Imre with an immoral crowny is very much âman (Imre) enables demon (crowny) from hellâ with moral crowny itâs very much âperson (crowny) hits bad dog (Imre) with newspaperâ
Nia is more of a good romance although she will butt heads very hard with an immoral crowny quite a bit
Lorcan is touch and love starved heâll take anything
There's something so special about Lorcan giving Elide a foot massage.
This man went from a strict no-touching-outside-of-the-bedroom policy to holding Elide's foot like it's the most precious thing in the world - like she's the most precious thing in the world - all because he wanted to help ease her pain.
Lorcan's character development since HoF has been 10/10.
I just realised that when Aelin was wiped off of all her scars, traces of Sam (the torture she went through with him, the missions, the jobs she finished with him, her literal childhood she spend with him while training) that remained on her were also gone along with her mutilated skin. And now that scene haunts me even more.
The one that helps me recover this trauma is:
Sheâs such a badass that she found rowan and others instead of the other way around and also RELEASED HER OWN BINDINGS- without magic.
Summary: Bound by oaths to Maeve and haunted by the bond he fears, Lorcan clings to loyalty as a shield against his own heart. But when a mission goes awry, forcing him to choose between duty and his mate, the cracks in his resolve begin to show. In the shadows of betrayal and pain, will love rise from the ashes?
Warnings: Mentions of trauma, manipulation, physical injury, toxic loyalty, and themes of betrayal. Angst with no fluff and an uncertain end.
A/n: Got this random idea for a Lorcan fanfic and thought why not? Anyway you have been warned, enjoy đ
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The outpost was eerily quiet, save for the distant howl of the wind outside. The cold stone walls did little to keep the chill at bay, and the fire in the hearth burned low, its feeble warmth barely reaching the center of the room. She stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly around herself, watching the snow swirl and dance in the night.
Lorcan sat across the room, sharpening one of his blades with slow, deliberate movements. The metallic scrape echoed in the silence, grating and purposeful, as if he was daring her to speak first. He didnât look at her.
âAnother mission done,â she said, her voice low, breaking the stillness.
âHm.â The sound was dismissive, his focus never wavering from the blade in his hands.
She turned, leaning against the windowsill, her arms dropping to her sides. âIs that all you have to say?â
His dark eyes flicked up briefly before returning to his task. âWhat else is there to say? We survived. Thatâs enough.â
The coldness in his tone cut deeper than sheâd expected, and her jaw tightened. âYou donât think itâs worth talking about? The fact that it was another trap? That Maeve sent us into another gods-damned death mission?â
âYouâre alive,â he said flatly. âThatâs what matters.â
âBarely,â she snapped, taking a step toward him. âBut I guess that doesnât matter to you, does it? As long as weâre breathing, itâs fine. Just another day serving Maeve like the obedient dogs we are.â
His hand stilled, the blade catching the light as he set it down. When he looked up at her, his gaze was cold, calculating. âIf youâre not cut out for this, maybe you shouldnât have sworn the oath.â
The words landed like a blow, and she staggered back a step, her chest tightening. âYou think I want this? You think I wanted to swear myself to her?â
âDid someone force you?â he asked, his voice sharp, mocking. âNo? Then donât complain about the choices you made.â
Her breath hitched, and she turned away, unable to look at him. The sting of his words mixed with the weight of her anger and exhaustion, threatening to choke her.
âI shouldâve known,â she said quietly, her voice trembling. âYou donât care about anyone but yourself.â
He stood abruptly, the scrape of the chair against the floor loud in the silence. âDonât presume to know what I care about,â he said, his voice low and dangerous.
âThen tell me,â she said, whirling to face him, her eyes blazing. âTell me why youâre so gods-damned loyal to her. Why you follow her orders without question, even when you know itâs killing us. What is it, Lorcan? What keeps you chained to her like a dog?â
His jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. âYou wouldnât understand.â
âTry me,â she shot back, stepping closer, her voice shaking with anger and something rawer. âBecause Iâm standing here, breaking myself for thisâfor youâand you wonât even look at me.â
He flinched at the accusation, but the mask of indifference remained firmly in place. âDonât make this about me,â he said coldly. âYouâre not here for me. Youâre here because you swore the same oath I did.â
âAnd thatâs all I am to you? Another oath? Another pawn in Maeveâs games?â
His silence was answer enough.
The room felt impossibly small, the air thick with unspoken words and frayed emotions. She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to speak even as her heart ached. âYou canât keep doing this, Lorcan. Pushing me away, shutting me out. Itâs not going to make the bond disappear.â
His expression darkened, his lips pulling into a tight line. âThe bond doesnât matter,â he said harshly. âIt doesnât mean anything. Not to me.â
The words were a dagger to her chest, and she staggered back as if heâd physically struck her.
He saw the hurt flash across her face and immediately hated himself for it, but he didnât take the words back. He couldnât. Not when the truth was so much harder to face.
âFine,â she said, her voice breaking. âIf it doesnât mean anything, then neither do I.â
Before he could respond, she turned and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her.
Lorcan stood there, staring at the empty space sheâd left behind, the weight of his words crashing down on him. He clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache spreading through his chest.
For the first time in centuries, he felt something dangerously close to regret.
But Lorcan was too stubborn to let go of his pride. She would understand at some point. That he is not meant to have a mate.
The bond, while recently discovered by the both of them, lay unacknowledged by either. Though he could see how much the female whom he has known for so long is trying to create something out of this.
But it would be useless. Lorcan knew it. He was not meant to have a mate. How could one ever have a mate after walking a lonely road for so long? Too much blood, too many sins on his hands.
Besides, he was too much of a monster to even know anything outside of pain, bloodshed, loss and anger. His shadows, his demons constantly consumed him and that was enough to draw him away from everyone. Including her.
âââââ
Y/n had loved him for as long as she could remember. Well, maybe not from the very start because the way they met wasnât quite under the best conditions.
She was a rebel, part of a secret organization that went against those in power. She still remembers how one hundred and fifty years ago, she was captured by The Cadre and brought to Doranelle.
There, under Maeveâs orders she was questioned. Fenrys and Gavriel constantly tried going the diplomatic way and ease her into talking while Lorcan and Rowan would just vote to have her tortured.
Y/n smiled at the memory.
Though they all started at the wrong foot, eventually she grew closer with the males, even going as far as to prove her usefulness to Maeve and swearing a blood oath, a choice she has come to very much regret.
The boys see her as a part of them now. A younger sister and a very capable fighter with a unique power.
But LorcanâŚ..he has always been this way and not just towards her but to the others too. It just hurt a little more because she unfortunately grew to deeply care for him.
That is why, on one random day when both her and Lorcan found out about their bond was also the moment all her dreams with him came crashing down.
He said very hurtful things that day, how he would never accept it. How he will never even acknowledge it and neither should she.
Y/n tried, she really tried to get through to him but alas, everyone has a breaking point. And yesterday was the final straw for her.
How much longer is that prick going to choose Maeve over his mate? His fucking mate!!
How much longer is he going to follow every order of that poisonous queen and defend her in every argument?
It hurtâŚ.and she was tired. Tired of trying to get through to him. She has been doing that from the moment they met and now it was time to stop.
Y/n sighed as she cleared her mind, put on her stoic mask, straightened her shoulders and entered the sitting room of Doranelleâs Grand Stone Palace, designed specifically to fit the taste of her bitchy majesty, Queen Maeve.
Upon entrance however, she noticed that the queen is yet to arrive. Rowan, Fenrys and Gavriel were all scattered around the room, with the silver haired warrior standing next to the gigantic windows and watching the view over Doranelle and the latter two sitting on opposite armchairs.
Lorcan was nowhere to be seen but, she would not concern herself with the thoughts of him.
"Y/n! Finally you are here." Gavriel's voice brought her back as she looked to see all three of them looked straight at her.
