#Lorcan Salveterre

[the-regal-warrior]

Would anyone be interested in a return to The Firstborn Agreement? Like, learning more about the world of the Fae and Elide adjusting? (And probably some smut)

#the firstborn agreement #tfa #lorcan salveterre #elide lochan #elorcan

[fenrys-moonbeam-lochan]

And I shall bestow a kiss upon you

Summary: The cadre like to kiss each other. Aedion is a little confused

Ao3

Part of my ToG Comfortember 2020. I know it’s 2021 now, but I’m determined to finish it. 

XXX

The Cadre liked to kiss each other.

It was an absurd thought, but Aedion knew what he was seeing.

He hadn't thought much of it at first. They were pretty drunk the first time it happened, and Fenrys had been the perpetrator. That part was self-explanatory, really.

After a night out that had left both he and Rowan tipsy, Fenrys drunk and Lorcan the only one sober, they had come back with Fenrys dangling between them.

"I'll take him to his room," said Lorcan

"Are You sure?" asked Rowan

"Yea, yea," said Lorcan, "I'm sure your wives are waiting to hit you over the heads for being this late,"

Aedion chuckled. They were late, an hour late, to be exact. Elide, of course, was still in Perranth, so Lorcan didn't need to worry about ruining anyone's schedule.

"Alright then,"

Lorcan started to lead Fenrys away when he suddenly flailed and tried to move back.

"Wait! Wait!" he cried, "I have to say bye,"

Lorcan rolled his eyes and sighed but let him go. Fenrys ambled over and gave Rowan a big hug and kiss on the cheek. He then turned to Aedion and kissed his hair.

"Timo to go now," said Lorcan

Fenrys grinned and waved, "Bye!"

Aedion smiled and shook his head as they watched the other two go.

"Wow, he's drunk,"

Rowan snorted his agreement.

And that was that.

Except that it wasn't.

The next time it happened, they were at a party hosted by the Queen of Terrasen. It was a holiday gala with plenty of wine and spirits making the rounds. This time both he and Fenrys were pretty drunk. As the night ended and the still sober ladies retired to one of the smaller sitting rooms, Rowan and Lorcan decided it was time for both he and Fenrys to be in bed.

Rowan grabbed him while Lorcan took the other wolf. However, before Fenrys could leave, he once again gave both of them a kiss on the cheek. Aedion let it go instantly but was forced to rethink it when Rowan was putting him in bed.

The silver-haired male helped him strip out of his outer layers and got him under the covers. Once Aedion was in, Rowan lowered his head and gently touched his lips to Aedion's forehead.

Now, Aedion was drunk and tired and didn't have the capacity to really think beyond his initial surprise. However, in the morning, his head was a little more clear, if throbbing, and he remembered what had happened the night before.

Even though it was a bit odd, he put it off to Rowan just acting like the big brother. Aedion himself had always kissed Aelin as a sign of affection. So what if they were two males? It was still a normal thing to do.

It happened again after a late-night dinner at the palace. This time no one was drunk, and no one kissed him.

However, as Fenrys got up to leave, everyone else got up say goodbye. Rowan was the last one, and as he leaned in for a hug, Fenrys gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, same as Aelin.

It was a little surprising since he had only seen Fenrys kiss one of the males when drunk, but he figured it was just something Fenrys did.

The next time the four of them were sitting at a campfire, and the oldest two males were regaling them with stories from their centuries together. Fenrys would chime in here and there, too, but it was mostly the other two talking.

Surprisingly, Fenrys was the first one to get up, citing an early morning for him. Before he left, he went to grasp Rowan's arm and then quickly kissed him on the cheek. Lorcan was given the same treatment.

Lorcan was given the same treatment. What the fuck?

The oldest male didn't push him away as Aedion had expected, merely sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes. As Fenrys passed him, he placed a kiss on his head too.

Aedion looked at the other males, but they had gone back to reminiscing about one battle or another.

Alright. So maybe Fenrys really just liked kissing his friends. It could be a thing.

The time after that, there was no Fenrys. It was actually Rowan that did it.

"Alright, time for me go," he said once the two of them were done pouring over reports. The man squeezed his shoulder and placed a kiss on his head. Aedion mumbled his own goodnight and wondered what the hell was going on.

He had almost given up on figuring it out and just accepted that Fenrys and Rowan were just like that. Except then he witnessed a small moment between Lorcan and Rowan that made him curious again.

They were going out to meet a radical pure-blood fae group, the kind that didn't believe any demi-fae should have been given freedom. The new laws put forward by the Sellene had brought them out of the woodwork. Aelin had agreed to go help settle things down.

Lorcan had been on edge ever since he heard of the group, more tense than normal, mood sourer than ever, and he barely said two words to anyone.

No one in the court blamed him, though. This group had been around for a long time, and if Rowan's impromptu history lesson was anything to go by, someone as old as Lorcan would have been brought a lot of pain due to their actions.

Just before they were about to leave, Aedion saw Rowan and Lorcan standing a little away from the rest of them. Rowan was saying something to Lorcan softly and when he finished talking, the dark made gently grasped his forearm. He then leaned in as if to hug the other male but turned his face to brush a small kiss at Rowan's temple.

It was a small moment and if Aedion had blinked, he would have missed it. Nobody else saw it and Aedion didn't have time to give it much thought.

After that incident, Aedion started to see it a lot more. Fenrys would kiss them when he was drunk or at the end of the day. Rowan would do it in a 'brotherly' way when one of them was upset or they were having a soft moment. They kissed each other more than they kissed him but still when they did, it seemed to come to them naturally. With Lorcan, the action wasn't natural. It was deliberate, usually comfort as the last resort. A kiss for Fenrys when his drink made him cry instead of making him laugh, one for Rowans when his eyes became glassy and always done in a fleeting moment. Aedion didn't think anyone else noticed it and the only reason he did was that he was looking for it.

Lorcan didn't kiss Aedion though. At least, he didn't use to.

Aedion and Lysandra had travelled to Perranth to check on Elide as she healed from her bones being realigned. The whole court had wanted to go together but as far as responsibilities go, it was just not feasible.

They promised to stay there three nights and on the second one, Aedion woke up in a sweat, his heart racing in his chest.

A nightmare. It had been a nightmare and a brutal one at that. One filled with too much blood and screaming, one that left him unable to go to sleep. Not wanting to wake his slumbering wife, Aedion carefully sipped out of bed.

Once he was in the hall, Aedion walked around the maze of a manor until he ended up on the city facing balcony. It was the same balcony Elide used at big functions to be seen and heard by her citizens. At night, it gave a beautiful and peaceful view of Perranth. It helped calm him.

The presence behind him seemed to materialize out of nowhere. He whipped around to find Lorcan already stepping back with his hands up and a sheepish look on his face.

"Apologies," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I forget not everyone can feel me coming,"

"Right," muttered Aedion, "What are you doing up here?"

Lorcan hummed, "I usually only sleep four to six hours a night. This time it more towards the least amount. You?"

Aedion just shrugged and went back to looking at the city. Lorcan nodded as if he understood. Who knew, he probably did.

They stood there for a little while, silently watching the sleeping city together. Eventually, as Aedion's eyes started to droop, Lorcan turned towards him.

"We should get you back to bed, Ashryver," he said, "Unlike me, you do need more sleep,"

Aedion grunted but followed Lorcan without complaint. Lorcan was right, he was tired and he needed the sleep. Maybe this time his mind would actually let him rest.

