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dawneternal · 2 months

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I Have Loved You For the Last Time

Sad Eris ✅

Gay Eris ✅

Soft boy Eris ✅

Based on the theory that Mor and Eris had secretly agreed to a lavender marriage. Forgot Eris's hounds are supposed to be big don't roast me

TW: angst, homophobia, loss of a loved one, inner circle critical (from Eris' perspective)

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Eris pulled his scarf up to cover his nose and nuzzled into it. The autumn wind was bitingly cold today, as if it was also restless with grief. It pressed against him as he walked, as if to say

we know we know we know

The sun cast golden light along the path, illuminating each fallen leaf with tender care. Bare tree branches twisted into a sparse canopy, fracturing the sunshine as it fell. The bittersweet smell of decaying leaves mingled with the scent of distant swaying wheat fields. All carried on that fluttering wind.

Eris looked down at the hound that walked by his side, donning a little plaid cloak to protect against the cold. So content to follow him wherever he went, looking up at her master every once in a while with only admiration and eagerness in her eyes. The most loyal creature he had ever met.

The path curved toward the edge of the woods and Eris pushed through the wards at the treeline. He entered the protection of the little clearing and let out a deep sigh. From the outside, the clearing was empty. If his father, or anyone else, ever tried to enter it they'd be struck with a sudden headache so fierce they'd forget what they were doing in the first place.

But Beron would never bother with this corner of the autumn court. A place where the High Lady used to play in her childhood. Inside it, hidden from prying eyes, sat the ruins of a beloved hand-made play house. And beside it, two gravestones.

There were no bodies buried here, only the stones for visiting and remembering. Away from cruel brothers and guards who would only ever be loyal to the High Lord. Away from that complex world of secrets and games, weaving as wide as the halls of the sprawling Forest House and wider all the time. Here, it could be simple for a moment.

Eris ran his hand across one of the gravestones and murmured a blessing. His fingertips brushed over the name carved into it.

Jesminda

He wondered about her sometimes. What her family had been told about her death. If they knew anything at all, if they blamed Lucien for it. Nevertheless, the flowers he had sent to Jesminda's family on her birthdays were always anonymous. It was something he did more for himself than anyone else. But he did it anyways, though it did little to lessen the deep well of guilt inside him. Neither did enchanting the flowers that grew on her grave to never wilt or die. Forever blooming, like Jesminda was supposed to be.

Eris knelt on the ground before the other gravestone. His hound sat next to him and leaned into his side, as if she remembered what it meant when they came here and knew he would need the support. Eris mindlessly stroked the little beast's fur and lost himself in his memories.

This second stone was not marked. He could not have anyone carve it. Some knew of Jesminda's story -- Lucien's young love and her untimely death. But no one would ever know of Sebastian, the one who held Eris's heart. No one but Beron. And Lucien, the nosy busybody.

It was Beron's doing that no one knew of Sebastian. Jesminda, he could turn into an example. But Sebastian's existence infuriated and shamed Beron so thoroughly that he had any evidence of his life wiped from the Autumn Court. Like mud scrubbed from the palace's polished floors.

Sometimes Eris wondered if his father had gone as far as to have Sebastian's family's memories erased. If Beron had known that his youngest son was in on the secret, Lucien would surely have been made to forget. But Beron would not make Eris forget. Eris's punishment was to remember.

Of course, it was Eris's fault. He thought he could juggle it all, keep it all secret and safe. But Beron had found the one loose thread and pulled until he had discovered the whole truth and Sebastian was lost to him forever. Perhaps part of him had hoped Beron would not react so terribly. After all, Sebastian was from a noble family. He was proper and polite and trained perfectly. An ideal match for a High Lord. Except, of course, that he was male.

A tear slipped down Eris's cheek. This was the reason for the impenetrable wards. So he could let his tears fall and not immediately be torn apart. He let out a bitter laugh as he remembered his reputation -- cold, petty, and unfeeling. And yet here he was, crying over the empty grave of his lost love and a lesser fae girl he had barely known.

It was Morrigan who had started that reputation, keeping his character in a chokehold with the stories she spread about him. Twisted and incomplete, painting him in such a cruel light.

