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red hot handprints
(dom!lucien x sub!reader)
rating: NSFW/18+
warnings: pet names (my love/little minx), spanking (f.receiving), light restraint, sub space, and mild foot play
a/n: so I wrote this whole thing like two nights ago… then, my phone died and it fucking disappeared!?! 😡 after calming myself down, 😇 I resolved to rewrite it. Lucien’s hands must be so warm, and I just have a feeling that he would love the look of his handprints on your ass… 🤭 i hope you enjoy! much love 🤍! 🫶🏻
summary: fed up with Lucien ignoring you, you decide to take matters into your own hands which quickly results with you bent over his lap… enduring the wrath of his red hot hands.
Those luscious, red locks… captivating eyes, one russet and one gold… beautifully scarred face… mouth-watering, golden-brown skin. You had been wanting Lucien all day, each glimpse of him leaving your cheeks flushed and the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as he went about his busy schedule. The quick kisses and lingering touches he granted you throughout the day keeping you uncomfortably warm, longing for the moment the two of you could retire to your bedroom for the night, truly having him all to yourself.
However, the moment you two were alone, Lucien had other plans. He had promised to only spend at most thirty minutes finishing up his paperwork, but, for the past hour he has been ignoring your pleas for attention. Hunched over his desk, not even deigning to turn himself around to give you a glance.
Utterly restless, you couldn’t even distract yourself by reading the romance novel you were currently obsessed with. Slowly, the seed of frustration within your chest sprouted roots, making you bolder as you grew needier and needier. As a last resort, you decided to take matters into your own hands, becoming desperate enough to do the one thing you have never needed to do since you’ve been with Lucien… the one thing Lucien has told you countless times would result in you bent over his lap.
“If you think that I can’t see where your hands are going, then you are sadly mistaken, my love,” Lucien’s gruff voice drawls, sending a shiver down your spine as your hand descends towards the hem of your lacy, pink nightgown. Of course, you already knew he would be able to sense the destination of your hand, ever perceptive of your every move.
Ignoring his warning, your hand continues it’s path.
“(Y/n), you better not…” his words falling on deaf ears.
“But you won’t touch me-” you begin to whine, hoping to coax him away from that desk, only to be interrupted.
“My love, give me ten more minutes and I promise you can have me all to yourself,” he exasperates, head finally turning towards you sprawled on the bed, tired eyes darkening as he takes in the scrap of lace barely concealing your body from his roaming eyes. Arching a perfectly sculpted eye brow, he asks, “do you think you can do that for me?”.
You shake your head in defiance, pouting, growing beyond frustrated. The scent of your arousal permeating the room, you could tell the exact moment your heady musk reaches him. His nostrils flaring, jaw clenching slightly while the grip on his pen tightens. His faltering restraint emboldening you to make the final move. You lift the hem of your nightgown up to your belly, exposing your glistening core to his hungry eyes.
“Either you touch me, or I’ll touch myself,” you declare, spreading your legs wide, beginning to trace your fingertips along your inner thighs. A mischievous glint lighting up in your eyes, testing his limits.
“You little minx,” he snarls with amusement, closing the distance between the two of you swiftly. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself face down, bent over his lap, bare ass on display for his eyes to feast upon. Putting up a little fight, you try and wriggle yourself out of his grasp. Chuckling lightly, he pushes you back down on the bed with ease. Your heart rate accelerating as you feel him fastening both your hands with one of his behind your back. Your belly tightens, silently loving the mild restraint.
You feel a large, hot hand stroking the skin along the back of your thighs all the way up to your plump cheeks, preparing you for the punishment you are bound to receive. Squealing, his lips pepper kisses along your sensitive lower back, sucking lightly as he parts with a hum in appreciation.
“So needy, so impatient,” he muses, kneading the soft flesh. Goosebumps erupting as he gives your ass a light, affectionate swat.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… trying to touch yourself right in front of me…” he tuts, “so bold,” he adds, nipping your ass with his teeth. You hiss at the slight pain, your body tensing, left leg kicking up at the knee. With preternatural reflexes, his hand shoots out, catching your foot in a tight grip, thumb pressing into the sole. You giggle, squirming on his lap, fighting against the ticklish sensation, thumb now starting to draw circles. Gripping his hand tighter, nails digging into his skin, pleas fall from your lips. Begging for him to relinquish his torture. Finally taking mercy on you, he stops the motion, planting a kiss to the spot his thumb was. Leaving you trying to catch your breath, tears lining your eyes from laughing so hard.
“And, you know what happens when you are bold…” he chides, mumbling against your foot, voice taking on a gravelly tone laced with arousal. You practically scream, mouth falling open silently when you feel his hot, wet tongue dip out. Tracing from your heel to the tip of your big toe. With the final flick of his tongue, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, tears swelling. As the tension leaves your body, the ache in your core becomes more pronounced… and absolutely unbearable.
“Please, just spank me already,” you half plead, half demand, voice cracking. Pushing your bottom up into the cup of his hand while unsuccessfully trying to turn yourself around to catch a glance of the gorgeous male.
“Hmmm, my poor little minx can’t even handle a little tickling…,” Lucien teases, lips quirking upward, clearly enjoying your helpless, needy state.
He lands a light swat on your left cheek causing you to jump. You hum out in appreciation, relishing in the burning sensation. His hot hand soothing the light sting.
Tears finally falling in relief, you whimper out, “more please.”
“Alright, alright, my love… how many do you want?” Lucien concedes.
“H-how ever m-many you w-want…,” you stutter out through small gasps, clearly worked up as Lucien’s long fingers dip into the wetness between your legs.
“Let’s see how many spanks it takes to make your perfect ass redder than my hair,” he purrs, your core clenching at his lewd words. Wetness leaking down your folds, mostly likely dripping onto the bedsheets. Smelling your rush of arousal, Lucien’s growl echoes throughout the room. Squirming in anticipation, you bite your lip as you rub against his hard bulge hearing him hiss out at the friction.
“Count for me, my love.”
Smack!
Jumping at the burning sensation, your brows furrowing as your cheeks clench momentarily. You whimper out softly, “one.”
Smack! Smack!
Hissing when he plants two successive spanks on the same area, just below your left ass cheek.
“Gods… your ass is already turning pink,” he muses, “so fucking adorable.”
Lucien’s hand practically dwarfing your left thigh, palm resting on the back as his long fingers splayed on the curve of your inner thigh, pointer finger gliding through the wetness along the seam of your folds.
“Three!” you moan out when the tip of his finger circles around your swollen bud gently, avoiding the most sensitive part of you. Too soon, his hand leaves your core.
You feel the rush of air before the strike of his hand this time, tensing prematurely.
SMACK!
Breath hitching in your throat, a groan escapes your lips. More guttural than any noise you’ve made tonight. Your bottom burning from the harsh force of the spank.
“F-four,” mewling, you can’t help the hiccup that erupts.
“Good little minx,” Lucien praises, rewarding you by releasing your arms from the strained position they were in. Sighing in relief, he helps you place your arms underneath your head, dropping kisses along the length of your spine. Melting into his touch, you hum in appreciation. Once he arrives at your tailbone, your short reprieve is over.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Left, right, left. Reeling at the assault, your hands instinctively grip the bedsheets. Thighs squeezing shut, eyes closing. Lost in the overwhelming sensation. The sensitive skin left burning, as your mind is slightly fuzzy.
“How many?” his voice seems muffled, like he’s far away. Too far away. Able to prop yourself up and turn to face him, your pink, tear-stained cheeks make his chest pull taught. With wide eyes peering up at him, you beg, “kiss, please,” softly.
“How many, my love?” he repeats himself, hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs wiping away your tears.
Blinking up at him, your brows furrow adorably, trying to remember what number you were on and how many spanks you needed to add.
“Six?” you guess.
He presses a kiss to your forehead, “seven,” he corrects affectionately, smirking to himself at your worked up state.
Pouting out your bottom lip, Lucien lowers his head to capture your bottom lip, tugging lightly. Your lips part automatically, inviting him inside. Tongue dipping into your mouth briefly, tasting you.
Too soon for your liking, he pulls away, glancing back at your ass. Chuckling lightly, he gives you another peck.
“Well, my love, it only took seven spanks…”, he drawls as his hand traces the curve of your spine, down, down, down to your raw cheeks, “to get your perfect little ass redder than my hair,” he graces each cheek with a light peck, almost apologetically, making you shudder.
“Sorry for ignoring you, my love. There’s no excuse for leaving you feeling so neglected that you need to touch yourself,” he admits, voice taking on a sincere tone, maneuvering you to lay on your stomach, head resting on a pillow.
“S’okay,” you mumble out, eyes closes shut from exhaustion. His limbs wrapping around you, cocooning you in his embrace. Breathing in his comforting scent of fallen leaves and rich oak, you sigh in content. Completely sated, you savor the feeling of being in his arms.
“Although, I do have to say… I quite like how your ass looks when it’s painted with my red, hot handprints,” he purrs into your ear, leaving a lingering kiss to your temple.
(thanks for reading this far! show your support if you enjoyed! much love 🤍!)
#acotar smut#a court of frost and starlight#a court of silver flames#a court of thorns and roses#a court of war and ruin#acotar#acotar fandom#much love 🤍#lucien vanserra#Lucien vanserra smut#lucien vanserra x reader#eris vanserra#eris loves peach#lucien loves peach too#acotar fanfiction#acotar imagine#acotar drabble
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Acotar Men Fic Recs
** Updated 09/02/2024 **
I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry
Azriel (drabbles)
@gothicbabydollz
az spitting in your mouth - smut
@princess-tulip-writes
az pleasuring his mate with truthteller - smut, big fan of truthteller
@fieldofdaisiies
azriel... - fluff, smut
azriel's hands - fluff, smut
Rhysand
@azsazz
dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au
the lord's work - smut
if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader
just hold on - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass
what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader
@tadpolesonalgae
mine - smut, check warnings!
knocked up - smut
vampire!rhysand drabble - smut
professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut
soothing - fluff, aftercare
@leafsandstarlight
easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut
@azrielbrainrot
my body keeps saying it's yours - smut
@writingsbychlo
home to us - fluff
rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?
@azrielscrown
mirror mirror - smut
daylight - fluff
@acourtofwhatthefuck
shrinking violet - smut
@shadowdaddies
if i catch you i fuck you - smut
Cassian
@azsazz
mirror mirror - smut
take it - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
@tadpolesonalgae
on the strategy board - smut
pools of sunlight - fluff
@leafsandstarlight
halley's comet - angst, smut
@princess-tulip-writes
drabble - smut - az x cass x reader
Eris
@acourtofmenandthirst
runaway - angst, smut
fox hunting - smut
closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au
smut blurb
smut blurb II
@leafsandstarlight
destiny's battleground - angst, smut
my lovely throne - smut
despite our differences - angst, smut, series
the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris
@tadpolesonalgae
servitude - smut
thumb prints - smut
@serpentandlily
sly fox, dumb bunny - series
@azsazz
the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut
soul on fire - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
@azrielbrainrot
fire on fire - angst?
