Elucien Musician AU: See now this one is right up my street. Because Lucien was born to be musical tbh. Okay, okay I can’t remember if I’ve posted about this before (I don’t remember) but @pterodactylichexameter and I turned this vague idea into a whole Thing a little while back. I will now share the vague idea with you. (This also kind of fits the elucien/modern AU ask I got too)
The three Archeron sisters are all involved in their local ballet production. Feyre does most of the set design and creation. Nesta and Elain are both dancers but Nesta is the only one of the two who is naturally suited to it. Elain tries, she really does, but there’s just something about Nesta that was made for this in a way that she wasn’t. But that doesn’t matter. She loves it a lot and she enjoys herself.
Lucien is an assistant, he mostly helps Feyre out backstage and just sort of generally floats around doing odd jobs here and there. However he spends a lot of time crushing on the very pretty dancer who almost always seems to have some kind of flowers included in her costume (Azriel is their costume expert and he always makes sure there’s a little personal touch in all the dancer’s costumes. Nesta has fire but Elain always has some kind of flower) Or insisting that he definitely does not have a crush on the very pretty dancer with flowers on her costume (he is fooling no-one. (except Elain who is too sweet/oblivious and this all goes entirely over her head (or at least she pretends it does anyway, she doesn’t want to embarrass Lucien)))
The real reason Lucien puts up with coming to all of the rehearsals even when there isn’t really that much for him to do except babysit Tamlin and make Feyre the odd cup of tea while she paints is discovered by Elain a few weeks into rehearsals. She, Nesta and Feyre have wandered all the way along to the bus stop before Elain realises that she’s forgotten her phone and her purse. Insisting that her sisters just get the bus and not walk all the way back to the theatre with her in the pouring rain, Elain runs back on her own.
Grateful for the shelter of the theatre she hurries around backstage before she finds what she’s looking for and is about to head off before she hears soft, familiar bars of one of her favourite pieces in the production being played. Curious, she follows the music and peeks out onto the stage, wondering why the aged old piano player who’s been doing this for years and knows every piece back to front, is bothering to stay so late.
She gets a shock then when she recognises the long red hair and pale, delicate, long fingered hands of Lucien moving over the piano tucked onto a corner of the stage instead. Transfixed she watches him, completely forgetting about going home, lost in the flowing lines of his body as he moves with the familiar rhythm of the piece, how his hands fly deftly across the keys, how beautiful he looks, how happy, an expression she knows she’s never truly seen on his face until now.
His eyes are closed, his back to her, so lost in the music that he hasn’t noticed he’s being watched by a doe-eyed young dancer who can’t take her eyes off of him. That is until Elain fumbles her phone trying to put it into her bag without looking away from Lucien and drops it on the floor instead with a very loud clatter. Lucien jumps like a cat that’s just been given a bad electric shock and Elain turns bright red and they both start babbling and apologising at the same time.
Lucien jumps away from the piano as though he’s only just remembered he’s violently allergic to it, now flushing a deeper crimson than his hair and muttering to her, asking her to please not tell anyone about this. Elain tentatively walks towards him and tells him slowly, hesitantly that she, she won’t, she won’t tell a soul…But only if he finishes that piece. Lucien blinks at her in surprise, raising an eyebrow and regaining a little of his composure now the shock has worn off a bit. Elain blushes again and tells him that it’s her favourite. Lucien hesitates and rubs the back of his neck saying that he doesn’t usually play in front of people, that’s one of the reasons he comes here and waits til everyone is gone and…But Elain is smiling at him so broadly and looking so eager and enthusiastic that he just…can’t say no to her. He pats the bench beside him and she happily hurries over and sits down beside him and watches him as he plays through the entire piece for her.
They’re very close and everything feels very warm and they’ve liked each other for so long and Elain is murmuring that that was so beautiful and she had no idea he could play like that. Lucien flushes again (there’s a lot of that going round) and mumbles that he usually keeps it quiet. He can’t practice anywhere else and no-one seems to mind him playing this one after rehearsals. Elain smirks and asks him if that means no-one’s noticed and Lucien grins a little bit and agrees that she’s quite right. Elain squeezes his hand and promises faithfully that she won’t share his secret with anyone else. Kissing happens this night.
After that Elain starts making a lot of excuses to stay behind at the theatre and listen to Lucien play. Initially he’s still a little uncomfortable and can only properly lose himself in it if she makes sure and hides backstage. But he gets more comfortable around her and he plays for her while she practices her dancing sometimes and other times he just plays for the look on her face when she listens to him, the way she smiles for him. It’s all very fluffy and sweet and precious and piano playing!Lucien is deeply Important to me. Now you all know.
((also yes, they definitely bang on the piano at least once))
I’ve been posting a lot of fics recently but I can’t help it, I feel so inspired right now lol. Anyway you guys were really sweet about the previous couple of fics so I thought why not write another and you wanted this one so here you go, I hope you like it! Enjoy! (My keep reading button is playing up atm so sorry if this is really long on your dash)
Her voice was the one thing in the damn ship that kept him sane, kept him on his game and keeping him from losing it whilst they floated in the ring. Day by day they’d adapted to living back in the ship, Echo was still wary of being there, still thinking space was some sort of sorcery but Emori was settling in like she belonged in space. Raven had been helping Bellamy as much as she could, she’d tried to help take the world off of his shoulders, to let him grieve for Clarke even though she may not be lost to them, her missing presence had taken a toll on him. Monty had been stuck in the generation room working on improving their living conditions, fixing the oxygen so it wasn’t filled with the dust that had been clogged in the ventilation system. Harper had been busy helping Murphy with the Algae farm, it was their only source of food and they had to make sure it survived even if it tasted like pee as Murphy claimed every time he had a piece.
