#lucien castle fluff

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Reader has feelings for Elijah he doesn't feel the same way, she ends up moving on and Elijah realizes he felt the same way too it just didn't click until he saw her with someone else. Reader ends up liking Lucien and they flirt all the time and it makes Elijah sick seeing it. *Reader is a witch

note: I hope you don't mind, i kind of made it so like the reader and lucien are dating. that was the only change, sorry if you dont like it. <3

You don't like me, period | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader (mainly) Lucien Castle x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings / other notes ↪ cigarette smoking (i hope you're ok with that?) ↪ bourbon

2 years ago

"elijah..." my words quiet, almost as if my throat had been dialled down to the quietest setting, the older mikaelson brother turning "say anything, something?" my confusion was obvious.

Elijah wasn't a selfless person, so imagine my lack of surprise when I admit my feelings to him only to stare at me with nothing but the smallest disappointed expression.

"i'm afraid I can't just say something I simply don't feel." elijah finally spoke, his words bitter and cold but sharp like a knife slowly carving the words onto my body as a memory of forever alone, a memory of rejection.

Smacking my lips and nodding accepting my humiliating fate I jog up stairs to my room. Tears rolling down my cheek frantically trying to find a suitcase.

2 days before the present

"Please Lucien dear, I refuse to go back to New Orleans." my whiny tone obviously ringing in my boyfriends ear "Look, you know I love you, y/n. But I wouldn't make us go back to New Orleans if it wasn't for a good cause." Lucien responds annoyed.

"the reason being?" I question him sitting down on our bed as he zips up our bags. "To overthrow my sire of course" Lucien responds followed by an evil and maniacal grin.

I laugh to myself, having known that Lucien's sire had no chance of being overthrown. The highness of hybrids or the evil of the vampires.

"sure, whatever. I'd like to see you overthrow Klaus." I mumble sitting up from the bed, walking over to my closet to pick out any last minute clothing items I had left behind.

"you say that as if you know my plan dear." Lucien snickers "you say that as if I do not know Niklaus Mikaelson." I chuckle to him. Lucien kisses my cheek "well when you see my plan, you'll thank me, in the bed." Lucien jokingly states and I laugh "you're horrid." smacking his chest gently as he walks past "I sure am."

the present

"Klaus Mikaelson. My Sire." Lucien bursts through the dark cold entrance to the place I once called home "Lucien Castle, what a surprise." the former love of my life says in his cold, ill-mannered tone. I walk out from behind Lucien and I see the change in Elijah's facial expressions.

Trying to get used to the fact I was on the opposing side of the Mikaelsons was odd, I hadn't fought against them in years. That's what made me their ally, I was one of the few people they kept alive because I was worth more than my power.

"Y/n" he says "Elijah Mikaelson." I nod to him wrapping my arms around Lucien's as he comforts me "how... unexpected." Elijah says giving me a confused yet distasteful look, trying to decipher the last time I talked highly of my latest partner.

Lucien nods, grinning "Where is my sire?" Lucien asks the older brother "He seems to be preoccupied, please feel free to leave a message." the familiar tone of ignorance echoing loudly in the quiet room.

"Well we can wait, can't we love?" Lucien looks down to me "we have... all the time in the world." I smile back to my boyfriend, looking over to Elijah and letting go of Lucien, walking over to the steps "I remember these were once stained with blood, no?" I question Elijah who sighs.

"They very much were, until we refurnished the house." Elijah mumbles "I assume booze aren't too much to ask for?" I turn to him, his jaw drops because he is unable to tell me to get it himself, shaking his head he walks away towards the kitchen.

The house seeming more spacious than before, the feeling of all four walls closing in on me no longer there. Reaching the top of the stairs "how high and mighty do I look love?" I ask Lucien who looks at me in awe, admiring me from my head to my toes "goddess, high and mighty like a goddess my queen." he says taken back.

Elijah returns with two glasses handing one to Lucien as I make my way down the stairs to collect my glass "this house is bigger than I remember." I smack my lips before placing them on the clean, bourbon filled glass.

"It does seem like that." Elijah nods agreeing with me "When I left it felt so small, closed in. No matter, I like living in southern France, a lot of space there." I giggle looking back to Lucien insinuating something dirty as he immediately picks up.

"Now now Lucy, don't laugh at something you never understood." Elijah says in an insanely calm manner although he clearly was implying something else "Well, Elijah. If you couldn't tell, Lucien is more of a man than you are and he does understand it, more than you ever can." I roll my eyes.

Moments pass before a blood covered hybrid bursts through the gates, wiping his bottom lip with his finger before licking the leftovers off leaving his finger completely clean.

"Ah Lucien, Y/n." Klaus says shocked "What are you two doing here?" he asks, the smell of blood and booze radiating off him like he was a Molotov cocktail with fire emanating from its core, "We came to say hello to the better Mikaelson while we were in town." I smile wrapping an arm once more around Luciens.

"And of course to check up on my sire." Lucien says and I nod agreeing with him "how did dear old y/n manage to find you before I did." Klaus says welcoming him with open arms.

"well it was hard to miss her beautiful face." Lucien laughs as I let go of him and he walks towards Klaus, hugging him tightly "good times." he chuckles.

Klaus guides us upstairs, Elijah following closely behind me as we walk into the meeting room also know as the room with all the couches.

Lucien and I sit "I assume Elijah welcomed you both." Klaus says "it was a welcoming." clearing my throat, crossing one leg over the other as Elijah stares at me intimately "Elijah" Klaus says in his sarcastic tone causing me to giggle slightly since i had not been in their atmosphere for 2 long yet amazing years.

"My apologies, would you like a redo?" he asks Lucien still keeping his eyes on me "No, it's fine. I'm sure y/n just expected more because they know you." he laughs drunkenly despite barely even drinking a full glass of alcohol.

"Well I'm sure you'll do better tomorrow, when we return with a bunch of gifts for dear old Niklaus." I turn my head from Elijah to Klaus with a big grin on my face.

Elijah looks at me in complete and utter disgust as I eye Lucien like a tart, in all honesty I couldn't care less about where Elijah's eyes were placed even if it were on my most promiscuous parts. My eyes would remain on Lucien.

Lucien's villainous grin as he concocted an evil plan, although I knew that his plan was just as rubbish as his brain... his looks made up for it I suppose, his personality was the big part.

After a while Klaus and Lucien became closer than close friends and started talking about old times as Elijah and I just stand there.

Standing up from the couch I reach into my back pocket pull out a cigarette "excuse me." I mumble walking past the men and outside to the courtyard.

Lighting my cig, inhaling it to feel absolutely nothing. Minutes pass of standing in the courtyard alone, covered in my own cancerous smoke "old habits never die, or so the young people of today say." I hear a voice say from the overhanging balcony.

"yes well seeing you certainly stresses me out." waving the smoke out of my face as I look up to see Elijah standing over me with no hint of emotion in his face "last time I checked you had the ability to shed tears." I point my cig at him and he nods.

"Well last time I had a tough choice to make." "Tough choice to make" I laugh to myself rubbing my tongue along the inside of my cheek "so telling me how you truly felt was a tough choice." rolling my eyes turning away from him as he vamps in front of me.

"we had no chance." he says stopping me, i place the cig to my lips inhaling it slowly before blowing the smoke in his face. Elijah doesn't flinch "I know why you finally have something to say, Elijah." crossing my arms over.

I had thought it over, why he never told me about his feelings or even told me about anything going on about his life. Yet every single time I never got an answer, even if I had thought about it for months but now its more apparent than ever.

"you're actually jealous." the disbelief in my voice more apparent than the smoke in the room "I am not Jealous." he scoffs as I walk past him "you see me with Lucien and you finally realise that he has someone that you once could of had." laughing and I storm out of the Mikaelson home.

Tossing my cig on the floor and stamping on it, Elijah grabs my arm dragging me back inside. "you aren't leaving." he says through his gritted teeth in an obviously annoyed tone "I don't remember saying you could touch me, Elijah." pulling my arm out of his grasp and he nods accepting that I was no longer wrapped around his finger.

"I don't like you with him." he says as I turn my back to him making my way up the stairs as he vamps in front of me once more, this time closer than before, his lips only inches away and I can't help but remember why I felt a certain way about him.

"You don't like me, period." I correct him. "I-" his mouth open but nothing comes out besides a slight noise, astonished by my fact he stares at me. A slight smirk appearing on his face "motus" pushing him back and walking past him and back into the room that Lucien and Klaus had been occupying.

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[robinette-green]

Robin's Fantasy AU DCA Romance Fics

These are fics I’ve started that take place in fantasy settings! Pirates, Castles, fairies, princesses and knights galore!

Black Sea Glass: (tag)

Trying to escape from a group of mercenaries hunting you down to catch you and collect the bounty on your head, you stow away on what you think to be a merchant ship. Unfortunately for you, you end up on a ship flying under the king’s flag. The two captains decide that you can work on the crew while aboard. Over time you find yourself falling in love with the Captains. This is bad news for you. You have so many secrets to hide and the two captains despise lies. If they find out who you really are will they leave you? Would they turn you in?

The Queen and Her Knights:

Banished from her home, MC uses her immense magical abilities to heal a barren land, making it a safe haven for lost souls. The people of these lands name her queen, and all is right with the world until the kingdom that banished the MC decides they want the now flourishing lands for themselves. Lying about why they are going to war, the king claims that the evil witch is keeping the people in these lands as slaves and sends out a massive army. Desperate to find a way to buy herself more time, and in a panic, MC kidnaps the two knight commanders, and shenanigans ensue. Sun and Moon are humans Sun is Solaris Starr And Moon is Lucien Altalune

Jesters and Dragons: (tag)

The main character is the 4th princess of a large kingdom. Her younger brother, the golden child, is gifted two magical construct jesters modeled after the sun and moon on his 14th birthday. While wishing that they had been gifted to her instead, the main character ends up running into the jesters at every turn, turning her into a blushing stuttering mess as they flirt shamelessly with her. Fluffy fluff fluff fluff. With a smidge of angst.

Monster in the Sea:

Sun and Moon are human and go by Solaris and Lucien. The MC is a water dragon. Water dragon reader finds Sun and Moon lost at sea during a storm

Two Hunters and a Bloodsucker:

(tag)

My life is good for what it is. Except that I’m dead. Well, undead. I’ve been undead for about 15 years now, and I haven’t aged a day. Being a vampire hiding among humans can be difficult at times, mainly dealing with sunlight and avoiding mirrors, but I manage. I’ve been living and working in this little town as the town blacksmith for about 7 years now, and I’ve become a full-fledged member of the little community here. I thought I had been doing a good job hiding my presence among the humans, but one day two of the most well-known vampire hunters came into town. If they find out what I am, they will kill me, but both of them have become intent on becoming my friends and maybe more. How can I keep myself from being discovered when two hunters are trying to romance me?

Dreaming of Dancing Clocks:

Waking up in a ballroom filled with elegant dancers, you can't remember how you got there. Something if off about the others here but you can't put your finger on it.

Angel (LateNight DayDreams):

I’ve been avoiding going to the circus for years but when a curtain circus rolls into town, I can’t stop myself from going to see the show… to see him again. A Human Moon romance

Say Don't Go (LateNight DayDreams):

a human Sun and Reader romance A rich MC with her secret lover Solaris.

Some of these won't be finished and some are OLD writing of mine. you have been warned. Please don't let that stop you from reading these and enjoying them <3

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dca fandom #sun and moon x reader #fnaf sun and moon #dca fanfic #glitter rock Writing #black sea glass au #two hunters and a bloodsucker #jesters and dragons

[alina-dixon]

A Fable

Pairing: Morpheus x Male reader

Warnings: violence, blood, captivity, fluff.

Requested: Yes / No

Part 1

A/N: The reader is the Hero from Fable 2! I really love the game Fable 2! So I thought why not? Have fun reading!☺️❤️

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It's a cold winter day in Bowerstone, you and your Sister Rose are standing at a fireplace. You and Rose are homeless. You are only nine years old and your sister is fifteen. You were just trying to get warm, when suddenly something fell on your head and when you touched it you immediately knew it was bird poop! Your eyes went wide and tried to get rid of it while making a disgusted sound.

Rose looked weirdly at you while having her arms around her body to stay warm. “What was that? Oh! Yuck.” she said while taking a step back. When you stopped she put her arms back around her and so do you with yourself. “Well… That’s lucky. Like finding a four-leave clover. Although I think I'd prefer the clover.” her voice sounded a little awkward when saying that.

Then she looked at the castle amazed that stood in the center of Brightwood. “Look. little Sparrow…Castle Fairfax looks so nice in the snow. Imagine the grand dining hall. I bet Lord Lucien’s having roasted duck at this time of the year.” She ranted while you just kept quiet while putting your hands over the fireplace and listened to her ranting.

She put her hands on her hips. “But he must be really lonely since his wife and his little girl died. In that big castle, all by himself… If only we could live there.” She looked at the castle with a sad expression.

Suddenly there was the sound of loud cheering heard from behind the houses. “What is going on over there? Come with me, little brother.” she said while running in the direction of where the sound came from. So before you could say anything you followed her, but you were a little behind.

When you turned into the alleyway and went farther down you saw a man talking to your Sister, You saw him talking to her a few times back then. “Hello there, young Rose. You look hungry. Have you reconsidered my offer?” he said oddly nice but also very weird. You of course do know what he's talking about.

You approached them slowly. Rose had a disgusted and angry look on her face. “We’ll never be that hungry. The answer is NO!” That angered the guy. “You’ll be back. And I'll be waiting for Ya.” he said with an angered tone, then walked away.

Rose sighed and looked at you. “Come on, little Sparrow. Let's see what's going on.” she said as we both ran again to where the sound came from. Rose sighed again. “That filthy creep… I hate him.” she spat.

You finally arrived only to see a crowd around a taider. “Oh… It's just a trader. I can't see anything through the crowd.” She was clearly disappointed.

“A-ladies and a-gentlemen… I have traveled the land accumulating wondrous and mysterious objects! Which I now offer to you for the modest price of five gold coins!” he said proudly.

“Consider this. This is truly a magical mirror. For as long as you look into it, it will make you beautiful!” he said lowly. “I'll take it!” a random guy screamed from the crowd. “Very wise! Now just remember: the magic only works if you look at it in complete darkness.” He had a smug look on his face.

