#Lucien is the biggest baby

[rosesncarnations]

Does you cat rub noses with you? Mine does

[flowerflamestars]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Elain Archeron & Nesta Archeron, Nesta Archeron & Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron & Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, Nesta Archeron/Cassian Characters: Elain Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Cassian (ACoTaR), Azriel (ACoTaR), The Lady of the Autumn Court (ACoTaR), Helion (ACoTaR), Feyre Archeron, Rhysand (ACoTaR) Additional Tags: Lucien actually gets the story he deserves, Nesta and Elain: the Most Competent, Archeron merchant family legacy, ACOMAF AU, Who runs the world? Nesta and Elain, Archeron sisters who knew about the War before Feyre told them, Lucien Spring Court Traitor Vanserra, Found Family, fake engagment, ride or die means you can't fucking die, a very different take on the Hybernian war, Fix-it fic, Older Archeron Sisters & Lucien centric Summary:

So bleeding and burning, lost and found, Lucien Vanserra staggered into human lands, and found he wanted to live.

[stargirlfeyre]

If you’re an Elriel getting mad at Mor for “what she put Azriel through” then you can’t get upset or triggered when people come at Elain for “what she’s putting Lucien through”. The term ‘women don’t owe men anything’ is only applied to characters you like I see. And it’s so obvious why y’all are hating on the women who Azriel has been obsessed with for centuries.

[wildandsmile]

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ☆ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬; 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

🗯️ cassian, lucien, tamlin, azriel, rhysand, eris. spanking, praise, dirty talk, breeding kink, degradation, oral(receiving), sub x dom relationships, wrote this at like 2am so it’s not the greatest thing i’ve ever produced. enjoy!

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 —

• loves to tease you, especially while you’re busy.

• reading? no you’re not. cassian is busy chatting away in your ear, whispering filthy things that would make asmodeous blush.

• takes you anywhere and everywhere, especially when you two first mated. it drove everybody else crazy.

• likes quickies. nuts inside you everytime.

“cass.. cassie! slow down, slow down!” cassian groans as he ruts into you, hard and fast and so perfectly deep you feel like you can touch the stars blurring your vision. “shhh, baby.. you’re gonna get us caught. is that what you want? want rhysie to see me fucking your brains out?” he held you up against the lounge room wall, the lounge room that was less than two doors down from rhysand’s office, where he was holding a serious meeting. a meeting cassian was supposed to be at, but he had ditched to bury himself inside your welcoming pussy. “shit.. squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” he groaned into your ear, keeping a firm grip on your ass. “cassian..” you whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders, near his wings. a shiver ran down his spine and he gave a particularly hard thrust into your heat, and you cried out loudly. cassian slapped his hand over your mouth, resting his forehead against yours. “fuck. gonna cum inside you.” he grunted, roughly shoving himself into your dripping heat over and over again. his thumb caught against your clit and he began rubbing feverish circles against it, drawing you to an orgasm. you cried against his hand as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you, filling your womb. “fuck.. that’s my girl.”

𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 —

• loves fucking you slow.

• worships your body from head to toe, kissing every single part of you until you’re shaking and begging him to make you cum.

• EATS. IT.

• biggest munch alive. would happily spend the next two thousand years of his life buried between your thighs with his tongue lapping against your cunt.

• doesn’t like quickies but will do them if you need. knows how to make you cum in twenty seconds flat.

• praises you like crazy.

rhys laid you down on your shared bed gently, pressing a kiss against your ankle. you sat up on your elbows and gazed at him as he unlatched the hook on your high heel, pulling it off and soon doing the same with the other. “rhys.. what’s the matter?” you asked softly, reaching out to run your hand through his soft hair. “am i not allowed to love my wife?” he discarded your heels and crawled on top of you, pulling the skirt of your dress up over your hips and letting it rest on your stomach. he got down and pressed his lips against your clothed cunt, kissing above your clit. he reveled in the way your body reacted to his touch, twitching and relaxing under him. “i love you..” you muttered. he smirked against your heat, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties and pulling them down to your ankles, discarding them as he did your heels. “i know.” he went for your clit immediately, making you moan and arch your back. “you’ll never question my love for you when i’m done.”

𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 —

• shadows.

• knows your body like the back of his hand

• is canonically a slut. knows how to please a woman but can get impatient.

• will fuck you with half his dick to get you used to him at first.

• chokes you. loves seeing your pretty throat underneath his hand.

• his shadows whisper in your ears and trail along your body while he defiles you.

• begs you to sit on his face.

it’s cold all around, but the temperature doesn’t reach your skin. azriel’s shadows wrapped around your naked body, slinking over your breasts and dipping between your legs as azriel’s large hands held your thighs open. he positioned himself between your legs, reaching one hand to begin jerking himself off. his gaze roamed over your supple flesh, arched back and glossy lips looking so perfect for him. he had eaten you out prior, making sure you were relaxed and wet enough to take him. “ready?” he groaned, finding it increasingly difficult to restrain from touching you. “yes..” he slipped inside of you immediately, slowly pressing each inch inside of you. the stretch hurt in such a good way. you’d never fully get used to the feeling of him. “shit.. good.. that’s good. you’re taking me so well, princess.” he groans as his shadows swirl around your neck. it’s imposing, an arousing threat. azriel places his hand over your throat and squeezes gently. “like that?” he asks. you whimper as he begins picking up the pace, fucking into you feverishly. “like that, huh? you like being fucked like this?” he asks repeatedly, but you can’t respond. can only nod and whimper and choke on your moans. “good.. take it.”

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧 —

• rough but gentle and romantic sometimes.

• loves being buried inside of you.

• prefers to fuck in the bedroom but will take you out in the garden.

• loves it when you say his name. chooses you every calanmai but refuses to marry you.

• loves spanking your ass.

“say my name, baby.” he growls, his grip on your hips borderline bruising as he ruts into you from behind. he lands a slap against your ass cheek, leaving a red print. “say it.” “tam! tamlin..!” you cry out, face-down-ass-up for your high lord. “fuck.. yeah, baby. takin’ my cock so good. made for it.” he mumbles from behind you, the sound of your wet cunt and his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room. the bed lurched forward each time he thrusted into you, filling you up perfectly, nearly kissing your cervix. he leaned forward and pinched your clit, making you jerk and cry out. “cum for me, baby. now. cum for me.” he growls, picking up speed and railing you so hard you felt that your back would give. your cunt clenched around him so hard you were seeing stars, but what sent you over the edge was one more swipe over your clit and one more swat at your ass. you fell apart on his cock, spasming as he emptied himself inside of you. he stayed sheathed in your cunt for a few moments before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your temple. “good girl.. did so good for me.” he wrapped his arms around you and the feeling of his breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine. “love you, baby.”

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 —

• the most gentle and attentive lover EVER.

• won’t cum unless you do.

• he whimpers.

• charming, so charming. got you to fall in love with him by weaving you a bracelet made of dandelions.

• praises you sooo much. is absolutely pussy whipped and head over heels for you.

• big dick. fucks with fire in his veins. is always warm.

“are you okay?” lucien asks. he was above you in the sprawling grass of the autumn court, in one of the autumn estate’s many gardens. he caged you between his arms as you lied on your back in the soft grass, amongst the leaves. the soft breeze brushed past your naked bodies, making your nipples peak. “yes.. i’m perfect, lucien.” you leaned forward to press your lips against his smooth, sun-kissed skin as he gently thrusted into you, sighing and mewling in pleasure. you embraced each other as he picked up the pace a bit, keeping a steady balance between going fast and deep. you moaned, a serene feeling spreading over your body, making you smile. his hand intertwined with yours as his cock began twitching inside of you. “god.. beautiful, i’m gonna cum.” you squeezed his hand as he leaned down to kiss your neck, sucking it gently. you smiled like a fox, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “let’s cum together.” and that you did. your words pushed him over the edge and he pulled out as you reached your peak, spilling his load all over your stomach and beneath breasts. he was breathing hard as he laid himself next to you, gathering you up in his arms. “i love you.” you smiled. “i love you too, lucie. but you’re crushing my leg.”

𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 —

• breeds. you.

• LOVES to fuck you on his fathers throne.

• loves to parade you around the autumn court and take you with him when he goes to visit the night court. you’re just so pretty, how could he not show off his beautiful mate?

• is surprisingly gentle and caring behind closed doors. is obsessed with you.

• tits. loves tits. basic boy. boobs = happiness.

“there you go.. ride me, whore. fuck.” eris’ calloused hands grasped roughly at your boobs as you rode him, making you moan and whimper. “eris..” you mewled. he grunted and moved his hands down to your hips. he gripped them and began thrusting upwards into you, hard. the sound of your wet cunt reverberated against the walls, echoing around the throne room. eris took you in his father’s throne for the third time that week while beron was away attending business that neither of you cared to know the reason for. “fuck. you like that? like it when i fuck this perfect cunt?” he asked, tweaking your nipples between his fingers roughly before taking one into his mouth, sucking harshly. “yes!” you cried, grasping onto his shoulders as you slammed your hips down onto him each time he thrusted up. “that’s a good whore.. want me to fill your womb? make you bare my heir? huh?” you nodded your head, unintelligible nonsense about wanting to be a good incubator for him falling from your lips. he smirked as he watched you babble and felt your hips stutter as you neared climax, your walls tightening around him. “good.. take it, slut.”

