Slightly Obsessed

“You are my new pillow.” for the Firefighter au ;)

I’m on a firefighter fluff spree apparently, sooooooo enjoy.

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Aelin had been tossing and turning for a good 20 minutes. Rowan didn’t want to say anything because if she knew she was keeping him awake she would feel awful. And at the moment that usually led to crying. Well, most things led to crying these days, Aelin seemed particularly susceptible to her hormones at the moment.

As if on cue there was a quiet whimper from Aelin’s side of the bed. Rowan rolled over and put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m awake, love,” he said quietly.

Aelin let out a soft sob. “I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

 “It’s fine,” Rowan said rubbing her arm soothingly. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t get comfortable,” Aelin said as she rolled onto her back, her bump lifting the blankets a little. “I can’t sleep on my back, obviously not on my stomach, I’ve never been able to sleep well on my side and now with how heavy my stomach is it just pulls and I can’t stand it.”

With each word Aelin’s voice got tighter and tighter and Rowan was sure he’d see tears on her cheeks if there was enough light. 

“Come here,” Rowan said and Aelin awkwardly rolled towards him. “Lay your head on my chest.”

Aelin did as she was told, Rowan shifting slightly so that her bump rested on him, hopefully alleviating some of the dragging sensation for her. Aelin shifted too, moving her way into a better position. Rowan stayed still until Aelin let out a contented sigh. 

“Better?” Rowan asked, looking down and only seeing the shadow of the top of her head as she nodded.

“Much better,” Aelin replied as she place a hand on his chest. Rowan took the opportunity to hold it in his.

Minutes passed and Rowan felt Aelin completely relax against him.

“You know, I think they have pillows this kind of thing,” Rowan said.

Aelin made a humming noise before she answered, like she was struggling to get the words out as sleep pulled her under. 

“You are my new pillow,” she murmured against his chest. 

Rowan held in his laughter so he wouldn’t disturb his wife as she finally drifting off to sleep. If being a pillow was added to his duties as a husband, he didn’t mind one bit.

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Hi. I love your writing! I'm not sure if anyone's asked this and I know it's not in time order but could you maybe do a rowaelin proposal for the firefighter AU!

Hi! Thank you for your kind words! No one had yet but it’s something I’ve been planning for a while! I hope you like it. I like it…. just saying.

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Aedion pulled the car to a stop and Aelin grabbed her handbag from the backseat.

“Well, thank you for a lovely evening cousin. I feel like we haven’t done that in ages,” Aelin said.

Aedion said teasingly, “Maybe if you didn’t spend so much time with that boyfriend of yours.”

Aelin laughed. Aedion didn’t mean a word of what he said. He and Rowan had become good friends over the time she and Rowan had been dating. And he was just so happy to see her happy.

“But we should do it more often,” Aelin affirmed as she reached for the door.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Aelin got out o the car and just before she shut it Aedion called out, “Have a good night.”

Aelin waved through the window as Aedion pulled away, a wide grin on his face. She cocked her head to the side, wondering what he was smiling so broadly at. That was when she turned around and saw her car. It was completely wrapped in cling wrap. Aelin’s mouth fell open as she looked at it. It seemed Rowan had taken her evening out as an opportunity to seek out his revenge for that petty prank she had played on him, what seemed like forever ago. Aelin walked towards the car to inspect it a little closer. It looked like there was something on the window.

It was a sticky note stuck under a single layer of cling wrap to keep it in place. One word was written on it.

Door.

Aelin let out a laugh. She wasn’t about to start tearing into this now without any tools or help from the perpetrator, so she headed for the stairs to drag Rowan down by his collar if she had to. She climbed higher and higher, smiling at herself at Rowan seizing the moment to play a prank on her. It was usually her getting him. She was so distracted by her thoughts she didn’t notice what else he had done before she was nearly in front of it.

Every inch of their apartment door was covered in more sticky notes. Aelin moved closer so she could read the words on them.

I love your smile.

I love the way your eyes crinkle when laugh.

You are kind and compassionate

Your scheming damn near kills me but I love it.

That one earned him a laugh.

You are cunning and clever.

I love your wicked mouth.

That one was accompanied but a winking face.

I love your little snore you make when you sleep drunk.

“I do not snore,” Aelin muttered as she scowled.

I love your stubbornness even when its over the most ridiculous things.

Your competitiveness is adorable

Your dramatics are endearing.

I like your ass.

Aelin nodded her agreement at that one.

I love you for you.

I love your wildfire.

I love you.

