#Lucian Fic

[devildomwriter]

A Glimpse at the Future | Lucifer x Reader

.7K Words | GN! Reader | CW: Children

Lucifer sighed as he saw the smoke slip into his room from beneath his door. Now what had his brothers done? Enough of these pranks already he was tired.

Lucifer walked through the black clouds of smoke unbothered and shielded himself with magic, prepared to open the door to mayhem.

Lucifer swung the door open, glaring, but to his surprise, nothing was there. No brothers, no smoke, no surprise trap.

Lucifer looked puzzled and looked behind him, the room he only just left had changed drastically and he heard a small cough in front of him.

Lucifer looked down and saw a young boy with black hair, parted just like his.

“What’s this,” he asked himself and the boy looked sheepish and held up papers.

Lucifer took them, hoping it may offer some explanation, and read them over carefully.

They did explain things but not everything. The date on the paper was twelve years from his present, and the name at the top was neatly written as Lucious Morningstar.

Lucious looked at him nervously and Lucifer relaxed and smiled.

He smiled at whom he understood was his son and ruffled his hair. Lucious looked surprised but beamed in joy when his father grinned and praised his score.

“Excellent job, Lucious,” he said warmly and handed the papers back.

Lucious cheered to himself and ran towards the dining room.

Lucifer followed cautiously. He wasn’t sure how he got to the future or if this was some grand illusion of his desires but he wanted to explore it either way.

He walked in hand over his chest in surprise to see you setting the table for five.

The House of Lamentation was much quieter, it seemed none of his brothers still lived there. He wasn’t sure if that was his greatest dream or if it was the fact you were there still.

You locked eyes with him and smiled, welcoming him home early.

Lucifer grinned and decided he would play along.

You walked up to him and kissed his cheek, Lucifer wrapped his arms around you and held you in a hug for a long time.

“Aww, did you miss me?” You asked him, chuckling,

Lucifer nodded, “more than you know.”

You looked concerned for a moment, “was work rough today?”

“You could say that…” Lucifer said. This was half true as in the present he’d been doing paperwork to make up for Diavolo wasting time on a grand prank.

Lucifer looked around the room and you led him to his chair. He shook his head and pulled out the chair for you. You blushed and sat down as he scooted you back into the table and took his own seat.

“So…how was everyone’s day?” He asked you and the three children.

“Good!” Lucious exclaimed.

“It was fine,” the girl chimed in quietly and the youngest boy nodded.

The girl had long black hair with a white streak and the youngest boy had fully black hair and his eyes resembled yours.

Lucifer grinned and together the five of you ate the soup you’d made.

You watched Lucifer and smiled. Something was different about him but you decided you’d ask him later.

After he was finished eating, Lucifer saw smoke in the corner of his eyes and frowned. He looked at you one last time and promised, “I’ll see you again soon.”

“Lucifer?” You asked, worried, and stood up abruptly. Suddenly your husband disappeared and the door to the dining room opened.

Lucifer looked puzzled as he looked at his partner and children, all surprised and anxious.

“D-daddy!” Lucian exclaimed and ran to him, hugging him tightly.

“Lucifer what just happened?” You asked, frightened.

He blinked, befuddled, and then began to laugh, “Ah, it was today was it?”

You gave him a confused expression and he sat down to explain.

“Twelve years ago a prank pulled by Satan and Belphie backfired and sent me to the future…the Lucifer you just spoke with was me from many years ago.”

You gasped and your children were equally shocked.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Lucille commented and Lucifer nodded.

“Of course not, if I grew old I’d leave you behind and I don’t intend to do that.” He explained calmly.

You nodded and sighed in relief and in wonder. So all this time Lucifer knew you’d be together with children. Perhaps that’s why he suddenly had more confidence than usual. You checked the calendar and grinned. Twelve years ago exactly had been the day he asked you to marry him. Unlike how he usually behaved it was out of the blue, simple, and a little rushed. You hadn’t minded though, because it meant you’d spend eternity with him.

[nerdieforpedro]

What I want from you

Lucian Flores x plus size female reader

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 430

Summary: Lucian has wanted many things from you over the years, can he have any of them?

