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The Other Side Of The Fence

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CW: mentions of domestic abuse

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The sun was blazing down like it always was, burning Aelin’s skin where she laid in the crunchy brown grass. It was the middle of summer in the middle of fucking nowhere, and while the sun was technically setting soon, it refused to go easily. 

She stared up at the puffy white clouds, picture perfect ones just like a damned kid’s drawing. With another drag of her cigarette, she exhaled and ruined those clouds with a hazy stream of gray. 

Laying on the hill behind her sorry excuse for a house, clad in just her tiny cut off denim shorts and a faded bra, smoking a cigarette, no one would look at her and think she was going places. But she wasn’t offended, because it was true.

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What the Truth Is

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~1.5k words

CW: implications of an eating disorder, brief depictions of sexual abuse

just a quick thing I wrote last night in an hour! Hopefully it's coherent!

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Celaena walked into the office that morning feeling like she did every day - nauseous and fucking empty. 

It was an effort not to hurl up the meager breakfast she’d eaten this morning; in fact, it took everything in her not to stop in the bathroom and stick a finger down her throat to do just that. But, no, she was trying to stop that. She needed to stop that. 

He’d made a comment the other day about how skinny she was getting, how she had no meat on her bones anymore. Nothing for him to grab, were his words. And that was dangerous, because he could be starting to not want her. And she needed him to want her, no matter how much he disgusted her. 

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Just wrote this in an hour lol, don’t know what to say, but I like the vibes 😊 it reminds me of Ivy

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The Terrasenian Countryside, 1839

The orchard was quiet, like it always was. The silence was only punctuated by the lilting sounds of the outdoors: the birds singing in the flowering blooms, the insects buzzing around and floating in the summery breeze, that same breeze flitting through the branches of the trees, and of course the sounds of his paintbrush darting across the canvas.

There were no words that passed between him and his muse, though her blue eyes were trained on him with the whisper of a thousand hidden secrets.

Rowan Whitethorn knew they were playing with fire, but the risk made the moment that much more charged. If anyone were to discover them… for multiple reasons it would lead to either his banishment or his death.

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guys i wrote!

~ 900 words

CW: mentions of drug use, mentions of kidnapping

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It was around 3 in the morning when a familiar knock rapped at his window. 

Rowan was awake in an instant, a sigh escaping through his nose before he could even consciously comprehend what was going on. But he didn’t need to, this dance already so ingrained in his brain it was just muscle memory as he rolled out of bed, throwing on the glasses he never wore apart from times like this, before dragging his feet over to the window.

A familiar head of blonde hair was already peering at him through the glass, and he didn’t even need to look into her eyes to know she was high. But he did anyway, and like always, mourned the sight of that beautiful blue being swallowed up by that unforgiving black.

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The Trouble With Tinder

part 2

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part 1 here

CW: NSFW

i know this probably sucks 😅 it felt very awkward to write, but it's finally here!!! let me know what you think!

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Her first thought was to chuck her phone across her room. What the fuck? 

“Oh you’re so stupid,” she said to herself, immediately sitting up on her knees, staring at the screen below. Not only did she swipe right, seemingly so did he. So yeah, what the fuck?

Tinder had opened up a chat screen for the two of them, almost taunting the hell it’d brought down on her. Even if she ignored it, what was she supposed to say at work on Monday?

Oh yeah, sorry I was drunk and horny. I saw your shirtless pic and I wanted to lick you all over. 

Because that would go well. 

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The Trouble With Tinder

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a rowaelin oneshot.... maybe

just a little fun au! parts of their job are inspired by The Hating Game

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If Aelin Galathynius was certain of anything in her life, it was that she hated Rowan Whitethorn.

A coworker at the same publishing firm as her, she’d known him for a few years at this point. And throughout those years, she hadn’t warmed up to him whatsoever.

They were technically at the same level, but he treated her like he was her boss, always assigning tasks and acting like he needed to double check her work. Acting like he was better than her. It was infuriating. 

But she needed this job too much to quit, so she had to just deal with it.

