#lucien fluff

[pit-and-the-pen]

Spring Meadow

I have not been able to get soft Lucien out of my head all morning so heres a super fluffy fic about our boy being absolutely in love with you.

Lucien X Spring court!reader

Lucien deserves the absolute world, boy has been through enough. 

Warnings: None

WC: 1.6k

Lucien never regretted his decision to come to the spring court. The cruelty of the Autumn court gave way to something sweeter. Autumn always reminded him of death. He saw it in the trees that constantly shed their leaves, in the terror of everyone in the court. Worst of all, he saw it in his brothers. Fear seemed to permeate the air wherever you went and his family wore it the most. Cloaked in gripping fear of their own father. When he arrived in spring, it was like he could breathe for the first time in his life. Flowers bloomed and birds sang cheerful songs. The lords and ladies of the court would smile at each other as they passed. Spring reminded him that he wanted to be alive. 

Of course, he also had you. He had never intended to fall in love. Heart still in tatters over Jesminda, love was the last thing on his mind. But there you were. One of the ladies of Tamlins court. He found you in the meadow he frequently hid away in. Weaving flowers into a makeshift crown, basking in the first few hours of sunlight as it crested the horizon. The willow wisps seemed to sing a special song just for you. 

He can still feel the shock run through him, blinking hard as if he might wake up from a dream. Lucien decided that if it was a dream, he would happily never wake up. You startled as he cleared his throat. Hands pausing your work as he introduced himself. He swore he felt his heart stop dead when you smiled at him, giving him your name. 

That’s when it all started. It wasn’t an all consuming fire but a slow ember that he nursed into something roaring. You were patient with him as he figured out how to let his guard down. A comforting shoulder when days got too heavy for him to get out of bed. Those were days you would curl up next to him, hands deftly braiding his hair or reading him one of your favorite books. Those were the days that Lucien knew he was falling in love with you. 

Today was one of those days. You managed to pull him out of bed and the two of you stood in the kitchen. Flour streaked across your face as you kneaded the dough ball in front of you. Giving it a small smack, you put it in the bowl next to you and draped a wet towel over it. 

“There, I have an hour before I can bake it.” You washed off your hands and walked over to where Lucien sat on a stool at the counter. You patted his thighs and he parted them enough for you to squeeze yourself between them. With care, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. “What would you like to do today, Lu?” He wanted nothing more than to just crawl back into bed. Hold you in his arms until his thoughts could do anything but swirl around angrily in his head. But you had told him you wanted to get out of the house today so he instead said. 

“What about a picnic in the meadow?” He suggested. He wished he could bottle that look in your eyes, pure wonder and excitement. 

“Absolutely. Once the bread is done I’ll make us sandwiches. Oh and I’ll cut up some of that fruit from last night.” You chirped. He gave you another tight squeeze as you started gathering all the things you needed to bring. Lucien sat and stared at you. His heart squeezing in the best way possible. He pushed himself off the stool and went to your side, helping you pull out the fruit sent from the summer court. You instructed him on how to peel and chop the chosen fruit. His rough chunks were almost laughable in comparison to the shapes you cut into the fruit. He never understood how you made the various patterns you were able to cut them into, deftly cutting hearts and flowers. He helped you string them onto wooden skewers and squeezed the lemon juice on them so they wouldn’t brown, a trick you had taught him the last time you went on a picnic. You wrapped them up in a small towel and he went to grab your wicker basket from your room. 

Even your room made him smile. Organized chaos as you called it. Flowers covered as many surfaces as they could. You had used your powers to make honeysuckle creep up the walls, covering the wall by the window and swirling up to the ceiling. The white blooms fill the room with their sweet scent. He used to complain about the pollen dropping over everything but he learned to appreciate it over time. He even went as far as cleaning it up on days you were too busy to do it yourself. You always thanked him by peppering his face with small kisses when he did. 

He quickly located the basket he had been sent to find. He also grabbed one of your favorite blankets and the book you had been slowly reading to him. Both of you could have easily finished it on your own by now but he loved listening to your voice as you read it out loud, your voice wrapping around the words brought the story to life. 

When he walked back into the kitchen, you were bent towards the oven, pushing in the bread pan. Standing back up, you adjusted the top to your flowy sundress and untied the now dirty apron from your waist. You smiled at him as he held up the basket like it was a trophy. He was rewarded by the peel of your laughter. He wanted to wrap himself in the sound so he did just that, practically sprinting across the kitchen to embrace you. Hugging you so tightly he lifted you off the ground. He was rewarded with another string of giggles and when he sat you back on your feet your cheeks had a glowing blush to them. You stretched up onto your tiptoes and kissed him passionately. 

He let out a surprised noise as your teeth found his lower lip. You smiled into the kiss as he swept you off your feet, placing you on the kitchen counter so he wouldn’t have to bend down. Your hands found their way to his hair and the two of you got lost in each other. Eventually, you both need to pull away for air. Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath and he tried to ignore the way your tongue swept over your lips before he was tempted to forgo the picnic and drag you to bed for other reasons. 

He joined you, pulling himself up onto the counter. So close to you his thighs were pressed against yours. You picked up his hand and started drawing random patterns and swirls. The conversation flowed easily out of the two of you while you were waiting for the bread to finish baking. Its smell filled the room and made his stomach grumble. Luckily, before he could even think of making a joke about his stomach eating itself, the timer you had set dinged loudly. You grabbed a dish towel and pulled the perfect loaf from the oven. After letting it cool for a few minutes, you started assembling the sandwiches, cutting them into perfect triangles. Wrapping them in their own towel and adding them to the basket. You looked up at him, “All ready to go!” 

You all but pulled him to the meadow, a childlike sort of excitement as you babbled on about the newest gossip in the court. He didn’t really follow your words too much, too many names he didn’t recognize, but he held to every word you uttered. Savoring the sound of your voice. 

When you finally decided on a spot, he laid out the blanket on the dew covered grass. You sat crossed legged in the middle and started unpacking the basket. 

After the food was eaten, you laid down, arms holding your top half off the ground. Lucien placed his head on your thighs using you as his personal pillow and handed you the book before you could even reach for it. That action earned him a kiss to his forehead, your hair draping around him as you leaned down. You flipped to the page you had left off on the night before. 

Sitting out in this field, your free hand playing absentmindedly with his hair. Lucien knew that this was true happiness. Happiness that he had never felt before meeting you. Happiness he was terrified of losing but allowed himself to feel anyways. He would go to the ends of the earth to protect you and he knows you would do the same for him. His emotions suddenly welled up inside of his chest and he lifted his head off your lap. Your reading stopped as you went to ask him what was wrong, reading the tears in his eyes as something other than pure joy. He spoke before you could. 

“Can we stay like this forever.” He said, leaning closer into you. You kissed him, soft and gentle. 

“Of course my love.” You cuddled tighter to his side and pulled him into a deep kiss. He rolled you on top of him, and you pulled away to say, “We can stay like this for as long as you want.”

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Lucien and Night Court Emissary Reader who were falling in love pre-UTM but she had to break it off/start being cold to keep the cruel High Lord and Court ruse up/Velaris secret safe. Now he's come back with Feyre and sees the truth, is being rejected by Elain, and Reader can't bear to watch him pine after someone who doesn't want him when she's still miserably in love with him.

Angsty but happy ending please ❤️

Anything.

Summary: She's ready to do anything to get him back.

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A/n: babes. anon. my darling baby. marry me plis. i LOVED THIS IDEA so much i wasnt ready to write it because i thought i might never do it justice, but i think i like how this thing came out, so thank you thank you THANK YOU anon for this request 🥹🥹🥹

anywas, enjoy!

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Y/n watched him watch her.

Elain.

Soft, gentle Elain.

Nice, beautiful Elain.

Inconsiderate, unaware Elain.

Elain, who either did no care for who she hurt with her lack of decision making skills, or she genuinely had no idea that she was hurting her mate as she strung him along. Maybe it was just because of the sheltered and happy life Nesta provided for Elain, always keeping her away from the harsh truths of life, and while Y/n had admired that habit of her new friend, she could not help but resent her a little for it.

Y/n took a slow sip of the wine she held in her hand as she stared down from the dimly lit balcony at the ballroom floor, the twirling and swaying couples, wondering how the hell Lucien had changed so much.

So much that he'd gone from being hounded by pretty females falling at his feet and shoving their breasts in his face to get him to give them attention to begging for attention from someone that probably would not be able to tell if she was paining someone.

With a sigh, Y/n made to turn away, deciding that the sweet obliviousness was better than drowning herself in wine and bitter jealousy.

She felt his presence a moment before she smelled the night court high lord.

"Sister." He stepped forward, leaning his elbows onto the balustrade next to her. "Who hurt you?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, immediately relaxing in the presence of her older brother. "What makes you think someone hurt me?"

"Oh, are you telling me that you've decided to take up Azriel's job of brooding and glaring at people from a dark corner just for fun?"

Y/n said nothing, her eyes flitting all over the dance floor absently before settling on a head of fiery red that stood against the far wall, holding a champagne flute.

Rhys turned his head to glance at her when she sad nothing, then followed her gaze. "Oh. Did he kill your cat?"

Y/n released a frustrated breath. "Rhys."

"What?!"

"I don't have a cat."

"Oh my, I am sorry your highness."

Y/n was tempted to shove her middle finger in his face, and he might have read it on her face, as he huffed out a laugh. "Sorry. But come on. What happened? You know that you can tell me anything, right?"

Y/n turned away from the view she had been staring at, instead leaning her back against the railing, letting her head fall back as her arms came to rest on the expensive wood of the balustrade.

"I do."

Silence settled around the two siblings, comfortable and welcome, heavy with internal thoughts, filled with the music from the orchestra in the corner and soft humming from Rhys.

Before long, Y/n started humming along with him, almost subconsciously. She hadn't even realised it until after a few moments, and she smiled at the wall she now stared at.

"Y/n. I've known for quite some time now that you have been hiding something from me. If there's anything I can do for you and whatever you are doing, then please let me know. You don't have to tell me what it is-"

"It's Elain."

Rhys fell quiet, and Y/n sighed. "Come. Let's go somewhere more... private."

Rhys followed her quietly down the stairs and out into the hallway, letting her lead him to her room.

He did not ask anymore questions, nor did he speak, but Y/n could feel the intrigue and curiosity rolling off of him.

Y/n did not speak even when the two of them arrived to her bedroom, walking over to the small cupboard in the corner she stashed her favourite drinks in, including pineapple juice and champagne. She also kept a bottle of whiskey there in case her brother decided to give her a visit.

"So... what happened with Elain?" Rhys spoke as Y/n was pouring him a glass of whiskey, and Y/n steeled her resolve. There was no way she could keep it to herself anymore, because if she did, she would very likely explode.

And anyways, this was her brother. She could tell him anything.

"So... you remember how you sent me to that spring court ball to represent night court?"

Rhys nodded, his attention rapt.

"Yeah well, I met Lucien for the first time there." Y/n busied herself by popping open the bottle of some bubbling champagne, letting it slowly trickle out and into the flute she held, her eyes fixed on the little bubbles that floated from the bottom of the glass.

"He, of course, being the charming male he is, got me running after him. We talked that night. We talked till it was morning, till we knew I needed to return or else you would worry." Y/n smiled softly as she remembered the way she had made Lucien laugh till he was telling her to shut up because his stomach hurt.

"Oh." Y/n could see the pieces falling in place for her brother.

"Everytime after that when I told you I was going out to party all night, I was just travelling to the outskirts of spring court and just talking with him the whole night." Y/n blinked away the prickling in her eyes at that. "I started to fall for him, and he reciprocated."

Y/n let that marinate in the air a little before continuing.

"But then Amarantha came, took his eye. He pulled away, drawing into himself and shutting off anyone who tried to comfort him."

"But how come I never saw you with him?"

Y/n smiled sadly. "He had returned to spring with Tam, and I was trapped under the mountain. When he did visit, he would always hide in shame because he thought I would hate him after he lost his eye." She downed the rest of the liquor left in her glass, grimacing. "He did approach me once, and I..."

