the long winded lady

Thanks so much to @leverystrange for the prompt and I apologise for it’s delay. Hope you enjoy it!


Elorcan: Run away with me


Aelin had gathered her court to Orynth for the summit that was held each year and as Lady of Perranth, that included Elide. 

Elide may have spent a little longer than she usually did getting ready that morning. All the lords  and ladies or their representatives were present and were dressed in their finest before the Queen. Being around them made Elide nervous and incredibly self conscious. Even though the war had been over for many years now Court life still did not come easily to her. Simple dresses and tunics and trousers were what Elide usually wore, but the other members of the court wore extensive amounts of finery. Aelin had eagerly assisted Elide in purchasing new clothes and dressing before meetings and told her that it didn’t matter what she wore, her standing in the court wouldn’t change. Elide confessed that she knew that but she also knew they would take her more seriously if she conformed with them. 

Elide sent a passing glance around the table. Aelin looked ready to fall asleep as Darrow drawled on about something that he was pointlessly went over again, Rowan looked bored as he usually did, Lysandra and Aedion had smirks on their faces and Elide didn’t particularly want to know why and she paid no mind to the other court members. Then there was Lorcan. Well Lorcan was looking at her. 

He was seated across from her and he made no show of looking at her discreetly. His eyes had been on her almost the entirety of the meeting. She had left their rooms earlier than he did to prepare for the day with Aelin and Lysandra, but she had arrived to the council room later than him. As soon as she had entered the room she had felt his attention shift to her and when Elide had seen the expression he wore it had made her stomach tighten. The dress she wore was tighter and more low cut than usual, and semi precious stones decorated the neckline of her dress, drawing attention to the fabric that was absent. Throughout the meeting his looks had slowly been devouring her and Elide dare not hold his stare as she knew she would blush the deepest shade of red she had ever been in her life. Instead she would only steal glances, or look at his large scarred hands that he had clasped before him on the table. 

Elide started a little when Darrow cleared his throat to draw attention back to himself. It seemed that almost everyone else’s mind had wandered as well and no one had noticed when Darrow finished speaking. Aelin looked a little dazed as she stood, as if she had been on the edge of sleep, and said without ceremony, 

“Time for lunch.”

Aelin then led the way out. Rowan was one step behind her and the other court member followed a little slower. Elide stood to follow and turned to speak to Lorcan. She had been so focused on Aelin that she had not noticed him slip from the room. Taking a step she found the magical brace on her ankle, meaning Lorcan mustn’t be far. 

“Did you see where Lorcan went?” Elide asked as she approached Aedion and Lysandra. 

“He looked almost ravenous,” Lysandra said with a smile. “I’m not surprised he left so quickly.”

“Yes,” Aedion said grinning like a fiend, “it looked to me like he was ready to devour whatever was in front of him.” 

Elide felt herself blush a little and shook her head and her two friends practically giggled as they started down the hallway towards where lunch was being served. The three of them had been the last out of the council chamber so no one followed. 

As they walked Elide suddenly found her self without a shoe on her damaged ankle, it had come off so smoothly that she hadn’t noticed until her foot had hit the cool marble floor. Aedion and Lysandra stopped a few steps ahead and gave Elide a questioning look. 

“You go on I’ll catch up,” Elide said and they nodded made their way again towards lunch. Elide then picked up her shoe and walked to the wall so she could lean on the low window sill to attend to her shoe. The laces and everything had come undone, which she was surprised at because she had fixed them quite securely this morning. Elide was about to bend down when she felt someone grab her from behind. Elide let out a small surprised yelp as she was spun and pressed against the wall of a nearby nook. 

“Lorcan,” she hissed as she playfully hit him on his arm, “what are you…” 

Elide’s words were cut off by Lorcan’s lips crashing into hers. She gave in willingly and kissed him back just as fiercely. Lorcan pressed her more firmly against the wall and her hands ventured over his shoulders, his arms, his chest. When they broke apart they were both panting. They looked at each other for a moment but then Lorcan lowered his lips to her cheek, then to her jaw and then to her neck. Elide’s breathing hitched. 