Clarke would always radio at the exact same time during each day, he didn’t know how she could possibly know the time but he made sure he was alone when she radioed, closing his eyes as he heard her speak, relief hitting him every time thanking he was alive. That she never died. He missed her so much, her bright shining blue eyes, the blonde locks of her hair, the scent of the earth when he hugged her and just being able to hear her voice let him imagine her talking to him in person. It killed him not being able to tell her he was ok, that everyone was ok. That everyone was grateful to her, that they were happy she was alive. Nevertheless, Bellamy responded to her words, whether it was a simple smirk as she made a joke for his benefit or whether it was an actual response. He prayed she’d never give up on radioing him, never think he was dead because she was the light in his dim lit life and if her light flickered out, he was sure his own would.
“Madi and I went to the sea today,” Clarke’s gentle voice echoed through the radio, Bellamy knew all about the little night-blood that had stumbled upon Clarke, from the sounds of it the child was a mini Clarke. “And you’d never guess what I found…funny I was going to wait for a response, I don’t know why I still do that,” Clarke’s words broke his heart, he couldn’t imagine how abandoned she must feel. Clarke cleared her throat. “Anyway we found fish, only small but they’re returning Bellamy, the animals are somehow showing up again. Madi and I will be eating well tonight, finally something other than berries and nuts.”
Bellamy grinned, glad she was eating well once more, he knew the importance of the animals returning, it was their main source of food and the radiation had killed half of the animals population, then scaring the others off into hiding. Bellamy concentrated again as he heard Clarke sighed.
“Two more years to go, Bellamy, but god, I miss you so much already. Even your stupid jokes. I’d give anything to hear one now.”Clarke mumbled, he could imagine the sad on her face and his own came across his face.
“I miss you too, Princess.” He whispered to himself, hoping that Clarke could somehow telepathically receive his words, but he knew she’d never hear him. Raven knew about Bellamy and Clarke’s one way conversations, she’d done all that she could to get the communication system working, to help him be able to actually respond to Clarke. She’d done her best to pull out some of the communication wires from the rocket to connect to the ones in the ring but just as the computer in Alie’s lab had confirmed three years ago. The communication system was irreparable, it was fried.
“I’m counting down the days Bellamy, everyday until we meet again; and we will.” Clarke muttered, trying to assure herself. Bellamy wondered if Clarke realised she’d only ever referred to Bellamy, it was never to the others, not that she didn’t speak of the them, she just didn’t speak directly to them. It was always Bellamy.
“730 days until I see you.” Bellamy whispered, like Clarke, he’d been counting down the days, he’d taken the day off every year from his duties to celebrate Clarke’s birthday, something he’d done his best to celebrate with her on Earth but Clarke was presistant, she hated her birthday but Bellamy had always at least made her smile more than he usually would considering it was her birthday. Plus the ability to make Clarke Griffin smile, he’d never skip the opportunity. Clarke always spoke of how he’d always joke on her birthday, how much she missed it. She told him she missed him everyday, it was something she never forgot to say. And he never forgot to say it back.
Bellamy’s heart fell when Clarke told him Madi was waking up, that she had to leave. He wanted to tell her to wait, to talk a little longer, to keep him company to make him smile once more. But of course, he couldn’t. And he wouldn’t be able to for another two years. The line cut and all Bellamy could hear was the sound of the static signal and he took a moment before placing the radio in his hand down on it’s holder. He sucked in a breath and pushed himself to his feet. That was the worst part of his day, going back to his cycle, working until it was time to sleep acting as though Clarke hadn’t just been talking to him. He wanted to smile, he wanted tell the others about Clarke’s day when the asked but it just felt like someone was taking his ability to talk about her, his eyes watering at the mention of her. But the thought of her was what kept him strong. Because he used his mind instead of his heart now. He did what she wanted. And in order to use his head he left his heart down on the ground with her and he felt it swell every time she radioed and that way he knew his heart was still beating. That fact was what kept him moving everyday, fighting to survive until the day the return to the ground. Until the day where she was back in his arms.
achilles is the sort of guy who obviously loves hot days because he can play footy and wear tight shirts and bask in the sun but he also really loves cold rainy days because then he can wear scarves and bully patroclus into wearing a matching one and he’ll use it as a leash to drag patroclus in for a kiss and to rub their noses together but patroclus never wears gloves because it makes it harder to draw so achilles has an excuse to warm up patroclus’ hands and blow on it and lavish it with butterfly kisses and patroclus rolls his eyes and complains ‘how can i draw if you’ve got my hands hostage? what’s the point of not wearing gloves in the first place?’ but he’s smiling with the corners of his eyes all wrinkled up in that way when he’s feeling terribly fond of his ridiculous boyfriend and achilles playfully bites on patroclus’ knuckle and says 'let’s go get a cuppa’ and they squeeze under one umbrella and live happily ever after
“If Steven Gerrard is the heart, Alonso is the brain.”-Tony Barrett
I’ve been thinking a lot about Stevie and Xabi and how to explain my feelings in regards to them. It’s been over 5 years since they’ve played together (not counting the charity match) and yet they are still talking about each other and breaking my heart in the process. I guess it’s not easy to get over someone who “knew exactly where I was” during games and who’s departure left you “devastated”. I’m never going to get over the way they smile and sway when they hear each other’s names during interviews, nor the fact Xabi still calls Stevie his captain after all these years. They are simply the greatest football otp and I look forward to the day they are side by side again.