#lucien date
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Hi! I just had an idea about how Lucien and Reader would go out on their first date since their baby's birth, and like they hire a babysitter for the evening. And like Lucien and Reader (mostly Lucien tough) would be soooo anxious and missing their child. Like it would take everything in them to control themselves and just enjoy their date. I would love it if you could make a fic about that 🥲💕 If not, thanks anyway for just taking the time to read it. (Oh! And maybe their child could be a girl? I totally imagine Lucien as a girl dad.)
Hope you have a great day!
the hardest thing.
pairing: lucien vanserra x reader
synopsis: after letting feyre and rhys convince you to go out with them for the first time since your daughters birth, lucien is feeling a bit anxious about having to leave her.
warnings: birth-ish, breastfeeding(brief mention), leaving your newborn for the first time, anxiety, a bit of angst and fluff.
word count: 1.5k
taryn thinks: this request was honestly so cute to write and i so see lucien acting like this. sigh, girl dad lucien. and i know you said ‘go on a date’, so i’m leaving it if people want to see that. i would gladly figure out a part 2 of this with the actual date i just had this part of the idea in my head immediately and needed to write it out as soon as i got your request. that’s it. much love, t 🥹💕
“Do you think she’ll be scared?”
You and Lucien had not left your daughter in nearly three months. You didn’t want to. Didn’t have a need to. The little spitfire who’d inherited her fathers coppery tuft of hair claimed all of your attention at all hours of day and neither you nor Lucien minded one bit. It was you three against the world it felt like.
After having a baby, the bond had only grown between you and Lucien. You only really ever needed each other, and your daughter of course. Your Lucelia, named after her father as a token of love for your mate. He’d wanted you to pick the name since it was a female and he’d been convinced she would look exactly like you.
How wrong he was. You took one glance at that screaming babe, tears welled in your eyes, her eyes, and Lucien’s— you just knew. That curly red hair, her golden eyes like his with a ring of green around the iris like yours and the tanner skin— she was undeniably his. The indications only grew with time.
Lucien had said ‘Thank you’ and kissed your sweat slick forehead, stroking your hair while you both cried as they placed your daughter onto your bare chest. He’d said it what felt like over a thousand times that day, and continues to do so.
Looking at your mate, the love of your life, your eyes softened. He was standing in your daughter's nursery, holding her tiny body in his arms. Shirtless, pressing his skin to hers, tracing the side of her face with his nose, etching it into memory. His hair tied back and out of the way as if he hadn’t wanted it to tickle her. You could tell he was worried just by the soft clicking that filled the room as his eye whirred.
He must have heard you coming, having woken in the midst of the night to come feed Lucelia and realized your husband was not in his rightful place next to you in bed. The mattress cold.
“Love,” You say quietly, almost a whisper on the wind that flows through the cracked window of the room. “—what has you so worried?”
“Everything.” His word is simple, but it’s his tone that tells you everything you need to know about the meticulous list going in his head. And the continuous mechanical ticking your daughter had grown accustomed to, of course. You step into the room, careful not to creak the door too loudly even though you were here to wake her anyway.
“Tell me.” You say softly, reaching your hands out to take her from him. His reluctance to let her go is endearing as he looks to you pleadingly. You only smile, tire laced in your own face and you can see as his eye dilates in the soft light of the moon before handing her over and kissing your forehead.
Cradling your daughter in one arm, you tickle her belly softly with the other, slowly swaying about the room to rock her awake. You hear his deep sigh before you turn to look up at him, his arms crossed and mouth pressed against his closed fist. The muscles in his arm straining as he watches you and you know he doesn’t want to say anything just by that look he’s giving you.
“Lucien Vanserra,” You start, sternly. Or as stern as you can manage this late in the night and as tired as you were. “—we don’t keep secrets. Talk to me, my sun.” Your voice only grows softer as you speak. Sitting in the rocking chair, shrugging off the shoulder of your robe, your babe stirs in your arms. Lucien tenses, immediately moving to try and comfort her as she starts to cry but with a soft,
“It’s alright sweetheart, mommy’s with you.” You say soothingly, her cries die out and she latches, starting to feed. “Daddy’s here too, my flower.” Smiling down at her before flicking your eyes up to meet his. “I know you know that. He’s a worrier, huh?” You whisper, but the only answer is Lucien’s scoff.
“I’m worried she’ll hate us for leaving her.”
“Lucien, we are not leaving her.” You try not to laugh, really. Seeing him so torn up honestly makes you regret letting Feyre and Rhys convince you to go on a double date. A parent double date, as Feyre had said. She, who did most of the convincing, had said it could be good to get out of the house. That if you just push through the first time, everything after will come easier. To give yourself a break.
“She’s wrong.” He says, pulling out the foot stool in front of you to sit. “I don’t need a break, nor do I want one.” His brows are furrowed as you look at him and you only hold your hand out to him. He takes it immediately.
“I know, love.”
“She’s known only us for the past three months, Y/n.” He’s pulling your hand to his mouth, peppering your knuckles with kisses to soothe himself. “And I’m sorry to say it, truly, but leaving her with your sister does not give me much faith.”
“My sister is my best friend, Lucien. I promise I wouldn’t let just anyone take care of her.” You sigh before smiling humorously at yourself, your own thoughts. “Would you rather Eris?”
He glares up at you as he presses your palm to his cheek.
“My brother wouldn’t know what to do with a babe.” He mumbles.
“She will be okay,” You cup his cheek yourself and when his eyes move to the floor you force him to look at you. “—she will.”
You both are quiet for a long time, just sitting together as a little family. He eventually pulls one of your legs up and into his lap to slowly start working the muscles. You don’t mind, you know touch is one of the ways he comforts himself. The way he cares for others, too. And you certainly don’t hide the fact that you’re watching the way the muscles of his arms and chest move.
You were so going to be having another babe soon.
Lucien catches you mid thought, your scent dragging over to him and he looks up at you. Your raised brow, bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you watch him. Lucelia had finished feeding a few minutes ago, but you didn’t say anything when you fixed yourself and adjusted her over your shoulder to burp her.
No, he had been so lost in thought that he didn’t see or hear you moving. So worried about how his heart would feel when he was apart from your daughter. Anticipating the panic that would be coursing through him, how close he would need to be to you when the two of you went out, just so he could keep her scent—your scent—in every breath. Maybe he could psych himself out of it, trick his brain into thinking that because your scents were near identical, you were both there.
A small smile tugs at his lips and he rolls his eyes, gently releasing your leg back to the floor. A blush staining his cheeks as he stood and moved the stool silently, brushing a hand down his face before reaching out for your daughter.
You let him take her, his large hands immediately cradling her against his chest and something in his face calms as he murmurs ‘my beautiful flower’.
He was weak when it came to her, weaker than you’d ever thought he’d be. You thought that it was you who would be worse, giving into her every cry and sniffle. The one sneaking off to hold her and kiss her cheeks, staying up just watching her. Maybe it was the exhaustion your body had been in constantly, but it was him who did all those things. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
He still hadn’t let any male’s hold her until she was a month old, and it was Eris then. He had still watched like a hawk and you were certain that the reason his brother had only lasted a few minutes with her in his arms was because of the way Lucien was damn near growling.
But he had still let him, and you said that even that was a big step. Leaving her, even for a little bit, was monumental.
“It’s only one or two hours, right?” Lucien asks in the dead of quiet, his gaze sliding to you.
“Mhm.” You smile, finally standing as you walk over to him with a yawn and wrap your arms halfheartedly around him. Cradling her with one arm, he rests his free hand on the small of your back. “She’ll be okay.” You nod, his thumb stroking your skin through your robe as he kisses your temple. “We’ll all be okay.”
#lucien vandaddy#lucien vanserra#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acotar x reader#lucien x reader#baby#newborn#family#date night#i love him#acotar men with babies makes my heart go into v-fib
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"Bonjour, sir was blinking at me, is this because your date is a freak?"
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#tes#the elder scrolls#oblivion#my art#lucien lachance#dark brotherhood#art from my animation for the song red flags#a date with this man will definitely not be boring you know
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[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Ice Flowers Date English Translation
⚠️ 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~
Lyric Poetry Free SSR Event | Prologue+Day 1-3 | Day 4-6 | Day 7-9 | Day 10-12 | Day 13 (Ice Flowers Date)
[T/N: before reading the date, please read the prologue and event first. they're pretty short, plus the date references the event a lot and will make more sense with the event.]
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—[Part 1]— Video Timestamp: [00:02]
The sound of the alarm clock wakes me up from my dream.
There is a faint sound of drizzling rain outside the window. I squint and glance at the dark and gloomy sky leaking through the gap in the curtains, then turn around to snuggle up to the soft warmth beside me.
MC: Lucien... the alarm is ringing…
My brain is reluctant to kick into gear, so I let instinct take over, wrapping myself around Lucien like a koala clinging to a tree.
Strands of my hair are gently teased by his breath, carrying a hint of nasal sound as it grazes past my ear.
Lucien: Do you want to get up now?
MC: Let me lie down a bit longer…
I bury myself deeper into Lucien's embrace, and a trace of warmth falls onto the tip of my ear.
(🥺 he's pecking her ear)
Lucien: But this Miss specifically instructed me last night to wake you up on time today to find the last specimen material.
Lucien: Do you plan to postpone the plan?
Memories struggle to surface in my mind, and I bury my head deeper in embarrassment.
MC: How about... ten more minutes?
He laughs softly, his hand gently patting my shoulder. Not sure if he's urging me to get up or coaxing me back to sleep.
Lucien: Collecting material shouldn't take that long. You can give yourself a few extra ten minutes.
His nearly indulgent tone makes me snuggle closer to him even more unscrupulously, and I rest my head in the crook of his neck.
MC: Today is perfect for lazing in bed…
Lucien: [hoarsely] After all, the temperature dropped last night, and now it's only four degrees.
Lucien: [whispers] Compared to the cold room, it's indeed more comfortable here.
MC: Hmm...? Wait, four degrees?
I open my eyes in surprise, reaching out to fumble around the bedside table.
MC: Didn't it warm up yesterday?
MC: I specifically loosened the soil in the flowerpots, thinking about planting the seeds I collected...
Lucien leans over me, fetching my phone and considerately opens the weather app.
Lucien: The cold wave is more severe than anticipated. The temperature dropped overnight yesterday. But if today's weather forecast is accurate, it should clear up by noon.
I stare dumbfounded at the plummeting temperatures on the screen. Instinctively, I shrink back into the blankets.
As if he has read my mind, Lucien smiles and tucks the blanket around me, snuggles close to me affectionately, as if he too is a little afraid of the cold.
Lucien: (whispers gently) Since the weather isn't cooperating, we can just stay at home today.
Lucien: I happen to have a few movies I've been wanting to watch with you. We haven't found the right opportunity before, but maybe today is perfect.
He looks at me with a gentle smile, his warm body heat enveloping me along with the soft blanket, inviting me to sink back into the gap between dreams and reality.
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—[Part 2]— Video Timestamp: [02:28]
Staying in bed for the entire morning has provided comfort for both body and mind.
As noon approaches, sunlight begins to filter through the overcast clouds, signaling a clearing in the weather. The plan to go out and search for specimens is once again put on the agenda.
MC: Shall we just look around the neighborhood?
Lucien: Sure. Given the weather, there might be another rain shower later.
I retrieve two thick sweaters from the wardrobe, while Lucien brings matching scarves and coats.
This late spring chill is indeed quite fierce.
Despite the increasingly radiant sunlight, we still fully bundle up, and the air remains cold enough that I can't help but huddle close to Lucien.
As I nestle into my scarf, I scan our surroundings in all directions.
Although we're not going too far, I still want to try to find something sufficiently special to mark the end of this collection journey of over ten days.
MC: Those fallen leaves look quite beautiful! But considering we started with leaf specimens on the first day, wouldn't it lack a bit of originality?
Lucien: Hmm, plant specimens already make up a considerable proportion. We should indeed consider materials from other categories.
MC: Should we buy a butterfly specimen material kit to revisit the "original intention" of making specimens?
Lucien: But there's already a butterfly on the display shelf that you praised as special before.
Lucien: [with a hint of grievance in his tone] If your attention is taken by other similar specimens, it will hurt its heart.
The person next to me deliberately reveals a slightly distressed expression, yet he softly raises the corner of his lips.
Remembering the butterfly he made with clean and white fish bones, who knows how long it took him. I can't help but laugh and pull him away from the neighborhood.
MC: Let's go check out other places and seek some new inspiration!
Unfortunately, even after we leave the neighborhood, the situation hasn't changed much.
We went to our usual café, and took a stroll in the bookstore, but apart from getting a rosy nose from the cold, we came back empty-handed.
