#but Aelin? nah someone’s getting their ass kicked

[justascrollingghost]

Celaena was who she had to be

Lillian was who she wanted to be

Aelin is who she is

This whole Sam loved Celaena, Chaol loved Lillian and Rowan loved Aelin stuff is completely missing the point - Rowan didn’t just love Aelin. Rowan loved who she was at her core. Sam and Chaol loved the pieces she gave them but Rowan collected all the pieces, made a fucking jigsaw and decided he was keeping it

[pearblossommina]

ToG read-a-long, Crown of Midnight, day 2

Ch 10

“… when he turned seventeen and had the Bidding Party for his virginity,”

I’m sorry what

Lol ok I just googled it, I thought courtesan was just a word for a high society court person. Nah - he’s a sex worker.

(He’s obviously my new favorite character)

Why does the king want him dead? Is he sexually threatened by him or what

Ch 11

Celaena: The king ordered me to kill you

Archer: No! Please, I’ll spell out the whole plot if you spare my life!

Celaena: Keep talking, then

(I’m not gonna pretend like I don’t know who Aelin is when I’ve seen so much smutty smutty fanart of her) (I mean idk much about her lol I just know she’s a Main Character)

Ch 12

He’s a sex worker who attends to male clients!!! (I love him)

Celaena please don’t kill him he’s obviously the best

Also this is the best chapter so far

I’m having so much fun

I love a sexy masquerade party!

I love watching Celaena kick ass!

Hopefully she doesn’t get in big trouble for murdering someone who was literally not the intended target… I mean she was NOT discreet about it lol. Maybe she can spin it as a “he was working with the rebel alliance” type of story. He was, anyway.

Ch 13

Wooo she got away with it!

Lol at Chaol somehow piecing together exactly what went down. He’s a smart cookie. Love you Chaol. Good job.

Ch 14

What is happening?

Another walk around the spooky library…

What is happening with Dorian, is he like an ice mage?

Hmm

Spooky iron door warded to keep out magic…. Or to keep something in?

Ch 15

Aw good for you Dorian

You DO deserve love

I’m rooting for you

And WTF that lady just got brutally murdered for singing a song I was NOT expecting that, yoooo

This king sucks

Who is he and why does he bleed evil

Ch 16

CELAENA I AM NERVOUS

She told Nehemia

Girl.

Girl.

I know you are bonded by friendship and stuff but the king already threatened to kill everyone you care about if you disobey him. Idk, I feel like not killing the targets and letting them roam free is already kinda dangerous. All it would take is ONE person to recognize ONE of them for this whole situation to come crumbling down. It’s not just your own life you are sacrificing it is Nehemia’s life too.

And Chaol’s life.

Maybe even Dorian’s life. (Although you broke up with him so that he wouldn’t be in danger. He is a prince and kinda the king’s son so maybe he’s wearing plot armor BUT STILL)

I feel like the plot is picking up. I’m starting to get a little more engaged in the story. (I’m easy to win over what can I say)

Everyone’s my favorite character but Nehemia most of all and obviously this new guy Archer.

[leiawritesstories]

No Swimsuits After Dark

Rowaelin Month, Day 14: Skinny dipping ;)))

Word count: 1264

Inspired by an actual sign on my relatives’ hot tub that says “No jumping, no diving, no swimsuits after dark.” Enjoy!

Warnings: language, implied sMuT, Fenrys Moonbeam

“Hell. No.”

“Hell yes!” Lysandra smirked. “Girl, you said you were up for anything. I repeat, truth or dare?”

Aelin sighed. “Remind me again why I got drunk enough to agree to this.”

Elide cocked her head at the red Solo cup in Aelin’s hand. “If that’s Lorcan’s punch…”

“Gods, you’re all horrible,” Aelin groaned. She took a long pull from the cup. “Fine, bitches. Dare.” 

An evil grin spread across Lysandra’s face. “You know the sign on the hot tub?”

“Yeah.”

“And you know how it’s like 1 am? Meaning it’s definitely dark?”

“No shit, I’m not drunk enough to be confusing night for…shit. NO.”

“YES. Hot tub, ten minutes, and since it’s after dark…no swimsuit.” She and Elide toasted each other and broke into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.

Aelin glared at her two best friends. “I hate both of you.”

“Nah, you loooooooove us,” snickered Elide. “Now strip and dip!” 

