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Mama's Little Pirate

Rowaelin Month, Day 13: Babies/Kids/Next Gen

a Fly The Black Flag outtake ;)) but you do NOT need to read FTBF before this

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: few swear words, otherwise none hehe

Enjoy!

@rowaelinscourt

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The salty evening breeze had never felt so good against Aelin’s skin as it did that evening when she trudged up the sandy stretch of beach towards the faint smudge of a building on the horizon. Gently, the light wind lifted the strands of hair that were plastered to her neck and cheeks, nudging them away from her skin. Beneath her weathered boots, the ground changed from shifting sand to dark, rich soil and gravel, and she released a bone-deep sigh of relief. Solid ground still wavered beneath her feet, and she had to force herself to stay upright. 

She hadn’t battled her way to being the most notorious pirate on the ocean just for her damn sea legs to betray her. 

Swift as the wind, and just as in tune with her movements, Rowan caught her from behind, supporting her. “Don’t go giving out on me just yet, Fireheart,” he teased, a low, wicked glint sparking in his eyes. “We haven’t even made it home yet.” 

“Ass.” She swatted his muscled shoulder playfully. “And who said anything about we making it home? I thought you were all excited to scare the living shit out of Lorcan and Ells.” 

“Oh, I am.” His smirk was nothing short of roguish. “But I can’t let my wife collapse on the side of the shitty road before we can set that plan into motion.” 

“Such a gentleman.” Regaining her balance, she turned around, rose onto her tiptoes, and stole a kiss that was altogether too short. 

He rested his forehead against hers after breaking the kiss. “I’ll see you soon, my love.” 

“Indeed you will.”

With a final kiss, Rowan veered off into the forest, heading for the hunting trails where his horse was tethered. If all went according to the plan, he’d come home after Aelin and the others had finished dinner and make a “surprise” entrance. 

Aelin took a moment to shake out her complaining limbs before she headed towards the forest. One desire remained at the front of her mind: get back to her home and her daughter before night fully set, otherwise her beloved, if far too fussy, friends would send out a search party. 

“Hey, Cap.” Speaking of those friends…

“Ells.” Aelin turned to find Elide sitting astride her horse on the side of the road. Aelin’s own stallion was next to Elide’s mare. “Fancy meeting you here.” 

Elide rolled her eyes. “Figured you’d want to get home before dinner gets cold.” 

“Aren’t you always so observant,” Aelin teased. She tossed her seabag into the saddlebag and swung herself up onto the sleek gray stallion, running an affectionate hand along his neck. “Thanks, Ells.” 

“Anytime.” Her first mate saluted, wheeled her mare around, and nudged her into an easy canter. “I’ll beat you home by five minutes, Cap!” 

“We’ll see about that!” Aelin crowed, leaning low and nudging her stallion into a canter. “Fly, boy!” 

Elide did beat Aelin back to the Keep, and the shorter woman was grinning widely when Aelin crossed the courtyard after leaving her horse in the stables and slapped two silvers into her hand. 

“All right, you win,” she fake-grumbled. “Damn pirates, taking all my money.” 

“As if you weren’t far, far worse,” Elide snorted. “And speaking of pirates, where–”

“MAMA!” The childish shriek was followed immediately by a rapid patter of small footsteps, and a small blonde blur came whizzing across the courtyard into Aelin’s open arms. 

Beaming, Aelin squeezed her seven-year-old daughter tightly. “Hi, lovey,” she murmured. 

“I miss you, Mama.” Evie whispered. Her big green eyes filled with irresistible tears. “You were gone so long!” 

“Oh, my Evalin,” Aelin breathed, tears inadvertently springing to her eyes, “I’ll always come home to you.” She kissed her daughter’s messy blonde curls. “You know that, right?” 

Evie nodded. “Still miss you.” 

“I miss you too.” Aelin cupped Evie’s rosy little face. “So, so much.” 

