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praisethelorde · 3 days
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Getting railed by Lucien Vanserra would cure my depression.
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treadsuren · 3 days
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I can't believe Lucien's sentence: "I can't stand to be in the same room as her for more than two minutes"It has been misunderstood so many times.I mean, it's pretty obvious that it's hard for Lucien to be in the same room as Elain and put up with his need to kiss her, hug her, touch her. That willpower that he must search within himself is what makes his time with Elain unbearable.But suddenly I find people saying that Lucien can't stand being around Elain and would just like to be away from her.People, Lucien forces himself to stay away from Elaine.
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pandoa · 1 month
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in every new game, there's a jumin han waiting to be discovered...
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(malleus is just happy he finally got invited to something)
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thehighladywrites · 25 days
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ACOTAR MEN X READER, BANNING THEM FROM INTIMACY
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☀︎ — summary: you let them know they’re not allowed to touch you in any way, shape or form. How do they react!
☀︎ — warnings: 18+, nsfw, az being a slut as per usual, cassian being yummy, touchy needy fae males, slight dumbification in lucien’s
☀︎ — amara’s note: lucien was my fav one to write omgggg, also i hope u sluts enjoy😈😈😈😈 also enjoy while i work with tutor az👀👀
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RHYSAND
“You’re putting me on a ban? You can’t be serious.”
“Nuh-uh Rhys, you flirted with that girl so have fun by yourself for the unforseeable future.”
Rhysand didn’t actually flirt with anyone, he was being his usual self and the way the girl was leaning towards him made you angry so you just blamed him instead
He gets through the first few days calmly although he is mildy irritated. Especially when Cassian and Azriel tease him about it.
“So no sexy time for you Rhysie, that must suck,” Cassian says as he ties his hair back.
“Well, not really much sucking these days, right?” Azriel snickers, getting ready for the inevitable fight
Rhysand takes out his frustration on them for their smart little comments.
Rhysand has quite a high libido so that man usually fucks you good atleast once a day even when you’re both busy.
“Darling, please forgive me. I will never do it again. Tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness.”
He begs and begs because he’s going a bit crazy
In the end, it takes him only three days for you to forgive him and lift the ban. The man is charming and seduces you into dropping the ban
The second you drop the ban, he grabs your waist, throws you over his shoulder and winnows to the cabin where he fucks you for a week straight.
“That oughta put that nasty idea out of your head forever” he says, patting your head while smiling at your ruined self. Mascara running, laboured breathing, and a pounding heart is your only answer
Yeah this man wrecks you and you never pull this stunt again…
YUMMM MHE IS SO DELICIOUS 👹👹👹👹
ERIS
“You may not touch me or have sex with me in any way until I say you can.”
He narrows his eyes as he slightly smiles when you announce a ban on all intimate activities for the unforseeable future.
“Is that so?”
You cross your arm on your chest, lifting your chin in defiance.
“Yes, that’s right. Since you want to entertain Nesta Archeron, you may not be in my vicinity.”
You are being waaaaaay too dramatic. He didn’t even spare her a single glance until you pointed to her. Nothing at all happened, I mean the male didn’t even know she was at the ball until you told him.
Nesta walked up and was a bit too close to him and even though Eris moved to your side, giving her an unamused look, you were still irritated
And since you couldn’t take it out on her, you take it out on Eris.
But Eris knows what you’re doing, he knows how extremely dramatic you are being, so he just lets you cool off, let’s you huff and puff around the house
You are a mess. An absolute mess
You find yourself longing for Eris's touch, even just a simple headpat from him would send you into cardiac arrest.
The fact that you lasted an entire week is insane bc you’re both touching each other in some way all the time
When you’re lounging; his head rests on your chest, and you lovingly massage his scalp, running your fingers through his hair. Alternatively, he pulls you closer to his body under a warm blanket, nestled in his neck, while he warms his hands for you, acting as your personal heater.
