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You Are Not the Kind of Boy (Who Should Be Marrying the Wrong Girl): Part Three

A/N: Happy Day Three of @sjmromanceweek! This is the final part of Regency Elucien, and for this one, there's no prompt squinting needed since there's actually a proposal. Hope everyone enjoyed this little sequel as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Lucien Spellcleaver is going mad.

That’s the only explanation. It’s the only way to describe the way his mind has been spiraling, the way his thoughts swirl and swirl around only one singular thought. Only one singular person. It’s the only explanation for the way his heart writhes and throbs between his ribs, a palpable, tangible pain. The only explanation for why he’s pacing back and forth across his study, scrubbing a hand through his hair until it’s a tangle of knots.

“Well, this is a sad sight.”

Lucien rolls his eyes at the sound of that voice, whirling around to find Eris leaning casually against the door jamb. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I come visit my favorite baby brother?”

“Half brother.”

Eris shrugs, straightening and stepping further into the room. “Mother said that you were sulking.”

“I am not sulking.”

Eris raises an eyebrow, looking pointedly toward Lucien’s desk, toward the pile of paper and ink sprawled across the wood. Three letters. He’s written three letters and received not a single answer. Three letters, each one dissolving more and more into a mess of words and smeared ink and desperation.

He should have told her. He should have told her down by the lake before anything else had happened. But he'd been stupid. He'd been selfish and drunk off the way it felt to finally kiss her, to have her in his arms. Addicted to the way her skin felt against his own, what it was like to have her pliant and beautiful beneath him.

He’d been sure she must already know exactly how he feels. How he’d do anything for her if only she said the word. How his heart beats only for her and he’d gladly tear it straight from his chest and place it in her awaiting hands.

But then she’d vanished in the night like some sort of wraith.

He’d tried to give her space at first, thought that was what she needed and wanted to respect that. Then he’d tried to call on her, only to be informed by a neighbor that the Archerons weren’t home, off to the quick and quiet wedding of the eldest.

That’s when he sent the first letter that went unanswered.

He’d tried to catch Elain in town next, practically loitering at all the places he knew she frequented, but that had been just as unsuccessful. And had led to the second letter that went unanswered. Hoping for his opportunity at the promenade had followed, but the entire Archeron family was oddly missing. And his third letter went unanswered. Then, just a few days ago, he was sure his time would finally come at the house party hosted by Kallias and his wife Viviane, but it seemed the Archerons were uninvited from the festivities.

So, now, here Lucien is. Over two weeks removed from that night with Elain. And absolutely losing his mind.

“I don’t understand why you’re still panting after her,” Eris continues, pushing off the door jamb and stepping fully into the room. “You can’t possibly have missed the Archeron family scandal.”

“And yet, if I recall correctly, weren’t you courting the eldest Archeron not long ago?” Lucien fires back, still remembering the ball his father hosted last season, the way Eris had spent most of the evening twirling Nesta across the dance floor. He still remembers the way Eris’s proposal had been denied, Nesta with little interest in moving to Paris.

Eris hums, his face the perfect mask of boredom. “I can’t decide if I dodged a bullet or if I should be offended that she couldn’t be persuaded to warm my bed unwed.”

“Jealous of a Scotsman, Eris?”

“Never.”

Despite the growled tone of his half brother, Lucien doesn’t believe Eris for a moment. Still, he doesn’t have time for this. Doesn’t have time for their mother’s attempted meddling. Doesn’t have time for Eris’s judgment or opinions. He doesn’t have time to keep pacing around his study if he’s being honest.

“Look, I need to… if you’ll excuse me.”

It’s all that Lucien offers before he brushes past Eris and out the door. He doesn’t stop, heading down the main stairs and all the way out of the estate. He forgoes a carriage or even a horse, hoping the walk will help him clear his head a bit, will help him decide exactly what he intends to say.

But the afternoon sun does little to dispel the anxiety churning low in his gut. The late summer breeze only winding through his lungs, swirling with the tension there and squeezing. By the time the iron gates of the Archeron manor come into view, Lucien’s heart is a thunderous beat between his ribs. He just prays it doesn’t show too badly on his face as he makes his way up the front steps and rings the bell.

It feels like years while he waits, but soon the door is being pulled open and Lucien is met with a pair of blue gray eyes blinking as confusedly at him as he feels.

“Feyre?”

“Lucien. What are you doing here?”

Lucien clears his throat, flexing his fingers where they’re tucked neatly behind his back. “I was hoping I might speak with Elain actually.”

“We’re not allowing callers,” Feyre explains, already beginning to close the door in his face before she hesitates for a moment. “Sorry.”

The door closes with a soft snick, and Lucien can do nothing but gape at the wood, stare at it as if it will magically open and Elain will be standing there on the other side. With a frustrated huff, he spins on his heel, scrubbing a hand through his hair while he makes his way back down the front steps.

“Denied as well?”

Lucien snaps his head in the direction of the sudden voice, surprised to find Rhysand Night leaning casually against the wall of the manor, partially hidden in the shadows cast by the tall branches of the trees lining the street. The Duke looks almost out of place in the bright afternoon, with his dark hair, his black jacket and pants. Still, the sight of him has Lucien raising his chin, squaring his shoulders even as he shoves his hand in his pockets to give an air of indifference.

“Don’t tell me you’re calling on Elain Archeron as well.”

Rhysand chuckles, picking a piece of lint off his jacket sleeve and flicking it aside. “Don’t worry, Spellcleaver. No one but you is calling on your Archeron sweetheart. Especially after what Cassian pulled.”

“He’s your friend I thought.”

“He is, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still think him an idiot. Unfortunately, there was no talking him out of that one. Something about Nesta Archeron has had him ensnared for years.”

Lucien glances back toward Archeron manor. “Nesta MacLeod now I hear.”

“And are you hoping for Elain Spellcleaver?”

Lucien snaps his attention back to Rhysand, quick to fire back, “Are you hoping to make Feyre a duchess?”

Rhysand laughs again, shaking his head. “Touche, Spellcleaver.”

“I wish you luck. Feyre and I sometimes had lessons together as children. I remember quite distinctly the way she swore she’d never marry,” Lucien offers, not even bothering to bite back his smirk at the memories. Rhysand will certainly have his hands full if Feyre is who he continues to pursue.

“So she keeps telling me,” Rhysand mutters, rolling his eyes, but Lucien swears it’s not annoyance in the Duke’s expression. It’s almost excitement at the challenge brewing beneath that violet gaze.

“Is your plan to lurk in the shadows here then? Until she changes her mind?”

“What can I say? I’ve never been one for more traditional courting. Perhaps you might consider the same.”

Lucien scoffs, turning away from Rhysand and walking out of the Archeron manor gate. He makes his way down the path that leads back to his family’s estate, but Rhysand’s words continue to ring in his mind. Like a small, needling voice prickling along the back of his mind, scraping and digging their claws in. It’s stupid. It would be stupid. Possibly the most stupid thing he’ll ever do.

But isn’t idiocy what got Lucien into this mess in the first place?

He waits until the sun starts to dip low in the sky, shadows growing across the grass and purples and blues bleeding through the world around him. He waits until the flicker of candlelight casts the windows of the manor in glowing orange. Thankfully, he remembers enough from his conversations with Feyre, finding the balcony she often mentioned using when she’d sneak away in the night.

It’s more difficult than he anticipated, finding the right stones and bricks to use as hand and footholds, his grip slipping a few times. But soon, he’s pulling himself up over the railing and onto the balcony, more scrapes and bruises than he wanted but still worth it. Just like in Feyre’s stories, the door is unlocked, and Lucien is able to slip inside with ease.

He has to be quick, but he has to be quiet too. He tiptoes down the hall, pausing at each door and pressing his ear against the wood to listen for voices. He even dares to open a few, just a crack, to peek into the rooms beyond. Finally, on the fourth door he tries, Lucien is greeted with the sight of long, beautiful curls of golden brown hair.

He darts into the room, closing the door quickly behind his back. Elain whips her head around at the sound, brown eyes widening in surprise and her brush clattering against her vanity table. She’s on her feet in a second, and for a moment, Lucien feels struck dumb. Her hair is a beautiful curtain of gold where it falls along her shoulders and down her back, her night dress lacey and white. Her warm, brown eyes draw him in as much as the pink beginning to dust across the constellation of freckles on her cheeks.

“Lucien,” Elain exclaims, snatching up her robe and tugging it on. “What are you doing here?”

“I am going insane,” Lucien explains exasperatedly, stepping closer to her. “You have made me insane, Elain.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’ve been avoiding me. And do not say that you are not because I know you are.”

