#i am so sleepy today

[kirby-the-gorb]

[separatist-apologist]

The Fire Won't Burn Me

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

for @elucienweekofficial

Summary: Princess Elain Archeron wants nothing more than to be reunited with her missing youngest sister and to see her father finally emerge from the fog of grief he's been living under since her mother died. When her step mother arranges for her older sister to fetch her youngest to celebrate Elain's impending engagement to a neighboring prince, it seems like she'll get her wish. That is, until her father's fearsome huntsman steps in and wrecks it all. Now she's on the run, hiding in the forest to keep herself- and her heart- intact.

In her quest to understand why someone would want her heart carved from her chest, Elain will have to reconcile what it means to truly be the fairest of them all

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The first fall of snow marked the end of spending time outdoors. Elain woke to freezing wood floors and frosted over windows blocking out gray sunlight. Lucien had been right about the wolf pelt. Elain had given it to Jurian, who’d brought it back several days later, filled with down and big enough to cover her bed end to end.

She hadn’t even realized how cold the cottage was until she climbed from beneath the blanket. Quickly, she pulled on stockings and a dressing robe and rushed to toss more logs onto the fireplace. The cottage warmed quickly, though Elain dragged that blanket down so she could sit wrapped up on the little couch Jurian had provided with a mug of tea.

What did it say about her that she was enjoying this little break from her real life? Elain had begun to wonder, over the last month, if she couldn’t just stay. If Nesta returned, maybe…

But Nesta would know Amarantha had lied about Elain running off with a stable boy. Elain wasn’t particularly stealthy and Nesta was observant. If Elain had a secret romance, Nesta would have known, even if she wouldn’t have said something. 

It was just…Elain felt at home for the first time in her life. Once the anxiety of Amarantha finding her had worn off, peace began to settle. Her plan of finding the King of Avalon had been pushed to the very back of her mind. Was it foolish to hope she could live forever hidden within the borders of the very same woman who’d tried to kill her? Maybe. And still at night, Elain wanted it all the same. 

She wanted something else, too. Or, someone else. The same man tasked with killing her came to dinner every single night and rarely did he come empty handed. He’d eaten everything she’d ever laid before him, even when Elain knew it tasted badly. 

And he’d kissed her. Only once, and on the cheek. She froze, unsure what she was supposed to do. Nothing, as it turned out, because Lucien made no mention of it the next time he visited, nor did he ever attempt to do it again. Though, she very much wanted him to. 

If she’d been back at the palace, she might have tried to convince him to kiss her again through a little light flirting. An exposed ankle, a giggle at a remark…that was usually enough, right? But Lucien wasn’t a prince or even a nobleman, and he seemed blissfully unaware that when he came over and she’d lit only candles and her hair was perfectly curled, she was trying to stage a scene in which he pulled her in his arms and kissed her with frantic desperation. 

That was what the heroes in those books Jurian had brought her were always doing, anyway. Reality was less romantic. That didn’t stop her from trying again, practically vibrating with excitement when she heard that first knock on the door. Lucien always rapped out a familiar pattern—a little song only they knew the words to. Elain scurried for the door, smiling at him before he ever said a word. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, visible despite the thick, fur-lined hood he wore.

“Let me in,” he complained. Elain stepped out of his way, delighted when he kicked snow from his boots onto the mat rather than her floors. Even Jurian hadn’t quite managed that. Lucien pulled his cloak from his body, hanging it against a hook in the wall before shaking out his long hair. 

“I cooked,” Elain told him breathlessly. Lucien offered her a soft smile, thrusting a package between them.

“Oh yeah? What did you make? 

“A lamb roast,” she replied. Elain had worked very carefully on it, desperate for him to like her cooking—and her.  “And another apple pie.”

“Is it my birthday?” he joked, stepping around her. Elain took that moment to unwrap his parcel. 

“Is this—”

“I figured if you’re trying to wed a prince from Avalon, you might as well know their favorite dishes,” Lucien replied, grinning at the yellow bound cookbook in her hands. “I’m happy to be the person you test all these new dishes on.”

She couldn’t help herself. Elain went to him, arms thrown around his middle. “This is…this is too nice, Lucien.”

He cleared his throat, though he held her all the same, hands rubbing down her spine. “I tried to kill you, remember? It’s nothing at all.”

“I’ve forgiven you for that,” she reminded him, regretfully pulling away. She could smell her meat waiting to be cut up and served. 

“You may have, but I certainly haven’t,” he replied, following her into the kitchen. He’d taken to helping recently—doing dishes when they were finished eating or helping her cut up large slices of meat. Elain didn’t complain any more because she was beginning to suspect Lucien did those things in an effort to convince her he had his uses. 

Maybe it was wishful thinking, but sometimes she hoped he picked up the little tasks in the cottage because he wanted to be around her, too. Elain liked Lucien—liked the way he listened, how he always had a question ready to go. Lucien had an uncanny ability to make her feel both seen and heard. No one in her life had ever taken such a genuine interest in her seeds, her projects, her life. 

“You should,” she finally murmured, handing him the carving knife. Lucien shot her a sideways glance—the sort that told her to mind her own business. But forgiving himself was her business, because how else would she ever convince him to kiss her again if he was too busy punishing himself for something she never thought about?

Elain set the table, thinking of the bottle of fruit wine she’d been making. It would almost be ready…maybe for the next meal, she thought ruefully. She had handwritten notes of beer brewing and she wanted to try her hand at that, too…maybe in the Spring, when she knew what she was doing with her life.

“Any word from Nesta?” she asked instead. Elain needed Nesta to come home if she was going to remain out here, if only to pay the rent Jurian would be wanting.

“No,” Lucien replied, carving up her meat carefully. “Not a whisper.”

“And that’s good?”

Lucien had explained this a hundred times before. If Nesta was dead, their stepmother would have an explanation for why she wouldn’t be returning. Some tragedy or love story or something that would plausibly excuse Nesta from ever stepping foot in the palace again. He genuinely believed no news was good news.

But a little more than a month had passed and Elain was getting antsy. 