The trader turned to something that looked like a music box, but it was completely made of metal. “Ah, now this is truly a marvel.” he said smiling at it. “This small, unassuming box is actually a device created by the ancients. As was used by the old rulers of the kingdom themselves! Turn the handle three times, and you shall be granted a single wish!”

Rose looked unamused at this and scoffed. “There’s no such thing as magic!” she said and she thought that nobody heard it because they were busy watching the trader, but hooded women turned towards us. When you saw her eyes, you noticed that she was probably blind.

“We live in grim times indeed, if the young doesn't believe in magic anymore. Most children your age believe eagerly.” she said in a calming voice. Rose looked at her weirdly but you thought that she was right, only because you believed in it yourself. “Look, I can see your eyes are bad, but I'm telling you, that magic box is rubbish.” while she said that the crowd beside us was getting smaller and smaller until everyone was gone.

“That's what the seller thinks. He has no idea what he stumbled upon. But you have an inkling, have you? Some part of you wants to believe it's magic.” Her voice still calm as before, she turned around already walking away from us.

Rose looked looked at he women surprised. “What? You… you really think it could be?” she asked hesitantly. The woman stopped but only turned her head to the side. “For five gold coins, you could have your own answer.” Rose looks dumbfounded at her answer. “For five gold coins, we could eat for a weak.” Rose frowned.

The women started walking away. “Listen to me, Rose. At the end of the week you and Y/N would be no closer to your dream- no closer to the inside of that beautiful castle.” she started. ‘She, is right actually…’ is all what you thought to yourself.

Rose turned to face you frowning slightly. “What if it is real? I bet we could get five gold coins… and maybe this could be a way out of here, after all. What is there to lose, little sparrow?” she sounded confident. I smiled at her. “Probably nothing!” Rose laughed then nodded. “All right! Come on, there must be someone around here who will pay us to… do something.” with that we went around town to earn some money.

After about half an hour we finally had our five coins to buy the music box! Rose and I went back to the trader. The Trader Murgo looked at you smiling. “Hello children.” he said happily. Rose and I smiled back at him. “Hello, we’ve come to buy the music box.” she started still smiling.

I walked towards the man held my hand in front of him showing him the five coins. “Very wise, little ones! Go ahead and turn the handle- but mind you go somewhere quiet, like.” he smiled at the both of you. “Okay thank you! Bye mister!” you waved at him. “Let's go make our wish, little Sparrow!” she said excitedly, as you both started walking back to your little stay.

You put the music box onto a box wooden box that was around half of your height. “Alright turn the handle!” Rose was a nervous as you started to turn the handle. “I wish… I wish…” After she said her wish the box opened and started glowing in a bright golden color. A beautiful sound was playing but then the music box started rotating and the music got faster, the golden color was turning red and then all of a sudden, the music box lighted up in a bright golden color and disappeared right in front of our eyes!

You and Rose we're shocked. “But… where did it go? Why are we still here? Five gold pieces… Let's just go to bed.” she sounded sad and disappointed. You yourself were sad at this, but still you followed her. “Oh. I was so sure this was it. I had this feeling like… that we weren't going to be stuck in Old Town anymore! Why didn't the box take us with it?” she still sounded sad but tried to push it aside. “Come on, Sparrow, go to bed.” so you both lay down to end the day. “Good night! Love you big Sis!” you said turning to your side. “Good night. I love you too, little Sparrow.” and with that, you both went to sleep. You only hoped that tomorrow would be a better day, and Rose won't be sad anymore.

It was still nighttime when Rose woke up to the sound of footsteps, scared that it could be a thief or something like that. She carefully opened her eyes and stood up, and when she saw who it was she was relieved, I was only the guard that they helped to earn some money for the now gone music box. “What do you want?” asked Rose the guard curiously.

The guard cleared his throat. “I work for Lord Lucien, miss. And would very much like to see you in his castle. I've been sent to collect you.” With that, he walked away, and Rose walked up to your sleeping form. “It did work! Our wish came true! Come on little Sparrow, wake up.” So you opened your eyes and stood up still a little tired. “What's happening, Sis?” you asked her with a yawn and rubbed your eyes.

Rose smiled brightly at you. “Everything is fine. We're going to Lord Lucien’s castle! Now come we have to go little Sparrow!” she said as she ran in the direction of where the guard went to wait for us. When I ran after her I saw her standing with a few guards waiting for me.

“Let's go to the castle!.” Rose said happily, and so we were guided to Castle Fairfax. “What do you think does Lord Lucien wants from us?” I asked her confused. “I don't know, but we will find out shortly, Little Sparrow.” she said looking to at the big doors of the Castle.

The door was open and an old-looking Butler stood there waiting. “Evening. Jeeves. Here are the children Lord Lucien asked for.” he said proudly. The Butler smiled at us. “Excellent!” was all that he said to the guard, then turned back to us. “Hello, young masters.” This confused you but you ignored it. “Hello, sir.” both you and Rose answered politely.

His smile tightened and turned around. “If you'd follow me please.” he said and started to lead us into the castle. We look up at this castle every day and think how nice it is. We both do. But inside it's even more beautiful than I imagined.” Rose told him dreamily. Jeeves chuckled. “It's quite wonderful, isn't it?” it was more of a statement than a question.

Then we saw a man walking past us. “Ah, hello. Master Garth.” Jeeves greeted still walking while the other male said nothing. “Huh, Man of few words.” He led us further into the castle. “Where is the grand dining hall?” Rose suddenly asked curiously. “Oh, in the north wing. Lord Lucien hadn't been there since… Since the tragic deaths of Lady Fairfax and little Amelia.” he told us as we claimed some stairs and further down the hall. “Oh, I heard. That was so awful.” Rose’s tone was sad. Jeeves nodded. “Yes, he misses them terribly.” Rose raised a brow. “So where does he eat?” Jeeves looked at her. “Actually, he takes most of his meals in his study. He's in there working all hours, doing research...” You frowned. “What does he research?” you asked him curiously. “History, mostly. Lord Lucien is quite keen on antiquities of all sorts, but he is chiefly interested in things relating to the Old Kingdom.” Rose nodded understanding. “There was a Trader in Old Town who said his stuff was from the Old Kingdom.” Jeeves nodded. “Yes… yes, I believe Lord Lucien… heard about that.” he told us hesitantly. We were standing in front of some big doors now. “We bought a piece of it and we made a wish and now we're here!” She smiled brightly.

Jeeves smiled again. “That's wonderful. Now, when you meet Lord Lucien., you must show respect at all times. Address him as “my lord.” Speak only when spoken to.” he told us, You and Rose nodded. “Yes sir.” she awnsered shortly. Jeeves stood in front of us “And do not mention Lady Fairfax or Amilia.” he said a little more sternly. Jeeves opened the door to the study. “Here we are. Lord Lucien? The children are here.” Jeeves informed as me and Rose walked in and the door closed right behind us. ‘I don't like this’ is all I thought as I tried to push a weird feeling away.

Lord Lucien turned towards us. “Children. It's come to my attention that you have some sort of magic box. May I see it?” he asked looking at us curiously. “It vanished m’lord. We were winding it up, and we made a wish, and then it started to glow and it disappeared.” she said sadly. “After you used it?” is all he asked. Rose nodded. “Yes, m’lord. The man who sold it to us said it was magic.” Lord Lucien looked a little interested.

“The box is of no interest to me, what's remarkable is that you were able to use it. What was your wish?” he then asked. Rose gasps a little scared. “Well, speak up… what did you wish for?” he asked nicely. Then she looked up at him confidently. “To live in a castle… like this one.” Lucien smiled. “Perhaps that could be arranged. I working to rebuild… well, I'm working on something wonderful, for which I need individuals with particular talents. Let us find out if you have them. Would you kindly stand in the circle, please?” Rose looked at him nervously “Erm…” Lucien Looked at her reassuringly. “I promise, it won't hurt you.” This made my weird feeling grow but Rose still obliged and stepped inside the circle, while you still stood at your spot behind Lord Lucien. Behind the circle were also very big colored windows.

Suddenly the circle started to glow in a bright blue. “What's that?” asked scared. “Nothing to worry about.” Lucien answered. You looked a little scared at the circle. Lord Lucien looked at me with reassuring eyes. “Go on. Stand in the circle.” Then Rose looked at you. “It's all right, little Sparrow. Don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt.” Her tone was soft. So you made a quick nod and stepped into the circle.

When you stepped inside there was some sort of a blue glowing wall. You were trapped. Lord Lucien stood in front of you, his face was full of shock and relief. “It's true. Your blood… you are Heroes.” This of course shocked you and Rose. “Heroes? You mean like in the old stories?” she asked amazed. Lord Lucien then tried to touch the barrier and it sent some shocks to him. “Ah!” he screamed out pulling his hand away and holding it. When this happens the circle suddenly starts to glow bright red. “What are you?” he asked angrily as he walked to a table with many papers and a book on it.

He started panting. “Wait. There was, there was something here…” mumbling to himself. “M’lord, what happened? What's that light?” Rose asked seemingly scared. “Quiet! You're heroes… but you're not any of the three…” he would us while looking through the papers. “What's happening?” asked terrified as Lord Lucien suddenly pulled a gun out. You froze as he suddenly pointed it towards Rose. “This isn't what I wanted… but nothing must stand in my way.” he said darkly. Rose looked even more terrified now. “No, wait. Don't! Nooo!” she screamed in agony, but it was too late he pulled the trigger and she fell to the floor. Tears were now streaming out of your face as you realized what happened, You looked at your now dead sister but you still couldn't move, you were to terrified.

Lucien then pointed the gun towards you. “I can't allow you to live either. I'm sorry.” is all that he said. You pulled your arms in in front of you as you backed away towards the window. And then he shot you which made you crash out of the window onto many roofs before crashing into the street.

When you laid there on the street you barely moved Your fingers. You then heard footsteps and a voice. “Death is not your destiny today, little Sparrow… Y/N” You knew that voice… it was the blind woman from the market. Then you felt how you were picked up into her arms, then you blacked out cold.

Suddenly you woke up to a familiar face it was the woman she had a dog with her that licked your face. It was the dog that you and Rose rescued once. Then time went by fast you reached out for the comfort of the dog’s warm fur, ready to take your first steps in a new life.

Ten winters blanketed in Albion, ten summers filled the air with the sounds of insects and laughter. With time your pain turned to strength. Your grief became will. A will to change the world. And to avenge the death that haunted your every dream.

Now you are 19 year old. You got your revenge for your sister with the help of the other three heroes.

Hammer is one of the other three heroes. You and her were taking a walk with Theresa. “Today is very beautiful, it's not too warm and not too cold! So it's the perfect weather to take a little walk.” Hammer breathed out with a satisfied smile. “Mhm” You nodded in agreement.

“How about we go into town and eat something? My treat!” Hammer asked. “Seems like an nice idea.” Theresa agreed. “Yeah sounds good to me!” you cheered happily. “All right, let's go!” Hammer said while laughing at you, so does Theresa.

So when you were halfway there about to reach the town something felt off as you three talked to each other. Suddenly you noticed your surroundings started to glow. “What's happening?” Hammer asks confused with a little hint of worry. “I don't know!” you answered back. “I feel magic behind it, and it's not yours. It's not good either…” Theresa said as you all stopped. Then the wind started to get stronger, the glowing got brighter, and started to circle around you very fast. You put your arm over your eyes to see something but the sight was getting less by every second that passed.

You, Hammer, and Theresa started to panic. “Help me! Please!” you begged inside the glowing mist. Hammer with half tears in her eyes looked at you then at Theresa panicked. “You have to do something. What's happening to him!?” Hammer screamed. “I can't do anything. This is way against the skills I have.” She said trying to sound calm. “What-” Hammer was about to say something as the mist disappeared, and you with it. Hammer stood there wide eyed. “What happened? Where is he? Theresa where is he!?” She screamed as she fell to her knees. Theresa walked to her side putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. “He will be alright. He will find his way back home.” Hammer was in tears as she looked at her. “You think so?” she sniffled. Theresa nodded. “Let's go home for now.” Her voice was even calmer now. Hammer nodded because she knew that Theresa was right.

Far away in a mansion in America was a Man. Roderick Burgess, he and other people stood in a dungeon under the house. They were a cult and Roderick Burgess was the leader of them. They stood around a summoning circle. They spoke in Latin, then the circle started glowing.

Right next to them was Morpheus held captive. He saw what they were doing. He laid there motionless watching them. As they summoned something, or someone. Then a little explosion was seen above the summoning circle and a bright glowing was there but when it vanished, there was a boy lying on the floor unconscious, on his belt was a well made sword and on his back was a crossbow.

“Take his weapons! And his clothes!” ordered Burgess. One of the cultists stepped towards you and bowed down to grab your sword, and another one grabbed your crossbow, then two others came and started to undress you, which led to you opening your eyes. “Oh, you're awake. Let's talk about business then.” You only glared at Burgess but stayed silent, you were now fully naked. “My Name is Roderick Burgess and I want you to be my personal guard, and hear on every command I give you. If you accept, you will get your stuff back. But if you don't, we will put you in a cage and you will rot in there until you die or eventually give in and accept.” again you stayed silent and didn't respond. Burgess let's out a disappointed sigh, then he nodded at the others and walked away.

While you were put into the glass ball you saw a another male that was also naked, in the cage next to yours. He was tall, and skinny, had black hair and bright blue eyes that stared right into yours as you now laid there.

Out of nowhere, Burgess stepped right in front of your view. You looked at him but didn't dare to move a muscle. “I have that you will rethink about my offer. Even if you don't want to, in the end, you will starve and start to beg for it. I hope you're smarter than this.” then he left again.

When he and everyone left it was only you and the other caged male. You both starred at each other again, only that you didn't really look at him because you thought about Theresa and Hammer, and the fact that you miss them and only wanted to get out of here and back home. Your eyes started burning so closed your eyes and silently let the tears slip.

Morpheus watched you as the tears slipped out of your eyes, but after a short while they stopped, and then he noticed that you probably fell asleep, which was probably better that way, is all what Morpheus thought.

The next day you opened your eyes and sat up slowly. Right now you tried to stay calm so you closed your eyes again. And while sitting there you felt the other males eyes on you but you ignored it.

Then Burgess came in and walked in front of Morpheus's cage. Two other people sat in the back playing a game. Burgess held himself on the cage. “The woman who lives with me has gone and robbed me of my fortune. She’s also robbed you. She's taken your helm, your sand, and your ruby.” this made you open your eyes and look at them. “Now I can unlock this, you can go after her…” Morpheus looked up at Burgess with a glare. “If you give me what I've been asking for. Wealth, youth, immortality. Oh, your a god. These things are nothing to you. Don't you want your weapons and freedom? Just like you Hero?” Burgess said lowly looking between the two of you.