Elain crosses her arms across her chest, not quite meeting his gaze fully, and Lucien knows that he was right all along. Knows that her sneaking out of his room, that this silence between them, was fully intentional. He dares to step even closer to her, until they’re practically toe to toe, until he can fully track the way her bottom lip finds home between her teeth. His hands reach up, skating a hair's breadth away from Elain’s arms before he hesitates, dropping his arms back to his side again.

“Did I do something wrong?” Lucien asks gently, practically pleading. “Did I hurt you our night together?”

Elain opens her mouth before seeming to think better of whatever she was going to say. She swallows hard, and when she finally speaks, her voice is quiet enough that Lucien almost doesn’t hear it. “I missed my monthlies.”

“Oh.”

It’s all Lucien can think to say, the only word, the only syllable he’s able to push past the pressure suddenly squeezing in around his throat. It’s certainly a turn of events. Certainly not how he expected this night to go. But there’s no denying the spark that flares to life in his gut, fanning the embers glowing warmly between his ribs.

“I’m so sorry,” Elain says, turning away from him completely.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“You’re going to be a Duke after your father. I am sure you do not wish there to be any bastard children. But don’t worry. I’ll speak with my mother. Perhaps, there is somewhere far away I can go. Then no one will ever know.”

“Go away?” Lucien splutters, reaching for her shoulders and trying to turn Elain back around to face him. “Elain—”

Elain steps out of his grip, but she at least whirls back around, brown eyes misty with unshed tears. “And I won’t tell anyone. I swear it. I will lie if I have to.”

“Elain…” Lucien feels near hysterical, finally giving in to the desire twitching through his fingers and cradling Elain’s face between his palms. “Marry me.”

Elain huffs, tugging his hands away from her face. “Don’t be stupid, Lucien. I did not tell you to trap you into wedding me. You’re going to be a Duke. You’re meant to have a respectable wife.”

“And who says you are not? Who says you are not everything a gentleman could ever dream of in a wife? Who says you are not everything I could ever want?”

“You’re crazy. What will your father say? Marrying an Archeron after everything that’s happened?”

“Let him try and stop me. And if he does, I will give up my title. Gladly.”

“Lucien!”

“Dammit, Elain. I love you.”

Elain rolls her eyes, and if Lucien wasn’t so exasperated, he would be more endeared by the gesture. “You are not thinking straight. I know our night together was… pleasurable… But I didn’t think—”

“You think this is just because of that night?” Lucien asks with a frustrated huff of his own. He grabs Elain’s hands in his, clutching them to his chest, to where his heart beats solely for her. “Elain, I have loved you for months now. I’m sorry that my poor courting attempts have not made that abundantly clear. For all your accusations about me being a scoundrel, being around you turns me into a fumbling fool. I never know what to say. And oh, I wanted to say it. That night. Before that night… But my love, you were the one who said no talking. The one who promised we’d speak only to sneak away while I slept. I would have asked you for your hand right there beside that lake. I would have asked you that night in my bed. And I am asking you right now. Marry me.”

The tears slip free from Elain’s eyes, and Lucien is quick to reach a hand up, catching them where they roll down her cheeks. “I can’t.”

“Elain,” Lucien begs, his voice almost broken.

“I have not told you everything.” Using their hands that are still joined, Elain tugs Lucien toward her bed until they’re both sitting. “It’s about my family… You know that my father is a merchant, but what you don’t know is that there was an awful storm. It sank all of my father’s ships with everything on them.”

“Okay, but what does that—”

“You don’t understand, Lucien. We lost everything. My family has nothing now. We had to dismiss the staff. Mama has had to sell her nicest jewels just to keep food on the table. It’s why Nesta was going to marry Viscount Mandray, and now? Now, we’re nothing.”

Lucien squeezes Elain’s hands in his. “You think I care about that?”

“But you should! You’re going to be a Duke someday.”

“Elain,” Lucien starts, leaning close until his forehead rests against hers. “Do you love me too? Do you want to marry me?”

“It’s not that simple,” Elain whispers, already beginning to shake her head.

“It’s a yes or no question, my love.”

Elain sighs softly, sliding her hand across Lucien’s cheek until it’s cradled in her palm. “You already know the answer.”

“Then that’s all I need to know.”

Lucien closes the breath of space between them, pressing his mouth to Elain’s. She makes a quiet, contented sound into the kiss, parting her lips under his ministrations, and it feels right. It tastes like coming home. It takes everything within Lucien to will himself to pull back, to not allow himself to sink and drown in the feeling of Elain’s soft, golden hair threaded between his fingers, of her body pressed warmly against him, of her lips slotted firmly and perfectly against his own. But he does all the same, pulling away from Elain and pushing up to his feet to stride back across the room.

“Where are you going?” Elain asks, jumping up to her own feet.

Lucien pauses with his hand curled around the latch to the door. He turns over his shoulder back toward Elain, offering her a smirk and a wink, before he yanks open the door and slips out into the hall. It’s easy enough to retrace his steps, back out of the balcony, to climb over the railing and jump down onto the grass. He takes a moment to brush off his pants, straighten the cuffs of his sleeves, and then he’s stalking back around the manor and right to the Archeron’s front door.

He has to ring the bell twice before the door is finally pulled open. Lady Archeron’s face is pinched in annoyance, but Lucien watches the exact moment her eyes widen in recognition, realizing just who is standing on their front step. In an instant, her face morphs into a polite smile, and she dips into a small curtsy.

“Your Grace. To what do we owe the pleasure at such an hour?”

“Lady Archeron,” Lucien greets, dipping his head politely. “I am actually hoping to speak with your husband.”

Lady Archeron’s eyes glance away, further into the house, before meeting his gaze again. “Forgive me, your Grace, but we are not currently accepting callers or visitors.”

“I must press, my Lady. It is quite urgent.”

Lady Archeron’s attention darts away again, and Lucien can see the conflict playing across her expression, but finally she appeases. She pulls the door open fully, gesturing for Lucien to step inside. His footfalls echo across the floors, through the silence of the front hall. He glances around, spying Elain standing at the top of the stairs, one foot raised as if she’s about to step down. He waits until her mother’s back is turned before sending her another wink and following Lady Archeron further into the manor.

“You’ll have to forgive our home, your Grace,” Lady Archeron offers, leading Lucien down the winding halls. “A terrible sickness has torn through our staff. We had to send them away tonight.”

Lucien hums in understanding, not correcting her or letting on to the fact he knows the real reason for the lack of staff in the manor. Lady Archeron comes to a stop in front of a door, but she doesn’t even bother knocking before pushing it open, revealing a study on the other side. Lord Archeron sits behind the large desk in the center of the room. Papers are spread across the wood around him, but judging from the glass of amber liquid at his elbow, the way his head is cradled in his hand, Lucien suspects little work is actually being completed.

Lord Archeron looks up in surprise at the intrusion, practically jumping to his feet when he takes in exactly who is stepping inside his study. “Lucien Spellcleaver. I must say I am surprised to see you in my study.”

Lord Archeron shares a pointed look with his wife, the two sharing some sort of silent conversation, but Lady Archeron doesn’t seem to back down from her husband’s ire. She merely closes the study door and walks around to stand at her husband’s shoulder. Lucien takes it as his cue to settle into one of the open seats on the other side of the desk.

“I do apologize for the intrusion,” Lucien begins, leaning back casually. “But I simply could not wait. I’m here to ask for your daughter’s hand. For Elain’s hand.”

Lord Archeron clears his throat a bit awkwardly, turning to share another look with his wife. “We are, of course, honored at such a proposal, your Grace…”

“I am well aware of your family’s financial situation, Lord Archeron, if that is your concern.” Neither Lord nor Lady Archeron are able to cover their surprise, their panicked expression, but Lucien merely chuckles quietly. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of informing the gossip mob of the ton. But I do wish to marry your daughter. I will write for a Special License. We can keep the ceremony small and private if you’d rather avoid your family being the center of the gossip ring any more than it already is.”

“You’re a mad man,” Lord Archeron scoffs, shaking his head.

“Maybe I am.”

“If you’re aware of our financial situation, then you know we have nothing to offer. You’d really marry my daughter without a dowry?”

“I will. Feel free to draw up the contract right now,” Lucien offers, leaning forward and meeting Lord Archeron’s gaze head on. “But I will have Elain move into my family’s estate tonight. You’ve dismissed your staff, and I will not have my wife living in such conditions.”

“Your Grace…”

“Do we have an accord?” When Lord Archeron doesn’t answer right away, Lucien stands up, leaning over the desk. “Do we have an accord? I can assure you, you will not receive such an offer from any other gentleman of my status and title.”

Lord Archeron considers for a moment, eyeing Lucien, but then he’s turning back to his wife. “Gather Elain.”

