“But, she needed to not mess this up, which looking at Rowan like she was tonight might very well do. He wasn’t looking at her the same way. Probably.
She whirled, leaving her own glass on the side and marched into her bedroom, the one opposite Rowan’s. But she wasn’t thinking about that, she needed this loft to work out.”
And they were roommates! A New Girl inspired Rowaelin fic.
A Throne of Glass x New Girl fanfic. Rowaelin. No warnings.
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AN: This first chapter is heavily inspired by the first episode of New Girl but this fic will diverge from the show in the future!
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Aelin looked up from her phone screen to the large brick building in front of her. Squinting in the sunlight, she took in the old warehouse with its rustic, evenly spaced square windows.
She looked back down to her phone, her text conversation with her cousin Aedion left open. Loft 4D, his message read. She tried the entrance to the building, but the rusty door wouldn’t budge.
Sighing, she tapped call on Aedion’s contact.
“Hello?” His voice came through the tinny speakers of her phone.
“Hey Aedion, it’s Aelin. I think I’m outside.” She peered through the glass of the door, looking for any sign of the golden haired man.
“Oh, right, one second,” The phone clicked as the call ended. She pulled her phone away from her ear, staring at it puzzledly.
“Aelin!”
As she reopened her phone to make the call again the shout rang out from above and she squinted back up at the building to a now open window a few floors up. Aedion peered out of the window waving enthusiastically at her.
“We’ll buzz you up now, fourth floor.”
She raised a thumb towards him and stepped inside when she heard the click of the door.
She hadn’t seen Aedion in a few months, the last time being at a family event hosted by one of the endless Ashryver relatives, but they were friendly enough for cousins. She hadn’t expected his message the day before, offering her the spare room in his loft, but she supposed her mother must have let slip the situation Aelin was in and Aedion was generous enough to extend the offer.
The situation Aelin was in was the result of her cheating, now ex-boyfriend Arobynn. He had been away travelling for a few months and Aelin had prepared for his return by slipping into something silky and small and setting herself up in their house to surprise him.
She hadn’t prepared for the short, curvy woman he had returned with.
Not thirty minutes later Aelin had been in a cab, cursing Arobynn to hell. Most of her belongings were shoved in two duffel bags on the seat next to her as she made her way to her best friend Lysandra’s apartment, ultimately homeless.
As the elevator pulled to the fourth floor, Aelin took in her reflection of the elevator door. She smoothed her hair behind her ears, then untucked it again. It was only Aedion and his roommates, and she just needed a room.
She’d known a couple of Aedion’s roommates from previous birthday events of his own, but not greatly. She scowled briefly at the thought of Lorcan, the grumpy, giant of a man, who her previous interactions with had all ended with snarled insults, but it was harmless. At least to her, she couldn’t begin to understand what went through the raven-haired man’s mind.
She stepped out of the elevator to the hallway just as the door to loft 4D was pulled open. The first thing she spotted were the swirling lines of an elegant tattoo, creeping up the arm holding the door handle.
Rowan Whitethorn, Aedion’s college roommate who she had met maybe once or twice, held the door open, smiling at her slightly. Her eyes tracked up his muscular arms to the broad planes of his chest and shoulders stretching the plaid shirt he wore tightly. His tanned skin peeked out from the collar of the shirt setting off his silver hair nicely. She swallowed before opened her mouth.
“Hey,” She started. “Thanks for having me.”
“Not a problem,” His voice was low and gravelly, but he cleared his throat as he lifted his arm, stretching behind himself into the loft beyond. “Come in, the others are in the living room.”
She smiled and ducked past him through the doorway into the short hallway of the apartment. She heard Rowan shut the door but was spotted by Aedion who grinned as he bounded over from the open living area, a mug of coffee gripped tightly in his hand.
“Aelin! Glad you’re here, how you doing?” He swept her into a tight hug but drew back as he seemed to realise his mistake. His face twisted awkwardly as he leaned back. “Apart from, you know…” He trailed off releasing her fully.
“Don’t,” She groaned but laughed it off shaking her head and turned to smile at the others in the room.
Lorcan was sat on the end of the brown leather couch, his dark hair hanging over his shoulders, arms crossed, and legs stretched out in front of him. He offered her a brief nod as Aedion reintroduced them.
“Lorcan, you know, and of course Rowan.”
The two men acknowledged their introductions, but her attention was drawn to the only male she hadn’t already met.
In the space next to Lorcan, a blonde man with golden skin dressed in grey sweatpants and a loose t-shirt reclined into the sofa, both arms draped along the back. He offered her a wide smile and a hand to shake in greeting.
“I don’t think you’ve met Fenrys.” Aedion smiled widely, taking his seat next to the new introduction, followed by Rowan.
“Great to meet you,” Fenrys offered taking her hand in his own.