Warnings: Infidelity, angst, unprotected P in V, that gold chain, riding, soft Lucian? (Did I make this scamp soft? What am I doing?)

Notes: Felt I should add something to the Lucian Flores fanfic pile. I was going for more smut but it didn’t quite go there. I like the pensive mood of it. ☺️ Didn’t beta it so all mistakes are mine.

Special note: I edited this with a Masterlist for the mini-series and did a new graphic for it. 🥸

Main Masterlist / Lucian Flores Masterlist/ What we’ve both wanted Masterlist

His feet took him to you each time but you placed different people between the two of you. It’s been a year since he’s been inside your home, having you pressed up against your headboard while your husband was away on some financial conference again. He normally left you at home, desperate for affection. He remembered bracing you with one arm wedged across your belly, between your heavy breasts. The marks on your back were a mix of your own stretched skin and both from his hands pressing into your body. Your bodies writhing together in heated movements as he called your name and you moaned his. After, he’d request you lay across him, thick leg draped over him, hand on his chest, lips to his neck. He knew he could stay overnight, that your husband wouldn’t be home, but it wasn’t his house. He would have one like this for you one day. As long as he got his break soon.

A short rest was all the two of you needed and you’d have his chain in your mouth straddling him before sinking down on his length. Watching you press your full weight on him, cupping his face with your thumbs opening his mouth to hear him pant for you. Never would he allow another woman’s hands in his mouth or have hers on his gold chain.

Lucian had been willing to give it to you long before that man placed a ring on your finger. He hadn’t been stable then, his films just barely broke even. He couldn’t achieve his vision, not yet. He wanted to do it with you, always encouraging him, telling him he could make it, people would want to see his work. With you, your voice could have taken you so far, but you settled for accounting - respectable but not you. Not as Lucian remembered you.

He stands at your door now, aware of your new address after your divorce with that man who tried to snuff out your light as he saw it. He would tell all the things he wanted to back them both before your marriage and during it. Make you understand, make a home with you.

Answering your door in a black cotton nightgown and meeting his gaze, he stood on your threshold waiting.

Would you let him in? Let him love you?

Is Lucian capable of it with you being unattached?

Ushering him inside and closing your front door, the two of you might decide to begin a path together if you can get back out of the bed.

Part Two

Followers of that Gold chain glow 🌟: @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @trulybetty @morallyinept

@magpiepills @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @saturn-rings-writes @soft-girl-musings

[sister-lucifer]

Royal Courting: The King’s Summon: A Preview

[A brief peek at the first chapter of The King’s Summon, in which Lucian converses with a dear friend.]

[This is not beta read, please let me know if you see any typos.]

Lucian pauses as he takes a look around his bakery. He stops and leans against the counter, taking a moment to admire the scene. 

The morning sun comes in rays through the windows, sunning his plants and warming the wood floors. The spring breeze meanders through the open door and just barely rustles his hair about his round cheeks. The distant sound of horseshoes on the path and the other businesses opening their doors signals the awakening of a bustling town. The— 

“Mr. Hensley! Mr. Hensley!” 

Lucian turns quickly to the sound of clattering and a call of his name outside his bakery, followed shortly by a bleat of surprise. He has only a moment to process before his first arrival in standing in the doorway, his dark hair bouncing in sweet curls around his flushed face and little tail flicking quickly to and fro as he recovers from his crash, bike now laying against the side of the building. 

“Oh, Callum,” Lucian sighs, rushing to the boy to brush the dirt from his sleeves, “You have to be careful! Your mother spent a lot of money on this uniform, there’s no telling how much that school will make her pay for another…”

The young faun only blinks up at him with wide blue eyes. He shakes some leaves from his unkempt hair and the fur of his ears before holding out the hot mug he’s brought with him, wrapped in a cloth to keep it from burning his hands.

“Here, Mr. Hensley. Your coffee.” 

Lucian’s eyes soften as he takes the mug, removing the covering from the top and watching the steam rise. 

“Thank you, Callum.” 

The mug is set aside to cool for now, and Lucian quickly returns his attention to the faun boy who’s just collided with his bakery. 

“You’re not hurt, are you?” He asks, plucking a stubborn twig from Callum’s nest of hair and rubbing over a scratch on the fresh nubs of his horns. 