On each one was a reason why Rowan loved her. Every. Single. One. Aelin’s heart fluttered in her chest, she was getting emotional reading them. Why had Rowan done this? There was no birthday, no anniversary. Maybe he was just trying to seduce her. Putting her curiosity first Aelin turned the handle of the door, knowing that it would be open.

“Rowan what are you…” Aelin stepped through the door and her voice faltered for a moment as she took in her surroundings, “up to?”

Her last two words were breathless as she looked around. The apartment was lit in a soft glow of all Rowan’s emergency lanterns, like the ones her had brought over the night they had finally kissed. On the coffee table Rowan had lit some incense, she could see the smoke rising amongst the dim lights. Then there was Rowan standing in the middle of the apartment, hands hidden behind his back.

“You know that’s a clear fire hazard, right?” Aelin said as she stalked towards him, smiling at his antics.

Rowan shrugged. “At least you didn’t break the door down.”

Aelin dropped her handbag on the couch. “Speaking of the door, I like what you’ve done with it.”

“I thought you might,” Rowan smirked at her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to butter me up,” Aelin was standing before him now expectantly.

“How long did you spend out there reading, hmm? I thought you’d be home a while ago. Did your vanity really need that much stoking?”

“Always,” Aelin replied.

Rowan grinned at her, still not showing her what he held. So she decided to play his game for once.

“What do you have there?”

Finally he showed her. It was an old metal box, something that she didn’t recognise. But it was locked with a padlock which she most definitely did. She had spend weeks unlocking it so she could get into her apartment. Before she could ask Rowan reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. Aelin assumed both had been thrown out along the way of time and them moving in together. She didn’t remember keeping it at all.

“It’s not the original one, I’m pretty sure they took that for evidence or whatever after the break-in,” Rowan said as Aelin took the key from him. “But it is the one we used after.”

Perplexed and intrigued as to what was hidden in the box Aelin unlocked the hideous padlock the pulled it free of the catch, opening the lid. What was inside had Aelin so shocked she dropped the padlock and it clattered on the floor.

“Rowan,” Aelin whispered as Rowan reached into the metal box to lift out what was undoubtably a ring box as he dropped to one knee.

“Aelin, I love you. For all those reasons you saw on the door and more. I love that you are unapologetically yourself, you never apologise for who you are and I would never want you to. I love your wit, your mind, your wicked sense of humour and how you always keep me on my toes because I never know what you’re about to do. I love the way you are fiercely loyal, and not just to me. I love that you burn with a wildfire and I want to spend the rest of my days burning with you,” Rowan said.

Aelin’s hand was resting above her heart, she could feel it thundering in her chest. Rowan’s eyes glinted as he pulled back the lid of the box. Aelin gasped at what lay inside. A delicate gold band bore a rectangular cut emerald atop it, and even in this dim light it seemed to sparkle.

“Aelin, my Fireheart. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

Aelin wasn’t breathing as she looked at Rowan’s handsome face. He was so hopeful, but there was a slight flicker of fear in his eyes, as if she might actually say no. For a heartbeat she contemplated it, riling him up, act like she needed to consider it. But she wouldn’t do that to him. Not now. So as her next pounding heartbeat started she said the word he was surely dying to hear.

“Yes.” Aelin’s heart faltered at the unrestrained happiness of Rowan’s face. “Yes I will marry you.”

Then Aelin didn’t wait for Rowan to stand or even move before she pressed her lips to his. He could feel him smiling against her lips as he stood, arms wrapping around her waist so they would not be parted. Even when they broke apart he kept one arm in a tight grip around her waist, fumbling a little as he pulled the ring from the box and held it in his free hand. Both their hands where shaking when Aelin offered her left hand to him and he slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.

Rowan kissed her again, softly, and Aelin rested her hand on his cheek, the new weight on her hand strange but not unwelcome.

“It’s perfect Rowan,” Aelin whispered as he lent her forehead against hers.

“You’re perfect,” Rowan said as he pulled her close to him and spun them.

Aelin laughed and held onto her fiancé as he spun them more until he was laughing too and they were both dizzy. When they stopped they struggled to keep themselves steady.

“So my car —“ Aelin yelped as she was suddenly swept fro her feet and Rowan started to carry her to the bedroom.

“That,” Rowan all but growled, “can wait until morning.”

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' is it greedy of me to say i never want you to leave my arms? ' for the firefighter au, please?

Striking Matches Fluff anyone?

