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starryevermore · 3 years

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as of 11/09/23, the post office is OPEN and is currently accepting requests.

general information:

⇨ i write mostly fem!reader, but open to male!reader and gender neutral!reader.

⇨ requests are filled when they are filled. there is no rhyme or reason to when requests are filled. i reserve the right to delete any request as i see fit. if a request is deleted, you are not entitled to knowing the reason.

⇨ not all requests will be one shots. some will be turned into short blurbs or series, depending on how much inspiration i have.

⇨ i write fluff, angst, smut, and dark fics, but angst is my specialty.

⇨ at the present, i only feel comfortable writing smut for fem!readers.

⇨ any au ideas are welcome.

⇨ i am willing to write for characters beyond the lists below, but please ask me first before you send in a request so that i can judge if it’s something i’m comfortable with.

⇨ i no longer write rpf (real person fiction), so don’t make a request for a real person.

⇨ if the listed character is struck through, that means im not taking requests for that character at the moment.

⇨ my hard no’s for fic requests are as follows:

anything involving haunted houses (the kind you go through for halloween, not a house haunted by a ghost character),

teacher/student relationships (though i am willing to explore other teacher relationships, such as teacher/teacher, teacher/librarian, professor/dean, teacher/parent of student, etc.),

stepparent/stepchild,

incest,

pedophilia,

coprophilia (feces) and emetophilia (vomit),

self-harm, and

suicidal ideation/actions.

mcu characters:

⇨ bucky barnes

⇨ sam wilson

⇨ steve rogers

⇨ natasha romanoff

⇨ loki + his variants (jotun!loki, president!loki, etc.)

⇨ druig

⇨ makkari

⇨ ikaris

⇨ wanda maximoff

⇨ tony stark

⇨ peter parker (aged up)

⇨ eddie brock/venom

⇨ steven grant/marc spector/jake lockley

⇨ khonshu

⇨ layla el-faouly

⇨ kate bishop

⇨ matt murdock

⇨ foggy nelson

⇨ jennifer walters

sebastian stan characters:

⇨ bucky barnes

⇨ mickey henry

⇨ charles blackwood

⇨ lance tucker

⇨ chris beck

⇨ lee bodecker

⇨ jefferson/mad hatter

⇨ nick fowler

⇨ steve kemp

chris evans characters:

⇨ steve rogers

⇨ ransom drysdale

⇨ andy barber

⇨ ari levinson

⇨ robert pronge/mr. freezy

⇨ johnny storm

⇨ jake wyler

⇨ frank adler

⇨ colin shea

⇨ jake jensen

⇨ curtis everett

⇨ lloyd hansen

oscar isaac characters:

⇨ steven grant/marc spector/jake lockley

⇨ poe dameron

⇨ nathan bateman

⇨ jonathan levy

⇨ santiago garcia

pedro pascal characters:

⇨ din djarin

⇨ frankie morales

⇨ javi gutierrez

hayden christensen characters:

⇨ anakin skywalker

⇨ leo campo

star wars:

⇨ poe dameron

⇨ obi-wan kenobi

⇨ anakin skywalker

⇨ luke skywalker

⇨ padmé amidala

⇨ leia organa

⇨ hera syndulla

⇨ sabine wren

⇨ darth maul

⇨ savage opress

⇨ din djarin

⇨ cassian andor

⇨ captain rex

⇨ hunter

⇨ wrecker

⇨ echo

⇨ tech

⇨ crosshair

⇨ fives

⇨ cody

⇨ wolffe

maasverse

⇨ rhysand

⇨ cassian

⇨ azriel

⇨ the bat boys

⇨ feysand

⇨ nessian

⇨ eris vanserra

⇨ lucien vanserra

⇨ ruhn danaan

⇨ hunt athalar

⇨ aelin galathynius

⇨ rowan whitethorn

⇨ rowaelin

⇨ fenrys moonbeam

⇨ lorcan salvaterre

⇨ elide lochan

⇨ elorcan

⇨ dorian havilliard

⇨ manon blackbeak

⇨ manorian

knives out:

⇨ benoit blanc

⇨ ransom drysdale

ted lasso:

⇨ ted lasso

⇨ jamie tartt

⇨ roy kent

⇨ keeley jones

#request faqs #starryevermore

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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this february i will be posting one lesbian fic per day featuring lesbian!elorcan (lorcan will be written as woman). im super excited, but i do understand that this is not everyone’s type of thing, so i wont be using my usual elorcan taglist <3

reply/reblog this post to b tagged <3

@ladywitchling @ladyverena @sassyhobbits @darklesmylove @mythicaitt @julemmaes

#isa's femslash february #fem!elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #fem!lorcan salvaterre #isa writes lesbian shit #nalgenewhore

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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masterlist - ao3 - day two - day four

<3<3<3

They step out of Elide’s apartment lobby and huddle beneath the awning. Elide looks up at Lorcan and sees her scowling at the sheets of rain that pour.

She sighs through her nose and tugs on the hem of her girlfriend’s coat, looking up at her expectantly. Lorcan’s brow furrows as she looks down at Elide, “What?”

Elide rolls her eyes, “Stop frowning.” Reaching her hand up, she cups Lorcan’s cheek and strokes her thumb over her love’s angular cheekbone, “You know you’re going to get wrinkles, mon amour.”

Lorcan’s stoney expression doesn’t change, but her eyes glitter with something like happiness, “I’ve been frowning my entire life and I’ve never gotten a wrinkle.”

With a huff, Elide crosses her arms over her chest, “Tu m’énerves.”

A slow smile stretches across Lorcan’s mouth, her sharp teeth flashing. She cups Elide’s face between her large hands and brushes her lips against Elide’s, “You bother me too, Lee.” She kisses her girlfriend fully, bumping the tip of her nose into Elide’s, “So fuckin’ much.”

Lorcan pulls away and tracks her eyes across Elide’s face. She pecks the pert tip of her girlfriend’s nose. The freckles on Elide’s cheek shift as she smiles, “Why can’t you ever listen to a thing I say?”

“Because I like bothering you,” Lorcan answers.

Elide laughs and takes her hand, running into the rain. Lorcan is, of course, powerless against her and follows, ducking her head.

Soon, they’re pushing through the doors and smiling at each other, still holding hands. They take their coats up and hang them on the coat rack. The cosy café is decently full. Elide scans for a seat, toying with her girl’s slim fingers.

Lorcan kisses the top of her head, “I’ll get us drinks if you find a seat.”

“D’accord. I want… a London Fog, please,” she said, tipping her head backwards. Elide scrunches her nose up and smiles.

Her girlfriend shares a rare smile with her, “Ok. Anything to eat?”

“Non, je n’ai pas faim, juste mon thé.”

Lorcan nods and they part ways, holding hands until they can’t any longer. She shoves her hands into her hoodie pocket and stands in line, idly eyeing the baked goods and pastries on display.

She sees the brownie, that fudgy, rich, brownie and her stomach grumbles. The line advances quickly and Lorcan steps up to the counter, nodding to Luca, “Boyo.”

“Hey, Lor,” Luca replies, his smile easy and sunny. “What can I get you lovely ladies today?”

Lorcan arches her brow, thinking, I’m hardly a lady. “Uh… I’ll get a latte and a London Fog.” She glances at the brownie, “And that brownie.”

Luca sets up the card machine. “You got it.” The kid serves the brownie on a small plate and slides it across the counter as Lorcan pays and tips.

She takes the plate, nodding again, “Thank you.” Lorcan walks to the end of the counter and waits patiently.

A short wait later, their drinks are put before her. Lorcan picks them up and balances her brownie as she walks towards Elide.

Her girlfriend smiles and takes her London Fog, sweet, smokey steam rising from the cup. Lorcan sits in the velvet wingback chair. It’s her favourite chair, and Elide’s is the lavender cogswell chair beside it.

Elide drinks her tea, and then takes the fork next to the decadent chocolate concoction. Lorcan arches her brow as she watches her thieving love cut a bite with the side of the fork and lift it to her mouth. She moans softly, her eyes closing. Lorcan shifts in her chair and drinks her coffee, blocking out her thoughts.

“Mon amour, c’est si bon." Elide takes another bite and holds it to Lorcan’s lips. Lorcan accepts the bite and looks at her girl in mild shock and betrayal. “What?”

“I asked you if you wanted anything to eat and you literally said ‘no, I’m not hungry, just my tea’. This - that’s my brownie.”

Elide gapes and laughs, “Lorcan, sweetie. It’s one bite. J’veux juste une petite bouchée.”

“You're evil. Should’ve known not to date a witch,” Lorcan says, taking a drink of her coffee to cut through the richness of the dessert.

