#elide x lorcan
please tell me Elide x Lorcan’s shipname is Lorde
Elide’s sketch ❤❤
Does anyone else ever just go—Rowan Whitethorn—in the middle of a thought? Cause that happens to me at least 5 times a day
Rowan: *cool and collected, badass, level-headed* I got this under control.
Aelin: *gets a paper cut* Ouch
Rowan: *panics, crashes into everything in his haste* OMFG ARE YOU OK?! YOU’RE BLEEDING! THAT’S IT, WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!
Rowan: Everybody shut up. *picks up phone* Hey, mom.
Lysandra:HIIIIIIIIII!!!!
Aelin: Come back to bed!
Fenrys: Aye! Pass the weed!
Aedion: *blasting out curse words*
Dorian: PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!
I am a simp for Rowan Whitethorn and I am proud of it
[Aelin and Rowan are glaring at each other]
Lysandra: Do you smell that?
Aedion: *sniffs the air* What?
Lysandra: *points to Aelin and Rowan* The scent of sexual tension is in the air.
Throne of Glass Characters and their music taste
This is all just my personal opinion so take this as you will
Dorian: Would love pop music. Like One Direction, Shawn Mendes, the top 40? All his jam. I also think he would be the kinda guy to be constantly singing Tik Tok songs annoying the hell out of his friends.
Rowan: He would love RnB. All the relaxing vibes would help him keep his cool around Aelin. I feel like he would like Khalid a lot and I’m not just saying that because he’s the only RnB artist I know lol.
Aelin: She would definitely listen to Doja Cat and Megan thee Stallion. It’s Girl Boss music and she is the girl boss. I also get the vibe she would enjoy listening to Queen. I don’t know why, but I think it fits her vibe.
Chaol: He would probably listen to Imagine Dragons and Twenty One Pilots. He would also say he hated Dorians music, but would secretly love jamming out to One Direction because lets be honest that shit slaps.
Aedion: Definitely a classic rock guy. Journey, AC/DC, and Van Halen would all be up his ally. Maybe even some Billy Joel. And we all know Aelin would force him to listen to her music so he would secretly have a playlist of the songs he likes.
Lysandra: Harry Styles. Her favourite album would probably be fine line with the self titled album as a close second. She would also enjoy some Coldplay, more than likely their earlier stuff.
Manon: She would listen to Panic at the Disco. Not High Hopes, while she would like it, her favourite era would be I write Sins not Tragedies. Billie Eilish would also be her jam, especially her newer stuff.
Pretty please
This is an ask for my fav ACOTAR/ToG fanfic writers who have seen Gilmore Girls!
Grumpy Lorcan and Elide always reminded me of Luke and Lorlai from Gilmore girls. Can one of you lovely fanfic writers write a fic where everyone thinks Lorcan is a jerk cause he is a bit of a loner and keeps to himself. But Elide worms her way into his seemingly cold heart and realizes that he’s the one that is doing random nice things around town (like fixing broken mailboxes and fence posts and helping old ladies with their groceries) when nobody is looking? Maybe even has done nice things for Aelin and co’s family without them knowing? It’s a small town, after all.
Can also loosely be based of this, put your own spin on it! Its just something that’s been in my head but I am not even close to being able to write as well as all you guys!
I kinda think that that is where @shyvioletcat might go in his/her Light The Sparksfic(Elide and that bus stop without the awnings that casually she told Lorcan about) but I could be off the mark on that! If I am, @shyvioletcat hint hintttttttt. :D
Anywayyyyyy. No pressure. Just an ask! Hope this blanket ask is okay, I always feel sheepish and guilty about messaging people for this. Here I go! I am tagging the fic writers I know in the Acotar/ToG universe, but totally open to any i didn’t tag and haven’t followed yet!
@duskandstarlight,@bookstantrash,@runesandfaes,@stardustsroses,@perseusannabeth,@redisriding,@joysbell,@nightcourtcinnamonroll,@thewayshedreamed,@ncssian,@shyvioletcat,@nalgenewhore,@ladynestaarcheron,@rhysanoodle,@noodlecatfics,@rosehallshadowsinger,@verifiefangirl,@julesherondalex,@starseternalnighttriumphant,@sassyhobbits,@flowerflamestars,@julemmaes,@tacmc,@snelbz,@sarah-bae-maas,@highqueenofelfhame,@featherymalignancy,@tswaney17,@mightymorphingayagenda,@illyrianwitchling
LORD LORCAN LOCHAN IS A BOTTOM
And that’s a fact
Elide: Why is everybody so concerned with who’s a top and who’s a bottom? I’d just be happy to have a bunk bed.
Aelin:
Rowan:
Lorcan:
Lorcan: I’m gonna tell her
Aelin: Don’t you dare
Elide, in the beginning of KoA: Lorcan is the biggest asshole ever born
Lorcan: *almost dies*
Elide: excuse me, that’s my emotional support asshole
Elide: *Exists*
Lorcan, quietly: top me, top me, top me
Lorcan: what are those taxes?
