#elorcan week 2022

[lady-riel]

"What the fuck am I doing in your bed" - Elorcan fic

Summary: Elide unexpectedly finds herself in a bed that isn't hers. One shot.

Read on AO3.

What the fuck am I doing in your bed

Self-loathing and guilt burned at the edges of the dark hole in Lorcan’s chest, the hole that had grown with every passing day that Elide ignored him, as she walked past him silently after another meager dinner of stale bread and cheese.

He played her words on the beach over and over in his head. Knew them to be true. Each time they echoed in his mind, the hole seared and grew larger.

Later in the night, after his first watch was relieved by Gavriel, Lorcan threw himself down on his bedroll, determined to find oblivion from his own personal hell, even for just a few hours.

It seemed like he had barely shut his eyes and found sleep when a sound woke him. And a scent near him. Elide.

When he had walked back to his bedroll earlier, he’d tossed a glance at her, fast asleep on the other side of their little camp. His usual habit. The only time he could look at her without risking an irritated sigh or the way she’d turn her head away from him, as if he wasn’t even worth her sight, let alone her time.

Now her scent inundated his senses. The familiar cinnamon and elderberry was soaked in fear. He jerked up on one elbow to look at her where she kneeled beside his bedroll.

Her eyes were oddly half-lidded, her lips slack. Lorcan’s brow furrowed.

“Elide?” he whispered cautiously.

But she didn’t give any response, nor did her face give any indication that she heard. Then he realized—she wasn’t actually awake. She was sleepwalking.

His eyebrows shot up as Elide, unceremoniously, and without word or warning, crawled into his bed.

Lorcan, shocked to his core, automatically opened his arms as she curled up against him, burying her face in his chest. A deep sigh gusted out of her lungs, the scent of fear ebbing away with it. Slowly, hesitantly, he drew her tight against him. He brushed his lips over her forehead, still unsure if he should touch her like that, if she’d jump up and tear him a new one, lash him to shreds with that tongue of hers.

But his yearning was too strong, and the way Elide’s hand gripped his shirt as she leaned closer into his body assuaged his fear, so he risked it, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin of her brow. And was rewarded with another little sigh that escaped her lips. Longing rushed through his body, and he prayed to his dark god that this wouldn’t be the only time he got to hear those sounds.

She must have had a nightmare, he realized. One that drove her out of her bed still half-asleep and...into his. He turned it over in his mind as he held her, a calloused thumb stroking softly over the skin of her arm.

He lay awake for a long time, watching her, and when finally sleep claimed him, there was a faint smile on his face.

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“What the FUCK am I doing in your bed?!”

Small hands smacked against his chest as Lorcan jumped awake, his arms tightening around Elide instinctively.

She pushed at him again, and he let go of her, finally awake.

“What the hell are you playing at?” she hissed at him as she extricated herself from his limbs, which were tangled with hers, and his blanket, which he had wrapped tightly around her back to keep out the night cold.

His eyes narrowed at her accusation. “I’m not playing at shit, Elide. You’re the one who crawled into my bed in the middle of the night.”

“I did NOT!” she exclaimed hotly. Crimson flooded her cheeks, and Lorcan couldn’t help but drink in the sight, the brilliant color set off against her milky skin.

“You did,” he said evenly. “I’m fairly certain you were sleepwalking.”

Elide scrambled away from his bedroll in a huff. “Clearly,” she seethed, “I was unconscious and out of my mind.”

Lorcan’s eyes lingered on her figure as she limped away. He collapsed back on the blankets, running his hands through his hair in irritation, smothering a curse. But the bedroll beneath him still smelled of her, and he inhaled deeply, trying to let it settle him. His thoughts drifted back to earlier when she lay in his arms, the feeling of her pressing closer against his body. It glowed inside him, a little ember illuminating centuries of darkness.

All day, riding, walking, going from town to town, tavern to tavern, as Elide tried to glean more news of Maeve, as Gavriel cooked, as Rowan brooded, as Lorcan collected wood and stood silent watch, all day that tiny ember warmed him, the feel of her imprinted on his arms like a tattoo. Like a branding.

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Two nights later, it happened again. The same odd half-open eyes. The same scent of fear wrapped around her.

Lorcan knew he’d pay for it in the morning, but when Elide slipped to his side and lay down beside him, he didn’t hesitate to pull her in his arms and tug her flush against his body.

And same as the other night, the smell of fear dissipated. She hummed softly in her sleep. A sigh. Just one word spilling from her lips. “Lorcan.”

Heat cracked his chest open. It had been so long since he’d heard her say his name.

Elide snuggled even closer, and he kissed her forehead, once, twice. If he was going to hell in the morning, Lorcan decided, he might as well make it worth it. He lifted a hand from her back and ran it down the glossy length of her hair, reveling in the silky threads that he carded between his fingers.

He didn’t go to sleep that night. There was no way in hell that he was going to miss one minute of time to stare at her freely, especially not when he knew that he’d get a very different Elide when she woke.

A strange thought darted through his mind that it would continue on this way. Two Elides. One by day who hated him, who glared at him, who split him apart on her sharp tongue; and another by night who sought comfort, who sighed his name, who burrowed into his chest like she couldn’t get close enough.

When the faint light of dawn stole over the eastern sky, Elide began to stir in Lorcan’s arms. She gave a great sigh, a small contented smile spreading on her face as she exhaled. One of her hands relaxed from where it had fisted Lorcan’s shirt all night, and her palm smoothed absently over the hard planes of his chest.

Fireworks exploded in Lorcan’s stomach. He hardly dared move a muscle.

Elide’s eyes snapped open, the realization of what she was doing washed over her expression. She snatched her hand away from his chest like it was hot iron.

“How dare you,” she spat, enraged all over again.

“Sweetheart,” Lorcan growled, “you’re the one who came to my bed, and you’re the one groping me like a piece of meat.”

She scrambled out of the circle of his arms with a glare. “Don’t worry. It’s never going to happen again,” she flung out venomously.

Lorcan watched her walk away, the hole in his chest a strange contrast to the sparks blazing in his stomach.

But of course it did happen again. The following night. Lorcan really couldn’t believe his luck. And in the morning Elide let out an exasperated noise, disentangled herself, and stalked away with a dark look on her face, this time not even bothering to berate him.

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Elide shot upright in her bed. Her heart pounding a rhythm like a stampede. Her hands shaking. Dread and fear and helplessness twisted nauseatingly in her gut.

The tendrils of her nightmare still clung to her: the familiar bite of shackles, her uncle’s cruel voice, the sound of guards laughing at her while they threw her underclothes back and forth between them, the feel of their hands pinching rudely.

Elide tried to push the images away. Tried to take deep gulps of cool night air. Calm down, she told herself sternly.

But her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and the sense of doom that gripped her, that churned in her stomach, didn’t let up. Her vision spun. She gasped, trying desperately to catch a breath.

Lorcan.

The name bubbled up in the midst of the swirling mess of her mind and she held onto it like a lifeline. Like the only thing in the darkness that was solid. But it wasn’t enough.

