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kingofsummer93 · 1 year

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Prompts 9 and/or 64 for Elucien pls!

also, I think 10 would definitely a tired, over it, exasperated Lucien would say 😂

Chaotic Writing Prompts

9- Get in the fucking blanket fort / 64-Pay attention to me, I’m cute and needy.

For @sjmromanceweek Day 2 : Love Language

Elain and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.7K

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As far as Valentine's Day celebrations went, this one was on its way to becoming the worst in Elain’s entire life. She would have gladly relived her awkward first kiss at the 9th grade winter formal over this hellish day.

She was tired, she was hungry, she was more than a little cranky, and she was driving home through the worst blizzard of the year. And to top it all off, her husband was currently out of town on a business trip, during what should have been their first Valentines Day as a married couple.

It wasn’t his fault, of course. Lucien had seriously suggested feigning an illness to get out of it, and had only gone after Elain had practically shoved him into the Uber.

Still, she knew it was just a silly holiday, but she couldn’t help it- she loved Valentine’s Day. She loved the heart-shaped candies, and the decorations, and dinners in candle-lit restaurants. Or maybe she simply loved love, and any excuse to celebrate it. Lucien had promised they would celebrate when he got back, but she couldn’t help her disappointment.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do Galentine’s Day?” Vassa’s voice was barely discernible over the sound of the heat blasting in her car. “I can cancel our dinner reservation. You know how much Jurian hates Valentine’s Day anyway.”

Elain sighed, for perhaps the thousandth time that day. “I love you for suggesting it but no. I had a bad day and I’m just being dramatic.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, hun, but I’m going to stab my coworker to death and eat her heart for lunch sounds like a little more than a bad day.”

“That bitch probably doesn’t even have a heart anyway,” Elain mumbled darkly.

Vassa cackled, her laughter punctuated by the unmistakable sound of a bottle of wine opening in the background.

Wine. That was what she needed. Wine and a bubble bath, followed by a big bowl of popcorn and more wine.

“I”m fine,” she said again, as much to convince herself as Vassa. “I’m just going to put on some sweats, watch a movie and drown my sorrows in wine. Lucien said he’d facetime me if his meetings ended early, anyway.”

She didn’t add that Lucien hadn’t sounded convinced that he could make this happen, considering he was currently in a different time zone and his work days had been ending at 10 pm.

“Throw in a gin and tonic for good measure. And maybe a green vegetable.”

“Yes mom!”

“And Elain- please don’t stab anyone tonight! Although, Valentine’s Day Stabber does have a ring to it…”

Elain let out a puff of laughter, some of the day’s tension easing from her shoulders. “I promise no stabbing. Although I make no promises on strangulation.”

“That’s my girl. Love you.”

“Love you too. Go torture Jurian with lots of lovey-dovey stuff.”

“Hey! I heard-”

Vassa’s cackles were cut off as her friend promptly disconnected, and Elain could only laugh again as she pictured the look of exaggerated affront that would currently be on Jurian’s face.

Her briefly heightened spirits quickly fell, however, as she turned into her driveway and her little Honda skidded over the snow already accumulated there. She needed a new car. And a house with a garage.

Or maybe she just wanted her husband to be waiting for her inside, ready to wrap her in a bear hug and listen patiently to her whine about her shitty day.

No mopping. It’s just a stupid holiday, it doesn’t mean anything.

Her phone pinged, as if mocking her.

Heading into the afternoon conference. It’s BOILING hot here. Hope you’re not getting buried in snow! Shovel is in the shed if you need it.

Elain grumbled all the way to her front door, cursing both her husband and the snow sinking into her boots and soaking through her socks. She peeled her off her wet parka and boots and walked upstairs to her bedroom, deciding her priority number one was putting on her oldest, comfiest sweats. Her bedroom door was half open, and once glance inside made her stop dead in her tracks.

Somebody was in her house.

Not only was somebody in her house, but somebody had turned her bedroom into a giant blanket fort. Sheets and blankets were draped over the bed, looping over the ceiling fan to create a makeshift tent. String lights were strung over the headboard, illuminating the inside of the blanket fort.

Enough so that she could see the outline of someone lying on her bed.

Elain gasped and froze in shock, her heart jumping into her throat. She stood there for another beat, heart racing, as she mentally went through the list of people with a key to her house.

Lucien, who had just gone into a conference in California, thousands of miles away.

Vassa, who she had just spoken to on the phone.

And her sisters, who she knew for a fact were both occupied with their respective boyfriends tonight.

Elain turned and ran, practically tripping down the stairs as she went. Just as she was diving for her cell phone loud footsteps sounded overhead.

For one wild, hysterical moment she considered running to the kitchen and grabbing her biggest chef’s knife.

Valentine’s Day Stabber; Woman Stabs Intruder with Kitchen Knife!

The footsteps had started down the stairs. Elain clutched her cell phone in her hand, fingers poised over the emergency call button, and yanked her front door open.

“Love? Where are you going?”

The male voice trickling down the staircase was deep and rumbling, tinged with humor.

