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☀️ ELUCIEN FIC RECS ☀️

my OG acotar ship will always be nesta x lucien lol but i got suckered into falling for these two as well by @valamerys ("dove" 🥺) and all the seriously beautiful work that continues to be written year after year. without any further ado here are some of my fav elucien fics i've had the pleasure to read - hope y'all enjoy reading and happy elucien week! p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here.

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BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS WITH YOU by stardustsroses Lucien comes home after a mission to find his mate sleeping in their garden among the summer flowers. Fluff ensues.

DESPERATELY WAITING by shipatfirstsight She tries not to think about Lucien.

COLD HANDS, WARM TOUCH by shaziskhalid Lucien falling sick and Elain going all mother hen on him.

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL by perseusannabeth Elain gets drunk and decides to sleep in Lucien's room. Also, she keeps talking about her boobs.

DON'T LET ME GO by ellesbasement The first time Lucien comes to visit, Elain doesn't talk to him much.

BURNING GOLD by sennawritesthings “I don’t think I want to know you.” “It’s alright. Would you mind if I know you?”

human!elain

EFFLORESCE by flowerflamestars So bleeding and burning, lost and found, Lucien Vanserra staggered into human lands, and found he wanted to live.

A SOFT PLACE TO FALL by valamerys Math was never a strong subject of hers, but the calculation is too simple to allow error: if one of them must die for this, their family cannot survive without Feyre. But they can survive without Elain.

LA VIE EN ROSE by thelonelybarricade He was being purposefully vague, she thought with a stab of irritation. Elain tried quickly to recall the other rhymes children whispered in the streets of the market. “Can faeries lie?” That russet eye gleamed. “Most can.”

TO MATE A FAERIE by flamesandshadows Elain Archeron is happily married to her true love, Graysen Nolan, and has settled into life at the Nolan estate. But her life is thrown into confusion when a faerie prisoner is brought to the manor.

EXILE by separatist_apologist Humans have been bred for the Fae for as long as the Archeron sisters have been alive. Separated, Feyre and Nesta are sent to shadowy Night Court with feared High Lord Rhysand and his unpredictable winged General Cassian while Elain is taken by Eris Vanserra to terrifying Autumn Court to serve the High Lord's wife.

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A GREEN AND GROWING THING by valamerys This is the story of the fox boy and the flower girl, of spring and fall and everything inbetween.

THE SUN RISES by zhiantara Fate has tied their souls together; now they just need to get to know each other.

THE AUTUMN FLAME by the_twisted_kingdom Months after the war, Lucien returns to Velaris to see Elain and is pleasantly surprised when she appears open to spending time with him. He is even more surprised when Rhysand sees fit to send him and Elain across Prythian to visit the other courts in an effort to unite them all.

FOX AND FAWN by daevastanner “I have spoken with Feyre...And she has agreed to break our bond.” Lucien stood gracefully and held out his hand. Then he raised her knuckles to his lips, just like a knight in one of the books that Nesta read to her as a girl. Just like a prince. Just like a gentleman. “Happy Solstice, Elain.”

A TALE OF NYMPHS by reveriedusoir Elain is a nymph of spring, spreading beauty and happiness wherever she goes. Lucien is the Lord of Death, whose realm is dying. When they meet, he knows he will need her to save his court - and perhaps for some other things as well.

WONDERLAND by separatist_apologist In a kingdom where a Maiden is forced to be sacrificed to appease the monster in the woods, Elain Archeron is chosen out of spite by her spurned suitor. She doesn't know he's freed every maiden he's ever been sent...but her? Her, he intends to keep.

FIANCES, FIREBIRDS, FOXES AND FAWNS by mango Together, they attempt to unite the fae and mortal lands and unravel the deal made between Koschei and Vassa.

LIABILITY by myinnercrisis A mating bond is supposed to be sacred, right? It seems to be working out just fine for everyone but him.

KINGS, QUEENS, AND VAGABONDS by gingerwritess Elain is wasting away in the Night Court, seeking out a destructive last hope to return to her human life and human love. Her unwanted mate wants nothing more than to see her healed, and takes her to the Day Court, in hopes that true sunlight can bring her back into herself.

smut

WHAT WE WANTED by valamerys Lucien’s first Fire Night as High Lord of the Spring Court puts he and Elain’s fledgling relationship in an awkward position.

YET WE DREAM by valamerys In which Elain is *not* having a nightmare.

NOCTIS by valamerys Lucien is a vampire. Elain is the village's sacrifice in an attempt to keep him at bay.

UNDONE by highfaelucien & pterodactylichexameter "Elain sucks in a delicate breath when she sees the silk binding her hands to the headboard, holding her there for him...And over her eyes...he’s blindfolded her."

modern au

HOLY GROUND by separatist_apologist Blindsided when her ex-fiancé informs her he's taking his mistress on their honeymoon, Elain decides to move back home just until she's back on her feet. When Lucien and Elain reconnect on the dock behind her childhood home, sparks fly instantly and Elain is forced to reconsider what she wants out of her life, and if there's a place for Lucien in it.

BRIGHT AS A FLAME, SOFT AS A ROSE by aquietpersonwithaloudmind An Elucien florist AU.

INSPIRATION by moononastring Aspiring writer Elain Archeron is looking for some inspiration for her new novel when she happens to meet the perfect man for the job.

ALL MY LOVE by lebensmuede In which Lucien does not take well to hearing how Graysen mistreated Elain.

