#ohmygoditsrowaelin

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Heeeeeeyyyyyy so like it’s been a hot minute and I’m just 👀 Sorry about leaving y’all hanging, also haven’t written that rowaelin series yet either 😅. I’ve also accumulated asks, so shout out to you poor souls.

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Rowaelin - Their ‘Official’ Wedding Day

So we all know that Darrow is a little bitch in the series, even though he improves SLIGHTLY by the end of KOA. But I reckon he’d insist/force Aelin and Rowan to have a ‘real’ wedding in Orynth.

“You may be the Queen, but in they eyes of Erilea and Terrasen, yourself and the Fae are not legally married.”

Aelin is ready to deck him in the face, but is calmed down by Rowan, who is also rightly pissed of. Both of them are offended that Darrow would even suggest that their marriage was illegitimate. After the meeting I can just see Aelin pacing the throne room, the remnants of her fire flickering due to her anger.

Rowan would then suggest they do it, not for Darrow, hell not even for Terrasen, but for them. He knew she would have wanted a proper wedding if things had been different. And Rowan wanted to show of his beautiful wife to all of the people in Erilea.

Aelin reluctantly agrees, though she's happy she can marry her beloved all over again

Okay so the wedding party!

Aelin’s bridesmaids/handmaids: Lysandra as Maid of Honour, then Elide, Manon, Yrene as the regular bridesmaids with Evangeline as the flower girl

Rowans groomsmen: Fenrys as best man with Lorcan and Aedion as regular groomsmen.

Aedion would obviously be the one to walk Aelin down the aisle, though who is really supporting who is uncertain. Their both on the brink of breaking down into joyful tears.

I imagine that the halls of palace are decorated with a various amount of flowers, but predominantly Kingsflame. I also have a feeling that the wedding would take place in the early spring, late winter. Colour and warmth just starting to emerge. Making all the colours of the flowers, which are magically kept fresh, stand out.

Aelin’s hair would be left mostly down, but would have a section of her hair braided and with kings flame weaved into her hair. She wouldn’t wear the crown she wore at her coronation, something simple and refined.

^^^Her wedding dress, but the flowers would be kingsflame. The dress was originally worn by her mother on her own wedding day. It was one of the few things left untouched when Terrasen was overtaken. When Aelin first tried it on she couldn't stop crying, it was so bad the seamstress had to get Aedion to calm her down. But he too started to cry, then the poor lady was left with the two blubbering at each other.

They manage to compose themselves on the day, Aedion telling Aelin that Rhoe and Evalin would be so very proud of her. Aelin tells him to shut up or she’ll ruin her make up and then Manon would kill them both.

Meanwhile, Rowan is standing in the throne room in a suit that is too stiff, in front of people he didn’t know. He watched as Dorian and Chaol are seated in the front pew, their respective partners in Aelin’s wedding party.

Rowan for a minute thinks about how any of the three of them could have potentially been where he was standing. Rather than angering him, it made him smile.

Fenrys is undressing the female guests with his eyes, even though a majority of them were either already wed or engaged to be. Lorcan was tugging at his outfit, the material being to corse for his liking.

The two then start arguing with each other, Rowan rolls his eyes wishing Gavriel could be there to keep the pair of fae in line.

Then the music started to play.

First came Evangeline, her dress being a pale pink, throws petals on the ground as she walks down the aisle. Yrene follows next, her and Chaol’s son on her hip, she wears a similar gown to Evangeline. The hue is closer to gold than pink and the material skin tight . As she passes the first pew, she hands of her son to her husband, the baby cooing gently in his father’s arms.

Manon follows, she begrudgingly wears the same dress, but she demanded to be able to have Wind-cleaver strapped to her waist. She looks beautifully deadly, she winks at the King of Ardalan as he reaches her place next to Yrene.

