#lucien and luna

[belovedapollo]

Lucien, Luna and a quiet moment 🌞

reblog is okay, don’t repost/use

#my photos #lucien and luna #cats #cat owner #persian cat #british shorthair #cat pictures #cat lovers #cats of tumblr #slowlife #slow living #quiet life #quiet time #kinfolk #vscodaily #vscofilm #journal #journaling #reading #books #light academia #light academia aesthetic #light aesthetic #analog aesthetic #film aesthetic

[ashes-of-ailell]

y'all ask me stuff about my 3h ocs. they are in my head and I must rant but I do not know where to start help-

#made a post about them recently you shouldn't need to scroll too far to find it #they must be unleashed upon the world #also helps me develop them a little more too :3 #their name are Luna Lucien Tyler and Max #I love them very much (not to sound. full of myself because they're my characters lol) #questions can be anything! standard oc questions to the most unhinged or specific thing you can think of just go for it

[readychilledwine]

Eris Week Day Four Hounds | Autumn Equinox

Unconditional

Prompt - Do Eris hounds like someone else more than him? How does Eris feel about this? Has Eris ever given one of his hounds as a gift to someone within the court?

Warnings - swearing and unedited

A/N - happy day four of @erisweek2023 my loves. It is a double post day! I personally believe Lucien has a deeper connection to nature and animals, so when I saw this idea, it immediately put this in my head.

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Lucien dropped his bags and weapons, holding his arms out as three smoke hounds ran to him. Their whip-like tails were moving with blinding speed as the fastest of the three reached him and leaped into his arms, knocking him over.

Rhysand laughed nervously and backed away slowly. Lucien was chuckling as the three hounds licked him and laid on him, waiting for their master. They were whining if Lucien stopped scratching them, or stopped kissing them, or stopped talking to them in the soft baby voice he was using.

A deep chuckle came from the tree next to Rhysand. Eris was leaned against it, his arms crossed along his chest. "Rhysand."

"Eris," the High Lord said calmly. "How are you?"

"Annoyed my hounds ARE NOT DOING THEIR JOB." The three hounds snapped their heads towards Eris and Lucien's auburn brows went up. "Stop it. You all are hunters, not pets." The hounds ignored him, going back to kissing and receiving love from their uncle. "No no it's fine," Eris muttered. "I just feed you. Bathe you. Groom you. Ignore me though. It's fine." Eris straightened his jacket before inclining his head to Rhysand. "Welcome to my cabin. Please, come inside. How are you? Did you two winnow or fly?"

Rhysand followed him. "Things are well, we winnowed." He was blind sided as another smoke hound rushed to him, weaving herself around his legs before sitting prettily in front of him with her nose raised, waiting for a pat. "Well, hello, little darling." Eris could sense Rhysand's nerves.

His hounds were deadly. There was no other way to put it. To the outside world, they appeared to be ruthless hunters and trackers, willing to tear anyone and anything apart. In the safety of his cabin, though, they were his children. They took turns laying in bed with Eris. They were pampered and spoiled little things with an endless supply of love, toys, and treats.

"Luna, go lay back down. Leave him alone," a soft wine was the only response to Eris as the beautiful girl nudged Rhysand's hand. "Mother fuck me. Do you all not want to listen to me today?" Loud whines were his answer, causing the heir to roll his eyes. Rhysand watched as Eris opened the doorway to the cabin, and the remaining hounds ran to Lucien, reknocking the heir to the Day Court down with loud yelps and laughter following.

Another soft nudge came at his hand, and Rhysand finally caved, staring into the smoke hounds soft grey eyes as he gently scratched behind her ears. Her eyes shut in bliss as she leaned further into Rhysand's touch. He found himself kneeling down, getting closer to her, and raising his other hand to scratch the other ear as well.

"They are quite soft and lovely." Rhysand admitted, his heart tightening as Luna whimpered softly in joy, "This one especially."

"That one is my baby. She sleeps with me every night. She is a spoiled girl. Rarely leaves the cabin unless it's with me, which is fine she breeds wonderful pups. All of her litters are filled with hunters and protectors."

Rhysand smiled at Eris. "They are good companions?" Eris nodded. "Nyx would like them. He has been very forward about us getting him a pet soon. Azriel's shadows are no longer cutting it."

Eris nodded again, a small smile on his face as a puppy appeared behind him and looked between him and Rhysand before laying at his feet. Luna was instantly at the little hounds side, licking him gently before laying with him. "Good morning, little one," Eris bent down to the pup, patting his head lightly and putting a treat from his pocket. "I will keep that in mind for a solstice present. I may have a runt who would love a new home and his own little one to protect. He just needs a little more training."

Rhys was stunned, looking between Eris and the pup, "I could not accept that, Eris. It's too generous."

Lucien had finally entered the cabin, all the hounds in tow. "You really should, Rhys. There would be no better pet nor protector for Nyx. I have a good feeling about that little guy." The pup seemed to know they were discussing him, raising himself up, sitting down politely, and lifting his little head in pride.

Rhysand's felt his heart swelling again at the gentleness Eris was cooing the little hound with. It was the same gentleness he cooed Nyx with, the same gentleness he treated Cassian and Nesta's daughter with, and the same gentleness Rhysand had begun to see in Eris more and more as his walls went down. Eris scratched below the pup's chin, "Me too." He paused, looking at Rhys. "I think maybe we allow them to meet, and then we can decide?"

Rhysand nodded, holding his hand out to the pup and watching as he laid his snoot into his palm. "I can agree to that."

#acotar #eris vanserra #rhysand #lucien vanserra #acotar drabble #erisweek2023

[highladyivy]

Headcanons and Hot takes of the ACOTARs Series Characters that just feels right to me…. A thread.

*Possible spoilers*

(PSA- I have not read all the books yet I have only fully read ACOTAR. Currently on ACOMAF. so take this with a grain of salt) will be updating as I continue.

• Cassian carries a portrait of Nesta with him behind his siphon wherever he goes.

• I think Elain and Lucien will inevitably end up together. I think him giving her space will work in his favour.

• I think Azriel is Bisexual.

• Azriel (I mean all of them but him especially) Needs Therapy

• Do I condone that Rhysand left Feyre in the dark during her pregnancy… No. Do I understand why he did it … Yes.

• I think Nesta was wrong for always taking the money that feyre worked so hard for when they were humans.

• For someone so creative Feyre choosing Nyx as her sons name is such a basic ass choice. Like you couldn’t come up with anything more unique or better than that. It’s like how every husky is named Luna.#Unoriginal

• Mor did Azriel dirty. Like ok you didn’t want to come out fine. But you could have just told the guy “ like I’m just not that into you.” It’s not that hard

• therapy they all need therapy

• Feyre darling would be the password to all Rhysands things in the modern world

• Lucien x Feyre > Tamlin x Feyre

• Onions have layers …. And so do all the males in this series.

Update as of March 21, 2024

• The basement yard on YouTube is Cassian and Azriel Coded

• Azriel is everyone’s Hall Pass, both the guys, the girls and the gays love him

• I think Rhysand has abandonment issues and that’s part of the reason he butts heads with Nesta so much and is trying to keep Azriel from elain(other then the fact that she has a mate). I think he’s terrified that they’ll leave him now that they have significant others

• Ianthe did Feyre dirty with the red roses and her wedding.

• part of me wonders if the red rose petals weren’t included in the wedding to tamlin would Feyre have been triggered. I almost think she wouldn’t have and then she would’ve married tamlin

• I get that the spring court was cursed to not talk about said curse but you idiots could draw a fucking story board. Do an interruptive dance idk… anything non verbal… CHARADES FOR FUXKS SAKES

•i think the wingspan theory is 100% true. And anyone of the boys who deny it also says that size isn’t everything. (But also how is Azriel walking around with three legs like my god)

• Elain in regards to the bond with Lucien saying she don’t want her choice taken away is simultaneously taking away Lucien’s choice by not rejecting the bond.

Yes she doesn’t owe anyone anything but. As a fae you always wonder if you’ll be blessed with a mate so even if she never rejects the bond and everyone moves on and Lucien accepts that she isn’t gonna give him a chance do you think someone who is born fae isn’t going to have a 1% hope that she’ll come around. you don’t want it fine but atleast put the guy out of his misery by rejecting it. Or be a nice person so that everyone can move on with their lives.

#acotar imagines #acotar smut #acotar headcanons #hot takes #azriel shadowsinger #rhysand #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #nesta archeron #cassian #feyre archeron #acotar series #tamlin #amren acotar #mor acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #eris vanserra

[nikethestatue]

I think many of us have our own pet theories that we initially either came up with, or started developing, and people were rolling their eyes thinking they were totally nutty, and now that they are coming true, it's amazingly satisfying.