“Good to see you still alive, Captain,” drawled another voice from behind her. 

Without turning around, Aelin snorted dryly. “Salvaterre, the day you say that without irony is the day cows fu–er, fly.”

Lorcan smothered a laugh. “And you wonder where your child gets it from.” 

“I don’t, actually.” She turned the full force of her charming smile onto the hulking, perpetually scowly pirate. “She gets it from your sons.” 

He cracked a smirk. “Touché.” 

Aelin allowed Lorcan to drape his arm across her shoulders for a few seconds–his version of an affectionate hug. “Before you ask, the Doranelle is just fine. She and the Terrasen should be back in no more than three months.” 

“Better be bringing rum,” Lorcan grumbled. 

She snickered. “What if I told Ro that we were oversupplied here and didn’t need any more?” 

He grunted something too crude for children’s ears. “You’re the worst, Galathynius.” 

“Why thank you,” she crooned. “Don’t worry, Scowly, there’ll be plenty of rum.” She flashed him a wicked grin. “If you’re really lucky, it won’t even have been purchased.” 

Evie tugged at Aelin’s sleeve. “Dinner, Mama!” 

“That’s right, lovey!” Aelin scooped her daughter up and settled her on her shoulders. “We can’t go and forget the most important part of the day!” She strode into the brick-and-stone manor that sat at the center of the Iron Isles Pirates’ Keep. 

The compound comprised the manor, stables, a handful of smaller houses for other pirates, several different training buildings, and a number of storehouses built into different parts of the hill, some of them underground. Built primarily from the same gray stone that most of the Isles were made of, the fortress both blended into the landscape and loomed over it, a mark of the pirates’ protection and of their merciless reputation. 

Since the first building had been completed, six years ago now, the crews of the Terrasen and the Doranelle, as well as their smaller companion ships, had called the place home. 

After dinner was finished, Aelin was lounging in a comfortable armchair with a book and a drink, paying more attention to the children running around the large but homey living room. Evie had received a wooden toy sword from Uncle Scowly for her birthday, and she was barely ever seen without it dangling at her side. 

Lorcan was even teaching her how to wield it. 

Aelin taught her, too, when she was able to snatch a few moments to spend with her daughter rather than dealing with the bullshit that the unruly pirates were always throwing at her. 

Evie was play-fighting with Cal and Daric, Elide and Lorcan’s twin boys, all three of the children screeching and yelling as they pretended to beat the hell out of the Royal Navy. 

“I don’t wanna be the Navy!” Daric whined, stamping his small foot in anger. “You made me be them last time!” 

“Shut up!” Evie retorted, sticking her tongue out. “Last time, you made me be the prisoner!” 

“So?”

“So this is fair!” She scowled–an expression inherited purely from her father–when Daric tried to push back on her argument. “If you don’t like it, you can quit. Like a…” She fumbled for an appropriate term. “Like–like a pussy!” 

“Evalin Whitethorn Galathynius!” Aelin exclaimed, dropping her book in utter shock. “That was a very, very naughty word!” She folded her arms across her chest, firmly refusing to meet either Elide’s or Lorcan’s badly hidden smirks lest she explode into laughter. “Come here, Evie.” 

Flushing, Evie slowly approached her mother, sword dragging on the wooden floor. “I’m sorry, Mama,” she mumbled. 

Aelin forced sternness onto her face. “Evie, lovey, do you remember what Mama told you about naughty words?” 

“Only say it when I know what it means,” Evie said, quietly. 

“That’s right.” Aelin’s demeanor softened. She knelt down and wrapped her daughter’s hands in her own. “Uncle Lorcan and Uncle Fen like to say words they shouldn’t say in front of you and your cousins, and that means that you have to make them shut up.” 

Evie giggled and sniffled all at once. “I can tell them to shut up?”

“That’s right.” Aelin kissed Evie’s forehead. “So tell me, little love, which one of your foul-mouthed uncles said that word around you and your cousins.” 

