#lucien 🌷

[princess-tulip-writes]

lucien x reader, the reader wakes up in the middle of the night really horny. she wakes up lucien but he’s too tired so then she takes matters into her own hands and then he wakes up and helps

i'm supposed to be sleeping bc of my huge exam tomorrow but this really spoke to me. i couldn't resist.

you loved your mate, you really really did, but his ability to make you feel too hot from just the matter of being close to him could be a major pain in your ass sometimes. especially when soft groans of content left his throat whenever he snuggled closer to you in his sleep, feeling how comfy you are compared to his hard build subconsciously or the way his hips jerk up in his sleep whenever he has a particularly good dream about his sexy wife. gods, if he ever knew how beautiful those sounds were to his mate, you would never live it down. which is why it's just your little secret. for now, at least.

tonight was no better than any other.

the constant beating of his heart thumped in your ear as it pressed against his warm, and bare, chest, the melody waking you from possibly the best wet dream you could have ever imagined. your eyes shot open as your face flushed from the filthy things your mind had made up, even though it was only between you and mr. sandman. the throbbing of your clit didn't go unnoticed even as your eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.

the sky was still pitch black, meaning that you still had many hours until dawn or lucien even thinking of waking up. perfect. sighing softly, you glanced at the male's face a few inches above your head and found that you could at least make out the features of your lovers in the pale moonlight that somehow reflected perfectly on his face.

gosh, he's gorgeous.

his eyelashes ticked his cheek bones as he slept, the scar slashed across of face no longer made you sad, replaced with a feverish yearn for his bravery, his plump lips parted slightly as soft snores left them. But the best part was his hair; spread angelically all over the silk pillow where his head lie, as if he had planned it. you knew he hadn't, yet you couldn't help but admire how naturally gifted he was with his looks. you had to clench your thighs in order to keep yourself from practically humping his leg at the thought of tugging said strands.

he looked to perfect to just leave alone...

"lucien." you whispered followed by a gentle shake of his shoulder to help him wake.

luckily for you, he was a pretty light sleeper. hell, he always woke whenever you left to go pee in the wee hours of the night with a pout and a 'hurry'.

"what?" he whined sleepily.

"i need you."

you bit your lip in anticipation as you were greeted with seconds of silence before the hand on your arm tighten slightly before softening again.

"not right now. 'm too tired, babe..."

the scatch in his voice certainly didn't help the ache between your legs, and neither did the way his words faded into a whimper as he drifted off midsentence. this was certainly going to be a long night for you.

usually, he would jump at any given opportunity to sink himself inside of your warm cunt or even taste you, so in order for him to so easily reject the chance told you just how exhausted he really was. as much as you were horny, you knew he needed to catch up on some much needed sleep.

so instead of trying again, you snuck your hand down your panties and began rubbing small circled around the bundle of nerves.

for the next five minuets, you tried so hard to be quite as you neared your release, thinking of the all the things lucien had done to you through the years that never fail to make you squirm at the remembrance. but no matter how hard you bit your lip, even as blood gushed out from the force, a few moans slipped out. you knew that eventually, he'd wake and be very displeased but you couldn't help but get even more excited at the thought of punishment.

with your high approaching, your toes curled tightly as you tried to stop yourself from tensing or moving too much in fear of giving yourself away or waking him, but you still couldn't stop the loud whine that slipped past your teeth as you clenched around nothing and your fingers sped up. suddenly, a tight grip around your wrist had halted your movements and made your eyes screw shut.

you were so fucked.

not only had you intterupted his sleep, but you had the gull to touch yourself without permission.

"care to explain yourself, slut?" he asked, his voice laced with both dissapointment and sleep. "just couldn't wait could you? had to go and help yourself with even asking? you are so much more pathetic than i thought you were, little fox."

your cheeks heated up as you swallowed thickly. here's the thing about lucien; he was the most dual person you had ever known. one moment, he could be all sweet, cuddling close to you and being a big sleepy baby, and the next he could turn into a starving, sex deprived male who only wants to use you to feast on. it only made you wetter.

"i'm sorry, i just needed some release. had a dream about you again..."

the male smirked at the admission, prideful that just a erotic dream of him could get you so worked up that you had to touch even after he said no. it was adorable how much you truly wanted him.

"well, since i caused the problem, i should help fix it, right?" he chuckled, his voice still rough with slumber but sexy as ever as he released your wrist. "keep going and don't stop until i say, little one. i'll make it feel all better."

#lucien 🌷 #lucien smut #lucien vanserra #acotar #acotar smut #lucien x reader #acotar x reader #acotar x reader smut #the autumn court bros 🍁

[foxcort]

"Think of me what you will, but do not think of me as my father's son." Rage burned in his chest. "There are limits to my depravities, and lows even I would not sink to."

written for day 1: brotherhood/family of @erisweek2023. 🧡🔥 / a look into eris' pov if he had been the one to save lucien by delivering him to the spring court after jesminda's execution. / (AO3)

a/n: this little au has been on my mind ever since it became canon that eris played a part in lucien's escape to spring by alerting tamlin. i know in canon lucien runs away from the autumn court on his own, but I always imagined that would probably be very difficult without some kind of help! so, i thought, why not kick it up a notch?

tw: domestic abuse mention, jesminda's execution ( ;-; )

For a brief moment, all Eris knew was the feeling of weightlessness.

Then his knees slammed onto the marble floor of a darkened foyer and the unconscious weight pressed against his side sagged further into him, sparking a reaction of blinding pain across his nerves. He'd used too much magic when his reserves were non-existent, stretched himself thin enough to tear. But desperation had pushed him to the strangest of his few options, and he didn't have the luxury to regret his decision.

He gasped, a palm shooting out to balance his weight, just as a quick crack of noise filled the foyer and the High Lord of the Spring Court appeared before him.

With a baldric full of knives strapped to his chest, he looked ready for a fight. Or an intrusion, as Eris hoped he would be, when he barreled through Tamlin's wards and winnowed himself directly into the High Lord's manor.

Tamlin's narrowed gaze sharpened over him. Over Lucien. And widened when he finally understood what hunched before him. Two Vanserra brothers. Tattered, broken, half-conscious. Bleeding all over his pristine floors.

"Brun! Hart!" Tamlin’s voice echoed through the halls of the manor and Eris shifted with a grunt as the High Lord closed the distance between them and dropped to take Lucien’s weight. “What happened?” he said quieter, directed towards him this time.

Two sets of footsteps sounded down the hall, heavy and urgent.

Eris’ grip on Lucien tightened. “Beron,” he gasped. Some small, vain part him was mortified at how weak he sounded, his voice hoarse from screaming, from coming so close to begging for the pain to stop. Lucky he had his father’s pride.

Tamlin’s face darkened in understanding, his jaw tight, green eyes flashing as he assessed the damage done to Lucien. The two names he’d called for finally entered the foyer, rushing to their lord’s side and sliding under his brother’s arms without any need for direction or order.

But perhaps they needed it, for Lucien whimpered softly in the transfer and Eris was upon the nearest male with a sharp hiss. “Careful.” He might as well have been spitting venom with the way the burly male’s face paled, guilt awash over his features as he stammered out an apology.

Tamlin set a steadying hand on the male’s shoulder. A placating, pleading touch. Be more gentle next time. “Take him to Acesis. Notify me the moment he wakes.” The young male nodded and this time Eris took it upon himself to guide his brother into the male’s arms, his legs screaming in protest as he finally stood and made to follow them.

A firm hand curled around his arm, "Not you, Vanserra." Before he could rip his arm away from Tamlin's grip, that feeling of weightlessness returned. Light and airy and then he was slammed back into existence once more. Into a room full of warm candlelight and the smell of old books. The High Lord's study.

