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saphirered · 8 months

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I have a request! I am in desperate need of anything for fenrys X reader 😩 I love a good enemies to lovers Trope 😏 (but you can do what you want!!)

It's been a while so why not kick off with a 3 part story. 1.5k each sound good? Here's the first part. Enemies comes first so expect some angst and canon typical violence. Happy reading! 😘

When he took the oath he followed his twin because they stood together. They’d remain together no matter what. Fenrys, though blinded by all that glory had to offer, was not entirely disillusioned with the strings that came attached even if he tried to desperately ignore them until he couldn’t. Things got worse of course. The further he strayed, the tighter the leash. He told himself it was simply a price to pay; one where his brother would be safe, where he could live his life freely some of the time and live gloriously. Was it worth it? He used to think so. Though what frustrated him is that no matter what, there would always be this thorn in his side, the true pearl in Maeve’s collection of empty shells. You. Maeve might lack the ability to love and truly care for anyone but herself but when it came to you there was a weird sense of possessiveness. The Cadre might have been the prized bloodhounds and guard dogs, but you were something different entirely. You were her songbird; to sing at her command, to be shown off as a prized possession and put on display for all to see. What made Fenrys hate you is that you seemed o bask in the glow of it all.

You stood at Maeve’s side always. You never had the need to warp her words to take some illusion of freedom, to escape her clutches for a moment longer before the leash pulled you in. There was no leash on you. Maeve never had you swear the oath. You were just there, you could walk out of Doranelle but you chose to stay at her side. You stood there with your head held high. You needed not fear the strike of a whip. No rope would wrap around your neck and choke the air out of your lungs for a misspoken word. There was no reason for you to follow her commands other than loyalty. Your loyalty had to be a choice because you’d seen it all, you stood there and watched the bloodshed and torture and pain inflicted upon others. You did not even turn your head when faced with the horrors. You simply stared with cold indifference.

What Fenrys didn’t know was you might not be on that same leash as him, you are caged either way. Maeve took great pleasure in the fact she did not need to have you swear the blood oath. No what she had on you would be more than enough to keep you from rebelling, from stepping even one toe out of line. You had been there before Fenrys so he had not witnessed the torture you endured; that if you looked away from the bloodcurdling screams, from the pleading and begging and met them with anything other than indifference at best or cruelty of your own at worst, you would be offered the same punishment as them. You were a prisoner and no amount of torture had you spill the secrets you kept. It was an eternal stalemate. Torturing and killing loved ones, that simply wouldn’t do. You’d die with them and you’d be useless, but keeping you around even if she would have to wait centuries for you to finally break and spill, not only was she patient but she took great pleasure in it all; in what you’d become.

While the cadre was sent out to fight wars and bask in the glory of bloodshed, your dalliances with the upper class of nations were no secret. When those nations failed to submit to Maeve’s wishes, you’d swoop in and convince them otherwise. When rebellion arose, you’d be the face trying to quell and snuff the flames before they could spark. You’d use your charm and body to entice and bring the most favourable outcome for Maeve. At some point Fenrys considered you might have been as in love with her as Lorcan and you’re simply wrapped around her finger. He hated you for the special treatment you got. He hated how okay you were with everything you faced, how you presented yourself like you were better than them. He hated that in Maeve’s eyes you could do no wrong and they’d be sent to clean up the mess where your persuasions and deception failed where they got tortured for setting one foot out of line. So he would make you pay in his own way. Of course he would not dare lay a hand on you, especially unprovoked, be that out of fear for Maeve or simply because it felt wrong, there is plenty of ways to press someone’s buttons and he just happens to be very good at it. That’s exactly what he spent the next century or so doing.

What a blessing it was to have you be sent along on a mission. There was no escape for you, and no one to truly punish him for his awful behaviour. If you were to be his warden then he would make that a living hell for you. He’d done so successfully that now you sent Gavriel with him in your stead to negotiate with the Pirate Lord. He’d watched you burn from within but then you’d take that frustrating breath and all emotion would ebb away. Your pretty face would turn ever so cold once more and thus with it the small spark of satisfaction on his end died away. He submitted to your command either way. He had to. Maeve’s orders.

When he returned he saw you on that couch, head bowed forward, hands in your hair. If he dared be so bold, he would have sworn he saw the light tremble to your body but it instantly disappeared upon his arrival.

“Why so glum, sunshine?” He decided to gracelessly drop himself onto the couch opposite of you. You brush your hair from your face and look up, once again eyes deadly cold, though right now there’s an exhaustion haunting your entire being he cannot quite place.

“I’m not in the mood for your teasings, Fenrys.” You struggle to keep the inner turmoil from your voice. You have to be strong. You have to be thick-skinned. You have to keep taking the blows. Not like you don’t deserve them. Now more than ever must your resilience last.

“You never are. Now are you going to tell me who pissed in your soup? I’d like to personally thank them for getting you to show even an ounce of discomfort and might want to ask for some pointers on how to wear you out like that. You keep refusing my other advances after all. I’d say exhaustion suits you but…” You can’t do this. You’re hanging on by a silken thread and it’s about to snap. You rise to your feet and make for the door but just before you reach he is blocking your way. You try to get around him but he holds you back.

Fenrys is too caught up in his own mind to realise you flinch at his touch, how you pull away. He misses that paranoia and drop of remorse blinking through you. He’s too focused on making your life hell and right now you’re making it very easy for him. You’re not one to run away but rarely there is no one else to tell him off, to face him with the consequences and remind him of his stupidity. He’s had his toes stepped on already. He’ll take great pleasure in playing this eternal game with you. He might not be able to get to Maeve to get recompense, but he sure as hell can take those grievances out on you.

“Fenrys let me go.” You demand. Your breath is high in your chest as he holds onto your shoulders. You shake him off and step out of reach but still he stands between you and your escape to the outside.

“Or what? You’ll tattle on me to Maeve?” He mocks. You can clearly see that frustration burn beneath his skin and he has every reason to be frustrated. You’ve stood by for decades. You were perfectly fine letting his brother suffer, letting him suffer if it meant you kept the strings in hand. If it takes being cruel then so be it. You’ll be cruel. You’ll strike where it hurts. Your words are much sharper than your claws and they cut far deeper. He was not prepared for what you said next. He did not count on his impulsiveness to be so crippling to his better judgement.

“If I do we both know you won’t be the ones to suffer at her hand for it.” That’s it. Fenrys snaps. Next he knows you’re against the wall and his hand grabs your throat. You struggle to breath from the crushing force and claw at his hand to no avail. No, you weren’t truly trying. He sees it now; acceptance, relief even. In that very moment you are prepared to meet your end. He wouldn’t have done it of course, he might be stupid but he’s not outright suicidal but you didn’t know that. It’s the first time he’s truly seen you break. He has half the mind to wonder; never has he seen you break, so what has gotten you to do so now? He noticed the crack in your perfectly crafted armour. It took him a while before he realised there were many more.

“Lay a hand on Connall and I will personally repay you in kind. With interest.” He lets go and air enters your lungs once more. You wobble on unsteady feet as he exits through that door and leaves you alone with your thoughts. Once you are sure he’s truly gone you simply drop to the ground, hug your knees and stare into the abyss. You’d ran out of tears a long time ago.

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nalgenewhore · 11 months

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elide x lorcan, apocalypse au, secret relationship + jealousy, word count: 5649

It’s early in the morning as the sun has barely risen, and yet she’s trying to leave him already.

Her protests leave him unconvinced. Elide lays beneath him, her dark hair unbound and wild over his pillow. She has her arms around his head to keep him where she wants. As she runs her fingers through his hair, he can feel the iron claws she let out, and he suppresses a shiver each time they scratch his scalp.

Lorcan’s lips press against her jaw and throat while one thigh splits hers. “Stay, darling,” he whispers. “No one needs you now but me.”

Elide chuckles breathlessly, “You want me, you don’t need me.” She swallows her moan as his teeth nip the spot that drives her crazy. In a handful of seconds, she’ll lose her proper senses and let him take her back to bed. With more strength than she thought needed, Elide pushes her hands against his shoulders. “Lorcan.”

He lifts himself off of her, concern washing over his face.

“I’m going, I mean it,” she says. “Down, boy.”

Lorcan groans and falls to the side. She cackles as she turns onto her stomach, inadvertently pushing her lush ass in his face. He gives it a smack for her commanding him like he’s a dog.

Elide gasps a bit, cutting him a dirty glare. Petulantly, she tosses her hair over her shoulder and starts grabbing her clothes. “Just for that,” she says as she shimmies her pants over her hips, “I’m keeping this shirt.”

His eyes drop to the faded long sleeve that hangs on her petite frame. He keeps his smile to himself, faking annoyance, “Darling, I have five shirts. And this is your third.” Lorcan’s gaze traces how the collar falls off her shoulder.

She smirks, “And don’t you agree I look so much better in them?”

Lorcan can’t deny that. He props himself on his elbows as he watches her get ready with a crooked grin.

As she hastily weaves her hair into a braid, Lorcan moves forward, “Let me.”

Elide pauses, looking surprised, “Really?”

“Mm-hmm. You won’t be late..”

She smiles, “Ok.” Elide sits down in front of him, easing herself back between his thighs.

He combs through her silky hair before smoothing it all to the back of her head. Elide lets her eyes fall shut as he starts twisting three even sections together.

Lorcan’s finished before she wishes he was. He ties it off with a strip of softened leather. “There. All good,” he tells her, then leaves a small kiss on the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

She pulls the braid over her shoulder. Elide smiles up at him, then puckers her lips for a kiss. Chuckling beneath his breath, Lorcan indulges her silent command for a moment. When the time comes, Elide doesn’t pull away and neither does he.

It doesn’t last forever, even if he wants it to. She pats his chest, a silent command he knows well. To his credit, Lorcan holds in his whining and draws back. “You know something,” he muses as Elide sits down on the fur-covered palette to put on her boots.

“What, love?”

“If people knew about us, you could move in with me. You wouldn’t have to run out of here at the first hint of sun,” Lorcan tells her, his eyes trained on the back of her head. “And you wouldn’t have to sneak over at night.”

Elide looks at him over her shoulder with a teasing grin, “I like sneaking over at night. It makes it exciting.”

He works his jaw. “I’m serious, ‘lide. What do you think about it?”

“About what? Moving in?”

Lorcan nods.

She snorts, “I thought we already talked about this, love.” Elide sits down, seemingly done with the conversation.

“I want to talk about it again,” he says. He glances around her tent where her things mingle with his. Lorcan can’t even remember the last time Elide didn’t spend the night with him.

She just shakes her head.

He sits up behind her as she laces her boots. Lorcan curls his body around her and dips his head to kiss her neck. “If people knew, I could do this whenever I wanted.”

Elide gasps a bit, arching her spine. Her hand reaches up to slip around his nape. She laughs breathily, “You could not.”

He slides his hand across her belly. Lorcan drags his teeth over her skin. “Shouldn’t, but I would.”

“You horny pig,” she declares with no malice or bite. Elide hums and laughs, pushing herself up to stand, “Uh-uh, no, you are not distracting me.”

Lorcan works his jaw, stewing over everything he wants to say to her. He knows he shouldn’t pick a fight about this now. He doesn’t stop himself. “Why do you care so much if other people know, Elide? Are you that ashamed of me?” It’s a joke, something he’s said before, but it isn’t funny this time. The glimmer of hurt in his eyes tells her as much.

“I’m not ashamed of you,” Elide says evenly, refusing to rise to the bait. “I’d just rather not have the entire camp know my business.” She takes his jaw to tug him into a chaste kiss, her nails digging into his cheeks. “And that’s all it is.”

He isn’t convinced.

She sighs, rubbing her brow, “You’re really not letting this go, are you?”

“I’m not. Why won’t you move in with me? Baby, we haven’t spent a night apart in, like, three months.”

She pops her hip to the side, “I’ve been staying here because my tent has a tear in it. If it was fixed, like you promised me it would be, then I wouldn’t still be here in your tent.”