“Um…” The little pirate girl hesitated. “It-it was…” She trailed off.

“Do you need to whisper?” Aelin asked softly. Sometimes, letting Evie whisper into her ear was better than having her say it out loud. 

Evie shook her head. “It was…it was Dad.” 

Aelin’s gasp of absolute shock was echoed by Rowan’s characteristic, I’ve-held-it-in-for-too- damn-long snort. “That’s my girl!” he crowed, stepping into the living room from where he’d been hiding in the hall.

Elide gasped. Lorcan whipped his head to the doorway. Aelin beamed–the “surprise” had gone perfectly. 

Shock, delight, and joy bloomed across Evie’s face. “Dad!” she screeched, throwing her toy sword to the floor and sprinting to her father, who swung her up into his arms, beaming. 

“Hi, little love.” Rowan hugged Evie fiercely. “Is it true that you called your cousin a naughty word? One that you heard me say?” 

She nodded, earnestly. “Mhmm. Daric was being a pu–” 

“Ah-ah, nope, shhhhhhh.” Rowan pressed his forefinger over his daughter’s lips. “What did Mama just say about not using a word unless you know what it means?” 

Evie sighed. “Okay, Dad.” 

“That’s my girl.” He smacked a theatrical kiss onto her cheek. “Want to show me what you’ve been learning with your sword, Evie girl?” She exclaimed in agreement and he set her down, then made his way over to his wife. 

Aelin stepped easily into his embrace. “Captain,” she murmured, laughter dancing in her bright eyes. 

“Captain,” he murmured back. He kissed her softly, snatching a quiet moment with her before their daughter pulled on both of her parents’ sleeves, demanding that they watch her “sword fightin’.” 

It was precisely the life Aelin had only ever dreamt of.

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[chase-prairie]

Loving reminder from your land history auntie:

North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.

Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.

Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.

[redsray]

i think one of my favourite parts about the "Jason has an army of kids in Crime Alley that will do anything to protect their protector" HC is that they absolutely would inherit all of his 'little shit' traits. they'd throw the other Bats off course on purpose. Dick, trying to find Jay: Have you seen Hood, by any chance? Kid: Sure I did. 'e's gone to the ice-cream store down in th'Narrows. He buys us ice-cream, sometimes. Dick: okay, thanks kid! (backflips away) Dick: Dick: there's no ice-cream store near the Narrows. Tim, just walking by Crime Alley: The kids, throwing rocks at him while Jason watches in amusement:

[muffinlance]

We've been working with toddler on using his words instead of screaming when something happens that he doesn't like

Which has lead to:

Toddler, upon accidentally dropping a toy: ANGER ANGER ANGER!

[muppetfreak]

Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.

[lilislegacy]

*percy controlling akhlys’ poison to use it against her and choking her on her own tears and saliva*

annabeth: never do it again. never do anything like it again. i’m begging you

many years later

*percy and annabeth’s teenage children being held at knifepoint by enemies, seconds away from being killed*

annabeth: percy, do it

[pocket-dragon]

not nearly enough Mama K content, GIVE THAT WOMAN A CHILD!

[moonjellybeans]

"Be careful venturing too deep, darling, things aren't always what they seem in the dark..." I remember reading a note in one of the art books that the eels' body is luminescent since they live in the deep sea and I just...went a little out of control again and my victim is Jade.

This was so HARD, I don't draw underwater things, but I think this turned out really nice <3 I especially had fun adding the speckles to Jade's body.

[tenshiangle]

The PJO fandom is reaching collective insanity trying to find any sign of two miserable italian children… this shit is harder to find than the One Piece 💀

[ottitty]

Mens tits. You agree. Reblog.