Such dark bitterness filled him with the memory of the Night Court. He thought about them often, more than they deserved. More than he wanted to. Like it was a habit.

That infernal inner circle, drunk on happiness that he would never have. Even brooding Azriel had more tenderness in his life than Eris could ever hope for. Azriel, who had wrapped his hands around Eris's throat and kept squeezing, even as Eris laid still and did not fight back. He had not wanted to spit those venomous words. Had not wanted to taste them in his mouth. But Beron was always watching, and he must keep up the appearance of a grudge against Morrigan, his "ruined" bride. So Eris let himself be Azriel's punching bag just for the show, knowing that he deserved it anyways.

But then Azriel had the gall to act like a wounded animal, comforted and calmed by the High Lady. He had sat by her, been served by her. And none of their circle seemed to see how ridiculous it looked, watching them all play house together at a High Lord's meeting. It was a joke, all of it.

And he wanted it. All of it.

An inner circle that would die for him. A mate that would tear apart courts for him. A city of peace filled with lovely trivial things, plagued by only the smallest of worries.

"You're all I've got, Marigold," He whispered to his hound as she laid her head in his lap. "You're my inner circle."

Eris shook all thoughts of the Night Court from his head as he noticed a glint of Emerald green among the goldenrods planted over Sebastian's grave. He pulled a little velvet box from among the flowers and golden ring blinked back at him when he opened it.

He held it close to his eye to examine, and found that a word had been carved into the inside of the ring. Written in an old and mostly dead language. Memories came to him of he and Lucien learning that language to use as a code, one their father couldn't read.

Sebastian.

A smile tugged at his lips. When he slipped the ring on his finger, it vanished completely. It looked as if he wore nothing at all. He had no idea how long it had been there waiting for him, but the metal of the enchanted ring reminded him of a certain redhead's golden eye. The only other one who knew of this place and what Eris had lost. If it wasn't him, then the ring was not a gift at all but a threat from someone who had discovered his deepest secret.

He held the ring in his palm for Marigold to inspect. She gave it sniff and turned away disinterested. Golden light filled Eris's chest. It had been left by Lucien.

In the blink of an eye, the world became much less bleak. The air even felt a bit warmer. He leaned forward to press a kiss to the gravestone and then stood, Marigold immediately at attention by his side. He said goodbye with his usual prayer and slipped the ring on his finger, practically skipping back to the forest path. And he clung tightly to that sunrise in his heart. The closest thing to hope he could allow.

Mother hold you. May you pass through the gates and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil, feel no pain. Go and enter eternity.

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olenvasynyt · 2 months

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This may be a reach but tbh I don't think it is:

When Lucien officially meets Elain for the first time in the library, he thinks how she's "nothing like Jesminda". But the name comes from the Punjabi Indian name “Jesminder”, which means "flower queen" and "glory of god". That name is definitely meaningful to use, especially when we remember that we did not know Jesminda's name until ACOWAR, which is after SJM decided to make Lucien and Elain mates.

And both meanings point to Elain imo.

I think once Elain and Lucien actually talk and interact with each other let's all pray for a good old forced proximity, pinning, and then falling in love kind of interaction, Lucien will realize Elain is more like Jesminda than he first realized.

#lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elucien #pro elucien #lucien and jesminda #jesminda #acotar

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darklove9314-blog · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jesminda/Lucien Vanserra Characters: Lucien Vanserra, Jesminda (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Beron Vanserra, Lady of the Autumn Court (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Eris Vanserra, Vanserra Brothers (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Past Relationship(s), Grief/Mourning Summary:

Lucien Vanserra never expected her to come into his life, never expected to fall for someone his father would not approve of, or a love that he would have to hide away, but something about Jesminda keeps Lucien coming back. Something he can’t stay away from. Their fates intertwining and their relationship burning hotter than any fire, will Lucien be able to covet a relationship that is his and his alone, or will fate have other plans?

So I had a request from an Anon a while back asking me if I would be interested in tackling Lucien and Jesminda’s love story, and it’s definetly one I’ve wanted to write for a while, so I’m proud to announce that I finally have my first chapter up on A03!! I’m excited to share this story with you and hope that you all like it!!!

