#after koa

[acourtofquestions]

HC:

Chaol & Yrene name their first baby (it’s a girl) Hope

Her middle name is hyphenated to be Josefin and whatever Chaol’s mom “Lady Westfall”’s name is.

[heirofvelaris]

Aedion: we’re finally getting some peace now; so just relax, and do what you love.

Aelin and Rowan: *look at each other and grin*

Aedion: that is NOT what I meant!

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Ten Years of a Better World Part IV - A Post Kingdom of Ash Fanfic

Perranth

Elide is jolted awake by a sharp pain in her ankle. The bed shakes with the bouncing crawl of a little one climbing into her parents bed. Lorcan is awoken by a hand to the face and a quiet voice. “Oops, sorry Daddy,” Lorcan’s dark eyes cloudy with sleep open to find Mary’s dark eyes and rosy cheeks filling his vision. Even now, when he’s just awoken, Elide can already feel his power, a firm brace around her ankle. She smiles, rubbing her eyes against the pull of sleep. “Good morning, beautiful,” she says to Mary. “Good morning to you too,” Lorcan replies fluttering his eyelashes at his wife. “Da-ad. She meant me. You’re too ugly.” Mary laughs. “Och, I’m not beautiful?’ Lorcan feigns hurt, “What about my flowing locks?” He flicks his hair over his shoulder dramatically. Mary giggles grabbing his hands to stop him, “Okay, Dad. You are beautiful,” she laughs again, “But not more than me.” Lorcan howls lifting her in the air, “Your right! How could I, even with such dashing hair, be more beautiful than you, my gorgeous girl,” 

Elide’s heart swells. Her warrior husband always surprises her with his gentleness. He sheds his armour with family though it makes an appearance when with their friends. Armour really is the only way to survive around them, she supposes, especially Aelin. Lorcan’s name and title is not something the Queen will drop, not even after ten years. But even so, Lorcan is more loving and openly affectionate than she ever would have hoped when they first married. And he melted when Mary was born, he cried, he will do anything for her. Which is great, although sometimes he goes a bit too far and Elide has to be the tough parent. But even then he always backs her up at a seconds notice.

“Come on, Tiger. Let’s get some breakfast.” Lorcan says getting up. Mary bares her teeth, dark eyes glinting. She growls, the animalistic sound a low rumble in her chest, obviously inherited from Lorcan. She pounces on her father giggling as Lorcan catches her, swinging her around before falling back on the bed. “My tiger truly is a fearsome predator,” he says then promptly dies. Elide laughs. Mary certainly is a dangerous mix of both of them. Quiet but ruthless. Shy but deadly serious. Strong but… strong. She’ll lull you into a false sense of security then attack. Lorcan winks at Elide as he takes Mary out of the room. Elide winces as she drags her ankle from under the covers. The pain is near unbearable these days. Bone grinding against bone with every movement. She dreads the pain of Yrene fixing it later this month but she also dreads every movement. Every step she takes. Every morning getting out of bed. But mostly her motivation is Mary. She’s nearly five and so active. It kills Elide to not be able to play with and look after Mary as much as she wants. She feels like a bystander in her own daughter’s life. The smell of bacon draws her from her thoughts. Mary’s giggles drift from the kitchen as Elide reaches for her salve. Before she can dip her fingers into the sticky paste Lorcan appears at the door holding two plates. He places a plate of bacon, eggs and potatoes on her lap, taking the salve from her. “Now,” he says as Mary clambers onto the bed, “be careful. I don't want to have to sleep in your breakfast tonight.” Mary nods seriously as she receives her breakfast then starts digging in like the wild animal she can be. Lorcan kneels beside Elide. “Eat,” he says softly. She rolls her eyes at her fae husband. So overprotective and fussy but she loves it. Lorcan massages the soothing ointment into her ankle. It doesn’t provide much relief anymore but she will take what she can get until Yrene heals her.

