Guys... the Eluciens, they got me too... thank you all for the love and support for my earlier fanfic, "Ribbon" an epic Gwynriel tale. Without further ado...
Forgiveness: An Elucien Story
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"OH GREAT AND POWERFUL WIDDLE BABY LULU, I, THE HUMBLE SKANK WHORE ELAIN, BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS" the evil mean horrible gardener was on her hands and knees, her forehead pressed so far into the dirt she would have marks on her face.
"heh... continue," said the strong perfect sexy emotionally intelligent hunk of a man "I don't think you've begged enough."
"I was overwhelmed by my love for you, and stupidly set boundaries instead of just letting you, a man who I had known for .2 seconds, ravage claim me in front of everyone. I shrunk into myself because I LOVED YOUagush-"
Elain was suddenly thrown into a pile of sunlight. That's right Dear Reader, sunlight. Lucien Bumserra was the rightful heir of the Dusk Court. He would ever so bravely rule it, while stupid boring Elain gardened and had so many redheaded babies. After Lucien moved out of Elain's ex's house, of course.
"OHMIGODDDDDDDD!!!!!" Lucien's MASSIVE HOG was reaching Elain's perfectly fertile womb that could never birth an Illyrian baby.
"heh... mate."
"Yes Loochie Coochie!! I'm yours! I said I didn't want a mate, but I was stupid and wrong!!! I'm so sorry for doing what I wanted, I'm YOURSSSSUGHHHHHHH"
Lucien's tiny shriveled smelly perfect cock was reaching places BORING DUMB ELAIN had never even thought about before.
SPLATSQUIRTCREAMWHOOSHTRICKLEMEOWBARKBARK
All of a sudden Elain's Moist Garden™️ precipitated all over cute widdle baby Lucien's GIMONGOUS seven million billion jillion trillion gazillion inch cock.
"You... are forgiven. Next time, no boundaries. You are my mate, my property, I OWN YOU"
And so the perfect couple went on to live happily ever after in the Dusk court, free from the evil inner circle who hated poor defenseless baby lulu.
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Somebody call up a publisher, this shit is gonna go triple platinum everywhere. I hope it wasn't too boring to read about Elain, I know she's a horrible evil person who only likes gardening. If you have any requests, please send them to me. Love ya'll, drink water, fuck bitches, get money.
-High Queen Freakster Gooner, The One Who Doesn't Care About Her Digital Footprint At All
Hi! I saw that your requests are open so I have one if you are up for it: Rhysand x reader while she in on her period, with pains and cramps while Rhys is being very gentle and comforting. She tries to hide it at first and deal with it herself, but of course he knows and wants to help.
A/N - This is beyond sweet for The High Lord of Night Court! I hope you like it!
Gentle
Summary - Rhysand knows how to help his mate when she's hurting.
Warnings - Fluff (Mentions of cramps and menstrual cycle so be aware!)
“Darling, I brought you some tea,”
“I don’t think I can drink that right now, Rhys,”
“Madja recommended it,”
You perked up from the spot on the bed where to were curled up in a ball, your lower stomach was in bad enough pain you felt like moving would make it worse. But your mate, High Lord Rhsyand, stood at the opening of your master bedroom with a look like a wounded puppy and a massive tea cup filled with piping hot tea. Steam evaporated in the air as it rose from the midnight blue Night Court tea cup. He was sporting his usual black attire, already sitting in one a few meetings with some other HiIgh Lords and the Inner Circle.
You would be at those meetings as the High Lady of Night Court, as well as the second in command at the Inner Circle. You loved being in those meetings, helping your Court thrive and flourish as much as it could after winning the battle against Hybern. But of course, during one of the busiest days in Velaris, your period came with no abandon.
It hurt and slammed you sideways, and you were one tough fae that did in fact go into the Battle fighting alongside Rhysand. But for some reason, this cycle brought you to your knees and drained your energy to borderline exhaustion and weakness. You’ve handled this before, having the right snacks and getting plenty of sleep when you needed it the most.
Rhysand most of all knew how to help you.
He had a gentle way of helping you through the pain and cramps, providing plenty of clothes and undergarments when there was a slip-up throughout the night or during one of your naps. Even providing some of the best, let alone expensive snacks, for you when your energy drops. You felt terrible that he would help you throughout the day, he was always busy running Night Court and making sure it was secure and safe. So for him to carve out time in his day for you, was a blessing. Thankfully, the rest of the Inner Circle knew and understood, Mor even sent you small care packages of wine and chocolates when she knew it was going to be a rough cycle.
That morning you were attempting to get dressed and focus on the meetings lined up for the day. Rhysand could see it on your face as you were trying to mask the pain in your lower stomach and along your backside, you grimacing from the bloating and backaches. But you simply smiled, saying it was nothing while you were combing out your hair. He was about to question you again when another wave of pain hit you sideways, making you immediately shoot up from your chair at the vanity mirror and rush to the bathroom.
