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[leiawritesstories]

queen's crown

rowaelin + kiddos // written for April microfics @throneofglassmicrofics using the prompt "Crown"

word count: 725

warnings: none :)

enjoy!!!

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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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[catastrophesandcures]

|| A Heavy Name || Throne of Glass One-Shot ||

(Where: the new Heir of Terrasen struggles with cursive G’s, the eyes of people long gone, and holding up her mother’s name)

Adele, Age 8

Adele Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius wishes for a shorter name. Her hand cramps, fingers occasionally spasming, as she signs her name over and over and over, over, over…

She works to perfect her handwriting, to get accustomed to the long loops and scrolls. She’s sometimes taken to signing with a simple AAWG, but Uncle Darrow, the old badger, says princesses of Terrasen wield their powerful names. 

What the sword won’t do, the name can. 

Adele glares over her shoulder to the portrait of Uncle Darrow that hangs beside old king Orlon. Adele shakes her practice sheet at Uncle Darrow’s stern, always watching picture as if to say, See? I’m not cutting corners! 

Adele peaks at Orlon, then. For some reason, she’s always afraid to fully look the painting in the eye. Beside him, Grandfather Rhoe. Then, Grandmother Evalin. She looks like Mama, but younger. She has the same eyes as Mama, maybe softer, less…wild. Adele looks away from Grandmother Evalin too, not able to think about Mama not having a mama. She stops looking at what she calls the Big Pictures–faces of the dead–and moves her gaze to the smaller frames along the hearth’s shelf, to the pocket sized portrait of her younger brother, Arryn. He’d just cut his own hair, and the golden strands spiked in different directions. Adele giggles. He looks awful, and the squiggle of a mustache she’d drawn over his lip has yet to be noticed. 

Uncle Darrow seems to frown down at her, then. She can hear him telling her to get back to work. Adele rolls her green eyes, but practices and practices until her handwriting is perfect. She must be perfect. Not just a princess of Terrasen, but Heir of Aelin Firebringer. Heir of so many people. There are so many eyes, waiting and watching. 

Adele messes up her G, again. She always messes up the G of Galathynius. She starts a new line, from her first name, and goes and goes, her little hand straining to hold the quill, straining to make it to the end. 

She loops the G in the wrong direction. 

“Rutting G!” 

Adele likes to curse when she’s alone, and she spits the word Uncle Aedion taught her again and again. Her chest heaves and she pants, tearing the paper in half, shredding it to pieces, and splits them until she holds confetti. 

Until she holds burning paper in too small hands. Ashes fall between her fingers, her palms unable to keep all that she holds, all that she burns. 

She doesn’t often cry. Adele is a princess, Heir of Fire–she is strong. 

But, she weeps. The blooming flame in her hands rutting scares her. She can’t put it out. She shakes her hands. She blows, but her breath is shallow and shaking. 

Adele screams. Screams at her hands, at the fire, at the G’s she turned to ash and stomped beneath her feet. Her handheld fire blooms and grows. “Rutting stop!” Adele screams at her open, unburnt palms. 

And then cool, soft but calloused hands, close over hers. Water meets her fire until there’s no more smoke, but steam. They are the most familiar hands in the world. Scarred and calloused; nimble, long fingers prone to playing a haughty tune on the pianoforte. Cool to the touch. Patient. They keep holding Adele’s, hers sweaty and clammy. 

Adele doesn’t look up. Her chin dips to her chest as tears roll down her face, her nose. 

Fingers catch her tears–cool, calloused, familiar. “Why do you cry, Fireheart?”

Adele sobs at the name. Exhausted, head splitting, she relinquishes to her mother’s embrace and nestles into the space between chin and breast. The safest place in the world, as if Mama’s body had been carved to fit Adele’s. 

“Because,” Adele hiccups, “I’m not perfect.” Another hitch of uneven breath, then, “And it makes me feel lost.”

Mama grips Adele, tight and warm. She smells like the embers of a home’s hearth, like jasmine and wind. Adele presses her nose to her mother’s skin, clinging to the comfort. 

When Mama pulls away just slightly, just enough so that their eyes meet, Adele looks away. Mama has none of it. Her palm cups Adele’s cheek, bringing them face to face. Turquoise and gold meet pine green. Soft meets sorrow. Mother sees daughter. 

“Perfect,” Mama’s warm, fiery tone says, “can go to rutting hell.” 

A knowing gleam shines in Mama’s eyes, perking the corner of mouth. Adele laughs nervously, but Mama laughs with her, hands still holding Adele’s flaming face from the crying. And the magic. 

Mama’s finger tilts Adele’s chin up again, and this time Adele really looks at her. She wonders if she looks like her, or if Adele takes more after her father. Her cousins tease her that she’s too serious. A courtier from Mellisande had once pinched her cheeks and told her to smile more. Has anyone ever dared pinch the cheeks of Aelin Ashryver Galathynius? Adele holds the ends of her mother’s long, gold hair in a fist and wonders if she’ll wear that queenly, beautiful face one day. If she’ll carry grace and mischief as well as Aelin of the Wildfire. Adele knows the stories–well, just some. Just the ones from the shelves she could reach. Which, Adele knows, are the least interesting shelves in the Library of Orynth. She’ll have to start climbing to the higher, dustier shelves where the real stories are waiting for her. There’s a book up high that has Mama’s name on the spine. It ripples with red and gold and blue, as if a living flame wraps the pages. Another book beside it, The Walking Dead, doesn’t sound nearly as interesting as the one about her own mother. 

Mama raises her brows slightly and looks down her lashes at Adele–a look she knows means to listen, and listen good. She’s the prettiest lady in the whole wide world. 

“If I cared about being perfect,” Mama says softly, and a moment passes where her eyes cloud, as if she’d gone very far away. Adele doesn’t know what to call that look, that distance in her mother’s eyes, but she feels it. “I wouldn’t be me. And I,” her mother quirks a conspirator’s brow at Adele, the light in her eyes shining once more, “am rutting wonderful.”

Adele laughs again. 

Her mother leans down to wiggle their noses together. “You are wonderful, my girl. No matter what you do, to whatever end, I will be the voice that never lets you forget it. I want nothing from you, Fireheart, other than to be completely yourself.”

“What if I’m not like you?” 

Mama props Adele onto her feet so that she stands. Mama kneels before her, and Adele wonders if anyone in the world has ever seen Aelin on her knees. Adele knows she’s just a child, that there are things she doesn’t know, but she cannot imagine it–her mother, the strongest, most powerful person to ever exist, who Adele worships like a god–on her knees. But, Mama does kneel. Now, before Adele. Though she only meets the top of her mother’s head, Adele wonders if she’ll ever stand as tall as her. 

“Then I’ll be glad for it.” Mama’s eyes flash and she almost looks like an animal from Oakwald with the intensity seeping through her, like fire taken skin. “Be yourself. Let yourself discover who that is. You do not belong in my shadow, Fireheart. You are the torch I carry.” 

