#but happy end of elucien week to everyone!!

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“is it bad that I HC that Gwyn and Lucien end up bonding over being two AC exiles for Az and Elain to be like... why are they even friends? Just for them to be like "dude, we're cousins"

what I would give to see this LOL just putting this out in the universe: someone pls write this!!

I had this cooking and finally got it in a place I liked. Putting this out in the universe too if anyone wanted to write this HC! Heavy on Elucien but maybe part two - choose your adventure kind? Maybe?

Hope you enjoy!

Lucien stood in the softly lit room, a tapestry of emotions etched across his features. He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips in deep contemplation, a slight furrow between his brows, his thoughts churning like a tempestuous sea. Across from him, Feyre watched him with a trace of annoyance, her eyes narrowing as they darted between him and the four meticulously wrapped presents he had placed on the ornate table in the center of the room.

Her voice was tinged with a mix of frustration and curiosity as she probed, "So you really aren't going to show up to the Solstice party tonight?"

Lucien, leaning against the table, exhaled a deep sigh and offered a nonchalant shrug, his eyes not quite meeting hers. "I've made other plans," he replied, his voice tinged with an air of mystery.

Feyre's exasperation grew, her gaze fixed on him. "With who? We lent you the townhouse so you could be with Vassa and Jurian. So, they'll be here, and you'll be where?"

Lucien hesitated, choosing his words carefully before he reluctantly responded, "Not here."

"Lucien," Feyre's tone turned more insistent, a mix of concern and frustration lacing her words.

Lucien gritted his teeth, the painful truth lingering unspoken. The prospect of enduring another Solstice haunted him, the weight of pretending that Elain's indifference didn't affect him becoming unbearable. The anticipation of witnessing her distant gaze, as if she wished he were anywhere but there, compounded the pain. Gifting her another token of his affections only to receive silence in return seemed like a masochistic cycle.

His mechanical eye clicked softly as he tried to maintain composure, "You're mad at me over something else."

Feyre's frustration softened into a weary sigh. She stepped closer, her voice laced with genuine concern, "You've been here for a week, Lucien, and we haven't even had dinner together. Do I need to make an appointment for you to have dinner with us over the next week?"

"I am sorry," Lucien admitted, his voice laced with sincerity and a hint of regret. "People heard I'm on vacation and wanted to catch up."

Feyre's frown deepened as she studied him, a mix of sympathy and irritation dancing in her eyes. "I didn't realize you were so popular."

Lucien extended his hands in a gesture of surrender, his palms exposed in a placating manner. "If I don't get too caught up where I am, I promise I'll stop by. Is that fair?"

“You're not spending the night here? But it’s tradition,” Feyre protested, her voice a touch wistful.

Lucien shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his choices press upon him. “It seems rude to come back here when everyone is asleep.”

Feyre considered his words for a moment before reluctantly nodding her head, the tension in the room easing slightly. She understood his reasons, even if she didn't entirely agree with them.

Lucien couldn't help but flash a warm, reassuring grin as he closed the gap between them, embracing Feyre gently. "Happy Birthday Solstice."

Feyre returned his hug, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Please stop by. It'll make me happy."

—-

Elain returned from shopping, her heart sinking as she caught a whiff of Lucien's signature spiced scent, reminiscent of mulled wine, lingering in the air. She inhaled sharply, her gaze drawn to the four beautifully wrapped presents on the table. She hadn't bought him a gift during her last excursion, and the feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Lucien's generosity only deepened the guilt she felt, a silent reminder of a connection she had been avoiding.

Suppressing her unease, she sucked in a steadying breath and returned to the kitchen to focus on finishing her cooking. She silently prayed that the night would go smoothly, and that Lucien wouldn't try to engage her in conversation.

The day wore on, and Elain became absorbed in the meticulous preparation of the Solstice meal. She took pride in her improved kitchen skills but couldn't help feeling a touch weary, knowing that she had to anticipate four more guests than usual. Her mind wandered briefly to the mysterious presents on the table, wondering what they held and why Lucien had left them.

As she let the last dish cool, she decided it was time to change into something more festive, even though her heart wasn't fully in the celebration. She heard the first guests arriving, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Elain made her way to the staircase, her steps hesitant.

Before she could reach the stairs, she came face to face with Azriel, the same spot where he had uttered those words that had pierced her heart.

“Happy Solstice,” she said, forcing a cheerful note into her voice.

“Happy Solstice,” he replied, his voice soft and filled with an emotion she couldn't quite place.

Elain gave a curt nod and began to ascend the stairs when she heard him say, “Elain, wait.”

She turned back to him, her eyebrows raised, waiting for him to say something, to bridge the chasm that had grown between them. He only looked at her, his shoulders slumped, but still, no words came forth.

“Excuse me, I have to get ready,” she said, her tone a mixture of politeness and distance. Azriel nodded in understanding, and with a heavy heart, Elain continued her journey up the stairs, hoping that the night wouldn't bring about more painful conversations.

Elain took her time getting ready, feeling the weight of her avoidance weigh on her as she prepared for the evening. She knew that she was deliberately sidestepping the issue, and as she made her way back down the stairs, she couldn't help but notice the conspicuous absence in the room.

A gnawing unease settled in her stomach as she looked around the dinner table, the first of many singular questions on her mind. Still, her pride held her back from voicing them aloud.

“Where is Lucien?” Nesta asked, her sharp observation marking his absence.

“Not here,” Feyre replied, her tone carrying a hint of mockery as she took a sip of wine.

Elain furrowed her brows as she took a seat, and Nesta pressed on, glancing towards Vassa and Jurian. “So where is he?”

Vassa and Jurian exchanged a glance and then looked up at the ceiling as if it held the answers they sought. “He mentioned where he might be.”

“Summer Court to visit Alis?” Vassa suggested.

Jurian frowned, deep in thought. “That was last week. I think he’s at Dawn Court with Nuan.”

“No,” Vassa shook her head. “Nuan was earlier in the week. Didn’t Eris say he wanted to meet up with him?”

“I thought he met up with Eris right before Hewn City Solstice,” Cassian chimed in.

“Viviane invited him to their Winter Solstice celebration,” Mor finally answered, unraveling the mystery.

Feyre's expression soured. “So he would rather be at some high-class shindig than here with family? No wonder why he didn’t want to tell me.”

Rhys, ever diplomatic, gave a sympathetic smile towards his mate. “Their celebrations are quite fantastic. A little formal but at least he’s not in Day with their drinking, dancing and dallying debauchery.”

Elain's clenched fists revealed the turmoil within her as the reality of Lucien's absence settled in. She had known all along what it meant, though she had refused to admit it to herself.

“Am I too late?” a voice broke the tension, making Nesta and her friend, Emerie, jump up with excitement.

Elain looked up to see a copper-haired female with a stunning pair of teal eyes hesitantly entering the dining room. Gwyn, she recalled the name. Gwyn sheepishly smiled and exchanged a warm hug with Nesta before finding a seat near them. She then cast a glance towards Azriel, who responded with a grateful smile.

However, that smile quickly vanished, replaced by irritation, when Gwyn inquired, “Lucien’s not here?”

“Evidently not,” Nesta snorted. “We aren't high class enough for him these days.”

Gwyn pouted, a hint of disappointment in her expression. “That's too bad. I was hoping to see him.”

Dinner proceeded smoothly, the atmosphere filled with stories and anecdotes about Lucien's year. Elain couldn't help but grow increasingly irritated as she noticed Gwyn's evident fascination with her mate. Vassa and Jurian happily contributed to the conversation, sharing stories about Lucien that painted a picture of him quite different from the one Elain had imagined.

There were tales of Lucien chasing Tamlin in his beast form to coax him into eat, moments when Lucien had to babysit a drunken Graysen, instances where Lucien's sharp wit had managed to persuade the council to agree in record time, and even times when Lucien and Eris had raised their voices, causing the very house to rumble with their power.

Elain attempted to engage in the various conversations swirling around her, but it seemed that everyone else was preoccupied. Azriel, in particular, was focused on catching Gwyn's attention, while Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian, and Nesta appeared eager to escape for some private moments. Mor and Emerie were engaged in playful flirtation, and Jurian and Vassa seemed entranced by their own private world as they discussed their observations of the fae realm with Varian and Amren.

Elain needed something to divert her thoughts from the realization that she missed Lucien. The longing in her heart was something she couldn't quite comprehend, and it left her feeling adrift in a sea of emotions.

The party eventually transitioned to the spacious living room, where the conversations continued to fill the air. Elain's gaze kept drifting toward Azriel, who was engrossed in a deep conversation with Gwyn. Feyre clapped her hands together and excitedly declared that it was time to open presents. Rhysand snapped his fingers, conjuring even more presents to join the ones Lucien had already placed on the table. Elain's excitement grew, wondering how well the presents she had chosen for her family would be received and suddenly eager to see what Lucien had prepared for her.

As the presents were distributed and unwrapped, Elain found herself delighted with a new cookbook, some shiny baking ware, and a set of gardening tools. Her heart warmed as she felt the gentle tickle of her bond with Lucien, the familiar spiced scent of her mate washing over her.

“Lucien!” Gwyn exclaimed, leaving Azriel behind to give Elain’s mate a warm hug. Elain had to summon all her self-control to keep herself from pulling Gwyn away from Lucien.

He looked impeccable, wearing cream-colored pants, high black boots, and a periwinkle jacket adorned with small snowflakes, and a cravat to complete the outfit. Of course, his attire perfectly complemented Elain’s lavender dress.

“You came!” Feyre greeted him with a bright smile, her arms enveloping Lucien warmly as he returned the gesture with a grin that reached his eyes, reflecting the warmth of the hearth.

“Had to,” Lucien replied with a playful wink, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. “A certain someone might melt my mind tomorrow if I didn’t show.”

Rhysand, ever composed, responded coolly, his sapphire eyes glinting with amusement, “I said nothing of the sort.”

Feyre quickly steered the conversation toward the exchange of presents, her voice eager as she anticipated the joy of the moment. Lucien's smile faltered slightly as he settled into his seat, his features becoming more guarded.

He kept his expression neutral as the last few presents were revealed, his gaze shifting between his friends with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Feyre shifted around, her brow furrowing in confusion before her gaze landed on Lucien, who simply blinked and then looked at Elain, a silent plea for understanding in her eyes.

The first present was a small box for Cassian, wrapped with care and adorned with a simple bow. As Cassian cautiously opened it, his fingers grazing the delicate paper, he discovered it contained only a calling card. "What's this?" he asked, perplexed, his voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Lucien grinned mischievously, the corners of his lips quirking up in amusement. "The name of my tailor. About time you start dressing the part of a courtier in colors that compliment black," he teased, his tone light but tinged with affection.

Cassian's eyes lit up as he whooped in delight, his laughter filling the room like a warm breeze. He threw Lucien a playful grin and said, “I got you something, pretty boy.”

She felt her heart sink when he uttered, “I think that’s my first present,” the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air like a stormcloud on the horizon.

It sank even further when his face broke into a huge smile upon opening his present. Cassian gifted him a set of Illyrian blades, the metal glinting in the soft glow of the fire. He looked at the set of daggers, marveling at the gems embedded in the steel, his admiration shining in his eyes like the sun in the blue sky.

“I was laughed at, by the way,” Cassian said, his voice tinged with amusement. “But Feyre made sure to point out that you like jewels with your blades,” he added, his grin widening as he recalled the memory.

Elain frowned, her mind racing with thoughts she struggled to articulate. She didn’t know that about him, a realization that left her feeling strangely disconnected from the moment unfolding before her.

The second present was a book for Nesta, wrapped in elegant paper and tied with a delicate ribbon. Nesta's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting in astonishment. "Is this what I think it is?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers trembling as she reached out to touch the spine.

Lucien nodded with a smile, his gaze softening as he watched her reaction with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

Nesta examined the book with a mixture of awe and disbelief, her fingers tracing the embossed letters on the cover. Then, with a sudden burst of enthusiasm, she exclaimed, "But this is rare, and you hate this book. This is my favorite book."

She went on to describe the rarity of the edition, her words tumbling out in a rush of excitement and gratitude. Elain listened intently, her heart aching with a strange mixture of longing and regret.

Nesta turned to him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I got you something too,” she teased, her tone playful yet with affection.

The color drained from Lucien’s face as he accepted the gift, his fingers trembling slightly as he unwrapped it with care. Elain watched as Lucien winced while Nesta thoroughly enjoyed his reaction, a sense of unease settling over her like a shadow.

Lucien groaned and held up the book to Nesta, his expression a mixture of disbelief and resignation. Elain's heart twisted with sympathy as she witnessed the exchange, her emotions swirling like leaves in the autumn wind.

“Really?” He asked, his eyes betraying a mixture of surprise and amusement.

Nesta lifted her chin defiantly, her gaze unwavering as she met his gaze head-on. “You can not not read a gift. It’s my favorite book,” she countered.

“Favorite book? You just said that the one I got you was your favorite,” Lucien pointed out, a hint of confusion coloring his words.

“I can have multiple favorites,” Nesta replied matter-of-factly.

Lucien frowned and started to flip towards the end of the book, his curiosity getting the better of him. Nesta lunged at him, her laughter echoing in the room as she tried to pry the book away from him. Elain tried to remain calm as she watched Nesta straddle him, a sense of unease settling over her like a shroud.

“No one dies,” said Nesta, her voice filled with laughter as she tried to reassure him. “I promise!”

Too close, Elain thought, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat. They were too close, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions. She glanced towards an agitated Cassian, his expression mirroring her own concerns.

“Can you please get off my mate?” Cassian interjected, his voice laced with amusement yet tinged with concern.

“She’s on top of me!” Lucien protested, his words muffled by Nesta's laughter.

“No one dies in this one, Lucien,” Emerie confirmed, her tone reassuring. Nesta pulled herself away from him, her laughter echoing in the room like a melody.

The third present was a play bow and arrow for Nyx, the wooden toy gleaming in the soft light of the fire. The little boy's face lit up with excitement, his eyes sparkling with delight as he reached out to touch the gift with wonder.

Gwyn’s eyes widened in surprise as Feyre peered into the present, her expression a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Elain chewed on her cheek nervously as Gwyn and Lucien exchanged a knowing look, their unspoken understanding hanging in the air like a veil.

“Autumn Court tradition,” Lucien explained. “When we reach his age, we choose the weapon that becomes our weapon to master. Not surprising that your son picked that.”

The last present was a package of the molten chocolate Alis used to make for Feyre, the sweet aroma filling the room like a comforting embrace. It brought tears to her eyes, her emotions overwhelming her in a tidal wave of nostalgia and gratitude.

Four presents from Lucien. None of them were hers.

“I guess that’s it for presents,” Feyre said, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, the weight of disappointment hanging heavy in the air like a lingering fog.

The unspoken weight of Lucien's deliberate omission of a gift for Elain lingered heavily, casting an uncomfortable tension that no one seemed willing to address. Elain felt an isolating sense as she sat there, her emotions swirling, sensing the collective gaze upon her. Lucien resumed chatting with Gwyn.

Desperate for reprieve from the scrutiny of her family's concerned gazes, Elain fought to maintain a composed facade, pretending that she was unfazed by the absence of a gift from her mate. With a small, forced smile, she excused herself under the pretense of needing a moment alone.

"I just remembered I left something in the kitchen. I'll be right back," she said softly, her voice barely trembling.

As she left the room and retreated to the kitchen, her heart ached with the weight of the unanswered questions and the awkwardness that had settled between her and Lucien. The sense of rejection and disappointment gnawed at her, but she was determined to keep up the appearance of being fine.

In the kitchen, Elain took a moment to gather herself, her breaths deep and measured as she fought to suppress the tumult of emotions swirling within her. She reminded herself sternly that she hadn't purchased any gifts for Lucien either, though the hope that the presents were meant for her persisted, stubbornly clinging to her thoughts. As her heartbeat slowed and her breathing steadied, she cast a glance at the untouched cake, resolving that it was time to present it to the guests.

Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, she froze upon catching snippets of conversation between Feyre and Lucien in the adjacent room.

"You humiliated her," Feyre's accusation rang out, sharp and cutting.

Lucien's response was swift, his tone tinged with defensiveness, "I would never intend to humiliate her. I merely thought—"

Feyre interrupted, her voice edged with disbelief, "Thought what, Lucien?"

His reply was clipped, filled with frustration, "That perhaps Azriel could offer her the comfort she deserves."

Feyre's confusion was palpable as she questioned, "Why Azriel?"

The tension in Lucien's voice was unmistakable, "Do I really need to spell it out for you, Feyre?"

As the conversation unfolded, Elain's heart raced once more, a surge of anger coursing through her veins. She retreated from the door, her steps quick and purposeful, only to find herself face to face with Feyre upon her entrance.

"What's going on between you and Lucien? And now Azriel?" Feyre's concern was evident in her gaze.

Elain's response was terse, her tone firm, "Nothing. It's nothing."

Feyre's expression softened, but her concern lingered, "Elain, please—"

Elain's patience snapped, her voice laced with frustration, "I said it's nothing."

She turned her back on Feyre, her resolve firm as she focused on finishing the cake. Each movement was deliberate, her hands working with precision as she willed Feyre to understand, hoping her sister would take the hint and leave her be. The tension between them hung thick in the air, an unspoken barrier dividing their shared space. She heard Feyre sigh, a sound heavy with unresolved emotions.

Once Feyre departed, Elain finished the cake with meticulous care, her hands moving with practiced ease despite the turmoil brewing within her. Placing it on a table, she plastered a smile on her face, though the weight of unresolved tensions lingered heavily still. Her gaze wandered across the room, seeking solace in the familiar faces of her companions.