"Fuck." Rhys mumbled under his breath after a moment of silence, staring at her. "You told him to leave you alone, didn't you?"

Y/n closed her eyes, leaning back into her chair. He cursed again.

"He probably thought it was because of his eye. Or maybe that I was playing him all along. I don't know why, but he accepted it. Did not fight back. I let him believe it. I did not want him to get any more unnecessary unwanted attention from Amarantha. That was the only way that felt right."

Y/n opened her eyes to find Rhys bowed, his elbows resting on his knees as he clutched his head in frustration. "Fuck Y/n. I thought you were smarter than that."

Y/n sighed. "Apparently not."

Rhys reached out to grab the bottle of whiskey from the low table in front of them, drinking directly from the bottle.

Y/n simply watched him.

"Why are you getting so worked up over this? I thought you didn't like Lucien?"

Even just saying his name made her heart ache in longing.

Rhys stayed silent for a moment before standing, extending his hand towards her. "I might dislike him, but I can tell how much you like him. And your happiness comes above all else."

When Y/n stared at him and his hand, unmoving, he wiggled his fingers. "Come on, let's go get you your knight in shining armour."

Y/n's eyes widened. "What?"

He gave her a wicked grin. "Trust me baby sister."

Y/n thought over it for a moment. She knew whatever her brother's unhinged brain had come up with would probably be uncomfortable, but it would definitely help her out.

So, with an exasperated sigh, she stood, slipping her hand into his. "For everyone's sake, Rhys, I hope that whiskey hasn't gotten to your head yet and that you are not planning something stupid."

"Me? Stupid?" His grin widened. "Never."

Now that, concerned Y/n.

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Y/n knew she made a mistake when trusting Rhys the moment he led her to a secluded room in the house of wind.

He opened the door, shoved her in and then locked it behind her. She turned, slamming her fists on the door as she cursed at him. He only laughed, telling her to wait and be patient.

Y/n huffed, folding her arms across her chest as she took in the room he had brought her to.

It was a cosy, intimate place, with a circular table in the center of the room, two chairs on opposite sides of it. There was a huge spread of food on it, most of it she'd already seen in the living room earlier in the evening.

The entirety of the room was covered in nothing but candles, giving the darkened room a soft, romantic glow. And slowly, things started clicking for Y/n.

Rhys had gone to get Lucien.

Shit.

Y/n whipped around, frantically searching for a way out.

While she was still in love with him, in no way was she ready for the confrontation.

She knew he hated her for breaking his heart. There was no way he didn't. She hated herself for it. She did not know how she would go about apologising without it looking like she only wanted him after he'd found someone better.

The glass doors leading to the balcony were thrown wide open, the soft gauzy curtains fluttering gently in the breeze. Y/n stared out at the night sky mournfully. She had taken more after her father than her mother, and so while her brother was half illyrian and could summon wings, she could not.

Now, more than ever, Y/n cursed her father for not being a winged male.

The door was locked, and winnowing was out of the question. Begging someone to let her out would tire her out and make her get angrier, so that had to be scratched out too.

Looking around defeatedly as she accepted her fate, Y/n found a full body length mirror against a far wall.

Meeting her own eyes, Y/n walked closer, knowing that her brother would have left no exit way for her to run from the situation at hand. So there was only one thing she could do, and that was prepare herself.

She studied her own figure, turning this way and that as she smoothed down the nonexistent wrinkles from the skirts of her dark maroon gown that reminded her of Lucien in all his glory.

"You can do this." Y/n muttered in the silence of the room, staring intensely at herself as she pushed back her shoulders and took in a deep breath. "He deserves to know."

Not a moment later, the sound of a lock clicking open echoed through the room, and Y/n winced, turning in time to see Lucien stumbling in and then the door being pulled shut.

He grumbled under his breath, fixing and pulling on his sleeves. He glanced up, then stilled, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Y/n." He addressed her as he straightened.

"Lucien..." He stared at her, his eyes slowly and leisurely roaming her figure. The look in his eyes was just like the way he used to look at her fifty years ago, when everything had been right, perfect. It made Y/n blush, and she had to swallow in an attempt to peel her tongue off of the roof of her mouth. "How- how have you been?"

He met her eyes. "I've been good. Good enough to not die I guess. How about you?"

Y/n swallowed the guilt climbing up her throat like bile. Maybe it was bile. Damn, should not have drank that champagne. "I'm good. As good as I can be without you-"

"Don't."

Y/n looked down at the floor, her blush increasing in embarrassment as he took a look around the room, his golden eye clicking softly. "I'm sorry-"

Then his eyes flew to hers, accusation written in every angle of his beautiful face as his metal eye whirred. "Why did he bring me here?"

Y/n swallowed. "I- if you're saying that I made him drag you here, stop. I did not tell him to bring you here."

Lucien glanced around the room again with a skeptical look. "So he just decided that putting the two of us in the same room with such a setting would be funny?"

Y/n closed her eyes, forcing herself to speak the truth. "I... was just talking to Rhys and he found out that we were seeing each other before under the mountain happened, and he did this by himself."

Lucien scoffed, making her open her eyes to look at him. "And did he tell you why?"

"Lucien-"

"Of course, his brother's happiness matters far more than a bond to him. I just know he's doing this to keep me away from Elain to give Azriel a chance-"

"My brother is strictly against Azriel and Elain getting together-"

"Oh yes, your brother is a fucking saint who can never-"

"Lucien!"

He turned away with an incredulous laugh, walking to the balcony and leaning against the railing. "You've made your feelings very clear Y/n. You've hurt me enough for one lifetime. Leave me alone now. Let me wallow in hope and defeat."

Y/n followed him out. "You don't have to wallow alone." She mumbled, her voice quiet.

"And who will be with me? Feyre? Elain? You?" He laughed, a humourless sound that shot sadness straight to Y/n's heart like a bolt. "I'm always meant to be alone."

Y/n's heart broke right alongside his voice. "Lucien that's not the case."

"Then tell me what is, because as I see it, everyone seems set on hurting me or leaving me. Tell me. Tell me what the case is."

Y/n looked away from him, staring out over the twinkling light of the rainbow and the snake like Sidra cutting through Velaris.

He huffed, his disappointment evident as he followed her gaze. "Exactly."

Y/n was silent for a moment, contemplating the best way to explain without having him leave.

The best answer was to let all her thoughts free.

So she took a deep breath, composing herself, and began in a soft, calm voice.

"I still love you, more than anyone ever could. I hope you know that." Y/n felt his gaze returning to rest on her face, but she did not look away from the glittering Sidra, knowing she would lose her nerve if she did.

"Amarantha? She had taken a special interest in Rhys and me. Anyone who was found even remotely close to us, whether it be a courtier or someone we just talked to that day, ended up dead, tortured and beaten."

She swallowed, trying to not let those memories resurface. "You also had dug up your own grave. What were you thinking, telling her to crawl back to the hole she crawled out of?"

She finally removed her eyes from the Sidra, using them to glare at her past lover. He was not deterred, lifting his chin as he turned his body to face her fully.

"Nothing other than the urge to get you to safety. I was dumb. I know. But I don't regret it. Even if it cost me my eye." With a meaningful look, he mumbled out softly. "But it was no use, as it cost me you too."

Y/n stared at him, her nervousness long forgotten. "Lucien... why do you think I told you to leave me alone?"

"Because I lost my eye?"

Her eyes widened, and her brain practically stopped functioning. All she could do was whisper, "What?"

He gave her a look. "What? You told me to leave you-"

"Lucien I- no." She facepalmed, releasing a frustrated sigh. "No Lucien. That was not the reason why."

Lucien shifted uncomfortably, not saying anything. "I- thank you?"

Despite her efforts, a smile made its way onto her face, and she slapped his chest. "You dumbass. I pushed you away because I did not want Amarantha and her cronies targeting you because of our relationship."

Lucien blinked. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Y/n sighed. "Look Lucien. I... I know there were better ways to tell you to stay away, but I knew you would try your best to stop me from my instincts to protect you, and when you did not put up much of a fuss or even ask me for a reason, I thought you'd been waiting to get rid of me."

Lucien laughed then, a soft, pained but genuine sound. "Looks like we need to learn how to communicate."

Y/n smiled up at him, her eyes prickling a little.

He said nothing for a long time, just staring at her, his eyes swirling with an emotion that Y/n desperately wanted to name but was too scared to.

Y/n waited for him to speak, to move, to do something, with bated breath. He just looked away, releasing a breath.

"Lucien?"

He shook his head.

Concerned, Y/n went to touch his arm.

He recoiled, an Y/n instantly pulled her hand back, her heart breaking again.

"I- I didn't mean to make you uncomfotable-"

"No."

Y/n paused. "Um... No?"

"Why Y/n? Why now?"

"Because I can't watch you pine for someone who does not care while I'm still miserably in love with you!"

He shook his head, his eyes fixed on something in the far distance. "That's not- no. Y/n, I... you know I'm a mated male now."

Y/n reared back like he'd slapped her, and if she was being honest, it would have been better if he dd, because there was nothing in the world that hurt more than hearing that.

Y/n stared at him, trying not to feel betrayed.

"You- you're not mated, Lucien."

His jaw clenched, but he remained quiet.

"You, are not, a mated male-"

"Well I know that-"

"Then why do you pretend that you are unavailable for anyone-"

"I have a mate now-"

"Who does not want you!" Y/n screamed, her chest heaving. A dark look crossed his face, and his eyes hardened as he turned away.

"Thanks for the reminder that I'm unwanted, Y/n. Its almost like I'd forgotten."

Y/n kicked herself mentally, reaching for him. "Lucien, I did not mean that-"

"Oh you for sure did. Don't lie." He mumbled softly as he was stepped through the threshold into the warm interior of the house, like he was defeated, and Y/n wished that he'd screamed at her, fought with her, because that would definitely have been better than this torture of watching his shoulders curve inwards.

She stepped forward, her dress swishing around her legs, tears slipping out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her cheek into the defined muscles of his back, knowing her tears were going to stain the fine threads of his navy blue jacket.

"Lucien please." Her voice broke as she spoke, and he froze, letting her squeeze him tighter with every sob that ripped through her.

The two of them remained in that embrace for far too long and not long enough, unmoving and unspeaking, the only sounds her soft cries and his breaths.

With a jolt, Y/n realised he was crying too.

"Lucien, I need you. I need you so bad." She turned her head, digging her face harder into his back.

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding under her fingers from where they'd climbed up his body as the two of them cried.

"Y/n-"

"No. No, let me finish." Y/n sniffled, trying to get her voice to stop wobbling. "I love you Lucien, and it pains me greatly to see you get hurt by her."

"I'm used to it by now." He whispered. If it was even possible, her arms tightened around him more.

"Lucien I love you. I need you back. Come back to me, let her go." Y/n cried.

"It's not that simple my love."

Y/n's heart- whatever shattered remains were left in her chest by this point- froze at the term of endearment. He didn't even seem to notice.

Y/n just absorbed and basked in the normalcy in which he spoke, as if the two of them were back when everything had been okay fifty years ago. As if the last fifty years had never happened.

Like the two of them were not standing so close but were still so far away from each other.

"It could be if you wanted it to be." Y/n mumbled into his back, wondering if there was any way she could press closer still.

He sighed, his body relaxing as he let his head fall back. Then he turned.

Y/n had to force herself to breathe so as not to pass out as his eyes met hers again. They now swirled with so much more emotions than they had before.

He lifted his hand silently, letting his fingers trace the apple of her cheeks.

She did not let her arms fall from where they were now wrapped around his waist.

Moments passed.

Months, years, millenia.

Still, they stood in their embrace, quiet, lost in thoughts in the arms of the person they loved most, sacred bond or not, the moment only broken by him parting his lips to speak.

Y/n tracked the action eagerly.

"I... guess you're right."

Y/n blinked, her brain slow to process as she was so busy trying not to bite the soft flesh of his lips.

When she realised what he said though, her eyes flew to his, alert.

"What?"

He swallowed. "I just have to... tell her she can be free. That I won't bother her again. That will do it, right?"

