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creampuffqueen · 4 years

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With your heart in your hand (and your sword at your side)

a/n: here it is! the first request from my 300 follower celebration! this was requested by the lovely @morganofthewildfire, with the prompt “They’ve grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be”, with Rowaelin! enjoy!

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Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, queen of Terrasen, stood in the courtyard of her palace, fire flickering at her fingertips, watching as the two small children before her copied her stance and produced puffs of smoke that billowed from their hands.

“Good, Thallan,” She praised her son, smiling as a spark flew from his open palm and onto the stone ground. The boy grinned back at her, stretching his arms out further to focus the heat more.

“Aerith, that’s so good!” Aelin turned to the other child, her youngest daughter, feeling the heat at her side. The tiniest of flames fluttered from Aerith’s hand, and the girl’s blue-gold eyes lit up with delight.

“Mama! I’m doing it!”

The flame sputtered out a moment later, and Aelin couldn’t resist scooping up her daughter into a hug. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!”

“Mama, look!” Thallan demanded her attention as a matching flame, twin to his sister’s, appeared in his palm.

Just like Aerith’s, Thallan’s flame didn’t last for more than a few seconds, but Aelin couldn’t care less. She pulled her littlest child toward her, relishing his squeal of delight.

“Both of you are doing so well!”

“Can we show Daddy?” Aerith begged, pointing to the sky. Aelin’s gaze followed the little finger, her grin widening as she saw the white-tailed hawk that was circling the courtyard.

“Of course you can. I know he’ll be impressed.”

Rowan dove to the ground, shifting in a flash of light and landing on his feet. The two five-year-olds escaped their mother’s grip to run to him, clinging to his legs.

“Daddy!” Thallan shouted excitedly, “Watch us! Me and Aerith can make fire like Mommy can!”

Rowan locked eyes with his mate across the yard, and she leaned against one of the walls with a smirk. Watch them, she said with her eyes, They both can do it.

“I’m gonna be the best fire wielder in the world!” Aerith laughed, focusing hard on the tips of her fingers. Fire danced at the tip of each one, for barely half a second, before going up in puffs of smoke. “Did you see that, Daddy?”

“That’s so good, sweetheart.” Rowan praised, his smile so wide that his pointed canines could be seen. “And you learned that so quickly.”

Beaming at his compliment, Aerith repeated her actions over again, producing small flames that went up in smoke.

Thallan tugged at his father’s hand, demanding his attention. “Daddy, I’m gonna be even better than Aerith.”

“Well, nobody can be better than Lyria,” his twin sniped back, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “So there.”

“Don’t start fighting, you two.” Rowan sighed. “Thallan, show me your fire. I’m sure both of you are incredible.”

He always knew just what to say. Aelin watched happily as her children both produced small bursts of flame. At five years old, they had already achieved a lot power-wise. Both of them were creating snowstorms in their cribs when they were toddlers, and their powers had only grown.

Recently, the two children had gotten overexcited during a game of hide and seek and set a curtain on fire, leading to their current situation; Aelin training both of them with her power of fire.

After showing off to his father, Thallan distracted his twin’s attempts at creating more fire by starting a game of tag. The high pitched squeals of the two children running around the courtyard were music to Aelin’s ears.

With Aerith and Thallan distracted, Rowan made his way over to his wife and mate. He wrapped a strong arm over her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her hair.

“Remember when they were so little?” Aelin sighed. Thallan nearly tagged his sister, but she shifted into her animal form at the last second, causing him to miss. The hawk she’d transformed into gave an indignant squawk, and flew up to the tallest tree.

“They’ve both grown so much.” Rowan agreed. “It’s hard to believe that they used to be that little.”

“Wasn’t it just yesterday they were just babies?” Aelin could feel herself starting to get emotional, and she wiped futilely at her eyes. “Wasn’t it just yesterday all of them were babies?”

“They grow up too fast.” Her mate murmured gently in her ear. “Remember how Lyria and Sam would crawl into our bed at dawn to snuggle?”

“Or how Aspen never liked to crawl, he was just sitting one day and walking the next?” Aelin sighed, reliving fond memories of her children.

“Or how Evalin would run around the palace with just her diaper and a tiara?” His hand rubbed gentle circles on her back as Aelin sniffed softly.

“And now they’re so big, Rowan.”

Before he could respond, Rowan’s attention caught on something in the sky. Aelin followed his gaze, a wet laugh escaping her throat as she saw her youngest children, both in their animal forms, chasing each other through the sky.

An ear-piercing shriek came from over the horizon, another bird flying over the high wall of the courtyard. Another white-tailed hawk, the same form as his father. Aspen shifted, landing on top of the wall, and waved to his parents.

