I Wonder If Anyone Will Do This.. Go Ahead!

I wonder if anyone will do this….. go ahead!

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Left Behind (Lucien x reader)

a/n: I’m mostly winging it but thanks to a comment I have the general gist! Y/n is from the Dawn court btw (I’m in love with the Dawn court).

slight summary: Lucien left y/n for Elain 15 years ago Elain who still gave him the cold shoulder. His life was just getting back on track when he meets a girl age 14 with red hair and russet eyes.

⚠️: nah, ya know the drill, angst!

masterlist part 2 part 3 epilogue

Lucien’s POV

Lucien Vanserra had no idea why every night dreams of her haunted him. Why his thoughts swirled around her. He’d left her 15 years ago and yet she haunted his every breath. Everywhere he went was tainted by the memory of her except the night court. But in the night court Elain was constantly giving him the cold shoulder and he couldn’t stay there. He didn’t have a purpose there.

That was why Lucien was currently standing outside Julian and Vassa’s manor. He stared at the manor, hoping she wasn’t here before barging in and sending out a flair of magic to alert them of his presence.

Jurian came running and hugged him tight murmuring, “you’re an idiot.” Lucien smiled, happy to be home. Jurian led him to the dining room before smirking at him. “Finally come to join us Fierling?” Lucien sighed.

“Well-” he was cut off by a loud banging on the door and a voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

“Open up you prick, my moms going to kill me.” Lucien glanced at Jurian who had gone an interesting shade of white and raised a brow. Jurian gave him a look that probably said stay here and shut the hell up before he went to open the door.

Lucien hesitated before moving on silent feet to listen in.

“I’ll kill him, mom’s trained me.”

“No, Alex, he’s stronger, besides your mom would kill me for letting you try.” Jurian sounded vaguely panicked and was trying not to raise his voice.

“At least let me meet him, see what my mom saw in him. See if he would have been a good father. See if he’s worth fighting for.”

a long pause followed the girls words and Lucien thought of what he’d heard. See if he would have been a good father? What did that mean? Was he a father? That thought excited him, he loved kids. Who was that girl and why did her voice sound so familiar? Before he could try to answer those questions, footsteps echoed down the hall and Lucien quickly moved back to his seat.

Jurian and the girl, Alex, appeared in the doorway and Lucien’s breath caught in his throat. She looked like him, the same shoulder length red hair (I have no idea how long Lucien’s hair is) and same russet eyes. But in subtler ways, Alex looked like her. Y/n. The same nose and mouth but Lucien’s eyes caught on the white Peregryn wings that were unmistakably from the Dawn Court. And most damning of all was her age, Alex looked about 14 probably born a few months after Lucien had left y/n.

Alex stared at him in awe before an indifferent mask settled over her face and her russet eyes became unbearably cold. Lucien finally found his voice.

“you- you’re my daughter.”

A/n: part two anyone? Alex’s character is loosely based off my younger self. If you want to be tagged in part two just say so.

Can we please get a full oneshot of "Unplanned (batboys and Eris x reader)"???

Ah, sorry about the extremely late response. But you see, I have no idea what a oneshot is…. Yes I’m dumb, I know. But I’m kinda new to this ‘fanfic’ stuff and haven’t really bothered to find out what everything is….

someone explain pleaseee 🥺🥺🥺

I feel like more people need to see this, read humans, read!

Little Witch - Ruhn Danaan

A/N - Back with some more Ruhn while I figure out the next part of my Eris Vanserra fic! Enjoy!❤️

T/W - Talk of injury, captivity and torture! Please keep yourselves safe while reading! ❤️

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Ruhn's body was breaking, he wasn't sure how many more of these sessions with Pollux and Lidia he could take. Lidia who he had come to save, to protect, Lidia who had betrayed him in the end. Lidia who he could still feel in his mind, screaming for him. Lidia who made him feel alive, just like you did. What was worse is that his mind was breaking, he was going insane, he'd see you when you weren't supposed to be there, like a ghost, appearing in his worst moments, when the pain was too much and his body was about to give out or when his mind was about to shatter but you were safe, with his brothers, protected. Dec always had a plan, he'd have gotten you all out safely and Flynn was a warrior who would've fought to the end to keep all of you safe. Not to mention the unofficial Alpha and the Mer that adored you as well, no, no one would touch you, they'd have to get through his friends first.

