#elucien drabbles

[lucienarcheron]

Ok but after seeing the Bambi post my brain can only picture Elain drunkingly licking Lucien on the face 😂

But you know it's happened at least once. Drunk Elain is my favorite to picture (and write hehe). I can easily picture them at the end of a fun night and Elain's curled up in Lucien's lap, giggling like crazy about their day. Her mouth is going a million miles a minute and she's squishing Lucien's cheeks as she's talking because she's so excited about god knows what and he is so amused and in love, just letting her go off.

Until the conversation is suddenly about desserts and she's thinking about baking a cake tomorrow and —

Elain gasps suddenly and Lucien's brows go up, "What is it, dove?"

"I don't know if I have all the ingredients to make the frosting I like!"

His lips twitched and leans in to quickly peck her lips. "That's alright, I'll buy whatever you need tomorrow morning."

"But what flavor cake should I go for? I'm thinking chocolate but what about strawberry? Ohhh, what if I make red velvet!" She gasps again. "Lucien!"

"Elain."

"What if I make a Lucien flavored cake?" she asked with a coy smile that was more of a twitchy-drunk smile and Lucien tried so very hard not to laugh.

"And what flavor would I be, dare I ask?"

Her expression was mischievous and before Lucien could stop whatever drunk shenanigan she wanted to do, her tongue darted out and quickly licked his face.

Lucien barely made a noise of objection when Elain squished his face again and rested her forehead to his, staring intensely into his eyes. He blinked rapidly as she said in all seriousness, "Carrot?"

His expression flattened. "How dare you."

She burst into giggles at Lucien's outraged expression and Elain tried to make it up to him by peppering his face with kisses then licked his cheek once more, for good measure. "Cinnamon? Pumpkin Spice? Ohhh — how about caramel?"

"I think you need to stop, dove."

"Apple cranberry?"

"Elain."

"Maple?"

"Not the kind of sticky I usually go for."

She ignored him and gasped dramatically again, "Gingersnaps."

Lucien's lips twitched as he gave her a playfully reprimanding look. "It seems I need to remind you exactly what I taste like, my love."

Elain bit her lip, her cheeks already tinted pink from how hammered she was and she hiccuped. "Oh? And what do I need to bake to find your flavor?"

His smirk was roguish as he cupped his mate's face and kissed her lips slowly, reverently earning him a soft whine before Lucien pulled back and said, his voice filled with wicked promise, "No baking required. All you need is your pretty, pretty mouth."

#elucien #elucien drabbles #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #anon you inspired me #sorry it's unedited but HEHE #I hope you like it! #gfics #gigi writes #asks #anon #they're dorks in love and I adore them #Elain is always just a little bit of a weirdo and it's HELLA cute #Lucien's so in love

[moononastring]

your elucien drabble (🥵🥵🥵) gave me a Thought….. we’ve all heard “tell me you’re mine” but have we considered, “tell me i’m yours” or “say that i’m yours.”

it’s like vulnerable and a bit needy, but also hot?? idk just …. after all those years of rejection, lucien just needing to hear her say it !!

ok i’ll see myself out now

You know what 'nonnie? You're so right.

Here's a little treat for you too:

Lucien wrenched himself away from her lips and mustered any sense of discipline he had left to back away from her, shaking his head.

“Why — why did you stop?” Elain whispered, panting slightly and he could hardly look at her as she glanced at him with those wide eyes, as she licked her lips. He stared at her as she leaned against his closed bedroom door, her sleeping robe now open to reveal a lacy little thing he could hardly comprehend with all her lovely creamy skin on display.

A walking daydream she was. And Lucien was going to vomit. 

“I can’t do this.” he choked. “I can’t do this if you aren’t — if you don’t —”

He shook his head again and looked away from her. It had been three years of awkward tension. Three years of trying to pretend he was fine with the nothing they had between them. Three years he had gladly given her space. 

But then she had reached out to him. She had sought him out. For company. For conversation. For friendship. For a little more than that.

It had been slow and it had been steady but — but this? He couldn’t do this if she wasn’t going to stay. If she wasn't going to be his the way he longed to be hers.

“I can’t kiss you or do all the things I want to do with you if you’re only coming to me as a last resort.” he said quietly and finally looked at her. “I don’t want to be your last option.”

Elain watched him with an expression he couldn’t quite place and Lucien wanted the ground to swallow him as regret and shame spread through his body. He shouldn’t have said anything. He had been given the chance to kiss her and touch her and his damn head was ruining it for him.

He sighed. “I’m —”

“You really think that, don’t you?” she said quietly. “That I…that I would be cruel enough to seek you out because I’m what? Bored? So I might as well kiss you and see where it goes?”

“I never said you were cruel.” he said, straightening. “But you did avoid me. For a long time.”

“I know.” she said and her eyes fell to the floor. Lucien cringed.

“I don’t hold it against you.” he added softly. “But I want you to be sure that I am your choice because you want me. Not because you feel like you don’t have anyone else.”

Elain pursed her lips and he tried not to let his eyes dip to her lovely legs as she took a step toward him.

He said nothing else as she paused in front of him and waited. He couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth, to fill the silence, and Lucien had always been good at waiting. 

He watched Elain as she glanced at him. “I could have anyone else I wanted.” she said. “You wouldn’t get in the way.”

Lucien’s fists clenched and he had to swallow before replying. “No. I would never get in your way.” he said, even as it shattered his heart. “You are your own person first and foremost. Always.”

But then she smiled at him. Smiled so beautifully, his heart nearly tore in two at the sight. Whatever sanity he had left was slowly leaving his body.