[conquestar]

In contrast to Mattia's restlessness, Lucien sat calmly in the comfort of his padded white office chair, which he had custom-made for his height and size. It was almost like a luxurious leather throne with metal accessories that shone pale gold in the afternoon sun, perfectly matching the rest of Lucien's sleek, polished office. Against the pristine whiteness, Mattia's presence felt like a stain—or a riot personified—walking, fidgeting and itching to turn Lucien's ideal, perfectionist workspace into a battlefield.

Lucien could imagine the appeal Astra saw in the young man. Mattia was fiercely loyal and protective of his people. He was bold and driven. And his loyalty must have been one of the reasons why he was so valuable to Astra. That and—the way Lucien saw it—Mattia Lenio was a living, breathing proof of Astra's crushing victory over the Lenio family. He was a token and a forever reminder, and he was quite loud about it, too, which—in this case and Lucien's opinion—was a plus. He, too, would have kept a loyal dog like Mattia around if only to gaze at him as he ran around and did his bidding, knowing that he was the last of his kind and belonged solely to one master.

"You don't know, but Astra isn't here," Lucien pointed out calmly, unassumingly. The tone of his voice filled the space between them at an even pace, not too high or too low, not too loud or too quiet. It was just the right volume and perfect, conversational and non-judgmental intonation. 

Lucien only continued once Mattia was fully done with his rant. He set his eyes intently on the man, almost keeping him pinned to the seat with gaze alone.

"If Astra were so concerned about what he likes, he would be here in person, wouldn't he? But he isn't. You're here, and that ought to count for something. I'm not asking you to make any decisions behind Astra's back. I'm not here to judge you—in fact, I am here to do the exact opposite. I'm a lawyer, not a judge. The requested information will be used in your favour without any blind steps. I've told you, it would've been against my interest to proceed with the case behind your back."

Seeing that Mattia nearly finished his wine, Lucien stood up, walked to the in-built fridge and brought forth the bottle. He uncorked it with a plop and topped Mattia's glass as he continued:

 "Astra seems to hold you in higher regard than you do yourself. Wasn't it his decision you go alone? He clearly trusts that you won't speak a word out of line. What you've told me is enough for now; I won't pry for more because I can see you need some time to warm up—and to trust me."

Lucien canted his head and smiled. He stood tall above Mattia, but for once, he wasn't trying to make his presence threatening. He loomed in a way a great white oak would, protective and patient.

"Today is just our first sitting; I can't make any promises without drafting the approach. Chances are, Gambit and Requiem will be called to court as well. I would like to avoid dragging too many of your associates into it, but we should bring them forth first before the opposition finds them," Lucien explained.

"I have no interest in putting your friends in trouble. You will be the one providing a potential candidate to use as a scapegoat, not me. If you would like—if all of this is too much for you—I can meet up with Astra as well and present him with the plan. Or I can leave that to you, as I do trust that you're more than capable of passing the message on. If Astra doesn't like the proposed gamble, we'll focus on something else."

Even if he didn’t wish to admit it, that Lucien Lawless guy truly knew how to run his business. Zodiac felt that despite having his anger blooming all the time, he had the power to reduce it to something tamable. He wanted to leave the office, to say “fuck that” to all of those procedures that he found profoundly boring… But the calm tone of Lucien, and his clear explanations were enough for Zodiac to feel almost mesmerized. He wished that he had the brain capacity to be so conceive and clear on his side, because most of the time, he would bark his orders through a generous amount of insults. Their personalities were just dramatically clashing for sure. 

Zodiac hummed, as he didn’t like to answer all those questions. It reminded him of when he was a kid and he always had to justify his actions to his uncles. Why would he do that, and why would he punch that kid, and why wouldn’t he want to go with his brother… Oddly, he couldn’t muffle those waves of rage coming and going, as if he had to face a certain past he wasn’t ready to remember. Yet, for the sake of the Cleaners, he was ready to prove that he could be even more trustworthy than he was already. He wanted Astra to see that he was more than the stupid kid his uncle had always described to anyone who would listen to him. 

“Dunno if Astra will like that.” He said, his foot tapping the floor, as he had a hard time hiding his embarrassment. If this lawyer had been recommended to the organization, then it meant that he should be reliable, but trust issues were a common thing in the mafia world. He had never trusted anyone else but the two other commanders and his boss. Other than that, it was just diving in mysterious water. “But I get it… You want the whole picture and you want the necessary scapegoat just in case. For a lawyer, you like it risky, tsk.” He clicked his tongue, but his lips were curled into a sadistic little grin. He was at least more at ease with someone who seemed ruthless enough to follow hard paths rather than just sitting there and telling him that he was a delinquent with no morals and no salvation either. 

“Never had the pleasure of going through surgery, but santo figlio di puttana, if you need that to do your… Law stuff, whatever, then alright. I’ll do my best to answer, but I don’t like that. I don’t like to be judged, and I don’t like to blindly obey either. Even if you’re the law dude, it doesn’t mean I’ll spill all the Cleaners’ secrets for your piccolo intrattenimento.” 

He offered a long sigh before Lucien started to ask questions about Gambit and Requiem. Even more than before, he felt tense, immediately grabbing his glass of wine to finish it, as he wasn’t even allowed to smoke a cigarette in this immaculate place. He couldn’t take it and stood back up, walking in circles in the room like a lion trapped in a cage. “What about ‘em, ugh?” He first answered aggressively, before he eventually cleared his throat. With Astra, there was a clear line with everyone. But with Ezra and Kaizen, their relationship was highly different. He observed the furniture for a while, brushed and patted the top of the couch, skirted the desk, then came back to his spot. He was restless for sure. 

“Non lo so… They are my coworkers and family. We spend a lot of time together.” He explained, as he didn’t know to which extent Lucien needed to know things. “Why? They got problems? You’re gonna put them in trouble?!” He loomed over the desk, anger boiling even if he didn’t even have an answer yet. 

[historiaxvanserra]

would you be interested in writng some nsfw headcanons for Rhys/Cassian/Azriel & maybe Lucien/Eris?

Carnal | NSFW Headcanons

thank you for the request lovely anon! apologies in advance for how dirty this got.

kind of left out the Rhys headcanons because (unpopular opinion) I think he's kind of boring to write about and I still haven't gotten over the character assassination in acosf.

Cassian

Cass is the most ADVENTUROUS of the bat boys-- he'll try anything once.

He is most definitely a switch! this man loves a little role reversal now and again because seeing you order him around is HOT.

SIZE!FUCKING!KINK! this man is huge! he's tall, he's broad and he's ALL muscle-- he loves how small you look under him and it makes him feel good knowing that he can protect.

Cassian is so impatient so he's NOT good at being teased. He gets so frustrated when you tease him over dinner and he can't just take you right there.

EXHIBITIONISM! Cassian likes the thrill of getting caught, likes people to know what he does to you-- what you do to him.

He's so LOUD! we're talking grunting, moaning, GROWLING! this man is shamelessly vocal and you love it.

He's not much of a dirty talker rather than when he is praising you and the occasional 'you feel so good, baby' 'you're so fucking tight' 'look so pretty takin' my cock'

This man WORSHIPS your hips-- always grabbing them, squeezing them and leaving impressions of his fingertips, marking you as his.

Cassian most definitely indulges in a little cum play. Dipping a finger into your tightness and pushing his orgasm back into you. bringing his fingers to your mouth and moaning as you take his fingers into your pursed lips and sucking.

He's a CUDDLER-- you best believe when he has had his way with you he'll cuddle you until you both fall asleep, whispering praise in your eyes and running a hand through your hair.

Azriel

Canonically the most 'kinky' of the bat!boys but that doesn't even BEGIN to cover it. He also has the highest sex drive.

He's 1000% a hard dom with the very occasional soft side.

BRAT!TAMER!AZRIEL!-- there is nothing Azriel enjoys more than a challenge, and there is pleasure in breaking someone who wants to be broken by him.

He's also the biggest TEASE-- he takes his time teasing you until you're practically begging him to do something. It starts with brushing his fingers over yours, taking your chin in his firm grip, and evolves into whispering sin into your ears at the dinner table and ends with his fingers ghosting the skin of your inner thigh under the table.

WING PLAY!!! Azriel rarely lets himself be the submissive but he's a sucker when it comes to you touching his wings-- he practically melts into your touch until he is brought to his knees.

This beautiful man has the FILTHIEST mouth. He's not vocal in the same sense as Cass, rather he just talks and it's just pure filth. in the very best way of course.

Az is a GIVER plain and simple-- it brings him more pleasure to see you reduced to a mindless mess under his deft touch than you can even begin to imagine.

That being said one of his favourite stress relievers is a good old-fashioned throatfuck-- the mere thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock is enough to nearly send him over the edge.

MARKS!EVERYWHERE!-- everyone knows he is possessive but Azriel marks you as his so much that you permanently wear reminders of his love on your skin. bruises, hickeys, BITES. you name it.

SPIT KINK?! Absolutely. It drives him wild to see you open your mouth for him as he fucks you at a punishing pace.

AFTERCARE KING!! Obviously. you don't get involved in the bedroom activities that Azriel does without also indulging in top-quality aftercare. He'll help you into a warm bath, bring you water and snacks, and after taking you to bed, wrap you in his strong arms and whispers his praises in your ears. For all Azriel is a rough fuck he takes pride in showering you with affection after and letting you know how much he truly loves you.

