#tog gen 2

[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.”

#writing #my writing #rowaelin #drabbles #fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fic #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin galathynius #tog #throne of glass #tog fic #tog fanfic #tog fanfiction #modern au #tog gen 2 #rowaelin babies #baby fic #fluff #pure fluff #nothing but fluff

[hizqueen4life]

I am desperately trying to remember the writer of the TOG Eva and Ragnar and other children of stories. It’s been a few years since I’ve read them but have a craving for them but it’s been so long I forgot who the author was and the tumblr search function sucks! Help!

#tog + acotar gen 2 #eva x ragnar

[fonulyn]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

thanks for the tag @thebrandywine 💖

answers under the cut.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

268 works.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

1,256,253 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

RE. and still have the urge to write Gears but lol if you thought nivannedy was a rare pair...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

nobody's perfect (TOG, pretty gen)

now drunk on lust I drown in you (forever within I'm lost in you) (RE, Chreon)

and who's to find the way right through you (RE, Chreon)

scattered fragments of time (that's all we are) (RE, Chreon)

how to accidentally get adopted - a guide by Piers Nivans (RE, Piers-centric, also background Chreon)

5. Do you respond to comments?

always! i know i missed a couple, sometimes i take ages, but i do always try to respond bc i love and cherish nice comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

the bad endings on three words to last forever. i still like the angstiest one the most :'D

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lmao like everything else idk i want them happy. i've written loads of fluff idk how to quantify which is the happiest.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

only ever got a few nasty comments thankfully, so no, not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

yeppp. idk what does 'which kind' mean? anything that feels inspiring lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

not really. i did start a few back in the day but i didn't really finish them. i am not really into crossovers tbh i don't even read them 99% of the time.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah. someone was selling it on amazon pffth.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

a few. apparently five on ao3 lol but i think there was one or two back in the lj days too. might be wrong tho :'D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

lol loads. at one point in life like... fifteen years ago, most things i wrote were co-written with a friend. and i've done it a couple of times after that too. i really like co-op stuff tbh but haven't found people to collab with lately.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

right now i would sell my soul for nivannedy. might already have.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ehhhh at this moment i doubt i'll ever finish anything. maybe the lifeguard au? i was red-hot for the idea at first but then it kinda... fizzled out. kept changing. got ruined by pushy ppl lol. but maybe i'll get back to it one day bc i would love a nivannedy summer romance tbh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

uhm. characterization. dialogue. emotional shit? idk i think i do best when i have intimate moments with two people. tiny everyday moments and mundane shit. like that. if i get going writing sometimes flows super well and i think i can get consistently readable stuff done in one go. but that'd require getting going lol.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action. i suck at action. i also suck at it in the way that i can't actually make myself start writing. i got way too co-dependent when i still had people excitedly participating in the process and now i sit here sad doing nothing :'D but anyway. writing action and having some self-discipline lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

depends very heavily on the context. in general i do think it should be all in one language for readability but there are exceptions. i've done it too lol but it was only like a line or two in finnish :'D

19. First fandom you wrote for?

diru, twenty years ago lmao, it's like a different lifetime. i only learned of the existence of fanfic at the ripe old age of nineteen lol but yeah it's still been so long now.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

asdjfngkn i can not choose between all of my children c'mon. uhm. am just gonna say the self-indulgent series bc it truly was so important to me for so long and i'm still devastated it ended. sigh. now i made myself sad again :'D

#meme thingy #me and my fics

[zairaalbereo]

Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @laviejaguardia. Thank you! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

89, but 12 of them are art only

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

724,869

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

That’s His Name (Merlin) - 29.981

In the Winter of My Soul (Merlin) - 5.952

Just Have To Save The World (Merlin) - 4.343

Me Casa, Su Casa (X-Men) - 2.427

Most kudos for The Old Guard: Room for Love - 904

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to because I love them, and that’s why sometimes I fall into that trap of “I need to adequately convey how happy this comment made me, I can’t just say ‘thank you’’ and then I leave it for too long. Also sometimes I don’t have the spoons at that moment. But I appreciate every last one of them.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I love angst, but I love a happy ending even more, so in my fic the angst usually gets resolved. A fic that regularly leaves people in tears, though, is At Samhain, but the ending has hope.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

So many happy endings! ☺️ One of the happiest might be my Merlin Age of Sail AU, The Seven Seas , which has a very happy ending after a lot of angst and heartache.