Elide walks down the aisle, her limp almost unnoticeable thanks to Lorcan no doubt. Her dress is similar to those of Yrene and Manon, but her’s is looser to allow room for her growing stomach. Her eyes are fixed on her husband, the man almost brought to tears at the sight of his wife.

Lysandra then enters the room, her gown is similar to Aelin’s more tight fitting, with undertones of green rather than pink. She commands the attention of everyone in the room with her presence, that and the large engagement ring on her finger.

Then he sees Aelin

He’s brought to tears, Fenrys having to keep him from stumbling backwards in awe. Rowan wants nothing more to run down the aisle and scoop his mate into his arms. The distance between them being too much for him to bear. He can see that she’s crying, but through the bond he knows it out of joy.

When his wife and Aedion reach him, he hugs Aedion tightly, the general having become as close to him as Fenrys as even Lorcan.

He takes Aelin’s hands, they’re shaking slightly, he squeezes them gently letting her know he’s here.

She barely hears the priest, all she hears is her heart beating rapidly while she stares at her mate. He was just as handsome as ever, his hair grown slightly so that it curled around his ears.

They exchange rings, they are the same they had been wearing before the wedding, only they were now inscribed with the other’s name in the inside of the band.

Vow’s aren’t exchanged, for they have already promised the other everything they own, their heart, their soul. And that no distance could ever keep them apart, not even death or the Gods.

“Do you Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “Yes, I do.”

“And do you Rowan Whit-” “I do.”

“With the power bestowed upon me by Lummas, I pronounce you wed. You may now kiss your bride.”

Rowan and Aelin barely wait for the priest to finish before they are embracing, cheers fill the room, all noise goes unnoticed by the two. They would never be apart, for now they were married in the eyes of Erilea. And now was the time for the reception ball, which Darrow had found himself not invited to.

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Rowaelin - Pregnancy (3/3) - Symptoms and Birth

Just as a warning the final part of this headcanon series does involve blood/bodily fluids so if that is a trigger or are triggered by things in a medical sense please take caution when reading this instalment. OH!!! Also shit tone of angst guys.

As mentioned in previous instalment, Aelin doesn’t begin to show until around the second trimester. She was thankful for this as this gave her more time to announce it to those closest to her. Unfortunately her precious gowns no longer fit. The royals seamstress took it upon herself and her apprentices to make her maternity gowns that resembled her fashion style.

She did suffer from morning sickness severely in the first couple of months, which was easily disguised as her eating to much food such as cake or chocolates.

Her cravings were nothing extreme like the kitchens had prepared for, all that changed was that she liked her meat a bit more rare and had an increased want for cake. Rowan was prepared to travel for days to get whatever she wanted, only wanting her and the child to be happy.

Yrene took it upon herself to stay close to Terrasen, going as far as to make Chaol purchase an estate in Orynth. The woman wanting help Aelin through the process of childbirth as much as possible.

Yrene gave creams and ointments to ease her morning sickness, cramps and lesson the pain when the child decided to kick.

Midway through the pregnancy Aelin found herself forgetting things more often. One time completely forgetting that she had a council meeting or that she was scheduled to make an appearance at the Royal Terrasen Theatre. So Rowan with the help of Lysandra, Elide and Yrene took it upon themselves to always remind her of tasks and duties of the day, much to her annoyance.

I’d also like to include that Aelin would be 100000% hornier, like she just had to look at Rowan and BOOM! She would climb him like a monkey on a tree, not that he really minded. It turned out that some of their best experiences in the bedroom occurred when she was with child.

Rowan also adapted to having a shorter sleep schedule, having to help his mate to the bathroom multiple times during the night. Brushing off Aelin’s embarrassed apologies and her complaints that she could do it herself.

The lords tried to discuss succession with the couple, trying to enforce that if the child happened to be a girl and then they have a boy later. The boy would be King, the daughter being passed over. 