The next morning is an early start. Mary is barely awake as Lorcan dresses her in her riding gear. They’ve got a full days ride to Orynth ahead of them. Elide is packing food for the trip while Lorcan tries to get some breakfast into a now dressed Mary. He patiently spoons porridge into her mouth like he had to when she was a toddler. Once everything is ready they head out to the horses. Lorcan helps Elide into the saddle and straps her ankle in. “Don’t push yourself too much, okay. We don’t have to make it there today, we could stay at Lysandra’s or Evangeline’s.” Lorcan says gently. “We’ve done it in a day before, even with Mary.” “You know that’s not what I’m worried about.” His magic pulses pointedly around her ankle. “I’ll be fine,” she smiles, “I’ll tell you if I need a break. Now you’d better strap that child in before she goes to sleep right there on the grass.” She laughs, looking fondly at their child curled up in prime napping position on the dewy grass. Lorcan scoops Mary off of the ground a sleepy smile crosses her face quickly erased by a deep yawn. By mid-morning Mary is fully awake. “Faster, Daddy! Go faster!” she giggles her raven-black hair flowing in the wind. Lorcan looks to Elide, the unspoken words clear on his face. Are you okay? She nods. Go. “Hold on, Tiger!” Their horse races ahead of Elide, Mary’s screams of delight carrying back to her on the wind. A short while later Elide catches up to where Lorcan and Mary have set up their picnic lunch. The horses drink from a small creek while they sit in the shade of a few trees. Elide rubs her aching ankle absentmindedly while she watches Mary chase the butterflies. Lorcan startles her as he slips off her shoe and sock to rub ointment onto her ankle. “Don’t push yourself,” he reminds her. She shakes her head, “I’m fine.”

Mary’s head lolls from side to side as they ride alongside the sunset. Lorcan’s magic propping her upright as she sleeps. As the sky dims they can see the lights of Orynth. Flickering firelight in the castle windows and The Lion’s Gate, imbued with Aelin’s magic, permanently shines. The Lion’s eyes glint and glisten as though in firelight. The thirteen’s statue also glows but not like flames. The statue glows bathed in bright white light, Rowan’s magic. They stop to pay their respects to the thirteen, bowing their heads for a moment. They move on stopping just short of The Lion’s Gate. Here they bow their heads again, this time to remember Gavriel before they pass over the ground he died on. Lorcan’s eyes glisten in the moonlight when he finally lifts his head again. When they move forward again the gate swings open revealing Aelin and Rowan waiting for them. Lorcan hops off the horse and gently plants Mary on his hip, careful not to wake her. “Long day?” Rowan asks in a hushed tone, nodding at Mary. Lorcan nods, “But she loved it. I think it was a longer day for Elide though.” They both glance over to where Aelin helps Elide out of her ankle straps.

“How are you?” Aelin asks as she helps Elide to the ground. “Fine, but I’ll be better when Yrene heals this rutting ankle.” Aelin nods sympathetically, “The pain must be unbearable by now.” “I suppose, but the really unbearable thing is Lorcan’s damned fussing.” They both laugh. “Damned fae bastards,” Aelin chuckles knowing full well both males can hear them.

“Here they come,” Rowan says as they wait in the stable for the girls, “Oh, I forgot to mention-“ “Lord Lorcan Lochan!” Aelin drawls, “What a pleasure to have you in our home.” “She’s been rehearsing,” Rowan finishes. Elide chuckles from behind Aelin as Lorcan’s eyes turn black and his jaw clenches. “Aelin,” he somehow manages to grind out between clenched teeth. “Lord Lochan, as lovely as it is to lay eyes on you I notice you’ve a little one in your arms. Perhaps I should layoff and later we’ll have a lark once you’ve laid this little lady down to sleep.” Aelin smirks, her eyes sparking at the muscle feathering in Lorcan’s jaw every ‘l’ sound she makes. “Lady Elide, shall we cease loitering and head inside?” Once Aelin and Elide have gone Lorcan says, “I’m about ready to kill your wife, Rowan.” From down the corridor comes Aelin’s voice, “Just try to lay hands on me Lord Lorcan Lochan. We’ll see who has the last laugh.” “Is she a heavy sleeper,” Lorcan asks menacingly. “Light as a feather,” Rowan chuckles as Lorcan groans.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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Ten Years of a Better World Part III - A Post Kingdom of Ash Fanfic