@gothicbabydollz
riding eris' face - smut, drabble
riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble
@honeybeefae
cauldron fated - angst, smut
@princess-tulip-writes
making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble
praise kink eris - smut, drabble
Lucien
@tadpolesonalgae
solecist night - smut
@acourtofwhatthefuck
yell at me again - smut
personal problem - smut
the moon on a string - fluff
@princess-tulip-writes
drabble - smut
drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)
@gothicbabydollz
dom lucien - smut, human!reader
Helion
@leafsandstarlight
a high lord's scholar - fluff
@tadpolesonalgae
new mechanisms - smut
sweet like peaches - smut
#azriel smut#azriel x reader#rhysand smut#rhysand x reader#rhys x reader#cassian x reader#cassian smut#eris vanserra x reader#eris vanserra smut#eris x reader#lucien vanserra smut#lucien vanserra x reader#helion x reader#helion smut
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Headcannons? Headcannons.
Because sjm has fked up too much and im here to give the characters some justice. No beta, we die like rhysand (at least in my dreams)
Part 1 Part2
Nesta Archeron
Antis dni
Her favorite season is autumn. You can't change my mind. She likes the gloomy weather, the rain pitter-pattering against her window, and if there is a good book in her hand and a cup of tea? That's heaven.
She also likes math. Her mother's prepared her to lie and manipulate people for her benefit, taught her that anyone would be willing to lie. But unlike the words, numbers never lied to her.
SHE. BLUSHES. EASILY. One time Emerie commented on how much she appreciated Nesta as a friend and Nesta just went red all over. Cheeks, neck shoulders and all.
Nesta doesn't like coffee. She does, however, like tea.
Her eyes aren't actually blue, they're grey with flecks of blue in the centre. Sometimes when she is in the sun, Nesta's eyes look blue but they're grey.
Nesta meets up with Gwyn and Emerie every Saturday evening to have a nice dinner and sometimes even drink and do stupid shit.
One time they were all so drunk that they forgot how to open the next bottle of really expensive wine so Gwyn being Gwyn got a hammer and just... hammered it? Anyway, the bottle was smashed to shit and they were all kicked out of the restaurant for causing 'ruckus'.
If Saturdays are reserved for her girlies, Nesta has reserved her Wednesdays for Lucien. After everything, I genuinely believe these two got so close that Nesta considers him more of a brother than rhysand.
Nesta is strangely good with animals. Every time she comes across a street dog or a street cat, they rub themselves against her legs and try to get her to pet them. One time she visited a farm in The human lands, a cow tried to lick her face like ten times.
She has a British accent. I just imagine this woman pronouncing chewsday and wotah and being the most extra when it comes to words.
She absolutely hates peaches and bananas. Something about the texture and the color just sets her off. She could never fighyre out why.
This woman is pansexual, love shouldn't have a gender and this woman is a strong believer of that. Goes by she/her pronouns.
Nesta can't draw or sing, but she is amazing at composing music, especially violin and piano.
Nesta can hold her alcohol really well. She's friends with one of the middle-aged tavern owner and sometimes they hold a drinking contest with Gwyn and Emerie cheering her by. She wins almost every time. The tavern owner hates loosing, but this woman was pretty fucking amazing and it's good for his business. So, he figured why not?
Nesta eventually leaves the night court for the day court. The books, the knowledge, the weather— it's all amazing and she likes Helion a lot more than rhysie.
#nesta archeron#acotar#nesta x gwyn x emerie#gwyneth berdara#emerie#pro lucien vanserra#pro nesta archeron#anti sjm#anti rhysand
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I was going through my drafts and I came across this:
(Serafina = the Lady of Autumn)
Serafina walked out of her closet just in time to catch sight of her daughter trying to climb over the railing around the ground floor patio. The clouds were limned with shades of peach and carnelian above the swaying green cypress trees lining the paths of the High Lady’s garden. She crossed the room in long strides and caught the five-year-old around the waist as she tried to swing a leg over the carved limestone.
“Oriana, your father has warded the stable. Don’t even think about running away and getting Meallan’s hair all over your new dress.” She brushed off Oriana’s skirts, thankful she had chosen a dark cobalt that wouldn’t show stains easily.
“Remember, darling, we said you could come to the party as long as you listen to what we tell you.” She took her daughter’s hands, kneeling to look into the child's eyes—the same brilliant gold as her father’s.
“Yes, mama,” Oriana sighed with a pout.
“You know she broke through those wards the other week to try and stow away on the chariot when I took the new colts out for the first time?” A voice like the brightest sunlight drawled from the doorway.
“Luci!” Oriana squealed delightedly, dashing over to her older brother and launching herself at him.
“Oof!” Lucien made an exaggerated sound as crashed against him. “Did you get taller since yesterday?”
“Yes,” she declared. “I’m going to be as tall as you and papa someday.”
“You can be whatever you want Ori,” Lucien beamed as the little girl traced her fingers over the golden circlet of engraved suns resting across his brow.
“Do I get to wear my crown tonight too?”
Serafina smiled at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “Yes you do, brightheart. Shall we go get it?”
Oriana nodded excitedly, setting her mass of dark auburn curls bouncing. “Let’s go get my crown!” She pointed towards the door.
Lucien chuckled, “your wish is my command, lady.”
It's an Elucien fic set 25 years post-canon. The premise is that, shortly after acosf, they basically agreed to ignore the bond and go about their lives. Elain becomes an emissary and travels. During the war against Koschei et. al. Lucien learns about his parentage, Beron get's got. The war ends. Serafina and Helion reunite and fall back in love. Lucien eventually decides to accept being Helion's heir. AND he and Elain accidentally become pen-pals for about a decade before they fall out of contact. Five years after said loss of contact, this fic begins 👀
#elucien#fic ideas#idk#what do we think#i wrote this back in june#elain x lucien#lucien x elain#lucien getting to be an older brother#it's one of my favorite headcanons
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Five Ways to Seduce a Male [2/5]
Part two of my @acotargiftexchange for @aldbooks
Beware, Elain is getting bolder
Part 1
Words: 1.008
2. Meet in a Secluded Place
Cerridwen showed her the place on a cool spring morning, with clear skies and a pleasant breeze that made the long stalks of emerald green whisper its secrets. It was a corner of peace and silence just outside Velaris, a shady valley on the banks of the Sidra, with a weeping willow as the only witness of those who came and went. Elain hadn’t asked her friend why she’d sought the solitude of that location, but she had been grateful for her suggestion, for convincing her that perhaps to speak honestly with Lucien she needed to be away from the house and its prying ears. Her mate arrived with Helion the previous day to celebrate Nyx’s birth, or the near tragedy they escaped, depending on the point of view. There was no way to articulate how grateful she was to Nesta for what she did, for what she sacrificed to allow this reunion, but as she cradled her nephew lovingly, she found herself wondering if she would ever have a moment alone with the emissary again, whether she would ever have a chance to live a life of her own now that everyone seemed to have moved on in a race she didn’t know she was in. So, before Lucien could leave without saying goodbye, she approached him and asked softly, almost inaudibly, if he was about to stay long enough to take her on a walk the next day. She knew she’d surprised him, and perhaps she’d ventured too much, after she broke his heart in every possible occasion. She was almost tempted to retreat flushed with embarrassment when he agreed with a slight bow, a hint of satisfaction easing his features.
“Tomorrow morning after breakfast?” she stammered, and whatever his answer was, Elain was already bathed and dressed by the crack of dawn. Sleeping had been nearly impossible, but she knew she needed rest, unless she wanted to show up with deep dark circles and a very bad attitude on their very first date. Not that the male needed to know she saw it that way, but for the occasion, she asked Nuala to prepare some sweet delicacies, pick an awful lot of fruits and choose a small bottle of white wine, nothing too heavy or too complicated, easily concealable in an ordinary wicker basket and at the same time a statement she was sure would make her intentions perfectly clear. She paid methodical attention to what he liked, she knew her mate loved peaches and apricots, and also those hairy fruits of the Summer Court, the ones with green and gold flesh, but she also added a few grapes and a bunch of tangerines, which reminded her of autumn and the perfumes she used to brew when there was little beauty in her life.
“It hasn't been that long since our last walk in the city," Cerridwen pointed out, eyeing her shaky hands as she tied the satin laces of her booties, perfectly matched with a sensible hat Mor gifted her for the birthday she still adamantly wanted to celebrate.
“It’s different with him,” Elain whispered, almost to herself, although it wasn’t quite true. He picked her up as early as she hoped for and they walked in a relaxed silence, first entering the city slowly waking up and leaving its paved roads in less than half an hour. It didn’t escape her how polite and well-liked Lucien was, even in a place he couldn’t accept as his home. Sure, Feyre found him an apartment right in the middle of Velaris, but he choose to live with Jurian and the Queen, and although he said it was more practical this way, she knew it was partly her fault.
“Do you befriend every merchant and innkeeper wherever you go?” she asked, as they left back the chatter and the sounds of civilization. For a moment, the placid flow of the clear waters of the river was all she could hear and she feared the heat she was feeling wasn’t solely because of the sun warming her bare shoulders.
"Sometimes it's easier that way," he replied, the lost gaze of someone struggling to find the exit in the labyrinth of memories. They sat in the shade, under a curtain of branches shielding them from curious eyes, her mate’s hair falling over his face, covering the golden eye almost completely. A part of her, what little remained of her humanity, insisted she had to feel sorry for that wound, maybe even be repulsed, but in truth, all she did was admire how Lucien’s facial expressions must’ve adapted to the disfigurement first and the fox mask later. Feyre dropped the information almost casually, while trying to help her adjust to a world made of things far more complex than the rules of mortal society, and Elain thought there was nothing more fitting for the cunning male. She knew little of the Fae who cursed the Spring Court, after all, Amarantha’s name was still sort of taboo and brought a tinge of sadness into the people she loved, but once Rhysand said she was obsessed with hurting Lucien, probably because he stood up when no one else dared to. Knowing he was brave enough to tell such a dangerous creature to go back to the hole she crawled out of made her incredibly proud, but she had known for some time now that the dreaded General of Hybern must’ve been so cruel to him not for his insubordination but for his great powers, hidden under years of abuse and low self-esteem. One day, however, that shell would break, and a creature of golden feathers and claws would emerge, with wings of light and sunbeam and a flaming eye. Elain stiffened at the thought, something not entirely hers, too sharp, too abstract, almost an imagine received as a gift, one of the enigmatic visions the Cauldron gave her. It had been months since she’d last saw something, and again, against her will, she had a prediction of death and violent glory.
