#throne of glass cadre x you

[danikamariewrites]

Heyy back with another ask bestie🤭 ok so how about a cadre g**g b**g where they are in a war camp with reader and lorcan comes up in there bickering with her which gets the attention of the other cadre and row row comes in like “ik what would shut her up”😈 (they are yummier than the bat boys i stand by that😤)

Cadre (SMUT)

Lorcan x Rowan x Fenrys x Gavriel x f!reader

A/n: hey bestie! I also may favor the cadre over the bat boys at times lol. This concept has me feral so I hope you enjoy this. I left out Connall and Vaughan bc they were so left out of the books so I don’t know their character at all.

Warnings: fivesum, praise kink, degradation, name calling, and some light choking

You pushed back the canvas of the tent, Lorcan on your heels, fuming that you once again didn’t listen. “You’ve got a serious issue, you know that?” You turned, smirking at him. “Lorcan, if I listened to you we’d be dead right now.” Steam practically came out of his ears at your tone.

Before he could start screaming you both spotted Gavriel and Fenrys watching you from their seats at the war table. Fenrys was wearing a feral smirk, nothing brought him joy like watching you and Lorcan spar with your words. Gavriel kept a neutral face. As he assessed the situation and was working through how to intervene should it get physical.

Opening your mouth to say something that would send Lorcan over the edge, Rowan came up behind you. He pressed his sculpted chest into your back. Rowan held your chin in his strong hand, tilting your head back to look up at him.

His long white hair creating a curtain so it felt like it was just you and him having in the room. You flashed him a sweet smile, “Hi Rowan.” You and Rowan had been having a casual fling for some time now. Sex with no strings attached, but whenever he was around it was like you were instantly relaxed.

Rowan smirked back at you, “Hello sweetness. Are you giving Lorcan attitude again?” You feign innocence, “Me? Never.” Rowan lets a hum that let you know he saw right through your bullshit. He looks to Lorcan, keeping your head tilted against his chest, “I think I know how to make her behave. Just need some sense fucked into you huh sweetness.”

Your eyes go wide at Rowan’s boldness in front of the Cadre. He liked to keep things private between you, but you could sense something was different. You decided to play along, just to see what Rowan was scheming. You arched your back, grinding your ass into Rowan’s crotch, letting a small moan past your lips. “Yes sir.”

You could scent the arousal coming from the other Fae males in the tent. Mixing together it was overwhelming you. You didn’t know Rowan had an exhibition kink and if he was going to fuck you as the three of them watched you weren’t one to complain. You could feel your slick almost dripping down your thighs at the thought.

Rowan leans down placing wet, open mouth kisses all over your neck. “Now,” he said against your neck, “since Lorcan told us about the danger you put us all in, we’re all going to teach you a lesson. You gonna be a good girl for us?” Your heart was pounding in your ears. You had dreamed of each of these big strong males manhandling you, but all at once? You were going to pass out.

You hadn’t noticed Fenrys and Gavriel join your little circle until you felt Gavriel caress your cheek. Your attention snapped to him. “He asked you a question y/n.” Your mouth was suddenly dry. Your mind was empty as you wracked your brain for words that wouldn’t show up. Fenrys’ deep laugh had your eyes on him next. “Seems like the thought of having all of us has already caused her pretty little head to go dumb. That right baby?” You nod letting out a soft uh-huh.

“Good girl,” Lorcan purred. Rowan picks you up and brings you over to the large bed, the rest of the cadre follow. Putting you down, Rowan starts taking your leathers off, leaving you bare. He strips and slips behind you, wrapping you in his arms, leaving kisses on your jaw, neck, and shoulders. The others strip and watch you and Rowan with intense stares.

Rowan nips at your pointed ear. “The one treat you get tonight is picking who goes first, baby. Who’s it going to be?” You look at Lorcan, Gavriel, and Fenrys, meeting their hungry gazes with your own. You let out a hum as you think. “Lorcan,” you say in a seductive tone, a smirk playing on your lips.

Lorcan growls as he grabs you from Rowan. You wrap your arms around his neck, meeting his lips in a heated kiss. Your teeth and tongues clash as Lorcan fights for dominance as you push into him. You let him win as he pushes you down on the bed, pinning your shoulders.

He slowly moves down your body. Making sure to nip and kiss and lick every sensitive part of you. You shudder under his touch getting lost in the euphoric feeling of Lorcan dominating you. You caress his broad shoulders. Lorcan was quick to grab your wrists and pin them with one hand.

“Uh-uh baby. The only teary you got was picking me. You don’t get to touch.” He growls. Lorcan let’s a bit of his dark magic to wrap around your wrists, tying them to the bed. You whine as you try to move but the dark shadow like tendrils don’t give. Lorcan let’s out a dark laugh.

He moves to dig his fingers into your hips so hard your sure bruises are already forming. Lorcan drags his canines down one of your breasts, his tongue circling your hardened nipple. He looks at you through dark lashes wrapping his mouth around you and sucking hard. A high pitched moan leaves your mouth. You push your chest into his face. He lets go with a pop leaving a kiss to the top of your breast, a purple bruise forming near your nipple.

Lorcan keeps kissing and dragging his teeth down your torso while still keeping you in a death grip. He leaves teasing kisses on your clit and one tiny little lick. You buck your hips as best you can trying to move closer to his mouth. He tuts at your movements and runs a thick, long finger through your soaking folds.

“Fuck baby, so wet. That all for us?” You nod, looking at him through half lidded eyes. Lorcan lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head of his thick, long cock. “You’re gunna be a good girl and take what I give you.” He grunts as he pushes into your tight cunt. You moan in unison at the feeling of him sinking inside you down to his base.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe he was so deep inside you. Lorcan gave you a second to adjust before he started thrusting into you at brutal pace. His thickness felt so good rubbing against your walls. You could do nothing but writhe beneath him. He was fucking you so good that you just went limp as you felt your orgasm approach.

Your moans got louder and louder as Lorcan pushed down on the bulge of him in your stomach. Your walls twitched around him. “Fuck-Lorcan feels so good.” “Yeah baby. You gunna come for me? Gunna come all over my cock?” You let out a pathetic whine in response. “Are you going to listen from now on? Be an obedient little slut?” You nod your head rapidly chanting yes and his name over and over.

With a few more thrusts your back is arching off the bed, your eyes screw shut as your vision goes fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm. Your left breathless as he finishes inside you and immediately pulls out of you.

Giving you no time to recover Lorcan pulls you up by the shoulders, pulling his magic away from you. Fuck, you’re so out of it you barley feel his hand wrap around your throat. He pulls you to his chest and his lips meet your in another intense kiss. “If only I could have you all night. You’d never have a bratty attitude.”

Before you could respond Fenrys was pulling you from Lorcan’s grip. “Now Lorcan, be nice. Look at her,” Fenrys pulls you onto his lap, snaking his arms around you and rubbing soft circles into your skin with his calloused thumbs. He softly kisses your temple and you relax into him.

“She was so good for you. Don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Lorcan rolls his eyes as he adjusts his position at the foot of the bed. Fenrys gently lays you down and your eyes flutter shut. He smoothes your hair. Your eyes flutter open and wrap your arms around his neck, lazily playing with the strands of his long golden hair.

“You can hold on to me. You’re going to need to baby.” Fenrys kisses down your neck but quickly picks up the pace. Your energy comes back, spurred on by Fenrys’ eagerness to be tracing your curves for the first time. Fenrys wastes no time with you. You tug harder at those perfect curls as he slips into your already stretched out cunt.

Still sensitive from the fucking Lorcan gave you, you knew you wouldn’t last long with Fenrys. His thrusts were long and deep. Exploratory and full of curiosity. You held onto each other as his pace increased, your legs wrapping around his waist. Heels pushing into his back.

Without warning, your walls spasm around Fenrys and come. He keeps going, as he chases his own high. He looks down where you connect and he moans. Your release mixed with Lorcan’s is leaking from your hole. “Shit baby, look at you. Such a mess for us. You feel so good. I never wanna leave this pussy. So warm and full.” You bury your face into his neck and moan, his scent wrapping around you.

“Fuck, you can take another can’t you? You want my come don’t you baby?” “Yes Fenrys! Fuck, please, please, please!” Two more thrusts and his release paints your walls. You once again go limp as Fenrys collapses on top of you. Both of you panting. “So good.” He whispered into your chest.

Gavriel pulls Fenrys off you and rolls him to lay on his back next to Lorcan. Rowan is lifting you again. He turns you to look at him. You settle on your knees, steadying yourself by laying your hands on his chest. “Think you’ve learned your lesson sweets?” Gavriel kneels behind you, his chest pressing into your back.

By the grace of some god you still have the strength to look Rowan in the eyes and give him a smirk that says “not a chance”. He sighs. Looking to Gavriel, Rowan motions with his chin. Rowan move back to lay against the pillows at the headboard, spreading his legs and stroking his cock.

Gavriel moves you both back down the bed a bit then he pushes you to bend at the waist, elbows resting on the bed. Rowan fists your hair “Lets use that mouth for something other than talking back, hmm.” Rowan hummed. He pulls you down to swallow his cock. Making your head bob. Using your hands to cover what you couldn’t take in your mouth you set an acceptable pace for Rowan. “That’s it, just like that. See you can be a good girl. Just needed to give that mouth something to do.”

As you kept sucking Rowan off you felt Gavriel lightly running his fingers over your ass. He moves down to your pussy, sinking two fingers in. He curls and pumps them a few times before pulling out. Gavriel brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean, moaning at the taste of you mixed with Lorcan and Fenrys.

“Such a filthy slut. But like Lorcan said, just for us to play with.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. As he leaned forward you felt his hard cock poke your thigh, your eyes rolling back at the thought of taking him and Rowan at the same time. Gavriel places soft kisses down your spine, so different from the way he was just talking about you.

He kisses down to your ass and finally lines himself up with you. He slowly sinks into you, letting you adjust to him inch by inch. Not like you need to after having Lorcan and Fenrys absolutely abuse you. But Gods above he feels good. But he’s taking too long.

When Gavriel finally starts to move you hum around Rowan causing him to his, his hands flying to grip your hair again. Gavriel fucks you it’s like no male has ever fucked you before. He’s taking the time to learn every inch of you inside and out. What parts of you are extra sensitive right now. You don’t know if you can go back to just having Rowan after Gavriel. The others were good, but holy shit. Gavriel was great.

You felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing it in small circles. As the pace of his thrusts picked up so did his fingers. You started to choke on Rowan’s cock and he was once again tightly grabbing your hair, controlling your movements.

You’d never admit this to any of them but this felt good. Not being in control. Being pleasured and used by them. You were in heaven right now. You felt your third orgasm on the night creeping up on you. That knot in your stomach tightening. Your eyes rolling. Your moans muffled and squeaky.

With a pinch to your clit and a few more perfectly angled thrusts from Gavriel you come undone one last time. His own orgasm following immediately after. You heard him swear above you as he pulled out of you. He kept your legs spread watching the mess between your legs drip down your thighs and onto the sheets.

Rowan pulled you off of him, finishing in his hand so you could catch your breath. As soon as he let go of your hair you collapsed on the bed, breathing deeply. You felt the four of them staring at you. It felt tense for some reason. You slowly flipped onto your back, stretching as best you could.

You let out a small hum, “Holy shit.” Fenrys let out a laugh. Rowan and Gavriel were pulling you up the bed, tucking you between them. Now that your punishment was over all they wanted to do was take care of you.

“You ok sweets?” An mmhhmm sounds from you followed by a yawn. You turn snuggling into Gavriel’s chest. He wraps an arm around you. Rowan gets up searching for a cloth or spare shirt to clean you up with. When he returns and spreads your legs you whine. Rowan quickly shushes you rubbing your thigh. “I’m just cleaning you up sweets.” He whispers.

You relax letting him wipe between your thighs. “There you go. All done.” He kisses your forehead and slips next to you again. Lorcan and Fenrys head off to their own beds after seeing you content in Rowan and Gavriel’s arms.

“Goodnight y/n,” Gavriel whispers. A cold wind rushes through the tent. Turning out all the lanterns and cooling your heated skin. You were glad it was Gavriel and Rowan holding you. You drifted off thinking what it would be like to be with them for eternity.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can you write jealous Fenrys with some fluff at the end?🥰

Okay... this took a turn... I apologize but it did 😂

Jealous

He trusted you. There was not an ounce of fear in his heart that you would leave him. He knew you. Knew in ways no one did. No one could. No one would get to. But oh, did it grind Fenrys's gear, when he had to watch males twirling around you like moths around a glass of ale. Was his scent not there? Didn't they feel it lingering? The smell of a mate. The smell of a male that had her. Had her in more than one way.

But he had told himself that he was not going to become like those other territorial bastards. He was not gonna try to fuel his pride by jumping into pointless tassels over you. What was there to prove? You never entertained the males. You always came back to him.

"That girl of yours... Man, bet she rocks your world", a stranger clapped Fenrys on the shoulder as he walked by, barely standing on his feet. Lorcan let out a low laugh and Fenrys was quick to send him a death glare. "No, but tell us, how much does she rock your world?", Lorcan asked and it took all of his strength for Fenrys to not jump over the table and tackle Lorcan to the ground.

The uneasy tightness ripped at Fenrys's chest. It didn't help that your relationship was new too. Fenrys had known you for decades yes but only recently had you finally lowered your guards and took a step forward with him. So Fenrys, maker, and all the stars above, he didn't want to come up as possessive. But each and every cell in his body screamed in desire to keep you close.

To be able to touch you at any given moment. To be able to sense your presence near. To know. To know that he had finally found him forever. Had found his happiness in you.

His senses suddenly flood out. Bubbling over the top. The music got too loud. The laughter around him made him want to rip at his ears. Fenrys gripped the table tightly his fea hearing betraying him as all he could focus on now were males talking. "Look at her hips", "Can you imagine just how good she would look...", with that Fenrys jumps up. Hand ripping at the collar of his shirt. He looked like a lost pup, twisting and turning until he practically fell through the door. "Get, Y/N", Gavriel said coldly as he followed the boy. Lorcan raised to his feet in a heartbeat.

You had Lorcan's cloak on as you rushed through the street. Letting your senses guide you. The situation was scarcely explained to you by Lorcan, and you had indeed shown him a middle finger for teasing your boyfriend like that. But he had also been the one to say that all this could be because of a suppressed mating bond. A frenzy of emotions that reached its highest climax.

You eased a breath as you noticed Gavriel and Fenrys standing by the dock. Fenrys was pacing aimlessly. Hand in the air while Gavriel just stood there. A calming presence. A shore for the wave to crash on. "Fen...", you breathed out, his eyes instantly turned towards you but then his eyebrows crunched. "Take it off, that, that off", he stepped closer, trying to get hold of Lorcan's cloak that covered your body. A gesture with no bad intentions. Just the timing now was wrong.

You shrugged it off, letting it pool on the damp concrete. Gavriel stepped between the two of you, "I think this here might be...", he stated but you still walked closer to Fenrys. "Lorcan told me. I got this", you reassured the lion. Those suppressed frenzies were rare. Just as rare as mates hurting each other in an outburst of emotions. You reached for Fanrys who was breathing heavily. Guiding his arms to lay upon your body.

"I'm here", you muttered, "I'm with you", your eyes searched his. "They all...", Fenrys breathed out, eyes darting to the tavern. But you quickly guided his face towards you. "Ground yourself", you said softly. You laced your hands around his torso, melting into his strong chest. Fenrys let out a deep growl. His hands held onto your hips. The roaring in his head faded. Filled with the sensation of your heart beating.