She spotted Lucien, Gwyn, Vassa, and Jurian engrossed in a serious conversation, their expressions grave and their voices hushed. A pang of anxiety gripped her heart as she watched them, sensing the weight of their discussion. And then, her eyes landed on Azriel, standing alone in the corner, his posture rigid and his eyes fixed on Lucien with an intensity that made Elain uneasy.

Feeling a surge of recklessness fueled by anger and frustration, Elain made her way towards Azriel, each step a silent declaration of her determination to confront the palpable tension between them.

Elain's voice carried a hint of defiance as she initiated the conversation, her eyes fixed on Azriel's distant gaze, refusing to be ignored.

"Can we talk?" she pressed, her tone tinged with urgency, a silent plea for understanding.

Azriel's silence was deafening, his demeanor unyielding, but Elain persisted, repeating her question with growing impatience, her gaze sharpening with determination.

"What do you want to talk about?" Azriel's response was measured, his voice betraying a subtle tension beneath the calm facade.

Before Elain could formulate a response, Gwyn's laughter filled the room, momentarily distracting them from their exchange. With Vassa and Jurian engrossed in the allure of cake, Elain and Azriel observed in silence as Gwyn playfully interacted with Lucien, their laughter forming a barrier between them.

Elain's heart twisted with a pang of jealousy as she watched Lucien's easy camaraderie with Gwyn, the contrast to their own strained dynamic stark in her mind. Beside her, she sensed Azriel's clenched fists, his emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

Struggling to break through the tension, Elain blurted out the words that had been weighing on her mind, her voice barely a whisper but heavy with significance.

"You like Gwyn," she murmured, the admission hanging in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities that lay between them, fraught with unspoken desires and unaddressed feelings.

Elain observed the subtle softening of Azriel's features at the mention of Gwyn's name, his gaze drifting back toward the pair engaged in lighthearted banter. Gwyn's laughter rang out like a bell, a melody that seemed to tug at Azriel's heartstrings, while Lucien's grin radiated warmth and charm, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

"I do," Azriel admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and longing. His eyes remained fixed on Gwyn, a silent testament to the depths of his unspoken affection.

Her heart clenched at his confession, the realization dawning upon her with painful clarity. She shifted uncomfortably, fingers nervously toying with the fabric of her skirt, the soft rustle of the fabric a stark contrast to the heavy silence that enveloped them.

"But I thought... I thought that you liked me," she ventured quietly, unable to mask the hurt in her voice. 

Azriel's gaze fell to his scarred hands, his expression guarded, revealing a vulnerability that cut through the shadows shrouding his usual demeanor. Elain felt a pang of sorrow as she witnessed his internal struggle, the unspoken acknowledgment that she had never been enough for him.

She sucked in a shaky breath, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. Despite her diminishing affections, the sting of rejection still lingered, a bitter reminder of what could never be.

Forcing a strained smile, she offered a feeble reassurance, "Lucien is mated to me, so I doubt you have to worry about that." The words felt hollow on her tongue, a feeble attempt to mask the ache in her heart.

A soft chuckle escaped Azriel's lips before his attention returned to the scene before them, where Lucien's grin contrasted sharply with Gwyn's horrified expression as she playfully chastised him. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across their faces, lending an air of intimacy to the moment.

"Perhaps it's my punishment," Azriel mused quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Lucien puts her at ease." The flames danced in his eyes, reflecting the turmoil of his inner thoughts.

Elain's heart ached at his admission, the realization sinking in that she had been blind to the depth of Lucien's impact on Gwyn. She watched the pair with a mixture of envy and resignation, her own feelings tangled in a web of unspoken desires and unfulfilled longing.

Azriel's voice held a note of self-recrimination as he continued, his words heavy with regret, "I was arrogant enough to think that because you weren't interested in him, he wasn't deserving to be your mate. But look how he makes her laugh and smile." Each word felt like a dagger to Elain's heart, a painful reminder of what she had lost.

"I don’t... I don’t give her that," Azriel confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A year ago, she didn't like being touched by any male. She could barely handle being alone with another male, and I was surprised she allowed me to stay with her. But next thing I knew, she was talking about Lucien, and how she was helping him, and then they spent so much time alone together." The confession hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the depth of his longing.

Elain's breath caught in her throat as Azriel's anguish became palpable, his clenched fists betraying the depth of his torment. The soft glow of the fire cast flickering shadows across their faces, lending an air of intimacy to the moment.

"I thought it hurt being the only one among my brothers not mated, but nothing compares to watching someone fall in love and knowing I can't stop it," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken regrets and unfulfilled desires.

"But he's mated to me," Elain reiterated, her words a feeble attempt to anchor herself amidst the storm of conflicting emotions. The flames danced in Azriel's eyes, reflecting the turmoil of his inner thoughts.

"I know," Azriel sighed, his gaze never leaving the pair across the room. "That's what makes it hurts much more." The words lingered between them, a silent acknowledgment of the pain that bound them together.

As they continued to watch, a sense of longing and regret enveloped them both, their unspoken words echoing in the empty spaces between them, a silent testament to the pain of unrequited love and shattered dreams.

---

Lucien felt the weight of Azriel's presence, intertwined with Elain's, tugging at the edges of his consciousness. Though the bond between them pulsed with a muted ache of longing and melancholy, Lucien found it difficult to fully comprehend, given the circumstances. After all, Elain was with Azriel now, having chosen him.

“He’s with her,” Gwyn observed, her tone tinged with a hint of melancholy.

“He doesn't seem that happy,” Lucien remarked, his voice betraying a touch of sympathy.

It was a familiar sight for Lucien, accustomed to witnessing the complexities of their relationship. But for Gwyn, it was a stark realization, one that had taken time for her to come to terms with. She had confided in Lucien about her growing feelings for the shadowsinger, unable to ignore the tension whenever Azriel and Elain were together. Gwyn had attempted to broach the topic with Nesta, only to be met with dismissal, as if Elain's bond with Lucien precluded any possibility of her being with Azriel.

Their conversation drifted back to the library, where Lucien had sought Gwyn's assistance with Vassa's curse. It was there that they had forged an unexpected connection, their shared lineage serving as a bond that transcended their individual struggles. Learning that they were cousins had provided a sense of solace, uniting them as kindred spirits navigating their intertwined destinies.

Lucien had become Gwyn's confidant, offering sage advice and a sympathetic ear as she grappled with her feelings for Azriel. While Nesta and Emerie remained oblivious to the underlying tensions, Lucien understood the turmoil brewing beneath the surface, a silent witness to Gwyn's unspoken desires.

As their friendship blossomed, Lucien found comfort in Gwyn's companionship, grateful for the understanding she offered. Yet, he couldn't shake the sense of irony in their situation - while Gwyn found safehaven in confiding her feelings for Azriel, Lucien found himself drawn deeper into his own unspoken longing for Elain.

“Are you leaving soon?” Gwyn inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctance.

Lucien nodded solemnly. “I am.”

“Can you take me back?” Gwyn's request was accompanied by a note of uncertainty, as if she feared intruding on his time.

“Are you sure? You spent the entire time talking to me,” Lucien remarked, a teasing smile playing at his lips.

“That's because you're family and mated and…” Gwyn's voice trailed off, her words laden with unspoken implications.

Elain's beauty was undeniable, a fact that hung heavy in the air between them. Lucien offered her a gentle smile, his heart heavy with unspoken longing. “Okay. I'll say goodbye to the others, but I think it'll be worth saying goodbye to him too, even with her there.”

----

Elain's heart skipped a beat as Lucien rose from his seat and strode confidently toward Feyre and Rhysand. Gwyn, her presence hesitant, approached Elain and Azriel, her smile radiant yet tinged with uncertainty. Her fingers nervously played with the hem of her cloak as she glanced between Lucien and Azriel, sensing the tension in the air like a palpable force.

Azriel, usually composed, straightened in his chair, his gaze fixed on Gwyn with an intensity that Elain couldn't ignore. His hazel eyes bore into Gwyn's, silently questioning her decision to leave with Lucien.

“I’m leaving,” Gwyn announced, her voice like a delicate melody in the tense air. The words hung in the space between them, laden with unspoken implications.

“With Lucien?” Azriel's tone dripped with bitterness, his eyes darting between Gwyn and Lucien. Elain observed the subtle tension in his jaw, a testament to his internal struggle.

Gwyn affirmed with a subtle nod, her eyes flickering towards Lucien, who had now joined her. The hesitant smile on her lips betrayed her uncertainty, contrasting with the determination in Lucien's expression.

“Ready?” Lucien's voice cut through the awkward tension, his eyes deliberately avoiding Elain's. She noted the slight furrow of his brow, a sign of the turmoil beneath his confident facade.

Elain tried to focus on the conversation, but her attention drifted to the simple piece of string adorning Lucien’s wrist. Its significance eluded her, a stark contrast to the complexities swirling within her own mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Lucien suddenly seemed engrossed in the space between Azriel and Gwyn. Elain observed his subtle gestures, sensing a flicker of recognition in his expression. The tension between them was palpable, adding an undercurrent of unease to the situation.

Then, as if a realization had dawned upon him, Lucien spoke with conviction, “I think Azriel should take you home.” His words resonated in the air, breaking the uneasy silence and igniting a spark of hope within Elain.

His gaze shifted to Azriel, who nodded in agreement. “Yes, he should take you home,” Lucien added, his tone final. Elain watched the exchange with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

But Gwyn's response was unexpected. “Nooooo,” she protested sheepishly, “I asked you.”

Elain felt a surge of determination rise within her, spurred by the sudden turn of events. “I can’t... because…” Lucien faltered, searching for words, but Elain found herself finishing his sentence, her voice unwavering.

“Because he forgot that... I am... joining him,” she declared firmly, her gaze locked with Lucien's. The weight of her words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding.

Lucien's surprise was evident, his brows knitting together in a moment of realization, yet Elain pressed on, her determination unyielding.

“You've been running around the past few days with your vacation, but don’t you remember?” she challenged him, her voice edged with urgency, each word a pointed arrow aimed at his comprehension.

His response was hesitant, his eyes widening in gradual recognition, like two pools slowly catching the first light of dawn. “You knew I was on vacation?” he questioned, his tone heavy with disbelief, the weight of his realization palpable in the air.

Elain met his gaze with an unyielding glare, her eyes flickering with an intensity akin to smoldering embers, silently urging him to grasp the truth that lay before him.

“Yes… that's right…that's what you wanted as your present,” Lucien continued, his voice faltering slightly as he wove through the web of their shared deception, the weight of his words hanging in the charged atmosphere between them.

Gwyn's frown deepened, her brows knitting together in suspicion, as though she could see through the facade with uncanny clarity. But Lucien pressed on, his resolve unyielding, his determination etched into the lines of his face.

“We are going to be late,” Elain pushed, her voice firm and commanding, a note of urgency coloring her words as she tried to steer the conversation back on track, her fingers tapping anxiously against her thigh.

“Az… Azriel… Az … riel … can I trust you to take my cousin home?” Lucien implored, his tone tinged with desperation, his gaze shifting to Azriel with a silent plea for assistance.

Azriel's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a portrait of perplexity as he processed the sudden revelation. “Cousin?” he repeated, his voice tinged with uncertainty, his mind racing to make sense of the revelation.

His eyes flickered with a glimmer of hope as Lucien turned to Gwyn with a scowl, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. “You never told him we were cousins?” he accused, his tone tinged with exasperation, a note of betrayal seeping into his words.

Gwyn remained impassive, her lips pursed in a tight line as she met Lucien's glare with a steely resolve, her silence speaking volumes in the charged atmosphere. But Lucien pressed on, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

“Never… Never…” Lucien muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stave off the rising tide of irritation, his patience wearing thin as the tension continued to mount. "You valkyries are going to kill me," he added with a wry twist of irony, a weary sigh escaping his lips.

Azriel's lips twitched in amusement, a ghost of a smile dancing across his features as he observed the unfolding drama with quiet interest. "You should try training them," he remarked dryly, his voice laced with subtle humor, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes.

Gwyn's smile was tight-lipped, her gaze flickering uncertainly between Lucien and Azriel, silently weighing her options. Sensing her hesitation, Lucien intervened, his tone softened by a note of gratitude.

Lucien, noticing her hesitation, amended, "I owe you one session if you go with him." Elain could see the tension melting away from Gwyn's shoulders, a sense of satisfaction blooming within her like a flower in bloom.

Gwyn's expression shifted to smugness. "Two now." Elain couldn't help but smile at Gwyn's playful banter, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

"I knew your bracelet came with a price. Fine. Two. It’s settled. I’ll see you not tomorrow.” Lucien's resignation hung heavy in the air, a sense of defeat settling over him like a heavy cloak.

As Lucien turned to leave, Gwyn interjected, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “Should you be taking Elain?” she asked, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, a subtle undercurrent of doubt coloring her tone.

Elain and Lucien locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between them. In that moment, a myriad of unspoken emotions danced between them, their gazes lingering a fraction longer than necessary, conveying a depth of understanding that words could not capture.

“Yes, because I said I would,” Lucien stammered, his voice strained with a mixture of apprehension and determination. He held Elain's gaze, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

Heat flushed at Elain’s cheeks, a rush of warmth spreading across her face as she realized the significance of the moment. This would be the first time she would be alone with him, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air, uncertainty mingling with excitement in her chest.

“Yes,” Elain said, her voice steady despite the fluttering of her heart. “And I said we should leave now.” With a firm nod, she affirmed her decision, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead.

Lucien hesitantly offered his arm, a silent invitation hanging between them. Elain reached out, her fingers brushing against his in a fleeting touch, a spark igniting between them as they made contact. She felt all eyes on them, the weight of expectation heavy in the air as they walked out the door together, stepping into the unknown.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Lucien said, his voice strained with a mixture of apprehension and longing, his gaze searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

“They are going to be asking me where you took me, so might as well come along,” Elain replied, her grip tightening on his arm, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles beneath the fabric of his sleeve.

Lucien sighed, a mixture of resignation and gratitude in his breath, the weight of their impending journey hanging heavy in the air. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, a small, genuine smile played at the corners of his lips, a testament to the trust he placed in Elain's judgment. "You're right," he conceded, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of amusement. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Elain furrowed her brow, her expression a mix of accusation and curiosity. "You were in Day, were you?" she questioned, her tone laced with a hint of skepticism.

Lucien stilled, his demeanor shifting slightly at the mention of Day. "What do you know about their celebration?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Drinking, dancing, and dallying debauchery," Elain replied matter-of-factly, her words laced with a touch of dry humor.

A faint blush crept onto Lucien's cheeks at her blunt assessment. "I wasn't there," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "I was in Winter."

"So we are going back to Winter?" Elain inquired, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed the information.

"Ah, no. We are going to Day," Lucien clarified, his tone hesitant yet resolute.

Elain's lips formed a thin line, her features masking her inner turmoil as she absorbed Lucien's words. "For that... dallying debauchery?" she questioned, her tone betraying a hint of skepticism, her eyes searching his for any sign of deceit.

Lucien's brow furrowed, a fleeting shadow of defensiveness crossing his countenance. "I am mated to you. I would never dream of being with someone else," he assured her earnestly, his words laden with sincerity. "But yes, that's where we are going."

Elain remained silent, her thoughts swirling tumultuously as she wrestled with the implications of his admission. Lucien couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in her demeanor, a blend of uncertainty and something more enigmatic, a mystery he longed to unravel.

"Interesting that's where your mind went to," he commented, a note of curiosity coloring his voice as he observed her reaction, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Elain's glare intensified, her gaze piercing as they winnowed away to Day Court's celebration, the tension between them simmering beneath the surface, unresolved and fraught with unspoken emotions.

#elucien #elain x lucien #gwynriel #elucien fanfiction #elucien fanfic #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel fanfic

[lunainfortuna]

It's so funny to me when someone says that ‘gwynriels and elriels are equally problematic/toxic’ and that ‘people weren't harassed! that's fiction!’ because you just had to be there (or have to be here) to know how this shipwar really works.

You just had to be there to remember how Azriel's bonus chapter leaked. And who exactly celebrated first. You had to be there to remember how Gwyn and Az, as a ship, were welcomed in this fandom. How people who shipped them were ‘insane’. Or how Gwyn was ‛just a maid/servant’ (I'm being sweet. We all know what she was actually called). Then, how Gwyn ‛could not be with Azriel because she couldn't have sex, you all. She was a SA victim!’. And then, all the harassment towards real people: us and content creators.

I could ask my fellow gwynriels: raise your hand if in 2021, after SF, you were harassed!

You just had to be there, now in 2022, to know how the ending of HOSAB was leaked. I mean, we all are familiar with ‛bread and roses’. Do you remember who once again celebrated first? (or celebrated at all). Because I do. Do you remember what it was like to be a gwynriel then? Or how many of us were heavily harassed? 🤷🏻 You just had to be there, weeks ago, to know how CCT3 spoilers were leaked and by whom. You just had to be there to know exactly how this fucking shipwar works.

But somehow we are as toxic as them. We cannot answer them or answer all the false information they spread because we are ‘fighting and not enjoying things’. We cannot mention Elain and Azriel or debunk their theories because oh, damn, we are fighting again! Just let us fuck the shut up and let them call us whores, hoes, stupid. Or let them say that victims of SA can't have a sexual life. Or print us and share on their pages to make fun of us. Or change canon facts and distort Sarah's every word.

Funny. It's so funny when someone also says that we all could be ‘happy’ and enjoying things together without disturbance.

