Elorcan TRASH

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Multi-Chapter  ~In World~

Elide’s Sacrifice - Part 1 // Part 2 // - Ao3

- Canon Divergence: Elide tries to buy Aelin time on the beach to stop Maeve from taking her from those she loves.

Multi-Chapter  ~Modern AU~

Light The Sparks - // Masterlist // Ao3

- Firefighter AU: Elide and Lorcan have noticed each other but doing more than that proves a little difficult.

Shot in the Night - Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 - Ao3

- Elide has been running her Uncle’s motel for years. When her car breaks down her rescuer sets her on a path she could never have imagined.

The Worse Thing To Ever Happen To Me - Part 1 // Part 2 // Ending 1 // Ending 2 // Ending 3 - Ao3

- Lorcan thinks Elide would be better off without him in her life. (I couldn’t decide how to end it so there’s three)

Slip Away - Part 1 // Part 2 // - Ao3

- Lorcan let Elide slip away, it’s one of his greatest regrets.

Some News - Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // - Ao3

- Pregnancy AU: Lorcan lets their news slip when he has a few too many shots.

Drabbles  ~In World~

PART 1 // PART 2 // OTHER ENDINGS

Angst rating: Low. We get a tiny bit of fluff.

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There was an incessant knocking on his door that woke Lorcan from his sleep on the couch. He flung the door open ready to lash out at whoever it was. But his words died when he saw Aelin Galathynius standing in his doorway.

“Well, you’ve looked better,” she said as she stepped in without invitation. Aelin walked around, a look of distain on her face, she even dragged her finger across a book shelf to check for lingering dusk. When it no doubt came back dirty she frowned. Lorcan hadn’t seen Aelin since that day at the airport when he walked away from everything. That had been over 7 months ago.

He continued to stand by the door ready to let her out again, arms crossed over his chest. Lorcan was surprised she hadn’t murdered him by now.

“What are you doing here?” Lorcan growled.

Aelin stopped inspecting his apartment to look at him. “Elide is due in about two weeks.”

“Due for what?” Lorcan asked, confused.

“Due to have the baby, you idiot,” Aelin snapped.

Lorcan felt the colour drain from his face. The baby.

“I told her to…” Lorcan couldn’t finish the sentence.

Aelin let out a bitter laugh. “We know what you said Lorcan. Elide didn’t listen to your sage advice,” Aelin tone told him that she thought is was anything but that. “I was there to help her. Through everything,” Aelin said pinning him with a stare that told him she would very much like to burn him to ash where he stood.

How convenient that you request the exact prompt I needed to fix the fic you wanted me to fix and that it was practically done just after you asked me to fix it.

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He’d come to the wedding. Not that Elide had expected him not to. In the months since the engagement party Elide had seen Lorcan often enough. He’d started to come to more get togethers and Elide had watched him from a distance. His face had been softer, his manner gentler. What had surprised her the most was one night he actually got Aelin to laugh.

But her and Lorcan, they never talked. He respected the distance she wanted to keep between them and he would wait for Elide to come to him.

But it seemed tonight Lorcan had enough of waiting.

Elide was dancing with Fenrys, her bridal party partner, when she’d heard his deep voice from behind her.

“Can I cut it?”

Fenrys gave Elide a look and she’d nodded, telling him she was okay with this. Then Fenrys had left and she’d turned around to see Lorcan standing there. Almost shyly.

He held out his hands to her, still giving her the option to leave if she wanted to, but instead Elide took them and danced with him.

They were silent for a long while until Lorcan spoke.

“You look lovely tonight,” he said.

“Thanks,” Elide replied.

Lorcan took in a deep breath and loosed it before he spoke again. “I just wanted to apologise properly. I never did. I’m sorry for the way I treated you and the things I did. I didn’t know any better and I wasn’t open to what you could teach me. I kept to my habits instead of letting myself be open to making new ones. I was worse off for it and I have no excuses for my behaviour besides being a sullen bastard. So I’m sorry for hurting you Elide. It will be one of the greatest regrets of my life and I hope one day you can forgive me.”

They were looking at each other as the song finished and Lorcan let her go. In every way.

Elide stood there and watched him walk away. He left the the reception hall and Elide still hadn’t moved.

When that door closed Elide snapped. She followed the exact same path Lorcan had then she burst through that door into the hallway.

“Hey!” Elide yelled into the hallway. Lorcan turned, surprised written all over his face. Then she was storming towards him. “You don’t get to say those things and then walk away.”