She shook Fenrys’ hand with a smile and crossed the room to the remaining seat, a single chair facing the couch. She smoothed her skirt down as she sat, readying herself for the inquisition.
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When Vaughan moved out of the loft to move cross-country with his girlfriend, Rowan assumed they would use the spare room as maybe a home office for Aedion, or a work-out space for Fenrys. His recent obsession with training them all to practice his coaching for his job at the nearby high school wasn’t going down well so far in the oddly shaped space remaining in the living area. But, Rowan hadn’t objected when Aedion asked them if he could offer it to his cousin who was in need of a room.
Rowan had been friends with Aedion since their first year of college and had lived with him for most of the eight years since then. Their friendship was easy, despite a rocky start, since the collision of Aedion’s bubbly personality and Rowan’s quiet demeanour had initially resulted in a stiff acquaintanceship until an incident in their freshman year had led Rowan to view the other male as more of a brother. Not that he would ever admit it.
The first time he had met Aedion’s cousin, Aelin, he was a shy, nineteen-year-old and Aedion had introduced them at his own nineteenth birthday party thrown at his parents’ home in Terrasen. He remembered stammering his hello to eighteen-year-old Aelin, stunned by her bright blue eyes and golden hair that matched Aedion’s.
He hadn’t spoken much to her that first time, he’d been nervous and intimidated by the confident, beautiful young woman, but he had met her a few more times since and they had been cordial each time in their brief exchanges.
He didn’t mind a new roommate, especially when it would mean his own rent wouldn’t increase. Not that he would struggle to cover the increase, with the extra shifts he had been picking up at the bar since the break-up with Lyria six months ago.
Lyria. His on-again-off-again girlfriend of three years. They had finally called it off-again for good recently and he considered himself to be doing well in not texting her again for the first time. This break-up felt different to the previous ones.
As he took his seat next to Aedion he observed the girl sitting opposite them all. She had definitely matured in the years since he had last seen her, more a woman than a girl now. Her golden hair fell in soft waves to her middle, and her body had settled into its gentle curves from the slimness of her teens when they had first met. The loose dress she wore fit the muggy Adarlan summer air, as well as bringing out the gold ring in her blue eyes.
“So,” Aedion began, “We know you need a room. Do you have any, uh, questions for us?”
Rowan smoothed his hands down his jeans, waiting for the list of questions he was sure Aelin would have.
“Um,” She started, unsure, “The bathroom. Is there only one? What’s the deal on that?”
Rowan heard Lorcan snort and felt the shaking of Fenrys’ laugh beside him. The bathroom rota, devised by Aedion, sick of being late for work when one of the others took too long, had been a point of contention in the loft since its introduction a year ago. It was mostly followed now, with only minor complaints.
They each had twenty minutes allocated from six-thirty in the morning, but Rowan’s were often up for grabs. He didn’t need them that early when most days he got back from the bar past midnight and didn’t wake up until the others had all left for work.
He knew Aelin was a teacher, like Fenrys, so maybe she could take his allocation. It seemed Aedion was on the same wavelength.
“There’s a schedule,” He said with an almost imperceptible level of embarrassment, but Aelin seemed to hear it too as the corner of her mouth drew up in a teasing smile. Rowan didn’t let himself stare too intensely at her mouth.
“Okay great,” She drawled mockingly. “I’m used to the rush getting ready for work from living with Arobynn.” She looked down at that but waved a hand as if she could beat the thought away.
“Aww Ae,” Aedion said. “Don’t be sad over that asshole. You can just get drunk and forget about him, it’s what Rowan’s been doing over Lyria.”
Rowan’s head shot up at that, glaring at Aedion who was barely even trying to hide his grin.
He sighed, it wasn’t that he had been drinking to get over Lyria, he just worked in a bar. Where there was alcohol that he could drink and at the same time he has been getting over Lyria. Two completely separate things.
Aelin seemed to look at him in understanding and then shrugged.
“I’m down for that,” she said. “It will make a change from crying over Dirty Dancing.”
All four of them groaned at that.
“There won’t be any of that in this living room.” Lorcan stated, in a tone that Rowan wouldn’t even try and debate with. Lorcan probably wouldn’t fight over Dirty Dancing but he couldn’t be sure.
“Dirty Dancing is a sure fire way to get over a break-up,” Aelin said defensively.
Rowan laughed shaking his head at the dynamics already building for the loft, this would surely be fun.
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Aelin knew she didn’t have to defend herself to Lorcan, especially not over a film that she was confident in her enjoyment of, but she couldn’t resist winding him up.
She continued. “I need the boost especially considering now basically all of my friends are models.”
Years of being friends with Lysandra had almost numbed Aelin to her beauty, her flowing dark hair and piercing eyes captivated many, not to mention her sizeable breasts. It was what Aelin supposed, made her so successful in her career. Though she knew her best friend was attractive it didn’t normally make her feel insecure but the recent break-up had been a knock to her confidence, but she knew it wouldn’t last long.