“Yes,” he said, laying out the meat on a dinged up serving platter. 

“What if she’s injured and no one knows?” Elain asked, mind racing through the possibilities. “Or what if—”

“Elain. Have faith,” Lucien replied gently, his eyes searching her own. “Nesta is coming back.”

She nodded. “She told me three months.”

“It hasn’t been two,” he reminded her, just as he always did. “She’ll be back—and she’ll be looking for you the second she realizes you’ve gone.”

“She’ll never believe for a second I ran off with a stable boy,” Elain joked. Lucien didn’t smile as he sat, his expression almost pained. 

“And if she returns���do you plan to abandon Avalon?” he asked her, waiting for Elain to join him. She brought out mashed potatoes and more bread, hoping to stuff him to the point he couldn’t walk. And then, she thought, she’d say Oh, Lucien, just stay the night…of course you can join me in my bed—

“Maybe,” she admitted, shaking her head of the fantasy. “Do you think it's better to go?”

Lucien shrugged, taking that first bite. An obscene groan escaped his lips, filling Elain with heat. She’d never heard him make such a sound, though she could imagine the sort of scenario in which he might. True, she had little experience with men, but she did have those third hand romance books Jurian had given her. Men were always groaning when they were well-pleased in the bedroom.

“Is it good?” she asked, leaning forward on her elbows. 

“Yes,” he said, eyes closed while he chewed. “It’s perfect.”

Elain nearly flew over the table, crawled into his lap, and kissed him for saying so. When Lucien opened his eyes, she was staring back at her plate so he wouldn’t see her every lurid, too-curious thought. 

“You didn’t answer. Do you think, if Nesta returns, I should still leave?”

“Do you think Nesta will return with an army?” he countered. 

“Maybe. That does seem like something she might do.”

Lucien took another bite, grunting softly. “I can’t make that decision for you, princess. And I’m afraid my protection can only do so much. The queen employs her black guards, as you well know. They are loyal only to her. Sometimes I worry…”

He trailed off, though his fears lingered in the air. Elain could imagine them well, as she too had given a great deal of thought about what might happen if she returned home, miscalculated, and found herself in the dungeon. 

“How is my father?”

Lucien grimaced. “The same.”

“So much has changed and yet everything feels the same,” she replied, watching Lucien spoon a mountain of potatoes on his plate. “I don’t want to go to Avalon if I don’t have to…I’d rather stay here.”

That caught his attention. “Would you marry Graysen instead?”

“No, not…I want to stay here,” she said, gesturing around her. “I think Jurian would let me if I could find some way to make money—”

“I’ll pay it,” he said, his expression slack. “If you…ah…I just mean, you don’t need to worry about money for now. I could…it’s the least I could do.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, heart hammering in her throat. “I’m sure I could find a job—”

“I want to,” Lucien insisted, likely more guilt manifesting itself. “If you’re thinking of staying, let me help so you don’t have to worry so much.”

“What do you get out of it?” she dared to ask. Lucien’s eyes found her own.

“Your company?” he asked helplessly. “I ah…I like being around you.”

“Really?” she asked. Lucien’s cheeks darkened the prettiest shade of pink.

“Yes,” he said gruffly. “Don’t act like you don’t know that.”

“I just like hearing you admit it,” Elain replied, digging into her own food. She could feel the huntsman’s eyes on her, watching her with open suspicion but Elain didn’t care. A huff of almost laughter slipped from just behind his teeth, causing her to smile. 

“You know,” Lucien began, setting his fork down to rest a hand against his stomach, “if you’re thinking you’d like to stay, and Nesta hasn’t returned by the time spring is over, I was thinking you and I could try and track her down?”

Elain nearly screamed. “Really?” she asked. That was far more than Elain would ever dared to hope for. “You’d do that for me?”

More embarrassment stained that handsome face of his. “Sure,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s better than seeing you marry a prince of Avalon.”

“Are you jealous?” she asked, forcing herself to sound playful rather than breathless. “Is this you finally confirming that the youngest son is impossibly handsome?”

Lucien rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were still tomato red. “I think he’d like you far more than I would appreciate.”

Elain could scarcely breathe. “So you are jealous?”

Lucien steepled his finger tips against his mouth. “What if I was?”

Elain didn’t know. She’d never gotten this far in her daydreams. Lucien either was overcome with desire and words weren’t necessary, or he admitted he had feelings for her and then reverted back to being passionately overwhelmed by his need for her. In real life, Lucien continued to sit in his chair, staring her down with an expression that practically dared her to say something.

And Elain found herself suddenly bashful. Blinking, she stood so abruptly that her knee collided with the underside of the table. Lucien backed away, eyes wide with surprise

“Pie,” she breathed, needing something to occupy her hands with. “I’ll—”

“Elain,” he called, but she’d already scurried to the kitchen. He could see her, of course. Elain felt Lucien’s eyes on her as she busied herself with more cutlery and plates. She heard the scraping of chair legs against the wood floor and the soft thudding steps of his boots as he came to her.

His fingers brushed the sides of her arms, clad in that blue bodice and nothing else. “I am jealous,” he whispered, curling those same fingers over just above her elbow. “That prince wouldn’t know what to do with you.”

Elain couldn’t breathe again. “And you do?” she dared to ask, her back colliding with the solid warmth of his chest. She swore she could hear his heart thudding in her ears, drowning out everything else. 

“Want to find out?”

Elain turned, forcing herself to face him. If she couldn’t look him in the eye, what business did she have asking him for anything? “Yes,” she whispered, tilting her chin so if he wanted, he could kiss her. Elain could do many, many things.

But she refused to make that first move. Lucien blinked at her, staring like he was only just seeing her for the first time. For one horrible second, Elain was certain she’d taken it too far and Lucien was trying to let her down easy. That he’d tell her he didn’t want to be around her anymore.

And then he sighed, the sound so similar to the groan from dinner that Elain started a little. Whispering, “Thank the gods,” Lucien threaded one of his large hands in her hair and pulled her closer. Elain had to surge up on her tiptoes to meet him even as he hunched, their lips colliding with the same frantic hunger she’d been dreaming about.

