#【 🌿 】 ✦ * · ˚ — i live to let you shine │ polyship: lucian + senna .

[sennamybeloved]

happy 3 year anniversary to us!! here's luci and sen backseat gaming while i play ghost of tsushima [reblogs very appreciated!!]

f/o 1 (left) uses they/she, s/i (middle) uses he/she/they/it, f/o 2 (right) uses he/him <3

[sennamybeloved]

sapphire roses.

selfshiptober day 5: flowers.

▬▬ ship: lucian x senna x seren (s/i)

▬▬ warnings: none!

▬▬ author’s note: it's been like... well over a year since i've written for both of these guys at once. that's scary. i needed to change that.

▬▬ tag list: @dragonselfship @dudefrommywesterns @minkymeatshop @wanderers-wife @fallen-for-them

▬▬ reblogs always appreciated! ♡

Perhaps one of the oldest lessons to ever cement itself into Seren’s mind is the sacrality of nature. It's a balanced creature that will give if you give, and take back what you steal tenfold. One must never cause unnecessary disturbances to the land; do not hunt more than you can eat, do not prune and pick the lush gardens which do not grow for you, do not poison or destroy the precious all-mother or her children. The First Lands are both caretaker and butcher, a welcoming home for some and a graveyard for many.

Seren has roamed these forests for centuries, and in this time, she has been nothing but reverent. She has grown cold and callused toward most living things, but the all-mother? Never. Nature is her home, her temple, the womb which she blossomed from.

She has given selflessly, only taking measured sips in return. While she did live off the land for many, many years, she also fearlessly defended that same land from the humans that infiltrated and ravaged it; there is a very good reason the citizens of Kumangra utter fearful tales about a furred, man-eating beast that stalked the coastal forests.

So, as Seren stands in those very same forests all these years later, smoothing over the soft petals of the famed sapphire roses with a calloused thumb, she wonders what difference just two flowers would make.

Slender fingers curl around the first pale, thorny stem, tugging it free from the frost-kissed bush. She then repeats the action with a second. Both flowers, cradled delicately between her palms, glitter in the moonbeams which filter through the canopy above.

“Thank you, Ighilya.” A gentle invocation spoken into the  crisp night air. If you must take, the least you can do is be polite about it.

That is where Seren’s midnight rendezvous ends. With the two flowers resting gently in her satchel, she begins her trek back to Kumangra. As she emerges from the undergrowth and joins the other late-night travelers on the path into the town, the irony of her situation becomes all the more clear to her. She once slaughtered a man—a poacher, pompous and foolish, who thought himself to be larger than life—behind the inn she currently holds a room in. She wonders in passing if the settlers here still fear her. Do they still spin tales about her? Would it be possible for anyone to recognize her? She pulls the velvety cloak (Senna’s cloak, graciously lended to her to as protection from the evening chill) closer to her body as she hurries down the path.

The innkeeper pays her little mind. He’s worn, she can tell; he cares naught for pleasantries or expositions, he simply wants his coin and to be left alone besides. Despite his nonchalance, Seren has trouble detaching herself from his energy. As a matter of fact, she’s having trouble detaching herself from anything that’s happening inside this inn tonight. She passes a dozen locked doors, each of which emits its own unique string of feelings and misplaced thoughts—a small glimpse into what rules within. 

She’s used to getting these little glimpses (it’s not like she can entirely shut them out, anyways) but usually, she can at least control how much attention she lends to each of them. Right now, she feels overwhelmed, which is odd for a night that was going so well. Perhaps she shouldn’t have worked herself up over thoughts of hunters.

Then, she feels it, warm like sunbeams and sweet like honey; two familiar presences emitting from just behind the door ahead. The feeling envelopes her like a welcoming embrace. Without hesitation, she reaches for the rusty  doorknob and twists.

Their room is a small, odd-looking snuggery that’s architecture isn’t quite Ionian but still couldn’t be called anything else. The beds are comfortable enough and the building is very quiet.

