MLQC Oneshots

Unworthy (Lucien)

spoilers for whenever you find out about Lucien's you know and onward

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Lucien lies awake. The bed is hardly big enough for the two of them, so he draws her close. With her head on his chest, in the dim silence of the early morning, he hears her soft breathing. In, out. In, out. How could someone so powerful be so harmless all at the same time?

His feeling conflicted with the MC. In the beginning, it was easy to get her to fall for him. All he had to do was follow in her game. MC celebrated life with the people she surrounded herself with, in only a matter of weeks would Lucien join that small group.

But, in a matter of months, his feelings would complicate. When he saw her in the mornings his heart would beat faster, when she took his hand, and he saw the bright smile covering her face, filled with excitement and joy, he would feel the same way.

He tightly shuts his eyes. His heart pounds louder in his ears. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't. It wasn't-

She shifts in bed. Lucien moves with her, careful and cautious as to not wake her. But, he sees her eyes flutter open.

'Lucien?'

'Go back to sleep,' he says gently. 'It's still early.'

In the morning, he would blame those thoughts on delirium. He could feel his head start to burn, his forehead drip with sweat. When she fell back asleep, he thought about leaving the room, as to not inconvenience her with his illness.

She hums in response, then draws even closer. With her head hovering over his own, she could feel the warmth radiate off his skin.

'Lucien, are you okay?'

'Don't worry about me.' he assures her, but MC wasn't believing any of it. Reaching out, he feels her hand rest on his forehead. Her touch is cool, but is gone in almost an instant.

'You're sick.'

In more ways than one. 'It'll be gone in the morning.'

'It's already morning.' Sitting upright, she stretches her arms back as her legs hang over the side of the bed. 'Stay here, alright? I'll get you some medicine.'

'That isn't necessary-'

'No objections!' He smiles under the press of her finger onto his lips and does as he's told. 'I'll be back.'

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In that time, Lucien must have fallen out of consciousness. He's awakened by her sifting weight at his bedside. Noticing his eyes slowly open, she smiles as she mixes a bowel in her hands.

'Feeling any better?'

'Why take care of me?' he asks back, completely ignoring the original question.

'Because I care.' she says simply. 'You take care of me when I'm sick, so I take care of you.'

He chuckles, but the back of his throat is dry and coarse, so it stings.

She speaks so easily. Her mask was tight over her face, and a good mask at that. To be someone who was charming, kind, caring...or perhaps he was looking far into it.

MC hands him a glass of water. 'Don't push yourself, okay? You'll stay here until you get better!'

'Of course.' he lifts the glass up to his lips. 'I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.'