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acourtofthought · 1 month
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"Elain doesn't want Lucien"
My sweet summer child.
Everybody in the ACOTAR series wants Lucien.
She's just the one who is most terrified of that realization.
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stargirlie25 · 2 months
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Nesta and Lucien humbling Feyre with less than 5 words
Feyre continued, “All you have done is help yourself to our money.”
“Your mate’s money.”
Not feeling very festive at all, I said sharply, 'That you now feel more comfortable with humans than with the High Fae. If you ask me—' 
'I’m not.' 
They a baddie they know they a ✨10✨
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silly--fangirl · 10 days
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i imagine lucien has a warm voice. i can't really explain it, but it just makes sense for his voice to be like bathing in the sun or sitting near a fireplace after a cold day.
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✨✨Friendly Reminder✨✨
Lucien NEVER screamed at Elain that she is his mate.
The way y’all have to mischaracterize and lie about Lucien to help bolsters your little ewriel narrative is kinda telling.
Along with him having NO part in the girls kidnapping he also did not SCREAM at Elain during a traumatic moment.
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I’m curious, what in this passage says he screamed at her? Cause I thought a whisper was the opposite but maybe I’m missing some super secret information y’all seem to have.
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Let’s drop the false narratives okay? The book is right fucking there! The CANON text is RIGHT there. But y’all still choose to run with this shit. And you wonder why we think you don’t read the books or have horrible reading comprehension. Y’all do it to yourselves at this point.
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chewiescorner · 8 days
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On Elain
You are "pro-elain" because you have a flat perception of her character that is shrouded in purity culture. You treat her like a self-insert feminine entity to wipe away a dark, tortured Azriel of his sins. The same Azriel that only lusts after her and desires her because a) she's the prettiest of the Archerons and b) he will NEVER be able to "have" her.
I'm pro-elain because I want better for her and I recognize that the IC is dogshit - they do not care about Elain or see her true potential. You know who does though? Her mate. Her equal. The person she's spiritually most alike and connected to. Another youngest sibling who is neglected by his family and the world, who has lost someone they thought was their "true love", who shares Elain's qualities of boundless kindess and tactful diplomacy. He was the ONLY one to go on a deadly mission on pure faith that Elain's visions were true. Elain, who is "loyal like a dog" (according to Nesta), deserves someone equally loyal back.
We are not the same. Miss me with that bullshit PLEASE-
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starsreminisce · 3 months
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Wouldn't it be adorable if it turned out that Cassian had always desired friendship with Lucien but struggled to initiate it?
Cassian knew his last name, was aware of Jesminda, acknowledged his handsomeness and impeccable attire. Offering weapons from his personal stash to Lucien and even betting on his attendance for SAF solstice, Cassian seemed to make attempts.
Lucien, in turn, advised him to drop the brute act, indicating he knew Cassian wasn't always like that. Cassian keenly observed the micro-interactions between Lucien and Elain. I wonder if both of them argued against Rhys on the sports team or if they occasionally sparred verbally.
Grinning at Feyre, they both assured her, “we don't bite,” suggesting perhaps they aren't that different in personality after all.
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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months
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“My apologies, lady. I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary. Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.” “We’re not going to bite.” Lucien’s white teeth gleamed in a way that suggested otherwise. “If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” “So there’s singing and dancing and excessive drinking,” Lucien chimed in, falling into step beside me. “And dallying,” he added with a wicked grin. Lucien was crouched over me, frowning. “I couldn’t heal you completely—they would know someone helped you. The bruises are there, along with a hideous black eye, but … all the swelling’s gone.” “And my nose?” I said, feeling it before he answered. “Fixed—as pert and pretty as before.” He smirked at me. “Her name, Emissary?” Amarantha asked of Lucien. But Lucien only glanced at Tamlin before closing his eyes and squaring his shoulders.