“No, I’m okay,” Callum replies quickly, brushing off his uniform jacket, “Just in a rush. I woke up late, that’s all. I grabbed my books and I was out the door, I didn’t even have to eat breakfast…” 

“…Is that why you’ve left home without shoes?” 

Callum pauses and looks down, groaning at the sight of his bare hooves on the wood floors.

“Aw, man! I’m gonna get an earful from the headmaster…” 

Lucian feels a bit bad for giggling at the boy’s plight, but he can’t help it. He misses when his problems were that simple. 

“You don’t have to bring me coffee every day, you know. I appreciate it, but I’ll survive without it,” Lucian assures him.

“Yeah, I know,” Callum replies with a shrug, absentmindedly toying with the leaves of one of Lucian’s plants, “But Ma says it’s a nice thing to do, especially since you don’t have magic.”

“Oh, well—“

“She says that making coffee ‘n’ stuff without magic takes a lot of time that you don’t have, since you have to work so hard and stuff. Is that true?”

“Er, y-yes, but—“ 

“She wonders how you do anything without magic, yanno. She says it’s really impressive that this place has stayed open so long when you—“ 

“Callum! I mean…I understand, Callum. Thank you. Here…”

Lucian takes a loaf of bread from his display, handing it to the boy with haste. 

“Can’t have you going on an empty stomach. Run along, and quickly, you’re already running late.” 

Callum takes the bread without hesitation, immediately digging in and thanking Lucian through a mouthful of it. In an instant he’s out the door and back on his bike, disappearing down the path. Lucian watches him go only until he’s sure he won’t crash once more. 

[This is a work of original fiction. You can find out more here. Feedback is always highly encouraged and appreciated.]

dividers by @cafekitsune

[magalidragon]

the things we left behind | a Jonerys AU | moodboard

“I have loved you for so long I don’t remember what my life was like before my heart was yours. It’s changed over the years. But I’ve loved you as a friend, an enemy, a lover.”

“You love me, you idiot. You’ve loved me since we were kids. You loved me even when I broke your trust. You loved me after I fixed it. You still love me.”

For @youwerenevermine and all my Lucian x Sloane fans out there from Lucy Score’s The Things We Left Behind. 💜

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

30 Days of November

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @partiallypearl

7. Mysterious

As Halloween wound down, Kendall couldn't shake the weird feeling that had built up in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was dread or getting sick, but he was groggy, and his mind was hazy.

Kendall Donald Knight refuses to believe in tarot cards. He couldn't understand why Ronnie liked them. He wasn't going to protest and whine as she dragged him over to the apartment of her newest friend. Lucian was a novelist who specialized in horror novels, or he was an up-and-coming novelist. A decal with the moon's phases was stuck to the front of the white door. He lived on the sixth floor. He was uncomfortable, but for some reason, he felt awkward. It wasn't that he didn't want Ronnie to hang out with other guys because it would be stupid of him to think that way when his friends hang out with her.

A boy with purple hair opened the door. He wore a red and black striped sweater that made Kendall think of Freddy Krueger. An earthy scent wafted from his apartment, and over his shoulder, the blonde swore he saw smoke. Lucian's eyes were wide like a doe's, and his face lit up when he saw them. He ushered the couple inside, and a kettle on the stove whistled.

"Tea?" Lucian asked as he shut the stove off and grabbed a mug from the cupboard overhead.

"Oh- " Ronnie's eyes lit up. "What kinds do you have?"

Kendall's eyes were drawn to the small, circular table in the middle of the living room. A purple tablecloth patterned with something mystical in gold thread was thrown over it. Atop the surface sat a box and a set of China cups. By the open window, he noticed a burning stick of incense. He wondered how Bitters let him do that. He knew almost immediately that the songwriter brought him for a tarot reading, but he wasn't irked by it for some reason.

"Alright," Lucian pulled out one of the chairs. "What are you looking for? What kind of reading are we doing?"

Kendall looked at Ronnie with suspicion. She tapped her feet gently on the carpeted floor, fidgeting with the drawstrings of her yellow sweatshirt. She knit her brows together in confusion.

