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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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Also this has the potential to be fluff but it's mostly for fun:

Aelin is a surrogate for someone she dearly loves, and her lovely husband Rowan loves to freak people out by stating the baby is not his 😂

heeheehee this is fun! thanks for the prompt!

word count: 867

warnings: little bit of language, brief mention of infertility

enjoy!

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Aelin didn't ever think she'd get over the weird feeling that carrying Lorcan Salvaterre's offspring gave her.

Elide had first approached her almost fifteen months ago saying she had questions about babies, which Aelin, having two children of her own, was more than happy to answer. As it turned out, though, Elide told her that her OB had recently let her know she couldn't carry, and she was looking for ways to have children. She and Lorcan dearly wanted a family, though they'd waited a few years after getting married to start trying for a baby. After months of struggling turned into years and lots of visits to specialists, Elide and Lorcan had finally sat down and discussed the possibility of having a surrogate mother.

And Aelin was more than willing to carry her dearest friend's child.

There had been a lengthy process they'd all had to go through before she was allowed to be a surrogate mother, but it had at long last been finalized. And, six months ago, Aelin had gone to the hospital for the transferral, which had been a perfect success.

Now, here she was, carrying Elide and Lorcan's child, and she still snickered to herself when she remembered that technically, she had Lorcan Salvaterre's...well, you know, in her womb.

Her kids were young enough not to fully understand that Mama wasn't going to have a baby brother or sister. She and Rowan had explained to Evie and Bran that Mama was holding onto Auntie Elide's baby until it was time for them to be born, and then they would have a cousin, not a sibling. Eventually, their kids would be old enough to know that Aelin had been a surrogate, but for now, they were content to know that Auntie Elide was going to have a baby soon.

She and Rowan went for walks every day, something Aelin had begun doing when she was pregnant with Evie and found that it helped her stay mobile. They always passed people who smiled at them, who offered her compliments on how healthy she looked, who said they made “such a cute couple!” And, of course, there were the well-meaning but completely oblivious passersby who shook Rowan’s hand and asked him if he was ready to be a dad.

“Oh, it’s not my baby,” was his favorite offhanded reply.

His nonchalance never failed to send those people hurrying away, often with weird expressions on their faces.

They were at the grocery store one day, Rowan pushing the cart and his kids sitting in the seats and begging Dada for all kinds of things they walked past, and Aelin reaching over to the shelves, sometimes with little helping hands, to grab the items they needed. She’d stretched onto her tiptoes to reach the box of cereal she was trying to grab, her bump brushing up against the cool metal shelving, when a grocery store worker snagged the box and handed it to her.

“Here you go, darling,” the gray-haired lady said kindly, her laugh lines creasing as she took in Aelin and her family. “Goodness, you must all be so excited for the next little one!”

“Oh, it’s not my baby,” Rowan commented, casually tossing another box of cereal in the shopping cart. “Where next, Fireheart?”

The employee’s jaw dropped so far so fast Aelin was half afraid she’d break it clean off. “What did you say?!”

Aelin bit back a hearty laugh. “You’ll have to forgive my husband, he takes far too much joy in shocking everyone. I’m a surrogate,” she explained.

The lady’s face smoothed out. “Oh. Well, your husband certainly thinks he’s funny, doesn’t he?”

“He does,” Rowan replied smoothly, bowing comically low.

She ignored him and left the aisle.

Aelin looked at Rowan, who looked back, mirth dancing in his eyes. And they let themselves snicker, containing the full force of their laughter until they’d paid and gone back to their car, where they exploded into full guffaws, tears leaking out of Aelin’s eyes.

“Did you see the way she goggled?” she wheezed, bracing her hands on her knees.

“Thought we were some kind of polygamists,” Rowan snorted, grinning wildly.

She brushed the laughter tears off her cheeks. “I can’t wait to tell Elide.”

“Gods, I wish she’d been there,” Rowan snickered. “Can’t you see her just telling the lady, ‘hey, that’s my baby!’”

“Absolutely,” Aelin giggled. “Now stop making me laugh, buzzard, I’m about to pee myself as it is.” She rubbed one hand across her bump. “And your best friend’s demon spawn is obviously enjoying the joke too, since they’re kicking me in the ribs while somehow also sitting right on my bladder.”

“Let’s get you home, then,” Rowan said, holding open the passenger door and helping her up.

Aelin wasted no time texting Elide about the whole interaction, smothering her fit of cackling at Elide’s snarky reply. Needless to say, her dear friend had very much wished she could have been at the store. And she definitely would have told every employee they found that the baby was hers, thereby making everyone wonder if just who the parents were.

Ah yes, the joys of bearing your best friend’s child.

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sassyhobbits · 1 year

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merry christmas to those who celebrate!! i dont have anything holiday related prepared, but i hope yall enjoy these wips instead❤️

#rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #my art #rowaelin #elorcan #my baby art did numbers on here and insta so figured i might as well continue

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lorcandidlucienwill · 28 days

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Hi, this is a lot of the stuff I have (completely) written; probably not all of it and I don't feel like searching through to find all of it but I'm trying to be organized be proud of me everyone. I suck at naming shit so I'm just writing the main ship and a general description of what it's about (click on ship name and there's a link attached).

Throne of Glass Elorcan --> Elide brings home a cat, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide gets reading lessons, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide learns to fight, oneshot Lorcan's Backstory (NO ROMANCE) --> his life before the TOG events The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes/The Hunger Games Snowbaird --> What if Lucy hadn't run away into the forest? Coriolanus Snow x OC --> OC goes back in time to try and prevent the second war by ending the hunger games decades earlier. Snowbaird --> Faerie AU, Lucy returns from the forest a decade after she ran away, one shot Coriolanus Snow --> Murderous Coriolanus, post-Tbosas, canon compliant (Part 1) (Part 2) A Court of Thorns and Roses Completed Fics: Tamsand --> What if Tamlin had shapeshifted to take Feyre's place in the bargain in ACOMAF? Neris, Elucien, Feyre x OC --> Has ships but is mainly just Nesta destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Neris, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Lucien wrecking havoc and destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin/Tarquin, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Tamlin destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin's Life Story (some angsty Feylin, tragic doomed Tamcien) --> basically I wrote Tamlin into a Greek tragedy. Canon compliant...mostly. Lady of Spring (NO ROMANCE) --> What if Tamlin's mother had left her husband? Exploration of a rejected mating bond. Neris --> After her terrible experience with mating bonds, Nesta is determined to stop her sister's wedding to her mate, Lucien Vanserra. Unfortunately for her, Lucien's brother Eris is equally determined to ensure the wedding happens. Eltamcien --> Super angsty, horny, gorey shit. I will probably never write anything remotely like it again but it's good...if you can handle it. Feytamsand --> What if when Rhys sacrificed his life for the Cauldron, he lost his High Lord powers? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) One-shot/two-shots:

Elucien --> Lucien meets Elain when she's still human Lucien x Nesta (NOT ROMANTIC), Neris --> Lucien befriends Nesta and introduces Emerie to his mechanic friend Nuan Lucien and Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC) --> Just Lucien and Gwyn being chaotic and pranking the bats because that's what they deserve That Calanmai scene --> Lucien's POV of his trauma with Ianthe Uncle Eris and Auntie Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC): Gwyn and Eris babysitting Nyx, two-shot (Part 1) (Part 2) Baby bro Lucien and Big bro Eris --> exactly what it sounds like Elucien --> Elain speaks to Lucien about his scars Elucien --> Elain and Lucien discuss Ianthe Elain and Nesta (sisterly bonding) --> Elain is finally fed up with the Inner Circle. Nessian --> Post Hybern's death, Nesta fulfills a vow she made long ago.

