#lucien castle imagines

[aklaustaleteller]

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

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

Down Bad

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

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

Word Count - 4.7k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But I feel like I just interrupted something."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n! --"

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

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

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

Scoffing, Y/n walked back outside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Klaus? …Mikaelson, you mean?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

“Hope you still love them,” he whispered. 

Y/n accepted them. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know –”’

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He seems better for you.”

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

“Lucien, I mean,” he continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n?”

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

“Hi,” she whispered, then sniffled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

Lucien laughed, and kissed her other bicep. 

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

She looked like he had insulted her. 

“Of course, you twit!”

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

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

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

Lucien hummed. 

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

Y/n grinned widely. 

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

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

“Are you serious, Lucien?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He dialled the number as Y/n recited it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice one,” he said. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n? What –”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[klausysworld]

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

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

My Darling.

Klaus knew something was off with Lucien.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However he did not forget about her.

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

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

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

Urgently, Klaus moved to get her up and out.

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

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

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

Once she stopped drinking he cupped her sweet face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You don't need to do that-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't Lucien.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The sacred soul

Kol Mikaelson x female character

When a young newly turned vampire seeks out the Mikaelson’s as it turns out she has a special connection to Kol

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Word count: 5620

It was a middle of the night in the French quarters of New Orleans as I wanted around looking for a nice meal as i haven’t eaten in a while as I stumble into the compound of the infamous Mikaelson family as you looked around in the compound when a thick English accent was heard from the balcony which made you look up at the dark haired original vampire as he had a slight smirk on his face.

“Can I help you with anything darling?” He said with a continuing smirk on his face as you tried your best to suppress the veins under eyes that was clearly displaying your enormous hunger that you currently felt.

As he walked close to you, you could smell the blood running through his veins as he approached you and just started chuckling at you as the veins under eyes returned as you tried to restrain yourself from jumping teeth first on him to the best of your abilities, that was until he did something he was very soon gonna regret you thought to yourself, but then again he’s the original one out of you two, so you couldn’t really do much harm even if you wanted to.

“Aww is someone a little hungry? Want some of this?” Kol said as he proceeded to bite into his wrist as the blood started running down his arm as he proceeded to reach out the arm for you as you had your eyes glued onto it just long enough for you to almost run to him and start feeding as he pulled his arm back and started drying it away again as you simply looked at him with nothing but a huge blood lust as you wanted to rip his head off seeing how the concrete had small drops of blood on it from his arm as you nearly growled at him when you heard another more mature and sophisticated voice come from the other end of the balcony.

“Little brother, don’t be such a menace to the her, that is not how we treat a lady” He said as he lightly scolded his younger brother. It was another original vampire, he walked over to join his brother as he looked at me as you could smell the blood in veins as well.

“Darling, I apologize for my brother’s behavior, my names Elijah and this is Kol how long have you been a vampire?” Elijah asked sensing your hunger as he rolled up the sleeve on his left arm.

“A few weeks, but something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know what’s happening to me” you answered the slightly older vampire as he was about to bite his wrist when Kol stopped him as he went about to bite his own wrist again when Elijah stopped him as he heard something as the demeanor in his face changed.

“Kol, wait.” He said turning his attention to his younger brother.

“What is your name, darling?” Elijah asked moving his gaze to the young girl.

“My name is Skylar” you said looking at Elijah and Kol trying to control your lust for hunger.

“Kol, brother. Get her inside, the night-walkers are still out here” Elijah said ever so protective as he guided you over to Kol who took you into his arms as he walked you inside.

“What is all this noise about? We’re someone trying to get some rest here” Klaus said as he emerged from his room as well and came walking towards you and Kol as you leaned into him more when you made eye contact with Klaus. You didn’t know why, but you were a bit intimidated by Klaus.

“I see you got a new little friend little brother, what’s your name love?” Klaus asked smiling as Kol held you closer to him as he looked at his brother.

“Her name is Skylar, now if you will excuse us Nik, we have some business to attend to” Kol said taking your hand walking past his brother with you as he led you up to his room where we prepared his wrist and bit himself once again.

“Here, drink” he said as he reached his wrist as you looked at him making sure he wasn’t teasing you this time again as you took it and slightly took his wrist up to your mouth as you started drinking from him like you haven’t had a single drop in weeks which to be honest wasn’t exactly a lie either.

At first Kol didn’t feel much and just let you full fill your thirst until he started feeling a bit squishy and tried to take his away his arm back when you growled at him grabbing onto his wrist as you kept drinking from him.

“Skylar, I think this is enough. Why don’t you take a break” He suggested when Elijah came walking by coincidentally and happened to hear his brother’s desperation as he hurries into his rescue and practically rips you away from Kol and holding you firmly as Kol sits down on a chair before he becomes too squishy from the blood loss as you calmed down again as you look at Kol.

“I’m so sorry Kol. I never meant to hurt you” you said as your emotions were now on overdrive as Elijah let go off you and Kol approached you.

“Darling, you didn’t hurt me. You have my word” Kol said as he tried to reassure you as he took you into his arms and politely asked Elijah to leave his room as he thanked him.

Kol lifted you over to the bed and placed you down on it gently as you gave him gently kisses on his wrist as you proceeded with laying your head on his chest as he had an arm around you as you dozed off in his embrace for now.

“What’s with Kol’s new little friend?” Klaus asked as he saw Elijah walk out from their younger brother’s room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“It’s nothing of your concern Niklaus, perhaps your focus would be better placed with your daughter than lurking around in our brother’s business.” Elijah explained to other younger brother as Klaus just smiled and took his hands up in defense.

“Well brother, it’s quite hard to put your focus elsewhere when she can be bloody heard all over the compound” Klaus said as Elijah just shook his head as they parted ways and went into their respective rooms again as peace yet fell over the Mikaelson compound again.

The next morning, sun light was shining brightly through the curtains of Kol’s room as he slowly woke up and gained his sense and looked to his right as he saw you laying peacefully asleep next to him. He removed a strand of hair from your face as he couldn’t bare to wake you.

As Kol lay there, watching you sleep, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of protectiveness. Despite his mischievous nature, something about you had stirred an emotion he hadn't felt in centuries. He gently slid out of the bed, careful not to disturb your slumber, and quietly left the room.

Downstairs, Klaus was already up, pacing the living room with a brooding look. He glanced up as Kol descended the staircase. "Ah, the young lover boy awakens. How is our guest?" Klaus's tone was mocking, but there was a hint of curiosity.

Kol rolled his eyes. "She's fine, Nik. Just a bit overwhelmed. New vampires often are."

Elijah, ever the peacemaker, entered the room with a book in hand. "Kol, we need to ensure she adjusts properly. Her thirst was almost uncontrollable last night."

Kol nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know, Elijah. I'll take care of her. She needs guidance."

Klaus smirked, leaning against the doorway. "Guidance? Or are you just enjoying playing the hero for a pretty girl?"

Kol shot him a warning look. "It's not like that, Nik. She needs our help."

“How can we be sure she is who she claims to be?” Klaus asked looking at his brothers with a smug smile.

“Now what’s that supposed to mean? Of course she is who says, Nik don’t be ridiculous” Kol said annoyed by his brother’s accusations.

"Kol, brother, how is the girl?" Elijah asked, gesturing for Klaus to be quiet, closing his book and giving his full attention to his brother.

"Resting. She was absolutely ravenous last night," Kol replied, a hint of concern in his voice. "I haven't seen such hunger in a newborn in a long time. It's almost as if she's been neglected."

Elijah nodded thoughtfully. "It's not uncommon for newly turned vampires to struggle with controlling their hunger. But there’s something more to her, isn’t there? Did she mention who turned her?"

Kol shook his head. "No, she didn’t say much about her past. Just that she's been a vampire for a few weeks. She seems... different, Elijah. There's a fire in her eyes, a strength that's unusual for someone so new to this life."

Elijah leaned back against the wall considering Kol's words. "We'll have to keep an eye on her. If she's truly as unique as you say, she could either be a great ally or a dangerous threat.” Elijah added to the conversation.

“May I inquire with something, you see while you were busy playing into her tricks and games, I did some digging with a little help from our dear sister Rebekah” Klaus started as Elijah sighed loudly at his brother.

“Niklaus….” Elijah said as Klaus continued to speak his mind.

“Brothers, allow me. She was sent here by the very wolf boy from Mystic Falls, who seeks revenge against me and this is his way of getting under my skin, our skin” Klaus said as Elijah considered his words carefully as whereas Kol wasn’t buying any of it.

“Come on, Elijah, you saw her when she came in here last night. You really think she’s on some revenge mission carrying out some big plan set by Tyler Lockwood? She’s not like that” Kol asked his older brother in disbelief as Klaus just started laughing as Kol and Elijah looked at him.

“You’ve known the girl for less than a day and already you put your faith in her” Klaus said his distrust in Skylar crystal clear.

“Niklaus, Kol is right. I don’t believe she is our enemy. For now, we should focus on helping her adjust to her new reality." Elijah added in.

Kol looked at his brother and nodded in agreement, but his thoughts were still with you, sleeping peacefully in his bed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you were destined to be a part of their lives, for better or worse.

You woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, feeling more rested than you had in days. As you slowly opened your eyes, you realized you were alone in Kol’s room. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and you felt a pang of guilt for having lost control.

Before you could dwell on it, the door creaked open, and Kol stepped in, carrying a tray with a glass of blood. He smiled warmly when he saw you awake.

"Good morning. I brought you something to help with the hunger," he said, placing the tray on the bedside table.

"Thank you," you murmured, taking the glass and sipping it gratefully. The blood was fresh, and you could feel your strength returning with each sip.

Kol sat down on the edge of the bed, watching you intently. "How are you feeling, love?"

"Better," you admitted, setting the empty glass back on the tray. "I'm sorry about last night, Kol. I didn’t mean to—"

He held up a hand to stop you. "There's no need to apologize, darling. It's only natural for a newborn to struggle with their hunger. We'll help you learn to control it."

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. For the first time since you had turned, you felt like you might actually have a chance at surviving this new life.

"Thank you, Kol." you said sincerely.

He smiled, reaching out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You're one of us now. We'll look after you."

As you looked into his eyes, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you had found a place where you belonged.

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Over the next few days, Kol and his brothers worked tirelessly to help you adjust. You spent hours with Elijah, who taught you the history and intricacies of vampire lore, instilling in you the importance of control and discretion. Klaus, despite his initial skepticism, offered you tips on navigating the supernatural world, his tough love approach masked by a surprising patience when you struggled.

Kol, however, was your anchor. He guided you through the physical aspects of your transformation, teaching you to hone your heightened senses and control your newfound strength. The bond between you grew stronger with each passing day, his protectiveness and genuine care a constant reassurance.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the mansion in a warm, golden glow, Kol suggested a walk through the nearby woods. You hesitated, the memory of your last uncontrollable hunger still fresh in your mind, but his gentle insistence won you over.

As you strolled through the forest, the sounds of nature heightened in your ears, Kol spoke softly, his voice a soothing presence. "You're doing exceptionally well, you know. Far better than I expected."

You smiled, a mix of pride and humility in your expression. "I couldn't have done it without you. All of you."

He stopped, turning to face you, his eyes searching yours. "There's something special about you. I felt it the moment I saw you. It's not just your strength, but your spirit. You're meant for something greater."

Before you could respond, a rustling in the bushes drew your attention. Kol's posture shifted instantly, his body tense and alert. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall man with an air of authority and a hint of menace in his gaze.

"Ah, Kol Mikaelson. It's been a long time," the man said, his voice smooth yet chilling.

Kol's eyes narrowed, his protective instincts flaring. "Lucien. What are you doing here?"

Lucien's gaze shifted to you, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "I heard about the new addition to your little family. Thought I'd come and see for myself."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Lucien's eyes bore into you. Kol stepped in front of you, his stance defensive. "Stay away from her, Lucien."

Lucien chuckled, a low, sinister sound. "Relax, Kol. I'm not here to cause trouble. Just curious about what makes her so special."

Kol's jaw tightened. "Curiosity killed the cat, Lucien. Remember that."

Lucien raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to get testy. I'll be on my way. But remember, Kol, there's more at play here than you realize. Keep a close eye on your new friend."

With that, Lucien melted back into the shadows, leaving an uneasy silence in his wake. Kol turned to you, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. "We need to be careful. Lucien is dangerous, and if he's interested in you, it means something is brewing."

You nodded, your heart pounding. "What do we do?"

Kol took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We stick together. No matter what."

As you walked back to the compound, you couldn't shake the feeling that your presence had stirred something in the supernatural world, something that could change everything.

As you entered the compound you were greeted by Klaus who was talking to Marcel and Davina, as Kol’s look locked on the young witch Davina, who also happened to be a former lover of his that he hadn’t seen in a while.

However your presence drew attention to Klaus as he turned to face the two of you as Kol had to tell him about your meet with Lucien, but he couldn’t get his eyes of Davina for some reason when Klaus finally managed to snap him out of his so called trance.

Skylar looked up at Kol as if she could feel the deep and intense connection between them when she suddenly this weird surge of energy going through almost as a short Timelapse of Kol and Devina’s relationship played in front of her eyes while Kol was holding her hand as she became disconnected from the world around her, completely oblivious to the conversation going on between Klaus, Kol, Devina and Marcel.

When Devina noticed something was off about Skylar and said Kol’s name to get him to look at her as Klaus became interested as well despite his suspicions when you came back to reality and your legs gave out beneath you as Kol caught you before you hit the ground.

“Elijah, Freya!” Klaus yelled as they soon were rushing down alarmed when Elijah saw Skylar on the ground in Kol’s arms.

"Kol, what happened?" Elijah's voice was calm but laced with urgency as he knelt beside you.

Kol shook his head, his eyes wide with worry. "I'm not sure. We were just talking, and then she had some sort of vision or... I don't know, Elijah. One moment she was fine, and the next..."

Freya joined them, her expression equally concerned. She placed her hand on your forehead, closing her eyes as she concentrated. "There's a powerful energy around her. Something ancient and potent. It's like she's tapped into some kind of... magical conduit."

Kol, his impatience evident, demanded, "What does that mean for her? Is she in danger?"

Freya's eyes opened, meeting Kol's with a mixture of confusion and certainty. "Not immediate danger, but we need to understand what just happened. She's linked to something or someone—perhaps even to the ancestral magic of New Orleans itself."

Marcel, who had been observing silently, spoke up. "Davina, you might be able to help. You have a strong connection to the magic here."

Davina nodded, stepping closer. She extended her hand towards you, her eyes filled with a determined resolve. "I'll see what I can do."

As Davina began to chant softly, you felt a warmth spreading through your body. The fragmented images that had overwhelmed you earlier started to coalesce into something more coherent. You saw flashes of Kol and Davina's past, their love and their pain, intertwined with glimpses of your own future—a future fraught with challenges but also brimming with potential.

The vision ended as abruptly as it began, leaving you gasping for breath.

Kol's grip on your hand tightened, grounding you as you came back to reality. "Skylar, what did you see?"

"Kol," you began, your voice trembling slightly. You took a deep breath, your voice shaky but resolute. "I saw your past with Davina,”

"I don't know what just happened, but I felt everything. Your pain, your love, your loss. It was like I was there, living it all with you." You continued.

Kol nodded, his expression softening. "I felt it too, Skylar. And it only confirms what I've known all along. You are special, more than any of us realized."

Freya cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention. “If these visions are true, we need to prepare. Lucien’s appearance might be more than just a coincidence.”

Klaus nodded, his eyes steely with determination. “Then we will prepare. We need to fortify our alliances and understand Skylar’s connection to this magic.”

Kol helped you to your feet, his eyes never leaving yours. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” He said as you leaned into him and he held you close.

“Skylar, if you will allow me. I can perform a spell to maybe tap into whatever it is you seem to hold” Freya suggested. She looked at up at Kol as she hesitated a bit.

Elijah exchanged a worried glance with Klaus. “This connection between you and Kol is the key. We need to explore it further, but with care. Skylar’s well-being is our top priority.”

Freya moved closer to Skylar, her voice gentle. “I promise, we’ll take it slow. But we need to uncover the truth. For all our sakes.”

Kol’s eyes softened as he looked at Skylar, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ll get through this together, Skylar. You’re not alone.”

Skylar nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination as Kol and Freya led them into her study soon followed by the curious eyes of Elijah and Klaus.

As they entered the room they were faced with a protective circle that Freya created and inside the circle Skylar and Kol sat on their knees across from each other.

Skylar, still shaken from the vision, looked at Kol with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she turned to face Kol as she placed her hand on the side of his cheek.

“Trust me Kol” she said as they both closed their eyes as she showed Kol what exactly she experienced as Elijah and Freya shared a confused glance with each other as Klaus’ distrust in Skylar came forward.

“Now what is this? Are we sure we can trust her?” Klaus asked in suspiciousness over Skylar as Elijah led him out of the room.

“Niklaus, take it easy. She came to us for a reason. She came to Kol for a reason” Elijah said calmly trying to reason with Klaus who didn’t seem to buy any of it.

“She’s currently infiltrating Kol’s mind, how can we be sure she wasn’t sent by someone?” Klaus said as Elijah went quiet as they looked back into the room at Skylar and Kol as Kol grabbed Skylar’s other hand as Skylar started bleeding from her nose as Elijah ignored Klaus’ question for now and went back into the room looking concerned at Freya.

“Freya what’s happening?” He asked looking at sister concern etched on his face and Freya, usually composed and knowledgeable, was at a loss. The unexpected nosebleed from Skylar had thrown everyone off balance. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her brow furrowed in worry. “This isn’t like any magic I’ve encountered before. It’s as if…” She trailed off, uncertain how to articulate her thoughts.

As tension mounted in the room, Klaus’s suspicion hung heavy like a thundercloud. His distrust of Skylar’s intentions was palpable, casting a shadow over the fragile peace that had momentarily settled among them.

“Elijah, this is madness,” Klaus exclaimed, his voice tinged with a blend of anger and concern. “We can’t afford to be naive. Lucien’s cunning knows no bounds. We must consider every possibility.”

Elijah, ever the diplomat, sought to diffuse the situation before it escalated further.