You were powerful, he knew that much, it was the reason the Witches were so scared of you. The reason they'd kept you locked away for so much of your life. The reason they kept the nullifying bracelets on your arms. He could still hear you crying, screaming in pain as he held you while Dec removed them as carefully as he could. He could still see the dazzling smile on your face as Ithan ran barefoot with you through the forest and when Tharion took you into the water for the first time as you clung onto the Mer's neck for dear life. The gasp that escaped you when you sat with him and let him play you all his favourite songs, how you'd pulled him to his feet and danced with him. Your shy smile as you took in all the books in his room, he'd told you to take your pick and he often found you sitting on his bedroom floor reading, worried about taking them out of his room, he told you that you could take them and read them wherever you wanted. How you'd looked at him like he'd hung the stars for you. He supposed in your world, he had, coming to get you at Hypaxia's request, her second sister, her youngest sister who had been kept in captivity, she knew the other Witches would never accept you, so in came Ruhn, like a knight in shining armor to free you. 

It had taken you a while to adjust to living in the house with them, you'd jump at loud noises and look ashamed if one of them found you eating despite the fact Ruhn and Flynn had filled the cupboards for you. You were skeletal when you first started living with them so there was always food around. You didn't speak, you still didn't at least not out loud. Dec was the first to break through to you, handing you a phone and sitting there explaining how to use it, telling you if you didn't want to speak then that was fine, but if you ever needed anything to click messages, pick which one of them you wanted and to type out what you needed. You smiled at him softly and he left you to your book, moving back over to the other sofa. He'd received a text 10 minutes later. "Thank you, Declan." He beamed and texted you back, if this is how you wanted to communicate, he'd go along with it. "You're welcome."

Ruhn received a text 3 days later, he'd always been able to communicate with you without words, without speaking into your mind, he'd tried it once and it had terrified you, hearing his voice in your head, but he just knew with you and you just knew with him, he couldn't quite believe the bond the two of you had built without you saying one word to him. It was the middle of the night, he'd just gotten home from Aux duty returning in the early hours and leaving again a few hours after as had become his routine as of late and he was fully expecting you to be asleep, as you usually were at this time when he returned home. He'd just stepped into his room, peeling his shirt from his body and unbuckling his belt to head straight into the shower after his long day when his phone buzzed on his night stand where he'd left it. "I miss you." Was all it said, he smiled slightly, it had made him feel good to know he was on your mind as much as you were on his. He typed a quick response. "Why are you still awake? I miss you too." Your reply came instantly "Waiting for you." Ruhn had never showered so quickly in his life. He was drying his hair with a towel when you appeared in his doorway, two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands, smiling crookedly at him. Gods he loved that smile, he stood and approached you, taking the mugs out of your hands and ushering you into the room, closing the door behind you, he knew this was your favourite place to be, that you felt safest in his room, he'd never asked why, not wanting to push you away, he'd never admit it, but those nights when he came home and you were asleep in his bed, those nights were his favourite. 

Then he met Agent Daybright & everything changed. 

The chair he was tied to toppled as Lidia Cervos delivered a nasty kick to his chest, something crunched under her foot, ribs most likely and Ruhn turned his head to the side and spat out the blood that filled his mouth. He wanted to die, he was ready to die. He'd taken more than enough, his body weak and broken, and he was sure his mind was broken beyond repair as you flickered into his cell. He knew he was going insane when you spoke. "Ruhn." His name, he'd never heard you say it and he knew in that moment that you'd ruined him. His name would never sound as good coming from another. "Ruhn, I'm here." You said gently, your voice was like a melody as you knelt in front of him, tears lining your eyes. "You aren't real." He forced the words out. "I am, I'm here with you, I'm astral projecting." He looked at you for a second before saying. "Witches can't do that without a familiar that comes with them." You brushed his hair out of his face and hauled his chair upright, undoing the bindings at his wrists and feet. "Ithan's a wolf." It clicked in his brain then. "Ithan's wolf is your familiar?" You nodded as the wolf, as Ithan, entered the cell as well and sat by the door. "We've been practicing, I know you've seen me before, they're coming, Ruhn. Flynn, Dec and Tharion are coming for you. Ithan and I will stay until they get here." He couldn't quite believe the words coming out of your mouth. "Ithan gave up the opportunity to be an alpha to be your familiar?" You smiled his favourite smile. "Ithan did it for you, Ruhn. You saved him while he was drowning, so he's helping to save you, he's a shifter so he's not bound to me like normal familiars are, but his wolf responds to me as well as to him now." 

