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-So Aelin may go on about Territorial Fae Bastards (ROWAN AND LORCAN IM LOOKING AT YOU) but our lovely ladies are just as bad.
-Elide has a thing about Lorcan’s smile. He has this one smile, just a slight tilt to his lips, a sweetness so rare, and anytime a female sees it who is not her she feels like skinning them. She went through a lot to be with this man, step off bitch.
-It’s no secret the Fae like to train shirtless. It’s also no secret that when the females aren’t training with them they like to… spectate. One day Aelin and Elide are giggling to each other while watching the cadre and some other female comes over to deliver a letter to Rowan. Aelin doesn’t miss the woman taking her eyes up and down Rowan and the way she tries to subtly touch him. Aelin doesn’t see anything wrong with her going over and dismissing the woman indefinitely from delivering to the palace.
-Lysandra has no problem turning into a snow leopard and scaring anyone who glances at Aedion inappropriately. Aedion finds it hilarious every time she’s does. One time he is with a lieutenant in his bane that he once had ~relations~ with and he touches Aedion a little tooooo fondly and Lys turns into the face of his worst nightmares. The lieutenant still works for the Bane, but the message is clear.
-The ladies get especially territorial when it’s that time of the month. Luckily Lorcan and Rowan aren’t all that bad at dealing with it. Rowan especially had always known exactly how to care for Aelin, and finds it endearing every time she snarls at someone or pulls him to her side. Her favourite thing to do is get him hot and bothered in front of other woman: her own personal way of marking her territory.
-When Aelin bites him, which is often, she likes to make the marks as visible as possible. Aedion groans and cringes every time he sees it but Rowan just grins and tell him he doesn’t want to know about the other ones she’s left. -Manon fucking Blackbeak/Crochan. She has never loved anyone the way she loves Dorian, and she’ll be damned if everyone in the fucking continent doesn’t know it. She used to get weird looks in Adarlan from the citizens, who thought something must be wrong for Dorian to pronounce this witch his queen. It leads to women at social events and whatnot to continue to act like Dorian is the promiscuous prince he was before the war. Jokes on them though because he has zero interest in anyone but Manon. The thing about her though is she isn’t overtly territorial. She laughs and snickers with Asterin about all the foolish woman trying to flirt with her man, and then goes homes and shows him in bed exactly who he belongs to.
-Manon is bit of a funny one though and sometimes she can’t help herself. Her and Dorian are at a banquet for Chaol’s birthday and Dorian (honestly this was gong to happen sooner or later) had a few ex lovers there. Manon knew straight away because of the looks they gave the king. However, she isn’t one to flaunt her relationship, so she did subtle things to let the women know Dorian was spoken for. She would kiss him and leave her lip stain on his collar or cheek, she would ran her hands through his hair while they kissed and mess it up in a way that completely and utterly her. The Thirteen would tease it for her but she’d only snarl in return.
-Nesryn has never been all that territorial when it comes to who Chaol is with or his interactions with woman, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel anything. When she sees him acting sweet and lovely towards Aelin she can’t help but compare her relationship to theirs. It ends up being Chaol who walks over to her and wraps his arms around her and kisses her until they’re both breathless. -Now lets go back to Aelin because there was a situation. Like a ‘Just That One Time’ kind of situation. Rowan and Aelin went back to Doranelle after the war so that Rowan could properly introduce his wife/mate to his family. Everything was going so well and everyone was having such a good time when who else but Remelle - Rowan’s ex lover - shows up. She claimed she just wanted to see her old friend but her encounter with Celaena before the war never left her mind and her possessiveness of Rowan didn’t either. No matter he was married to the most powerful fae in the world, Remelle decided she wanted some of that action. Well HAHA you fucking idiot Remelle. Remelle tried to corner Rowan one night, and make no mistake he can handle her shit, but when Aelin saw her trying to get all up in her man all hell broke loose. She set Remelle’s hair on fire, not the fake super close version like last time but actually set the bitch on fire. Not only that but every time someone tried to put it out the water would just evaporate before it got anywhere near her. Remelle left screaming her head off but honestly. Second degree burns aren’t that bad she’s just being dramatic. Enda thought it was fucking hilarious and knew why his cousin was destined for this wildfire of a fae.
-So picture this. Elide, Lorcan, a pub, and lots and lots of drinking. There are lots of ladies checking out the broody Lorcan, and like he knows but honestly couldn’t give less of a shit. However Elide has had a few and ain’t having it. She drapes herself over the male while he sits on a stool and drunkenly smiles at him. She, as politely as she can, demands that he kiss her as passionately as their first in front of everyone in the tavern and that he profess his love for her. Lorcan thinks she’s mad but does as she says.
-When the men were together they always lightly tease the behaviour of their wives, having not realised at all that they are exactly the same.
“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.
summary: set in the future after acofas & koa | Prythian and Erilea have been opened to each other ever since a portal connecting the two worlds was found. Queen Aelin Galathynius has signed a secret peace treaty with the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court, thus fortifying their friendship, and the union of their families. But when the other High Lords of Prythian discover the Night Court’s secret friends, they are intent on seeing them as foes, and Eris Vanserra is ready to take the opportunity to further destroy what little is left of Prythian’s unity.
In a world remade by peace, you can hear the faraway drums of war that can - and shall - destroy it once again.
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tw:verbal, emotional and physical abuse; sexual themes; violence & gore
rating:explicit
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<—– PROLOGUE PART 3
CHAPTER ONE —–> (coming soon!)
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A century or so ago
Northern Fields, Autumn Court, Prythian
Her wedding day is uneventful, full of boorish people and, to make matters worse, it pours down the entire time.
Annika detests the rain as much she detests her new husband.
Emilian Ardor has the wry smile of a hunter with an easy prey’s blood soaking his clothes. He drinks the day away, flaunting his wealth, flirting with the musicians, and stuffing his mouth with enough sweets to feed an entire village.
Despite this, Annika supposes that she can find a few reprieves in the middle of this rather lamentable situation. For one, when she declared she did not wish for her family to come, Emilian’s reply was a simple shrug, so she was spared having to look at her father’s face and trying to hide the desire to spill his blood on the white petals covering the ground. And though she has spent the last hour being dragged around by her husband’s arm to greet his… friends, he has not spoken more than four words to her since their vows, nor has he attempted to touch her more than it is considered necessary. Besides, the ceremony begins and ends before she can bask in her revolt, and her husband’s wine has been satisfactory enough to keep her company since then.
They dine alone in his ostentatious table, candlelight between them. Annika has traded her gown for a simple tunic and dark trousers to match. She had no intention of impressing his friends before with that appalling excuse of a dress, and she certainly has no intention of impressing Emilian now with the clothes she feels most comfortable in.