“Quiet, Niklaus” Elijah said as Klaus listened to him and remained silent for now.

“Freya, is there you can do?” Elijah asked as Klaus’ impatience and suspicion clear as he paced the room, his eyes flicking between Skylar and Kol with distrust.

Freya hurried to Skylar’s side, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I… I’m not sure what’s happening,” she admitted, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Their connection is stronger than I anticipated.”

Elijah’s gaze hardened as he assessed the situation. “Kol,” he called out firmly, his voice cutting through the room. “Release her. Now.”

But Kol remained unresponsive, his grip on Skylar tightening. His expression was a mix of protectiveness and confusion, as if caught between worlds. Blood continued to trickle from Skylar’s nose, a sign of the strain on her fragile form.

“Enough, Kol!” Elijah’s tone grew urgent. “You’re endangering her!”

Freya’s hands moved deftly, weaving a spell of separation. “I’m trying to break their connection,” she murmured, her voice strained with effort. “But it’s not working.”

Klaus, unable to contain his anxiety, approached cautiously. “What did she show you, Kol?” His voice softened slightly, betraying his concern for his brother’s well-being amidst his suspicion of Skylar.

Skylar’s breathing grew shallow, her face pale as she struggled against the overwhelming force of the connection. Finally, with a surge of power, Freya managed to sever the link. Kol staggered back, releasing Skylar who collapsed into Elijah’s arms, unconscious and drained.

As Elijah tended to Skylar, checking her vitals, he scooped her up and took her to Kol’s room placing her down on the bed, feeding her blood from his wrist.

In study Klaus turned to Kol with a mixture of relief and lingering distrust. “What did you see?” he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency.

Kol rubbed his temples wearily, his eyes haunted by what he had witnessed. “Darkness,” he murmured. “A darkness that’s hunting her, consuming her.”

Freya’s brow furrowed as he processed Kol’s words. “Lucien,” he concluded grimly. “He’s behind this.”

Klaus clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. “Then we find him,” he declared, his voice resonating with authority. “Before he harms anyone else.”

Kol, still shaken, glanced at Freya. "It's more than just Lucien," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "There's something ancient, something primordial tied to her. It's like she's a beacon, drawing it towards her."

Freya, her face pale with worry, nodded. "We need to find a way to protect her. Whatever this darkness is, it seems relentless."

Elijah returned to the study, his expression grave. "She’s stable for now, but whatever Kol saw, it’s taking a toll on her. We need more information if we’re to keep her safe."

Klaus paced the room, frustration evident in his every step. "This is exactly what Lucien wants. To divide us, to weaken us. We need to be proactive. We can’t wait for him to make his next move."

Freya interjected, "Kol, can you recall anything specific about the darkness? Any clues that might help us understand it better?"

Kol closed his eyes, struggling to piece together the fragments of his vision. "There were symbols... ancient runes. And a voice. It spoke of an awakening, of reclaiming what was lost."

Freya's eyes widened. "Runes? That might be the key. If we can decipher them, we might understand what we’re dealing with."

Klaus nodded, his determination unwavering. "Then we start there. Freya, see what you can find about these runes. Elijah and I will tighten security around the compound. No one comes or goes without our knowledge."

Kol looked at his siblings, gratitude and resolve in his eyes. "Thank you. All of you. Skylar means more to me than I can express. We can’t let this darkness consume her."

Freya placed a reassuring hand on Kol’s shoulder. "We won’t. We’ll figure this out together."

As the family dispersed to their tasks, Kol went up to his room and stayed by Skylar’s side, holding her hand and whispering promises of protection and love as Skylar stirred slightly in her sleep, her face contorting as if in the throes of a nightmare. Kol tightened his grip on her hand, his heart aching at her distress. He whispered soothing words, hoping to reach her through the darkness.

Meanwhile, Freya dove into her research, poring over ancient texts and tomes that lined the shelves of her study. She meticulously searched for anything resembling the runes Kol had described.

As night fell, Freya’s patience was rewarded. She found a reference to the runes Kol had mentioned. Her fingers traced the symbols on the aged parchment, her breath catching as she realized their significance.

Freya rushed to find her brothers, bursting into the courtyard with the ancient text in hand. “I found something,” she announced, her voice filled with urgency. “These runes are tied to an old prophecy. They speak of an ancient force, one that predates even our kind. It’s said to be drawn to powerful beings, using them to anchor itself in our world.”

Elijah frowned. “And Skylar is the anchor?”

Freya nodded. “It seems so. The darkness Kol saw isn’t just after her; it’s trying to use her to break through into our realm.”

Klaus’s eyes darkened with resolve. “Then we need to sever that connection. How do we stop this prophecy from coming true?”

Freya hesitated. “There’s a ritual, but it’s risky. It requires immense power and perfect execution. If we fail, it could kill her.”

Kol, who had joined them upon hearing Freya’s discovery, stepped forward. “We don’t have a choice. We’ll do whatever it takes to save her. What do we need for the ritual?”

Freya listed the ingredients and artifacts required, each item more obscure and dangerous to obtain than the last. “We’ll need to gather these quickly. The longer Skylar remains connected to this force, the stronger it becomes.”

Klaus, always the strategist, quickly devised a plan. “Elijah, you and Kol focus on obtaining the artifacts. Freya and I will work on the ritual preparation. We move swiftly and carefully. No mistakes.”

As the family united in their mission, the air around them buzzed with a sense of urgency and determination. They knew the road ahead was fraught with danger, but their bond and love for Skylar fueled their resolve.

Kol returned to Skylar’s side, determination etched into his features. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, whispering, “Hold on, love. We’ll bring you back from this. I promise.” As he kissed her forehead.

As Kol sat by Skylar’s side, the rest of the family moved with precision, each member driven by the collective resolve to save her. Freya and Klaus prepared the ritual space, gathering ancient texts and carefully setting the necessary artifacts. Their movements were synchronized, a testament to their years of working together against supernatural threats.

Elijah and Kol embarked on their mission to obtain the rare ingredients required for the ritual. Their journey took them through the darkest corners of New Orleans, from secretive witches to ancient cemeteries, each step bringing them closer to the goal but also closer to danger. Kol’s mind was only half-focused on their task; the other half was with Skylar, hoping she could hold on just a little longer.

Back at the compound, Skylar’s condition worsened. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as the ancient force continued to drain her. As Freya performed another small but quick spell to make her stronger as Klaus watched over her despite his initial doubts with a mixture of frustration and helplessness and despite his fears, he trusted in Freya’s ability to pull through. When Klaus decided to give Elijah a call updating them on Skylar’s condition. 

Elijah answered his phone, the urgency in Klaus’s voice sending a shiver down his spine. “Niklaus, we’re making progress, but we need more time. Just hold on.”

“Hurry,” Klaus urged. “She doesn’t have much longer.”

Elijah hung up, his resolve hardening. “Kol, we need to move faster. Skylar’s deteriorating.”

Kol nodded, his determination renewed. “I know a witch who might have the final ingredient we need. Follow me.”

As they raced through the shadowed streets, Kol led Elijah to an old, decrepit house on the outskirts of the city. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and old magic. They knocked on the door, and an elderly witch named Agnes answered, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“We need your help,” Kol pleaded, explaining their dire situation.

Agnes hesitated, but seeing the desperation in their eyes, she relented. “Very well, but this magic is ancient and unpredictable. Use it wisely.”

Back at the compound, Freya and Klaus completed their preparations, the ritual space glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Skylar’s condition had stabilized slightly, thanks to Freya’s temporary spell, but it was clear they were running out of time.

Elijah and Kol burst through the door, carrying the final ingredient. “We got it,” Elijah announced, handing the rare herb to Freya.

Freya nodded, quickly incorporating the final piece into the ritual setup. “Take positions. This will require all of our strength and we only have one chance to do this.”

Klaus, Elijah, Kol, and Freya formed a circle around Skylar, holding each others hands, so that she can channel their power for the ritual. Freya began to chant, her voice resonating with power as the room filled with a blinding light.

Skylar’s body convulsed as the ancient force within her fought back, resisting the ritual’s power, Kol's heart breaking at her pain.

The ritual intensified, the light growing brighter and the air vibrating with energy. Freya’s chanting grew louder, her voice merging with the echoes of ancient magic. The symbols on the artifacts glowed, pulsating with a rhythm that matched Skylar’s heartbeat.

Suddenly, a dark shadow erupted from Skylar’s body, writhing and twisting as it fought to break free. Freya’s voice wavered, but she held firm, directing the power of the ritual towards the shadow. Klaus, Elijah, and Kol poured their strength into the circle, their combined will forcing the darkness back.

With a final, piercing scream, the shadow dissipated, dissolving into the air like mist. Skylar’s body went limp, her breathing shallow but steady. The light in the room faded, leaving the Mikaelsons standing in a quiet, dimly lit space.

Freya collapsed into Elijah's arms, exhausted but relieved. “It’s done. The connection is severed.”

Kol rushed to Skylar’s side, cradling her in his arms. “Skylar, can you hear me?” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Skylar’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused but alive. “Kol…” she murmured weakly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Klaus, Elijah, and Freya gathered around them, the weight of their victory settling over them. “We did it,” Klaus said, his voice filled with both relief and determination. “But this is just the beginning. We need to stay vigilant. Lucien won’t stop here.”

Freya nodded, her expression serious. “We’ll keep her safe. Whatever it takes.”

Elijah placed a reassuring hand on Kol’s shoulder. “She’s strong, Kol. And so are we. We’ll face whatever comes next together.”

Kol held Skylar close, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. “Thank you,” he whispered, looking at his family with newfound hope. “Thank you for saving her.”

As the Mikaelsons stood united, a sense of peace settled over them. They knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but they also knew that together, they could overcome anything. Skylar’s life, their family’s bond, and their resolve to protect each other were the guiding lights that would lead them through the darkness.

[girlkisser13]

the originals masterlist

camille o'connell

davina claire

elijah mikaelson

finn mikaelson

freya mikaelson

hayley marshall

jackson kenner

kol mikaelson

lucien castle

marcel gerard

niklaus "klaus" mikaelson

rebekah mikaelson

[madhatterbri]

Home | N.M.

Summary: Klaus offers his home to keep you safe from Lucien.

Your eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar surroundings. The room was dark except for some light pouring in through the window. Confusion took hold of you. You should be dead. The last thing you remembered was Lucien Castle attacking you.

"Elijah," you gasped and sat up. With the aching pain in your body you knew you wouldn't be much help. Hell, you still weren't sure if you were even alive. You pinched your arm and hissed in pain. The room never changed. Well, you were no longer sleeping. You looked at your hand to see a bandage wrapped around your wrist. Your hands roamed your body to find you were patched up in several areas.

"Did I die?" You asked no one in particular. "I'm a witch so definitely hell,"

"Not quite, but close enough. Although I believe New Orleans is a little piece of heaven," Klaus answered while he leaned on the door. You smiled weakly at him. He wasn't the Mikaelson brother you hoped to see. This was the man that didn't trust you from the beginning. The murders around New Orleans happened when you and Lucien moved here. You started to see Lucien's true colors and warned the Mikaelsons. Elijah was the first to trust you.

"Elijah, is he.... is he?" You stuttered not sure how to ask if his older brother was alive.

"He is currently working with my sisters to figure out what to do with Lucien," he answered. His eyes never leaving you. A sigh escaped your body. You closed your eyes in relief. At least he didn't die. "You were very brave you know. I have known people for decades that betrayed me. You have proven to be quite useful to my family,"

"Glad I can help," you strain knowing what was out there waiting for you. Lucien would strike no doubt. His obsession with ruining Niklaus life made him angry. Your clear betrayal would definitely be your demise at the hands of Lucien. "I need to get out of here. Lucien won't stop until he can make me suffer,"

"My brother is quite taken with you, little witch. I do not believe you will be leaving here today or any day in the near future," he spoke. He walked in the room with his hands behind his back. He looked around the room with his eyes raised before turning his attention back to you.

"I don't understand," you confessed. "I have nowhere to go. The moment I can walk I'm fleeing this place before he gets a hold of me,"

"Does this room not suit your needs? We can fix it up if you'd like," he offered. "You will always have a home here,"

[imaginefan]

You Don't Like Witches

Klaus Mikaelson X Fem!Reader Lucien Castle X Fem!Reader (mentioned.)

Word Count: 840

Requested: Anon

Request: Having a thing for Lucien but Klaus doesn't want you to be with him because he likes you but he doesn't want to admit it but his brother's and sister's know it cause it's obvious but reader witch doesn't see it. One shot the originals. :)

You had known the Mikaelsons for a long time now, you had helped each of them with some kind of problem and when they found out about Hope, they called you to New Orleans to help confirm the pregnancy and then protect the baby.

You had been in New Orleans for months now and that was when Lucien showed up. Klaus had always been an interest of yours but he never seemed to be interested in you and due to his deep mistrust and dislike of witches you figured the best that you could get was friends and Lucien, he was offering you something more than friends.

Klaus seemed to pick up your attitude toward Lucien and decided to confront you about it “what is going on with you and Lucien?” He asked. “What are you talking about, there's nothing going on.” You answered “sorry there’s no relationship for you to manipulate.” “What are you talking about?” Klaus asked “that’s not why I’m asking but he is the enemy.” “You were an enemy once…” You reminded him and he narrowed his eyes on you. “And yet you didn’t try to jump into my bed.” Klaus sneered. “‘M not trying to jump into his bed.” You said through gritted teeth as you finally turned to look at him, his arms were crossed over his chest and you decided that this conversation was going to get you nowhere so instead you walked towards the courtyard where the others had been waiting and likely listening in.

Klaus watched you walk away and go straight to Lucien “nicely handled brother.” Elijah said as he walked up to him. “Enough.” Klaus warned him. “If you want to keep her then you have to tell her otherwise he’ll get her.” Elijah said. “He’s right, you know… She really likes you, otherwise she wouldn’t still be here, no witch has put up with you for this long.” Kol reminded him and he glared at the both of them before looking back down at you, you were walking over to greet Hayley who was holding Hope, the little girl leaned over immediately to fall into your arms and you accepted the affection readily. “Plus she’s good with your daughter, surely that’s worth something.” Kol added as he walked away from his clueless older brother to see his niece.

“Why is your brother burning a hole into the back of my head?” You asked as Kol came to stand next to you. “He’s working something out.” Kol answered. “Does it involve the 100 different ways that he could kill me?” You asked. “Actually quite the opposite.” Kol assured you as he glanced behind you at Klaus, you assumed though you would never turn to look at him. “He’s really staring, did you do something?” Hayley asked. “Apparently he doesn’t like it when I talk to other people.” You answered. “That’s not surprising, he is territorial.” Hayley shrugged “I think it’s the wolf part.” “Stop that.” You ordered “he’s not territorial, he just doesn’t want me talking to the enemy.” “The enemy he lets in his house? Not much of a threat.” She smirked and you narrowed your eyes at her. “Both of you stop, both of them can hear you.” You reminded them and they both looked at you. “I know.” They both said at the same time.

You were putting Hope down for the night after getting her to go to sleep while Klaus dealt with the clean up for the day. “She’s asleep?” Klaus asked as he appeared at the door. “Yeah she’s just fallen asleep.” You answered as you pulled the covers up over her and made sure that her favourite teddy was within reach. “Can I have a word?” He asked and you looked at him and nodded. “Sure.” You answered “as long as you're going to talk to me and reprimand me for the company I keep.” “I wanted to apologise, I should not have told you what friends you can have.” He said and you raised an eyebrow. “You never apologise are you sick or something? Can hybrids even get sick?” You asked walking forward until you were close enough to put your hand on his forehead. Klaus rolled his eyes and caught your wrist pulling you closer while directing your hand away from his head. “Just accept the apology.” He ordered. “Or..?” You asked. “Or I’ll have to try something a little more convincing, little witch.” He answered moving closer. “More convincing?” You asked, he smirked as he leaned forward pressing a kiss to your lips, it was quick, you assumed he was teasing but you followed his lips all the same. “Give me a chance to prove that I can give you everything that you want and more.” He pleaded. “You actually want to do that?” You asked. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked. “You don’t like witches.” You frowned. “I like some of them, you are one of them.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple as you hugged him.

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[maraudereestauderelb]

At Night in New Orleans

Hello Hello,

welcome to a little OS with everybody's (my) favorite vampire: Lucien Castle!

In the next days, I'm also going to post another version of this story with the other girl's POV who's featured in this chapter and it's going to be reader x Kol, so be excited for that!

Let me know if you want to be tagged for that :)

"Looks like we have new guests, ladies.", Josh called from behind the bar, when suddenly a group of people entered the Rousseau's. Cami who was just cleaning up a table groaned, when she realized who of all people in New Orlean's came trotting in. Klaus looked at her with a smug grin before following his sudden best lad Lucien to the bar. The youngest of the Mikaelson brothers Kol took a great look around the room and then decided to strode over to the pool table, where a few guys were having a game and sharing some beers.  

Elijah, the oldest of the three brothers was accompanied by his little minion Tristan and his sister Aurora, who was holding her head held high as she followed them to one of the many tables.  

"Y/N, you'll do the bar with Josh, while Y/BFFs/N and I are taking the orders on the table.", she said to the Y/H/C young woman, who was just drawing two glasses of beer. Camille wasn't going to deal with Klaus tonight, and it seemed like the club was filling up, after the vampires had appeared.  

"You alright doing the bar, or do you want to switch?", Y/BFFs/N had asked her best friend, when she put down a tablet of dirty glasses and threw an annoyed look at Klaus and Lucien who were laughing audibly on their barstools, slamming their palms on the wood and throwing their head back in big motions. It seemed like they had already had their good amount of alcohol before they had arrived in here.  

"I'll be fine, but seems like someone wants something to drink very badly." Your best friend looked up and saw Kol Mikaelson waving at her with a devilish smirk on his lips. "Wish me luck.", she said, but rolled her eyes in annoyance, as she walked over to the pool table. 

Yes, luck was definitely what they needed with this load in here. Both Y/N and Y/BFFs/N were born in New Orleans, so that the city being inhabited by vampires wasn't a big secret to them. 

Though finding out that their high school friend Josh had been turned had been a little shock to them, but in the end, it hadn't changed their friendship a bit, it might have even made it a little stronger.  