It was also very, very familiar.

Elain whirled on the spot, her heart still racing with adrenaline, and came face to face with the sight of her husband grinning at her. His white shirt was rumpled, his long red hair falling out of a messy bun, his lips curved into an infuriatingly playful grin.

“Lucien!” Elain clapped a hand to her chest, willing her racing pulse to slow down. “God! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry!” He held up his palms, grin widening, not even looking a little bit sorry. The little shit.

“It’s not funny! I thought you were an intruder! I almost went to the kitchen to grab a knife!”

Lucien was trying not to laugh now, his chest heaving as he suppressed his chuckles. Elain had a sudden urge to throttle him. Maybe she hadn’t been wrong about the strangulation thing.

“Not the Imarku! That was a wedding gift!” He was full-on laughing now, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Elain growled in frustration and ran up the stairs, unsure if she wanted to tackle him and kiss him or tackle him and punch him. Before she could make up her mind Lucien laughed again and bounded up the stairs two at a time, disappearing into their bedroom.

“Come back here you little shit!”

“I can’t believe you thought an intruder had made you a blanket fort!”

“I will murder you!”

Elain reached the top of the stairs just in time to see Lucien dive-bomb into the mass of sheets and blankets over their bed.

“Get in the blanket fort!”

“No. I’m mad at you.” She crossed her arms over her chest for emphasis, even though he couldn’t see her.

“Get in the fucking blanket fort!”

“No!”

“Come pay attention to me, I’m cute and needy.” Lucien stuck his head out of the fort, pouting at her. His hair was even more mussed, his eyes still shining with delight. Damn him. Damn him and his stupidly beautiful face.

In three rapid steps Elain had crossed the room and launched herself into his arms, tackling him backwards onto the bed.

“I’m cute and needy,” she whined, face pressed against his chest. His familiar spicy, musky scent filled her nostrils. “And I had a shit day and I missed you.”

Lucien’s arms tightened around her as he buried his face in her face. “I missed you too, my love. So much.”

There was nothing but sincerity in his voice now, and all of Elain’s anger melted away. She lifted her hair and peered around the blanket fort, giggling as she took in the sight. The bed was piled high with pillows and cushions, forming a little nest underneath the canopy of sheets and blankets. The string lights draped over the headboard gave the space a cozy, warm glow. A laptop was plugged in and opened to the Netflix romantic comedy section, and next to it sat a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates, and a large bowl of buttered popcorn.

Lucien smiled sheepishly. “The conference ended a day early and I thought it would be fun to surprise you. I’m sorry I scared you.”

Elain squeezed him tighter, burying her face against him again. “I’m sorry I almost stabbed you with our Imarku.”

Lucien’s laugh vibrated against her cheek. He dipped a finger under her chin and Elain angled her face up for a kiss, sighing at the familiar feel of his lips against hers.

“Hi,” he whispered, his breath ghosting against her lips.

“Hi.” She giggled again as he nuzzled her nose. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Me too. Tell me all about your shitty day.”

“It’s not a shitty day anymore. Now it’s a great day.”

“Indeed. The day you almost stabbed an intruder for making you a blanket fort.”

Elain punched him in the shoulder, shaking her head at him.

“We can go out for dinner, if you’d rather,” Lucien added. “But the weather is so bad I thought it’d be fun to have a cozy night in.”

“No!” Elain exclaimed, reaching for a handful of popcorn. “I love my blanket fort. We should leave it like this. Although…”

“Yes?” Lucien asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Elain glanced at his rumpled dress shirt, then at her own wrinkled top, feeling her strapless bra digging into her skin.

“Can we change into sweats?”

Lucien grinned again, wickedly this time. “Yes, after.”

Elain bit her lip. She knew that grin. “After what?” she asked, blinking up at him innocently.

She yelped as Lucien smoothly flipped them so he hovered over her. “After you pay attention to me. I’m cute and needy, remember?”

“You’re also an idiot.”

“Ahh, yes, but you love me.”

Elain hummed noncommittally.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Lucien whispered.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, you big dummy.”

#sjmromanceweek2023 #elucien #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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what is this about a golden rewrite i see hm?

So I'm working on a fic in that universe for feysand month. Here it the premise, so you know what we're working with.

Dad Archeron (our bad guy AGAIN) has locked his daughters in a tower. They are STARVING because whoops, turns out you need to feed your children. Elain has been charming a local fisherman for help while Feyre and Nesta have figured out how to get out through the door. They're planning to steal a boat and sail away when winter is over.

Dad comes and is like, actually Nesta, my least favorite daughter, is going to a convent because I don't trust women to rule and I don't trust Nesta to obey a husband. And Elain will marry Graysen because she does what shes told. And Feyre is like...and me? And he's like, oh my god, I forgot about you. LOL.

