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Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Chapter 5 Update)
Title: Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Chapter V)
Rating: M
Summary:
“Perhaps you can speak them to me, if you so wish. I apologize if that is too forward, but I yearn to know you beyond simple pleasantries.
Yours truly,
Lucien
P.S. My lady, your secrets are always safe with me.”
Epistolary (adj., of a literary work) in the form of letters. After the winter solstice in ACOSF, Elain and Lucien exchange letters as a means to get to know each other away from prying eyes. This fic is a collection of those letters.
Author’s Note: CHAPTER UPDATE for our collab (me + @zenkindoflove)! We plan to have regular chapter updates on Mondays moving forward, as we have made some great progress on future chapters! P.S....did you catch the innuendos? ;)
READ HERE ON AO3
Preview:
I’m delighted to hear that you are interested in accompanying me on my journey! Truth be told, I do not have enough experience of the world and the pleasures it has to offer to know what would satisfy me. I suppose, I will have to trust in your wealth of experience and your steady hand to guide me through these desires. I would welcome a long, thorough exploration, as my previous travels ended too soon for my liking. So, I think it would please me to spend sufficient time, discovering new sights and experiences, and some clever bouts of spontaneity, to the point that I am tired and sated.
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#elucien#elain x lucien#elucien fic#elain and lucien#elucien fanfic#elucien letters#pro elucien#elucien supremacy#sexy pen pal vibes#regency vibes#epistolary fanfic#elucien moodboard#collab fic#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#more angst and flirting for you to enjoy#look carefully for some innuendos omg#also angst alert#crazykindoflove fic
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You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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Elain is a cuddler and Lucien is a living furnace.
This piece is a gift for my dear friends @separatist-apologist and @lucienarcheron 🧡
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I made Elucien headerssss >.<
It would be my pleasure if you'd like to use them (and match with me)! Also, don't give me credits, my name is there, so it's more than enough! 🩷
I made mine discolored and less bright because that's how I like it (my eyes are sensitive :<), but I thought I should post the originals here. If you'd prefer a "watered-down" version like mine, simply message me!
*I don't own the illustrations, I simply put them together*
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So lovely. Sweet and sexy read. 🔥💖
The Fires of Eventide
A quiet evening. A secluded cottage in Spring.
Genre: Romance/Smut-but-Sweet
Post-canon Elucien fic.
Elucien Masterlist | AO3
Please do not copy or re-post this anywhere.
Special thanks to @lucienarcheron, @zenkindoflove, @crazy-ache, and @teddyhoneybear for their continued support of these posts. If you would like to be added to the taglist for any future works, please let me know.
Elain doesn’t immediately acknowledge his presence. She can feel it though: through the bond, and in the way her skin warms at the feeling of his mismatched gaze falling over her. No doubt he’s wearing his trademark smirk, too–amused by her struggle or her stubbornness, though she’s not sure which to call it yet.
It’s not a comfortable position to be caught in: though her Fae body is tougher than her human one, her knees still dig into the hard countertop as she slides her pan to the top shelf of the cottage kitchen’s cabinet. It was a mutual idea of theirs to have a private place to stay in Spring, and when they’d stumbled upon the little cottage crawling with vines tucked neatly against the woods with plenty of space for gardening, Elain had known they’d found their getaway.
Read the rest on AO3!
#elucien#elucien fics#elucien fic rec#this is SWEET and SEXY#I live for this tenderness#I need domestic Elucien injected in my veins
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I'm not sure if you're still doing those, butttt
Bathtub Fic x Sick/Injured or Scars Fic for Elucien 😁
For you…YES!!
Bathtub Fic & Sick/Injured or Scars
For the scene, I am going to take us to the Winter Court. Perhaps it is a part of their journey to Koschei or to explore her Seer powers—early in the relationship, with the barest shreds of trust between them—and somewhere along the travels, they encounter the infamous hot springs of Winter.
Picture mountains and snow and nuzzled deep within the white, icy forests lay natural hot springs. Lucien has been here of course from his emissary days. He explains the benefits and urges Elain that she simply must try out this particular hidden gem—that there is none like it in all of Pythian. She agrees nervously. And her eyes go wide as she watches Lucien begin to strip off all his clothes.
Elain blushed, turning around instantly. “What are you doing?” She squeaked. “Well, I’m certainly not going to get my clothes wet in this cold and the hot springs are best enjoyed naturally.” Lucien laughed and she could hear him kick off his shoes and pants behind her. Then the sound of water splashing as he entered, quickly followed by a near moan from Lucien’s lips. “Come on, Elain. It’s incredible. I promise I won’t look, lady. On my honor.”
