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summary: you’ve been with your boyfriend for months now, and it seems now he has a trust in you. you see his demon form and wonder…is sex still the same? naughty, naughty— you’re gonna be stuffed.
warnings: MDNI/18+, manhandling, hardcore on several, mention of piercing, implication of bigger demon forms, unreal stamina, size kink, impact play, degradation & praise, biting, overall horny girlfriend
Jinu ! - the somewhat gentle monster
when he admitted it to you, he was an absolute nervous mess. he loved you so much, and was willing to take whatever consequence of your reaction after. little did he know, you loved all of him. Soul, body, and absolute demon dicking.
“So you’re not going to…be upset at me? Or get mad?”
You grin, kicking your legs as you shake your head; “Nope, it actually makes things more interesting— but say, why did you hold back on telling me this?”
He sighs, rubbing his temples as he mansplains on the couch. Seeing him utterly weak and flustered makes you scoot closer to his figure. Tints of pink caress his cheeks as he ponders, and you lean closer, biting your lip.
Jinu wears his usual open collar shirt and jeans torn at the hems. He was an absolute gem to you, so why would you even be surprised a gorgeous man like him would hide such a secret like this? You didn’t fear demons, hell, now you loved them.
“I mean, it is a really big step—“
“Show me!”
You’re practically on the edge of your seat as you slam your hands on his thighs. Kneeling, you look up at him, pouting with innocent eyes. You loved seeing him like this. Confused and unsure what to do— but you didn’t mind, it was absolutely perfect.
“I don’t know, it’s—“
Your hands skim his jeans, tracing the stitch lines as you ask, “So that means you’re not bigger, hm? It’s totally fine, like—“
Instantly, your pretty face was snatched, your cheeks squished as your head was forcibly turned up. You hit a sensitive spot on him, and you knew that with the way his eyes glittered a beautiful gold. Jinu leaned forward, his fangs prominent;
“I am, you’re just awfully impatient, princess.”
“Weh,” you say, through puckered lips, “I dow ink soh.”
Oof, well it certainly was a quick one-way ticket to a rough blowjob.
He didn’t lie either.
Your hair was fisted in a knot as your soft lips was stretched to the brim on his big cock. Your tongue traces each vein and drools sloppily around his new hot lilac base. It didn’t matter if your jaw hurt the next day, or if he even tore you apart. You lived for having his cum artistically painted on your face, your eyes tearing and throat bobbing with his bulge. It made you his.
“Mmf!”
Another load was shot in your throat, yet he didn’t stop. Your moans and occasional chokes never slowed him down, or stopped your nose from rubbing against his happy trial. The only thing your blurry eyes could see was his soft smile staring down at you lustfully. Afterall, you were his beautiful princess.
And his ego wouldn’t allow him to stop fucking your mouth hungrily.
“Did you find a good use for those slutty lips?” he hummed, using his free hand to push a lock of your hair behind your flushed ear, “Good.”
Romance ! - mister & misses
he would kind of already be in his demon form when you guys were dating. like, wouldn’t he be the type to use his demonic stamina or size during intimacy anyway? either way, he’s the guy who’d take you out to a date first and then spoil you the “bad news.” but to you? that’s nothing but the highlight of your night.
“The sushi was so good!” you exclaimed, dancing happily inside your shared condo.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, my love”.
You turn around as you toss your purse on the table, hands immediately on your hips as you watch Romance lock the door.
Tonight was awfully suspicious. Breakfast in bed? Coffee at an actual cafe? Dates at a park, museum, and luxury mall? And an expensive sushi buffet to top it off?
“Babe,” you say, seeing him gently put the shopping bags on the coffee table, “Who’s the other bitch?”
“Woah there baby, don’t you think you’re getting too ahead of yourself?” the pink-hair crosses his arms, laughing, titling his head, “Can’t a man spoil the love of his life?”
“Well not spontaneously!” you shout, “And! And!” You look around, trying to find another reason;
“And…?”
“And you need to explain yourself!”
His smile nearly falls, but he keeps it up as he motions you forward. You frown, refusing;
“I’m not gonna fall for your tricks so easily—“
“I’m not human.”
You gape mid sentence, eyeing him up and down. Nothing looked off.
“Okay, so we’re going to start off lying—“
“Who says I was?”
This time, when you blink, his crossed figure wasn’t there. You curse, blinking again. This must be another prank of his, you think, and so you wave at the air in front of you. Yet, nothing was felt.
“Romance!” you call, with a tinge of fear, “Stop it and confront me like a real man!”
Before you could take another step forward, large hands latched on your mouth and waist. The flesh tasted almost leathery, so when you peer down, you nearly freak at seeing claws tapping your cheek.
“I suppose we’re going to have to get physical?” he whispers sweetly, giving your ear a wet lick with his forked tongue, “I’ll let you speak, but know the consequences.”
Consequences?
“Baby,” you spat, furiously looking up at your purple-skinned boyfriend, “The only consequence there is— is you not fucking me with that tongue before!”
“I forget how simple minded you are.” he hums, kissing your forehead, “But don’t worry—“
“Simple? Honey, I need to be folded with your thick di—“
His hands cover your mouth again, feeling your warm breath radiate against his flesh. With his other palming your pussy, he hushes you;
“Keep talking like that and I won’t help you with your soaked problem down there.”
And now your lips were sealed, slutty eyes gawking up at your lover. His claws snake down under your black dress, rubbing your clit gently.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it baby?”
Mystery! - a real man
he probably won’t ever tell you. he likes having a lover in the world above and never letting anyone know below. he doesn’t fear that you’ll leave him— because he knows you can’t. you’re quite obsessed with him. but in the case he does tell you his real identity…well, you’re in luck.
“Mystery! Where were you?!”
You’re shouting from back stage during rehearsal, and an awful lot more when you see your boyfriend come in late. The others had already left for lunch, leaving you both alone on the dimly lit stage. Clutching your clipboard you hissed;
“You can’t just keep disappearing! It hurts the group and me.” your voice softens, but your frown persists, “Why didn’t you come last night either?”
He only shrugs. Oh right, he doesn’t like talking in the open. Grabbing his sleeve, you pull him to the directors room only a walk away.
“I was picking something up.” he finally says, holding a small gift box on his palm. As you lock the door, you didn’t bother taking the gift.
“I was literally stood up the entire night,” you argue, your hands raising defensively, “I wore my best lingerie and waited for you. And what do I get? Nothing and not a single word from you! What is much more important than me—“
“You better keep your voice down.”
His hushed tone made you seal your lips, but you still talked, “Then tell me, why was I alone at night?”
He nearly sneers, or the shadows make it look like it. A heavy feeling radiates in the room, causing you to nearly stumble in your steps. Your lover holds holds you chin, his thumb swiping your lips as he pressed it slowly.
“When I tell you why, will you stay, my darling?”
“That’s not even a question,” you huff, “I’ll always love you.”
“Then,” his mouth opens, slightly enough for you to see his fangs and tusks prodding at his skin, “Do you still love me now?”
You’re entranced when you see his height grow at least a few inches more. His eyes glint below his pretty locks, and the beautiful markings on his skin hypnotize you so easily. Why would you leave him? It’s like, he got even sexier.
Squeezing your thighs, you mumble, “You didn’t answer my question yet,”
Mystery’s lips rub softly against your slightly open ones, kissing your bottom lip affectionately. Your hands rub up his chest, stopping until you wrap your arms behind his neck. God, you really wanted him to fuck you against the door.
“I was still there, darling,” he kissed you again, letting his teeth sink onto your small tongue, which elicited a whine from you, “Watching you play with your pretty pussy.”
You couldn’t talk, too entranced with the way his kisses felt hotter and more intense than before. Your body began to speak for itself, beginning with the way you kissed back, attempting to take his tongue. It was messy, your noses rubbing against each other as he suckled your plush lips.
“And you,” you take a moment to breathe, seeing the glistening drool connect you both, “Why didn’t you help me then?”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked, pressing you against the door as lifted his knee up against your core, “Answer my question next.”
You scoff, staring at his pulsating cracks, “Isn’t me kissing you enough? I knew you were way too good at sex.”
“Then, will you accept my gift?”
The small box was presented to you again, making you sigh, “Yes, now that we’re both somewhat equal.” The box is light as you take it, and your boyfriend takes it as the opportunity to kiss your neck, fangs grazing your throat tenderly. Carefully, you open the lid, and pull out a long silver chain, with letters that spell out, ‘his’.
“Where’s this— mmph— supposed to go?”
“On your waist,” he bites you again, enjoying the song you make, “So I can see it jump when my cock fucks up into your tummy.”
Abs ! - sex craze
he probably told you within the week you guys were dating. he doesn’t like his human form as much, because he knows that he’s way bigger and stronger. and you loved it too, especially when it came to riding his dick and complaining that it’ll never fit. yet you found a way, after all, you were a born monster fucker.
“Ha, remember when you cried ‘cause you couldn’t take my dick?”
Abs sloppily kissed your shoulders, his claws digging onto your plush thighs as his cock drives into your squirting cunt. You couldn’t move your arms from your sides, and you clung onto whatever consciousness you had.
So here you were, folded into a full nelson as you stared above at the mirror over the bed. You watched his plum cock push through your folds and absolutely bury himself him in you.
“L-liar, it fit right and—mmm— snug inside me!” drool slid down your chin as you spoke, “You were the one crying, s-saying ‘don’t leave me—“
A blissful cry slid out your throat, feeling his pierced tip kiss your cervix. Hearing his panting and curses flood your ear made you smile, so you continued;
“A-and then you were like a—oh my god— baby clinging to me every single fucking day— jus’ cause you thought I wouldn’t love you no more.”
You groan, squirming in his hold as his strong arms push you tighter against him. Aw, you think, was big baby sensitive again? But you couldn’t blame him. Although demon, he’s got a really touchy heart.
“You’re,” he lets out a growl, “Lying.”
You giggle, seeing his purple skin flash with anger;
“Oh really? Then why’re you so ma—ow!”
Fangs sink into your dewy skin, drawing blood as you cry out in pain. Abs hisses, feeling your sweet cunt tighten and squeeze him. Another orgasm rushes through you, making you spasm with painful pleasure. You didn’t even have time to ride out your pleasure when he began to shove his tip back into you again.
A forked tongue licks up the beads of red on your trembling shoulder, a content hum heard behind you;
“Wrong baby, you’re the one mad— mad from being fucked by my big dick.”
Baby ! - master
he’s like Mystery— he won’t tell you at all. at first. he’d probably tell you when the relationship gets serious. and when he does, he makes sure he tells you when you’re in full bliss. i mean, if your jaw is gonna drop at the news— he might as well give you a real reason to keep that cute tongue sticking out beggingly.
“Baby—“ you choke.