You looked up to him, "I'm yours. Body and soul. They all can talk all they want", you stated firmly now. You needed him to believe it too. As much as you did. "Because even if the world was ending, I'd still be yours", you reached deep within yourself. Flowing deep within your senses where a bond you knew lurked was. Pulling at it softly. Awakening it. Wanting nothing more but to link your life to Fenrys's forever. The white wolf let out a deep sigh as that big black void filled with you. A feeling of you. He rested his forehead on yours. Breathing finally back to normal. You smiled at him sweetly. "I'm afraid I'm even more in the mood to rip them apart for their words now", Fenrys snickered but you only rolled your eyes. "On that note, I'll walk myself out", Gavriel chipped, making you both turn his way. Fenrys let out a low growl but you pulled at his hand, laughing.

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[live-the-fangirl-life]

The One With The Unagi

The Court - Throne of Glass x FRIENDS - Fic Series

S6, E17 : Lorcan and Elide struggle to celebrate a belated Valentine’s day, while Aelin and Lysandra’s defense skills are put to the test to see if they have Unagi.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Valentine's Collection

Warnings: Language, Physical Attack, Discussions of Physical Attack

5724 words

*******

Sitting around a familiar coffee table, Rowan sat next to Lysandra on the plush, orange sofa, talking to Lorcan and Aedion when Fenrys came around wearing a dark Cadre Coffee apron to collect the bill.

“Hey,” He complained scoffing, holding the check and cash in his hands, “So, what’s with the twenty percent tip? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, looking around at his friends.

Lorcan raised an unimpressed brow. “Twenty percent is a pretty generous tip, Moonbeam.”

“You what’s more generous than that?” The blond retorted heatedly. “Fifty percent! Y’know what’s even more generous than that?”

Aedion snorted into his mug. “We see where you’re going, man.”

Turning towards him, Rowan raised a brow, “What’s up with the greed, Fen?”

Sighing, Fenrys took a seat on the empty cushion next to Rowan. “All right, look, I’m sorry you guys, but it’s just that I gotta get these new headshots made, and they’re really expensive, you know? I’m down to, like, three!” he winced and corrected, “Well, actually two ‘cause one of them I kinda blackened in some teeth.” He grinned but it faded almost immediately as he berated himself. “Why did I do that?”

“Well, isn’t there something you can do to earn a little extra money?” Rowan thought, looking around hoping someone else would chime in. “I mean, can’t you pick up, I don’t know, an extra shift here?”

“Or, you know,” Lysandra leaned forward, “I used to beg for money.” Fenrys stared at her blankly, but she added, “Of course, it helps if you’ve got, y’know, a little of this going on.” She winked and shimmied her shoulders.

Aedion returned her wink, but Lorcan snorted and Lysandra responded by flipping him off.

“Oh, wait,” Rowan said, suddenly remembering, “Don’t you have an audition today? Yeah! Maybe you’ll get that job!”

“Oh, ha ha ha.” Fenrys scowled, but then his eyes lit and he blurted, “Ooh! Wait a minute, I used to get medical experiments done on me all the time!”

A beat.

“Ah, finally an explanation.” Lorcan drawled, smirking.

Fenrys shot his friend a glare, “No, I used to get paid for all kinds of medical stuff, remember?” He glanced around as he thought about it. “Let’s see uh, well I don’t want to donate sperm again.” He leaned towards Rowan and chuckled, “I really prefer doing that at the home office, if y’know what I mean? But, hey, maybe they want, like, some of my blood or spit or something, huh?”

“Fenrys,” Nox scolded, walking out from behind the counter with a tray holding a cup of coffee on it.

“Yeah?” he asked his boss, not getting up from the sofa.

Nox sighed, handing the cup to Fenrys. “What did I tell you about talking to your friends while you’re working?”

“Uh, do it?” he offered, ignoring that he could hear Aedion and Rowan try to cover up their laughs.

Sighing, Nox pointed to a customer by the back wall. “That guy has been waiting for his coffee for ten minutes. He’s complained about you three times.”

Fenrys adjusted the coffee cup in his hands as Nox walked away. Turning in his seat to face his friends again, Fenrys took a large gulp of the steaming drink. “Well, where was I?”

***

Rowan was back at Cadre Coffee, flipping through a book when Aelin and Lysandra walked in, taking off their coats to reveal work-out clothes underneath. He shut his book as they found seats on the sofa. “Hey, what have you guys been up to?”

“Oh, we went to a self-defense class today!” Lysandra explained excitedly as Fenrys grabbed an old mug from the table in front of her.

“Yeah,” Aelin nodded, grinning, “kicking a guy in the crotch all morning really takes it out of you!”

Fenrys snorted, “Takes it out of you?” he shared an amused grimace with Rowan.

Rolling her eyes, Lysandra ignored him and insisted, “Now, we can kick anybody’s ass!”

Aelin agreed vehemently. “Yeah.”

“After one class?” Rowan asked, drily. “I don’t think so.”

Aelin rounded on him. “What? You wanna see me self-defend myself? Go over there,” she pointed towards the door with a determined glint in her eye. “And pretend you’re a sexual predator! Go on! I dare ya!”

Lysandra chuckled while Rowan blinked at Aelin and argued, “Well, of course, you can defend yourself from an attack you know is coming, that’s not enough.” He raised his brows and fixed them with a knowing expression. “Look, I studied ka-ra-tay for a long time,” he ignored their snorts, “and there’s a concept you should really be familiar with. It’s what the Japanese call Unagi.” In emphasis of the word, he lifted two fingers to his quirked brow.

They stared at him for a moment, then Aelin turned towards Lysandra and asked, “Isn’t that a kind of sushi?”

“No,” Rowan insisted, “it’s a concept!”

As if he didn’t speak, Lysandra nodded at Aelin, “Yeah it is! It is. It’s freshwater eel!”

“All right, maybe it means that too…” Rowan irritatingly conceded.

“Oh! I would kill for a salmon skin roll right now!” Aelin groaned, leaning her head against the back of the sofa.

Shaking his head, Rowan rolled his eyes and picked his book back up. “You know what? Fine. Get attacked. I don’t even care!”

The women shared an amused look before Aelin said in a flat, deadpanned voice. “Come on Rowan. We’re sorry. Please tell us what it is.”

Despite their teasing, he leaned forward again and explained. “Unagi is a state of total awareness. Okay? Only by achieving true Unagi can you be prepared for any danger that may befall you.” He got up from his seat and took the remaining cushion on the sofa next to them. “All I’m saying is, it’s one thing being prepared for an attack against, like, each other; it’s a whole ‘nother story being prepared for an attack, I don’t know, like a—surprise!”

He shouted the last word, getting within an inch of Aelin’s unwavering face. She raised a golden brow and wiped the spittle from her cheek.

“All right, you know that one was coming,” Rowan admitted, leaning back again. “but that doesn’t mean you have Unagi.”

Rolling her eyes as he once again lifted those fingers to his brow, Aelin twisted towards Lysandra, “Ooh! You know what? If we made reservations, we could have unagi in about a half-hour.”

Fed up with their teasing, Rowan dropped it and refocused on his book. Just then, Lorcan hurried into the coffee shop, his eyes scanning the room in a frazzled panic before making a beeline towards the group.

“Hey, is Elide here?” he asked, still looking around the shop with narrowed eyes.

A chorus of no’s answered him as Fenrys came back and wiped down a nearby table.

“Okay, look, I need your help,” he scowled as if it physically pained him to say it. “I don’t know what to get her for Valentine’s Day.”

Aelin scoffed. “Well, Valentine’s Day was two weeks ago, so I wouldn’t get her a calendar.”

He mocked her suggestion in a horrible imitation of her voice before sitting down and explaining, “She was working on Valentine’s Day so we’re celebrating it tonight.”

“Oh, hey! Why don’t you book a date for both of you at one of those romantic spas?” Fenrys suggested.

Lysandra raised a brow in surprise. “Fen, that’s actually a really good idea!”

He nodded back at her and then hit Lorcan’s shoulder as he added, “And of course, crotchless panties.”

Aelin and Rowan chuckled while Lysandra shook her head and Lorcan glared at him. “Well appealing as that does sound,” he said, this voice dripping with sarcasm. “I can’t do that, we promised we’d make each other gifts this year.”

Aelin shot him an impressed look and knocked shoulders with Lysandra, “Aw, I love that.”

Scoffing, Fenrys asked incredulously, “You can’t make crotchless panties? You take a pair of scissors and you just cut—”

“Okay, okay,” Aelin interrupted him for all their sakes. She turned back to Lorcan, “So, making things. That sounds like so much fun.”

He rubbed a hand down his face and grumbled, “Yeah, I thought so too until I paper-mached one of my eyes shut.”

Rowan laughed, the image of Lorcan trying to make crafts was too funny, as Lysandra chirped, “Oh, I love paper mache! What did you make?”

He rolled his eyes, muttering gibberish “I made a flarlarlarst”

“What’s that?” she asked, confused.

“Nothing.” Lorcan snapped.

Rowan cut in, “So what are you gonna do?”

“Well, have you guys made anything that maybe I can take credit for?” Lorcan huffed desperately.

Lysandra smirked and pulled out her purse. “I have. I tried making these little sock bunnies.” She stuffed her hand into one of the monstrosities, it’s eyes and ears sewn on with little skill.

Aelin opened her mouth to ask why? but stopped as she looked closer at the bunny. “Hey, wait a minute, that’s my sock!”

The brunette pursed her lips, trying not to laugh, and held it up to Aelin’s face. “Now, it’s your little bunny friend.” Their combined laughter as the whiskers ticked Aelin’s cheek did nothing to appease Lorcan’s helplessness.

***

As soon as he could, Lorcan had left the coffee house and holed himself up in his and Elide’s apartment, trying and failing to make something.

Why did everything have to be so godsdamned complicated?

The apartment door swung open and he hastily shoved the pencils, coat hanger, and paper cup he’d been attempting to use, under the couch.

“Hey!” Elide greeted as she strode into the apartment.

Lorcan pushed himself off the sofa and walked toward his girlfriend. “Hey babe, can I ask you a question about the Valentine’s Day gifts?”

She set her coat on the table and nodded. “Oh, yeah, what’s up?”

“Do we have to make the entire thing?” he wondered, hoping the answer would be no.

“Yes!” Shit. “Why, did you,” she fidgeted with a strand of hair, “uh, forget to make yours?”

He grimaced. “Of course—of course not. I just have to uh, go over to the place where I, uh, made it and pick it up.” He shoved his phone into his pocket with more force than probably necessary and pressed a firm kiss to Elide’s mouth before stalking out of the apartment.

“Okay, I can’t wait! This is going to be the best Valentine’s Day ever!” She grinned after him as he winced again and shut the door. As soon as the lock clicked, Elide spun around and ran a frustrated hand through her hair, exclaiming to herself, “I can’t believe it! Make the presents! Make the presents!”

The door popped open and Lorcan’s confused head came around the side, his dark brows furrowed. “Did you say something?”

She plastered on a fake smile and lied, “I’m just so excited to make the presents!” she waited until he left again and the sound of his heavy boots could be heard disappearing down the hallway. “Fuck.”

***

As soon as Fenrys had a free hour, he headed over to the medical research office, hoping he could find some way to make a few extra dollars. Walking up to the receptionist, he flashed her his most charming smile. “Hi, I’m Fenrys Moonbeam, and with all due respect, I’d like to donate some fluids.”

She looked slightly taken aback at his boldness but recovered and explained, “We’re actually at the end of one of our research cycles, so we’re not looking for applicants right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I’ve kinda been saving up.” He admitted and winced at how it sounded along with her disturbed expression. He plowed on. “Uh, are you sure there’s no studies I can participate in?”

She reached to the side and showed him a pamphlet. “Well, here’s a schedule of what’s coming up.”

Scanning the list, he pointed to one near the bottom. “Here, but this one starts now.”

“Oh, that one is available now, but only identical twins are eligible. It’s a twins study.”

“But it’s two thousand dollars!” He tried again.

“Sorry.”

He loosed a sigh, carding a hand through his long hair. Turning back to face her, he leaned his elbows on the counter and winked. “Well how about this one? Testing the effects of Fenrys Moonbeam on attractive nurse receptionists.”

She huffed a shallow laugh. “We already got the results back on that one, and they’re not good.”

He nodded again and quickly left.

***

Aedion stood in the hallway between the apartments, hidden behind the dip in the wall as he waited for Aelin and Lysandra to get back.

After Rowan had told him about his conversation with the ladies, Aedion hadn’t hesitated to say he’d help Rowan prove them wrong. That was why he now quietly listened to their voices get progressively louder as they walked up that stairs. As soon as they got within a foot of his hiding spot, he jumped out into the hall with his hands raised and shouted, “DANGER! DANGER!”

He could hardly hold in his laughter as they both jumped and screamed at his outburst. As soon as they realized it was him, they looked furious.

“Aedion!” Lysandra hissed, a hand to her chest. “What the hell?”

Aelin stepped forward and knocked him upside the head. “What the fuck was that?”

He swatted her away and crossed his arms over his chest triumphantly. Grinning, and moving two fingers up to his temple, he explained, “A lesson in the importance of Unagi.”

Aelin threw her hands up and Lysandra narrowed her eyes at him. “For gods’ sake, you too?”

“Now I’m curious, at what point during those high-pitched screams would you have begun to kick my ass?

“How did Whitethorn rope you into this?” Lysandra muttered, but Aelin was still glaring at her cousin.

“All right, so we weren’t prepared!” She mocked his tone, and he leveled her a flat stare.

Aedion couldn’t stop the grin from reappearing as his cousin huffed at him and his girlfriend looked like she couldn’t believe he’d played along. “I’m sorry such drastic measures had to be taken to make the point, but I—look, we just want you guys to be safe.”

The two women rolled their eyes but their expression softened a fraction. The door to Elide and Lorcan’s apartment opened and Elide walked out, taking a trash bag with her as she walked past their argument.

Aedion didn’t hesitate to once again shout, “DANGER!” in her face, but Elide remained unfazed as she walked away without a word.

He nodded approvingly, pointing to her retreating back. “Ahh. Unagi.”

***

Rowan was standing in his living room, folding some laundry when Lorcan walked in. Without turning to see the taller man, Rowan drawled, “Lorcan. I sensed it was you.”

Lorcan’s brows furrowed incredulously. “What the fuck, man?”

Rowan turned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Unagi,” he explained, “I’m always aware.”

Lorcan snorted and mocked Rowan’s finger-to-temple move. “Okay, are you aware unagi is an eel?”

Rowan shoved his laundry away and scowled. “Why are you here?”

At that, Lorcan’s smirk vanished, and he dragged a hand down his face looking around helplessly. “I can’t figure out what to make El.”

“Oh, why don’t you make her some of your sarcasm?” Rowan quipped, his amusement growing as Lorcan’s face darkened.

Huffing exasperatedly, Lorcan said, “I’m going crazy, okay? Do you have anything around here that looks homemade?” If he had to resort to taking something of Whitethorn’s—he would.

Rolling his eyes, Rowan surveyed his living room and walked towards his side table. “What about this?” He handed Lorcan a model rocket, ignoring his friend’s raised brows. “Uh, it’s an exact replica of Apollo 8. I made it in the sixth grade.”

“Dude, why do you still have this?” He grumbled, turning the thing over. “Okay, I guess I could use that. I could say that your love sends me to the moon.” He grimace as he heard how ridiculous that sounded coming from his mouth.

“Yeah,” The silver-haired man nodded. “Except, Apollo 8 didn’t actually land on the moon. But you could say that uh, ‘your love lets me orbit the moon twice and return safely’.”