Like we haven't tried already. Like, before us, there weren't Eluciens.

No one is angry that someone is shipping something different. NO ONE. We are angry by their fucking behavior.

See, if you feel comfortable by not getting involved in this shipwar, great! If you haven't been harassed, that's perfect. I'm happy for you. But do not assume that everyone is like you. Do not assume you know how this shipwar works. Do not assume how gwynriels and elriels behave without seeing it. Do not assume we are here being ‛lazy and childish’ by pointing out that they are nastier.

Believe me, any of us could leave our social media and forget about this while elriels would still be saying shit about our ship and us. And I'm not excusing bad behavior from gwynriels. I know it happens. A lot. But we aren't the same.

Go look closer. Talk to some people. Some content creators.

Dito isto, como brasileira, devo admitir que o fandom gwynriel anda bastante equivocado. Quase se assemelhando ao elriel. Por isso, peço: não sejam. Não interajam com conteúdo do ship ao lado, especialmente fanarts. Pelo amor.

#fandom fuckery #gwynriel #elucien #my breakfast was ruined by this #let us just. be for real #bye

[labellefleur-sauvage]

Heat Above

In the sudden uncertainty of her life, Elain Archeron seeks comfort in an unlikely source: her mate Lucien.

For Elucien Week 2023 Day 1: Mates

The specifics of Elain's visions don't exactly seem well-described in the books, so I'm interpreting her visions (and how the end of ACOSF could affect them) and their potential ties to Lucien here. I like to imagine that Elain's visions will guide her towards her mate, and I wanted to try writing something in the ACOTAR universe for my favorite pairing, so here we are!

Thank you for everyone @elucienweekofficial for organizing this event!

Rating: Explicit. Word Count: 3.9K

Read on A03

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In the span of a day, both of her sisters nearly died. 

And there was nothing Elain Archeron could do to save either of them. 

It all worked out in the end, they each soothed her. Nesta triumphed over those wanting to destroy her and became a Valkyrie, a living legend and feared warrior even the Illyrians idolized. Feyre survived the birthing bed—how, exactly, no one deigned to explain to her - and introduced her son Nyx to her family, everyone weeping joyously.

Everyone was safe. Everyone was fine.

And Elain’s visions had been out of control ever since.

It was as if a momentous shift occurred, like something—or someone—had altered the preordained fates the Mother lovingly crafted for each and every Fae and set everyone a new, uncertain future.

Her visions had never been regular or clear, but now they were chaotic and overwhelming. Death, blood, war, grief, terror and interlopers, interspersed with breathtaking happiness that Elain felt with her entire being: family dinners, Solstice celebrations, walks in unknown meadows, tending a garden on a bright, green hill, and holding hands with a foreign yet familiar male with flaming red hair.

That red-haired male was a frequent guest in her visions now, for whatever reason. Nearly every day she saw a glimpse of him, sometimes alone—his handsome face wreathed in sunlight, an open window behind him, a contemplative look on his face—or with someone she quickly realized was herself, such as when she saw him kissing down, down, down her body…

Elain shut her eyes. It was just like when she had been newly turned and her visions were constant, to the point where she didn’t know what was the present and what was the future, what was real and what wasn’t.

It was all too much, yet not enough. Elain wanted to turn her brain off, to have no thoughts at all, yet she craved more, needed to know what may happen. 

She was alone, yet surrounded by people. There was no one who could help her.

Except one. 

There must be a reason he kept appearing in her visions.

Elain leapt up from her bed and hurriedly dressed. She hoped he still kept his apartment by the river.

“Oh, hello Elain,” Feyre called quietly from the couch in the living room downstairs. Rhys was on the ground next to Nyx, swooping a toy bat over his head. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Just for a walk,” she called, gathering her shoes. 

“Would you like some company? Nyx is due for a nap, and a trip in the stroller—“

“No!” Elain yelped so loudly even Rhys raised a surprised eyebrow at her. “Er, thank you, but it’s just something I need to do by myself.”

Elain let herself out of the River House with Feyre and Rhys’s gentle murmurs behind her, then made her way into Velaris. She didn’t actually know where he stayed or if he spent his time with someone else.

No, she thought resoundingly, turning down a sleepy street lined with attractive apartments, Elain knew her mate hadn’t been with anyone since that horrible day in Hybern.

She stood in front of a clean and unassuming building. Something told her this was it. But how to get in? She was just about to knock on the front door of the building and hope someone would let her in when the door opened and she saw Lucien for the first time in months.

“Elain?”

He looked good. Handsome, clean, and put together in a deep green jacket and brown pants. Two small sections of hair were braided at his temples. 

Elain wondered if he would ever braid her hair, if she asked.

“Elain?” Lucien asked again, confusion and concern flooding his voice. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” Elain said, remembering herself and why she was here. “I came to see you.”

Lucien paled. “I see. Would this be better handled inside?”

“Hm. Yes, I think that would be for the best.”

Without a word, Lucien opened the door and led her up a series of staircases to an apartment on the top floor. Like everything about Lucien, it was clean and quietly elegant and put together: soft curtains fluttered on either side of the windows thrown open wide to let the cool breeze in, and several tasteful chairs were arranged around a low table in the middle of the room. A simple kitchen was in the corner, and a closed door was on the opposite side of the room.

Lucien sighed. “Are you here to break the bond?”

Elain looked startled. Why would he assume that? 

True, Elain had been ignoring her mate for years now, too frightened to belong heart, body and soul to any one being. After Graysen, after Azriel, after her entire world upended when she was pushed into the Cauldron, Elain couldn’t bear the thought of having another supposed constant in her life turn away from her. 

But to permanently sever ties with Lucien, especially now when her visions were pointing him towards her, left an empty, hollow feeling in her stomach.

“I—no, I’m not here to break the bond,” Elain replied. Lucien let out a deep breath and visibly relaxed. “I’m here to ask you why I keep seeing you.”

Lucien’s brows furrowed. “Seeing me? I haven’t seen you in months.”

“No, not like that,” Elain said with a slight roll of her eyes. “I see you. Constantly. In my visions.”

Lucien raised an eyebrow. “And there must be a reason,” Elain went on. “I see you in my mind everyday, without fail, between my… other visions.” Elain winced. “But the only good visions—if that’s what they really are, and not just some type of hallucination—only feature you. And I want to know why.”

Silence greeted her. “You came to see me,” Lucien said slowly, an eyebrow still raised, “to ask me why I keep appearing in your visions?”

Elain flushed. When he said it that way…

“I thought you previously said you couldn’t control your visions. How would I have any control over something you can’t?”

Elain bit her lip. He was completely right—there really was no good reason for her to have come here, to see Lucien and demand answers for something he had nothing to do with. But some part of herself knew Lucien was connected to her sudden violent visions—why else would she have visions of him constantly, and feel the urge to see him now, if he couldn’t help her?

“I—I thought—“

“I’m sorry Elain,” Lucien said quietly. “I don’t know if I can help you.” He looked away, a pained look on his face. “Would you like me to escort you home?”

Elain furrowed her brows. “You want me to leave?”

Lucien raised a quizzical eyebrow. “I just told you I don’t know how to help you. You ignore me for months when I give you gifts and space—I imagine you can’t stand to be in my presence since I told you something you didn’t want to hear.”

Elain glared at him. “Don’t assume to know what I want.”

“You’re right. I can’t assume to know anything about you, because every time I’ve tried, you’ve ignored me like a coward,” Lucien replied coolly.

“I’m not a coward!” Elain hissed, her cheeks turning hot.

Lucien chuckled unkindly. “I bet that’s all you’ve ever been. Hiding behind your sisters, using them as shields so you don’t have to confront anything in your life that bothers you.”

Elain grit her teeth, unable to deny Lucien. Why did she think he would help her, even if he could? Lucien probably detested her, loathed her for everything she’d put him through, and she couldn’t even blame him. 

“Even if I were somehow able to help you,” Lucien went on, putting distance between the two of them, “who’s to say you’d do anything but ignore me after I somehow banished myself from your visions?” Lucien leaned against a kitchen counter, directly in front of a wide window, the morning sunlight streaming in and bathing him in light. “At least this way, I can find comfort in the fact that I’m on your mind in some capacity.”

Elain sucked in a breath. It was identical to her prior vision: Lucien, surrounded in sunlight, his red hair gleaming. His golden mechanical eye paled in comparison to the glow he gave off now. The anger and frustration she felt for the male in front of her faded away. 

If this vision was true, what about the rest of them? Danger and sadness, but also eventual joy and happiness. Could one be had without the other? Was it worth risking everything to find out?

“You’ve been so cold to me for so long,” Lucien went on, ignoring how Elain was looking at him. “You ignored me, tossed me aside—“

“You’re my mate,” Elain breathed, and everything suddenly clicked in her mind. Yes, it was inevitable that there would be death and grief and bone crushing sadness in her life. They had been ever present in her life before she was turned, when she was human, and those emotions would be with her, in some way, shape or form, in her current life. The only difference was that now she had someone to weather the storm with her, and make her remember that happiness was always worth the sadness.

“What did you say?” Lucien asked quietly, looking at her.

“You’re my mate.” The more she said it, the better it felt, settling in her body and cementing her to the present. “You’re my mate. There’s only you.”

Lucien stared at her. The only sound in the room was his mechanical eye, ticking and moving faster than Elain could track. 

“Don’t say things you don’t understand,” Lucien said quietly, staring at the ground. “To say that to me, it’s, it’s…”

“Admitting what we both knew and have been avoiding?”

Lucien took a deep, steadying breath. “How do I know this is real?” Lucien jerked his head to look at Elain. His eye was wide and Elain could hear the fast beating of his heart. “How can I tell if this is what you want?”

Elain cocked her head, staring at the open vulnerability sketched on her mate’s handsome face. “Because I’ve seen my future. I thought it couldn’t be real, that some things must be wrong, but…”

“But? But what?”

“They’re all real,” Elain said quietly. “Horrible, horrible, things, coming soon and also later, but great things as well. Happiness, a family—all with you.”

Lucien’s eye widened. “You’ve seen that? Us? Together?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not saying this because of what you’ve seen? You still have a choice in your future.”

She did, and her own heart sped up to match Lucien’s at the tenderness in his tone. Even now, he wanted Elain to have a choice, and wanted Elain to choose him.

“I think my visions have been urging me towards you for a long time. They know what I’ve been too afraid to admit.”

“And what’s that?”

“That I could be happy with you. That I will be happy with you.”

Lucien swallowed but didn’t move towards her, a wary look on his face. From what she’d heard about her mate from Feyre and Rhys, Lucien was never short on words, but his silence hung over their heads in the room.

Elain had already taken the first metaphorical step towards healing her relationship with Lucien—what were a few physical steps to convince him of her words?

Walking towards Lucien like he was a frightened animal, Elain stopped right in front of him. His heart was still beating fast—nerves, excitement, anticipation, she couldn’t be sure. 

“I still hear your heart.” Elain took one of Lucien’s large hands in hers—he was so warm—and held it against her chest, over her own stuttering heart. “Do you hear mine?”

Lucien gasped, his eye wide and mouth open as if he could finally hear the constant drumming of his mate’s heart, like Elain had heard ever since she emerged from the Cauldron. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but she swore she saw some type of shimmering cord wrap around Lucien’s hand from where it connected with her chest and traveled along his arm—

Elain lost sight of the cord entwining them together when Lucien leaned down and kissed her, consuming her mind, body and soul. 

It was blissfully silent in her mind for just a moment before a wave of images flashed before her eyelids, one after another after another, too fast for her to comprehend. It was like a lifetime’s worth of visions being crammed into the space of a few seconds and Elain gasped, overwhelmed with everything—

“Elain, what’s wrong? Breath, breath for me.”

And just as soon as they appeared, her visions fled at the first touch of Lucien’s touch, one hand on the back of her head, another on her lower back and rubbing soothing circles against her with his thumb.

“There, that’s better.” Lucien continued comforting her, and Elain realized what a fool she’d been the past years, to deny herself the sheer solace her mate provided her with just a few soft words and touches. “Was that…?”

“Yes.” Elain worked to steady her breathing. “I saw everything.”

Lucien paled. “Everything?”

Elain nodded, staring up at him. “We’ll travel… somewhere together. And Vassa will be wreathed in a crown of flame and feathers.”

“Elain—“

“Your father will rise to his full glory—”

“Beron?”

“No, the other one,” Elain snapped, massaging her temples. If only he could see. “And you’ll take your place next to him.”

“Other one? What are you—?”

“The man at the lake will fall and his birds released into the wind, but not without great cost.”

Lucien stared at Elain aghast.

“The Dread Trove will be restored, with the help of visitors from worlds so close to ours, but separated by the thinnest of veils.”

“Elain—“

“But we’ll be happy together, in the land of perpetual sun.”

“We will?”

“Yes, the two of us. You glow in the future. And we’ll have children—I’m not sure how many, at least two—“

Lucien’s lips stopped any more words from leaving her mouth. “Elain,” he chuckled against her, his lips kissing the corners of her mouth. “Let’s leave some things as a surprise, hm?”

“But what about—umph!”

Lucien’s lips slotted against her own again, his hands cradling her jaw, and Elain let her train of thought taper off. 

“We don’t need to worry about any of that now,” he whispered. “Let your mate take care of you, hm?”

Elain wanted to argue, that they absolutely should worry about what she had just witnessed, but then Lucien was kissing her again. His big hands trailed down her waist, then over her hips and behind her to cup her bottom. Whatever would come to pass would come—not admitting to her feelings and spending time with Lucien wouldn’t change that. 

So Elain twisted her hand in Lucien’s shirt and nipped at his lips and smiled in triumph when she felt him gasp against her. Her victory was short-lived: with one graceful swoop, Lucien carried her in his arms towards the closed door in his apartment.

As she suspected, it was a bedroom. Elain didn’t have time to study the room in detail, as Lucien tossed her on the bed then followed after her, climbing on top of her and resuming his heated kisses.  

“Is this alright?” he whispered, his lips trailing down her jaw, throat and collarbone.

“Yes!” she gasped as his lips skimmed her upper chest. She was on fire, and knew Lucien would only stoke the flames of her desire the more he touched her. “Off, off—!”

Together, they wrestled her dress off and soon, Elain was bare in front of her mate on his bed. Before, she might have felt self conscious—she’d only been with Graysen, and that was in a dark room—but she had no reason to be embarrassed, not when Lucien was staring at her like his world had just been shattered and made new in the span of an afternoon.

“Elain,” he croaked, glancing at her body before settling on her bright face. “You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.”

Elain smiled, her chest warm and beating, before Lucien was on top of her again, his lips against hers. She threaded her hands through his long hair and moved her hands over his neck, his back, his chest, anywhere that she could, just to feel more of his body. 

Lucien moved down her body, his lips licking and pecking at her sensitive breasts, her bellybutton—Cauldron, she had seen this too—before settling between her legs.

“Yes?” he asked, an eyebrow raised. Still checking on her, making sure she wanted this, wanted him. Lucien was breathing heavily, his eye darting to the curls between her legs and her heated face. He swallowed, like he was barely holding onto his restraint.

Elain wasn’t faring any better. “Yes,” she responded desperately, canting her hips towards him. Lucien needed no further persuasion: gripping her inner thighs, he wrenched her thighs apart and lowered himself between them.

The first, hot press of his tongue against her folds had Elain arching her back against his bed. The next swipe of his tongue against her clit made her grab Lucien’s head and keep him right where she wanted him. 

Lucien didn’t seem to mind; groaning into her cunt, Lucien kept licking and sucking, gradually inserting one, then another thick finger inside her tight channel and thrusting. Elain moaned her approval, too delirious with pleasure to form words. 

After nearly no time at all, Lucien crooked his fingers a certain way inside her, his tongue flicking her clit and his eye intense on her face, and Elain was coming. It was all consuming, but immediately her body craved more, more, more.

“Lucien!” Elain gasped, pushing his head away from between her legs, where he had been gently lapping at her swollen bud. “I need you!”

Lucien sat back on his haunches, breathing heavily but studying Elain. “You already have me, Elain.”

Elain felt her heart twist, knowing he’d given himself to her the day she crawled out of the cauldron and the mating bond snapped. But although Lucien had long ago given himself to her, Elain hadn’t yet done the same for him. She needed to reassure her mate that she wanted him.

Silently, Elain rose from the bed and helped Lucien discard his clothes. The more and more golden-brown skin he revealed to her, the warmer Elain felt; whether the heat was coming from Lucien or herself, she couldn’t be sure. 

Soon, he was naked, and Lucien’s glorious body was on display. Elain felt a sudden rush of pride: this strong, clever, handsome male was all hers, and no one else’s.

“Have you…?” Lucien began when he was over her once again, the tip of his cock brushing her folds.

“Yes,” Elain responded, shifting her hips to get comfortable. He was so close to where she needed him.

“Are you sure—“

Elain stopped his question with her lips, soft and sweet, against his. Lucien was on his elbows above her, his face inches from her own. Silently, she moved her hand over the scars on his face and traced them gently, then leaned up to kiss them lovingly. 

Shivering, Lucien pressed against her, working himself inside her tight channel. He went slowly, letting her adjust, until finally he bottomed out inside her. 

Elain felt full. Not just from Lucien’s length, but from it all meant for her: having someone with her, always, to defend her, protect her, care for her, and support her. She belonged to someone, and someone belonged to her. She could cry from how happy she felt. 

And as Lucien finally shifted his hips and began moving, his body and his heat above and within her, Elain felt grounded for the first time since she was turned. Her mind quieted, no longer tormenting her with what would happen, but blessedly blank, letting her focus on being with her mate. 

