#oh lucian................

[wolfziedraws]

POV you're the TV in Vic's guest house

[act-iv]

I - The Magician

Action, Awareness, Concentration, Power.

[evilfloralfoolery]

Love Bites - Part 2

Like the title says. ;)

**Also, make sure you realize that werewolves and vampires are creatures that feast on blood and flesh. If this type of thing bothers you, this fic is not for you. There's going to be blood. Curate your internet experience accordingly.

Please see the end of the fic for translations and such fuckery.

Enjoy!

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Like himself, Marrok is a creature of the night, so there is no surprise in Lucian when he awakens at dusk to find the werewolf still sleeping beside him.  Not that Lucian himself truly “slept.”  The slumber of a vampire was more of a deep, meditative void.  He had gone weeks without “sleeping.”  Now, it was a sort of indulgence to lie beside his lover, who did still require rest.  

At least it had been as such, until this vile misfortune had been foisted upon him. Now, resting was a necessity until the wretched foolishness of his body had healed itself.  Exactly when that might be, he did not know.

Marrok grumbles in his sleep and rolls onto his side, one arm flopping across Lucian’s body.  Whether it is the werewolf’s need for “pack behavior” or a true desire to be close does not matter.  Lucian takes the opportunity just the same.  

He curls against Marrok’s bare chest, lulled by the steady, pulsing rhythm of his heart.  That is, until his own body decides upon retribution.  Always at the most insufferable and inconvenient of times.

There is no time to grope for his handkerchief, no time to pull away. Instead, he must contend with the indecency of steepling his hands over his nose and mouth, muffling a poorly constrained “--nnkgSSCHuh!” into their confines. 

The slumbering cadence of Marrok’s breathing stops.

“Je suis désolée, mon cher,” Lucian says from behind the cover of his hands. “I am stihh–still—-hhhuuhIKGSSSCH-U! Ugh, mon dieu.”

Marrok chuckles. “Hmn, I’d ask if you��re dying, but–”

“Ferme ta gueule,” Lucian says, which only earns him a louder, much more pointed laugh.

“Make me.”  Marrok grabs Lucian’s wrists, tugging his hands away from his face.  “And quit it with the hands.” 

Lucian huffs. “Would you rather I show such indecency to your bare chest, then?”

“Yeah,” Marrok says.  “I would.” 

Rough, calloused palms cup his face and Marrok kisses him with such passionate vigor that Lucian moans against his mouth.  Purely involuntary, of course. 

“I’d like to fuck the starlight out of you right now.”  Marrok runs his tongue over Lucian’s bottom lip.  “But I’ve got wolf shit to do.”

“Do you?”  Lucian’s hand wanders between the werewolf’s legs, nails scraping his inner thigh.  “What sorrow for you.” 

“Goddamn it.” Chills march up Marrok’s arm and it is now Lucian’s turn to chuckle. 

“You began this.  The fault is yours.” 

In the distance, a chorus of howls too vocally eerie to be mere wolves escalates and Marrok grumbles.  “They’re doing stupid shit.  I gotta go.” 

Lucian withdraws his hand and sits up with a pointed sniffle. “I will try not to be too unwell in your absence.” 

Marrok rolls his eyes.  “Whatever. I’m going to go kill something.” 

One golden eyebrow arches. “Something or someone?”

“Does it matter?” Marrok crosses the distance back to the balcony and hops onto the ornate rail. 

“It does, if one has taste.” 

Marrok makes a show of extending both middle fingers. “Taste this.” 

He vaults over the side of the balcony and lands somewhere in the courtyard, disappearing into the underbrush before Lucian can track his movements.

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By the time Marrok returns, darkness has fallen to the fullest extent, the air heavy with the scent of night blooming jasmine and fresh oleander.  

And the metallic sweetness of fresh blood. 

“I take it your hunt was successful.” Lucian files the edges of one nail into a fastidious point and sits back to admire the shape for a moment. 

“Yes.” 

One side of Marrok's face is coated in slick, glistening crimson, brutal to some, but alluring to the vampire.  How fortunate was he to have such a magnificent creature to indulge and woo. 

Upon noticing Lucian’s amorous stare, the werewolf tilts his head with a smirk. “You like what you see?” 

“Oui. J'adore votre folie.” Lucian sets the file down and rises to his feet. “Now, kiss me while the taste of life is still fresh upon your lips.”

“Mmn, that's hot,”  Marrok says. 

And he complies readily. Eagerly. While there are plenty of deer and other prey in the nearby woods, tonight's feast has been human. Lucian can taste it, can see the flicker of images within his lover's mind. 

A man with intent to do far more than follow a young woman home. Another with an abhorrent collection of photos from those who did not give consent. 

But of course. Beneath the simmering rage and bluster lurked a vigilante dressed in fur and fangs. Not that Marrok would ever admit to such a thing. 

Just as Lucian was loath to admit the stupidity that had caused his current condition.  While Marrok's accusations had been false for the most part, Lucian had placated him the falsehood of ignorance when questioned about how he had managed to become so suddenly ill.