“Hush,” the man before you hisses, his hands guiding your hips right back down his cock, “Remember, if you stay silent, I’ll tell you the secret.”
He decided to let the reveal play out as a game. He’d let you blow him first, then ride him cowgirl style. The catch? You stay silent the entire time. Oh and while you’re at it— try not to cum.
Your lip aches with your teeth biting down hard, and stuffing your face in Baby’s shoulder is no use at all. All the hickies and bites on his collar was evidence of that. And you were willing to put up with this for the dreadful secret. When you’ll stop? When he comes first.
But your boyfriend’s stamina is on a whole other level.
At this point, you weren’t even moving your hips. Your pussy was blushing pink and dewy with seed all over, just being spanked and obliterated till you drop.
You tip your head back only for a moment, squeezing your eyes as you tried to hold back the unraveling feeling in your tummy. The moment you roll your head back forward, you’re face to face with mauve skin and glowing orbs.
A claw presses on your lips, the demon’s brow raised as he warns, “Scream and I’ll kill you right on my cock.”
Your breath hitches, not caring as you whine, “C-can I cum—!”
The sentence is immediately dropped as you feel your abused pussy stretching to make room for a new size. Your manicured nails dig onto his back as you cry out, biting his shoulder again.
Hands slide down your back, cupping and squeezing your ass. Your boyfriend murmurs into your ear, biting it with contrasting care;
“That’s my good girl,” he hears you chant praise and loving comments at his figure, “You’re taking me so well.”
“W-was this the secret?” you moan, kissing his cracked flesh eagerly, enjoying the ridges and scars of his new body.
“Yes, but,” he spanks your ass roughly, sure to leave a mark, “Now I have to punish you,”
“W-wh—ah!”
“‘Cause you talked without my permission, darling.”
Let’s just say you were stoked and stuffed with the news. Shouldn’t be too hard to take in, right?
SUMMARY: just a bunch of saja boys NSFW prompts && drabbles. <3
PAIRINGS: SAJA BOYS/you, JINU/you, ABBY/you, ROMANCE/you, BABY/you, MYSTERY/you.
A/N: I KNOW I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO WRITE BUT AAAA I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. <3
the meanest. ♡
the one who’ll make you plead, make you cry from being edged for too long. slap your cunt when you cum against his wishes, but mocks you for cumming too quickly. will break you. degradation galore.
BABY, MYSTERY.
the nastiest. ♡
spit, public play; maybe make his members watch while he fucks you in full nelson. has a collection of you at your most depraved: a picture from above while you suck him off, his cock coated in your mess, the bulge of your throat when he has your head hanging from the edge of the bed.
MYSTERY, BABY.
the most obsessive—err, possessive. ♡
has you covered in his bites. loves to make you scream his name, remind you who you belong to. adores how you smell jus’ like him when you leave his room. will literally scare off other men that dared to look at your direction.
oh, and jerks off to your panties.
all of them tbh. | JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY.
the sweetest. ♡
puts you first. will have you cumming five times before he can even take his clothes off. takes his sweet, sweet time in ruining you. will talk you through it while he’s riding out your sixth orgasm with skilled, circular rolls of his hips.
ROMANCE. duh. who else.
the biggest . . 👀 ( with visual, please be advised! )
ABBY — do i even need to explain? 9 - 11 inches. he's big. thick and fucking veiny. #CE7788. manscapes. has heavy, fat balls that's 'nuff to smother you, probably. will bulge from your tummy. has a sensitive tip, too. certified cervix breaker.
JINU — 8 - 9 inches. so fuckin' girthy you can barely make your fingertips touch together. has a prominent vein that runs down his shaft whenever he's hard, especially when he's pent up. bruiser. #F1A5AA. trimmed, always has a happy trail. a little curved.
MYSTERY — 8 inches. pretty smooth with a bulbous tip. leaks a lot of pre. a lot. a little on the hairy side. he adores seeing your nose buried in those darker tufts. has sensitive balls. #E9A6B2.
ROMANCE — 8 inches. the prettiest dick eveeeeer. he prefers manscaping but if you ever asked him to, yk, be a little hairier, he'll definitely grow it out for you. maybe leaning towards the left. #B56182. plump balls. lighter at the shaft, pinker at the head. has some purplish veins running down along it when he's pent up.
BABY — 7 - 8 inches. trimmed. has a fat fucking tip. #CD9F8F. smooth, but will occasionally have some veins peeking through. not as girthy, but the length compensates. don't be fooled—BABY 100% knows how to use it. he has sensitive balls, too.
most likely to break the bed. ♡
ABBY. i don’t need to explain.
most likely to ruin you for anyone else.
will have you crawling back to him. metaphorically, literally—it doesn’t really matter. you’ll come back for more.
MYSTERY, JINU, ROMANCE, BABY, ABBY.
most likely to fuck you stupid. ♡
they'll have you sobbing, shaking while every drag of his cock's making you writhe. cradles your head while he's deep, deep in you in a mean mating press. jus' can't stop fuckin' you because your cunt's too good, your expressions just make his cock throb every time.
MYSTERY, BABY, ABBY, JINU, ROMANCE.
most blessedcursed with stamina. ♡
ABBY, JINU.
praise enthusiasts. ♡
JINU, ROMANCE, ABBY.
degradation enthusiasts. ♡
MYSTERY, BABY, JINU, ABBY.
loves seeing you beneath him - ♡ missionary, mating press, etc.
ROMANCE, JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY, BABY.
loves having you on top of him - ♡ cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, lotus, straddling his lap, etc.
ROMANCE, ABBY, JINU, BABY, MYSTERY.
orally fixated. ♡
ROMANCE, JINU.
will manhandle you. ♡
ABBY, JINU.
who cums the most?
ABBY, ROMANCE, JINU, MYSTERY, BABY.
teases the most.
all of them. | JINU, ABBY, ROMANCE, BABY, MYSTERY.
"mine,"
JINU's teeth sink into your skin. he can smell your arousal, smell that cunt. he's practically salivating, tongue nursing the harsh bites he'd bestow on your soft skin. patterned dexterity aids in wrapping your legs around his waist as he sheathes into you for the nth time tonight.
"only i can see you like this. you're so pretty. my pretty human,"
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
a thick bicep locks around your neck, squishing your cheeks in the process. your whimpers are more ragged, breathy, while ABBY's rutting into you from behind; hips slamming into you harshly again and again and again. "i love your fucking cunt. look at you, slutty girl. all you've done is—," his words are punctuated by a savage, punishing slam, and ABBY keeps himself sheathed, still.
"—cream all over my dick. are you sure you won't pass out— ♡ ?"
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
moans are too audible in your room, alongside loud, obscene squelching that were none other than MYSTERY's fingers pumping in and out of soaked pussy. trembles visibly run through your frail, human body as he curves his fingers up, against that spot. you were so close. so, so close, but he slides his fingers too quickly, and your hips are chasing the air.
"ah-ah-ah. not yet, my pretty slut."
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
fingers card through his soft locks, legs closing in on his head as his tongue flicks against your clit. the sting doesn't seem to bother ROMANCE, though, only digging into his favourite meal as he runs a long stripe of his tongue from your creamy slit up to your pillowy mons. "you taste so good, my love," he whispered, placing kisses on it.
"i don't wanna stop . . i love you, love tasting you . . "
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
"n, no, do—!"
the bed creaks under your weight as you squirmed, legs kicking 'n back arching as BABY pinched your sensitive clit. "i told you not to cum. who let you cum, sweetheart? you're so cute, it's pathetic." smack! oh, fuck, the way your cunt twitches against the smack of his palm. fuck . . "s, sorry, 'm sorry . . " you hiccuped, looking at him with red, teary eyes. there was an attempt to close your legs, but a firm hand ensnares your knee; a warning guised in a thumb rubbing your puffy clit.
Saja Boys reacting to you getting your nipples pierced
This is mostly a self-indulge hc for me. I just got my done yesterday and I feel like I'm going through it. If you have any tips to make the pain go away or may them heal faster, PLEASE let me know.
For almost a year, you have been saying that you were going to get your nips pierced, but you were kind of scared because it is a needle going through you. You and your friend were going to go get it done together, but she chickened out and you didn't want to do it by yourself. When you came back home sad, your boy was circling you asking what was wrong. After telling him, he decided to take you the following day to go get them done.
Romance
He was more excited about the piercings than you are
He took you to the store to get some piercings and doesn't mind buying a large amount of them. Even when you tell him that you have to keep the same pair in for like a year, he will just shush you and pay for them
When it was time to get them done, he is right there holding your hand the entire time.
If he sees you getting nervous about the needle, he will try to take your mind off of it by talking to you about some random things
He is about ready to cry when you squealed in pain as you closed your eyes tight
After it was all done, he carried you away whispering sweet nothings into your ear
Baby
He decided to get his nipples done with you and even made a bet with you over who would cry or scream first
He will take you shopping to get matching sets
When it is time to get them done, you go first, and because you didn't want to lose the bet, you just squeeze his hand and hold your breath. After it was done, you took some deep breaths and swiped the sweat from your forehead.
Since you did okay, Baby thought that it would be pretty easy for him. However, as soon as that needle entered him, he was cussing and gripping the hell out of your hand
Needless to say, you won the bet and had to cuddle him when you both got home
Jinu
He had already planned everything out and prepared.
Since he didn't want you to go through a lot of pain, he does transfer most of it to himself without you knowing
You knew your pain tolerance was okay, but the piercing didn't hurt at all. You look over at Jinu to ask him how they look, only to be met with a silent crying Jinu who is smiling and telling you they look perfect
Abby
He already has one, and he said that it wasn't so bad, saying, "It's like someone pinching you on the nipples.
Y'all bought the jewelry at the piercing shop to be sure that they are authentic
As you were waiting, he was gassing you up, talking about how you got this and it won't hurt at all
And you believed him until the needle went through your skin and all the color drained from your face
While you were stunned, the piercer quickly did the other one and cleaned you up
Abs carefully held in his arms as he called your name, though you remained silent
The piercer handed him an ice pack to put on you and told him to stay in here with you until you came too
He never downplayed anything again
Mystery
He has watched videos and reactions from people getting their nipples pierced, and he doesn't want you to go through the same pain because he would kill the piercer.
And since he made his own piercings appear without any help, he wants to do the same thing with you
He will want you to show him a picture of the jewelry you want and ask you to lay shirtless on the bed
He will mutter something as his hands hover over your boobs as the piercing suddenly appear on your nipples already healed and painless.
HIIIIII can i request a fic for saja boys, separately, where the reader just bites them? no reason to but just saw them and wanted to…how would the guys react?
Saja Boys x Reader Who Bites
Prompt : The boys find out you have an animalistic side that makes you bite them at random. OR you bite the boys once and see their reactions.