A SPARK OF SOMETHING by shadowriel Elain is a half-fae party girl unwilling to accept her mating bond with Lucien, the fae male she can't help but want. (a Crescent City AU)

THE LOCKER ROOM PACT by neverthecanonotp Lucien Vanserra will soon find out that his transfer to play as goalkeeper for the football team entails many more responsibilities than he bargained for. Or: The one time Elain tries to have a casual hook-up goes spectacularly wrong.

anything and everything by these authors

VALAMERYS SEPARATIST_APOLOGIST ABOOKANDACOFFEE HIGHFAELUCIEN RABBITLOVER1027

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foundress0fnothing · 9 months

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Summary: Elain runs a sex cult. She’s looking for something new. Lucien is new.

~5.3k words, rated E (explicit)

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

This is just PWP, so be warned (and enjoy)!

Written for @elucienweekofficial Day 7: AU.

Title from “Project for a Fainting” by Brenda Shaughnessy (I’m currently obsessed with this poem and it’s a banger and you should definitely read it).

Lucien POV

“What the fuck kind of bar is this?”

Lucien stared incredulously at the scene unfolding before his eyes. The room itself—what he could see of it, anyway—was innocuous enough. It looked the part of an upscale bar: dark wood furniture and walls painted a blue so deep they were almost black, softened by warm light spilling from lamps scattered throughout and low, plush couches in jewel tones that lined the outer perimeter of the room. There was greenery everywhere—ivy climbing the walls, monsteras arching out of pots in the corners of the room, philodendrons dripping off of the bar that was tucked into the back corner of the room. Music, something pulsing and rhythmic, played in the background, not quite loud enough to distinguish words or melody.

And the scent of the space—a heady mix of jasmine and honey that Lucien could feel twist around him as he stood on the threshold, inviting him to step inside, to linger, to lose himself in the promise of the evening.

But he resisted that pull, tempting as it was, instead standing frozen at the sight of the bar’s clientele. They gathered in groups of two or three or four, most draped intimately across each other, touching and fondling and teasing their partners, not caring who might see in the public space. They were all in various states of undress as well, some wearing regular street clothes that were haphazardly hanging off their bodies after one of their partners’ ministrations, some wearing what Lucien could only imagine was niche fetish wear.

Tearing his gaze away from what he was pretty sure was seconds from descending into a full orgy, he turned to look at Vassa and Jurian who stood a few paces behind him, “I’ll ask again,” he said, flicking his eyes between the two of them. Only Vassa had the grace to look slightly apologetic. “What the fuck kind of bar is this?”

“Their drinks are really good,” Vassa started, but Lucien cut her off.

“That’s not what I asked, Vas.”

“It’s what got Jurian in the door at least.”

Jurian offered a lazy grin. “And who wouldn’t want to stay for the rest?”

Lucien glared at him.

“And we figured,” Vassa continued, drawing his attention back to her, “that after Jes and everything, it might be good. For you.”

“It might be good for me?” Lucien raised an eyebrow skeptically, even if, on some level, he could see the appeal of a night of debauchery, of throwing himself into the throng of bodies and free-flowing booze. And it’s not like Vassa was wrong about Jes. Lucien had been ready to propose, had even picked out a ring, until she unceremoniously dumped him a month ago, deciding that she was looking for something different, something—how had she said it?—“more interesting.”

And he had been wallowing in that loss ever since. He didn’t go out anymore, didn’t reach out to friends, instead moving between work and his apartment and ghosting anyone who tried reaching out. For good reason apparently, he thought to himself, daring another glance into the room where he saw a short woman wearing only a bustier and sheer tights plant herself in the lap of a man wearing an identical outfit.

Vassa clarified, drawing his attention away from his efforts to make sense of the dynamics of that relationship. “You know—to meet someone new.”

“And,” Jurian added, “you’ve fucking sucked this last month. So. This is for us too.”

Lucien flipped him off. “Thanks, asshole.” He paused. “Look, guys, I appreciate what you’re trying to do—”

“Good.” Vassa grinned devilishly. “So stay.”

“But.” He gestured vaguely into the room, trying not to let his gaze linger for too long on any single thing. People notwithstanding, the room itself seemed determined to draw him in, the light and the music and the perfume and the heat all conspiring to make him take that first step over the threshold and find something—someone.

He shook it off. “I don’t think your little…club, or bar, or whatever it is, is really gonna fix the Jes thing.”

“It’s not just a club though,” Vassa argued.

Lucien rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

“It’s—oh, what’d they say our first day here, Jurian? When we joined? ‘A place to get in touch with both the mental and physical self, and to meet others on similar journeys of self-discovery.’ She parroted the phrase, and Jurian nodded.

Lucien looked at them incredulously, waiting for one of them to burst out laughing, to tell him it was all a prank and that they put out some sketchy ad on Craigslist to cheer him up. When neither did, he clarified. “So…it’s a cult.”

“Cult is such a strong word, Lucien,” Vassa said with a frown.

“Yeah, but is it the right word though?” Not a prank then, he thought to himself, bewildered by the fact that his friends were apparently participating members. In a cult. In this cult.

“Lighten up, Lucien,” Jurian said, rolling his eyes. “Get a drink. See if anybody catches your eye.”

Lucien laughed in disbelief. “I’m not about to join your sex cult, assholes.”

Both of them ignored his protestations, giving him a slight shove and pushing him further into the room. He could feel its pull even more strongly now, teasing and promising, and wondered for a moment how bad it could be if he just spent one night here.