Elide was out of breath by the time she stood right in front of Lorcan.

“I had to live with you belittling my friends, not valuing anything I did. I knew in there somewhere was a man who was so much more. You hurt me Lorcan. So much. It shatters me to know you only found the man you could be because we broke up. Because the worst thing...”

Elide let out a frustrated noise and put her hands on her face, then remembered her make up. And dropped her hands down beside her, her fists flexing.

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

They were both silent, the only sound was the muffled music coming from the reception. Elide looked down, she couldn’t look at Lorcan now. Not after the truth she’d told him. Because even when he walked out of her apartment, after she had told him to leave, she had loved him. She never stopped, no matter how much she wanted to.

“Is that true?” Lorcan asked, his voice little more than a whisper. “You’re still in love with me.”

Elide looked up then, there was a quiet hope in Lorcan’s face. Instead of saying anything Elide launched herself at him her arms going around his neck, her lips crashing onto his. Lorcan was stunned for half a moment his arms gripped her waist lifting her and he kissed her back.

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Elide sighed as she turned her empty glass in her hands. The feeling of disappointment was a weight on her chest. After the toasts she had casually looked around to see of she could spot Lorcan, and she did. Slipping through the door and out into the night.

She had been hoping to chat to him, maybe get a drink with him while Aelin was otherwise distracted. Those two didn’t get on, one of those things where they just grated on each other incessantly. Truthfully he was one of Aelin’s least favourite people. Ever. And that was saying something. But he was gone and Elide had missed her chance. She sighed again and contemplated getting another drink but then another appeared in front of her along with a very handsome man.

“The bartender told me what you were drinking,” Fenrys said then rested his hand on his chin. “You’re too pretty to be sitting here alone looking so sad.”

“You tell me to smile and I’ll throw this drink in your face,” she said as she took a sip.

“I would never presume to tell you to do anything,” Fenrys said. Then he added with a wink, “Besides, I’ve got better ways of making women smile.”

That had Elide laughing. “Still not interested.”

Fenrys let out an exasperated sigh as he lent back and crossed his arms. “Why on earth not?”

“Looks aren’t everything to me,” Elide said casually.

“So you do think I’m beautiful?” Fenrys said feigning shock.

“Of course I do, but your arrogance and vanity leave a lot to be desired,” Elide remarked. She heard a snort behind her and Fenrys was joined by his twin.

“She sees right through you, Fen,” Connall remarked. “All your pretty words.”

“I’d let Elide see any part of me she wants, all she has to do is use her own pretty words and ask,” Fenrys said, trying desperately not to smile at his own joke.

“Gods, leave the poor woman alone,” Connall said.

Elide laughed again as she took another sip of her drink.

“I just find it strange she’ll admit how beautiful I am, dare I say we are, but brook none of our advancements,” Fenrys explained.

“Your advancements,” Connall clarified.

“Semantics,” Fenrys said with a wave of his hand. “My suspicion is that there’s someone else that has caught our lovely Elide’s eye.”

To her eternal damnation Elide felt her cheeks flush and a devilish smile appeared on Fenrys’ face.

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Fenrys said as he lent forward on the table, grinning like a wolf cornering his prey. “Is there already someone you haven’t deigned to introduce us to?”

“No,” Elide said truthfully. But Fenrys didn’t let up.

“But you’re into someone? Right?” Fenrys said.

Elide chose silence as her answer.

“A guessing game then, see if we can figure it out,” fenrys suggested.

“Or, maybe,” Connall piped in, “we can leave Elide to her own business.”

“How are we supposed to be exemplary wingmen if we don’t know who we’re dealing with?” Fenrys said.

“I don’t think I’m in need of your wingman services,” Elide countered.

Fenrys just gave her a knowing look. “Alright. Let’s see,” Fenrys said as he looked around the room. “We’ll cross Rowan off the list he’s taken.”

“Maybe I’m moping because my best friend is marrying the unrequited love of my life?” Elide said.

“Nah, he’s not your type, too grumpy.” Fenrys said.

“Well, we can cut Lorcan out too then,” Connall added and Elide shot him a look that asked him why he was joining in. The dark haired twin shrugged his shoulders “Now I’m curious.”

“Miserable bastard,” Fenrys said no doubt talking about Lorcan. That had Elide snorting into her glass.

“It’s not Vaughan, you have better taste than that,” Connall said as her surveyed the room.

“What’s wrong with Vaughan?” Elide asked, genuinely curious but also looking to be a little misleading.