Eris

ANGRY SEX!!! this man, let me tell you, deep down he is angry. angry at the world and the family he was born into. you are the only good thing in his life and sometimes he enjoys taking his frustrations out with you. not that you mind.

Eris is angry but he is also PASSIONATE-- the other males fuck. he makes love.

COCK WARMING! he's a busy man. he's a newly appointed High Lord and has a lot to work to attend to but nothing brings him more pride than watching and feeling you squirm on his cock waiting patiently for him to finish his work.

SPANKING!! in his heart, he's a disciplinarian and if you've done something he deems needs punishing he is more than happy to oblige.

sensory deprivation is something he likes to experiment with-- feathers, blindfolds, bindings. he both gives and takes in this area of the bedroom.

Eris likes nothing more than fucking under the sky, in the open air, in the dirt. it's primal and base and it's mindblowing.

He's a definitely missionary man! he likes to pin you under him, pushing your legs to rest on his shoulders, kissing you deeply with every thrust and watching your pretty face as pleasure washes over it.

he gets off on the idea of corrupting you. when you met you weren't the most experienced lover and he just loves that it is him that touches you like no one else ever has. that it is him who turned you from innocence to sin.

BREEDING KINK! need i say more? the thought of filling you with his cum and seeing your stomach swell with his child makes his heart pound violently in his chest and he just goes feral.

PRAISE KINK!? on days when he feels like more of a lover than a fighter, his words are filled with reverence and devotion as he makes love to you under the stars.

Lucien

BLOWJOBS! Lucien is a big fan and you happily oblige by sinking to your knees for him. He gathers your hair in your hands and throws his head back in pure ecstasy.

Oral in general really. he would happily live between your thighs coaxing multiple orgasms out of you until you're begging him to stop.

OVERSIMULATION! he gets drunk on hearing you desperately moan his name over and over until they come out as pathetic sobs and even the slightest touch sends you reeling over the edge.

Lucien could look at you all day he particularly likes looking at you when he is buried inside you and he likes making you look too so MIRROR SEX!

He's absolutely a boob man, he'll take your breasts in his firm grip, kneading them roughly or caressing them, leaving kisses in the valley of your breast or sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

Coincidentally this is why he loves to have you on top. he lays flat on his back watching as your breasts move in rhythm with you grinding on his cock.

his favourite type of sex is absolutely makeup sex! the pair of you bicker over the silliest things but you always make it up to each other with wild, rough make-up sex that upsets the neighbours.

Lucien is the gentlest lover of all the boys-- he doesn't want to hurt you in any way and wants to WORSHIP YOU instead. He's all about telling you everything he loves about your body, kissing you from head to toe, his hands gliding along your curves and squeezing lightly in all the right places. He's such a soft!boy

[rae2velarisart]

Azriel's ongoing theme is to find...

PEACE. WITHIN AND AROUND HIM

To realize that he is:

Worthy of love

Loved by his family for WHO he is as a person

Not defined by his traumatic past and actions

Allowed to fight for who or what he wants

This male has been:

Locked up in a cell for ELEVEN years by his stepmother, only being let out an hour a day and an hour a WEEK to see his mother

Burned ruthlessly by his half brothers at the age of eight, resulting in burns on his hands that didn't fully heal, leaving scars (which he's STILL extremely self-conscious about after 500 years)

Surrounded by darkness and shadows for years without sunlight as a child

Forbidden to train and fly while he lived with his father, something that's taught to Illyarians as a BABY

Shipped off to an Illyarian camp when his father found out he was a shadowsinger

Mocked as a bastard child alongside Rhys and Cassian

Hated by the Illyarians for his immense power due to being a bastard child (Illyarians valued patricharcy more than anything)

Separated from his friends for seven years during the war. (Rhys' father was FEARFUL of the bat boys being together because of their power)

Assigned as the spymaster by Rhys' father and was forced to do all his dirty work (we don't know what ALL Rhys' father made Azriel do during the war, and he was a ruthless male)

Pinning over Mor for over 500 years, even finding out Cassian slept with her

Thinking he is only of value to his friends for his work as a spymaster

Almost killed twice (once when trying to save Elain from Hybern and second when he was pierced by an ash arrow)

Finally able to move on from Mor, finding solace and peace with Elain (who is interested in him as well) only to be ordered to stay away from her due to Lucien being her mate ( even though she doesn’t show interest in Lucien)

Azriel needs some all-around PEACE in his life.

What about a love interest?

The fandom seems to debate on this topic, but one thing for sure is that he doesn't need to be "challenged" by someone... Where do we even see THAT being anywhere in the books?

Here's what we are shown...

1. Where do we find him most at peace/relaxed?

With Elain

Even Feyre states that Elain would find PEACE and QUIET with Azriel... and liked the idea...

2. Who do we find Azriel's focus on?

Elain

3. Where do we find the IC being the most surprised by Azriels reactions/actions?

With Elain

4. Who does Azriel ALWAYS try to beat Feyre to greet/assist?

Elain

5. Who does Azriel always volunteer to help?

(Omg I hit my limit with photos 🤣)

But I strode to my seat—nestled between Amren and Mor—in time to see Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her. Mor tensed beside me. But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

Elain

6. Who stills Azriel's razor-sharp thoughts?

Too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike."....

Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, "Put it on me?"

His head went quiet.

Elain

7. Who was Azriel willing to give up his LIFE to save?

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

Elain

8. Who openly accepts Azriel's scars, one of his BIGGEST insecurities?

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks,

Elain

9. Who actually SEES him and notices his needs?

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.” Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

Elain

10. Who is Azriel thinking about every night?

He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she'd make

Elain

11. Who does Azriel want to kiss and have a lovely pussy eating feast on?

Wrong -- it was so wrong.  

He didn't care.  

He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue --

Elain

ELAIN IS THE ANSWER TO HIS PEACE...

TO HELPING HIM FIND PEACE WITHIN AND AROUND HIM.

[unanswered-stars]

This is for you @jules-writes-stories

Prythian’s Olympic Roster

Rhysand - Pentathlon: if he can’t be the best at them all he isn’t the best at all.

Feyre - nothing: let’s be honest, you all thought I was going to put Archery but Feyre has been a little too preoccupied with Rhysand ever since they got mated to really hone her skills to that next level. Not to mention that she is freshly postpartum.

Nyx - baby: His parents take full advantage of the Olympic Village Nursery (thank you Allyson Felix and Pampers) for some playtime between sporting events. Favourite activity, carrier naps during every single one of his dad's events no matter how much Feyre tried to keep him awake. He only wakes up to watch Auntie Nesta, much to his parents dismay.

Elain - Artistic Gymnastics: On a team with Gywn, after all that’s what those “pliable bones” are for right SJM? Nuala, Cerridwen, and LoA round out their team of five. Elain’s best event is bar. Gwyn is beam. Nuala and Cerridwen are Vault and beam respectively. And LoA is the star of the show, winning All Around as well as Floor finals. Team FAAFO.

Cassian - Rugby: this man loves a good team sport and personally helped most of the other males who qualified for the team. First all Illyrian team to make the Olympics.

Nesta - Synchronized Swimming: Taking those dancing skills and eight point stars to the pool. All Valkyrie team. Wings and water, who knew it was such a good combo. She also qualified to be the female fencer for the Night Court due to the hours of practice put in being Azriel’s partner but declined in favor of participating in something that she could do with all of her friends. She recommended a Hewn City female , one of Mor’s younger cousins that she met during a Solstice Ball.

Azriel - Fencing: Being completely covered for his event only adds to the mystery of the Shadowsinger. His shadows like to do funny dance routines on his shoulder while he is in a match to distract his opponents. Truly he loves surfing but didn’t want to be in a different location than Eris for the duration of the Olympics. He caused quite the upset when he announced he would be competing under the Autumn Court his new place of residence and home of his mate.

Eris - Cycling Road: Of course he won both Road and Timed. This is coming straight off of his fresh Tour De France Bronze a month prior. (Please look up Remco Evenepoel, he actually did that this year.)

Lucien - High Jump: This boy is tall and gangly and inherited his daddy’s thighs. He plays on the Olympic Refugee team because every court was fighting over wanting him on their team.

Tamlin - Climbing: Boulder and Lead. If his claws pop out and help him get just a bit of a better grip no one is the wiser.

Helion - Weightlifting: It’s all in the thighs.

Thesan - cheerleader: For his lover who is the team captain for the Dawn Court Male volleyball team. Thesan always wears long layers, hat, and sunglasses in hopes of not being noticed but he can’t help but emitting a soft glow every time his lover encourages and hypes up the other players on his team.

Kallias - refuses to participate in Summer sports off of principle but is the biggest fan during Viviana’s event. As soon as she is done competing he whisks her away to see the sights and sounds of Paris.

Viviana - Beach Volleyball: on a duo with her sister. She prefers sand to snow and Kallias teases her relentless about it.

Mor - Equestrian: Her secret manor is actually a horse ranch. She is a horse girly at heart and despite the Night Court uniform being black and silver hers is obviously blood red. Everyone keeps mistaking her for Autumn Court in interviews which makes her unreasonably angry.

Tarquin - Swimmer: preferred stroke is breaststroke but he is the IM king. Think Summer McIntosh/Leon Marchand.