"Okay, then..." Lucian opened the box on the table. The steam from the cops of tea billowed and mixed with the incense smoke in the room. Kendall could smell a hint of lavender. "I can just pull the cards and see what I see."

He did an overhand shuffle, and out came five cards: Three of Cups reversed: The Hermit, The Magician, The World, and Two of Cups. Kendall quirked a brow. He didn't understand what it meant, but Ronnie leaned forward.

"Huh." Lucian stared at the cards curiously and tapped his finger against the table. "This is... weird."

"Weird? Weird how? What do you mean?" Kendall's anxiety spiked.

"For starters," Lucian pointed to The Magician card. "Trust yourself, trust your feelings. You know what's best for yourself. In this situation..." He glanced between Ronnie and Kendall. "I'd say listen to how you feel. It's almost always right."

"Then we have The Hermit." Lucian pointed to the card. It depicted a man in a black robe holding a lantern. "Give it time; don't force anything to happen."

"Okay... So, this is proving that it's nonsense." Kendall leaned back with a smug look on his face.

"Kendall!" Ronnie smacked his arm.

"Then we have Three of Cups reversed. There could be something causing a rift between you and someone you love, which segways into Two of Cups, expressing... how much you care about each other." Lucian smiled awkwardly.

"How much do we care about each other?" Kendall scoffed. His posture shifted, and he leaned forward.

"You say that as if we're not friends." Ronnie rolled her eyes.

Lucian leaned back and looked between the cards at Kendall and Ronnie. Suddenly, the pieces were placed in his head, and a metaphorical light bulb went off. He gasped and snapped his fingers.

"You two like each other!"

[wingedflight]

3SF: Narnia, Lucy/Caspian, you’re so gorgeous/i can’t say anything to your face/cause look at your face

The first time Lucy sees him, this Telmarine prince, this soon-to-be Narnian king, her heart skips a beat; it's embarrassing, considering how many years she's lived in her heart if not in her body, that she could still find someone that young so... interesting. But she's too young for him, the way she looks now, and he doesn't look at her the same way she looks at him, and so Lucy packs up that longing and puts it away until a dark and lonely night in England when she can reflect back on this young and dashing prince and imagine what could have been.

And then: a painting, a flood, an ocean rescue, and suddenly Lucy is dripping on a deck in the middle of the Eastern Sea and Caspian is there again--and this time, he looks at her, and blushes, and looks away.

2024 Three Sentence Ficathon

[avocado-writing]

Uhm could you tell us about your Lucian A/B/O idea? If you want to of course ❤️

WELL there’s one where your packs merge and you’re both alphas, but there’s a bit of friction bc a clan shouldn’t have two people leading it. So one day the two of you decide to duke it out in wolf form for dominance but you just end up fucking bc you have all of this unresolved sexual tension. Then decide maybe a pack can have two alphas if you’re a mated pair lol

then a more typical a/b/o one, you’re a newly turned omega werewolf and Lucian saves you from a vampire attack and takes you in so his pack can look after you. You’re shy and a bit overwhelmed but slowly realise you’re meant to be together, not just because of your typings but because you’ve fallen in love 💕

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Slytherin Vs Gryffindor

Seekers: Malfoy vs Potter

Chasers: Flint, Nott, Pucey Vs Bell, Spinnet, Johnson

Beaters: Zabini, Bole Vs Weasley, Weasley

Keepers: Bletchley Vs Wood

[lumilasi]

Finally, it is time to post this one. I held off until I reach the point in the story this AU design is for, where his face is revealed (as I'll be adding this at the end of the chapter).

This was pretty easy to make, as I just repurposed what I'd already made for his canonical story, just changed the outfit for him. (Side note; The resurrection form is actually from Angus' blood-sage battle form. Since Lucian is his doppleganger demon in their actual story, I could just utilize that for it)

Hopefully I can get back to Spooktober now, that I've finally reached this point in this story I was really looking forward to lol

[kalira]

Slipping the Leash

Written for @whumptober Day 1! (Prompt: Search Party)

T; 2.1k Lucian/Sonja

In the wake of the Lycans' escape, the Death Dealers are sent hunting - Sonja finds something that could, perhaps, in another world, have been a friendship, and escapes her own cage.