Y/n blinked again, shocked at how easily he'd agreed.

He rose a brow at her.

"What, you think I don't love you still?" Her lips parted in shock at that, and his lips lifted at one corner. "You will need more than a few harsh words to make me hate you-"

Y/n did not let him finish.

His lips were soft against hers, moving in a rhythm more familiar to Y/n than the back of her own hand. And the fact that he kissed her back without any hesitation made her melt.

And, maybe, if possible, fall more in love with him.

The both of them were reluctant to pull away, but air was also a necessity, as much as Y/n was loathe to admit it.

She blinked open her eyes, finding him already staring at her, a small quirk to his lips and a blush on his face.

She smiled up at him shyly, as if she just hadn't been the one to initiate the kiss. She tried to hide her face in his neck, just like she used to do before, but he caught her chin between his fingers.

Just like he used to do before.

He grinned at her, nudging his nose against hers. "Look at that facade, getting all shy."

"Shut up." She mumbled.

His smile softened.

"We might have to start all over again."

She straightened, nodding. "I know. I'm ready to do anything it takes."

He smirked at her. "Anything?"

She matched his expression, standing on her toes to kiss his nose to emphasize her point.

"Anything."

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[shadowdaddies]

Can I request a drabble of Lucien comforting a reader who feels burned out and wishes for someone to comfort her when she cries without calling her weak or pushing her to solve the problem?🥲

yes, I needed this today (and I need Lucien in my life)🥺💜

What I Need

Lucien x Reader

Your throat grew impossibly tight, head falling into your hands as you collapsed onto the floor against the foot of your bed. Tears welled, breaths uneven as the panic surged within you. 

The room spun, and you forced your eyes open to try to ground yourself to your surroundings. Running your hands through the cool, soft carpet beneath you, you watched the flames dancing in the hearth. Quiet crackling embers reminded you of your mate, providing a brief reprieve before your heart began to ache for his presence.

Today had been too much to bear. Tasks and responsibilities were thrown at you left and right, everyone telling you how things should be done and how quickly. Heart pounded in your chest at the mere thought of everything left to be done, and the impossible expectations with which you were facing.

As though he felt you through the bond, Lucien winnowed into the room, his steps soft against the carpet before taking a seat next to you. Your head fell instinctively to his shoulder, soft lips pressing against your hair as your mate’s hand found yours, fingers winding together. 

Peace that you only found with Lucien flowed through you, every muscle and bone in your body relaxing with reassurance that everything would be okay. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he murmured, breath warm against your skin, thumb softly stroking the back of your hand.

Following a deep inhale, you blew a long breath, lip wobbling as you clutched Lucien’s hand tighter in your own. “It’s just too much,” you whispered. “The constant demand from everyone, and they think they know better, what needs to be done. It’s just so overwhelming, Luc.”

The tears you’d been holding back fell down your cheeks to Lucien’s vest, your body curling into his. His hand released yours in favor of wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap as he held you close. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, red hair falling like a curtain around you, shielding you from the rest of the world while he kept you warm.

A soft smile found its way to your lips, your own arms winding around your mate’s waist. “Just hold me, please,” you whispered, looking up to his striking features. His lips found yours in a gentle kiss, patient and passionate as your body melded to his. 

“Can I make you some dinner? Maybe run a bath?” he murmured against your lips, the taste of cinnamon invading your senses. You nodded numbly, allowing Lucien to lift you in his arms to set you on the plush mattress. 

He turned towards the bath, your hand reaching out to catch a toned arm as you pulled your mate back to you. “You will join me, won’t you?” you whispered, mouth curling up into a sly smile that Lucien reciprocated. 

“Of course, my little vixen,” he promised, pressing another kiss to your lips before setting off on his most important task of every day: loving you.

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[lyssasdrafts]

stupid in love — lucien x reader

modern au! fluff, alcohol consumption, lucien is a drunk idiot, mentions of marriage and eloping

based on this song <3 @saltnseas LETS GET MARRIED IN VEGASSS

when you and lucien first started dating two years ago, you never thought you’d end up together on a beach, drunker than you’d ever been alone in the middle of the night. you never thought your casual relationship would have even gone this far.

it’s the day of your anniversary and lucien had insisted on taking you to a nice date at the beach. he’d prepared everything — he brought a picnic blanket, your favorite snacks, and most importantly, a bottle of wine. it was enough for the two of you to have finished it by the time the sun had set into the sky.

what had turned into a romantic day became the two of you completely wasted together as the sky turned dark, nothing but the sound of your giggling and the waves crashing.

lucien pulls you closer, you can tell he’s not thinking clearly. he’s usually calm and put together, but right now your boyfriend is a bubbling mess in front of you. he’s hugging you, laughing and getting flustered at the sight of you as if you hadn’t known you for years, forgetting that you were his partner.

he buries his head into your neck, heat rushing to his cheeks, the hangover after this is going to be horrible.

“y/n…” he’s been repeating for the past thirty minutes, like he’s whispering your name. “do you know that i love you?” he peers up and gives you the biggest grin.

“i think you’ve mentioned it,” you say. you’ve always had a higher tolerance than him, finding the way he’s acting right now to be enduring. he’s definitely going to say it was embarrassing when he’s sober again and you’ll have something to tease him about.

his hands grab your waist and he pulls you in for a kiss unexpectedly, taking your lips as you taste the wine on his. “i need you,” he mutters when you pull away before he kisses you again. and again.

“let’s go home,” you take his hands off you, knowing neither of you are in the right mind to drive tonight. “let me call someone—“

“y/n, let’s get married.” it’s like he’s not even listening to you.

you try not to burst out laughing. lucien can barely stand on his own and think properly, proposing something that sounds out of this world. he’s just rambling, right?

“i love you,” he says again, holding onto your arm for support. “let’s… get married!!” he slurs the words together.

“lucien,” you lead him to go sit down with you. “i’m sure that’s great, but what about your family?”

“i don’t care,” his nose scrunches. he continues giddily. “let’s just run away, y/n. i’ve loved you since we met, since i confessed and asked you out, it’s been two years—”

“lucien,” you repeat, then your tone changes. “you’re drunk.” your expression had dropped. of course you loved him and wanted to be with him, but right now he was saying things you only wanted to talk about in a genuine conversation about your relationship.

“i’m serious,” lucien responds. it’s like he’s snapped out of it, suddenly straightening up and changing his eloquence too. it’s like he’s thinking clearly again. “i want to marry you, y/n. i want you forever.”

they say drunken words are sober thoughts.

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[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Fireleaf Series Index

Credits to @greeneyedivy for this gorgeous moodboard!

Tumblr is being a lil bitch, so I thought I would just recreate the series index completely.

Summary: A Lucien x Reader enemies-to-lovers series. You’re the second-eldest daughter of a wealthy, noble Autumn Court family, and when your father strikes an agreement with Beron Vanserra, you find yourself arranged to marry the second-eldest Vanserra brother. But it’s the youngest Vanserra, Lucien, who really catches your eye.

✨ - indicates smut

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six✨

Part Seven✨

Part Eight

Part Nine✨

Part Ten

Part Eleven✨

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen✨

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen✨

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen✨

Part Twenty

Part Twenty-One

Part Twenty-Two ✨

Part Twenty-Three

Linden and Eris Bonus Chapter ✨

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[writingforrhys]

Is It Over Now? Lucien x Reader, eventual Azriel x Reader Being taken away in the night by a Faerie High Lord is not something you could’ve expected for your short, mortal life - and falling in love with his red-headed emissary was the most dangerous part. He’d sworn you were to be together for the rest of your lives, so how do you cope when the Mother grants him a mate? His mate - your sister. ✰ Playlist ✰ Prologue (coming soon) ✰ Part One (coming soon)

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[danikamariewrites]

what do you think about writing something based on your hockey bf Lucien idea? maybe like fluff of reader being a proud girlfriend and showing off to all her friends how hot and talented he is lol

Star of the Game

Hockey bf!Lucien x reader

A/n: One of my favorite parts of the game they don’t show on TV is when they announce star of the game. The 3 players come out, wave, and give their stick to a kid and it’s so much fun to watch them get excited, it’s just a feel good moment that reminds me why I love going to games.

Warnings: none

As the game ended everyone filed out of the box except you. There was still the star of the game to announce and you were sure Lucien would be one this time. He had 4 goals and 2 assists! He was incredible tonight. Safe to say his rookie season is going great.

Looking out at the arena you noticed it was mostly empty except for the people who wanted to see who were the stars. Looking at the glass you noticed a few kids crowding the spot where the players hand their sticks out.

You knew the first two guys who were called, Lucien had assisted their goals. At every home game you have waited for Lucien to be the star of the game and you were hoping it would be tonight.

“And the number one star of the game, Lucien Vanserra!” The announcer dragged out, getting what was left of the crowd excited. “Yes!” You scream, jumping up and down and clapping like a mad woman. Placing your hands over your heart you watch as Lucien skates in a small circle stopping at the group of kids waiting.

Two boys already had the sticks of the other players. You noticed a little girl wearing Lucien’s jersey, pressing her face against the glass. When Lucien pointed to her you could see her excitement from the box. As he handed the girl his stick she jumped up on a seat to reach for her new prize.

Once Lucien disappeared down the tunnel you leave the box. Waiting by the locker room for him to get changed. When you spot his long firey locks you start bouncing on the balls of your feet. Lucien spots you and his face lights up. As he gets closer he drops his hockey bag, opening his arms for you. Running, you jump wrapping your arms around his neck.

Letting go, Lucien brings his hands up to cup your face. A huge grin on his lips. He said he didn’t care about being star of the game but you could tell by the look in his amber eyes that Lucien was excited. Standing on your tiptoes you plant a quick kiss on his lips. “My little star.” He jokingly rolls his eyes, his grin still plastered on his lips.

“Oh gosh, how long am I going to hear that.” You laugh, smirking at him. “Forever. You’re my star Mr. Goal scorer.” It was cheesy but you didn’t care. “Well don’t bring it up at the after party. I will never hear the end of it. Especially from Tamlin.” Lucien picks up his bag, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Ok big guy. No nicknames in front of teammates.”

You look up at him with hearts in your eyes. You can’t believe how far Lucien has come. After being shunned by his family, putting himself through college, and all those extra hours of practice he is finally where he wants to be. “I’m very proud of you Lu.” You say softly, unsure if he heard you over the chaos of people running around. He looks back down at you. A loving smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Thank you, baby. That means the world to me.”

Lucien softly kisses your head as you continue to walk to the car. “Of course, my little star.”

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[jeannineee]

can i please get baking with lucien from ur bingo!!

Distraction

Lucien Vanserra x Reader

a/n: based on this bingo card. I’m almost done with all of the bingo requests!! :)

warnings: none, just fluff

“What do you think?” Lucien asked proudly, gesturing to the monstrosity of a cake he finished decorating.

The center of the round cake was caving in, though you weren’t sure if that was due to the cake being poorly baked, or the copious amounts of purple icing piled onto it. The flowers he attempted to pipe on the sides instead look like…well…you weren’t sure what they looked like.

After you finished observing the cake, you turned to a Lucien. “It—it looks lovely. I think Feyre will love it.”

Lucien grinned. “You know, you can tell me it looks terrible. It’s alright.”

You loosed a breath, swiping your finger through the frosting, licking it off. “It might look terrible, but it tastes good.”

Lucien snaked his arms around you, pulling you close. “You made the frosting, of course it tastes good,” he said, brushing his lips against yours.

Lucien glanced to your cake on the other side of the kitchen: three tiers, perfectly iced and decorated. “This is why Feyre likes you more than me,” he said, following his statement with a dramatic sigh.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “If you had paid attention to me when I was showing you how to decorate the cake, this would’ve been a non-issue.”

Lucien shrugged, pecking your lips. “I couldn’t concentrate on what you were saying. Not when you look so pretty wearing my shirt.”

You smiled, pulling from his grasp to put the leftover frosting away. “I’ll try not to distract you so much next time.”

