#lucien with tongue piercing

[yaaascrossiant]

Lucien Vanserra

[st4rrmii]

Giving Lucien dino/reptilian motifs in his design is so fun cause it works for autistic reasons and gay reasons. Like yes he has his tongue split and its totally 100% just because it reminds me of dinos nothing else

[lucienaskblog]

does the tongue piercing not get in the way of your speaking or eating-? do you not swallow it?

Mm. No?

It was difficult to eat with when I first got it but I’ve never accidentally swallowed it..

I haven’t noticed any changes in how I speak, but then again I’m non verbal most of the time.

Like a regular piercing it’s like stuck in my tongue until I take it out so it’s not going anywhere.

[littlest-w01f]

LUCIEN NSFW ALPHABETS

LUCIEN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Cw: Nsfw stuff, 18+ MDNI

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very gentle, sweet and caring.

Makes sure you are comfortable after.

NEEDS TO CUDDLE YOU

B: Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On him: His biceps, mostly cause you keep saying you love them, especially since you keep blushing at the sight of his arms in Day clothes and armlets.

On you: Your hands, he loves your fingers, palms, soft, rough, long, short, any kind you have, he is obsessed.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Needs to fill you up.

Rarely cums anywhere BUT inside you

Filling your cunt is his favourite

Is addicted to your cum, licks you clean every time

D: Dirty Secret

He has a dick piercing, it came to me in a dream.

You feel it deep inside you with every thrust, cold in the beginning then the gold gets warm from his powers by the end.

It feels wonderful on your tongue.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Gained a lot of experience after he left Autumn

He knows that he's done, every part of him knows how to bring you over the edge.

F: Favorite Position(s)

Table top, loves to slam you on a table to take you, eat you out, or fuck.

Queening, face sitting, loves you on his face, holds your hips to keep you on him while he eats you out.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

More on the jokish side.

But does take his job of making you cum very seriously.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

Very well trimmed.

The carpet does match the drapes, pretty red hair all over.

Would prefer it if yours was well kept too, but at the end of the day he doesn't mind.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with his mate is something very intimate.

Your firsts are everything, candles from his powers, rose petals.

He's very romantic.

Unless you need to be taught who owns you. (Which you use to your advantage because Feral Lucien >>)

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Is into mutual masturbation, loves jerking off at the sight of you playing with yourself.

pumps himself to the sight of you while he's woken up and you're asleep, not wanting to wake you up

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pleasure Dom, your pleasure matters to him a lot more than his does.

Breeding kink, need to fill you with his cum, he loves you filled with his cum, murmuring about getting you pregnant while he's fucking you.

Agoraphillia, loves to fuck you in the Day Court gardens, the thrill of someone finding you turns him on

Sensory deprivation, blindfolds, loves to have your eyes covered also helps if you have light sensitivity cause he be glowing (jkjk).

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom mostly, on every surface, every piece of furniture.

The gardens, the woods.

Anywhere you can convince him to take you.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in his Court's clothes

Talking dirty to him

Your attempts to dominate him

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that might scar you he is not game.

HATES impact play with toys, might spank you here and there with his hand playfully but would never pick up a paddle or whip for you

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving, whether you are on your back or sitting on his face

SKILLS OF GOD IN EATING YOU

you're his favourite meal

It didn't make sense why the bond wasn't accepted when he ate you out, since you are a meal you offered him

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Sensual and romantic most of the times

Doesn't mind taking you hard when you want or when he's feeling jealous.

Which is reciprocated by you whenever you see a female trying to get too close to him.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't prefer them.

Would rather take his time with you.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Loves the risk of getting caught deep inside you.

Isn't much into experimenting, but will try most things you want.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

Can go on FOREVER.

Loves you whimpering from overstimulation

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really have toys, his mouth, fingers and cock work wonders.

You bring the toys in.

It took him a while to get used to the toys.

Using them on both him and you.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

A BIG TEASE.

Adores you crying to cum

babbling away, teary-eyed

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

His sounds of pleasure are only for you.

Whimpers and moans, your name loud on his lips.

His voice is FUCKING MELODIOUS.

W: Wild Card

While he lived in Spring, during any celebration party, Calanmai, or Summer Solstice, he spent his time fucking plenty of females at the same time

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Lean, soft abs, more arms and legs muscles

Cock very girthy, curved up

DROOL WORTHY

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Quiet high

Loves you and always needs his hands on you.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleepy babe.

Falls asleep after being cleaned with you.

All cosy and snuggled up

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[readychilledwine]

Orgasm Control

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

So, we have to start with making a distinction here. Orgasm control is not edge play. Edge play can involve orgasm control, but these are two totally different things and honestly on very VERY different ends of the kink spectrum. We're going to dive into Edge Play with Lucien. The reason these two kinks are so commonly confused is due to a term called "edging," and we will discuss that in a second.

Orgasm control is exactly what it sounds like. It is the act of prolonging or disrupting your partner's or your own orgasm. It can be used in partner play or solo play. The appeal to orgasm control comes with the antipation it brings, and the control it allows the dominating party to feel. The constant build and prolonged need for release can cause more intense orgasms, heightened nerve sensitivity, and can help intensify the bond between you and your partner.

Orgasm control is also a very good way to dip your toes into the art of Submission or Domination. It is an easy form of play with little no effect on the mind, large reward, and requires no special tools or techniques. One good way to see if you would be into orgasm control is to work it into solo play through edging.

Edging is the act of bringing yourself or a partner near the beginning of that peak of orgasm before backing away over and over until the big o finally happens. To properly edge, you should be bringing yourself or your partner to that state where the coil is starting to wind and wind, but that desperate need to tip over the edge has not fully set in.

Fair warning with self orgasm control or partner play, you need to know each other and your bodies so well for this form of play. It can quickly become frustrating for the receiving party. Be kind and cautious. You want to associate this with sexy fun, not anger 💕

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As always, NSFW below cut

Ruhn x reader

Warnings - overstimulation, oral f receiving, unprotected sex

You were shaking below Ruhn, a soft cry leaving your mouth as he pulled off of you again and moved to kiss the inside of your thigh. “Ruhn, please,” you couldn't take it anymore. The need to orgasm, to scream his name had set in over an hour ago, and he kept denying you over and over again. He'd let you approach that high 7 times already just for him to rip it away. 

“Don't want this to be over,” the response was muffled into your thigh. He sighed happily, looking up at you with soft eyes. “We could stay like this forever, you know?” You almost pushed him away, wiggling up. “Nah uh, princess. You promised you would be all mine tonight and it was whatever I wanted.”

“I didn't think-”

“I want to drown in you,” a teasing lick just brushed your nerves, sending your head back into the pillows as a drawn-out whine left your lips. “Is that really so much to ask?”

That teasing lick became long ones, circling your clit before dipping to your entrance. He was savoring you, taking his time with you like he needed to memorize the scent, the taste, each noise. You moved your hands to his hair, threading your fingers into those soft dark locks and pulling. 

Ruhn went back to your clit, moaning as he did, and locked his mouth on. He began gently sucking, as he licked. The occasional contrast of the metal piercing versus his soft lips keeping your senses high. 

He moaned against you again as you tugged his hair, silently begging for more. He ran a finger through your folds, pushing it slowly into you. Is that what you needed, baby? Need me to fill you up? His voice in your mind pushed you into over stimulation, causing you to wiggle and whine. 

Cool shadows began roaming your body, leaving feather like kisses along every inch of skin. At the same time, his finger began to move in time with his tongue, curling and gently touching that soft spongy wall inside of you. 

Every nerve was singing, begging for release, and you felt yourself relaxing, clenching his finger as moans began leaving you shamelessly.

That edge was so close, begging for you to come to her, begging for you to come and play.

And then it all stopped. Tears began to fall as he kissed up your body and then kissed each one away. “Gonna let you cum. I swear.” His cock was resting at your core, waiting to enter you, to slide home. 

Ruhn kissed your lips gently and then sat up. He took a single leg, bringing it over his shoulder to open you wide for him. It was as if Luna herself blessed you when his cock slid in, inch by tantalizing inch. 

“Ruhn,” his name was a breathless prayer as your back arched.

“Fuck, I know baby.” 

He took you slowly, savoring every moment until even he had enough. Shadows wrapped your wrists, pulling your hands above your head. Then he began.