“Hey Aspen, done with your schoolwork?” Aelin called, quickly drying her eyes.

“Uile air a dhèanamh*, Mama.” Her son replied proudly.

“Obair mhath, a mhic**.” Rowan replied in the Old Language. As part of their royal studies, Aelin and Rowan required all their children to study another language. Aspen, ever his father’s twin, chose to study the old language of the Fae.

“Are Aerith and Thallan practicing fighting?” Aspen asked, in common.

“Kids, do you want to show your brother what you can do?” Rowan called to the hawks in the sky. Both birds squawked back, and dove fast for the courtyard.

“Aspen we can make fire!” Aerith squealed, mouth already moving a thousand miles per hour straight from her animal form. “Watch watch watch!”

The twins proceeded to show off their new skills proudly, while their older brother looked on happily from his perch on the wall. Aelin glanced up at the sky, watching as the sun began to dip low.

“I think it’s almost time for dinner, yeah?” Rowan asked, interrupting Aspen showing the twins a move to control wind, “Let’s head in.”

“Rachamaid ithe!” Aspen cried happily, clearly trying to show off. When Aerith gave him a confused look, he translated, “Let’s go eat!”

Inside the palace, Aelin and Rowan sat at the dinner table, taking in the scenery of all their children gathered in one place.

Lyria, ever the princess, eating prim and proper. Sam, sunk low in his seat, arms crossed sullenly as he and his older sister quipped back and forth. Aspen, speaking rapidly in the Old Language to whoever would listen. Evalin, trying to get her little sister to hold still long enough to braid her silver hair. Aerith and Thallan, subtly flicking bits of dinner at each other.

Their family was messy and chaotic, and growing up far too quickly for her liking, but sitting there, eating dinner with all of them, Aelin wouldn’t trade them for the world.

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a/n: i used Scottish Gaelic for the Old Language, with just google translate, so it’s likely to not be correct. if anyone speaks that language, feel free to correct me!

Uile air a dhèanamh: All done

Obair mhath, a mhic: Well done, son

#mal's 300 follower celebration #mal writes stuff #fanfiction #throne of glass #tog #sarah j maas #tog gen 2 #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius

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creampuffqueen · 5 years

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Throne of Glass Generation 2 | Rowaelin’s Children

I’m so sorry this took so long to come out. School started last week, and I’m in a few activities, so I’ve been super busy. But here we are now, and I’ll try to continue posting about Gen 2 so y’all can get to know them all. (There’s SO many). Please send me asks about them, they really help me develop personalities for them more!

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Lyria Nehemia Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius:

Rowaelin’s eldest daughter and first born child. Golden hair and green eyes. She can control both flames and ice/wind, though her powers lean more towards fire. She’s wild and slightly crazy, very used to getting her way. She’s very smart and calculating, but can be silly, and more importantly, sarcastic. She’s also very loud and has a temper that she really needs to learn to reign in. Would die for her siblings, feels like she has to protect them at all times even though they can take care of themselves. Wants to stand out but wants to fit in at the same time, a bit confused.

Sam Gavriel Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius:

Rowaelin’s eldest son and second born. Silver hair and Ashryver eyes. Can control both flames and ice/wind, but leans more towards ice/wind. Can shift into a Red-tailed hawk. A year younger than Lyria and her opposite. Quiet and reserved, since he’s used to all the attention being on his sister. Chivalrous and caring, loves books more than life itself, loves music and is a good dancer. He is incredibly smart, can speak several languages fluently, but he really likes to be alone. Actually incredibly funny and his best talent is pissing Lyria off.

Aspen Rhoe Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius:

Rowaelin’s third born child, second eldest son. Silver hair and green eyes. Looks exactly like his father. His only powers are ice and wind, no flames. Can shift into a white-tailed hawk. He is literally Rowan stuffed into the body of a teenager. Looks like Rowan but without the tattoo. Honorable, silent, proud, and really really powerful. Is perceived as a stone-cold bastard but is really just a big softy with a mean resting bitch face. The thing unlike his father is he’s a very big reader and could live off of chocolate. Very territorial over his siblings, especially his little sisters. Often covers for Sam during training since his older brother hates it.

Evalin Elena Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius:

Rowaelin’s fourth born and second eldest daughter. Silver hair and ocean-blue eyes, nobody knows where she got those from. Control over flames, ice, and wind, powers lean towards all equally. Can shift into a peregrine falcon. She is the epitome of a princess. Regal and lovely, loves her luxury, could not survive without her maid. A little spoiled but still very kind. She’s a bit of a wimp and kind of squeamish but that won’t stop her from literally beating you up. She may just cry afterwards.