It was far better than anything her stories promised. His mouth was soft, his fingers warm Elain pressed her palm flat against his chest, sliding up the buttons of his tunic to his exposed neck. She only wanted to touch a little skin, to feel his heart jumping against the hollow of his throat. 

One kiss became two, became a third, until Elain was too dizzy and breathless to count. She couldn’t think, drowning in the warmth of his lips, of the masculine scent of him burning pleasantly just inside her nose. Lucien’s tongue slid from behind his teeth, tracing her bottom lip.

Open, she swore he asked. When Elain opened her eyes, though, his were closed shut, his face one of pure bliss. He liked this, she realized with awe. He wanted her. Nothing could have pleased her more.

Elain did as he wanted on that next kiss, parting her lips just to see what might happen. She had kissed other men before—boys, too, when she’d been younger. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept of a tongue in her mouth. In fact, Elain distinctly remembered it being too wet and a little gross. The experience had been just that—an experience she hadn’t been keen to repeat. But she also remembered how her mind had been racing the entire time, cataloging everything happening with near clinical interest. 

Lucien’s tongue darted forward, licking her own. His rumbled groan settled in her flipping, excited stomach, pulling her closer still as she tamped down the urge to rub her body against his own. And the next time his tongue came back, Elain was quick to meet him. Lucien tasted like rosemary and salt and something else—something distinct and wholly him. 

She couldn’t hide her own squeaky moan. Lucien fisted her curls tighter, wrapping his other arm against her waist to hoist her not onto the kitchen counter, but up against his body. Vaguely, Elain was aware he was walking her somewhere. Did it make her wanton to wish he was taking her to bed?

Maybe not. Lucien merely took her to the couch, dropping against the soft yellow cushion so she was straddling his lap. Here she could touch him like she wanted without worrying she’d fall over and lose her balance. Immediately, Elain took advantage of their positions, running her hands down the flat plains of his broad chest. 

Still wishing for skin. That was too forward, though, and too soon. Even as Lucien’s own hand spanned her backside, the other cupping her jaw tenderly—like she was special. Elain moaned again, unable to stop herself. Everything felt brand new and wildly exciting. 

Elain felt like she could do anything she liked and Lucien would allow it. And when she rolled her hips, searching for something that could alleviate the ache growing between her legs, Lucien groaned loudly. 

“Do that again,” he panted, adjusting himself so she when she did grind herself against him, she found proof of his own arousal waiting to greet her. Good. Elain felt rebellious, felt like the kind of person who could rub herself against a man with no expectations

Of course, it meant if she did have to marry that Prince of Avalon, she’d have to lie to him. Before, Elain would have found that intolerable, but now the only intolerable thing was not having Lucien. He lifted his hips to meet her in a frenzy of movement, until they were all lips and tongue and teeth. This was exactly what she’d been imagining, but better because it was happening. He was touching her, his fingers gripping her thighs to pull her closer until he skimmed her bare skin beneath her dress.

Inching closer and closer to where she was both terrified to let him touch and desperate for contact. She might have told him so, but that would have meant she had to stop kissing him and Elain didn’t know that she could. His mouth was addictive and the way he touched her seemed to make each kiss more pleasurable. Elain suddenly understood how the kitchen girls were always getting pregnant when she was a girl—she was ready to throw caution to the wind, too.

Especially when Lucien’s careful, clever fingers began rubbing lazy circles against her inner thigh, each pass coming higher and higher with what laid between them. She could have stopped him—Elain had the feeling Lucien was taking his time in an attempt to gauge if she wanted him to touch her or not.

Throwing caution to the wind, Elain pressed herself closer, until his hand was cupping her through her thin undergarment.

“Spread your legs, princess,” Lucien groaned, dragging his teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck. “Show me how wet you are.”

Panting, Elain did as he asked as best she could, given she was still in his lap and unwilling to move. Lucien rubbed a soft circle through the material, drawing a whimper from Elain’s throat. She watched his eyes flutter shut, saw how his lips parted to suck in his own ragged breath of air. 

“Very wet,” he managed before making another pass. “Is this what you need, Elain?”

Another soft touch, dulled by the fabric separating their skin. Elain bucked, trying to get him to move it but Lucien’s free hand stilled her. Elain could feel his cock pressed against the curve of her ass, jumping slightly when he touched again.

“Do you touch yourself when I’m not around?” Lucien continued, drawing his face closer so the words were spoken against her cheek. “Do you think about me?”

“Yes,” she said, too far gone to lie. 

His fingers curled around the fabric just how she’d hoped, slipping beneath without bothering to remove them at all.

“I want you to ride my hand,” he told her, holding her gaze with impossibly dark eyes. “I want you to make a mess of me.”

The pad of his thumb had begun making lazy passes against her slick cunt, teasing around her clit without ever touching it. Elain would have done anything he said so long as he kept touching her, and so she nodded.

Lucien kissed her again, slower than before. Certain he was trying to match his tongue to his fingers, Elain allowed herself to indulge in the feeling. To give in to what he was offering and take what she wanted, even if it was selfish. 

“That’s it,” Lucien groaned, his own hips bucking upward. Elain writhed against him until finally he was rubbing her just where she wanted. Still teasing, his fingers dipping toward her entrance to push slightly just inside before dragging the slick arousal back up to her clit, over and over until Elain moaned mindlessly. 

“Please,” she begged him, unable to articulate anything else. He knew, though. Lucien knew what she wanted and rather than speed himself up, he slowed down. Dragging her out, letting her build close enough to that edge before pulling her back. Over and over, until he looked like he wanted to die, too. Elain couldn’t stop herself, rolling her hips against his hand just like he’d asked her to. She was certain his fingers must be coated and told herself that was what he wanted.

She didn’t need to feel embarrassment or shame. Elain kissed Lucien, tongue invading his mouth. Distracted, Lucien’s fingers didn’t pull away when she built that last time. His focus lay on her lips against his and his own grinding erection he so desperately needed her to touch. She could have told him she would if he’d let her come if she’d wanted to pull away.

