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my-inner-crisis · 3 years ago

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Liability

Summary: A mating bond is supposed to be sacred, right? It seems to be working out just fine for everyone but him. At the first Solstice Lucien tries to spend with the Inner Circle, just to see his mate, everything goes wrong. The second Solstice is even more of a disaster than the first one. And there seems to be no end to his descent to rock bottom. As Lucien navigates his everchanging bonds with family, old and new friends, and enemies, his thoughts race towards self-destruction, only halted by a mischievous and dangerous glimmer of hope, a thread tying him to reality. And that thread is indestructible. Is that a blessing or a curse?

The story begins at the first Solstice and follows Lucien's point of view, so some of the dialogue is directly lifted from ACOFAS and ACOSF later, with other scenes peppered in there to expand Lucien's experience as he likes to do things off the pages apparently. A little later there will also be some Elain pov :)

Chapter 1: The First Solstice

When he embarked on the journey from the human lands to the Night Court, Lucien knew that no one would be too glad to welcome him. He knew better than to let himself get lulled into false hope. The only real connection he had to the Night Court was the High Lady… Feyre, who used to be his friend. And the one he shared a connection deeper than any, his mate, Elain Archeron, the female who would rather not have him close to her. As Lucien made jump after jump, winnowing through the courts of Prythian, he was certain this would not be a pleasant visit.

He knew exactly why he subjected himself to this painful experience. Some things overrode his common sense and discipline. His desire to just see Elain was one of those things, apparently. Solstice wasn’t only a Night Court celebration, it was also Feyre’s birthday, so he had the excuse to attend. As he made the last jump, winnowing into the outskirts of the city, Lucien squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. He could at least look at her, maybe start up some conversation, maybe, maybe he could warm up to her a bit. Before letting his traitorous mind wander down that road of possibilities, Lucien made his way to the townhouse where Feyre’s family and friends would undoubtedly be present already. He checked the presents he had picked out, to make sure they survived the winnowing without damage. He was stalling, if he was honest with himself, he knew that. But there wasn’t much to do on the High Lord’s doorstep before someone would notice him and embarrass him before this ordeal would even begin.

So, he knocked. He could already hear chatter coming from the other side of the door and he knew exactly who he’d find there. Feyre and… her. The door swung open and there she was, those beautiful doe eyes bright and excited, right until she realized who was standing before her. Then almost immediately the light left those rich brown eyes and Lucien couldn’t think to do anything but murmur a greeting.

“Happy Solstice,” he said with a tight smile, to get ahead of the awkward staring contest before it would begin.

From the very start, this was not going well and Lucien knew it. Feyre, flanked by Elain, led him into a sitting room where he aimed for an armchair. That was his safest option, it would not force Elain to sit by him on the couch and he would not have to face the humiliation and hurt as his mate would do her best to occupy a seat not even close to him in case he took a space appropriate for two. Feyre sat in the armchair next to his, and, of course, Elain quickly settled into the couch that was left free this way. Just like he had expected.

“You look well,” said Feyre and Lucien held onto the lifeline she had thrown his way. “You as well,” he commented as he extended his hands towards the fire to warm up a bit. His eyes, one of gold and one of russet, shifted towards Elain for only a moment as he added, “Both of you.”

In all his days, of which had been many, this was the mellowest and most boring compliment he had ever given a female. A babe and an old hag could both hear it, no one would bat an eyelash. Yet he thought carefully about saying it, in case it made Elain uncomfortable. He didn’t dare look at her for longer, not when she barely acknowledged him with a small nod and Feyre was watching his every move like a hawk. As if he’d harm his mate in any way. Lucien gritted his teeth and did his best to keep his eyes on Feyre who, Mother bless her soul, was at least attempting to make conversation.

“You brought presents,” she commented and Lucien couldn’t help but notice how empty and ridiculous this discussion was. What would be her next attempt, narrating what clothes he was wearing? Not that you’re adding much to this situation, he chided himself internally as he answered, “It’s Solstice tradition here, isn’t it?”

A flicker of emotion ran through Feyre’s eyes before she continued, “You’re welcome to stay for the night.”

It took a lot of self-control for him to not just point at the two females in his company and ask Am I? But he kept his snide remarks to himself and lowered his hands into his lap, leaning back in his chair to at least convey some sort of relaxed position. To at least try to act like he wasn’t about to crawl out of his skin with every passing second.

“Thank you, but I have other plans,” he said as casually as he could instead. He knew that was the only present Elain truly needed from him. To just disappear. As soon as he had entered the house, barely a few moments ago, he knew there would be no staying around, not for longer than what was polite, which would be an hour at most. Still, the ache settled deep into his chest as he watched from the corner of his eye that Elain was relieved that he announced his intentions to leave. That pain was always around, ever since that bond snapped into place. His entire body, mind, and soul were yearning for her in ways he hadn’t experienced before. With Jesminda, things had never been like this. How was this the mating bond he was given, and not the love he had shared with her? Sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if the Cauldron was particularly angry with him, or maybe he had offended the Mother somewhere along the way.

“Where are you going?” Feyre asked, adamant to keep his attention on her, not that it would matter. Every single muscle in his body was fighting a battle to keep away from Elain, to look anywhere else, to leave her be, in spite of his heart yearning for the briefest of contact with her. It was an unbearable battle, and Lucien was losing it on all fronts.

“I…” He began to formulate his response. It was ridiculous to think Elain would be jealous, but it still seemed wrong to explain his living situation in her presence. Things got complicated in the last few months, especially after Feyre, ever the trailblazer, had destroyed his home and court. “I’ve been at the Spring Court every now and then. But if I’m not here in Velaris, I’ve mostly been staying with Jurian. And Vassa.” He admitted, keeping his eyes on Feyre as he spoke. It was not an ideal situation by a longshot, but it was all he had, for now. And the humans - they were true friends, for now. They welcomed him and treated him well enough, he didn’t have to pretend, they didn’t expect power or influence from him.

“Really? Where?” Feyre asked indignantly, as though she didn’t approve of Lucien’s choices. You helped me get there, Lucien thought to himself but, once again, he kept his mouth shut. He’d lost an eye for his venomous tongue before. And now he was losing his mate because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. At least he was learning.

“There’s an old manor house in the southeast, in the humans’ territory. Jurian and Vassa were… gifted it.” He explained quietly, keeping his eyes on Feyre. It didn’t take a spymaster to read between the lines. Elain must have already figured out whose place Lucien was squatting in at the moment.

“Rhys mentioned that they were still in Prythian. I didn’t realize it was such a permanent base.”

“For now,” Lucien nodded, pressing his lips together. “While things are sorted out.” After that, when Vassa finally got her kingdom back, and took Jurian with her, he didn’t know where his life would continue. What part of the world would take him in? He had no desire to stay in Graysen’s decrepit manor forever.

Feyre seemed set on making conversation about his situation, and the lives of those connected to him. Lucien was certain that Elain didn’t care about any of it, but he couldn’t just ask her things, so he let Feyre lead the line of questioning. He would speak when spoken to.

“How are they - Jurian and Vassa?”

“Jurian… thank the Cauldron for him,” said Lucien, running his fingers through his hair just to do something with his hands. “He’s keeping everything running. I think he’d have been crowned king by now if it wasn’t for Vassa.” He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he continued. “She’s doing well enough. Savoring every second of her temporary freedom.”

“She and Jurian are getting along?” Lucien could tell Feyre felt some responsibility towards the human queen who pleaded for her help. He knew not much was being done to aid her - not much could be done. He welcomed the concern etched in Feyre’s eyes at least. If anyone could help her, it would probably be Feyre, or her gang of invincible and scary friends. He considered the High Lady’s question carefully, pursing his lips in thought.

“Vassa and Jurian are two sides of the same coin. Mercifully, their vision for the future of the human territories is mostly aligned. But the methods on how to attain that…” He murmured thoughtfully. His friends were bickering, constantly, but he knew better than to mistake it for true vitriol. Their goals were the same and he knew they would work together. Lucien was no fool, he was also certain that his two human companions shared a strong attraction for one another, the bickering… it was part of it. There was a time not far in the future when he would be yet another third wheel next to yet another couple. He frowned as he carefully chanced a glace towards Elain, his mate, who seemed utterly and completely uninterested in any of this. He couldn’t hide his wince as he forced his gaze back to Feyre instead.

“This isn’t very Solstice-like talk,” he said, wrecking his brain to ask a question that would involve Elain more. There was no point in trying to rope her into conversation, he knew that, and so did Feyre. And, like clockwork, his mate shot to her feet. “I should get refreshments,” she announced, most definitely trying to remove herself from his presence.

