@lucienweek Day 6: Romance & Ships
Thank you @brielyasmin for bringing my vision of Elucien in the Day Court to life. This is such a tender scene. I pictured the couple taking a moment for themselves away from the crowd.
This is so beautiful. I love it so much. Thank you @brielyasmin!
Sharing with proper credit is allowed but please do not repost. Thank you and happy Lucien Week!
Ask and you shall receive (with no pressure obviously)! I can't not send 44. "Say that again to my face and see if I like it." for Elucien
I tried so hard to make this smutty and it was always too stilted. I'm going to blame my lingering cold for that.
44- Say that again to my face and see if I like it
[please send no more prompts, i have so many]
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Lucien was at his wits end. Three years of tense, awkward silence had convinced him he didn’t want to visit his mate anymore. Elain sat rigid, eyes picking a place on the wall behind him. He’d give it to her–she was incredibly good at keeping her focus. Lucien had been sitting in that chair across the room for the full hour just to annoy her. He could see the color rising on her cheeks with each tick of the clock. She was used to wasting ten minutes tops before he made some excuse to slip away.
Small and quick Elain portrait🌸 I‘m loving the not fully clean lineart style for these doodles.
my darling looks so good!
Is there anything better than Lucien catching a fish with his bare hands?
Perhaps... Lucien teaching Elain to catch a fish with her bare hands?
Lucien has been living rent-free in my brain for the last week thanks to the insane amount of INCREDIBLE fanart, and I hope I did his sassy ass justice.
“Is that my tunic?” Lucien’s laughter was rich and thick, his amusement joining the spring breeze in the air, as he gazed at his mate, now dwarfed in the billowing linen of his shirt. Her cheeks were a delicious peony pink below those soulful brown eyes, even as she scowled at him.
That was delicious, too.
“Come now, little vixen, don’t pout,” he crooned, stepping over to her as she held her arms out wide and glared down at the tent of white fabric.
“I am not pouting,” Elain grumbled as he gripped her shoulders and turned her around. Grabbing the hem he gathered the loose fabric, twisted it, knotted it, and tucked it up underneath the rest of the garment. It still billowed over her torso, but at least it was contained.
“Of course not,” he mused. Then he set his sights upon the tangled waves of thick, honey brown hair, combing his fingers through its luxurious length. “And how do you expect to adventure with your hair so unbound? You are truly a mess, my lady.”
“Perhaps I would be more prepared to adventure if I had been informed that we would be doing so.” Lucien grinned as she snapped, knowing that she likely wanted to jerk her head and throw the frustrated words over her shoulder at him, and that his firm hold in her tresses prevented her from doing so. His deft fingers quickly wove the thick waves into a long plait, then yanked gently to pull her head back so he could meet her gaze from behind. Her eyes were shining with defiance as she frowned up at him. “And I would have packed more shirts. We’re lucky I even had these breeches.”
The Autumn fae leaned over her, kissing the tip of her nose. “You are lucky you had those breeches. I am quite disappointed that you wound up with more options than just my tunics.” His fingers traced over her shoulders and cupped her chin, holding her head in place as he shot her a rakish grin. “Why do you think I didn’t tell you where we were going?” With a great gasp Elain swung around and slapped his stomach.
“You lecherous brute!” And with a harumph she crossed her arms in front of her chest, fixing him with an accusing glare.
“A brute, am I?” he asked, stepping closer. The little doe stepped back in answer.
“Indeed, you are,” Elain replied. The red-haired male didn’t give her a warning, nor a chance to object, before sweeping her up and tossing her over his shoulder. She screeched, kicking half-heartedly. Her words, however, were far less complacent. “Lucien! I am not a sack of potatoes! You put me down this instant!”
“But I am a brute, little vixen. You said so yourself.” It was all he could do not to burst into laughter as he carried his mate into the woods. “Is this not the behavior one would expect? How else is a brute to wrangle his female?”
“His female?!” She kicked her feet again. “I do not belong to you nor anyone else!”
Lucien shrugged, making sure to exaggerate his movement so his mate would feel the flex of the muscles in his shoulders and back. “I beg to differ, my lady. After all, I do have you in quite the predicament. Though I feel I would also thoroughly enjoy your trying to escape it.”
“Put. Me. Down!”
His gait faltered only slightly when she landed a great, open-handed slap to ass, only to squeak and tuck her hands between their bodies. Lucien’s chuckle rumbled nearly all the way to his cock as he reveled in her moment of spontaneity. Those free moments - where she moved or spoke before allowing herself to ponder the appropriateness of the act - he lived for them. He could live in those moments for eternity, and constantly endeavored to pull them from her again and again.
But he would never do so without teasing her mercilessly.
“Elain,” he crooned, feigning incredulity. “And you act so innocent and demure! I should have known you had a naughty streak.” A large palm settled over the swell of her rear, giving a firm pat. “I cannot wait to explore that.”
41- Elucien (duh)
Aww babes did you know you're my first Elucien prompt request ever? That's so fitting 🥰 Also i was like, this is totally going to be an Elucien one-night stand and then just ended up writing... the precursor to that. I meant to write you smut but I ran out of words okay? 😭
Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy - Elain/Lucien (968 words)
Elain had only one thing on her mind: revenge.
And tonight, revenge looked like a skinny red dress that wouldn’t cover her ass if she bent over. She had never dressed like this in public before, and in the back of her mind she could hear all the cutting remarks from Graysen when he saw her instagram page the next morning. The thought drew a smile to her blood-red lips. Good.