Elide: Lorcan you have more than 500 years
100 followers special, I guess??
So, I just reached the mark of one hundred followers, and I’m very thankful and very happy, so, let me know if you guys want anything of special, like, idk, prompts suggestions, or ask the characters from TOG, or even ask me! Anyway, I’m really happy, so thank very much for following, and let me know what you want ( please don’t let this floop)
Lorcan: I AM DEATH AND DARKNESS AND DESTRUCTION AND DOOM…
Elide: …Rolled into a smexy body. ;3
Aelin: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.
Lorcan, walking in looking disheveled: She pushed me down the stairs!
Manon, also walks in looking smug: I helped her push him down the stairs!
Elide and Lorcan from Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas - spicy edition
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Can we all agree Aelin is practically Jack Sparrow?
Elide and Lorcan ring in the new year with a long-awaited kiss.
Note: This drabble was written for a dear friend. Enjoy!
Also, I am not using a tag list for this because I don’t normally write for TOG.
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Elide x Lorcan
Warnings: Pure fluff
Word Count: 877
“He still hasn’t done anything yet,” Elide grumbled, sinking onto the sofa next to her best friend. She refused to look behind her, knowing that she’d see Lorcan staring at her. “He hates me.”
“He does not hate you,” Aelin, her childhood best friend, said with a reassuring squeeze of her hand. “He’s been your friend for years. He’s probably just nervous. You said yourself that you’ve barely talked since Mexico.”
Elide sighed, sagging into the pillows in defeat. Aelin was right, but it didn’t make her feel any better. They were at Aelin and Rowan’s house for a New Year’s Eve, and the party was in full swing. It should have been fun, but Elide was too busy worrying about the tall, handsome man brooding in the corner who she happened to be in love with.
She had been friends with Lorcan since college, ever since Aelin had met Rowan, but through the years, she had grown to have deeper feelings for him. Feelings that she had thought were one-sided until a drunken night in Mexico over Thanksgiving weekend. They had gone on the vacation with their group of friends, but they had ended up alone on the beach one night, both drunk from too much Tequila. And then it had happened. Lorcan had kissed her.
It had been perfect, but now it felt like a dream. The holiday season had been so busy that she had barely seen Lorcan since that weekend, and when she had seen him, he hadn’t done anything. They hadn’t even broached the subject of the kiss, let alone what it meant for them. But she knew, even if she was doubting it now, that it had meant something.
“I’m going to go outside for a minute,” Elide announced, standing from her spot on the sofa. “I’m too hot in here.”
She strode off without giving time for Aelin to argue, not bothering to get her coat before she snuck outside. She stepped onto the snowy patio in the back of the house, hugging herself for warmth. It was freezing, the air seeping through the thin layers of her blue party dress. But it was better than having to ring in the new year alone on the sofa, wishing Lorcan was with her.
She stood under the center of the arched roof that covered most of the patio, taking in the view of the gardens as the clock moved toward midnight. The night was clear, stars glittering above as her breath clouded in front of her.
When she heard the door open from behind, she didn’t turn, assuming it was only Aelin. But when a warm coat was gently placed over her shoulders, too big to be her own, she finally turned, coming face to face with the man she’d been thinking about all night.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” Lorcan grumbled, his lips in a thin line as he towered above her. “You’re going to freeze to death.”
She blinked, about to shrug off his comments, but a wave of frustration overtook her. “Well, who’s fault would that be?” She shot at him, words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. “If you had just talked to me, or done something, I wouldn’t be freezing my ass off -”
Her words were interrupted by a mouth crashing into hers, Lorcan’s lips claiming her so forcefully she had no choice but to cling to him to stay upright. Her resistance instantly faded, her body going pliant as his tongue teased her mouth open, the hunger in his kiss making her tremble. She let out a contented sigh against him, gripping his sweater while he pulled her closer, one hand around her waist while the other angled her neck.
They broke apart with a gasp, but Lorcan still held her, their chests pressed together as she met his gaze. “I didn’t think you’d want me to do anything,” Lorcan whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft, careful almost. “I thought you wanted to forget what had happened.”
“Why would I want that?” She murmured, trying not to shiver at the honesty and hunger in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I…I wanted more.”
Her confession hung between them, and she worried he might pull away, but his lips suddenly spread into a smile. “So do I,” Lorcan grinned, leaning down so his forehead was against hers. “I guess I should have listened to Rowan.”
Elide blinked, pushing back slightly. “What do you mean?”
“He told me I should just kiss you again and see if you still liked it,” Lorcan explained, his handsome face filled with joy. “I guess he was right.”
“Maybe, but you’re early,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s not midnight yet.”
“Hmmm,” he smiled, brushing his lips against her jaw. “I guess I’ll just have to kiss you until then, to remedy my mistake, won’t I?”
She had barely managed a small nod before his lips were on hers again, following through on his promise as he kissed her until they were both breathless. The clock struck midnight at some point, welcoming a new year, but they were still lost in each other, their midnight wishes already coming true.