When they got to the suite he was staying in, Lorcan was the one to open the door for him. Aedion nodded his thanks and said a quiet good night. As he passed Lorcan, the older male put a gentle hand on his shoulder and brushed a kiss to his temple.

"Good night," he murmured to Aedion, quickly closing the door after him.

It happened so fast, Aedion didn't have time to be surprised before the other male was gone.

He was, however, determined to get some answers.

The next time he saw Rowan, he plopped down beside him with intent.

"I have a question," he declared to his brother

Rowan raises an eyebrow at him, "Oh?"

"What's with the kissing?"

Rowan's other eyebrow joined its partner.

"You're going to need to be a little more specific, pup," said Rowan, "I'm assuming you're not asking about the normal kissing young men ask their older brothers about,"

Aedion snorted, "No. I'm talking about you and the rest of the Cadre,"

"Oh, that," said Rowan, "You noticed, hmm?"

"A bit hard not to," said Aedion, "Especially when Lorcan of all people gently bestowed one on me,"

"He did?" asked Rowan, disbelief clear on his face, "Wait. Is that what prompted this conversation?"

"Well, yes," answered Aedion, "Fenrys only does it when he's tired or drunk or both and you're to me what I am to Aelin so I didn't think much about it. I figured males that were close just did that,"

Rowan smiled, "And you would be right,"

Aedion gave him a blank look.

"But..."

Rowan smiled and threw an arm around, gently tugging him into his side.

"It doesn't really mean anything. It's just something people in Doranelle grow up doing, like shaking hands and hugging each other. Of course, Lorcan didn't grow up with family and is a little more reserved. Fenrys and I, as nobles, were taught some etiquette along with it. Bow first, who should initiate, how close you have to be and such but otherwise it doesn't have a deep meaning behind it,"

"So Lorcan...?"

Rowan sighed.

"As I said about Lorcan," he said, "He grew up without a family. All those jokes we make of him, he doesn't mind them because frankly, he gives as much as he gets. If he minded, we wouldn't make the jokes but there is some truth to them,"

Aedion thought back to the comment he had heard in passing conversations. The more humorous and nonchalant ones like 'bastard from the slums' and 'street rat'. And the ones said in the heat of the moment, like the day Rowan had spat out 'fucked his way to the top' in anger, making even Lorcan go quiet for a second.

If one really looked at the implied stories behind them, they didn't paint a very nice picture of Lorcan's past.

"He cares about you," said Rowan, "In his own Lorcan way, as much as he is able. We care out you,"

"Oh," whispered Aedion, "Oh,"

Rowan chuckled and placed a kiss against his temple. Aedion could feel his smile against his skin.

"Come on, pup," said Rowan, still smiling, "I think it's time for lunch,"

"Okay," he murmured, still a bit dazed.

After his conversation with Rowan, Aedion stopped keeping track, letting the older males show their affection. Lorcan's displays were still few and far between but Aedion knew that was just another part of him.

Eventually, he found himself reciprocating and even initiating the small show of affection. He learnt to turn his head and kiss Fenrys at the same time. He learnt to plant a kiss on Rowan's cheek as they hugged in greeting. He learnt that Fenrys like his hair to be kissed when he was tired. He found that when his brother was drunk he let out an adorable little giggle at having his forehead kissed.

He, however, refrained from doing any such thing with Lorcan. It just didn't seem right. Lorcan himself rarely initiated and to Aedion it felt as if he would be crossing some invisible line.

However, one night, on the anniversary of the court's victory, the four of them were sitting outside bathed in moonlight. The party had gone one for some time and as it had come to an end, the four of them had slipped away for a breath of air before they had to go back in and help the ladies. They were a little tipsy, red-cheeked and warm, their conversations soft and nonsensical.

Aedion didn't want to leave but he knew he had to be the first one to get up. Nobody expected Lorcan to be in there, they all understood his need for a break and Elide was the only one expected by the people. Rowan could also get away from disappearing for a bit. However, Aedion would be missed by some of the guests that were still milling about.

With great pain, he got himself to stand up.

"Alright gentlemen, I should go inside," he told the others.

They were a few murmurs of assent as he bent down to place a kiss on Fenrys's head. He then moved to Rowan and gave his forehead a gentle kiss. Then unthinkingly, he bent down and placed a kiss on Lorcan's forehead too.

The older male looked at him with surprise all over his face. Aedion froze, thinking that he might have just made a huge mistake.

However, Lorcan just silently raised his glass back to his lips to hide his smile, small and a little shy.

And yes, Elide had been right. Lorcan definitely looked much younger and brighter with a smile on his face.

#tog #throne of glass #aedion ashryver #rowan #rowan whitethorn #lorcan #Lorcan Salveterre #lord lorcan lochan #Fenrys #fenrys moonbeam #platonic relationships #platonic kissing #lorcan salvaterre

[goldengreenbriar-blog]

When Borte meets the Cadre™️

Borte: Hey. I’m Borte, probably heard all of these stories about me. I’m kinda a big deal, not as big of a deal as you guys. I’ve read so much about you. The stories don’t do you justice, you’re all beautiful. *runs her fingers through Fenrys’ how do you get it this soft? I suppose it just comes naturally with those fae genes of yours. Have you ever tried dyeing it? You have to tell me everything.

Lorcan:...

Roman:...

Fenrys: Well this is going to take a while to explain, let’s arrange a time shall we?

#throne of glass #crown of midnight #heir of fire #QUEEN OF SHADOWS #empire of storms #tower of dawn #kingdom of ash #fenrys #rowan whitethorn #Lorcan Salveterre #borte

[fireheartblackthorn]

Incorrect ToG #14

Lorcan, hesitating: I have no feelings and I do not love Elide Lochan

aelin, from the sidelines: fewwwwwwppp

Lorcan, growling: why are you making those terrible noises?

Aelin: oh don’t mind me, that’s just the sound of your nose growing, Pinocchio

Lysandra, scolding: will you ever become a real man and fess up to your feelings?

Aelin: man?? He’s not even a real boy yet.

#we stan aelin #aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #lysandra #aedion x lysandra #rowaelin #lorcan salveterre #lord lorcan lochan #elide lochan #man up lorcan #elorcan #otp #elide x lorcan #throne of glass #ToG #sjmaas #maas musings #incorrect quotes #incorrect ToG #ToG fandom #book series #kingdom of ash #KoA #actually empire of storms lorcan #EoS #empire of storms #queen of shadows #heir of fire #tower of dawn #maeves cadre #pinnochio lorcan

[heyheyheylemonade]

Lorcan @ Elide

#I HAD TOO #elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salveterre #throne of glass #tog #malide #manon blackbeak #manorian #rowaelin #nestaq #chaorene

[maastrash]

Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed. umm elorcan, obvi, because i am nothing if not predictable 🤪

isa... babe... i swear i actually did start writing this around Valentine's day... but... i am CLEARLY a mess.... please accept my VERY late elorcan present 😳

Valentine's Day Confessions

a/n: surprise i am alive ;)

Elide cursed as she grabbed the steaming hot popcorn bag from the microwave. The decadent buttery scent filled her cozy apartment as she poured it into her favorite mixing bowl. She was about to pour in the m&m’s when she remembered who exactly was joining her tonight - Lorcan. And her friend was not a fan of chocolate. If you asked her, the man simply had no taste.

