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[teddyhoneybear]

Authentic feeling

~Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra~

AO3

Words: 2,080

🍁a conversation between Elain and Lucien about the mating bond that I wanted to see.

🍁(feel free to take this and write it better❤️ I simply wanted to get it out of my system)

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"You probably hate me..."

Only a breeze, for even the wind stood still. But it gently braided a golden curl of hers, as if encouraging her to continue, to say what's on her mind.

Lucien only peered at her with a simple frown, never knowing what to say around Elain, as if that sharp tongue of his had lost the courage to do so.

"I'm not sure I follow, lady." the timbre of his voice was gentle but concern filled his thoughts.

Elain's dainty hands squeezed the railing, her garden behind them, just as silent, but extremely curious, as if it too saw that sleeping thread between them.

"I made you wait for two years..." her voice was no more than a whisper, guilt filling her soul.

He was a patient male, even if he'd wither in the process. But no words escaped his lips, unable to fill the silence around them.

And I'd wait for aeons, he wanted to scream, to declare his unending devotion to her.

"But I swore to myself that at least in love I'll choose for myself. Without anyone's intervention, not even the cauldron." the last word was veiled in something akin to distaste. And he wondered how many people before the cauldron took away her choices?

She raised her head, while gazing over Velaris, and it looked like she was reminding herself of the promise she made, perhaps long ago.

But Lucien was tired, so tired and he couldn't understand her resistance to the bond. He gave her space and time, and he could have waited even longer, but her complete dislike of the mating bond was like an insult to him and he had hoped all these years that she would at least see it in a different light.

"Tell me, Elain, what exactly makes you think like you do not have a choice? Accepting the bond or not." he asked in exasperation, his voice one of a wounded male. Saying her name... Oh, he was offended, Elain realised with surprise, and she waited for that guilt to hit her again. But it didn't come.

Nor was she at a loss of words. It was unexpected of him, yes, but it didn't leave her speechless.

Because the wide-eyed fawn in front of him trembled, not with fear, but anger. Her small hands curled into fists, ready to strike.

And when Elain faced the red hair male, she was met with a burning stare, flames imprisoned in his eyes.

And it provoked her.

"What makes you think that accepting it would be forced upon you?" his tone was harsh, a bitter taste in his tongue and the fire in his eyes seemed to expand. The now stronger wind blew through his hair, revealing his angered expression.

It inflamed something untamed inside the bud that was about to bloom like an Orange Fringe Tulip, her red-orange petals resembling flames of a bonfire. He was her instigator.

For a moment, she was so red with fury that Lucien thought he was looking at himself.

"Because it is unnatural!" Elain yelled at him, taking a step closer, nails digging in her palms.

He scoffed so loud, as if he could not believe her words. "Oh please, enlighten me, then!" he triggered her, saying it in a mocking way.

Even the burning sun tried to hide from their confrontation, peaking nosily from behind some clouds.

But Lucien did not back down. "What is, Elain?" he advanced, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's so abnormal about it?"

And Elain finally snapped.

"You!" she shouted, streching her hand to point at him. "And me! Everything! And I'm sick of it." she gesticulated frantically, some birds flying away.

"Don't think for a second that it has been easy for me, because I'm sick of the way your mere presence affects me, making my heart tremble. I'm sick of you haunting my every thought, even at the simple mention of your name. And I hate how your overwhelming scent soothes me so easily." she added, her voice an ear-splitting sound, and she could feel her throat burning. It almost fell from her lips how she held in the urge to bake cinnamon rolls everytime he visited, because his scent reminded her of them, only to find herself in the kitchen anyway, kneading dough while cursing him. He'd probably love hearing about that, so she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

Nor that she kept smelling them addictively, her little nose covered in frosting, while imagining it's him.

"Gods, even the way you dress, your stupidly gorgeous hair, and that..." she took a deep breath, already feeling light-headed. "That ravishing know-it-all smile." And the way he looked at her. Like she was his only reason for still existing. But she kept it to herself.

Lucien wasn't sure he was still breathing, gaping at her, while open-mouthed. For how long had she held that frustration inside of her?

But Elain was not done yet.

“And… And that stupid, stupid heart of yours." she was a few inches away from him, her index finger poking him in the chest repeatedly, right where his heart was, which was beating faster and faster. "Always ringing in my ears. Always." Elain was rubbing her temples, as if his heartbeat was giving her a headache.

"Do you know that our hearts beat together when we're in the same room?" she asked, saying it as if it was a nuisance, even if her voice was more gentle now. He didn't know. And it wrecked him. Something in him shattered at the idea that this was affecting her as much as it affected him.

But something else made his heart dance in excitement, knowing that right in this very moment their hearts were singing the same melody.

"I've had enough..." was the last thing she said, her panting the only sound left around them.

Lucien tried, really tried to hide his amused expression, pursing his lips together, afraid it will infuriate her more. Because she was so close to him, and he wanted to enjoy the small distance between them, knowing it won't last long. So he looked at her, admiring those big doe eyes, their brown melting with rage. That disheveld silky hair, splattered all over her delicate face. He even cursed himself for not acting on his desire when she wiped a few strands of hair away from her forehead, looking tired after letting all that out. Whatever that was.