Y/n offered a tight smile to Gavriel as she moved further into the room. Fenrys shot her a grin, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. âWell, well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence. Let me guess, Lorcan was brooding too much, and you needed a break?â
Y/n snorted, pulling off her gloves and tossing them onto a side table. âMore like I was brooding, and he needed a break.â
Rowan turned from the window, his piercing gaze scanning her face. His sharp instincts probably caught the flicker of tension in her shoulders, but he said nothing. Instead, he inclined his head. âHow was the mission?â
She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. âStandard Maeve nonsense. Get in, retrieve the target, fight off a few surprises along the way. Nothing we havenât done a hundred times before.â
âYet you look like youâve been through hell,â Fenrys said, leaning forward in his chair. âWhat happened out there?â
Y/n hesitated, feeling their eyes on her. She knew they cared, but she couldnât bring herself to explain the emotional storm that had brewed between her and Lorcan. âThe usual,â she said finally. âMaeveâs intelligence wasnât exactly accurate. There was an ambush.â
Gavriel frowned. âAn ambush? Were you injured?â
âNothing I couldnât handle,â she said quickly. âWe managed.â
âYou managed?â Fenrys repeated, a skeptical brow arching. âSounds like thereâs more to that story.â
âThere isnât,â Y/n said firmly, brushing past him and sinking into one of the chairs. âItâs over now. Thatâs all that matters.â
The males exchanged glances, their concern evident, but they didnât press further. Instead, Fenrys leaned back with a dramatic sigh. âWell, next time, try not to steal all the excitement. Weâve been stuck here dealing with Maeveâs mood swings. Honestly, Iâd take an ambush over her any day.â
Y/n allowed herself a small chuckle. âCareful, Fenrys. She might hear you.â
âLet her,â Fenrys said with a smirk. âI live to irritate her.â
Rowan rolled his eyes. âYou live to irritate everyone.â
âTrue,â Fenrys admitted, grinning. âBut I do it so well.â
The light banter was a welcome distraction, and Y/n felt some of the tension in her chest ease. For a moment, it was almost enough to forget the weight of the bond, the mission, and Lorcanâs cold words. Almost.
The grand double doors swung open with a creak, and the room fell silent as Maeve swept in, her dark hair gleaming and her presence commanding as ever. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, lingering briefly on Y/n before flicking to the others.
âGood,â Maeve said, her voice like silk wrapped around steel. âYouâre all here.â
Y/n straightened in her seat, instinctively falling into the poised composure Maeve demanded. But then her heart sank as another figure stepped into the room behind the queen.
Lorcan.
His towering presence was as dark and imposing as ever, but it was the way he stood at Maeveâs side, slightly behind her like a shadow, that made Y/nâs stomach churn. He looked as though he belonged there, loyal and unyielding, his gaze sweeping over the room without a flicker of acknowledgment in her direction.
Fenrys stiffened, his usual easygoing demeanor vanishing in an instant. Rowanâs jaw tightened, his expression unreadable. Gavriel was the only one who spoke, his voice calm but tense. âMaeve. Lorcan. Whatâs the occasion?â
Maeveâs smile was sharp, predatory. âA new directive,â she said, her gaze landing on Y/n. âBut first, Iâd like to hear about your little adventure.â
Y/n clenched her fists, forcing herself to meet Maeveâs piercing gaze. âThe mission was completed successfully,â she said evenly. âWe retrieved the artifact and neutralized the threats.â
Maeveâs smile didnât falter, but her eyes glittered with something that made Y/nâs skin crawl. âGood. I expected no less.â
Lorcan said nothing, his face carved from stone, but his silence was louder than any words. It echoed in the room, in her chest, as Maeve began to speak of their next orders, her voice a cold melody weaving a new web of commands. Y/n barely heard her, her focus splintered by the man standing silently by the queenâs side, the mate who had once again chosen duty over her.
âAnd you,â Maeve said, her voice honeyed and venomous all at once. âI have a special task for you.â
Y/nâs spine straightened, her expression unreadable, her mask firmly in place. âOf course, my queen.â
Maeve tilted her head, a mockery of affection flickering in her eyes. âIâve decided to send you on a mission of utmost importance. Alone.â
The room tensed. Fenrys shifted in his seat, his golden eyes flicking to Y/n with concern. Gavrielâs brows furrowed, his mouth opening as if to protest, but one glance from Maeve silenced him. Even Rowan, stoic as ever, allowed his jaw to tighten, his fingers flexing where they rested at his side.
She was never sent on a mission alone. It was always with one of the members because 1. Maeve, no matter how much she pretended, never trusted y/n and 2. The males would always manage to protest against her going alone, though it is not something she hasn't done before.
Y/n didnât flinch. She didnât allow even the faintest crack in her calm facade. âWhat would you have me do?â
Maeveâs smile widened, pleased with her composure. âThere is a rebel camp in the northern cliffs. Theyâve been meddling in my affairs, intercepting important supplies. I want you to dismantle themâdestroy their operation entirely.â
The silence that followed was deafening. Rowan finally broke it, his voice carefully measured. âThe northern cliffs are treacherous, especially this time of year.â
âWhich is precisely why Iâm entrusting this to her,â Maeve said smoothly, her gaze never leaving y/n. âShe has proven herself capable time and time again. Havenât you?â
Y/n inclined her head. âIâll see it done.â
A flicker of something unreadable crossed Lorcanâs face, but he stayed silent, his broad shoulders stiff. Fenrys leaned forward, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. âWith all due respect, this is suicide. Send at least one of us with her.â
Maeveâs expression hardened, her voice cutting like a blade. âDid I ask for your opinion, Fenrys?â
He clenched his jaw, leaning back in his chair but shooting y/n a glance filled with unspoken worry. Gavriel tried next, his tone more diplomatic. âShe is capable, yes, but even the most skilled warriors can be overwhelmed. Perhaps a small team would ensure success.â
Maeveâs gaze snapped to him, her smile razor-sharp. âAre you questioning my decision, lion?â
âNo, my queen,â Gavriel said softly, bowing his head.
Maeve turned back to y/n, her tone almost sweet again. âI trust you will not fail me.â
âI wonât,â y/n said evenly, ignoring the tension radiating from every male in the room.
âGood,â Maeve said, stepping closer, her presence suffocating. âYou leave at dawn.â
Without another word, Maeve swept out of the room, her dark gown trailing behind her like the shadow of death itself. And Lorcan behind her.
As the door closed, the room erupted.
But even through all the worries, all the scoldings, all the words said by the three males, her brothers, y/n's mind was only filled with the sense of betrayal.
He didn't even protest. Didn't even stand against Maeve. Didn't even offer to join y/n. His mate.
This has to be some cruel joke fate is playing on her.
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Y/n was alone, methodically packing her gear. Her hands worked quickly, though her mind was a maelstrom. She refused to dwell on the danger of the mission, on the implications of Maeve sending her alone. This was just another test, another way to prove she could survive whatever hell was thrown her way.
A knock sounded at her door. She didnât bother turning, knowing who it was. âWhat do you want, Lorcan?â
The door opened without her invitation, and he stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind him. He didnât speak at first, his dark eyes scanning her as if trying to decipher her thoughts. Finally, he said, âYou shouldnât go.â
She didnât stop packing. âNot your decision to make.â
âItâs reckless,â he snapped, his voice low and sharp. âMaeveâs playing games, and youâre letting her.â
Y/n spun to face him, her eyes blazing. âLetting her? Did you not hear me back there? She gave me an order, Lorcan. What would you have me do, defy her?â
His silence was damning.
âExactly,â she said bitterly, turning back to her pack. âYouâd rather I die proving myself than risk questioning her.â
âThatâs not fair,â he said, his voice softening, but she rounded on him.
âFair?â she hissed, her voice shaking with anger. âWhat part of this is fair, Lorcan? The bond? This gods-damned oath? Maeve holding our lives in her hands? I donât see you fighting for anything better.â
âIâm not the one running into death for her approval,â he shot back, his tone colder now, defensive.