Elain was thankful; she didn’t want to miss any of what she was experiencing. Lucien was thick inside her, moving slowly but steadily. He was being so polite, exactly what she expected from the gentleman Elain knew Lucien was.

But Elain was selfish, especially now, and she wanted more.

“I need—“ Elain gasped, unsure how to communicate what she wanted.

Like Lucien could read her mind, he shifted one of her legs up against his hip and thrust hard inside her. Stars exploded behind her eyelids and Elain could hear the smirk in Lucien’s voice. “Is that what you needed?”

“Yes!” Elain moaned as Lucien leaned back on his knees, her leg still propped up against his body. 

“What else do you need, Elain?” Lucien crooned softly above her, increasing his pace inside her. He swiped a thumb over her clit.

“Yes, Lucien, more,” Elain begged quietly, quickly approaching her peak.  

“Ask nicely,” Lucien grunted. He was fucking into her hard now, hilting his cock fully inside her. Sweat rolled down his neck and chest. “Tell me what you need.”

“Keep touching me and stay with me, please.” She hadn’t meant to say that last part. After everything they’d been through, it was too much to ask of him. Elain expected Lucien to freeze, but it only seemed to spur him on.

“Anything. Anything you want,” Lucien groaned, his thumb furiously circling her clit and like an explosion, Elain came. It was like nothing she’d felt before; indescribable pleasure raced up and down her spine, pleasure that came from not just Lucien touching her, but the knowledge that he was hers, and she was his.

Elain was dimly aware of Lucien cursing to himself before he pressed his length inside her and came, collapsing on top of her as his orgasm petered out. He rolled them over so Elain was on his chest.

If Elain thought his heartbeat was loud before, it was nothing compared to the explosive drumming now. It soothed her, though, and Elain felt her eyes drift close after only a few moments.

“I’m sorry,” Lucien whispered against her temple later that afternoon after they had woken up for a second round of lovemaking. “For those horrible things I called you earlier. That wasn’t fair of me.”

“But they were true, as much as it hurts to admit it.”

“But that doesn’t mean I needed to say them.”

Elain sighed into Lucien’s chest and twined her legs with his under the thin sheet on his bed. “If you hadn’t said them, I’m not sure we would have ended up here, right now.”

“But surely you saw this coming.” Elain could hear the grin on his face. “Surely one of your visions—“

“My visions have told me quite a bit about the two of us,” Elain admitted, her cheeks red. “But didn’t you say earlier that some things should be a surprise?”

Lucien dropped a kiss to her nose, and Elain felt his heat suffuse her entire body with that one peck. “I did say that. I may not be terribly fond of them, but if they all concern you, then I’ll gladly let each day with you be a surprise.”

#elucienweek2023 #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar #my fic #my fics #i have given up on moodboards #and will now be making crappy banners for fics #gRAphIc DesIGn IS mY pASSioN #like this is laughably bad lmao #anyways this fic is my first canon universe fic for these two #a court of thorns and roses #happy elucien week!

[withclawandvine]

elucien week 2023: mates + travel 

title: lost in your current (like a priceless wine)��

summary: On Elain’s birthday Lucien sends her a gift. She decides she’s going to put an end to these unwanted, unreciprocated presents once and for all. Instead, something begins. 

wc: 3.9k 

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48605005

note: happy elucien week everyone! this is my frist-ever (slightly behind schedule) elucien fic that i sort of stumbled into by accident. it really surprised me, but the words just kept pouring out until i realized i had pages and pages. and then…. i let it sit. and sit. almost forgetting about it until earlier this week. but by then, there were gaps in my memory and my imagination. i couldn’t remember or figure out where this story was headed. 

which is why i’d like to dedicate it to the wonderful @lucienarcheron , who was so lovely and kind enough to beta read this for me. without her encouragement and thoughtful suggestions, this fic would probably still be collecting dust. so gigi, thank you from the bottom of my heart, and i hope you enjoy the final product and don’t find as many typos !!  

“Happy birthday, El!” Feyre said for perhaps the dozenth time that evening, tossing this one over her shoulder as Nesta impatiently pulled her along the sidewalk by the elbow. Feyre’s joyous cackle seemed to reverberate off the mountains, too big for this earth. It filled Elain too; she practically floated up the steps to her townhouse, stopping halfway to wave at their shrinking figures.

She almost didn’t notice the parcel on her welcome mat. 

One more step and she would’ve tripped over the narrow box. She bent over to pick it up, get a closer look. There was nothing written on it, no indication the box was even meant for her until she took it inside and opened it. 

Although the note was simple, the few lines had her head spinning: 

Something to celebrate with. 

And one of the things I miss most about my home court.

 — Lucien

With shaking fingers, she set the small card aside, revealing an emerald bottle with a hand-scripted label. Autumn Orchards Sparkling Cider. Elain brought it closer to her face, blinking disbelievingly at the number printed underneath, certain she’d read it wrong; the bottle in her hands was older than the man who gave it to her. 

Admittedly, Elain didn’t know much about the man in question, but she was aware of the nature of his relationship with his family. She couldn’t help but wonder what pains he might’ve gone through to acquire the priceless vintage. She couldn’t help but wish he hadn’t. 

She stared hard at the bottle, as if she could divine an explanation from the bubbles floating in the liquid. This was the first time Lucien had given her a birthday present, which then begged the question of how he even knew about it. Of course, as soon as she thought it, the answer became painfully obvious — Feyre.  

Mother forbid her little sister mind her own business. Her, and everyone else on this island. Prythian, she thought, was much too small, and home to creatures who’ve grown weary of their endless power and and immortality. What significance could a birthday have to someone like that? 

Someone like you, a little voice in her mind whispered. 

She wrenched the cork free — primal, fae strength was good for some things, at least — and took a hearty swig. 

She’d been bracing herself for a burning in her nose or a sort of cottony feeling on her tongue. Instead, it was crisp and sweet. Bubbles danced on her tongue, and she could already feel her cheeks and chest blooming with heady warmth. She hadn’t prepared herself for the possibility of liking it so much. She brought the bottle back to her lips, carrying it with her as she paced her small apartment. 

It was almost like a game: one swig for every question she couldn’t answer. What was he playing at? Had he left this on her doorstep himself or sent a currier? Did it matter? 

She shouldn’t have opened the bottle. She should’ve just stashed it away to age another hundred, thousand years with the other gifts. The back corner of her closed had become a sort of purgatory. If this went on much longer, she’d have to move her clothes. 

She could imagine it so clearly, it might as well have been a vision: an avalanche of Solstice gifts past and future crushing her, if the guilt of reciprocity didn’t get to her first. She needed to put an end to this once and for all. 

Stumbling in her haste to get to the closet, Elain pulled down the dusty box that contained a pair of white gloves and a midnight blue velvet case. And, after a moment of staring at it hanging in the back of the wardrobe, she ripped the green coat off the hanger and tossed it onto her bed. She stared at the collection, trying to decide how best to transport it. 

She looked out the window at the setting sun. A cool breeze rustled the yellowing leaves; summer was finally letting go of Velaris. 

Before she could overthink it, Elain slipped on the jacket and stuffed everything else in the pockets. She shoved the sleeves up roughly, freeing her hand so she could snatch the half-empty bottle of cider back up. Elain downed another gulp before starting down the path she knew, deep in her bones, would lead to Lucien Vanserra. 

His personal apartment was, as it turned out, on the other side of the city, nestled over a small cafe. Far from Court, far from her. In any other moment, she’d be glad for it. But now, in this moment, her legs were tired, her hair clung to the sweat on her neck despite the chill, and she was out of cider. 

By the time she could hear that all-too-familiar heartbeat, the sun had disappeared. The brilliant Velaris starlight guided her up the stone steps until she was standing on the small balcony that overlooked the Sidra. 

She winced at her thunderous, clumsy knock and cursed the drink that had caused it. 

Lucien’s face was the picture of shock. His heart was pounding. But his voice was perfectly composed and genteel, “Is everything alright, Lady?” 

Elain had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at the honorific. Did he ever tire of being so polite? She knew she did, and that it likely showed in the sharpness of her smile. “Completely fine, my Lord. I just came to return your things.” 

His head tilted curiously, and Elain thought that out of all of them, Lucien looked the most undeniably other. He was exactly what she’d pictured as a girl, hearing stories about the beautiful, wild fae. “My things?” 

At this, she did roll her eyes, gesturing to her body, cloaked in green brocade. With her free hand, Elain fished in she pocket for the white gardening gloves and presented them. 

"This is mine," he said, reaching out and tugging at the collar. His knuckles brushed against the sticky skin of her throat, and she felt it all the way down her spine. "But I'm afraid those aren't quite my size." He nodded to the gloves while holding up his callused hands, as if in surrender. Elain's own palms twitched in response, begging her to give in, give in, give in. She curled them into fists, her knuckles turning white around the bottleneck still locked in her grip. 

"You know what I meant," she said through gritted teeth. Her shoulders rolled, trying to wriggle the fabric off, but even that subdued shake was enough to make her dizzy. She threw her arms out in an attempt to recover her balance, the fabric pooled around her elbows suddenly pulling tight, stopping any further movement. Movement of her arms, anyway. The rest of her uncoordinated limbs were more than happy to continue their journey to the ground. 

Lucien’s hands found her shoulders just as her knees buckled, his fingers digging into her skin as he bore her weight, all but lifting her back into an upright position. His grip slackened, but he didn’t move his hands for another beat, reassuring himself that she was steady on her feet. When he was satisfied, he gestured to the open door behind him with one hand. The other slipped over her shoulder and onto her back, as if in a gentle nudge, "Why don't you come inside for a bit?" 

Surely he wasn't being serious. Elain racked her brain for a polite excuse, but she’d already abandoned politeness by showing up on his doorstep unannounced. So she forwent it entirely with an impatient huff, "Why don't you just take the damned gloves?" 

"Why don't you?" His tone fell just short of playful. As if he'd meant to tease, but realized mid-sentence that he really did need to know. He studied her face, perhaps trying to read the answer she wasn’t speaking. And when whole seconds had passed and he was still looking, Elain twisted her lips into a scowl for him to study instead. She stood there, face pinched, arms crossed, and hating the vulnerability he was letting her witness. They didn’t do that. 

Not that Lucien noticed; his eyes were closed, and he’d tilted his head to sigh up at the stars, "Archerons." 

He spoke with a sort of bone-deep resignation that infuriated her. Sighing as if he'd expected as much from her — as if he knew her. 

Retroactively accepting his offer to come inside, Elain wedged her way between the doorframe and the man standing in it. 

The space smelled overwhelmingly of him. The urge to inhale deeply had her holding her breath as she unceremoniously removed his jacket, losing her hold on the sweat-slicked bottle in the process. The plush, woven rug beneath her feet spared it from shattering, and by extension, Elain from any further mortification. A single bead of golden liquid dripped from the lip of the bottle, instantly soaking into the vibrantly patterned wool. 

Lucien's brows rose, and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips, "I suppose it’s a comfort to know you didn't hate all of the gifts." 

Elain couldn't help it. She snorted, abrupt and undignified. She tried coughing to cover it, but Lucien's head just tilted a little in either surprise or amusement, and she had to concede, "You can be quite funny." 

His expression grew contemplative. "I've never made you laugh before." 

"I wanted to," she admitted. "But I couldn't." 

"You can only laugh when you’re drunk?" 

So Feyre had been right — he was quick-witted. Elain would’ve appreciated it more if she weren’t so far from it herself. 

"I'm not drunk." The argument was punctuated by a sharp hiccup. 

Elain crouched down to pick up the bottle, if only to avoid the smug look that was certainly gracing Lucien's face. When she stood up, the room spun and she felt herself move with it. Her free hand slammed onto the table, steadying her. "Okay, maybe a little." 

Lucien pulled out the chair next to her, gesturing for her to sit. She regarded the seat warily. As much as she didn't want to make herself comfortable, she also didn't want to be just another stubborn Archeron sister that he found so predictable. So she sat. 

Lucien left the room, soon returning with a pitcher and a glass. He poured water into the glass, then set both in front of her. Elain drank greedily, feeling water trickle down her chin, sliding along her throat. Lucien’s eyes tracked its descent into the bodice of her dress before fixating rather determinedly on a tapestry hanging just to her left. Elain dimly registered that she should be embarrassed by her lack of decorum. Lucien was a courtier, and a prince in his own right, and she — she needed to leave. 

"Thank you," she said primly, "for the water. But I really should be getting h—" 

"Why couldn't you laugh?" The words all came out in a rush. It was odd; he was normally so composed and well-spoken. The delivery was almost as startling as the question itself. 

Elain was tempted to tell him he was right all along: she did have to be drunk to laugh, that ladies didn't chortle. But she hesitated a beat too long, and any attempt at cleverness would just come across as cagey. 

“Laughing, sharing jokes — it connects people.” And they were already so deeply and intimately intertwined as it was. 

“Is that really such a bad thing?” Lucien asked with the barest hint of exasperation. “Wouldn’t it be nice to at least be able to speak to each other?” 

He pinned her with a beseeching gaze she couldn’t look away from. Something was stirring in her chest. The bond perhaps, yawning awake and blinking its bleary eyes back at Lucien. You again. Elain crossed her arms, as if to make a barrier. Maybe stubbornness really was her birthright. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say.” 

Lucien laughed, sharp and barking, startling Elain and bringing heat to her cheeks all at once. She watched him master himself through narrowed eyes. 

“Forgive me,” he drew in a sobering breath. “I just —” He broke off again, biting down hard on a smile. “I have troubles believing that.” 

It was as if all the legends had suddenly become true, and Elain was incapable of telling a lie. She settled for deflection, “It sounds like there’s something you’d like to say to me, though.” 

A surprised blink, but he recovered quickly, “How much time do you have?” 

He reminded of her of herself: a master of talking without ever really speaking. Surely he’d also spent a lifetime honing his skill. And now they were staring down the point of a double-edged sword. 

“Most of it isn’t worth repeating,” he admitted. “Just me, trying to figure out out from afar. Unsuccessfully, I may add. Most of us — myself included — grow up seeing a mating bond as a blessing, a gift. I’ll admit that makes it difficult to fully understand why you…” He trailed off with a shake of his head. “What you’re thinking.” 

“You were given a gift, Lucien. I am the gift. Made and delivered to you by the Mother herself.” 

So much about her had changed. Her ears and her limbs and her senses. Her mind and what it was capable of. It was hard not to think about what else might’ve been changed, been molded to fit him. Before she’d even coughed the water out of her brand-new lungs, her life was tied to his. 

“I haven’t been able to settle into a life that doesn’t fully belong to me,” she said. “I don’t fully belong to me.” 

“So you’ve said.” He had the nerve to sound bored.

“I don’t know why I expected you to understand.” 

“How could I? It isn’t as if every plan I’d laid out for myself was completely upended in one night or anything like that.” 

“Oh, you want to talk about that night?” She could barely hear her own vicious sneer over the blood roaring in her ears. Whatever plans Lucien thought she ruined could not be compared to what she’d lost and it was insulting for him to even try. “Where shall we start? With me getting dragged out of my bed by a company of strange men? Or maybe we should skip ahead to when I received the absolute honor of being drowned first?” 

“Is that where you’d like to start?” Lucien’s voice was soft, imploring, almost. 

She bit back a frustrated scream. This was just like him; when she suggested he stay in Velaris, he disappeared for weeks on a diplomatic assignment. When she wanted to be left alone, he came bearing gifts. And when she wanted him to bite back, to fight with her, he was patient and coaxing. 

Elain didn’t want to start anywhere. It didn’t matter if she went all the way back to the day she was born and started from there — it all led to the same place. The ageless dark. And the truth was that she didn’t really want to talk about it; she never even let herself think about it. 

She shook her head, and it throbbed with the motion. She squeezed her eyes shut until the pain ebbed, and when she opened them, the glass in front of her was full again. 

Had he read the pain on her face or could he feel the encroaching hangover himself? There was still so much that she didn’t understand, a whole half to the puzzle she was missing. Perhaps it was time she started putting the pieces together.

She laid the first one on the table. “I’ve never talked about it with anyone. Ever.” 

“Your sisters never — ” 

His tone was far from accusatory, but Elain still felt a surge of protectiveness that had her cutting him off, “There was a war. And after … we all moved on.” 

“Including you?” 

“It’s been years, Lucien.” 

“I know how long it’s been.” 

Her mouth twitched, a hint of a teasing smile, “You’ve been keeping track?” 

“It’s circled on my calendar,” he quipped back, not missing a beat. And in a blink, he had become serious, “It’s not a day I’m likely to forget, either.”

His hand moved, as if to reach for hers, but it just lingered on the table between them for another moment before he seemed to think better of it, and drew his arm back. “You’re not alone in feeling like a pawn, or like everything — everyone — that came before,” he swallowed hard, “no longer matters.” 

 It was like she was seeing him clearly for the first time. He looked tired, and Elain swore she could feel the ache of an age-old wound, still festering. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask about it, not yet. And so the silence stretched, unbearable.

“Your note,” she blurted. “It said this is one of the things you miss most about Autumn. What else do you miss?” 

“The apple tarts.” 

Elain tried not to let herself deflate. One conversation was a mere ripple in the wake of years of distance and indifference. She had earned her position as a near-perfect stranger; it was ridiculous of her to expect an earnest answer.

“My mother didn’t get to spend much time in the kitchens, but when she could, that’s what she made.” Elain’s throat tightened at the fondness in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes. “Hers were the best.” 