7. Do you write crossovers?

No, not really.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really personal attacks so much, but I have received snide comments, character bashing and absurdly wilful misinterpretations. And always on anon of course.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do. I’m a proud alumni of multiple Pornathons in the Merlin fandom. When I write kink, it tends to be PWP of the kind that’s about losing control, or pushing the lines of taboos. In my longer or more plotty fic it’s more emotional, focused on the characters’ connection.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I once had someone write a fic that had the exact same plot down to locations and minor details and even almost the same dialogue as one I was posting. Like a (bad) rewrite. It was very weird.  

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a few, which I’m ever so grateful for. 💕

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I’m honestly not sure how that would work for me. 😅

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Joe/Nicky really is the fulfillment of all my shippy hopes and dreams. 😍 Beyond them, maybe Cherik. I like the drama. 😂

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Cherik bodyswap fic, set between XMFC and Days of Future Past, while Erik is imprisoned. I love the premise and what I have so far, but it’s been so long that I’ve been in that fandom.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Conveying emotions and believable dialogue 

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Transitions and being overly dramatic, which is probably connected lol

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I do enjoy it in sprinkles, if it’s done well. Endearments, curses, stuff that mostly won’t need a translation footnote but grounds a character in a different cultural background. 

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I wrote stuff before I knew about fanfiction. Before you could find (and easily post) stuff on the internet. But the first fic I wrote and posted was Harry Potter, gen with very, very heavy wolf star undertones 😅

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I don’t really have an unfulfilled craving right now, and I tend to focus on one fandom, and even one ship almost exclusively, but I’m a little surprised at myself for never having written Sterek. 🤔

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That is so hard to pick, but two favourites are Shalom Malak for XMFC and If You Abide With Me for TOG

Tagging, but obviously only if they want to @falcon-fox-and-coyote @tobebbanburg @pinkninjapj @beepbeepsan @isabellehemlock 💗

#ask game #fanfic #my writing #personal #the old guard #merlin bbc #cherik

[hamsterpaj]

#2

Halloj. Jag har lite tråkigt och bara tänkte att jag kunde skriva lite. Idag har inte så mycket hänt. Tog sovmorgon, älskar att sova länge. Jag gillar att somna senare och vakna senare. Jag gillar inte ljuset. Det är jobbigt och är bara allmänt störigt. Mörker är mycket lugnare och härligare. Jag känner mig mer fri på natten. Det är så tyst och ensamt. Jag gillar tystnad. Ibland känns det som att jag skulle må bättre om jag var ensam hela tiden. Människor är jobbiga, eller inte alla. Ja är trött på människor. Iallafall dom som tror att dom är så fkn mycket bättre än alla andra människor här på jorden.

Jag och min kille gjorde slut igår. Hatar honom. Den största anledningen är för att han har fått mig att må dåligt. Han fick mig att börja med sh igen. Och fått mig och gråta men han fattar ju inte det. Jag har inte velat göra slut för jag gillar honom ändå, jag tänker på honom hela tiden. Men han är inte bra för mig. Han ville också göra slut. Han började snacka med en kille som han hade varit på G med en annan gång. Dom hade fått kontakt gen och ringde hela tiden och min kille som inte är min kille längre tyckte mer om sin bästa kompis mer än mig. Alltså han tyckte mer om honom med kärlek. Så istället för säga hur han kände till mig så fick jag gå och må dåligt.

Anyways, nu försöker jag bara fokusera på mig själv och skita i honom. Jag behöver väl gå vidare I guess.

Nytt år, ny mig.

#gay #dagbok #emo #svenska #dairy free

[aimmyarrowshigh]

fic writer meme: 2, 12, 22, 32, 42, 52, 62, 72?

Answering under a read-more!

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

For long multi-chapter fics, I plan ahead by chunk but not necessarily by chapter -- I have a general outline and I write to that, and then after I write, I cut it down into chapters where there are "good breaks." I never decide ahead of time how many chapters I'll have and then outline to that, though! That's too much planning for me.

For long one-shots, I generally don't plan and I often don't outline more than knowing the beginning, the climax or big turning-point, and the ending? (And I often don't know the ending tbh.)

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I would say that not getting feedback affects me less than it used to, just because there are so many things that I write now that DON'T get any feedback that if it still made me feel like total shit, I'd feel like total shit all the time, and I don't have the bandwidth for that.