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shallyne · 5 months

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TOG ships as Taylor Swift Lyrics

Presented by @timesconvert and Shallyne

Rowaelin - So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted // I loved you despite deep fears the world would divide us

Chaolaena - If I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too // if I’m dead to you why are you at the wake

Doraelin - Sorry that I hurt you, I don't wanna do, I don′t wanna do this to you, I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you

Rowanlyria - I've got a lot to live without, I'm never gonna meet What could've been, would've been, What should've been you

Samlaena - I never thought we'd have a last kiss, I never imagined we'd end like this, Your name, forever the name on my lips

Manorian - Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes What doesn't kill me makes me want you more // he looks up grinning like the devil

Elorcan - Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, My love, They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we run

Chaorene - This love is difficult, but it's real, Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

Lysaedion - Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Nestaq - If you fail to plan, you plan to fail, Strategy sets the scene for the tale, I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails And the liquor in our cocktails

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writtenonreceipts · 2 years

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first of all THANK YOU for the prompt list, it is marvelous!!

secondly, i feel like you could do something completely brilliant with #23, Hold my hand, it's almost over.

idk what it is but prompt lists are so fun for me. i'm not the best at them, but i like seeing what i can do with them, lol. i hope they provide some inspiration :)

as for the prompt...how's about some elorcan?

Canon, in which Elide is determined to finally heal her ankle.

Warnings: depictions of extreme pain/distress, mentions of potential miscarriage ~2.4k words

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There Now, Steady Love

Searing hot pain rippled up Elide’s ankle and to her thigh. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before as it drove not just into her muscles, but her very bones as well.

She screamed around the rag that had been stuffed into her mouth to try and prevent her from waking the dead. It wasn’t working. In fact, Elide wondered if calling upon Anneith would be more helpful than the damned rag. Death sounded like better relief than to keep enduring whatever this was.

“A little longer,” Yrene’s calm voice informed her.

Elide groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. This was hell. It had to be.

After over a year of preparatory probing and research, Yrene and Elide had finally determined the best course of action in healing Elide’s damaged ankle. Yet no amount of work could ready Elide for feeling as though her entire body were being ripped apart sinew by sinew.

The pain wasn’t just limited to her leg. No. It extended through every nerve ending, every muscle, every ligament. It was all she could do to keep from passing out.

“Almost,” Yrene said. Her voice somehow pierced the clouded haze of Elide’s mind. The promise of relief was not very comforting right now.

The healing had been long discussed and anticipated ever since Yrene first recommended it. Even with waiting until after Yrene delivered her baby and had time to regain strength—they’d both been eager to see what they could accomplish on the matter. And then Elide had been busy rebuilding Perranth and making sure the peerage was settled in their new duties. Not to mention attempting to tame Lorcan into behaving around the lot of them. The time just hadn’t been feasible to make this actually happen.

Elide had been waiting years for this and she would endure the pain. Because once this part of her life was over with—she could truly move on from her past. Even if she’d come to terms with her parents' deaths and her uncle's treatment of her, Elide knew that being able to walk (for herself) was a stepping stone she needed to pass.

“Alright,” Yrene said, withdrawing her soft hands from Elide’s burning foot.

The relief wasn’t immediate, pain still lanced through her leg and pulsed with each heartbeat, but Elide could finally take a full breath.

“Mala above,” Elide gasped, spitting out the makeshift gag. “Are you sure you gave me enough laudanum?”

“I can’t have you completely delirious,” Yrene reminded her.

It had been a long, arduous discussion especially after Lorcan had gotten involved.

Elide felt a new round of tears prick her eyes as she caught her breath. Hadn’t she cried enough? Wasn’t there a point in which the pain would finally numb everything away?

She looked to the empty stool beside her bed. She’d wanted this—for Lorcan not to be there. Even if his magic would have helped her endure the pain. He would have forced Yrene to stop hours ago and insisted they could go again another day.

Elide loved that brute of a demi-fae but she knew what she wanted. Still, she had betrayed him in letting him go off with Rowan, Fenrys, and Vaughn for a respite in the mountains. The males of the court were antsy for something to do other than organize treaties and listen to badgering farmers. Vaughn had been the only one she’d told about her plans because he was the only one she could trust to keep a secret.

It was the perfect opportunity to start the healing process.

But as Elide rubbed the muscles of her leg and wiped her nose on her shoulder—all she could feel was guilt. She knew that, despite his protestations, Lorcan wanted to be here for Elide. He wanted to help her with the pain and recovery. Elide loved him for it. Loved him for that ferocity he had. And she couldn’t help but wish he was there now. Damn her.

“Are you ready?” Yrene asked as Elide slowly sat up again. “I’ve gotten past the callouses built up on the bones, we can move on to the muscles with more focus.”

Elide cursed. It already felt like her entire leg had been torn apart, what more could she take.

Yrene smiled grimly. Her thick, dark curls spiraled out from beneath her headwrap and sweat stained her brow. “You can do this, Elide.”

“What about you?” Elide prodded. “Regretting your life choices yet?”

“After delivering a seven-pound baby,” Yrene said dryly, “I’m fairly certain I can withstand this.”

Elide snorted a laugh. She’d helped Yrene when the time came for her delivery, the two having grown close during the war and Elide’s small dabbling’s with healing. If there was ever a woman who knew strength and endurance it was Yrene Westfall.

“Alright,” Elide finally said. She grabbed the gag-rag and refolded it. “I’m ready.”

Yrene moved her hands back to Elide’s outstretched legs. When nothing happened, Elide shifted slightly.

“What?” she asked.

Yrene looked up, her honey gold eyes wary. “Are you sure you don’t want Lorcan here?”

Had her entire body not been thrumming with pain, Elide would have launched out of the bed. Instead, she settled on a scowl. When she shifted, her leg hummed with pain that felt like someone were plucking her ligaments like a bowstring.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Elide insisted.

Even with the guilt in her heart, Elide was still a little mad at Lorcan. She had no reason to be of course, not really. She’d known he was fiercely loyal and protective. Even a year after the events at Skulls Bay, she knew his actions still affected him. But sometimes the male drove her insane.