It was Valentine’s Day and the pair had decided to have a singles awareness celebration. Since their entire friend group was filled with couples they were each other’s only source of company on this dreaded day. Truthfully, Elide despised Valentine’s day. Seeing countless couple posts on Instagram and stupid lovey-dovey shit everywhere only made her more bitter. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long time - too long. If she was being honest, she had always thought Lorcan would make a move on her one day. Though at this point, it had been years of banter and flirting with absolutely nothing else, so she had pretty much lost all hope. She would just have to accept that she would forever be in the friend zone, but of course, that was easier said than done.

She settled into the couch with her favorite stuffed animal when the doorbell rang. Lorcan, she assumed.

“It’s open,” she called.

“Elide, I could have been a killer,” Lorcan chastised as he took off his leather jacket and shoes at the front.”

“What killer rings the doorbell?” she shot back.

“Ok fair point,” he said, quickly settling down next to her.

“What do you wanna watch?” she asked, turning to Netflix.

Lorcan shrugged, “Your house your rules El.”

“Lorcan,” she grumbled. “You know I’m too indecisive for this.”

He had the audacity to laugh at her misery, “I know, but it’s funny watching you struggle.”

“I already know no romance movies. I’ve already seen enough lovey Snapchat stories to last a lifetime.”

“Agreed. Did you see all the shit Rowan and Aelin have been posting?” Lorcan asked with a laugh.

Elide laughed too. “Can’t be worse than Lysandra and Aedion.”

Maybe they were just cynical because they were both single, but at the moment Elide didn’t care. It was fun to joke around with Lorcan.

“Let’s watch an action movie then,” Lorcan suggested.

“John wick?” Elide asked, already clicking play.

Lorcan smiled, “Sounds like a plan.”

The movie had barely begun before Lorcan was shifting his massive frame to lay down, placing his head on Elide’s lap.

"Lorcan," she groaned. “You’re heavy as fuck.”

He mockingly gasped, “I’ll have you know I’m on a diet Elide Lochan.”

“It’s your absurd height, stupid,” she whacked him, but he was laughing the whole time.

“You’re warm,” Lorcan whined, sounding much like the five-year-olds that Elide taught every day.

“I have blankets right over there,” she said, gesturing to the basket overflowing with various throws.

Lorcan only stretched his legs out and adjusted himself on her lap. “If you don’t get up I’m gonna sit over there,” she said motioning to the new armchair she recently bought.

“When did you get that?” he asked, finally speaking.

“A few days ago because you literally take up the whole couch when we hang out.” She actually got it for decoration, but bantering with Lorcan was entertaining.

“You’re dramatic Lochan.”

“I’m dramatic?” Elide asked, as she stood. “I’ll show you dramatic.”

She walked to the armchair and plopped down crossing her arms and legs.

She was about to add another dramatic remark, but before she could she felt the chair give way. Suddenly, she was on the floor.

“Ouch,” she mumbled, once she registered the pain she felt on her ass.

“Elide, are you okay?” Lorcan asked, making his way over.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she muttered. “But I am never buying Ikea furniture again.”

In all honesty, it was probably her faulty building skills, but she was not going to admit that at the moment.

She tried to stand but pain shot up her ankle. She had landed on it weirdly, due to her dramatic crossed leg position.

“Wait for me Lochan,” Lorcan said as he carefully picked her up bridal style from the ruins of what once was her armchair.

“I could’ve walked,” she said softly against his chest.

That made Lorcan chuckle. “You were barely standing, El. You would have hobbled at best,” he said gently, placing her on the couch. "Let me get some ice. Your ankle already looks pretty swollen."

“I think it's just aggravated. Old wound,” she tried to say it with a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Lorcan’s eyes softened in understanding. “Ice won’t hurt though.”

Elide nodded and Lorcan took to the kitchen freezer in search of ice. He returned moments later with a bag of frozen peas wrapped haphazardly in a paper towel. He helped situate her ankle on a pillow so it was elevated and gingerly placed the bag on top.

“Shit that’s cold,” Elide couldn’t help but hiss.

Lorcan laughed softly and Elide smiled. Lorcan’s laugh was one of her favorite sounds. It was rare to see him smile and laugh openly when they were with their other friends, but when it was just them she saw it more often. She liked to think that it was because he was comfortable enough with her to show the real Lorcan.

“That’s the point, Lochan.”

“Get us some drinks, Salveterre,” she chuckled. “There is no better medicine than alcohol.”

“Whatever you say, boss,”

“I have a bottle of wine on the top shelf,” Elide called when she heard Lorcan rustling around.

“Got it,” Lorcan said, returning with a cup of wine. A cup.

“I was too lazy to find the glass,” he said in response to the look she gave him.

Elide stuck her tongue out at him before accepting the cup. “Let’s drink every time Keanu Reeves shoots someone,” she suggested.

“Elide, I think you would throw up if we did that.”

Elide rolled her eyes, “I’m not as much of a lightweight as I was in college, Lorcan.”

He raised a brow at her statement. “We’ll see about that."

As he expected, it had barely been 20 minutes, and Elide was already a giggling mess.

It only took 10 more for her head to fall on Lorcan’s shoulder.

And after another 10 minutes, Elide was onto the honesty.

She had hung out with Lorcan one on one many times, but nothing as intimate as a movie night on Valentine’s day where they were practically cuddling.

“Ok Salveterre truth or dare,” Elide slurred, turning to look at him.

“Elide the movie isn’t over yet,” he said pointing to the screen.

Elide gave him a look and paused the movie, “I’m too drunk to pay attention, plus we’ve watched this movie like five times,”

“Fine,” He laughed, giving in, “I say dare.”

“I dare you,” she said, poking him in the chest, “To kiss me.”

Lorcan almost spit out his wine. “Elide, you are way too drunk to be saying things like that.”

“I’m serious,” she said, setting her wine cup down for emphasis.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you, but you clearly only want to be friends.”

“Elide -”

“I know I’m not your type,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor. “It’s fine, we can forget about this and blame it on the alcohol. It doesn’t have to be weird between us.”

She felt his hands on her chin, tilting it so they made eye contact.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you too. Elide Lochan, you are smart, kind, and pretty much out of my league in every single way. ”

She felt her cheeks flush at his admission. “Please just kiss me already, Salvettere.”

Without another word, his lips were on hers. Soft and sweet, a perfect first kiss, but she wanted more. She kissed him harder and opened her mouth. He took the hint, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He pulled her closer, her heart was beating wildly against his.

Elide shifted so she was straddling his lap. She grinded against him and let herself get lost in the way he felt. The way he made her feel.

Lorcan shifted slightly as if he was going to lay her down. It would have been perfect, but Elide’s ankle turned too quick and she grimaced, breaking the kiss for a moment, but that’s all it took for Lorcan to pull back.

“Shit. Sorry, Lochan. I forgot about your ankle.”

“No I’m fine,” she panted breathlessly, trying to pull him back in.

“Maybe we should stop for tonight,” he said, brushing the hair from her eyes.

Elide grumbled, “stupid cock blocking ankle.”

Lorcan laughed again. “I can get you set up in your bed before I head out.”

Elide couldn’t help the pout, “Stay please?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his chest.

He smiled softly. “Anything for you, El.”

