#ft. lucien

[adrasian]

For a moment, Adrasia was rendered completely silent. Fighting his anger, his disbelief, snuffed out by the immediate resignation that followed. He watched Lucien reach for the glass, so impossible to reconcile with the reputation for death and cruelty that he knew the councilmen for in his girlish costume, and wondered why he had expected anything else. And yet it felt... strange, to hear Lucien express such a lack of control over his alleged paramour. For not the first time, Adrasia felt his complete lack of understanding for the undead and their tangled, poisonous love affairs. "My deepest apologies, Councilman Gaudet," He said crisply, "I will leave you both to your evening."

"Bold to think I have any sway over Mr. De Luca. It would be good of you to remember you are not on a first name basis with any master at this castle, especially a councilman. Age does not make you an equal. The weight of the collar around your neck should be a reminder of that, but it seems you do have an inability to remember much of anything, most importantly your place. A costume party doesn't change that." Lucien finished his drink and ordered another. "I will be sure to mention you to Mr. De Luca per your wishes."

[cheruv-ii]

I FORGOT TO POST HIM WAWAWA

[ghostofadragon]

it is 2 am. acotar furry time

[jawbrkrs]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭  ,  and  right now  lucian  was  ivy's  hammer .  her  nerves  were  already  worn  thin  from  the  night  ,  watching  him  retrieve  a  flask  from  the  glove  compartment   was  her  last  straw.  brown  eyes  roll  as  the  remark  leaves  his  lips  ,  resisting  the  urge  to  pluck  the  nefarious  flask  from  his  grasp.  "  sober  for  what  ?  to  talk  like  two  fucking  adults  ?  but  I  forgot  that  isn't  your  style  right ?  "  finally  giving  into  her  urges  she  snatches  the  flask  from  his  hands  ,  the  liquor  trickling  onto  her  hand  in  rebellion.  she's  so  angry,  she  half-expected  the  liquor  to  vaporize  against  her  heat-flushed  palm.  "  you  know  what  fuck  this  .  I  don't  deserve  this .  I  don't  deserve  to  be  treated  like  this  by  you  ,  because  you're  dumb  ass  and  who  doesn't  realize  when  someone  actually  cares  about  you !  "  weighted  words  had  finally  reached  the  surface  erupting  like  the  liquor  had  just  moments  ago. the rain battering the stalled car , didn’t even matter anymore …

open starter. any connection, any gender. about lucian.

he decidedly did not want to be here. by the time they pulled up, his mood was sour, they had been fighting all night (likely spurred on by lucian himself), and he was just ready to pass out in bed - except the car had broken down on the side of the road in rain that was practically coming down in sheets. a hand reaches over to take a flask from the glove compartment, "at least i don't have to be sober for this shit."

[the-lonelybarricade]

The fic is getting long enough, we don't need an Elucien subplot—

“I’m back!” She called, and this time when Lucien poked his head out of the stall, his lips parted open in surprise.

“I didn’t realize…” He cleared his throat. “You brought a guest?”

“This is my sister, Elain,” Feyre said, gesturing to an Elain who had gone a little pink-cheeked, though it was cold enough to see their breath. “I thought she’d enjoy coming with, if that’s okay.”

[ravewoodx]

[landfilloftrash]

me when. the shenanigans.

[anne-hathway]

Okaaay, I'm really interested in what attires have you been wearing and what events have you been attending? i need details and pics too because i'm sure you look great and i hope you're having fun while you're doing it! in my case, it's a little different, i've been taking a break after being filming for eight weeks, now i'm getting ready to christmas, with two kids, this season becomes really busy! i'm the kind of mom who loves doing different activities every day to feel the spirit and keep the kids entertained so if you know of anything good, please tell me, we've decorated the house, we've made cookies and some of course a different christmas movie every day. do you have special traditions for this season?

Annie... whilst I've been dressing in my best attire for a change, and attending events here, there and just about everywhere, what have you been doing? Having fun, I hope. I already know you have been living the life — you're one of the most entertaining people I know. But still, let me know. Been ignoring the fact Christmas is three weeks away, or embracing it? @anne-hathway

[elejahfanfic]

_Camille

Elijah_

*

Divination

_fanfic_au

[starbcrnsx]

closed starter for @allthatglxtters lucien ft helion.

There weren't many high lords that Lucien genuinely liked on a personal level, that he didn't talk to outside of his emissary role. Most of them stuck ot the old ways like his father but there were a few good ones. Helion was one of those good ones, one of the ones that Lucien didn't mind being around even if it was just sitting in silence. Perhaps it was because he had quite a few friends in the day court, or perhaps his powers of fire accepted those of the day, Lucien didn't know but he didn't argue it. Even now spotting Helion he wondered if the other remembered anything or if he was going through the world blind. Taking a deep breath he moved closer and gave the other a welcoming smile, "it's a beautiful day isn't it?" he didn't know what else to say but it was better to test the waters safely first.