Elide rolls her eyes and takes two more bites before relenting the plate. Lorcan shakes her head as she finishes the last half in two bites, “Evil.”

Elide huffs and focuses on her tea, flicking Lorcan’s brow. Lorcan catches her fingers and holds them loosely as they finish their drinks. After that they just… talk. Lorcan’s head rolls on the back of the chair. Elide toys with her fingers and talks about her job.

Their friends, Nesryn and Borte, come in for to-go cups, stopping to chat a moment. Borte tells Elide about the new martial art class she’s teaching at the nearby fighting gym.

Elide listens with rapt attention, pulling Lorcan’s hand into her lap. Lorcan watches her girlfriend with slight caution, recognising the eager and determined light in her eyes.

The laid back couple continues on, leaving Elide and Lorcan alone again. “You gonna take that class, princess?”

Elide hums, “Yeah… I want to.”

Lorcan shrugs, closing her eyes, “You should. It’d be fun to watch you beat people up.”

“That’s sick, Lorcan,” Elide frowns.

She shrugs again. “It’d be hot.”

Elide clicks her tongue and silently stares at her resting girlfriend. Her chest starts to constrict her heart and she brushes her lips over Lorcan’s knuckles, “Ma chère?”

“Hmm? What is it, baby?”

She breathes in shakily, “Open your eyes. I have to tell you something.”

One dark, depthless eye cracks open, but Lorcan remains still. “A serious something to tell me?”

A nod.

Lorcan sits up, warily eyeing Elide. “‘kay. What’s up?”

“Je t’adore.” She lifts a brow, not understanding Elide’s language. “Je t’adore, Lorcan.”

“Love, you know I live for you to talk in Blackbeak, but I cannot understand you.”

“J’sais pas- je t’adore. Je- I love you,” Elide says, her pulse racing. “I love you.”

Blankly, Lorcan stares at her, her face so devoid of anything. Nothing, absolutely nothing flashes across her eyes.

Elide nods, “Um… ok. I’m-” she stands up, “I- I forgot that… I have to leave.” She grabs her phone and walks out, grabbing her jacket on her way.

It’s nearly a minute later when Lorcan finally realises what happened. She quickly scrambles to her feet and dashes out, forgetting her jacket.

Lorcan runs in the rain and sees Elide in the road, walking quickly away. “Lee!” she shouts, going after her. “Please, princess, wait a minute.”

Elide reluctantly stands still, but doesn’t turn.

Her girlfriend narrows her eyes and sighs through her nose. “Elide, I- fuck, I’m sorry I froze. I was hit- I’ve dreamed about you saying that to me.”

“Why.”

“Because I love you. I love you, Lee.” Silently, Lorcan begs her Elide to turn around.

Elide does, but her face remains carefully blank, her eyes red-rimmed and watery. She drops her gaze, “You’re just saying that ‘cause you- you don’t want to hurt my feelings.”

“No, I’m not, actually,” Lorcan says, stepping forward and not caring about the rain that’s soaked her hair and shirt. “I love you, princess. I’ve… I’ve loved you for a long time.” Her hands shake slightly and she aches to take Elide in her arms, but she doesn’t dare move forward. “For a really, really long time, ‘lide. And I know you think I’m lying so you aren’t hurt. I would never lie about this, please, believe me.”

“You love me? Tu- tu m’adores? Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Elide smiles and then next thing Lorcan knows, she’s being forced to take a step back as Elide crashes into her, her hands clutching the back of Lorcan’s shirt. Lorcan grins in relief and wraps her arms around Elide, inhaling the expensive, delicate scent of that elderberry and cinnamon that clings to everything Elide owns. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” Elide whispers, her nose tucked against Lorcan’s. She kisses Lorcan, hoping that her kiss says it too.

Slowly, Lorcan lets her down and cups the back of Elide’s head, graceful fingers tangled in onyx hair. “I… love you… so fuckin’ much, Elide Lochan.”

Pulling back, Elide bites her lip and takes Lorcan’s hand, her eyes smouldering. Lorcan looks her up and down, making Elide laugh.

She turns and soon after, they’re stumbling down her hall, too wrapped up in each other. Lorcan’s back hits the door and she slowly, slowly licks into her girlfriend’s mouth as Elide unlocks the front door and it swings open.

Lorcan picks her up, breathing, “I love you.”

Elide hums it back and wraps her legs around Lorcan’s waist. She leans back to drop her jacket to the floor and kisses her way down Lorcan’s strong jaw. Her hands slide over Lorcan’s shoulders and she pauses, drawing away to stare in confusion, “Où est ton… coat?”

Lorcan blinks once and shrugs.

“You forgot it?”

She walks into Elide’s bedroom and drops her onto the bed they didn’t bother making that morning. “I don’t like that jacket anyway.”

Bright laughter bubbles from Elide’s throat and she tips her head back, “T’es folle, mon amour.”

“Mmm, you love me like that.”

“Yes… I really do.”

<3<3<3

translations (french): Mon amour: my love Tu m'énerves: you annoy me D'accord: ok Non, je n'ai pas faim, juste mon thé: no, I'm not hungry, just my tea C'est si bon: it's so good J'veux juste une petite bouchée: I just want a little bite Ma chère: my dear Je t'adore: (romantic) i love you T'es folle: you're crazy

an: french!elide is something me n @ladywitchling came up with 🥰

@ladyverena @ladywitchling @mythicaitt @sassyhobbits @darklesmylove @julemmaes @letstakethedawn @cicada-bones @highladyofthefangirlcourt @darlinminds @nahthanks @sjmships @eyllweambassador @flamingveritas @adelzd-bookblr @somewhatdynamite @woollycat22 @firestarsandseneschals @the-regal-warrior

#femslash february #fem!elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #fem!lorcan salvaterre #isa writes lesbian shit #nalgenewhore

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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masterlist - ao3 - day three - day five

<3<3<3

TW: Mentions of PTSD, Psych Wards, Mentions of Child Abuse/Abuse, Gaslighting

<3<3<3

It’s so late. She’s exhausted after being on her feet for fourteen hours.

Elide wants two things.

One: The hottest, longest shower she’s ever had.

Two: The piece of chocolate cake she bought, but hasn’t had the time to eat yet.

As she drives home from the hospital, she nearly falls asleep at the wheel. Elide snaps her eyes open and sits up straighter. Opening her window, she hopes that the bitter winter wind will encourage her body to stay alert.

It works well, and she starts to shiver, her teeth chattering lightly. She keeps the window open still.

At a red light, her phone starts to ring. It’s in her bag, on the passenger seat, and Elide ignores it. The important people in her life text when they need something and she’s driving anyway.

Her apartment building isn’t far from work, so she’s home shortly. After she parks in her unit’s assigned spot, her phone rings again. Elide reaches over and fishes it out. When she sees her girlfriend’s contact, she smiles and happily accepts the call. “Hey, you. I’m happy you called.”

“Hi, love,” Lorcan says, her voice distant and shaky. “Are you at work?”

“No,” Elide frowns at Lorcan’s voice, worried. “I just got home. Are you alright, Lor? You sound upset.”

It takes a couple seconds for Lorcan to reply. “I’m- I… can you come over? I- I just really want to see you.”

Immediately, Elide re-clips her seat belt. “Of course. I’ll be there soon, honey. Do you want me to stay on the line?” She waits with wavering patience, trying to force calmness for her obviously distressed girlfriend.

“Yes,” Lorcan all but confesses, like she’s ashamed to have needs, “please.”

“Good. I missed you today,” Elide puts the phone on speaker and places it in the centre console’s cup holder. “And last night.” She fakes a pout, “It’s so cold without you.”

Lorcan chuckles, the sound forced and choked, “Yeah, ‘m sorry I couldn’t be ya personal furnace, princess.”

Elide smoothly changes lanes, “You should be. Anyway, I’m glad you called. I showered at work and was probably going to crash the minute I got home.” There comes another red light and Elide stops in the left turn lane. “Work wasn’t too busy, just so gods-damned long. I had rounds at five AM, hon, but I got to scrub in on a femur repair today.”

Both of the women know that Elide’s chatter is so that Lorcan can be distracted. Lorcan makes minimal comments and mostly communicates in monotonous hums.

Elide parks in front of Lorcan’s building and picks her phone up, taking it off speaker. She holds it to her ear, “I’m here, Lorcan. Buzz me in?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you,” Elide says, biting her bottom lip.

Lorcan’s voice is soft and warm, “I love you, Lee.”

They both hang up and Elide gets out of her old Ford Explorer. She walks to the lobby and presses the button next to Lorcan’s unit number.