The last time Yrene and Elide were determined to set about the healing had been interrupted when a lady’s maid had made the incorrect assumption that Elide’s courses were late. Right where Lorcan could hear.

Even with Elide’s continued assurance she wasn’t with child, Lorcan had remained staunchly alert of everything Elide did and insisted they hold off on the healing process. Her cycles were irregular in any case and there weren’t any of the tell-tale signs of pregnancy. Besides, she’d simply known. Perhaps it was terror at the thought of having a baby or simply feeling that it couldn’t be possible. They’d been careful with tonics and everything. Not to mention they were not even a year into their marriage—they wanted to wait. In any case, Lorcan had taken a note out of Rowan’s book and become fussy and overbearing on what could have been. The effort and bodily fatigue of the healing process simply wouldn’t have made a pregnancy viable. Elide understood that and if she had been pregnant that first time, she would have agreed with her husband.

“He’s your mate, Elide,” Yrene said, “he could help with this.”

“It’s fine,” Elide insisted. Her chest seized just a little at the thought. Her mate. The person who knew her better than anyone. She still wasn’t convinced of that fact. But sometimes when Lorcan looked at her she could feel that thread of love wrapping around her heart.

Yrene pursed her lips. “You get to deal with the angry demi-fae.”

Elide stuck the rag in her mouth in answer. She could handle her husband. She’d waited long enough for her ankle to be healed.

Rolling her eyes, Yrene ran her hands over Elide’s ankle again. This time the pain came immediately. A dull ache throbbed in Elide’s ankle. The heavy pain rolled slowly up her leg settling just above her heel. It remained there for several seconds before inching up beneath her skin bit by bit.

Elide fisted her fingers into the sheets of the bed. It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in a day or else she was convinced she’d make a mess of herself. The pain worked its way higher up her calf now. Her muscles were quivering with being rearranged and adjusted like this.

The pain was getting so intense that Elide felt a sharp tug burrow deep in her chest. Snarling against the gag, she nearly arched off the bed at that.

“Breathe, Elide!” Yrene barked. The order was laughable. How the hell could she breathe right now?

As stars burst behind Elide’s eyes and a low hum began in her ears, she was certain she’d passed out. She couldn’t focus on anything beyond that pain. She needed her husband. That much was certain. Elide could take a hit to her pride at that. She didn’t care.

And then, just as the thought wormed through her mind—there was a sliver of ease among the hurt. It was bare, soft and gentle as it soothed over her and Elide could finally suck down a breath.

She didn’t have time to consider what had happened when a large, warm hand curled around hers.

The sense of relief the oozed through Elides muscles was immediate and a new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. She was surrounded by the warm scent of cinnamon and she knew Lorcan was there.

He was saying something, but Elides ears were ringing and she couldn’t focus on anything but remaining conscious. There was a steady cadence to his words and Elide was certain he was only offering support. His magic ran along Elide’s body like cool tendrils and more of that deep hurt thrumming in her body disappeared.

“Okay!” Yrene shouted, breaking through the haze of pain in Elides mind.

At once the ache eased and all that was left was Lorcan’s easy magic running over Elide’s leg.

“Mala above!” Elide snarled, spitting the gag out. She cursed several more times, rolling onto her side, closer to where Lorcan was.

One of his hands went to her cheek running along her jaw and into her hair. She leaned into his touch, desperate to have him nearby. When she finally blinked through her tears, Elide looked up to her husband who gazed anxiously down at her.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he murmured.

“You worry too much,” Elide said. Her words didn’t have as much bravado as she wanted. Instead, her voice was raspy from screaming.

Lorcan bowed his head down to press his forehead to hers. His onyx eyes gleamed as he held her gaze. She could feel the worry and hurt emanating from him.

“I could feel the minute it started,” he told her. The hand still entwined in her fingers squeezed tightly. “You scared me before Vaughn told me what you’d planned.”

Elide would whack Vaughn for his betrayal later. For now, she took a shaky breath. “I knew you’d try and talk me out of this.”

Her husband let out an unamused bark. “You are the most stubborn woman I know, Elide. I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk you out of this. But I don’t have to like the pain you’re putting yourself through.”

“I can take it,” she replied. She frowned up at him, earning a wry chuckle.

Lorcan pressed a kiss to her nose. “I know you can, heart. But will you please let me help you?”

Taking a few deep breaths, Elide rolled onto her back again and spared a glance to Yrene. Her friend was pretending to not be listening to them as she took a long drink from a water skein.

“Thank-you,” Elide whispered looking back at her husband. Lorcan smiled, something soft and far sweeter than she ever saw from her. Her heart seized at the sight.

Yrene cleared her throat softly. “I see a bit of scar tissue built up along the muscles. It’s going to take some work to clear up. But once that’s done, I’m sure it should be a bit easier going forward.”

Sitting up a little bit more against the stack of pillows behind her, Elide nodded stiffly.

“Then let's start.”

Lorcan shifted closer to her and Elide wondered how much longer it would take before he climbed up on the bed beside her. And if she were being honest, Elide wouldn’t mind that at all.

“Hold my hand,” Lorcan said, offering his hand once again. “It’s almost over.”

Elide did so, gripping his fingers tighter than before. She stuffed the gag in her mouth again and braced for the pain again.

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Elide had no idea how long she’d slept for. It could have been hours; it could have been days. All she knew was that when she woke up her leg pulsed with an ache.

Whimpering, Elide tried to roll on her side. Tried to because her husband lay next to her with a heavy arm draped over her that prevented her from moving too far. At the sounds she made, Lorcan stirred. His arm tightened around her. His nose nuzzled into her neck and his breath was warm against her skin.

“Elide?” he murmured. “Are you awake?”

The question had her wondering how often she’d spent in a delirium of pain unable to actually speak.

“Regrettably,” she told him.

Lorcan propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. His frown made deep grooves appear on his brow as he considered her words.

Smiling, Elide raised a hand to smooth over her jaw. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Her words didn’t convince him as he turned his head to press a kiss into her palm.

“Are you hungry?” Lorcan asked.

Elide shook her head. She felt nauseous and was more than willing to lay in bed.

“I just want to stay here,” she said.

Lorcan settled back beside her and pulled her tighter against him. “We can do that.”

His magic was a steady thread around her that Elide could have easily fallen back asleep.

“Thank-you,” she sighed. “For believing in me.”

Humming, Lorcan ran a hand along her side. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“It was something I needed to do.” She said the words softly, carefully. Lorcan had always given her leave to run the house, run her life, as she saw fit. He often came to her to ask for advice as well. Still, she could understand his protective nature.

“I know,” Lorcan said. He kept up his soothing ministrations along her side. “How’s your leg?”

“Not the best,” Elide admitted. She nestled into Lorcan though, and sighed. “But you’re here.”

“Always,” he promised, “my heart.”

And that was all she needed.

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snelbz · 1 year

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‘Til Death Do Us Part {Chapter Eighteen}

Elorcan. Rockstar Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab.