Getting feedback definitely makes me feel more connected to a fandom, though, and inspires me to want to create more for that fandom than the fandom(s) where I don't get any feedback. Fandoms like Steve/Bucky, The Baby-Sitters' Club, Scooby-Doo, and Miss Fisher give me more creative energy through feedback than, say, The Old Guard where I don't really get any feedback anymore, even though I objectively like TOG in a more "fannish" way than Scooby-Doo, or whatever.

I'm in fandom in large part for the connection to other people who love the stuff that I love. If there's no feedback, then a major part of the equation is missing for me, and if I don't feel like the other people who love the thing are out there, then it makes me love the thing less, too.

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Not really -- it depends on the fandom and how to best serve the story. I've written in first-person, second-person, and third-person POV; I've written non-HEA darkfic; I've written kink and vanilla and gen; I've written slash, femslash, and het. There are certain tropes/kinks that I personally am not at all into and wouldn't write just because I personally don't think I'd ever like a fandom where those were in-character for the characters, but that's just kinktomato. There are a LOT of things that I wouldn't write "on request," though, because I would have to have an actual inspiration to be able to feel out the thread of the story -- like, I wouldn't write Steve Harrington/Joyce Byers for an auction/exchange fic, even though I wrote a 10k fic for them. Same with Poe Dameron/Ben Solo.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

This changes all the time and I more have favorite fics than favorite writers, but I always love @dracosollicitus, @fille-lioncelle, and @kaikamahine when their fandoms-they-write line up with fandoms-I-read. But 99% of the time I pick to read something based on the summary and not the writer.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

I've been in a book reading phase for a while now and less of a fic reading phase, so I'm not 100% positive what the last fic I read was! HONESTLY it was most likely a reread of owlet's Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail series, which I recommend to literally everyone all the time. It's a fic I would recommend to my DAD, it's that good.

52. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do but I'm slowwwwww at it. I get anxious that I'm going to sound stupid or conceited or something, so I let the comments pile up until there are an unreasonable amount and then I get overwhelmed by how many there are and how long I've been sitting on them. It's a bad system, but it's what I got. I do try to write back reasonably quickly if someone asks an actual question or something, though.

62. Thoughts on cliffhangers?

Very hard to write well. Even in books. I can count the number of actually good cliffhangers I've read on my fingers, and honestly at this exact moment the only one I can really say definitely counts is the end of Catching Fire (THG #2). I think A LOT of the time they feel really contrived and don't actually hit that emotional tension spot that a good cliffhanger needs to hit. Oh, you know what fic has a good one? The Maskfic (despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by @praximeter). It's not the ending, it's the chapter-ender of the Big Reveal.

72. What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

It depends on the format! For a free prose longfic like Lent From Tomorrow, I write out of order and just go for the scenes in the way that they come to me and lead into/from one another. Usually it starts from either the climax or the opener and then jumps around to get from one to the other.

BUT if I'm writing something as a structured drabble series like Not In The Answer But The Question or Could Use A Guy Like Me, I write strictly in order chronologically. Those I can't write out of order because I would die.

#fanfiction ask meme

[throneofsapphics]

hii i really didn’t think i’d like next gen stuff with tog and acotar but i really really loved the ones with rowaelins daughter, lysaedions daughter, i loved the one with nyx x reader and especially the one with rowaelins daughter x elorcans daughter, will there be more of them, perhaps jealousy or angst to fluff🥰

my fave has got to be the one where reader thinks feysand are hot and they overhear, do you think there’s a part 2 to that one?

ah thank you!! I'm so glad you like them, they're fun to write and I'm planning on doing some more for tog & acotar! there's a nyx x Illyrian reader I've been sitting on because I'm not sure how I feel about it

there's a part two for that one here!

#next gen tog #next gen acotar

[mekana47]

First Lines

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Tagged by: @isabellehemlock

Tag, you’re it: With no pressure, I’ll tag @negotiumcrucis @sassy-wartime-nun @non-un-topo @flawlessassholes @alllthequeenshorses @disregardandfelicity and anyone else who wants to play.

1. Scene by Scene [The Old Guard, E, Joe/Nicky, various background, AU]

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show,” Nile says.

2. My Baby Shot Me Down [The Old Guard, M, Andy/Booker, AU]

The axe spun end over end and sunk deep in the target.

3. Never Seen a Good Time [The Old Guard, T, genderswapped Booker/Nile]

When the drug-laden plane lands outside of Paris, Nile’s only a little surprised to find a car waiting for them.