“I want every distraction you’ll give me,” Lucien replied, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “In fact, I have quite the distraction in mind for us. Feyre can wait.”

“We’re supposed to be meeting her in thirty minutes.”

Lucien continued pulling you towards the bedroom, shooting you a wink. “I can do a lot in thirty minutes.”

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[princess-tulip-writes]

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

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

sweet like candy - lucien vanserra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"please." he whined.

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

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

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Presents (part two)

Part 1

Summary: Y/n has found her mate, and she will not tolerate any untoward behaviour towards him. Especially from her family.

And she will show them exactly what will happen if her mate does not get the respect he deserves from them.

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A/n: *dreamy sigh*

enjoy! ❣️

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It was one of the family dinner nights, so that meant everyone was going to be present in the river house.

It also meant Y/n was on edge.

She was no child who didn't understand when someone disliked a person, and she was also very good at reading people, so that meant she understood very perfectly that her family was not very fond of her mate.

For whatever reasons she could not understand.

It was also the first time she would be meeting her family after almost two months of the mating frenzy having Lucien and Y/n locked away in the cabin Y/n owned in the in the Illyrian steppes.

He had her busy for two. Fucking. Months.

Y/n was not complaining.

Not when she found herself being wrapped up in his warm body afterwards, soothing all the pleasant aches in her body. And simply just watching him lie next to her, knowing he was hers and completely hers, watching peace settle into the harsh lines of his cruel face...

Yeah, she definitely was not complaining.

The voice she had come to love since the moment she met him called out her name, and she rushed downstairs to meet him in the foyer.

There he stood, facing the doorway and fixing the cuffs of his dark blue shirt which clung to him in the most delicious ways possible, the stark wite pants she had picked out for him accentuating his thighs and ass. His fiery hair hung around his shoulders, a small bun on the back of his head, the thin braids Y/n had insisted on making hanging between the loose strands... he looked mouth watering, to say the least.

He turned to her as soon as she stepped closer to him, and smiled.

Every thought flew out of Y/n's head as she watched his forearms flex while he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, the chunky bracelet Y/n had asked him to wear sitting snugly on his wrist, shining in the dim lighting.

"Y/n?"

Y/n blinked, her eyes moving slowly to meet his. "Hmm?"

A small grin spread on his face, and he leaned forward to tap her nose. "I asked if you were ready."

"Oh? Oh yeah, I am ready."

His grin widened, ad he leaned forward to place a soft kiss to her lips. "Then we better get going before we decide it's not worth socialising."

"What makes you think I am not already thinking about that?"

Lucien threw his head back as laughter poured out of his pretty lips, and Y/n held herself back from acting on the urge to taste his laughter.

He had been laughing a lot these days, and a warmth spread through Y/n everytime she heard the beautiful sound.

As soon as Y/n went to retrieve her shoes, Lucien grabbed them, then crouched in front of her.

"Let me." He gently grasped one of her ankles in his hands, slipping on her heels.

"Lucien, you don't need to do that-" She whispered, pink tinting her cheeks.

"But I want to."

Once he was done, he stood, dusting of his pants, He extended his elbow, inclining his head towards the door, his eyes shining. Y/n grabbed onto him as the two of them winnowed from the snowy mountains to the pathway leading to the river house.

"After you, my lady." He opened the door for her, waiting until she had entered the warm space before following.

Feyre and Nyx came into view as soon as Y/n and Lucien had hung their coats on the rack.

"Y/n! It's been so long! I hope you had a fun time." Feyre wiggled her brows, and Y/n rolled her eyes, picking up a giggling Nyx and walking into the sitting room where everyone was sat.

Cassian stood, a wide grin on his face, as he made his way towards Y/n.

"Where have you been? Rhysand wouldn't tell us other than you being on a mission." Cassian glared accusingly at Y/n's brother, but then he froze. His eyes widened, then flew to Lucien, who stood just behind Y/n.

His mouth opened a couple of times, eyes moving rapidly between Y/n and Lucien, before he gagged a little.

"I hope you don't start fucking on every surface in this house. It is not appropriate."

Y/n raised her brows. "You would know a lot about appropriate behaviour, right?"

Cassian grinned, pulling her in for a hug, and Y/n could feel Lucien suppressing the urge to growl in possessiveness. "Congratulations, you two."

Then, to Y/n's surprise, after Cassian let go of her, he pulled Lucien in for an embrace too. By the look on Lucien's face, he hadn't expected it either, though he appreciated it.

That was when Y/n noticed the stillness in the air in the room, and she glanced around to find Mor, Amren and Azriel in various states of shock, with Feyre smiling at Cassian and his antics in teasing Lucien, Rhys staring into the fire place, his hand wrapped around his glass of wine.

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"You seem a little shocked." Y/n mumbled, accepting the glass Feyre passed to her after everyone had settled down on the dining table. The spread of food on the table surprisingly only consisting of all of Y/n's favourites.

"No one told us about you- and him." Mor returned, colour climbing up her cheeks in embarrassment.

Y/n rose a questioning brow at Rhysand, who splayed his palms in the air. "I thought you might want to tell them yourself. I didn't realise you would be away for almost two months."

The last part was mumbled, and it brought out a blush on Y/n's face thinking about exactly what happened in that time.

"So... you are mates?" Mor questioned, and Y/n could tell she was uncomfortable.

Y/n grinned proudly, nudging a smiling Lucien's shoulder with hers. "Yeah. We are."

"Congratulations." Mor mumbled, her eyes trained on her food.

"Pity." Amren said, emotionless.

The whole room fell silent, the air becoming heavy and strained.

Y/n's blood boiled, her fingers tightening on her fork as she stilled. Lucien had stiffened too, though he did not look up from his food. Y/n glanced at him, finding him chewing tightly as he blew out a breath.

And then Y/n let her eyes flit to Amren, who didn't bother to even pretend like she had said something wrong. She took a deep drink from her goblet, her eyes never leaving the contents of her goblet or food.

Y/n set down her fork, leaning back in her seat. She stared at Amren, taking in all the features the petite female had as she imagine how fun it would be to gouge out her eyes with her bare hands, how fun it would be to peel the skin off the ancient being's bones.

Rhys whispered her name, trying to get her attention. Y/n could see in her peripherals that Lucien was straightening too, his eyes now trained on Y/n. His hand came to rest on her thigh.

"Y/n." He mumbled, and Y/n could feel him opening up a window in his mental shields to get her to talk to him.

Y/n was also aware of how Azriel and Cassian went stiff, their shoulders bunching up as if ready to spring up any moment to restrain anyone who might jump up to attack.

"What did you say, Amren?" Y/n's voice was deceptively calm and soft, as if she wasn't planning on torturing the living daylights out of Amren, her ancient powers be damned.

"Y/n." Rhysand spoke more insistently, his panic beginning to come off of him in waves.

Amren met Y/n's eyes then, her eyebrows rising. "I said pity. It would have been better to be without a mate than have a coward and backstabber for one. Amarantha should have pulled out his heart instead of his eye."

She said it so nonchalantly, as if talking about the weather and not a literal being. As if she knew she was right. As if what she was saying couldn't have hurt anyone.

Y/n could not stop her power from escaping the leash she kept on them.

She did not even try to control them, anyway.

Her mind opened up, the power she contained in herself reaching out to caress the massive fortress Amren had around her mind.

Amren jerked, her eyes widening just a fraction when Y/n brought down a battering ram on the walls.

It took a lot of effort to reach Amren's brain, but Y/n didn't mind, not as panic flared in Amren's ancient gray eyes when Y/n didn't stop, the walls around her mind crumbling until there was nothing but dust left, even as Y/n was left panting from the amount of force it took to do that.

Y/n purred in satisfaction in Amren's brain, stalking around her consciousness for a moment before Y/n sunk her claws into her.

What the hell are you doing, girl? Stop!

Amren's panicked voice filled Y/n's head as her surroundings faded, and she focused solely on controlling this powerful being.

Apologise to him, Amren, and maybe I will consider letting you go without much harm.

No! Amren spat, though her fear rose like a tide.

Y/n smiled, a fire lighting in her veins.

Then say goodbye to you sanity, Amren.

Y/n reached into Amren's mind, dragging up the memories that were buried the deepest, and without looking at them herself, she projected it directly into Amren's brain, making her believe she was reliving the horrors.

Amren began screaming, clutching her head as she stood, the chair screeching loudly before it fell with a crash, and everyone around the table stood, not knowing what to do.

Please stop! Stop! I will beg for his forgiveness. Please, just stop!

Y/n let the memory go, though her talons stayed embedded in Amren's mind.

Amren panted, her eyes flitting up to meet Lucien's, who stared back, wide eyed.

"Sorry." She gritted out, clutching the table with her hands.

Y/n clucked her tongue mentally.

Sorry for what, Amren? I know you can do better. Come on, don't be a brat.

Y/n spoke softly, caressing Amren's mind with a soft touch, as if talking to a kid.

"I am sorry, Lucien." Amren glared at Y/n when she retracted her claws just the tiniest bit. "Please forgive me. I should not have said that."

Satisfied, Y/n pulled away her talons, meeting the wide eyes of Mor and Azriel, letting a bit of her powers show in her gaze before settling back into her chair as if nothing happened and picking up her fork.

Lucien leaned in after he had sat back down, his breath curling around Y/n's ear as he whispered, his mouth close to her. "That's my lady."

A blush spread across her face, and she met his eyes for a moment as he leaned back, turning to his food.

"You know, this chicken is really good." Y/n mumbled-if only to pretend like she was not holding herself back from jumping her mate's bones- genuinely impressed as everyone began settling down. Except for Amren, who stormed out of the room, but not before Y/n spied a hint of fear in her eyes.

Y/n sighed. She would have to apologize to Amren later when everyone had gone to sleep.

Y/n didn't hate Amren, at least not yet. But if Y/n had not done what she did, everyone would have continued walking all over her mate. It was a necessarry evil, and Y/n was all too happy to do it if it meant everyone treated her mate with even a fraction of what he deserved.

Not that she was planning to stay long enough for them to get a hold of themselves.

It was a few moments before the tension in the room began lessening, and Y/n continued eating.

It took even longer for everyone to start talking again.

And when they did, Y/n felt Lucien opening his mind once again, and this time she slipped in.

Yes?

She could feel his pride, though his face was expressionless as he chewed and listened to the debate Rhys and Cassian were engaging in.

You want to go home?

Y/n grinned, knowing her answer but still deciding to tease him a little. Will there be dessert?

If you want there to be. A small smirk made its way onto his face.

Hmm. I guess we could go...

He shook his head slightly, shifting in his chair.

That was when Y/n realised that he was masking his scent, because what she saw under the table... everyone would have been aware of his little situation by now.

Y/n's mouth dried, and she swallowed. "Um... We both are a little tired, so we will be taking our leave now."

Cassian's brows rose. "One would assume you are going home to get tired."

Lucien laughed softly, his eyes crinkling as Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Bye, Nyxie." Y/n waved at the little boy, who babbled at her.

Y/n stood, grinning when Lucien glanced at her helplessly.

I can't stand like this!

She laughed, grabbing his hand and winnowing away, the last sight she saw being a giggling Cassian and Rhys, shaking his head with a smile.

The moment Y/n and Lucien materialized in the foyer of the hidden away mountain home, his lips were on hers, his hands gripping onto any part of her he could reach.

Y/n kissed him back without any hesitation, laughing a little at his desperation. He nipped at her lower lip in retribution, and Y/n pulled away, grinning up at him, though it took a great effort to do that.

He wrapped his arms around her, resting his forehead on hers. Y/n's arms hung loosely around his shoulders, playing with his hair.

It took a moment for the both of them to catch their breath, but when they did, Lucien stole the breath away from Y/n again when he opened his eyes.

Swimming in his eyes was so much love... Y/n could have never fathomed someone ever looking at her with such emotion.

He smiled softly. "Thank you-"

"Don't." Y/n mumbled, caressing his jaw. "Don't thank me for that. For anything."

His eyes shone, and Y/n knew the silver lining his eyes was not because of his sadness.

He was happy, and he practically glowed with it.