Rifthold

Yrene knocks gently on the oak door, “Yafa? It’s time to wake up, we need to leave soon.” The door swings open to reveal Yafa’s sleepy face beaming up at her mother, “To go see Daddy? Is Dad coming today?!” “Yes, yes, I told you yesterday.” Yrene laughs, “Dad’s coming with Aeson and Manon… Now, go pack! We are leaving soon.” Yafa grins excitedly and bounces back into her room to pack.

Rifthold looks beautiful as they ride to the palace. Both ride small mares, one named Belle when Yafa got her on her seventh birthday. The city is a far cry from what it used to be. There are few beggars, prostitutes and thieves on the streets and no known brothels or assassins guilds. Dorian has made a peaceful kingdom, a happy place for all its citizens. Of course, Yrene and Chaol helped but mostly Sartaq and Nesryn guided him. The new Adarlan is heavily influenced by the Khaganate’s rules - as taught by Sartaq and Nesryn on their occasional visits. Dorian has learnt much from them and become good friends through their visits and constant written correspondence between the two kingdoms.

Cobbled streets clack under horse hooves as Yafa asks, “What time will Dad get here?” “Well, darling, it’s a long flight from Anielle so probably in the afternoon or evening.” Yafa makes a sad face, “But we will get to see Dorian and Tristan at the palace.” Yafa’s bronze eyes spark at this, she love playing with little Tristan.

Dorian carries Tristan through the castle. The boy’s wails echo down the usually bustling halls, now empty, the workers given the week off in celebration of the New Year. Dorian bounces Tristan as they walk, his cries quiet as they reach the gardens. Dorian puts Tristan down to run through the sun dappled grass. Soon, the sound of hooves on cobblestone fills the air. “Horsies!” squeals Tristan his sapphire eyes lighting up. Dorian smiles as he follows Tristan’s moon-white head of hair bobbing towards the stables. “Rene!” Tristan starts running wobbly towards Yrene. Dorian races and scoops him up before he runs right under the horses hooves. Tristan squeals in delight as he’s swung into the air and onto his father’s shoulders. From here he is eye level with Yrene who smiles at him as she swings off the horse to embrace Dorian. “Happy New Year, Dorian.” “And to you, Yrene.” Dorian smiles then turns to Yafa still seated on her horse, “Would you like some help?” “Yafa!” Tristan squirms on Dorian’s shoulders reaching for Yafa. Yafa pokes her tongue out at Tristan as Dorian helps her off the horse. Tristan stops wriggling to stick his tongue out too. A string of glistening drool slips into Dorian’s hair. “Oops,” mutters Yafa. “What?” Dorian asks. Yafa smiles sheepishly, “You’ve got some dribble in your hair.” Dorian laughs and runs a hand through his now slightly damp hair, “Oh, well it’s a mess anyway, maybe this will help.” Yafa and Yrene laugh as they all head inside.