Feyre: *falls for Tamlin and Rhysand* Me: 👁️👄👁️
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the-moon-on-a-string · 3 months
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Me and Mor just got into a fight and she stormed off saying "i fucked your dad!!"
why is she interested in beron? girlie has such bad taste 💀
no srsly tho, like girl if you didn't like Eris, trust me Beron's not gonna be better
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surielstea · 2 months
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Heart Shaped Marks
Valentine's Day special
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Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x Fem!reader
Summary: Lucien and Reader celebrate
Valentine's Day together
Warnings: 18+ minors dni | cursing | oral sex (f receiving) | use of pet names (sunshine, my sweet) | sub!Reader | softdom!Lucien | Lucien having elite head game | spitting (?)
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A/N: This is pretty tame for smut but I honestly don't think Lucien is freaky like that LMFAO hope it's still enjoyable <33
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I was seated on my couch, a smutty novel between my hands as I flipped through the pages with a flush across my cheeks. Lucien strolled into the sitting room, a low whistle emitting from his lips, signifying his arrival. I continued to read, trying not to send waves of arousal through the bold we shared. The only way to do so was to block him out.
He stopped mid step and stared at me, his golden eye whirring in on me and I froze. His eye could see through glamours and spells, it's not like he could read the words on the page from such a distance. "What?" I utter shyly, closing the book halfway but not daring to lose my place in the heated chapter. "You blocked me out." A frown forms on his lips as a warm beam of sunlight lingers along the edge of my obsidian shields.
"I'm trying to read." I shrug, attempting to use that as an excuse. His gaze lingers on me and I give him a reassuring smile. "Okay," He rocks on his heels slightly. "I won't bother you." He hummed sarcastically, passing past the couch and aiming towards the kitchen. I release a long sigh and open my book back up, returning to the filthy pages.
I only make it a few pages until I'm startled out of my mind. "Oh?" My mate hums right beside my ear and I jump, slamming the book closed. I look back at him wide eyed and he gives me a foxlike smirk before snatching the novel from my hands. "Lucien!" I jump from the couch, running around the side of it in order to get the worn paperback. But he's already got the pages open, and that smirk turns into a much more sinister smile. I lunge for it but he lifts it above his head with a chuckle. I jump, reaching for it but there's no use.
"His large hand travels down, lower," He begins to read it aloud and my blush doubles over. I decide jumping won't do me any good so I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his torso. "When his thick fingers finally reach my most sensitive area I can't help but moan—" He chuckles. "Lucien!" I thwack his shoulder but he doesn't seem to care.
Even if he didn't want me to get my hands on the book he still uses his free arm to support my weight as I continue to climb him like some kind of tree. "Pleads reverberate from my lips as he circles my entrance," He continues and I manage to pull his arm down, grabbing the book and yanking it out of his grasp.
He looks at me with a smug smile as I scowl at him. His other hand comes under my thigh, continuing to carry me. "I wasn't done reading that." He teases and I reply with a nasty glare, throwing the book down onto the couch. "Neither was I." My words are spat like an insult and he can't help but chuckle. "Are you truly so needy that you need to read something like that?" His taunt only makes me more annoyed. "You could've just come to our bedroom I would've happily—" I quickly press a hand over his mouth. "Silver tongued bastard." I grumble as I pull my hand away. "Awe don't insult when my silver tongue has brought you pleasure more times than you can count." He hums and my body flushes hot.
"Do you know what today is in the human lands?" He asks, quickly switching the topics, while waltzing into the dining room, I was still cradled in his arms. "You spend too much time over the wall." I shake my head as he placed me down onto the dinner table. "It's Valentine's Day." He answers anyways, hands planted on either side of my hips. My brows twitch together, utterly perplexed. "What's a Valentine?" I murmur, confusion lacing my voice.
"Some dead guy." He shrugs and a giggle threatens to slip from my lips. "And this is a holiday?" I tilt my head and he nods. "The humans don't really care about where it originated from, it's a celebration of love." He explains and I think I'm starting to understand. "So like a mating ceremony?" I crease my brows. "No that's more of a wedding... it's essentially a day to get your significant other a gift to show appreciation." Lucien expressed, my hands coming up to the sides of his face as he spoke. "Well, I would've got you a gift if I had known." My confusion still lingered but it mostly made sense. "Gifts don't always have to be physical." He dropped down to his knees. Oh.
