll ever be.”

New York was called the Sleepless City for a reason, Rowan realized now.  The city truly, never slept. Even in the early hours of the morning, (or what Aelin liked to call morning), there was no shortage of cars speeding on highways and no hesitation to honk loudly at others.

Hand in hand, Aelin and Rowan strolled through downtown, eating croissants Aelin had packed for the road. The hazy light from the overhead street lamps illuminated the sidewalk enough that the pair could see where they were walking. The cold night breeze ruffled through Rowan’s hair and he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply.

A voice interrupted his reverie. “What are you thinking about?” A curious voice beside him asked.

“Oh, nothing really. It’s nice to be outside at this time of day.”

Aelin hummed in agreement, then realized he was joking. She shoved his arm, and he fell to the side, his laughter ringing throughout the empty sidewalks. “Ugh,” she rolled her eyes and Rowan chuckled. “Stop it,” she laughed, despite herself and this only made Rowan laugh harder.

Eventually, they both ended up gasping for breath, clutching their chests and laughing some more at random intervals. Once finally having regained their breath, they continued along, occasionally pointing out personal landmarks. “See there,” Aelin pointed to a dimly lit bench by the riverside. “Remember that really good donut we had?” Rowan chuckled. “And then that seagull snatched it out of your hands.”

“That was an accident! It happened in a split second! I had no control whatsoever.” she squawked indignantly.

Rowan cracked a smile.

The pair chatted comfortably, with, of course, occasional bouts of laughter filling the space. Aelin suddenly skidded to a halt. The wall of buildings had finished, leaving only the riverside, and, the Brooklyn Bridge. “There it is!” she pointed. Its lights were shining brightly, the river’s reflections rippling and bouncing its light back and off. Cars and freight trains honked loudly on its belly, all while the bridge stood mighty and strong. It was truly a sight to behold.

Aelin beamed at the bridge and raised her head to breathe in the crisp night air.

Her smile alone brought him joy. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards involuntarily.

Aelin turned around, laughing─ and grabbed Rowan’s hand before he had a chance to react─ pulling him closer towards the bridge.

Rowan laughed along with her and let himself be dragged to their destination.

The pair arrived, breathless, at the start of the bridge. Aelin purposely stepped onto the divide between the concrete of ground and the cement of the bridge, where there was a clear line between the two shades of grey. A smile graced her lips.

Rowan followed her movement. Clasping hands, they gazed towards the top of the bridge. Dazed by adrenaline, he asked, “How are we going to get up there?” He was expecting a practical answer.

Aelin, being Aelin, simply responded with: “We climb.”

Rowan’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. “W-what?”

She had to be kidding.

“Yep! I did this once in graduate school,” she answered confidently. “It’s easy.”

“B-but-”

“No if’s, and’s, or but’s! Let’s get going!” She skipped ahead.

There was no way this was happening. “Aelin, slow down. Let’s think this through. Be reasonable-”

“Why be reasonable when you can be impulsive? It takes all the fun out of it!” She laughed.

Aelin jogged ahead, leaving Rowan to trail behind. She raised her head to look at the cables supporting the bridge, counting them, apparently, as she walked.

“I remember it was the 11th cable from the start…”

“Aelin…” he tried.

“Or was it the fourteenth?” She paused to think for a second. “Ah, nevermind. I’ll just call her.”

“It’s two in the morning!”

The phone was already ringing. Rowan sighed and shook his head.

Aelin raised the phone to her ear. A sleepy voice answered from the other end. “Aelin?”

“Heyyy! How’ve you been? Remember when we climbed the Brooklyn Bridge in graduate school? Do you remember which cable to start climbing from?”

Aelin didn’t leave any time for the other person on the phone to answer her questions.

Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

“Uhhh… I believe it was the eighth one. Be careful, please.” The person on the other end sounded flustered at first, but seemed to collect themselves quickly.