So theyre like, okay fuck it, we'll leave NOW. But evil eastern king of velaris rhysand followed their dad and interrupts. Someone has to stay behind and hold him off. Feyre doesn't tell Nesta and Elain she's gonna do this...she just does. And rhys is like, fuck- i need all three of them. Sends Cassian after nesta and elain on the assumption they won't get far, takes Feyre back to velaris so he won't get caught kidnapping another kings daughters

rhys is like- i'm gonna ransom her for all that land her dad stole from me and feyre is like, GOOD LUCK. and rhys is genuinely disturbed by how like...awful archeron is.

anyway in the background, Elain and Nesta get caught in a storm and are separated. Elain, predictably, washes up on Lucien Vanserra's shores and is like, please dont send me back. Feyre was kidnapped. can you help reunite us so we can run away? and Helion is like MAYBE. also dont ruin my sons engagement by being unspeakably hot. And elain is like, oh your son? that shirtless dude who rescued me? Of course I would never, say, let him chase me down on a horse to confess his undying love

and background background cassian finds nesta and is like, you know what would be like, SO HOT? if you let me help you raise an army and take your fathers throne. and nesta is like who are you? and cassian LIES and says his name is Massian, and he's just a normal dude and definitely not general of the east.

ANYWAY i have been writing the feysand part of this and i just needed to get elucien out of my system because i love them. its a lot more slow burn than before. Lucien is all like, no I must do my DUTY and elain is like LOL LAME.

#let me know if you liked my eloquent synopsis btw #i really am selling my own writing in the most lyrical way possible

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elucienweekofficial · 2 years

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Still looking for some inspo for Elucien Week? Here are some more responses we got from our second community poll!

Prompt 1: Elucien in contact with nature . Them living in a cotaggecore house/ going to horse rides in meadows/ watching the sunset in a sunflower meadow/going to bathe in a river , them gardening together. Or a NSFW in the nature /against a tree/on the dirty ground because I don’t make the rules😭👀🤌🏻💗

Prompt 2: I don't know if it's been written already, but I'd love to see Elain being the classical tsundere around Lucien. Telling her sisters that she hates him and insulting him, but actually being madly in love with Lucien since they met and also using other males to make him jealous but denying it when he confronts her.

Prompt 3: Prompt 3: Princess Elain x Guard Lucien. Elain is betrothed to another but there’s low key romances with her and her guard Lucien. Maybe cuz they were supposed to be married but she accepted a different proposal instead of the one her family supported. Angst, romance princess x guard, And I’m in!!!! @littleredfangirl

Prompt 4: Secret relationship, then one day Elain exploding on IC for treating Lucien like shit, then she just bounces and they go off fucking in every court to the other high lords amusement/exasperation

Prompt 5: Model/Fashion influencer Elain who has a shitty boyfriend (Graysen) and she meets Lucien who is not famous or rich, has no social media presence and works background like lighting or stage building. He just flirts with her and asks for her number and she gives it to him on a whim because Graysen is once again rumoured to be cheating and Lucien takes her on delightful dates like hiking and anything off the grid or simple and just fun. Submitted by @my-inner-crisis

#elucien #acotar #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #elain/lucien #elucienweek2022

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flowerflamestars · 3 years

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Ruby bright, blood ran down Rhysand’s neck. A knife that could slice air in the right hand- Cassian had the faraway wisdom to be glad it was Elain holding it, not Nesta to whom the wind would listen, Nesta, who probably would have taken off his damned head. “Elain,” Feyre sounded like she was choking. “Rhys wasn’t- no one is going to hurt Nesta- what are you doing?” Elain ignored her, pressed harder, blood welling. Rhysand, frozen in place, wasn’t even looking at her- over her head, to Cassian, as though to ask: why? Cassian shook his head. “You’ll get our people out.” Elain was velvet, a High Fae courtier speaking in a human voice. And Rhys, sky fucking drown him, demurred. Look down her arm, ignored the blade like even bleeding, these women weren’t a threat. “It will take time, to evacuate.” Nesta laughed, an entirely different sound than before. Storm wild, the sound of it moving up Cassian’s spine like a caress. “You don’t have time. You did this- Feyre didn’t get there on her own.” Rhysand, who’d lost all ability to back down when he aught sometime in the last fifty years. Rhys, who’d absolutely play chicken with a curse that would destroy him and his- he was probably hoping it would helpfully boil Keir’s blood as it worked its way to him. “The curse can kill you,” Elain crooned, “Or I can slit your throat and watch the crown pass to Archeron hands. Your choice.” “A curse,” Feyre whispered, eyes flying between her sisters. “Nesta, please, what is she talking about?”