“‘llo.”

“It’s me, Salvaterre.” The locked doors buzz open. “Thank you, honey.” Their friends don’t understand how Elide can call her six-foot-seven girlfriend ‘honey’ but it just fits, and Lorcan melts when Elide calls her such.

Elide pulls the door open and walks to the elevator. Lorcan’s building is relatively new, so the ride is short and smooth. Elide steps out on the thirteenth floor and goes down the hall to Lorcan’s apartment. Knocking on the door, Elide waits on the doormat in relative calmness.

The door is opened a few moments later. Lorcan stands in a ratty t-shirt and rugby shorts, one hand on the doorframe and one on the doorknob. “Hi.”

Elide grins and rests her hand on Lorcan’s arm, “Hey. Can I come in?”

Lorcan nods mutely and steps out of the way. She lets Elide in and closes the door. The petite woman hangs up her jacket and toes off her shoes. When she stands back up, Lorcan wraps her in a long, tight hug. Elide melts against her girlfriend and slides her arms around Lorcan’s broad shoulders.

She slides a hand through the loose hair at the back of Lorcan’s head and the other soothes circles between Lorcan’s shoulder blades. “Honey, I’m here. I’m right here.”

Lorcan nods again, “I know. Thank you for coming.” She drops her hands to the backs of Elide’s knees and easily picks her up. Lorcan wraps her girl’s soft, warm thighs around her waist. Elide smiles.

Lorcan walks them into her room and doesn’t turn on the lights. She puts Elide down on her bed and sits down on the edge of the mattress, not knowing how to say what she needs to.

Elide gets up, “I’m going to get changed and go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Lorcan hums and her eyes silently track Elide as she moves around.

She trades her athletic shirt and scrub pants for a long sleeved skate shirt of Lorcan’s she had cropped and a pair of compression shorts. Her hips swing as she pads into the toilet. Lorcan stretches out on her bed and stares up at the rotating ceiling fan.

Her father never calls. He never contacts her.

The last time she saw or heard from him was seven years ago, and the subsequent PTSD episode landed her in the psych ward for a month.

Right now… she’s fine. She’s- she’s fine.

Since he called her this afternoon, since she heard his low, threatening voice - the voice that haunted her childhood and nightmares - Lorcan’s been in a state of shock.

Her phone rang. Not caring to see who it was, Lorcan picked it up and held it to her ear, “‘llo.”

“Now, I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to greet your father, Lorcan.”

Her blood ran cold and her heart stuttered to a stop. The report she’d been working on was forgotten. “C-cillian?”

He clicked his tongue and she flinched. Her hands began to shake as she remembered what used to happen when he clicked his tongue. Her father clicked his tongue when he was upset, not angry. Whatever punishment he doled out after he clicked his tongue was always worse, because he wouldn’t be blinded by rage.

No, he was meticulous. Careful.

“How are you, Lorcan? That mother of yours told me you’d moved to Perranth. She tells me you have a girlfriend, too.”

Still shaking, Lorcan asked, “You… you talked to my mom?” He knows about Elide.

“Sure did. You know, I was almost certain that you knew about my house in Perranth. It hurt that you didn’t ask to rent from me.”

“Why can’t you leave me alone,” Lorcan whispered, trying to block out the memories and flashbacks his voice triggered. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“Now, I know I’ve been gone for a while, but I am your father. I deserve the chance to make it up to you.”

Nothing can ever make up for what you did to me, Lorcan thought. She closed her eyes and the tears she hadn’t known were forming spilt down her cheeks. “Please,” she said, “just- just leave me be. Leave my mom and the twins be.”

Cillian sucked on his teeth, “Don’t be selfish, girl. You were such a difficult child. It hurt me so much to discipline you like that, but I had to. You know that.”

“Good-bye, Cillian,” Lorcan said, her entire body trembling. “This conversation is over. If- if you attempt to contact me again, I will file a restraining order.” With strength she didn’t exactly know she had, Lorcan hung up and immediately blocked the number.

“Lorcan?”

She sits up suddenly, her heart beating quickly. Of course, it’s only Elide, so she relaxes. The mattress dips as Elide crawls back into bed. She rubs Lorcan’s tattoo-marked thigh, where there is hardly any skin left untouched by ink. “Do you want to be under the blankets?”

“Yes.”

Lorcan and Elide move so they can lift the duvet and quilts. When they’ve settled, Lorcan rolls onto Elide. She spreads Elide’s legs with a hand to fit flush against her and rests her head on Elide’s tits.

Elide chuckles softly and scratches Lorcan’s scalp, “You big softy.”

Lorcan works her arms around Elide’s waist and exhales slowly.

“Do you want to talk or sleep?”

“Talk.”

Elide nods, unseen by Lorcan and kisses the top of her girlfriend’s head, “Ok. You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do,” Lorcan responds, unconsciously hugging Elide tighter. “I… I need to.”

“Ok, honey.”

It takes a full minute for Lorcan to speak another word. “My… Cillian called me. I was at work.”

Elide stiffens, her hand stopping in Lorcan’s hair, “Your… your father?”

A nod. “He talked to my mom, El,” Lorcan whispers, trying not to cry. “He- he knows that I live here. He knows about you .” A shuddering sob escapes her and Lorcan shakes. Her eyes screw shut. “I ca-an’t make him leave. ”

In her chest, Elide feels her heart crack in two. She kisses the top of Lorcan’s head and scratches a loop between her shoulder blades. “He’s gone. You’re with me. You’re safe.”

Lorcan still cries, her grip desperate and greedy.

Soon, she grows quiet and nudges Elide’s neck with her nose. “I love you, Lee. So much.”

“I love you too.”

As she lifts her head, Lorcan searches Elide’s face. She tilts her chin up and kisses the ‘v’ between her brows, and then presses her lips to Elide’s. Just for a moment, nothing but a mere touch. Lorcan rolls them and sits up, pulling Elide’s knees around her hips. Elide squeaks at the sudden movement, and quickly settles, looping her arm around Lorcan’s neck.

Lorcan clasps her hands around Elide’s waist and stretches her long legs out. She rests her chin on Elide’s shoulder and closes her eyes, “I want to be fine. I-I want to be fine.”

Elide lifts her head, her face directly in front of Lorcan’s, “I know you do.”

“I’m so tired,” Lorcan whispers, a confession.

Her girlfriend’s eyes mirror her exhausted, drained state. Her fingers are soft and light as she traces them over Lorcan’s features, “I know that too.” Elide climbs off of Lorcan’s lap and chuckles at her whine of protest. “You baby. Lie down.”

Lorcan grumbles, but does as she’s told.

“On your side.”

Again, she complies. She moves her arms, ready for Elide to slip into them and to hold her close. Instead, Elide slides her arms around Lorcan’s waist, her chest pressing against Lorcan’s back. For a moment, Lorcan stiffens and looks down in silence, sort of confused at the new position. She’s- she’s never been little spoon. Her girlfriends were always shorter than her, and it just made sense.

Elide kisses the nape of her neck and doesn’t pull away as she asks, “Is this ok?”

Lorcan carefully eases into Elide’s hold. Their legs move and Elide’s is stretched over her hip. She grips Elide’s thigh and nods, “Yeah. ‘t’s kinda nice.”

“Kinda?” Elide teases, her grin spreading across Lorcan’s skin.

A slight, barely-there smile curls Lorcan’s full lips. “I feel safe, Lee.” She takes Elide’s hand and kisses her fingertips, “You make me feel safe.”

<3<3<3

@ladyverena @ladywitchling @mythicaitt @sassyhobbits @darklesmylove @julemmaes @letstakethedawn @cicada-bones @highladyofthegentry @darlinminds @nahthanks @sjmships @eyllweambassador @flamingveritas @adelzd-bookblr @somewhatdynamite @woollycat22 @firestarsandseneschals @the-regal-warrior

#femslash february #fem!elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #fem!lorcan salvaterre #isa writes lesbian shit #nalgenewhore

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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masterlist - ao3 - day five - day seven

<3<3<3

Elide stands in the doorway of her loft apartment, empty save for the cheap furniture that was already here when she moved in.

Her slender, sloped eyes fill with tears and she folds her arms across her body, her hands gripping the opposite sweater sleeve. She doesn’t hear or sense the person walking down the hall until they’ve wrapped their arms around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head, “You good?”

Tilting her head up, she looks into Lorcan’s dark, depthless eyes. “Kind of.” Elide leans into her fiancée and sighs shakily, her vision blurring. “I’m going to miss this place.”

“Me too,” Lorcan says, resting her chin on top of Elide’s head. “We had our first kiss here.”

