Tales of the Fox & the Fawn - XV
Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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Only the Beginning
Elain hummed quietly to herself, adjusting the flower crown on her head as she waited for Lucien to come home. He had noticed something had been off about her lately and while he hadn’t pushed her to share, Elain knew it was bothering him not to know.
Nothing was wrong, of course. Elain was just trying to surprise him and he was terrible at waiting to be surprised. She was also terrible at hiding surprises.
Elain was seated by their little patio table in the garden and she tapped it for Cinnamon to climb up and settle next to the gift beautifully wrapped on the table.
“Now sit still, Cinnamon. This has to be perfect.” Elain mumbled to their cat who only meowed in response as Elain settled a custom-made flower crown on the cat’s head. By now, Cinnamon knew better than to rip it off —Elain had trained her well.
The two waited, Elain closing her eyes, letting the afternoon sun wash over her. Moments later, Lucien’s voice called out.
“Elain?”
“In the garden, love.” she replied and turned to face him when he neared, smiling. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips then paused.
“What’s this?” he asked, his gaze shifting curiously between the wrapped box to Cinnamon and her flower crown.
Suddenly nervous, Elain fiddled with her own. “It’s a surprise. Cinnamon and I put it together for you.” she replied and Lucien chuckled.
“You and Cinnamon, hm?”
“We’re a team.” Elain said, petting the cat slowly. “Open it.”
Lucien met her gaze and she knew he could see how nervous she was. Though she had no reason to be. There was nothing to be nervous about, that much she knew. Still.
His hand came to rest over hers. “You alright? Things have been odd for a few days…is there anything you want to talk about it?” he asked her quietly and she shook her head with a chuckle.
“No. I want you to open your gift. I — you’ll understand when you open it.”
Lucien looked at her for another heartbeat then brought her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “Alright.”
She smiled at him and gently pushed the box towards him. Lucien opened the lid and then looked at her curiously.
“You’re this nervous to give me a flower crown?” he asked and she rolled her eyes.
“There’s more under it! Put it on then look again!” She urged him and he immediately obeyed, adjusting his own flower crown on his head and then he paused.
Lucien paused and Elain bit her lip, holding her breath.
It was like time had stopped and Elain’s heart was beating way too fast for it to be alright, her eyes never wavering off her mate, who was still staring inside the box.
“Well?” she finally whispered after a lifetime of silence and Lucien slowly looked up at her.
“This is real?” he asked her in a hoarse whisper and she nodded, beaming.
“Real.”
For inside the box, Elain had placed an additional flower crown. A smaller one. With a card settled in the middle of the crown that said: Roses are red, violets are blue. Inside me, beats two hearts for you.
“We’re having a baby.” Lucien stated and Elain nodded.
“Yes.”
“We’re having a baby.” he repeated, a finger pointing between the two of them, and Elain nodded again with a laugh.
“Yes!”
“We’re having a baby!” Lucien exclaimed, shooting out of his seat, causing Cinnamon to dart off the patio table with a screech.
“Yes!” Elain confirmed with a laugh, happy tears lining her eyes and Lucien let out a noise of disbelief before falling to his knees in front of his wife. He leaned in, cupping her face, and kissed her furiously then pulled back, still holding her face.
“You’re pregnant with our baby.” he whispered to her, his face lit with joy and she sniffled with a watery smile, her hands coming over his.
“I found out last week but swore Madja to secrecy.” Elain whispered in response. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“I — I am so happy. I don’t think words could — Elain — a baby — “ he stuttered and she giggled, leaning in to kiss his lips softly.
“I know…I know.” she replied, words failing both of them at the moment.
The two could only gaze at each other, eyes full of love, hope, excitement, and joy all in one.
“I am so in love with you. And thrilled for our future.”
“Good, because there’s more.”
“More?”
“I had a vision a few days ago.” she said slowly and Lucien’s back straightened.
“And?”
“Our dream of a house full of bouncy, beautiful kids?”
“Yes?” he asked breathlessly.
“It’s going to come true.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Are they happy?”
“All I saw was laughter and love.” she answered softly. “But I didn’t need a vision to tell me that’s how it’ll be.”