Lorcan.

His name rose again, breaking through the surface of her panic. Finally she gained some small measure of control over herself, and crept on quivering legs over to his bedroll.

Her breathing was harsh and ragged, shallow, and when her knees dropped to the ground beside him, he jolted awake.

“Elide?” His voice was sleep-roughened.

Tears coursed down her cheeks, and her hands shook violently. “I—I—”

Lorcan inhaled sharply. He pulled the corner of the blanket back and stretched out a hand towards her. “Come here,” he said in a soft voice. A voice she’d never heard from him. Colored in tenderness.

Maybe she would have hesitated a week ago. Maybe she would have hesitated if her mind wasn’t so addled with panic. But she didn’t. She crawled into his bed and buried her face in his chest as he drew the blanket over her, gathering her trembling form into his arms.

“Breathe, Elide,” he murmured. His hands drew soothing circles over her back. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Elide tried, but her inhales were jagged and her exhales shallow. Darkness swarmed her and the world spun.

“Breathe.” This time was an order, and the sheer dominance in the word overwhelmed the terror coursing through her and made something in her blood stand at attention.

She inhaled, a real breath.

“Let it out slowly,” Lorcan instructed, his tone gentler.

She did, pursing her lips and letting the air slowly seep out of her.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Good girl. Again.”

Elide took another breath. She felt the rise and fall of Lorcan’s chest and tried to match his rhythm. His hand didn’t stray from her back. Slowly, the panic ebbed and her breathing eased back to normal.

She felt Lorcan’s lips brush over her forehead. Not kissing her, but a whispering caress that made every muscle in her body loosen. A relaxation that somehow eased her even closer into his body, her softness slotting into his angles. Elide wondered what she was doing and at the same time couldn’t bring herself to care.

Although the panicked fear had receded from her body like a flash flood, it left her exhausted, shipwrecked.

She slept.

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Elide floated up into consciousness, a peaceful weight surrounding her. A sense of safety she hadn’t known in many years.

Onyx eyes met hers when she woke fully. Crowded eyes. Full of wariness and tenderness, fear and hope. Regret. Reverence. Dread.

The last she knew was on her. He was waiting for her to flay him open, as she had many times these last few weeks and these recent strange mornings waking in his arms.

But today she was quiet. Something in her had quieted. The nightmare from the previous night flashed back through her mind; certainly not the first, nor the first she woke from like that. But usually she was alone. And could deal with them alone. The intensity with which she needed him last night scared her. It had been a long time since she needed someone.

But. It had been a long time since she felt this peaceful, said a little voice in her head. So she watched him, as he watched her, and the sky overhead lightened.

At last Elide withdrew, and Lorcan let her. She rose quietly and limped away.

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Out of the corner of his eye, Lorcan observed Elide readying for bed. She brushed her hair, took off her outer jacket and folded it. Reorganized her pack. The small little things that he knew by heart now.

He watched her putter around with a small mirror, and almost thought she was…dawdling.

But since she didn’t once look his way, Lorcan lay down on his own bedroll, giving up hope that she’d say anything to him, or do anything, or even glance at him. He was almost disgusted with himself, a dog so eager for scraps of attention. A dog, he’d called Rowan. Lorcan grimaced internally. But the feeling didn’t stop his yearning.

Sighing, he closed his eyes. Only to open them when Elide’s scent floated over his face. She stood next to him, staring down, her face unreadable. Neither moved for a long moment. He didn’t even take a breath as he looked up at her.

At last Lorcan lifted the corner of his blanket and tossed it back. An invitation. Letting her choose. If she chose to walk away, fine. He’d survive.

But to his utter shock, Elide lowered herself to the ground with her good ankle, slipping in beside him and curling up against his side.

Moving slowly, as if she were a skittish animal he’d scare off, Lorcan slid one arm over her waist. And when she didn’t object, his other arm slipped under her neck. Going slow as molasses, slower than he’d ever moved in his life, he drew her in closer. Every muscle in his body was taut with anticipation and trepidation alike.

But she let him. Astonishingly. She laid one of her small hands flat on his chest, and he wondered if her human senses could perceive the breakneck pace of his heartbeat.

Elide let out a deep breath, a small contented noise rising from the back of her throat. He angled his head down to gently kiss her brow where it was tucked into the crook of his neck.

One more tiny sigh, and then her breathing evened out. Lorcan brushed another kiss over her pale skin and smiled into the darkness.

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[books-and-draws-eclectic]

[Rowan's view of Elorcan]

Lorcan had been willing to die for Elide. Had been willing to put aside his quest in order for Elide to live.

You make me want to live, Rowan.

He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.

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[hlizr50]

Elorcan Week Day 3 - Shirt Shorts

Celebrating the many uses of Lorcan's shirt!

This fic for @elorcanweek2022 was written from a prompt from @mercarimari

Place It On My Shoulders

Read on AO3 (comments appreciated and loved and coveted)

The first thing Lorcan noticed was how small she looked, her body bent to fit neatly within the frame of the window. Her slender arms enfolded her knees, and he knew that beyond the waterfall of silken midnight she was resting her cheek on one of them, her fathomless dark eyes gazing out over the now-empty battlefield. A killing field that the two of them had been helping to clear of the dead for the last three days. She should be exhausted - sleeping - but she hadn’t even changed out of her gown, and though his breeches tightened remembering the sight of her in something finer than leather and linen smudged with blood and dirt, his dark brows bunched in concern.

That Elide Lochan, indomitable Lady of Perranth and hero of the Battle of Orynth, hadn’t even made an effort to appear that she had even tried to sleep… that small vulnerability gripped his heart.

“I thought you were going to bed,” he murmured, and she started even though his voice had been barely a breath in the night. The colossal male barely gave her a chance to look up, striding over and sweeping her up in his arms. His tiny bride-to-be - a title with which he was still incandescently thrilled and likely irritatingly smug - didn’t even make a sound, though her arms circled his neck and clutched herself tightly to him, as if she was afraid he might disappear.

“Elide,” he whispered, his worry gnawing at him as he carried her into the bedchamber of the sprawling suite. He had teased his warrior Lady that he was lucky to be marrying rich, which had earned him the most delicious, scrunched-nose scowl and a tiny punch to the shoulder. The room was dark, but his fae eyes led them straight to the bed. “I’m going to set you down so I can get us some light. But I won’t be far, and I’ll be quick.” Lorcan felt the need to reassure her, unnerved by the way she so desperately clung to him. But her chin dragged against his chest as she nodded wordlessly, and he pressed a kiss to her brow before placing her on the edge of the mattress.

As he moved through the rooms, lighting enough candles and oil lamps for Elide’s human eyes to see, she still did not utter a single word. When he stopped in front of her she did not look up, expression vacant and eyes distant, and the dark-haired fae wondered if she may be ill or experiencing some sort of delayed shock from the violence and death she’d witnessed these past days… weeks and months, too.