Elide grins, “Yeah… we said our first ‘I love you’ here, too.” They’re silent for a long moment, thinking and reminiscing. Elide is the first to move. She turns in Lorcan’s arms and smiles up at her, “I think I’m ready to go now.”

Her fiancée drops her hand to Elide’s lower back. “Ok. We have time, you know. You don’t have to rush this. I know you loved your apartment. It was your home.”

Elide lifts onto the tips of her toes and kisses Lorcan gently, her hands looping around Lorcan’s neck. “I know.” She bumps her nose into Lorcan’s and pulls back slightly, so that they still share a breath. “But I’m ready to go. To our home.”

A happy grin steals across Lorcan’s face and she presses her lips to Elide’s. Elide melts against her, one hand sliding to Lorcan’s cheek. Lorcan’s teeth graze over her bottom lip and she sucks Elide’s lip into her mouth, licking her tongue over the small hurt. The motion pulls a moan from Elide’s throat.

When they pull apart, their chests rise and fall faster than usual. Elide sweetly pushes Lorcan’s hair back and steps away, bending down to pick up the last box. It has her most valued possessions, like movie ticket stubs from dates, a rock from the lake near her childhood home, a strip of photos from a photobooth. “It’s time.”

Lorcan nods and Elide slips the key off of her keychain. She leaves it on the counter and takes Lorcan’s hand, squeezing twice. Lorcan smiles and they walk down to her truck. Elide fits the last one in the truck bed next to the others. She walks around to the passenger seat and climbs in, grinning at her fiancée.

The dark woman’s eyes sparkle and she starts the engine, reaching over to turn Elide’s face, “I love you, Lee.”

Elide smiles and bites her lip, “I love you too, L.” She kisses Lorcan’s palm and pulls the hand on her face down to her lap. As Lorcan begins to drive, Elide opens her window and leans towards it, letting the golden, brilliant sun shine across her face.

The air is warm and sunshiney, coaxing a wide grin across her face. Lorcan glances over and smiles at the sight of her girl so happy. She lifts Elide’s hand and kisses her knuckles, resting their joined hands on the centre console.

Their new bungalow is only fifteen minutes away. Lorcan parks in front of the front gate and they step out, meeting by the tailgate.

For the next hour, they move all the boxes into the living room. Elide divides different sections that relate to the different rooms and stacks the boxes that Lorcan carries in in neat piles. When Lorcan tries to put a heavy box, labelled BEDROOM, down, Elide stops her, gasping like she’s committed some crime against humanity. “Oh my gods, Lorcan, were you even listening?! That’s the kitchen pile, bedroom stuff goes over there.”

Lorcan arches her brow and slowly puts the box down in its correct spot. “Lee…”

Elide looks at her and sighs, “Yeah. I’m just- I want it to be perfect.”

Lorcan snorts and slides behind Elide, sweeping her up in a tight hug. She nips at the skin beneath Elide’s ear and whispers, “It’s us, when are things ever perfect?”

“Put me down, you big bully!”

“Oh, now, no need to be rude,” Lorcan says, finally letting Elide free. She pivots sharply and frowns up at Lorcan, her arms angrily crossed. Lorcan steps forward and cups Elide’s face, lifting it up. She strokes her thumbs over Elide’s strong jaw, “Sweetheart.”

“Lorcan.”

“I think you should step back for a couple minutes, maybe eat something, drink some water.”

“Stop trying to baby me.”

Lorcan clicks her tongue, “I am not babying you, I’m taking care of the woman I’m marrying in three months.” She bends her head to press a series of soft kisses across Elide’s face. “I got this. Go for a drive, or something. Just get out of here.”

Elide is still frowning as she begrudgingly agrees, “Fine. You’re probably right.” She closes her eyes and sighs through her nose. When she opens her eyes, she looks up at Lorcan and nods, offering her an apologetic grin. “Thank you. For taking care of me.” Elide stands on her tiptoes and kisses the sensitive spot beneath Lorcan’s jaw.

Lorcan rubs Elide’s back, “You’re very welcome.” For a moment, they remain frozen in their gentle moment. Elide rests her face in the hollow of Lorcan’s neck, breathing in that cedar perfume that is so familiar to her. Lorcan’s arms loosen, and Elide calmly steps back, the frown melted from her face.

She takes Lorcan hands and presses her lips to Lorcan’s knuckles, “I’m going. I’ll get us food.”

Lorcan grins and kisses Elide’s forehead, “Will you get me a coffee?”

“I will,” Elide promises, walking backwards towards the door after she takes the keys out of Lorcan’s pocket. Once she reaches the door, she turns and flashes Lorcan a wide grin, the freckles on her cheeks shifting, “Be back soon, babe.”

“Yeah, not too soon,” Lorcan warns, slowly making her way to the open door. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, hon.” Elide blows her a kiss and waves her fingers. Lorcan smiles and closes the door, breathing out a sigh of relief. With Elide gone, she can actually get things done.

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens the calling app. Lorcan calls the person she always calls.

It rings for a while and Lorcan waits patiently, knowing exactly what the golden nightmare is doing.

“Salvaterre,” Aelin purrs, “how can I help you today?”

“Feel like distracting Lee?”

Aelin laughs, “She still freaking out about the move?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Lorcan leans to the side, glancing out of the living room window. She sees the truck becoming smaller and smaller. “I made her leave for food so that gives us, like… half an hour at most.”

On the other end of the line, Aelin hums in contemplation. “Ok… I’ll see where she’s at and intercept and I’ll send the cavalry to you.”

Lorcan watches the truck disappear around the corner. “‘t’s nice to know that you can be helpful once in a while.”

Aelin sniffs, “I like being unpredictable. Anyhoozles,” Lorcan hates that word, “I’m off. I’ll bring her back in, what, six hours?”

“Yep. See you then, Ash.”

Aelin says good-bye and they both hang up. Lorcan opens Spotify and scrolls through her playlists, smiling when she sees the new one Elide has to have made. It’s title simply with the date it was created. She presses shuffle play and puts it down on the fireplace mantel.

The first song that plays is upbeat and fast. Lorcan recognises it almost immediately and a smile pulls at her full lips.

I can’t remember when we met because she didn’t have a top on… top on…

I improvised a ‘lil bit - she said my references were spot on… spot on…

Softly, Lorcan starts to sing along, “‘Can I take you for a drink?’ She said, ‘Oh god, I’ll have to think, ‘cause we’re mates it doesn’t feel right?’”

And I said “It’s cool” and “I was messing”...

But it’s true, yeah it’s you

You’re the one that makes me feel right…

By the time she’s listened through seven more songs, Lorcan has unpacked the kitchen boxes. She lifts her head when she hears three obnoxious voices and frowns out the window, watching her brothers walk up to the front door.

She loves them, and they’re the closest thing to family that she has, but… they're just so irritating.

“Ay, yo, Salvaterre! Where you at?”

Lorcan pauses her music and walks into the living room, clicking her tongue, “Take your shoes off, you animals.”

They all dutifully take their shoes off and stack them to the side. Fenrys bounds over, his afro bouncing. “Hey, man, how are you?”

“I’m good,” Lorcan says, accepting the obligatory hug Fenrys traps her in. A reluctant smile appears on her face and she hugs him back, “How are you?”

“Same old, same old,” Fenrys replies, bouncing back and looking around. “So, where do you need us, boss?”

“Uh…” Lorcan thinks as she daps Rowan up. “I don’t know yet. The kitchen is done, so… any place, I guess.” Fenrys nods and sets off determinedly to the boxes taking up most of the living room space.

Connall claps Lorcan’s back as he passes, “I’ll supervise.”

“And I’ll super-supervise,” Rowan says, grinning widely when Connall and Fenrys squawk in offence.

“Oh, I see you just let anyone in your house, huh?”

Lorcan turns when she hears her cousin’s voice, sharing the same dry grin, “Yeah, you know Lee would kick my ass if I turned the strays away.”

Vaughan slings his arm around her shoulders and rests his head against hers. “How’d you convince her to leave?”

“Reason. And I sent G to stall her,” Lorcan says.

He snorts and soon they’re all unpacking boxes. Lorcan tells them to leave the bedroom and office boxes alone. The latter are Elide’s, and Lorcan knows that she’ll want to fix it just so. As for their bedroom, Lorcan wants to put it together with the woman she shares it with.

The sun has just begun to dip beneath the horizon when they’re finally finishing up. Lorcan stares at a picture of her and Elide, wondering if she should move it elsewhere.

“Lor? You ok?”

