A/N: So this is a mixture of drabble I was already writing and a prompt request.

Original Summary: Davina finds out Freya and Lucien have never had a first date and takes matters into her own hand

+ this Prompt: Frucien would be perf. Drabble of their first date. Freya doesn't expect to have so much fun. She makes the first move and they kiss at the end. (AU Lucien didn't betray anyone)

Love was a beautiful thing.

In the eyes of Davina Claire, love was about as essential as the air in which people needed to breathe.

Being in love made her more enthusiastic to see others around her experience the same level of happiness she enjoyed on a daily basis.

Despite being substantially shocked, along with everyone else upon learning about Lucien and Freya's relationship, Davina was extremely pleased the two had managed to find each other. The world was a cruel place, that was something she'd found out at a very young age. So if you were lucky enough to find someone that loved you, it wasn't something to take for granted and you should hold on to that person for dear life.

Losing Kol the first time had taught her that.

Freya was one of her more preferred Mikaelsons. She had a considerably calmer energy than her siblings and being a fellow witch, Davina always felt akin to her.

Now that the Mikaelsons had welcomed her into their family home (which felt a little bit like taking shelter in a lion's den if she was honest).Freya had made the most effort to be accommodating toward her. Probably because she herself understood the feeling of being an outsider.

So Davina had come to see her as something of an ally and when Kol wasn't around, she would often seek out Freya in order to talk or practice magic together.

Today was one of those days. Kol was out in some kind of business with his brother and Josh had said he was busy when she texted him earlier on, So that morning, she was pretty much left to her own devices.

Climbing up the stairs in the Mikaelson mansion, Davina decided that she'd pay Freya a visit.

When she reached Freya's bedroom door, she knocked lightly before a light feminine voice said,

"Come in,"

"Hey, it's me," Davina said, peering around the door.

"Davina, come in," Freya beamed. "I figured it was you. You're one of the few people in this house that still bothers to knock."

Davina smiled and sat in one of the chairs near the window.

"So what are you doing?"

"Working on a spell. It's an old one that my Aunt Dahlia created. It helps whoever uses it to transfer and channel magic safely without themselves or the other person becoming overwhelmed,"

"That's pretty cool," Davina mused. "Do you need any help?"

"The spell is not yet complete but if I need anything I'll let you know."

Davina nodded and stood to peer out of the window. It was a sunny day in the quarter and briefly, she remembered the days when she'd had to experience a day like this confined in a room by herself.

Things had certainly changed.

"Hey Davina, do you think you could pass me those scrolls on the table, please?" Freya asked, breaking Davina's train of thought.

"Uh sure," Davina strolled over to where she was pointing. As she got to the table, her eyes found the scrolls. However on top of them was a single rose with a note attached to it.

To My Dearest Freya,

"Did you find them?" Freya asked without looking up from what she was doing.

"What's this?" Davina asked, a kittenish smile playing on her lips as she held up the rose.

She grinned even wider as Freya's cheeks coloured, betraying her immediately.

"Oh, uh, Lucien can be a little... sentimental at times," She smiled shyly, the blush still staining her cheeks.

"That is so cute," Davina said, lifting the flower to her nose to smell it.

"Yes, I suppose it was very thoughtful of him."

"Is he always this romantic with you?" Davina asked, sitting back down in the chair and looking expectantly at Freya.

"He's...Um, well-" Freya started, still slightly embarrassed.

"What was your first date like? I bet it was really special," Davina cajoled.

"Well," Freya said, standing to her feet. "I hate to break this to you but we haven't exactly been on a first date yet."

Davina's jaw dropped.

"You are kidding right?" Davina gasped.

Freya shook her head.

"That's insane. You've been dating how long and not one single date?"

Freya only gave her an apologetic look and shrugged.

"You know how it is. There's always some kind of drama concerning my family and Lucien's pretty busy too," she explained.

"Not that I've seen," Davina snorted.

Lucien was a wealthy, easy-going, vampire. What the hell could he possibly be so busy with?

Freya laughed at that.

"He has his various pursuits," She explained. "And besides, I'm still hunting around for a way to undo that tricky little spell you cast on my brother."

At the mention of the body lock spell she cast on Finn, Davina had the decency to look ashamed of herself.