Mama catches a rogue tear, and something ripples across the surface of her face. Adele has only ever seen her mother cry at the birth of her brothers and baby sister, but she almost does now. Her eyes, the same as Grandmother Evalin and Arryn’s, mist. 

“I was your age when…” Mama trails off, distant again, lost in thought as her gaze roams every inch of Adele, as if memorizing her, as if remembering something. 

A breeze passes through the study though no windows are open. It smells like winter and Yulemas, and Adele instantly perks. She feels joy in her chest, a spark of belonging and home. Mama’s eyes flutter in that same joy Adele must be feeling. 

Mama continues, having found the strength she needs, and says, “I was your age when a lot of people made me feel like I was wretched and horrible. The world hated me for a long, long time.” Mama smirks. “Someone always will.”

Adele balks at the idea of anyone even remotely disliking her mother, but Mama nods as if to say it’s the truth. “Let no one ever, ever make you feel that way. Not even me. No, you’re not perfect. You are my daughter.” Mama combs her fingers through Adele’s hair. “Which means, you’re bound to be misunderstood, to make mistakes. You are my daughter, which means, you’re bound to always get up again.” 

They lean their brows together, and Mama whispers, just for Adele, “You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” Then, louder, “And you can tell your nosy, nursemaid father I said that.” 

A deep chuckle sounds from the far ends of the study. Another winter wind that reminds Adele of all her favorite memories drifts to them. It combs through her hair, and Adele can feel Papa’s phantom hands, bigger than her head, bigger than any problem or tear.

Mama squeaks, jolting as if something had pinched her, and laughs as she throws a glare towards where Papa still lingers in the dark somewhere. 

Before they get up to join him, her mother pulls her into one more tight embrace. Her arms are solid and muscled, and they hold Adele like precious jewels. 

Mama whispers, “We carry a heavy name. Bear it however the rutt you want.” She leans back, eyes shining. “Now, let’s discuss your copious use of curse words.” 

Adele shrieks, running away. 

#lil one shot I had stuck in my head #mom!aelin #sneaky taylor Swift lyrics if you squint #throne of glass #throne of glass fic #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowaelin #rowaelin babies #heirs of terrasen #tog #tog fic #next gen tog #next gen throne of glass

[highqueenofelfhame]

Can we get a part 2 of Coach??

ask and ye shall receive! it's not as good as part one, but like, i highly doubt i'll ever top that drabble tbh. i hope you enjoy!

It was a cool afternoon, fluffy white clouds backlit by a baby blue sky. Mid-September was one of Rowan’s favorite times of the year in Terrasen. Despite mild summers, nowhere near reaching the heat of Doranelle, some days were miserable to be outside. It was a problem considering how all of their kids were involved in various sports, and Arden got a little dramatic about his baseball games when the temperature reached the nineties. 

Today it was Evie’s turn to have the full support of her family. The tails of her french braids swished behind her as she ran down the field, a determined look on her face as she focused on the soccer ball with a predator’s precision. Pride swelled in Rowan’s chest, admiring the seven year old for having such determination with everything she did.

“Let’s go, Evie!” he shouted, causing a jolt on his chest. Rowan looked down at the six month old strapped to his front. As he adjusted the small hat on the top of Declan’s head, he couldn’t resist dropping several kisses to his chubby cheeks. Several coos and tiny giggles erupted from him. This time, Rowan’s heart swelled with pure love. 

“Hey, Coach!” someone shouted from the stands. Rowan braced his hands on his hips and turned his upper body toward the bleachers. His eyes immediately locked on his wife, golden hair falling over her shoulders in long curls. She was leaning forward with her hands on her knees and a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Looking good!”

Rowan snorted, cheeks heating slightly as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the game. This wasn’t unusual for Aelin. Every time she heard one of the other moms talking about Rowan, she joined in the fun. Her present outburst was likely for that very reason. 

Evalin was running down the field, the time clock ticking closer and closer to the end of the game. But she was no match for time, pushing herself as hard as she could while she kicked and chased the ball toward the goal. 

“Yes, baby! You got this!” he heard Aelin shout from the stands. Rowan shouted his own encouragements, a hand on Declan’s stomach for extra support while he jogged down the sidelines and closer to where Evalin made her final kick, sending the ball straight to the corner of the goal.

The crowd cheered and all of Evalin’s teammates bolted toward her on the field as the final buzzer sounded. The gaggle of girls jumped in circles, hugging his daughter and patting her on the back with congratulatory excitement. 

A hard smack on his ass had Rowan jolting in surprise, reaching behind him to grab his wife’s hand while she laughed brightly. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, then reached around her to ruffle the silver hair of his second born. Arden grinned up at him, his smile gapped from the teeth he’d lost over the summer. 

“You look so good in these pants,” she whispered, patting her hand on his rear.

“You’re a menace.”

“It isn’t just me. People talk about your ass all the time. One of the dads got me started. I told him that he should see you with your shirt off.” Rowan couldn’t help but laugh as she let out a slow whistle, mirth still twinkling in her bright blue eyes.

“A menace,” he repeated, just as their daughter ran straight into her mother’s arms.

“You were amazing, my love.” Aelin dropped a kiss to the top of her head as Rowan lifted his hand for a high five. Evie jumped, smacking her hand against his enthusiastically. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink and she was still a little out of breath, but pure joy and pride radiated from her very being. Declan’s arms and legs were going wild, reaching out in every direction while he babbled what Rowan liked to think was his way of letting his big sister know he was proud, too.

“Can I get snacks now? I’m starving,” Evie proclaimed, her hand going to her forehead as though she were feeling faint with hunger. She definitely got that from her mother. 

“Go for it.” With a wink, Aelin gestured toward the ice cooler her teammates were beginning to swarm around. Evalin skipped away with Arden hopping close behind her, reaching to try and tug on her braids. 

Aelin leaned into Rowan’s side, her head resting on his shoulder while she took Declan’s hat off and ran her fingers through his silky golden hair. She looked so wholly content and happy that Rowan ducked his head down to give her a sweet kiss on her lips. 

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” Her head tilted back and she wrapped her arm around his waist. Rowan grunted a confirmation, nodding his head before kissing her again. “I love you, too, Coach. And your ass, and your hands, and your mouth, and that thing you do with your–”

“There are little ears,” he teased, his hands resting on the sides of the infant’s head to block out the noise.

“I just can’t resist you in a polo and khakis.” His wife shrugged, dropping a kiss to his shoulder just as their other two monkeys rejoined them with juice boxes and popcorn in hand. Aelin sighed that her antics had to come to an end, swapping her dirty words for a smile as she slipped her hand into his. “Let’s go home.”