So when you and the male in front of him didn't answer he got impatient and angry. “Speak to me! Speak to me! Speak to me!” he screamed and banged his stick against the glass, which caused the male to flinch shortly. A boy came walking from behind. “Come on! Speak to me!” he screamed again. “It's all right, Father.” the boy put his hand on his shoulder tho stop Burgess of what he was doing. ‘That asshole has a kid?’ is all you thought.

Burgess pushed him away. “Get away from me! If you were any kind of son to me…” he told him as he held the stick in the air and lashed out to the boy, but he dodged it, but hit him with the second one. The boy grabbed the stick so they both held it and faced each other. “If Randell was still alive today-” Burgess was cut off by the boy. “If Randell were alive, he would hate you as much as I do.” he said with hatred, and pushed Burgess back as he tried to attack the boy again, which led him to lose his balance hand his head hit the cage.

Burgess let the stick fall hand put his hand on the back of his head and saw blood when he looked at it, then he fell to the ground, with a big wound on the back of his head.

The to other man and the boy rushed to him. “Sir?” one of them said in panic. But when the boy put his hand on Burgess’s head as he saw a pool of blood leaping out of the wound. You and Morpheus only watched the scene. “You won't get out of there. Never.” Burgess looked at You and Morpheus one more time, then his eyes closed. “Sir can you hear me? Sir?” one of the male askedand tried to shake him but Brugess didn't answer. He was Dead.

The boy looked shocked and looked at his father as he sat there on the ground. “He isn't moving. Is he…” one of the males said. “He's dead.” the other one answered as the boy stood up, Looking at his bloodied hand and back to his dead father.

The Boy stumbled away a few feet but stopped between our cages. He stopped at the cage of the other male and turned to look at him. Morpheus stared back at him and slowly stood up, Your checks got red as you saw that but you wanted to see the interaction.

Morpheus reached his hand out. ‘He’s probably asking him to open the cage.’ is what you thought. The boy turned his head a bit as he reached out too. “Don't do it, sir. He’ll kill us.” one of the males said. “What would your father say?” the male spoke again, Before the boy's hand touched the glass he stopped and put his hand back down, and looked at the ground.

The male in the cage looked disappointed, as the boy looked back up. “I need to think.” he said and looked at the other male then to you, then he left. Morpheus also had put his hand back down watching him leave.

You were angry, but still, you stood up slowly wich made Morpheus look at you. You were a bit ashamed because you had no clothes on but you pushed that aside as you both looked at each other. You held sadness in your eyes as you slowly reached out and put one hand flat on the glass. Morpheus did the same while staring into your eyes. When you looked at him you immediately felt safe.

Then nine months later the door to the Dungeons door was heard which made the guards stand up and open the gate. Alex and also another boy came in. “How are they today, Rogers?” Alex asked. Rogers sighed. “Moved his hand this morning. Right hand. And the other one is also just sitting there but didn't move.” Alex nodded, as the other boy walked in. He had a look of shock on his face and gasped. “Oh, my God.” he looked at Alex and back to you and Morpheus. “Alex?” he asked.

Alex then walked in looking at the both of you. “Hello. This is my friend, Paul.” he told you as they walked further in. “Paul, these are our unwilling guests.” he said looking at his friend shortly.

Alex was getting a little nervous. “Look, we've been talking, Paul and I, and if I let you out, will you promise not to harm us?” he asked calmly while looking at us. You both didn't move not answered his question. “If you could just speak to us.” Paul said a little nervous himself, but again silence.

Alex looked at Paul. “You see, I told you.” he was a little disappointed. “I'm telling you, you have to keep trying. Show them that they can trust you. Show them that you mean it.” Paul softly awnsered back.

Alex nodded at us. “I do mean it. Just promise that you won't hurt me or Paul, and I will let you out.” Alex tried to reason. But again we didn't answer. We just looked at them this time.

Almost eighty years later you had developed feelings for the Male in the cage next to you which was weird because you didn't even know his name, but little did you know that Morpheus also grew feelings for you.

Also the guards started to change every now and then until they looked very modern. And you, you were still looking young and didn't age which you thought was weird and not normal, but Alex was old now just as Paul was, they both married year's ago. They were in the dungeon again. Alex stood in front of Morpheus's cage and had his hand on the glass. “I could have asked you for wealth or Power, and protection, like my father did. But all I wanted was to be free of you two.” He said softly.

You and Morpheus looked up at him. “Surely you want that too.” Paul walked into view pushing a wheelchair in front of him. “Alex, darling, please.” he said softly mentioning to the wheelchair. Alex put his hand away from the glass and sat down in the wheelchair, Paul's hand on his shoulder. He looked at us one more time. “Take me upstairs, Paul. I won't be coming down here again.” is all that he said as Paul started to push the wheelchair, and now there was a gap in the protective circle. Paul stopped a few feet away and looked back seeing it, then he looked at us and made a small nod. He then around and and left with Alex.

Morpheus looked at the gap and wondered why Paul would do that, but in the end it doesn't matter, he can free himself and you now and that's all that matters to him right now.

So when they got out, and the door to the dungeon closed, it was only two guards left inside. “Old Dracula here’s not moving an inch. Just like the other weirdo.” the Female guard said quietly, looking up from her book she was reading. “Why do you call it Dracula and weirdo?” The male guard said tiredly while looking up from his newspaper. “Because I think they are. What do you think they are?” she asked quickly.

The male sighed. “I try not. You know what I think about?” he asked her, again looking up from his newspaper. “Majorca. Four days… and I'll be on a beach. Stinking of suntan lotion.” he said and smiled to himself at the thought.

Morpheus leaned forward holding himself on the glass while glaring at the guard. And you were just watching. “Lucky bugger. I was on Corfu on holiday once.” the female guard told as the other one yawned and fell asleep. Suddenly something weird starts to happen as Morpheus stares at the guard. The guard stood up from his chair and shot both of our cages and they started to break. You sat there wide eyed. “Fred!” the female guard screamed.

She ran towards him to stop him. “Fred, stop it! You'll… Fred!” she screamed but it was too late Both of your cages exploded into many pieces and our surroundings were glowing. You and Morpheus got out of your cages. “Don’t move! Stay where you are!” the guy called Fred screamed. “What… what's he got in his hands?” the female screamed. You looked at Morpheus and saw that he had something in his balled fist but you couldn't see it.

Morpheus slowly put his hand up where he held something in it right in front of his face. The guards already had their weapons aimed at us. “Oi! Open your hands, now!” she screamed at him.

And so he opened his Hand and you saw him blowing some sort of sand towards them, which made them instantly fall asleep. You were watching the scene curious. But then all of your strength suddenly left your legs and you fell to your knees right next to Morpheus with a thud. He instantly looked at you and kneeled down to your hight.

He slowly put his hand on your cheek and his eyes looked at you softly. “I'll get us out of here.” he said and his tone was smooth but very deep. You melted into his hand and nodded at him. Then he slowly picked you up bridal style. Your arms around his waist as you were sucked into the glowing. You… you were getting your revenge now.

Then in a room a black cat came in and sat on a chair in the middle of the room. There also came Alex into the room he looked young again and he curiously looked at the cat with his head tilted to the side. Suddenly the cat disappeared and Morpheus sat on the chair and you stood beside him both fully clothed as you looked at Alex darkly. “Hello” Morpheus said.

Alex was scared you could see it in his eyes. “It's... It's you two. You're… you're free.” he said quietly. “We are.” Morpheus simply awnsered as he stood up and the wind started to blow through the open window. “And have you any idea what it was like? Confined in a cage for over a century?” he asked as he slowly walked towards Alex. “Do you understand the damage you've done to your world?” he asked again. Alex was more then just scared now, he was terrified. “I'm sorry. I… I didn't know. Please.” he said backing away a bit.

Morpheus looked at him unbothered just like you. “Your punishment, then, shall be a gift.” when he said that Alex turned to a little boy. “I give you this, the gift… of eternal… sleep.” when he finished the sentence he blow some sand in Alex’s face and he fell asleep.

Morpheus looked looked back at you holding his hand out. “Let's get out of here.” That's all you needed to hear and took his hand as he teleported you both.

A voice was heard. ”Sir. Sir.” It was the panicked voice of Lucienne. “Oh, my goodness.” she kneeled down to turn him onto his back. “Sir. It's me!” she panted as she saw his eyes opening. “It's Lucienne.” she said as Morpheus looked at her and started to smile and took her hand. “Lucienne.” he whispered weakly. “Your home, my Lord.” and that's when Morpheus started to frown. When he looked beside him he noticed you weren't there. “My Lord? What's wrong?” she asked worriedly.

Morpheus started to stand up. “A boy, he was held captive. Just like me. I brought him with me.” He said as he started to look around. Not even a minute later he saw you laying a few feet away from him, and he immediately sprinted towards you with Lucienne. “A Human? Why was he held captive?” she asked confused. Morpheus shook his head as he turned you around and saw you breathing normally. “He is not fully human, it seems. Because he didn't age for almost a century. The man who held us captive once called him Hero.” Lucienne looked at him baffled. “Do you think he is one of the three heroes? My Lord?” she asked. “I don't know.” is all he awnsered as he gently put a hand on your cheek which made you open your eyes.

When you saw him you started to smile. “Your safe now.” Morpheus said softly as he helped you off of the ground. You looked around and saw the woman with pointy ears and smiled at her. “Hello, jung Man.” she smiled back at you. You were a little scared to speak because you didn't talk since you were held captive, but you decided to still try it. “H-Hello.” you said but your voice didn't sound raspy or broken as you thought it would be. Morpheus and Lucienne smiled at you. “Thank you, for taking me with you…” you started but you trailed off because you didn't know his name.

Morpheus smiled softly at you. “My name is Morpheus. And this is Lucienne.” he told you. “Thank you, Morpheus. And my name is Y/N.” you smiled at both of them.

You started walking over to very huge gates on a massive wall. On those big gates were some pictures in it it looked well made. It made you look at them amazed with your mouth wide open. Morpheus looked at you and chuckled. “You like them?” he asked which made you blink before realizing, and looked at him. “Yeah! I-I mean they look astonishing!” you smiled at him nervously.

Morpheus then raised his hand and touched the gates, they began shaking and started to open up. “Forgive me, sir, but… the realm, the palace… they are not as you left them.” Lucienne said as Morpheus looked at her. Morpheus looked through the gate as it opened. His look… he was shocked with what happened to his Realm… his home.

You, looked shocked too, even if you didn't know how it looked like before. You saw the dead trees and bushes, the land looked like as if it was completely dead. Then you saw that a piece of the roof from the half destroyed castle fell down. “What happened here? Who did this?” He asked not daring to look away from his destroyed home.

Lucienne let out a sigh. “My Lord, you are The Dreaming, The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were, the realm began to… decay. And crumble.” she looked at him sadly as he looked back at her. “And the residents? The Palace staff?” Morpheus asked with a little hope. “I'm afraid most have… gone.” she looked at the ground. “Gone?” he asked rising his eyebrows. “Some went looking for you.” she looked back at him. “And the others?” He asked walking in front of her. Lucienne looked back down to her side, then back up. “They thought, perhaps, you'd grown weary of your duties and…” Morpheus stopped her. “What? Abandoned them? Had they so little faith in me?” he asked in disbelief.

Lucienne didn't know what to say. You on the other concentrated on the view that was in front of you, as the conversation went deff on your ears. You slowly started to move away from them and towards the destroyed landscape. You felt welcomed even if the view in front of you didn't look welcoming in the first place. You closed your eyes whilst you took in the fresh air.

Lucienne looked towards you, which made Morpheus look behind him and he sees that you are walking away from them. When suddenly they saw some tears rolling down your face, when you turned your head sideways.

Lucienne looks worried. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder which made you open your eyes and look at the person who's hand was on your shoulder. It was Morpheus. You look at him puzzled. “Y/N?” Morpheus asked. “Yes? Is something wrong?” you tilted your head. “You seemed lost in thoughts. What's wrong?” he asked softly. “Didn’t notice that! I'm happy to be free again and out of this tiny cell in that weird Dungeon… Aaaand I'm probably a little tired after some sleepless nights.” You laughed awkwardly while scratching your head.

Morpheus nodded. “How about a little sleep then?” He asked while rising a brow. “Hmmm, no. Not before I helped you rebuild your realm!” you said grinning and put your hands on your hips. “But if you want to help him, you will need your sleep.” Lucienne reasoned. You humed. “You're probably right. Okay, I'll sleep once we’re there.” you smiled. Morpheus nodded again. “Let's go shall we?” you nodded at his question and walked beside him.

When you arrived at the castle, Morpheus turned towards you. “Come with me, I show you where you can sleep,” he started as you part ways with Lucienne. “Can I ask you something, Morpheus?” you look at him. “Of course. What do you want to know?” you thought for a short second. “I wanted to know who you are besides Morpheus, you know?” you asked nervously. Morpheus smiled and made a small chuckle. “I am an Endless, Dream of the Endless to be exact. People also call me the Sandman. Also we're here.” he said opening a door to a bedroom that was still intact. When you went inside you saw that the room was painted in black, but it was held simple.

You pulled your shoes, coat, and shirt off. When you sat down on the bed, Morpheus follows you and stands in front of you. “Who's room is this?” you asked looking around. “It's mine.” he simply answered. Your head shot into his direction while standing up. “I didn't know. I can sleep on the floor too.” you tried to say as he already put a hand on your shoulder and sat you back down. “It's alright. I told you to sleep, didn't I?” you looked baffled as you nodded at him. “Now, lay down.” you did as you were told and pulled the covers over you.

Morpheus kneels down to your height, and holds a closed hand in front of his face, which makes you realize what he was about to do so you stop him. “Wait!” you said which made him raise a brow. “Yes?” he asks while looking into your eyes. “We can share the bed if you want! I mean if it's okay with you…” you said shyly. This catches Morpheus off guard but he starts to smirk slightly. “If that's what you want. I will. But I will go and talk to Lucienne shortly, then I'll be back.” he says and you give him a closed-eyed smile. “Yeah, I'll wait.” Morpheus gives you a nod as he stands up and leaves the room grinning to himself.