And Lucien couldn’t hold back anymore. He rested his head in his wife’s lap and broke down in tears. Tears of joy, that he was going to be given such a beautiful gift. A chance to have a family. A family that will only know love.
And this was only the beginning.
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Okay so what bothers me the most is three things:
How the hell did this man go from the bottom of the Japan Trench to main crew?!?!?
Like am i missing something? Bc the last time I checked it was in kenny's hands in Shibuya- and I know neither noritoshi nor tsukomo managed to snatch it back. I know i haven't been going that closely these past few arcs but i feel like i would've noticed if they retrieved it??? I just hate that this happened off screen 😑
They've been fighting for a month (3 YEARS) and it only took 3 minutes to unseal him?!?
Where's the pizzazz, the drama? At least we should've got a cool explanation on how Angel's technique works, man idk. All that buildup for nothing, it's so lackluster 😒
(plus there was an earthquake caused by him teleporting right? Did he do it in the split second he breathed fresh air so we couldn't see him?? 😵💫)
He was locked away in a space with no concept of time, completely isolated and surrounded by cursed energy- and he came back normal? 🙁
Boooo- i wanted him to be feral or a little cursed himself like give us something- I want to see visible signs of the toll it took on him. Though maybe his true state will make itself evident later.
( bro wasn't even disorientated when he traveled xxx kilometers in 5 seconds like where's the lag, the fatigue- his energy wasn't sapped from his time in prison realm? He could just bounce up n get moving?!?! Make it make sense like give me SOMETHING PLEASE)
I understand why he's maintaining his composure with kenjaku- man thought about his ex for 30 seconds and was locked away with swiftness- but towards megumi? His younger brother-more-than-son but still someone he mentored and spent a lot of time with.
It's implied that sorcerers/ curses can probably see the extra eyes or mouth of Sukuna but the marks are likey only distinguishable for us readers. So Gojo must've sensed Sukuna's rank vibes immediately and went on the offensive.
... Hmmm 🤔 since he didn't even want to engage with him yet i suppose he's just being cautious. Maybe he's already accepted that Megumi may be collateral to the bigger picture... though that's so cold though 😥
I'm still holding out hope that he's just compartmentalizing very well and we'll see the cracks of his true mental state soon 🤞🏿
He's the strongest for a reason but even he has a breaking point.
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there sure are a number of transfems extremely comfortable with talking about transmascs and their experiences like they get to be the arbiters of our oppression because they are also trans. i don't think that's how that works. trans people as a whole do have a lot of overlapping experiences, and transfems are oppressed under transmisogyny, which involves plenty that i don't relate to or understand. like there aren't hordes of caricatures of trans men in the media used as a punchline (i don't think i can even think any frankly), so i have no idea what that would be like. i don't get to be the one who defines what that experience is or means. it would be nice if those people (and i do mean those people because it certainly is not every single transfem on this website) could also do that.
i think the community would be a lot healthier if everyone just stopped talking over one another all the time, cause there sure are transmascs doing the same shit in reverse. there will be transmascs hopping onto a trans woman's post to 'debunk' things that i know we as a group do not experience. erasure operates differently from hypervisibility. i also know i have my own blindspots inevitably because i can only be me, but i dont think that transmascs doing this (bad) means that transfems don't and it isn't like. also a bad thing for them to do.
idk. this community feels fucked six ways to sunday. half the time you go into any trans tag ever to keep up with the entire community you not only have to block actual terfs on their perpetual bullshit but you also have to read 60000 posts made by trans people indirectly arguing with and talking over other trans people with some of the most bad faith reads of your own community imaginable. like. real 'i like pancakes' 'so you hate waffles' energy. the idea that a trans person who is different than you might say something in a clumsy way, or made a typo, or was half-asleep, or was uninformed about a particular nuance, or just maybe has natural, obvious limitations in how they can understand or experience the world because a person can only ever be the person they already are, none of that can ever happen! if someone says something and i don't get it, or i disagree, or whatever it is, it is malicious attack on my dignity and principles, they are the real enemies trying to oppress me and keep me down and they must be destroyed.
this place sucks. i hate it here.
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