Luna's Horn was the 4th Trove Object (i remember bringing it up early on, and people were like, WTF are you on?) Whatever I was on, worked out pretty well.

Familiar relationship between Rhys and Az.

Elain hearing someone's heartbeat being related to Dusk, not Lucien, not even Azriel

Literally everything related to Dusk

Azriel related to Dusk

The Cauldron giving Elain and Lucien some messed up freakin bond that's not like the other bonds

Night Court and Dusk Court are related by blood and power

Things I got wrong:

I thought the 2nd daughter was Aidas's. though honestly, I am not sure if either daughter is Fionn's

I though the Illyrians were created by the Princes of Hel

Didn't think the second daughter would be so...not good

Still trying to understand what Lanthys was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just a random death god hanging out, or something else? Same with Koschei and his siblings?

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Ranking best fictional characters (I only include ones I seriously like)

Hunger Games: 1. Finnick Odair (duh) 2. Katniss Everdeen 3. Peeta Mellark

Harry Potter: 1. Weasley Twins (they're a set) 2. Harry Potter 3. Luna Lovegood 4. Hermione Granger Honorable mention to Snape.

Percy Jackson: 1. Percy Jackson (is that even a question?) 2. Leo Valdez (duh) 3. Annabeth Chase 4. Jason Grace. 5. Frank Zhang 6. Hazel Levesque Honorable mention to Apollo! Kane Chronicles: 1. Zia Rashid 2. Carter Kane 3. Sadie Kane Magnus Chase: tbh I don't remember any of the characters it has been too long. I liked Magnus tho. Twilight: 1. Emmett Cullen 2. Rosalie Hale 3. Bella Swan (but ONLY in book 3) Shatter Me: DNF (I could not get behind Warner, sorry!), but Kenji was elite. Divergent: 1. Will 2. Four 3. Tris I will never NOT be mad that Tris died but Caleb fucking survived. The Maze Runner: I remember very little of this series, but I miss Teresa :(( Vampire Diaries: This is the one with the Salvatores, right? Yeah, DNF. I hated Damon from the start and I could never get behind him, sorry. The Selection: 1. Maxon Schreave 2. America Singer 3. Celeste Newsome 4. Marlee Tames Honorable mention to Amberly :)) Red Queen: 1. Mare Barrow 2. Shade Barrow 3. Cal Calore 4. Evangeline Samos Honorable mention to Farley and Kilorn Warren Throne of Glass: 1. Lorcan Salvaterre 2. Chaol Westfall 3. Yrene Towers 4. Elide Lochan 5. Dorian Havilliard Honorable mention to Papa Gavriel and Fenrys, we didn't get enough of them A Court of Thorns and Roses: 1. Lucien Vanserra 2. Eris Vanserra 3. Nesta Archeron Honorable mention to future Elain, former Tamlin, and Tarquin Crescent City: 1. Ruhn Danaan 2. Lehebah 3. Lidia Cervos 4. Tristan Flynn 5. Ithan Holstrom Honorable mention to the remaining frat boys + Hunt TV SHOWS: Pretty Little Liars: 1. Emily Fields 2. Jason Dilaurentis (I can't be the only one who wanted him and Aria to end up together, am I?) 3. Hana Marin Gossip Girl: 1. Nate Archibald (Serena, you fucked up) 2. Blair + Chuck (they're a set) Do we have the same taste? Let me know how many of these you agree or disagree with!

#finnick odair #weasley twins #percy jackson #zia rashid #magnus chase #emmett cullen #kenji kishimoto #will divergent #teresa maze runner #maxon schreave #mare barrow #lorcan salvaterre #lucien vanserra #ruhn danaan #nate archibald #emily fields

[commander-gloryforge]

Saving Tyria all by yourself, Handsome?

Is your blorbo looking for a mate? Someone to love and smooch and all that? Or are you just looking for a bestie? Well, fear not, because I might have just the right buddy for YOUR guy!

Welcome to the... the! Theee... BLORBACHELOR?!?!?!?

I shall present to you a couple of my guys that are looking for relationships and you can go look at them, and then let me know if you'd think you have an OC that would match them! Again, can be romantic, or they can be besties, or maybe enemies, or anything inbetween! let's pair up some blorbos! let's talk about it! Enjoy!

LUNA - VESTA - RYE

BRUM - LUCIEN - LORELEI

RYUMI - LÉA - PRIMA

WRENNIH - BYUNGJOON - NAGISA

CYNORION - BO - HAOYU

more about all of them under the cut!

Luna Montenero pronouns: they/she sexuality: lesbian age (in the year of 1336): 30 preferences: Luna needs someone who values their intelligence, they want a person that knows to to speak up, that isn't a doormat, and isn't afraid to go against the grain. somebody that shares her interets in music would also be nice. about her: Luna grew up with her cousin Ambrose, who also happened to be her best and only friend. When she was 16, their mother took them away from the Wolf family and began raising her as a priest of Lyssa. After years of abuse within the church of Lyssa, she escaped with a bang, quite literally, and became the assistant of a mists researcher. Though they enjoy their job very much, things have gotten... lonely, lately.

Vesta Blazestrike pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual age: 37 preferences: she won't admit this, but she needs someone who's gentle, patient and calm. she needs time, and trust. about her: Vesta is violent, because she's never known how else to respond to unjustice. her sire was a smoke shaman, and she inherited some of his powers. among flame, she was hated for being a woman, and when she fled and joined the blood legion, she was hated for being flame. she was set up to be killed by her warband when they were sent on a mission, but Vesta ended up being the only one left alive. She's always been treated like dirt, for her magic, her tendency to fall mute whenever she is angry or overwhelmed, and now the fact that she's killed her own warband. if only there was 1 person to treat her right...

Darryean "Rye" pronouns: they/he sexuality: queer age: 9 preferences: Someone with an interest in fishing, and herding dolyaks, and herding skimmers, and herding raptors, or fishing... someone to see past his early year problems. about him: Rye was born shortly after Mordremoth woke, and was vulnerable to his call. they began turning into a mordrem but snapped out of it at last. When he was shunned by other sylvari that had watched his slow and rather short lived transformation, he decided to move to Elona instead and just. start fishin. start cowboying. nowadays he's travelling with their two (only) friends Rhea and Junko, and he is tasked to be their bands manager and only fan.

Brum Flausch pronouns: he/him sexuality: pansexual age: 40 preferences: Brum is t4t, but otherwise he has no preferences about him: Brum is just kind of a guy. He's a gladium after his warband kicked him out for being besties with a human, and then that human betrayed him, and now he's just kind of. chilling. alone. he does have a friend, Lysania, and she gave him the name "Flausch" after he split off from his warband. He's very kind, and also very big and strong :]

Lucien The Lost pronouns: he/him sexuality: i don't think he knows this age: he also doesn't know this preferences: I also don't think he has any about him: Lucien came crawling out of a cave one day and wandered into a camp of Dwayna's priests that swiftly took him in when he started blabbering about being a priest and having come back to serve his deity- except that he couldn't remember who exactly he was serving. after a couple of years of being kinda useless though, he started working for a particularly grumpy inquest asura. Lucien still doesn't know anything about his past, or what god has reawakened him, or if that god is ever going to come back, or when was the last time he lived, or why he has the quiet urge in the back of his head that tells him to destroy. hes fine tho dw

Lorelei Celestia pronouns: she/her sexuality: lesbian age: 28 preferences: every woman ever <;3 about her: Lorelei grew up in Lion's Arch. She was trained in an undergroud fight club when she was a teen, though that one shut down when a child literally exploded and opened a demonic portal in the process problems came up. Nowadays she's a roller beetle racer and general bad-guy-smasher, together with her asuran brother Vinzz, and her new wet hamster Ambrose.

Kang Ryumi pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual age: around 18 or 19, probably? preferences: someone that's free and rebellious, someone that shares her passion for music, someone that doesn't have a problem with presenting themselves to the world about her: Ryumi awoke somewhere in cantha, and stumbled into a little fishing village where she was taken in by two siblings that, just like her, were kind of outcasts. She had always loved music, and slowly worked herself up to become canthas biggest pop idol. she had planned to tour through all of tyria, until her label dropped her. now she's on her own, working on becoming properly independent.

Léandra "Léa" Rose Grey pronouns: he/she/they sexuality: bisexual age: 32 preferences: man. just anyone at this point. about them: Lèa's had a- complicated life. A bit too much to get into now. But I'll let you know that love has never ended well for Léa, having a onesided crush for years on the most pathetic man in Divinity's Reach, then being dumped by the literal commander, then having a onesided crush on his best friend. Maybe they've kinda given up by now. She's a contract killer nowadays, and quite lonely. They haven't seen their friends/ex guild members in a long time, and the only person he's been around in the past, what, four years, was her mentor. And that mentor isn't the best company, to be honest.