Lysandra spat out her drink. “Oh my gods, El, I’m stealing that phrase,” she wheezed. 

“Go ahead,” Elide grinned. “Ae, you gonna grow a pair and go skinny dipping or will we have to throw you into the hot tub?”

Aelin drained the rest of her drink and stood, pulling off her shirt. “I’m going, I’m going. Jesus, you think I wouldn’t take a dare? I am pretty damn drunk.” She tugged off her shorts when she got to the hot tub on the other side of the patio, leaving her underclothes with them. Quickly, not wanting anyone else to see her nude ass, she clambered into the tub, sighing as the hot water hit her skin. She closed her eyes, deciding to enjoy her impromptu soak in the hot tub rather than spend the whole ten minutes worrying another of her drunk idiot friends would stumble over and goggle at her. After all, the hot tub was gated off from the rest of the patio, and even though she’d left the gate slightly ajar, she didn’t think anyone currently at her house would be sober enough to remember it existed.

Not three minutes later, the gate squeaked open.

And a distinctly male, distinctly slurred voice, choked out a “Fuck.”

~

When Lorcan had asked Rowan if he wanted to go to Aelin’s house that night, he’d accepted like he always did, looking forward to another one of his best friend’s casual “family drinking nights,” as she’d coined them. 

Apparently this night was a joint girls’ and boys’ night, though, since Rowan had hardly got to say hello before Lorcan, Aedion, and Fenrys pulled him out to the fire pit for “bro time,” which meant shitloads of whiskey, too many shots, telling the stupidest jokes they knew until someone got hammered enough to laugh, and occasionally hearing drunk Lorcan moon over Elide. And, apparently, drunk dares.

He’d thought none of the wasted guys sitting around the fire pit could come up with anything worse than making Aedion steal the batteries from Aelin’s vibrator (a task that made Rowan blush red enough that he was glad for the cover of midnight darkness) until Fenrys aimed his empty bottle at him and slurred, “Go’shkin’dip.”

“The fuck, Moonbeam?”

“That translates to ‘Go skinny dipping in the hot tub,’ idiot,” Lorcan clarified. 

“Oh hell no!”

“Oh hell yes! What, don’t have the balls to do ten minutes alone in the hot tub? Might sober your drunk ass up, Whitethorn,” drawled Aedion. “After all, there is a sign posted on the gate saying that you can’t wear a swimsuit after dark.”

“Fine. I’ll go fucking skinny dipping. And then you, Salvaterre, can shove that bottle up your ass and see how long it takes for Elide to notice.”

Grumbling to himself, Rowan made it to the hot tub gate, barely noticing that it was ajar, dropped his shorts, and shoved the gate open. 

“Fuck.”

Already sitting in the hot tub, just as naked as him, was Aelin. 

His hands immediately covered himself, lest she see what his…reaction to seeing her nude in her hot tub was. 

Before he could back away, Aelin, her arms crossed over her chest, smirked at him. 

“You joining the party, Whitethorn?”

He was in the hot tub seconds later.

~

Sitting on the opposite side from her very drunk best friend, Aelin wondered if Rowan knew she’d seen exactly what he was trying to hide from her when he all but jumped into the hot tub. 

If she was maybe one shot drunker, she’d be the one jumping. But she had enough sobriety to tell herself that this was her best friend, no matter that she’s been madly in love with him for a long-ass time. Not to mention, she was drunk.

“Well…this is awkward.” Rowan finally broke the tense silence.

Aelin snorted. “Yeah. Part of me wonders if they set this up.”

“But everyone’s too wasted to have planned it.”

“Right.”

They were quiet for another moment, Rowan staring directly at her face, his eyes flickering with something Aelin didn’t want to name. 

“Ro, if you’re going to check out my rack, at least don’t try to hide it.”

His eyes jerked back to hers. “Your what?”

“My boobs, Rowan. Or are you too drunk to notice I have them?”

Those dark, green eyes dragged a path down her chest, stopping where the water hit her ribs. “I have never not noticed how hot your rack is. How gorgeous you are.”

Aelin’s breath caught. “You--”

“I’m drunk, Ae. You’re drunk. And drunk people tell the truest truths.”

“Then in the spirit of truth-telling, I am so fucking impossibly in love with you.”

It was his turn to go speechless. That emotion flickered through his eyes again, tinged with a darker flame. “You going to do something about it?”

Her lips were on his before he could smirk.