Cresseida - Swimming: long distance queen, world record holder in the 800 and 1500. Oh and she does open water swimming too. The stamina and determination, yep. The Katie Ledecky of Prythian.

Varian - Synchronized Diving: tried to get Cressedia to do synchronized diving with him and Amren eventually had to break it to him slowly that they don’t have mixed synchronized diving events. He cried for a week after that because he loves his cousin and didn’t want to go to the Olympics without her. Aodh, Vanserra brother, is now his partner in the 10m platform.

Amren: sits in the stand and cheers with Feyre. Refuses to hold Nyx. The only time she gets out of her chair to stand and cheer is during Varian and Aodh’s diving. Everyone assumes it is for Varian but really it’s for Aodh. If Amren were to ever admit she had a best friend Aodh would claim that title.

Jurian - Penathlon: Actually a professional boxer but decided to do the Penathlon just to bother Rhys. Obviously he wins gold.

Vassa - Rowing: Women’s Eight. Team leader for all of Koschie’s girls. Koschie lake is secretly the most elite training ground for rowers. Koschie is the encouraging dad coach.

Alis - Kite Sailing: Because she is literally cooler than anyone else. Never wins but she has the best time. Her nephews can be heard cheering even from all the way across the water.

Briar - Judo: Tamlin is her trainer and she beats him every time.

Bryaxis - tried joining the rugby team because he heard Cassian was the team leader. Really just wants to be BFF’s with Cassian but the general keeps running away and Bryaxis can’t figure out why. The Night Court loses their game when Cassian spots him in the stand during their final and is frozen in place for hours after their game until Nesta can come collect him after her and the Valkyries are done their event for the day.

Nuan - Hurdles: Girl is fast and she’s got the jumps. She and Lucien poke fun at each other during their training on the track.

Madja does not compete and is a medic for literally every event.

Mirrell and Clotho are the judges of gymnastics, diving, and synchronized swimming.

Kier and Breon were on Male’s Double Badminton team. They switched which court they would play for each Olympics. The only opposing team was the Bone Carver and the Weaver. Upon their deaths Badminton was been removed from the Olympic roaster and their “legacy” was wiped from the ledger.

My OC Vanserra Brothers

Aodh - Synchronized Diving: Emissary of the Autumn Court living in Summer and has temporary citizenship. Agreed to dive with Varian in hopes of catching the eye of a certain Summer Court fae. He really could not care less about the Olympics.

Caradoc - Shooting and Skateboarding: 10m Air pistol. He could outshoot Feyre with his eyes closed. His style of shoot is exactly the same as Yusuf Dikec from Turkey. Skateboarding is a skill he learned from a very special someone and is competing in their memory. Everyone is absolutely terrified of him except for Gwyn.

Matthan - Trampoline: The boy has springs in his feet and his head is permanently in the clouds.

*special note from game hosts - the inclusion for Breaking this year is in memory of Andras who bravely sacrificed himself so that Tamlin would have a chance of breaking the curse and set into motion the events that has shaped Pythian today. High Lord Tamlin was adamant about honoring his sacrifice as “we would all be dead if not for him.” Break dancing was one of Andras favourite hobbies. Who knew that breakdancing to the fiddle could be so fun?

To all those we have lost in the past four years we honor them.

I think I got everyone but let me know if I forgot anyone. Have your own roster? Please tag me!

[theseeingfawn]

Hi Everyone, I have been working on a small town Elriel fic for awhile now and finally decided to post. This is my first time writing fan fiction so please be gentle with me.

Summary:

Elain Archeron, beloved sweetheart of the quaint town of Hewn Hills, yearns for a life beyond the constraints and expectations placed upon her by her family and community. Azriel Rosehall, a captivating yet misunderstood outsider, struggles with the prejudices of the town as he endeavors to forge his own destiny. Drawn to each other by an undeniable connection, Elain and Azriel are determined to be together, even if it means bringing trouble to the charming small-town. “Everything that's worth having is some trouble. - L.M. Montgomery

Chapter 1: Matchmaker Mayhem | Read on A03

Elain

It's official, this is the worst date I have ever been on. It doesn't make sense. The man is gorgeous, almost devilishly so. I've heard nothing but praise about his charm and wit. I've even seen it myself when he didn't think I was looking. But, the man is a nervous wreck and awkward . Or is it me? Maybe we are just feeding off each other's horrible vibes creating a vortex of our own personal hell. I had been reluctant when my sister all but demanded I go on a date with her friend Lucien. For the last couple of years, all Feyre could talk about is how great Lucien is and how funny and on and on and on . It was almost nauseating. I felt like Feyre was close to hiring a skywriter to let the world know that I was destined for her best friend. Ever since she married Rhysand she has taken up the mantle of matchmaker. So, to spare myself from further harassment I relented. Sure, I knew Lucien, but we have never had a meaningful conversation. Nothing other than pleasantries. I also work hard to keep him at arm's length, despite how often we are forced to interact. I see I was right to keep my distance. He seems as reluctant to be here as I am. I almost feel sorry for him… almost .

I'm glad I had the foresight to pick Velaris as our meeting spot and not Hewn Hills, the small town in the suburbs, where we live. I adore Hewn Hills but it is full of nosy nellies and busybodies. My baby sister is the biggest busybody of them all. So, when I suggested my favorite upscale restaurant in the heart of the city, Lucien readily agreed. It would seem he isn’t a big fan of all the meddling either. Though, I assume for different reasons. Thankfully, no one we know is here to witness our nightmare of a date. It didn't make sense. Despite knowing Feyre for years, and serving on our town council together, Lucien doesn't seem to know a thing about me. Well, other than surface level stuff. I sighed internally, of course he doesn't know much about me. My sisters do not truly know me. They only see the version of me that they wish to see, not the real me. No one really did .

I sit here staring off into the distance like I'm lost in a vision, imagining the bubbly young waitress will come back to end my misery. Really, how many awkward silences must I suffer through? As if reading my mind, Lucien broke the quiet tension with a question. “So, you like to garden? What vegetables do you grow,” Lucien asked with the enthusiasm of a root canal patient.“I actually don't grow vegetables, just flowers and herbs for my shop. Vegetables are much more difficult to grow than people realize.” He nodded. Please, where is the waitress.Then it occurred to me, I could use the bathroom and get away. Maybe I could slip out the window and run. What would he do? Tell my sister I gave him the slip? I'd pay good money to see that. No one would believe him. Yes, sneaking out is the answer. I feel like I've won the lottery for coming up with this brilliant idea. “Excuse me, I am just going to freshen up,” I say with syrupy sweetness. I hope I look graceful and not like I am barreling toward the back of the restaurant like I am fleeing the scene of a crime, but I doubt it. Once behind the closed door of the single occupant bathroom I take my first deep breath of the evening. I look around but there is no window, just a floor to ceiling mirror. Son of a bitch. I sigh and gaze at my reflection searching for an answer. Maybe it was my appearance that rendered him stupid. I’ve heard all my life that I’m beautiful. Not the polite kind of beautiful that every mother dotes onto their daughters. But, the type of beauty that could be used. Before she died, my mother dressed me up like her own personal Barbie doll. Taking personal credit for my appearance and awkwardly telling anyone who would listen that I got it from my mama. I cringe just thinking about it. Even my father had dragged me along to client dinners to dangle me in front of prospective clients like a juicy carrot. My sister Nesta is always watching my back, weary of everyone's intentions. Feyre, the bane of my existence at the moment, all but pimped me out to the dullest man in Hewn Hills because she thought her friend's happiness was more important than mine. Just a pawn to be used to make her life more exciting.

That's not entirely fair.

I know I’m seen as a goodie goodie, a pushover. Maybe I am, I caved to Feyre's demands after all. My sisters love to remind me how I am too sweet for my own good. A chaste virginal angel that they must protect at all costs. My reflection taunts me. Not a hair out of place, a flawless exterior that was pleasing to the eye. But, what had that gotten me? A failed engagement. A cage of my own making. Putting everyone else first and myself second. I shake away the bitterness, burying it deep down. It could be worse. At least Lucien is polite and respectful. I could do this, I could muster some enthusiasm and carry on with this date. No matter how much I wanted to shrink into myself. He is just a man and once it was over I could tell Feyre I had given it my best effort but we weren't a love match. Though I knew I didn't give Lucien my best, in many ways I blame him for what happened with Graysen. I just wanted tonight to be over with so I could go home and binge watch tv without a bra on.

With a new sense of purpose, I step back into the bustling restaurant and head toward the table. Lucien has his back to me as he chats on the phone, “you don't understand Jurian. She's so… so… meek, boring even. I don’t know why Feyre keeps insisting we’re soul mates. I know, she is beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen but she is dull , a snoozefest. Just call me in five minutes with a fake emergency so I can bow out.” Stunned, I dropped my head in defeat. Well, I couldn't blame him for wanting out of the world's most awkward first date. But, to call me meek and boring is just mean. I fought the urge to cry. No need to spill tears over Lucien Vanserra. Besides, it's not like he is the sly and charming man I've heard everyone drone on about. He is the snoozefest. He has barely said a word to me all evening. He is the headliner of the snoozefestival. How dare he!!!

I slide back into my chair and slap on the biggest fake smile I can muster. “Has our waiter stopped by?” I asked, pretending that I don't want to kick him in the shin. “No, not yet. This place is getting packed. It's hard to even hear what you're saying, we can just listen to the music and Ow!” Lucien hunches over and grabs his leg. “Oh my, I'm so sorry! I went to cross my legs but didn't realize you were so close,” I feigned innocence as I bat my eyes at him. I turn my head from his scowl before I start laughing. My eyes peruse the growing crowd of people streaming through the door and there he is.

His dark hair swept back off of his face, dressed in an immaculate black suit that hugs his sculpted form. I don't let myself admit this often but I have a tiny, itty bitty crush on Rhysand's mysterious brother, Azriel . Even his name is beautiful. I have only interacted with him at family functions but the sight of him alone is enough to make me swoon. He is always busy working some sort of mysterious job. I never get a straight answer on what it is that he does because it is all very hush hush. I caught bits and pieces from eavesdropping on conversations when no one was paying attention to me. They rarely pay attention to me. I know it involves surveillance work and traveling, which only adds to his allure. I like to pretend he is a spy like James Bond or even a kingpin in the mob. A dangerous job for a dangerous man. At least I like to pretend he has a dangerous side, he certainly looks like he does. He has dark features and is always draped in black and cobalt blue clothing. He is stoic with a piercing hazel gaze that could slice right through you. He is hard to read but I feel like his eyes give him away. It's the way the corners wrinkle slightly or glow brighter when he is happy. It's how directly he stares when he is mad and fighting the urge to speak out. Despite his appearance, he is always kind and thoughtful toward me. He holds the door for me or pulls out my chair at the dinner table. One time, after I spent all of Thanksgiving day cooking, he took the serving dish from my hands so I could sit down and enjoy the meal I worked so hard on. He even made everyone wait until I sat to eat. Men are rarely that chivalrous these days. The memory sends my heart racing. Azriel is quiet, but not awkward the way Lucien is currently behaving. He is confident and reserved in a way that adds to his enigmatic persona.

I watch him as he walks through the door and turns to the stunning blonde behind him, Mor. He was on a date with her . I recall the time I overheard Feyre telling Nesta that Azriel was in love with Mor. It made sense I suppose, she is gorgeous and has a way about her that makes it seem like she was lit from within. But a part of me doesn’t believe it. Feyre is often wrong about these kinds of things. Look at me and Lucien, she thinks we are fated. But, this date feels like pulling teeth. “Elain, did you hear me?” I shook myself out of my daze, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Lucien let out a sigh, “I asked if you like bread,'' Confused, I looked at the basket that was placed in front of me. I want to roll my eyes. Does he not remember that I own a bakery? “Who doesn't like bread, Lucien?” He scoffed, “you would be surprised, there are people out there who can't tolerate it.” I blink once, and then again. “That was a joke,” he states as if he were teaching humor to a martian. “Oh,” is all I can muster as I look at the bread, pleading with it to save me from this man. A dad joke, really?

Suddenly there is a long dark shadow cast over the table. My eyes shoot up to meet hazel ones. “I hope I'm not interrupting,” Azriel says, appearing like an answered prayer. “Azriel! It’s so good to see you,” I beamed, hoping the relief in my tone isn’t as obvious as it seems. The corner of his mouth ticks upward, “it's good to see you too Elain. I hope you have been well.” Gods he is beautiful and tall. Why is he so tall? He smells divine. I wonder if he is just visiting for a few days? Lucien clears his throat. I look at him, realizing I am still on a date. “Azriel, this is Lucien, you know, Feyre's friend.” Azriel slowly turns to Lucien and dips his head in greeting, turning back to me. “I didn't expect to see you out in the city,” he says with a curious look in his eyes. I smile shyly, “I'm… here on a date.” He looks back to Lucien slowly raking his gaze up and down, a hint of displeasure in his assessment. “I see. I'm just grabbing a bite with Mor.” He turns towards his companion who is sitting at a table across the restaurant. “I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I’ve taken a new assignment and will be in this area for the next few months. Hopefully we will see more of each other.” My smile widens, I would certainly love to see more of him. Azriel's lip quirks up ever so slightly on one side. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

Lucien apologizes and grabs his phone, a puzzled look on his face. “Hold on. It's my roommate. It's odd he is calling since he knowsIi'm on a date.” He answers it quickly, while holding up a finger to shush Azriel and me. “Wait, what's wrong? Calm down.” Wow, he is really committing to the bit. “Are you sure? Okay… I am on my way,” he ends the call and looks up. “I'm sorry to have to do this but there's an emergency and I'm going to have to end our date early.” I fight back a chortle. “Oh no! What kind of an emergency, a flat tire or dead grandma?” Azriel coughs and turns away. Lucien looking stunned mutters out, “uhhh a flat tire.” I wave over the waitress who miraculously appears from nowhere, “Can we get our check?” I turn back to Lucien, “Sorry to hear about your roommates flat tire. I hate when that happens.” Before Lucien can reply, the waitress comes back with the bill. It's for two drinks and a bread basket. I start to pull out my wallet when Azriel clears his throat. Lucien looks from me to Azriel. Azriel asks with an unamused expression, “Aren't you going to pay, since it's a date?” My jaw nearly hits the floor. Lucien sputters and fumbles for his wallet. Hastily slinging a twenty dollar bill on the table. “Well it's been… a date. I will catch you around Elain.” Lucien shuffles around the crowd making a hasty exit. I keel over in a fit of quiet laughter the second Lucien bolts for the door. You know the kind of silent laughter where your shoulders shake and you can hardly breathe? That kind. I feel a warm rough hand stroke my upper arm sending a shiver down my spine. “Hey, it's okay, don't be upset,” came the soothing timbre of Azriel's voice. I look up to see his worried expression and start laughing even harder. His hand stills on my arm and grips me lightly. “Why are you laughing?” he asks, bemused by my giggling fit. I wipe away a few wayward tears as I fight back a bout of hiccups. “ it's just… it's just…” I snort. An honest to gods snort so loud that it draws the attention of at least three neighboring tables. Azriel is smiling fully now. A toothy smile that I just know he rarely gives to anyone. It over takes his whole face making him somehow even more handsome. Seeing him this way suddenly calms my laughing fit and I clear my throat. “It's just, we were having the worst date in the history of dates and he was so desperate to get away he made up an excuse to bail. But, I have to say his acting was pretty solid.” Azriel looks at me a little stunned, “you're not upset, not mad?” I smile again, “I can’t blame him, I wanted to escape through the bathroom window but they didn't have one.” His smile lingers as he stares at me. “You making him pay for the bill was just icing on the cake.” Azriel hums before saying, “it was the least I could do.” I stand and grab my small handbag off the table. “Well, Azriel, I’m happy I got the chance to see you. It’s been too long, I'm glad to hear you’ll be sticking around for a while.” He looks down towards his shoes and back up, the faintest blush on his cheeks. “Have a good evening,” I bid him farewell and walk out onto the street.

I stop to take a deep breath, cleansing myself of the bad date energy. It was terrible but at least I went out and could tell Feyre to back off. It had been several years since I had mustered the courage to date. Not since Graysen. I’m about to take a step when I felt a hand grab the back of my elbow. “Wait, I wanted to make sure you were truly okay.” I whirl around to see Azriel staring down at me. My heart flutters once again, the way it always does in his presence. His face was elegant with high cheekbones, a fine nose and a sharp jawline. In the halo of the street lamp he looked like a fallen angel. His scarred hand was still on my arm, a rose tattoo covered the back of it. “That's very thoughtful of you, but truly I’m okay. My pride is a little wounded but I'll get over it.” He studies me for a long moment before he leans in, “You're too nice Elain.” I stiffen but can't exactly argue. “He's a fool you know? Any man would be lucky to date you.” My stomach fills with butterflies. It was my turn to blush under the weight of his sincere gaze. I swallow the lump in my throat. “You should get back to your date, Azriel. I would hate to take up any more of your time.” He looks over his shoulder and back to me, as if confused. Maybe he was remembering where he was and what he was doing. “Are you sure you're okay? Do you need me to take you home? You could join us…” his thumb tenderly rubbing up and down my arm. He was probably just being kind because I'm Feyre's sister. The thought saddens me. “I'm sure Azriel, no need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.” He looks unsure or perhaps he is just reluctant to let me go. His hand is still stroking my arm. “It was lovely to see you, maybe we can catch up another time?” A smile tugs at my lips, “I'd like that.”

Azriel

I can't believe my luck. I get back into the city and happen to bump into the girl I have been obsessing over for months. Truth be told, I have a thing for Elain Archeron. How could I not? She is gorgeous and so incredibly kind. She radiates joy and has a way of making everyone around her feel special. I am normally so good with the opposite sex. Hell I have quite the reputation as a ladies man but something about her leaves me feeling like a lovesick teenager. I wish I had a reason to make her stick around and spend the evening with me but I know I probably shouldn't.

I watch Elain walk away down the crowded street. Utterly lost in the way the wind catches her long golden hair. The way her dress skims over her gentle curves. What I wouldn't do to get the chance to touch her. I exhale slowly, burying my thoughts on her deep down, as I always do. I walk back into the restaurant and sit across from Mor. Once, many years ago I thought I loved Mor. But I mistook her kindness for love. I had never been around a girl my own age until I met her. She is so gregarious and radiates confidence. So when she doted on me, I read the signals all wrong. I built up something that was never really there. It took too long to discover that Mor preferred women. Even after, I held out hope that she would change her mind. Truth be told, it allowed me to keep other women at a distance. If I hid all of my feelings in the safety of Mor's friendship I never had to address my own issues with intimacy. But, I was done hiding behind Mor and living in denial. I started to realize I could never be happy if I didn’t face reality, no matter how scary it was for me to open up to her. It was awkward and she was hesitant to even hear me out. It was worth it though, because now she was my friend and one of my closest confidants.

“So, how was sweet Elain?” she asks. Elain didn't know Mor well, but Mor knew all about Elain. Mor being a family friend of Rhys’ was well informed on the Archeron sisters. “She seems okay, though it looks like she was having a bad date. He actually ditched her.” Mor gapes, “that piece of shit! Who was it?” I sneer, “Lucien Vanserra.” Mor rolls her eyes, “seems as though Feyre finally wore her down.” l hum in agreement. I’ll never understand why Feyre thinks Lucien and Elain would make a good pair. I suspect she wants Lucien to stick around and worries he wouldn’t without some other incentive. Feyre dated Tamlin, Lucien’s former college roommate and friend. After the nasty break up Lucien had taken Feyre’s side. But, he had grown distant and their friendship never fully recovered. So, she clings to the hope that if Elain marries Lucien he will become a permanent fixture in her life. Feyre also loves to meddle in other people's lives. She likes to think she has a gift for connecting people but in reality she is terrible at it. No, truly terrible. Her own love life until Rhys had been a shitshow so it puzzles me why Feyre thought so highly of her skills in the love department. I know Elain is too good for Lucien. I don't hate the man but he doesn’t seem like the type of man she needs. Especially after his pathetic stunt this evening.

I think back to Elain, how utterly beautiful she looked. The way her skin seemed to glow, how her face lit up when she laughed. The utterly intoxicating smell of her jasmine perfume. I hate the thought of her dating Lucian. I hate the way they look together, the way she seems to shrink around him. She is a bright shining light in a world of darkness. She deserves someone who appreciates how special she truly is.

“Hello, Earth to Azriel,” Mor says, snapping her fingers in front of my face. “I'm sorry Mor, what were you saying?” She sighs. “I should have known the second you saw her that I'd lost your focus for the evening.” My eyes snap up, face utterly unreadable. “What's that supposed to mean?” Mor pats my hand and I pull it away. I hate it when people touch my hands . “Don't play dumb with me Azriel. I know you too well.” I narrow my eyes, weighing my next words carefully. “I'm not playing dumb. I'm just concerned after Lucien ditched her.” Mor gives me an unimpressed look. “For what it's worth, I think you should ask her out. You two would make the hottest couple.” She pumps her eyebrows at me suggestively. “I'm not going to ask her out… that's absurd… Why would you even suggest that?” Mor tilts her head back and laughs, “oh you have it bad.” I give her an incredulous look, “I can't date anyone, I travel too much for work, not to mention it could be dangerous. Besides, I'm not interested in falling in love.” She gives me her no nonsense face. I want to protest but there is that old saying about protesting too much and I don't want to egg her on. “Let's just drop it and enjoy our evening,” I say, refusing to take the bait. Mor sighs, “here's the deal Azzy, I will enjoy a lovely meal, which you are paying for, by the way. But, I'm not forgetting you are pining after you know who.”

“Fine,” I bite out.

“Have you decided where you are going to stay?” She asks in a tone that feels suspiciously like prying into more than just my place of residence. I shrug, “My assignment is in Windhaven.” Mor scrunches her nose in distaste. Not that I blame her, Windhaven is a shithole. “I don't have to live there full time, but I do have to stay a few days a week.” She nods, “why not stay in Hewn Hills?” There it is, her not so innocent suggestion. It's like she knows what I have planned. She knows me too well. I eye her suspiciously. “Don't give me that look, Az. Velaris is too far from Windhaven, and Hewn Hills is adorable.” It is a nice town, I wouldn't call it adorable. Though there is something there worth adoring . “They have great hiking trails, the parks are beautiful, and the downtown is just like Stars Hollow.” I sigh, “you don't have to convince me Mor, I've already booked a bed and breakfast.” She squeals, and I feel a headache forming. I rub my temple, “don't get too excited. It's the most logical choice.” She claps excitedly, “oh i just love it there, and now I have another reason to visit. You know I love Rita's and don't get me started on Petals.” I give her a perturbed look and pray to the gods that she doesn't read into anything more than she already has. There is only one reason I’m staying in Hewn Hills, Elain . Seeing her with Lucien tonight only reinforces the notion that I need to be close to her. Is it the smart thing to do? No, but I can’t seem to keep away. I’m just glad Mor’s job will keep her distracted from joining Feyre in competing for the biggest pain in the ass award.

[pastelpinkkadan]

The biggest reaches I’ve seen Antis come up with:

Azriel’s shadows don’t like Elain.

Feyre is an unreliable narrator (but Cassian’s opinions on Elain’s dress are law).

Elain loves Lucien so much that she avoids him.

Azriel only lusts for Elain.

Azriel thinks of Elain as a sister.

Lucien was the one who helped Elain (suggesting she get some fresh air > Azriel literally discovering Elain is a seer, I guess)

Elain can’t have Azriel’s babies, but Gwyn supposedly can because of one line about her “pliant bones”.

Elain doesn’t belong in the night court because she likes flowers

Elain couldn’t handle Azriel’s “darkness”

And I’m supposed to take ANY of their theories seriously???

[multific]

Lucien Crown as Your Sugar Daddy - Headcanons

Lucien Crown x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sugar Daddy, illness

You called him Lucien or Daddy

No matter what others said or called him as

To you he was Daddy or Lucien

Or any cute nickname you could come up with

As long as it wasn’t Milo

After Michael’s many promises of a cure, Lucien had enough

And so, without even looking, during a meeting with a politician, he became aware of sugar babies

The topic intrigued him enough to start looking

He figured he might as well have some fun before he dies

He interviewed in total 16 girls

None piqued his interest

You arrived a bit late, the 17th girl

And you were perfect

While he could tell the others pitied him for his illness

You did not

You treated him equally throughout the interview 

You even joked around

And he liked that

You had a few set of rules as you explained that he would be your first.. Sugar Daddy

Your rules were very basic and he agreed to them all

He whipped up a contract that day and you both signed it

You were the perfect distraction

While you did take his illness seriously, you didn’t shy away from joking

For example, whenever you two were walking somewhere, you would call him grandpa

“Come on Grandpa! You are so slow! I shouldn’t have to call you Daddy when in reality you are Grand-Daddy!!!”

You made him laugh

Every time, all day

And soon, you moved to his place

He wanted you around all the time

And you were happy to be there

You were surprised when he said he doesn’t require you to have sex with him

You thought that was a huge part of Sugar Daddies

But you also understood that he was different

He wanted someone around him, someone to take his mind off of his pain

And you tried your best to do just that

He set up an account for you, gave you a card and explained he will put enough money on it for you and you could spend the money as you please

But he was surprised to see, you didn’t buy anything

In fact, you only bought things for him

You got him a nice new tie that you saw

You got ingredients because you wanted to bake cupcakes

You got him a birthday present

If he didn’t know any better, he would say you were in love with him

And he would be correct

But he didn’t know

He brought you on many dates

Dates to the best restaurants

Dates to the nicest places

Dates to stores where he would buy you dresses he likes to see you in

During one date however, a couple of drunk guys started to laugh at him, making fun of him

And you didn’t like that

He said he was used to it

But you weren’t

“Hey! Fuckfaces! Go and make fun one yourselves instead, you pathetic bunch! I will let you know he has the biggest cock and he surely knows how to use it! You disgusting cockroaches!”

The men ran as two cops arrived because of your yelling

Lucien was thankful for what you did

On your ride back home, you worriedly turned to him

“I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I embarrassed you, I apologize.”

“Quite the opposite actually, you made me very proud. Thank you for standing up for me.” he said

And he kissed you, it was the first kiss you two shared

A simple kiss

But it meant so much to the both of you

It was the day he noticed he had feelings for you

He would often sit in his office, looking at the contract

As if to remind himself why were you there

You wouldn’t be there if you didn’t have the contract

And he was sure you would leave as soon as it would end

But if that’s the truth

If you really were there only for his money

Then why didn’t spend it?

He checked time and time again, waiting for anything

A huge purchase or a transfer

He thought you would transfer the money to your own account

But nothing like that happened

It confused him

So much so that one morning, during breakfast, he asked you

He asked you why would you stay and don’t spend the money

“Because I genuinely like you, Lucien. If anything, I should say I am in love with you. But I know you don’t feel the same and that’s okay.”

But he did

And he told you he did

Both of you just sat there, confused and shocked

But after the shock, you both started dating

With the contract officially burnt

You two had sex that night for the first time, you were nervous but you knew you had to help him a lot, and you were okay with that

Turns out, when you yelled at those men, you were actually pretty accurate

He did have a very nice cock

And while his illness didn’t allow him to be on top

You absolutely enjoyed riding him

All. Night. Long.

Sometimes he had to tell you to slow down because he was tired

But it also didn’t take him long to regain his strength and keep going

He also had a wonderful mouth which you didn’t know he could use so skillfully, but he surely did

He definitely had a thing for you being the dominant one

But you did let him tell you what he wanted you to do

You let him lead you

You were happy

You were in love and happy

But you still didn’t stop calling him Daddy from time to time

A/N: I have more ideas for him, let me know if anyone would be interested and I’ll write those.

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[rosesncarnations]

How am I supposed to draw in these conditions

[yennas-stuff]

Dear omegaverse enjoyers...

If you dont read omegaverse, go find some, baby. Go see the light ✨️

[venusin-aries]

I really need to get this off my chest but the way people are trying to compare the sexual desire Az has for Elain to the way he is with Gwyn? It’s borderline ignorance of sexual assault. 

Azriel respects Gwyn. He admires her. 

He also witnessed the aftermath of her rape. 

Of course he’s not going to sexualize her. I imagine he won’t ALLOW himself to think like that about her just yet and that’ll be an obstacle they’ll have to overcome.

Would you want a man you only just re-met all over you after he saw the aftermath of your rape? Because if so, THAT would be romanticizing her sexual assault.

That’s why, if anything, I’m so fucking glad the bond hasn’t seemingly snapped for him. 

If they are mates (which most of us think they are) any desire he feels for her will be stronger than what he feels for Elain just like any desire Elain feels for Lucien will be stronger than what she feels for Azriel. Those are FACTS. Because Elain and Lucien are CONFIRMED MATES. 

Some of y’all are so weird and HARMFUL it’s crazy. And I’m not someone who is super sensitive about assault, fictional or real, mine or others, you guys just CLEARLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW DESIRE AFTER ASSAULT IS HANDLED FOR BOTH PARTIES INVOLVED IN THE CONSENSUAL ACTIVITY. And it shows. I trust Sarah to do thorough research about it before publishing anything.

Az and Elain’s desire for each other will pass. 

Her bond with Lucien will not. 

Azriel is likely going to have his own mate who he’ll go fucking feral for and his and Elain’s bonus chapter moment will look like child’s play. Elain and Lucien’s tension WILL snap eventually and I KNOW they will be the biggest Freaks (affectionate and spicy meaning) of the series.

And I’m gonna remember every one of you fucking weirdos who were weird about Azriel’s seemingly lack of desire for Gwyn (though he definitely starts to seem intrigued in acosf AFTER his and Elain’s bonus chapter moment) and how some of y’all hold her assault against her. 

It’s not just one person who is stating this shit either so it’s not about anyone specifically. Yes, bloggers have been combative about it but anons are even worse and I’m Tired Of It.

This is NOT AN INVITATION FOR DISCOURSE. If you think my being sick of the way people are so stupid about assault is problematic, you’re the fucking problem, baby. Don’t even try to start shit with me because I’m tired of people saying the most off the cuff shit about Gwyn and then playing the victim so if you have a fucking problem go vague post about me or something cause I ain’t going to read it any more.

and whaaaaatever you do, do not reblog this with an argument against Gwynriel or Elucien for e/riel. I will lose my damn shit and I WILL fucking block you.

also, and just an unnecessary tidbit for you all, my first partner after I experienced assault told me nothing satisfied him more than satisfying me and making me feel safe after being hurt so badly. Compete with that.

[littlest-w01f]

Chapter Two

Series Masterlist

CW: None

Evelyn had found herself growing roses in her garden like she usually did, smiling as the flowers bloomed in her palms, forming into a giant rose that filled her entire hand. Whenever things were hard for her, she would find herself in her garden, trying not to let her mind slip into the darkness.

This time was no different. She focused on the buds that hadn't bloomed yet, and with her power brought them to full bloom in a second. She would sit here ever since she was a little girl, she would sit in the same spot and then wonder.

She then heard a voice behind her, Tamlin, Tamlin would find his way to her, and talk her out of her gloom. But this voice wasn't Tamlin's, no, it was of their fairly new friend

"I've always liked that spring power of yours." Came a soft chuckle, Evelyn turned around to see Lucien watching her, leaning against the arch that led to her garden, he smirked when their eyes met, walking to sit next to her, "It's just so pure. Growing flowers."

She didn't say anything as she felt his hand wrap around her waist, she looked away from him, fighting tears now that he was this close. He didn't need her to say anything, he simply pulled her to rest her head on his chest.

"Eve..." Lucien whispered softly, "I'm sorry, darling."

Evelyn turned her head to look up at him, "He's dead, he's dead Lu, and I didn't even know him that well, why does it hurt?"

"It hurts because you're empathic, Eve" Lucien cupped her cheeks, wiping away the few tears on her mask she couldn't stop from escaping, "It hurts because Andras was your friend, he was our friend. And we lost him. Lost him before we could've gotten to know him a lot better."

"He wanted to take me to meet his mate and kids..." Evelyn breathed shallowly, "And now he's just... Gone."

"I know... I know, baby." Lucien held her close to him, tears in his own eyes.

Each death of their sentinels over the curse had the same effect on Evelyn, each news of death hurt her, in a way that Tamlin and Lucien couldn't understand. The female with the biggest smile on her face would crack with the feeling of loss higher than either of them.

"I couldn't keep them safe," Evelyn sniffed, her hands gripping his biceps. "They had to die for us. We were supposed to keep them safe."

"It's not your fault, Eve." Lucien kissed her temple, his voice soothing, "None of this is your fault, just hers."

It took Lucien minutes to have her smiling again, setting flowers in her hair while braiding it, sitting in a garden swing. "We good?"

"Yeah, we're good." Evelyn smiled softly, leaning into him.

"Lu," Evelyn looked around a little after she had calmed down, "Where's Tam?"

Lucien chuckled, finishing up her braids, "He's gone to get the human, he'll be back soon."

"Oh," Evelyn nodded, "Well I should prepare for her return..." She got up from the swing. "She could be the one to break our curse, and we'll be done with this 7 times 7 shit."

"Hope she's at least attractive," Lucien chuckled when she hit his arm at the comment. "What? I'm not going to house a human who killed my friend if she's not even nice to look at."

Evelyn rolled her eyes at his comment, "No, Lucien, we will give her a place to stay even if you don't think her human face is good to look at."

Evelyn was pacing around in the gardens of her estate. Two days. it had been two days since her brother had gone to retrieve the mortal. She was worried about him, worried about his safety, she was sure Lucien was starting to get annoyed with how often she'd asked him to take her to the wall so she could find her brother.

"It's only been two days, Eve." Lucien stressed.

Evelyn sighed, "But what if-" What if her brother was dead too. What if he met the same fate as their friend.

"Your brother is the damn High Lord, no human hunter can kill him." Lucien cut her straight off.

Evelyn looked to the gates, a smile formed on her face when her brother's scent reached her nose. Tamlin was there, with a girl on horseback. Evelyn rushed to her brother in the form of his beast, he'd wanted to scare the mortals into giving the mortal who killed Andras up, so he'd chosen the form that was the scariest and, in Evelyn's eyes, the most hideous.

Evelyn jumped in his arms, and her brother wrapped his arms around her, she heard the mortal that was with her brother gasp a little when her brother's beast form chuckled, she thought it would be quite a shock, to see the giant beast who had taken her from her family holding a High Fae female two feet above the ground, a female with a dove's mask covering the top half of her face, close to his chest and laughing of all things.

"Oh, hello." She chuckled as her brother set her down, addressing the girl with a smile, she looked the girl up and down, she couldn't help but notice how thin the girl was, her clothes were slightly torn up on the sides, the cuts on the fabric that were certainly from Tamlin's claws.

She frowned when the girl didn't respond, but still nodded, it was understandable, she was taken from her home and had to spend two days with Tamlin as a beast.

She cooed at the mare that paused in front of her, she nearly snorted when the girl tried to kick her to move forward, but the mare simply whined and rubbed her head in Evelyn's skirts. The girl on the horse looked between the beast and Evelyn, a hiss left her as she dropped down. Evelyn's eyes went wide when the girl stumbled, she watched her trying to find balance and not blackout.

Evelyn moved to reach out to help her when Tamlin growled, she rolled her eyes and winnowed away, leaving the two of them together.

Evelyn had set up the last plate of food when the girl, whose name she still did not know, reached the dining room with her brother still as a beast, she would have raised her eyebrows if he could see them through her mask, but she let her eyes go all the talking "Wait... What the fuck...?" She hoped they said.

Tamlin moved to the head of the table and plopped himself down on the large chair that sat there. Evelyn smiled finally when Tamlin turned back to his Hig Fae form.

She heard the girl cry out, she was sure she thought no one had heard her trying to stifle it, but their Fae ears heard it loud and clear, the girl now looked scared as she tried to press herself against the wall beside the door.

Evelyn sat down on Tamlin's right, looking between the two as if they were her personal entertainment, as Tamlin said she should eat and the girl just shook her head. She almost giggled when Tamlin drank his decanter filled with wine and drank it like water. This girl easily seemed to have gotten under her brother's skin.

"Who are you people?" That was the first thing Evelyn had heard the girl say.

"Sit." Her brother had said instead, not answering her question, "Eat."

Evelyn reached for a piece of lamb, watching the two squabble about how she thought the food wasn't safe for humans, their back and forth ended with Tamlin rolling his eyes and starting to serve himself.

Evelyn smiled with a mouth full of bread as Lucien walked in, Tamlin had told both of them to pretend their friend hadn't passed and that he hadn't gone to get her back to his court.

"Well?" He strolled in, giving Tamlin a quick bow, and Evelyn a wink. They talked of Andras' death and Evelyn was saddened a little again, she felt Tamlin's hand rest on her knee, giving her a few soothing rubs to her knees over her layers of skirts.

"You're joking," Lucien said, he said aloud what Evelyn had been thinking, "That scrawny thing brought down Andras with a single ash arrow?"

"She admitted to it." Tamlin's claws grazed his chalice, "She didn't even try to deny it." It was Eveyln's turn to place a comforting hand on her her brother's, smiling softly when his claws went back.

Lucien sat across Evelyn, "Well," He seethed, playing his part too well, "Now we're stuck with that, thanks to your useless mercy, and you've ruined-"

All of the Fae paused when the girl finally took a step forward, Lucien turned to face her, taunting her, using his tone filled with distante to subtly ask her if she fit the role of the human who would help break their curse.

Only when Tamlin snarled at him to behave did Lucien stop. A fox-like grin still appeared on his face as he said, "My apologies, lady." With the way he said 'lady' it was clearly a taunt.

He introduced himself and then the Lucien Evelyn knew came out, his tone soft as pure gold as he looked her up and down, "Your eyes are like the stars, you hair like burnished gold."

They all waited for the girl to say something when Tamlin spoke, "Her name is Feyre."

Feyre. Evelyn raised her brow at the name, old tongue, a name meaning 'Fair'. Quite fair she was, killing a fae unprovoked, Evelyn internally hissed.

"Alis will take you to your room. You could use a bath and fresh clothes." Just as Tamlin spoke, Alis was beside Feyre, glamoured to look High Fae.

Feyre was taken to her room as Lucien and Tamlin began to argue, while Evelyn gave no one but herself and her lunch any of her time.

"You do need to learn how to flirt better." Evelyn spoke up.

Tamlin looked at her in offence, "I do know how to flirt, Evie."

Lucien and Evelyn looked at each other before they burst out laughing. "Not really, no."

Tamlin scowled as he ate from his plate, ignoring both of them.

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[areyoudreaminof]

A Symphony of Crickets

Late at night, Lucien talks with his infant daughter and reflects on his newfound family. @lucienweekofficial Day 5: Family

“Bah! Bah bah bah!”

Resting on his upturned knees, the fat, red headed baby stared back at Lucien with the same russet eyes he had.

His daughter.

“Bah awah!” She squealed, her eyes wide, her fat little legs kicking every which way.

“It’s too late for that little cricket! We need to sleep.” he laughed, kissing her small, chubby fists.

The clock had just struck midnight, Elain had dozed off next to him in their bed after nursing their daughter. But the little girl didn’t want to sleep, oh no, she took after her grandfather in that respect. She refused to sleep at night, she wanted to play and talk. She chirped and babbled like a cricket as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. So, in the dim Fae lights, listening to the soft nocturnal noise outside, Lucien talked with his daughter.

“Did you have fun with Uncle Eris today, little cricket? He brought you more toys than you need.” he laughed softly as she squealed in agreement.

Six months had flown by, she was happy and lively and Lucien couldn’t believe he had helped make her, that she was a part of him. Her skin was golden and soft, red hair sat on her head in a thicket of curls. His own russet eyes stared back at him, rimmed with thick brown lashes but she had Elain’s nose and rosebud lips. She even had the same dimples on both cheeks. The healers said she’d be petite like her mother. Beneath her new baby sent, she smelled of honeysuckles and fresh grass, something so uniquely her.

They had not expected a child so quickly, certainly not after Koschei and the lake, and not after finding out that Helion was his true father and being declared as the heir to the Day Court. Elain and Lucien had been thrust from one change to another in such rapid succession that it felt like a dream, half expecting they’d wake up back at the manor again. They’d only accepted their bond a few months before they faced Koschei and they had just been happy to survive that ordeal. They had never expected all of this.

He and Elain had expressed their fears to each other throughout the entire pregnancy. Elain did not want to be as neglectful and cold as her own mother, and Lucien’s blood ran cold thinking of how Beron treated him. Would he have had this fear if he had been raised by Helion? He knew he would never, could never treat any child like Beron had treated him, but the fear still whispered in his ear late at night, on the edge of sleep.

Then, on a warm spring morning, she was born, screaming and healthy. Her arrival came with the dawn, the sun's rays seeming to stretch just for her. The world stopped as the healer placed his daughter in his arms for the first time. Another golden thread wrapped around his heart, a thread old and ancient. In that moment, Lucien knew he would be, that he was better than Beron. He could be the father he always wanted and he would never, ever let his daughter feel unloved for a moment. He and Elain had done a very good job of it so far, he thought. Despite her fears, Elain took to motherhood as easy as breathing. And Lucien felt so much peace and love amidst the sleepless nights. He had a family. A mate and a child, he had a father that claimed him, and his mother was here. He even had his eldest brother again.

In a strange way, his daughter had brought them all together.

Helion had sobbed when he held her for the first time. The High Lord of Day, his father, had expressed his own regret and loss for not knowing of Lucien’s true connection to him, but the beginning of their relationship was awkward as his son was now a grown male. But Helion swore he would not miss a moment for his granddaughter. He had wanted to throw the biggest party the Day Court had ever seen, but Lucien and Elain declined, simply wanting their daughter to be with her grandfather, without the pomp and circumstance.

No, Feyre, Rhys and the entire Inner Circle had brought their own pomp and circumstance for their new niece and cousin. Nyx refused to let anyone else hold the baby when he was around. “She’s my baby!” The toddler had hissed at anyone who walked by. Feyre and Nesta bawled and bickered over her, while Cassian swooped in and stole the little bundle from their arms at random. And Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, had spared no expense at providing his new niece with the most elaborate cradle of pine, carved with foxes chasing the sun. Mor had supplied a very frilly and pink wardrobe for the first year. “Oh, a little girl!” She had sighed, as she clapped her red lacquered nails together. Even Azriel had come, presenting a small, soft floral blanket with little rabbits and foxes running through the stems.

Jurian and Vassa, far off as Queen and General Regent of Scythia could not come, due to Vassa being far into her own pregnancy, but they wrote and promised to see each other again as soon as they were able. Lucien missed his old Band of Exiles, and he and Elain were desperate to meet their son, Altan and introduce their daughter to her human family.

Eris came alone when she was a week old. He left his new High Lord duties behind at the Forest House. Lucien had not seen him since the lake, when Eris struck down Beron in the throws of that final bloody battle at dawn. His stoic and cold older brother wept silently when the little babe opened her eyes and curled her small hand around his pale finger. “He lost Lucien,” Eris had said as he stared into her open eyes, “He doesn’t get her. He doesn’t get us anymore. He will never corrupt her.” Eris had come every week since, just to hold her, talk to her, and now as she grew, play with her. Today, he had walked her around the gardens, “I had a very terrible meeting with the courtiers today, dearest.” Lucien had heard him say to the baby, as she cooed and babbled in sympathy. He had officially announced her birth at court, giving his daughter full Autumn citizenship, much to everyone’s shock.

But it was when he presented the baby to his mother, placing her first grandchild in her arms and telling her he and Elain had named the babe for the sister she had lost so long ago, Mathilde, that Lucien felt the weight of the world off his shoulders. His mother’s face, closed off for so long, opened in a way Lucien had never seen. Lucien could not recall his mother smiling in quite the same way before. “She is perfect.” His mother had whispered, “Just perfect.” Now, his mother officially lived at the palace, finally able to accept her bond with Helion, living the peaceful life she had always deserved.

Next to him, Elain stirred. “Is she still awake?” she asked sluggishly, “She can’t still be hungry.”

“No, our little cricket was just telling me all about the Autumn Court secrets Uncle Eris shared with her.” Lucien said as he tickled her fat little tummy, delighting in the deep belly laugh she unleashed.

“Cricket, huh? I really like that.” Elain mused as she snuggled closer into Lucien, and swept back Mathilde’s curls. “It suits her.”

“Are you Cricket then, my darling?” Lucien asked. The baby babbled in a reply, “Well, I think that settles it. Now, if you can say Papa, we can sleep!” Lucien wanted to be Papa, not Father, a title so stiff and formal. Likewise Elain preferred Mama, and they had taken bets of who would get that first word.

“Hmmm, you keep telling yourself that, Lucien. Ma-Ma.” Elain said, emphasizing the m as Cricket stared at her with a wide eyed expression. Lucien grasped her chubby legs, getting her attention. “Pa-Pa, Cricket! Pa-Pa.”

“Pah-bah!”

His heart stopped at first, then rapidly began to beat. He heard Elain gasp, before he heard it again.

“Pah-bah! Pah-bah!” Cricket sang as she smiled and waved her limbs around. “Pah-bah!”

Lucien felt the tears stream down his cheeks before he registered he was crying. Sweeping his daughter up, he and Elain kissed her over and over again. Defeating a death god, escaping his brothers, being thrown out of home and land, Lucien forgot it all. No old guilt and anxiety festered deep in the corners of his thoughts. No memories sought to poison his happiness. No, it was pure joy Lucien felt the moment he heard his daughter say Papa with recognition and delight in her eyes.

Lucien only knew he was here with his mate, who loved him, and his daughter who knew him.

His Elain and his little Cricket.

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