It turned out that Rowan was the one who had to show restraint, almost going feral and killing the lords at the suggestion that any child of his would be refused their birthright. Aelin returned his sentiment, but her rage was wielded like steel. Swift and clean, she took it upon herself to remind the men that she in the end would have the final say.

They both walked away from that meeting with a burning pit of hatred for the lords.

So it draws closer to the predicted date of the child’s birth, and Aelin starts to feel different. Not about being a mother, she worked past those issues very easy on. No, she felt like something was wrong.

She would say nothing, having worried to much in the past.

But her pains grew more potent, at first she thought it could have been contractions, but from what she had been told these pains weren’t localised in one area.

She steadily grew weaker, not eating as much and what she did manage to eat eventually came back up. When asked about the change she brushed it off the symptoms she had experienced throughout her pregnancy.

The one person who could tell she was lying is Rowan, but he was away with Fenrys and Lorcan, visiting some of the border villages of Terrasen.

Aedion and Lysandra had decided to stay in the palace just in case something arose.

One night, just after twilight, Aelin awoke to a pain unlike any she had previously experienced. Removing the covers so that she could relieve herself she was confronted with the sight of blood. It covered her legs and the sheets.

Aelin would begin to hyperventilate, shock taking over and her ability to call for help would be stunted. Until the pain she was already experiencing increased yet again.

Her screams would echo through the halls of the palace, the first to reach her room would be Aedion and Lysandra. His blade drawn and her ready to shift at a moments notice.

The sight they were confronted with was one that would haunt their dreams for years to come.

Aelin arched in bed, covered in her own blood, screaming as she clawed at her stomach. 

Lysandra’s maternal instincts surfaced, her feet carrying her towards her best friend. 

Aedion began to move forward also.

“No, get Yrene, something is wrong with the baby. She may be the only one to save them both.” She instructed, not looking back to make sure he had understood.

Aedion rushed past guards and servants. Ignoring the questions of lords and dignitaries. He was thankful to the gods that Yrene and Chaol had decided to stay the night.

He practically rips the door of its hinges, sending Chaol for his sword, prepared to defend his pregnant wife and child. But when he sees Aedion’s face, terror and pain consuming his features. 

Yrene had sat up when Chaol had reached for his sword that was always beside their bed. She only had to take one look at the general to know something was wrong with Aelin. 

“Chaol, get my satchel, the one by the dresser. Aedion, I’m going to need your help getting to her.” Both men nodded, Choal grabbing his cane, Aedion carrying Yrene in his arms.

They reached Aelin as a pageboy was rushing out, Lysandra was beside Aelin, gripping her hand and whispering encouragement.

Yrene waddled over to Aelin, ripping away the sheet, going pale at what she saw. She motioned for her husband to hand over the supplies. 

He’d shuffle over, trying not to make eye contact with Aelin, knowing if he did he might break, knowing how much this baby meant to her and...Rowan

He returned to his place at the wall near the door beside Aedion, the two men unable to help in the situation. Both feeling like they were both failing the woman in the bed.

“Where’s Rowan?” Aelin would moan, having descended into delirium due to the pain. Everyone would make eye contact, the tension in the room intensifying tenfold.

“I’ve sent word, he’ll be back any moment now.” Lysandra would explain, wiping the sweat from Aelin’s brow.

“I-I don’t think I’ll b-be-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Aedion growled, not letting her or anyone else in the room entertain the prospect of Aelin not being here when he returned.

Yrene swore after finishing examining her, her hands covered in blood. Her hands glowing softly, as she tried to use her gifts to heal the damage done in her womb.

Rowan that night had nightmares like he hadn’t experienced since before the war ended, all revolving around Aelin and their future family.

Rowan wakes up in the morning being shaken relentlessly by Lorcan, as he begins to tell the fae to piss off he notices the worry in his eyes, then sees the letter in his hand with the royal seal.

He doesn't wait to hear what Lorcan has to say before shifting into his falcon. Flying as fast as he can back to his mate, feeling the pain and terror through the bond.