Lush bravado, Rhysand’s smile. “Always good, to have deadly allies.” And just like that Elain turned the blade in her hand- starry, gleaming, released Rhysand and handed it bloody to Nesta, handle first. Even braced for it, Cassian wasn’t prepared. Nesta continued the motion, angry and hectic, his dagger spun sure in her grip, keening to the air. Did she know she could shape the wind? That Cassian- because Cassian- that the very storm would listen to her, in true need, star steel singing in her hand? “I don’t understand. What crown? Is this about the Queens? You can pledge for clemency- if you’re really the one running all those trade route, the Lords owe you- they can”- Steady, deadly, Elain in her lace and silk, the scent of her rage more Lucien’s fire than her own skin, Elain who said, “High Lord, would you like to say it?” Rhys, Cassian thought it, Cassian roared it in his head, barriers down, walls crumbling- I won’t forgive you- Feyre won’t forgive you- don’t- don’t- don’t- Rhysands mouth twisted. “We have a deal, your sisters and I,” He told Feyre, charm laid thick over the grimace. “For the preservation of House Archeron. Isn’t that right, Banfhlaith?” Nesta bared her teeth. Like a call and response he couldn’t quite control, Cassian gave into the burning urge to slide closer, to guard even for a second, her back. He loved his brother. He’d served faithful the Night Court for five centuries- half a millennia and never once, not for a second, anticipated a real future.

What loomed, endless, in the sky of Nesta Archeron’s eyes.

#we're back!!#remember like 6 months ago I kept saying i had so many things like...halfway done #they are all done now #we are cycling through #summer is here and a hundred stories with it!#the exact moment Cassian realized #the war was coming #but the war for his soul? already won #Elain I will STAB A HIGH LORD FUCKING WATCH ME Archeron #I remain in love with my take on the matebond in this #the blurring of magic #of being #that Illyrians do not in fact find their mates like high fae #ao3 is officially up to date and this new chapter coming very very soon!#time for the plot to break and canon to disintegrate #Elucien being married in the background #while Nessian speedrun enemies to ride or die means you can't fucking die lovers #Feyre...still taking Rhysands side.#in everything #the real joke is that Azriel had fully thrown in with Nesta's plans #and rhys is just like #ignoring that to act like a dick #fanon Cassian is back from the canon nightmare

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elucien22904 · 3 years

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elains book is going to be full of plot twists and surprises. (ik i’m late, but elain archeron appreciation week: favorite trait being her sneakiness and cunning n fav ship: elucien)

in acosf it’s obvious that elain is hiding something. she downplays her abilities to the point where the ppl around her forget she even had them. but let’s look at her actions before acosf. bc i think sjm has been foreshadowing elains secretive and sneaky nature for a while now.

elain is the most socially active sister. while feyre n nesta both have an aversion to large society parties n gatherings, elain turned being a socialite into an art form. she mentioned in acotar how the people around her were very two faced, and how her so called “family friends” were praying on her family’s downfall. (which is a similarity she has w lucien, they both have an extensive background with two faced and fake courts/societies) who’s to say she didn’t learn anything from this experience. that she learned how to read people, how to get what she wants- but not by using brute force and power, by using a smile. in the months between regaining their fortune and feyres return to the human lands, she secured one of the most wealthy and influential eligible men in her realm to marry. she’s a social climber. and while she loved graysen, i think she understood that she lived in a patriarchal society where the only was to rise above is to marry well. she was raised with the mindset that a woman’s purpose to have an advantageous marriage. she had one foot in each room, was engaged to a faerie hating bigot all while supporting the magical beings. she harbored faeries in her own home, without any human knowing. even when she was nervous and apprehensive around the bat boys, she made small talk and was kind, and she made sure they liked her. she knows how to play the field.

when nesta gets angry, she lashes out immediately. she stole from the cauldron and told feyre abt the risks of her pregnancy without thinking. (this isn’t a dig towards nesta, i love her, but she can be impulsive) when elain is angry, she waits for the best time to strike. she didn’t react abt the wrongdoings she faced at the hands of the king, then she waited until she had the right opportunity and stuck a dagger in his throat. she wasn’t at nestas intervention, even though she agreed with feyre n the ic, she waited until time had passed and approached nesta separately to offer her opinions on her sisters actions.

now this isn’t a post to support the elain spy! theory, bc she wouldn’t do well in espionage. she’s well known, easily recognizable, and fits in with people- not watching them from a distance. feyre even said her ability to keep a secret rivals azriels, she hid the fact that she still has her powers and wanted to use them from him. azriel was just as surprised as everyone else that her abilities haven’t been laying dormant. he also wants to shelter her from every danger, there’s no way in hell he would allow her to spy with him.

now bc i am a hardcore elucien shipper, let’s look at how they mirror each other in this way. (i explain it in a simpler way in this post) lucien is a sneaky fox. he went behind feysands back to help nuan, and avoided the high lords meeting and the war in general. we then later learn that he had been calling in favors, striking deals, gathering and rounding up an entire army to help prythian. he waited until just the right moment, and he struck. (i personally believe we were robbed of an eos type moment for lucien, where everyone was shocked when they realized that aelin secretly gathered an army but that’s just my opinion.) he also works for two different courts at the moment, in addition to the human lands. he plays both sides of the field, he knows how to play people. also feysand thinks they’re so sneaky, just wait until elucien forms their own plans. also wanna know who else is sneaky and played double agent for a bit... JURIAN. i’m calling it now, the band of exiles is going to be prythians rude awakening!!!!

we all know that there is more to elain than meets the eye. she’s cunning, she’s manipulative, she’s calculated, and she’s a lot smarter than she lets on. she sits and waits, all while playing nice, but when she’s ready to hit, she hits hard. this post is so long i’m so sorry

#lucien isn’t gonna know what hits him #elain analysis #elain archeron #elain IS sus #and she’s definitely hiding something. and she’s going have a large aelin moment and reveal it at the right time #anti elriel #elucien #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #elain archeron appreciation

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moiraineswife · 7 years

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can we have some elandras headcanons please??