“Then I need you to know,” she began and Lucien watched her, mesmerized as she lifted her hands to her robe and slowly slid it off. “That you are my choice. I want you, Lucien, because there is no one else I could ever want to love me. No one else to share everything that I am with.”

Lucien swallowed hard, his eyes on the robe that had pooled on the ground until Elain brought a hand to gently lift his chin and meet her gaze.

“Tell me that I’m yours.” he whispered almost pleadingly. “Tell me that I’m yours in the way that you are mine.”

She smiled again at him, tenderly, and Lucien felt it then. The spark. The warmth of her emotions. The love he craved. 

“You are mine and only mine.” she said softly to him and cupped his face. “You are mine and I am only yours. By fate and by choice.”

“I’m yours.” he breathed and finally let his arms wrap around her waist as she planted a loving kiss on him. “I’m yours.”

“You’re mine.” she whispered against his lips, claiming him once more. “From now until the world is no more. Will you have me?”

“Until the world is no more and whatever comes after. With everything that I am.” Lucien promised and she gave him that dazzling smile once again then brought her lips to his for a kiss worth a thousand kisses. Until she pulled away and Lucien groaned.

Elain only had the nerve to giggle and give him a coy little smile. “Give me everything. I want it all.” she demanded, pulling him against her firmly. “I only wore this for you to peel it off.”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #I was taking a shower and saw this and ran to write it as fast as I can #UNEDITED SO SORRY LOL #a little angsty but what's the harm #mine #you probably meant when they were going at it but #this happened instead #he def does say it again #but more demanding and much more sure of himself #elucien drabbles

[starsreminisce]

Here's the thing... Feyre processed her mating bond by painting the cabin, and Nesta processed hers by being with her friends and talking about romance novels.

Can you imagine Lucien walking into wherever Elain was staying to process their bond and just seeing all the products of her stress baking - pastries, cookies, cakes, all kinds of bread including sourdough, pizza, doughnuts, and she says, "Pick one, they're all for you anyway"?

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #maybe I should make a Drabble of it lmfao

[thisblogisaboutabook]

When the Lightsinger Calls (I Hear a Symphony)

An Azriel Drabble

Azriel daydreams of his mate -Inspired by ‘I Hear a Symphony’ by Cody Fry

I used to hear a simple song.

The warm winds of summer blew through the Illyrian mountains as Azriel sat sprawled on a thick branch fifty feet in the air, one leather covered leg dangling as the other stretched across the branch, his back resting against the trunk of an old Oak tree.

Cassian had been butting heads with Devlon for hours. Same shit, different day as they heatedly negotiated new terms for the training of Illyrian females. Devlon, of course, remained as stubborn as an ass. Even after decades of his bullshit, it never failed to chafe Azriel’s nerves that they were under the regime of the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history yet had to make nice with stuck-in-their-ways pricks like him. Today in particular had left Azriel feeling less than giving.

Cassian booted Azriel out of negotiations in record time, which admittedly, was likely for the best. Azriel’s dominant stance, deadly gaze, and violent whirling shadows were not best suited for these futile attempts of “sweet talking” Devlon out of his deeply rooted misogyny. If Azriel had his way Truth Teller would do all the talking, but diplomacy unfortunately took precedence.

He may have put up more of a fight when storming out of the Camp Lord’s office had Cassian’s weapon of choice today not had a unique way of toeing that line between diplomacy and force in a way that even Truth Teller could not. No blood spillage necessary, though, Azriel thought with a smirk, the weapon could do just that as well.

The warmth of the suns rays shining through the rustling leaves and the scratch of bark lightly grazing the sensitive membranes of his wings - hitting those spots he could never quite reach - had Azriel drifting off into a light dream state.

As he began to doze, shadows hummed around him, the whistling breeze mixing in with their whirring as they sensed for any incoming threats.

Blending in with their simple song, the creek nearby babbled with the sounds of trickling water, crickets chirped beneath rocks below.

His thoughts became more vivid as his conscience drifted deeper into sleep.

His jaw ticked, wings jerking slightly as he dreamed glimpses of deep red coating his marred skin from the countless souls he’d drawn blood from, lifeless bodies scattered across bloody battlefields, dark cells, the bright flare of roaring fire scalding a child’s hands, his shadows melody becoming broken as they attempted to soothe their master.

The melody became lighter as the flame in his dreams became flashes of light, blurred glimpses of a lovely face appearing in and out of his dreams. A soft laugh intertwined itself with his shadows, the solemn hymn becoming lighter, with vibrant bursts of energy leaving his heart fluttering. More images of the ethereal face flickered through his mind, soft blush dusted cheeks, a radiant white smile, supple fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, plush lips on bare skin, all appearing to the beat of the rising staccato. His lips quirked upward in his sleep as his guard dropped lower and lower and the melody continued growing louder, building into the crescendo of the loveliest symphony he’d heard yet, even in Prythian’s most renowned concert halls.

The music filled Azriel’s entire being, leaving him light as shadow, his flaws forging themselves from ugly into something beautiful, something worthy, as the melody carried his soul toward the light.

Just as his body began to slump out of the tree a sing-song voice brighter than day awoke him. “Careful, Shadowsinger. One might think you’re sleeping on the job.”

He looked down to his beautiful mate, the face his dream had called him to. “My little Lightsinger, did you give Devlon hell?”

She beamed. “Worked a little on him. The girls get seven more hours per week and Cass or I can do spot checks whenever we please. I’ll push for more when we meet again in a few months.”

“That’s my girl.” His eyes shone with the pride filling his chest as he launched out of the tree and swept her off her feet.

