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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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Now that you did a rowaelin dealing with teenagers story, do one on lysaedion!!

it would be my pleasure 😁

word count: 3.1k (oopsies)

warnings: language, exhausted parents, references to sex, emotions

enjoy!!

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"Babe?" Aedion leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching his wife finish stacking the last plates into the cupboard. After almost twenty-four years together, he knew what Lysandra did and didn't like to do.

And he knew she only organized the kitchen when she was stressed.

"Hey, babe, it's okay," he repeated, meeting her tired emerald gaze.

Lysandra sighed heavily, flicking off the light as she came to wrap her arms around her husband, pressing herself into his warmth. "I don't know how to handle this," she admitted. "It--I guess it just doesn't seem real, Aeds, no matter how long we've had to get used to the idea."

"We'll never get used to the idea of our oldest leaving for college," Aedion said softly, stroking Lys's back in soothing motions. "Shit, it feels like just yesterday we brought him home."

She nodded, sniffling quietly against his shoulder. "Yeah, it does. Gods, babe, it's like I blinked and our tiny little boy turned into a man."

"Man-child," Aedion corrected rapidly, his lips quirking.

Lysandra snorted quietly. "So insistent that our son never grow up."

"Hey," Aedion smirked, "you called me an overgrown child for gods know how long."

"Still do," she smirked right back. "I've got my reasons."

He chuckled. "Come on, babe, it's really fuckin' late and we have to leave at the ass-crack of dawn."

"Remind me again who planned it that way?" she crooned.

He grumbled something under his breath as he led her down the hall, turning off the lights as he went. Lys let him go into their bedroom; she stopped at their son's door and tapped softly.

"Awake?"

Emerson cracked the door open, blinking sleepily. "I was about to be asleep, Mom."

"Sorry," she whispered, her gaze darting into his room, over the suitcases and boxes neatly stacked on one side.

Her son sighed, the exhale turning to a yawn. "I'm ready for tomorrow, Mom, I promise."

"I know," she said. "I...I just wanted to say goodnight, Emerson."

His lips tilted up into a sleepy little grin and, albeit a little awkwardly, he wrapped his mother into an affectionate hug. "G'night, Mom."

"Goodnight, my boy." Lysandra reached up to smooth down his dark hair. "Gods, I'll never be quite used to you being taller than me."

Emerson chuckled. "Don't worry, I know better than to try and look down at you."

"Damn right you do." She pinched his cheek, smirking at his disgruntled grumble, and let him go. "Sleep well, son."

Lysandra tasked herself with waking up the children in the morning, knowing Emerson and Sana had both set alarms but might need a little nudge and the promise of caffeine to get them up and going at so early in the morning. So she headed into the kitchen and started up a fresh pot of coffee after getting herself ready, then went to Emerson's room.

"Rise and shine, kiddo!" She stuck her head into his room, noting with pleased surprise that his lamp was on and he was awake, if not yet out of bed.

"So early," he grumbled, smashing his pillow over his head.

"Blame your father," she retorted, "this was his grand idea."

"Fine," he conceded. Then he sniffed, his nose for caffeine overpowering his longing to sleep a few more minutes. "Coffee?"

"Freshly brewed," she laughed. "Better get there before the rest of us do, though." She withdrew and moved down to the next door, taking a quick breath in preparation for dealing with her daughter.

No light showed beneath Sana's door, so Lysandra wasn't surprised to see that her daughter's room was still dark. "Morning, Sana," she said, poking her head into the room, her eyes adjusting to the dimness and finding--

"Shit!" Sana squeaked, her bedcovers rustling as she reached to her side and shook the person next to her. "Uh, hi, Mom!"

"Shit!" yelped a boy's voice, the offending intruder rapidly burying himself under Sana's comforter.

"SHIT!" Lysandra exclaimed, rapidly yanking herself out of the room and rubbing her eyes as if to cleanse the image she had very much not wanted to see at five in the morning. Pulling her phone from her back pocket, she fired off a quick text to her daughter.

>Don't even think about letting him go through your window. I'll keep Dad away.

A few minutes later, a very sheepish Sana cracked open her door. "Uh...good morning, Mom?"

"Good morning," Lysandra replied calmly, the steel in her expression belying her even speech. "Good morning to you too, Owen."