Aerith Essar Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius:

Rowaelin’s fifth born and third eldest daughter. ½ of the infamous Galathynius twins. Was born three minutes earlier than her twin and she never lets him forget it. Silver hair and Ashryver eyes. Unlike her sisters she keeps her hair shoulder length. Powers over flame, ice, and wind, leaning more towards ice and wind. Can shift into a red-shouldered hawk. Super mischievous and playful, a total goof. She’s very creative and likes to write; sometimes she’ll just be talking and she thinks of something and has to write it down right away. She got a bunch of notebooks for her birthday once and they are her most treasured possessions. She has a heart of gold and is super caring, she can’t stand to see anyone in pain. The power she uses most is the tiny drop of water from her mother’s side, and she uses it to heal. Shy around strangers but boisterous around family.

Thallan Ress Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius:

Rowaelin’s sixth born and third eldest son, their youngest child by only three minutes. Silver hair and Ashryver eyes. Other half of the Galathynius twins. Power over flame, ice, and wind, with powers leaning towards fire. Can shift into a red-shouldered hawk. He’s the mastermind behind all of Aerith’s plans and pranks. He understands his twin better than anyone and always knows exactly what to say to her. Creative and fun-loving, usually doesn’t have a care in the world. However, very caring at the same time. Loves to help, his favorite place in the world is in the kitchen, and not just because food. He loves to listen to stories and help out, and is very proud of his work. He is super high-energy and gets distracted and restless easily, and he loves flying.

#throne of glass #tog #gen 2 #generation 2 #tog gen 2 #children #rowaelin #twins

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creampuffqueen · 5 years

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Worlds of Fire and Darkness | Chapter Three

Read this on AO3! (Here) I love comments, they’re always appreciated! Feel free, I don’t bite!

The leaders of Terrasen and the Night Court celebrate holidays with their children

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"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy, wake up!"

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius mumbled as she woke, the candles around the room lighting as she did. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and glanced down. Sitting on the floor by her bed, her three year old daughter, Evalin, sat. The girl's silver hair reflected the candlelight in the room, and her blue eyes were shining.

"Mommy! It's Beltane!" Evalin's eyes were bright, and her voice was thick with excitement. Still groggy, it took Aelin a few moments to realize what her daughter was saying.

"Oh- Beltane. Gods, Ev, you're right. But it's so early." A quick glance to the outside confirmed it. It was dark outside, and the grandfather clock in the corner said it was four o'clock. "It's too early for you to be up. You need to go back to bed."

Speaking of which, how had Evalin gotten to her room in the first place? There were nearly a dozen guards posted in this wing of the palace during the night. Two outside her and Rowan's room, and two outside each child's room. She should have been alerted if any child was out of bed.

Evalin crawled onto the bed, her little hands finding purchase by digging into Aelin's legs. She winced slightly as the child stepped on her arm when she squirmed her way between her parents. Rowan was still fast asleep beside her, and it seemed nothing would wake him, not even being shoved nearly halfway off the bed by an overeager toddler. Evalin pulled the blankets over herself and hunkered down, and before Aelin could even ask what she was doing, her daughter was asleep again.

Aelin snorted and shook her head. She almost thought she had a vague memory of doing the exact same thing herself once; waking her own parents at an outrageously early time because of Beltane excitement. She laughed softly to herself for a moment before kissing her daughter's silver hair and extinguishing the candles. Yes, it was Beltane, but the celebrations could wait a while.

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The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when Aelin was awakened again. This time by a knock on the door. Neither Evalin nor Rowan stirred as she slipped out of bed, threw on a dressing gown, and made her way to the door of her suite.

Standing outside her door were the rest of her children. All of them. Even the littlest ones, Aerith and Thallan. The eldest, Lyria, held Thallan's hand, and Sam had Aerith in his arms. Aspen stood next to them, peering up with his pine-green eyes.

"What are you all doing up? It's barely five in the morning."

"We're too excited to sleep." Sam said softly.

"It's Beltane!" Lyria laughed. "You don't expect us to sleep in, do you?"

Aelin laughed and ushered them all in, taking Aerith from Sam and hoisting her up on a hip. Inside the suite, Rowan was finally up, though his green eyes were still bleary with sleep. Evalin was still out cold, and was buried under so many blankets that only her silver hair could be seen.

"It's Beltane, Dad!" Lyria squealed. She ran over and launched herself onto the bed, and would have slammed right into Rowan's chest had he not put his hands up and stopped her mid-air. Lyria giggled and pulled herself away, crawling over the bed until she was next to Evalin.

The rest of the children got onto the bed, and Aerith squirmed until Aelin put her down as well.