‘Til Death Do Us Part Masterlist

A/N: Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Tara and I dove headfirst into Zodiac Academy, reading every single book back to back to back, and then she came to town and we spent time together instead of writing. On top of that, I no longer have a desktop to post off of, so I have to do so at work once all of my other responsibilities have been completed. Enjoy and please let us know what you think!

This chapter is 18+.

WC: 4506

Elide —

I wake up to a barbaric elbow digging into my side. Apparently I found Lorcan’s shoulder a lot more comfortable than I had originally intended because I notice the airplane is descending. He’s looking down at me, grinning, and pointing to the side of my mouth.

“You, uh…got a little drool…”

My hand flies up to my mouth but it’s perfectly dry and I narrow my eyes as I shove him and lift my head from his shoulder. He laughs quietly, his hand coming to rest on my thigh.

We left a little after ten this morning and I honestly have no idea what to expect. Since everything had been going amazingly between us for the last month, we decided we should finally take our honeymoon.

Lorcan suggested Skull’s Bay, which is apparently some boujee island resort but I was kind of put off by the name. Lorcan, of all people, would try to scare his wife by bringing her to some horror themed island or amusement park for our honeymoon.

I prayed to the gods that this was not the case.

I’m not a fan of flying so I took something to calm me down just before we boarded. Apparently it worked too well because I didn’t remember a damn thing from the flight in.

“We’ll land in about ten minutes,” Lorcan promised, his voice now gentle. “I promise the long plane ride will be worth it.”

I smile as I rest my head against his shoulder once again. He holds onto me until the airplane touches the ground.

There are certainly advantages to being married to a rockstar. One of those advantages is first class seats on a six hour flight. I would’ve had no problem fitting in one of the economy class seats, but my six-foot-four husband? His knees would have been in his chest the whole time. Instead, we’re stretched out in our pod, his long legs comfortable crossed at the ankle.

As soon as we get off the plane, I can feel the heat settle into me in a way it hadn’t in Orynth. Our bags take a bit to come out, but then we’re being greeted by a man holding a sign that says Salvaterre.

“This actually happens,” I ask, squeezing Lorcan’s hand as we approach our driver. “I thought that was just in movies. You must be super important.”

He gives me an exasperated look, one he’s started using when I drag him for being too rich and needing to come back down to earth.

He shakes our driver’s hand and introduces himself and then we’re on our way. It’s about a thirty minute drive to the resort and as soon as we see the entrance, I’m glaring at Lorcan.

“It looks scary,” I say, pointing to the skulls decorating the sign.

“Baby, it’s called Skull’s Bay,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “There’s going to be some skulls.”

“It’s zombie pirates, isn’t it?” I chance a look out the window, but see nothing but the ocean and white sand. “That’s what the theme is. It’s gonna be like that Scooby Doo movie from the nineties.”

He laughs quietly as he shakes his head. “Pirates maybe, not sure about the zombie part.” He meets my eye. “I promise nothing will jump out at you, alright? Not intentionally, anyway.”

Well that’s not exactly comforting.

As we pull up to the massive hotel I must admit that it’s beautiful. Situated right on the beach, it has multiple pools and spas and bars. It’s a mile walk away from all the touristy spots which, even though I’m still slightly scared of the island, I really wanna visit.

If I thought the outside of the hotel was beautiful, the inside is spectacular. I’ve never stayed somewhere so nice. My travels usually include a sketchy motel, not a five star island resort. I’m suddenly nervous, which seems silly.

“What do you think?” Lorcan asks when we step into the elevator.

“I’m anxious to know what our room looks like,” i confess. “I’m suddenly scared to touch anything.”

He chuckles before correcting, “Suite.”

I blink. “What?”

“We booked a suite, not a room. If you’re going to be traveling like the rich and famous, like myself, you have to have the terminology right. Come on now.”

He’s teasing me.

I roll my eyes and jab him in the side but he catches my hand and pulls me closer to him.

The past month has been one of the best of my life. It seems that Yrene was right and sex really was the piece that was missing from our relationship. Lorcan has been…insatiable. His desire for me was something I attributed to his need for the physical, but it’s less about him and more about me every time we’re together. I’ve had more orgasms in the past few weeks than I have in my entire life, and most of the time, he doesn’t even get inside me.

We’ve only had sex twice since then, and both times were amazing, but Lorcan’s main priority has been me. Whether it’s his fingers, tongue, or teeth on me, I always plan to touch him after he’s finished, only to be swept away in a mind-blowing orgasm.

But we’re on our honeymoon. This is a trip that’s meant for sex and I plan on having a lot of it. Right now, for instance, as soon as we get to our rooms.

If my girl parts aren’t crying for a break by the end of this week, something is wrong.

Lorcan unlocks our door after we’ve reached our suite on the top floor of the hotel. He opens the door and my jaw drops.

While the rest of the hotel is decorated like a pirate’s paradise, this room looks like the inside of a treasure chest. Everything is decorated in rich, jewel tones, silver and gold accents are peppered throughout the room, and it’s absolutely gorgeous.

Our bags are already waiting in the bedroom and Lorcan goes straight for his, digging out his vape, thanking the gods for portable tobacco. I ignore him and take a walk around the rest of the suite. There’s a rustic feel to the room, despite its opulence, thanks to the distressed wood on the walls.

This place is practically a second home. It has multiple televisions, a washer and dryer, and a fully stocked bar. There’s a full kitchen, a fireplace, two love seats in the living room, a jacuzzi in the corner of the bathroom, plus a massive walk-in shower. It has a bench and suddenly, I have the urge to ride Lorcan under the spraying water. I’ve never been on top during sex, so I don’t know why it’s my first thought when I see it.

By the time I exit the bathroom, my husband is nowhere to be found. “Lor?”

The suite is massive, but I couldn’t have lost him in here.

I start having flashbacks to the day after our wedding. He hadn’t left then, and I highly doubt he’d leave me now. We were in Orynth then, twenty minutes from home. Now? We’re on an island, hours from home, away from the mainland.

I finally find him on the private balcony off our bedroom, facing the ocean. His phone is pressed to his ear, his hand on his hip, and he looks tense. I want to go out and rub his shoulders, to help him relax, but I don’t want to interrupt.

So instead, I decide to surprise him.

Aelin helped me shop for this trip, since my first try at lingerie was a dismal failure. The scratchy, white number I’d bought for the wedding had been cheap and it showed. It also hadn’t really been my style. I skipped on the white this time, despite knowing it was bridal lingerie. Something told me Lorcan would prefer black or red. Both colors ooze sex and sinful seduction. Armed with my husband’s gold card, I bought a few new sets that were much softer, much nicer, and fit my body a hell of a lot better.

I really hope Lorcan likes them.

I also bought a couple swimsuits, seeing as I’d owned the same one since high school, and I pull one out of my bag and toss it on the dresser, knowing we’ll end up at the beach sooner rather than later.