#lucien vanserra #jesminda #lucien and jesminda #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfcition

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copypastus · 6 months

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@lucienweekofficial Day 6 - Romance

Coming in with my fav quality Lucien ships: 1. Lucien + Jurian 2. Lucien + Vassa (the Exiles can just have a throuple tbh but i put them separate here FOR CONSISTENCY) 3. Lucien + Tamlin 4. Lucien + Jesminda 5. Lucien + Andras (shamelessly stealing @thrumugnyr's Andras design)

#my art #lucienweek2023 #acotar #acotar fanart #lucien vanserra #tamlin #jurian #vassa #vassa acotar #jurian acotar #jesminda #acotar jesminda #andras #i wanted to do more but then my computer was in repairs over the weekend and then i hurt my drawing hand >_>#i just want him to be loved and appreciated by all

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achaotichuman · 5 months

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Hello everyone, I am A Chaotic Human, or Asher, this is my fanatic blog dedicated to Acotar. My pronouns are He/Him/His. My side-blog is @achaotichuman2-0

This account is Pro-Palestine, call for a permanent ceasefire in Palestine. Free the lands that have been occupied for 75+ years.

Most of my posts are my stupid little headcanons for Acotar and my one-shots/fanfictions. I'll also rant quite a bit on here about the general BS in Acotar. If you are a Rhysand stan, do not interact, because this is no Rhysand safe space, though I do write Tamlin/Rhysand, but that is usually in regard to Rhysand and Tamlin having had a past relationship, or I write Rhysand in my honey-eyed fanon version.

If you want some quality Tamlin content, complete with Tamcien, Tamsand, and whatever else you want me to write, this is the place to be. If you have any prompts about Acotar you want me to write, or you just wanna chat, just shoot me an ask or a direct message! Note- Prompts can take anywhere from a month to longer for me to write, sometimes longer, cause work, school, life and stuff.

Works on Ao3-

A Court of Song and Desolation-

The Spring Court is in ruins, and Tamlin lives with the ghostly memories that haunt his broken, forgotten manor. Lucien cannot and will not stand for the idea of leaving him there to rot. After bringing Tamlin to the mortal lands, they begin to unveil a darkness that is targeting the Spring Lord and may rewrite their way of life as they know it.

-Not completed. Set to have 70 chapters. Includes, Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra, Azriel/Eris Vanserra, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian.

How Nesta Archeron Learned to Trap A Beast-

Nesta leaves the Night Court for the Mortal Lands after they attempt to trap her with the male she loathes. After travelling through Summer, she finds the Spring Court and is determined to make it through to her old home. Tamlin is on the brink of ending it, but when the eldest Archeron sister comes marching through his lands, he finds a new reason to keep going.

-Not completed. Set to have 6 chapters. Includes, Nesta Archeron/Tamlin.

The Dog Days Are Over-

A gift for @shi-daisy for writing the beautiful A Court of Threads & Daises. The Spring festival is upon the Ambrose family. Joy and celebration is in the air, but this festival is a little different to any other. Amarantha is no longer looming on the lands and the people are free to celebrate as they wish, they are no longer weighed down by her sadistic hand, or by a curse. The dog days are over.

-Completed. 1 chapter. Includes the original ships of A Court of Threads and Daises.

A Game Never Worth Playing-

Their mating bond has been ignored for too long and Eris is finally and fully fed up with it. He marches into Spring and demands that Tamlin finally make a decision.

-Completed. 2 chapters. Includes Tamlin/Eris Vanserra.

Melodies In The Dark-

A snippet of what occurred UTM before Feyre came back to save Prythian. Tamlin misses the sun, when he sees Lucien again for the first time in weeks, he realizes his sun was Under the Mountain with him all along.

-Completed. 1 chapter. Includes Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra, Tamlin/Rhysand.

The One True High Lord

Even after everyone expected Nesta Archeron, the eldest of the Night Court Heirs would take the throne, Feyre Acheron has been chosen by the Cauldron. With her new precarious position, and resistance against women in power in the Night Court, Feyre decides to ask an old friend to turn her male. Now High Lord of the Night Court. Feyre explores the ins and outs of ruling and finds drama waiting for her in the hands of a beautiful stranger.

