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Inconveniences

@Ravengiest

Lucien considered himself skilled in the art of death. The art of love ,however was one in which he was woefully inexperienced. But... (Y/N.) did something to him. He just noticed their laugh,thier eyes, thier reserve and form with a blade, the way they could be caring yet equally deadly. More than a perfect balance for him. He... wanted them to notice him...perhaps to even love him. He knew they had a life outside thier merry little family of assassins. So how could he a man who’s life relied on death and murder. Court Somone so contrary?

Perhaps the way he dealt with assasinations? With enough inconvience for it to work.

He’d start by giving Vicente a specific contact to give to them. Then he’d just make it so they accidentally needed his... expertise...no that idea is too against policy.

If Lucien wanted to do this he’d have to do it properly. He’d have to spend some time at Cheydinhal sanctuary.Since where he’s staying is... in disrepair (which is true fort Farragut is no Castle Burma.) So Lucien would just happen to stay at Cheydinhal for a few days.

Vicenté sighed at Lucien’s request.

“Disrepair is unlike you why are you really here.Perhaps it has something to do with our newest recruit?”

“I ...I wouldn’t ...No.” Lucien Tried to deny Vicente’s claims yet Vicente was a vampire who could hear heartbeat ,and thus lies. Not to mention even under a hood his face was bright red.

“You’ve always been a horrid liar Lucien. Perhaps try speaking to them about something other than contacts.”

Vicente suggested.

However Lucien knew his plan and (Y/Ns) schedule.

So he set everything up (Y/N) enjoyed reading after a contract and Lucien had planned it so that when they reach for a book a few others would fall and he’d help them pick the books up.

Then he waited thinking of everything that might go wrong... fixing little imperfections in his plan.

Then they came in back from today’s contracts as stunning as always. They went to hand thier contract in to Vicente. Then they went to pick out thier books.

Boom!

Just like the plan they fell all the books

On the floor.

Lucien “conviently.” Rushed in to help.

“Are you alright (Y/N.)? Here let me help you.” Lucien started.

“Im fine thanks and thanks for the help.”(Y/N) responded.

Lucien noticed one perfect flaw in his plan in a book he went to pick up. Was a small morning glory vine he had used as a bookmark.

“Y/N. You have something in your hair.” Lucien told them.

“What is it?” They questioned.

“This.” Lucien picked off a single morning glory and tucked it behind thier ear.

“Now you have something as resilient as you.” Lucien smiled.

“Hey Lucien.” (Y/N) smiled

“You have something on you’re lips.”

(Y/N) smirked

“What?” Lucien replied

“This.” (Y/N.) cupped Lucien’s face with both hands and kisses him.

Taking him completely by suprize something almost impossible to do to an assassin of his caliber.

When they broke apart you could hear in the background Teneva say to Ocheeva

“You owe me 5 septims.”

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A confession

Zara Graves the current speaker of Cheydinhal sanctuary,the listener of the dark brotherhood, the black rose murderess, the woman who could quite literally kill with a kiss and….The love of his life….. although…. he just couldn’t say it… The thing about Lucien was that he was tactile reserved. Love was a more painful art then even murder. Why? Simple Love is the strongest emotion which also makes it the most dangerous. Lucien knee Poisons,Potions,spells and enchantments… but the most powerful magic he had encountered was her.

Zara, he sat outside her office sharpening his blade watching her dance quietly about her office. Going through contract after contract. Scribbling notes for the other speakers on the fancy enchanted parchment she wrote with. He loved watching her work the slight intricacies in the way she moved her hand when writing. Or the way her lip twitched upward just the slightest bit when she was thinking about her pride in the other Assassins in the sanctuary.

However… she’d been at this all night. A workaholic and protectionist.Truly woman after his own heart. She needed a break. If not for her own sake than for his own assurance she hadn’t overworked herself. He placed the blade he was polishing down on the table and made his way to where she was sitting. He knew he could instinctually be quiet a risk of the trade perhaps. However Zara was an Assassin same and he was and they both had a tendency to be ...jumpy. So he announced himself with a knock on the door frame.

“May I come in?” Lucien questioned.

“Of course you may, I don’t think I’ve denied you before ,and I am not about to start now.” Zara chuckled. Her white bobbed hair all pouring into her face as she scribbled into her paperwork intently.

Lucien shook his head, she always did this. It was apart of her dedication to the brotherhood. He slid his arms around her in a surprise hug.

Before whispering

“You need a break my dear.”

“I would Luce...but the paperwork.” Zara started to explain.

Lucien looked her in the eyes. Slid his fingers under her chin and kissed her.

“The paperwork can wait. Come.” He takes her hand ,and leads her outside of Cheydinhal sanctuary. Down the streets laden with purple houses.

“Lucien where are we going?” Zara questioned.

“You’ll see.” He replied leading her to the stables.

“Are we taking your horse or mine?” Zara questioned.