“Elide. My cunning little warrior,” he breathed, kneeling before her and cupping her face in his broad hands. Her lashes fluttered as she blinked, beautiful midnight gaze finally focusing on him. “There you are.” He smiled gently and she whispered his name, a breath of a prayer, her tiny fingers curling around his wrists.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Lorcan brushed onyx strands away from her face, the tendrils having strayed from the rivers of blackest night that flowed over her shoulder. Her focus shifted slightly, eyes darting toward the window.

“I–” Elide’s voice cracked, as if she hadn’t spoken in hours. The fae male dragged his thumbs across her cheeks in encouragement as she swallowed and tried again. “I can’t seem to relax. I know the war is over. I know the danger is past, that Morath is no longer a nightmare looming over my shoulder. That Vernon is dead and I’ll never feel the cold weight of chains on my ankles and wrists.”

It was all Lorcan could do to contain the dark power writhing within him, desperate to break free. It should have concerned him, this desire to watch the world burn for nothing more than the fact that this human woman had not been given the life she deserved. But he knew his fury was warranted - found solace within the rightness of how it felt to be so utterly dedicated to her vengeance and her protection.

Her shoulders rose and fell with a shuddering sigh, and he could feel the tension in her body. Lorcan’s heart cracked when silver glimmered along her lashes. “I’ve been in survival mode nearly as long as I can remember. And I–” Elide choked on her words, and he slid a palm down to her neck, his thumb skating along her jaw. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to pull myself out of that. I don’t want to be afraid forever, Lorcan.” The demi-fae leaned forward, capturing the tear that had escaped against his lips. Then he pressed them gently to Elide’s petal-soft ones and began working deftly at the laces of her bodice. Then he bent to lift the hem of her skirt.

“Can you stand, Elide? Only for a moment, love.” He didn’t have time to cringe against the endearment that would normally feel so foreign and contrived against his tongue. All the dark male knew was that she needed the encouragement, which appeared to work as she slowly rose, allowing him to pull her gown up over her head. Lorcan dropped it atop the bed linens and then gripped his tunic at the back of his neck, pulling it off in one languid, graceful pull. He commanded softly, “Arms up,” as he turned the sleeves the right side out, promptly sliding the billowing sleeves down Elide’s slender arms and letting the garment fall into place, swallowing her to her knees. It had been a revelation, seeing her in one of his shirts for the first time. The sight could bring him to his knees, and yet made him feel like the most powerful male. The wave of possessiveness had been feral and nearly unhinged, and that remained the same now, woven with protectiveness and devotion. Knowing she was so strong, in such a tiny, breakable body… it was often nearly too much to experience all at once.

And how could he forget that she loved wearing it too. She had told him, not long after they had given themselves to each other for the first time, that she would rather wear his tunics than anything else. That the scent of him reminded her that she was safe and loved, and that she could hide her body from wandering eyes and still know that he would know everything that was beneath it. It was that security and adoration that she needed now, and he was glad to sacrifice a shirt to help with that. He swept her up and tossed her dress to the floor, earning a half-hearted grumble as he pulled back the blankets and climbed onto the mattress, cradling his fragile, incredible woman close as he leaned back against the headboard.

“Elide,” he murmured as he tucked her head under his chin and wove his fingers into her silken locks, “even if you weren’t one of the bravest, strongest people I’ve ever known, you would not have to be afraid. You will never be alone again, and I will protect you with all that I am. Let go of your fear. Place it on my shoulders. It is no longer your burden to carry.” The trembling in her taut muscles eased as he combed through her hair, fingertips grazing her back, but she was still wound so tightly, her body unable to recognize that there was no looming threat. But Lorcan thought maybe he knew a way to ease her body and her mind. Grasping her waist, his fingers almost touching as they circled her, he lifted her and turned her to face him, gently placing her back down so her lovely pale thighs were straddling his, a luscious contrast of milky white against supple black leather.

As arousing as the position promised to be, his never-waning desire for her was not part of this moment. This was about Elide - his Elide - and the safety he was determined for her to feel. He held her jaw between his hands, tilting her face up to look at him. Silent tears trailed down her cheeks, but his breath caught when he looked into her shimmering onyx eyes. Through the wetness they shone with such staggering trust that it threatened to steal his breath entirely. To be gifted with such a thing from this woman, who had suffered so much by those who should have earned it easily…

“What are you thinking?” he wondered aloud, his stare boring into her very soul, his heart overflowing with love and light. Things he never thought he would experience. Would deserve. Lorcan kissed her, reveling in the warmth and softness of her lips. “Do you feel safe with me, Elide?” Her tiny, delicate hands rested against his bare chest and slid their way to the back of his neck.

“You are the only person who has ever made me feel safe. Since my parents died,” she answered, a ghost of a smile tilting her mouth. Lorcan moved his hands to her shoulders and began kneading his fingers into them, working against the tension. Her thick lashes fluttered as her eyes closed, her mouth releasing a sinful groan as her head tilted back. And he couldn’t help but chuckle. His arms moved under hers and he began massaging down the the rest of her back.

“Let it fall away, Elide,” he encouraged, leaning in to press tender kisses to the column of her exposed throat. “You are home, in Terrasen. The war is over. You are safe. You are home and surrounded by people who love you and will protect you.” As he worked further down, Elide leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his middle as she burrowed her face into his neck.

“And you have a male at your side who loved you before he even knew what love was. He is a dark, menacing thing, but he will be forever devoted to your protection and your happiness.” She sank into him, her body melting against him as it finally began to relax as he continued to work her muscles and murmur gently to her. Her head shifted slightly, and he felt her lips at the base of his neck.

“I never knew you had such a talent for beautiful words.” Her voice was muffled against his skin, but when he laughed in response he could feel her body shake with a tiny giggle, and the worry that had coiled around his heart began to ease. Lorcan’s palms found the flesh of her thighs and stroked up and down. Slowly. Tenderly. A gentle lover’s caress.

“You needed them,” he replied, the answer obvious to him. The warrior would always be gruff and intimidating. He would likely scowl too often and growl in frustration far too much for what would be expected from the Lord of Perranth. But he would sacrifice his intense reputation and fall upon his knees - be regarded as a simpering fool by the world - if it meant that Elide would be comforted and treasured. Her lips whispered a ‘thank you’ against his skin, and he wound his arms around her, holding her close as her breaths became longer and deeper. Until she finally succumbed to the exhaustion that she had been fighting, likely for days. Lorcan untangled himself from her, careful not to wake her as he slid her onto the bed, and then quickly stood, stretching his arms over his head to remove any kinks from the position he’d been bent into. He plucked Elide’s discarded dress from the floor and draped it over the back of the chair before the fireplace, his own breeches joining it a moment later. With a casual flick of his power he doused the candles and the lamps, the room falling into darkness as he climbed into bed and curled himself around his beautiful Lady, her hands instinctively curling around his arm even in her sleep. And with a smile that he showed so few he pulled her tightly against him and whispered into her hair, “I love you, Elide.”

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[silverflameataraxia]

Just thinking about how Elide trusts Lorcan so much that all the horrors she's been through (the tower, Vernon, her parents' deaths) fade away because she knows that Lorcan will fight tooth and nail to keep her free and he'll never lock her up or hurt her or leave her.