Lady Archeron nods her head, vanishing back out of the study and closing the door behind her with a soft snick. It doesn’t take Lord Archeron long to draw up the contract, even with the way he pauses in bewilderment each time Lucien demands the conditions be most favorable to Elain, with the way he practically balks at the pin money suggestion Lucien makes. But the ink has barely dried before Lucien is taking the pen and signing his name.

There’s a knock at the study door, and when the door swings open, Elain is standing there with her mother. It takes barely three steps for Lucien to stride over to her. He takes her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Lucien…” Elain whispers, peering up at him in confusion.

“Pack your bags. I’m going to go get a carriage from my family’s estate, and then I’m going to come back for you. Wife.”

~ * * * ~

Lucien all but sprints up the gravel walkway to his family’s estate, yanking open the large front doors and rushing inside. He quickly glances around the front hall, spying one of the house maids with a bundle of linens in her arms. Her eyes widen at his slightly frazzled state, the way he all but burst through the doors, but she seems to come back to herself quickly, dipping into a low curtsy.

“Have you seen my father?”

“I believe he’s in the east drawing room, your Grace,” the house maid offers quietly.

With a nod of thanks, Lucien starts to head in that direction before another thought occurs to him and he turns back around. “Oh, and can you inform Mrs Baxter to have one of the room’s in the west wing made up? My betrothed will be arriving at the estate tonight.”

Lucien doesn’t wait for the house maid to confirm she understands or to say anything else. He continues down the halls, his strides hurried and determined until he comes to the door for the east wing’s drawing room. Thankfully, his father is indeed there when he steps inside, lounging in one of the large, comfortable chairs, a book opened in one hand and tea still steaming on the small table at his elbow.

“Lucien,” Helion greets, his smile slipping away after he takes in the state of his son. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m getting married,” Lucien explains, deciding not to bother with beating around the bush. “To Elain Archeron.”

Helion closes his book and sets it aside. “I see…”

“And there’s no point trying to protest or stop me. I’ve already signed the marriage contract with her father.”

“Well, then I—”

“Lucien Spellcleaver,” Aurelia’s clipped tone precedes the door swinging open again, his mother’s pinched face coming into view. “What is this I hear from the staff about you being engaged?”

Lucien winces at his mother’s expression, but he refuses to back down. “Because it’s true. I just came from the Archeron manor, and Elain will be moving into the estate tonight.”

Aurelia huffs, her exasperation clear. “And you didn’t think to tell your mother what you were planning?”

“Weren’t you the one who taught me that love makes you do crazy things?”

“You do then? Love her?”

Lucien thinks of the honey strands of Elain’s hair, the way they curl around her face and cascade down her shoulders and back. He thinks of the deep brown of her eyes and the way they spark beneath the afternoon sun. He thinks of her kindness, of the beautiful sight of her smile and the melody of her laugh. He thinks of the sweetness of her kiss, and the adorable expression that takes over her face when she calls him a scoundrel.

“I do,” he breathes, unable to fight down a grin. “I really do.”

His mother steps closer, reaching a hand up and lovingly patting his cheek. “Well, alright then. I best go make sure everything is ready for the future duchess.”

Everything seems to happen in a whirlwind after that. His mother vanishes back out the drawing room door, and his father helps him to ready a carriage. Then, Lucien is off back to the Archeron manor. The footmen work to load all of Elain’s trunks and bags onto the carriage while Elain takes the time to hug her younger sister goodbye.

When everything’s secured, he holds out his hand, Elain’s fingers curling around his palm as he helps her into the carriage. He slips into the carriage as well, closing the door behind them and signaling out the window to the driver. The carriage jerks forward, and Lucien turns his eyes back on Elain, watching as she curls and twists her fingers through the fabric of her skirts. He reaches across the carriage, capturing Elain’s hands in his own, squeezing and tracing his thumbs across her knuckles soothingly.

“What if your parents hate me?” Elain whispers, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“That’s impossible,” Lucien assures her, moving to wedge into the space beside Elain. “They will love you as much as I do.” He reaches forward, pressing his palm against her stomach. “Love both of you as much as I already do.”

Elain reaches her own hand down, covering Lucien’s and lacing their fingers together. “I overheard some of the other ladies talking at the market. Apparently, even if you miss your monthlies, it’s still possible it will merely come late.”

“Then we will just have to try again,” Lucien explains, moving his free hand up so that his fingers curl around the nape of Elain’s neck, his thumb tilting her chin up. “And again.” He brings her mouth to his, kissing her. “And again.”

When Elain pulls back, her lips are parted, eyes slightly glazed over before she blinks and comes back to herself. “You truly are a scoundrel.”

“Get used to it, my love.”

“People will talk, you know,” Elain sighs softly, fiddling with the laces of his shirt like some sort of nervous tick. “I’m sure the whole ton will have something to say about… the speed of everything.”

“Let them. Let them be green with envy over my beautiful wife.”

Lucien pulls Elain into another kiss, all but hauling her against his body. He presses her back against the walls of the carriage, until she’s laughing breathlessly into his mouth. It’s his favorite sound, one he much prefers to her worrying. He pulls back but doesn’t go far, settling his forehead against Elain’s. Even in the low light, it gives him the perfect opportunity to count every eyelash where they kiss her skin, to count every freckle dotted across her cheeks. She reaches a hand up between them, fingers gently tucking the strands of his hair behind his ear.

“Lucien Spellcleaver, you are something else.”

“And you are everything, Elain Spellcleaver.”

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Teddy Bear’s Picnic

When Feyre and Rhysand are called into an emergency meeting, it is left to Elain to look after baby Nyx. But, when the Night Court heir won't stop crying Elain may have to ask for help from an unexpected source.

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Pairing: Elain x Lucien Content Warnings: N/A Word Count: 2936 Words

I'm very excited to share my first ever Elucien fic for day one of @sjmromanceweek (even if it is a couple of days late ... oops)🌸 I got this idea from the prompt 'First Date' and knew immediately I wanted to write about the (unofficial) first date of Elain and Lucien. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 💗

The warm interior of the River House stood unusually still. Tiny specs of dust danced in the sunlight streaming through the windows, undisturbed by the house's vacant halls. The ordinarily bustling hub of the inner circle had emptied abruptly an hour prior after an unexpected and hastily written letter caused panic, and left the occupants with no choice but to leave the sanctuary of their home.

The stark silence that lingered over the property, however, had not befallen the gardens, where a flustered Elain Archeron was teetering on the brink of tears as she rocked her bawling nephew back and forth, fat tears rolling down his pudgy cheeks.

“Shh, come now sweet, there’s no need to cry,” Elain whispered to the babe, who paid no attention to her words and let out another piercing scream.

Nyx had begun to sob the second his mother winnowed away and had barely stopped to take a breath in the hour that had passed. Feyre had been incredibly concerned about leaving her son, who had been clinging to his mother more and more in the month since he had started teething. Had Tarquin’s letter not been scrawled so urgently, then Feyre would not have second-guessed staying home with her little boy, but the request had asked for both the High Lord and Lady, and his plea was too desperate to ignore.

“Please stop crying Nyxie. Mama will be home soon,” Elain whispered, bouncing the baby gently in her arms again like she had seen Feyre do so many times before to calm him instantly. Much to Elain’s dismay, the poor babe continued to cry, his tiny whimpers enough to crack even the most icy of hearts.

As the only family member not working within the inner circle, Elain had become the designated babysitter for her tiny nephew, a role which she was thrilled to take on. She had been offered a place within the inner circle, harnessing her seer powers and working with Azriel on intel, but she had gracefully declined. Whilst she appreciated the offer, Elain had never desired a life filled with politics and action. Feyre and Nesta had always been the firey ones, destined for big things, but Elain had always wished for a gentle, quiet life. So she was thrilled when her sisters supported her in opening a flower shop in the lively market at the heart of Velaris.

The shop had brought her such joy whilst she was still trying to heal from the trauma of the last few years, and it had even allowed her to explore Prythian. Rhysand had been able to put her in contact with florists from various courts who, after some enthusiastic correspondence, had invited her to see the beauty of their courts for herself. So far, Elain had visited the bright sunflower fields of the Day Court, witnessed the blooming of the cherry blossoms in the Dawn Court and spent hours roaming the endlessly stunning gardens of the Spring Court.

Nyx let out another heartbreaking cry, and a guttural sob escaped Elain as she sat on her knees in the grass and cried alongside her nephew.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to do,” Elain sniffled. She had tried everything; bouncing, singing, dancing, tickling, reading, swaddling, cuddling, but nothing would work. She felt like a failure.

When Nyx was born, the three Archeron sisters had agreed that no matter what, the tiny babe would never experience an ounce of the pain they felt through their childhood. They had long since begun to stitch the wounds of their past and had many a tearful conversation to clear the air about the toxic years they spent trapped within the four walls of their dilapidated home. Despite this, Elain still carried a kernel of guilt for allowing herself to be shielded and ignorant from the worries of her younger sister for so long. She was determined she would no longer be the one her sisters had to hide their fears or anxieties from, she wanted to be there for them and her nephew. Which was why Elain had taken her inability to comfort poor Nyx so personally.