“Let’s go home.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. Azriel only blushed and did just as his lady said, the two falling into companionable silence as her light and his shadow mingled in harmony the entire flight back to Velaris.

And now I hear a symphony.

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#Azriel #gwynriel #Azriel x reader #Lightsinger #shadowsinger #reader insert #acotar #sarah j maas #drabble #acotar drabble #acotar oneshot #a court of thorns and roses #can be read as Gwynriel or Reader insert #do you all think Gwyn is a lightsinger? i hope she is #I’m pro Gwynriel #I’m pro Elriel #I’m also pro Azris #I’m pro Elucien #they should all just get married and live a happy little poly life and also invite me #Spotify

[evermorelore]

A stolen glance, always filled with pining, yearning, and worst of all: understanding. Elain knew it had to be the bond that was causing this flurry of fury building in her whenever Lucien caught her eye. There was nothing else for it, she decided. After this eternal dinner, where everyone was seated next to their own mates, she was going to… do something. She just wasn’t sure what yet. 

#first drabble I've written in YEARS #I dunno what this is and where it will go but here we are #my art #my fic #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #sarah j maas #acotar fanart #acotar

[darkphilosophies]

Her fingers ghosted over the jagged edges of his scar, and his eyes flew open.

"It's ugly," he said, and his hand shot up to grab hers, to pry it away from his face.

"Perhaps to somebody else," Elain whispered, her finger curling around his, allowing his warmth to travel up her skin like a delicate caress. "Never to me."

Elain leaned over and placed a soft kiss right above his brow where his scar started, then traced it with her lips all the way to his jaw.

The muscles in his face relaxed, and his eyes, when he looked at her, were full of a tenderness she had never seen on them before. Elain found that the air was too thick with her own emotions; that she could barely breathe. So, she did the only thing that came to her mind—she kissed him slowly, deeply, trying to convey her emotions in a language she was only beginning to understand.

#just a drabble #acotar #elain archeron #elain x lucien #elucien #lucien vanserra #autumn court

[the-lonelybarricade]

Personally, I'm excited for the moment Elain discovers that Lucien sleeps naked

#drabble potentially incoming 👀👀 #I've been trying to focus on this next QoT chapter but a little 500 word something won't hurt will it? #Elucien

[sadiegirl2021]

Imagine Elain talking to Helion in the Night Court and Lucien talking to his mom in Autumn (post Beron).

They have seperately seeked advice from the only people they know who have broken their bond because they know they need to resolve their own soon.

Helion: It has been centuries since we broke it, but I can still feel it...feel her...

LOA: I thought it would make it easier, but I still long for him everyday...

Lucien feels the lightest tug on the bond, and he just knows what it means. He winnows straight to the Night Court and Elain is waiting for him outside the River House. The second they see each other, they run towards each other, in desperation. Elain flings herself into his arms and they kiss each other until they're breathless.

They're done fighting it ❤️

#We need dramatic running! #Elucien drabble #If you're inspired to write more on this then please steal it! #elucien #pro elucien #pro elain archeron #pro lucien vanserra #acotar theory

[kingofsummer93]

Where Have the Bubbles Gone?

A silly Elucien NSFW drabble inspired by this stunning art by the talented @sarahsoba.

Word count: 1.5K | Rating: E

Elain shivered as Lucien’s hands stroked up and down her thighs, his lazy, contented grin turning a mischievous shade that she knew all too well.

“You know,” she teased, squirming a little in his lap, “the point of a bath is to get clean.”

His laugh was low and wicked, and Elain bit her lip to keep from smiling. She reached for her glass of bubbly wine and took a sip, if only to cool her rapidly boiling blood. The bubbles exploded on her tongue, as luxurious and intoxicating as Lucien’s hands roaming over her body.

“Can you blame me? It’s hard to think clean thoughts when you’re straddling me looking like that.” He reached up and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

“Looking like what?” she asked innocently, cocking her head to the side. She slowly ran her hands down his chest, digging her nails in just enough for a groan to slip from his throat.

Lucien sat up, water sloshing in the bath as he lowered his lips to her ear. Elain squirmed again, her pulse increasing. “Wet,” he whispered.

He leaned back in the water, bracing his hands on the side of the bath, his smirk one of pure male arrogance. Elain scooped a handful of the rapidly disappearing bubbles, blowing them into his face.

“Hey!” He threw a hand up, chuckling as he shielded his face from the lavender-scented bubbles. “What was that for?”

“For making assumptions you have no evidence of,” Elain said primly.

Even as she said it she adjusted herself in his lap until she was straddling one of his muscled thighs. It took a considerable amount of restraint to prevent herself from rubbing against him to relieve the growing ache between her legs. Even more so to keep from inching forward in his lap and feel the evidence of his own arousal press against her. The smell of lavender was heavy in the steamy air, but not enough to mask the salty, musky shift in his scent.

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow, his hands now trailing lightly up her sides. “Who’s thinking dirty thoughts now?” His thumbs lightly brushed the underside of her breasts, and her nipples pebbled at the touch.

His eyes dipped, his fiery, mismatched gaze growing hungry at the sight. Elain drank him in for a moment, his auburn hair shining like flames in the candle light, golden skin gleaming, lips curved into that maddening smirk.

“Well, can you blame me?” she asked. “When you’re sitting there looking like that?”

Lucien laughed again, his fingers inching higher until his thumbs were circling her nipples. “Looking like what?”

Elain rocked her hips once, just enough to make her breath hitch. Lucien’s heartbeat was racing as quickly as hers, though still he only grinned at her. Damn this male and his control.