~

By the time Aelin strolled back over to the cluster of chairs on the patio, Lorcan, Aedion, and Fenrys had joined the girls. 

Elide, trying to hide that she was grinding in Lorcan’s lap, smirked at her. “That was a lot more than ten minutes, Ae.”

“Maybe I’m too drunk to tell time,” she grinned. “Much like you’re too drunk to be in public with your man.”

Rowan flopped down in one of the patio chairs. “Fuck, I need water. Ae, you got a water bottle?”

“Kitchen.”

“I can’t fucking remember where your kitchen is, Aelin.”

“And is that because you drank three whole bottles of shitty whiskey?”

“IT’S BECAUSE HE CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING EXCEPT YOUR--”

“Fen, if you finish that sentence, I will personally castrate and murder you, in that order,” Rowan growled. 

Aelin whacked Fenrys upside the head with a water bottle. “Get out of my house, Moonbeam. You’re not getting hungover on my couch again.”

He opened his mouth, probably to make another raunchy comment, saw everyone’s expression, and stood, weaving on his feet. “Lorky, will you drive me home?”

Lorcan and Elide stood on each side of him and headed for their car, calling out goodbyes. Aelin watched them go, shaking her head. 

Lysandra was smirking a smirk of pure evil delight. “Lorky.”

Aedion was wheezing. 

Rowan just grinned at Aelin. “Are you kicking them out, or am I?”

“Hey, hey, we’re leaving, no need to get territorial. I wouldn’t stay the night for all the money in the world, knowing that I’d hear you two on the other side of the house.”

She and Aedion were off before Aelin could swat her. 

Rowan tugged her into his lap. “Well, we’re alone now.”

“Mhmm.” And she fell asleep on his shoulder. 

Rowan chuckled as he walked her inside, telling little Whitethorn to calm down, they’d have plenty of time tomorrow. And the day after that. And the rest of their lives.

[writtenonreceipts]

The idea of this came quick and haphazardly.  I meant to have it ready on thanksgiving, but then didn’t, haha...enjoy a last little slice of thanksgiving fic...

About 2K.  Planning on doing a Christmas and/or new years addition with this one too.

Thanks so much for reading!

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Friends Like These

Aelin cursed as she stared at the pan of green beans she pulled from her oven.  Frowning she glared at the mess of crispy fried onions on top and the edges that were most certainly black instead of golden brown.

“Well this was a terrible idea.”

She didn't even like green bean casserole but Lysandra had insisted they needed green beans of some sort and Aelin was a mess of uncertainty. She wanted to bring an extra chocolate pie but Lys refused that front citing that she had all her pie bases covered.  

Aelin did not believe her.  For as much as she loved her best friend, Lys did not understand Aelin’s desires for chocolate and pie in general.

Back to the green beans however, Aelin was certain they were burned. Who the hell liked green beans anyways?

“A real, real terrible idea.”

Talking to herself wasn't going to fix anything, so Aelin grabbed her oven mitts and made for the door of her apartment. By some twist of fate and intense insistence, Aelin lived across the hall from her best friend and cousin. Lysandra and Aedion had only been married a few months and they were already intent on being the go-to couple for holidays and other occasions. As long as it meant Aelin didn't have to clean her place, she didn't care.

She left her apartment door open and crossed the hall to Lysandra’s. 

"Open up bitch,” she called and kicked the door. Too late did she think that the neighbors would not appreciate her antics. She received far too many looks of exasperation from them anyways.  

Despite how much she really didn’t care, she glanced down the hall.  Maybe she could ditch this poorly made casserole on some unsuspecting soul.  As she glanced down towards the elevators, she caught sight of a ridiculously good-looking man coming up the hall and he had most definitely heard her. 

His silvery hair was stark compared to his bronze skin and his button up shirt strained against his obvious muscles. Oh he was very attractive.  Aelin had quite often found herself fondling over the likes of Rowan Whitethorn.  

It was highly unfortunate that he was already here, considering Aelin was still in yoga pants and an oversized cardigan stained with bleach from a misadventure in cleaning.  Not to mention her hair was a failing top knot and she hadn’t even put on a coat of chapstick today.  Oh hell, she was most definitely staring at him.  

“Galathynius,” Rowan said, giving her a long, penetrating look.  His generous mouth tilted into something akin to a sneer.