This was based of Tumblr Prompt but I turned into an AU

-Not completed. Set to have 4 chapter. Includes Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Morrigan, Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra.

Citrus Tears, Sour Souls

I went on an angst kick and uploaded some angsty oneshots to Tumblr, this is them collected on Ao3.

-Not completed. Includes Lucien/Elain Archeron, Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra, Eris Vanserra & The Lady of the Autumn Court.

A Field Of Dahlias

Finally free of the Mountain and Amarantha's grip on the people. The Spring Court is scrambling to get back to normal. With their wedding not far away, Tamlin is struggling to keep his Court from falling into disarray. When he starts to get sick things begin to take a turn for the worse and worser.

When Feyre is taken by the Lord of Night, it doesn't look like anything it can get any worse. With his life experience Tamlin should know that things can always get worse.

-Not completed. Set to have 5 chapters. Includes Feyre Archeron/Tamlin, Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra, Ianthe/Elain Archeron, Nesta Archeron/Eris Vanserra.

Heaven Help A Fool Who Falls In Love

Tamlin mumbled something too quiet for Lucien to catch, the Fox chuckled, and pressed his forehead to Tamlin’s, “What was that, pretty boy?”

Tamlin breathed a laugh, “Pretty boy?”

Lucien bit down on his lip, trying to contain his grin, he was unsuccessful, “Yes, pretty boy.”

“Okay, handsome man.” Tamlin replied.

Tamlin gets sick, and Lucien takes care of him.

-Completed. 1 chapter. Includes Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra.

Tumblr Oneshots-

Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra-

Hallow's eve is upon Prythian. But what Court has the best scares? Autumn or Spring. Lucien is the judge and Tamlin is determined to win.

Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra-

When Tamlin is fighting his magic, and Lucien takes care of him.

Tamlin/Rhysand-

Rhysand pushes Tamlin too far at a ball. Tamlin finally snaps and gives him what he deserves.

Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra-

Modern!Au, Lucien has a motorcycle, he gives his boyfriend a ride. Tamlin is in love.

Tamlin/Rhysand & Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra-

Rhysand is still hung over Tamlin even centuries after their fallout. Lucien isn't letting him anywhere near his High lord.

Tamlin/Rhysand-

Rhysand blames Tamlin, but who's left to blame if Tamlin isn't there?

Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra & Elain Archeron/Gwyneth Berdara-

Lucien is drawing further and further away from Elain. Elain wants to know why.

Tamlin/Rhysand-

Tamlin finally gives Rhysand a reality check, so naturally Rhysand does the next logical thing, and attempts to court him.

Tamlin Oneshot-

Tamlin is stuck in a time loop of reliving his life over and over. An old friend comes to lead him into the afterlife. Tamlin finally lets himself go with her.

Tamlin/Rhysand-

Rhysand meets a beautiful female at a ball in the Hewn City. She runs away before he can get her name. He is still in love a year later, and finally meets her again, but who was she really...

Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra-

Lucien loves reading. He can't anymore because the clicking of his metal eye drives him insane. Tamlin decides to step in and help.

Tamlin & Jesminda

Jesminda is simply trying to enjoy a beautiful day, then, because the Gods apparently hate her, a problem falls from the sky and into her life.

Five times Lucien Vanserra proposed to Tamlin, one time Tamlin said yes

Exactly what the title says, five times Tamlin rejected Lucien's proposal, one time he accepted.

A rewrite of Feyre’s death Under the Mountain.

Feyre awakening from her near death experience in a slightly more realistic manner.

Thunderstorms- Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra

Lucien is afraid of thunderstorms; Tamlin helps him through one. Or Tamcien fluff.

Eris Vanserra

Eris' home has never been a safe place; or Eris Vanserra angst.

The Mother's Least Favourite Son

Elain decides to reject the mating bond, and what Lucien becomes after.

Worthless Man

Tamlin is difficult to understand, even harder to love.