Looking at the doors to the balcony, I see that Lorcan has started pacing. I reach back down into my bag, gently running a finger over the black lace of one of the bra and panty sets I bought.

I could put it in now. After his phone call, I could be ready and waiting for him, like a gift to be unwrapped.

Or I could already be unwrapped.

The sliding glass door opens and I drop the lingerie as Lorcan steps in.

So much for my sexy surprise.

“Sorry, that was our manager. Ro and I sent what we’ve written for the new album to the record label last week and things are kind of in limbo right now.” He sees my suit on the dresser and claps his hands, rubbing them together. “But fuck that and fuck anymore phone calls, because we’re on our honeymoon. Hell, yeah, baby, let’s go to the beach.”

Beach…not bed.

I try not to let my disappointment show but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy undressing and searching for his swim shorts. I can’t help but admire his ass as I put on my own suit. He turns as I’m tying my top and he grins as he walks toward me. “Here, let me help.” I drop my hands as he takes the ties and ties a bow at my back. “You look sexy as hell in this.”

My cheeks still heat when he tells me things like that. I turn, fingers brushing his lower abdomen, just above the band of his shorts. “You look pretty damn good yourself.”

His eyes flare and he leans down to kiss me. For a moment I think he’ll toss me on the bed and ravage me, but then he pulls back, smacks my ass and says, “Let’s go.”

He’s taking my hand and we’re out the door.

The beach is beautiful and we have our own little secluded spot. The sand is soft and warm beneath my toes and the sound of the waves brings me peace. I’ve never gone swimming in the ocean but the idea of sharks terrifies me. It would be kind of a shitty honeymoon if I become shark food.

Lorcan, always reading my mind, asks, “Wanna go for a swim?”

I hesitate. “In the water?”

A humored brow lifts. “That’s the general idea, yeah.”

My bottom lip somehow gets sucked between my teeth. “I don’t know, Lor, it seems dangerous.”

This time he flat out laughs. “We’re staying in shallow water, nothing will get you. And I’ll be right beside you the whole time. Come on. Live a little. Let that beautiful hair of yours down.”

Ugh. I can’t say no to that.

He takes my hand and leads me down the sand towards the water. I stop just before the waves can brush my toes.

“Is it cold?” I ask.

“One way to find out.” He winks and runs into the water like he’s five before diving beneath the surface. When he comes up, he shakes his hair, sending water everywhere. “Fuck! Yeah…yeah, it’s cold.”

I laugh, thinking he’s completely adorable and idiotic all at once. Shaking my head, I turn back towards our towels. “I think I’ll pass if it’s cold. Maybe if it—”

I scream as Lorcan grabs me from behind, water dripping off him, and carries me towards the waves. “Oh, no, you’re getting in with me.”

I squirm and squeal until he drops me in the water, just as unceremoniously as he’d gone in, and I push my long hair out of my face as I come back up. It’s not nearly as cold as he made it out to be, though the wind does chill the parts not submerged.

Glaring up at him, I put my hands on my hips, which is completely ineffective at showing off my sass since I’m under water from them waist down.

Something tells me Lorcan picks up on it though, as he takes my hand and pulls me deeper into the water. I hesitate and he reminds me, “Nothing is going to get you.” To prove it, he tugs on my hand until he’s lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’ve got you.”

“I trust you,” I whisper, my lips inches from his as he goes out farther and farther into the water.

He smirks, kissing me. “Good girl.”

It’s up over his chest now, so I know I wouldn’t be able to touch the bottom at this point. There’s also no one else out this far, everyone else is farther down the beach, nowhere near us, and—

One of Lorcan’s fingers slips under the edge of my bikini bottom, brushing the lips of my sex. Gasping softly, I look up at him, eyes bright. His gaze is already on me and his finger is teasing my entrance. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look in that little bikini?”

I shake my head, trying not to whimper as he pushes in to his first knuckle. He pulls it out, sliding it back in, repeating the shallow motion over and over.

“Really?” His lips are by my ear and I’ve got my arms wrapped around his head in a vice lock. “‘Cause you’re soaked for me already, so I think you do.”

“We’re in the ocean,” I say, trying to keep my voice even as he slips his finger in deeper. “Everything is soaked.”

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and his tongue traces the shell of my ear. “If you think I can’t tell the difference between the water and how wet your pussy is, you’re wrong.” His lips trail down my neck. “You’re so wet, I bet you could take all of my cock in one stroke.”

“Then do it,” I murmur, tipping my head to the side to give him better access. Please, gods, do it.

He adds a second finger, no longer teasing me, pumping them in and out. My hips move of their own accord. His mouth is back at my ear and I can hear the smile on his lips. “Not yet, baby. You think I can’t see how bad you want it?”

“Lorcan…” My voice is strained, my orgasm building far quicker than I expected it to. We may not be close to anyone, but we’re on a packed beach, at a resort, and my husband is finger fucking me in the ocean.

It turns me on in a way I was not expecting.

“Tease,” I mutter and his laugh is deep and sensual. My fingers weave their way into his hair and tug. His moans, the sound muffled against my neck. He adds a third finger and my legs began to shake around him.

“Yeah, baby,” he breathes and nips at my neck. “Cum for me.”

It’s a demand that I have no problem fulfilling.

My body grows tense as I cum, but he helps me ride it out until I’m breathing heavily and going limp in his arms. I can feel how hard he’s become in his shorts and all I can think about is getting him inside of me.

I lean back and kiss him.

It’s reckless, it’s rough and he instantly melts into it. His hands are gripping my ass, his tongue sliding into my mouth. With the slightest of movements, his hips thrust into mine.

“Lor,” I whisper, although it can hardly be heard above the waves crashing against the shore, he hears me. His eyes meet mine and his pupils are so big that they’re nearly all I can see. “Fuck me.”

He lets out a long, loose breath before reaching beneath the water. I can feel his hardened length beneath me as it comes free of his shorts, and then he’s moving my bottoms aside once more. This time, he wastes no time pushing into me.

True to his word, he thrusts into me with one quick snap of his hips. I take him all in effortlessly.

He swallows my groan in a savage kiss, the pace he’s setting relentless from the get go. I whimper against him as he slams into me over and over.

One of his hands cups one of my breasts, tugging the fabric of my top to the side. I pull my lips from his as I cover his hand with mine. “What if someone sees?” I ask, breathlessly, looking towards the beach behind us.

“What if they do?” His lips are on my throat.

“They’ll take pictures. You’re famous, remember,” I gasp as he keeps pounding his cock into. “Post them online. Being a porn star isn’t one of my life aspirations.”

“You’ve got such a smart mouth,” he says, nipping at my lips. “No one can see what we’re doing. It looks like we’re floating in the water.”

I want to respond, want to tell him that’s bullshit, but he’s changed angles and is hitting a spot I didn’t know existed and suddenly, I’m seeing stars. My eyes go wide and my lips part.