He didn’t stay on the topic of the lady of Autumn for long, instead going on to confess that he also missed the weather and the smell of the air itself. Cool and crisp, earthy. It was the hardest thing to adjust to in Spring, the heady sweetness in the air. 

“But I’m sure the gardens were breathtaking.” She mused, mostly to keep him talking. 

He didn’t disappoint her. 

The gardens were lovely to look at, but he couldn’t imagine they would hold her interest for very long, since there wasn’t much actual gardening to be done in one that was always in bloom and maintained by magic. But she would love the hanging gardens in Rhodes, vines and vibrant blooms cascading over the high stucco walls, a jewel at the heart of the city. 

As he spoke, he led her around his apartment, pointing out the gifts of the world — the rug beneath their feet was brought back from the continent, and the spiced tea blend next to the kettle was brewed at every cafe in the Day Court. Messages in Adriata are sent in bottles, bobbing through the blue canals and if they get lost to the waves, they return decades later as sea-smoothed stones of every color. The beaded curtain spanning the little window above the sink was made from it. Elain’s thumb ran over the rounded edge of a cobalt fragment, marveling at the magic of the sea. 

It struck her suddenly — the memory of begging Nesta to brave it with her. To see the continent and everything else. Her body tingled with a feeling she was so sure had abandoned her: curiosity. 

Nestled as high up in the mountains as Velaris was, the nights were cold. Especially in the winter, which accounted for more than its fair share of the year. Which made the heavy quilt spread across Lucien’s bed, in his own words, priceless. 

“I drug the thing down to breakfast with me my first few mornings,” he said as he pushed open the bedroom door. “So Viviane it sent back with me.” 

If his scent was powerful in the entryway, here it was overwhelming — oak and earth, she realized. Like the Autumn air he had just confessed to missing. She wondered if he knew he carried it with him. 

The room was small and spartan, the only furniture being an armchair in the corner and two small tables flanking a neatly made bed. The quilt spread across it was a work of art; jewel-toned patches cut out of myriad fabrics — soft suede, plush velvet, and wool tightly knitted into intricate patterns. She wandered closer to inspect the mosaic they’d been stitched into as Lucien recounted his last trip to Kallias’s court. The glistening citadel and the jagged peaks that surrounded it. His truly humbling first attempt at skating. The melted chocolate drinks that restored the warmth in your bones and made your eyelids heavy. 

Elain’s own gaze had become bleary enough that she could scarcely read the numbers outlining the beautiful gold clock ticking from one of the nightstands. Fighting off a yawn, she let her legs — now stiff and throbbing dully — fall onto the edge of the bed. 

She reached for the edge of the blanket, squishing it between her fingers to test its thickness. The back side was lined with snowy fur, lush and silky. “Are the winters here really as bad as the Winter Court’s?” 

“Cauldron, no.” Winter had the kind of cold that pierced your lungs unless you were born to breathe it. The sun was little more than an illusion. You could see it, but never feel its warmth. “But many of the rest of us are willing to brave it for the Festival of Lights.” 

“Winter has a Starfall?” 

“Not exactly. It’s…” Lucien shook his head, struggling for words. “Well, for starters, it’s more beautiful than Starfall could ever hope to be.” 

“Don’t let Feyre hear you say that.” Elain had a hard time believing it herself. She could never find it in herself to be indifferent towards her current home on Starfall. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” He eased onto his back and closed his eyes, as if conjuring the Lights for himself. When he started speaking again, his voice was soft and reverent. “They look like streams, flowing in the sky. Vibrant colors you can only see because the night is so black. Nobody knows the source, but it’s widely believed that it comes from passed spirits, lighting the way for new souls.” 

As Elain tried to imagine it for herself, they lapsed into silence. But unlike before — unlike every time before — the quiet wasn’t pinning them down. She let it linger, listening to the soft and steady beat of Lucien’s heart. 

Basking in the warm glow of the lamplight, she felt, for the first time since entering the Cauldron, that time had stopped with her. Not something to helplessly watch as it raced past her, but to settle into. She wondered how many more pockets of complete tranquility she might find, how many wonders she could behold, with him.

“That sounds remarkable,” she said, peeking over her shoulder at Lucien. His head was nestled in the crook of his elbow, looking so perfectly at  peace, Elain worried he might have fallen asleep. His hummed It is, let her know that her concerns were not unfounded. 

She glanced at the clock again; there were only a few hours left until sunrise. Dawn would break reluctantly, as it always did in the City of Starlight, but nothing else would be the same. She could feel it. Before she could let the notion scare her, Elain reached for Lucien’s hand, open-palmed in the space between them. She needed him to look at her, to see what she couldn’t put to words in her eyes. When her fingers brushed his, Lucien’s eyes flew open, but he didn’t pull his hand away, so Elain didn’t either. 

She squeezed his hand gently and deliberately, “I would love to see it.” 

“I’m due back in a few weeks on an errand for Rhysand,” he began slowly, sitting back up to face her properly. His eyes darting up and down the shape of her before meeting her gaze. “Perhaps you would like to accompany me?”

#i can't believe i actually got this done #we did it joe #elucien week 2023 #elucienweek2023 #elucien #my writing: acotar

[poisonivy206]

back to december (all the time)

Elain x Lucien (T) | Read on AO3

First and foremost, the happiest holidays and a wonderful Christmas to the lovely @writtenonreceipts​, whom I’ve had the honour to write for this year, as part of the ACOTAR Secret Santa Exchange! 💖 @acotargiftexchange​ 

What started as Christmas fluff in the English countryside turned into a bunch of angst, but I feel like that’s still somehow representative of the holidays?? Nonetheless, I promise there is a happy ending and some Christmas magic to come still. The fourth and final part of the fic will be posted on New Year’s Eve, just in time for my personal favorite night of the year. 

Writing this has been an absolute joy for me, and I’m so glad it introduced me to you. I hope you enjoy it! All the love!

Many thanks and much love to @iftheshoef1tz and @houseofhurricane for their help as betas allll the encouragement ✨

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back to december (all the time)

They are old friends, you could say. In the way that people who grew up in the same small town in the English countryside are. In the way that people who’ve known each other for longer than they haven’t are. In the way that people who’ve seen each other grow and change and fall apart are. But they’re not those people anymore. The Elain and Lucien standing here now haven’t known each other for years.

Lucien is always searching. Elain is afraid to be found. When life happens, they have to find themselves before making their way back to each other. Thirteen years of twists and turns, hard decisions, old dreams, and new hopes.

elucien | modern AU | teen & up | 3/4 parts

I. december 1996

When Elain steps into her childhood home for the very first time in two years, music is already playing, and tinsel, gold and silver and all kinds of sparkly, is spilling out of at least half a dozen boxes scattered over the hallway floor.

There are four pairs of boots drying on the rack, which must mean that everyone else has already arrived to Stow-on-the-Wold.

Elain had hoped she would beat her sisters and their husbands here, have some time alone to mentally prepare for the days to follow, but despite the anxiety blooming in her chest, she can’t help but smile.

She hasn’t seen Feyre and Nesta in months, although they all live within a ten-mile radius now, and the last few times they had met, she had been in a rush, or tired, or upset with Graysen.

She still is. Tired and upset with Graysen, that is. But she’s missed them both like crazy, and at least for a few moments, it feels like that’s enough to take her mind from everything she left back in London.

When Feyre had called her, only a week ago, and asked if she were willing to come home - home home - for the holidays, she had immediately said yes, all the reasons she usually avoids Stow pushed to the back of her mind in favor of a week away from her job, her relationship, her neverending list of responsibilities.

A loud crashing sound in the back of the house stops her train of thought before she sinks into sorrow, and annoyance, and Oh God, I’m just avoiding my life away—

“Jesus fuck,” Elain thinks she can hear, and the following huffs and puffs, desynchronized and loud enough to be heard from where she stopped at the entrance, tell her Rhysand and Cassian must definitely be struggling in the living room.

“Elain! Finally!” Feyre squeals from the kitchen doorway.

Before she knows it, Elain is pulled into an uncomfortably tight hug, her sister’s lilac and pear perfume enveloping her, making her chest light up with joy. She wraps her arms around Feyre’s shoulders, trembling fingers digging into her back, and tries to blink the moisture away from her eyes.

By the time they untangle, Feyre is the one actually crying, big fat tears making her appear younger than she is. Elain gives her sister a once-over, and her breath catches when she reaches Feyre’s round stomach, barely covered by the cream jumper she is wearing, her seventh month of pregnancy obvious in every possible way.

She’s known Feyre and Rhysand are having a baby, of course. She had been there when Feyre had made the announcement, all their closest friends gathered around their giant living room; but seeing her now, like this, makes everything painfully real.

“Oh my god, you’re so pregnant,” Elain lets out on a breathy laugh, eyes wet again.

What she means to say is I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I’ve missed so much.

I’m sorry I haven’t been there to see this happening.

Read in full on AO3.

#acotar secret santa 2022 #elucien #elain and lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar #acotar fanfiction #SJM #modern au

[houseofhurricane]

Will the accidental pregnancy spinet be used as a premise to your Elucien fic? I really adore the snippet, I think that they were so in character and just the whole situation seems fitting.

So, funny story, yes, I am very slowly working on turning that snippet into an Elucien fic. I currently have about 11,000 words written but I've been working on other things in between (mostly a giant Dramione fic that has taken over my life, more on that in a bit). I know not everyone loves accidental pregnancy as a trope—and I think it's hard to write well—but I weirdly love it and do want to come back to it, I just have come up with way too much plot and this thing is going to end up being at least 50k words if I do it the way I want to.

However. I have already released part of this fic as a standalone, which is like we dream impossible dreams. This is, shall we say, the inciting incident for the whole accidental pregnancy storyline, also known as straight-up Starfall smut. It's meant to be most of the first chapter of the larger fic.

And, because honestly who knows when I will release the rest—hopefully before 2024 because I like to come back to this fic as stress relief—here's another scene, where Elain tells Nesta she's pregnant and then visits a healer. It needs edits for sure but it has the vibe:

“Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, and the words are the gentlest command Elain has ever heard leave her sister’s lips.

“Lucien and I—” she struggles for the right words, heat on her cheeks, the back of her neck, and then it bursts from her, “I took him to my bed at Starfall, and now I’m pregnant.”

To her credit, Nesta only squeezes Elain’s hand.

“How do you feel?” she asks. “There are potions, if you’d rather not be pregnant. I would get them for you, or find you a healer if you preferred.”

“I’m aware.” Elain tries to focus on how grateful she is that Nesta would help her, to dismiss her annoyance that her sister would think she was so unaware. After all, she hasn’t told Nesta about that corner of the garden, of the small, or of the well-fenced plot where she grows the key ingredients for poisons. And perhaps this secrecy is why they all think so little of her, think she could not be anything more than ornamental. She shakes her head to clear it, clenching her fingers in the towel. “And I am… there are many things to consider, but even if I’m overwhelmed, I’m happy. I want this.”

“We would help you, of course. You’re not chained to Lucien. Unless something has changed between you, and you want to be.” Nesta offers her the glass of water again, and Elain drinks, grateful that the liquid settles easily inside her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told him.”

“What did he do?” Nesta’s arms are crossed over her chest, her eyes going silver at the edges.

“Nothing. He said it was my choice, if I wanted more than what we had at Starfall.”

“And what do you want, Elain?” The slightest hint of annoyance in her voice should not surprise her as it does. Lucien has become an ally of this court. Still, Nesta used to hate him.

“There is too much between us.” She waves her hand forward, trying to indicate distance, the magnitude of what she sees. “The mating bond, all this future between us, what I feel when I see him… And what would he be like, when he found out his mate was pregnant? You know how Rhys was.”

“Lucien is nothing like Rhys,” Nesta says, and Elain watches her sister smother the anger in her eyes. But Elain can’t forget those weeks after Feyre learned that her child would kill her, and her mate had made them all keep the knowledge from her. The haunted look on Feyre’s face, when she thought no one was looking. 

Nesta had been the only one with anger fierce enough to offer that barbed truth. Which is why Elain sought her first.

“I want to see a healer,” she says. “Not Madja.”

“There are healers in the library,” Nesta says, understanding instantly. “They won’t ask unnecessary questions and they’ll keep your secrets.”

I hope that tides you over for a bit! One day, there will be an entire fic... I just have no idea when that day will be. But I'm glad you're excited about it, because I love this fic too. 🧡

#asked and answered #elucien #elucien fic #elucien accidental pregnancy #this is the thing i get asked about more than anything and honestly i love it #i am not above just posting everything i've written in answer to tumblr asks

[littlereds-fanfictions]

Elucien Week- Day One: Masks

Elain sneaks into an autumn court ball in hopes of proving herself to the night court, only to bump into the person she least expected to see there. Her mate.

(I know this is a bit late but hopefully it still works! Happy Elucien week everyone!)

It was so much like back when she was a human... and not. The lavish hall was decorated in trimmings of gold and crimson. Something about the place resonated in Elain. Maybe it was the music that rang out reminding her of the days when Nesta would spin around ballrooms... human ball rooms with a smile on her face. Now however she did it across fae ballrooms.

While it's true Elain missed her human life, she did not morn it anymore. No instead she was going to adapt to her fae one, even if it meant sneaking out to prove she was good for more then just sitting in the garden and taking care of her plants.

The music hummed and twirled in the air as lavish gowns and intricately made shoes swiped and hissed across the glistening marble floors. For a moment, as Elain peered into the ball room her stomach dropped.

So many people-fae she didn't know. And while it was true barely anyone knew the way she looked, Elain, for a moment, worried someone might recognize her.

Reaching up to her face she let out a breath, her gloved hand brushed across the mask she wore, and she let out a sigh in relief. Masquerade ball, it was a masquerade ball. Even if someone would know her on sight because of the mask and gown she wore-completely different from her usual attire, no one would recognize her. Well almost no one.

The ballroom was even more lavish then the hall, with floating lights of varying shade- wait no those weren't lights... that was fire. Little balls of fire floated around the room in descending shades of orange red and gold.

Elain let out a breath, this was simple- easy even. The fae weren't used to being charmed like humans were. She could do as she had done in the past, smile and bat her eyes and anyone would give her all the information she wanted.

Stepping fully into the room she looked around. P-Fae were decked in elegant colors of rich autumn colors. Burnt oranges and crimsons, golds and burnished coppers. It made Elain feel as though she was stepping into a battlefield.

Her golden skirts swished as she glided across the edges of the ballroom, frothing flowers and butterflies shifting on her skirts making it seem as though she was being trailed by a cluster of glittering beauties.

Her mask, cupping the shape of her face and enhancing her cheekbones was dotted with small flowers, petals and butterfly wings on the sides.

As she walked, Elain felt eyes turning to her despite the music still playing and lively chatter racing around the room. This is exactly as she planned.

She was thankful, for her friendship with Nuala and Cerridwen but even more so for Azriel. Their friendship had become more of a friendship then before. Mainly due to Elain realizing Azriel and her were better as friends and because of a certain priestess her sister had befriended.

If it weren't for Nuala and Cerridwen, she wouldn't have been able to get all these clothes and if it were for Azriel she wouldn't have been able to come here.

She was surprised, to say the least, when he offered to help her. When Azriel offered to cover for her while she went to the autumn court to get information. Maybe, the priestess was helping Azriel change for the better. Truthfully Elain did not know, regardless she was thankful.

The music softened as the song came to an end and Elain watched as me-males stared at her for a moment. She pushed a smile on her face and tilted her head.

The song finally finished, and males said their goodbyes to their partners, slowly slinking over to see Elain. She smiled wider and suddenly a red-haired male in so dark a crimson it nearly looked black bowed before her.

"May I have this dance my lady?"

Elain began to nod and offer her hand when she felt something strange- no she heard it. A beating, steady and comforting, a beating familiar and gentle- the beating of a heart. Elain blinked and faltered with her hand.

He was here? No, no her could be here, could he? She swallowed, pushing back the mixture of so conflicting emotions. Relief and panic, worry and concern. Joy and-and fear.

"My lady?" The male began his voice lilting not in worry or concern but somewhat amusement and Elain blinked

She needed to focus, focus... while she was on the dance floor with this male she could look to see if she could find him. Then avoid him at all costs.

"My apologies," Elain said offering her hand, "You may."

The male took her hand and guided her to the dancefloor. The two stepped into frame and the music started once again. They began to spin and for a moment Elain looked around, not seeing anything or anyone new.

Maybe she was just imagining it- but it was still there, the beating getting louder and softer as she spun across the floor.

"So," The male holding her began, "how long are you going to pretended?"

Elain blinked and looked at the male in front of her, laughing slightly she tilted her head. He had to think she was silly and naive.

"Pretend what?"

"That you're not Elain Archaeon."

Elain froze and blinked looking at the male in front of her. Eyes glimmered and a smile flashed. A familiar smile on a familiar face. How could she have not realized it before.

"My brother doesn't know you're here, does he?" Eris Vanserra chuckled.

Elain kept a smile on her face but shot daggers through the mask at him.

"I don't understand why it matters. I haven't seen him in months."

Her tone shifted as she felt something bitter slip in, was she disappointed about not seeing him? Yes, but was it for the better yes!

"Yes, I know, he isn't acting at all the way I expected him to. No moping around hoping you'll ask for him to come, to see him." Eris began turning Elain in a spin, "instead he's off running around as Rhys's lap dog. Doing all and any work he can."

Grinding her teeth, Elain squeezed Eris's hand as she hissed.

"Lucien isn't a lap dog!"

Eris's smile widened and he pulled Elain in a bit closer.

"Yes, I know. But it is a bit surprising to see you defending him after the way you've been treating him."