When you’re in public; he always has a hand on your lower back, waist or you walk hand in hand. You also wrap your hands around his biceps, caressing the arm when you feel tired
When you’re in a meeting; your hands naturally seek each other under the table. Whenever one of you gets heated or irritated, the other soothes them by rubbing their thumb on the back of their hand, offering quiet support.
After a week of torture you finally breakdown in his office, storming in and placing your palms on his wooden desk. He looks up at your curiously, an eyebrow raised.
“Okay, I can’t do this anymore, please touch me, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Eris is just as desperate as you are but he wants to drag this out just a tiny bit more before giving in
“Interesting. You initiated this ban, yet you’re the one who can’t follow through? You were fine without me for a whole week, I think you’ll manage another one.”
Your jaw drops in disbelief. Another week? No, you’d rather die.
“I think not. I will beg if I have to. Touch me, please. I will probably die if I go another week without you.”
He leans back in his chair, puts his arms behind his head as his arms bulge. One of your biggest weaknesses
“Normally, I’d make you beg but I missed you aswell. Come here.”
You damn near cry in relief when you sit in his lap and nestle in his arms. His warm hands rub your back and thighs, making you impossibly more relaxed
“This was one of the dumbest things I have ever done. Never again.” You whine against his neck, kissing it over and over again.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he says, emotional as he press a kiss to your head
AZRIEL
“Okay.”
That is all he says when you tell him your banning him from touching you. Honestly, you thought he’d have a bigger reaction so you start getting second thoughts.
But you thug it out bc you still want to prove a point even though he looks super unbothered
In reality, Azriel is panicking on the inside
Although he knows he can physically withstand sex, it’s the love and intimacy he misses the most
So he does the one thing he knows you won’t resist
He sluts around the house
Okay, he walks around shirtless or with super tight black shirts thst highlight years and years of working out
Azriel knows you’re weak for his muscles and body so flaunting it around is step one of his plan.
Step two of his plan draws him extremely close to you, mere inches away. He leans in as you speak, exploiting yet another weakness.
He wears delicious colognes that make your eyes flutter. He wears chains around his neck and leans over you.
Azriel’s final and ultimate slut move is waking up in the morning, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he speaks. It's all it takes for you to cave in to his charms.
You find yourself the one begging for his touch, unable to resist the longing for his embrace. You babble about never wanting to go so long without feeling his presence again.
CASSIAN
Cassian’s love language is most definitely touch so when you tell him that he is banned from here on out, he freezes.
Like it doesn’t make any sense, he actually can’t grasp the concept.
“What does that even mean? What do you mean I can’t touch you?”
Tha man is flabbergasted
He will follow you around, apologizing for his behavior over and over. You’ve already forgiven him since it was a minor thing but he doesn’t know that
Cassian starts carrying a pillow with him, imagining it is you. He craves touch, and if it's from a damn pillow, he'll gladly take it
He pouts as you try to surpress a smile at his expression. He’ll give you puppy eyes in hopes of you dropping the annoying ban
Eventually, Cassian levels up and becomes extra touchy with the inner circle instead, seeking any physical touch
A confused Azriel gets extra pats on the shoulder, but Cassian's hand lingers, staying put longer than usual, leaving Azriel puzzled by the sudden change in his behavior.
An amused Rhysand receives more hugs, but Cassian's hugs linger, holding him close as if imagining you there for a moment.
Obviously, nothing compares to you, and the whole situation only makes Cassian more irritated.
No sex is just unbearable. Jerking off isn’t fun at all and he can count on one hand how many times he had to use his hands since you got together
After only one and a half day you start to miss his touches and get jealous that your friends is getting his warm touches instead.