Lorcan scoffs, shaking his head, “Don’t bullshit me. I want the truth.”

The tear in her tent is a minor issue, something that wouldn’t take more than an hour to fix. Elide hasn’t mentioned it in weeks, though, which makes Lorcan think she doesn’t really care about it. Trust, when Elide has an issue, she makes sure he is well aware of it.

Elide bristles at the implication that she’s lying to him. “Have you ever thought about why it matters so much to you that everyone knows?”

“Because I want people to know, and that’s all.” His eyes narrow. “I don’t have to have an ulterior motive.”

“Oh, no, I know why,” she bites back. “You want people to know I’m not available.”

Lorcan scrubs his face, groaning. “That isn’t what I want. You don’t always know everything.”

“I do so. I mean, does it bother you that much when they flirt with me?”

“Yes.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she laughs. “Why does it matter if people flirt with me? You know I’m coming home to you. My love, I don’t care about anyone else.”

“So why can’t they know that?” Lorcan presses. “Are you telling me it doesn’t bother you at all when other people flirt with me?”

She shrugs, now seeming bored with their argument. He can’t believe her or her dismissal. He thought he showed her he’s worth more than a good fuck, that he has thoughts about their relationship that matter. “Not really, Lorcan. Other people can flirt with you all they want. I know I’m the only one you want, and you’re the only one I want. That’s enough for me.”

Lorcan shuts his eyes in defeat. He doesn’t like that she’s suggesting there’s something wrong in wanting more. “Fine.” He stands up, angling himself so as not to touch her.

To stop him, Elide presses her hand against his stomach. “Why don’t you go back to sleep, love?”

“I need to get started on the jeeps.” He slips past her to his pack of clothes. It isn’t a lie – the hunks of metal they call vehicles require a lot of upkeep, and Lorcan is one of the only members of their encampment that has any knowledge of mechanics.

As he pulls out a clean pair of pants, Lorcan hears the fabric tent flaps rustle. Elide leaves before his next breath. He can’t stop his brow from settling into a deep frown, and Lorcan gets dressed in terse motions.

When he exits, Lorcan ignores Elide, refusing to look across the camp at her. The feel of her solemn stare prickles the back of his neck, and he stretches it out. If she wants to pretend like what they are is immaterial, then so be it.

He’s done trying.

✵✵✵✵✵

Elide takes to avoiding everyone once the camp starts waking up. She cannot handle how she feels. A flurry of emotions overruns her body, and she feels ready to burst at any given moment.

All morning, she sneaks glances at Lorcan. She winces when he hits the wrench against some part of machinery, using more force than necessary. He never looks at her, not once. And Elide supposes she deserves it, yet that does not stop the sting of rejection.

It isn’t fair. She isn’t being fair. The fact that he still comes to her may be considered a modern-day miracle with how many ways she’s denied him.

Elide is not an easy person, this she knows. Lorcan doesn’t seem to mind it. At least, he didn't seem to mind it.

She looks back down at her mortar and works out her frustration by grinding the willow bark into a pulp.

By the time the stringy rind is brewing in the boiled water, Lorcan has amassed a small audience.

Elide watches with sharp eyes. He engages in the conversation of the three girls, leaning against the rover with flirtatious ease. She frowns, and when she looks away, she misses how Lorcan’s gaze reaches to her, pleading for her attention.

An hour passes as they do this dance, sneaking looks at one another and missing each other’s glance every time.

Luca, one of the camp chefs, bangs a ladle against an empty pot to signify that breakfast is ready.

Elide puts a cork stopper in the leather waterskin she pours her brewed medicine in. She meticulously rearranges her supplies before slowly joining the mass queue for food.

In the line, she meets Manon, but Elide does not have the energy to talk with the other witch. She stares glumly at the head of dark hair that pokes above everyone else.

A derisive snort interrupts her pouting. “Trouble in paradise?”

She sighs as she finally tears her eyes away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Elide mumbles at Manon.

“Mm-hmm,” her friend crosses her arms, unimpressed.

Elide rolls her eyes and resolves to ignore Manon. The line moves quickly through the mess tent. Inside, lively chatter fills the space. The tables and benches are quickly filled up, save for the table where the camp leaders sit. As the head medic, Elide always has a seat there. Usually, she sits with Lorcan, but as she approaches their usual spots, she sees that her place has been taken up.

She recognises the girl, having seen her around Lorcan several times. But that had been before they were together.

A lump forms in her throat, and Elide squeezes her bowl of oatmeal. She swallows, then stiffly walks forward.

The girl has Lorcan trapped in what seems to be a very entertaining conversation, given the amount of times a high-pitched giggle leaves her round lips. Lorcan doesn’t react, and Elide hates it.

He glances at her, and there’s a plea in his eyes.

She blinks in shock as she realises this is for her benefit, that he wants her reaction, her jealousy.

Elide stops short. She knows she won’t be able to make it through breakfast with them.

Aelin waves her hand, “Elide, I saved you a spot.”

“Oh,” Elide plasters on a mild smile. “I’m fine, I’m going to eat outside.” Sharply, she pivots on her toe and marches out, her spine fixed like a rod.

Lorcan stares after her, and something has curdled in his gut.

Elide finds a spot at the base of a large tree, enough distance between her and the mess tent that she cannot hear any conversation. This morning, her bowl of over-sugared oatmeal has the same appeal as a bowl of gruel, and she chokes it down. Her treacherous mind turns the image of Lorcan and that girl over and over before morphing into some twisted version of the nights they must have spent together.

She is well aware of the reputation her lover has amassed for himself.

Groaning, Elide knocks the back of her head into the tree. She reminds herself what he’s done doesn’t matter, because what they are is immaterial. They’ll grow tired of each other, eventually, and it will be easier to drift apart if they aren’t linked.

The rest of her breakfast passes by in a blur as she tries to convince herself of her own thoughts.

Eventually, her bowl and mug lay empty in her lap. She sighs as she gets to her feet. Elide wanders back to the kitchen to put them in with the other dishes. Afterwards, she’ll have to check in with her co-council.

On top of their larger duties, everyone cycles through smaller jobs like helping the kitchen staff, having an extra patrol shift of the perimeter, or chopping firewood. As the medic, Elide remains in a unique position. Her chore tends to be tied up with her work, and today she’s allotted time for collecting the herbs she’s run low on. She needs an escort, though, someone who can carry weapons if they run into any danger.

Elide slips into the council tent, knowing that she’s a few minutes late. The closest open spot is next to Aelin, so she stands beside her friend. Only after she’s settled does Elide realise that Lorcan stands directly opposite from her. Not only that, but the same girl from breakfast is still hanging off of him. He’s stiff.

She can’t help noticing his discomfort, but she can’t march up to him to claim him.

Rowan’s deep and even voice cuts through her mind to begin the meeting. Elide zones out as he outlines the changes in guard shifts and training regimens.

He turns to her for her input on the medic’s duties. “Elide?”

She nods once, launching into her small spiel. “We’re running low on some supplies, so I’ll go foraging today.” Given the precariousness of their peace in the region, nobody leaves camp alone. “Today will be a long day, too. I could use an extra hand.”

“Very well. Salvaterre, you’ll be Elide’s escort. And—”

“I’ll go too,” says the girl next to Lorcan. “I can help Elide forage.”

The witch’s upper lip curls in irritation. Too late to avoid being caught by Lorcan, she schools her features. Rowan asks, “That good with you?”

Elide dips her chin. “Fine.” Her gaze jumps to Lorcan whose face is caught in an uncomfortable grimace. “I’ll need to leave soon so we’re back early.”

Lorcan quickly agrees with her plan. The meeting wraps up quickly after that, and Elide slips out before he can stop her.

✵✵✵✵✵

He stands with Ombriel at the camp entrance, waiting for Elide. Previously, he has greatly appreciated the opportunity to spend a day deep in the woods with his witch. Today he resents Ombriel’s presence and knows Elide will keep up her cold treatment of him.

Elide can tell that he has history with the intruding woman. She doesn’t know that it never mattered to him, that only what they have has ever mattered to him.

A hand slides around his elbow, and Lorcan knows instantly that it isn’t Elide. He shakes his arm, stepping aside. “Don’t touch me,” he says coolly, his voice tight.

Ombriel pouts. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so… distant lately.”

Lorcan merely shrugs. He spies a slight figure coming closer. “Elide’s coming.”

“I don’t know how you even see her,” Ombriel states. “She’s horribly talented at sneaking around, don’t you find? She is a Blackbeak though, so I guess I can’t blame her for being so spooky.”

His shoulders tense at the insult driven towards Elide and the other witches in camp. Lorcan turns to face Ombriel. “Don’t talk about Elide like that.”

She smirks, then tuts, “So sensitive.”

Knowing that engaging in any further will be wasted breath, he goes back to ignoring her.

Elide appears resigned as she joins them. She avoids looking at Lorcan, either staring past his shoulder or glaring at Ombriel. After a brief run-down of the spaces they’ll need to go to for the plants Elide needs, they set off, leaving camp.

The witch leads the trio, though in Lorcan’s view her taking on leading them is less because of her knowledge and more so because she can’t stand being around him.

He cannot ignore how much it stings, because it hurts. Elide does not know, or refuses to see, the hold she has over him and how easily she can bring pain to him. Lorcan will take anything she gives to him, will beg for it gladly, on his knees, over a bed of coals and iron, but is it so wrong for him to want something more than scraps?

He doesn’t think so.

After they’ve walked for ten or so minutes, a plant begins to crop up. Elide stops and rests her hand on a tree. Her iron nails flash in the sun. Lorcan winces since he knows she rarely wears them out. Mainly, they act as tools or weapons.

Elide turns to them, gesturing, “Start picking, one bag each.” She’d given them each a collection of bags for new supplies. Without another word, the witch begins to gently gather bright green leaves.

Lorcan has accompanied her before, so he knows how to follow Elide’s instructions. He recognises the plant as wild mint, which the medics use for a variety of reasons.

He almost forgets Ombriel is here until she kneels beside him to help. It makes Lorcan startle somewhat, then he glances down at how close she’s made herself.

Tense, his eyes skip to Elide before shifting away. Her back remains to him. Lorcan re-focusses on the delicate mint leaves and starts plucking a few at a time. A minute later, the repetition of the motion becomes meditative. He kneels in contemplation, everything other than their material surroundings blocked from his immediate thought.

Despite the tension between his companions, Lorcan feels relatively at peace in the forest.

And then Ombriel lets out a sigh that makes his hackles raise. “Do you, like, never talk out here?”

“If we have to,” Elide answers in a low voice that reminds him of a sword against stone. She uses the edges of her nails to strip mint from the stem.

Lorcan watches the back of her head. The braid he made for her sways across her back as she moves.

He forces himself to look away. Beside him, Ombriel is ripping whole plants from the dirt, and Lorcan knows that Elide will hate that. The witch prefers taking only what they need, not entire plants, so that they can return to the same crop.

In a lowered voice, he says, “We only need the leaves, not the entire plant.”

“What for? It’s quicker this way,” she shrugs. “I’d prefer to be done with this sooner rather than later.”

“It’s not about being fast, it’s about reducing our impact on our environment.”

A scoff interrupts them. Lorcan looks up at Elide who has cocked her head to the side. She narrows her eyes at him before ignoring him again. His head dips in defeat that he cannot conceal.

Ombriel has said something else, but he isn’t listening.

Elide bids them to move past the mint plants. She hardly looks back to see if they follow her.

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The sun peaks in the sky as they work near the river. Her nerves are frayed, and Elide feels like she’s on the edge of something explosive for the second time today.

Her hands are beneath the warmer stream as she cuts through hollow tubes with her nails. She could use the knife Lorcan fashioned for her specifically for foraging, but Elide wants to be petty.

She’s balancing on the rock furthest from the shoreline where Lorcan and Ombriel work. Due to the rushing water, Elide remains gratefully deaf to their conversation.