They readjusted on the couch so they were facing each other, this time cautious of Elide’s ankle. Lorcan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and Elide tucked herself closer to his side. It wasn’t long before both of them became drowsy thanks to the alcohol and their heartfelt confessions.

And as Elide began drifting off to sleep in Lorcan’s arms, she knew this is how she wanted to spend every night for the rest of her life.

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#elorcan #car answers #nalgenewhore #elorcan fic

[shroomzoom]

lorcan salveterre is a thicc himbo. i will not elaborate.

#tog #throne of glass #empire of storms #lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #sarah j maas

[human-trash-fire]

Shot Through The Heart CH6:

Alright beautiful humans this is the last set up before the smutfest coming up. I hope y’all enjoy! Thank you to everyone for reading/sharing/commenting I can’t tell you how much I love you <3 Shoutout to @nalgenewhore​ @highqueenofelfhame​ @starseternalnighttriumphant​ for always letting me throw ideas at them!

Two months passed slowly for everyone, all struggling in their own ways...

For Fenrys it was filled with excitement. Each day brought him closer to *finally* being able to touch the girl who had been his every thought. Their conversations were so easy it was as if he’d found his best friend in a woman he’d yet to meet officially. They Skyped when they could, Snapchatted daily, and shared nearly every part of themselves. It was wonderful, and yet… 

For Rowan it was agony. He was, on the outside, the same as he’d always been. Indifferent, ruthless, focused; Inside he was burning. Every time he saw Aelin on their now regular group-Skype chats, when he saw a new picture of her effortless form on Instagram, when Fenrys went on and on about her… He felt like he couldn’t breath. He had no right to feel anything but happy for his friends, and yet… 

For Aelin it was pure confusion. She loved her growing relationship with Fenrys, he was someone rare. A bright light in the darkness of her heart, a smile on a bad day, a joke at an inopportune moment, a shoulder to lean on. He had, by some miracle, become someone she could trust completely. He filled a hole in her heart that yearned for an easy friendship. Fenrys was undoubtedly the most simple part of her life, or he should have been. They flirted constantly, that was their way, and she knew he had gone into this arrangement harboring feelings. It was that knowledge that twisted in her gut in the early hours of the morning when she found herself staring at a picture of green eyes, imagining what it would be like to know the man behind him. She adored Fen, and yet…

HOMECOMING:

Aelin:

The ball wasn’t for another few days. The Cadre, Fen had informed her, had to debrief first (checking in equipment, finalizing reports, etc.) before they’d sign out for leave. Knowing their list of post-deployment requirements didn’t stop the girls from demanding to know when it was the boy’s plane landed. And so she found herself wearing a simple outfit, high-waisted skinny jeans, white KEDS, and a white crop top, standing alongside Lys and Elide in the airport. They held a giant sign, complete with glitter and lights, that read “We finally met, the wait’s been crazy, get your asses over here & hug us maybe?” It was so stupid they were still laughing, and yet it felt like the only way to welcome them home. 

“Their plane just landed!” Aelin squealed while reading the arrivals board for the hundredth time. “How’s my hair?”

“Flawless,” Elide responded before adjusting her bra. “Do these look perky enough to you?”

“You could see them from space El,” Lys laughed and threw her a knowing look. 

“It’s not too much is it? I want him thirsty. I brought a jacket if you think it’s too much?”

“Babe, he is going to fall to his knees and worship at your feet the moment he sees you, regardless of how much breast is showing,” Lysandra assured her.

“No jacket,” Aelin added.

A new wave of people were shuffling through through the entryway to baggage claim. A number of them began pulling out their phones upon seeing the 3 famous women and their adorably large sign. This whole endeavour, like much of their lives, was popular knowledge in Orynth and the crowd gathered to watch. Aelin was bouncing on her toes, eyes scanning for a glimpse of, THERE-

The crowd before them parted and 6 gloriously tall men in uniform, duffle bags slung over their shoulders, looked up at the same time the gathered crowd began to clap. Smiles danced across their tired faces, that was all it took. Aelin took off running, her long golden hair streaming behind her as she made a b-line for Fenrys. With a screech, she jumped onto him, legs locked behind his back and arms thrown over his shoulders. He had dropped his bag just in time to catch her lithe form, and he spun her around laughing. Aelin pulled back from his shoulder and smiled brightly, “Hey you.”

“Ace,” Fen shook his head. “This is- Gods, this is amazing!” Aelin threw her head back and laughed. As she righted herself her eyes drifted just over his shoulder and found Rowan’s, his jaw was clenched. For a moment she thought she saw a flash of something flit across his face before he wiped it clean with an easy smile. She slid out of Fenrys’ grasp. And looked over in time to see Elide walk right up to Lorcan and smile in an almost lethal way.

“Salveterre,” she purred.

“Lochan,” he grinned back, his eyes sliding to her chest and back up to her lips in a way that made Aelin wish she could have a shower.

A small and slightly awkward silence followed the exchange as the remaining members of the group seemed to realize they were still in the center of a crowd of onlookers. Aelin tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned from Fenrys.

“Let me grab your bags, we have our cars out front. I know you’ll have to go back to base soon but would you care to have a beer first?” She asked reaching for Fenrys’ duffle, which he promptly tore from her hands and swung over his shoulder.

“Boys?” he asked behind him, and was met with a chorus of “Gods yes”

They made their way towards the doors, the crowd parted with cameras flashing and the girls smiled demurely. The Cadre, unaccustomed to such publicity waved and smiled, though the Moonbeam twins and Vaughn seemed to be the most at ease. Aelin, her left arm linked with Fenrys, chanced a look over her shoulder and found Rowan already staring at her. She smiled and jerked her head, Rowan made his way to her other side. Her stomach dropped.

“ Welcome home Buzzard,” her voice coming out slightly breathless, her eyes were still lost in his. Rowan smirked, a slow and sensual thing, and leaned down towards her. 

“ Thanks princess,” his voice was smooth like aged whiskey, and his breath was hot on the shell of her ear. Fire shot straight from her flushed cheeks to her core. She looked down at her feet before she turned back, only to realize he’d fallen back in line with the others behind her. Breathe. Fenrys was telling Lysandra a funny story involving a port-o-potty and a helicopter when she tuned back into the conversation. Aelin laughed, and led the boys to the cars, all the while she felt Rowan’s gaze searing through her back. 

They helped the Cadre load their bags into the back of the SUV’s and found seats. Elide was driving Lorcan, Connall, Vaughn and Lysandra to the bar, the others found themselves with her. Fenrys in her passenger seat, and Gavriel behind him, which meant that Rowan with his unending gaze was directly behind her. Aelin took a steadying breath as she moved the car into reverse, using the camera in the dash to avoid her rearview mirror. 

“Where too?” Fenrys asked when they’d finally pulled onto the main drive from the airport.

“Mistward okay with you? We haven’t eaten yet and I need fries,” Aelin laughed looking to Fenrys for approval.

“Gods yes, you know it’s our spot,” he winked.

She turned her eyes back to the road for a moment, then to her rearview mirror. Rowan was already staring. Shit.  Eyes locked on her, his thumb tracing slow lines along his bottom lip, he quirked an eyebrow in question, and Aelin looked back to the road, heart racing. 

Be. Fucking. Casual. Gods. she silently reprimanded herself, even though she thought she may be burning out of her own skin.