She took in a breath, a faint image she could entirely make out flashing before her eyes. Danger... danger lied with him and her together. And being with him meant she was accepting what happened to her and she wasn't. No, she will never fully accept being fae, even if she gets accustomed to everything, she will always know that this wasn't her choice.

"It's for the best."

Eris snorted, a dark and bitter sound that seemed strange to Elain. He seemed upset but it didn't seem because right.

"For your lover or for him? Because as far as I can recall you and the spy master had begun a relationship. So, it seems you have no problems with fae, just Lucien."

Elain glared at Eris who raised an eyebrow and then laughed. He cared for Lucien... that much Elain could tell. Why else would he be pestering her with questions and getting upset she refused to be with him?

"I never expected to see such an expression on your face. Everyone says you're the innocent and harmless one..." Leaning in Eris whispered in her ear, "But I think you are far more dangerous then you let on. After all you got here, didn't you?"

Elain froze and the song came to an end. Eris released her and bowed. However, he retook her hand and began guiding her towards the edge of the ballroom.

"There is someone who wishes to meet you. And don't worry. It isn't my brother."

Elain's eyes narrowed, however she had heard Eris could be trusted, so she let him guide her. Out of the ballroom, into the hall and to a room. Releasing her hand Eris knocked softly, gently... even more uncharacteristic for him to do. Whoever-whatever was inside Eris cared about.

"Come in," A soft voice remarked.

Eris pushed the door open and gestured for Elain to enter. She gave him a suspicious look however he just sighed.

"I will stand watch; she does not want me to hear this conversation I assume."

With suspicious high and clenched fists Elain walked into the room. Sitting on a velvet couch was a startlingly beautiful woman with red hair and glimmering russet eyes. She was wearing green, a rich emerald green. She smiled when she saw Elain and gestured for her to sit down.

Elain sank into a seat nearby and looked the woman over. The woman just stared at her a soft, broken smile on her face.

"You are Elain," She whispered, and Elain nodded.

"You are as beautiful as he said- well wrote..."

Elain blinked and tilted her head before reaching up and removing her mask. A woman important to Eris, red hair and those eyes...

"You're Lucien's mother." Elain whispered.

The woman smiled and nodded, "Yes, however, you may call me Calida."

Elain smiled slightly, then felt a strange pang. She had been so rude to Lucien and yet Calida was still being kind.

"I'm sorry," Elain began but Calida waved a hand.

"You should not apologize, especially not to me. However," She sighed and reached out to take one Elain's hands, "if you do not wish to be with my son, please, just reject the bond. Let him be free, he cares for you so much and-"

Elain blinked as she realized something and pulled her hand from Calida's.

"How do you get letters from him? I thought he had been banished and was considered an enemy of autumn."

Calida looked to the door and smiled, "Help, let's just say I have help."

The heartbeat got louder, and Elain blinked, thinking about what Calida said. Reject the bond? Could she do that? When he was the comfort, she used as night terrors yanked her from sleep, when visions hit her and shook her to the core? Could she give that up? Could she give him up? When his heartbeat calmed her down and the mere sound of it, beat strong and steady made her feel safe? Could she give him up? When this entire time she never really thought she had him?

The heartbeat got louder, and Elain shook her head. Meeting Calida's eyes she side.

"I'm sorry Lady Calida, but I can't do that."

Calida tilted her head looking Elain over, watching as tears began to fill her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because" Elain sniffed as she heard angry whispers outside the door, "I need him."

The door suddenly swung open, and Calida gasped, Elain turned to see standing in the doorway his face turning pale, Lucien. Dressed finely-so finely Elain's heart wanted to sing. He was handsome, she knew that but seeing him now. By the cauldron she couldn't breathe. He blinked his russet eyes and his metal one swirled.

"Elain?" He muttered in confusion and slight distress.

"Hello Lucien," She replied, tears slipping down her face as her soul found it didn't really have to fight to sing.

Hello mate

#elain x lucien #acotar #elucien #elucien week #day one #masks #elucienweek2022

[the-autumn-court]

I posted 1,270 times in 2022

That's 1,270 more posts than 2021!

4 posts created (0%)

1,266 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 30 of my posts in 2022

#elucien - 7 posts

#elriel - 5 posts

#gwynriel - 4 posts

#acotar - 4 posts

#fandom wank - 3 posts

#monster smut - 2 posts

#signal boost - 2 posts

#do not support plagiarism - 2 posts

#incorrect quotes - 2 posts

#this is not something to ignore - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 111 characters

#got attacked by an elriel within a week of joining this tumblr fandom for daring to wish for lucien's happiness

My Top Posts in 2022:

#4

All of the intense fighting between Elucien and Elriel shippers makes me wish everyone’s wrong and Elain runs off with Mor.

0 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#3

Elucien or Elriel?

I’ve seen a lot of posts on how the other side of this shipping war (aka both sides) only have an opinion when it comes to which ship will come out on top.

I just want to say - BOTH sides only have opinions right now because until SJM publishes something, nothing is set in stone or proven.  Both sides have credible evidence that their ship is going to happen.  Only one side is going to ultimately win, and the other side will be upset.

Can we not just be really excited for Elain’s journey, regardless of who she ends up with?  We’ve seen her go from this boring, two-dimensional, meek character to one who is much stronger than most people around her give her credit for.  She stabbed the King of Hybern to protect her sister (and Cassian).  She volunteered to go after the trove.  There is real power simmering under the surface.  She is coming into her own and I can’t wait to see the ultimate queen she is going to be in her book.

1 note - Posted August 23, 2022

#2

I love watching Elliot Brooks and she did a great video on divisive issues in reading - at approximately 8:12, she has a great segment on shipping and shipping wars and I love her for it.  She perfectly sums up my feelings on shipping.

5 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Wishlist for ACOTAR #5

My wishlist for the next (full-length) ACOTAR book:

- Gwynriel & Elucien - Happiness for all pairings (whatever they may be, with a little angst along the way) - success in war - surprise twists and turns - more Emerie - more Gwyn & for her to finally leave the library - redemption for Tamlin (as bad as he treated Feyre, he was also dealing with his own trauma - guy needs a break) - Lucien finding out he is the son of Helion

10 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

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[shadowisles-writes]

Hi, it's me (I'm the problem) your secret santa,

How has your week been? Crushing it in the bio lab (I'm sure)?

I'm about 2,500 words into your fic and I just wanted to ask a few clarifying questions:

Do you like Eris in fics? or would you prefer he largely stay out of them?

Is there anything in particular you do/don't want to see in a fic?

And what's your favorite thing about Elucien? What draws you to them?

Thank you and ho ho ho (and a bottle of rum) your favorite reindeer owner

Hello (from the other siiiiide),

I am NOT crushing it in the lab, we now have middle school level drama going on because a 36 years old woman can't tell a 23 years old girl that she doesn't like one thing she once said. I am avoiding everyone like the plague until it settles.

OoooooOOOOOOOooooH that's a lot of words I'm so excited jgbvtjrhtbgjrhbg. I absolutely am an Eris apologist, he's too sexy for me to not like him, feel free to include him if you want to.

I am so easy to please, as long as you don't kill of my favorite character I'm all good. Also I'm a sucker for happy endings, angst that ends in angst hurts too much for my weak lil heart.

Ugh Elucien is everything for so many reasons. Reluctant soulmates to lovers is the perfect trope, you can sprinkle some sister's best friend in here if you patch up Feyre's and Lulu's friendship. Lucien is the son of the high lord of the Day Court aka the sun personified and Elain needs sunlight??? HELLO?? Elain is the only Archeron that still seems worried about being A LadyTM and Lucien is the perfect gentleman and most skilled courtier in Prythian. Also Elain being hesitant because Graysen hurt her + Lucien being hesitant because the woman he loved and thought was his mate was killed in front of him and that's a whole lot of trauma = angst, comfort, and mutual healing.

It's been lovely to see you in my inbox (omw to get some limes so I can make mojitos with all that rum) <3

#secret santa #ask

[moononastring]

ONE MONTH TO WEDDING DAY! Can I just say that it was a terrible idea to rush and the stress has not stopped. Me and Nick got into a HUGE argument like probably the worst we’ve ever been in last week and I’ll still cry thinking about it because we both hurt each others feelings because we would not listen to one another. All good now of course but man this has been crazy and I just figured I’d update you guys because I’m still so excited even with all the stress and unruly family members and SEATING CHARTS. Who knew there was so much drama about who sits where and why and dude my head spins just thinking about it. I think I’ve almost got it down so fingers crossed 🤞🏻🤞🏻

I saw you interviewed for a job at your old university? How did it go? Was there an offer that was acceptable or still waiting?! The people want to know and by the people I mean me at the very least ☺️ I put the vibes out for you so hopefully it works ☝🏼❤️

I’ve been not sleeping because of you know stress and just read all of SMTB over the last like week and I originally found you because of your ACOWAR re-read and then binged all of your Elucien fics and finally gave Eris a shot here. This is the first Eris centric fic I’ve read and GIRL why is he so good and lovable and the biggest idiot 🥹 so goooood. You’re super talented as if we all haven’t told you already but I really appreciate you and the fact you let me spill the tea on my life and supply the best slow burns ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhhhh one more month!!!

I know this is an incredibly stressful time and weddings are always nuts so don't get too down about your argument. I'm glad you both are good now though! If it wasn't obvious before, you and Nick are my OTP so I ALWAYS WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU GUYS ARE OKAYYYYYY. You both are in love and excited to be married which means you learn to communicate with each other even more. Arguments during wedding planning seem inevitable just because of the stress 😂 BUT it will all be okay!! It will be a beautiful day; if things don't go EXACTLY TO PLAN, don't sweat the small details. It's always the bigger picture that counts: you and Nick feeling great and having a good time. Please remember to eat during the day my gal lol. Also, in case this also wasn't obvious, I want a full-length report on the wedding afterward (as I'm sure everyone else will as well HAHA). I heart you and I send you ALL the best vibes for the rest of the planning and day of ♥️♥️♥️ May it be smooth sailing from here! (and rigorous spicy times!!)

The interview went great! They took my references and from what seems to be happening, an offer should be coming 👀 According to my friend (who was my old coworker lol) they sounded "obsessed" with ME HAHA. It'll all depend on whether they pay me my worth from here SIGH. HOWEVER, I also got an interview request from another company and the position sounds right up my alley! I'm excited to chat with them tomorrow and see if the position is actually a good fit and then I'd have to make a decision. So...we shall have to see! Whatever is meant for me won't miss me! And I super duper appreciate you asking my darling 🥹♥️

Ugh, I'm so glad you found my blog and it was a chance for us to connect! Thank you so so so so much for your kind words about my writing! It means so much and is always flattering to hear! I'm so happy you enjoyed reading my elucien fics and now SMTB! Writing has been hard and ngl, I'm slowly drifting away from writing for fandom 🙈 I'm happy my fics can at least help when you can't sleep haha!

Take it easy darling! It's stressful but the end goal is the best part! I can't wait to hear about it!! You're always welcome to share with me! In fact, I insist!! 🥰🥰🥰

#operation get dicked down 'nonnie #I heard getting dicked down helps with stress?? HAHA #asks #'nonnie #I cherish you darling #gigi's tea time

[elucien22904]

elucien week day seven: free day!!

modern insta au

*click on pics to see full comment sections*

@elucienweek <3

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #acotar edit #instagram au #acotar au #elucien week #me putting my three years of yearbook to use #but happy end of elucien week to everyone!! #ur all so talented #<33333

[foxybananaaaz]

Why dot you write something other then eluciens it's getting old

Don’t you get tired of this Anon?

I didn’t think this would be so offensive. Elucien is the pairing I enjoy writing. I understand them, and feel comfortable writing them. Yes, I write almost exclusively Elucien fanfiction. But that does not mean I have not written for other pairings.

For example, here are some single character centric works

We have Finding Peace.

It is from Jesminda’s point of view after she dies. True, there is hint’s of Elucien towards the end, but that is not the main point. The main point is this is a story that follows Jesminda’s journey after death.

Some say your heart will always be tied in some way to your first love. Jesminda had not immediately found the the promised eternity after passing.

And Lucien returning to the Forest House.

Yes there are some mentions of Elucien, but like Finding Peace, they are not the main focus of this work. The main focus of this work is Lucien realizing that the Forest House has changed, and is a welcoming warm place now that Beron has died.

Going home for the first time, in a long time.

Moving on to ship centric works

Then there’s Two Sides of the Same Coin.

This is a one-shot written for my friend, dedicated for my them, featuring Eris Vanserra, along with my own Original Character Bitki. As soon as I created Bitki, my friend had immediately shipped her with Eris, and because of that it got stuck in my head, so I had to write this for them.

The bed is big enough for two people without two people without touching, but unfortunately there is only one blanket.

I have two for Nessian, one being a very short, very quick Drabble answering a question, and one being a slightly longer Drabble.

Halloween Costume Mixup.

This one came from an ask, the question being if my favouite ACOTAR characters went to a Halloween party, how do I think they would dress up. I had actually answered in fanfic style for Nessian, where as I described plainly for Elucien.

Nesta and Cassian decide to go to the families Halloween party as Luke and Leia. They have very different ideas though.

Proposal.

This one is the centre of my contribution for SJM Romance Week, and I’m quite pleased with how it turned out. Especially how it was the first time I had written the pair with intent, and it had not happened spontaneously, like how Halloween Costume Mixup had. I am quite happy with how it turned out.

Cassian surprises Nesta with a proposal.

Like Nessian, I have two for Emorie, though they connect together to form one single piece. They’re both short as I am still feeling the pair out while writing them, but I have written them.

Love Letters.

Grand Gestures.

Love Letters comes first, with Grand Gestures following behind. It is angst, with a happy ending. It is sweet. It shows the friendship of the Valkyries. It shows me trying to figure out other characters. No, it may not be perfect, or in character, but it is the first time I am writing these character, I am branching out. I am proud of it.

Mor has been stuck working at the continent, sending Emerie letters, though the frequency has been growing far longer in between as time goes on.

Even ships I do not like.

Soulmates.

My loathing for Rhysand is no secret. I do not hide it, I have made it known. The only person he truly cares for is Feyre, and even that is questionable at this point with the way he refused to tell her, and ordered everyone else to keep it hidden the very real life threatening risk of her pregnancy. The way he will always sacrifice his friends and families feelings for politics, and wont even take two minutes to give a few minutes warning said friend or family member of what’s going to happen, like giving Keir and Eris what they wanted without letting Mor know ahead of time in Wings and Ruin. It’s no secret I very much dislike Rhys. He plays an amazing political game, but how he does so at the expense of everyone around him is despicable to me.

That being said, I have managed to write this Faysand one-shot, and not in any sort of negative light. I wrote them happy, in love. I wrote them in a very good place in their lives. My pro-Rhys, Feysand shipper friend gave it a seal of approval, and it makes me proud that I have accomplished writing the two so well. I don’t even know if someone read it without knowing me, if they could tell I am anti-Rhys.

Feyre realizes how long it’s been since she’s been in Velaris, and has a heartwarming conversation with Rhysand.

Confessions.

Just as I despise Rhys, I also do Azriel. I wont go quite so in detail with this one, because I got carried away with explaining why with Rhys, but I’ll mention possibly the biggest thing that has me disliking him. This is the fact that dispute the fact that Mor has made it perfectly clear through her actions she was never romantically interested in Azriel, he had kept pining for five hundred years. He would get so intense at times where Mor would have to go sleep with another male to remind Azriel she wasn’t interested. It had gotten to the point where Mor needed Cassian as a buffer between Azriel and Mor. I could go on about how Mor doesn’t really owe Azriel any kind of explanation, despite what many of the fandom thinks. Sure it would be nice for her to explain vocally, but it is not owed. But this isn’t the place or post for that.

I don’t like Azriel. I truly don’t. But I wrote Confessions, as a Gwynriel piece. I wrote it as a happy piece. A sweet piece. I wrote it to bring joy. I I believe I succeeded, because I’ve had at least one Gwynriel blog follow me after reading it(I am so sorry, you will find a very very little amount of Gwynriel here.) I’m proud that I wrote it. Show’s that I am able to write characters and ships that I don’t particularity like.

Gwyn works up the courage to tell Azriel how she feels.

So Anon, I know you’ve been on my page the past few days, and I know you’ve been seeing me posting the works for SJM Romance Week. Tell me. What was this post about? Trying to get me to write for YOUR ship? Not a chance. Not gonna happen.

You came here for me to react in anger, or to get a rise out of me. But instead, I give you a list of everything I’ve written so far that is NOT Elucien, or solely focused on Elucien.

I’d say ‘Happy reading.’ But let’s be honest here, you’re probably not going to read any of it are you. Can’t allow yourself to get tainted by the shit Elucien writer can you?

If you think it’s “getting old” just scroll. It’s not that hard. You use more energy clicking on my profile and typing poorly written asks than scrolling.

A real doorknob aren’t you?

#anon #asks #fuck off anon #elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #acotar fanfiction #nessian #Gwynriel #Emorie #feysand #Eris/bitki #Jesminda/Lucien #antielriel #anti*elr*iel #anti e*riel

[rhysand-vs-fenrys-vs-writing]

My Fanfic Library (Updated 06/07/21)

**For the sake of space, only Chapter 1 of long-form fics are linked.**

The Shadows of Night (Ongoing)

A mysterious army appears in the mountains of Night and soon declares war against the High Lords. The conflict will shed light on Night's darkest secrets and reveal the horrible truth behind every Daemati and Shadowsinger in Prythian.