Lorcan stared unblinking at Rowan for a second before setting the rocket back down. “That’s even stupider. You’re no help.” Then he stalked back out of Rowan’s apartment.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Rowan turned back to his laundry. He’d barely picked up a shirt to fold when Aelin and Lysandra jumped out from behind the curtains near his window.

“DANGER!”

The shrill shriek that left Rowan’s mouth as he stumbled backward would be a sound he would forever deny making.

“Ah,” Aelin smirked and mocked Rowan’s finger gesture, “salmon skin roll.”

***

The longer it took Lorcan to figure out a gift for Elide, the more deranged he felt. All he wanted was to get something good enough for her because she deserved the best…but their stipulation for making the presents was going to end up with her getting the worst, most asinine gift ever.

He got back to the apartment and started digging through his and Elide’s bedroom, searching for anything he could pass off as homemade. “Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself, shoving things around in the closet. Cursing, he moved to the chest beside the window. Pausing for a fraction of a second, he pulled out a pair of her panties and then reached towards the bedside table for the scissors laying there. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. One, he could never let Fenrys know he used that insane crotchless panties idea. Two, Elide would kill him if he ruined another pair of her underwear.

He jerked open the closet door again and his eyes zeroed in on his saving grace. “A mixed tape! Thank fuck.”

As soon as he prowled back into the living room, he saw Elide sitting at the table finishing her wrapping of his gift.

“Hey, babe” he greeted her and met her halfway. “You uh, ready to exchange gifts?

Elide’s strained grin was covered up by her too-enthusiastic “Sure! Okay, you go first.”

They sat in the living room, each carrying their presents, Lorcan on the sofa and Elide in front of him on the edge of the coffee table.

He chuckled nervously and refrained from rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not wrapped because I just, uh, just finished it.”

“Okay,” she nodded, waiting for him to go on.

He cleared his throat and hoped he sounded as sure of himself as he tried to. “I made you a tape of what I think are all romantic songs.” And he handed her the tape that, until a minute ago, had been living in the recesses of their closet.

His girlfriend’s face immediately softened as she took the tape and held it so carefully in her hands. “What a great gift!” she breathed, leaning forward to take his face in her hands and press a firm kiss to his lips. He would’ve been fine ending their gift exchange there just to continue with that, but she pulled away and turned the tape over in her hand. “Is The Way You Look Tonight on it?” she asked hopefully.

Lorcan felt his face pale but forced a grin. “Maybe. We’ll have to listen and see.”

Elide kissed him again. “I love it! Thank you, Lor.” She reached behind her and grabbed his gift. “Okay, you ready to open yours?”

He grinned and tore at the wrapping. When he pried the lid off the box, he looked down in carefully veiled shock.

“It’s a sock bunny.” He said slowly. Not just any sock bunny, but Lysandra’s sock bunny that she’d tried to pass off on him shortly before.

Elide laughed, the sound sharp and forced. “Yeah, uh, you remember how I call you bunny?”

Lorcan cocked a brow and leveled a look at her. “You don’t call me bunny.”

“Well, I did one time,” she insisted, smiling wider. “And, uh, I want to start doing it more. See that’s what this is about.” She nodded, seemingly pleased with her own answer.

“Huh,” he grunted, still looking at the sock. “You know, Ennar makes sock bunnies.”

“What? No,” she scoffed, “Uh, Lysandra, what she makes, that’s uh, they’re sock rabbits. They are completely different—Okay! Okay! Okay! I didn’t make it!” she leapt up from the edge of the coffee table and wrung her hands together, looking down at him with regret. “I’m sorry! I totally forgot about tonight and the fact that we’re supposed to make the presents!”

His brows flew up and he held back a grin. “’Lide, it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not okay, it’s not” she pressed, “I mean you were just—you were so incredible. You went through all this time and effort to make this tape for me!”

He tried to cut in and explain that, no, he really didn’t. But she kept going.

“I’m gonna make this up to you. I will.” She told him, determined. Then she glanced around their apartment and looked back at him with a sly grin. “I am going to cook anything you want in here,” she pointed at the kitchen. “And I am going to do anything you want in there!” she jerked her head towards their bedroom, resting her hands on her hips with a satisfied nod.

Lorcan’s mind went a bit fuzzy at that promise. He suppressed a smirk and grunted, “Well, I did put a lot of thought in the tape.”

Elide grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward their room and locking the door.

***

Lorcan sat up against the headboard casually running his fingers through Elide’s hair as she sprawled across his bare chest.

“You know, your birthday is in a month and a half,” she said coyly, blissfully grinning up at him. “What do you say I forget to get you a present for that too?”

His hand moved to cup her chin, pulling her head up so she could reach his lips. “You are completely, one-hundred percent, forgiven,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in her hair again to keep her close.

When she pulled back, Elide pressed a hand to his chest and asked, “Do you remember that jacket that you love so much, that you thought was too expensive?”

His grin faltered. She really didn’t need to do that. “You have done enough.” he insisted, hoping they could move past this present thing without her realizing he’d bullshitted his way through it.

But Elide shook her head and told him, “I gonna wake up early and go get it for you!”

“No, you don’t—” He stopped protesting as determination bloomed across her face. Shit. might as well lean into it. “Get it in black, not brown.”

She scoffed, “As if you would wear brown.”

They were interrupted by the oven timer dinging.

“Oh, your cake is ready!” She sprung out of bed and walked out the door before she could see Lorcan flop back down on the bed and run his hands over his face. Karma was gonna kick him in the ass at some point…but until then, he’d enjoy some cake.

Following her to the kitchen, snagged her around the waist and pulled her back against him. “It’s like that old saying,” he joked. “have some sex, eat some cake.”

Snorting, Elide made to turn around in his arms when the front door opened and a man with long, dark hair confidently strode in and made a beeline for the fridge.

Lorcan and Elide were frozen in shock at the stranger who was suddenly in their apartment. He looked like Fenrys, except for the hair coloring, but was without a doubt, not.

“Hey El!, Hey Lor!,” He greeted casually, opening the fridge door. “Just getting a soda.”

Lorcan stepped forward, crossing his imposing arms over his chest and wearing a baffled scowl, he demanded, “Who the fuck are you?”

The stranger grinned. “I’m Fenrys. How’re you doin’?”

Before Elide could call him out, the front door burst open again as the real Fenrys stormed in, wearing an almost identical outfit. “No! No! No! No! No!” he berated his look-a-like. “How you doin’? Its ‘How you doin’—damnit Connall! Go wait in the hall!”

The stranger—Connall—walked out of the apartment, still holding the can of soda he grabbed from the fridge.

Fenrys looked back at an incredulous Lorcan and Elide, “Look, I gotta apologize on behalf of Connall—”

Elide pushed forward with her hands on her hips and cocked a brow at Fenrys. “Who the hell is Connall?”

Fenrys blinked, asking casually, “Oh, did I not mention?” at Lorcan and Elide’s expressions, he explained with a grin, “Connall is a guy I hired to be my identical twin for a medical research project.”

“I—” Elide had no words as she shared a look with Lorcan.

“You know, sometimes the good ideas are just right in front of you, aren’t they?” He mocked, the words dripping with sarcasm.

Fenrys leveled them a look. “Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but I think it might work. The only problem is,” he paused and glanced at the door as if he could tell if Conall was listening or not. “Connall’s acting is not great.”

Elide chocked out a laugh. “The only problem?”

“Yeah,” the blond nodded. “he’s the reason I didn’t get that big Erilea Ale commercial a couple of years ago remember? We were supposed to be brothers, but he messed it up.”

Just then, Connall opened the door and stuck his head in, “Hey, uh can I get a little piece of that cake?”

Fenrys whorled on him, hollering, “Pizza! We like Pizza! Get out.”

***

It was midday when Aelin and Lysandra got back to their apartment.

“Pat Sajek?” Lysandra asked, pulling off her coat, referencing the Wheel of Fortune host.

“Yep!” Aelin confirmed with certainty.

“Howie Mendel?”

Scoffing, Aelin told her, “Oh, of course!”

Lysandra laughed, “Bob Barker?”

“Definitely! Lysandra,” She huffed another laugh, “you will not find a single game show host, whose ass I cannot kick.”

They abruptly halted as they turned towards their living room, spotting tufts of silver hair sticking up from behind a chair. The ladies shared a disbelieving glance before silently agreeing to put an end to Rowan and Aedion’s ridiculous game.

Not a minute later, they’d surprised Rowan and pinned him face down on their carpet. Lysandra sat on his back, one hand pulling his right arm backward and the other holding his head into the carpet. Aelin was straddling the back of his thighs, holding each leg in her grip so he couldn’t move.

“Say it!” Aelin urged.

“Say we have Unagi,” the brunette clarified.

He tried twisting out of their grip. If Aelin had to guess, she’d say he wasn’t giving it his all. “It's not something you are! It’s something you have!” His voice was muffled by the floor.

Aelin pulled his legs tighter, fighting a smirk, and he groaned. “Say it!”

“Y’know what?” He grumbled, “I could easily get out of this, but there is a chance you can get very, very hurt!”

Aelin thought he might be right, but she was having too much fun so she pulled his legs again, laughing with Lysandra as Rowan let out another frustrated groan.

***

Fenrys managed to convince Connall to come with him to the research center. They sat in the waiting room, watching as a pair of real identical twins left the office.

“Alright Connall,” Fenrys asked testily, “We’re next. What is this not gonna be?”

Sighing tiredly, Connall answered, “Another Erilea Ale fiasco.”

“That’s right.” Fenrys nodded, sitting back in his chair. “And what are you not gonna do?”

“Well, I’m not gonna talk because—”

“Damnit Connall!” Fenrys hissed, silencing him with another grunt when Connall tried to talk again.

The doctor walked out into the waiting room and grabbed the forms Fenrys and Connall filled out. “Fenrys and Connall Moonbeam.” He called.

Fenrys stood up with a confident grin, followed by Connall. “That’s us.”

The doctor furrowed his brows and glanced between the two men speculatively. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “But uh, this is a study for identical twins.”

“That’s right,” Fenrys agreed smugly. “Two thousand dollars.”

A beat of silence. “But, you’re not identical twins.”

Fenrys’ grin wavered as he tried to think of an explanation. He couldn’t. Spinning on his not-so-identical twin, he scolded, “Damnit Connall!"

***

That night, Lorcan strode into his apartment to find all the lights off and candles set up in every corner of the living room. Elide was setting dinner plates down at the table, and all Lorcan could think was this has gone way too fucking far. “Gods,” he muttered, looking around.

Looking up, she flashed him a wide smile and met him in the entryway, rising to her toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

“You have done enough, okay?” he told her vehemently. “You have to stop this now.”

Rolling her eyes, she walked towards the music player she’d found to play the tape. “I will. But not tonight. For dinner music, I thought we could listen to that tape you made me.”

He forced a laugh, “Oh, the mixed tape.”

Elide set it up and missed the way he looked panicked around the room. The first notes of piano filtered through the room and she spun towards him with loving eyes. “‘The Way You Look Tonight’ is on here!” She moved towards him and held her arms out, looking hopeful. “Dance with me?”

Hesitating for a second, he obeyed and took her in his arms to slowly sway her around the room. The music kept playing as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he folded his around her waist.

“I will feel a glow, just thinking of you and the way…you look…tonight…”

Elide kissed his cheek and pulled back, telling him, “Underneath it all, you really are the sweetest.”

He huffed a laugh, pulling her into a proper kiss.

A nasally female voice cut in from the recording. “I love the way you look every night, Lorcan.” Elide pulled back, listening in shock. “That’s why I made you this tape! Happy Birthday! Love Essar!”

Lorcan was frozen as Elide stepped out of his arms, her expression growing more irate by the second.

Still looking like she could kill him, Lorcan somehow convinced her to sit down as he tried to explain, “El, babe, I am so sorry,”

She scoffed, crossing her arms and not looking at him. “Uh huh, sure.”

He floundered. For fucks sake, Elide was the only person who could make him get so flustered. “And, uh,” he got an idea. “I will cook anything you want in here,” he pointed towards the kitchen, repeating her own words back to her. “And do anything in there!” A nod toward the bedroom.

Elide met his eyes and raised a brow at his audacity. She pointed towards the kitchen, “Yeah you will.” And towards the bedroom, “And, yeah you fucking will.”

“Come on ‘Lide,” he tried, sitting down on the coffee table in front of her, trying his best to show her how apologetic he was.

She closed her eyes and loosed a slow breath. “Okay, okay,” she muttered, standing up as he pulled her into a hug.

Their moment of forgiveness was broken as Essar’s voice once again replaced the music. “My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine! You make me high over my heart!”

Elide pushed away and walked towards the bedroom.

Risking her wrath, Lorcan asked hesitantly, “So, are we going in there?”

She swung around with a furious smirk. “I am.” then she continued into the room, slamming the door behind her.

Lorcan collapsed back onto the sofa, or he should say, his bed for the night, to the agonizing sound of Essar’s laugh ringing off the recording.

***

Rowan was walking with Aedion on their way to the coffee shop as he explained what happened when he went to Aelin and Lysandra’s apartment.

Raising a brow, Aedion snorted. “Are you telling me that my cousin and girlfriend managed to pin your massive, buff ass to the floor?”

Rolling his eyes, Rowan retorted. “They surprised me. I could’ve gotten out of their hold if I tried.”

Aedion’s laugh cut off as swatted at Rowan’s chest to get him to stop. Jerking his head, he told Rowan, “Here’s your chance.”

Rowan looked toward where Aedion gestured. They spotted two women, a blonde and brunette, less than a block away.

Not sure if he really wanted to keep this going, Rowan started to shake his head, but Aedion was watching the women and muttered, “Ha. Nowhere to run.”

He pulled a reluctant Rowan with him as they tried sneaking up on Aelin and Lysandra.

Except…

Aelin and Lysandra were sitting in Cadre Coffee near the window, glaring at the people who’d taken their usual seats on the couch.

“Ugh,” Aelin groaned, shifting in her uncomfortable chair again. “I don’t like sitting up here! I’m just gonna over—” She started to get up but Lysandra pulled her back, laughing.

“No, Ael, they got there first,” she smirked at her friend’s irritation

Lysandra reached for her coffee mug as a thud sounded from the window beside them. Aedion and Rowan had pressed themselves against it as they stared determinedly down the block. Before either woman could get their attention, the guys jogged off toward a pair of women standing by a newsstand.

“What the hell?” Aelin hissed. “Why are they doing that?”

She could hear Aedion’s voice screaming, “DANGER!” a second later.

“Oh my gods, why are they jumping on those women?” Lysandra hissed, horrified.

They were both halfway out of their seats when Aelin said, “We should help them.”

“Oh, wait,” Lysandra grabbed Aelin’s arm as they watched through the window as the women reacted without hesitation. “Well, I don’t think they need any help.”

They slowly sat back down as Rowan and Aedion hurtled up the street, stopping only to make a doubletake as they spotted Aelin and Lysandra inside the coffee shop, smirking.

*****

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The Moon Spirit - three

Dorian x reader, Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

Description: When you’re taught to be a queen from such a young age, nothing could go wrong. But when the king starts to fear your growing power you find yourself thrust into a world of faeries, evil magic and powerful men, learning to stand on your own can be harder than it seems.

warnings: Fenrys being cute, badass reader but like a shit ton of angst, allusions to sexual assualt (Fenrys canon stuff), mentions of weapons? idk if that counts

word count: 4.4k

a/n: so this took a while but it’s finally done, please comment it genuienly keeps me going cause it’s super easy to get unmotivated, hope you enjoy <3

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After he left you, Fenrys begrudgingly found himself back at the palace, bowed on one knee in front of Maeve. She looked cruelly beautiful as always but there was something more sinister sparkling in her eyes today, remaining quiet as he stood back to his full height, meeting her gaze with wavering confidence.