"Let me in." He coerced, his lips brushing against the middle of my inner thigh. I knew he was talking about the bond, so I dropped my shields and put my arousal on a pedestal under the spotlight— or rather his sunlight. He grinned as the waves of need washed over him, the feel of his lips on my thigh had me gripping the wood of the table beneath me.
"This okay?" He asks as he lifts both my legs to rest atop his shoulders, making me lean back on my palms. I nod, biting my bottom lip. "I need words, sunshine." His voice is soft and I muster up the courage to look down at him, two of his fingers dipping into my waist band, his eyes looking up at me like a lost puppy.
"Please," I sigh out. "I need you, Lucien." There's a slight quiver beneath my tone and it seems to snap whatever restraint he has himself tied to. My breath hitched as fire catches on my shorts, resulting in burning the material away but only the material. "I'll buy you a new pair." He reassures as he continues to kiss up my inner thigh. I nod, my eyes fluttering shut as he begins sucking on the bare skin of my thigh, leaving marks and a trail of his saliva. He releases the area with a pop and I'm relieved for a moment before he's attacking it again, in the same exact area from a different angle. He laves at the area with his warm tongue, soothing the new mark forming so close to my most desired area.
I look down at him again, only to see that when he pulls away he's left a heart shaped love bite right there on my bare skin. My nails dig into the table as he looks up at me, a proud glint in his eye, as if he's claimed this part of me. "Inside." The beg falls from my lips without thinking and a feline grin curves his lips. "Which part of me would you like inside of you my sweet?" His breath fans over the damp spot staining my underwear, the feeling making me tighten my legs around his head in doing so I'm pulling him closer to the apex of my thighs.
"Your tongue." I utter and something in his expression morphs into something primal, like a beast needing to consume whatever he can get his mouth on. "Yeah?" He slide two fingers into my panties, painstakingly slow as he pulls them down. I nod with a desperate fervor, clenching around nothing as he finally burns away my constricting garments, the only shield between my core and his mouth.
"You're soaked." He hummed and I released a small whine, needy for his lips against me. He presses a soft kiss just above my cunt, then leisurely swipes his tongue all the way down my folds, taking his sweet time as he savored the flavor that lingered in his mouth. He dragged his hot tongue back up and I released a soft moan when he brushed along my clit.
"More," | mumble beneath pants. Sighs escape me as he does as told, spitting saliva down onto my slit, watching as it slides down towards my entrance. He looks back up to me with lowered eyes, then attaching his lips around my most sensitive area and beginning to suck. And suck hard. I let out a long mewl, my head tilting back as he gave kitten licks to the area. "Feels good," | hum through my discombobulated thoughts. At the lewd sound he nips at my clit and I give out a scream, tightening my legs around his neck. He didn't seem to mind the way he was being shoved into my pussy.
Hands slither up the sides of my torso before descending down to the curve of my ass. "Look at me." He grips the plush skin as he growls the words. I breathe heavily and manage to lift my head up, then look down at him. My mate on his knees as he attacks my dripping sex. He pulls me to the edge of the table, traveling away from my clit and going straight to my entrance, save for the few times he dragged the flat of his tongue through my clenching folds, lathering all the release right into his craving mouth. And I watch all of it.
"Lucien, please." Whines tumble out of me as he circles my clamping entrance with the tip of his pleasurable tongue. Tears well in my eyes and when he notices this his leash snaps, he grips my hips and plunges his skilled muscle into me. I cry out at the feeling, but I keep looking at him. Staring as he ravaged me like a starved animal. He didn't relent for even a second and the way he flicked his tongue inside of me had me wailing. "How are you so, good at that?" It was less of a question and more of me marveling over how damned talented he was at eating me out.