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The Cabin By The Lake

Cassian has been keeping a secret- for the past 300 years he has been building cabins around a lake to house the Inner Circle and any family they might have. Five years after the end of ACOWAR, the cabins are finished and the Inner Circle descends for two weeks in paradise.

**Even-number chapters contain smut scenes.

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Velaris

“Protect Velaris. Protect each other. I love you all.” With Rhys’ final words, the shields around Velaris rise, trapping the Inner Circle inside for fifty years. This series follows Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren as they struggle to adapt and fulfill Rhys’ final request.

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Velaris: Fury and Ruin

Following a disastrous attack on Hybern, Cassian’s wings are broken, Azriel is critically wounded, and Feyre is dragged to Spring by Tamlin. Rhysand must now earn the forgiveness of his friends, protect his new sisters-in-law, and find a way to protect Prythian from a looming war- all without his mate and best friend by his side.

**You do not need to read my previous series "Velaris"

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The Feast of Souls

Everyone gathers at the estate in Velaris for the Feast of Souls- and to quietly investigate Feyre’s erratic behavior and strange temperament. Figuring out what is wrong with her is the easy part though- the hard part will be saving her soul before the clock strikes midnight and she is lost forever.

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

An Elucien Epilogue

Lucien returns to Velaris after the events of ACOWAR, determined to be a better male than Tamlin and put aside his mating bond if that’s what Elain wants.

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Bring Her Home

After forty-nine years in hell, Rhysand has returned to Night. A piece of him will always belong to that human who saved Prythian- the fae female now poised to marry his sworn enemy. As the sun sets on that horrible day a plea goes out across the Courts- “please, save me. Get me out. End this,” and Rhysand is only too happy to oblige.

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The Poison in the Wound

Feyre and Tamlin meet to try and finally clear away some of the bad blood between them.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Strength in Darkness

After she is woken by a particularly horrible nightmare, Elain asks her husband to take her to the only place that might help her make sense of everything that has happened to her: Under the Mountain.

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

What Rises from the Ashes

Tamlin confesses that he and Amarantha were incompatible mates- and the role that played in his downfall.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net || Authorized German Translation

When the Darkness Comes

Lucien recalls the day Amarantha took his eye- and the difficult weeks that followed.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The World Beyond My Cage

Azriel recalls his childhood, how he ended up in an Illyrian camp far from his cell, and how his world was changed by an arrogant little Lordling with a chamber pot.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Peaceful Night (18+)

The holidays are a time for too many parties, too many people, and too much noise. After the festivities are over though, one can take solace in the love of their other half and the light that person brings into their life.

Feysand Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Nessian Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Azuala Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Amrian Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Morridwen Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Sweet Treat (Feysand 18+)

On Feyre’s first Feast of Souls in Velaris, she finds a new way to give Rhys his holiday chocolates.

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A Midday Treat (Feysand 18+)

Rhys has been skipping meals again, so Feyre decides to give him an incentive to eat his lunch.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Sharing Heaven (Feysand & Azriel 18+)

Feyre and Rhysand invite Azriel to join them in bed, and Feyre finally gets what she’s been dreaming of all year.

Tumblr || AO3 || 

Alone in the Townhouse (Nessian 18+)

When the Court of Nightmares visits Velaris, Nesta and Cassian plot to take advantage of their time alone and finally take things to the next level.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Nessian: The Mating (Nessian 18+)

At long last, Cassian and Nesta's wedding (and mating) day has arrived... along with most of Prythian.

*This is a sequel to "Alone in the Townhouse"*

Extended Re-Post Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Short Version || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Simply Love (Morridwen 18+)

In a thinly veiled attempt to seduce Cerridwen, Mor takes her lover of three years to day for a date before spending an evening at home. A simple, sweet fic for a simple and sweet love.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Slowly (Nessian 18+)

Cassian returns from a fierce Illyrian civil war weary and on edge. Nesta wants to welcome her lover home after weeks away, but she knows the lust that comes on the heels of bloodshed has been building in Cassian the entire time he’s been gone. Both desperately want to be with one another, but for Nesta’s sake he must shove down the Illyrian and proceed slowly.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Bargain Well Struck (Nessian 18+)

Their deal is simple enough- if Nesta trains hard enough, she can claim a massage as her reward. Cassian’s hands never venture beneath the modesty-towels, so Nesta makes sure all the right places are exposed.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Sharing Heaven (Nessian & Azriel 18+)

Nesta and Cassian invite Azriel to join them in bed, and Nesta finally gets what she’s been dreaming of all year.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Alone in the Garden (Elucien 18+)

As the Inner Circle tricks Nesta and Cassian into spending some alone time together, Elain and Lucien find themselves unchaperoned at the House of Wind. **Contains ACOWAR Spoilers** (This is a quasi-sequel to "An Elucien Epilogue" and runs concurrently to "Alone in the Townhouse")

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Cazriel: The Spongebath (Cazriel 18+)

In this AU of my fic "Velaris: Fury and Ruin", Cassian and Azriel explore previously untouched desires each male feels for their friend (written for Court-0f-Dreamers on tumblr in 15 min after too much alcohol).

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net: NOT AVAILABLE

The Torturer’s Throne (Cazriel 18+)

Cassian helps Azriel push his darkness aside and takes a bit of relief for himself in the process.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Until the Shadows Are Silent (Cazriel 18+)

For eight years the shields around Velaris have kept the Inner Circle trapped. Azriel is drowning under the wrath, rage, and pain of being caged in the city, so he turns to an old lover, one who is very good at bending fae over and not stopping until their minds and bodies are ravaged– Cassian.

*Contains strong BDSM themes, DM if you are concerned about a specific TW*

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanficiton.net

One Year in Heaven (Elucien/Elriel 18+)

Elain and her husband celebrate their first anniversary in style. A romantic dinner, an exchange of gifts, and a new suite of bedroom toys to try out.

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Gently, Slowly (Elucien 18+)

Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.

Part 1 || AO3

Part 2 || AO3

Watching (Elucien 18+)

Elain and Lucien head into the foothills of Velaris to attend the opera, but their true destination is an exclusive club hidden deep beneath the theater. They’ll still get a hell of a show- and have a chance to put on one themselves.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.Net

Sharing (A Watching Sequel) (Elucien 18+)

For years Elain and Lucien have been loyal members of (and performers in) the sensual club hidden beneath Velaris’ opera house. Now- after months of discussion- they have decided to test the waters on expanding their display and changing their masks. No audience, no stage- and no longer just the two of them.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.Net

Incense Burner (Ongoing (Elucien 18+))

After a collapse in the Hewn City reveals a long lost Vault of the High Lords, Lucien and Elain accidentally come to possess one of the Lord’s treasures. What appears to be a simple incense burner turns out to be something far, far more. As Elain and Lucien fall under its spell time and again they will be drawn into a world they could only imagine in their wildest dreams…

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Chapter 2 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Peaceful Night (18+)

The holidays are a time for too many parties, too many people, and too much noise. After the festivities are over though, one can take solace in the love of their other half and the light that person brings into their life.

Manorian Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Chaorene Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elorcan Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Rowaelin Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Nesraq Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Lysaedion Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The Calm After the Storm (Rowaelin 18+)

Erawan and Maeve have been defeated, the armies of Morath are vanquished, and Aelin rightly sits on the throne of Terrasen with Rowan by her side- and Lord Darrow as a constant pain in her ass. Frustrated and in need of a break, Aelin orders Rowan to do his job and consort with his Queen.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

To Spite the Shadow (Rowaelin 18+)

Nearly a year has passed since Aelin and Rowan destroyed the forces of Maeve and Erawan. Terrasen is rebuilding, Aelin is healing, and the world is finally at peace. Rowan conspires with Lysandra to give his mate a rest from her Queenly duties.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

For You (Lysaedion 18+)

Lysandra and Aedion enjoy a peace and freedom they never knew before Erawan and Maeve’s defeat. Still- something isn’t quite right. Aedion is keeping one of his desires secret, and Lysandra is determined to figure out what it is.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Familiar Stranger (Lysaedion 18+)

Tanned bronze skin, piercing violet eyes, night black hair- after a nightmare week in Orynth, Aedion goes for a drink and catches the eye of a beautiful- and familiar- fae male. When the male leaves, Aedion follows him to a dark, secluded alley where they can both blow off some steam.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The Path Ahead (Elorcan 18+)

For Elide, it is the end of her virginity. For Lorcan, it’s the last ‘first time’ he ever wants to have. Both are nervous about the evening to come, but neither would change it for the world.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Cure for Nightmares (Manorian 18+)

Mere weeks after the events of “Empire of Storms”, Manon and the Thirteen conspire to give Dorian the break he so desperately needs.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Curing the Fever (Manorian 18+)

Manon is forced to leave a meeting early due to a suspected illness. Luckily for her and Dorian, none of the Thirteen guessed exactly what was wrong.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

One Year in Heaven (Manorian 18+)

Dorian and Manon celebrate the anniversary of their meeting in style- with ropes, chains, and a bit of domination.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

An Evening in Qiandeng Temple (Hualian 18+)

An extension to the end of Chapter 243. Hua Cheng returns to Xie Lian, the two are married, and Xie Lian leaves his ascetic form of cultivation behind. AKA ‘tis a smut fic.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.Net (Not Available)

Morning in the Jingshi (Wangxian 18+)

A new merchant has moved into Caiyi Town, one who deals in sinful wares. Wuxian places an order and decides to model a whole suite of new toys for Wangji. Wei Wuxian has always liked it rough, but he may have been too ambitious this time.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.Net (Not Available)

Project: Echo (Part 1)

A long-buried Hydra disaster, a monster in the shadows, a missing child. Eight months after the events of “The Winter Soldier”, Bucky turns himself in to the Avengers on one condition: They must help him find a girl snatched off the streets by Hydra seven years ago. In their quest, the Avengers accidentally unleash a horrifying creature of darkness and shadow, intent on making their quarry its prey.

Prologue || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Project: Echo (Part 2)

A new enemy surfaces with a team of the Avengers’ greatest foes, hand-picked for their destruction. Meanwhile, Inessa’s pre-Hydra past begins to surface, casting doubt on where her loyalties truly lie.

Prologue || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Project: Echo (FINALE)

Seven years after the events of “Part 2”, Avengers Tower explodes, fulfilling Bucky’s vision. All evidence points to Avengers Shadow-Ops leader Inessa Ryker, who is forced to seek out Bucky in hiding. Together they must determine who the traitor is in their ranks and if their friends are still alive- all while trying to survive deadly ambushes orchestrated by Sam Wilson and his hand-picked army.

Prologue || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Avengers: Valkyrie Wars (Part 1)

When a young woman stumbles across a Valkyrie artifact the Avengers will fight Asgard, Valkyrie, Loki, Hydra, and the last of a monstrous race known as the Norn. Whoever claims the weapon can unleash Hell, but when it vanishes Loki takes the only person capable of finding it again: Steve Roger's lover.

**All cannon through "Winter Soldier" used, NO "Age of Ultron" or "Civil War"**

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To Save Her Soul (Ongoing)

After the events of "Captain America: Civil War", Alice Pierce (the granddaughter of Alexander Pierce), a drug addict, is pulled off the streets and forced through detox by the Avengers so that she might help infiltrate her grandfather's compound to rescue Clint's wife and children.

**Trigger warnings noted above chapters, overall warning for drug use/withdrawal**

Tumblr: Not Available || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

X-Reader Format (Abandoned) || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The Ridiculous Ground-Up World Building Sheet

Shorter: World Building 101

World Building 102: World Building Tips

The Ridiculous Ground-Up Character Building Sheet

General Writing Tips

Master Plot Types

Things to Ask Yourself

Dialogue

How to Write Smut

Tough-Love Tips for Writers

#my writing #library #master list #masterlist

[heirs-of-prythian]

I'm sorry, I think the translator translated it wrong :( (I'm going to rephrase the question) I'm so curious ... what was the reaction of Rhys, Cassian, Azriel and Lucien when they discovered they were going to be parents? and what are your feelings when having your babies in your arms for the first time

hi!

thanks for asking! if you have more questions, please ask i would love to answer them!

Well to answer your question we should start with Lucien because from the the four of them he is the first one to be a parent (than Cassian, Rhysand and than Azriel) so…..

Lucien

When Elain told Lucien that she was preggo and he will be a dad, he was pretty stunned and in disbelief,  because at this point they didn't really have planned for children yet.

I mean they definitely discussed children and agreed that they wanted them, like more than 3 if that could happen/if they managed to do so. 

So the news came a little like a shock to lucien, because he didn't thing it would happen that fast, 

Especially since Rhys and feyre are still trying without real results 

i mean He and elain didn't really use protection, because they wanted children and it usually takes a lot of time for fae to actually conceive in the first place but well it happened rather fast lol 

But after the shock (and the guilt) wore off and he was really happy 

Like taking Elain in his arms and twirling her around, showering her in kisses etc

Of course was also pretty worried about being a dad but that is normal for anyone, but also very much expected from someone with luciens upbringing 

(He knew Elain was going to be a great mother) 

But lucien swore to himself that would try to emulate his mother more than his (step)father beron 

He also swore that he would make his future children  never feel like they didn't belong to their family and that they always will have a place of unconditional love and support and adoration  from him

When Hemera was born, Lucien has never fallen in love faster (the other ones in the top spot are is other daughters) 

Of course Elain held Hemera first, but after everything (including elain and Hemera) was cleaned up, they were left alone to be a family of three 

Elain than gave the now sleeping and still slightly red Hemera to Lucien

Lucien felt like flying to New heights and falling without stopping to the ground. And he couldn't take his eyes off of her. 

Hemera was at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen (in lucien's opinion all of his daughters are the most beautiful there is, with elain in close second) 

He also couldn't  believe he was now responsible for this tiny little thing that was completely und utterly dependent on him 

He also found that loving his tiny baby daughter came as easy as breathing 

Never in his life has he been surer of his love for someone else

Caspian

Similar to lucien, cassian was also shocked and in complete disbelief 

He actually asked Nesta with she was kidding (the words came out before he had processed the situation) Nesta got mad at him for that ("This is not the time to be joking cassian!")

Unlike elucien, Nesta and cassian actually have talked about having children together, but Nesta didn't want to be a mother right away, so they agreed to decide later in the future (after a few decades mind you) again if than would the better time have a child. 

They are immortals anyway so it didn't really matter 

Nesta wasn't that thrilled to be a mother but she also didn't hate the idea of one child 

Cassian on the other hand wanted to have children like at least 5 or so but he would never force her for more, also he loves nesta more than the idea of 5 children 

One is actually more than Cassian expected from Nesta so he was very happy about that 

Tl Dr: Cassian and Nesta didn't plan to have child this early (like ~5 years after Hemera which is like 25 years after canon) 

So cassian didn't actually believe nesta when she told him for good 10 minutes 

After he finally realised that he is going to be a father, he was beyond happy he felt like screaming his happiness from the highest mountain 

But it only lasted for like 30 seconds before he realised what that actually meant and than asked nesta if she was ok and how she is handling this and how she felt 

Nesta was pretty out of it and not that ok with it (she didn't hated it the thought about going to be a mom soon, especially since her niece hemera was born she came to fear the idea less and less) 

But after a few days and a lot of encouragement from her sisters and cassian, Nesta grew to be ok with, maybe not entirely loving it, but willing to learn to love it

So when Cassian got to hold Cadan the first time in his arms, he was crying rivers, he cried so much his vision was blurry  and Cadan looked like a blob of color to him.

Tho the first thing he noticed was that cadan was so freaking tiny especially in his big hands 

Cadan wasn't much bigger than his hands 

Cassian had never held a baby so tiny (even Hemera was bigger when she was born, not by much but definitely bigger)

Another thing cassian first thought of is that, that is how unconditional love of a parent to their child feels like. Cassian finally understood something that day 

Also like whispered to cadan softly, that he would protect him Forever and love him forever 

"You're my new most important person now, Cade. You beat your mommy congrats!" *Kiss on the forhead*

Cassian also playfully refused to let cadan go 

Rhysand

Rhys and Feyre have been actively trying to have baby for about 30 years when they finally find out Feyre is pregnant 

They were both crying from happiness and relieve and joy they could do nothing but cry and hug each other the whole night through 

They (mostly feyre because she still isn't 100% used to being immortal so 30 years still feel long to her) actually  were losing hope decade by decade 

(They haven't lost a lot of hope yet, they just started to lose some of it, especially after elain and than nesta of all people got pregnant without even trying)

Like rhys wanted to tell everyone himself that his wife is preggo and that he is going to be a father 

He could barely contain himself

He also could barely stop cuddling or hugging feyre 

Instead of feyre getting clingy rhys got clingy lol

It got on feyre's nerves a little 

Rhys already promised himself to become the best dad possible 

Both because he already loves is future baby and wants everything good for them, but also to compete with lucien and cassian  for the title

So Rhys got to hold his son at exactly midnight of New years eve his son having been born an hour prior 

Rhys had found the love he already had for his tiny little son grow so much it made him speechless and he cried more (Rhys cried when Art was born) 

Rhys didn't know he could someone as much as he loves his tiny newborn son at that moment 

For Rhys holding his son was his new favorite thing to do, just having Art in his arms makes Rhys immeasurably happy 

Art was to Rhys the most beautiful thing in the world, beating feyre right from the top (he is now sharing the top spot with his sisters)

(I also have a fic about Rhys and a newborn Artemas its called "A Little Moon was born" it has far more details of rhys thoughts)

Azriel

When Leda (my oc, Azriels wife for those who don't know) and Azriel were again informed that Leda was pregnant again they were cautiously optimistic 

Because Leda already had two miscarriages at this point and they had been trying for a good 70-60 years 

Well leda was cautiously optimistic azriel not so much, he was already bracing himself for the worst, he only dared to have a small glimmer of hope that all will end well

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and the baby and Leda were healthy and not in any tangible danger

So leda grew more optimistic and Azriel dared to hope more

And as the pregnancy came closer and closer to its end and all healer agreed that a miscarriage this late and with the baby's and Leda's conditions were highly highly unlikely 

Az could hope more, but he was still bracing himself for the worst

Only when he hurt Echo scream for the first time, did it hit him, that he now was father, that he had a daughter 

Azriel literally fell in love with her the second she was in his arms, 

Az claims that was the best moment in his life, the best feeling even 

He had never seen anything more precious than his tiny adorable echo with her tiny wings and tiny hands and fingers and her tiny feet with her tiny tiny toes and her big amber eyes that stared up at him with a cute curiosity 

"For your happiness, I would do great atrocities, my little wonder." 