No matter. She could play this game too.

“Like you know the bubbles are not the only thing getting blown tonight.”

“Shit.”

It was Elain’s turn to laugh as Lucien surged forward and yanked the plug from the bath. The water gurgled around them, the remaining bubbles disappearing until she spied what waited for her underneath the water.

Lucien dipped his head towards her neck as he reached around and grabbed handfuls of her ass to lift her hips up. “Is that so?” he murmured. His breath was warm against her ear. A sheen of sweat coated her skin, even with the water draining from the tub.

His hand dipped between her legs and they both groaned as his fingers slid through her slick folds, swirling lazily. “There’s my evidence,” he whispered.

Elain wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck, dropping the coy act as his fingers worked her maddeningly slowly. When one of his fingers slipped inside her she bit the crook of his neck to hold in her wanton moan.

Lucien hissed, smacking her ass playfully. “Naughty.”

She dropped a kiss to his reddened skin, and then another, all the way up his throat. Lucien groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips as she kissed all the way up to his ear. She dug her teeth into the soft flesh of his earlobe, chuckling as his breath hitched.

“Guess we’ll just have to take another bath after,” she teased.

Her teasing has the desired effect- Lucien’s fingers increased their pace, sending heat coiling deep in her belly. His fingers tangled in her hair, lifting her head up just enough for him to press his lips to hers. He kissed her, slowly, lazily, until her thighs trembled from the effort of holding herself up.

“Use your words,” he whispered against her mouth, his lips curled in a grin even as he kissed her. “Tell me what you want.”

Elain whined, and Lucien laughed softly. “You know what I want, you cocky bastard.” She wrapped her fingers against the base of his cock to accentuate her point, gripping him tightly. He groaned in response, his fingers faltering slightly as his hips jerked.

She pushed against his chest until he laid back against the side of the bath, chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. His fingers slipped out of her to grip her hips tightly, holding her above him.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

She lowered herself an inch, until the swollen head of his cock rubbed against her soaked, sensitive flesh. “This.”

Another low, rumbling laugh. “I see. My mate wants my cock.”

Elain whined at his words. The golden cord wrapped around her ribs sang in response, coiling as tightly as the pleasure building inside her. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against his already leaking cock, shivering in anticipation.

“Yes.” It was becoming difficult to stay coherent with her brains leaking out of her ears. Damn him and his self-control. She’d make him beg later. With her mouth. The thought made her chuckle darkly.

“Then take it, my love.”

Elain lowered herself slowly, hissing at the sweet, sharp pain as she stretched to accommodate his size. Lucien’s hands were everywhere, rubbing up her thighs, her breasts, her ass, like he wanted to touch her everywhere at once.

A string of filthy praise fell from his lips as she rocked her hips slowly, finding her rhythm. “That’s it,” he murmured, head slumped back against the side of the bath. “Have your way with me. Use my cock.”

His words urged her on, and she moved faster, his hands guiding her as her hips lifted up and down. She tipped her head back, hands braced on his chest, reveling in the feel of having him like this, under her control.

“Fuck you’re a goddess.” His voice was ragged, as if his control was finally slipping, and a giggle slipped from her lips. She’d still make him beg later. Just for fun.

The bath was slick with leftover bubbles, the wet slap of their skin echoing around them as she rode his cock, hard and fast. Her rhythm faltered when his fingers slipped between them to rub her clit.

“Lucien,” his name fell from her lips in a breathless moan. She might be the one begging now, but that was fine.

Lucien pulled her against him, wrapping his arms tightly around her back and bracing his feet against the bath as he thrust up into her. Elain slumped against him, gripping him tightly as the edge of her vision started to shimmer with the promise of ecstasy.

“That’s it, love,” he groaned. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.” His deep voice was husky and ragged, rumbling through her bones, and it was enough to tip her over the edge.

She shattered against him, biting his shoulder again to muffle her cries as pleasure rolled through her in a hot tidal wave. Her mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood as her teeth sank into his skin. The taste made her feel wild, awakening some primal instinct inside of her, prolonging her pleasure.

My mate, the beast in her chest roared. Mine.

“Yours,” Lucien groaned in agreement, as if she had it out loud. She could feel him tensing underneath her as he slammed into her hard, and then stilled, groaning her name as his body shook with his own release.

She stayed slumped against him as their heartbeats slowed, both their bodies still shaking slightly. Eventually Lucien sat up, cradling her against him, and turned on the tap. Elain yawned against his neck, the warm water lulling her into a peaceful, sleepy daze.

“I’m not done with you.” Her words were slightly slurred with exhaustion, muffled as she pressed her face into his neck. “I’m going to make you beg.”

“Shhh. Of course you are, love.”

“Maybe tomorrow morning, though,” she relented, hugging his neck tighter as she yawned again.

Lucien chuckled softly as he gently cleaned her off. “Whatever you say, angel.”

Elain sighed in contentment, warm and safe in the arms of her mate.

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#elucien #elucien fanfic #elucien fanfiction #elucien drabble #elucien smut #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

[asnowfern]

A little Elucien drabble on this fine Wednesday?

Elain rushed out of the River House, the scream trapped in her throat.

The visions of potential futures plagued her sleep and cycled through her head. Everyone was dead while she stood by their mangled corpses, powerless to do anything else.

Feyre. Nesta. Azriel. Cassian. Rhysand. Lu-

A lump formed in her throat as her brain finished the thought. Elain fell to her knees and doubled over, emptying the contents of her stomach into the grass.