It’s enough to make Elain bite her lip and consider. It did seem incredible. And she had dreamed of traveling the world her entire life. She couldn’t be a coward now that she was here. “Turn around!” She barked her command, and only once her mate confirmed he was indeed facing the other direction with his eyes closed did she begin to undo her dress, stockings, and boots. Without a single article of clothing, she raced into the water before the shivers overtook her body. And indeed it was amazing. A similar relaxed moan tumbled out of her mouth as she sank into the warm, steamy waters.
They were back to back, because Elain didn’t have the courage to do it any different. To bare herself to him. Not with the amount of desire she secretly harbored inside. Even if the water came up right to the swell of her breasts. But even like this, she could sense his smile. His comfort. They talked leisurely and at length. Now that they were finally spending time together, she was caught off guard by how easily he could make her laugh. It was at one particularly wicked joke that her body curved and her skin made contact with his back.
Immediately she felt the scars. Ridges upon ridges of marks across his back. They both flinched instantly. Elain from the surprise and Lucien no doubt from the sorrow and pain embedded deep with every scar.
There’s no other thought except concern surging through her veins as she whips around, breaking her own rules, to face his back. He is frozen, as if he’s been caught. Shame? Elain can’t stop the gasp as she takes in his whipped back. “Who—how—” She is shaking even if the water is so unnaturally hot, leaving her pale skin red with the heat.
“Punishment when I was Under the Mountain.” He answers. Elain reaches for his back, running her fingers across every single mark. He does not move. There’s so much she can see now. The history like a constellation across his shoulder blades and spine. The pain etched in his skin, one of loyalty and bravery and suffering, so much like the matching one on his eye. She can see the corded muscles taut with restraint. The curve of his ass just below the water’s surface. His long molten, red hair curtained over his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. And she means it. She’s sorry for what happened. The primal, visceral part of the mating bond wants to avenge him. Wants to make it as if it never happened. And she’s sorry for all the distance she had once kept between them, when all he had were these scars to keep him company all this time.
Elain wraps her arms around his middle, fingers gliding over the defined abs of his stomach, one hand grazing against the strong, tone muscle of his chest. She kisses his shoulder, right at one of the scars. The another and another and another.
And maybe, just maybe, she’s working up the courage to spin him around and kiss him elsewhere.
#elucien#FADE TO BLACK#kiss him on the mouth or more south you say?#we’ll never know unless i end up writing the full thing which i very well might#ask games
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Gone was the ill-suited black dress from the ball, replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet, her hair half-up and curling down to her waist. She glowed with good health.
Antis often dismiss Cassian's statement about how the Night Court's black drained the life out of Elain, questioning its significance. However, even Nesta acknowledged that the Night Court's black was ill-suited for her sister, observing that another color made her glow with good health—a color associated with another court.
The court her mate is heir to.
The sun personified. Powerful, lazy with grace, capable of kindness and wrath. Nearly as beautiful as Rhysand. And somehow—somehow colder than Kallias. His High Fae entourage was almost as large as ours, clad in similar robes of varying rich dyes—cobalt and crimson and amethyst—some with expertly kohl-lined eyes, all of them fit and gleaming with health.
And look, cobalt is one of them too. Elain has now worn two of these colors directly and if you want to argue, pink is a hue of crimson.
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74 and 86 elucien 😘
74- huddling for warmth & 86- I didn’t mean to turn you on 🔥🔥
Well, I am so glad you asked. They’re in the continent lands, on their way to some mission. Unfortunately they have to rough it up and sleep outside, maybe the towns are not safe. They’re hiding from enemies and they can’t keep a fire lit either, out of fear they’ll be found. They’re trying to go to sleep with their sleeping packs on the ground but it is an utter failure.
“For Gods sake, Elain. I know you’re not sleeping because I can’t fall asleep over the sound of your teeth chattering!” Lucien hissed into the darkness. These Archeron females were beyond stubborn.
“And what do you suggest I do about it?” Elain hissed back, unable to hide the shiver in her voice to her annoyance.
She couldn’t see him but she could tell he was tense, his restraint palpable in the blackness.
“Come here.”
And she doesn’t fight it. Because she can feel the embers of inner warmth, that fire, even several feet away. Her body has been screaming for him. Every shiver was an ache calling out. For heat, for touch, to appease the bond and her body. Elain crawls over to lay next to him. He’s on his side as he offers up some room to lie in front of him. As soon as she settles in, she can’t hold back the instant sigh singing at his arrival. He’s so warm.
They’ve never touched this much before. But he feels stiff behind her. “Where should I put my —” he asks but doesn’t finish as his hands fumble around until they wrap around her middle, fingers splayed against her hip bones.
She doesn’t know where to put her hands. So finally she rests them on top of his own. Instantly bringing warmth and life to her frigid fingertips.
And they lay like that for a bit. Oh until something shifts between them.