She didn’t. And Lucien continued his precise, tight circles until Elain did break the kiss, body jerking as her gathering release finally ignited like flame, engulfing her with pleasure. She couldn’t make any noise at all, her hand fisted in his shirt to keep herself from flying into a million little pieces. 

“That’s it,” Lucien managed, his voice as broken as she felt. “Take what you need.”

What she needed was him, though she didn’t dare say so. Pleasure dragged on and on, coming over her in waves until her locked muscles finally spasmed, letting her collapse against him.

Luicen pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart hammering loudly against her cheek. He pulled his hand away while she watched, sliding those fingers into his mouth to taste her. It was obscene—it should have disgusted her.

The sight convinced her to pull at the laces of his pants. 

“Elain—” he tried, reaching for her wrists but Elain swatted him away.

“Fair is fair,” she replied. She wanted to give him something, too—and curiosity made her want to see him. She’d only read about the male appendage but Elain had been too sheltered to ever truly see one. Even that serving boy she’d once kissed, who’d wanted to show it to her, had become too spooked and changed his mind.

But Lucien was a living, breathing man who’d just made her come with his fingers and Elain thought she deserved to see him in all his glory. Once he realized she wanted to touch him, his protests died in favor of lifting his hips so she could shuck his pants to his knees. His cock sprang free, large and thick and swollen, and perhaps most thrilling of all, coated in fluid right against its slitted tip.

Lucien watched her grip him at the base, the appendage resting against his stomach proudly. Elain had logistical questions—would the whole thing fit in her body? Or would he only manage half? And did that bother him? She’d certainly try—she wanted to try, but maybe first with her hand. 

“Elain—” Lucien broke off, choking slightly when she made that first pass up the length of him.

“Like this, right?” she asked, careful to make her eyes big and innocent. Just in case he didn’t like the experience, or would have been put off knowing how she spent her time at night when he wasn’t around. 

“Gods,” Lucien panted, head thrown back. “Don’t stop.”

Like she could. Elain was having far too much fun winding him up and more fun still touching him. Elain considered this practice, or at least, an adjustment to what she hoped would come later. Nights spent together, tangled beneath the sheets while they planned their next move—and him, writhing against her, lost to the same heady pleasure. Lucien seemed spell-bound, filling Elain with a sense of power she’d never once felt before. 

She gripped him tighter, marveling at how hard he felt—not squishy like she’d always suspected an erection might be, but closer to bone. While Lucien panted, acting as if he’d run for miles, Elain began to experiment with her grip. She stroked him, twisting near the tip of his cock until Lucien moaned. She squeezed and softened her hand, using the whimpering sounds to guide her. 

Lucien didn’t warn her when he was close—he merely went tight like she had, gripping the arm of the couch for purchase before jerking hard. White fluid splattered against her hand, proof that he’d liked what she’d done. He watched her with wild, dark eyes, still panting, still moaning.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Realization seemed to dawn on Lucien which made Elain nervous. Was that regret looking back at her? 

No, she decided when he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her closer for a soft, sweet kiss. “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go,” he whispered, a smile on his handsome face.

“How was it supposed to go, Lucien?”

“I was going to romance you,” he admitted, slipping from beneath her carefully. With one fluid motion, Lucien had his pants back on and was making his way to the kitchen for a rag. For her hand, she realized—and his cock, which he wiped off quickly before giving the cloth to her. 

“You still could,” she said, smoothing out her dress primly. “There’s time.”

“Am I going to lose you to a Prince of Avalon?” he asked her, eyes sparkling. No, though Elain didn’t dare admit that. She couldn’t tell him what she wanted—this life, with him, small as it was. If Elain ended up with another man, it would be out of necessity and duty—to her sisters, her family, her home. 

But Lucien would always be the man she wanted. Nothing could convince her otherwise. 

“I suppose that depends on how good you are at romancing princesses.”

Lucien only smiled. “You’ll see then.”

Elain hoped he was right.

LUCIEN:

“Do I dare ask what is going on between you and Elain?” Jurian asked by way of greeting when Lucien stepped into his workshop. 

Lucien only shrugged, though the memory of the night before—and her hand, wrapped so sweetly around his cock—surfaced before he could shove the memory aside. He was spending all his free time with her, working her up into what inevitably came next while trying to pretend a winter spent wrapped around princess Elain wasn’t going to eventually break his heart. 

“She’s a nice girl,” Jurian reminded Lucien, slamming several wrapped packages to the woodblock countertop. 

“Are you saying she could do better than me?”

“I’m asking if you’ve told her the truth about you,” Jurian replied, rounding on Lucien so quickly he stumbled back a step. “Does she know what kind of life you’re offering?”

“Mind your own fucking business,” Lucien snapped. Jurian leveled a dark scowl, though he said nothing else. Lucien tossed his coins to the table before storming back out into the cold. The meat was for Elain. He’d intended to go over that morning and waste the day with her, but Jurian had convinced Lucien to go back to the palace first. Just to check.

He’d never told Jurian who he was. The man had just known—and had kept the secret, even when he could have made quite a bit of money by selling him out to his father. It made Lucien wonder if he didn’t know who Elain was, too.

Lucien dropped his things off in the home he’d built high up in the trees. At the time, it had been practical. Anyone coming for him would be easily visible and his position defendable. He kept a quiver of arrows just outside the door and though he’d never had to use them, Lucien’s aim was good.

He wouldn’t miss. 

Lucien found himself back in the palace by mid-afternoon. Knowing he’d be late for dinner with Elain, Lucien made his way toward the king to see if he could find any information about Nesta or Feyre he might pass along, if only to ease Elain’s fear. Selfishly, so long as Nesta was alive, Elain didn’t have to marry anyone but him. They'd go looking for her at the first hint of spring. 

How Elain had managed to live twenty three years in the dark, gloomy palace was beyond Lucien. The once bustling halls were deserted again, the staff likely laid off now that the prince had been sent home wifeless. Curtains had been hung over every available window, blotting out sunlight in favor of long corridors filled with lurking shadows.