“I just think he’d be a one time kind of guy, you deserve better for the long run,” Fenrys said. “If you’re looking for some fun though, go right ahead.”

Elide turned to where Vaughan was holding caught at another table, Elide didn’t even think some of them were invited to the party, no doubt picked up from the main part of the restaurant. It didn’t matter now that it was winding down, it was mainly just people hanging around using the last of the generous tab. Elide turned back to the twins.

“Hmm yeah, I think I’ll pass,” Elide said.

The twins continued to go through most of the men in the room, dismissing the ones that were taken, going over the attributes of the ones that weren’t. Most were deemed unworthy of Elide but it was made clear that if that was her choice they would support her.

By the end of it Fenrys let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t even know why we bother. Elide has an infallible poker face. Probably the best I’ve ever seen, I was just lucky to catch by surprise before. Now that she’s had time to prepare we’ll never figure it out. Though, my bets are on it being some guy from work.”

Elide just shrugged, making Fenrys scowl and Connall laugh. They didn’t know it was in fact a guy from work, just not hers. Just then Lysandra appeared at the table.

“Ready to go Elide?” She asked.

Elide nodded and picked up her handbag. “Boys, it’s been a pleasure.”

The twins waved and said good bye but then Fenrys turned around.

“I’ll figure it out, I always do,” Fenrys said.

Elide blew him a kiss. “You failed so miserably tonight, I’d like to see you try.”

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“All I’m saying, Lorcan,” Fenrys said around a mouthful of his sandwich, “Is that you should have some fun.”

“I don’t need your opinion, Moonbeam,” Lorcan bit back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“When was the last time you went on a date? Or even just, you know,” Fenrys asked after swallowing his sandwich then waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What if I don’t want to date?” Lorcan countered.

Now Vaughan lent forward, brows high. “Is that true? Don’t lie to us.”

Great now they were ganging up in him. Lorcan stayed silent, but that was answer enough for them it seemed.

“Come out with us tonight then,” Fenrys said. “See what we can find.”

Lorcan just rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to see what he could find, he knew what he wanted. He just didnt know how to get it.

“We’ll all go!” Vaughan suggested eagerly.

Rowan scoffed from where he sat. “No thank you.”

“Wedding planning, is it?” Fenrys said.

“As a matter of fact yes,” Rowan admitted, but didn’t seem disappointed by the fact.

“Already on a tight leash then. Such a good dog,” Lorcan muttered.

“There’s no leash,” Fenrys chimed in. “The lucky bastard is just in love.”

Rowan grinned. “Exactly.”

“Rowan’s out, but everyone else is in, no buts,” Fenrys declared fixing Lorcan with a stare that told him he would not give up until he agreed to come.

“Fine,” Lorcan growled.

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They had ended up in a bar on the nicer side of town. The place was brighter, smelled cleaner, than some of the other places they frequented. Drinks were a little more expensive but they tasted better too.

The night was turning out as miserable as Lorcan felt, the skies were letting out a downpour. So much so the steady stream of rain could just be heard over the music and the voices. Well, from where Lorcan was sitting at by bar. By the door. It wasn’t even late yet but lorcan as considering leaving, they’d come here as soon as their shift had finished and they’d been here for a while. Fenrys, Connall and Vaughan had all gone chasing after one drink, and that was when Gavriel had excused himself, claiming he was too old for such pursuits. He was probably right.

So that left Lorcan to mope at the bar by himself, pointedly ignoring anyone who looked his way. He’d been nursing the same drink the whole time, no desire to lose himself in alcohol tonight. 10 more minutes and then he’d go, Lorcan decided.

There was a burst of noise from the door as it opened. The rain must be pelting down outside. The emergence of a soaking wet figure confirmed his suspicions. It was a woman, most likely ducking in here to escape the weather. It took him a second to recognise the small figure and dark hair, but when she turned Lorcan looked away quickly.

It was Elide.

He didn’t know what to do, whether or not he should call her over. He took a glance around the bar, all his friends were occupied. But then his eyes connected with someone else, someone who was vaguely familiar. She was pretty with red hair, and she smiled at him when she caught him looking. She was one of the girls from that night they’d gone out for Vaughan’s birthday. One of the girls Aelin had lied to. She was part of the reason he hadn’t dated in a while, the redhead and her friend seemed to know everyone and spread the false information around.

But the way she was looking at him, the way she smiled as she began to stalk over to him, she either forgotten or didn’t care. Lorcan looked away, hoping that she would take the hint. He chanced another glance at Elide and it seemed she had spotted him too, because she gave him a smile and flicked her wet hair over her shoulder and started walking towards him as well.