“No one’s going to make you join, Lucien. It’s not that kind of group.” Vassa smiled over his shoulder at someone she recognized, holding up a finger to let whoever it was know that she was on her way over.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, super glad you didn’t bring me to the join-or-die kind of sex cult.”

“Besides,” she continued. “The head gets to make the final call about members anyway.”

“The head?” He repeated. “Sorry—are you telling me there’s an application for the sex cult?”

Vassa winked at him. “It’s a very thorough review.”

Lucien snorted, imagining it must be. He looked around the room again, trying to guess who the head of a group like this might be. Not that he was about to join. But, as he ran his eyes over the people in the room, no one stood out to him as an obvious leader—they all touched and groped and moved between each other with apparently little regard for hierarchies or rules.

Vassa put a hand on his arm. “Stay for a drink at least. They are actually really good.” With that, she released Lucien and grabbed Jurian’s hand, pulling him into the room and aiming for a hideous pink couch where a beautiful woman with long black hair sat waiting for them.

Not wanting to linger awkwardly at the front of the room, Lucien began moving toward the bar, letting the atmosphere envelop him and guide him through whatever this night was about to be.

Everything felt more somehow, as if each step forward was turning a dial up tick by tick. The lights were warmer, the music more thrilling, the perfume more heady—and Lucien took it all in, giving himself over, at least slightly, to the magic of the room and the eroticism it promised.

He had done this—well, something like it—before Jes. He could do it again. And a drink would help.

“What’ll it be, handsome?”

Lucien glanced up at the voice coming from behind the bar, honey-smooth and sweet, only to lose himself in the beauty of the woman to whom it belonged. She had wide brown eyes the color of chestnuts and golden brown hair that framed her face with soft waves that stretched halfway down her back. And her dress—Lucien felt his mouth gape slightly as he took in the tight green satin bodice lined with lace that softened into something more loosely flowing as it hit her hips.

She was easily the most stunning woman Lucien had ever seen, and he felt any lingering irritation with Vassa and Jurian bleed away.

“So—are you going to order something?” The woman was still smiling up at him, although something mischievous danced in her eyes, clearly pleased by his reaction.

He cleared his throat, glancing at the menu written in neat script behind the bar and willing himself to focus on anything but the sensual curve of her lips. Each drink was artisanal, the ingredient lists long and propriety and brimming with herbs and berries in addition to the liquor. One glance at the bottles lining the wall told him that his usual bar drinks—an old fashioned or a scotch and soda—would be out of place here, would mark him even more as an outsider to the little world of this bar that he was increasingly interested in the longer he spent in the presence of the pretty bartender.

“I’ll have a Like the Fox.” It was gin and orgeat and falernum, tempered with berries and lime and bitters—and hopefully a suitably impressive order.

The bartender beamed up at him. “That’s what I would have chosen for you too.” She started to gather bottles in front of her.

“But,” Lucien said, leaning slightly over the bar. “I’ll only have it on one condition.”

She huffed a laugh. “And what’s that?”

Giving her what Vassa and Jurian called his ‘panty-dropping grin,’ he said, “If you have a drink with me.”

She held his gaze for a moment and then deliberately began looking him over, taking in every detail from the bright red hair he had gathered in a loose bun to the scar bisecting his eye from a failed biking stunt as a kid to the way his wine-red dress shirt hugged his chest. And then her gaze moved lower. He stood still, not wanting to fidget under her scrutiny. Everywhere her eyes landed burned, and Lucien found himself basking in that burn, the painful pleasure of it like midday August sunlight—longed for and too much and slightly sweet, all at once.

He watched as the bartender flicked her eyes back to his from where they had been lingering on the long line of his legs as if she could somehow see what was hidden underneath the gray slacks. He almost hoped she could.

And then she winked, grabbing a rocks glass and placing it alongside the coupe for his drink.

Lucien grinned, pleased that she was willing to play along. “And what is my drinking companion’s drink of choice?”

Reaching for its ingredients—whiskey, berries, honey, sage—she grinned right back. “Resist the Temptation.”

Elain POV

Elain had seen him the moment he stood on her doorway with Vassa and Jurian. Lucien Vanserra, Vassa had told her: tall, with rich brown skin and vibrant red hair and a scar across his left eye. He was dressed well, his clothes expensive and tailored to fit his broad frame, and he held himself with an ease that belied how uncomfortable he must have been at his first sight of her club.

She could kiss Vassa—and maybe she would later—for bringing him. Late one evening last weekend, spent and sweaty and draped over the pink couch that Vassa and Jurian seemed inordinately fond of, Elain lamented how bored she was, how familiar everyone and everything was, how she wanted something new.

And Vassa had smiled as she ran her fingers idly through Elain’s hair, a fire lighting in her eyes when she promised that she had the perfect something new in mind.

Looking up at Lucien now as she mixed their drinks, Elain suspected that Vassa had been right.

Not wanting the silence to stretch too long between them, she said, “I should have made you guess my drink.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “Yes,” she said, humming slightly. “I would have found it terribly impressive.” Elain tossed her hair primly over her shoulder, smiling to herself as she watched how Lucien’s eyes glazed over slightly as they tracked the movement of the honey brown waves. “You’ll just have to find another way to impress me then, Fox,” she said, placing his drink down in front of him.

Blinking rapidly as he came back to himself, he picked up the glass and hit her again with one of the rakish smiles that she imagined got him anything he wanted. “And why do I get the sense you’re not easily impressed?”