Ruhn shifted his hips and pounded into you, hit that spot only he had ever found over and over. Those tattooed hands squeezed the thigh he had leaning against him as he kissed and nipped at your calf and ankle. 

You on fire. That coil tightens more and more with each rhythmic thrust. The over stimulation, the need to cum, the tingling setting in, it all became so much. Too much. You didn't realize you were crying until a loving stroke came down the bond.

Ruhn leaned forward, bringing your leg with him, and wiped those tears, pace slowing. “Y/n, what's wrong, baby?” His falter in movement had your legs beginning to shake as thar climb paused once again, a soft cry of despair leaving your swollen plush lips, and Ruhn smirking as he realized three things.

He had you so desperate to cum, you would do whatever he wanted at this point

You were the most stunning creature when you were fucked out

You were about to beg. Beg for his cock, his fingers, anything. 

Ruhn grabbed your other leg, sinking in further. He was so deep inside you, you could have sworn new places, new nerves, were being woken for the first time. “Ruhn, please. I need it, please. Please make me cum?”

He kissed you deeply. “So pretty when you beg.” He began again, hands finding your tits and squeezing as he focused on both of you. Your body began to sing for him, his name a constant melody. It was no longer a spring coiling in your stomach but a rope, dangling you from a cliff refusing to let go.

His brow was knit, jaw opened as he groaned, whispering praise with each movement, moaning each time you tightened around him. “‘M close, y/n. Need you to fall with me. Can you do that?”

You nodded frantically, tears falling again. His hand came to your abused clit, stroking her gently in time with his hips. “Cum,” the command held little power. He was breathless, eyes rolling back already at the feeling of you squeezing him like a vice. 

But the command was what finally cut that rope, allowing you to fall from that ledge, tumbling through the air in a glorious free fall. Your vision went white as you screamed his name, walls milking him for every drop as he fell off soon after you. 

It was a long free fall that Ruhn worked you through, whispered and praised you through. 

And when it finally ended, it was as if your body landed in a pool of water, comforting relief spreading to every inch and limb as your mind was allowed to leave that desperate place. You were limp in his arms, smiling and panting in time with him.

“Bitch as much as you want,” Ruhn's nose nudged yours, forcing you to allow him to steal a kiss. “But it's always worth it.” You could only nod. Body and voice spend. “Come on, gorgeous. Let's get you cleaned up.”

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[froggywizzard]

Bear with me, cause it's gonna be fun. I started wondering which piercings would suit ACOTAR characters.

I love having those random thoughts.

Lucien would rock a slutty nostril with a gold ring and many hooped ear piercings (maybe with charms on them). And a tongue piercing, he absolutely would put it to good use.

Honestly, Helion could have any piercing. U name it, he has it. I imagine him looking gorgeous heavily pierced with hoops, charms, chains and all.

Elain, besides lobe piercings, could have her belly button pierced. With cute jewellery, like a butterfly or a flower. And no one would know about it.

Mor seems like a girl to get a monroe, you know? And maybe a genital piercing, a christina perhaps.

I don't think Rhysand would have any piercings. Maybe little itty bitty lobe diamonds, but I don't think so. It just doesn't suit him.

Feyre, on the other hand, could have several microdermals with shiny rocks, so she looks like she has stars on her skin. I'm think collarbones, maybe sternum.

Azriel seems like a guy with an industrial piercing. He's canonically emo, so maybe lip piercings? He definitely has his nipples pierced. I imagine silver jewellery for him.

Gwyn would have the cool girl piercing, a septum. She would keep it hidden tho. Maybe pierced nips, why not.

Cassian would look dope with his eyebrow (eyebrows?) pierced. And maybe a labret, but idk.

Nesta is piercings free. Maybe lobes, but that's it.

It's gonna be very random, but Jurian could have a prince albert. I don't know why, but it very vividly popped into my mind.

And now to the honourable mentions. I see Tarquin with a medusa, blue opal ofc, Amren with her whole kitty cat pierced, Emerie with snake bites and Tamlin with a single lobe pierced.

Also, not a piercing, but LoA would look hot af 🔥 wearing a chain that wraps around her waist, goes in-between her breath and ends up as a necklace (thank @yennas-stuff for the idea)

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Rebirth Date - English Translation [2/3]

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

No Man's Land Solo SSR Event | Rebirth Date Part 1 | Date Part 2 (You're here!) | Date Part 3 | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

Before I even adjust to the harsh white light, I crash straight into Lucien's gaze.

"Not hiding anymore?"

He squinted his eyes and chuckled softly.

He crouches in front of me, his hair scattered across his forehead, damp with water droplets, his exposed chest rising and falling slightly.

He casually grips the chainsaw and pulls the starter cord with one hand, producing a piercing and terrifying sound.

Translation under the cut!

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—[Part 3]—

More and more people are becoming seriously ill, and the radiation alarm in the safe house is sounding more intensely every day. However, Lucien still has no plans to move.

Seeing him inject medication into himself more frequently, I finally break the silence.

MC: Are you okay?

Lucien: Don't worry. This body has been confirmed to be able to last for some time in this environment.

MC: ...Don't you feel any pain?

Lucien: I'm not very sensitive to pain, so it won't be a factor in my judgment.

His tone is relaxed, and he even curls up on the sofa to read the pile of documents I retrieved for him earlier.

Despite trusting Lucien's judgment, I still faintly feel a certain sense of urgency.

MC: Lucien, will our experiment really yield results?

MC: In such a harsh world, shouldn't we lower our high expectations? Wouldn't it be better to just be ordinary people?

Instead of chasing for answers that we may never get in our lifetime, wouldn't it be enough to just simply live?

For a long time after that, Lucien doesn't say anything.

He just gazes at me quietly, his bottomless eyes like an abyss, making it hard to see clearly.

Lucien: I don't know.

Lucien: But experiments inevitably come with failures and contingencies, so I can't give you a definite answer.

Lucien: But I believe there will be results.

Even knowing that he might fail, he will definitely keep trying—until he reaches a point where he can no longer move forward, and then calmly starts over from the beginning.

Lucien: For this, I am willing to pay any price.

✂———————–

At night, I have a dream.

In the dream, those severely ill people stand up, the desolate land starts to have flowers, and there are more smiling faces.

However, everything shatters like broken glass the next moment, revealing a dreadful and bewildering void.

Lucien: MC, we have failed. This world will not get better.

Lucien, standing in front of me, starts to rot and blur, eventually turning into an exploded mess of blood.

I can feel the cold liquid seeping through my body, flowing over my cheeks and arms.

Lucien: [whispers gently] MC, how do you feel now?

I can't see Lucien's face, but I can hear his voice filling my mind.

I feel him gently embrace me, patiently waiting for my answer as usual.

The incredibly realistic sensation makes it hard for me to tell whether this is a dream or reality.

Lucien: Listen to the voice in your heart and tell me your answer.

I feel my entire body start to tremble violently, and countless unfamiliar images flash through my mind.

I see Lucien's calm yet mad eyes;

I hear the sharp whirring sound of a machine;

I see blood pouring like a waterfall, drenching my entire body like rain.

I scream and open my eyes—only to see Lucien's face the next second.

The face in front of me overlaps with the one in my dream, but he only has a worried expression on his face; some kind of familiar scent clings to his body.

Lucien: Are you okay?

I'm tongue-tied and can only stare at him blankly.

I don't know if it's the effect of the moonlight, but his entire figure seems to be covered with a faint halo, which then dissipates in the blink of an eye.

MC: I… seem to have had a nightmare and seen many scenes.

He gently strokes my back, but his eyes imperceptibly darken a little.

Lucien: I observed that your Evol fluctuations are quite significant. The recent radiation tide may have also affected you.

Perhaps it's the lingering effect of my dream, but as I look at Lucien standing before me, I feel an inexplicable timidity and uneasiness. I subconsciously reach out my hand to him.

Suddenly, I realize my body is without an isolation suit, and Lucien has almost no protective equipment. I quickly wrap myself in the blanket.

MC: Lucien, get away from me quickly! I'm not wearing an isolation suit! Get out quickly!

Lucien: ….

Lucien: A certain lady's decision is too hasty, making me a bit worried that you might actually dislike me.

The next second, a warm palm covers my head through the blanket.

I can't see Lucien's expression at this moment.