When Lorcan spoke his voice was low and guttural, “This damn dress has been teasing me all morning. I want it gone.” Then he kissed Elide’s neck with enough pressure she knew it would leave a mark.

“Run,” Lorcan said as he pressed another kiss to her neck, lower than the one before. 

“Away,” another kiss. 

“With,” he had reached where her neck and shoulder met now. 

“Me,” Lorcan now peppered kisses on her collarbone that had been left bare by the cut of her neckline. Elide wasn’t sure if she was breathing. 

Their eyes met again and Elide smiled. “Run away? Lorcan, I never picked you to be so dramatic.” 

Elide laughed as Lorcan hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her away. 

~~~~~

Aelin was too full and she needed a nap. At first lunch had revived her, but then she had eaten more and more of it, and now she needed to lie down. She knew that if Darrow started on one of his long winded rants again she would definitely fall asleep. The lords and ladies had started to make their way back to the council chamber. Aelin walked with Rowan, Aedion and Lysandra and she wondered to herself where Elide was. She hadn’t seen her at lunch. As they walked down the hallway Aelin spied something on the floor. As they neared it she stopped. 

“Is that… is that Elide’s shoe?” Aelin asked. Her only answer were the conspirator grins on Aedion and Lysandra’s faces.


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Weak at the knees

Robb Stark x fem!Reader

Words: 1576
Notes: Y/N = your name

(You can read Part 1 here)

Recap: After Robb has seen you in a very private time, the things between you and the Stark degenerate; at least as long as you’ll make it even.

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines


              Right after you had roughly covered yourself with a blanket in a makeshift way, you watched Robb again, still standing there out of breath.

– I am so sorry, Lady Y/N – he pronounced his words very slowly, like he was pondering what to say.

– No, you’re not…  – retorted Arya with a grin on her face. Then you both shut her up shouting, making the direwolves bark again.

The little girl run away giggling from the room, chased by Nymeria, and Robb Stark and you were left alone. There was silence for a while, Grey Wind curled up on the floor with his eyes moving from you to his master; it was like the both of you could hear your hearts racing in your chests. Eventually Robb left without saying a word.

That evening you decided to stay quiet and keep your head down. During dinnertime you ate your meal almost noiselessly, refraining yourself from talking to anyone; you were seated between Bran and Jon, so it wouldn’t be that hard. For his part, Robb seemed to be loud as usual: he talked with Theon, to his mother, then with his father and siblings. He tried to start a conversation even with you, but the scrape happened beforehand was still in your mind and, when he simply asked you – Some more bread? –, you almost choked on your wine. As Bran and Arya found that scene hilarious, Robb looked at you with concern and not because you were coughing your lungs out. – Wine is dripping out of her nose – his little siblings chuckled.

The next morning you were able to avoid any contact with Robb: neither a word nor a glance. Well, maybe you gave him a glimpse or two just to avoid him better… Or to admire him sparring in the practice yard with Theon and Jon, but you always stayed at a safe distance. Nevertheless, when you were about to go back to your needlework session, he met you halfway up the stairs. You grumbled softly, earnestly taking the prospect of throwing yourself into consideration.

– You’ve been avoiding me all day like the chickens do with Shaggydog – he was acting ironic, the tension had to be unbearable for him too. Surely he felt uncomfortable, now you could see it.

– Wait, have you just called me a chicken? – you answered back, a little bit annoyed.

Robb took your hands hastening to fix what he had just said.

– Y/N please, I did not mean to! – and he pulled you towards him.

Now the fabric of your dress overlapped the leather of his jerkin. You could feel your breaths were both heavy but didn’t match, and the sensation of your colliding chests made your emotions even more difficult to hide. When his fingers squeezed yours, you looked up at his eyes and felt your face flushing.

– I’m really asking you to forgive me, – he said firmly, – I shouldn’t have lingered.

– You’re right, you should have not – was your reply that didn’t sound convincing even to you. He indeed didn’t trust that, and his serious expression became a little cheeky.  

Smirking, he lowered his head down to your ear and whispered, in a sexy husky voice – But I’ll never regret it, my Lady.