It was remarkable to him, how gentle she still looked.

But he just couldn't help himself, so he broke the silence between them.

"Well, I had no idea my striking looks gave you such a hard time, miss Archeron." he teased, then was imediately met with a smack on the chest, this time so hard he felt the need to rub the pain away. That constant gardening paid off, it seemed.

"I meant it." Elain pierced him with her burning gaze, an expression he never had the chance to see before. Livid, but alive. So full of life.

"I'm glad you did." he dared speak, this time in a more endearing way. But she still shot him a deadly glare to wipe that smirk away.

Only to dart her eyes away with a pained look, followed by a weary sigh and an almost teary gaze.

"Losing my human life, my fiance... It was too much and I had to blame someone for it. So I blamed you. For everything." tears filled her beautiful eyes and something like sorrow enfolded her expression. The female wiped her wet cheeks, biting her lips in order to hold in her cries. Her unspoken regrets. The way his pained eyes looked at her while she chose to ignore him, haunting her even in her sleep.

"I could've sworn you have bewitched me when I first saw you back then." When she was made, she wanted to say. "An aberration, I thought, to feel so strongly enticed by a stranger. So odd, that it felt fabricated, that thread between us." her voice was weaker, strained. Elain's hand rested on her chest, as if she could still feel it, tied to a rib.

It wasn't entirely shocking to Lucien that she might have thought the cauldron or even him had enchanted her in some way, with the knowledge she had about faes back then. And Gods, she was a stranger to him, too.

But he felt like a fool for hoping her feelings might change.

"You may think it's artificial, but it's real, Elain." his voice was a caress, so understanding and kind-hearted. The male took her hands in his, bending his knees to be on eye level with her.

"A blessing and such a rare gift for any fae. A connection between two souls, so strong, like no other." his gold and russet eyes lighten up so beautifully when speaking about the mating bond, Elain could not take hers away, awstrucked. His touch was so tender and that smile... She hadn't lied about it.

"Lucien, I..." but she didn't know what else to say, after spilling her heart out in such an embarrassing way. Her mind was almost empty and she felt the realization of what she vocalized in the last few minutes slowly hit, staining her cheeks.

"You kept me waiting for two whole years. Why?" he asked with tenderness in his tone, giving her a warm smile. They were so close, the tip of their noses were almost touching. Elain was looking at him rather puzzled, but also feeling guilty again. For choosing to ignore her problem, rather than face it. Even if she owed him nothing.

"Because it has always been your choice, dove. Always." he whispered, his hot breath warming her face. She frowned, wishing to say something, but Elain lost her words when he cupped her cheeks. Slowly. Carefully. His thumbs barely brushing her soft skin.

"Making me wait even longer, rejecting me or not, you have your hand on the wheel." his full lips kissed her forehead and her legs trembled, squeezing her eyes shut. "And whatever you choose to do, remember it is you who decides, not anyone or anything else." Another kiss, between her eyebrows. Then another, on the corner of her eye. She smiled. A soft kiss on the tip of her nose and Elain giggled, making Lucien adore her even more.

They stayed like this for a while, his hands resting on the base of her neck and his long fingers stroking the back of it, making her almost purr in response. But the light in her eyes dimmed, and a question was still weighing her heart.

"But how do I know? How do I know these are my feelings and that I'm not influenced?" she asked with a strained voice, still feeling tormented. But her eyes were pleading, begging him to help her understand. The mating bond and herself.

"Because, in case you forgot, there are mating bonds out there that have been rejected." he replied, his loving smile still on his lips. And Gods, how he wished he won't be a victim of such torture.

He slowly pulled her closer, one arm resting on her lower back, her body pressed against his, their hearts dancing on the same beat. And with the other, he brushed a few strands behind her ear, delighted at how soft her hair was.

And birds began to chirp again, while the sun made his entrance, blessing them with its light.

"I like to believe the mating bond amplifies what we already feel. What we'd normally feel if it didn't exist." softer were his words this time, quieter, aware of her incoming inner turmoil. He studied her, those nut-brown eyes widening, her cheeks veiled in the rich colour of peonies.

She was caught red-handed, it seemed, and it was rather comical. It made her almost laugh, embarrassing as it was. Because this day got even more humiliating for her.

Elain shook her head while facing the earth beneath their feet, a breathy laugh coming from her, so discreet.

"I suppose it's real then." she ventured to say, peeping through her eyelashes. A way for her to acknowledge the truth between them, that now glowing thread.

"Very." was all he said, holding his breath, more nervous than ever.

Then standing on her toes, her lips finally met his, unhurried, both smiling while savouring eachother, that burn in his chest melting away.

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[maaarshieee]

Hello. First of all I think your writing is amazing and it always makes my day better and i would really appreciate it if you wrote more about yoriichi. Anything you want is good. ♡

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➵ Hɪs Lᴏᴠᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ ☀ (Dʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ) Michikatsu ver.