“I will! Let’s catch up for coffee sometime! It was nice talking to you again! Goodnight!”

Aelin hung up. “So she said it was the eighth cable.” Walking a little further, she reached it. “Oh! Found it!”

“I really don’t think it’s a good-”

“Trust me! It’ll be fun. You won’t regret it, I promise.” She winked at him.

Rowan felt something flutter in his chest.

And, all of a sudden, Aelin was climbing.

Realizing nothing was going to stop her, he followed. “Wait for me!”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin looked back from where she was already standing on the wires. “Well, hurry up then!” she huffed. An unexpected wave of excitement swept through him, leaving him slightly breathless.

Rowan rolled his eyes. “I’m coming.”

Turns out, climbing the Brooklyn bridge was a lot easier than expected. They ascended quite quickly, climbing the three large metal poles that connected the frames of the bridge together. There were even “railings” as Aelin liked to call them, on either side of each pole so they could hold on to them. It was like the bridge was made for climbing. The idea shocked him. He sounded like Aelin.

Eventually, they both reached the top of the bridge, breathless and wide-eyed. Rowan inhaled a shaky breath. He did not like heights. And it didn’t help that Aelin liked to tease him about it every chance she got. He rolled his eyes involuntarily at the thought of it.

The chilly night air blew about the two, and they stepped off their respective poles and sat down together on the flat surface of the bridge’s frame. Aelin produced a giant blanket from the inside of her backpack, leaving Rowan to wonder how she got it to fit in there in the first place and still have room for other things.

“Here.” Aelin patted the spot beside her on the blanket. Rowan hadn't even realized he had zoned out. Now, they finally had a chance to gaze upon the spectacular view of the city. It was truly breathtaking.

The city that never sleeps.

New York City held true to its name.

The city spread out like a fan, lights twinkling for as far as the eye could see as cars raced loudly below them. The large expanse of the night sky seemed to keep watch of the city and all its twinkling lights. It was almost as if the difference between the sky and the city was undistinguishable. At least, that’s how it seemed to him.

Rowan inhaled a lungful of crisp air. “The air is so much cleaner up here.”

Aelin giggled softly. “Away from all of the pollution down there, I guess,” she mockingly gestured with distaste to the honking cars below them.

Rowan laughed, the sound filtering through the air. The city seemed so far away, yet only a hands-breadth away. Adrenaline hurtled through his veins. Turning his head to look at Aelin, he caught a glimpse of her grin. A radiant smile was the one she currently wore and it alone shone infinitely brighter than all the city lights combined.

“Your smile is…” he trailed off in loss of words to describe it.

“Radiant? Incandescent? Bioluminescence?”

“Bioluminescence? Aelin-” he broke off exasperatedly.

“Ugh. You’re just as bad as the rest of them.” She waved him off and he laughed. “I know.” She finished exasperatedly. “I was just toying with you.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, the inevitable question. He was the first to ask, this time.

“Did you bring any food?”

“Of course! I’m not an animal.” Aelin rolled her eyes at him and dug through the contents of her backpack.

“You must’ve packed everything but the kitchen sink.”

“How could I not?” Rowan could hear the smirk in her voice. “Here,” she produced two cups and a mystery box. “Root beer and muffins.” Rowan opened the box happily.

“ Oh! And I have hot chocolate in a thermos and sandwiches for later, if you want.” She added, as an afterthought.

Rowan raised a single eyebrow at her in question. “Rootbeer?” He held the two-litre bottle up.

She shrugged in deference. “I had it last time I came up here. It reminds me of that time. I really like it.” Aelin smiled fondly at the memory.

They ate their food in pleasant silence, letting the wind whip through their hair and clothes. Rowan adjusted his beanie.

“I feel like I could reach and touch the stars.” She blurted out suddenly.

“Me too,” he said softly, a smile creeping onto his face.

