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Choices [ Gwynriel ]
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Author's Note: This is my first Gwynriel piece so I hope you enjoy! Please know I tried to approach this as delicately as possible, focusing on Gwyn and her feelings.
Nothing is explicitly said about Gwyn’s trauma but just in case - trigger warning for light mentions of sexual assault.
Everything between the two of them was always about choice. Her choice.
It took no one by surprise when their feelings for each other became more. When the teasing, playful taunting and competitive streak became laced with a positive kind of tension.
But as brave and strong and fierce as Gwyn was, it had scared her to have feelings for Azriel just as it had terrified him.
It was on a random night as she was drifting off to sleep, smiling at the antics and jokes between them at training that Gwyn felt the world slip out from under her feet and found herself bursting into tears.
Because her heart had made a choice. A choice she realized she could make. A choice she wanted to make.
And her choice had been him.
She made the choice to reach out her hand and touch his first; he had held her hand as if it was his most prized possession, even as her heart beat wildly in her chest at the contact.
She made the choice to be the first to exchange gifts and he showered her with the most thoughtful and endearing gifts in return, as if he had been waiting for the chance.
She made the choice to — to hug him first, sending both of them into an overdrive of emotions and Azriel held her to him with such tenderness that it made her eyes well up.
She had made the choice to finally shout at him that he was an idiot, but she loved him anyway and Azriel could only smile softly, take her hands in his, and kiss them gently as he confessed his own heart to her, despite his own insecurities.
She had made the choice to kiss him first and he had kissed her with such fire in return that Gwyn went out of her way to kiss him every moment she could, just to feel his body melt against hers. Just to feel his lips on hers and experience all the different kinds of kisses one could have.
He accepted every choice of hers at her pace and only smiled knowingly whenever she made a request, as if his shadows had told him what to expect.
It had been a choice when she slipped from her room up to the training area, hoping to find him there because she — she wanted to spend more time with him. Even if it was in the dark and they would be alone. But only if he wanted to and gods, had Azriel wanted to.
It didn’t seem to surprise him when later on, she made the choice to share his bed, as if he could sense what she was thinking about before she did. She made the choice to sleep in his arms because Gwyn found that she slept better listening to him breathe and Azriel found that the best nights of sleep were with her wrapped in his arms, safe and sound — trusting.
But the real choice, the most significant choice — truly kept her awake for a few days as she debated it, wiping at her watery eyes.
Because she wanted him. She wanted to share herself with him and didn’t want to be afraid.
“I want this with you.” she had whispered, pulling him back to his bed and sitting them down. “I want to feel good with you.”
Azriel had only shuddered and then cupped her face gently. “My hands don’t deserve to touch you.” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you sure?”
“Your hands taught me how to defend myself and fight.” she replied, and her voice was firm. “Your hands taught me how to be strong. Your hands make me feel safe. Your hands saved me."
Azriel’s lips trembled as did hers.
“Your hands feel like the only home I’ve ever known.” she whispered. “I know where your hands have been and what they have done, Azriel. And they are still the only hands I ever want touching me.”
“Tell me what you want. How do you want me to start?” he breathed.
“Kiss me.” she whispered.
And he kissed her with everything he had. He kissed her with heartbreaking gentleness as his hands slowly caressed every inch of her body. He brought her hands to rest over his as he touched and felt, ensuring she knew exactly where he was going to go with his exploring.
When Gwyn pulled back, her hands shakily slipping off her robe, Azriel had the wind knocked out of him.
She had prepared for this, wearing a matching set of cobalt blue.
“I wanted to feel beautiful and blue reminds me of you.” she whispered and Azriel could only kiss her once more. Kiss her to ensure she knew he would keep her safe, he would make her feel good, and he would work with any choice she would make.
“You are beautiful.” he whispered to her, kissing her again. “And bold. And smart. You are my choice until the darkness claims me.”
She smiled and pulled a hand of his to her lips, kissing it gently. “And you are my choice, Azriel. I will have no other.”
He shuddered again at her words, but Gwyn only smiled wider as she lay back and slowly pulled him over her.
She had slept in his arms enough that having him hover over her didn’t frighten her. It ignited her.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Where do you want to touch me?” she asked him, but he shook his head with a chuckle.
“I want to know what you’ve been thinking about. What do you want to try first?” he asked quietly.
And so, Gwyn told him. And they took their time.
She wanted to explore him and take him in without anything between them. She wanted to touch him and feel his skin and Azriel let her touch him in any way she wanted. He let himself lay bare for her eyes and hands, watching as her eyes marveled at what being around her did to him.
When she asked him to teach her what he liked and how to touch him and make him feel good, Azriel was a goner. The spymaster in him with infinite amounts of patience was no more with Gwyn looking at him with such love. Together, they became more familiar with each other and more comfortable so that when Gwyn was ready once again to make more choices with him, she didn’t hesitate.
She liked his hands and wanted to feel them on her, touching, caressing, and squeezing. She wanted to feel his hands on her and most importantly, in her.
“I read about it in books.” she whispered and smiled shyly.
“And what did these books tell you?” he asked with a grin.
“That a good male knows how to bring a female pleasure in many ways, using his hands and mouth first.” she said.
“Is that so?” he teased, and she grinned, despite her flush deepening.
“Show me.” she whispered and was soon trembling at the pleasure his hands were bringing her, trembled even more as he slipped off her lacy underthings and drank in the sight of her bare for him.
The way he gently coaxed her first orgasm out of her had tears in her eyes, tears that he gently kissed away. He kissed her again and again as she sniffled because he felt good. A male had touched her, and it felt good.
Her male. Her choice.
She liked his tongue and the way it was so playful when they kissed, Gwyn wanted to know what it felt like in other places.
So Azriel obliged her and showed her all the ways he could make her tremble some more and come alive with his tongue between her legs. The second time she orgasmed left her panting slightly, her eyes glazed over in delight. Gwyn found out then that, she really liked the sight of him grinning at her from between her legs.
But for her final choice and how she wanted him, Gwyn needed just a little extra courage. She wanted him but her last memory was of pain and it still made her pause.
“We can stop and come back whenever you’re ready.” he said quietly, kissing her forehead but Gwyn shook her head.
“I am ready.” she said quietly but not weakly. “But I want to guide you.”
“I am yours.”
So, Gwyn pulled him over her and let her hand slide down Azriel’s chest until she was inches away from his hardened length. She met his gaze and Azriel gave her an encouraging nod. Steadily, she wrapped her hand around him and watched as he let out a shaky breath while she pumped him curiously. Holding his gaze, Gwyn spread her legs slowly and Azriel didn’t look away, resting his hand on hers.
“Is this okay?”
Gwyn nodded but Azriel shook his head.
“I need to hear it.”
Gwyn swallowed. “I want this but I’m nervous it’s going to hurt.”
“I will go as slow as you need me to.” he said and leaned in to kiss her. “It might be a little uncomfortable until we get used to it. Do you want to try being on top for this first time?”
“No.” she said firmly. “They don’t get to win anymore. I want you like this for our first time.”
“I am yours however you want me.”
“Then kiss me.” she requested. “Kiss me and — and make love to me.”
He smiled softly and with his hand gently on hers wrapped around his length, Azriel slowly eased into her, inch by inch, pausing every single time she tensed, murmuring words of love and encouragement in her ear until they were one.
Gwyn breathed sharply and Azriel intertwined one hand with hers, the other brushing her hair back as she adjusted to him and bit her lip. He kissed every inch he could reach as she breathed, trying to ease the tension in her.
“I won’t move.” he said, caressing her cheek. “You can roll your hips up and see if you like it.”
Gwyn’s eyelids fluttered as she did exactly that, another shaky breath slipping from her lips.
“I like it.”
“Good. Keep doing it until you really like it.”
She licked her lips and Azriel had to kiss her again, a quiet groan slipping from him when she rolled her hips once more and Gwyn giggled breathlessly.
“Do it again.” he murmured, and she did. She made the choice to do it again and again until the slight discomfort at the fullness of him inside her faded and pleasure coursed through her body.
“You are my choice.” she whispered, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into her further.
“Always.” he whispered in return and leaned in to kiss her tenderly as he started rocking into her slowly.
She gasped softly at the sensation, her eyes locked on his as their bodies found their rhythm. Gwyn wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her as his hands and his lips touched her in all the ways she had always wanted to be touched.
Lovingly. Tenderly. And most importantly, with her permission.
Her choice.
He was her choice and one of the best she had ever made.
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Eris and Iris.
An arranged marriage brought them together and beneath all the hate, the two are more alike than they’d like to be.
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Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Bonus Scene
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
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Hello darling! It’s a tag so people know @moononastring is still me and that I previously used that blog.
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Who is your ultimate SJM man?
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Instincts - II [ Elucien ]
Part One | My darling Marci @foxfairyreadswas kind enough to draw some art to accompany the fanfiction so please check it out here! It’s our girl Elain testing Lucien’s will to live by just breathing 😌
This part definitely took on a much more humorous route so enjoy my favorite awkward idiot mates <3 |
Jurian and Vassa watched him quietly from across the living room.
Lucien had simply walked into their manor and slid into the chair he was currently still occupying in silence, just staring at the ceiling.
It had been over an hour.
“Do you think he’s having a mental breakdown?” Jurian whispered to Vassa who shrugged.
“He did spend the night there. Do you think something happened?” she whispered back, and it was Jurian’s turn to shrug.