Soon, her legs start to cramp. She shouldn’t have crouched for so long.

With a grimace, she stands up and carefully hops her way back to shore. On the last rock, Elide miscalculates her step, missing the flatter top and landing on a slick patch.

A gasp escapes her, yet before she can find herself at the river's rocky bottom, Lorcan catches her. He’s waded in past his knees to steady her. Without fuss, he lifts and places her on the grass, then joins her. “You good?”

Instinctively, Elide has grabbed his arms for stability. Now that she’s on solid ground again, she hastily lets go. She doesn’t say a word, just sort-of nods. Elide steps away from him.

“Woah, that could’ve been bad,” Ombriel comments, “if Lorcan wasn’t here.”

Her anger returns to her like a bolt of lightning, and she wants to rip Ombriel’s throat out with her nails. Before she can give into the urge, Elide stalks a little ways up the river’s edge. She grabs her canteen of water, then sits behind a rock that hides her from Lorcan.

Elide’s exhales shake with anger and sheer possession.

She hates the ease with which Ombriel holds herself around Lorcan. He is resigned to it, but it twists her stomach to know that he is used to Ombriel.

Feelings like these should make her feel embarrassed. A man that waltzed into her life had utterly ruined her capacity for reason and made her so hateful to other women. Elide should feel sickened.

She leans her head back against the rock, sighing. Breathing evenly, she tries to calm herself.

It takes a while for her to feel moderately like herself again. At least, she thinks to herself, she won’t bite anyone’s head off if they speak to her.

Elide drains the last mouthful of water before standing. She miserably turns back to the others.

The sight that greets her makes her drop her metal canteen. It clangs loudly on the rocks, and Lorcan spots her. His hands squeeze around Ombriel’s wrists, keeping them close to his chest. He lets go like he’s been burned, his mouth opening to say something.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the witch snaps.

Ombriel looks over her shoulder, smirking.

Elide asks Lorcan, “Seriously?”

“Lee, it’s not like that,” he tells her.

She doesn’t even bother to laugh out her disbelief. Elide pivots and stomps away.

Lorcan swears behind her, then quickly scrambles after her. “Elide.”

The witch pulls herself over the rocks, her anger only pushing her faster. She half-snarls and resists bringing down her iron fangs.

He calls her name again, and once more, Elide only speeds up. She knows this river well, has gathered many plants and basked in the eddies and sun-bathed on its mossy shores. In a few hundred metres, she will reach the falls. There’s nowhere to go from there, so she might jump into the waters if the situation calls for it.

“Lee,” Lorcan says, easily keeping up with her.

Fuck him and his freakish body. Nobody should be that tall, Elide decides.

“Can you stop?”

“I’m busy,” she retorts.

“Stop walking away from me,” he calls out.

“Nobody said you had to follow.” Under her breath, she sneers, “I’m sure your new whore could lick your wounds.” Elide doesn’t listen to him, of course, and continues marching towards the waterfall. There’s a clearing right above a set of pools that she remembers. Lorcan will know it too, given how often they’ve frequented the falls.

He makes a dismissive noise. “Like hell I’m letting you walk off because you’re pissed at me.”

Elide nimbly bounds from rock to rock, tearing through an errant branch with her claws. Tossing the debris behind her, she tries not to grin at knowing Lorcan is walking into it.

“Hell- Lochan, can you just fucking - wait,” he tells her, desperation bleeding into his voice.

“I don’t want to be around you,” she lashes out, “and don’t tell me what to do.”

The familiar path to the clearing reveals itself to her, and she sharply pivots, ignoring her lover’s swearing at her abrupt turn.

She can’t escape him in the clearing though. As the sun fully hits her cheeks, and she can smell the mist in the air, two hands firmly stop her.

“Elide,” he says lowly. “Please. Stop walking away from me.”

His voice makes her chest crack a bit. Elide glances at the cliff’s edge. She crosses her arms before slowly facing him, but she does not still lift her gaze to him. They stand close enough that her nose is only a hand-width from his sternum.

Lorcan murmurs, “Baby.”

Something about his voice and that term makes a chord within her splinter, and she shoves him back, her nails cutting through his shirt. “You’re an asshole, don’t ‘baby’ me.”

Elide’s own anger sparks his temper, and his brows crease as he snaps, “Really, Elide? I’m the asshole when you keep pushing me away, and that, I dunno, makes me feel some kind of way?”

“You feeling ‘some kinda way’ does not make it ok to flirt with someone else.”

“I was not flirting with her. I was telling her to get out of my space and to stop touching me,” he explains in a terse voice.

She scoffs, “Don’t lie to me.”

Lorcan looks at her incredulously, “I’m not lying, Lee. It’s the truth!”

“Why should I believe you, Lorcan?” Elide demands. “I knew about you two when you were- together. You have history with her.”

He groans, screwing up his face. “That was months ago, darling, once.” Prior to Elide taking up every waking hour of his, Lorcan had developed a reputation for a short attention span. “Besides, why do you even care if we flirted? You said it yourself. As long as I’m crawling back to you when the sun sets, it doesn’t matter what I do.”

Gawking, Elide can’t decide if she wants to push him over the falls or throw herself into the water at his sheer audacity. “I wasn’t- that’s not what I meant, Lorcan! There’s a difference between an occasional flirt, and you deliberately flirting with somebody you slept with in front of me.”

His jaw feathers, and Lorcan shakes his head. “You can’t have it both ways. You don’t get to change the meaning of what you said when you realise how full of shit you are. Especially when I wasn’t even doing what you say I was.”

She starts pacing from one side of the clearing to the other. Elide weaves her fingers through her hair to tug on the roots. “That’s- fucking hell, you’re twisting it because you made a mess, and you can’t have any accountability.” She stops, exhaling tearily. “I mean, what do you want? Why does it mean so much that people know?”

“Because,” he bites out. “It matters.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you, and people should know that. Because I am so sick of hiding you and us like something I should be ashamed of.” Lorcan’s words burst forward from his lips like he has been holding them in for ages. They make her freeze in shock. “Because I am yours, and I want everyone to know it.” He has an ache in his gut, in his chest, to be claimed, for Elide to dig her nails into his heart and wrench it out. Lorcan can’t stop himself now. “I love you, darling, and I need to be yours in every way.”

She doesn’t react immediately. As the silence stretches between them, Lorcan falls back a step, something on his face falling. “Lee, you don’t have to say anything. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same.”

Elide grabs the front of his shirt to tug him towards her. Once he’s close enough, she bids him lean down, so he does. She cups his face before kissing him, so softly. His arms wind around her waist in seconds to draw her frame against his.

Her thumb strokes the side of his face as they embrace, and Lorcan feels weightless in her touch, though his heart thuds painfully. For a second, no longer than a soft breath, Elide pulls away from him to ask, “You love me?” She thumbs his pouty bottom lip.

Lorcan nods, his breath escaping him. “Mm-hmm. I love everything about you.”

“That’s a lot to love,” Elide whispers.

“Not to me. Not when it’s you,” he tells her.

She surges forward to press her lips to his. “I love you too,” she says. “Everything about you.” Elide grins as he slants his mouth over hers. “And you are mine.” At her claiming, his body relaxes, and the next thing she knows, she’s being laid down on the soft moss.

Instantly, Elide is reminded of how their day started; however, this time she doesn’t tell him to stop.

He unravels her with his hands and tongue and teeth first until Elide flips him onto his back, and Lorcan is thanking the waterfall for drowning out the sounds of their coupling.

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When they eventually stumble back down, they find that their companion has abandoned their supplies. Elide smirks smugly at the obvious path Ombriel has left through the woods. The river is close enough to their encampment that they do not need to worry about her getting lost.

Beside Elide, Lorcan chuckles under his breath. She looks up at him, “What?”

He drags his hand down to her hip, then leans down to nip the edge of her ear. “You’re kinda crazy when you’re jealous.”

Elide doesn’t bother protesting his comment. She rolls her eyes, though. “Am I hearing a complaint?” As she looks up at him, her gaze falls to the open collar of his shirt. Red lines peek out, and she idly traces one.

Lorcan dips his head to claim her lips in a slow, dizzying kiss. “Never. It’s fucking hot when you’re insane,” he mumbles.

She tips her head back as she laughs. “I know.” Elide smiles at him, her eyes crinkled shut.

Laughing, he kisses the side of her head before going to collect their supplies. Ombriel so graciously left her pack for them to take back, which acts as an ineffectual sort of revenge. Lorcan bundles up the crushable canvas bag, tucking it in the bottom of his pack. Before Elide can protest – it should surprise no one that his witch is fiercely independent – he puts half of her supplies in his bag.

They slowly pick their way back to camp, enjoying one another’s company and the sunny afternoon.

“When we’re back,” Lorcan says as he lifts Elide onto a moss covered log she wanted to walk along, “I’ll fix that tear in your tent.”

Elide hums noncommittally, her arms out to the side for balance. “Don’t bother.”

He gives her a look. In the morning, she was snapping at him for not getting to it, and now all of a sudden, she couldn’t care less. “What are you talking about, baby?” Lorcan tugs her so that she stops walking. He tucks some of her hair back. “I should’ve gotten to it when you asked me.” Kissing her cheek, he whispers a soft apology.

“Mmm, you don’t have to say sorry,” Elide replies, her lips curling with a small grin. She strings her arms around his shoulders and scratches the back of his neck. “And I just think that two tents is excessive if we’re sharing, y’know?”

His hand squeezes her waist. “We’re sharing?”

At his questioning, her nerves almost get the best of her. But he’s looking at her with a gaze full of quiet anticipation and adoration, so Elide pushes through. “I thought about, um, well, you wanting me to move in, and I… think it’s a good idea?” His brows crease a bit in the middle. “No, no, I know it’s a good idea. It is, really.” Fretting, she rubs his shoulders and rambling, “I get if you changed your mind, and it’s completely fine if you did, so please just tell me if you have because I’ve been making a complete ass today, and I don’t need to keep on—”

“Woah, woah, darling,” Lorcan chuckles. “Breathe, please?” He rubs his thumb over her rib. She forces her lungs to expand. Elide nervously searches his face as if to read him. “I didn’t change my mind. I want you to live with me in my- our tent.”

A wide grin overtakes her face. “Yeah?” Elide asks, her hands sliding up the sides of his neck.

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Lorcan wraps her in his arms. She leans into him willingly, easily. “Yeah, Lee. I’ve been wanting you to move in for weeks, y’know.”

The weight of guilt settles uncomfortably in her gut. Elide squeezes him. “I know. I just- I needed to be sure.”

“It’s ok,” he whispers.

She feels so silly now – it’s the most obvious thing in the world, her love for him. Elide turns her head to kiss the spot behind his ear, “I love you.”

Lorcan pulls back, only far enough that he can look at her properly. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing her say that. He knows he won’t tire of telling her. “I love you.” Threading his hand through her hair, he presses his lips to her temple. “Let’s go, yeah?”

“Love, show me the way home,” Elide smiles.

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an: elide deserves to be insane btw ! this is a v random "apocalypse" universe but i think that elide should have iron nails and teeth <3

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Putting Out Fires

For Rowaelin Month day 26: taking care of the littles solo

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Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none!

Alma Whitethorn Galathynius, six years old and eldest of three children (so far), was a beautiful and gentle soul. That is, when she wasn’t being a little hellion. With a strong gift of fire from her mother, Alma inherited the famous Galathynius temper and penchant for “accidentally” setting things on fire. Her four-year-old younger brother, Errin, was no better. While he also had fire powers, they were thankfully much weaker than his sister’s, especially since he also inherited his father’s strong gift of ice and wind, Rowan’s twin. Errin, though, found it funny to chase his sister, hands aflame and ice covering the floors to make it more difficult to run.

And not to mention poor Leven, the newly two-year-old who tried and failed to keep up with his older siblings. Leven, unlike his siblings, had a quiet disposition, contemplative and cool headed. While he wasn’t usually easily upset, his siblings chasing each other with flames certainly put a damper on his mood.