“Who have you been with?” she finally broke the silence and he cursed himself for thinking he could ever get away with that.

“I just walked a young girl home, she was new, and I was afraid someone may take advantage of her if she was alone,” he spoke truthfully, allowing Maeve to push into his mind as she searched for a hidden lie.

He watched as she drew in a sharp breath, something like fear flickering across her face before her tightly drawn lips spread into a wide smile.

“Come here,” she commanded, and he went to stand in front of her, close enough to smell her sickening perfume and to see the flawless texture of her skin. “Do you love this girl?”

He shook his head, no, and she ran a hand down his face in a motherlike way. “Good, you will be recruiting her.” His eyes widened and he had to put his energy into not flinching away.

“What?” he spoke with an incredulous tone and Maeve glared at his lack of respect making him bow his head. “Sorry your majesty, I’m just slightly confused. She was just a young girl and didn’t seem to have any former training.”

“And that’s why I’m in charge, you men are too foolish. That was a powerful girl, and I would rather she remained on my side than any other.” He frowned, powerful? She had seemed kind, lost and strong enough to hold her own – but not powerful.

“I need you to see her again, convince her to join.” Fenrys physically felt the command go through him and he stood taller again, nodding gruffly as she waved her hand in dismissal.

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Your first few days of work had been harder than expected, and you had gone home with aching muscles from lifting books and sore cheeks from plastering on smiles. Albert had made your days easier, drinking hot tea with you as you slowly revealed more and more about your past to him, his kind, old eyes lulling you into a comforting state.

But you didn’t receive rest when you got home. Ploughing through books on spirits and practicing using the limited magic you had found until the early hours of the morning, getting barely two hours of sleep a night unplagued by nightmares. By your fifth day Albert had handed you a pot of cosmetic product to hide the circles forming, commenting on scaring the customers away as you stuck your tongue out at him but smearing some on regardless.

On the second Saturday after your arrival you had a day off and used it to venture into the market, your empty shelves no longer sustaining you, let alone Amaris. Your basket soon filled with colourful fruits and vegetables, and you were browsing the fish section when a shadow fell over you.

“Let me take that for you,” you turned to see Fenrys standing over you with that same easy smile, his head tilted slightly. You rolled your eyes, trying to block out the feelings expanding in your chest at just the sight of him.

“And here I thought I had lost you,” you muttered, and he laughed, taking your basket from you, and paying for the wrapped salmon you had just been passed. “You don’t need to do stuff like that,” you told him, and he took your arm as he led you out of the market.

“Can’t help myself, I see a pretty girl in need and boom, I have to help.” He joked and you laughed lightly.

“Oh yeah, the damsel in distress disease, I’ve heard that’s a nasty one to cure,” he smiled down at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Not really, all I need is a kiss,” he tugged you closer and you squealed, shoving him away as he laughed.

“As I said, nasty.” He dramatically put a hand to his heart, throwing his head back in distress.

“You wound me darling,” he complained, and you laughed, hating how much you genuinely enjoyed his company. You reached your apartment in no time, and he stood at the bottom of the steps leading up to your door.

“So no invitation of tea, a glass of wine, a home cooked meal?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes,

“I’m afraid I reserve that for people I like,” he raised his eyebrows, hopping up the steps two at a time.

“Even if I have genuine cause to talk to you?” he asked and the sincerity in his eyes made a shot of fear run through you. He couldn’t know, could he?

“What is it?” you asked, and he smiled softly, a little pain shining through his loving eyes.

“The queen has a proposition to make.” His voice quietened and you straightened your posture, your entire demeanour switching in a second.

“Come in.” you opened the door and stepped in, allowing him to duck as he followed.

The first thing he noticed was how barren your apartment was, a simple kitchen, connected to a room with a pale blue sofa and worn coffee table. Your shelves were bare, and he sneaked a look into your room as he passed the open door, your mattress on the floor covered by only a thin blanket and a few cushions, one incredibly expensive looking gold dress on the floor, stained dark red. But before he could venture further in he heard you cooing in an impossibly soft voice.

He turned the corner and blanched at the sight he saw, “What the?”

You turned from were you were feeding small bits of salmon to a pure white bundle of fluff that hissed as soon as it saw him. “Amaris, be polite!” you scalded, and he surveyed the cat with a wary look, untrusting of the small creature.

“You have a cat.” He stated, suddenly completely unsure of his taste in women.

“No he’s actually a spider,” you deadpanned and Fenrys pouted.

“But I thought you’d be a dog person,” he complained, and you laughed, moving to throw open the curtains in the room before you started putting away the food you had bought, boiling a pot of water over your stove.

“I just like animals, why does it matter?” you asked, and he threw his arms up before transforming into his wolf form. You gasped and Amaris meowed loudly, scampering to hide behind your legs.

“You’re a wolf.” You stated and he turned back with a smile.

“No I’m a spider,” you flipped him off as you turned to put the rest of your food away.

“I prefer you as a wolf, they’re one of my favourite animals,” you told him and he smiled, sticking his tongue out childishly at Amaris who just sauntered of to doze on a pillow.

“So, what does the queen want?” you asked, pouring the hot water into a pot you had prepared, and he sat down on your worn-down sofa, cringing as it creaked under his weight. You followed suit soon after putting the pot and two mugs down, curling your feet underneath yourself as you looked at him.

“Well, she has told me that you’re actually extremely powerful and because of this she wants to recruit you. She wants you to join the Cadre.” He spoke surely and confidently but his eyes shone with wariness.

“Okay first of all, I’m not at all powerful, secondly how would she even know if I was, which I’m not! And third, what is The Cadre?” he laughed slightly and moved forward to pour himself a cup of tea.

“Well you clearly are because she recognised you and always knows these things, trust me. She’s never wrong about this. And The Cadre is a group I’m in, elite soldiers sworn to protect Maeve.” He explained and you shook your head.

“Fenrys I barely know basic self-defence, I’m not a soldier. And I don’t want to be sworn to royalty.” Your hands were shaking slightly at the thought of being sworn to another tyrant, “Plus in all honesty I only found out I was Fae on Monday, so I’m not exactly well versed in this shit.”

“How did you not know before?” he asked – frowning.

“The country I… come from, there was no magic. The king wiped all magic out years ago.”

“Why?” It was an understandable question but still made you panic, he couldn’t know.

“I don’t know, all I know is he did, so those alike me – with magic but born into a magicless world – never got to know.” You were good at concealing emotions, that much Fenrys could see. You seemed to have iron walls built into the clouds around your heart, protecting it as fiercely as you would Amaris.

“Well, Maeve wants to meet with you soon, so let me know when you decide gorgeous,” he stood, and you smiled at him gratefully for not prying further.

“I’m really sorry Fenrys I just don’t think it’s a good idea. As I said I’m not a soldier.” He nodded but his eyes still conveyed a sense of worry.

“Well keep in mind you would get to train with me, probably shirtless.” He joked as you opened the door for him, grinning when you laughed loudly, shoving him through the door.

“Bye Fenrys,” you said, eyes sparkling as he waved, whistling his way down the street comically.

You closed the door as your smile fell, a weight settling on your chest as you already knew why he looked so wary – Kings and Queens didn’t understand the word no.

--

You practically ran to the library the next day, opting to bring Amaris with you as he peeked out of the small handbag you had found stuffed into the back of your closet. When you flew into the library you instantly sought out Albert, who took one look at your flushed, shining appearance and abandoned the pile of books he was putting away, motioning for you to sit down.

You sat quickly, huffing out a breath as Amaris crawled out of his makeshift home and started exploring the new territory of the small backroom reserved for staff only.

“What bothers you child?” Albert’s voice was steady as always and his dry, warm hands grasped yours gently as your eyes filled with unshed tears.

“I just – I needed to talk to someone,” you stuttered out, your breath coming in harsher pants as he shushed you.

“Take a minute and allow yourself to breathe first dear,” he commanded, and you pressed a hand to your heart as you tried to slow its pounding. “Start from the beginning, tell me what’s wrong.”

“The man I loved, his- his name was Dorian, Dorian Havilliard.” You said quietly and Albert let out a small chuckle.

“I presumed as much, I visited Adarlan once, and an old man never forgets the face of a princess.” You looked at him through blurry eyes, confused.

“You knew?” he smiled sadly at you.

“I was 90% certain, but I would never have pressured you to reveal secrets like that.” He passed you a tissue, “But I sense that’s not all that weighs heavy on you?”

You shook your head, “Queen Maeve has made clear that she wishes me to join the Cadre.”

Albert’s face changed with the clear shock, and you bowed your head, shamefully.

“And what did you say?” he asked slowly.

“No, of course! I don’t have any desire to be another monarch’s puppet.” You stated and he shushed you again.

“You need to remember that people always listen.” He scolded, repeating one of the first things he had told you when you started working. “I agree that you should be cautious, but perhaps gaining the queens protection would be beneficial. Plus you would become an extremely skilled swordsman.”

“I am not a man, nor do I wish to be.” You said through gritted teeth, “And I vowed that I would become skilled on my own and go back to Dorian.”

“Yes but if you join, you will be more skilled than ever before,” Albert reasoned and you shook your head, tears welling up again.

“I thought you’d be on my side for this, you are the one who told me to be careful around powerful people.” You felt unjustly betrayed as he spoke and his shoulders slumped slightly, sighing before grasping your hands lightly again.

“I am dear, and I urge you to do what you think is best. But I am simply reminding you that if you truly want to beat this king you are being offered power on a silver platter right now, and perhaps it would be foolish to deny yourself it.” You let his words run around your head as you worked overtime trying to figure out a plan.

“Say I joined – what do I need to do to ensure I don’t become another puppet?” you asked, and he smiled at you.

“First of all, she will offer a blood oath and you must refuse it with everything you have in you – she came to you remember you hold the power. On that note you must summon all those queenly powers of yours and ensure when you speak to her, she is meeting you and she is trying to win you over. Never the other way around.” You nodded, pocketing the information in your head. “When in the palace you are always being watched, always being listened to, so keep your wits about you. But I’m sure you’re used to that by now.”

You laughed under your breath, “It’ll be just like going home,” you commented, and he smiled.

“Sadly yes, now take this money. Go but a new dress and tomorrow you will take a carriage, you can’t walk there.” You thanked him softly, placing the gold in the purse you held, “You’re a kind girl, that is what makes you strong and that’s what will make you a good queen. Don’t let them take your heart.”

Your throat tightened and you nodded due to the lack of trust you held for your voice, standing, and collecting your bag in one hand and Amaris in the other. Albert stood to take you to the door with a smile, and a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“You can have tomorrow off work as well, however I feel our work together is already coming to an end.” You smiled softly, allowing him to pet Amaris’ head softly before he kissed your cheek gently, ushering you out the door.

“Have a good night Albert,” you said, turning to see him watching you with sorrowful eyes.

“Remember what I told you dear, don’t let them take your heart.” Your smile was sad as you spoke,

“I won’t.” You both heard the lie but, neither of you decided to correct it. Not tonight.

--

Of all the things Fenrys expected to see the next morning, you were the one he hoped for. But as he looked around at the powerful men surrounding the room he felt white-hot panic seize him as he realised what you were about to do. You hadn’t even looked at him when you walked in, keeping your eyes trained solely on Maeve, not even dropping them as you dropped in a low curtsy.

He was even more shocked by the blood red dress you adorned, the v-neck deep and skirts long with a slit up either leg, high enough to reveal the halter you wore with a silver dagger and a ruby encrusted hilt secured into place. Every man, woman and mouse watched as you walked through the room – head high and shoulders back, revealing enough to entrance everyone in the room but covering enough to keep them wanting more and he felt his anger grow as he watched you.

You waited with a soft, but condescending, smile on your face, allowing Maeve to regrasp some power by speaking first – every movement so calculated and precise. As he watched you he saw the power and understood the fear and lust building in the room.

“So I guess you heard my offer.” Maeve finally said, drawling low with relaxed posture.

“I did.” Your statement was short, to the point but you saw it grate Maeve’s nerves and smiled as sweet as spun sugar, “Your majesty.”

“And?” he watched as Maeve grew more agitated and was surprised she hadn’t killed you yet, usually not standing for even an ounce of insubordination.

“I am willing to accept on one condition – I’m not taking a blood oath.” He had to fight jumping in the air with glee as you spoke, so afraid you were going to get tangled in the mess he was in. Maeve’s face grew dark, but you held your ground, never letting your eyes stray lest she see your weakness.

“Well that’s simply not viable,” she stated, glaring you into the ground but you just smiled again, nodding with a polite laugh.

“I see, well this was a lovely meeting, gentlemen.” You raised your hand politely as you moved to leave, your eyes finally flittering over him and the rest of the cadre. You bowed once again to Maeve, making to leave when Maeve raised her hand.

“We are not finished.” She stated.

“Well I’m terribly sorry your majesty but I’ve made my terms extremely clear, and since you refuse to budge - I believe we are done.” Your voice was still sweet, but he watched your face change slightly, every bit a queen looking down upon her people. He couldn’t help but wonder were you learned to speak this way, but Maeve simply laughed.

“Yet here you are,” she spoke with a mocking tone, and you smiled with your teeth this time.

“Need I remind you that you sought me out, if I have terms it should be in your best interest to meet them if you wish me to join your miniature army.” Fenrys heard Lorcan snarl lowly next to him but gripped his arm in warning.

“Oh your training is impressive princess, but I’m afraid it will be of no use.” Your face didn’t budge as Maeve spoke, but Fenrys watched as something flickered through your eyes, “You see, I learn of misdemeanours in other courts very easily and I wish to show you what I learned of Adarlan.”

“There’s nothing you could show me that I won’t have seen before,” you said, and he watched the two of you laugh like you were mingling at a party instead of standing of in a court.

“Oh I’m afraid this is relatively new, you might reconsider your terms after this,” you stood straight as Maeve walked down the steps and moved to whisper something the rest of them couldn’t hear in your ear, her hand pressed lightly to the base of your neck.

She pulled away after a few minutes and he took in your now shaking hands, eyes filled with tears you clearly refused to let fall. You took in a steadying breath before speaking, “You’re lying.”

“Oh I wish I was princess, but I can only show the truth and it appears your prince had moved on rather quickly, what use is there going back to a country where you can no longer rule.” She stroked your hair condescendingly and you chewed the inside of your lip as it quivered. “But here, here – under my control – you have power of your own. Men will no longer hold onto you like a prized pony, you will become something they fear, you will be my perfect princess, the daughter I never got to have.”

Fenrys inhaled sharply, he knew Maeve never planned to relent the throne, especially not to a woman from another country. She looked at you like you were a doll, something for her to reshape and change. You must have seen it to, but through your blurry eyes everything had changed.

“Okay,” your voice was smaller than before, and he wanted to tear Maeve limb from limb for having broken you down so harshly with just a few words. She smiled cruelly at you as she cut a small line along her forearm and you bowed your head in pain, before falling to your knees – graceful even as pain consumed your entire being. You brought your lips to her wound and drank as she repeated the words that he remembered all too well.

When you rose your lips were sparkling red, and your eyes were glistening with tears still unshed – but you raised your head like a queen and Maeve smiled.

“I believe you have already met Fenrys, he will be training you as the training you have received is not proficient, I’ll have all your belongings brought to a room here.” Maeve waved her hand to some guards, but you stopped her.

“I only need Amaris brought here; the rest can burn.” You muttered.