“No need to trouble yourself. I’m─”, he didn’t get to finish that sentence. Elain was already slipping out the door, leaving only her lingering scent of jasmine and honey. Lucien inhaled sharply, unsure if he was doing it to keep his cool or to savor her scent for a moment, as it was the only thing he could do without scaring her. Once her footsteps were no longer audible, he slumped back into the armchair. Feyre wasn’t much of a concern, she had seen him in much worse shape already. He would not slump in front of his mate, but her sister… Lucien doubted she cared much about his appearance. “How is she?” He asked silently.

“Better,” Feyre answered in an attempt to soothe him. “She makes no mention of her abilities. If they remain.”

They remained. Lucien was sure of it. Maybe she had no more visions for now, but he suspected that Elain would rather never have another vision in her immortal life, not only due to their terrifying nature, but because she wished to be human. To stay with that scum of a human being who had abandoned her so quickly. “Good. But is she still…” He had to contain his anger, he did not want Feyre to see him in such a state ─ not when it could be misinterpreted as possessiveness and cruelty. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he pressed his teeth together, gathering himself before asking once more. “Does she still mourn him?”

“She was deeply in love with him, Lucien,” Feyre answered after some thought, not sparing any of the details. Not that he couldn’t guess that much. He had lost the person he loved as well, under very different circumstances. Even so, Lucien assumed he shared some kinship with his mate over those sentiments. He was trying his best to stay calm, his fingers dug into the plush of the armchair as he leaned back. How could that… that man hurt his mate so? How could he do that to her and walk away as though nothing was wrong in the world?

“It has only been a few months. Graysen made it clear that the engagement is ended, but it might take her a while longer to move past it,” Feyre was ramlbing, explaining Elain’s feelings, trying to soothe his anger. His eyes flashed as he looked at her, his teeth gritted. He thought about explaining himself, about telling her why he was angry, but he wasn’t so sure that he could. “He’s as fine a prick as any I’ve ever encountered,” he muttered instead, schooling his features into something that hopefully conveyed a level of calmness.

Feyre watched him, surprise etching into her face. “I would agree with you on that. But remember that they were engaged. Give her time to accept it,” she offered the useless advice, as if Lucien was doing anything but giving her time. Time she didn’t need or want. Bitterness quickly flooded his thoughts and, before he knew it, his traitorous mouth was once again blabbing. “To accept a life shackled to me?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Feyre answered defensively, and Lucien sort of knew that too. Or at least suspected the more charitable option coming from the High Lady. But Elain… she most definitely thought she had been shackled to him.

“She wants nothing to do with me,” he murmured, hoping that his voice didn’t convey as much of that pathetic desperation he felt.

“Would you, if your positions were reversed?” Feyre didn’t pull her punches. She was right too. Of course Elain wanted nothing to do with him. Of course he somehow started off their entire mated existence at the worst possible time, on the wrong side, easily blamed for everything ─ losing her love, her human existence, everything she ever wanted. He wasn’t surprised that she hated him. He hated himself for many things as well. Chuck it to the end of the list, he thought bitterly as Feyre spoke up once again.

“After Solstice wraps up, why don’t you come stay for a week or two? Not in your apartment, I mean. Here, at the town house.”

“And do what?” Lucien asked and he could hear the indignant tone in his own voice. Annoyed, strained, on edge. Perfect…

“Spend time with her.”

What a laughable idea, spend time with her. Certainly Feyre was joking to even suggest that? But her expression seemed sincere, even though she most likely knew this would not go so well. “I don’t think she’ll tolerate two minutes alone with me, so forget about two weeks,” he growled helplessly, staring at the fire to cover up at least some of the emotion he couldn’t hide.

“I’d hoped that when you rented the apartment, it meant you would come work here. With us. Be our human emissary,” Feyre said, pulling his thoughts away from the desperation he was chewing over internally.

“Am I not doing that now?” He arched a brow. “Am I not sending twice-weekly reports to your spymaster?”

“You could live here, is all I’m saying. Truly live here, stay in Velaris for longer than a few days at a time. We could get you nicer quarters─”

He shot to his feet. He couldn’t stand it. He could withstand a lot of things, but pity, that he could not. “I don’t need your charity.”

Feyre didn’t back down because why would she ever? She got up as well, staring him down with the gaze of a powerful female comfortable on her throne, in her position. “Bur Jurian and Vassa’s is fine?” She shot back, once again pulling no punches.

“You’d be surprised to see how the three of us get along,” he answered with a frown. Jurian and Vassa’s friendship was invaluable to him. It was the only shot at normalcy he had left.

“So you’d rather stay with them?” Feyre asked irritably, which only fueled the fire in his chest.

“I’m not staying with them. The manor is ours,” he growled, and there that feeling was, once again. He needed to winnow on top of some mountain and maybe scream for an hour.

“Interesting.”

“What is,” he asked, but it wasn’t even a question, it was a challenge. Come on then, sharpen that tongue of yours, cut me where it hurts, he thought. He knew Feyre well enough to know that whatever was about to leave her lips would be bordering on cruel.

“That you now feel more comfortable with humans than with the High Fae. If you ask me─”

“I’m not.” There was no stopping her now, not when she became heated. A High Lady, based on power and influence certainly, but diplomacy? That was not her strongsuit.

“It seems like you’ve decided to fall in with two people without homes of their own as well.”

And there it was. That knife that cut deeper than flesh, deeper than bone. Lucien just stared at her, reigning in his thoughts, his vicious snarls, his need to tell her to go fuck herself. He schooled his temper, stoked the fire in his chest until it was barely a simmer before he opened his mouth. “Happy Solstice to you, Feyre.”

With that he turned, ready to leave this whole situation behind for another while, but Feyre’s hand was gripping his arm, so he stopped. Maybe she would apologize for… something. “I didn’t mean that. You have a home here. If you want it,” she said, offering him a tentative chance for friendship. His gaze passed her as he looked into the sitting room and the foyer beyond, the place that was beautiful, tasteful, but not welcoming whatsoever, despite the High Lady’s offer. “The Band of Exiles,” he murmured silently.

“The what?”

“That’s what we call ourselves. The Band of Exiles.” It was a stupid little name they gave their group of misfits, a queen without a throne, a human whose entire life, everyone he knew was six feet under, and himself, a male hounded by fate, outside of the realm of the Fae, away from the family that didn’t want him, the friends he lost, and his mate, the one meant for him, who also, obviously, didn’t want him.

“You have a name for yourselves.” He could hear the judgement in her tone. He only nodded.

“Jurian isn’t an exile.”

“Jurian’s kingdom is nothing but dust and half-forgotten memory, his people long scattered and absorbed into territories. He can call himself whatever he likes,” he muttered defensively. He didn’t know why, that manor in the human lands was certainly not a dream living situation, but he felt the need to protect the place he called home now.

“And what, exactly, does this Band of Exiles plan to do? Host events? Organize party-planning committees?”

Lucien narrowed his eyes, one of russet, and one of gold, clicking and whirring as he stared at Feyre. “You can be as much of an asshole as that mate of yours, you know that?”

“I’m sorry,” came the apology. “I just─”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” you idiot, he wanted to add. He didn’t. Before she could offer Velaris up once again or say something self-righteous and self-serving, he continued. “You ruined any chance I have of going back to Spring. Not to Tamlin, but to the court beyond his house. Everyone either still believes the lies you spun or they believe me complicit in your deceit. And as for here…” He finally shook off the grip she still had on his arm. This conversation was over. He needed to get out of here. “I can’t stand to be in the same room as her for more than two minuted. I can’t stand to be in this court and have your mate pay for the very clothes on my back.”

Feyre’s eyes drifted to the jacket he was wearing. Finally, it seemed to click in her mind.

“Tamlin sent it to our manor yesterday,” Lucien hissed, his temper getting the better of him once again. He had lost a home once, this was the second time, and it hurt the same way now too. “My clothes. My belongings. All of it. He had it sent from the Spring Court and dumped on the doorstep.” It had been humiliating and final, to pick up his belongings, weapons, clothing, blankets, pelts, his life in the second court he called his home. Jurian didn’t comment on it, but simply helped him haul all the stuff he had accumulated over the years, into the room he now had. The message was clear ─ he abandoned Tamlin for Feyre and Rhysand’s court, and that meant their friendship was over, he was no longer welcome. He couldn’t just stay in a cottage in a village in Spring if the High Lord removed all of his belongings from there, as if he had never even been there. Vassa had tried to console him the night before, mercifully trying to help him unpack everything and fit it nicely in his room. He didn’t even have time to find a place for most of his things.