.....yes friend. yes you can. @pterodactylichexameter is this little polyship’s co-parent, I cannot mention elandras without mentioning Alicia too. They’re very dear to both of us so pretty much...everything I’m saying here is from both of us. There you go.

Okay. In...a sort of order (ignoring certain canon facts such as ‘Andras can’t technically control his transformation into a wolf’ because yes he can don’t say such things about my son, it’s vitally important. Ahem):

Landras background!:

So in this......totally canon, definitely what’s happening, no sadness here idea Andras is...Mighty fine. Totally fine. 100% fine. Nothing to see here folks. Ahem, anyway. He and Lucien have been having casual sex/suppressing genuine feelings for each other for a few decades and then he....has a near miss in the mortal realm. Nearly gets shot and skinned by some stubborn, serious human girl with an ash arrow I mean, traumatic stuff.

He’s fine though, totally fine. So he wanders back over the wall and Lucien being Lucien has a Moment much like the....you’re my mate thing except it’s with ‘I love you’ instead. Which has been coming for decades (Andras’ sentries are truly sick of walking in on the two of them...fucking but also cuddling like ur so married pls just admit it to yourselves) anyway.

So yes there’s a beautiful scene in the woods surrounding the Spring Court in which Lucien confesses his love for Andras and then there is hugging and kissing and probably sex. Then more cuddling. And hair stroking. And nose kisses. And ‘don’t you ever do that to me ever again’s. It’s lovely. And sweet. And mushy. And a nice counterpoint to the ‘don’t you dare cross that wall and put yourself in danger Andras, I need you even if I can’t say I do’ scene that happened before Andras had his...minor scare in the mortal world.

ANYWAY. Lucien and Andras are now really happy boyfriends together and Andras....takes care of Lucien after the UtM stuff (because jfc someone has to) He tends to his injuries and gives him someone to talk to and hold him when he’s upset and he’s just...a good, very good. Tamlin isn’t as bad because Andras is...gigantic and can restrain him but is also very mellow and reassuring so he calms him down and stops Lucien suffering as much. And Ianthe doesn’t even look at my boy the wrong way because Andras gets...teeny bit protective and possessive (which turns Lucien on like there’s no tomorrow, incidentally) The moral of the story is: Andras makes everything better. I’m so glad he’s alive and well. Ahem

Then something a bit....unexpected happens in that...Lucien skips over to Hybern with Tamlin (listen, Andras is a wonderful, wonderful boy but even he cannot prevent this) and Elain is Made and he has the whole ‘you’re my mate’ thing and....Flips out a little bit when she’s taken away. Then he goes back to the Spring Court and the whole ‘my newly Made mate is in an enemy court, one I know to have a sadistic, terrifying reputation and there’s nothing I can do about it’ angst is compounded by the whole ‘my beautiful wolf boyfriend is here but I have a mate what am I going to do???’

The answer, friends, is polyamory. (Eventually)

Initially Lucien just...loses it a little bit. and does what Lucien does best when he’s losing it: he pretends that he’s not. He pretends everything is just a-okay, he is fine, he’s delighted. Feyre’s home! Look at that. Isn’t that fantastic. I definitely don’t have a mate trapped in the Night Court DEFINITELY NOT. Andras, however, is not as...willfully dickish and ignorant as Tamlin is and he actually...takes note that all is not well with his little red fire-bean.

After...a lot of ‘therapeutic’ sex and...even more therapeutic cuddling (and tender hair stroking) Andras coaxes the truth out of him - that he has a mate, that she’s in a foreign court amongst enemies on the other side of this war and Lucien is losing his mind over this, he has no idea what to do. Things go...very quiet for a moment and then Andras asks Lucien what he wants, forget the war, forget Tamlin, Hybern, Feyre’s deception, all of it. What does he want? Lucien admits that...he wants her safe and he’d like to get to know her but...

He goes a little red here and glances up at Andras because Awkward. But Andras just hushes him and tells him softly that this is his mate, he has to at least get to know her, give it a chance, mates are so rare and he’s found his and that’s, that’s great. He almost manages to keep any trace of bitterness from his voice. Almost. (Andras is a little older than Lucien and he’s been a sentry all his days and, well, his little spit-fire bean is important to him. But his happiness is more important than anything else. HE’S SUCH A GOOD I CAN’T DEAL)

Lucien kisses him and tells him that he’s not choosing between them, he isn’t just going to put Andras aside for some girl he doesn’t know, even if she is his mate. He loves Andras. That’s final. Andras smiles a little sadly and kisses him back but is....pretty sure he can see where this is going. HE IS WRONG HOWEVER IT’S GOING BEAUTIFUL PLACES.

