#im sorry she annoys the hell out of me girl grow a goddamn backbone

[grandlinedreams]

Could we get former Spring Court!Reader with Lucien angst as they pine for him even though his attention is on Elain cause the whole mate bond thing? So a bit of angsty friendship where it’s one sided love?

Absolutely my baby i hope you like this, i wrote it while my patient was asleep lmao

|| warnings: angst, pining, Lucien's a little dumb but we love him anyways ok, bless Feyre we love her

"Are you okay?"

Feyre's voice pulls you out of your thoughts with a jolt, your eyes locking with hers as her brow furrows in concern. "Yeah," you answer at last, "I'm fine. Why?"

"You're staring at Lucien and Elain rather intently." Indeed, your line of vision through the window is straight on the pair ㅡ a rare occasion where Elain had actually asked for Lucien's company.

"I'm not staring at them," you protest, but Feyre's smile turns sympathetic as you sigh, shoulders slumping. "Is it that obvious?"

"Not really," Feyre says, pausing for a long moment before she continues, tone soft. "I'm sorry."

You shrug. "What do you have to apologize for? You didn't make them mates."

"No, but..." Feyre trails off, and you know what she's thinking, because you've thought it plenty as of late. That the Mother has a sick sense of humor to bind the man you've been in love with for the greater part of the last hundred years with someone who isn't you. That it'd been a cruel joke to watch him stare at Elain, wide-eyed, and announce that she was his mate.

"You could tell him," Feyre says quietly after a long moment, and you scoff, watching as Lucien hands Elain a flower ㅡ looking more content than you've ever seen him.

"It wouldn't change anything," you answer. And as much as it hurts, you know that it's true ㅡ all you'd get is sympathetic rejection and pity. Neither of which are something you want or need. "I've been in love with him for a hundred years, Feyre." Your lips quirk in a sad, bitter smile. "What's a hundred more?"