“That’s right, baby.” He snaps his hips into mine again and again and I’m not able to stop myself from crying out. “Cum for me, let everyone know who makes you feel so good.”

I bite his shoulder as my orgasm slams into me, obeying his command.

He’s close behind me, falling over the edge and he doesn’t stop until we’re both clinging to one another as we attempt to catch our breaths. He stays in me for a few minutes, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck. He always does this when we’re done having sex. He becomes gentle, as if he’s trying to remind me that there’s so much more to us, to him, to me than this physical attraction. Even though the physical stuff is so, so good. He’s trying to remind me that he cherishes me. Sometimes I’m still surprised at how sweet he can really be.

We readjust ourselves before going back up to the beach where we lay down together, both tired from traveling and making love. At one point, Lorcan falls asleep and I snap a picture because I think it’s cute as hell.

He asks me about all the things I want to do while we’re on the island. I tell him I want to do all the touristy stuff and he can’t tell me no, even though it means we’ll be around dominantly old people, other couples, and families with small children. He agrees, though, and that’s a testament in itself in regards to how much he likes me.

We agree to spend tomorrow at all the local shops, then the next day we’ll take a tour of the island. Later in the week will be dedicated to horseback riding on the beach, spending a day in the hotel’s spas, experiencing the local clubs, and, to my terror, snorkeling. Of course, we agree that we’ll carve out time every day to come down to the beach.

It sounds like a dream. I never thought I would be able to have a vacation like this. I have a feeling I’m going to be geeking out all week but I also have a feeling that Lorcan likes it when I “geek out” so I don’t feel too bad about it.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

The question makes me jump. I was so at peace listening to the waves that I didn’t even realize that Lorcan had woken up. “That’s a very interview-like question.”

He chuckles, shifting so that he’s facing me underneath our umbrella. “I realize we don’t talk about the future very much…and I think we’re pretty damn good right now in our marriage so I thought it was about time we started talking about the future.”

My stomach explodes with excitement about the thought of my future, especially with Lorcan. “I agree with that.” I take a minute to think about my answer and am disappointed. “Honestly, I’ve never really spent a lot of time thinking about the future. I spent so many years just worrying about tomorrow that I never let myself think beyond that.”

He frowns but nods, understandingly. “Surely you’ve thought about some things, though. Like having kids. Do you want kids in the next few years?”

My eyebrows raise. “I can barely take care of myself, I’m not sure I’m qualified to be a parent.”

Laughing, he pushes his damp hair back off his face. The salt in the water has made his hair wavier than normal and I want to reach out and run my fingers through it. “Pretty sure I’m even less qualified than you are, but I think we could probably figure it out.”

And then I realize that he means our children. He means having a child with me. He’s talking about me having his babies.

I had only been considering myself as a parent, not the two of us, but…we are married. If I was going to have babies with anyone on the planet, it would be the man lying next to me.

I’m not able to stop the image before it conjures in my head. A little girl, with the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen, a familiar mischievous glint sparkling there, helping a baby boy learn to walk, his full lips so similar to mine. And there’s Lorcan, smiling from where he sits on the floor with them, making sure everyone is safe.

My heart physically strains at the scene my brain conjures up for me and maybe the idea isn’t so ridiculous after all.

“It would be nice to have a couple,” I admit and then quickly add, “when we’re both ready,” as a light begins to fill his eyes that I can only call hope.

It’s his turn to raise an eyebrow. It’s the one with the sexy scar going through it. Wait, when did I start thinking facial scars were sexy?

“You’re telling me you don’t think it’s a good idea to have a baby with a stranger you married less than two months ago?”

My cheeks heat and I shove him. “I wasn’t saying right now.” He catches my hand and pulls me on top of him. My leg automatically hitches over his, just like it does when we’re sleeping, and his hand, of course, goes right to my ass. I’m not complaining. “Maybe in a couple years. I’m only twenty-five, there are still things I need to do before I start having babies.”

“Like what?” The words are muffled, because he’s leaned down and buried his face in my chest.

“Lorcan!” I grab his face and pull it back up to mine. He’s grin is breathtaking and it fries my brain for a moment. I finally remember how to speak. “You can’t do that.”

“I just did.” He rolls us so that he’s on top of me. Since my leg was hitched over his, one of his thighs is pressed snugly between mine. “What kind of things do you still want to do before having my babies?”

My babies. The butterflies return.

It takes me much longer than it should to answer the question. “Wow.”

“Hmm?” he hums, kissing my nose.

“I guess I don’t know,” I confess. “I want to be…successful, I guess. I’d like my business to grow.” Even as I say it, I feel pathetic for that being the only thing I can think of. I’m still young. I should have a long list of things I want to do before I have kids, but I don’t. “If I’m being honest, I guess I don’t really know what my purpose is.”

His eyes study mine. “What do you mean?”

I shrug. “You have your music. That’s your purpose, right? You feel whole when you write, when you play.” He nods. “I don’t mind what I do. I like being creative, but I wouldn’t really say it’s my purpose.”

I’m not sure how he’s going to react. It’s an embarrassing thing to admit, that at twenty-five I’m still not sure what to do with my life. But then he says, “That’s okay. Maybe now that you don’t have so much stress, you can start to experiment with new things, you know? Do some trial and error. Try new things.” He leans down to kiss me. “And I’ll help you in any way that I can. I’ll support you in everything you want to invest your time in.”

My heart feels so light I feel that it’s going to fly out of my chest. I have no idea how I got matched with someone so supportive, so caring. It nearly makes me cry. I nod, running my fingers up and down his back. “What about you? Do you ever think you’ll be done making music?”

He nods. “Touring, yeah. I don’t wanna tour forever.”

“What will you do after that?” I ask.

“Write.” He shrugs, then hesitates. “Actually, you know, I’ve never told anyone this but I think it would be really fun to start a little school for young musicians. A place where they can come to sing and record and learn to play whatever the fuck they want.”

I stare at him for a second. “Why have you never told anyone that? Lorcan, that would be amazing.”

He shrugs. “Because it’s not a reality right now. There’s too much going on to try and get that going. This is the longest break we’ve ever had and that’s not something I’m going to be able to give part of myself to.” He rests his hand on my neck and his thumb brushes over the hollow of my throat. It’s surprisingly intimate. “That’s something I’m going to pour my heart and soul into. Playing is my passion, not the fame, and I want to pass that feeling on to whoever wants to learn.”

I have to blink away the moisture in my eyes. “I think that’s a great idea, baby.”

He notices what I’ve said before I do, not even meaning for the pet name to slip out, and the smile he gives me is liable to just melt my bikini bottoms off.

He kisses me and it’s so soft and sweet that my heart swells. I pull him closer to me and wrap him in my arms as his face nuzzles into my neck. We stay there for a while, tangled up together as the sun begins to set.

We go back to the hotel early, spending the first night of our honeymoon happily in bed, bodies intertwined and talking more about the future.