Aelin giggled, the sound escaping her suddenly. Her giggles turned into sudden fits of laughter and soon, Rowan found himself laughing, too.

Aelin was still wiping tears of laughter off her face when he asked, still breathless, “What’s so funny?” Another little laugh escaped him.

Aelin turned to look at him. “I just had a wild idea.”A devilish smirk rose up on her face. “Wanna watch the sunrise with me?”

PS: I don’t know anything about New York’s geography and I’m too lazy to really do extensive research on it so I apologize if things aren’t entirely accurate. Hope you enjoyed!

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"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡."

Sarah J Maas

[cloudywriter]

camp staghorn - 2

alright, here’s part 2, starting to get good now! next part features rowan’s side of the story its very exciting. anyway, enjoy! also send in prompts (preferably rowaelin) if you want, i like a mix of things im writing or i get bored. 

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It was the first official day of camp. Aelin was slightly disappointed by the basic ice cream sandwiches that were apparently the well sought-after prize, she almost felt bad for sabotaging Rowan over such a thing. 

Nonetheless, Aelin got dressed along with the rest of her campers. They sleepily weaved around each other as they readied for the busy day ahead. Pulling on a generic tank top and shorts while shoving her hair in a ponytail, Aelin decided she was ready enough.

“Alright, everyone has to apply sunscreen before we go!” Aelin reminded the group as she squeezed toothpaste onto her brush. She received a couple of okays in return. 

Finally, she and the rest of the camps made it to the dining hall where eggs and mini pancakes were being served. Aelin spotted Rowan Whitethorn from across the room, hunched over the small, white table surrounded by his friends from the other day.

She made her way to the line forming for food, consequently passing Rowan’s table in the process. 

“Hey, Rowan, look it’s the girl who kicked your ass!” She recognized Fenrys as the one making the snide comment. Rowan only glared.

Aelin tossed him a sweet smile, “The ice cream was delicious by the way!” She didn’t linger for a response, instead, she joined Lys in line, but she heard Fenrys laugh and slap Rowan on the back.

The rest of breakfast went without consequence, Aelin sat with Elide and Lys while keeping a close eye on her campers. She thought she’d likely just have to endure Rowan’s glares and frowns for the rest of the week in retaliation for her behavior. 

Boy, was she wrong. 

+++

It was midday and the afternoon sun was beating down on everyone. Aelin felt sticky with sweat and sunscreen as she sat down with the rest of her campers on a bench painted with a peeling, light green rouge in front of the stage.

Every day, before lunch, the camps were scheduled to gather back in the center. It was a time for kids to hydrate and camps got the chance to perform skits or play games. So far, Aelin’s group had gotten plenty of time on the rock climbing wall. She was enjoying herself despite the weather, she was having fun getting to know her campers. 

Now, Aelin was desperately gulping down water as Gavriel appeared on stage. 

“Hey, guys! I hope everyone is having a good first day at camp so far! As you know we at Camp Staghorn like to take this time for some fun between the camps! First up on today’s agenda camp 12 has a special skit they’re apparently dying to perform, so without further ado, everyone give it up for camp 12!” The crowd responded in claps and even a few whistles. 

Gavriel exited the stage and handed Rowan the microphone as he did so. Rowan hopped on stage with his group of boys in tow, they all looked giddy, practically bouncing in their shoes. 

“Hi everyone, I’m Rowan, camp 12’s counselor, and today-” 

“We will be baking a cake!” A little boy screamed into the mic, interrupting Rowan. 

“Uh, yes, a cake.” Rowan was adorably awkward on stage, Aelin had to admit. 

Rowan passed the microphone down to another little boy, “First, we need a volunteer!” The boy shouted enthusiastically into the mic. Hands shot up around Aelin, kids were half out of their seats jumping up and down in an attempt to obtain the boys’ attention.  

“Hm,” the boy mused as he surveyed the crowd. Rowan bent down and whispered something in his ear and that’s when the boy pointed right at Aelin. “We will take you as a volunteer!”