Lucien is...Well the bond grates on him a little bit and he can’t help exploring it a little, getting to know Elain through it as much as he can. It and Andras are the only things giving him any sanity at the moment and he needs them both. He feels a little guilty communicating with Elain but he’s open with Andras who flat out refuses to so much as consider Lucien shutting her out when they have this connection to each other.

Anyway, fastforward the war, lots of battles, lots of death, lots of drama blah blah blah lots of things happen NO-ONE DIES, ALL IS WELL, and then maybe Lucien ends up as High Lord of the Autumn Court (because his vile family get what’s coming to them. Except his mama. I need Mama Lucien to remain and bond with Lucien’s husband and wife) Andras swears fealty to him (really, An, you didn’t have to, I don’t need you as- I INSIIST. (Andras needs a purpose, bless him. And being draped in silks and jewellery and perched on a throne next to Lucien’s like a doll....Doesn’t appeal to him. At all. So he becomes Lucien’s sworn shield or...Idk something that allows them to spend a lot of time together and bang in meeting rooms once everyone else has left.))

Elain arrives shortly afterwards and she and Lucien and Andras wander around the Court a lot and maybe visit Spring too (idk what’s happening with Spring. Something. Who knows? Who cares, it has pretty grounds for my children to wander around and a border with Autumn, this is all I need) and they get to know each other.

Andras tries to back off and give them space and just...fade into obscurity and pretend that’s totally and completely fine with him. Lucien refuses to let that happen and is very open with Elain about their situation. She’s...a little confused at first but she supposes it’s only sensible that someone like Lucien would have a partner. There’s...a little bit of angstyness because Andras is fully aware that Lucien is falling in love with Elain and Elain knows this too - Lucien is in denial but he...knows it too. Andras is prepared for what he’s been bracing for for months now - losing the male that he loves - while Lucien is just as stubbornly NO. I love you I’m not choosing I’m just not!!! There’s a lot of drama and angst and pacing in front of fireplaces and attempts at rational conversation that just dissolve into desperate, angsty, confused cuddling.

Elain sorts the whole thing out when she gets wind of it one morning she wanders across them in one of the orchards (because, like, of course Autumn has orchards?) She looks between the two of them with a little crease between her brows as she frowns then asks...why he feels like he has to choose? These two centuries old idiots just gape at her blinking and she’s like ????? Have you really been angsting over this all this time? And they both just sort of, well yes, because he’s with me but you’re his mate and- Elain just waves an airy hand and tells them she has absolutely no problem with the three of them being together. All of them. Andras is a little ?? Not just...sharing him? And Elain just very firmly no, they are all equals in this relationship. And that’s final. Elain has spoken. That is that. Problem solved.

CUTENESS OVERLOAD ENSUES.

So obviously elucien proceeds...as elucien proceeds, I have wiffled enough about this for you to get the gist. And landras proceed as I have hinted at above. and then elandras is born and it’s...the greatest thing I think I’ve ever been a part of. It’s just like...these two pure, sweet, precious creatures come together to balance out this....literal human fireball of intensity and emotion (Andras spent a lot of time when they were younger literally physically lifting Lucien up and carrying him away from the fights he was starting with the people who were going to kill him) This continues, except now Elain is there to make nice and make the person who wants to murder Lucien...not want to murder him so much. It’s beautiful. They’re miracle workers.

Okay so, like, full disclosure, Andras is gay af. But this is okay!!! He and Elain just...Never do the sex part of a relationship, doesn’t stop them loving each other. Because listen people this is the most pure dynamic in the history of anything ever. Like...Elain, the gentle flower-grower and Andras who, even when he was shifted into a fuck off enormous wolf still had all the threatening presence of a puppy and just sort of...watched Feyre as she aggressively.....gave him a tiny scratch on his nose that did no damage to his perfect self at all.

Anyway, sometimes they just need a little bit of down time, you know? They both love Lucien more than anything in the whole wide world, they really, truly do but...’Dearie me he’s intense sometimes, isn’t he?’ Andras just laughs and tells her that she’ll...never really get used to it, but it’s okay. Elain smiles and so they start spending time together just the two of them.

Andras will watch over her (in wolf form, mostly) while she gardens or just strolls around or reads. (She has a habit of sort of...patting his head like he’s a giant dog. He does not object to this. Lucien stumbles across them one day and finds Elain absently stroking Andras’ back and he’s just...dove...you are aware...you are petting Andras? She just nods vaguely and to illustrate Andras’ happy consent of this he flops over onto his back so that she’ll scratch his tummy instead. Lucien is just like...ffs, some guard you are, this is pathetic. But he can’t stop grinning like an idiot)

He likes helping her garden and while Lucien likes hearing her talk about all the different flowers and what she loves about them and why this one is her favourite today (she has a different favourite every day. It’s fair that way. They all get a turn at being showered with extra love from her.) Andras likes the technical aspects. What kind of soil does this one need? How much light for that one? What about watering? How exactly do you transplant seedlings into the ground? He’s very attentive and he loves learning about something that’s clearly so important to her? And as a sentry he has an even wider and more detailed knowledge of the plants in Spring than Lucien does so the three of them will go on rides together and Andras will point things out that can be used as herbs and the like.