Author's Note : A bit shorter than my usual work but i didn't wanna get too repetitive lmao. I did love this request though especially because i feel like it catered to Mystery 😭😭😭
Mystery
He bites you back immediately.
Absolutely no hesitation about it.
Lets say you were cooking something for the both of you and asked him to hand you a spoon to stir the food.
He, not knowing any better, hands you he spoon while watching you cook.
You, unable to resist the urges, find yourself biting into his skin and he freezes.
He stares at you without speaking and you think he might just brush it off.
But then he leans in and bites your arm back.
“What the fu-”
“You bit me first” he’d say, brushing his hair back to stare at you.
Jaw dropped.
You weren’t expecting him to reciprocate ☹️
And now you’re even more flustered than before.
From that moment on, every time you bite him, he returns the favour.
You bite his arm? He’s biting your fingers.
Bite his cheek? He’s biting you back.
At the end of the day you both always end up on the couch or somewhere similar, tiny matching bite marks all over like two weird cats.
“I’m in love with a feral animal,” he’d mumble, thinking you couldn’t hear him.
“You bark at people, Mystery. You’re one to talk”
Abby
My guy is lost.
“Did something happen to you….”
He genuinely thinks you might have gotten possessed.
You bite into his shoulder one day when he’s getting something off a high shelf and he just… blinks down at you.
“Babe, did you just bite me?”
He’s so confused.
“I couldn’t help it. You just looked so yummy…”
He’s kinda flustered but is still lost, “So you bit me????”
“Yea”
“I’m not food???”
“I know”
Rubs the spot with a frown but then flexes like, “Okay but… how hard was it? Be honest.”
He still malfunctions whenever you do it.
So now you use it to get him to shut up.
One day you were just trying to get some sleep in and he kept insisting that you go with him on a walk.
You grabbed his arm and bit into it lightly and he wasn’t able to think for the next 10 minutes.
After that, it becomes a habit.
He’ll ramble about how cute you are or how you’re gonna be late and you’ll just casually chomp and suddenly he’s like: “…what was I saying?”
Doesn't complain. Not once. Might start calling it your “weird lil affection thing” while grinning like an idiot.
Baby
He was gaming in Mystery’s room, he likes his set up, and was winning against the online people.
All of a sudden he feels this sharp pain on his neck.
“EXCUSE ME?”
Your initial reaction to this is to burst out in laughter.
Your so used to his deep voice so hearing it increase in pitch when he was screaming was absolutely hilarious.
He drops whatever he’s holding, hands on his hips as he glares you down. “Do I LOOK like a walking snack??”
He seems like he could be a tad bit sassy.
The funny thing is that this has happened before.
This isn’t the first time you’ve bit him. Its just the first time you chose such a random spot and time to do it.
He, like Mystery, will bite you back, but not immediately.
He’ll wait until your so deeply focused on something before biting the tip of your ears.
It’s not a gentle bite either, he’ll use his little demon fangs to ensure that you FEEL it.
Afterward he's like, “Yeah we’re even now. You’re so lucky you have such a forgiving boyfriend.”
He tells people, “My s/o's love language is chewing on me like a teething baby.”
Romance
Turns this into a major flirting opportunity.
He’s trying to help you brush something off your hoodie. He gets confused when you grip onto his wrist, but his eyes almost fall out of their sockets when you bite onto one of his fingers.
“Did you just…bite me?” he whispers. Will stare at you like you just sent him a blessing.
“Is this what Zoey meant when she was talking about cuteness aggression?” he’d mumble, trying to understand why on earth you’d bite into him.
He quickly gets over it.
“Angel, if you wanted my attention you could've just asked~”
Now you’re over here trying not to let him see how flustered he got you.
Will let you bite him whenever and wherever.
He’ll just shove his hands into yours and let you have fun.
He’s the type to be like “You hungry?” whenever you start looking at him too long.
At some point you start to think he might have a biting kink or something cause he’s just a bit too enthusiastic to let you bite him….
He enjoys it though.
Thinks it's endearing.
Will 100% offer himself up for whenever you feel the need to eat a person.
Jinu
Confused but also into it??
You bite him on the arm while he’s reaching past you to grab something, totally unsuspecting.
He stops and stares at you.
Similarly to Abby he has no idea what just happened and is processing it slowly.
“Wh—did you just—? You bit me?”
He sounds so softly confused like he’s not sure whether to be scared or propose.
Starts rubbing the spot and kind of laughing to himself, clearly short-circuiting.
“Okay. Alright. No, that's cool. That’s—um…”
“Jinu are you okay? I’ll stop if it makes you feel uncomf-”
“NO! I-i mean no.”
Tries to play it off like it’s nothing, but literally cannot stop glancing at the bite mark every five seconds.
Then out of nowhere he leans in a little and mutters, “If you wanted a taste, you could’ve just said so.”
HIIIIII can i request a fic for saja boys, separately, where the reader just bites them? no reason to but just saw them and wanted to…how would the guys react?
Saja Boys x Reader Who Bites
Prompt : The boys find out you have an animalistic side that makes you bite them at random. OR you bite the boys once and see their reactions.
Author's Note : A bit shorter than my usual work but i didn't wanna get too repetitive lmao. I did love this request though especially because i feel like it catered to Mystery 😭😭😭
Mystery
He bites you back immediately.
Absolutely no hesitation about it.
Lets say you were cooking something for the both of you and asked him to hand you a spoon to stir the food.
He, not knowing any better, hands you he spoon while watching you cook.
You, unable to resist the urges, find yourself biting into his skin and he freezes.
He stares at you without speaking and you think he might just brush it off.
But then he leans in and bites your arm back.
“What the fu-”
“You bit me first” he’d say, brushing his hair back to stare at you.
Jaw dropped.
You weren’t expecting him to reciprocate ☹️
And now you’re even more flustered than before.
From that moment on, every time you bite him, he returns the favour.
You bite his arm? He’s biting your fingers.
Bite his cheek? He’s biting you back.
At the end of the day you both always end up on the couch or somewhere similar, tiny matching bite marks all over like two weird cats.
“I’m in love with a feral animal,” he’d mumble, thinking you couldn’t hear him.
“You bark at people, Mystery. You’re one to talk”
Abby
My guy is lost.
“Did something happen to you….”
He genuinely thinks you might have gotten possessed.
You bite into his shoulder one day when he’s getting something off a high shelf and he just… blinks down at you.
“Babe, did you just bite me?”
He’s so confused.
“I couldn’t help it. You just looked so yummy…”
He’s kinda flustered but is still lost, “So you bit me????”
“Yea”
“I’m not food???”
“I know”
Rubs the spot with a frown but then flexes like, “Okay but… how hard was it? Be honest.”
He still malfunctions whenever you do it.
So now you use it to get him to shut up.
One day you were just trying to get some sleep in and he kept insisting that you go with him on a walk.
You grabbed his arm and bit into it lightly and he wasn’t able to think for the next 10 minutes.
After that, it becomes a habit.
He’ll ramble about how cute you are or how you’re gonna be late and you’ll just casually chomp and suddenly he’s like: “…what was I saying?”
Doesn't complain. Not once. Might start calling it your “weird lil affection thing” while grinning like an idiot.
Baby
He was gaming in Mystery’s room, he likes his set up, and was winning against the online people.
All of a sudden he feels this sharp pain on his neck.
“EXCUSE ME?”
Your initial reaction to this is to burst out in laughter.
Your so used to his deep voice so hearing it increase in pitch when he was screaming was absolutely hilarious.
He drops whatever he’s holding, hands on his hips as he glares you down. “Do I LOOK like a walking snack??”
He seems like he could be a tad bit sassy.
The funny thing is that this has happened before.
This isn’t the first time you’ve bit him. Its just the first time you chose such a random spot and time to do it.
He, like Mystery, will bite you back, but not immediately.
He’ll wait until your so deeply focused on something before biting the tip of your ears.
It’s not a gentle bite either, he’ll use his little demon fangs to ensure that you FEEL it.
Afterward he's like, “Yeah we’re even now. You’re so lucky you have such a forgiving boyfriend.”
He tells people, “My s/o's love language is chewing on me like a teething baby.”
Romance
Turns this into a major flirting opportunity.
He’s trying to help you brush something off your hoodie. He gets confused when you grip onto his wrist, but his eyes almost fall out of their sockets when you bite onto one of his fingers.
“Did you just…bite me?” he whispers. Will stare at you like you just sent him a blessing.
“Is this what Zoey meant when she was talking about cuteness aggression?” he’d mumble, trying to understand why on earth you’d bite into him.
He quickly gets over it.
“Angel, if you wanted my attention you could've just asked~”
Now you’re over here trying not to let him see how flustered he got you.
Will let you bite him whenever and wherever.
He’ll just shove his hands into yours and let you have fun.
He’s the type to be like “You hungry?” whenever you start looking at him too long.
At some point you start to think he might have a biting kink or something cause he’s just a bit too enthusiastic to let you bite him….
He enjoys it though.
Thinks it's endearing.
Will 100% offer himself up for whenever you feel the need to eat a person.
Jinu
Confused but also into it??
You bite him on the arm while he’s reaching past you to grab something, totally unsuspecting.
He stops and stares at you.
Similarly to Abby he has no idea what just happened and is processing it slowly.
“Wh—did you just—? You bit me?”
He sounds so softly confused like he’s not sure whether to be scared or propose.
Starts rubbing the spot and kind of laughing to himself, clearly short-circuiting.
“Okay. Alright. No, that's cool. That’s—um…”
“Jinu are you okay? I’ll stop if it makes you feel uncomf-”
“NO! I-i mean no.”
Tries to play it off like it’s nothing, but literally cannot stop glancing at the bite mark every five seconds.
Then out of nowhere he leans in a little and mutters, “If you wanted a taste, you could’ve just said so.”
JINU :: “YOU DONT EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU DO TO ME.”
you didn’t notice the way he stared.
you’d only meant to be polite—smiling as the new producer introduced you to one of the rising idol trainees he was mentoring. the boy was sweet, younger than you, a little nervous. so you offered him a drink, complimented his jacket, maybe laughed a little too easily when he made an awkward joke. it wasn’t flirty, just kind. you didn’t even think about how close he stood, or how his eyes lingered a little too long on your lips when you talked.
but jinu noticed.
across the room, leaned in a dark corner like he was carved out of shadow, jinu saw every second. every laugh, every brush of your fingers against the boy’s arm, every soft look you gave that you didn’t even realize you were giving. he stood still, too still, like something ancient and dangerous waiting to be summoned. his jaw was locked, his eyes dark, and the minute the trainee leaned in just a little too close to whisper something to you—jinu vanished from the room without a sound.
you found him outside twenty minutes later. sitting on the hood of a sleek black car, elbows on his knees, eyes burning holes into the pavement.