Owen, Sana's boyfriend, waved awkwardly. "Hi, Mrs. Ashryver."

Because she was a woman of her word, Lys quickly checked the hallway and then motioned her daughter and Owen to follow her out to the patio door. No doubt Owen had either come in that way or snuck through Sana's window or she'd simply brought him over when Lys and Aedion were out finishing a last-minute errand. Aedion was sufficiently occupied for now, probably in the shower from the sound of it, so she waved the two of them out. "We'll see you later, Owen."

Sans kissed her boyfriend goodbye and came back into the house, her cheeks flaming. "Um..."

"Honey." Lysandra calmly handed her daughter some coffee. "Don't worry about it."

"That scared the shit out of me," Sana mumbled, her blush barely fading.

Lys smirked. "We'll be discussing this, but since your father didn't see, I don't think he needs to have any more reasons for his blood pressure to go up, hmm?"

Her daughter loosed a huge, relieved sigh. "Oh, thank all the gods."

"I wouldn't thank the gods yet," Lys said dryly, sipping from her own coffee. "Go on and help lug all Emerson's shit out to the car, Dad wants us to leave in twenty minutes."

"As if that's gonna happen," Sana snickered. She snapped the lid onto her travel mug and headed out of the kitchen, pausing and whirling back around to give her mother a quick, fierce hug. "Thank you, Mom."

"Love you, honey," Lys murmured. She winked. "Hell, I was a slightly wild teenager once, too..."

"Stop it!" Sana squeaked, making a hasty retreat.

Lysandra snickered, knowing full well how well hinting at her and Aedion's...past affected the kids. Making sure all the dishes were in the dishwasher and the coffee pot and toaster had been unplugged, she set her coffee mug down on the counter and grabbed the small box of kitchen stuff Emerson wanted for his dorm. Since he was a freshman, he was required to live in the dorms, and he grumbled about it but she knew that he'd at least be able to enjoy some of the experience. And since he knew how to use a stove and oven, she had no doubt that he'd be the most popular guy in the hall.

"Mom!" Emerson called as soon as she walked out to Aedion's truck, carrying the box. "Thank god, we need you!"

"What now?" she sighed, pretending to be exasperated.

"Son of a bitch!" Aedion yelled from the truck bed, muffling a string of even filthier words.

Emerson took the box from Lys and rolled his eyes. "That's what."

"Babe," she sighed, hopping up next to her husband, "what the hell is going on?"

"Dropped a box on my foot," Aedion mumbled, hiding his embarrassed flush from his wife.

She sighed and made him sit down, prodding his foot to make sure he wasn't badly injured. "How'd that happen?"

"I, uh--stacking too many things," he admitted.

"Fascinating," she deadpanned.

He grumbled something about stop being right. "I know, babe, I know. I shouldn't be doing this at my age."

"Took the words right out of my mouth," she snickered. "Come on, babe, there's only a few more things and it'll all fit with plenty of room, you don't need to worry about space."

Aedion hefted a sigh himself and kissed the top of her head. "Gods, why are you always right?"

"It's my job," she grinned.

He chuckled and kissed her softly, one hand coincidentally dropping down to her ass.

"Oh my fu--god!" Emerson groaned, almost dropping the box he carried as he screwed his eyes shut, not having needed to see his parents being horny teenagers in the back of the pickup.

"Truck's seen worse, my boy," Aedion snickered gleefully, relishing in the way his son grew visibly uncomfortable. "How much left?"

"Ju--uhh--just this box and your suitcases." Emerson ran back into the house as fast as he could, blinking rapidly as if to scrub away the image to which he'd just been treated.

Both Lysandra and Aedion burst into laughter at his discomfort, finding a small way to cope with the crazy emotions of bringing their firstborn to college.

Seven hours of driving and only a few friendly family disagreements later, Aedion pulled into the parking lot of their hotel, turned off the ignition, and released a deep sigh of relief along with the rest of the family. Emerson had enrolled in Adarlan State University, which wasn't as far from home as he could have gone, but was far enough away for him to feel independent. Instead of flying, they'd opted to make the drive to move him in, taking a few days' vacation of sorts.

Aedion hopped out and went into the hotel to check in, returning shortly later with the room keycards and the printouts. "All right, we're good to go."