You’re also very horny and since you and cassian have a VERY active sex life, it makes a lotta sense. This male usually fucks you 1-2 times everyday, and I mean EVERY day
Seriously not a day goes by without some action, whether it be fingering, bjs, handjobs, nipple play, him eating you out, 69 just anything really
When you finally, after 1,5 excruciating days let him touch you, he smiles and thank the Mother then drags you to your bedroom
Y’all don’t come out for a solid 2-3 business days
Ever since the ban, he is stuck to you like glue fr
LUCIEN
Lucien is very calm for someone who isn’t allowed to touch his mate
“You’re banning me from touching you? That’s really cute,” Lucien remarks casually, a hint of amusement in his tone as he takes a sip of his peppermint tea.
You furrow your brows, pouting. “I'm not joking, Lucien. If you touch me, I'll scream,” you assert firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. With lifted chin and proud gaze, you stand your ground, making your new and temporary boundaries clear.
Lucien chuckles softly. “Yeah? You’ll scream? Love, you scream real nice for me when I touch you anyway, so what's really new?” he teases, getting closer to you.
“I mean, do you really want me to not touch you?” Lucien asks, his voice low as he inches closer and closer until your faces are mere inches apart.
He gets so close, his warmth leaving you breathless. His soft, plump lips barely brush against yours, the touch so light it's almost not there.
“Tell me, my sweet, perfect girl,” he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours, “who put this idea in your head?”
You are barely functioning, your words stuck in your throat as you struggle to come up with a response.
“I know you're too out of it to properly respond to me right now, and it's okay,” Lucien says gently, his tone teasing. “I guess using your brain is a tough task, hm?”
You nodded absentmindedly, distracted by his charming smile
“M'sorry, Lucien,” you mumble, your words breathless and slightly slurred. “It was just a joke. I really want you to touch me,” you admit, your voice trailing off as you become increasingly dumbfounded in his intoxicated presence.
He tsked with mock sympathy. “It's okay, sweetheart,” he said gently, gripping your chin. “Let’s not say things we don’t mean the next time, okay?”
“Okay, I won’t.” you say blushing at the proximity before giving him a sweet sweet kiss on the lips. Lucien pulls you in closer and y’all fuck right there on the kitchen table but damn it was good
Yeah, banning Lucien from intimacy will never work
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sabbathicy-art · 6 months
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"Through dreams it'll be..."
Lucien! I miss this bastard :)
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runmienn · 1 year
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Attempt at trying to figure out Lucien’s design
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janearts · 9 months
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The Winter Solstice celebration in the Hewn City was one of my fav moments from the book... mostly because Nesta got to leverage her Very Particular Set of Skills that she had been made to hone since she was a child.
I wish I had seen more of that (and courtly intrigue in general), so I took some wild detours from canon. I thought it would be lovely if Lucien taught Nesta Autumn Court dances while Mor taught her Night Court dances while Cassian taught her traditional Illyrian dances for reasons. (I also swapped waltzing for Latin-style dances for the Autumn Court, but kept it ballroom for the toffs. The Night Court can keep their waltzes.) Bonus for Cassian dancing because I can't stop, won't stop.
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onesmolhurts · 4 months
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Mollymauk Tealeaf ☀️🌙
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cursebrkr · 10 months
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Autumn Court males have fire in their blood
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Just saw a post about characters being in shock and awe after seeing their love interest in formal wear for the first time. And my mind immediately went "Elucien!" But then I remembered Lucien always dresses immaculately and is basically always dressed formally. So for them I think the opposite is true! When Elain see's Lucien dressed down for the first time, in just a shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and the front unbuttoned down to his navel, she is gonna LOSE IT! Cue the shock and awe baby!
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fieldofdaisiies · 1 month
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Rhys: "And what does Lucien say?" Cassian trying to stifle a laugh.
Cassian failing. Cassian bursting out laughing. Cassian: Don’t you mean...WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY!?
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varethane · 2 years
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I finished listening to season 2 of Critical Role (600+ hours after I decided to check it out, haha). Anyway I spent the entirety of the finale drawing this! The Mighty Nein was a fun crew. :)
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treadsuren · 10 hours
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I said it once and I'll say it again, This is a quote that you have to pay close attention .