My hand leaves its indent from the wood and I weave it into his auburn locks, tugging at them as his nose rubs at my overstimulated clit. I moan his name like he's my god, pushing him deeper and deeper as he licks up my walls. I grind up into his face and he hums, the vibration of his baritone voice pushing me closer to that edge. I pull at his long hair, fisting it between my fingers but he doesn't dare stop the ministrations that have me crying out for him.
I grind up again, his nose digging into that same sensitive spot. His tongue toys with the bundle of nerves nestled deep inside of me. He doesn't ease, continuing to attack that spot with a need I recognize. "I—" Speaking is foreign as he curves his tongue at a perfect angle, having me barrel towards that point of pleasure. "I'm gonna," Is all I can say before my eyes are clamping shut and the tight knot inside of me nears snapping.
"Look at me." He repeats. "I want to see those pretty eyes when you cum on my tongue." He commands through the bond, not daring to pull away if even to order something of me. I pant as I manage to open my eyes, looking down at him. The bottom half of his face covered in my slick, the sight alone was so arousing it shoved me right into my release.
I ground my hips up weakly before I had a euphoric sensation running up my spine, my legs shaking as I climax around his tongue. It's his name on my lips when I reach that orgasmic moment. He gently guides me through the high, removing his tongue from my entrance but softly lapping at my dripping pussy. "Fuck," I groan out, brows creasing as he removes himself from between my legs. "You taste like honey." He sighs out, breath hitting my satisfied cunt. I blink bleary eyed, watching as he licked the remaining slick from his lips.
I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him up, bringing him to my mouth where I can taste myself on him, he wraps his strong arms around me as I pull him impossibly closer. I feel his member against my navel, hard and ready. My breath hitched as he ground into me, the feeling making a pathetic groan slip from his lips. I grin, deciding it's my turn to gift him something.
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mrs-shadowsinger04 · 1 year
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I wanna see lucien get angry so bad, ugh he's so hot.
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moonlightazriel · 4 months
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Family habits /// A Elucien Fic
Summary: Lucien introduces Elain to his favorite solstice tradition.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 931
Notes: HEHEHEHEH guess who decided to write a Elucien gift just for you? This fic is a tiny Christmas gift for @fieldofdaisiies, it’s the least I can do for her after all she helped me go through. She is such a good friend, I love her really much. Everyone should have a friend like her. I really hope you like it.
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The art used here do not belong to me, it belongs to Meabhd but I couldn’t find their social media to tag.
Solstice morning came, bringing a chill to Lucien’s spine. He got out of bed, on the tip of his toes as he walked to the kitchen, slowly pulling out the ingredients to prepare a chamomile tea and some pancakes. Elain’s favourite breakfast.
The sweet scent filled her nostrils, making her scrunch her eyebrows together as she opened her eyes. Lucien wasn’t in the room, so she followed the scent, finding her mate shirtless pacing around in the kitchen. Flipping pancakes and pouring tea on her mug.
“Good morning, handsome.” She greeted, making him turn to her, a few loose strands escaping the low bun he had made to keep his hair out of his eyes. He smiled at her.
“Morning, my sunflower.” He placed the mug and the pancakes in front of her, she happily sipped, moaning in delight.
“What are the plans for today?” She asked as Lucien sat in front of her, eating his own breakfast.
“I can’t tell yet, but dress warmly.” He winked, making the bubble with excitement and curiosity.
An hour later Elain was getting her gloves, a knitted hat gifted by his mom covering her head, a scarf matching her brown coat, cotton pants and high boots.
“You look beautiful, my love.” He greeted, wearing pretty much the same clothes as her, but his hands held a ribbon. “Now turn around.” He demanded.
Elain happily did so, the soft ribbon and his warm fingers brushed the sides of her face, and she felt herself go blind, the ribbon obstructing her vision.
“Now we are ready to go.” He whispered in her ear, grabbing her hand and winnowing away.
⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
Cold, that was the only thing she could tell about the place they were, winds roared, whipping her hair around, but she trusted him, trusted him with all she had. But curiosity was bigger than trust, forcing her to try and peek just a little.