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[house-of-galathynius]

as a throne of glass girlie, i spent the entirety of reading hosaf hoping that there was a mention of anything tog related...

you guys who are complaining you didn't get enough acotar should be thankful 😭

#i miss my babies #rowaelin #hosaf #house of flame and shadow #sarah j maas #sjm #sjmaas #although kinda thankful they still get their happy ending soooo #and yes i finished the book

[goddess-aelin]

As a follow up to this post, here are some cute Rowan moments in Empire Of Storms:

-ROWAN AND THE LITTLE HAWK. My ultimate fave scene. The tiny hawk the little folk made him makes him smile and he carries it with him in his saddle bag. Just wanted to remind you of that

-"Don't apologize for using me" aka where Rowan has to leave and he's trying to make sure Aelin doesn't break. I'm totally fine.

-“AELIN IS MY HEART” dead

-the way he stays completely silent when Aelin shows up in Rolfes office and just lets her play out her little fantasy AND goes along with it. An icon who lives for the drama

-Not cute in the normal sense but needs to be mentioned: Beach. Need I say more?

-Rowan literally begging his cousins ON HIS KNEES to help Aelin and her court.

-Ok not cute but definitely Hawt: Rowan taking charge during the battle and literally everyone, including Dorian, who is a KING might I remind you, looking to him because he's just that damn good.

-"Where is my WIFE" kill me now

-Of course the entire scene of finding out they're mates and that Aelin hadn't told him. please just continue killing me thanx

#yes I will be doing another one of these for KOA because hooooooo baby is he so fucking cute #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #throne of glass

[aelinschild]

Sneaking in to drop this fun little snippet of something coming up... 🫣🫣

Keep your eyes peeled for ✨ something ✨ in the coming week or so!

#also i promise another chapter of DART is coming #i love that fic and its my baby #but good GOD is it complicated to write #so im having fun doing everything but writing it 😁 #for now........... #aelinschild #rowaelin

[justreadertings]

Hi, hello, is this Sweet Understanding? No. It is not. My deepest apologizes. However, I was inspired and wrote a baby oneshot that may turn into a couple of oneshots in this AU. Anyway, I super adore this one and only have one more scene to finish for SU so I hope that will be out soon! All my love- Magee

TW: implied miscarriage, mentions of cheating, talks of pregnancy and labor complications

WC: 2324

Eire

Aelin’s whole body ached, and yet, she’d never been happier. She’d been a mother for a whole three days now, and it was the greatest thing the gods could have given her. Her sweet Eire lay sleeping against her chest, breathing softly. Aelin made sure to settle into the pillows as best as she could without disturbing her daughter. She could watch her child sleep for hours and never bore it. Only the soft rapping at her open bedroom door took her out of it. 

“Fireheart, do you need anything?” 

Aelin’s heart glowed more than it ever had. Her boyfriend’s face was nearly as exhausted as she was, but he never missed a beat. He was so good to her, to their Eire. 

“I’m ok,” she said. Rowan’s green eyes swept over her, as they had constantly since she’d gone into labor. “I’m ok, you buzzard, now stop worrying so much. It’s bad for the baby,” she quipped.

“Is it?” He lifted a brow. 

“Ummhmm,” she hummed. 

Rowan came around to her side of the bed, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll make sure to keep it in mind.”

Aelin patted the bed beside her. “Come here, come lay with me.”

Rowan obliged, instantly. She nestled into him, and a wave of contentment wafted over her. She hadn’t exactly had the easiest labor- hadn’t exactly had an easy pregnancy for that matter. Her entire body felt sore and tense. She was unfamiliar with it, if she had to admit, and the only time she felt truly at home in it was in the familiarity of her boyfriend’s arms.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rowan whispered against her forehead. “Eire gets it from you.” 

Aelin smiled softly. She’d never really had a family before this, and the comfort of it had her more at peace than she’d ever been. Aelin’s eyes began to close, her breathing turning soft. 

But their peace only lasted a few minutes, as a knock on the door jolted her awake. Both she and Rowan were quick to make sure their newborn wasn’t disturbed. 

“What time is it?” she asked, dread filling her.

Rowan looked at the clock, and let out a sigh. Aelin knew what that meant. “It’s noon.”

Her head fell backwards. “Wyrd save me,” she whispered.

Rowan pressed a kiss to both her head and then their daughter’s before getting up to get the door. Aelin pressed a million kisses to the top of Eire’s unfairly soft head, and breathed her in. 

Just a few moments later, brown hair and eyes were standing in her bedroom doorway. 

“There’s my munchkin,” Sam said.

Aelin forced a painful smile. She knew this would be hard… but she’d never expected it to be this hard. The whole situation was complicated. 

Rowan came into her life when they were teenagers, and they’d fallen in love instantly. They had this… soul connection. But circumstances with Aelin’s foster care never really worked in her favor, and after three years of dating she was shipped away the summer before her senior year. Rowan had promised that when they graduated, he’d go to wherever she was and they would be together. 

But then he’d gotten an internship all the way in Dornelle, and Aelin could not give up the opportunity to go to college. The money she’d saved up and the constant moving meant she could only afford to go to in-state schooling. But now, seven years later, they were living together with their baby. 

Well… Aelin, Rowan and Sam’s baby. Aelin had met Sam in her third year of college, and they had dated, gotten engaged, and then promptly broke up two months before Aelin found out she was pregnant. Which was right around the time Rowan Whitethorn walked into her favorite coffee shop and back into her life forever. 

And he wasn’t going away this time. Aelin planned to keep him forever. She liked to say he was “baby trapped”, but he didn’t think that was too funny. Aelin knew their story was strange, that most men wouldn’t fall in love with a woman who was carrying someone else’s child. But she was Rowan’s and Rowan was her’s. Rowan told her Eire was her, and anything that was her was something he loved.

Rowan had already lost one child. He’d told Aelin that she and Eire were his second chance at happiness. That they were the family he always feared he’d never get. 

But that family also, sadly, included Sam.

Sam had come to the hospital the day she was born, and had made plans to see her today. When Aelin asked when, Sam had just said he’d “stop by.” At two this morning, when Aelin was up feeding Eire, she’d received a text that Sam would “stop by” around noon. Rowan was doing a very good job of not strangling him.

Sam came over and looked down at Eire. 

Aelin smiled. “Gods, isn’t she beautiful?” To his credit, Sam did agree. “You want to hold her?” 

Sam nodded, and Aelin pressed another hundred kisses to her baby before passing her to Sam. When she was sure he had her, Aelin looked over to Rowan for assistance. He was by her side in an instant, and took her by the elbow to help her stand. Pain laced down her sides, down her back. All of her insides were mush, and sweat beaded on her brow. 

She was finally standing, albeit leaning into Rowan slightly. 

“Gods,” Sam said behind her. “You look awful.”

Both she and Rowan turned to look at the man. Aelin’s fingers dug into Rowan’s forearm. “Push a baby out of your vagina and we’ll talk.”

Rowan snorted. 