Seeing that it's about to drizzle again, I thought today's search might come to an end. However, Lucien quickly takes a couple of steps and leads me into the convenience store on the street.
The warm air, mixed with the aroma of cooked food, instantly dispels the cold from outside, like a small campfire amid a concrete jungle.
I relax my shoulders, which had tensed up from the cold, and lean in close to him as we walk to the counter, picking out a few skewers of fish balls, radishes, and other items for a warm hotpot.
MC: Convenience stores truly are an important part of the city…
MC: They provide warmth in winter, coolness in summer, and offer coffee and boxed meals for every working folks.
Lucien: It also serves as a resting spot for the little explorer who's been searching for a long time.
I hear the sound of a payment code being scanned. When I turn around, I see him grabbing two hot chocolate from the hot beverage section.
Lucien: Sugar helps activate the brain, encouraging people to make better decisions.
Lucien: After searching for so long without making a decision, do you have any particular thoughts about today's collection item?
He hands me one of the hot drinks, gesturing for me to sit at the bar table. Those calm eyes of his seem to have already seen through all of my thoughts.
I wrap my hands around the warm package, sipping the hot chocolate slowly, one gulp at a time.
The mild taste of milk softens the richness of chocolate, and the lingering sweetness dances on my lips and tongue. Normally, it might seem a bit too sweet, but at this moment, it tastes just right.
Perhaps because I’m back in a comfortable environment, the emotions that were lingering in my heart melt into the faint background noise, escaping from my lips with a shallow sigh.
MC: Do you think I'm too fixated on the idea of the "last specimen"?
MC: I always feel like what I find isn't special enough, and in the end, I come back empty-handed, spending the whole morning in the cold breeze for nothing.
The light rain pitter-patters on the window, leaving long streaks of water behind.
Lucien also opens his hot chocolate, speaking softly.
Lucien: Although it may require more time and effort, I believe this kind of perfectionism is also an indispensable part of life.
Lucien: Since these specimens capture fragments of our lives, I'm not willing to compromise when it comes to matters related to you either.
A light and tender curve graces his lips as he reaches out to re-tie my scarf, forming a neat and beautiful knot.
Lucien: Moreover, better options might unexpectedly cross our paths in the future.
Lucien: Just like the surprises you've brought me time and time again.
He rubs my hair.
Lucien: So, stay with me a little longer on this road to the future.
I smile at him, then half seriously point to the convenience store loyalty card that came with the bill after he paid.
MC: If we still haven't found the right collectable by the end of today, let's turn this into a specimen.
MC: Let's use the blank squares to remind me that better things always await us in the future.
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—[Part 3]— Video Timestamp: [06:35]
Returning in the afternoon, we add a new stamp to our loyalty card, and in our hands are snacks and drinks bought from the convenience store.
I was about to turn on the air conditioner when Lucien seemed to recall something and asked me to wait for a moment.
After a thorough search in the storage room, he brought in a small tea table with a built-in birdcage-shaped heater.
MC: What is this...? How did I not notice that we had something like this at home before?
Lucien: It's a gift from when the Bioultima Research Institute purchased machinery before.
Lucien: Thinking that you might enjoy the atmosphere of ‘gathering around a fire’ together, I stored it in the storage room. Finally, I have the chance to use it this time.
MC: What kind of machinery comes with a small heater as a gift?
Two completely unrelated things being connected caught me off guard for a moment.
Lucien: It’s from the manufacturers who provide constant-temperature incubators.
Lucien: During that period, they planned to expand their product line and started making electric blankets and heaters.
MC: Pfft…
I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched Lucien shrug his shoulders, plugging in the heater. I lay out a cozy "nest" with a blanket and waved him over to join me in one corner.
MC: Please step into the trap~
Lucien: I'm more than happy to fall into this trap.
He brought another blanket, further reinforcing our little corner.
The knob turns, and the heater lights up with an orange glow. The surrounding slightly damp and chilly air gradually warms up, becoming fluffy and cozy.
MC: Not bad, not bad. Indeed, it reflects the "scientific research standard"~ And using a small heater for warmth is much more romantic than turning on the air conditioner.
Under the blanket, I embrace his arm, his body temperature more comforting than the heater and snugly pressed against my side, we're all wrapped up tight under this flowery blanket.
MC: Since the heater comes with a small tea table, should we grab some things and warm them a bit?
MC: There's probably some oranges and snacks at home, and do we still have a big half-bottle of rice wine in the fridge?
Lucien: Mm. Besides the rice wine, there should be a jar of dried osmanthus in the kitchen cabinet.
MC: Sounds good!
I nod in satisfaction, already able to imagine how enticing this tea spread will be. Even the placement of each item is meticulously arranged in my mind, perfect in every detail.
Lucien: Aren't you going to get them?
Lucien's voice, tinged with confusion, pulls me back from the fragrant reverie to reality.
I sheepishly lift my head and stick out my tongue at him.
MC: It takes courage to face the cold head-on, and it also requires a bit of determination and time.
As I speak, I purposely blink at him and put on a pitiful expression.
MC: Or... could Professor Lucien do me a small favor?
Lucien: Well, that's a bit tricky. I'm reluctant to leave such a comfortable spot myself.
MC: Huh?
My tactic of being coquettish totally bombed, making me blink in a bit of surprise.
The gentle laughter ripples through the confined space. Under the blanket, he tightens his embrace around me, and with a sudden force, he lifts me to my feet.
Lucien: [whispers playfully] Since neither of us wants to leave the warmth of the blanket, why don't we just go together?
The blanket securely wraps us together as he takes slow steps forward, allowing me to move along with his stride.
His body warmth seeps through the fabric and onto my skin, providing a comforting warmth but this closeness also makes us stumble in our movements.
MC: We can't walk with you like this.
I laugh and try to poke him as usual, but almost lose my balance. With Lucien's quick eyes, his agile hands swiftly pull me back into his arms.
Lucien: For safety's sake, it's better if we stick together and move in unison.
He candorly spoke the childish suggestion, and as he looks into my eyes, they are sparkling with a bright smile.
I've always been helpless against him when he's like this, so I simply hug him tightly, raising a smile on my face.
MC: Then I'll take the lead~
MC: Left foot, right foot, left, right....
He cooperatively sways left and right with my "commands" as we move forward together.
The distance that was usually just a few steps away is lengthened as our body rubs against each other. Our laughter warms the blanket that gently brushes against our cheeks.
We move and drag our way slowly to the kitchen, teasingly hindering each other as we attempt to get the rice wine, fruits, and dried osmanthus.
With silent understanding, we wrap ourselves snugly in the blankets once again, nestling and rubbing against each other, as we slowly make our way back to the heater.
He doesn't release this prolonged hug until we both settle onto the sofa.
MC: It feels like you're exceptionally clingy today.
Lucien: [in husky tone] To ensure ample warmth, it's only natural to diligently protect the heat source.
MC: [laughs] Hmph, that's nonsense!
Although I say this, I happily share my body warmth with him, finding a more comfy spot as I lie down on his chest.
Snacks are placed on the tea table, carefully and slowly warmed. The mildly sweet aroma of heated rice wine mixes with the scent of osmanthus and citrus.
Lucien reaches out for a book, while I shelter inside his embrace and swipe my cell phone, allowing tranquility to sink and float along with the warm air in the room as we comfortably mind our own bussiness.
Occasionally, I take a few pastries and snacks to share with him, or pour two cups of rice wine. The delicate sound of clinking cups accompanies the smooth fragrance of the wine before it glides down our throats.
People are always particularly prone to indulging in sweet moments.
Whether it's the rhythmic flipping of book pages or the gradually equalizing frequency of sound in videos, my consciousness becomes entranced without me realizing it.
I don't know when I fell asleep, I just remember having a peaceful dream while wrapped in soft, cloud-like fabric.
As I stretch and yawn, I hear a soft voice coming from my side.
Lucien: Good Afternoon.
I look in his direction.
The late afternoon sun has sprinkled over the entire living room as if the previous cold and gloom were things of the distant past.
Amid all warmth and tranquility, beams of light shine generously and cordially, outlining his figure and casting a soft glow around him like a veil.
Lucien lazily props his hand against his face, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows gently curved into a soft arc.
The heater raised the indoor temperature, and his shirt was unbuttoned, showing off a lot of skin on his chest.
The blanket that was wrapped around him remains dutifully covering his body, cocooning him in coziness.
Everything is spread out in the sunlight, casting a sepia tone reminiscent of old movies.
Lucien: Why so quiet, are you still not fully awake yet?
He stretches out his fingers and waves them in front of my eyes.
MC: I'm already awake.
MC: I just woke up and was immediately greeted by a sight that delights the eye and warms the heart; I can't help but want to look at it a little longer.
I hook my fingers around his, letting the strands of my hair cascading over my shoulders slide down my back with the motion.
Lucien: Although I'd love to continue admiring you in front of me, I'm afraid I need to break this distance for now.
The unexpected answer left me momentarily stunned, just staring dazedly at him as his eyes unabashedly revealed a hint of grievance.
Lucien: You've been resting on my leg this whole time. I didn't dare to change positions at will.
Lucien: But it's really starting to feel numb.
MC: Pfft... You could've woken me up too, you know!
[a big fox who deliberately shows off his chest just to enjoy his lover’s stunned look and still uses the chance to openly ‘grieve’ as if he’s being ‘wronged’ pfft]
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—[Part 4]— Video Timestamp: [13:14]
The rice wine is still warm, and there's still half a box of snacks left.
Sweetness fills the entire space, and I let out a contented sigh as I pour a small cup of rice wine for both him and myself.
As I taste the wine, my gaze curiously falls on the screen of Lucien's computer—there's a paper that seems a bit beyond my grasp, and beside him, there's also a book with specimen illustrations.
MC: What book are you reading?
Lucien: Literature on specimen preparation.
Lucien: Among the specimens we've made recently, the less conventional ones seem to make up the majority.
Lucien: Since there's such an opportunity, why not take the chance to brush up on some relevant professional knowledge?
MC: As expected of you! So, what has our Great Professor learned?
Lucien: I realized that my understanding of specimens may have some misconceptions.
He sets aside the computer and pulls me into his arms, flipping to a page in the book with illustrations of plant specimens, and starts to speak.
Lucien: In the field of collection, the significance of specimens mostly lies in preserving a particular moment of life forms, much like taking a photograph or recording a video.
Lucien: It can be understood as a record of the past.
Lucien: But from the perspective of scientific research, it mostly serves the research and analysis of relevant topics.
MC: From what it sounds like, it actually seems more like some kind of reserve for the future, doesn't it?
The person behind me nods and gently rubs his chin against the strands of hair on top of my head.
His scent, mingled with the fragrance of alcohol, fills my nostrils, as I attentively "listen" to his lecture, yet greedily rub against his neck.
Lucien: The side branches we prune from the hydrangea will encourage more lush growth, and perhaps the seeds you've brought will sprout someday in the future.
Lucien: There are still many spaces left on the loyalty card waiting for us to fill.
Lucien: Compared to keeping records, it seems that our collection shelf has also unconsciously left many expectations for the future.
Lucien: I should also learn from these specimens to find the presence in life that will make you pay attention…
There's a dark undercurrent in his eyes that lures me to delve deeper, as if there’s a river flowing with honey, making me willingly and wholeheartedly drown in it.
Lucien: Then I'll put what I've learned into practice, and bring back home even more things that can make my little lady happy.
Lucien: And not to end up like today, "spending the whole morning in the cold breeze for nothing”.
A speck of warmth touches the tip of my nose, bringing back memories of the cold, wind-filled morning.
Not to be outdone, I pinch his earlobe. The blanket slowly moved, causing the book originally placed on me to fall to the ground.
MC: I thought you were going to announce some groundbreaking scientific discovery, how did we end up here?
Lucien ignores the fallen book and just grabs my wrist with his free hand, then firmly holds it with his fingers.
Our already close distance is further reduced, and I can almost feel his breath brushing past my lips.
Maybe it's from knocking back too much rice wine, but the heart pounding in the chest is loud and clear in my ears, yet I can't tell if it's his beat or mine.
Lucien: I thought this conclusion hit the nail on the head.
Lucien: After all, it's only through practical application that theory can truly prove its worth.
Our breath intertwines and circulates with each exhale and inhale, floating amidst the gaps of beautiful dreams, as the light, airy sense of haziness envelops my body once again.
I simply lean forward, closing the last bit of distance between us, and affectionately kiss his cheek.
MC: But for me, what leads me to look forward to the future is neither memories nor specimens.
MC: Rather, it's you.
His long eyelashes resemble the antennae of a butterfly, trembling ever so slightly as if confirming something, casting an alluring look.