Feyre POV - A Court of Silver Flames (Barnes and Noble Exclusive Edition)
“Don't forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one's hands dirty along the way."
“And torn up by thorns," I mused, recalling a morning this past summer when Elain had come into the house, Her Right Palm bleeding from several gashes thanks to a stubborn rosebush that had pierced her gloves. The thorns had broken off in her skin, leaving sharp splinters that I’d had to pull free.I didn’t dare mention that if she had been wearing the enchanted gloves Lucien had gotten her last Solstice, nothing would have pierced them at all.
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thelov3lybookworm · 4 days
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Lucien and Night Court Emissary Reader who were falling in love pre-UTM but she had to break it off/start being cold to keep the cruel High Lord and Court ruse up/Velaris secret safe. Now he's come back with Feyre and sees the truth, is being rejected by Elain, and Reader can't bear to watch him pine after someone who doesn't want him when she's still miserably in love with him.
Angsty but happy ending please ❤️
Anything.
Summary: She's ready to do anything to get him back.
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A/n: babes. anon. my darling baby. marry me plis. i LOVED THIS IDEA so much i wasnt ready to write it because i thought i might never do it justice, but i think i like how this thing came out, so thank you thank you THANK YOU anon for this request 🥹🥹🥹
anywas, enjoy!
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Y/n watched him watch her.
Elain.
Soft, gentle Elain.
Nice, beautiful Elain.
Inconsiderate, unaware Elain.
Elain, who either did no care for who she hurt with her lack of decision making skills, or she genuinely had no idea that she was hurting her mate as she strung him along. Maybe it was just because of the sheltered and happy life Nesta provided for Elain, always keeping her away from the harsh truths of life, and while Y/n had admired that habit of her new friend, she could not help but resent her a little for it.
Y/n took a slow sip of the wine she held in her hand as she stared down from the dimly lit balcony at the ballroom floor, the twirling and swaying couples, wondering how the hell Lucien had changed so much.
So much that he'd gone from being hounded by pretty females falling at his feet and shoving their breasts in his face to get him to give them attention to begging for attention from someone that probably would not be able to tell if she was paining someone.
With a sigh, Y/n made to turn away, deciding that the sweet obliviousness was better than drowning herself in wine and bitter jealousy.
She felt his presence a moment before she smelled the night court high lord.
"Sister." He stepped forward, leaning his elbows onto the balustrade next to her. "Who hurt you?"
Y/n rolled her eyes, immediately relaxing in the presence of her older brother. "What makes you think someone hurt me?"
"Oh, are you telling me that you've decided to take up Azriel's job of brooding and glaring at people from a dark corner just for fun?"
Y/n said nothing, her eyes flitting all over the dance floor absently before settling on a head of fiery red that stood against the far wall, holding a champagne flute.
Rhys turned his head to glance at her when she sad nothing, then followed her gaze. "Oh. Did he kill your cat?"
Y/n released a frustrated breath. "Rhys."
"What?!"
"I don't have a cat."
"Oh my, I am sorry your highness."
Y/n was tempted to shove her middle finger in his face, and he might have read it on her face, as he huffed out a laugh. "Sorry. But come on. What happened? You know that you can tell me anything, right?"
Y/n turned away from the view she had been staring at, instead leaning her back against the railing, letting her head fall back as her arms came to rest on the expensive wood of the balustrade.
"I do."
Silence settled around the two siblings, comfortable and welcome, heavy with internal thoughts, filled with the music from the orchestra in the corner and soft humming from Rhys.
Before long, Y/n started humming along with him, almost subconsciously. She hadn't even realised it until after a few moments, and she smiled at the wall she now stared at.
"Y/n. I've known for quite some time now that you have been hiding something from me. If there's anything I can do for you and whatever you are doing, then please let me know. You don't have to tell me what it is-"
"It's Elain."
Rhys fell quiet, and Y/n sighed. "Come. Let's go somewhere more... private."
Rhys followed her quietly down the stairs and out into the hallway, letting her lead him to her room.