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

Underworld, Sonja/Lucien, Wildness on the loose

wildness on the loose

(the prompt just felt right for the title lol)

rating: M

word count: 1888

content: werewolf sex, body transformation, pregnancy/pregnant sex

summary: But it is here, in this cavern deep within one of the mountains, that they are able to steal a little bit of peace for themselves. Like a mated pair of nesting wolves, they come here to sleep, to talk, to listen to the sound of life growing inside her. Sometimes they are too weary, and they lay curled up together, whispering to each other until they drift off. And then there are nights like tonight. When it’s been too long and the want has built up too much.

[charlottedabookworm]

fic idea where eos, storm and ash are continents on the same world but obviously theres still a decent amount of ocean between eos and storm & ash and anyway joshua's illness is getting worse (cos he keeps using his powers to help people) and elwin is v worried and the physickers can't help except

except they say that one of the oracles of the flueret may be able to do something, to give joshua more time

and elwin, cos he is a good dad as well as the archduke, ships himself and both of his sons off to eos with the smallest guard they can manage - leaving poor byron in charge while he's gone lol - and rocks up to tenebrae

niflheim notices of course but they aren't actually in a position to start conquering across the ocean yet and it's not uncommon for people to cross the sea in search of the oracles powers and so they do nothing

anyway fast forward a week or two and regis shows up with baby noctis in his wheelchair and sylvia pulls him aside to mention the rosarians are here and frankly noct and joshua are the same age and getting on great, luna is loving spending time with both of them, and clive despite being only like a year older than luna is big brothering all of them while also challenging ravus to spars and just generally being clive

[nerdieforpedro]

Filthy Hooligans

Lucian Flores x female reader

This fanfiction and my entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Lucian Flores Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Showing up at Lucian's place at 3 am only means one thing. You both know it.

Warnings: Reader (nickname is cupcake) and Lucian are filthy, moisture, smoking, teasing, reference to public sex, exhibitionist behavior, fingering, 2 ass slaps (I think), unprotected P in V (wrap it people!), finger sucking

Notes: I came home from work last night. Fully intended to work on like 4 other WIPs I have. Fell asleep in my chair after eating something in my scrubs, woke up at 3 am. Wrote this, sent it to @musings-of-a-rose to read to over. And here were are. I hope I got the scuzz right. 👀

“I didn’t realize you were full of such bullshit Flores.”

“You’re not going to take that tone with me. I’m telling you not to come here anymore.”

“Is that why you opened the door for me, because I shouldn’t come here anymore?”

It’s your damn mouth. You always have something to say, you can never just accept an answer. Always questioning, always saying something. He needs you to understand that he isn’t saying this because he wants to. Any man in their right mind would enjoy a visit from you at 3 a.m. in nothing but a crimson silk nightgown, black kitten heels and that long black peacoat he remembered buying for you even though you said it was too much. Things are a little too heated right now, he needs to lay low and not have people coming to and from except family, which you care clearly not. Everything about you is loud, which he enjoys. Immensely, finds it entertaining, but not now. 

“I opened the door because I can’t have you causing a scene in my building. I don’t need this shit right now.” Flores is barefoot and pacing. The door man knows you downstairs, he’s one of his people who knows you visit usually at night several times a week. He shouldn’t have let you in, Lucian doesn't remember off hand if he told him or not. He needs to follow up on that later. 

He always has a slight sheen to him, no matter if it’s cold or warm or he’s actually inside. Hair lightly damp around the edges but still curly on top. His small soft belly jiggles over the top of his gray sweatpants he normally sleeps in. A hand at his temple, massaging it, while his other one holds his cigarette, half ash and falling onto the floor. He’s aware that this isn’t his usual calm, collected and suave self. 

“Seems like you need my mouth after all Lucian.” You’re starting your game. Calling his name like that, kicking off your heels, running your cool hands across his heated back. It feels too good. He stops pacing for a moment. “Lu, please. I’ll take care of you and then go.” The idea floats in his mind. To let you do it, have that hot moist mouth of yours, he can lay his head against the back of his couch and not worry about anything while you work. Kissing, sucking, licking, smearing, worshiping at the altar he has between his legs. “Lu-cian~ Lu baby…” Your voice is deepening raspy, lips on the back of his neck, fingers tracing the gold chain that has become his signature over the years. Once he feels your tongue where his hairline starts, he turns to grab your wrists, not too hard, but so you’ll stop. 