He arrives at the palace via the balcony of their chambers. He’s immediately confronted by the sight of Aelin. She’s deathly pale, covered in sweat, the bottom half of her body covered in blood. He could see Lysandra holding her hand, Yrene furiously trying anything to heal her. The royal doctor beside her, offering his services when Yrene would become unsure of what to do. Choal and Aedion remained by the wall, the two first noticing his presence.

Lysandra looks over her shoulder, seeing him, she’d stand so that he could take over.

As he reached her side he’d notice how quiet she was, the occasional moan would fall from her lips, but other than that she remained silent.

Yrene and the doctor began whispering hurriedly, but due to his worry Rowan didn’t make out anything they said. But he could see dread written on both of their faces.

“What? What are the two of you saying?”

“We need to deliver, the placenta, it’s torn from womb causing her to bleed out and cut off circulation to the child.”

“Why haven't you delivered yet then?” He’d ask through gritted teeth, anger evident through his words, he couldn't imagine what could cause them to not deliver.

“I can’t promise she or the baby will survive. The baby will be born before it should, and there is a high chance that tear lead to her to bleed internally. We haven’t done anything in hopes that my gifts could reverse the damage, but it’s to far gone.”

Rowan paled the healer’s words sinking in.

He turned back to his wife, who was barely conscious. He leaned down and nuzzled the crook of her neck. 

“Save the child.” Her voice, even in that moment sounded like a symphony, instructed the healer.

“Aelin, you might not make it if she does. I can’t lose you, either of you.” 

Aelin remained silent through that and many more pleas from her mate, ignoring his wishes. Knowing that she'd never forgive herself if she let the child perish just so that she could survive.

She lifted her head to indicate to Yrene her wish once again. They held eye contact, both knowing what a mother would do for their child. 

Yrene then asked the doctor for a scalpel.

Rowan’s eyes would fill with fury, Lysandra would have to restrain him. Chaol stepping forward his face hardening. He didn't care what was happening, he wouldn't let the fae intimidate his wife. Aedion would pull him back, the pair had to remain otherwise the room would descend into chaos.

As Yrene would begin working to save the child Aelin would scream again, her hand reaching out in search for Rowan.

He’d immediately drop resisting Lysandra, his instincts making him be their for his mate. He held her hand tightly, pressing kisses to it while his other hand stroked her forehead. He tried to comfort her as best he could, but couldn’t help but flinch every time she cried out. After a minute he was crying with her.

Then there was a moment of quiet.

A baby’s cry filled the room, Rowan looked at their child in awe as Yrene cleaned the child as best she could.

“It’s a girl.” Yrene announced with a sad smile, handing the newborn over to her father.

Rowan cradled the child in his arms, almost forgetting everything and everyone in the room. His entire being was focused on the daughter he and Aelin had made together. She was so small, she had almost no hair, but he could tell it would be the same shade as her mother. Her eyes were closed, as they would remain for a week or two but he silently hoped they would also be her mother’s.

Turning to Aelin, he sat beside her and leaned down. Showing her their beautiful child.

Aelin cooed at the little one, holding out her pinky for her to latch onto.

“What shall we name her Fireheart?”

“Lyria.” The room stilled, all except the doctor knew that was the name of  his first wife and who he was lead to believe was his mate.

“Aelin I-”

“She brought great joy and love into your life. I’m sad I never got to know her, but I can only hope that our Lyria will grow up to be just as wonderful as her namesake.” Aelin whispered hoarsely, her eyes closed. Rowan blinked away tears, he knew Lyria, the one he married wasn’t his mate. But she still held an important part of his heart, and Aelin wanting to honour her memory...it made him love her more than he thought possible.

“Oh, Oh my!” Yrene gasped, Rowan’s head looked up, afraid of what she might say.

Yrene did not elaborate on what caused her outburst, but it must have caused the following groans and almost screams.