The girl handed beer to the couple in front of her, before moving her attention to the new guests. She realized that Klaus had the decency to serve himself a bottle of vodka, from behind the bar together with two glasses. He poured himself one shot after another, laughing and yelling the lyrics to the music that was playing in the bar. Y/N ignored his outrageous behavior, acted like she hadn't seen him nicking that bottle and walked over to them.  

"Hey, can I get you anything?" She knew Cami had told her to always act polite, no matter how much 'you want to punch their faces into a wall', but Y/N had to try very hard.  

"Hello sweetheart, you don't mind me serving myself a little, do you?" 

"Not at all.", she smiled at him with a put-on smile, "As long as you pay." Klaus only laughed at that and lifted his glass to poor his drink, as to say 'cheer to that.', but the young woman had her attention on his friend. She didn't know much about him, only that he was Klaus' friend and a lot of trouble -which wasn't any surprise to her. But Lucien had stopped bellowing to the music with his companion - not that the Original had realized, being way too self-centered to notice anything but himself - instead he was hanging halfway over his stool, looking towards the table, Elijah was sitting with Tristan and his sister.  

Y/N looked him up and down for a second. He was dressed in black pants and a black button down, his dark brown hair was slightly disheveled - probably the drunken state of them, though she had to admit he looked rather handsome with those full lips and these sunken hazel eyes, which were digging into the back of Aurora's head.  

"Excuse me, can I get you anything.", she asked him as well, hoping he'd just ignore her so she could finally move on, but of course with his vampire senses Lucien was easily hearing everything she did down to her heartbeat, so when he turned around and her heart was suddenly beating faster than she had anticipated, Lucien gave her one of his most dashing smiles. "Yes, darling?"  

He looked even more attractive up front, she thought to herself and almost forgot to take a breath.  

"Can I get anything for you?", she tried to sound professional, but the slight stutter in her voice was barely able to be hidden.  

"Whiskey, no ice. And please excuse my friend, he has no manners.", he pointed at Klaus, and Y/N wanted to hit herself for the chuckle that had escaped her.  

Said turned his attention towards their conversation: "No manners? I recall I had learned the complexity of manners before you were even born." "Sure.", Lucien said, but didn't move his gaze from her as she left to get his drink done and winked at her with a smirk, which turned her cheeks a little warmer.  

Trouble, Y/N. Nothing but trouble. 

"What's your name, love?", he just called over the bar table, chuckling and leaned back in his chair, when she came back to give him his drink.  

"None of your business.", she smiled politely and turned around, ready to stalk off. "Well, it's just fair, seeing that you seem to know mine." He raised an eyebrow provokingly, waiting for her to move her attention back to him.  

For a slight second Y/N was fighting with herself. Stop flirting. This will only get you in trouble. But the handsome vampire seemed to be down to play with fire and why not have some fun, when it's just so easily granted.  

She smiled: "Lucien Castle, I suppose it is." 

Said grinned and leaned forward: "One and only, darling." 

"I have heard from you, but it's such a pity you haven't heard from me." 

She grabbed the empty bottle Klaus had slammed back on the table without even looking at them. "Well then make me interested in getting to hear from you." 

Lucien rested his arm onto the bar propping up his upper body, but Y/N only chuckled and walked away with the words: "Something's telling me you already are." 

While she was serving other guests and cleaning up the counter, Lucien hadn't moved his gaze from her. Always a smirk on his lips, when she rolled her eyes at one of the customers. 

He had stopped paying attention to Aurora, who was still sitting at the table, rather bored, while her brother and Elijah were catching up on old time.  

"Hey, Y/N, could you just clean those classes for me, a big group of people just came in and want to order? You're an angel.", Josh said thankful as he walked over to her and put four empty beet glasses down.  

"Sure, no problem." She grabbed them and walked over to the sink turning on the water. She could still feel Lucien's eyes fixed on the back of her head, but she was trying her hardest to ignore him. Scraping the glasses clean, she turned her attention to the opposite direction from where he was sitting, watched Josh serving the new customers who had just arrived. How much she wished she could switch with him right now and wouldn’t have to deal with such an obnoxious asshole. Slightly frustrated she reached for the next glass, but her luck wasn't on her side and her soap covered fingers lost the hold on it, which send it flying into the water filled sink with a big splash. In seconds her white blouse was soaking wet and she groaned annoyed, when she heard the chuckle coming from the counter. 

"Need some help there darling?" The girl's cheeks flushed at his words and threw a look towards her blouse, which was now transparent in the light, making her white bra visible. Great. 

Ignoring his words she stormed into the kitchen, knowing that she always had a spare shirt in her locker. 

She hurried with getting the new blouse, knowing that guests were waiting outside. But as she had just unbuttoned the wet one, the door to the kitchen was pushed open in speed and Lucien was standing in front of her. 

"Hey, Y/N.", he smirked and she heard, how his voice turned darker at the mentioning of her name. And gosh, it made her knees go week.  

"You're not allowed to be back here!", she was angry, pulling her shirt over her bra quickly, but secretly knowing it was no use. 

"Oh? Is that so?", Lucien didn't lose his slightness, instead he came closer, invading her personal space, until her back was pressed against the kitchen counter.  

"So, pretty.", he grinned.  

Y/N wanted to push him away, but with his vampire senses he was faster and grabbed for her wrists.  

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Behave sweetheart, we don't want to cause any attention here, now do we?"  

Despite her wanting to get away from him a second ago, she suddenly was feeling like his words made more sense and she nodded in agreement, dropping her arms to her side. 

"Good girl. Now listen to me. You'll meet me outside the bar after your shift is over, okay? In that alley to the left. You won't make a sound and I promise you, we'll have some fun tonight." She nodded again. Why not? It sounded like a lot of fun and he was handsome, she couldn't deny that. His green eyes were still looking deeply into hers, when he said his last words before disappearing: "Now, go back to work and forget that I was in here. I'll see you after your shift, Y/N."  

The warm summer night breeze hit Y/N, when she made her way out of Rousseau's. Normally she'd go straight home after such an exhausting night, ready to hit the sheets. But not tonight. Her legs automatically walked her towards the dark passage next to the bar and despite the creepy vibe it was sending, Y/N didn't think twice to enter it, when she saw someone leaning against the prick wall.  

"Oh, hello darling. It is so wonderful of you to join me.", a grin spread over Lucien's entire face as he draped his arm around her waist pulling her closer. Y/N chuckled uncomfortably: "Yes, I was actually rather exhausted tonight, but I'm glad I changed my mind and came to see you."  

"That's a good girl. Now do me a favor, don't scream." And before she had the chance to ask what was going on, Lucien had pressed her against the wall and a sharp pain was suddenly piercing through her body. She wanted to push Lucien away, but he had grabbed her wrists placing them over her head, his other hand was pressed firmly against her abdomen, so she wouldn't move. Y/N wanted to scream for help but someone her tongue felt like it was tight into a knot every time she opened her mouth. The vampire's mouth was sucking on the nape of her neck, his razor-sharp teeth were digging into the soft skin. She could feel the blood leaving her system, but all she was able to do was whimper, hoping he would stop.  

A last try she opened her mouth again and whispered: "Please...I don't want to die.", and like she had pulled a plug, the man let go of her neck.  

"Oh, darling. I wasn't going to kill you. I told you we were going to have some fun." The corner of his lip was covered in blood and Lucien took a handkerchief from his pocket wiping it away. As he did so, Y/N took the chance to get away from him. "Na, don't run away love. We haven't even started." He reached for her wrist and pulled her towards his chest again. Once again, her Y/E/C eyes met his green ones.  

"Don't be scared of me." Five simple words, but they suddenly meant so much to her and she felt how she relaxed in his arms. He's right, what should she be scared about, the blood slowly running down her neck. Like a mechanism her hand rushed to her neck, but before she could touch the skin Lucien had gripped her hand to stop her. "Here love, drink this, to stop the bleeding."  

She could see the white of his eyes turning red and blood vessels appearing under them, as he bit into his lower arm. A stream of red blood was running down, dripping to the floor and without thinking twice the young woman took the arm and began to suck the blood from the wound.  

"Just like that, darling." She could feel the numbing pain from her neck disappear and her skin slowly grow back. 

"Now come with me." 

MASTERLIST

[youngfcs]

— Andrew Lees+Lili Reinhart | crackship.

Andrew Lees as Lucien Castle + Lili Reinhart as Betty Cooper [The Originals x Riverdale Crossover]

[daydreaming-nerd]

The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 1

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: I just got this request and I absolutely LOVE it. I have no idea how many parts it will be because it's really parking my imagination. Please feel free to leave a comment! Hearing your guy's feedback is what motivates me to write!

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring. 

Warnings (so far): SA

Word count: 2765

(all photos are from pinterest)

It was like being born, even though I was the ripe age of 435. Well, ripe in the years of fae. It felt like being born, in the sense that I can’t really remember what came before that passing shade of violet. The way his eyes bore into me, and in that moment I knew he felt the tug too. 

Mates. 

I reeled for days, the peonies of spring my only console, my brother had always been so absent minded and utterly consumed with being High Lord. How could the cauldron be so cruel? To mate me to the High Lord of the Night. I spent the next week thinking it had to be a mistake, that my bored mind was playing tricks on me. Yet when the council met the week following, his eyes found me immediately, and I think in that moment I saw him for the very first time. 

I didn’t dare approach him, far too shy and afraid to approach the Lord of Night. Not just  because of what he was, but because of what my brother would say. By basic necessity Tamilin was a good brother, he doted upon me, kept me safe, gave me free roam of the palace. But there was a darkness about him I couldn’t place. It started when he disappeared with our father one night only to come back with two sets of Illyrian wings. I knew whatever happened was wrong, but as a woman in the spring court, I knew better than to open my mouth. Needless to say, Tamlin became High Lord of Spring shortly after, and from the wings mounted on our family walls I knew we had but one enemy, the night court. 

It wasn’t until the third council meeting (the third I was allowed to attend, after I begged my brother to let me go) that the High Lord of Night finally sought me out. 

My brother was busying himself with the politics of Day and Summer, talking the heads off of Helion and Tarquin. I kept to the shadows naturally, avoiding any untoward advances from other High Lords. I tried to stay hidden in my pocket of introvertedness, but then I felt him, and my skin buzzed, like it needed to be touched, to be held.

“You felt it too right?” he purred into the shell of my ear causing the buzzing of my skin to become electric.  

“I did,” I admit pathetically. 

“And you feel it now too,” he whispers as I finally turn to face him. The violet of his eyes pierce my soul and I’m left speechless and unable to move from their gaze. He’s otherworldly, he’s everything, and he’s also completely forbidden. 

“Do you?” I ask, hoping that whatever answer he gives can validate the fire in my bones. 

“I do,” he muses like he loves the game. “Your brother killed my family. He is my sworn enemy and I should hate you.” he breathes. I can feel his resolve slipping along with mine, for every statement he makes I can make an opposing one, “but all I want to do is kiss you right now.” he finishes. 

Fire runs through my veins as a sharp breath passes my lips. I feel my brother's presence and I evade myself from the High Lord of Night’s cage. My brother whisks me off to the Spring Court once more, but not before I glance back one last time to see that shade of violet I had already learned to look for in a crowd. 

That was a week ago. 

I stand in the foyer of the castle with my brother and Lucien as we prepare to join the council once again this week. 

“You look ravishing as always,” Lucien muses, eyes wandering me like they’re hungry. 

“It’s not often my brother lets me out of the house, I have to make a good impression somehow,” I say backhandedly. All I get in return is a sideways glance from Tamiln as we are taken to court. Today the meeting  resides in Tarquins’s court. It changes once a week to allow all High Lord’s to have the upper hand. The sea salted mist hits my face and the warm rays of the sun tan my skin as we walk into the council. 

When we arrive he’s already there. He stands out amongst the rest, not just because he’s dressed in black, but because he’s the most beautiful male I’ve ever seen. The definition of a forbidden fruit. As if to tempt me, Tamilin unknowingly  sits directly across from the High Lord of Night making it so I can’t lift my head without meeting the violet of his eyes. If you had asked me to recall the events the council discussed, I couldn’t, the only word left on my tongue was Night. Talk of tithes and power checks drifted over my head. The only thing to rouse me from my trance was the scraping of wooden chairs across marble floors, signaling that the council meeting had adjourned and that the more foundational political talks of High Lords would begin. 

I took it as my queue to step out onto one of the many terraces of the Summer Court. The room where the council was held was stifling. I thought that the breeze of the ocean might cool my skin, but no matter where I went that deafening heat followed.  

“I was hoping I would see you again,” purred a voice from behind me. 

I turned to find that piercing violet once more. “Of course why wouldn’t I be at the council meetings?” I ask, trying to act like I won’t be replaying this conversation in my mind when I return to bed tonight. 

“You’ve only been to four council meetings now, and your brother has a habit of keeping you locked up in the Spring Court.” he trails, drawing closer to the railing of which I’m leaning upon. 

“Well I intend to be at all of them from here on out,” I state.

“Any particular reason why?” he asks with a playful tone in his voice and I know what he’s insinuating. 

“Because I wish to be a part of the governing of my court, even though I am just a woman,” I say, evading his innuendo. 

“That’s a shame if you were part of my court you wouldn’t have such phrases like ‘just a woman’” he states almost as if he’s upset with the phrase. 

“I highly doubt that, women aren’t equals in any court,” I scoff. 

“What about Kallias and Viviane?” he asks. 

“What about them?” 

“Kallias sees Viviane as his equal, she is his mate and his High Lady,” he explains, stepping even closer to me, close enough that my skin starts to buzz again. 

“Viviane is special, everyone knows that,” I justify. 

“And you’re not?” he muses and my skin goes from buzzing to electrifying in three words. I feel his fingertips grazing my hand as if asking for permission. 

“My Lord we can’t do this,” I breathe out. 

“Call me Rhysand,” he says, stepping even closer. 

I step to the side, avoiding his advances, “My Lord, I won’t do this, I can’t do this.” I affirm. 

I see him bristle from my reluctance to call him by his name, “You’ll give into the idea of us. When you’re lying in that cold bed high up in the spring court thinking of all the ways I could warm it for you. When you’ve spent the week with nothing but this conversation on your mind,” he leans down to whisper in my ear. “This time next week you will beg for me to touch you, and I’ll happily oblige, mate.”

I’m so taken aback by his words that I can’t even form a quick witted response, I simply slid away and tried my best not to look back at him as I felt his gaze pierce my back. I nearly slam into Viviane and Kallias. 

“Y/n are you alright?” Viviane asks. 

“Yes, just feeling the heat of the summer court,” I lie, fanning my face. 

“Then you should come home with us today, it’s been so long since we had a girls night. I wish for your company." She smiles while taking my hand. 

“Shall we go home sister?” Tamilin appears, Lucien in tow. 

“Actually I think I’ll spend the night in the winter court with Viviane, she’s right,” I look at her and smile. “We haven’t had a girls night in quite a long time.”  

“Very well, I won’t get in the way of your sinful gossiping,” Tamilin smiles and leads Lucien away with him. 

If the summer court is sea salt and sun, then the winter court is pine and fresh fallen snow. Though they are opposites in every way, they are stunning in their own right, like all courts are. I’ve been here many times before to sit and talk with Viviane, she’s one of the only other ladies of nobility my age and a fierce friend. It’s not uncommon for me to spend a couple days here in the winter court, with Viviane and Kallias. 

I sit among a bed of furs near a warm fire adjacent to Viviane as Kallias pours both me and his mate a glass of red wine. 

“Thank you dear,” she smiles, kissing him on the cheek before he leaves us to gossip. 

“You and Kallias really are a perfect match,” I beam and Vivianane knows me well enough to know that there's a sadness there. 

“You’ll find it too someday, your mate. I know you will,” she assures me. “Now tell me, what of Lucien?” 

I roll my eyes taking a sip of my wine, “He’s still insufferable. The other day he backed me into a wall and if one of my ladies maids hadn’t walked in I swore he would’ve had his way with me.” 

She lets out an airy laugh, “I still can’t believe Tamiln allows him to play with you like that. He’s so fiercely protective of you with everyone else.” she says, taking a sip of her own wine. 

“Lucien is his best friend, he wouldn’t deny him anything, even his little sister.” I point out. 

“I suppose you’re right,” she smirks. The night is filled with goblets of wine and laughter as we continue to talk about the high lords of Prythian. We even go as far as to talk about her and Kallais’ sex lives, to which Kallias promptly came in laughing taking his wife to bed. 

I trudge down the hall to the bedroom the High Lord and Lady had set aside just for me a few years ago. I fall into the plush mattress, the world slightly spinning around me. The second I am left alone with my thoughts I recall the feeling of Rhysand’s breath on my neck and I shiver. 

The room spins and I feel my skin grow hot with need, my heart beats faster and my  head is drunk with that shade of violet. My hand subconsciously drifts down my body. 

You’re drunk? A voice cuts through my head. 

I sit up right and look around the room. The only thing I find is the flickering of the fireplace against the walls. 

The same voice chuckles and speaks again, No I am not in the room with you my mate.

“How are you doing this?” I ask in my head.

The daemati gift, and of course, I am your mate. The High Lord croons. 

“Get out of my head” I grumble. 

But you called for me, I can feel your… excitement.

“Then you're mistaken,” I hiss.

We both know that’s not true darling. 

“Goodnight,” I groan, rolling over to go to bed.

Goodnight, darling

The following days are long. Despite my better wishes there is a part of me that yearns to see the High Lord of Night again. I waltz through the spring court, picking flowers for the dinner table and evading Lucien’s advances. At night I find myself obsessively reading the romance novels I keep beside my bed. On one night in particular a certain scene in my book makes my toes curl and my thighs clench. My fingers skim the pages and the roughness of them is almost heightened. 

My my my, what a dirty book. That voice croons into my mind.

“Get out of my head,” I gripe. 

I can’t help myself when I feel your body react as it does. He purrs. 

“How on earth can you ‘feel’ my body?” I roll my eyes.

Like this. 