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Same Time Thursday - Aelin's Answer

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Part 2 to this outtake here, picks up directly where it leaves off

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Her mom looked concerned, but didn’t question it as she led her into the room at the back of the hallway: their library. Elia had always felt at home around books, something she knew she’d inherited from the woman right next to her.

“What is it, sweetheart?” her mom asked as she sat down on the comfy couch in the corner, tucked behind bookshelves to make it a cozy little reading corner. Elia sat down next to her, some space in between that felt like miles. “What’s wrong?”

She sucked in a shaky breath, fighting the tears that were threatening her once again. She thought she’d be all out of them after her conversation with her dad, but apparently not. 

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12 Days of Rowaelin Day 1: First Holiday Season Together

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okay, so this one is very short, but i thought it was sweet 😊 i'm just trying to get my writing juices back into working order! hopefully you enjoy!

@rowaelinscourt

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The air was icy that morning, and all Rowan wanted to do was stay in bed, curled up under the comforters and not exposing an inch of his skin to the cruel cold. Why would he bother leaving, when all he wanted was right here?

Golden hair was strewn across his face, tickling his nose, but he didn’t even move to shift it. Aelin’s warm body was tucked into his, her head in his neck and her arm wrapped over his chest, her leg tucked over his hip. It was her favorite way to sleep, and he certainly wasn’t complaining. He enjoyed having her in his arms. 

And just maybe - he was mooching off her body heat.

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By Your Side

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Happy Yulemas Swap @writtenonreceipts !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This piece was originally supposed to be a whooooole long oneshot but i've been really out of the groove so i was forced to shorten it down to just a snippet, but there's more out there if i ever get the chance to write it!!!

This is very much inspired by your love for my oneshot 2 AM Walks from two years ago 🥰 you were always so nice about that one, so I wanted to deliver you another single parent holiday au! Hopefully you enjoy, this is just an introduction, there's a lot more to this world 😉

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Aelin’s arms were going to fall off. It was official. The dozen plastic grocery bags were digging into her arms, making indents on her skin through her sweater as she struggled to carry them up the stairs. Eloise had asked if she needed help, but all she’d ended up giving to the little girl was one plastic bag, filled with just the little reindeer stuffed animal they’d picked up at the store.

It’d been on sale. That was the only way she’d be able to afford it with all of the money already spent on Yulemas presents. 

Even the price of just groceries and essentials had made her cringe. Sam’s child support hadn’t kicked in yet for the month, but she still needed the food. So she’d done what she had to do.

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CW: mentions of cancer, implications of prostitution, mention of death, implications of child abuse, NSFW,

~ 11k words

it is complete 😭 this story has been quite the ride, and i would love to know what you all think; also, i'm trying to work on the formatting, i don't know why it's been so weird lately

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Now 

Rowan groaned as he slowly returned to the waking world, his eyes bleary as he slowly cracked them open. 

His whole body felt heavy with exhaustion, and he lifted a tired hand to rub at his face, his other unconsciously searching for the body at his side. 

But he found nothing but sheets. 

The thought shocked him awake, and he sat up, glancing over to find an empty bed. The cup of water and the pain medication was gone from his nightstand, and the door of his bedroom was open too. Had she -?

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You're On Your Own, Kid

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CW: mentions of cancer, implications of prostitution, mention of death, implications of child abuse, NSFW,

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Eleven Years Ago

“How was class?” Aelin asked Rowan as he made his way over to her in the hallway, his backpack slung over both shoulders. He shook his head, his silver hair flopping over his forehead. 

“Horrible,” he answered, “pop quiz.”

They fell in line next to each other, heading down the hallway and out of the middle school building. 

“But you love history,” she asked, brows furrowed. “I’m surprised you didn’t ace it.” He just shrugged and she decided not to pry, just walking next to him in the quiet. 

“I had music today,” Aelin continued after a minute, “Miss Florine let me play on her piano again.” 