[Gif ID: A gif with glittery blue text that reads "stop tagging this with underage characters holy fucking shit" End ID]

[c-kiddo]

i know you guys have no idea what this even is but i would like to show everyone these drawings by the scavengers reign animation supervisor francisco m. magalhaes . lmao

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[leiawritesstories]

That's The One

For 12 Days of Rowaelin, Day 1: First Holidays Together

Word count: 1632

Warnings: absolutely none

Enjoy!!

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Aelin was incredibly stressed. 

So stressed that she’d forgotten her purse twice and nearly walked out of her house with only one shoe on. Not to mention the unbuttoned coat. 

Thankfully, she had Lana to keep her mind from going completely off the rails. 

“Mama!” the five-year-old piped up, tugging Aelin’s hand. “I got your purse, Mama!” 

“Thank you, lovey,” Aelin sighed, taking the purse from her daughter and ruffling the girl’s soft blonde curls. “Did I forget anything else, or are we finally ready?” 

“All ready!” Lana declared. “Time to go!” 

“Time to go indeed,” Aelin chuckled. “Ready to see Grandma and Grandpa, Lana?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Good!” Aelin helped the little girl into her carseat, making sure her seatbelt was securely fastened, then hopped into the driver’s seat and backed out of her garage, closing the door with a press of the remote. She sent up a quick prayer to any deity listening as she pulled out of her driveway and headed up the street. Please, don’t let this be a disaster again. 

An hour and a half later, she arrived at her parents’ lovely house in the Staghorn Mountains foothills, driving slowly and carefully down the beautifully raked gravel drive. The house, expansive but somehow welcoming, was surrounded by lush, snow-dusted pines, and paired with the soft fluorescent lights dripping off the detailing, the property looked like a Christmas picture card. 

“Grandma!” Lana squealed, wriggling in her carseat. “Can I unbuckle, Mama?” 

“Not until I turn off the car, remember?” That rule had been implemented as soon as Lana was old enough to sit in a big-girl booster, and she still fought it sometimes. 

Lana stuck out her lower lip but stayed buckled, waiting until Aelin had parked and turned off the ignition before she released her seatbelt. “Hurry up, Mama!” 

“I’m coming, lovey,” Aelin laughed, swinging herself out of the car and grabbing her and her daughter’s overnight bags. “Want to help carry the presents, baby?” 

“I not a baby,” Lana protested. “I big!” 

“That’s right, you’re a big girl, how silly of me to forget.” Aelin planted a great smacking kiss on her daughter’s head, chuckling at her yelp of protest. “Can you help carry all the presents, big girl?” 

“Yeah!” Lana eagerly took the cardboard box full of presents for Aelin’s family and friends and carefully walked up to the front door, keeping her attention locked on the box. 

“That’s an awfully big box, little one,” a deep male voice observed. “You need help getting through the door?” 

So Rowan had beat them to Aelin’s parents’ house, then. 

Lana mumbled something that must have been a yes, because Rowan graciously held open the door for the little girl, keeping it open for Aelin. She flashed him a thankful grin and set down the suitcases and the other bag of presents, then took the box from her daughter. 

“Good job, lovey,” she beamed. “Go say hi to Grandma and Grandpa, I’ll be right behind you.” 

Lana sprinted off to say hi to Rhoe and Evalin, her delighted squeals indicating that her grandparents were very happy to see her. 

Aelin shook out her hands and unzipped her jacket before turning to the man standing to her side, a tiny little grin gracing his face. “Hi.” 

“Hi, Fireheart,” Rowan grinned, glancing around to make sure there were no peeking parents before pulling her into a quick, tender kiss. 

Aelin had met Rowan seven or eight months ago on her way home from work. She’d stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner and, because she was distracted by her godsdamned boss’s stupidly inane call, had accidentally run her shopping cart right into the impossibly handsome man standing in front of her. Between all but yelling at her boss to shut up and profusely apologizing, she’d brought a grin to the man’s face. And, shortly later, he’d helped her bring her groceries out to her car, brushing off her continued apologies. 