To put it short, Rowan was absolutely, positively exhausted.

Aelin left for Adarlan two weeks ago, hoping to meet with Dorian and Chaol to forge new trade agreements. Rowan had excitedly volunteered to stay home with their children instead of taking part in the courtly bullshit. But he didn’t anticipate that not having Aelin as a buffer would tempt his two oldest into becoming creatures sent by Hellas himself. If only Lorcan could see him right now.

Carrying Leven from his quiet room where the youngster was napping into the chaos of the playroom was like walking into a warzone. Rowan swears his hair was singed by a fireball passing by his head. Putting Leven down, the boy immediately latched onto his leg, not willing to take part in his siblings’ antics. Rowan, however, needed to get this under control…and fast. Otherwise, Aelin would be coming home to nothing but a burnt crisp of a castle.

“What is going on?!” Rowan tried to use his best booming voice, the voice of a commander, but he didn’t do a very good job. His voice came out as a squeak instead since a fireball shot directly toward his head once again, which of course, made Leven clutch his leg harder and tears form in the poor boy's eyes.

Rowan cleared his voice and tried again. “WHAT IS GOING ON!?”

The room went silent except for Leven’s sniffles. Both Alma and Errin’s hands were wreathed in flame, covering their tiny hands like wraps for sparring. A quick once-over of his kids informed Rowan that, luckily, no one seemed to be injured or burned.

Both Alma and Errin just stood there for a moment before spurring back into action. It all happened so fast. One minute, they were standing in front of each other, and the next, Errin’s little hand was holding the drapes. Still on fire.

“No! Don’t set fire to the–” Rowan was cut off by a wave of water dousing the flames. Huh, he thought. That’s new. Both Alma and Errin were frozen, looking bewildered as he felt. As far as he knew, neither Alma nor Errin had water powers, which left… “Oh my Gods!”

Rowan looked to his youngest, still clutching his leg but now with an outstretched little hand. He had an adorable pout on his face and it reminded him so much of Aelin that he could help but let a cackle escape.

Picking his youngest son up, he asked him, “Was that you, buddy? Did you put the fire out?”

Still pouting, Leven nodded. “Water.”

A smile burst over Rowan’s face. “That was amazing! You’re only two and you just put that big fire out!” He tickled his son’s belly and the youngster started giggling. His two older ones made their way over, bashful and embarrassed.

“We’re sorry, Daddy. We were just playing,” his oldest stated.

Bringing his arms around all three of them, he pulled them into a tight hug. “I know, my loves. You just have to be careful, especially inside.” He could feel Alma and Errin lay their heads on his chest and shoulder, Leven still in his arms, holding onto his neck. “I think that finding out Leven has water powers calls for some cake, yes?”

All three of his children started jumping up and down eagerly, having inherited their mother’s love of cake.

Afterwards, the kids were luckily more pliant and subdued, allowing Rowan to give them baths and get them into their nightclothes. With all three of them tucked into bed, Rowan was looking forward to absolutely passing out once he reached his own.

He was almost asleep when the patter of little feet reached his ears. In the doorway was a tiny shadow with long hair: Alma. The small girl crossed the room to where Rowan was laying and crawled her way up onto the massive bed.

“Daddy,” she whispered. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

As he sat up and started rubbing her back, he replied, “Did you have a nightmare?”

The little one shook her head. “No, I just missed you.” Rowan’s heart melted at that though he couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle as he pulled his daughter into his arms.

“You just saw me five minutes ago, little bird.”

“But I miss Mommy, too. And I want to sleep in here.” She crossed her arms and pouted, Aelin through and through.

“Okay, okay. You can sleep in here. But you have to sleep, okay? No playing.”

“Okay, Daddy! I’ll sleep, don’t you worry.”

Rowan made to lay back down but instead of resting next to him, Alma hopped off the bed and padded once again toward the door. Like a tiny mother with her little ducklings following behind, three figures now walked toward his bed. One by one, his children climbed up onto the bed and tucked themselves in beside him. Leven, only two and still fairly small yet, couldn’t reach the bed himself so Rowan hauled him up.

“I don’t think I remember agreeing to having three little birds in my bed.” A chorus of giggles broke out. Soon enough, though, his children’s light snores reached his ears and lulled him to sleep.

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Something woke Rowan the next morning, though it was still before dawn. As his bleary eyes sharpened, a familiar figure was standing by the side of the bed, taking in the scene.

“Fireheart,” he whispered. “You’re home.”

She bent down to kiss him, short and sweet though not without feeling. “I’m home.” Her gaze turned to their three little ones snuggled up against Rowan. “And why is everyone in my bed?”

Rowan let out a soft chuckle. “The little masterminds formed a plan and ganged up on me to sleep here. I didn’t know you’d be back yet. I can move them.”

Aelin shook her head. “No, leave them be. I’ll snuggle in on the other side.”

Moments later, their three children were sandwiched between the two of them.

“Soon we won’t be able to fit all of them in here.”

Rowan gave her a knowing smile. They hadn’t told the kids yet that Aelin was expecting another sibling again but he knew they’d all be overjoyed at the prospect of another baby to spoil and scheme with. Rowan reached his hand to rest on Errin’s back, sleeping in the middle. Aelin’s covered his moments later and Rowan couldn’t help but thinking he was so godsdamned lucky.

A/N: I’m slacking so hard on the prompts this past week but I’m hoping to get some out after this month is over! Hope you enjoyed!

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Detours to You - 20

Hello all,

Here I am with another chapter. This is a bit angsty but I swear it's the only one. There is a big disaster that I hope it make sense. Since I finished ALB I am not used anymore to write these epic scenes with big disasters. So yeah, I hope it makes sense.

Enjoy.

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Rowan jumped in the car and started driving to the destination, sirens and blue lights blazing.

He heard the address over the radio and his heart sank. It was a factory fire. A place that he had been inspecting on a regular basis recently because on his first visit he had spotted so many health and safety infractions that it was a miracle the place was still open. He had pushed for changes and improvements but there had been so many red tapes from the big bosses that it was frustrating. All his connections had not been enough to help prevent what he had labelled in his reports as a disaster waiting to happen. And now, while rushing to that site he had a feeling that the worst case scenario had happened and that once again money and politics had placed the lives of his firefighters in danger.

Instead of spending time with his girls, Rowan was driving towards a five alarm fire.

As the address grew closer, black plumes began to appear at the horizon and his heart sank. His mind started making possible plans. The smoke was very dark which meant a volatile fire. He pressed on the gas and pushed to the extreme the privileges that the sirens gave him in an emergency.

The location in question was a textile factory where the tanks containing highly flammable liquids were kept at the right storing temperature by a generator. In all his inspections Rowan had noticed signs of old age in the tanks and the generator had three system failures in a short time span. Rowan just tried to guess which one had failed.

He arrived at the site and quickly wore his bunker gear and walked to Lorcan who was acting as Incident Commander for a report.

“Chief.

“Lor, what is the situation?”

The dark-haired captain looked at the fire in front of him “we are evacuating the workers. The generator is failing and one of the tanks with treating chemicals has a leak that started a fire in a section with stored acrylic clothes. They caught fire and as you can imagine it spread quickly. We are working on containing it.”

Rowan looked at the inferno in front of him and rage surged in him.

“Triage is ready, mass casualty plan has been activated and we have four stations on duty.” Lorcan added to finish his report.

Rowan nodded “That is perfect, Lorcan. I take it from here, now.”

Lorcan nodded and ran to grab his gear and joined his team inside.

He took over the scene and started directing the rescue and gathered more information every time more firefighters came out. There were still workers trapped near the centre of the plant, the core that was likely minutes away from breaking down. If the generator failed, the tank would stop working properly and from there the whole site would just blow up.

“Chief to all units, what is the situation near the generator?”

Static was his answer.

“Chief to captain Salvaterre, do we have the fire contained near the generator?”

“One of the storage tanks is leaking heavily, we will need hazmat.”

“Copy that, asking dispatch now.”

“Chief,” Ilias voice came through the radio “We have found a group of four workers, taking them out now.”

“Copy that Ilias, paramedics are ready.”

Not long after he saw two firefighters take out a group of wounded workers. The paramedics ran to them and carried the victims to triage to be assessed.

Lorcan ran out of the building with a firefighter that had to be rescued after he got separated from his buddy.

“Lor, what happened?”

The man ripped his mask from his face and took a deep breath of air “It’s impossible to get to the centre. We can’t get any deeper. The smoke is very thick and dark.”

“Hazmat is on another call.”

Lorcan swore.

Rowan looked up and watched the smoke change “Lor, you take back command, I am going in.”

“Fuck no, Rowan.”

Rowan started to wear his SCBA “I have visited this factory more times in the past few months than any other industrial site. I know where everything is and I know how to get safely to the generator and where the failsafe panel is.”

“Rowan, that place is a time bomb.”

“I am aware, but there are four of my men inside and probably more workers. I am not going to another firefighter’s funeral, Lorcan.”

Rowan finished getting ready and ran inside “Keep the water going Lorcan, and tell hazmat to get their arses here ASAP.”

Lorcan shouted orders to the four teams “Let’s attack this fire and kill it,” he ordered another team inside to attack the centre of the factory and keep the generator cool to allow Rowan some time.

Rowan made his way inside the building and all he saw was thick smoke, but with the help of some burnt landmarks he found his way around. Progress was slow and time was a luxury he did not have. The fire around him was still raging and he only had his memory to guide him through the inferno. Deeper in the venue he heard a PASS alarm and his heart sank. One of his men was down and he rushed towards the sound.

“Chief, Lorcan, I have a firefighter down on the south east quadrant near the central room.”

“Copy that, Chief I am sending in rescue.”

Rowan waited for the two firefighters and then continued on his mission. He was so close but the smoke started changing badly and he knew that he was close to the epicentre. What made things worse was the very distinctive smell of electrical fire “Lor, keep water away from the centre of the structure. Electrical fire.”

He did not wait for his friend’s reply and with his axe he just smashed his way through the door and found four of his men and then two workers on the floor. The PASS alarms haunting his dreams. He grabbed the two workers and dragged them outside in a safe location, alerted Lorcan and then he stormed back inside and took out two of his men at a time. They had a pulse, faint but they were okay. He kept dragging the people as far as possible until he was exhausted. Rowan radioed his teams to rescue a few more people and then got ready for the last mission.

The generator had a failsafe switch that he hoped was still working and not being destroyed by the fire. He knew he had minutes to stop the plant from blowing up and flatten the building. He stood, gathering all the strength he had left, looked at the oxygen meter on his wrist and realised he had less than ten minutes of air left. It was enough, he kept telling himself. Enough to do his job and hopefully make it out alive. He wanted to get back to Maya and finish celebrating her birthday. He wanted to have a moment alone with Aelin and finally tell her that he was in love with her. That he was tired of pushing his feelings aside and overthink it. She was the love of his life and if he made it out alive he was going to tell her.

With a mighty roar he burst inside the plant room and crawled to the bottom where the smoke and the toxic air was less thick. The air was thick with electricity and one of the panel was clearly shorted. Slowly he elbowed his way to the centre and found the core computer that was barely working. Blindly he found his way to where he knew the failsafe panel was. Or was meant to be. He froze when he realised that it was not there anymore. The computer that would allow him to safely shut down all the tanks was gone.

“Lorcan, Chief,” he coughed “Mission has failed. Push back, the building is lost.”

Slowly he made his way back, his oxygen was starting to run low and Rowan went through all of his old training routines to keep oxygen consumption low.

He was dragging his sorry arse out of that hellish place when he saw all the signs. He tried to run, his body screaming for oxygen, his legs failing him. And when he noticed the fire pattern change he threw himself on the ground as a series of flashovers spread through the building.

Aelin and Maya’s laughter the last images in his mind before the darkness engulfed him.

Lorcan hated that he was outside. Rowan should be there and he should be inside, that was his job. But Rowan knew the place inside out. He had been conducting regular inspection and Lorcan knew that place was a ticking bomb, Rowan had told him the fights he had been having to change things but it looked that no one listened to him.