And black guards. Every time Lucien rounded a corner he found a pair of them patrolling. It was a little much, even for Amarantha. Lucien wondered if he couldn’t just vanish without her knowing where he’d gone. Or if she’d—

“...Know where they went!” A clear, masculine voice boomed just ahead. Lucien recognized it as the king. “Where did you send my daughters?”

“You’re unwell,” Amarantha’s voice crooned, her tone syrupy. “Darling, come back to bed—”

“Tell me where they—”

Lucien rounded the corner only to flatten himself fully against the wall, heart pounding in his throat. He was certain he wasn’t supposed to see what was unfolding before him. Amarantha curled a hand around her husband’s wrist, her whole body contorting into some awful, terrifying…creature. Gone was her lovely face, her unmarred skin, her lithe body. In turn, the thing that stood before the king had mottled, bruises over paper white skin, so thin it looked like a light breeze might tear it. Coal black eyes had become ringed in yellow and spidered with red blood vessels practically bulging at the sides. Silvery wisps of air stuck out in odd angles. The queen had become six inches shorter, though far more terrifying. Lucien dared another glance, watching the king slump forward, his eyes hazy once again.

“Go back to bed, darling,” she snarled, holding his gaze. “Everything is fine.”

“Everything…is fine…” the king repeated. Amarantha dropped her hold and Lucien spun again, moving quickly. He didn’t want her to know he’d seen her, didn’t want to be caught with this new, horrible information.

And yet, it was validating. He knew the change in the king couldn’t be grief alone. Magic—it was magic of some kind. Lucien didn’t understand it, but thought he could figure it out. And, he decided, as he stepped back into the cold, that he’d keep it from Elain, at least for now.

She’d panic and do something rash. Something that involved Beron, or one of Lucien’s brothers. For now, Lucien would continue to merely omit everything he knew, at least until he had a plan. And he’d continue to shield Elain, though he knew he couldn’t forever.

He’d thought Amarantha merely wanted Elain’s heart as a trophy. But now… now. Lucien wasn’t so sure. What he did know with certainty was that Amarantha would eventually learn he’d lied and she was in possession of a deer heart. 

He’d go back only as necessary, just long enough to avoid arousing her suspicion. She wouldn’t be thinking of him, of that Lucien was sure. Amarantha had likely turned her attention to Elain’s remaining sisters. If Nesta could merely hold out to winter, he was certain he could find her 

Tracking had always been a special skill of Lucien’s. Even when he’d been a prince of Avalon, he’d been the best tracker his father had. He could find Nesta Archeron, though after that, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Convince the sisters to get on a boat and sail far, far away? That seemed the best, and most unlikely course of action. 

Maybe he’d write Eris. If he asked Jurian to deliver it, his father would know he was just across the border in Ellesmere but not where. And Beron would only know if Eris chose to tell him. Which Lucien thought his elder brother might keep a secret if he thought it might serve him.

How can I come home? How can I convince Beron to raise an army for the woman I’m falling in love with? 

Lucien turned that thought over and over in his mind before knocking on Elain’s door. She answered, bouncy and bright. There was no hiding his delight when she flung her arms around his neck, and certainly none when he turned his face for a soft, lingering kiss.

“I missed you, too,” he told her gruffly. Too late, he realized he’d forgotten to bring her the meat he’d had Jurian butcher for him. “What if we went to my place tonight?”

Elain paused. “But…I made dinner.”

“After dinner?” he pressed, reaching for her face. “You could sleep in my bed tonight, if you’d like?”

She bit her bottom lip, her hesitation plain. “I…”

“Another night, then,” he replied smoothly before unbuttoning his cloak. He should have known it would be too early to share the same sleeping space. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself and she’d feel uncomfortable. It was what forced him out the door every night when all he really wanted was to follow her up to bed like a lost dog.

“I was going to ask you to stay tonight,” Elain said breathlessly. “I even…I even made a pie.”

“You always make a pie, princess,” Lucien replied affectionately. “What flavor this time?”

“Strawberry and cream.” Elain held it out, revealing a top crust with two little hearts cut into it. Overwhelmed with a surge of emotion, Lucien turned toward the plates she’d stacked on the counter.

“Of course I’ll stay with you,” he told her, not daring to look her in the eye. “You don’t have to bribe me with pie.”

She shrugged delicate shoulders, her cheeks flushed from what he surmised was embarrassment. “Just trying to make it enticing.”

“The enticing part of being with you is you, Elain,” he teased, running his fingers over the back of her neck. Elain shivered, darting out of his way so he could set the table. “If you want me in your bed and are looking for a meal to convince me, consider spreading yourself over the table next time.”

Elain swatted him in the stomach. “Don’t be crass, Lucien.” He merely laughed, sliding into his usual chair across from her, just as he always did. Elain held his gaze, chewing on that bottom lip. There was a question brewing—Lucien folded his hands and lifted his brows, waiting for her to just spit it out.

“Is that…something…you would do?” she finally squeaked, her face the shade of a particularly lovely rose. 

Lucien’s cock throbbed at the mere suggestion. He shifted, trying to settle himself down but now all he could think about was Elain naked on the table, her cunt spread wide for him. He wanted that almost as much as he wanted to be buried inside of her. Lucien had dreams of putting her on his face, turned around so she could suck him at the same time. 

“Yes,” he told her, hating the way his voice cracked ever so slightly. “I would like to taste you very much.”

Her eyes fell back to her plate. “Maybe you could?”

Lucien cocked his head, watching her the way he imagined a wolf accessed a doe. Only, Elain was no trembling fawn—she was a beast in her own right, with a set of fangs sharp enough to kill. Still, Lucien forced an easy, almost lazy smile to the surface.

“Why don’t you eat your dinner first?”

Elain’s gaze seemed to sharpen as she brought that first forkful of food toward her lips. The gods help him, because when her mouth closed around the utensil, Lucien nearly dragged her across the table anyway. There was no way Elain wasn’t aware of the effect she had on him. She moaned, eyes rolling in the back of her head. Lucien’s knee jerked upward, trying to force him to his feet only to slam into the table and rattle the dishes atop it.