Lucian and Senna are still wide awake, just as Seren expected. They were both doing their own things before she entered (Lucian was polishing the intricate metalwork of his guns, Senna was removing her bulky jewelry and setting it neatly on the bedside table in preparation for attempting sleep) but when the door opens, their gazes snap over to her, and everything else forgotten.

“Seren,” Senna speaks first. “You’re back.”

Seren smiles in reply. “Told you I wouldn’t be gone long.”

“That sure as hell felt like a long time,” Lucian’s voice is gruff and tired. His indignant front does not phase her; she can tell that it’s a cover-up for genuine worry.

“Awe. Good to know you still care about me.” She taunts, and Lucian lets out a short huff.

Seren joins the pair of them on the bed they share, placing her satchel in her lap and resting her palms on it. Her tail curls around her body, tucked neatly against her side.

“You’ll be pleased to know that I didn’t get attacked,” Seren says. “Not by animals or humans. Didn’t get lost, either.”

She references the countless times she’s gone out for walks whilst they are staying in foreign territories. The amount of times she’s almost died in Demacian forests is confounding.

“That’s only because this is your home,” Senna responds, prompting Seren to chuckle. 

“I suppose you’re right.” It is also because she was the hunter in these woods for many years, but yes, she’ll allow them to go with that.

A brief pause, and then, Lucian speaks. “Your bag smells like roses.”

Roses, yes. It does. Seren had almost forgotten about the sapphire roses she’d stolen from the forest. She has gotten so used to their aroma that she hadn’t even noticed the way it fills the room. She must’ve turned many heads during her walk back.

“Yeah,” Senna concurs. “What is that?”

“Oh. I got you guys something.” Seren opens her satchel and reaches in, gingerly plucking the cerulean-petaled roses from their resting place. Both of her partners lean over her shoulders, watching intently, captivated by the prospect of a gift.

“One for you,” the first flower is placed gently into Senna’s outstretched hand. Deft fingers curl around its thorny stem. Emerald green eyes glisten with delight. She brings it up to her nose and inhales its ambrosial scent.

“And one for you.” The second flower is offered up to Lucian. For a brief moment, he just stares at it, quietly examining its beauty. Then, almost timidly, he reaches for the stem as well, taking it from Seren’s grasp. His other hand comes up to stroke its silken, iridescent petals.

A proud grin pulls at the corners of Seren’s mouth. They’re both pleased with their gifts, she knows it. She feels it.

“Wow. These are beautiful.” Senna says after a moment, voice raw with wonder.

Lucian continues her line of thought.  “And you just… found these growin’ out in the woods?”

Seren nods in reply. “Yeah. They’re sapphire roses. They grow wild in the forests around here. They’re heavily sought after by merchants and flower collectors due to their unique scent. People usually pick them until there’s no more left to be had. It’s a wonder that I found these.”

Senna tuts disapprovingly. Her face still rests near the flower. “That’s terrible.”

“Isn’t it?” Seren is suddenly filled with vigor; she still harbors her hatred toward those goddamn merchants and collectors, even all these years later. “I used to have to chase them out of the woods, when I was staying around here.”

Senna chuckles, giving Seren a look. “You used to chase people out of the woods?”

Yeah. And hurt them real bad, sometimes. They always deserved it. “I’m scary.” Seren shrugs.

“She’s scary.” Lucian concures. The topic is left there.

“These are beautiful, Seren.” Senna places her flower gently atop her lap. Her (now free) hand comes to rest on Seren’s arm. She wears a kind, grateful smile.  “Thank you.”

Seren feels her face getting hot. “Yeah, of course.”

Lucian doesn’t say very much. He simply leans down and presses a kiss to the crown of Seren’s head. “You’re a sweetheart, thinkin’ of us like that.”