She didn’t have to wait much longer as Lucien removed the ribbon, and she let the light set in. They were in a valley between snow covered mountains. Standing on the shore of a frozen lake, only the two of them were there. The place was beautiful.
“When I was a kid, solstice mornings meant sneaking out to Winter Court.” He reached for the bag she didn’t notice he was carrying. “Eris would get all of us here, so we could spend the morning together, without Beron’s grip on our throats.”
Lucien pulled out two pairs of ice skates, Elain looked at it even more curious than before.
“He taught us how to do it, it was our moment of freedom and happiness. Where my brothers could be themselves, without having to pretend.” He extended her hand, kneeling in front of her as she sat on a log, removing her boots. He helped her get into the ice skates, tying it for her.
He sat by her side, tying his own pairs, Elain was nervous, she never done that before but she wanted to try, it felt like a beautiful tradition.
“After playing for hours, he would sit us here, and we would share the cinnamon rolls he stole from the kitchen, and drink hot coffee.” Lucien got up, slowly sliding along the lake.
He moved graciously, a leaf going with the wind, he looked beautiful. His red hair flying behind him as he moved with his arms open, eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. Memories flooded his head and he let himself sink on them for a bit.
His eye opened, and he saw Elain watching him. He slid close to her, extending her arms for her. Elain slowly grabs, trying to get up on uncertain legs. Her whole body was shaking with both excitement and anxiety, afraid of falling.
“Please, Lucien. Don’t let me fall.” She begged as they went further closer to the center of the lake.
“I will never let you fall.” His voice was serious and Elain smiled happily, he never once let her fall, and he wasn’t about to start doing it now.
They soared over that lake, sliding around to the sound of the wind, Elain felt her heart swell with happiness, Lucien sharing his childhood with her meant a lot. Once she felt confident enough, she started to go on her own, but he always went close to her.
Hours passed by, and she loved every second of it. Lucien guided her back to the shore, and they sat there, watching nature and sharing cinnamon rolls and a mug of coffee.
“I can’t wait to share this with our children one day.” He blurted and she blushed, the thought of having kids with him always made her all red and giggly.
“I’m sure they will love it.” She reassured him. “I did.”
“You did?” He leaned closer to her.
“Thank you for sharing this with me.” She leaned more, closing the gap, his lips tasted like icing and coffee beans.
“Maybe we can do that again? Same time next year?” He suggested with a tint of hope lacing his features.
“Maybe we should invite your brothers, it’s a beautiful tradition to have, you should keep doing it.” He smiled at her.
“My beautiful mate, always with the best ideas. I love you so much.” He squeezed her hand.
“I love you even more, my sunshine.” She replied and Lucien blushed at the nickname. “Can we go again?” She inquired.
“The whole day, if you want to.” He got up, pulling her with him and going back to the lake.
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acourtofthought · 3 months
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This scene leading Az stans to go crazy:
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But this came first:
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I'm giving this one to Lucien.
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There is evidence of Lucien doing so many things before Az, "I'm getting my mate back", Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden" yet for some reason Az is treated as if he did something original in these scenarios. Lucien saying things that are oddly similar to the scenes Az is glorified for yet Lucien said them first and his character is dragged by E/riels.
Truth be told, Az is kind of looking like a watered down version of Lucien at times.
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tangerinecherrygal · 2 months
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my headcanon is that lucien has wavy hair that he spends hours styling so that it falls just right but pretends that he wakes up like that.
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silly--fangirl · 26 days
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vanserra brothers: *exist on page*
me: I WISH I WAS YOUR GIRL, I WISH I WAS YOUR GIRL, I WISH I WAS YOUR GIRL AHHHHH
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stargirlie25 · 2 months
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Elucien
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starsreminisce · 4 months
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I lifted my head from his sculpted chest at last, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders as I peered into his concerned face. I took deep, heaving breaths, my brows knotting and mouth parting as I—
Feyre, my dear, yoURE PRETENDING. YOU DIDNT HAVE TO GO THAT HARD DESCRIBING LUCIEN’S BODY
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