“And for your new wardrobe?” She asked and you smiled looking down, wiping your mouth slowly.

“Make it red.” You finally met Fenrys eyes, and he stepped forward, desperate to drag you far, far away.

“Shall I escort her to her new room?” he asked Maeve and she flitted her eyes to him, then to the hand he had pressed to your back.

“Yes and then afterword’s come find me,” she smiled cruelly at him, and he felt you stiffen under his hand, but he just nodded and began to lead you out of the room.

He led you through the corridors and up the stairs in silence, angry at you for accepting and at himself for not putting up more of a fight. When he reached the room he presumed would be yours he opened the door for you, following you in as you sat on the bed, your usual lightness replaced by the weight on your shoulders.

He watched you bow your head and came to sit beside you, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise; this was my choice.” You said and he reached an arm around your shoulders, but you quickly shrugged him off.

“I shouldn’t, we shouldn’t, if you and the queen are…” you trailed off and Fenrys bowed his head in shame.

“It’s not like that, she, she makes me,” he muttered, and you inhaled sharply, turning to him with those watery eyes.

“I had no idea, I’m sorry,” you whispered, instantly looping your arms around him neck and holding him tight. “She’s a monster.”

Fenrys huffed a laugh, pulling away, “You’re telling me.”

He reached a hand for your face slowly, wiping under your eyes where a tear had escaped, “how did she change your mind?” he asked, dark eyes searching your face for clues as your bottom lip quivered in pain.

“She showed me home,” was all you said, and his shoulders dropped. He would leave it for now, you were young and clearly not ready to speak – and now, they had all the time in the world to speak.

“Sleep tight, training starts at seven tomorrow,” he stood and kissed your head lightly and you nodded, words getting caught in your throat. He left quietly, walking away as quickly as he could to avoid hearing the soft sobs that erupted as soon as he closed the door.

--

You could barely contain your tears until you got to your room, repeating rule thirteen over and over in your head, crying in public is only appropriate at funerals and weddings. But as soon as Fenrys left your room you sobbed into your hands, wailing, and crying like a child throwing a tantrum as you let out the emotions, the screams that have been locked inside of you for so long.

You had done everything for Dorian, changed every part of yourself and become the perfect princess, girlfriend, fiancé – and he, mere weeks after you had to run, was already moving onto a new girl.

As hard as you tried you couldn’t get rid of the image of him and the blonde girl out of your head. How he kissed her softly, his hand on her lower back where it always used to rest on yours. The smile when he pulled away, the way he laughed with her, the way Chaol smiled at his brother when he was happy. You had been forgotten, replaced, almost instantly, the warmth you used to feel when you thought of home, of your princes’ arms replaced by a tight chest and a cold feeling encompassing your heart.

“I’m sorry Albert,” you whispered into the air as you stood looking out on your balcony, gripping tightly to the rail as you feared your legs would give out, “She already took it.”

You were interrupted by a quiet knock on your door, wiping your eyes as you opened it – taking Amaris from the tall guards’ hands as a flurry of women pushed in, filling your drawers with clothes and cosmetics, candles and hair pins, books and plants, a million supplies for Amaris and then some. You smiled politely at them as they left without saying a word, in and out extremely quickly as you stared at a knot in the floor.

Another knock sounded soon after and you turned your head to see one of the Cadre staring in with piercing green eyes. You motioned for him to come in and stood, tilting your head up to meet his gaze as he took in your messy, tear-stained expression.

“You’re the first female member of the Cadre, ever.” He stated and you blinked slowly.

“Lucky me,” your tone was sarcastic, voice rough from the crying but the man smiled.

“I’m Rowan, it’s good to meet you.” He reached out a hand and you met it, allowing him to kiss the back gently.

“(Y/n)” you returned, with a slight curtsey.

“I look forward to fighting with you (y/n),” he stated, releasing your hand and turning to leave, stopping right before he reached the door, “Oh, and don’t lose that dagger, you’ll find a shocking number of men dislike powerful women.”

“First I’m hearing of this,” you deadpanned, and he chuckled.

“Goodluck kid.”

[abruisedmuse]

Throne of Glass for the ask game

The first character I first fell in love with: Aedion. Aedion forever and always ❤️

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Nesryn. I wasn't sure how to feel about her for awhile but now I love her to pieces. 

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Sam. Don't get me wrong I liked him and yes his story is tragic and cry over him with every reread but if I had to choose any character from that series that everyone loves and I'm not that big on, it'd be him.

The character I love that everyone else hates: Aedion. (I know I have some moots who love him how I do but majority of the Fandom seem to not share my opinion.) Also Chaol.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: I don't think I have one. This is one of those series I love the entire cast.

The character I would totally smooch: Aedion, Dorian, Lysandra, Manon, Fenrys, Rowan, Aelin, Lorcan, Elide, Gavriel, Sartaq, Chaol, Nesryn, Yrene....you get the point yes? Most of the cast

The character I’d want to be like: Elide. Badass enough to be apart of the Cadre but doesn't have the pressure of having magical powers. Also hot mate who everyone is terrified of. Added bonus.

The character I’d slap: Arobynn (more like rip his throat out but hey)

A pairing that I Love: Rowaelin. I love all the other ships. Ridiculously so but Rowaelin is just...I want what they have.

A pairing that I despise: Dorian x Aelin, they are incredible friends and that's all I want for them.

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The Cadre {20}

A Throne of Glass, 1920s Period AU.

Summary: Orynth became Aelin Galathynius’s kingdom the moment the Prohibition began. She sang every night, the voice of the city’s underground world, her cousin selling the liquor that was banned by the authorities. She was living the dream, young and free, until the Cadre, until Rowan Whitethorn, came into her life.

Since Rowan Whitethorn returned from war, everything had changed. His aunt wants to take his crown, old enemies have returned as business partners, and he can’t sleep without feeling as if he’ll be suffocated by the memories of war. Little did he know that when he came back home he would be leaving one battlefield and entering another.

All characters belong to SJM. I am no more than a fan with a plot.

**Warning: mature content - language, alcohol use, drug use, sex, murders and shit.

A/N: The end...

 I’ll be starting  In the Bleak Midwinter {The Cadre, Part 2} If I’ve tagged you in this, I’ll tag you in that, too! x

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“In the bleak mid-winter

Frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak mid-winter

Long ago.”

They sang the words around the fire, and Rowan couldn’t help but laugh. The longer the night went on, every time Lorcan started the carol again, his words slurred more and more. The man was tone-deaf enough as it was, and the alcohol certainly didn’t help.

But it sure as hell kept them warm.

Winter had come, and as they sat in the war camp, there were only so many ways to stay warm and occupied as they waited for the next attack. Alcohol, fire, and laughter. The three ways to stay warm and keep sane during the war. 

He looked around the fire, at his men, covered in dust and dirt and scrapes and bruises, but they were all in one piece. Gavriel, Lorcan, Vaughan, Fenrys, and Connall. Sitting around the fire as the snow began to fall from the dark heavens, drinking and singing and laughing.

Together.

~~~~~

They walked down by the docks, Rowan at the head, Rhoe Galathynius to his left, Gavriel to his right.

Always his right hand man. 

It was vacant, no one in sight.

The cops that worked for Rowan had been paid to keep away, and to make sure their fellow officers did, too. They’d all met at the office that morning to run over their plan, one last time. Rhoe had kept true to his word, bringing Aedion, Chaol, Dorian, and Ren with him. 

When they made it to the warehouse that Arobynn occupied, he and his men were already standing outside, waiting.

Rowan was exhausted and sore, but he tried not to let it show. He didn’t wear his sling, and the extra pressure and movement of his shoulder sent pain shooting down his arm. He had laid awake, all night, Aelin in his arms as he thought about the war, begrudgingly, dwelling in the memories he tried so hard to leave overseas. 

It was a war they shouldn’t have come back from, but did. They made it back home to Orynth, where their shot at a second life awaited. 

Arobynn’s grin spread as they approached, and stopped, a good distance away. For a moment, nothing could be heard except for the water lapping up against the wooden docks. As Rowan had expected, Arobynn had brought all of his men, his Assassins, and there were twenty of them, as opposed to their eleven. 

Or, twelve, Rowan supposed. 

“Couldn’t find your aunt?” Arobynn asked at last. “Shame. I had high hopes for you and our...deal.”

Rowan nodded, slowly, as he admired the landscape around them. When he looked back to Arobynn, he cocked his head. “I looked everywhere, asked around, sent word to everyone I knew that had relations with Maeve. The only place I didn’t look, however, was in your bed. But, I assumed that would be intrusive.” 

Arobynn’s smile faltered, only for a second. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Rowan couldn’t help the little amused grin that tugged on his mouth. 

“One of my men was in the city this week, at the hospital with his girl...she’s pregnant, you see, you really should congratulate him,” Rowan said, and Arobynn’s eyes narrowed. “While they were there, he saw a familiar figure hurrying out the door, hat pulled down over her face, scurrying to a car being driven by one of your men.” 

He nodded to one of the men in the back of Arobynn’s pack, but Arobynn’s narrowed eyes didn’t leave Rowan’s. 

“It seems we owe you a congratulations, too,” Rowan continued. “I’ve concluded that you have been hiding Maeve away because she’s pregnant with your child, and you sent me on a mission that you knew I would fail at because you want me dead, so you can have my city. Meanwhile, you wanted Aelin Galathynius to lure Sam Cortland back from Eyllwe, but, lucky you, he came back before you could get her, only to proclaim how excited he was to take your place once your sorry ass got killed. But you had him killed, first, because he was no longer your chosen heir. Have I missed anything?” 

 “You always were smart,” Arobynn said, smiling wickedly, although it didn’t meet his eyes.

“Yes,” Rowan replied, simply. “I am. Now, being the smart young man that I am, I suggest we make a deal so we can all go home.”

Arobynn laughed, the malicious sound echoing off the warehouses around them. “Oh, no. It’s too late for all that. I have plans, you see. You’re still a child. A child cannot run a city.”

Rowan sighed, nodding slowly. Rhoe chuckled from behind him as Gavriel raised his chin. Rowan went on, “Very well. Then, if we must use guns, let’s use proper guns.”

Rowan looked up to the top of Arobynn’s warehouse, where Aelin Galathynius stood, holding a machine gun, pointed down at Arobynn and his men. She stood gallantly, without fear, like a goddess of war. Her blue eyes were lit with hatred and confidence, staring right at Arobynn.

Arobynn was fuming.

“I heard a rumor a while back that you had a set of machine guns,” Rowan crooned, loving the look on Arobynn’s face. “That was confirmed once I realized you killed Cortland. As we’ve previously discussed, it takes a certain type of gun to make such a precise shot from a distance. After that, finding them wasn’t so difficult, especially when Lorcan here got a hold of that one in the back.”

Arobynn stilled.

“That’s right,” Rowan said, shrugging. “You’ve got a traitor. And with a wave of my hand, Aelin opens fire on your men. She’s got a good shot with a pistol, imagine what damage she could do with that fucking thing. And she’ll enjoy every second of it, considering you killed her lover.” 

Arobynn’s jaw hardened, but then he was moving, grabbing his gun and lifting it to aim at Rowan’s head.

On both sides, weapons were drawn.

All but Rowan, who watched Arobynn, open hands at his sides. 

“There’s a reason this city belongs to The Cadre,” Rowan said. “And that will be the way it remains.”

Arobynn’s eyes were ablaze as he yelled, “Who is the traitor?”

When silence greeted him, he asked, once more, screaming it. “Who is the traitor?”

But that young man in the back, perhaps a year older than Rowan, was pointing his gun at the back of Arobynn’s head with a shaky hand.  

He fired.

And missed.

It missed Arobynn and crossed the dusty landscape.

Gunshots rang out from both sides as Arobynn turned around and shot the traitor down. The second he turned back to Rowan, though, was his end.

Rowan’s gun was out.

He pulled the trigger.

His bullet hit Arobynn in the middle of his forehead. 

The shooting stopped as Arobynn’s Assassins watched him fall to the ground.

Weapons were slowly lowered.

“Rowan.”

His name came from behind him, softly.

A deep voice.

Lorcan’s. 

He didn’t typically speak to Rowan so gently, so desperately, so full of fear and horror. Lorcan didn’t show emotion, not in front of others, surely not in front of the enemy. His name alone on Lorcan’s lips sent chills down Rowan’s spine.

Rowan turned, and as he did so, Rhoe said, “Go home. Battles done. Bury your leader.” 

And he went on, but Rowan didn’t hear a word more, because Connall and Fenrys were hovering over a limp body, the latter with his palm pressed against the crumpled form’s chest, trying to stop the blood streaming from his wound. 

Gavriel.

Connall looked over his shoulder and met Rowan’s gaze. “He’s still breathing.”

“Fuck,” Rowan breathed. “Carry him, come on. Lor, run ahead, get the car.”

Lorcan was off, and everything that happened next happened in a blur. The Assassins were gone, dragging Arobynn’s lifeless body away. Rowan and his men, and Rhoe’s men, were trailing after Fenrys and Connall as they carried Gavriel between the two of them. 

Aedion’s face was pale.

Rowan helped lay Gavriel in the backseat, and he hit the seats with a groan, a shaky hand clutching his chest. 

“Ride with him, take off your jacket, press it against the wound,” Rowan ordered. Fenrys nodded and did as he was told.

Connall and Vaughan loaded themselves inside then they were off, Lorcan driving as quickly as he could.

Rowan was left, watching them drive away through the clouds of dust. 

By the time Rowan reached the hospital, they’d removed the bullet, and he was sleeping, still unconscious. He’d lost a lot of blood. The doctor said he probably wouldn’t make it, but Rowan knew Gavriel.

He didn’t give up that easily.

He ordered the others to leave and closed himself inside of the hospital room with Gavriel. He laid, peacefully, bloodied shirts removed. He was bandaged up, his breathing slow, shallow.

Rowan sat in a rickety chair and pulled it up next to the cot. 

“You made it through the war,” Rowan began, voice low, but it seemed loud in the quiet, eerie space. “You cannot die in a bloody gang fight.”

Gavriel remained still.

“You carried me off a fucking battlefield while you were being shot at,” Rowan continued, shaking his head. “You fought through battle after battle after battle on the front fucking lines, so you better not die right here, right now. I won’t say the words, Gav, I won’t say the words, don’t make me say the fucking words!” 

With his luck, Gavriel would have to say the words to Rowan long before anyone said them to him. Gavriel was safe, cautious, wise. Rowan knew he wasn’t invincible, but he had always thought Gavriel was. He always thought Gavriel would outlast them all.

“We made it back from a war we shouldn’t have,” Rowan breathed, watching the slow rise and fall of Gavriel’s chest, covered in crimson stained bandages. “We were given a second chance at life, Gav, and it’s not over, not yet.” He shook his head as a heavy feeling sank into the pit of his stomach. He sat there for an hour, watching, waiting, but nothing happened, and perhaps nothing would. 

Rowan didn’t want to say the words. Didn’t want to confirm what the doctors thought, that Gavriel wouldn’t make it through the night. But this was a part of the life they had chosen. 

Whether they made it through one of the deadliest wars in history, or not.

So, Rowan stood, placed a hand on Gavriel’s shoulder, and said the words. “In the bleak midwinter.”

And then he left.

~~~~~

Lorcan walked into the pub, after unlocking it with his key, where Elide and Lysandra were waiting. 

Elide’s eyes widened at the blood on his shirt.

But Lorcan’s head shook, subtly. “Not mine.”

“Whose?” she breathed.

“Gavriel,” he said. 

Lysandra’s face paled.