"I love you. So much. I can't even imagine how I ever lived without you before."

Y/n laughed, tears springing to her own eyes. "Stop, you are going to make me cry."

"I will wipe the tears for you then, but I will never stop telling you how much I love you."

Y/n brushed her nose against his before she buried her face in his neck, gigging.

"I love you. And I would level the whole of Prythian if it meant no one would ever disrespect you ever again."

"I'm sure that won't happen again." He said dryly.

Her cheeks were hurting from how hard she was smiling, but Y/n did not care.

"So, where were we?"

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[shadowdaddies]

Hi, love your writing. Could you write something with either Lucien or Ruhn with a reader who is always told she talks to much? Like when she gets happy or excited she tends to ramble and people usually get annoyed at her and tell her to shut up and she slowly stops talking at all and Lucien or Ruhn see that and try to get her to come out of her shell again and always listen to what she has to say?

I needed to write this today, I really relate and I'm having a hard time. If you ever want someone to talk to, my messages are open💜 and omg do you know how hard it was to choose between Lucien and Ruhn?😩 ugh anon your ideas are too good! I went with Lucien only because I haven't written for him yet and I think he's perfect for this but if you have a Ruhn request I'm HERE💜

Use Your Words

Lucien x Reader hurt/comfort

Warnings: this got very suggestive towards the end, I have learned I am very susceptible to the Vanserra rizz

You barely made it through the front door before a sob ripped through you, slinking to the ground as you sunk against the wall. Your throat was in knots, chest heavy as your thoughts eddied deeper and darker. 

Growing up, you had always been told you were too loud, too open, too much. Even now, it took courage for you to reach out to people, to not let your insecurities get in the way of connecting with others. Tonight you felt comfortable, thinking that the females in court accepted you, but the moment that you opened up - shared too much - they gave you the same judgmental looks that had become ingrained in your mind.

It was easier to retreat into yourself, better to not say anything than to bear the rejection that inevitably followed you through your life. When Lucien arrived home, he found you crumpled into the sofa, adorned in your softest robe as you stared blankly at the fire.

“My love, you look ethereal glowing against the light of the fire,” Lucien murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. He lifted your head, settling underneath you as a makeshift pillow while he stroked your hair. “How was your evening, beautiful?”

You couldn’t help how your face crumpled at his question, lip quivering as the tears leaked from your eyes. You buried your head in his lap, shaking your head as you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. 

“Hey, I’ve got you, love,” Lucien whispered, lifting you up into his lap, cradling his in his strong arms. A long time passed as he held you, letting the emotions pour out of you, paying no mind to the tears that stained his shirt. 

When you were ready, you lifted your head to rest against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming. “I’m not good with words like you, Lucien. I wish people found me charming and interesting, but it’s like I say too much and they lose interest. I don’t know how to do anything right, Luc. No matter how hard I try, it’s not enough, and it’s too much,” you cried into his shoulder. 

Looping your arms around his neck, you held him close as though he might disappear if you let go. “I’m sorry, that was a lot. I didn’t mean to say too much, I just keep talking,” you rambled, unable to stop but desperate to share your feelings. 

Lucien held you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair before broad hands found your cheeks. “My love, you are not too much. I could never have enough of you. Your words are like the flowers that fill the meadow outside. They are many, and together they create something so breathtaking, I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

His lips lowered to your neck, long red hair sliding against the skin of your chest. Fingers threading through his soft hair, you tilted your head back, welcoming the affections he was bestowing upon you. 

Pressing a kiss below your ear, Lucien’s warm breath tickled your skin as he spoke. “I want to know everything that goes through this beautiful mind,” he murmured, teeth grazing your neck as he continued peppering kisses to any exposed skin he could find.

You whimpered, rolling your hips against his in a silent request for more. Lucien pulled back, a feline smirk on his lips as his eyes glowed in the firelight. With a tsk, he tilted your chin towards him. “I want to hear everything that you want tonight. I want you to use your words, to hear every beautiful noise that comes from your mouth as I show you how incredible you are. Understood?” He punctuated his question by tugging your bottom lip with his teeth, and you nodded furiously. 

“Yes, Lucien. Please touch me,” you breathed.

“Good girl,” he grinned, tossing you over his shoulder as he carried you to your bedroom.

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[acourtofwhatthefuck]

“if i offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss too?” THIS IS MY FAVOURITE LUCIEN LINE OF ALL TIME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REWRITE IT WITH HIM AND THE READER BCUS WE ALL DESERVE THAT LOOSH SPICE

MINE, TOO! I hope I’ve done this justice and that you enjoy! 🥹

Some young, fun, cocky Lucien to warm us this Wednesday!

Here you go! 💕

Warnings: Just a very light sprinkle of smut 🌶️

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The Moon on a String - (Lucien x Reader request)

Energy was heavy in the air, thick on your skin and tasting like moss and woodsmoke.

You felt beautiful. In your gown that flowed around you, with the flowers pinned in your hair, the curls cascading freely about your shoulders…you could well be the poster girl of Calanmai. A true embodiment of the start of spring.

Excitement rose in you as you travelled, on foot, with your small group of friends from your modest Spring Court village. You could see the lit fires from miles away, hear the sensual thudding of drumbeats that seemed to snake over your skin. You couldn’t wait to drink and dance the night away, to laugh and see familiar faces—

One face in particular. Golden skin framed by bright red hair…

“Lucien won’t be able to take his eyes off you tonight.” Your friend said from beside you, as if she’d read your thoughts. Or glimpsed the blush colouring your cheeks.

You rolled your eyes, slipping your shoes off and sinking your feet into the soft grass. “Lucien and I are just friends.”

“Well.” She smirked. “He’s a mighty good friend, considering the efforts he makes to stop by the village to see you so often. You know — considering he works for the High Lord and has a great many important matters he probably has to attend to.”

It was true, Lucien had built up quite the habit of visiting you at your village, distracting you from your work by chatting with you and making you laugh. And blush. And feel giddy every time you were in his company.

He may have been the sole reason behind the heady anticipation building through your body. That, or the charge of lust snaking through the air.

You and your friends crested the hill, coming face-to-face with the celebrations. The ground vibrated beneath your feet with the force of the drumbeats, and you felt yourself being lulled towards the heart of the festival. People were already dancing, their faces tilted to the skies and their bodies moving in tandem with each other. Moans of pleasure were a lilting song caressing your ears.

Immediately, your small group of friends was dispersing, finding familiar faces or being pulled into dances or heading for the tables of food and drink. You headed to one of those tables yourself, your eyes darting around and, not-so-subtly, searching for a certain redhead.

You grabbed a chalice of faerie wine. You wanted to dance with him, to feel his hands on your body. It had never gone beyond lingering glances and flirtatious comments. You wanted — needed — more. And tonight, the festival, was the perfect occasion to take that step.

But as the first hour pedalled on, the wine soaking into your body, Lucien was nowhere to be found. You tried not to think too deeply into it as you mingled with friends and allowed yourself to be tugged into a couple of dances. Pathetic, to measure your good time on whether or not you saw him — and yet, you’d been so looking forward to it. You couldn’t deny that your enthusiasm dipped a little with every passing minute that held his absence. 

Breaking free from a circle of dancers, you floated over to another table, intending to chase your restlessness away with more wine. It was as you reached for a bottle that a pair of hands enclosed over your eyes, blocking your vision. A familiar, earthy scent invaded your senses, and your body was immediately on alert.

“Evening.” Lucien’s deep, caressing voice reached your ears. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

And just like that, a genuine smile was tugging at your lips. Your limbs relaxed, and you turned in his hold, your body brushing his as you faced him.

“You can’t have been looking that hard.” You jibed. “I’ve been dancing.”

His deep russet eyes immediately drank you in, floating from the gentle curls in your hair, over your pretty face, down over your dress and all the spring-themed adornments you’d accessorised with. He licked his lips, meeting your gaze again. 

“You,” he hummed, “are a vision.”

And he was looking mighty resplendent, too, decked head to toe in tailored Spring Court attire, different shades of greens and browns suiting him perfectly. Your eyes snagged on the brilliant burst of red hair that fell about his face. So, so badly, you wanted to run your fingers through it, find out if it was as silken and soft as it looked.

“You clean up nicely yourself.” You returned. “I’ve been looking for you, too, by the way. I wasn’t sure if…”

Your words trailed off, a light blush heating your cheeks. You’d almost shown your hand; revealed the envious thoughts that had begun to claw at you, of Lucien spending the festival with a female that wasn’t you.

His head tilted, the gesture not unlike a curious fox. “You weren’t sure if what?”

The wine — it was the wine that made you so honest. You calmly replied, “If you’d already found yourself company for the evening.”

And Lucien fucking Vanserra saw it for the jealous, insecure worry that it was. His eyes studied your face, and his lips twitched.

“No, madam, I have not.”

The relief that filled you was shameful, but you didn’t care. You smiled up at him, simply happy that the evening wasn’t a lost cause after all.

“I was actually hoping...” He tucked a curl away from your face. “That you might do me the pleasure of keeping me company tonight.”

Trying to keep your smile from splitting your face, you glanced down. “I’d like that.”

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The two of you danced and drank and laughed until the first sprinkles of daylight began to bleed through the night sky. You didn’t think you’d taken your hands off each other once, even as you’d stopped to refill your glasses and talk to people.

In the blink of an eye, the festival had reached the point of slowing down — the time when people exchanged dancing for kissing and touching, and the music was drowned out by pleasured moans. Lucien took your hand, dragging you past numerous public displays of affection, and though the boldness of it made a thrill shoot through you, you were excited to be alone with Lucien — uninterrupted.

On legs tired and achy from hours of dancing, you climbed a hill a short walk away from the festival. Lucien led you to the top, the grass soft against your bare feet. The peak gave you a perfect view of your surroundings, and Tamlin’s sprawling estate in the distance. 

The two of you laid back in the grass, staring up at the sky that was rapidly lightening. Lucien’s arm brushed yours closely, and you turned your head to find him staring at you, his hair falling around his face. 

“…what?” You breathed a laugh. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Other than the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen? The fullest lips? The—”

“Shut up.” You snorted, swatting him. He quickly grabbed the offending hand and held it to his chest.

“I could spend the rest of this glorious evening waxing poetic about your exquisite features.” He said quietly. “Or I could just show you how wildly I like them. Entirely up to you.”

Your smile slowly softened, nerves and excitement warring in your stomach. “I think I’d prefer it if you showed me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

His warm breath caressed your face, smelling deliciously of berries. You watched as he inched closer to you, his large, warm hand moving up to cup your cheek. Your eyes only fluttered shut when his lips were brushing yours, and you readied yourself for the kiss you’d fantasised about many, many times.

“Y/N?”

The two of you quickly pulled back at the interruption. Glanced up just in time to see the familiar male that was approaching, looking a little breathless.

It took everything in you not to groan in frustration as you painted a mild, pleasant smile on your face at the sight of Peteyr, a male from your village. Your friends had teased you numerous times that the male — a few years younger than you — had taken a shine to you, and spent a lot of time gazing longingly in your direction. He was sweet, harmless enough, and you tried your best to treat him with kindness—

But his timing was awful.

Beside you, Lucien didn’t bother to mask his deep sigh. He slumped back on his elbows, watching as the male reached you.

“Hi, Peteyr.” You sat up. “You look out of breath.”

“I—”

“Hello, Peteyr.” Lucien drawled, a lupine grin on his lips. “New shoes?”

Peteyr seemed stunned that Lucien Vanserra was even acknowledging his existence. He blinked, glancing down at the spotless, polished shoes on his feet. A blush coloured his cheeks. “Yes. I got them for the festival.”

“They’re lovely.” You subtly gave Lucien a warning nudge; one that said, be nice. “Have you had a good time?”

“I have.” His floppy, brown hair moved as he nodded enthusiastically. “I’ve been looking for you — to wish you a happy Calanmai. And to give you this.”

From behind his back, he plucked a gathering of wildflowers, bound tightly together by thick blades of grass. He practically thrusted them at you, the movement causing dandelion fluff to float and land at your feet. 