And here he was. Caught in the middle. What cruel twist of fate was this?

He hoped Elide would reach him first, leaving the redhead to take the hint and leave. But given her behaviour with Rowan the last time, he wasn’t too hopeful in that regard. He’d been all too eager to chase her that night, but once was enough when it came to dealing with her vapid personality.

Elide did reach him first, soaked to the bone but still smiling. “Fancy meeting you here,” she said as she occupied the empty stool beside him.

Lorcan glanced over his shoulder and Elide followed his gaze. As he had suspected the redhead hadn’t given up her pursuit. Elide didn’t baulk though, she just asked, “Not a friend, I assume?”

Lorcan shook his head, “No.”

Elide gave him a smile he couldn’t read, then she put her hand palm up on the bar counter and wriggled her fingers. Then she whispered, “Just pretend to be my date.”

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Elide thought she had sent Lorcan into shock from the look on his face. It took him only half a moment to comply though, and more gently than she expected he took her hand. She gave him a smile that she had seen Aelin give Rowan a hundred times, and he returned it with what could only be described as a grimace. That had Elide had laughing, louder and more obnoxiously that she would normally but the non-friend redhead had reached them and it was time for a show.

“Hey, handsome,” she said, ignoring Elide completely.

Elide moved their entwined hands to draw her attention to them and she saw the redhead’s eyes narrow.

“This new? I don’t remember you being attached last time we met,” she said with a disarmingly pretty smile and a tilt of her head.

“Very new,” Lorcan said, as he gave Elide a sideways glance. No doubt meant to be endearing, but he just looked awkward.

Elide held in her sigh, she needed to get this over with before Lorcan blew their cover with his tactlessness.

“If you don’t mind, we’re in the middle of something,” Elide lent her chin on Lorcan’s bicep. Good gods, he was solid muscle.

The redhead’s eyes flashed with a flicker of anger, she’d lost and she wasn’t happy about it.

“Just some advice,” she said, a look of triumph on her face replacing the anger. “You might want to make sure he gets checked before take it all the way.” Then she gave a pointed look at Lorcan’s crotch and his face went a deep shade shade of red.

Elide watched her walk away, brows high and a slightly incredulous look on her face as she sorted through exactly what the slighted woman had implied. Lorcan dropped her hand as the redhead disappeared from sight. That made Elide look at him.

“What —“

“Nothing,” Lorcan said and took a sip of his drink.

“As your girlfriend a think I’m entitled to know,” Elide said, failing to stop her amused smile.

“It’s not true,” Lorcan said.

Elide elbow on the bar. “What, pray tell exactly, isn’t true?”

Lorcan turned towards her, not returning her smile which only made Elide smile more.

“We were out for Vaughan’s birthday a few months ago. Her and her friend joined us. They were pretty keen on Rowan and when Aelin came to pick him up she got angry. I called her a bitch, she told them I had herpes.”

Elide tipped her head back and cackled. Then asked through her laughter, “What?”

“She told them I was her ex and that I’d given them to her. I swear it’s not true,” Lorcan said so earnestly Elide almost felt sorry for him.

“Well,” Elide said but started laughing again. Lorcan’s lips twitched up in a ghost of a smile, then he turned to her.

“What has you stumbling in here soaking wet?”

Elide had been so distracted by the recent events she had almost forgotten about her sodden state. “I was heading for the bus top to get home and the rain came out of no where, this was the first place I could find that was open. Did you know there are practically no awnings along this entire street?”

“I did not,” Lorcan added. Then there were a few beats of awkward silence before he said. “Do you want a ride home?”

The offer came as a surprise and Elide sat up a little straighter.

“I don’t want to ruin your night by ending it early, I can just wait the rain out,” Elide said, now feeling a little awkward herself.

“I was about to leave anyway,” then when he saw her questioning look he added, “truly.”

Elide thought for a moment, the rain was coming down pretty heavily and the streets were getting slick. She really didn’t live that far.

“Yeah, okay. That would be great.”

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You’ll find the incident Lorcan is referring to in the Drabbles section of the Striking Matches masterlist under drunk Rowan says the wrong thing. 

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Yeah, this throws the 300 word count out the window, but I couldn’t resist fitting this into this sweet little Elorcan AU. Enjoy!

“Promise me that you at least try to have some fun tonight?” Elide tease Lorcan as they walk into the bar where their friends are waiting.