4. Fixing the Stars [The Old Guard, M, Andy/Quynh, AU]

Over the millennia, Andy has crafted the perfect bland but interested expression.

5. TOG Round Robin 2021 [The Old Guard, M, various pairings, pre- and post-canon]

Chapter 1: Quỳnh’s eyes snapped open, her lungs pausing on instinct.

Chapter 6: Quỳnh walked down the cabin’s small corridor, her hands twisting her damp hair into a long plait, when Nile called out, “Loud noise alert!”

6. Guiding You Through [The Old Guard, T, gen, post-canon]

On the monitor, two private security guards herd Nicky into the large personal office.

7. Iron & Oxygen [The Old Guard, M, Andy/Quynh, minor Joe/Nicky, pre-canon]

The enemy encampment is nearly impenetrable to those unwilling to make a slow, treacherous descent down one of the three sheer cliff faces enclosing the camp.

8. Planning Makes Perfect [The Old Guard, T, outside POV on Joe/Nicky, pre-canon]

Bernard jumps when his cellphone chimes.

9. Let Me Hear You [The Old Guard, E, Andy/Joe/Nicky, unspecified canon timeline]

Andy’s three fingers deep in Joe when Nicky shows his first crack.

10. Code Pink (The Old Guard, T, Nile/Booker, Joe/Nicky, post-canon)

If it weren’t for Nicky’s decades as a sniper, he might have tensed or lowered his binoculars.

#tag game #my stuff #first lines

[ligiarlana]

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[highqueenofelfhame]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

i LOVE U. i'm seeing this like, months late lmao.

current favs are:

falsehoods and fistfights (links to pt one, pt two is on my masterlist // rowaelin) the first red light -rowaelin neon moon - rowaelin wildest dreams (links to pt one // feysand) six feet under the stars - acotar x tog 2nd gen

#fics #fic writing #acotar #tog #rowaelin #feysand #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #throne of glass fanfiction #tog fanfiction #acotar x tog gen 2 #acotar gen 2 #tog gen 2 #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #feyre archeron #rhysand

[creampuffqueen]

With your heart in your hand (and your sword at your side)

a/n: here it is! the first request from my 300 follower celebration! this was requested by the lovely @morganofthewildfire, with the prompt “They’ve grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be”, with Rowaelin! enjoy!

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Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, queen of Terrasen, stood in the courtyard of her palace, fire flickering at her fingertips, watching as the two small children before her copied her stance and produced puffs of smoke that billowed from their hands. 

“Good, Thallan,” She praised her son, smiling as a spark flew from his open palm and onto the stone ground. The boy grinned back at her, stretching his arms out further to focus the heat more. 

“Aerith, that’s so good!” Aelin turned to the other child, her youngest daughter, feeling the heat at her side. The tiniest of flames fluttered from Aerith’s hand, and the girl’s blue-gold eyes lit up with delight.

“Mama! I’m doing it!”

The flame sputtered out a moment later, and Aelin couldn’t resist scooping up her daughter into a hug. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!”

“Mama, look!” Thallan demanded her attention as a matching flame, twin to his sister’s, appeared in his palm.

Just like Aerith’s, Thallan’s flame didn’t last for more than a few seconds, but Aelin couldn’t care less. She pulled her littlest child toward her, relishing his squeal of delight.

“Both of you are doing so well!”

“Can we show Daddy?” Aerith begged, pointing to the sky. Aelin’s gaze followed the little finger, her grin widening as she saw the white-tailed hawk that was circling the courtyard. 

“Of course you can. I know he’ll be impressed.”

Rowan dove to the ground, shifting in a flash of light and landing on his feet. The two five-year-olds escaped their mother’s grip to run to him, clinging to his legs.

“Daddy!” Thallan shouted excitedly, “Watch us! Me and Aerith can make fire like Mommy can!”

Rowan locked eyes with his mate across the yard, and she leaned against one of the walls with a smirk. Watch them, she said with her eyes, They both can do it.

“I’m gonna be the best fire wielder in the world!” Aerith laughed, focusing hard on the tips of her fingers. Fire danced at the tip of each one, for barely half a second, before going up in puffs of smoke. “Did you see that, Daddy?”

“That’s so good, sweetheart.” Rowan praised, his smile so wide that his pointed canines could be seen. “And you learned that so quickly.”

Beaming at his compliment, Aerith repeated her actions over again, producing small flames that went up in smoke. 