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Rowan was the sure he was the happiest man in the world. Even though it was his day off he had woken up early and he wasn’t at all sorry for it. Not when it allowed him to admire the the woman curled against his side, her golden-haired head resting on his shoulder, her arm draped over his waist. It was that golden hair he brushed away from her face so he could get a better look at her. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks, fluttering every once and a while she dreamed. Her freckles were a perfect constellation sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were so soft and kissable that he couldn’t resist brushing his lips against them whenever he wanted to, which was right now. As Rowan pulled away Aelin sighed in her sleep making a crooked smile appear on his lips.

The serenity of the moment was broken by the blaring of Aelin’s alarm. It may have been his day off but it wasn’t hers. Aelin groaned and stretched her limbs out across his body. Then she rolled over and turned her alarm off. She let out a heavy sigh the went to roll out of bed, but Rowan caught her around the waist and pulled her back into bed.

“Good morning,” Aelin said, running her hands over his forearms.

Rowan just hummed against her neck. Aelin tried to get up but Rowan just held her tighter.

“I have to go to work,” Aelin whined. It sounded very much like she didn’t want to. “As much as I would like to stay in bed with you I can’t.”

Rowan only snaked his arms around her tighter still and he kissed her neck. “Is it selfish of me to say I never want you to leave my arms?” Another kiss.

Aelin let out a breathy laugh, “When it’s my job to educate the young minds of today for a better tomorrow, yes. Yes it is.”

That made Rowan chuckle. But he felt Aelin stiffen in his arms a little.

“What is it?” He asked.

He loosened his arms just a little so Aelin could turn to face him.

“What if I didn’t have to?” Aelin said.

Rowan’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Are you quitting your job?”

Aelin wasn’t looking at him, she was tapping her fingers together a little nervously. “No I mean… what if I didn’t have to leave your arms as much? You sleep here almost every night, you’re here basically every other minute. So what if you just moved in and I could be in your arms whenever you wanted?”

Aelin looked up then, her eyes quietly hopeful as she bit at her bottom lip.

“Yes,” Rowan said. He didn’t even think twice about it. “Yes, I would love to be able to keep you in my arms every minute I can.”

Aelin kissed him and Rowan kissed her back. Then Aelin’s second alarm went off which now had both of them groaning. Aelin turned away and got out of bed.

Then Aelin turned back to him, a wicked smile on her lips. “Have fun dealing with Arobynn.”

Aelin managed to dodge the pillow Rowan launched at her and left the room cackling at Rowan’s misfortune of have to deal with their unpleasant landlord.

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I told you I wasn’t leaving this au alone =]

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‘Why can I hear the shower running when you’re standing here talking to me?’ The morning after Aelin getting hangered.. firefighter 🔥

This was for @highqueenofelfhame but I think it’s actually needs to go out to everybody after what I’ve written the past few days…. sorry guys.

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Her shower had just started to get interesting when Aelin heard a knock on the door. She had been just about finished when Rowan had stepped in behind her, his hands snaking around her waist. He had been kissing and biting deliciously over the juncture between her neck and shoulder, no doubt determined to leave his mark. When the knocking started Aelin had jumped, Rowan had left the bathroom door open so they both heard it clearly, almost head butting Rowan in the nose. He did groan at the elbow she accidentally jabbed into his stomach.

“Sorry,” Aelin said as she quickly stepped out of the shower and started drying herself off.

“Who is it?” Rowan asked as he started his shower routine.

Aelin pulled on one of his shirts from the washing basket and a pair of random shorts that she struggled to get them over her damp legs. “I don’t know. But I’m not going to be too happy with them for interrupting.”

Aelin didn’t say anything more before she was dashing for the door, calling out “Coming.”

Aelin swung the door open and all the words she was about to say died in her mouth as she took in her mother standing there, brows high.

“Mum…” Aelin said, still a little stunned, “What are you doing here?”

“Breakfast, don’t you remember? Or have you been a little distracted,” Evalin said as she gave a pointed look to Aelin’s neck.

Aelin’s hand slapped over where Rowan had been kissing her moments before, utterly mortified.

Her mother stepped into her apartment then looked at Aelin a little confused, but then a wry smile spread across her lips. “Why can I hear the shower running when you’re standing here talking to me? That seems to be a very pointless waste of water.”

Oh god. Oh gods. Oh gods.