Eris whipped around to face Tamlin, lips pulled back in a sneer. "How will I know your shortsighted sentries won't kill him on the way to the healer?"

"If you thought Lucien would come to harm here, you wouldn't have brought him to me." Tamlin paused, eyeing him in a way that made Eris' stomach churn. Suspicion. There was only a small glint of it, but it was doubt that flickered in the brilliant green of the High Lord's eyes. The implication that perhaps Eris had done this to Lucien. And the reason he hadn't let him go with Lucien.

Anger flared, stoked by the pain and blood littering his body.

"Don't look at me like that," he spat, trying and failing to stand upright. Worse than the pain, worse than Tamlin's cutting gaze, was the doubt he held for himself. He wasn't wholly unconvinced he didn't deserve such accusations. After all, he'd stood there and watched, frozen with horror as their brothers forced Jesminda to her knees and his father swung his sword clean through her neck.

He'd only come back into his body when the rough hands of his father's guards jostled him away to the dungeons. To be dealt with, Beron had said. His father hated disobedience.

"Think of me what you will, but do not think of me as my father's son." Rage burned in his chest. “There are limits to my depravities, and lows even I would not sink to.”

Eris dropped into the nearest armchair, his head bowed, fingers curling into tight, white-knuckled fists. He was tired of wearing masks, of moving brothers like chess pieces, of the permanent gut wrenching fear that something terrible would happen to his mother. But nothing compared to the feeling of defeat. That he wasn't two steps ahead of Beron as he imagined he was. And that it meant he was wildly unfit for any ruling position, much less High Lord of a court.

Tamlin had eased his stance, a small sigh leaving him as he took a seat opposite of Eris and leaned forward to quietly ask, "What happened to Lucien?"

Heat swam in Eris' vision, but he blinked it back furiously. Perhaps what he tired of most was appearing and feeling week. And if he could at least keep himself from crying in front of Tamlin, he could claim one victory in a sea of losses.

"Beron executed Jesminda." Tamlin swore lowly, a hand raking through his hair roughly. "He planned to do the same to Lucien in the morning." The High Lord's gaze turned murderous, and Eris thought for a second that he could see claws sharpen over his nails.

But then Tamlin's breathing became measured and his hands looked normal and the anguish returned to his features, winding his brows in a knot. Either way, it assured him that he'd certainly brought Lucien to the right place. That if Tamlin could be tempted to such rage with a few words, Lucien was quite possibly in the safest place in Prythian.

Tamlin's eyes flicked over Eris, over the state of him. " . . . And you?"

“I refused to participate. He took offense.” His jaw tightened, thoughts battering away any emotion or memory that would drag him back into the dungeons prematurely. He would face that again soon, but every moment away was his. "As soon as he realizes Lucien has escaped he'll send the others to hunt him down."

A thoughtful look passed over Tamlin's face and he stood, walking over to a decanter full of a rich, amber liquid. "If you wanted him hidden, you should've taken him to the Continent."

"My mother said about as much." Eris watched greedily as he poured the liquid into two glasses and handed him one. He accepted without an ounce of decorum, downing it immediately and relishing in the burn. Setting the glass down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before setting Tamlin with an even stare. "But for all the acquaintances and loyalties Lucien has collected, he doesn't have one quite as powerful as you. Or quite as committed."

Tamlin stared back for a long moment, his features giving away nothing of what he felt. Then, "Do you believe you'll need power in the event your brothers come looking for Lucien?" He took a sip of his drink. "You're the eldest. Can't you persuade them that it isn't in their best interest to step foot into my territory?"

A bitter laugh fell from Eris' lips. "If you could have been so easily influenced by your elder brothers, we wouldn't be having this conversation." The High Lord smiled humorlessly, a self-chastising look, as he tipped his glass in Eris' direction.

"Beron has poisoned them beyond my influence." Eris felt the weight of a festering guilt sit heavy in his stomach. "Beyond my mother's love. Whatever happens to them now is out of my hands." He cleared his throat, stamping out the emotion building there. He wouldn't name them. Wouldn't think of their faces. Or the inevitable death that would meet them should they cross into Spring. "Tamlin." The High Lord's gaze shot to his at the change in his tone. "They'll kill him. And anyone who harbors him."

"They'll try."

Envy pricked Eris' heart. At the growl lining Tamlin's words, the threat laced there. So opposite to the cold bond between him and Lucien. He'd cultivated it, himself. Refined it and built it with such a strong foundation, he believed even a thousand years of life would not be able to repair the broken strings that barely held the two of them together.

And so it was an envy he had no right to.

Eris pushed himself from the armchair, shooting Tamlin a glare when he moved instinctively, as if to help him. "And Beron," he said, waving away the other male, "There could be grounds for hostility between our courts."

“I’ve had a lifetime of tyrants disguised as fathers." Tamlin eyes sparked with a silent fury. "Let me make an enemy of this one.” Eris didn't doubt the High Lord would rip the throat of anyone who came looking for trouble. Perhaps he sought it. "You could stay, too," he said, giving him a poorly hidden look of pity. "The Spring Court is large enough to house more than one fugitive Vanserra."

"He doesn't know it was me," Eris said, quietly, "He can't know. And neither can Lucien." Only his mother knew. It had been her who'd released him from his dungeons without the knowledge of the guards or his father. Her, who had begged him to take Lucien away. "Beron did this to me," Eris gestured a hand towards the half-healed atrocities peppered across his skin, "Simply because I didn't follow his orders. If he discovers my denial is more than a stubborn reluctance . . . I can't afford to look weak. Not in that den of wolves."

"At least let Acesis take a look at your wounds before you go."

He shook his head, instead stumbling across the room to pour himself another glass of the amber liquid. "If he heals me, they'll know I left." He downed the glass. "My only chance at survival is keeping my position as heir solid. I know what I have to do to obtain that." And then muttered to himself, "I've always known." Eris focused on the smooth touch of the glass, the severe expression on Tamlin's face, the warm candlelight glinting of the polished floor. Anything but what he had to force himself to return to.

And just before he could register the return of the heat behind his eyes or the way his heart squeezed in his chest when he thought of Lucien's broken body, he glanced up at the High Lord and said, "Do what you need to. Keep him alive."

And winnowed back into the dark.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! 🧡🧡🧡

#erisweek2023 #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #tamlin #tamcien if you squint #please forgive me for the super late day 1 submission 😭 #🌷

[simmanin]

Saw a post yesterday talking about Elain seeing Lucien’s back scars from being whipped UTM and I can’t stop thinking about it.

Can you imagine getting a “Who did this to you?” moment from a female character’s POV. Perhaps Lucien gets injured on their journey to Koschei and Elain has to doctor up his back and she sees the lingering scars. Scars that even his fae healing abilities could not get rid of. How bad was the whipping if the scars still stayed years later? So Lucien briefly explains what happened. Elain soon realizes that they serve as a reminder of what he was willing to do for her sister’s survival, what he would do for a female his friend loved. For the sake of the good. To make the world a better place, even if it harmed him beyond repair.

And then Elain being so at odds with herself because of this bond that’s out of her control, she unwittingly fills up with fury she doesn’t quite understand while looking at his back. Thinking about the horrors he had to go through. She’s still afraid to show any sign of emotion towards Lucien (or anyone, for that matter), but the tips of her fingers linger on a long, pale scar as she wipes the blood away. They spread across him like ivy on stone, but vines can’t bring a building down. And in that moment, she realizes something. Torture did not turn Lucien evil, did not make him bad. Did not steal his light.