“Fen, find some music yeah?” she asked, reaching up to adjust her mirror as nonchalantly as possible. A chuckle rumbled just behind her head. Apparently not as casual as I thought. 

Fuck. 

I need a drink.

Fingers white-knuckling her steering wheel, Aelin drove on to Mistward…

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THE BALL:

Rowan:

The military trains special forces in the art of withstanding torture. Rowan had been waterboarded, put in stress positions, kept awake for days at a time, and starved. He passed every test of will doled out by his trainers with top marks, never once did he break, remembering only to state his name, branch, and ID number like a mantra: 1SGT Rowan Whitethorn. Terrasen Army. ID #8675309.…. But this? This was something new.

They had all met at Fenry’s place to await the limo the women had sent to fetch them for the ball.In typically dramatic fashion, the girls informed them that they’d meet them there. Apparently they wished to “make an entrance.” When the limo rolled up the Cadre piled inside, a chorus of “fuck yes” coming as they saw bottles of expensive champagne waiting on ice inside the stretch SUV. Dressed to the nines in their uniforms (white pants with a green stripe down the leg, a black coat featuring their medals, white dress shirt and black bow-tie, a “Cadre Cord” of braided green rope adorning their right shoulders) the men turned up the 80’s rock and binged on champagne. 

Rowan had 2 glasses before they even pulled up to the event center, he knew he was going to need it. The building was tall, glass covering the entire side the vehicle pulled up too. Inside they could see hundreds of their fellow men and women in uniform bustling with their dates through the reception line and standing at the windows to watch the scene before them. Because it was a fucking scene. 50 paparazzi, cameras flashing, greeted the Cadre as they made their way outside to await the girls. Rowan felt positively overwhelmed by the number of questions being thrown their way and found himself praying to the Gods that the women would show soon, I just need to get the fuck inside and get a drink, he thought. With a flurry of movement the cameras spun from the Cadre as a black stretch SUV the same as the one in which they arrived pulled up to the curb. Rowan could feel hundreds of eyes on them inside the building, the knowledge made him uncomfortable. His entire job was based on stealth.

His heart already beating out of his chest, Rowan fixed his eyes on the door the driver opened and as if in slow motion the girls made their way out. Lysandra was first, her stunning curves were painted in a deep green velvet. The sweat-heart neckline fitting perfectly around her breasts, a luscious diamond and emerald necklace at her neck. The color made her eyes so bright, Rown found himself nodding appreciatively. 

“I’ve got this one, boys” Gavriel’s said as he adjusted his tie and made his way to link arms with Lysandra. She smiled, and thanked him as they stopped to pose with Connall and Vaughn for the photographers. 

The next out of the limo was Elide. Swathed in a positively sinful black lace gown with a slit high on her thigh, she tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder and held out her hand. Rowan choked on a laugh as Lorcan nearly fell over himself trying to reach her, and as she wrapped her arm in his she winked, that blush Rowan had seen only once in his life making a second appearance. Oh, he is so fucked. 

Rowan held his breath as a long tan leg emerged from the vehicle, Fenrys waiting at the ready. Rowan stood back, not allowing himself close, and doing his best to look nonchalant as Aelin stepped out. His stomach hit the floor nearly as fast as his jaw. She was a fucking vision, bathed in gold sequins. Her wavy golden hair falling loosely around her shoulder, dripping diamond earrings hanging from her ears. The camera flashes playing off the dress seemed to make her catch fire. Rowan didn’t think he could breathe. A red lipped smile stretched wide across her face as Fenrys hugged her. Rowan’s jaw clenched at the contact, that lucky fucking bastard.

The couple turned away from him to pose for the cameras, and that’s when Rowan died. Where’s the fucking rest of it? He thought. How the fuck am I going to do this. The gold clinging to her body like liquid metal stopped at her sides, coming to a point so low he could see the dimples above her perfectly shaped ass. Breathe. Rowan told himself as his eyes traveled the expanse of bronze skin. He wanted to taste her. He wanted suck bruises into the skin as he bent her over the table in the middle of the ba- Not. Your. Date. Think of anything else. Naked old ladies. Dead bodies. Water boarding. FUCK.

“Buzzard!” He was pulled from his thoughts by the voice that haunted his every waking moment. He lifted his gaze to find Aelin smirking, one eyebrow hitched in challenge. He’’d been caught staring at her ass. Fuck. “Get your ass over here.”

He slowly walked up to Aelin’s other-side, and did his best to calm his nerves as the cameras continued photographing the group. I forgot about the fucking cameras, he thought just as Aelin slid her arm slowly into the crook of his elbow. He felt his breath catch and his skin burn through the jacket he had on. 

“And who’s this?” a voice yelled behind the wall of flash.

“Oh just some old man Fen here found in the desert. The stairs going into the event looked a little steep I didn’t want him to break a hip, so I figured I’d offer him my hand. It’s my patriotic duty.” Aelin laughed, Fenrys snorted, and Rowan sapped his head to look at her. She was already staring back at him, teeth biting her bottom lip, she winked. Menace…

The party eventually made their way inside, the women signing autographs and posing for pictures alongside other guests. They ate a lovely dinner at their table and listened to numerous speeches. They stood to toast the country, each other, their fucking ancestors, the sun, the Gods and like 12 other things, before finally the night began. Music picked up, lights dropped lower, and the Cadre found their way to the dance floor. Rowan sat at their table on the edge, whiskey in hand, content to sit until they made their way to the after party. Try as he might, he couldn’t help staring at Aelin as she moved her body against Fenrys. Rowan had never been so jealous in his entire life, Fen’s hands low on her hips as her ass was grinding into him. Lysandra and Elide performing nearly the same risque ritual with Gavriel and Lorcan, Rowan shook his head watching the men’s wet dreams come true. As one the three girls facing each other slid down to the floor, laughing as they slowly dragged their way back up their dates; hands on the men’s legs. Fucking tease…

As if she’d heard his thoughts Aelin’s eyes caught his own. He knew what she saw. His tie was loose around his neck, nearly full drink in hand and legs crossed. He looked like an asshole, watching his freinds have the night of their life. She smiled, a small thing just for him and extended her hand finger curling in a “come hither” motion. He shook his head. This was Fen’s date, and the way she was dancing wouldn’t help the growing itch he felt below the belt. 1SGT Rowan Whitethorn. Terrasen Army. ID #8675309.  1SGT Rowan Whitethorn. Terrasen Army. ID #8675309. 1st- fuck it.. he finished his drink in one gulp, fire burning his throat.

He stood up and stalked directly to the woman made of wildfire and clothed in gold. With Fenrys still at her back, he met his brother’s eyes. You good with this bro? He asked in that way men do, Fen mouthed back a “Fuck yeah.” Rowan nodded. The hand she had extended to call him to her grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged. He looked down at her grinding, her head leaned back against Fenrys’ shoulder, as her arms snaked around his neck. Fenrys moved his hands slowly up her sides and around her stomach making room for him to place his hands on her swaying hips. 

The three of them were lost in their own world. Aelin writhing tightly between the two brothers, her eyes locked on his, tongue grazing her lip like a porn star. Keep it up princess, and I’ll take you on this fucking floor in front of the whole world. I don’t give a shit whose date you are. His lust addled brain was fighting for control. She was extraordinary. She was trouble..

...1SGT Rowan Whitethorn. Terrasen Army. ID #8675309…

Her nails digging into his neck and shoulders.