Pushing aside his rage he listened to the teams for what was happening. More workers kept being found alive and he counted that as a success. Rowan’s voice came through the radio alerting him that he had found the firefighter that had gone missing after he lost track of his partner.

“Come on, Rowan…”

The fire started to change and Lorcan called for more water to be pumped on the building, the water cannons moving to concentrate on where the tanks were.

Hazmat was still busy and he needed the team there immediately. He called dispatch for another update and he got the same answer. Time was ticking and he was growing worried. Surely Rowan’s oxygen was about to run out soon. Why the fuck he was not out yet?

The radio became alive once more and Rowan’s voice came through alerting him that he had more survivors. He sent Fenrys, Brullo and two more firefighters in to recover the people Rowan had saved.

Long minutes passed and silence stretched. He called Rowan but no answer came through.

“Lor, it has been too long. We need to get in to get Rowan.” Fenrys walked to him and shouted “He is inside that inferno on his own. That’s not how we do things.”

“Rowan, come through.”

More silence.

And then his strained voice finally reached him “Lorcan, Chief,” he coughed “Mission has failed. Push back, the building is lost.”

Lorcan’s heart sank at the words.

“Push back everyone. Move the perimeter back.” His voice thick with panic for his friend.

His men got into action and started to retreat to safety and then the explosion hit. Lorcan waited for the flashovers to die down and then grabbed his gear “Ilias, you have command, I need to save the Chief.” He shouted like a desperate man.

“Fen, Brullo and Ansel, with me.”

The three firefighters exchanged their bottles and grabbed a jump bag and a stretcher from the paramedics.

From the outside, Ilias restarted the water attack to allow them further progress inside.

Lorcan had an idea of where to go because had listened to Rowan when had talked abut the building but had never been inside. He followed his instincts and walked towards the centre of the structure until in the distance he heard the unmistakable sound of the PASS alarm. One of the sounds he hated the most, especially when it meant his best friend was in peril.

“Rowan,” screamed Fenrys at spotting Rowan’s body on the floor.

“Slowly, Fen.”

The young man walked quickly among the debris, pushing aside beams and part of structures “Fen, be careful.”

He did not listen and Brullo and Lorcan followed with Ansel in tow. When they finally arrived Rowan’s body was sprawled on the ground “Ilias, we got the Chief, we are assessing him just now.”

“Copy, I have paramedics on standby.”

Ansel crouched to his side, removed his broken mask and started assessing him “he is breathing but it’s very shallow.” The woman placed an oxygen mask on his face to help him breath better. The mask was cracked and he likely had inhaled toxic fumes. She checked his sats and she had her answers when the number turned out to be too low.

Brullo opened the jump bag. All firefighters had some sort of first aid training, but Brullo and Ansel were also certified paramedics so Lorcan let them work.

Fenrys helped them remove his bunker jacket and that’s when he saw a piece of metal sticking out of his left flank.

“Don’t pull it,” said Brullo “The spike just now it’s preventing him to bleed to death.”

Lorcan helped remove some of the debris covering his body “Possible fractures in the lower body,”

Ansel inspected his side and saw some burnt marks along his right arms down his chest “Second degree burn on his right side.”

“Is he stable enough for transport?” Asked Lorcan.

Ansel passed the stretch-board they had carried and with Brullo’s help they slid it under Rowan’s back.

“Yes, we are good to go. Alert the paramedics we have him and we are coming out. We need immediate transport to the hospital.”

Once outside, Lorcan stared at his team carry Rowan to the paramedics, watched them gave him initial treatment and then load him on the ambulance and disappear at the horizon.

He took command back from Ilias and guided the team until the fire was extinguished. Hazmat eventually arrived and took over the scene and Lorcan sent his teams inside for overhaul.

The sun had started to set once the scene was clear. Lorcan ordered engine back to quarters but he took the truck to a side mission.

The vehicle slithered through the traffic of Orynth and he prepared how he could tell Aelin about what happened. It was Maya’s birthday and he was about to destroy that day.

Aelin, Lys, Aedion, Elide and her parents had remained at the bookshop to continue the celebrations. Maya was sitting on her plastic table with her uncle and grampa and they were all reading some stories.

Aelin was about to start cleaning up when she saw a big fire truck park in front of the shop.

Her book tumbled off her hands when Lorcan stepped in, blackened by smoke and a dark stare.

Aelin’s hand shook and she felt sick.

Elide stepped at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Aelin,” he paused “I need you to come to the hospital with me.”

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welcome-to-ratterrock · 18 days

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Sorry to bother but can we get more of the cast's personalities or some short description about it or will it be a bit of a spoiler for the story? Thank you! And keep up the great work!

You’re not a bother at all! It’s wonderful to have people interested in this story. To answer your questions…

In a world beneath our own, after the horrors of World War 1, a string of murders in the seaside city of Saltscratch force Sage Locke, a brilliant if unorthodox consulting detective, to infiltrate the Bloody Hearts, a notorious criminal gang that fights to rule the island rats have claimed for themselves. Of course, given his personal history with the leader, Padraic Regal, that’s going to be bloody difficult…

A murder mystery with dark romances, betrayal and bloodshed, gangsters and outcasts, steamy scenes and social commentary, featuring a cast of queer rodents. The sea washes away much, but not your sins…

Welcome to Ratterrock.

And as for our characters, here’s the core cast as our story begins:

Sage Locke: A brilliant and unorthodox consulting detective, Locke finds it far easier to deal with data and dangerous criminal investigations than society and sentiment. His life is his work, and he has gained both admiration and adversaries.

Padraic Regal: The eldest sibling of the Regal family and the leader of the fearsome gang the Bloody Hearts, Padraic is determined to get the power and respect his name deserves by any means necessary. With his staggering intelligence, endless charisma and utter ruthlessness, he makes a fearsome enemy but a far more dangerous friend.

Sorcha Regal: Like the diamonds she favors, Sorcha is dazzling, cool and always polished, her stunning beauty only matched by her cunning and charm. As the second in command of the Bloody Hearts, she has earned her reputation as the most dangerous woman on Ratterrock.

Lorcan Regal: A born brawler, Lorcan is the rowdy and reckless muscle to the Bloody Hearts, happily obeying the commands of his eldest siblings. Ferocious in all his appetites - boxing or booze, men or women - Lorcan is all heart and endlessly loyal to his family.

Randall Clifford: The Chief Inspector of the Saltscratch Police Force, Clifford is determined that the criminal underworld won’t escape the power of the law. He handles both his position and the unusual methods of one Sage Locke with well earned confidence and efficiency, and is a well respected figure.

Bogdan Nightshade: The stern and stoic leader of the Night Court colony, Bogdan isn’t one for trifling distractions, keeping his time occupied with ensuring his family's safety and stability. Between helping his beloved mother and keeping his wild brother out of trouble, Bogdan doesn’t lower his grim guard for anything or anyone.

Casimir Nightshade: An unfortunate incident with some downed wires left Casimir wildly unpredictable and deeply dangerous both to himself and others, much to the concern of his eldest brother. Utterly uninhibited, Casimir tends to bring chaos wherever he goes, whether he intends to or not.

Marilla Mackenzie: The only child of one of Saltscratch’s most wealthy and esteemed families, Rilla is a free spirit who wants nothing more than to live life on her own terms: dancing, flirting, and fun. As one of the most beautiful and blue blooded of Saltcratch’s debutants, she’s looking at a future that doesn’t have any of that.

Luella Woodmouse: Quiet, competent and determinedly demure, Luella works as a governess to the upper class of Saltscratch and prides herself on her calmness and courtesy. Despite her best efforts to keep out of trouble, she will often end up on “adventures” with one Miss Marilla Mackenzie.

Brigid O’Broin: Tough, gruff and fearsome, Brig is a dockworker and boxer who has had to fight her whole life to survive. Once the best mate of one Lorcan Regal, she keeps to herself and out of trouble as best she can.

More characters will be joining the story, and we’ll be adding character profiles on our official website when it is out of development, which will be updated as the story continues.

Thank you so much for the questions!

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lorcandidlucienwill · 7 months

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I need somebody to draw that scene after Lorcan killed the ilken where he's shirtless, covered in oil and black blood, legs spread, sitting in that wagon idly chewing a stalk of wheat, axe and sword by his side. Whoever draws this will be my hero.

#lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #lorcan x elide #elide x lorcan #commander lorcan #lorcan stan #elorcan #lord of perranth #fanart #please help me #i can't stop thinking about this

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acourtofthought · 10 months

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Love - SJM Style

Obviously the actual falling in love part is amazing but before her characters get to that point, we have a lot of this:

Rowaelin -

You are a child, and a spoiled one at that. And,” he said, those green eyes holding nothing but distaste, “you are a coward.”

And then she said one of the foulest things she’d ever uttered in her life, bathing in the pure hate of it. “Fae like you make me understand the King of Adarlan’s actions a bit more, I think.”

“First thing,” he breathed, “we’re not friends. I’m still training you, and that means you’re still under my command.”

Chaol / Yrene -

You didn’t seem to mind the privileges that came when you snapped your fingers and Kashin ran here. Perhaps he’ll grow tired of you stringing him along.”

“You’d be surprised the people that opiate makes you consider. Who you’ll find yourself willing to sully yourself with.”

“Did she pick Dorian, then? The queen. I’m surprised she could stomach either of you, given your history. What your kingdom did to hers.”

“Yet you were assigned to me because your Healer on High saw otherwise. Saw that no matter how high you climbed in that tower, you’re still that girl in Fenharrow.” A laugh came out of him, icy and bitter. “I knew another woman who lost as much as you. And do you know what she did with it—that loss?” He could barely stop the words from pouring out, could barely think over the roar in his head. “She hunted down the people responsible for it and obliterated them. What the hell have you bothered to do these years?”

Aedion / Lysandra -

She knew Aedion would agree to the plan, even if he still hated her.

“You can go to hell,” Aedion snapped. “You can go to hell, you lying bitch!”

Lorcan / Elide -

Aelin had been brutalized, their very location betrayed by Lorcan to Maeve, and still he tried to follow. Right through the sand still wet with Aelin’s blood.

Elide let out a soft, vicious laugh. “Of course you didn’t. Why would you have intended for your wondrous queen to sever the blood oath?”

Lorcan blinked at the words, the hatred in them, stunned enough that he let her walk past this time. Elide didn’t so much as look back.

“The only thing that I am jealous of, Lorcan, is that she is rid of you.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. But Elide’s face did not warm. “I don’t care,” she said, turning on her heel. “And I don’t care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.”

“I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her.” “And that means he earns my forgiveness?”

Quinlar -

“She’s a spoiled party girl. What did you expect?” “She’s not stupid, Hunt,” Isaiah countered. “Everything I’ve seen and heard suggests otherwise.”

His teeth flashed. “I don’t care what you call me, Quinlan, so long as you do what you’re told.” Fucking alphahole. “Immortality is a long time to have a giant stick up your ass.”

Feysand -

Rhysand ran an eye over me. “I knew you liked to stoop low with your lovers, Lucien, but I never thought you’d actually dabble with mortal trash.” My face burned.

Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind.

I stared at him, sending as much hate as I could into my gaze. He’d been the one who’d caused all this. He’d told Amarantha about Clare; he’d made Tamlin beg.

I bared my teeth. “Go. To. Hell.” Swift as lightning, he lashed out, grabbing the shard of bone in my arm and twisting. A scream shattered out of me, ravaging my aching throat. The world flashed black and white and red. I thrashed and writhed, but he kept his grip, twisting the bone a final time before releasing my arm. Panting, half sobbing as the pain reverberated through my body, I found him smirking at me again. I spat in his face.

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”

“I didn’t ask for your approval.”

“I think we can agree that I owe you nothing, and you owe me nothing.”