"Still, it seems a little off that Lucien hasn't even tried to offer," she countered, trying to change the subject.

Freya smiled indulgently at Davina.

"When you get older, you'll realise that romantic dates and pretty flowers aren't the be all and end all of life. Sometimes you just have to be happy with the little things."

"I can't accept that," Davina declared, crossing her arms.

Freya looked up from what she was doing and frowned up at her in confusion.

"I don't care what other drama is going on. If two people are in love there should always be time for all that stuff. Love is magic, it's a little burning fire in your stomach and in order to keep it alive you have to spend time with each other doing all that silly romantic stuff that doesn't seem all that important... You deserve romance, Freya."

Freya sat silently, processing what Davina had said.

Without waiting for her response, Davina got up abruptly from her chair and headed toward the door.

"I have to go," she said, reaching for the door handle. "Good luck with the spell- Both of them, I mean," she added, flashing Freya a sheepish look before disappearing from the room.

Freya, still mulling over Davina's speech, was abruptly jolted from her thoughts by the sound of the door shutting.

Regaining composure, she quickly shook herself and continued with her work.

Lucien's penthouse was a big grandiose thing on the other side of town. As she rode the elevator, Davina noted the expensive looking art plastered on the walls.

Who decorated an elevator?

She thought about having the power to get whatever you wanted in the blink of an eye.

Literally.

But all the powers in the world including compulsion, couldn't convince her to give up her magic.

The elevator dinged, signifying she had reached her floor. She walked out and took a deep breath before lifting her hand to knock on the door.

Quickly she recounted a spell in her head, just in case of anything.

She was still dealing with a vampire after all.

Suddenly the door swung open.

"Davina, what a delightfully unexpected surprise," Lucien said, flashing her a smile with entirely too many teeth.

"Lucien," Davina said, raising her chin to look him in the eyes, shaking off her initial shock.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"We need to talk," she stated bluntly, pushing past him and walking into the apartment.

"Please, do come in," he murmured sardonically.

He shut the door behind him and strolled toward a table where a tumbler of bourbon sat next to some glasses.

"Can I offer you a drink? I assume you are legal, yes?" he smirked, holding up a glass.

"No thank you," Davina replied. She had never liked the taste of alcohol.

"It's a little early in the day, isn't it?" she remarked as Lucien emptied his glass.

"Well, it's 5 o'clock somewhere," he drawled. "But can I assume you didn't come all the way over here to criticise my drinking habits?" he probed.

Davina nodded.

"I'm here to talk about Freya," she stated.

At the mention of Freya, the amused expression fell from Lucien's face and he looked slightly panicked.

"Why is something the matter?" he asked, setting down his glass.

"No, nothing's wrong," Davina reassured him.

Lucien's posture relaxed considerably and he sat himself down in one of the armchairs nearby hers.

"Then colour me confused, dear Davina. What exactly is this about?" Lucien queried, leaning back in the chair and crossing one leg over the other.

"Freya's my friend and, you know, women talk," Davina began.

"I'm not sure I like where this conversation is going," Lucien said, shifting slightly.

"You're a vampire, you're obviously pretty rich and successful, you can compel just about anything you want-"

"Davina, you flatter me, do continue," he grinned.

"-And yet you haven't managed to take your girlfriend out on a first date yet," Davina finished, folding her arms and looking at Lucien expectantly.

He paused for a minute, momentarily lost for words.

"So let me get this straight. Freya's disgruntled with our romantic life and she told you and sent you over here to slap me on the wrist," Lucien said.

"Well... not exactly. I mean-" she stuttered.

"Does Freya even know you're here, Davina?"

He took Davina's silence as an answer and nodded, getting up from his chair.

"Well, if you must know, I have made several attempts to take the young lady out for a romantic evening. However, my paramour has proven especially elusive whenever I require an audience with her."

He went back over to the table and poured himself another drink.

"If it isn't one thing it's another," he sighed. "One of the Mikaelsons is either cursed or possessed or hexed... and I have you to thank for that last one, I understand," Lucien said, giving her a pointed nod.

Davina's cheeks flushed red. That spell was looking more and more like a bad idea, in retrospect.

"So what you're saying is you guys haven't been on a date because Freya's... avoiding it?"

Lucien shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

Davina sat thoughtfully for a moment.