âNo,â she said quietly, the words cutting deeper because they were true. âYouâre just the one standing by while she destroys us.â
He flinched as if struck, but she didnât stop. âYou chose her again, Lorcan. You always choose her.â
His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. âShe is my queen.â
âAnd Iâm your mate!â she yelled, the words tumbling out before she could stop them, raw and exposed. âOr does that mean nothing to you?â
For a moment, he didnât speak. His dark eyes burned with emotion, but when he finally spoke, his voice was icy. âIt doesnât change anything. And we are not mates."
She swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over her like a physical blow. âYou really are a coward, Lorcan.â
Before he could respond, she shoved past him, her pack slung over her shoulder, and walked out the door. She didnât look back, even when she thought she heard him whisper her name.
When she reached the stables, she mounted her horse and rode into the night, the frigid wind biting at her skin. But the cold was nothing compared to the ache in her chest, the one that reminded her she was truly, irrevocably alone.
The northern cliffs were as treacherous as y/n had anticipated. The jagged terrain, biting winds, and freezing temperatures made every step a trial. Her days were spent navigating narrow paths carved into the mountainside, her sharp eyes scanning for signs of movement. At night, she set up meager camps, always alert for threats, her weapons and magic ready for use. Sleep came in fleeting moments, her instincts honed to the dangers lurking in the shadows.
It had been five days since she left the fortress. Five days of cold, isolation, and silence. She told herself that she didnât mind the solitudeâit was better than the suffocating weight of Lorcanâs words or the betrayal sheâd felt when Maeveâs command echoed through the room.
Still, the mission felt⌠off. Sheâd found no sign of the rebel camp Maeve had described. The cliffside paths, though rugged, showed no indication of regular travel, and the forests below were eerily still. It was as if the cliffs themselves were abandoned, yet Maeve had insisted that rebels were causing disruption in the area.
âShe sent me here for a reason,â y/n thought bitterly, though she wasnât sure if it was to succeed or fail.
On the sixth day, y/n stumbled upon a narrow gorge that seemed to fit the description of a potential rebel hideout. The entrance was obscured by thick overgrowth, and the cliffs loomed high above, casting long shadows over the path. She hesitated, her instincts prickling. This was the first sign of anything remotely suspicious since sheâd arrived.
Cautiously, she advanced, her sword unsheathed as her senses sharpened instinctively. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic. Blood.
She moved swiftly, keeping to the edges of the path. It led to a clearingâa small encampment, or what was left of one. The ground was littered with debris, tents torn apart, supplies scattered as if a storm had swept through. But it wasnât a storm. The claw marks gouged into the rock told her that somethingâor someoneâhad done this.
Kneeling, she examined a broken weaponâa sword, its blade snapped in half. Blood stained the hilt, fresh enough that it hadnât dried entirely. Her pulse quickened. She was being watched.
The sound of a snapping twig behind her made her whirl, sword raised, ready to strikeâbut nothing was there.
Yet, she couldnât shake the feeling of eyes boring into her from the shadows. She forced herself to stay calm, to think. If this was a rebel camp, they wouldnât leave it undefended. If they were gone, where had they gone? And why did the destruction look staged?
Her heart sank as realization dawned. This wasnât a rebel camp. This was a trap.
The first arrow whistled past her ear, embedding itself into the rock behind her. She ducked instinctively, rolling into a crouch as more arrows followed, peppering the ground where sheâd stood. Her claws gleamed in the dim light as she shot forward, seeking cover behind a crumbled tent.
Voices echoed through the gorgeâlow, guttural commands that sent chills down her spine. She couldnât see them yet, but they were closing in.
Y/n moved quickly, her breaths steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She darted from cover to cover, her sword slicing through any obstacle in her way. The first attacker emergedâa tall man clad in dark leathers, his face obscured by a hood. He lunged at her with a blade, but she sidestepped, her dark magic aimed right at his chest. He fell with a gurgled cry.
Another came from the right, and she barely dodged the strike aimed at her side. She spun, driving her small but sharp knife into his arm and kicking him backward. But for every one she took down, two more appeared.
Soon, she was surrounded.
Y/n fought like the rebel she was, every movement precise and lethal. She used the terrain to her advantage, leaping onto rocks and darting through narrow paths.Â
But there were too many.
An arrow grazed her leg, the sharp pain momentarily throwing her off balance. A sword nicked her arm, blood staining her sleeve. Her breaths came heavier now, her strength waning.
One of the attackersâa burly man with a scar down his faceâstepped forward, a cruel grin spreading across his features. âThe Queen sends her regards,â he sneered, raising his blade.
Y/nâs heart sank. Maeve had sent her here to die.
The realization stole the last of her resolve. She faltered, just for a second, but it was enough.
The scarred manâs fist connected with her stomach, and she doubled over, the air knocked from her lungs. Before she could recover, another blow landed against her temple, sending her sprawling to the ground.
Her vision blurred, and the world tilted as she tried to push herself up. Hands grabbed her, wrenching her arms behind her back. She struggled, but she was too weak, too drained.
A final strikeâa boot slamming into her ribsâleft her gasping for air. The edges of her vision darkened, her body refusing to obey her commands.
As she was dragged to her knees, she heard the scarred man chuckle. âTie her up. The Queen wants her aliveâat least for now.â
Y/nâs head lolled to the side, her strength gone. The world around her faded into darkness, the sounds of her captorsâ laughter echoing in her ears.
Her last thought before unconsciousness claimed her was bitter and raw.
She sent me here to die, and I have no one left to fight for.
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The first week of her absence, Lorcan told himself he was being irrational. She was skilled, ruthless even, and capable of handling herself. Maeve had sent her on this mission for a reason, and despite his misgivings, he trusted y/n to see it through. He buried his worry beneath grueling training sessions and the cold edge of duty, convincing himself that she would return victorious, her sharp wit ready to cut him down the moment he dared to question her ability.
By the second week, unease began to fester. There had been no word from herâno missives sent, no whispers of success or failure. Maeve brushed off his inquiries with a dismissive wave, her cold smile tightening when he pressed. âSheâs completing her task, Lorcan. You wouldnât dare doubt her, would you?â
The third week unraveled him. He had spent every waking moment pacing the grounds, his chest constricting with an unbearable weight. Nightmares plagued him when he did manage to sleep, visions of her broken body haunting his mind. He snapped at everyoneâGavriel, Fenrys, even Rowanâdriving wedges into bonds already frayed by his aloofness.
Now, a full month had passed, and there was no room left for denial.
âSheâs dead,â Fenrys growled, pacing the chamber like a caged wolf. âOr worse.â His golden eyes were wild, his usually jovial demeanor replaced with simmering fury. âWe all know Maeve doesnât send anyone on a mission like this without an ulterior motive.â
Gavriel sat at the table, his head bowed, his fists clenched. âWe donât know that,â he muttered, though his tone betrayed the hope he was struggling to hold onto.
Rowan leaned against the far wall, his sharp features carved with tension. âHave you noticed Maeve hasnât mentioned her once since she left? Not a word about the mission or her progress. Thatâs deliberate.â
Lorcan stood apart from them, his back to the room, staring out the window at the moonlit forest. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, and his nails had bitten into his palms, drawing blood.
âSheâs alive,â he said at last, his voice low and trembling with suppressed rage.
Fenrys stopped pacing, glaring at him. âYou donât know that. You have no idea what sheâs endured out thereâaloneâwhile you stood by and let her go.â
The accusation struck like a blade, and Lorcan whirled around, his black eyes blazing. âYou think I donât know that?â he snarled. âYou think I donât feel it every second of every gods-damned day?â
The room fell silent, the air heavy with tension.
âWhat are you saying?â Gavriel asked, his voice cautious.
Lorcanâs hands trembled as he raked them through his hair, his composure shattering. âSheâs my mate,â he admitted, the words spilling out like poison. âSheâs my mate, and I let her go. I chose Maeve over her because I was too much of a coward toââ His voice broke, and he turned away, his shoulders heaving.
The silence that followed was deafening.