MUSIC. SO MUCH MUSIC!!! If Andras hadn’t already loved Elain for just her general Elain-ness he’d have loved her for how she brings music back to Lucien. They spend a fair few nights clustered around a piano together, Andras will tend to his weapons, Elain will sew (badly, Andras is trying to help her improve but her stitches are always crooked. She doesn’t mind), and Lucien will play for them. It’s quiet and contained and they don’t talk much on these nights but they don’t really need to, that isn’t the point of them.

S N U G G L E S. Listen, idc how the Autumn Court is presented in my head Lucien’s chambers are very large, lots of dark wood, fuck off huge fireplace and a very plush fur rug at the foot of the bed in front of the fire that is 100% big enough to hold either three fae or two fae and a giant, cosy wolf. Just...Lucien and Elain sprawled on top of Andras who just wraps his tail around them and snuggles them. Or the three of them all piled together, Lucien will be in the middle sometimes but sometimes Elain just, no, I need both of my gigantic fae boys on either side of me, this is what I need. They do not argue with her. Andras will read to them some nights if Lucien or Elain is having trouble sleeping. He has a very rich, low, soothing voice and it’s almost guaranteed to make Elain fall asleep on top of him. Lucien still likes to be read to him so they read on but both of them go back the next night so that Elain doesn’t miss anything.

They definitely all sleep in the same bed that’s just....A fact. And they always wake up in...a very confused, tangled heap in the mornings. (Andras extracts himself first (the other two have no idea how he does this without waking them, they’re very impressed, but he just snorts and informs them that it’d be easier to wake the dead than the two of them early in the morning) He fetches them breakfast and some tea to help coax them awake and they both just think it’s entirely unreasonable how much of a morning person Andras is (Elain in particular is just like.....what kind of madness is this, what are you? how is this even...no Andras I don’t want sun i want sleep) But some mornings Elain and Lucien make a special effort to wake up early and bring Andras some surprise breakfast in bed. (He was very, very bemused the first morning he wake up and realised that he was completely alone in the bed, he thought something terrible had happened (and in a way it had. Lucien. Cooking. Have mercy.))

Snuggles are not confined to the bedroom. They go on many rides together (Elain loves horses as much as Lucien does and Andras can easily keep pace with them in wolf form) and they have all the picnics and this inevitably involves lots of lovely food (Andras bakes the most...amazing pastries. Elain helps him. They work incredibly well together in the kitchen. Lucien is allowed to perch on one of the counters, occasionally pass them things, and offer supportive kisses. He is not allowed anywhere near the food) a great many snuggles, and Elain absently braiding flowers into Andras and Lucien’s hair. (They’re both very proud of their flower crowns)

SMOLS. They must have babies. They must have all the babies. (i am literally allergic to kid-fic/headcanons but I will suffer through this pain because they just need them) So biologically the babies are elucien’s but...the babies 100000000% have two dads and that is just fucking final okay. Andras is....Andras is a godsend when Elain is pregnant tbh. Like Lucien is so enthusiastic and almost painfully excited/nervous about all of this and he flaps around like a rabid wildfire for nine months. Elain is...touched by his very strong emotions on this matter but also Lucien pls calm down I can walk up a flight of stairs okay? Andras serves the dual purpose of...calming Lucien the fuck down (as much as is possible) and also attending to like, Elain’s practical needs. (Lucien has taken care of alllll the nesting, basically the entire Autumn Court has been converted into a huge nursery at this point. They just..let him get on with it)

He feeds her sooo much food and he spends a lot of time nudging the very baffled and slightly alarmed (Andras is...very big. like...picture jason momoa and...congratulations you’re bang on my fancast for him) cooks when their work space is invaded by this huge hulking fae who smiles and politely asks if he could use their kitchen for a little while, his wife has some odd cravings. Elain sits in one of those big old fashioned rocking chairs knitting slightly lopsided baby clothes while Andras finds ways to combine the different flavours she’s craving into actually edible things which Elain devours. His hands are also like, unreasonably giant and he’s so good at giving her massages and they bathe together too (with Lucien as well, obviously...it’s a very big bathtub)

Lucien and Andras just basically....wait on Elain hand and foot throughout her pregnancy (I mean they always do this but she gets particularly spoiled when she’s carrying their smol) and I...enjoy the image of these two huge fae warriors with this slender little flower girl in between them, their hands clasped over her belly LIKE IF YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS BEAUTIFUL YOU’RE DEAD INSIDE.

Little one is born and is a girl and all three of them just...fall instantly in love with her? Andras likes carrying her around and he’s always the first one to get up if she cries in the middle of the night and then he just scoops her up into his gigantic arms and bounces her up and down until she calms. The rest of the time baby just gets handed to Lucien because like, for whatever reason, babies love Lucien and she just stops crying as soon as she comes into contact with him. Elain is very grateful because between the two of them so much is taken care of and she can relax and rest a lot after the birth, her boys have it covered, they make a wonderful little family unit so they do.