Perhaps it was just from the crackling fire, but something seemed to glow in Elain’s chest.

I think it’s time I write an Elucien fic 🦊🌷

update: I’m working on the fic now 🫡

#pro lucien vanserra #pro elain archeron #who did this to you #acotar #pro elucien #cheesy elucien #elucien

[itsberru]

And that is all because of you ✨🌹🌷

💙 Echinacea and Lucien done for @/ bluebluebutton

#dnd #dnd art #commission #oc #dungeons and dragons #they're so TENDER #I'm so weak for them

[lucylucius]

pedro pascal as lucien flores just because i like his name and his shirt 🌷🌻🪻

#my art #pedro pascal #lucien flores #pedrito #pedro pascal fanart

[morallyinept]

Sometimes, with all the negativity that can overshadow a fandom space, we lose sight of all the really positive, kind things that happen. So many people show kindness everyday, and I want to celebrate that.

So, I've created a place to keep all the lovely, kind things that I've been sent, so I don't lose them on my blog, but also to look at when I need a boost. 🥹

I'll also encourage you to make your own Kind Things masterlist for when you need to be reminded how wonderful you are! 🌷

Spread kindness and love! 🖤

Little thoughtful gifts that made me smile:

Pedro Positivity from @boliv-jenta

A Promise Of A New Adventure With Ezra For Jett - @kedsandtubesocks PPCU Friendship Exchange 2024

Dieter Bravo Gift from @survivingandenduring PPCU Friendship Exchange 2024

Pedro & Sunflower from @duchess-of-chaos

Asks that made me smile, laugh & feel all warm and fuzzy inside:

Flowers from @5oh5

Kindness & Dieter snuggles from @joelsgreenflannel

Laughing At My Fav Pedro Pic from @boliv-jenta

Thinking Of My Frankie from @covetyou

Picking My Own Favourite Fics from Anon

Character Database Thanks from @always-andromeda

Lucien Love from @boliv-jenta

Flowery Pedro from @duchess-of-chaos

Love Ask From @mrsmando

Flowers & Pedro from @yourcoolauntie

Dialogue List Thanks from @pr0ximamidnight

Pedro Fairy from @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Sunflower Pedro from @survivingandenduring

Adrift With You Ask from @undercoverpena

Bodies Series Appreciation from Anon

Happy Pedro Smiles from @survivingandenduring

Stuck With Dieter In An Elevator from @connectioneverywhere

Adrift With You Love from Anon

Appreciation from Anon

Inclusivity Praise from Anon

Gas Station Drive from @kedsandtubesocks

Anyone who is kind enough to make fanart or mood boards of my work has a special place in my heart:

Adrift With You Mood Board by @sawymredfox

A Cup Of Love Mood Board by @rulexofxnines

Frankie & Jude As Sims Characters by @fckyeapedrothots99

Adrift With You Clip by @survivingandenduring

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #kind things #spread kindness #moots you wanna smooch

[poems-to-read]

Elain deserves Lucien, he is a great male and I think he will be the best partner for her. not just because they both look alike, but because he has a good attitude, a more mature mindset and is a good lover.

she deserves that in a partner

🌷🍁🦊🔥☀️

#pro elucien #elucian #lucian vanserra #elain archeron #elain x lucien #pro lucien vanserra #pro elain archeron

[witchthewriter]

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🌼 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭🌻   𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞?🎁

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 (not taking requests)

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 🔮

➥ (requests are open) ➥ smut ✅ (18+ only) ➥ comissions

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩-𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

                                                 ⸻ ✶✺✮ ⸻

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Game of Thrones / Merlin ⇢🦋Merlin and Pod pining over you would include ⇢🦋Jaskier and Jesper pining over you would include ⇢🦋Ivar with a Targaryen s/o would include

𝐴 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 & 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 🌹

↳ “ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏʏ.”

⭑ Feyre Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and rhysand

⭑ Rhysand ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and feyre ⭑ Cassian ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and nesta ⭑ Azriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Mor ⇢ fancast

⭑ Amren ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her mate would include

⭑ Nesta Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and cassian ⭑ Elain Archeron ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lucien ⇢ fancast

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓🥕

↳ "ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ."

⭑ Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto ⇢ being the new employee at the shop would include

𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 🏴‍☠️

↳ “ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.”

⭑ John Silver ⇢ being a fearsome pirate and married to him would include

𝐵𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟🌷

↳ "ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ‘ɢʀʀ’ ɪɴ ɢɪʀʟ?“

⭑ Buffy Summers ⇢ dating would include  ⭑ Willow Rosenberg ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Angel ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Xander Harris ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Rupert Giles ⇢ being his s/o would include 

⭑ Spike ⇢ with a short s/o would include ⇢ with a british s/o would include ⇢ with a trans ftm s/o would include ⇢ smitten spike (imagine/drabble) ⇢ how he would win your love ⭑ Faith Lehane ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎  🍃

↳"ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being a fairy and the pevensie’s s/o, visiting them in the human world would include

⭑ High King Peter the Magnificent  ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Queen Susan the Gentle ⇢ being a fawn & dating her would include

⭑ King Edmund the Just ⇢ being his wife and part narnian would include

⭑ Queen Lucy the Valiant  ⇢ being her best friend would include  ⇢ being Lilliandil’s sister and lucy falling in love with you would include

⭑ Prince Caspian  ⇢ being married to him would include

⭑ Eustace ⇢ visiting narnia with him would include

⭑ Mr Tumnus  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝐷𝐶 ⚖️

↳"ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?”

⭑ Harley Quinn ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & ivy would include ⭑ Black Canary ⇢ being a vigilante & her s/o would include ⭑ Poison Ivy ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & harley would include ⇢ being a gotham city siren & dating Ivy would include ⭑ Selina Kyle/Catwoman ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Wonder Woman ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Aquaman ⇢ being a gotham city siren as well as his s/o would include

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 & 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ."

⭑ Visenya Targaryen ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a Velaryon and her s/o would include

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aegon Targaryen  ⇢ fancast

𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 ♔

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ.“

⭑ Daenarys Targaryen ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⭑ Sansa Stark ⇢ being her wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and margaery would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and dany would include ⇢ her falling in love with a serving girl would include

⭑ Robb Stark ⇢ being a secret lannister and his wife would include ⭑ Jon Snow ⇢ being his s/o would include ⭑ Sandor Clegane ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet ⭑ Podrick Payne ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Brienne of Tarth ⇢ being her chaotic s/o would include ⭑ Margaery Tyrell ⇢ being a baratheon and her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⇢ being Dany’s sister & in a secret relationship w/ Margaery would include ⇢ how she would comfort her s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Jaime Lannister ⇢ being a Targaryen and his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⚡️

↳"ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.”

🇲​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇺​🇩​🇪​🇷​ 🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ Smut with them includes ⇢ the marauders as dads would include

🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ the gryffindors as dads would include

⭑ Harry Potter ⇢ dating would include ⇢ your wedding 

⭑ Hermione Granger ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Ron Weasley ⇢ being his chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Fred Weasley ⇢ being muggle-born and his s/o would include

⭑ Neville Longbottom  ⇢ being married would include

⭑ Luna Lovegood  ⇢ having a transgender s/o would include

⭑ Draco Malfoy

⭑ James Potter ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and remus would include

⭑ Sirius Black ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Remus Lupin ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and james would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡 ※

↳“ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ!”

