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[whimsicallyreading]

Throne of Glass One Shots

My collection of One Shots and Short Fics for Throne of Glass

Canon

Burn Brighter-

Six Months-

Hello My Heart-

Sickness of the Heart-

Nothing I Wouldn’t Do-

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Alternate Universe

Short Fics:

Write Me-

(Part Two) (Part Three)

Write Me Outtake- Dear Aelin, Love Rowan

One-shots:

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart-

Just For Warmth-

You Don’t Even Go Here-

To Slay a Dragon-

Ink Therapy-

[talkfantasytome]

Rowaelin Baby Headcanon

When Rowan and Aelin have their first daughter, Rowan can't help but notice that she takes almost entirely after Aelin in attitude.

He absolutely adores it, viewing her as Fireheart the Second.

Only, he can't call her Fireheart, because that's what he calls Aelin. And that would get confusing.

So, instead, he starts calling her "Junior", and the nickname sticks. For the rest of her life Rowan calls her Junior, regardless of whether it'll confuse others or not, since she doesn't actually have her mother's name. But only Rowan calls her that.

[your-high-lady]

Sun, Moon, and Stars.

When Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, finds out that she's pregnant she doesn't know what to feel. She felt everything from...

A great fanfic about Aelin and Rowan that you need to read written by @faysand4ever

Summary: when Aelin Ashryver Galathynius found that she was pregnant she doesn’t know what to feel. She felt everything from excited to nervous to terrified. And though she doesnt want to admit, there was a small part of her that didn’t want the baby at all.

She didn’t want to tell rowan for fear of his reaction, but tell she does. His reaction is not the expected one. Emotions rose, problems and challenges present themselves. But they get through it. And left was as perfect as it was going to get.

But then he left, leaving Aelin alone and pissed. And hurt.

Read to find out what happens when Rowan gets back. Will he gain Aelin’s trust back? Or will Aelin hate him for the rest of her life?

[mutliwankenobi]

Rowan: Why are you covered in blood?

Aelin: Don’t worry it’s not mine.

Rowan: ...

Rowan: I don’t know if I should be more or less worried.

[galathynius]

Faking It - Chapter 5

Summary: Aelin has been invited to a wedding, but she can’t stand her extended family, and she certainly can’t go alone. The only problem? She doesn’t have a date. At this point, she’ll take anyone. The slightly irritating and definitely attractive barista at the local coffee shop has been flirting with Aelin for a few months, but it’s not until she’s desperate that she gives him a chance. It’s supposed to be a one-night-only, just-as-acquaintances kind of thing, but it doesn’t go quite as planned…

Author’s Note: Things are getting real lol. I struggled to get this chapter started but I think it turned out fine (and hopefully a little humorous). And yes, the Rowaelin is still coming. Slow build is good, right? | Reblogs are greatly appreciated :) Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters. A new chapter will be posted every Sunday at around 4:30 pm EST.

Tagging: @howtotameyourillyrian @becarefuloflove @drawtofeel

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People were filing into the church. Already it was beginning to look like chaos. Shrieking children ran down the aisle. A group of Aelin’s cousins were arguing about something, looking like they wanted to tear out each other’s throats. Her crotchety great aunt was complaining about the fact that everyone thought she needed help walking. The calmest section of the church was where Aelin’s parents sat with Aedion’s. Aelin made a beeline for them, dodging screaming kids.

Her parents broke out in wide smiles at the sight of her. “Aelin! It’s so good to see you,” her mother said, giving her a hug. Aelin returned it happily, and hugged her father, too. She was happy to see them; she hadn’t been able to spend the summer with them as she usually does because of her internship at the newspaper.

“Mom, Dad, this is my friend Rowan. Rowan, these are my parents, Evalin and Rhoe.”

Rowan smiled and shook their hands. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Are you a friend from school?” Evalin asked.

“He works at the coffee shop down the street from my apartment,” Aelin said.

There was a commotion behind them. They turned to see that the argument had turned into a fight, and people were pulling two of Aelin’s cousins off of each other. Aelin grimaced.

Her mother sighed and turned back to Rowan. “Well, it was nice of you to come with her. I hope you at least enjoy yourself a little bit.”

“It’s only going to get worse from here,” Aelin apologized.

“Well, it will certainly be… interesting.” Rowan shrugged. “Who knows, it might be fun.”

Aelin raised her eyebrows at his optimism. Maybe he was right.

Finally, the disarray died down and everyone took their seats. The ceremony began, and various family members made their way down the aisle. Aelin didn’t know much about the groom, Kyle. She’d met him once, briefly, at a family reunion. Her memory of that conversation had been overshadowed by the food fight that had broken out over a discussion about football. Aelin wouldn’t be surprised if a similar thing happened at this wedding.