Aelin had completely forgotten her parents were coming over for breakfast this morning to meet her new boyfriend. Work had been so busy and she’d been so nervous about it she’d forgotten about it, she’d even forgotten to tell Rowan. Now her mother was standing in her living room, looking Aelin over. With her flushed cheeks, wet hair and fresh hickey on her neck it would take someone with half a brain only half a second to work out what they had been doing. Then there was the fact Rowan was about to step out of the bathroom at any moment, she was just glad she had closed the door behind her. Aelin prayed he had enough sense to put on a towel before he came out if she couldn’t get to him first. Then a chilling though struck her.

“Where’s Dad?”

Evalin’s smile turned a bit feline. A twin to the one Aelin often wore herself.

“He’s parking the car on the street, the visitors parking was full,” she explained.

Aelin blew out a breath. Good. She had time to warn Rowan and get dressed properly. Just then the water switched off and Aelin went to call out a warning to Rowan but he was too quick.

“Aelin who was —“ Rowan’s eyes went a bit wide as he saw Evalin standing there. Luckily he’d slung a towel around himself but his chest was gloriously bare and wet, highlighting each of his sculpted muscles. Rowan’s cheeks went red and Aelin’s felt hers do the same.

“You must me Rowan,’ Evalin said, not missing a beat.

Rowan rubbed at the back of his neck, “Nice to meet you Mrs Galathynius.”

“Likewise.” There was a playful tone in her mother’s voice that had Aelin hiding her face in her hands. “Might I suggest you both sort yourselves out before Rhoe gets here. While I find this all highly amusing, it might just send him to an early grave.”

Rowan’s cheeks went a deeper shade of red as he made his way to the bedroom, Aelin made to dart after him but the sound of the door open stopped her in her tracks.

“I had to park halfway down the street,” Rhoe finished of his sentence with a laugh which was abruptly cut off as he took in the scene before him. His daughter in a man’s shirt, long enough that is was covering her shorts beneath it and was starting to get uncomfortable wet from Aelin’s wet hair, a purple bruise blooming on her neck. Added to that the owner of said shirt was standing there in a towel, also very wet. The dots connected and Rhoe’s face flushed with colour, now matching Rowan and Aelin’s.

Evalin hid her smiling mouth behind her hand a went over to Rhoe, linking her arm with his.

“Come on, love. Why don’t we let these two get ready and meet them at the restaurant, hmm?”

Nothing else was said as Evalin led her husband from the apartment. As she She closed the door behind her she caught Aelin’s eye, he eyes swimming with mirth.

“Be quick about it.”

That was the final nail in the coffin it seemed and Rowan leaned his forehead on the wall and groaned.

“That’s not how I expected to meet your parents,” he said.

Aelin was rubbing her hands over her face again. “I’m so sorry. I forgot they were coming. Last week of term is always so hectic. It just completely slipped my mind.”

Rowan just made a sound that was halfway between agreeing with her and a sigh.

“I’m not going to be able to look them in the eye the whole meal,” Rowan said as Aelin came up and hugged him from behind.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Aelin murmured against his skin.

Rowan scoffed. “Really?”

Aelin pressed a comforting kiss to his spine. “They could have walked in on us having sex.”

“Close enough, I’d say,” Rowan said as he pushed himself off the wall.

That made Aelin laugh. “Come on hot stuff, we should get ready before we give my Dad a brain aneurism.”

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To Aelin’s, and her mother’s it seemed, enteral amusement Rowan had been right. He couldn’t look either of her parents in the eye the entire time they ate. Or even after when the plates had been cleared and they chatted. He managed a glance when he said goodbye. Aelin watched as her mother pulled him into a swift hug then he went to shake he father’s hand. She had never seen Rhoe Galathynius look so uncomfortable in all her life.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it,” Evalin said as Aelin hugged her. “He’s just assumed you’ve been living the life of a nun.”

That set Aelin laughing. She certainly had not.

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Who doesn’t love an embarrassing meeting the parents for the first time?

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Rewrite the QON scene bitch ❤️

A slightly angstier version of the reunion in QoN. CONTAINS SPOILERS. Not all of these words are my own, some are borrowed from the original work so I could make it seamless. Ummmm anyway I hope this is okay lmfao. 

At least I have a knife. 

Cardan is lounging with booted feet resting on the back of a stone table carved into the shape of a grffin. It’s a room I remember well from council meetings, one I spent much time in as seneschal and should have been spending plenty of time in as queen. He grins at me, a quicksilver thing, and I frown in distaste. I don’t know what he’s up to, but I don’t like it.

“Well,” he drawls, patting the couch beside him for me to sit with him. I don’t. “Didn’t you get my letters?” Letters? It is likely a tactic to throw me off balance, and I hate that it’s worked. I grip the handle of my knife so hard the carved pommel digs into my hand. 