"Thank god," Sana grumbled, wasting absolutely no time getting out of the car and stretching herself out. "Is it just me, or does Rifthold air smell different?"

"It definitely does," Emerson agreed, jumping out from his side. "Less mountain-y."

"That's not a word," Sana scoffed, grinning wickedly.

Her brother rolled his eyes. "Thought we were out of school, Little Miss Grammar."

"Call me that one more time--"

"Nope!" Lysandra stopped her children before they could start. "Please, we just got here!"

"Sorry, Mom," both of them mumbled, slightly abashed.

She huffed. "I know you want to be free, son, but please at least try to pretend your father and I taught you something resembling manners."

"Okay," he agreed, going to grab the suitcases.

Sana grabbed her backpack out of the truck and pushed the door shut, taking her suitcase from her brother. "Thanks, Mer."

"No problem, young one."

She poked him in the back of the neck. "I'm sixteen, jackass."

"And I'm an adult," he smirked.

"Okay, Emmy," she retorted, snickering at his frustrated snarl.

"Kids," Aedion called lazily, watching the two bicker like they always had, "how about we haul our shit up to the room and get dinner?"

That, apparently, was the magic word.

Half an hour later, they'd dropped off luggage in their third-floor room, each taken a turn in the bathroom, and were back in the truck with Lysandra scrolling through the list of nearby restaurants on her phone. "Do we want burgers or Thai?"

They wanted burgers, apparently.

Though that may just have been the vocal eagerness of the two man-children in the car.

The next day, Lysandra awoke with a small heaviness in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that only built as they drove into Adarlan State University's campus, greeted by a whole host of students dressed in red and white and black, the school's colors, waving "WELCOME!!!" signs and cheering for the new freshmen. On the flip side of the overabundance of school spirit, though, there were lots of signs directing the students and families where to go, and they found Emerson's dorm building easily.

Getting his stuff into his dorm turned out to be a lot less easy.

"Goddamn move-in crowds," Aedion grumbled, his forehead damp with sweat as he set two more boxes down on the dorm floor.

With so many people moving in at once, the elevators were constantly busy and constantly had a waiting line, so the Ashryvers had opted to take the stairs and cycle from the car up to Emerson's dorm and back.

Too bad Emerson's dorm was on the fourth floor.

Aedion didn't know the last time he'd walked so many stairs, let alone walked stairs while hauling boxes and luggage.

"That's it!" Emerson grunted, plopping the last box onto the ground and huffing. "Hell, I think I just got in my lifting and cardio."

Lys and Sana appeared in the doorway a moment later, loosing sighs of relief. "Right, my boy," Lys said, wiping strands of hair away from her face, "what do you need us to do?"

Emerson braced his hands on his hips, scanning the pile of boxes and luggage and other things on the floor and his side of the room. "Dad, can you help me loft the bed?"

"Of course." Aedion checked the metal bedframe. "Simple. You grab that side, I'll get this side, we both lift."

"Good. Mom," Emerson threw her a grin, "I know how much you want to, so yeah, you can organize my clothes."

"I know they won't stay that way," Lys chuckled.

"Sana?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you do all my desk shit?"

"That's a very broad term," Sana drawled.

Emerson rolled his eyes. "Look, you're better at putting that stuff in normal places, and if I do it, I won't be able to find shit."

"Language," Sana teased, grinning. "Yeah, I'll handle that. You try not to pop your shoulder out. And yes, Dad, I was talking to you."

"Smartass," Aedion grumbled, his lips quirking up. "Okay, on three!" He counted off and pushed and he and Emerson successfully lifted the bed into lofted position. He slapped his son a high five, quietly jarred by just how tall the boy was--almost at eye level with him.

Fuck, when did that happen?

About an hour later, they were all sorting through Emerson's stuff and slowly beginning to make his half of the room look more comfortable than the blank walls initially indicated when the door creaked open and another boy walked in, rolling a couple of suitcases behind him.

"Emerson!" the guy exclaimed, shoving his suitcases off to the side. "Bro, I didn't know you were here!"

"Selvari?!" Emerson half-shouted, abandoning the suitcase he was unpacking to grab the dark-haired boy in the bro-est bro hug Aedion had ever seen. "Shit, you're my roommate?"

"Unless you can't read, yeah," Nyx Selvari grinned. "You're stuck with me, Ashy."