Thallan tugged at his father’s hand, demanding his attention. “Daddy, I’m gonna be even better than Aerith.”

“Well, nobody can be better than Lyria,” his twin sniped back, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “So there.”

“Don’t start fighting, you two.” Rowan sighed. “Thallan, show me your fire. I’m sure both of you are incredible.”

He always knew just what to say. Aelin watched happily as her children both produced small bursts of flame. At five years old, they had already achieved a lot power-wise. Both of them were creating snowstorms in their cribs when they were toddlers, and their powers had only grown. 

Recently, the two children had gotten overexcited during a game of hide and seek and set a curtain on fire, leading to their current situation; Aelin training both of them with her power of fire. 

After showing off to his father, Thallan distracted his twin’s attempts at creating more fire by starting a game of tag. The high pitched squeals of the two children running around the courtyard were music to Aelin’s ears.

With Aerith and Thallan distracted, Rowan made his way over to his wife and mate. He wrapped a strong arm over her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her hair.

“Remember when they were so little?” Aelin sighed. Thallan nearly tagged his sister, but she shifted into her animal form at the last second, causing him to miss. The hawk she’d transformed into gave an indignant squawk, and flew up to the tallest tree.

“They’ve both grown so much.” Rowan agreed. “It’s hard to believe that they used to be that little.”

“Wasn’t it just yesterday they were just babies?” Aelin could feel herself starting to get emotional, and she wiped futilely at her eyes. “Wasn’t it just yesterday all of them were babies?”

“They grow up too fast.” Her mate murmured gently in her ear. “Remember how Lyria and Sam would crawl into our bed at dawn to snuggle?”

“Or how Aspen never liked to crawl, he was just sitting one day and walking the next?” Aelin sighed, reliving fond memories of her children. 

“Or how Evalin would run around the palace with just her diaper and a tiara?” His hand rubbed gentle circles on her back as Aelin sniffed softly.

“And now they’re so big, Rowan.”

Before he could respond, Rowan’s attention caught on something in the sky. Aelin followed his gaze, a wet laugh escaping her throat as she saw her youngest children, both in their animal forms, chasing each other through the sky.

An ear-piercing shriek came from over the horizon, another bird flying over the high wall of the courtyard. Another white-tailed hawk, the same form as his father. Aspen shifted, landing on top of the wall, and waved to his parents.

“Hey Aspen, done with your schoolwork?” Aelin called, quickly drying her eyes. 

“Uile air a dhèanamh*, Mama.” Her son replied proudly.

“Obair mhath, a mhic**.” Rowan replied in the Old Language. As part of their royal studies, Aelin and Rowan required all their children to study another language. Aspen, ever his father’s twin, chose to study the old language of the Fae.

“Are Aerith and Thallan practicing fighting?” Aspen asked, in common.

“Kids, do you want to show your brother what you can do?” Rowan called to the hawks in the sky. Both birds squawked back, and dove fast for the courtyard.

“Aspen we can make fire!” Aerith squealed, mouth already moving a thousand miles per hour straight from her animal form. “Watch watch watch!”

The twins proceeded to show off their new skills proudly, while their older brother looked on happily from his perch on the wall. Aelin glanced up at the sky, watching as the sun began to dip low.

“I think it’s almost time for dinner, yeah?” Rowan asked, interrupting Aspen showing the twins a move to control wind, “Let’s head in.”

“Rachamaid ithe!” Aspen cried happily, clearly trying to show off. When Aerith gave him a confused look, he translated, “Let’s go eat!”

Inside the palace, Aelin and Rowan sat at the dinner table, taking in the scenery of all their children gathered in one place.

Lyria, ever the princess, eating prim and proper. Sam, sunk low in his seat, arms crossed sullenly as he and his older sister quipped back and forth. Aspen, speaking rapidly in the Old Language to whoever would listen. Evalin, trying to get her little sister to hold still long enough to braid her silver hair. Aerith and Thallan, subtly flicking bits of dinner at each other. 

Their family was messy and chaotic, and growing up far too quickly for her liking, but sitting there, eating dinner with all of them, Aelin wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

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a/n: i used Scottish Gaelic for the Old Language, with just google translate, so it’s likely to not be correct. if anyone speaks that language, feel free to correct me!