Seren laughs shyly, casting her gaze downward. “I mean, of course. You’re– Yeah… I think about you guys a lot.”

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happy 2 year anniversary to us!! (reblogs super appreciated <3)

f/o #1 (left) uses he/him, f/o #2 (middle) uses they/she, s/i (right) uses he/they/she/it

[sennamybeloved]

getting ready for bed.

✨ — ship: senna x lucian x seren (s/i)

✨ — cw: a very brief mention of weed.

✨ — summary: a polyamorous triad's antics as they get ready for bed. nothing too special.

✨ — from @timothymcgees’ drabblecember prompt list :) i really like this challenge and i plan on doing a few of these. this is way longer than a drabble is supposed to be, but that's... fine. reblogs are appreciated as always!

Seren always draws out her gaming sessions into the late hours of the evening—or all the way into the early hours of the morning if she can manage it. Even when she’s exhausted, demotivated and annoyed, she can’t bring herself to put the controller down.

This only becomes a problem when it’s very late and she has somewhere to be in the morning. She knows she needs to sleep, but five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? She just wants to take this bounty, or grab this last collectible, or buy a new saddle and maybe a new horse too. Then she’ll go to bed, she swears!

But alas, it’s never that simple. Her partners have to pry her away from the screen almost every single night.

Tonight, she predicts them. She’s mindlessly tapping away at her controller, slumped over in that old, dusty beanbag chair of hers when she hears Senna and Lucian begin to move around upstairs. She glances over at her phone, which sits on the floor beside her, to check the time. 11:20 PM. Yeah, okay. She needs to get off her ass and get ready for bed.

Senna, who’s already in her pajamas—a black tank top paired with colorful, fluffy pajama pants that have stars on them—comes down to the living room to collect her phone charger. As she passes Seren, she taps her on the shoulder, “C’mon. It’s time for bed.”

Seren groans in childlike annoyance, yet she’s very quick to stop what she’s doing and close out of the game. She’s exhausted, that much is obvious; she can barely keep her eyes open.

“When do we have to get up tomorrow?” She calls over her shoulder. She knows they have to go grocery shopping in the morning, so she knows the answer is early, but how early, exactly? She wants to gauge how screwed she is.

“Uhhh… like, eight.” She calls back, already on her way back up the staircase.

Okay. That’s not too bad. That’s like, uhm… more than 5 hours of sleep, she thinks.

Seren sighs through her nose. The end of her tail flicks against the ground in overtired agitation as she shuts her PlayStation down for good. It takes her several long moments of silent encouragement to will herself to her feet. She grabs her phone and her blanket—a thin Dollar Store blanket with a fox printed on it—and begins the long trek upstairs.

All the lights are on. The bright, yellowed light strains Seren’s eyes, despite having spent the previous hours staring at an even brighter screen.

Lucian and Senna are going about their nightly routines, darting between the bathroom and the bedroom, washing their faces and changing into clean, comfy clothes. Seren doesn’t have a nightly routine. She simply collapses into bed and passes out for ten, sometimes twelve hours. She wants to do that now, but the only thing that stops her is a hand grasping forearm, yanking her towards the bathroom.

“C’mon.” It’s Lucian’s voice, deep and gravely and commanding. “Brush your teeth.”

Seren grumbles as she’s crammed into their very small upstairs bathroom with the pair of them and practically shoved against the sink. With a defeated sigh, she drops her fox blanket on the floor and snatches her toothbrush- no, wait, that’s Senna’s toothbrush. She grabs her toothbrush and smears a glob of toothpaste on it, holding it under the running facet for a little too long before sticking it in her mouth.

Lucian mirrors Seren, moving much less lazily than her. No one in this house had a history of great self-care, but Lucian and Senna have a history of being motivated to take action long before Seren is, so as they assume better habits, they force her to as well. She’s grateful for this.

“Do we have a shopping list?” Asks Senna, who’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, tucking her curls into a satin bonnet. "I know we need eggs, bread, uh, cereal... but what else?"