Just as Elain was considering calling on Madja and asking if there was a rare fae illness going around that caused non-stop crying, she heard the door to the garden creek open and determined footsteps leading down the garden path.

“Feyre!” She exclaimed, standing quickly as she twisted to face her sister, but it was not Feyre who stared back at her, but Lucien Vanserra - her mate.

“A-are you okay? I came to see Feyre, but the house was empty, and then I heard crying. When I saw you on the floor, I- I thought something must have happened,” he stumbled, concern contorting his face.

Elain felt a twinge of guilt at Lucien’s evident nerves. She hated that he thought he had to justify visiting his friend because of her discomfort in their bond. Still, she couldn’t swallow the anxious butterflies that floated up from her stomach and clogged her throat whenever he was around. Elain had thought about approaching Lucien now that she was feeling more settled in her fae life, to see if there was anything there, and so that they could both move on if there wasn’t. However, something stopped her every time.

Elaine’s nerves were abruptly overshadowed when Nyx let out another piercing scream.

“He won’t stop. I’ve tried everything, but I can’t calm him down. I’m the worst Aunty ever,” Elain bawled, thrusting the babe towards Lucien, who gently took Nyx from her arms, hardening his face to avoid giving away the fact that the brush of her hand against his had ignited his skin.

“Elain, you are not the worst Aunty. You are the most dedicated Aunt I’ve ever met. You should hear Feyre and Rhys singing your praises every time they get a spare five minutes for a coffee because you’ve taken Nyx for the afternoon,” Lucien said, shouting slightly over the squawking child.

“Maybe you just need to try a different tactic? When I was a child and I wouldn’t settle, my mother would try to surprise me with something outside of my daily routine, and the curiosity of it would make me forget whatever had upset me,”

“I- I don’t really know. He just wants Feyre. I wouldn’t even know what to try,” Elain sniffled.

Lucien looked out at the beautiful gardens and was struck with an idea. The organised floral designs close to the River House gave way to patches of wildflowers and rolling hills surrounded by cosy meadows and orchards. It was the perfect setting for his plan.

“I have an idea. Take Nyx inside for a few minutes, and when I’m ready, I’ll call you out,” he said, placing the babe back into Elain’s arms.

“What? But-”

“I need you to trust me, okay?” Lucien’s eyes were so sincere, even if it did feel like his gaze was burrowing into Elain’s soul.

“Okay,” she whispered before turning on her heel and returning to the house.

Ten minutes later, and breathless from running back and forth into the River House, Lucien called Elain out to the garden.

A pale blue gingham blanket had been carefully strewn across the floor, surrounded by a sweeping carpet of cornflowers. Plush cushions skirted the border of the blanket, and a row of Nyx’s most loved teddy bears sat in a line, staring at the buttered scones, chocolate-covered strawberries and an ornate tea set.

“What is this?” Elain questioned, still bouncing a mewling Nyx.

“A teddy bear’s picnic,” Lucien announced proudly, opening his arms wide, a lopsided grin gracing his lovely face.

Elain cautiously walked towards the edge of the blanket, popping Nyx next to his toys before gracefully sitting beside him.

Like a miracle had washed over the scene, Nyx’s cries faltered as he crawled towards the nearest bear. A minute later, he had fallen completely silent as he stuffed the poor bear’s paw in his mouth and began to chew.

“It worked,” Elain whispered, wide-eyed, a grin taking over her delicate face as she looked up in awe at Lucien.

“You aren’t joining us?”

“Oh, I thought now he’s settled that you may want some peace and quiet,” Lucien suggested nervously, the awkwardness seeping back into the air around them now that the babe had been calmed.

For a moment, Lucien and Elain merely stared into each other’s eyes, neither one brave enough to break the silence that had settled, until Lucien bowed and suggested it was time for him to take his leave, turning back towards the house. He had taken only two steps before Elain’s voice rang out behind him.

“Stay. Please,” His heart was beating so hard that he wouldn’t be shocked if it had burst out of his chest and fallen before the woman it so clearly belonged to. In the time since their bond had been revealed, Elain had never once asked to spend time with him or shown any interest in his presence. He thought he may be sick from the anticipation, hope clenching in his stomach.

Sitting down next to Elain, he ran his sweaty palms down his breeches and searched desperately for something to say to ease the tension.

“I’m presuming the tea was not for the six-month-old,” Elain said, beating Lucien to it.

“No,” he laughed. “I thought, given how upset you were, that you deserved something nice too,”

“That’s very kind, Lucien, thank you,” She blushed, looking over at Nyx, who was happily babbling away to himself.

Lucien took the opportunity to drink Elain in. She was all soft lines and gentle curves, radiating such warmth and sunlight that the mere thought of her embrace gave Lucien goosebumps.

“Would you like some?” Elain asked, breaking Lucien’s reverie by pouring herself a cup of lavender and chamomile tea.

“Please,” he replied, clearing his throat, the look she gave him making his mouth instantly dry.

Elain was having much the same trouble. Her breath hitched as she watched Lucien pick up a strawberry, his lips wrapping around the fruit and his tongue cleaning his mouth of the lingering juices, sending a flash of heat between her legs. She had never taken the time to truly admire him before. And that was what it meant to look at Lucien, to admire. He was beautiful, and Elain was suddenly struck by how strange it was that Feyre, knowing this male for years, had not made him the sole focus of every painting she had created to date.

“I think Feyre and Rhys will want you to live here if they find out you can work your magic like this,” Elain said, looking pointedly away from Lucien and towards the little boy, now fast asleep.

“Oh no, it was nothing,” Lucien retorted, waving his hand as though his help was no big deal. “He probably tired himself out with all that crying, and the sight of his bears managed to calm him down for long enough that he fell asleep,”

“Either way, I’m incredibly grateful,” Elain tapered off, filling the silence with a sip from her tea. She had to say it now. It was the perfect opportunity. She just needed to get it out before this moment passed.

“So -,” Lucien started, interrupted almost immediately.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” Elain blurted out, eyes wide in almost as much shock as the male before her.

“Oh?”

“About the- about the bond,”

Lucien’s heart dropped as he steeled himself, preparing for the blow, for the decision he had known was coming for a long time.

“When you first revealed the bond to me, I wasn’t in a good place,” Lucien met Elain’s eyes and took in the sorrow that filled them.

“Nesta and I had just been turned into the creatures we’d feared our entire lives. I was in a new body, a new land. Feyre had been taken away from us again and put into another dangerous situation. I’d lost everything I’d ever known. The future I saw for myself had been ripped away one minute, and then I’m being told fate, or the Mother, or whoever has decided on a new future for me. One with a male who I did not know,”

“I’m sorry. I should have handled the situation far more delicately than I did,” Lucien sighed, rubbing his calloused hand over his face before continuing.

“For such a long time, I thought it impossible I would ever find a mate, and the shock I had at that moment meant it slipped from my mouth before I could think. I regretted immediately revealing it the way I did. I was paralysed by fear that I had let it slip with an evil bastard like Hybern in the room,” he shakes his head, despair taking over his eyes. “I guess I just lost my head, and once it was out, I couldn’t take it back.

Elain slowly nodded, taking in what Lucien had so vulnerably revealed, and reached over to gently clasp his hand.

“After everything that happened, I lost myself entirely. I know I hurt you by refusing to meet with you, by ignoring your existence. Things were bad, and I was in a dark hole I couldn’t find my way out of,”

“I understand Elain, you’ve no need to explain yourself,”

“No, I do,” She said, taking a deep breath.

“I’m at a point now where things are looking up again. I finally feel that I’ve found my place here. I feel my family is happier than- well than we’ve ever been actually, and for the first time, I actually know who I am and what I want,”

Here it was. Lucien closed his eyes, begging his resolve to stay intact until he was alone, where he could mourn what might have been in privacy.

“I know I would like to give this a chance,”

“What?” Lucien’s eyes flew open, taking in Elain for any sign that this was a cruel joke, but she looked back at him with such soft sincerity that he was utterly lost for words.

“I’m not promising anything. I don’t want either of us tied to one another just because of a bond. If anything comes from this, I want it to be because we both want it,”

Lucien nods, still in shock.

“But, I would like to get to know you, Lucien. Not just the stories my sister tells me or the small glimpses I’ve had at family dinners where we are surrounded by people, but to really get to know you in our own time. Because I have seen my sisters and how happy their mates have made them, and I am ready to let some of that light into my life, too. If you are willing, of course?”