About ten minutes later he returned. “I'm here now.” he says and you simply nod at him. So he pulls his shirt and pants off but leaves the boxers on. He walks over to the empty side of the bed and gets under the covers. You both stare at each other until you slowly fell asleep. Morpheus smiled at your peaceful sleeping face as he slowly touched your cheek with his hand. Then the next second, you had your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. “Good night, Y/N.” Morpheus had a small smile on his face as he laid his arms around your body.

#male reader #gay #male x male #male x male reader #x male reader #lgbtq #x male y/n #the sandman #morpheus #lord morpheus #dream #dream of the endless #oneiros #fable 2 #morpheus x male reader #lord morpheus x male reader

[alizangc]

The post was getting too long but RE: your theory about Tamlin's hidden castle, how does it feel to have the biggest brain to ever brain? Because I definitely think you're onto something there. I had completely forgotten about that forest description, probably because I've been busy scratching my head about why the starlight pool was even included in the Spring Court narratively-speaking, and why, if it and its origins are actually important to book 1 or even to prop up Feysand, we never hear about it again. But yeah, if we chip off the paint from the moonstone palace, would we see the glade, the starlight pool, and the Solstice hidden underneath?

Awww thank you 🥺 I'm glad you see it as well! Initially, I speculated that the starlight pool served as a secret doorway/portal to the "palace in the sky" XD because faelore, and there seemed to be a connection between moonstone and starlight.

I decided to reread this scene and the images Feyre saw UTM after you mentioned the forest description!

This is what follows it (ACOTAR, chapter 18):

Shimmering tufts of dandelion fluff drifted by, and the floor of the clearing was carpeted with swaying crocuses and snowdrops and bluebells. It was an hour or two past noon by the time we arrived, but the light was thick and golden.

Though the three of us were alone, I could have sworn I heard singing. I hugged my knees and drank in the glen.

Rushed whispers were exchanged behind me, and before I could turn around to investigate, Tamlin took a seat at my side. His jaw was clenched tight enough that I stared ahead. “What is this place?” I said, still running my fingers through the grass.

Out of the corner of my eye, Tamlin was no more than a glittering golden figure. “Just a glen.” Behind us, Lucien snorted. Do you like it?” Tamlin asked quickly. The green of his eyes matched the grass between my fingers, and the amber flecks were like the shafts of sunlight that streamed through the trees. Even his mask, odd and foreign, seemed to fit into the glen—as if this place had been fashioned for him alone. I could picture him here in his beast form, curled up in the grass, dozing.

I speculate that this scene was originally supposed to be more than just a beautiful landscape or Tamlin's favorite haunt. I think it was hinting at more.

Is the golden light somehow related to the golden light that exploded from Tamlin, the golden armor he "wore" when he regained his powers? Who or what was singing? What were the rushed whispers about? Why did Lucien snort when Tamlin said it was just a glen?

Now I'm wondering if Tamlin was trying to show Feyre more of this mysterious place when he sent her the music. Or perhaps he was showing her scenes from the Summer Solstice and this place. But we'll never know :') Anyways, thanks for helping me to process this theory XD The newsletters you shared have led me down quite the rabbit hole— thank you!!

#acotar #tamlin #pro tamlin

[bearbluebooks]

Chapter 10 - Delicate

This chapter contains: FLUFF

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Gwyn POV

In the aftermath of the daylight violence, she found solitude under the blanket of night. Here, she was embraced by the cover of darkness, it opened its arms open wide and welcomed her home. 

Her childhood home was no longer, all that was left now lay in ruins. The sea was nothing but a distant memory. Her new story was difficult to write. But Helmerra felt more like home with every day that passed.

Nesta and Gwyn took up running just before she left to find Blue. Gwyn suggested it to Nesta one day and she enthusiastically agreed. Initially, it was a way to escape her mind, to push the thoughts away with each new step. Every increased heartbeat was one less thought in her brain. Naturally, it only worked for a short amount of time. As soon as her regular pace returned, so did her flow of thoughts.

Two days had passed since her capture by ‘Him Who Should Not Be Named’. 

As soon as Azriel and Gwyn returned to Helmerra, several professors greeted them in a not-so-welcoming manner. Even Helion looked displeased at their unapproved expedition. Her reasoning didn’t suffice as justification, and both got punished as a result. 

Helion’s face didn’t leave Gwyn’s memory, he seemed exceptionally alarmed by all the information they revealed about Koschei and the time Gwyn spent in his castle. She knew Koschei was dangerous but his face turned ashen. He lowered his voice so only Gwyn could hear him: “See me in my office tomorrow Gwyn, we have a lot to discuss.”

Azriel was given two weeks detention where he was expected to train first years. He seemed annoyed but at least he could share some of that expertise he always bragged about.

Gwyn’s punishment was less physical but just as demanding. Her library duty was doubled, yet her patience for Merril’s increasingly demanding chores seemed to have halved. She tried to sympathize, Helmerra was a refuge for priestesses, and everybody was there with a reason, but insults like “you’re so slow Gwyn, work harder, that is if you can” and “fetch me that book, acolyte” made it more challenging every day that detention went on. 

On top of that, nightmares never left her body or her mind. All the horrors that transpired in the last couple of months seemed to find a place in her dreams. 

Powerlessness followed her every waking moment into sleep.

She vowed to never feel so helpless again.

It was that pledge and her latest nightmare that led her to the secret rooftop in the middle of the night. 

She used every opportunity she got to become as strong as she could possibly be. Whether that would be through her body or her powers, she was only skilled enough to train one by herself at the moment. 

When she first came to Helmerra and learned about her powers they always felt buried deep underneath the ocean floor, where she could feel them, but never reach them. Since she reconnected with Blue, her powers were no longer buried but burst out of her like hot lava out of a volcano. Unpredictable and scorching hot, literally. She already lost count of all the things she destroyed when she lost control of her emotions. They seemed to be tied together, both as unpredictable as the tides. 

Helion invited her to a secret instruction class for Royals. She already attended once. She felt out of place and too self-aware. These were all students who had trained for years, she did not even know magic existed until a couple of months ago. She was used to being the best in everything she did, and this felt distressing, to say the least.

They were all so talented and powerful. There was Lucien’s half-brother Eris, who also had red hair. He was said to be ruthless, but he had never been anything but kind towards Gwyn. The second oldest was Tamlin, who had blond hair and was more reserved than the males she usually encountered at Helmerra. Kallias was just as silent, but in a far more intimidating manner. His white hair and gray eyes didn’t help his intimidating presence.

Gwyn was glad to have Rhys and Lucien in the class. It offered relief in the predominantly male-dominated class. Another familiar face was Tarquin. They were in the same year. She recognized him from potion’s class. 

Helion also urged Gwyn to get her powers under control as soon as possible. Gwyn told him about the prophecy and his first reaction was to hit himself on the head exclaiming “how did I miss this?” He vowed to help her in every way he could.

Another class she was thankful for, was Devlon’s self-defense class. He certainly had his flaws, but he was useful at times. His fighting sequences proved particularly valuable at the moment. She wanted to learn them all as well as she could. She started with defensive techniques by enhancing her speed and skill. Gwyn knew she was smaller than most opponents, but she was also faster, and smarter.

That’s what she focused on. She learned how to move fluidly and swiftly like water.

Most importantly: she learned how to observe the opponent. To learn their weaknesses, their tells, and their flaws. To always be a step ahead of them. 

Her movement had improved a lot since she first set foot in the ring. But she was not on the level she needed to be, as proven by her recent encounter.

She was still struggling with offensive fighting techniques. That’s why she focused on repetition: to build muscle memory which she could always fall back on. And to build some muscle in the meantime.

That’s why she was kicking the training dummy with the force of a storm in the sequence Devlon pushed into them last week. She could hear his belting voice in her head as if he was standing next to her:

Punch them in the solar plexus with your fist.

Chop or poke their neck above the collarbone.

Knee a male in the groin.

Kick the side of their kneecap as hard as you can.

Drive the base of your palm into the underside of their nose.

Strike their windpipe with your fist.

She repeated the sequence until her hands were red by force. And then she continued until they bled the color of crimson. 

The memory of her attackers flashed in and out of her mind. Their faces appeared on the dummy and her hits became more powerful and exasperated. After a while, she couldn’t feel her hands anymore. And the aggression seemed directly channeled into her fists. Out of her body. Into the imagined enemy in front of her. 

Her breathing became heavy as her heart beat fast from movement and memory.

She was so in the zone she did not hear the figure approaching her from behind.

When she turned around to hit her attacker in the pit of their stomach, a scarred hand grabbed hers as a deep baritone voice said: “are you sure you know what you’re doing Berdara?”

She smiled as she said, “I’m sure you hear that all the time, shadowsinger, but I’m very capable, thank you.”

The look in his eyes transferred to his mouth, as he smirked and said in a raspy voice: “you have not begun to see all the things I’m capable of. But I’m very willing to show you. If you’ll let me.”

The thick voice transported her to the memory of her first kiss which she tried very hard to avoid. Not because she wanted to forget it, on the contrary, she was so aroused and thunderstruck she had a hard time thinking about anything else. But that was exactly the problem. It had no place in the training ring, she needed to focus on getting better, not on that sultry voice coming out of that very kissable mouth. 

She shouldn’t spend any more time thinking about those luscious lips that only needed to touch hers and she already forgot her name. Not to mention his tongue that knew exactly where to move. The harder she tried to forget that moment, the more that burning sensation returned to her core.

He was so capable in fact, that they both forgot danger lurked just behind them, as they were completely lost in each other and the kiss.

The redness of her injured hands, now moved directly to her cheeks, when he moved her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on it. His eyes burned with a passion that Gwyn would have shied away from before, but she felt so safe in his presence now, she allowed herself to become completely entranced by those hazel eyes.

He gently pulled her closer to him again. 

She loved it when he did that. She loved the closeness.

She closed her eyes as he lowered his head and used that deep sultry voice to whisper in her ear “shall I show you now?”

Gwyn whimpered in response- she had never whimpered in her life, “I’m training, you can’t distract me Azriel.”

She could kick herself.

Those kisses transported her nightmare-filled thoughts directly into a place of pure pleasure. Where nothing else existed except him. 

He moved his hands to her hips, pulling her flush to his body. 

She knew he would stop if she said the word. That’s what made her lose herself in his embrace. The safety of knowing he would let go if needed.

All she could smell now was cedar and night-chilled missed.

All she could feel was a deep need to have a thorough demonstration of his gifts.

He took her earlobe in his mouth, sucked on it, and whispered “okay. Let’s go Berdara.” 

His voice went straight to her core, yet his body moved away.

She quickly moved in front of him and pushed his body against the wall behind him with more force than she intended to. 

His hot lips found hers again. He started with slow, gentle kisses on her mouth. Taking his time. She softly took his lower lip in hers again and gave a slight bite. She remembered he liked that last time. He licked the spot she bit and gave a small chuckle. “Fuck, Gwyn.”

“You’re killing me.” 

This time she smiled. She guessed that was a good sign? She vowed to ask him later if she could do anything to improve her kissing. She had no experience and Azriel was so good at it. The whole world ceased to exist, as she was lost to the kiss and his touch. She wanted their kisses to be magical for him, too.

His scarred hands moved to her backside as he pulled her into his lap.

She loved the friction the momentum caused and she tried to chase it by pushing her hips into his in an almost rhythmic movement. The kiss turned so desperate Gwyn’s body curved into Azriel’s.

Azriel groaned into her mouth. 

A smile formed on his lips.

“Gwyn… that’s…”

He groaned again.

The sound almost turned her on more than the friction did.

His shadows danced around them. Both in joy and disguise. She loved those obsidian embodiments of night. 

Then he pushed his tongue against her lips again. Gwyn opened greedily and allowed him inside.

His tongue sensually caressed hers in slow languid movements. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and slightly angled her head so he had better access.

His lips were hot and hungry. 

They moved to her neck, where he placed small kisses and slowly licked a trail up her neck.

This time she moaned, “Azriel.”

She didn’t mean to say that out loud. Her face became red again.

His hazel eyes stared darkly into hers. As if the mention of his name was a magic spell that unleashed something in him.

He hungrily kissed her again. As he said into her mouth “I want to take you somewhere tomorrow.” 

His face moved back a little bit to asses her eyes, after which he placed another quick kiss on her mouth.

Gwyn smiled so brightly she was sure happiness radiated from every pore, “I would love to…

…where are you taking me?”

He had that mischievous glint in his eyes as he said “it’s a surprise.” 

She both loved and detested that look. She always had trouble letting go of control so she hated surprises with a passion. Catrin loved them. Every holiday her mom had to coordinate secrets and information skillfully. 

“I don’t do well with surprises”, she said a little hesitantly. She didn’t want to disappoint him but she also didn’t want to pretend she was something else. 

Azriel contemplated the new information. Devising a new plan, she was sure. 

That made her smile a little bit again.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 p.m. Wear something you feel comfortable in.

It will only be the two of us. I’ll make sure we are back before the bells chime.” His eyes looked slightly insecure. As if he believed Gwyn would not want to spend time with him.

So she quickly replied, “I’ll be ready.”

He smiled brightly now too.

He softly placed a kiss on her lips again as he said “good.”

“Now let’s train. You need to put more weight into your dominant leg when you hit your opponent.”

‘Moment over’ Gwyn thought jokingly.

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Azriel POV

He needed to shut down whatever was happening between him and Gwyn before his cock became even more strained in his pants. 

He took a deep breath.

Grandma's in the shower. Gwyn in danger. Animals dying.

That helped tamper his arousal a little bit. At least to where he could actually function.

Gwyn and Azriel spent the whole night training.

After Gwyn’s abduction, he secretly sent a shadow to stay with her. It was more than happy to comply. Azriel actually saw it dance towards her, happy to be able to exist in her presence day and night.

It gave Azriel slight relief, to have eyes on her at all times. He made sure to give her some privacy, they served more as a warning signal than a bodyguard. 

That was what he was for, and her training. So she could guard herself.

She was already impossibly fast. He was proud of her and how far she had come. Her stubbornness was useful in more ways than one, he thought to himself, as she kicked him in the stomach and made him stumble back a few steps.

Wounded pride and delight filled his body. He should’ve anticipated that move, he was distracted in her presence, and her swift movements made good use of that. Clever.

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her into his embrace as he whispered “I was supposed to meet Rhys and Cassian half an hour ago.”

Gwyn chuckled “if you don’t want your ass kicked anymore you could just say that, you don’t need an excuse.”

Her head was under his chin now. He moved his hand up and down her back, and rested it on the small of her back. He whispered in her ear again “I don’t need to resort to tricks to get you to do what I want.”