A tug reverberates through my body. Like there’s a string in the pit of my stomach that he just pulled. The sensation causes me to lose a breath as further arousal goes to my legs. He lets out a dark chuckle. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” I order him

But you loved it so much, He purrs and I can practically feel him smirking in my head. 

“You’re an insufferable bastard High Lord,” I growl at his persistence. 

Call me Rhysand. 

“I see no reason to drop informalities, my lord.” I quip back. 

My name will fall from your lips one day, and when it does I’ll be sure to swallow it with my own. Until then, I’ll leave you with this. Goodnight darling. 

I feel another tug at the bond reverberating through me and I nearly let out a moan at the feeling. I snuggle into my sheets that suddenly feel as if they are constricting around my body. I toss and turn and try to push all thoughts from my mind, but I can’t stop the idea of the High Lord's lips on mine. His night black hair in my hands, the way his moans might fall from those lips.

The next morning I take my breakfast in one of the lounge areas, still reeling from last night. My thoughts still wander to the image of his face, and how his eyes light me on fire. The door opens and a head of auburn hair pokes in. 

“Forgive me, I didn’t know you were in here,” Lucien says like he has regret, yet he sits down across from me. 

“No worries, I'm almost finished eating,” I reply, placing my tea down and getting ready to get up.. 

“And I secretly hoped to spend some time with you,” he sighs, sinking into the couch. 

“Perhaps later, I wanted to read in the garden,” I stand and make my way towards the door. 

“Perhaps now,” he growls. I feel a cold hand grasp my arm hauling me into the wall. 

“Lucien,” I hiss as my back is pressed into the wall, his frame looming over mine. 

“You are such a tease,” he smirks before kissing my neck hungrilly. His hands roam my body pulling me impossibly close. 

“I’ve never once given you any inclination that I wanted you,” I gripe at him. 

“That’s what makes you so desirable my dear,” he practically moans into my neck. 

I gather my strength and push him off of me, “I’ll remind you that I am Tamlin’s little sister and while he favors you his favor only goes so far. One word from me and he’ll send you back to the Autumn Court.” I growl at him, and it seems to be enough as he backs away and leaves me to reel from what just happened in silence. 

I sit down on the couch and take deep breaths to ground myself. 

What’s going on? Are you alright? That voice like glorious night cuts through my mind and I almost feel thankful for how it brings me back to reality. 

“Yes I’m fine,” I say back. 

What happened? I felt your fear through the bond.

“It’s nothing, just Lucien.” I dismiss him. 

Did he touch you? 

I almost swore I heard anger laced in his voice. “Well I am his favorite plaything,” I roll my eyes.

And Tamlin allows him to touch you like this? 

“As long as my virtue isn’t completely compromised so that I am still of value when he inevitably marries me off, yes. He doesn’t care.” I divulge, and quite stupidly I realize. 

As if I needed another reason to hate him.

“He is still my brother, my Lord,” I remind him, though I secretly feel the same. 

Don’t you mean, Rhysand?

“No I don’t, my Lord,” I say, drawing out the last words. 

I’ll see you tomorrow my darling, I relish the idea of seeing you in the golden light of the day court. 

[sapchat]

Ways to add simple little details to Prythian in your stories!

For the Autumn Court this one is basic and many people use it: Males gift their fiancées, wives, mates fox kits as a symbol of their love and good luck with the relationship. To make it sadder, Beron never did this for Lady A, so when Eris found out about this tradition he got his mom one!

For the Dawn Court: Like how the night court Illyrians put the women down, what if the Dawn Court was the opposite and the Peregryn females would put the males down. In the real world male birds are held to a high standard for breeding, I feel like Peregryn instincts would cause this and it just gives more to a story than the females constantly being the abused. Also they’re stomach/side sleepers. I talk more about this below with the night court just to not repeat myself.

Day Court is full of bastards. You can NOT convince me that it isn’t. Helion is laying the fucking pipe like he’s discovered oil. And the reason I feel this is because of @florencemtrash ‘s story “The Shadow and the Inkbird” (also it’s really good go read it if you haven’t) where the MFC is Helions bastard, and meets Lucien and instantly realizes that they’re halfsiblings. And I was like ya know the Day Court is probably like Game of Thrones Dorne. Dorne is know for their bastards almost every persons name in that city is ‘Sand’ because they’re all bastards basically. So I just KNOW that Helion probably has other kids than just Lucien. And everyone in that court is fucking.

Summer Court has mermaids. It’s basic, it’s simple and it’s true. There’s mermaids.

Night Court, listen we already now a lot about the Nigh Court but this pertains to Illyrian’s so I feel it’s different. They’re stomach/side sleepers. They are. You can’t tell me that two massive wing sticking out of your back would allow you to lay on your back. It can’t be comfortable. Like have you ever tried sleeping with like a ponytail/claw clip in? It ain’t nice. Now imagine it with two that sit right beside your shoulder blades and the clips are like 3ft long? Idk how long the base would be but like probably pretty fucking long to allow actual flight capabilities. Also when they sleep on their side they just have their wings straight out, now like laying on one and the other out. They’ve got big ass beds for a reason spread out. (Cassian fully takes up a bed like star fish style just on his stomach. Nesta is sick of it.)

Spring Court, during the Spring Equinox the High Lord chooses someone to dress up and hand out spring gifts to family’s (usually kids). When Tamlin became High Lord he appointed himself to do so. During this time Tamlin also gives many of the less fortunate families something they can later use for the Tithe.

Winter Court puts on a celebration for the children called Three Kings Day. Family’s with children are welcomed to the castle(? Do they have castles…?) and the bakers leave a cake outside the doors of the family, inside the cakes (this is a real thing from Puerto Rico/France/Spain too btw, the cake is called la galette des rois (Kings Cake)) are toys/coins. Whichever children find them get to wear a crown for the day and called Kings/Queens (Kallias started the tradition that all kids get to do this, he’s a softy).

[sunshinebingo]

@elucienweekofficial Day 7 - AU

Elucien x Howl's Moving Castle. Imagine...

Lucien is a charming wizard with the reputation of being a heartless heart eater on whom a witch has placed a spell. Elain, a seemingly quiet but strong-minded girl who has been cursed by the same witch, has to leave her home and seek help at the infamous wizard's cottage. What they don't suspect is that their only chance at setting themselves free lies in each other.

With a magic cottage, a horrid witch, a few demons and some shenanigans that are sure to arise, both Elain and Lucien will come to realise that there's always far more to things and to people than first meets the eye.

Let us hope that they will forgo their prejudices and admit that their happily ever after starts with being together.

[acourtofthought]

So I saw your ask about Elain and why she’s your favorite character, what scenes made you like her, headcanons.

I was wondering if wondering if you answer those same questions but with Lucien ❤️

Hi there ❤️ and here you are:

1. Why is Lucien one of your favorite characters?

Lucien is the guy you aren't automatically programmed to want in romantasy. He's not dark and brooding, he doesn't have blue, gray, green, or black as night eyes, he doesn't have shadow powers, he doesn't hate everyone and everything but her. Really, he's the comic relief who in most other series would remain a side character. But what Sarah has done with the comic relief is make him hot. Muscular. With gorgeous red hair. Really intelligent. With a secret heritage that's going to make him just as powerful as the other most powerful players in their world.

Sarah has taken the sidekick and set him up to be just about as powerful as the lead of her trilogy. It's almost unheard of.

But he's been such a good guy the entire time. He's not betraying people, stabbing them in the back. He's not hounding Elain, trying to snark his way into gaining her attention, not seducing her, not trying to make her jealous. Dude could probably wipe out Az if he wanted at this point with the hints of his Day Court powers beginning to peak through but instead he just stands aside and lets everyone do their thing even if he's hurt as a result.

Lucien is not only fantasy book boyfriend material but he's also a lot closer to real life boyfriend material, the kind who is already mature all on his own and readily apologizes for his mistakes, where he doesn't need a girl to fix him.

Where so many other MMCs are carbon copies of one another Lucien stands out as being one of a kind.

2. Is there a specific scene that made you like him?

Literally every scene. I was a Rhys girlie during my first read but he hasn't stood up to the test of time. Not that I hate Rhys now or anything but there's been many MMC since then who rank much higher for me. Lucien remains in my top 5 and I can't even imagine what it would feel like to have an entire book from his POV.

While I love every scene he's in I was beside myself getting his POV in ACOWAR.

3. What theories/headcanons do you have for Lucien?

Possible contender for High King wielding Gwydion, that his beast form might be a dragon, that he and Elain performing Calanmai might stop the lands from dying further, that he'll be the one to break through the spells and wards at the Human Queens castle.

[achaotichuman]

Warning, lengthy ACOTAR villain headcanon ramble ahead. Villain discussed: Ianthe and the Hybern Twins.

God I fucking hate how SJM turned Ianthe into a rapist, you're telling I can't make a hundred posts going on and on about my Ianthe and how this bad bitch absolutely was strutting the cat walk of running the world without anyone thinking twice about her because she's that fucking smart that she outwitted one of the most hyper-aware High Lords, all because Miss Maas decided she wanted to make all her female villains sex offenders because she doesn't know how to write them.

I'm going to anyway.

Also like, the twins were *definitely* possessed by Valgs right? Like, we can all see that? Right????

Come onnnnn, the potential story!!!! Dagdan and Brannagh hangin about the Hybern castle while Tamlin was there as a kid, and him ending up just following them around whenever his father dumps him and he's afraid of Amarantha or someone else finding him, and whelp, they're the only ones who haven't been mean to him so might as well follow em right?

And then the twins are like

Brannagh: "Uhm... want a beer?"

Dagdan: "HE'S FOUR"

Brannagh: "I DON'T KNOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HIM???"

And then he just ends up hanging out with them every time he's there, like they're his cool cousins, and they teach him Hybern traditions and fighting techniques, and help horn his skill. Like Tamlin is wickedly observant and despite never wanting the crown, he is grade-A certified for the job, mans eliminated slavery without a single thought, that kind of ruling does take some knowledge. Yet, he's terrible with people. COME ON THE TWINS TRAINED HIM

"Oh but Asher, the incest"

No no no, they're aro/ace, and don't show any sexual attraction towards Ianthe, and Feyre, having the biggest crush on Ianthe, sees the twins not tryna jump her and immediately assumes incest. Which, is only half-relatable Fey fey. I get the whole crush part, but you jumped to conclusions a little there.

Back to the Valg possession theory. Imagine if the twins were like, "Hey uncle, what you're doin is a little uncool, we're gonna dip."

KoH: "..."

KoH: "Shove em in the Cauldron and see what happens."

Blah, blah, blah I didn't pay attention in TOG when they were explaining Valg demons, blah blah blah, possession, dark magic, etc etc

You get the idea.

(They were gonna dip and not help Prythian out at all, unless asked by Tamlin because they don't actually care. They just don't really want to hurt Tamlin)

Now the KoH has two obedient highly trained slaves that he wants to use, and Tamlin volunteers to have them at his Court, because when he went to Hybern, Tammy was like

"Omg, I could just get my cool cousins in spirit to help me out, they've always been there for me whenever I was in Hybern, surely they'd help out-... What? Oh their souls have been eaten and their just mindless demons now? Okay, cool.... *broken sobs cause more of his family is dead*,"

So now Tams got the twins at his place and he's also desperately trying to find a way to get them unpossessed cause he is absolutely not losing anyone else. And then boom, Feyre and Lucien kill them, they both dip, Ianthe's later killed and oh no, now all his family is dead or has left him. That was counter-productive.

Basically, I am describing the biggest angst fic ever. Ianthe, being not a rapist, but the baddest bitch in Prythian who is holding all the strings, she's got a list... of all the people that once double crossed her, she's checking it twice... to see which ones she wants to kill immediately and which ones she wants to have publicly tortured. She's using her friendship with Tamlin as a means to manipulate him and prop herself up to get close to the Cauldron so she can use it.

This fic would also absolutely have a scene of Tamlin on his knees sobbing and begging the twins to come back because goddamnit he fucking needs them, and know they're still in there, and they're just not but he can't accept it.

I also feel like Ianthe would enlist the twins (and probably Jurian) as her evil little henchmen. Jurian just here cause he likes making fun of Ianthe when Feyre is inevitably fucking everything up, but not in the cool protagonist fucks up the evil villains plan way, no, Feyre is just being unhinged and Ianthe can't deal with this, and Jurian is NO HELP

There'd be a scene where Ianthe angrily throws her robes on the floor screaming "I QUIT, I QUIT, I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE" and storms off. Jurian picks it up and puts it on and pretends to be her, and Ianthe runs back to snatch it off him.

Ofc remove all the sexual predatory behaviour (Ianthe might be a villain, but she is the High Priestess and she has to be an example, afterall she wants all this power because she believes the Priestesses should be in charge of everything)

Like, Ianthe is just this unbelievably strong-willed, intelligent and powerful person, then you also have Lucien, who is... the exact same, just minus all of the evil. DO NOT TELL ME THEY WOULDNT SASS EACH OTHER TO HECK AND BACK

Tamlin turns his back for five seconds and they are snapping. Dramatically tossing their hair at each other, the doors are being slammed like a teenager releasing their pubescent angst.

Also, Ianthe x Elain, come on.

In summary, I have a massive crush on Ianthe, and I think the twins could have *so cool*

This is my entirely unedited thoughts on this subjects, it is late, and I sleepy. If you made it to the end of this, you get a little gold star.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi loved a court of hope and second chances , wondered if you could possibly write where eris meets her ( I feel like he wpuld love his little sister)

I just had this urge to revisit this... Could be read as a standalone piece of Eris meeting his sister. ✌🏼😭

Hope

One thing was certain. Eris didn't expect to get a letter from Lucien. Things in autumn had been uneasy and he was so busy, so deep in all the shit that he had even forgotten about anything else. That there was indeed a world beyond these suffocating walls. That there were people who cared about him. Who could even miss him. Feel the absence of him.

Just the minute that letter landed in the fireling's hands, Eris had dismissed everyone. Ushering them away coldly. Rushing to his upper-level rooms. Before harshly slamming the door. Staring at it. Almost burning holes in the paper. It wasn't like him to hesitate but he just couldn't help it. Something told him that this was important. Had it finally happened? Had something bad happened?

"Missed you at the arrival party. It's a girl, healthy and strong. Y/N sends wishes. Come visit us soon. Lucien", it read. Eris just gripped the letter harder. Reading over and over and over. A girl. Weirdly enough it felt like his stomach had done a flip. Or was there something flustering there? He did feel guilty for missing the grand party, which Eris was sure Helion threw. Yet he hoped you weren't too upset with him. He constantly sent you flowers and apple tarts that you craved often. A smile paints Eris's lips. A smile he doesn't even catch. That escapes him and is only seen by the night around him.

The days leading to the tea party that now was arranged had Eris in crumbles because what do you gift a child? A baby... A girl... He was so used to crafting wooden swords and bouts. Surely, a girl would have no use with that. Not that he was being sexist here. He had seen some seriously dangerous females. And there was a handful he respected more than any man. But it still felt wrong. Too rough for something so delicate and fragile.

Yet nothing compared to how much of a mess he was going to be the day he was stood by the outside gate. Hands full of stuff. He had wanted to turn away and go back at least a dozen times. He even winnowed further from the castle so no one would see him stalling and fidgeting. He was this big bad guy. Someone who everyone hated so what business did he have here? And to let him see the baby? Maybe no one would even let him... Maybe he was only imagining that...

But it all in a way melted away when Eris saw you rushing down the stairs. Hands open as you moved to embrace him. "Shouldn't you be in bed still and not run down the stairs like...", he muttered as you nuzzled into his chest. Eris let out a content sigh. A wave of calmness rushed through him. "I'm quite well. Plus, I'm too excited to see you. It's been so long", you cupped his face gently and Eris leaned into it without a second thought. Only now realizing just how much he missed your presence.

"I smell a pie", you whispered and Eris couldn't help but let out a laugh, "I think I brought half of the bakery with me", he handed you one of the boxes, "Do leave a bite of that strawberry tart for me. Hadn't stopped thinking about it", you only hummed in response already pulling at the lavender ribbon.

But Lucien appeared up the stairs. A bundle of light mossy green in his arms. Eris's heart stopped for a second. He couldn't move. Couldn't say anything. He just looked. Lucien was so happy. That itself could have brought Eris to tears. Gone was the broken gaze, the coldness of trauma that bound him. He was shining brightly just as Eris knew he was always meant to be.

Then, when Lucien was close enough, Eris's eyes landed on the sweetest golden eyes he had ever seen. Eyes that were staring right at him now too. Eyes that were so Vanserra-like. Eyes like Licien's. Eyes like Eris's. The strawberry blonde hair in some way held a light sheen of ginger too. Eris opened his mouth but nothing came out. Not a single word. Not a single sound. He felt your palm softly squeezing his shoulder and he quickly nodded. Not sure at what or why.

"I... I..", he muttered, turning to the bag that was to his left, "I brought her this", Eris pulled out a tiny plush fox with a golden cape, "I made this and you don't have to", "Oh Eris, dear, it so beautiful. She will love it", you said softly, eyes suddenly starting to burn from the way both of them cared for her. For how much she meant without even realizing it. How many hearts was she healing with just being here? Breathing. Growing.

Eris brushed a tear with the back of his hand quickly. "Would you like to hold her?", you asked softly, "Look at how she's looking at you", Lucien laughed softly at how the tiny babe had practically stopped blinking at the share mesmerizing daze of Eris. But the fireling quickly shook his head, "I shouldn't and it's not like...", he backed away slightly. But you could tell. Could see where the root of this decline lay. The horrible Eris Vaserra. Cunning bastard. Bloodthirsty monster. He was afraid to tarnish her. Harm her in some way.

But you weren't gonna let it happen. You gently took the babe from Lucien's arms. Bouncing her a couple of times before turning to Eris, "Hold your hands out just like Lucien just had", "Y/N, I don't think that this is the best idea", Eris muttered but you quickly frowned at him, giving him one of your looks that he by now knew meant no good. So rarely did he obey but he did.