You blinked, accepting the makeshift…bouquet. “That’s so kind, Peteyr. Thank you.”

If possible, the scarlet blush of his cheeks burned darker. His blue eyes were positively glowing as he dipped his head and stepped back.

“Enjoy the rest of the festival.” He said, nodding to Lucien, also.

“You too, Peteyr.” Lucien’s lips kicked up into a lopsided smirk. “Don’t get those shoes dirty, now.”

The poor male looked like he may collapse if he lingered a second longer at the centre of attention. He quickly turned, beginning his descent back down the hill, but you were pushing to your feet.

“Peteyr?” You called, quickly following after him. The male glanced up.

His eyes widened as you caught up to him and pushed up onto the tips of your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, a smile on your lips, and poor Peteyr looked like he may be knocked straight down that hill with a feather. Or a plume of dandelion fluff.

“Thank you — really.” You said. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

The male — Mother bless him —  just about mustered the ability to turn on his feet and stumble back down the hill. You waited until he’d got to the bottom before turning back to Lucien.

Lucien, who was the picture of pure, arrogant ease, his hands resting behind his head as he watched you with a grin. 

“Nice flowers.” He said. “I think you just made his entire year.”

You scowled, slumping back down beside him. “You didn’t have to be so…you.”

“But you like it when I’m me.”

“Peteyr is a sweetheart. You should be kind to him.” You folded your arms. “And I like my flowers, thank you very much. He earned that kiss.”

Lucien pushed up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?”

“Not sure. I’m contemplating pushing you down this hill.”

His lips puckered in a jesting pout as brought his face closer to yours. “I’m sorry. I’m just jealous because Peteyr brought you flowers and I didn’t.”

“And he had new shoes. You need to step up your game, Vanserra.”

Lucien snorted as you laid back on the grass, your eyes returning to the sky. But he remained hovering over you, the ends of his hair tickling your face. 

You cocked an eyebrow. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” He leaned down, his nose nudging your cheek. “And I think about you a thousand times a day.”

“Only a thousand? I bet Peteyr thinks about me—”

“Shh.” He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. His hand gently pressed against your mouth. “No more talk about Peteyr. I need to get that name off your lips.”

You stared up at him, going still. This was how your relationship had always been, and the two of you were damn good at it — joking and teasing, not being serious.

But Lucien’s eyes were utterly serious as he gazed into yours. His hand moved from your mouth, inching up to your hair. To one of the flowers you’d pinned within the strands.

He plucked it out gently, brushing it over your cheek. Your lips. All you could do was watch. 

“It’s not the moon on a string. Not a bouquet of weeds.” He tucked the flower behind your ear. “But it’s a pretty flower. Like you.”

You thought his words may have melted you into the grass. You were nothing but weightless elation as you threaded your fingers through his hair, resting your hand on the back of his head. Lo and behold, the strands were as soft as they looked. Softer, even.

“So?” Lucien murmured, his lips brushing yours. “Have I earned myself a kiss?”

“A kiss.” You breathed. “And whatever else you want.”

He held your gaze for a moment longer, before he finally closed the gap, sliding his lips over yours. That berry taste filled your mouth as he slid his tongue in, and his hand moved down to rest on your hip. 

It was everything you’d imagined and more. You became breathless, floating, your mind emptying of all thoughts as your bodies moved together. Items of clothing were torn off and discarded, and it wasn’t long before you and Lucien were skin-to-skin in the grass.

The first slide of him entering you had you throwing your head back on a gasp, and you thought you may cease to exist then and there. Every thrust was like poetry in your body, your veins, and it overwhelmed you until you were nothing but raw, splintering pleasure with spring daylight shining on your skin. 

That daylight seemed to enclose the two of you in a glow when Lucien’s control eventually snapped, his movements inside you becoming sloppy. And as he came, breathing your name against your sweat-slick neck, you realised you would never need a bouquet of wildflowers or the moon on a string — or anything else from him. There was nothing he could give you that would ever come close to how he, his existence, his light and his life, made you feel.

So long as you just had him, you’d be happy. And you’d be damn well content to spend every Calanmai in the same way.

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[theostrophywife]

You have to really hear me out on this one cause this one is a bit wild! Lucien and reader are expecting a baby, but lets just say they do some naughty things to induce labor...

baby love.

author's note: oh anon you're speaking my language. warning: smut under the cut.

Lucien blinked once. Twice.

He wasn't quite sure he'd heard Feyre correctly, because there was no way in hell that his friend was actually suggesting what he thought she was suggesting.

"There's no way that would work," he murmured more to himself than the High Lady of the Night Court. Feyre stared at the redhaired male with a sympathetic expression. "Is there?"

"Trust me, Madja said that the technique is fool proof for inducing labor."

Lucien raised a perfectly groomed brow. "And it won't hurt the baby?"

The huntress folds her hand in her lap and smiles. "Quite the contrary, it'll help speed up the process. After enduring two days of labor pains, I'm sure your mate would be more than open to it."

At this point, Lucien was willing to try anything to help ease your pain. The past few days have been challenging to say the least. The due date for your child had come and gone, but you weren't crowning enough for your baby to come out. Madja periodically checked, but until the time came, you two could do nothing but wait.

Lucien felt utterly helpless. He hated seeing you in pain and though you tried to bear through it with a smile while desperately hanging onto the excitement of bringing your child into the world, your mate could tell that you were at your wits end. Hence his visit to Feyre.

"Just keep an open mind and see what she says."

Your mate nods, thanking his friend for the advice before making his way back to your shared home. A moment later, he finds you curled up in bed with your hands resting atop your full belly. For a moment, Lucien stands in the threshold admiring his mate, his wife, the mother of his child. Pregnancy gave you a dreamy glow, making you shine and shimmer as you carry the life that he helped create. It's only when a small wince of pain ripples through your features when Lucien snaps out of his trance, immediately sauntering over to your side.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You look up at your mate as he clasps your hand in his, squeezing gently as concern flickers through his handsome face.

"I'm fine, really," you respond with a slight smile. "Madja said the pain means I'm getting closer and closer to delivery. "

Lucien nods, but his worry doesn't dissipate. Your mate put on a brave face for you, but you knew that underneath his calm demeanor, he hadn't stopped fretting over your labor pains since they started two days ago.

"How did your visit to Feyre go?"

A shift in his expression peaks your curiosity. Even through the pain, you note the tension in his shoulders and the tic in his jaw as his russet and golden eye sweeps over you.

"It was...fine," he responds tersely. Lucien's large hand covers yours as he affectionately strokes a thumb over your knuckles. "Actually, she told me of a method that might help with your labor pains."

You sit upright, quirking a brow. "Well, what is it?"

A flush of color blooms high upon your mate's cheeks as his gaze meets yours. "Feyre said that being intimate might help induce labor."

You blink, weighing his words. "Being intimate? As in, having sex?"

Lucien fidgets with your fingers, biting down on his bottom lip in an uncharacteristically anxious manner. "We don't have to. I know that you're already in pain and I don't want to add any more to your plight."

You squeeze his hand. "Will it...will hurt the baby?"

Your mate shakes his head, carefully gauging your reaction. He wasn't even sure why he'd suggested it. Surely, the last thing you wanted was to be touched given the severity of the pain currently coursing through your womb. "We don't have to do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing, my love. I just hate seeing you like this. If I could take away your pain, I would, but I understand if you don't want—"

"Lucien," you say firmly. He meets your gaze, surprised to find desire swimming in your eyes. "I want to."

Gods, you really really wanted to. Even if it didn't ease the pain, you couldn't fight the need churning in your core. It was a different sensation from the agonizing cramps and you welcomed the reprieve it provided with open arms. When you first found out you were carrying Lucien's child, you thought that pregnancy would curb your sex drive, but on the contrary, it made you crave your mate even more.

The hormones surge through your body, completely muddling your thoughts as you hold Lucien's gaze. You fight the urge to jump him right then and there, if only out of concern for the baby in your belly. But who could blame you?

Every bit of Lucien was gorgeous. His lithe, toned form, his signature fiery locks, his plush, pouty lips that seem to tempt you as his tongue darts across his bottom lip. For a minute, you forgot all about the cramps as your mate caresses your cheek.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" His voice seems to dip an octave lower, dripping with sensual desire. During the course of the pregnancy, you'd grown accustomed to Lucien's gentle, doting manner. He was always so soft with you and while you appreciated being waited on hand and foot, you missed the fire and passion he displays when he was utterly turned on.

"I'm sure, baby," you barely breathe. "I want you. I need you."

Lucien hums in approval before leaning in, pecking at your nose, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth. You inhale sharply and the scent of your arousal wafts up to your mate, nearly bringing him to his knees. The front of his pants tightens in response to your hard breathing, but he holds himself back and forces himself to look at you.

"The minute you feel any sort of pain. The minute it starts to hurt, you have to tell me to stop."

Ever your caring mate, he doesn't let up until you nod in confirmation. "I will, Lucien. I promise."

Satisfied by your response, a foxlike grin tugs at Lucien's lips. "Good. Now come here, little fox."

Lucien grips the back of your head, pulling you in for a proper kiss. He's gentle with you, starting with soft pecks that has you sighing into his mouth. He tastes like cinnamon and honeyed wine and you savor the taste of your mate, your fingers threading through his fiery locks to bring him closer.

Your mate deepens the kiss, laying you gently on your side as his tongue prods past your parted lips. Your soft moan rumbles through him as he slides your leggings past your ankles, chuckling softly as you eagerly unbuckle his trousers. Lucien tugs at the hem of his shirt, discarding the fabric behind him while you take the opportunity to trace his toned chest and ridiculously chiseled abs.

Your shirt comes off next and you can't help but smile at the way Lucien caresses your belly, placing kisses against your soft skin with a gentle smile. "So pretty," he breathes in wonder. "You look so pretty carrying our child, my love."

There's nothing but pure love and adoration on your mate's face as he rubs your stomach. He shifts you to your side, pulling your back tightly against his chest while he explores your body. It's not long before his hands are roaming elsewhere, cupping your swollen breasts and sinking down to your ass before settling on the spot where you wanted him most.

You're desperate for his touch and Lucien is more than happy to oblige, growling when his fingers easily slides between your slick folds. You were so wet, so warm, practically inviting him to stuff his cock in you. And that's exactly what he does.

Spooning you, Lucien hikes your leg up to make access easier for him. Slowly but surely, he plunges his cock inside of your pussy with a shuddering breath as though it was taking every ounce of self control not to fuck you senseless. His forehead dips to the crook of your neck, his voice warm and thick like honey. "Can I move, baby?"

"Yes," you plead. "Yes, please."

Lucien thrusts in and out at a comfortable pace, fast enough that your core clenched every time he hit that sweet spot, but slow enough that it didn't contribute to the cramping in your womb. The pleasure was overwhelming and Lucien didn't relent as he stroked even deeper and his warm, wet mouth trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

"You're gorgeous, my love," he whispers against your hair. "So fucking perfect."

You moan in response as he turns your chin, kissing you roughly. It's all teeth and tongue, desperate and needy as Lucien ruts into you deeper and deeper until you were both whining, panting messes.

"Lucien, gods, right there—"

He rubs at your sensitive clit and it drives you to the edge. The orgasm hits you full force, racking through your entire body as stars bloom behind your closed lids. Lucien's right there with you, panting as you both reach your peaks together.

White noise buzzes through your ears and you were quite convinced that you'd blacked out for a second. As you come to, Lucien's peppering kisses all over your face and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"It's alright, baby. You're alright," he says as he cradles you in his arms. "I've got you."

Lucien's fingers curve protectively around your swollen belly and you can't help but smile. "You're going to be a great dad, Lucien."

You could've sworn silver lined your mate's eyes as he kisses you gently. "If our baby ever deigns to leave the comfort of your womb."

"He's fashionably late. Just like his mother," you say with a grin.

"How do you know we're having a boy?"

"I just have a feeling."

At your words, you feel your baby kick against your belly. Heat shoots through your core and the beginnings of a contraction flutters through your lower abdomen.