“Can you help me?” she gestured to their bathroom. Aelin had actually moved her side of the bed- even though she hated it- to be closer to their on-suite. Rowan slid his arm around her, and pain again sliced through her. Her doctor said she’d have to accept that her own healing would take time. Her pregnancy had had its fair share of complications, and she’d had several surgeries in the aftermath, all while dealing with the intense fear that her child was not ok. Eire had gotten stuck on her pelvic bone during labor, and Aelin was sure that her life was flashing before her eyes when her doctor began pushing and prying to get her out. 

But they were here, they were ok, they were healthy and above all else- alive. But Aelin really, really, really didn’t need to be mocked about it. 

“You don’t want me to help?” Sam asked. 

Aelin just kept on her way to the bathroom. Sam hadn’t exactly been thrilled about Rowan being in Aelin’s life. He’d been difficult through the whole thing, complaining that Rowan was at every event with her, that he was there for the birth, even though Aelin had invited Sam and he hadn’t shown up. Sam arrived an hour later, and met Eire when Aelin was in surgery, so neither she, nor Rowan was there to give the ok. 

But Eire was Sam’s too, and she just had to accept that. Sam, however, had to accept Eire was also Rowan’s. 

Once Aelin had cursed at Rowan to let her pee in peace, she could hear the men sit in uncomfortable silence on the other side of the door. Despite them now being in each other’s lives for nearly a year, they hadn’t exactly warmed up to each other. Rowan was adamant that Sam hadn’t treated her right, and wasn’t a huge fan. He only played nice because he knew how difficult life could be for both her and Eire if they outwardly hated each other. 

Sam had bitched about Rowan since the day they met, claiming that Rowan was just a “rebound”. He’d actually ruined her baby shower by giving a far too detailed toast about how, despite them being broken up, the baby had to have gotten there “somehow” in front of all of her closest friends. Rowan had nearly killed him until his best friends took care of the tipsy baby-daddy so he could be there for her. 

Aelin’s emotions had been so up and down then, she’d cried for hours after the party before marching over to Sam’s apartment to cuss him out. Ever since then, they’d all been very stiff around each other. Nearly everything they spoke about was baby-related. Aelin thought that was for the best. 

After she was done, her body was furious that she’d done anything out of the norm, and cramps began to invade her lower half. She called out for Rowan who was there in seconds. 

“Is something wrong?”

She shook her head, hands braced on the counter. “It’s like last night,” she told him.

He ran a soothing hand down her back, and of course, Eire began to cry again. Aelin hung her head for a moment, before moving back to the bedroom. She sat on the end of her bed, and gestured for Sam to give her the baby.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Aelin’s finger lightly caressed Eire’s tiny cheek. “I don’t know, I just fed her.”

“Did you do it right?”

She looked up at him to see if he was joking. He wasn’t. “Yes, Sam. I fed her right.”

He leaned back to rest against the wall. “I just didn’t know. Big guy over here made me leave when that boob expert came in.”

“The lactation consultant?” Rowan asked, and Aelin could hear the frustration in his voice. 

“Whatever.”

Eire still fussed, so Aelin rocked and cooed at her, and even smelled her, but she didn’t need to be changed. After a few minutes, Aelin looked at Rowan and offered up a smile.

Her boyfriend sighed. “It’s not going to work every time,” he told her, reaching for the baby. 

Aelin pursed her lips. “You’ll see.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, but, just as Aelin implied, he began to hum to their daughter. He hummed and held her right to his chest, where she settled and promptly fell back asleep. 

“Hate to say I told you so, but…” Aelin mused.

“Quiet,” he warned, playfully.

Sam was watching them with narrowed eyes. Aelin turned to him. “I hate that she’s so fussy right now. I really wanted you to get a chance to be with her.” 

Despite how complicated everything was, she would never deny someone as important as Eire’s father the chance to love her. Aelin knew one day, everyone Eire ever met would love her, but that should start with the people who were to raise her. 

“You don’t find it weird that you took her out of my hands to give to him?”

Aelin frowned. “I don’t find anything weird about one of her parents holding her, no.”

Sam huffed. “Maybe you’re just too hormonal to see how fucked up this is, but maybe in a few days you’ll come to your senses.”

“Excuse me?” Aelin asked. “If you’re implying that I’m not doing what’s best for my child you’ve got a whole lot coming.”

Sam shook his head. “I just think that maybe you’re trying to punish me.”

Aelin narrowed her brows, and Rowan watched with careful eyes while still rocking Eire. “Trying to punish you?”

“Yeah. You, doing all this, messing with everything… I already apologized for what happened with Lysandra-”

Aelin stood- which hurt like hell, but was necessary to get her point across. “What ‘happened with Lysandra’ was that you asked her to sleep with you, and when she said no, you called her crazy and messaged her boyfriend to flip the story. And when she told me, you gaslit me and tried to make me think I made it up.” Aelin could nearly see red. “And after a fifteen hour labor, three surgeries, and two days with no sleep, do you really think this is a fight you want to start with me? Because I survived all that, and let me tell you, Sam Courtland, I can survive you too.”

Sam shook his head at her. “You know what, I’ll just be absent from our daughter's life, just like you want.”

“What I want is a cherry soda, and about six bowls of Fruit Loops. What I need is for you to look at every single invitation I’ve sent to you about our daughter’s checkups, and how included I’ve made you in all this. What I need is for you to grow up and be a father. If not, there’s the door!”

With that, Aelin sat back down on the bed, and stuck out her arms so she could hold her baby. Rowan gently placed Eire back in her arms, and all of her pent up anger melted away. Rowan pressed his lips to her head, and she was very confident that she desperately needed that. 

Sam left about two minutes later with an annoyed, “call you tomorrow.” 

Aelin only waved a dramatic goodbye, promising that she’d have a real talk about arguing in front of their daughter on another day. 

Rowan braced his hand around her waist as they sat on the edge of their bed. “I’m proud of you, Fireheart.”

All of her fight gave out to exhaustion, and she leaned against him. “Eire is three days old and I’ve already yelled in front of her.”

Rowan shook his head. “You weren’t yelling. And besides, I’m sure she’ll want to see how fierce her mama is.”

Aelin smiled against his shoulder. “Thank you. You’re so calm.” She glanced up at him. “I might need some of that.”

“All in due time, my love.”

Aelin leaned in and Rowan bent down to place a kiss on her lips. With the puppy snores of the baby in her arms, and the soft kiss from the love of her life, Aelin knew despite the chaos and the exhaustion- her life was looking pretty great. 

-

Yeah, how am I NOT gonna write more of them? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! mwah!!

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[writtenonreceipts]

Ok but what if one day the Rowaelin kids decide to sneak out of the castle to go on a secret camp out in the woods and they think they're being so smart tricking their parents. They have snacks and chocolate for at least 1 day or three hours. Depending on if they try and ration, which they don't. They've got too much Aelin in them.

Anyways, they don't notice the hawk in the trees watching over them all night and day until they come back to the castle. And it becomes tradition until them and all the cousins and friends join in and they grow up together on these little camp outs together.