"Shut up, jackass," Emerson laughed, "I might not be much, but I'd know Room 420 anywhere."

"Cheers." Nyx knocked his fist into Emerson's. "Gonna make it a--nope, nope, not saying that shit, nope!" It was like he hadn't realized Aedion and Lysandra were right there.

"Hi, Nyx," Lys laughed, grinning at her son and his friend. Nyx had played football with Emerson for years, all the way through high school, and the boys had practically grown up together. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Ashryver," Nyx beamed. "I didn't ever check my housing except to see that I'd actually signed up for a meal plan, so I had no idea who my roommate was gonna be."

"That's funny," Lys snickered. "Mer didn't even check his student email until a week ago."

"Mom!" Emerson groaned. "Stop it!"

"Never," Lysandra smirked.

"So much for helping," another deep voice drawled, Nyx's father entering the room to plop two armfuls of shopping bags down onto the floor. "You could at least--shit, Ashryver?!"

"The one and only," Aedion smirked. "Getting a little tired, old man?"

"Fuck you," Rhysand Selvari snorted, tossing his arm around Aedion's shoulder. "Darling, look what the cat dragged in!"

"What a lovely surprise!" Feyre beamed, depositing her load of shopping bags and a large duffel bag next to the pile of stuff on the floor. "Now we know our son will have at least a little bit of sense in his life."

"Moooom!" Nyx groaned. "Really?"

"Cheer up, mijo," Feyre smirked, ruffling her son's hair. "We'll be out of your hair soon enough and you and Emerson can do whatever stupid things the new college freshmen do." She hugged both Aedion and Lys. "So good to see you again."

"You too," Lys grinned. "Have fun getting the wild one settled."

Evening had fully fallen when Emerson walked downstairs with Lys, Aedion, and Sana, the four of them all walking over to the pickup and pausing, unsure quite how to proceed. Up in the dorm, Lys had already shed a few tears, and though Aedion would deny it to hell and back, he'd shed a few tears too.

"Fuck, stop growing up so fast," he muttered, trying to mask the thickness in his voice with gruffness.

Emerson stepped into his father's embrace, squashing down a few tears of his own. "I'm not that far away, Dad."

"I know." Aedion rested his hands on his son's shoulders. "I'm so goddamn proud of you, son."

His son wiped the back of his hand across his face. "Love you too, Dad."

Lysandra pressed her son into her embrace, identical emerald-green eyes soft and shining with mingled pride and sadness. "I love you, my son." She sniffled. "Please don't do anything stupid."

He snorted a soft laugh. "I'll try, Mom. Love you." She released him, and he turned to his sister. "Have fun being the only child." Try as he might, he couldn't quite muster the swagger he'd intended.

Sana gifted him with a fierce hug, whispering something into his ear that made him snort with laughter. "Fucking gods, Sana!"

"I'm not wrong!" she beamed. "Don't let the RAs catch you hiding booze, Mer."

He snickered. "I'll try."

As Aedion reversed the truck and slowly pulled away from the parking lot, Emerson stood in the lot, a half-sad, half-excited grin on his face, and waved to his family until they rounded a corner and he fell out of sight. Lysandra exhaled shakily, dabbing a few stray tears from her face.

"It's okay, babe," Aedion murmured, sliding one hand across to link with his wife's. "He's gonna be just fine."

"I know," she whispered. "Gods, it's not easy to leave your kid at college, though."

He squeezed her hand, his thumb tracing circles on her thigh. "No, it's really not."

Back at the hotel that night, Lys curled herself as close to Aedion as possible, taking comfort in the warm, solid strength of him. He held her just as close, tangling his fingers into her soft, dark hair, feeling the heat of her mother's tears drip into his worn old sleep shirt. He pressed tender kisses to her forehead as she let her emotions pass, allowing her to reach up and brush the tears off his own cheeks.

"He needs this," she murmured, convincing herself as much as him. "He's going to do just fine, Aeds."

"He will." Aedion kissed her gently. "Because he's your son, Lys."

She sniffled. "You're a big old teddy bear, babe."

He wasn't even going to try to deny it.

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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@elorcanweek2022 Day 4: What The Future Holds

Headcanons because vacation brain is too fried to write into a fic. Might become an actual fic at some point, though...