“Everything all right, Lucien?” Elain asked, innocent as ever.

She would be the death of him. But oh. What a way to go. Lucien had all but forgotten what happened in the place, so caught up in those dark brown eyes and her pillowy pink lips. 

You’re playing a dangerous game, princess,” he replied, leaning his elbows against the table. “You don’t know the outcome.”

“But you do?” Elain replied. 

Lucien couldn’t take the challenge. He stood, intending to walk to her.

“Sit down, Lucien,” Elain said primly, dotting the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “I was merely teasing you. Eat.”

His body screamed in protest, but Lucien did as she asked before he’d ever taken more than a step. He’d just reached for his fork when Elain murmured, “I’ve changed my mind. Come here, Lucien.”

He was back on his feet in an instant, intending to drag her up to bed and keep her there for the next full day—maybe two, if he could get away with it. He’d need to slip out at some point and check his traps, but that wouldn’t take long. An hour, two at the most of he moved quickly and there was no one he needed to drag back to the palace for punishment. 

He reached her just as Elain said, “Kneel.”

Lucien paused, holding her gaze. And then slowly, sank to one knee. “My lady?”

“You said I didn’t know the outcome of the game I’m playing,” she replied, turning back to her plate. “But I think it is you, Lucien, who doesn’t know.”

“Are you toying with me?” he demanded, though he didn’t move, either. Let her see that he’d do whatever she asked, so when she did spread herself out for him, she could do it without fear or hesitation. 

“No. I’m merely clueing you in to the game we’re playing,” she replied. 

Lucien rose to his feet then, intending to finish his meal quickly, if only so he could kiss that sassy mouth of hers. He couldn’t resist walking to her, nor did he stop himself from bracketing her in his arms so she had to look up at him.

“I am well aware you hold all the cards, princess. If you want me to jump, simply tell me how high.”

Elain’s breath caught. Good. At least she knew, and didn’t need to worry so much about who was in control. There was no power struggle between them. Lucien was more than happy to cede it all to her. It was tempting to tell her everything–that she’d held all the cards from the first moment she’d truly looked at him.

That Lucien had walked away from a comfortable, easy life doing the queens bidding in order to have Elain. There was no reason to tell Elain that, though, and heap guilt on her when she was already worrying about so much. Lucien didn’t regret it, besides. He’d do it all again in a heartbeat if he could. 

“How is everything at the palace?” Elain asked him once he was back in his seat. “Any news…?”

Lucien chewed in an attempt to hide how guilty he felt. Amarantha’s horrible true face popped into his head, alongside the knowledge that Elain’s father likely had been so absent for so long because of some strange spell. Looking at her, Lucien knew Elain would race home to try and free her father if she knew

And Amarantha would kill her without a second thought. So Lucien lied to her face, promising himself that one day, when they were in a position to help, he would tell her everything.

“Nothing’s changed.”

Elain sighed. “I know I should be grateful, but…”

“Two months of frost, Elain,” Lucien said, well aware his words were self-serving. After all, her father had decided to marry the witch—and regardless of the spell, Elain had suffered. He couldn’t help her, but Lucien could. And he’d promised to find Elain and keep her safe. He considered himself merely fulfilling her father’s plea. “And then we’ll leave.”

Elain gave him the prettiest smile. “I’m just antsy.”

“Soon, princess,” Lucien promised. That was at least true. And when dinner and pie was finished, and it was the two of them sitting on the couch, entangled in the other, Lucien didn’t mind at all when Elain asked if they could just sleep.

So long as she wanted him around, that was enough.

It would always be enough.

[rossithepixie]

guys i've barely been awake for 2 hours but finishing up that art and doing 2 chores took everything out of me. I just wanna crawl back in bed.

[harryshomebaby]

jus took a nap. hapy saturday

[hinamie]

realizing how much i like drawing him a million years too late :<

[xxplastic-cubexx]

If you were to like redesign Magneto's classic outfit in a way that both suits the character and your own tastes, how would you redesign it?

uhhhh errrmmmmm i dont know i really couldnt improve upon perfection but i have still tried for you my friend !!!

[slavhew]

knights in pajama armor

[hotgirlstiles]

we need more stiles calling derek baby

[lovexmemonster]

octoling irumeanie for silly reasons 🐙

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

PLEASE MORE BUTTERFLY HOWDY CONTENT HES SO FUCKING SILLY

OKAY HERE'S A COMIC SHENANIGANS THING

[obsob]

been busy with comissions and portfolio stuff but here is a wip!!!! :3

[fatsmyname]

frank iero twink death

[amoratheskeleton]

FINALLY

I FINALLY DID MY ENTRY FOR @voidzphere DTIYS!!! YIPPEEEEEE

CONGRATS ON 1K!! YOU DESERVED IT SM

[danieyells]

i am politely begging for lucas lines 🤲

LUCA MY BELOVED LITTLE BRIT KNIGHT. Luca is a darling but the thing about him is that he's so focused on his goal that he really seems to have no mind for anything else. . .well it's not a problem, but it does make him feel a little distant I guess.

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"You're here 10 minutes early—I'm impressed. Let's check the details for today's mission."

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"A letter's arrived for you. It could be important—you'd better open it right away."

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"So this is all we have to go on for the next mission... Don't worry. No matter what anomaly awaits us, I'll keep you safe."

"I haven't trained nearly enough. I need to go on more missions... I have to do more, to find a way to subjugate them..."

bby you're already doing everything you can. . . .

"If you're ever in trouble, you can always come to me. I want to be there for my friends."

"Do I find it tough training every day? Those with strength have a duty to use it for others. I'm perfectly all right."

"I'm sorry. I haven't troubled you again with my thoughtlessness, have I?"

BABY YOU ARE THE MOST THOUGHTFUL MOST OF THE TIME DO NOT EVEN WORRY YOURSELF.

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"{PC}, good morning! An early training session will warm you up for the day. Would you care to join me?"