“you looked like you were having fun,” he said before you could speak.
“he was just talking,” you replied gently.
“he wasn’t.” jinu turned toward you slowly, his expression blank, but his voice heavy with strain. “he was picturing things he’ll never get to touch.”
you blinked. “he’s just a kid—he was nervous—”
“you don’t even realize what you do to people,” he said, stepping toward you. “you smile and they fall in love. you laugh and they think they have a chance. and you—you just let it happen. you don’t even see it.”
your heart squeezed, your voice smaller now. “i didn’t mean to.”
“i know you didn’t.” he stopped in front of you, close enough that the wind barely fit between your bodies. “and that’s what drives me fucking crazy. you weren’t trying, and you still made him want you.”
his hand came up slowly, gently brushing your cheek, fingertips curling beneath your jaw. “do you know how hard it was to stay standing there? watching him look at you like that?”
you leaned into his touch without thinking. “no one else gets to touch me.”
“say it again,” he whispered, breath trembling against your skin.
“no one gets to have me,” you said, firmer now. “only you.”
the kiss hit you like heat.
he didn’t ask. he didn’t warn you. just took your mouth with his, hands sliding around your waist, gripping you tight like he was making sure no one could ever pull you away again. the kiss was messy, all tension and hunger, lips bruising and breath shared between gasps. his body pressed into yours, pinning you against the hood of the car, and you felt the barely restrained growl in his throat as your fingers tugged at his jacket.
he kissed you like a man starved. and when he broke for air, his voice came out rough, shaky, thick with need.
“i don’t want to stop.”
you looked up at him, lips swollen, chest heaving.
his eyes were glowing now—softly, unmistakably golden.
he tilted his head, leaned in close, and murmured, “get in the car.”
ROMANCE :: “SO WHY DOES IT HURT LIKE HEARTBREAK?”
you didn’t mean to ignore him.
he was running late, which wasn’t unusual for romance. he always made an entrance—flowing coat, lips pink with gloss, some tragic playlist spilling from his earbuds. so when he texted you that he was on the way, you just smiled and slipped deeper into the group conversation already happening at the café.
the guy across from you was one of your mutuals, someone from a label romance used to work with—a charming choreographer with too many rings and a lazy kind of smile. he leaned in when he spoke, complimented your laugh, told you you looked softer than usual tonight. you brushed it off with a smile, trying not to overthink it.
what you didn’t notice—what you didn’t see—was romance walking in just in time to catch that look on the guy’s face. that lean. that moment.
his smile didn’t crack when he reached your table. he greeted everyone just like always, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as if he hadn’t noticed anything at all. but you felt it. the tension in the way he held your waist just a second longer. the way his laugh didn’t quite reach his eyes.
he was quiet the rest of the night. too quiet for someone called romance.
and when you walked out together, into the cool shimmer of streetlights and distant music, he still hadn’t said anything.
you tugged on his sleeve. “hey. what’s wrong?”
he looked down at you, blinking like you’d interrupted a spiral. his voice was soft.
“do you like him?”
you frowned. “what?”
“the choreographer.” his tone was still gentle, but his jaw tensed at the name. “you were laughing so much. and he kept looking at you like you were dessert.”
“i was just being friendly,” you said quickly, grabbing his hand. “i didn’t even realize.”
he let you hold him, but his eyes dropped to the sidewalk. “you don’t get it. when you smile like that… it feels like i’m watching you slip through my fingers.”
your chest ached. “romance—i didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
“i know,” he whispered, finally looking at you again. “but you did.”
his voice broke just slightly at the end, and it made something inside you collapse. you wrapped your arms around his neck without thinking, pressing your face into the curve of his collarbone. he breathed you in like he’d been suffocating all night.
“you’re the only one i want,” you said into his chest.
his fingers dug into your waist. “then tell me he meant nothing.”
“he meant nothing.”
he let out a shuddered breath, then pulled back just enough to look at you—his hands still on your hips, his mouth hovering so close it hurt.
“say it again,” he murmured.
you cupped his face, lips brushing his as you repeated it: “he meant nothing.”
and then he kissed you like poetry.
like every line he’d ever written was for this moment. his lips were warm, slow, aching. but beneath the softness was something wild. desperate. almost bruising in the way he pressed your body against his, like he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else ever being that close again.
he kissed you like he was reclaiming you.
your fingers tangled in the back of his shirt. his hands slipped lower, gripping your thighs, pulling you closer, closer still—until he made a decision.
without warning, he lifted you.
a soft gasp left your throat as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. his hands were firm, steady under your thighs, his mouth never once leaving yours as he turned toward the alley beside the café — dark, narrow, quiet.
not rushed. not rough. just purposeful. claiming.
he broke the kiss only long enough to whisper, “you’re mine. say it again.”
“i’m yours,” you breathed against his cheek, trembling from how close his voice was to breaking.
he pressed you gently against the old brick wall, still holding you off the ground, his body flush to yours, eyes dark with everything he couldn’t say aloud.
“now, let me remind you,” he whispered, “exactly how much.”
ABS :: “YOU DIDN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME”
he was only gone for five minutes.
five minutes to grab his protein shake from the car. five minutes while the group tour break was winding down and the stylists were resetting. five minutes, and somehow that was long enough for some other guy to slide into the seat beside you.
abs stood frozen in the doorway when he walked back into the studio, bottle in hand, towel slung over his neck, sweat still clinging to his collarbone. you were laughing—head tilted back, eyes shining—and he felt his heart drop straight into his stomach.
it wasn’t that you weren’t allowed to laugh.
you just… weren’t laughing at him.
the guy beside you was one of the backup dancers for the shoot—new, lean, overly confident. he was leaning way too close, clearly trying too hard. and you? you weren’t pushing him away.
you were smiling.
you were blushing.
you didn’t even glance at abs when he passed by.
he didn’t say anything. didn’t make a scene.
he just dropped his bottle onto the bench, tugged off the rest of his overshirt, and went back to the mirror wall like he was supposed to — jaw clenched, muscles tight, too aware of every movement behind him. his body was on autopilot, but his mind kept flashing back to the way the guy had touched your arm when he made you laugh. how easily you’d leaned in, let him linger.
when rehearsal finally ended and people started filtering out, you made your way toward him like nothing was wrong. you smiled, casually, like the warmth in your eyes had been there for him all along.
“hey, abs—”
“you didn’t even look at me.”
his voice stopped you mid-step.
he wasn’t smiling. he wasn’t teasing. his eyes — always bold, always bright — were dark now, unreadable.
you tilted your head. “what?”
“the whole time.” he wiped at his face with the towel, then dropped it onto the bench, stepping toward you. “you didn’t look at me once.”
you blinked, caught off guard. “i didn’t realize—”
“you didn’t see me.” his voice was soft now, but dangerous. “you were too busy laughing at his dumb jokes. too busy letting him put his hands on you like he deserved to.”
you frowned, stepping closer. “he was just being friendly—”
“i don’t care if he was telling you the cure to death.” he was in front of you now, close enough for you to see the frustration trembling in his jaw. “i stood across the room and watched you give him everything you won’t give me.”
you sucked in a sharp breath. “what do you mean? i—”
his hands gripped your waist suddenly, dragging you forward until your chest met his — bare skin, flushed from dancing, warm and impossibly hard beneath your palms.
“you smile at everyone else like it costs nothing,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, “but you avoid me like i’m the one who’ll ruin you.”
your fingers curled against his abs — his actual abs — and he groaned low in his throat, like even that was enough to undo him.
“abs,” you whispered.
“tell me it’s not just me,” he said, eyes scanning yours. “tell me i’m not crazy for thinking that when you look at me like this…” his thumb dragged across your lower lip, “…it means something.”
“it does,” you breathed. “you do.”
that broke something in him.
his lips crashed into yours before you could say anything else. he kissed you like he’d waited all day to lose control — all tension and heat and too much teeth, like he needed to taste the words right off your mouth. his hands gripped the back of your thighs, and before you could process it, he’d lifted you — effortlessly, like you weighed nothing — and pinned you to the studio wall behind the changing curtain.
your legs wrapped around him instinctively. his forehead dropped to yours. your breaths mingled.
“you’re mine,” he growled, voice rough and low.
you nodded, eyes wide, pulse racing. “i’m yours.”
he kissed you again—harder this time, slower, like he wanted it to last.
and then he pulled back just enough to whisper—
“i hope you didn’t make any plans tonight.”
MYSTERY :: “DONT MAKE ME SHOW YOU”
you didn’t even know he was there.
you’d been standing near the snack table with one of the staff producers—just chatting, waiting for the next shoot block to begin. he was older, polite, a little too complimentary, but nothing you couldn’t handle. he smiled at you like he was trying to impress you. you laughed, thanked him for the candy he offered, shrugged when he said he liked your voice.
you didn’t think it mattered.
but behind you, partially hidden behind the set scaffolding, someone stood still. too still. a shadow folded inside itself. long strands of silver-lilac hair hiding the full weight of his stare.
mystery had been there since before the conversation started.
he hadn’t interrupted. hadn’t made a sound.
just watched.
the producer stepped closer. closer again. his laugh too familiar now. you leaned back slightly, uncomfortable for the first time.
and that’s when you felt it—
a presence behind you.
you turned, startled.
but the producer had already stopped talking. his face had gone pale.
because mystery was there. just behind you.
close. quiet. motionless.
his mouth was a straight line. his hair draped in front of his eyes like mist.
he didn’t say a word. didn’t have to.
you barely blinked, and the producer was already muttering something about “being needed on set” and backing away.
you turned slowly to face mystery, pulse fluttering. “were you there the whole time?”
he tilted his head. said nothing.
you took a breath. “he was just being nice.”
he didn’t blink.
you stepped forward, trying to read him, but his face was unreadable—like he was built from static and half-finished thoughts. but the energy pouring off him was unmistakable: jealousy.
not loud. not needy. but heavy. sharp. possessive in a way that buzzed in your teeth.
“i wasn’t trying to—”
he moved.
fast.
his hand found your wrist, pulling you into the shadows between the prop walls. you barely had time to react before your back hit the cold side of the sound booth, and he was there—towering over you, arms on either side of your head. his hair draped between you, brushing your cheek. and beneath the veil of silver, you saw it—
just a hint of his eyes.
dark. locked on your mouth.
burning.
“mystery—” you whispered, breath catching.
his hand rose, slowly. not to your waist. not to your throat.
to your lips.
his thumb dragged across them, slowly. like he was testing the softness.
his head tilted again, and this time, you caught it: the tiniest twitch of his jaw. like he was biting something back.
“are you mad?” you breathed, barely able to form the words.
he didn’t answer.
but he stepped closer—pressed himself flush to your body, one hand sliding to your lower back, the other tilting your chin up. still no words. just the quiet tremble of breath between you.
his mouth hovered next to your ear.