“Perhaps this isn’t the best idea—”
Elain has no idea what he means because this is fantastic. Why didn’t they do this sooner? She is safe and warm and comfortable—then she realizes there’s something new and firm and large pressing into her backside. Oh—oh.
No one can see that she’s blushing an embarrassing amount. No one can see that it tugs a small smile of satisfaction on her lips. Elain gripped his hands tighter and did not dare create distance between their bodies.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Go to sleep, Lucien.” Elain shut her eyes and hoped Lucien would do the same.
And if she grinded her ass into him just ever so slightly to emphasize her point, could she be blamed?
#elucien#ask games#LOL I couldn’t help myself#Hope you enjoy another Lucien boner situation#yes they get to third base eventually that night
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73 & 94 Elucien?
73- Stranded Due to Inclement Weather & 94- Hair brushing/braiding 😩🥵
Oh this is a great one. It involves my favorite tropes, which is forced proximity and also soft, intimate touching. Here is the idea that came to mind.
Lucien and Elain are on a ship to the Continent, perhaps to Vallahan or to start their adventure against Koschei. It’s a secret mission for obvious reasons so that’s why they did not winnow there with assistance. Let’s throw in the added tension of having to pretend being a married couple because why the hell not. This isn’t a trip of luxury. This is urgent, necessary, and they must be incognito. Therefore they book cheap passage in whatever they can find. Which, to both of their horrors, is in the form of tiny little bunk beds in shared spaces.
They make it work. Even if they’re back-to-back on the tiny little top bunk bed they’re sharing, doing their absolute best to not be awkward. Then their ship hits a gods-awful storm. The kind that rocks the entire ship, water is leaking everywhere, lightning and thunder shake the room. Crashing waves that make you feel sick. Everyone is tense and afraid. One particular terrifying strike of lightning and groan of the ship has Elain turn over suddenly to face Lucien.
She’s almost mortified. But fear trumps embarrassment. Lucien doesn’t miss a beat. He pulls her into his arms.
With her ear pressed against the drum of his heartbeat, she finally feels safe. Her head is tucked under his chin, but he absentmindedly finds himself brushing her hair, running his fingers through the long curls down her back. Maybe that action alone makes him feel safe.
They fall asleep like that, in each other’s arms, even after the storm passes.
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49 & 86 heehee
Faked Married + I didn't mean to turn you on
Okay, I this one screams for Elain and Lucien on the continent, traveling in the human lands where they have to pretend they're married because why do humans care what a mate means. And I'm picturing lots of referring to each other as "husband" and "wife" and they both secretly really like it, especially Elain, who is getting hornier and hornier every time Lucien says it. Until finally they return back to their inn and sloppy fuck.
The end.
Fanfic trope mashup
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Bookshop AU + almost kiss for Elucien?
Oh lovely anon. Did you read my mind? I’ll let you in on a little secret. I am writing a book-related modern AU fic for Elucien week. To preserve that piece, that’s all I will say for now hehe. 😉
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All versions of my Lucien drawing I did a while back. 🦊
Which one’s your favorite? 🫣
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New icon, new header, updated master list...feeling fresh thanks in huge part to @teddyhoneybear who helped design the icon/header!
Gotta give her a shoutout for the amazing moodboards/collages she's created. You are simply the best! You make so many visions come to life 💖💖
Some of my other favorites are here:
Elain and Lucien converse through letters (collage)
Elain and Lucien converse through letters
Elain and Lucien taking shelter in an inn
Elucien wedding night
Lady of Autumn
You can find her masterlist here.
#thank you my dear#you are the best#cant thank you enough i cant stop staring at it#she made my elucien x pride & prejudice dream come to life#fandom rec
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Updated with some of my new work and collab with @zenkindoflove!
Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra Fanfiction
Check out my full list below.
Oneshots
Title: Beasts Inside Us
NSFW | Lucien Rescues Elain | Smut | Oneshot
While staying in the mortal lands with the Band of Exiles, Elain Archeron stumbles across a familiar face from her past. Only Graysen wants revenge. Her only hope is that her mate, Lucien Vanserra, can save her—in more ways than one.
Title: Separate My Body From My Soul
NSFW | Elain Rescues Lucien | Forced Mating Bond | Oneshot
“I am Elain Archeron, sister of the High Lady of Night, Feyre the Cursebreaker. I’ve come to demand the release of Lucien Vanserra back to the custody of the Night Court.”
"And why would I do that?" The High Lord of Autumn demanded.
“Because he is my mate.”
When Lucien Vanserra is held captive by his father in the cruel depths of Autumn, there is only one force more powerful than politics that can save him—his mating bond with Elain Archeron. She must make the choice to save him, even if it means binding their souls forever.