#idk #its cute #ive got tog on the mind #throne of glass #tog #rowaelin #roawaelin babies #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #i feel like someone already did this? #if so i love you

[sassyhobbits]

Bloodsworn babysitter

my first fic in so long!! cant explain it, but writing has been difficult for me recently. still, i hope everyone likes this cute lil post-cannon fic. just a lil something to make ya smile.

enjoy!

~~~

Fenrys Moonbeam, the handsomest bloodsworn of the Queen of Terrasen (according to himself), was presented with a blessed afternoon of freedom.

The previous week had been rather busy. They had a new wave of guards to train, which wasn't a job Fenrys took lightly. He wanted to make sure every being who took up arms for Terrasen would perform when it came down to it. He wouldn’t stand for a moment of weakness, of foolish mistakes. Back in Doranelle, Fenrys had never been known as a hardass when it came to training.

But things were different now. He was critical, would snap at the recruits from time to time when they were messing around. Still, when Rowan came to train, he was always a bigger bastard. Apparently, being happily mated and married hadn't been able to change that about him. 

Between training, patrolling, and completing whatever tasks Aelin asked of him, he hadn’t had a minute to himself. Not that his king and queen had fared any better. The five year anniversary of the defeat of Erawan was approaching, and Terrasen would be hosting a ball in celebration. They had been busy planning the infinite details.

He had seen little of his friends recently with all that needed to be done. Today was no exception. Aelin had been complaining about the day filled with meetings for the last week. Fenrys knew she and her consort would be occupied until the evening.

However, the newest member of Terrasen’s royal family was completely free.

Aelin and Rowan’s daughter, Eliora, had been on this earth for eleven months now. She was the perfect mix of her parents. She had Rowan’s silvery hair and frown, and Aelin’s Ashryver eyes and bright smile. From the moment Fenrys first saw the little princess, he knew he would forever protect her as he vowed to protect her mother. He was also on a mission to secure his spot as Eliora’s favorite uncle.

He knocked politely on the door to Eliora’s nursery: a room that connected to Aelin and Rowan’s suite. A soft, femine voice told him to enter. And enter he did. 

Eliora’s nursery was warm and comforting. There was a crib nestled against the wall, a rocking chair tucked snugly in the corner, and a blanket sprawled on the ground covered with some of the princess’ favorite toys. There was a beautiful tapestry of the Lord of the North hanging on the wall, watching over the room diligently. 

Eliora’s nurse who watched her when the queen and king were occupied was a sweet, middle-aged woman whose deep brown hair was just beginning to be streaked with silver. She had Eliora in her arms, flashing Fenrys a large grin as he strolled into the nursery.

“Good afternoon, Lord Moonbeam,” she greeted. “The little princess just woke up from her nap.”

Said little princess cooed and smiled a wide, gummy smile when she laid eyes on Fenrys. 

“She looks well-rested,” he said, reaching his arms out.

“I believe she is,” the nurse answered, smiling at the babe before passing her to him. “And quite happy to see you it would seem.”

Eliora put her little hands on Fenrys' face as a form of greeting. He chuckled and smiled down at her, murmuring, "It's good to see you too, little light." He turned to the nurse, tucking the babe close on his hip, a movement he had seen Aelin make countless times. "I'll take her for the rest of the day, if that's alright with you."

It wasn't uncommon for Fenrys to watch the little princess when Aelin and Rowan were occupied. Everyone in the palace knew that their king and queen trusted him with their daughter. 

"Are you sure, my lord?" the nurse asked. "The queen and king won't be done until this evening."

"More than sure," Fenrys said. "I have the whole day planned for us."

The nurse laughed softly and nodded. "Very well then, Lord Moonbeam." She reached out, tickling Eliora’s sides. "I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow, princess."

Fenrys said farewell and the kind nurse swept out, leaving him alone with Eliora. He looked at the little princess, brows high and a wide smile on his face. "You ready for some fun?"

Eliora grinned back, showing off her few teeth in a manner that told him that she was more than ready.

~~~

Fenrys remembered the months leading up to Eliora’s birth. And how tense it was.

It had started out with cheers and smiles and congratulations when they learned that Aelin was with child. Rowan, obviously, quickly took his "territorial Fae nonsense", as Aelin liked to call it, to a new level. He was on edge the entire time, attached to his wife's side as if his life depended on it. 

During that time, Fenrys had gotten quite good at learning new ways to push his buttons. He could push the king to the edge, but never far enough to lead to getting his ass kicked all the way across Orynth. Only enough to make him snarl in a manner that he and Aelin giggled at later. 

Fenrys knew that as the months of Aelin’s pregnancy went on, as her stomach grew and her feet got sore, Rowan’s constant presence and hovering began to get to her. Yet, they both knew where the king’s nerves about the pregnancy stemmed from. He had already lost one mate and unborn babe. So, Aelin endured it. 

Though, it only got worse as they got closer to when the birth would happen. Aelin’s mother had almost passed into the Otherworld giving birth to her. Though he had tried to play it off, even Fenrys was nervous.

But, Yrene had traveled to Orynth. Which meant that Aelin was in the best hands on the continent. 

When Eliora had decided it was time to come out, Fenrys had sworn the entire kingdom came to a standstill. Aelin and Rowan went into their suite along with Yrene and the best healers in Terrasen. Though part of Fenrys wanted to be there beside the queen he served, he knew it was not his place. Instead, he had waited outside the door, pacing and nervous. 

He flinched at every scream and cry of pain that echoed from the other side of the door, bringing back unfortunate memories of their time deep beneath the palace of Doranelle. Another time when he heard her screaming and there was nothing he could do about it.

But, he wasn’t alone in his stressing. Aedion, Lysandra, Elide and Lorcan were outside the royal suites beside him. Aedion paced the entire time, likely wearing a track on the stone floor. Lysandra was less destructive in her worries, attempting to keep their son, who had just turned three, distracted. Elide was trying to be the voice of reason, and though Lorcan wouldn't admit it, Fenrys had known he worried for the queen too.

But, after what felt like an eternity, Aelin’s screams ended, and a new one began. It was small and shrill, but Fenrys could hear the strength behind it. They all looked at one another, smiles breaking out on all their faces when they heard Yrene declare behind the door, “It’s a girl!”

A girl. The new heir of Terrasen was a princess.

It was still another hour of waiting patiently outside their door, listening to the new babe’s cries slowly fade away, soft voices murmuring to one another too quietly for even Fenrys’ sensitive ears couldn’t make out. And then…

They all stood as the door opened, revealing Rowan. His silver hair, which had grown a bit longer since the war, was in disarray. But… his eyes were bright. And there was a smile the likes of which Fenrys had never seen gracing his face. 

“Would you all like to meet her?”

They all filed slowly into the suite. The healers were cleaning up, Yrene sitting on the edge of the bed, speaking with the queen herself. 