Lucian was more than aware of how it had come to pass.  Despite popular folklore, sunlight would not destroy him. Too much exposure to it would, however, prove to be terrible for his well being. Hunting during the day was not his preference, but at times, nature proved to be stronger than common sense. 

And speaking of such things, his sinuses saw fit to remind him of his idiocy several times an hour. Obviously, he is now somehow overdue. 

He places a hand upon Marrok's bare chest to indicate his need for distance. “Ah, pardon. I am-hhhuuh!” He fights the urge for all of three seconds before managing to tug his handkerchief free of his sleeve, where he had tucked it away for easy access. “IHSSSCHu! Hhhhhiiiih-hhh-uuh. . . ! HhhISSSCCH–UUH!’  The hand switches to light upon his own chest, as if he must do so to catch his breath. “Mon dieu! My apologies.”

“Huh.” Marrok studies him with a furrowed brow. “You really are sick.” 

“Why such surprise? I told you as much myself.” Lucian muffles another wrenching sneeze into the folds of the cloth. “I have abused many handkerchiefs while you were away.”

“Oh yeah?” Darkness swallows the yellow of Marrok's eyes until only a slight ring remains. “How many?”

“More than you have fingers, mon cher.”

“Fuuuck,” Marrok says with such soft, vehement feeling that Lucian chuckles.  

He does not, however, return his lips to their previous plundering. Instead, he buries his face in Lucian's mess of golden waves and inhales the scent of him like he is somehow drawing sustenance from it. 

“You haven't fed.” Marrok’s voice is almost tender for a moment before it is replaced with his signature sass. “You want some of this?” He gestures to himself with a saucy grin. 

“You have spent much time hunting,” Lucian says. “No harm will come to me if I do not. . . “ His words trail into nothingness, for Marrok has dragged his nail over his wrist, slicing the sun-bronzed skin just enough for a thin rivulet of blood to drip from his fingers. 

“Come on.” Marrok runs his tongue up the side of his hand, his lips wet with a vermillion shine. “You know I taste good.” 

Lucian rakes a hand through hair with a huff. “Putain de merde.” 

That gets a raucous laugh from Marrok, who soon finds himself pinned to the wall, an arm across his throat and fingers twisted into that unruly mane that has the audacity to call itself “hair.” 

“You want my neck instead? Do you, Lucian?” He tilts his head to one side in invitation. “Do it.” 

Marrok's heartbeat calls to him, a slow and steady throb without fear or dread. 

All restraint is lost.

Lucian sinks his fangs into the flesh, the hot pulse of life rushing over his tongue, filling his senses and reviving him like no mortal blood can manage.  Marrok tastes of savage magic, of wildness and defiance, as rich as the finest indulgence and bolder than any wine could ever muster.

He takes only enough to bring warmth to his skin and quell the odd chill that seems to have settled deep within his bones somehow. 

But Marrok does not move away. 

“You didn't take much.”

“It was enough.” 

“It wasn’t enough.” 

Already, the small punctures on Marrok's throat have begun to heal, a true testament to his preternatural nature. 

Lucian doesn't bother to wipe the blood from his lips or address the fact that it has left a wet trail down his chest.  Instead, he slips the few remaining buttons away from their holes and allows the shirt to slide from his shoulders and onto the ground. The way Marrok’s gaze follows his every move is more than appreciative, it is predatory.  Hungry for a different manner of satiation. 

“Is there something that you desire to taste?” Lucian glances over his shoulder, strands of his flaxen hair adhered to his cheek by Marrok’s own essence.  “Something you wish to devour?”

Marrok snorts.  “Fuck you.”

But the words are a teasing retort and not the anger that had so fiercely gripped him earlier. 

Marrok stalks him like prey, his stare steady and penetrating, head lowered, breathing deep and controlled. Before he can pin Lucian to the bed, the vampire is suddenly behind him, an arm around his throat in a reverse strangle hold. 

“Since you have such concern for my well being, mon amour, I will satisfy your curiosities.”  He hefts the much larger, snarling werewolf into his arms, as if he is a mere wisp of a being and tosses him onto the bed where he lands with a most ungraceful thud. 

It is Lucian who does the holding now, pinning Marrok's shoulders to the bed sheets.

“Ah, je suis désolée.” Lucian chuckles with dark repose as he runs a finger down Marrok's nose, pausing to tap the tip. “Did you want to be on top?”

To his rather sadistic amusement, Marrok does not struggle, choosing instead to lace his fingers behind his head and stretch beneath Lucian's body. 

“Nah,” Marrok says with a smirk. “I'll just chill here and let you please me.”  

He does, however, fist a handful of Lucian's blood-and-flaxen waves, jerking his head to one side. “Don't bite my dick.” 

Lucian laughs with such improper lunacy that the birds perched on the balcony railing scatter into the night sky. 

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TBC . . . .

Mon dieu - My god Oui. J'adore votre folie - Yes. I adore your madness Mon cher - My dear/My darling Ferme ta gueule- Shut your mouth Putain de merde - Fucking hell (or what the fuck, in other contexts) Mon amour - My love Je suis désolée - I am sorry

[tyrannuspitch]

top five. thor image.