A breath hitched in Eris's throat as the weight of the babe settled in his arms. He didn't even realize he had his eyes closed until the tangle of tiny hands reaching all around brushed his chest and Eris's eyes shot open. No, truly, he was convinced that he had never seen such beauty. Such a pure and radiant soul. The babe babbled at him. And the moment their eyes properly met the most happy gummy smile was flashed his way. Eris let out a breathy giggle. Unable to hold himself back. "Hello, little light", the fireling said softly, brushing his finger over her brow line, making the little girl squeeze her eyes at the tickly sensation.

"I said to Father that she's a little white fox - mix of our fire and day court sun", Lucien leaned closer to make a face earning a happy squeal and Eris couldn't help the swell in his chest. The way his heart seemed to grow and grow. "She is, Lu, she's just that", Eris said in agreement, not sure if he wanted to look at the babe or the way his brother had the joy of becoming an older sibling.

You let your gaze fall onto the three siblings, soaking in the beauty that true love brought them. Knowing how loved and protected the little girl was. No doubt those two alone would tear kingdoms and courts apart just for her. A shared laugh filled the room as she reached up grasping Eris's nose, grumbling happily. "A name?", the oldest Vanserra asked after letting the never stilling hand wrap around his finger, running his finger subconsciously over her tiny fist. Your eyes sparkled some more as you nodded your head, "Little Hope".

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A court of Hope and Second Chances masterlist

[climbthemountain2020]

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - Ch. 3

Ch.3/5 | Ao3

Elucien Holiday Fic for the @acotargiftexchange

I forgot to post my art yesterday, so you get a triple surprise today, @itsybitsybluesy <3

NSFW in big, red letters! :)

Lucien POV

Lucien woke up with the sun in his eyes and his cock in his hand. It was late, later than he normally slept, and the night spent drinking with Jurian while Elain and Vassa had gone into town to help prepare the village for the coming celebrations was not doing him any favors. 

He was hard as he gripped himself, his hand tight around the base, even in sleep. He felt as though he were about to burst from his own skin, every second bringing him closer to potentially just collapsing from the tension of it all. Beron hadn’t been able to kill him. Neither could his brothers or Amarantha. But Elain and her sugared lips, the smell of her arousal swimming in the air between them, might just do him in. 

Here lies Lucien Vanserra, died of perpetual edging. 

He lazily stroked up once and then again, closing his eyes as he tried to focus. Tried to imagine it was Elain’s soft, delicate hands wrapped around him instead of his own. He was so achingly hard that it hurt, the urge to drive into something so overwhelming he could barely see.

A crash from downstairs told him it was time to stop moping with his hand in his pants. With all the willpower that he still possessed, Lucien removed his hand from his undershorts, pulled up to sitting on the edge of the bed, and stretched. Could he dip just his lower body into a bath of ice cold water? Perhaps that was the best course of action. 

He rolled his eyes as another crash sounded downstairs, accompanied this time by the sounds of shouting and annoyed voices. Jurian and Vassa must be awake, then. They sounded annoyed, but honestly it could just be a normal conversation between the two of them. They were at each other’s throats as often as they were under the sheets. And against the shed. And on the couches. 

Lucien grimaced. 

He did love living here with his friends, but he’d also learned what to expect. He hoped they were behaving with Elain around. 

When he finally emerged downstairs, the two had moved to the kitchen, finishing the remnants of breakfast. Jurian’s hand was on Vassa’s back, and it looked like he was comforting her. 

“I’m just so sad. I was really looking forward to it.” 

Lucien grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon and slid into the eating nook. “What’s going on?”

“Something happened in the village. A shipment was missed, and now the whole village might be going without their Christmas ceremony.” 

Vassa typically ruled from afar at their house in the woods. She returned to the castle on the other side of the village a week each month, Jurian in tow, to deal with necessities that couldn’t be dealt with at a distance. 

This did not seem like something that could be dealt with at a distance.

“We were supposed to go pick the tree today.” The disappointment is Vassa’s face was clear. Lucien knew full well how hard the past few years had been for Vassa, and he knew how much she’d been looking forward to a real, normal holiday in her own home. 

Jurian rubbed his hand over her shoulder. “It’s alright, love. We’ll go to the castle, sort out what’s happened, and be back by tonight.”

“But the tree–”

“We can get the tree. I can help Lucien.” He nearly jumped out of his skin at Elain’s sweet voice so close behind him. He’d been so focused on the conversation, the steady beat of her heart so close the past few days, that he hadn’t heard it getting louder. It was hard to sneak up on Lucien, but Elain continued to in more ways than one. 

“This could take all day.”

“That’s alright. I didn’t have any plans. Did you, Lucien?” Her sweet voice aimed at him sent shivers down his spine. 

“No. None for me.”

Vassa’s eyes searched them both, wide from hope and relief, then narrowing with mischief and understanding. “Perfect, then. Elain and Lucien will get the tree, and we can all decorate it tonight. Thank you both so much for doing this.”

Elain smiled. “What else were we going to do all day?”

Lucien could certainly think of a few things. 

+++

The woods were quiet as they trekked out into them, a light snow falling, but not yet cold enough for it to stick to anything but the branches and leaves. The way Elain kept looking around captivated him. It wasn’t like she never saw snow in Velaris, but Lucien doubted Elain spent much time out in the wilds surrounding the city alone. It was peaceful here, nothing but the occasional chirping of cardinals through the quiet air. The forest floor was coated in fallen pine needles, muffling the sound so everything seemed cushioned, quiet, contained, and just for them. 

The flakes of snow caught in her long hair and eyelashes and sat for just seconds before melting. With her bright eyes and flushed cheeks, Lucien thought she’d never been more beautiful. He sent a small burst of warmth her way, willing it to encircle her as they walked. It was simple magic, just parlor tricks really, but it was something small he could do for her out here. He saw her relax, her shoulders dropping as they continued on. 

“I like when you do that.” The simple admission had him fighting for composure.

“Do what?” He grinned when she looked back at him with a knowing expression. 

“I didn’t know it was you, at first. I thought, perhaps, it was an enchantment on Feyre’s gardens to help keep me warm. It wasn’t until the day you saw me pulling the brambles from the crocuses that I realized it had been you all along.”

It had been you all along.

He played the words again in his mind. It hadn’t been what she meant, but the sound of it sounded so good in his mind, he’d wondered if he was hallucinating.   

“It’s the least I could do.” She hummed in response, pressing forward into the trees. The Human Lands were not like Prythian, Lucien had found. Their evergreens grew in specific areas deep in the forest. Last year, Vassa and Jurian had explained to him that trekking deep into the woods to find a tree was part of the fun. He wasn’t sure he bought it. 

It was , however, gorgeous out today. The snow fell lightly around them, and he loved how his lungs burned a bit with a deep inhale. Lucien had grown up in the woods, though it rarely snowed in Autumn, and he did love a good walk through the trees. Sometimes, even after he’d moved to Spring, he’d be in the woods and think he heard the trees speaking to him. His apathetic nature told him to brush it off as his mind playing tricks on him, but the Autumn woods he grew up in felt older than time itself, and reminded him that there was also magic within them that ancient, too. It was never wise to discount anything, even in the Human Lands. He tried to listen closely, see what secrets the pines might have for him as they were slowly but steadily covered with snow, but these specific trees seemed to tell him the same thing he already knew as he passed the same copse for the third time: they were lost.

He was attempting to lead the way, keep to the path that he thought he remembered from last year. His instincts told him that they were close, and he could smell the very specific type of pine in the air, but he had slowed a bit to try and track it. 

“Are you sure you aren't lost?” Elain looked at him coyly as she asked, teasing him a bit as she did. 

“I’m not lost,” he deadpanned. He’d be mortified to be lost in the woods. A son of Autumn, twisted up somehow in the forest. 

“Do you know where we’re going then?” 

“Elain, I know what the definition of lost is. I know where we are.” Lucien did not know where they were. 

“Oh?” The amusement in her voice was barely contained. He thought, with anyone else, he might be annoyed. But this teasing back and forth between them was so new, and so special, he couldn’t bear to think of her stopping. “You could have fooled me.”

The image of him taking her over his knee flashed through his mind unbidden. He wanted to spank the sass out of her until she saw white. Begged for reprieve, begged for more. He had to shake his head to dislodge the image, playing it off as shaking the snow from his locks. When he looked back, she was still, and her eyes were on him.

“What?”

“What are you thinking about?” She lifted the corner of her mouth into a smirk as she asked, a single eyebrow quirking up.  

The image of her bare-assed across his lap screaming his name into the open air flashed through his mind. 

“N-nothing.” He stuttered. Lucien stuttered. Lucien was nothing if not well spoken, and she’d caught him off guard enough that she’d made him stutter. 

Elain’s grin reached from ear to ear, as though she were seeing directly into his mind and daring him to lie. “Mmhmm.” 

She turned, digging in her satchel for the water she’d brought. Lucien watched her undo the lid, pull it to her lips, and take a drink. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. He turned slightly to adjust himself in his pants outside of her carefully watching eyes before he got his own water. 

He’d never felt so uncontrolled with anyone before, Elain’s every action setting him adrift. Lucien was always in control, always the flirt. He was never tongue tied or nervous, but with Elain, he wanted to do everything perfectly. After the moment in the kitchen yesterday, things had hit a tipping point. Elain had made herself clear, and he wondered if that wasn’t enough permission to move forward. He’d said he’d let her lead, but hadn't she? Twice now in as many days she’d sent him an open invitation with her eyes, her lips, her fingers, even through the bond. Perhaps it was Lucien’s turn. 

He tried to meet her eyes again, but they were trained on his body as he leaned against the wide trunk of a snowy oak. 

Elain shivered, though Lucien suspected this time that it was not from the cold. 

“Are you cold, Elain?” He purposefully drew out her name, his tongue flicking the last syllable delicately as her eyes whipped back to his, that delicious blush spreading across her skin for him. 

“I’m fine.” She was breathless, caught in the act. Lucien felt some of that control back in his hands. If he wanted this, he needed to push her. She was always free to refuse him; it would be nothing new. And as always, he would respect her wishes. But Lucien needed to know, and to know, he had to prod her a little. It was now or never.

“I’m sure you could set a fire, if we needed one.” The words were out. He watched her expression change from confusion, to understanding, to worry, to embarrassment, to defensiveness. 

“What did you just say?” 

Gotcha. 

“I said,” he took two careful steps closer to her across the small clearing. “I’m sure that if we needed a fire, then you would be the one to call.”

Her eyes flashed at the words. “I’m certain I don’t know what you mean.” 

“I know it’s you, Elain.” He’d suspected when she was late for Solstice, her heart pounding and her normally light scent peppered with hints of smoke and sulfur. She hadn’t smelled of someone else when he’d scented her in jealousy, but she had smelled like a puff of wild flame and fireworks. When everyone had panicked that night, her sense of calm, if not irritation, over the whole thing convinced him further.

She looked so indignant in front of him, like a child ready to stomp her foot. “How?”

His responding smile was wicked. “I didn’t, actually, but you just confirmed it for me.” 

Her eyes narrowed and rolled. 

“I felt you come in late on Solstice, then only a few hours later a new little event was discovered.” Something sparked in her eyes. Was it the attention someone had finally paid to her? Enough to track and unravel her adventurous little hobby?

After a moment of tense silence, her eyes locked on his in speculation, she threw up her hands. “I get bored, okay? Sometimes, they’ll just leave me for days. To cook, to clean, to garden. It’s like they see right through me. Sometimes I think they’d walk right through me if they could. It’s like I’m not even there.” 

The smile fell from Lucien’s face then with the sadness welling so clearly beneath her frustration. Elain was pacing around the clearing in front of him as she spoke, gesturing wildly. He’d never seen her so emotional. Lucien had only meant to provoke her a bit, to have a little fun. He didn’t expect her to tell him that she felt invisible. 

“You set the fires so they would notice you?”

She stopped, her hands coming up to rub furiously at her eyes. 

“Yes? No. I mean, I don’t know. I don’t know!” 

She groaned in frustration, and he took a step closer to her, but she was already moving again. “It’s been so long since I felt like I had even a little control over my own life. Even before I was fae, every decision was made for me. The first time it happened, it was an accident, but the thrill of it was electrifying. I felt alive for the first time since I could remember. So then, I thought I might try it again.” She turned quickly back to him, eyes pleading. “I never do it anywhere it would hurt someone. It’s just enough to feel like a little act of rebellion, a little something for me.”

“You don’t have very much just for yourself, do you?” The words seemed to break something in her. Her eyes met his, open wide and earnest, the most beautiful chestnut color set against the white of the falling snow and deep green of the woods around them. She’d finally stopped moving long enough for him to step closer to her, closing the space between them until he was barely an arm’s length away. 

“You saw something you wanted, and you took it. Didn’t you, my little firestarter?” Her breath caught, then, the shiver running down her body as she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. 

“I see you, Elain.” Her eyes rose back from his lips to his eyes, scrutinizing, hopeful, filled with the same need that had been consuming Lucien alive for what felt like an eternity. 

Her voice was quiet and breathless as she answered. “And what do you see when you do?”

He chanced running his fingers down a lock of her hair, feeling it smooth and silky in his fingers. When he reached the end, he flicked it. 

“I see someone learning to act on her feelings. Someone putting herself out there to be bold when her heart tells her to after years of being convinced to do the opposite.” He heard Elain’s breath catch in her throat as she looked at him, her eyes practically unblinking as she stared at his face. He allowed his fingers to glance up her neck, tracing across her jaw next to cup her face. His hand dwarfed her, and he liked the sight of it. 

“I see someone who has, despite the odds, taken hand after hand she’s been dealt and begun to turn it into something she can call her own. I see someone kind, and smart, and brave–someone who is so funny and quick when she wants to be that it takes my breath away.” Elain looked as though she couldn’t tell whether she wanted to laugh or cry, every emotion running across her wide open face as he watched. 

“What do I see when I look at you, Elain? I see everything.” 

Without wasting a single additional moment, Elain’s fingers wrapped in Lucien’s shirt, her grip surprisingly strong. He met her halfway, their lips crashing together like the meeting of thunderheads. The energy crackled between them, her hands lacing into his hair and tugging while he pulled her impossibly closer to him. The kiss was messy, filled with need, as tongues and lips and teeth crashed together in the binding of them. She tasted faintly like cinnamon and the radiant light of morning.

Her arousal was in the air around them, mixing with his in a scent so intoxicating that it nearly took him to his knees. The bond was alive with the relief of years, the touch of them finally breaking that dam of willpower that he’d curated so carefully. Lucien felt wild, entirely unhinged. He wanted to claim her. He wanted her to claim him. He hoped the bond devoured them whole in these snowy woods. 

Her lips smiled against his as he walked her back against the tree, her body pliant and lovely beneath his calloused hands. She nipped at his lip and it nearly took his soul straight from his body, the pull of her ripping him out of his own mind. 

She pulled back, her eyes not hazy with lust but sparkling with excitement and hunger. She was incredible. She was magnificent. She took his breath from his lungs and made him uncaring as to whether or not he ever took another, so long as he died in her arms.

“You can have me, Lucien, if you can find me.” It took a moment for the words to register. 

“Find you?” She was pinned against the tree, bracketed by his arms. He heard a twig snap a few feet behind them and turned to assess the danger, finding nothing, but when he turned back, she’d disappeared. He saw her duck behind a tree a few feet away, her maroon cloak trailing behind her as her voice called out. 

“Yes, if you can catch me, I’m yours.” He crept closer to the tree as she flitted to another. He liked this game, and he loved the chase. “But I’m not certain you’re a good enough tracker for that.”

Lucien’s blood flared, the need to be competitive surging in his veins. He realized how silly that was; Elain was simply bopping through the trees for fun. If he wanted to catch her, he could. But he liked that she was playing with him, and her comments were only spurring him on, something primal in him awakening at it. 

He could hear the echoes of her voice still as he moved soundlessly across the ground. He was nearly upon the tree she’d hidden behind, just a step away when she spoke again. 

“I suppose I need a mate who can���” Her words cut off as he swung around the tree, blocking her in with his arms on each side of her as she let out a little yelp. “–catch me.” The words rushed out on an exhale as he smiled wickedly. 

“If I catch you in these woods, Elain, I am fucking you against a tree.” He saw the moment her breath caught, heard her heart speed to an impossible rate, nearly passed out as the mischievous smile spread across her delicate features. She leaned in, her hands on his chest, until her mouth was right next to his ear, the whisper of her breath on his skin making him feel not wholly fae, but something animal. 

The words were a whisper, a teasing breath in the cold air. “Catch me if you can.”

And then Elain winnowed from within his arms, and Lucien nearly crashed face first into the tree. 

He hadn’t known Elain even could winnow. 

She was extraordinary. 

 

Elain POV 

Elain was sprinting, her footsteps quiet against the lush forest floor but her exhilarated breath panting out into the frigid air. She was giddy with the excitement, nearly giggling as she ran, feeling as though she might combust. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such fun. She felt wild, free– untamed– for once in her life. 

She could hear Lucien’s heart beating over her own; he wasn’t far behind– the knowledge pushed her to run harder. Not that she’d ever run full out anywhere as a human since outgrowing childhood, but this new body let her push herself far past anything she’d done before. She felt so fast, so wild with the power of it. 

Elain ducked below branches and jumped over fallen trees, a hysterical laugh bubbling out of her every so often as the wind whipped her loose hair around her face. Every so often, she thought she heard the crackling of twigs and crunching of leaves not far behind her, but she refused to lose time to look, pressing ahead with a cheek-splitting grin. 

No one ever played with her like this. She didn’t even remember a time when Nesta had when they were just children. Maybe, for a time, with Feyre, but they’d both been so young she’d never have remembered it. But Lucien would. Lucien would entertain her interests no matter what they might be, she knew it. He had no expectations for her to fill, no impossible standards of what he thought a woman–female– should do or be. Lucien was perhaps the first person she’d ever encountered who fully supported Elain just being…Elain. 

The thought was almost as freeing as the running itself. This was the feeling she’d been missing–this heady excitement, this wild rush of freedom. There was no mold for who Elain needed to be here, she could just exist to enjoy things. To have fun . 

And Lucien made the chase fun. He had for years now, his devotion never once wavering, his interest never put off as she recovered, never faltering as she found her way to who she was after her roles in two vastly different worlds. He let her reconcile and process by herself, but he was never far behind. He had chased her gently, supportively, and now he was chasing her in earnest. 