“don’t make me show you,” he whispered.
the sound of his voice—so rare, so low—made your whole body shudder.
you opened your mouth to speak, but he stopped you with the softest, briefest kiss—
just lips. no pressure. a warning.
and then his tongue flicked the corner of your mouth. curious. restrained.
and gone.
you exhaled a trembling breath. “i didn’t mean to make you jealous.”
his lips brushed your cheek, slow and deliberate. he didn’t move away. didn’t let go.
and then, in the softest, most dangerous voice you’d ever heard from him—
“well, don’t do it again.”
BABY :: “I WASN’T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING”
you were only waiting on your drink.
it was late. the others had gone ahead. baby had offered to walk you back, but you waved him off with a smile, promising you’d only be a minute. the convenience store was quiet, humming with cheap fluorescent light and the rustle of plastic-wrapped snacks.
you didn’t expect the cashier to flirt with you.
you didn’t even realize it was flirting at first—just thought he was being friendly. telling you he liked your outfit. asking if you came here often. calling you pretty so casually it barely registered.
you just laughed politely. made a joke. swiped your card.
and turned—
—right into baby.
he was waiting for you outside, under the neon buzz of the store sign. leaning against the wall. arms crossed. expression unreadable. his teal hair glinted under the flickering light.
you startled slightly. “you scared me.”
he didn’t move. didn’t speak.
just looked at you.
“…you good?”
nothing.
just the way his eyes flicked briefly back to the window.
to the guy who had just called you pretty.
you blinked. “he was just making conversation. i wasn’t—”
baby’s voice cut in low, low enough to make your skin tighten.
“i wasn’t going to say anything.”
he stepped forward once.
“but you keep testing me.”
your breath caught. “i’m not—”
“you smiled at him,” he said, still quiet, voice steady. “he looked at you like he could take something from me. and you let him.”
you opened your mouth. then shut it again.
because baby didn’t look angry.
he looked calm. way too calm.
and that was somehow worse.
“i wasn’t even thinking about him,” you said, softer now. “i didn’t realize it looked like—”
his hand caught yours suddenly. not rough, not loud.
but firm.
he pulled you around the side of the building, into the dark between concrete and vending machines, the air still heavy from summer heat.
his body caged yours against the wall before you could say another word.
his hands didn’t touch you — not yet — but they hovered, like he was waiting for permission he didn’t need.
you could feel him trembling.
“do you have any idea,” he said, eyes boring into yours, “how long i’ve been good?”
“baby—”
“how long i’ve watched you laugh at other people. play nice. let them look at you. want you. and i just stood there. because i trusted you.”
his voice dropped, almost a growl.
“but you don’t even see what it does to me.”
his palm flattened against the wall beside your head. his breath hit your cheek. his other hand lifted — barely grazing your collarbone, tracing the skin above your heart.
“i don’t want to be good anymore.”
you exhaled. “then don’t be.”
his lips brushed yours.
and then — just before he could take it further — he pulled back.
his eyes dropped to your lips. his voice came out hoarse, almost broken.
“tell me to stop.”
you didn’t.
and that was all it took.
his hand gripped your jaw. his mouth crashed into yours.
slow at first — like he wanted to taste everything you’d kept from him.
then deeper. heavier.
his hands at your hips now, your shirt fisted in his fingers, your back pressing into the wall with every breathless kiss.
he kissed like this was punishment.
or revenge.
or both.
he dragged his lips down to your jaw, and whispered —
“i hope you’re ready to deal with what you started.”
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242 Reasons Why Lucien is the GOAT of the ACOTAR Series
“I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary.” He gestured to me with a flourish. “Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.”
Lucien smirked. “Apologies, Feyre.”
I finally found Lucien astride a black gelding, grinning down at me with too-white teeth.
“I admire your balls, Feyre—I really do. Or maybe it’s stupidity
“A valiant effort,” Lucien said with a smirk.
Lucien snorted but didn’t say anything else
“I might die of surprise,” Lucien said behind me. “You made a joke, Feyre.”
A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle’s contents and chuckling with a muttered “Brushed.”
Lucien remained sitting on the blanket and lifted the bottle of wine in salute. He took a slug from it as he sprawled on his back and gazed at the green canopy.
He sighed, looking skyward before he studied me warily, that metal eye narrowing with unnerving focus.
I wondered—wondered if being emissary also meant being spymaster.
“I didn’t keep my mouth shut when I should have, and was punished for it.”
“Well, thank the Cauldron that you didn’t. Cleaning up that mess would have ruined the rest of my day.”
He winced. “Shit, Feyre—I’m not that old.”
Lucien huffed a laugh. “Not as good as Tam, but I know how to handle my weapons.”
“Would you like me to teach you how to wield a blade, or do you already know how, oh mighty mortal huntress?
Lucien sighed as he looked me over. “Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?”. “Do you ever stop being such a prick?” I snapped back. But Lucien grinned at me. “Much better.”
The face of Tamlin’s emissary—more court-trained and calculating than I’d seen him yet.
In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worn worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons.
It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin’s court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.
“I had to go sort out some hotheads on the northern border—official emissary business,” he said, setting down the hunting knife he’d been cleaning, a long, vicious blade.
Lucien leaned back in his chair, smiling with feline delight.
Lucien never cared about it, never expected to be crowned High Lord, so he spent his youth doing everything a High Lord’s son probably shouldn’t: wandering the courts, making friends with the sons of other High Lords”—
he’d already made many friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people.
Lucien told her to go back to the shit-hole she’d crawled out of. She took his eye as punishment.
The metal eye narrowed on me while the other remained wary, unimpressed. “Yes?”
The look he gave me was more contemplative than any he’d given me before. “I know far too many High Fae and lesser faeries who wouldn’t have seen it that way—or bothered.”
He reached for something at his side and tossed it to me. I had to fight to stay in the saddle as I fumbled for it—a jeweled hunting knife. / I’d never held one so finely crafted, so perfectly balanced.
“Burn in Hell,” Lucien replied for Tamlin.
“Idiot!” he yelled at me, then glanced behind him toward where the other faeries stared. “Useless human fool.” Without further word, he slung me over his shoulder as if I were a sack of potatoes.
I found that he was running—fast. Faster than anything should be able to move.
I could have sworn that Lucien was sleeping upright, fork in hand.
Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright.
“Faerie pig!” I yelled, and Lucien howled, almost tipping back in his chair.
“Well, I’m late for something incredibly important,” Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.
Lucien, claiming that he had miserable emissary business to attend to,
Lucien, mercifully, appeared like Lucien. I didn’t ask whether that was because Tamlin had informed him to put up a better glamour or because he didn’t bother trying to be something he wasn’t.
“I see,” I lied, not quite seeing at all. Lucien chuckled, sensing it
He used the dagger to clean his nails. “I’ve been busy. So have you, I take it.”
Lucien climbed the statue to remove the head.
“Cauldron boil me,” Lucien whistled as I came down the stairs. “She looks positively Fae.”
“Unfortunately for you and your neck,” Lucien countered, “tonight’s just a party.” “Do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day?” Lucien winked at me.
“So there’s singing and dancing and excessive drinking,” Lucien chimed in, falling into step beside me. “And dallying,” he added with a wicked grin.
“Remember the last time you ignored my warning?” He poked me in the neck, and I batted his hand away.
“I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself,” I said, recalling the afternoon from a few weeks ago. I’d had hallucinations for hours afterward, and Lucien had laughed himself sick—enough so that Tamlin had chucked him into the reflection pool.
His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smoldered like a bottomless forge.
“Cauldron boil and fry me,” he muttered,
“Idiot,” he said when he looked at my face. “Drunken idiot.”
I wanted his broad hands running over my bare skin, wanted his teeth scraping against my neck, wanted his mouth all over me. “I’m trying to eat,” Lucien said
Lucien lead me to the window, where he pushed me against the velvet drapes. / The tang of magic shoved itself up my nostrils. Though his sword was pointed at the floor, Lucien’s grip tightened on it until his knuckles turned white. Magic—a glamour. To conceal me, to make me a part of Lucien—invisible, hidden by the faerie’s magic and scent.
Lucien pointed his sword at Rhysand. “Watch your filthy mouth.”
Lucien spat at Rhysand’s feet and shoved his sword between us.
“You draw blood from me, Lucien, and you’ll learn how quickly Amarantha’s whore can make the entire Autumn Court bleed. Especially its darling Lady.” The color leeched from Lucien’s face, but he held his ground.
Lucien stared him down for a moment, spat on the ground, and stormed up the stairs.
“Well, at least we don’t have to lie to you anymore. Let’s clean you up a bit.”
“Fixed—as pert and pretty as before.” He smirked at me.
“Her name, Emissary?” Amarantha asked of Lucien. But Lucien only glanced at Tamlin before closing his eyes and squaring his shoulders.
“I thought you would have learned your lesson, Lucien. Though this time your silence will damn you as much as your tongue.” Lucien kept his eyes shut. Ready—he was ready for Rhysand to wipe out everything he was, to turn his mind, his self, into dust.
Then, shattering the silence like a shooting star, a voice—Lucien’s—bellowed across the chamber. “TO YOUR LEFT!”
She listened, of course—but only after she made Tamlin bestow Lucien’s punishment. Twenty lashes.”
He unclasped his cloak and set it around my shoulders.
“It’s why I couldn’t come sooner,” he said, his throat bobbing. “She used her—used our powers to keep my back from healing. I haven’t been able to move until today.”
The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome—his features sharp and elegant.
“Tam!” Lucien cried over the chaos. A sword hurtled through the air, a shooting star of steel.
Lucien hunted down five naga yesterday.”
Lucien had gifted both to me—the dagger during the months before Amarantha, the belt in the weeks after her downfall, when I’d carried the dagger, along with many others, everywhere I went. You might as well look good if you’re going to arm yourself to the teeth, he’d said.
Last week, I’d finally asked him if she’d set her sights on him, and Lucien had merely given me a look, snarling softly, before stalking off
the right hand of a High Lord and another High Lord’s son.
“I didn’t lie,” Lucien said tightly. “I technically did fall off my horse.” He patted his mount’s flank. “After one of them tackled me off her.”
I am the first one the others look to—I set the example.
“I was forced to watch as my father butchered the female I loved. My brothers forced me to watch.”
“Please,” Lucien said, bowing his head gracefully. “The effort to rebuild is our burden to share. It would be our honor.”
He assured me that he hated the gatherings as much as I did, and that Lucien was the only one who really enjoyed himself,
Lucien intervened calmly, “I already have my sources looking into it.”
Lucien sighed a bit and said to Tamlin, “If we perhaps trained her in secret—”
Lucien muttered something that sounded like a plea to the Cauldron.