He felt her shiver. Payback. 

“Let me take you to your room, Gwyn.”

She moved her head from under his chin to look him in the eyes “I’m going to stay for a bit longer, but you go.”

“Are you sure? You can kick the crap out of me some more, just say the word.” He said with a wink.

She smiled as she said, “I’m sure, I think one bruise is enough for the night.”

She remained silent for a little bit before she continued, “thank you for training me tonight, Azriel.”

He just smiled as his shadows winnowed him away from Gwyn, into his bathroom. Words couldn’t express what he wanted to say- everything for you, I never want to see you hurt again if I can’t be there, at least you can be there for yourself. So he chose to say nothing at all. 

Before he could meet his brothers, he needed to release the leftover tension. He closed the bathroom door, and took his throbbing cock in his hand as images of the beautiful copper-haired female flooded his mind. His release never came so quick, yet it only scratched the surface of the tightness he felt in his body. Not even his own hand could satisfy him anymore. Trouble.

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They met in the bar just outside of Helmerra. The dark-lit space was made entirely out of wood. There was a dance area, where the bar was located, and a more private area with tables and chairs to watch the lively scenery from a distance. Azriel’s favorite spot.

It used to be a weekly tradition. Life and love made the occurrence more uncommon than routine.

The music was booming so loud, he could feel the beat reverberate in his eardrums.

People swayed to the rhythm of the music. The amount of people in here was a problem waiting to happen.

Alcohol flowed as easily into mouths as the gossip that was being spewed.

Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian sat in their usual corner.

It felt like old times. The natural familiarity they automatically slipped into whenever they were together. The inside jokes and the natural understanding they all shared due to the years growing up together. They could be assholes at times, but he appreciated these moments.

Cassian and Rhys sometimes entered the dancefloor, but Azriel rarely did. He could dance, that wasn’t the issue. His mother was a gifted dancer and the scarce time they were allowed together she spent imparting some of her passion.

When she was only 18, Adelphi Black, met the love of her life on a busy marketplace. Every Tuesday she would accompany her dad to help sell their family business. For generations, the Black family gained their wealth from flowers. Their estate, Rosehall, was the only place a certain flower could grow. The unique soil and the air quality provided the necessary conditions for the Eralda to thrive.

Adephi was the oldest of two and therefore expected to take over the family legacy. In secret, she pursued her dream: to become a dancer. Even though they were better off than most in their village, Adephi was always drawn to the lavish and opulent promises of wealth. Ever since she was a little girl, she dreamt of the pearly possibility. 

That’s what drove her into the arms of the much older Illyrian male. He was charming at first. Lavishing her with gifts, attention, and promises. Her father was almost as enamored by him as she was. When he asked for her hand, he happily granted it, despite her predetermined future as flower heiress.

Her happiness was quickly reversed when she met not only his wife but also his two young sons. She was never meant to be his wife, only his mistress. The realization hit hard, especially with the baby boy growing inside her pit of despair.

When Adimus, Azriel’s father, found out about the growing danger to his good name, he arranged for the cell to be built. It was home for the first eleven years of Azriel’s life.

His stepmother, Haera, made sure no windows were installed, light was to be part of Azriel’s life for only one hour a week. His mum’s presence was even more rare: one hour a week.

That hour was when Azriel was happiest. It was as if his mother vowed to show him all the light in the world, not just from the sunshine that could finally hit his skin, but from the movement he wasn’t allowed, from the music he believed to be magic, and from the feel of another person’s love.

He loved dancing. Especially because it reminded him of his mother. He just enjoyed watching more than being watched. Being the center of attention was overrated, in his opinion. Careful observation was where the real power was. To listen to what was being said, and observe what remained unspoken.

People always thought they were so secretive, in their whispered affections and stolen touches, when one look would expose everything. He didn’t even need his shadows to bring light to the obscure, only his eyes.

That was one of the things he liked most about Gwyn. She unabashedly wore her heart on her sleeve. No mask, no pretense, only Gwyn. That made her the most mysterious person of all.

“What’s been up with you, brother? We’ve hardly seen you in the last couple of weeks. 

 Does it have anything to do with ‘too good for you’ Gwyn?” Cassian said with a snicker and a smack on his shoulder.

“Shut up,” Aziel replied with a shove in Cassian’s chest.

“You better know what you’re doing, Azriel.” Rhys chimed in.

Why didn’t they ever mind their own business? He knew she was too good for him, he didn’t need his brothers reminding him of that fact. The sentences did latch onto some other emotions Azriel buried deep. They took root and cast a shadow over his previously delirious and singular passion.

“It’s not any of your business.” He bit back. He was not discussing this with them. What he had with Gwyn was delicate and brand-new. He hadn’t even talked about it with Gwyn.

Time to change topics. Half of Rhys’ brain was perpetually occupied with politics- the other half with Feyre, and Cassian was always in for talking battle strategy.

Being focused was always more useful than being the focal point: “what are we going to do about the asshole who abducted Gwyn?”

“You mean ‘he who should not be named’?” Cassian said. 

“My dad had a meeting with the other high lords. He said there was another attack in the Winter Court. The whole village of Kincardine was slaughtered.”

All three brothers became silent. Paying respect to another fallen village. 

They were too late again.

“It was different from the other attacks. They were lethal, but they were hunting for something. There was always a specific intent. This time it was like they sent a message. They burned the whole village down with some kind of lightning strike. They even left a mark of the sun behind.”

“It is said to be the same mark they cast in the sky before they storm a village,” Rhys explained.

“We need to go to that village,” Azriel said.

“That was my next point.” Rhys interrupted.

“My dad is not sending more troops there. He wants to sent them to other villages he thinks will be next.”

“One of the sun sages was caught. He wants you to interrogate him.”

“Cassian and I will strategize how we can slip out and go to Kincardine, and get back without being detected.”

“You will meet us there when you’re done.”

“We’ll go tomorrow night.”

Azriel only nodded his head in confirmation. 

The night was already coming to an end. The crowd slowly made their way towards their beds again. Some their own, some to less familiar beds.

Azriel also opted for a different bed, as he stood in front of the now-familiar door. He contemplated entering. His shadow informed him Gwyn had been asleep for hours, but something felt wrong about violating her privacy- any further. So he took a deep breath and put the gift in his shadow.

The daily gifts stopped when they were outside Helmerra, continuing would make it undeniable they came from Azriel.

Now they were back, so he resumed his mission to make her room less empty. He never wanted her to feel like she lived in a cage without light.

He imagined, how her eyes lit up with every new addition to her life. How those teal eyes sparkled similarly those glimmering rays hitting the surface of the sea. That magical dance of light that seemed to transcend reality. It slightly melted away some of that ice his brother’s comments cast. He still tucked away the thought. He buried it deep, where it glinted quietly. A thing of delicate, secret beauty.

The day passed by normally. Gwyn had something called ‘Smut Sisters’, some kind of book club with Emerie and Nesta, and he read up on reports and prepared for the mission he would go on tonight after their date.

He planned this night since they got back. It had to be perfect. It was their first ever date. He thought long and hard about what to do, where to go, what to bring, and most importantly: what to say.

Azriel decided on the sea near Rosehall. He prepared a picnic on the cliff overlooking the big blue expanse, and another surprise.

Gwyn was speechless when they stepped foot outside of his shadows. That was a good sign, he thought?

“Azriel did you make me a picnic?”

“I didn’t know you were such a romantic.” She said half teasing and half pleasantly surprised.

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me.” He said with a wink.

Was that cheesy or sexy? He really hoped the latter. He wasn’t used to working this hard for a female, he never really wanted to, nor did he need to.

“This is where I grew up. My mom still lives close by.”

“I thought it would remind you of home too.”

“I love it,” Gwyn said as she took his face in her hands. Forcing eye contact.

He saw the sparkle in her eyes he so often imagined. With the mirror image playing out right behind her back. Gwyn’s eyes seemed to shine even brighter than the stars dancing on the water’s surface.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a little while longer before they sat down on the red checkered blanket Azriel put down shortly before he picked up Gwyn.

When he stood in front of her door at 7 p.m. sharp, he was not prepared for the magnificent sight that awaited him behind the door. Gwyn opted for a dark green silk dress that reached just below her knees, she wore a knitted white vest that clasped just in front of her chest. The sleeves were so long they covered her hands. She wore white sneakers underneath. The top of her hair was braided, leaving most of her hair to fall on her back.

Azriel decided to wear something casual yet formal, he landed on his black dress shirt, which he strategically unbuttoned so his silver necklace was visible and most of his tattoos. He wore simple black pants and his most non-traditional black shoes.

Maybe he should have dressed more casually, especially now that he was so uncomfortable on the blanket, but he wanted it to be special so he would endure it.

He picked up all of Gwyn’s favorite things: chocolate cake, lemon tarts, some kind of rhubarb tartlet, and soda. He brought extra blankets for when she got cold. He contemplated bringing another gift, but he decided to continue under the veil of secrecy. Maybe she wouldn’t accept them anymore if she knew they came from him.

Gwyn’s eyes became big as they took in the sight. “You did all this for me?”

“What are you going to eat?” she said jokingly.

“You better leave some for me Berdarra. I had to fight to get that chocolate cake.”

“Maybe you have to fight me for it. I’ve been training with a gifted Shadowsinger. And I recently acquired a dagger. I make quite the opponent, I’ll have you know.”

“I don’t doubt that.” He said with a smile.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the dagger that showed up in my room this morning. Or all the other presents that have filled my room, would you? She said with a glint in her eyes that he couldn’t place, he hadn’t seen it on her face before.

Oh no. He had been caught. Either she was too smart or he was not as skilled as he thought he was. Would he commit to the mystery, or admit to the reality?

After everything that happened, he promised himself -and more importantly Gwyn- he would be honest. Although he was building up to revealing everything, he could admit this. It wouldn’t be so bad. He had good intentions. She would see that. She would.

His shadows danced chaotically around them now. The one loyal shadow that always seemed to be drawn to Gwyn was floating behind her now. He could almost see its crossed arms and judgmental look.

“Yes.” He said. “I do.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“Why did you do it Azriel? You hardly knew me when the first gift came.”

That was partly true, but he wouldn’t tell her that tonight. He wasn’t ready for that conversation. He wasn’t ready to lose her.

“I wanted to…” his voice became more quiet as he searched for words to express everything he was feeling. He couldn’t smile his way out of this one.

“You deserved to feel at home.”

He hoped that was enough for now. He hoped she wouldn’t press him further. He was never good with words and experience taught him the less he said the less trouble his mouth would get him in.

“Thank you. That was really nice.”

She deserved the whole truth: “I bought the necklace as a Solstice present for Elain.”

“Then we broke up.”

“I wanted to return it. But then you moved into the priestess dorms.”

“I wanted somebody to enjoy it.”

“Oh.” She responded quietly.

Then she remained silent. As if her brain was working through all the new information.

After a little while she broke the tension “thank you for being honest.”

She sat down, folding her knees underneath her body. She held her hands out to pull him onto the blanket as well.

“This is lovely, Azriel.”

She moved closer and wrapped her hands around his scarred fingers. Giving them a light squeeze, as if saying, thank you.

“What’s your favorite color?” she suddenly blurted out, shattering the tension that was building up in the air. It did nothing to lessen the desire that always flooded his veins, her proximity only made it more all-consuming. Even though he made sure to visit the bathroom to clear his head (both of them) before picking up Gwyn.

“Blue.”

“Not black?” she joked.

“That’s my last name, actually.”

She laughed now. A proper belly laugh that reverberated through his soul. Was there a nicer sound in the word?

“Of course it is.” She said in between laughs. 

“Why do you say that” he said with nothing but peaked interest.

“You only wear black, your shadows are black, I am willing to stake my new dagger on your whole room being black. Black bedsheets, black curtains, black wardrobe, black bed. Your sarcan is black.”

“I’m just saying, it makes sense.”

Shit. She was right.

“Maybe I’ll show you, maybe I’ll continue the mystery.” He said with a smile.

He hoped he could prove her right one day. But only when she was ready.

“Would you like to dance, Gwyn?”

That took her by surprise. That made two of them.

He stood up and took her hand in his. There was no music but he could swear a faint beautiful sound danced around them. He listened to the sound and hummed along. Gwyn seemed to pick up the tune just as easily. Could she hear it too, he wondered?

He placed his other hand on the small of her back. He used the movement to pull her closer to his moving body. He took her through his favorite dance, the Quake. Its swift yet intimate movements made it perfect for their first dance.

Gwyn was quite tall for a female, yet she still barely reached his chin. She rested her head on his chest. He almost forgot he had another surprise.

After dancing until his feet hurt in what he thought were comfortable shoes he asked: “Gwyn, would you like to go for a swim?” 

“I didn’t bring any swimming clothes!” she said with a look in her eyes that seemed to say ‘this is why I don’t like surprises’.

He needed to think of something fast. “Why don’t you wear my shirt, it will cover most of your body,” he said a little bit proudly.

“Only if you feel comfortable! I’ll turn around.” He said quickly.

“Okay.” She said with a confidence he was relieved to hear.

He turned around and undressed his upper body. Once he removed his shirt, he held it in his scarred hand and reached it behind him. It was quickly picked up by a much smaller pale hand that rested her hand in his a little bit longer than was necessary. Sparks ignited in its wake. 

He moved down towards the beach, granting her space to change.

He stood in the water, where gentle waves drenched his pants. Which he very purposefully kept on, he was already afraid he made her uncomfortable with his bare chest. No need to further add to it.

His shadows warned him she was descending, so he flexed his muscles just a little bit. First impressions mattered.

“You can turn around” she yelled above the cresting waves.

So he did. Slowly he tried to prepare his heart for the sight of her in his clothes. But no amount of time could have readied his body or his mind for the absolutely breathtaking view that walked down the cliffside. Towards him.

Her long pale legs were barely visible under his black shirt. It was so big on her, that she practically drowned in it. She had rolled up the sleeves to reveal her delicate hands. She buttoned up the shirt to cover most of her chest but he could still see some of her freckles. How he loved those tiny brushes of sun. Her hair was braided and swayed in the wind. Her eyes shone bright in the moonlight as if joy added an extra layer of radiance to her teal eyes.

It felt as if his heart stopped beating. As if it was waiting to be dropped back to earth. Into his body. It felt like a dream. He was sure he actually dreamt about this moment once. If it was a dream, he prayed to the Cauldron to never let him wake up. He could live in this moment for eternity.