She felt his presence moments before the warm hand landed on her back, rubbing comforting circles. It was not the first time he had checked on her in the aftermath of a vicious nightmare. His golden presence would hover soothingly from a distance, never outrightly interacting with her but letting her know that he was there, if she needed him. Today appeared to be the day that he knew she did.

She choked back a sob as she dry heaved, her brain still fixated on the macabre images.

"Tell me what you need," he requested with such gentleness that her heart tightened.

"Air," she rasped out, "I-I can't breathe."

The circular motions on her back paused, the heat from his hand still radiating, grounding her.

"Do you trust me?"

Her mind whirled. It felt like their relationship was at a fork, just waiting for a step to be taken in the right direction. If they wanted it, if she wanted it. She nodded before she could convince herself otherwise and let him winnow the both of them away.

A salty breeze kissed her skin and blew her hair back, tall wild grass beneath her feet tickled her legs. Elain shivered as she opened her eyes to the sight of the vast sea before her, the teeniest sliver of pink light flirting with the horizon. Her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat at the mind numbing beauty.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, glancing around, "Where are we?"

"Dawn" he answered, a small smile playing on his lips.

Elain looked down at the waves lapping lazily against the cliff in the distance and mused, "What happens if I jump?"

His hand wrapped around hers, "Let's find out, together"

She observed his expression carefully, "You're serious?"

"Arms tucked by the side, head and body locked in perpendicular to the water." he instructed in response, humour lurking in his eyes.

Elain pulled the both of them right to the edge, daring him. The male cocked an eyebrow as if to say - do it then.

So Elain did.

With the smallest step, Elain flung the both of them into the air. An exhilarated laugh bubbled in her chest as they descended in free fall. Her face split into a wide grin.

When they resurfaced in the water, Elain was still sporting the wide grin. Her chest felt lighter than it had ever been. She threw her arms around Lucien, wrapping her petite body around his large frame.

"Thank you" she said in the barest of whispers.

As Lucien's arms circled around her, snugly enveloping her waist, Elain's brain was blissfully filled with nothing but him.

#elucien drabble #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #acotar

[velidewrites]

Drabble idea: Auntie Elain and Nyx

Another Day Court drabble, if you don't mind 👀 I couldn't resist some Lucien & Nyx shenanigans!

A small warning for non-graphic mentions of blood!

“Stay still,” Elain hissed.

Amused, Lucien’s eyes glittered, but he obeyed nonetheless. “You’re still mad at me,” he noted.

Obviously.

“Not at all,” she said, pressing the gauze to his wound again. Even though it had been fifteen minutes since the accident, his temple was still seeping red. Slowly, yes—but still. She did not enjoy the sight of blood on her mate’s immaculate face.

Elain dropped the soaked compress to the stool beside her, reaching for its replacement—soft, the fabric a pristine white. For now, she thought bitterly.

Lucien eyed the discarded cloth. “It should have healed by now,” he muttered, more to himself than Elain, earning a small huff from his mate.

“Perhaps Fae healing doesn’t work when such stupidity is involved,” she observed stiffly. Lucien only chuckled, the sound immediately followed by a sharp breath as Elain pressed the gauze to the open cut. “I told you to stay still,” she instructed.

“I am,” he said, even as he twitched in his seat.

Another chuckle—from behind her this time. “Don’t mind her, uncle Lucien,” a light voice chimed in sweetly, “I think you’re going to look awesome with another scar.”

Elain whipped back, crossing her arms at the sight of the sly smirk on her nephew’s face. “Stop encouraging him,” she warned. "He loves that."

Nyx grinned. “Sorry, auntie.” A glance at Lucien. “I really meant it, though.”

Lucien rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, I’m sure you did.”

“Why don’t you make yourself useful,” Elain suggested, turning back to lean over her mate again, “Pass me another cloth, please. This one’s already soaking.”

The boy sighed dramatically, but he moved to his aunt’s side, digging into the healing kit.

“It’s not that bad,” Lucien argued, resting his hand on Elain’s hip. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore,” he added, his voice quieter now as his thumb brushed her side reassuringly.

“I don’t believe you,” Elain said, her own fingers gently grazing his cheek as she countered, “A Pegasus kicked you in the face.”

Nyx laughed.

“I’m sorry, Elain,” Lucien said earnestly, his other hand reaching for hers. “I was just trying to impress the kid.” He pressed a small kiss to her knuckles.

“It was really funny,” the boy agreed.

Elain lifted a brow. “Was it, now?”

“I can show you, if you’d like!” her nephew offered, voice high with excitement.

A crooked smile tugged on Lucien’s mouth. “Let’s not embarrass me in front of your aunt anymore, Nyx,” he pleaded. “But I am glad to hear your daemati powers are improving.”

His violet eyes twinkled. “Uncle Cassian crashed into a tree during our patrol last week,” he told them. “I could show you that, if you’d like?”

Elain only sighed.

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[lucienarcheron]

Ok but expanding on the wingman idea - I wish you would write a fic where the women of Prythian come together to make Elain see reason. Picture this they’re all at some big party with all the courts, and Lucien is BUSY. Elain’s watching while the man is dancing with Nuan, Cressida, Vassa, oh what’s this? Feyre wants a turn with her old friend? Ok that makes sense- wait…Nesta?? But she doesn’t even like him?? Meanwhile Lucien’s just like 🧍‍♂️

Ohohohoho. Do I love this or what!

Elain is trying to ignore these weird... territorial feelings she's getting? Why? Why is she feeling this way? They don't...interact that way. He let her be, per her preference and Elain had certainly never given him any ideas that she felt otherwise.

