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[rahleeyah]

Secret Santa Fic - I’ll be Home for Christmas

Since it’s officially the 23rd in Australia, I present my gift for the Doctor Blake Secret Santa Exchange. This is for @lucienblakes, who gave me the following prompt: it's Christmas Eve and Lucien doesn't know if he'll be home in time for morning. I hope you enjoy, and wish you a very happy holiday! 

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[dr-robby-robinavitch]

Lucien/Jean + 15

A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore, prompted by @marcuskaen as well

The stage lights were on her, the audience spellbound by her performance, by her commanding presence. His eyes followed her every movement, his eyes wide in rapture.

There were no words to describe her, but he took her in as much as he could, aching to be there beside her, to whisper sweet nothings in her ear until the sun fell and until darkness enveloped them both. He yearned to tell her how stunning she was, to be by her side, hold her hand, tell her how much he loved her. 

Because as distractingly beautiful as she was, he had to wait until the end of the play - he needed to see how it ended. So he watched as her bare feet skipped gracefully around the stage, and the smile on her face never diminished. She was in her element, her lines as natural as any conversation, her reactions as human as he’d ever seen her.

The hours passed, the audience gasping and laughing along with the cast, Lucien feeling light with love and awe. His wife was incredible.

As soon as the curtains drew to a close, he was on his feet, clapping and cheering, catching her eye. Her smile lit up the stage, and everything else dulled around her. The clapping fell away, the lights and the noise, leaving just him and her.

She was glowing when he found her after the play, surrounded by cast and crew members. She was incandescently happy, and he couldn’t imagine a better sight than her smile, joy bubbling at the surface as she hugged him.

Their shared joy set the room alight, Lucien kissing her lightly through their smiles. He’d wanted to kiss her since he set eyes on her that evening, watching her in the play had simultaneously been bliss and hell, admiring her from afar, but unable to be there with her. It was like reliving their early days.  

He was surprised when she slanted her lips over his, deepening the kiss as she held him close. They broke apart with laughter on their lips and love in their eyes, Lucien pressing one last kiss to her temple before sending her back towards the cast to celebrate. She deserved this celebration, but he still smiled dumbly at his shoes when he remembered she’d be coming home with him. She’d chosen him.

[professortennant]

Lucien/Jean + a Ballarat snow day

IT IS SNOWING IN HOUSTON RIGHT NOW AND I LOVE YOU THAT IS ALL

“Jean, love! Jean!” 

Lucien’s excited voice and gentle shakes stirred her from her dreams and she peered up at him sleepily from beneath a mountain of thick, heavy blankets, her hair tousled every which way from sleep. 

“Lucien, wha--”

“Snow! It’s snowing! C’mon, get up, get up!”

Lucien bounced for a moment on his knees in sheer excitement, his face lit up like a young schoolboy, eyes sparkling and even bluer than normal. The light shone behind him and the crisp, cold air all worked together to give him the appearance of a rather jubilant winter angel. 

Jean couldn’t find it in herself to be grumpy at being woken up so early and she allowed Lucien to drag her out of bed, shoving her boots and coat at her. She laughed at his antics as he practically pushed her out the door, ignoring her protests that she needed to dress properly. 

“Nonsense,” he said in mock sternness before opening the back door with a flourish. “Besides,” he continued, wrapping his arms around Jean from behind and burying his nose in her neck, muffling the rest of his sentence. “I’ll keep you plenty warm.”

The yard was covered in a thin dusting of snow, the tiny crystalline flakes melting and sticking in equal proportion. The sun’s rays filtered in between the trees and bushes, bouncing off the snowflakes and creating a special magic in the air. 

He lifted his head and rested his chin on his shoulder, simply taking in the view before them both before turning and watching Jean’s expression.

Her face was lit up, her mouth parting slightly and her eyes widening. She rested her hands on his arms around her waist, leaning back into him, still smiling. “I haven’t seen snow since I was a little girl. Oh, Lucien,” she sighed. “It’s just as magical as I remember.”