He was right. She had been easily impressed once, had almost married a man straight out of college who listened to alt-right podcasts in his parents’ basement and refused to get a job, all because he had a sweet smile and told her he loved her. But he didn’t like that she didn’t want kids right away, that she wanted to travel first or open her own business, and he dumped her, expecting her to come crawling back. She didn’t.

No—instead, Elain mourned the loss of the relationship for exactly twenty-four hours before packing up and setting off on a backpacking trip around the world, eating good food and meeting new people and learning what it was she liked. And she found she liked people. And love—but not exclusivity. So when she got back, she opened the Larkspur Room, named after a flower that could mean both strong love and fickleness, and slowly began to gather its members. They came from all backgrounds, from all walks of life, but they were hers, and she was theirs. And she liked it.

But he didn’t need to know all of that. Not yet, at any rate. So she only smiled, letting a hint of mockery bleed into the expression. “Are you not up for it?”

“Are you?” He raised his glass to her in cheers, and then, holding her gaze, took a long, slow sip.

Elain watched his throat bob as he swallowed. Yes, she definitely owed Vassa. He would do very nicely. Even if he was far too cocky—that could be fixed.

She held out her hand. “I’m Elain.”

“Elain.” He repeated her name as he took her hand, shaking it once. He didn’t let go, and she didn’t pull away, savoring the feeling of his hand, large and warm and sure.

“And you?” She asked, even though she already knew, before raising her own glass to her lips with the hand not currently bound up in Lucien’s.

“Lucien.”

“You came in with Vassa and Jurian?” Lucien nodded in confirmation, following her gaze to find the pair locked in an embrace with Nuan, one of their usual partners if Elain was busy. And sometimes if she wasn’t.

He glanced back at her, flushing slightly. “Old friends. They…left out a few key details about this bar.”

Elain laughed at that. “Based on your blush, I imagine they did.”

Lucien bristled. “I don’t blush.”

“You don’t?” She challenged, turning her laughter on him. “The pink on your cheeks is just a trick of the light?” Setting her drink down, she reached up with her free hand to trace the side of his face.

He started slightly but didn’t move away, instead leaning into the contact. “I’m used to a little more privacy when I take my lovers to bed.”

Lucien’s voice was low and full of promise, and Elain smiled to herself, feeling her own heart rate pick up ever so slightly.

“What if I could offer you some privacy?”

“Well then, Elain,” he said, releasing her hand and winding his fingers through her hair and pulling it ever so slightly to tilt her face up to look at his. “Then I could show you all the things I’d like to do with you.”

She bit her lip and watched as his eyes tracked the movement. Good. “There’s a room in the back.”

“Lead the way,” he said, releasing his grip on her hair and polishing off the rest of his drink.

As she moved out from behind the bar, she surveyed the room, taking in the groups milling around, chattering and embracing. Nothing had really started yet, despite Lucien’s reactions, and it wouldn’t—not until she gave the word anyway.

As she walked over to his side, having to crane her neck slightly to meet his eyes, she asked, “They really didn’t tell you anything, did they?”

“Is there more I need to know?” He had drawn close, and she breathed in the spicy smell of his cologne, a mix of apples and woodsmoke and bergamot that reminded her of crisp fall days.

Elain smirked but didn’t answer him, instead turning out to the larger room to address her friends, her partners, her family. “Have fun tonight, all.”

As if a switch had been flipped, the groups of people stopped their idle touching and fondling and teasing and began to reach for each other with an urgency and a desire that Elain felt rush through her and settle in her core.

“Come, Lucien,” she said, turning around and walking down the hall to her office. He followed after as if in a daze.

“It’s yours, isn’t it?” Lucien asked as he stepped into the room after her and closed the door. She didn’t use it for this often, but it would do—amongst the desk and the papers sat a low bed, framed by diaphanous lilac curtains and fairy lights that softened the administrative air the room would have otherwise carried.

Elain hummed contentedly. “For a few years now.”

“You run the sex cult.” He said it as a statement, not a question.

“I run the Larkspur Room. That’s the actual name. Not “the sex cult.” And it’s more a place for personal journeys and self-discovery anyway. Sex is just part of it.” She walked over to Lucien but didn’t reach out, didn’t restart her seduction. The next step was his to take.

“Yes, so Vassa told me,” he muttered, looking around the office.

“You disagree?”

He shifted his attention back to her. “A fancy motto doesn’t make it any less of a sex cult.”

“Are you complaining?” Elain could argue the semantics of the word cult with him later. After. Assuming he stayed.

He gently gripped her chin between his finger and his thumb, titling her face up and ghosting his thumb over her lips. “No. Not right now.”

“Good.” She smiled up at him. Time for something new.

He leaned down as if to kiss her but then stopped himself, pulling back slightly. “What does this mean? If we…”

She waited for him to finish the sentence, but when it was clear he wasn’t about to, she rolled her eyes. Still hung up on the cult thing. “It can be nothing more than a night if that’s what you want, Lucien.” Disappointing as that would be. Her chin was still caught in his hands, giving her the perfect view of the effect that her saying his name had on him.

“And if I want more?” Slowly, still looking at her face, he began to run his hands down the sides of her body, rubbing teasing circles into her ribs, her hips.

“Then consider tonight your application for membership.”

“Into the cult?”

She looked at him disapprovingly. “Into the Larkspur Room. You could at least try to say the name.”

“And you’ll decide?”

“Who else?”

