New One-shot: A Different Kind of Weapon
Three weeks have passed since Rhys and Nesta's latest fight. It's time to have a real conversation about it. (no CC3 spoilers, but ... we all know what the fight was about)
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30357864/chapters/135505468
Teaser:
Nesta snorted. “You want to make sure I’m not going to run away in my rage and take your brother with me?”
Rhys met her unreadable stare with one of his own. “You do not do well when you feel caged in.”
“The time to realize that was a year ago,” Nesta spat.
“I know you think I am power hungry and cruel.” He said and Nesta did not deny it. “That I scream and throw the weight of my power around for selfish gain. And you are not wrong.” He shrugged. Rhysand had never once hidden what he was. Neither had Nesta. Perhaps it was why they were in a constant, silent battle. “I have my reasons for what I do.”
“If you pick a piece of invisible lint off your collar and try to say we aren’t so different I will slice your arm off.”
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Lorcan x reader
Warnings?; Kidnapping, murder, blood, gore and ✨spelling errors ✨
It was dark in the cell, you could only make out the dirty brick walls around you and the bars in front.
It was cold and the air was damp, somewhere off in the distance there was a dripping sound echoing through the cell? Dungeon? You couldn’t tell.
You didn’t know what had taken you, one second you were going to give some reports on the small rebellions rising here and there to your friend and queen, Aelin and the next, a cloth was over your mouth, you tried not to breathe in the powder but in the end you could hold your breath.
And what’s worse?
No one knew you were gone.
Your tried to reach out to Lorcan through the bond but still no one had come for you
You were going to die there.
You thought back to the days when life was much simpler, you were known as the most beautiful female to ever live, even to the point of some males thinking you were a demon.
So carefree.
So naive…
You’d been toying with two guys much older then you and they found out about each other, they had gotten into an altercation and probably would’ve killed each other if it ether for him.
Lorcan.
Your mate.
He’d rolled his eyes once he saw the males fighting and was half tempted to leave them to it and then he saw you
Your eyes tearing up and hands shaking.
The bond hit him like being run over by a carriage
He immediately dragged the males away from each other and walked you home whilst you ranted about how you didn’t know they would go that far and how you felt and how you’d gone to far this time.
Lorcan said nothing, only throughout the journey getting physically closer,
At first you are just walking together then he got closer then a hand on the shoulder then to your waist until when you finally got home and said goodnight, you looked him in the eyes and it clicked.
You were going to die. You are also positively sure that the ones who kidnapped you are from the rebellion.
Fae haters.
Tears started to fall as you realised that you would probably never see any of your friends or mate again, rethinking all the things you wished you’d said to them, to him.
Until a scream came from the darkness, you flinched shuffling away from the bars as more cries on agony screeched out of the darkness, you started to cry harder.
Until from the shadows he came out, Lorcan himself, covered head to toe in blood that wasn’t his own,
“Lorc” you whimpered out
He raised he sword and demolished the bars before he rushed over and took a tried, dirty and bleeding you into his arms,
Tears of relief poured from your eyes and he his whispered words of comfort into your pointed ears,
“Your okay”
“Your alright”
“I’ve got you baby”
Carrying you out of the dungeon, bridal style, you noticed that it had been carved into a cage on the side of a mountain and once your eyes adjusted to the light you looked down and saw fighting.
A white leopard. Lysandra.
A white wolf. Fenrys.
Thunder and wind. Rowan
A giant silver sword. Aedion
And roaring fire. Aelin
They all came for you.
You looked to their opponents, your kidnappers.
You recognised them, the males from all those years ago, the ones who had fought over you, and others of whom you had broken hearts.
This wasn’t an act of rebellion, it was an act of revenge, for breaking all their hearts.
Suddenly you felt a rush of guilt surround you before Lorcan squeezed your thigh and looked you in the eyes, almost sending you a message
It’s not your fault, it was hundreds years ago, you’ve grown up, it’s not your fault.
It was then two of the males who had fought over tog long ago appeared behind Lorcan and you,
Loran remembered them, the much older males who had fallen for his, naive at the time, mate.
The ones who distressed her when they fought and said the winner would keep her, Lorcan saw red.
He placed you behind him and drew his monstrous sword. Covered in blood and charged at them,
The battle continued as Lorcan sliced them up, by the end of it they were merely tiny pieces of flesh, blood and bone on the rocky floor. It was cold and viscous, you were almost worried that when he would turn back around you wouldn’t recognise the male you loved
Boy, were you wrong.
He turned back to you and there was darkness in his eyes, sure, but also love. Love for you had turned Lorcan into that dark killing machine, you reached reach out you him again as he very easily picked you up bridal style, again and held you closer just as you did
The scent of blood and death was the only thing you could smell on Lorcan but you couldn’t blame him.
You wouldn’t blame him.
He did it all for you. To get you back. To get back to his love,
You couldn’t blame him, for it was love that made him crazy.
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