“He’s alive, at the hospital,” Lorcan said, but Lysandra was already hurrying out the door. He slumped down in a chair and took off his hat, tossing it into the middle of the table.

“Drink?” Elide asked, quietly.

Lorcan nodded.

She walked away, and Lorcan listened to her move around. Her heels against the hardwood, the clinking of glasses and bottles. She came back with a glass of whiskey, and Lorcan quickly took it into his hand and pressed the cool rim to his lips.

“Aelin?” Elide asked.

“She’s with Rhoe,” Lorcan said, and a breath left Elide’s body. 

Elide nibbled on her bottom lip, as if she wanted to ask more questions, but didn’t. Lorcan reached across the table and took her hand. He gave her a soft, wistful smile. 

“It was a victory, that’s all that matters,” he said. “Arobynn’s dead, and I came back, so now you can marry me.”

Elide chuckled, eyes soft as she nodded. “Yes. I can. And I will.”

Lorcan brushed his thumb over the back of her hand before he brought it to his lips, her skin warm beneath his touch. 

“Gavriel will be okay,” Lorcan muttered, after a moment, more to himself than to Elide.

But Elide nodded, anyway, although she kept quiet.

They sat like that for a while, in comfortable silence, holding hands as Lorcan sipped on a glass of whiskey. 

They sat like that until nightfall came, hours having passed in the blink of an eye, the pub remaining closed, which was why it was so alarming when someone came pounding on the door.

Elide was up, quickly, hurrying to unlock it.

Fenrys swept in, still in his bloodstained shirt, his eyes wide, frantic.

Lorcan tensed.

But Fenrys didn’t have to say a word before Lorcan was on his feet.

Gavriel.

~~~~~

Lysandra had gone to the hospital to give comfort. Rowan had ordered everyone to leave, and Lorcan went to the pub to find Elide while the others made themselves distracted within and around the hospital. But Aedion remained, sitting in a chair just outside of the room, Lysandra sitting to his right.

He hadn’t said a word since they arrived, his face pale. Lysandra didn’t push him.

“I feel strange,” he said, at last, voice low.

Lysandra waited for him to continue, staring at his hands, fidgeting against one another.

“I should be upset, because he’s my dad,” he went on, shaking his head, slowly, “but I didn’t know him. At all. Then again, that makes it worse, because if he dies, I’ll never get the chance to. You know?”

Lysandra nodded, subtly. “He’s not gone yet, Aedion.”

“Yet,” he repeated, the word clipped.

Lysandra straightened. “That’s not what I meant.”

Aedion sighed, sinking into his chair. “I know. I just….we were supposed to meet at the pub later, you know? This….wasn’t part of the plan.” 

“I know,” she breathed, and was about to say something more when the door to Gavriel’s room swung open and Rowan stepped out. Without a word, he sat on the opposite side of Lysandra.

For a moment, no one moved.

No one said a word.

Then, Aedion pushed himself up and went inside of the hospital room, closing the door behind him.

“How bad is it?” Lysandra asked, once Aedion had gone.

Rowan shrugged. “Don’t know. Doesn’t look good. Doctors think he’s gone.”

“And what do you think?” Lysandra asked.

Rowan took a long moment to think about it, exhaustion weighing over him. “In the war, we used to sing this carol. Talks about the coming of the gods.” Lysandra listened intently, knowing full well Rowan didn’t have much respect for the gods. “Rebirth,” he went on, chuckling humorlessly. “Which is ridiculous, you know? You come, you're born, you die, that’s the way it is, there’s no coming back from death. And yet, we did. We should’ve died in that war, Lysandra. We should have never come back home. But we did. And on our way back, we thought about that fucking carol. And promised that when we died, when we were taken from this second chance at life that we should have never gotten, we would say the words over each other as a sign of respect, of recognition that our lives went further then they were supposed to.”

Rowan stopped talking, and Lysandra blinked. 

Rowan shook his head, slowly, eyes narrowed. “When I was in there, I said the words.”

She wanted so badly to help, to say something comforting, to make it all go away, the heartbreak, but Lysandra came up with nothing. Besides, Rowan wasn’t one to accept being comforted.

So they sat, in the silence, and waited.

~~~~~

Aedion walked into the hospital room and froze the moment the door closed behind him. There was a chair right next to the cot, but that seemed to close.

Gavriel looked younger, although gruesomely so, with his chest, bloodied and bandaged, slowly rising and falling, and his eyes closed. 

Aedion quickly looked away, to meander around the room. Gavriel’s belongings sat on a table in the corner in a big heap. His clothes, his boots, his gun. Aedion went to it, and picked up the pistol, weighing it in his hand. It was a beautiful gun, expensive, classic. He assumed it had been around a while. Perhaps Gavriel had owned it since Darragh’s leadership, when Aedion had been born.

After examining it for another moment, he went to put it back down atop Gavriel’s clothes, and froze. His jacket laid in disarray, open, stained with crimson. And there, peeking out of the inside pocket, the corner coated in blood, was the photograph Aedion had given him.

Gavriel and Aedion’s mother, Saoirse. 

With trembling fingers, Aedion set down the gun and picked up the photo. He had kept it, not only somewhere safe, but on him as he went into battle.

The blood was dried, staining the old black and white. 

They looked so young, so carefree, even though Aedion assumed their lives were nowhere near carefree. Gavriel was already pledged to Darragh, already involved in this dangerous, horrific lifestyle. And his mother, an Ashryver, the daughter of a gangster, pregnant, young, trying to keep her true love safe from being killed at the hands of her father.

And yet, none of that seemed to matter when they were together. Their eyes were bright, humored, their smiles radiant. 

This photograph was so precious that his mother had kept it locked away with her most private possessions. 

It was so precious that Gavriel had kept it, tucked away in his pocket, as he went to face off against Arobynn Hammel. 

Aedion stared, in awe, completely unaware that his eyes were blurring until he heard a rustling from behind him.

He spun around, the photograph still grasped in his fingers.

Gavriel laid where he had been, body limp, but his eyes were open, just a little bit, and he was watching his son.

Aedion stilled.

And then Gavriel chuckled, softly, and his head fell to the side against his pillow. His voice was quiet, raspy, slow, when he said, “You look so much like her.” 

Aedion laughed, because he wasn’t sure what else to do. He wiped away at the tear that had fallen down his cheek as he shook his head. “That’s what I hear.”

Gavriel’s smile widened, although his eyes fell shut once more.

Aedion was at his side, then, pouring a glass of water that he held up to Gavriel’s lips. Gavriel went to take the glass from Aedion’s hand, but the pain was too much, so he drank, slowly, before Aedion took the cup away and put it back down before sitting in the chair next to the cot.

Gavriel’s eyes were closed when he said, “Sorry I got shot. Ruins our plan for the pub, huh.”

A smile tugged on the corner of Aedion’s lips. “It’s a decent excuse.”

Gavriel huffed, and the room went quiet, only for a moment, before Gavriel said, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Aedion nodded, although Gavriel’s eyes were still shut. “I’m glad I don’t have to say goodbye after…” The words fell away from him. Aedion couldn’t convince himself to say the rest of the sentence out loud.

After just now finding you.

But Gavriel seemed to understand, because he said, “When I die, it won’t be because of the bullet from some fucking amateur traitor.”

Aedion snorted, although the words sent chills down his spine. He remembered the young man’s face. Perhaps he always would. The Assassin who betrayed Arobynn had meant to shoot his leader, but he had missed.

Hitting Gavriel instead.

Aedion was watching Gavriel when it happened, after the shot rang out. His shoulders had tensed, his hand had gone up to his chest. He had stayed on his feet for another moment before the pain took him down to his knees in the dirt.

Aedino cleared his throat as he rose from his chair. “I should let Rowan know that you’re awake, so he can tell the others.”

Gavriel nodded, barely, as much as he could. Just as Aedion neared the door, Gavriel asked, “You’ll come back, yeah?”

Aedion stilled, and looked over his shoulder to meet Gavriel’s weary gaze. He nodded. “Yeah.”