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I love that other people also think eris would be into somno bc of power over the other. Who can you particularly see being into it?
What characters do you think would let reader restrain and overstimulate them, to see how much they can take? (from both tog and acotar)
I'm the anon from before, the first ask you answered (and who sent rowan request just a few moments after). I'd be signing as a peach emoji, I think I'll be here for quite some time (ily)
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If we’re talking power over the other, definitely Amren and possibly Nesta. Maybe even reader on some occasions. From ToG: Manon, Asterin, Lorcan
I love this concept sm! The list for acotar is way too long but i’ll say definitely Lucien, Mor, Az and Rhys (and everyone else). Now for tog, Gavriel 😩, Elide and Dorian. Possibly Aelin as well…i have a vibe.
Happy to have you, peaches and I love your Rowan request! I needed a lil minute to remember how to breathe 😮💨
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Greetings from your Secret Santa! 🤶🏼
Couple more questions for you!
What are some of your favorite books/movies/tv shows?
Favorite holiday movie?
And on a completely different note, if I casually said the words Bowser!Lucien x Princess Peach!Elain…………..👉🏼👈🏼 what would your reaction be?
Xoxo 🤶🏼
Hello Secret 🤶!
I read a lot and lately it’s been almost exclusively fantasy. Some of my favorites I’ve read this year are the Daevabad trilogy, the Bloodsworn Saga series, The Cruel Prince/The Folk of the Air, Six of Crows, and Black Sun.
I don’t watch as much tv or movies😅 but my absolute favorite movie is The Princess Bride. I also love the 1995 Pride and Prejudice BBC miniseries.
My favorite holiday movie is probably Its a Wonderful Life from 1946. I also really like Elf, to show my range haha!
You know, I don’t know too much about various Mario characters but a big monster man possibly kidnapping and having his way with a princess??? Sign me up!!
You are the absolute best! Thanks for all your questions! I know I’ll love whatever you end up writing!
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BETWEEN THE LINES: NIGHT COURT ELAIN & SPRING COURT FEYRE
*DISCLAIMER*
This is a really long post and based on my interpretation of the text.
This is strictly an analysis of Elain as a character because, in my opinion, there isn’t a lot of talk about Elain outside of ships and conversations about her character arc typically revolve around to whom she is paired, especially if that person is Azriel. She is her own character and gets the short end of the stick in the fandom because everyone is more concerned about who she’s shipped with rather than her as a character.
Also, anyone who is rude/condescending will automatically be blocked.
In ACOSF, SJM went out of her way on two occasions to highlight Elain not looking good in black. While it may be minor or insignificant to some, I think those instances were meant to show something about Elain specifically and what she may be going through in the Night Court. Elain has been a passive character for the most part, contributing to things in her own way earlier in the series. But after she was taken by the Cauldron, her safety has become everyone’s main concern and the other characters have slowly excluded her from courtly matters. In ACOWAR, this was understandable because she was traumatized and not fully present. However, as of ACOSF, Elain was still excluded from courtly matters with the other characters heavily relying upon Nesta, who made her reservations known, because they were on a time constraint and couldn’t afford to wait for Elain to reacquaint herself with her powers.
The fact that the other characters use the kidnapping situation to excuse their current actions toward Elain is eerily similar to the way Tamlin and Lucien used the Under the Mountain events to excuse Tamlin’s actions toward Feyre in ACOMAF. And the characters use Elain and Feyre’s safety to justify why neither of them should be involved. In my opinion, Elain in the Night Court resembles Feyre in the Spring Court because not only do they experience similar things, but both of them are (or were in Feyre’s case) in places that stunt their growth. Even though Night Court Elain isn’t exposed to all of the things that Spring Court Feyre was exposed to, the similarities in their experiences (and how those similarities might potentially impact Elain similarly to the way they impacted Feyre) shouldn’t be overlooked.
Being monitored
Feyre
I was too watched－too monitored and judged. Why should the bride of the High Lord learn to fight if peace had returned? That had been Ianthe’s reasoning when I’d made the mistake of mentioning it at dinner. Tamlin, to his credit, had seen both sides: I’d learn to protect myself...but the rumors would spread. (ACOMAF)
“Tamlin－Tamlin, I can’t...I can’t live my life with guards around me day and night. I can’t live with that...suffocation. Just let me help you－let me work with you.” (. . .) “I’m drowning,” I managed to say. “I am drowning. And the more you do this, the more guards...You might as well be shoving my head under the water.” (ACOMAF)
Elain
Nesta said, “The Trove. And what happened the last time I scried.” Feyre said, “We won’t allow any harm to come to Elain. Rhys warded her this morning, and we have eyes on her at all times.” “Eyes can be blinded,” Nesta said. “Not the ones under my command,” Azriel said with soft menace. Nesta met his stare, knowing he was the only one aside from Feyre who could truly understand her hesitation. He’d gone with Feyre into the heart of Hybern’s camp to save Elain－he knew the risk. “We won’t make the same mistake twice.” She believed him. “All right.” (ACOSF)
Trying to fit in
Feyre
I hated the bright dresses that had become my daily uniform, but didn’t have the heart to tell Tamlin－not when he’d bought so many, not when he looked so happy to see me wear them. Not when his words weren’t far from the truth. The day I put on my pants and tunics, the day I strapped weapons to myself like fine jewelry, it would send a message far and clear across the lands. So I wore the gowns, and let Alis arrange my hair－if only so it would buy these people a measure of peace and comfort. (ACOMAF)
I sometimes debated asking her to pray for me as well. To pray that I’d one day learn to love the dresses, and the parties, and my role as a blushing, pretty bride. (ACOMAF)
Elain
And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her. But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court－and would do whatever she needed. (ACOSF)
So Elain had let her golden-brown hair down tonight, and pinned it back with twin combs of pearl. He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court...It sucked the life from her. (ACOSF)
Pretending everything’s all right
Feyre
“Fine,” I breathed. I made myself look him in the eye, made myself smile. (ACOMAF)
Elain
“And you?” I made myself say. “Are you－all right?” Elain looked over a shoulder at me as we entered the foyer, then turned left－to the dining room. In the sitting room across the way, all conversation halted at the smell of food. “Why wouldn’t I be all right?” she asked, a smile lighting up her face. I’d seen those smiles before. On my own damn face. (ACOFAS)
Clothes not looking right on them
Feyre
I really, truly hated my wedding gown. It was a monstrosity of tulle and chiffon and gossamer, so unlike the loose gowns I usually wore: the bodice fitted, the neckline curved to plump my breasts, and the skirts...The skirts were a sparkling tent, practically floating in the balmy spring air (. . .) I might have dealt with it all if it weren’t for the puffy capped sleeves, so big I could almost see them glinting from the periphery of my vision. My hair had been curled, half up, half down, entwined with pearls and jewels and the Cauldron knew what, and it had taken all my self-control to keep from cringing at the mirror before descending the sweeping stairs into the main hall. (ACOMAF)
I again surveyed the room, my wedding gown hissing on the warm marble floors. I peered down at myself. You look ridiculous. (ACOMAF)
Elain
Elain in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the color of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around. (ACOSF)
Looking good in clothes that suit them and that fact being pointed out
Feyre
My high-waisted peach pants were loose and billowing, gathered at the ankles with velvet cuffs of bright gold. The long sleeves of the matching top were made of gossamer, also gathered at the wrists, and the top itself hung just to my navel, revealing a sliver of skin as I walked. Comfortable, easy to move in－to run. Feminine. Exotic. (ACOMAF)
But those claws now dug in－and my entire body, my heart, my lungs, my blood yielded to his grip, utterly at his command as he said, The fashion of the Night Court suits you. (ACOMAF)
Elain
Gone was the ill-suited black dress from the ball, replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet, her hair half-up and curling down to her waist. She glowed with good health. (ACOSF)
People not wanting them to be involved in things
Feyre
“I want to go.” “No.” I crossed my arms, tucking my tattooed hand under my right bicep, and spread my feet slightly further apart on the dirt floor of the stables. “It’s been three months. Nothing’s happened, and the village isn’t even five miles－” “No.” (ACOMAF)
“I could use my powers against Hybern.” “That’s out of the question,” Tamlin said, “especially as there will be no war against Hybern.” “Rhys says war is inevitable, and we’ll be hit hard.” Lucien said drily, “And Rhys knows everything?” “No－but...He was concerned. He thinks I can make a difference in any upcoming conflict.” Tamlin flexed his fingers－keeping those claws contained. “You have no training in battle or weaponry. And even if I started training you today, it’d be years before you could hold your own on an immortal battlefield.” He took a tight breath. “So despite what he thinks you might be able to do, Feyre, I’m not going to have you anywhere near a battlefield. Especially if it means revealing whatever powers you have to our enemies. You’d be fighting Hybern at your front, and have foes with friendly faces at your back.” “I don’t care－” “I care,” Tamlin snarled. Lucien whooshed out a breath. “I care if you die, if you’re hurt, if you will be in danger every moment for the rest of our lives. So there will be no training, and we’re going to keep this between us.” (ACOMAF)
Elain
“Nesta’s spine straightened. No one spoke, but their attention lingered on her like a film on her skin. ‘You will not go looking for it.’” (ACOSF)
“Then go off on adventures,” Nesta said. “Go drink and fuck strangers. But stay away from the Cauldron.” (. . .) “Keep out of this,” she hissed at her youngest sister. “I have no doubt you put these thoughts in her head, probably encouraging her to throw herself into harm’s way－” (ACOSF)
Amren said, “We do not have the time to wait for Nesta to decide. I say we approach Elain tomorrow. Better to have both of them working on it.” Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.” “But Nesta should?” Cassian growled. Everyone stared at him. He swallowed, offering an apologetic glance to Az, who shrugged it off. Amren drained her wine and said to Cassian, “Nesta has a week. One more week to find the Trove with her own methods. Then we seek out other routes.” She threw a nod toward Azriel. “Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself against the darkness of the Trove, if she chooses to. Don’t underestimate her.” (ACOSF)
“I think Eris is our ally, and will expect to dance with a lady of this court at the ball no matter what. I won’t let Feyre within five feet of him, Mor might kill him, and Amren is more likely to scare him off than win him over, so you and Elain are the only options.” “Elain doesn’t go near him,” Feyre said. (ACOSF)
Their safety being brought up when they want to be involved
Feyre
“Please. The recovery efforts are so slow. I could hunt for the villagers, get them food－” “It’s not safe,” Tamlin said, again nudging his stallion into a walk. The horse’s coat shone like a dark mirror, even in the shade of the stables. “Especially not for you.” He’d said that every time we had this argument; every time I begged him to let me go to the nearby village of High Fae to help rebuild what Amarantha had burned years ago (. . .) “People want to come back, they want a place to live－” “Those same people see you as a blessing－a marker of stability. If something happened to you…” (. . .)Tamlin said softly, “I can’t do what I need to if I’m worrying about whether you’re safe.” (ACOMAF)