âYouâre telling us this now?â Rowanâs voice was cold, laced with anger. âAfter sheâs been missing for a month?â
âI thought sheâd come back,â Lorcan said hoarsely. âI thought sheâd be fine. Sheâs strong. Sheâsââ His voice cracked, and he slammed a fist against the wall. âI failed her. I failed her because I didnât want to admit what she meant to me.â
Fenrys sneered, his rage barely contained. âAnd now sheâs out there, suffering gods know what, because of you.â
Despite their anger, the Cadre couldnât abandon her. She was one of their ownâor at least, she had been before Maeveâs manipulations twisted their loyalties.
Rowan took charge, his strategic mind cutting through the chaos. âWeâll have to do this without Maeve finding out. If she even suspects weâre undermining her, sheâll punish us all.â
âAnd y/n,â Gavriel added grimly.
Lorcan barely heard them, his mind consumed with images of herâalone, wounded, dying. He couldnât let himself think she might already be dead. If she was gone, the bond would have snapped, wouldnât it? But it hadnât. It was still there, faint but unbroken, like a fragile thread connecting him to her.
âWeâll start at the cliffs,â Rowan continued. âThatâs where she was sent. If Maeve wanted her gone, she wouldnât make it easy to find her bodyâor whatâs left of it.â
Fenrys shot Lorcan a glare. âYouâd better hope sheâs alive, or Iâll make you wish youâd died with her.â
The journey to the cliffs was brutal, the terrain unforgiving. They traveled under the cover of night, avoiding Maeveâs spies and using every ounce of their combined skill to remain undetected.
They did not rest. Not even once. And even if they did, Lorcan knew that he would leave his brothers behind to find her. He would not rest until he found her. Hopefully, alive because if not....
Lorcan did not want to think about that and the hell he would raise if that were the case.
When they reached the cliffs, the sight that greeted them confirmed their worst fears. Blood stained the ground, long since dried, and the remnants of a camp lay scattered, eerily quiet.
âShe was here,â Gavriel said, his voice tight with anguish.
Lorcan knelt, his fingers brushing the bloodied earth. It felt wrongâcold and empty, as if the life had been drained from the place. His chest tightened, and the bond tugged at him, faint but insistent.
âSheâs close,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âSheâs still alive.â
The Cadre exchanged wary glances, but they followed him deeper into the gorge, their weapons drawn.
They found her at dawn.
She was chained to a rock in a dark cavern, her body battered and broken. Her clothes were torn, her skin marred with bruises and cuts, and her breathing was shallow. Her once-bright eyes were closed, her face pale and gaunt.
Lorcan froze, his heart shattering at the sight.
âSheâs alive,â Fenrys said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lorcan didnât wait. He rushed to her side, his hands trembling as he broke the chains binding her. ây/n,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âPlease, wildling, wake up.â
Her eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, her gaze met his. There was no recognition in her eyes, only pain and exhaustion.
âIâm here,â he said, his voice breaking. âIâve got you. I wonât let anything happen to you.â
As he cradled her broken body in his arms, the weight of his guilt crashed down on him. He had failed her in every way possible, but he wouldnât fail her again.
âLetâs get her out of here,â Rowan said, his voice tight. âBefore Maeve realizes what weâve done.â
Lorcan nodded, his jaw set with determination. He would burn the world for her, tear it apart piece by piece if he had to.
And when Maeve found out, he would be ready.
Lorcan cradled y/n against his chest as they made their way out of the cavern, her body limp and fragile in his arms. Her shallow breathing was the only reassurance he had that she was still alive. His every instinct screamed at him to run, to put as much distance as possible between them and this gods-forsaken place, but he knew better. They werenât safe yet.
The bond tugged at him, a faint but insistent reminder of her fragility. It was his lifeline now, urging him forward through the oppressive darkness of the cliffs.
Rowan took point, his sharp gaze scanning the shadows ahead. Gavriel brought up the rear, his sword drawn and his senses on high alert. Fenrys prowled beside Lorcan, his golden eyes flashing with barely-contained fury.
âSheâs too quiet,â Fenrys muttered, his voice low and tense. âWe need to move faster.â
âSheâs breathing,â Lorcan snapped, though his voice wavered. âThatâs all that matters right now.â
The moment they stepped out of the cavern into the pale light of dawn, the attack came.
A hail of arrows rained down from the cliffs above, forcing them to scatter. Lorcan twisted his body, shielding y/n with his own as he dove behind a jagged boulder.
âMove!â Rowan barked, his wind magic deflecting the arrows with a gust that sent them clattering harmlessly to the ground.
The enemy poured down the rocky slopesâMaeveâs minions, cloaked in shadow and armed to the teeth. Their feral grins gleamed in the dim light, their eyes alight with cruel intent.
âThey know we have her!â Fenrys shouted, drawing his twin blades.
Gavriel let out a low growl, his lion-like strength cutting through the first wave of attackers. âWeâll have to fight our way out!â
Lorcanâs grip on y/n tightened as he pressed his back against the boulder, his mind racing. He couldnât fightânot with her in his armsâbut he also couldnât let her go.
Rowan appeared at his side, his ice-blue eyes blazing. âCan you hold them off while I take her?â
âNo,â Lorcan snapped. The thought of letting her out of his grasp was unbearable. âYou clear the path. Iâll carry her.â
Rowan hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. âStay close.â
Chaos erupted as the cadre launched themselves into the fray. Rowanâs wind and ice magic tore through the ranks of their attackers, sending bodies flying into the jagged rocks. Fenrys moved like a shadow, his blades flashing as he cut down anyone who got too close. Gavriel fought with brutal precision, his strikes swift and lethal.
But their enemies kept coming, waves of them spilling out of the cliffs like a swarm.
Lorcanâs every step was a battle. He ducked and weaved through the melee, his muscles burning from the effort of carrying y/nâs dead weight while avoiding strikes. His sword remained sheathedâhis focus was entirely on her.
âLorcan, behind you!â Fenrys shouted.
Lorcan twisted just in time to see a dagger aimed at his back. He snarled, releasing a pulse of his power that sent the attacker sprawling. The effort cost him, thoughâhis legs trembled as he stumbled forward, the weight of y/n and his exhaustion dragging him down.
A group of Maeveâs soldiers broke through Rowanâs defenses, their eyes locked on Lorcan and y/n.
âOver my dead body,â Lorcan growled, shifting her weight slightly as he braced himself for the charge.
But before they could reach him, a silver blur streaked pastâFenrys. He leapt into the fray, his movements a deadly dance as he tore through the soldiers with savage efficiency.
âYouâre slowing us down,â Fenrys barked as he dispatched the last of them.
âShut up and fight,â Lorcan snarled back.
Rowanâs sharp whistle cut through the chaos. âNow! Move!â
The cadre regrouped, their enemies momentarily scattered. Rowanâs magic formed a protective barrier of ice and wind, giving them a few precious seconds to retreat.
âWeâre not going to hold them off forever,â Gavriel warned as they sprinted toward the treeline.
âWe just need to make it far enough to lose them,â Rowan said, though his tone was grim.
Lorcanâs chest burned with every breath, but he didnât stop. Y/nâs head lolled against his shoulder, her face pale and bloodied. Hold on, he willed her silently. Just hold on.
As they reached the forest, Rowan dropped the barrier, and the group plunged into the shadows of the trees. The dense undergrowth slowed their pursuers, giving the cadre a chance to put some distance between them.
âWe need to split up,â Rowan said. âFenrys, take Gavriel and lead them away. Lorcan and I will take y/n and head for the rendezvous point.â
Fenrys opened his mouth to argue, but a single look from Rowan silenced him.
âGo,â Rowan ordered.
With a growl, Fenrys and Gavriel peeled off, drawing the enemyâs attention.
The silence that followed was deafening. Only the sound of Lorcanâs ragged breathing and the faint rustle of leaves broke the stillness as he and Rowan made their way deeper into the forest.
When they finally stopped, Lorcan sank to his knees, cradling y/n as though she might disappear if he let go.