Tristan is just up from his nap when the sound of hooves again sounds from the courtyard. Manon, Chaol, Ansel, Ilias, Petrah and Bronwyn have arrived. Yafa races ahead of the others, barreling down the staircase to leap into her fathers arms nearly knocking him over. “Daddy!” Chaol squeezes her tight against his chest lifting her off the ground slightly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He releases Yafa to unstrap a sleeping Aeson from the horse. He was awake the whole flight and passed out as soon as they started riding. Yafa takes Aeson as Yrene arrives. Chaol’s bronze eyes glisten as he sees his wife. Any time away from her feels like an eternity. He closes the gap between them in swift strides and sweeps her into his arms. She pulls back to press a kiss to his lips and whispers, “Happy New Year, Chaol,” she kisses him again, “I love you.” Chaol kisses Yrene back, “I love you too.” “Come on, guys, not in front of the kids,” Dorian pulls a face as he walks from the palace carrying Tristan. Manon’s heart skips a beat as she lays eyes on Dorian for the first time in over a month, his dark hair glistening in the sunlight. He grins, eyes sparking though tired, as he sets a flailing Tristan on the ground. Tristan runs to her in a stumbling fashion, his little legs moving faster than his body. Manon lurches forward and catches him from face planting at the last second. She balances him on her hip as he says, “Mama’s back, Daddy missed you,” and snuggles into her neck. Her heart warms at the words and at how similar to Dorian her son is. He has the same sapphire eyes and warm smile but with her moon-white hair. She never wanted to be a mother and may not be the best mother but she realises as Tristan hugs her, he’s her son and he’s perfect. Dorian embraces both wife and child, kissing Manon’s lips then Tristan’s forehead. “We missed you.” Dorian says quietly “Your Highness, such a display of affection,” Manon drawls smirking to hide her elation at being near him again. Dorian smiles, a cruel smile that tells her he’s going to make her pay for that. She starts to swagger past him but a phantom hand stops her. Dorian’s breath is hot on her ear as he whispers, “What do you say?” “Oh, please, wonderful King Dorian of Adarlan let me go.” Sarcasm oozes from her lips. “Try again, Your Majesty.” “Fine.” Manon sighs and turns to Dorian, “I missed you, too. Happy?” “Very.” Dorian pulls Manon into a deep kiss then releases his phantom hand. She rolls her eyes at him at she walks away, the greeting basically routine at this point. She goes to greet Yrene, who’s now holding a drowsy but awake Aeson. “Tris!” he shouts. “Ace!” Tristan shouts back. The two boys squirm in their mothers arms until they are put down to immediately start brawling on the ground. Yrene smiles at Manon as she watches the two boys intently, eyes bright as she sees how fierce Tris is. Just like her. “I don’t know where Aeson got his attraction to fighting but it’s obvious Tris gets it from you, Manon.” Manon looks up, “Really? You think he’s like me?” “Of course, just look at the way he fights. He’s all nails and teeth. If he were older then Aeson he’d have probably killed him by now.” This makes Manon laugh, “But he’s like Dorian as well. He has figured out how to use his cuteness to manipulate you into giving him sweets.” “His luck is over. I’m immune to that trick,” she smiles fondly, “Dorian tries it all the time.” They both laugh and head inside with the others close behind.

The next day they return to the aerie and all depart for the flight to Orynth.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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The Westfall Family Grows - A Post Kingdom of Ash Fanfic

The birth had been easy since she had been surrounded by her most trusted healers. Healers from the new Torre Cesme in Rifthold proudly trained by Yrene herself. Magically gifted healers and those without a drop of power come from all over to be taught by Yrene, Hero of Erilea, and she accepted them all.

But as she held her newborn babe in her arms there was nothing else, no one else. She was lost in the beautiful bronze eyes of her baby girl, the very same eyes she looked up into as Chaol brushed a tear from her cheek. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and as their eyes met once more she could she the joy there. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at Yrene. The fierce love that she beheld in his face made her heart skip a beat. Even after nearly a year she was still amazed by her husband. His gaze softened as she passed the child - their child - to him. His bronze eyes bright though now rimmed in silver as he shed the same tears he had brushed from her cheek just a moment ago. The babe gurgled happily as her father held her and Chaol smiled back at his daughter. He turned back to Yrene the babe still gurgling, “What will we name her?”

Yrene hummed, thinking, while gazing at their child, “I think I would like to name her Yafa,” she looks up at Chaol, “after the first Towers woman to learn at the Torre.”

Chaol smiled softly, “Yafa Westfall,” he whispers, “she’s perfect.”

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The Ashryver Cousins - A Post Kingdom of Ash Fanfic

Nearly a decade after Erawan and Maeve were defeated Erilea is still being rebuilt in more ways than one. The physical rebuild is well underway. Orynth and Rifthold bustling capitals while Perranth, Caraverre and Arran thriving cities. Under Manon's care the Wastes are blooming again, a utopia for witches of all clans. The Northern Torre has been worth its weight in gold tending to the mental state of the continent. Everyone is still adjusting to the loss of the ‘gods’ but a belief in each other and a better world has bloomed into a continent wide religion.