MC: You gave me a hot chocolate, a little heater for warming the rice wine, a warm blanket, blank loyalty cards...
MC: And there's also an exceptionally clingy Professor Lucien.
MC: [smiles widely] It's you who brought romance and anticipation into my life.
Lucien's breath momentarily hitches, and then a warm sigh flows out from his lips.
Lucien: Then let's leave the last space on the shelf empty, we'll make this sense of anticipation our final collection. And together, let's wait for the next wave of happiness to arrive.
MC: Sure, leaving it blank does add a poetic touch.
Following my heart's desire, I kiss his eyelids. The gentle kisses and embraces weave a finely knit yet dense web, slowly making us fall into a light trance.
We enjoy the blurry and dizzying moment peacefully until a faint pattern on the window catches my eye in the hazy light.
I look towards the windowsill and find a delicate pattern drawn by ice crystals as if it were a fragment left behind by winter.
Lucien: What's wrong?
Sensing my distraction, Lucien softly pinches the nape of my neck, attempting to bring back my attention to what we were doing.
MC: I've discovered a happiness that has arrived unexpectedly.
MC: Lucien, look, there's an ice flower on the window.
With a smile, I break away from his embrace and casually pick up the book that had fallen aside for a long time, handing it back to him.
Lucien's gaze falls on that place, a hint of astonishment lighting up his dark eyes, which are even more touching than the view on the window.
MC: I didn't expect to see ice flowers. I'm starting to quite like today's cold air.
The gaze that had captivated me suddenly shifts, and the only thing reflected in those eyes is me, gazing back at him just as deeply.
Lucien: Then let's seize it.
His large hand covers the back of my hand, guiding me as our hands slowly glide along the window together.
The tips of his fingers seemed to shine with a faint, unnoticeable light.
Before I can ponder over it, starting from the point that we touched, ice crystals spread from the windowsill towards the center, spreading out into feather-like patterns.
I forget to breathe for a moment.
He continues guiding my movements until the entire window is covered with exquisite patterns we've drawn together.
MC: So beautiful!
I throw myself into his arms, my hands instinctively wrapping around his shoulders.
The tiny fragments transform into graceful patterns covering the entire window, imprinting the intertwined warmth and cold, weaving a flower that belongs only to winter in the spring.
I've heard that ice flowers on windows, just like snowflakes, each have their own unique shapes.
The beauty captured by him must indeed be a mark that belongs solely to him.
Lucien: Is this "material" enough to become our final specimen and deepen your anticipation for the future?
With a faint smile, he pulls the curtains further apart, allowing this scenery to be fully displayed before us.
MC: There won't be a better specimen than this!
MC: Thank you for personally "capturing" the future in front of me.
I tilt my head up and place a kiss on the side of Lucien's face, unable to suppress the smile at the corners of my lips.
MC: In that case, I'll try to give you more "now" as a gift in return.
A pair of slender eyes gently curve, quietly awaiting the words I'm about to say.
MC: I'm not as amazing as you, who is always able to see so far ahead...
MC: Always able to move forward with such determination, turning that mere anticipation of the future into reality, surprising me time and time again.
MC: But just like today, I can find various little sceneries around us.
MC: And then tell you, "Lucien, look, a flower is blooming over there."
The cold light outside the window filters through layers of ice crystals, refracting into tiny iridescent rainbows, and melting into his warm and flowing gaze.
A kiss, like an answer, lands on the corner of my lips, letting me taste a sweetness sweeter than all the drinks and refreshments in the world.
Lucien: [hoarsely] After experiencing happiness, people will naturally have expectations for the future.
Lucien: [x2] They’ll have the desire to relive the experiences they once had, again and again, or seek other happiness they haven’t yet experienced.
Lucien: [x3] But now, I feel that, compared to the distant future, the present moment is even more touching.
Lucien's lowered voice sounds a bit hoarse, reminding me of a big fox's subtle purring when it's in a pleasant mood.
Lucien: [x4!] After all, in the face of the immediate beauties, all hypotheses about expectations will seem too illusory.
Lucien: For example, the ice flower that bloomed in this window because of your attention.
The hand embracing my waist intimately confines me, and it feels as if the temperature inside the room has heated up again.
Lucien: And another example is you.
The heater emits heat that makes people cling to the warmth, and all the wonderful scents I can think of are blending and surrounding me.
Spring has just begun, and there are still many good days ahead.
✂———————–
#PURRING BIG FOX#yes they impliedly make love and he was a bit disatissfied that she got distracted LOL#when i said that physical touch is lucien's main love lang I MEAN THIS they're soo clingy#anyway i usually wrote afterwords#but imo the date is already really clear abt the theme so i didn't#mlqc lucien#mr love queen's choice#mlqc cn#mlqc spoiler#mlqc#mlqc translation#mr. love queen's choice#mr love lucien#mlqc xu mo#mlqc spoilers
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Let elucien go on a date to the opera or the ballet pls sjm im begging you
#my babies#or like an art museum#I need soft elucien dates#they’ve both suffered enough#can you imagine though#how romantic???#pro elucien#elucien#pro lucien vanserra#lucien vanserra#elain x lucien#elain archeron
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I made a spreadsheet with links to every single MLQC date/mind quest (including CN content that hasn’t been released globally yet)! there are still some that i wasn’t able to find, but almost everything is there! if you find something I’m missing or notice an error, please let me know <3
#mlqc#mr love queens choice#love and producer#lovepro#gavin mlqc#lucien mlqc#kiro mlqc#victor mlqc#li ziyan#xu mo#bai qi#kilou zhou#mr love#mlqc dates#lithopsy#pdbutterfly
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When you consider going back on dating apps and realize no human man’s going to offer you the moon on a string:
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“….you’re punishing me, right?”
#mica doodles#mlqc#mr love queen's choice#mr love mobile#恋与制作人#lucien#lucien xu#许墨#i just hav so many feels about this particular scene from Lux’s translation pf Poison date skshskh#the despair lucien feels and guilt over being the ome who created that poison that ultimately killed his lover/wife sidhejdn#the way he tried so hard to create a cure and the hopelessness he felt when it didnt work and that he could only watch#as her life slowly slipped away before his very eyes#and the way he decided in the end that it wasnt worth going on with life without her djdhwjsh#(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)#there’s a lot more i wanna say about this date but jdndjdhsj
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Okay, speaking of Elucien and Classics, it’s not a literary classic and I’m not thinking about an entire AU but Ghost? The movie with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore? That scene where Sam appears behind Molly while she’s shaping pottery? That but ✨elucien✨
No one is dead and they’re in the garden and instead of Lucien being the one wrapping his arms around her, Elain is guiding Lucien’s hands from next to him in the soil.
And Elain…has a moment when she reaches around that broad man, can smell him so closely, the soft fabric of his shirt stretching across his broad back and pressing gently against her, her hands guiding on his, his sleeves are rolled up so they don’t get dirty and the hair on his forearms creates a delightful friction against hers. Her cheek grazing his strong shoulder.
Elain would be so turned on by their hands touching, working in the earth together and I won’t be told otherwise. Both of them so pretty and clean, getting so dirty.
Elain going back to the house with handprints all over her and a dazed smile on her face.
I was going to do baking instead of gardening but I don’t know, something about these two give me shamelessly outside on a beautiful sunny day vibes like yes…I see that quite vividly.
#Will be expanded upon at a later date#elucien#lucien x elain#elain x lucien#lucien vanserra#acotar#pro elucien#Look I’ll never not write Elain as the pursuer lol
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Consuming media isn't enough I need characters to come alive and ask for my hand in marriage
#i have been thinking about slade ravinger and the fact that he is not real and dating me way too much#slade ravinger#casteel da'neer#lucien vanserra#book boyfriends#books#reading#booklr#the plated prisoner#from blood and ash#acotar#ruhn danaan#crescent city#hosab#self insert#tv#movies#media#valkyrie#thor love and thunder#cassfenposts
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Eris week and Rhysand week are back to back. Tamlin better limber up and drink some electrolytes to prepare for the boyfriend olympics
#just checked the dates aklsdfjlsdkfj#tamlin spending a solid 2 weeks railing his dramatic boyfriends#we having a second pride month in september#AND THEN LUCIEN WEEK IN OCTOBER???#fuel up tammy#autumn is YOUR SEASON
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So I am currently working on a fic for our charming, sassy redhead. And I wanted to give you guys a sneak peek.
I am hoping to get the first part out by next week but we shall see what happens. 🤷♀️🩶
Just Pretend
Lucien x Reader
If someone sat between the two of you, they would feel the tension radiating off your bodies as you and Lucien stared at Elain and Azriel cuddling on the other side of the booth. You took a large sip from your drink, the burn from the liquor numbing your senses. You fixed your gaze on the table, counting the various scratches in the wood. Anything was better than watching Azriel fawn over another female. You tuned out the noise, but it wasn’t until Lucien spoke that you paid attention. His words echoing in your head. “Actually, Y/N and I are dating.” Lucien made everyone’s gaze turn to you. Including a certain shadowsinger. Choking on your drink your eyes shifted between your best friend and everyone else, but Lucien was giving you a pleading look, one begging you to play along.
You wiped the spilled drink from your lips, clearing your throat before you spoke. “Uh. Yea. We weren’t planning on telling anybody.”
You glanced down at your now empty glass. The continuous questions aimed at the two of you filling the surrounding air. No amount of alcohol would have prepared you for this.
#acotar#acotar fanfiction#lucien vanserra#lucien x reader#fake dating#reader insert#acotar fandom#a court of thorns and roses#inner circle#azriel
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We Never Go Out Of Style
Could end in burning flames or paradise
Summary: When Gwyn breaks up with her boyfriend on the eve of Nesta's destination wedding, Nesta Archeron has only one objective: set Gwyn up with her high school crush.
Note: Based on this tweet from @heathermcwrites: "One of my bridesmaids just broke up with her bf who was supposed to come to my wedding & I was sad for her for about 3 seconds until I remembered that her crush will also be at the wedding (single) and I'm now more committed to this 2nd chance romance than to my own marriage."
"I should also note that this is a destination wedding so there are EVEN MORE opportunities for uh…shenanigans"
PROLOGUE- ten years earlier:
Gwyneth Bedara stepped beneath the overhead lights of the stadium, one hand raised over her eyes. The roar of the crowd was only dimmed by the unintelligible boom of the marching band sitting in the middle of the bleachers. Cheerleaders waved pom poms from the sidelines of the football field, drawing Gwyns attention to the boys in blue and gold uniforms, tensed as they waited for that whistle.
Beside her, Nesta Archeron’s silvery blue eyes scanned the football players for the person she’d come to see—Cassian Windhaven. Star quarterback with a full ride to some D1 school that Nesta almost certainly wasn’t attending. Not that Gwyn would ever mention that, of course. She understood what it was like to have a crush.
Her eyes slid over the crowd, looking for him. This game was important—it was homecoming and against a rival school. Senior year saw even the most apathetic of seniors show up for school spirit and events, and in the case of Azriel Valdez, he was hardly an exception. She found him lounging with Rhysand Darcel. They didn’t know her outside of Nesta, who had been dodging Cassian’s advances since the fifth grade.
This year was different, though Gwyn didn’t know how exactly. In the past, Nesta would have rather eaten dirt than come and watch Cassian play and she certainly wouldn’t have picked a seat close enough that both Rhys and Azriel could see. And they did, eyes drifting towards her with a smirk on their faces.
“Scoot!” a masculine voice interrupted Gwyn’s thoughts. Lucien Vanserra had come to join, pushing between Gwyn and Emerie.
“Did you bring alcohol?” Emerie whispered, looking at the thermos in his hand. Lucien, their schools best soccer player, snorted a laugh.
“I wish. I can’t risk my spot up at Yale. This is water, you lush.”
Nesta wrinkled her nose, eyes sliding back to the field. For a moment, the four of them were quiet, trying to decide if they were going to pretend football was interesting and Nesta was there for the game and not the man currently streaking across the field, ball tucked beneath his arm.
“So,” Lucien said with a shit eating grin. “Cassian, huh?”
Nesta’s eyes narrowed. Leave it to a Vanserra to just come right out and say it. “How’s Elain?”
He scowled. Nesta wasn’t the only one with a crush. Gwyn couldn’t help but look back at Azriel, sitting to the left and six rows beneath her. He didn’t notice her at all, too busy staring at something on the field. She noticed him, though. She’d been noticing him since middle school when he’d transferred in and immediately made friends with Rhys and Cassian. Azriel was tall, all dark hair pushed off his face and warm brown skin. He’d been lanky back then but not anymore. He looked like a man at just eighteen, muscular and broad, his chiseled jaw always graced with a five o’clock shadow. Dressed in a black t-shirt and well fitted jeans, Gwyn couldn’t help but stare at his bulging bicep, already tattooed even though she’d heard he’d gotten in trouble with the school for it.