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[leiawritesstories]

It Doesn’t Work Like That

@elorcanweek2022 Day 2: Height Difference 

A quick fic where Elide and Lorcan forget they’re that different in height... 

word count: 575

warnings: none! 

Enjoy!! 

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Rebuilding Perranth Manor was going as well as could be hoped, or so Elide thought as she hurried through the halls, paintbrushes in hand. She’d decided that she was going to paint her and Lorcan’s rooms herself, rather than let the building crew do it, because she wanted their rooms to be more personal. 

Plus, nobody with Fae senses needed to catch a whiff of their bedroom’s scent. 

She hummed to herself as she started the job, old cloths covering the furniture to prevent any paint drops from staining it. Honestly, she found painting kind of soothing, the motion of the brush and the fresh coat of paint on the walls refreshing somehow, like she could actually see progress being made on her home. And she adored the new wall color, a hazel-green shade that Lorcan said reminded him of that tent they’d shared while posing in the carnival troupe. 

The place where he’d fallen for her, and she for him. 

Though neither of them would admit it. 

Elide let herself get absorbed in the painting job, not realizing how much time was passing, not registering the other presence leaning against the doorframe until she happened to glance at the window and realize the sun was setting. Her eyes flicked to the door, and she let out a little shriek. 

“Gods, Lorcan! You scared me!” 

“Apologies,” Lord Lorcan Lochan hummed rather dryly. “Thought you could tell I was here.” 

“Hardly,” she retorted. “I was too busy getting our walls painted.” 

He raised a brow at the room, the walls now painted in the new shade...at least, painted as high as Elide’s head. “Are you, now?” 

She flicked his chest. “Not everyone is as massive as you, Lor.” 

“Never heard you complaining about that,” he purred, winking slyly. 

Her cheeks flared scarlet. “Lor!” 

He laughed. “Ever heard of using a ladder, my love?” 

“Even with a ladder, I couldn’t get up to the ceiling, darling. It doesn’t quite work like that.” 

“Yes, yes, your reach just isn’t tall enough.” 

“Never heard you complaining about that,” she smirked, turning his joke right back at him. 

Lorcan wheezed. “Elide!” 

She cackled, handing him a paintbrush. “And now we’re even. Help me paint, love?” 

“Someone has to make sure the whole wall gets painted,” Lorcan teased, swiping the dry paintbrush across the back of his wife’s neck. 

Elide swore under her breath at the contact, a shiver running down her spine. She knew full well Lorcan’s eyes were trained on her as she shuddered slightly, pretending like the bristles of the paintbrush were his hands. She knew full well that he sucked in a sharp breath, using all of his Fae restraint not to damn the painting project to hell and just take her right there. 

For that, they had the rest of their lives. 

As night fell, Elide tossed her brush into the empty bucket, Lorcan’s following, and leaned back to admire their handiwork. Half-grinning at her, Lorcan swung her up into his arms, holding her bridal style. 

“So you can see the whole wall,” he teased. 

She pinched him. “You’re insufferable, my love.” 

Insufferable or not, it didn’t stop her from grinning as he stole a kiss. Which turned into another kiss, and another and another until the moon was well into the sky and they were tangled in each other’s arms on the bedroom floor, panting and pleasured, drifting into sleep in their newly painted chamber. 

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[daevastanner]

No thoughts. Just Lorcan’s favorite activity being brushing Elide’s hair after a bath.

He’s gotten very good at working out tangles ands gets so wrapped up in the task he’ll begin humming.

#Elorcan #elorcan week 2022

[mystical-blaise]

Elorcan Week Day 3: Shirt Shorts

A one-shot written for @elorcanweek2022 Contains EoS and KoA spoilers

Summary: Elide Lochan goes on a secret, wholly personal quest---to track down and retrieve Lorcan's shirt.

Threads of Fate

Elide limped her way to the front door of the Adarlandian farmhouse, her braid bouncing across her back. Her shoulders back. She told herself to remain confident but cheerful. Approachable.

For the tenth time now, she’d gone up a path and knocked on a stranger’s door, rehashing the same odd question. 

“Pardon me. I’m sorry to bother and intrude. But I was wondering if you could help me.”

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[elorcanweekofficial]

Don't forget Elorcan week, starting in (just under) two weeks!!!

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Elide holding Lorcan's arm, and saying she chooses him <3

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[nikethestatue]

Elorcan Week 2022

Day 1: Favorite Moment

Elide, all bloodied and exhausted, on her period, thinking that Lorcan had left her, killing the Ilken.

That’s a classic moment. 

And Lorcan is like, that’s my girl!

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[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

‘Found you’ (Elorcan week: Day 7 Free Day)

You guys remember my Rowaelin fic when Aelin was a child right? Well guess what? I’m doing it again. This time with Elide and Lorcan.

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Elide covered her mouth, trying to keep the dust from reaching her nose. This little 7 year old was playing hide and seek with her imaginary friend. A friend she came up with a little while ago while she was asleep.

She dreamed that this friend was tall. So tall that he could touch the sky with just a reach of his arm. So tall that this friend would help her to reach the top shelf of a cabinet. But mostly, to hide from her angry uncle so she won’t be so afraid.

She also dreamed that her friend was strong and brave. Because she thought she wouldn’t ever be those things. Someone to help her when she fell. When she needed to be cared for whenever she needed it most. A strong shoulder to cry on when she couldn’t face the day.

Lastly, she dreamed of that friend to be handsome. So handsome she wanted to marry him. That way, when she becomes beautiful, he could take her away from this place and they can run away together. Far away. Where no one could tell them what to do.

Now, that dream had become a reality. The moment she woke up from her bed, a mysterious man was sitting oh a stool looking at her with interest. There he was. Her imaginary friend. She smiled at him and asked, “Are you real?” The man smiled back and lightly squeezed her nose, making Elide giggle.

From that moment on, the two of them played games with each other and talked about their lives. (Well mostly Elide doing the talking sense her friend didn’t speak). Their favorite was hide and seek. Because where ever Elide hid, her friend would always find her.

Now, here she was again, silencing her giggles as she heard foot steps coming to her bed. Elide wiggled her toes in anticipation. “He’ll never find me here.” She whispered thinking that she had won the game. That is until her friend lifted the sheet form the bed revealing her surprised face. Elide squealed and laughed as her friend playfully pulled her from under the bed. “You found me!” She cheered in delight as her friend rolled his eyes and gave her a small kiss on her cheek.

Elide rolled over onto her back like a puppy begging for a belly rub. “Wanna play funny faces?” Funny faces was a game where Elide and her friend would try to pull off the silliest faces ever. Whoever laughs first looses. Elide always lost but she always had fun.

Her friend nodded, already pulled off his first funny face by using his hand to squish his face like a fish out of water. Elide covered her mouth and chuckled a bit but didn’t laugh yet. So she stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes in different directions. Her friend giggled but no sound came out. Still, it was almost a laugh. Her friend put both of his index fingers behind his ear and pushed them forward to make them look like a monkey’s ear. He couldn’t make any sounds but he moved his mouth in different shape to make it look like he was making monkey sounds.