The Last Time He Cried

Finding peace in the after world- A continuation of The Mother's Least Favourite Son, but you do not need to read it to understand this one.

Eris Vanserra

Eris has a not good, very bad, horrible day.

Tamlin Week 2024

This is the list of my oneshots for Tamlin Week 2024, I decided to make them their own section with links to both the Tumblr post and Ao3 work for them!

Day1- Kidnapped By The Faery Queen

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It was a terrible decision, as then the wolves pounced.

Tamlin tried to duck down, screaming. Hoping someone equally as stupid as him had come out here during the night, hopefully with an axe or a mace. A large claw descended on him, and Tamlin screamed again as it slashed his abdomen. Blood poured from his stomach. Soaking his clothes. The four were on him, a pile of raw flesh for the taking. There was nothing he could do as he felt teeth sink into his arm, preparing to pierce flesh.

Then a roar more powerful than any of the snarling wolves shattered the night sky.

The large furred heads of the wolves jutted up, ears falling back, completely flat. The roar echoed again, similar to a snarled warning. They began to whimper and whine.

Then it appeared, and Tamlin felt all the blood drain from his face.

A character reversal AU, where Tamlin is mortal and in Feyre's position. And Feyre is the High Lady of Spring who needs a human to break her curse.

Day2- The Ghost Of The One That Got Away

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“Well?” Rhysand asked.

“Well…?” Tamlin repeated.

“You said you needed to practise for your performance. So,” Rhysand leaned back on the heels of his hands, “Practice.”

Confusion lined Tamlin’s soft golden features. He tilted his head ever so slightly, “What?”

Nodding his head once more to the instrument in Tamlin’s hands, Rhysand repeated, “Practise for me.”

“I- Are you sure?” Tamlin seemed to clutch the fiddle closer to him, “It’s not all that good, I-”

“Tamlin.” Rhysand’s voice lowered in pitch, “I want to hear you play.”

Rhysand walks in on Tamlin practicing for a performance. What happened after... well who was to blame him for falling in love on the spot?

Day3- Hedonism

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Lucien whispered, “I hate that I couldn’t make it all stop. I hate that I couldn’t help you.”

“I hate that I made it so hard for you.” Tamlin murmured back, “I hate that in the end you even stopped yelling at me. You used to do that everyday.”

For once, a smile slipped over Lucien’s face. One pure and real and genuine.

“We haven’t lost it all.” Lucien said, sitting back down, “We aren’t all gone.”

“What else can we do?” Tamlin asked.

Lucien didn’t respond as he took another shot. Tamlin followed suit. As he did his head spun and the light in his eyes swam.

Then he felt a pair of hot hands on his shoulders, making him turn to face Lucien. The male seemed closer than before. As if he had moved his chair across to be nearer.

“I remember your hair.” Lucien whispered into the space between them, “I remember how much you liked me brushing it, or braiding it, or weaving flowers into it.”

Tamlin has never been good with words. Much less relationships, of any kind at all.

He doesn't know how to fix this; he doesn't know if there's any possibility of this being fixed.

But he has to try, for the man that is everything he's ever needed. He will try.

Day4- Mama's Boy

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“Is it the same rock for every High lord?” Lucien asked. Tamlin groaned loudly and Alis had to step away, lest her snickering led her to messing the paint up. Not that it would be perfect for very long tonight.

“Yes, Lucien.” Tamlin answered.

“Gods.” The fox murmured, “How was that the first time? I don’t think I could fuck in the exact same place I knew my father did.” As he said the words, Lucien visibly shuddered at the thought. To which Andras cackled.

But Tamlin didn’t laugh, stuck on what Lucien said to laugh.

How was that the first time?

On the evening of Calanmai, Tamlin remembers the first time he ever performed the ritual.

Day5- Marry Me

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As the music in the air swirled and the people began to dance a heartbeat quicker, Tamlin looked over at Lucien. All beauty and dashing, charming face with sweet eyes, a soft flicker in that burning amber. His gaze sweeping over the work that had been made up for him.

Tamlin cleared his throat and Lucien looked back at him. Holding out his hand, the High lord asked, “My Lord, may I have this dance?”