Lucian spits out a mouthful of toothpaste before replying. "I wrote a list. Don't worry."

“Don’t we-” Seren tries to speak into her toothbrush, but she stops herself. She, too, spits out a mouthful of toothpaste and wipes off her mouth before starting over. “Don’t we have to meet Akshan for something too?”

“Uhuh. That’s why we’re going so early. He couldn’t meet us later, for whatever reason.” Senna responds, the annoyance in her voice very clear.

It feels like they're always meeting Akshan for something. No one but the person who orchestrated the meeting knows for what. It's usually for something really stupid, too. Once, it was for a giant variety pack of Monster Energy. Around this time last year, it was for marijuana seedlings Senna had offered to pay for. Those really got them through those late winter months. Seren hopes that's what it's for this time.

“Huh,” She shrugs, wearing a sarcastic smile on her face. “Busy man.”

Senna hums. “I doubt it.”

Lucian splashes cold water onto his face, drying himself off with a very old and overused hand towel. He tosses it aside into the overflowing dirty laundry basket afterward.

Someone should do that laundry, Seren thinks. It's not gonna be her, though.

Pulling away from the sink, Seren goes to leave the bathroom. However, she's quickly grabbed up by Lucian, who takes hold of her face this time.

"Wait," he says. "You still have makeup on."

"Uhg..." Seren groans, halfheartedly struggling against his firm-yet-gentle grip on her jaw as he reaches onto a low-sitting shelf, pulling a single makeup wipe out of a dispenser and bringing it up to Seren's face. It feels cold and wet against her skin, making her groan and grumble some more. He wipes off a layer of foundation, concealer, and powder she's had caked to her face since early this morning, as well as faded eyeshadow and black eyeliner. One makeup wipe was hardly enough for the. job, but Lucian made it work.

"There. Don't that feel better?" He says in a half-teasing, almost patronizing way, and Seren glares at him. While doing her best not to get caught in the crossfire, Senna takes the filthy makeup wipe out of his hand and places it in the trash.

"I'm going to bed," She announces pushes her way past the two of them.

"Uh, I am too!” Seren pulls away from Lucian's grip, who lets her go without a fuss since he's done with her anyway. She scoops her blanket up off the floor and practically skips out of the bathroom, towards the bedroom, and into bed. She collapses onto the mattress and worms her way under the covers before Senna even has the chance to get comfy.

Seren hears Senna laugh; a warm, melodic sound that warms her heart and clears her head of worry. "I thought you didn't wanna go to bed," She comments, slinging an arm around the vastaya's body.

Seren snuggles closer to her in response. "I never said that." She speaks into her skin, face nuzzling against her shoulder.

One by one, the lights flick off. First, the bathroom, then the hallway, then the bedroom room, leaving only the dim light of their lamp. It's enough to illuminate Lucian. He slips off his shirt—a big, black t-shirt that's even too big for him, the six-and-a-half-foot giant he is—and crawls into bed with them. He, too, huddles up to Seren's side, effectively sandwiching her between the pair of them.

Seren feels her face grow warm. The feeling of laying between them, their skin touching hers, their hands dancing over her body so lovingly, still proves to be too much for her after all these years.

"I love you guys." She blurts out. She couldn't have stopped the words from leaving her mouth if she wanted to.

She's always worried they find her flirtations incessant, meaningless, annoying or boring, but they smile bashfully and reflect the energy nearly every time.

"We love you too, Seren," Lucian says. He brings his hand up to caress Seren's face; a much gentler touch than the one she'd felt mere minutes before. Callused fingertips dance over her freckled skin, carefully tilting her head towards him. He leans down and kisses her on the bridge of her nose. His fingers lace into her hair as her face—her entire face—rests comfortably in his palm.

Seren feels Senna's arms snake around her waist. She cuddles up to her back, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before resting her head there.