His breath tickled a pleasant sensation that made you sigh with desire; you could not help that, even if you knew he was just being provocative. When you moved your gaze to his eyes again, however, your heart skipped a beat: there was not a hint of mockery in those blue Tully irises.

– Do you understand what I mean? – Robb asked keeping his voice low.

Unable to answer, you just stared back at him. Unconsciously, your other hand, which was resting on his chest, started to stroke his jerkin, trying to memorize the feeling under the tips of your fingers. To be honest, you always thought he was fond of the steward’s daughter, Jeyne; but now that he was standing so close to you and his scent made you feel so safe, you preyed you had always been wrong.  

– My Lady, – Robb called you back in a whisper, – Breathe…

Suddenly you realized you spaced out without breathing for nearly a minute; you took air in, just as he said.

– Are you alright?

He was smiling at you in delight, knowing perfectly well he was the reason that you were so excited. That hurt your pride, so you put yourself back together and nodded.

– I’d better go, – you said forcing a smile, – Arya detests being left alone with Septa Mordane and your sister.

His hold didn’t loosen, though.

– Robb – you insisted as you could not bear his gaze anymore; but he cut you off.

– Did you understand? – he repeated making you gulp.

Then you said, almost losing your temper, – Do you think I am stupid, Stark?

Perhaps you were too curt with him, because you caught a glimpse of guilt in his stare, but it was too late to retreat. Finally you went away as fast as you could, without looking back, and you ran to the room where the other girls were sewing with the Septa.

– What took you so long? – the youngest Stark daughter exclaimed as you shut the door behind you.


               The night was restless and, waking up the next morning tired and achy, you decided to turn down the ride to the Wolfswood.

– Are you Sure, Y/N? – Jon asked while saddling his horse, – Sansa and Jeyne are coming too.

Without giving you time to say anything, Theon answered him with his typical smirk.

– Leave the chick alone, she fears wolves…

Of course he’s aware, you said to yourself. Why couldn’t Robb choose a more discreet friend? Then you noticed the look Jon gave him, and you understood he knew too. You snorted and gave them both a punch in the arm.

– You’re not an Ironborn, Greyjoy, you’re just an old fish wife – you uttered, – And call me a chicken again and I will kill the three of you.

– Why did you hit me too? – Jon complained rubbing his sore arm, watching you walk away.

Soon after, the group left the castle and you went to your chambers. Unfortunately, spending the whole morning alone turned out to be too boring for you: you couldn’t sleep because the sleepiness seemed to have abandoned you, but you were still too tired to read and embroider. You stayed outside in the Godswood for a while, but you got annoyed; furthermore, you started to feel bad for avoiding Robb again. It was also true that you could not showing up at the woods like that, saying “Hi, I was so stupid not to come with you earlier, but here I am, let’s have fun guys!”, especially since you knew nearly everyone was aware of the circumstances. You had to come up with a plan. After a while you sneaked in Robb’s room and took a pair of his gloves; then you gave order to saddle the horse and went down to the stables, ready to catch up with the others.

The ride was short and you found Sansa and Jeyne settled on several fur rugs, chatting with books open on their lap, and two guards close by. When the red haired girl saw you, she greeted and welcomed you offering some lemon cakes, which you gladly accepted.

– Do you know where the boys are? – you asked eating the last piece of your sweet and, afraid of looking suspicious, you added – I was told to bring Robb his gloves.

– He already wear… – Jeyne was about to rebut, but Sansa cut her off telling you that probably they were hunting not far from there.

– Grey Wind and Ghost are with them too, so Lady can help you to find them – she said then, telling her pretty direwolf to bring you to her brothers. You smiled warmly at her in response and went away following Lady in the Wolfswood.

You didn’t have to walk for long to find Ghost, even if, actually, he was the one who found you. He came close by your leg to be petted and while stroking his head, you noticed the blood all around his mouth. You gulped getting a little bit nervous. Then the white direwolf started to lead you together with Lady. Before long, you met Grey Wind too: he was chewing some pricket entrails, with the remains in front of him; so that was the source of the blood on Ghost’s snout. You were relieved it was just a wild prey and nothing else.