Elide couldn’t take it anymore and was the first one to laugh. Her friend smirked and picked her up, surprising the 7 year old as he spun her around the room like a comet. Elide burst with joy. Never had she ever experienced so much fun in her life. She wished that it would never end.

That is…until he bell chimed.

Her friend froze in place, still holding Elide in the air. The amusement died in his eyes as Elide gasp in fright. Midnight had come. It was time for him to leave. Elide shook her head rapidly. “No no no. Don’t go please. I don’t want you to go. Please stay. Please!” Elide begged as her friend placed her in her bed and pulled the covers over her body. Her friend shook his head slowly, closing her mouth with his finger. Elide felt tears rolling down her face as her friend sadly smiled and kissed them away.

Her friend drew his finger along her forehead to form a sentence. It was how the two of them were able to communicate.

I’ll be back tomorrow

Elide sniffled a bit. “P-Promise?” She asked as her friend nodded and squeezed her nose knowing that it’ll make her giggle. It did. The friend put both of his hands on each side of her head to fall asleep. When Elide was finally asleep, Lorcan sighed. “I’ll found you again. I promise.”

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1) Elorcan in love 🥲

2) Aelin staring dagger eyes at Lorcan and mentally preparing offensive options in case Lorcan hurt Elide, lol

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[rowaelinismyotp]

The 50-yard Line

Masterlist

written for day 7 of @elorcanweek2022

a/n: not edited, sorry if it sucks- i’m trying to get back into the groove of writing. i had this sitting in my drafts for months and elorcan week finally pushed me to finish. also side note cause i just wanted to tell someone: i actually wrote this on paper to get the ideas flowing and it kinda worked!! but it was a pain in the ass to type so i don’t know how i feel about the method. anyways, hope you enjoy :)

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“Salvaterre! Whitethorn! Get your asses on the line!”

Lorcan Salvaterre rolled his eyes at the senior screaming instructions: Erawan Valg. The guy had it all: the ladies, the popularity, the money, not to mention he was the captain of the football team (but did it count if it was because his dad was the coach? Lorcan didn’t think so). But, Lorcan mused to himself, he’d rather be a broke virgin loser than be stuck with a personality as vile as that.

Lorcan wobbled as he stood up from where he was taking his water break between sprints, feeling like a newborn fawn on a ship caught in a storm. Fuck, he would definitely need an ice bath when he got home. Erawan was not taking it easy on the rest of the team today. Maybe he had some issues with his daddy dearest, the coach. Seeing how hard it was considering it was only week two of the season, Lorcan couldn’t say he was particularly excited for the rest of the season, no matter how much he loved playing.

Football was his way out of this small town. Rowan may have had the brains but for Lorcan, he honestly couldn’t give a shit about academics. That was definitely not his calling, as made evident by his grades. People would always say he couldn’t amount to anything, a foster kid bouncing around in the system, house to house. At least Rowan had a future, they said. Well, he was determined to prove them wrong. 

Rowan and Lorcan had been adopted together at 10 after staying together in the system since they were 6, both boys facing traumatic childhoods with Lorcan and his substance-addicted mother and Rowan with his emotionally and physically abusive aunt. Gavriel had adopted them. They would mock him, asking how much of a family could they be, a real family anyway, but Lorcan didn’t give a shit what people thought. He was happy, Rowan was happy, and his little family of three was happy, the third being Gavriel, their adoptive father. Apparently, the man had grown up in foster care as well and after the death of his wife and son, he decided to comply with his late wife’s wishes for him to adopt a child to give them a loving home and family, things both she and her husband didn’t have growing up. Gavriel saw Lorcan and Rowan and had seen himself in them, at least, that’s what it said in his journal. Lorcan hadn’t meant to snoop one day, he was just looking for a spare notebook he could use, but the juicy tidbit of gossip was just too good not to share with Rowan. Though Rowan pretended to be dismayed as to how Lorcan got the information, he knew that on the inside, the little gossiper would be having a field day at the minefield of information. They knew they could talk to Gavriel about anything, it was just more exciting this way.

That had been 6 years ago when little Lorcan’s biggest concern was if Gavriel would return them to the foster home like an ill-fitting pair of jeans. Now, his concerns were football and college. Bemoaning the hour of ‘optional’ practice they surely had left, Lorcan turned towards the bleachers, suddenly distracted by the recognizably familiar pair of blood-red converse. There was only one person at this school with those shoes. Shaky legs and exhaustion forgotten, Lorcan jogged up to Erawan and his right-hand man Duke Perrington to ask for a break to use the bathroom. Sent off with a careless wave and some crude joke Lorcan didn’t care to hear, he turned with a huge grin that was an accurate representation of how his heart felt at seeing Elide Lochan. 

They had met at one of Aelin Galathynius’ birthday ragers, Lorcan only tagging along for his brother Rowan, the hopeless idiot crushing on Aelin. Lorcan had been in the corner, ignoring the piss-poor beer he was handed and lamenting his decision in letting Rowan drag him along when that bastard had left him for Aelin after she batted her lashes at him. Elide had been looking for a way to avoid Erawan, landing herself on his lap with a hurriedly whispered ‘Please play along’ before pressing her lips to his. They kissed awkwardly for a while, Lorcan only putting his hands on her thighs when she placed them there before Elide was sure Erawan had gotten the message. They escaped to one of the spare bedrooms upstairs to further cement their lie for Erawan with an explanation from Elide and they’d spent the rest of the night talking to each other. They had had more in common than Lorcan had originally thought when passing her in the halls. She was sharp, funny, and so unbelievably gorgeous. Elide had asked that they take it slow and casually after Lorcan accidentally blurted out a rushed ‘Willyoubemygirlfriend?” but Hellas damn him if it wasn’t the hardest thing in the world for him. He should’ve known then that he was falling hard, and fast. 

Lorcan ran behind the bleachers as fast as he could when he left the captain’s vision and was rewarded by a short but sweet kiss from Elide. They were quickly cut off by Lorcan’s breathless pants, something he swore was from the running, not from seeing his crush. Elide took one last hit of her joint before putting it out, all too aware of Lorcan’s aversion to all drugs and substances after both of his parents died of accidental overdoses. Granted, it had been crack, not marijuana prescribed for her bad ankle, that Lorcan’s parents had taken, but Elide never wanted to do anything that made Lorcan uncomfortable. She was developing a soft spot for her fuck-buddy, actually. 

“Hey sport,” Elide muttered in a husky voice that made Lorcan lose his mind every time.

“Hi, El-” Lorcan started to greet her before being cut off by the taste of her cherry lip gloss on her lips as she pressed them to his. A scent of cinnamon and elderberries that was so uniquely Elide enveloped him. The hour that had felt so long when he was conditioning now was over with a blink of an eye as Elide and Lorcan lost themselves in each other. Hot and sweaty from their make-out session and the late August heat, they were startled back to reality with the clattering of cleated feet plodding up the bleachers. Lorcan raised his head in alarm before cursing as he clonked his head on the bleachers. Elide let out a small giggle at the comical sight of a 6’5 (and growing) Lorcan squished under the bleachers with her 5’1 self. 