He did not ask anymore questions, nor did he speak, but Y/n could feel the intrigue and curiosity rolling off of him.
Y/n did not speak even when the two of them arrived to her bedroom, walking over to the small cupboard in the corner she stashed her favourite drinks in, including pineapple juice and champagne. She also kept a bottle of whiskey there in case her brother decided to give her a visit.
"So... what happened with Elain?" Rhys spoke as Y/n was pouring him a glass of whiskey, and Y/n steeled her resolve. There was no way she could keep it to herself anymore, because if she did, she would very likely explode.
And anyways, this was her brother. She could tell him anything.
"So... you remember how you sent me to that spring court ball to represent night court?"
Rhys nodded, his attention rapt.
"Yeah well, I met Lucien for the first time there." Y/n busied herself by popping open the bottle of some bubbling champagne, letting it slowly trickle out and into the flute she held, her eyes fixed on the little bubbles that floated from the bottom of the glass.
"He, of course, being the charming male he is, got me running after him. We talked that night. We talked till it was morning, till we knew I needed to return or else you would worry." Y/n smiled softly as she remembered the way she had made Lucien laugh till he was telling her to shut up because his stomach hurt.
"Oh." Y/n could see the pieces falling in place for her brother.
"Everytime after that when I told you I was going out to party all night, I was just travelling to the outskirts of spring court and just talking with him the whole night." Y/n blinked away the prickling in her eyes at that. "I started to fall for him, and he reciprocated."
Y/n let that marinate in the air a little before continuing.
"But then Amarantha came, took his eye. He pulled away, drawing into himself and shutting off anyone who tried to comfort him."
"But how come I never saw you with him?"
Y/n smiled sadly. "He had returned to spring with Tam, and I was trapped under the mountain. When he did visit, he would always hide in shame because he thought I would hate him after he lost his eye." She downed the rest of the liquor left in her glass, grimacing. "He did approach me once, and I..."
"Fuck." Rhys mumbled under his breath after a moment of silence, staring at her. "You told him to leave you alone, didn't you?"
Y/n closed her eyes, leaning back into her chair. He cursed again.
"He probably thought it was because of his eye. Or maybe that I was playing him all along. I don't know why, but he accepted it. Did not fight back. I let him believe it. I did not want him to get any more unnecessary unwanted attention from Amarantha. That was the only way that felt right."
Y/n opened her eyes to find Rhys bowed, his elbows resting on his knees as he clutched his head in frustration. "Fuck Y/n. I thought you were smarter than that."
Y/n sighed. "Apparently not."
Rhys reached out to grab the bottle of whiskey from the low table in front of them, drinking directly from the bottle.
Y/n simply watched him.
"Why are you getting so worked up over this? I thought you didn't like Lucien?"
Even just saying his name made her heart ache in longing.
Rhys stayed silent for a moment before standing, extending his hand towards her. "I might dislike him, but I can tell how much you like him. And your happiness comes above all else."
When Y/n stared at him and his hand, unmoving, he wiggled his fingers. "Come on, let's go get you your knight in shining armour."
Y/n's eyes widened. "What?"
He gave her a wicked grin. "Trust me baby sister."
Y/n thought over it for a moment. She knew whatever her brother's unhinged brain had come up with would probably be uncomfortable, but it would definitely help her out.
So, with an exasperated sigh, she stood, slipping her hand into his. "For everyone's sake, Rhys, I hope that whiskey hasn't gotten to your head yet and that you are not planning something stupid."
"Me? Stupid?" His grin widened. "Never."
Now that, concerned Y/n.
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Y/n knew she made a mistake when trusting Rhys the moment he led her to a secluded room in the house of wind.
He opened the door, shoved her in and then locked it behind her. She turned, slamming her fists on the door as she cursed at him. He only laughed, telling her to wait and be patient.
Y/n huffed, folding her arms across her chest as she took in the room he had brought her to.