Aelin was practically glowing in the late morning sun that filtered through the windows. Her face was bright with a grin that took up nearly the entirety of it, long golden hair loose and falling down the back of her white nightgown. And in her arms, no more than a bundle of soft pink blankets, was the new princess. 

Aelin looked to her court, her smile somehow growing even wider. Rowan sat down beside his wife, looking down at their daughter. The look of utter devotion on his face was something Fenrys would never forget. 

“Hello, everyone,” Aelin greeted. She sat up straighter, angling the bundle of blankets in her arms towards them. “Allow me to introduce our daughter, Eliora Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. Crown princess of Terrasen.”

It was then that Fenrys got his first look at Eliora. He never had much experience with babes, especially since Fae children were so rare. He knew they were small, but not that small. The child in his queen’s arms looked so… fragile. It was hard to believe that Aelin and Rowan, two of the mightiest warriors he had ever seen in his days, could make something so tiny. Her skin was still pink, the smallest puff of silvery-blonde hair on her head. Her eyes were screwed shut. It wouldn’t be a few more days before they learned that she had inherited Ashryver eyes. 

Aedion and Lysandra’s son was the first to meet the new princess. Then, his parents. Elide and Lorcan went next, and then finally, Fenrys said hello. 

“She’s beautiful,” Fenrys had said to the new parents. 

“As if I could make anyone who wasn’t,” replied Aelin, without a lick of humility. As per usual. She looked up at him. “Would you like to hold her?”

Fenrys blinked in surprise. “Me?”

Aelin snorted. “Yes, you. You saved my life, Fenrys. I wouldn’t be here without you… and neither would Eliora.”

Despite himself, Fenrys’ gaze snapped to Rowan. The king consort merely smiled and nodded his head. A mighty gesture, after all that he had been through. To show that he trusted Fenrys to hold his newborn. 

And so Fenrys allowed Aelin to place the babe in his arms, listening to Yrene as she instructed on the best way to hold her. Somehow, it made her seem even smaller. 

Fenrys felt the change in the room in that moment, as they all looked at the next generation of Terrasen. A bright light born from such darkness. Fitting, given her name. Coming from the Old Language, translating roughly to light. Perfect.

Though no words or vows were uttered in that moment, Fenrys knew they all looked upon Eliora and thought about all the hurt and suffering they had endured in their lives, and knew they would do everything in their power to ensure that their children would never face anything of the sort. 

Never.

~~~

Fenrys started off their day with a stroll through the Oakwald. In mid-spring, the forest was a sight to be seen. The grasses were soft, the wildflowers blooming. Kingsflame had been growing across the country since Aelin took the throne, their lovely red petals dotting the land. The springs and ponds were just warm enough to swim in if desired, though Fenrys felt as though he would never quite get used to how chilly the waters were in Terrasen. Even during the warmer months. 

They started with sitting in the grass. The princess crawled around a small clearing, grabbing at flowers and little stones. Fenrys made sure she didn’t put any of them into her mouth. 

She pointed and cooed at the little folk that lingered at the edge on the clearing, who even went as far to whittle tiny animal figures for the princess. Fenrys collected a wooden stag, hawk, and wolf by the end of the day, all which had delighted the little princess. Fenrys sensed the little folk would dote on Eliora as they doted on Aelin. 

Then, Fenrys scooped the princess up and they came upon a little warren of rabbits. Eliora observed them with her wide, Ashryver eyes, enchanted by their fluffy, white bodies.

They ended their time in the Oakwald with Fenrys holding Eliora above a little brooke, dipping her toes in the cool water and listening to her peals of jolly laughter echo through the forest. He always thought she looked like Aelin when she laughed. But when Eliora was upset… that was all Rowan.

He brought the princess back to the palace just as the sun began its descent below the Staghorns. He ensured there was no dirt on the princess, knowing he would never hear the end of it if Aelin found any later on, before allowing her to play with some of her favored toys. Upon the mantle, Fenrys placed the new gifts from the Little Folk besides some of the others that had accumulated over this past year: a wooden wyvern, fox, and horse alongside a bouquet of wildflowers the faeries managed to enchant to never wilt. 

When Eliora grew bored of her toys, Fenrys scooped her up and sat down in the rocking chair beside her crib. There, he read from one of her picture books. And when that tale ended, began telling some of his own. He didn’t know how much the little princess truly comprehended as he recounted stories about his past, about mischief he and Connall had gotten up to in their childhoods, about adventures he had and amazing things he had seen on his travels. He told Eliora stories about Rowan, about his intellect and bravery and loyalty. He spoke about Aelin and her cunning, daring plans. 

“You have pretty good parents, you know,” Fenrys muttered to Eliora, who appeared to be growing steadily sleepier, wide eyes struggling to stay open. “Some of the most amazing people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

In answer, Eliora released a mighty yawn. 

Fenrys laughed lowly, rocking them back and forth before beginning to hum a half-forgotten lullaby from his youth. It was only a moment after that Eliora finally gave in to drowsiness, slipping into a sweet slumber. And, despite himself, Fenrys soon followed.

~~~

“How long do you think I can soak in my tub before it becomes a problem?”

“I can’t say I have an answer for that, Fireheart.”

Aelin frowned. “Part of me wants to lay in there all night but I don’t want to look like a prune by morning.”

Rowan smiled fondly at his wife. “Then maybe an hour in the bath. Just to be safe.”

“Will you at least rub my feet afterwards? It’s been such a long day.”

"We were sitting down almost all day."

She frowned. "So?"

With a heavy yet loving sigh, Rowan draped his arm over his mate’s shoulders, tugging her close to his side and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “If that is what you want, it will be done.”

He sensed rather than saw the grin that spread across her face as they came upon the door of their suite. They both had missed their daughter greatly during their busy day, unused to spending this much time away from her. 

They strode into their rooms and instantly made their way towards the connected nursery. Even before they entered, they scented the air and knew that Fenrys had relieved Eliora’s nurse of her duties earlier that day. Still, the night air was quiet, which suggested that the little princess had already fallen asleep.

“Do you think we should just promote him into Eliora’s governess?” Rowan asked only half-teasingly. 

“As much as he would enjoy that, I like Fenrys in his current position in the court.”

They turned the corner, crossing the threshold into the nursery, and the scene inside. 

Fenrys was in the rocking chair besides Eliora’s crib, the babe sound asleep in his arms while he read. Aelin instantly recognized the cover as her own current read, meaning that her friend had nabbed it off her bedside table for himself.

Fenrys looked up as the queen and king entered, holding the book aloft. “Rowan, have you seen the kind of filth your wife reads?”

Rowan crossed his arms over his chest. “I have, and also happen to know she would be very upset if you lost her page.”

The Wolf of Doranelle glanced at his queen in mock-offense, placing the book over his heart. “I would never lose your page, Aelin. But I am further along than you. Just wait until chapter 32. It gets very interesting.”