Looking at each other once more, the two mortals-but-not-quite-mortals picked up their chairs and moved closer to him.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” Jurian called out and Vassa jabbed him with her elbow, shooting him a glare.
“Lucien, did something happen?” Vassa asked more gently.
It took a moment but Lucien finally looked at his two friends, his face matching his hair, and said hoarsely, “Pants.”
His two friends blinked.
“Do you...need new ones?” Jurian asked after a moment. Vassa shot him an exasperated look but Jurian only held out his hands with a shrug.
“What’s wrong, Lucien?” Vassa asked calmly. “Are you okay?”
It took Lucien another moment before he ran a hand down his flushed face and croaked out, “No.”
“Well spit it out, we’re not getting any younger here.” Jurian said with a scoff and Vassa jabbed him again.
“For once, can you have some decorum?” Vassa snapped. “He’s clearly going through something.”
“I’m trying to annoy him into saying something! It’s been over an hour and he’s like the living dead then the only word he says is ‘pants’!” Jurian replied. “What am I supposed to think?”
“If you’d just shut your big fat mouth for two seconds he might be willing to say something —”
“You’re the one who is arguing with me instead of asking him —”
“I did ask him but you won’t give him a chance to answer, you big buffoon —”
Lucien heard them but he wasn’t really listening. The shopping trip of woe flashed through his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut and then finally wheezed out,
“Elain.”
His friends froze.
“What about her?” Vassa asked carefully, her tone hushed in excitement.
"If you’ve somehow managed to have your pants off in front of her after two years of this odd limbo, we really need to talk tactics.” Jurian said, shooting him a look. “Did she see you in all your naked glory and faint from lust?”
A heartbeat of silence passed.
“Jurian.” Lucien said and finally looked at his friend as Vassa bit back a smile.
“Yes?” his friend asked with a grin.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Vassa snorted as Jurian scowled.
“Agreed.” she said, patting him on the thigh then focusing on Lucien. “What happened with Elain? Is that why you stayed there last night and all day today?”
Lucien’s eyes went back to the ceiling, seeing but not seeing.
“So I went to see Feyre and Nyx.” he began.
“Yes, you said.” Vassa urged on, scooting closer.
“I stayed for dinner. She ignored me as usual.”
“Sounds about right.” Jurian said and Vassa smacked Jurian’s knee.
“I went up to my guest room. I was getting ready to relax and read a book.”
“As one does.” Vassa commented and Jurian rolled his eyes.
“Then I — I felt her get distressed.” Lucien says quietly, his eyes still on the ceiling. “I was in front of her room before I even realized and then heard her sobbing...I thought it was because of me.”
“If he doesn’t get to the point quicker, I’m going to punch him in the face.” Jurian mumbled to Vassa and she shoved him, sucking her teeth.
Turning to Lucien, she gently said, “Lucien, why would she be sobbing because of you? You haven’t done anything to her.”
Lucien paused and turned to look at Vassa. “You know why I would think that.” he said then his gaze went back to the ceiling. “But it wasn’t like that. She was really upset over a book.”
Jurian opened his mouth but Vassa pinched him, jerking her chin to the now small smile on Lucien’s face.
“A book?” she asked, coaxing him and Lucien closed his eyes, the smile widening slightly.
“Her favorite fictional character died and she was planning to murder her sister.”
Vassa blinked and Jurian shot her an exasperated look.
“We — we talked.” Lucien continued. “And then... it ended with plans for me to teach her basic self-defense.”
“Oh?” Vassa asked and shared an excited look with Jurian who was nodding along.
“But before we train,” Lucien began and his expression tightened, heat rising through his body. He swallowed then continued, “She needed to buy pants. She’s never worn pants before.”
A beat of silence passed then Jurian snorted. “Now it makes sense.”
But Vassa smiled and moved even closer to Lucien. “Did you take her to buy pants?”
“So many pants.” he whispered, almost in agony. “She tried on so many.”
And indeed, Elain had.
The two had left the house separately, agreeing that there was no need to let anyone know they would be going out together. No need at all. It would be completely accidental if they happen to meet in the Palace of Thread and Jewels.
Lucien had been thrilled at this notion — if only due to the fact that when he met up with Elain and found her smiling at him, he was close to dissolving into a puddle of mush.
“So where do we start?” Elain asked him, cautious optimism radiating off her as she walked next to him. She was dressed in a lovely soft orange dress, fitted to her figure in a way that Lucien couldn’t bear to look at for too long. He wondered if she realized how tempting the matching ribbon in her hair would be to him. If he didn’t watch himself, that simple ribbon would bring him to his knees.
“I scoped out a few stores that have a variety you can choose from.” he said with a small smile. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted them fitted or a little looser or —” Lucien waved a hand, cutting himself off as his face heated. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”
Elain smiled, roses blooming on her cheeks. “I’m not sure either. I guess we’ll see when we get there.”
“I guess so.” he said and the two walked quietly.
An internal war had broken out within his mind as they walked, both shy, both stealing glances at each other and looking away.
Should he ask her something? Should he let her ask the questions? Should he flirt? Lucien stole a glance at her again to find her watching him curiously.
“What’s wrong?”
Elain shook her head, still watching him. “When did you have time to scope anything out?”
“I’m an early riser.” he said with a small laugh. “Besides, I’ve really enjoyed exploring the city each time I visit so I know my way around.”
Elain sighed happily as she looked around. “It is a wonderful place to be.”
“I sense a ‘but’ there.”
“But...it’s only one place.” she said with a chuckle. “I’ve been here for two years and while I’ve enjoyed every moment...the world is so much bigger.”
Lucien nodded knowingly. “That it is. I think you would enjoy visiting the other courts if given the chance.”
“You’ve spent time in all of them, haven’t you?” she asked curiously. “As emissary?”
He was pleasantly surprised by the question and wondered exactly how she knew this. “Yes. Each court is fascinating in its own way but the ones I appreciate the most are Day and Dawn. They’re both very beautiful and very welcoming.”
“I would love to visit those courts. All of them actually! But I know Helion is a good friend to this court so I would like to start there at least.”
“He’s a good male too.” Lucien agreed and asked his next question because it was Helion they were talking about. “I’m sure he’s flirted with you, hasn’t he? He’s one of the high lords that is very inappropriate, especially if he’s comfortable.”
“Would it make you jealous?” she teased then her face quickly fell. “Not in a bad way — I’m just kidding —”
But Lucien chuckled and waved her off. “No one can really be jealous of Helion flirting. He flirts with everybody.”
He felt her relax at his response and watched as she looped a strand of hair between her fingers. “He hasn’t — just so you know. But he’s been very kind whenever we meet.”
“Even if he did, you don’t owe me an explanation.” he said with a shrug, and Elain’s brows furrowed in interest then she nodded.
A moment of silence passed again between them, instinct drawing them closer to each other as they walked.
Giving him a small coy smile, Elain raised a brow. “Has he flirted with you?”
And Lucien chuckled, shooting her a grin. “Why? You jealous?”
She laughed softly. “If he flirted with you and not with me, maybe. More offended really.”
Lucien laughed then shook his head. “Interestingly enough, no. He’s always been extremely polite with me so I think he has a gut feeling we wouldn’t be his type or too into it.”
Elain chuckled softly then brushing a hair from her face, she gazed up at him curiously. “You’ve also traveled outside of Prythian, right?” she asked, her gaze curious again. “What’s been your favorite place to see?”
“That’s so hard to answer.” he said with a small laugh but she smiled at him and her elbow brushed his so he continued, “The continent was very interesting because it was so different. It had a lot of sights that I’ve never seen before.”
“I’ve always wanted to see the flowers in the continent.” she said, and Lucien had to breathe through his nose to calm himself at the slight pout of her lips. “Did you happen to notice the flowers there?”
Lucien debated how honest he was to be with her. Rubbing his neck, he gave her a sheepish smile.
“I...I did.” he answered, going with his gut that she’d appreciate the truth. Elain tilted her head to observe him. “After Feyre told me about your love of gardening, I made it a point to pay attention. In case you ever asked.”
“Oh.”
And that dreaded silence followed again. Lucien winced slightly then blew out a breath. He would attempt to flirt instead.
“Then you went and ignored me like I was diseased for two years.” he continued dryly, and Elain made a choking sound next to him.
“When you say it like that —”
“ — So I went out of my way to step on any flowers that came in my path after that.” he added with a shrug and Elain gasped, stopping him with a death grip on his arm.
“You did not!”
Lucien’s lips twitched as she glared at him, but he was also keeping an eye on the hand now touching his. “I may have.”
“You did not crush flowers because of me.”
“Kicked around the dirt a little too. Might have killed a few innocent ladybugs.”
Elain paused, squinting at him in outrage then shoved him with a scoff when he started laughing.
“You’re annoying.” she mumbled though there was no heat in the words as she flushed.
“Thank you.” he replied, and half bowed mockingly. “I’ve been told it’s one of my best traits.”
“You should redefine the word best, flower murderer.”
Lucien put a hand over his heart. “I take offense to that. I merely put them to rest. They are now resting in peace.”
She snorted, shooting him an amused look. “Yeah, if you consider trampling them to death resting in peace.” she said then mumbled, “Plant killer.”
If Lucien didn’t know any better, he’d say she was flirting right back.
So he decided to be honest again.
“Actually…” he began and paused in front of a shop, Elain stopping with him. “I had gotten you flower seeds from the continent because I thought you would be interested.”
Elain’s fingers fisted the sides of her dress as she swallowed, glancing down at her feet then back up at him. “You — you did?”