“You’re staring.” She said, as she suddenly stood in front of him.

“You’re beautiful Gwyn.” 

What else could he say to convince her of that fact? He didn’t want to scare her. But he also desperately needed her to know how celestial she was. Her copper hair that flowed in the air, her teal eyes that bore into his soul, her luscious lips he never wanted to leave him, her delicate hands that he wanted to be wrapped around his neck.

As she finally stood in his orbit, she pulled him further into the sea.

There was magic in the air, not the Helmerra kind, but the otherworldly kind. The waves were such a deep aquamarine not even Feyre’s painting skills could do it justice. The air was crisp and clear. The night sky was illuminated by thousands of stars. Normally starlight was not as visible because of other light sources polluting its radiance. They were now so far from civilization that it wasn’t a problem here. The stars danced in all their glory.

The water was up to her chest now, it barely reached his middle. His shirt clung to her body, making all her curves visible. He tried very hard not to stare. He focused on a spot just behind her head. Just so he didn’t see those full breasts that fit her body so perfectly.

He was very grateful his lower half remained underwater because his cock sprung to attention again. She moved closer to his body, as she wrapped her legs around his. He prayed she wouldn’t feel the growing effect she had on him. She rested her head on his shoulder and he couldn’t remember another moment he felt so at ease, so at peace. They drifted like that for a little while. Getting lost in each other’s touch and the rising movements of the sea.

It was a little while before Azriel’s second surprise joined their little pocket of safety. The familiar melodic growl took them out of their sole focus. Gwyn left his grasp and swam towards her sarcan. “Oh Mother, Blue? What are you doing here? 

“I missed you!”

Azriel couldn’t help but smile. As he watched Gwyn and that natural playfulness he adored so much. Blue and Gwyn resumed their easy companionship, as her shadow darted in and out of their synchronized movements.

Blue had been accepted into the stables for Helmerra sarcans. He visited her yesterday to set up the surprise. Sarcans could only communicate with their companion, so Azriel never got a confirmation other than a small nod, but he was sure Blue adored Gwyn as much as he did. 

“Azriel come over here!”

He swam over to the joyful duo- or trio? And watched the lighthearted scene that played out in front of him.

After an hour or so, he regretfully had to end the fun, as the bells were about to chime and he promised to get her back in time.

“Gwyn.”

“We need to go back.”

“Noooo, five more minutes.”

He smiled. “Sure, I’ll grab our stuff. Meet me on top of the cliff.”

As he made his way up, he looked back a couple of times. He wanted to imprint this memory so Feyre could perhaps paint it one day.

If Gwyn would reject him after he told her the whole truth, at least he would always have this.

He winnowed them back to the front of her door as promised. They stood like that for a little bit. Baskin in each other’s presence. Not wanting to be the first to break it off.

She moved a little bit closer. Then she stood on her toes and kissed him.

First his cheek, then his mouth.

She licked his lower lip, asking to deepen the kiss.

He opened greedily. Not wanting this night or this moment to end either. She kissed him deeply and fervently.

Then she pulled away.

“Azriel….”

“Yes, Gwyn.” Should he be amused or worried?

“…. You’re so good at kissing. And I….”

“… I have never kissed anybody before…”

“… and you’re so good…”

“… and I want to be that good for you too. So if I can anything better… or different…”

“Please let me…”

Was she serious? He had never had kisses that did that to his body. Cauldron he was hard just thinking about those lips. If this was all they would ever do, he would die a very happy male. Existing in her presence was more than enough, and he was grateful for every second.

He took a step forward and interrupted her by saying in a raspy voice “Gwyn…”

He delicately grabbed her neck, lowered his head, and whispered against her mouth “…yours have been the best kisses I’ve ever had.” He kept holding her neck as he turned them both around, lightly pushing her against the door. Never stopping the kiss, only deepening it. Then he smiled against her lips.

Before he stopped as his shadows whispered in his ear someone was in her room.

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Storytime

Day 5 and I'm writing more sad stuff. I'll be honest I was stumped for this prompt until I remembered one of my oc's was a historian and also Tamlin's half-sister, and so now we have slight angst and family fluff, plus implied Tamcien because that can't be left out. Hope you like!

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Tamlin Week 2023- Day 5- History/Isolation (Takes place during Chapter 4 of A Court of Threads & Daisies)

Storytime

Ever since his sister's ashes had been moved to a grave he'd seen the Ambrose family visit it daily. Ophelia would spend hours talking to it, Asteria watered the flowers around it and even if they visited Andras more often, he and Lucien had spoken to the stone with Daphne's name on it.

He'd yet to see Tamarand visit the grave since the day it was set. Until tonight.

Tamlin went outside to check for shadows. Since Nesta came to join them he'd been extra cautious to keep Azriel's little minions at bay. Mother knew the Night Court wouldn't have mercy on any of them if they knew they helped Nesta hide from them. He wasn't going to let them destroy Spring again.

There were no shadowy spies in the garden, and he intended to go back inside until he saw Tamarand kneeling on the ground in front of Andras and Daphne's tombs.

"There was no reason for such senseless cruelty, and many a fae now condemn the actions of the cruel Winter family but hindsight is a virtue only we possess, and so millennia ago this action was allowed and excused-"

"Tamarand?" Tamlin called out to him as he reached him. His brother was startled, his wolf ears twitching along with his tail. His emerald eyes like Tamlin's glowed in the dark of night, illuminated only by the moon.

"Oh, evening brother!"

"What are you doing here? You should be sleeping."

"I know. I shall head to bed once I'm done reading to Daphne. She always liked to review her materials before sleeping..."

Tamlin sat beside him. "I'll stay with you until the story is done."

Tamarand smiled brightly, as his sleepy eyes filled with joy. "Thank you! I'll be brief, I promise."

The High Lord cleared his throat, going back to the pages of the tattred history book. "Now where were we...oh yes!

The moment the current High Lord of Winter fell ill, his youngest son was locked up in the deepest darkest cell of the dungeon, and a mask of iron was placed upon his head. His older brothers hoped this would weaken him so much that the magic would pass onto one of them instead of him."

Tamlin remembered skimming through such a portion of Winter Court history. His mother insisted he should know a little about every court for diplomatic reasons. The story of the masked man resonated with him deeply to this day.

He'd grown fonder of it when he was alone in mannor for two years. Sure, he was unmasked now, and even with he curse his mask didn't cover his entire head nor did it burn to the touch, yet he was glad to be free of it all the same. The space was also wider, instead of a cell he had a mannor to roam, and yet...it felt just like the makeshift tomb this ancient Winter Lord was trapped in.

"This didn't come to pass, for when their father passed the magic quickly made its way through dark, and stone, and steel and iron, fueling the man who was to be the true heir of the Court of Winter.

Nothing can stand in the way of the Court's magic and neither could this cruel trap. Upon being turned High Lord and freeing himself, the masked man broke apart the object of his torture, waltzed up to his older siblings and turned them all into ice statues. Fatricide is one of the few things that can permanently make one tainted to not earn the High Lord magic so the masked man did to his siblings as they did to him, and left them alive yet isolated.

To this day those ice statues can be seen in the gardens of the Winter Court castle. No one knows if they still live, frozen in time, forever to pay for their cruelty.

If there is a lesson for the future generations to learn of this is perseverance. One could feel as trapped and alone as the masked lord once felt, but in time he was rewarded with what was rightfully his and he was able to take his vengeance and rule his court. Things can improve, once you break away from your mask..."

Tamlin was sure the last line didn't come from the book, as his younger brother wrapped his arm around him and let him rest his head on his shoulder. He appreciated it, the affection, the unwavering fate in him, it was all much more than what he deserved.

The graves were undisturbed, nothing but chilly night breeze could be heard as they stood ready to leave.

"If they ever come back, for you, for Lucien for me, even if the come back for Nesta...I'll turn them into statues, perhaps not of ice but of wood. Think they'll look nice out on the gardens."

Tamlin chuckled. "You don't need to do that. I'm the one they're after. It's not a loss if they take me."

"Tamlin, of course it is. We love you and none of us will leave you to fight the night alone. Don't forget that.

Now let's go back in, mama will scold us if we catch a cold. Plus Lucien must be missing your presence."

Tamarand left before he could retort that claim. With one last bow at his friend and sister's grave Tamlin went back to his room.

Like Tamarand predicted he came back to a sleeping Lucien subconsciously seeking out his presence while in slumber. He settled back in and was immediately cuddled.

From and empty mannor that he roamed alone to a house full of family members and loving friends he indeed was repeating the history of the ancient Winter High Lord. He wouldn't rule again nor did he want to, as his sibling was doing a magnificent job, but he would not complain if one day there were statutes outside made of oakwood that bore resemblance to a particular Court of Dreamers.

For now, he was content to settle for freedom and love.

#tamlin week 2023 #tamlin #Tamarand Ambrose #lucien vanserra #tamcien #mini fic #Day 5: History/Isolation

[surrealsuriel]

Bound with Fire, Forged in Flames (Elucien Fic)

Summary // Masterlist // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

A/N: See, I told you I wasn’t abandoning this work just cause I wrote a few one shots. I just needed some extra fluff to write in my life to balance out this chapter. I know it’s a shorter chapter but it is key to the plot and it goes best by itself. Sorry in advance!

Chapter Nine — Protea

Word Count: 1325

Elain

Once in Velaris, days began to pass without any news on what was occurring between the High King and Duke Vanserra. Was he still planning a coup now that he’d been exposed? Was Rhys planning a war against him and his armies? Who knew? Elain certainly didn’t.

Most days she felt like a ghost—aimlessly wandering the halls of the palace. She often tried to appreciate the beautiful architecture, but then she’d be reminded of her betrothed sitting in a war room somewhere in the same castle and felt bitterness again.

Lucien, Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel rarely left the war room these days except for sleep. It took a toll on all their wives and lovers, but Elain still felt incredibly jealous that at least her sisters got to see their husbands at the end of the day. Meanwhile, Elain wasn’t even sure she could call her betrothed “her betrothed” anymore. She felt wholly useless and clueless, and she absolutely hated it.

Another day came and went with no word from anyone and Elain felt like a ticking time bomb. She knew that Feyre and Nesta knew what was going on, both because their husbands were the ones behind everything and because they were often let into the war room, as well—seen as equals with the men. Why hadn’t Elain been invited? Sure, her sisters had already faced horrors of the world and they knew the ins and outs of politics, but they had gained that knowledge through bloodshed experience. Elain wanted to be in the room with them—with him.

Every time she saw Feyre’s worried brow or Nesta’s steeled gaze she wanted to scream at them to let her in, to share the burden with her. But she saw them just as little as she did the boys. As Elain ate her breakfast all by her lonesome, staring blankly ahead of her, she had the sense of mind to ask the date from a nearby servant.

His answer filled Elain with a white rage that prompted her to spring up from her chair and begin her search for Lucien, finally.

If they had remained at the Archeron estate, their wedding would have been in three days time.

Lucien

Lucien blinked the bleariness from his eyes once again as he took in the messages Azriel had gathered from his spies about his father’s court. The past few weeks had flown by in a blur of strategizing and, frankly, arguing over what to do about his father’s betrayal. Sometimes the conversations wandered to what to do with him, but thankfully Feyre was always nearby to defend his honor.

Lucien had always been skilled at the matters of the court, but war and battles had never been his strong suit. He was trying his best to be useful to Rhysand, but his knowledge of his father’s armies began and ended at knowing they were “big”. He recalled the scoff Azriel had let out when he said that in the war room, “Thank you for the enlightenment, Vanserra, we are all saved.” Lucien had burned at the use of his last name like it was an insult. Things had been getting more and more tense in their war room as of late— Lucien tried not to take it personally.

The most heated debate that had been held in that room as of late was that of his brother. None of them liked Eris very much, and Lucien definitely didn’t like him, but when he had coke to Lucien for help, he had spoken truthfully. Unfortunately, he also had used that rare moment of honesty to vie for himself which is what Rhysand was taking issue with.

Eris had sworn that, should their father attack the High King, he would plan a coup of his own against his father. Eris just requested that in exchange for his loyalty to the crown, he would be made the next Duke and would have help ascending to this position. “How convenient for him,” Cassian had growled, and Lucien couldn’t help but agree.

He dragged his hand over his face, trying to calm his thoughts. His mind immediately supplied him with the image of Elain. Gods, he was pretty sure he hadn’t actually spoken with her or really seen her since arriving in Velaris. As if sensing his guilt down some magical bond, a knock sounded at his door. He hoped it was Elain, but the knock had sounded a bit angry, rough and loud, that he sort of assumed it would actually be Azriel. He didn’t hide the delight from his features when he opened the door and came face to face with none other than the woman of his dreams. His smile dropped when he saw her expression, and realized that her mood matched the tone of her knock—angry.

“Elain?” he simply asked in lieu of asking her what was wrong or greeting her too joyfully. Huffing, she moved into his rooms, shoving past him. The door clicked shut as he turned around to her accusing finger waving in front of him.

“Do you have any idea what day it is?” she demanded. He weighed his words carefully, wishing he had kept any sense of time since arriving here. “I’m so sorry, my lady, no. Did I miss something?”

For a second, her anger flickered to reveal a deep sadness, but then her face scrunched up in anger again. “If we were back at home, we would be getting married in three days, Lucien! THREE DAYS!”

Lucien felt terrible that their wedding would obviously be pushed back, but he still didn’t fully understand where all this anger was coming from. “Elain, I’m truly sorry for not being around enough as of late. I, too, wish we could return to your father’s property and participate in the wedding of our dreams, but,” he sighed heavily, “I have duties here. Duties to the High King. Duties that will determine our future.”

Her angry facade fully shattered at that. Her eyes welled with tears before him, “What about your duty to me? Is that no longer important now that you’re estranged from the father who forced you to be with me?”

Lucien’s mind went blank as he finally understood the full scope of her worries. She thinks I don’t want to marry her anymore just because it’s not arranged? He felt well and fully baffled, but with a start, he did realize that this was an option. He had already betrayed his father hundreds of times in that war room and had surely lost any birthright he had from his name. He was free. Free from his family, free from his expectations, and free from all that his father demanded of him.

Lucien had a choice to make. For the first time in his life, his next move was wholly his. He looked down at the woman in front of him. She so often consumed his thoughts now, but he had spent years stubbornly set on never marrying before he met her. Up until his father had forced his hand, Lucien swore to himself that he wouldn’t even fall in love ever again. Am I in love with Elain? he wondered. Am I in love with her enough to give up everything I had planned for my own life until she entered it?