“I look forward to it,” Aelin said, striding across the room and taking her book back, double-checking that her page was marked before snapping it shut. 

“I was reading that!” Fenrys objected. 

“You can borrow it when I’m finished.”

It was then that Eliora released a tiny noise, the adults freezing in fear that they had awoken her. But, the little princess only seemed to make herself more comfortable, still snoozing peacefully. Nearly in unison, they all breathed signs of relief. 

Rowan strode forward, bending down and taking Eliora in his arms. There was nothing Aelin loved more than the sight of their daughter in his arms. She couldn't stop herself from pressing a soft kiss on Eliora silky hair, breathing in her scent.

"Thanks for taking such good care of her today, Fen," Aelin said, sending her friend a thankful smile. "I have half a mind to promote you to full-time babysitter."

"It's no trouble, as always. We were having a grand time." He flashed a lazy grin. "Besides, I want to make sure my position of favorite uncle is secured."

Aelin laughed while Rowan subtly rolled his eyes, carrying their father towards the crib and gently laying her down. "I think you've already done that." She paused, narrowing her eyes seriously at Fenrys. "If you tell Aedion I said that, I'll have you mucking out the stables for the next fifteen years."

Fenrys held his hands up in surrender. "I'll take your admission to the grave… but I won't forget it."

They lapsed into silence, watching the little princess as she snoozed peacefully. It was wonderful to know the Eliora lived in a world of peace and contentment, that the shadows that had befallen them would never touch a hair on her little silver head. 

"So," Fenrys said at length. "When are you two having another!"

"Eliora’s not even a year!" Rowan grumbled. "I think we can wait a bit longer."

Aelin smiled down at her daughter. "But not too much longer, I don't think. I want as many of these as I can get."

"Well, if you have a boy," the White Wolf began. "I've heard Fenrys is a very popular name."

#rowaelin #my writing #baby fic #lots of #fenrys #fenrys moonbeam #post cannon

[yazthebookish]

Reminder: September is Rowaelin month 💚

#rowaelin #throne of glass #I HAVE to commission a piece for my babies 🥹

[shallyne]

Nyx being besties with the Winter court Heir! They were born around the same time which is why I would think SJM would have Feyre and Viviane become closer friends since she’s having their children grow up as Heirs at the same time anyway. It would give Feyre another friend outside of the IC too which would be lovely when Mor’s not around. Ressina and Viviane as her outside friends and their kids being inseparable would be perfect

Another HC: Nyx falling in love with either Rowaelins child or Brycehunts child when he’s on trips to either of those worlds. After the events of other books they found a way to world jump whenever they want to.

I do love Feyre having friends outside the IC. Viviane is a great choice. I love Ressina and I'd definitely count Jurian, too. I have to be honest, anon, but I did not give Vivianes child a place in my next gen universes, yet. I'd love to but they kind of have a mind on their own hehehe

In my universes Nyx's love interest is Alara (my OC) but in the modern Faelin universe, Nyx is friends with Rowan and Lyria's child, Aurora. And in my modern abroad universe he is roommates with Evalin, Rowaelins child.

I do love your headcanons tho

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #shallyne ask #shallyne asks #asks #anon asks #anon ask #sjm next gen #acotar next gen #quinlar #rowaelin #nyx archeron #nyx acotar #baby nyx #nyx #feysand children #feysand #Faelin #jurian acotar #Ressina acotar #viviane acotar

[highqueenofelfhame]

playlist // book cover

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten

#call it what you want #ciwyw #rowaelin #tog #throne of glass #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #ciwyw masterlist #throne of glass fanfic #rowaelin fic #baby fic #rowaelin baby fic #accidental pregnancy au #soccer!rowan #rowaelin au #modern au #throne of glass fanfiction

[talkfantasytome]

Sim Rowaelin

I've had a thought...it might be a crazy thought. But, I mean, let's just sayyyy, all the SJM characters lived in the same world and/or had easier access to each other...what are our thoughts on Nessian child + Rowaelin child? 👀 Cause, my thoughts are 'yes!'...and I do have three Nessian girls.

And now, I has a pregnant Rowaelin! 👀

#rowaelin #sim rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #sim aelin #sim rowan #kasey sims #sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #baby rowaelin

[mmvalentine]

YOU GUYSS im reading KOA and I told you I’d keep you updated so I gotta tell you I’m MADDDDDDD because I was VERY ANXIOUS about Lysandra and Aedion just HOPING no one would notice seriously it’s making me panic and they’re in a godsdamned war and Aelin finally enters the chat in the war tent of…… KALE?!!!!!!!?????!?!?!?!? I’m not okay send help?!?!!!!?!?!? Okay back to reading

#like okay I’m just assuming SJM is doing some time jumps here because this is insane #also the rowaelin reunion was shit I’m sorry idk why she did us like that #but at least my baby Aelin is okay now

[goddess-aelin]

Aelin finds out she's pregnant with their 5th child

Y'all, I'm loving all these baby prompts honestly. Keep 'em coming!

Thanks for sending this in :)

What's Another One?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none!

Another morning, another trip to the bathroom for Aelin. She hadn’t been feeling well for the past week and her normal morning routine was commonly interrupted by vomiting and sickness that made her feel like all she wanted to do was stay in bed. With four kids, it wasn’t entirely uncommon that someone in her household was sick, though with their fae heritage, these sicknesses were usually few and far between. 

            But Aelin seemed unable to get over this particular sickness. 

            She heard rather than saw her oldest, Alma, walk into the bathroom and gently take her hair. Her eldest was nearing ten years old and the girl was gods-sent. She was caring, gentle, and doting on her younger siblings and it was shown in the way she was currently mothering Aelin herself; holding back her hair while vomiting, filling a cup of water to rinse her mouth out, and then gently rubbing Aelin’s back. Aelin couldn’t help but think she’d make a fine queen someday. Hopefully far, far into the future. 

            Once Aelin felt like she could get a few words out, she turned to her daughter, bringing her into her side for a squeeze.

            “Thank you, my sweet. You’re the best.” With a kiss to her hair, Aelin brought Alma’s head to lean on her shoulder, Aelin cuddling up to her daughter as best she could on the cold tile of the bathroom. “Wait, weren’t you with your sister?” 

            “Yes, but Idalia is fine, Mama. She’s in your room right now playing with her dollies.” 

            “Thank you for taking such good care of her while I’m sick and Papa is running the kingdom.”

            Her daughter snorted, all Aelin through and through. “Papa hates running the kingdom. I’ll bet you ten gold coins that he will walk through that door grumbling about how his tunic itches.” 

            Aelin was already feeling better since she threw up but her daughter had a way of making her feel lighter. She loved all of her kids equally, of course. But Alma had a bit of a different relationship with her, being the oldest and the child set to inherit the kingdom. She understood that Alma sometimes felt there was a weight on her shoulders, one that Aelin knew all too well herself. Though she tried to bear most of that burden for her, she knew sometimes Alma just had to work things out herself.  And of course, manifesting both fire and ice powers was no easy task for Alma to master. Even if she had two of the strongest magic wielders for parents. 