Lucien laughed sharply at that. “Vassa said it was a thorough review process. I assumed…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely to the door and the bodies thronging outside.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Why, Lucien, perhaps you’re more adventurous than I thought. But,” she continued, seeing from his scowl that he was about to start arguing about logistics and throwing around the phrase “sex cult” again, “I don’t share on the first night.” She began tracing her hands across the muscles of his chest before slowly reaching up to pull loose his hair tie, allowing the crimson waves—almost as long as hers, she noted—to messily frame his face. “Is that acceptable to you?”

He nodded, running a hand through his now loose hair, and asked, “What’s so thorough about this review, then Elain?”

She liked the way he said her name. It was as if he was offering up a quiet prayer, like she was something to revere, something to cherish. “It’s a test. All you have to do,” she said, “is make me come three times.”

He raised an eyebrow, so she clarified.

“Once on your fingers,” she listed, drawing his hand to her mouth and holding his gaze as she delicately sucked two of his fingers into her mouth, watching as his nostrils flared.

“Once on your tongue,” she continued, releasing his fingers and leaning in so she could lick up the broad column of his neck.

“And once on your cock.” Still kissing his neck, she ghosted her hand down until she could grip him through his pants, delighting in the groan he let out. He was already hard and, she noted with an involuntary whimper, impressively long.

Releasing him and stepping away, she smiled in challenge. “Do you think you can manage?”

“Perhaps.” He grinned back at her as he answered, cockily adding, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Elain huffed a laugh. “We’ll see.” But she hoped he was right. “Questions?”

“One,” he said as he started to unbutton his shirt, allowing her glimpses of his sculpted chest as the two sides slowly parted. “What does membership into your ‘Larkspur Room’ get me?”

Her mouth opened in shock. “Greedy already?”

“I just want to know if the effort is worth it.” His smug smile at the way her eyes kept catching on the planes of his chest was infuriating.

The fucking nerve of him. But Elain had an idea, smiling wickedly as she sank to her knees and said, looking up at him as she unbuttoned his pants, “You tell me.”

Lucien POV

Lucien was fucked. And probably about to join a sex cult.

Because if the way Elain was sucking him was any indication of how the rest of the night would go, he realized that he would do anything, would say anything, would join anything just to have another moment like this with her. He would worship at whatever altar she offered if it meant that she would invite him back to her bed.

Her mouth was impossibly soft and wet, and Lucien groaned at each new pass, willing his body to slow down, to let his mind catch up, to savor the experience.

But it—and Elain—had other plans, and he looked down to see the glint in her eyes as, without warning, she stopped the rhythmic bobbing of her head only to swallow him whole, the tip of her nose brushing against his stomach.

“Fuck, Elain—” he gasped out as his hips stuttered forward and she made a small choking sound at the force of the intrusion. She didn’t stop, although she glared up at him, only widening her mouth and relaxing her throat to allow him more space.

Wrapping fistfuls of her hair around his hands, Lucien began slowly thrusting, fucking her mouth as she braced herself against his thighs, still covered by his gray slacks. He laughed half-deliriously at the realization that he hadn’t even gotten fully undressed, although his laughter quickly turned into a moan, embarrassingly loud and desperate, as she hollowed out her cheeks.

He was going to come embarrassingly quickly, could feel his rhythm start to falter and his balls tighten and then—

It all stopped. Dazed and pleasure-drunk, Lucien looked down to see Elain pull away from his cock, wiping at her lips delicately.

“That,” she said, slightly out of breath, “is one of the things membership in my ‘sex cult’ gets you.” She gave a bratty tilt of her head. “Worth it?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grabbing Elain’s face in his hands and kissing her. His cock screamed at him, begging for release, but he ignored it in favor of continuing to pepper Elain’s lips with kisses. “Yes. I’m sorry. I’m—yes. It’s worth it. You’re worth it.” He couldn’t lose this, couldn’t lose her.

She rewarded him with a smile. “I am. And now,” she reached between them, once again taking his cock in her hands, and Lucien gasped at her touch, overly-sensitive, the sensation almost enough to send him over the edge. “We’ll see if you are, Lucien.”

“Elain, I—”

“—have work to do. Because if you finish before you’ve completed your test,” she said, false sympathy in her voice as she continued to slide her hand absently up and down his cock, “I’m afraid you won’t be invited back.”

“Then stop that,” he said, reaching to still her movements, hoping that a reprieve from her maddening touch would give him a chance to get himself under control, to regain some kind of upper hand in this exchange.

“I was just answering your question.” She widened her eyes and blinked at him in false innocence.

He laughed at her performance, reaching behind her as he did so to find the zipper on her dress and tugging it down. “I’m not fooled by your act, Elain. In fact,” he said as the dress slipped off her frame and pooled at her feet, revealing the light green lingerie set she wore underneath. “I think you might just be a brat.”

She reached out for his clothes as well, rapidly undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt as he kicked off his pants and tucked himself back into his underwear. “Let’s hope you get to test that theory in the future, shall we?”

They stood there staring at each other. If Lucien thought Elain was stunning in her dress, it was nothing compared to how she looked now: still slightly flushed from her exertions before, her nipples hard and visible through her bra as she waited for him to make the next move.

“Oh, Elain,” Lucien said, stepping forward to close the distance between them, “that is a privilege I can’t wait to earn.”

And then he kissed her, hard and demanding. He felt her smile against his lips as she arched into him, and he slid his hands up her body to unhook the clasps of her bra, groaning into her mouth as he cupped her tits. “Fuck, Elain.”

“That’s the hope, Lucien.” Breaking the kiss, she shucked off her underwear and walked over to sit on the bed, leaning back slightly to give him a view of her cunt, bare and gleaming. “So what are you waiting for?”