Ruhn reached for you, despite the pain it caused him to do so and his hand went straight through you. "Your nose is bleeding." He said and you touched your nose. "I've been here a bit too long, used too much power to touch you and to undo your binds." He opened his mouth to tell you to go but you beat him to it. "I'll go when they get to you, not a minute before, last time I left you ran off to save a girl and got caught." He closed his eyes as the memories played in his mind, the broken look on your face when he told you about her, his plans to meet her at the ball he'd promised to take you too, that Bryce had taken you shopping and bought you a dress to wear for. You didn't go to the ball, locking yourself in your room instead. He could still see the disappointment in his sister's face when she sighed and said. "She picked that dress for you Ruhn." He didn't understand then, he did now as he watched you bleed to stay with him. He watched you look around the cell, he knew Lidia was an uncomfortable subject for you, he'd pushed you away due to whatever it was he had with her. It was about to be made worse. "Where is she by the way, so I can tell the others so they can get her out as well?" Ruhn shook his head. "She's The Hind, she's the one that did this to me." Your mouth fell open. "My sister. My sister was who you were with in your mind? She did this to you?" He watched as your fists clenched and nodded weakly. "We still need to get her out, don't we?" Your voice cracking, he nodded again. 

He could hear them now, his brothers coming down the hall for him. "Y/N?" He said and you met his eyes. "Don't ever stop speaking to me?" You smiled softly and nodded as Ithan took up a defensive stance at the door. Dec was the first through the cell door. "Easy pup, it's us." He relaxed and the wolf trotted to your side. "See you at home, Ruhn." The others faltered at your voice, just for a second and then you were gone, Ithan going with you as his brothers descended on him to get him out of the hell he'd been living for the last few weeks, or months, he wasn't sure. 

It felt like a lifetime before they arrived at a house that Ruhn didn't recognise, Cormac had organised a safehouse in the middle of nowhere he'd learned, he'd also learned his cousin had died for Bryce, died to help his sister. He didn't dwell on the loss for too long, he couldn't because there you were, sprinting out of the front door and straight at him. His breath caught as he saw the look on your face, one he hadn't seen since he'd told you about Day. He couldn't brace his body for the impact, he didn't have the strength, but Flynn was there, catching you both before you toppled the floor. He was ready for the pain though, he'd take it if it meant you let him back in. He hissed in pain as you collided with him and tried to pull back instantly realising you'd hurt him, he didn't allow it, wrapping his tattooed arms around you like a vice, keeping you close to his body, inhaling your scent. "Hello, Little Witch." He murmured into your hair, his voice weak and laced with pain. "Hello, Princeling." You murmured back into his chest. He refused to let you go, walking you into the house, still wrapped in his arms, he'd have picked you up if he had the strength but he didn't, so instead you walked with him, clumsily, falling over his feet. He stilled as he entered the house and came face to face with Lidia. His arms dropped from around you immediately. "She led me out." Lidia said, approaching the two of you. "I'm so sorry, Night." 

"We need a healer." Dec said quietly once they had situated Ruhn on the sofa, you had said no more words since your greeting to him, opting to stay by the archway into the living room. "I can do it." Every head in the room swiveled towards you. "She talks!" Flynn cheered as Dec elbowed him in the ribs. "You're weak from the projecting." Ithan said. "You were there for too long, pushed too hard." You cringed at him ratting you out and you watched Ruhn tense. "I can do it." You said again. "No." Your head snapped to Ruhn. "I can do it, let me do it." It was Lidia who spoke next. "Do it, heal him." She placed a hand on Ruhn's damaged face. "Please Ruhn." He nodded.