“Yes!” He radiated. “Yes, I would love that,”

“So, maybe we can start with a date?” Elain suggested, a rosy blush colouring her cheeks.

“Yes. That would be perfect,”

“Good,” She smiled. “Although with this lovely set-up, this does sort of feel like an unofficial first date,”

“Oh no,” Lucien beams, “Our first date will be much more spectacular than a picnic in your sister’s back garden, don’t you worry,”

"I can't wait", Elain laughed, and the joy in her voice made Lucien's heart ache with delight.

After half an hour of tentative conversations and shy smiles, Elain decided it was time to put Nyx to bed.

"You take him in. I'll clean this up," Lucien offered as Elain scooped the sleepy baby into her arms and walked towards the house.

By the time Elain made it to the stairs, Feyre and Rhysand were trailing through the front door, exhaustion lining their faces. The High Lord walked right up to Elain and, thanking her, took his son into his arms, a quiet calm washing over his body as he walked slowly up the stairs to Nyx's room.

Feyre, smiling at the sweet scene, hung up her coat and let out a sigh.

"Thank Gods, it was a false alarm. Tarquin got some false information about Beron-"

Feyre stops, raising her brow as she looks at her sister's face.

"Why do you look like that?" Feyre asked, a suspicious glint in her eye.

"Like what?"

"All glowy and happy,"

Elain rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I'm not allowed to look happy now?"

"Of course you are! But something weird is going on. I can sense it,"

Elain opened her mouth, ready to retort, when Lucien walked through the door, a bright smile taking over his face.

"Oh, hey Feyre," he said, stopping in his tracks, looking like a deer in headlights. "I was just here to return that book Rhys lent me. I left it on the kitchen counter!"

Lucien looked shifty as hell, and Feyre could only laugh and look pointedly at her sister.

“Well, I best be going. Later Feyre. Goodbye, Elain,” Lucien blurted quickly, dipping his head and swiftly taking his leave.

“What in the Mother’s name was that!” Feyre burst out the second Lucien had disappeared behind the front door.

“Nothing,” Elain replied, walking towards the living room, desperate to escape her sister’s questions.

“Elain Archeron, don’t you dare lie to me in my own home,” Feyre joked, chasing after her.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll call for Nesta,” Feyre sang.

Elain glared daggers at her little sister before sighing, resigning herself to the interrogation she knew she was about to receive.

“Urgh, fine, just call her. I’ll tell you everything. But grab a bottle of wine before we start!”

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #elain x lucien #elain acheron #lucien vanserra #elucien #sjmromanceweek2024

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Is there any cute scene that you wish to read in the elucien book?

ooohhhh this is a good one anon !!

im such a sucker for the classic period drama tropes: clandestine meetings in the gardens, coveted touches on the dance floor, angry confessions bared to each other in the rain, lost letters being revealed to the receiver and so on.

with elucien there is so much potential for a story of reluctant fated mates, and the tension that comes long with that. personally, i would love for there to be a scene involving an insecurity that one of them have. perhaps a physical attribute or an abstract one that they find difficult to embrace, like lucien’s scars/ eye, or elain’s pointed ears for example.

elain softly tracing luciens scars, wonder shining through her fawn coloured eyes as shes entirely enthralled by his unspeakable beauty. lucien kissing the tips of elain’s pointed ears with tender touches, the pearl earrings he had gifted her glinting in the lowlights as he whispers words of adoration.

both of them assuring and offering comfort to one other, allowing themselves to be vulnerable in a space where they’re free to express how they feel. the soft hesitant touches and initiation of contact, words of affirmation and silent understanding, the quiet intimacy of basking in the warmth of another’s presence who sees and accepts you just as you are.

#࿓ brightheart: asks.#elucien #acotar #pro elucien

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Speaking of longing......

SJM uses the word to convey true desire and emotion between possible love interests:

Rhys looked up, meeting my gaze. And whatever was on my face—I think it might have been mirrored on his: the hunger and longing and surprise.

Longing is not just sexual desire (evidenced in the above and below):

His wings flared, chest heaving as stars sparked in his eyes. And it was the longing there—beneath the desire, beneath the need—it was the longing in those beautiful eyes that made me glance to the mountains tattooed on his knees.

She writes hunger AND longing, longing BENEATH the desire and need. Longing always stands apart from the sexual feelings.

I wondered why no one had yet mentioned what now shone in Cassian’s eyes as he gazed at my sister. The sorrow. And the longing.

This is further proven when she says the following in regards to Nesta and Eris:

And then he turned toward the other subject in his letter, facing Nesta before he asked, “And my offer for you?” Not one ounce of affection or longing laced his words.

She's sure to make it known that Eris’s offer to Nesta does not come from a place of genuine emotion.

Elucien hasn't been ready to knock down the walls between them.

“Stay out of it. She’s not ready, and neither is he, no matter how many presents he brings.” I lifted a brow. “Snoop.” Mor leaned back against the steps, utterly unrepentant. “Let him live with his Band of Exiles. Let him deal with Tamlin in his own way. Let him figure out where he wants to be. Who he wants to be. The same goes with her.”

But that doesn't mean there aren't real feelings that exist:

I think so. It wasn’t just about what he thought—it was the … feeling. I sensed no ill will, no conniving. Only concern for her. And … sorrow. Longing.

Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing and sadness.

Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.

Rhys longed for Feyre and ended up with his mate.

Cassian longed for Nesta after she pushed him away in ACOMAF / ACOWAR and before ACOSF when she pushed him away again but he still ended up with his mate.

No one disputed that what they felt for the sisters was genuine despite knowing or suspecting a bond existed, even when the timing wasn't right for the females.

Longing doesn't necessarily equal love (yet) but it does point at something authentic. SJM is fairly obvious when real feelings are involved and not just ones of lust. She's also pretty obvious when a possible relationship exists for the right reasons.

Tamlin and Feyre's relationship came about because he knew he needed to make a human fall in love with him to break his curse. I think he eventually had real feelings for her (though not necessarily healthy ones) but it was initially forced out of necessity.

Chaol, much as he did love her, struggled to accept the different sides of Celaena which Dorian calls him out on.

Dorian and Celaena seemed to have a genuine attraction and affection for one another, they even had shared interests. However their relationship was wrong, what with her being the Kings assassin and him being the Crown Prince. She wasn't willing to have a forbidden relationship because forbidden isn't healthy and typically ends poorly in these books.

Look at the LoA and Helion. They attempted to have a forbidden relationship and that had a poor outcome. As a product of that relationship, not only did it lead to Lucien's abuse for his entire life but the LoA's abuse as well.

I have hope that the LoA and Helion will eventually reconnect but it's not going to happen so long as they remain forbidden.

Azriel's interest in Elain came about as she first gave him a reason to feel useful (damsel in distress in need of saving) then because he started thinking on how his two brothers are with her sisters so why wasn't he also given a bond within the same circle? Especially once he realized he may actually have to let go of Mor and Elain got him a gift while not getting Lucien one (Nesta never got Cassian a gift yet they ended up together, just saying).

But their "relationship" doesn't read as healthy. He doesn't support Elain's desire to do more, he barely even talks to her and when he does the conversation is shallow at best. Not to mention, tiptoeing around and hiding their interest from friends and family and Azriel's disrespect towards an ally are all unhealthy tropes within the world of SJM. The E/riel setup reads as problematic compared to SJMs other endgame couples especially because Elain has been fairly open towards the possibility of them which is different than the start of Feysand and Nessian since the sisters closed themselves off from the brothers, refusing to know them.

Lucien wasn't interested in emotional connections when the mating bond with Elain snapped. Evidence shows he spent centuries not believing it possible ever again as he remained emotionally committed to Jesminda. And while I don't think he feels something for Elain because of the mating bond, I think nothing short of the mating bond was ever going to have him open himself up to the thought of another female. He thought he lost his mate therefore no one else could break him of the hold Jesminda had over his heart except for his actual mate.

But he did not have longing for Elain until he actually had a conversation with her. He said he wanted to meet her just once to know if she was worth fighting for (as he had yet to truly interact with her and knew she was engaged) yet nearly two years later, it is Elain he still longs for.

Again, SJM doesn't use the word longing in this series unless it's attached to genuine feelings.

That Az has never been noted as longing for Elain while Lucien does on multiple occasions is noteworthy. People claim Azriel knows Elain because he put a name to her power but that's not knowing Elain. There are no examples in the book of Az truly knowing her as a person. He gave her TT but Elain doesn't like violence or cruelty. It was a necessity that Elain armed herself but nothing about that scene had anything to do with him knowing her, she wouldn't even take the knife until Feyre assured her she wouldn't need to use it. Mor and Lucien, not Az, were the ones who made it possible for someone to carry out Elain's vision of finding Vassa. Elain spent months being depressed where Az offered no suggestions for her healing while Lucien is the first character who insisted that they get her outside. Az was relieved not to get Elain a Solstice gift the first year, shouldn't he have wanted to if he knew her so well? And Amren, not Az stood up for Elain and her right to do more. Amren, not Az, was the one who forced them to see that Elain was capable.