Then another wail filled the room, silencing the room once again as the two cries joined together.

“It’s a boy! Twins, you have twins!” Yrene announced joyfuly, the room filling with cheers. The lords rushing to make the announcement to Terrasen and the surrounding kingdoms.

Rowan handed Lyria to Lysandra who was practically purring at the sight of her goddaughter. Taking his son into his arms, shock, joy and wonder filling his soul. He showed him to Aelin like he did with Lyria, but this time Aelin remained silent.

At first he’d pay no attention to it, believing that she was just shocked as he was. But he turned to ask her what they should name her when he noticed she had gone still and her chest had stilled.

“Fireheart? Aelin-Aelin? Darling wake up, do not leave me now after everything we’ve survived don’t leave me now!” He begged, their son’s cries mixing with his own.

Yrene’s face would harden, telling Aedion and Chaol to get Rowan out of the room so she could save the Queen.

Rowan waits outside the room, his son still in his arms, but had fallen asleep shortly after exiting. He tries to refrain from crying but can’t. Tears slowly trail down his face as he tries to comprehend raising his children without his Fireheart. 

He can hear Yrene shouting at the doctor and then there's silence, it feels like hours before the door opens. The royal doctor exiting without saying a word, then Yrene opens the door wider. She’s covered in sweat blood and birth fluid, but she has a smile on her face.

That smile sends relief through him, almost making his knees weak knowing that Aelin will be okay. 

“She’ll be okay. She won’t be able to leave her bed for a month at least but she will be okay.” She explains to everyone, but her eyes never leave his. 

They all began to renter the room but Yrene stopped them with a hand. She only let through Rowan and Aedion who was now hold Lyria who was gurgling happily to herself.

Rowan almost sprinted to Aelin’s bedside, kneeling beside her, needing to see any evidence that she was alright. And he let out a breath of relief when she opened her eyes, those eyes he loved so dearly.

“Wha-what happened?”

“Nothing that can’t wait. Would you like to meet our son?”

Aelin almost sat up straight at those words, she looked over to Aedion to confirm that she did in fact have two children. 

They spent an hour together, the three adults and two newborns just learning what they looked like, acted and mannerisms. That is until Aedion perked up.

“What are you going to name him?” 

The couple shared a look before going at their son then Aedion.

“Gavriel.”

Aedion nods quickly looking back down at Lyria quietly, but both Aelin and Rowan can see the tears in Aedion’s eyes.

They both at that moment can’t wait to see what life had in store for them next.

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If you’d like to see more about how things continue from the end please leave a request. Well that brings an end to the pregnancy au! series, and I can confirm that the next thing I write that will be posted will be for...(DRUM ROLL) ELORCAN!!!

El, xoxo

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Rowaelin - Pregnancy (1/3) - They find out

Only short because I’m splitting it up into three instalments

so this takes place 4-5 years after KOA and probably 3 after their ‘official’ wedding.

Everything in Erilea is peaceful for once, all the kingdoms living harmoniously, apart from the few times Aelin has jokingly threatened war on Ardalan after Dorian spoils a book she’s been reading.

So the next thing the lords (Darrow) hound the Queen and her consort about is the lack of royal heir. They (Darrow) have been shut down many times, not even by the royal couple. But by Lysandra, Aedion, Lorcan, Elide etc.

Aelin hasn’t told Rowan, but she’s actually terrified about having children. She’s an Assassin, Queen, royal pain, none of that really constitutes mother material. Though the idea of a child/children made by her and Rowan does make her happy, cause lets be real here their babies would be the cutest.

So she unconsciously causes them to have more alone time (bow chikia wow wow), and eventually falls pregnant.

She doesn’t notice it straight away, thinking she’s eaten to much cake in one sitting. But Rowan, Rowan has seen many pregnant women in his life. 