“I didn’t- I didn’t consider that, in truth,” he admitted, still shell-shocked by the realization that his future was now his own. A single tear fell down Elain’s face, but he saw her steel herself as she told him, “Well, now that you’ve utterly ruined me, I suppose you have a choice to make.” With that, she stormed out of the room. He tried not to wince as she slammed the door behind her. It took more effort for him to ignore the pang in his heart at the loud sob she let out the second the door shut behind her.

A/N: ANGST!

#elain #elain archeron #lucien #lucien vanserra #pro elucien #elucien #elucien fic #elucien fanfiction #acotar #lucien x elain

[lorezhaze]

Searching for a partner for a Medieval RP.

21 NB (he/they), looking for 18+ literate writers interested in a Medieval Fantasy rp, mxm OCs (my OC Lucien).

I have two plots that I’m interested in exploring: 1. The King allowed his son (Lucien) to be abused by his painting instructor growing up, all this rage builds up and explodes when Lucien tries to convict his instructor, but the King instead pardons the boy’s abuser during a set of public trials outside the castle. Lucien, a teenager and young Prince at the time, kills his father in front of everyone, unintentionally becoming King himself from then on. Despite exiling his abuser after the bloody trial, the then Prince, now King is seen as cruel and scary, not to be crossed even nearly ten years later. Meanwhile, a citizen with a sick sister is caught stealing medicine. Being on trial with King Lucien is scary enough, but medicine thieves in particular are known to be punished heavily, since the Princess, who is one of the only people thats kind to the prince-now-king, makes a majority of the medicine available. During a public trial, the thieve’s mother pleads for his life and Lucien realizes that the thief is someone he knew, that he had recognized those fearful eyes from somewhere else. He was amongst the crowd when he killed his own father. He spares the thief, and allows the best doctors to treat his ill sister. As long as he works directly for him in the castle until his debt is repaid. 

2. It is tradition for the royal family to keep their children within the gates of the castle and away from the public eye until they are grown enough to handle it. The Princess was introduced to society at the age of 13, but every year the reveal of their younger and troubled son (Lucien) his delayed for various vague reasons. Everyone is both eager and suspicious, which doesn’t help matters. This is when the royal parents essentially give up when the boy turns 21, allowing him out with no announcement to the public. While practically frolicking through the flowery fields, enjoying the feeling of the grass and the new sights, he has a love-at-first-sight moment with another boy (your character). This is just an ordinary boy from a hard working family, and since the Prince was never revealed, he has no idea the boy he’s immediately smitten with is the Prince everyone is eagerly awaiting to meet. That is until he finds out, obviously.

Let me know if you’d like me to send you Lucien’s bio. I’m finishing it up so eventually I'm going to post it separately and have it linked to this post. 

About Me:

- Lo, 21 NB (he/they)

- I’m taking a break from college and have a part time job with varying hours, but I should be able to get in a few responses a day at least. I prefer partners that can at least give a response a day, but if you communicate with me about your schedule and/or pace we can make things work! 

- I love really anything; Smut, fluff, slowburn, angst, wholesome/lighthearted, dark. I don’t have many triggers or limits, but I’d still like us to discuss any we have before we start. Please always talk to me before throwing a sudden dark twist. Communication is key!

What I’m Looking For: 

- I prefer a minimum of a paragraph for a response, but preferably a few (3rd person, unless I agree otherwise).

- I would love to get to know you outside of rping! I don’t have many friends, and I enjoy getting even the most random of texts. Go ahead and send me fanart, fanfic recs, playlists, edits, and other random thoughts, feelings or things! Pet pictures too pls. 

- No ghosting please! We’re both adults, if we don’t like something we can talk it out or say that we no longer are interested. 

- I’m willing to dabble both with fandoms and OCs. I love world building and AUs.

- I don’t feel comfortable with rping with minors in general, but most of my rps have at least NSFW undertones/themes at some point. I do like smut, especially paired with angst and certain dynamics, but if that isn’t your thing we can always keep it limited or fade to black.

Feel free to like this post or dm me if interested, we can add each other on discord!

#rp #rp partner search #medieval rp #roleplay #medieval roleplay #rp partner wanted #rp search #rp promo #roleplay finder #open RP #royal rp #royal roleplay #prince rp #oc #oc rp

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Mothered By a Mutant

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48746698

by Respecttheboss25

Dean, Damon, Klaus, Castiel, and the Nephilim head to New York to visit an old family friend. During this stay Dean uncovers more of his family history and why his blood is so special. During this trip, Dean's forced into a decision that will effect his relationship with his newfound family for the rest of his life.

Words: 13501, Chapters: 13/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Vampire Child

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Teen Wolf (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Damon Salvatore, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Rowena MacLeod, Stefan Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson, Lucien Castle, Hope Mikaelson, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Jean Grey, Logan (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Rogue (X-Men), James "Bucky" Barnes, Eileen Leahy, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Lucifer (Supernatural)

Relationships: Castiel (Supernatural)/Lucien Castle/Klaus Mikaelson/Dean Winchester, Logan (X-Men)/Damon Salvatore, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Stefan Salvatore/Lucifer (Supernatural), Elena Gilbert/Damon Salvatore, Hope Mikaelson/Jean Grey, Gabriel/Eileen Leahy/Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Dean Winchester is Not a Winchester, Dysfunctional Family, Family Secrets, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Protective Sam Winchester, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Eventual Smut, Good Erik Lehnsherr, Young Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Tags Are Hard, Developing Relationship, Parent Damon Salvatore, Lesbian Jean Grey, Bisexual Hope Mikaelson, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Character Death, Family Drama, Family Feels, Genderfluid Jack Kline, Good Peter Hale, Bucky Barnes is a Salvatore, Damon Salvatore Needs a Hug, Adopted Children, The Author Regrets Everything, Author Is Sleep Deprived

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48746698

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

[graceloveswolves]

Lucien Castle Oneshot

Your the youngest Mikaelson

PART 1

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I stared at the dead body that was alive minutes ago. I wiped the blood of my victim off my plump, rose tinted lips with the back of my hand. “Who’s ready for the next course?” My notorious brother Kol, said patting Niklaus’ shoulders.

“You’re all filthy gluttons!” The eldest Mikaelson brother said in disgrace. “And you remain ever the dullard!” Kol fires back in defense. “Such pretty clothes,” My sister said admiring her victims clothes. “What a shame they’ll go to waste.” Rebekah said standing up.

“Indeed it is.” I replied rubbing her shoulders in comfort. “Rebekah we have discussed,” Elijah sighed in frustration as she

“No, you’ve discussed this. None of us had any say in the matter. This lot were traveling somewhere, their cart is full of silks and finery, five of them, six of us. Where ever they were off to why can not we simply go in their stead? Surely we can come up with an excuse for the sixth passenger.” She suggested.

“Masquerade as nobles from a land we don’t know, whose customs we cannot begin to understand, ridiculous.” Elijah said, shutting down her suggestion. “Perhaps Rebekah is on to something Elijah. Even so why not take time to understand the nobles customs, surely we will have to understand the world around us one day.” I proposed.

“Yes! You saw the castle down the road, it was practically a gala!” Rebekah exclaimed, begging for Elijah’s approval. “This bunch were headed there the,” she stopped and pointed to the dead bodies on the ground, proving her point. “Look at them their not any better then we are!”

“I agree with Rebekah, we could live as they do, at least for a time. Elijah, we could live in plain sight, have a chance at ordinary lives,think of it.” Elijah stopped and turned his attention to the cart. “Silence!” He said hoeing a finger up.

I listened towards the cart and heard what got him on edge. There was a heartbeat. A very fast heartbeat. They were scared. My brothers crept their way to the cart. I stood next to Rebekah, weary of the events happening.

Elijah yanked the fabric off the cart, exposing a frantic boy trying to escape us. He jumps out of the cart and I run in front of him, scaring him with my incredible speed. He was absolutely handsome. I tilted my head at the intriguing human.

“Beautiful.” I murmured, as he looked at me with fear. “He looks like desert to me.” Kol said stepping forward. I glared at him, “Wait! Wait! Wait!” The magificanent human cried out, flailing his arms as a plea to stop.

I stepped in front of Kol, back turned to him as I put my hand up giving the human his wish. “Proceed my darling.” I said. “I can help you, now I am the personal servant to the Count de Martel!Of the very estate you just mentioned!” He pauses pointing to the dead bodies and the cart.

“I was sent to escort these guests to his home for a lengthy stay. I know their customs as well as the Counts habits. If you mean to pose as the family you have slaughtered here, then you’ll need my help to carry out your ruse.” He explained, I smiled, he was a smart one.

“Please can we keep him?” Rebekah asked. “Rebekah, no.” Elijah said. “Why not?! You heard him yourself, he’s more of a benifit then if nothing at all!” I said, siding with Rebekah.

“What is our most important rule?” Elijah asked. “Never leave alive someone who has seen who we are!” Everyone said except Rebekah and I. “Thank you very much, a practice that has served us very well indeed.” I looked at the poor human who was staring at me.

Elijah went to attack him but I pushed him behind me so he was in between Rebekah and me. “She has a point!” Finn said grabbing Elijah’s shoulder. “He may be of use.” Finn said. “Ah, proper family squabble!” Kol interjected.

I felt the human cling to my arm. I grabbed his soft hand in reassurance. “Perhaps we should put it to a vote.” Niklaus proposed. “All those in favor of letting him live?” He asked.

I raised my hand, followed by Rebekah, and Finn. “All those inclined to gut him?” Kol said raising his hand with Elijah. Everyone looked at Niklaus.

“Well Nik, What shall it be?” He said. I looked at the human and then back at Nik. “Please Niklaus! Please give him a chance.” I said, looking my favorite brother in eyes. Nik marches over towards me and looked behind me at the human who was clinging to me as if I was his protector.

“We let him live.”

#lucien castle x reader #lucien castle #the originals #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #fluff

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Hi , I was wondering if you chould take my request .The reader and Lucien Castle are into a relationship and they have an argument. Lucien thinks that the reader has cheated on them with Tristian and he yells at them and it makes the reader cry and then he understands that they didn't. And he makes up to them by hugging them tight and kiss their forhead.Ofc if you want and have time ❤.Have a nice day ❤ 😊

It was just a misunderstanding, I'm sorry love. | Lucien Castle x Reader

"This dress, or this one?" I hum holding up two different dresses, my boyfriend Lucien looks up at me. We had been going through my tons of dresses for almost an hour, this party Tristan was holding had to make me seem powerful, so I had to look the part.

"I don't know, dear, they both look good." he mumbles, Lucien had mentally left this situation maybe twenty minutes ago when I was stuck between my blue matte dress and my red, sleeck sequenced dress.

I ended up choosing a different pair of dresses, my grey long dress and my black long dress. They were basically identical "I don't understand why you have to look so good for everyone else." he sighs rubbing his dome annoyed at me.

"Well babe, if you wanted to seem powerful, powerful wife equals powerful life." I shrug "just pick one" I raise them once more "fine the grey one" he says "hm but I liked the black one." I look between the dresses.

"Fine choose the black one, you'll look ravishing anyways." his tone started getting more agitated with each word "don't pick that tone with me Tri- Lucien" I sigh, I had been stressed from the copious amounts of messages coming through from Tristan, the wardrobe malfunction didn't help.

"Rewind, did you just almost call me tristan?" he stands up "what no, Lucien you know Tristan has been blowing up my phone since his stupid party started." dropping the dresses realising Lucien's obvious jealousy.

"no you just said his name, why would you be thinking of him are you cheating?." Lucien raises his voice slightly "Lucien, baby it was just a simple slip up anyone could have made that mistake." I try to reason with him and he storms off "LUCIEN" I yell out to him but he had slammed the door behind him.

I burst into the room "GET OUT, TRISTAN OUT OF ALL MEN Y/N YOU ARE A FUCKING ATTENTION GRABBING W-" but before he could get that final word out, a tear rolls down my cheek.

I run out of the room crying, Lucien hadn't possibly thought through his words before saying them out loud and he wasn't that type of person which made me cry.

Falling onto the sofa, crying into it.

It took twenty minutes until I hear footsteps approach me, the sofa slumps towards one direction as Lucien sits down placing a hand on my back.

"you uh, you didn't cheat on me didn't you." he said in a polite tone, I look up at him with puffy red eyes "of course not, who do you think I am." I sob, Lucien wipes my tears away with his hand.

"I'm sorry, y/n, i just thought. You know these prophecies have me in a frenzy." he apologises "I know you would never cheat but I just get worried, maybe you would leave me." he continues "I'd never leave you" I say still sobbing.

"oh y/n, hunny." he said feeling bad for me, pulling me into a hug. I cry into his chest.

He pulls away looking at me, wiping my tears once more before gently placing his lips on my forehead. "It was just a misunderstanding, I'm sorry love." he mutters and I nod "I forgive you." I whisper "You know I don't like you crying, go get dressed and we can show them up." he smiles gently and I nod getting up to put my dress on.

#lucien castle x you #lucien castle #lucien castle x reader #lucien castle fluff #oneshots #the originals family #the vampire diaries #the originals #the mikaelsons #the vampire diaries universe #wattpad #tvdu #klaus mikaelson #tumblr #tvdu icons #tvdu imagines #tvduimagines #tvduedit #anti tvdu #tvd fandom #tvd universe #tvdu x reader #elijah mikaelson #tristan de martel #alaric saltzman #cw legacies #aurora de martel #niklaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson

[geminioriginalsimagines]

Dating Lucien Would Include

Requests:  hi, hope you're well! can you please do some lucien headcanons- preferably 'dating... would include'? Credits to gif owners!

Dating Lucien Would Include...

Dealing with his temper

Listening to his stories from his past

Picture his nickname for you is “Peaches” and picture it with his accent!!!!

He’s dominating but what do you expect

Sex in the penthouse and lots of it!!

He gets bored and when he’s bored he feeds

And when you’re bored you eat

Lazy days

He can charm you to just about anything

You hate when he plots against the Mikaelsons because you’re best friends with Rebekah

He teaches you many different languages

Walking around the house naked

Watching corny vampire movies together

He sleeps with his head on your chest

#lucien castle smut #Lucien #lucien the originals #lucien castle #lucien smut #lucien castle TO smut #lucien castle TO imagine #fluffy lucien castle #the originals #the originals imagine #stories #dating...would include #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries masterlist #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries fluff #TO SMUT #to fluff #geminioriginalsimagines #geminioriginalsimaginesmasterlist

[l-r-christian]

Title: 'An Original's wife'

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Vampire!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Protective!Elijah, A bit of smut, Jealous!Hayley

A/N: Another thank you fic for the following 🥰 I love doing these as a thank you and well be doing a part two

Hayley watched as four of the Strix members fell that had attacked Elijah and her as they were impaled by a small sword and lost their heads. The hybrid swallowed looking at a woman standing there dressed in a short long sleeved black dress that was tasteful low cut with red heels.