It seems to be a time that belongs solely to him. As long as he doesn't allow it, I can't enter.

Even long after, I still don't know what expression he had during that nearly minute-long silence.

In the end, Lucien walks out of the room without a word.

As I lie on the bed, my heart is still pounding with lingering fear, and I have lost the desire to fall asleep again.

The inexplicably familiar scent floods the entire room, making me sit up in frustration and can't help but sigh.

In the faint moonlight, I suddenly see some small, scattered black spots 'growing' on the floor.

Curious, I squat down and find that it is very fresh, with a faint hint of a metallic smell—

It's blood!

Cold sweat instantly seeps out of my back. Only Lucien had been here just now... Could he be injured? Or affected by the radiation?!

I hastily don the isolation suit and run in the direction of the bloodstains.

The intermittent and scattered bloodstains seem to guide me, leading me step by step toward an unfamiliar corridor.

??: “Rrrrr…”

A strange and piercing sound echoes from the depths, like... the sound I heard amidst the chaotic scenes.

Faint specks of light flicker faintly in the darkness, and I suddenly feel a surge of fear and foreboding —

That glimmer of light might destroy many things, but I can't stop my footsteps.

I traverse through numerous unfamiliar corridors and finally step into the glimmer of light—

A vast yet desolate building appears before me, with an enormous pit at its center.

Gazing down, I see the pit divided into numerous sections by plastic sheeting. The walls and sheeting are splattered with varying shades of crimson.

I descend into the pit, pushing aside the hanging curtains as if unveiling the true face of another world.

A thick stench of blood fills my nostrils, and the grating whirring of machinery churns my entire brain.

A familiar figure flickers past in a corner cubicle.

The curtain blurs his face, and the shadow gracefully raises a machine, lowering his arm like a conductor.

The transparent shower curtain is covered with dense 'raindrops'. Something is sliced open and falls heavily.

It rolls on the ground, spinning endlessly, before finally stopping in the gap between the curtains.

I see a person's face, the same face that was wailing and begging for death.

Now, he lies silently on the ground, his rotting eyes staring rigidly at me.

And in the next second, the shadow picks him up, revealing that familiar face through the gap.

Standing against the light, he turns his head, his calm yet crazed eyes gleaming brightly.

He doesn't seem surprised by my arrival.

An arm shrouded in the shadows casually slashes, slicing the entire curtain open in an instant-

-revealing the full, blood-soaked figure of Lucien before my eyes.

My rapid breathing fogs up the transparent visor on my isolation suit, obscuring most of my vision, yet I've never seen him more clearly.

I burst into a sprint.

A torrent of images and distant memories flooded my mind, slicing through me like a scalpel.

??: ...That’s a highly-contaminated area, and you say that child came out alive?!

??: She is crucial to our experiment. We need to study her powers—we have no choice!

Under the glaring lights, someone binds me to an iron table.

Countless days and nights blur together as flames sear my skin and sharp blades inflict ceaseless pain.

??: ...Under high radiation, her body remains stable... she's carrying high-intensity energy... 5 people died from…

??: Evol core… like a quasi-magnetic field…

Strangers speak in tongues I cannot comprehend, their eyes perpetually fixed on the distant future, but all I sense is madness.

They are all lunatics, lunatics of the apocalypse, and I only want to escape.

As I blast open the laboratory door, a gentle-faced young boy appears before me in the thick smoke.

Boy: Once you pass through this door, you can run free.

He pressed a button, and accompanied by a piercing siren, an iron door not far away slowly opened.

Boy: Remember to take the forest path. Nothing will harm you there.

For a moment, I thought this would be another experimental trap set by those lunatics.

The hurried footsteps gradually came closer, but the boy made no move to jump away. He simply watched me patiently.

Boy: You have three minutes to decide whether you want to be caught by them again or trust me.

Boy: Of course, you can also trust your instincts.

Those deep, dark eyes seemed to possess a strange power. In an instant, I turned and ran towards the door.

Suddenly, another thought struck me, and I turned back at the iron door.

MC: Why are you helping me?

Boy: If you want to know who you are one day, you can come find me.

MC: ….How can I find you?

Boy: I will let you find me. Remember to learn how to protect yourself.

✂———————–

Years later, I remembered his words when I finally realized the 'Grim Reaper' I carried within me.

I want to know who I am and what I want to change.

And he seemed to know that I would eventually return to this 'land of death,' leaving messages and marks in each area ravaged by radiation-

I thought Lucien was different.

Maybe he was hiding it too well, or perhaps he finally lost his patience.

The grating sounds of machinery and footsteps seemed to follow me like a shadow, yanking my taut consciousness back to reality.

As if anticipating my arrival, many places were already locked up.

The ground and walls around me tremble slightly, permeated with a strange yet familiar power that makes me feel dizzy.

The unbearable heat and dizziness slow my steps, but the chilling footsteps keep my nerves on edge.

To speed up, I simply take off the isolation suit.

I don't want to die, I must live on.

My heart feels like it's burning, urging me not to stop moving.

After escaping aimlessly, I found myself back in that deep pit again.

As I gaze upon the blood-stained black bags concealed behind the curtain, a sudden idea strikes me.

Shrouded in the humid darkness, I dare not make a single move.

The already cramped space seems to be devouring the last vestiges of air, causing me to slow my breathing instinctively.

Muffled rustling sounds intermittently pierce the silence, sounding eerily ominous in the heightened state of my hearing.

I force myself to focus, but the image of those eyes keeps intruding into my mind uncontrollably.

….The truth is, I don't know Lucien at all.

Is it because he has never fully revealed himself to me, or have I never truly gotten close to him?

Amidst a tinge of sadness, I realize that none of this matters now—I must focus on how to survive.

I exhale softly, and a familiar surge of power gathers in my chest. Through the haze, I catch glimpses of fragmented images —

The hum of machinery fills my ears, while the pulsing red light and constantly fluctuating curves leave afterimages on my retina.

I walk through the crowd of people, and flowers bloom by the roadside.

In that hazy world, there exists a pair of eyes that always gaze upon me with unwavering clarity.

Sharp, resolute, and scrutinizing. He seems to be peering through me to a distant place.

MC: …Lucien.

I part my dry lips but make no sound.

The air seems to thin even further, and in a daze, I feel as if I've been transported back to countless moments of frigid breathlessness in the past.

The unknown and fear tug at my remaining consciousness as if I'm about to be swallowed by the boundless darkness.

I don't know how much time has passed; the rustling sounds around me have also disappeared.

Perhaps Lucien has gone somewhere else to find me. Thinking this, I carefully unzip the zipper.

Before I even adjust to the harsh white light, I crash straight into Lucien's gaze.

The world roars, and my heart seems to stop for a moment.

Lucien: [chuckles] Not hiding anymore?

He squinted his eyes and chuckled softly.

He crouches in front of me, his hair scattered across his forehead, damp with water droplets, his exposed chest rising and falling slightly.

He casually grips the chainsaw and pulls the starter cord with one hand, producing a piercing and terrifying sound.

I can't fathom how long he's been waiting like this.

Five minutes? Ten minutes? Or has he been silently observing my every move from the beginning, watching me run continuously and then return here, lying down in the bag?

Fear makes me clench my fingers tightly, but I do not avoid his gaze, trying to find the answers I seek in his eyes.

MC: ...Why did you help me escape back then?

I don't answer him; instead, I ask a question I have never figured out. As if slightly surprised, Lucien's eyes flicker.

Lucien: Because I worry that they will damage my test subject.

He answers directly and calmly as if it's the most natural answer.

Somehow, I suddenly don't feel afraid at all. I even feel like laughing, so I simply pull at the corners of my mouth and lie in the bag.

I don't want to think about whether his close proximity will be affected by the radiation from my body, nor do I want to consider how to escape from this rapidly moving saw.

Maybe I've always wanted to find some way to talk to Lucien.

MC: Then why do you want to study me?

MC: Why do so many people want to study me? Do you want to change the world?

Lucien: [chuckles] Change the world?

Lucien laughs as if what I just said is a joke.

But soon he restrains his laugh, his gaze turns slightly bright as he looks at me again, and his voice carries an undisguised seriousness and stubbornness.

Lucien: Why change the world? I think this world is fine.

Lucien: What I want to seek is 'evolution'.