(p.s. for the anon who wanted some dad Azriel and baby echo here you go!

#azriel #Anonymous #Echo Vanserra #echo #elucien #hemera #nessian #cadan archeron #Feysand #Artemas #hop headcanons

[rhysand-vs-fenrys]

My Fanfic Library: The Masterlist (As of 03/26/20)

**For the sake of space, only Chapter 1 of long-form fics is linked.**

The Shadows of Night (Ongoing)

A mysterious army appears in the mountains of Night and soon declares war against the High Lords. The conflict will shed light on Night's darkest secrets and reveal the horrible truth behind every Daemati and Shadowsinger in Prythian.

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AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The Cabin By The Lake

Cassian has been keeping a secret- for the past 300 years he has been building cabins around a lake to house the Inner Circle and any family they might have. Five years after the end of ACOWAR, the cabins are finished and the Inner Circle descends for two weeks in paradise.

**Even-number chapters contain smut scenes.

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Velaris

“Protect Velaris. Protect each other. I love you all.” With Rhys’ final words, the shields around Velaris rise, trapping the Inner Circle inside for fifty years. This series follows Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren as they struggle to adapt and fulfill Rhys’ final request.

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Velaris: Fury and Ruin

Following a disastrous attack on Hybern, Cassian’s wings are broken, Azriel is critically wounded, and Feyre is dragged to Spring by Tamlin. Rhysand must now earn the forgiveness of his friends, protect his new sisters-in-law, and find a way to protect Prythian from a looming war- all without his mate and best friend by his side. 

**You do not need to read my previous series "Velaris"

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The Feast of Souls

Everyone gathers at the estate in Velaris for the Feast of Souls- and to quietly investigate Feyre’s erratic behavior and strange temperament. Figuring out what is wrong with her is the easy part though- the hard part will be saving her soul before the clock strikes midnight and she is lost forever.

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

An Elucien Epilogue

Lucien returns to Velaris after the events of ACOWAR, determined to be a better male than Tamlin and put aside his mating bond if that’s what Elain wants.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Bring Her Home

After forty-nine years in hell, Rhysand has returned to Night. A piece of him will always belong to that human who saved Prythian- the fae female now poised to marry his sworn enemy. As the sun sets on that horrible day a plea goes out across the Courts- “please, save me. Get me out. End this,” and Rhysand is only too happy to oblige.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The Poison in the Wound

Feyre and Tamlin meet to try and finally clear away some of the bad blood between them.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Strength in Darkness

After she is woken by a particularly horrible nightmare, Elain asks her husband to take her to the only place that might help her make sense of everything that has happened to her: Under the Mountain.

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

What Rises from the Ashes

Tamlin confesses that he and Amarantha were incompatible mates- and the role that played in his downfall.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net || (New) Authorized German Translation

When the Darkness Comes

Lucien recalls the day Amarantha took his eye- and the difficult weeks that followed.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

The World Beyond My Cage

Azriel recalls his childhood, how he ended up in an Illyrian camp far from his cell, and how his world was changed by an arrogant little Lordling with a chamber pot.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Peaceful Night (18+)

The holidays are a time for too many parties, too many people, and too much noise. After the festivities are over though, one can take solace in the love of their other half and the light that person brings into their life.

Feysand Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Nessian Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Azuala Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Amrian Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Morridwen Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Sweet Treat (Feysand 18+)

On Feyre’s first Feast of Souls in Velaris, she finds a new way to give Rhys his holiday chocolates.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Midday Treat (Feysand 18+)

Rhys has been skipping meals again, so Feyre decides to give him an incentive to eat his lunch.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Alone in the Townhouse (Nessian 18+)

When the Court of Nightmares visits Velaris, Nesta and Cassian plot to take advantage of their time alone and finally take things to the next level.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Nessian: The Mating (Nessian 18+)

At long last, Cassian and Nesta's wedding (and mating) day has arrived... along with most of Prythian.

*This is a sequel to "Alone in the Townhouse"*

Extended Re-Post Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Short Version || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Simply Love (Morridwen 18+)

In a thinly veiled attempt to seduce Cerridwen, Mor takes her lover of three years to day for a date before spending an evening at home. A simple, sweet fic for a simple and sweet love.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Slowly (Nessian 18+)

Cassian returns from a fierce Illyrian civil war weary and on edge. Nesta wants to welcome her lover home after weeks away, but she knows the lust that comes on the heels of bloodshed has been building in Cassian the entire time he’s been gone. Both desperately want to be with one another, but for Nesta’s sake he must shove down the Illyrian and proceed slowly.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Bargain Well Struck (Nessian 18+)

Their deal is simple enough- if Nesta trains hard enough, she can claim a massage as her reward. Cassian’s hands never venture beneath the modesty-towels, so Nesta makes sure all the right places are exposed.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Sharing Heaven (Nessian & Azriel 18+)

Nesta and Cassian invite Azriel to join them in bed, and Nesta finally gets what she’s been dreaming of all year.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Alone in the Garden (Elucien 18+)

As the Inner Circle tricks Nesta and Cassian into spending some alone time together, Elain and Lucien find themselves unchaperoned at the House of Wind. **Contains ACOWAR Spoilers** (This is a quasi-sequel to "An Elucien Epilogue" and runs concurrently to "Alone in the Townhouse")

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Cazriel: The Spongebath (Cazriel 18+)

In this AU of my fic "Velaris: Fury and Ruin", Cassian and Azriel explore previously untouched desires each male feels for their friend (written for Court-0f-Dreamers on tumblr in 15 min after too much alcohol).

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net: NOT AVAILABLE

The Torturer’s Throne (Cazriel 18+)

Cassian helps Azriel push his darkness aside and takes a bit of relief for himself in the process.

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Until the Shadows Are Silent (Cazriel 18+)

For eight years the shields around Velaris have kept the Inner Circle trapped. Azriel is drowning under the wrath, rage, and pain of being caged in the city, so he turns to an old lover, one who is very good at bending fae over and not stopping until their minds and bodies are ravaged– Cassian.

*Contains strong BDSM themes, DM if you are concerned about a specific TW*

Tumblr || AO3 || Fanficiton.net

One Year in Heaven (Elucien/Elriel 18+)

Elain and her husband celebrate their first anniversary in style. A romantic dinner, an exchange of gifts, and a new suite of bedroom toys to try out.

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Watching (Elucien 18+)

Elain and Lucien head into the foothills of Velaris to attend the opera, but their true destination is an exclusive club hidden deep beneath the theater. They’ll still get a hell of a show- and have a chance to put on one themselves.

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Sharing (A Watching Sequel) (Elucien 18+)

For years Elain and Lucien have been loyal members of (and performers in) the sensual club hidden beneath Velaris’ opera house. Now- after months of discussion- they have decided to test the waters on expanding their display and changing their masks. No audience, no stage- and no longer just the two of them.

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Incense Burner (Ongoing (Elucien 18+))

After a collapse in the Hewn City reveals a long lost Vault of the High Lords, Lucien and Elain accidentally come to possess one of the Lord’s treasures. What appears to be a simple incense burner turns out to be something far, far more. As Elain and Lucien fall under its spell time and again they will be drawn into a world they could only imagine in their wildest dreams…

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A Peaceful Night (18+)

The holidays are a time for too many parties, too many people, and too much noise. After the festivities are over though, one can take solace in the love of their other half and the light that person brings into their life.

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The Calm After the Storm (Rowaelin 18+)

Erawan and Maeve have been defeated, the armies of Morath are vanquished, and Aelin rightly sits on the throne of Terrasen with Rowan by her side- and Lord Darrow as a constant pain in her ass. Frustrated and in need of a break, Aelin orders Rowan to do his job and consort with his Queen.

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To Spite the Shadow (Rowaelin 18+)

Nearly a year has passed since Aelin and Rowan destroyed the forces of Maeve and Erawan. Terrasen is rebuilding, Aelin is healing, and the world is finally at peace. Rowan conspires with Lysandra to give his mate a rest from her Queenly duties.

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For You (Lysaedion 18+)

Lysandra and Aedion enjoy a peace and freedom they never knew before Erawan and Maeve’s defeat. Still- something isn’t quite right. Aedion is keeping one of his desires secret, and Lysandra is determined to figure out what it is.

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A Familiar Stranger (Lysaedion 18+)

Tanned bronze skin, piercing violet eyes, night black hair- after a nightmare week in Orynth, Aedion goes for a drink and catches the eye of a beautiful- and familiar- fae male. When the male leaves, Aedion follows him to a dark, secluded alley where they can both blow off some steam.

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The Path Ahead (Elorcan 18+)

For Elide, it is the end of her virginity. For Lorcan, it’s the last ‘first time’ he ever wants to have. Both are nervous about the evening to come, but neither would change it for the world.

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A Cure for Nightmares (Manorian 18+)

Mere weeks after the events of “Empire of Storms”, Manon and the Thirteen conspire to give Dorian the break he so desperately needs.

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Curing the Fever (Manorian 18+)

Manon is forced to leave a meeting early due to a suspected illness. Luckily for her and Dorian, none of the Thirteen guessed exactly what was wrong.

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One Year in Heaven (Manorian 18+)

Dorian and Manon celebrate the anniversary of their meeting in style- with ropes, chains, and a bit of domination.

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Morning in the Jingshi

A new merchant has moved into Caiyi Town, one who deals in sinful wares. Wuxian places an order and decides to model a whole suite of new toys for Wangji. Wei Wuxian has always liked it rough, but he may have been too ambitious this time.

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Project: Echo (Part 1)

A long-buried Hydra disaster, a monster in the shadows, a missing child. Eight months after the events of “The Winter Soldier”, Bucky turns himself in to the Avengers on one condition: They must help him find a girl snatched off the streets by Hydra seven years ago. In their quest, the Avengers accidentally unleash a horrifying creature of darkness and shadow, intent on making their quarry its prey.

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Project: Echo (Part 2)

A new enemy surfaces with a team of the Avengers’ greatest foes, hand-picked for their destruction. Meanwhile, Inessa’s pre-Hydra past begins to surface, casting doubt on where her loyalties truly lie.

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Project: Echo (FINALE)

Seven years after the events of “Part 2”, Avengers Tower explodes, fulfilling Bucky’s vision. All evidence points to Avengers Shadow-Ops leader Inessa Ryker, who is forced to seek out Bucky in hiding. Together they must determine who the traitor is in their ranks and if their friends are still alive- all while trying to survive deadly ambushes orchestrated by Sam Wilson and his hand-picked army.

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Avengers: Valkyrie Wars (Part 1)

When a young woman stumbles across a Valkyrie artifact the Avengers will fight Asgard, Valkyrie, Loki, Hydra, and the last of a monstrous race known as the Norn. Whoever claims the weapon can unleash Hell, but when it vanishes Loki takes the only person capable of finding it again: Steve Roger's lover.

**All cannon through "Winter Soldier" used, NO "Age of Ultron" or "Civil War"**

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To Save Her Soul (Ongoing)

After the events of "Captain America: Civil War", Alice Pierce (the granddaughter of Alexander Pierce), a drug addict, is pulled off the streets and forced through detox by the Avengers so that she might help infiltrate her grandfather's compound to rescue Clint's wife and children.

**Trigger warnings noted above chapters, overall warning for drug use/withdrawal**

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Prythian Magazine Part 4

I know I’ve said it a bunch of times, but Imma say it again. I am sorry for not updating in weeks! I was busy and didn’t feel like writing, but I’m back! Anyway, if you guys saw my post on this chapter, you know I have ship-related news.

Lately, I've been wanting some Cassian/Azriel, Azriel/Lucien, and Cassian/Lucien fics (btw, please tell me if you have or know of fics with them!). ANYWAY, I have decided to have one of these ships in my fic. I have chosen.......... Cassian/Lucien! Elain will now be with Azriel (sorry, Elucien shippers! I just felt like Elain should be with someone, and I know SJM has said they have a bro/sis relationship, but I didn't want to make an oc or take someone else from the ACOTAR books!) Nesta Archeron will be alone, although I am hoping to have her and Cassian be friends, idk, we'll see. Also, Lucien is bi (obviously, it goes without saying) and he and Andras did have a relationship, which I'll elaborate on in future chapters. So, that's all the news I have. Again, sorry for not updating, and sorry for the really long note!

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“Rhys.”

He couldn’t breath. She was stunning. Her pale skin, blue-grey eyes, golden brown hair, freckles. Everything.

“Hello, Feyre, Darling.” Rhys purred. My Feyre, Darling. No. Not mine. She’s with Tamlin. I’m just a friend.  Painfully, he reminded himself of this.

Rhys didn’t  know who moved first, but he was holding her in his arms. Rhys buried his face in the crook of her neck. She smelled of vanilla and oranges. Rhys knew he missed her, but he hadn’t realized to what extent he did. When she left them to be with… him, Rhys couldn’t do anything for weeks. He fell in love with her, and he still is.

“Ahem.”

Startled, they broke apart, to see everyone standing a bit awkwardly around them. How long were we hugging?  Probably a while if their friends’ looks were anything to go by. Cassian - who interrupted them - and Mor both wore shit-eating grins, Azriel’s mouth twitched up into a smile, Amren was smirking, and Lucien was smiling, though worry was in his eye. He tried to hide it, but Rhys saw. 

“Anyway,” said Cassian, “We are all glad to see you again. Rhys especially.”

Cassian sent a wink Rhys’s way, earning him a glare. Cass was going to give Rhys hell for this later. Feyre was blushing, her cheeks a deep red. As Rhys was looking at her beautiful self, he realized with a shock, she was thin. Rhys didn’t mean healthy thin; he meant a starved thin. Rhys slid his fisted hands into his pockets. Rhys knew it was because of Tamlin.

“I’m really happy to see you guys, too. I missed you all so much.” said Feyre. “I hope you guys don’t mind Lucien being here.”

Their attention turned to Lucien. He looked like this was the last place he wanted to be. Rhys knew there were mixed feelings for what his family did to Mor, but we the Inner Circle also knew that he left the Autumn Court and stopped using his family name. Cassian broke the silence.

“Hey, Foxboy.”

“Don’t call me that.” Lucien snapped.

“Why not, Foxboy?” Cassian taunted, a smirk on his face.

“Because-”

“Enough, the both of you.” Mor interrupted. “We’re aren’t here to listen you two argue. We’re here to have fun together and welcome Feyre and Lucien.”

Lucien glared at Cassian and Cassian playfully did it back. Lucien sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Fine.”

Everyone else greeted Lucien and they went back to their table. Prior to Lucien, Feyre, and Mor arriving, Rhys and his friends ordered enough food for seven people. He sure that there won’t be enough food.

The food came and everyone dug in, catching up with Feyre. Lucien and Cassian were mostly arguing. Then, Cassian asked what Rhys had been thinking, ending all conversation.

“So, Feyre, why are you here? I mean, it’s great and I’m not complaining, but I thought Tamlin didn’t want you being around us.”

Lucien and Feyre both tensed. What happened to her? To Lucien?

“We… broke up.” Feyre said, although her eyes were bitter and distant, as if remembering an unpleasant memory. “I, with the help of Lucien, realized that I wasn’t being treated the way I should’ve been. Lucien helped pro- I mean, Lucien helped me break up with him.”

Lucien put his hand over Feyre’s. Rhys knew it was a friendly comforting gesture, but he still felt jealous. He wanted to be the one who comforts Feyre.

Cassian raised his glass, “I propose a toast to Feyre, for finally leaving the ass!”

Everyone laughed, toasting to Feyre, the tense atmosphere dissipating, though Rhys knew the others still had questions. He had a lot himself.

As the others were saying goodbye to Feyre, Rhys made his way to Lucien.

“Lucien.”

“Rhysand.”

“Call me Rhys, Lucien. We’re friends now.”

He snorted at that. “Sure we are.”

“We are.” I insisted. “Anyway, I wanted to thank you for helping Feyre with Tamlin. I know there’s more to the story, but you helped her and that means a lot.”

“You’re right.” Of course I am. Someone should tell him I’m always right.  “There is more to the story then what Feyre said, but there’s a reason she didn’t share it.” Lucien said, a look of seriousness on his face.

“Well, bye, Lucien. See you around?”

“Bye, Rhys. And you probably will be seeing me, as I’m currently staying with your cousin.” Lucien replied, walking towards Mor and Feyre, but he turned around.

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell Feyre.”

“Tell Feyre what?” Rhysand asked, furrowing my brows.

Lucien merely gave him a knowing smile, “That you’re in love with her. It’s quite obvious you know.” With that, he turned away.

Shit.

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Please let me know your thoughts and let me know if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes! Also, let me know what you think about the ship change! Next chapter will be in Feyre's POV. If anyone wants to be tagged in future chapters, let me know! I will (try) to post weekly.

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