⭑ Kili ⇢ being a hobbit & his s/o would include

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 🐉

↳"ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴɢꜱ. ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ᴅɪᴅ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ reacting to a bad dream  ⇢ holidays with them would include ⇢ how they show their love

⭑ Rhaenyra Targaryen ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her, daemon & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and alicent would include

⭑ Daemon Targaryen ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being his s/o and bonding with caraxes would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, harwin & rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & aemond would include ⇢ with a chinese dragon seed s/o would include

⭑ Ser Harwin Strong ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him and rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, daemon & rhaenyra would include ⇢ first interaction ⇢ him falling in love with you would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen II ⇢ her falling in love with a younger woman would include

⭑ Alicent Hightower ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and rhaenyra would include

⭑ Aemond Targaryen ⇢ being a stark and married would include ⇢ with a dragon seed s/o who claimed cannibal would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include

⭑ Otto Hightower ⇢ nsfw headcanons ⇢ with an enfp wife would include

⭑ Jacaerys Velaryon ⇢ fancast ⇢ being the firstborn baratheon princess, a witch and his s/o would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠🥂

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅꜱ ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ!"

⭑ Katniss Everdeen ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟: 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 🗡

↳“ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ?”

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ being betrothed would include (pirate!reader)

𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ֍

↳ “ᴅᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴠᴀʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ.”

⭑ Aragorn  ⇢ with a chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Legolas ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being his pregnant wife would include

⭑ Arwen ⇢ being a witch under gandalf & her s/o would include

⭑ Boromir ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 / 𝑀𝐶𝑈 ☾

↳ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ.“

⭑ Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch ⇢ being Ultron! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being WandaVisions! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & nat would include ⭑ Natasha Romanoff ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & wanda would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & steve would include ⭑ Yelena Belova ⇢ being a witch & yelena’s s/o ⭑ Druig ⇢ being a witch and dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & bucky would include ⭑ Steven Grant / Mr Knight ⇢ steven helps reader while at work on her periods ⇢ how you & steven got together ⇢ dating the avator of Ra would include

⭑ Frank Castle ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Frost Giant Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Thor ⇢ dating endgame thor would include ⭑ Bucky Barnes ⇢ being his plus-sized s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & druig would include ⭑ Steve Rogers ⇢ with a plus-size s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & nat would include

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛  ♚

↳"ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏᴏɴ?"

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ how the knights show their love ⇢ how they court you ⇢ the knights as fathers ⇢  your first time together

⭑ Merlin ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a s/o who doesn’t have magic would include

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ falling in love with a kindhearted witch would include

⭑ Queen Guinevere ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and morgana would include

⭑ Morgana ⇢ being a princess who falls in love with her would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and gwen would include

⭑ Sir Percival ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

⭑ Sir Lancelot ⇢ being fae and his wife would include

⭑ Sir Gawaine ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being merlin’s best friend and having a crush on gwaine would include

⭑ Sir Leon ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Sir Elyan ⇢  a journey with him would include

𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✧

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.”

⭑ Thomas Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Alfie Solomons ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Arthur Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ John Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Ada Shelby ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝑃𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 ☠

↳"ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.“

⭑ Captain Jack Sparrow ⇢ him being fond of you would include

⭑ Elizabeth Swann ⇢ being her pirate s/o would include

⭑ Will Turner ⇢ being an immortal pirate & his s/o would include

𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 & 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 ✺

↳ "ꜰɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ.”

⭑ Kaz Brekker ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Inej Ghafa ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Alina Starkov ⇢ being her s/o would include (sfw)

⭑ Nina Zenik ⇢ being an inferni grisha & her best friend would include

⭑ Zoya Nazyalensky ⇢ protective headcanons ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & genya would include ⇢ with an INTP s/o would include

⭑ Matthias Helvar ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Genya Safin ⇢ being her gf would include ⇢ zoya’s younger sister being with genya would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & zoya would include ⭑ Nikolai Lantsov ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a pirate s/o would include

The Darkling ⇢ being a moon summoner and his s/o would include

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠 ⛺

↳ "ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ: ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ."

⭑ James Cook  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑦 🍀

↳"ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.“

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

・how they act when they have a crush on you

⭑ Jax Teller ⇢ being his old lady would include

⭑ Chibs Telford ⇢ being his old lady would include

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ☢

↳"ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.”

ᴍɪsᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs:

─ being the resident badass in hawkins ─ being a witch in the hawkins group ─ being the chessmaster with heart in hawkins ─ being the cranky grandparent in the hawkins group ─ being the wine aunt/uncle in the hawkins group ─ movie night with the gang

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being their short s/o would include

⭑ Eddie Munson ⇢ dating would include ⇢ modern dating headcanons ⇢ Vampire! Eddie headcanons  ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ s/o with arthiritist would include ⇢ drabble from his secret admirer ⇢ nsfw alphabet ⇢ having a platonic autistic relationship would include ⇢ with an ENFP s/o

⭑ Steve Harrington ⇢ babysitting w/ steve  ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a relationship like goose & carol ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include ⇢ your cat liking steve includes

⭑ Jim Hopper ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Joyce Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Jonathan Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Argyle ⇢ dating would include ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include

⭑ Nancy Wheeler ⇢ dating would include ⇢ lil date drabble ⭑ Robin Buckley ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Chrissy Cunningham ⇢ going on a date would include

𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♚

↳ “ɴᴏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ— ɪꜰ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ.”

⭑ Aelin Galathynius ⇢ fancast ⭑ Rowan Whitethorn ⇢ fancast

⭑ Dorian Havilliard ⇢ fancast

⭑ Manon Blackbeak ⇢ fancast ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Yrene Towers ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch and her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Chaol Westfall ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aedion Ashryver ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lysandra ⇢ fancast

⭑ Elide Lochan ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Lorcan Salvaterre  ⇢ fancast

⭑ Fenrys ⇢ fancast

⭑ Gavriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his mate and looking after him would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟🌳

↳“ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ… ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.”

⭑ Thomas ⇢ being with someone who has ADHD would include

⭑ Newt ⇢ jealous of his medjack gf would include

⭑ Minho ⇢ with a plus size s/o 

⭑ Gally ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a short s/o

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 ✺

↳“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴏᴡ.”

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ the cullen’s nicknames for you

⭑ Bella Swan ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being her witch s/o would include

⭑ Edward Cullen ⇢ with a witch s/o would include

⭑ Carlisle Cullen ⇢ nsfw headcanons  ⇢ with a shy s/o would include

⭑ Esme Cullen ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rosalie Hale ⇢ being her vampire mate would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Emmett Cullen ⇢ with a witch mate would include

⭑ Alice Cullen ⇢ being a human and dating would include ⇢ having a witch mate would include

⭑ Tanya Denali ⇢ being her vampire soulmate would include

⭑ Paul Lahote ⇢ nsfw headcanons

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝟷𝟶𝟶 ⚘

↳"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴛ.“

⭑ Bellamy Blake ⇢ being apart of the 100 and his s/o would include

⭑ Octavia Blake ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Raven Reyes ⇢ ’the raven & the wolf’ (imagine, wife reader)

⭑ Commander Lexa ⇢ being her wife would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑈𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 ⛱

↳ "ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ.”

⭑ Klaus ⇢ with a writer gf would include

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⚔️

↳ "ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ.”

⭑ Ragnar ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Bjorn ⇢ being with bjorn would include ⭑ Ivar ⇢ ivar with a chubby s/o

⭑ Ubbe ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 💀

↳"ʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀ.“

⭑ Daryl Dixon ⇢ dating would include ⇢ proposal imagine ⇢ with a plus size s/o would include

⭑ Rick Grimes ⇢ being coleader of the group and his s/o would include

⭑ Negan ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝐷𝑜 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 🥀

↳“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴꜱ."

⭑ Nadja ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Guillermo ⇢ being a werewolf and his s/o would include

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟  ✶

↳ "ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ."