She snaps her head to the side. She forgot she was alone for a moment. “Yeah, I’m ok.” Lorcan looks around, her brows raising. Everything is unpacked. It looks like their home now. She smiles a rare smile, the one where both her dimples show. “It looks… incredible, guys. Thank you, this… it meant a lot, or whatever.” Her shoulders start to bunch up, tense. Lorcan has never been comfortable with praise or affection, but she tries. Elide makes it easier.

The boys mumble ‘You’re welcome’s, equally unused to it as she.

Rowan’s phone dings, so he pulls it out. When he sees the text Aelin sent him, he chuckles, “Apparently Aelin cannot stall Elide any longer. They’re on their way here, be here in… ten minutes.”

“Right, well, that’s our cue,” Connall says, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We’ll let you surprise your girl and stuff.”

Unwillingly, Lorcan feels her cheeks heat. As Fenrys walks out, he catches her blush and laughs, “Aww, she’s blushing. Who knew that Hellas’ heir had feelings?”

She reaches out and slaps him upside the head, “Yeah, keep pointing it out, Fen. We’ll see if I don’t beat your dumb ass.”

“Easy, easy,” Vaughan says, stepping between them and gesturing for Fenrys to leave as fast as he could. “Cool it, killer. We’re just saying that it’s, you know, it’s nice to see you like this.”

Lorcan steps back, her spitfire anger calmed. She lets a small smile show, “Thanks. It’s… it’s Elide.” Her smile grows softer and the boys laugh as they file out to their cars. Lorcan leans against the porch column, joking with them as they leave. “I’ll see you guys later.”

She waves and walks back inside, anxiously pacing in front of the door. Her phone rings and she snatches it out of her pocket, accepting the call before she sees who it is. “Hello?”

“Hi, honey,” Elide says. “I’m almost home. I’m so sorry you had to do everything alone, I saw Aelin and she needed to do a bunch of things.”

“Don’t worry about it. You had a good day, right?”

Elide sighs, “Yeah. Honestly, I’ve just been so caught up with the move and the wedding. It was nice to not think about any of it today.”

“I’m glad,” Lorcan says. “Are you going to be home soon? I miss you.”

Her fiancée laughs, “Needy, needy. I’ll be there soon. Love you, L.”

“Love you too, princess.” Lorcan pulls the phone away from her ear and ends the call. She sits down on one of the armchairs to wait and idly takes a book off of the nearest shelf. Flipping past the first few pages, Lorcan settles in and rests her chin on her fist.

Headlights shine through the front window and they’re nothing but a nuisance to her until she realises who it is. Lorcan puts the book back and stands, crossing to the front door. She opens the door as Elide climbs out of the truck, a bag of takeaway in her hand. She lofts it, smiling ruefully, “Will you forgive me for abandoning you today? I got you your favourite.”

Lorcan grins as Elide walks up the stone pathway. “I might.”

Elide steps onto the porch, “We can eat and then start unpacking the rest?” She doesn’t wait for Lorcan’s response before she walks past her and pushes the door open. “I– it’s all done. How is it all done?”

Lorcan follows her in and looks around proudly. “I might’ve asked Aelin to stall you. And I called in the cavalry.” She tucks Elide into her side, “They really are helpful when you tell them exactly what to do.”

Her fiancée laughs tearfully and puts their food down so she can walk around, her eyes bright. “This… this is exactly what I wanted.”

Elide spends the next half hour looking around and getting used to their new home. She pokes around the living room and the kitchen too, fawning over the seemingly thousands of potted plants they have.

Lorcan watches with an adoring expression, completely entranced by everything Elide does.

Spinning, Elide holds her hands out to Lorcan. “Come.”

As always, Lorcan does as Elide tells her and stands up from the table chair she was sitting on. Lorcan takes Elide’s hands and looks down at her, one brow arched, “What is it, Lee?” Without a word, Elide starts to swing and sway. Lorcan follows warily, still unsure what Elide is trying to do. “Princess…”

“Just dance with me, love,” Elide says.

Lorcan hums in understanding and lifts Elide’s hands to her shoulders. Hers loosely rest on Elide’s waist and Lorcan begins to dance, leading Elide around their cosy kitchen. Elide beams and presses herself forwards, her head tipped against Lorcan’s chest. Lorcan’s heart trips over itself and she bends her head to hide her smile in Elide’s dark hair. The bergamot shampoo she uses clings to the thick, rich tresses.

The only music is their soft feet padding and sliding across the colourfully tiled floor. Elide grins wildly when Lorcan spins her out. Her head tips back and the silver light of the moon washes over her ethereal face.

Lorcan’s breath catches in her throat. She wants to be consumed by Elide. In near reverence, Lorcan cups Elide’s face. She tilts it back, slowly marking every feature. “You…”

“What,” Elide laughs, her hands squeezing Lorcan’s waist.

“The moon looks just right right now,” Lorcan murmurs, delicately tracing the way the light slides over Elide.

Elide’s smile turns tender and loving. She takes Lorcan’s hand and silently leads them into the backyard. They sit on the cool grass, Elide leaned against Lorcan’s chest, sitting between her legs.

“So,” Lorcan begins, her lips brushing against the shell of Elide’s ear, “is it everything you’ve ever wanted?”

Elide shakes her head, “No. I’ve only ever wanted one thing. And I've already got it.”

“Oh, really? Care to tell me what it is?”

“You,” Elide says, simply. “A life with you, a home…”

“And now we have a home.”

“No,” she shakes her head and turns, kneeling between Lorcan’s spread legs. “Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?”

“That you are my home.” Elide holds Lorcan’s face in her hands like the most rare of presents, “And you always have been.”

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The stupid beads on her stupid headdress dangle over her eyes and Elide angrily bats them away, her other hand white-knuckled in the heavy, ruby-red skirts of her dress.

She stalks through the circus grounds, anger and hate nearly sparking from her eyes. Because of their cover, Lorcan’s taken to bracing Elide’s ankle constantly, but her gratitude for it and her growing affection for the female cannot placate her now.

It’s the third night in a row that Elide’s customers at the oracle’s tent have been driven off to see Lorcan’s performance, and Elide has reached her breaking point.

The female is doing it to annoy her, she just knows it. She will not crack and pretends to hate it, pretends to not know that Lorcan craves her attention.

On the other side of the grounds they’ve claimed is Lorcan’s clearing. The crowd is too thick for Elide to push her way through, so she climbs onto a barrel for a vantage point.

Lorcan’s hatchet and dagger are gleaming arcs of light as she fights the foolish man who thought he could best her. A line, near a mile long, snakes its way around. Elide doesn’t understand mortal men and their fascination with proving their power over women and females. She marvels at their confidence, when it seems as though Lorcan is hardly breaking a sweat and the bored expression on her harsh face clearly shows that this is nothing but play to her, not even challenging enough to be considered training.

She whirls and spins, always getting the best of her opponent, who stumbles around after her, trying to get a single hit.

It’s beautiful, the way Lorcan moves, each move effortless and deliberate. The way her hair shifts like rustling grasses on a flat, open plain, not once getting caught on her opponent’s rusty sword.

Then, in a flurry of motion that has Elide’s brows lifting and heat rising to her cheeks, Lorcan’s contender is tripped and his back slams into the hard dirt, where wild grasses used to grow. The tip of Lorcan’s hatchet presses into his flabby neck and Elide stares, her eyes glassing over as she watches the vein in his neck pump rapidly with his racing pulse.

Slowly, she wanders her eyes up the weapon and Lorcan’s arm, tracing the lines of toned muscle visible through the shirt that clings to her sweaty, glowing skin.

“And the winner is Lorcan!” Nic announces, eagerly stepping forward to triumphantly lift Lorcan’s hand. Unlike before, his eyes don’t stray to the precarious neckline of Lorcan’s open shirt. The still-red slice beneath his left eye is a warning to others, of what will happen should one forget their place.

The disgust on Lorcan’s face is unmasked and she snatches her hand back, baring her non-human teeth. Wisely, his face paling, Nic steps away, self-consciously lifting his hand to the cruel wound that still smarts.

Good.

Lorcan looks elsewhere, possibly to her next challenger, but her eyes slide to Elide. She reads the angered desire in them and smirks, her steps swaggering as she returns to her starting position.

It’s almost as if she expects Elide to sit and simper like the rest of her adoring public. Elide’s upper lip curls with annoyance and she gets down from the barrel, her skirts dragging on the ground. She glares down at them and lifts them up, wanting to shred them to pieces.

Instead of doing what she wishes, Elide leaves, her back straight and chin lifted in defiance.

She returns to her tent, where no one awaits. Hardly anyone is by this end anyway, all drawn to the strongwoman’s show. Elide rips the sign down and aggressively shoves the heavy curtains aside as she stomps inside.