Of course he'd do it for her you thought as you pushed off the archway. "We need space, everyone out, Dec, you stay, you can help." Dec nodded as the others left to the kitchen. Lidia didn't move towards the kitchen, instead she sat next to him on the sofa and began removing his shirt. It made you sick. She'd done this before and you knew it. It may have broken you but Ruhn had always been honest with you. Telling you about her before his friends. You don't know what you had expected when your feelings developed for him, for him to have them back? To fall for a witch who was too strong for her own people, who couldn't control her own power? Who had suffered so much neglect that she chose not to speak anymore? The only reason you were speaking now was for him, once healed you'd go back to your silence. 

You pushed those thoughts out of your head and focused on the job at hand, his skin was mottled, purples, reds and yellows covered almost every inch of him and you couldn't help yourself as you snapped at the blonde sitting next to him. "Are you proud of yourself?" She looked shocked. "Y/N" Ruhn croaked out, a slight tinge of warning in his tone but you continued anyways, healing as you went. "All you do is destroy things, break things, look at what you've done to him!" You could feel your power thrumming in your veins. Ruhn's hand grabbed your arm, stopping your movement, your eyes met his momentarily, warnings swam in his gaze. "And still he defends you! You must be really good on your back." That was the final straw. "Enough!" Ruhn's voice was clear now, even though it took everything left in him to make it so. "Dec can finish healing me Y/N. Go." He pulled you back as you went to leave. "Don't ever speak to her like that again. I won't hesitate to send you back to the Witches."

You span on your heel and left the same way the others did, you didn't stop in the kitchen where they were, you carried on through the back door and ran, you made it halfway down the huge lawn of the safehouse before you crashed to your knees and screamed, fists hitting the ground and it split from the impact of your power. Thunder crashed and rain poured, wind whipped around you in a fury and still you screamed, screamed until your throat was hoarse and you could scream no more. Only the storm remained as you dragged yourself to your feet, you were exhausted and there they all were, watching from the window. Ruhn leaning on Lidia for support, her leaning into him for comfort, you watched as Ithan pulled his arm out of Flynn's grip and ran at you, shifting as he went. You couldn't go back into the house, not yet, not while they were awake, not while Ruhn was looking at you like saving you was a big mistake. Thankfully the rain hid your tears. You turned away from them, from your friends and ran despite the exhaustion towards the forest that loomed at the edge of the garden. You could hear Ithan behind you and you heard Lidia say "Leave her Ruhn, the wolf has got her." 

You ran until your legs gave out and you crashed to the forest floor, you didn't even attempt to save yourself, to put your hands out to soften the fall, you just let yourself hit the floor. You sobbed as you pulled your knees into your chest. Ithan was tall as a male, big even, as a wolf he was massive. He curled his wolf form around you as best he could, trying to bring you any ounce of comfort he could and you sobbed into his fur. Ruhn's voice floated into your head. "Come back." You ignored him. "Y/N, come back to the house." You ignored him again. "You said you wouldn't stop speaking to me." He tried again, sounding more irritated with each attempt. "I can't." You finally answered, even in your mind your voice sounded pathetic and you could've sworn he sighed into your mind. "Can't speak to me or come back?" You tried your best to stop your voice from breaking but it did anyway as you replied. "I don't want to talk anymore. It was better when I was silent. I can't come back, not when you looked at me like you should've left me with the Witches." There was silence for a minute and his voice was gentle now. "Please come home, I need you with me. I need someone I know is real." You couldn't keep the sound of your sobs out of your mind anymore and they flowed into Ruhn's head like a river as you croaked a reply. "You have Lidia. I got her out for you." And then pushed him out of your head before he could respond. 

How you'd fallen asleep on the forest floor in the middle of a storm you'd never know, you had a sneaking suspicion your body had just given out on you. You woke as someone pulled you into their arms. Your eyes shot open and Tharion's eyes studied you. "Oh little one, what have you done to yourself?" He asked, a thumb brushing along the grazes on your face from where you'd hit the floor. "He hates me." You whimpered. "Who?" He asked, genuine confusion filling his voice. "Ruhn, he wishes he never saved me." Tears spilled down your cheeks again. "Ruhn's worried about you, little one, we all are." You shook your head. "He hates me, he's going to send me back to them, he's got the sister he wants now." You whimpered again. You were still exhausted, so you didn't fight, you just let the Mer carry you back to the house, you feigned sleep, burying your head into Tharion's neck. 