Heads of silver and gold streak around the statue chasing a little red robin. The robin weaves through the figures of pure white marble and pitch black onyx spiralling towards the sky, evading the children at every turn. A flash of light and a white fledgling hawk chases after the robin. The hawk's talons stretch out for the robin. The robin dives. The hawks talons closing around air. Another flash of light and the robin becomes a grey speckled hawk to rival its hunter. Now matched in speed they weave in and out, circling each other in a dance. But the white hawk has the advantage. The two silver headed children still chasing the birds create wind currents to aid the white hawk's pursuit. As the white hawk again reaches out for the other, bright light flashes and a child tumbles from the sky. The girl is completely naked and laughing hysterically sprawled on the ground. “Okay, okay,” she laughs, “you win! You got me!” The silver haired twins run over throwing their cloaks to cover their friends nakedness. “Harry, what are you doing?” “Whatever do you mean, boys?” Harry drawls feigning ignorance. “Why are you a girl? You’re a boy.” They say incredulously. “Well, right now I’m a girl so…” she sticks out her tongue in defiance just as the twins older sister lands next to her and grabs her excitedly. “I’ve always wanted a sister and you’re even better,” she grins down at her friend, “let's go find you a pretty dress to wear. Hmm...” she pauses to think, “Harriet!” The shifter grins at her female name and hops up from the ground wrapping herself in one of the twins cloaks and tossing the other back. The twins look at each other and groan as the girls skip towards the castle, “Girls.” Then the green-eyed twin draws his wooden sword from its sheath and aims it at his turquoise-eyed brothers chest, “Let’s go find Dad.” The other boy nods and they run towards the Lion’s Gate in search of Rowan.

[annettekatkit13]

Aelin pregnancy.

This is placed after KoA and is about a little before she is pregnant ;) ;)

Rowan and Aelin pov

It has been thirteen years since Aelin was crowned Queen of Terrasen. Manon now Queen of the Witches and Adarlan Dorian and her have two girls, Ally, white hair blue eyes whom is ten, and Astren, black hair golden eyes whom has just turned one. Elide and Lorcan now have a twelve year old boy named Zack. While Lysandra and Aedion need to get busy.

Aelin was getting ready while Rowan waited patiently for her outside their room. As soon as Aelin walked out, Rowan knew that he was done for, “my Queen” he said calmly holding out a hand for her to grab. Aelin took it gracefully, smiling, she was ready to go.

Everyone went quite as announcers, doing their job, announced their arrival. The whole kingdom was there, along with their friends Dorian, Manon, Yrene, Chaol, and of course, their court. 

Aelin smiles and said aloud, a bit annoyed with the silence, “well go on and enjoy the party” she states happily.

Rowan pov

While the citizens were there up dancing and having fun. Rowan and their group of friends where sitting at a table with the main meal in front of them.

Elide and Lorcan in their dark colors of black and red.

Manon in a sight of rarity being in any dress at all, however her dress was gold accented with silver. Her cuffs small for ease of movement. Dorian wearing a blue torso lined with gold.

Lysandra and Aedion wearing white and gray. Lysandras dress simply white, but with a wide assortment of diamond jewelry. Aedion just wearing plain gray.

Fenrys wearing a light green, the color almost not there.

Rowan himself wearing Terrasen Green accented with gold. While his queen Aelin wore an amazing dress of white, accented with silver swirls, along the thin sleeves was dotted with an assortment of jewels.

Rowan sat silently, only butting in when he was needed and listened in silence as they talked about their lives. Dorian bragging about Ally and Astren. Elide telling them how Zack has taken up combat very well, Lorcan just nodding in agreement. Lysandra supporting them while Aelin kept telling Lysandra and Aedion to get busy, that she wants to be an aunty.

Rowan chuckled silently at that, for the fact is that on his his side of the family shes an aunt to plenty of people.

As they continued to share small talk about their families and lives, he noticed she trying to avoid talk about Terrasens lack of an heir. Rowan, making sure he was silent, only staring at her which he knew she was figured was a complement. Which it was.

