#corinthienne

@dreamlingforukraine commission of cori and lucienne for my beloved @honeyteacakes

So this was one of the WIPs that I literally only had Vibes and no actually story written for, but I spent some time writing some ANGST just for you 🥰🥰

Well then, Lucienne thinks as she coughs up another glob of blood. This is it. This is how I die. It wasn’t a bad death, all things considered. Painful, certainly, but Lucienne had never operated under any illusions that she would be the type to pass peacefully in her sleep.  No, she was always meant for this type of death. This noble, altruistic, self-sacrifice that bards always sang about in the poems and stories.  Lucienne may not get a grand poem in her honor though. She was a witch, after all. A mad witch, some would say. A dangerous sorcerer to others.  To him, though, she was just Loosh.  Corinthian.  She hopes he made it out without getting burned alive.

Hello hello! It's no secret that I love this (rare)pair and what's best to celebrate @mr-sadman Dreaming Librarian Day than to share my (smol) list of what I've posted featuring those two lovebirds, including our beloved Librarian!

AO3 Collection

Sweet, mourning lamb / There's nothing you can do

4.7k words ; Mature ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Emotional angst, Implied/Referenced sex, Canon compliant

Lucienne is entrusted with the, now unmade, Corinthian's skull. The object brings back memories she had wished she could forget to the forefront of her mind.

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Loneliness of the past is long time gone

606 words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Implied sexual content, Angst and feels

The Corinthian reveals a surprising thing, Lucienne does not know what to think. -- For the angst prompt : "you're the first friend I've ever had"

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You're the gasoline and I'm the lighter

4.1k words ; Mature ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Dragon AU, Ennemies to lovers, Emotional manipulation, Dubious consent (fantasy), Mild gore, Blood and violence

When Dream tasks Lucienne with chasing an intruding dragon from their shared territory, who would she be to refuse? The other dragon, though, presents himself to be much more trouble than Lucienne had thought he'd be. What is this Corinthian hiding? Will she be able to reason with him?

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Come with me

1k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; for A Corinthian Celebration day 1 - Corrupted ; Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Lucienne is a patient being. But what happens when something makes her resolve crumble?

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But when I wake up, I see / You with me

752 words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; for A Corinthian Celebration day 2 - Vampire & Werewolves ; Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

It's yet another full moon that Lucienne spends with the Corinthian. His shenanigans never change.

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Every bed is queen sized when your girl is in it

2.7k words ; Explicit ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; for A Corinthian Celebration day 3 - There was only one bed ; Modern Human AU, Light angst, Shower Sex, Mutual Pining

Either the universe is conspiring against them or they are just very unlucky. The Corinthian and Lucienne must attend a work conference under their boss' orders and are forced to share a room and a bed for five nights. Will they manage to get through the experience unscathed?

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I've been a really good dog, can I come inside? 

7.3k words ; Mature ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; for All Hallows Sadman - Monster ; Werewolf & Vampire AU, Werewolf mates, Misunderstandings, Brief xenophobia/Speciesm, Angst with a happy ending

When Lucienne first met the Corinthian, she didn't like the werewolf. He was cocky, arrogant and violent, everythingthat she hated. But then, they got assigned to a mission together by their leaders and their relationship seemed to be taking a turn. What should Lucienne make or think of it?

pairing: the Corinthian x Lucienne

prompt: the idea of worthiness

for the flowers prompt exchange with @windsweptinred and @rriavian :) thank you for these beautiful ideas you have given me! <3

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A slap echoing in empty space.

Hand on a wound.

Drop of blood.

- Are you satisfied now, Lucienne? - the Corinthian asked, but there was something other than his usual provocative tone, and as absurd as it sounded, she could tell that he seemed happy

- it took forever but you finally did it -.

Lucienne was puzzled, looking at him as if he were an irredeemable madman

- Do what? - she hissed - hit you? -

- No, touch me –.

The answer seemed so absurd, so out of place, and for a moment she really hated him. Lucienne looked away to hide her anger, her indignation at being treated like that by someone like him. And she wanted to hide something else too, something shapeless that had been hurt a long time ago, and which she had meticulously hidden in the dark places of her heart.

The Corinthian kept looking, a strange expression on his face.

- You know, I will never be able to understand the reason for all your devotion -.

Lucienne slowly raised her head, ready this time not to be provoked.

- It's not just devotion, Corinthian -

- What, then? Love? -

- Are you worthy of love to be able to speak of it? - she asked, more cruelly than would have liked, and this time the Corinthian was almost caught off guard. He seemed tempted to answer, a real one. But then he shook his head, almost bitterly.

- I don't think it's in my nature to be worthy of it -.

She suddenly felt tired, overcome by an incomprehensible melancholy. Her eyes returned to the open wound (useless form of exhibitionism, thin red crack on his skin as white as a rose). And she felt a completely irrational, inappropriate desire: to place her finger on those lips and cleanse that wound, erase it as if it had been a misspelled word.

He waited as if he felt the same desire. She placed her thumb on that still open cut, lingering, and then ran her finger along the line of his lips, taking that drop of blood with her, erasing that signature she had allowed herself to place on a work that was for someone else.

No trace was left of the cut.

- I think you may be -

- I may be what, Lucienne? -

but talking was so pointless (specially with a nightmare, who did what he wanted with words). For the first time, after all those years, she smiled at him, and in that suspended moment of all their unspoken words he seemed wanting to take her hand, the same hand that now held the vague memory of his blood.

Hello anon! I’m so glad you asked this question, I love talking about my favorite rarepairs, especially Corinthienne 🥰🥰🥰

There’s quite a few things I like about these two together, first and foremost being the fact that they are both regarded as powerful residents of the Dreaming. Lucienne held the realm together while Dream was absent, and Corinthian is considered Morpheus's masterpiece and greatest creation. They both also seem quite familiar with Dream in a myriad of ways, so there's plenty of potential history that one could infer just by them working so closely with the Dream King.

Second off, there’s THIS SCENE:

Like, WHY DOES HE GET SO CLOSE TO HER LIKE THAT???? AND LUCIENNE DOESN'T EVEN FLINCH OR MOVE BACK??????? She meets his gaze head on where others would have cowered, and then HE'S the one who moves back first when he realizes she won't back down. There's history in that shared look, there's a bad breakup there, there's some sort of relationship that went sour ages and ages ago when the Corinthian decided he wanted to disobey Dream and leave for the Waking World. Maybe he asked Lucienne to run away with him, and she decided to stay. I want to know more about their history, how did they meet, where did it go wrong, were they friends, or just reluctant coworkers who became something more? Lucienne has made it pretty clear she doesn't really trust nightmares of the realm, but she treats the Corinthian with quite a bit of familiarity when he gets exploded back to the Dreaming.