Uile air a dhèanamh: All done

Obair mhath, a mhic: Well done, son

#mal's 300 follower celebration #mal writes stuff #fanfiction #throne of glass #tog #sarah j maas #tog gen 2 #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius

[tsoaaron]

What’s tog gen 2 and why is my dash full of it

#tog gen 2

[vveissesfleisch]

tog Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova Characters: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Nile Freeman, Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Booker | Sebastien le Livre, Keane (The Old Guard) Summary:

The next several classes continue like this: Nicky finds his seat before the lecture, like any normal person who gives the barest minimum of fucks, and the Frat Boys show up between five and ten minutes late. Nicky turns to look, only in disapproval, of course, and Frat Boy 1 inevitably catches his lingering scowl and makes it known with a little wave or a wink or a salute, causing Nicky to avert his eyes and spend the remainder of class trying to slow his heart rate.

Today, however, instead of the usual acknowledgment, he lifts up his neon purple tank top to reveal an absolutely flawless, mouthwatering six pack.

Nicky blanches. He didn’t realize guys could look like that in real life, nevertheless guys he knows (rather, guys who are within irritating proximity to him due to gen ed requirements).

He drops his shirt with a smirk, then proceeds to have the audacity to blow Nicky a kiss. Nicky inhales sharply, but by the time he remembers to school the arousal on his face into a pissy glare, Frat Boy’s already facing forward, jotting down notes, looking for all the world like an innocent, diligent biology student.

What an absolute prick.

A/N: My Joe/Nicky college au is finally finished! Now featuring amazing art by @eiseul​ (embedded in chapter 1 of the fic!).

 Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#joe x nicky #yusuf x nicolo #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #fanfic #fan art #the old guard #tog #the old guard fanfic #college au #eiseul #my fanfic #my writing #tog slash

[scorchedhearth]

From the prompt list, no. 2, any TOG combo you'd like 😋

Thank you for the open prompt! It’s time for “I’m missing the BCE trio”, so I wrote some Gen Andy & Quynh & Lykon with them hanging out and having fun. I’ve been staring at this for days so I feel like it’s time to post it.

Taken from this prompt list

2- “I swear to god, I’ll beat you to death with my high heels, if you don’t shut the fuck up. ”

 ~

Today is a nice and pleasant day. The sun is shining bright in the sky, the weather is getting warmer and warmer, the birds are singing and fields of wheat are goldening. Their stomachs are full with warm meat, they have clean and fine clothes on and they’ve been sleeping more than correctly at night. Today is a great day for Andromache, which is exactly why Quynh and Lykon have elected to be as insufferable as humanly possible.

“Okay so. Which is worse. Dying by poison, or dying by infection?” Lykon asks, and they’ve been at this since they left the woods. The sun has reached its zenith and then started its descend and they are still asking each other the most pointless and random questions. And it’s not like they’re having this conversation together, they’ve decided to flank Andromache on either side and every time she tries to speed up or slow down, they go along right with her.

“I’d say poisoned, because that means you were dumb enough to eat poison in the first place,” Quynh announces after a minute of reflection.

“You can eat poison and not know you are eating it.”

“That means I was tricked, which is even worse.” Quynh confidently nods.

“Hey Andromache,” Lykon turns toward her. “Remember when you ate belladonna because you thought it was black currant?" This. This is what’s driving Andromache mad. Not the useless pondering they’re playing at when it’s a perfectly nice day to travel in silence. She could handle that at the very least. No, it’s the questions directed at her whose only purpose is to annoy her and remind her of shameful memories.

“Yes, I remember.” She grits through her teeth.

“That was dumb huh.” Quynh shoots her a grin and Andromache has to remind herself how much she loves them. She loves them, and she won’t lower herself to their level and trip them off their horses and soil perfectly nice clothes. Think of the clothes Andromache. Not that they do not deserve it for ruining this perfect day for her.

“Yeah, you got real sick and all. Wasn’t pretty.” Lykon adds and she feels Quynh snickering behind her. Lykon isn’t even trying to hide his gleeful enjoyment anymore, he’s just grinning in her face.

“I remember eating it because none of you idiots were courageous enough to do it because none of us remembered which plants were edible in those mountains.”

“See, you say courageous where I would use reckless.” Quynh is smirking.

“Same difference. I still did it when none of you would. Which means I’m more than both of you.” She clicks her tongue to speed up her horse. Unfortunately, they follow right along, still snickering.

“Hey Quynh. Which is worse, getting lost because you refuse to ask for direction or getting lost because you forgot that trees grow and that forests change over time?” Andromache sighs and holds tighter on her reins.