They’d exchanged numbers that day and it hadn’t even been forty-eight hours before he’d texted her asking if she wanted to get coffee sometime. Coffee turned into dinner, which turned into dating, which turned into Aelin inviting Rowan to her place a month into their relationship, beyond stressed that he would take one look at her and her daughter and leave. Because who wanted to be with a young single mother? 

Chaol certainly hadn’t. 

To Aelin’s never-ending surprise, though, Rowan had been nothing but sweet with Lana, and Lana had instantly clicked with Rowan. The little girl spent a whole week asking–begging–her mother to tell her when “the pretty man with the drawings” would be coming over again, and the next time she saw him, she flung herself into his arms. She’d never ever done that before. Not even with Aedion, to Aelin’s eternal amusement. 

Six months into their relationship, Aelin decided to invite Rowan to her parents’ house for Christmas, knowing it was time to finally introduce her boyfriend properly to her family. They’d met him over FaceTime and seemed to approve–from Rhoe’s not-very-subtle comments, he definitely approved. But Aelin still had to bring Rowan home, and the holidays were, apparently, the time. He’d instantly agreed, seeming excited but also a little scared at the prospect of meeting her parents. 

“Gods, I feel like I’m a teenager again,” he’d laughed. 

Aelin chuckled. “I’ll make Dad be nice, don’t worry.” 

So here he was, at her parents’ house, stealing a kiss before slipping his hand into hers and squeezing in support. 

“Want me to carry any of the presents?” 

“Yeah, here.” She leaned down and grabbed the bag, handing it to him. “You can take these. Just be careful, you don’t want to break yours.” 

“I thought you were getting me one that didn’t break,” Rowan smirked, winking wickedly. 

“Ro!” She flushed, swatting his arm. “Not right before you meet my parents!” 

 He just laughed and stole another kiss. “All right, I'll behave.” 

“Good.” She rolled onto her tiptoes, whispering into his ear. “Good boys get rewarded, love.” 

That certainly got his…attention. 

Hand in hand with her boyfriend, Aelin headed into the living room, finding her daughter eagerly telling her grandparents all about her Christmas wish list. Lana’s attention went right to Rowan, her story cutting short. 

“Rowan!” she yelled, flinging her arms around his leg. “Rowan, tell Gramma an’ Grampa ’bout the tree house!” 

“That’s one way to make an introduction,” Aelin laughed wryly. “Lana, love, can you help put the presents under the tree?” With her daughter sufficiently occupied, she turned to her parents. “Hi.” 

“Fireheart,” Rhoe beamed, embracing her warmly. “And who is this?” 

“Dad,” Aelin groaned, “we’re not sixteen!” She flashed Rowan a little smirk. “This is Rowan.” 

“Lovely to finally meet you properly, Rowan,” Evalin smiled. 

“Lovely to finally meet you,” Rowan replied, shaking Rhoe’s hand and returning Evalin’s hug. 

Evalin wiggled her brows at her daughter. “He’s a fine one,” she murmured, wrapping Aelin into a warm hug. 

“Mom,” Aelin groaned, flushing as she hugged Evalin back. “You too?” 

Evalin smirked. “This is the first time you’ve brought a man home, Fireheart, so you can forgive us for being a little excited about it.” 

“The first time?” 

Her mother winked. “The first time you’ve brought a man, darling.” 

Aelin snickered. Her mother wasn’t wrong, though–when she first introduced Sam to her parents, it was her freshman year of college. She was barely an adult, and he still had that boyish aura of his. 

A year later, they were parents. 

And a year after that–no. Aelin didn’t want to think about the year after that. 

“Be nice to Rowan,” she chuckled, pretending to glare at her dad. 

Rhoe held up his hands in innocence. “Surely you weren’t expecting me to be anything but gracious?” 

“Funny,” Aelin deadpanned. “So you weren’t planning to interrogate him?” 

“Only a little bit!” 