...1SGT Rowan Whitethorn. Terrasen Army. ID #8675309…

Biting her bottom lip.

...1SGT Rowan Whitethorn. Terrasen Army. ID #8675309…

Rubbing against his groin, in smooth practiced movements. 

Rowan was in heaven. 

Rowan was in hell. 

Rowan Whitethorn, was fucked.

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#stth au #rowaelin fic #rowaelin

[fenrys-moonbeam-lochan]

Rescue

Summary: Rowan gets rescued from his captors and Lorcan, despite being Lorcan, can be a reassuring presence. 

Ao3

Part of my Tog Comfortember 2020

XXX

Drip

Drip

Drip

Rowan focused on the sound of the dripping water, in tandem with his throbbing body, so he wouldn't fall asleep

He had lost track of the amount of time he had spent in the small room, shackled and screwed into the ground by iron. His captors would come in sporadically, either to shove some food down his throat or to beat him vigorously. At first, he had been able to keep track of their coming and going, of the time he was spending in the room but the fever and the eventual infection from his wounds had won out. His healing could no longer keep up and he was having a hard time staying awake.

Drip

Drip

Drip

But as long as he focused- as long as he focused on the dripping sound near his ear, on the pain in his body, he wouldn't fall asleep.

How long can you stay awake? How long before you succumb?

Rowan shook his head to dispel the thought. He was tired and feverish, if he fell asleep now, he would not wake up. He just had to- he just had to-

Drip

Drip

Drip

He had to stay awake and hope to god someone came for him, hope that one of his males would find him.

Just stay awake. He had to stay awake.

His eyes were starting to close again when he heard the door open. He waited for someone to slap him awake or dump cold water on him, for the taunting and the kicking. None of that came.

Instead, there was a gentle hand on his cheek and someone was speaking to him softly.

"Rowan. Stay awake. We will get you out of here,"

The voice sounded familiar to him but his head hurt so badly that Rowan could not think enough to place it.

Another hand shook him a little harder, accompanied by a harsher voice.

"Rowan. Open your goddamn eyes,"

Rowan forced open his eyes and saw two heads over him. One fair and the other darker.

Gavriel. Lorcan.

They had come for him.

The relief that flowed through his body was so great that his body sagged down in their arms and his eyes started to close again. He could hear them trying to keep him awake but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Rowan could finally sleep

xxx

Awareness came to Rowan slowly, soft light flitting into his eyes. Soft breathing and gentle snoring were the first things that reached his ears and eventually so did ht heartbeats of his companions.

He opened his eyes and tried to move through doing so sent a wave of pain through him. Looking down he could see that most of his body was in a cast, his left arm unmovable.

It was sunset time and bathed in the light from the window, were his fellow commanders. Vaughan and Gavriel were asleep on the couch opposite his bed. The twin wolves were curled on the right of his bed and at the left of his bed was Lorcan, sitting up and reading reports. Keeping guard as he always did, the paranoid bastard.

"Hey," murmured Rowan, voice coming out dry and rough.

Lorcan nodded and picked up the jug of water on his nightstand, filling up a glass for him. He then carefully helped him up to drink, holding his head with one hand and the glass with the other.

"There you go," said Lorcan, putting away the glass, "Do you want the report now or later?"

Rowan snorted. This was one good thing about Lorcan being the only one awake. Vaughan would silently watch over him, Gavriel would play mother hen and the twins would annoy him into a reaction, all of which was fine if he was in any other situation. However, stuck in a cast and unable to move, Rowan would have gone mad. Lorcan's noticble presence, quiet but firm tone and to the point conversation was what he needed.

"Lay it on me, Commander,"

Lorcan chuckled quietly but went on with his report.

"We got you out of the Eastern Kingdom and left behind many bodies. There are some more forts left and we have been talking about a plan to go back and finish what we started there,"

He then briefly explained what they knew but then moved on to his injuries and recovery period. According to him, there were many breaks that healed badly and would need time to be healed properly. Maybe two to three weeks.

"You fever and infection has gone away though since we brought you back two days ago with no lasting issues, so that's good news,"

Rowan sighed which then turned into a yawn, "I'm going to be stuck here for a while aren't I?"

"Hmm," said Lorcan, "Don't worry, I'm sure Fenrys will keep you entertained,"

"Right," muttered Rowan, letting out another yawn

"Lay back down, Whitethorn," said Lorcan, "You need the rest,"

Rowan nodded allowing Lorcan to help into a laying position, holding his hand as he got comfortable. Once that was done and Lorcan went to pull away, Rowan found himself unable to let go for some unfathomable reason.

Well, this was embarrassing.

Lorcan, for his credit, only grinned and shook his head, "Don't worry Prince, we'll watch over you,"

Just then, Vaughan let out a loud snore, making Gavriel also make a breathy sound in his sleep.

"Well," said Lorcan, "I'll watch over you all of you. Go to sleep now, asshole,"

Lorcan Speak for: I won't let anyone hurt you. You're safe here.

Rowan nodded and closed his eyes, sleep finding him more quickly than he had expected.

#comfortember 2020 #rowan #rowan whitehorn #lorcan #Lorcan Salveterre #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #tog #lorcan salvaterre

[highqueenofelfhame]

I just had like....a really fucking shitty day, and I really need something to take my mind off of it, so if you could write like a really quick Rowaelin drabble of literally anything or if you have like a snippet of a WIP or something that would be really awesome

Here’s a snippet. I hope this is able to bring a little joy to your day. I’m sorry it was a rough one but we will get through it. I love you.

““Are you listening?” Lorcan asked from the end of the table, throwing a crumpled ball of paper at Rowan that whacked him in the temple before tumbling to the floor. Rowan didn’t so much as look up from the palm of his hand.

“Not at all,” he answered honestly, albeit flatly, after running his tongue over his teeth. It had been like that in every meeting so far this week, Rowan squinting at the back of his hand like the numbers might reappear despite his shower, despite having had washed his hands twice more since this morning. The only number he could vaguely make out anymore was a six, followed by a smudge.

Rowan had spent the last several days retracing the steps he’d made with the beautiful young woman. Every stop they had made, he went back to in hopes that someone would know the elusive golden blonde that hadn’t given him so much as a name. All of his thoughts were occupied by her: her beauty, her free-spirit, her laughter among many other sounds he’d drawn out of her all night.

The faded phone number on the palm of his hand.

“I said we have a new client coming any minute now; she’s an actress on a new TV show that’ll start airing soon. Obviously she wants a good attorney in her pocket.

“What’s her name?” Rowan asked, sighing as he sat up a little, his thumb subconsciously brushing over where the faded ink remained on his palm.

“Diana -”

“Brackyn,” a female voice finished for Lorcan, a voice that Rowan recognized and whipped his head around to look at. It was her, by some Gods blessed coincidence. The girl he had been searching for. The girl that had scribbled on his hand while he slept and slipped out the door without another word.

“Diana.” He turned her name over in her mouth, cherishing the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. By the way her lips twitched up at the corners, it seemed she quite liked the way it sounded dripping off his lips.

“Rowan,” she greeted, taking the seat next to him at the long boardroom table. Behind her, a blonde man that looked eerily like Diana edged into the room and took the seat on her opposite side, and Fenrys sat across from Rowan. He should have been more professional, he knew, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her face.