Slowly, the softest smile that the male could have ever bestowed to him appeared on Lucien’s face. He took his hand gracefully, murmuring, “You may.”

With what he was sure was the same smile echoed on his own features, Tamlin swept Lucien onto the dancefloor. And all of a sudden, it was just them in the world.

Tamlin has been wanting to marry Lucien for two years. Now he finally decides to propose.

Hopefully everything goes smoothly.

Day6- How Easy It Is To Worship You

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Lucien shifted, he leaned on his elbow, so he could see over at Tamlin’s face. He started running his fingers through Tamlin’s curls, “Do what?”

“Why…” Tamlin squeezed his eyes shut, “Why do you keep trying to take care of me? Why do you keep trying to love me?”

To Tamlin’s surprise Lucien chuckled, “there's no ‘trying’. I love you, and I want to take care of you. It's as simple as that.”

Tamlin manoeuvred himself so he was laying flat on his back and staring up at Lucien. He tried to search his face for insincerity but only found a look of pure unfiltered love.

“Why? Why do you love me? I’ve never given you a reason to.” Tamlin stared into those deep never-ending amber flames, as his words poured out of his throat. Some kind of dam breaking.

“Tamlin-”

Tamlin has a nightmare, reimagining his past and his mistakes. Lucien comforts him, and helps him through his negative spiral.

And here is a list of other Pro Tamlin creators and their fiction if you are interested in reading from others but don't know where to start!

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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🤷🤷I just see friendship 🤷🤷

"Vassa is like Jesminda!"

Jesminda had been all laughter and mischief, too wild and free to be contained by the country life that she’d been born into.

Only a few years older than me, but … young-feeling. Coltish. Fierce and untamed, despite her curse.

I think some feel "wild and free" is comparable to "fierce and untamed" but Lucien describes Jesminda as laughter and mischief, which is playful. Feyre's opinion of Vassa reads as a strong, bold warrior, untamed in a feral sort of way rather than a full of life sort of way.

A cruel smile curved Vassa’s mouth.

“We shall discuss this later,” she declared. “Along with the threat my fellow queens pose.”

Either she didn’t know or didn’t care that I was also a queen in my right. Nesta smirked. “Good luck with that.”

Vassa rolled her eyes

(Do those things sound like the way Lucien described Jesminda?)

Lucien, surprisingly, was chuckling, his shoulders loose and his head angled while he listened.

Lucien is a very compassionate friend and enjoys having fun. His reaction to Vassa is not special to Vassa and he's canonically observant and a good listener in general. Which we'd seen plenty of throughout the series. The only reason it's been missing from his character as of late is because of his current situation, having been uncomfortable in the NC, SA and chased out of Spring.

But Lucien grinned at me. “Much better.”

A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle’s contents and chuckling with a muttered “Brushed.”

Lucien remained sitting on the blanket and lifted the bottle of wine in salute. He took a slug from it as he sprawled on his back and gazed at the green canopy.

Lucien smirked. “Apologies, Feyre.”

A valiant effort,” Lucien said with a smirk.

“Ah.” Lucien chuckled. “Well, Tam’s not the only one who gets to perform the rite tonight. Once he makes his choice, we’re free to mingle

“I see,” I lied, not quite seeing at all. Lucien chuckled, sensing it, and I glared sidelong at him.

The look he gave me was more contemplative than any he’d given me before. “I know far too many High Fae and lesser faeries who wouldn’t have seen it that way—or bothered.” He reached for something at his side and tossed it to me. I had to fight to stay in the saddle as I fumbled for it—a jeweled hunting knife.

Lucien gave a slight nod and leaned back in his chair—to listen, to observe.

Tamlin didn’t take his eyes off me as he said to Lucien, “Get. Out.” There was enough violence in the words that neither Lucien nor I objected this time as he slipped from the room and shut the double doors behind him. I speared my power into the hall, sensing him sitting on the foot of the stairs. Listening.

And when I grew bored with studying and fighting … I learned what I could of the land from its people. Learned about the people, too.”

of all the sounds that Lucien so carefully sorted through while he kept watch. His attention slid to me at one point and lingered. I dreamed that he removed his cloak and added it over my blanket.