“Brat,” he said, just to say something. Not that it had any bite—he had no control here apparently, no smooth words left, no final tricks, nothing but a desperate desire to see her head thrown back in pleasure, to hear her call his name, to spend the rest of his life doing nothing but this.

“Like what you see?”

He hummed appreciatively, mesmerized at the sight of her spread out like a feast before him. With a reverence that surprised even him, he asked, “Are you wet for me, Elain?”

“Come find out.”

Lucien followed her over the bed and knelt down in front of her, gently dragging a finger through the clear evidence of her arousal. He groaned at the wetness he found there as she arched into his touch. “Elain.”

And with her name on his lips, he began to circle her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves as he felt her begin to writhe against him. “That’s it, beautiful.” He kissed up her neck, sliding his finger lower and into her, pumping in and out.

“More, Lucien. I need more—” she gasped out, and he redoubled his efforts, sliding another finger into her and feeling her clench around him.

“Lucien, I—”

“Are you going to come for me?” He sucked a kiss into her neck, and her moan was like the sweetest music. “Come for me, Elain.”

And she did, clamping down on his hand so hard he swore he could feel it on his cock as she shattered, and he rode her through wave after wave of her climax. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and nothing he had ever seen could match the sight of her like this.

And he wanted—needed—to see it again. Lucien slid down her body and plunged his tongue into her cunt as her walls continued to pulse around him. Elain moaned at the invasion, still sensitive from her first orgasm, but didn’t pull away, and he groaned at the taste of her, somehow musky and floral and sweet all at once.

He devoured her like a man starved, wet and messy and wildly lost in her. Elain, for her part, thrust her hands through his hair, wrapping it around her fist and using her hold to grind herself against his face, chasing her pleasure. Before long, Lucien could feel her start to tighten again, her climax rising higher and higher until it crested and she followed it over the peak, arching her back and crying out loudly enough that he was positive that everyone in the other room knew exactly what the two of them were doing.

She panted as she came down, blearily lolling her head against the pillow as she rode the aftershocks of her second orgasm. Her hair was messily haloed around her head, and Lucien, pleased with himself, dragged his hand through the tangled silken waves.

She turned to look at him. “Are you done, Lucien?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and he looked at her skeptically. “Can you take one more, Elain?”

“Yes, Lucien. Of course.” she breathed out, throwing him a look that was probably meant to be scathing but only came across as pleasantly sated, her eyes lust-drunk. “Make me come on your cock.”

She reached out a hand to the table next to her bed, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a condom that she handed to him. Lucien pulled off his underwear and unwrapped the condom, rolling it over his length and he pumped himself once, twice to the sight of Elain, still naked and breathless beneath him.

He looked at her and she nodded, and without needing any more encouragement, he plunged into her. She was dripping wet and tight and hot, and Lucien groaned at the sensation.

“Christ, Elain,” he moaned, his hips snapping forward as he thrust in and out of her perfect cunt. “So fucking perfect. You are—”

She finished the sentence for him. “Mine, Lucien. You are mine.”

“Yours. I’m yours.” She was a dream, lurid and perfect, something he wanted every day for the rest of his life. He felt his pace stutter at the thought. “I’m not going to last long, Elain.”

She smiled up at him. “Then make it count.”

He drove deeper and deeper into her, reaching between them to find her clit and rolling it over with his fingers until he could feel her breathing hitch, her walls tighten.

“One more time, Elain. Come for me. Let me be yours.”

And for the final time, she shattered against him, and he let the strength of her climax carry him along with it as he came with a shout.

Spent and panting, he rolled off the condom and threw it away, turning to gather Elain into his arms and close to his chest. For now, nothing else mattered—only him and Elain and the absolute bliss of the moment.

She nuzzled into him and smiled. “Welcome to the Larkspur Room, Lucien.”

“Honored to be a member.”

“Want to tell your friends?” She asked sleepily.

“Later.” He gently kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, letting the room—the warm lights, the soft pulse of the music from outside that he could just make out, the sweet smell of jasmine and honey—lull him to sleep.

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starfall-spirit · 10 months

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Day 5: Nature

Summary: Over the past few years, Elain has learned to grow many types of plants. When Lucien is sick in bed, Elain can't help but use her growing expertise to tend to him.

AN: Starting this fine Thursday off with an Elucien drabble. Be aware, I have never written a sickfic, even though I posted Tuesday, this is technically the first Elucien thing I wrote, and my knowledge of herbal remedies comes from Google. In short, I hope this doesn't suck.

Word Count: 755

Elain had been a faerie for nearly five years now. If there was one thing she had learned in that time, it’s that very little separated fae males from human men, when it came down to it. In other words, no matter what race a male may be, he became an absolute toddler when he fell ill.

Lucien was no exception to nature’s flaws.

He had been working hard lately, juggling his duties to Night and the human lands as well as assisting Spring’s recovery. Its High Lord had finally come to accept reality in the past few months. The pieces of his court were starting to mend, albeit slowly. And Lucien for whatever reason put himself in the middle of it all. And she could feel the toll it took with five courts between them.

And when he returned to Night… that bond between them was a curse. At least she wanted to call it that. But after five years her mentality had begun to shift. Perhaps it was how disgustingly happy her sisters seemed with Cassian and Rhys. Perhaps it was some faerie breeding instinct, as Feyre had once admitted when Elain dared ask what was expected of her when it came to the bond. If she was required to accept Lucien. Or perhaps it was something she was entirely too afraid to admit. Lucien was courteous to her wishes, charming when they did speak on occasion, respectful to her and every other female she’d seen him near—which was more than she could say of most human men.