Prima Glittergore pronouns: she/her sexuality: asexual lesbian age: 29 preferences: strong, tall, sexy. about her: Prima technically was a head pact engineer, except that people didn't really listen to her as much as they should. Her work was often seen as over the top and not as practical- and to be clear, her inventions ARE very practical, but they're ALSO very stylish, and it's not her fault you're scared by a little bit of glitter. She's an incredible engineer with a love for pink, ribbons, rainbows and blood.

Wrennih "Wren" pronouns: he/him sexuality: lesbian age: 32 preferences: Wren would probbaly prefer to be with other asura, but aside from that he doesn't care a lot. about him: Wren used to be Inquest, but he doesn't talk about that a lot- they just happened to be the only one's to fund his fascination with time and space. he left after breaking up with his then girlfriend and decided to redeem himself by joining the pact during the fight against mordremoth. he still feels the need to help tyria in any way he can, though he does kind of miss the chances he had with the inquest and the research he was able to do there.

Song Byungjoon pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual age: 27 preferences: EVERYONE!!!! about him: Byungjoon is an outlaw, a gambler, a flirt, and most importantly: a large dumbass. He gets himself into trouble with every breath he takes. he's been travelling around the jade sea for a long while, and somehow, slowly, absorbed a suspicious amount of draconic energy. during his travels, he also met the one person that is willing to save his ass everytime he gets himself jailed again:

Nagisa Shadowshot pronouns: they/them sexuality: asexual lesbian age: 33 preferences: someone a little calmer and more responsible, to balance out their mess of a brother, but also someone thats willing to take the first step and apporach them about them: Formerly a shrine maiden near the harvest tample, Nagisa now travels cantha and beyond with Byungjoon. theyre swift, smart and deadly. Shadows surround them, certainly more than their own one. Thyr're hesitant to talk to new people and prefer to keep to themselves.

Cynorion "Cyno" pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual age: 30 preferences: someone that can ground him, that he can relax around. someone that is able to rest, someone that isn't chasing a big goal about him: Cyno is a Secondborn and has taken on many different roles in his life. he's been a mender, a guide to the newly awakened, has tried to be a healer, a warden- in the end, nothing he does ever feels right. he feels like he doesnt belong, doesnt have a purpose, the grove isnt his home, but neither is any other place in tyria. he really just wishes he could sit down with his animal companions and play his lute forever, somewhere in nowhere.

Bo pronouns: she/her sexuality: pansexual age: 23 preferences: someone who is willing to give her a lot of attention about her: Bo, or as she prefers to be called, Musical Genius Bo, is tyrias BEST music producer ever and ever, for real, like really. her tunes are so good and great and by the alchemy shes so fucking good at music. she can just feel it. she can feel the vibes and vibrations in the air and all. truth is, Bo's music is absolute dogshit, but shes a girl with a dream and one day she will produce even for people like Ryumi or something. shes freespirited and positive, and probably the definition of the word "girlypop".

Liang Haoyu pronouns: he/him sexuality: gay age: "25" preferences: a cultured person that appreciates good music and fashion and art, and maaaybe someone who doesnt mind blood and murder and being tenderly bitten about him: Haoyu is a diva, he's dramatic, he's artistic, he's an instrument maker and quite the performer. he has mastered nearly every instrument there is and once was, probably because he's had a lot of time on his hands to do so, having been "alive" since long before the jade winds destroyed his home. he's seen his friends and lovers come and go, come and go, come and go, and he's gotten used to it, but that doesnt mean that if he makes a connection, it's any less meaningful to him.

#dios ocs #thats a lot. anyways. #be free to dm me or talk to me on discord pleaaeeee i want my ocs to have friends #btw if iyou ever see a character of mine you like you can ALWAYS apporach me and we can make our blorbos friends. im so serious. #guild wars 2 #yes im putting it in the main tag fuck u

[gamarancianne]

Okayyy hello everyone ! I'm French and bored so let's write !

But before : my rules

So these are the fandoms and character I will write for (in French or English) :

Acotar

Rhysand (my husband actually)

Azriel (my other husband)

Cassian (another one yep)

Feyre

Elain

Nesta (my wife omg)

Mor (my other wife)

Emerie

Gwyn

Lucien

Eris

Helion and other high Lords (except Tamlin, I am a fervent feminist so it's a slander Tamlin blog here)

Lotr

Aragorn

Legolas

Boromir

Faramir

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pipin

Gandalf ?

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Eowyn

Eomer

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Fred Wealsey

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaize Zabiniq

Theodore Nott (omg my husband)

Mattheo Riddle

Tom Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

Regulus Black

If you have a character or fandoms not written here, ask me anyway if I can write because I sometimes forget some :)

#acotar #lotr #harry potter #rhysand x reader #cassian x reader #azriel x reader #aragorn x reader #legolas x reader #theodore nott x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #morrigan #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #elain archeron #lucien acotar #draco malfoy #hermione granger #james potter #writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #female writers

[prettyprince00]

♡ FILMS FOR FAUNLET FASHION INSPO ♡

~~Got bored so compiled this (pretty extensive) list of film references for faunlet style and aesthetics, might be helpful for anyone looking to delve into and develop their style. Don't take this as some kind of gospel, it's just a bunch of movies and shows that I think can be useful reference points. My personal style and taste for example is a huge mix and amalgalm of stuff I see, from movie characters to paintings, books, comics, cartoons, music videos, haute couture collections, K- and J-idols, BJD dolls, even elements and staples from female fashion that I kind of genderflip or just outright mix into and merge with my own "masculine"/boyish/whatever faunlet fits. I think the secret to finding your style is to never limit yourself & always be creative (& clever ofc)! ♡

Feel free to suggest and tell me some of your personal films/shows that inspire you the most. I'm sure I forgot some stuff >.> Hope this helps somewhat lolol

WARNING: A LOT OF THESE HAVE MATURE THEMES AND +18 STUFF, SO DO RESEARCH BEFORE WATCHING AND PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, CAUTION & RESPONSIBILITY!

I. Academia/Schoolboy/Old Money/Preppy/Classic Faunlet Vibes

Les Amitiés particulières by Jean Delannoy

A Series of Unfortunate Events (Film and show)

Both versions of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Lord of the Flies (both versions tbh)

The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe by Andrew Adamson

Kaze to ki no Uta + Natsu e no Tobira (Honestly most shounen ai anime especially from the 80s/90s)

CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan

Kuroshitsuji i.e. Black Butler (probably the most famous ouji aka male lolita-influenced anime out there)

Ouran High School Host Club

Cardcaptor Sakura (Li's fits especially but also Touya's and Yukito's)

The Long Day Closes + The Neon Bible, by Terence Davies

If... by Lindsay Anderson

The Butcher Boy by Neil Jordan

Tea and Sympathy by Vincent Minnelli

Purple Noon by René Clément

Sleepers by Barry Levinson

The Basketball Diaries by Scott Kalvert

School Ties by Robert Mandel

The Dangerous Lives of the Altar Boys by Peter Care

Blue Spring by Toshiaki Toyoda

Death in Venice by Luchino Visconti

East of Eden (also Splendor in the Grass I guess?) by Elia Kazan

Lacombe Lucien (+ Au Revoir Les Enfants) by Louis Malle

Bad Education by Pedro Almodóvar

The Ice Storm by Ang Lee

La Luna + The Dreamers by Bernardo Bertolucci

Teorema by PP Pasolini (also Saló tbh bt I feel kinda weird recommending that lmfao even though it's a pretty well-established masterpiece & one of my favs)

Total Eclipse by Agnieszka Holland (teenage Arthur Rimbaud is a core faunler reference tbh, strange that I don't see him brought up more, though he's been a queer/twink culture icon for ages so yeah)

Les roseaux sauvages by André Téchiné

Call Me by Your Name by Luca Guadagnino

Deep Red by Dario Argento (only for the flashback Xmas scenes with the creepy little boy in knee-highs and Mary Janes tbh lol)

The Omen by Richard Donner

The Good Son by Joseph Ruben

Pinnocchio (OG Disney animation) (you could make a double feature with A.I. Artificial Intelligence by Spielberg/Kubrick too)

Les 400 coups by François Truffaut

L'enfance nue by Maurice Pialat

A Single Man by Tom Ford

Looking for Langston by Isaac Julien

Sacré College, Garçons d'Etage, Scouts and Gamins de Paris by JD Cadinot (WARNING: Cadinot's films are basically erotica/arthouse vintage gay p*rn so obviously 18+!!!!!)

