#war daddy

Steps crunched on the grass behind us. Nesta whirled, but— Lucien. It was Lucien. Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. — Chapter 78, ACOWAR

According to @moonpatroclus, @cauldronblssd and myself, there is nothing more gentlemanly than being sweaty and covered in blood. For Day 1: Gentleman of @lucienweekofficial, we’d reached out to @/paolapieretti.art to capture exactly that — and oh did she DELIVER. See how his Illyrian leathers tear exactly right to offer us a tasteful peek at the VanTits? See the smear of blood near his fangs? Very demure, very oh-wow-our-legs-just-magically-opened.

A massive thank you to @/paolapieretti.art for doing such a wonderful job on this piece (do you SEE the Night Court insignia on his shoulder plates??) and for being an absolute joy to work with. We hope you love Lucien (or, as we’ve dubbed him in our group chat, War Daddy) as much as we do!

oh Don… oh my sweet Don…. the things you do to me…

It’s not even the fact that he’s stern, he just has that aura. years in the war dealing with stubborn ass insubordinates and having to be the one to show a brave face in front of his crew that he carries authority like it’s nothing.

Home, finally after that horrid environment of muddy base and men, he’s finally home and he can’t drop old habits. The hazy sunset casting pretty colors into the shared bedroom, large hand roughened by handling weapons and the blood of allies, splayed across your sternum holding you down against the bed.

fingers splitting you open, disappearing inside that makes your mind dizzy hands grabbing at his thick wrists before he sneers, “stop fuckin’ trying to push me away” a demanding growl, like when he dared the younger men to keep pushing their luck on base

Daddy update from the man himself. Two in two days. A girl could get used to this.

A FUCKIN K FUCKIN A GODDAMN I wanna swallow him UP.