"Well, if she won't come willingly we're just going to have to make Freya see what a good time she could be having," Davina said decisively.

"I do hope you're not suggesting kidnapping my girlfriend," Lucien asked, wearily.

"No, that'll never work," Davina murmured.

Lucien gave her a look and sat back down.

"I have a plan," Davina said. "But you're going to have to trust me."

"And why exactly would I go along with whatever hairbrained scheme you've managed to cook up?" he asked sceptically.

"Because you want quality time with Freya, right?" she asked.

"Yes, but what do you want? What exactly are you getting out of this?" he asked suspiciously.

"Despite what you think, not everyone does something nice because they want something," Davina replied.

"In my experience that is the opposite of the truth," Lucien said dryly.

"Well then you should really get some better friends then," Davina pointed out.

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to regret this aren't?" he sighed.

Davina just grinned at him.

"How much farther, Davina?" Freya asked, slightly out of breath.

"Just a little bit on from here," Davina insisted.

"I just don't understand how this could've happened," Freya said, worry evident in her tone. "You destroyed the ancestral portal, I don't understand how you could've heard any voices. The witches in there were destroyed."

"I don't know how it's possible, but I know what heard," Davina said, feigning urgency.

"It's just over here."

They came to a halt and Freya frowned in confusion. The area was decorated with lights and she could hear music in the distance.

"Davina, what is this?" Freya asked, confused.

"Apologies, love, but tricking you was the only way to get you here," Lucien said, emerging from where he was hiding.

He was dressed in a suit and held a bunch of white lilies in his hand.

Freya's favourite.

"Lucien!?" she exclaimed. "What is going on here?"

"Tonight's your night, Cinderella," Davina beamed.

"Indeed," Lucien agreed, nodding. "You shall go to the ball," he quipped. sharing a conspiratorial smile with Davina.

Freya let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose, obviously trying to muster some patience.

"Alright, one of you had better start explaining what is going on right now or so help me-"

"Relax!" Davina urged. "You're getting a night off, that's all; you and Lucien are getting some alone time," she explained.

"So you mean to tell me, the two of you lured me here, under false pretences; pretending that the witches who tortured you and possessed my brother had magically risen from the dead; all so you could bring me here... For a date?" she said incredulously.

"Well, when you put it like that-" Lucien conceded.

"-Look Freya, I'm sorry we lied. But Lucien's right, it was the only way to get you here," She stopped Freya before she could protest. "I promise, everyone is fine. Last I heard Klaus went out to drink with Marcel, Elijah's in his study, Rebekah's upstairs, and Finn's downstairs reading. Kol literally just texted me; he's fine. So please, just enjoy yourself. Your siblings will survive without you for one night?" Davina pleaded.

"What do you say, love?" Lucien asked, tilting his head encouragingly.

Freya looked at them and let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm hardly dressed for the occasion," she pointed out.

"That won't be a problem," Davina said, beaming confidently at her.

"Ludo mentis habitu."

Davina murmured and in an instant, Freya was clad in a silk light blue evening gown, silver heels and a small silver hair accessory to match.

"Stunning," Lucien murmured in admiration.

Freya blushed and turned toward Davina.

"You really didn't have to do all this."

"You deserve it," Davina insisted. "Enjoy yourself," she smiled.

Lucien gave her an appreciative nod as she left.

"Shall we?" he asked, extending the bow of his arm.

Freya smiled and slipped hers around his and allowed him to lead her forward.

As they drew nearer, Freya gasped in surprise at what she saw.

Davina had led them into a very remote area of the Quarter. There, set up in front of them was a beautifully laid table. The lights that were hanging from the trees were hardly necessary considering how brightly the stars shone above them.

Standing near the table were two violinists playing a melody.

"Lucien, you shouldn't have," Freya said breathlessly.

He only smiled at her and led her toward the table.

"Have a seat, m'lady," he said, pulling out a chair.

"Thank you," she murmured.

He seated himself opposite her and smiled affectionately.

"Lucien, you're staring," she pointed out.

"I can't help myself," he grinned, making her blush. "You do look magnificent, that dress brings out your eyes."

"Well, I suppose I have Davina to thank for that," she replied, blushing slightly. "Goodness knows how she managed to sneak into my wardrobe and pull out this old thing," she mused.