It was a cosy, intimate place, with a circular table in the center of the room, two chairs on opposite sides of it. There was a huge spread of food on it, most of it she'd already seen in the living room earlier in the evening.
The entirety of the room was covered in nothing but candles, giving the darkened room a soft, romantic glow. And slowly, things started clicking for Y/n.
Rhys had gone to get Lucien.
Shit.
Y/n whipped around, frantically searching for a way out.
While she was still in love with him, in no way was she ready for the confrontation.
She knew he hated her for breaking his heart. There was no way he didn't. She hated herself for it. She did not know how she would go about apologising without it looking like she only wanted him after he'd found someone better.
The glass doors leading to the balcony were thrown wide open, the soft gauzy curtains fluttering gently in the breeze. Y/n stared out at the night sky mournfully. She had taken more after her father than her mother, and so while her brother was half illyrian and could summon wings, she could not.
Now, more than ever, Y/n cursed her father for not being a winged male.
The door was locked, and winnowing was out of the question. Begging someone to let her out would tire her out and make her get angrier, so that had to be scratched out too.
Looking around defeatedly as she accepted her fate, Y/n found a full body length mirror against a far wall.
Meeting her own eyes, Y/n walked closer, knowing that her brother would have left no exit way for her to run from the situation at hand. So there was only one thing she could do, and that was prepare herself.
She studied her own figure, turning this way and that as she smoothed down the nonexistent wrinkles from the skirts of her dark maroon gown that reminded her of Lucien in all his glory.
"You can do this." Y/n muttered in the silence of the room, staring intensely at herself as she pushed back her shoulders and took in a deep breath. "He deserves to know."
Not a moment later, the sound of a lock clicking open echoed through the room, and Y/n winced, turning in time to see Lucien stumbling in and then the door being pulled shut.
He grumbled under his breath, fixing and pulling on his sleeves. He glanced up, then stilled, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Y/n." He addressed her as he straightened.
"Lucien..." He stared at her, his eyes slowly and leisurely roaming her figure. The look in his eyes was just like the way he used to look at her fifty years ago, when everything had been right, perfect. It made Y/n blush, and she had to swallow in an attempt to peel her tongue off of the roof of her mouth. "How- how have you been?"
He met her eyes. "I've been good. Good enough to not die I guess. How about you?"
Y/n swallowed the guilt climbing up her throat like bile. Maybe it was bile. Damn, should not have drank that champagne. "I'm good. As good as I can be without you-"
"Don't."
Y/n looked down at the floor, her blush increasing in embarrassment as he took a look around the room, his golden eye clicking softly. "I'm sorry-"
Then his eyes flew to hers, accusation written in every angle of his beautiful face as his metal eye whirred. "Why did he bring me here?"
Y/n swallowed. "I- if you're saying that I made him drag you here, stop. I did not tell him to bring you here."
Lucien glanced around the room again with a skeptical look. "So he just decided that putting the two of us in the same room with such a setting would be funny?"
Y/n closed her eyes, forcing herself to speak the truth. "I... was just talking to Rhys and he found out that we were seeing each other before under the mountain happened, and he did this by himself."
Lucien scoffed, making her open her eyes to look at him. "And did he tell you why?"
"Lucien-"
"Of course, his brother's happiness matters far more than a bond to him. I just know he's doing this to keep me away from Elain to give Azriel a chance-"
"My brother is strictly against Azriel and Elain getting together-"
"Oh yes, your brother is a fucking saint who can never-"
"Lucien!"
He turned away with an incredulous laugh, walking to the balcony and leaning against the railing. "You've made your feelings very clear Y/n. You've hurt me enough for one lifetime. Leave me alone now. Let me wallow in hope and defeat."
Y/n followed him out. "You don't have to wallow alone." She mumbled, her voice quiet.
"And who will be with me? Feyre? Elain? You?" He laughed, a humourless sound that shot sadness straight to Y/n's heart like a bolt. "I'm always meant to be alone."
Y/n's heart broke right alongside his voice. "Lucien that's not the case."