Lucien squeezed our linked arms as we rounded a hedge

Lucien loosed a heavy sigh and slid an arm around my waist, the other threading through my hair to cradle my head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.” He held me, stroking soothing lines down my back. / I peered into his concerned face.

“I have an old friend at the Dawn Court. She’s skilled at tinkering—blending magic and machinery. Tamlin got her to craft it for me at great risk.” A hateful smile from Jurian. “Does your little mate have a rival?” (<- note how anytime Lucien shows respect for females someone assumes it's something more than it is?).

Not to mention, Lucien and Feyre's friendship will probably never be what it once was, what with them belonging to different courts. Whereas SJM gave Feyre her Mate in Rhys, she also gave her male friendships in Cassian and Az. Lucien has lost Tamlins friendship and Feyre's to some extent so his getting along with Vassa seems to be SJM setting up a new group of friends to carry his story forward, male and female alike. It's important for him to develop a support system with friends (i.e. Vassa and Jurian) before he develops a romantic relationship with someone.

She had teased him, taunted him—seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn’t wanted anything but her.

He’s voluntarily living with them these days, and not just as an emissary. As their friend.”

Vassa rolled her eyes, then looked to Lucien, who sank onto the sofa beside Jurian. Like the Fae male had settled similar arguments between them before. But Lucien’s attention was upon Cassian.

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

I don't know about you but it doesn't sound like Vassa has convinced Lucien he doesn't want anything but her.

Also.... Vassa wants to be in the Day Court, living with the Fae? Because she's cursed during the day?

A once-proud queen—still proud, yes, but desperate to reclaim her freedom. Her human body. Her kingdom.

Both trying to lead the humans who occupied the sliver of land at the southernmost end of Prythian. Left ungoverned for so long. Too long. No king or queen remained in these lands. No memory of their name, their lineage.

“Vassa and Jurian are two sides of the same coin. Mercifully, their vision for the future of the human territories is mostly aligned.

Where are there any hints that she's interested in ruling over the Fae? That she plans on abandoning the humans?

Why are people so certain Lucien will be the one to break her curse? Do they think his abilities will trump that of Helion? Or is it possible that it's not a spell which can be broken by Feyre, Helion OR Lucien?

“Can you break my curse?” “I—I don’t know how to break those kinds of spells,” I admitted. Her face fell. I added, “But … we can try.”

I’d never seen such spell work. I’d sent my power over her, Helion too, hunting for any possible threads to unbind it. I found none. It was as if the curse was woven into her very blood.

It sounds like Lucien isn't the key to breaking Vassa's curse at all. My money's on Elain but, that's a whole different theory.

"But Lucien blushed over Vassa!"

Did he though?

“You sound like an acolyte.” Lucien blushed, glancing at Elain.

Is it not possible that Lucien is blushing because he's embarrassed that Feyre is reading into the friendly respect he has for Vassa in front of HIS MATE? Someone who canonically shows respect for females? As we've seen Lucien do time and again? (“I gathered that much after you took on Dagdan and walked away from it.” “I had the element of surprise on my side.” “No,” Lucien said quietly as I reached for a foothold in the next boulder. “That was all you.) Instead, people believe that he's blushing because he developed a crush on someone he only just met after rescuing her from her imprisonment? As they marched to war? While getting to know his Mates father? 🤔

Let's not forget Feyre blushing for Az:

A shake of the head. “You’re an artist—it was your attention to detail.” I blushed a bit at the compliment, and braced my hands on my hips. “Well? Do we jump into the skies?”

Blushing does not always indicate romance and there are other examples of this throughout the series.

The fact is, there is only one female Lucien responds to in a way he's never responded to any other female, one female he longs for regardless of being around other females (despite living with Vassa for a year). Only one who is "the most beautiful female he'd ever seen" which makes him feel guilty because he once thought the same of Jesminda, yet another female has now been given that title.

Why would someone even want Vassa to be with a male who has thought / felt the exact same things that both Rhysand and Cassian thought / felt for their mates?

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #anti vassien #vassa acotar #elain and lucien #jesminda #lucien vanserra

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