Lorcan makes no comment, but he arches a brow at her in response. Elide only rolls her eyes at her boyfriend; she’s not intimidated by Lorcan and his tough-guy attitude in the slightest. Elide knows better than anyone that it’s all an act.

Elide Lochan has been living and working in Doranelle for years. Unknowingly, she let her visa expire and now must leave the country for a year - including losing her position as Crown Counsel. Without thinking, she ropes her associate, Lorcan Salvaterre, into her scheme to let her stay in Doranelle and announces that they are to be wed. As they fumble their way through their new relationship dynamics while visiting Lorcan’s family deep in Doranelle’s northern isles, they must keep up pretenses while their intentions change, all under the watchful eye of the immigration bureau. 

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Lorcan did not recognize the room he woke up in, his head buried in a frilly pillow. Without moving his head, he quickly scanned the room around him, eyes widening at the amount of stuff the girl had on her dresser and desk.

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“Soda,” Lorcan stuttered out. “Rowan asked me if I wanted a soda.” Lorcan cleared his throat and wiped his sweaty palms onto his jeans before stuffing them into his pocket. The corners of Elide’s mouth tugged into a small smile before nodding her head. 

“I didn’t think you were coming, actually I didn’t even know that you knew my show was tonight.” Elide said, crossing her arms, placing her hands on her elbows. 

“I, uh, I asked Rowan,” Lorcan cleared his throat again and crossed his arms over his chest mimicking Elide. “I asked Rowan about you…a lot. After our conversation at the diner I asked him to tell me when the show was.” Lorcan told Elide all while looking at his shoes. He didn’t know why he just felt like he wasn’t worthy of looking at her anymore. Elide bent at the waist bringing her head under his, forcing Lorcan to look up…or down, Gods she was so tiny.

Alright fair warning, this is a lot more angsty (?) than the other chapters, and I am not sorry about it.

CW: Angst…like I’m not kidding this hurt to write

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When Lorcan walked into the gallery with Aelin and Rowan he was greeted by a friendly staff member who directed him how the show should be viewed. She handed all three of them a pamphlet that contained the artwork and prices for the pieces that were for sale, mentioning that the proceeds tonight benefited public schools in the area keep their art programs. Aelin thanked the staff member and whispered something to Rowan who nodded before she slipped away. 

“Aelin is going to look for Elide, do you want to come with us or…?”

“No,” Lorcan responded. “I’m gonna look at the pieces that Elide did. I should,” he cleared his throat, “I should appreciate them, I mean her,” he sighed, “I mean the art.”

Rowan chuckled slightly as his friends’ nervousness, nodded and followed after Aelin. Lorcan nodded at the staff member and followed a couple of people who were walking into the first part of Elide’s show and stopped. 

All the air that he had left his body. 

Alright everyone, with quarantine and everything going on I’ve had time to revisit this story. I’ve finally figured out how to link the other chapters so feel free to catch up on that. Hope you enjoy!

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Lorcan looked at himself in the mirror one last time before realizing that his outfit wasn’t going to get any better than this. He left his hair down and kept the slight stubble on his face because Elide had once said he looked adorably rugged like this. His button-down white shirt was cleaned and ironed and he threw on a black blazer over that. However, he realized all too late that his black dress jeans had a hole in one of the knees from when he had stumbled home drunk during one of the last benders and hadn’t realized it but it seemed pretty on-brand for him anyway, last he laced up his boots, grabbed his keys, phone and wallet and walked out the door. 

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Okay, I wasn’t planning on making a part two because I honest to the universe didn’t think that anyone was going to read this but reading @nalgenewhore comment made me change my mind. And @safewithintheheart encouraged me as well so here it is part two! Enjoy :)

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It had been four weeks since she had walked out of her and Lorcan’s apartment. It had been four weeks, two days, five hours, fifteen minutes and six seconds, seven, eight, nine, ten….

There was a soft knocking that she would have ignored if not for the fact that Aelin came in after. Elide took the time to put down the paintbrush that she was using to get up and grab a couple of more supplies that she needed.

“I just came to tell you that Ro and I are going to go get some lunch if you want to join.” It was the softness in Aelin’s voice that made Elide hurt all over again. It wasn’t a secret that Aelin and Lorcan didn’t get along on the best of days, but slowly that had been changing as Aelin and Rowan started going out with them on double dates.