“Yes.” he replied and again, gave a sheepish shrug. “But you didn’t seem to particularly enjoy my other gifts and I didn’t want to make flowers a negative thing for you as well.”
Time seemed to pause between them as Lucien watched her expression shift through the different emotions she was practically shouting at him. Doubt seeped in.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been this honest. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed his luck.
“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable —”
“I don’t mind your gifts.” she said quietly, effectively muting Lucien.
His heart went haywire. He probably needed to sit down.
“I see.”
“I still have them all. And your jacket.” she added, twisting the fabric of her dress. She looked up at Lucien with flushed cheeks then looked down again. “I — I have them in my closet.”
Lucien swallowed, his own face heating. “Well.” he started and rubbed his neck again. “That’s nice you didn’t toss them into the river. I’m sure it would’ve confused the fishes.”
Elain huffed out a laugh, wringing her hands, and he felt her embarrassment radiating off of her. “You’ve been thoughtful.” she said quietly. “I have not.”
Lucien’s expression softened and he gently touched her elbow. “I understand why it has been the way it is.” he said quietly. “But I’m glad you kept them.”
“Me too.” she said softly and gave him a small smile that Lucien returned.
Letting himself memorize her features in the few seconds he had before it turned creepy, he tried not to flush too terribly. Clearing his throat, he gestured with his hand to the store they were standing in front of.
“Here we are.” he declared. “I figured we can start here then go whenever else you wanted if you didn’t like the selection.”
“I’m sure I will!” she said and smiled widely as she looked into the shop window. “You’re always so well-dressed. I trust your taste.”
Lucien blanked out.
“You’ve — “he cleared his throat, cursing himself for the heat coursing through his body. “Thank you.”
She’d noticed. He’d have to be extra mindful of what he wore next.
Elain smiled at him knowingly and went ahead, stepping into the shop.
Lucien took a moment to calm himself. “Get a grip. Get a grip. Get a grip.” he mumbled. She had just complimented him. It wasn’t a big deal. They were just words.
Words he never thought he’d hear in over two years. They had graduated from full sentences to full conversations to compliments in one day. He prayed to whatever gods were listening that he survived this trip.
Taking a deep breath, Lucien followed Elain into the shop and became immediately aware of her surprise when the shop owner greeted him warmly.
“Lucien! It’s good to see you.”
“Seraphine, a pleasure to see you as well.” he said with a smile then gestured to Elain. “I’m sure you know who this is, of course. Elain, this is Seraphine — Seraphine, Elain. My ma — this is Elain!”
Lucien flushed and avoided Elain’s gaze, staring directly at Seraphine whose knowing look was too knowing for his own liking.
“Yes, of course.” Seraphine said, smiling at Elain. “How can I not know our High Lady’s sister whose green thumb has blessed our city.”
“That’s very kind of you to say.” Elain replied, her cheeks blooming. “It’s not much. I’ve been enjoying it.”
“As those who you work with enjoy it as well!” Seraphine boomed and Lucien smiled when Elain beamed under the compliment. “How can I help you both?”
Elain looked to Lucien with a shy smile, and he gestured for her to go ahead, his smile growing.
With a widening grin, Elain leaned against the counter and spoke in an excited hush, “I would like to buy some pants.”
Lucien bit his lip to hold back his chuckle at the childish excitement emitting from her, but Seraphine laughed.
“I wish all my customers were this excited to buy pants.” she said, and Elain laughed. “What kind are you looking for?”
“Well, I’ve never worn any before so...all kinds?” she replied then looked to Lucien again with a small smile. “Lucien is going to help me learn some self-defense so we can start with something to suit that.”
“Ah, comfy training pants it is then. Come with me! I can show you a few different ones and see what you like.” she said with a smile and started moving. “Shirts too, I’m assuming?”
“Yes, please.” Elain replied, following her then turned back to Lucien. “Nothing to get in the way though, right?”
“Right. Seraphine knows which are most comfortable. You’re in good hands.” he said, his smile gentle. “I’ll be here whenever you’re done.”
Elain gave him an excited thumbs up then followed Seraphine who was very enthusiastic about providing her with options. Lucien watched with raised brows as the selection quickly went from training clothing to pants and shirts of all colors and styles.
“Try on the training ones first.” he called out when Elain ducked into the changing room. “Then you can see the others.”
Her hand poked out from behind the curtain with another thumbs up and Lucien chuckled as Seraphine slid up next to him.
“So.”
And the one word had Lucien rolling his eyes. “Not a word. To anyone.”
The shop owner laughed and then patted him on the shoulder. “I’m honored you brought your mate to me for her pants expedition.” she said then winked at Lucien. “I think you’ll like the choices.”
Lucien groaned softly as Seraphine walked away with another laugh. He had successfully avoided actively thinking about Elain in pants all morning. He did not need to think about her in tight pants. Or loose pants. Or no pants as she was currently undressing in the changing room. He squeezed his eyes shut and thumped his fist to his forehead. Of course, Seraphine would make fun. Of course. Everyone who knew them would.
“Get a grip.” he mumbled again. How many females had he seen in pants? This shouldn’t be a big deal.
But she’s your beautiful mate. And you will get the privilege of seeing her in pants for the first time before anyone else.
“Get a grip.” he practically snarled at himself then quickly shook his head and cleared his throat.
It would be fine.
But then the curtain shuffled and Lucien’s eyes snapped over to where Elain stood, hesitating and half hidden.
“I feel...a little exposed.” she mumbled with an embarrassed smile and Lucien’s expression softened.
“Do you want me to look away? You can just tell me how you feel in it. Seraphine has a good eye too.”
“No!” she quickly said then flushed. “I want your opinion.”
She had no idea the cord she had struck by saying that and Lucien tried not to tremble because of it, so he gave her an encouraging smile.
“I’m sure it looks great. Let’s see it.”
Elain stepped out, dressed in dark, fitted training pants alongside a matching fitted shirt that stopped at her hips, and every single part of Lucien’s mind and body short-circuited.
“What do you think?” she asked with a shy smile, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the shirt.
Lucien tried not to gape at her, his brain going faster than his mouth ever hoped to catch up. He wasn’t sure where to look exactly. Her curves that were usually delicately noticeable in dresses but were now very accentuated in the tight material? Her legs? Her chest?
The shirt hugged the swell of her breasts in a way that Lucien knew with absolute certainty, that he was being punished. That in this moment of agony, he was truly being tortured. Which was exactly what this shopping trip had turned into with this one-stop: torture.
But then Elain turned slowly.
“I like that they are fitted but don’t feel too tight.” she was saying but Lucien’s eyes had zeroed in on her plump ass that he had never seen in this light before and it was just too much for him.
This was too much. This trip was clearly a mistake. He desperately needed to sit down.
Seraphine had slid up next to Lucien silently. “You better curb that scent of yours before you scare off my customers, you hormonal nitwit.” she mumbled out of the corner of her mouth then smiled at Elain. “It looks great! What do you think, Lucien?”
Lucien swallowed as Elain turned to him with an expectant smile. “I — I — It looks great.” he wheezed out and Elain’s brows furrowed. He cleared his throat, his face flushed. “Pants suit you. As long as you’re comfortable moving around for basic training, it’ll work out perfectly.”
“Why don't you try squatting in them, Elain? Make sure you can move around comfortably. See how you feel!” Seraphine asked with a coy smile, her gaze on Lucien’s face.
Panic coursed through Lucien at Elain’s excited “Okay!” because if there was another thing he didn’t need at this particular moment, it was her squatting in those tight pants.
“I don’t think that’s —” and the sentence died in his throat as Elain did a squat then raised again, only to squat once more.
Lucien’s knees nearly buckled under him. He was a drowning man — a starving one — who had very carefully locked away his hope of a relationship with his mate for years. This was all too much for him.
Her conversation. Her smiles. Her little laugh.
Her pants.
She had been beautiful in dresses. Absolutely breathtaking.
But in fitted clothing? She would be his undoing.
“It still feels good! It doesn’t make me feel like I can’t move.” she said and aimed to do it again, but Lucien held up a hand.
“Don’t — “he croaked. “Please don’t do that again.”
Elain blinked in confusion then her expression cleared as she straightened, her own face reddening.
“Oh.” she said quietly then giggled. “Sorry.”
Lucien shook his head, closing his eyes momentarily then opened them to give her an apologetic smile. “You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s fine.” he said hoarsely. “The important thing is that you like them. Do you?”
“I do.” she said with a smile and turned to Seraphine. “I think three sets of these in different colors should be good.”
The shop owner nodded with a grin. “I’ll get them ready for you.” she said then gestured to the changing room as she walked away. “Why don’t you try on some other outfits? Lucien should see you in the different ones we picked out.”
“Should I?” Elain asked with a coy smile, glancing at Lucien. “Are you alright with seeing other styles?”
“Gods, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” he mumbled, and Elain’s laugh had his heart swelling three sizes.
She shrugged innocently. “I’m just trying on some clothes.”
Lucien shook his head, laughing softly even as his face heated, his fingers unbuttoning the top of his tunic as he pulled at it to give himself some air. “We’ll see how cheeky you are when we start training and you can barely catch your breath.”
But Elain was staring at him now, her flushed cheeks giving away where her eyes had zeroed in on. Lucien smirked.
“Do you want me to try on some clothes too, Elain?”
She blinked then pursed her lips. “No.” she said quickly. “I have more to show you. Take a seat.”