            Accompanying the pitter patter of tiny feet, her youngest’s screech was shrill in Aelin’s ears as she entered the bathroom. 

            “Mama!” The one and a half year old reached her arms toward Aelin, running as quickly as she could on semi-steady feet. If Alma was gentle and kind, Idalia was all fire and brute. She did have three older siblings to keep up with, after all. Idalia’s chubby arms wrapped around Aelin’s neck, sending them both flying backwards toward the edge of the tub. 

            “Woah there, little bug. Be careful.” 

            “Mama!” Idalia did not have volume control, which was making Aelin’s head throb at the moment. “All better, Mama?” 

            “Mama is still feeling a little sick. How about we go sit in the bed and read a book?” Idalia started wiggling in Aelin’s arms, desperate to climb into her parents’ giant, fluffy bed. 

            “Pick book, Mama. Be back.” And with that, Idalia ran her little chubby legs to her adjoining room. 

            Alma just laughed and helped her mother to the bed. Though Aelin wasn’t feeling incredibly nauseous any longer, she was grateful for the help due to her slight headache. A wave of dizziness passed over Aelin and she almost stumbled when she got to the bed.

            “Mama! Are you ok?” Alma steadied her with a hand on her shoulder.

            Aelin just placed a hand on her forehead, trying to regain her balance. “Mmhm. I’m ok, sweetie. Can you maybe just run and get Papa real quick? I know he should be done with his meeting soon.” Aelin knew Idalia would come running in any minute and quickly amended her statement. “And take Idalia with you!” Aelin winced.  “And maybe Errin and Leven, too.” 

            Her daughter gave her a strange look before bounding out of the room. 

            Aelin loved her boys, Errin currently seven and Leven currently four. But she knew that they both had a penchant for getting into trouble when they were together without an adult watching them. Leven was all Rowan and even looked like her mate. He had a gentle, quiet disposition and water and ice powers that greatly outpaced Aelin’s own. But if Leven was his father, Errin was his mother, manifesting fire power at the age of three and being a terror around his siblings. While he may have chased them around, Aelin could see he loved them dearly and would never hurt them. 

            She decided to nap while she waited for her mate to come back, though she could tell that she was getting hungry if the grumbling in her stomach was any indication. Hmmm, she thought. She could always go for some chocolate hazelnut cake, her usual. But today she was also feeling something salty…or maybe something bitter. Maybe pickled eggs or roasted fish with a heaping of peppers on top. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t know where either of those thoughts came from. She usually was not a fan of seafood and pickled things typically turned her stomach. Interesting.

            The last time she was hungry for either of those things was when….

            Shit.

            Was when she was pregnant with Idalia. 

            Aelin hung her head in her hands, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in disbelief. 

            And that was exactly how her mate found her a few minutes later.

            “Fireheart? What’s wrong?” Not only could she see the crease in Rowan’s brow but could feel his anxiety and panic down the mating bond. “Are you alright?” 

            She looked past Rowan to make sure none of her kids had lingered. 

            “Fuck.”

            Rowan’s hands came up to cup her cheeks. “What? What’s wrong?” 

            “You tell me.” She waited for him to catch on or scent it on her but he just continued to be concerned. “Whoever said it was hard for fae to conceive was dead fucking wrong.” She could see the moment it clicked in Rowan’s eyes. His green eyes dropped down to her stomach and quickly darted back up to her face. Though the furrow in his brow was still there, it was now tinged with disbelief.

            “You’re pregnant?” Rowan’s voice was breathy, unbelieving.

            Aelin nodded. “I think so.” She gestured to her stomach, “If you would be so kind as to confirm.”

            He pulled her into him gently yet with enough force that she was crushed to his chest. She felt his nose brush between her shoulder and neck, breathing in her scent. He let out a harsh breath that almost sounded like a sob and just started nodding. 

            They both stayed like that for a while, holding each other while they processed the happy news. Did Aelin ever expect to have five kids, much less five kids within ten years? Absolutely not. Was she still overjoyed at how much love she felt? Yes. She and Rowan already had a messy, chaotic family so what was one more added to that group? Truly, it was everything she ever could have hoped for. To be here with her mate, alive and healthy, and to have this life with him, one in which they could safely raise as many kids as they wanted. 

            Finally, Rowan pulled back, his eyes puffy from his tears. Yet Aelin thought he never looked so handsome. 

            “So, my all-knowing mate, what is it going to be this time?”

            “I…I actually don’t know. In that dream I had, you were still pregnant with this one. So I’m as much in the dark as you are.” Years ago, talking about that dream would’ve made Rowan sweat with anxiety. Yet now, in the safety of Orynth, and with relative peace throughout Erilea, Rowan felt as though that dream was just that: a dream. Even if he correctly guessed the genders of his children, he knew Maeve was gone. Her dark power could never lash out and hurt his family ever again. 

            A devious grin crossed Aelin’s face. “So you’re saying there’s a chance that I might be right and you might be wrong this time?” 

            Rowan chuckled. “Yes, my love. If that’s what makes you happy.”  They both embraced the other again, squeezing and holding on for dear life. 

            A small voice spoke up from the hallway. “Mama? Papa? Are you okay?” Alma’s arms were wrapped around a dozing Idalia, who was entirely comfortable in her sister’s arms. Errin was standing next to his sister with his arms crossed, a warrior guarding his precious family. And Leven stood to Alma’s other side, holding onto her pants and looking at Aelin and Rowan with concern. 

            Aelin stretched her arm out to her children. “Come here, my loves.”

            Rowan gently took Idalia from Alma, the girl letting out a small huff of breath before settling into her father’s arms. The other three gathered in front of Aelin, all of them looking at her with bated breath.

            “How do you guys feel about having another sibling?”

            It was Alma that squealed first. “I knew it! I knew you were having another baby!”

“You knew?”

Alma shrugged. “You smelled different today.” 

Aelin chuckled and smiled up at Rowan. Then she looked to her boys. Leven stayed quiet but looked thoughtful. However, Aelin didn’t expect Errin’s reaction, the boy usually not emotional nor sentimental. His little hand reached out to her still flat stomach and gave it a pat. 

            “I hope it’s another brother.” Aelin laughed and pulled her son into her arms, still small enough that he was easy to pick up. The other two piled in and soon the hug became a family embrace, Rowan with his arms full of Idalia joining the fray. 

            Aelin couldn’t help but think that this was one of the best moments of her life, here with their perfect little family. And she couldn’t help but think that the new baby was going to have so many people that loved them. They would never know what it’s like to be alone, she would make sure of that. 

A/N: I hope you enjoy all this fluffiness! I adore writing baby fics and I know this fandom loves reading them so enjoy :)

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