âSheâs alive,â Rowan said, though his voice was heavy with doubt. âBut barely.â
Lorcan couldnât respond. His hands trembled as he brushed a strand of blood-matted hair from her face. Guilt and rage warred within him, threatening to consume him whole.
âWeâll get her back,â Rowan said, his voice firm. âBut you need to keep it together.â
Lorcanâs jaw tightened as he looked up at Rowan. âIf she diesâŚâ His voice broke, and he couldnât finish the sentence.
âShe wonât,â Rowan said, his eyes fierce. âNot if we have anything to say about it.â
Lorcan nodded, swallowing hard as he forced himself to his feet. He wouldnât let her die. Not like this. Not when he had failed her so utterly.
And Maeve⌠Maeve would pay for this.
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The first thing Y/N registered was the scent of wood smoke and herbs, mingling with the faint, earthy aroma of rain-soaked soil. The air was warm, almost stifling, and it felt heavier than it should have. Her body ached with a dull, persistent throb, as though she had been wrung out and left to dry.
She blinked against the dim light filtering through a small, cracked window, her vision swimming before settling on the modest, cramped interior of a hut. The walls were made of rough-hewn logs, the roof thatched, and a single table sat in the corner, cluttered with vials and bandages.
Where am I?
The thought was fleeting, overridden by a sudden awareness of weightâsolid, grounding, and entirely foreignâpressing against her. She shifted slightly, hissing at the pull of her tender muscles, and turned her head to look down.
Her breath caught.
Lorcan.
His head was resting on her stomach, his dark hair falling in unruly strands over his face. His massive frame was hunched over, as though even in sleep, he couldnât quite relax. One arm was draped over her waist, the other gripping the edge of the makeshift bed she lay on. His hold was tight, almost desperate, as if he feared she would vanish if he let go.
For a momentâa fleeting, fragile momentâsomething in her chest softened. He looked so unlike himself, so vulnerable and human, and it was a stark contrast to the cold, stoic warrior she knew.
But then it all came rushing back.
The mission. The ambush. The betrayal. His cruel words.
Her face hardened, and a sharp burst of anger surged through her. How dare he?
Without thinking, she raised her hand and swatted the back of his head.
Lorcan jolted awake instantly, his head snapping up as his body went rigid, his instincts kicking in. His hand reached for a weapon that wasnât there, his eyes wild and dark, scanning for danger.
Then his gaze landed on her, and he froze.
âY/N?â His voice was a hoarse whisper, raw with disbelief.
Her eyes, dull and tired, met his. âSurprised to see me alive?â she asked, her tone cutting but drained of its usual bite.
Relief flooded his features, followed quickly by a maelstrom of emotions she couldnât decipherâshock, guilt, anger at himself, and something she wasnât ready to name.
âYouâre awake,â he murmured, as though saying it aloud would make it real.
âNo thanks to you,â she muttered, shifting uncomfortably as she tried to sit up.
âDonât,â he said quickly, his hands moving to steady her. âYouâre not readyââ
âIâm fine,â she snapped, shrugging him off.
She wasnât fine. Her body screamed in protest, and her head swam, but she forced herself upright, ignoring the way his hands hovered near her, ready to catch her if she faltered.
âWhere are we?â she asked, her voice clipped.
Lorcan cleared his throat, straightening as he rubbed the back of his neck. âA healerâs hut. A friend of Fenrysââa trusted one. Itâs safe here, for now.â
âFor now,â she repeated bitterly. Her gaze swept the room, noting its sparse furnishings and the faint smell of damp wood.
âYouâve been unconscious for two weeks,â Lorcan continued cautiously, as if afraid of her reaction. âWeâve been... waiting for you to wake up.â
âTwo weeks,â she echoed, her tone flat. âAnd where are the others?â
âRowan and Gavriel went back to ensure Maeve hasnât caught on to our escape, or atleast somehow keep the situation stable.â he explained. âFenrys stayed with us.â
âOf course, Fenrys did.â She exhaled sharply, leaning back against the headboard.
Lorcan flinched at her tone but didnât argue. âIââ
âYou what?â she interrupted, her eyes narrowing. âWhat could you possibly have to say, Lorcan?â
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he might retreat behind his usual walls. But then he surprised her.
âIâm sorry,â he said, his voice low and rough. âFor everything.â
She didnât respond immediately. She didnât have the energy to yell or argue, not anymore. She just looked at him, her expression unreadable.
âYou said Maeve was your queen,â she said quietly, her voice devoid of emotion. âYou said youâd always choose her over me. So why are you here, Lorcan?â
He flinched as if sheâd struck him. âI was wrong,â he said, his voice breaking. âI was so gods-damned wrong. And I know I donât deserve your forgivenessâhells, I donât even deserve to be here. But Iââ He hesitated, his hands curling into fists. âI couldnât lose you. Not like that.â
Her laugh was hollow, devoid of humor. âCongratulations, Lorcan. You didnât lose me. But whatâs left of me isnât much, so I hope youâre satisfied.â
Her words hit him like a blow, and the guilt in his eyes deepened. âDonât say that,â he whispered.
âWhy not?â she asked, her voice rising slightly. âItâs true. Iâm tired, Lorcan. Iâm tired of fighting, tired of trying, tired ofââ She broke off, her hands trembling as she clenched the blanket.
Lorcan dropped to his knees beside the bed, his hands hovering near hers but not quite touching. âI know I hurt you,â he said, his voice trembling. âI know I failed you. And Iâll never forgive myself for that. But please, y/n... please donât give up. Not now. Not when youâre here, alive.â
She looked away, her jaw tight, her expression unreadable.
âIâll fix this,â he said desperately. âI donât know how, but Iâll fix it. Iâll keep you safe. I swear it on my life.â
âWords,â she muttered, her tone laced with exhaustion. âTheyâre just words, Lorcan.â
He bowed his head, his shoulders sagging under the weight of her dismissal. But he didnât leave. He stayed there, on his knees, as though the very act of being near her was penance.
And for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy, oppressive, and filled with everything they couldnât bring themselves to say.
Eventually, she lay back down, turning her face away from him. âI wish to be alone.â
He nodded, his throat working as he forced himself to his feet. âIâll be right here,â he said softly, retreating to his chair.
She didnât respond, and as her breathing evened out, Lorcan watched her, his heart breaking anew. He had been a fool, and now the woman who held his soul was a shadow of herself. Someone who just went through so much trauma while he sat aside and watched it happen.
His y/n was gone, the female in front of him was an empty shell.
Summary: Even the shadows know how to find the light of day.
Warning: Fluff
Word Count: 1239
Notes: I hope you enjoy this story by Lorcan. As always, let me know your comments, suggestions, everything is welcome as long as it is with the motivation to teach and with respect.
English is not my native language, so I apologize for any spelling or grammar issues.
Original story, I wrote it myself. Please do not copy or plagiarize my story.
I appreciate the comments, reblogs, and likes I receive.
Happy reading!
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The cool breeze and afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows of Orynth's castle.
The grand hall was filled with serious conversations, military strategies, and tactical discussions.
Aelin sat at the end of the long wooden table, with her characteristic regal bearing. Next to her, Rowan remained silent, as always, vigilant and attentive. Gavriel, Aedion, Fenrys, and other members of the queenâs inner circle were in their designated seats at the table, discussing details of recent missions and alternate routes for upcoming journeys. The atmosphere was comfortable, almost familiar, despite the seriousness of the topic.
Lorcan remained in his usual spot, arms crossed, his expression tense as always. He was focused on the conversation until he heard a light knock at the door. He barely paid attention at first, thinking it was a servant. But when the door opened slightly, and a small head peeked in, he knew his peace had come to an end.
With light steps, his small daughter, with dark hair and bright eyes, entered the room, holding a little cookie in her hands. Her blue dress swayed around her as she ran towards Lorcan, completely oblivious to the seriousness of the environment.