The first second that she’s alone and hidden from the world, Elide yanks the headdress off and throws it away. She pushes her hair back from her sweaty forehead and sighs, slowly walking to the rickety card table erected in the middle of the tent.

Elide takes a cloth from the table and walks to the corner, where there is a collection of cushions and pillows to recline against. She remains standing and picks up the pitcher of water. Elide dunks her cloth in it and uses the sodden material to wipe the thick layer of cosmetics from her face. Every evening, Molly and Ombriel insist on pasting it across Elide’s face. She hates how thick it feels on her skin.

Face cleansed, Elide pulls the pins from her hair, letting the thick tresses, rich and dark like cocoa, fall around her shoulders. She scratches her scalp, easing the pain from her roots. Then, Elide sits, slowly lying down and looking at the candles that surround her.

She tracks the wax drops falling down the sides, spilling over the cheap candle holders, as she waits for Molly to shout that the carnival has ended. Then, she’ll return to the too-small tent and wait for Lorcan. Neither have ever mentioned how Elide cannot fall asleep until Lorcan’s arrived.

After a few minutes, when Elide has still not heard Molly’s shout, someone shoulders through the tent flaps. She sits up, expecting Ombriel here for the money, but sees Lorcan, bare from the hips up, save for the tight chest wraps she dons every morning. Elide rolls her eyes and says drily, “You know that Molly will be begging you to stay.”

Lorcan walks until she’s reached the back of the tent and picks up Elide’s water jug. She drinks deeply and accidentally sloshes some of the cool liquid down her chin. Transfixed, Elide watches a bead of water trail down the line of Lorcan’s throat, catching on her collarbone.

Her cheeks heat again.

“Nic cannot wait for us to go,” Lorcan counters, putting the jug down and standing above Elide with a hand on her hip.

Elide rolls her eyes again and crosses her arms, jerking her chin towards the absence of a shirt. “Did you sell your shirt too, then?”

The grin that slices across the death-blessed Fae’s face can only be described as wicked. “Sure did. Got fifteen coppers from a farmer’s wife for it.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“What, the fact that it was a woman?”

“No,” Elide says, narrowing her eyes, “the fact that someone would pay for your sweaty clothes.”

For some reason, Lorcan takes Elide’s engagement in the conversation as an invitation and sits down, propping up cushions to lean against. She tucks her hands behind her head and shrugs, “Money is money.”

Elide eyes her, “You don’t seem so…”

“Irritated?”

“Murderous.”

Lorcan hums, “Besting thirty men and having fifteen of their wives offer a spot in their beds does that to a person.”

Elide digs her nails into her upper arms hard enough to leave crescent marks. She can’t explain the feeling that shakes her body and makes her want to snarl in the face of those women. “Then why aren’t you with them.”

Lorcan surveys the candles, the carpets, the pillows and cushions. Her eyes don’t miss the tight grip of Elide’s hands and something like satisfaction flashes across her gaze. “I do not care for mortal women who like to use me to explore their desires. I am not a… plaything or an experiment.” She smoothly gets to her feet and picks up the cloth Elide discarded earlier. One side is smeared with a white paste of cosmetics, so she flips it and uses it to wipe the grime from her skin. “You know, I heard a great many men tonight speaking of the things they’d like to do to you. Why not have your fun with them?”

The thought of any man, but especially the ones who leered at her this evening, touching her skin… their bodies on hers… Elide has to fight the shudder that runs through her and the urge to crawl out of her skin.

She drops her hands into her lap and looks down at them, idly fingering a rip in the cheap fabric that chafes her smooth, creamy skin. “I do not want them.”

Lorcan retakes her seat, but she’s closer to Elide now. Close enough that Elide can see the hints of smile lines on her cheeks. “Do you prefer women?”

“No. I do not ‘prefer’ women.” Elide looks up, like recognising like. “I do not care for men. At all. Not in that way.” Hardly in any way.

“Neither do I,” Lorcan says, her voice almost… soft.

A small smile twists Elide’s plush lips, “I knew that. You… do not hide it well, if that is what you’re trying to do.”

Surprisingly, Lorcan laughs. It’s nothing more than a dry chuckle that hisses through her teeth, but it stirs something warm in Elide’s belly. “I suppose I do not. I no longer care to have the patience one needs to deal with them.”

“Did you ever?”

“No,” Lorcan laughs, again.

Elide decides she likes it when Lorcan laughs, and she wants to hear the rasping sound for the rest of her days. Carefully, with fear of rejection, Elide moves closer. Lorcan is silent, her dark eyes tracking Elide with some sort of warmth.

It’s- it’s too much. Elide looks down again, shifting her skirts. Her ankle is exposed, Lorcan’s magic snugly wrapped around it. She stares at it a moment, her fingers twitching.

“Does… does it hurt?” The words sound unnatural, like Lorcan has never asked that.

Elide looks up, “No. Not really. It’s… it’s just sore.”

Lorcan frowns, glaring at her ankle. Around it, her power slithers, holding it tighter. “You told me the magic helped. Why does it hurt.”

“You know,” Elide teases, “that’s supposed to be a question.”

Lorcan glares at her, utterly unimpressed by her avoidance.

Elide sighs and rolls her eyes, “The brace helps, but… the bones healed improperly. No matter what, it will always hurt a little bit. I hardly notice it anymore.”

The fierceness eases from her face, but there’s a different anger that fills her gaze. Lorcan studies her ankle and touches it with a gentle finger. “It… hurts most of all here.” The slivers of cool, dry death move to apply more pressure. A slight twinge eases a bit of the stiffness. “And here.”

She fixes everything she can, and Elide is… it’s far lighter. She smiles and looks up at Lorcan, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Lorcan says, silently looking at Elide.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because. I want to kiss you.”

A sly brow arches up, “Really? Is there a… reason you haven’t yet?” Elide tilts closer, “Are you frightened?”

Lorcan snarls and slides her hand to the side of Elide’s neck, stroking her thumb over the corner of Elide’s jaw. She’s almost… gentle when she kisses Elide.

The smaller woman grins and grazes Lorcan’s bottom lip with her teeth. She licks into Lorcan’s mouth, slightly out of practice. In her teenage years, she had her fun and filth with the maid girls, or the laundress’ daughter who delivered her sheets.

At Morath… Manon. But she’s never truly wanted a person as much as Lorcan.

The demi-Fae cups the back of her head and twists her onto her back, leaning between her legs. She controls it, kisses Elide slow and deep.

Elide sighs softly and gives in, arching her back into the female above her. Lorcan’s fingertips drag down her spine and her hand grabs Elide’s backside.

Lorcan slides her lips down Elide’s jaw and her canines nearly breaking the skin beneath it. Elide’s gasp is caught in her throat and then Lorcan stops. She lifts her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nic.”

A whip of Lorcan’s magic snaps out and strikes through the heavy tent curtains. There’s a scuffing and the scent of piss and… fear, so thick that Elide nearly gags on it.

Then, a heavy body thumps on the ground. Lorcan slowly rises to her feet, still touching her hand to Elide’s. “He’s dead.”

Elide stands and places her hand on Lorcan’s jaw, turning her face back, “Then it’s done.”

Lorcan wraps her arms around Elide’s waist and dips her dramatically, catching her lips again. She’s not sure she’ll stop craving the taste and feel of it.

After a long, lazy moment, Elide tilts her chin away. “We have our own tent. A private tent.”

Those dark, depthless eyes glitter, “Is that so.”

“Yes,” she grins. “And, just so I know, is this… a one night tryst for you?”

“I’m yours for however long you wish.”

Elide traces her fingertip over the dip in Lorcan’s collarbones, “If I wanted you for longer than one night?”

“Yes, even then.”

“Months?”

“Even then.”

“Years?”

“Even then.”

Elide kisses Lorcan once more, “And if I wished for forever?”

Lorcan thinks for a moment, her lashes brushing against Elide’s high, rosy cheeks. “Especially then.”

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Elide stands in the kitchen, calmly waiting for the coffee to be ready.

Her hips sway side to side as she dances slowly, spinning around the small space. The sun’s risen and it streams into their apartment, washing nearly every surface in its golden light. Elide sings softly, “The moment I wake up… before I put on my make-up, I say a little prayer for you…”

While combing my hair, now

And wondering what dress to wear, now

I say a little prayer for you…

She hums along and turns, glancing down the hallway. The bedroom door is open and she knows that her girlfriend hasn’t moved an inch. Elide shakes her head. Lorcan is such a baby sometimes.

The stovetop coffee pot boils. She pours two mugs and fixes Lorcan’s just the way she likes it.