“Bossy.” he muttered and his smile turned into a wicked grin when she flashed him a smirk over her shoulder, walking back to the changing room. Lucien took the time to truly admire her figure from behind before she slipped behind the curtain. Taking a deep breath, he finally slid into the waiting area chair.
They were playing games now, it seemed.
And once Elain stepped out in the second outfit choice, Lucien found out very quickly exactly how dirty Elain liked to play her games.
Making a noise similar to a wounded animal, Lucien sank lower in his chair as he finished recalling exactly how Elain sauntered out of the changing room in another tight pair of pants. And several more after that. With shirts that hugged her body like paint.
A moment of silence followed.
“Do you need a moment of privacy to adjust your pants, Lucien?” Jurian asked innocently and Vassa finally burst out laughing.
Without looking at either of them, he flipped them both off.
“But this is so good!” Vassa said with a grin. “She’s flirting with you! She’s having fun.”
“I know.” Lucien replied, smiling tightly. “But I’m unsure of how I’m supposed to handle training with her in those fucken pants.”
Jurian rolled his eyes at Vassa as Lucien let out another wounded animal noise.
“You wear some tight pants too.” Jurian suggested dryly and Vassa nodded eagerly with a laugh.
“With no shirt.” she added. “She won’t know what to do with you.”
Lucien chuckled and ran a hand over his face once more. “Buckle up, then. She wants to come train here — “
His friends gasped.
“Away from the Night Court?” Jurian asked with raised brows.
“You think they’ll let her?” Vassa asked, brows furrowed.
“I’d like to see anyone try to stop her.” Lucien said, his eyes flashing. “She decides where she wants to go and if that’s with me, I will not allow anyone to stop her.”
“Oof, those mate instincts really kicking in, huh?” Jurian said with a grin.
Lucien spared him a glance then rolled his eyes. “Those mate instincts mean we will be on our best behavior.” He said then pointed threateningly at his friend. “Jurian, that specifically means you.”
“Yes.” Vassa agreed and patted his shoulder. “You need to bathe and then stay hidden. She doesn’t have to see you. Or smell you.”
“Agreed.” Lucien said immediately with a laugh and Jurian glared at them both.
“Rude.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “You’ll see. I’m going to charm her so well I’ll end up being her favorite by the end of the day.”
“Good luck with that.” Vassa said with a dry laugh. “I’m sure once she sees Lucien in his tight pants, she won’t be looking at anyone else.”
And Lucien grinned, thinking of the multiple cardiac arrests she had caused him today and the sweet, sweet agony of it all. “That, my friend, is the goal.”
It only seemed right he returned the favor. A little payback never hurt anybody.
#elucien#elucien fanfics#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#acotar fanfiction#gfics#fic: instincts#previously: moononastring
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People who don’t think Lucien is hot just…need to get their eyes bias checked. I mean…my guy was a known harlot. You don’t get a rep like that from nothing 😌
#lucien vanserra#just saying#every single person that talk about him in acotar mentions how hot he is#EVERY SINGLE ONE LOL#previously: moononastring
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Quiet Thunder - II [ Elucien ]
Prompt: This is a follow-up to part one of Quiet Thunder where Lucien expresses his frustrations to Elain post-ACOFAS. This is the Elain follow-up. |
Rating: SFW
Elain took a deep breath of a new day in Velaris. She paused in the busy streets and her eyes darted around the buildings, the color, and the different kinds of people roaming around her.
Would she ever feel like she belonged? A lump formed in her throat and she tried to swallow it as she walked on. Elain tried. She tried to fit in and stay busy and be happy but every time she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt nothing but shame.
Shame for who she had been. Shame for who she was now. Shame for allowing herself to cope in the only way she knew how, by ignoring it.
Everything was different and yet, the same.
She took another deep breath and walked on, her fingers gently rubbing the tip of her right ear; a new habit she had picked up when nervous. A habit that only kept reminding her of the differences in her body. A body that was hers yet not, a body she was still getting to know all over again.
Elain walked on, past the busy streets into a quieter neighborhood, where each of the houses burst with personality. She saw one, two, and three-story homes, with yards, picket fences, gardens, and treehouses. She smiled at those who smiled at her and nodded at those who didn’t.
Would she ever get used to being so known like this? Would she go back to enjoying socializing and welcoming people into her life?
Elain sighed, as she did so often these days, and finally stopped in front of one particular home. A quaint, cottage-like home with a modest gate, surrounded by greenery. Wildflowers lining a white fence. Her heart thudded and her throat bobbed. It was so lovely.
Elain swallowed then slowly made her way to the front door of his home and stood.
She stood and stood and stood.
Elain stood, eyeing the white door and she wondered how long she’d been standing there; ten minutes or ten months.
It had been about three weeks since he’d come to see her and said all that he said to her but she hadn’t heard from him since. She may have only been standing in front of his home for these few minutes, but deep down, Elain knew she had been standing still in all aspects of her life for so much longer.
“Feel better. Find me when you do.”
The words echoed in her mind now as she stood, rooted to her spot. Thinking back on the past year and some, so many things had just happened to her in her life and she had stood, passively letting it by. Had she just been lying in wait then? Waiting for something to push her story forward? To force her into action?
She shook her head then and bit her lip. What was she so afraid of? He was giving her a choice. A chance. Free reins. He had made it clear from the very beginning, he wanted nothing more than a conversation and gave her the choice to decide when.
“If you don’t want anything to do with me, then that’s fine, but we need to discuss that.”
A decision she had the right to make. A choice given back to her to move her life forward, on her own terms.
“I didn’t ask for this either and I’m not looking for you to love me. I’d just like to at least be your friend.”
A friend. A friend that would be tethered to her soul.
Feyre had mentioned he was back in Velaris for the time being, to visit, to work, she wasn't sure. Elain had stopped listening after Feyre had announced his return, the first one of his since she last saw him. She had shot up and had finally decided — actually, decided on her next move. No one had questioned it.
As she stood here now, her grip tightened around the bouquet of flowers she had put together to give to him. Her gaze dropped to the rainbow of color in her hand; it was a mix of Scarlet Geranium, White Poppy, asphodel, and purple hyacinth. She tried to pick flowers that would express how she felt; there wasn’t a language she spoke as fluently as when she spoke in flower.
She hoped he could translate her apology but then again, Elain wondered if he’ll even want anything from her. After all, she hadn’t been very kind to him.
“The least you could grant me, us, is a chance to talk about this.”
Elain closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe she should go back. She didn’t know what she’d even say to him. What would they even talk about? Was there a point in moving forward if you didn’t know what direction to go?
“Elain?”
His scent hit her as she whirled around and found him standing a few feet back, a bag of goods in his hand. He blinked at her in surprise and she instantly flushed.
“Hello.” she said, eyes darting all around them before settling on him again and she held the flowers out. “These — these are for you.”
Once again, Lucien blinked at her in surprise and Elain’s flush deepened.
“Oh!” he said and hesitantly reached out to take them. “Thank you...I, um — hello.”
Their fingers brushed as he took the bouquet from her and the two shuddered. She eyed Lucien and by the look on his face, he had felt the shock of the touch too.
She curled a loose strand of hair behind her ear then clasped her hands together, took a small breath, and stepped back. “Feyre said it had been a while since you’ve been back to this home here. I figured flowers could...brighten it up.”
Elain watched him look down at the flowers silently and hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until he chuckled softly and she loosened a sigh of relief.
“Thank you. I appreciate the thought.” he replied, meeting her gaze. “I went to replenish a few missing things.” He paused and she noticed how his fingers tightened around the bouquet as a moment of silence passed between them, then, “Would you like to come in?”
Elaine blinked. “Come in?”
“Yes.”
“Inside your home?”
“...Yes?”
“...I don’t know if that’s proper.” she said breathlessly and watched his mouth slip into an ever so slight frown. “Unless!” she quickly added and he blinked. “Unless...it’s fine?”
“Of course it is.” he replied softly, his brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Elain bit her lip as she glanced at him. Their eyes met and they both immediately flushed again when his gaze narrowed on her lips. “I don’t know what the social etiquette rules here are.” she whispered. “I don’t want to overstep.”
Lucien gave her a smile of understanding. “You could never overstep.” he said softly and she nodded silently, brows furrowed.
A heartbeat of silence passed then,
“So... you want me to come inside your home?” she asked hesitantly, feeling her face heat all over again.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to.” he said with a small smile. “Did you think I’d have you at my door and not invite you in? Terrible manners that would be, wouldn’t it?”
She gave him an awkward smile. “To be completely honest...I hadn’t thought about what would happen after I got here.”
Lucien paused then, gazing at her, his eyes locked on hers and Elain felt a tingling sensation — as though he could see right through her. Right through her jumbled thoughts. She watched him nod, seemingly to himself then walked past her to open his door, gesturing for her to go in.
“If this is your way of instigating a night of sweet lovemaking, I’m afraid you’ll have to invite me for dinner first.” he replied with a cheeky smile.
Elain froze mid-step, her eyes widened and her face flushing even deeper than before. Lucien’s eyes found hers and his expression shifted from a smile to horror, his body going rigid.
“Oh gods.” he whispered and immediately straightened. “I’m so sorry Elain, I was only joking —I do it when I’m nervous — very inappropriate — I don’t want to make you uncomfortable – it was just — ”
But he stopped as she started giggling.
Lucien watched her giggle uncontrollably, doubling over and his lips twitched, unsure of what to make of it.
“I thought I insulted you but I suppose I really am as hilarious as I think I am.” he said with a brow raised. “The idea of us making passionate love is just hysterical, hm?”