Lorcan stepped out from their secret make-out spot and offered his hand to Elide to help her up when he was met with the leering grins of Erawan and Duke. Those fuckers. Elide led Lorcan away with a scoff towards the two seniors when Erawan’s voice echoed after them.

“Wow. That’s real slutty of you ‘lide. First that cheerleader witch, now the junior loser? What’s next, the trash? Seems that you’re getting pretty damn close to getting there.”

Elide growled, the sound intimidating yet sexy to Lorcan. “Fuck off, Valg. I don’t want to have to tell you again.”

“You could find yourself a real man here, Elide,” Erawan ignored her, digging deeper into his little stupidity pit. “I’ll be waiting for the day you regain your senses. We could rule the school.”

She rolled her eyes in response before continuing to drag Lorcan away with her, a storm cloud gathering above the both of them. Elide didn’t deserve the shit she got for not wanting to hook up with the biggest douchebag at their school, Lorcan thought. Unfortunately, Elide ran in similar circles with Erawan because of her friends, the icy head cheerleader Manon Blackbeak, the aforementioned ‘cheerleader bitch’ as well as Aelin Galathynius, her cousin and the rising freshman star of the soccer team from what he had heard. Combined with her status as a senior and a reputation for being one of the hottest yet hardest to get with girls at their school, according to a poll taken by the newspaper club at least, that meant she frequently ran into Erawan often at parties and therefore came face to face with his horrid attempts to woo her by talking down to her. Like Lorcan said earlier, he’d rather have nothing in the eyes of Erawan than have a personality like his. 

Elide pulled Lorcan off to the side into an alcove between buildings where no one could see them. As a habit, she frantically pulled out a pre-rolled joint to weed before taking a long puff. Lost in his detailed imagining of revenge against Erawan (beating the shit out of him) on Elide’s behalf, not that she needed him to, Lorcan was startled back to reality with the smell of weed. With a groan, he pulled the joint out of an unsuspecting Elide’s hand before smashing it under his foot. Already braced for the harsh feedback, he was  not surprised when the verbal lashing started.

“What the fuck was that for, asshole?”

Lorcan narrowed his eyes. “I asked you not to smoke that shit around me, El, and you agreed. Besides, you’re welcome for helping you not drop dead.”

“Oh my gods. We’re not doing this again. I’m not going to fucking die. It’s prescribed you big gargantuan moran. Mind your own business,” Elide muttered in a tone akin to the growl from before as she balled her fists up.

“Hell, I’m sorry for caring about your well-being. I thought we were friends. Or a thing. Or whatever?” Lorcan was met with Elide’s dick shriveling glare, as he liked to call it. Oh shit. 

“Well then don’t fucking care about me. We’re not friends, we’re fuck-buddies. That’s all it is,” Elide spat out, the escalation of their argument surprising both of them. “I’ve had enough of this toxic male bullshit for today. Leave. Me. Alone.”

Lorcan scoffed bitterly, hurt by her sudden outburst. He hadn’t been trying to fight her, he genuinely was concerned for her but maybe this wasn’t the best way to show that. Whatever, he wasn’t about to cave now. “Well if that’s what you want, I’ll see you around.” Lorcan turned and walked out of the school towards where Gavriel’s car was waiting, forcing himself not to look back at the girl he had fallen in love with as he took each step. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*:☆ﾟ. ───

It had been about three weeks since ‘the incident’, as Lorcan liked to call it, and Elide still hadn’t called or texted. Or even looked in his general direction. Lorcan was more ashamed of himself than anything, trailing her like a lost puppy and taking long detours from class to class just to get a glimpse of her. He suspected the silence on her end had something to do with him labeling their relationship rather than their argument, especially with her known aversion to relationships. But then again, he could be wrong. Fuck, he just wasn’t sure anymore. 

Miraculously, as if summoned by his tortured thoughts, Lorcan’s phone lit up with a text from a number he knows all too well. 

my uncle left last night- come over and talk?

Lorcan typed, deleted, and re-typed different responses too many times as he tries to formulate a response that says ‘I wasn’t obsessing over you or chasing you like a lost puppy but I did think of you a little” while still being cool and suave. He gave up eventually and just settled on a simple ‘k’ before sending it off. Lorcan sighed. The things you do when you’re whipped for people. 

Jolting out of bed to put on a pair of sweats, Lorcan jogged through their one-story house to the key rack. He cursed when he found the keys to the Range Rover he and Rowan shared missing. As Lorcan heard the unmistakable sound of an engine starting, Lorcan cursed again, letting out a few choice words. Today was Whitethorn’s date with Galathynius. Lorcan normally loved Aelin, Rowan’s girlfriend of 4 months after he finally brought up the courage and balls to ask her on a date. The ‘bitch queen’, as he nicknamed her affectionately, could give insults as good as she got and the two quickly became as thick and thieves after a short period of mutual antagonizing. Aelin made his brother happy and she was like a sister to him but Hellas be damned if she didn’t have the worst timing. This was his chance to finally confess to Elide how he felt after three weeks of agony and he was stuck with no ride to Elide’s place after an invitation there.

There would be no other choice than to run. Gavriel took his own car to work and he refused to ask Rowan to come back and drop him off. Now that he remembered, the bastard had been so excited for the date today, fucking humming some love song that had pushed Lorcan deep into his wallowing in misery. No matter how desperately he wanted to see Elide quickly, he couldn’t do that to his brother. 

Half an hour, 2 bottles of water, and a lot of breaks later, Lorcan was finally at Elide’s grandiose house (or was it called a mansion?). Lorcan shot a text out to let Elide know he’s here so she doesn’t attack him thinking he’s an intruder before lifting the potted plant next to the door to find her spare key. As he walked up the familiar stairs where he had fucked Elide when her parents were away, he grinned at the memory before refocusing to find Elide and talk about whatever she wanted to talk about. He peered through the rooms he thought she would be in, before poking his head through Elide’s bedroom door last. Bingo. 

Elide is furiously texting someone with lightning-fast thumbs as she’s hunched over her phone when Lorcan found her. He knocked on her door to let her know he was there and her head snaps up so quickly that he heard her neck crack. Lorcan winced. That had to hurt. Elide ignored the painful feeling of her back protesting her strained position to tell Lorcan the three words weighing on her since the day he walked away from their argument. Granted it had been because she told him to, but Elide knew it would kill her if he walked away from her like that again. Her heart was too involved for her to not care. 

Lorcan began to speak, the words coming out too quickly to be actually considered words when Elide interrupts him.

“Lorcan, just please let me get this out. I know you care for me, and I care for you too, but I want more. I- I love you. A lot. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after our argument. I’m sorry for what I said that day, I didn’t mean a single thing I said. We are more than fuck buddies. You’re my best friend, and I love you. I felt so bad about how I lashed out but you were really pissing me off, but all I could think about as you left was the fact that I don’t care if you piss me off every single day for the rest of our lives. I just want to spend it with you.”