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Random Acotar thoughts that I have about these characters if they lived in the real world that literally no one asked for 🤣

🎭Nestas loves Star Wars. Her fav character is Kylo Ren.

🌸 Elain makes bombbbb banana bread

🦇Rhysand is very big on self care. He gets Manicures & Pedicures regularly.

⚔️Cassian LOVES the fast and the furious movies. His favorite is 4.

😔Tamlin is a elder emo. Some of his fav bands are Limp Bizkit, My Chemical Romance & Dashboard Confessional.

🎨Feyres Celeb crush is Tom Hiddleston.

⛓️Azriel has his tongue pierced

🍷Mors favorite actress is Blake Lively

💎Amrens favorite vacation destination is Paris.

🦊Lucien is a die hard romantic. Loves to cook for his ladies.

📚Gwyns fav show is greys anatomy. She relates a lot to April Kepner.

🤺Emeries biggest pet peeve is when people chew with their mouth open.

👁️Jurian makes artisan beef jerky

🕊️Vassa does Brazilian jiujitsu.

🔥Eris secretly cried at the ending of Romeo & Juliet. ( he loves the Leonardo DiCaprio remake best)…

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

Ancient Games

Eris x Azriel

(Part 2)

word count: 1600

Summary: Eris heals an injured Shadowsinger only to reveal a deeper, darker destiny. Can they work together to restore their lands? Or will court rivalry control them and power persuade their intentions?

cw: Beron being a piece of shit like usual, acotar in a different reality

(This is my first series so I hope you enjoy it. I'll get part 2 out asap <3)

"You're late again, Eris," Lucien scolded, not bothering to look up from his pumpkin stew.

The young prince, Eris Vanserra, brushed the damp leaves from his cloak and took his seat at the wooden table. "I got sidetracked," he said, his eyes drifting to the warm, amber light spilling from the kitchen hearth. His stomach growled, betraying his hunger.

"By what this time?" Lucien, his youngest brother, raised an eyebrow, his sunset orange hair shimmering in the candlelight.

Eris sighed, running a hand through his own unruly deep ruby locks. "I had to... take care of something." His voice was tight with unspoken tension.

"I hope it was worth it," said Lucien, his amber eyes filled with gentle concern as he passed him a steaming bowl of stew. "You know Father will be looking for you."

Eris took the bowl with a grateful nod and filled his spoon. The aroma of rosemary and onions filled his nose, momentarily distracting him from the weight of his secret. "It was," he murmured, the warmth of the stew melting into his hands. He took a tentative sip, the flavors dancing on his tongue, and felt a bit of his strength return.

The door to the hall swung open, and in strode their father, the High Lord of the Autumn Court, his eyes like shards of black ice. "Where have you been, Eris?" His voice was low, but the thunder in his tone was unmistakable.

Eris tensed, setting his spoon down with a clink. "I was just out... training," he lied, hoping the shadows cast by the flickering candles would hide the truth in his eyes.

"Training?" His father's gaze was piercing, and Eris felt it cut through his flimsy excuse. "With what? A stray rabbit?"

The room grew eerily silent, and the comforting scent of roasting pumpkin suddenly transformed into the cloying stench of decay. Eris's heart skipped a beat as he looked around the table. His brothers' expressions ranged from confusion to suspicion, but none of them seemed to notice the shift in the air.

A cold draft danced through the hall, extinguishing candles and raising goosebumps on his skin. The warmth he had felt moments ago was replaced by a chilling embrace that seemed to seep into his very bones.

"Father," Eris began, his voice shaking slightly, "I encountered... something unexpected."

The High Lord's eyes narrowed, and the shadows grew denser. "Speak," he demanded, his voice a whip-crack in the stifling silence.

Eris took a deep breath and recounted his encounter with the Shadowsinger, a creature of legend whispered about in fearful tones, a creature rumored to have the power to control darkness itself. "I found him... hurt," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He was trapped in a hunter's snare, his wings torn and bloodied."

His father's expression grew darker, the shadows thickening around him. "You should have left it," he said, his voice like the rustle of dead leaves. "Those beasts are dangerous, even for one such as you."

"I couldn't," Eris protested, the image of the Shadowsinger's pleading gaze burned into his mind. "He was in pain. I had to help him."

The High Lord slammed his fist on the table, sending dishes rattling. "You foolish boy! The Shadowsinger is not to be trifled with. It serves the enemy—Rhysand, the Dark Prince of the Night Court."

Eris's blood ran cold at the mention of Rhysand's name. He had heard the horrors of the Night Court, the whispers of its dark deeds, and the chilling power of its prince. Yet, the creature he had found had not seemed evil, only desperate. "But he was suffering," Eris argued, his voice stronger now.

"Suffering or not, he is a weapon," the High Lord said, his gaze unyielding. "And now you have brought that weapon into our midst. Do you understand what you have done?"

But Eris had made his choice, driven by a compassion that was as much a part of him as the very blood that pulsed through his veins. He had taken the Shadowsinger to a hidden glade cabin, far from the prying eyes of the court, and tended to his wounds.

Now, as he sat before his father's wrath, Eris felt a sharp sting across his cheek. The High Lord had struck him, his hand a blur in the dimly lit hall. The impact sent him reeling, his chair toppling backwards with a clatter that echoed through the room.

But amidst the chaos, one figure remained unflappable—Lucien. His amber eyes flicked from Eris to their father and back again, his face a mask of calm. Yet beneath the surface, Eris could see the tempest brewing, the fiery spark of protectiveness that was so quintessentially Lucien. Eris knew that his brother was biting his tongue, holding back the words that would surely invite their father's ire.

For a long moment, the only sound in the hall was the crackle of the dying fire, the hiss of the stew pot, and Eris's ragged breathing. He tasted copper on his tongue, the metallic tang of blood where his father's ring had split his lip. The room felt smaller, the shadows pressing in, as if the very walls were judging him.

"Father," he began, pushing himself up from the cold stone floor, "I understand your anger, but the Shadowsinger—"

The High Lord's voice was like a winter storm, cutting him off. "I will hear none of it. Kill him."

The command hung in the air, heavy as the silence that followed. Eris's eyes widened in disbelief, searching the faces of his brothers for any sign of protest. But they remained still, their expressions a mix of shock and loyalty to their father.

It was then that he felt it—a subtle pulse of warmth, a thread of life that connected him to the Shadowsinger. The creature's healing had not been a simple act of kindness; it had forged a bond, one that thrummed with power and promise. Eris knew he could not, would not, end the life of the being that had entrusted him with its survival.

In the days that followed, Eris kept his secret tightly guarded. He stole away to the glade, bringing food and herbs to aid in the creature's recovery. The bond grew stronger with each visit, whispering secrets to him in the language of the ancients—secrets of a prophecy that spoke of two warriors, bound by fate. A prince with a heart of fire and a soul entwined with shadow.

At court, whispers grew louder about the missing Shadowsinger, and Azriel's name was spoken with increasing malice. Eris felt the weight of his father's command like a stone in his stomach, but the bond whispered rebellion. It showed him visions of the Night Court's Spymaster, not the monster of legend but a warrior weary of the endless battles, seeking peace in a land torn apart by the tyranny of his own kin.

Azriel was a warrior burdened by duty, a prisoner of his own heritage. The Shadowsinger's whispers spoke of a court shrouded in lies, where the true enemy was not the prince of night but the very system that had cast them as adversaries.

Eris wrestled with his conscience, torn between his loyalty to his court and the undeniable connection to the creature he had saved. Each visit to the glade brought him closer to the truth, and closer to the realization that he could not ignore the destiny that seemed to be unfolding before him.

One evening, as Eris returned to his chambers, his thoughts a tumult of doubt and fear, he found Lucien waiting for him, his eyes filled with quiet concern.

"What's going on, Eris?" he asked, closing the door softly behind them. "You've been distant, sneaking away during meals, and you've got the look of a man who's found something he wishes he hadn't."

Eris sighed heavily, running his hand over his face. He had hoped to keep his secret for a while longer, but the bond was growing too strong, its whispers too insistent. "I... I found something," he began, his voice low.

"The Shadowsinger," Lucien said, his eyes sharpening. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

Eris swallowed hard, feeling the lie form on his tongue but unable to voice it. "No," he admitted. "I couldn't. He's... different, Lucien. There's more to him than we've been told."