He’d never noticed her and Gwyn didn’t blame him. Azriel was hot, he was popular, he was all the things Gwyn was not. While he played soccer with Lucien, Gwyn played chess and was in all the school musicals. The only reason he acknowledged her at all was Nesta, who was so stunning it was impossible not to, even if his best friend wasn’t stupidly infatuated with her.
Still, in Gwyn’s fantasies—the ones she’d only ever dared to tell Nesta and Emerie—he saw her and he liked what he saw. Beneath the lanky frame and the freckles, he could see her instead of the outward dork everyone else saw.
She realized too late he was looking at Elain Archeron. Fuck me, Gwyn thought miserably. Him and everyone else. He could get in line right behind Lucien, who was in a line behind her actual boyfriend, Graysen Nolan. And behind Azriel was the rest of the school, save for Cassian and maybe Rhys, who was too busy fucking anything and everything that moved to notice one solitary girl.
Gwyn sighed, looking away before it soured her mood. At least he couldn’t have Elain. That made her feel a little better, but just barely. Gwyn threw herself into the conversation, forcing herself not to think of Azriel at all. He didn’t matter—he was just a stupid boy, always thinking with his stupid penis.
The game ended in a win and as the crowd pushed outward, Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie moved down, holding hands until they were standing at the railing. Cassian was jogging forwards, helmet tucked beneath his arm. He was grinning at Nesta, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. Long, dark hair was plastered on his ruggedly handsome face and without word or warning, Cassian surged upwards, practically throwing himself over the railing so he could grab Nesta and press a kiss to her mouth. Both Gwyn and Emerie slapped a hand over their own to keep from giggling. Behind Cassian, Rhys and Azriel were frozen, eyes wide with surprise.
“When did this happen?” Azriel asked, his deep voice making Gwyn shudder.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Emerie replied easily, unmoved by his good looks. Nesta pushed, her face flushed but Cassian was undeterred.
“You came. I knew there was something lucky about this game,” he breathed. Sweat rolled off his forehead, dripping against his uniform. Nesta had her fingertips pressed to her lips and Gwyn knew, in that moment, Cassian had her. Her and Emerie reached for Nesta, curling their hands around Nesta’s arm and pulling her back.
It was at that exact moment that Azriel’s eyes slid to Gwyn, pinning her in place for only a moment. His mouth quirked into a smile, lips forming the words, “Hey,” to which Gwyn immediately responded, “Hey,” back.
Only for Elain Archeron to bounce into view. He wasn’t looking at Gwyn at all. Just Elain, in her tiny blue and gold skirt and her tanned legs. Golden brown hair, pulled off her face with a gold scrunchy swayed almost hypnotically, drawing Azriel’s gaze. Gwyn wanted to melt into the floor.
Elain, utterly unaware of how he watched her, smacked Cassian in the chest. “What is wrong with you?”
“She wanted it,” was Cassian’s absurd response.
“Gross,” Elain replied, eyes sweeping over the three of them. “All of you are gross.”
Azriel’s smile immediately faded and Gwyn decided, in that moment, she liked the cheerleader, if only for making Azriel feel as badly as she currently felt.
“It’s fine,” Nesta breathed, ending things before Rhys could jump in with his loud, unnecessary opinion. “Really. I uh…I’ll talk to you later, Cass.”
Rhys and Azriel’s faces lit up and the use of the nickname.
“Cass?” Rhys all but choked. “Should we be writing a wedding speech?”
“Shut up,” Cassian retorted, elbowing his friend hard in the ribs. “I’ll catch you around, Nes.”
“Oh my God,” Emerie whispered.
They pulled Nesta back, Elain bouncing on their heels. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, though they were smart enough to say nothing as they thundered over the metal bleachers and down the steps to the pavement. Behind them, Rhys and Azriel were giving Cassian a very hard, very loud time. Nesta’s cheeks burned, either from humiliation or embarrassment.
The very first thing Nesta said, once they reached the parking lot, was, “Don’t tell dad.”
Elain scoffed but Emerie cut her off.
“What’s going on with you and Cassian?”
Nesta mumbled something hiding her face in her long, golden brown hair.
“What was that?” Gwyn demanded, a grin stealing over her face. She had absolutely heard everything Nesta said.
“I said, he took me on a date the other night,” Nesta managed, her whole face the color of Gwyn’s hair.
“And you don’t tell us?!” Emerie demanded, tossing her long, chestnut colored braid off her shoulder.
“It didn’t mean anything,” Nesta, the liar, said.
“It clearly meant something to Cassian,” Elain interrupted with a sly smile. “If he’s calling you good luck.”
Nesta wrenched open the door to her car, letting Emerie take shotgun while Gwyn awkwardly climbed in the back beside Elain.
“It’s not a big deal–”
“Does Cassian know that?” Gwyn teased. Nesta glanced in the rearview mirror at her, eyes sharp.
“Does Az know?” Nesta retorted.
“Oh hey, come on,” Emerie interjected as Elain sat forward, looking at Gwyn.
“You like Az?” she asked curiously. Gwyn was staring daggers at Nesta. The last thing she needed was Nesta’s busybody sister telling everyone that she liked Azriel.
Emerie smacked Nesta in the arm. “Way to be a bitch.”
“Elain isn’t going to say anything,” Nesta protested while Elain nodded, hand over her heart.
“I swear. I’m just surprised…he doesn’t seem like your type.”
“What does that mean?” Gwyn replied a touch too defensive.
“He’s—”
“An ass,” Nesta interrupted firmly. “And you’re not.”
“Huge ass,” Elain agreed solemnly. “Multiple girls at once—”
“One night stands only,” Nesta added.
“How do you know this?” Emerie demanded, arms crossed over her chest. Nesta pulled onto the road that would take them back to her house where they would sleep for the night.
“Cassian told me—”
“Oh Cassian?” Gwyn demanded, grateful for the conversation to fall off her. “What else did Cassain say?”
The three gleefully piled on Nesta, letting Gwyn’s humiliation with beautiful Azriel fall by the wayside. As long as he didn’t know, Gwyn didn’t care.
After all. The heart wanted what the heart wanted.
PRESENT DAY- 10 years later
Azriel felt a hand on his shoe, gripping before he was ripped from beneath the car he was working on. He grumbled, staring up into the face of his best friend. Cassian grinned, practically dripping with sweat.
“C’mon,” Cassian complained as Azriel sat up. “You’re gonna miss your fucking flight.”
Azriel wiped an equally sweaty forehead on his grease stained arm.
“One more quick job,” he said, as if that had ever been true. He owned a string of repair shops around the city and on top of managing his business, he still liked to work on cars. Azriel had never stopped liking that, though he spent more time than he preferred sitting in an office pouring over paperwork. There was something cathartic about fixing a problem.
“Leave it for someone else,” Cassian ordered. He was allowed to be bossy—Cassian was getting married. After ten long years of trying to lock Nesta Archeron down, Cassian had finally managed it. He’d had her their senior year of high school and a semester of college before she broke up with him, citing the long distance. Cassian had never quit, though. While Rhys and Azriel had chased anything that moved on two legs, Cassian had been fixated on his studies and his athletics, determined that when Nesta finished law school, he’d be the kind of man she wanted.
And fuck if it hadn’t paid off. Four years apart had made adults of them both. They dated four years, were engaged for two and now Nesta was getting her two week destination wedding on some beachy little island off Italy courtesy of her younger sister's husband. The whole thing was paid for by Vanserra money so long as they kept it relatively small. It was practically a high school reunion. One Azriel wanted to attend, anyway. He knew Nesta’s old high school friends would be there and obviously Cassian had never grown out of him and Rhys.
More Vanserra’s, which Azriel could live without, and a few others he ought to have known but didn’t.
Azriel was also the only person without a plus one, at least in the immediate wedding party. Nesta had all but begged him to bring someone. How did he explain there was no one? Some people were destined for marriage, like Cassian and others were destined for sloppy one nights that ended awkwardly. He fell into the latter camp.
Azriel slid beneath the car before Cassian could stop him, tightening everything up before he emerged, still filthy on the oil splattered cement floor.
“This place will live two weeks without you,” Cassian informed him, like Cassian had the first inkling of what it took to run his shops. Still, Azriel had agreed and wanted to support Cassian and Nesta, who were practically like a brother and sister to him now.
“I need to shower,” Azriel told him, offering no more acknowledgement than that. “And get my shit. What time does the flight leave?”
“Six hours, but you know Nes is already freaking out. Shit is already messed up–”
“What happened?” Azriel asked, climbing into the passenger seat of Cassian’s SUV. He coached football for the local community college and was always hauling his gear around. Cassian could have gone pro and Azriel wondered if Nesta knew he’d given that up for her.
“Gwyn’s boyfriend broke up with her–”
“Who is Gwyn?” Azriel interrupted, trying to keep all Nesta’s friends straight in his head. Cassian glanced over, pulling out onto the street.
“You remember Gwyn. From highschool? She’s got the reddish brown hair, the blue eyes—”
“Oh fuck, the girl in all those musicals. I remember her,” he agreed, though he remembered her just barely. Cute as fuck and so quiet Azriel had never been able to figure out what to say to her. She was overshadowed by Nesta, always half a step behind just watching. Azriel could appreciate that, given how loud Rhys and Cassian had been.
“Why’d he dump her?”
Cassian shrugged. “She dodged a fucking bullet if you ask me. That dude was pretentious as fuck, thought he was so goddamn smart. Imagine lecturing Lucien goddamn Vanserra on American soccer. Because he did last Christmas. He thought he knew everything.”
Azriel could imagine it, though he wouldn’t have. There had always been a weird rivalry between him and Vanserra in high school over Elain Archeron, as if she’d ever looked at either of them twice. Still, they’d tried, and Vanserra had won in college. Azriel didn’t begrudge him his wife or his nice life but that didn’t mean he liked him, either.
The feeling was mutual.
“Nesta’s freaking out,” Cassian continued. “She had it all planned on even numbers with her and the girls.”
“Huh,” was all Azriel could think to say. It seemed like Nesta had been freaking out about everything since Cassian asked her to marry him. Azriel wasn’t sure what the big fuss was. How difficult was planning a wedding, in the scheme of things? It seemed like Nesta made it more complicated when, at its more barest essentials, was supposed to be about her and Cassian confirming they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
While Cassian unloaded his frustrations about the wedding, Azriel very quickly showered and grabbed his suitcase and passport. Time was ticking and the closer they got to their flights departure, the antsier Cassian became. Four hours. That was the window Nesta wanted them all to be at the airport. To do what, who knew? Azriel wanted to die by the time they got there, rolled out of the uber, and into the modern airport. Cassian had a bag he needed to check but Azriel only had his rolling suitcase and a backpack—more than enough for two weeks. He figured he could iron out his suit when he arrived. He sure as fuck wasn’t risking an airline losing his bag just so it showed up a little nicer.
By the time they got through security, it was clear he and Cassian were the last ones to arrive. Nesta was pacing, arms crossed over her dark sweatshirt. She relaxed her body, though her eyes stayed tight and to avoid a fight, Azriel held up both hands.
“Blame me,” he told her as she hugged Cassian. “I had to take a shower.”
She exhaled. “No, it’s fine. We’re early.”
Cassian looked over Nesta’s head at Azriel, eyes wide as if to say obviously.
“Is everyone here?” Cassian asked. Azriel drifted, dropping into an ugly gray chair close to the window. He set his bag just beneath his feet and fished out his phone from his pocket, checking his messages for the first time that day. The girl from last weekend was still texting, so obviously hopeful something was going to come out of it. Azriel didn’t know how much more clear he could be without just hurting her feelings. He’d said he didn’t want a relationship and he’d meant it. She, like too many others, was convinced she could change his mind, if the half naked picture staring him in the face was any indication.
Azriel’s eyes drifted towards the terminal he was sitting in. Cassian was holding Nesta, her chin on his chest while she rapid fire spoke to him. Not far was Elain Vanserra, head on Lucien Vanserra’s shoulder staring down at her phone while he dozed. How long had they been here, Azriel wondered.
He recognized Emerie from instagram—he’d been following her since she opened a clothing boutique not far from one of his auto bodies. She had her fingers laced with Rhys’s cousin Mor, knuckles to her lips while she spoke quietly. Feyre Archeron was on the other side of Mor making polite conversation with Rhys, who looked so utterly bored Azriel wondered what Feyre could possibly be saying.
A few seats away from him, sitting diagonally, was Gwyn. He recognized her, though might not have known her name if Cassian hadn’t told him in the car. Coppery brown hair was pulled off her face in twin plaits. Tight leggings encased slim legs and an equally athletic top gave Azriel the general shape of her. Had she been this hot in high school? He genuinely could not remember.