Not that she'd been able to stop herself from thinking about him before bed. Or how he appears in her dreams. Or how she still hears his heartbeat. She would never tell anyone that she knows exactly when he sets foot in Velaris and is hyperaware of him at all times. No one needed to know that.

He was friends with Feyre. Of course, they'd dance together. She didn't need to pay attention to how they laughed. Or how smooth of a dance he was. Of course, he'd dance with Vassa, they were also close friends. They lived together and no, she was not feeling some kind of emotion associated with the color green at that thought. It was none of her business what he did or where he lived.

But those other women...who were they? Why was he so comfortable dancing with them? She could casually ask Feyre about it later but she didn't want to make her curiosity obvious...but Nesta? Dancing with Lucien?

Why? Since when did her older sister have a friendship casual enough that she danced with him?

Elain was barely thinking straight, running mostly on annoyance when she oh, so, casually bumped into him at the refreshments table and he apologized graciously as if she wasn't the one to bump into him.

"Giving yourself a much-needed boost after all that dancing?" she said, attempting humor but even to her own ears, her tone sounded tight.

Lucien only lifts a brow. "It has been a fun night with friends."

Elain hums, a finger tapping on the flute of champagne in her hand. "Yes, it seems like you're enjoying yourself."

"I am," he said, then tilted his head, watching her curiously. "Is there something I can assist you with, my lady?"

And Elain tried not to shiver at the term he always used with her. Always so polite. Always with manners. An awkward silence filled the space between them and Elain knew Lucien would always work on her pace. He would wait for her to initiate anything more than a conversation — as annoyingly respectful as he was.

Elain pursed her lips and before she could think too long about it, she knocked back the glass of champagne and cleared her throat.

"Are you going to ask me to dance?"

Lucien paused, a slight color staining his cheeks, and straightened. "I would've assumed you preferred I stayed away from you."

The next words slipped out before she could stop them. "I would not prefer that. Especially when you're dancing with every female in the room but me."

His lips twitched and Elain promptly wanted to die. She didn't even like him, right? Why did she care if he danced with her? Why was she even talking to him in such a public event?

But now she had brought attention to it and it seemed like she cared and oh gods, was everyone watching them? She felt herself turn more and more red by the minute, frowning.

"Nevermind. I —"

"I would be honored to dance with you," he said and Elain blinked at him as he watched her with amusement.

"Oh."

"Given that you're dying to dance with me."

"I'm not dying to —"

"Too late, you can't take it back now." he joked and Elain made a noise of protest until she saw the twitch of his lips. He was teasing her, that rake. "I just hope you can keep up."

Her eyes narrowed and suddenly her heart began to pump so very fast. She was going to dance with him. With her...mate. And maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the general atmosphere of the party, and yes — maybe it was because he was handsome and she wanted to show everyone else exactly how well she danced, that Elain lifted her head, jutting her chin in a challenge and said, "Let's hope you can keep up with me."

#elucien #elucien drabbles #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #this is unedited lol #gigi writes #gfics #asks #anon #they def have a drunk first smooch at this party btw

[vanseerra]

Thinking about budding/pre-romance Elucien

Elain and Lucien on opposite sides of the room in an attempt to quiet the pull of the bond

Curious glances to each other whenever the other speaks or makes any movement

Small, knowing smiles and rolling eyes at other people's ridiculous comments that only they notice

'Accidentally' brushing past each other on the way out of a room and the jolt of electricity that follows it

Acts of service! Lucien putting away Elains gardening tools when she forgets about them. Elain rinsing Luciens boots from mud before he leaves for the evening

Wearing matching styles (clothes and hair) by chance

Elain buying and wearing a perfume that matches his scent and catching him off guard with it

Them vehemently defending each other in conversation when the other isn't present

Knowing instinctively when the other is sick and sending small care packages

Running to each other first when distressed and knowing exactly what to say to comfort

"It feels like we were lovers long before either of us ever confronted it"

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar #elain x lucien #drabbles

[ofduskanddreams]

Truth or Dare, Azriel?

For @panicatthenightcourt :) The request: Gwynriel and Elucien. Tipsy truth or dare and maybe things get a little bit messy? I chose to make this a modern AU since it wasn't specified hehe.

A/N: It's implied that they've been drinking but let me assure everyone that they're still fully in control of themselves. There is no infidelity in this fic, everything is consented to by all parties involved.

Gwynriel & Elucien ✦ Rated M ✦ 1.3k words ✦ on AO3

Azriel dropped his head onto Gwyn’s shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the scents of sunscreen and lavender shampoo.

The bonfire was crackling merrily and carving a pool of orange out of the deep violet night. Crickets chirped, frogs trilled, and the lake water lapped gently at the sand.

He was tipsy.

Gwyn smelled fucking amazing.

There were still four days left of their vacation.

He was at his favorite place with his favorite people.

It was too….

No. 

Azriel sat up, blinking against the firelight and reminding himself that he was allowed to have this without the constant fear of it being stripped away.  

Some things were truly good. Other shoes didn’t always drop.

“Everything alright, Az?” Elain asked. She was curled into Lucien’s side across the fire from them.

“Yeah, fine. I just spaced out.” He hoped his face betrayed nothing. The last thing he needed was for Lucien to spend the rest of their vacation calling him Sadzriel again. 

“Okay,” Gwyn exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “We are going to play a game because it’s too early for us to be getting tired. Besides, we need to give them—” she jerked her head toward the house on the hill “—more time before the cabin will be safe.”

Half an hour earlier, Nesta had dragged Cassian away from the fire claiming she was “tired.” Rhys and Feyre made their excuses not long after.