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he murmured. “It’s fine,” I breathed. “I understand.” Not a lie, but not quite the truth. His fingers grazed lower, circling my belly button. “You are－you’re everything to me,” he said thickly. “I need...I need you to be all right. To know they can’t get to you－can’t hurt you anymore.” (ACOMAF)
“Tamlin got what I didn’t,” Lucien said softly, his breathing ragged. “We all heard your neck break. But you got to come back. And I doubt that he will ever forget that sound, either. And he will do everything in his power to protect you from that danger again, even if it means keeping secrets, even if it means sticking to rules you don’t like. In this, he will not bend. So don’t ask him to－not yet.” (ACOMAF)
“Did he let you take me today,” I said hoarsely, “so that I’d stop asking to help rebuild?” “No. I decided to take you myself. For that exact reason. They don’t want or need your help. Your presence is a distraction and a reminder of what they went through.” (. . .) “I know you wanted to help,” Lucien offered. “I’m sorry.” So was I. (ACOMAF)
Elain
“The last time we involved ourselves with the Cauldron, it abducted you,” Nesta countered, fighting her shaking. (ACOSF)
“Like calls to like,” Amren countered. “You were Made by the Cauldron. You may track other objects Made by it as well, as Briallyn can. And because you are Made by it, you are immune to the influence and power of the Trove. You might use them, yes, but they cannot be used upon you.” A glance to Elain. “Either of you.” Nesta swallowed. “I can’t.” But to let Elain involve herself, jeopardize her safety－ (ACOSF)
Nesta’s pulse pounded throughout her body. “Do you not remember the war? What we encountered? Do you not remember the Cauldron kidnapping you, bringing you into the heart of Hybern’s camp?” “I do,” Elain said coldly. (ACOSF)
If it was between her and Elain, there was no choice at all. She would always go first if it meant keeping Elain from harm. Even if she’d just hurt her sister more than she could stomach. (ACOSF)
Pushing back against what others want
Feyre
He hissed, “You have no idea how hard it is for him to even let you off the estate grounds. He’s under more pressure than you realize.” “I know exactly how much pressure he endures. And I didn’t realize I’d become a prisoner.” “You’re not－” He clenched his jaw. “That’s not how it is and you know it.” “He didn’t have any trouble letting me hunt and wander on my own when I was a mere human. When the borders were far less safe.” “He didn’t care for you the way he does now. And after what happened Under the Mountain…” The words clanged in my head, along my too-tense muscles. “He’s terrified. Terrified of seeing you in his enemies’ hands. And they know it, too－they know all they have to do to own him would be to get ahold of you.” “You think I don’t know that? But does he honestly expect me to spend the rest of my life in that manor, overseeing servants and wearing pretty clothes?” (ACOMAF)
Elain
Cassian shifted in his seat. “So we track down the Dread Trove－how?” Elain spoke from the doorway, having appeared so silently that they all twisted toward her, “Using me.” Nesta’s head went silent as Elain’s words finished sounding in the room. Feyre had twisted in her seat, face white with alarm. Nesta shot to her feet. “No.” Elain remained in the doorway, her face pale but her expression harder than Nesta had ever seen it. “You do not decide what I can and cannot do, Nesta.” (ACOSF)
“It nearly killed me. It trapped me like a bird in a cage.” Elain said, “Then I will find it. I might require some time to...reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” “Absolutely not,” Nesta spat, fingers curling at her sides. “Absolutely not.” “Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.” (ACOSF)
Being used as pawns against others
Feyre
“We need you to tell us everything,” Tamlin said. “The layout of the Night Court, who you saw, what weapons and powers they bore, what Rhys did, who he spoke to, any and every detail you can recall.” “I didn’t realize I was a spy.” Lucien shifted in his seat, but Tamlin said, “As much as I hate your bargain, you’ve been granted access into the Night Court. Outsiders rarely get to go in－and if they do, they rarely come out in one piece. And if they can function, their memories are usually...scrambled. Whatever Rhysand is hiding in there, he doesn’t want us knowing about it.” (ACOMAF)
Elain
Rhys angled his head at the not-quite question. “I trust in the fact that we currently have possession of the one thing he wants above all else. And as long as that remains, he’ll try to stay on our good side. But if that changes...His talent was wasted in the Spring Court. There was a reason he had that fox mask, you know.” His mouth tugged to the side. “If he got Elain away, back to Spring or wherever...do you believe, deep down, that he wouldn’t sell what he knows? Either for gain, or to ensure she stays safe?” “You let him hear everything tonight, though.” (. . .) I considered his question: Did I trust Lucien? “I don’t know, either,” I admitted, and sighed. “I don’t like that Elain is a pawn in this.” “I know. It’s never easy.” (ACOWAR)
Cassian glowered at Amren. “It’s not right to wield Elain as a threat to manipulate Nesta into scrying.” “There are harsher ways to convince Nesta, boy.” (ACOSF)
Although Elain and Feyre are surrounded by two different groups of people with varying levels of care for their wellbeing, they’re treated similarly which is hard to overlook. In Elain’s situation, Nesta, Azriel, and Feyre take on the “Tamlin role” (either undermining Elain’s attempts to contribute to things or preventing Elain from helping altogether) while everyone else takes on the “Lucien role” (validating the concerns of others while also enabling their behaviors, which doesn’t support Elain’s desire to be involved).
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[CN] Summer 2021 Moments
🍒 Warning: Contains detailed spoilers for Moments not yet released in EN 🍒
Gavin’s Post: Every summer, it seems the air-conditioner has to be spoilt once.
MC: Shouldn’t you be the last last last person in the world who needs an air-conditioner?
Gavin: There’s a difference between manual labour and automation.
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Gavin’s Post: Every summer, it seems the air-conditioner has to be spoilt once.
MC: What a coincidence - the air-conditioner in my house is also spoilt!
Gavin: It seems that this evening is suitable for a drive.
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Gavin’s Post: Every summer, it seems the air-conditioner has to be spoilt once.
MC: Come over to my place - I’ll let you enjoy extreme coolness!
Gavin: Aside from me, is there anything else to bring?
Gavin’s Post: It tastes really delicious. Number one in my heart.
MC: Because I made it!!
Gavin: I still want to eat it tomorrow. Is that okay?
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Gavin’s Post: It tastes really delicious. Number one in my heart.
MC: What a dashing candid shot. I’m the best photographer~
Gavin: The photos I take of you are also very cute. We both rank the best.
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Gavin’s Post: It tastes really delicious. Number one in my heart.
MC: One for you, one for me, perfect~
Gavin: But this isn’t the only thing I want. See you tonight.
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Victor’s Post: The day before yesterday was lychee, yesterday was strawberry, and today is mango. A certain person’s definition of trying a new shop equates to one cup a day.
MC: Many thanks to my good companion whose second cup is 50% off!
Victor: I’m also grateful that you’ve made me a silver card member of this shop within a week.
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Victor’s Post: The day before yesterday was lychee, yesterday was strawberry, and today is mango. A certain person’s definition of trying a new shop equates to one cup a day.
MC: When the discount period of this new shop is over, I won’t drink as much.
Victor: I’ll remember your words.
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Victor’s Post: The day before yesterday was lychee, yesterday was strawberry, and today is mango. A certain person’s definition of trying a new shop equates to one cup a day.
MC: It’s the fault of summer fruits for not being delicious.
Victor: It’s also the fault of milk tea for being delicious, correct?
Victor’s Post: As punishment for being late, your milk tea has been confiscated.
MC: I’m on the way, I’m really on the way...
Victor: No need to hurry. Considering the long queue, you wouldn’t be able to buy a second cup before entering the cinema.
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Victor’s Post: As punishment for being late, your milk tea has been confiscated.
MC: !! You weren’t this cruel in the past!
Victor: Why don’t you recall an even earlier past?
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Victor’s Post: As punishment for being late, your milk tea has been confiscated.
MC: Sob sob. In that case, taste it properly... is it really as delicious as the online reviews...
Victor: If you don’t reach in five minutes, the second cup will be gone too.
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Kiro’s Post: The shaved ice is ready, and avoiding the summer heat officially begins.
MC: What an exquisite dessert... I want to try it too!
Kiro: I’ll bring you there next time! It’s a deal!
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Kiro’s Post: The shaved ice is ready, and avoiding the summer heat officially begins.
MC: Let me guess - is it peach flavoured?
Kiro: Ding ding ding, your answer is correct! The prize is a hug. Wait for it to appear once I’m back from the filming site!
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Kiro’s Post: The shaved ice is ready, and avoiding the summer heat officially begins.
MC: It isn’t August yet. Is it too early?
Kiro: Haha, it’s just a prop for filming! When will Miss Chips visit me at work?
Kiro’s Post: After a fleeting happiness, the trainer in the gym smiled grimly as he waved at me.
MC: I just found many healthy recipes. I could cook them for you!
Kiro: With your words, I immediately fled from the gym.
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Kiro’s Post: After a fleeting happiness, the trainer in the gym smiled grimly as he waved at me.
MC: It’s okay, you might dream about the peach flavoured shaved ice tonight!
Kiro: With such sweet words, I sincerely invite you to drop by my dream too~
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Kiro’s Post: After a fleeting happiness, the trainer in the gym smiled grimly as he waved at me.
MC: It’s okay, efforts will not be wasted. We can just exercise after eating!
Kiro: That makes sense. In that case, I’ll listen to you and take another secret bite!
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Lucien’s Post: While working at home, I suddenly had a dessert next to me.
MC: Chef MC made it. Is it delicious?
Lucien: Since it’s the work of the chef, of course it’s delicious.
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Lucien’s Post: While working at home, I suddenly had a dessert next to me.
MC: Professor Lucien has been working hard. This is a consolation dessert I prepared.
Lucien: Aside from desserts, could I look forward to another form of consolation?
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Lucien’s Post: While working at home, I suddenly had a dessert next to me.
MC: The peppermint on top was plucked from your balcony. (softly)
Lucien: I think my balcony has grown used to the visits from a certain “uninvited guest”.
Lucien’s Post: We could finish this cup together, then take a tiny break together.
MC: But I prepared this cup specially for you.
Lucien: But I want to share it with you.
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Lucien’s Post: We could finish this cup together, then take a tiny break together.
MC: Sure. I studied how to make this for an entire morning, so it’s time for a break.
Lucien: To show my appreciation for your hard work, teach me how to make it next time.
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Lucien’s Post: We could finish this cup together, then take a tiny break together.