Lucien took a deep breath that sounded a lot like: “Here we go.”
Lucien cleared his throat. “She meant no harm, Tam.”/ Lucien held his gaze. “Worse things have happened, worse things can happen. Just relax.”
Thoughts slammed into me, images and memories, a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever, and sad, so endlessly sad and guilt-ridden, hopeless—
“How long have the claws been appearing?” he said softly. "There's only so much I can do,” he said hoarsely. “But I’ll ask him tonight. About the training. The powers will manifest whether we train you or not, no matter who is around. I’ll ask him tonight,” he repeated.
They will hunt her, and kill her, Ianthe had hissed at Lucien. Lucien had growled back, They’ll do it anyway, so what’s the difference?
We are not assassins, Lucien had cut in. Rhys is what he is, but who would take his place—. Lucien had gone on, his tone pleading, Tamlin. Tam. Just let her train, let her master this—if the other High Lords do come for her, let her stand a chance...
His red hair was tied back, and there wasn’t a hint of finery on him: just armored leather, swords, knives
Lucien, beside Tamlin, again put a hand on his sword. “Stop this.”
“That is enough.” Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron.
Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints.
As Lucien took off his jacket, kneeling before Elain.
“She is no such thing,” she said, and shoved him again. Lucien didn’t move an inch.
Perhaps you’ll get a handsome Fae lord as your mate, too.”
Lucien’s answering growl was nothing short of feral.
Lucien spun toward me, and that metal eye whirred and narrowed. Centuries of cultivated reason clicked into place.
But Lucien was watching me warily. Too warily.
His gaze on me. Face hard. As if he’d seen through every lie. As if he knew of the second tattoo beneath my glove, and the glamour I now kept on it. As if he knew that they had let a fox into a chicken coop—and he could do nothing. Not unless he never wanted to see his mate—Elain—again.
It was Lucien who answered, studying my painting as if it held the proof I knew he was searching for.
Lucien remained leaning against the door across from mine. His room. I didn’t doubt he’d ensured I now stayed across from him. Didn’t doubt that the metal eye he possessed was always turned toward my own chambers, even while he slept.
“She’s going to spin a story that you’ll want to hear,” Lucien warned. / Lucien halted me with a hand around my elbow. “You’re smarter than that.” I studied the broad, tan hand wrapped around my elbow.
Lucien breathed, “Where is he keeping her?” / “Tell me anyway. List all of them.”. “You’ll die the moment you set foot in his territory.” “I survived well enough when I found you.”
Lucien only nodded. But I felt his gaze on my back, fixed right on my spine, as I headed downstairs
Lucien answered, “If you expect our gratitude, you’ll be waiting a while, Ianthe.”
Lucien seemed to be trying very, very hard not to roll his eyes.
I could practically feel the snide remark simmering in Lucien.
“My emissary knows the wall as well as any sentry.”
“I have an old friend at the Dawn Court. She’s skilled at tinkering—blending magic and machinery. Tamlin got her to craft it for me at great risk.”
I was fairly certain that only centuries of training kept Lucien from leaping over the table to rip out Jurian’s throat.
“The gap in the wall is right up here,” Lucien was saying, sounding about as thrilled as me to be in such company.
Brannagh studied how closely I stood to Lucien; how he shifted slightly to shield me, too.
Lucien sat against a nearby tree, folding one booted ankle over another. “Whatever you’re planning, it’ll land us knee-deep in shit.”
“I would have been a part of the human-Fae alliance.”
“I did it for you, too, you know.” Cold, hard words. “I went with him to get you back.”
But the only trace of you was that ring, melted between the stones of the parlor. I got rid of it a moment before Tam arrived home to see it.”
“This situation is terrible,” I said, and it was the truth. A low snort.
And despite Jurian, despite the sneering royals, a corner of Lucien’s mouth tugged upward.
I gave Lucien a subtle, pleading look, and he barely hid his smirk as he sauntered over to me. Our dispersing party watched as he braced my waist in his broad hands and easily hefted me off the horse.
Ever the courtier, he bowed back.
He flat-out refused to participate. I replaced him in the Rite, but …” I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court.
I could feel Ianthe scrambling to regain control, to find some way to spin it. Perhaps Lucien could, too. For he took my hand, and then knelt upon one knee in the grass, pressing my fingers to his brow.
I kept close to Lucien, who was inclined to indulge me.
Lucien answered on the second knock. “I heard you—what’s wrong.” He scanned me, russet eye wide as he noted my disheveled hair, my sweaty nightgown. / I swallowed, a silent question on my face, and he nodded, retreating into the room to let me inside. Bare from the waist up, he’d managed to haul on a pair of pants before opening the door, and hastily buttoned them as I strode past.
“What did you dream of tonight?” he asked quietly./ Lucien rose, stalking to me. / Lucien paused half a foot from me. He didn’t so much as object as I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face against his warm, bare chest. / Lucien loosed a heavy sigh and slid an arm around my waist, the other threading through my hair to cradle my head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.” He held me, stroking soothing lines down my back
His red hair gleamed in the faint firelight.
His silence was heavy—sad. I hated the lie, hated it for how filthy it felt to wield it. “I’m sorry,” he said
It’s why we avoid bargains unless it’s necessary: even the scholars at the Day Court don’t know how it works. Believe me, I’ve asked.” “For me—you asked them for me.”. “Yes. I went last winter to inquire about breaking your bargain with Rhys.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I—we didn’t want to give you false hope. And we didn’t dare let Rhysand get wind of what we were doing, in case he found a way to interfere. To stop it.”
“You didn’t stop him.” “I tried. I begged him for mercy. He didn’t listen. He couldn’t listen.”
“Even if they’re now our allies,” I mumbled, “I still hate them.” A snort. “Me too.”
“Autumn Court males have fire in their blood—and they fuck like it, too.”
Then at us, their eyes widening further as they noted Lucien’s cruel beauty.
Lucien stared him down. “We accept no tribute from the human lands. Least of all children.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, well aware that Lucien carefully watched from the shade of a nearby oak.
Lucien had gone to the stream to get more water
Lucien woke me the next morning with a hand over my mouth, warning gleaming in his russet eye. I smelled it a moment later: the coppery tang of blood. / Lucien slid from the tent, limbs loose and ready to shift into a defensive position. He’d been trained, he once told me—at the Autumn Court and at this one. Like Rhys, he usually opted for words to win his battles, but I’d seen him and Tamlin in the practice ring. He knew how to handle a weapon. How to kill, if need be.
Lucien laid his own cloak across the remains of the two young women.
“They are our allies,” he growled at me, at Lucien, both of us seated in armchairs flanking the mantel. / “And you should have left it alone for me to deal with.” Tamlin heaved a jagged breath. “Not retaliated like children.” He threw a glare in Lucien’s direction. “I expected better from you.” / “You sent the Bogge after them!” Tamlin roared. /Lucien had tracked it down—and we’d lured it, carefully, over hours, back to that camp. Right to where Dagdan and Brannagh had been gloating over their kill. / Lucien cleared his throat. Stood as well. “Tam—those humans were barely more than children. Feyre gave the royals an order to stand down. They ignored it. If we let Hybern walk all over us, we stand to lose more than their alliance. The Bogge reminded them that we aren’t without our claws, too.”
He exploded. Furniture splintered and went flying, windows cracked and shattered. / My knees slammed into the carpeted floor, and Tamlin was instantly in front of me, hands shaking— The doors burst open. “What have you done,” Lucien breathed, and Tamlin’s face was the picture of devastation as Lucien shoved him aside. He let Lucien shove him aside and help me stand. / “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Lucien said, an arm around my shoulders as he eased me from the room.
the broad panes of his chest, his stomach.
But Lucien was there. Her focus wholly on me, on taking from me the beauty I’d burned from her, Brannagh did not see him winnow until it was too late. Until Lucien’s sword refracted the light of the sun leaking through the canopy. And then met flesh and bone.
“I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.”
“I know a place,” Lucien said, walking toward the cave that would take us to his home.
I let Lucien lead the way,
“It doesn’t lead anywhere. It curves away in the back—it’ll keep us out of sight.” I let him go inside first nonetheless.
Flint struck, and I found myself gazing at a makeshift camp of sorts. The candle Lucien had ignited sat on a natural stone ledge, and on the floor nearby lay three bedrolls and old blankets, crusted with leaves and cobwebs. A little fire pit lay in the sloped center of the space, the ceiling above it charred. No one had been here in months. Years. “I used to stay here while hunting. Before—I left,” he said,
“It’s too risky to eat,” I admitted, evading his question. Lucien was having none of it. “I knew. I knew you were lying the moment you unleashed that light in Hybern. My friend at the Dawn Court has the same power—her light is identical. And it does not do whatever horseshit you lied about it doing.”
His eye seemed to simmer. As if being in his own lands set that molten ore inside him rising to the surface, even with the damper on his power. “Glad to see the mask is off, at least.”
“You have the gall to question my priorities regarding Elain—yet what was your motive where I was concerned? Did you plan to spare me from your path of destruction because of any genuine friendship, or simply for fear of what it might do to her?”
His woods, by blood and law. He was a son of this forest, and here … He looked crafted from it. For it. Even that gold eye.
he waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He’d tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face as he swooped down again and threw a second trout onto the sandy bank where I’d been trying to find a substitute for fishing twine. / Lucien picked them up by their tails, as if he’d done it a thousand times. He might very well have, right here in this stream. “I’ll clean them while you start the fire.” I
“As the youngest of seven sons, I wasn’t particularly needed or wanted. Perhaps it was a good thing. I was able to study for longer than my father allowed my brothers before shoving them out the door to rule over some territory within our lands, and I could train for as long as I liked, since no one believed I’d be dumb enough to kill my way up the long list of heirs. And when I grew bored with studying and fighting … I learned what I could of the land from its people. Learned about the people, too.” He eased to his feet with a groan, his unbound hair glimmering as the midday sun overhead set the blood and wine hues aglow. “I’d say that sounds more High-Lord-like than the life of an idle, unwanted son.” A long, steely look. “Did you think it was mere hatred that prompted my brothers to do their best to break and kill me?”
of all the sounds that Lucien so carefully sorted through while he kept watch.
he removed his cloak and added it over my blanket.
“Father,” the one now holding a knife to my throat said to Lucien, “is rather put out that you didn’t stop by to say hello.” “We’re on an errand and can’t be delayed,” Lucien answered smoothly, mastering himself.
he saw the sweat beading on my temple, my upper lip, as my blood heated. A slight bob of his chin was his only sign of understanding.