It was in that moment that you heard the sound of laughs and splashing water.

Knelt down behind a shrub, you moved some branches to take a peek at what Jon, Theon and Robb were doing. They were taking a bath in the river, playing like children. They wrestled and splashed each other; even Jon was laughing like never before. But it was Robb’s face that enchanted you: his so happy look, his perfect teeth and lips, his wet auburn curls and toned chest… more than his beauty, however, it was his way of being that was absolutely captivating. Just seeing the smile on his face was enough to melt your heart. He was so stunning that you came to believe the Gods were supposed to have his image.

If the love you felt for him wasn’t enough to make you weak at the knees before, well… now it was.

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Link to the next chapter —> Here  :)


So… I was really sure to end this fic with this part 2, but I was wrong and I am very sorry!

Anyway, don’t worry, I won’t write a poem.

I promise I’m not gonna write more than other 2 chapters.

If it’s not, you can kill me.

Thanks for reading!!

qunaributts  asked:

Psst, if you wanted any of those palette prompts. Kimallura with 37 maybe?

i like to imagine that sometimes after working all day on the protection of whitestone, they go to the tallest point of the city and just watch the sunset together.

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make me choose: asharas → nymeria or needle

There’s this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell.

there's no 'love' in 'airport' - ch1

because i love jily, and i love airport AUs, so why the heck not

    “Are you positive there aren’t any seats left on any other planes?” Lily pleaded, uncomfortably aware of the long line of equally agitated travelers winding it’s way behind her.

    The lady behind the counter sighed, a mix of pity and exasperation, and shook her head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but all flights - cough - to Glasgow have been canceled. The weather outside’s too unpredictable.”

    Lily spun around, gazing out of the large airport windows into hazy white, and groaned. It was snowing harder than it had been when her flight had been announced canceled. “Well, then, when’s the next available flight?”

    The lady typed away on her keyboard as Lily impatiently tapped her foot. She’d promised she would be home for Christmas this year, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t eating her mother’s fruit cake come Christmas day. It wasn’t helping that the lady behind the counter seemed to be only working this shift so as not to die, something Lily was sure was going to happen soon anyway, considering she looked about a hundred and thirty and coughed every few seconds. What someone that age was doing in an airport two days till Christmas, Lily didn’t know. She probably had a weird fetish for crushing young university students’ dreams.

    “Our next flights going out are tomorrow, as the - cough - weather’s slated to clear, but they’re fully booked. We have one early morning Christmas - cough - day.”

    “I have to be home before Christmas! Not Christmas day!” Lily could feel the annoyed glances of the people behind her in line, but she couldn’t care less. There was no way she’d be late for Christmas.

    “The flight’s only an hour and twenty minutes - cough - Ma’am.”

    “I don’t care.”

    “There’s nothing more - cough - I can do.”

    “Getting some cough lozenges would be a good way to start,” Lily muttered under her breath, picking up her backpack from the ground and slinging it around her shoulder. “Thank you ever so much for the help,” she said, stalking out of line.

    Logically, she knew, none of this was Mrs. Cough-a-Lot’s fault, but Lily had to vent her feelings at someone. She was out of options. The money she had in her purse was ample to buy her food for a few days, maybe pay half the rent of a car to drive her way to Glasgow tomorrow. Vowing to think of something, she made her way to the gate, groaning as she approached. There was not a single seat free - it seemed everyone was in the same situation as her. There was a man in the corner using an entire seat for his briefcase, but he was large, scary-looking, and angrily talking on the phone in German. Lily chose to make for the food court instead - London-Heathrow was big. She was sure to find space somewhere, and if not, she could always browse the shops. Maybe buy herself some comforting chocolate.