And Elain was loving it.

She wanted him to catch her– to finally, truly, and fully catch her– so that she could finish falling. 

 

Lucien POV

He could smell her, her excitement, her fear, her joy, her arousal.

Some primal part of Lucien had taken over, was fighting for full control, and he had half a mind to let it. It was as though there were some great beast inside him, stretching and roaring to be let loose, and the temptation to let it happen was overwhelming him. 

For years, Lucien had tried to be gentle, had tried to treat Elain like the fine china everyone else did. But it occurred to him somewhere along the way that Elain had lived her whole human life that way. And at some point in the last few years of being fae, she had decided that wasn't what she wanted anymore. 

He wanted her. And based on the closeness of her beating heart, he was going to have her soon.

His senses were all on alert, the scent of her forging a trail through his very being, sizzling his nerves and setting him alight with an unending burst of need. He felt as though he might combust if he stopped running, stopped tracking her. His mate. His Elain. Something had shifted between them, and the bond recognized that, throbbing at the thrill of it. 

Lucien stopped and took a deep breath, closing his eyes and feeling the heavy flakes of snow falling on them. He reached into his chest and let that glowing bond guide him, grinning wickedly as he sent himself winnowing to where she was. 

Then Lucien was gone, stepping through time and space to his mate, slamming into her, wrapping his arms around her, and swinging her around to pin her to a tree. 

Her shriek was one of joy, of surprise, and as he looked down into her wide eyes, he could see her elation. 

“Cheater,” she exhaled, breathless, her chest rapidly rising and falling against his. His eyes roved hungrily over her face, seeking permission, and finding hers granting it. It was clear to him that she’d denied herself long enough. 

“I think you like that I caught you.”

“You can’t prove anything,” she teased back, the smile on her face wild, the cheek in her voice nearly sending Lucien to his knees. 

“Oh, I think I can.” Lucien ruched the skirts of her dress in his hands, bunching the sides slowly until he could feel the smooth expanse of her skin beneath. She inhaled against him, and he checked again to gauge her reaction. The nod was miniscule, but the wild, untethered desperation in it was indisputable. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The thought was such a relief to Lucien that he briefly wondered if he was dreaming. 

“I can feel your yearning. Did you know that?” 

She shuddered against him at the words. His fingers wandered slowly up her leg to her hip to the juncture of her thighs. He brushed a knuckle lightly along the seam of her underwear to find them soaked, Elain’s head tipping back against the tree behind her as she breathed deeply through her nose. He leaned in, his face finding the meeting of her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply the way he’d so often wanted and allowing his eyes to roll back at the scent of her so close and unencumbered. 

“You smell incredible,” he snarled softly, the words coming from the chaotic rush in his head. Into his hair, Elain whimpered, the noise shooting straight down and into Lucien’s cock. He pressed kisses up the column of her neck, pausing to nibble behind her ear and feel the delicious arch of Elain’s body into his own. He pressed his hips into her, no mistaking the arousal that was now pressing against her stomach as their mouths came back together, not joining, but brushing lightly against each other. 

“Say you want me, Elain.” He barely recognized the authority in his voice, the demand, the underlying pleading. He ground against her again and another low whine pitched from her, doing nothing to ease the aching need he felt. 

“I want you,” she whispered, her lips grazing against his. “Now.” And her delicate hands pulled him to her with a strength Lucien hadn’t been aware of, gripping him with a near-violent tug until his lips met hers again. 

The kiss was electric, even more so than the first, her mouth opening to his the second their lips fully met, her tongue sliding across his lips. She had buried her fingers in his hair at some point, holding him to her as though he’d ever let go. She tasted sweet, the feminine flavor of her mixed with the sweetness of the confectioner’s items that she was always making as their mouths melded together. The bond was practically screaming in Lucien’s chest, demanding that he make her his. He refused to take her entirely like a barbarian. 

When he pulled back, his body screamed in protest, and the whine drawn forth from Elain was almost enough to make him pick her up and never let go. But Lucien was nothing if not a gentleman and courtier first, his primary concern right now being that Elain got off screaming before he put his cock anywhere near her. 

Elain gasped when he dropped to his knees, his hands never leaving her hips.

“What are you doing?” 

“Tasting you,” he replied without hesitation, pushing her skirts back up again then reaching down to hoist her leg over his shoulder as he looked up to watch Elain’s furious blush spread. Her arousal sank around him like a heavy cloud, urging him on. 

“We can’t do this here, Lucien.” The words were breathless, but her eyes were sharp, curious, asking . 

“And why not?” He turned his head in to press a kiss into her pretty thigh, delighted to find a light dusting of freckles here too, fighting the urge to bite lightly into the skin. 

Later . 

“It’s not proper, I–” 

He laughed against her, moving to press hot kisses higher and higher until she tilted her head back against the tree again, closing her eyes and moaning low.

“You’re hardly a proper lady anymore, Elain,” he teased her, thinking she’d feign indignancy, swat him perhaps. But when he looked up to behold her, looking thoroughly debauched where he held her against the tree, hair wild around her flushed face and eyes blown wide with lust, she smiled instead.

“Prove it,” she demanded, and Lucien was entirely lost. 

He pulled her undergarments to the side roughly and tasted her, the need so strong that he couldn’t fight it another second. He didn’t want to play, didn’t want to tease. It was a miracle he could form a single cogent thought as his lips closed around her clit, swirling through the taste of her. Distantly, he heard her gasp loudly above him, the sound turning into a low dulcet moan from her perfect lips as he sucked gently. He reached behind her to take a handful of her ass, feeling her begin to shake as he squeezed and pulled her closer. 

He licked over her languidly, despite the ferocity inside him telling him to devour everything she was. He swirled tight circles over her as she threaded her fingers through his hair, keeping him close to her as though anything except an act of the gods could keep him from her now. She bucked against his face, the movement causing him to throb painfully while he smiled against her. He inserted a finger into her, then another, the tightness of her making him spin out to the remaining threads of his sanity. 

She was so wet for him, so tight, so perfect . 

Elain was just as lost as he was, the pulsing of the bond in his chest uninhibited, shotting bursts of her arousal at him and driving him wild as she fucked herself down on his fingers. Her hands gripped his hair so hard that his scalp tingled, and he thought that she could hurt him a million times over and he’d thank her for it.

With a strangled cry, she came hard, tightening around him so abruptly that he nearly finished in his pants like some sort of untrained boy. He stilled his breathing, alternating slow, intentional licks and kisses across her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her leg fell down off his shoulder, boneless with pleasure, and Lucien withdrew his fingers from her, popping them into his mouth and licking every trace of her down. 

She watched him, chest heaving and entirely undone, like he’d just uncovered some sort of treasure. Lucien certainly felt like he had as he rose to stand. 

He kissed her roughly on the mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips. He startled when Elain snarled, the noise the last thing he’d ever expected from her lips as she pulled his body back to hers. 

“ Mine,” she growled roughly against him, and with that single word, Lucien lost hold of the last tether. 

 

Elain POV

Lucien’s eyes lit up as though illuminated by flame from within, the burning need so clear in his face that Elain felt it in her own chest. She felt powerful, wanted, cherished– every bit of him pressed against every bit of her. She could feel how hard he was, his need for her so apparent, and she’d never been so turned on in her life.

The bond in her chest was practically vibrating with their closeness, that unfulfilled need of years finally getting what it desired.

She was finally getting what she desired.

Lucien’s mouth on her skin felt like the most delicious sin. He was hers. Wholly hers. Because he wanted to be, because she was his, too.

The orgasm she’d just experienced was like nothing she’d ever felt in her life, entirely indescribable and overwhelming and unbelievable. She hadn’t come once with Graysen, the sex as disappointing as he had been in the end. And nothing at her own hands had ever held a candle to the ministrations of Lucien’s tongue. 

He ran his other hand up her leg, the dress lifting again on both sides, and grabbed her thighs, hoisting her against the broad oak tree in one sweeping movement while he groaned against her lips. She wanted to inhale the sound, bring it into her body and keep it there forever like a secret for just the two of them. His thumbs caressed the crease of her hips, the curves of her warm flesh filling his hands perfectly as he pressed against her. 

She reached down, long past the point of propriety or good sense, and began to fumble with his trousers.

“Are you a virgin?” He breathed the question into her. She wasn’t offended by it coming from Lucien– she knew he asked only to know the level of care he needed to take with her. Still, she nearly scoffed. 

Maybe, if you didn’t count the few disappointing trysts with Graysen from years ago, she supposed. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

Lucien growled against her, slamming her body back into the tree with renewed vigor that sent a shot of heat straight to her cunt. Their eyes met– his were filled with possession like she’d never seen, and it was doing something wild to her. He wanted her for himself, that much was clear, and she loved it. She craved more, so she said the words to egg him on.

“Make it so I only remember you, then.” Elain felt bold as she leaned forward to kiss him again, frantic energy pouring off between them. 

Why had she waited so long? 

His fingers strummed between her legs, a thumb rubbing over her, and she bucked against him on instinct. He grabbed the band of her underwear and pulled them aside, and his fingers slid through her easily as water. She unlaced his pants as quickly as she could and reached below the waist of them, feeling him beneath her as she brushed against his cock for the first time.

She froze. 

She hadn’t lied about not being a virgin– she and Graysen had been intimate a number of times. But none of her experiences had prepared her for what lay in her hand. Infuriatingly, Lucien was brimming with male pride at her reaction. She refused to be the blushing maiden, no matter how intimidated she was. 

She gripped him tightly and felt her own rush of smug satisfaction as he inhaled sharply at the action. He pinned her to the tree with his hips, removing his hand from her ass to tug his pants down further and giving Elain a full view of what she was working with. 

She didn’t think she’d ever been so aroused, the need so heavy and aching within her

The way her sisters spoke of sex had always confused her, the lacking feeling from her own experience leaving her jealous and frustrated.

But this? This she could see.

He stroked his fingers through her again. “Cauldron, Elain, you’re so wet for me.” The words were spoken on a desperate sigh as he thrust a finger into her again, working her open and readying her. She felt playful, she felt light, she felt wholly undone.

“And how do you know that’s all for you?” She was surprised at herself, the words coming from her crass and filthy. In her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined it, but the way he reacted to her sass, her bratty retorts, was making him double down his already wholly consuming efforts. She was thrilled by the way he reacted, adding a second finger to the mix and making her see stars as he curled them against some place inside her she’d never found on her own, despite all her exploration.

She cried out when he pulled his fingers back. She nearly yelped when he ripped her underwear entirely from her body, stuffing them into the pocket of his coat and grinning wolfishly back as he smeared her arousal down the length of him and placed himself within the cradle of her hips. Elain sighed and felt as though she was breaking brilliantly into a million small pieces as he pressed to her, his length gliding easily against her. He leaned forward again, kissing and nipping at her breasts.

“Lucien, please. ” 

He acquiesced, beyond teasing, beyond amusement, the bond riding him just as hard as it was her. He notched himself at her entrance, his crown pressed against her and leaving no space between them.

“Relax Elain, I’ve got you.” And she believed him. She’d never trusted anyone to take care of her the way she trusted Lucien, and she let her body relax into the feel of him. Here, now, she only felt him. The warmth of his chest beneath her hands, the trembling of his own hands on her hips. She was undoing him at the same time that he was undoing her, and after this, they would be rebuilt wholly different. Together. 

He pushed forward, her body accepting inch after inch as they kissed gently, intimately. After what seemed like lifetimes, Lucien was fully seated inside her. He shivered in her arms, the restraint he was using to hold back overwhelming her through the bond. She felt it in her chest, felt it in her mind. Every bit of it was her own as much as it was his. It wasn’t painful past a small sensation of stinging as she stretched around him, but she’d never felt so full. Together, they felt complete, and when he began to move within her, it punched the breath from her lungs entirely. 

They moved together, her hips tilting to meet his every thrust, tentatively then with more confidence as they found their rhythm. He snaked a hand between them again, his thumb finding that sensitive area that made her groan with pleasure, her hands winding around his neck to hold the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Lucien…”

“Tell me you like it.”

Oh, gods, she did.

“Please, Lucien,” she moaned. She felt the orgasm climbing, incinerating the nerves down her spine as it grew and grew. It was a wave washing over a shore, and it was going to demolish her entirely, dragging whatever was left of her out into an open sea. 

“Say it,” he ground out, his thumb moving more quickly over her and making her see stars as his rhythm stuttered. 

“I like it, oh gods, Lucien please!” She cried out into the open air, no one but them around for miles to hear them. Then he kissed her, pouring every single bit of himself into a searing union that took her soul straight from her body. Elain was never going to be the same again, she knew. A final bite at her lower lip, and she exploded into a million fragments, the person she was before gone and replaced with something shining and blurry and entirely new. 

Lucien's thrusts lost rhythm entirely, his hips stuttering as he spilled into her with a great roar that seemed to shake the trees around him, as though the forest itself bowed around what they'd just done. 

As they wound down together, Lucien's forehead rested up on Elain’s chest while they panted, she tried to find the words that rattled around in her mind. They stayed just out of reach, unable to be caught and formed into sentences. What she wanted to say was that she didn't know sex could be so wonderful, fulfilling. She wanted to tell him she thought she'd found the missing piece of herself inside of him just now. She wanted to tell him, at least partly, that she was sorry about how long this has taken her, but she knew she'd needed to do it to get them here. 

She wanted to say all these things, but instead, she told him softly “I meant what I said before. You’re mine.” He pulled his face back to look at her, carefully, cautiously, recently. “And I am yours, Lucien. If you’ll still have me.” 

The kiss he pressed against her was so tender that, with the rush of everything else that had happened, it nearly brought her to tears. 

He had waited. Kindly, patiently, he had waited for her.

He was hers, and she was his. 

“As long as you’ll have me, Elain.”

She wanted to tell him that she hoped it was forever.

+++

Elain and Lucien returned to the estate as night was falling, the sun setting early now this near to the end of the year. They’d winnowed the last bit, holding their felled tree between them, hair mussed and giggling, giddy on the rush of each other. 

When they landed on the front steps, the door burst open from inside, letting a rush of warm air out to greet them. The firelight inside illuminated the silhouettes of Vassa and Jurian standing within the doorway. 

“Where have you been? We were so worried when we got home and you still weren’t back.” The two looked up from the steps outside, looked at each other, and then busted out laughing. 

“Covered head to toe in sap and smelling like sex,” Jurian commented, clapping Lucien on the shoulder, then turning to walk back inside. 

Vassa sighed, rolling her eyes and also turning back towards the warm indoors. “Must you always be so crass, Jurian?”

Elain and Lucien tugged the tree into the main room, pushing it up into the small metal stand Jurian had set out in front of the windows that morning. It was a truly beautiful tree, thick and smelling like the fresh forest they’d just departed. She decided she liked the smell substantially more now than she had this morning. Lucien leaned down to tighten the screws into place, Elain holding it steady above him. She had a passing thought that she liked how they interacted together, their impulses functioning as a team even without conscious thought. 

Jurian and Vassa returned from the kitchen, and Jurian handed Elain a large glass bottle of liquor. 

“What do you want me to do with this?” 

He gestured to her ruined clothes and sticky skin. “It’s alcohol. It’s just about the only way to get it off your skin. Though your clothes are likely ruined.” 

Elain felt the blush rise in her cheeks. Her skirts beneath the dress were already ruined from scraping endlessly against the bark of one very specific tree earlier, the ribbons in the corset only held together with the most hodgepodge assortment of ties currently. She wasn’t about to tell Jurian that, though.

Vassa stood. “Oh, Elain, I have plenty of extra clothes for you. I’ll set some on your bed while you bathe.” She turned to walk upstairs, and Elain followed, splitting off at the top hall to go to her own room. It was already warm, her fire somehow burning brightly even ahead of her. She was certain that was Lucien’s doing, somehow. She couldn’t help but smile as she set the liquor on the side of the tub and turned the faucet on. The warm water rushed in, filling the room with lovely steam as Elain turned the bottle into a cloth and rubbed gently at her skin, the sticky sap easing away with each pass. 

The bath had filled by the time she was clear of sap, and she screwed the lid back on the bottle and went to place it on the counter. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Through the foggy glass, she could see the slightest dark imprints on her hips. Four in a line on each of her outer hips, and then one larger on the inside of her hip bones. She brushed her fingers over them and smiled. 

By the time Elain had soaked in the tub, all traces of the forest and otherwise gone from her skin, changed into Vassa’s soft pajama set, and come back downstairs, the rest of the house members were well on their way to drunk. The first noises Elain heard when she opened her door sounded like a pair of dying animals, wolves perhaps, who might have been stabbed judging by the howling. As she approached the stairs, she could hear the musical notes giving a valiant effort beneath what she now recognized as the horrid voices of Jurian and Lucien singing. She suppressed a laugh as she reached the first floor, noting Vassa slumped on the couch clapping in time with the caterwauling. 

Vassa saw her and twisted to reach for a full cup of something on the table behind her. “Elain! Here!” She shoved the glass at her, the white, thick liquid inside nearly sloshing over the edge as Elain took it from her hand. 

“What is it?”

“Oh! It’s egg nog!” Elain vaguely remembered her parents drinking something like this, but had never tried it herself. The first sip was creamy and sweet, a sharp tang of something alcoholic on the back end. No wonder they were all singing. 

Elain tried to whisper, but it was difficult to hear over the two males nearby, arms around each other’s shoulders, screaming what appeared to be a seasonal song. “What’s happening here?” 

Vassa giggled. “Lucien has a symphonia. Last year we used it for Christmas music, and they’re reliving their heyday now.” 

Elain’s eyes roved over to where Lucien stood swaying to the music with Jurian, eyes closed and glass raised, singing a soft song with the adjoining voices of a man and a woman that Lucien was singing quite high to mimic. 

And may the spirit of Christmas be always in our heartsssss.

Not even hours ago, this male had been holding her wide open against a tree. 

“Come, let’s decorate,” Vassa said excitedly while she grabbed her hand and tugged. 