MC: Even though they taste the same, why is the one in your hand more delicious?
Lucien: It’s likely because you’ve added the flavour of “love” into it.
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Shaw’s Post: Is this what they call “popsicles bring happiness to summer”?
MC: Hearing you says this makes me want to be happy again~
Shaw: You’ve had a little too much happiness today. It’s my turn.
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Shaw’s Post: Is this what they call “popsicles bring happiness to summer”?
MC: The hard work of air-conditioning is a huge factor too!
Shaw: What about the hard work of the person who turned the air-conditioning on and bought popsicles for you?
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Shaw’s Post: Is this what they call “popsicles bring happiness to summer”?
MC: Just imagine the feeling of eating a sweet and refreshing popsicle while sweating profusely.
Shaw: It feels like diarrhea.
Shaw’s Post: Sure enough, the last stick tastes even better.
MC: Don’t you know that sharing good things makes them even more delicious?
Shaw: Really? Come over and let me try.
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Shaw’s Post: Sure enough, the last stick tastes even better.
MC: Didn’t we agree that you’d leave that stick to me?
Shaw: Did you agree that with yourself?
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Shaw’s Post: Sure enough, the last stick tastes even better.
MC: Young hero, put it down! We can talk things through!
Shaw: It’s already in my mouth. Next time, negotiate earlier.
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Part 1
Disclaimer: This post is in favor of my ship, Elriel. No hate, just an opinion. This is what makes sense to me. If this isn't your cup of tea, and it came up on your feed, no worries just skip please.
If you look at it this way:
If the series were to officially end at ACOWAR then that would mean that there would be no need to add any more books due to the majority of the plot being resolved. If there were slight questions or plot holes that were left open, we as readers can basically create our own conclusion based of where these characters and their stories were left off at. That’s the beauty of being a reader, being able to use our imagination to extend the stories based on canon information to infer or even speculate what happened to those beloved characters of ours.
If its easy to answer these questions, fill these plot holes and resolve any issues within that story, then there would be no need for any additional books, and lets say there were questions that were pressing but not complicated to answer, a simple extra book could be added to resolve that like ACOFAS. ACOFAS could’ve concluded everything. She could’ve also showed Feyre or whoever freeing Vassa and then created a whole spin off on Vassa and her adventures including the plot of her defeating her captor Koschei while also dealing with the queens and humans basically introducing us to a whole new world and continent with new fae/fae territories (like chaol introduced in his book from ToG). Her LI would most likely be Jurian because Lucien would have ended up with Elain which we know because she resolved that in ACOFAS.
BUT
That’s not at all what happened. Things were not answered/resolved during ACOFAS.
The author which in this case is SJM knew that whatever obvious inferences/speculation we the fandom would have is not the accurate ending she had for these characters. So she decided to introduce far more books into the series as standalones but, still part of the overarching plot to truly get the full scope of what she has in store for these characters. Why make additional books based on the obvious ? She’s a writer, she knows the importance of creating mystery or writing plot twists that we either didn’t or decided not to realize or even accept. So ACOFAS and even ACOWAR wasn’t there to answer last minute questions, to show us that our favorite ships did end up together, no it was there to be used to set up future stories like SJM said and be as close as can be as opposite of obvious.
At the End of ACOWAR we have :
Nesta
-THAT Nessian moment 🥰 (& Nessian moments in general in ACOWAR)
We can infer based on where those characters were left off that :
-They would end up together eventually. I mean come on, Cass’s line *chef’s kiss*.
BUT what people forget is that was also her breaking point (trauma)
-We didn’t know how her trauma would affect her, her life and loved ones, & how she’d heal Or what were even her powers. These questions were built up throughout all of ACOWAR
So what did SJM do?
-She wrote the answers to those questions in ACOSF while also resolving questions about Nessian’s status especially since Nesta first had to start healing to let herself be loved.
The evidence ? The set up to gain support to find these answers ? Its in ACOFAS
-Nesta’s drinking, isolation, rage, fear, loneliness and self hate
-Nesta’s avoidance of her sisters, the IC and Cassian
-Cassian’s persistence, confusion. Feeling helpless.
Same thing can be seen for Elain
At the end of ACOWAR
Elain
-Civilness between E and L. She seems more at peach and want to plan gardens/rebuild
We can infer
-Elain talked to Lucien so she forgave him or is on track to forgive him. From this we can assume the possibility of Elucien being endgame.
Elain also must be healed because she smiled and wants to help rebuild. So that all equals acceptance of her powers (on occasionally seeing things and that it, that’s her power), her new life and bond
BUT what we forget is the iconic Elriel moments (Hybern camp & truth teller connection), Elain’s world/future going up in flames, the consequences/trauma of having been gifted these powers
-We don’t know the full scope of her powers, why the cauldron adores her, how she feels, why were we given blooming moments between Elriel
So again what will SJM probably do?
-Set Elriel to be endgame. Cause civility/friendship/forgiveness/CLOSURE between Elain and Lucien. Get In depth about her powers, her trauma and how it has affected the life she thought she would have. Have her come into her role in the NC and have self growth.
The evidence? Its in ACOFAS & ACOSF
-Elain’s anger and desperation to have a choice, to have her own agency
-Elain’s avoidance, tolerance, discomfort of Lucien ( she wilts and regresses)
-Elain’s push to contribute more and firmly declare she’s a member of the NC
-Elriel’s tension & build up ( glances, smiles, blushing, gifts, humor, awareness, longing, protectiveness, attraction, actively trying to distract themselves, etc I could go on and on)
-Confirmation of Elain’s power still existing. Her whereabouts: where is Elain when the IC are facing obstacles?
-Her visions still to happen. The fourth dead trove needs to be found: it makes sense that it would be found by Elain (& Az) ( the crown: Braiylln, the harp & mask: Nesta, the fourth trove: Elain)
*If there are 3 cauldron made and Braiylln found one (& is now dead), Nesta found 2 but couldn't get a good read of the fourth, that means it'll be up to Elain & Azriel because they are basically the only two in the IC who closely work with shadows and even mist. Maybe Nuala and Cerridwen would also join in searching which id love.
Now let’s ignore the evidence.
From that moment at the end of ACOWAR again: 1) we see Elain who seems better and 2)we have Elain and Lucien who seem to be in a civil place
So we assume she’s healed or on track, and her relationship with Lucien is looking up. So why would SJM write a whole standalone on the obvious?
If she’s healed and okay, if she and Lucien will be a sailing ship why be so secretive and unclear on Elain’s story, on who she ends up with?
Nessian was so clear, there was no REAL doubt that they would not end up together despite the obstacles between them, two of them being her rage and trauma. But Nessian would be and are endgame period. All the other “prospects” were just for angst, development and humor. Not real threats.
She wrote Nesta’s story because the worry and question wasn’t on Nessian’s validity, she established their validity and their romance when Nesta prepared to die with Cassian, when Cassian promised to find more time with her, when Nesta called for Cassian, when Nesta Wass worried for Cassian, when Nesta would constantly pay attention to him without realizing it (his wings) when Cassian ran after her during solstice, when Cassian bought her a gift etc. The worry and questions were ALWAYS on and about Nesta’s role, powers, and trauma because they were the influencing factor that affected everyone’s future, Nesta’s life/health and Nessian’s ability to finally able to come together.
If Elucien were endgame we as a fandom would know without a doubt that they are. There would be many more moments of ooh’s and hmmm’s and less mystery and confusion on their validity. There would be far more angst and these characters would have be seen more often together (seeking each other out, but Elain never does) or at least have them have more than one scene of mutual civilness where they dont talk awkwardly, and have a real conversation not one that seems forced, especially by Feyre. Even with the obstacles between them and their distance (because of the obvious elephant in the room) we should have scenes that showcases clear interest between them but we don’t. There is only one true scene where we have that and its at the end of ACOWAR, Im not blind i could see where people might interpret it as Elucien confirmation and who knows maybe I'm wrong and it is but, I read that differently. That to me was confirmation that a friendship between them is possible. Something completely platonic but just as sweet in a different way. That scene to me wasn’t charged it was not even a slow burn or even a spark it was healing and the foreshadowing of a possible friendship.
ALSO:
*Possible ToG spoiler below*
I don’t think it’s too far fetched to assume that Vassien is a thing. And in all honestly I also don’t think its too far fetched to have Lucien (& Vassa) have their own book like Chaol (& Yrene) did. Chaol was an important/original main character from the very beginning of the series who ended up doing grave mistakes. He found himself lost in life to later finding himself gaining a new purpose outlook & perspective when he left the continent to only meet his new LI Yrene freaking Towers who SERIOUSLY changed the whole game ( I freaking love her) and was extremely valuable to winning that war. This is so similar to Lucien’s story so far and Vassa (the firebird) who I expect to resemble Yrene in value and vitalness BUT it is important to state that Lucien is nothing like Chaol and is far more SUPERIOR. So No this is not me saying Lucien is like Chaol. This is just me seeing the resemblance in their journeys so far, which might be due to SJM possibly reusing the same template on purpose.
Part 2
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Lucien: MC’s Sick Day
My door bell rang. I had been expecting Lucien to come visit me since he texted me that he would come by to check on me today. I texted him this morning that I was sick and wouldn’t be going to work. Hence, I had to cancel our meeting for later this evening for a consultation about my TV show Miracle Finder. I took a nap in the afternoon, but I overslept and missed my alarm so I answered the door after quickly washing my face and combing my messy bed hair. I checked that it was Lucien at the door and opened the door for him.
He looked at me and said, “You’re wearing the lavender pajamas with the purple butterfly print that I bought for you, but you’re barefoot and not wearing any socks or house slippers. You shouldn’t let your feet get cold when you’re sick.” I blushed when he mentioned my pajamas and said, “They’re my favorite pajamas and they’re very comfortable.” Then, I explained that I didn’t have time to put on house slippers yet after rushing to answer the door. I told him I had just woken up from my nap recently. Lucien asked me how I was feeling after waking up from my nap and I told him about my symptoms, “I slept fine, but I don’t feel any better yet after waking. I suspect it’s a severe cold. I have no fever. Just a stuffy nose and very annoying chest congestion. My throat also feels weird, but I hope I won’t lose my voice. The chest congestion is what worries me most since I hope I won’t develop a cough or something more severe. I pulled one too many an all-nighter working on my report and all the stress just weakened my immune system I think. I admit I should have listened to you sooner and taken better care of myself. I’m afraid of getting sick again so I won’t stay up so late from now on. I’ll schedule a doctor’s appointment as soon as possible if I feel worse by next week.”