⭑ Yennefer of Vengerberg ⇢  nsfw headcanons

⭑ Jaskier ⇢ falling in love with a princess would include ⇢ falling in love with triss merigold’s sister would include

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆

↳ "ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴢᴇꜱ. ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ."

⭑ Rip Wheeler ⇢ being his wife would include

#masterlist #navigation #dating would include #would include #a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses fancast #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer headcanons #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer would include #btvs #willow rosenberg #dating willow rosenberg would include #willow btvs #willow rosenberg headcanons #willow rosenberg x reader #marc spector #spike btvs #marvel #mcu #headcanons #imagines #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine

[daliasmay]

Elucien are both dog lovers! ?headcanon?

SJM said that Elain and Lucien would be happy in nature.

Who, if not dog lovers have to spend a lot of time outdoors? Often by choice!

JUST LOOK AT THEM! THESE ELUCIEN VIBES 🤌

I have a little headcanon that Lucien jokingly copies Nesta from time to time. He did call her a viper!

I think he's definitely going to make fun of her, Eris, Feyre and whoever else a lot, especially when they're alone with Elain.

I think he has a nasty sense of humour. Let's remember the first book, when he told Feyre to eat some berries😭😭

Elain!

Lucien!

Thank you for watching this post with my favourite childhood movie in which borders I tried to imagine my favourite book couple.

Have a nice spring day! Be happy and enjoy the sunshine and rising nature☀️🌷

#lucien vanserra #elucien #pro lucien vanserra #elain archeron #pro elucien #pro elain archeron #dasha: acotar thoughts #acotar au #sarah j maas #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[lyssasdrafts]

— ACOTAR MASTERLIST ! 🦇★

✫彡 headcanons/imagines 🎀

“sports players au” — bat boys

“watching them fall for someone else” — bat boys + lucien

“texting after a fight” — bat boys + vanserras

“in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman” — bat boys + lucien

“formula one smau” — cassian

ミ★🦇 fics

“back to december” — azriel x reader (angst, second chance romance)

“stupid in love” — lucien x reader (fluff)

“pretty boy” — azriel x reader (fluff)

“enchanted” — azriel x reader (autumn court!reader, strangers to lovers)

“we can’t be friends” — lucien x reader (angst, unrequited love)

series ミ★🌷

“afterglow” — azriel smau

#— navigation #acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra #bat boys x reader #cassian acosf #cassian x you #inner circle x reader #night court x reader

[princess-tulip-writes]

Hello! Can I request kissing/making out with Lucien? Thankyou 🥰

i am so sorry this is so late, this has been rotting in my inbox for so long.

sweet like candy - lucien vanserra

his lips were wet against yours, saliva slickened and swollen from the past hour they spent smooshed against your own, yet he couldn't find it in him to ever want to tear away.

your cheeks were warm from his hot touch and spit was forming at the corners of your mouth as you swirled your tongue around lucien's, pulling his face closer to yours by the back of his head. your fingers were laced loosely in his soft strands, yet you had full control of the male.

a small whimper left his throat and caught into your mouth when you rolled your hips over his, teasing the hard on pressed to your clothed core. he was too shy in this moment to ask you if he could sink inside of you, you could tell by the way his thighs tensed but the whimper gave him away even more. you pulled way ever so slightly, nipping at his bottom lip in the process.

lucien chased after your lips but was quickly shot down when you lightly shoved against his shoulder. respecting your wishes, he pulled back softly.

"wh-what it is?" he asked breathlessly.

you smiled softly at the flushed sound of his voice and pecked his lips in adoration. tucking a strand behind his ear, you nudged his nose with your own.

"wanna feel me, sweetie?" you asked sweetly.

for a moment, you could have swore that you felt his heart stop beating against your chest, but the small whimper that left his lips told you he was still breathing thankfully.

"please." he whined.

you smiled gently at him, sending strokes of love down the bond before reconnecting your lips to his lovingly. his hands moved from your face to you hips, his fingers lightly digging into the plush curves as his hips bucked into yours suddenly.

"wait a second, honey, i still wanna kiss you."

#lucien 🌷 #lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra fluff #lucien vanserra x reader #lucien fluff #lucien x reader #acotar x reader #acotar blurb #acotar fluff #acotar

[zenkindoflove]

20. Elucien. 🦊🌷

20...on a scar.

Her kiss was delicate. Like butterfly wings. Even his dead nerve endings could sense her tender touch. She planted another and another, working her way over each and every whip mark, ghosts of sacrifice and betrayal that lived on his skin forever.

As she moved across his back, the ends of her hair tickled him. He tried to relax, laying face down with his head resting on his folded arms, but the insatiable need to squirm took over. He came undone when her fingers grazed his ribs.

“Stop wiggling,” she demanded, the vibrations from her giggle rumbling down his spine.

“It’s hard when you touch me like that,” he answered, turning his head to the side. She had slid down his thighs, her face hovering over his lower back.

“You have so many,” her voice sounded far away.

“Twenty to be exact.”

He could feel her anger down the bond, pure and lethal. “I hate that so many have hurt you.”

He pushed up on his arms and turned his upper body to look at her. She straddled his thighs, her long hair hanging over her breasts as she sat up to look at him too.

He reached out to her, pulling her down so that he could hold her. He swept her into his arms, grabbing her hand in his as he laid his body against hers. Skin to skin was when he felt most content. Most at home. He dropped his forehead to press against her own, breathing in her scent of honey and jasmine. Elain rubbed their noses together and squeezed his hand.

“I have a feeling no one will hurt me again. Not with you protecting me.” They smiled at each other before Lucien kissed her, his hand bracing her back as he pulled her into a passionate embrace. Every part of them touched, from their heads down to their toes, as they wound their bodies together. It didn't take long for the tenderness to change into a different beast. Soon, Lucien felt a different sensation against his scars, Elain's sharp nails digging in as she gripped his back in ecstasy, needing something to hold onto.

Kiss prompts.

#elucien #elain x lucien #pro elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elucien fanfiction #kiss asks #ask games #i'm such a sucker for Elain kissing Lucien's scars

[afoliveira]

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra 🍁🌷🧡🌺

#acotar #elucien #lucien vanserra #elain and lucien

[teddyhoneybear]

A promise for the future

~Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra~

AO3

Words: 5,054

🌸@bettdraws 's post about Elucien doing pottery together inspired me to write this.

🌸I decided to make its own post instead of a reblog. (no words have been changed)

🌷🍃

Fed up with just sitting in the kitchen or in the garden, or taking care of her nephew, Elain decided to sign up for a pottery class, somewhere in Velaris near Feyre's studio. After all, it never bothered her to get her hands a little dirty, on the contrary, she hoped that this activity would ground her. And a little socializing never hurt.

But any hope that pottery would loosen her up was destroyed when their teacher appeared in class with sure but elegant moves.

That red hair, long, with a singular thin braid placed behind a pointed ear, decorated with gold earrings. A feminine trait in her human world, a thing from her past, one she would have found strange in a man, but now... it was the only thing Elain could think of when she saw him and she didn't know why it fascinated her so much. Why it enticed her. How she silently wished she could braid his hair herself, at least once in her long lifetime.

A white dress shirt covered his golden torso, a few buttons undone, a detail that didn't let her breathe. Some simple trousers, tied with a thick belt in the middle, which showed off his narrow waist, tucked into some high riding boots.

Elain didn't know what was worse. The see-through material, his exposed chest, or that she has never seen him dressed so casual. Free of all those layers of material that made him look like the son of a high lord. He seemed dishevelt, in comparison to what she knew him to be. And to her horror, she liked it. It made her... curious. And it also made him look so free. Open. Even vulnerable, she thought. In his own element.