Head buds in her ears, Gwyn didn’t notice he was staring but Azriel did. Her teal eyes were glazed over, framed by dark lashes. Her full lips were shiny, her nose covered in the softest dusting of freckles. This was the newly single friend of Nestas?
She blew out a breath, eyes snagging on his. He raised a hand to say hey, as if they’d ever been that sort of friend, embarrassed she’d caught him. Gwyn pulled her headphones out, surprising lighting over her features.
“Oh hey,” she said, her voice soft and pretty. Could voices even be pretty? Hers was. Azriel stretched out his legs, feeling strangely tight.
“Hey,” he replied, suddenly unsure what he should even say. “You’re coming too?”
“Gangs all here,” she agreed cheerfully, tucking her own legs beneath her body. Gwyn tapped her fingers against her thighs and Azriel noted they weren’t painted. He didn’t know why, but he liked that. Every girl he spent time with made such a fuss over their nails, but Azriel worked in oil. Was covered in it. Maybe he liked the thought of someone who didn’t seem to mind if she wasn’t done up all the time. Someone he could put his grease stained hands on.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t know this woman.
“Wish we didn’t have to get here so early, though,” Gwyn added conspiratorially. “I’m more of a running through the airport kind of girl myself.”
Azriel snorted. “Nesta is particular.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” she smiled and Azriel felt stupid in the light of it. “She deserves it, though, so I’ll be on time.”
Azriel nodded. “Cassian doesn’t. He’s still a bastard.”
She smiled again. “Best man?”
“Yup.”
Gwyn grinned. “Maid of honor. I guess we’ll be spending more time together.”
Hell yes.
“Lucky me, Gwyn,” he replied smoothly, privately delighted when she grinned ear to ear.
“And here I was thinking you didn’t remember my name.”
“I saw Guys and Dolls,” he told her. That was true—Cassian had dragged both him and Rhys because Nesta had some small part and he had just started dating her. “You were Lola.”
Gwyn beamed, an absurd thing given that had been ten years ago.
“What do you do now?”
“Teach,” she replied easily. “College history. What about you?”
“Mechanic,” he replied, wondering if that made him look dumb. “I’ve got a bunch of shops.”
“Oh yeah! Emerie mentioned that, I totally forgot. How cool,” she said without an ounce of smug superiority. Azriel relaxed. Sometimes women liked to act like he was beneath them or they were doing him a favor just because he’d skipped out on college.
“Do you have a good seat?” she asked him. Azriel shook his head.
“I procrastinated. I’m in a middle seat.”
“Sit with me,” she offered. “It’ll make me feel like less of a loser and, as a bonus, you can have an aisle seat.”
Azriel pressed his lips together, eyebrows raised. “Awfully generous of you.”
“You can pay me back later by getting shit face drunk with me when we’re up in the air. We’ll need it given we’re across from Nesta and Cassian. They’re trying to join the mile high club.”
“Jesus Christ,” Azriel swore with a chuckle. “He doesn’t fit in one of those bathrooms.”
Gwyn nodded. “You’d be doing me a huge favor. No one will ask me about Jonathon.”
Jonathan. “Am I allowed to ask?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Maybe a little vodka will change your mind.”
She laughed. “I’ll take that wager.”
Competitive. He liked that. Azriel’s eyes swept over the terminal, catching on Nesta’s for just a moment. She was watching him, some unreadable expression on her face. Did she think he was up to something? Gwyn was nice and he was bored. He could make a friend, surely.
He shot Nesta a look back, one he hoped communicated he wasn’t up to anything nefarious, before turning back to Gwyn.
“If you get shitfaced, don’t ask me to carry your bags for you.”
“It’s gonna be you that’s shitfaced,” she shot back. “This is a nine hour flight. I’ve got nothing but time to drink you stupid.”
“Too late, Gwyn. I’m already stupid.”
She laughed, head thrown back, face filled with amusement. Fuck, but Azriel would have given anything to hear her laugh like that again. It was just a little pre-vacation magic, that was all.
And Azriel desperately needed a little fun.
GWYN:
True to her word, Nesta and Cassian were making out before everyone was even on board. Azriel was beside her, shoving his bag overhead since Nesta and Cassian’s things had to join their overhead bin. It was two spacious seats—big enough she could have curled her legs against Jonathon’s if she wanted to.
She didn’t dare look at Azriel’s, stretched impossibly long into the seat in front of them. He was in basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt. It ought to have looked sloppy at best but with a face like his, he made it look like runway. He ran a broad hand through his thick, dark hair before turning to look at her with exasperation.
“Told you,” she said, pleased to be right.
“Trade me,” he replied, as if Gwyn would ever give up a window seat. If the plane was going to crash, Gwyn needed to be able to watch the entire time. She could be a control freak that way.
Shaking her head, Gwyn pushed closer to her open window, looking down at the people in neon yellow vests loading up the luggage. She caught sight of her buttery yellow bag moments before it vanished. Good. This was a non-stop flight and she didn’t want to lose her bag.
She relaxed into her seat.
“Nope.”
“Tell me about Jonathon.”
She almost choked. As if she was going to tell Azriel, a literal Greek God come to life, anything about Jonathon. Everyone was dying to know and Gwyn had told a little white lie to keep her friends off her back. He dumped me meant everyone offered sympathy and generally didn’t bring him up.
I dumped him because he wanted to get married sounded a lot worse. It made her sound like a bitch even to her own ears. It was just…Jonathon was so pretentious, thought he was better than everyone because he had a PhD in literature, of all fucking things. He couldn’t write to save his life, despite talking about being a writer all the time. And Gwyn was tired of listening to self-aggrandizing lectures, his endless philosophizing, his moralizing.
Case and point—Jonathon would never have agreed to get drunk on a plane with her. And if he’d caught Cassian and Nesta making out? He would have complained endlessly about how common people were. He couldn’t just have fun.
Scratch that. He wouldn’t have fun. And as the wedding drew closer, Gwyn panicked. She wanted a laid back vacation and when the words marriage came out of Jonathon’s lips, she’d asked to break up. She’d have to face the music and tell Nesta and Emerie eventually. Just not now.
Not when Emerie was showing off her new relationship with Mor and Nesta was focused on her impending nuptials. Gwyn could spend two weeks with her bare ass in the sand getting drunk in the sun and no one could stop her.
“Don’t ask me about Jonathon,” Gwyn replied easily. Azriel smiled—smirked, really—and she wished he wouldn’t. She’d forgotten all about her high school crush on him until she’d seen him in the airport. Azriel was aging like fine wine. He was absurdly attractive, more masculine than he’d ever been at eighteen. He was all broad muscle and smooth, brown skin set against the most incredible bone structure. And when his hazel eyes fell on her, Gwyn wanted to melt into her chair.
“C’mon,” he cajoled. “If you can’t tell a total stranger something this personal, who can you tell?”
She started to respond, but the captain’s announcements and the stewardess silenced them both. Even Cassian and Nesta pulled apart long enough to watch the safety procedures. Azriel didn’t say another word to her until they were up in the air and that same stewardess was offering drinks. “Vodka sprite,” Azriel said easily, nodding towards Gwyn. “And jack and coke.”
“Are you ordering for me?” she demanded, wondering what it said about her that he’d guessed right.
“We can swap if you want,” was his easy reply. Gwyn had to look beyond him at Cassian and Nesta, back to kissing again. She didn’t know which was worse.
Gwyn took her soda and her little mini bottles, shooting one back just as quickly as she could get the plastic red cap off. Azriel watched, mouth agape.
“Am I that bad of company?” he asked her, his tone laced with amusement.
“Jonathon was an asshole,” she said, dumping the other little bottle into her plastic cup. “He wanted to get married.”
“Oh God. Not married,” Azriel teased. “I can see why that would be horrifying.”
“He was arrogant,” she tried to explain, unsure why it mattered if Azriel knew at all. “He thought he was better than everyone else and he never would have dated me if he thought I was smarter and that bothered me.”
“You need to be smarter than your boyfriend?” Azriel questioned, pushing open his soda with long fingers.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“No,” she said a shade too breathlessly. “But I don’t want someone dating me because they think I’m not as smart.”
“Ah, gotcha. So you dumped him?”
“It’s our secret, Az,” she informed him in her bossiest tone. “If Nesta finds out, she’ll try and set me up with one of her friends when we get back and they’re all lawyers.”
“Another unforgivable crime,” Azriel said with mock graveness. She watched, teeth biting her bottom lip, as he took a drink. She could have been eighteen again, if eighteen year old her had been able to string together six words to say to him.
“I just want two weeks of uninterrupted fun,” Gwyn said, taking her own drink if only to calm her nerves. The rushing air of the plane was soothing, settling some of her nerves while the alcohol made her warm.
“No strings attached fun? My specialty,” Azriel replied with an easy smile. God, she bet it was. “I’m single too, you know.”
“So is Feyre,” Gwyn was stupid to reply. Azriel scoffed.
“She’s been fucking Rhys for years.”
Gwyn gaped. “Does Nesta know?”
He shrugged. “I don’t partake in the gossip, I only know what Rhys tells me–”
“That’s the literal definition of gossiping,” she informed him. He shook his head, rolling his eyes.
“It’s engaging in a fact based discussion. I know more about naked Archerons than I ever wanted to.”
She didn’t bother asking if he’d ever gotten with Elain. She was very married, curled against Lucien’s shoulder just two rows back. It didn’t matter.
“Well, if it helps, Nesta once sent us all a picture of Cassian’s penis so we could see it.”
“God, okay, that’s worse,” Azriel agreed with a strangled laugh. “Never do that to me.”
“How would I—”
He turned in his seat, holding his nearly empty cup. “You want no strings fun, right? And to keep your friends off your back? Hello, my name is Azriel. I’m your man these next two weeks.”
God, she was going to puke. There was no way he was being serious.
“That’s not what I meant,” she said before throwing back the rest of her drink.
He shrugged those broad shoulders. “It doesn’t have to be like that. I’m not immune to Nesta’s antics, you know. Her lawyer friends are…”
“Stuck up?” Gwyn guessed.
Azriel laughed. “Something like that. It could be pretend but if we’re being honest, I’d like it if it wasn’t.”
Oh God, oh God. She licked her lips. She was hallucinating. The plane was spiraling towards the earth and she’d blacked out due to lack of oxygen. He was—
“We could beat Nesta and Cassian to that bathroom,” he added, watching her carefully. Gauging, she realized.
Gwyn swallowed. She couldn’t believe she was entertaining this. If he’d been anyone else she would have laughed in his face. “There should be rules.”
“Hit me with them,” he said agreeably, his focus wholly on her.
“Just two weeks. Nothing else,” she breathed, wondering if the sex would live up to her now active imagination. Surely something had to give. He was compensating somewhere, she bet. Small dick, a quick fuck. She’d do this and he’d disappoint her and she’d be able to relax.
“Works for me.”
“We tell no one that this means nothing,” she added.
“Who would I tell? My friends aren’t exactly lining up to talk to me.”
“If we get caught I’ll blame this on you.”
“Harsh but I’ll take it. C’mon. Come to the bathroom with me.”
“You know all the right things to say,” she replied dryly.
But she was going to do it, damn her.
AZRIEL:
Maybe Nesta was right to be suspicious of him. She was still sucking face with Cassian three hours into the flight. The lights were off, shades closed and the stewardesses had retreated. He and Gwyn had been talking and watching a movie, waiting for the right moment. He’d never done this before and his heart was pounding. If they got caught he was sure they’d be banned and how the fuck would he get home, then? By boat?
He was willing to risk it. Stretching his legs, Azriel slid into the aisle and walked past rows of sleeping people for the bathroom. It wasn’t as small as he’d thought it would be but was hardly big enough to do anything but hold her up against the sink and fuck her stupid. Maybe, he’d be able to get on his knees and eat her out, but that seemed like it was pushing it.
He kept the door unlocked and when it pulled open, Gwyn slid right in like she was utterly alone.
“Did anyone see you?” he asked breathlessly.
“Nope,” she replied, so deliciously close he could smell the soft, sweet smell of whatever shampoo she wore wafting off her.
“Good,” he whispered, reaching for her face. He knew they had to be somewhat quick and yet he needed to kiss her, to grope just a little. Otherwise she wouldn’t be wet and it wouldn’t be fun for her. Two weeks of easy pussy was the best deal Azriel ever made.
Gwyn kissed him back, hands at her sids at that first touch.
Hurry up, motherfucker, his cock screamed at him. Grumbling to himself, Azriel used that moment to reach beneath her cute ass and haul her up against the sink. Her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll in his head. He was semi-hard just at the thought of fucking on the plane but now he was nearly fully erect.