Aelin’s girls giggled and started trying to push her out of her seat, she rolled her eyes playfully and made her way on stage. Once she was up there the boy instructed her to sit in a chair that had been pulled onto the stage. Aelin did as told and waited. She wasn’t quite sure what was about to happen but Aelin was never one to turn down the spotlight. 

“Alright, everyone knows the first ingredient that’s called for in every cake recipe is flour,” Rowan now spoke into the microphone once again. Aelin waited patiently for directions when suddenly a mound of flour was poured into her lap. It coated her, the flour stuck to her sunscreen and covered her face, attempting to wipe it off was futile. 

“Don’t forget the eggs!” A boy yelled and then Aelin truly almost lost it.

An egg had been cracked atop her head and was sliding down her hair, she could feel it. The kids were laughing hysterically now, all thinking it was one big joke but Aelin was seeing red. She was honestly shocked and trying to process what the hell just happened. 

“We need sugar too!” As soon as a granule of sugar made contact with Aelin’s hair, she hopped out of the chair, still wiping at the flour around her eyes. 

“What the he- heck!” Aelin demanded, turning to face Rowan with a scowl. 

“Did I not mention it was a human cake?” Rowan grinned, looking mighty pleased with himself. 

Aelin wanted to punch the stupid smile off his face. She wanted to curse him out with every dirty word that she could think up but the laughter of children reminded her of their audience.

“I’m afraid you didn’t,” she responded in the coldest tone she could muster. Rowan only shrugged then wiped his finger through the flour on her cheek. 

“You’re a little under-baked.”

It took every ounce of Aelin’s self-control to walk off the stage and back to her cabin to wash off without murdering Rowan Whitethorn. 

Poor Rowan had started a war with the wrong girl. 

+++

As dinner approached Aelin had thought up about 10 different ways she could get Rowan back and she kept a mental list of all of them. 

Her campers were well aware of Aelin’s foul mood and let her have her space as the day went on. The wheels kept turning in her mind until Aelin deduced she had a perfect plan to get him back tonight, it wasn’t anything too crazy, no. Aelin wanted to start small, minor inconveniences until she could really fuck him over as the week progressed. 

Aelin and the girls were taking a stroll around the lake when she turned to them. “How do you guys feel about getting camp 12 back for their little skit this afternoon?”

The girls raised their eyebrows and a little girl named Ansel spoke up, “Like a prank war?”

“Yeah, like a prank war,” Aelin considered. The girls giggled at that and were totally on board as Aelin explained her master plan. 

+++

The camps were meant to be eating down at the lake tonight, cuddled up around campfires and each camp had their own pre-packed dinners to bring down there. Aelin and her girls went to the dining hall early, ready to snatch up camp 12’s dinners well before they came to collect them. 

Nobody was even there to question Aelin and her campers as they retreated with the dinners, slipping out of the dining hall with ease.

Now, it was time for phase two. It was a fairly simple plan, easy to execute. They stuffed all the dinners into a trash bag and ventured into the forest where there was a collection of mini ziplines that traversed a flowing creek. 

It was just too easy to tie up the trash bag onto one of the ziplines and send it off until it was dangling above the middle of the muddy stream. 

“Looks good girls, now let's go get our dinner,” Aelin turned around to the group of girls all wearing wicked smiles.

So, Aelin made her second trip to the dining hall that evening to claim her camp’s dinners. She decided to leave Rowan a little note on a napkin where his food was supposed to be, she intended for him to know exactly who had done it. 

I heard there’s special dining tonight at the staghorn mini ziplines 

-A

She even added a little heart for emphasis. 

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[there-is-thunder-in-me]

Toughts while reading Kingdom od Ash:

[daemonic-sass]

My friend is reading Throne of Glass series for the first time and she likes Chaol over Rowan (she just started book 3) right now and I’m screaming rn