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It had been days, weeks even, he couldn’t remember, since he last saw her face. Lorcan was sitting in the front room, he hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch since he came home to find her gone. He took a deep swig from the bottle that was in his hand only to find that it had long been emptied. He tried not to think about those last weeks, the fighting, the drinking, more fighting, Elide crying, him leaving only to return to her gone.“I can’t do this anymore.” She had told him right before he walked out the door. He had just needed time, needed to think. He knew that he kept messing up. At one point all he needed to be fine was Elide. She was his salvation when he felt like he was drowning but it wasn’t fair to her to keep using her as a lifeboat for all his fucked up problems.

He ran his fingers through his unwashed hair and felt himself working up a rage.

How dare she leave.

How dare she not stay.

He loved her wasn’t that enough?

What the fuck was wrong with him. He let out a frustrated breath. This wasn’t her fault. At all. But the rage was still there underneath the surface with nowhere to go. He threw the empty bottle against the wall, shattering it completely but the rage was still there.

He needed another drink. He wanted to numb the rage and disappointment that had been his constant companions. He stumbled up off the couch to the sounds of clinking empty bottles. Grabbing his keys and phone he left the apartment.

The liquor store down the street knew him well, but that didn’t stop the pitying looks since he had been in at least twice a day since he had run out of alcohol the first time. Not wanting to deal with their judgement he decided to go to one further up the street. It was a longer walk but the idea of going back to an empty home left him feeling restless and chaotic.

“Do you think that someday when we’re old we’ll still wear Doc Martins and flannel?” A voice piped up beside him. He turned quickly to see where it came from, but no one was there. He blinked the sun and alcohol out of his eyes and continued walking.

“Lorcan, I asked you a question.” He turned and saw Elide. His beautiful, wonderful, shining Elide.

But she wasn’t his, not anymore. And this was Elide when he first met her. Long black hair in a plait down her back, ripped black skinny jeans, with a black t-shirt and hoodie. Young and fresh face, not looking to impress anyone but beautiful all the same.

He blinked again and she was gone. He looked around frantically but there wasn’t anyone on the street but him. He wanted a drink more than ever debating on if he should just turn around now to go to his usual liquor store but continued his walk.

“I think A and Rowan are trying to throw you a surprise birthday party, I don’t think I’m supposed to know, and I definitely don’t think you are either.” This time Elide was walking beside him eating mint chocolate chip ice cream out of a cone. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, blunt bangs framing her face. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and high waisted jeans, trying to text on her phone while holding the ice cream. She looked up at him then, “they both keep texting me asking me things about you. Your favorite bar and cake type and all the other nonsense that goes with a birthday party.”

“Then tell them that I’m conveniently out of town that day.” He whispered to her and she grinned up at him before he blinked, and she was gone once more.

He remembered that conversation, how she told him all the ridiculous outrageous lies she feed to their two friends, and much later they did go out of town completely pissing off Aelin but he didn’t care because driving with Elide under the stars was a better way to spend his birthday anyway.

He kept walking, a small smile beginning to grow on his face from the memory. He then saw her walking in front of him. Long black coat and plaid grey pants with black Doc Martins, her hair was unbound and windblown.

“Elide.” He called out this time. “Wait up.” She stopped and whirled around to face him. “Fuck you Lorcan.” She hissed and he stopped dead in his tracks. Her eyes were bright and clear but rage-filled them, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“That dinner was important. I needed you by my side!” She raised her voice.

“Elide, I’m sorry, but it’s not like,” She cut him off. “

“Sorry that what? You got drunk again. That you decided to come home four hours later stumbling into the front room because god forbid you go a day without drinking.” Her chest heaved with shuttered breaths.

That’s not what happened, he thought. But he couldn’t tell her how the rising panic took him over at the thought of screwing up her dinner meeting. She was meeting with an important gallery owner who wanted to display her artwork. This would have been huge for her, gotten her the recognition he knew she deserved, but the last time he had gone with her to an art opening he felt people judging him because he didn’t know anything about art. Judging her for bringing him, when she clearly belonged with someone who understood her world.

He didn’t want to mess it up so he had one drink, but that turned into four, which turned into six until he realized that he had messed up again and decided not to go, drinking until he almost blacked out and stumbled home.

“I didn’t want to go.” He told her instead.

And something in her eyes closed. She turned on her heels and continued walking away from him.

She forgave him a couple of days later, but something felt off now. She still talked to him like normal and they went out and the sex was still amazing, but she felt distant from him.

And the drinking continued.