Gavriel smiled, softly. “Good.”

~~~~~

Aelin wandered around Rowan’s bedroom. He was awfully boring, it seemed, in the belongings he kept. She had hoped to gain something to pick on him for in his absence, as she awaited his return, but found nothing. Just when she was about to go see if Connall and Vaughan, who were sitting in the kitchen last time she’d been down, wanted to get a drink as they waited, heavy footsteps approached and Rowan appeared in the doorway. 

He stopped, seeing Aelin, and raised his brows. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Have you?” she crooned. “I heard the good news and came right over. Thought I’d wait for you here.”

Rowan chuckled and walked into the room, slowly, toward her. “It’s a good day when the enemy is defeated and none of your men die. Even if it’s just barely. Which, by the way, you were a badass.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, but she wouldn’t deny the victory. She felt like a badass. “I put the gun in your office and locked it up.” It’s what he’d asked, where Rhoe had taken her after the chaos of the morning. The machine guns that belonged to Arobynn Hammel now resided with The Cadre.

“You should’ve brought it back here,” Rowan mumbled, pulling her closer by the hips. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you holding that fucking thing, one more time, with maybe a little….less on.”

Aelin nudged him in the chest, but that only made his grin widen as he pressed his lips to hers. 

“Might I ask what you were doing in here while I was gone?” Rowan asked.

“Snooping,” she replied, simply.

Rowan tensed, and Aelin’s smile faded.

“Find anything interesting?” he asked, at last, and although his words were light, his shoulders remained stiff.

Aelin cocked her head. “No, but now I’m wondering what it is that you don’t want me to find.”

Rowan quickly regained his composure. “Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“I never lie.”

“That was a fucking lie,” Aelin said, stepping back.

Rowan sighed, exasperated. “I- You- There’s….”

Aelin couldn’t help but laugh, amused at the sight of Rowan Whitethorn, the leader of The Cadre, stuttering. 

His lips snapped shut as he turned away from her and went to the wardrobe in the corner. He opened it up and knelt before reaching back into the far corner.

When he stood back up and turned to face Aelin, he was holding a little velvet bag. Aelin said nothing as she watched him suspiciously while he approached.

Clearing his throat, Rowan pulled the ring out and held it up in his fingers.

“Where did you get that,” Aelin breathed. “That was-”

“Your mother’s, yeah,” Rowan said, watching Aelin as she stared wide-eyed at the ring. “Rhoe gave it to me. To give to you.”

“But it’s a wedding ring,” she said, quietly.

Rowan laughed, breathlessly. “Yeah, it is.”

“Are you saying you want to marry me?” she asked, finally meeting his eyes. “Because if you are, you have a shitty way of asking.” 

Rowan laughed, loudly within the confines of his little bedroom. “Gods, you’re a pain in the ass. Just say you’ll marry me and put on the damn ring.”

Aelin grinned. “No. Ask me properly.”

Rowan shook his head, smile remaining. He opened his mouth, then closed it, once more. He looked away from her, toward the wall, head still shaking when he said, “Alright.” He looked back to Aelin, who was waiting, humored, expectant, and he laughed, quietly, as he said, “I love you.” Her eyes softened, and he took her hands in his. “And I want nothing more than to be your husband.”

Aelin cocked her head to the side as she rested her palm gently against his cheek. “That wasn’t a question.”

Rowan rolled his eyes as he took a slow, deep breath. Then, he asked, “Will you fucking marry me, Aelin Galathynius?”

Aelin’s grin widened as she reached up on her toes and kissed him, softly. “Of course, I will.”

He slid the ring onto her finger, her mother’s ring, before picking her up and carrying her to his bed, where he dropped her down and climbed over top of her, his future wife.

And all was well.

For a while, anyway. 

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ACOTAR & TOG Fic Rec, Part 2!

You can find part 1 here! You can also find an A Court of Thorns and Roses one shots and quick reads here! And a Throne of Glass one here!

A Court of Thorns and Roses

A Jealous Beginning by StarlightIncarnate- Nesta Archeron/Cassian, 20 Chapters (42,118 words), Mature (Post ACOFAS, Illyrian Camp, Slow Burn, Angst & Jealousy)

Blood and Salt by Pragmania1- Azriel/Original Female Character, 12 Chapters (16,610 words), Explicit (Fluff and Smut, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Lovers to Friends)

Close Quarters by Lady_Therion- Nesta Archeron/Cassian, 7 Chapters, Mature (Two People, One Cabin, Whole Lot of Love-Hate Tension, Slow Burn, Romantic Fluff)

Into the Light by Rhysanoodle- Azriel/Elain Archeron, 10 Chapters (12,849 words), Explicit (Elain Has Two Mates- Lucien and Azriel, Decisions, Decisions, Decisionsssss, Fluff, Angst)

Perfectly Aligned by Rhysanoodle- Azriel/Elain Archeron, 70 Chapters (254,738 words), Explicit (Slow Burn, Like Reallyyyy Slow, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)

Star of Spring by rWolfWrites- Casrien, Heir of the Night Court/Lyssa, Heir of Spring & Aelia, Heir of Summer/Israen, the son of Cassian/Nesta, 10 Chapters (64,407 words), Explicit (Next Generation, Touch of Smut, Touch of Violence, Touch of Emotion)

This Time by thewayshedreamed- Nesta Archeron/Cassian, 9 Chapters (29,563 words), Mature (Modern AU, Friends with Benefits, Angst and Feels, Angsty with a Happy Ending)

Wings and Shadow by foxfae- Azriel/Original Female Character, 40 Chapters (84,274 words), Not Rated (Post ACOFAS, Mates, Slow Burn, Fluff and Romance and Angst) 

Throne of Glass

Ongoing! A Groovy Kind of Love by burnthisout- Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Rowan Whitethorn, 17/20 Chapters, Explicit (Modern Setting AU, New Girl Inspired, Aelin Needs A New Apartment and the Cadre Have A Spare Bedroom, Slow Burn)

But She’s Looking At You by babinforaelin- Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Rowan Whitethorn, 9 Chapters (29,406), Explicit (Modern Setting AU, Aelin is a DJ, Rowan and the Cadre Are Bartenders, Sexual Tension, Flirting)

Epiphanies From 1am by orphan_account- Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Dorian Havilliard, 13 Chapters (16,729 words), Mature (Cannon Divergence- Different Series Ending, Mates, Mutual Pining, Adarlan and Terrasen Allied Against Erawan)

Ongoing! I Don’t Want to Wait by charincharge- Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Rowan Whitethorn, 28/? Chapters, Mature (Modern Setting AU- High School, Coming of Age, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn)

The Smallest of Smiles by Idnis- Manon Blackbeak x Elide Lochan, 10 Chapters (11,110 words), Matures (After QoS, Ignores EoS, A Bit of Pining, Oblivious People, Romance)

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Immortals Chapter 3

Hello lovely people! This is chapter three of my throne of glass fanfiction, Immortals. This is a bit of a filler chapter, and I found it really hard to write as it wouldn’t flow so it’s not my best work. Next chapter will make up for it! Promise! 

You can find my masterlist with the links to previous chapters here

TW: none

Cheers of joy reached Rowan’s ears, streamers were thrown and children laughed in the streets. Music filtered through the cobbled streets, so unlike those of Doranelle, the melodies joyous and upbeat. Smiles graced everybody's faces, not an unhappy soul in sight. Rowan was wearing a finely made tunic and pants, but they were comfortable and easy to move in, not at all like the itchy, restricting clothing made by the shopkeepers in Doranelle. You would think immortality  would make better clothing.

Rowan was happy and content, a wide smile curving his lips as he overlooked the chanting crowds. 

His arm was wrapped around a lithe, warm body, pressed into his side. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, the golden-blonde strands floating on a phantom breeze. 

He took her hand, bringing it up between them and placing another kiss on the ring newly added to her finger. 

Someone clapped him on the shoulder, and he looked back to see Fenrys smiling warmly at him, 

“Congrats, Rowan. You both deserve this happiness.”

Rowan smiled at Fenrys, and looked back to the crowds, still chanting with joy.

He turned his head, and met the turquoise-and-gold eyes of Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

Long live Queen Aelin! Long live King Rowan! Long may they reign!

-x-

Rowan shot upright, his heart pounding as blood roared in his ears. He ran a hand through his hair and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his breathing uneven. He grabbed a shirt and weapons, heading for the forest that surrounded the City of Rivers. That dream had unnerved him. The new queen and… him. Engaged. Side by side. In the white walls of Orynth. No blood oath. No pain, no death, no war. And it looked… nice. Content. He’d even looked happy. 

But that wasn’t his reality. No, in reality he had a blood-oath, immortality and no memory of being truly happy. Not real, that dream wasn’t real. 

That was what Rowan was repeating, over and over in his head as he ran. Not real, as his feet thumped on the forest floor. Not real, as his Fae form streaked through the trees. Not real, as sweat started to form a sheen over his skin. Not real, not real, not real. 

Ever since Lyria died, he’d been in an endless loop of serve and protect. Maeve, his brothers, the Fae of Doranelle. But Rowan still felt discontent, as if there was something better out there, just waiting for him to find. In the deepest parts of him, he longed to be free, to see more and more of the forests and mountains that covered the world. And even deeper than that, he longed to have a home. Doranelle had never quite been his home, not really. In his and Lyria’s house, nestled in the mountains, was the only place he’d truly felt content. And even then he’d longed to leave. And he had. He’d left his pregnant mate alone. And they’d slaughtered her for it.

Just as Rowan was about to turn back toward Doranelle, the clash of swords and grunts of effort reached his ears. He looked through the trees, and his breath caught in his throat. 

Aelin Galathynius was fighting. Training, by the looks of it, with the human lord. She was dressed in a skintight black suit that looked like it hid more than a few lethal weapons.

 And she was good. Really good. And completely unmatched. She moved like a storm-blessed wind, swift and sharp and strong. The man was panting, barely still gripping his sword as he deflected attack after attack. She had barely worked up a sweat. Her hair was high up in a ponytail, the ends drifting just to her lower back, even tied up. Her hairstyle revealed her rounded ears, and Rowan stared, curious, at the way she moved. Less grace, less power than the night of the ball, not an ember to be seen. Utterly human, as much as she’d been fully fae before. And still entirely lethal. 

Gods, if this was her as a human, imagine how much of a fighter she’d be in her Fae form. She might even be able to beat him. 

Before he could take a step toward the pair, Aelin stopped and sheathed her sword, the young lord just smiling grimly at her before stumbling to where they’d stashed waterskins, nestled in the roots of a gnarled tree.

“Damn, Aelin,” the man, Ren, panted.

Aelin just smirked, not moving out of her defensive position. She was scanning the trees around the 

clearing she stood in the middle of, her piercing eyes drinking in every detail. Rowan quickly moved, on Fae-silent feet into the shadows of the nearest tree, not wanting to be seen. No matter how sharp they were, her human eyes would never catch a Fae when they didn't want to be seen. Aelin seemed to debate shifting, but seemed to decide against it, just offering a hand up to the male sitting on the forest floor. 

“Let’s go,” Aelin muttered, “we aren’t alone.”

The man took her hand, hauling himself up and casting a look around the clearing, clearly uneasy. Rowan turned, deciding not to follow, instead sprinting back to Doranelle, relishing the fleeting glimpse of freedom that came with pushing his body to the limits. 

-x-

“Report.” Was Maeve’s only order to the cadre.

Vaughan started, “The shifter. Lysandra Ennar, from no noble bloodline, but to be a Lady of  Terrasen when she chooses. She owns a small territory in the north of Terrasen, by the name of Carraverre, but has not yet taken up the title.”

Maeve nodded, her face impassive.

Gavriel spoke next, “Her Majesty has left a demi-fae male in charge in her stead, goes by the name of Aedion Ashryver, a Prince of Wendlyn, her blood-sworn, lived in Terrasen since birth.” 

The wise male had an odd sort of tension in his face but it, thankfully, didn’t draw Maeve’s notice.

Rowan hesitated, then spoke, “She’s a formidable fighter. She’s had training, and a lot of it. I saw her sparring with the human male this morning. He's good for a human, but she could beat him into the dust in minutes. In her Fae form, with her magic, she could easily take on any of us.”

At this, Maeve finally looked interested.

“And without her magic?” She asked.

Rowan thought back to the forest, where Aelin Galathynius had displayed her skills. She was in her human form, not an ember to be seen, and still utterly unbeatable by a human. But by a Fae? With her magic, she’d be unstoppable. 

“Without her magic, in her human form, we could beat her. In her Fae form, again without magic, it would be hard to say. I don’t believe we have seen the true extent of her skills. And armed, with her power, it would be nearly impossible to get her into a position of no magic.”

Maeve’s face remained impassive, but her eyes betrayed a glimmer of interest. 

Fenrys spoke again, “Rowan and I will approach the queen today, to see if she would like an audience with you, majesty, or to see the trade advisor.”

The trade advisor, an older Fae noble, who Rowan would enjoy seeing go head-to-head with the Light-Bringer. 

Maeve nodded to Fenrys, a sign of acceptance, then dismissed them all.

-x-

On the streets of Doranelle, the sun beating down, Rowan looked to Fenrys, mentally cataloging the weapons he had on him. Hopefully, this meeting wouldn’t come to blows, but it didn’t help to be prepared.

Standing in front of the suite of rooms that would lead them to Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn took a breath, nodded to Fenrys, and knocked on the green-and-gold door.

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ACTUAL FRIENDLY REMINDER

Rowan didn’t heal the scratches on his back from sex with Aelin but instead he set them with salt water so they could stay on his body forever

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Throne of Glass

Manon

After Flight

Ride (SMUT)

Stitches

More Pink

Feeling Blue

Drop It (SMUT)

Iron Nails and Pale Skin

Just the Sniffles

Back With You (SMUT)

First Flight

Morning Coffee

Fenrys

Reunited

Learning (SMUT)

Book Delivery

Dorian

Right Where You Left Me

Dorian vs Echo

Once Upon a Time

Literally Obsessed hc

Rowan

Cold Shoulder

Learning (SMUT)

Keep You Cold

Ddlg headcanon

Fluffy relationship hc

Lorcan

Bite Me (SMUT)

Gavriel

Secrets

Light in the Dark

Cadre series

Cadre (SMUT)

Not on Speaking Terms

Rowaelin

Dating headcanon

Pregnant reader headcanon

Eras Tour headcanon

Modern headcanon

Stay Still (SMUT)

Manorian

Lay With Me?

Elorcan Daughter x Rowaelin reader

Cardigan

Anything For Her

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Hi, could you do a Fenrys fic where he and the reader are very attracted to one another but they have to stay away from each other because of Maeve but when they are sent to hunt Lorcan they finally get some alone time together. (It can be suggestive or not, you decide)

Wanna hold you

It was pure torture. Nothing felt more painful than watching the love of your life but not being able to touch them. Hold them. Shield them. Having to pull up a snarly mask. Bark insults at one another. Glaring instead of casting a loving gaze.

"Move", Fenrys would bark in the morning practice, "Oh, your ego is too big to step to the side now?", You leaned towards him, gritting your teeth. "Stop being a headache", he would growl the wolf inside him threatening to take over. "I have sharp nails too, pup", you would remind him. Black cat claws out on the show. "Come on, kids", Gavriel would call out from the other side of the training ground. But for that split second when you two were all up in one another's faces you could let your guards fall. Soaking in that desire that bubbled suppressed deep under.

No one could know. It was a death threat. Something Maeve would toy with till she got bored. It was already painful enough to watch her bed Fenrys as it was. You didn't want to imagine how often she would seek him out if she found out that you had fallen for the white wolf. You found yourself in a pleasure house just get that smell on you. To make lying about the males you bedded more believable. And to hide the smell of Fenrys on your skin.

This had been the longest you two had to be apart. Maeve was getting restless with Rowan running off with Aelin. Then Lorcan deciding that he too wanted to be the main character, leaving the rest of the cadre to pay the price. Fenrys was leaning against the taverna he and Gavriel were staying in. The hunt for Lorcan so far had led them nowhere but you were supposed to join them tonight. Maeve's orders. Just the hours went by but there was no sign of you.

Fenrys was growing restless. You all were far away to no longer feel Maeve's presence. Meaning that finally, he would be able to hold you close for a while. Just soak in your scent.

Fenrys suddenly feels himself being pushed back into the wall, too slow to reach for a dagger as the blade is being pressed against his neck. "Lost in a daydream?", and his knees are weak. You barely managed to move the blade away before he reached to yank you closer to his body. You wrap your arms around his neck. Breathing in his musky smell.

"Mother, strike me. You're actually here", Fenrys breaths out, "Let me look at you, let me...", he's pulling away, carefully shrugging off the hood of your cloak. Your sparkly eyes meet his. You two are grinning at each other like teenagers. "Missed me this much?", you tease him even if your own body is tingling with excitement. "Well the last time I held you was like a month ago", he breathed out, hands going all over your body. Too excited to just stick with one spot. "You mean you fucked me against a tree a month ago. And that's all you remember. Rude", you roll your eyes. But you know that he's not wrong. That truly was the last time you got to spend more time together. Not just settle for accidental brushes against one another.

"You look even more beautiful than I remember", Fenrys mutters, making you let out a giggle, "You're high on adrenaline, pup", you brush some of his blond hair away. Allowing your fingers to twirl one of the strands. "Are you here or am I seeing things?", Fenrys leans to nuzzle against the side of your face. "Listen to my heartbeat. My heart is beating so fast because of you", you say and Fenrys quickly scoops you up in his arms, twirling you around. The happiness pouring out of you like the late night moonlight.

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Circumstance (Part 2)

Rowaelin daughter x Feysand son 

Here’s Part 2! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback already. Keep it coming!

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Cadewyn is amazed by the beauty of Terrasen. The towering mountains, crystal clear lakes, and enormous, flourishing pine trees that surround the capital city of Orynth is completely breathtaking. As he follows the Captain of the Guard, Aedion, around the palace grounds, he is struck by how different it is from the Night Court.

In Velaris, his parents do not own a large castle, or a huge plot of land. There is Aunt Elain’s garden, but Cade is sure she would love to see the one in Terrasen thrice the size of her own. Only in the last few years has Cade been able to venture down to the Court of Nightmares, and the difference between the two capitals is practically palpable.

Terrasen is fresh, new, and clean, with smiles passed between everyone and a calm atmosphere. The palace, which Cade has learned was built only in the last couple decades, is pristine, though old fashioned, and though it is enormous, has an incredibly homey feel to it. Hewn City is dark, extravagant, and the tension that is constantly floating in the air gives him a headache whenever he visits. The architecture is old and, though it is kept very clean, feels dirty.  

Quickly, and without much effort, Cade finds himself at ease in the company of the captain as they stroll along the edge of the forest and make polite conversation. Aedion only looks a few years older than Cade, but the boy knows better. The captain may not have pointed ears or elongated teeth, but Cade can recognize the smell of fae blood in him.

They have been walking a few minutes in silence, just admiring their surroundings, when Cade finally works up the courage to ask. “So, how old are you?” He wonders, trying to be nonchalant about it so as not to seem rude.

“It has been 47 years since I was born, although I Settled when I was twenty five.” Aedion answers easily enough, prompting Cade to ask more.

“And the king and queen?”

Aedion chuckles. “Aelin is 42, though don’t mention that around her, she’s touchy,” Cade smiles at that. “Rowan on the other hand is over 400 years old, none of us are really sure the exact year he was born, I don’t even think he remembers.”