Elain sighed, wiping her eyes. He had caught her so off-guard with his statement, her own reaction surprised her. The man she’d been ignoring for over a year now was making jokes with her! About the two of them! Being intimate!
The two stood and looked at each other, taking in the lightness of the moment. That he had made her laugh. It brought back the memory of the first time he had inspired a smile out of her.
“Of all the things I thought you’d say, that was definitely not it.” she finally said, looking away from him shyly. “I — it’s not very proper though, is it?”
“Mmm.” he mused, then chuckled. “Proper is selective in my arsenal but I’ll be sure not to scandalize you further with my jokes. I can be a gentleman for you.”
“I would think being yourself is the best policy.” she replied with a small chuckle and finally stepped into his home. Her eyes darted around his living space, taking it all in.
“Are you saying if I am being a gentleman, I’m not being myself?” he asked with mock offense and Elain snorted.
“Based on the things I’ve heard from Feyre? It’s debatable.”
“Asking Feyre about me, are you?” Lucien asked teasingly and Elain rolled her eyes. “I knew my wily charms would eventually come through.”
“There’s the snark I was warned about.” she muttered and he chuckled.
Elain felt his eyes on her as she continued to scan his home. It wasn’t too cluttered. It was kept tidy and everything in the space had a practical use. Without having to look at him, she could tell her assessment was making him nervous.
“Is it alright if I close the door or should I leave it open in case you want to run after I crack another inappropriate joke?”
Elain rolled her eyes, then turned to meet his gaze, her cheeks rosy once more. “I’m here, aren’t I? I made the choice to be.”
Lucien hummed softly and walked past her, placing both the bags and flowers on the small dining table. He paused then, “Yes. You did make the choice to come.” he said and braced his hands on his kitchen counter, clearing his throat. “But, forgive me for asking so bluntly and right away but — why are you here?”
Elain’s brows furrowed and she looked down, thinking exactly how to answer that. A moment passed then she looked at him, patiently waiting for her response.
“You told me to feel better and then come find you.” she said quietly. “So I’m here. To talk.”
Lucien slowly nodded. “To talk.”
“Yes.”
He watched her and it unnerved her how assessing his eyes seemed to be, how assessing his eyes had been from the moment he saw her. Elain had often wondered just how the mating bond worked and had asked Rhys and Feyre so many times... but it didn’t quite make sense as much as it did at this moment.
When he gave her a small smile and she felt a warm jolt in her chest.
“Talking is one of my favorite things to do. I do love the sound of my own voice.” he replied with another one of his cheeky grins. “Are you hungry? I could make us something quick if you’d like. Or we can have a cup of tea?”
“I think tea would be lovely.” she said, a small smile and he nodded.
Elain watched him quietly as he moved about his kitchen and it was when she noticed the slight tremble in his hands as he filled the kettle she realized how awkward it must feel for him and how hard he was trying to make her feel comfortable.
Elain could try and meet him halfway. She was a social butterfly. She could diffuse the awkward.
“Do you have powers — I mean abilities?” she blurted out and Lucien paused. “I think fire, yes?’
His lips twitched and Elain flushed at how silly the question was. Social butterfly indeed.
“Yes, I do. Fire manipulation is one of them.”
She pursed her lips at the teasing smile he gave her. “Can you heat up the kettle without using actual fire then?” she asked, pointing as she moved closer to inspect.
Lucien tilted his head as he watched her stand closer to him. Without taking his eyes off her, he put down the kettle then touched it and Elain watched in fascination as steam started emerging from it and then heard the bubbling of the boiled water.
“That must be handy.” she said lamely.
“Please Elain, settle down. What will the neighbors think if they hear how inappropriately you’re flirting with me?”
Elain scoffed and playfully shoved him then immediately froze at the contact. She slowly looked up at him and when he smiled at her she felt her whole body heat up.
“Sorry.” she mumbled and stepped back but Lucien only chuckled in response and playfully bumped her with his shoulder.
“No apologies needed. Let me set up the tray and then we can sit outside by the garden.”
“You have a garden?” she asked and Lucien watched her whole face light up in excitement.
He paused then rubbed his neck with a sheepish smile. “It’s not in the best shape at the moment, considering I travel often but I had started growing some plants and vegetables,” he said then gestured with a hand. “Maybe you can give me some ideas on how to fix it? I know you enjoy gardening.”
“I’d love to!” Elain beamed then curled a hair behind her ear, her cheeks rosy. “It could be a fun project to work on — if you want to.” she began, gushing. “I really love the organization process of setting up a new space and knowing which plants to put next to what and you seem to have good space back there and —”
But then Elain froze again.
Had she just casually offered to work on a project with him? Someone she’d been actively avoiding for a year?
She blinked.
Why was it so easy?
She glanced at him, for Lucien had paused in place, watching her and Elain swallowed, her heart thundering.
Why was it so easy to slip into a comfortable conversation? To joke? Like they were old friends?
“Because it’s supposed to be easy.” he answered her quietly and Elain startled, not realizing she had spoken the words to him. Lucien hesitantly reached out to curl that same strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen out of place in her excitement. “It’s okay, Elain.”
Elain watched him swallow and bring his hands back to his sides. Watched his hands flex then fist.
“I’d ask you how you could be so calm about this but I can feel your heart beating.” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I felt it the moment you set foot in Velaris.”
“My body is in a constant state of fight or flight.” he said with a shaky laugh, running his own hand through his hair. “Calm is something I’m still getting used to.”
Elain looked at him then, really looked at him. She had always avoided looking at him directly but now, in a feeling she wasn’t entirely sure she was in control of, she stared bluntly. She let her gaze take in his fiery red hair, his sun-kissed skin, his one russet eye and his other metal one that was widened as he watched her watching him. Elain’s eyes scanned the scar on his face and her teeth clenched at the sight of it.
But then she blinked. She had no right to be angry about it. They were hardly acquainted and yet...the tug between them was taut, clear as day.
Elain watched him swallow again then casually gesture towards his eye. “Jurian likes to make a joke that if I add an eye patch, I’d make one heck of a pirate.”
Another attempt at humor for her sake.
The corner of her mouth lifted. “You’d be a very eye-catching pirate, I’d think.”
Lucien chuckled, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. “Elain, please control yourself. If not dinner, at least take me out for lunch before propositioning me. I’m willing to be a mid-day harlot if asked nicely.”
Elain huffed out an unexpected laugh then rolled her eyes at him. “You’re very arrogant.”
“Not annoying?” he asked cheekily and she snorted.
“That too but arrogant felt more polite.”
“Polite with a bit of a bite, hm?” he asked again with a quirked brow and both her brows raised.
“I am a civilized lady.” she replied, the corner of her mouth lifting. “My bites aren’t so bad.”
“Hm.” he mused with a smirk. “In my experience, civilized ladies tend to have the strongest sting.”
“Mmm.” she mused in return, glancing at him through her lashes. “Have a lot of experience with civilized ladies then?”
Lucien gave a casual shrug. “So, so.” he said and studied her. “But I do have to say, I haven’t met any like you.”
Elain paused then, realizing again how easy it was to — to flirt with him. She gave him a thin smile. “You mean one who is your...your mate?” she said with a bite to her tone.
“Definitely not, no.” he said softly.
And just like that, Elain felt the air become tense between them again and frowned in the silence that followed. She swallowed, unsure, and met her mate’s gaze. Lucien gestured gently towards the back door.
“Why don’t we head out to the garden and talk things out?”
Elain nodded tightly then made her way outside, a finger rubbing the tip of her right ear again. Her eyes flickered back to him and she bit her lip, watching him take a deep breath, his hands shaky once more. Taking in her own deep breath, Elain let her gaze scan his backyard space as she assessed her emotions. He had a small seating area but it was mostly neat with small semi-alive plants and vegetable patches.
She took a seat. How was she feeling? Nervous?
Definitely not as nervous as she had expected. He was as courteous as he’d always been. He was patient and seemed very kind. Lucien was funny and wasn’t pushy at all. He was trying so hard to make her comfortable. So why did she feel shame that it wasn’t going terribly? Shame that she didn’t mind sitting in his garden and waiting to talk to him?
Shame as she thought of the man she once loved glaring at her in disgust for what’d she become. For even considering the option of accepting Lucien for what he was to her.
“I feel it too, you know.”
Elain turned her head to see him approaching, a small tray in hand that carried tea and an assortment of cookies.
“Feel what?” she asked, fiddling with her fingers, avoiding his gaze now.
“Your shame. It feels nearly as crippling as mine.” he said quietly and slowly took a seat opposite her. She looked up at him.
“What do you have to be ashamed about?” she whispered and Lucien gave a humorless chuckle.
“My whole life has been a cascading waterfall of shame.” he said bitterly and Elain assessed his anger, his clenched fists. It was a moment before he spoke again and his hands relaxed. “I’ve lived with shame long enough to be able to tell you, with confidence, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
Elain shook her head and gave him a sad smile. “I can’t stop thinking about him. His disgusted face the last time he saw me. How he ignored me after. I loved him enough that it’s given him so much power over how I view myself. He doesn’t know how much power he has over me and I allowed that. He definitely doesn’t care...but he still has power over how I view myself because I gave him so much of my love... How can you say I have nothing to be ashamed of?”
Lucien gave her a gentle smile. “Being so in love that you trust your partner to give them your world isn’t something to be ashamed of. He should be ashamed for letting blind prejudices take away from what you two had.”