Lucien studied his brother, the candlelight casting his features into sharp relief. "What do you mean?"

"The Shadowsinger," Eris began, "his name is... Azriel. He's not just a beast of the night. He's a creature of ancient power, bound to the will of the one who wields the heartstone of the Dragon's Bane. And I think... I think Rhysand might be that one."

The revelation hung in the air, heavy as the tapestries that adorned the walls of their chamber.

"The Dragon's Bane," Lucien murmured, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and horror. "The weapon that could destroy realities? Make people bend to the wielders will? If what you say is true..."

Eris nodded gravely. "It changes everything. And if Father finds out..."

Lucien stepped closer, his eyes searching Eris's. "What do you intend to do?"

"I need to talk to him," Eris said, his voice firm. "To understand the truth behind the prophecy and why Father wants him dead."

Let me know what you think. I have so many ideas on where to go from here. Hopefully, I can get part 2 out sooner rather than later.

A friend helped me edit this <3

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Rockstar!Lucien Headcanons

A/n: thank you to @cursebrkr for coming up with this beautiful concept for Lucien. Please go check out their art it’s amazing! These r totally random and all over the place

Warnings: some nsfw concepts so minors dni (18+ please)

Rockstar Lucien is hot and he knows it. He's tall, muscular, and 100% covered in tattoos

He used to be self conscious about his face scar but then he adopted the “chicks dig scars” mentality and never looked back

that long red hair is just beautiful, he blow drys and styles it for sure!!!! He uses the best shampoo/conditioner so it’s always smooth and silky

He plays the guitar and loves whipping his hair around during his solos

His favorite is an electric guitar but will occasionally play acoustic if you ask him

Definitely has nose a piercing (changes from a stud or hoop depending on his mood) and definitely a tongue piercing too. There's also one that only you and him know about 😉

You guys met at a party after one of his bigger shows. You’re the friend of a daughter of some executive for his record label and you immediately caught his eye. He knew he had to talk to you

When Lucien loves, he loves hard and is very loyal and he just wants the same in return

He’s very cautious about getting close to people because he’s been hurt before and used for his fame. He didn’t want that to happen with you but after talking to you for a few days he knew you weren’t like that

Once he has you, he’s absolutely infatuated with you

On your first date he tries so hard to impress you but it goes terribly. He makes a complete dork of himself and his ‘cool rockstar’ facade slips. You thought it was so cute and endearing, he was surprised he got another date with you

You become Lucien’s muse when writing songs

You go to all the shows you can and even go on tour with him. If it’s a world tour he takes you to all the romantic spots in different countries and always takes you on fun adventures when he’s not busy rehearsing

You never get bored watching him on stage

Lucien makes sure you’re always sitting close to the stage so he can see you while performing. Whenever he sees you he always winks at you and starts dancing very suggestively on stage knowing it turns you on

Lucien is very protective of you

One time he stopped a show when he saw some guy harassing you. He was furious, he almost jumped off the stage but security escorted the guy from the venue before anything else happened

You watched the rest of the show from backstage that night. As soon as he was done Lucien took you straight home. He held you and apologized all night even though you told him over and over that it wasn't his fault

His fans absolutely adore you! If they recognize you at shows they always say hi and some even ask for a picture

You love watching him on stage and going out to parties together but your favorite times with him are when you guys can just relax at home alone

You love lazy days in bed together eating nothing but junk food and watching cartoons

Lucien is a child at heart and will insist you watch 2000s Disney shows (Suite Life of Zack and Cody is his fav)

Lucien has two nice cars and one really beautiful, expensive black motorcycle

When he bought it you weren’t crazy about it at first but when he handed you your own helmet and took you for a ride it changed your mind

You loved when he’d go super fast, it gave you an adrenaline rush

He's not a huge social media person, he only posts if he likes a picture of him from a show or event, or if new music is coming out

He doesn't like the media attention that comes with his job but he sucks it up

Lucien feels bad that you get wrapped up in it since you're a private person as well

He always has ways to bypass the paparazzi when you guys go out, he hates the way they shove cameras in your faces and the stupid questions they ask

He has punched a pap before for almost pushing you into traffic in the city

Some NSFW stuff (18+ from here on!)

Lucien plays guitar so he’s a god with his fingers. He knows exactly what he’s doing down there and can make you cum in seconds

His tongue piercing is also a plus when he goes down on you

It’s one of the metal balls and when he licks your clit the pressure is perfect

His favorite position is when your on top

Lucien loves when you ride him because he can see all of you and after your orgasm hits he pulls you into his chest

His other preferred position is taking you from behind

He loves running his hand down your arched back to squeeze the back of your neck

And he loves how deep he can get from that angle

When he’s in charge sex is usually rough and passionate. Love making is set aside for special occasions though, like if you haven’t seen each other in a long time

He’s always down to try anything unless it’s a no for you, he’d never want to make you uncomfortable

One of his band mates did walk in on you guys once in his dressing room and he never lived it down

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First Kiss

Just my thoughts on what your first kiss would be like with each of the ACOTAR men

A/N: I'm not super happy with how Eris' turned out, but I've only read up to ACOWAR and haven't gotten to see much of him so I'm sorry

Warnings: Some suggestive content

Rhysand

Would be so soft and slow and sweet

He's waited 500 years for you, so he's going to relish in every second of it

Those piercing violet eyes, staring deeply into yours

Before he cups your face in his hand, and brings your face to his

And he pours all of his feelings into that kiss

Love and longing and joy

And as he pulls away, he'll rest his forehead against yours and he won't stop smiling for the rest of the night

Cassian

He would start out slow and gentle

But then you tangle your fingers in his hair

And he moans

And you need more

You pull his hair

And he's biting your lip

And it's very quickly a battle of lips and tongues and teeth that leaves you both breathless and wanting more

And as you pull away, you take in how absolutely gorgeous this man is

With his pupils blown out and his lips bruised

And it's all he can do not to drag you upstairs to his room

Not that you would have minded

Azriel

You absolutely have to make the first move

Otherwise he'll just sit there, staring at your lips

So you do

You tangle your hands in his hair as he presses you against a wall

And you moan against him and he goes feral

Pulling your hair and marking you up

and when you murmur his name in a breathy half-moan

he kisses his way up your neck and jawline

"Say it again." and he kisses at the corners of your mouth

"Again."

And you do.

And he doesn't let you stop for the rest of the night.

Lucien

You spend the night together at his apartment and fall asleep cuddled up to each other

You wake up first and start pressing sleepy kisses into his shoulder where it meets his neck

It isn't long before he woke up and his fingers find purchase in your hair

He pulls away to look at your pretty face

and leans down, brushing his nose against yours

and he murmurs a soft "Can I kiss you?"

and when you nod, he closes the distance between you and kisses you ever so softly

And when you pull away, all he can say is "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," and kisses you again

Eris

He would be so rough and demanding.

Pinning your wrists above your head

leaning down to claim every inch of your mouth with his own

Both of you walk away with bruised lips

He ends up with scratches down his back

and you get hand shaped bruises on your hips

Helion

You would be in his library, both working together on some project or other over a cup of tea

And you would be so focused on your books that you hardly notice the hair that falls over your face

He would reach over and brush the strand over your ear, and cup your chin in his hands

"Look at me, Bright One."

And as you look up at him, his eyes fall to your lips

Subconsciously, you run your tongue over them and your teeth catch your bottom lip

And he leans forward, breath mingling with yours, stopping just shy of your mouth as if to silently ask permission

And when you whisper a soft "please," he closes the distance between you.

If you would like to be tagged in any future headcanons or fics or anything, let me know!

Tags: @clairebear08 @writingsbychlo

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ACOTAR Next Generation

Kids

ACOTAR Next Gen. Masterlist

NIGHT COURT KIDS

RHYSAND + FEYRE

NYX: The Oldest Son and heir to the Night Court. Nyx resembles his father in appearance and is known to share his mothers kind human heart. Nyx shares his fathers ability to make his wings disappear and appear again as he so choses. When it comes to power, Nyx took after his fathers gifts.

SORAYA: The second oldest child and second in line to the Night Court. Soraya or Raya as her family know her, is of a harder nature then her older brother. She is more cunning and willing to manipulate others to get what she wants. Whilst her brother is train to take over the night court, she has trained to be a body guard of sorts, despite being the younger of the two she is a force to be reckoned with.