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CW: mentions of cancer, implications of prostitution, mention of death, implications of child abuse

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Now

Rifthold was overwhelming. That was Rowan Whitethorn’s first thought when he’d entered the city. Coming from such a small town, tiny Perranth in the middle of nowhere in Terrasen, it was a big change. He’d never seen a skyscraper before then, and he’d certainly never seen so many of them clustered in one place.

He’d driven all the way from Perranth with all of his stuff stuffed in the back of his car, and he felt oddly out of place in the downtown traffic, commuting to his new apartment while everyone else was commuting to work. 

At the age of 25, Rowan could admit to the fact that he’d never left the radius of fifty miles around his hometown. He’d been born there, he’d grown up there, he’d gone to college as close as possible, and to the law school there after that. After his dad had left, good riddance, his mom was raising him by herself, and there hadn’t been enough money to go around for any sort of fancy vacations.

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Happy Anniversary

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okay... so this is dirty. The dirtiest thing I've written in a long time hahaha. It was mostly written this afternoon so forgive me if it is a bit rushed/choppy, but hopefully you enjoy 😏

CW: NSFW

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Aelin Galathynius, formerly Aelin Galathynius Westfall, stared at her closet and wondered why the hell she had absolutely no clothes. Of course, in reality she had plenty. She’d grown up privileged and wealthy, the daughter of two ridiculously successful business owners. And in her first marriage, she’d wanted for nothing either. Well - besides a loving husband, a faithful husband, and a satisfying sex life, but that wasn’t the issue now.

She had clothes; but absolutely none she wanted to wear. 

Aelin nearly picked up her phone and called Lysandra, but decided against it, instead choosing to collapse on her bed and groan into her pillow. Maybe she was being a bit dramatic, but it was her six month anniversary with Rowan, and he was taking her somewhere fancy. He hadn’t specified where, but knowing him, it was going to be somewhere ridiculously overpriced, somewhere he could spoil her.

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A Place To Go

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literally have no idea what this is lol, it is probably very bad so just be warned

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Aelin was sitting right across from him, her legs tucked under herself, her hands holding up her deck of cards in front of her, her top teeth gnawing on her lower lip as she considered her next move. Rowan had already gone, leaving him to watch as she figured out what to do, or tried to figure out if there even was anything to do. 

Two games deep into Uno, and three glasses of wine in, he was feeling a bit loose and light hearted, especially as he got closer and closer to winning. He only had four cards left in his hands, while she had nearly eight. He couldn’t quite tell because they were all bunched together in a messy stack, not separated enough to be told apart. 

He’d nearly told her to fix it, so he could clearly see his competition, but Aelin had just smiled at him and he’d forgotten all about it. She had such a beautiful smile, so warm and so inviting. She could just smile at him, and he’d do anything she wanted, he’d trust her with anything. In the six years they’d known each other, she’d never broken his trust. 

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Meet Me At Noon

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1923

Her ears were ringing. She could barely hear anything, let alone say anything as she processed what had just come out of his mouth. She couldn’t have heard correctly. She couldn’t have. 

Her parents couldn’t be Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius, because that would make her…

“Aelin,” she breathed, the name foreign on her tongue. Her name. Celaena’s brows were furrowed as she stared idly at his shirt. “You’re telling me I’m Aelin Galathynius?”

She glanced up at him in confusion, and in disbelief. He was looking back down at her, his face full of emotion. 

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Don't Say You Need Me - Chapter 1

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based on the album Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey

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this is a shorter chapter, just to start the fic, but they'll get longer after this! Let me know what you think!!! I'm super excited to share this with you!

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My life, it comprises of losses and wins and fails and falls

~ money, power, glory by Lana Del Rey

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No one was listening to her.

Aelin had been playing at this stupid bar for nearly an hour, and the best she’d cobbled together was a few girls who looked far too young to be in here. And chances were they recognized her one semi-popular song from Tik Tok. Her record label had manufactured a trend to it, and it went somewhat viral, to Rolfe’s pleasure.

She didn’t mind the trend, the exposure was good. But now to Rolfe, that was enough. No more money, no more effort, needed to be put into promoting her album. Hence why she was here.