Forever, and ever, you’ll stay in my heart and I will love you

“Forever, and ever, we never will part, oh, how I love you…” she walks to the start of the hallway and calls down, “Honey? Are you up yet?”

From their bedroom, she hears a pitiful groan. “Yeah.” Elide chuckles softly and picks up her coffee, sipping delicately. She hums at the rich taste and sighs. Lorcan swears loudly and races out of their room, sprinting into the bathroom.

Alarmed, Elide puts her coffee down and runs to the toilet. Lorcan’s kneeled before the toilet, her shoulders heaving as she retches. Elide stands between her legs and pulls her long hair back for her, twisting it up with one hand. She rubs Lorcan’s back, “That’s it, just let it all out. Yeah.”

Lorcan groans weakly and empties her stomach again. She gulps down oxygen, her lungs greedy for it. She slumps down, resting her forehead against the toilet seat. It’s cool against her feverish skin.

Elide makes a noise as she runs her fingers through Lorcan’s hair, “Oh, honey, ew. Don’t lie there.” She leans down to kiss the top of Lorcan’s head, “Why don’t you brush your teeth and get back to bed?”

“Ok,” Lorcan whispers. She slinks to her feet and shuffles to the sink. She moves slowly, washing her hands and then brushing her teeth. Elide still rubs Lorcan back, scratching with her nails.

“I made you coffee,” Elide says, smiling sweetly. “And I can get you something to eat before I’ve got to get to work.” She lifts her hand to tweak something about Lorcan’s hair. “Do you feel like anything?”

“You’re not staying?” Lorcan asks, frowning as she rinses the toothpaste from her mouth. “Why?”

Elide laughs, “I have work. You’ll be ok.” She stretches upwards and kisses Lorcan’s cheek, her hand cupping the other. “I believe in you.”

She only frowns harder, “No, I don’t want you to leave.” Lorcan slides her arm around Elide’s back. “Why can’t you stay?”

Elide hums and tilts her head to the side, “I can’t, baby. You know it’s important.”

“Yeah,” Lorcan mutters. “I guess.” She sighs and lets go of Elide to slide back to their room, her motions tender to avoid setting herself off. Elide trails after her love, her heart squeezing with guilt. She likes to care for Lorcan. The woman doesn’t relinquish control easily. She’s rather guarded. “Fuck, why did I drink that much?”

Elide snorts softly and pads back down the hallway. She’ll fetch their coffees and stay a little later than usual. She can be late to work once. “I told you not to!”

Lorcan curses, “Was this a ploy to get me to follow your advice? I’m dying.”

“You think that I forced you to drink that much so you would be hungover this morning?”

“Uh-huh!”

Elide walks into their room and puts Lorcan’s mug down on her nightstand table. She sits beside her girlfriend, “That’s irrational, Lor.”

“You’re irrational,” Lorcan mutters, flicking her eyes over to Elide. She sits up carefully, “Did you make me coffee?”

“Yes, I did,” Elide reaches over and passes Lorcan her mug.

Lorcan accepts the still steaming drink and sips tentatively. She settles back against the headboard and closes her eyes. Her long legs are splayed across their bed and Lorcan tips her head against Elide’s shoulder. “Don’t go,” she whispers, nudging her nose into Elide’s jaw. “Please?”

“I wish I didn’t have to,” Elide says. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“‘t’s ok,” Lorcan murmurs, lifting herself up and flashing Elide a small smile. “Really. I’ll live.”

Elide hums and kisses Lorcan. “Thought you said you were dying.”

“I was being dramatic.”

She laughs and kisses Lorcan once more, “Gods, I love you.” She pulls away, brushing Lorcan’s hair back. “I’ll call you at lunch to check in.”

“Ok,” Lorcan nods, grinning softly. “I love you too.”

Elide gets out of bed and walks to her closet. She can feel Lorcan’s eyes on her as she pulls her sweater off, leaving her in the tank top she wears to sleep. “You’re staring,” Elide says, her cheeks blushing. It’s ridiculous that Lorcan can still make her blush like this.

“Sure am.”

She laughs and looks over her shoulder at Lorcan, “You’re ridiculous.”

Lorcan hums and drinks her coffee, “And you’re beautiful.”

Elide clicks her tongue and turns back, grabbing the clothes she set out earlier. She takes her outfit and walks out of the room, “I am not letting you distract me.”

The dark haired woman laughs, her head tilted back, “That’s not what I was doing, Lee!”

“Sure you weren’t,” Elide replies from the bathroom. She doesn’t bother closing the door as she slips on a pair of camel trousers and a lavender cashmere sweater. Elide sweeps her dark hair up and keeps it in place with a tortoiseshell clamp. For make-up, Elide goes quicker than usual, keeping it simple with an expertly sharp winged eyeliner, mascara, blush, and a deep pink lipstick.

She puts her things away and walks back out, clipping the clasp of her delicate bracelet. “Love? Are you sleeping?” There’s no response from Lorcan, so Elide pops her head in. She smiles at the sight of Lorcan, nestled into the pile of pillows and a thick duvet. Lorcan is fully asleep and Elide pads in. She leans over the side of their mattress and kisses Lorcan’s temple, “I love you.”

Elide brushes Lorcan’s hair back and leaves, stealing one last backwards glance. She grabs her phone and her bag, slipping on her white pumps. She knows it won’t be too cold, but she still grabs her long wool coat and shrugs it on before leaving.

When she’s arrived in the lobby, her phone buzzes. Elide digs it out of her pocket as she pushes the doors open and she smiles at the text she’s received.

honey: i love you too.

<3<3<3

an: i love them. i am obsessed and thats ok.

#femslash february #fem!elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #fem!lorcan salvaterre #isa writes lesbian shit #nalgenewhore

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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femslash february 2021: fem!elorcan face claims + astrology chart

vasha thapa as lorcan salvaterre (scorpio sun, aries moon, scorpio ascendant)

kicki yang zhang as elide lochan (gemini sun, virgo moon, scorpio ascendant)

#femslash february #fem!elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #fem!lorcan salvaterre #nalgenewhore

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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masterlist - ao3 - day seven - day nine

<3<3<3

It’s loud in the house. Music booms from every possible speaker and shakes the sticky, dirtied floor. Unlike usual, Lorcan doesn’t really mind the noise. She’s sitting with Aelin, listening to the blonde girl lament her woes.

“She’s so pretty, Lorcy, like… so so pretty,” Aelin gushes, trying to keep her voice down so that the object of her affections doesn’t hear. Since she’s drunk, Aelin has lost all abilities to self regulate and she’s practically shouting into Lorcan’s ear. “Just look at her! Why can’t I have her?”

Lorcan glances towards Lysandra, to where she dances freely in the middle of the room. Admittedly, she’s beautiful, but not Lorcan’s type. She gets why Aelin’s so into her, too. Lorcan’s vision is blurry, a result of the seemingly endless rounds of beer pong she and Aelin dominated, the joint that Lyria sweetly rolled for her, and the overcomplicated drinking game Fenrys insisted she join. “You can’t ever have her if she doesn’t know, Ash.”

Aelin pouts dramatically and rolls her eyes, “But then I’d have to tell her. Like… I’d have to talk to her.”

Lorcan snorts and slurs, “Gods, woman, just fuckin’ do it already. I’m gonna get alcohol poisoning if I have to sit here and listen to this.”

“Fuck you,” Aelin spits, bitter as she drains her beer.

After her drink is finished, Aelin goes on some rant, but Lorcan isn’t listening.

Her eyes, her entire body, really, is drawn to the woman who steps into the room, her cunning eyes sweeping across the crowd. Lorcan swears everything gets quieter. Aelin’s voice is muffled and the beat of her heart is so much louder than it normally is.

When Elide’s eyes lock on Lorcan’s, the woman grins, some sort of tension eased from her shoulders. She moves to join Lorcan, but then a happy woman with curly brown hair and doe-brown, freckled skin wraps her arms around Elide from behind.

Elide freezes and turns, relaxing when she sees that it’s only Lyria. Lorcan watches them, but her eyes never stray from Elide. She doesn’t want to wait for the cover of darkness to touch her. She spends her days trying to fool herself, pretending like the rushed and hasty moments she has with Elide are enough.

She cannot so easily do that now.

Before she realises what she’s doing, Lorcan is walking across the room, her path clear. Lyria looks up first, smiling at Lorcan, “Well, hey there.”

Lorcan smiles a tense smile and wraps an arm around her best friend’s girlfriend, “Hey, Lia.”

“You sure look happy,” the young hippie says, arching a brow up.

Lorcan laughs softly, her eyes heavy on Elide’s. “Lochan.”