He covertly asks the royal doctor if she could be pregnant, to which the doctor replies that it’s most likely. For the rest of the night Rowan can’t stop smiling, making several castle workers comfortable. “Why’s he smiling so much?” “I think he killed the lord of Perranth.” “That would make him smile like that.” 

It finally get’s to a point that Aelin can’t deny it anymore, she can’t fit into her dresses and she get’s sick at the sight of meat. She asks the doctor what’s wrong with her.

“Your majesty, you’re with child.”

“Very funny doctor.” “...” “Really?” “Yes, is that an issue? If it is I can give you a tonic that would-” “No! I mean no thank you doctor, thank you. Please don't tell anyone.” “Wouldn’t dream of it your majesty.”

She sits on the bed, unconsciously stroking her stomach. She starts to smile, realising that she wants this, Rowan’s child.

Speaking of her mate, he comes stumbling in. Just managing to get away from an inebriated Fenrys Moonbeam and his clutches.

He sees her on the bed and frowns. 

“Fireheart, are you alright?” He asks as he’d sit down next to her, taking her face in his hands. She’d cover his hands with her own, her eyes filling up with tears.

“I’m pregnant.” Rowan is speechless, though his face starts to morph into one of unparalleled joy, only rivalling the one on their second wedding day. He starts to tear up, causing Aelin to cry and giggle at the same time.

“We’re gonna be parents?” “I suppose so.” They kiss deeply, and don’t stop holding each other for the rest of the night.

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Rowaelin - Pregnancy (2/3) - Announcement

So everyone immediately notice the couple’s change in mood. Sure they’re always happy to a degree, but never this happy. The court and staff just assume that they’ve started doing something new in bed, ‘cause lets be honest the two are like rabbits in the bedroom.

ANYWAY

Aedion and Lysandra are the first to find out, partly because they’re obviously the godparents and also that they were the first people they ran into.

“We have something to tell you!”Aelin would be practically jumping up and down, Rowan looking at her with a worried gaze. His paternal instincts already at 100. I’m just cackling at the thought of Rowan acting like a mother hen around Aelin, but that’s for the next part.

ANYWAY PT2

Aedion and Lysandra would share a look, slightly suspicious. 

“I’m pregnant!”

Lysandra would laugh and start jumping around with Aelin because she loves babies and that their own daughter has a cousin to play with. Meanwhile Aedion is frozen in shock, his mind not fully computing what had just been said.

Rowan just laughs, bringing Aedion in for a ‘manly’ embrace. AKA, Rowan hugging Aedion so tight he can’t breathe. But after a solid minute of silence Aedion would start crying, just filled with so many emotions.

Because he never thought he’d see Aelin get married, let alone have a child after all they’d been through. It gets to a point that it’s awkward, Lysandra laughs at him, finding it hilarious that the man in charge for Terresan’s army is so easily reduced to tears.

Elide, Lorcan and Fenrys are the next to find out.

Aelin just blurts it out to them during a dinner with no warning. Lorcan chokes on venison, Elide congratulates Aelin and Rowan already promising to find the cutest baby toys. Fenrys congratulates also, but mostly to Rowan.

The fae has bruising all over, bad enough to visit the palace infirmary.

Manon guessed the moment she saw Aelin when the couple visited her in  the Wastes*. Aelin and Rowan are surprised she could guess, since Aelin isn't showing yet. To which Manon replies with a raised brow “I’m a witch.”

It is announced formally to the Terrasen lords and royal dignitaries at a feast in Orynth during the fourth month of Aelin’s pregnancy. 

Aelin just fits into one of her finer dresses, much to her displeasure. Rowan ties it up in the back, making a nice bow and patting her on the back gently. She turns around and gives him a glare.

He just kneels down and kisses her bump, making Aelin thus turn into a puddle.

He escorts her to the throne room as always during events. She exchanges pleasantries with the lords, embracing Yrene who is pregnant herself for the second time. She hugs both Dorian and Chaol, both able to tell something is different.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” They both look towards Rowan for an explanation, he just shrugs, having taking a back seat with telling people she’s pregnant.