âDaddy,â she said with her little voice, drawing the attention of everyone present, âI brought you a cookie.â
Lorcan sighed, but his expression softened the moment his eyes met his daughterâs. He stretched out his hand and took the cookie she offered with a shy smile.
âThank you, little one,â he murmured, whispering something only she could hear, as he patted her head.
âAww, how cute!â Fenrys teased, never missing the chance to enjoy the spectacle.
Aedion smirked, exchanging an amused glance with Rowan. Aelin, sitting across the table, hid a smile behind her fingers.
âDaddyâs busy now, sweetheart,â Lorcan said gently. âGo to your mom, alright?â
Rosella nodded eagerly and, with a giggle, left the room again. It wasnât long before the door opened once more, and the same little figure ran towards Lorcan again. This time, she held a slightly battered flower that she had plucked from one of the gardens.
âDaddy, this is for you.â
Lorcan blinked, and this time, a murmur of laughter rippled through the table. Fenrys couldnât contain a chuckle.
âA flower? Well, Lorcan, it seems youâve won over the ladies,â he said with a mocking grin.
Aelin let out a giggle, and Rowan gave her a knowing look. Lorcan, with his usual limited patience, carefully took the flower and placed it on the table.
âThank you, honey,â he said, almost resigned. âBut I need you to go to your mom now.â
Once again, the little girl left, but not five minutes passed before the door opened again, this time without even a knock. The little one burst in, a wide smile on her face and a folded handkerchief in her hands.
âDaddy, I found this. Is it yours?â
Lorcan dropped his head back, visibly testing his patience while the others struggled to contain their laughter. This time, even Gavriel, usually the most serious, couldnât help but smile at the childâs persistence.
âDaddy, itâs your handkerchief,â she said, as if it were the most important thing in the world.
Lorcan took the handkerchief and tucked it into his cloak, while the little one stood firmly beside him, not moving.
âThank you, my girl,â he said softly, before trying again: âNow, go to your mom.â
Before the little one could leave, the door opened once more. This time, it was Y/N who appeared at the doorway, a playful smile on her face.
âAm I interrupting something important?â she asked, her voice soft but clearly amused as she looked at Lorcan with a glint in her eyes. âIt seems someone canât be away from their father for long.â
The girl ran towards her mother, but before reaching her, she spun on her heels and ran back to hug Lorcanâs legs.
âI donât want to go!â she said firmly, clinging to her father as if her life depended on it.
Aelin, completely amused by the situation, decided to seize the moment.
âOh no, let her stay,â she said, grinning mischievously. âItâs adorable to see Lorcanâs softer side, isnât it, boys?â
Fenrys burst out laughing.
âI never thought Iâd see the day Lorcan Salvaterre would be tamed by a five-year-old girl,â Fenrys shot Lorcan a mocking grin. âYouâre completely done for, brother.â
Lorcan shot a murderous glare at Fenrys, though it was hard to intimidate anyone when a small child was clinging to his legs, insisting on staying with her âdaddy.â
âIf you keep talking, Fenrys,â Lorcan said in a low, threatening voice, âyouâre going to wish you hadnât when Iâm done with you on the training field.â
Fenrys leaned back, feigning fear as the others laughed.
âAnd here I thought Iâd seen everything,â Aedion added, leaning against the table as he looked at the little girl. âMaybe we should take her to the next battle. She clearly has power over you that none of us have.â
Y/N smiled as she watched the scene, crossing her arms with a satisfied expression. She knew Lorcan would never admit how much he had changed since their daughter came into their lives. He was still the relentless warrior everyone knew, but with them, with his family, he had found a kind of peace that no bloodiest battle could ever offer.
Rose, ignoring the buzz around her, leaned against her fatherâs knee and, with a sweetness that would melt the hardest heart, bent to kiss his cheek. Lorcan remained still for a moment, completely bewildered, while a slight blush crossed his face. The others could barely contain their amusement.
âNow,â the little one whispered, snuggling into Lorcanâs neck, and with a deep sigh, let exhaustion take over.
Lorcan glanced sideways at her, completely unable to stay impassive. As gently as possible, he shifted his daughter in his arms, settling her against his chest. The little girl sank against him, her breathing slow and calm, and Lorcan let out a soft sigh, resigned to the situation.
The momentary silence was broken by Fenrys, who leaned forward with a mischievous smile on his face.
âIf I werenât seeing it, Iâd never believe it,â he muttered, while the others exchanged amused glances.
Lorcan didnât respond. His attention was entirely focused on the small figure asleep in his arms, his demeanor now relaxed, with a softness he almost never showed. He leaned down, pressing his lips to his daughterâs forehead in a delicate kiss.
âLooks like youâre no longer the scariest person in the room, Lorcan,â Rowan teased, though his voice also held a note of admiration.
Lorcan simply rolled his eyes and threw a quick glance at her, who had now moved closer to him. She smiled, gently touching their daughterâs arm before leaning down to kiss Lorcanâs forehead.
He returned her look, a glint of affection in his eyes.
âDonât get used to it,â he replied, though the slight smile on his face betrayed his words.
With the little Rosella soundly asleep on his chest and Y/Nâs warm presence by his side, Lorcan let the rest of the meeting continue around him, though he couldnât help but notice the knowing glances everyone was casting his way.
For the first time in his life, perhaps, he didnât mind.
*divider by @cafekitsune , thank you <33
A/N: I had baby fever these past few weeks so I made Lorcan a dad, I hope you enjoyed it. It's probably not necessary for a 5 year old to speak extremely well or maybe it is, I rarely hang out with kids so I'm not sure lol
I love you guys đ.
tags: @sidthedollface2 Sorry it took me so long and I hope you enjoyed it, kisses đ.
Summary:Â You're tired of sword-fighting with Lorcan. You want to practice endurance with him instead.
Warnings:Â Smut, size kink, choking, fingering.
Word Count: 2,452
Notes:Â Sorry these are taking so long...
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You donât know if you should be more worried about the sword millimeters away from your neck, or the looming body that pins you to the ground. If he decides to rest his weight down on you, if you even think about trying to squirm away from him, he will fucking crush you.
It shouldnât make you as hot as it does. Lorcanâs hot breath fanning across your face as he bends over you. Your torso, pinned between the thick of his thighs, large as mountains. Onyx eyes peer down at you, and thereâs no distinction between the color and pupil. His equally dark hair is pulled from his face, but thereâs a strand fallen free and brushing the skin of your hot cheek, clinging to the dew.Â
âWhat are you going to do now?â he asks you, his voice is low and cold, but his breath across your lips is hot. Draws your focus. Thatâs what he wants.
Your own weapon is just out of reach from where heâd hit it from your hand. Youâd tried to defend yourself with your fists, but Lorcan is easily thrice your size and acts like it too. He doesnât hold back with you, because youâll never learn how to defend yourself against someone his size, even though youâre not sure there could ever be another person his size, because heâs fucking huge.
You could try to jut up your knee between his legs, but your attempt wouldnât do much damage because the part youâre aiming for sits thick and heavy on your stomach. Your arms are pinned in one of his large hands with nowhere to go. Youâre out of options. Or, almost out of options.
Thereâs one thing left in your arsenal that you can use. One that will have Lorcan growling at you for not taking any of this training seriously, but only for a moment.
You arch your body under his, pressing your breasts from the ground to rub against his chest. Lorcan blinks, nostrils flaring at the sweet scent that suddenly invades his senses, and he grits his teeth as he catches on immediately to your plans.
âIâm going to let you fuck me, Lorcan.â
âNo, little bird, weâre going to train.â He demands it of you, even though you feel his cock twitch in his pants. You squirm and he pulls his blade slightly, not wanting you to accidentally injure yourself, and you swallow back your triumphant grin. The way that heâs keeping you pinned, looking out for your safety, makes you hot.Â
âLetâs work on endurance, then,â you challenge. âI know you can use come work.âÂ
With that, you know you have him. Lorcan bares his teeth, sharp canines gleaming in the sunâs lowering light. The growl that accompanies it rattles your bones, reverberates deliciously against your clit and your breath hitches harshly.