II. More Contemporary/Gas Station/Trashy/Greaser/Hustler/Catalet Faunlet Vibes

My Own Private Idaho (also Mala Noche and Elephant) by Gus Van Sant

Slight Fever of a 20-Year-Old + Like Grains of Sand by Ryosuke Hashiguchi

Mysterious Skin + Totally Fucked Up + Nowhere by Gregg Araki

Hustler White by Bruce LaBruce (+18)

Rebel Without a Cause by Nicholas Ray

Cry Baby + Polyester by John Waters

Pretty much any juvenile delinquent teensploitation 40s/50s Old Hollywood flick tbh

The Outsiders by FF Coppola

A Cruel Story of Youth + Sing a Song of Sex by Nagisa Oshima

Most of Edward Furlong and Vicent Kartheiser's 90s filmography (Pet Semetary 2, Brainscan, Little Odessa for Furlong; Heaven Sent, Another Day in Paradise, Masterminds for Vincent)

River's Edge by Tim Hunter

Young Soul Rebels by Isaac Julien

Sleepaway Camp by Robert Hiltzik

Le Diable Probablement by Robert Bresson

Permanent Green Light  + Like Cattle Towards Glow (+18) by Zac Farley & Dennis Cooper

Pauline à la Plage by Eric Rohmer

The Smell of Us + Ken Park by Larry Clark

Flesh by Paul Morrissey

Lonesome Cowboys by Andy Warhol

Cruising by William Friedkin

Un couteau dans le cœur by Yann Gonzalez (though most of the male fashion in this is just ripping off Friedkin's Cruising and Cadinot films like Aime... comme Minet, Deuxième Sous-sol and Les Minets Sauvages so you could just watch those instead I guess lol)

Equation à un Inconnu by Francis Savel (erotica/+18)

Rebels of the Neon God by Tsai Ming Liang

Fireworks + Scorpio Rising by Kenneth Anger

Dope by Rick Famuyiwa

Cooley High by Michael Schultz

The Inkwell by Matty Rich

Red Hook Summer by Spike Lee

George Washington by David Gordon Green

American Graffiti by George Lucas and Bill Norton

All About Lily Chou-Chou by Shunji Iwai

Stand by Me by Rob Reiner

The Mudge Boy by Michael Burke

US Go Home by Claire Denis

Gummo by Harmony Korine

L.I.E. by Michael Cuesta

Palo Alto by Gia Coppola

Spetters by Paul Verhoeven

Fox and His Friends by RW Fassbinder

The Pit by Lew Lehman

O Fantasma by João Pedro Rodrigues

The Delta by Ira Sachs

What Have I Done to Deserve This + Law of Desire by Pedro Almodovar

The Partridge Family sitcom tbh lol, also the 70s era of the Mickey Mouse Club, pretty much any 70s media featuring male idols of the time like David Cassidy, Leif Garrett etc

Dazed and Confused by Richard Linklater

The Lost Boys by Joel Schumacher

Y Tu Mamá Tambièn by Alfonso Cuarón

Summer 85 by François Ozon

Les Chansons d'Amour + La Belle Personne by Christophe Honoré

Body Without Soul + Not Angels But Angels by Wiktor Grodecki (personally rly dislike the weird Christian melodramatic & imo exploitative direction of these documentaries bt the boys who are interviewed do the best they can to salvage it -- quintessential East European 90s cityboy looks)

III. Fantasy/Glam/Mystical/Sacred/Ancient/Historical Faunlet Vibes

Pink Narcissus by James Bidgood

Caravaggio + Sebastiane by Derek Jarman

Peter Pan (any version tbh)

Fantasia (1940 Disney classic)

Tabou by Nagisa Oshima

Poison + Velvet Goldmine by Todd Haynes

Party Monster by Fenton Bailey

Satyricon by Federico Fellini

Der Rosenkönig by Werner Schroeter

The Blood of a Poet by Jean Cocteau

#faunlet #faunlet aesthetic #(Honestly almost didn’t post this cus a magician never reveals his secrets but was feeling kind & altruistic today sjsjsjs) #not sure if im keeping this on the blog 4 good bt u all can reblog it so itll live on 6ever #faunlet nation #this was on my drafts 4 a long time

[belovedapollo]

this is my baby kitten Luna! I adopted her two days ago :’) she a Persian x British Shorthair mix and only 6 months old. I hope her and my cat Lucien will get along well 😌 reblog is ok, don’t repost

#my photos #lucien and luna #my cat #luna #cat #persian cat #british shorthair #catlover #cats of tumblr #cat photos #cat parent

[velidewrites]

Favourite Fics || A Court of Thorns and Roses

🐺 EX LUNA SCIENTIA 🐺 by @kingofsummer93

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” His voice echoed around the room as his patronus shot out from his wand. The fawn raced around the perimeter of the space, leaving a trail of blinding light behind it. When it had decided no threat was present it trotted back to Lucien, head held high.

“A fawn,” Elain said with a smile. “How sweet.” (Ex Luna Scientia, Chapter 9)

You can read Ex Luna Scientia here!

#moodboardficrecs #my absolute FAVOURITE #acotar moodboard #acotar fic rec #elucien fic rec #elucien #elain x lucien #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #sjm

[susen70]

Josh besucht Mason und Steven, um noch Kleinigkeiten zu besprechen. Damit der Übergang für Moon und Luna von der "Sun Valley Ranch" zu "Mason's Mobiler Tierklinik" reibungslos verläuft.

Jona und Jamie lernen dabei Marek und Lucien kennen. 😊

Lucien ist der Kleine mit roten Haaren und grüner Hose. Sein Bruder Marek ist blond.

#susen70 #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 story #ts4 simblr #maxwell gen9 #chestnut ridge #gabe und sam #jona und jamie #josh und keyan #mason und steven #lucien und marek #simblr

[vampseraph]

could i get some magical boy/girl themed npts? please and thank you!

magical boy/girl themed npts!

names

astra, ambrose, ember, celeste, selene, lumen, cassian, luna, lyra, zephyr, haven, kara, lucien, amethyst, astrid, calypso, cynthia, cosmo, elysia, galatea, juno, nova, fay, arion, espen, cedar, phoenix, indigo, orion, leo, kian, pandora, twyla, seraphina, caspian, sage

2. pronouns

ae/aer, fae/faer, hy/hym, shy/shyr, shine/shines, magic/magics, spell/spells, wing/wings, glitter/glitters, sweet/sweets, cheer/cheers, sing/sings, joy/joys, angel/angels, super/supers, pure/pures, cure/cures, pretty/prettys, cast/casts, wand/wand, staff/staffs, spark/sparks

3. titles

the magical girl/boy, savior of the world, prn who fights evil, prn who shines, prn with magic, prn adorned in glitter, prn who casts spells, the pure one, prn with good in prns heart, the pure of heart

#♱ npt ₊ #npt #npt list #npt ideas #npt suggestions #npt pack #pronouns #pronoun ideas #pronoun suggestions #pronoun list #name ideas #name inspiration #name help #pronoun help #name list #name suggestions #title suggestions #title ideas #title help #npt help #magical girl npt #magical boy npt

[kingofsummer93]

Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 19: The Intruder

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“Don’t look at me like that, Mr Vanserra,” Professor Amren said drily from behind her desk. “You brought this on yourself.”

Lucien sighed in frustration. “Creevy is a dolt. He can barely stay on top of his broom. There’s no way we’re going to win this match.”

It was more than a slight exaggeration, not to mention a wildly uncharitable thought, given Lucien was team captain and had chosen Creevy as backup Seeker, but still. He wasn’t in the mood to feel anything but resentment and jealousy as he slumped in his chair, his gaze trained on the Quidditch match happening in the grounds below. A match he should have the star of, not Creevy.

His punishment for getting caught out of bed after hours and breaking into the teacher’s lounge had consisted of six weeks of Saturday morning detentions, all served with Professor Amren. Lucien had been relieved at first- it had seemed like a fair punishment, considering the scope of rule-breaking he and Elain had actually been doing, and how much worse it could have been had Peeves actually seen them come out of the Floo Network. But then Lucien realized his Head of House had scheduled it this way to prevent him from playing in the last Quidditch match of the year.

Lucien had groveled as he had never groveled before. He’d pleaded, and bargained, and argued- all to no avail. Professor Amren would not be swayed in her decision.

“Then you should have thought of that before gallivanting all over the castle in the middle of the night as if it was your private residence,” the teacher replied, her own gaze fixed on the match.

Lucien knew that Professor Amren was a passionate Quidditch fan, and was deeply invested in the Inter-House championship. Being stuck indoors during the final match must have been as much a punishment for her as it was for him. And yet even that argument hadn’t succeeded in changing her mind.