"Eviiiiii... get up..." Lyria said softly, her lips next to her little sister's ear. "It's Beltane, Evi, remember? With the fires? And the music?" Evalin growled softly from beneath the blankets, eliciting a squeal from Lyria. "Get up, Evi!" She trilled.

Evalin burst from her blanket pile and tackled Lyria, causing her sister to fall backwards onto the mattress.

"Fight!" Aspen cheered.

"No, no fight." Aelin said, plopping herself down on the bed and separating her daughters. "We don't fight on Beltane." When she tugged her two girls apart, ready to scold them, they were both laughing. Aelin caught Rowan's gaze and rolled her eyes, though neither could keep the smile from their face.

"I think it's too early for all this nonsense." Rowan said. "The sun's not fully risen yet. Everyone, back to bed."

And just as Evalin had earlier, all the children found a place in their parents' bed and tucked themselves in, giving them all horrifyingly innocent smiles as they did so.

And just like Evalin had, all the children were soon fast asleep.

Aelin got up from the bed, chuckling, and turned to face Rowan, who was standing as well. Without a word, he tucked her into his side and kissed her hair, breathing steady.

And Aelin didn't know if they stood there for minutes or hours, but she didn't really care. Didn't care how long they stood there, watching their sleeping children.

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"Camille, stay awake. It's going to start soon." I glanced at my daughter, who was half-asleep in her father's arms. Camille was six years old, and having major trouble staying awake. Of course, when I actually wanted her to stay up late and refuse to go to bed, she was nodding off. Thankfully, Cirrus was doing better. On the balcony where we sat, he stood at the railing, looking out at the night sky.

Even after years and years living in the Night Court, I never tired of this view. The night sky, from up in the sky. And tonight it seemed more beautiful than usual. It was, after all, Starfall.

Inside the House of Wind, the party was still going strong. I could hear the music and the voices from here. Rhys and I still had champagne glasses in our hands. However, we'd decided to be alone as a family when the stars began to fall.

If only they would fall, though. We'd been out here for the better part of an hour, and nothing to show from it except a little girl who was minutes away from falling asleep.

"I'm going to put Camille in a room." Rhys said softly. He made to stand up, but Cirrus turned from where he'd been watching the sky at the railing.

"No, something's going to happen." He insisted. "I know it's going to happen soon. Camille, you have to stay awake!" I looked at my son curiously.

"I won't be long." Rhys promised. "But Camille's falling asleep, and it's cold out, Cirrus."

"Stay outside." Cirrus insisted. "It's going to happen soon! I know it!"

I opened my mouth to take Rhys's side, explanations already prepared. But then-

"Camille! Look!" Cirrus cheered. He pointed to the dark sky. And there, from one edge of the horizon, I saw it. A falling star.

Cirrus cheered and danced around, still pointing, as the star flew across the sky. And another. And another. More and more joined it, so many stars.

Camille was awake in Rhys's arms, her violet eyes wide with wonder. Star after star fell through the sky, so, so many stars. Everyone inside had gone quiet, and I could see people, humans and faeries and Fae alike, staring up at the night sky with joy evident on their faces.

I had never seen so many stars before. Even Rhys hadn't seen that many stars before, he confirmed through the bond.

Cirrus shouted, and when I looked over, he was laughing at the glowing green goo in his hair, streaked across his face. Camille dashed over to him and held up her arms. A moment later another star splatted into her chest, and Cirrus caught her before she hit the floor. Both children were laughing and smiling and dancing, flinging goo at each other with a squeal.

I drifted over and held out my arms. A star crashed into me, and soon my hands and arms were glowing. I heard Rhys's chuckle, and a moment later strong arms wrapped around my waist, and a chin rested on my shoulder. I turned slightly to kiss his cheek as we watched our children play.

Cirrus chased Camille around the balcony with his green hands, and their laughs were the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. All around us, I heard peoples' laughs and cries of joy as the stars fell, and fell, and fell.

"A Starfall to remember." Rhys breathed. He held his own hand up to catch star. When his hand was glowing with green goo, he pulled me close. He gently laid his glowing hand on my stomach. "Though maybe the next one will be more memorable, what with a new little one and all."

"Shh." I said, though I couldn't help but smile. "They don't know yet."

Rhys laughed and kissed my cheek. "Of course, darling."

I sighed happily and turned back to the children. They were both hanging onto the rail of the balcony, reaching towards the sky, hands covered in stars.

No, I realized. This was the view I would never tire of. Never, not in a thousand years.

#throne of glass #a court of thorns and roses #tog #acotar #feysand #rowaelin #generation 2 #legacies #fanfiction #ao3fic

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