“Run,” I gasped out, but Lucien was already at my side, a steadying hand under my arm as I burned that flame hotter and hotter. It wouldn’t keep them contained for long, and I could indeed feel someone’s power rising to challenge mine. But there was another force to wield. Lucien understood the same moment I did. Sweat simmered on Lucien’s brow as a pulse of flame-licked power slammed into the stones just above us. Dust and debris rained down. I threw any trickle of magic into Lucien’s next blow. His next. / Lucien and I brought down the cave ceiling.
I’d been wearing my cloak, but … he’d indeed given me his. He shivered against the cold as we dragged and clawed our way up the mountain slope, and did not dare stop.
“Tell me about her—about Elain,” Lucien said quietly.
“And then I’ll ask your mate how he survived it—knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male’s bed.”
“You left us.” Us. Not Tamlin. Us. The words echoed into the dark,
"You fit into the Spring Court as little as I did, Lucien. You enjoyed its pleasures and diversions. But don’t pretend you weren’t made for something more than that.”
“Run,” Lucien breathed. / “Faster,” Lucien ordered. “Don’t look!” he barked as I began to turn my head to see if they’d followed. He lashed out a hand to grip my elbow, steadying me before I could even register that I’d stumbled. / “Zag,” Lucien panted. “We need to—” He shoved me aside, and I staggered, arms wheeling. Just as an arrow ricocheted off the ice where I’d been standing. “Faster,” Lucien snapped, and I didn’t hesitate.
Behind him, cut off by his brothers, Lucien had drawn his own knife and now sized up the other two.
I think Lucien shouted my name.
“Which one?” I asked carefully. Mor swept her attention over Lucien once more. I almost pitied Lucien for the weight in her gaze, the utter judgment. The stare of the Morrigan—whose gift was pure truth. Whatever she beheld in Lucien was enough for her to say, “The town house. You have someone waiting there for you.”
Lucien survey our surroundings.
But their watchful silence was indication enough: let him decide his own fate. At last, Lucien looked at me. At us. He said, “There are children laughing in the streets.” I blinked. He said it with such … quiet surprise. As if he hadn’t heard the sound in a long, long time.
“I see you brought home a new pet,” she said, nose crinkling with distaste. / Before I could introduce him, Lucien bowed at the waist. Deeply / Amren smiled slightly. “Already trained, I see.”
Lucien, to his credit, didn’t back away a step. From Rhys, or me, or the Illyrians. The Clever Fox Stares Down Winged Death. The painting flashed into my mind.
Lucien only shifted on his feet. Wary. Considering. I counted the heartbeats, debating how much I’d interfere if he said something truly stupid, when he at last murmured, “There is a longer story to be told, it seems.” Smart answer.
Lucien weighed my offer—and the three males monitoring his every blink and breath. He only nodded. Another wise decision.
“And you love him. And he—he truly does love you.” Lucien dragged a hand through his red hair. “And all these people I have spent my centuries hating, even fearing … They are your family.”
And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.”
But Lucien was standing in the doorway. And from the devastation on his face, I knew he’d heard every word. Seen and heard and felt the hollowness and despair radiating from her.
“I would never hurt her.” A bleak sort of honesty in his words.
We were almost to the door, Cassian already in the hall, when Lucien said to me, “Thank you.” I didn’t dare ask him for what.
"set up the handsome one as High Lord of Autumn"
“What did you do with yourself this afternoon?” “Slept,” he said. “Washed. Sat on my ass.”
His face was indeed controlled, but—a hint of surprise twinkled there. Wariness, too, but … surprise.
Lucien, standing near the windows and watching the sun set over Velaris, was wearing a fine green jacket embroidered with gold, his cream-colored pants showing off muscled thighs, and his knee-high black boots polished enough that the chandeliers of faelight reflected off them. He’d always had a casual grace about him, but here, tonight, with his hair tied back and jacket buttoned to his neck, he truly looked the part of a High Lord’s son. Handsome, powerful, a bit rakish—but well-mannered and elegant.
Lucien considered. “Can I offer my unsolicited advice?” / Lucien studied my mate, then me. “I assume Feyre is going.” / “Are you planning to hide her powers?” / Lucien studied me again, and it was an effort not to squirm. “My father would likely join with Hybern if he thought he stood a chance of getting his power back that way—by killing you.” / Lucien jerked his chin to Azriel. “That’s the information you need to gather. What my father knows—if my brothers realized what she was doing. You need to start from there, and build your plan for this meeting accordingly.”
Rhys swirled his wine once, set it down, and said to Lucien, “You and Azriel should talk. Tomorrow.” Lucien glanced toward the shadowsinger—who only nodded at him. “I’m at your disposal.”
He added to Lucien, who did not balk from those writhing shadows, “After lunch, we’ll meet.
“You trust Lucien.” 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.”
“He’s not a bad person—he’s not evil.” “He certainly isn’t.”
Too thin. She must not be eating at all. How can she even stand? The thoughts flowed through his head, one after another. His heart was a raging, thunderous beat, and he didn’t dare move from his position a mere five feet away. She hadn’t yet turned toward him, but the ravages of her fasting were evident enough. Touch her, smell her, taste her— The instincts were a running river. He fisted his hands at his sides.
Azriel seemed like a decent enough male
He tried to sound casual—comfortable. Even as his heart raced and raced, so swift he thought he might vomit on the very expensive, very old carpet. From Sangravah, if the patterns and rich dyes were any indication. Rhysand was many things, but he certainly had good taste. This entire place had been decorated with thought and elegance, with a penchant for comfort over stuffiness.
An ache like a blow to the chest went through him, but he crossed the rug. Forced his hands to be steady while he poured himself a cup of tea and sat in the chair opposite Nesta’s vacated one. “There’s a plate of biscuits. Would you like one?”
he couldn’t breathe as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.
Her eyes were the brown of a fawn’s coat.
“I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.” And a whole lot of nothing. He’d told the shadowsinger all he knew—of his surviving brothers, of his father. His mother … he’d kept some details, irrelevant and utterly personal, to himself. Everything else—his father’s closest allies, the most conniving courtiers and lords … He’d handed it over. Granted, it was dated by a few centuries, but in his time as emissary, from the information he’d gathered, not much had changed. They’d all acted the same Under the Mountain, anyway. And after what had happened with his brothers a few days ago … There was no tinge of guilt when he told Azriel what he knew. None of what he felt when he looked toward the south—toward both of the courts he’d called home.
He fought against the bristling rage, the irrational urge to find the male who’d claimed her and shred him apart. The words were a rasp as he instead said, “I know. I’m sorry.”
He paused right between them and said to me, to Nesta, “She needs fresh air.” / “We’ll judge what she needs.” I could have sworn his ruby hair gleamed like molten metal as his temper rose. But it faded, his russet eye fixing on me. “Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.” Then he walked away.
“Mother above,” Lucien said, dragging a hand through his hair.
Lucien had offered to make himself useful while we were gone by reading through some of the texts now piled on the tables throughout the sitting room.
But I will say that Lucien is loyal—fiercely so.”
It wasn’t just about what he thought—it was the … feeling. I sensed no ill will, no conniving. Only concern for her. And … sorrow. Longing
Cassian had come off the roof at some point to join Lucien in the sitting room, the books from the wall spread on the low-lying table between them
It felt like days ago. I rested my head against the embroidered back of the chair and watched Lucien take a seat on the rolled arm of the nearest couch. “Long day?” I grunted my response.
He weighed my tone, and crossed his arms. “Let me do something. About Elain. I heard—from my room. Everything that happened just now. It wouldn’t hurt to have a healer look her over. Externally and internally.” I was tired enough that I could barely summon the breath to ask, “Do you think the Cauldron made her insane?” “I think she went through something terrible,” Lucien countered carefully. “And it wouldn’t hurt to have your best healer do a thorough examination.”
“Please tell me,” Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. “What the healer says. And if—if you need me for anything.”
Madja didn’t deign to answer Nesta until we were at the bottom of the steps. Lucien was already waiting in the sitting room, Mor still lingering in the dining room. Both of them rose to their feet.
Lucien muttered something about not needing to be monitored, and we all looked at him with raised brows. He just lifted his hands, claimed he wanted to freshen up, and headed down the hall.
The sound seemed to startle Elain, who swiftly set down her teacup. She rose to her feet, and Lucien shot to his. “I’m sorry,” he blurted. “What—what was that?” “It—it was a tug. On the bond.” / Then Nesta was standing in the threshold. “What did you do.” The words were as sharp as a blade. Lucien looked to her, then over to me. A muscle feathered in his jaw. “Nothing,” he said, and again faced his mate. “I’m sorry—if that unsettled you.” Elain sidled toward Nesta, who seemed to be at a near-simmer. “It felt … strange,” Elain breathed. “Like you pulled on a thread tied to a rib.” Lucien exposed his palms to her. “I’m sorry.”
“And I got to Elain’s end of it when she ran off.” “Did you sense anything?” “No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek.
Lucien’s attention slid behind me, to the various letters on different styles and makes of paper. That golden eye narrowed. As Tamlin’s emissary, he no doubt recognized them. “Let me guess: they said yes, but picking the location is now going to be the headache.” Mor frowned. “Any suggestions?” Lucien tied back his hair with a strap of brown leather. “Do you have a map?”
Lucien had indeed given us an initial location, and several more when those were struck down. But that was to be expected, Lucien had said, as if he’d arranged such things countless times. Rhys had only nodded in agreement—and approval.
Especially since Lucien had left before breakfast for a library across the city to look up anything in regard to fixing the wall, a task I’d been more than willing to hand over. I might have felt guilty for never giving him a proper tour of Velaris, but … he seemed eager. More than eager—he seemed to be itching to head into the city on his own.
Lucien, stationed by the front window, turned from watching the street. Monitoring it. A sword and dagger hung from his belt. No humor, no warmth graced his face—only fierce, grim determination.
“I’ll go.” Lucien was staring at Elain as he spoke. We all looked at him. Lucien shifted his focus to Rhys, to me. “I’ll go,” he repeated, rising to his feet. “To find this sixth queen.” / “What makes you think you could find her?” Rhys asked. Not rudely, but—from a commander’s perspective. Sizing up the skills Lucien offered against the risks, the potential benefits. “This eye …” Lucien gestured to the metal contraption. “It can see things that others … can’t. Spells, glamours … Perhaps it can help me find her. And break her curse.” He glanced at Elain, who was again studying her lap. “I’m not needed here. I’ll fight if you need me to, but …” He offered me a grim smile. “I do not belong in the Autumn Court. And I’m willing to bet I’m no longer welcome at h—the Spring Court.” Home, he had almost said. “But I cannot sit here and do nothing. Those queens with their armies—there is a threat in that regard, too. So use me. Send me. I will find Vassa, see if she can … bring help.” / “You will be going into the human territory,” Rhys warned. “I can’t spare a force to guard you—” “I don’t need one. I travel faster on my own.” His chin lifted. “I will find her. And if there’s an army to bring back, or at least some way for her own story to sway the human forces … I’ll find a way to do that, too.” My friends glanced to each other. Mor said, “It will be—very dangerous.” A half smile curved Lucien’s mouth. “Good. It’d be boring otherwise.”