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I'm sorry, I'm about to head out. A dangerous anomaly is wreaking havoc on campus again, and it's a threat to the general students."

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I invited Kaito to train with me, but he turned me down. Apparently, he's got a lot on his plate, but I'm worried about his lack of strength..."

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"There's something I want to investigate a little further… You'll join me? Thank you. You really are very kind."

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Phew... I'm finished with today's revision. Still, it's not quite bedtime. Perhaps I could fit in a casual training session."

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I've heard in Japan it's believed you're more likely to encounter evil spirits at twilight. Let's go find out if it's true."

hey let's go wander out alone at night and see if we can find demons to fight! don't worry tho i'll protect you nbd.

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Kaito invited me to have ramen with him again today. He says it's Tokyo's signature dish."

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Jin has been calling you to his room a lot lately. Is everything okay? If you feel uncomfortable, I'll have a word with him."

let's say she was uncomfortable, what would that resolve? you think jin's gonna listen to you? but lmao it's kinda funny to me that like Ritsu and Luca see Jin putting you to work and go like "hm. that seems concerning." IT'S FINE THO WE'RE INTO IT EVERYTHING'S GOOD.

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"You think everywhere in Frostheim is cold? That's not true—the bedrooms are properly heated, like the cozy spot in front of the fireplace in winter."

everywhere outside of that though, freezing. including the bathrooms. especially the bathrooms.

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"If you're struggling to sleep, the Sandman will come and pay you a visit. That's what one old folktale in the UK says, at least. He must have been some sort of anomaly, too."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"I'm fond of the morning air. My brother, on the other hand, always said he found the nighttime more relaxing. Which do you prefer?"

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Today in Anomalous Combat I was scolded by Professor Dante for defeating a mock anomaly. I believe I made the right call, so I'm quite confused..."

PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS JESUS CHRIST THEY EXPLAIN THIS IN EVERY SINGLE CLASS THAT WE ARE SUPPOSED TO CAPTURE THE ANOMALIES NOT DESTROY THEM. Jesus christ is that what they teach in Emrys?

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"In many ways, Frostheim etiquette is quite different from etiquette in the UK. I wish I could escort you, but I still have a lot to learn myself."

okay consider frostheim etiquette is shitty anyway most of the time so don't even worry about it they're assholes.

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"We still have some time until class starts. Why don't we go and fetch the documents for our next mission from Tohma?"

buddy isn't the main building across campus from Frostheim. . .do we have that kind of time. . . .

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"You need to make sure you eat a proper breakfast. You lose muscle mass if you do things on an empty stomach. That's why I always have biscuits on me."

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"In classes I sometimes notice discrepancies between what is taught at Emrys and what is taught at Darkwick. I wonder which is correct?"

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"You worked hard today. No matter what ordeals await us tomorrow, I trust that you'll both be able to overcome them."

Luca believes in you! So believe in yourself too! You'll make it another day.

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I've heard about the bushido ritual of seppuku. It's a rather extreme way of punishing oneself… It must require a great deal of mental fortitude."

IT'S NOT REALLY. . .A REGULAR WAY OF PUNISHING YOURSELF. . .I MEAN YEAH KILLING YOURSELF WITH RITUAL DISEMBOWLMENT REQUIRES A LOT OF MENTAL FORTITUDE BUT IT'S NOT EXACTLY. . .please keep your insides inside. . . .

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"You should go home and rest, {PC}. I won't allow the Devil's hour to pass tonight without finding some sort of hint..."

i feel like he doesn't find many hints and should worry about sleeping instead. . .what's with ghouls and not sleeping and eating enough. . . .

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"Did you manage to get a good night's sleep? Rest is the best medicine. Don't push yourself to stay up too late, all right?"

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Did you see they've announced what our next test is going to cover, {PC}? I hope your studies are going well. I'm happy to help you with review if you need me to."

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm going to have a chat with Professor Hyde about demons before I leave today. You and Kaito should go on ahead."

he's so studious! but i bet hyde wishes he'd y'know live a little.

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Is a "pajama party" some sort of important event? Kaito was insisting that we invite you to one."

please teach this boy to relax a little. . .teach him a little fun social stuff. . . .

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Sometimes I feel out of sorts, like I'm not myself. I still have a lot of training to do."

i think that's called exhaustion and having emotions, buddy. . .you can't train yourself out of that. . . .

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"We have experienced many joys and sorrows together since becoming friends. I'm very glad we met. I look forward to walking the road ahead with you."

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"I saw a lot of flowers in bloom while I was jogging through the campus this morning. It really brightened up my run."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Spring in Japan is quite similar to spring in the UK. The weather gets reassuringly warmer, and the air is filled with the scent of flowers."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Kaito has been nodding off in class a lot recently. I wake him up right away, but I'm still worried he'll fall behind..."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I've never seen cherry blossoms lit up at night before. They looked very different than they do in the daylight. I feel it taught me something about differing viewpoints."

i feel like i learned something! not sure what tho.

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Summer days are long and productive, but in Frostheim the days are short all year round. It's easy to get caught in the dark if you're not careful."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Kaito's going to teach me about Japanese summer again today. This is the first time I've spent the summer with friends— it's been a lot of fun."

;;;; please be a good first friend to him

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"There's a summer festival being held in Hotarubi this evening. I've got a yukata for it… Could you help me put it on?"

(between 8pm and 5am)

"The sun stays up until late at night during summer in the UK, so Japan's dark, sweltering summer nights feel quite odd to me."

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Tohma has been going out on a lot of private errands lately. I wonder where he's been going? You don't think he's doing secret training, do you?"

no sweetie i don't think he's secretly training without you. he's doing important administrative business. don't worry about it.