Naturally, his eyes fell directly on her from the moment he entered the room. Mate. Touch her. Smell her. Taste her. His eyebrows rose at the sight and for a moment Lucien froze. Elain was here. In front of him. In all her splendor, with those big brown eyes that looked at him with unusual attention. Sitting on a chair, like everyone else, perhaps even smaller than the rest, and yet the sun's rays seemed to fall only on her. They seemed to caress her cheeks, as if any living or unliving thing in this world thought it was right to love her. To cherish her. To drown in her sweetness. Just like he wished he could. Maybe one day, he dared to hope.

Elain had gotten used to hearing his heartbeat, though it still felt strange. What she still hadn't gotten used to was that their hearts seemed to beat in unison every time they looked at each other. As if they were only one.

It was too intimate for her, extremely romantic in a way. And she knew that Lucien has always noticed the gorgeous shade of pink that stained her cheeks everytime it happened, though he didn't know the exact cause. What could possibly make his mate blush so beautifully?

Although time seemed to stay still, only Elain and Lucien stopped breathing as they looked at each other in shock. The others noticed too, looking at them curiously. Could they see the thread connecting them, or smell their bond? Elain's eyes widened, and her shoulders hunched inward, like a bud not yet ready to bloom. Not under the notice of these strangers.

Lucien frowned slightly, seeming to notice his mate's inner conflict, and with a clap of his hands and a clear of his voice, he managed to draw the attention of all the faes to him, breaking the moment between them, one of secrecy. He'd love to see his flower bloom, like no other, one so lovely that will surely steal everyone's breath. Only when she's ready, he thought.

"Good morning, everyone. I see quite a few of us have gathered today." He said with a winning smile. "Good." He added as he brought his palms together observing them all.

Gods, what a disaster she got herself into. Since when did Lucien give pottery lessons? Or rather, since when did he know how to potter? Elain pressed her lips together in a thin line, trying to hide her multiple thoughts. Such mistake. And so easy to avoid. She wanted to get out of the house so much that she didn't even bother to check the name of the teacher in this class.

She shook her head, cursing herself as Lucien started talking about what they were going to do today, something she wasn't even interested in anymore. All she wanted to do was get up and leave. But she was a stickler for discretion, so how could she cause such a scene? It would have been too obvious, too scandalous.

Affected or not by her presence, Lucien Vanserra showed no sign after that moment, continuing to talk about pottery techniques, having in front of him a piece of clay that he would mold, just like the rest.

She wasn't ready when Lucian started to roll up his sleeves, revealing muscular forearms, protruding veins that ran down to the back of his hands like snakes, ready to strike her poor heart. She gulped, rather loudly, an old female to her right giving her a worried look. She almost felt guilty for the wild thoughts trying to enter her mind. Trying. This wasn't like herself. No. It was that damned mating bond. Its fault she sometimes would think of Lucien in such a depraved way. So utterly graceless. She gripped the edges of the chair hard, so hard it started to creak, trying to restrain herself, at least to look away. And if the female to her right wasn't that worried, she sure was now, frowning at Elain's gesture. Yet, she gave her a sympathetic smile, noticing her trembling hands and putting two and two together, probably aware of her rather difficult situation. Was it that obvious? Elain smiled back apologetically.

She almost gasped when Lucien took a ball of clay and slapped it down on the table, slicing it in half with a wire clay cutting tool. He flipped the top half upside down and slapped it down hard onto the bottom half. Repeatedly. Now the old lady was blushing. This was not happening.

"We usually repeat this process as many times as it takes until the clay is smooth, consistent, and air bubble free." he said with astonishing certainty, as if he had been doing this his entire existence. Another slap. Elain flinched. The female in front of her shifted in her chair.

"Be sure to slap the clay down hard to prevent air from getting trapped between the two pieces." he added. Another slap. Elain inhaled sharply. She forgot how many times he slapped that unlucky clay. But his heavy breathing suggested the number was quite high.

He began pushing the ball forward and downward into the table, finding a steady rhythm, his arms flexing, muscles popping from under his golden skin. Elain could swear someone giggled. This was not how her day was supposed to go.

After some time, they all did the same, following his instructions. But all she could focus on was his chest rising and falling with each breath. He was almost grunting.

A drop of sweat tickled the back of her neck. Why was this stupid sun shining so bright and why only on her?

"This is a great opportunity to check the consistency of the clay. Run your finger across the surface. It should be smooth." he instructed as he slowly ran his hand over the even clay. So slow it looked like a caress. A female sighed.

"It should have an even color." he smiled while observing it, saying something about how dark stripes usually imply dryer areas of clay, but she wasn't sure. It was impossible to pay attention. Her eyes followed the movements of his lips, but his voice was muffled. Elain could only hear her own pulse ringing in her ears. She felt dizzy.

"It should have no holes caused by air bubbles. If it isn't perfect, keep wedging. This is the foundation for your beautiful ceramic pot." he finished talking, all of them having the clay stuck to the wheel. Lucien seemed so enthusiastic to teach the art of pottery to others, that Elain actually felt guilty. God, what was she doing?

"Now the fun begins! Get your hands wet and place them on the clay." He pressed the pedal, then dipped his beautiful hands in water and started shaping it. Elain couldn't help but notice how gentle his movements were, yet so precise, and wondered if Lucien was the same with a female. And from the reactions of the others in class, it was clear she wasn't the only one thinking of this.

She dared her eyes to wander around, noticing every female's attention on Lucien. One. Two. Three...

Females. Only females.

What in the...

Elain's heart had begun to pound and her head had begun to move in all directions, but there was no trace of male.

Was Lucien even aware of this? She was beginning to doubt that these females had come here to learn pottery. And something in her stirred. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for him. It was obvious how devoted he was to the subject, and no one in this class was giving him the proper attention. Not even her...

It saddened Elain. No. It infuriated her. How dare they? How dare they use the poor male in such sinful ways? It was outrageous.

Elain took a deep breath, shaking off any worries about today, about being in the same room with the male and even the rage that lingered in her, for what is just or not.

She had come here to unwind after all, and she wasn't so cowardly as to leave. So, like everyone else, she moistened her hands, turned on the pottery wheel and timidly, began to gently press the clay with her palms. The process immediately relaxed her, reminding her of the soft soil she always sank her hands into after planting flower seeds. It made her smile, her cheeks resembling two peony petals, and Lucien noticed. He had noticed how a few golden-brown curls covered her face as she leaned slightly over the pottery wheel with a slight frown or how she bit her lower lip in concentration. And that powder pink dress didn't help his case. The gold embroidery seemed to sparkle in the light, making her stand out even more. A fawn basking in the heat of the sun. A bud reaching for light, thriving in it. She was remarkable. Lucien sighed, that ache in his chest coming back. Their bond was peeking shyly, curiously, as if to see what is going on between them.

This morning has been strange anyway, Lucien sensing unusual moods from her down the bond. And so many of them. All at once. He checked her at times, only to find her sitting still in her chair, white as snow. Different from others. He too was surprised to see her, after all, but was she not enjoying the class? Was his presence so troublesome for her? He didn't dare think, as it made him sick to his core.

He chose to continue what he had to do, going to every fae, advising with their piece of clay, sometimes even engaging, shaping and molding, smiling and even cracking some light jokes with each and everyone of them.

Stalling. He was stalling. He tried to leave the hardest part for the end. His mate. Every beat of his heart was singing in an increasingly alert rhythm, and he knew damn well that the unbloomed flower in the back of the class could tell. Because she looked at him. Just for a fraction of a second. In his eyes.