KYLO: The youngest son to the High Lord and Lady, Kylo is by far if the gentlest nature. With at least six years separating him and Soraya in age, Kylo is the most protected. He prides himself on his flight maneuvers. Having permanent wings unlike his two siblings.

CASSIAN + NESTA

EIRIAN: The eldest daughter to the Lord of Bloodshed, she is as one might expect. Been wielding weapons since she could walk. Eirian is sharp tongued and is very loyal to her friends at fault, whilst she shares the stubbornness both her parents posses.

TANA: Tana is of a far softer nature then the rest of her family, she is deadly in her own way, but she does not posses the sharp nature of battle strategy. With small Illyrian wings, Tana tends to hide away from everyone that isn't her friends and family.

AZRIEL + GWYN

ELION: The oldest of the twins, Elion is bold and a far better fighter then his brother, he posses the built lean figure of his father, but shares many features with his mother beside the hair. He is determined to get things done, and refuses to give up a task until he has given it his all.

ARIEN: The youngest twin, Arien takes after his father. He walks in shadows his quieter nature was the calm to Elion's wild spirit. Arien always prefers to approach a situation with knowing all the information first, growing up when the children would get into trouble, Arien would always be the one to calculate ways for them to outsmart the situation.

WINTER COURT KIDS

KALLIAS + VIVIANE

CAELUM: He is the first born son and heir to the Winter court. He resembles every resident of the winter court with his fair skin and snow whit hair with the same piercing blue eyes of his father. He inherited his fathers gifts and is a gentle soul thanks to his mothers input.

EIRLYS: other wise known as 'Eira', she is the only daughter to the Winter court. She is known across her court for her kind heart and ability to inspire all she speaks, with envisions for the future, ruling and advising her brother should he ascend to the High lord position.

DAY COURT KIDS

LUCIEN + ELAIN

QUINCY: The only child to Elain and Lucien, she lives out her days in the warm of the day court, she heavily takes after her mother, loving the outside warm natures of a garden. She learned to hunt and live off the land from her father and loves when her cousins come to visit from the Night Court.

[shadowqueenjude]

Lucien finally loses his shit part 7

Lucien finds himself in a duel to the death with the male who dared to hurt his mate! Lucien knew it was only a matter of time before Azriel had him in a vulnerable position again. Still, he fought, tooth and nail, deciding if he was going to die, he was going to flip death off all the way to the end.

All of a sudden, the shadowsinger disappeared. Lucien whipped his head around, searching for him when all of a sudden, he appeared behind him. Lucien stumbled back, raising his sword to try to deflect the blow as Azriel’s knife arced towards his heart. Lucien tensed up, expecting a blow which never came.

As Azriel fell face first to the ground, Lucien stared at the arrow protruding from the center of his back.

He looked up, following the trajectory of the arrow to find Elain standing several paces away, bow in hand, looking every bit like a mighty immortal huntress. Her eyes were as fierce as Lucien had ever seen them. By the Cauldron, she was beautiful. His mate.

Lucien stared down at Azriel. He should end it. Slit his throat. But he hesitated.

His mate cared for him. Besides, he was a downed male. Smart as it would be to eliminate him, Lucien couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“The next time you come after me, I’ll kill you,” Lucien hissed. He stalked over to Elain, who handed him a bottle of some sparkly purple liquid. Lucien narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not poison,” Elain quipped, and Lucien smiled slightly. “Looks like it. What the hell is this?”

Elain only stared at him with clear, piercing eyes. “Do you trust me?”

I barely know you, he wanted to cry out. But he found himself saying, “Yes. Yes, I trust you.”

“Then drink,” she said, and tipped the glass into his mouth. He obeyed, swallowing large gulps at a time. It tasted like cinnamon and vanilla and banana and something else he couldn’t quite place. “It should help you restore your magic faster?”

“And how exactly,” Lucien said between swallows, “do you know that?”

Elain smiled slightly. “Cooking is an art. You’d be surprised how many magical recipes there are in those cookbooks.”

Lucien grinned. “Smart girl.”

Elain’s smile went a little wider at that. Lucien soon found she was right. Within a few minutes, he found much of his strength returning. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Elain’s smile faded. “Why should I go with you?”

“Please,” Lucien begged. He’d get on his knees if he had to. “I’m not asking you to be with me. I just need to get you out of here. Someplace safe. Your sisters will be there too. Don’t you trust me?” he said softly. Tentatively.

He waited for the no that was surely coming, but she merely said, “Yes. Yes, I do.” Relief flooded through him at her words. “Then come with me.” He offered a hand. Elain took it with little hesitation. Her hand was so small in his. And so soft. Like a dove’s. He tried to ignore how perfectly their hands fit together, how beautiful her hair was flowing in the wind, her bright eyes as brown as a faun’s coat. He closed his eyes and winnowed.

When he opened his eyes, Graysen’s mansion was before them. There was no sign of the man, however, much to Lucien’s relief. He did not want Elain running into her foul former fiancé.

When Lucien arrived with Elain in tow, Feyre and Nesta instantly came running. Elain didn’t let go of Lucien’s hand until Feyre grabbed her in a bone-crushing hug. Nesta hugged her equally fiercely. Then all three sisters gave him a big hug which left him blushing and a little bit tongue-tied.

All three sisters continued to fuss over him as they walked inside Graysen’s mansion, but all thoughts emptied out of Lucien’s head at the look on Jurian’s face.

“What is it?” Lucien demanded. Jurian was pale and sweaty, his anxiety most unlike him. He turned to Lucien at his words. His mouth was drawn in a thin line. “It’s Vassa. She’s gone.”

No. “What do you mean, gone?”

“She was taken back. By Koschei. I don’t know what happened to the deal their father struck, but he took her back.” Jurian’s voice was filled with pain for his best friend and lover.

No. “When did this happen?”

“Last night,” Jurian choked. He wiped his face, trying to hide his tears. “She left a note.” He tossed it to Lucien.

No no no no.

Shit.

He could’ve sworn he heard the Mother speak in his mind once more. Your woes are just beginning, son of Helion.

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Jewelry HC/thoughts

okay we know some of the boys have piercings right? But like what else? Like jewelry wise.

Does Alphonse have a tongue one? I'm pretty sure he has lots of necklaces.

Seth gives me like multiple ears along with Faust.

Auron gives me more of a rings guy.

Faust give me anklets.

Finn gives me a noise percing but like thise ones that connect to a earing.

For Lucien I feel like since he's royalty he'd have horn jewelry. I see him with gauges, along with a Chunky necklace.

I can also see Alphonse and Charlie with gauges but like small ones.

HC Auron had a tongue piercing when he was a teen. But after accidently swallowing his last one he got rid of it. I can probably see him having that one again?

Faust, Alphonse and Lucien have belly button piercings

I think Alphonse also has nipple? I can see Faust having them too.

Charlie gives me more of bracelet vibes. Along with small earings. I feel like silver suits him best.

Also!

Suits Gold: Auron, Seth, Faust, Lucien and Finn

Suits silver: Charlie, Alphonse (its a vibe), and Faust.

[acourtofladydeath]

Elain/Lucien/Tamlin and something sexy with Dom Elain vibes. 🔥

OH THE PATH THIS REQUEST SENT ME DOWN. I'm very excited, and I hope you are too.

And I actually managed to keep this drabble under 1K words (but not 500...we'll maybe get there...or not...stay tuned)

In "The Fawn, The Fox, & The Fiend" Elain is in full control of her mate and his best friend. Will Tamlin learn to follow orders?

And do we need a part 2?

Read here on AO3 or below the cut. Sexually explicit, minors DNI.

Elain circled the bed slowly after placing the last restraint, hand dragging around the bedding to make her presence known to her mate now tied to the bed. She heard Tamlin shift from his chair in the corner, groaning slightly at the sight before him. 

“Don’t move your hands from the armrest, High Lord, or I'll have to tie you up too. It’s not your turn yet.” 

At that, both males groaned again, Lucien’s breaths coming in pants before she even touched him. Elain slowly made her way onto the bed, tracing her hands teasingly along Lucien’s body as she moved up to straddle his blindfolded face. Grabbing his hair to position his mouth properly, she leaned down to whisper in his ear, still loud enough for Tamlin to hear from where he sat naked and painfully erect. 