“It matters little to me. Apple is game for anything.” He smiled at the brown horse before smuggling Apple a treat.

“Mine is a cool demon horse…” Zara smirked

“And Apple is sweet. So we’re at an impasse I’m afraid.” Zara smiled.

“An impasse...hmmm..that simply won’t do. I guess we’ll have to race.” He mounted his horse as quickly as he proposed the idea. Waiting for Zara to get on her horse Shadowmere.

When they were both on they were off… Lucien knew to make sure to try and lead her in the right direction now that he’d noticed he forgot to tell her which way they were heading.

“Zara follow me!” Lucien called to her.

“Follow you? Isn’t that an unfair advantage I thought we were racing.” Zara teased before following him racing him in the similar direction.

When they had finally reached their destination Lucien just smiled as he had arrived first.

He dismounted himself before aiding Zara in doing the same.

“I can dismount myself you know.” Zara grabbed onto his chest for balance.

“I know Zara.” He smirked moving a white strand of hair from her face. “I know.”

Lucien looked to Zara her purple eyes as vibrant as ever in the moonlight.

“So what mysterious place has legendary Assassin Lucien Lachance led me to now?” She smiled.

“It was once an old military fort… now it’s abandoned.” Lucien explained.

“It’s seen countless lives come ,and go. Yet now if you and I climb to the top.” Lucien mad his way to stand next to Zara his hand pointing at tower on the fort. “We can watch countless stars do the same.” He smiles trying to gauge Zara’s reaction. He led her to the edge of the tower to a spot he knew to have a ladder. He lead her on first. Not ,because she was afraid of danger he knew that was the farthest thing from fact ,because he was afraid of her being in danger.

He followed Zara up ,and lay down beside her to look up at the sky above. A swirl of black ,and pink ,and blue. A background as dark as the void itself. Yet teeming with the souls of those loyal to sithis.

“I like to imagine the stars are souls of brotherhood members before us.” Zara thought aloud wistfully.

“There to break the misconception that nothingness is darkness. That to believe in a void or a meaninglessness is to believe in some sort of evil. If nothing has meaning or matters… if it’s a void than each of us are free in the end. Truly free, every soul sent to Sithis is a soul set free.” Zara explained leaning into Lucien’s Robe. Her white hair on his shoulder a stark contrast to the black he usually donned.

“A beautiful sentiment… not nearly as beautiful as you though.” He smiled. Playing with her hair with the hand of the arm that was wrapped behind her neck.

“Thank you.” Zara looked to him her eyes bright purple.

“For what my dear?” He asked.

“For ensuring I don’t get to caught up in contracts.”She said. Her voice reverberating through his chest.

“Always...I love you.” Lucien confessed.

And just like that Love to him while just as dangerous… was just as dangerous in the arms of someone worth dying for.

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An eye for an eye

Requested by: @ziggy-zaggystardust

It was simple the town of outlaws was the perfect place for a boy with a talent for killing. Thieves the prominent smell of mead and the misty fog the added to the overall aura of Riften. Lucien chuckled to himself... he was on the run from the dark brotherhood...they kept trying to recruit him but Lucien had always been weary of anything that could put restrictions on his “specific lifestyle.” Lucien liked killing not out of malevolence. He liked it as an art form the skill of a blade. The power of life or death in his hands. He also loved the fact that where the law failed death wouldn’t.

Lucien was Swift he preferred killing those who deserved it.Abusers,bullies,and ruffians. He was also sought after as an assassin even though he was outside the dark brother hood or morag tong. In his experience people who wanted somebody dead usually had their reasons.

So he had come to Riften a place filled with rowdy underground markets as well as enough ruffians for him to work for weeks. Best part being the guard was used to finding bodies here and there no investigation it was commonplace ,and well the guard was corrupt. He had a small satchel on his hip full of goods he had stolen off his last victim. A High class type who cares little for thier underlings. Now the only person who has to worry about them at all was the undertaker.

Lucien was determined to see the thieves guild in skyrim they had a peticularly good fence as well as being discreet.

Lucien was waiting ,and watching the busy Riften streets. The ebb and flow of townspeople,The killers lurking amount them ,and the beautiful ignorance in which they carried themselves. When he heard and felt a snap.

Somebody had cut his satchel and took it.So Lucien darted after them hiding behind objects before finally catching up to the thief in an unpopulated part of town.

“Think you can take what ever pleases you?” Lucien questioned.

“Perhaps you shoulda took better care of you’re stuff.” The thier replied.

“In that case perhaps I can take something from you.” Lucien smirked.

Moving swiftly and pinning the man down with his knees on the mans chest.

Lucien reclaimed his bag from the mans hands and took out a dagger.

“Im sorry I’m sorry There’s really no need to get nasty.”

The man begged

“Usually I’d be inclined to agree ,but you know what the old saying is an eye for an eye.” Lucien smiled.