“Why?”

You really dug deep to ask that question, Feyre, he thought to himself, hoping that the High Lady, or his mate for that matter, wasn’t lurking in his head at this very moment. “Perhaps it had something to do with your mate’s visit the other day,” he suggested with a hiss.

“Rhys didn’t involve you in that.” Defend him with all of your might, Feyre, Rhysand has never done one wrong thing in his long life, he thought bitterly. To think him and Feyre had been good friends before all of this went down.

“He might as well have. Whatever he said or did, Tamlin decided to remain in solitude,” he explained as calmly as he could. His russet eye darkened as he added, “Your mate should have known better than to kick a downed male.”

“I can’t say I’m particularly sorry that he did.” Fair. She needn’t be sorry for Tamlin, not after the way he had treated her. But making him an enemy was shortsighted.

“You will need Tamlin as an ally before the dust has settled. Tread carefully,” he warned, although he knew his advice fell on deaf ears. That was also unsurprisingly common in his life.

“My business with him is done.”

“Yours might be, but Rhys’s isn’t. And you’d do well to remind your mate of that fact,” he muttered helplessly. This conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Especially not when Feyre’s eyes turned from him towards nothing, clearly listening to her mate’s voice in her head. Now that there were two daemati in his presence, Lucien became more aware of their communication. He stood there impatiently for a couple moments, blinking at Feyre. “Checking in?” he asked quietly. He was ready to leave this hellhole for a long, long time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied to his face, putting on a mask of boredom that would’ve made Lucien laugh had it not been such a tense situation. Maybe that fooled someone else, but he knew her as a silly little human stealing butter knives to defend herself. And this attempt to conceal the conversation she was having behind his back ─ or behind his mind ─ was laughable.

“The bigger box is for you. The smaller one is for her.” Her eyes drifted towards the neatly wrapped presents in the sitting room and Lucien took no chances, he didn’t wait until she would look back. He winnowed out of there as fast as he could.

When he arrived back, the sun was still shining over the human lands, so Vassa was nowhere to be found. As a firebird, she usually flew and flew across the lands, which left him Jurian for company. Jurian was always working on something. The humans didn’t particularly like Lucien so he tried to stay out of their business and limit his interactions to Jurian directly. Wherever they went, he stuck out like a sore thumb ─ his ears were a dead giveaway, of course. But so was his long red hair, sometimes tied back, sometimes braided in a fashion the humans did not partake in. Then there was his mechanical eye and the mauled face, the ugly scar from his left brow all the way down to his jaw. He was not only fae, he was a particularly weird-looking one too, especially to the human eye. He had offered his help and services, so the humans, led by the terrible Lord Nolan and his equally terrible son, Graysen, found it in themselves to let Lucien stick around, at least as protection. His credibility was earned only due to Vassa and Jurian’s endorsement. And possibly due to the self-control. Even though news had traveled fast and the humans were well aware of Graysen’s betrothed turning into a High Fae and becoming mated to Lucien, he kept his cool, he didn’t threaten or scare the man… not too much anyway. He was scared enough on his own, Lucien didn’t need to add more to it.

As he stepped into the manor, his eyes drifted over to some of his belongings still wrapped up messily in the corridor. He didn’t bother looking at them for too long as he stepped into the kitchen. There were no servants around. A human girl came over every now and then to express her gratitude towards the two humans helping her village along. She cleaned, sometimes she cooked, she steered clear of the High Fae lurking in the house. He may have lost an eye, but Lucien only needed one to see her movements turning apprehensive when he stepped into the same room.

He enjoyed the quiet for now. The human lands were particularly unforgiving during winter, there was not much to eat or grow, not without magic. So naturally, Lucien busied himself with hunting and fishing whenever he had time to make himself useful. Vassa had made a habit of giving large quantities to the humans in need. At least that gesture felt useful. It also solidified Vassa as a good queen, as someone the humans wanted to look up to and accept. Even though her days off the continent were numbered, she couldn’t help but think about the future and what prospects she had, and Lucien hoped she would one day see the fruits of her labor here, in these small human settlements.

He welcomed the silence of the kitchen and plopped down on a chair, rubbing his temples to somehow trick his mind to settle. Everything about his visit went terribly. From the moment he stepped in, to the moment he winnowed back home, none of it went well. Elain… he barely knew her, but all of his instincts were screaming at him to at least try. He had nothing to offer, his mere existence had only taken from her. Maybe Graysen would have considered her as a potential wife if she hadn’t been shackled to a male she didn’t want. And the optics of the situation with Tamlin… not good. Lucien knew that and he cursed himself every day for his blabbing. If only he had kept his mouth shut… If only he had made that announcement later, or never. Maybe then he would have had a chance. This was a disaster, like the rest of his pitiful existence. In such quiet moments, when he had no one to speak to, his mind let itself rush into darkness, to whine and whimper and make a scene. Not out loud, never out loud. He didn’t need anyone’s charity or pity, he couldn’t stand to see it. Sometimes he even grew tired of his own whining, as if that was a becoming way to act in any situation. So, he took a deep breath, got to his feet and took an apple from the pantry just as Jurian strode in.

“You look well and truly miserable,” he observed, his eyes sliding over him. A quick once-over was enough to gather all the information he needed. “Your mate hates you, the Inner Circle are annoying and Feyre also didn’t help?”

Lucien quirked an eyebrow. “Is it that obvious?”

“You’re sulking in the kitchen.”

“I’m not sulking,” he growled defensively which earned him a chuckle from Jurian. “Fine. I am sulking. I didn’t even meet anyone. Just Elain and Feyre.”

“And that was enough to make you run back to us, mere humans, with your foxy tail between your legs?” Jurian questioned, arching his brow in amusement.

“I’m glad you find this situation so utterly hilarious, but I assure you, it is not,” he shot back, but a smile tugged at his lips nonetheless. His friend kept teasing him, making light of the situation and maybe that was what he needed. Jurian had his fair share of heartache ─ he lost his lover to another, and that was enough to forge an understanding between the two of them.

“I know you have trouble accepting them, and trust me, I get that,” Jurian hummed, taking a seat at the table and extending his legs lazily. “But I knew Rhysand before you were even born. He is a good High Lord, I’m certain he is a good ally to us as well. Try not to let his pompous asshole act deter you from his true intentions. And his mate… two sides of the same coin, right? I’m sure she can be just like him. Your own mate?”

“What about her?”

“Don’t ask me about women, Lucien. I have a horrible track record,” he murmured darkly before a laugh escaped his lips.

“You seem to be doing well for yourself now, considering that you were an eye for 500 years,” Luicen pointed out with an amused smile.

“Maybe that’s why fate has pushed us together. You are missing an eye, I was an eye for a good few hundred years… the perfect match.”

“So, you’re ditching Vassa for the next closest redhead around?” Lucien arched a brow, leaning back in his chair. He welcomed the jokes and the ridiculous banter. Much better than his pained thoughts.

“I don’t think Vassa has any interest in me. Not yet anyway.”

“That’s the spirit,” Lucien hummed playfully, happy to keep his thoughts focused on someone else for now.

However, that changed as soon as the sun set and Vassa stepped through the door, a relieved sigh leaving her lips. “You two look… drunk,” she commented once she found Jurian and Lucien in the sitting room. Jurian’s eyes were glazed over but Lucien couldn’t brag about sobriety either as he waved to the queen, raising his half-empty whiskey glass to salute her.

“Come join the pity party,” came the invitation and Vassa didn’t need much more information to understand the situation. She sat down and snatched the bottle from Jurian, downing a few swigs quickly.

“That’s not very queenly of you,” Jurian tutted.

“I need to catch up, a fox and an eye rolling around can drink during the day. A firebird seemingly cannot.”

Lucien only smiled at his friends, happy to just listen to them bicker. They did a stellar job of keeping his mind preoccupied with anything but his mate, and for now, that was what Lucien needed the most.

She was having a bad dream, he knew it. It had happened before. It usually woke him up, but he couldn’t actually see or understand what it was. It happened sometimes, in the middle of the night, so Lucien guessed it was a nightmare. She must have been unconscious to reach towards that bond, she wouldn’t do it while she was awake. The distress skittering across that thread of light between their souls pulled him from his own dreams and all Lucien wished for was to clamp down on his end of the bond whenever he was having nightmares. No one needed to be subjected to the demons torturing him in the middle of the night.