“Now Lucien, eat my pussy like a good pet and I’ll let Tamlin come over and play with us. Show him how to please me.”

Lucien breathlessly choked out a, “yes” as Elain settled her soft thighs on either side of his head. As she lowered herself completely, she let out a soft moan as his tongue immediately got to work running over her already dripping slit and drinking her down like a fine wine. Arching her back, Elain looked over her shoulder to ensure Tamlin was keeping his hands off himself. 

He was seated with his legs spread wide, arm muscles straining as his claws pierced the plush chair in his struggle to obey the lady of the house. “Oh, so you can be trained,” Elain cooed toward him, breaths becoming more shallow as pleasure built low in her spine. Lucien was tied spread eagle beneath her, his thick cock straining and leaking onto his stomach as his mouth worked her toward release. With one finger, she beckoned Tamlin over to the bed and gave him his next order. 

“I want you to suck Lucien off so he comes with me. Think you can do that High Lord? Think you can follow my command?” Tamlin growled from low in his chest, but practically jumped out of the chair to join them on the bed. In one fluid motion he took Lucien’s cock deep to the back of the throat, his nose hitting the red hair at the base with each pass he made. As he worked his friend in his mouth, Tamlin went to grab his own cock, but Elain was too fast and she grasped his wrist. Tutting, she chastised him and said “Tamlin you know the rules, you can’t touch yourself until I say you can. And now you’ll have to wait for us to finish first.” 

Tamlin let out another growl while he was deep on Lucien’s cock, causing the male to trust his hips off the bed as he groaned around Elain’s clit. Grinding her hips harder onto Lucien’s face, Elain panted out, “I’m close, Tamlin. If he doesn’t come with me, you don't get to come at all.” 

They’d done this before, many times, and Tamlin had learned both their tells long ago. It didn’t take him long to match his ministrations to the motion of Elain’s hips. One hand went down to play with Lucien's balls, drawing him just as close to climax as his mate. Noticing the slight stagger of Elain’s movement as she tensed before release, he gave one hard tug on Lucien’s sac and sucked his dick deep into the back of his throat, applying the pressure he knew would send his friend directly to bliss. Elain screamed her orgasm right as Tamlin began to drink down hot spurts of Lucien’s cum. 

When they’d come down, Tamlin smirked to himself. He was still learning to follow orders, but he certainly knew how to get his favorite fox and fawn off at the same time. Elain rolled off Lucien, removing the blindfold and untying his limbs as he sat up. She curled into his side and they both faced the High Lord kneeling at the foot of the bed. 

Finally, Elain spoke. “What do you think Luci, was he good enough to deserve getting to fuck me?” 

“I’d say he did quite well, petal.” Lucien spoke from beside her, running his hands up and down her body, still coiled for another round. 

“Do you want to watch him fuck my pussy or my ass, mate? You deserve to make the choice.”

Lucien hummed contemplatively beside her, locking eyes with Tamlin for a moment before responding. 

“How about I don’t watch, and we both fuck you? I don’t want anyone else fucking that pretty pussy except me, but he can have your ass if you’d allow.” 

Elain shivered in anticipation, watching Tamlin slowly stroke himself as he looked between them.

“I like the sound of that very much.” 

And with that, all three realized their night had barely just begun.

[draguta]

.a court of fate and fortune | ten.

pairing: lucien vanserra x fem!reader

summary: | book two | lovers separated, powers that won't be controlled, a doomed wedding. with the threat of war looming over prythian, lucien, Y/N, tamlin, and rhysand's inner circle must scramble to find allies and prepare themselves for what is to come. but Y/N only has one aim; to find her way back to lucien, and protect him at all costs.

chapter warnings: ptsd

chapter word count: 2886

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Farewells

You had never seen Feyre look so defeated. You watched her from the doorway as she sat on the couch in the sitting room of the Moonstone Palace, watched as she stared at the same spot on the wall, and you wondered what could possibly be running through that head of hers. She had always been so strong - even when Tamlin was running her down she maintained that strength, that determination. It was one of the things about her that you envied so very much.

“Are you going to come in and join me, or are you going to keep standing there watching me?” Even her voice seemed more distant. You sighed, finally taking your first steps over the threshold and into the room. Feyre glanced up, her dulled eyes glinting slightly when she saw you; you didn’t miss the healthier colour in her cheeks, nor the much needed weight that she had taken during that week in the Night Court, even if her eyes still seemed wrong, so very insipid to what they had once been. “Sorry, I thought you were Rhysand.”

“I’m not sure if I should be insulted,” you chuckled, wandering straight past her to the drinks cabinet. You glanced at her over your shoulder. “Wine?”

She nodded eagerly, and you quickly poured two glasses from a fresh bottle, taking them and the bottle toward the couch. You handed her a glass, and she gulped it down fervently and reached for the bottle to take another. She raised her eyebrow at you questioningly, asking if it was okay, and you simply shrugged.

“It’s Rhys’ wine, not mine,” you laughed. “Although I’m sure that this bottle is one of his favourites, and by the looks of things one of the most expensive in the whole damned palace, if I remember correctly. So, I say we drink the whole thing.”

Feyre thought for a moment, watching you carefully, and then resolved herself to another glass. You took a sip of your own wine, the bitter taste coating your tongue and the red staining your lips.”You call him ‘Rhys’,” Feyre said quietly. She didn’t look at you as she said it, instead throwing back the second glass of her wine and going in for a third. “It’s odd.”

“Is it?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Feyre simply shrugged.

“It’s like he’s your friend,” she said slowly, and then she looked up at you - the shards of blue that had once pierced her grey irises were no longer there, and her eyes were left the colour of the fog that often wrapped itself around the mountains of the Night Court. “Is he your friend?”

“I don’t know, to be honest,” you explained truthfully, brushing a hand down the length of my skirts. “He’s someone that I trust, to an extent. I don’t know him well enough to consider a friend yet, but he has helped me a great deal.”

Feyre cocked her head in a way that reminded you of Rhys. You knew that they were mates, even if Feyre did not, but the similarities in their behaviour was almost startling. “Yes you would still stay here with him, while I return to the Spring Court?”

You wet my dry lips with another sip of wine, my fingers dancing along the rim of the glass. “Do you want me to come back to the Spring Court?” You asked slowly.

“Would you want to come back?” She asked in reply. “If I asked you to come, right now, would you?”

That was the question that you had been asking yourself for days, ever since you had gained control over your powers. I had certainly been the plan; train your powers, return to the Spring Court, make sure Feyre was okay, and disappear with Lucien to somewhere you could simply be yourselves, not the emissary, not Amarantha’s killer, just you and Lucien.

But now…now there was war coming, a war that you could help to put a stop to, could help fight in, you weren't so sure you could do that from the Spring Court, or from whatever you and Lucien would find yourselves living in. It seemed almost impossible now to return to that life, where you would spend your days lounging around in the library and training with Silas whenever you got the chance, dreaming about Lucien. Not when the safety of all of Prythian and the Mortal Lance were at stake.

Then there was Tamlin to consider.

“No,” you finally said after drawing in a deep breath, staring into the pit of wine in your glass, watching the way the deep red alcohol stained the edges of the glass as Lucien’s own blood had once stained your hands. “I don’t think I would.”

“This is your home now,” she said quietly, and the way her voice broke slightly made your chest ache.

“It’s not that,” you explained, reaching out for her hand. “It’s just that, after everything that happened when I was there, everything that Tamlin did, I’m not sure the Spring Court would ever feel like my hom again either. Right now, I don’t have a home.”

Feyre nodded in understanding, squeezing your hand gently. “It was different, after you left,” she expressed. “It was quieter. Things with Tamlin became worse, my nightmares became worse, and I didn’t have anyone there. I didn’t have you.”

“I’m sorry,” was all you could say as she caught your eye.

“I needed you,’ she said in an almost whisper, so quiet and so subdued, so much like you had been when you had first come to Velaris. “And Rhysand stole you away. I still need you.”

Another ache of pain. Feyre, your friend, who you had left in the Spring Court, had left with the brother that you knew had betrayed you. You had broken her, had betrayed her as much as Tamlin had you. You were as much to blame for her fall into despair as he was.

“And now you know where I am,” you said, stroking your thumb over her knuckles and offering her the smallest of smiles. “Whenever you need me, just call for me and I will be there in an instant, Spring Court lands or not.”