The current Elucien setup is in line with so many other of SJMs endgame couples while still being unique to their personalities and the way the bond came about. Regardless of their current stalemate (an Archeron speciality), they have similar values, similar temperaments, and similar personal struggles. There is a mating bond and there is longing and if you pay any attention at all to SJMs preferences, that's the formula for an endgame couple.

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Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Installment I Update)

Title: Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Installment I - Chapters I, II, III) Rating: M Summary:

“Perhaps you can speak them to me, if you so wish. I apologize if that is too forward, but I yearn to know you beyond simple pleasantries.

Yours truly,

Lucien

P.S. My lady, your secrets are always safe with me.”

Epistolary (adj., of a literary work) in the form of letters. After the winter solstice in ACOSF, Elain and Lucien exchange letters as a means to get to know each other away from prying eyes. This fic is a collection of those letters.

Author’s Note: HERE WE GO! This fic was written between me (crazy-ache) and @zenkindoflove. We each selected a character (you’ll have to guess who though) and then wrote back and forth, pen-pal style. The first installment is now posted! We hope you enjoy our passion project.

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A Sunshiny Sound

For @thelovelymadone. The prompt: Regency Elucien, “Is it really that hard for you to admit that I’m clever?” “Yes.”

Elucien ✦ Rated: G ✦ 852 words ✦ on AO3

“Is it really that hard for you to admit that I’m clever?” Lucien’s drawn-out taunt sends a shiver down Elain’s spine.

Rolling her shoulders back, Elain doesn’t let her mind stick on the fact that he is half a step away from crowding her against the bookshelves lining the modest library, doesn’t let herself linger on the warmth she feels rolling off of him from here. She doesn’t know how they went from having tea to this, but Elain can’t say she minds.

“Yes,” she turns to face him, fingers curling into the folds of her dress. “Yes, it is difficult, sir, for me to admit a thing I believe to be false. I prefer truths.”

“Of course, Miss Archeron.” Lucien smirks, failing to ameliorate his smugness though he attempts a differential nod, silky red hair slipping over the shoulder of his jacket. “Do enlighten me. What truths have you gathered about my character, then? I would very much like to hear them.”

Of course you would. Elain’s lips twitch into a smile but she flattens them immediately.

Lucien Vanserra, youngest brother of Lord Vanserra, occupant of Oakbridge House (the neighboring estate to Elain’s family home,) and her chief tormentor for the past sixteen years. She can still recall the day they met: Elain, age five, wandering through the fields beyond the western paddock when she’d found Lucien, age six, crouching in the grass.

She’d surprised him—sent him sprawling across the ground and muddying his already dusty trousers—only to be lectured by this strange boy with overly bright hair dangling in his eyes on the finer points of hide-and-seek. It had been the start of an unlikely friendship, one that had weathered the fall of her father’s company and the tarnish on her family’s name despite Elain’s insistence that he keep away from her to avoid becoming the focus of any unwelcome speculations.

“Mr. Vanserra, I wasn’t aware that you were going fishing today,” Elain now allows herself to grin at the confused furrow between his brows. “Unfortunately, I believe you’ll find this particular source severely lacking in her stock of compliments.”

The words leave her without thought, and Elain wishes she could claw them back from the dust mote scattered space between them. She hasn’t seen Lucien since the late Lord Vanserra’s funeral last autumn; he's spent the last eight months in London with only a handful of letters exchanged between them. Elain had believed the dwindling communication signified the end of their friendship. It’s a thought that has kept her up on countless nights, a thought like a blade to her heart. Because her true feelings toward Lucien Vanserra extend past the point of mere friendship.

You just had to say what was on your mind, didn’t you? Elain chides herself. He’s not the boy you grew up with anymore, he is a man—a respectable gentleman of high standing.

“Forgive me—” Elain starts to apologize for the ill-mannered jab, but is cut off by a bright burst of laughter emanating from Lucien’s chest and filling the empty room with sunshiny sound.

“Please do not apologize, Miss Archeron.” Lucien manages to get the words out as he tries to catch his breath.

Elain’s breath is nowhere to be found, it’s been stolen by the expression of unmitigated joy on this man’s painfully handsome face.

“Bollocks,” Lucien whispers to himself, bracing a palm over his heaving chest.

She knows he didn’t mean for her to hear the expletive, but it’s all Elain can do to keep from laughing. It’s as if the boy he was is peeking through the polished gentleman veneer. The library, usually one of the colder rooms in the house, suddenly feels too warm.

“Please forgive my outburst. I haven’t laughed like that in a long while.” He pauses, russet eyes searching her face which Elain knows is flushed beneath his gaze. “I admit that I’ve forgotten my purpose for calling this afternoon,” he says after a time, looking slightly dazed.

It’s then that Elain feels the burning in her cheeks—the unfamiliar but recognizable sensation of a wide smile held unconsciously for too long. She wills her expression back to a respectable placidity.

Lucien’s lips turn down in a pensive frown, his eyes are fixed on her lips and Elain’s breaths come shallowly. “I missed you,” he finally says. The admission is soft, like he isn’t sure whether he wants her to hear him. Then his expression brightens. “I called today because I am moving back to Oakbridge, permanently. I…” Lucien trails off, a dark flush blossoming high on his tawny cheeks. He clears his throat. “I wanted to see how you were, and to inquire as to whether I may call upon you regularly?”

Oh. There is no mistaking the intention between his words. Elain’s heart thuds heavily against her ribcage as if trying to escape her. Hope, a flame that had been nearly extinguished over the past year, flares back to life inside her.

“You may,” Elain tells him, grateful that her voice doesn’t waver and allowing herself a softer smile. “I would enjoy that very much.”

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nocasdatsgay · 7 months

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Links below to my ao3 and post with descriptions.

Note: Majority of my fics are 18+. Please read the tags and ratings. This post will be updated when new fics are posted. Fics are listed in no particular order.

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Fandoms included: Detroit Become Human (all on ao3) and ACOTAR

ACOTAR Fics

Poly Week Master Post

Eris

Eris Week 2023 master post (NSFW are marked)

Nessian

Adjustment - NSFW

Feysand

Bow - NSFW

Elriel

Don’t Disappoint Me -NSFW

Elucien

Drabble about Mates for Elucien Week

Lucien week day 7: Letters

Feylin (Tamlin/Feyre)

Calanmai Night - NSFW

Feyre/Lucien/Tamlin

It takes two to play - NSFW

Tamlin

Cursed Fate

Tamlin X Lucien

Forbidden (one-side Tam/Lucien)

A Sunbeam Shining Into the Night - NSFW

Azris

Chokehold - NSFW

From the shadows the beast will rise - multi ch. overall NSFW

Eris/Reader

Frenzy - NSFW

Barging In

So where do I start? - NSFW

Eris/Reader/Azriel

Masterlist including Be Good and Now Behave

Be Good- NSFW

Now Behave -NSFW

Nuan/Lucien

I’ve Always Been Right Here -Chapter 2 NSFW

Neris

The Price You Pay For Power

Glorified warmer

Spring Time Affairs Masterlist Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain

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darklove9314-blog · 10 months

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Sunshine

For Day 3 of Elucien Week (Prompt: Sunshine) I decided to do a fic of Elucien set in the Day Court, Where Lucien has a surprise for Elain.

Elain glanced out the window of her and Lucien’s bedroom suite, soaking in the suns rays as she uncurled herself from their bed wondering where her mate had ran off to.

Rising from the bed, she adjusted her dress, ruffling out her lose curls as she cradled her small baby bump, the sight of it bringing a smile to her face.

she made her way to the window, glancing out of it to see where her lover had gone. She could not find him outside as she moved away from the window frowning slightly wondering where he could have gone.

“Let’s go try to find your daddy baby girl.” She smiled, making her way towards the door as she pulled it open and the servant stopped mid knock, note in her hand as he startled slightly at the sight of Elain. He had not expected her to open the door before he could knock,

“Sorry Gerald. I was looking for Lord Lucien, have you seen him?” She asked.

“I just ran into him, he told me to give you this?” He told her, handing her a hand written letter as she took it gingerly, Gerald giving a small bow as he headed down the hallway and she shut the door.

Unraveling the letter, Elain ran her hand over her mates familiar handwriting, smiling slightly to herself as she read her mate's words.

Dearest mate, meet me down by the stream where i first took you when we first arrived here, I have a surprise for you. -Lucien.

Elain felt the corners of her mouth tug up as she sat the letter to the side, and headed towards the stream where her life had forever changed.