Though he has to restrain himself from growling at every male from touching her, his instincts to protect his mate’s offspring going into overdrive.

He almost brakes a young lords hand after it dropped lower than Rowan liked on Aelin. Though when Aelin turned to look at him after she had the same look as he did.

After the first course is served, Aelin rises from her seat at the head of the table. Her chair’s scraping getting the attention of everyone in the room.

“Welcome for gathering with us tonight. As some of you have noticed, I-Rowan and myslef, have some news to share.” Yrene starts smacking Chaol’s arm excitedly, the clues clicking together. While he complains, it not being obvious to him.

“I am with child. Terresan will have a heir!” She reveals, placing her left hand on top of her bump.

Cheers erupt from the long table of guests, many glasses are raised in celebration. Chaol, Yrene and Dorian are the first to make their way to talk to Aelin and Rowan.

Yrene practically throws herself on Aelin, already giving her advice on what to do if she starts feeling unwell in the mornings.

Both Chaol and Dorian shake Rowan’s hand, telling him he’ll make a great father to the child.

Chaol pulls him aside and starts telling him everything he needs to know about handling a pregnant wife, everything from cravings to midnight bathroom assistance is discussed.

Rowan is several shades lighter when they return, Aelin questions it, Rowan brushes it aside. Thinking about everything he has been told as he talks to others.

Later that night, Aelin sneaks out of bed, making her way to the royal gallery. She finds her parents portrait along with Gavin and Elena, telling each portrait the news. Tears swell, she blinks them away quickly knowing they wouldn't her to cry.

She begins to leave, but out of the corner of eye she could see a familiar couple watching her with happy faces with their own tears. The man wearing the crown she now wore herself.

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Snippet of something in the works

“Don’t you fucking walk back into my life after everything you’ve done!” She screamed, her throat felt like it was on fire. She could hardly see, not from tears, they had stopped falling almost as soon as he left. No, she couldn’t see because she was blinded by rage.

“Aelin, I’m so fuc-”

“SORRY? YOU DON’T GET TO BE SORRY! I needed you and you left! What did you expect me to do? Wait around for you to waltz back in?”

“No, I just need to explain why I-”

“Why you left me after everything that happened last year? Or explain how you ended up in her bed? Hmm, explain to me Rowan. Explain to me how you fucked another woman while I was here planning a goddam funeral!”

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Elorcan headcanons for when Elise’s ankle is healing?

Hey so it’s been a hot minute, but here you go

So Elide decides to take Yrene up on her offer to permanently heal her ankle cause she’s got shit to do.

She tells Lorcan what’s going to happen and he is not okay with it. He doesn’t want her to subject herself to that kind of pain, also he feels that her doing this meant he was failing in assisting her.

“Your not really going to do this are you?”

“Yes, I cannot rely on you to always being there to help.”

“How do you know that?”

“Why can’t you just accept it? it would mean I’m not a hobble anymore!”

“Because you don’t know anything! You spent your entire life up in a tower for Mab’s sake!”

So he and Elide don’t talk for a solid week, he stopped being angry like 3 hours after it all happened, but Elide hadn’t forgiven him for what he had said.

It got so bad that he went to the Cadre for advice on how to smooth things over with her.

After they all stopped telling him how much of an ass he was, they told him to just be by her side no matter what. No one was going to stop her when she put her mind to something.

Meanwhile, Elide is meeting with Yrene in Anielle, telling the woman that she’s ready to start the long, painful journey to healing her leg.

They decide that Elide would stay at Anielle the day before and after each visit so that Yrene could keep her under observation.

When she returns to Perranth Lorcan has almost torn the estate apart. After he sees her in the entryway he lifts her up and holds her for what feels like forever to the both of them, but in reality was only a few short minutes.