"She's a wily one, that Davina Claire," Lucien smirked. "Wine? I brought both kinds, since I know you prefer white."

"Mmm, yes, please," Freya hummed, holding out her glass.

"We should really send her flowers or something," she murmured, taking a sip from her flute.

"Monsieur, manquez peut -je prendre votre commande?"

A large man, with a moustache and wearing a chef's jacket, appeared, smiling expectantly at them.

"Really, Lucien, you compelled us a chef!?" Freya exclaimed in shock.

Lucien and the man began to laugh.

"Er no. Darling, this is Pierre, he's an old friend of mine. A couple of years ago I was visiting the South of France. I came across a restaurant where the chef there made the most delectable food I'd ever tasted. It also helps that Pierre happens to have tastes that are... similar to my own," Lucien explained.

Pierre grinned at Freya and bared his fangs, letting the veins under his eyes become visible.

"Ah… I see," Freya said dryly.

"I suppose that meal is going to be exceptionally rare this evening?" she quipped.

Lucien's smile widened.

"You can have your meal as well done as you'd like, sweetheart," he said, reaching out to touch her hand.

"Mai je recommanderai l'enjeu braisée?" Pierre inquired.

"The steak would be lovely, thank you," Lucien said. "Something else for you, love?" He said, turning to Freya.

"The same will be fine," she smiled.

"Nous aurons deux enjeux. Un bien fait l'autre aussi rare que vous pouvez le faire," Lucien instructed the chef "Merci,"

"Oui,' he nodded and left the alone.

"You know," Lucien began, turning back to Freya "I suddenly realised. That after all this time you're still something of an enigma to me." he said, with a tilt of his head.

Freya looked down bashfully.

"Well I've told you pretty much all there is to know," she said, taking another sip of her drink.

"That may be true but I always find that, while knowing someone's story is all well and good; it's the little, insignificant, details of the story that people usually neglect to include; that are the most interesting," Lucien smiled.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Freya frowned.

"I want to know everything," he said, leaning forward in his chair "What makes you tick. What you like; what you don't. Your interests, your dreams. Everything," he stated.

Freya inhaled, raising her eyebrows.

"Wow, that certainly a lot to take it. I … I don't know where to start,"

He grinned.

"Start with your favourite colour,"

Freya threw her head back and laughed sputtering slightly as she struggled slightly to swallow her drink.

"-And um... That's why I avoid prawns like the plague," she laughed.

Lucien laughed, with her lifting his glass to take a sip.

"Fascinating," he murmured, wiping his mouth "I had no idea,"

Freya giggled again, she shrugged then sighed.

"Lucien?"

"Yes love?" he replied, lifting his head.

"Thank you for this," she said, genuinely "Davina was right, I really needed it,"

"The pleasure was all mine, my love," he said, gazing lovingly at her.

At that moment the tempo the violinists were playing at changed catching Freya's attention.

"Oh, I know this song. I know I've heard it before but it was a long time ago," Freya said, shutting her eyes and humming in time with the tune.

"Would you like to dance?" Lucien asked, holding his hand.

Freya scoffed.

"Uh no, I don't- I can't dance. Like at all," she said, waving her hands at him.

"Nonsense," he said, rising to his feet and pulling her up with him.

"Lucien-"

"Between you and I, I'm not much of dancer either. But we've got two left between us so hopefully, they'll cancel each other out," he joked.

Freya rolled her eyes but let him clasp her hand in his and pull her body toward him.

They swayed rhythmically to the music and eventually Freya moved to rest her head on Lucien's shoulder.

"I know I appear distant at times" she began. "But it's only because this is all relatively new to me. My last relationship… Well, it didn't end as I'd planned. And I've spent much of my life on my own, so I suppose… I suppose I've just gotten used to it," she said, quietly.

After a while, Lucien answered.

"Well if it helps, I'm not exactly an expert on relationships myself. I haven't exactly had the best luck myself," he half-joked.

"We'll just have to figure it out together," he murmured, into her hair.

Freya lifted her head slowly and looked at him.

Lucien cupped her face and said softly.

"You don't have to be frightened. I'd never hurt you, I promise,"

"I know," she whispered.

Gently, Freya leant forward and closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss.

When eventually they parted, Freya set her head back on Lucien's shoulder and they continued to sway gently, under the light of the stars.