When Elain got to the stream she found Lucien standing there, with a blindfold in his hands as Elain's eyebrows rose at the sight of it.

"Is this my surprise?" She asked gesturing to the blindfold, though it had came in handy for a few other surprises her mate had bestowed on her, she doubted this was one of those times.

"It's part of it." He smiled to her, gesturing for her to turn around.

She complied, letting Lucien place the blindfold around her eyes. She felt his body press close to hers pressing a kiss to her temple as she felt his length behind her. Perhaps it was not apart of the surprise, but she wouldn't mind if her mate ravished her right here and right now. A small growl illuminated from Lucien in response.

"That's not the surprise I was thinking about, mate, but if you would still like me to after your surprise, I wouldn't mind ravishing you by this lake afterwards." He answered pressing a kiss to her shoulder making her shiver at the thought of it.

"Looking forward to it." She responded, rubbing her backside against Lucien's erection making him growl slightly as a mischievous smile formed on her lips.

"Let's get you to your surprise before I change my mind and take you right here and right now."

"Promises, promises." She teased as her mate's fingers traveled down in response, his thumbs circling around her nipple as she leaned into his touch.

"Perhaps we have some time for something else before your surprise." He rasped out, taking her to the ground as she let out a laugh in response and reveled in her mates affection.

When they were finished, Lucien helped Elain get her dress back on as he led her by the hand to the surprise, Elain could still hear the stream as he led her down it.

She wasn't sure how long they had been walking for, but felt them stop, the stream still within her ears as she felt him untie her blindfold.

She gasped at what she saw, something that she had not seen in a while. A greenhouse stood before her, looking so nice and inviting as the sunlight hit in just right.

Her mouth hung agape as she glanced at her mate, shock coursing through her as she turned to him, a smile illuminating the beautiful features within his gaze.

"How did you-"

"I enlisted the help of my father to make sure that this was perfect for you, I figured when the baby comes you would like to have a place all to yourself or a place where you can take the baby and show them all of the plants." A place where you can always have sunshine, my father taught me how to make it do that, to keep sunlight within it, even on the cloudier days."

Elain's eyes widened as she threw her arms around Lucien, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I love it. Thank you."

"Do you wish to go inside?" He asked, the keys to the greenhouse within his hands as Elain smiled.

"I would love that.

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#elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien #elucien week #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

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zenkindoflove · 4 months

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Masterlist

Elucien Fanfictions

Multichapter Fics

Title: Burn Forever with Me

Status: Complete, NSFW

Length: 13 chapters, 69k words

Summary: End of ACOSF. After Feyre's traumatic birth, Elain writes to Lucien seeking comfort and company. She soon realizes that opening up to him in letters is much easier without her family's constant presence. But how long can she keep falling for Lucien a secret?

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Title: Summer Heat

Status: WIP, NSFW

Length: TBD

Summary: Lucien nodded his head, looking for any cue that he was dismissed. “Got it. Keep everyone in line and try not to make an ass of myself in front of my mate. I’ll see what I can do.”

Summer Court is hosting the Summer Solstice Summit and the Night Court is sending their best emissaries to attend. It will be Elain's first time mingling in another court, and it's a good thing she has an expert guiding her: the mate she's been ignoring for the last two years.

Post-ACOSF, Elucien, Eris x OC.

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Short Fics

Title: I Think I Saw You In My Sleep

Status: Complete, NSFW

Length: Oneshot, 10k words

Summary: The dreams of him come from the mating bond, but Elain wants them to stay. Elucien one-shot. Post ACOSF. Inspired by "Such Small Hands" by La Dispute.

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Title: Our Hearts Still Beat the Same

Status: Complete, NSFW

Length: Two-shot, 17k words

Summary: "She stood on the bridge for a few minutes, hoping that the rain might wash away the seething anger and bottomless anguish that crackled under her skin. More, more, more, repeated again and again to a steady beat. His heart beat."

Elucien, Two-shot, Post-ACOSF. Part One is Cozy Tension. Part Two is all smut. Inspired by "Nobody, Not Even the Rain" by La Dispute.

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More fics for other fandoms can be found at my AO3 profile.

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teddyhoneybear · 17 days

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𓆸 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𓆸

𝓣𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓘 '𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 🥂

A promise for the future (one shot - I cherish this quite a lot)

Fed up with just sitting in the kitchen or in the garden, or taking care of her nephew, Elain decided to sign up for a pottery class, somewhere in Velaris near Feyre's studio. What she didn't bother to check was who her teacher was supposed to be...

Authentic feeling (one shot - something light)

Just a conversation between Elain and Lucien about the mating bond and how hard it is for her to understand it (my take).

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𓆸𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𓆸

Elucien

𓆸 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𓆸

𝓘𝓽 '𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

(from new to old)

Oh! I made a book cover for Elucien just for fun!

𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼

Elain and Lucien converse through letters (collage)

Elucien in Spring Collection (animated collage)

The Fawn and The Fox (animated collage)

Perhaps she might give him a chance (animated collage)

Elain and Lucien converse through letters

Lucien takes Elain to the tulip fields (long pov)

Elain learned why Autumn Court males are said to have fire in their blood

Elain and Lucien in the '40s-'50s

After a long day teaching literature at the university, all Lucien Vanserra wants is to come home to his lady

Elain goes to Day Court to discover more about being a seer. Helion welcomes her with great joy, but she finds someone else there, another discovery, perhaps a love long forgotten but ready to blossom

Elain and Lucien grow tired of everyone suffocating them, so they run to the countryside for more peace and quiet

Lucien takes Elain to the Winter Court for a change of scenery

Lucien and Elain take shelter in an inn after a long and cold journey across the continents. There's one problem though: only one bed

Elain tangled herself into some Autumn Court Drama in the means to save Lucien

Wedding Night

Elucien's Wedding

Wild and beautiful and drenched in sun

Gentle and tentative touches

Elucien in The Victorian Era

Elucien in Autumn Court Ballroom

Elain and Lucien have the chance to know eachother better at last

𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼

Elain minding her own business

Elain in a spring court dress

Cottagecore

Elain studying wild flowers

Elain wakes up craving some pie so she goes apple picking

Elaincore

Elain in Day Court Attire

𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼

After a long day teaching literature at the university, all Lucien Vanserra wants is to come home to his lady

Don't deny your fire, my dear, just be who you are and burn

Not really moodboards...

Lucien in Day Court

Lucien in Day Court 2

𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓷 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽

Lady of the Autumn Court (animated collage)

𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓵𝓲𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼

Tamlin Week 2024 (collage)

Calanmai (animated collage)

𝓕𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼

Night Triumphant - and the Stars Eternal

𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼

Dawn Court (animated collage)

Day Court

Day Court 2

Day Court Attire

Day Court makeup

Day Court 3

Day Court 4

Day Court 5

#masterlist #acotar fanfiction #elucien fanfic #one shot #elucien moodboard #elain moodboard #lucien moodboard #courts moodboard #moodboard #acotar moodboard

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hyacinthoideshispanica · 9 months

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Elucien enemies to lovers fic idea

Elain is an herbalist, known in certain circles as Lady Belladonna, who may or may not sell deadly poisons to women who have no other way to escape abusive fathers, brothers, or husbands.

Her younger sister, Feyre, who was married to a wealthy lord named Tamlin, came to visit her sister one day with some shallow cuts and bruises. She insists she's fine, Tamlin lost his temper, but didn't mean for her to get hurt. Elain sends her home with a salve and a bottle of hemlock.

Feyre swears she'll never use it, but things change after she and Tamlin host a ball and she meets Rhysand. A young king visiting from the neighboring kingdom, Velaris. What Feyre doesn't realize is that Rhys wasn't actually invited. He snuck in to annoy Tamlin and to see his beautiful new wife he's heard about.

She and Rhys begin a correspondence. It's completely innocent, Feyre just feels like he understands her, but when Tamlin finds out, he locks her in their manor for months. Eventually, Feyre can stand the confinment anymore, and one night after a tense dinner, Tamlin gets sick and, after a few days of suffering, dies mysteriously.

Feyre flees to the kingdom of Velaris and, after some time, becomes its new queen.

Lucien, the seventh son of a Duke, serves in King Hybern's court and is tasked to find this mysterious poisoner, who is suspected of helping to kill off several noblemen, and bring them to him to face justice. Lucien agrees. Tamlin was his best friend, so he wants vengeance.

He travels to the land that Tamlin presided over and begins inquiring about apothecaries and herbalist. Then, one day, he walks into Elain's little shop. She glances over him, noting how handsome he is, even with the scar on his face, and she offers him a salve to help the scar fade. Lucien explains that's he's not here to buy anything but to bring a murderer to justice.