Seren sighs, long and heavy, her entire body melting into the bed, and into their touches.

Without disturbing the embrace too much, Lucian is able to flick off the lamp with an outstretched arm. He then readjusts himself, wriggling deeper into the nest of blankets, wrapping his big, strong arms around both his partners, but mostly Seren—she feels like the most important person in the whole world right now. She feels like a king or a queen or a god. She cannot imagine a better feeling than this, not even worship.

It doesn't take long for her eyes to drift shut. She falls asleep peacefully in the arms of her lovers.

[sennamybeloved]

HOLY SHIT. ITS LUCIAN, SENNA AND I’S 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TODAY

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i find it SOOOOO cool that chromas get special splasharts in uhhhhhh china??i think this is china. and of course, because i am riot's favorite, i got 2 extra luciansenna splash arts from this!! look at them they're gorgeous and lucian's pink

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this image in particular man. their FACES!!!!!!!!!!!! they look so HAPPY!!!!! starts sobbing and rolling around on the floor

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this entire scene literally altered my brain chemistry. i have probably only watched it a total of five (5) times because it makes me sob uncontrollably every time i perceive it. i know everyone harped on about how disappointing rise of the sentinels was but this was the EXACT ENDING I HAD ALWAYS WANTED FOR THEM!!! i would spend literal hours daydreaming about their perfect happy ending that i thought would never come (i was convinced senna was going to die and i lowkey had an episode over that) but it CAME!! and it was perfect... i'm so happy that they're happy.

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my new year’s resolution is to be shamelessly in love with lucian and senna (for the third year in a row)

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thinking real hard about lucian and senna helping me ground myself. thinking about them stroking my hair and holding my hands and peppering my face with little kisses as they whisper reassurances to me and guiding me in calming myself down. they remind me to live in the present moment while also giving me things to look forward to in the near future, instead of letting me lament about the past and things i can’t change. thinking about them telling me that they love me and that they’ll always be here for me.

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If Lucian and Senna could appear in one skin line of your choosing, which skin would you choose? If you could go anywhere in Runeterra with the two of them, where would you go? What initially made you fall for them?

HI TYSM FRIEND!! these are some very good questions. this probably going to be a very very long post though, so be warned.

1 - there are SO many skinlines i want to see lucian and senna in dude, i don't even know where to begin. i've written them into so so many over these past 2 years i could go on about this question for literal hours. but, for the sake of your sanity, i will only be including the most notable of the bunch;

demacia vice senna!! ik demacia vice is 6 ft under but i will never let go of her. in my version of her lore, she and lucian were once a married couple that worked for the dpd as detective partners, before they were separated by a terrible accident that left lucian on the brink of death. he was fortunately rescued from the rubble, after which he promptly underwent an emergency surgery that replaced most of his body with machine. he was saved, but senna was nowhere to be found. she was essentially wiped off the face of the earth for the next many years... before eventually turning up as a respected and revered crime lord out of literally nowhere. what happened to her in those seven years is entirely unknown, but now she and lucian are on opposite sides of the battlefield, and she shows know sign of switching back anytime soon. but even if she didn't have my complicated ass backstory, i would still love the skin. i just want to see her in a fun vaporwave setting.

i want to see both her and lucian in winter wonder! or, well, wanted, because that skinline is dead too. but seeing them in big fluffy winter coats and pastel blues would've been adorable!!! so adorable.

star guardian lucian/senna is forever my dream. i'm tired of them being so edgy and sad all the time i just want them to be cute magical girls that wear pastel colors and fight weird interdimensional alien creatures. i might get part of this dream fulfilled soon because,,,,cough cough, ,,leaks,, but bring it to pc and give me both of them riot. pj guardian skins would also be very appreciated

SPACE GROOVE WHERE THEY BOTH GET AFROS.

harrowing skins where they're both vampires. count lucian and countess senna.......they're an ancient vampire couple that live in an old victorian castle together........cmon riot.