Gwyn had a point. Even if they wanted to go to bed right now, Azriel knew none of them would be able to fall asleep due to the volume of the others' activities. It was the one downside of this pine-sheltered haven on the lake. 

“What kind of game?” Lucien asked.

Azriel turned to his right. The flames danced tangerine in the teal reflection of Gwyn’s eyes making them gleam with a devilish light. 

His girlfriend shot him a sly smile. “Truth or Dare.”

Elain grinned, “I’m in.” 

“Me too,” Lucien said with a huff of laughter. 

“Az?”

His past experiences of Truth or Dare weren’t what Azriel would call fond memories. Then again, maybe that was an unavoidable consequence of playing with Rhys and Cassian instead of being the fault of the game itself. And the way Gwyn was looking up at him all wide-eyed and lower lip caught between her teeth the way she knew drove him crazy….

“Fine, I’m in too.”

“Don’t sound so excited about it,” Lucien chuckled and Azriel threw an empty beer can at his head.

“If you had my memories of Truth or Dare, you wouldn’t be so psyched about it either,” Azriel grumbled. 

It didn’t take long for the game to spiral in the direction that Azriel had been dreading. They made it once around the circle and then it was Elain’s turn again. He knew it was going to be bad no matter which option he chose. The world may think Elain Archeron the epitome of sweet kindness, but those close to her knew better than to fall to that facade. Elain Archeron could be the devil in disguise.

“Truth or dare, Azriel?” she asked, her tone intentionally disarming.

Knowing Elain for as long as he had, he knew she knew things about him that few did—that Gwyn didn’t. Not yet, at least. They’d been together for a year but some things he wanted to share were so weighty that a year might not be strong enough to hold them. To choose “truth” would be too risky.

“Dare.” Azriel leaned back, leveling Elain with a look of challenge to belie his fear of her next words.

“I dare you to kiss Lucien. For at least five seconds. With feeling.”

And Elain looked so smug at that, Azriel couldn’t help but laugh. Lucien was very attractive. Had they met in a bar and weren’t attached, he’d waste no time. “What do you say, Lucien?”

Lucien wore a smirk as he pushed off the log to stand. “If the ladies want a show, and you are willing, who am I to deny them?”

Azriel rose, moving until they were standing nearly chest to chest. “Oh, if it’s what the ladies want, I’m all in.” 

He shot a questioning glance toward Gwyn over his shoulder. It was only a fun game if everyone thought so, if she didn’t want him to do this he wouldn’t. But Gwyn was smiling, and she waved her hands as if to say by all means, please continue.

So, Azriel reached and tangled his fingers in the thick red hair at Lucien’s nape. He winked at Gwyn. “I always have had a thing for redheads,” and then he stepped into Lucien’s space.

Lucien was slightly taller than him. Azriel had forgotten until he had to tilt his chin at the last second. The kiss started out questioning: hi there, hello—drawing back, a second chaste brush and press—we’re doing this, yes we are.

Then it turned exploratory: how good of a kisser are you?—adding pressure—very good I’ll have you know—Lucien’s hands on either side of his jaw, tipping Azriel’s head as he took control. Azriel nipped Lucien’s lower lip in response to the challenge.

Someone wolf-whistled. Probably Gwyn. Azriel took that as his cue to slow, and Lucien did the same.

The kiss ended sincerely: that was rather nice—a strong press—it was, wasn’t it—parting, then coming back for one last peck, featherlight and lingering.

They stepped away from each other, smiling. Lucien offered Azriel his hand, “Nice work.”

Azriel shook it, “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

Lucien rolled his eyes and went back to sit beside Elain. “Was it everything you hoped for?”

Elain, whose red cheeks (though not as red as Gwyn’s when Azriel looked) were answer enough, but she huffed a laugh, “And then some. I don’t know what I expected but that was… something.” 

Lucien arched an eyebrow, glancing between Azriel and Gwyn with a silent question. Azriel couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him, but that was something to think about for another night. Now he needed revenge.

“Elain—Truth or dare?” Azriel already knew which one she would choose, but they had to play the game. 

“Dare.” 

Just as he had hoped.

“I dare you to ask Gwyn to go skinny dipping in the lake with you right now.”

“Oh,” Elain feigned surprise. “So that’s how it’s going to be? What do you say, Gwyn, should we give the boys a taste of their own medicine?”

“Now hold on. That wasn’t—” Azriel’s half-hearted protest was interrupted when Gwyn stood up and tugged off her (it was actually his, but she’d stolen it) hoodie.

“There is nothing I would like more,” Gwyn replied with a wicked-looking grin aimed at Azriel. 

Elain and Gwyn walked down the beach, a trail of discarded clothes marking their path to the lakeshore. 

Slowly, Azriel and Lucien rose and turned as one, as if there were little more than puppets on strings. 

Inky water swallowed pale limbs and soft curves as they walked further out. The two women seemed to glow in the light of the nearly full moon reflecting off the breeze wrinkled surface of the lake. They were ethereal, otherworldly, like nymphs or sirens.

Azriel glanced at Lucien to find the man already looking at him. They exchanged nods, starting to follow the trail their girlfriends had left behind.

Gwyn and Elain stopped when the water was just below their shoulders. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew their hands were in each other's wet hair and they were kissing. 

“Fuck me.” The words sounded like they’d been punched out of Lucien’s gut.

“Yeah,” Azriel breathed. He shared the sentiment.

“Well boys,” Gwyn’s voice carried over the water. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join us?”