Elain pretends to be clueless and makes an excuse to go into the back. As soon as she's out of sight, she climbs out the back window and runs. Lucien chases after and eventually catches her.

Elain: Let me go! I've done nothing wrong!

Lucien: I wouldn't be so certain, Lady Belladonna.

He binds her and tells her he's taking her to the capital to face the king himself. The trip should take a little over a month, and in that time, they reluctantly grow closer.

Lucien:...apart from Lord Tamlin, you are also suspected of helping murder two counts, a marquis, and a duke. Tell me, Lady Belladonna, do you help kill the husband of every woman who enters your shop? Or only the nobility?

Elain: I help any woman who asks for it. Tamlin hurt Feyre, and I won't apologize for my role in his death.

Lucien: He was my friend!

Elain: And she is my sister!

At one point, Lucien and Elain need to escape a storm, and he takes her to his family estate nearby for shelter. His father is away, but his mother is there and welcomes both of them. Their first morning there, Lucien notices bruises on his mother's arm, and when he confronts her about it, she reluctantly tells him the truth of her marriage.

Lucien: How long has this been happening?

His mother: My darling son, please don't-

Lucien: How long?

His mother: Years Lucien. Ever since we first married.

Lucien is shocked. He never knew his mother was suffering all these years, and suddenly, he understands why a woman might seek out Elain for help.

He and Elain reach an understanding after that.

Lucien: Perhaps you were right... Perhaps you have done nothing wrong...

The weather is so bad that it keeps them shut in for days, but in that time, Elain stays as a guest in Lucien's childhood home. His mother adores her, and at the first hint of sun, Lucien watches with rapt attention as Elain dashes outside and runs through the muddy meadows, gathering flowers and basking in the sunlight. He likes watching her so carefree like this, and he wants to see it more often.... he wants her.

He writes a letter to the king, explaining that the poisoner is a woman who only targets men who are cruel and abusive to their wives, sisters, or daughters. He believes Elain will be officially pardoned after King Hybern realizes the truth and begins to imagine a life where he and Elain could be together, perhaps even married one day, if she would have him...

He then receives a response from the king that dismisses everything Lucien told him. Claiming a peasant gardner has no right to decide if any of his nobles live or die. Especially over something as trivial as women.

Lucien is ordered to fulfill his duty, on pain of death.

Furious and disgusted with his king, Lucien vows to himself that he will protect Elain at all costs.

As they prepare to leave his childhood home, Lucien's mother laments over how lonely she'll be without them until Lucien hugs her tightly, whispers something in her ear, and discreetly hands her something.

After being back on the road for a few hours, Elain notices they are going in the wrong direction.

Elain: The capital is east. Why are we going north?

Lucien: Because Lady, the kingdom of Velaris is north.

Elain:.... You're, you're letting me go?

Lucien: Does that truly surprise you, Elain?

Elain: Well, I did help to kill your friend...

Lucien: And thanks to that vile of foxglove you gave me, I have helped my mother to kill my father.

The journey to Velaris is longer, and one evening, as they arrive in a village, they see Hybern's soldiers harassing and searching travelers.

Lucien realizes that King Hybern figured out he wouldn't deliver Elain as planned and sent men to hunt down and drag them both back to the capital. Lucien knows that being caught would be a death sentence. They are able to sneak past and find an inn, and Lucien quickly forms a plan.

Lucien: Tomorrow morning, you will continue to Velaris, and I will return to the King.

Elain: What? No! I'm not going to let you go back there. The king will kill you!

Lucien: You'll have a better chance of getting away on your own. And the king might not kill me. I will be punished for failing him, yes. But I do not think he will kill me. I just need you to get to Velaris, Elain. Your sister is the queen. The moment you set foot in her kingdom, King Hybern will not be able to touch you.

Elain: Then come with me! Come with me and I'll make my sister protect you too!

Lucien: If I leave with you. Hybern's wrath will fall on my mother, and thanks to that foxglove, she won't have my father there as a protector anymore. I need to be here.

Elain, very reluctantly, agrees to his plan, and after eating together, they stay up very late talking. Both of them are unwilling to let the night, their last night, end, but eventually, they both retire.

Lucien can't sleep, knowing that, even if Hybern allows him to live, he will never see Elain again. He can't stand the idea of never seeing her bright smile or hearing her laugh. Never having the chance to hold her herb scented hands...

He knocks on the door that connects their rooms.

For hours now, Elain has been quietly pacing in her room. Debating on if she should listen to Lucien and leave without him.

If she stayed, she would most likely die, but she would be with him, and that was a great comfort. If she left, she would live, but she would never see him again, and that thought had her in agony. She can't stand the idea of never hearing another of his witty remarks. Of never dancing with him or walking hand in hand through the woods at daybreak...

Staying could cost her her life, but leaving would cost her her heart...

She hears a knock and throws the door open immediately, coming face to face with Lucien.

They don't speak. They just stare at each other until they collide in a feverish kiss. They can't stop. Desperately tearing at each others night clothes until there's nothing between them.

Utterly lost in one another, they are greedy and shameless as they move together furiously. Not caring about anyone else who might hear the sound of skin against skin or the fervent cries and moans that escape them. They can't think about what they agreed to last night or of the danger they're in. None of that matters right now. The only thing that matters is them being together, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure over and over again, and hearing the other repeatedly profess their love until they are both hoarse...

Hours later, they're laying in each other's arms. Sweaty and spent with the early light of dawn peaking through the window.

Elain: Come with me. I meant it when I said I would make Feyre protect you too. She may be a queen, but I am still her older sister.

Lucien: My mother-

Elain: Can come with us. We can send an escort to bring her safely to Velaris the very second Beron's heart stops.

Lucien: And what would I do in Velaris?

Elain: You liked my sister well enough, and I'm sure her husband would like you too. You would have no problem entering their court.

Lucien: And you? What would you do, Lady Belladonna?

Elain: I would do much of what I've done here. I would plant a garden. A large one full of fruits and vegetables that would be open to anyone who was hungry. And I would make healing salves and teas, and if it was needed, yes, I would also make poison.... There is something new that I would do there, though.

Lucien: And what is that?

Elain: I would love you.

Lucien: You would?

Elain: I would. I do.

Lucien: Would you marry me?

Elain: Yes.

Lucien writes a letter to his mother, telling her to leave home and come to them immediately, and after it's sent, he and Elain are once again sneaking past guards and continuing to the kingdom of Velaris. It takes a few more weeks, but eventually, they manage to cross over into King Rhysand's territory.

As soon as they find a village, they are married and then work their way from town to town until they come to the capital and enter the palace to meet with the king and queen.

Feyre is overjoyed to see her sister and is surprised to see Lucien, but she welcomes them both with open arms. They explain the story of how they met, which makes Rhys laugh a lot and how they came to be married. Rhys promises that as his sister in law, Elain is part of the royal family and under his protection, and as her husband, Lucien is as well. Lucien also formally swears his loyalty to King Rhysand, Queen Feyre, and the kingdom of Velaris.

Rhys prepares to send Cassian and Azriel to retrieve Lucien's mother, but everything comes to a halt when there's news that the kingdom has been invaded.

The kingdom of Velaris and Hybern go to war. The eldest Archeron sister, Nesta, joins her family in the kingdom of Velaris after her husband Tomas dies fighting for Hybern shortly after they married. She has intimate knowledge of Hybern's army and reveals places where the king plans to strike and camp the largest sections of his army as well as where they are the most vulnerable.

Everyone, but especially Rhysand's general, is impressed by Nesta.

Cassian: And how did you come to learn of all this?

Nesta: Soldiers, generals in particular, are very eager to comfort a young, pretty widow and will tell her anything if they think it'll get her into their bed.

Cassian: How quickly you betray the king your husband died for.

Nesta: He stopped being my king the moment her turned his army on my sisters, and Tomas was a pathetic fool. I'm just sorry he died in battle and not by my own hand.

Thanks to the insight, Rhysand is quickly able to bring things to a defining head and after a long year and half of fighting. The war ends with King Hybern's death.

He had no heir, so the throne passes to his cousin, Helion, who wastes no time forming an official alliance with the kingdom of Velaris and, to the surprise of everyone, marries Lucien's mother, a recent widow.

Lucien, along with his wife and her family, attend the wedding of the new king, and his mother explains that Helion had once been her lover. Her only source of happiness for years while she suffered in her marriage to Beron and that Lucien is actually his son.

Helion formally recognizes Lucien as his son and heir.

Lucien and Elain are married again, this time with their families present and are officially crowned as prince and princess of the kingdom. Lucien had a hand in designing Elain's coronation crown and delicately woven all throughout the gold, decorated with amethysts and emeralds, is a lovely belladonna pattern.

As always, this prompt is up for grabs if anyone wants it.

#elucien #Elucien prompt #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #acotar

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