He grumbled under his breath and turned away from the match at the sight of Creevy just barely avoiding being hit by a bludger. The weekend edition of the Daily Prophet was spread on the desk in front of him, each article more grim than the last.

Lockdown at the Ministry Continues- Minister for Magic growing Paranoid? (full story on pg 8).

Dementor Sighting in South London- A full report by Dellagus Dingle, story below.

The one hundred and forty-second installment of the Tri-Trials Tournament Set to Continue at Hogwarts- A Harmless Competition, or an Inappropriate use of ministry resources during uncertain times? (full story on pg 14).

At least there was no hint of Briallyn Skeeter’s hateful garbage anywhere. There were rumors circulating that the Daily Prophet had gone rogue, no longer subjecting its articles and journalists to the Ministry’s censorship. It thrilled Lucien just as much as it terrified him. His father wouldn’t stand for this- not for much longer. The simple fact that he was letting rebellion of any kind happen amongst the magical community was a sign that he had other, more sinister plans to focus on.

Lucien snapped his head up at the sound of a roar from the Quidditch pitch below. The Slytherin stands were in a frenzy, cheering so loudly the sound traveled all the way to the castle. Their players swooped in formation around their Seeker, who held his clenched fist (and the Snitch he had caught) high in the air. Lucien watched bitterly as they flew a celebratory lap around the pitch. Several magical fireworks were set off, green and silver snakes lighting up the late afternoon sky.

An arrogant, ugly part of him was oddly, wickedly relieved. They had lost, and his team would be furious with him, but at least they hadn’t won because of someone else. It was petty, and childish, but he couldn’t help it.

When he turned back to Professor Amren she was staring at him, her mouth pressed in a thin line.

“Don’t look at me like that!” he said defiantly.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’d better wipe that look off your face before your teammates think you’re glad they lost.”

Lucien squirmed uncomfortably. Amren had a way of eerily guessing exactly what he was thinking. “Why would I be glad they lost?” he asked petulantly.

She fixed him with a look, and then pointed towards the door. “Get out before you say something to earn yourself more detentions.”

Lucien shot out of his seat and aimed straight for the door.

“Mr Vanserra,” Professor Amren called before he could escape, “do try to stay out of trouble, will you? There’s only a few weeks left of term, surely you can manage?”

There was an uncharacteristic edge to her tone that made him pause. Not for the first time he wondered if the severity of his punishment had not been because of the crime itself, but as a way to make him think twice about sneaking around, considering everything that was happening.

“You sound like my mother,” he quipped, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them.

The look she fixed on him was nothing short of demonic.

“Who is an incredible woman that I admire, and therefore you should take it as a compliment!” he quickly added.

Amren pointed to the door wordlessly, though it looked as if she was struggling to keep herself from smiling. Lucien gave her a mock bow, and turned on his heel.

“And do try not to get yourself killed in the last Trial!” she called after him.

Lucien spun around, but Amren held up a hand. “No, Mr Vanserra, I cannot tell you what it is.”

“But think of the further shame to Gryffindor if I lose!”

“Consider yourself lucky you weren’t disqualified. Now get out.”

This time Lucien kept his mouth shut and hurried out of her office.

The castle was deserted with everybody still either celebrating or moping down at the Quidditch pitch, so he took a meandering route towards the Great Hall, letting his thoughts wander. Elain would just be coming out of her last detention as well. Perhaps he could intercept her on her way back from the greenhouses and they could take advantage of the empty castle…

Lucien was so lost in thought he didn’t see the other figure walking down the hall until he walked directly into them.

“Oof! Sorry, I didn’t see-“ His words died in his throat as he registered who stood in front of him.

Matted shoulder-length brown hair, haunted dark eyes, a ragged cloak covering robes that looked ready to dissolve into dust from a mere touch. He was barely recognizable- and from the look in his eyes, hardly seemed in control of himself.

“Mr…Mr Koschei, are you alright, sir?” Lucien was so shocked by the man’s appearance that before he could say anything else, or step away, the man had lunged at him and grabbed the front of his robes with an iron grip.

“Spell-Cleaver!” Koschei rasped, “I need to speak to Professor Spell-Cleaver!” Lucien stumbled back, but the man held firm. His eyes were wild, haunted, and he was panting heavily, as if he’d been running through the castle.

Lucien looked up and down the deserted corridor, but there was no sign of anybody. How had the man even entered the castle undetected? He must have snuck in somehow while everyone was down by the Quidditch pitch.

“He’ll be coming back shortly,” Lucien started, trying to free himself from the man’s grasp. “Everyone is down by the Quidditch pitch, it was the finals…”

“Azkaban!” the man rasped. “Tell Helion…tell him…” Lucien’s heart rate picked up, adrenaline coursing through him. Azkaban. Was it true, then?

“Tell him what?” Lucien asked urgently. “Sir…how did you get here? Where have you been?”

“Tell him…before it’s too late!”

Lucien managed to wrestle himself from the man’s grip. “Before…before it’s too late for what?”

But Koschei didn’t answer. Something was happening to him- he was breathing faster and faster, a hand clutched to his chest, as if he was fighting some internal force.

“I can bring you to his office, you can wait for him there-”

Koschei looked up again, and Lucien recoiled. His wild, haunted brown eyes had glazed over, taking on a milky, strange quality. Professor Amren had demonstrated the three Unforgivable Curses on an unlucky spider the previous year, and the look in that spider’s many eyes as the Professor made it twirl and tap dance across her desk was the same currently in Koschei’s eyes.

“Sir?” Lucien asked nervously, taking a step back. He slid his hand into his pocket to grab his wand- for whatever good it would do him faced with a fully trained Auror with decades of experience and training. “Did you…do you want to wait here while I find someone? Professor Amren-”

He trailed off as Koschei’s face split into a wild grin. The man sniffed in his direction, his smile turning almost feral. “What do we have here?”

Lucien took another step back, his heart racing. He couldn’t fight Koschei, but he could maybe outrun him. The man looked haggard and exhausted, and Lucien had the advantage of knowing every nook and hidden passageway in this castle. “A werewolf?”

Lucien’s heart stuttered in his chest. He froze, his wand still clutched tightly in his hand. “What did you say?”

Koschei sniffed again. “You belong with the others.”

“The others…the other what?” Though Lucien had a feeling he knew very well what Koschei was referring to.

“My other little soldiers,” Koschei whispered under his breath. “My master will be so pleased I’ve found another for his army.”

Lucien took another unconscious step backwards, and again Koschei followed. There was no doubt in Lucien’s mind who Koschei’s master referred to, though the rest of his words made bile rise up his throat.

“What does he plan to do with that army?” Another step backwards, closer to the wall. Koschei’s smirk widened as he saw Lucien had placed himself between him and what appeared to be a solid stone wall. Just a few more steps- if he could just keep him talking for a few more moments…

“How the humans will scream,” the man crooned, his glazed eyes shining with glee. “How easy it will be to get them to bend the knee.”

“Bend the…”

Lucien gaped in horror at the implication, but before he could think about it too deeply Koschei had raised his wand.

“You’re mine now, wolfling.”

The man’s mouth opened, but instead of a spell, he let out a ragged gasp. His eyes seemed to clear, if only for a moment, and they widened as he focused on Lucien.

“Run,” the man choked out.

Lucien didn’t wait to see if whatever hold was over Koschei would take over again. He lunged- not at Koschei, but at the wall, and the tapestry that he knew concealed a hidden passageway behind.

The sound of stone shattering echoed behind him as Koschei’s spell missed him by mere inches. He hurtled down the narrow stairwell hidden by the tapestry, almost slipping down the stairs in his hurry. He didn’t dare pause to check if Koschei was chasing after him. Perhaps the part of his brain that seemed to be fighting the Imperius charm would slow him down enough to give Lucien a head start.

The bottom of the hidden stairs were concealed by a suit of armor. Lucien jostled it as he burst out of the stairwell, wincing as the clang of metal echoed around the empty corridor.

“Oy!” the armor called after him. “Watch yourself, there, comrade!”

He raced down the corridor, and then another one, hurtling down staircase after staircase. By the time he reached the marble stairs leading to the Entrance Hall he was panting. The front doors to the castle were thrown open, a steady stream of chattering students drifting towards the Great Hall. A few people looked at him curiously as he jostled his way through the crowd.

“The Headmaster!” he gasped, still breathless. “Where is Spell-Cleaver?”

Someone pointed over their shoulder, to the gently sloping lawn and the swarms of students returning from the match. Lucien almost tripped over his own feet as he raced down the front steps, pushing through the crowd for a tall figure with onyx hair.

“Professor Spell-Cleaver! Sir!”

The headmaster’s golden eyes flashed in alarm as he spotted Lucien. “Mr Vanserra!” he exclaimed, the smile wiping from his face. “What is the matter?”