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[starfall-spirit]

Day 3: Sunshine

Summary: Elain enjoys a picnic with Lucien, pondering the future they'll share in Day.

AN: This event is my first time posting Elucien. Naturally, I ask you to be polite in your feedback.

Read on Ao3

Word Count: 658

CW: None

He was far too handsome for his own good. Elain was all too aware he knew that as he lounged on the thin blanket spread out beneath them, a glint of golden sun catching in the red of his hair as the mid-summer breeze ruffle the strands that weren't pinned beneath his shoulders. "I can feel you staring, mate."

He smirked slightly as she settled on her elbow beside him, his eyes still closed against the light peaking through the leaves swaying above them. "Sometimes I wonder when I'm going to wake up."

Lucien peeled his eyes open, rolling onto his side to mirror his mate. "What do you mean, love?"

She fiddled with a fallen leaf. "Things have always been... For years and years, it's been one danger or drama or expectation after the next. And now..."

Now she was happy. Her future was bright, unrestrained by conflict or social expectations. She had the leisure to build a real relationship with her sisters even as she no longer depended on them so entirely. She had the freedom to build a life of her own with the male she loved with her whole heart. To spend the rest of her long, long life in his arms, content to lie beneath the sun day after day with only the sounds of bright laughter and music and unadulterated joy around them.

That's not to say the Day Court was flawless. Every person and place had their faults. But it was a far cry from the first few years she spent in Prythian, one court as cold as the next as they tried to piece together a war-cleaved continent. She hadn't bore the brunt of it and she'd never try to claim she had. But it had still been an exhausting few years.

Middle sister.

Mediator.

Gentle and good and kind and perfect.

Breaking away was the most terrifying and exhilarating thing she had ever done, to be frank. And it had brought her here, out of the box she had been pushed into as a girl and into a whole new way of seeing the world.

"Now I'm free of it all and waiting for reality to set in. For some conflict or conundrum to shatter this dreamscape." Her mate hummed, an arm curling around her waist so she was forced to shift with him when he rolled onto his back again. Contentment shuttered down the thread between them as she buried her face in his chest, letting their legs tangle around one another. Full from their picnic with the warmth of the high sun around them it would be all too easy to drift to sleep there, she knew. Another little element of this utopia of theirs. "It all feels too perfect to last."

His fingers tangled in her unbound hair, stroking from her scalp to the curled ends before repeating the motion. "I've never taken kindly to good fortune either," he murmured. "At least, not until you came along. It was far too fleeting to trust. But with the war behind us, the courts near peace, our bond officiated, here with my true family and you at my side... I'm willing to risk it."

"Can you promise me this is forever?"

He smiled, kissing her hair. "No, my love. But I can promise it's the beginning of a brilliance to bloom. And I'll push Lady Luck as long as I'm able if that means we'll have our happily ever after."

"Promise?"

"By the sun above us," he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. "By the moon to rise." Another kiss fell under her jaw before he raised his head again, lips just inches from her own. "Every star that falls or burns for us night after night. By the very bond between us, I swear with all I am, Elain, we'll have a lifetime of joy and light."

And as his lips finally found hers, she believed.

~~~~~

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[areyoudreaminof]

Unsupervised: a Band of Exiles drabble

Inspired by and dedicated to the incredible @velidewrites and THIS hilarious Inaccurate ACOTAR quote. Enjoy!

Elain looked up at the clock again, huffing to herself as she stuck the chunks of marinated meat on the skewers. It was already 4, she had sent Lucien and Jurian off for supplies hours ago, and sunset was rapidly approaching. If they didn’t get here soon, all of her plans for Vassa’s birthday would be ruined, and Elain needed it to be perfect. She had been planning it for months, pouring over volumes of Scythian history and culture, pestering her friend to tell her stories of the home she missed so much. They would cook skewered meats and vegetables over an open fire and sleep in a large tent under the stars, and while it wasn’t quite as Scythian as Elain would have liked, she could at the very least make Vassa happy with the effort. She didn’t have fermented mare’s milk, but sweet wine would work, though she did manage to get the spices needed for the food. Now, all that was left was the tent. It wouldn’t be the large dome that the nomads used on the plains, but they could fake it, Elain had decided. She had sent the boys off for canvas and posts in the early afternoon and there was still no sign of them.

Suddenly, Elain’s thoughts were interrupted by chaos, Lucien yelped as Jurian shouted “DON’T BITE ME” as she ran out the back door. Making a beeline for the yard, she stopped dead in her tracks as she found herself face to face with a very fat miniature horse. 

Blinking, Elain looked up at Lucien as he grinned awkwardly, “Lucien what is this?” she demanded

“His name is Barnabas,” Lucien said weakly

“You were supposed to get supplies for the tent-” Elain sputtered as Barnabas looked at her with cold, dead eyes. 

“I did, and we even got it from a Scythian merchant” he said pointing at the sad pile of canvas, “and luckily Barney here came at a discount. Now we can have a full Scythian experience.” Lucien leapt to the side as the demonic horse took a snap at him. “If we’re lucky, Vassa can ride him in her bird form.”

Elain, with fury creeping in her chest, met her mate's eyes. She had to remind herself, in that moment, just how much she loved him before she strangled him. “I sent you off hours ago for one simple task and you came back with this?” she hissed.

“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” Lucien replied smoothly.

“Wasn’t Jurian supposed to go with you?” 

“In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.” Jurian said as his hand hovered over Barnabas’s fat backside.

“I’m going to kill you both”, Elain said numbly as the little horse began to nuzzle her body, “You two are like children.”

#elucien #band of exiles #i am the boe sitcom writer #drabble #i love you velide!