Aelin sighed dramatically and wound her arms around her boyfriend’s waist. “It’s not too late to leave…” 

“Oh no you don’t,” Rhoe laughed. “Lana here wants her Jell-O, right?” 

“JELL-O!” Lana screeched, bouncing on the sofa cushions. “Now, Grandpa?” 

“Can you wait until dinnertime?” Aelin asked. 

Lana propped her chin on her two fists and considered for a moment. “Okay,” she finally agreed. “I can wait to dinner.” 

“That’s my girl.” Aelin ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Should we give some presents?” 

“Yeah!” Lana’s whole face lit up as she ran for the Christmas tree, excitedly grabbing a few of the neatly wrapped boxes and passing them around. “How come this one says Aelin?” 

“Because that’s my name, lovey.” 

“Oh.” Lana’s blonde brows scrunched up. “But Grandma an’ Grandpa call you Fireheart!” 

Aelin couldn’t stop the fond smile that bloomed across her face. “That’s a nickname, Lana. Like how I call you ‘lovey.’” 

“Is that why your present for Rowan says ‘buzzard?’” 

Rowan snorted a laugh, looping his arm around Aelin’s shoulders. “You’ve been discovered,” he teased, tugging her into his side on the couch. 

She leaned into him. “She’s too smart for her own good, I swear.” 

“Gets that from her mother.” 

She poked him in the ribs. “You stop that before I do something stupid like kiss you.” 

“Who said that’s stupid?” He grinned, leaning down until he was dangerously close. “I think that’s a brilliant idea, love.” Before she could pretend to protest any more, he kissed her, not caring at all that her parents were definitely watching. 

“That’s the one,” Rhoe loudly whispered, flashing a secret grin at his wife. 

Evalin swatted her husband’s shoulder. “You’re not even trying to be subtle, are you?” 

“Why would I try?” He wrapped his arms around her waist, both of them beaming at their daughter, lost in her boyfriend’s arms. “They’re perfect together.”

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[pigdemonart]

GUESS WHO IS COMING TO DINNER?

Going to see the movie later today motivated me to clean up some sketches. Poor Mario…he is really trying to be a good brother here.

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[saetoru]

ok i know we always talk about girl dad satoru but imagine boy dad satoru and his lil gentlemanly lessons.

it happens for the first time when you go to take your seatbelt off and get out of the car as soon as it’s parked, but there’s a little voice from the back saying “wait mommy! wait!” and satoru’s nodding like “yeah, wait mommy!” with a knowing grin. you watch him get out of the drivers seat and jog over to help your son out of his car seat before they both make their way to your door. it’s teamwork: satoru opens, and your son holds a tiny hand out for you as he says, “hold my hand mommy, don’t fall!” you walk with satoru trailing behind you both, smiling in amusement as he tells your son “remember kiddo, we never let mommy open her own doors!”

and from then on it’s always a small squeal of “no! mommy stop!” when you’re about to sit down, just so they can jog up and pull the chair out for you and push you in once you’re seated. there’s that routine “after you, mommy!” when he lets you out the door first because it’s always ladies first, of course. there’s always a strict, “mommy’s cold! give her your jacket” you hear thrown at satoru with tiny hands on hips that makes you giggle as satoru shrugs off his jacket with a huff from being scolded. sometimes, there’s a “for you mommy!” before a small bundle of flowers is pressed to your hand as satoru grumbles from the back that he paid, so he should be able to give it to you.

you can’t help but pick your son up every time and kiss his cheeks, grinning as you murmur, “what a sweet little gentleman i have to take care of me.”

and satoru’s always pouting, always standing in the back as he whines out a petulant, “i taught him all that! what about me?”

so you kiss him too—because he treats you just as good, teaches your son to be even better, in fact. and you love your boys, and they never let you forget they love you too.

[father-killjoy]

The kiddos <3

[rustic-space-fiddle]

✨Father Bruce and Nightmare-Child Dick✨