“Koschei!” Lucien gasped, bracing his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “Bartemius Koschei, he’s…he’s here, looking for you.”

“What matter of nonsense is this?” demanded Professor Hybern, frowning at Lucien.

“You saw him?” the Headmaster asked sharply, cutting off the Potions master.

“Yes! Inside the castle, he was asking for you. He seemed…” Lucien struggled to find the right description. “Not right.”

“Where?” Professor Spell-Cleaver had already pulled out his wand, and Lucien followed him as he hurried up the castle’s front steps.

“Third floor, near the library, but he…well, he was chasing me at one point, so I don’t know where he is now...”

The headmaster’s face paled slightly. “PREFECTS!” his voice echoed around the Entrance Hall, and the gathered students halted. “Gather your houses into the Great Hall. Nobody leaves until you are instructed to. Head Boy and Girl- you’re in charge. Professors, come with me.”

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The search went on for so long that at some point the long house tables were replaced by squashy purple sleeping bags, courtesy of a flick of Professor Tarquin’s wand. Gossip and rumors spread like wildfire, each more absurd than the last. At one point during his rounds around the hall Lucien overheard a second year swear up and down that she had seen a troll near the second floor girls’ lavatory.

“I heard there were two of them,” he couldn’t help but whisper to her, smirking as her friends all gaped at him in horror.

“Lucien!” Vassa scorned with an eye-roll. “He’s joking. Get in your sleeping bags, it’s lights out soon.”

The second years scurried under their blankets, eyes still wide with fear.

“Are we in danger?” the girl asked as she pulled the sleeping bag up to her chin.

Vassa glared at him again before kneeling next to the girl, and Lucien winced, walking away quickly. He glanced at the closed doors to the Great Hall for the thousandth time. Professor Spell-Cleaver had dispatched the teachers and ghosts to search the castle with such swift efficiency that he had little doubt they’d not only been trained for such a probability, but had been expecting it as well.

“Lucien!” someone whisper-shouted from the rows of Gryffindor students. “Psst!”

Lucien spotted Feyre, who had dragged her sleeping bag suspiciously close to Tamlin’s. Jurian, to his credit, had seemingly not made any comments. Both of them were still in their Quidditch robes, and reeked so badly that at one point he and Vassa had doused them with streams of water from their wands.

“Is it true?” Feyre asked, eyes wide.

Lucien had never once seen her look so fazed. He’d seen her march onto the Quidditch pitch in all kinds of weather, zooming towards the goal posts while dodging bludgers left and right, even arguing with the referee when she disagreed with a ruling. Feyre usually acted like she’d seen and done it all, but at this moment she looked like what she was- a scared teenager. It rattled him enough that he momentarily forgot about his own fears, desperate to get her back to her usual spirits.

Lucien sat at the end of her sleeping bag, smirking at her. “About the troll?”

Feyre gasped at the same time as a hand smacked him on the back of the head. “Stop that.” Elain sat down next to her sister, eyes grave. “That rumor is spreading like wildfire. The younger kids are terrified.”

“Better than them knowing there’s a madman on the loose in the castle,” Lucien said drily. He shivered at the memory of the haunted look in Koschei’s eyes. He’d battle a troll over a mind-controlled, battle-trained Auror any day.

“So it is true.” Feyre scooted closer to her sister. “Why is he here, though?”

“I don’t know.” Lucien glanced around them, keeping his voice low. “Don’t spread it around, though. The teachers don’t want people to panic.”

“And he really attacked you?” Feyre whispered incredulously. “I’ve read about him in the Daily Prophet. Some people think he’s been going mad for years. Maybe he’s finally snapped.”

Lucien avoided her searching gaze, not daring to look at his friends or Elain, the only people to whom he’d hurriedly whispered the full details of exactly what Koschei had said to him. That, and the fact that he had seemed to be fighting like hell against the Imperius Charm.

Had he come here on some wild attempt to alert Spell-Cleaver to what his father had been forcing him to do? It had certainly seemed like it, though judging from the state he was in Lucien didn’t think they’d easily get information out of him. If he had taken the risk of traveling all the way from Azkaban to Hogwarts, though, he must truly have been desperate- to admit to what he had done, or perhaps to escape.

You’re mine now, wolfling.

A shiver went down his spine not just at the implied threat, but at what would have happened if someone had overheard. His friends seemed to edge closer around him in silent solidarity, unable to speak freely in the packed Great Hall.

“Lights out in ten minutes!” Rhysand called from the front of the hall. “Get in your sleeping bags!”

The noise in the Great Hall seemed to increase, until a loud BANG! accompanied by a spray of red sparks stunned everybody into silence.

“Get in your blasted sleeping bags!” Nuan called, pointing her wand at her throat to magically amplify her voice. “NOW!”

The search went into the night. Professors came by every hour to make sure that everything was under control, and then swiftly left again. Without the glow of the hundreds of floating candles near the ceiling, the only light came from the pearly sheen of ghosts drifting in and out of the Hall, and from the clear night sky above.

Lucien refused to look, though it pulled at him like an itch. He knew what he’d find there without having to look up. A perfect crescent moon, bright and silvery, as innocent and harmless as the winking stars around it. And yet powerful enough to ruin lives- to turn innocent people into monsters unfit for society, according to his father.

Would he feel the same way, if he had never been bitten? Or if he hadn’t found such a fierce circle of friends? Lucien never let himself dwell on that for too long.

The doors to the Great Hall opened, and Professor Amren slipped in, looking uncharacteristically frazzled. Lucien paused from where he’d been pacing between the rows of sleeping bags, half-heartedly shushing younger students. He locked eyes with Elain, who had also paused her sleepy monitoring of the Huflfepuffs. She hurried over to him, almost stepping over some tiny first years.

“This can’t be good,” she whispered.

Lucien grabbed her hand and squeezed, just as Amren finished her conversation with the Head Boy and Girl, and then turned in his direction.

“That can’t be good.”

With a wave of the Professor’s wand the floating candles ignited, bathing the previously dark hall in golden light. All around them students grumbled, shielding their eyes from the light.

“Mr Vanserra,” Amren said as she approached them. “Come with me, please.”

“What’s going on?” he blurted.

“Have you found him?” Elain whispered.

Something like distress flashed across the teacher’s face, but a second later her neutral mask was back in place. “The castle is secure. The Prefects have been instructed to escort their houses back to their dormitories.” She turned to Lucien. “The headmaster would like a word with you, Mr Vanserra.”

His heart dropped. Either they had found Koschei, and what he had to say somehow concerned him, or they hadn’t found him at all- and perhaps didn’t believe him. He opened his mouth to protest, and quickly shut it again at a warning look from Amren. Elain squeezed his hand again, her mouth set in a grim line, before disappearing towards the rows of sleeping Hufflepuffs.

“Professor-”

“Not here, Lucien.”

The unusual use of his first name shut him up once more. Students stared as they passed, some curiously, some looking annoyed. Perhaps they’d all think he’d made this up, too.

But Koschei…where could he have gone? He couldn’t have left through the front doors unseen, and nobody but Spell-Cleaver could apparate in or out of the castle and grounds. The fireplaces in the teachers’ lounge and Helion’s office were connected to the Floo Network, but they would have been immediately sealed off once the teachers started their search. The only other way in or out of the castle was through the secret passageways- the one leading to the basement of Honeydukes amongst them. Lucien doubted someone like Koschei would have been aware of secret passageways during his years at Hogwarts.

“Professor,” he tried again once they were out of earshot of the Great Hall. “I didn’t make it up, I swear-”

Professor Amren held up a hand, her eyes wary. “Nobody is accusing you of lying, Mr Vanserra. The Headmaster wishes to know everything Mr Koschei told you when you…encountered him.”

“But-”

“We have found the evidence.” Her tone did not invite for further questions, but Lucien was relieved enough to keep his mouth shut. They’d found the scorch marks on the walls from Koschei’s attempted hexes, then. Or perhaps the man had left some other evidence as he fled. Or perhaps…

“Did you find him?”

Professor Amren didn’t reply, which was answer enough. Lucien’s gut churned with dread. Not just at what Koschei might have revealed, but at whatever state the man would be in.

“Cockroach Clusters,” Amren said once they had reached the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster’s office. It jumped to the side, revealing a spiral staircase moving upwards of its own accord. Once they reached the top Amren gave a single knock and pushed open the doors.

Lucien had been in trouble enough times during his years at Hogwarts that this was not his first time inside the Headmaster’s office. The many tables with their curious silver objects spinning and puffing, the model of the solar system (it’s soft clicking and whirring so similar to the sound his magical eye made), even the portraits of previous Headmasters and Headmistresses were familiar.