[ofanswereddreams]

"How did you manage? When Feyre lived with him."

The question is not unkindly put, but it still gives Rhysand pause. He's still a little uncertain of how much he can or should trust @flamesofday. His brows furrow and the starry light that usually illuminates his eyes is guttered. After a few moments, he looks up from the map he's studying and assesses Lucien anew as he responds: "Well for one thing, I've had centuries of practice living on my own, without my mate." He offers the other male a wry smile, but then presses on. It isn't a real response, and he knows it's not what Lucien is asking for. He's seeking advice.

"It wasn't just that the mating bond slid into place for me. I fell in love with Feyre when we were all Under the Mountain," Rhys continues. "I didn't say anything to her. I just let her return to Spring, because I truly thought she was happy there. When you love someone, you would do anything to ensure their happiness. It wasn't until the day of the wedding, when I heard her calling for help down our bond, when I got there and saw how he'd let her waste away before his eyes..."

He has to stop here for a moment, because his voice has become more of a growl. The memory is still so fresh in his mind, and he doesn't know when he will ever forgive Tamlin for the wreckage he caused. "I suppose it must be hard for you, seeing Elain in such distress," he finishes, neatly returning the subject back to Lucien.

[lucienmelaina]

Don't you think your brother should mov out? This whole thing is kind of weird

What's weird about it? It's not our fault if you don't like your family.

@aresmelaina

[m-herra]

I need 2 draw the cuddle pile thoughts in tags

[roscgarden]

it’s very rare that lucien actually keeps a horse that he’s rehabilitated .  most of the time ,  the owner brings him their injured/sick horse ,  he fixes them  &  they go back home .  but there always has to be that one   SPECIAL  instance where something breaks that streak .  𝙎𝙊 𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏  𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝙃 . . .

she is a  FOURTEEN  year old  palomino mustang mare .  decorated in a cream-colored coat ,  all four of her legs have white stockings  &  her face has a white blaze right in the center .  mane  &  tail are also a light honey blonde .  delilah had been previously owned by a rich horse rancher ,  who used delilah for breeding .  unfortunately a mountain lion attacked delilah while the herd was grazing ,  it was said that the mare purposely went head to head with the predator  (  as if to protect the herd ) .  she of course ,  was horribly gashed up .  &  despite the rancher hiring the “ best “  vets from all neighboring towns ,  none could get close enough to the horse in order to help .  so with word of mouth ,  the rancher is told about lucien blythe who’s stationed at the Wild Oak Inn . after witnessing the state delilah was in ,  luc had given an honest estimate of time it would take for the mare to fully heal  (  if she even healed at all  ) .  the rancher didn’t like the odds ,  said the window of time to mate all of the mares was closing  &  he needed her to be healthy enough to carry another foal .  but when luc explained it wasn’t realistic to expect her to get better so quickly .  the rancher simply said ,  “ then i suppose she’s yours now. “  &  that was that .  it was a surprise ,  after hearing the difficult time the other veterinarians had with delilah ,  how sweet  &  patient she always was when it came time to giving her medicine or changing her bandages .  she never nipped him ,  never pulled away .  she always let him do whatever he needed ,  like she knew that luc only wanted to help .  they created a beautiful bond out of respect for one another .  probably something she never experienced in her last home . another surprise came during a routine check up ,  making sure all of her vitals were staying healthy .  when lucien discovered two heartbeats . extra tidbit :  even though the mare responds quite well to delilah ,  she especially listens when lucien calls her  DILLY .

[denouemente]

HE STILL DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO HER. what does one say to another who’s been forcibly removed from her home, ripped from the life she’s known and thrust into a place with a people who despise where she came from? some of it, he can fathom. he’s left two courts now, the second of which was his home. everyone in the night court despised him, all except feyre. BUT HE WAS ON THIN ICE WITH HER. HE COULD TELL. and he was on even thinner ice with her two sisters. one of them, he didn’t really care. everyone seemed to dislike nesta. but elain . . .

“ are you feeling better? ” he swallows, hands behind his back as he enters the room. he sees @homebehind, her back to him as she remains in what lucien can only assume is her favorite spot in the palace. “ after . . . you know . . . ” I DON’T LIKE REMEMBERING IT. lucien bows his head slightly, guilt eating at him. she was here because of him. taken from everything because of him. did she blame him, like feyre and nesta did? HE HAD TO GET OUT OF HERE. it was too much. “ what happened to you . . . i’m sorry. i didn’t . . . I’M SORRY, ELAIN. ”

[mcrcki]

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