Holding the mans eyelid open with one hand sliding the dagger in and using the dagger to pop it out.

The issue with that is the eye was still attached until Lucien cut the nerve that held the eye inside the mans body and took the eye in his now bloodied hand and inspected it.

“Tell me how much do eyes go for in a theives market? I hear they’re wonderful for alchemy.” Lucien wondered aloud.

To a grown man with one bloodied socket whom he was still on top of even though the thief was squirming.

“Shhhh... Now we’re not done.You took a bag from me with a set of items. It’s only fair I should do the same.”

Lucien explained whilst plucking out the mans other eye. Placing them both in his Newly retrieved Satchel before walking away. Wether the man bled out Lucien cared little all he needed to do was scare the man into learning his lesson.

NOBODY STEALS FROM LUCIEN LACHANCE.

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The end of the beginning

@novikfyz

Lucien was going about his day as usual. Cheydinhal was unusually quiet. The speaker Zara...his wife... was out on a contract. Vicente was in his room. But had been avoiding his gaze for days. However Lucien had finished his contracts for...today. So he knocked on Vicente’s door.

“Lucien.” Vicente smiled. The two had been friends for many years so Lucien was familiar to the vampires classical room.

“You’ve been avoiding my gaze,brother have I offended you?”Lucien questioned

“No.” Vicente replied

“I just worry about that wife of yours for all her skill...

she should be being careful.” Vicente thought

“Unfortunately we’re past careful Vicente ,and you know it. She’s lucky she’s survived so far as long as she has. Most don’t survive this long with an illness like hers. Perhaps I’m just trying to think of it in the best way I can.... I just ... Sithis mercy.... I just don’t want to loose her.” Lucien thought aloud.

“Which is why I told her she should be trying to survive. Fighting it off not on contracts. Yet she’s loyal.” Vicente smiled shaking his head.

“I just I have an awful feeling... like something awful is going to happen... or already has.” Lucien sighed.

“You know you already sent the others out looking for her.” Vicente tried to calm him down.

“I should be out there as well.” Lucien sighed.

“You were out all last night. What you need is rest.” Vicente tried to explain.

However there was a thud at th door to the sanctuary. A foreboding pounding. That made both Vicente and Lucien rush to the door.

It was Gorgon Gro-Bolmog and Telandril holding another member of Cheydinhal sanctuary raising the eyebrows of both Lucien and Vicente.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Vicente questioned.

“Tell them yourself traitor.” Gorgon pushed Haelani to the floor. Haelani having been a member of the sanctuary for some years.

“The Morag tong wanted its debts paid she was ill and weak an easy kill with a fitting end.” Haelani smirked.

“NO! NO! NOT HER NO! YOU BROKE A TENNENT! BETRAYED A DARK SISTER! YOURE FRIEND MY WIFE!” Lucien grabbed Haelani by the hair.

“There is only one Option.” Lucien stated. Vengeance for his wife.... his....by sithis he’d never hear her laugh again. He’d never see her eyes light up when he’d tell her about his kills.

This was personal and there will be hell to pay.

“She was dying anyway I did her a favor I rushed it along.” She smiled

“The you’re dying too the rest of you’re lifespan be DAMNED!” He started by breaking every finger and toe he could find before breaking the legs to immobilize her. Then he thought about what would be the most painful way to make them pay for what they did to her.

Easy skin them with a dull knife only in places it wouldn’t kill her. Just enough to torture her then threaten everyone she cared about. Take the idea of safety away from her. And when he was done he based her skill into the floor leaving blood everywhere.

Before turning away shaking. Tears streaming down his face he was speaker now and yet his first act gave him no pleasure. As it wouldn’t bring his wife back.

He rubbed the back of his bloodied hand against his face.

“Uh boss? I’m sorry for your loss but Do you think this blood will come out of my boots?”Gorgon questioned.

“Don’t bother him he’s grieving. Just Try soap dear.” Telandril suggested.

Lucien had a found a fort was going to take his wife to... just until she got better and to hide from the threats such as the morag tong. But it was useless now. All the traps to protect her the way he had started setting things up.

But he couldn’t stay here it was her home and every little thing here reminded him of her Schumer the stupid skeever he bought to scare her that she ended up loving. The dark gaurdiand she single handedly brought back. The alchemy room where shed do her research. The fireplace and it’s bookshelves which shed fall asleep next too. Even the stables where Her horse Shadowmere whom she had saved from some priests had lived. Shadowmere the last living part of her he’d need to bring her to the fort for sure.

No he couldn’t stay here. He’d come back to help Vicente with the shadow scales that were supposed to come live with them at the end of the week. Zara had been in charge of that. She had books she had handpicked for them mainly fairytales...Snowwhite to be funny. She had also tried making cupcakes which she had burned quickly. For all her skills cooking was not one of them.

Staying here would kill him. Parts of it even smelled like her and her Black Roses.