His tongue swept into her mouth as she slid her hands beneath his shirt, feeling the muscle just beneath. Women liked that which was good, because Azriel liked pleasing women. He swallowed the urge to be noisy in favor of palming her breast through her shirt and bra.
No time, hurry up.
Gwyn seemed to be thinking the same, yanking his shorts off his hips. She broke the kiss to look, those big teal eyes widening at the sight of his thick, large cock. He couldn’t suppress a grin even as he said, “Hips up, baby.”
She did, letting him shimmy her out of her leggings and striped pink underwear. She was nearly bare save for a neatly trimmed strip of copper hair he immediately wanted to put his face in. There was no way he’d fit, not even if he knelt sideways.
“I’m gonna eat that pussy when we land,” he told her, kissing against her jaw while using his thumb to rub against her clit. She’d taken the base of his cock, stroking it in her soft, small hand.
He just barely fit and the sight was doing it for him.
“All men say that,” she replied, challenge sparking in her eyes.
“Trust me,” he whispered, digging out the condom he had in his wallet to roll it over his cock. She was slick enough and he hardly had the time to see her drenched. Six hours and they’d be at the resort Vanserra set up. He’d find her room and put that pretty body on his face for hours.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing himself into her. She gasped, nails digging through the fabric of his shirt. “You’re fucking tight.”
She took a breath, licking the side of his neck. Gwyn began nipping little bites before soothing over his skin, the sensation driving him wild. He wanted to fuck this woman with the proper space. There was no time for regret, not when he was seated in her. One palm braced on the sink, Azriel thrust into her tight, wet pussy while his other hand when back to rubbing at her clit. He’d feel her come or he’d get banned from flying ever again.
“That’s it,” he praised when her skin began to flush the prettiest shade of pink. “You fuck my cock so well, baby.”
She curled a hand at the nape of his neck, threading her fingers through his hair to tug. Her breath and the wet slap of their skin was the only sound Azriel could hear as he prayed no one walked by. There would be no denying what was happening in here.
She was panting. “So needy,” he praised, his release pooling in the base of his shaft. “Are you going to come all over my cock, baby? Make a mess of me.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered, arching against him. She tightened and Azriel sped up, thrusting into her roughly, chasing the building pleasure until he was nearly delirious with it. Azriel pressed his mouth against hers, privately impressed he was keeping his rhythm despite all the things he was trying to do with his body.
Gwyn bit his bottom lip hard, causing him to clench his ass to keep from coming. He was so fucking close, needed to push her over that ledge, too. Gwyn panted, kissing him frantically. He felt her come apart—her clit shuddered against his thumb while her pussy convulsed against him with wave after wave after wave, milking his own release from his aching cock. He jerked into her, pushing further until there was nowhere to go.
If that's what she felt with a condom on, how would she feel without one? He didn’t think he wanted to know. Still, he kissed her again and again, until his pulsating heart stopped throbbing in his balls and he could pull out of her without wanting to die.
“Good?” he asked her, cupping her face.
“Good,” she agreed. She was quick to pull up her pants and adjust her shirt, look herself over in the mirror before walking right out as if he wasn’t standing right there with a half hard dick wrapped in a filled condom. He admired her confidence.
Closing the door quickly, Azriel found a little trash can. He wrapped the condom up in a layer of toilet paper, yanked up his own pants, and washed his hands before emerging a respectable amount of time later. Anyone watching them carefully might realize what had happened.
And lucky for them, no one was. When he returned, wobbling against the rocking plane, Gwyn was curled back up, eyes on a new movie starting on the screen in front of her. Azriel grabbed one of the earbuds and jammed it into his own, plopping into his seat with a groan. He’d be asleep in ten minutes if he was lucky.
“Don’t forget,” he murmured, leaning his head close to hers.
Gwyn smiled.
“I won’t.”
#gwynriel#gwyn x azriel#gwynriel fanfiction#gwynriel fanfic#getting the holy ground treatment#never forget elain and lucien fucked on the first date too#not in an airplane bathroom but you know gwyn and az are a different breed#elucien got the boat
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[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Reunion Date English Translation
⚠️ 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~
Lucien’s 2023 CN Birthday Event (The New World)✧ Birthday Story | Birthday Prologue | Birthday Date (You're here!) | ASMR | Birthday Party
It turns out that on a day like this, I'm allowed to have both loneliness and warmth at the same time.
Translation under the cut~
Special thanks to @/ivioivioivi for helping me translate some sentences. I am really thankful that you replied to my messages even in odd hours :"D.
[T/N: I don't want to break the flow, so I'll say it now. You need to at least read Lucien's 3rd birthday date and phone call (Looking Back Date+ Saplings of Love Phone Call) first to understand half of the date. It's even better if you've read all of his birthday dates and birthday R&S/stories. YEARS worth of build-up pays off wonderfully and painfully on this date :". Some non-birthday dates that get referenced/I think are important to understand his growth are:
Standstill date (I forgot the official EN localization of this date, so here is the fan translation ver of it. The 'old game' in this Reunion Date is a reference to this date).
Wild Luxury Date (not a direct reference, but MC's idea to book a B&B for his birthday can be traced back to them going to a wild luxury hotel LOL. Because of the 'memorable things' that happened here, they've been exploring many kinds of hotels ever since then.
Tidying-up date (The date dives deep into how Lucien dealt with his pain and grief- that is, by trying to abandon them because he didn't know any better, there's no time to slow down and properly deal with it :". But because of the 'complex feeling' (that he FINALLY got to understand in Reunion Date) he's unable to do so.
Also, a casual reminder that his birthday is also his parents' death anniversary since they got into a car accident during his 7th birthday- it'll come into play on this date ;).
ANYWAY, this date is such a TREAT for ppl who have been liking him for years and watching him grow slowly.
[Subtitled Video Ver - TURN ON CC]
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VERY recommended to follow along with the voice acting for a more complete experience! It's just that he never sounded this vulnerable before :"". And BGM choice is really superb hhhh. I don't expect them to use that angsty BGM from last anniv.
[Transcript Ver]
I'm looking at the phone screen with one minute left on the countdown and placing the candle into the cupcake I secretly baked in the evening.
MC: 51, 52, 53......
I silently count the time, and at the last second, I push Lucien's study door open and turn off the lights.
MC: Happy birthday to you~
MC: Happy birthday to Professor Lucien, the smartest professor in the world~
The dim candlelight gently illuminates Lucien, who is sitting at the desk. He seems stunned for a moment, but soon, a joyful smile fills his eyes.
Lucien: So, the idea of celebrating my birthday at a B&B was just part of your surprise.
MC: I can't have you guessing everything. I still need to prepare some unexpected surprises for the birthday boy.
It's rare that Lucien doesn't have to go on a business trip this year, and there are no additional work assignments at the institute.
So, I booked a B&B in advance, taking two days off together. We'll celebrate his birthday while enjoying a brief vacation.
I smile and place the cupcake on the table, brushing away the strands of hair that hang in front of his eyes.
MC: And since we're both on vacation, every second from now on is worth celebrating.
MC: So, it's now a special midnight blessing time~
Lucien: [chuckles] And what blessing are you going to give me?
He wraps his arm around my waist, allowing me to sit on his lap.
His deep pupils dive into the depths of my eyes along our pressed foreheads, and even our breaths become intimate.
MC: Hmm... Midnight blessings mark the beginning of your birthday, so I'll start by wishing you... to be yourself on this day.
His pupils briefly contract, and it seems like even his breath has slowed down a bit.
MC: Usually, we often do things we don't particularly like for various reasons.
MC: Whether it's playing a role or fulfilling responsibilities, life is often filled with many “have to's”.
MC: But the privilege of a birthday means that today, you are the most important person in the world.
MC: So, on this day, do everything you want to do and be as comfortable as you can be.
MC: That's my midnight blessing.
The candlelight light is long, silently enveloping both of us and turning this small space into the whole world.
Lucien: (whispers hoarsely) Then I'll accept it.
His warm breath touches my lips, lingering into the first long trailing note of a wish.
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After he blows out the candle and finishes the cake, I follow his wish and nestle into Lucien's embrace.
I occasionally use my gaze to trace his face. Although I don't know what he's busy with, I'm happy to spend every moment with him.
Spending it in silence is fine too.
Lucien: Several student papers that I was helping to mentor were sent over just in time. I'll finish them quickly.
MC: Take your time reading them~ This way, I'm also absorbing the essence of wisdom.
He arches his eyebrows, leans against my head, and then shifts his gaze back to the screen.
The mouse wheel sound bears witness to the continuously flipped text, and suddenly, I detect a brief moment of silence.
Lucien appears to have no reaction. His gaze is lingering and seems to have also frozen in this moment.
Did he encounter any problems?
I tilt my head and find the cursor paused beside a cited reference, flickering silently.
An obscure and minuscule string of English appears in the lower corner, with only "1996.98~99" discernible.
Lucien: MC.
MC: Lucien?
Our simultaneous saying left me momentarily stunned, and he seemed to be surprised as well. The hold around my waist tightened imperceptibly.
MC: What's wrong?
Lucien: (tenderly) Nothing, I just wanted to call your name.
Lucien: In order to give you my undivided time for the next two days, I just need a little more time.
Lucien: (softly) You go ahead and sleep.
MC: (smiles) Don't stay up too late then.
With a familiar warmth beside me, I don't say much. I simply raise my head and lightly peck his lips, only to realize that he hasn't let go of my hand.
Lucien: Just stay by my side, I'll take care of getting you back into bed with me.
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When the alarm clock goes off, I sleepily roll over and discover that the other side of the bed is empty.
The hour hand has just pointed to six o'clock, and I shake off my drowsiness, getting up to search for Lucien's figure.
MC: Did he leave this early? There isn't anything urgent at the research institute, is there…
I'm contemplating whether to send him a message when the door is pushed open.
Lucien is uncharacteristically dressed formally, and I wonder how long he's been outside as he's covered in the chilly air of early autumn.
He probably doesn't expect me to wake up so early, but he just stands there indifferently.
It's as if he's stripped away all emotions and turned into a blank slate in human form.
Somehow, I don't ask him where he went. Instead, I walk over and instinctively take hold of his somewhat stiff and cold hand, placing it against my own face.
MC: Why didn't you wear a scarf? Come here quickly-
Before I can finish speaking, he envelops me in his embrace.
It's an incredibly tight embrace.
Lucien doesn't say anything, yet it's as if he's telling me something.
I simply tighten my hug, letting this silence continue.
The chill fades away as if bidding farewell, and the person in my embrace slowly opens his mouth.
Lucien: (quietly) MC, I went to do something very important.
Lucien: It feels like I'm years late, but fortunately, nothing has changed.
I can't see Lucien's face at this moment, but I can only feel his voice, soft as if not wanting to disturb a certain tranquility.
Lucien: But because of this, I seem to have some new questions.
Lucien: Can you help me with these things I haven't quite figured out yet?
He speaks vaguely, yet there's a genuine sincerity in his words.
A vague idea forms in my mind, something that I can't pin down, but I don't want to put off either.
I gently brushed his bangs with my fingers and looked at him calmly.
MC: Of course, I'm willing to help. How do you want me to help you?
This question seems to have stumped Lucien. He ponders for a while and then smiles helplessly.
Lucien: I don't know either.
MC: Well, it's wonderful. The world has left you with a special puzzle on your birthday~
Lucien that's somewhat at a loss makes me unable to suppress my laugh.
MC: It's okay. After all, growing up doesn't necessarily mean always moving forward. I'll help you find the answers.
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I lead him into the living room, where the golden sunlight streams over the horizon, casting its glow upon us.
MC: But since student Lucien doesn't have a direction, I'll have to guide you in my own way, so you better cooperate with me.
Lucien: I'm more than willing, Teacher MC.
MC: Very well. First... let's start by filling our bellies!
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After eating, as Lucien places the suitcase in the trunk, I suddenly recall something and retrieve the car cooler from the storage room.
Lucien: It seems that Teacher MC is indeed well-prepared.
MC: Hehe, I must protect my main course well~
And this way, you can go wherever you want.
I don't want to impose any pressure on him, so I simply think to myself and smoothly take the driver's seat.
MC: Today, let me be the escort for the birthday star.
Lucien: What if I also wish for MC to enjoy herself?
MC: You can't use the blessings I gave you against me!
I laugh and pinch his nose. Before starting the car, I come up with a great idea.
MC: Let's play an old game.
Lucien: Aren't we supposed to go to the B&B you booked?
MC: We have plenty of time, so we can have some fun before heading to our destination.
MC: No need to rush, taking it slow is also good. It's also the birthday star's privilege.
Lucien: [chuckle] I can't help but want to be this willful birthday star every day now.