Elain noticed then that there was a small pile of boxes near the base of their tree, and Vassa popped open the top of one to show a shiny trove of ornaments and sparkling tinsel. Vassa immediately dug in, her hands grabbing a few of the delicate, ornate, glass balls at once and finding them homes amongst the boughs of the tree. Elain couldn’t remember ever having done this, sure that her mother and father had the staff do it in her childhood. She took another great gulp of her drink, set it down, and knelt to gently pull out a bulb of burnished gold. She giggled when she realized it reminded her of Lucien’s eye. 

The more they drank, the more haphazard the decorating became. Once the tree was badly decorated, nearly lopsided, and covered in tangled strands of tinsel, Elain and Vassa fell back on the rug in front of the fire. Behind them somewhere, Lucien was trying his hardest to teach Jurian some sort of jig, but kept tripping, laughing until they were on the verge of tears while he took them both to the ground only to repeat the cycle again. 

Elain turned her blurry focus to the stonework around the fireplace. Lucien had mentioned he’d helped them build this manor. Had his hands worked these stones? She’d felt those calloused fingers inside of her now, the roughed fingers of a man who knew how to work with his hands. Something about it was so unapologetically arousing for her that she shivered at the feeling. He was a courtier, practiced and elegant. But he was also so unabashedly male , strong and crafty. Elain liked the idea that he could do it all. Would he build their house, too?

The thought had slipped into her drunken mind so fast that she almost choked herself when she realized it. Was she truly thinking about houses with him so suddenly? 

She supposed it wasn’t really sudden, not truly. But she still needed to get her thoughts in check before she threw herself over the deep end and into his arms forever. 

It was hard to do when she looked over to see him smiling and laughing, his head tossed back in joy while he practiced high kicks with his best friend. She had seen more of Lucien in the last few days than she had in the last few years. She thought it would be very, very easy to fall in love with him. If she admitted it to herself, she was well on her way. Today had been an opening of a floodgate that had, if she was honest, been welling and building for years. These emotions were not strange or new, not unfamiliar, but rather old friends she’d finally allowed into her life. She knew these feelings she had for Lucien were nothing new, she was simply embracing them now.

Jurian’s sudden movement over their heads and Vassa’s subsequent shriek as he tossed her over his shoulder launched Elain from her thoughts. Vassa grabbed at the bottle of rum on the side table, taking it with them and trying not to slosh it as Jurian ran. He already had Vassa halfway up the stairs, swatting her ass for good measure. 

“Goodnight you miscreants. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” The sound of Vassa’s gasping laughter echoed as they ran down the upper hall towards their room. 

“Would you like any more?” She looked up to see Lucien holding out what remained of the pitcher of nog.

“Oh, gods no. If I drink any more, someone will have to carry me to bed, too.” As it was, the world was already spinning a bit, and Elain pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. She was still on the floor in front of the fire, her toes warm and her heart satisfied. 

“I would be hard pressed to not volunteer for the job.” She tried not to giggle and failed, then felt a rush of air as one pillow then another hit the floor next to her. “Lift,” he ordered softly, and she tilted her head up just enough for him to slide the cushion under her. 

“Mmm, that’s nice.” Elain let her eyes close and hummed. When was the last time she’d been so at peace? When was the last time she’d had so much fun?

He laid the other one next to hers, settling in beside her and tossing a thick, plush blanket over them both. His hand found hers beneath it, twining their fingers together and giving her a squeeze. 

“You’re always so lovely and warm.” The words were out before she could stop herself, and she followed them with another giggle. Perhaps she was drunker than she’d thought. When she turned her head to look at him, she found him already staring back, the firelight twinkling in his eye.

“I’ll warm you up any time, Elain.” She thought of the forest earlier, their romps in the trees, and her stomach clenched with want. But for now, this closeness, this gentle touching, was enough. His thumb stroked across her wrist and her heart fluttered. 

“Will you kiss me, Lucien?”

“Every day for as long as I live, if you ask me to.” She wanted to smile, but his lips were already against hers, brushing softly then more insistently. As if by instinct, she opened for him, their tongues exploring each other. There was none of the desperate, fast pace of earlier, just languid strokes and curious touches as she shifted towards him. Her fingers grazed along his jaw lightly, and he sighed into her mouth. It was slow and intentional and perfect. 

As a child, Elain had always begged the nursemaids to read them bedtime stories about true love. She coveted the tales of the knight who would do anything for the one he loved, and she lived for the ones where that first kiss took their breath away, made them see sparks. Her sisters wanted thrills and adventure, but all Elain had ever wanted to hear about were the stories of the ones who found each other against all odds. 

Now that she’d found Lucien, truly found him, she never wanted to let him go again. 

[alina-dixon]

A Fable

Pairing: Morpheus x Male reader

Warnings: violence, blood, captivity, fluff.

Requested: Yes / No

Part 1

A/N: The reader is the Hero from Fable 2! I really love the game Fable 2! So I thought why not? Have fun reading!☺️❤️

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It's a cold winter day in Bowerstone, you and your Sister Rose are standing at a fireplace. You and Rose are homeless. You are only nine years old and your sister is fifteen. You were just trying to get warm, when suddenly something fell on your head and when you touched it you immediately knew it was bird poop! Your eyes went wide and tried to get rid of it while making a disgusted sound.

Rose looked weirdly at you while having her arms around her body to stay warm. “What was that? Oh! Yuck.” she said while taking a step back. When you stopped she put her arms back around her and so do you with yourself. “Well… That’s lucky. Like finding a four-leave clover. Although I think I'd prefer the clover.” her voice sounded a little awkward when saying that.

Then she looked at the castle amazed that stood in the center of Brightwood. “Look. little Sparrow…Castle Fairfax looks so nice in the snow. Imagine the grand dining hall. I bet Lord Lucien’s having roasted duck at this time of the year.” She ranted while you just kept quiet while putting your hands over the fireplace and listened to her ranting.

She put her hands on her hips. “But he must be really lonely since his wife and his little girl died. In that big castle, all by himself… If only we could live there.” She looked at the castle with a sad expression.

Suddenly there was the sound of loud cheering heard from behind the houses. “What is going on over there? Come with me, little brother.” she said while running in the direction of where the sound came from. So before you could say anything you followed her, but you were a little behind.

When you turned into the alleyway and went farther down you saw a man talking to your Sister, You saw him talking to her a few times back then. “Hello there, young Rose. You look hungry. Have you reconsidered my offer?” he said oddly nice but also very weird. You of course do know what he's talking about.

You approached them slowly. Rose had a disgusted and angry look on her face. “We’ll never be that hungry. The answer is NO!” That angered the guy. “You’ll be back. And I'll be waiting for Ya.” he said with an angered tone, then walked away.

Rose sighed and looked at you. “Come on, little Sparrow. Let's see what's going on.” she said as we both ran again to where the sound came from. Rose sighed again. “That filthy creep… I hate him.” she spat.

You finally arrived only to see a crowd around a taider. “Oh… It's just a trader. I can't see anything through the crowd.” She was clearly disappointed.

“A-ladies and a-gentlemen… I have traveled the land accumulating wondrous and mysterious objects! Which I now offer to you for the modest price of five gold coins!” he said proudly.

“Consider this. This is truly a magical mirror. For as long as you look into it, it will make you beautiful!” he said lowly. “I'll take it!” a random guy screamed from the crowd. “Very wise! Now just remember: the magic only works if you look at it in complete darkness.” He had a smug look on his face.

The trader turned to something that looked like a music box, but it was completely made of metal. “Ah, now this is truly a marvel.” he said smiling at it. “This small, unassuming box is actually a device created by the ancients. As was used by the old rulers of the kingdom themselves! Turn the handle three times, and you shall be granted a single wish!”

Rose looked unamused at this and scoffed. “There’s no such thing as magic!” she said and she thought that nobody heard it because they were busy watching the trader, but hooded women turned towards us. When you saw her eyes, you noticed that she was probably blind.

“We live in grim times indeed, if the young doesn't believe in magic anymore. Most children your age believe eagerly.” she said in a calming voice. Rose looked at her weirdly but you thought that she was right, only because you believed in it yourself. “Look, I can see your eyes are bad, but I'm telling you, that magic box is rubbish.” while she said that the crowd beside us was getting smaller and smaller until everyone was gone.

“That's what the seller thinks. He has no idea what he stumbled upon. But you have an inkling, have you? Some part of you wants to believe it's magic.” Her voice still calm as before, she turned around already walking away from us.

Rose looked looked at he women surprised. “What? You… you really think it could be?” she asked hesitantly. The woman stopped but only turned her head to the side. “For five gold coins, you could have your own answer.” Rose looks dumbfounded at her answer. “For five gold coins, we could eat for a weak.” Rose frowned.

The women started walking away. “Listen to me, Rose. At the end of the week you and Y/N would be no closer to your dream- no closer to the inside of that beautiful castle.” she started. ‘She, is right actually…’ is all what you thought to yourself.

Rose turned to face you frowning slightly. “What if it is real? I bet we could get five gold coins… and maybe this could be a way out of here, after all. What is there to lose, little sparrow?” she sounded confident. I smiled at her. “Probably nothing!” Rose laughed then nodded. “All right! Come on, there must be someone around here who will pay us to… do something.” with that we went around town to earn some money.

After about half an hour we finally had our five coins to buy the music box! Rose and I went back to the trader. The Trader Murgo looked at you smiling. “Hello children.” he said happily. Rose and I smiled back at him. “Hello, we’ve come to buy the music box.” she started still smiling.

I walked towards the man held my hand in front of him showing him the five coins. “Very wise, little ones! Go ahead and turn the handle- but mind you go somewhere quiet, like.” he smiled at the both of you. “Okay thank you! Bye mister!” you waved at him. “Let's go make our wish, little Sparrow!” she said excitedly, as you both started walking back to your little stay.

You put the music box onto a box wooden box that was around half of your height. “Alright turn the handle!” Rose was a nervous as you started to turn the handle. “I wish… I wish…” After she said her wish the box opened and started glowing in a bright golden color. A beautiful sound was playing but then the music box started rotating and the music got faster, the golden color was turning red and then all of a sudden, the music box lighted up in a bright golden color and disappeared right in front of our eyes!

You and Rose we're shocked. “But… where did it go? Why are we still here? Five gold pieces… Let's just go to bed.” she sounded sad and disappointed. You yourself were sad at this, but still you followed her. “Oh. I was so sure this was it. I had this feeling like… that we weren't going to be stuck in Old Town anymore! Why didn't the box take us with it?” she still sounded sad but tried to push it aside. “Come on, Sparrow, go to bed.” so you both lay down to end the day. “Good night! Love you big Sis!” you said turning to your side. “Good night. I love you too, little Sparrow.” and with that, you both went to sleep. You only hoped that tomorrow would be a better day, and Rose won't be sad anymore.

It was still nighttime when Rose woke up to the sound of footsteps, scared that it could be a thief or something like that. She carefully opened her eyes and stood up, and when she saw who it was she was relieved, I was only the guard that they helped to earn some money for the now gone music box. “What do you want?” asked Rose the guard curiously.

The guard cleared his throat. “I work for Lord Lucien, miss. And would very much like to see you in his castle. I've been sent to collect you.” With that, he walked away, and Rose walked up to your sleeping form. “It did work! Our wish came true! Come on little Sparrow, wake up.” So you opened your eyes and stood up still a little tired. “What's happening, Sis?” you asked her with a yawn and rubbed your eyes.

Rose smiled brightly at you. “Everything is fine. We're going to Lord Lucien’s castle! Now come we have to go little Sparrow!” she said as she ran in the direction of where the guard went to wait for us. When I ran after her I saw her standing with a few guards waiting for me.

“Let's go to the castle!.” Rose said happily, and so we were guided to Castle Fairfax. “What do you think does Lord Lucien wants from us?” I asked her confused. “I don't know, but we will find out shortly, Little Sparrow.” she said looking to at the big doors of the Castle.

The door was open and an old-looking Butler stood there waiting. “Evening. Jeeves. Here are the children Lord Lucien asked for.” he said proudly. The Butler smiled at us. “Excellent!” was all that he said to the guard, then turned back to us. “Hello, young masters.” This confused you but you ignored it. “Hello, sir.” both you and Rose answered politely.

His smile tightened and turned around. “If you'd follow me please.” he said and started to lead us into the castle. We look up at this castle every day and think how nice it is. We both do. But inside it's even more beautiful than I imagined.” Rose told him dreamily. Jeeves chuckled. “It's quite wonderful, isn't it?” it was more of a statement than a question.

Then we saw a man walking past us. “Ah, hello. Master Garth.” Jeeves greeted still walking while the other male said nothing. “Huh, Man of few words.” He led us further into the castle. “Where is the grand dining hall?” Rose suddenly asked curiously. “Oh, in the north wing. Lord Lucien hadn't been there since… Since the tragic deaths of Lady Fairfax and little Amelia.” he told us as we claimed some stairs and further down the hall. “Oh, I heard. That was so awful.” Rose’s tone was sad. Jeeves nodded. “Yes, he misses them terribly.” Rose raised a brow. “So where does he eat?” Jeeves looked at her. “Actually, he takes most of his meals in his study. He's in there working all hours, doing research...” You frowned. “What does he research?” you asked him curiously. “History, mostly. Lord Lucien is quite keen on antiquities of all sorts, but he is chiefly interested in things relating to the Old Kingdom.” Rose nodded understanding. “There was a Trader in Old Town who said his stuff was from the Old Kingdom.” Jeeves nodded. “Yes… yes, I believe Lord Lucien… heard about that.” he told us hesitantly. We were standing in front of some big doors now. “We bought a piece of it and we made a wish and now we're here!” She smiled brightly.

Jeeves smiled again. “That's wonderful. Now, when you meet Lord Lucien., you must show respect at all times. Address him as “my lord.” Speak only when spoken to.” he told us, You and Rose nodded. “Yes sir.” she awnsered shortly. Jeeves stood in front of us “And do not mention Lady Fairfax or Amilia.” he said a little more sternly. Jeeves opened the door to the study. “Here we are. Lord Lucien? The children are here.” Jeeves informed as me and Rose walked in and the door closed right behind us. ‘I don't like this’ is all I thought as I tried to push a weird feeling away.

Lord Lucien turned towards us. “Children. It's come to my attention that you have some sort of magic box. May I see it?” he asked looking at us curiously. “It vanished m’lord. We were winding it up, and we made a wish, and then it started to glow and it disappeared.” she said sadly. “After you used it?” is all he asked. Rose nodded. “Yes, m’lord. The man who sold it to us said it was magic.” Lord Lucien looked a little interested.

“The box is of no interest to me, what's remarkable is that you were able to use it. What was your wish?” he then asked. Rose gasps a little scared. “Well, speak up… what did you wish for?” he asked nicely. Then she looked up at him confidently. “To live in a castle… like this one.” Lucien smiled. “Perhaps that could be arranged. I working to rebuild… well, I'm working on something wonderful, for which I need individuals with particular talents. Let us find out if you have them. Would you kindly stand in the circle, please?” Rose looked at him nervously “Erm…” Lucien Looked at her reassuringly. “I promise, it won't hurt you.” This made my weird feeling grow but Rose still obliged and stepped inside the circle, while you still stood at your spot behind Lord Lucien. Behind the circle were also very big colored windows.

Suddenly the circle started to glow in a bright blue. “What's that?” asked scared. “Nothing to worry about.” Lucien answered. You looked a little scared at the circle. Lord Lucien looked at me with reassuring eyes. “Go on. Stand in the circle.” Then Rose looked at you. “It's all right, little Sparrow. Don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt.” Her tone was soft. So you made a quick nod and stepped into the circle.

When you stepped inside there was some sort of a blue glowing wall. You were trapped. Lord Lucien stood in front of you, his face was full of shock and relief. “It's true. Your blood… you are Heroes.” This of course shocked you and Rose. “Heroes? You mean like in the old stories?” she asked amazed. Lord Lucien then tried to touch the barrier and it sent some shocks to him. “Ah!” he screamed out pulling his hand away and holding it. When this happens the circle suddenly starts to glow bright red. “What are you?” he asked angrily as he walked to a table with many papers and a book on it.

He started panting. “Wait. There was, there was something here…” mumbling to himself. “M’lord, what happened? What's that light?” Rose asked seemingly scared. “Quiet! You're heroes… but you're not any of the three…” he would us while looking through the papers. “What's happening?” asked terrified as Lord Lucien suddenly pulled a gun out. You froze as he suddenly pointed it towards Rose. “This isn't what I wanted… but nothing must stand in my way.” he said darkly. Rose looked even more terrified now. “No, wait. Don't! Nooo!” she screamed in agony, but it was too late he pulled the trigger and she fell to the floor. Tears were now streaming out of your face as you realized what happened, You looked at your now dead sister but you still couldn't move, you were to terrified.

Lucien then pointed the gun towards you. “I can't allow you to live either. I'm sorry.” is all that he said. You pulled your arms in in front of you as you backed away towards the window. And then he shot you which made you crash out of the window onto many roofs before crashing into the street.

When you laid there on the street you barely moved Your fingers. You then heard footsteps and a voice. “Death is not your destiny today, little Sparrow… Y/N” You knew that voice… it was the blind woman from the market. Then you felt how you were picked up into her arms, then you blacked out cold.

Suddenly you woke up to a familiar face it was the woman she had a dog with her that licked your face. It was the dog that you and Rose rescued once. Then time went by fast you reached out for the comfort of the dog’s warm fur, ready to take your first steps in a new life.

Ten winters blanketed in Albion, ten summers filled the air with the sounds of insects and laughter. With time your pain turned to strength. Your grief became will. A will to change the world. And to avenge the death that haunted your every dream.

Now you are 19 year old. You got your revenge for your sister with the help of the other three heroes.

Hammer is one of the other three heroes. You and her were taking a walk with Theresa. “Today is very beautiful, it's not too warm and not too cold! So it's the perfect weather to take a little walk.” Hammer breathed out with a satisfied smile. “Mhm” You nodded in agreement.

“How about we go into town and eat something? My treat!” Hammer asked. “Seems like an nice idea.” Theresa agreed. “Yeah sounds good to me!” you cheered happily. “All right, let's go!” Hammer said while laughing at you, so does Theresa.