"I think Feyre's advice actually worked."

Lucien eyes widen. "You're going into labor? Right now?"

You nod. "Better late than never."

Your mate snaps his fingers, conjuring a small flame to skitter through the open windows of your bedchambers. His fire forms a flare just outside your home, the designated signal to let Madja and the rest of your friends know that the baby was coming.

Rhys and Feyre winnow at your front door just as Lucien drapes a silk robe over your shoulders. He barely finishes pulling on his shirt and trousers when you hear the knock against your bedroom door.

"Come in," you call out.

The High Lord and High Lady file in through the threshold, followed shortly by Azriel, Cassian, and Mor. Much to your surprise, Jurian and Vassa joins them as they crowd around the bed.

"How many people did you invite to the birth of our child?" you ask in amusement.

Lucien shrugs sheepishly. "I might've gotten a little excited."

Feyre chuckles, squeezing your hand. She places a kiss on your cheek and discretely whispers. "I'm glad to see Lucien took my advice."

"I owe you one, Feyre."

She waves a tattooed hand. "Anything to quicken the arrival of my godchild."

Another contraction rocks through your womb and Lucien's beside you in a second as Madja strides through the door.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You look up at your mate, at those shining, hopeful eyes and smile. "Let's meet our baby, Lucien."

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Foxglove (Cassian x Reader) Pt. 1 SMUT

A/N: Consider Cassian territory, entered. ALSO: based before the archeron sisters bloodline is even in existence (99% sure of that at least lmao)

Warnings: SMUT (Like Im talking 2k worth of this is filth).

W/C: 5k!

There was not many activities in existence you enjoyed more than this. A peaceful afternoon, warm sunlight, and the solitude of a foxglove field that sat on the outskirts of Velaris. Pinks, purples, and soft blues patterned the field, its view a downward glance to the city you had called home your entire life. If you listened closely on a particularly clear day, music from the rainbow could be heard floating on the summer breeze. Today, thankfully, was one of those days. You were stretched on the grass, lazing away your only day off this week. The leathers you usually adorned had been swapped for a sundress the color of lamb’s ear leaves. 

Often, on days such as this you found yourself pondering a plethora of topics. The solitude of your little hide away dredged up memories long past. The wind would bring in the scent of jasmine, or a particularly fond lute note and your mind would wander away from the pages before you and into a far off place. 

Reflection of the past was such a beautiful thing. Though, truthfully, you supposed it was also completely unfair. Being able to reminisce on what once was, had the capabilities to bring back fond memories, beautiful pieces of time that hung fondly in your mind. Yet- it had the power to bring back those awful shards of time that left your chest cleaved and your breath coming in short spurts. 

“I figured you would be here.” Cassian spoke, his voice dragging you from a particularly fond recollection of a day spent on the shore with Amren and Mor. Standing over you, his stature cast a long shadow over your form. You smiled up at him, staring at him momentarily before closing your eyes once more. 

“I thought you had tomorrow off?” You replied, sighing contently as the male sat behind you and gently pulled your head to rest on his outstretched legs. He ran a hand through your unbound hair, studied the strands. 

“I did. Decided I would rather spend today with you than the troops.” 

You relaxed into his body, relishing in the warm sunlight that had returned to your skin. You were sure that if you were to open your eyes, you would find him smiling lazily, relaxing his weight on his arms and tilting his face into the sun. Cracking open an eye, you were pleased to find yourself right. 

This particular version of your mate was your favorite. The sight of his shoulders no longer tensed and the crease in his brow faded from view. His hair too, was unbound for once- and it shined a silky noir in the summer sun. Reaching backwards you urged him to hold your hand, a request he obliged with no qualms. 

“I can't say I have many complaints you took today off, I have missed you.” You muttered, closing your eye once more. He chuckled, a throaty sound that warmed your bones. 

“I saw you this morning.”

“I know.” You sat up to your knees then, the motion urging him to open his eyes and watch. A smirk curved over your lips and he watched as you turned your head to face the open expanse before you. From this position not only was Velaris visible, but where the Sidra opened up to the western sea was also in sight. 

“I often forget how lucky we are to live in a place so beautiful.” You mused aloud, still watching where the distant waves crashed onto the golden shore. What a blessing such a sight was. “I hope it stays like this forever.”

Cassian sighed behind you, and shifted to sit crossed legged. You turned your head to face him once more, and upon seeing the downtrodden look he sported your smile faded and brows creased. 

“About that.” 

“Dont tell me you took off today to give me bad news.” It was a hopeful statement, but pointless as he looked at you. The stark beauty of his honey gaze was haunted. 

“(y/n)...” He was searching for what to say. You could almost see the gears shifting in his brain.  This alone clued you in and you turned to face the shore and city below. The blow you knew was to come had your spine straightening and shoulders squaring. 

“This is about Hybern, isn't it?” 

“Rhysand says the war is coming. He’s made his final decision on where we stand.” 

“I hope he made the right one.” 

“We will fight alongside the humans.” 

You nodded. Leaning forward you plucked a light pink foxglove stem from the ground. Twirling it in your fingers you pondered the color, the shape, how it smelt, and the fragility of it in your palms. With a thought it was a puff of pretty pink dust floating away on an incoming breeze. 

“Good.” Was all you had to offer to his statement. He shifted, scooting impossibly close to cage you between his legs. Ever so gently he pulled you into his chest. Relaxing into the broad expanse of muscle you rested a hand on his arm draped across your chest.  

“A lot of lives are gonna be lost. Can you handle that?” He whispered, breath fanning your ear. You stared at his tattooed hand resting on your leg, mulled over his words. They were not patronizing, more laced with concern than anything. You had never seen violent death. Cassian and the rest had seen more of it than deemed normal by most, and despite the vigorous training you had gone through your entire life, you had never been exposed to the violence and terror that coursed through the Illyrian blood your mate had. 

“I have no choice.” You replied finally. He tilted his head down to gaze into your eyes. They were impossibly sad as they gazed at you. You knew he was terrified of you being exposed to the horror of war, a thought he had expressed to you when this problem had come to fruition. “Things need to change, and this is the only way.” 

He nodded at your words, turned his eyes towards the horizon. A deep sigh heaved in his chest and you bit down on your lip, following his eyes towards the sun settling in the afternoon sky. Rhysand would want to see you all soon, prepare you. Tonight’s dinner was surely to be patterned with conversation of strategy and battalions, but for now you settled further into Cassian’s embrace. If war was inevitable, you wished to stain this moment into your mind. Soon, the peaceful images of the sea and your beloved home would be tarnished by blood soaked battles and ice cold camps in the mountains. For now it was the sweet scent of the foxglove and the warm embrace of the soul you loved most. 

And for now, that would do. 

⥈

Dinner started out quietly, everyone in attendance too content in the silence to broach the subject. Even Cassian, who was usually chatty at this time of night was stark silent beside you as he ate a dinner of lamb and wine. 

From his spot at the head of the table, Rhysand looked impassive. Always the stoic one, he ate with a crease permanently enlaid in his brow. Azriel across from you wore a twin expression, and Amren was characteristically silent with an empty plate before her. Morrigan was seemingly the only one who looked happy with the quiet, filling her second glass of the half hour. 

“I’d like to start by saying that I love you all.” Rhysand spoke finally, bringing his hands up to clasp them before his face. Five sets of eyes turned to face him, and silverware was quietly set down. Beneath the table, Cassian found your hand and offered it a gentle squeeze. 

“You all know what the next few months will bring, and I just want you all to know that.” He made it a point to hold each gaze as his eyes traveled around the table. You offered him a smile, one he returned weakly before he was placing his napkin on the table and leaning backwards in his seat. 

“Its going to move quickly. Hybern has already begun to send troops across the sea.” Azriel chimed in, shadows licking the tips of his wings fervently as he revealed their information. 

“I have had spies in the courts for months. It seems as though Tamlin-” Everyone’s breath caught, and subtly you looked to Rhys who’s eyes had clouded and jaw tightened. “And Berron Vanserra will be his strongest allies.”

Everyone nodded with bated breaths. 

“I’ll have a camp set up with Illyrian troops in the Summer court.” Cassian spoke, voice strong as whiskey. Your hand tightened on his. Despite his heritage along with your friends’ the Illyrians had never failed to terrify you, though some part of you supposed they were terrified of you. 

“Tarquin has agreed to aid our forces, as has Helion.” Rhysand murmured, gaze still foggy from the mention of his ex-confidant. “His soldiers are strong, but his forces are new. As are the human’s.” 

“(y/n), are the Valkyries prepared?” Amren inquired, turning her gaze away from Rhysand to face you. Clearing your throat you took a deep sip of your wine, nodding. 

“There are young ones, even younger than me but Njeri is confident they will be useful.” Amren nodded at your words, mulled over the possibilities young fae presented. It struck you then- the youth at this table. Rhysand and the boys ranging from 28 to 24, and yourself and Mor only 22. Those you would go up against…Hybern was ancient, skilled. The panic that began to rise in your throat was dangerous, so much so that you sent your mind to a far away place. When your had loosened in Cassian’s grip and your breathing slowed he removed his grip, focused on the far away look in your eyes before they closed. 

“I hate when they do that…” He muttered, shuddering outwardly. Mor could not stifle the laugh that bubbled from her throat, a noise that had everyone smiling.

“I think its fascinating.” She quipped, studying your relaxed features. 

“You know I can still hear you?” You mused, blocking out any further responses until the ilk had released its hold on your chest and slunk back to the furthest recesses of your mind. Rolling your shoulders you relished in the pop of joints before opening your eyes to look at Rhysand. He was waiting patiently, knowing you had something on your mind. 

“When do we leave?” You asked the dreaded question, unsure if you really wanted the answer. Rhysand sighed and he too finished off his glass before replenishing it. Glancing between both Azriel and Cassian his gaze hardened and he turned it towards the grain of the wooden dining table. 

“Two days from now we will head to the Summer court. Tomorrow we head to the mountains with Cass to ensure his troops are ready. Amren will stay here to hold Velaris.” He had found a scratch in the table particularly interesting. Rubbing his finger over it he tapped the table a few times before looking up. “We will discuss further tomorrow. Until then, let us enjoy this together.” 

Everyone nodded tightly, continued in meaningless conversation while the impending war loomed over your heads. Tomorrow you would prepare the Valkyries with Njeri, see who was ready and who was not. Tomorrow you would ready yourself, say goodbye to your home, and make sure every inch of the River home was burned into your memory. 

For now you ate with your friends, laughed at Mor’s recollection of a particularly fond Winter’s night, and this would be enough. It had to be. 

Gazing at your friends you imprinted their smiles, memorized the sound of their laughter. You had never experienced war but knew that the young faces before you would harden, the laughs would quiet, and their smiles bright as the northern star would dull. You would go into this war young- soft. And those of you that returned would be hardened by horrors you did not wish to imagine. 

Tonight you would pray to the mother that you would all sit at this table again, smiles be damned. But for now, this would be enough. It had to be. 

⥈

“Can I join you?” Cassian questioned from behind the bathroom door. You sunk lower into the purple tinted bath water, the curve of your lips tilting upward with a smirk. 

“Always.” You breathed. He entered quickly, shutting the door behind him and securing it locked as though someone would dare enter your shared room in the first place. He stripped himself of his shirt quickly, and stared down at you. You quirked a brow as he swallowed thickly, feigned innocence as that amber gaze drug the length of your submerged form. 

“Are you going to stare, or get in? The water’ll get cold.” You chided, relaxing your head against the edge of the basin. He scoffed audibly and though your eyes were closed you sensed him moving about the room as he stripped bare. Playfully, he reached into the water to tap your sides and urge you forward. With a sigh of feigned annoyance you shifted enough for him to slide in behind you, his legs stretching impossibly long on either side of you. 

“I think after this is over we should make Rhysand get us a bigger bath.” Cassian grumbled, the vibrato of his voice vibrating against your back. You chuckled and leaned your head against his shoulder, staring up at his dark lashes. The soak of your hair wet his skin and had rivulets of water streaking down the dark ink that marked his skin. His wings were dropping over the edge of the bath, sweeping the marble floors beneath. 