Lucien had indeed been studying all those maps lately. Perhaps at the quiet behest of whatever force had guided us all. My mate added, “Thank you.” Lucien shrugged. And it was that gesture alone that made me say at last, “Are you sure?” He only glanced at Elain, whose face was again a calm void while she traced a finger over the embroidery on the couch cushions. “Yes. Let me help in whatever way I can.”
I asked Lucien, “When do you want to leave?” “Tomorrow.” I hadn’t heard him sound so assertive in … a long time. “I’ll prepare for the rest of today, and leave after breakfast tomorrow morning.” He added to Rhys, “If that works for you.”
Cassian had given him free rein yesterday afternoon to loot his personal cache of weapons, though my friend had been economical about which ones he’d selected. The blade, plus a short sword, plus an assortment of daggers. A quiver of arrows and an unstrung bow were tied to his pack.
“You know precisely where you want Rhys to take you?” I asked at last. Lucien nodded, glancing to where my mate now waited by the front door. He’d bring Lucien to the edge of the human continent—to wherever Lucien had decided would be the best landing spot. No farther, Azriel had insisted. His reports indicated it was too watched, too dangerous. Even for one of our own. Even for the most powerful High Lord in history.
“It was time,” Lucien said quietly, giving me a squeeze. “For me to do something.”
Rhys extended a hand to Lucien. Lucien studied it—then my mate’s face. I could nearly see all the hateful words they’d spoken. Dangling between them, between that outstretched hand and Lucien’s own. But Lucien took Rhys’s hand. That silent offer of not only transportation.
Their gazes locked and held. / Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing and sadness.
“I—heard the rumors and assumed Lucien Vanserra would be residing there after … what happened.” She still didn’t look at Tamlin, who remained silent and brooding. “I managed to contact him a few days ago—asked him to send samples. He did—and did not tell you,” she added quickly to Rhysand, “because he did not want to raise your hopes. Not until I’d found a solution.” No wonder he’d been so eager to head alone into Velaris that day he’d gone to help us research. I shot a look at Rhys. Seems like Lucien can still play the fox. Rhys didn’t look at me, though his lips twitched as he replied, Indeed.
The Lady of Autumn’s favorite son—not only from Lucien’s goodness. But because he was the child she’d dreamed of having … with the male she undoubtedly loved.
His power is flame, though. They’ve mused Beron’s title could go to him. His mother’s family is strong—that was why Beron wanted a bride from their line. The gift could be hers.
Other than the fact that Lucien might be Helion’s sole heir.
“Lucien,” I breathed. “Who?” Drakon’s brows narrowed. “Oh, the male with the eye. No. He met up with them later on—told them where to go. To come now, actually. So pushy, you Prythian males.
Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, coming toward us. Spying the blood speckling Elain’s hands.
“Well, I never want to fight in another battle as long as I live, but … yes, I’m in one piece.” A faint smile bloomed on Elain’s lips. But Lucien noticed that scorched patch of grass behind us and said, “I heard—what happened. I’m sorry for your loss. All of you.”
“I’ve got one hell of a story to tell you,” he said, squeezing me tightly. “And don’t be surprised if Vassa corners you as soon as the ships are sorted. And the sun sets.” “Is she really—” “Yes. But your father, ever the negotiator …” / “The human queens are still out there,” I said. Maybe I’d hunt them down. “Not for long—not if Vassa has anything to do with it.” “You sound like an acolyte.” Lucien blushed, glancing at Elain. “She’s got a foul temper and a fouler mouth.” He cut me a wry look. “You’ll get along just fine.” I nudged him in the ribs. But Lucien again looked at that singed grass, and his blood-splattered face turned solemn. “He was a good man,” he said. “He loved you all very much.”
Elain fell into step beside me, peering at Lucien. He noticed it. “I heard you made the killing blow,” he said.
I said to him, “So where now? Off with Vassa?” I wondered if he’d heard of Tamlin’s role—the help he’d given us. A look at my friend showed me he had. Someone, perhaps my mate, had informed him. Lucien shrugged. “First—here. To help. Then …” Another glance at Elain. “Who knows?” I nudged Elain, who blinked at me, then blurted, “You could come to Velaris.” He saw all of it, but nodded graciously. “It would be my pleasure.”
Tamlin just shook his head, loathing simmering in his green eyes, and walked past. Not a word. I looked at Lucien in time to see the guilt, the devastation, flicker in that russet eye.
But Lucien remained standing with us as Tamlin found his place in the sitting room to our right. Did not glance at his friend even once. Lucien wasn’t foolish enough to beg for forgiveness.
I didn’t dare look through the ruined doorway to where Lucien now stood in the sitting room, close to Elain’s side
Lucien had remained behind to help with any of the human wounded still needing Fae healing
Another tidbit that Lucien had told us.
Send Lucien then. As our human emissary.
"Where's our dear friend Lucien?" "Off hunting for dinner."
"You brought presents". "It's Solstice tradition here, but isn't it?"
An uncontrollable instinct - for a male to eliminate any threat. But he remained sitting. Even as his fingers dug into the arms of his chair
Somehow in living with Jurian and Vassa in the manor, he'd run into Elain's former betrothed. And managed to leave the human lord breathing.
The corded muscle of his forearm shifted beneath the fine silk of his sapphire jacket.
"He is a good male", I repeated.
He raised his fist to the door, but the wooden slab pulled away before he could touch it. Lucien’s scarred, handsome face appeared, his golden eye whirring. “I thought I sensed someone else arriving.”
The male had grown up alongside Eris. Had dealt with Eris’s and Beron’s cruelty. Had his lover slaughtered by his own father. But Lucien had learned to keep his cool.
He had to give Lucien credit: the male was somehow able to move between his three roles—an emissary for the Night Court, ally to Jurian and Vassa, and liaison to Tamlin—and still dress immaculately.
“Easy,” Lucien said. Cassian snarled. “Easy,” Lucien repeated, and flame sizzled in his russet eye. The flame, the surprising dominance within it, hit Cassian like a stone to the head, knocking him from his need to kill and kill and kill whatever might threaten—
“No. But we need to summon Lucien,” Azriel said, just a shade tightly, as if he didn’t like it one bit. “We need to tell him the news, and permanently station him at the Spring Court to contain any damage and to be our eyes and ears.”
Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.
Bakugou loved hated that you were so easy to love, personally and romantically
You were able to talk to anyone and everyone since you were such a sweetheart, your quirk was pretty strong for an "extra" aswell- tch
Deku spend a little too much time writing about your enchanting horrific wings and healing abilities within your quirk
Bakugou hated how you apologised to Todoroki after glitter fell on him but when it happen to Bakugou what did you do? Scurry away
He decided to confront you about why you avoid him, I mean why would you? He hasn't done anything! Bar yell at you for getting glitter on his notes, and forgetting a coat when it got windy outside, and for letting a stray cat into the dorms-
Great! Just what he wanted, his crush being scared of him- crush
Oh hell no
He realised he liked you when you would stop during training to heal others before yourself, he realised he liked you when you bought Ururaka clothing when she went through a rough patch, he realised he loved you when you stayed up late with Kaminari after he slept through class to help him catch up on notes
Wait- loved? Shit
He came up to you to pair up with him for that days training, you almost shat yourself- the Bakugou Katsuki wants to train with you?!
Now you could beat his ass with out a doubt, it's just that you've seen how quick he is to use his quirk without thinking and the thought of possibly burning your wings terrifies you!
He has made it pretty clear that he does not like you at all!
Bakugou was blushing? No probably just hot due to his quirk
Kirishima came over during training just as Bakugou handed you a water bottle, this poor shark boy though their plan worked and Bakugou had asked you out by now
"Congrats future Ms.Bakugou on kicking his ass! I could never counter his move like that-" *boom* *boom* *boom*
And that's how I met your mother ♡
He loved how you would tend to his 'battle wounds' in his dorm room, Bakugou would just stare at you in content as you worked your magic to fix him up
He almost used it as an excuse to visit you prior to you becoming lovers, he would pick fights with people, get hurt and come to you instead of going to recovery girl since "my tuition is high enough" to get healed
Seriously it got to the point when you were studying with the dekusquad, where it was every other hour this boy was knocking on your door asking for help
It was comical, he will never admit it was to see you in casual clothing looking all cute in your flowy skirts and soft cardigans
Honestly is mom started to buy him similar clothing so you can be those couples that match 💀 #mitsukisupremacy
Sero
This boy was so slick- he had his eye on you as soon as you walked into the class, those motherfucking wings
You had these little clips in your hair to match, omg get this guy an inhaler he can't breathe
You would let him touch your wings since he was very careful around you since he knew you didn't like your glitter getting everywhere
He loved how they changed colour depending on their temperature
He found it so cute when you sat on Yaoyarozu's shoulder during hero training because your back was sore ♡
He follows your tiktok and when you posted your d.i.y cottage core dress makeover- he ran to buy you supplies, he loved how he was the one to help you 😎
He prayed to daylights end that some of your glitter fell into his uniform so you would brush it off- that makes his brain go brrr
He invited you out to go manga shopping, now when this tape boy saw you in a gorgeous pinafore dress and my lord was he about to burst
This man acted as if he was your boyfriend, zero fucks given, holding the door open for you? Check, can't find your card in your purse? No worries it's on him,
He cherished the small handkerchief you gave him when he spilled some tea on himself at the dorms,
Unfortunately he tried a new cologne to impress you but it triggered your senses and you sneezed and your wings sprouted glitter everywhere
He soaked in the fact that you are brushing off your glitter on his chest and he is just so smug ;)
He asked you on a date when you mentioned that you wanted to try a new sushi restaurant, he was adamant that he was gonna be your boyfriend by the end of the date :)
And he was, how could you say no? Honestly you did have a thing for the tape elbowed boy before he asked you out, he's so confident and kind, and that smile?- yes please
You both looked so cute as you both sat in silence as Sero read the current manga issue over your shoulder, Sero in lounge wear and you in a comfy pyjamas :)
He has a picture of you feeding Kodas bunny carrot sticks as his lock screen, this boy has a whole album of you being so cute with animals,
Just don't tell this boy you can sing, because with this knowledge he will make you dance around the dorm kitchen as you wait for your popcorn to finish
This boy will serenade you as you fall asleep on his chest as your wings heel after a hard day of training to not have you use your own strength furthermore to self heal
This boy needs to be promoted to fairy king soon :)
Have a few asks to get through hopefully by next week, they are lengthy ish
If you send a request it will take a bit before I answer due to my inbox being a little packed rn but it's still open!
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