So that was why with him near and unwell she felt the need to… help.

It was just a common cold of course. Nothing he should be acting as if he was dying over. But the strain of his travels and work had weakened his body and the “male bonding”, also known as Feyre pushing Rhys and his brothers to invite Lucien to their annual snowball fight so relationships could be mending from all sides, had been the catalyst. Even fae bodies needed time to recuperate and Lucien hadn’t been respecting his health enough.

She stood from her seat, leaving her book on the bench to head down to the kitchen where she knew Nuala was working. Having learned the cultures of the fae, Elain knew better than to cook anything herself, but she was sure Nuala would help her with that much.

“Elain,” the wraith greeted her. “Can I get you anything?”

“I thought you might help me prepare something for Lucien. A broth, perhaps.”

Nuala gave a hint of a smile. “Of course.” Without further comment, she set to work over the stove, leaving Elain to her own business. In her research and experimentation over the past few years, Elain had learned quite a bit about growing and preserving medicinal herbs. The aerial portion of the echinacea was beneficial in curing common ailments such as this, strengthening the immune system among other things. A tea would be just fine.

A few moments later she had everything plated and gathered on a tray, easy enough to carry to the room Lucien was keeping upstairs. Adjusting the tray against her hip, she gave a soft knock on his door. “Come in.” The second she stepped into the room his attention zeroed in on the broth and tea. “Elain—”

“All I touched was the herb for the tea.”

His posture eased and he set his book aside, nose scrunching a bit. “Herb?”

“Echinacea,” she confirmed, amused by his skepticism for traditional medicine. “Your immune system was weakened by stress and overexertion. Human medicine may seem simple compared to fancy healing magic, but it still gets the job done.” She set the tray in his lap with a smile. “So, broth and herbal tea for you. I hope you feel better soon.”

“Wait,” he called as she turned for the door. She cocked her head. “I’m not contagious at this point if you’d like to stay? Talk for a while. Your sister feels bad for sending me out in the cold and sent a heap of books this morning, if you’d prefer silence.”

She nodded, warily settling in the chair beside the bed. He passed her one of the books from his bedside table. “Feyre told me once that all the old fables and tales have been washed from human history. Care to read a few?”

Sitting in silence once more, Elain began to read, for the first time in a long time feeling at peace.

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brielyasmin · 10 months

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“ 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒊𝒏, 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅— 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏, 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 … 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 — 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ”

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lidiacervos · 2 years

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elucien week ‘22

day four

parallels

#elucienweek2022 #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien #elucienweek #spent all night sifting through my highlights so this looks like poo #and I still couldn’t find some quotes

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midnightmasterpiece · 10 months

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I originally wasn’t gonna write or post anything for it, like I haven’t published an actual fanfic since I was in like middle school and I really enjoy mostly just lurking across platforms, but in my spite induced writing, I now have like 1000 words of an elucien one shot that I’m gonna have done in time for elucien week and I’m highly tempted but also highly nervous about posting it which puts me in a dilemma

#elucien #elucienweek #should i or should i not #I have it mostly written #and like I won’t be able to sleep until it’s finished #I can’t wait for no one to respond because I enjoy my little lurking corner of the internet

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elucienweekofficial · 10 months

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AO3 Collection・Instagram・Twitter・Masterlist

📝Fics:

I Was Enchanted To Meet You by @c-e-d-dreamer

Lead Me Into the Light by @velidewrites

A Blaze in the Dark by @the-lonelybarricade

Sweet Surprise by @tuzna-pesma-snova

Promise Me This is Forever by @starfall-spirit

Ars Amatoria by @fieldofdaisiies

Northern Lights In Our Skies by @kingofsummer93

The Fire Won't Burn Me by @separatist-apologist

Sunshine by @darklove9314-blog

Over & Under by @eudaimonia83

Good Morning Sunshine by @thegloweringcastle

The Honeymooners by @iambutmortal

Cursed, Hexed, Bonded by @thelovelymadone

Love and Light by @readingwritingwatching

you are my life (and you will be my eternity) by @elains

🎨Art:

A Picnic date for the sunshine couple by @cursebrkr

Sunshine by @lib-arts comissioned for @sanktadu

Day Court Elucien by @stickyelectrons

Elucien dancing in the sunlight by @krem-does-stuff

Sunshine comic by @devilsnightz

Elucien blushing by @jmoonjones

Elucien sunbathing by @fiercehildr

Elucien kissing in a field of flowers - comissioned by @amandapearls and artist @/mahpiyaluta_

Elucien sunflower art by @/conebrain_art

Elucien in a garden art by @/foxydraws__

The High Lord and Lady of the Day Court - comissioned by @separatist-apologist and artist @poppypola_

Day Court Elucien by @wittyrejoinder

Elain Portrait by @artbysue

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 artpiece - comissioned by @acourtdelaluna and artist @/giulia_fw.arts

Elucien magic art by @/daria_.arts

Hercules inspired Elucien by @lib-arts

Sunshine by @mei_lfong

🎶Misc:

Sunshine: Elain and Lucien moodboard by @octobers-veryown

Elucien Name Meaning moodboard by @lloorryy

Incorrect Quote by @velidewrites

Elain Archeron, the Lovely Fawn collage by @theflyinvelaris

How Well Do You Know Elucien Quiz by @elucienweekofficial

Sunshine Analysis by @courtofthought

Sunshine Moodboard by @velidewrites

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shadowisles-writes · 2 years

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My first idea for this prompt was to have Lucien fuck Elain in front of a mirror and make her watch but somehow I ended up writing something just as smutty but entirely different.