“Whitehorn,” she replied.  She prided herself at least on the fact that she managed not to lick her lips while checking him out. Because holy hell it should be illegal for him to look so well put together.  She wasn’t sure if she preferred him in this almost professional style as compared to the dark grunge that he was usually found in.  Or both.  Definitely both.

Aelin was saved from saying or doing anything else as Lysandra opened the door to her apartment.

“You actually brought something other than chocolate,” Lysandra said with an amused sort of expression

“Bite me,” Aelin snapped and swerved past into the apartment.

She missed whatever Lysandra said to Rowan, but it was clearly filled with more love and appreciation than what was extended to Aelin.

Aelin entered the kitchen and was immediately greeted by the scents of cooking turkey, stuffing, and rolls.  It was wonderful.  She stuck her still hot pan on the edge of the counter while she dug out another hotpad from where Lysandra usually kept them.  

Aedion was busy setting things up in the small living room where he’d dragged out their table and an extra foldable one.  It looked like there were far more place settings than Aelin had been expecting.

“Hey Aelin,” Aedion said as he settled a floral arrangement on the table. It was a cheapish plastic one—but it reminded Aelin of years growing up with him and tossing the abused decoration around the table to use it as a means of hiding from Aunt Maeve.

“Hey, where d’you want this,” she asked, holding up the green beans.

“Wherever should be good,” Aedion said with a shrug.  He looked the pan over and frowned. “You burned the green beans?”

“No one even likes green beans Ashryver,” Aelin fired back.  She slapped down the hotpad and the casserole and tried to pretend she didn’t care.  

Truth was, she’d actually tried on the casserole.  But she wouldn’t admit that.  It would just make the end product all the more pathetic.

“Thanks so much for bringing pie, Rowan,” Lysandra was saying from the kitchen.  “I tried asking Lorcan, but he was staunchly against it.”

“Nah, the bastard would never make such a commitment,” Rowan.  Aelin glanced at him to see a crooked smile that did not help her feel any better about herself. “He will bring plenty of booze though.”

“At least he’s good for something,” Lysandra laughed.  Her laugh was short lived though as she looked between Aelin and Rowan.  It was no secret the two had nothing short of a hostile relationship.  No matter how long their friend groups had been integrated for—they always found a way to be at each other’s throats.

Lysandra took the bag of pie from Rowan and smiled gratefully.  “Also, I appreciate everything you’ve done in the shop, too.  I don’t know what I wouldn’t do without the help.”

Just across the street, Lysandra was opening a clothing boutique that would hopefully expand into a makeup and hair styling salon as well.  While Aedion was finishing his law degree and working full time in an apprenticeship, Lysandra had bitten the bullet to fulfill her dream of owning her own business.  Even if it was a slightly inconvenient time to be an entrepreneur. Aelin couldn’t have been prouder of her best friend.

“Oh, until everyone else gets here, Rowan can help you move that dresser Aelin,” Lysandra said suddenly.  Aelin froze in a sudden wave of panic. “She’s getting rid of that tiny little dresser she has and got a new one.  You’ve been complaining about it all week.”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin brushed a few loose bits of hair from her forehead. “It hasn’t been all week.”

“Right, just the hours we’ve been together,” Lysandra said with an ironic sort of expression.  In truth, the two had spent nearly every waking minute together in the hopes of getting the shop ready to open.

Scowling, Aelin made her way back to the door of the apartment. “Can’t believe you married her Aedion.  C’mon, buzzard.  I need help, apparently.”

“You can’t move a damn dresser by yourself?” Rowan groused.  But he followed after her, shooting irritated looks over his shoulder no doubt.

“Be nice to each other!” Aedion called after. “It’s Thanksgiving.”

The door closed softly behind them.  The hall was silent as they crossed the short distance to Aelin’s place.  She was muttering under her breath the entire time about how annoying it was to have him in her apartment.

As soon as they entered Aelin’s apartment, Fleetfoot was on them.  The dog, despite loving her mother to no end, went to Rowan with an excited flap of her tail.  Rowan glared down at Fleetfoot in exasperation.

“Don’t you give your dog any attention?” He asked.

Aelin gave him the finger over her shoulder as she went to her room. “Get your ass in here and help me.”

Rowan cursed under his breath and followed. “Why do you need a new dresser anyways.  The old one was fine.”

“Well someone told me it was too small.  And someone said that how could a substantial amount of clothing even fit in the drawers I had.  And that same someone told me that something had to change.” She leaned against her bedroom door and glared at him. “And that, dumbass, was you.  So now I have a giant dresser that I don’t know what to do with. So really, this is all your fault.”