"Then tell me what is, because as I see it, everyone seems set on hurting me or leaving me. Tell me. Tell me what the case is."
Y/n looked away from him, staring out over the twinkling light of the rainbow and the snake like Sidra cutting through Velaris.
He huffed, his disappointment evident as he followed her gaze. "Exactly."
Y/n was silent for a moment, contemplating the best way to explain without having him leave.
The best answer was to let all her thoughts free.
So she took a deep breath, composing herself, and began in a soft, calm voice.
"I still love you, more than anyone ever could. I hope you know that." Y/n felt his gaze returning to rest on her face, but she did not look away from the glittering Sidra, knowing she would lose her nerve if she did.
"Amarantha? She had taken a special interest in Rhys and me. Anyone who was found even remotely close to us, whether it be a courtier or someone we just talked to that day, ended up dead, tortured and beaten."
She swallowed, trying to not let those memories resurface. "You also had dug up your own grave. What were you thinking, telling her to crawl back to the hole she crawled out of?"
She finally removed her eyes from the Sidra, using them to glare at her past lover. He was not deterred, lifting his chin as he turned his body to face her fully.
"Nothing other than the urge to get you to safety. I was dumb. I know. But I don't regret it. Even if it cost me my eye." With a meaningful look, he mumbled out softly. "But it was no use, as it cost me you too."
Y/n stared at him, her nervousness long forgotten. "Lucien... why do you think I told you to leave me alone?"
"Because I lost my eye?"
Her eyes widened, and her brain practically stopped functioning. All she could do was whisper, "What?"
He gave her a look. "What? You told me to leave you-"
"Lucien I- no." She facepalmed, releasing a frustrated sigh. "No Lucien. That was not the reason why."
Lucien shifted uncomfortably, not saying anything. "I- thank you?"
Despite her efforts, a smile made its way onto her face, and she slapped his chest. "You dumbass. I pushed you away because I did not want Amarantha and her cronies targeting you because of our relationship."
Lucien blinked. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh." Y/n sighed. "Look Lucien. I... I know there were better ways to tell you to stay away, but I knew you would try your best to stop me from my instincts to protect you, and when you did not put up much of a fuss or even ask me for a reason, I thought you'd been waiting to get rid of me."
Lucien laughed then, a soft, pained but genuine sound. "Looks like we need to learn how to communicate."
Y/n smiled up at him, her eyes prickling a little.
He said nothing for a long time, just staring at her, his eyes swirling with an emotion that Y/n desperately wanted to name but was too scared to.
Y/n waited for him to speak, to move, to do something, with bated breath. He just looked away, releasing a breath.
"Lucien?"
He shook his head.
Concerned, Y/n went to touch his arm.
He recoiled, an Y/n instantly pulled her hand back, her heart breaking again.
"I- I didn't mean to make you uncomfotable-"
"No."
Y/n paused. "Um... No?"
"Why Y/n? Why now?"
"Because I can't watch you pine for someone who does not care while I'm still miserably in love with you!"
He shook his head, his eyes fixed on something in the far distance. "That's not- no. Y/n, I... you know I'm a mated male now."
Y/n reared back like he'd slapped her, and if she was being honest, it would have been better if he dd, because there was nothing in the world that hurt more than hearing that.
Y/n stared at him, trying not to feel betrayed.
"You- you're not mated, Lucien."
His jaw clenched, but he remained quiet.
"You, are not, a mated male-"
"Well I know that-"
"Then why do you pretend that you are unavailable for anyone-"
"I have a mate now-"
"Who does not want you!" Y/n screamed, her chest heaving. A dark look crossed his face, and his eyes hardened as he turned away.
"Thanks for the reminder that I'm unwanted, Y/n. Its almost like I'd forgotten."
Y/n kicked herself mentally, reaching for him. "Lucien, I did not mean that-"
"Oh you for sure did. Don't lie." He mumbled softly as he was stepped through the threshold into the warm interior of the house, like he was defeated, and Y/n wished that he'd screamed at her, fought with her, because that would definitely have been better than this torture of watching his shoulders curve inwards.