“Lochan. I don’t know what to say..” Lorcan trailed off, pouting before he grinned. “You stole my dramatic love confession. I’ve only loved you since the day we first met. I realized it that day during practice when I saw your converse from the 50-yard line. I’d never been so excited to see someone as I’m excited to see you every single day and all I could think was ‘Damn, I could do this for the rest of my life’. I’m sorry for the shit I said too, and for walking away. I promise you that I will never walk away from you again. We’ll always solve shit before leaving from now on, okay?” 

Elide’s face went from worried to euphoric in a second. She threw her arms around him and hugged him with more strength than Lorcan thought she had. As Lorcan let out a booming laugh, Elide shrieked in surprise as he spun her around like she was his queen. Lorcan had never been so fucking happy in his entire life. The moment she told him that she loved him, it was like a missing puzzle piece in his heart finally clicked into place.

Maybe that 50-yard line when Lorcan had realized he loved Elide had something to do with all the magic he was feeling. He’d have to plan something there to commemorate it. Maybe a promposal? That was hilarious, Lorcan thought to himself. If you had told him a year ago, hell even a month ago, that he would be excited to go to prom, he would have laughed at you. But now? Now, he’d be ready for anything with Elide by his side.

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[hlizr50]

Elorcan Week Day 1 - Favorite Moment

I knew these words existed before I read Kingdom of Ash, but when Lorcan tells Elide:

"Ask me to stay."

"Ask me to go to Perranth with you."

"Ask me to marry you."

My heart explodes every freaking time.

And so I present to you, a Lorcan POV of my favorite moment:

Ask Me to Stay

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Gavriel.

He could hardly believe it, even with his brother-in-arms laid upon the pedestal where he now knelt. Unmoving and cold. Death had always been Lorcan’s companion - he had never shied from it and had always accepted its price.

But Gavriel.

Losing the lion-hearted male had wounded him far more deeply than he’d expected. Perhaps it was as simple as the loss of his presence, but deep down he knew there was more to it. Gavriel had been kind to Elide, had supported her when Lorcan could not. And Gavriel had supported him, too. Had not let the small, invaluable human woman completely extricate him from her life. And, Hellas, was he grateful.

Lorcan blinked back the sting of emotions in his eyes, cursing the change in his heart and soul. But it was a farce. How could he curse his softened heart when it was Elide that had made it so?

As if summoned by his musings, the tang of elderberries and cinnamon wafted to him, and he felt her gaze - deep and dark as midnight - upon his back. With a groan he heaved himself to his feet, casting one last glance at his brother before he turned. Elide was so small. A body so fragile did not match the spirit within, but he loved her all the same. And when she opened her arms to him he had never felt such relief. Such comfort. Lorcan drew her in, clutching her to him, and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

“I hear that you’re to thank for Erawan’s destruction,” he murmured. His bold, cunning, brave little human. When he’d heard he thought his heart might burst with pride. Her hands pushed against his chest, and she ignored the question in his eyes as she wove her fingers between his and led him out of the candlelit chamber.

“Yrene is,” she answered, bringing them to a halt in front of a bank of windows. Outside they could see Orynth awash in scraps of fabric and ribbon in any vibrant color to be found. A city celebrating victory over evil. “I just came up with the idea.” It was all Lorcan could do to contain a derisive huff. As if her contribution had truly been nothing.

“Without the idea, we’d be filling the bellies of Erawan’s beasts,” he argued, which only earned an eye-roll from the woman. And the towering male couldn’t help but be amused at her irreverence.

“It was a group effort, then,” she conceded, before dragging that plump lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes were so wide, glimmering with both hope and fear, as she beckoned him with her gaze. “Perranth–have you heard anything from Perranth?” Oh, to live in the exhausting mind of hers, always looking toward the next challenge, the next problem to solve. And he wondered, for a moment, if that was how she’d survived so long. Always on guard. Always prepared. A true warrior.

“A ruk rider arrived a few hours ago. It is the same there as it is here: with Erawan’s demise, the soldiers holding the city either collapsed or fled. Its people have reclaimed control, but those who were possessed will need healers. A group of them will be flown over tomorrow to begin.” The sigh she released seemed to shudder through her entire form, and she sagged with relief.

“Thank Anneith for that. Or Silba, I suppose.”

“They’re both gone. Thank yourself.”

Elide waved her hand dismissively, and in that moment he knew.

Knew that he could never leave her.

Knew that this war had been painful, but still kind enough to spare them both.

Knew that this tiny human owned his heart and soul, and he would not waste one more moment without acting upon it.

So he kissed her, a long, gentle caress of his chapped lips against hers, soft as rose petals.

“What was that for?” she breathed as he pulled away. But he just looked at her, his love for her an ache that would never heal. Not that he wanted it to.

“Ask me to stay,” was his simple response. And when she did he could hear the quickening of her heart, a delicious pulse in her throat.

“Ask me to come to Perranth with you,” he continued.

“Come to Perranth with me.” Her voice cracked over the words and her cheeks grew rosy beneath silver-lined lashes. Lorcan nodded his answer, a smile splitting his face so wide, he was sure he’d never made such a face in his centuries of life.

And then, the leap.

“Ask me to marry you.”

Elide laughed, tears spilling down her cheeks, and answered, “Will you marry me, Lorcan Salvaterre?”

Lorcan - towering, dark, brooding Lorcan Salvaterre - had never felt so light, so free, as he swept Elide into his arms, planting kisses over her cheeks, her brows, her nose, her lips. Then he paused, as if realizing that he hadn’t answered. His lips quirked into a smug grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

She smacked his shoulder as she laughed, which he figured he might deserve. But then another laugh escaped her, louder than the first. Lorcan lowered her to her feet, sliding those delicious curves down his body as he did.

“What?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously as she tried to contain her mirth.

“It’s just… I’m Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name.” Elide paused, looking up at him as if there should be some revelation. But he only blinked at her, waiting for the explanation. She giggled again. “Lord Lorcan Lochan?”

Lord Lorcan Lochan.

It was absolutely, utterly ridiculous. So absurd that he could not stop himself from howling with laughter. He lifted her into his embrace again, spinning her, the delight and the freedom and the love overflowing from him. Lorcan breathed her in, holding her close, his mouth at her crown. “I’ll use it with pride every damned day for the rest of my life.” Everything within him settled, as if some part of him had been waiting forever for this moment. His grin melted away as he set her down and fell into her onyx gaze. Tucking a tendril of midnight behind her ear, his fingers brushing over her flushed skin, he vowed, “I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it.”

His lips found hers, unable to contain his devotion to her. Reveling in the feeling of her, of knowing she had survived up until that moment in the woods. That moment when she no longer had to be alone. That moment when she had become his to protect. Lorcan knew he was lucky for her to have made it, even that far. And that he was infinitely lucky that he had made it to this place, this hour, this moment.

“And when we are wed,” he whispered tenderly. Reverently. “I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again.”