The fights that happened every time he came home drunk got worse. Eventually Elide stopped waiting up for him. He could see that she was hurting but instead of talking to her he found himself at the bottom of another bottle. He couldn’t stop himself. Couldn’t communicate with her, and everything started falling apart.  

He found a bus stop bench and sat down on it. He rubbed his eyes and placed his head in his hands.

“Lorcan?” Elide whispered.

He sat up and saw her sitting next to him facing ahead. She looked like the last time he saw her. Her hair was down and loose, she was wearing a soft sweater and leggings, tear tracks running down her face.

“I can’t do this anymore.” She whispered. Her lower lip trembled, and she wiped her face. “You don’t talk to me, you’re always drunk. I don’t even know who you are.”

“Don’t say that.” He whispered to her. Knowing that when the conversation had happened, he had just gotten up and walked out the door, her sobs following him out the door. He didn’t return until much later and by then she had left. Tears started to fall down his face, deep heavy sobs fell from his mouth as the rage, frustration and sorrow finally left his body. Once he started it felt like he wouldn’t stop.

“No one knows what a big softie you are, Salvaterre.” Elide pushed his hair back, but he didn’t feel it, he knew that she wasn’t real. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” She smiled.

Without realizing it, the bus pulled forward to the stop he was sitting at. Lorcan dug around for change, knowing what he needed to do, but not finding any.

“You look like you’re having a day, get on and tell me where you need to go.”

Lorcan wiped at his face and stepped onto the bus.

“Can you get me close to 42nd and Hulen?” He asked.

“You’re in luck this bus stops at Hulen and Bark.” Lorcan nodded and sat down, wiping at his face once more and placing his hair in a bun. He pulled out his phone and sent an address to Rowan.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Lorcan got off the bus and walked to the address he sent Rowan, hoping that he was somewhere close by. As he got closer, he saw his friend leaning up against the building and he jogged the last couple of steps to him.

“You look like shit,” Rowan said by a way of greeting.

“How is she?” Lorcan asked choosing to ignore him.

“She talked to Aelin the first night, she’s been out back working on some new art stuff, I think it’s helping her process everything. We don’t see her much.” Lorcan nodded. “Aelin’s pissed at you.” Lorcan gave him a look that told him he didn’t care.

“Why are we here, Lorcan.”

“I need to fix this. I don’t want you to tell El anything. Not yet anyway. Not when I don’t know if it’ll actually help with anything. But I want to try. And I - I need you to come in with me.”

“So, then what are we standing outside for?”

Lorcan looked up and sighed. “Yeah, okay, let’s go.”

Rowan opened the door and they walked down the hall following signs till they found the right door. Rowan placed a hand on his shoulder, and they walked in together.

There was already a circle of chairs gathered around the center of the room.

“Hello.” A tall man with a beard said when they walked in.

“Is it too late to join?” Lorcan asked nodding towards the empty chairs.

He smiled in a knowing way. “It’s never too late to join. Why don’t you sit down and tell us your name?”

Lorcan sat down, Rowan next to him. “Uh, hi.” the people filling the other chair nodded encouragingly at him. “My name is Lorcan Salvaterre,” he took a deep breath in. “And I’m an alcoholic.”

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Well, that was my first time writing anything in a really long time and actually posting it up for people to read. 

I was gonna tag people but I don’t actually think anyone’s gonna read this so…

Hello! Sorry to those of you getting really excited for the next NN update, but it’s not ready yet. I did, however, finish this piece at lunch. This is not my best editting either, but eh. *shrugs*

Forever (Is A Long Time) PT5— Elorcan Roommates AU

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“What are you doing?” Elide asks from the kitchen. Lorcan’s curled up like Hellas on the couch underneath a blanket. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen the man look more comfortable in her life, but then again, Lorcan’s the kind of guy that doesn’t get uncomfortable.

Lorcan snuggles deeper into the couch and mumbles, “It’s movie night.”

Elide grins at him, “Did you say movie night?”

“Don’t fucking judge me,” he growls. “Sundays are for movies.”

She raises her hands in surrender, “Why Lorcan Salvaterre, I’d never.”

Ah, the dream. Enjoy the fluff. ~

Thunder cracked and lightning lit up the night sky outside of the den windows as Lorcan threw open the front door, completely drenched. 

Elide looked over her shoulder, one brow raised, her wine glass brought to her lips. “Ah, I love it when you come home looking pissed after a long day.”

Lorcan scowled as he kicked off his muddy boots and socks, then his jeans and his t-shirt, before stomping into the living room and slumping down on the couch, his head falling onto Elide’s lap, his hair soaking her pajama pants.