Lucien tightened his hold on her, watching as the tiny flakes clung to her nose and cheeks and eyelashes. She was a vision--a snow fairy sent to him to keep him safe and sound. 

He turned her slightly in his arms, tilting her head up so he could kiss the crisp, icy water from her lips. The snow that was clinging to her bottom lip melted instantaneously against the hot heat of his tongue and they both gasped at the contrasting sensations of hot and cold.

Jean shivered in his arms as his mouth set to work kissing each flurry from her skin. When he had kissed the last flake from her skin, he nuzzled at her hair, still grinning. 

Jean buried herself deeper within her coat and clung to Lucien’s warmth, not quite wanting to go inside yet. “If this keeps up,” she mused, “We might be able to get a snowman made. Or,” she added, excitedly. “Or a snow angel!”

Lucien dropped a kiss to her shoulder, humming in agreement. “I think I already have my very own snow angel right here.” And with that, he kissed her soundly, amongst the falling snowflakes, their love adding to the magic in the air.

[lorelaigilmoure]

for @lucienblakes

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

@lucienblakes is my Sydney Twin who has the best and most heart-achingly soft Malice headcanons and her writing inspires me every day because it’s always so skillful and emotive

@lucienblakes :)

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[dalimaldo]

@lucienblakes I saw your post on Anne Boleyn and did a double on her necklace. Earlier I saw a photo of Nadine Gardner wearing a similar style necklace and I was trying to figure out what the B stood for...crazy coincidence.

[lemmonlyman]

You are my Fandom Enabler. Every time I think I've clawed free you drag me back in. Also you rarely tag your posts which is something I've been meaning to raise with you for four years now 😘

First off WOW! way to attack me, Shannen, as your enabler I'm hurt so you’ll be getting payback. Also, we’ve had this conversation before, YOU KNOW HOW LAZY I AM! I also have yet, in all my years, to tackle a proper tagging system. My brain is always too jumbled to think of a system. So I like to just play it fast and loose! 

[professortennant]

I wanted to ask for 24 but then thought better of it, so 7 - Lucien/Jean

7. “I’ve missed you” kiss; coda to 4.01

Lucien slipped his hand into hers carefully, tugging them both over to the hospital’s stairwell. It had only been a few short days since he had last seen her, but in truth, it had felt like decades. 

Their relationship--already on shifting ground--had moved firmly from employer and employee to that of a courtship. He had grown too used to touching her in Adelaide--hands on her back and shoulder and hip and gentle kisses pressed to her temple and cheek and lips. 

The stairwell was empty and the closing door echoed loudly. For a moment, they just looked at each other, their hands still entwined. Jean smiled at him softly, “Hello.”

And then he was lost, stepping forward and sweeping her into his arms, his mouth covering hers gently. Her muffled sound of surprise was swallowed by his lips and his hands splayed over her back, clutching her to him. 

The thrill of kissing her still hadn’t worn off and he savored every moment, every sensation. Propriety loomed over him and he broke the kiss before burying his face in her neck and holding her to him, tightly. 

Stepping back, he brushed the back of his fingers over the curve of her cheek. Her cheeks were flushed, “What was that for?”

Lucien shrugged and Jean thought he looked oddly boyish, pleased and coveting something that was only his. “I missed you.”

She rolled her eyes at him, affectionately. “It’s been a few days, Lucien, really.” But her eyes were gleaming with pleasure. So much had changed between them and it still felt wonderful to hear him vocalize his feelings for her.

“We’ve wasted too much time, love. I don’t want to spend any more time away from you than I have to.” Her face softened at his words and she curled her fingers into his jacket, tucking herself beneath his chin. 

The ring he had collected from his family’s bank box sat heavy in his pocket and he itched to pull it out, to propose to her right here and rest secure in the knowledge they would never be parted again.

But it wasn’t sized yet and he wanted better for her than a proposal in hospital stairwell. Not now, but soon.