She stepped forward, her dress swishing around her legs, tears slipping out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her cheek into the defined muscles of his back, knowing her tears were going to stain the fine threads of his navy blue jacket.
"Lucien please." Her voice broke as she spoke, and he froze, letting her squeeze him tighter with every sob that ripped through her.
The two of them remained in that embrace for far too long and not long enough, unmoving and unspeaking, the only sounds her soft cries and his breaths.
With a jolt, Y/n realised he was crying too.
"Lucien, I need you. I need you so bad." She turned her head, digging her face harder into his back.
He took a deep breath, his chest expanding under her fingers from where they'd climbed up his body as the two of them cried.
"Y/n-"
"No. No, let me finish." Y/n sniffled, trying to get her voice to stop wobbling. "I love you Lucien, and it pains me greatly to see you get hurt by her."
"I'm used to it by now." He whispered. If it was even possible, her arms tightened around him more.
"Lucien I love you. I need you back. Come back to me, let her go." Y/n cried.
"It's not that simple my love."
Y/n's heart- whatever shattered remains were left in her chest by this point- froze at the term of endearment. He didn't even seem to notice.
Y/n just absorbed and basked in the normalcy in which he spoke, as if the two of them were back when everything had been okay fifty years ago. As if the last fifty years had never happened.
Like the two of them were not standing so close but were still so far away from each other.
"It could be if you wanted it to be." Y/n mumbled into his back, wondering if there was any way she could press closer still.
He sighed, his body relaxing as he let his head fall back. Then he turned.
Y/n had to force herself to breathe so as not to pass out as his eyes met hers again. They now swirled with so much more emotions than they had before.
He lifted his hand silently, letting his fingers trace the apple of her cheeks.
She did not let her arms fall from where they were now wrapped around his waist.
Moments passed.
Months, years, millenia.
Still, they stood in their embrace, quiet, lost in thoughts in the arms of the person they loved most, sacred bond or not, the moment only broken by him parting his lips to speak.
Y/n tracked the action eagerly.
"I... guess you're right."
Y/n blinked, her brain slow to process as she was so busy trying not to bite the soft flesh of his lips.
When she realised what he said though, her eyes flew to his, alert.
"What?"
He swallowed. "I just have to... tell her she can be free. That I won't bother her again. That will do it, right?"
Y/n blinked again, shocked at how easily he'd agreed.
He rose a brow at her.
"What, you think I don't love you still?" Her lips parted in shock at that, and his lips lifted at one corner. "You will need more than a few harsh words to make me hate you-"
Y/n did not let him finish.
His lips were soft against hers, moving in a rhythm more familiar to Y/n than the back of her own hand. And the fact that he kissed her back without any hesitation made her melt.
And, maybe, if possible, fall more in love with him.
The both of them were reluctant to pull away, but air was also a necessity, as much as Y/n was loathe to admit it.
She blinked open her eyes, finding him already staring at her, a small quirk to his lips and a blush on his face.
She smiled up at him shyly, as if she just hadn't been the one to initiate the kiss. She tried to hide her face in his neck, just like she used to do before, but he caught her chin between his fingers.
Just like he used to do before.
He grinned at her, nudging his nose against hers. "Look at that facade, getting all shy."
"Shut up." She mumbled.
His smile softened.
"We might have to start all over again."
She straightened, nodding. "I know. I'm ready to do anything it takes."
He smirked at her. "Anything?"
She matched his expression, standing on her toes to kiss his nose to emphasize her point.
"Anything."
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runningwiththeoceans · 5 months
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you’re telling me that you think Lucien “catches a fish with his bare fucking hands” Vanserra doesn’t have the biggest schlong ever? riiiiiight.
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drenchedfireworks · 6 months
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Read someone saying "Eris is a dreamer but there are no stars in his world" AND NOW I'M SOBBING
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