What he never expected to see was the sight of his eldest brother sitting in front of the Headmaster’s desk, looking as agitated as Amren. Eris jumped out of his chair and crossed the room in three long strides, crushing Lucien into a hug.

“Lucien! Helion told me what happened, are you alright?”

Lucien huffed an awkward laugh. “I’m fine. Are you…what are you doing here?”

He looked around the room, but there was no sign of Koschei. “Where’s Koschei? I thought he was found?”

“Please have a seat, Lucien.” Professor Spell-Cleaver gestured to the armchairs facing his desk.

“What’s going on?” Lucien asked uncertainly, sitting down next to his brother.

“Bartemius Koschei was indeed found,” the Headmaster started carefully. “Dead, on the grounds below the Astronomy tower.”

Whatever questions he had been preparing to ask instantly died on his tongue. “What? But you said…” Amren’s words landed in his consciousness. We found the evidence. “Oh, shit.”

“Language, Mr Vanserra,” Amren snapped.

“Oh, shit, indeed,” his brother echoed.

“What…how-”

“It would appear that he jumped,” Helion said solemnly.

“He-“ Lucien gaped in horror. “What? Why?”

“You were the last person to see him alive. We were hoping you might enlighten us about his state of mind when you saw him.”

Koschei had jumped. Had he done it of clear mind, to put an end to his torment, or had the Imperius charm forced him to do it? Either way, whatever knowledge he possessed of his father’s plans would have died with him.

“He…” Lucien loosed a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. His face burned as he remembered the way Koschei had sniffed at him, as if he could scent what he was.

You’re mine now, wolfling.

“He wasn’t right. One second he was asking me to take him to the Headmaster, and the next he was trying to take me. It’s like he was fighting for control of himself.”

Amren and Helion shared a cryptic glance. Eris’ hand clamped on his shoulder, so tightly it hurt.

“He wanted to take me,” he mumbled. His fists clenched in his lap, from equal parts anger and humiliation. “He said something about me belonging with the others. He said his master would be pleased he’d found another for his army.”

“What else?” the headmaster prompted gently.

Lucien ran through the encounter, from Koschei’s pleas to speak to the Headmaster, to his veiled references of Azkaban, and his final, desperate urge to Lucien to run.

Eris’ hand tightened on his shoulder. “It’s what we suspected, then,” his brother said darkly.

“What did you suspect?”

Amren cut a sharp glance to Eris. “Perhaps it wouldn’t be wise to-“

“He’s my father!” Lucien snapped. Out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw Helion flinch. “Estranged or no, I deserve to know what you think he’s planning!”

“Let us worry about that,” Eris said. “You don’t need to concern yourself-“

“It started concerning me the day that madman tried to kill Elain during the first trial! He was already under the Imperius curse- he must have been.”

“Why would he do such a thing?” Amren’s face had gone pale.

To Lucien’s surprise it was Helion who answered. “Because she is a Seer, and may have once Seen something Beron wishes to keep quiet.”

“We have it,” Lucien said, before he could fully process the implication of what he was saying. “We have the prophecy, it’s here in the castle.”

Helion’s face slackened with shock. A deafening silence fell. The only sound was the gentle clicking of the golden solar system, and the whirring and puffing of the various odd instruments. Lucien could have sworn one of the odd sounds seemed to grow louder- a faint hissing growing into something resembling a shrieking kettle, coming from something that looked like a spinning top. Helion turned to look at it sharply, his eyes flashing in alarm.

The next moment a flying paper airplane zoomed out of the fireplace and landed smoothly on Helion’s desk. Lucien recognized the Vanserra seal immediately- an oak tree surrounded by a circle of flames, in blood-red wax. Dread slithered down his spine in an icy drip.

The Headmaster tore the memo open, and then jumped to his feet. “Go,” he told Eris urgently. “Alert the others, quietly. Keep a low profile and don’t do anything until my signal.”

Eris clapped Lucien on the back again. “That goes for you too. Don’t do anything crazy. I’ll send word when I can. The third Trial is in a few weeks, I’ll be back then.”

“Go!” Helion pointed his wand towards the fireplace, and flames roared to life. “They’re coming.”

“How did they hear so quickly?” Amren asked. Lucien noticed her hand was shaking as she clenched her wand. Something about that made him jump to his feet also.

“Wait!”

But Eris was already throwing a handful of powder into the fire, and with one last grim wave he disappeared into the emerald fire.

Amren whirled towards him. “Go back to your dormitory at once.”

“Who are they?” Lucien asked urgently, making no move to leave. “Who’s coming?” Although he had a bad feeling he already knew the answer.

“Your father,” Helion said grimly. “Likely to twist this situation to his advantage.” Before Lucien could react the Headmaster stalked around the desk and gripped him by the shoulders. “Lucien, listen to me. It’s very important that nobody else find out about that prophecy. Keep it hidden,” he urged. “Wherever you put it, keep it there. Don’t look at it, don’t show it to anybody. Things could be very bad for Ms Archeron if your father decides she’s more of a threat than he already thinks she is.”

“But-”

“And for Merlin’s sake, Mr Vanserra. Please remind your friends that they are not allowed out of the castle after hours. It’s not safe anymore.”

Lucien was so shocked that he could barely process what Helion was saying. “How did you-“

“Helion!” Amren warned.

The flames in the hearth were glowing emerald once more. From a little table near the Headmaster’s desk the spinning top was whirring madly, hissing a high-pitched noise.

“What is that?”

“A warning,” Helion said darkly, “that my enemies are near.”

A figure appeared in the flames, and then two more. And then his father was stepping out of the flames, flanked by two burly wizards who had to be Aurors. His father’s cold eyes, so like his brothers’ but missing the wry humor, blinked in the briefest hint of surprise before darkening once more.

“Minister,” Helion greeted his father coldly, his tone dripping with disdain.

His father didn’t deign to reply, and instead narrowed his eyes at Lucien. Behind him one of the Aurors nodded towards Helion, almost imperceptibly.

“Lucien,” Amren murmured. “Go back to your dormitory. Now.”

Lucien turned on his heels, for once not inclined to argue.

“Wait.” The Headmaster’s voice made him halt in his tracks. “Lucien is a key witness to what happened here tonight. I’m sure the Ministry will want to hear his account of the events.”

“What is the meaning of this?” Beron asked with a sneer. “Why is the boy here?”

Hearing his own father speak of him as if he wasn’t even in the room jolted him out of his shocked silence. “Because your puppet attacked me today, before flinging himself off the Astronomy tower, that’s why!”

The two Aurors stiffened slightly. Had they not been given all the details?

“He attacked you?” The one who had nodded to Helion asked, his eyes flashing in anger. “Were any other students involved?”

“No, everyone was at the Quidditch match. I was…” Lucien shuffled awkwardly. “I was coming back from detention.”

His father snorted with disdain. “Of course he was. This is nonsense. Why would an upstanding member of the ministry attack a helpless student?”

Lucien opened his mouth to retort, and then shut it again, all too aware of the two strangers in the room- and what it would likely mean for him, if anyone ever found out why Koschei had been so interested in him.

“The real question, Beron, is why one of your lackeys was inside my school, attacking one of my students, while seemingly fighting the influence of a powerful Imperius charm? What did he wish to tell me so badly that he risked coming all this way?”

“Nonsense,” Beron said again, waving a hand impatiently. “I was well aware that Koschei was coming here tonight, as I was the one who sent him here.”

Lucien glanced to the Auror on his father’s left, who was once again looking in the Headmaster’s direction. A slight quirk of his eyebrow was confirmation enough that his father was lying, if he hadn’t already been certain of it.

“Oh?” Amren asked drily. “And for what purpose? And why was he slinking around like a criminal instead of walking in through the front gates like a normal guest?”

“Perhaps he was afraid of the new guards,” Beron replied with an asp’s smile.

“What are you going on about?”

“He means,” Helion replied calmly, pointing to the window, “them.”

All heads turned towards the windows, facing the Hogwarts grounds and the Forbidden Forest in the distance. And facing the tall, imposing figures prowling along the perimeter of the grounds like nightmarish guards. Lucien whipped his head towards the Headmaster, who seemed perfectly unconcerned by the presence of giants on his lawn.

“Precisely. And the reason for Koschei’s presence here tonight. You see, as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I sent him to negotiate with you on my behalf about the removal of these absurd creatures. But of course you couldn’t see reason, and while protecting himself from you he fell to his death from the top of the Astronomy Tower. A convenient place for a duel, if one wishes to make a murder seem like an accident.”

“What?!” Amren exploded, stalking up to the Minister, shaking from head to foot. “That is a preposterous lie, nobody will believe you.”