Lorcan chases the sight, your chest flaring a little at your gasp. The sweat that beads between your breasts. Your lips part with the inhale and he wants to bite, tear the perfect pink skin of your mouth until theyâre swollen and panting and in a perfect circle for him to stick his cock into. That would teach you, heâs sure, to taunt him like that, when his cock is shoved so fucking far down your throat that it nearly tears around his girth.
âLittle bird,â he says, deathly calm. âYou do not want to fuck with me.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âOf course not, Lorcan. I want to you to fuck me.â
You whimper as he tosses his sword away and flattens his body against yours. You loose your breath with his weight, but heâs heavy and hot against you, smothering you with that large frame of his.Â
âYou wonât be able to train for days,â he murmurs against your skin. His teeth scrape your cheek and you shiver. Your arms strain beneath his grip with the intent to cling to him, but heâs too strong, easily keeping them tightly pinned to the ground above your head. You whine a little, and his grip only gets harsher. âOh no, little bird. If you donât want to work, you donât get to touch. Iâll fuck you as long and hard as I please for your insolence.â
His words shouldnât make you shiver with pleasure but they do. Your nipples tighten with interest and Lorcanâs pupils dilate at the feeling, his chest pressed to yours.
âHands,â you pant, because heâs rubbing himself tauntingly against you and you no longer know words. Heâs thick and full in his pants, hot against your thigh. You think youâre pleasing for him to release your hands, or touch you with his, but you canât be sure. Either works, though.
Lorcan hums, pulling away from the dark mark heâs sucked into your neck. There are two little indents, not quite his fangs breaking skin, but they look incredible on your flushed skin like this.
âHands,â he hums thoughtfully, pulling back to meet your gaze. âWant me to let you go, bird? Want my hands all over this tight little body? Or perhaps around your neck? You know how pretty you look with my hand around your throat, donât you?âÂ
You nod frantically, more than ready for him to force the air from your body while he impales you on his cock. With his hand wrapped around your throat, breathing will be a struggle until the male above you allows it. Just like heâs allowing you to taunt him, to land a swipe at him with your sword. Nothing happens that Lorcan doesnât want to happen. He is always in charge, leading the bull.
Lorcanâs free hand has released your arms but you keep them high above your head even if the urge to rip out the tie in his hair and bury your fingers into it is so great it makes your arms shake. A grunt of approval leaves his lips and it sends heat right down to your core, pooling between your thighs.
âOpen your mouth for me bird,â he commands, brushing his thick fingers across your lips. They part automatically, and your skin is bussing with his touch as he dips two fingers in. âYes. Good girl, just like that.â Lorcanâs praises, and presses those long fingers of his further down your throat. You choke, a squelching sound coming from your mouth that sets his charcoal eyes alight, his cock twitching between your bodies as he struggles not to grind. âLook at you, taking me so well. Should we find out what else we can fill?â
You moan, sucking them in bliss. Youâre harsh with it, just the way that he likes. He likes it so much that Lorcan starts thrusting his fingers even faster, saliva pooling in your mouth as he moves, but he likes it messy, loves the way your lips swell and the way that you drool for him. Maybe heâll even stick his fat cock down your throat if youâre good.Â
Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your throat is tight around his fingers and youâve forgotten just how big he is all around. Not just his cock that heâs hastily tugging from his trousers and tugging roughly before heâs removing his fingers from your throat.
You whimper at the loss but gasp as he kicks your thighs open, not wasting any time to reach down and tear a hole right through your own fighting leathers. The sound of the fabric ripping echoes through the thicket of trees and youâre thankful he made you hike so far out today, though with the way that his cock is standing straight and leaking at the tip, red and ready for your perfect, tight cunt, you know your cries of pleasure will be heard for miles and miles.
âPlease,â you beg, and you relent. You donât care how heâll punish you, you need to feel his flesh embedded beneath your nails, need to feel the dips and valleys of the muscle stacking his body. You need to see the way that his hands smother yours, how he doesnât even have to strain a muscle folding you into the positions he likes. âPlease, Lorcan. I need your cock.âÂ
He grunts in response, a disapproving sound as he stares at your tiny cunt, shining and wet for him. As much as heâd love to lean over and fuck right down to the hilt, youâll only break. So, he needs to take this slow.
âFingers first, little bird.â
The moan you release as his first finger dips into your wetness turns pinched when Lorcan adds a second, then third on the next plunge in. You scream around his fingers, at the feeling of him stretching you. Loran hushes you softly but keeps moving, his other hand coming to caress your face, trailing down your neck to grab a fistfull of your breast through your shirt. Your fingers scratch at his skin, begging him not to stop, working your cunt ready for his cock.
He towers over you, covering every inch of your body with his. The ground is hard beneath your back but heâs even harder above you. His onyx eyes are all you can focus on as the fire builds in your gut and then itâs only darkness and sparks of light that surround you when your eyes roll into the back of your head while you orgasm.Â
Before you can even catch your breath, before you can even force your eyes open again, Lorcan is nudging the head of his cock into your entrance. It stings, because no amount of prep from him can compare to the girth of his cock as it stretches your channel wider and wider.Â
Your soft fingers turn to snake bites against his shoulders as he wedges himself inward. Your body is coiled with tension, with the intrusion of his large cock, and he leans down to take your mouth against his as he works to distract you.Â
You whimper painfully against his mouth, and Lorcan growls. âTake it bird. Take all of me.â
And you have no choice but to. Your body is made for him, slick and hot and greedily accepting every inch that heâs giving you. He groans like a pained man when you constrict around his cock, not following his direction. Slipping a finger between your bodies, he rolls your clit between his rough fingers and slowly you begin to relax.
Your pained sounds turn to pleasured moans, your back arching with need and your stomach bulging with the tip of his cock. His hips meet yours and itâs always a surprising feat that he can fit that far inside of you, pressing into your organs with his head.
âToo deep,â you gasp when he pulls his hips out and thrusts them back in. Lorcan doesnât falter in his movements, only hooks his hands under your knees and presses them to your chest, forcing himself further. âYouâre too deep, Lorcan.â
âYouâre okay, bird,â he grunts low. He bends over and licks a tear thatâs escaped the corner of your eye, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin afterward. âYou can take it. Arch your back for me. Gods,â he pants when you follow his command. âJust like that.â
Lorcan adjusts his hips and slides into you at an angle that makes every pinch and twist of pain worth it. The head of his cock brushes up against your walls, hot and leaking, and it feels so good.Â
âPlease, kiss me,â you beg and Lorcan doesnât hesitate. He lets you lead the kiss, taking everything that you need from him and giving you even more. His tongue brushes across yours at the same time he hits that bundle of nerves inside of you again and you moan deeply into his mouth. He swallows it like the greedy fucking male he is, smothering you, taking you, because you are his and for no one else.
Lorcan thrusts harder and you tighten your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as your body vibrates with pleasure. You know that heâs close, and you can feel the building of your own orgasm threatening to crash over you as well. But you want to wait, you want to cum with him, feel your juices mix together as he fucks them deep into your womb.
âDonât close your eyes, little bird. Look at me when you cum,â Lorcan says, and it almost feels wrong, the way heâs so gently smoothing back the hair clinging to your damp cheeks. You cum with the feeling of his calloused fingers so tender on your skin. He may not let anyone else see this side of him, showing you how much you mean to him, but here and now, even after youâve all but taunted his skills, he continues this kindness, and it makes your heart swell with joy.
Lorcanâs name is a desperate cry on your lips as you cum for the second time. His chest vibrates with a growl that only has your cunt constricting tighter around him, so tightly that he has to put more effort into jerking in and out of you. The feeling of your warmth choking his cock is more than enough to shove him over the edge as well, spurting rivulets of cum into your cunt with a growl that shakes your core.