She was just as beautiful today as she had been over the weekend, her lashes long and thick with mascara and hardly a stitch of makeup elsewhere. Her freckles shone through, and when she wrinkled her nose the silver hoop caught the light.

When his eyes dipped to her mouth, she licked her lips slowly and said: “You didn’t call.” Sheepishly, Rowan held up his hand, showing her the smudged ink, only for her to let out a soft laugh that filled his lungs with the air he needed to breathe.

“You know each other?” Lorcan asked, shuffling a few papers in a file around on the table.

“I’d say so,” she drawled, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest. In the navy blue three-piece suit that she wore, she looked more in charge of the firm than any of the men at the table despite the lack of shirt beneath her vest. Rowan was fairly sure that every man’s eyes had followed the opening down to where it came to a point between her breasts, the pocket chain catching their eyes one button below. The white patent shoes she wore only brought out the pinstripes in the suit, and when she crossed her legs Rowan, Fenrys, and Connall all found themselves watching the movements closely. A soft smile played on her lips as she finally leaned forward and rested her chin in her hand.

“Miss. Brackyn, we are more than willing to give you all of our best assets, and —“

“And who is your best asset? My research pointed to Whitethorn, Salveterre, and F. Moonbeam, but Whitethorn is out,” she held a hand out to her side, only for Aedion to sidle up to her and drop a folder into her hand. Rowan frowned, shifting in his chair to look at her face.

“I’m out?”

“I can’t date my attorney, can I?” She said flatly, an arched brow shooting in his direction. It took everything in him to not start where he sat, but he couldn’t hide the way his brows rose sharply. “So Salvaterre and F. Moonbeam. Who is who?”

“I’m Lorcan Salvaterre, this is Fenrys —“

“I want him.” A long, black fingernail pointed across the table to the golden-haired man. “He’s pretty to look at.” Lorcan looked irritated at the head of the table, and it amused Rowan to no end. It wasn’t often that Lorcan met his match in attitude and sass; most people being too scared of him to interrupt him once — much less twice in sixty seconds.”

all I ask of you:

Their fingers were laced as they walked back to the tavern hotel under the soft and silvery glow of the moon. They were quiet, both of them still reeling from the several times they had made love on the beach and in the ocean, the sex much slower and sweeter than anything they had done lately. It was an exploration of each other’s minds, bodies, and souls until they were so entwined there was no separating one from the other.

It was bliss.

Upon arriving back at the room, Aelin sat on the edge of the bed and eyed the man that she was positive, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was her soulmate. Rowan took the few steps to stand in front of her, his fingers grazing her jaw as he tilted her chin back to press soft kisses to her lips. Aelin smiled against his mouth, her fingers moving to the button on his fatigues. When it popped open, Rowan let out a low laugh.

“You haven’t had enough?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough,” she whispered, groaning when he swept his tongue into her mouth and claimed her the way she wanted. When his hands moved to take off his tactical belt, she shook her head. “Leave it. You look… so fucking sexy.” She bit her lip then, pulling back to look at him in his uniform.

The short sleeves had been rolled twice, fitting just above the bulge of his bicep and emphasizing just how muscular he really was. It was tight across his chest, one of the buttons even pulling slightly like the shirt was almost too tight and gods above did it send a shock of electricity down between her legs

#rowaelin #snippets

[creampuffqueen]

1 for elorcan pleaseeee. the throwback feels is too unreal

Hi Anon! Thanks for the request! I got your other message, and so this little one shot is now

#5 “Take my bed for tonight” (Elorcan)

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Lorcan collapsed onto his bed with a groan, feeling aching in every one of his ancient bones.

By the gods, who knew taking care of children by yourself was so hard?

When Elide was around, it was like all the parenting came naturally to him. He soothed bad dreams, kissed skinned knees, fixed dinner and baths, and fell into bed feeling moderately tired. 

But his wife was away on an important trip; a possible trade alliance with Fenharrow. Children were not welcome, and Elide would never subject a nanny to all of their children for days at a time. 

So that was how Lorcan found himself at home, parenting five little boys all on his own.

The sun had long set, despite the fact it was summertime. Sabron, his six year old son, had refused to go to bed. It had taken three bedtime stories, a tall glass of warm milk, and what felt like a million promises that his mother would be home soon. 

Sighing, Lorcan pulled himself off the bed and made his way to the bathing room for a quick bath. Dalias had had an unfortunate diaper accident earlier, and with all the other kids, Lorcan hadn’t had the time to change shirts.

He soaked in the bath much longer than he’d intended to, and dragged himself out only when the water grew cold and his fingers started to prune. 

He let out a small chuckle. Sometimes thoughts came to him, of what his former self would have thought of this. A wife, five kids, being soft enough to stay in the bath until his fingers wrinkled. Lorcan Salveterre would have laughed.

Lorcan Lochan wasn’t laughing now. Instead he was yawning, hardly bothering to pull on more than a shirt and a pair of boxers before he fell into bed again, and into blissful sleep.

However, the peace didn’t last long.

Barely five minutes after he extinguished the candles and pulled the curtains closed, a tentative knock sounded from the bedroom door. Lorcan reeled in his groan as he moved to answer it.

He’d expected a servant, possibly one bearing a letter. What he was not expecting was a little boy with messy dark hair and a stuffed wolf to be standing outside.

“Sabron? Buddy, what are you doing up?” His son’s face turned in a frown, his dark eyes filled with emotion.

“I can’t sleep. I want Mommy.” Sabron scrubbed at his eyes, betraying just how exhausted he really was. 

“Mommy’s away, Sabie. She’ll be back soon. I promise.” Lorcan bent down to his son’s level, taking one of his little hands and holding it with his own massive ones. 

“But I want Mommy now,” He whined. “I want her to read me a story and tuck me in, like she always does.”

Lorcan let out a small sigh. Of all his children, Sabron was definitely a mommy’s boy. Folas had outgrown Elide’s hugs by the time he was a toddler, but six-year-old Sabron still begged for her to cuddle with him.

“How about this,” Lorcan suggested evenly. “You sleep in me and Mommy’s bed for tonight, and I’ll tell you a story. Will that help you sleep?”

Sabron nodded, rubbing at his face again. His stuffed wolf was held loosely in his hand, like he’d drop it and go to sleep at any moment.

So Lorcan picked up his son, marveling at how right it felt, having his child in his arms, and carried him over to the king sized bed.

Once laid down, Sabron wasted no time in squirming under the blankets, his dark little eyes drooping more and more with every passing minute. Lorcan sat down gently on the bed so as not to jostle him, and laid down as well. 

“Tell me a story, Daddy.” Sabron murmured sleepily. 

Lorcan was quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. Sabron’s eyes closed, and he hugged his plush wolf closer. 

He thought his son had fallen asleep, but after a minute of silence, Sabron’s quiet voice sounded in the dark again. 

“Tell me a story.”

Lorcan pulled his son closer, gently stroking his back as he thought. Finally, he pulled the first story he could think of to the front of his mind. 

He knew Sabron wouldn’t remember it in the morning, but he couldn’t stop himself as the words fell from his lips.

“Once upon a time, there was a half-witch in the forest. And once upon a time, there was a dark warrior, too.”

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Here you go! I really like this one, so I hope you do as well, Anon!