“You damn siren! Just fucking listen. You. Need. To. Go. Do not come back until I call for you. I mean it cupcake.” Releasing you he curses. This is not what he needs right not, to be worrying about you. Flores needs to be focused on a plan to get out of the mess, find where the leak is. One of the boys messed up, he needed to know which one. He expects to hear you storm out, welcomes it because then he can focus. 

“Lucy~” Dammit, he hates when you call him that. It pisses him off, you know it does. He can’t engage. He’ll fall for the trick you’re trying to pull on him. Sticking his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, he goes over to his kitchen and gets a drink of water, gulping it down. Trickles of it slide down his neck, he knows it’s hitting the vein you like to nibble and suck on when you ride him. He’s been half-swollen since you banged on his door. He knew what you came here for, the same thing you’d been coming for the last three months. Lucian doesn’t expect your next move though, to have your silk, up around your waist, you on your knees facing the back of the couch and opening yourself for him. “Lucian, fill me once. Once and I’ll go.” His hands hold tight onto the sides of his marble kitchen island. Watching you. You’re just as bad as he is. 

The two of you have been like this since the Burger King parking lot in your car. You’d pulled him in, got on top of him, rode him, told him you liked his gold chain and used a marker you found in your glove box to write your number on his arm. Well you tried to, he was too sweaty once you two finished so that was a good laugh. There was a speed warning ticket that you tore in half and you both exchanged numbers. You were sure your phone was somewhere in your car. He was going to meet his guys to check in and see how collections were going, you said you were going to pick your mother up and take her to the grocery store. Filth to match his grime. Different locations, indoors and outdoors. At times, ripped and stained clothing was all you two parted with. His sweat on your body, lipstick on his chest and neck. Sometimes he wouldn’t wipe it off before he went to his next stop, showing off what he’d been up to.

Flores took his time in walking over to you, watching you wiggle your ass for him. When he was behind you, he spread your thighs wider and inserted two fingers in your dripping cunt, curling them to have you call his name louder. “They slid right the hell in didn’t they? Only been two days since I was last in this pussy. You already want it filled again, don’t you cupcake?” You look over your shoulder and whine, he uses his free hands to swat your ass. 

“Hell yes Lucian. I want to leave dripping again.” You grind on his fingers, making him start to pump into you slowly. “Give me your thick cock and stain me again.” A single kiss to the back of your neck is all that Lucian gives you before removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He feels you spread, groaning from finally having what you want. His hands take hold of your hips but doesn’t move yet.

“I mean it cupcake. You don’t show up here again without me calling you.” He feels you pushing your hips back and he pinches your hips making you yelp. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” His grip starts to loosen and you feel him pulling out of you.

“Yes! Yes Lucian I understand. Damn. I won’t be here unless you call.” Said almost too quickly to understand, Flores chuckles before making his hips flush with yours, bottoming out within you.

“You’ll only listen with my cock inside of you, it figures, cupcake.” The growl Lucian releases as his pace quickens, has your thighs dripping with your slick and his pre-cum. You’re slumped over the back of the couch, writhing your hips in tune with his. Flores has an idea and takes your elbows in his hands instead of your hips, pounding that much harder into you. 

“I’ll listen to whatever you say with this cock of your Lucian,” Your head hands toward your chest, your moans are turning into squeals. He muttered soft curses in between his grunts, releasing one of your arms, placing his hand on your chest, then sliding it up to your neck. 

“Will you now? My dirty cupcake, suck my fingers. Maybe I jerked off before you got here.” He commanded. His palm was now on your chin as he inserted three fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. He felt your walls starting to quiver and knew with his throbs he wasn’t too far off either. With several haphazard thrusts, Lucian gave you your filling as requested. It warmed you from the inside, churned inside of you. The loss was felt when he pulled out this time, removing his fingers from your mouth and pulling his sweatpants back up. He saw you close your legs and stagger when standing up, he debated helping you, assisting you with your shoes, but not your coat. Before you closed it, trickles of his come were visible on your thighs. He smirked. 