Also as the little ones start getting...well greater in number and also older Andras doubles as an excellent climbing frame/small pony. They just....climb all over him. and sit on him. and braid flowers into his fur (he looks like a giant, fury flowerbed by the time they’re finished, just lying there, so patient, blinking placidly up at Lucien when he wanders out of the house and just??? Andras what r u doing?) and all fall asleep on top of him and it’s literally the purest thing that anyone has ever witnessed. And Andras loves those babies so fucking much, they are his whole entire heart and soul (along with Elain and Lucien, obviously. (a lot of these are Andras focused but I’ve done elucien pregnancy hcs a million times before YOU GUYS KNOW THE DRILL))

Lucien and Andras are sooo proud of Elain and they fuss over her so, so much once they start having babies because look at these tiny miracles you have provided us with you are also a miracle we are just ??? blown away.

But they’re just a faaammiilllyyy a beautiful little family. and nothing sad EVER happens like ever. only good things here. good and pure things. they have many babies and lots of sex and so much kissing and cuddling and ALL THE LOVE. They all love each other so much and I die multiple deaths. Elandras. The best ship. The purest ship. The ship not even I can make angsty because it is just...Too Good. Anyway. Enjoy, nonnie. (I’m going to stop here or...well or else we’d just never stop at all)

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I just realized I never told you the ship lol. Can you do 12, 33, and 47 for any ship? Like which do you think would be more likely to do what?

That’s okay friend!!! You can just have a little pick n mix of ships, we’ll keep things interesting.

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?

Okay I’ve already done Nessian size difference...somewhere so I’ll say elucien for this one because!!!! I think Elain is a little taller then Nesta but Lucien is Tol, Lucien is very Tol, he’s like a ginger string bean, relatively slender but just..there is no end to him he just goes on forever. Elain definitely makes lots of adorable little teasing comments about like ‘how’s it going up there?’ that always make Lucien smile. And again because I will gladly marry this trope and profess my undying love to it forever and always: clothes size difference. Elain wearing Lucien’s shirts and giggling because it’s basically a nightdress (and she uses it as such)

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?

Elucien: Lucien wears the ‘not guilty’ one because obviously he is a ball of innocence and butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Elain wears the sin one and everyone thinks that it’s because they’re like being funny and ironic and swapping who should have which one. Elain smirks because she knows full well that this is exactly the right way around.

Moriel*: Mor definitely wears the sin one. Azriel wears the not guilty one because she looked at him with huge pleading puppy eyes and he couldn’t say no. Mor very proudly wears the sin one and is very :D about it, because yes, that’s right. (later that night however Az is the one full of sin when he’s peeling her out of said t-shirt.)

Nessian*: Cassian wears the sin one and beams. Nesta flat out refuses to wear the ‘ not guilty’ one to match and that makes Cassian sad for about 0.5 seconds before he comes up with THE GREATEST IDEA ANYONE HAS EVER HAD. He wears both of them, one on top of the other and when someone (either Mor or Azriel - actually probably both) just snorts in derision and not guilty? really? and he just WELL I’M GLAD YOU ASKED and then they both realise they fucked up and Nesta is burying her face in her hands in the background because why do I do this to myself? As Cassian (ungracefully) and dramatically pulls the ‘not guilty’ shirt off to reveal the ‘sin’ one underneath and he’s grinning around and also smirking at Nesta because ‘see sweetheart, this is why you should just have worn the shirt.’ Nesta just snorts and tells him this is the funniest, stupidest thing she’s seen all week this is exactly why she shouldn’t wear the paired shirts. But then Cassian doesn’t really think about anything else because he’s too busy beaming because he made her laugh.

*what likely happens out of these two is that Mor and Cassian both proudly wear their sin shirts and walk up the street arm in arm happily showing them off while Nesta and Azriel walk a little ways behind them and pretend that they’re not associated with these weirdos.

Feyrhys: Rhys sees the t-shirts while he and Feyre are out shopping and drags her over to them like !!!! :D Look!!! Feyre just deadpans ‘No,’ and wanders off and Rhys deflates like a sad balloon but accepts his fate.

47. Who has the more complex coffee order?

Nessian: Nesta: Normal order with general trimmings. Cassian: ‘Just Coffee’

Elucien:

Elain: something so full of milk and sugar it barely counts as coffee anymore.

Lucien: same as Nesta, probably. That or an espresso because sometimes he’s just like....’I’m dying. Revive me.’

Feyrhys:

Rhys: It’s probably so complicated he just hands them a note with it all neatly written out to make it easier for them. It’s the length of his forearm and the longer he talks the deeper the frown lines on Feyre’s head get because...how can coffee be this complicated?

Feyre:....whatever he just ordered, that’ll do.

Moriel: (miss the point of coffee entirely): Mor: a gigantic hot chocolate with all the cream and marshmallows and strawberries and wafers and pretty much anything they can reasonably stuff on top of this thing they do.Azriel: tea.

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