This was the first time since that damned winter day on Solstice. Elain hadn’t said a word to him, other than what was absolutely necessary. He hadn’t pushed. Since then he could only sense her through that bond if he focused, but he never dared to tug on the thread, to connect more. It seemed ridiculous. The mating bond snapped into place immediately, as soon as they locked eyes. It was such a strong pull… she had felt it too, Lucien was certain of it. Back then the feelings had rushed to the surface even before she had been dunked into the cauldron. All he had wanted to do was to help her. Now… now he knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut.

She wasn’t awake yet, Lucien could tell. Her desperation, the distress, it was seeping into his own soul, into his own thoughts. She was struggling, she needed to wake up, or to be led away from her nightmare towards something calmer. Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose as he considered his options, but he couldn’t stay idly by while she was struggling. That was not an option. So he settled back into his bed and closed his eyes, focusing on the bright thread between them. He didn’t really know what he was doing but he kept his attention on the thread, concentrating his feelings on something calm. He thought about the beautiful villages of the Spring Court, surrounded by lush greenery and blooming flowers, the serenity of the meadow in the Autumn Court where he spent so much of his youth learning how to shoot targets with the bow and arrow, listening to the swift brook behind him, the freeing and tranquil emotions he associated with these memories. He was no daemati, he couldn’t wake his mate up by speaking in her mind, but maybe… possibly… if he focused on that thread between their souls, perhaps the peaceful and calm emotions would soothe her.

Not much time passed, maybe five minutes, maybe ten, but not long after Lucien had started this soothing exercise, Elain’s side of the bond calmed, no signs of fright were coming towards him anymore. He couldn’t be certain, there would not be confirmation anytime soon, but he could hope that it was his doing, that her dreams had turned gentler due to his own actions. He could only hope, even if she would never know.

Lucien sighed softly and settled into his own bed once again, the face of his mate, unsurprisingly, slipping into view. It was ridiculous, really. He barely knew her, he couldn’t say she was too kind to him, and despite all of that, that bond seemed sacred, strong, so strong that it had snapped into place the moment they first locked eyes. It was a cruel twist of fate that it didn’t seem like a good match, not for Elain anyway. He knew it was a game of patience, and maybe patience would prevail. Maybe in a year, or maybe in hundreds. But seeing that face just for a moment, even in the most uncomfortable situation… it was worth it. And for now, as Lucien tried to picture her laughing and enjoying herself, being happy, looking serene and beautiful by a cottage with a large garden for her own pleasure… for now it was enough.

“Calanmai is approaching.”

A dismissive growl.

“I do not wish to do it in your stead now, Tam, I don’t think I even can. I’m… you know why I can’t,” Lucien spoke to the beast, his friend who hadn’t turned back to his High Fae form in months. Ever since he had sent his belongings to the manor, Lucien had been careful to approach him. There were times when the beast chased him, never to really catch him, but to make him go away, to leave him wallow in a pit of depression, in solitude.

“You know you need to do it to keep the magic going, it’s the High Lord’s duty.”

Another growl.

“I’m starting to get tired of this impudence, honestly, pull yourself together to at least talk to me. Or you want Rhysand to visit you instead?” Lucien snapped. That was not the right thing to say, he knew that, but to his surprise, Tamlin’s claws moved backward and soon enough the male was standing in front of him, naked, dirty and bloody.

“Tell your new master that the High Lord of the Spring Court knows how its magic works and doesn’t need a messenger to remind him,” he spoke, his voice hoarse, as though he hadn’t used it in a while.

“It’s good to see you back, even though I don’t appreciate all the uncovered skin. I’m starting to miss the fur,” Lucien joked to keep himself from blowing out a breath of relief. He didn’t need the rest of his face slashed by some powerful asshole with vengeance on his mind. But, instead of preparing punches, Tamlin reached for a pair of pants and soon enough he was at least half-decent.

“I’ll do what needs to be done. I know you won’t be getting it up for anyone but that pretty little mate of yours, the one who hates you.”

“I most definitely miss the beast already,” Lucien shot back, but he swallowed his pride, and his anger, to maybe lead the disgraced High Lord of Spring toward a path that was beneficial for everyone.

“You keep spending time with those humans and lurking around my home and you’ll lose her to an overgrown bat too, Lucien. I didn’t lose a mate…” He pointed towards the state of the manor, swallowed by thorns and devastation. The message was clear. Look what losing the one I loved did to me. Surely, the entire thing with Tamlin and Feyre had been way too complicated, and they had actually been given time to fall in love. Lucien… he barely knew Elain. But the thought of losing that shimmering, glinting thread, that bond that tied their soul together… Lucien knew that it would bring him to his knees any day.

Tamlin looked around, as if he was remembering something, but he only stalked towards the large, once ornate dining table was covered with animal bones, pushing them off it with a swift pulse of his power, before grabbing a bottle of wine from a cupboard, miraculously both still intact. He took a swig, then handed the bottle to Lucien, not bothering to find glasses.

“In Hybern… how’d you do it?” The question came out of nowhere. Lucien took a swig of the wine.

“Do what?”

“When that mate of yours… when she was made.”

“How’d I do what?” Lucien snarled, anger bubbling up in his chest. That fire, always alight, always bright in his heart, was ready to turn into something deadly.

“Calm down, loverboy,” Tamlin shot back, downing a considerable amount of the wine. “When Hybern had us bound with his magic, when Elain was dunked in the Cauldron… how’d you do it?”

Lucien’s temper was starting to get the better of him. How was he supposed to explain to Rhysand that after months of no results, months of the beast just growling and chasing him away, when he finally turned back, he burned his friend to the ground, until nothing was left of him? That’d be too much work. “What are you even talking about?!”

“You know, when your pretty little mate was on the ground there, in that see-through wet nightgown…” A snarl escaped Lucien’s lips but Tamlin dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “You did something. You were just as bound as I was, Lucien. As far as I am aware, Beron, or your mother, did not bless you with strength like mine. And it was not strength that did what you did.”

“What are you on about, you insufferable bastard?” Lucien growled, his temper, once again, getting the better of him.

“You broke those bindings, idiot. How? How’d you manage to do it? Was it just your mated instinct propelling you forward?” Tamlin’s eyebrow shot up, his green eyes glinting in the dim room. “But it was magic… not just your inner love for your mate, was it? It flashed, white, and you somehow cut through those magical bindings, without much effort at all. So tell me, Lucien Vanserra, how did you do it?”

His last name, the one Tamlin knew he hated, thrown around with such… purpose. Lucien didn’t think he understood. “I don’t know what you’re talking about… I just… I did it.”

“You didn’t even realize it, did you?”

And it was the truth, he certainly had not realized it, not when he broke free, and not after. Tamlin hummed thoughtfully before finishing off the bottle with a few large gulps, and then suddenly the beast was back, stalking away from Lucien.

#elucien #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #pro elucien #elucien fic #elucien fanfiction #i'm sorry lol #i hope this isn't a mess #there's a bit of jassian in there #i love lulu he'll be happy in the end #also tamlin makes an appearance?#that's suspicious that's weird #there's barely any elucien going on YET #it's coming i swear #there’s a bit of jassa in there

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prodbyblush · 3 years ago

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hii! can i request a one shot with niragi where he falls for the f!reader after she arrives first at the beach but he doesn't want to let his guard down. the leader notices how rude he is to everyone and notices how he always stares at her or runs away when she appears. one night after the party ends he is looking around to check if anyone is left outside or tries to run away so she accidentaly finds him and tries to talk to him and kinda be kind to him because she's curious if he's capable of not being an a**hole. she jokingly says compliments to him (she isn't rly joking lol) but he takes it seriously and then ends up confessing and they make out. he promises he wouldn't hurt her and he'll protect her.

sorry if its too much. i'll understand if you can't write it! have a good day/night ♡

uncover - niragi suguru

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AN: I love how detailed this is. No need to be sorry!

Word Count: 1.1k

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→ female!reader

The first time he saw her, Niragi felt something weird blossoming inside his chest and makes his stomach rumble whenever she's around in the same place as him. But he was not ready to break out of his facade that he put on himself, in no way would he let one girl make him break out of it.

He hates it every time he's in one place as her. He can't stand it. How could a single person look so pretty even when they are just standing in the corner or just sitting in one of the high tools of the bar at one corner? He doesn't get it, but at the same time, he couldn't help himself. His eyes automatically glues to her, staring at her and then looking away when she would turn her head to look at him. He cursed to himself when he almost got caught staring at her, there is no way would he let one girl make him break out of it.