You wobbled a bit but found your footing on the way to the door. “Don’t wait too long to call Flores. I may have to get some other filling if you’re going to holed up here.” The way you smiled told him that you actually would seek out a replacement for him. The corners of his mouth turned downward.

“You see if they’ll make you wobble like that. I doubt they will cupcake. You’ll be missing this dick. If you don’t answer, there’s plenty of pussy out here.” Lucian took his pack out of his pocket and lighter, firing up another cigarette. The small flame glowed against the visible sheen of his skin and his gold chain that you’ve never seen him without. His lips around the stick making a small ‘o’ as he inhaled, holding it in before his released the smoke from his nostrils, tilting his chin up.

“I’ll probably have to try a few before I find another good fit. And I don’t know what other woman you’d be able to find that can get wet enough to handle you. See you Lu~” He watched you walk out the door and down the hallway to the elevator. You blew him a kiss and he nodded before stepping back into his apartment and plopping down on the couch. He took a long drag of his cigarette and sighed, exhaling the smoke again. He’d need to figure out the leak sooner rather than later, he’s not willing to have blue balls over this shit.

The beads of sweat on Lucian's neck 💦: @laurfilijames @avastrasposts @maggiemayhemnj @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept @trulybetty @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @rhoorl @linzels-blog @yorksgirl @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @magpiepills @alltheglitterandtheroar @beefrobeefcal @pamasaur @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @theywhowriteandknowthings @gasolinerainbowpuddles @megamindsecretlair @daddy-dins-girl @readingiskeepingmegoing @guelyury @missladym1981 @heareball @sin-djarin @gwendibleywrites @katw474 @immarocketman @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

[magalidragon]

we will always have the weirwood tree | chapter 1: leaves

It’s here! Happy birthday again @youwerenevermine ! Enjoy!

Daenerys was nothing, if not passionate.

Especially for the ones she loved.

And he hated her for it.

It was that same passion that betrayed him.

And he couldn't forgive that. Jon Snow never forgave and he never forgot.

Plus, she was the epitome of Before. And the reason for After.

[finerandbonnier]

The Adjustive Writer

Chapter Six of Lucian, just before the fall

[AO3]

A totally unrelated series of recollections, half remember truths, and outright fabrications regarding London shortly before the event that would come to be known as the Fall and that hold no greater meaning or significance.

The writer picked up her pen, held it to the page long enough to leave an ugly black spot then put it down again. She was no stranger to writer’s block. What writer is? But this was different, she wasn’t stumbling over characterisation or motive or what new disaster to subject the newly wedded Mrs Overhardt to. For once in her life, she knew exactly what to write. She just didn’t know why.

This was an unheard-of problem for the writer, who had previously always had a reason for what she penned. Money and catharsis were her two main staples. Neither applied here. The characters were, for once, not based off a relative or society acquaintance who had irritated her; they had sprung fully formed into her mind. And certainly no magazine in London would pay her for a story about a romantic relationship between two men. Still the call to write was irresistible and her hand unconsciously reached for the pen again.

A writing exercise then, she thought, and nothing more.

He glanced at the door knowing his lover should have been back far earlier. How typical of him, he thought. This was sadly not an uncommon situation for the man; many a previous evening had been spent like this. His partner off galivanting about the city. Him left behind waiting at home.

Earlier in the evening he had tried to distract his racing mind by throwing himself into cleaning the small living space the pair rented. Now he sat in wait for the tell-tale sound of a key turning in the lock that would announce his love’s return. Without the diversion of physical activity his mind shifted to thoughts of home. He’d travelled so far based only on the strength of his affection. What if it had been misplaced?

There was not much to like about his current lodgings beyond the man he shared them with. The rooms were cramped and frequently damp. The landlady short tempered. The city paled, often literally, in comparison with his homeland. He missed it terribly. Perhaps he would have been happier had he stayed there.