#‘til death do us part #tddup #elorcan tddup #elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #throne of glass fanfiction #snacmc collabs #snelbz x theladyofdeath collab #rockstar au

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slytherhys · 1 year

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On-Going Stories 🌞

Cruel Summer - I love you ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? - With a broken heart and a bruised ego, Elain tries to survive living alongside Azriel in her family's summer home, where they all gather to celebrate Nesta and Cassian's wedding.

Threads of Fate & Magical Inns - On her way to Velaris, a storm forces Elain to stop at a remote inn for the night. After finding herself snowed in, Elain has to wait the storm out with only a solemn cat as company. Or so she thought.

Feysand Oneshots ✨

Home - A short domestic oneshot of feysand and baby nyx

Beautiful Boy - Nyx’s first birthday party.

Elriel Oneshots 🌹

After Midnight - Elriel sneaking out to the cabin (Elriel Month 2023)

Secrets and Promises - An Elriel Starfall One Shot

Lonely Heart - Injured Azriel (hurt/comfort)

Lover of Mine - "How about some lazy morning sex for Elriel"

Keeping Secrets - Cassian's allergies help him solve a mystery 🪻

Mastermind - An Elriel Halloween One-Shot 🎃

One Night Only - An Elriel Christmas Story 🎄

Noctis Florere - Vampire AU 🧛‍♂️

A Case of Punctuality - New Year's Eve One-Shot (Pure Smut) 🎆

Too Sweet (for me) - Azriel tries not to think about Elain (and fails miserably) 🥃

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I've Just Seen a Face - Modern AU, Coffee-shop x love at first sight (songfic)

Threads of Fate and Magical Pubs - A Rowaelin Christmas Story 🎄

Rowaelin Fanfic ❤️‍🔥

Strung-Out Heart - Oh hold

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November Prompts - Elriel, Elorcan, Manorian 🍂

12 Days of Christmas - 12 short christmas stories to celebrate the holidays. Includes Feysand, Elriel & Nessian! 🎄

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pearblossommina · 10 months

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Last night I finished Kingdom of Ash (🥳)

I had a physical copy, but for a good portion of this read, I was reading an ebook I checked out from the library. Unfortunately, too many people were waiting for this book, and Libby automatically returned it when I only had about 30% left, so I had to lug around my gigantic dictionary-sized copy with me everywhere to finish. (😵‍💫)

I apologize for doing a bad job of taking notes, i literally stopped doing it about 20 chapters before the end, but if you’re interested, here’s some raw thoughts up until that point.

IT WAS QUITE THE JOURNEY.

And what a fulfilling end to an epic series!

ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, Day 11

Ch 79

I think Yrene and Elide are so compatible as friends, I like this combination actually. I definitely want to see Yrene work her miracle magic on Elide’s leg. Yes, girl! Get healed! Form new bonds and friendships!

Ch 80

Lol, Elide’s uncle is such a piece of shit. I love how rutheless Aelin is. She’s the best. And true to her word!

It’s all starting to come together. This fear, this hype, the whole adventure coming to its final conclusion. I’m very excited for when Dorian shows up like a total badass with all three wyrdkeys. I’m very excited for the demolition of Erawan, and maybe Maeve too if Aelin can find it in her.

Let’s go. Let’s win the war against evil, and save the whole world.

Ch 81

The scene with Evangeline and Aedion and Lysandra is so cute. My heart! Aw.

Um, I also really like Darrow; lmao, he’s such a shitty person but he’s not evil, he’s just a jerk.

and hell yeah

Hell yeah, Manon is here, to honor a promise made to a friend

Hell yeah, queen of the Corchan’s

Hell yeah, let’s kick some ass

Ch 82

“Freedom - freedom from the Matrons who had forged them into tools of destruction.”

I would have liked to see Manon take over ALL the witch legions, the crochans and the Ironteeth both, but if they won’t follow her, then they have to die. This is war! And we’re gonna win!

For a better world!

Aedion and Lysandra are finally declaring that they love each other. It’s about time for those two. No one’s ever asked Lysandra permission to kiss her before? Girl, my poor heart. You should let him, Lysandra! Just go for it! Wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy something consensual at least once before you die?

Ch 83

Dorian you’re so sweet, aw.

I don’t want anyone to die!

I want to find another way. Why can’t we just be Elena, and seal Erawan away without dying to forge the lock?

I know it supposedly pisses off the gods - but - I can’t stand these gods - I’m pissed off that everyone’s talking about dying all the time

I’m sick of sacrifice

I just want to be happy

And I just want the characters to be happy, too

Ch 84

Building to another battle

Lysandra’s up to something fishy (har har)

Day 12

Ch 85

Right into it

It does make me sorry to see Manon killing Ironteeth witches. But not everyone can be saved. This is war.

Lysandra is a dragon again

Love her

Aedion is fighting the good fight! Love him.

Ch 86

Um!

Is Ren okay!

Aedion got knocked out - by something - but is Ren okay?

I think I said before how much I love Evangeline. It’s good to have diversity of characters, and someone like her, who is a literal child, getting to have perspective on some of these big moments, it makes the world so much richer.

I also like Darrow for part of the same reason - even though he’s extremely unlikeable, personality wise.

The combination of Darrow and Evangeline isn’t something I knew I needed, but I actually like it a lot.

Aedion will be alright, honey. We have to have faith.

Ch 87

Elorcan my whole heart!!!!

Do I hate the fade to black? Yes, actually, how dare you SJM, she worked so hard for this virginity loss moment, how dare you cut away!

I wanna be in there, I want to feel my heart fill up with feelings while Elide gets to experience sex for the first time and learn how good it feels!

Boo

Aelin having nightmares, boo

I love Rowaelin, tattoo me up, baby, let’s be lovers forever.

And yay!!!

Dorian’s finally back!!!!

We’re all together now, the happy ending is at hand, we can get there, I KNOW we can get there, it’s not far now!

Ch 88

I told you Aedion was gonna be alright. 🥰

It’s the kind of fight that just keeps going - but don’t worry friends. Aelin and Dorian are on their way, and it’s gonna be amazing.

Abraxos is gonna be just fine.

Ch 89

Manon bared her teeth. “I am.” She pointed at the shape-shifter. “You can carry me.”

Aedion snarled, “No.”

But Lysandra shook her head, sorrow and despair in her green eyes. “I can’t - the magic is drained. If I had an hour -“

Am I the only one hoping for Dorian-as-a-wyvern to dramatically turn up and give Manon a ride to the witch tower?

Omfg Asterin

All of them?

I want you to live, too.

Don’t do this to me

Ch 90

NO this is the WORST

Manon :(

Ch 91

YAY

DORIAN AND CHAOL, TOGETHER AGAIN AT LAST

That flicker of sorrow in Dorian’s eyes, when Chaol introduced him to his wife, I know it was probably just brotherly sorrow that he couldn’t be there for the wedding day, but I absolutely believe he was sorry that Chaol is off the market and he’ll never get his chance to make out with him now.