    Ordering a tall cup of coffee and buying sandwich, Lily practically ran for the last empty table at the court, plopping her bag down onto the table and sinking into the chair. She unwrapped the sandwich, taking a large bite before promptly spitting it out into a napkin.

    “Disgusting.” She settled for a book she’d brought along for the plane ride - Pride and Prejudice - and immersed herself, almost missing the barista call her name for coffee. Keeping one eye on her table and backpack, Lily picked up her coffee - thankfully not disgusting - and sat back down, reopening her book.

    Peace didn’t last for long.

    “Ahem. Excuse me?”

    Biting back a groan, Lily lifted her head to see a man about her age staring at her, albeit sheepishly. He was tall - much taller than her rather small frame - with annoyingly messy hair, hazel eyes, and large glasses. In one hand he carried a coffee, tucked under his other arm was a laptop, and on his back was a backpack. He looked like every other college boy she’d ever seen - though, admittedly, quite a bit better looking.

    “Yes?”

    “D'you mind if I sit here? There’re no other tables, and you look a lot friendlier than that man over there angrily eating his scone.” He grinned.

    Lily had half a mind to give him a clipped “no” and continue reading, but something in the man’s hopeful expression made her nod. “Yeah, sure, of course.”

    “Great. Thanks.” He slid into the seat across from her, setting his coffee and laptop down. “So, where’re you going this fine night?”

    The last thing Lily, in her incessant self-pity, wanted to do was make small talk, but it seemed rude not to answer the question. “Well, I was supposed to be going to Glasgow, but my flight got canceled.”

    “Ah. Scottish. You have the hair, but not the accent.”

    “I was born in Scotland, but my parents moved us to London when I was three. They just moved back when I left the house to go to uni.” Why was she telling this man her life story? Blushing, Lily lowered her head back into her book. No need to be polite when she’d never see this man again, she reasoned.

    “I’m going to Glasgow too.”

    “Really?” Lily asked behind the book.

    “Yeah. My parents have a home there.”

    At this, Lily raised an eyebrow, lowering her book. “Trying to impress me with tales of how rich your family is, eh?”

    It was the man’s turn to blush. “What? No. No. I was just explaining.”

    “Uh huh.”

    “Honest. Swear to god.”

    “Alright.” Lily couldn’t keep a little smile from making an appearance on her lips.

    “Aha! I got you to smile! I’ll tell you a secret - half the reason I came over here was because you looked so damn miserable.”

    “How chivalrous of you.”

    “It is, isn’t it?” he laughed. “I’m James, by the way.”

    “Lily.” Lily put her book down. Wallowing in self-pity was all good, but if she was going to be stuck in this stupid airport, it would be nice to have a friend.

    “So, have you called your folks about the delay yet? My Mum was not happy about me not being home till Christmas - though I did tell her I hadn’t bought the ticket for that flight yet. Stinks though, doesn’t it, that the only open flight’s Christmas day?”

    “I actually haven’t, yet,” Lily admitted. She’d been trying to avoid that particular phone call, reasoning that if she found another way to get home, she’d be able to make it home before Christmas Day, though a little later than before.

    “Hey! I’ve got an idea!” James exclaimed, “How much money do you have?”

    “Excuse me?”

    “How much money do you have with you?”

    “Why? So you can take it from me? I bet you’re actually a con artist,” Lily teased, taking a sip of coffee.

    James laughed. “If I was a con artist, I wouldn’t be targeting sad looking girls at airports. Or - wait - I probably would be. But that’s not the point, because I’m not. I mean, I bet if we pooled our money together, we could rent a car and drive to Glasgow. It’s really not that far, and the weather’s supposed to clear up tomorrow.”

    “You could be a serial killer.”

    “They all say that,” James sighed, grinning at Lily’s raised eyebrows. “Joking. Joking.”

    “Really, though, I don’t even know you.”

    “But you want to get home before Christmas.”

    “Yes… But I don’t know you.” In a perfect world, where serial killers and rapists didn’t exist - Lily would have taken the offer in a second. Together, they would definitely have been able to pay for a car, and she was anxious to get home in time. James seemed nice, charming, in fact, but she’d read enough books to know that was exactly what serial killers were like. Either that, or unabashedly creepy.

    “But, you want to get home before Christmas.”

    “I took Karate for ten years.”

    “Is that a yes?”

    “Fine.” Lily could already tell she was going to regret this.