Elain blinked rapidly, her lips trembling slightly and she avoided his gaze once more. He was understanding her too easily, feeling what she felt too easily. “I know I seem naive in my view of it but...before this all happened, I had already envisioned our life together. He...let that go. Maybe it’s because it was my first love that I’m taking it so hard but — but he should’ve fought harder for me.”
Lucien sat back, arms resting in his lap, his expression thoughtful. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve thought of anyone but her.” he said quietly. “She’s always in the back of my mind, even when I’ve attempted to take new lovers and it’s been a long time since I’ve met someone who views love the way it should be viewed. As something so pure. It’s refreshing.”
She shrugged, not feeling particularly insightful at all. Every time she thought of Graysen now, Elain only felt stupid.
Lucien leaned forward and tapped the table gently to get her attention and she met his gaze. “You know, I can feel whatever it is you’re feeling,” he said. “Nothing you feel is stupid. Your first love will always have a special memory or teach a specific lesson. Either way, it leaves a mark that you’ll remember.”
Elain looked at him, taking in his expression, and gently asked, "I thought...I thought mates couldn't handle talking about other partners. That you'd — you wouldn't take this well."
Lucien pursed his lips, brows furrowed. "I'm not a heathen without any self-restraint. You're also not an object that I own." he simply said. "I'd be an idiot to think someone as beautiful as you wouldn't have had any previous lovers, as did I."
Elain looked down, embarrassed of her assumption and of her question. Why had she just assumed he'd be awful to her? Why didn't she —
"It's okay, Elain." he said gently, cutting into her spiraling thoughts. "You can ask whatever you want. I'd be more than happy to answer."
She nodded and then softly asked, “Will it always be like that? You aware of how I feel?”
He nodded slowly. “Part of the bond’s magic is that you and your mate have a connection so deep and sacred, nothing will ever compare. You’re essentially two sides of the same coin, always in touch.” he explained and paused momentarily, licking his lips. “This past year...especially because I went in and out of Velaris often...I am very aware of how it has been for you.”
“Would this connection remain even if...even if the bond was rejected?”
Elain watched him flinch at the question and felt herself wince, knowing how touchy this was based on Rhys and Feyre’s explanations.
It took Lucien a few moments before he finally swallowed and answered quietly. “Even if the bond is rejected, the link is always there.”
It was a tense quiet before Elain broke the silence. Feeling like she owed him honesty, she only said, “I’ve been aware of how you felt as well but...I always ignored it.”
“I know.” he said with a sad smile.
“It was never about ignoring you as it was...ignoring the situation.” she said quietly. “I’m sorry. It hasn’t been fair to you.”
“No, it hasn’t.” he agreed and the two sat in silence once more as Elain attempted to express exactly how she was feeling. She looked at him and when he gave her an encouraging smile, she flushed.
“With everything that happened since the cauldron and everything that was taken from me and then given to me…” she quietly began then paused, curling a hair behind her ear. “Having you as my mate felt — it felt like another thing I had to take without having a say in. It felt like — as though — “
Elain paused again, anger flaring suddenly and she clenched her teeth. “I was in a body that was my body but not, with powers I didn’t understand and suddenly I had now become the possession of a man I didn’t know.”
“I have never once thought of you as a possession and will never think of you that way.” Lucien said softly.
“While I appreciate you saying that...it still felt that way for me. Especially when I started realizing how the bond works. You...you made me feel things that felt against my will.” she whispered. “I didn’t like it that these instincts I wasn’t familiar with were taking charge with someone I knew nothing about and someone I wasn’t ready to know.”
“It can be very overwhelming.” he agreed.
“Very.” Elain said with a frown. “Do...do you feel that way?”
Lucien chuckled and gave her a tight nod. “It’s worse for males. This stupid idea that we’re supposed to resonate with our animalistic tendencies and claim, protect. But I am not these tendencies nor will I ever let myself fall to them. I am more than that and you are more than that.”
Elain shied away from his firm gaze, understanding what he was trying to tell her. What he had been trying to tell her for the past year and it was as she sat in his garden, the sun shining down on the two of them that she finally understood. She looked up and closed her eyes for a brief moment, letting herself bask in the sun, as if it was here at this specific moment to remind her how much she needed this conversation to happen.
She’d spent the last year looking for the sun and trying to stand in it but it was only here, Elain actually felt it on her skin, warming her up.
“This feels nice.” she said quietly and opened her eyes to give him a smile, finding him watching her, slight awe on his face.
Once again, she felt the bond between them as he gazed at her but it didn’t feel as daunting as it had before.
Lucien looked away from her, a flush in his own cheeks. “Yes...it does. I do like it here. It’s the first home that’s actually mine.” he said with a small smile. “I’m not living on anyone’s property but my own for once.”
“You don’t feel lonely in it?” she asked, facing him fully for the first the time since they sat, her arms resting on the table.
Lucien quirked his head in thought. “I think…” he began. “I think inherently, I’ve always been lonely. I was always on my own in the Autumn Court and the Spring Court was a little better but not great. I was Emissary and it was wonderful working with many different people but I also never felt like I belonged anywhere or was tied to one place. Except when I met Jesminda and then…” he waved his hand and Elain understood. He’d rather not dive into those memories.
She hesitated for a moment then, “I always felt a little lost in the middle between Nesta and Feyre. They’re both so strong and have such distinctive personalities. I was always just...the middle sister. Until I met Gray — until I met him.”
“You felt seen.” Lucien said, a knowing look on his face. “You felt understood.”
“Yes.”
“I know. I did too.” he said with a sad smile. “She saw me for all that I was and all that I could be.”
Elain’s sad smile met his. “She was the person you loved most, wasn’t she?”
“She was, yes.” he said quietly and Elain nodded.
“He was that for me. He saw me. He saw that there was more to me. He listened to things I had to say...it was easy with him. I thought he loved me.” she choked out bitterly. “He may have hated fairies but I was still me...still me just with pointy ears.”
Lucien gave her a half-smile at the attempt at humor, despite the shakey tone with which she said it.
“It turns out he didn’t see me after all.” Elain whispered and before Lucien could stop himself, he reached over, placing a hand on top of hers, and squeezed gently. Despite any initial reservations she had about him, Elain squeezed his hand back and took a deep breath.
“Now I’m lost all over again...I’m trying to find my way back to myself. The old me isn’t enough anymore.” she continued with a shrug. “I’m too angry for it. The life I had and wanted was ripped away from me and I had no say. With everything that happened after, I still had no say and I hate it. I’m still processing and coming to terms with it...I have so much more to offer and deserve more. I — I don’t want to be reduced to just your mate. I want to learn how to be brave, brave to be me with all the changes that have happened.”
A breath rushed out of her as she spoke, the words she had been wanting to say for so long. They came out strong, clear, and Elain felt a rush of pride that she had not flinched away from him as she spoke. Felt a weight off her shoulders.
Lucien squeezed her hand once more with another encouraging smile, as if he too, had felt the pride she felt for herself. “Bond or no bond, Elain — this is what I want for you and for myself. You may be my mate but you are your own person first and foremost. I am my own person first and foremost.” he said firmly. “I’ve lived my whole life trying to be molded into what others want from me and now, I want to spend it on what I want for myself. If we decide to be mates, I want you to choose me. To be with me as I am. I’m not here to convince anyone to love me. I want to be a choice and deserve to be a choice. I am not a burden on you or anyone else.”
“But that’s what I want too!” she said, leaning forward and tightening her grip on his hand. “I don’t want this to be something we do because we have to, but because we want to. I need something this significant to be on my terms, something I decide. Something we decide together.”
“That’s all I’ve been trying to tell you since I met you.” he said with a small chuckle.
“I know.” she said quietly, her cheeks heated. “I’m sorry I didn’t give room for it to be discussed. I was — am scared.”
“Don’t apologize. I understand.” he said. “There’s nothing I want more than for this to be a comfortable experience for us both. This is...new and different for me too. The mating bond will be what we decide on, as you said, together. I expect nothing more from you than conversation and friendship...if that’s something you’re open to. This will be at your pace. We can be brave together.”
She smiled at him then her gaze fell on their interlaced hands and she thought about this all for a moment. The idea of a mate didn’t have to be something burdensome or heavy. It could be friendship. It could be more. It could be nothing. They would decide it.
A sense of ease washed over her, pleasantly surprised that he, Lucien — her mate, was the cause of it. This male who she had thought would be the cause of discomfort in her life had taken all her worries about this bond and eased them in one conversation.
“I am open to that. I’d like to get to know you as a friend first.” Elain said with a shy smile.
“Elain please, calm yourself. What will the neighbors think?” he said with a grin and Elain laughed softly, pulling her hand away and slapping his lightly.
“They’re going to think the tea went cold and we haven’t even touched the cookies.”
“I can fix that.” he said, his grin widening as he pushed the plate of cookies towards her and let his hand settle on the teapot to heat it.
Elain rolled her eyes and chuckled. “I bet you work that trick into everything you do.”
“Stick around and you’ll find out soon enough, friend.”
She looked at him then, her gaze as firm as his, the two smiling at each other shyly. Elain thought back to the first moment she felt the tug from him, long ago in the House of Wind. It had been a strange sensation and at that point in her life, an unwelcome one.
Elain found now, she didn’t mind the idea of having a friend that was tied to her soul. A friend that would understand her in a way no one else ever would. A friend that could...later on, be more. When she was ready. If they wanted to take that step.
A step they would either take together or decide not to, together. A choice she would make. A decision she had the power in.