“I’m not your enemy, Feyre.” “Tamlin says you are.” I curled the fingers of my tattooed hand into a fist. “Everyone else says you are.” “And what do you think?” He leaned back in his chair again, but his face was grave. “You’re doing a damned good job of making me agree with them.”

“No, because it’s so much easier to pretend it never happened and let them coddle you.”

“Luck? Yes, how lucky for you,” I said quietly, but not weakly, “that the rest of Prythian was ravaged while your people, your city, remained safe.”

His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.”

“At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?”

Nessian -

“What are you looking at?” Cassian’s brows rose—little amusement to be found now. “Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.” “Your sister died—died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make—and insult my people in the process.”

“If that’s what a bastard-born Fae warrior can do, no wonder my sister has become so entangled with the High Lords.” Bitch. Bitch for the insult to him and to Feyre. “Did it bother you more that you wanted it, or that it was a bastard-born nobody who made you feel such things, Nesta?” “It’s been a long winter. Beggars can’t be picky, I suppose.”

What did he care? What did he care? He had enough shit to deal with.

“And what do you deserve?” A slow smile, indeed a plains-cat readying for the kill. Then, “Certainly more than a bastard-born nobody.” Bitch. “What a fne partner you are, Nesta. Remind me to bring a book on military strategy the next time. Maybe you’ll stand a chance then.” A cold, fat look. “It’s easier, isn’t it,” Cassian breathed, crossing the distance again, not caring who saw them standing in the bay window “To wield the words and the coldness as armor to keep everyone from seeing where and who you failed and how you did not care until it was too late.”

Only hatred gleamed in her eyes.

“Well, I see it, Nesta Archeron. And all I see is a bored and spoiled girl—”

“Is it Nesta?” “Not everything in my life is about your sister, you know.”

Nesta had made it clear enough she had no interest in Cassian—not even in being in the same room as him.

“I’ve made my thoughts clear enough on what I want from you.”

He didn’t know why the hell he cared. Why he’d bothered.

She’d made it clear enough in those initial days after that last battle that she wanted nothing to do with him.

“I was dragged into this world of yours, this court.” “Then go somewhere else.”

“Stop following me. Stop trying to haul me into your happy little circle. Stop doing all of it.”

“Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do. If you can’t be bothered to try for my happy little circle’s sake, then at least try for them.”

“You think I can’t hear that male in your bedroom, trying to quietly put on his clothes and sneak out the window?”

Elucien are coming along quite nicely -

“You betrayed us.”

Her eyes went frank and cold. “I was to be married in a few days.”

“She wants nothing to do with me.” / And as for here …” He shook off my grip and headed for the door. “I can’t stand to be in the same room as her for more than two minutes.

“You couldn’t say a single word to him? A pleasant greeting?”

“He brought you a present.” Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

“Where’s Elain?” “I am not always in this city to see my mate.” The last two words dripped with discomfort.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #feysand #nessian #mating bond #rowan and aelin #elorcan #sarah j mass #elain x lucien #lucien and elain

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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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Could I please make a request for 'Cadre part2' maybe some hurt/comfort were reader and Lorcan get into another fight and he says something that hurts the reader, so reader decides to ignore everyone the Cadre until he gives them a proper apology.

Not on Speaking Terms

Cadre x reader

A/n: please accept this peace offering until I’m in a smutty mood again. I’m so sorry for the wait on part 2, I genuinely feel bad bc you guys have been asking for more so I decided to get this one done tn ❤️❤️

Warnings: hurt/comfort poly relationship, and Lorcan being a dick

“I can’t with this right now Lorcan.” You growl out, stomping down the hall to your bedroom. “Yes, we’re doing this now!” His booming voice catching up with you as he jogged to catch up with you. “You’re being selfish and you aren’t listening to me.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks. He saw your shoulders stiffen as your back straightened. You quickly turned on your heel to face him with rage simmering in your eyes. “You did not just say that to me.” You growled.

After that exciting night in the war tent with the boys you all realized there was something more than sexual attraction. You truly love all of them and they love you. When you woke up in the middle of the night you found you had been moved to the bigger bed. You were still on Gavriel’s chest. As you blinked the tiredness from your eyes you found the rest of the males asleep next to you.

At breakfast the next morning Fenrys had shamelessly brought up the subject, wanting to clear the awkwardness from the group. The White Wolf winked at you as the conversation started. Since that morning you officially started dating Rowan, Gavriel, Fenrys, and Lorcan.

It was tough to make sure you spent an equal amount of time with each of them at first. They all tended to be jealous and territorial. Especially Lorcan. You knew he and Rowan had a history of having the same partner, but he wasn’t used to this. You and Lorcan got into little spats here and there when he wouldn’t listen to you or give you space when you needed it. Lorcan loves you so much and just wants to make you happy. He just has trouble with his emotions sometimes.

During training g this morning you and Lorcan got into one of those slats that somehow escalated when you were trying to explain to him why you aren’t doing anything with any of the boys today. The fact that Lorcan is calling you selfish while you continuously put off plans to be with him when he felt neglected is insane.

“Stay away from me.” You said before turning away to hurry to your room. You didn’t see Lorcan’s hurt expression from your harsh command. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But if you wanted space Lorcan would let you have it.

You locked yourself in your own bedroom for the rest of the day. You didn’t even come out for dinner. A little after seven there was a knock on your door. “Y/n,” Fenrys calls out. You didn’t want to hear it. “Go away Fen!” Your tone left no room for argument. He sighed and shuffled away.

Rowan, who can always talk to you was shut out next. Even Gavriel. The most level headed one was turned away. But he wouldn’t give up. Gavriel came back to your room on the morning asking what happened. You whip the door open to find him with his arms crossed, an exasperated look on that gorgeous face. His tawny eyes sparkled with mischief. His face quickly fell when he noticed your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

“What?” Your voice monotone. Gavriel clears his throat trying to not let your attitude throw him off. “I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. Lorcan didn’t give us the full story and I want to help you two-“ “No.” you cut him off. You knew where this was going. Gavriel wanted to help you two come to a compromise so you could fix whatever has happened between you. Not this time.

“That’s not how it’s going to work this time. Until Lorcan can be a big boy and have a conversation with me himself I’m not speaking to any of you. The male is 400 years old.” You slam the door in Gavriel’s face so hard his hair flys back.

Lorcan feels guilty. He really does, but he hates admitting he’s wrong. Gavriel and Rowan told him he’s on his own and that you were right, he needs to start fixing problems with you on his own or Lorcan wouldn’t have you any more.

It took all day for Lorcan to rehearse what he is going to say to you. Fenrys laughed when he caught Lorcan talking to himself in the mirror. But the pup did give good advice, “Go with what your heart tells you. Not what you can come up with in your mind, it isn’t authentic.” When the hell did Fenrys get so wise, he thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Lorcan collects himself and lightly knocks on your door. “Who is it?” You call out. “It’s me, can I come in sweetheart.” He hears you groan along with the blankets shuffling as you roll over. Lorcan contained his annoyance and entered your room. You let out another loud groan and pull the blankets over your head. Lorcan makes his way over to the bed. When he sits the mattress dips a noticeably amount thanks to his large body.

“Can we talk?” He asks softly, resting a hand on your calf. “Fine.” You sit up letting the blankets fall off leaving your hair a frizzy mess. Lorcan huffs out a quiet laugh, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches out to smooth out your hair. “I’m sorry I called you selfish. I was just…I didn’t understand that you needed space.”

“It’s not just my space. I just wanted you to understand that I give up a lot when you ask for me. I love you Lorcan, and I don’t want us to keep having these fights.” Lorcan cups your face and you lean into his touch. “I promise I’ll work on it. I love you sweetheart.” He leans forward kissing your forehead. “Goodnight, I’ll let you get some sleep.”

He stands ruffling your already messy hair a little. You grab his hand and pull Lorcan back to your bed. “Wait. I’ve been alone too long and I miss you guys. Can we all sleep together?” Lorcan gave you the biggest smile you’d ever seen from him. He quickly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggle as he runs down the hall to your shared room with the boys.

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yourfavoritebookclub · 5 months

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The Wolf & The Heir of Fire (Fenrys Moonbeam POV excerpt)

Fenrys sat, his golden fur a shining beacon as he laid next to the Fae-Queen of Doranelle.

Her presence grated. It was a dark venom that flowed in his veins. A side effect of the all consuming sacrifice he’d made in the name of his twin. The brother who had been placed on the other side of the cold stone throne upon which Maeve sat.

Fenrys had become Maeve’s plaything, her entertainment, her pleasure.

Her whore.

On the ground in front of him Rowan, Vaughn, Cairn, and Lorcan kneeled, their foreheads touching the floor in a bow. The submission of high lethal fae warriors bound by the Blood Oath never failed to make Fenrys shudder.

“Rise.” Maeve’s voice was a soft, unearthly command.

In unison the males lifted their bodies off of the floor, but did not move to stand, remaining on their knees before Maeve.

“I have,” She paused briefly, an amused smile on her lips, “Something that needs doing quite badly.”

Her hand dropped over the arm of the throne, and Fenrys lifted his great big head to allow her spindly fingers to twine through his fur.

He let out a low growl of pleasure at her touch.

The dichotomy of the Blood Oath.

Maeve was the bane of his existence, his warden, bought into slavery by her blood and coercion.

But she was also his queen.

His ruler to please, to obey.

She was quiet as she examined the cadre, her index finger and thumb lazily stroking Fenrys’ golden ears.

“Aelin Galathynius has crossed into Wendlyn.”

#a silly little thing #Fenrys moonbeam #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver galathynius #lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #throne of glass #dorian havilliard #fantasy fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #throne of glass fanfiction #Fenrys Fanfiction #heir of fire #empire of storms #queen maeve

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theimperiumchronicles · 2 months

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Happy WBW! I'm missing my family pup, so what kind of pets are kept in your world?

Happy WBW, sweet Tori <3 <3

I am having to think about the answer to this week's question, so I am going back to a previous week's that I hadn't been able to answer yet. I hope you don't mind.

@theimperiumchronicles

Abriella has two eternally puppy Corgis - Dalton and Derp. They are canon and have been part of her story since her origin.

Cruz has a white bat named Boo.

Grae is going to give Ada a miniture Yorkie named Butterscotch

Seamus has an orange Persian named Ember who eats souls and spits fireballs

Adriel is going to give Annabella a white Persian named Halo

Kaylin has Asher, although he claims he is not a "pet". She disagrees and points out that he loves when she pets him when he's in dragon form. He is currently growling.

Martenique has living plants that can talk to her and move with her commands.

@tapperhet-em

Melba is a doberman. Technically she belongs to Lorcan. Technically. Melba says she owns HIM..and Meeri.

#writeblr #my writing #my ocs #writing #writers on tumblr

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moonlightazriel · 10 months

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Day 3: AU

For @elorcanweekofficial

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Tangled!AU

Elide always dreamed about the stars, looking outside her window at night, wishing to be out there with them, but ever since she can remember, on her birthday, another thing took place in the sky, she had mapped the stars, but those were different, lanterns flying to the sky.

She looked at them in wonder the first time she saw them, but they haven’t appeared again, not until a year later, on the same day. Since then, she dreamed of watching them up close, and discovering what they meant, tucked away in her heart, she had a feeling they were for her.

But whenever she asked Maeve, her mother, about them, she dismissed her, saying they were the regular stars that lingered in the skies every night, but she knew her mother, at least for once, was wrong.

Her mother was away, leaving her alone to her thoughts, reading the books she had available again, she sighed, she wanted to go out, even if the world was a scary place, filled with bad people who would cut her hair and kill her for her power. But tomorrow would be her birthday, so she was planning to ask her mother to let her go out, just this time, to see the lanterns.

“Elide!” Maeve’s voice sounded from the ground, which meant that Elide had to help her come in, throwing her hair out, Maeve started to climb, her hair was incredibly long, with more strength than it looked. Maeve always told she was blessed by the moonlight, her hair glowed like the darkest nights filled with stars, and when she sang, she was able to heal people.