The music changed to the wedding march, and the doors opened once more to reveal Dana. She floated down the aisle in the biggest and frilliest white dress Aelin had ever seen. How she could walk in it, Aelin didn’t know. Beside her, Aedion snickered.

“You can always count on Dana to be over the top,” he whispered.

“I don’t know how she got that through the door,” Aelin quipped. On Aedion’s other side, Lysandra laughed. Rowan was watching them with amusement.

Kyle stumbled over his vows and Dana was excessively tearful when giving hers. Aedion was shaking with barely-controlled laughter when she started sobbing in the middle of it. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

The church went dead silent when the priest asked if anyone had any objections and a drunken uncle stood up.

“I didn’t know that this was something people actually did,” Rowan murmured.

“In the Ashryver clan it is,” Aelin said dryly.

“He’s your relative?”

“Distantly.”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to say something.

“His fly is down,” he slurred.

Poor Kyle’s face went white. He looked down, mortified. Aelin’s uncle cackled. “Got you!” He smacked his leg, his shrill laughter filling the room. “So gullible! You’re perfect for each other.”

Not even Aedion was laughing. Kyle was pale and frozen to the spot. Dana looked furious. One of the other uncles got up and hauled the man out of the church. The crowd broke into nervous chatter.

Rowan looked stunned. Aelin bit her lip. “I did tell you they were awful.”

“And I underestimated what ‘awful’ meant,” Rowan said.

“Sorry I dragged you into this,” Aelin told him.

“No.” He shook his head, chuckling a bit. “This is going to make a great story.”

She was surprised by this and didn’t know how to respond. She just looked at him in disbelief.

“What, you’re not enjoying this even a little bit?” He grinned. “Your family would make one hell of a reality show.”

“You have no idea,” Aelin muttered, and found herself laughing with him. “Okay, maybe I am enjoying this a little bit.’

The priest raised his hand and the commotion died down. “If that is all,” he said. “We should continue.” Everyone went quiet again. Aelin caught Lysandra’s eye, a smile still lingering on her lips. Lys winked at her.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The reception was held in the ballroom of a hotel. The four had piled into Aedion’s car again to get there, laughing the whole time about the disruption.

“So, Rowan,” Aedion said, looking at him in the rearview mirror. “Had enough yet?”

Rowan laughed. “No, actually, I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.

“Just wait,” Aelin told him. “The worst is yet to come.”

They pulled into the hotel parking lot. “Maybe we should just book some rooms,” Lysandra said. “I have a feeling that after this none of us are going to feel up to driving home. I know I agree to be the designated driver, but I’m starting to realize I am definitely going to need more than one drink.”

Aedion agreed and went to the front desk to see if any rooms were available. The other three made their way to the ballroom. About half the guests had already arrived. The wedding party was nowhere to be found; Aelin figured they were out getting pictures.

“Ah, yes, socialization,” Aelin sighed. “The best part.”

“Brace yourself, Whitethorn. It’s going to get hairy,” Lysandra told him. It occurred to Aelin that that was the first time she’d heard his last name.

Rowan looked amused. “I can handle it. I work in a coffee shop. I deal with cranky people all day.” He gave Aelin a pointed look. She frowned, and Lysandra laughed. “Teasing,” Rowan said. “Can I get you a drink?”

Aelin nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”

Lysandra went to find Aedion, leaving Aelin on her own. It was then that her obnoxious cousin Lorelai approached her.

“So,” she sneered, looking in Rowan’s direction. “You’re resorting to an escort now, hm? How much did you have to pay for him?”

“Cut it out, Lorelai,” Aelin said.

“Come on, we both know that you can’t get a date to save your life. So where’d you get him?”

Aelin rolled her eyes. Lorelai wasn’t entirely wrong, but Aelin certainly wasn’t about to tell her that. Her cousin didn’t need to know that Lysandra had found him for her. “He’s here with me because he wants to be.”

“Oh, is he? I’m surprised.”

Frankly, Aelin was too. “As if you’re such a catch.”

Lorelai scoffed. “I could have anyone in this room if I wanted them.” Aelin made a face. The majority of all people in this room were related to Lorelai in some way. She doubted that had even occurred to her cousin. Lorelai stepped closer, looking smug. “If he’s not an escort, what is he, then?”

Aelin wasn’t sure what possessed her to say it. Maybe it was because she didn’t want Lorelai to have the satisfaction of being right. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to have to explain to everyone a million times that she and Rowan were just friends. Maybe it was because part of her wanted it to be true. But why she did it didn’t matter; the outcome was still the same.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Crap.

[queenbeekb13]

Ok but at this point SJM could basically just make a novella out of all the weddings that we haven't had the pleasure of reading.

[aelin-and-feyre]

Me: *is grumpy*

Me: It's been more than a week since you read Chapter 28 of Queen of Shadows

Me: *reads it*

Me: *isn't grumpy anymore*

[queensflame]

Rowaelin