Elain decided then that, no, she didn’t mind Lucien becoming her friend at all. In fact, as the sun continued to shine down on them and she basked in its warmth, she looked around his home and found herself at ease. As she looked at him, seated across from her, pouring her a cup of delicious-smelling tea, Elain found that she didn’t mind Lucien one bit. So she smiled again, taking the teacup he passed to her, and said,
“I look forward to it, friend.”
#elucien#elucien fanfics#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#acotar fanfiction#gfics#fic: quiet thunder#previously: moononastring
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Morning Pranks [ Elucien ]
Prompt: Inspired by a tiktok that no longer exists but Elain being a little tease to start the day. |
Genre: Fluff McFluff
Elain watched Lucien with a small smile on her face as he finished the final touches of his outfit for the day.
They had started their morning with her favorite kind of love-making, the slow and sensual kind that had her toes curling just at the thought. Now, they finished their breakfast and were getting ready to go about their respective duties of the day. Except she hadn’t teased him all morning.
As she watched Lucien tie his hair back, Elain bit her lip as she thought of the perfect way to get a whine out of him before he left. They didn’t part a single morning without a searing kiss and a tender declaration of love — it would throw their entire day off otherwise. And while she didn’t want to throw their whole routine out, Elain did want to make him work for it a little.
Just a little bit.
“Alright, bunny. I’m off.” her handsome mate declared and strode over to her. “I’ll be back to spend lunch together.”
“Be safe, my love.” she replied and let him scoop her in his arms with a giggle. “Don’t make me wait too long though. I’ll break into a million and one pieces.”
Lucien chuckled. “Of course not, dove. I’d never make you wait.” he replied with a smile and leaned in to kiss her lips.
But Elain turned her face just slightly to the side, so he ended up kissing her cheek. Lucien leaned back with a blink and Elain only gave him a small smile as he returned her to the floor.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, a slight hesitation in his words, and Elain smiled fully.
“Not at all, handsome.” she replied instantly and he nodded, seemingly satisfied with her response so he leaned in again to lay one on her.
But once more and with a barely contained giggle, Elain turned her face just slightly so, that Lucien ended up kissing her other cheek instead.
“Hey!” Lucien exclaimed and pulled back from her, confused and offended all at once. “I want my goodbye kiss!”
Finally letting out a fit of giggles, Elain nodded and gave him another smile, sliding her hands up his strong arms to squeeze a little. “Of course, my love. I’m sorry. Come here.”
And this time, Elain puckered up her lips for Lucien. He hesitated for a fraction of a moment, narrowing his eyes at her behavior and the giggling mess she was. Lucien held up a finger in warning but Elain only wiggled her head, lips puckered and waiting.
Lucien leaned in once more, fully intending to make up for the two kisses he already missed out on but once more, Elain turned her head with a ridiculous giggle and Lucien’s lips landed on her cheek.
He let out the loud whine she was anticipating and Elain burst out laughing.
“Elain!” he growled out and huffed as she held on to him, laughing away. Lucien shook his head, watching her beautiful face light up in laughter, and really, he couldn’t hold back much longer. Grabbing her face with both hands, Lucien pulled her into him and gave her a kiss that absolutely had her knees buckling. He kissed her as though they had no more time left in the world. Like this would be the kiss to end all kisses. Like he needed this kiss lest he perished or she disappeared.
Lucien leaned back, pulling Elain into him further, lifting her off the ground a few inches, and groaned into her mouth as Elain opened up for him. She returned his kiss with fervor, smiling into it and Elain could only hold on to him, gripping his shirt tightly as Lucien poured his everything into imprinting his lips on hers. A hand of his slid down, cupping her ass and squeezing, earning him a little moan from Elain and Lucien finally pulled back, gazing into his lovely mate’s slightly dazed eyes.
“Please don’t do that to me again.” he said, his voice dropping an octave, licking his lips as he gently put her down once more. “I need your kisses, sunshine.”
Elain let out a small laugh, her hands sliding down his back. “Was that good for you then?”
“It was fantastic.” he practically purred, leaning in and kissing her again with a small growl. Elain hummed in content as she kissed him back, deepening the kiss and it took several minutes for the two of them to pull away. “So fantastic, I’m about to cancel my plans and stay in for the day.”
Elain’s head leaned back as she laughed. “My kisses make you want to shirk your responsibilities, huh?”
“Everything about you makes me willing to bring the world to its knees.”
She grinned. “Even when I deny you kisses?”
Lucien gave her a look, quirking his brow. “You really want to bring out the devil in me, don’t you?”
Elain’s smile was coy as she gave a nonchalant shrug. “I’m sure I could handle it.”
“Are you sure?” Lucien asked quietly, leaning in to nip at her ear as Elain flushed in delight.
“Kiss me again, let’s find out.”
#elucien#elucien fanfics#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#acotar fanfiction#gfics#fic: morning pranks#previously: moononastring
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My Curse to Bear [ Nessian ]
Inspired by this prompt: “Matching couple shirts that say “bearer of the curse” on one of them and ,“the curse” on the other”
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Rating: SFW
“If you’re the curse, I would love to be the one breaking it.”
Cassian looked up with a quirked brow at the voice, and grinned when he found a beautiful, red-haired woman staring back at him, eyes ready to devour him. He looked down at his shirt, which in all fairness, did say in bold, capitalized gold letters ‘THE CURSE.’ He supposed this was going to happen sooner or later. They were at a festival.
He looked around momentarily, looking for the one person who would delight in hearing this conversation then returned to the clearly tipsy woman in front of him.
“This curse?” Cassian replied, pointing to himself with a cheeky grin, and the woman’s smile widened as she nodded.
“I’d want that curse a-all over me. If you’re up for it.” she replied with a wink. “I’m Neyrin.”
Cassian chuckled. “While I am incredibly flattered by this, Neyrin, I don’t think I am the one for you. This particular curse is only breakable by one person.”
Neyrin pouted. “But why? I bet I can be that person. I’m not as delicate as I look.” she said, then leaned in closer and whispered to him with a smirk, “You can crush me if you want, I can take it.”
Cassian’s grin widened. “I don’t doubt it.” he said not unkindly. “But I assure you, this curse applies to no one else but one person. I’m sorry.”
Neyrin frowned now and Cassian almost felt bad at his shut down, but she really had to take no for an answer. For her own safety.
“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” she said and placed a hand on his chest, batting her eyelashes.
Before Cassian could do anything else, another hand shot out and ripped Neyrin’s hand off his chest, startling them both and causing her to stumble back a step.
“He’s positive you can’t change his mind. He’s not into you.” the voice said flatly and Cassian bit his lip to stop the smile from forming on his lips.
Nesta, the love of his life, with the most beautiful resting bitch face to ever grace this planet, looked at the girl with a bored expression.
“And who are you?” the young woman asked, attempting a brave face and Nesta smiled.
Nesta smiled a smile that promised violence, as she stepped in front of Cassian and leaned towards the young woman. She calmly asked, “Who am I, you ask?”
Neyrin only swallowed, as Nesta pointed to her own shirt, and the young woman’s eyes lowered to read the words in bold, gold letters on Nesta’s shirt that said ‘THE BEARER OF THE CURSE’.
“I am the only person who will be bearing, breaking, and both crushing and getting crushed by this curse.” Nesta spoke softly, dangerously, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at the hulking figure behind her and narrowed her eyes at the now, wisely terrified woman. “He only plays with me. I suggest you run along now.”
Without needing to be told twice, the girl scampered off and Cassian finally burst out laughing. Nesta rolled her eyes and turned to look at him, his expression like a child on Christmas morning.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“Watching you tear into that poor innocent girl?” he said with an obnoxious grin. “I’m very hot for you right now, baby. You protecting what’s yours turns me on very much.”
Nesta snorted and pointed at him accusingly. “You are absolutely doing this on purpose. You put yourself in a position to be flirted with just to see how far you can push.” she said in her threatening tone. “If I commit murder one day, it’ll absolutely, totally, a thousand percent, be your fault.”
“Will you be murdering me or someone else?” Cassian only asked, his grin widening again.
“Depends on the day, really. But you’re the top candidate either way.”
“Please murder me. I bet you’ll make it sexy.” he said to her with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Nesta very nearly laughed at that but only sighed with a shake of her head. “Be careful what you wish for, you brute.”
“I can’t help it that I’m devilishly handsome and everyone wants me.” he said with an innocent shrug. “That is the charm behind this curse you bear.”
Nesta squinted at him and then made a gagging sound. “Your arrogance is choking me.”
“That’s not the only thing I can have you choking on, sweetheart.” Cassian only said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
She gave him a loathing look and swatted at him which only made Cassian laugh harder.
“I swear you are the worst kind of curse to bear.” she mumbled and crinkled her nose as he leaned into her to kiss it.
“Then break me, baby. I’m all yours.” Cassian whispered in her ear, his voice husky, his grin wolfish and Nesta flushed faintly.
“I’ll have you on your knees soon enough.” she only said haughtily. “Try not to cream your pants until then.”
“My vicious, cruel woman.” he said with a chuckle and pulled her into his arms.
“Your curse to bear.” she said with a smirk as he leaned in and kissed her neck.
“Gladly and with joy.” Cassian responded and Nesta bit her lip when he kissed her right below her ear. “What do you say we get out of here?”
“Not yet.” Nesta replied and pulled away to meet his gaze and Cassian already knew he would be in trouble. “There's so much more to do and I want ice cream, let’s go get some.”
He groaned and leaned his head onto her shoulder. “I don’t think I can handle you eating ice cream in public.”