The woman had long black hair with seemly glowing red eyes, she looked breath taking stunning as she smirked not caring there was blood on her round cheek. Elijah let out a shuttering breath as Hayley was taken back from the hunger in Elijah's eyes as he stared at the woman.

"Shame, I thought your Sired would be stronger husband." The woman said in a thick Romanian accent as Elijah stepped up to the much shorter woman. With handkerchief in hand Elijah gently cleaned her cheek as Hayley was taken back by the heart eyes Elijah was giving the woman and the woman was smitten by Elijah.

"I apologize my wife, shall I find you someone stronger?"

"You jest husband. We must go I am afraid that Lucien has told Tristan that I am here." The woman says as Elijah growled lowly surprising Hayley as she saw Elijah pull his wife close kissing her deeply.

"Who is she?" Hayley asked once they got back to the Abattoir and right away Rebekah and Kol hugged the woman as Hayley stood next to Klaus.

"Y/N Tepes - Mikaelson, daughter of Dracula or as history knows him Vlad the Impler." Klaus answered Hayley smirking see how shocked she was as she looked at Y/N who's hands were being kissed by Elijah.

"Elijah is married?" Freya asked walking over having heard Klaus as she looked at Elijah's wife sensing she was a vampire.

"Yes and Tristan hates it."

"Why?"

1002, Southern France, Court of Marseilles

There was excitement though out the castle getting the Mikaelsons attention as they headed to the court as men came marching in with a gorgeous woman following behind. Elijah swallowed as he felt his breathing stop as the woman's beauty had bewitched him.

"Lucien, who is that?"

"That would be Princess Y/N Tepes, Lord Tristan's betrothed. She is the daughter of the most powerful man, his Majesty Dracula." Lucien answered Elijah as his mocha eyes met her lovely red ones making her heart skip a beat as her face flushed.

Of course Elijah had began meeting with the young Lady in secret, Elijah pushed Y/N up against a wall of her bed chamber as she was dressed in nothing but a nightgown while Elijah's lips met hers hungrily.

"My Lord, I must admit something." Y/N says her chest heaving as he lifted her up pressing closer as he peppering her neck with kisses and bites. Since their little affair, Elijah had been only drinking from her and Y/N drinking from Elijah when they learned about one another's nightly activities.

"Yes my Highness?"

"I have told my father of our affair and that I wish to marry you....how you and your siblings are like us." Y/N tells Elijah cupping his face as Elijah looked up at her surprised. Dracula was surprised to receive a letter from his only daughter about what happened between her and Elijah so Dracula gave his blessing as he rather have her marry another vampire than some lowly human.

"What of the Lord Tristan?"

"He wishes to marry me for my beauty as for you only wish to know me."

"Then I shall marry you, my Highness. Now allow me to show you what a husband can do." Elijah said lowly before thrusting up into her kissing her deeply swallowing her loud cries as he ravished her body.

"Elijah stole Tristan's fiancee?!" Hayley said surprised as she didn't think Elijah was the kind of man to steal another's woman. Hayley looked over at Elijah and Y/N seeing him place small kisses on his wife's face as she giggled.

"Yes, her father welcomed us in his kingdom with open arms. Vlad was a cold man but seemed to like Elijah better over Tristan."

"You knew Vlad the Impler?"

"We did. Elijah and Y/N married the following spring, we stayed for over 50 years with the King." Klaus says smirking remembering the nights Elijah and hybrid spent with King in his war room or how the King became more of a father to them than Mikael was.

"I can't believe it."

"Well believe it as Tristan is still sore about the whole thing."

"Can't say I don't blame him." They heard Lucien say as the vampire stepped into the Abattoir as Elijah was quick to move infront of his wife.

"Lucien why are you here?"

"To warn that Tristan is in town and looking for Elijah." Lucien says as he stepped up to explain and Hayley crossed her arms jealous with how Elijah was very much smitten with his wife.

A few days later Hayley was surprised to see workers walking in with a coffin as Y/N was directed them down to the basement. Hayley looked seeing Elijah and Klaus talking.

"Tristan seems to have brought Aurora also." Klaus says as Elijah hummed looking down seeing his father-in-law's coffin had arrived along with other family heirlooms.

"Elijah, Klaus what is going on?!"

"That Hayley, is Dracula in that coffin. Asleep along with Tepes's family heirlooms." Klaus answered looking down seeing Y/N had open the lid of the coffin as inside was a ash gray Dracula. Y/N cupped her father's cheek rubbing it with her thumb smiling at how peaceful her father looked.

"And the two other coffins?" Hayley asked as Elijah looked over seeing the coffins.

"One is hers and the other is her older brother, Alucard if I remember right." Elijah says watching his wife close her father's coffin before opening her brother's.

"You are comfortable having those bodies in the basement?"

"They can't be woken up unless blood is dripped on their lips." Elijah says moving to follow his wife down to the basement along with Klaus as Hayley followed too. Y/N held the wrist of a bleeding woman over her brother's mouth and the three watched as he sat up sinking into her neck waking up.

"Hello dear brother."

"Little lioness, you woke me."

"Of course Alucard." Y/N says watching him get out and stretch, Hayley felt her breathing hitch seeing how gorgeous the blonde looked. While Y/N took after their father, Alucard took after their mother but both were still equally dangerous.

"Father still asleep?"

"I think it is best he stays asleep. The Church is still looking for him." Y/N says as Alucard looked to their father's coffin before looking to Elijah and Klaus.

"Hello Elijah, Niklaus. I trust you have been taking care of my sister?"

"I have. Slept well?" Elijah asked teasing as Alucard smiled letting out a chuckle while Hayley saw how ethereal the two vampires were as they reminded her of the old vampire movies.

"As Elijah found you could bare him a child?" Alucard asked his sister standing with her watching people dance. Rebekah wanted to throw a ball to celebrate the older vampire waking up.

"I have yet to tell him as Tristan has been trouble." Y/N tells her brother laying her head on his shoulder as Hayley frowned listening in watching their eyes follow Elijah who was holding Hope.

"Our niece is lovely."

"Yes, she is. Hope has gotten into the habit of clinging to Elijah." Y/N says smoothing out the botton down Alucard wore and Hayley left not wanting to listen in any more.

Of course Alucard was more than happy to help the family with the prophecy and the Strix as he settled in comfortably with the family. Elijah sat with his wife in his lap as they were out on the balcony enjoying the temporary quiet.

"Have you thought of children?" Y/N asked as Elijah set his bourbon aside wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I have as Alucard had a long conversation with me about us having our own." Elijah says kissing her neck as she sighed smiling laughing at how her brother was playing cupid.

"Maybe when we are done with we should try?"

"I love that dear but for now let me enjoy having you to myself." Elijah says pulling a giggle from Y/N as he stood up taking her to bed to indeed enjoy having her for a little while longer.

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson imagine #Elijah Mikaelson x reader #Elijah Mikaelson fluff

[rere-the-writer]

Can you do one where the reader is married to Klaus, she’s pregnant but they already had a two-year-old daughter, but aurora kidnaps the reader out of jealousy which infuriates the whole family? (the reader is a witch/ Hope and Hayley never happened)

Yes. I enjoy writing Klaus going to slaughter everyone

Warnings: Over protective Mikaelsons, Klaus being Klaus, tooth rotting fluff at the end

You sat with your two year daughter reading to her while waiting for the family to return home. Your daughter was a surprise to you and your husband but Aster became a welcome addition to the family.

You were a witch that married Klaus Mikaelson over a 60 years ago which your husband loved to joke that you don't look a day over 22. Now you were pregnant with Klaus's son something the Mikaelsons was excited for.

"You're going to be a big sister soon Aster." You told the girl watching the two year old lay her head on your belly listening to her baby brother move.

There was a crash down stairs and you were quickly hiding your daughter with magic where only Freya could undo it. You stepped out seeing Aurora standing there which didn't surprise you as the female vampire was determined to get your husband.

"I am giving you a chance to leave Aurora." You say as she glared at you and you saw the jealousy in her eyes. You knew who she was, Klaus's first love but Klaus had told you that you were his true love.

"You stole Nik from me."

"I didn't steal a thing. Nik had simply chosen to move on from you." You said looking at her with careful calculating eyes. There was a reason Klaus called you his Queen and you were a powerful witch that had the covens second guessing from attacking the family.

You belong beside Klaus as he would say and adored showing you and Aster off much to your amusement. Kol and Rebekah loved calling you Queen of the castle seeing just how much Klaus loved you.

"He belongs to me, witch!"

"My husband belongs to no one. One last chance Aurora."

"No Nik is mine and you are in the way!" Aurora said coming at you as you gave her an brain aneressum making her fall holding her head. You let out a ylep as Aya caught you after knocking you out.

"Thank you Aya. Now take care of her."

The family came home noticing how quiet it was. Freya sucked in a breath feeling the magic you left over and quickly headed up stairs undoing the spell you did with Elijah following.

"She is gone!" Kol said after checking the compound, Elijah frowned coming down carrying a sniffling Aster as Klaus pacing anger flooded him as thought of who could have taken you.

"Surely she wouldn't leave? Y/N would never let Aster from her sight." Elijah says looking to Rebekah who was calling you. They all saw your phone on the stairs ringing as fury flooded them at who ever dared to take you.

"Hello all. Ho....." Lucien was cut off by Klaus pinning him against a wall hand around his thoat. Elijah covered Aster's eyes with his hand confusing the girl making babble grabbing her uncle's hand. Rebekah and Kol joined Klaus in cornering Lucien.

"Where is my wife? You better tell the truth or I'll let Rebekah flay your skin." Klaus says as Freya covered Aster's ears so the girl won't hear the threats.

"Oh.....is....the Queen missing?.....I wasn't aware." Lucien choked out flinching when Kol smirked leaning in.

"If you know something best speak or we start removing limbs."

"Aurora.....came...asking my witch...to lower the safe guards....she took Y/N." Lucien said as Klaus let go growling deeply eyes flashing.

"Aurora dies tonight."

You huffed sitting in a comfortable chair rubbing your belly as much like his father, your boy was restless. While you were taken by Aurora, you were placed under Tristan's watchful eye who made sure you every comfortable which you knew why.

"Congratulations on having a boy. Mik is every lucky."

"Cut the noble act Tristan. You and I know you want the baby and your sister wants me dead."

"A smart one aren't you."

"I am not Nik's Queen for my looks." You say glaring at the vampire as he looked at the dead vampires that had tried moving you.

"Yes well Aurora wants that title. Sadly you are on the throne."

"I am aware. And it sounds like the King has came for me." You tell Tristan smirked hearing the sounds of screams reached their ears.

"Nik! You came to see me."

"Where is my wife, Aurora?" Klaus growled glaring at the female vampire as the family went searching killing anyone in the way.

"Do you really need some boorish witch? Remember how much fun we had? Now she turning you into something you aren't."

"Aurora, I am not playing any of your games." Klaus growled eyes turning yellow as Aurora pouted crossing her arms.

"But Nik! She is keeping us apart! But if you must know I handed her off to Tristan. You know he always wanted a son."

Klaus surprised her by slamming her against a wall his hand around her throat growling deeply.

"If your brother touches a hair on my wife's head I will lay to waste all you know." Klaus growled as Aurora shuttered flinching when Klaus squeezed.

You jumped hearing a body drop as Elijah stepped into the room cleaning his hand looking at you smiling then looked to Tristan.

"Why am I not surprised to see you here." Elijah says stepping over a body looking you over making sure you weren't harmed then back to Tristan.

"Well Aurora promised me the boy." Tristan says as you covered your belly as Elijah narrowed his eyes.

"I see. I'll be leaving with her now." Elijah said as it happened quickly and Tristan's body hit the floor from his neck being snapped.

"Y/N are you alright?"

"Henrik and I are fine." You say standing as Elijah paused looking at you seeing a smile on your lips. You hushed him before he said a word.

"Keep quiet about it please."

"Of course." Elijah says leading you out as Kol rushed to your side with Rebekah both fuzzing over you. Walking out to the main room you found Klaus standing in the middle of dead bodies and Aurora layed on the ground her neck snapped.

"Nik." You called out softly getting his attention right away as Klaus took you up into his arms kissing you. Klaus buried his face in your neck taking in your scent while cupping your belly.

"Let's get you home love."

It was nice for you to be home sitting on the couch in front of a warm fire with a blanket over as you knitted having both Kol and Klaus listening to your son. Aster cuddling her favorite uncle, Elijah gently reading to her while sitting in a rocking chair. Freya and Rebekah cuddled up on the another couch all of you enjoying the calm.

"Have you thought of a name?"

"I have Beka. I was thinking Henrik would be a good name." You say softly as they froze looking at you then soft smiles came on their faces.

"That is a prefect name love." Klaus said kissing your head as you smiled gently soaking up your husband's warmth happy that you made them happy.

#rere's stories #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #the originals x reader #the vampire diaries imagine

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

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One-shot ~ over 1000 words

Series ~ 6+ parts

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[walkitoffsoldier]

Hello! 👋🏻 Here is where you can find all of my The Originals works 😊 Do not post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise! 18+ only!

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(Includes all the TO characters I write for; non-bold ones are upcoming)

How You Meet

You Start Hanging Out

Another Teammate Finds Out They Like You

They Get Jealous (pre-dating)

You Get Jealous (pre-dating)

Watching A Movie Together (pre-dating)

They Walk In On You Changing (pre-dating)

You Walk In On Them Changing (pre-dating)

When You Cry (pre-dating)

When They Cry (pre-dating)

They Tell You They Like You

First Date

First Kiss

How You Cuddle

They Walk In On You 👀

You Walk In On Them 👀

First Time 🔞

Niklaus Mikaelson

love the way it hurts 🥀🔞

clarity 🥀🧸

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebecca Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

table top 🧸

Freya Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Jackson Kenner

Marcel Gerard

Camille O’Connell

Davina Claire

Vincent Griffith

Lucien Castle

Aurora de Martel

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