queen's crown
rowaelin + kiddos // written for April microfics @throneofglassmicrofics using the prompt "Crown"
word count: 725
warnings: none :)
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The Staghorn Crown of Terrasen sat atop its emerald-green velvet pillow, the gold spires that resembled antlers jutting proudly up into the still, silent air of the throne room. At its center, the kingsflame bloom encased in crystal seemed almost to glow, the scarlet and crimson and orange of its petals radiating warmth and light.
The princess rose onto her tiptoes and fixed her wide-eyed gaze upon the crown, the pedestal just barely taller than her head. At the sound of footsteps entering the throne room, she startled, and her elbow knocked into the pedestal as she wobbled, trying to keep her balance.
She stared, her wonder turning to horror, as the crown tipped off of its cushion and tumbled towards the floor.
But a swift, wintry wind brushed through the throne room, caught the crown, and deposited it neatly back on its cushion, its tendrils wrapping carefully around the princess as she wobbled on the steps.
"Are you alright, little love?" Her father's voice, her father's wind.
Six-year-old Alanna Whitethorn Galathynius felt her lower lip shiver as the tears slowly spilled out of her eyes, the same bright pine as her father's. In an instant, her father was there, scooping her up into his arms, soothing her.
"I--I almost broke Mama's crown," Lana half-sobbed, burying her face in her dada's warm shoulder.
"Shh, little love, it's alright." Rowan carried Lana back to her rooms, where her mother was waiting, concern on her face. He kissed the top of his daughter's blonde head. "You know Mama and I would never let anything happen to you, Lana."
She sniffled. "I sorry, Mama."
Aelin took her daughter from her mate's arms, giving him a brief, tender look. "Lana, lovey, you mean so much more to me than that silly old crown." She cupped the little girl's face, meeting Lana's teary gaze with her own steady one. "Were you trying to see Mama's crown?"
Lana nodded. "Auntie El said you used to try and see it all the time when you were my age."
A distant, yearning smile slipped across Aelin's face. "That was...a very long time ago. I'm surprised she remembers." When she was a child, Aelin had often slipped into the throne room to stare at the crown from a distance, a memory she'd almost forgotten until her daughter brought it up.
Calming, Lana touched the bracelet that curled around Aelin's wrist, a smaller version of the crown with golden prongs like antlers. An everyday crown. "It matches."
"Yes, it does." Aelin kissed Lana's forehead. "Do you want to go see the crown, lovey?"
Lana's big green eyes lit up. "Yes!"
"Alright, then." Aelin stood up and took Lana's hand, and with Rowan at her back, ever the hovering buzzard, she led her daughter down to the throne room. Together, they walked across the quiet, shadowed expanse of the room, its soft darkness broken by the sunlight that streamed in through the arched windows along the walls.
At the front of the throne room, she lifted the crown's cushion off the pedestal, slowly knelt down in front of her daughter with a flicker of a grimace of discomfort, and set the cushion on the ground. Lana's expression widened with wonder as she clung to her mother's hand and stared at the crown.
Rowan knelt next to Aelin, concern creasing his face. "Are you sure you should be--"
"I'm fine, you overbearing buzzard," she sighed, one hand drifting to her very rounded stomach.
A tiny mirror of her father, Lana pressed both of her small hands to Aelin's bump. "Mama, baby?"
"Baby is just fine, lovey," Aelin promised. Gently, reverently, she lifted the crown from its cushion and raised it into the shaft of sunlight, causing light to radiate off of the kingsflame bloom. As her daughter and her mate watched, she carefully lowered it onto her head, feeling its familiar weight settle over her.
Lana stared raptly. "Mama so pretty," she murmured.
Aelin smiled as she lifted the crown off her head. "One day, my daughter, this will be yours." Lana held very still as Aelin placed the crown atop her small head, holding it in place so it didn't slip down the princess's face.
And the Queen of Terrasen looked at the future queen, her heart full to bursting at the sight of her family.