The sound of movement at the door roused the man from his reverie with a start. He leapt toward it just in time to catch the handle and prevent it from slamming into the wall as the door swung open. There stood in the threshold was the one he’d been waiting for, a little worse for wear perhaps and stinking of alcohol but safe and unharmed. The smile that stretched across that bewhiskered face was drunken but no less loving for it. His partner stepped through the door from the darkened hallway and into the candlelight of the room. Without a word he embraced his patient lover and swept him into a kiss. Hands gripped tight onto clothing as they lingered far longer in each other’s arms than they should have, neither willing to part.

The pair stepped further into the room; the door nudged shut with an idle flick of a foot. All worry and homesickness had fled the instant they were reunited.

Parting from the kiss but remaining so close he could feel the other’s breath heavy on his lips the man finally broke the silence. “What time do you call this?” he asked.

His love’s grin widened even further. “Did I worry you? You’ve got that look on your face that says you’ve been moping. Good god, you even tidied up! It must have been dire.”

“I’m fine, I just – I do worry about you. It’s hard not to the way you charge about sticking your nose into things that don’t concern you.”

“Occupational hazard with a nose as large as mine. Now where have you put my cards? Don’t tell me you’ve packed them away.” He began rummaging through drawers and cupboards, pulling the freshly tidied items out haphazardly and returning the room to its natural state of chaos. Turning from his enterprise to look over his shoulder at his lover he added, “I’ll always return to you, you know that right? I didn’t drag you halfway across the world just to abandon you.”

“You can’t possibly promise that.”

“Yes, I can.” He spoke with a finality that would brook no argument no matter how much one might want to point out the cold rational impossibility of what he was saying. “Now, how about a nightcap before bed, I think we’ve both had a long evening?”

The man nodded his assent and the other pulled a bottle of whiskey from the back of the drawer and collected two glasses from the sideboard. He poured a generous measure into each glass and handed one of them to his partner who knocked most of the measure back with barely a grimace before speaking.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Hmm, no. Total dead end, nothing interesting at the palace at all and after I took such a risk getting in. It’s strange, I was so sure I was onto something.”

“Well, perhaps that’s for the best.”

The two stood in silence for the minute or so it took to finish their drinks. There was no need for words. Then, with the alcohol gently warming their stomachs, they retired to bed together where they would remain until the sun rose and the demands of the new day stirred them from their slumber.

Satisfied she had gotten whatever compulsion had possessed her out of her system the writer picked up the paper and carried it over to the fireplace. There she consigned it to the dim flames. For a few seconds it seemed the paper would not light and it lay there instead, suspended in time; the flames licking around it and over it but not consuming it. Then the spell broke and all at once the paper took and burst into brilliant flame, burned to ashes in an instance as though it were flash paper. No, the writer realised as she peered into the grate, not burned to ashes. For there were no ashes. The flames had completely devoured her writing leaving no trace.

[velnica]

Singing Along Ch 6 - I wish I may, I wish I might

Fandom: FFXIV

Ship: Sanson/Guydelot

Tags: Modern AU/University, Falling in Love, Meet Cute

Rating: Explicit (later chapters)

Inviting Guydelot over for Starlight had been done on a whim, and Sanson could never have anticipated the ease in which his roommate slipped into his life. His family, of course, was not helping matters in the slightest.

“Would you like me to come with you to the aged care?” Guydelot asked as he returned to the living room.

Sanson’s first reaction was to say no; the part of him that desperately wanted to flee rearing its head once more. But the other, more rational part of his head butted in just in time, reminding him that he did invite Guydelot here in the first place, and he shouldn’t push the man away just because his head—and heart—was a tangled mess. He tried to keep his voice neutral.

“Sure, unless mum needs help setting up the dodo?”

She checked her watch. “I was going to wait until your uncle comes; he shouldn’t be too far away now. But, if you’d like to offer, I wouldn’t say no either.”

The Elezen held his chin like he was thinking, though his grin confirmed it was all an act. “Tough choice, beautiful lady or her equally cute son?” Yvaine giggled while Sanson rolled his eyes, a tell-tale pink tinge colouring his cheeks. “Forgive me, my lady, but alas another important task calls and pulls me away from your beautiful visage,” Guydelot claimed exaggeratedly as he bowed to the woman. Sanson sighed. Beholden to his whims indeed.

Perhaps he was already part of those whims.