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I like that autumn is considered the season for reading here. I'm reading two books at the moment—this one's in German, and this one's French. Can you read them?"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Tohma just gave us some chestnuts, so Kaito and I are going to try roasting them in the kitchen. Would you like to join us?"

once again the Frostheim Family interactions are strong lolol HERE KIDS HAVE SOME SNACKS. KEEP IT DOWN YOUR FATHER IS TRYING TO SLEEP.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Anomalies are more active in summer in Japan, whereas in the UK, they're more common in the autumn. I suppose Obon and Halloween are to blame there."

obon is in august that is barely summer tbh. i mean some places celebrate it in july i guess. but that's an interesting worldbuilding observation. local spirit and 'monster' related festivities influence the amount of anomalies that spawn in a region. so halloween in america and the uk result in a lot of anomalies. maybe there are lots of love related anomalies and like doves around valentine's day? then again Luca said they don't have them in the UK that he's aware of.

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"{PC}, your hands are red from the cold. Come on, let's run to the classroom. It'll warm you up."

while that is a realistic way of warming up who tf wants to go for a run in the cold. i mean it probably feels good the contrast in heat and cold but also HOW ABOUT WE GO TO THE STORE AND GET SOME MITTENS OR SOMETHING. but it is a very in character response for him lol. . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"When Kaito put a satsuma on his head and said, "I'm a New Year's decoration," Tohma fell silent and walked away. I'm confused— was it some sort of spell?"

satsuma are those little mandarins they put on top of kagami-mochi at New Years! if you've seen japanese winter/new years art you may have seen characters with them sat atop their heads while they relax in kotatsu. in the japanese version Kaito says "kagami-mochi" and Luca likely doesn't know what kagami-mochi is, so he thought it was magic.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The sun sets early this time of year. It's easy to feel down when the nights are long, but that's why it's especially important to stick to a routine like an exercise schedule."

Luca wards off his seasonal depression with exercise. good to know.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"On a clear, frosty night, you can see an aurora in the sky above Frostheim. It's very inspiring—like a beacon of hope in the darkness."

His birthday: (March 22nd)

"I suppose today is my birthday. Thank you. If you don't mind, will you join me in praying for my twin brother's safety?"

i gently rag on him for caring about nothing else but. it's clear how much his brother means to him and how worried he is about him, that even his birthday is dedicated to worrying over his wellbeing. idk who or what he prays to, or if it's just a general hoping thing or a 'since i'm in japan i'll make my pleas to japan's gods, in case those entities might have any power to help' type thing, like going to a shrine just because it's what everybody does, but. idk. i hope he can have a nice birthday outside of worrying about his brother. then again, it's hard to enjoy your birthday when you know it's your twin's birthday too and not knowing where they are, i guess.

Your birthday:

"Happy birthday, {PC}. There is a reason you were born into this world, and it's something that should be celebrated."

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year. I've heard it's customary to visit a shrine, so I'm planning to invite Kaito to go with me. Would you like to come along?"

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"Thank you! This is all very new to me. In the UK, it's men who express their gratitude to women on Valentine's Day."

i was gonna say something questioning because i'm american but when i think about it women in relationships with men don't really/aren't expected to give something to their boyfriends/husbands are they. it's much more of a day to give to/do something for your girlfriend. usually the idea of a gift for a man on valentine's day is ~dress sexy for him and have sex with him~ or whatever because other material stuff like stuffed animals and candy and flowers are seen as non-masculine gifts and things men wouldn't like. . .but that's kind of sad to think about. idk i guess i never really thought about it because valentine's day is a day that has no meaning to me. and 'valentine's day is a day men express their gratitude to women' is a very kind perspective on how it seems like people treat valentine's day haha. . . .

White Day: (March 14th)

"Thank you for the chocolate you gave me last month. This is a token of my appreciation. They're Thorntons chocolates— I just received them from back home."

do you think his family sent them and he decided to give you something lovingly sent to him by his family, or that he ordered them for the occasion specifically. . .i think it's sweet either way.

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"How odd... Kaito has been acting peculiar all morning. I wonder if he's coming down with something. Did you notice it, too?"

homie's really been living under a rock huh.

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Is that you under that mask, {PC}? I could just tell. I don't really understand what's so fun about this holiday."

on one hand, maybe if you got him to dress up and go trick-or-treating he'd enjoy it more? on the other hand i feel like he'd be on edge about it. More anomalies around in the UK around halloween, and he'd be so busy thinking about if there are demons around under his nose he wouldn't be able to have fun. . .poor guy probably grew out of halloween early huh.

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Happy Christmas! It's a shame I'm not able to celebrate Christmas Eve with my family this year, but I'm glad that I have all of you now."

you're his family now ;;;;;

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Penny for them? I'm happy to lend an ear if there's something troubling you."

'them' being 'your thoughts' in case you aren't familiar with the expression

(13 affinity and above)

"When deciding on your next move, I do think it's important to think carefully. That said, hesitation can cost lives. Balance is crucial."

boy it ain't that deep i am idle because i am checking emails or something would you relax--

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"I knew you'd be back. If you're prepared to work to overcome this ordeal once again, I will gladly lend you my strength."

THOSE ARE MOST ALL OF HIS VOICELINES he's very. . .focused. it makes him a little repetitive but considering what's happening to bring him here i don't blame him. . . .

Of course finding his brother is important but the poor guy doesn't even see the world around him really, which is kind of sad. . . . On one hand, it's good that he's able to focus on his goals and desires, on the other hand it feels like those things are all he cares about because he feels like he has to and other aspects of life fly by him even if he'd otherwise enjoy them. . . . But even as his affinity goes up it feels like he focuses on so many of the same things. He sees you very much as his family and the first real friends he's ever made, which does lend to a positive relationship, but even then it feels like he keeps you at arm's length and sees you as someone to protect more than a loved one. . .maybe if he can find his brother or find out what happened to him he'll lighten up a little someday. then again given he isn't familiar with things like pajama parties and april fool's day he was probably serious even with his brother around! I assume they're going to be opposite type brothers, where his brother is a very jovial and relaxed person, but Luca is serious and strict. but only time will tell!

[tetzoro]

HAPPY FRIDAY FRIENDZ !!! there’s something so lovely about this day, it always feels like a breath of fresh air. the office seems more upbeat and the underlying buzz of excitement for the weekend ahead is truly the best ! i hope you all have a wonderful day !🌟 ⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝ 🌟

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