Lucien handed me a bag of fruits that he bought for me along with a box of my favorite jasmine green tea and a thermos of Chinese herbal chicken soup. I checked the bag of fruits and said, “You’re the best boyfriend for thinking of me and taking such good care of me like this. Thank you so much! There are apples, pears, oranges, tangerines, peaches, and even my favorite strawberries, blueberries, mangos, and kiwis.” He said that the herbal chicken soup was something he learned to cook from his friend, Mr. Lin’s wife and Lucien said her recipe was much better than any of the chicken soups you can buy at the supermarket.
He asked me if there was anything else that I wanted to eat and I said, “I would really love some beef pho, but I think I’ll just make myself some rice porridge with ground pork, a little ginger, and green onions for dinner later. What are your favorite fruits, Lucien?” He replied that cherries were his favorite and I told him, “Remember that time when we went on a picnic at the park together and I made so many different strawberry desserts for you to try? There were strawberry mochis, strawberry cupcakes, and strawberry jam-filled cookies. Let’s go on another picnic after I recover from my cold and I’ll make black forest cake parfaits for you. There will be cherries layered with chocolate pudding, chocolate cake or brownie pieces, and whipped cream. I haven’t eaten black forest cake in a long time so I’m craving it already.”
Lucien smiled, affectionately patted my head, and ruffled the top of my hair a bit. He told me, “You should just focus on getting well soon so I don’t have to wonder about how a certain Little Fool is doing. Seeing you get well soon would be quite a relief and you can think of more ways to keep thanking me for all my efforts.” I felt really touched by his reminder and gentle teasing so I smiled back at him. Lucien was so sensible, thoughtful, and good at cheering me up when I was feeling sick or in any other situations when I was struggling and had difficulties at work. I was very blessed to have him take such good care of me so I think I might recover faster with his help like this. I really look forward to our next picnic date together in the park.
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Alice’s Tale Part III
This is going to be longer than I thought. I haven’t even gotten them out of Lucien yet...
They found the Church before evening, with the Minister and several disciples busily setting out tables and simple meals for fleeing refugees. The Minister was a calm, capable woman, her salt-and-pepper hair neatly braided in tight little braids all over her head, her eyes sharp and friendly, as if she saw straight through people to their worst sins, but loved them anyway. She did not seem fazed by the sudden avalanche of evacuees, but kept her disciples moving with a steady stream of orders, as if directing a dance troupe through a chaotic dress rehearsal. She looked up at Remington and the children with appraising eyes, and nodded.
“Orphans, I suppose?” Her voice was firm, and tired, but not unkind.
“As of this morning, I'm afraid, ma'am.” Remington dismounted, and carefully helped first Jack down, then Alice. “These are Alice and Jack, and they have no place to go. Could they find refuge with the Church, and perhaps a family to stay with?”
She nodded. “We do not turn away anyone in need if we can help it. Things are...a bit overwhelming at the moment, but there's room enough in the Church for now, if you don't mind sleeping in a blanket on the floor. And then...well, we've missionary groups arriving and departing all the time. One of them will know of a family in need of two such fine children.”
She smiled at them, and reached out her hands. “I am Minister Paulina of the Church of the Light. Welcome, my dears. You may stay as long as you please, and we will find you someplace more permanent as soon as we can. Unless either of you feel a calling to Church service yourselves...”
“I don't know, ma'am. I've never thought about it.” Alice was honest, but took the Minister's hand courteously. Jack, suddenly shy, hid his face, but the Minister seemed not to take offense.
“An honest answer, good. You can explore that question for yourself later. For now, why don't you find a table and have something to eat? Will you join us as well, sir?”
“Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am, but I must get back before sunrise. Captain's orders. May I...have a moment with the children first, to say goodbye?”
Her eyes softened. “Yes, of course. Children, when you're finished, go find a table and get a meal from one of the Sisters or Brothers. And when you're done, come find me and I'll find you a place to stay for now.” She turned, and began the work of supervising and organizing anew.
He took the ration packs from the horse, and handed one to each. Then he knelt and held out his hands to both of them. “Take care of yourselves, and each other, you hear me? And if you ever make it to Portia...ask for Sam or Arlo, and tell them Remi sent you. Maybe we'll see each other again some day.”
Alice's eyes were suddenly full of tears, but she fought them back, lest her hero see her weakness. Jack was less reserved, and flung himself at Remington in a hug, which ended up enfolding Alice, too. “Thank you for saving our lives,” she got out, and felt ridiculous – surely that wasn't enough for such a momentous action.
“I'm just glad to know there was something I could do today that was right, that saved someone. That...means a lot to me.” She was startled to see him blink back tears himself. “Here.” He pulled from his pocket a pair of small dangling amulets, and gave one to each. “These are Peach amulets – they make 'em in Portia. It's traditional to give one to someone when you say goodbye for a long time, for luck. I've got a bunch that people gave me before I left – you two keep these for me, OK? Maybe they'll bring you good luck, too.”
“Thank you,” Alice got out, past the lump in her throat. “I wish I had something to give you in return.”
“You did. You gave me some hope on a dark day.” With that, he hugged them both one more time, mounted his horse, and rode back along the road.
Alice watched him until she couldn't see him anymore, holding on to the amulet like a lifeline. Finally, Jack tugged at her sleeve. “I'm hungry. Can we get something to eat?”
“Yes, of course,” she said, and they turned towards the tables.
In the next few days, Alice was careful to make herself as useful as possible. Jack, along with some of the smaller refugee children, was being given lessons during the day by a very patient Brother, and she hoped that if she did enough work for both of them, he would be allowed to continue his education. She had already learned to read and write and do basic math, and she knew she wasn't particularly gifted, not enough to be sent to university or trained as a Builder or an Architect or a Researcher. But she thought she could learn to run a shop as her parents had done, and make a living for herself and her brother. And Jack, at least, could stay in school for a while.
In the meantime, she busied herself helping with all the tasks the Sisters and Brothers deemed appropriate for a girl her age, chopping vegetables, stirring pots, serving meals, sweeping and dusting, and gathering laundry to be taken to the river for washing. Her favorite job, though, was helping Sister Elena and Brother Marcus in the gardens, weeding and watering, picking bugs off the plants (later to be used as bait for fishing, or to feed the ducks – the Church wasted nothing), and even spreading fertilizer (she got used to the smell after a bit). It was lovely to be out in the sunshine amidst fresh growing things, blooming and sweet. And the work, while hard, helped her block out the worst of her memories, and to sleep more soundly at night, with fewer nightmares.
Jack was not so lucky. They had been given a quiet cell normally used by visiting Sisters or Brothers, sparsely furnished with a chair, a desk, a trunk for their clothes and meager possessions, and two bedrolls which were rolled up and pushed against the wall during the day. Often, Alice woke during the night to find Jack shaking and thrashing, whimpering or crying out in his sleep. All she could do was to hug him close, stroke his hair, and murmur soothing words into his ear – he was impossible to wake in that state, and the best she usually managed was to soothe him into a quieter sleep after a while, when whatever frantic nightmare he was experiencing resolved itself. One particularly bad night, in desperation, she put the Peach amulet Remington had given him into his hand. Immediately his fist closed around it and he took one, two, three deep, rasping breaths and was calm again. From then on, he never slept without it.
Alice kept hers on a thin string around her neck, next to her heart. She would never have admitted to such a silly and childish fantasy, but sometimes when she was busy with particularly dull and repetitive work like dishwashing, she let her mind drift off, making up stories about brave knights and heroic rescues, pirate raids, daring chases on horseback, and fair maidens in dire circumstances. Her villains were moustache-twirling evil on two legs, her maidens strong-willed and pure of heart, and her knights – always, always, they were kind and humble, but noble and princely in their bearing, fiercely courageous yet the soul of courtesy and gentleness to the maidens they rescued. And always, though she would never have confessed it even under the most sacred seal of privacy, they had eyes the color of dark golden-amber.
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Obedient
(by azyl00 for Mr. Love Dream Date Fanfic Contest)
You asked me to wait,
I told you not to;
But you smiled at me
As if you heard nothing.
<<Flashback>>
“Wait for me.” He said.
“You know I can’t, Lucien.”
“Distance doesn’t matter, as long as we love each other, right?”
“But I’m afraid. I’m scared. You know I’m not ready for a relationship. I need to focus on my studies; I don’t want to lose my scholarship. With the dad getting fired, I have to work part-time to afford school.”
“But I’ll be here supporting you. I won’t leave you alone. I’ll help you pay.”
“I don’t want to be selfish, Lu. You’re the kind of person who gives 200%; you’ll be busy with your internship at the hospital. I don’t want you to drag you down nor want your money. You know how I feel about that.”
“You are stubborn as hell. How can you be selfish when you know I could afford it, the money and the time?”
“I want you to prioritize your patients rather than thinking about me, not eating or not. Plus, the US is not as cheap as here.”
“Even if I’m your boyfriend or your friend, I’ll still be concerned. You look like a stick!”
“I don’t want to fight today, anymore, Lu.” She sighed. “Today is the last day I’m spending time with you face to face; you’re flying to the US tomorrow.”
“Okay. Okay. No more fighting?”
“I’ll miss hanging at this Peach Grove with you.” She said while looking at the flowers around.
“I’ll miss you more.” He whispered while looking at her.
She just smiled sadly at him.
An awkward silence surrounded them as they walked home.
“Lu…”
“Why do I feel like you’re breaking up with me?”
“It’s not breaking up when you haven’t even started.”
“M…” He said but was suddenly stopped as she hugged him.
“Please, let’s stay like this.”
“…”
“I guess this is goodbye, for now, Lu. Take care of your flight to the US tomorrow! Send me chocolates, lots of them when you ever visit.” She said as she lets go, wiping her tears as they slowly fall from her eyes.
“Wait for me, M.,” he said as he helped her wipe her tears away.
“Don’t, Lu.”
He smiled and kissed her forehead. He bid her goodnight as she entered her house.
I wasn’t supposed to hope;
To be with you someday
Unconsciously, I did.
And perhaps, I was obedient.
Lucien arrived safely in the US and started his career while she continued her studies.
They would talk every night; he’d asked her what she has eaten, she’d ask him how many lives he saved. They’ll do it for hours until one of them is asleep or off to duty.
This was their routine
For a Month…
For a Year…
Until both of them were too busy, he was focused on his career; she in her studies.
Talks for hours became missed calls.
Messages sent.
Messages read later.
She graduated while he was awarded one of the best doctors in his hospital.
100-word messages became shorter and shorter.
From stories, they became greetings. “Happy Birthday.” “Merry Christmas.” “Congratulations.”
Messages seen.
Messages unanswered.
On her mind, she dreamt of scenarios seeing him again. She’ll hug him harder than the last time. She’ll wait for him this time. She’ll be much better.
But years passed, and she started her career. They’ve never met.
No more messages.
Just unsent ones.
Then time passed by,
I saw you again,
And you smiled at me
As if you were to say something.