Cadewyn nods. “That’s the same with my dad, when you get past two hundred, you probably lose count.” Aedion laughs again, a sparkle in his eyes, and Cade suddenly notices how drastically similar their shade it to those of the queen. Upon further inspection, he realizes that the captain looks like a masculine version of Aelin. “Are you the queen’s brother?” He suddenly finds himself asking.

“Her cousin,” He correct. “I’m Aelin’s closest surviving family, and people say we are the two sides of a fair coin, whatever that’s supposed to mean.” He explains as they reach the palace doors once again. Cade takes one more glance at the outside, taking in the fresh mountain air. “You won’t be trapped inside,” The captain reminds with a light laugh. “In fact, I believe the cadre will be training you mostly on top of that mountain over there.”

Cade momentarily forgets about his fascination with the environment of Terrasen, and follows Aedion inside. “The cadre?”

“That’s what Queen Aelin calls Rowan’s band of misfits from Doranelle; the cadre, consisting of Rowan, Lorcan, Fenrys-”

“Connall, Gavriel, and Vaughn.” Cade finishes, excited to finally be hearing about the legendary six he’s read so much about.

A smirk slides onto Aedion’s face. “That’s correct. Do we have a fanboy in our midsts?”

Cadewyn can’t help a small blush. “Ah, no, not really. They are well known though, even in Prythian, and I’m excited to learn from them.”

The captain snorts. “It’s not as great as it seems. Gavriel is my father, and I have never known a harder trainer than him and Lorcan. They tore me to shreds a couple years ago when I had gone soft after my daughter was born.”

“You have a daughter?” Cade asks, trying not to sound too surprised.

Aedion’s smirk turns into a grand smile. “I have two actually, one is adopted, Evangeline, who is about a decade older than you. The other is 5, her name is Lelayna. You’ll meet both of them at dinner actually.”

Cade feels nervous asking, in case it was a touchy subject, but he needs to know for future reference. “And their mother?”

“Lysandra, my wife, you’ll see her at dinner as well.” Aedion replies, making Cade inwardly sigh in relief, he’s heard too many horror stories about people losing their families.

They walk up a couple flights of stairs until they reach a set of double doors. “We constantly have people coming in and out of the castle. Aelin thought it would be easier to just have you stay in Ember’s room while you two are switching places, if you don’t mind.” It was the first time Cade has heard the princess’ name, and is so surprised by it, that he can only nod as Aedion pushes open the doors to the bedroom.

A gust of wind surges at them from the open window, blowing a distinct scent straight towards Cade. He smells pine and snow - what he has now realized is probably what all of Orynth smells like - but also an extremely intoxicating aroma that he can’t quite pinpoint, even with the help of his heightened Fae senses.

The room is a soft purple, with a draping canopy over the four poster bed, a grand piano sitting in one corner, two book shelves standing on either side of the bed, shoved full of books, an armoire with a glass front which showcases dozens of different weapons, and an enormous dresser with a large mirror standing above it. Truly a room fit for a warrior princess, Cade realizes.

He notices that his trunks have already been brought up, now sitting at the foot of the bed. “The bathing room is through that door,” Aedion points, “And closet over there. Dinner is in an hour, I’ll send Augustina up to get you.”

Cade is distracted from his time admiring the room to turn and find Aedion in the door way. “Augustina?”

“The younger princess, Emberlei’s younger sister.” Aedion explains, then nods his head in farewell, and exits the room.

Cadewyn hadn’t even heard about a second heir to the throne, but he supposes he had barely heard about the older sister until a couple of months ago. So Cade shrugs and moves to open up his first trunk. He finds the bag of goodies Elain had packed him sitting on top, and goes to grab for it, if only to taste a little bit of home, but he notices that scent from earlier and stops.

The smell coats the room like a thin layer of perfume, it is embedded into the walls, the furniture, the blankets. When he sits down on the bed, sinking slightly into the soft mattress, he realizes that it must be the princess, Emberlei, as Aedion had called her. It truly is intoxicating, and the soft bed is incredibly inviting, and before he knows it, Cadewyn has his face buried into one of the pillows, and he’s fast asleep.

Winnowing, it turns out, is a sort of magical step through a thick, dark shadow that transports you through space. It only takes a couple of seconds, in which Ember never feels the touch of Feyre’s hand on her arm falter, before the shadows recede and they are standing outside the door to a lovely townhouse.

Ember has to stumble a few times in order to catch her footing, swallowing twice so as not to vomit. Her head spins and she clutches her stomach, feeling Feyre’s hand flit worriedly onto her back. “Sorry, dear, I should have warned you it is a bit disorienting the first time.”

Ember struggles to stand up straight. “Just a bit.” She agrees, blinking rapidly as her surroundings come into focus. They stand before a sprawling city, full of life, colors, and smells, fully catching Ember off guard once again as her senses are overloaded. “Wow.” She murmurs, unabashedly staring at the diversity of beings that stroll by, many smiling at the High Lord and Lady in greeting.

Rhysand comes to stand next to Emberlei, chuckling a bit. “That seems to be everyone’s reaction.” He ponders, then opens his arms towards the city. “Welcome, Ember, to Velaris.”

It is certainly not what she was expecting, definitely the opposite of what Uncle Lorcan and Fenrys had told her that the Night Court was like. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’m sending you out with Mor tomorrow to explore, but for now, I believe lunch is waiting.” Rhys begins to turn her around to enter the townhouse behind them, and Ember looks at him quizzically.

“I had lunch a few hours ago.” She comments, and then looks up to see the sun at it’s peak, once again. “How far did we travel?”

Feyre opens the door to the foyer to let her in. “Very far, what would usually take months for humans to travel on horseback. It is lunchtime here, but around dinnertime in Terrasen. You will get used to it in a couple days.” She assures kindly.

Emberlei nods as they enter the simple home, very unlike the castle in Orynth; much more restricting. It’s cozy though, and Ember feels like she can grow to feel comfortable here. They make it through the entrance way, Rhysand parting from them to bring Ember’s bags up to her room, and Feyre guides her towards the dining room, where a wonderful aroma is wafting to meet them.

Seated around the table or standing and talking, are about eight adults, all looking to be just a few years older than Ember, although she knows better than to believe that. They all halt their conversations when Feyre and Ember enter. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet, Emberlei.”

Ember curtsies, like her mother taught, and waves a bit when she rises. “Hello, thank you for letting me stay with you.” She greets, just like she did when she met the High Lady.

A man with long dark hair and huge, bat-like wings bursts out laughing. “Cauldron, who are you, a princess?” He asks, earning a slap in the chest from the severely beautiful woman sitting next to him.

Ember stands up a bit straighter. “I am, actually, Crown Princess Emberlei of Terrasen.”

The man’s face falls and he dips his head just a bit. “My apologies, I meant no offense.” He says, and from the look on the others’ faces, Ember guesses that he does not apologize often. She forces herself to loosen up.

A small smile graces her features. “It’s alright, I suppose I can be a bit too proper sometimes, I’ll work on that.” The man grins but is unable to respond as a woman across from him snorts. Ember turns her attention to a petite girl with short black hair and striking grey eyes. Ember recognizes her immediately and drops into a low curtsy. “Amren the Ancient One, it is an honor-”

She is cut off by a sharp voice. “Oh, none of that please. It’s incredibly annoying after the first few centuries. Amren will do, girl.” Ember straightens and nods, eyes wide with fear, just as Rhysand enters the room.

He takes one look at Ember and chuckles. “I see you’ve met Amren.” Ember can only nod, averting her eyes from the Ancient One in favor of two smiling ladies sitting at the table who have yet to speak. She hesitantly smiles back at them. “Well,” Rhys continues, “Now that our guest is here, I don’t see why we can’t eat this delicious lunch.”

Everyone murmurs their agreement and take’s their seats at the enormous table, big enough for their party of eleven. Ember ends up sitting beside Feyre and a young male, who’s eyes are not as weary or old as the rest around the table. He looks to be about her age, with wings and blue-gray eyes, but looks can be deceiving with Fae.

Ember feels extremely out of place. Rarely has she been so flustered as she was with Amren. Her mom has taught her from an early age that first impressions and keeping your cool in surprising or frightening situations are important to succeed, and she has now ruined her chances at making them believe she has the ability to do well at either. As people begin serving themselves, Ember steals herself a couple moments to recompose quietly. 

I am Emberlei Whitethorn Galathynius and I will not be afraid. She thinks.  

They begin to eat and Rhys encourages their company to introduce themselves. The man who she had spoken to earlier is Cassian, Rhysand’s best friend and husband of the beautiful female with impecable posture sitting next to him, Nesta, who is Feyre’s eldest sister. Elain, Feyre’s other sister, and her mate, Lucien, sit at the other end of the table. Amren smiles wickedly at her when she introduces herself and Ember involuntarily swallows, but does not lose her cool this time.

Her eyes do widen though, when the Morrigan says hello, and Ember can’t help the instinct to lower her eyes in fear that the woman can see right through her serene facade. A man, also with a pair of wings perched on his shoulders and shadows seeming to hover around him, nods his head in greeting and introduces himself as Azriel, Rhysand’s spymaster. Finally, the male sitting next to Ember smiles kindly and puts out a hand.

Ember shakes it, giving him her own smile. “I’m Brexton,” He says, “It’s very nice to have you with us.”

“Thank you, I’m glad to be here.” She replies, though the words taste sour on her tongue. Ember really isn’t sure if she’s going to like it here or not. They are all so intimidating, it’s going to be hard to find her place. She looks around the table, as everyone continues eating, and takes a deep breath.

She will do this, for her parents and the bond they are trying to form between Terrasen and Prythian. She will try as hard as she can to fit in and follow directions and make friends, for her country.

After lunch, Feyre shows her up to her room, which turns out to be Cadewyn’s room that she will be using while she’s here. Ember doesn’t fail to find the irony in that. Feyre tells her than she understands if she wants to take a nap, as her sleep schedule will be out of order for the first couple days. The High Lady assures the princess that Velaris, as the City of Starlight, never sleeps, and will be there when she wakes up.

Ember thanks her, and is subsequently left alone in the odd new room. Carefully, Emberlei runs the tips of her fingers over the spines of Cade’s book collection, silently judging him by his literature. She has to admit, he has some good things, along with some stuff she’s never read before, and she makes a mental note to ask Feyre if there is a library in Velaris that she might browse the selection from another half of the world.

Although the bed is enormous and inviting, Ember finds herself curling up in a little window nook that over looks the city. She drags a blanket from the bed, picks up a new book, and settles in. Drawing the quilt closer, Ember catches a rare scent, one that she can’t quite place. And although it most certainly is not pine or snow, Ember can’t help but pull the blanket towards her nose, breathe in the scent deeply, feel a little more home.

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[iamthebonecarver]

Opening Requests! (Again)

It's about 6:30 pm me for at the moment and I have about half an hour to an hour before dinner where I have nothing to do. Soooo.... I'm taking Throne of Glass fanfic requests. It can be about absolutely anything but it has to be specific-ish. Examples: Rowaelin Lysaedion Elorcan Mannorain Chaol x Nesryn The court (be specific) The cadre (super specific) After the war (be specific) Anything else you can think of WARNING These short fics may contain spoilers if you have not read all of the books in the ToG series. If you have not read all books but would still like to request, please let me know how far you are in the series and I will try my best to not spoil anything.

[darkness-between-stars-blog]

THRONE OF GLASS STORY TIME WITH MY BFF EMA

SO. My BFF Ema is reading Throne of Glass.

I have read them all (duh). Ema has (so far!) read Throne of Glass and Crown of Midnight and the preview of Heir of Fire ( We haven’t seen each other for a while so she hasn’t been able to borrow Heir of Fire.).

So far:

Ema is a Celeana x Dorian shipper. She never liked Chaol. She wanted Celeana to kill Chaol.

Loved Nehemia.

OMG I LOVE DORIAN - Ema. She says this a lot.

In HOF Aedion has just been introduced. She loves Aedion.

Rowan is currently laughing at Aelin in the alley. He hasn’t been introduced but she guessed it was the famous Rowan I mentioned (damn my fangirling) .

So... Ema is a lil impatient. ( I love her though! EMA IF YOU’RE READING THIS YOUR MY CARRANAM BRO I LOVE YOU)

Anyways

We where on Skype and she asked me if Dorian x Celeana happens in the end.

I was cringing. NOOOOO NO NO PLEASE DON’T ASK FOR SPOILERS

So i told her I’m not telling her any spoilers. I’m not giving her answers.

So she said: Fine. I’ll find out for my self on Wikia.

Basically the wikia:

Originally posted by allreactions

I begged her not to go on it ( no really I did ).

Why didn’t I want her to go on the Wikia? Well I promised myself i wasnt going to spoil it for her like she sorrrrttttt of spoiled Shadowhunters ( SORT OF. )

- A couple minutes later Ema was silently reading. I was still begging her to get her ass back on Skype. -

The main articles that link up to significant amounts of information is the Cadre, Wrydstone and Elide surprisingly.

...

She found both Cadre and Elide.

Ema: Who’s Lorcan? ( lo-can) Woah he’s hot  

Me: NO! GET OFF WIKIA YOU’RE GOING TO RUIN THE BOOK DAMMIT

Ema:  He’s hot for 500+

Me: Stop spoiling it!

Ema: Okay okay fine I’m off it now

Me: *heavy sigh of relief*

Em: Who’s Elide? (Al-ede)

Me: WHAT NO EMMY!!

Em: Who’s Cadre? (Cad-ree)

- this is where i started to  lie -

Me: Oh its not a who, it’s more of a what. It’s not important to the storyline its more of the backstory. Its’s not really important. *cringe*

Em: What’s Erawen? (Era-ween)

Me: *silently freaking out* Oh yeah thats just more back story. You’ve probably strayed far from the main wikia and gone more about the gods and the history.

Em: What’s Blackbeak

Me ( currently shitting myself like HELL NO GIRL ) : Oh its another part of the mythology stuff idk it’s not relevant to the plotline

Em: Oh. Kay.

-how the hell she didn’t notice my voice idk-

Me: So how about we get off the wikia now?

Em: Uhh huh.

Me: *sigh* You’re still on it aren’t you

Em: I just want to know what happens to Dorian!

Me: Dammit EMA UGH!! GET OFF THE WIKIA AND I MIGHT TELL YOU!!! JUST PLEASEEE GEET OFF THE WIKIA

Em: Promis me you’ll tell me the full honest answer

Me: *sigh* I swear on the parabatai bond I’ll give you a full honest answer even if it makes ABSOLUTEy  NO SENSE!

EM: Kay.

-gets off wikia-

-screen returns on skype-

-My head is buried deep in my hands. I have sinned. I have spoiled -

Ema: Soooooo....

Me (triple the speed): Lotsofshithappensandaelingetsmarriedtorowananddorianmeetsomeoneelsebutshediesandhesortofendsupwithacertaiwitch

Ema ( letting the news register) : Wtf

Ema (starting to freak about the major spoiler) : WAIT WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK ROWAN AND AELIN?? BUT ROWAN IS AN ASSHOLE!! WHO THE HELL DOES DORIAN GET ??

ME (very dramatically ): rowan is not the enemy here Ema.

Ema: ???

Ema: What about Chaol?

Me : He’s an asshole nobody cares about him. He’s not even in the last book.

Ema (with a hopeful voice): Did he die?

Me: NO!

Ema Disappointed ): OHh. Okay.

Sorry for the long, possibly boring story. I don’t know if its one of thoses ‘you had to be there’ stories but whatever.

More to come maybe.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Okay since we were talking about our beloved Lorcan earlier 😂

What about Lorcan falling in love with one of the newer fae in Aelin's court? Like a fae who took over for one of the Lord's after the war?

*smiles in evil fox* I had way too much fun...

Smartass

Lorcan always knew that he liked his females strong-minded. He liked the bickering. He liked the teasing it brought. A game of some sort. Chasing and catching. Charming. He wasn't picky about the looks. It's the brain that he valued. Had spent way too many nights in taverns, with ladies who only knew how to bounce their breasts but the words that came out of their mouths made him want to rip his hair out. He was sure his life was going to be doomed by careless messing around. One night adventures and fleeting the moment he was done.

But you just had to walk into his life. And turn his ancient world upside down. He was accompanying Aelin in one of her meetings regarding the reserved army she wanted to recruit. She said that she needed Lorcan as her formal army commander to run over the details with a commander of allay troops just in case.

Well, one thing Lorcan wasn't expecting was a female. Tight armor like a corset, pants that accompanied the high slits of your dress shirt. Lorcan had forgotten his name for a moment as he watched you walking towards them. "See something you like?", you smirked at the male, making Lorcan swallow thickly, your voice alone could send you to his knees yet all he said was, "No, but good to know that you're so full of yourself". You let out a chuckle as you walked past him. The scent of you made Lorcan growl slightly.

It was a torturous week. Watching you. Sensing you. Hearing you. You were a tough cookie. Every time Lorcan had tried to jab you. You had always come out on top. "There's no way to cross the mountain", he said in one of the last meetings of the day. You just turned to him, "Oh, really? You are now an expert in that too?", you chirped. Fenrys snorted across the table. That man had attended every single meeting now that Lorcan was being put in his place daily. "I've traveled through that area countless of times, sweetie", he swilled his drink in his glass, "You haven't even been born yet".

Crickets sounded across the room as you watched him for a moment. "Careful your old age is showing", you chirped, dabbling your nail on the map, "I can ask a healer to make you a tonic so you would not forget to button your pants in the morning".

Lorcan let out a warning growl, grip on his glass tightening. Even Gavriel let out a chuckle. You threw the male a sympathetic look, "Did I bruise your ego, baby boy?", "You're walking on thin ice, dove", he pointed a warning finger at you. You leaned over pretending to bite it, "I'm commander Y/N to you".

And this went on and on. As if you two were in a silent battle with one another. Leading one another on. Yet there was something about you. The way you laughed sent shivers down Lorcan's back. Even if you pissed him off, he still walked right beside you as you monitored the training of the soldiers. He listened as you spoke to his man. His gaze kept them all in line because, maker, help them if Lorcan sensed their thoughts going elsewhere.

When the time for you to go came, Lorcan found himself dreading the moment. His mood dropped then he saw you saddling your horse, humming under your breath. Yep, you were the prettiest, strong-minded female he had ever seen. "Came to wish me a smooth journey back?", you straightened your posture, and brushed your hair away from your face. Lorcan leaned against the wall of the barn. "Nah, wanted to cut your saddle's leather", he breathed, making you let out a laugh. Even Lorcan felt his lips curving upwards.

"And here I thought you genuinely liked me", you stepped closer to him, shaking your head. "I hate smartass females like you", Lorcan growled, predator eyes piercing at you. You nodded your head, before quickly pulling at the flaps of his shirt, yanking him closer to you. Your lips met his and Lorcan's hands instantly reached for you. It was desperate and messy. Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears that you couldn't hear anything else.

You pulled away breathlessly, "A parting gift of sorts", you muttered, brushing your finger over Lorcan's lips, trying to get the red tint off, "So you wouldn't forget just how much you hate me". Lorcan growled as you stepped out of his embrace, turning to walk towards your horse. "When I'll get my hands on you...", Lorcan called after you, voice deep. "Actions speak louder than words, commander", you chirped over your shoulder. So Lorcan stepped forward, more than happy to show you the power of his actions.