“How are you, Mom?” She shyly asked.

“Mom is feeling so tired, darling. Maybe you want to sing to me?” Elide nodded, quickly placing everything she needed and then she started to sing, her hair glowing as she muttered the words in a frenzy, she needed to ask before she lost her bravado. “You’re going too fast, stop Elide.” But Maeve’s words fell on deaf ears as Elide kept singing.

“Done!” She happily exclaimed. “Now, can we talk?”

“Sure.” Her mother’s violet eyes were fixed on her.

“You know that tomorrow is my birthday, right?” Maeve raised an eyebrow.

“That cannot be possible, it was last year, I remember it very well.” She said, getting up and walking away.

“That’s the thing about birthdays, they happen every year.” She stated and her mother turned to her again. “I WANT TO SEE THE FLOATING LIGHTS.” She blurted and Maeve scoffed.

“You mean the stars?”

“That’s the point mom, I mapped the stars and these are different, they only appear on my birthday, every year, just on my birthday. And I kept thinking they’re for me, I need to see them, not from my window, but in person.” Maeve’s gaze made her immediately shut up.

“You already know how the world is, I WILL NOT let you go outside.”

“But Mom, I’ll be fine.” She guaranteed.

“Do not ask me that again.” She waved her hand, dismissing Elide. “I need to go out again.” Tears pricked in the corner of her eyes and she nodded, helping Maeve to go down again.

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“Fenrys! Connall!” Lorcan Salvaterre greeted, his hands tightly clutching the bag with the royal crown, as the twins helped him up.

He started to run away from them, to the hell that he would share the money he would get if he sold the crown, he needed to hide, both from the twins and from the Royal guard that was chasing him, Chaol Westfall on his mare, Farasha, yelled for him to stop.

“Try to catch me.” He mocked, jumping over a broken tree that blocked the way. He kept on the run, but Chaol and Farasha managed to jump over it as well, he needed to be smarter than them. He climbed a tree, holding on to a strong vine, swinging in as Chaol passed, knocking him out of the mare.

“Let’s go.” He commanded but Farasha stopped on her tracks, her head turning to him and they both stared at each other, until the mare tried to snatch the bag with her mouth. “Stop it! What are you doing?” The mare started to kick and spin as she tried to get the bag, making the bag go flying to a tree branch.

Lorcan and Farasha ran for the bag, but the branch broke down and they ended up falling in different directions. Entering a cave covered by leaves, he managed to escape the mare but found a Tower, that should be a safe space to hide his bag.

He started to climb it until he reached the open window at the top. The tower was dark, but it didn't matter, he grabbed his bag, opening it, and smiled at the princess' crown inside. That was the last thing he saw before everything faded to black.

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Elide's eyes were wide as she kept staring at the closed door of her wardrobe, the man that had entered by the window was locked in there.

"There's a person in my wardrobe." She spoke in disbelief, looking at Abraxos, the tiny chameleon that kept her company all the time. Twisting the frying pan in her hands, she whimpered when the iron hit the side of her head, rubbing the spot until the pain faded.

She reached for the bag he brought, finding a crown carved with diamonds, she held it, turning to her mirror as she put it in her arm like a bracelet, confused about what this object was. Abraxos shook his head and she removed it from her arm, holding it atop her head, slowly letting it sit on her beautiful dark hair. Staring at her reflection, something felt so right about it, Abraxos shook his head again in denial, so she removed it.

"Elide!" Her mother's voice made her begin to panic, grabbing the object and the bag and throwing them in a nearby flower pot. She ran to her window, letting her hair fall down until Maeve could climb it. "I have a huge surprise." She stated as she climbed through the window.

"Mine's bigger." Elide mumbled, walking closer to the wardrobe, hand resting on the chair that kept it locked.

"I'm doing mushroom soup for dinner, surprise." The violet eyes of her mother landed on her trembling figure. "What do you want?"

"You think I'm not strong enough to take care of myself." Elide started.

"I know you're not." Maeve interrupted her.

"But if you would just listen to me…"

"I assume it's not about the stars again."

"Why don't you listen?" Elide insisted and Maeve's towering frame stalked closer to her, making her feel so small.

"YOU WON'T LEAVE THIS TOWER. NEVER." Her mother screamed and her hand slowly fell to her side.

"I…. I was just going to say that I know what I want for my birthday." She whispered.

"And what is it, Elide?" Meave sighed.

"That white paint, made from the seashells you brought me once."

"But this is going to be a three-day journey." Maeve rubbed her temples.

"I just thought it was a better idea than the stars." She finished and Maeve hugged her.

"Are you going to be fine?" She asked and Elide nodded.

"Like always."

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Lorcan groaned, stirring awake, trying to move his arms to stretch his muscles, but he found himself unable to as he was tied to a chair, he looked down, frowning as he saw what was holding him in place.

"Is this hair?" He mumbled. Looming in the dark, a small figure caught his attention.

"Struggling is pointless." The woman said, climbing down from where she was watching him, slowly walking towards the light. "I know why you're here, and I'm not afraid of you." She stated and Lorcan raised an eyebrow confused.

"What?" The girl walked towards where he could see her, brown eyes met him, and the longest and darkest hair pooled around her, she timidly held a frying pan in her hands.

"Who are you?" She spoke a little bit firmer this time. "And how did you find me?"

Lorcan kept staring at her beautiful face, unable to muster a response for her, lost on the delicate curve of her nose and her plump pink lips. He cleared his throat.

"I don't know who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…." He inclined his head, a smirk adorning his lips, maybe using his charm on her would make her let him go. "Hi, how are you doing? My name is Lorcan Salvaterre, how is your day going?" She looked at him utterly confused, brows knit together and ready to strike him with the pan.

"Who else knows my location, Lorcan Salvaterre?" She pointed the pan towards his face, forcing him to flinch a little.

"Alright, sweetie." He started.

"Elide." She interrupted.

"Here's the deal, I was in a situation, running around in the forest, I came across your tower and..." He paused, looking around in despair as he couldn't spot his bag anywhere. "Where's my bag?" He demanded.

"I've hidden it somewhere you'll never find it." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, a proud smile graced her delicate features and Lorcan scoffed, looking around and spotting a very suspicious flower pot.

"It's in that pot, isn't it?" He pointed and the whole world went to black again. He opened his eyes minutes later, to find a chameleon licking his ear until he woke up. Screaming and rubbing his ear on his shoulder he looked at her.

"Now it's hidden where you'll never find it!" She started to walk around him. "So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? Sell it?" She pointed the pan at him and he shook his head.

"What? No! The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it. Literally." He wiggled his body, restrained by her hair, he wanted to ask about it but he didn't think he was in a situation where he could ask questions.

"Wait.." she paused by his side for a moment. "You don't want my hair?"

"Why on earth would I want your hair?" He breathed annoyed. "Look, I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed up, and end of the story."

"You're telling the truth?" She watched him, her eyes clouded with doubt.

"Yes." Coming from in between her hair, the chameleon walked towards him, giving him a scary look, and Lorcan shivered, what the hell was wrong with the animals? She pulled him to the side, and Lorcan watched as she whispered to the animal in her hands.

He started to move, making the chair jump away from her, but she turned, clutching her hair and pulling it towards her, making all his efforts go to waste.

"Okay, I'm prepared to offer you a deal." She moved, pulling him with her. "Do you know what these are?"

"You mean the lantern thing they do for the princess?" He asked, looking at the drawing and noticing how her face lit up in excitement.

"Lanterns? I knew they weren't stars." She looked at him once again. "Well, tomorrow night they will light the night sky with these lanterns, you will act as my guide and take me to these lanterns and return me home safely. Then, and only then, I'll return your bag to you. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, not going to happen." He said and her smile faltered. "Unfortunately the kingdom and I aren't exactly simpatico at the moment, so I won't be taking you anywhere." Walking towards him again, she pulled his chair, until he was mere inches from her face.

"Something brought you here, Lorcan Salvaterre. Call it what you will, fate, destiny.."

"A mare." He sarcastically replied.

"So i decided to trust you."

"A horrible decision, really." She ignored him, her hot breath fanning over his face, this close, he could see the tiny freckles on her face and some golden points in her irises.

"But trust ME, when i tell you this. You can tear this tower apart, stone by stone, but without my help you will never find your beloved bag." He cleared his throat again.

"Let me get this straight, I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you give me my bag back?" She nodded.

"I promise." Lorcan raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "And I never break my promises. Ever."

"Alright, I'll take you to see the lanterns." She happily clapped as she started to untie him.

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Elide couldn't quite believe what was happening, the soft breeze on her face and the feeling of grass between her toes, it was like a dream she didn't want to wake up from. But at the same time, she had a feeling in her gut, that she would get caught, that she was the worst daughter for disrespecting her mother's wishes, if Maeve ever found out, she would be so disappointed.

She couldn't control her emotions, so Lorcan watched as she jumped around in happiness and ended up sitting against a rock to cry.

"Maybe you should go back." He started, still looking at her sobbing figure. "That way you can keep your beautiful mother-daughter relationship." She looked at him.

"I'm afraid she will be disappointed," Elide confessed and Lorcan nodded.

"She will, it will probably break her heart." She looked at him confused.

"Break her heart?"

"Yes, but don't worry, I'll spare you from our deal and we can go back right now." Her eyebrows knit together once again, but in an angry expression, which made her look cute.

"I'm not coming back." She stated, getting up, the creepy chameleon on her shoulder.

"What? Why not?"

"I've been a good daughter my whole life, it's time to do something for me." Lorcan groaned.

"No way to get my bag back?" She shook her head in denial and he raised his hands in defeat. "You know what will make you feel better? Eat something, I know a nice place we can get a hot meal." Lorcan smirked as she started to follow him, maybe this would work then.

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Farasha kept sniffling around, trying to spot Lorcan, but something caught her attention, someone was walking around in the forest, hiding behind a rock to get him, she waited, jumping from her spot when it approached her.

"A royal mare..." The woman's violet eyes spotted the animal, a dread feeling setting in her guts. "Without its captain." She started to panic.

Rushing back to the tower, Maeve called for Elide five times before she started to walk to the secret entry on the side, when she got into the house, she found it empty. Her heart beat faster as she thought of where Elide might be.

Something sparkled, and Maeve held the princess’s crown in her hands with horror. Sweat ran down her spine as she threw things around in anger, she NEEDED to find Elide. Finding her dagger in a drawer, she got to the forest again.

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She held her breath, shivering from head to toe as they entered the Snuggly Duckling. The scary and armed males looked at her, she held her hair, pointing her frying pan to each side, trying to protect herself. The door closed with a loud thud behind her, making her turn quickly, a man was holding a poster against the door, a smug in his lips.

"Isn't that you?" He pointed to Lorcan, and Elide almost giggled at how weirdly big they had drawn his nose in the wanted poster.

"Why do they never get my nose right? Isn't even that big!" He complained and the smirk in the man's face grew wider.

"Go call the guards, we'll deal with him." They started to walk towards Lorcan, he tried to run but ended up being held by the others, while the man from the door tried to punch him, Elide kept begging for them to release him but her pleas weren't heard.

Using her hair, she pulled a tree branch, until it hit the man that was trying to punch him, the room fell silent as they all turned to look at her.

"Please let my guide go, he promised to take me to see the lanterns, I need him to make my dream come true. Do you not have a dream too?" She blurted, her cheeks red as she shivered in panic. Lorcan almost started to mourn her loss when the guy approached her.

"I have a dream." He said, and Lorcan's jaw fell in disbelief as one by one, the males in the place started to tell her about their dreams, while she encouraged them to pursue them, her eyes shining as she listened. "What's your dream?" He asked him and Lorcan almost rolled his eyes.

"I don't have time for that kids." The man pointed a sword to his throat. "Well, my dream is simple, a desert island, a big castle, and lots of money just for me." The males scoffed and he almost felt offended as they mocked his dream.

Outside, the guards were arriving to get Lorcan, and someone spotted them from the window, warning them. The man that Elide knew now was called Aedion pointed to a lever, revealing a secret passage, pointing for them to get in there.