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Yoriichi’s love and the way he loves you can be described in many different ways.

It’s no easy feat, for sure, to love a broken man like him. Patience is something you’ve never really had, but to love Yoriichi, you had to learn. To learn how to be patient, learn how to unravel his secrets buried deep within his heart, learn how to make him feel emotions that were long forgotten, and to learn, for yourself, what love truly feels like with Yoriichi.

—His love feels like a flowing, quiet stream. Oh so elegantly shimmering under the sun, the soothing sounds of water hitting stone after stone, and the strong, yet benign pressure of rushing water against your skin.

Yoriichi glows under the sun, and you can't stress this enough. It's like the sun, or the sun goddess herself, Amaterasu, favoured the young man. You've never been a sworn believer of religion, but seeing him standing where you can perfectly get a view of the sun setting and himself, made you wonder whether to start believing or not.

You've always been enraptured by the way the rays of the afternoon sun accentuated his dark maroon hair, all the way to the wavy, red tips; or how the light kissed Yoriichi's skin wherever it can reach; or how the way his smiles shine, shine brighter than the sun could never compete.

His silence was soothing. Relaxing. Comforting. His silence held emotions. Emotions that he couldn't express himself with, but you learnt how to read him. How to read his silence, how to feel his silence, and how to experience peace, and eventually, love, in silence. No words needed to be spoken between you, just silence that you've learnt to share. Silence, where instead both of you can drink in each other's presence.

His love for you can be compared to the never-ending drift of water. Like a stream, it continues its flow. There are times when his love overflows, the flux of water rushing down the stream with such vehemence. Passionate and intense. And there are times when his love is calm and steady. Comforting and soothing.

—His love was engulfed by a forest fire. It burned, turning the healthy trees into ashes, killing the beautiful flowers that flourished, and chasing off the animals that inhabited the once glorious forest.

It burned when his mother died. It burned when Uta died, along with his unborn child. It burned when his brother fled and turned into a demon. His love, thrashed and burnt, left remnants, ashes, of what was once held in his heart. His love.

Yoriichi tried to control the fire, and he succeeded, yet he was too late to save himself. His heart, his soul, it looked so barren. Devoid of colour, devoid of emotion. The lands were covered with ashes, unable to let anything grow in its polluted soil.

But you... You nurtured him. His barren lands were filled with filth and ashes. You cleansed it, you made sure the land was spotless. Not a single speck of ash, uncovering the good soil beneath it. And with that, the forest began to grow once more— albeit slowly. You'd always say is worth the wait, worth the patience, worth the effort. He's worth it, is what you're trying to say.

The forest healed. Trees were healthier than before and fruits that tasted so divine began to sprout here and there, spreading vibrancy of colours in the forest. Flowers bloomed everywhere, adorning every corner, every twist and turn, the aroma of all the flowers wafting into the air. It was beautiful. Stunning. It looked like a land of fantasy.

Because you took the time to care for it, for him. You spent days nursing the barren lands, his heart, his soul, back to its healthy state. To a state where he could breathe lighter, a state where he could feel.

A state where he could feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders a little.

All because you cared for him, loved him, and nourished him.

What was once engulfed in flames, left nothing but ashes, now healed back into something spectacular. Did you like that? I had got this idea when I remembered how forest fires can be beneficial if it's controlled.

And finally;

—His love feels like the sun, of course.

The warmth he radiates is something you're used to. The warmth he gives when pulls you in a tight, loving hug. The warmth he gives with each kiss he plants all over your body. The warmth he gives by simply being with you, and the warmth his love gives.

It's something you've grown accustomed to. It's the same warmth that gave you a sense of security, comfort, love, reassurance and peace. He's the sun by your side, the first thing and last thing you see every day, like the sunrises and sunsets.

His warmth spread all over his body. Lips, hands, neck, and arms. It's soothing, an indicator that he's here. By your side, alive and breathing. Happy. Happy with you. Happy to be with you. Each touch reminds you of his love, all from his warmth.

Yoriichi was the light that lit up your life. You bask in his light, love, and warmth. You bask in his kindness, silence, patience and devotion. You start and end your days with him. He's your sun that rises, your sun that sets.

The hearth of your home. The burning fire of your torch. The warmth in your heart.

The sun, ever so loyal to you, his world.

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✦ You know what anon? My headache is killing me, and my requests are closed rn, I’m like 70% sure this isn’t a request but I just had a spark of energy (despite my headache) so I’mma write something short-ish and easy~ But this doesn’t mean complimenting me and shit would make me wanna do your request first or something! (This isn’t directed to you, anon.) Anyways, thank you so much anon~ I’m really happy to hear that! I think my writing are just silly little things, I never expected a lot of people would like them ahah,, thank you for reading my stuff~! I hope you don’t mind something short, anon!

Tags: @l0k1luvr (Mutuals! If there are any characters you like to read stuff of, you can ask me to tag you, like how im tagging my bestie, who’s a Yoriichi simp.)

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