Warnings: Mentions of infertility and miscarriage, references to sex

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Elide and Lorcan discuss having kids for a LONG time

Decide to wait until Perranth is stable before trying

Both know Elide’s mortality means they don’t have forever

But both completely content to be just the two of them

They start trying for a baby when Elide is 22

First year, nothing.

Kind of expected conceiving to take a while, the healers warned them that couples who start trying for a baby often take more than a year before they find out they’re pregnant

Lysandra welcomes her firstborn, a boy, when Elide is 23, and Auntie Elide really gets baby fever from spending time with baby Emerson Ashryver

By this point, Lorcan and Elide both ready to be parents

Even though they’re also terrified

A few months after Emerson is born, Elide starts showing early signs of pregnancy

Morning sickness, fatigue, irritability with her council

Lorcan tries over and over to get her to see a healer, but she’s adamant that it’s just stress

Finally the morning sickness is awful one morning, so she asks the local healer to come visit

And it turns out she’s eleven weeks pregnant.

Lorcan was right. And ecstatic.

They keep it between just the two of them for at least a month

Four weeks later, shortly before they were planning to announce the pregnancy, Elide wakes up with severe cramps

She asks Lorcan to call for the healer immediately, which he does, and then he spends the next several hours pacing outside the bedroom because he got kicked out the moment the healer arrived

By dusk, the room had gone quiet. Too quiet. He peeks in to find Elide in bed, pale and red-eyed, the healer--two healers--cleaning up the room.

She doesn’t speak for a long time, but he can feel her grief, her pain, despite them not being mated. So he just slides into bed next to her and wraps her into his arms, offering her a space to grieve

They think they can’t conceive after that, at least not for a long time.

Of course, that doesn’t in any way mean they have to be celibate

Nine months later, as Elide and Lorcan both are beginning to look to the future while still mourning the miscarriage, she starts exhibiting the same symptoms as the last time

This time, she writes to Yrene right away, asking if she’ll visit Perranth

Yrene comes down and checks on her, and sure enough, Elide is six weeks pregnant

She’s terrified, especially after losing a pregnancy, and she wants to know everything she can do to prevent another loss

Yrene calms her down, tells her she can still go about her regular business, but if she feels anything change, to notify her right away

Lorcan all but carries his wife around their home. Sometimes he does carry her. Elide protests, of course, but she secretly loves him expressing his affection and concern like that

Territorial mother hen Fae bastard though he is

First trimester is a little rough, but things calm down in the second trimester and the third is smooth sailing

Plus a lot of “get your massive spawn out of me” // “oh, I will”

Inducing labor *wink wink*

Actual labor is long but not complicated. Lorcan holds Elide’s hand through the contractions, says he’s going to stay for the whole process

Then baby’s head starts to crown and he, Lord Lorcan Salvaterre Lochan, battle-hardened Fae warrior, Hellas’s Blessed, turns green at the gills and has to leave the room

It’s a girl! Arisa Marion Lochan

Lorcan melts into a puddle the first time he holds his daughter

She’s a little carbon copy of her father, down to the scowl she develops at eighteen months.

But her first word is “mama.” Followed quickly by “no,” “dada,” (Elide never gets over the way she says “no” before “dada”), “food,” and “shit”

Yes, Ari says “shit” at two years old. Blame her uncles.

At five, Ari has a very very bad day and is angry-crying/screaming when she shifts into Fae form

Everyone is shocked, especially her parents

They weren’t expecting any of their children to have Fae forms

As she grows older, Ari ends up spending more time with Aunt Aelin and Uncle Rowan, learning to master her shifting

When she’s seven, Elide and Lorcan welcome her siblings

Yes, siblings.

Elide gives birth to twin boys, Daric and Callan (Cal)

Ari is the best big sister

When the twins are old enough, she becomes their favorite person because she shows them all the hidden nooks of Perranth Manor

There’s an...incident...

All three Lochan kids hide behind the wall of the council room and make spooky noises, convincing a few superstitious old ambassadors that the place is haunted

Elide knows it’s her kids and she’s less than impressed when the meeting ends and she has to stalk over to the peephole and order the culprits out

They spend the next month doing early-morning exercises with Lorcan but it was worth it

#my writing #elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #and children #elorcan week 2022 #elorcanweek2022

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