MC: In that case, I'm fully on board!
I grip the steering wheel with both hands, waiting for his response.
MC: So, what's the number in your mind?
Lucien: How about... 389?
MC: Got it!
I enter the number into the map app and, without any reservations, start the car towards the unfamiliar location 18 kilometers away.
I don't drive too fast along the way. Rather than rushing to the destination, it's more about enjoying the scenery along the route. I ask him for the next random number when we encounter red lights.
MC: When did they start repairing the bridge here?
Lucien: It seems they started construction last year, and judging by the progress, it should be completed within the next six months.
Lucien: I hadn't noticed that park over there before.
MC: I remember that this place used to be a lake?
Lucien: Mm, they probably redesigned the walkway, and it seems like cars aren't allowed in anymore.
With Lucien's various choices, we leisurely travel the road, watching this extremely familiar city give birth to new branches in unfamiliar corners.
Time has always been silent, seeping into every crevice, every building, every plant, and every person's face.
The city also seems to be growing up with us, shedding a certain part of itself and transforming into something more fresh and new.
And as Lucien and I walk through these changes together, it's hard to say whether I feel more nostalgia or anticipation.
Until the red light appears, I have no idea where I've driven us to.
In the unfamiliar scenery, warm light falls upon Lucien's face.
MC: Now, do you have any places you'd like to go or things you'd like to do?
This time, I didn't ask him for a random number but instead posed a question during this brief moment of silence.
Perhaps it's only after walking many paths that you'll discover the one you want to take.
The red light flickers and the countdown numbers slowly extend into his field of vision.
Lucien: I want to... look at the flowers.
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Under Lucien's guidance, we continued to drive for a while.
The unknown world gradually added familiar sights, and the road ahead also widened.
The road of the old street is wider than it was three years ago, as if it had been freshly paved with asphalt, shining brightly in the sunlight.
Heading uphill all the way, not far ahead, I can vaguely see a massive white building.
Unlike the last time, Lucien confidently directs the way this time—until we park in the parking lot next to the white building.
In the distance, the hills and fields are vibrant, and osmanthus flowers dance silently in the wind like tiny specks of light.
They complement this massive white building, radiating splendid beauty, which makes my eyes well up with emotion.
It turns out that something new has already bloomed on that empty lot.
MC: So, this hospital has already been built…
Lucien: Um, it will officially open to the public in a few months.
Lucien shows no intention of getting out of the car and calmly gazes ahead.
I also follow his gaze. The hospital is surrounded by hills and forests, and we listen to the distant chirping of insects, telling the secrets of the wilderness.
The wind rustles through the leaves, and the lush greenery and deep red hues cast beautiful light and shadow under the sunlight.
MC: Were these trees here before?
Lucien: I believe they were also transplanted here in the past two years.
I lean against the steering wheel, looking at the scenery in front of me that is entirely different from what I remember, and I can't help but not know how to describe my feelings.
MC: Can a hospital be built so quickly?
Lucien: Of course, it's even faster since this hospital is a crucial project for expanding clinical teaching bases in Loveland City.
He said it naturally, causing my gaze to unconsciously shift back at him.
Perhaps my gaze is too probing, so Lucien casually slumps down on the right side of the dashboard.
Lucien: Actually, I've been here a few times before due to work reasons.
Lucien: While their primary research focus is orthopedics, they also want to incorporate related studies in neuroscience to treat more complex and critical diseases.
Lucien: That's why the hospital director approached me for a collaboration.
MC: You surely agreed, right?
Lucien: Do I appear so easy to persuade?
MC: You're far from being easy to persuade.
I reach out and gently caress his cheek that's nestled between his arms.
MC: (smiles softly) It's clear to me that you've always known what you want to do.
In the sunlight, Lucien seems to smile more comfortably. He nuzzles my palm, bringing himself closer to me.
Lucien: Although they are still lacking in clinical expertise in neuroscience, Lucien's Bioscience Research Center has already signed an agreement with this hospital.
Lucien: I will provide them with the necessary research theoretical support.
Lucien: However, to bridge some gaps, I recommended one of my former classmates from my doctoral program to them. Whether they can persuade him to join depends on the efforts of the hospital director.
Lucien appears nonchalant, but I can hear so much sentiment in his words.
It's Lucien's own research institute that concluded the collaboration, and even though he's aware of the shortcomings on the other side, he still chose to cooperate.
He probably unconsciously hopes that the things that are growing anew on that land will turn into something even more beautiful.
Perhaps because I've been staring at him, Lucien seems to have also understood the unspoken words I haven't uttered.
Lucien: The reason I agreed may be because, at some moment, I felt like I had touched upon a coincidence called fate.
MC: Should scientists believe in these things?
Lucien: [chuckle] It's needed once in a while.
We can't help but laugh together.
MC: How about we get down and go for a walk?
MC: Perhaps fate has other words to speak within this coincidence.
While that's what I'm saying, I actually don't know what else fate might have to say.
We don't enter the hospital; instead, we aimlessly stroll around.
That empty lot is no longer just a distant memory, nor does it remain stagnant in its place.
We walk up the hill and see a slightly small but uniquely looking shop by the side of the side road.
It quietly nestled amidst the woods directly facing the hospital, the rich aroma of coffee blending gently with the scent of fresh grass.
MC: This shop is also new, right?
Lucien: Indeed, I didn't expect a new coffee shop to open here.
Our gazes collide, and in each other's eyes, we see the same expectation.
MC: Let's go check it out then!
The simple and elegant decor made the whole café look clean and bright.
There's only one owner in the store, even though it's not yet opening time, she warmly welcomed us.
Owner: I didn't expect to have customers at this time.
Owner: The sunshine is lovely today. Why don't you two sit over here and enjoy the beautiful scenery?
She says as she leads us to a floor-to-ceiling window on the south side. Looking at the scene in front of me, I unconsciously hold my breath.
Emerald green, golden yellow, and crimson red – time unfolds the colors it has painted to depict life in front of this window.
It's as if the four seasons silently cycle, but at this moment, it kindly extends all of its vistas, leaving the shadow of time here.
Owner: Not far away, they've built a new hospital, and it seems the director is very environmentally conscious as they've planted many trees in the vicinity.
Owner: Looking out of this window, there are two very special trees, and I observe that only during this season of the year is there such a unique view.
MC: ...It's really beautiful, thank you for your recommendation!
After thanking the boss, we're sitting in front of that window.
Lucien gazes out of the window, slightly lost in thought. The colorful light and shadows fall delicately on him, as if embracing him, sinking him into the shade of the trees.
MC: I wonder if this place is directly facing the window where the little boy used to be.
He pauses for a moment and looks at me amidst the gorgeous display.
MC: At this moment, can we also see the four seasons in his eyes when he looks outside the window?
Lucien: (smiles while looking away) Probably so.
Lucien: After all, it's what has grown anew on this land.
His voice is heavy and resolute.
MC: That's wonderful.
Lucien: Hmm?
MC: They are so beautiful, it's truly wonderful.
Memories are now distant and unattainable, but they still remain here. And in such a birthplace, all the beauty that has grown is so delightful.
MC: Perhaps this painting-like scenery is also a gift from fate to you.
Beneath the play of light and shadow, the girl's face is filled with the colors of sunshine, and she smiles warmly.
Lucien always feels that the emotions that he couldn't figure out the answer to seem to open a small crack, allowing even more indescribable feelings to pour out.
When discussing the collaboration compensation, he proposed donating two trees in the name of the research institute as a partial substitute for the hiring fee.
At every moment when he came here alone, he could clearly feel the spreading branches and twigs.
Perhaps, the meaning of time lies in the fact that nothing stays in one place, and this is also a form of trace and continuity.
It's just that, some changes would be better if they happened slower.
He always selfishly thinks this way.
Lucien: Probably... it really is a gift, isn't it?
Lucien: However, there may be more to it than just fate.
The colorful world is distant yet clear, all frozen in the eyes.
Because of you, I can see the traces of time so clearly.
It turns out that everything has passed for so long, long enough that I'm almost forgetting the name of this feeling.
It turns out that on a day like this, I'm allowed to have both loneliness and warmth at the same time.
It turns out that what I felt was sadness.
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=Flashback Start=
The cemetery in the early morning is dark and solemn, with only a few stars twinkling in the sky.
The streets at four o'clock were too deserted, so Lucien bought a particularly simple bouquet of flowers from a newly opened stall at the door.
He passed through the freshly painted iron gate and walked slowly along the gravel path.
The paper's reference seemed to pull him into the light and shadow of time that he couldn't speak or think of yet also couldn't forget.
There were always two busy figures, always smiling with their eyes forever gazing into the distance.
These long-ago scenes that feel more like yesterday are strangling his breath and cutting open his wound today.
The time devoured by enduring anxieties of emptiness returns in its entirety today, as it does on all other 'todays'.
Some kind of longing dug into the wound, causing him to suddenly pause before tucking the girl in his arms into the quilt.
He pondered for a long time, and in the end, he decided to put on a suit.
That period of time was like this road, neither long nor short, but he spent many years on it.
Lucien stopped before the graves, gazing at the familiar names on it, and heaved a long sigh.
What should he say? He didn't know.
He simply gently placed the flowers down and reached out to touch the name on the tombstone.
The dust had settled in the gaps, and he cleaned it meticulously, even those stubborn stains were carefully wiped away.
He silently gazed at those two clean names, looking at them again and again.
Lucien: I seem to... miss both of you.
Today belongs to both of you, yet it also feels like it belongs to me.
When I abandon my name, I can treat it as a day that only belongs to me.
Now that I stand before you, does it mean that the distant past has slowly arrived at my side?
When I leave, the time left for you both will come to an end, and the time ahead should be reserved for her, or maybe for the me who's blessed by you.
Is that okay?
Lucien knew that no one would provide him with an answer. He simply sat there, no longer dwelling on anything.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, until the slowly approaching light from the distance began to illuminate him.
=Flashback End=
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MC: You can open your eyes now!
Lucien opens his eyes under my guidance, and I happen to collect the last decoration.
Lucien: The issues troubling me seem to have somewhat disrupted your preparations.
MC: That's not entirely true.
Noticing that Lucien has picked up on some clues, I place the cake on the small couch and pull him down to sit.
MC: No matter how grand the birthday celebration is or how it is celebrated, the focus should be on the person who is celebrating it.
MC: You are the most important.
MC: Everything I've done is simply in the hope that they can appear more fittingly before you.
The warm light falls on the small arched couch, enclosing our figures leaning against the glass within it.
Outside, it started raining at some point, the raindrops hitting gently against the window. Much like the indescribable feelings, the world was shrouded in a misty haze.
Lucien: It feels like we're inside an egg here.
MC: Right? I think so too.
MC: So, let's just imagine we've briefly returned to the state before venturing into the human world and taking a rest here.
Lucien: Hmm, what's outside the window then?
MC: Outside the window is the place we'll go to.
MC: It might rain today, it might be clear tomorrow, or there might be a sandstorm.
MC: Every day, the weather will be different, there will be many sad things, and there will also be many happy moments.
Lucien: Can sadness and happiness... exist at the same time?
MC: Of course they can.
MC: Because they are both important to you.
I gently stroke his brow and gaze deeper into him through those eyes filled with emotions.
Lucien: (in the most fragile tone you ever hear-) ….Then, can you hug me?
I don't speak; instead, I answer him with my actions.
Perhaps I had also waited for a long time, waiting for him to come to me, letting me accompany him and giving me the right to comfort him.
Lucien: I went to meet some very important people today.
MC: Um.
Lucien: I miss them very much.
MC: Mm.
Lucien: But I feel happy again because of you.
I bite my lower lip hard and feel my eyes slightly welling up.
Lucien: I don't know how to handle these emotions, but I also feel a bit childish like this.
MC: I don't think so. I really like you just the way you are now.
MC: Being candid and clumsy, like a child without any worries. It's a kind of growth for you too.
Lucien: But today is obviously my birthday, isn't?
MC: It's precisely because today is your birthday that you can be like this.
I can't help but hug him even tighter.
MC: Sometimes, I feel as if we're growing up like layers of an onion, with each year wrapped around the last.
MC: Even though you're growing older, you still have all the previous ages you've been.
MC: You are also the 26-year-old Lucien, the 20-year-old Lucien, the 18-year-old Lucien, the 14-year-old Lucien – you are every version of yourself from different time periods.
MC: So, you can think rationally, but you can also be indifferent; you can be passionate, yet feel discouraged at times.
MC: When we grow up, we don't abandon ourselves. Every version of you from the past is still within your heart.
MC: You will see them, comfort them, and accept them.
Behind me, Lucien is silent, but the slightly tightened arms seem to quietly reveal something.