She wanted him to see that she was unfussed about their breakup. That she was hot and newly single and finally taking advantage of 6 years of dedicated monogamy washed down the drain—though it was clear that only one of them had been dedicated and monogamous. They’d been high school sweethearts, and she’d never even kissed another man besides Graysen. Until tonight.
ITS THE BRAID FOR ME 🙈🥵
A/N: This was supposed to be a short piece to follow the first part of the fic but I got a little carried away and wrote a lot more than planned. No warnings this time, just pure, sweet fluff between them in Velaris because that’s what Lucien deserves. Read part 1 here.
Word count: 4909
Summary: Lucien leaves with Feyre in ACOMAF instead of staying in Spring.
Part 1/2- Just because. Why not? NSFW, 18+
“Be nice,” Feyre hissed from beside Lucien, looking absolutely absurd in her Illyrian leathers atop that dapple gray horse. Lucien scowled, holding the reins tighter in his own hands.
“I was nice to you, wasn’t I?” Lucien shot back.
“No, as a matter of fact, you were not,” Feyre replied, tossing her long braid over her shoulder. Lucien didn’t bother to respond, eyes sweeping the human village the two of them were riding through. No one was looking, of course, given it was night but it made Lucien uncomfortable all the same. He didn’t belong here by birth and blood and even the air around him seemed to recognize the intrusion.
Secret Library commission
@/ arospaintbrush on instagram granted us the best Christmas gift ever with the sweetest Elucien art! go show her support here
Edit: SHE SAID SHE’S GONNA BE DOING A SOLO POST FOR THE ELUCIEN ART IN A COUPLE HOURS I AM NOT OKAY I REPEAT I AM NOT OKAY
Edit 2: SHE POSTED THE SOLO ONE HERE IS IT
Elain came. Nesta stayed.
Elain fell into step beside me, peering at Lucien.
He noticed it.
MASSIVE SPOILERS AHEAD. Don't read this post before finishing it. Save it or something, if you want, but don't read before finishing KOTC!
I also posted the questions I have here, so if you have any theories about them, feel free to answer there too!
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I would probably have some more later, but for now, this is it, I think. If anyone has any theories of their own or thoughts on these, PLEASE COME SCREAM WITH ME OVER THEM! You can reply/reblog here, or send them in an ask, PLEASE DON'T HESITATE. I'm always up for clowning over this series and over PrinceWitch! 🤡
winter evenings illuminated by a street lamp
A lot of people are going to feel like assholes if Elucien happens (and it probably will).
You have the first non-warriors outside of TNC.
You have a seer that doesn't feel seen. She never has, and is constantly doubted by those that are "better" than her. No one that's had a pov so far has understood any of her layers, nor have they bothered to. They just assumed her beauty and kindness was all there was.
You have a male that hasn't felt any sense of belonging his entire life. He's always been looking for love in the worst of places.
You have a couple that's been in love before with others. Loving someone from afar is different than loving someone who reciprocates. They both lost their loved ones tragically.
You have reluctant soulmates. Their bond clicked instantly. It's doubtful that it was only because of the cauldron.
You have a fae male that's beginning to see Elain. Someone that gives her space and time, despite the hurt. No tantrums. Only acceptance and understanding.
You have a fae female that wants to take that step forward towards her mate, but wants to choose. She wants to reclaim what has been taken. Put the pieces of her broken heart together, but that will never happen. What's happened to her is irreversible. Her love will never return to her. She has to deal with that, and her own longing for her fated mate.
You have negotiators. Strategists. Both held back by their current situation.
They have been with fans since book 1.
The regency vibes.
It honeslty makes sense to have them be the last book. Who else could bring a grand finale like them?
Halloween Themed Prompt List for Elucien: 58 - “Can’t you like wiggle your nose or something and everything works out?” + 70 - “We have to ask ourselves: what are magic’s limitations? Like, can it unburn my chicken nuggets?”
So, to be honest, I struggled a bit with this, and was very close to doing a different piece for Elucien, and then taking this and doing it with Nesta and Cassian. But, when the idea for Nessian came, I realized it could fit for Elucien too, so I just went with it. Admittedly, the magic isn't very important in the story, just more about the world they live in. I think it worked. XD
After their first class, Professor Vanserra needs to have a word with his new TA, Elain.
Warnings: Mild Smut; Teacher/TA | Word Count: 1,540 | Read on AO3
a/n: I don't LOVE writing these types of secret relationships, admittedly. I'll read them, of course, because I'm a sucker and if it's the right ship I'll read basically anything. And I tend to enjoy them. But, still, it's not my favorite, so I don't see me doing more in this AU, tbh. Plus, I have no information on it beyond what's in this one shot. lol
Also, this counts as a Halloween thingy cause Elain is a witch and Lucien a warlock (yes, in this world they use that term). Even if it barely seems it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.
Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.
But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didn’t do. At no point was Blockbuster like “Hey, movie rentals aren’t the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps it’s time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.”
Okay but…if someone wants to take me on a date to a Barnes and noble and get me dinner and a drink and then let me peruse the stacks like I’m not saying no. A sandwich, a beer, and 2-5 books on various topics I hope I’ll someday read about? Good night.
The Swedish equivalent of Blockbuster is now best known for its candy, snacks and sodas.
This is El Ateneo Grand Splendid, an old theatre turned bookstore in Buenos Aires:
The stage itself was turned into a cafe:
You can’t even begin to comprehend the massive amounts of money this place makes, despite the fact that they turned the theatre boxes into reading nooks like this:
I’ve literally spent days holed up in there reading books for free while also consuming massive amounts of coffee and pastries.
Adapt or die, people.
I would literally have to be carried on my deathbed out of there