“I know.” She said and her smile was absolutely evil as she gently pulled his hair to lift his face and plant a kiss on his lips.
“My wicked woman.” he growled playfully against her mouth and she laughed, pulling away with a cheeky smile of her own. “I’ll show you when we get home.”
“We’ll see who will show who.” she promised and dragged him onward, to enjoy the rest of the festivities.
It was hard to say who broke who that evening during their passionate delights, but it was very clear to Nesta and Cassian the next morning, that they desperately needed to go shopping.
It turns out, that what they had definitely broken was a whole lot of furniture.
#nessian#nessian fanfiction#nessian fanfics#nesta archeron#cassian#acotar fanfiction#modern au nessian#gfics#fic: my curse to bear#previously: moononastring
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Who’s your favorite man from Throne of Glass?👀
This one is a little harder because I truly do cherish the crew but Aedion is my main man with Dorian very very close behind.
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Dorian walked so Rhys could run
I don’t know if I could put them in the same category to compare tbh because they’re too different to me. Dorian feels too young compared to Rhys haha but I love both of my boys 🥹♥️ they’re smokin’ hot 😌
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The chokehold Dorian has on me 😮💨 and the way he rizzed up Manon even when he was possessed by valg “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to” yes sir
Right! Like my guy is not afraid of a hot girl being a little mean with him and we love that for him 😌 I love him to bits and pieces!!!
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I liked your old handle better ,😭. Moononastring was very unique. Now you're blending with all the other acotar fandom blogs.😭. I Sometimes almost skip over your post n then see the tag that says " prev moononastring" then go back n read it .
I don't mean to imply that you should change it back for my sake , I just felt the need to tell you I missed it. I hope you love whatever name you choose and keep spreading the Elucien agenda ❤️. I like your posts❤️
‘nonnie pls are you in my brain?!?! Ever since I switched to this URL/blog I’ve had issues with my tumblr and glitches and visibility and whatnot. I literally think about switching it back every day lmao.
Don’t tell an indecisive person about something they changed their mind on because now I’m more tempted than ever to change it back HAHA
Regardless, always happy to be part of the crew to spread the elucien agenda 🫡 elucien for life bby!
#asks#anon#damn now I really gotta think about whether to switch it back or not hmmm#take a vote maybe lmao#tell me what to do you guys#I’m easily convinced 😂#and don’t worry nonnie it isn’t just you I’ve had others say it#I love this url but moononastring? my brand bruh#previously: moononastring
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First Kisses [ Elucien ]
Author’s Note: I took the liberty of reworking a previous snippet of mine of their first kiss to work in the idea @helion-ism had from this post. |
He wanted to kiss her so badly.
It was a constant ache in his chest — to watch her and not claim her lips at every moment, every day.
Lucien watched her quietly working on a flower crown as they sat in her garden and when she pursed her lips in concentration, he clenched his fist.
His mate.
The need to claim was so overwhelming at times, it almost drove him mad but Lucien would never, ever push her out of her comfort zone until she was ready.
At times, he scoffed at himself for the gentleman act. With all the filthy thoughts that crossed his mind when he thought of her, Lucien was anything but a gentleman. But damn, did he try. He tried his hardest to woo her with the best gentlemanly behavior he could.
His eyes flickered to her lips again then to her hands working nimbly to tie the flowers in the way she wanted and he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward, gently turning her towards him, his hands resting on the bench next to her hips.
Elain paused and blinked, looking at him curiously but Lucien could only stare. She was sitting between his arms but still felt so far away.
“Are you finally going to kiss me?” she asked quietly, jolting Lucien out of his thoughts and it was his turn to blink.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Well. I’ve been waiting for quite some time now but you seem to hesitate often.” she answered softly, a blush creeping on her cheeks and Lucien froze.
“You’ve – you’ve been waiting?”
“Well, yes. Don’t – don’t you want to kiss me?” she blurted and her blush deepened. Lucien looked at her silently for a moment then laughed softly, his head dipping, causing Elain to scowl.
“You don’t have to laugh! Don’t kiss me for all I care!”
“Cauldron, Elain.” he muttered and looked up to meet her scowling face with a grin. “I have wanted to kiss you so badly. You don’t even know the half of it.”
She bit her lip at that, her eyes flickering to his lips and back up to his eyes. Lucien paused again and he watched her, holding his breath as she settled the flower crown to the side and leaned closer to him.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked, bringing a hand to gently rest on his chest and Lucien wasn’t embarrassed at all, knowing she could feel and hear how quickly his heart was beating.
“I’m all yours.” he whispered.
Elain gave him a small smile that had his own lips turning up. Her other hand slid to rest on his chest and she watched her fingers settle there before leaning in closer and meeting his gaze. It was a moment the two had certainly waited for, with the rocky start in their relationship. They took every moment slowly, delicately, taking the time to befriend and flirt before going any further. But now...this moment was a moment that would be seared into their hearts.
So Lucien watched her as she watched him.
Then Elain closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.
Lucien’s eyes fluttered shut as she slowly, hesitantly teased her lips against his, barely a caress, before pulling away. Lucien’s eyes flew open to find her flushed face watching him.
“Was that okay?” she asked and Lucien chuckled, his heart racing.
“You are an awful tease, Elain.” he replied and her mouth turned into a thin line.
“It’s too much.” she mumbled, her eyes on her hands still settled on his chest. “When I’m near you – your scent. It’s too much sometimes. Is it like that for you too?”
“Yes.” he answered breathlessly. “It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming at times.”
Elain’s eyes flickered back to his as he watched her intensely. She tugged him closer and licked her lips.
“Kiss me. I want to feel how intoxicating it can be.”
This time when their lips touched, it wasn’t a caress, it was a claiming. The world seemed to fall away around both of them. It started slow and soft and careful and all the words that usually hung between them finally seemed to be said as Lucien cupped her face gently. He deepened the kiss and like everything else between them, their lips glided and danced with each other. Lucien gave everything he had in that kiss – and it was devasting to kiss her in such a way, with no hesitation, to give her all of him. If Elain hadn’t been seated, she was sure her legs would’ve buckled under her from the fiery of being kissed this way, kissed like her lips were his salvation, as though her lips were made for his.
Both of their bodies were ablaze, their heartbeats racing and finally, when Elain began feeling lightheaded in awe of the kiss, Lucien slowly, very reluctantly pulled back a few inches.
“Intoxicating enough for you?” he mumbled, his forehead leaning against hers and felt her huff a breath of laughter.
“I think we can —” she began to reply, then pulled back with a gasp.
Lucien’s froze. “What?”
“You’re glowing.” she whispered.
Lucien glanced down at his hands and realized with a start, he was glowing all over. Something he couldn’t remember happening since — and his heart jolted, looking back at Elain.
Elain turned his hands over in hers, tracing his fingers with hers. “What’s causing this?” she asked in awe. “Are you alright?”
Smiling softly, Lucien took her hand in his and kissed it. “I’m — I’m perfect.” he said quietly and met her gaze. “This hasn’t happened in so long — I’m —I’m just so...incredibly happy.”
Elain beamed at him and if Lucien didn’t know any better, she was almost glowing herself. “This is you...happy?”
“This is me ecstatic.”
And Elain let her head fall back with a laugh, a laugh that if possible, made Lucien light up even brighter.
“You’re this happy to kiss little ‘ole me?” she teased, her cheeks flushed.
“I’m clearly ecstatic to kiss little ‘ole you.”
Elain laced her fingers with his then smiled up at him again. “People say when a person is happy they’re glowing...you’ve certainly taken that to the next level.” she said with a chuckle and Lucien laughed.
“Because of you, mate.” he said softly and leaned in again to place a tender kiss on her lips, making her hum in delight. “You bring me joy and make me glow.”
Elain giggled and leaned in to give him a much firmer kiss that she quickly pulled back from to say, “So, I’m powerful enough to make you light up, huh?”
“Oh, yes. You’re powerful enough to bring a whole kingdom to its knees with that smile alone.”
Elain laughed and Lucien’s whole body lit up in giddiness as she said again with a coy smile, “Little ‘ole me?”
“Little ‘ole you.” he confirmed and his smile widened at her flushed cheek and grin.
“Well,” she began and pulled herself into his lap. “I must say, I’m going to be very excited to show you off even more now.”
“You mean to show off the kind of spell you have on me?”
She gave a shrug with a playful smirk. “Not everyone can say they can make their partner light up a whole room with a kiss.”
“It was one kiss and you’re already so full of yourself.” he said with a snort but his glow hadn’t dimmed an inch, especially when she laughed again.
“Well, I make you glow and you...you make me bloom.” Elain said softly. “I think that makes us even.”
Lucien’s eyes softened, his heart threatening to burst. “Thank you for being my joy.”
“And thank you for being mine.” she replied and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. “Now kiss me again. I want to light up this whole damn city.”
#elucien#elucien fanfics#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#acotar fanfiction#gfics#fic: first kisses#previously: moononastring
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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better 💖💖💖
thank you darling!! 🥰🥰♥️♥️
#anon#asks#this time when I send them I’ll remember to do it on anon HAHAHAHA#previously: moononastring
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I hope you're doing well friend! So glad to see smtb making her come-back! It's on my list to start a re-read soon and I can't wait to get back to that story! <3<3<3
Hello darling ♥️
I hope you’ve been doing well yourself!! I’m excited you’re excited for more 🥹♥️ the official new chapters will start posting in May hehe so something to look forward to! Thank you for thinking of me 😚😚
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