Elide covered her face with her hands, shoulders shaking as she cried. And if Lorcan knew his little warrior, she was likely overwhelmed at what he offered. What he was willing to sacrifice. But he had been willing to give up his life for her since the beginning. He just hadn’t realized that it was love.

Still, he wondered if that was truly what she wanted for him. From him. He grasped her wrists and pulled her hands away, and though her eyes were red and shining she was still the most beautiful thing in the entire world. “If you would like that,” he said.

Elide flung her arms around his neck, her tears soaking into the linen of his tunic, and he wrapped his arms around her. She was warmth and hope and life. And when she answered, “I would like that more than anything,” he knew.

She was his.

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[silverflameataraxia]

Elorcan Week 2022

Day 1: Favorite Moment

Elide being willing to die for Lorcan and Lorcan being willing to die for Elide 😢

Lorcan heard her then, heard the shuddering sob as she threw herself into him.

His dark eyes flared in what looked like terror as she slammed into his unprotected back.

As he noticed the death blow not coming from the lion at his front, but the wolf whose jaws closed around her arm instead of Lorcan's neck.

She curled over Lorcan, waiting for the wolf and mountain lion to end it, to take her neck in their jaws and crunch down.

Lorcan flipped her over, his breathing ragged, his face bloody and pale as he took in her face, her arm. "ElideElideElide-"

Lorcan grabbed her face before she could look and snapped, "Why did you do that? Why? He didn't wait for an answer. He lifted his head, his snarl so vicious it echoed in her bones, made the pain in her arm surge violently enough that she whimpered.

He growled to the lion and the wolf, his shield a swirling, obsidian wind around them, "You're dead. You're both dead-"

"I'll kill you both," Lorcan swore. "I'll kill you-"

"Don't look," Lorcan snapped, squeezing her face again to draw her eyes to his own. His face was lined with such wrath she barely recognized it, but he made no move against the males.

Lorcan tensed as if sensing the oblivion that threatened. "You heal her," he said to the gentle-eyed male, "and then we continue-"

"No," she got out. Not for this, not for her-

Lorcan's onyx eyes were unreadable as he scanned her face. And then he said quietly, "I wanted to go to Perranth with you."

Lorcan dropped the shield.

It was not a hard choice. And it did not frighten him. Not nearly as much as the fatal wound in her arm did.

But letting that glimmering, lovely light before him die out...In his ancient, bitter bones, he could not accept it.

She had been forgotten - by everyone and everything. And still she had hoped. And still she had been kind to him.

And still she had offered him a glimpse of peace in the time he'd known her.

She had offered him a home.

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My Shirt

@elorcanweek2022 Day 3: Shirt Shorts 

It’s horrifically late but please accept this little Elorcan shirt-sharing moment 

Word count: 808

Warnings: language

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“Shit, shit, shit!” Elide swore, flinging herself out of bed and rushing to splash some water on her face. The ambassador from Adarlan would arrive in less than an hour, and she’d fallen back asleep after her lady nudged her awake an hour and a half ago. “Shit!” 

“Elide.” Lorcan’s raspy grumble sounded across the room, her massive Fae husband gazing at her through cracked, half-drowsy eyes from his position still tangled in the blankets. “Alright?” 

She braced her hands on the edge of the washbasin, breathing deeply. “No, my love, but I will be.” 

He was out of bed in a heartbeat, that immortal speed of his meaning that he could be lounging in bed one second and standing behind her the next. “Talk to me, my love.” 

“The Adarlan ambassador’s coming today and I was supposed to be up an hour and a half ago but I fell back asleep and now I’ve only got an hour before he arrives and I’m sleepy and a mess and I’m going to look just like the hopeless little girl everyone thinks I am and--” Lorcan’s warm, hard chest cut off her agitated rambling as he pulled her into his embrace. 

“You are not going to look hopeless,” he said, quietly but firmly. 

Her face pressed against his skin. “Am I?” 

“You never do,” he murmured. “And as for you being a mess...” He pulled back, onyx eyes sweeping over her slightly sleep-mussed appearance. “That’s my shirt, isn’t it?” 

“No,” she grinned, “it’s my shirt.” 

Lorcan sighed, grumbling something about “thieves” under his breath. “Love, at this rate I won’t have any shirts left.” 

“That’s the idea,” she returned. 

He snorted a half-laugh. “And did you consider that if I have no shirts, everyone in Perranth gets to see my bare chest all the time?” 

“Fuck that.” Elide swatted his chest. “Fine. You can keep a couple of shirts for day use. But when you’re with me...” She winked at him. “Shirt. Off.” 

“Yes, my lady.” 

She swallowed. Hard. “You’re trying to rile me up so I forget that I’m about to be late to meeting Adarlan’s ambassador, Lord Lorcan Lochan.” 

“I would never,” he gasped, pressing one large hand to his heart. 

She smirked. “Liar.” After tugging his head down so she could peck a kiss onto his lips, she headed for the closet. And loosed a string of curses. “I don’t have anything to wear!” 

“Love.” Lorcan slid an arm around her waist once more. “Nothing?” 

“Nothing formal,” she corrected, tears of despair beginning to pool in the corners of her eyes. 

He scoffed. “Who the hell said you had to dress formally?” 

“Rules of decorum,” she deadpanned. 

“Fuck that.” He waved a hand dismissively. “You’re the hostess and Lady of Perranth. You can dress however the fuck you want to dress, and Mr. Ambassador will say nothing about it, because if he does, he’ll answer to me.” 

“How very diplomatic of you.” But her breaths evened out, calm settling across her features. 

“I am nothing if not a diplomat,” Lorcan grinned, lifting his wife into his arms so he could steal another kiss. 

~

The meeting with Adarlan’s ambassador went beautifully. The middle-aged man Dorian had sent was nothing but gracious, discussing future plans and trade routes and agreements with Elide for what felt like hours, but unlike the meeting with the ambassador from Anielle, this one ended with a written contract and an invitation to stay for dinner. Elide left the council chamber wearing a pleased smile, happy that one more brick in rebuilding her little duchy had been laid, one more step on the way back to full health. 

She hadn’t expected the meeting to go on for so long, but it felt like only an hour or two had passed in the room. Such a contrast to earlier meetings, where older men in their feathered hats looked down their long noses at her and assumed that she was young, stupid, and easily led astray. They could not have been more wrong. Ambassadors often came to Perranth expecting its new Lady to acquiesce to every ridiculous demand they made; instead, they found themselves on the acquiescing end. 

Partially thanks to the glowering Fae warrior who guarded the council chamber’s doors. But mostly because Lady Elide Lochan was a force more savvy and cunning than anyone expected. 

This meeting, for the first time in weeks, gave her energy, gave her hope that her little territory might actually be rebuilding. For too long, they’d languished under terrible leadership, what with Vernon and the Valg. But now, Perranth was recovering, guided and tended by Elide’s hand. This agreement with Adarlan was a concrete sign of prosperity to come.  

And nobody in the room had suspected for a moment that her fine ivory blouse was actually her husband’s. 

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