"Leave it, Ruhn, not now." Tharion's voice was full of warning. "Is she okay?" You heard the prince ask. "She ran through the woods barefoot, she exhausted her power to help you and then pushed past that when she lost it, she's got grazes all over her face and arms and thinks you hate her, she thinks you'll give her back to the witches, what do you think?" Ruhn didn't respond and you knew he was following Tharion up the stairs, they both stopped again and you felt a kiss be placed on the back of your head. "I'll fix this, Little Witch." Ruhn said into your hair and you watched over Tharion's shoulder as he walked you towards your room, Ruhn entered his own, Lidia stood in one of his t-shirts, wrapping her arms around him and you watched him relax in her embrace. Your eyes met Ithan's still in his wolf form and you could've sworn the wolf looked sad for you.

You'd convinced your two fierce protectors to leave you, to let you be alone, sleep was not coming easily even though exhaustion was eating away at you. You sighed and checked your phone and found 3 messages. The first and second from when you ran, the third from 5 minutes ago. 

Tristan Flynn: Screw him, Dec and I will always love you. 

Declan Emmett: I'm here for you, Y/N. We all are. Flynn and I will always love you. 

Ruhn Danaan: I fucked up. I know I fucked up. I'm fucked up. You were there when I was ready to break, you kept me fighting. I don't deserve something as good and as innocent as you, my sweet little witch but I'm too selfish to give you up. Even after I said those despicable words to you tonight I asked you to come back, told you that I needed you after I broke you not even an hour before in defense of your sister. I know you saw her in my room, you forget you've slept in my bed, I know how you breathe when you truly are asleep, she's not here, she got changed in here and found one of the spare rooms to claim as her own. I wish I could explain what it was like down there, why Lidia did what she did to me and why I defended her like I did, but it isn't a story for me alone to tell. I'm so sorry for what I said to you. I'd never send you back, never. There's nothing you could ever do to make me want you anywhere other than at my side. I hope in time I can earn your forgiveness but I fully expect you to make me earn it. Until then, please know, I belong to no one but you. 

Tears were falling down your cheeks again but you had to see she wasn't there for yourself, you smoothed Ithan's shirt that you had decided to sleep in instead of one of Ruhn's unable to face it, and padded as quietly as you could down the hallway, phone in hand to his room and pushed the door open. His head shot up and his eyes met yours. His bruises still made you cringe, they covered his face, his neck, his chest and you were sure even further. He said nothing, he stayed where he was, sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for you to say anything. You raised your phone, making your intent clear as his right arm moved to search the bed for his, he didn't once stop looking at you. 

You: Do you really mean that?

Ruhn Danaan: Yes. I'm yours. I have been since the first time I found you in my bed, wearing my t-shirt, clutching another to your chest. Your hair all over my pillows like a halo. I was too blind to see it then.

Ruhn Danaan sent an image. 

It was you, fast asleep in his bed, exactly as he'd described. 

Ruhn Danaan: My beautiful, sweet, clever, brilliant, powerful, funny little witch. I was done for when you said my name for the first time. I'll earn your voice again. I'll earn your forgiveness and I'll give you everything. You'll never be caged again.

You threw yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you with him as he fell back onto the bed. Your head finding a home in between his shoulder and jaw. His hands running soothingly up and down your back. He broke the silence a while later. "Will you stay with me?" He asked gently and you nodded, rolling off of him to climb into to bed as he grasped your wrist. "Wear one of mine?" He murmured as he pulled at Ithan's shirt, you smirked as he said. "I don't want you covered in another males scent while in my bed." 

Love of My Life (Azriel x Reader)

a/n - This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic so please be patient with me. Please leave a suggestions. I’m sorry, the story might go a little slow at first. I’m not great at writing. Do you want part two? :)

⚠️- I don’t think they’re any, but please inform me if there are.

if you want to be added to my taglist. Masterlist part 2 part 3

You finished dressing just as your father swaggered in. He had a smirk on his face that you knew meant pain, in places nobody could see, would be inflicted on you very soon.

You braced yourself. Today you would meet your sister- even if she didn’t know it- and the court she loved so much. Despite the horrible stories you’d been told about them, you trusted your sisters judgement, though you’d never met her.