Rowan watched Dorian whisper to Manon something, Aelins ears twitched, obviously trying to catch it, however they could barely hear it. But whatever it was made the witch turn a deep blue. And Dorian just chuckle.

Once it was well past one and everyone was leaving. So, Rowan and Aelin with them.

Aelin pov

As soon as Rowan and her bedroom door closed she was pressed up against a wall. Rowan simply began kissing down her neck drawing out a moan from her, causing him to growl possessively into her throat. 

With that he shot up to her mouth, claiming it passionately, Aelin kissed back with the same amount of greed and passion. 

Once they pulled apart breathless she smirked up at him, and asked “what happened to lovingly?” Despite the burning desire in her eyes, along with the growing smell of her arousal.

Rowan just smirked back sending shivers down her spine as he replied simply “you princess.”

She fought to keep her composure while also trying do hide her blush,and failing, as she says while walking away towards their room “then come and get it.” As she began untying her clothing.

She didn’t even make it to the forth tie before she was being placed gently on the bed with fae speed as he flipped her kissing the skin he exposed while untying her dress. He still kissed all her scars.

Under a year after they killed Maeve all her scars returned.

Aelin moaned under him as he continued, getting irritated, stating with a growl that there are to many ties, he just ripped it open, causing her to gasp as he flipped her back over.

Once she caught her breath she finally looked down to find Rowan lifting her skirts. He suddenly grabbed her ass causing her to jump and moan in surprise. He only grinned while he asked sweetly, “what happened to the underwear Fireheart?”

She tried to smile, but to aroused to process things correctly she answered “figured they would get in the way.”

His answering smile caused her to rub her legs together looking for any kind of friction. However her goal was cut off as he stripped her of all clothing, only discarding his shirt to join her dress. 

His head began to dip down to her chest as he began to worship her breasts with his tongue and hand.

His other hand slid lazily against her body as he reached between her legs. He groaned as he slipped a finger into her dripping folds. He then asks calmly, a purr in his throat “who made you this wet Fireheart?” He slowly pumped his finger.

She kept trying to answer but anytime she opened her mouth he curled his finger in her, however she found enough strength to answer, quietly, but not weakly “you” she states panting. 

He grinned lazily, giving her a peck before kissing down her body, staring her in the eyes the whole time. When he finally dipped between her legs, nose flaring, eyes darkening even more, if that was at all possible, he added two more fingers spreading her, pumping faster into her. 

Her breathing sped up as she got closer to her climax, grinding against his hand. As soon as she was getting close he pulled out of her, she whimpered, only to see him lick his fingers clean and lick her right upon her entrance, drawing out scream full of pleasure mixing with her moan as he feasted on her, fucking her with his tongue.

When she climaxed she screamed, body shaking, nails digging into the sheets, legs wrapped around his head. 

Once she came down from her high, so did her body. However she was instantly dripping again as Rowan kissed his way to towering over her again.

She impatiently ripped through the ties in his pants needing him. Now.

Once they were both stripped bare and he was nudging her entrance, he kissed her again. Aelin being restless jabbed her heels into ass trying to hurry him up.

He only chuckled. Then he was sliding into her folds slowly trying to let her adjust to his size before something very primal kicked into both of them, as her suddenly slammed into her causing her to scream in pleasure and pain. However he didn’t slow. He sped up slamming into her hip to hip, skin slapping. 

During this primal stage she climaxed more times than all her fingers including her toes, while the male in her didn’t come once until much later as he came suddenly with a roar mixing into her screams and moans of pleasure.

As they both calmed their breathing she could still feel him coming a bit, so let his head remain lazily on her shoulder.

After a while he pulled out of her, Aelin feeling suddenly empty. Very empty. But as sleep rolled over her she finally rested.

Rowan pov

Rowan didn’t know what came over him, but he stayed silent as sleep rolled over his mate, she curling into a ball by his side. So he just wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes as the sun gradually rising not much later after they fell asleep.

Expect part 2 soon.