Fenrys coughed, leaning forwards, suddenly very interested. “All of your friends are models?”
Aelin nodded and watched Fenrys. His fingertips formed a triangle as his elbows rested on his knees.
“Excuse us, I need to have a word with my boys.” He gestured for the others to follow him to the kitchen.
Rowan and Aedion shifted. Rowan dug Fenrys lightly in the side, narrowing his eyes, but Fenrys just wiggled his eyebrows at Rowan in return.
“My boys.” Lorcan muttered “That is not a thing.” But uncrossed his arms and stood to lead the way to the kitchen.
Aelin couldn’t hear what followed, but it seemed to involve some pleading from Fenrys with Rowan and Lorcan looking varying degrees of uncomfortable. She definitely caught Fenrys mouth the word models, as his arms jerked out, hands splayed wide, but she looked away and took in the rest of the loft.
The open plan living room was surprisingly homely for a group of men in their mid-twenties, with a worn-looking brown-leather sofa with a number of patterned pillows and throws draped along. The wooden dining table behind looked worn but sturdy, with a few odd items left haphazardly on the top.
It was also surprisingly clean. She supposed that’s probably Aedion’s influence, not that the others were slobs, but Aedion had always been a meticulous cleaner, and hideously organised.
After some more hushed whispers the men turned and slotted back into the living room. Each took up the spot they had occupied before.
“We,” Rowan waved a hand between the members of the group “just have a few questions we need to ask. Logistics.” He directed a pointed look in Fenrys’ direction.
“You don’t have pets do you?” Lorcan asked.
“Nope.” She shook her head.
“You don’t keep weird hours like Rowan do you?” Fenrys chimed in with a scowl at Rowan who raised his hands.
“No,” She replied with a laugh, “The youth of Adarlan test my patience regularly enough for me not to risk going to work without enough sleep.”
They all nodded along.
“And you can move in right away?”
“Yes, as soon as possible. I don’t think Lysandra’s roommate likes me.”
Manon Blackbeak had lived with Lysandra for years, and had always seemed the quiet type to Aelin, seeming to keep to herself. She was stunningly beautiful, as all of Lysandra’s model friends were, but her personality didn’t seem to match. Moving in with them, Aelin had seen a new side to the golden-eyed woman. A side that was particularly unhappy that Aelin and most of her belongings were covering the small space of Lysandra and Manon’s living room. It was why she needed a new place. Fast.
“Okay, great.” Aedion said, smiling at her “We’d love for you to move in as soon as you’re ready.”
She couldn’t hold back her own grin, relieved at how easy it had been with this group of males.
Hello, Loft 4D.
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This is the first fanfic I’ve posted for Throne of Glass! I hope you enjoy I’m very excited for this!
“I don’t think she needs Havilliard, have none of you noticed her room has been empty for days?”
Rowan’s thumb stilled above her knee.
“What?” Aedion’s eyes flicked to her own as he spoke.
Lorcan rose from the floor, wiping his hands off against his baggy t-shirt, a shit-eating grin threatening at his lips. Aelin stared him down and she knew Rowan was doing the same.
He cocked his head at her, locks of his dark hair sliding forward over his shoulder. “I have the bedroom closest to their end of the loft, even so I’m surprised none of you have heard the noises coming from Whitethorn’s room.”
He didn’t break eye contact as he revealed her little secret, but Aelin didn’t miss a beat. “If you like listening so much you’re always welcome to join.”
New agkol snippet anyone?? A long one because I’m feeling generous!
previous chapter here if you missed it
“He drifted over to her, lightly bracing his arms on the bar in front of himself and across from her, and she smiled widely up at him, the sounds of her friends’ lively conversations fading into the background. She had long since stopped contributing, content to sit back and watch the whirlwind that was Elide Lochan, but she was more than happy to be faced with Rowan, especially when he was smiling at her in such a way that brightened his whole face.
“Hey you,” He said, his voice soft. “Had enough to drink yet?”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” She slurred, her voice creeping up at the end. Shit, maybe she had had enough to drink. She’d never back down though.
His smile widened at her, his eyes crinkling in a way that she couldn't help but stare. She loved his smile. Sober Aelin could unpack that later.
“You want to know what I think?” She asked him, cocking her head.
“Do I?” He laughed, and at her unimpressed glare he said, “Go on.”
“I think,” She walked her fingertips across the bar until she poked an index finger into the top of his hand. “I think the bartender is being stingy with me.”
“Right,” He laughed. “Maybe you should call the police,” A nod towards Lorcan and Elide. “I’m sure there are laws about how much alcohol free drinks have to contain.””
update on agkol chapter 19: i figured out where i was getting so stuck and now rowaelin are in bed discussing rowan’s credit score... exciting. i’m hoping to finish it today or at the latest tomorrow