Niragi finds utmost pleasure when he's beating someone up with the bottom handle of his rifle. The sight of them pleading to stop, getting sleepy and blood oozing out of her lips or nose just brings a sinister smile to his lips. He finds joy in it, but why does it feel weird and wrong when she's around? He's supposed to be happy yet why does he feel like a criminal caught in the act? The first time she saw him beating someone up to pulp, he felt embarrassed. But nevertheless, he continued what he was doing. She's nothing to him anyway, or so he thought.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

The first she saw him, she was immediately in love. How could seeing someone new in your whole life make you feel soft on the inside? From the corner, she would always watch him - a stupid grin on his lips while slinging his rifle over his shoulder. She wondered, what kind of person is he like without his rifle?

Often times, she finds herself wondering if she ever did or said something wrong to him that makes him retreat or not get too close to her. But everytime she racks her brain for reason, there wasn't any. So why? Why was he avoiding her like she's a walking plague?

Of all the many questions she wants to ask him, she wanted to ask: Why do you like hurting the weak? There were many times she wanted to stop him from hurting them, but she would only be held back by her friends. "Don't get in their way, you'll be their next target", "I wouldn't want you to get beaten up by them", "You know better not to meddle in their business" is what they all would say. She remembers the look in his eyes when they made eye contact for the first time. And in those eyes, she knew what they meant.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

All Niragi wanted to do is lay down on his bed and get some good night's sleep, not walk around the pool area to check if there are residents trying to betray the community. A sigh escaped his lips, head turning both left and right to see if a single body was in sight, and there is one.

Her. He caught her out this late.

"Trying to escape, aren't ya?" He asks, walking closer to her. His heartbeat thumping loudly inside his chest.

"If you're still looking for residents, you are one too." He heard her say. Trying hard to pay attention, he tried not to stare at her breasts, not wanting to be seen as a pervert by her.

"Niragi, that's your name right?" She asks

Niragi scoffs, looking away to hide the pink tint across his cheeks. 'So she remembers my name' he thought to himself. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. I just wanted to tell you that your lips are so plump and moisturized!" She said, eyesmiling at him.

The pink tint across his cheeks turned red. He looked down on the floor and swallowed a hard lump down his throat. 'So she was looking at my lips' he told himself. His broad shoulders slumped down, and for the first time, he tossed his rifle to the side.

"Y/N, that's your name right?"

It was her turn to look at with her eyes slightly wide. "Yes...why?"

"I like you" he said, more like a whisper. Slowly, he walked closer to her. He didn't cared if she was walking backwards, because behind her was the red bricked wall. With nowhere for her to run, he stretched his arms out and rested them on each side, entrapping her.

"You said my lips are plump and moisturized right? I wonder if yours are too." And before he could let her say anything, he leaned in and placed his lips on her.

She was shocked but instantly responded to his kiss. She was surprised at how plump his lips are while Niragi loved the taste of her lips on his. His tongue went deep into her mouth, exploring and tasting her like her mouth. The soft sound of her moan escaping her lips made Niragi feels tingly on the inside.

Slightly bending down, his calloused hand slid behind her thigh and hooked it up around his waist. Holding it securely while his other hand held her by her waist, closing the distance between their bodies. He couldn't say it, but he loved the feeling of their noses touching and her arms wrapping around his neck.

And Niragi was slowly losing himself in the moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of the kiss and their emotions.

"You have to feel this much in order to let the other now you love them" He heard her say when she leaned away from the kiss. He shook his head, "Don't talk" was all he said before diving for her lips once more.

Niragi kissed her harder, gripped on the side of her thigh and lightly grazed his fingertips on her skin. His tongue explored her mouth once more, tasting her sweetness to which she responded back by sweeping her tongue and dancing with his.

The couple held each other tightly and kissed even more passionately. Niragi couldn't keep his hands to himself and ran them from feeling her rear to her breasts. As all good things must come to an end, they slowly parted away, lips both red and glistening from each other's saliva.

Niragi didn't wanted for her to go away, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "I'll take care of you. Please trust me." He whispered in her ear before burying his face on the crook of her neck. Her flowery scent overpowering him, her body so soft and warm against his.

Together, they walked back to the hotel, with fingers intertwined.

#aib niragi #aib imagine #aib x you #imawa no kuni no alice #niragi suguru #suguru niragi #aib x reader #imawa no kuni no arisu #niragi x reader #niragi alice in borderland #niragi imagine #niragi scenarios #niragi smut #niragi suguru x reader #alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #niragi scenario #niragi fic

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skania · 2 years ago

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Final Ramble: I've been craving some Shirlulu slow burn fics that are multichapter (with a happy ending) or without the slowburn (like they literally dated and she admitted she loved Lulu in canon so that's fine too) but still multichaptered, happy ending. Got any recs? I just want something that focuses on their romance that isn't a freaking oneshot! I'll take both angst and lighthearted, preferably angst. No sad ending tho or ill kms😭 I feel too hopeless when I look at your posts about them.

Anon, I feel you so much! 😭 I don't think I've ever found one in all of my years in the LuluShir fandom, all I have are oneshots too. We got the short end of the stick in canon (tragic, downplayed romance) and in fanon since the other ships got all the traction.

My 2012-self started what would've been a huge multichaptered R2 fix-it AU involving:

Shirley miraculously surviving (Lelouch was so distraught that he didn't notice her heart hadn't stopped, Suzaku finds her after he leaves and rushes her to the hospital desperately hoping she won't be Euphie all over again).

Suzaku figuring out that Shirley must have regained her memories and not knowing whether Lelouch was the one who shot her or not, so he sets up Anti-Geass guards at Shirley's room door. Lelouch knowing Rollo did it and he could come back to finish the job if he were to find out Shirley survived, so Suzaku's actions work to his advantage and he Geasses the guards into reporting to him.

Milly calling Lelouch who can barely bring himself to listen to her voicemail, expecting her to tell him about Shirley's funeral, only to find out Shirley actually survived.

Emotional LuluShir reunion where Lelouch sneaks in into her room at night, thinking she'd be asleep, just needing to actually see her alive, but of course Shirley wakes up. Lelouch feels guilty for being there at all, knowing that he is the reason Shirley's always in danger, and Shirley tries to make him understand that he needs to let her choose for herself this time. Lelouch refuses to take the risk of losing her again though, so he doesn't take her with him. He soothes her by telling her the best help she can give him is staying safe. So, Shirley makes him promise that he'll stay safe, too.

Suzaku deciding to take Shirley with him and Nunnally to keep her safe from Geass users. However, he is warned that the Emperor would see Shirley as a nuisance if he were to know that she has her memories back, so Shirley and Nunnally have to pretend not to know each other.

Eventually the Emperor finds out and before they can get rid of Shirley, Suzaku decides to ship her off to the Black Knights, by then trusting that Lelouch would do what it takes to keep her safe.

I had it all planned-out all the way to the end, and the focus would stay on Shirley/Lelouch/Suzaku and to a lesser extent, Nunnally and CC all the way through. The ending would involve a time-skip where Zero went MIA after defeating the emperor and Shirley became the swimming teacher at their school, and they would reunite at the last scene.

But I got 14k words in and dropped it, I can't remember why 😭 I definitely wish I had written it though! I'm not sure the writing would've been of very good quality but at least it would've been there 😔

#anons #shirlulu #lulushir #I'm glad I still have that doc because I think about it at least once every 2 years #and I always wonder if the fic was just a fever dream but no there it is hahah #fandom: code geass #otp: masquerade

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beybladebladerboy999 · 4 years ago

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Dia means sun btw.

Lord Diavolo angst.

Maybe OOC LuLu, I just love soft, messy LuLu.

He regrets ever picking you for the exchange program. Because of you his life is ruined. He never planned to share Lucifer with anybody romantically.

Then one day he asked to talk. He confessed he was in love.

With you.

Diavolo cried himself to sleep that night. As he remembered his friends smiling face. Of course he congratulated him and gave him advice while Barbatos prepared a special blend of tea.

He always thought he'd have Lucifer body and soul forever.

He should have never let you come here. You have the brothers in shambles, bowing to your every command.

You have all of them wrapped around your little finger and you don't even realize it. Out of all seven you had to pick Lucifer.

He was always supposed to be his Lucifer. His fallen Morning Star with eyes that shone like fire. Skin as pale as snow, with hair as black and shiny as ink. His Lucifer only belonged to him in name only. He was so beautiful, he deserved better than to be your plaything. Lucifer deserved a Queen's status, he belonged on the throne working with Diavolo side by side.

You see this needed to be revised immediately, that's why he killed you. It was to easy really, wait until you got back to the human world, slip some poison into your water systems, and make sure his Lucy was busy with work all day and night.

Why don't I take your D.D.D Lucifer, it will just distract you. The faster you finish your work the faster you can talk to MC. I'm sure she misses you.