He had noticed her doe eyes lingering on every part of him today, like every other female. But only hers made him want to soar. Only her attention made his heart flutter. But she vehemently avoided his gaze. Flinching every time they made eye contact. As if they burned her.

His smile was infectious and so charismatic. He seemed to integrate so easily among the faes. But she wasn't going to focus on that, nor on his beating heart, but on her mug. Or the poor attempt of it. She kept dipping her hands in water, and then gently pressing the edges of the mug, trying to round it, to smooth it. But there was only the old female between Lucien and Elain, and she knew she had no more time to perfect the mug. Neither the handle that wouldn't stick. A disaster. This was a disaster.

Anxiety ate at her, shyness coursing through her body, wondering what Lucien would think of her work. Of her.

In her garden she felt confident, sure of herself, able to name every flower or how to plant and grow it, and even when, in what soil or weather it would thrive. But here... Elain gulped and closed her eyes. Then she startled.

Cinnamon sticks. Crisp apples. Cedarwood and roasted chestnuts.

She didn't intend to do it, but she dug her nails into the soft clay, his presence making her squirm, making her knees weak. She thanked the Gods that she was sitting down.

Then she opened her eyes and gasped, her mug violated. Defiled. No. No. No.

"Don't worry, Lady. There is still time if you want to do another one." the red head male to her right said softly, his voice a soothing whisper. She didn't dare look at him, her eyes fixed on what was supposed to be the mug she wished she could drink her tea from every morning.

"Maybe I should keep it this way. It has the shape of my grip, after all." Elain mused, straightening her shoulders. Although she deflected from the little incident she had caused, Lucien's gesture did not go unnoticed. How he didn't judge what happened, staying diplomatic and finding ways to help. A true gentlemen, some would say.

Lucien chuckled and moved closer to her, his scent invading her nostrils. Autumn forest. Campfires. Apple pie. "Oh, I didn't mean its shape, lady. Your dainty hands made it prettier anyway. But it's the tiny holes I'm worried about." he said slowly, pointing with his long finger at the small dents in the clay and she noticed the grin in his voice, without having to look at him.

Elain immediately looked at the mug and the small holes punched by her fingernails. Her face drained of colour. Oh, damn him. Damn him for giving her a compliment and a low blow in the same sentence. Damn him for making her blush for the millionth time today.

"I didn't intend to drink from it anyway. Only use it for decoration." she said nonchalantly, waving a hand in the air, while keeping her head high.

Lucien could sense she was all but unbothered but kept it to himself, pursing his lips to hide his amusement. How sweet her mate was, even more so because she was flustered.

"Was it not supposed to be a mug?" he insisted, making Elain flare her nostrils in annoyance. "Or you intend to water the plants with it? It could work as a watering can." he suggested, leaning over her, pretending to get a better look at the mug. She huffed a laugh in response, but he ignored her, his eyes wandering over the handle that was not yet glued and Elain already knew what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Oh, it was definitely supposed to be-"

"Before you can say anything, I changed my mind. It will be a flour sifter." she cut him short, crossing her arms over her chest with a smug smile. A gentleman? Far from it. He was a piece of-

"There's no shame in admitting you've failed, Elain. Don't be afraid of it." he whispered in her ear, his warm breath warming the side of her neck. She drew in a deep breath, without releasing it. He had never been so close to her. He had never said her name. And God, how her name on his lips made her feel. So personal. So indecent. No formalities anymore? she asked herself.

Still behind her, he slowly gripped the edges of the work table, caging her in. Enveloping her in his scent. Suddenly, she was craving apple pie.

"Failure is a raw material of succes. And to compare your work to everyone else's, your mug would have been the best if you hadn't dug your nails into it." he said the last part with a breathy laugh. If anything else, Elaine felt more scolded than complimented, but his confession still surprised her. She quickly turned over her shoulder to face him, a retort readied on her lips. But before she could open her mouth, russet and gold met her eyes, paired with a proud smile. "I have never seen anyone molding clay so easily right from the first lesson. You're a natural, lady."

A soft strand of red hair touched her cheek. It tickled. She couldn't help the timid smile that formed on her lips. And Lucien couldn't help but look at them. So easy to touch. And taste.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Their hearts beat in sync. None of them looked at each other this close before.

Lucien was so astonished he didn't know where to look first, his eyes darting frantically to every part of her small face, afraid he'll never get this chance ever again. And Elain took in his sharp and elegant features and could look at nothing but his scar, a sign of courage and strength, and that golden eye that made strange noises. What did it see? How did it see her?

The moment didn't last long, Lucien seeming to wake up from his trance, rather displeased with her gaze fixed on his false eye. His blinked, only now aware of their proximity, and he stepped back, just a little, looking at the mug. "Well, it's not perfect, but with the proper guidance you could become an expert in no time." he winked at her and she scoffed, almost rolling her eyes. Oh, Lucien would give a lot of money to see this Archeron sister in particular doing that. In other circumstances. More personal. Much more personal.

But her face fell. "To be honest, I was going to drink my tea out of it." her words had a hint of disappointment in them.

The tone of her voice saddened him, and Lucien frowned a little. His mate. He wanted her to be happy. Always.

So he took her small hands in his, still covered in dried clay, rubbing his thumbs over her skin. Tenderly. Carefully. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but to soothe her. "There is still time." his warm voice was a caress to her ears. So kind, that goodness flowed from it.

Elain nodded, seeming to relax under his careful touch, watching him prepare the clay for her, ready to guide her on how to shape it better this time.

"We have to be generous with the water. We don't want our hands to stick to it, do we?" he smiled again and dipped his hands in the water, Elain doing the same. It felt like he was almost hugging her, his arms on either side of her body, his chin almost resting on top of her head. And to her surprise, it felt good. Pleasant. Calming. Safe.

She ignored the little devil on the string that connected them, peeking again, eager for more.

"May I?" he dared to ask, a serious look on his face, one of pure concentration. And Elain let him. Let Lucien guide her hands over the soft clay, his palms twice the size of hers. He seemed so strong. So manly. And he definetly was. He fought in a war after all. But Elain never dared look at him that way. Not until today.

She now had a better view of his bare forearms, the prominent veins and tendons dancing beneath his golden skin, mesmerizing her. Hypnotising her.

Other females seemed to be watching and something in her had awakened. Triumph. A smug smile appeared on her face. Since when did she become so possessive, especially over something like this?

🍃

The back of her hands were soft as he held them, guiding them. So velvety. So delicate and small. Lucien felt so tormented to have her so close. He was afraid that at the end of class he wouldn't be able to let her go. Gods, how he wanted to pull her closer to his chest, to squeeze her tight, to love her dearly.

He tried to ignore her scent. Jasmine and honey. Such a concentrated perfume now that he was so close to her. Intoxicating.

He even dared to fully rest his chin on her head, tilting his head forward to get a better look at the pottery wheel. His lips lightly touched her hair and he smiled involuntarily. How he wanted to kiss her.

"Now using the fingers of your right hand pull the clay open into a bowl." the reverberation of his voice made her shudder. They pressed their thumbs into the clay together, making a hole in it. "Now... for the floor of the pot." he whispered, as if even a sound could spoil the final result. With the pottery wheel spinning slowly, he pressed her hands down on the floor of the pot using a sponge. "Gently..." his deep voice was a mere murmur behind her.