“Salvaterre,” Elide replies, her voice cool and detached. Her eyes glitter with something secret. Lorcan loves that she’s the only person who can truly read Elide.

“I didn’t think you were coming tonight.”

She curls a lock of glossy hair around her finger and a smile ghosts across her plush lips. Lorcan really, really wants to kiss her, but she knows she can’t. Not where everyone can see. “I didn’t think so either, but I just couldn’t stay away.”

Lyria watches them, not entirely sure what’s happening. She’s always told Rowan that there is something between the two girls, but he doesn’t believe her. He says that they’re both too upfront to keep their feelings hidden for this long.

Almost like she’s manifested him, Rowan walks in, put-together and professional as always, truly his girlfriend’s contrast. It shouldn’t make sense, but no one has ever seen them happier.

He slips his arm around Lyria’s waist and rests his hand on her hip. “Hi, guys.” He tucks his shoulder behind Lyria, always unconsciously protecting her from the world. “Hello, love,” he says to Lyria, sweetly kissing her temple. “Are you feeling alright?”

Lorcan’s heart cracks just a bit. She wishes she could do that for Elide, wishes she could dote on her. Subtly, she looks at Elide, who remains unaffected.

She returns to Aelin, but Lysandra’s in her lap. Lorcan silently seethes, choking on tears. She leaves, not able to stand it any longer.

Elide calls after her, but Lorcan doesn’t answer. She pretends not to hear. In the kitchen, Fenrys is organising something elaborate. The young man spies her and waves her over.

Lorcan cuts through the crowd, easily. People have always… quickly gotten out of her way. It’s one of her favourite things in life. Fenrys throws his arm around her neck, “What’s gotcha down, kiddo?”

“The princess,” Lorcan mutters, stealing another glance at Elide. She is… beautiful. Truly. Lorcan wanted to be around her, all the time. Her chest aches and she clenches her jaw, looking towards Fenrys’ pile of booze. “What’re we doing?”

“Getting you proper drunk, mate,” Fenrys laughs, passing her a can and a pair of keys. Lorcan forgoes the keys and taps the air bubble with her thumb. Then, she pierces the can with her teeth and quickly shotguns it.

Fenrys whoops and the next while goes by mostly forgotten. Eventually, they stumble into the living room and sit in a circle with their friends. Elide is opposite Lorcan and the brown-skinned girl can see the worried ‘v’ between her manicured brows. She drinks the water Rowan passes her and stretches her legs out. “What’re we playin’, G-Mone-ey!”

“Hellas, Lorcan, how drunk are you,” Elide comments drily, snorting softly.

Lorcan frowns and looks at her, taking the bottle Asterin wordlessly passes her. “Evidently not enough, princess.” The nickname is unfriendly and insulting this time, like it hasn’t been in awhile. She holds the bottle to her lips and drains it, decidedly putting it down on that floor. “So, what are we really playing?”

“Um…” Aelin looks around the circle, Lysandra lazily leaned against her chest. “Seven minutes in heaven. I wanna kiss pretty people.”

“Are we eighth graders, Ae?”

She clicks her tongue, “Hand me that bottle, fucko.”

Lorcan quietly mocks her friend and clumsily hands her the bottle. She pulls her legs back and waits.

“So,” Aelin says, smiling coyly, “I think our dear Lorcan should go first.” Lorcan protests loudly as their friends laugh and agree, all except Lyria, Rowan, and Elide. The former two watch the latter, recognising the signs of jealousy and hurt. Elide’s eyes flick around the circle, trying to determine who, exactly, wants to kiss Lorcan.

“You need to get some,” Manon says lowly, smirking.

“Ok, you know what, Blackbeak,” Lorcan starts, pointing menacingly at her. She takes the bottle from Aelin and spins it, flipping Manon off. “Bite me.”

Manon shakes her head and mutters into her glass, “I hate you.”

Lorcan shrugs and turns back to see who the bottle lands on. It spins and spins, catching on the flashing lights in the room.

Fenrys gasps loudly when it lands on Elide and the others snicker under their breaths, wondering what they’ll do. “Um… well. Ok.”

Elide presses her lips together and she stands, holding her hand out, “It’s nice to see that you’re enthused.”

Lorcan gets to her feet and takes Elide’s hand and tugs her out of the circle, ignoring the jeers. “I’m always enthused to do anything with you.”

Fenrys and Aedion herd them to the closet.

They’ve hardly closed the door before Lorcan is pressing Elide into it, her leg sliding between Elide’s thighs. Her hands tangle in Elide’s dark, dark hair and Lorcan pulls her head back, kissing down her jaw and throat.

Elide’s breath hitches in her throat and she arches into Lorcan, her eyes falling halfway shut. She tugs Lorcan’s face up to hers and holds it, like Lorcan is something precious, like she deserves to be treasured. “I can’t,” Elide pants, her body craving something that she can’t give into. Not yet.

“Why,” Lorcan asks. She sees the way hurt lingers in Elide’s gaze and it threatens to break her.

“Because I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” Elide says. “You’ve been ignoring me this entire night and now you want to hook up in the closet without saying a word?” The smaller girl pushes Lorcan’s shoulders and she backs away. “Why are you so upset with me? Did I… did I do something wrong?”

Lorcan shakes her head, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, Lee.”

“Ok, well, then why are you being like this? I don’t get it. I thought we were ok.”

“We were! We are, it’s- fuck, I want more, Elide,” Lorcan confesses, her eyes searching Elide’s. “I want more than closets and climbing out of your window! I want to be able to tell people how crazy I am about you. If,” she breathes in deeply, trying to order her thoughts, “if that isn’t what you want, I can… I can live with that. But I want more.” I need more.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Elide asks, her face almost crumpling.

“Whaddya mean,” Lorcan asks, blinking hard to focus her eyes.

Elide chuckles quietly and reaches out. She toys with Lorcan’s hands, “What if I wanted more too? What if…” she trails off and looks up through her lashes, “it isn’t enough for me either?”

“It isn’t?”

“Gods, no,” she says, pressing herself closer to Lorcan. “Of course it isn’t enough.” Elide shakes her head, “I hate seeing you in public and not being able to do anything. I hate sneaking around. I hate watching you leave. I hate that you never spend the night. I hate it.”

Lorcan kisses her, hard. She threads her fingers through Elide’s hair and pulls Elide against her.

Elide moans softly and slides her hands beneath Lorcan’s shirt.

They quickly lose track of time, desperate to soothe the ache in their chests. Lorcan turns them and effortlessly lifts Elide onto the closet’s shelf. Elide’s arms loop around her shoulders and Lorcan’s hands grip her thighs, keeping them tight around her hips.

Elide’s lips are soft and full against Lorcan’s. She gently parts them and Lorcan licks her tongue over Elide’s, Elide’s delicate whimper muffled by her lips.

Elide rocks her hips closer, making a needy sound in the back of her throat. Lorcan’s blood heats at the sound and she–

“Ok, lovebirds!” Fenrys declares as he sweeps the door open, exposing the two girls, wrapped around each other.

Lorcan frowns and Elide winces at the shaft of light that falls against them. “Fenrys. What the fuck do you want?” Behind him, Lorcan can see the rest of their friends, all curiously peering in.

The grin on Fenrys’ face is so cocky, Lorcan wants to slap it off. “Your seven minutes in heaven were done… ten minutes ago. Hurry it up! This is hot real estate, you know,” he says, referring to the closet.

Lorcan narrows her eyes and turns back to Elide. “Feel like leaving?”

“Very much so,” Elide replies, hopping off of the shelf and taking Lorcan’s hand. They slip out of the closet, grinning unashamedly at their friends. “Ta-ta, my darlings.”

Lorcan doesn’t remember how long it takes them to end up at her house, Elide’s back against her mattress.

Then, after, they lay together, the silver light of the moon slip-sliding over their bare forms. Elide props herself up, her legs still twitching. She leans over and presses her lips to the corner of Lorcan’s collar bone. She trails her kisses down, following the shadows and curves of Lorcan’s body.

Lorcan mumbles something incoherent and blindly reaches for Elide. “Sleep.”

Elide grins and lets herself be pulled into Lorcan’s arms. She fits her face against the crook of Lorcan’s neck and inhales her familiarity, her hand sliding around Lorcan’s hip. “Ok, love.”

<3<3<3

an: hippie!lyria came to me in a moment of pure genius and i am never letting it go. salem mitchell is my face claim for her !!

ive decided to only do fourteen days of femslash february since this is a busy month for me and its just too much <3

#femslash february #fem!elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #fem!lorcan salvaterre #isa writes lesbian shit #nalgenewhore

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