So when you were halfway there about to reach the town something felt off as you three talked to each other. Suddenly you noticed your surroundings started to glow. “What's happening?” Hammer asks confused with a little hint of worry. “I don't know!” you answered back. “I feel magic behind it, and it's not yours. It's not good either…” Theresa said as you all stopped. Then the wind started to get stronger, the glowing got brighter, and started to circle around you very fast. You put your arm over your eyes to see something but the sight was getting less by every second that passed.

You, Hammer, and Theresa started to panic. “Help me! Please!” you begged inside the glowing mist. Hammer with half tears in her eyes looked at you then at Theresa panicked. “You have to do something. What's happening to him!?” Hammer screamed. “I can't do anything. This is way against the skills I have.” She said trying to sound calm. “What-” Hammer was about to say something as the mist disappeared, and you with it. Hammer stood there wide eyed. “What happened? Where is he? Theresa where is he!?” She screamed as she fell to her knees. Theresa walked to her side putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. “He will be alright. He will find his way back home.” Hammer was in tears as she looked at her. “You think so?” she sniffled. Theresa nodded. “Let's go home for now.” Her voice was even calmer now. Hammer nodded because she knew that Theresa was right.

Far away in a mansion in America was a Man. Roderick Burgess, he and other people stood in a dungeon under the house. They were a cult and Roderick Burgess was the leader of them. They stood around a summoning circle. They spoke in Latin, then the circle started glowing.

Right next to them was Morpheus held captive. He saw what they were doing. He laid there motionless watching them. As they summoned something, or someone. Then a little explosion was seen above the summoning circle and a bright glowing was there but when it vanished, there was a boy lying on the floor unconscious, on his belt was a well made sword and on his back was a crossbow.

“Take his weapons! And his clothes!” ordered Burgess. One of the cultists stepped towards you and bowed down to grab your sword, and another one grabbed your crossbow, then two others came and started to undress you, which led to you opening your eyes. “Oh, you're awake. Let's talk about business then.” You only glared at Burgess but stayed silent, you were now fully naked. “My Name is Roderick Burgess and I want you to be my personal guard, and hear on every command I give you. If you accept, you will get your stuff back. But if you don't, we will put you in a cage and you will rot in there until you die or eventually give in and accept.” again you stayed silent and didn't respond. Burgess let's out a disappointed sigh, then he nodded at the others and walked away.

While you were put into the glass ball you saw a another male that was also naked, in the cage next to yours. He was tall, and skinny, had black hair and bright blue eyes that stared right into yours as you now laid there.

Out of nowhere, Burgess stepped right in front of your view. You looked at him but didn't dare to move a muscle. “I have that you will rethink about my offer. Even if you don't want to, in the end, you will starve and start to beg for it. I hope you're smarter than this.” then he left again.

When he and everyone left it was only you and the other caged male. You both starred at each other again, only that you didn't really look at him because you thought about Theresa and Hammer, and the fact that you miss them and only wanted to get out of here and back home. Your eyes started burning so closed your eyes and silently let the tears slip.

Morpheus watched you as the tears slipped out of your eyes, but after a short while they stopped, and then he noticed that you probably fell asleep, which was probably better that way, is all what Morpheus thought.

The next day you opened your eyes and sat up slowly. Right now you tried to stay calm so you closed your eyes again. And while sitting there you felt the other males eyes on you but you ignored it.

Then Burgess came in and walked in front of Morpheus's cage. Two other people sat in the back playing a game. Burgess held himself on the cage. “The woman who lives with me has gone and robbed me of my fortune. She’s also robbed you. She's taken your helm, your sand, and your ruby.” this made you open your eyes and look at them. “Now I can unlock this, you can go after her…” Morpheus looked up at Burgess with a glare. “If you give me what I've been asking for. Wealth, youth, immortality. Oh, your a god. These things are nothing to you. Don't you want your weapons and freedom? Just like you Hero?” Burgess said lowly looking between the two of you.

So when you and the male in front of him didn't answer he got impatient and angry. “Speak to me! Speak to me! Speak to me!” he screamed and banged his stick against the glass, which caused the male to flinch shortly. A boy came walking from behind. “Come on! Speak to me!” he screamed again. “It's all right, Father.” the boy put his hand on his shoulder tho stop Burgess of what he was doing. ‘That asshole has a kid?’ is all you thought.

Burgess pushed him away. “Get away from me! If you were any kind of son to me…” he told him as he held the stick in the air and lashed out to the boy, but he dodged it, but hit him with the second one. The boy grabbed the stick so they both held it and faced each other. “If Randell was still alive today-” Burgess was cut off by the boy. “If Randell were alive, he would hate you as much as I do.” he said with hatred, and pushed Burgess back as he tried to attack the boy again, which led him to lose his balance hand his head hit the cage.

Burgess let the stick fall hand put his hand on the back of his head and saw blood when he looked at it, then he fell to the ground, with a big wound on the back of his head.

The to other man and the boy rushed to him. “Sir?” one of them said in panic. But when the boy put his hand on Burgess’s head as he saw a pool of blood leaping out of the wound. You and Morpheus only watched the scene. “You won't get out of there. Never.” Burgess looked at You and Morpheus one more time, then his eyes closed. “Sir can you hear me? Sir?” one of the male askedand tried to shake him but Brugess didn't answer. He was Dead.

The boy looked shocked and looked at his father as he sat there on the ground. “He isn't moving. Is he…” one of the males said. “He's dead.” the other one answered as the boy stood up, Looking at his bloodied hand and back to his dead father.

The Boy stumbled away a few feet but stopped between our cages. He stopped at the cage of the other male and turned to look at him. Morpheus stared back at him and slowly stood up, Your checks got red as you saw that but you wanted to see the interaction.

Morpheus reached his hand out. ‘He’s probably asking him to open the cage.’ is what you thought. The boy turned his head a bit as he reached out too. “Don't do it, sir. He’ll kill us.” one of the males said. “What would your father say?” the male spoke again, Before the boy's hand touched the glass he stopped and put his hand back down, and looked at the ground.

The male in the cage looked disappointed, as the boy looked back up. “I need to think.” he said and looked at the other male then to you, then he left. Morpheus also had put his hand back down watching him leave.

You were angry, but still, you stood up slowly wich made Morpheus look at you. You were a bit ashamed because you had no clothes on but you pushed that aside as you both looked at each other. You held sadness in your eyes as you slowly reached out and put one hand flat on the glass. Morpheus did the same while staring into your eyes. When you looked at him you immediately felt safe.

Then nine months later the door to the Dungeons door was heard which made the guards stand up and open the gate. Alex and also another boy came in. “How are they today, Rogers?” Alex asked. Rogers sighed. “Moved his hand this morning. Right hand. And the other one is also just sitting there but didn't move.” Alex nodded, as the other boy walked in. He had a look of shock on his face and gasped. “Oh, my God.” he looked at Alex and back to you and Morpheus. “Alex?” he asked.

Alex then walked in looking at the both of you. “Hello. This is my friend, Paul.” he told you as they walked further in. “Paul, these are our unwilling guests.” he said looking at his friend shortly.

Alex was getting a little nervous. “Look, we've been talking, Paul and I, and if I let you out, will you promise not to harm us?” he asked calmly while looking at us. You both didn't move not answered his question. “If you could just speak to us.” Paul said a little nervous himself, but again silence.

Alex looked at Paul. “You see, I told you.” he was a little disappointed. “I'm telling you, you have to keep trying. Show them that they can trust you. Show them that you mean it.” Paul softly awnsered back.

Alex nodded at us. “I do mean it. Just promise that you won't hurt me or Paul, and I will let you out.” Alex tried to reason. But again we didn't answer. We just looked at them this time.

Almost eighty years later you had developed feelings for the Male in the cage next to you which was weird because you didn't even know his name, but little did you know that Morpheus also grew feelings for you.

Also the guards started to change every now and then until they looked very modern. And you, you were still looking young and didn't age which you thought was weird and not normal, but Alex was old now just as Paul was, they both married year's ago. They were in the dungeon again. Alex stood in front of Morpheus's cage and had his hand on the glass. “I could have asked you for wealth or Power, and protection, like my father did. But all I wanted was to be free of you two.” He said softly.

You and Morpheus looked up at him. “Surely you want that too.” Paul walked into view pushing a wheelchair in front of him. “Alex, darling, please.” he said softly mentioning to the wheelchair. Alex put his hand away from the glass and sat down in the wheelchair, Paul's hand on his shoulder. He looked at us one more time. “Take me upstairs, Paul. I won't be coming down here again.” is all that he said as Paul started to push the wheelchair, and now there was a gap in the protective circle. Paul stopped a few feet away and looked back seeing it, then he looked at us and made a small nod. He then around and and left with Alex.

Morpheus looked at the gap and wondered why Paul would do that, but in the end it doesn't matter, he can free himself and you now and that's all that matters to him right now.

So when they got out, and the door to the dungeon closed, it was only two guards left inside. “Old Dracula here’s not moving an inch. Just like the other weirdo.” the Female guard said quietly, looking up from her book she was reading. “Why do you call it Dracula and weirdo?” The male guard said tiredly while looking up from his newspaper. “Because I think they are. What do you think they are?” she asked quickly.

The male sighed. “I try not. You know what I think about?” he asked her, again looking up from his newspaper. “Majorca. Four days… and I'll be on a beach. Stinking of suntan lotion.” he said and smiled to himself at the thought.

Morpheus leaned forward holding himself on the glass while glaring at the guard. And you were just watching. “Lucky bugger. I was on Corfu on holiday once.” the female guard told as the other one yawned and fell asleep. Suddenly something weird starts to happen as Morpheus stares at the guard. The guard stood up from his chair and shot both of our cages and they started to break. You sat there wide eyed. “Fred!” the female guard screamed.

She ran towards him to stop him. “Fred, stop it! You'll… Fred!” she screamed but it was too late Both of your cages exploded into many pieces and our surroundings were glowing. You and Morpheus got out of your cages. “Don’t move! Stay where you are!” the guy called Fred screamed. “What… what's he got in his hands?” the female screamed. You looked at Morpheus and saw that he had something in his balled fist but you couldn't see it.

Morpheus slowly put his hand up where he held something in it right in front of his face. The guards already had their weapons aimed at us. “Oi! Open your hands, now!” she screamed at him.

And so he opened his Hand and you saw him blowing some sort of sand towards them, which made them instantly fall asleep. You were watching the scene curious. But then all of your strength suddenly left your legs and you fell to your knees right next to Morpheus with a thud. He instantly looked at you and kneeled down to your hight.

He slowly put his hand on your cheek and his eyes looked at you softly. “I'll get us out of here.” he said and his tone was smooth but very deep. You melted into his hand and nodded at him. Then he slowly picked you up bridal style. Your arms around his waist as you were sucked into the glowing. You… you were getting your revenge now.

Then in a room a black cat came in and sat on a chair in the middle of the room. There also came Alex into the room he looked young again and he curiously looked at the cat with his head tilted to the side. Suddenly the cat disappeared and Morpheus sat on the chair and you stood beside him both fully clothed as you looked at Alex darkly. “Hello” Morpheus said.

Alex was scared you could see it in his eyes. “It's... It's you two. You're… you're free.” he said quietly. “We are.” Morpheus simply awnsered as he stood up and the wind started to blow through the open window. “And have you any idea what it was like? Confined in a cage for over a century?” he asked as he slowly walked towards Alex. “Do you understand the damage you've done to your world?” he asked again. Alex was more then just scared now, he was terrified. “I'm sorry. I… I didn't know. Please.” he said backing away a bit.

Morpheus looked at him unbothered just like you. “Your punishment, then, shall be a gift.” when he said that Alex turned to a little boy. “I give you this, the gift… of eternal… sleep.” when he finished the sentence he blow some sand in Alex’s face and he fell asleep.

Morpheus looked looked back at you holding his hand out. “Let's get out of here.” That's all you needed to hear and took his hand as he teleported you both.

A voice was heard. ”Sir. Sir.” It was the panicked voice of Lucienne. “Oh, my goodness.” she kneeled down to turn him onto his back. “Sir. It's me!” she panted as she saw his eyes opening. “It's Lucienne.” she said as Morpheus looked at her and started to smile and took her hand. “Lucienne.” he whispered weakly. “Your home, my Lord.” and that's when Morpheus started to frown. When he looked beside him he noticed you weren't there. “My Lord? What's wrong?” she asked worriedly.

Morpheus started to stand up. “A boy, he was held captive. Just like me. I brought him with me.” He said as he started to look around. Not even a minute later he saw you laying a few feet away from him, and he immediately sprinted towards you with Lucienne. “A Human? Why was he held captive?” she asked confused. Morpheus shook his head as he turned you around and saw you breathing normally. “He is not fully human, it seems. Because he didn't age for almost a century. The man who held us captive once called him Hero.” Lucienne looked at him baffled. “Do you think he is one of the three heroes? My Lord?” she asked. “I don't know.” is all he awnsered as he gently put a hand on your cheek which made you open your eyes.

When you saw him you started to smile. “Your safe now.” Morpheus said softly as he helped you off of the ground. You looked around and saw the woman with pointy ears and smiled at her. “Hello, jung Man.” she smiled back at you. You were a little scared to speak because you didn't talk since you were held captive, but you decided to still try it. “H-Hello.” you said but your voice didn't sound raspy or broken as you thought it would be. Morpheus and Lucienne smiled at you. “Thank you, for taking me with you…” you started but you trailed off because you didn't know his name.

Morpheus smiled softly at you. “My name is Morpheus. And this is Lucienne.” he told you. “Thank you, Morpheus. And my name is Y/N.” you smiled at both of them.

You started walking over to very huge gates on a massive wall. On those big gates were some pictures in it it looked well made. It made you look at them amazed with your mouth wide open. Morpheus looked at you and chuckled. “You like them?” he asked which made you blink before realizing, and looked at him. “Yeah! I-I mean they look astonishing!” you smiled at him nervously.

Morpheus then raised his hand and touched the gates, they began shaking and started to open up. “Forgive me, sir, but… the realm, the palace… they are not as you left them.” Lucienne said as Morpheus looked at her. Morpheus looked through the gate as it opened. His look… he was shocked with what happened to his Realm… his home.

You, looked shocked too, even if you didn't know how it looked like before. You saw the dead trees and bushes, the land looked like as if it was completely dead. Then you saw that a piece of the roof from the half destroyed castle fell down. “What happened here? Who did this?” He asked not daring to look away from his destroyed home.

Lucienne let out a sigh. “My Lord, you are The Dreaming, The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were, the realm began to… decay. And crumble.” she looked at him sadly as he looked back at her. “And the residents? The Palace staff?” Morpheus asked with a little hope. “I'm afraid most have… gone.” she looked at the ground. “Gone?” he asked rising his eyebrows. “Some went looking for you.” she looked back at him. “And the others?” He asked walking in front of her. Lucienne looked back down to her side, then back up. “They thought, perhaps, you'd grown weary of your duties and…” Morpheus stopped her. “What? Abandoned them? Had they so little faith in me?” he asked in disbelief.

Lucienne didn't know what to say. You on the other concentrated on the view that was in front of you, as the conversation went deff on your ears. You slowly started to move away from them and towards the destroyed landscape. You felt welcomed even if the view in front of you didn't look welcoming in the first place. You closed your eyes whilst you took in the fresh air.

Lucienne looked towards you, which made Morpheus look behind him and he sees that you are walking away from them. When suddenly they saw some tears rolling down your face, when you turned your head sideways.

Lucienne looks worried. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder which made you open your eyes and look at the person who's hand was on your shoulder. It was Morpheus. You look at him puzzled. “Y/N?” Morpheus asked. “Yes? Is something wrong?” you tilted your head. “You seemed lost in thoughts. What's wrong?” he asked softly. “Didn’t notice that! I'm happy to be free again and out of this tiny cell in that weird Dungeon… Aaaand I'm probably a little tired after some sleepless nights.” You laughed awkwardly while scratching your head.

Morpheus nodded. “How about a little sleep then?” He asked while rising a brow. “Hmmm, no. Not before I helped you rebuild your realm!” you said grinning and put your hands on your hips. “But if you want to help him, you will need your sleep.” Lucienne reasoned. You humed. “You're probably right. Okay, I'll sleep once we’re there.” you smiled. Morpheus nodded again. “Let's go shall we?” you nodded at his question and walked beside him.

When you arrived at the castle, Morpheus turned towards you. “Come with me, I show you where you can sleep,” he started as you part ways with Lucienne. “Can I ask you something, Morpheus?” you look at him. “Of course. What do you want to know?” you thought for a short second. “I wanted to know who you are besides Morpheus, you know?” you asked nervously. Morpheus smiled and made a small chuckle. “I am an Endless, Dream of the Endless to be exact. People also call me the Sandman. Also we're here.” he said opening a door to a bedroom that was still intact. When you went inside you saw that the room was painted in black, but it was held simple.

You pulled your shoes, coat, and shirt off. When you sat down on the bed, Morpheus follows you and stands in front of you. “Who's room is this?” you asked looking around. “It's mine.” he simply answered. Your head shot into his direction while standing up. “I didn't know. I can sleep on the floor too.” you tried to say as he already put a hand on your shoulder and sat you back down. “It's alright. I told you to sleep, didn't I?” you looked baffled as you nodded at him. “Now, lay down.” you did as you were told and pulled the covers over you.

Morpheus kneels down to your height, and holds a closed hand in front of his face, which makes you realize what he was about to do so you stop him. “Wait!” you said which made him raise a brow. “Yes?” he asks while looking into your eyes. “We can share the bed if you want! I mean if it's okay with you…” you said shyly. This catches Morpheus off guard but he starts to smirk slightly. “If that's what you want. I will. But I will go and talk to Lucienne shortly, then I'll be back.” he says and you give him a closed-eyed smile. “Yeah, I'll wait.” Morpheus gives you a nod as he stands up and leaves the room grinning to himself.

About ten minutes later he returned. “I'm here now.” he says and you simply nod at him. So he pulls his shirt and pants off but leaves the boxers on. He walks over to the empty side of the bed and gets under the covers. You both stare at each other until you slowly fell asleep. Morpheus smiled at your peaceful sleeping face as he slowly touched your cheek with his hand. Then the next second, you had your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. “Good night, Y/N.” Morpheus had a small smile on his face as he laid his arms around your body.