~

She loses it near the end of the afternoon. She managed to tune them out for a moment when they stopped to eat and later when they had to keep silent when guards walked with them for a portion of the way but they’re back at it now and with more determination.

“Lykon. Do you think camels make good ride when you’re drunk and angry?” Quynh barely finishes her question that Andromache turns toward her, channeling all of her annoyance into her scowl. Lykon is already laughing behind her.

“I swear to the gods, I will beat you both with my own shoes if you don’t shut up. Stop talking about that! It happened centuries ago!”

“Oh, someone’s in a bad mood!” Quynh sing-song and Lykon joins her on her other side.

“Someone’s mad they didn’t get to ride the camel!”

“Fuck you.” She snarls at Lykon. “And fuck you too.” She points at Quynh. “I can ride camels. I can ride them fine. I like them.”

“Yeah, but they don’t like you,” Lykon adds oh so helpfully.

“What do I need camel for anyway. I have horses.” She grumbles. Horses never failed her, they’ve never eaten her or thrown her or ran over her. She likes them. Camels have a will of their own, they’re devil beasts and she wants nothing to do with them.

“Try to travel in deserts with horses, you’ll see how it goes,” Quynh comments, and she’s done.

“You know what? You’re ungrateful. Both of you. I can get you any rides, at any time, and you choose to remember the one time, the one time I was too drunk to steal your sorry asses a ride. When you could have done it yourselves! But no, you were too busy stealing wine and food from the party.” She’s rambling and she can see how amused they are but she cannot stop it, now that she started she must get it all out.

“Still.” Lykon says, and she knows she won’t like what follows. “The great Andromache can’t ride camels.” Quynh throws her head back with how loud she’s laughing, and Lykon’s proud glint in his eyes is almost worth it all. Except they ruined her perfect day.

“See what you’re gonna eat tonight.” She tells them, chin held up high and her ego slightly bruised, although it's mostly for the show. She clicks her tongue to get her horse to gallop, and she runs away from them on the sound of their laughter. Despite her best attempt at reason, she’s smiling to herself just a few yards in front of them, still hearing their laughs. She does love them, a lot, even if they can be annoying brats.

#*myfic #tog #tog fanfic #andromache the scythian #quynh #lykon #andy & quynh & lykon #og3

[mekana47]

First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Tagged by: No one. I was just curious if I had a pattern.

Tag, you’re it: With no pressure, I’ll tag @catholicnicky @beepbeepsan @rupzydaisy @negotiumcrucis and anyone else who wants to play. 

1. Scene by Scene [E, Joe/Nicky, various background]

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show,” Nile says.

2. Fixing the Stars [M, Andy/Quynh]

Over the millennia, Andy has crafted the perfect bland but interested expression.

3. TOG Round Robin 2021 [M, various pairings]

Chapter 1: Quỳnh’s eyes snapped open, her lungs pausing on instinct.

Chapter 6: Quỳnh walked down the cabin’s small corridor, her hands twisting her damp hair into a long plait, when Nile called out, “Loud noise alert!”

4. Guiding You Through [T, gen]

On the monitor, two private security guards herd Nicky into the large personal office.

5. Iron & Oxygen [M, Andy/Quynh, minor Joe/Nicky]

The enemy encampment is nearly impenetrable to those unwilling to make a slow, treacherous descent down one of the three sheer cliff faces enclosing the camp.

6. Planning Makes Perfect [T, outside POV on Joe/Nicky]

Bernard jumps when his cellphone chimes.

7. Let Me Hear You [E, Andy/Joe/Nicky]

Andy’s three fingers deep in Joe when Nicky shows his first crack.

8. Code Pink (T, Nile/Booker, Joe/Nicky)

If it weren’t for Nicky’s decades as a sniper, he might have tensed or lowered his binoculars.

9. Rapid Boiling (E, Joe/Nicky)

No matter how old Joe gets, he’ll never be able to stop the way his whole body tenses when a captor pulls out a syringe.

10. One Minute More (T, Joe/Nicky)

Nicky’s still struggling to keep up with this new situation when Joe starts telling the soldiers—and the body armor covering all but their faces leaves no doubt they are soldiers—how much Nicky means to him.

Patterns: I have four ‘x is doing thing when y does other thing.’ Three start out citing the narrator’s age or lengthy experience for the reason they do or don’t do something. Otherwise, there’s actually more variety than I’d expected.

#tag game