“Good idea, babe.” 

He smiled proudly and brought his arms up to wrap around your bare chest. You grasped his forearms, settled against him comfortably. The male released a low groan and shifted uncomfortably, the cause of his sudden discomfort becoming increasingly aware against the small of your back. 

“Oh good gods, Cass.” You huffed, rolling your eyes in jest. 

“I'm sorry.” He feigned, “You keep moving.” 

“Oh whatever” You giggled, shifting to face him fully. Scooting to the opposite edge of the tub you ignored the whine he released in your absence, “Turn around.” You commanded, nodding towards him. Cocking his head he raised a brow in question. 

“You are not getting into our bed without being clean. Day off or not you smell like a horse.” 

He snorted a sarcastic, “Gee, Thanks.” But shifted nonetheless. Positions firmly swapped you lathered your hands with his sandalwood soap and got to work scrubbing the expanse of his back. 

“Not to dampen the mood, but, you'll have to get used to me smelling like a horse when we don't have the luxury to do this.” He tossed out over his shoulder, tilting his chin to glance at you from the corner of his eye. You smoothed your hands over his shoulders, rested them on the top of his chest. 

“You’re going to be clean, Hybern be damned.” You snorted, returning to scrubbing the day's grime from his body. The male only complained when you forced his head under to wash his silken locks, though his complaints were quieted with the fair view he had of your bare breasts. 

“Sit up.” 

“Oh, I'm quite content where I'm at.” He ogled, wiggling his brows playfully. You rolled your eyes, rinsing out the last of the suds in his hair before swiftly standing effectively sending his head that was precariously perched on your knees into the soapy water. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat when he emerged sputtering, hair smattered across his face. 

“Cruel, wicked female.” He groveled, watching with peak interest as you sauntered into the bedroom, still sopping wet. 

He wasted no time in following, and found himself rock hard at the sight of you sprawled across the night dark bedspread. A gust of your magic and the open window was closed, effectively shutting out the noise of those still awake in the city beyond. Your head was propped in a hand, the free one tracing the golden threads of the blanket. 

“I suppose if there is no time for bathing in war, there will be no time for fucking?” The vulgarity of your words had his prick twitching against his stomach. Swallowing thickly he shook his head, a gentle ‘no’. You only nodded in reply and rolled onto your back, clasping your hands below your breasts. 

“Well then we better make use of what time we have left,” You turned your head towards him, noted the wetness gathering at his tip, “shouldn't we?” 

Cassian practically lept on top of you, caging you in muscle and wing. The membranous expanse shielded you from the room, the light still burning in the bathroom shining through the webbing. You had always found them so beautiful, flecked with a map of silver scars from stories long passed. Reaching upward you let a hand trail gently down the expanse, a motion that had Cassian shuddering and sucking in a deep breath. 

Resting his weight on an arm he reached upward and captured your chin in his grasp, pulling your gaze back towards his own. His hair, still wet from earlier, hung in soaked strands by his face, tickling the tips of your cheeks. 

“I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful thing I will ever see.” He whispered, gaze trailing from your eyes, to the pout of your lips, and the slope of where your throat met your collar. His hand followed his gaze, tracing, memorizing. 

Leaning down the male pressed a firm kiss into the junction of your throat, pressing downward to suck gently at the spot. The only sound you were capable of replying with was a breathy moan. Calloused fingers continued to travel over the planes of your body. They paused momentarily on the swell of your breast, held the weight in his palms before they continued their ghostly path downward. You were writhing beneath his touch. He smirked against your throat, lifted his hand away each time you pressed into it. It stilled on your hip and grasped it firmly when you released a wine and pressed your hips upward, rutting against his length. 

“If you don’t stop, this will be over a lot sooner than I want it to be.” He growled into your ear, nipping at the lobe before continuing his assault on your neck, moving to your chest only when he was satisfied that the blossoming purple would still mar your throat tomorrow. 

“If you dont touch me, it’ll stop right here.” You challenged, glancing downward at him through your lashes. He smirked, challenge accepted. 

“You want me to touch you?” He questioned, voice tinged with a playful mocking. You nodded fervently, keenly aware that he had released your hip and was hovering over where you needed him most. 

“Alright.” 

His hands were back on either side of your head. Releasing a pitiful groan you frowned at him. The general only winked before continuing his path downward with his lips. Your legs were shifting beneath him so much that he wedged his body firmly between them, not uttering a complaint when they wrapped around his waist. The further down he slipped the higher your legs slid upward until they were caging his head between your thighs. His body had slid off the bed, and he had drug you forward. Sitting on his knees the male was eye level with your dripping sex. If you could paint at all you would have this view hanging above the mantle in your room. 

“If only your soldiers could see you like this.” You hummed, sitting up on your elbows. “The mighty Cassian, on his knees for a fe-” Anything else that was meant to be said was silenced as he descended and licked a firm stripe up the center of your cunt. The noise you emitted was a mixture of a laugh at his timing and an absolutely vile moan. You felt him smirk against you, and his fingers dug impossibly deep into your hips to stifle your writhing body. 

“Holy fuck.” You whispered breathlessly, snaking your hands down to tangle in his hair as he began to suck and lick relentlessly. Your thighs pressed him downward, urging him onward. Cassian moaned into you, the grip you had on his scalp encouraging his motions. Completely void of motor function your left leg loosened, sliding down his back and caressing his wing. The touch had the male growling. No longer was the general focused on soft love, he was going to fuck you into the mattress until the sun came up and they drug you away from him. This much became clear when he locked eyes with you through the curtain of his hair. The determined set of his brow as he devoured you was nothing short of pure sin.

He was anything but gentle as he shoved two fingers into you without warning, the stretch had your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your body collapsing to the bed. He chuckled inwardly and began to pump the digits with impossible quickness. If Cassian knew anything at all, it was how to make you scream, and that you were.  If he cared at all for the others sleeping in the house, he would have reached a hand up to silence your cries. But as he watched you unravel before him he couldn't have given less of a damn if everyone in Velaris heard you. 

Between his fingers and tongue it didn't take long before your orgasm was ripping through you violently. He worked you through the shudders, still pumping his fingers slowly as he trailed back up your body, sucking and licking as he went.

When he was level once more with your eyes, your gaze was hooded. Your arms were splayed above you, hanging off the edge of the bed from where he had pushed your body back onto it. He was straddling your left leg, shoving his knee firmly between your legs to keep them from closing. 

“Youre so pretty.” He murmured, trailing a hand down your throat as he watched you. His upper lip was slick with your wetness and as you brought his face to yours the taste of yourself on his lips spurred you onward. It didn't take much for you to push him onto his back, and he didn't complain when you lowered to straddle his waist. He moaned through gritted teeth as you rubbed your sex along the length of him. His hands raised to grip your hips with a bruising pressure once more. 

There was nothing more bewitching than to watch Cassian’s face as you sank onto him, settling the entirety of him inside of you. His lids fell closed and his lips parted in a guttural moan, brows creasing impossibly close. It was empowering, knowing you were the only thing in all of Prythian that could have him this intimately. That though alone had you rolling your hips against his, setting a slow pace. It wasn't often he let you take control, and you were basking in the rush it sent through you. With shaking arms he pushed upward, sitting fully so he could be eye to eye with you as you rode him. 

You could have sworn he was drooling as he watched your breasts move with the reverberations of your motions. 

“Beautiful…” He trailed off, raising a hand to cup your jaw and drag you to his lips. You met them with a bruising force, tongues clashing with teeth and skin. It was sloppy, but the love was there. Bright as the sun and powerful as the ocean against the shore the love you shared shone down the bond, pulling it taut. 

With skilled precision he had you pressed face down on the mattress within seconds, pulling out only momentarily to drag your hips upward before he was slamming back into you once more. He set a punishing pace, the room filling with the vile sounds of slapping skin and blissful moans. He had a hand pressed into the back of your skull, tangling in your hair tightly. Groaning at the pull you gripped the bedspread, clinging to it for dear life as he hunched over you, taking the skin of your shoulder between his teeth. His weight was pressing you forward, and the hand tangled in your locks dropped down to keep your head from slamming into the thick oak headboard. 

Neither of you could help but chuckle at the fleshy thump of his hand colliding with the wood instead of your forehead. 

“Whoops.” He breathed, slowing momentarily to drag you away from impending brain damage. Gently he gripped you beneath the arms, drug you upward against his chest he rested his head on your shoulder, picked the pace back up. Your neck fell impossibly limp, head falling backwards into his chest as he angled his hips and plunged deeper. 

He was growing sloppy, chasing his release as he watched you begin to crumble. In a matter of seconds his hand was on your clit, pressing swift circles into it. He watched with dark satisfaction as your mouth opened in a silent scream and you broke beneath his ministrations. The sight of you fucked out in his arms made it impossible for him to last much longer and with an animalistic groan the general was emptying his seed inside of you, lowering your body back to the bed as he filled you. 

It took everything in him not to smirk devilishly at the sight of you sprawled below him as he pulled out of you, dragging some of his seed with him. You were panting, fingers flexing against the sheets as you tried to gather yourself to no avail. 

“If only the Valkyries could see you now.” He jested, mocking your earlier triumph as he pulled you into him beneath the blankets. He cocooned your body with his own, wrapping his limbs around you until the two of you were effectively tangled. You were content, unsure of where he ended and you began. 

“You're an ass.” You mumbled into his chest, flicking his side for added measure. He shrugged and hummed into your hair, trying his best to detangle the still wet strands with his fingers. 

“An ass that made sure you aided all of Prythian in knowing my name.” 

“Cass?”

“Hmm?”

“Shut the hell up.” Despite the playful grit in your tone your cheeks were beet red. You didnt want to ponder too long on the things your friends would say in the morning. You made a mental note to personally apologize to all of them. Based on the smug look your mate wore, you were positive he would greet their complaints with not a singular fuck to give. 

~

The next morning was somber. 

To your pitiful glee, no one mentioned the night before. Though Az was sporting dark under eyes and tinged cheeks when you entered the kitchen for breakfast. You offered him a smile but the shadowsinger looked away quickly, clearing his throat before he was turning away to wash out his glass in the sink. 

As of now it was just yourself, Azriel, and Cassian milling about the kitchen. Though you were moving through the motions of your daily routine, there was ilk hanging in the air. Leathers were donned by all three of you which was not unusual, though the arming to the teeth was. Azriel’s shadows flicked about his ankles anxiously, and Cassian was uncharacteristically quiet as he ate. 

There was a collective decision between the three of you not to bring it up until Rhysand made his way downstairs, and when the heavy thud of his boots hit the first step downward you could not suppress the shudder that overtook you. He stood in the threshold of the kitchen, watching as your trio ate in silence. When it became apparent that you were all caught up in muddling thoughts he cleared his throat. When three sets of eyes were effectively on him he smiled tightly and bowed his head in greeting. 

“We’ll go to the Steppes first. (Y/n) I need you to get into contact with Nadja. You will travel to the summer court with the Valkyries.” You nodded tightly, glancing at Cassian whose jaw was tight. “Mor is with Nadja already, she’ll travel with you.”

With soft eyes you returned your gaze to Rhysand, “We’ll leave today then. We’ll be slower on horseback than flying. It’ll take at least three days.” 

“You're Not traveling on horseback. I have arranged for a ship to take you in order to avoid crossing any borders.” Rhys spoke, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I won't risk that until I know where everyone stands with us.” 

Though the silence was deafening you nodded once more and rolled your shoulders back. Glancing between your friends you pressed this moment into your memories. The four of you standing in that kitchen, cramped with their wings and the building anxiety. The way Rhysand’s violet eyes dulled, the soft red glow of Cassian’s siphons, and the dark curl of Az’s shadows over his wings. 

It would be a while before the four of you were together here again. You wished this wasnt something you feared would never occur again, the four of you together, doing something so simple as eating breakfast. But it was, and you were terrified.

But for now the feeling of safeness with the brothers would be enough, it had to be enough. 

Steeling your nerves, you readied yourself for war.

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