He had to be discrete, if lucifer found out all his love would vanish, so not even you could know your killer. He sent you letter often and texted you, played the nice guy, the supportive friend. Now you were far away in the Celestial realm, forbidden from dating the Morning Star based on your angel status. Of course secretly delivered by Barbatos to Micheal.

Then I gave him my brightest smile and shoved more paperwork into his arms, the arms that should be wrapped around him.

He saved Lilith, he gave him work, a place for him and his brothers to stay. Lucifer should be his, and now he will be, now that your out of the way. Watching from the Celestial realm as your boyfriend cries into his shoulder. His hair loose and his school uniform buttons undone, Diavolo could fell his heart beating.

You were gone, Lucifer was his once more.

The cost well the boys will get over it soon enough, they don't even know who killed you. After all you were a good friend to everyone, his tears were real.

He really would miss you, but you crossed the line when you took Lucifer from him. Maybe he'll come and visit you when Lucifer is wearing his ring. When its safe for his heart to never fell that way about you again.

Diavolo hugged his friend and soothed his heaving sobs.

You see Lucifer loves me , he doesn't hide anything from me. Look at him falling apart on my shoulder, the all mighty Morning Star, reduced to tears and a shadow of himself.

"Diavolo" he whispered

"Yes my Lovely?"

" Does Barb know who killed her?"

He sounded cool, and broken. He sounded like a man who just had his heart shattered.

"An unfortunate accident. Her poison garden had a broken pipe, the poison seeped into the ground into her drinking supply." He sounded mournful as he spoke.

" You know how found she was with her deadly garden Lucifer, that's why she got on with Satan so well, always hungry for information."

Lucifer chocked back a sob.

He told you your obsession would kill you one day, and now look at you. Stuck under his Father's thumb in the blinding white of his old home. At least he could rely on Simeon to keep you safe.

For the first time in his millennia old life Lucifer regretted his fall.

At his back Diavolo smiled, finally mine he thought, finally finally mine.

"This is where you live dearest?" he said. Looking at you in wonder. A small cottage greeted him with flowers blooming around metal gates. A green house in the backyard, filled to brimming with toxic and deadly plants.

he stared at you as you put on little green leather gloves and pointed at every plant, the poison it obtained and what it could do it a humans system. You showed him leaf patterns and squeezed a pokeberry and watched the seeds spill out, showing him the poison as red as blood inside.

"Isn't it wonderful" you asked. You gazed into his eyes, yours were filled with an almost child like wonder as you gazed around your garden. For once you had almost rivaled your boyfriend in Pride. He could practically see the peacock feathers sprouting from your back.

" I just want you to look upon the true irony of your current situation." She smiles as Lucifer plucks a Manchieel apple from the tree and bit down.

"I love you Lucifer" Then she looked up at me threw her long beautiful lashes. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks as my hand rose to meet my chest.

"I love you to MC"

I kissed her then, her lips were full and warm and she was alive. We kissed by the dying sunset, I pulled her flush aganist my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I remember the feeling of utter happiness as I help her aganist me. It was like a tight spring loaded in my heart.

I love you MC, I will always love you.

Lucifer's tears slowly drew to a close as Diavolo hugger him closer. You were always so reckless, always attracted to things that could kill you whether it be plants or your choice of boyfriend. You never had a sense of self preservation, its how you two originally gotten closer.

After he realized Mammon was a horrible human babysitter he slowly faded into the role. Then after your true heritae was revealed, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with you.

Ha look where that got him. Youe dead and his heart is shattered on the ground.

Even after all those pacts you still went to Celestial, even though your a desecandt of the angel my Father wanted elimanited.

Maybe this is a new tourment from my Father after all, he took away Lilith, and now you.

My darling little MC.

Lucifer was sure his heart would never be put back together again.

He missed your warm touches. Your random notes on his mountains of paperwork, little encouragments and silly heart on sticky notes.

He saved them all.

You come in with snacks or drinks in the dead of night just to remind him to eat.

"How could you possibly love a demon, I'm a failure. A fallen angel." He looked downcast.

You confessed your love fo rthe first time that night. Heart shapped pancakes, on his desk after a particularly long meeting. At the time his first thought was "Beel didn't see these, how odd."

" I love you in spite of that. Lucifer you work hard, you sacrificed your freedom for your family. You work like a slave to because of it. Your so strong. You saved your brother from the dungeon, and bore the burden of greif all these years." YOu looked at him admiration and a touch of saddness.

"'I love you because no matter what you come to face, you better yourself with it." his pride swelled, he took in your flushed face, your sparkling eyes, and your soft hair. He loved you for so long. He pulled you close and kissed away your tears.

Then you fed each other pancakes.

He didn't do any work that night.

The brothers made you a memorial behdn the House of Lamentation. Filled to the brim with roses spelled healthy, and pictures upon pictures from your Devilgram account. Soft teddy bears and the controller you used most when playing with Levi, a tube of your lipstick you accidentally left behind.

Lucifer went their that night, he sat in frount of you and cried himself to sleep. It was almost like losing Lilith all over again.

You were the one to comfort him when you felt like this. When he lost the battle of the darkness inside his heart, but you were gone, and nobody else dared approach him. He felt your absence in the very core of his being, he missed your hands grazing his horns or preening his wings.

" Their like clouds! So fluffy!"

" They were made from clouds dearest" He smiled at you and pulled you onto his lap."

" I miss you MC, my dearest one." A few tears dropped onto your tombstone. He rested his head agaist your picture.

" Lucifer" a soft voice whispered, hiding in the shadows.

"Simeon" Lucifer looked up and saw his friend under the tree. He looked forlorn and...was that dread?

" We need to talk... I have a message from....her"

Lucifer sat up and gracefully walkes towards him. His uniform is covered in mud and he was an indent from your memorial but, he still looked prideful. Even if he didn't feel anything at all.

Simeon looked at him in a pitiful manner.

" She loves you Lucifer, and it wasn't an accident. She said she saw Barbatos, and the cop who was investagating, he was a demon who tried to eat her once. When she was with Satan at the library.

She says he lended over and checked her pulse after she drank the water. He said he was sorry, on all accounts."

Lucifer couldn't speak, he was falling once more in a pit of rage and despair.

" Are you sure?" disbelief coated his voice as he looked upon his best friend and companion.

" She's a mess about it, Barb came over and-" Simeon shuddered. "She's being peppered with questions about everythibg from Micheal, she saw a few of her deceased pets and started crying, she won't leave them be" he chuckled slightly.

Lucifer felt a stab of betrayal, but he also felt a sense of purpose.

"Thank you Simeon" he said cooly, buttoning up his unofrm, tying his belt, fixing his medals."Give MC my love from now until the end of eternity." Lucifer walked cooly back to your memorial. He touched your smiling face and took out his D.D.D.

The Demon Brothers (6) New (7)

Lucifer- Family meeting in the dining room, Five minutes

He shut off his phone and walked back into the house.

" Your so strong Lucifer."

"Your so beautiful"

" You'll always be my angel."

" I love you, and I'll always love you."

Lucifer stared at his brothers' gathered in he dining hall. He tuned out their questions and held up his hand.

He stood up the chair moving soundlessely on the carpet.

He placed his hand over the R.A.D badge, then he ripped it off. The stitches popping and metals clanging on the table.

He threw it to the floor.

"Who here wants to start a rebellion."

Yay my first aganst! So who wins that's up to you! Comment please I love reading them.

This is my girlfriend's story and I wanted to post it here and she let me so go check it out on wattpad

@sparkleshinegreen

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey lucifer #agnst #fluff #to be continued #lucifer x reader #oc mention #death #murder #fanfiction

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salvatoreschool · 5 years ago

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Legacies Season 3 Was Just Renewed And Fans Know Exactly What They Want To See

The Vampire Diaries and The Originals gave birth to Legacies and that little immortal baby is thriving. This week, The CW renewed Legacies for Season 3. The Originals lasted for five seasons and The Vampire Diaries went on for eight seasons, so there's hope this legacy can continue for a long time. Legacies Season 2 isn't even halfway through airing its episodes at this point, but fans already have ideas for what -- and who -- they want to see in Legacies Season 3.

Legacies' winter 2020 premiere, Season 2, Episode 9, airs Thursday, January 16 on The CW. So it's possible a lot of the things fans are pushing for will actually happen in the second half of Season 2. But just in case it wasn't clear, fans replied to Legacies' renewal announcement with some requests for Season 3:

There are soooo many tweets asking for Penelope Park to return. Granted, social media responses do not represent everyone in the fandom. But there are tweets like that to the official account and the Legacies Writers account, filled with photos or GIFs of actress Lulu Antariksa as Penelope Park. Penelope had a tearful goodbye with her beloved Josie Saltzman in Legacies Season 1. Fans were hoping to see Penelope back in Season 2 but as of now she is still off in Europe.