“You’re looking good tonight y/n.” He punched you in the stomach, jabbed you in the ribs. “Excited?” You didn’t answer. Your father's hand wrapped around your throat. “I asked you a question, I expect an answer.”

“No father, just wanted to look my best for you.” The answer you’d given him since you were old enough to know what a horrible male he was.

He narrowed his eyes at you, but only squeezed once before removing his hand. You breathed out softly in relief. “If you ever need to address me, do not under any circumstance, call me ‘father’. Especially in front of your sorry excuse for a sister. I am now ‘Keir’ or ‘steward’ to you. Am I understood?”

“Yes Keir.” He nodded his approval and soon left after leaving you with instructions.

You couldn’t wait; this was the first time Keir had allowed you to attend when the High Lord came.

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Fifteen minutes later, you were shaking as you felt the High Lord of the Night Court approach his rightful throne.

But then you saw her, walking before the High Lord, beautiful, a bored, uninterested expression on her face. Your sister. You froze as she locked eyes with you and despite the stories you’d been told, you could see the love and freedom shining behind the eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like yours, like your mothers. Morrigan, the light that occasionally graced this hateful, dark place.

The two of you broke eye contact as she passed you, but your eyes quickly met again as she turned to face the two-faced bitchy crowd your father called his court. Her mask of calm broke, disbelief showing for all of a second before the unfeeling face returned. You frowned, about to try to enter her head with the daemati gifts nobody knew about but that were so similar to the High Lords.

Soon after, the general and spymaster of the Night Court entered. The shadowy male you assumed was the spymaster caught your eye. His blue gems shown, weapons covering his body.

They all turned away and sank into a graceful bow as Rhysand and Feyre took their thrones. The High Lord and Lady. You and everyone else in the court followed Morrigan's example and bowed.

“Rise. Go enjoy yourselves.”

You mingled with the others but when you glanced back, you saw Morrigan making her way towards you. You shook your head slightly and tapped twice against the solid walls protecting her mind.

She just blinked at you in astonishment but returned to the High Lords side as she opened a sliver in her mental shields.

Hello Morrigan. My name is y/n. Nice to meet you. Even in your mind, your voice sounded small and afraid.

You…you’re my sister. And to you, I am Mor.

Alright Mor. Indeed, I am your sister. May I show you some things? You wanted her to know what it was like in this awful place. How much worse things had gotten after her departure.

At Mor’s slight nod of approval, you moved to a shadowy area near a pillar. You sent her memories of your life and in return she let you look through hers. You learned the shadowy males name; Azriel. You repeated it in your head not realizing you were sending your thoughts to your sister. Azriel. Azriel. Azriel.

Don’t worry y/n, we’ll get you out of here and you can have those thoughts of Azriel as often as you wish.

You blinked, blushing.

Your connection was cut off as a sharp claw tapped on your shields. Rhysand, you could sense him. Hesitating, you let him in.

I’m going to send for you soon, come up and stick close to Azriel. We’ll take you back to our home if you wish. What would you like?

Thank you my lord, I would love to see your home.

Just Rhys please.

He left your mind and beckoned for you with a hand. You went up and bowed, low. He and Feyre inclined their heads and you were quickly introduced to their inner circle.

Mor looked like she wanted to hug you, but Rhys pointed you in the spymasters direction. You smiled at your high lord and locked eyes with Azriel.

You almost tripped as something in your chest uncoiled towards him. The mating bond stretched between the two of you. Azriel was your mate. He didn’t seem to notice the bond and when you reached him, he just made space for you to stand by his side. Your heart pounded.

But Mor, she saw something had happened, and you reached out to her when a sliver of her mind opened for you.

Azriel’s my mate. I don’t think he knows.

Before Mor could respond, Rhys called Keir over and said to him in a voice that let him know he would not take ‘no’ for an answer. “May I keep your daughter?”

“Of course my lord, you already have the Morrigan.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I am taking y/n for as long as I need a helping hand.”

Keir said nothing and Feyre dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She spoke inside your mind, slipping past your slightly open mental shields.

Mor told us what happened, everyone knows besides Azriel. I would suggest telling him but it is your choice, you will always have a choice here.