EXCELLENT QUESTION

in chronological order:

baby boy. baby. also evil. sooo young and sweet and idealistic and um. this can't be right. genocidal?

2. becoming his father but don't worry about it! nothing sinister happening here! CH's acting is often hard to capture in stills but in this scene he looks and sounds like he's holding back tears, and he's lying through his teeth (including to himself) about odin being a good dad. and then odin (several thousand years deeper in the same emotional repression) gives him this cold little pat on the shoulder and is like right that's enough parenting for this century.

3. entering the avengers like it's a horror movie and he is the monster!!! mirrors loki's entry because they are The Same <3 extremely undead of him, too. ghost AND frankenstein.

4. codependent twin moment. there is a Hollow at thor's right hand. there is a Missing Piece that mirrors him perfectly. he's not meant to admit it any more, but he can't escape it either. no matter how it hurts he sees his brother in everything and always will <3

5. this specific face. in context this is fucking haunting trust me

[space-writes]

Xanthee has finally gotten her first scene, and what did she decide to do? fucking. prank Lucian.

“No bother,” the woman said. She stuck out her hand—the magical one, not the flesh and blood one. “Xanthee, for politeness’ sake.” Lucian tentatively took the hand, surprised when it gripped him as firmly as any other he’d shaken, if with the addition of crackling tingles shooting up his arm. “Lucian,” he said. “And this is Aliyne.” “Pleasure,” said Xanthee. She took her arm back, but her hand remained. Lucian’s eyes went wide and he jumped away, frantically trying to pull free of her disembodied grasp. She laughed uproariously, and perhaps the maturity he’d heard in her voice was all illusion, for that was a move Zander would have appreciated and no mistake. “Sorry, sorry,” she said, wheezing back to words. The magical hand flickered, vanished, then re-appeared at the end of her arm. “Couldn’t help myself, on account of you’re clearly not from around these parts. Figured it wouldn’t work on the girl carrying weapons in Cyvanil.”

woman that was the equivalent of a palm buzzer you are supposed to be a grown up

[batteryrose]

i wanted to draw elfrind (OC), chevalier and Lucian but i am tired sleepy so i drew them in a cute style or whatever

[butchnavi]

the 39 clues girlies are having a field day in the notes of a post I made months ago and all I can do is gaze upon them fondly as I remember the most passionate late lover of my life

[archersgoon]

to be fair to lucian he is right here. in that constance and sandrine would've just enacted a swift and brutal revenge then considered themselves even until the next time he tried some shit

[vice-president-galade]

I wish we got to see more interaction between Ciara and Lucian. They're foils to each other -- the two "unmarried" (cough cough) members of the administration, both tirelessly dedicated to their work and willing to go beyond their immediate roles. He does support her education reforms -- it's one of the few times he gives an opinion based on his own beliefs, not what's politically expedient. But they are complete opposites in their approach to policy -- Ciara is the uncompromising idealistic firebrand and of course Lucian is Mr. Art of the Possible.

Lucian has a handful of (mildly) misogynistic moments, but Ciara at least calls him out on one of them:

And when they start arguing about teaching evolution, it's the only time I can remember that he raises his voice (aside from when you refuse to investigate Livia, when he gets "unhinged").

He goes back and forth a bit with some of the other cabinet members, but not to this extent. And then the meeting ends on this amazingly bitchy moment:

In my headcanon second term, Lucian, Ciara and Nia are Anton's inner circle, and Nia and Anton are constantly having to referee between the two of them. (Buuuut ultimately they have a lot of love and respect for each other because it's my headcanon and I can make it hopelessly idealized if I want)

[vonlipvig]

might fuck around and turn more suzerain characters into women btw

[littlcfreaks]

@blccmngs continued from here

if you had asked him even two weeks ago that if not hearing from parrish for two days would have worried him, easily he would have been able to say no. be able to easily brush the question off. now his chest was constricting with worry after 38 hours and after 48, he was showing up at parrish's house, finding an unlocked door (he made a note to lecture parrish about his safety later). no sign of him at first, but his keys were on the counter, so he ventured further in, into parrish's now familiar bedroom, "oh, baby." the familiar light in parrish's eyes was dimmed when he looked over, acknowledging lucian's presence and he wasn't really sure if he was allowed to be here, if he was allowed to stay, but parrish didn't shove him away so he dropped onto the bed, laying next to him, "shut up and come over here." his arms snake around parrish's waist, tugging him against his chest, one hand cradling his head, "why didn't you call me, dumbass?" his fingers a stark contrast to his words, smoothing over parrish's hair, "have you had anything to eat?"

[crowlore]

look as much as manga wolfwood is my forever angel i do still constantly miss anime wolfwood. he just didn’t get nearly crazy enough with it. and by it? well. let’s just say. [holds up the page where he eats glass]

[isame-allen]

How about Lucian? Idc who he's with I just want Lucian :)))

I too want Lucian

[ayyponine]

art update fr april part 2/2

[rosiespokemontwitterau]

Boys will be boys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

[sincerelyrushwriter]

Every time a reader expresses disappointment about Sabas not appearing, I want you to know that I am fanning myself with chapters I have already written but cannot post yet.