Feyre smiled then, brightly. “You would really come running if I called?” She asked, and you nodded firmly, your own smile growing. “Even if I just needed someone to keep me company? Or help me pick out a dress for one of Tamlin’s ridiculous balls?”

“I would run there as fast as my legs could carry me,” you confirmed, and Feyre giggled. “I miss you, Feyre, and I’m going to miss you again.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” she said, her smile dropping slightly. “There were so many days when I wished that you were there with me. I would sit in the fields and half expect you to appear next to me, or that you would wander into dinner one night as if you had never disappeared in the first place.”

“Maybe one day I will,” you countered, finishing your glass and reaching for the bottle.

“There was even one night,” Feyre chuckled to herself, “that I had a nightmare and found myself walking to your room without even thinking. When I got there, there was already someone in your bed, and I thought for just a second that it was you, until I saw the hair and realised that it was Lucien.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, a wave of tears filling your eyes to mirror Feyre’s own. Lucien, sleeping in your bed, perhaps because it smelled like you, because it reminded him of you, of the night that you had shared together.

“He misses you too, you know,” Feyre said, and when you looked up you found her studying you, those eyes of hers trailing a tear as it made tracks down your cheek to drip at the end of your chin. You opened your mouth to speak, but only a sharp, disconnected sob escaped, wracking your body. “He doesn’t talk about it often, although he’s always talking about you, but I can see it in his eyes.”

“C-Can you give him a message from me, p-please?” You managed to get out, and Feyre nodded, her face softening to quiet consolidation. “Can you tell him that I’m safe, and that I miss him, and that I can feel him with me all the time, right here.”

You patted a hand over your heart, fingers grasping desperately at the material of your dress. The truth. Feyre would tell him the truth. He would think it a metaphor, think that you mean that you think about him a lot, that you missed him and loved him. But you did feel him, so often now, through that bond, the one that he had never felt.

“I’ll tell him,” she said soothingly, and you sniffled, willing your tears to stop, wiping your cheeks and under-eyes and reaching for the bottle of wine, taking a large swig straight from the bottle. A small dribble ran down my chin to mingle with the salt of my tears, but I didn’t care, simply holding the bottle to Feyre.

“Let’s drink, and forget our worries,” you said, to which she nodded, smiled, and took a large gulp herself. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

The night stretched on, the moon rising and falling as the dawn grew closer, and the bottles were opened and emptied, until the pair of you fell asleep curled up on the couch.

Cleanliness had always been of the utmost importance to Lucien. Everything about him was clean, from his appearance, to his room, to his weapons. It was something that had always been intrinsically coached into him by his mother from the moment that he had been able to talk, and he had routinely maintained that trait through the centuries.

Yet despite that, in the days since Feyre had left, he had found that his hair had become greasy and knotted. His clothing had remained crinkled and ruffled, untucked from his breeches at most times, and he rarely wore a tunic or waistcoat over his linen shirt anymore. Not to mention his weapons had become dulled and unpolished, sat almost forgotten on the table in the corner of his room.

All because Tamlin had him run ragged, sat in that study for almost every second of every day, going over routes and possible allies that would help them find Feyre and Y/N. Lucien had spent most of that time trying to talk him down, hiding papers and maps for ideas that he thought might actually get Tamlin to the Night Court. He would slip them into his pocket and dispose of them later when he was in the privacy of his room.

Lucien couldn’t help but worry. It was who he was. He had practically grown-up with Tamlin, who only remained a few years older than he was. At those terrible balls and ridiculous meetings and feasts that he would be forced to attend with his parents during his youth, Tamlin would always be there, and they had clung to one another. When Lucien had needed someone, had needed sanctuary and help, it was Tamlin who had taken him in. Tamlin was his brother, and always had been.

Even through all the pain and the disappointment and the awful things that his friend had done, Lucien could see that Tamlin was slowly but surely destroying himself. And Luicen knew better than anyone else that he wasn’t doing it on purpose, that it was his own trauma, his own horrors, that forced this upon him and dictated his actions. Lucient had experienced it first hand, when he had moved to the Spring Court, when Jesminda had been killed. He had let the torment eat away at him, and it had been Tamlin who had pulled him out of it. Now the same thing was happening to Tamlin, to his friend, and all Lucien could try to do was help as best he could.

So, he would sit there with the Spring Court High Lord as he rummaged through his papers, would attempt to get him to eat something every now and then, would drag him to bed when he became too exhausted, and would talk him down when his anger made an appearance. And when his nightmares became too much, and Lucien was able to hear the growls of a soon-forming beast echoing down the hallway, he would go and sit in that armchair by the fire in Tamlin’s room, if only to remind his friend that he was not alone, even if Feyre was gone.

It was for that reason that Lucien was more than thankful to see Feyre’s presence lingering in the doorway on that final morning, not only to know that she was safe, but because he hoped that her being there would quell some of Tamlin’s worries. Tamlin practically ran to her, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug, and Lucien simply nodded his head, a small smile flitting over his lips.

And he felt relieved because both of them looked healthier already. Colour had returned to their cheeks, Feyre had gained a healthy weight, Tamlin’s eyes didn’t look so lost anymore.

With one nod at Silas, Bron, and Hart, the four of them left the couple to it. Until-

“I need to ask you some questions.”

‘No. No, Tamlin you fool.’ Lucien paused just down the hall, slightly out of sight, praying that Tamlin would let him go.

“Later,” he heard Feyre’s soft and sweet voice drift toward him.

“No, now,” Tamlin said. “While it’s all fresh in your mind. Lucien!”

‘Cauldron boil me,’ Lucien thought to himself. ‘She’s been back for all of five minutes.’

He didn’t make a move to turn back to them, instead waiting and hoping that perhaps Feyre would coax him into changing his mind. But then Tamlin called for him again, and Lucien sighed, running a frustrated hand down his face, and returned to the study.

“This is for our own good. Our safety,” he heard Tamlin say quietly as he reached the door.

“I know,” Feyre mumbled. “I know, Tamlin.”

Lucien entered the study and closed the door behind him, turning to shoot Feyre as much of a comforting smile as he could muster as he sat beside her opposite Tamlin’s desk. “Glad to see you in one piece, Feyre,” he said as he resigned himself to another afternoon of Night Court plotting. “I could do without the Night Court attire, though.”

Lucien cleared his throat when Feyre did not answer. He wondered if the silky trousers and skimpy shirt that Feyre was wearing was what Y/N might be wearing up there in the North too. He tried to stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of him ripping those scanty clothes from her body. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, and shook the thought away, glancing back at Tamlin. The High Lord offered him a solitary nod, one that Lucien knew the meaning of; Lucien was to sit and observe and take notes, he was not to get involved. Tamlin turned back to Feyre.

“We need you to tell us everything.”

Lucien ran a hand through his hair as he exited the study later, grimacing at the griminess of it - he would be sure to wash it that night, if he didn’t fall asleep before then.

He turned to make down the hallway toward the stairs, but a gentle grip wrapped its way around his wrist, and when he turned he found Feyre blinking up at him. “Can we talk?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder through the crack in the study door where Tamlin could still be seen pondering over his papers, clearly satisfied with the information Feyre had given him.

Lucien cocked his head, but nodded silently, offering her his arm to escort her up to his room. The walk was quiet and tense, and he noticed her fiddling with the hem of her Night Court shirt beside him. When they finally made it upstairs to his room, she hovered awkwardly before the fireplace, and Lucien closed the door behind them, turning back to her.

“Y/N asked me to deliver a message to you,” she said quietly, and Lucien couldn’t mistake the increase in his heartbeat, the way that his breath caught in his throat and his hands became clammy where he gripped them at his sides.

“Is she-”

“She’s safe,” Feyre cut him off. “She wanted me to tell you that she’s safe, and that she misses you.”

He desperately tried to fight back the onslaught of tears that he knew were welling up inside his chest.

She is safe. She misses him.

“And she says she can feel you,” Feyre explained, moving a hand to tap on her chest, above her heart. “Here, at all times.”

Lucien’s knees nearly buckled beneath him. Because he remembered the promise that they had made to each other, so long ago now that the memory had become rooted in the very back archives of his brain.

‘No matter what happens, no matter where either of us go, we’ll always be there, with each other. No matter what.’

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