With that the High Lady retracted from your mind and your mental shields snapped up. You felt like you were dying, the male next to you was your mate, he didn’t know it, he seemed do be ignoring you but you could finally get out of this court and into the real world.

You weren’t sure you were ready for the real world. Mate. The word ricocheted through you, making the world you knew turn upside down and explode. Mate. Azriel was your mate.

part two anybody?

Left Behind Part 2 (Lucien x reader)

a/n: your wish is my command even if only one or two people wish, it is still my command. Wow 2 posts in one day!

⚠️: few curses

Masterlist part 1 part 3 epilogue

Luciens POV

Luciens words rang through the room before silence fell again. Finally Alex growled and drew a knife. Lucien started at the sight of the blade, he’d gifted that to y/n when they first became a couple.

“I am so such thing. I am y/n’s daughter because my so called ‘father’ never bothered with me.” She snarled and advanced on Lucien. He opened his mouth but no words came out because he knew she was right. He hadn’t bothered with this girl at all. jurian stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Alex to restrain her.

“I- I didnt know you existed, Im so sorry.”

“Sorry dosent cover it, father. You at least could have visited my mom, you two lovebirds were together 37 years after all.” Alex put the knife away and Jurian hesitantly released her. Lucien felt like ducking under the table and yelling I dont exist! Alex started again, “and you broke up with her for a female who has been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you’ve met!” Alex sat down miserably her indifferent mask falling into a mask of anger and longing. longing for a fatherly figure, Lucien realized. this time when Alex spoke her voice was softer, “Mom got a promotion to emissary of the dawn court 5 years ago but she couldnt even enjoy it because you promised her that once she got that promotion, the two of you would go to the winter court together. She hasn’t even looked at another male in that way because she still fucking loves you. You who left her for another, you who never came back, not even to visit. And yet she still harbors the hope that one day you might return her love. She thinks you're worth fighting for.”

The last words were spoken so softly that Lucien had to lean in to hear them. She thinks you’re worth fighting for. She still loves you.

Lucien stood on wobbly feet and rounded the table to pull his daughter into a tight hug. To be the person she fought for and to be the shoulder she cried on.

*****

Y/N’s POV

Y/n couldn’t find Alex anywhere, having just gotten back from a tiring day at work she had searched most everywhere for the kid. God damned 14 year olds. There was only one place left; Jurian and Vassa’s manor. She groaned at the thought of flying there, plus it was dusk, they would have to stay the night. That is, if Alex was even there.

On the flight to the manor, y/n’s thoughts strayed to Lucien. She, Rhys, and Feyre had become good friends during their meetings they had. Rhys had told her Elain still showed no interest in Lucien (something y/n couldnt fathom) and was always giving him the cold shoulder. That made her feel smug.

When she reached the manor, the sun was down and her wings were starting to ache from all the flying today. Alex had better be here, she was going to murder that child. Y/n banged on the door until she heard footsteps on the other side. The door opened and Jurian stood there, when he beheld her he paled. She cracked a smile. “I don’t look that bad do I?”

Jurian smiled slightly thought it didnt reach his eyes. “Nah, Alex is here.” He sighed, pulling her into a hug. “He’s here. He and Alex… talked. I think they’re getting along. Also, why do I have to play chaperone?”

Y/n stiffened at his words but smiled wryly, “because it’s your house.” She brushed past him with a grateful pat on the back as he followed her to the dining room. She was immediately greeted with a hello and hug from Alex. Stepping around Alex, y/n shot her a look that said, you are so getting murdered. Alex had the nerve to smirk.

“Y/n….”

Her eyes went straight to Lucien and she barley held back a gasp. She hadn’t seen him in so long. He was gorgeous.

Y/n and Lucien stared at eachother for what seemed like eternity until Jurian cleared his throat pointedly.

“As much as I love Fae staring contests, Vassa will be here soon so lets prepare some dinner shall we?”

The two broke eye contact and simultaneously glowered at Jurian. Jurian gulped. Alex saved him. “Im hungry so stop staring and be productive.” Jurian shot her a grateful look. Both fae turned their glares to Alex who dragged Jurian into the kitchen.

It was going to be a long night

A/n: Part 3? Ask and you shall be tagged