Smut under the cut :)

It’s the first week Elain is sharing a room with Lucien

They’ve settled in the River House, for now

They haven’t really taken that step just yet but it’s nice to sleep in a bed with him

The furthest they’ve gone was when Elain came out of a bath in a towel thinking Lucien was out of the room and she somehow ended up coming on his fingers with his mouth on her tits

It’s a good memory (incredible, actually), but the thought of more remains a little overwhelming

Well, not the thought itself since Elain spends half of her time imagining how it’s going to happen

When Lucien is out for the day, she tends to imagine it with her hand between her legs

Today is one of those days, he’s supposed to be out for hours, even told her to eat lunch without him

It’s still morning when he walks back into the room and finds Elain touching herself naked on the bed

“I thought you were out!” Elain frantically tries to cover herself up.

“I thought you were out,” he’s a little dumbstruck and that was definitely not the right thing to say but he’s never seen her naked in broad daylight before

“Turn around!” She snaps because he just can’t stop looking

Lucien closes his eyes but doesn’t obey

It goes against his every instinct and he is dying to see more

He’s got nothing to lose when he says, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, but will you let me watch?”

Elain isn’t sure what to say so she blurts out her first thought

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not,” he counters. “You think I don’t touch myself thinking about you too, Elain?”

“Who says I was thinking about you?”

Lucien only laughs

“Fine,” Elain grumbles

“Fine you admit you were thinking about me, or fine I can watch?”

She hesitates before she answers. “Both,”

Lucien takes a seat in the armchair to have a good view of the bed without being in her space

Except he quickly realizes he’s not going to make it through without having to touch himself too

“Can I undress too?”

Elain shyly agrees and keeps her knees to her chest as she waits

Lucien, however, has no issues spreading his legs wide once he’s fully naked

He’s semi hard and slowly stroking himself until he’s fully hard while Elain observes

She knew he’d be big but gods surely that wouldn’t fit inside of her?

He’d make it fit, and picturing it just makes her wetter

“Well?” Lucien breaks her out of her trance and her cheeks burn

She definitely stared for too long

Can she be blamed though? He looks too good for her to take her eyes off him

Elain tells herself that if she thinks so highly of him, then he must think highly of her

She doesn’t realize how badly she needs that reassurance until she is propped up on pillows and her hand is between her legs again

“You look fucking perfect,”

She might have a praise kink because the words definitely make heat course through her

Lucien doesn’t make other comments for a little while

He’s watching, listening to the hitch in her breath when she rubs her clit just right

Gods he can’t wait for the day she’ll let him eat her out

Her scent is enough to drive him mad, having her on his tongue will be ecstasy

“Spread your legs baby, let me see you.” He urges once she gets more comfortable and little moans start to slip out

It’s his turn to moan when she obeys and her gets a perfect view of her pink, swollen center

Elain is watching with wide eyes as he spits on his cock and uses that as lube to wrap his hand around the head of his cock and stroke up and down

There’s precum leaking out of him already and she wants to lick it

The wet noises they’re making are sinful

And gods why are Lucien’s moans so fucking hot?

Based on the way his cock twitched last time she let out a loud noise, he likes hers too

Rubbing her clit isn’t enough on its own anymore so her second hand comes to push two fingers inside of her

The sight makes Lucien groan

“Are you thinking of that night baby?” He pants, his hand moving faster on his cock. “The night your perfect little cunt squeezed my fingers tight and you came so hard the whole house must have heard you?”

An adorable annoyed noise falls from her lips

“Yours don’t feel as good, uh?”

Elain hates him

She hates him for being right

Gods she needs his fingers inside of her

They’re so much bigger than hers, and they felt so damn good

Elain has to push a third finger in to get close to what he felt like with two

It’s not perfect but it’s fucking good and she’s already stretching herself out more than usual so she can’t help but imagine what his cock (much thicker than three of her fingers) would feel like inside of her

She knows he’ll make it the best thing she’s ever felt

That’s what she’s thinking of when she comes undone

Lucien can’t take his eyes off her pussy

He knows it’ll feel like heaven clenching over his cock as she comes

Elain has barely recovered when he follows

She watches the way he squeezes his cock and imagines everything that is spilling out of him inside of her

She needs it so badly her pussy throbs with need despite the fact that she just came

She doesn’t ask for it though, only looks at him as they both try to catch their breaths

A knock on the door interrupts them

“Shit,” Lucien somehow gets pants up his legs and grabs something on the desk. “I came back here to get a report for Cassian,”

Elain can only giggle as he trips over the hem of a rug on his way to the door

“Oh gods,” Cassian gets hit with the smell of what they’ve been doing as soon as Lucien cracks the door open

Lucien gives him the report and slams the door in his face

He would have killed the damn Illyrian if he had interrupted a minute earlier

When he turns back to Elain she’s hidden under the covers of the bed

“Did you like that?” He smiles as he comes to her side

He knows she did, her cheeks are still flushed and he wants to devour her

Elain nods and gives a pleased sigh when he bends down to kiss her

She has to kick the covers off with her feet to allow him to touch her

He only caresses her waist and it’s far from enough

Elain has to break the kiss and grab his wrist to guide him

“Please?” She murmurs as she brings it down until his fingers meet her center. “Your hands feel better than mine.”

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