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My a:tla post-canon headcannons
Even though Sokka is notoriously bad at art, he draws Yue constantly because he worries that he’ll forget what she looks like
Zuko loses sleep over his father’s diplomacy tactics, he studies them inside and out to ensure that he will never do anything like him, even to a fault
Toph never forgives her parents but cries when she sees her mom again, she never sees her father
Yue watches them all and leaves moonflowers outside their doors/windows on hard days. Even Zuko
Azula has short-term memory loss for the rest of her life because of the trauma
Katara cries the day she realizes she’s the age her mother was when she died
Zuko avoids Suki again after the war because the guilt starts to eat him alive. She has to corner him and force him to admit his guilt before he can speak to her again
Aang opens up a baking school on Saturday mornings in the EK to teach people how to make traditional air nation foods (especially fruit pies)
In between missions Ty Lee returns to the circus
Mai is a regular both at Aang’s baking lessons and Ty Lees shows
Zuko travels to Ember Island to see “Love Amongst the Dragons” every summer but always insists he take the others to see a “good version” elsewhere
Iroh has regular shipments of special teas sent to Sokka to help with his adhd
Zukos scar still burns sometimes in the middle of the night, he wakes up screaming. Iroh never mentioned it, no one else does either
Aang talks to Yangchen late at night when nightmares keep him up, he often cries in her lap the same way Kyoshi did
Probably more to come
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A new kind of touch...
@kibagib has done it again, this time for a scene from chapter 2 of Couch Surfing. Kiba perfectly captured the tenderness in Simon's hand positioning and the love-sick look in Johnny's eyes. Amazing work!
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The warmth of the room, the pressure of Johnny's head on his hip, and the pain that hummed in the back of his mind all combined to overrule common sense. He brushed his thumb into the buzzed hair just behind Johnny's ear and felt the shudder that ran through his body. Heat began to build behind Simon's sternum.
Slowly, Johnny turned his head, his eyes now wide open and blazing with something Simon couldn't… wouldn't name. Their gazes locked, and a boulder dropped on Simon's chest. He inhaled a shuddering breath, struggling for air as he drowned in stormy blue. The oxygen deprivation was his only excuse for the way his hand moved again, fingers trailing further up Johnny's neck to span over the stubbled jaw now within his reach.
Their gazes held, and Simon's sense of time disappeared in the undertow. The heat overwhelmed him, a flush working up his chest and onto his neck. His thumb stroked over a scruffy chin, then over the corner of parted lips.
He wondered vaguely if something really was wrong with him as the weight on his chest increased, breaths coming in quiet gasps.
A puff of air blew over the pad of his thumb when he finally broke through that last barrier and stroked over Johnny's lips.
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Read the whole fic by checking out the first comment here or clicking through to my pinned post!
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since palletshipping week is almost here, I’ll share some hcs!
Gary:
• I already mentioned this on my twitter, but his pendant from his first outfit (OS-Chronicles) was originally his late father’s 🥲
•His parents passed when he was about 3 years old. He has vague memories of his parents, but knew that they loved him :(
• His maternal grandparents live in Johto! He didn’t really get to see them in person for the first time until he journeyed to the region. The reason why is because his grandparents don’t like to travel and they are EXTREMELY old school so they don’t have rotom phones/video phones.
•His sister, Daisy is a Pokémon breeder in Paldea! She used to be a coordinator but wanted to take a different path after traveling a few regions. She now likes to style pokemon for contests :)
• Gary ends up doing online college for his Bachelor/Masters degree so that he can stay with Ash.
Ash
• His father passes when he was about 4 1/2 years old. Gary, knowing the feeling of losing a parent, comforts his during this time. (note: i know the canon AU implies that is dad is living. I’m basing the hcs off of the regular canon)
• one of his earliest memories with his dad is watching one of the Pokemon league competitions on TV
•pretty sure i mentioned this on twitter as well but, Ash eventually gets tired of the monotony of being a defending world champion, which leads into his existential crisis at the age of 14
• He likes to sleep in LATE on weekends. Poor guy isn’t used to working full time 😔
Both
•they start dating at the end of their time in Paldea. They’re about 15-16 during this period. Let’s just say that their experience in Area Zero may have expedited the confessions.
•They get engaged when they’re 21.
•they get married a year later at Oak’s Corral so that all their pokemon get to see them get married 🥹
•about 10 years into their marriage, they adopt a young girl named Luna (I’ll talk about her in a future post)
•if they can’t come to an agreement on what they should have for dinner, they battle!
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