MC: What did the ten-year-old Lucien do today?
Lucien: Mm... I read a very special book.
MC: And what about the fourteen-year-old Lucien?
Lucien: I went to Venice, took photos at the Bridge of Sighs, and accidentally dropped my camera.
MC: Hmm, and what about when you were seventeen?
Lucien: Spent an entire night in my own independent laboratory.
MC: Wow, you! You didn't pull an all-nighter at twenty as well, did you?
Lucien: When I was twenty… I was given a graduation ceremony that I think is a bit special now.
MC: And what about you today?
He slowly lifts his head, his soft fingertips caressing my cheek.
Lucien: I went to meet important people
Lucien: And returned to your side.
MC: So you see, today may be your birthday, but it's also a special book day and a day for a bit of luck to escape.
MC: It can be an all-nighter day or a day for sleep. It's your graduation ceremony, and it's also the day of your important people.
MC: It doesn't just belong to happiness, it simply belongs to you.
MC: Happy birthday, Lucien. You don't have to be just happy.
The droplet on the glass window reflects the candlelight, resembling burning osmanthus petals as if time itself has paused by our side.
Lucien finally smiles, his eyes sparkling.
Lucien: I think, I know what wish to make now.
He wraps my hands together in his and looks at the candlelight.
It seems like he's saying a lot of wishes, and only after a while does he rest his forehead against mine.
MC: I hope all your wishes come true.
Lucien: Well, this Miss will have to work hard because it's not just from the present me.
Lucien: I just took the opportunity to make up for all those days I forgot to make wishes.
MC: Right now, I feel like I'm accompanying the past you.
MC: Would you call me silly for feeling this way?
Lucien: (whispers softly) Of course not.
His warm lips gently cover mine, devout and solemn.
Lucien: Furthermore, for the future me, the present is my past.
At the moment the candles were blown out, the sound of fireworks bursting in the distance could be heard. Colorful fireworks exploded outside the window, decorating the night sky.
It turns out that the rain had silently stopped at some point.
Lucien: It looks like there will be fireworks outside the window.
MC: It's welcoming you.
At this moment, there are less than 10 minutes left until the end of Lucien's birthday.
I grab his hand and run out of the B&B, running onto the street.
The street scene is incredibly lively, and for some reason, the celebratory fireworks keep lighting up the night sky, leaving colorful streaks in their wake.
Pedestrians pause for a moment, and I hold Lucien's hand. We walk through the crowd and I excitedly turn back to him.
MC: Lucien, it's wonderful that you came into this world.
MC: Thank you for coming into this world, thank you for coming to my side.
Another burst of fireworks soars into the sky, and the world is so beautiful, as if gathering all the colors of this moment into his eyes.
All the accumulated emotions are like the fireworks at this moment, making him vibrant and alive.
I see him take my hand and wrap his other arm around my waist.
Perhaps this isn't even a dance, we're just embracing each other and spinning around while laughing.
It seems like only the two of us exist in the world.
Lucien: MC.
I hear him calling my name.
Lucien: Thank you, for giving me this beautiful world as a present.
MC: Then I hope even more that whether I participate in your world or not, you will have the beauty of the whole world.
Lucien: Don't worry.
Lucien's eyes are filled with a smile, and the lamp's warm glow makes him look incredibly bright.
Lucien: All my time is as dazzling as you.
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[Phone Call- coming soon]
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[Lux's small rambling corner]
Dying rn after two sleepless nights, so I'll say a little for now and will add more after resting for some days orz. But really, I think what makes this date good can be felt with heart. Every single sentence is golden and worth to be screaming about hnghhh.
Where should I start??? Everything about this date feels perfect. I don't even know where to begin🥹 I genuinely think this one is his best birthday date. The pay of years' worth of build-up and the metaphors are perfect, and GOD, how this date consists of everything that makes them unique and lovable to me.
I didn't anticipate that the writers would skillfully weave together past birthday dates on this occasion. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if this marks the final instance centered around the theme of the past self. Embracing every version of your past self that makes up 'you' is truly a fitting conclusion.
It's INSANE how his writers are able to build up the whole thing over the span of 6 YEARS like??? The way his change and growth happen little by little as we accompany him in those years, watching him now just being himself, frankly expressing his emotions and longing, and taking the initiative to be vulnerable for the first time, I can't help but feel emotional sob sob. Trust me, I CRIED the first time I read that part when he asked for a hug. We've seen him being vulnerable before, but him being the one who takes the initiative is an entirely different matter. I mean, Lucien????? the same guy that says he's okay when he got heatstroke???/hj.
Anyway, with each birthday, Lucien seems to discover something new. Like last year when he finally found a place that can be called home, this year, what he found was the loneliness and sadness from the past that he hid so deeply because he just didn't understand and had no time to deal with it. After his parents' death he give himself a new name and abandoned his old one. Like cutting off his past memories, put them in small box, locking them and hid them. Back then, he probably thought that he would never open that 'box' again and he would eventually forget its existence. But every time he get reminded of them, like in this date when he saw their names in reference he'd see the key of that 'box', reminding him of its existence.
Now, because of his encounter with her, he is gradually able to slow down, slowly understand his feelings and emotions. And so, he finally opened that 'box', went to the cemetery to see his parents and clumsily told them what he unconsciously always wanted to say, letting years of sadness and missing from losing them filled him. With this, he also slowly accept his every past self.
Like the fireworks after the long rain, his present self is alive and vibrant. Be it sadness or happiness, Lucien, I'm glad that now you can experience and accept both.
#he never take initiative to be vulnerable so when he did in this date I-#GENUINELY this is my fav birthday date like ever?#such a perfect pay off from YEARS worth of build up sob sob#mlqc lucien#mlqc#mr.love queen's choice#mlqc translation#mlqc cn#mlqc spoiler#Youtube
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𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉💋
𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓈𝓉𝒶
#the huntington#Shermine Huntington#ts4#date night#Lucien x Shermine#simblog#simblr#simspiration#ts4 simblr#the sims 4#sims4#ts4 rp#rp#ts4 interior
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Tales of the Fox & the Fawn - XIII
Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
Masterlist
Date Night
“Is this seat taken?”
Elain turned her head at the sound and gave the male a small smile. “Well, I’m waiting for my husband. Have you seen him? He’s pretty foxy — hard to miss him.”
“Foxy, huh?” the male replied with a grin. “It’s a shame you have a husband. I would’ve loved to buy you a drink.”
Her smile widened and Elain straightened in her seat. “By all means, buy me that drink. He doesn’t have to know.”
“You sure he wouldn’t mind?”
Her eyes flickered to the ring on his finger and she jerked her chin towards it. “Will your wife mind if you buy me a drink?”
The male looked at the ring and smirked. “I’m sure she won’t mind. But if I end up kissing you after that drink, we must not let anyone know.”
Elain gasped playfully. “You want to kiss me?”
“That I do. Your lips look very kissable.”
Elain bit said lip, holding back a grin then placed her hand gently over his. “My husband, he can’t ever know. It would just break his heart.”
“Oh, of course. My wife would be crushed.” he confirmed then pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. Elain giggled.
“And this is exactly why we stopped inviting you out for drinks.” Mor’s voice broke their conversation. “You two are so disgustingly annoying!”
Elain and Lucien’s heads turned to the three sitting beside them, Lucien’s lips still on her hand.
“To be fair, we didn’t know you guys would be here.” Elain said with a sheepish smile.
“Don’t be so mean, Morrigan. My wife and I like to play games.”
“Go play them somewhere where the rest of us don’t have to see it.” Cassian said with an eye roll as Azriel chuckled next to him.
“Nesta still ignoring you, Cassian?” Lucien asked with a smirk but Cassian only flipped him off.
“And we thought Rhys and Feyre were annoying, dear gods.” Mor said with a scoff, her eyes darting to where the High Lord and Lady were giggling in a corner as Elain slid onto Lucien’s lap.
“I want to be annoying with Nesta.” Cassian mumbled.
“You’re annoying all on your own, Cas.” Azriel confirmed with a pat to his shoulder and Cassian scowled at him as Mor laughed.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing, Mor. You’re annoying all on your own too, even more so when your little Winter Court friend pops in for a visit.”
Mor flushed and squinted at him. “Leave her out of this.”
“Leave her out of this.“ Cassian mimicked then stuck his tongue out and Mor snorted.
“Nesta told you not to touch the book she was reading. She had a surprise planned out for you with it and you ruined it.” Mor said. “Your fault.”
“I am aware.”
Elain and Lucien watched the two with amusement until Elain turned her head and met Lucien’s gaze instead and she gasped.
“Husband!”
“Wife.” he replied with raised brows.
“You’re here. Another male almost kissed me, you would’ve been furious.” she said with a playful pout. Lucien feigned shock.
“Can you believe it? Another female almost kissed me too. You would’ve been outraged, dove.”
“These people that can’t keep their hands to themselves! Whatever will we do?”
“I like it when you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” he said with a grin that Elain returned.
“I like it when you can’t keep your hands to yourself too.”
“No one wants to touch either of you, good gods.” Mor muttered, taking a sip of her drink.
“If you’re going to keep interrupting us, Morrigan, I’m going to have to ask you to move away.” Lucien replied.
“If you keep calling me Morrigan in that tone, I’m going to pour my drink on you.”
“If you two don’t play nice, I’m going to pour my drink on both of you.” Elain interjected.
“Can I pour my drink on both of them anyways?” Cassian added.
“Can you all just pretend to be civil so we don’t get kicked out?” Azriel said.
“We’re on a date here. You guys are ruining it.” Lucien said with a sigh.
“Is this the one where you guys pretend not to know each other and then fuck in the bathroom?” Cassian asked with a raised brow.
“That’s none of your business.” Elain replied, flushing but Lucien smirked.
“We’ve already done that at this bar.”
“Lucien!” Elain reprimanded, shoving him lightly while he laughed.
“What do you mean at this bar?” Mor asked then held up a hand. “Wait, no. I don't want to know. Elain — Lucien is a terrible influence on you.”
Elain laughed as Lucien shot Mor a reproachful look. “Did you hear that, husband? You’re a terrible influence.” she said, cupping his cheeks and he rolled his eyes.
“If only they knew the kind of influence you had.” Lucien replied and Elain flushed. “They wouldn’t think you’re so innocent then.”
Elain gave another playful gasp. “Don’t spread such lies! Or else I’ll find that strange male and have him kiss me!”
Lucien grinned. “You’d let a strange male kiss you when you have such a foxy husband willing to do so?”
“He’s not so foxy when he exposes our secrets like this.” Elain refuted.
“You both suck at being discreet in general.” Cassian said with a snort.
“Says the loud, giant oaf of an Illyrian.” Mor said with her own snort.
“Really Cassian, that’s rich coming from you.”
“Easy for you to say, Az. You can just disappear!”
“Even if I couldn’t, I’m still way more discreet than you.”
Elain met Lucien’s gaze then leaned into his ear and whispered, “Want to ditch them and go pretend to be strangers that make out under the stars?”
He grinned. “Do I ever.”
#elucien#elucien fanfics#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#acotar fanfiction#tales of the fox and the fawn#fic: ff#gfics#fic: date night
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I like to think that if Lucien could also read minds, he and Rhysand, as two guys who have known Tamlin longest, would have bonded immediately after Aramantha first laid out her curse over sharing the single deafening thought:
“I cannot fucking believe that the ENTIRE FATE of the entire fucking KNOWN WORLD depends on THIS GUY, developing people skills and a sense of emotional intelligence some time in the next 50 years.”
Lucien has a whole ass job because of how bad with people Tamlin is and Rhys straight out says he taught Tamlin about women. Of everyone in that room these are the two most aware of how singularly fucked they are by the terms of this curse.
#I think it could have been a bonding moment is all#actor#acotar funny#from Lucien’s POV the entire first novel is watching your best friend systematically fuck up the most important set of dates in history#also crossing your fingers and hoping the traumatized 19 year old has a thing for tall emotionally repressed blondes#book 2 is finding out she does not#book 3 is discovering you don’t either#lucien vanserra#rhysand#rhys acotar#feyre acotar#Feyre#feyre archeron#rhys x feyre#tamlin#Amarantha unironically nailed the terms on that curse TBH#10/10 cursing accuracy#amarantha#Lucien is basically standing over Feyres shoulder with conversation cue cards for Tamlin for 3/4 of a novel#Tamlin is still doing it wrong in spite of this#Rhys’ grand plan is to make Tamlin as furious as possible and then clear the blast zone and that’s also hilarious when I think about it#there’s an AU where Rhys and the IC are backstage at the mansion like reverse Lumiere trying to push the romance along#for the good of the people#you can’t tell me the IC would not consider that a valid plan to get rid of Aramantha
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