(I’m going down with this ship, toot toot, Dorian x Chaol, sinking beneath the surface)

Why! Why do we have to die! It’s so dumb!

I don’t want either of you to do it. I vote, we anger the gods, and do what we want, and live long happy lives and fall deeper and deeper in love. I vote we die of natural causes, at the ripe old age of 200 or whatever.

Ch 92

The issue of dying in place of your friends is so selfish. I especially love Rowan right now for fighting to keep Aelin’s heart beating.

She wouldn’t let him die to save her, so what makes her sacrifice any better?

I like the idea of both Aelin and Dorian giving “half” of themselves. Maybe they’ll only die a little bit. Only mostly dead, like in The Princess Bride. And what could be a better reason for living than true love!

Day 13

Ch 93

Ok you are kidding me

This is nuts

They’re gonna come back, right?

Right?

Ch 94

I’m sorry but I actually laughed out loud when no one knew Dorian’s dad’s name

#tog read along 2023 #kingdom of ash #Maddy plays catch up #this book!!!!!!#i’m so sad it’s ending #what am I gonna do with my free time now

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lady-riel · 2 years

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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Hey! So I’ve got an elorcan prompt I’ve been playing around with. So lorcans had a long day is tired and clingy and for once just wants to be looked after. So he tries cuddling elide and she’s a bit like who are u and what have u done with lorcan. So he starts whining and in the end elide gives up and just lets him cuddle her. He dose. On top of her. Like literally flat out on top of her (not crushing her though) and elides like aww my giant teddy bear :)

If u decide to do this please don’t rush! Also I love everything write it’s brilliant 🥰 happy late birthday by the way I hope u had an awesome day u deserve it ❤️

hello lovely anon! thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 hope you have a wonderful day too 🥰

word count: 993

warnings: absolutely none

enjoy!

My Oaf

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"Elide?" Lorcan's voice echoed through the house. "I'm home, baby!"

"Hey," Elide greeted her husband, her fuzzy socks muffling her footsteps as she padded into the entryway to greet him. "How was your day?"

"Long," he griped, bending down to kiss his wife. "Damn long."

"I'm sorry," she whispered against his lips, cupping her hands around his jaw. "Need anything?"

He sighed into her caress, draping his arms around her petite form, the foot-plus height difference between them not really working in his favor. "I'm hungry."

"We can fix that," she smiled, kissing his forehead before gently nudging him to stand upright. "Go ahead and shower, Lor. I'll have food when you're done."

"Can't I just eat you?" he whispered into her ear, sending a delicious shiver skittering down her spine.

"Later," she chuckled, giving him a little push. "Real food first, my love."

"Fine," he grumbled, pretending to pout as he kissed her once more before heading upstairs, shedding his suit coat and unbuttoning his collared shirt as he went. He barely paused to leave his work bag in the spare room they'd turned into an office before dropping his clothes on the master bedroom floor, a trail of discarded garments following him into the bathroom.

Which definitely would have looked incredibly suspicious to anyone who was not his wife.

He indulged in a longer shower than normal, allowing the hot water and steam to soak into his tired body and soothe his muscles--gods, he swore his damn job was giving him early-onset arthritis and muscle cramps. The mirror was fogged over with steam when he emerged, bringing a wry half-grin to his face, for he knew very well how he loved to tease Elide about the way her steaming-hot showers rendered the mirror useless. Toweling himself off, he pulled on boxers and sweatpants and an old t-shirt, craving comfort more than style. Besides, he was home, who else would be seeing him?

True to Elide's word, there was an array of deliciously mouthwatering scents floating from the kitchen when Lorcan entered, trudging over to the stove to wrap his arms around his five-foot-three wife from behind. At six-five, he was tall enough that her head settled neatly against his chest, making it a little awkward for him to rest his chin atop her head, but that hadn't stopped him yet.

"Hey, you," she chuckled, switching off the burner. "Right on time, love, everything's ready now."

"Must be the growing boy in me," he smirked.

Elide's nose crinkled as she laughed, the throaty sound filling the whole house. "You're incorrigible, husband of mine. I love you."

"Love you more," he returned, stealing a kiss.

"Stop that," she said, affectionately. "There's minestrone and bread, eat all you need."

"The way to my heart," he half-groaned, serving himself a generous bowl of the steaming hot soup the second she placed the pot atop the hot pad on the table.

"Feed a man and he'll stay with you forever, they said," Elide laughed, pouring him some water.

"They're right," Lorcan mumbled, practically inhaling the food. "Gods, this is good, El."

"Glad you like it." Her dark eyes softened as she passed him the ladle so he could have more soup.

He was completely full by the time he helped clear the dishes and load up the dishwasher, flopping onto their large sectional couch with a deep, contented groan. "C'mere, El," he requested, holding out his arms.

She chuckled as she came to him, settling herself on the couch by his side. "Need something, Lor?"

He draped himself atop her lap, widening his eyes. "I need you to hold me, love."

She huffed a laugh. "Babe, am I your pillow?"

"Yeah."

"You're gonna put my legs to sleep," she teased, stroking her fingers through his dark, damp hair.

He shrugged. "I've got ways to remedy that."

She stifled a wicked smirk. "And what if I want you to hold me, love?"

"Nooooo," he protested, shifting himself so he could loop his arms around her hips. "Hold me, babe."

She raised a dark brow. "First I'm your pillow and now you're pleading? Who are you and what have you done with my grumpy Lorcan, hmm?"

He stuck out his lower lip, the sight almost making her burst into giggles. Her massive grumpy husband, a pool of fake petulance and an insatiable need for cuddles. "Please hold me, El? Pleeeease?"

How could she resist him when he was that adorable? "All right, come here, you big oaf."

His grin was almost childish in magnitude. "Your oaf, my love."

"My oaf," she agreed, grinning at him. "I--oof!"

She hadn't expected him to half-tackle her into the couch, melting into her body like she was his own personal pillow, a sigh of pure contentment escaping him as he settled in, his head tucked into the crook of her shoulder. "Am I crushing you?" he asked, concern flickering in his onyx eyes.

"Not at all," she reassured him, skating her fingertips over the angled planes of his face, her soft touch gliding down to his shoulders as she looped her arms around her hulking husband. "Honestly, I kind of like having you draped all over me. You're like a teddy bear."

Lorcan raised a brow. "Teddy bear?"

Elide nodded. "A great big grumpy teddy bear."

He huffed a wry laugh, his eyes drifting closed. "Not an analogy you've used before, El."

"Fits," she shrugged, working her thumbs into the knots in his broad shoulders, massaging out the tension.

"Hrrmmmphhh." His incoherent mumble was agreement enough.

A soft, contented smile curled her lips as she held her massive hulking husband close, his weight and warmth atop her making her feel so safe, so protected. Within half an hour, he was out, his breathing deep and even and steady, his chest gently rising and falling against her.

Her grumpy teddy-bear oaf of a husband.

She wouldn't trade this for the whole entire world.

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