“I hate these kinds of conferences,” Kiki complained. “Why does the boss always assign boring ones to us?”
“What’s boring about a doctor finding a cure to cancer? Surely, it’s worth the headline.”
“There are no handsome guys here, MC.” Her companion sighed. “As per research, Dr. Freeman is a genius, but he looks like a crazy old dude with no sleep. How can I listen to this four-hour conference?”
“There, there, Kiki. That’s why you have me. We’re in this together. Just don’t forget to take lots of photos, okay?”
“Aye. Aye.”
The program started, “Good morning, we welcome you all to this conference on ‘A Step Closer to Curing Cancer.’ We are afraid that Dr. Freeman is unable to come with us due to an illness, but he will be substituted by his assistant.”
“Oh, that’s probably another old guy. I want to bail out.” Kiki whispered. “Why do we always choose to be on the front? It’s hard to stand up without getting noticed.”
“Shh… keep quiet, Kiki, I’ll need to take note of the name for the article.” She answered her colleague back.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to introduce our speaker, Dr. Lucien.”
…
“Ten Million people per year die because of cancer. It might be strangers, our friends, our loved ones. Ladies and gentlemen, you may have to worry no more. On behalf of my mentor, Dr. Freeman, this is Dr. Lucien, not only saying to you good morning, but we have found a cure.”
“On second thought, I thank you, Madam Boss, for the assignment and you MC for the front row seats. This guy is gorgeous. And his voice, don’t get me started with his voice.”
“…”
“MC, hey.”
“…”
“Earth to MC!” Kiki whispered again as she looked at MC with confusion.
He was here in the flesh. Her friend, is he still her friend even though it has been years since their last message? Exactly 999 days?
He saw her.
Their eyes met,
for one
two
three seconds.
And a smile crept on to his lips.
Did he wait? Did he still love her? All those questions were on her mind as he was speaking to the audience. They were mesmerized by him like she was. Lucien was still Lucien, but he was brighter than ever.
You were supposed to wait;
To be together, you and I,
But then you didn’t.
And sadly, you were obedient
“MC, you were so spaced out during the whole conference. Are you okay?”
“Yes, Kiki. I was just a bit shocked.”
“Did you get star struck? Or fall in love at first sight? So that’s your ideal guy, MC. I’ve never seen you dating since we started working.” Her friend pondered.
“Uhmm.. he just looked familiar.”
“Oh, wait, there he is!” Kiki said as she dragged her through the people who were crowding the star.
“Lucien!” Someone shouted, and a woman suddenly was in the middle of the crowd hugging the doctor.
“Jade! I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said as she smiled at her and kissed her cheeks.
“Wow! What a beauty!” Kiki said as both of them got shocked by the newcomer. “I want to see them closer, I want a picture. They look cozy.”
“You can go to them, Kiki. I’m going to go ahead.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m hungry, and I need to go to the office so that it can be printed tomorrow.” She said to her friend as she bid her goodbye.
Thoughts run on her mind as she was walking away.
In the end, he fulfilled her wish;
Not to wait, but to move on.
In the end, she fulfilled his wish,
To wait, even though she told him not to.
Months have passed since that meeting.
Her article was a hit earning her praise.
He flew back to the US to continue the research.
She was sad, but that didn’t stop her in life. She still worked, went out with friends, and thought of him less and less.
Maybe they were not just meant to be?
No other guys she has met ever piqued her interest.
Maybe she was meant to be single?
Maybe?
Maybe not?
Maybe?
Maybe not?
She said as she plucked the leaves on the fallen flower.
She was alone on her sanctuary, at the peach grove, until she hears footsteps.
Until she saw him.
“Hey.” He said cautiously.
“Lu… Lucien?”
“I was looking for you everywhere, I almost forgot we hung out at this spot.”
“You were looking for me?”
“Yes. I’ve tried going to your house, but the tenant said you’ve already moved.”
“Oh yeah. You could’ve messaged me.”
“I wanted to see you.” He said as he looked at her. “At the conference, I was looking for you, but your friend said you were back in the office. I forgot to ask your number from her; you changed your’s way back.”
“Yes, I was busy writing the article about the cure for cancer.”
“I read it. It was an amazing article.”
“Your research was marvelous, how’s it by the way?”
“We are actually on Phase 2 of testing, we are conducting one in the US, and I’m assigned here.”
“Oh,” she was shocked. “So, you’ll be staying here?”
“For good, hopefully. We can conduct researches and coordinate them online.”
“That’s good. I’m happy for you.” She said as she smiled at him.
They spent a few minutes of silence together, admiring the beauty of their peach grove.
“M?”
“Yes”
“I missed you, you know.”
“You’re not the only one who did, Lu.”
“You were right.”
“About what?”
“That forcing it back then would have destroyed us. I would’ve been busy with the patients, then the research, I would have no time for you.”
“And you would’ve blamed yourself for not putting me first and pushing me away. That’s why I did it first.”
“I understand that. I guess it’s the perks of being an adult, yes?”
“True. I would probably hide from you forever if we broke up back then.” She laughed at the notion.
“Six years, and you still laugh the same.” He told her.
“Six years, and you are still as observant as ever.” She countered back.
“And single as ever.”
“You never dated?”
“Too busy with the research.”
“I thought you were dating that pretty girl at the conference?”
“Do I smell jealousy there?”
“No!”
“It was Jade. Her husband was one of my colleagues at the hospital. Both of them were actually there at the conference.”
“Oh.”
“I’m actually waiting for this stubborn girl, but she told me not to.”
“Oh.”
“M … I’m still waiting for you. The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were the one. But that time, back then, wasn’t ours. I hope now is the right time.”
“We were best friends back then, Lu. Right now, we barely know each other.”
“We’ll take it slow. Let’s hang out like we used to, start being friends again. Then go on dates, adventures, more dates?”
“What about work?”
“The perks of being head researcher means I have many people I can delegate my work to. No more late nights. How about you?”
“No worries on my side. Ever since I started working, everything went well, Dad’s job is stable, and I guess we have no more financial problems.”
“You in? Slow and steady?” he said as he extended his hand to her.
“I’m still scared, Lu.”
“We’re always a good team, M. We can do this together.”
“I know.”
“So? You and me?”
“Yes, you and me.” She said as she held his hand.
They both hugged each other.
Harder than the last.
Harder thinking it was their last.
But actually, it was one of their many firsts.
Their first hug as a couple,
Their first date,
Their first kiss.
He asked her to wait,
the stubborn girl he loved.
To be together, she and him
And he thought she didn’t.
Time has passed
And fate let them meet again
Luckily, she did
The stubborn girl was obedient.
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hello friends , my name is peach and this is my lil baby scout ! i also play atlas , just so y’all know that i have two lil demons floating around. anyway , please feel free to shoot me a message if you wanna plot or give this a like and i’ll message you !
madison bailey. cis female. she / her. have you run into scout sutton around the bay ? they’re a twenty-two year old visitor who’s currently a travel blogger / influencer. they always seem to remind people of fields of sunflowers, long curls tied back in a pony tail, living in a bathing suit, & surfing until it gets dark. i wonder if it’s because of their noncommittal yet free-spirited nature. if you’re looking for them, try surfs up ; i heard they’re there a lot. & muse 13b.
hello , hello ! i don't have too much to say here except that scout is a sweet & sassy lil surfer who will absolutely kick ur ass if u piss her off. i always write long as fuck intros so i’m gonna try to keep this short & sweet !
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.
full name : scout olivia sutton
nickname : none.
age : twenty - two.
zodiac : aries.
occupation : travel blogger / influencer.
orientation : pansexual / panromantic - slight fem. preference.
languages spoken : english.
𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 / 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. triggers include : death , abandonment.
sweet scout was born to young parents who weren’t ready to have a child. they were only 16 & didn’t think they could give her the life they wanted to. so , she was put up for adoption & bounced between a ton of foster homes. it took a while , but she was eventually adopted by an older couple who were never able to have children. she was already seven by the time she was adopted so she had a hard time adjusting.
however , her adoptive parents were big travelers and took little scout with them everywhere. she was homeschooled & spent her days reading & exploring new places with her family.
never really settled in one place & considered her home with her parents wherever they were. however , once place they always visited was her dads hometown , turquoise bay , south carolina. they went once or twice every single year & she loved it there.
death tw. so , fast forward a little bit & her dad gets sick and they have to settle down in turquoise when she’s about sixteen. he passes away & it really rocks her world. a little over two years later , her mom ends up passing too. they said it was old age mixed with losing her husband. so , scout was nineteen & suddenly on her own.
was left a trust fund by her parents that she didn’t know about that would basically support her comfortably for the rest of her life.
but ! she had started a website that she was running with her mom for when they travelled , so she took that over and started to get a following on instagram.
so she now runs a travel blog & is an influencer on instagram , she’s not super big yet but she’s getting there.
has been feeling a little lost lately and just got back to the bay within the last week.
has always loved photography & has taken pictures everywhere she’s been. has sim cards full of pictures.
is absolutely in love with the beach !! loves to go anywhere she can swim or surf.
has a lot of weird / odd talents.
absolutely terrified of settling down & commitment. spent her whole life on the move and is just so scared of anything permanent.
loves to surf , loves the beach , definitely big on taking care of sea life. knows all the ins and outs of the bay.
generally a pretty sweet girl , can be a little sassy & outspoken.
super trustwothy !!!
that’s all for now folks.
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
her best friend that’s a local who she can’t wait to see every year / lucien.
maybe someone she kinda ‘dated’ over any summer she visited but she wouldn’t say it was serious and then went bye bye back to traveling.
someone who’s family knew her family or her dad.
someone that supported her while she was in t.bay for a few months when her dad was sick. kirby.
anyone who’s a fan of her travel blog / work / insta.
anyone she met while she travelled !!! she’s been Everywhere
fwb ?? something completely not serious
honestly just anything
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Advanced Entomology - Chapter 2: Nectaring
Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer
Rating: Carolina Reaper (See Masterlist for rating descriptions)
Warnings: dubious/uninformed consent, see masterpost A/N
Due to the nature of the questionable consent in this fic, if you enjoy this story enough to reblog it, please reblog the masterpost rather than individual chapters.
Author’s Note: And now, the smut appears. ‘Nectaring’, I swear to god, is a real word describing how butterflies feed from flowers.
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Dinner. In his apartment. After weeks of dates in public, dinner in restaurants, and decreasingly decorous kisses in darkened theatres, Lucien thinks his experiment is ready to proceed to the next stage.
Everything he feeds her is sweet with nectar. The warm summer is perfect for fruit and honey, and he indulges the tastes of his butterfly.
At last, she sips the last of the juice from her bowl of peaches and smiles at him. “I’m such a glutton, I can’t resist fresh fruit!”
