Visions - An Elucien One-Shot
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Having Lucien as a dinner guest to the river house is no issue- really. All Elain has to do is be is be civil yet respectfully distant and know when not to look his way. This time would be no different, right?
She has but a split second to respond. A flash of embered, red hair and then he is on her. Woody, warm and rich scents envelope her as his form is pressed flush against her, backing her into the lid of the pianoforte. Her delicate lips part in surprise and before any words have time to form, he is kissing her, feverishly and without restraint. A groan hums against her mouth, his fingers trailing the soft curves of her side through the satin silk of her evening gown and...
Elain slams the hilt of her fork into the table drawing the attention of the river house guests. Half a dozen eyes spin to her, shock patterned in them. Among them, one of russet and one of metal watches her, wide and confused.
"Pardon me..." She stumbles out. "A bug."
Thankfully, with little fuss, the dinner party goes back to their conversation, discussing the results of the Illyrians last infamous snowball fight.
"It was fixed!" Cassian roars out in protest, obviously dissatisfied with the outcome.
The details of their chat become quickly lost to the female, her attention drawn to a more pressing issue at hand. What in the mother's name was that vision?! Lucien... Lucien and her...against the piano? She delicately picks at her food with her fork, turning over the embarrassing details in her mind and trying to still the thundering drum of her heart.
Perhaps it had been because of his presence? It was true that having him around the house, and sometimes in the city in general, heightened her senses. Her vision was brighter, sounds louder, pulse just that bit quicker. She was reluctant to admit it but things were different in his company: it was undeniable. Maybe it was an inevitable consequence then? A bodily reaction to the bond? Some sort of natural science?
She could see him still. In the corner of her vision that blaring stroke of red hair tempting her attention, calling her to indulge and draw closer to him. Her lips draw taut into a line as she reaches for a sip of wine. If there was one thing she had learnt over the previous few years, it was to be respectfuly distant from the male. She could be civil when needed and excuse herself when necessary. The alternative...
With daring intrigue, Elain shifts her gaze to face him directly. As soon as she does it, she knows it is a mistake. He's staring straight at her. That piercing eye shooting a bolt right through her and leaving her laid bare and exposed. Somehow, she feels as if he's reading her very thoughts, hearing all the secret confusions she holds towards him. His lips part softly, as if he wants to speak to her from his place across the table.
Lips. Warm, rounded lips press to the column of her throat spreading heat down her neck. She can feel them curl upwards against her skin.
"You couldn't wait?" The hot air from his mouth slithers around the shell of her ear, sending a chill down her spine. Desperately, she arches her back into his palm, needing to be that tiny bit closer.
Elain gasps, audibly and with great shock. This time, when eyes turn to her, concern is riddled through them all. All except one pair. Luciens gaze holds firm, slightly narrowed like he's trying to piece together the scene before him. Abruptly, the female stands, shaking her dinner plate as she brushes against it.
"The stove! I think I left it on. Excuse me."
With haste, she flees the dining room scene before anyone can question her rash reaction. She doesn't dare catch the eyes of her sisters who would be sure to press her further on the matter.
Before her, the stove is off. She had known the fact before coming face to face with it. Still, she takes a moment, gripping the kitchen worktop firmly as she filters through her thoughts. It had never been like this before. Sure, she had had visions and yes, she had been physically affected by his presence, but this? Never.
Then what had changed? What was different? Lucien had been paying more visits than usual. Perhaps his continued presence was having an effect. Maybe she should have a quiet word with Feyre about warning her of his plans. But did she really want that? Her and Luciens relationship had always been... strained, difficult. In the past, it had been a point of great conflict for her but now that some years had past...
The female shakes her head rapidly, clearing the idea from her mind. What is she thinking?! This is clearly some projection from the bond and has nothing to do with her own desires. Lucien is an attractive male, of course, but that is as far as her sentiment towards him goes. Right?
Someone behind her clears his throat. She doesn't need to turn to see who is in the kitchen alone with her. Great. Mustering up as much strength as she can, Elain turns back from the stove, standing face to face with the very male flicking through her mind. The smile on her face is pulled almost unaturally as she speaks.
"Can I help you?"
Despite her attempt at a facade, she cannot help the way her heart leaps when she finally sees the expression upon Luciens face. Eyes dark, cheeks red, lips apart ever so slightly, he looks almost predatory in his gaze. No words come to the female as she watches him make his way towards her, gradually and with slow intent. She keenly sees him flick out his tongue to wet his bottom lip and the moan that falls from her throat startles her.
Within a few seconds he is before her, close enough that the rapid rise and fall of their chests almost cause them to touch and she swears she can taste the warmth of his breath upon her. Lucien says nothing, only lifting a hand to rest on her blush flustered cheek. His palm is hot and she resists the urge to melt into him. In his eye, a persistent flame seems to burn as he reaches his thumb across to brush against the plumpness of her bottom lip. The tip of it dares to push in, meeting her tongue.
"Lucien..." Elain mumbles. "What are you doing..."
It's a pathetic attempt at a distraction and he knows it. With a feline smirk he brings his face closer, nose touching her own as he shuts his eyes.
"Wake up Elain."
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With a fierce jolt, the vision ends, abruptly like a curtain being pulled across a screen. The female yelps, staggering against the weight of the counter behind her. Across the room, an equally startled Lucien takes a step forward, arm out-stretched as if to catch her. He clears his throat.
"Apologies lady, I only came to check you are well. That was quite a hasty exit."
There is a question in his voice and she nods in response, desperately trying to claw herself back into reality and find a reasoning for her behaviour.
"Thank you. If I'm honest I'm just a bit tired. Perhaps I should be retiring soon." Her words lack conviction but it's the best she can do as she shoots him an empathetic smile, the thundering of her heart unrelentlessly enveloping her.
With a slight warmth, he smiles.
"Very well." The male turns on his heel towards the direction of the dining room, where the bustling guests can be heard deep within their conversations. Before he steps, he pauses, throwing a look over his shoulder to her.
"Don't let me keep you awake."
The knowing smirk and sultry words are quickly gone as he disappears through the door and leaves a stunned Elain clutching the wooden counter, mouth agape.
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If I was to write a Merlin season 6/spin off, it'd look like this:
Firstly it's set now. Merlin has been moving around different places when he grows out of them (i.e. needs to move on because he's immortal) he's currently working in a library and that's where he meets 'Arthur'. Oh he'd also have an Irish accent because one of the worst things BBC Merlin did was not allow Colin to keep his accent.
I picture him having a different name so when 'Arthur' catches him staring and Merlin introduces himself using his real name 'Arthur' is confused because that's not the name on his badge. Merlin says he feels like he knows 'Arthur' and it turns out to be a reincarnation type thing. Does that make sense ??? So it is Arthur, but he doesn't know it, cue Merlin having to draw the memories out of him.
I feel like a cute detail could be Arthur had a child who's flown the nest so there's loads of pictures of them together in his flat.
Other details, Merlin freaks out waking up for the first time in Arthur's bed.
They go skinning dipping in the lake of Avalon, because Merlin says its where he comes when he's overwhelmed, it's like his little spot. Arthur maybe remembers here ? Or at least feels something. Like a pull, something like that ??
The series would end with a pull back shot of some piece of art in a museum/gallery of merlin and Arthur (idk if one exists, there is surely some of king Arthur, but you get the gist) where we see merlin ans arthur holding hands stood in front of it.
There are so many song potentials, but I feel like ii hands ii heaven by Beyoncé playing in the background when they first remeet would be so perfect. Just catching the end of the song where 'I've been waiting my whole life, for you and I' is sung in stunning harmonies.
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