“Where have you been?” He would practically demand to know, but Elide and anyone in the room in that moment would know it held no malice or anger towards the woman.

After her explanation, he would remain silent, a common sign of danger in most circumstances, but in this one meant only contemplation.

Taking the entire land of Erila by surprise, he would agree with the plan. But first would ask permission from Aelin and Rowan, something that greatly annoyed him but was equally amusing to the royal couple.

So they go every month, Lorcan being right beside his wife throughout the entire process, letting her take out her pain on him. His right hand hadn’t been so sore in his entire existence, no one could say Elide didn’t have a strong grip.

He carries her everywhere for the following week, if not she’s on strict bed rest, prescribed by Yrene, enforced by Lorcan. Not that Elide really minded, she got to spend time with her sweet daughter. Who would have stayed with Aelin and Rowan while Elide was being treated.

After a week Elide would find she could walk for a minute longer, a foot further and that her ankle hurt a bit less at the end of the day then it usually would.

She’d keep it to herself, and Yrene, not wanting to get anyone’s hopes up or give herself false hopes.

4 years later however, she realises at the end of the day, that she hadn’t felt any pain whatsoever, the limp she’d walked on had been one she’d put on. Elide would silently cry with happiness, Lorcan having already fallen asleep after a long day of training the Prince and Princess how to track and fight.

She’d wait until the morning, waiting for him in the dining hall, their daughter Kaltain, sitting beside her informing her off all the ways she could use a knife to counter a frontward attack while demonstrating with her butter knife.

Elide would only be half listening, to excited to really pay attention to her daughter’s ramblings. Which she’d feel guilty about later that day, but she had been waiting for this day fo 4 years. Hell, ever since Vernon locked her away in that tower.

Then he walks in.

“Stay there!” She practically screams at him in excitement, pushing her chair back, the groan and her husbands questions falling on deaf ears.

Then she’d walk to him.

At first he’d be confused, not understanding why she’d shouted at him. He couldn’t remember anything he’d done in the last month that would elicit such a reaction. Then his eyes would widen as he notices the complete lack of limping being done by his wife.

Elide would make it into his waiting arms, trying to stop herself from crying while doing so.

“You can-”

“Yes.”

“And it doesn’t-”

“It hasn’t for a while now, I just haven’t noticed!” Lorcan would pick her up and spin her around, both of them laughing and crying simultaneously.  Already thinking of the letters they would be sending to their family of the news, and the oncoming wave of appreciation and gratitude they’d shower the Westfalls in.

Whilst they do this, Kaltain is still sat in her chair, butter knife in hand and practising her attacks. Making sure to go for the weak spots, the heart and jugular, both would result in the quickest deaths. Her uncle Fenrys had been very clear on the technique during their last training session.

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y’all ready for some angst???

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PSA

Just so that anyone scrolling through the tags and to those who follow me. I do write for ships that are not canon, for example Elide x Manon, Chaol x Dorian, Azriel x Elaine, Lucien x Tamlin. But I won’t write for one that I view as abusive aka Tamlin x Feyre.

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Next Series

What is the next series of head canon’s/au drabble you’d like to see from me? Preferably not Rowaelin. *le gasp* 

But Ella! Your url is about Rowaelin! How dare you!

I know, they’re my babies, but I want to give another ship the spotlight for a little bit. Please send in ideas/requests!

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Introduction

Hi, this is a new blog dedicated to writing anything to do with the Throne of Glass Series and A Court Of Thorns and Roses trilogy. Anything from au’s to making aesthetics.

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I really like your fic's. You are a amazing writer.

That’s a lie but ok 🥰

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Also the to-do list is two elorcan and a feysand. Elriel babies hit me up with your head echoes

Heeeeeeyyyyyy so like it’s been a hot minute and I’m just 👀 Sorry about leaving y’all hanging, also haven’t written that rowaelin series yet either 😅. I’ve also accumulated asks, so shout out to you poor souls.