"Go, follow your dream." He said goodbye.

"Thank you, I will." Lorcan replied and Aedion gave him a quick slap on his head.

"Your dream sucks, I was talking to her." Elide blushed, giving him a quick peck on his cheek before he closed the door and they started to walk down the path.

Down in the tunnel, Lorcan was still astonished as they walked in silence. "What was that?" He asked.

"Sometimes you just have to listen." She smiled at him, he wanted to ask her so much but he knew she wouldn't answer, so they kept walking, until more steps sounded in the tunnel. "Lorcan?" She called, and he shoved her hair in her hands, grabbing it and they started to run.

They ran until they ended up in a dam, the royal guards behind them and Connall and Fenrys in front of them.

"Who are they?" She asked, trying to find a way to escape.

"People that don't like me very much." He replied, and Elide had an idea, throwing her hair, she swung down, and landed on the floor, starting to run, Lorcan was alone trying to think of something when he started to run again, sliding down through some water pipes.

"Farasha NO!" Chaol yelled as the mare kept hitting the pillar that held the dam in place, knocking it over, the pressure of the water made the dam break, the water flowing like a river, making Lorcan grab Elide by the hand and run until they reached a cave, with the strength of the water, a huge rock was knocked over the entry of the cave, trapping them both inside. Elide started to panic as the cave started to fill with water, she couldn't die there.

They tried without success to find a way out, but nothing worked, the water was above their necks when Elide remembered.

"My magic hair starts to glow whenever I sing." Lorcan looked at her and Elide started to sing and her hair started to glow, leaving him speechless, even more, when he saw the hair pointing to a way out, pulling the rocks, he was able to free the two of them.

They were panting, gasping for air as they looked at the bright sky. "WHAT WAS THAT?" He asked, nervously watching her.

"My mother says that before I was born, I was blessed by a ray of moonlight that fell on the earth, and that's why I can heal people. Come here." She demanded, and he did, she wrapped a hair strand around his hand, the one he hurt while he opened the way in between the rocks, and started to sing again, her voice was beautiful.

He looked at his healed hand and started to gasp, completely marveling at her. She got up, telling him she was going in for a walk, and he sat there with the little chameleon looking at him.

"Are you enjoying it?" A voice startled her and Elide turned to see her mother looking at her.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" She mumbled.

"I could ask the same, Elide. But it doesn't matter, let's just go home, shall we?" She grabbed Elide's arm and started to pull.

"No!" Elide stopped, Maeve turned to her, her eyes laced with fury as she scoffed!

"No? You go out once and you think you already know everything about the world? Silly, silly girl." She opened a bag, holding the crown in front of her nose. "Do you really think he cares about you? Once he gets what he wants, he won't even remember you." Maeve taunted and Elide felt the tears.

"He's different." She wasn't going to go back, not now.

"Then test it, give it to him, and see what he does." She threw the crown at Elide, turning her back and walking away. Elide eyed the crown, he wouldn't leave her for it, would he?

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They were halfway into the city when Farasha found them again, running full speed towards Lorcan, who hid behind Elide, making the mare stop.

“What is happening?” She asked, spotting the animal in front of her.

“This mad mare is trying to get me arrested.” He pointed to her and Farasha scoffed.

“Ooh, this good baby is trying to do her job.” She started to rub her chin and the mare happily wiggled her tail. “Are you tired of chasing the bad guy?” The mare nodded, to Lorcan's utter shock. “Let’s make a deal? Today is very important for me, you let him take me to do what I need, and then you can chase him all you want.”

“What?” Lorcan asked in disbelief and the mare nodded again, looking at him with displeasure before letting them go. He was still marvelled at her abilities to make people, and apparently, animals too, bend to her will. She just needed to use her endless kindness to get what she wanted.

She tugged his shirt, and Farasha followed them closely as they entered the village, people prepared to celebrate, dancing around and laughing. Lorcan even paid some young girls to braid her hair to make things easier for them. They danced and enjoyed the moment, until Elide stopped, looking at a huge painting of King Cal and Queen Marion holding the missing princess.

“She disappeared when she was a baby, they still look for her, the lantern serves to guide her home.” He whispered to her ear and she looked at him. He could see some semblance in between them, something about her felt weirdly familiar to the princess.

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Moonlight casted a glow to her beautiful face as Lorcan rowed until they reached the middle of the lake, she looked around at other boats where families and couples held lanterns to light up.

“I have a surprise.” He announced, pulling two lanterns from behind him. “Thought you may like it.” He handed her one and she looked at it.

“It’s beautiful.” He smiled as he watched her. After a minute, he grabbed a match, lighting both lanterns and they let them go, alongside the others. He swore she glowed, he was mesmerized by her beauty, the way her eyes watered as she fulfilled her dream.

Lorcan couldn’t help, as he leaned in, holding her face in between his large hands, pulling her to him. Her lips were soft and she didn’t know what to do, but he delicately guided her through the kiss, making her breath get caught in her throat.

As they parted, he spotted Fenrys and Connall on the shore, and he shivered, afraid they would hurt her. He moved the boat there looking at her.

“I need you to stay here, I’ll be right back.” Elide thankfully agreed, an then he walked to them. “Boys!” He greeted them.

“Where’s the girl?” Connall inquired.

“Girl? Which girl?” He played dumb.

“Cut it, Salvaterre, we know the girl is worth a million crowns.” He swallowed harshly.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let’s see then.” And with that, they launched at him.

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“Lorcan?” Elide asked, but one figure turned to two and she started to run away from the unknown males. She heard some grunts and the sound of someone falling on the floor, turning to where they were chasing her, she spotted her mother holding a huge tree branch.

“Darling!” Maeve called and Elide rushed to her, hugging her mother and sobbing on her chest.

“They appeared out of nowhere, I was so afraid, I don’t know where Lorcan is.” Maeve rubbed circles on her back, turning her head so she could see Lorcan back at the boat, crown clutched to his hand as he sailed away.

“I know you thought he was different and I’m so sorry, let’s go home now.” Elide nodded, and followed her mother home.

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Lorcan woke up in the cell, Captain Chaol told him he was sentenced to be hanged and it should be done on that same day. As he walked to his destiny, he spotted the twins in a cell.

“Where is she? What did you do to her?” He asked as he grabbed Fenrys by his shirt, the guards tried to pull him away.

“We didn't do anything, it was the old lady.” He said, and Lorcan knew he was being honest, he needed to get out of there.

She was in danger and he needed to go back to her, the only thing he didn’t knew was that more people cared about her, the males from the Snuggly Duckling were all arrested that day, and as he pleaded with them for help, he received, and he knew that it was because of her.

So at that moment, he found himself rushing through the forest, Farasha impossibly fast as they tried to get on her tower, he just wished he wasn’t late.

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Elide couldn’t sleep, something didn’t feel right, and as she started to think more about it, everything became clear in her head, and she gasped, feeling overwhelmed. Maeve yelled from somewhere in the tower asking if she was alright.

Feeling utterly disgusted by the woman in the house, she lifted from her bed, opening the curtains that separated her room. She met Maeve halfway, as she walked upstairs towards her room.

“Are you alright?” She asked again.

“I'm the lost princess.” She mumbled and Maeve rolled her eyes.

“Speak clearly, you know I hate when you mumble.”

“ I am the lost princess. Aren’t I?” She spoke louder and her mother’s violet eyes widened. “Did I mumble now, mother?” The sarcasm was evident in her tone as she said the word mother. “Or should I even call you that?”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Maeve scoffed, walking towards Elide. “Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?” She tried to hug Elide but she shoved Maeve away.

“It was you, it was all you!” She yelled, Maeve’s face contorted into a frown.

“Everything I did was to protect you.” Elide walked past her, going downstairs.

“So you hide me all my life, from people who would use me for my power when it was you, using me all this time.” Elide accused.

“Where do you think you’re going? Do you really think he will be waiting for you? That he loves you? You’re a fool.”

“I don’t care if he is waiting for me, I just want to get away from you.” She tried to put as much distance as she could from her. But then she stopped! “What did you do to him?”

“That criminal is going to be hanged for his crimes.” Maeve was smiling like this was the greatest news of all time. “It’s alright darling, everything will go back to normal now.” She tried to brush Elide’s hair but her hand didn’t reach as Elide grabbed her by her wrist.

“You were wrong about the world, and you were wrong about me. And I will NEVER let you use my hair again.” Maeve struggled to get away from her grip, as she released herself, she stumbled on a mirror, breaking it as it fell to the floor.

“You want me to be a villain, fine, I’ll be a villain.” Maeve said, before she lunged for Elide, she was bigger and stronger, which made it easier for her to stop Elide and get her locked up in chains, as she prepared to leave the tower.

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“Elide, let down your hair.” Lorcan yelled as he reached the tower, but no answer came, so he prepared to climb up there. Elide's hair flew across the air as she waited for him, for a second, he felt relief as he climbed up. “Elide, I thought I would never see you again.”

Lorcan said with hope, but only to spot Elide across the room, chained to the floor and a cloth covering her mouth. She fought against the shackles, mumbling against the cloth, but nothing worked, she watched with terror icing her blood as Maeve stabbed Lorcan.

“Now look at what you did, Elide.” She cleaned her dagger on her cloak. “Don’t worry dear, our secret will die with him.” She walked closer to Elide, she was sobbing, trying to release herself from this torment. “And as for us…” she pulled the chains, pulling Elide away with her. “We’re going somewhere, where no one will find you ever again.”

Elide fought with all her strength, trying to go to him, even Abraxos tried to stop Maeve, but she kicked him away, Elide yelled, pulling harder.

“Stop fighting!” Maeve complained. Elide managed to get rid of the cloth covering her mouth.

“NO! I won’t stop fighting, ever, not even for a minute for the rest of my life. I will never stop trying to get away from you.” The look on her face told Maeve that she was telling the truth. “But if you let me save him, I’ll go whatever you want, just don’t let him die.” She pleaded.

“No, no Elide, don’t go with her! I need you.” Lorcan tried to crawl to her.

“I’ll never run, I’ll never try to escape, just let me heal him and you and I will be together, forever.” Maeve seemed to consider it.

She chained Lorcan to a pillar, while Elide was almost on top of him, her eyes shining with tears as she watched him in pain. She pulled his hand away from the wound, and he winced, she sighed.

“I’m so sorry, everything is going to be fine now.” She reassured him, starting to wrap her hair around him.”

“No, Elide.” Lorcan tried to push her away. “I can’t let you do this.”

“And I can’t let you die.” Elide said, her voice cracking as she cried.

“But if you do this, then you will die.” He struggled to talk.

“It’s going to be alright!” She reassured him, her hand cupping his cheek.

“Elide wait.” He pleaded, his hand caressing her cheek, Elide gasped in surprise as Lorcan grabbed a handful of her hair, and chopped it off with a piece of the mirror he was hiding.

“Lorcan, no!” She held her hair, which lost its shine, her hair was reaching her shoulders now, the ethereal glow that always had, gone as a plain black covered her strands.

Maeve’s jaw slacked open as she started to scream in despair, rushing to get to the remaining hair that was still shining. All the years she avoided getting old, started to put weight on her as her skin turned wrinkly, her hair white and she could barely stand, screaming in agony as she got older and older until she disappeared in a pile of dust.

Elide was panting, she didn’t have her power anymore, and as she turned to Lorcan again he was wheezing, almost dead, she cried on top of him. She held his hand to her hair, singing over and over again, but it didn’t work, a single tear fell to his face, and Elide closed her eyes, feeling completely lost without him.

She held his cold body, crying on top of him, until she felt him stirring beneath her, she lifted her head, looking at him surprised as he opened his eyes. She hugged him with all her might, and he hugged her back, happy to see her pretty face.

He cupped her face, kissing her, again and again until they couldn't breathe.

“Are you ready to go home?” He asked her, Elide smiled.

“Only if you come with me.”

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