Caroline Forbes is also in Europe, for that matter, and Vampire Diaries fans have been waiting to see actress Candice King return to the role. We've been waiting so long that a lot of fans have (finally?) stopped asking so much about her. We've just gotten used to hearing about Caroline and pretending she's on the other end of the phone when Alaric Saltzman or the twins call her.

But, yes, if Caroline doesn't show up at the Salvatore School herself in Legacies Season 2's second half, it would be great to see her in Season 3. Caroline is the standard Would Love To See character, since she is tied to so many characters from The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Klaroline fans thought Caroline and Klaus Mikaelson were going to end up together on The Originals, but since his daughter Hope Mikaelson is now an orphan at Caroline's school, it would be good to see Caroline and Hope at least talk about Klaus.

Speaking of Vampire Diaries and The Originals, not all early requests out there for Legacies Season 3 surround past characters, but a few names are popping up.

We know Josie and Lizzie Saltzman's evil Uncle Kai Parker will be wreaking havoc in Legacies Season 2 but we don't know how many episodes he'll be in. We know he'll first appear in Season 2, Episode 12, airing in February, but is that it? Since there is so much meat on those story bones, fans are hoping Chris Wood can come back full-time in Season 3. He is deeply connected to the twins and the Gemini Coven and The Merge. It seems like way too much for one or even two episodes.

I hope Kai doesn't just make a one-off appearance, like Hope Mikaelson's Aunt Freya Mikaelson, who just visited for one episode earlier in Legacies Season 2. It would be great to see Riley Voelkel's Freya again, and fans also mentioned wanting to see other members of Hope's extended family from The Originals -- including Rebekah Mikaelson, Marcel, Vincent, Keelin, and Freya and Keelin's son Nik, who was named after Hope's father Niklaus Mikaelson.

Oh, and what about Jeremy Gilbert, for that matter? Steven R. McQueen returned from The Vampire Diaries for one episode in Legacies Season 1, but it would be great to see Elena's brother again. Zach Roerig played Sheriff Matt Donovan for a couple of episodes in Season 1, and Legacies Season 2 revealed he is now Mayor of Mystic Falls, his dream from the end of Vampire Diaries. Will we see him running the town?

I don't know about Legacies Season 3, but I'm hoping Legacies lasts long enough to do a time jump ala The Originals, showing an older Baby Nik and also Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert Salvatore's daughter Stefanie, who has been a source of speculation since her name was dropped in Legacies Season 1. She was named after the late Stefan Salvatore and represents the ultimate legacy.

Maybe the kids can show up in Legacies Season 4 or 5? I'd even go for a time jump at the end of Legacies Season 2 or Season 3, since we also have The Merge to deal with, and that happens when the now 16-year-old twins turn 22. How old would Stefanie Salvatore be at that point? High school age?

Other Legacies Season 3 requests I've seen out there involve wanting Thomas Doherty's new vampire Sebastian as a series regular. Sebastian and Lizzie definitely seem to be getting close. And I'm not sure why Damon Salvatore gave the twins his beloved car from The Vampire Diaries, but I'm pretty sure he did not have THAT in mind for it.

Some Legacies fans just want more screen time for the existing main characters, including Peyton Alex Smith as Rafael Waithe and Quincy Fouse as Milton "MG" Greasley. For all we know, they may have standout episodes and arcs later in Legacies Season 2, it's just a matter of being patient for what's already been or being filmed.

Of course, not everyone agrees on what they want to happen in Legacies Season 2, never mind Season 3. Some fans want Josie and Hope to be more than friends and others are loving the Hope and Landon Kirby love story, etc. There are enough 'ships for everyone, but that means not everyone will be happy with whatever endgames are ahead. Yep, sounds like a Vampire Diaries Universe show all right!

Legacies Season 2 returns Thursday, January 16 at 9 p.m. on The CW. There's still a long wait for Season 3, which will presumably have another October premiere to match the first two seasons.

#Legacies #TheOriginals #TheVampireDiaries #TVD #HopeMikaelson #LizzieSaltzman #JosieSaltzman #LandonKirby #AlaricSaltzman #MG #RafaelWaithe #LegaciesSeason2 #LegaciesSeason3 #CarolineForbes #KaiParker #FreyaMikaelson #PenelopePark #JuliePlec #TheCW

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🔍 and Lelouch, please?

oh no.....the prince himself. Oh lulu. But yes thank u, I am always happy to talk about him....unfortunately I love him

A common thread among my ships, we start out boss and subordinate. which...isnt too surprising. Except I think zero is really cool and then ultimately.....he isnt....... I digress

If people dont know the story of how this mess began, I was walking to a meeting place w zero and got jumped in an alley and lelouch had to come and murder two guys in front of me. And yeah it was terrifying but.....hes hot. And then he kissed me and I kissed him back cause I'm a dumbass

Then it becomes the secret relationship game cause uh. I dont think it would look good to be Zero's s/o. But I can be lelouch's s/o even though everyone at Ashford hates me and I'm okay w that. It's kinda sad tho, lelouch is....more of a private person, even tho hes a show off. He likes to remain mysterious I guess. But it sucks not really getting to love him out loud. the only people who know are probably CC, suzaku, kallen, @witchins, and eventually nunally. we do marry at the end of r2 before his death, and suzaku was the only one there for that.

Seeing genuine lelouch is so rare but I'm lucky enough to see him. When he allows himself to be vulnerable, scared or honest or loving, anything like that is such a gift. I cherish genuine lulu so much. And eventually he gets more comfortable with that, hes able to let himself be carried for a little while and not worry cause I'll keep him as safe as I can.

If we get down to it, I think hes kinda.....lonely. he hasnt really had anyone to care about him except nunally and then suzaku, who does care, just in a very reluctant way. It makes me sad, I just wanna....be there for him and hug him cause he like never experiences that? Hes always alone (except for CC who's like "they wanted me dead now you'll see why"). Hes always on his own, alone in his tower. So even though he is pretty bold, like hes the one who started this relationship really, he doesnt really know what to do with all this affection I try and give him. He accepts it but he doesn't always....understand it. I just love him, I cant ways explain it either. But I do.

Me though, I'll never get why he chose me. Because hes literally everything anyone could want in that universe and he gets uhh....someone.....normal. but...lelouch also cares A LOT. If he decides he likes you, you'll never get rid of him. So even if I never get it, I still....feel loved. I feel cared about. It's so strange to be loved by someone who's a villain in his own story, but I also believe him. He does care.

Hes also the protective/possessive partner if that wasnt already clear. Because hes selfish, yeah, but also cause he has to be afraid of loss. Rollo does attempt to shoot me early r2 and lelouch Does Not Like That. in general hes just kind of a jealous person, not that he has to worry about that in canon, but he will forever fight with lio specifically for my affections. In all fairness I would go hand to hand w anyone in cg for lelouch I'm not fucking afraid

It's all pretty difficult cause cg takes place over 3 years with big interruptions because lelouch cant stay alive, and yet cannot die. But if anything, the love endures somehow. It's two fools who have to fit in a lot of love in a relatively short period of time, always racing against a clock until hes inevitably dead again. But I'll keep loving him and somehow, he'll keep loving me.

Really, I believe we want each other to be happy. And even though lelouch probably thinks I'd be happier without him, hes so wrong because I would be lost without him. And that will always be true.

#this makes no sense sorry #my f/os #👑my own checkmate

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I thought 'oh this discussion will probably be a short one, how much is there to talk about sucking dick after all' and apparently i was WRONG

unfortunately i dont have much to add and i dont disagree with anything substantial so i'll just ramble my thoughts on what you said. I really agree that martin sees sex as somewhat a big deal, he's kinda the opposite of luciano's casual approach to it. I like to think one-night stands and casual flings are very very rare for him, he's more to have romantic affairs - even if he isn't in LOVE most of those times (or if its the kind of flame that burns really fast and then its done), it is still a romantic connection to some level, but that doesn't mean he feels the same level of trust and comfort with every lover. So even here he'll continue to be picky and only do it when he particularly feels like doing THAT and not anything else, and even his *cof* dearest love *cof* whoever that is *cof* doesn't get head all that often.

