At this point, the argument that Lucien couldn't possibly come into his inheritance without inevitably replacing Helion or cutting his life tragically short is so obsolete and feeble.
Countless times, we've been proven that sons and blood relatives of High Lords are granted authority over smaller territories in their native courts.
In ACOWAR, Chapter 11, Lucien explains to Feyre how Beron had shoved his sons out the door to rule over some territory within the Autumn Court lands, whilst Lucien was allowed to study longer and train longer.
In ACOMAF, we learn that Varian is Prince of Adriata and Captain of the High Lord's Guard, while Cresseida, his sister, is Princess of Adriata.
As Tarquin's cousins, they, too, were saddled with their own duties as well as their own degrees of rulership (which are subordinated to Tarquin's supreme rulership).
When Cresseida's sacrifices are called into question, she's said to have made many "on behalf of her people". (Chapter 32, ACOMAF)
As you can see, no member of the royal family is pushed to the side and excluded from ruling (one way or another). And many other mentions of Tarquin's blood relatives are notable in this case:
Brutius, Tarquin's cousin and lording, who ruled over one of the four main cities in the Summer Court, died in ACOTAR after Rhys turned his mind into a puddle.
Nostrus, Tarquin's cousin and immediate predecessor, was killed by Amarantha.
Now, repeat after me.
Lucien can be united with his true father and claim his birth right without drawing Helion's death closer and without overthrowing his father's rule.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
( ´ ˘ `)/♡
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Kyojurou x Librarian!Reader Lemon P.2
My apologies, this week was a whole rollercoaster! I had to turn in assignments last minute, including even more essays, and then remember that I have this to complete. It's been marinating for a whole week in my drafts. And then I had to take a bunch of painkillers because of a cold. I thought it was gonna be a good idea to get in a pool, dumb me, and here I am. enjoy!
Tags and warnings: Public sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism, masturbation, nipple play, penetration, slight dirty talk, clothed sex, unprotected sex.
Image credits to 樟田屋シエ📷 on Twitter.
Word count: 914.
After multiple phone calls, supposed dates, and visits, it’s safe to say--it's official.
Kyojurou was surprisingly quite the blithely man, and the second he had proposed the idea of dating, he was a bashful mess. Of course, he had thought it would be an easy task, due to his comrades contradicting each other often. Tengen constantly tells the tale of how he had begun to date several women to Kanao, needless to say, this didn’t bring a splendid reaction from Shinobu.
During the first few months, he had invited you to stay at his home if needed. This delighted you, for it was one of joy with his younger brother. He helped you out with chores, or maybe even accomplished them himself. Your job as an assistant librarian also seemed to entertain the young man, and eventually, he asked for books.
Senjuro was now like his brother, his nose in a book all day, up to the point where his father tells him to hurry and help around the house. Though, if you were talking about Shinjuro, he would be sitting down in a chair all day for some reason.
You thought it might have been a condition, having him bedridden, so various ideas popped up to help him. Liquids and rest seemed to be the things that he needed most, so why not take care of your father-in-law? Make some friendships while you're at it.
He was also surprisingly diverting, ok, he was a tad foul, but he did show signs of gratitude. He smiled if you did something unexpected, or gave him a nice place to sleep. Shinjuro could now be confident to say you were the best, and only, future daughter-in-law he had found delight in.
Now, Kyojurou, out of all the tongue twisters of names, was the easiest to pronounce. The worst was the places that were placed in fantasy settings, however. Oh, he was a fine guy, sometimes pestering you, but it was nothing to be worried about.
Although, this simply was something to be worried about. How you had gone astray from your workstation, and have instead hidden within the library shelves. The book you had once held was now slipping between your fingers, lips pressed against your lovers dotingly.
His broad chest placed directly onto yours as you leaned backward, back lightly brushing against the bookshelves. Kyojurou’s palms nudged and grazed against the spots that pleased you most. Your eyes dilated at this action, clearly, he understood you were working right? This was a library, with children, he surely wasn’t thinking of doing that.
“Mhmm, kyo, move. I need to work.”
You said, though--he merely hummed at your request. You flinched at the times his fingers brushed against the lining of your panties, cool air caressing the bare skin of your lifted skirt. His palms steadily kneading the pliant, clothed, flesh of your breast, to which you roughly mewled, the chattering of people surrounding you. Oh, how you imagined one would see the obscenities you were performing, moaning and whimpering upon the touch of a man.
One of tall stature, his charismatic appearance refuting the actions he committed. His lips continue to press against yours, a single string of saliva connecting you both. Your rosy complexion encouraged him to carry on, his fingers now fumbling with the hem of your panties. Anticipation eventually getting the better of you.
“I need to feel you, come on kyo. Undress me.”
You incited, nipping at the soft cartilage of his ear. Your palm soonly traveled to your cunt, lifting your skirt and removing the obstruction to your slit. Digits covered in arousal. Thus tempting him to lose self-control, one to which has bothered you greatly.
“Ah, so you were feigning to be innocent after all? Go on, you could do it, touch yourself.”
Heat rose to your face, tinted the lightest shade of pink, he really was a dirty talker after all. And so began your quivering hands to unbutton your shirt, the cardigan you wore slipping onto the marble flooring, joining the already thrown book.
He mentally groaned at the sight of your bare breasts, how you unclasped your bra swiftly and fondled--flicked, with the buds. You bit down your bottom lip, clamping your thighs as your palm began to wander downward, gently stroking the bundle of nerves. Slick trickling down your thighs.
Kyojurou had begun to do the same, the sharp hiss of unzipping began to fill the still air. Just the thought of him fucking you raw brought a thrill like no other, painting your insides with his seed.
The man had then grasped onto your hips, decorating your neck with loving butterfly kisses. His lips slowly discovering your frame, oh, how this amused you.
His cock steadily rubbed against your slick folds, eventually sliding into your entrance, biting onto the soft flesh of your shoulder earnestly, the subtle aroma of metal filling his nostrils.
“Y-you, you really like this huh? So excited. P-pervert."
You grunted, clawing at his back. Your fingernails digging into the skin at how he stretched your tight cunt. Velvety walls clamping onto his length, fluttering at the times his head kissed your cervix.
“It seems your own words are betraying you dear, nghnn, so hot, so tight.”
Drool collected at the corner of your lips as the pressure of his cock caused white spots to blur your vision. His every nerve rubbing against your walls, the girth he possessed threatening to rip you in two.
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