Elide’s eyes softened as he looked up at her. The thunder shook the night sky, once more.

“I see the power went out,” he mumbled, closing his eyes.

It had, nearly an hour before he arrived. Elide had lit the room with candles. 

“A while ago,” she said, quietly into the silence. “It’s a nasty storm.”

“I realize,” Lorcan mumbled. “Considering I got caught in it.”

Lorcan worked for a construction company, one who was building a line of new houses along the lake in east Perranth. Elide’s father had owned it and offered Lorcan a job after their engagement. Great pay, great benefits, perfect for the man that would be marrying his daughter. 

“So grumpy,” Elide joked, poking him in the chest.

Lorcan growled and nipped at her belly button before rolling onto his stomach, face planted in her legs.

Elide laughed as she started scratching his back with her nails. Lorcan turned his cheek, eyes closed as he faced her stomach. He moaned, quietly. “Please don’t stop.”

“I swear this is the only reason you love me,” Elide smiled, adoringly, at the man fading into sleep on her lap, his hair drenched, in nothing but his underwear. “For the massages.” 

“It’s near the top of the list,” he mumbled, then smiled one of those rare, radiant, mischievous smiles.

“There’s a list?” Elide crooned. “What else is on this list?”

“Hmm,” Lorcan breathed, pretending to take a moment to think about it. “You’re kind, and smart, and beautiful.”

Elide grinned as her fingers dug into his shoulders, that deep, moan returning. “How sweet. And here I thought you were going to say something filthy.”

“You’re really good in bed, too,” he mumbled. “And you have amazing tits.”

“There it is,” Elide laughed, nudging him in the head.

Lorcan smirked and opened his eyes, looking up at her as she massaged him, gently, in the silence of their living room, a storm raging outside. 

“It’s a long list,” he said, softly. “I couldn’t possibly say it all.” 

Elide smiled, cheeks turning a soft shade of crimson. “You are so full of shit.”

Lorcan laughed, loud and heartily. “Maybe so.” he leaned up, and Elide’s fingers fell from his back as he sat on the couch and pulled Elide over to him. She straddled his lap and ran her fingers through his long, wet hair. “Doesn’t mean I don’t fucking love you.”

Elide’s forehead fell into his as his arms wrapped around her slim waist. “I fucking love you, too.”

With a soft, serene smile, Lorcan kissed her, long and slow. 

Nothing made a stormy night more relaxing than making love in a candlelit room as the rain poured and the thunder rolled. 

Alrighty, lovelies! Here it is. The last part! Enjoy the fluff!

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The rest of the week passed in a whirlwind of conference calls, meetings, paperwork, and pointless emails to “touch base” on things. Elide figured her boss just wanted to look competent at interpersonal skills. Before she was ready for it, Thursday morning dawned. She woke up that morning and went through a routine, taking comfort in everyday things that steadied her, grounded her, wrapping the only things she was sure of around herself like armor.

Elide and Lorcan also have many kids. Read about them

Guess who’s back with a new story?? It’s me! Before I even get started with the intro, I need to say a massive thank you to @nalgenewhore - and if you like this story, then you should too - because this would not exist without her. She’s responsible for like 75% of the things that happen here, because her ideas are the best and I would be lost without her. Even as I’m typing this, she’s on the doc adding even more wonderful ideas to my outline. She wanted a coffee shop AU, and I wanted them to be rival tattoo artists, and this is what happened.

Summary: It’s a Coffee Shop AU meets Rival Tattoo Artists AU meets Elorcan - do I even need to say anything else?

Warnings: Pretty sure it’s just language for now, friends.

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Lorcan was scrolling through his appointments on his phone when he heard the barista rattle off someone’s completed order followed by his own. “Cappuccino for Elide and an Earl Grey for Lorcan!”

Busy with checking the mock-ups he had to work on for a client later in the week - a full-bodied silhouette of Hellas, the God of Death - he barely paid attention as he reached for the cup she’d set on the counter. He was several steps away from the counter by the time he’d lifted the cup to his mouth, aiming for a vacant table in the back of the room where he could spread out with his sketchbooks to work.

Taking a sip from his cup, he almost choked on the liquid that coated his tongue - which was definitely not his tea. 

Swallowing around the bitter taste of coffee in his mouth, he looked down at the cup in his hands, groaning when he realized he hadn’t actually grabbed his drink at all. The name scrawled on the cup said Elide, and apparently he’d just taken a sip of her cappuccino.