[ao3feed-acotar]

Burning Shadows (Tog Acotar Crossover)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SWIZGq

by Manon_TheWitchQueen_Blackbeak

Set after Empire of Storms and A Court of Mist and Fury

What has Aelin been through in Maeves dungeons? How has she been broken? Aelin flee’s from Maeves dungeon through a Wyrdgaye to find herself trapped away from her people in a strange land full of strange people’s. Who can she trust?

Feyre has been in the Spring Court for a month now, she has sent reports back to the night court through the bond but has no real way to destroy them yet, she’s struggling when a strange unexpected visitor arrives. Can Feyre use this Stranger to save Prythian and the world?

This is a really bad summary but still.

Words: 982, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Mor - Character, Morrigan, Celaena Sardothien | Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, Feyre Acheron, Nesta Acheron, Elain Acheron, Cassian, Azriel, Rhysand, Lucien Vanserra, Tamlin, Amren, Aedion Ashryver, Lysandra, Lysandra Ashryver, fenrys moonbeam, lorcan salveterre, Lorcan Lochan, Elide Lochan, Manon Blackbeak, Kaya Blackbeak, Thea Blackbeak, Ghislaine Blackbeak, Falon Blackbeak, Faline Blackbeak, Asterin Blackbeak, Sorrel Blackbeak, I Can’t Remember The Rest Of The Thirteens Names

Relationships: Celaena Sardothien | Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Rowan Whitethorn, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian, Manon Blackbeak/Morrigan, Elide Lochan/Lorcan Salvaterre

Additional Tags: The Inner Circle - Freeform, Mentions of the Inner Circle (ACoTaR), ACOTAR - Freeform, tog - Freeform, Sarah J Maas, Velaris, Orynth, The Night Court, Terresen

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SWIZGq

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[fireheartblackthorn]

No one will ever be able to fuck a guy up like Elide Lochan fuCKS LORCAN SALVETERRE UP YESSSSSS KWEEN 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

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[maastrash]

Making it Official

I am still not satisfied with this but oh well hope you enjoy anyways! based on the song boyfriend by ariana grande!

thanks to @verryberriess for help as usual hehe

“Another tequila please,” Elide drawled as she placed her elbows onto the bar, resting her pounding head on the cool surface.

The night had just begun and the dingy bar was already spinning thanks to her 5 other shots. It was Aelin’s 25th birthday and the whole group had come out to celebrate despite their busy work schedules. Elide barely had time to let loose, but when she could, she took full advantage of the situation. 

Lysandra was happily perched on Aedion’s lap sipping a neon green margarita and Aelin was already dragging a reluctant Rowan to the dimly lit dance floor. Fenrys and Connall even seemed to be having a good time flirting with 2 girls in the back corner. 

But that wasn’t really what Elide was focused on. No, all her attention was on Lorcan Salveterre, especially since a a tall blond -- who was practically Victoria Secret model material  -- flirtatiously placed a hand on his chest. 

She knew she had absolutely no right to be jealous. She wasn’t his girlfriend and he certainly wasn’t her boyfriend. 

But, it was complicated, to say the least.

A couple months ago at Lysandra’s birthday, Elide had gotten shitfaced. Lorcan, being the chivalrous guy he was, had walked her home. They’d been friends for years, but if Elide was being honest, she had always had a little crush on the broody man. 

That night the alcohol finally gave her the courage to make a move. And luckily, Lorcan being tipsy himself and had easily reciprocated. Reciprocated all night in fact.

After that, they had become friends with benefits of sorts. Nobody in the group knew about them. It was casual. 

Casual meant they were not exclusive in any way, but she still couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when she saw Lorcan brush a stray hair behind the stranger’s ear. 

Gods above she truly was an absolute trainwreck. Elide quickly took her shot, embracing the burn of the tequila as it cascaded down her throat and warmed her stomach. She didn’t want to think about Lorcan since he clearly wasn’t thinking about her. 

It sucked being halfway with him, but she did it to herself. Now she wanted to be more than friends with someone who only saw her as an occasional fuck buddy. And there was no way she would ruin their friendship over her stupid feelings. Pathetic pining would have to do. 

Elide thought the alcohol take her mind off of everything, but instead, she was drowning herself in self pity. Seeing the girl brush a kiss to Lorcan’s cheek was just the icing on her miserable cake. It was too much. Before she knew what she was doing she was stumbling off the barstool and walking out into the cool night. 

She soon found herself sitting on the sidewalk, too unsteady to stand for long. She watched the city lights twinkle before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Gods knew she needed it. 

It had barely been 5 minutes before a familiar voice rang out. 

“Getting some fresh air?” Lorcan asked. 

“Something like that,” she answered, her eyes still closed. 

She felt Lorcan drape his warm leather jacket over her bare shoulders and slowly sit down beside her. 

When she turned to look at him he just shrugged. “You looked cold,” he said as if it was obvious. 

Him being such a good friend only made this harder for her. 

“Go inside,” she tried to say it firmly, but her voice was too quiet. 

Instead of listening, his 6’4 self, scooted, actually scooted to be closer to her. 

She might’ve laughed if she wasn’t so upset. “Damn it, Lorcan. I don’t want you here.”

She almost felt bad that the hurt flashing across his face brought her satisfaction. Almost. Maybe he deserved to feel the pain she constantly felt for once. 

“Elide did I do something?” He looked concerned and she absolutely hated it. He had no right. 

“No,” she said, crossing her arms and turning away from him. 

“Well you know you can tell me anything right.”

“No. I actually can’t.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Why not?”

Elide rolled her eyes. This man was so dense. “Because I am too drunk for this and I’ll definitely regret it.”

“That’s also what you said that night at your place,” he laughed softly, as he nudged her elbow, clearly trying to lighten the mood. 

Elide forced her cheeks not to flush at his suggestive words and instead made her voice ice cold as she said, “Well, maybe that was a mistake too.”

Lorcan’s smile quickly faded. “Seriously, Elide, what’s going on?”

Elide’s face heated. Whether it was from the alcohol or the frustration she couldn’t tell. All she knew was she couldn’t keep it in any longer. She had to tell him. “Fine,” she said, her voice deadly calm despite her thundering heart. “I thought I could be casual with you, Lorcan, but I can’t. It literally kills me seeing you with other girls. It is so unbearably hard being just your friend.”

Shock flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure. “Are you joking?”

Elide stood abruptly, his jacket falling from her shoulders and onto the sidewalk. “Seriously? I confess my feelings and you think I’m joking? Real nice of you,” she snapped before turning on her heel and walking away from him. 

She didn’t get far before Lorcan grabbed her hand. 

“Elide no that’s not what I meant.”

The desperation in his voice made her stop. 

“What the hell is ‘are you joking’ supposed to mean then?” 

“I was just surprised because,” he paused. “Because I love you Elide. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” At her doubtful expression he added, “I literally lose my mind thinking about you. I really didn’t know you felt the same way. Trust me, if I had, I would’ve made a move a long time ago.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor as she shook her head in disbelief. “You’re just saying that.” 

He tilted her face gently so their eyes met. “I smile randomly thinking about you Elide. I’m never happier than when I’m with you and I can say with 100% confidence that I am in love with you.” 

She was unable to fight her smile. Lorcan loved her. He really loved her. 

“I know we’re not official and I’m not your boyfriend but - “

“But you could be,” she finished for him. “If you’d like that I mean,” she quickly corrected.

He smiled softly before pressing a soft kiss to her lips and pulling her closer. 

“I’d like that very much.” 

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