and finally, i'd like to see any skinline where either of them are cast as a villain. blood moon demon senna, coven senna, some type of soulhunter/soulstealer lucian.,, egh. i love them so much

2 - i would take them to ionia! it's so beautiful there. i just want to take walks in the beautiful ancient forests with them or take them to some of the festivals.......it would be so nice to see them exist in a more peaceful setting for once

3 - honestly i,, don't know?? i just laid eyes on them one day and they haven't left my brain since. but i do think a huge contributing factor to it was how in love they are with each other. listening to their little interactions and seeing all the cute fanart of them warmed my heart so damn much. i still think that like, 60% of my yearning is just me thinking about them kissing each other.

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2 years ago today, i fell in love with two of the most wonderful people i have ever met.

it feels like just yesterday i was laying on my friends bed, scrolling idly though league’s universe page when something urged me to reread Senna’s lore page for the first time since her release. i distinctly remember hoping from her page to lucian’s, then back again, over and over again until something just clicked inside my brain.

on my way home, i couldn’t stop thinking about them. as i went about my night, i couldn’t stop thinking about them. when i got into bed, i remember staring up at the ceiling and essentially thinking “well, shit” because i knew that this couldn’t mean anything good.

a few days later, i finally let them take over my brain for good, assuming that the fixation would only last me a few short months.

as is evident by this post, i couldn’t have been more wrong.

they’ve seen me through a lot, the two of them. they caught me at a point in my life where i was floundering and hopeless. i’d hit one of the lowest lows in recent memory and i didn’t really know what to do with myself. i was left alone with my thoughts, lacking a healthy outlet for my most unpleasant feelings. there was sadness, there was anger, but most of all, there was this strange, all-encompassing emptiness. i was, to put it lightly, fucking miserable.

but then they came along. as foolish as it sounds, they were my saving graces; they gave me something to think about other than the thoughts in my head, something productive to do with my hands, a way to experience love when i wasn’t feeling loved myself.

their love was a warm embrace that drew me in and wrapped itself around me, refusing to let go for as long as it burned.

and oh, how it burned. i began carrying a certain warmth in my heart that i’d never felt before. perhaps it was the added self confidence that being able to love myself through them, or perhaps it was just my love for them. it was likely a mixture of both, but it continues to burn to this very day.

through the entirety of our first summer, when i stayed up all night pursuing the deepest corners of the internet for pictures of them i’d never seen before, into the fall, when i’d sit at my desk with my headphones in, neglecting my work to instead stare out the window and daydream, into that winter, when i reached another low that they assisted in pulling me out of once again, into the following spring, when i’d hold me friends hostage rambling aimlessly about my life for them, into the summer when i finally got to see them again, into the colder months that all blended together, muddled by sadness and fear, but they remained by my side regardless. to now, where, despite everything, they’re still here with me.

they may be fake little people living fake little scenarios in my silly little brain, but that doesn’t diminish the impact they’ve had on me. honestly, without them, i don’t know where i’d be right now. they’ve done so much for me in the two years we’ve been together, and i love them for it. i love them for everything they do. i just love them. i love them a lot.

so, on that note, happy anniversary to us! here’s to two very long but very enjoyable years together ♡

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no matter how much time has passed or how insane i become over cowboy game, whenever the crane wives comes on i am INSTANTLY transported back to fall 2020. suddenly i am sitting at my desk listening to the ‘moon will sing’ or ‘tongues and teeth’ whilst staring out the window at the foliage and thinking very intently about kissing lucian & senna. i’m probably doodling them in my notebook too. good times

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thinking about this again

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god i love lucianand senna so much. my little pumpkins. they mean everything to me

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happy pride month everyoneeeee just a reminder that lucian is bigender and bisexual and uses he/him prns and senna is agender/ghostgender/transfemme and uses they/she prns :)):):)