“What?”

“You never replied to a one,” he tells me, as though this isn’t news to at least one of us. “I began to wonder if you’d misplaced your ambition in the mortal world.” 

I am done playing games. 

Before he has time to anticipate my actions, I am across the room and straddling him with my dagger to his throat. I’m pressing hard enough that there will likely be a scratch, and I am glad for the opportunity to make Cardan bleed. My ambition. As if he would have any idea of my ambition the last few months. As if Cardan would know anything about how my life was so wildly altered and changed in the last few months. The High King knew nothing of the struggles, of the way my life had been so miserable. How I had been doing work for any and every faerie I could find because it was all I knew. 

He threw me back into a life in a world I knew nothing of and expected things to be fine when I got back? Nevermind that he knew I was me, knew that I wasn’t Taryn. Cardan being able to tell me and my sister apart wasn’t going to save him now.

“You may have stolen my power,” I finally say, “But I am not powerless.” The knife shifts slightly on his skin under my weight, a ruby red drop of blood forming at the tip. Cardan’s eyes go from wild to flickering dark as night. 

“So you didn’t get my letters,” he says, hands falling to my thighs. With my free hand I slap them both and he raises them in front of him in surrender. Good. “Is this truly how you wanted our reunion, Jude?”

“You should know that it is.” But I’m not sure. Being this close to him after so many months, realizing that he isn’t coated in the familiar smell of faerie wine for once, is doing odd things to me and I feel off balance and fuzzy around the edges. 

“You’ve been scheming with the court of termites,” he says, voice much too calm for someone with a knife to their throat. With every bob of his adam’s apple more blood threatens to flow. My brow furrows at his statement, like he’s so sure of it. But he’s wrong because I —

Grima Mog. I sigh, shifting my weight. I sit back on his knees but don’t relent my weapon. 

“I’m not the betrayer here,” I tell him, but I’m not able to stop the shake in my voice. 

“Are you angry about — no. You’re afraid. Why are you afraid of me?” 

It’s then that I realize that I am well and truly trembling. Trembling that I have the opportunity to finally repay Cardan in kind for everything he’s done to me over the years, the opportunity to make him pay for my exile and yet I’m not closer to killing him now than I was the night I first kissed him Dain’s hidden office. 

And the thought terrifies me. 

@lorcansalvaterree @starseternalnighttriumphant @city-of-fae 

What’s ACOHAD mean ?

ACOHAD refers to a novel length fanfiction I wrote called A Court of Hearts and Darkness, centering around Rhys and Feyre’s daughter.

Here’s the blurb!

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

Firefighter AU: "There's a lot more to you than I had thought"

Well, this is a long one. I really hope it doesn’t disappoint. Thank you all for reading and sticking with me.

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Rowan put the bag of lights on the coffee table and pulled some out. Aelin, on the other hand, went to the kitchen using her phone to light the way.

“Would you like a drink? I’ve got some iced tea. I was about to have a glass before the power went out,” Aelin explained indicating to the jug on the bench.

“That sounds nice,” Rowan said as he turned on one of the lanterns and brought another to the kitchen. He lent on the bench as Aelin pulled out some glasses. There were a few beats of painfully awkward silence. This was not going as he had planned. Rowan was inwardly forming his next sentence when Aelin spoke.

“Rowan, about last night,” she sucked in a deep breath and looked away from him as she began to pour the tea into the glasses.

“No please, let me go first,” Rowan said and took in a deep breath of his own. “The woman who met me at the bar, her name is Lyria and she’s my ex.”

“You’re ex?” Aelin asked, one brow raised, but she didn’t look at him and just filled the next glass.

“Yeah,” Rowan said and Aelin looked at him now as she passed him his drink. “Ex-wife.”

Aelin fumbled the glass in the pass, Rowan managed to get it before it smashed to the ground but saving the glass sacrificed his shirt. Aelin gasped then grabbed a tea towel from where it hung on the oven and was frantically trying to soak it up.

“I’m so sorry,” Aelin said, hands pressing on his abs. She seemed to realise exactly what she was doing right in that moment and left the towel to him.

“It’s fine,” Rowan said as he took over trying to soak up some of the tea while Aelin poured him another glass.

“Just… ex-wife was a little bit of a shock.” This time Aelin slid the glass along the bench. “Go home and change.”

Rowan shook his head. “I think I’d rather just get this out.”

Aelin took a sip of her drink and nodded. Rowan made for the couch and Aelin followed him and sat down just as he did. Close but, but not close enough to touch.

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