Lucien rests his chin on his hands and smiles at her from across the table. “Then I chose well.”
“You did! Everything was so delicious.” Their eyes meet, and Lucien lets his smile broaden. Tension warms the air between them. After a few moments of silence her gaze stutters away nervously. She starts gathering the plates, looking for something to occupy herself with. Lucien rises and takes the plates from her, placing them back on the table.
“Don’t worry about that right now.” He puts his hands on her shoulders and steers her to the couch. “Sit, I’ll put on a movie.” He hears her settling into the corner cushions as he turns to the shelf of DVDs. He runs his fingers along the row, finally selecting My Fair Lady. He tracks the near-silence of her anxious fidgeting while he puts the disc in and turns on the television.
The cheery overture begins as the opening credits begin. “Since you like Roman Holiday so much, I thought you might enjoy another of Audrey Hepburn’s films.” He takes a seat at the other end of the couch and turns off the lamp. They are saved from complete darkness by the glow of the screen. Lucien turns his innocent smile on her as he drapes his arm across the back of the couch. The invitation is clear, and his weeks of patience are rewarded as she hesitantly slides over to lean against him.
As the film progresses, she relaxes into him. He rubs his fingers in light circles on her arm, seemingly nonchalant. His eyes are on the television, but his attention is focused on her with laser intensity. He knows she’s ready to be pushed, but how far? His associates are impatient, overbearing even, but he knows this situation is as fragile as a butterfly’s wings; too heavy a hand will destroy it beyond repair.
She turns to him as Eliza Doolittle returns to Henry Higgins. “I love this movie. Thank you for thinking of it.” She presses closer to him, imperceptibly.
“I’m so happy you liked it.” He kisses her forehead with a smile, and inwardly revels in the way her head tilts back. Her eyelashes flutter across his mouth as her lips seek his, unsatisfied with that first modest osculation. Lucien curls his arm around her, gathering her to his chest. His other hand settles at her hip, carefully placed to avoid startling her.
Her kisses are warm, and soft at first. He lets her set the pace, ever mindful of her innocence. He doubts she comprehends the breadth of his patience. It takes several minutes of happy sighs before her kisses become sloppier, her mouth opening to him like the petals of a rose, inviting his tongue inside. Her entire body eases into him, her skirt rucking up over her thighs as her weight settles into his lap. His hands spasm once before he masters himself, fingertips digging into the soft curve of her hips. Her breath hitches, and he can feel her heart hammering in her chest as she arches into him.
“ Lucien --” it comes out as a reedy gasp. She pulls back slightly, enough to look down at his face. Her eyes are obscured to him in the backlight of the television. He reaches out and turns the lamp back on. Her cheeks are flushed pink, lips shining and pupils dilated with want. She takes a deep panting breath. “Lucien, I -- do you want to --” He sees the fear lurking in her eyes, under the yearning, and cuts her off with another kiss. It’s slow and gentle, not the surge upward he wants to make.
“I do,” he assures her. “Very much. But not before you’re ready for it.”
He can tell she’s about to argue, and forestalls it by cradling his arms around her and laying her down on the couch. He leans over her, careful not to rest his weight on her. “Don’t push yourself.” He kisses her lips, then her cheek, then the soft spot under her jaw. “There are . . . other things we can do instead.”
Her eyes are relieved and perplexed all at once. He grins suggestively before returning to her jaw, pressing a searing kiss there and then running his tongue down the line of her throat to her collar bone. She shivers under him and hitches one leg around his calf. “I - I would like that.”
He mouths at her clavicle before nuzzling his nose down the line of buttons on her blouse. “May I undo these?” Hearing an affirmative hum, Lucien shifts all his weight to one arm to free up a hand. He takes his time, savoring the soft skin revealed inch by pale inch. The white cotton bra smells of laundry detergent, deodorant, and a hint of sweat. He pauses with his forehead against her sternum, the faint musk filling his nostrils. She starts to tremble as he drags his tongue lightly along the edge of the bra cup.
As if to distract her, he starts lecturing. “There are many forms of sexual intercourse,” he mumbles against her breast. “Penetrative sex is only the most obvious.” His free hand tugs the cup down, freeing her nipple. It’s already pebbled and taut, a dark rosy pink, inviting him to caress it. He slants a look up at her; her head is tipped back against the arm of the couch, mouth open and panting. He sucks the bud into his mouth and swirls his tongue against it. Her torso ripples under him as her hands aimlessly seek purchase and one lands in his hair. Tentatively, she tugs, and he obediently follows the pull back to her mouth.
“What other forms did you have in mind, Professor?” Her voice is breathy and teasing. She’s confident, now that she knows the Rubicon won’t be crossed tonight.
“Hmmm,” he rumbles against her throat. His thumb skates up her rib cage and pops open the bra’s front clasp. Her other breast falls free, soft and heavy against his bicep. “I would very much like to explore you.” He always felt he was misnamed as Ares. Hephaestus the artificer suits him much better. “To study what makes you feel good.”
“Research again?” She giggles.
“But not a type I’ll be able to forget.” He pulls her arms around his neck and lifts her to a sitting position, then slides down to kneel on the floor in front of her. He rests his forehead between her breasts and splays his hands around her slender waist. She ruffles his hair and runs her nails lightly down the back of his neck.
Lucien nibbles along the curve of her breast, marveling at the gooseflesh that rises in the wake of his lips. He chases the anticipation of sensation down her side, flicking his tongue in the smooth indentations between each rib. His right hand rises as his mouth descends; he kneads her breast while his tongue traces down along the floating rib and he can nip gently at her waist, eliciting a strangled moan.
His hands slide down at last, delving under her rumpled skirt. One thumb runs along the edge of her panties before hooking under them at the narrowest spot over her hip. His other hand wanders up the curve of her inner thigh, seeking her apex.
“Like Zeus, I come to you not as a man.” He presses kisses down the centre line of her stomach, drawing her panties down at the same time. He can feel her stomach muscles tightening before he draws away to push the skirt up completely, giving him total access to her. “Today, instead, I’ll be like the shower of gold that visited Danae.” Her panties land on the floor beside him and he rests his chin on her thighs to look up at her before he parts her legs. She stares back at him, petrified with lust. It occurs to him in this instance he might be more like the Gorgon than Zeus.
He breathes warmly over her mons, and isn’t surprised that’s all it takes to make her hips cant towards him. It fortuitously brings her closer to him, and he takes the opportunity to tongue her labia apart, searching for that little bundle of nerves. She whimpers above him, one hand clenching suddenly in his hair. He licks her clitoris with agonising slowness and feels her heels dig into his back. The whimper becomes a keening gasp when he sucks her nub completely into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape it lightly. Her stomach spasms against his forehead as she tries to flinch away and push closer to him at the same time, the new sensations trapping her instead. He hums into her and slides his fingers inside, the pin holding down the butterfly for display.
Carefully he spreads her lips wider, fluttering his fingers and tongue in counterpoint. Her knees start to shake against his biceps as she climbs towards orgasm. Lucien stills his fingers and uses his free hand to lift her right thigh onto his shoulder. He presses searing kisses into her gracilis, following the muscle from the plush cushion of her labia down to her knee. His index and middle finger stay quiescent inside her, assessing the tension of the smooth muscle there. He rests his cheek against her knee and shows her a soft smile, projecting affection and empathy rather than the wild joy he feels at successfully capturing her with yet another line of spider’s silk.
“Are you ready?” His voice is low and velvety and he whispers the question into the tendons of her knee. She shivers and swallows thickly, but can’t find her voice. Instead she nods, weak at first, but then more forcefully as he waits.
He slides his fingers out of her and she whimpers, scrabbling at his scalp, but before she can mount a coherent protest he’s diving into her, dragging both her thighs against his shoulders as he thrusts his tongue inside of her. He pins her with his left arm as she tries to curl up around him, while his right hand slides around her hip and over her belly to finger that nub from above as his nose nuzzles at it from below.
The shrill sounds of her orgasm are muffled by her thighs around his ears, but he can feel her body try to suck him further in, trapping his face against her pelvis as she ripples around his tongue. He notes the peristalsis in satisfaction when her musk coats his chin. He releases her clitoris, but keeps his lips pressed against her until he feels her relax again.
Lucien rises from his kneeling position, ignoring the cramp in one knee. She is undone, her chestnut hair spread across the back of the couch, the hand not still tangled in his hair fallen limply along the cushions. Her exposed breasts are prickled with goose bumps, rising and falling with her rapid breaths. Her eyelids drift open to find him smiling down at her, and she meets it with a relaxed smile of her own. It strikes Lucien that this is the calmest he’s ever seen her; normally she is a complex collection of anxiety, determination, and giddiness. This languidness is novel.
She lifts her hand and brushes his hair back from his forehead before letting it flop down beside her. “That - that was --” she trails off into a satisfied sigh. He joins her on the couch, nudging until she’s cradled against his chest with her face tucked into his neck.
“That was delicious.” He finishes the sentence for her. She nods into his throat, already drowsy.
“But what about you, Lucien?”
“I’m happy to wait,” he replies, leaning on her drowsiness. It only takes a few breaths for her to drift fully to sleep, but Lucien sits, cradling her for nearly a quarter of an hour before carrying her to the bedroom. He carefully removes her disheveled clothing and tucks her into his bed.
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Personal GUIDE - Love and Producer EN (Mr Love Queen’s Choice) - EVENTS, Lucien Peach Blossoms (free SSR event)
For once I’m not posting about the event X days before it starts.
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Small note: The “bigger” events are usually 7 days, while “smaller” events like Stone Locket and 2x Elite Drop whom are only 2-3 days. Limited Karma gacha are 10 days, and then there are some really special events that lasts 1 month.
Events where there are 4 SSR cards are around 40k gems.
Events with only 1 SR card are around 8k gems.
Do not use that number as an exact estimate of how much this card will cost.
One important thing to note is that Love and Producer rarely do revival events. Limited cards are exactly that: limited.
So save up your items and hope your account has some amazing luck!
EVENTS, Lucien Peach Blossoms event
I’m not going to post a guide for this event.
Besides it’s different from the original one. I’m not saying we haven’t had this type of event in China, we have, but not for the Lucien Peach Blossom card.
So, how is this different you ask? In Chinese we had a potted plant we were "tending" with fertilizer and watering. I think you had like a month to do it. So basically just login would water the plant and fertilizer was free every x hours. If you did it perfectly it only took like 7 days, and the average was 11-12 days. Everything was 100% free. Our event in EN is actually different! (from the original one at least. we've had this type of event in Chinese, just not for this card)
All in all, the only thing you need to know is that the Free SSR / Free SR events are completely FREE. No need to spend Gems. At all. It’s like that in Chinese, and it should be like that in English too.
Here’s the materials needed
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