âSuch a good little bird, arenât you?â he asks when he comes down from his own high, enjoying the feeling of himself dripping out of your cunt around his cock thatâs still shoved deeply into you. If you werenât on the tonic youâd be worried about how easily Lorcan would be able to impregnate you, but as you lie beneath him in bliss, the both of your chests sticking together with sweat, you might not mind baring his children someday.
âSo good,â you swallow roughly, caressing his sides. You squeal when Lorcan grabs your hips and rolls you so that youâre lying across his chest, and your cunt pulses at the feeling of his cock grinding with the mauver. Lorcan groans softly, his large hands pinning your hips in place so that you donât get any ideas about rolling your hips while heâs still coming down from his previous orgasm.Â
âGive me a few minutes, bird,â he huffs, closing his eyes. His eyebrows are strained but you can feel his cock twitch in your cunt.Â
You hum, clenching around him on purpose. Lorcan growls and bares his teeth again, but you only stroke the pad of your finger down the length of his sharp tooth. âBut Lorcan, I thought we were working on your endurance.â
heyyy so this is my first time actually posting any fanfic but i had enough of not getting enough fics with the two of these beefy motherfuckers. in this fic, the reader is mated to both lorcan and cassian. do not ask me about the logistics of a throne of glass x a court of things and stuff crossover letâs just call it wyrdgate nonsense blah blah blah. i am not open to constructive feedback, donât tell me if this is a bit shit!! hehe
1k words
warnings: fem!reader, cassian and lorcan are huge switches lmao, no use of Y/N
Dinner was finished, and the friends gathered around the room each nursed a glass of wine. The crackle of the hearth filled the silence. But quiet never lasted for very long when your mates had time to stew.
Lorcanâs voice was sharp, every word clipped.
âShe needs rest. Thatâs the only way sheâll recover properly. Pushing herself after what happened is reckless.â
Cassianâs wings flared, his voice heated but steady.
âRest alone wonât keep her safe. Her body needs strength again, discipline. Training her muscles back is the only way sheâll heal properly.â
*Godâs, by the way you were talking you would think you were on deaths door, not simply a little stiff and more than a little sore.*
Lorcanâs dark eyes narrowed.
âPushing her too soon will leave her weakened. I wonât watch her tear herself apart just to prove sheâs strong.â
Cassian bristled, leaning forward.
âAnd leaving her unprepared is worse. You think wrapping her in blankets keeps her alive? She needs to *fight*, or the next time something happens, sheâll be worse off.â
Lorcan let out a growl and the tension thickened like storm clouds. Not dominance. Not arrogance. Just two predators, instincts flaring, each certain their way was the one thing that would keep their mate safe.
Rowan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, face unreadable. Aelin sipped her wine with a smirk, clearly entertained. Fenrys looked on with all the interest of a man at the theater, while Mor rubbed her temples, exasperated.
And you, gods above, you were *exhausted*. Leaning back in your chair, wine on the table in front of you completely forgotten, you pinched the bridge of your nose.
âBoth of youââ you tried.
Ignored.
âShe needs quiet,â Lorcan pressed, low and forceful.
âShe needs movement,â Cassian shot back.
Your hands curled into fists.
It kept building.
âSheâs not a weapon to sharpen,â Lorcan snarled.
âNor is she a personal doll,â Cassian snapped.
The bond hummed painfully tight, their instincts pulling, pulling, until finallyâ
You slammed your hands down on the table in front of you and raised out of your seat.
âEnough.â
The word sit through the tension like lightening. The air shifted, the fire bent, the bond itself tightened around all three of you. Both dominant males snapped their heads towards you in an instant.
âThe two of you argue as if I am not here. As if I am incapable of deciding how I will live, or heal, or fight.â
Silence.
âYou think you know best,â you said, voice low but regal, âbut what keeps me safe is not your endless plans or your relentless drills. It is the bond between us. Your faith in me. Your trust that I can stand beside you, not behind.â
Cassianâs wings folded in tight, shame flashing across his face. Lorcanâs jaw locked, but his head bowed despite himself.
âYou are my mates. My equals. Not my wardens. And I will notââ your voice sharpened, â*not* be fought over like I am some fragile treasure to be stored away.â
The bond tugged deep, primal, inescapable. Lorcan sank first, knees to the floor. Cassian followed, his fist pressed against the rug in supplication.
Completely undone. Completely yours.
Fenrys let out a low whistle.
âLike whipped little dogs,â he muttered, delighted.
Lorcan looked ready to kill Fenrys but made no move to rise.
Aelin grinned into her wine.
âRemind me never to argue with her.â
Rowanâs eyes glimmered, a flicker of respect. Mor just shook her head, though her smile was soft, amused.
You exhaled, lowering yourself back into your chair, queenly calm in every line of your body.
âGood,â you murmured, more than a little irritated. âNow, either sit quietly, or keep kneeling. Iâm content with both.â
Neither male moved for a moment before the both rose of the floor and stalked to either sides of the room where they proceeded to brood for the rest of the evening.
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The night had quieted. The others were long gone, the fire burned low, and the house was wrapped in silence.
You were curled in the armchair by the window with a book in your hand, robe draped around your shoulders, moonlight spilling across your skin. The bond still thrummed faintly, echoes of the earlier clash lingering like smoke after a storm.
The door creaked open. Lorcan entered first, his massive frame somehow hesitant, shadows clinging to him. His head was hung low and his brow was furrowed. Cassian followed, wings tucked close, his usual swagger muted. Neither spoke at first. They just stood there, as if unsure they deserved to step closer.
At last, Lorcan cleared his throat. His voice was low, rougher than usual.
âI should not have spoken for you. I thoughtââ He stopped, jaw tight, words clearly foreign on his tongue. âI thought I was protecting you. But I see now I was⌠wrong.â
âAnd I should not have dismissed him. Or you.â His eyes met yours, burning and soft at once. âI was so caught up in proving I knew best that I forgot the only one who truly knows what she needs is you.â
The silence was heavy, intimate. They had never looked more undone. Two warriors, brought low not by battle, but by the thought of disappointing *you.*
Slowly, you set aside your book and rose to your feet. Their gazes tracked every step you took, reverent, hungry, desperate.
When you stopped before them, Lorcan dropped to one knee without hesitation. Cassian followed, his head bowed. But this time it wasnât instinct forcing them down, it was choice.
âI donât want your submission,â you said softly, fingers brushing along Lorcanâs sharp jaw, then Cassianâs cheek. Both males closed their eyes at the touch. âI want your trust.â
âWe give it,â Lorcan murmured, the words rough, raw. His large hand rose, catching yours and pressing it to his mouth.
Cassianâs warm palm slid around your thigh and he pressed his forehead into the warm skin there.
Lorcan rose slowly to his feet, towering over you, but his eyes were lowered, softened in a way few ever saw. His fingers brushed your temple, then slid to cup the back of your neck, his touch careful. Cassian pressed in from the other side, his wing curling subtly, protectively, around all of you.
Their words came almost haltingly, as if apologies were foreign things on their tongues.
âI am sorry,â Lorcan whispered, his forehead pressing briefly to yours.
âSo am I,â Cassian added, voice breaking with sincerity. âFor forgetting youâre not just ours to guard, youâre ours to cherish.â
You let them touch youâcalloused hands brushing over your arms, thumbs stroking your hips, their lips on your skin like prayer. Not claiming, not demanding. Worshiping.
You exhaled slowly, the tension melting away. For all their territorial fae male bullshit, for all their endless instincts to guard and growl, they were yours. Entirely yours.
The weight of their devotion pressed in, not suffocating but anchoring.
They kissed you then, taking their turns. Their kisses slow and worshipful. Lorcanâs mouth fierce and grounding, Cassianâs soft and coaxing, their touches sure but never greedy. Dominant, yes, but only because you let them be.
And gods, they treated you like a queen.
When you leaned back into Cassianâs chest, his strong arms locked around you, holding you like you were the only thing that mattered. When Lorcanâs hand gripped yours and pressed it against his heart, the beat thundered beneath your palm.
And the truth was clear in every glance, every kiss, every word that fell from their lips: