#Lucien one shot

[sillymercury]

Hey Lucien!

Lucien x Musical!Reader

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Warnings: slight suggestiveness and some angst :p

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: You’ve been trying so long to make Lucien understand that he doesn’t have to try so hard for someone who doesn’t want him - not when you already love everything about him. When you decide to sing all the things you’ve been too scared to say, your mind can’t help but drift back to all the special moments that inspire you.

Based off ‘Hey Stephen’ by Taylor Swift

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“Hey Lucien, I know looks can be deceiving

But I know I saw a light in you

And as we walked we would talk

And I didn't say half the things I wanted to”

The wind gently blew my hair carrying the salty smell of the Sidra with it. The lights of the city were dancing on the water and I felt an ease fall over me as we walked through the city that was winding down.

“I would’ve moved here ages ago if I knew how beautiful this city was,” Lucien spoke gently as he basked in the peaceful air. At his words I couldn’t help but steal a glanced over and at that moment all of my breath was stolen from me. He looked majestic in the soft light from the setting sun, the tranquillity that rested on his features had my heart doing flips.

His face looked as if it had been carved from marble with a gentle, steady hand. His strong jaw that contoured into perfectly high cheekbones. His pointed nose that rested above perfect plump lips that looked ever so inviting. I saw his russet eye whirl as he took in his surroundings and in my imagination my fingers danced over his scars. The tanned skin on his face was painted with freckles and I wanted to kiss every one. And his hair, gods, his hair. It flowed down his back in gentle curls with the top half tied back; his bangs framed his face like a curtain flowing in the wind.

I let my eyes roam his entire body, his lean and muscled frame. His classic navy blue and gold tunic cut to fit him perfectly and the dark long sleeves that showed off the muscles lightly flexing in his arm.

“If I even knew it existed,” he laughed and the ariose melody knocked me out of my trance. I shook my head and laughed as well, bringing a hand to my mouth to make sure I wasn’t actively drooling.

“Well you’re here now,” I beamed up at him as I looped my arm through his. “And thank goodness, I’ve been in desperate need of a friend.”

He looked down at me and smiled and for the second time my breath was gone. I’ve never seen someone lit from the inside, but Lucien, he glowed.

“Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window

I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Lucien, boy, you might have me believing

I don't always have to be alone”

I sighed as I turned around and motioned for the bartender to bring me another one. Lucien was chatting up a pretty blonde female who found him very funny. He was charming and ladies flocked to his flame like moths, I just happened to be the one he never noticed.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he would go home with her as I threw back what was left of my stiff drink. He very seldom did, he was serious about courting Elain but she had evaded him for years now so he indulged when he “couldn’t help himself.” Most females only lasted a night, either not wanting more or running when they learned of his mate. He always thought it was fair, “Who would want me when my mate doesn’t even want me” he would joke in a sad tone. ‘Me!’ I would chant in my mind.

I didn’t care about Elain, and I would never admit to my dark fantasies of making her pay for the pain she put him through by stringing him along. I waited for the day she would finally reject him and I could pick up the pieces but it seemed she enjoyed taking her time deciding.

Perhaps one day she will choose him and I’ll remain the same, an after thought in the background of beautiful picture. I slumped forward resting my chin in my hand with another sigh. I spaced out while staring down the cup at the swishing the brown liquor, not noticing the presence behind me until warm hands met my shoulders.

“Put your nose any further in that cup and you’ll drown.”

I whirled around at the voice, “Lucien,” I breathed more to myself. Quickly scanning the floor behind him I didn’t see the blonde female anywhere. Looking back up into his eyes I gave him a small smile that mirrored his, “What happened, did you scare her off?”

Lucien just laughed as he took the stool next to me, motioning to the bartender for a drink of his own. “Nah,” he shook his head, his hair was down today and it swished around his face. He looked to me and his smile got wider, “I just would rather be with you.”

He nudged my shoulder as he spoke and I had to look away to hide my blush, how I wished that were really true.

“Hey Lucien, I've been holding back this feeling

So I've got some things to say to you (ha)

I've seen it all, so I thought

But I never seen nobody shine the way you do

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name”

“Thanks,” I smile as I accept the champagne from the tray, the store assistant only smiles in response.

I sip the expensive drink as I take in the scene of the small boutique. There were only 2 other shoppers in the hidden store, both are touchy couples searching for matching sets. I wonder briefly on the events they’re attending, balls, dates, or dinner parties. For a brief moment I let myself pretend I’m waiting for my partner, in my fantasy he’s looking for the perfect Tux to meet my father.

The fantasy dies when my rational mind cohorts with my insecurities and reminds me of reality. In reality Lucien is preparing for a dinner party at the river house, his carefulness and precision is for his mate, not me.

He was so excited at the invitation, dragging me out of my apartment saying he “absolutely needs the female opinion.” My heart broke every time he brought her up, “should I bring her flowers?” “I wish I knew what color she was wearing so I could match” “I hope she lets me sit next to her” and “I’m going to try sending something down the bond. Love? No. Adoration? Maybe she’ll like that.”

I know I have no room to be jealous, my jealousy is unfair to every party. I just hate how much he has to overthink with her, every interaction is like a chess move. With me… he could be himself. It would be natural and easy, no forcing interactions or twisting arms for conversations.

I’m pulled out of my mind when the door to the changing station opens and Lucien strolls out. His walk is lax, with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing his jaw. He’s clearly stressed but he looks so damn good, the view has me pressing my thighs together and shifting awkwardly.

He stops in front of me and the way he looks down has me biting my lip trying to control my bodies reaction. I couldn’t think of anything more horrific than flooding the intimate boutique with my arousal. In all my time I’ve never seen a male that can stop time, not like Lucien Vanserra. The world could catch fire and I would stop to stare, unaware.

He’s wearing a maroon suite with a white undershirt and he has his jacket pulled up, leaving every vein in his arms on full display. With his hair in a tight bun he looks positively divine. I look him over multiple times, greedily drinking in every detail.

“Y/N,” his smooth voice meets my ears and the way he says my name, low and methodical. I bite back the involuntary moan when it’s half way up my throat, leaving just an awkward grunt in response.

His face twists lightly displaying confusion before he continues, “I asked what you thought.”

I take the opportunity to inspect him one more time, and want to kick myself. The naughty thoughts invading my brain are shoved into a box with the promise of being delt with later.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out before I can conjure up a more appropriate response, a response fit to be given to a friend. “It’s beautiful, you look great.”

A light blush touches his cheeks and the butterflies in my stomach move with the force of a hurricane. The smile he gives me sets that hurricane on fire. He leans down and grabs both of my hands, pulling me into a standing position. Lucien’s lips connect with the skin on my knuckles and I lock my legs to keep them from giving out.

Just friends. Just friends. Just friends.

As if sensing what I need to hear he speaks, “Your such and amazing friend. Thank you.” He pulls me into a quick hug that I don’t return. I remain slack in his arms as I fight the tears away, giving them the promise of release later as well. He pulls back and smiles one last time before heading back to the changing room.

I fall back to the couch lamely and my hand presses to my mouth, as if that would keep all the grief from spilling out.

I remember hearing later that Elain also wore a maroon dress that night.

“It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change

Hey Lucien, why are people always leaving?

I think you and I should stay the same”

“I think I’m going to cut my hair,” Lucien states casually and the book that was inches from my face falls to my lap, completely forgotten.

“What?” I respond not being able to hide the pure shock. Lucien’s hair was my favorite feature and I know he loved it too.

“I’m just thinking of trying something different,” he shrugs and my mouth falls open at his blaśe attitude.

“But you love your hair?” The statement turned to a question as it left my mouth. I think over all the times he’s gushed about his hair, his products, styles, and accessories. He loves his hair more than a lot of females I’ve met.

Yeah, I do but-“ his hesitation tells me everything and I know exactly where this is coming from. An involuntary sigh leaves my lips as he goes on, “it’s been long for so long, hundreds of years at this point. I’m ready to try something new. Plus it’s hair, it’ll always grow back.”

My lips fell into a thin line and I looked away briefly while shaking my head. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep the anger from shining through. Anger that he felt he hand to change for someone, anger that he was willing to do it, anger that it was for his ungrateful mate. I knew Elain didn’t ask or insinuate that he should cut his hair, but she made him feel like he should. That thought alone had my blood boiling.

“You don’t have to change anything,” I finally turned to him with pleading eyes. I hoped my convincing would be enough as I went on, “Just stay the same Lucien.”

“I’ll still be Lucien,” his words were softer, he knew I knew. He leaned in and placed a strong hand over mine, “I’ll always be your friend.”

Not having the strength for words, my eyes fell to the book in my lap as I just nodded.

The next time I saw him he had a low taper fade and I couldn’t help but recall a certain shadowsinger.

“They're dimming the street lights

You're perfect for me

Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine”

I walk alone tugging my jacket tighter around my frame, every piece of exposed skin burns from the frigid air. Winter had come no holds barred, ice had taken the Sidra and snow coated everything. Winter in Velaris was breathtaking and I had no problem with the cold, but tonight it felt like my heart had froze.

I watched bitterly from the bridge as couple skated around the Sidra. Some held onto each other, helping whichever person had fallen. Some danced around each other, making lovely patterns in the ice. Some played a game of cat and mouse, skating in circles trying to catch each other. There were a plethora of couples on the bank that had taken to indulging in snowball fights, snow angles, and snowmen. The sun was sinking low in the sky and the dim fae lights cast a gentle glow across the city.

Love seemed to permeate the air, everywhere I looked I saw people happily enjoying the snow with their partners. People avoided coming near me, probably due to the resentful way I watched them. My heart ached to join, to enjoy the snow with the person I loved. But the person I loved wasn’t here.

Lucien had offered to take Elain dog sledding, much to everyone’s surprise she said yes. Her yes turned into multiple invitations so Lucien was spending the evening with most of the inner circle, being pulled through the mountains by groups of dogs. My frown deepened at the thought, my brain conjuring up images of all the fun he was having.

I was the one who told him about the activity, having mentioned going with my brother on many occasions as a child. My brother had since moved to Summer, opting to live with his mate and help run the apothecary she inherited from her mother. So I was alone, achingly alone.

A laugh pulled my attention, loud and boisterous, it echoed through the air. It was a man, his lover who was clearly a day court immigrant was using his powers to light up the snowflakes as they fell. The tiny flakes glowed as they swirled beautifully around the couple and they danced under it like no one was watching. The day court man pulled the other in suddenly and held his face, whispered something that earned him smile before sharing a passionate kiss.

Everything shone around them, the flakes falling, the piles of snow around them, and their lips as they met. The Velarian man pulled away first, smiling to his lover before pulling him in and dancing slowly as the glittering flakes continued to fall.

I looked away clutching my heart, I didn’t hide the tears or try to fight them. I let them fall. How I wished to be pulled in like that. How I wished to shine like that. How I wish it was all with him.

“Hey Lucien, I could give you 50 reasons

Why I should be the one you choose

And that girl, well, she’s beautiful

But would she write a song for you? (Ha-ha)”

Today was a good day, I didn’t feel like crying or raging while I sat across from Lucien. Today I was just numb, able to listen to Lucien rant and rave about the wonders of his mate. Our little friendly lunch day had only lasted 20 minutes before he brought her up.

“She’s just so beautiful,” he spoke wistfully with his eyes looking past me, imagining her. I just sipped the tea silently, ‘beautiful but inconsiderate, she doesn’t care to know you like I do.’

“I need to get this right. I have to fight for her.” I offer a small nod, ‘I’m the one fighting, your every insecurity, every fear, every tear. I fight for you everyday.’

“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted,” I have to actively hold back a scoff ‘Even though she doesn’t get your humor? Even though she won’t share a drink with you? Even though she won’t step out in the rain that you love to walk through? Even though she can’t stand the smell of the mirthroot you often indulge in? Even though-‘

“I’d do anything for her,” his words halted my thought and I just looked at him. I forced myself to smile as my soul screamed, ‘She wouldn’t even write a song for you’

“I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you”

I placed my six string on its stand and moved to the front of the sage, making a grateful gesture with my hand, I bowed lightly. I held out my hands for the rest of the band to take and when they moved forward to grab it we all did a full bow together. I smiled at the crowd as they cheered. Performing filled the aches that came from the crushing loneliness.

I had many friends once upon a time, ones that knew me backward and forward and cheered me on the loudest. All of that changed in the attack on Velaris. I was meant to meet them in the park that day, to enjoy the monthly group picnic we all carved time for. A fight with my neighbor over something I can’t remember now had me running late. I stepped outside only to be shoved to the ground and told to take cover, Hybren was brutally assaulting our peaceful city. I hid cowardly, tucked under a cabbage stall as I watched my city be torn to shreds. It was hours after the smoke cleared that I learned the park, our park, was one of the first places to be attacked. None of my friends were able to seek cover.

That was over a year ago, I was doing better. I finally left my apartment, I finally sang again, I finally decided to act like a person. Granted, it was still hard but I was at least functioning.

I had gotten used to the new cheers, they were loud but somehow still quiet compared to when my friends would flood the hall with whoops and yells. But tonight was different, there was loud whooping coming from the back and my eyes caught the culprit. It was a lean redheaded male with his hands cupped around his mouth to increase his volume. It felt like a fire had started in my heart, like a small flower had bloomed in a barren land. He was beautiful and he was all I saw, I was half convinced a spotlight was shining on him drowning everyone else in darkness.

He came to me when I was giving pleasantries to the regulars. It felt like the world around us was moving in slow motion when he spoke, “That last song was amazing.” I scanned the entirety of his gorgeous face, he looked like heaven personified. An angel taking fae form to come and drag me from my comfortable hell.

I forced myself to speak after a couple awkward beats of silence, “Thank you,” I bowed lightly, hiding my blush with my tipped head.

“You wrote it,” his tone was somewhere between a statement and a question and his eye shone with intrigue while the other whirled rapidly.

“Yea- yeah I did,” I couldn’t hide my smile as pride shone through my heart. This beautiful man liked my song.

“It was amazing, and your voice- perfect!”

The blush returned and I couldn’t help but beam, “Thank you…” I drew out the last word as I cocked an eyebrow.

“Lucien,” Lucien. In that moment I never wanted to say another name again. His large hand extended in between us and when I took it I felt pure electricity. Literally it seems as in that moment lightning struck outside, the light rain was slowly unraveling into a storm.

“I’m Y/n, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,” I looked him over audaciously under the guise of trying to recognize him. I knew he was new in town, I would’ve remembered a face like that.

“Yea,” he smacked his hands together as he looked around the crowded hall, “I’m new around here.”

I smiled at that as I spoke boldly for the first time in over a year, “Well let me buy you a drink, as a welcome gift.” He smiled at that and I led him to a table to sit down.

One drink turned into six and soon we were laughing loudly in the now quiet hall. People had filtered out slowly over the last few hours and there were only a few tables left. The drinks help lower our guard and after some idle chit chat we shared our life stories as well as our most embarrassing ones. I felt an ease that had been evading me for so long, this Lucien was like magic, returning something I thought was lost.

He had mentioned his mate and that things weren’t going so well but if was so brief I almost forgot about it. I told him about my late parents, my brother’s departure, and the loss of my friends. He listened intently but didn’t respond pitifully, just a few tragic stories of his own.

After our last drink he offered to see me home which I gratefully accepted, stepping outside we were faced with the downpour we had been avoiding. I tried to tell him he didn’t have to walk me all the way to my apartment but he insisted, he also insisted on carrying my guitar case.

When we finally stepped out from under the awning I began to run only to be stopped by his hand around my wrist. Whipping around I yelled over the sound of the rain, “What are you doing?!”

“Oh come one!” He laughed, “Your not going to melt are you?”

It was my turn to laugh, “No.”

“Then let’s enjoy this,” his hand that was still around my wrist moved up to twirl me around earning a drunken giggle as I stumbled. “I love the rain.”

“Me too,” I breathed maybe a bit to softly for him to hear. That was never true before but seeing him with his head tilted back, smiling as water slipped down perfect cheekbones; I never loved anything more.

We danced some more, jumping around like children. He kicked a puddle in my direction earning a small scream, the devilish curve of his lips snapped something in me. His lips, I wanted nothing more than to grab his face and kiss him passionately. In my head it was playing out like some sappy romance but when I stepped towards him he took off laughing.

“Hey!” I yelled broken up by laughs as I took off after him. He was going into the opposite direction of my apartment but I didn’t tell him that.

“Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm I can't help myself

Mmm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Mmm-mm, mm-mm”

I strummed one last time after I finished humming. I didn’t have the nerve to look up so I just stared at my six string until I heard a small sniffle. Snapping my head up I saw Lucien sitting across from me, he was letting his tears fall freely as he stared.

He had asked me to a picnic and at first I hesitated, I never thought I would have another but the idea of doing it with him encouraged me to be brave. I decided to take advantage of that bravery when I grabbed my guitar on the way out.

Today was the day I would sing to Lucien, just Lucien, with the song I wrote for him. I spent weeks working on it, feeling it should reflect the perfection of the person it was for. I never thought I would be singing it to him, too afraid it would ruin this beautiful friendship. Looking in the mirror this morning, ready to send for Lucien and cancel on the picnic I whispered to myself, “Be brave.” I chanted it over and over in my head until I was walking out with my journal and guitar case.

“Lucien-“ I whispered, feeling my own eyes prickle at his brazen display of emotion.

“You wrote that song for me?” He whispered back, cutting me off from saying anything else. I just nodded slowly and in response he screwed his eyes shut forcing more tears out. When he opened them he was turning his head, staring at the fields of the park working on controlling his breaths. After a few minutes of him not saying anything I started to panic, my heart fell to the bottom of my stomach and my hands were clammy as they gripped my instrument.

I felt the impending heartbreak, he was trying to find a way to let me down gently, crying because he was about to lose a friend. “Lucien I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-“

“I was beautiful,” he cut me off again, his eyes finally coming to mine as they swam with something I couldn’t place. “I loved it. I loved all of it.” I just stared mouth opening and closing like a lame fish, not knowing what to say. He grabbed my hand, and pulled it close to him, “I’ve never had anyone write me a song before,” his other hand slipped to my cup my cheek and my heart jumped at the action. “I’m so glad it was you.”

I moved the instrument off my lap and dove to wrap my arm around his neck. I cried, letting all the emotions I’ve been holding in for years out. His arms wrapped around me tightly as he cried into my neck. We sat like that for a few minutes before he pulled back, both hands grabbing my cheeks as his forehead pressed to mine.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed, the proximity causing his breath to fan across my face. I went to disagree but he just shook his head again before continuing, “No. I’ve been chasing a daydream- a fantasy- when everything I’ve ever wanted was right in front of me. It took me so long, too long, to see it and I’m sorry.”

I pulled back to look into his eyes and I couldn’t stop the tears, I let them fall freely and I probably looked crazy as I smiled widely at him. “Don’t apologize, I would do it for another two years. For you.”

He shook his head and a small chuckle slipped out, “Well now you don’t have too.” His smiled too before bringing his lips to mine.

The world exploded. Stars came to earth and burst, spraying everything with their technicolor dust. I pulled him to me tightly as I finally felt what I’ve been waiting-seemingly my whole life- for. Our lips moved in perfect sync and neither of us could help the chuckles and the smiles that slipped through.

When he finally pulled away he stared at me with a wide smile, “Think you could sing that song for me one more time?”

I laughed and kissed him once more before leaning back and grabbing my six string.

A/N: Okay this one was soooooo much fun to write, and my baby LUCIENNN he deserves a love like this. Taylor Swift is mother and every time I hear her songs I envision beautiful stories. So big shout out to my sister who told me to write for this song specifically.

If you made it this far I LOVE YOUUUU and my asks are always open for requests <3

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[klausysworld]

Reader( human) is a sweet girl who works for lucien. (She gives him blood and all that) so when klaus is at Luciens apartment he meets reader and she is kinda scared of him but still gives him blood and a drink and all that stuff since lucien told her too. Klaus notices that she doesn't wanna be there so he tries getting closer to her. When he and his family fought lucien he goes back to the apartment and convinces her to come with him. Please with fluffy smut. How they have sex or why or what happens with them when she goes with him is completely up to you.

Triggering content, including physical and sexual abuse but ultimately a happy ending!!

My Darling.

Klaus knew something was off with Lucien.

The timing of his arrival alone was suspicious and now a prophecy? Everything was...strange and calculated but Klaus knew how to play.

When he stepped foot into his old friend's apartment, he could feel her presence. He knew someone else was there but he certainly wasn't expecting Lucien to start clicking his fingers and a girl to literally come running.

Lucien had a smug grin on his face when she immediately kneeled in front of him and held out her wrists on his lap. Klaus felt his jaw clench at the thick smell of fear rolling off her.

"This is Klaus, Klaus meet Y/N. She's my...what do we call you, love? Hm?" Lucien was taunting her and her humiliation was obvious.

"A pet, sir." She whispered and flinched when his hand roughly patted her head.

"That's right. Now come here and sit on my dear friend's lap. Give him a drink." He ordered and she quickly nodded.

Klaus felt his eyes go wide when she immediately straddled his lap, sitting right on top of his crotch and holding out her arm. Lucien laughed and shook his head.

"Your neck." He corrected and Klaus felt her tense before moving her hair to the side and shifting to press the side of her throat to his mouth.

Now Klaus could have refused but the way Lucien was staring at him, waiting him to drink, daring him. It made him comply and sink his teeth in. Her blood was a beautiful consistency and an addictive taste as he swallowed down a series of mouth falls. After a moment he found that he had closed his eyes at some point and so reopened them when pulling away. A surprised grunt left him when he felt her hips move, he looked down to see her dry humping his growing erection and his grip on her hips went tight, trying to stop her.

"She's excellent, go on love give him a blow job." He commanded and she started to undo his belt but Klaus grabbed her hands.

"That's...not necessary." He cleared his throat and Lucien raised a brow before shooting her a glare.

"You heard him, get off." He told her and she quickly got off Klaus and onto Lucien, hugging his midsection tight.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, tone pleading. Lucien rolled his eyes and turned back to Klaus, ignoring the petrified girl on his lap.

They got back to the prophecy, though Klaus's attention kept drifting back to Y/N. Poor little thing looked adorable and yet he couldn't think about how cute she was when she was literally shaking and apologising religiously under her breath.

"Is she compelled?" He asked, curious and completely blanking everything Lucien had just said.

"No." Lucien stated simply and sighed, getting annoyed with her clinginess. "She isn't compelled, she just knows her worth." He spat, shoving her back to the floor and having her kneel back down on the carpet, being a quiet as possible to he wouldn't get angry.

Klaus swallowed thickly. Silently he nodded so that he wouldn't say anything out of line that would cause things to escalate. Instead he got things back on track and pulled the attention away from her.

When he left, he felt a little concerned for what would happen to her once she was alone with Lucien.

The hybrid didn't have the opportunity to go over often, only occasionally but on those occasions he would watch her. He fed from her each time but never let it go as far as Lucien tried to push her.

On the dreaded day that Klaus was held hostage on Lucien's apartment, Y/N was beyond skittish. It was clear that Aurora didn't like her. She despised the human even more when she noticed Klaus's gaze linger a second too long when the girl had come scrambling in with the vervain Aurora had demanded.

The second Klaus looked back at Aurora, he knew he'd made a mistake. the redhead and Y/N by the hair, dragging her to Klaus and holding her up, too high for her toes to touch the ground. Cries bled from her mouth but Klaus kept silent and just glared, knowing that should he speak, it would only make it worse.

Klaus had been quick to get out of those chains and out of that home, too quick to save the poor girl who lay bloody and bruised on the tiles of the kitchen floor.

However he did not forget about her.

As soon as Lucien was dead and the others were rid of, he went back for her. It took a couple witches to get inside but once he did, he tried calling out for her.

"Y/N?" he yelled but in a gentle sort of tone so it didn't scare her. "It's Klaus- are you...oh" His words died down when he opened a door.

She was in the bathtub, no water but she was lead in a puddle of her own blood. Her neck had a fat chunk missing and she was bleeding rapidly, her skin had dulled and her heart was slow.

Urgently, Klaus moved to get her up and out.

"I'm sorry." She uttered when she felt someone pick her up.

Klaus frowned to himself and laid her down on the couch. He pushed her hair aside, grimacing a little when it pulled away from the dry blood attached to her skin.

"I need you to drink from my wrist." He told her and she wasn't in any position to disagree so when the metallic taste pressed to her lips, she took it down with ease. "Good girl." Klaus whispered, nodding to himself and her as he made sure that her wounds healed.

Once she stopped drinking he cupped her sweet face.

"How long have you been in there?" He asked and she sniffled.

"Lucien...he was angry and I- I didn't do good." She whimpered and he frowned.

"He bit you? Love, its been three days since I killed him-" He told her but noticed her flinch and he tilted his head. "Love-" He tried but she let out a frightened cry. Klaus took a pause and realisation settled over him. Lucien had called her 'love'.

"It's alright." He whispered, carefully shifting to pick her up. "I'm going to bring you to my home, get you something you like to wear...something to eat? I bet the bastard didn't even feed you." He mumbled, frowning and stroking her hair. Y/N didn't utter a word, just let him take her away.

Y/N was still a little afraid but no where near as afraid as she was of Lucien so she ignored the pit in her stomach. Klaus took her home and sat her down by the fireplace. "There you go...sweetheart." He whispered, hesitating on the nickname and watching for a negative response. She shifted uncomfortably and he made a mental note. Klaus had forgotten that Lucien had tried so hard to be just like him, same accent, same vocabulary, same style, same tactics. It pissed him off to no end but now it was actually hurting someone.

Klaus sighed to himself and scratched the back of his neck. "I'll be back." He murmured, flashing off before returning with a chocolate twist from the nearby bakery. "I bet you like chocolate don't you, darling?" He offered, watching with a smile when she nodded and slowly accepted the food.

Later she took a shower and picked some clothes from Hayley and Rebekah's wardrobes. Both girls were happy to help her, girls had to stick together and it was obvious that nobody had been there for her for far too long.

They both knew she had been through it. They hadn't been told specifics but it was clear from her demeanour, she was scared, she felt indebted. Both girls had to try and show her that she wasn't a pet and there weren't expectations however the nest day, their clothes had been washed, dried and folded for them. Klaus had woken to a hand on his pants, his eyes had flown open to see her sad eyes on his waistband whilst her soft little hands pulled it down.

"Y/N!" He gasped and she flinched, almost falling off the bed but he managed to catch her. "Bloody hell" He mumbled, gently putting her down and loosening grip so he couldn't hurt her. "What were you doing, darling?" He asked and she looked at him confused.

"Waking you up..." She answered like it was expected behaviour. "You own me now-"

"No..." He breathed, his frown deepening when she said those words. "Darling, you're not a pet. You're a girl, you do what you want to do not what I want. You say no to me okay? You can always tell me and anyone here if you do or don't like something. You don't like beans? You tell me 'Klaus I don't like them' okay?" He told her, his voice both firm but calm to get his message across.

Y/n just stared at him. She felt like it was a trick or a test. Lucien had done it once, told her she should go outside to get some air only to chain her to the corner of the room and yell at her for trying to leave him.

Klaus could see she wasn't buying it, he wasn't sure what to do.

"Are you..." He stopped with a sigh, "Lets just move one day at a time." He whispered, "You'll feel better soon and you'll see that you don't ever have to do things...especially that."

Y/N put her hands into her lap and pinched her skin to hurt herself. She felt like she had disappointed him, even if he was adamant that she hadn't.

Things were hard for the first couple weeks. Klaus and the rest of the Mikaelson's had to try persuade her she wasn't in any way obligated to them and that she was allowed to do as she pleased.

Slowly she became comfortable in their home, around each of them and spoke a little more. However she still wouldn't go outside unless Klaus was there, he needed to hold her hand and make sure nobody would take her away.

Klaus had worked hard to have her feel safe. Even with Lucien dead, nightmares haunted her that he would take her back and punish her for leaving him. Too many nights had been filled with her screaming for help until Klaus would take her to his room and convince her that he would keep those dreams away. To be fair to him, he made sure to keep her mind at peace each night. Nothing scary could ever catch her again.

But then Klaus found himself watching a scene in her head, it was him and her curled up on the couch, just snuggling and watching TV like a normal couple. Klaus watched with interest when their dream versions kissed passionately.

The next morning he woke with her laid out across him. Fast asleep and looking adorable as usual. He smiled to himself and rubbed her back gently. After a while she woke up and he kept her all fuzzy and warm until she wanted to get out of bed.

That was how most mornings were, then the day would all depend on enemies and alliances. Sometimes Y/N was left all alone in the mansion, allowing her to read and discover every hidden room within. As many days as possible, someone would be home with her and they'd do something fun. Rebekah had been showing Y/N how to sew, Elijah was offering to teach her literature and history and Hayley would have them both dressed up playing with Hope. None of them knew how long she had been victim to Lucien but they dreaded that it had been far too long. Her education was minimal, all she seemed to know how to do was wash their clothes and clean up after them like a little maid.

Each time they spoke to her and told her she didn't need to do that, she would get upset and feel useless. All she had ever been wanted for was to serve Lucien and now she didn't have a purpose. She was beyond happy that she wasn't subjected to his treatment but she wasn't sure what she was ever supposed to do now that she was given everything. Luxuries weren't something she had ever heavily desired, a simple life is what she wanted but she was too traumatised of the outside world to live in it anymore.

Klaus had taken her to a experience a jazz festival to try show her the beauty in the world but the amount of people, the smell of alcohol, the noise. Everything attacked her at once and she ended up in tears, Klaus shielding her in an empty street that he had sped them too. He felt awful, he tried to calm her down and to soothe her but it wasn't working. Only once they got home and he was all she could feel, hear and smell was she able to calm down.

Klaus held her for hours, he was prepared to never let her go with how tightly she clung to him.

Helping her gain confidence was the most difficult thing after everything. Going from worthless to priceless was very literally life changing. Klaus feared that she may never understand how perfect she was, how much she deserved.

The Mikaelson's had all had their issues with identity and self value in the past so they all tried to help her understand hers. Rebekah especially was able to show Y/N just how beautiful she really was.

Once she became more comfortable with herself as well as others, everything was more natural. Her healing process was long but worth it.

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Klaus smiled as he looked out the window, Y/N was running around the garden with Hope, laughing and squealing. They played for hours in the sunshine until dinner time rolled around and Hayley and Elijah had dinner set out for everyone.

Klaus had Hope sat in his lap whilst holding onto Y/N's thigh subconsciously under the table. Once everyone finished eating, Hope went up for her bath and Klaus's attention was on Y/N.

He wrapped his arm round her waist and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head with a soft hum. He tried to pull her away from the sink but she giggled and whined.

"Hayley and Elijah cooked. It's our turn to clean." She reminded and he smiled, nuzzling her hair.

"Why don't Rebekah and Marcel ever clean hm?" He pressed and she shrugged whilst grabbing a dirty dish which he immediately took away from her. "I don't want you to ever have to clean." He whispered, hugging her tight.

"I don't mind cleaning when it's on rotation. This way it's all fair, now helppp. We cook tomorrow." She reminded and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Mmm, I love when you refer to us like we're one. I'll do the dishes darling. You can get ready for bed?"

"You don't need to do that-"

"I want to darling, now off you go." He smiled and ruffled her hair with a chuckle when her hands tried to flatten it back down. She begrudgingly went upstairs and let him finish washing up before he returned and got changed before snuggling up around her.

She curled right into him savouring his warmth and breathing his scent. "I'm really glad I met you." She murmured to him and he smiled.

"I'm beyond glad to have met you too my darling." He purred, kissing her cheek. She blushed against his lips and rubbed her face into him much like a needy cat. "You're so perfect." He whispered, smelling her hair.

"I love you, Klaus." She uttered her eyes shining with vulnerability and slight fear but he quickly diminished it.

"I love you much more Y/N." He internally promised to never let her hurt, long, need again. Klaus smiled when he saw her go red in the face, he peppered her face in little kisses.

Y/N's breath got caught in her throat when he pecked her lips, it was a short but sweet kiss. He pulled back to gauge her reaction, check he hadn't overstepped but it was clear he hadn't. Her pupils were blown and her body was relaxed. She trusted him and she wanted him.

Klaus smiled, a genuine smile before stroking her hair down flat. His head lowered again to kiss her lips once more, lingering a couple seconds extra. He then turned back around and dipped his hands in the soapy water and got to the dishes.

Leaving a bashful Y/N to head on upstairs to the room they had been sharing.

When he got back up there, she was already in bed. Pyjamas fresh and already warmed to her skin as she peeked up at him from the duvet.

His lips upturned instantly, "You look beautiful, my darling." He told her, heading over to kiss her cheek sweetly before grabbing some plaid pants and a t-shirt and disappearing into the bathroom.

Since having Y/N stay with him, Klaus had been wearing full pyjama sets to keep her comfortable. Honestly, he didn't mind. It was comfortable and kept him feeling fresh and ensured him that Y/N felt safe in his bed.

He could certainly tell the difference between the first time she stayed with him and this time. Now when he came back into the room she was all smiles and giggles, waiting for him and wanting him there.

Klaus climbed into bed, pulling the covers round him and sliding her to his side. His lips attacked the side of her pretty face before he reached over and switched on the soft little night light that she needed for comfort and then turned off the bigger lamp so only a gentle glow illuminated the room slightly.

Y/N snuggled up to his body, he could still feel her smooth skin through their clothes. He loved how perfect she was, it was incredible that she could still be so perfect after everything she'd been through. He would aways love her, everything about her.

That was all he could think about as he watched her little fingers toy with his. Klaus always touched her so gentle, so careful. That night was no different and Y/N knew that; she trusted him.

He wasn't Lucien.

"You're not him." She uttered, voice so quiet and faint against his ear when he lay between her legs. His heart ache for her.

"I'm not him." He assured, his hand gently petting her head as his hips rocked lovingly against hers. "I'll never be him." He whispered; promised.

Y/N's walls squeezed him so good, showed him she felt good too. Klaus made sure to glance down at her delicate features, checking for those signs of pleasure. His hips would buck up, filling her deeply so she would cry his name blissfully.

"That feels nice, doesn't it darling?" He whispered against her ear with a little kiss to the shell. Her head nodded, eyes glassy as she looked up at his. Klaus could internally feel her soul reaching for his, needing him. "Can you tell me it feels nice, sweet Y/N?" He asked her gently and she gasped for the air to talk.

"Feels really nice, Klaus, promise!" She whined, body tightening again making him nuzzle to the crook of her neck. His nostrils flared, breathing in her scent like a drug as he pushed his hips forward to bury deep inside her when he came; filling her gently like she ought be treated. Her cry of pleasure brought him such joy and a sense of peace that he was able to bring her to her peak, make her content like she had always needed. Feeling her soft body contacting lightly around him as she whimpered and trembled beneath him made his heart swell. His fingers stroked her hair slowly, soothing her body back down from its high.

"You know that I love you. I knew I'd love you, care for you like this since the first time I held you in my arms." He whispered to her, sincerity shining.

Y/N smiled up at him, glowing skin and messy hair but still as beautiful as ever.

By morning they were dressed again, legs tangled and bodies snuggled.

Mornings soon became Klaus's favourite time of the day, having her warmth against his. The knowing she's safe and secure and at peace. Often he'd let her curl up with the covers over them whilst his head buried between her thighs and she bit down on the quilt to hide her sounds from the sun. Then he'd take them back downstairs for something to eat before the day truly began.

It was a long road to get to the safe place they were in now but nothing had been more worth it.

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✨ pairings: Lucien x Reader, Elucien

🔮 preview: Hanahaki Disease definition: “If your love is not getting returned, flowers start growing inside your body, suffocating you from the inside. Surgical removal is dangerous and you're dying without your soulmate's love.”

📣 trigger warnings: pining, unacquainted romance, vomiting, mentions of blood, ambiguous ending

🔎 rating: PG-13 | 🔏 word count: 4.5k

💜 masterlist + notes: I am the Queen of Angst, as per @prythianpages… another one for the books. I loved Lucien, I loved him since ACOTAR. And so, it is time… to give him some angst to his already angsty story. I do hope you guys enjoy it!

“Lucien —-”

You gasped his name, struggling against the bonds that bound your hands behind your back, your knees ached against the stone ground. Tears lined your eyes, watching Lucien leave your side, tugging the turned middle Archeron sister into his arms, her wet form shivering from being drowned into the cauldron moments earlier.

The world around you slowed and all you could focus on was how Lucien held the sister so tenderly in his arms. For a moment, his back stiffened, and looked over his shoulder — back at you. Your eyes connected and all you felt was a burst in your chest — one that glowed but also one that was slowly suffocating you.

A mating bond.

Another gasp escaped your lips, head bowing as you pressed your forehead against the cool stone underneath your body. Your chest heaved, gasping as your back arched — your throat burned, your chest ached, you felt as if your lungs were on fire. You felt like you were burning from the inside out. Tilting your head up, you hoped that Lucien’s gaze was still on you, that he would abandon the Archeron sister and return to your side — you had hoped that the mating bond snapped for him as well; however, that wasn’t the case.

The eldest Archeron sister snatched the younger back into her arms, pushing Lucien away, him stumbling back from the strength. You watched as Lucien and the middle sister’s gaze intertwined, and even from your position, you could hear the disbelief in his tone.

“You’re my mate.”

The world tilted in front of you, and chaos ensued. You didn’t care whether Tamlin had broken out of his bonds and stalked towards Feyre. You didn’t care that Feyre was begging Tamlin to break the bond between her and Rhysand. You didn’t care that the Hybern King had caused all this madness — just for the Cauldron.

You just didn’t care.

Because all you cared about was the fact that Lucien had felt the bond with the middle Archeron sister — the beautiful Cauldron-Made fae — and not you.

Your world blurred behind your eyes, and you didn’t even realize that Mor was winnowing everyone of the Inner Circle away — the ward had been broken, and everyone was escaping. You watched as she ripped the Archeron sister from Lucien’s grasp, the male roaring at the loss of his mate. He clawed and grasped the ground where she had laid. You wanted to call out to him, tell him that you were still there — that he had another mate. But your voice died in your throat, and you barely could even let out a whisper of his name. Your throat burned, and you felt your lungs constrict and you couldn’t get any air in your lungs.

Pressing your hand against your throat, you wheezed.

You couldn’t breathe.

Panic set into your features as you clawed the palms of your hands, blood dripping down onto the ground. Arms gathered around you, tugging the bonds away from your wrist as you looked up, “—-Mor…” you choked out, grasping her upper arms as you struggled to get to your feet. You focused on her, and not the fact that your body was slowly being deprived of air.

She pressed her lips on the crown of your head, soothing you, as if she knew exactly what had happened between you and Lucien, “Hold on tight, (Y/N), we’re going home… You’re going to be okay…”

Wrapping your arms around her shoulders, you glanced at Lucien, watching him snap his head back towards you as if feeling that you were going to be taken away from him as well. Your eyes locked with his and you felt tears cascade down your cheeks.

“(Y/N)—-…!”

Your name slipped from his lips and all you saw before you were taken in swirls of light and darkness, was his hand reaching out to you.

“(Y/N)…”

You held up a hand, stopping a worried Feyre from coming to your aid. Eyes locked with hers and all you could do was shake your head, a silent plead not to draw any attention. A moment of silence passed before your gaze drifted up those familiar marble steps, the scent of your mate lingering in the air.

Lucien had just stopped by the River House and passed you — heading up those stairs… into Elain’s room.

You held your breath, awaiting the moment when the pain would slam into your body.

Burst!

A painful gasp escaped your lips as you grasped your chest, feeling the burst of flowers invading your lungs. It had taken your breath away so strongly that you stumbled backward, pressing your back against the marble column, chest heaving as you tried to gain any ounce of air into your flower-filled lungs.

Tears stung your eyes as the pain wracked your body, teeth biting into pink-stained lips, fighting back a painful cry that threatened to leave your throat. You couldn’t make noise… not when Lucien was oh-so-close to hearing it.

Just the thought of the male caused another surge of pain, feeling your organs being pushed around inside your body to make way for more of those deadly flowers to occupy your being.

It hurt so much.

All you could focus was on the indescribable pain, feeling every burst and explosion of your illness taking over your body, that you barely were able to feel gentle hands cupping your cheek — the scent of paint and starlight invading your system — Feyre.

You couldn’t help but lean into her gentle hold, her warmth as you blinked away the white flashes of pain, trying with all your might to focus on your friend. The High Lady looked at you with fear and worry etched on her beautiful, ethereal features and all you could do was give her a small smile, despite the pain that wracked your body with tiny shivers, “I’m fine, Feyre…” You tried to reassure her, your voice meek and strained… your tone shaking underneath each word. You wanted to convince yourself that you were fine… it was just another flare of your illness.

It would pass.

It always did.

Both of you knew you were nothing but fine.

Not when the source of your pain was just up those marble steps.

Your face scrunched as another wave of pain shook your body, your back arching and your limbs stiffening at the agony that you were succumbing to every time your illness took over. Attempting to regain control over your body, you pressed your palm against your mouth, trying to fight back every urge to vomit all over the floor. But the burn in your throat was so strong, that the need to empty your stomach would help alleviate the pain. You scrambled to push Feyre away, pressing your hands against marble floors — and all you could do was heave.

A rainbow of flowers splashed onto those pristine floors — vines and thorns from those very flowers scratching your lungs and throat, causing blood to spew out of your lips, dripping down the edge of your lips, coating those flowers with red and the smell of metal lingering in your mouth.

It burns, it hurts.

That was all that you can think of.

How the pain took over your whole body, and there was nothing else you could think of.

Not even the fact that your destined mate had decided to choose a bond that was not connected to you.

Tears of agony cascaded down your cheeks as you gagged and heaved those flowers that took over your entire system. You inhaled, grasping as much air as you could before you vomited again, this time the contents of your stomach pooling underneath you.

You didn’t understand why. You couldn’t understand why this was cursed upon you — why you were destined to live this way, in so much pain… in so much hurt.

In so much loneliness.

For millennials, you had believed a mating bond was a beautiful thing, something that a happy ever after would grant you, much like those fairytale stories that you read as a child.

But for centuries, you realized that a mating bond was nothing but a curse.

The beauty of a mating bond, the flowers of love and romance… disguised as torture and unhappiness.

You didn’t even know, nor did you care, how long you were in that foyer, puking your lungs and stomach out. At that point, you didn’t care if Lucien had heard your retching from Elain’s room. All you wanted was for the pain to stop. Your vision blurred and your body swayed under the exhaustion you felt. You tried to stay conscious, tried to keep yourself from fainting… but you were so tired. You felt your body sway, the weariness tugging your brain to the darkness. But you caught yourself, regaining your balance with your hands and knees, fingers grasping onto the soft petals that lay beneath you, feeling them crunch underneath your grip.

Oh, how you hated it.

Hated how those flowers felt underneath your palm.

They were soft and gentle… but they grew inside of you — a curse to remind you of how devious and deceiving a mating bond was.

You had been so focused on the pain, so focused on staying awake that you barely heard the shuffling around you, how shadows covered your body, soothing your aching body. Whispers of worry passed over your subconscious, not having the energy to listen to what they were saying — was it about you? Did they take pity on your pain and suffering? You didn’t have an ounce to care. When gentle hands grasped your hands, feeling Feyre’s hands slip away from your cheeks, you whimpered, missing the warmth from your friend, only to be lulled into warm and gentle arms.

Blinking away the weariness and the tears, you looked up, your head lulling back onto broad shoulders and into beautiful violet hues.

“Rhys…” you whispered, your voice hoarse, your hands weakly reaching up to grasp his suit, bunching it up in your blood-stained hand, trying to ground yourself, to distract yourself from the pain that plagued your body.

Your body stiffened in his hold, another wave of agony threatened to pull you into subconsciousness. You whimpered, trying to gain little control over what was left of your body, one that was not dominated by torment.

You tried to focus on his words, seeing his lips open and close, as if telling you something — but the fog that penetrated your mind was so strong that it was just noise in your head. Vision swayed and black spots appeared in your vision. Your head rolled back again, your body becoming heavy in Rhys’ arms, as you felt him shift your body in his hold.

Gentle hands grasped the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at those violet hues. You blinked, trying to focus on the High Lord before a wave of darkness stormed into your mind, gently taking the pain away before lulling you into darkness — your body felt light, your mind drifting in the sea of darkness that welcomed you.

You floated in that darkness and all you hoped was that you would never wake up — would never have to succumb to the pain again. And never would have to face your mate who yearned for another.

But your wishes would never come true — they never did.

And when you had awoken, nightfall had fallen over Valeris.

Your body felt heavy, something that you had grown used to, after an intense eruption of your illness.

You lay there, in your bed, trying to attempt to lull yourself back into sleep, into that darkness that made you feel nothing. But your mind screamed at you to wake, to not drift into that darkness again.

An exhausted sigh escaped your lips, your throat burning from retching your lungs out, as you allowed your fingers to gently wiggle underneath the satin sheets, attempting to regain control over your body, feeling the cool sensation under your fingertips, grounding yourself back to the present — away from the memory of mental and physical suffering. You lay there, for seconds, minutes… hours before you opted to open your eyes. You blinked away the dried tears that crusted them, you blinked away the fatigue that made your eyelids feel heavy, as you focused on the painted ceiling above you — an image of the night sky, the one that mirrored the one outside your very windows. It usually gave you comfort, it gave you a sense of peace.

But at that very moment, all you felt was hollow.

As if you had emptied your whole self, your whole soul with those flowers, hours earlier. And now, there was nothing left of you. Your body was nothing but a greenhouse to create those painful flowers, there was no you left in the shell of your body.

It was a feeling, a moment that you would never get used to. On the feeling of being lost, that no one would be able to understand what you go through. And that no one ever would.

The door creaked open, the sound resonating loudly in your quiet room before the patter of feet entered your room.

You had no energy to look see who it was, you had no energy to do anything besides just lay there and rot, to decay into soil for those rotten flowers to grow from.

The bed dipped and you glanced over to see Feyre, that same worried expression on her features. You watched how her face twitched and shifted, trying to find the proper guise to speak to you with… but all you could see was the shadow of concern in her look. You watched as her brain turned, her lips parting before closing again — trying to figure out how to approach you.

Like you were an endangered, hurt animal.

“…How are you feeling, (Y/N)?” her lips tugged up into a simper of a smile, after a few minutes of silence, though her brows knitted together, assessing you from your supine position in bed, trying to gauge your physical and mental condition.

Dull eyes stared at her, unblinking and unmoving, and your throat itched to say something — something to smooth out those lines on her features.

But you couldn’t.

There were no words that could describe how much agony you go through… Every. Single. Time. You could never explain to Feyre, to Rhysand, or the rest of the Inner Circle… how it feels to have something so beautiful be so deadly.

No matter how many times they ask you, try to pull words out of you, or even whenever you allow Rhysand to wander your mind to understand just a bit of your pain… they would never fully understand.

All because your love was unreciprocated.

Your love and bond with Lucien Vanserra.

You had known him for centuries, ever since he had stepped into the borders of Spring Court. You had been nothing but the daughter of a low-ranking noble, one who had the privilege of serving Tamlin as a scholar in the High Lord’s castle; he had been the one to give you such a title. You had been the one who alerted your High Lord about the threat of Lucien’s brothers’ attempt at his life. You had been the one who befriended Lucien and allowed him to adjust while he was found a position in Tamlin’s court. You had been the one to stay by his side when the High Queen had ripped his eye out, been the one to nurse him back to health. You had gone through forty-nine years of the curse alongside him. And you had been the one beside him through the perils of Under the Mountain.

You had been his first friend in Spring Court.

And he had been your first love.

You had hoped and prayed for the Mother and the Gods to will your kindred spirits into a mating bond. You had hoped and prayed you gain any confidence to confess your feelings for him. But for centuries, that had been your downfall, you had been content with his presence, content with his friendship that you had believed that nothing would have changed.

But in the end, everything changed.

Feyre looked into your eyes, trying to find that part of you that still fought — fought for your life and your soul against this illness, but when she couldn’t, she sighed, willing back tears before reaching over to run her fingers through your tangled locks, trying to formulate comforting words to help you with your ordeal. But both of you knew, after knowing each other for years, there were no words that would soothe your pain.

Turning your head towards the rays of light that shone from your large windows, you focused on the soothing motion of your friend’s delicate fingers through your hair as you soaked in the night, twinkling sky of Valeris.

You had realized over the past few months you’ve lived in Night Court, that you had fallen in love with the night sky — how vast and never-ending it was over your head. It had eclipsed your previous adoration for your former home’s vast spring fields, ones that were overrun with wildflower and fresh grass — and that, now, you would happily die just laying out and staring into the twinkling night of Valeris’ skies.

Feyre had always said your sense of humor was morbid, how you would casually just bring up how you’d die as if it was a normal conversation starter.

But to you, it was.

Your illness was the only thing on your mind nowadays. Wondering when you would succumb to the pain and just die, or when the flowers finally take over your body — what would happen to you? Would you become a tree, lifeless and hollow, sprouting flowers from your mouth and nose?

It was the fear that drove your thoughts, turning them into morbid humor.

Because it was the only way you could cope with your looming doom.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, tasting the petals in your lungs, you turned back to Feyre, “…Is he still with her?”

Pain tugged on Feyre’s features and her hand grew still against your locks, hand pulling away and you could see that it was shaking.

That was the only confirmation you needed.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” Feyre whispered, shifting so that she could sit closer to you, bringing your body into her warm embrace, “I had tried. Tried to force them apart with multiple different excuses, but Elain wanted to see him. She felt the tug on his end of the bond… and had grown curious... They’ve been together the whole night…”

There was nothing she could do to help soothe the ache in your chest. No comforting words, no gentle gestures. Nothing.

Tears brimmed your vision and all you could do was curse the Mother and the Cauldron.

Why couldn’t it be you?

Why couldn’t it be you that Lucien felt at the end of the golden string?

Why did the Cauldron deem that Elain was better for Lucien than you?

“(Y/N)…”

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you looked over your shoulder, the sound of your name coming from a familiar-sounding voice — one that you had wished for centuries would call yours more often.

“Lucien…”

There stood at the threshold of your bedroom was Lucien, leaning against the open door, arms crossed over his chest. He garbed Autumn Court colors, rouge and gold material complimenting his skin tone very well.

He was a prince charming, straight out of those fairy tale books — but he wasn’t here to sweep you off your feet.

Your eyes glanced over his form, and caught the glimmering shine of the golden band around his ring finger — it was his wedding day. The ache of the mating bond resonated in your chest, one that you had grown used to and didn’t often flinch from the pain, and you gave a tiny smile, one you hoped wasn’t laced with anguish and hurt.

You had to be happy.

Happy for his sake.

“I didn’t see you at the ceremony… Feyre said you were here in your room…”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the taste of petals coating your tongue, “…I wasn’t feeling too well, I watched it from up here though. It was a beautiful wedding, Lucien… I’m, happy for you.”

And you were, you were happy for him but the small part of you, wanted that happiness to be with you.

But the Mother does not grant you wishes — never for you.

Lucien stepped into your room and you felt your back stiffen slightly, shifting so you were closer to the metal railing of your balcony. You watched those heterochromatic hues stare at you, sweeping over your form as if to find the illness he had heard so much about — that russet eye assessing your form as if he could see right into your soul.

All you wanted to do was turn around, avoid his gaze — just avoid him entirely like you have been doing for the past few years.

You couldn’t be near him… not anymore.

He didn’t seek you out often anymore, and so you did the same.

For your health.

You watched as he stepped passed the doorway, his boots echoing into your room and that’s what you focused on, how he grew closer and closer to you to the point where he stood in front of you — his woody scent intermixed with honey and jasmine, of Elain’s scent.

It made you nauseous that your world spun around, you pinched your eyes shut, reaching back to grab onto the railing so you wouldn’t fall to your death. Though death seemed to be a better option than confronting Lucien.

Hands gripped your upper arms, as if to still your wavering body and your senses were overwhelmed by his — his scent, his breath, the warmth that radiated from his hands and body to your own.

It has been too much.

Pressing your hands against his chest, you shoved him away, your breath quick and sweat lining your forehead.

“Don't touch me… Please…” you begged him.

You used to love being in his presence. During peaceful times, before Amarantha’s reign, before the curse… you would always seek each other out — whether it be just basking in each other’s presence, or talking about your day to one another — your eyes would always try to look for him. He would easily just hold your hand for comfort or you'd always be welcome in his arms.

Everything was so much simpler and easier — without the cursed illness that rages in your body.

It was easier to be around him without the mating bond that connected you to him.

But now, nothing was simple. You couldn't be next to him, have him touch you so easily without the bouts of nausea and pain that came with an incomplete mating bond.

You had been able to handle it, since he had sought Elain often when he visited the River House. You avoided everywhere they may have been — the gardens, her bedroom — basically everywhere in the River House, confining yourself to your room.

The only people that would check in on you were Feyre, Mor and Rhysand — all three were the only people that knew of your condition, of your illness… and your love for Lucien.

Taking in a deep breath, the smell of florals invading your system as you felt small bursts of pain in your chest — more flowers taking over your lungs.

Eyes looked at him and you blinked twice — making sure your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. Surprise and hurt etched onto his beautiful features, his eyes staring at you as if you've done a taboo.

“What… what's wrong, (Y/N)? Why are you so distant with me lately?” his voice was full of confusion and all you wanted was to yell and scream all the pain that had been caused by the incomplete bond — but you couldn't.

He didn't know. He wasn't the reason why you were decaying slowly, it was your illness. The stupid, wretched curse placed upon you by the Mother above.

You looked at him, with so much longing and love — you wanted to convey centuries of your love for him, but it has been too late.

He had chosen his Cauldron bound mate.

A pained smile tugged on your lips as you reached up and gently caressed the scars on the left side of his face, and you watched as he leaned close to your palm — your illness flaring in your chest, you flinching slightly from the pain.

“You haven't been putting on the ointment for your face, Lucien…” you muttered, trying to avoid the topic of anything relating to your distance, to your pain, to your unrequited love for him, “It had been looking good… I hope it isn't too painful…”

Lucien’s golden eye whirlled, trying to lock gaze with your own, trying to assess what was going on with you; but you avoided his gaze, focusing on how badly your hand was trembling near him.

“… I haven't had the time to put on the ointment, and besides that had been your job for the past few centuries…” a tiny smile tugged onto his lips.

You tucked a loose strand of auburn hair behind his ear, feeling the soft lock between your fingers before you dropped your hand, gently grasping it in your other as if to stop the trembles, “You're right, it had been my job…But it looks like not anymore. Elain could do that for you… I'll—-” you swallowed the lump in your throat once more, the urge to cough up the flowers was strong.

“Lucien…”

The two looked back at your doorway to see her — Elain, dressed in white. You gave her a tight smile, glancing up at Lucien who’s facial features morphed from worry and confusion at you, to complete adoration and love for her.

Tears stung your eyes as you turned around, your back facing the two married couple.

“You should go Lucien… you're missing out on your reception…” your voice shook and you desperately hoped neither of them would notice.

You have to continue to be happy — for him.

“You should come with us, you don't have to be here alone…” his voice drifted with the wind.

Shaking your head, you looked over your shoulder at him and gave him a smile, “I’m content here…”

Hesitation tugged on his features but before he could say anymore, Elain gathered his attention and both of them slipped out of your room.

Your chest heaved and you slowly slid down to the ground, pressing you hands on those cold stone tiles and you heaved.

Heaved all the pain and anguished of a love that was never yours to begin with.

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[lunajay33]

The Deer and the Fox

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Summary: Being Rhysands little sister had its perks except when it came to your interest in a specific heir of Autumn, one night you decided to sneak away to the autumn court and when you get lost a certain fox finds you and the story unfolds

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Love

Love is all I ever wanted, I craved it seeing all the ones around me find the perfect mate for them broke my heart, of course I’m happy to see my loved ones happy but sitting around the family table, my brother sat with his beautiful mate and son, Cassian with Nesta, Mor with her girlfriend, and Azriel with Gwyn, it made me the odd one out, they never left me out which I appreciate but it’s not the same, I want to experience the love that makes my heart pump, my knees weak, my head fuzzy and the only time I’ve felt a morsel of that was at a ball Rhys and Feyre had thrown a month ago, where a certain red haired man caught my eye, he was beautiful he was perfect, his suit tailored perfectly to his firm body, his hair combed back showing of his sharp features, seeing him from across the room my heart jolted and he caught my eyes sending me a wink

I blink once and he’s right in front of me his warmth surrounding me in a comforting blanket, his smell a mix of cinnamon and autumn leaves

“And who might you be little fawn?” He asked a twinkle of curiosity in his amber eyes

“I’m Rhysands sister, y/n”

“A sister and how come I’ve never seen your beauty around before” he said leaning closer as I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks

“This is my first ball, I’ve never had the chance before, and you are?”

“Eris Vanserra, I’m from the autumn court” he bowed

“I could tell from your scent, if the court is any essence of how you come off it must be lovely” his eyes widen

“You can smell my scent”

“Of course it’s quite strong, cinnamon laced with autumn leaves, everyone is this ball should be able to sense it why?”

“Most people can’t smell my scent little fawn” he smirked

“And why is that Eris?”

“I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you, till next time beautiful” he leaned forward taking my hand and placing a gentle kiss to my hand before he was gone leaving me with so many questions

•

“Earth to y/n you in there?” Mor asked waving her hand infront of my face breaking my thoughts of Eris

“Oh sorry were you saying something?” I asked embarrassed as the whole table had their eyes on me

“I’d say you had your mind on a certain someone again” Mor is the only one I’ve talked to about Eris and she told me the truth about what really went down that night between them

“What no, mor shut up” I groan

“Thinking about who might I ask” Rhys asked amusement written all over his face

“No one don’t worry about it”

“Eris Vanserra” not blurted out and I smacked her arm

I looked at Rhys nervous I knew his feelings towards the men of the autumn court

“I will not allow it, my baby sister will not be mistreated by a man like that”

“Rhys I’m not a baby and nothing happening I talked to him once, but he was nice to me” I said fiddling with my fingers

“Rhys she’s just exploring my love” Feyre stepped in trying to calm him

“I’m only trying to protect her” he sighed

“I’m sick of being alone Rhys”

“What’re you talking about you have all of us”

“Come on, every one of you are mated or with a partner I’m lonely I want to experience a romantic relationship I want to feel wanted I want to feel love, and he is the only one to ever make me feel something even for a brief moment, and his scent was so intoxicating mother above is it so wrong I want all of that when all of you do?” I huffed after my rant

Everyone was silent mouths basically dropped to the floor

“What?”

“You smelled his scent” Azriel asked

“Yeah what’s so bad about that?”

“Only mates can smell each others true scent”

My heart almost burst through my chest, mate are they sure

“I doubt that he’s way too handsome for me I mean have you seen him, maybe it was just his cologne or something”

“No girl, that’s your mate” amren said non chalonte

“This can’t be happening” Rhys said dragging his hand through his hair

“Mate” my heart felt at peace for the first time in a while

•

That night I couldn’t settle knowing that what I’ve been wanting forever is out there right now waiting for me, atleast I hope he is, I got up collecting myself throwing a sheer shoulder covering over myself for the chill of the night and winnowed away landing on the edge of the autumn court, the woods whirling with the wind rustling the leaves, the scent reminding me of the man I came here for, the night is dark only being illuminated by the full moon above

I started to head inwards, jumping at ever little noise, an owl screeching, a twig snapping, so preoccupied by every little noise I didn’t notice the sudden dip into a hill ahead of me till it was too late, tripping forward down the hill leaves crunching as I rolled until I bumped into a rock hitting my hip at the end of the hill stopping my fall

Groaning I sat up feeling the sharp pain throbbing in my hip and the definite bruises that would litter my body, then suddenly my senses were enveloped in the warm cinnamon I craved to smell again

“Oh dear if you wanted to see me that badly you didn’t have to fall so hard for me” he smirked as he kneeled infront of me and suddenly all the pain faded to the back of my mind

“Eris! You’re here” I said excitement lacing my voice my smile ached with how wide I was smiling

“I could sense you were hurt little fawn, I’ll find you anywhere” he said gently brushing his fingers against my hip over my silk night gown

“You know”

“Of course I know how could I not when I was graced the most beautiful, delicious little mate, I knew from the moment my eyes landed on you” he stated as he picked me up into his arms, gasping as the pain came back

“What does that mean now I’ve never……I’ve never really had a relationship before” I said wrapping my arms around his neck as he headed to his home I assume

“We can take things slow, take it at your pace get to know each other, as long as you’re comfortable my fawn” in the clearing a warm light emerged from a little cabin pumpkins on the door step, fallen leaves covering the roof

“I’d really like that but, can we not tell anyone for a while, I want to just be me and you not have to worry about what anyone else thinks”

“I think that’s a good idea” he laid me on the couch slowly lifted my nightie enough to see the gash on my hip

“Oh angel, let me fix you up can’t send you back home all banged up” his words had my heart aching

“What I don’t wanna go home yet, a little longer please”

“I wouldn’t be apposed to the most beautiful being staying the night in my home”

“Really?!”

“Of course now relax the nights just starting”

•

The night was warm feeling his arms wrapped around me his chest pressed firmly to my back it all felt right but the sun rose and I have to go home

“Goodmorning” he smiled his voice deep from sleep, I turned our faces so close I could feel his lips

“You’re like a fox you know”

“How so” he laughed

“You’re so alluring, your smile pulls me in but there’s something dangerous lurking but I can’t help myself but wanting more and you’re so mysterious and sly”

“Guess this fox caught the perfect deer, so sweet and beautiful, innocent and those big doe eyes” his voice getting husky as his hand traces my waist

“Please kiss me Eris” not being able to wait anymore

His lips warm our lips melded together because they were made for eachother, we are meant for eachother, I slowly got heated but I got nervous and didn’t want to go too far too quickly

“I have to go, someone will notice” he sighed resting his head against mine

“Be careful and don’t go tripping down a hill again, until next time Angel”

•

I winnowed back to velaris right outside the door of the house of wind, walking inside to Cassian and Nesta sat infront of the fire place as it was still early and the other were still probably asleep

“Well if it isn’t my little sis having her first walk of shame” he laughed as Nesta smacked his chest playfully

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I was just out for a early walk” I said sitting across from them

“In the same nightie as last night? Is that blood?” Nesta asked making Cassian shoot up quickly examining my hip that was already delicately wrapped by Eris

“What happened are you okay?” He asked like the big brother he is to me

“I’m alright I just fell and cut open my leg, but it’s all okay now”

“And who patched you up”

“Ummm majda?”

“You think we’re fools, she’d have healed you immediately” Nesta stated

“Please don’t say anything” I said worrying my lip

“Don’t worry sis your secret it safe with us”

•

Being mated wasn’t how I thought it would be, yes I knew mates were madly in love but feeling it was completely different, I craved to be near him to feel his touch, to just hear him speak but alas Rhys sent me on every job possible leaving me exhausted for a week too tired to winnow until tonight, Feyre convinced Rhys to give me the weekend off and thankfully he listened and I am finally able to see him again, the sun starts setting and I winnow away back to the cabin I remember feeling so warm and cozy

“Eris are you here?” I called out as I entered the cabin just to see Lucien sat on the couch

“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” He asked surprised

“I……what’re you doing here?” I asked trying to deflect

“This is my families cabin I can be here” soon I felt that loving warmth behind me in the doorway as strong arms wrapped around my hips

“I’m here now my dear”

“What is going on here?” Lucien groaned utterly confused

“Nothing of your concern brother let’s just keep this between us especially from your dear mate okay?” His voice commanding making my knees weak

“Fine just be nice to her brother” Lucien had always been a sweetheart

“Come my dear let’s go somewhere private” we walked through the darkening woods hand in hand

“I’m sorry it took me a week to come see you again, Rhys has been on me to do everything I’ve been exhausted”

“I’ve missed you, thought of you every night waiting to be able to hold you again, you know I could come to you aswell, sneak me in like we’re young again” he smirked squeezing my hand

“You might be joking but I’d really like that, I missed you too, I can’t go that long without you again”

“And you’ll never have to again”

[freelancearsonist]

I Was Fixed On Your Hand of Gold

➔ Lucien Flores x afab!Reader - 1k

➔ When Lucien gets bored, his hands start to wander. OR Lucien uses his fingers for good evil underneath the table at dinner with your friends.

➔ Rated MA for exhibitionism kink, fingering (r receiving), pet names (baby), references to smoking/nicotine use, no use of y/n, reader has female anatomy but no pronouns used. [please let me know if i missed any :)]

➔ i don't know anything about this man other than that he looks scummy and i'm in love with him. thank you to the dieter bravo brainrot club discord server for feeding my madness and to @shakespeareanwannabe for proofreading this incoherent horny babble <3 title is from 'would that i' by hozier wow what a surprise another cece fic named after a hozier song

“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

It’s growled so low in your ear that you could almost believe it’s imagined. But with the way his fingers are dancing against your burning skin, tracing little circles along the length of your thigh, there’s nothing but intention in his voice–regardless of how raspy and deep it is.

Eager fingers push your skirt out of the way, impatient yet calculated. He moves slowly and with deliberation, careful not to show anything above the tablecloth.

“Don’t ignore your friends, baby,” he murmurs low into your ear so only you can hear.

It reminds you of where you are, and why this can’t happen right now. There’s five other people gathered around the table, all smiles and camaraderie and little sips of cheap wine. It’s been a good evening, really. But they’re your friends, not Lucien’s. He won them over within five minutes of meeting them and he’s been bored ever since. And when Lucien gets bored, his hands start to wander.

It’s wrong and you should really stop him. You should push his hand away before his nomadic fingers can climb any further up your thigh than they already have. But he finds the wet spot that’s pooling against your panties, and there’s no denying how much you want it.

It takes every ounce of your restraint not to moan when he finds your clit. It’s like his fingers gravitate to it, like there’s some kind of magnetic pull–even through the barrier of your panties, the cocky bastard doesn’t struggle at all.

He doesn’t even blink. His thick, practiced fingers swirl against the seat of your panties with ease and he doesn’t react even remotely when his fingers immediately come away soaked.

You’ve never been so wet in your life, watching him chuckle at the story your best friend is telling across the table and all the while pretending that his greedy, heavy fingers aren’t pushing your panties aside to swipe through the gathering slick.

Your knee jolts before you can control it and knocks against his thigh, thankfully not causing any noticeable disturbance to the rest of the table’s occupants. But the look he gives you is enough warning–head tipped down, dark eyes impossibly darker, jaw set. He looks dangerous, and it makes your traitorous cunt soak his fingers even further. He’ll only tell you once: if you can’t sit still, you’ll be going home aching and unsatisfied.

You need to come so bad in this moment that you feel like you might cry–so, despite feeling rather like a scolded child under his gaze–you lock every muscle in your body to the best of your ability and let the horrible, delicious onslaught continue.

You swallow thickly when you feel the first real press of his finger. It swirls from your clit down to your entrance, and that’s all the warning you get before he slowly, torturously presses it into your cunt.

He lets it rest, just for a moment, knuckle deep–he knows that even this single finger is a slight stretch. After a moment or two to adjust, he withdraws completely and you have to fight back the whine that builds in your throat. But before you can betray your impatience he’s back, overwhelmingly so, two fingers pressed deep and curled in the exact way that he knows will make you shatter. It’s cruel to do this to you right now, to find that most sensitive spot when you can’t moan or even shudder in reaction to the delicious onslaught of pleasure.

His fingers are relentless–there’s a skilled craft to the way his arm stays completely motionless while his middle and ring fingers flutter and scissor against your g-spot.

Your thighs shake from the sensation the closer he brings you to release. As much as you try to ignore it–to focus on the current story about something that happened in a grocery store parking lot last Thursday–he’s bringing you to the brink so fucking fast that there’s no denying it. There’s no hope for composure, especially once his calloused thumb joins in to swirl tight, rapid circles over your clit.

Above the table, you make eye contact with one of your closest friends and laugh breathlessly at the meaningless story they tell. They never even suspect that below the table, you’re squeezing and fluttering around Lucien’s hand as the most intense orgasm of your life sweeps through you.

It takes a solid few moments for you to be able to breathe normally again. And Lucien, the smug bastard, just leans back in his chair and spreads his leg comfortably, free hand resting behind his head in the most casual manner possible like he didn’t just make you come all over his fingers. And then, when he’s sure no one is looking, he brings his right hand up to his lips and sucks his fingers deep into his mouth–looking directly into your eyes as he does so. He licks every drop of your cum from his digits so carelessly in front of your friends that it nearly makes you come again.

You think he’s had his fill. Your head stops swirling and he laughs along with your friends and you think he’s done. You’re wrong. 

He takes your hand in his and laces your fingers together, guiding you ever-so-slowly to palm him through his loose sweatpants. His cock is straining, hard and insistent, against the thick cotton fabric–it makes you squirm in your own seat a little bit.

He’s impossibly casual about your touch as he wiggles a half-spent pack of Marlboros from his breast pocket.

“Go ahead, baby,” he mutters right into your ear. “Take care of your fuckin’ mess.”

And who are you to decline after he so generously took care of you?

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[sad-scarred-sassy]

This is a wild Elucien headcanon…

but please imagine Lucien being in a really dangerous situation with the Autumn court, like something happened and they have him as a prisoner, or unable to leave.

And Elain is there listening to how Lucien could potentially be held captive in a cold cell or even tortured.

And shes there when Eris says the only way to save him is if he has real ties to the Night Court or if he officially becomes a member, and the only way to do that is if he gets mated/married to someone from there, not anyone, but the High Lady’s sister.

And everyone is outraged with what he is suggesting but Elain is suddenly quiet.

And she suddenly says “I will do it” and everyone gapes at her, some try to talk her out of it (possibly Feyre or Nesta) but Rhys just nods.

And they send notice to the Autumn court that they cannot harm Lucien because he is a Night Court citizen, but Beron doesn’t believe it, he demands that Elain goes there so he can determine it.

Chaos, outrage, but she agrees, and she obviously doesn’t go alone. She convinces herself that while she doesn’t owe Lucien anything, she is tired of the bloodshed, the loss, and if she has the power in her hands, she will act. That is all, she couldn’t care less about him. She convinces herself she would be this worried for anyone that is close to her sister, it’s not because shes worried and scared and petrified of something bad happening to him.

They’re in the Forest House, they bring out Lucien who is luckily generally unharmed but Elain looks at the binds in his wrists and her whole body reacts to the sudden urge to protect. Beron takes one sniff at them and knows it is true. They’re mates. But Beron says an unfulfilled mating bond is not valid (listen idk about these fae laws bear with me) they need to marry. Elain declares that was the plan all along. Lucien is shocked. (I just imagine what must be going through his head seeing his mate stand before Beron in the same room where Jesminda was killed)

They let Lucien go with his mate but they have to stay in the Forest House until everything gets resolved. Elain and Lucien are shoved into a room, no more chains on him, but he doesn’t understand any of it.

Both of them are standing awkwardly in the room. Lucien is staring at her as if she has grown ears, still shocked, still reliving moments, furious at them for being so dumb as to risk themselves for him. He supposed he really was a big asset for Rhys to have done this. But her… why was she here? Why did she put herself in this position?

“Did they make you do this?” He says through his teeth.

She muses on what to say. “No” she gets offended with the assumption that she can’t make decisions for herself. “I agreed to this and came on my own free will”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“Because I’m tired of people dying, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I could have done something” A silence and for some forsaken reason Elain has the need to add. “This doesn’t mean what you think it means”

Something irks at Lucien then, and the awoken nerves on his body make him respond to that. “And please tell, Lady, what do I think it means?”

Elain clenches her fists. “That I’ve changed my mind about you… about this” She signals between them. “This is just temporary, out of necessity”

Lucien just stares at her.

“I never entertained that you did, I can assure you.” It is easier to turn on her, on this beautiful female that is putting herself at risk for him, than to be hurt at the continuing rejection from her. “You’ve always just assumed that I’m some brute fae that wants to steal you away, let me tell you now that we’re speaking frankly, that its not the case. I can’t control the pull from the bond, but I have no interest in pursuing a female who doesn’t want me”

That sends Elain to retaliate. “What about the gifts then, was that not pursuing?” She cocks her head arrogantly.

“I was bringing them to Feyre as well. That was me being polite, but guess you don’t know the first thing about that”

“You are one to talk about politeness when I’m here risking my life for your neck and this is how you treat me” She takes one step closer.

“I never asked you to do it” He mirrors her and steps closer with his broad hands clenched in fists.

“I will just let you die next time then”

“Fine by me, as long as I don’t have to endure you shoving it on my face”

“Asshole”

“I’ve been called worse” A sly, angry smile creeps at one corner of his mouth. She suddenly realizes they’re breathing on each other’s face.

“And all this time I thought you were a gentleman” She summons her anger to keep focused.

“You will learn I can be a gentleman, Elain” Her name on his lips, for the first time. “But I can be so much worse too”

His breath is hot on her face, their hearts already beating fast.

“You admit you were pretending then, to win me over”

A sharp breathy laugh from him. “If I wanted to win you over, I would not have tried to be gentle”

Her lips form a thin line as she holds herself, the pull, his words, the sudden effect of his mismatched gaze intense on her face.

“You shouldn’t have done this” He says quietly, roughly, his eyes showing something beyond just annoyance, she sees the fear in them. She pushes it back.

“What’s done is done” She says. “We will pretend, see this through, and then we’re done”

“Alright, dove”

She’s startled. Her nostrils flare. She ignores the outrageous pet name he just used on her. “I’m going to take a bath, I suggest you do the same, you stink” She begins to walk away and stops herself “I mean after I’m done” She frowns as she strolls away.

He watches her with sudden amusement.

He’s scared, hes pissed and hurt. He’s tired. But something inside him sparks, and he can’t really put a name to it.

Oh he’s not alright.

[acourtofthought]

Imagine if for a mini sort of epilogue for Elucien, their book ends with him taking her to the tulip fields.

He watches the sunlight glint gold in her hair as she gently runs her fingers over the rows and rows of colorful petals then she turns to him with tears in her eyes.

At first he thinks it's because she's missing her father but when he asks "what's troubling you My Love?" she responds:

"Nothing at all. It's just that you're here making my dream come true and I hope I'm making one of yours come true as well".

At first he doesn't understand until he sees her cradling her stomach then his mouth parts in surprise, gaze flying back to her face where a small smile now plays at her lips.

"It's a girl," she says. "It's still early, but I saw her in a vision and she..."

Before she can say more she's in his arms, being held tightly to the warmth of his chest and when he finally draws back she sees that his tears are a mirror to her own.

"Yes," he tells her, voice thick "this is every dream come true that I never dared allow myself to hope for. You are my adventure, my home and my best friend all rolled into one and I want this newest dream as many times over as you want, as many times as the Mother will allow. There is no gift in the world that compares and you, this," he continues, placing his hand over where new life has begun, "I would have waited a thousand years for it all, I would have longed a thousand years for you and it would have been worth it a thousand times over."

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[aklaustaleteller]

Hey so I was wondering i love angst and well I wanted to ask if you could write a one shot or it can be longer if you want to ofc if you like the idea if not then it's totally fine I understand.

So hear me out Y/n Is the original heretic and she's dating Klaus and one day she gets home ( she lives with the Mikealson's) and finds Klaus cheating on her with Camille so she obviously gets mad and as he tries to explain himself she asks for how long she's been cheating on her and he says a few weeks. But as he tries to explain himself again she breaks up with him and snaps his neck with magic not wanting to hear anything then she turn to Camille and uses her magic against her making her feel pain before knocking her out she then leaves the house and goes to a bar and then lucien enters the bar and notices Klaus's girlfriend there. He goes up to her and uses his charm to flirt with her but quickly notices she has been crying and asks what happened. She reluctantly tell him and he feels bad for her since he knows what it's like to go through a heart break ( AURORA) and asks if she would like to stay with him in his penthouse Y/n at firsts says no but then realizes she has no where else to go and agrees. Once they arrived to his house they continued drinking one thing lead to another and well yk what happened, the next morning she wakes up before Lucien realizes what happened but doesn't feel guilty because at least she wasn't in a relationship therefore free to do whatever she wants. As the time goes on, she gets closer to Lucien, and they secretly start dating, and she knew Klaus was looking for her she had heard from Elijah, but no one except Lucien knew where she was staying at. So fast forward to the dinner yk with tristen aurora lucien Elijah Klaus and Freya. Y/n asked lucien to let be a part of his plan. So she pretends that he also kidnaps her along with Camille, so lucien tells Klaus he has both Camille and y/n, who he had, like I said before looking for and obviously gets even more mad. She completely ignores Camille's attempts to say sorry/ explain herself but in the end she ' Helps' her escape and when lucien and Klaus arrive unlike in the show they are still there and we'll I Don't know what else to add but lucien endgame please and she makes sure to make Klaus suffer for cheating on her. Only if you like and are comfy writing this. If not, I completely understand you can change or add whatever makes you comfortable 💖

Down Bad

In the two weeks that Y/n had been gone, Klaus had turned out to be quite an unfaithful man. However, Lucien Castle has been down bad for Y/n since he first met her, in a bar drowning away her sorrows. And he'll do anything for her – even if it meant lending her a helping hand to torture a man.

Warnings - Conspiring, mentions of infidelity, drinking alcohol, some smut ...and yeah!

Word Count - 4.7k

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Hi hi hi!! I'm so sorry that I kept you waiting so long. anon, and I truly hope you enjoy reading the fic! Other than that, I didn't include any torture in the fic, simply because it didn't feel quite natural? I don't know, it's kind of an open ending (sorry!) Other than that, one thing you should know about me is that I'm a Klaus girly, so you should also know that writing this was hard for me JSFJAKFSH But for you anon, I wrote Lucien like he should totally belong to you! And once again, I really hope you all enjoy this fic!

It was a breezy morning. Leaves were drifting off of tree branches and smell of melancholy hazed everyone's senses.

Y/n was walking on wet cobblestones, her heels clicking as she walked against the harsh wind that also made her feel a bit alive. She could feel her magic coursing through her body; whether it was in her blood or her bones, she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of finding out and finally getting to that itch in her brain. 

She felt giddy, however, when she caught a whiff of the apple cider donuts from the bag she had cradled in the swing of her elbow. Having bought them especially for Klaus, she wouldn't mind too much sharing some with his siblings, who felt like they were hers too.

Turning around the corner, an excited squeak escaped her throat at the sight of all the Mikaelson siblings, except for the one who she loved in a faintly different way, standing just outside their mansion.

Rebekah saw her first and her troubled expression quickly melted into genuine happiness, with her mouth stretching into a full grin and her hands coming out of the coat pockets to welcome Y/n into her arms, who came running into them.

"God, finally the sun's out," Rebekah rasped, tightening her embrace and inhaling deeply. Y/n rubbed her back as she let go, blinking away her tears at the feeling of being someone who someone wanted around.

"Only for you," she sniffled and laughed, ignoring Kol's quick protest to that.

She had been away for two weeks, hosting and attending workshops as a fresh associate professor in the field of Forensic Science. She could still feel the exhaustion which had sunk deep into her bones and yet she up, out and about, because she had missed everyone too much to sleep in for one more hour. 

"I was thinking we could go apple picking?" Rebekah suggested with a blinding grin,  even though she probably wouldn't budge were Y/n to deny.

"Right now?"

Rebekah nodded furiously, her shoulders bunching up when a cold breeze traced her face. 

Y/n looked around, wondering if it was only her who could see the dreary weather and the dark circles underneath her eyes, and checked her wristwatch to confirm that it was legitimately half past ten in the morning.

When no one seemed to have come back to their senses and suggested a later time, Y/n faced her friend reluctantly.

"I guess we could," she began, her body uptight. "But let me see Klaus first," she quipped, her smile no more embarrassed than herself.

Elijah and Freya rolled their eyes, and Rebekah and Kol groaned. The latter duo never shied away from stating their opinion on just about anything.

"I'll be quick I swear," she touched her throat, and smiled sweetly. But no one budged.

Only Kol took away the paperbag from her to peek inside, laughing in delight when he opened it. And with his hand disappearing inside, his mouth took shape in a lopsided grin – "You didn't have to do this darling," he teased her. 

Y/n’s face had gone quite grim, and she snatched the bag.

"They aren't for you," she said through her teeth while smiling, and passed a quick pleading look to the blonde Rebekah standing beside her as she began her brisk walk inside after shooting Kol a quick, cautioning glare.

"I'd rather you not go!" Elijah shouted after her, his voice a little croaky from what she assumed was due to its lack of use. 

"Just, let it happen," Y/n heard someone murmur.

But she didn't say anything in return, literally running up the stairs, excited to see Klaus' reaction to his favourite sweet treat in the entirety of the world, and ready to beg him to join them on their little adventure.

She took long strides through the hallway, her heels clicking away whilst she unbuttoned her coat with one hand.  But it was when she reached Klaus' room that all thoughts flew from her mind, and she was left frozen on her ground, halted.

There he was, standing at the foot of his bed, looking still like what he had on the day Y/n had realised how stupidly she was in love with him. Seeing him after two weeks felt like she'd left her desk and come outside for a walk with a warm coffee clutched in between her palms.

He was looking at her too, just as caught off guard as she felt – by his mere beauty. And it made Y/n feel a certain kind of way; maybe it was the fact that she felt like she hadn’t been forgotten, or the fact that he was looking at her like she had seen him look back at his paintings.

But she also knew this – artists usually looked back at their piece of work with a fistful of critiques and flaws. And Y/n sighed, for she hated coming across her own lack of comparison skills. 

A shy smile played on her mouth and it was when she strolled a couple steps further into the room, that she noticed Camille on his bed – in lingerie.

"Camille?" Y/n spoke as softly as a breath in the winter, her voice visible only for a second before it disappeared into thin air.

She looked towards Klaus, who stood still even now. Then she put the bag of donuts on the desk beside her, her mind swarming with thoughts that made her feel too shameful to admit to herself.

"I'd say I'm very glad to see you," she began, her voice a little shaky like it wasn't prepared to utter the words waiting at the back of her throat.

"But I feel like I just interrupted something."

Y/n could suddenly feel her heart, and how heavy it was and how it was hammering against her chest so harshly that she feared it might burst into millions of shreds.

"Is either of you going to say something?" She let out an uneasy laugh, one that tasted quite bitter.

Camille broke out of her stance and instead of speaking to Y/n, she began to scramble for her things, reaching for Klaus' shirt that was lying right beside her on the bed once she was done tying back her hair in a bun.

Y/n felt all of the blood rush to her face, and she ground her teeth, not wanting to say something quite as dirty as she’d been done. 

"So we’ve reached this stage, huh," Y/n exclaimed; her eyes wild as she looked at Klaus. "My fucking god –," Y/n started, gasping loudly. “This isn’t the first time, is it?” She asked, sounding a little to glad upon connecting the dots. 

"You cheated on me," she stated, her bottom lip quivering having said it out loud. 

Klaus wasn’t even looking at her, his eyes taking in his carpet for the first time. 

Y/n turned to look at Camille, someone whom she had trusted and whose ears had gone pink and eyes, round, now. Camille cleared her throat under her glare and began to fidget.

"We were just breaking things off," she muttered, eyes set on the mattress.

Y/n took a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself and force her magic back down, something which was ferociously triggered as of now.

She turned around to face the wall, rubbing her face in order to merge the tears that had pooled in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she turned around, flailing her arms once before leaving them by her side – she didn't want to fold them across her chest and look as defensive as she felt.

Y/n wasn't going to lie, she had grown quite fond of Camille. Grateful with how much she had helped Klaus, but right now, as she stood in front of her, Y/n couldn't help but feel betrayal seep into her skin and crawl up her abdomen to clutch her heart.

Instead of a sister that Y/n'd never had, she could now see that Camille was a crook who was caught. She shook her head, unable to stand when she'd been stabbed in the back so brutally.

She had to leave, it was time to go. She'd promised Rebekah that she'd be quick.

Feeling an all too familiar ache spreading throughout her body, Y/n fixed her purse on her shoulder and wiped her nose on the cuff of her cardigan's sleeve. The rash lightly burned her skin, but it felt nothing like the pain she was feeling all over.

She walked out of the room with her head low, her teardrops falling straight on the floor. Once she was out of the room, she ran.

She ran down the stairs, sobs racing out of her throat, and her face crumbling into a million pieces.

And just as she was about to cross over the threshold of the mansion, Klaus' voice boomed from the top of the stairs.

"Y/n! --"

Y/n turned around with a glare, her eyes burning with hatred aimed towards him. Before he could've said anything more, Y/n snapped his neck. She hadn't lifted her hand, hadn’t felt the magic coarse through her being so when he dropped on the floor, she froze for a second before realising what had happened.

He’d wake up soon enough, and Y/n didn’t want to be there when he did. She turned back around just in time Camille came rushing out of the room – which Y/n assumed was because of hearing her old lover’s voice get cut off, followed by a loud thump.

Irritation caused her to grind her teeth and Y/n opened her palm towards her, watching as Camille knelt and writhed in pain. Before she would have snapped her neck too, the blonde fainted on her own.

Scoffing, Y/n walked back outside.

When she saw Rebekah and others standing there, she stole her gaze and used her magic to transport her from the Mansion's ground to three streets down the road, on the one that led to the Mystic grill.

Racing to the bar-cafe using her Vampire speed, she halted just outside. She rubbed her face, tousled and retied her hair – all in hopes that she wouldn’t give away how miserable she was. 

Finding herself a seat at the bar, it wasn’t long before Y/n was swirling the last swig of her old-fashioned in the glass. Her eyes kept watering each passing second, and they were beginning to hurt now since she kept rubbing at them. 

Realising that the alcohol might just be enhancing her emotions, she decided it’d be better for her to just go home and take a bath. So she gulped the last of her drink, nodded at the bartender out of habit, grabbed her purse and climbed off her chair. 

Her breath left her lungs all at once when she walked right into someone who seemed like he was just about to tap her on the shoulder. Flinching away at the strong scent of a vampire, she immediately felt embarrassed to have made eye contact with a stranger while her eyes were probably red due to crying. That too in a bar.

She hated Klaus, and she hated Camille. And she hated herself for feeling this much while the other two were probably in the same bed, forgiving each other for what they did to her.

“Are you alright?” Was the first thing he said to her, and Y/n wanted to bury her face in the ground and never look back up again.

Choosing to look behind him at the exit gate, Y/n nodded, tucking her already neat hair behind her ear. They were standing too close, she realised when he took a step back. 

“I am,” she nodded tightly, looking for an opportunity to step past him and end herself. 

“How about a drink to drown your sorrows?” He teased her, already gesturing towards the seats behind them. 

Y/n turned to look at the bar, then faced him again. “Only if you want a random woman to tell you her sob story,” she chuckled dryly, shrugging as if to say ‘it is what it is.’

Laughing, he walked past her and she caught a whiff of cinnamon, vanilla and cedarwood all at once. It was an addictive smell, so she decided to stick around for a while longer to hopefully exchange the memory of this one with the scent of black pepper and leather that Klaus carried around with him. 

He was still standing as she slipped back on her previous seat. He asked her about her preference, and wrinkled his nose when she mentioned old-fashioned.  

“What!” She protested defensively, making a face of her own when he ordered himself a neat whiskey. 

“Okay, okay,” he grinned, surrendering before he sat down on the stool right next to hers. He leaned back a little, so Y/n rested her head on the bar itself, looking up at him. 

“I was promised a story time,” he passed her a faux glare, which made her laugh; and then tear up. 

“Y/n,” she stuck out her hand, and laughed with him when he laughed. 

“Lucien,” he nodded seriously, shaking her hand.

“So my boyfriend cheated on me with his therapist,” she began, her voice cracking but she chuckled when Lucien’s eyes widened. “I had only been gone for two weeks,” she shrugged. 

“Well, he’s not exactly a very far-sighted man, from what I hear?”

Y/n laughed at that, then closed her eyes to stop the wave of tears from crashing through her eyes. 

Lucien seemed to notice that because Y/n heard him sigh then. 

“If it helps in any way, I’ve also been cheated on once,” he shrugged, and Y/n looked at him with intrigue. 

“It was brutal, she’d been the love of my life, and then I found out that she’d been having an affair with Klaus,” the name slipped off his tongue dripping in poison, and Y/n’s mouth twisted as if she’d just tasted it.

“Klaus? …Mikaelson, you mean?” 

“Yeah?” He answered her, unsure why she’d picked up on it.

“He’s literally who I've been talking about!” 

Lucien’s face contorted. “You’re Klaus’ girlfriend?” He exclaimed, unbelieving. 

“Well, was,” Y/n spoke in a small voice. 

Neither of them spoke, and Y/n counted as the clock ticked 60 times. 

“Well, that’s a… coincidence,” Lucien said in a dry voice. 

Y/n hummed in response. She had a feeling that he was going to leave any time  now, so she focused on her breathing – specifically on his cologne.

“I should leave now,” Y/n was surprised to find that she was the one who said it first. She passed him a quick smile, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his cheek before she could’ve thought herself out of it.

When she backed away, she was sure she knew the cologne well enough to be able to create it back at home with her spells. But she’d only been a breath away when Lucien’s hand crept to the back of her head and their mouths connected, settling a fierce hunger in depths of their bones.

She ended up following him inside the taxi, and kissing him in the backseat the whole way back to his place. 

“Good god, you’re killing me,” Lucien groaned as his hips slammed in Y/n’s as she laid naked beneath him, panting and moaning his name. 

“Harder,” she asked of him and he obliged, driving into her again and again until she was coming undone for the third time, a quivering mess, overstimulated. 

He fell beside her then, his chest falling up and down, and sweat lining his forehead. “You don’t regret this, do you?”

“I’d be a fool to,” she said distantly, as if falling asleep. And Lucien let her, bringing up the duvet upon both of them and turning on his side to hold her as he gave into his own urge to sleep, failing to wipe the small smile off his mouth. 

—

Y/n hadn’t known – hadn’t been prepared – to feel so ugly upon being cheated. She didn’t want to look anyone in the eyes, had wrapped her red scarf up enough to cover her mouth. 

Wearing all black beneath her trench coat and her hair drifting past her as she walked faster than usual to reach her office. But when she turned into the lane, “oh shit,” she cursed under her breath and turned back around. 

Klaus was standing outside, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. 

Resting her back against a wall, she took a shaky breath while blinking away the water in her eyes. “Do not give in,” she whispered tightly, drawing back her shoulders and walking back on the street. 

He saw her, and didn’t draw away his gaze even once until she stood in front of him, the gates to her emotions shut and locked. 

“I’m sorry.”

Y/n looked down at the bouquet of white lilies he held out for her. 

“Hope you still love them,” he whispered. 

Y/n accepted them. 

Pursing her lips, she sighed. “Why’d you do it?” Her eyes were beginning to sting as she withled the urge to blink. 

“It …it just happened,” he looked away, the tips of his ears a shade of pink Y/n would’ve declared as her favourite had this not been the circumstance. 

“And you decided to keep going with it? Makes absolute sense!”

“Look I’m sorry I wasn’t in my right mind! I was stressed and  –”

“Didn’t know getting stressed made men cheat on their partners!”

“Just –” Klaus began to protest, then took a deep breath. “Let me explain, please.”

“No way in hell,” Y/n spat. “Why are you explaining yourself anyways? It’s not like I’ll get back with you,” her hand gestures were getting a lot more intense, and she clenched her fists in frustration. 

“I know –”’

“Oh? So you’re here because you want to feel good about yourself?” Y/n laughed dryly, then actually. With her head thrown back, she laughed until tears blurred her sight of the grey sky. 

 “You are a fucking bastard and the most self-centred man I’ve ever had the bad luck of having in my life,” she gritted, swatting away the lone tear that slid down her cheek. 

Klaus’s eyes flickered, unable to look into her burning eyes, and unable to look away. 

“You just made this a lot worse by showing up today,” she smiled, taking a step closer to him, gazing up in his eyes. “Now you’ll wait and watch like a good pup as I make you regret ever meeting me,” with a new found glimmer in her eyes, she stepped back, looking into Klaus’ shameful and angry eyes. 

“That’s my last promise to you,” she winked bitterly, turning back around and walking up the stairs to the college. 

She gave the flowers to the librarian, wishing him an early thanksgiving and getting back a loud and well-aware laugh out of him. 

—

“Hello?”

“Hello, professor,” she could just hear the cheeky grin on his mouth, and tried to ease the smile on her face. 

“Lucien,” she looked at the ground, rolling her lips as she felt giddy. 

He cleared his throat, and Y/n put on her serious face. 

“So, here’s the plan – I’m coming to pick you up, and then we’re going to sit on the floor of either of our rooms, and chat over some tea.” 

Y/n was nothing if not amused, and utterly down for it. 

“Alright,” she nodded. “Be here in five or I might just walk off the face of Earth.”

“Oh I won’t let that happen, my lady!” He shouted, sounding panicked to his core. “Cut the call, Y/n, I need to hurry!” He laughed, making a few kissing noises before Y/n decided to finally cut the call. 

She was still giggling when she heard a voice from behind. 

“He seems better for you.”

Elijah was standing with his hands tucked into his coat pockets. 

“Lucien, I mean,” he continued.

Y/n’s eyes watered. Rushing forward, she fell into his arms.

Elijah shushed her, matting her hair while his other hand rubbed her back. 

“You’ve broken up with our brother, Y/n. Why are you distancing yourself from the rest of  us?” He asked softly, but assertively. “Thought we were brothers and sisters?”

“I’m sorry,” Y/n was quivering in his arms and not wanting to face him. 

Silence overtook the both of them. For the six months that Y/n had been in a relationship with Klaus, she’d also found herself another family. Elijah, Finn, Kol, Freya and Rebekah had become so much more to her than just friends. They’d become to her the siblings that she’d never had. 

“I’m just so …bad,” she broke down, unable to articulate herself while drowning in her misery. “Klaus cheated on me, but I’m no better, ‘Lijah, I –” she stopped to catch her breath that seemed to be walking two steps ahead of her. 

“I went and slept with another man, Lijah,” she sobbed. 

“It’s okay, love,” Elijah rasped, still caressing her. Feeling his heart crumble inside his ribs as Y/n couldn’t seem to stop the sobs raking through her body. 

“At least you didn’t cheat on him,” he said, holding in his anger. “You guys were already broken up.”

“Please don’t let Klaus know this yet,” she sniffled. “I don’t want him to know anything about me anymore.”

A car pulled up in front of them, and its engine’s roar stuttered to a faint halt. 

“Y/n?”

She pulled away from Elijah's chest, and wiped her face. 

“Hi,” she whispered, then sniffled. 

“Take her home, Lucien. And take care of her,” Elijah nodded, kissing Y/n’s temple as she looked at him longingly while walking away. 

“I’ll come over tomorrow, we still haven’t gone apple picking!” She shouted as Lucien opened the passenger side’s seat for her. 

“We’ll be waiting,” Elijah smiled, waving goodbye. 

Y/n slipped inside, watching as the air stilled where Elijah had once been. 

Lucien leaned over to cup her face in both of his cold hands, his thumb caressing her cheeks. He looked into her eyes, unsure whether it was the right time to kiss her. 

Y/n seemed to notice that, and she herself leaned in to press her lips on his. Their noses smushing as Lucien reacted right away, still as passionate as he had been the day prior.

She could feel the growing heat between them, and it felt like a faint lantern’s soft glow was flickering inside her chest.

“God, I want to kill him,” Lucien gritted, his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against hers. 

“Me too,” she said, and looked away out of the window with a smile playing on her mouth when he bursted out laughing. 

—

By the time Y/n had finished telling Lucien about her feud with Klaus earlier in the day, he’d drunk two big cups of tea and was slipping inside the oven the teacake batter Y/n had prepared. 

“I cannot even fathom the embarrassment he must’ve felt but it was well deserved so –” he trailed off, frowning when Y/n swatted at his arm.

“But what’s more significant than that, is how cool and villainy you were! You’ve successfully given me the hots, for sure.”

Y/n laughed, bowing from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter. 

“Now you know not to get on my bad side,” she said in a deep voice, flexing and kissing her bicep. 

Lucien laughed, and kissed her other bicep. 

“But tell me this, do you plan on following up with your threat?”

She looked like he had insulted her. 

“Of course, you twit!”

Lucien gasped loudly, drawing himself away from her. “You did not just call me that!”

“I’m sorry!” She drew the word out, until he pursed his lips for her to kiss and she obliged.

“I really want to trouble him,” she started, looking at Lucien who was now serious. “Ruffle up his feathers a bit, you know?”

Lucien hummed. 

“So you want to tie him up and do your little witchcraft on him?”

Y/n grinned widely. 

“It’s not too late in the day to do that now, is it?” He asked, checking Y/n’s wrist watch by getting close to her face as she read it. 

She kissed his forehead, and he melted into her neck. Cooing at him, Y/n laughed, ruffling up the back of his hair. 

“Are you serious, Lucien?”

“As serious as you are,” he shrugged. “Also, my basement’s empty.”

“You say like you have a body tied in there all the time,” she looked at him with narrowed eyes, shaking her head when he shrugged again.

“A secret for another day, I see,” she mumbled, causing him to chuckle. 

“But how are we going to get him here?” Lucien asked, following her out into the living room. 

“Tell him you have me hostage, maybe even Camille, since he might care about her more now,” she shrugged. 

Lucien looked at her for a minute, and then pulled out his phone. 

He dialled the number as Y/n recited it. 

“Klaus,” Lucien growled, glaring at Y/n who slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Who’s this?” He asked impatiently, and Lucien snickered silently. 

“I’ve got Y/n with me, tied up and looking all pretty, crying only your name,” he said in a low voice, hissing when Y/n pinched him at his side.

To cover up, he continued. “And have you seen your darling, Camille in a while?” He asked, setting an open trap for Klaus to stroll into. 

“You shouldn’t have done this,” Klaus growled and cut the phone. 

“What the hell do we do now?” Lucien asked, sliding his phone across the coffee table. 

“I’ll cast a desiccation spell on him, tie him up, then remove the spell. He’ll be weak and have no choice but endure the torture as long as tomorrow lasts.”

Lucien’s mouth was hanging open. “Are you naturally this quick at these kind of things or are you a mastermind?” He asked, looking at her in awe.

“Try being an original heretic and you’ll find out,” she smirked, and Lucien nodded. 

“Nice one,” he said. 

They both waited in silence, causing them to immediately pick up on Klaus’s angry footsteps approaching. 

“Lucien, if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” she said seriously, holding his hand. 

“What? Are you kidding?” He shrieked. “I’ve been excited for this since you mentioned the first time!”

Y/n laughed at that, and kissed him twice on the mouth before rushing over to the main door. 

Klaus kicked on the door and Y/n held out her arm before it could’ve fallen on her. 

“Y/n? What –”

She was already whispering the spell under her breath speedily, the only sound going in Klaus’ ears was similar to that of the fluttering wings of a Goldfinch.

The colour began to sink into his skin before it had completely drowned deep into his bones, and all that was left behind was a shade of grey similar to that of a tombstone. 

Before he could’ve hit the ground, Lucien threw a rope around him from behind. Twisting it around his arms down to his ankles, he tightened it enough to leave indentations even on his hardened skin. 

“I’m so down bad for you, it’s scary,” Lucien excalimed, tying a knot behind Klaus’ back.

Y/n’s breath came out within a laugh. 

“You know, I really like you,” she stated. 

Lucien hissed and nodded towards Klaus’ body on the floor. “Not the best timing, I’m afraid,” he said quite regretfully, and accepted Y/n’s kiss on his mouth before stepping back to where Klaus was. 

Y/n crouched down then, and slipped the Lapis Lazuli off Klaus’ finger, fondling it in her palm while Lucien dragged Klaus into the basement, where the light of sunrise would pour in just enough the coming morning. 

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The Rhythm of Flames

Lucien knows Elain is adjusting to life in Day. What he doesn't expect is for her to embrace its dances so fully. Short one-shot written for @elucienweekofficial (Day 4: High Society).

Genre: General (and a hint of suggestiveness) Post-canon Elucien mini fic/shameless excuse for Elain to let loose. Inspired by this and this. I refuse to believe that in its medley of cultural inspiration, Day isn't a hotspot for all kinds of dancing. Tagging @lucienarcheron, @crazy-ache, @zenkindoflove, and @teddyhoneybear for always being such sweet supporters!

Music and chatter had grown deafening from where Lucien sat beside the High Lord of Day. The Day Court was known for their parties: of the lively, loud bands and strong drink, impressive feasts, dallying, and dancing. They were a people who worked hard and celebrated often–even if for no reason at all–and the latter had taken some getting used to during his more frequent visits. It helped that Helion was a gracious host to his guests, having already spoken with every guest once and mingled among them before returning to his throne; that Lucien knew the High Lord–his father–had eyes everywhere in his court and that very little went on he did not see.

“Lost in thought?” Helion’s deep voice shook Lucien from his thoughts, and Lucien turned to see the High Lord sliding another goblet of wine over to him. He felt the corner of his mouth twitch–hadn’t even noticed the tension he’d held in his posture out of habit. He released a breath, accepting the goblet and taking a long swig. 

To say things had initially been awkward with Helion was understatement. Lucien still wasn’t certain where his own role fell in Day. He was accustomed to being a student of other courts. He had long studied the culture, history, politics, and manners of them all, and his efforts had proven invaluable throughout his years as an emissary. What he hadn’t learned in books he’d picked up through years of practical study and experience, conversing and observing courtiers and other locals to offer the best representation possible.

Yet it was one thing to learn the inner workings of a court.

It was another entirely to learn one was its heir.

Learning that Helion was his father had been the greatest shock of his life. He’d long suspected he was not of Beron’s blood; had even gathered through the magic he’d kept hidden through most of his life that his father had been from Day. Lucien had never asked his mother the details; had spared her the risk and turmoil of speaking about it at all. He had assumed his father had been an emissary, or perhaps a traveling merchant or minstrel who’d crossed paths with her all those years ago. He had never blamed his mother for her secret, even though he’d resented the need to keep it a secret in the first place. The years he’d lived under Beron’s monstrous thumb still haunted him: loss and devastation, anger and guilt.

And to discover his father had been Helion all along…

Lucien was still processing how he felt; what that meant for him now and in the future. 

What it meant for Elain and the life they were building together.

His eyes scanned the room for her again now, and he ignored Helion’s chuckle. 

“She’s safe, Lucien,” he said, amused but not unkindly.

“I know,” he replied, taking another drink of wine. He always knew whether she was or wasn’t; could feel her as though their very souls were intertwined. Perhaps they were through whatever deep magic had led them to each other and tethered them together. 

In many ways, Elain seemed to be adjusting to Day better than he was.

She loved the sunshine; the sprawling gardens and striking architecture. She loved the libraries and heat, and to Lucien’s relief, she was quickly embracing the people and culture. 

He’d known they would love her–that had never been a question. Elain had made friends here–two of which she’d wandered off into the crowd with tonight–and had slowly but surely began branching out with every visit. He’d stayed by her side when she wanted company and gave her space when she wished it. 

She always had a choice, from how much time they spent in Day to how many of its customs she took part in. A small smile crossed his lips at the memory of her shuffling through the unfamiliar clothing in local shops in their earliest visits together, determined to find a balance both suitable for the climate and that she still felt comfortable in. Day fashion could be notoriously revealing by even Fae standards, and Elain preferred more modest attire.

Lucien wouldn’t have cared if she’d graced Day wearing those dreadful Illyrian leathers–he wanted her to be comfortable; wanted her to know she had a place anywhere no matter what she wore. 

Over time, she had surprised him by making bolder selections more traditional to the court; attending more of Helion's less infamous sort of parties and branching out with broader social circles. Yet none of those changes elicited quite the same reaction in him as the one he favored most.

Elain wore her smiles more easily in Day.

While he’d never pressed the issue, he could’ve sworn they emerged more frequently here than they did in Night. He felt her relief through the bond; her joy when they visited here, and while he had his suspicions of why that might be, Lucien knew the reason would be hers to tell when she was ready.

Helion cleared his throat and Lucien looked to him, taking his eyes off the crowd as the High Lord nodded towards a group of dancers on a small corner stage. Females clad in midriff-baring attire adorned with gold and jewels slung like belts around the hips, their long, dark hair swaying with their smooth, sensual movements. Males in flowing trousers and similar belts moving in a similar, synchronized rhythm. A small crowd of party goers had gathered around them, one of which Lucien’s eyes settled on and stayed fixed.

That tug of their bond that told him she knew he’d found her.

And what he saw–what he watched–had him entranced.

Nesta Archeron was said to be the dancer of the three sisters. For years, Lucien had assumed that to be true–had known she’d held her own with his brother and was said to draw the eyes of all when she entered the dance floor. Yet Lucien preferred an elegant, unassuming waltz or carefree gavotte with Elain over theatrics. He had led her through and taught her the dances of other courts when they started their emissary work together; had savored every moment of holding her close and breathing in her sweet scent.

But this…

Lucien’s pulse pounded in his chest, heat rising in him at the sight of her as she joined the dancers on their small stage while her friends cheered below. Of the hypnotic, serpentine movements she began to mimic as she threw her head back and laughed; arms adorned with golden jewelry and golden-brown curls swaying against the small hints of bare skin her dress offered. She looked to the female dancer beside her and beamed as she copied the rapid rock of her hips and the light rise and fall of her feet. 

Then, she turned.

Her eyes locked with his from across the room as she rolled her body, hips circling and weaving with every bit as much sensual grace the dancers emitted. He took all of her in: the slight shyness that still flickered in her eyes, the soft curves her dress both covered and emphasized and the gleam of sweat reflected in the firelight of the braziers that lined the stage. The tantalizing movements that commanded and held his attention. 

She smiled coyly, a blush appearing on her cheeks as the music slowed. She bit her lip and lowered her gaze down her own body as she rolled it again to the beat of the drums. Lucien’s nostrils flared. 

Touch her. Taste her.

Cauldron boil him. 

He shoved the thought down as she continued her dance, leashing the instincts that told him to cross that dance floor now, pluck her off the stage, and take her to bed. The heat that flooded through him and drove his need; that set his blood ablaze as the flames of their bond reached out to her. 

There was no mistaking the tug she sent in response; the gleam in her fawn-brown eyes that nearly drove him wild. 

She would finish her dance. She would enjoy this night; this party.

And once they were alone…

Well. He didn’t need daemati gifts to understand her meaning. 

He would watch her all night if she wished it.

Sensing the knowing look and smirk Helion threw his way, Lucien forced himself to take another drink. Whatever noise the crowd around them brought had dwindled in comparison to those drums and seeing his mate’s provocative dance. He heard only the drums and the blaze of their bond; of the way her heartbeat had synchronized with both and his own.

Just for tonight, their rhythm and flames were all he needed to hear.

[the-darkestminds]

A Dying Flame

Eris POV — my first fic

Heyyyyy friends. I decided to write the two scenes UTM from Eris’s POV where Lucien is being tormented and Eris is forced to watch. It can also be found here. I’ve never written anything before so be nice to me 😭 I took a few lines directly from ACOTAR to set the scene and make it as canon as possible, but the rest came from me. I tried to channel SJM's writing style as best I could. I am trash for Eris so I couldn’t resist. I hope you guys like it 🥲 title is dumb so I might change it. I am eternally grateful for any of you who choose to read the whole thing, I promise it’s not too long! 🙏

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Eris

I stood at the edge of the gathered crowd, struggling to keep the cool mask of indifference on my face as Amarantha once again had Lucien bound and on his knees before her. Would his torment never cease? He had never quite mastered the ability to keep his mouth shut, to leash his tongue until the moment it would best serve him. Lucien’s loud mouth had already cost him his left eye, plucked right from his head by Amarantha herself. Rage coursed through me at the role I was forced to play each day under this cursed mountain. How useless I’d become at protecting those I held most dear. 

Lucien and I had not exchanged honest words in over 30 years. I longed for the chance to speak to him alone, to beg him to hold his tongue so as not to draw Amarantha’s ire more than he already had. Not for the first time, I desperately wished for the daemati abilities the High Lord of Night possessed so that I might speak to Lucien privately. Abilities he was about to unleash upon my brother.  

Beside Lucien stood a small and ordinary mortal girl, likely Amarantha’s newest plaything to torture and discard.

“Her name?” Amarantha asked Tamlin, who didn’t reply. “I don’t suppose your handsome brothers know, Lucien,” she purred.

Give up her name! I nearly begged him. To hell with the girl. Instead I heard myself say, “If we did, Lady, we would be the first to tell you.” The words tasted like poison on my tongue. My brothers chuckled from behind me.

Amarantha only smiled and nodded at Rhysand. He cocked his head, his eyes narrowing slightly on Lucien, who hissed in pain.

I tensed as Rhysand began smiling faintly. Bastard. He was a loathsome, foul bastard. And though I knew he played a role and wore a mask as much as the rest of us, it didn’t stop me from hating him as he held Lucien’s mind in his clutches.

Lucien stiffened in pain. A groan slipped out of him, and– 

“Feyre!” the girl shouted. “My name is Feyre.” 

Lucien sagged on the ground, trembling. Relief shuttered through me, and I bared my teeth and snarled quietly at the girl to disguise the trembling in my hands, my legs. He was safe, for now. And no thanks to me. 

The conversation continued, but I let my mind drift far away. Tried to feel nothing as I attempted to calm my racing heart. I clenched my sweaty palms at my sides and allowed myself a quick glance at Lucien’s prone form. Alive–for now. 

I slipped back into the crowd as they dragged Feyre away. He was alive. I repeated this to myself as the cruelty continued through the night, as it did every night in this miserable place. Alive–as I sipped wine and smiled at the punishment the Attor was inflicting on the poor faeries Amarantha had singled out this evening. Alive, alive, alive a steady chant in my blood as the night wore on.

Alive.

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“Well, Feyre, your second trial has come.” I heard Amarantha smugly announce from her throne at the front of the room. A gnawing dread had been pooling in my gut for the last hour. I could only guess at what new horror she had in store for the girl, but I grew increasingly anxious when I did not see Lucien amongst the revelers. He tended to lurk in the shadows of the room, one eye on Tamlin, ever the loyal sentry. I couldn’t help the low snarl that escaped me at the thought. That Lucien was willing to risk his own life for the Spring Court brute. The faerie next to me skittered away at the sound.

I slowly made my way towards the gathered crowd. Faeries averted their eyes as I passed. It was a relief that I still commanded a modicum of fear from these leeches. Their fear of me was a weapon I wielded frequently.

Amarantha sat proudly on her throne. The Attor at her left, Tamlin braced stiffly behind her on her right. 

“Here, Feyre darling, you shall find your task. Simply answer the question by selecting the correct lever, and you’ll win. Select the wrong one to your doom. As there are only three options, I think I have given you an unfair advantage.” Something metallic groaned at the snap of her fingers. “That is,” she added with a snake-like smile, “if you can solve the puzzle in time.”

I had just gotten a glimpse of the girl when the floor where she was standing began to sink down, revealing a small chamber split in two by a metal grate.

I went rigid as I beheld the figure chained to the floor, previously hidden from view. A loud roaring began building in my head. My skin felt tight and hot as I saw that it was Lucien–Lucien, who would again be part of the night’s entertainment. Lucien wrenched at the chains binding him to the floor. I nearly puked on the throne room floor at the sight of it.

Only the many years of practice in my long immortal life stopped the cry of anguish from escaping me as burning spikes began to slowly lower towards Lucien from above. I was a fool. A wretched fool to think Amarantha was done torturing him. That she would not use his friendship with the girl again and again until she finally broke, or was dead, Lucien along with her. I made to take a step forward but then jerked to a stop. Nothing. There was nothing I could do to stop this without damning us both further. I would be forced to watch in silent agony as Lucien was slowly and painfully crushed under the weight of those red-hot spikes. 

I stared and stared at Lucien, only vaguely aware of the girl flailing and panicking in the chamber next to him. This was some new level of hell. My nightmare brought to life, one that I could not wake myself up from. 

“Answer it!” Lucien shouted, his voice hitched. My eyes burned, and I felt a cold drop of sweat begin to drip down my spine. Only sheer force of will kept the practiced smirk on my lips. The spikes lowered further.

“Just pick one!” Lucien shouted. He strained against the chains, panting frantically, eyes wide.

My brothers around me laughed gleefully, and I forced myself to join in, the sound a pitiful rasp in my ears. I was grateful that the crowd around me was thoroughly distracted by the horror unfolding before us. That they could not hear my pounding heart or the screaming inside my head as those molten spikes lowered another inch closer to Lucien’s body, helplessly chained to the floor. This was the true torture. Not the painful lashes I’d so often received from my father for disappointing him in one way or another. Not the loneliness and fear that threatened to crush me after so many years navigating the snake pit of my father’s court. But this. Forced to stand idly by as my loved ones were killed. Forced to hear the fear in Lucien’s voice as he begged the girl to just pick a lever and be unable to stop any of it.

“Feyre, please!” Lucien moaned. The terror in his voice nearly brought me to my knees. And yet I stood there like a statue. Maybe this was my punishment for being so useless. So worthless. I desperately wished I could take Lucien’s place. That it was me chained to the floor. I deserved it.

I held my breath and shut my eyes as the girl finally reached for the third lever, bracing myself for what was surely to come. 

Silence. Then–a sigh. From Lucien. 

I opened my eyes at the sound and choked down the sob building in my chest. The girl, Feyre, had actually done it. By dumb luck or fate, she had saved them both.

I did not stay to witness Amarantha’s reaction to the girl besting her once more. Could not stand to be there a minute longer. I turned, not seeing any of the faces around me, desperate to escape the swirl of both panic and relief pressing in on me, threatening to swallow me whole. I could not fall apart, not here.

I stumbled away to the back of the throne room and kept walking until I was alone in a darkened passageway, the sounds of jeering and wicked laughter slowly disappearing. I leaned heavily against the nearest wall and emptied the contents of my stomach onto the floor. My eyes and throat burned and I let out the broken sob I had been holding in. I would allow myself one minute to fall apart, away from prying eyes. Just one minute, and then I would return to join in the merriment of those who had cheered as my brother had nearly been killed again.

I breathed in the damp, cold air of the mountain, my body shaking silently as I sunk to my knees. I listened to the drip, drip, drip of water on the stone floor and used it to slow my quaking heart. When the minute was up, I stood. Tunneled deep down inside until I could barely feel the rage and sorrow. I brought the smirk back to my mouth–it was second nature after all these years. I took one last deep breath, and turned back the way I had come. I had been gone too long, and these caves had eyes and ears that were always watching, always listening–always reporting back to her. And though Autumn Court fire burned in my veins, I forced my heart to freeze over, as cold as Kallias’s ice. I let that ice flow through me as I walked back–as I blocked out the despair that fought to drown me with every step I took. Until I was no one, and nothing. 

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A small part of me was aware that I was in shock. I drifted through the following day as if underwater, not fully hearing the words spoken to me or how I responded. Through it all, I made sure to keep the haughty mask on my face. Only when I spotted Lucien across the room did I feel as if I had come up briefly for air. Our eyes locked, and Lucien’s mouth tightened in displeasure. He held my gaze, emotion flickering in his right eye–there and then gone before I could decipher it. After a beat he looked away and was promptly swallowed up by the crowd.

I knew Lucien despised me. It was written on his face whenever he deigned to look me in the eyes, and I let him believe I felt the same. As much as it pained me to do so, I treated him as if he were nothing to me, no more than trash to be discarded. I hated myself more with each passing day–was at risk of being consumed by it entirely and slipping deep into the burning pit of fire within me. It was sheer defiance against the bitch queen that prevented me from doing so. The hope that I might one day see Autumn again. So many years trapped down in the dark were wearing heavy on my soul. The steady fear that I would fail those I sought to protect slowly ate away at me. What I’d give to breathe in the crisp, cool air of home, to walk amongst the red and gold leaves that sparkled like jewels in the dawn light. I held on to the hope that I would one day return. Tucked it deep down inside where it flickered softly, the aching pain in my heart its only companion.

[honeysunai]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Lucien x Oc

You are Lucien's mate and neither of you are happy about it. So during one night you finally decide to see eye to eye. author’s note: This is pure filth for my book girlies who adores ACOTAR and Lucien. (It's me. I'm girly) Let me know if you'd like me to write about more book boyfriends. wordcount: 3k

You were Lucien’s mate, though neither of you found much joy in it. The Cauldron's pairing felt like a cruel joke, as you and Lucien had never truly seen eye to eye. Tonight was Starfall, a celebration you usually cherished, but now watched with distaste as Lucien danced with another Fae.

A low growl nearly escaped your lips as you observed them, your heart aching with frustration. You quickly grabbed a glass of wine and made your way to the balcony, seeking solace in the cool night air.

Standing on the balcony, you sipped your wine and gazed out at the breathtaking view of Velaris. The city was bathed in the ethereal glow of Starfall, with icy mountains standing majestically on the horizon. The fresh air helped calm your turbulent emotions, offering a brief respite from the painful sight of Lucien with someone else.

You took a deep breath and leaned against the railing, watching the party continue below. The laughter and music seemed distant, almost surreal in contrast to your turbulent thoughts.

Sensing a presence behind you, you turned around and saw Lucien stepping onto the balcony. "Having fun?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Lucien approached, and you could feel his presence even without looking. He crossed his arms, his golden mechanical eye glinting in the light from the festivities.

"Having a great time," he replied, his tone as snarky as ever.

“Glad you are,” you replied shortly, your tone cold.

Lucien narrowed his eyes at you and took a step closer. "You didn't look like you were enjoying yourself."

His voice was cold and blunt, a stark contrast to the usual flirtatious tone he used with you.

“Don’t pretend to care, Lucien,” you said, taking a sip of your wine.

Lucien smirked at your response. "I'm not," he said nonchalantly, though his body language suggested otherwise.

“Then go dance with other females and forget about me, your mate.” You spat.

"Oh, trust me, I'd love to forget about you," Lucien's voice grew sharper as he took a few more steps toward you, stopping mere inches away. He smirked, his proximity making the tension between you palpable.

You scoffed. “It’s not that hard.”

"I'd argue it is," he retorted, his smirk never wavering and his golden mechanical eye twinkling. "What's not easy is forgetting that I'm bound to you until one of us dies. That means that no matter how much I want to forget about you, I can't. Which is extremely frustrating."

Lucien looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a response.

“If you want to kill me, you shouldn’t say your plans out loud. I like surprises,” you teased, trying to mask your emotions.

"Oh, trust me," Lucien moved even closer, until you could see the freckles on his cheeks and the fiery intensity in his eyes. His bright red hair looked almost crimson in the night. "I've been thinking of all the possible ways I could accidentally kill you. You don't know how many times I've accidentally almost snapped your neck." It was hard to tell if Lucien was serious or just teasing, his voice a blend of both.

You placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "As have I."

Lucien looked genuinely surprised at your touch. Normally, you avoided physical contact, given how much you both claimed to despise each other. "You have?" he asked, a small, incredulous smile forming on his face.

"Of course not," you laughed. "I'm not a monster."

"Not a monster, but definitely a pain in the ass," Lucien replied, though his smile showed he didn't really mind. "I swear you go out of your way just to piss me off."

"And you're just so easy to piss off," you retorted, the playful tension between you softening the edges of your usual animosity.

Lucien rolled his eyes at you. “Well, at least you’re not denying it.” He went quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. “Look, we can stand here and argue all night but… you know…” Lucien glanced down at your hand that was still on his cheek before continuing. “We could just forget the arguing. For one night.”

“Are you suggesting?” you trailed off, uncertain.

“I’m suggesting we forget we’re both pissed at each other and just… enjoy each other’s company. I assume we both know what that entails… for one night.” His tone was softer, almost tentative, as if testing the waters of this fragile truce. Lucien spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words. “We are mates, after all.”

“Look at you finally admitting it,” you smirked.

“Oh, shush.” Lucien stifle a laugh. “Don’t act like you aren’t thinking about it too. You’d be missing out if we didn’t take advantage of the one night we’re not trying to kill each other.”

It is true. You were pissed at him, but not enough to kill him as you imagine so many nights before the bond snapped. That day, you started imagining him less dead and more between your sheets. You took a moment to ponder the advantages and disadvantages. You'd be leaving this party pissed and alone, back to square one or you could have fun with your mate for one night. You finally smile, taking his hand in yours. “Come on,” you said, leading him back inside toward your room, the promise of a temporary truce hanging between you like a fragile but hopeful thread.

Lucien followed you inside without hesitation, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Once in your room, he quickly shut the door and crossed the space, placing a firm hand against the wall next to you.

“You’re really pretty when you’re not a pain in my ass,” you said, smiling up at him.

Lucien smirked, his golden mechanical eye twinkling. “Oh, trust me.” He moved his hand on the wall, trailing a finger up along your arm. “I can be a pain in your ass and still be pretty at the same time.” You giggled involuntary at his stupid comment. “You’re far too amused by me.” Lucien’s hand continued traveling up your arm. “I can be worse if you’d like.”

“Do your worst, Vanserra,” you breathed, rising on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. Lucien brought his body closer, one hand on your waist, meeting you halfway for the kiss. It felt right, like the stars had aligned. Was this what it felt like to give in to the mating bond?

Lucien could feel the pull to continue exploring your body. He tried to ignore it, but it was difficult when you were so close. Every part of him ached to touch and explore every inch of you. The mating bond seemed to urge him on, amplifying his desires, and he found it hard to resist.

Your hands found their way to his clothes, and his hands did the same. You quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Lucien smirked as his shirt came off, his bare skin exposed to you for the first time. Your hand gently touches his warm chest, feeling his heart pounding.

“You have no idea how often I’ve dreamt of you touching me like this,” he murmured.

“As have I,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I could’ve sworn we’d be arguing right now rather than… this.” Lucien chuckled, his hands tracing your body. “This is definitely not what I had in mind when I stepped out on the balcony.”

“Want to go back out there?” you teased, kissing his neck.

Lucien let out a low growl at your words. “You know well that’s not what I mean.” He ran a finger down your neck, tracing a scar you received a while ago. “But… maybe we can go to the balcony in your room after….”

“I don’t think Rhysand’s guests would appreciate our display of affection.”

“I don’t care about the guests…” he murmured, trailing a finger down your sternum until it reached your waist. The intensity in his eyes mirrored the fire you felt between you, the playful banter giving. He smirked as he teased, “I only care that I’ve got my mate all to myself for one night.” He pushed you so that he could press your back up against the wall. “That look on your face…” 

“What about it?” You breathe.

"The way you look at me." You despised him so, but in this moment you craved him like the very air you breathe. No matter how much you tried to hate him, your body was telling you something else. Your lips were parted; your breath coming in small rasps. He knew that he was taking his time, making you want more. He knew that he was being cruel, doing it slowly like this. But he couldn’t help himself—he wanted to torture you a little bit before letting you get what you wanted.

You pushed him on the bed and straddled him.

“Who said you were the one in charge?” A grin appeared on his face and his hands quickly grasped your thighs to keep you straddled over him.

“You’re taking too much time to savour me. I want it now.” You smile as you kiss down his chest and abdomen.

A small smirk on his face he began to take a bit more control over the situation. He rolled both of you over so that you were back on the bed with him on top.

Bringing his mouth back up to your ear, another kiss to your neck, another gentle and yet insistent nibble on your earlobe. His other hand slides down over your hip and over your thigh, gently sliding your legs apart. His hand dips between your legs, his fingers finding your slick heat effortlessly. He lets out a dark chuckle, shifting you underneath him slightly so he can reach better, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves beginning to rub slow, steady circles as his other hand trails up over your thighs and side, over your stomach, and up to gently cup your breast.

He growls again, that dark possessive sound escaping him as a response to your shiver, the sound so close to your ear that you can feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks, a slight vibration as that low sound rumbles in his chest, the sound a sultry and seductive purr that’s all dominance, danger and power.

“That’s it… open up for me…” He kisses your earlobe again, another kiss to your neck, his mouth moving lower, trailing down to your clavicle, that possessive hum again, as he kisses and bites his way lower, his mouth moving over your chest.

“Gods…” You moan as you look away. Seeing Lucien, the man you despise with your heart with his head between your thighs looking at you like a starved man.

He chuckles as he looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, that look full of dark possession and satisfaction, taking a brief moment to marvel at the sight of you sprawled out on the bed, on display for him, at his mercy, at the mercy of that skillful tongue.

“Don’t look away. Do not look anywhere but at me…” He nips at your skin again, pressing a kiss to your stomach. You turn back to look at him, your cheeks flushed.

He chuckles again, his eyes locking on yours as you make that breathy little moan, that possessive gleam in his gaze as he bites gently at that soft sensitive inside of your thigh, closer to where you want him, but not quite there yet. His hands gently grabbing your thighs and slowly opening them, parting your legs wider as he moves down between them.

He can’t help but hum and growl in satisfaction as he makes his way between your legs, that hum and that growl full of dark desire and satisfaction as he presses his mouth against your core, that first gentle and yet insistent kiss to the sensitive spot.

He hums as he feels your hand gently touch his hair, and then again as he feels you thread your hand into the strands, your fingers running through his soft locks.

A dark chuckle, that possessive rumble from deep in his chest, and then a dark groan of satisfaction from him as your hand presses his head to your core.

“That’s a good girl…” He hums another growl against your skin, the sound vibrating through your body as he begins to explore your core with his tongue, his mouth exploring and tasting you with no hesitation.

He presses his mouth closer, lapping at your sensitive flesh in long and languid strokes, relishing in the taste of your skin on his tongue, the feeling of your body moving against him, your hand holding his head in place. And he responds to your sounds, to your moans and whines, doing his best to coax more of them from you, enjoying those adorable needy sounds you make.

“Lucien I’m going—“

He hums against your sensitive flesh, his tongue flicking and exploring, taking its time, still lapping at your skin.

“Mmmm… you taste so good… that’s it… don’t hold back for me.”

And as he speaks his tongue never stops, continuing to lap at you, his mouth relentless, his movements against you insistent, bringing you closer and closer to cumming. Your grasp on his hair tightens as you come undone with breathy and delicious whines only for him to hear. He drinks your release as he moans that little noise of pure satisfaction, continuing to lap at you, not wanting to waste a drop.

He pulls his mouth away and gently kisses your thigh as you come down, his eyes looking up at you with that possessive gleam, his lips glistening and still so close to that sensitive spot between your legs

He hums again, as he moves his way up your body, crawling over you until his face is hovering just above yours, his chin and mouth still glistening as he leans in for a kiss.

“You’re all mine,” Lucien hummed as he aligned himself at your entrance. 

“My mate.” You moaned as he glided the tip of his cock against your fold. He groaned at your words, feeling he could come by just your words. Lucien’s breathing shortened as his cock entered you. Your mouth opened with a sigh escaping your lips as if life finally made sense, all this tension being released as he held you so intimately as his thrusts slow and cautious. His eyes remained locked on yours, desire mingling with a softer, more vulnerable emotion. Could it be love? You leaned in to kiss him letting the bond thrumming in your chest guide you.

You moaned quietly, and Lucien’s hand ventured to your folds and drew sweet and slow circles as his pace quickened and you clung to him, your nails scratching his shoulders, presenting him with stinging pleasure. “Give it to me, my mate. All of it.” Lucien hummed as he watched your eyes roll back once more, your back arching with need. He gave a long, deep thrust, and your legs wrapped around his waist as you came undone. Lucien soon followed, filling you up, as your name slipped his lips in a groan of pleasure.

He pecked your lips a few times, between each emphasizing his words. "You are perfect."

"Aren't you the charmer?" You grin with your hand caressing his jaw.

"Get used to it." He too had a shit eating grin glued to his handsome face. He rolled over to lay beside you and brought his hand up to brush his fingers through your hair. 

“It was good.” You admit.

Lucien chuckled at your words. “Good is an understatement…” He smirked as he pulled you into him, pulling you closer to his chest; you could feel his heart beating against yours.

What was it you were feeling? Love? It couldn’t be, you hated each other. “Lucien?” You ask

“Hm?” He hummed, sounding so calm as he looked down at you.

“Don’t tell me you want round two…?” He asked in a teasing manner.

“We’re more at round three.” You chuckled.

Lucien laughed. “You have a point.” He smiled down at you. “So you do want round three?”

“No!” You laugh. “Yes. I mean it wasn’t what I wanted to ask.” He leaned his head closer to yours, running his fingers through your hair once more.

“Why did we start to hate each other?” You ask.

Lucien seemed to look a little caught off guard by the question.

“I think we both know… And we were just young and stupid for the most part. Too arrogant by half.” That much was true. “We’ve both changed since then…why keep the animosity, huh?”

“You were devilishly handsome younger, but a terrible pain.” You smile.

"And you were the same." He teased and raised an eyebrow. "You were so pretty yet just as equally irritating." He paused for a moment and smirked. "But don't you think we're a bit different now? It's been a century since we've acted this way toward each other--don't you think it's a bit unnecessary still?"

“We… we could try.” You say.

Lucien tilted his head. "Try as in… Try and be friends? Try and get to know each other? Or try..." His playful voice turned almost flirtatiously. "Try and see if we're still as compatible as we were moments ago?"

“A child. You are a child.” You laugh.

Lucien rolled his eyes and grinned. "Oh you're one to talk about being a child." When he spoke again his voice came out in a teasing manner… "Who said I only wanted to see if we were compatible for a night? It'd be a shame not to try out our compatibility for the next centuries to come, don't you think?" He smirked as he shifted his position. "I could be persuaded to see how compatible we are for multiple centuries..." His tone was still teasing as a smile stayed on his face.

“Let’s try not to kill each other for a day and then we will see for multiple centuries.” Lucien raised an eyebrow at your words.

“A day without killing each other? Now that’s asking for a lot…” He smirked and rolled his eyes at the suggestion. “But you’re right…” His tone became teasing as he spoke again. “I do think that I can go at least a day without killing you…”

Lucien laughed with you as he let his words fade out. As you kept giggling, he continued to kiss you across your face. His lips left butterfly kisses on your forehead and cheeks…all the while he continued to chuckle and laugh as he did so. “I’d never thought I’d see the day where we would laugh together like this, naked in my bed.” Lucien smirked. Naked in your bed, laughing as if we were friends instead of two people who hated one another…

“Gods…I never thought it would come either…never thought we’d still be in contact let alone…like this…” He sighed. “It really is a shame that it took us a century to finally stop the fighting and the hatred and start trying…”

“Yeah.” You smile

“At least we got there in the end…eventually…” You nodded before kissing him.

“So about that balcony…” Lucien mumbled against your lips. You smiled ever so brightly before nodding.  

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[achaotichuman]

Stupid little fanfic idea

Lucien- *Minding his own business.*

Tamlin- *Very drunk, stumbles into Lucien and falls into his lap. Cuddles him while demanding, “Stroke my hair and tell me I’m pretty!”

Lucien- *Was having a conversation with Helion. Now has to cuddle Tamlin* “You’re very pretty, I love you very much.”

Tamlin- *Purrs and cuddles into Lucien tighter.*

Helion- “Is he always like this?”

Lucien- *Trying to manoeuvre Tamlin into a more comfortable position.* “You have no idea. I love him though.”

[sonics-atelier]

Forged in Light and Love

An elucien Story , for my forever @lorcandidlucienwill , happy birthday to you 💗, Read on AO3

Tw : Elain being intelligent ,

Cw : Lucien Fingering Elain , MNDI

Summary : Elucien , Elain and Lucien are on a mission to form an alliance and feelings burst forth , bridgerton inspired.

Amidst the opulent splendor of the royal court, Elain moved with practiced grace, her eyes darting discreetly around the room as she mingled among the nobility. Dressed in an elegant gown of emerald green, she exuded an air of quiet confidence, her every movement calculated and precise.

As the evening wore on, Elain found herself drawn into a web of courtly intrigue, her skills in medicine and witchcraft sought after by those in need. With a deft hand, she mixed a subtle powder, carefully concealing it within the folds of her gown.

Approaching the Queen's table, Elain waited for the opportune moment before discreetly sprinkling the powder into the Queen's drink. Moments later, the Queen's eyes widened in alarm as she clutched her chest, her breath coming in short gasps before she slumped forward, unconscious.

Without missing a beat, Elain rushed to the Queen's side, her heart pounding with urgency as she assessed the situation. Drawing upon her knowledge of healing and herbs, she administered a tincture to revive the Queen, her hands steady as she worked to stabilize her condition.

As the Queen regained consciousness, her gaze met Elain's with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. "Thank you, my dear," she murmured, her voice weak but filled with warmth. "You have saved me from a dire fate."

Elain bowed respectfully, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. But before she could utter a word, a figure stepped forward from the crowd, her presence commanding attention.

It was Priya, the Queen's firstborn, her regal bearing and striking beauty captivating all who beheld her. With a smile that could rival the sun, she extended her hand to Elain, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

"Forgive me for eavesdropping, but I couldn't help but overhear," Priya said, her voice like music in the air. "You possess a rare gift, my dear. I would be honored if you would grace me with a dance."

Elain's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected invitation, her cheeks flushing with color as she accepted Priya's hand. As they glided across the floor in a whirl of silk and satin, Elain couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation at the prospect of what lay ahead.

. . .

As they twirled gracefully across the ballroom floor, the music swirling around them like a soft breeze, Priya cast a curious glance at Elain. "Tell me, Elain," she began, her voice low and melodic, "are you courting anyone at the moment?"

Elain's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected question, her thoughts drifting to Lucien, her mate by bond. She hesitated for a moment, considering her response, before speaking with gentle honesty. "I am bonded to Lucien," she confessed, her voice tinged with both affection and frustration. "But our relationship... it's complicated."

Priya arched an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Complicated, you say? How so?"

Elain sighed softly, her gaze distant as she spoke of the intricacies of her bond with Lucien. "He's always been the gentleman, the one who puts duty and honor above all else," she explained. "But lately, it feels like we're drifting apart. I miss the passion, the spontaneity that we once shared."

A thoughtful expression crossed Priya's features as she listened to Elain's words, her mind working quickly to devise a plan. "Perhaps," she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "we can shake things up a bit. Make him see what he's been missing."

Elain's eyes widened in surprise at the suggestion, but a spark of excitement ignited within her at the prospect of breaking free from the constraints of propriety. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

With a knowing smile, Priya tightened her grip on Elain's hand, drawing her closer as they continued to dance. "Let's make him jealous," she whispered, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Let's show him what he stands to lose."

Elain's pulse quickened at the daring proposal, her heart pounding with anticipation. With a nod of agreement, she allowed herself to be swept away by the rhythm of the music, her movements growing bolder with each passing moment.

As Elain danced with Priya, her heart heavy with the weight of their plan to make Lucien jealous, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at her insides. And then, she saw him – Lucien, standing at the edge of the ballroom, his eyes dark with pain as he watched them dance.

In that moment, Elain felt a sharp pang of guilt pierce her heart, followed by an overwhelming wave of empathy as she sensed Lucien's anguish through their bond. It was as if his pain was her own, his sorrow echoing through her very soul.

Unable to bear the weight of his suffering any longer, Elain broke away from Priya's embrace, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered an apology. With hurried steps, she made her way out of the crowded hall, her heart racing with desperation as she sought out Lucien.

She found him in the moonlit garden, his shoulders slumped in defeat as tears stained his cheeks. Without a word, she approached him cautiously, her voice trembling as she spoke his name.

"Lucien," she said softly, her heart breaking at the sight of his pain. "Please, let me explain."

But before she could utter another word, Lucien raised a hand to silence her, his voice hoarse with emotion. "There's nothing to explain," he said, his words laced with bitterness. "You made your choice, Elain. You chose her over me."

Elain felt her breath catch in her throat at his words, her mind reeling with disbelief. She had never intended to hurt him, never imagined that their plan would cause him such agony.

"No, Lucien, you don't understand," she protested, her voice choked with tears. "I didn't choose Priya over you. I never could."

But Lucien shook his head, his expression unreadable as he wiped away his tears with a trembling hand. "It doesn't matter," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "If breaking our bond is what you desire, then so be it."

Elain's heart shattered into a million pieces at his words, the enormity of his sacrifice weighing heavily upon her. She reached out to him, her hand trembling as she touched his cheek, her eyes pleading for understanding.

"Lucien, please," she begged, her voice breaking with emotion. "I could never bear to lose you. You are everything to me."

But as she looked into his eyes, she saw the pain and resignation reflected there, and she knew that their bond was hanging by a thread. With a heavy heart, she whispered a single word, a plea and a promise all at once.

"Stay," she said, her voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the night. "Please, stay with me."

Elain's heart ached as she looked into Lucien's eyes, her tears mingling with his. With a deep breath, she gathered the courage to lay bare her soul, the words spilling forth like a torrent that could no longer be contained.

"Do you think that there is a corner of this Earth that you could travel to far enough to free me from this torment?" she began, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. "I am a lady. My mother raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence."

Lucien's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he absorbed the depth of her confession. He started to speak, but she continued, her voice growing stronger with each word.

"You are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires," she said, her voice fierce and unyielding. "Night and day, I dream of you. You consume my thoughts, my heart, my very soul. I am powerless against this bond, against the love that has rooted itself so deeply within me."

Her hands trembled as she reached out to him, cupping his face with a tenderness that belied the turmoil within her. "Lucien, I am tormented by the thought of losing you. The very idea of living without you is a fate worse than death. Please, don't turn away from me. Let us face this together."

Lucien's eyes softened, the pain and sorrow giving way to a flicker of hope. He placed his hands over hers, his touch warm and reassuring. "Elain," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I never wanted to cause you pain. I love you more than words can express."

Elain's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and love as she gazed into his eyes, seeing the truth of his words reflected there. "Then stay with me," she pleaded, her voice filled with determination. "Let us fight for this bond, for our love. I am stronger with you by my side, and I believe we can overcome anything together."

Lucien nodded, his resolve solidifying as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I will stay, Elain. I will never leave you. We will face whatever challenges come our way, and we will emerge stronger for it."

Lucien held Elain close, his embrace fierce yet gentle, as if he was afraid she might slip away if he let go. The warmth of his body seeped into hers, grounding her in the moment, in the promise they had just made. He pulled back slightly, gazing into her eyes with an intensity that made her breath catch.

“Elain,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion. “I want to show you how much I love you. Let me.”

Elain nodded, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and desire. Lucien’s hands moved with a tender certainty as he began to undress her. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. He took his time, unfastening each button and lace with reverence, until her dress slipped to the floor, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before him.

“You’re so beautiful,” Lucien whispered, his gaze sweeping over her with awe. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, each touch a testament to his love and devotion. Elain’s breath hitched, her body responding to him with an intensity she had never known.

As Lucien undressed himself, Elain watched, her eyes filled with desire and admiration. His body was a work of art, every muscle and scar telling a story of strength and resilience. When he stood before her, bare and unguarded, she reached out, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, his abdomen, memorizing every inch of him.

Lucien guided her to the blanket ,laying her down with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes. He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze never leaving hers as he spread her thighs apart. “I want to make you feel everything,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

Elain gasped as his mouth descended upon her, his tongue flicking out to taste her. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Lucien’s movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring her to the edge of ecstasy.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every reaction. Elain’s hands fisted in the sheets, her back arching off the bed as he drove her higher and higher. The pleasure was almost unbearable, teetering on the edge of pain, but Lucien knew exactly how to keep her balanced, how to bring her to the brink without letting her fall.

“Lucien,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need—”

“Not yet,” he murmured against her, the vibrations of his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through her. “I want to keep you on the edge, to make this last.”

Elain whimpered, her body writhing beneath him as he continued his exquisite torment. Her world narrowed to the feel of his mouth on her, the relentless pleasure building and building until she thought she might shatter from it.

Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, Lucien pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her soaked skin. “Come for me, Elain,” he commanded softly, his voice filled with love and desire.

And she did. The climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with an intensity that left her gasping and crying out his name. Lucien didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to draw out her pleasure, prolonging her orgasm until she was left trembling and spent.

When she finally came down from the high, Lucien crawled up beside her, gathering her into his arms. He held her close, their bodies entwined, his heart beating in time with hers.

“Thank you,” Elain whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love. “Thank you for everything.”

Lucien pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Elain. Always.”

They lay there together, basking in the afterglow of their love, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Stronger, united, and deeply in love.

In that moment, as they held each other close under the moonlit sky, Elain felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that their journey would not be easy, but with Lucien by her side, she was ready to face whatever the future held.

Together, they would defy the odds, their love a beacon of hope and strength that would guide them through the darkest of times. And as they stood there in the garden, their hearts beating as one, they knew that their bond was unbreakable, forged in the fires of passion and resilience.

- @sonics-atelier ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form, I will decapitate you )

[sadiegirl2021]

Here you can find a complete list and links to my ACOTAR fanfics on Ao3.

I mostly write Gwynriel, with a bit of Elucien and a pinch of crackships!

Enjoy 💖

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