Rowan quirked a brow and looked down at her, but he said nothing.

For the past three months since Rowan had begun helping Lysandra in her shop, the two had started something.  Something that neither knew how to define or explain.  It involved quite a bit of kissing, sex, and staying over at one another’s apartments.  And no one else in their friend group knew.  

The previous week Rowan had made a comment about never having enough space for his things in Aelin’s place which had resulted in an uncomfortable conversation of defining what it was exactly they were doing together.  It promptly led to ignored texts and phone calls.

“You got a new dresser,” Rowan said, finally.

Aelin dropped her eyes from his and turned slightly so she was leaning against the wall instead of the doorjamb.  She looked into her room where the new dresser was standing at an awkward angle.  She hadn’t quite known what to do with it so she’d left it half up against one wall and half blocking her closet.  Rowan wasn’t supposed to find out about the dresser this way.  Mostly because she didn’t want for it to be a big deal, even though it was...they’d danced around the idea of each other and being more than friends with benefits for so long that this—giving up space and a little bit of independence was huge.

Especially for Aelin.

“I just wanted some more space,” she said dismissively.

Rowan’s eyes were still on her.  She could feel them burning into her.  If she looked at him now, she was certain she would combust.  There was always something about Rowan that made her feel different.  That made her feel complete.  It was strange to say.  Especially after being on her own for so long.  But being with him, even for the few short months, had given her a new sense of purpose and self that Aelin had never had before.

“More space?” Rowan asked, stepping closer to her.

Aelin chewed on her bottom lip and finally looked up. “Less space?”

Rowan grinned down at her, his body heat completely enveloping her as he pulled her to him.

Aelin went willingly, wrapping her arms around him and clinging to him tightly.  It was slightly embarrassing how much she’d missed him.  Even in this one week of being apart and not even texting had been unbearable.  

With gentle hands, Rowan cupped her face and ran his calloused fingers over her cheeks.  The feel of it caused Aelin to shiver and immediately want to burrow into him again.  Rowan had other plans as he tilted her chin up and captured her lips with his.

Sighing happily, Aelin melted into his touch.  She curled her fingers in his hair and pressed herself harder against him.  Every other plan for the day went right out her head.  None of it mattered when he was so close.

A loud knock sounded on the front door and Fenrys’ voice called out from the kitchen. “Have you two killed each other or what?  Come on!  Turkey’s getting cold.”

“We’re coming,” Rowan called out as Aelin pressed her lips into his neck, in part to suppress her grin and also because she wasn’t ready to let him go. “Galathynius can’t make up her mind.”

Aelin nipped at his skin with her teeth and his hands tightened on her hips.

“Finish after turkey, I didn’t spend all morning making yams for them to go to waste,” Fenrys yelled back.  The front door slammed shut as he left.

Aelin couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her as she kissed her way back to Rowan’s lips.  “I don’t want to go.”

Rowan pressed his forehead against hers, breath slightly uneven. “Unless you want to tell everyone about us.”

Shaking her head, Aelin sighed. “I’m not ready to share you.”

She of course already did share him with everyone, but Rowan seemed to grasp the underlying meaning of her words as he captured her mouth once more.  The kiss was hot and deep and Aelin was ready to lock the door to her apartment and feign death or illness if it meant she could spend the day wrapped up in Rowan.

“Fireheart,” he whispered.

“Buzzard,” she replied.

He smiled against her lips before pulling back and running his thumb over her cheek. “Beautiful.”

“I look like hell,” she complained.

Rowan shook his head.  “Beautiful,” he repeated before regretfully pulling away.

Aelin sighed before running her hands down his chest and interlocking he fingers with his, just for a moment.

“Stay the night?” she asked quietly.

Rowan rolled his eyes. “You just need help with that dresser.”

“True,” she admitted, “but I also missed you.”

Rowan nodded once before giving her a quick, chaste kiss. “C’mon or else we’ll really have to tell everyone about us.”

Sighing, Aelin pulled away completely.  She left her room and made sure Fleetfoot was settled on the couch, and episode of “The Office” playing on the tv to keep the dog company.

Before they let her apartment, she looked back at Rowan with a determined gleam in her eyes.  “Soon.”

“Soon,” Rowan agreed.

And they went back to being somewhat tolerable friends.

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