And then with careful movemets, they made the pot taller, a mix of limbs, wet skin sliding, fingers intertwined. He made a "C" shape with his left hand. Then his fingers were inside the pot, thumb on the outside. He drizzled some water over the rim using the same sponge. "Starting at the bottom of the wall, squeeze your thumb and fingers gently together through the clay." he tutored her, but she was far gone. Elain was somewhere else entirely when she squeezed the bulge of clay, and her mind had the audacity to wander, the wheels spinning in her head.

And then she realized with pure dread that the clay's color was close to Lucien's skin tone. Too close. The shape didn't help. Oh, no. It didn't help at all.

She felt sick and didn't know if she was breathing at the realisation. She wasn't sure of the steps he was talking about or what they meant, even if they seemed important.

"Good. For the thinning... " he continued with the next step. "We'll use both hands now." A blur. His words were distant and all she could see were her hands sliding up or down under his supervision, doing all kinds of techniques whose names she had already forgotten.

He told her to very slowly bring her hands up the side of the pot, to press gently into the wall. Then something about leaving the rim a bit thicker to add support to the walls. But all she could think about was apples and cinnamon. Fire crackling. Heat.

Her skin was so hot, her face so red. Her dress felt too tight around her chest.

Gods, doing this together with him... It felt so sensual, so erotic. And if they were somewhere else now, you could even say she was doing something else. To him. For him.

"Be sure to keep the walls wet inside and out."

Pause. She blinked. Wait, what?

Silence. Even the birds stopped chirping. That might have been the last straw for poor Elain.

Goosebumps formed on her skin. And he seemed to have noticed because he stopped. Just for a moment.

His heart began to beat faster. But who cared? Hers was beating so hard that her pulse has become a continuous ringing. She pressed her knees together, afraid something would unleash inside her.

Lucien exhaled loudly. "If you need a break, lady..." he had started to say, worried or flustered, she couldn't tell.

Elain shook her head rather aggressively. Too close. He was too close. "It's just that pottery requires a lot of concentration and it's rather hot in here. That's all." she said dismissively, going back to work.

Oh, it was hot, Lucien thought. But not the temperature, but the subtle change in her scent. Vanilla. Something homely. Welcoming. Still honey, but sweeter. So sweet he could almost taste it on his tongue. Rich and inviting. Mouth-watering.

He had realised now why his blossom was so pale at the beginning of class. Not afraid of him, but of herself around him.

It made him smirk and raise his eyebrow. His pants were begining to feel tighter than usual.

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Elain lost track of time, going back to shaping her mug, while breathing slowly.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Never in her life did she think pottery involved so much touching or wetting the skin.

Inhale. Slowly. Keep it there. One. Two. Three.

Good. Now exhale.

Elain frowned. Something smelled different. Him. Oh-

It smelled like boiling apples. Like someone set some cinnamon sticks on fire.

Dahlias. Oh! Pansies. She loved pansies. Dried leaves?

"Lady?"

Walnuts. Quinces. Nutmeg and even ginger.

She leaned back, closing her eyes and humming. She was definitely going to bake an apple pie when she got home.

"Uhm... Lady?"

A slice of warm apple pie after such a long day would be perfect. With its flaky, buttery crust; tart-sweet apples, and wonderful cinnamon-y aroma.

Her appetite for him, the starvation... It was torture.

She licked her dried lips. Why was she so thirsty?

"Elain." Lucien's stern voice woke her. She jolted. Then looked up, warily, his eyes glancing at her inquisitively.

"You can stop the wheel." he sneered, glancing at her foot pressed on the pedal.

Elain pulled her leg back so quickly she fell backwards into Lucien's arms, a sound escaping his chest on impact. His arms wrapped around her immediately, steadying her.

Her blood ran cold.

She just got drunk in his scent.

Like an addict.

Elain was so bewildered, she didn't notice his hands resting on her waist. Hands that encircled her almost completely.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me." she mumbled confused and shamefaced. Lucien could barely hear her voice.

But he smelled so deliciously and she didn't know why. What was with this change in his smell? So divine. It was impossible for her not to relax in his embrace, to let herself be carried away. And she was tired. So tired of avoiding him, of running away from that devilish bond. Of fighting back all the time.

"There is no reason to apologise, petal. Especially for this." his full lips touched her earlobe, and his hot breath sent shivers down her spine. His only braid tickled her cheek and she wished she could touch it. It was so soft. So silky.

He was aware of her inner torment and he knew so well what it felt like for her. The longing, the pain, that indescribable need. Almost feral. Wild.

Their bond purred in response, almost victorious at their closeness.

It terrified her how much she needed him. He was well aware now.

"We only have to cut the mug from the wheel, and add the handle." he said, trying to distract her from the distress caused by the mating bond. Or maybe he was trying to distract himself from it, from their arousal combined. Oh, how he craved her like air.

“I'll let it dry and give it to you when it's ready. You can even paint it if you want." he let her go, walking to the other side of the pottery wheel to finish her mug.

Now that he was sitting in front of her, Elain could only sit back in silence and watch him work. She hadn't even realized when it was just the two of them in the room. And she wasn't going to ask, even though she felt guilty that he was staying past schedule for her.

He always did that, it seemed. Putting her first.

She sighed, regret filling her whole. She wasn't that indifferent and noticed how he often looked at her. Not with hunger, but yearning. Longing. It sometimes made him look like he was mourning. Grieving over their abandoned bond.

Lucien noticed her starring and only said "It's almost ready." with a faint voice, attaching the beautifully crafted handle. It was the shape of a leaf. Simple, yet meaningful. To her.

Elain kept fidgeting, rubbing off dry clay from her hands. How pitiful, she thought, that he might think she wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. How unfortunate. Because at first she was, but now... Something inside Elain urged her to stay. It was almost begging her. Pleading.

She broke the silence.

"I really wish I could make a sprinkler next time." she said shyly, giving him the warmest, sweetest smile she had. He deserved at least that from her. "I can never find one with a comfortable handle." her soft chuckle filled the room and birds sang with her. For her.

Everytime Elain dared to smile, nature seemed to purr, thriving in her joy. And sun was warming her rosy cheeks again. Even the flowers in the pots seemed attracted to her, elongating their stem towards her. Wishing to bloom even more.

Lucien only gaped at her, eyes wide with wonder. Next time. She just tried to make conversation. With him. And just like that, that ache in his chest diminished. She will come again.

His eyes softened at the sight of her. A bud ready to bloom. Maybe not today, not even tomorrow. But her small gesture was a promise for the future. For something more. Lucien allowed himself to hope. He'll give himself that luxury.

"Ah, maybe the holes in the first mug really were intentional." he teased, revealing his sharp teeth and that ravishing smile.

Elain only giggled at first, then her eyes peered at her ruined mug and they both burst out laughing.

Yes, perhaps he might dare to hope.

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Mini Fics

A Pinch of Sugar

Elain is enjoying a blissfully quiet day of making jam at the townhouse in Velaris when an unexpected visitor drops by: Lucien, who hasn't been to Velaris is months. Elain's curiosity and the freedom of being alone for the first time in ages prompts her to try to learn more about the male who is her mate.

Dresses for Elain Series

🌷 ~ Dresses

🪷 ~ Spring Court Dresses

🍂 ~ Autumn Court Dresses

🌻 ~ Day Court Dresses

🌸 ~ Garden Party Dresses

🦋 ~ Style Aesthetic

🥀 ~ Headpieces

Headcanons

Elucien Fluff

Elain Archeron Edits

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Elain Archeron in pink

Elain Archeron in purple

Moodboards

▪︎ Masquerade Ball

▪︎ Nature ~ the Fox and the Fawn

▪︎ Mates

▪︎ Love of Spring

▪︎ Modern Elucien

▪︎ Sunshine is home

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