Lucien backed up a step towards the door, even though they all seemed to have forgotten he was there. The impossibility of the situation was becoming clear to him, horribly so. People would believe the Ministry’s version of events- or at least, enough to shed doubt on what had really happened.

“Stand down, Deputy Headmistress.” The second Auror spoke for the first time since arriving, his voice nothing but pure menace.

“You do not threaten my teachers inside my school.” Violence seemed to radiate from Helion, enough that the window panes raddled within their frames.

Lucien noted with some satisfaction that his father balked slightly at the power thrumming from the Headmaster. But then his face changed, and he grinned with an awful sort of glee.

“Alas, Headmaster, I’m afraid this school is yours no longer.”

“What?” Lucien blurted.

All heads whipped towards him. “Lucien,” Amren urged. “Go!”

“No need,” Beron crooned. “Let him see how merciful I can be, when faced with criminals. Let him remember his father this way.”

“Why would I-“

“Enough!” Helion thundered. His deep complexion had turned ashen. “If you wish to accuse me of a crime, Minister, then get on with it.”

The Auror to his father’s right stepped forward, his wand clenched in his hand. “Helion Percival Wulfric Brian Spell-Cleaver, you are accused of murder in the first degree of Bartemius Koschei. Whatever titles you previously held, including Headmaster of this school, have now been revoked.”

“You cannot be serious-“

“It’s alright, Amren,” Helion said calmly. He stood up slowly, glancing out the window towards the figures in the distance. A sharp glance in his direction had Lucien backing up a few more steps.

“You will call off all giants on this property and around it, and you will come with us to Azkaban, where you will await sentencing.” The Auror’s slimy grin widened, as if picturing the fate that would await Helion at Azkaban.

“Ahh, see, that’s where you’ve got it wrong.” Helion was still calmly standing behind his desk, though his wand had slipped into his hand. “Because I don't intend to do either of those things.”

“Put down your wand,” the Auror warned, taking a step towards the headmaster.

Another rumble of power rippled through the office, making the floor tremble. Lucien’s back was against the door, but he couldn’t look away from the scene unfolding in front of him.

“I’d suggest you put down yours, Nox,” Amren snarled, standing between the Ministry members and Helion’s desk.

“Amren.” Helion’s tone was deadly calm, as if he wasn’t seconds away from being arrested for a crime he didn’t commit. “Take care of the school. The students need to know what really happened here tonight.”

His father scoffed. “And you seriously believe anyone will believe the word of a madman and a delinquent teenager?”

Helion turned towards Beron with a savage grin. “I’d suggest you stay far away from this castle, Minister, and advise your men to do the same. My new guards, as you call them, are extremely loyal to me. And by extension, this school.”

“That’s enough,” Beron drawled. “Take him.”

Both Aurors’ wands rose in unison, but not quickly enough. Before either of them could do much as open their mouths, a burst of light flared from Helion’s wand, sending them sprawling to the floor. Lucien’s hand closed around the doorknob, but before he could wrench the door open Helion’s gaze flicked towards him.

“Help will always come to Hogwarts students who need it,” he said cryptically.

He outstretched his arm, and in a flutter of wings a vibrant phoenix swooped from his perch near the door. The two Aurors were jumping to their feet, but with another flash of light both Headmaster and phoenix had disappeared into thin air.

Lucien yanked the door open and hurtled down the stairs, not waiting to see his father’s reaction, or Amren’s. The halls were deserted, all students having made their way back for their respective dormitories, and his footsteps echoed as he sprinted back towards Gryffindor tower. He didn’t dare stop until the Fat Lady came into view.

“Bubbling brooks! BUBBLING BROOKS!!!”

“Alright, alright,” she huffed, though she appeared alarmed at his appearance. “All this fuss tonight.”

He almost tripped over the portrait hole, and once he was inside he blinked in surprise at the room full of students, none of whom seemed to have any interest in going to bed.

“Lucien!”

“Merlin, where were you?”

“Is it true?”

“Did they find Koschei?”

“Did he really attack you?”

“Helion,” Lucien croaked, his mind spinning from what he’d just witnessed. “They…He’s gone. The Headmaster’s gone.”

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Seven fandoms, seven characters!

starting a new post as the old one got sooo long; thank you so much for the tag @moonlightazriel @thelov3lybookworm💛

acotar: Lucien Vanserra / six of crows: Wylan van Eck / tog: Yrene Towers

harry potter: Luna Lovegood / teen wolf: Lydia Martin

last kingdom: Sihtric Kjartansson / pirates of the caribbean: Will Turner

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— 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 🪐

— 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺

🪐 ››       cassian, azriel, nesta archeron, elain archeron, feyre archeron, lucien vanserra, eris vanserra.

ships i'd write for: cassian x nesta , elain x azriel , gwyn x azriel , and elain x lucien.

— 𝑩𝑩𝑪 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑹𝑺

🪐 ››       aramis, porthos.

— 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑶𝑵

🪐 ››       anthony bridgerton, daphne bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, king george iii.

— 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑳 / 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

🪐 ››       legend, julien santos, scarlett dragna, donatella dragna, jacks/prince of hearts.

— 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑫

🪐 ››       phoebe halliwell, paige matthews, wyatt halliwell, chris halliwell.

— 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑺𝒀 𝑱𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑿

🪐 ››       warren rojas, eddie roundtree, graham dunne, camila alvarez, karen sirko, daisy jones, simone jackson.

— 𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺

🪐 ››       dominic toretto, brian o'conner, letty ortiz, mia toretto, roman pearce, deckard shaw, tej parker, han lue.

ships i'd write for: dom x letty.

— 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 / 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵

🪐 ››       tormund giantsbane, podrick payne, sansa stark, robb stark, jorah mormont, theon greyjoy, sandor clegane, samwell tarly, rhaegar targaryen, daenerys targaryen.

🪐 ››       aemond targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, alicent hightower, daemon targaryen.

— 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹

🪐 ››       ron weasley, hermione granger, dean thomas, blaise zabini, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, cedric diggory, viktor krum.

🪐 ››       james potter, lily evans, narcissa black, regulus black, andromeda black, sirius black, remus lupin, frank longbottom, peter pettigrew, lucius malfoy, pandora lovegood, alice fortescue, marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, emmeline vance, dorcas meadows.

🪐 ››       theseus scammander

🪐 ››       teddy lupin

🪐 ››       godrick gryffindor, rowena ravenclaw, helga hufflepuff, salazar slytherin

**a very big fuck you to jkr. this account is HEAVILY anti jkr and always will be. **while some of the fics for these characters may occur during their time at hogwarts, the characters will be assumed to be 18+ regardless of fic type.

— 𝑰𝑻

🪐 ››       richie tozier, stanley uris, ben hascom, mike hanlon.

**none of my writing for these characters will take place in the first film. i may instead do college!fics for this. everything else will come from when they're adults.

— 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑳 / 𝑿-𝑴𝑬𝑵

🪐 ››       steve rogers, james buchanan "bucky" barnes, natasha romanoff, yelena belova, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, bruce banner, druig.

🪐 ››       john allerdyce (pyro), bobby drake (iceman), peter rasputin (colossus), scott summers (cyclops), alex summers (havoc), anna marie lebeau (rogue), logan howlett (wolverine), ororo munroe (storm), peter maximoff (quicksilver), charles xavier, erik lehnsherr.

— 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺

🪐 ››       pope heyward, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, jj maybank, john b routledge, rafe cameron, topper thornton.

— 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝒀 𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺

🪐 ››       thomas shelby, arthur shelby, john shelby, michael gray, finn shelby.

— 𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑻𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵

🪐 ››       felix catton, venetia catton, farleigh start.

— 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴

🪐 ››       tara carpenter, sam carpenter, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, ethan landry.

— 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬

🪐 ››       aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, juliette ferrars.

— 𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭

🪐 ››       derek hale, peter hale, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, lydia martin, scott mccall.

— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺

🪐 ››       finnick odair, haymitch abernathy.

ships i'd write for: finnick x annie

— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬

🪐 ››       elijah mikaelson, marcel gerard, klaus mikaelson, kol mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson, bonnie bennett, enzo st. john, stefan salvatore, damon salvatore, jeremy gilbert, caroline forbes, elena gilbert.

— 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫

🪐 ››       eric northman, jason stackhouse, alcide herveaux , jessica hamby.

— 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

🪐 ››       charlie swan, carlisle cullen, emmett cullen, rosalie hale, alice cullen, sam uley, paul lahote, jared cameron.

— 𝑾𝑬𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀 / 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀

🪐 ››       morticia frump, gomez addams, wednesday addams, enid sinclair, bianca barclay.

ships i'd write for: morticia x gomez.

— 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺

🪐 ››       ransom drysdale (knives out), andy barber (defending jacob), killian jones (ounce upon a time).

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