He knew then that you were in pain and decided to help fix it. Without you knowing, he canceled his meeting for the afternoon, letting the Inner Circle know that he was going to be busy and occupied and his meetings could be pushed to the following day.
You finally sat all the way up in your bed, ruffling your hair as Rhysand took that as his cue to come in. Closing the door behind him, he glided over to perch on the side of the bed to hand you the cup of tea, you feeling the warmth of the water against the porcelain cup. You breathed in the steam, smelling the strong scent and smiling slightly.
“Madja told me it’s a good tea to drink on your cycle,” Rhysand explained sheepishly as you eyed him with a raised brow, “I…I asked her some other remedies I can do to help you,”
You took a small sip from the tea after blowing off the steam, tasting the bite of the flavor but nonetheless a delicious taste on your tongue. You sighed in relief, the taste alone was amazing, and seeing your mate in front of you smiling in relief from seeing you happy was better too. Taking a few more sips, it was almost like the tea itself was laced with magic and you felt some relief already seeping into your bones and along your skin. Even the cramps you had some time before were sinking away to a dull ache, no longer sharp and against your stomach line.
“This is amazing, Rhys,” You hummed at him, realizing that you drank half of the cup before you knew it. He chuckled and took the cup from your fingers, kissing each knuckle delicately while he kept his violet eyes on you.
“Only the best for you,” he reassured you, “And after you finish this tea, we’re going to get you into a hot shower for the cramps, and I was thinking of a nice lunch outside in the garden. Some fresh air will help,”
“What about your meetings?” You questioned him in worry and curiosity. He shrugged and laced your hands together, placing the tea on the nightstand.
“I told the others I would be occupied for the day, and I will be helping you,” He reassured you soothingly as you were about to protest. Yet he held up his hand and pressed a soothing kiss along your cheek, wrapping you in his arms and giving you a loving embrace, “You are my priority today, darling. I don’t want to be anywhere else but with you, and those meetings were going to be mediocre at best anyway,”
You were grateful to have a mate like him, the pair of you falling in love fast and hard for one another after meeting so long ago. All of the stories of Rhysand being aloof, cruel, and filled with evilness that you’ve heard from other Courts flew out the window from the moment he smiled at you and took his hand in yours. He was kind to you, gentle in his nature, and insanely protective of you but not too protective to let you be independent. He saw you were strong and intuitive, filled to the brim with love and adoration, and he swore he would never let it falter for one second.
“Now, I think we should get into that shower and get yourself feeling ten times better with some of the shower salts we have yet to use from our anniversary,” he said lightly, you looking up at him with a raised brow
“You’re joining me?” You asked sheepishly, thinking that that state you were in would not be appealing to him. He laughed and traced your nose with his singular finger that had his wedding band on it.
“Don’t think I’m not going to lose an opportunity to bathe with my wife,” He joked, then poking your side to make you laugh before picking you up in his arms and carrying you off to the bathroom with ease. Having the Night Court as your husband and mate had its setbacks every once in a while. But not in that moment.
Not with him loving you and making sure you felt that love deep in your bones.
“Just admit it. You absolutely hate coming to work now, don’t you?” Asher smirked at his brother, leaning back against his locker. He knew what it was like for him when he had taken time of to adjust being thrown a newborn. At least Cole had Robyn around, though he wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. “How are they doing?” He couldn’t help but be a little jealous of his brother and his family. He knew it was a product of his own doing, and sure, he had Raine around, but being a single father was tough. When she was little she was a magnet and people looked at him with dreamy eyes. Now that she was 8 it was a bit different. “If you can’t handle the heat you know what they say...don’t run into a fucking burning building. But seriously, how’s it going?”
-Aziraphale definitely didn’t know it was going to be Crowley in Wessex
-Crowley found Aziraphale at the Globe, where Aziraphale pretended not to know who he was
-Crowley showed up to save Aziraphale’s life at the Bastille; there’s no way he could’ve found him by chance, he’s definitely keeping tabs on Aziraphale by now, if he wasn’t already
-(in a deleted scene) Crowley knew when Aziraphale’s bookshop was going to open and brought him chocolates. When he realized that Aziraphale was getting promoted back to Heaven, he immediately came up with a plan, which was to... stand in an alley where Gabriel could hear him and hold a conversation with himself (using different voices) about how good a job Aziraphale was doing on Earth. Aziraphale didn’t notice.
-Crowley had already decided, a full 200 years before the apocalypse, that he was going to betray Hell to stay on Earth (with Aziraphale)
-Crowley showed up to save Aziraphale in the church, again proving that he’s keeping tabs on him, even though they potentially haven’t been speaking for close to 100 years because Aziraphale rejected him
-In 1967, Aziraphale finds Crowley on purpose, for as far as we know THE FIRST TIME IN 6000 YEARS
Also:
-Crowley goes to Aziraphale’s bookshop literally all the time
-I’m pretty sure Aziraphale has never once been to Crowley’s flat
In conclusion, Crowley has been chasing Aziraphale around for 6000 years and Aziraphale has been playing with his heart. Thank you.