I don't think you've mentioned before (at least not anywhere i saw) that he did things he didn't like bc he wanted to keep up with more experienced lovers, though i do remember you mentioning in our talk about bottoming of him having past bad experiences that kinda turned him off of some things. Unfortunately doing stuff he's not comfortable with just to "prove a point" and show he's not inexperienced and green (which he WAS at this point) does sound very like him specially when he was younger smh. And im guessing here following your hcs that these bad experiences mostly affected going forward his feelings on acts he feels he has potentially less control on - such as bottoming and giving head, two things reserved for lovers he's very comfortable with (WHOEVER THAT COULD BE) and can yield control without feeling he has lost control, if that makes sense (?

Also funny you mentioned vocal encouragement vs verbal reassurance, its something i kinda noticed while writing smut. I think martin definitely has a praise kink, but sometimes i'd try to add verbal reassurance and it'd just not work or feel wrong bc i kept thinking martinho would get very ANNOYED very quickly depending on the wording. Saying he's beautiful gorgeous wonderful that he feels great etc works, but saying that oh he's doing so well and things like that doesn't. And to end this small dirty talk tangent it really is point him and luciano are very in tune, bc i see lulu as being not just loud and vocal but also talking a lot with almost no filter - so he'll just go off about whatever is going through his mind, which is very often genuine praise about martin being beautiful and amazing and how much he loves him, and it sounds as sincere as it is and thus not condescending at all. It is just the kind of praise martin likes

lol i got into three tangents and didn't actually talk about blowjobs, but i dont think theres more to say about it specifically that you haven't already. I like that we just all seem to agree that luciano loves giving head and martin not really. But it all works out because lulu is fine and happy with whatever theyre doing, he's the most turned on when he sees martin is as well, so having martin do something he doesnt love when he doesnt feel like it wouldn't be fun for him either. On the other hand, that just makes martin's bj when he DOES feel like it all the more special <3

I do have a specific topic in mind for the nsfw, i just kept it vague so that if you werent in the mood for it you wouldnt have to read it hahasa but it's relatively straightforward, i was rereading your smut from after the copa america and how we discussed before that martin is picky about giving oral, so i thought we could expand a little on that and maybe talk abt what moments he might suddenly feel like it and etc (besides after winning lol). basically i'm suggesting a blowjob discussion

Nsfw Brarg Sunday it is then~

I will stan that Tinchito is picky about giving head, and I have three main reasons for this hc:

My first reason is related to Martín not being as confident as he comes across. He acts as if he believes he is the best damn thing around to the point that even he buys his own act, yes, but he struggles with self-worth. Martín’s big ego comes from his insecurities; it’s him shutting them down by stubbornly reminding himself of past greatness and his unexploited potential, two things he whole-heartedly believes in. Now by this I don’t mean to imply his confidence is fake, he is an egocentric asshole, but it is forced in a way since Martín doesn’t know how to quit. He is proud, strong, and likes to be in control, or in worst-case scenario likes to at least pretend so. Now, having your head between someone’s legs is kinda of a vulnerable position, one in which it’s very easy to suddenly lose this sense of control if your lover decides to take over and have their way. And I think this is one where Martín struggles with it, he doesn’t like to feel he is not in control here, he doesn’t like to feel used, to feel disposable, to feel like a thing. Sex for him is an intimate act that requires respect. In order to yield power and control, he’d have to really and truly trust his partner, he’d have to be certain they respect him and that he is being be cared for.

My second reason is related to that one hc I had about Martín having past bad experiences about sex. Being looked down upon has always burnt Martín’s pride, and I hc past Tinchito really wanted to prove he was a Big Boy during his first decades as a new nation. He wanted to prove his worth for everyone to see, and I think this also extended to sex, a department in which he was not very experienced. As (I think?) I’ve said before, I think that for the sake of keeping up with some former more-experienced lovers, he might have done things he wasn’t ready to do. In a way, I hc he felt challenged and just really wanted to prove a point, was worried his lovers might consider him green and virginal if he refused to certain practices, so he didn’t. He pushed himself into doing certain things he should have waited to do for when he was ready and truly wanted to try them. As time went by, Martín’s character seasoned and he decided he’d be the one to measure his own worth (spoilers: he decided he was fucking great no matter what) and he’d have nothing to prove to anyone. As thus, he also decided he would never again do anything he didn’t feel like doing.

Lastly, as we’ve discussed before, I don’t think Tincho finds dicks particularly pretty or alluring. Mind you, I’m not implying he finds them gross; he has a dick of his own and hey no part of him is ugly in his book, and anyways he ain’t no straight man so of course he highly approves of D. But dick’s are kinda funny looking and ridiculous the more you look at them. Also bj are not something very graceful to perform, the more you think about it in theory the more awkward it becomes (as it happens when you overthink many things tbh). So I don’t think he sees the appeal in the act perse.

Now the next part of the question, when would he feel like giving head? Well, firstly, I don’t think he’s one to perform oral on random strangers. Maybe if his lover has already done it for him and he feels particularly generous as to return the favour, but it has to come from within him, it cannot be asked or implied. If he ever so slightly feels he is being pressured into it, or doesn’t like the way his partner is treating him mid act, he’ll stop all together and gather his clothes and walk away. And he knows this, so honestly I think the chances of some casual fling getting oral from him are very slim, if not zero.

So bjs are mostly reserved for steady relationships. Even then, I still believe he is picky about them for he still is a sensitive boy. I think he needs a partner who makes him feel respected and valued, and the tricky part here is that I hc he needs to feel reassured without being explicitly reassured. Martín has a big ego and any verbal reassurances might come off as condescending to him. Look, he just needs space, needs to set his own pace, but he is no child who needs to be reassured about how great he is doing throughout the act, ok? So just let him work, and let him know how much you appreciate what he is doing and how good he’s doing by letting him hear how much you are enjoying yourself. Moans, groans, sighs, even curses and fond honest praises about how good he or how nice it feels are welcomed. Vocal encouragement does the trick, verbal reassurance doesn’t. He needs to feel appreciated and encouraged but it can’t be done directly and explicitly, he needs to pick it up from his partner’s reactions. He’s a difficult boy if there ever was one /sigh

And this is where Lulu comes in as a perfect lover for Tinchito :D I think Lu being very natural and casual about sex helped in a way. Martín tends to make too much of a deal about most things, bjs included, and I think Lu in a way helped him relax a little about it. His casual “practical” approach to sex helped turn the intensity down, made Tincho a little more flexible. This is about fun and pleasure, isn’t it? It’s ok if Martín doesn’t want to blow him, but it’s also ok if he does. It doesn’t matter what they do or how they do it, sex is not a weapon Luciano will use against him.

I also believe Lulu being very oral fixated helped a lot. Bjs from Luciano come easy, I really like the hc that is one of his fave things to do in bed. And example is the best way to preach, isn’t it? Lu blows Martín all the time, he doesn’t think Martín will mock him or shame him for it, does he? He is no less for it, is he? He’d be an hypocrite if he humiliated Tincho for blowing him. Lu’s oral positivity kinda “normalized” bjs for Tinchito.

Additionally, and this works for my third point about Tinchito being difficult for oral, Lulu being very receptive and vocal during sex is just the encouragement Martín needs. It “empowers” him during an activity that usually doesn’t feel too good for him since it makes him feel like he’s on charge here, which is exactly what he needs. Martín might not get off in takin a dick to his mouth perse, but having Luciano delirious with pleasure because of him really does it for him.

Related the part of winning being one of the things that gets Tincho in the mood for giving head, I think it’s mostly about his self-perception. I think he mostly reserves it when he feels good about himself, truly and genuinely confident and not just his usual self-imposed confidence. Which is why I believe winning puts him in the mood, he feels validated and like the king of the world and hey he might as well share some of his grace with the rest of them mortals, yk? He’s so high up on seventh heaven to feel any of the insecurities and self-consciousness that usually holds him back about oral, he is a generous soul who’ll share his bliss with his partner.

#it really is fascinating how much we have to say about fictional character countries sucking dick #no judgment here i'd probably do the same #also i wonder how much of this translates to when he's dealing with pussy #i'm guessing most of it because all genitals look very weird the more you think about it #dont worry your martin does make sense in your explanations #funny enough i think martin is way easier to rationalize and explain and discuss because i feel he's generally more straighfoward in almost #every aspect #i also find him easier to write for that reason #4 out of 5 times i feel like one of the two is out of character in one of my fics its luciano #bc i feel like its easier to tell imediatly when martin is out of character and bring the fic back in track #unlike luciano that i can write a whole fic edit it and post it and still feel like i might be interpreting him wrong #and he's MY COUNTRY #oop another tangent #not sfw #wfsn #brarg discussion #brarg not sfw discussion

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