Title: Call Me Selfish, Call Me Wrecked
NSFW | Arranged Marriage | Smut | Oneshot
Like countless times before, they’re dangling Elain in front of him without a mention of her name. And for once, Lucien decides to selfishly take it. “I’ll marry her,” he pretends to investigate his nails, even if his heart is about to burst from his fucking chest. “But only if she agrees to it as well. That’s my only condition.”
Elain agrees. Lucien learns the consequences of not shutting up.
Title: A Cut Above the Rest
SFW | Oneshot | Elain and Lucien on the run
“Wait!” Elain clambered to her feet, jumping off the bed. He looked at her expectedly, dagger in one hand and a handful of hair in the other. What was there to say? That she had always secretly adored his hair just the way it was? That he couldn’t possibly cut it before she even had the chance to run her fingers through it? “Let me do it,” she said.
While on the run in the Continent, Elain and Lucien must discuss what has remained unspoken after a frightening incident.
Title: Courting Lucien Vanserra
NSFW | Idiots to Lovers | 2/3 Chapters Completed
“I think it may be too late for us, that I was a wretch for far too long and now he wants nothing to do with me—” Elain blurted out in a teary confession to her sisters. Nesta, face like stone, hissed. “Then there is only one thing left to do. You must thoroughly and ardently court him.”
Elain’s tears stopped rolling down her face with utter confusion. “Court him?”
“You need to seduce Lucien,” Feyre clarified with a feral grin.
Title: bet on me
SFW | Drinking Games | Oneshot
Elain is caught sulking at her sister's mating ceremony. Lucien wagers a drinking game to prove who knows the other best.
“Go on. Tell me all about myself, Lucien Vanserra.”
And there is the matter of something charged sitting between them at the table. He was challenging her. An invitation for friction, a consideration to be included in the joke, a bid to entwine in something deliciously improper. Elain could not remember the last time anyone had offered her anything remotely tantalizing.
Title: i would stay forever (just don't go)
SFW | Oneshot
“You! You torment me, Lucien. Day and night. You fill my dreams and nightmares." Elain struggles to know what is real and not real. And only Lucien can help.
Title: in eternal bloom
SFW | Lucien Meets Papa | Oneshot
On the quest to find the sixth mortal queen, Lucien Vanserra meets a human with brown eyes and that same stubborn Archeron nose. Together, on their search for Vassa, Lucien befriends Elain’s father, and learns a bit more about his mate.
Title: curses and gifts
SFW | GroundhogDayAU! | Oneshot
In which Elain is cursed to live that fateful day with the Cauldron again and again and again. Until a choice is made.
Multi-Chapter
Title: Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (in collaboration with @zenkindoflove)
SFW | Letter Fic | Multichapter - WIP
After the winter solstice in ACOSF, Elain and Lucien exchange letters as a means to get to know each other away from prying eyes.
Title: Divine Punishments
NSFW | Elain Saves Spring | Multichapter
Elain foresees a curse in the form of terrible visions. An unexplained plague was coming and the immortal fae were going to suffer and die by the rotten sickness. She needs to meet her fate—with her powers and her mating bond—if she hopes to save Spring.
Drabbles
Title: Choke on Desire
Drabbles | Crossposted on Tumblr | Various Genres
If we do the unthinkable, would it make us look crazy? If you ask me, I'm ready.
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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP
Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.
Historical AU
Royal AU
Modern AU
Coffee Shop AU
Bar/Restaurant AU
Bookshop AU
Florist AU
Hospital AU
Dance AU
Airport/Travel AU
Neighbour AU
Roommate AU
Detective AU
Bodyguard AU
Criminal AU
Prison AU
War AU
Circus AU
Summer Camp AU
Teacher AU
Dystopian AU
Space AU
Performer AU
Soulmate AU
Fairy Tale AU
Massage Fic
Sick/Injured Fic
Proposal Fic
Wedding Fic
Holiday Fic
Birthday Fic
Pregnancy Fic
Baby Fic
Vacation Fic
Bathtub Fic
Text/Letter Fic
Coming Out Fic
Grief Fic
Survival/Wilderness Fic
Almost Kiss
First Kiss
The Big Damn Kiss
Dance of Romance
Flowers of Romance
Chocolate of Romance
Blind Date
Not a Date
Fake Dating
Fake Married
Arranged Marriage
Accidentally Married
Marriage of Convenience
Mutual Pining
Secret Relationship
Established Relationship
Awful First Meeting
Forgotten First Meeting
Accidental Eavesdropping
Interrupted Declaration of Love
Poorly Timed Confession
Love Confession
Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)
Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple
Star Crossed Lovers
It’s Not You, It’s Me
It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies
Character in Peril
Heroic Sacrifice
Flirting Under Fire
Locked in a Room
Twenty-Four Hours to Live
Stranded on A Desert Island
Stranded Due to Inclement Weather
Huddling for Warmth
Bed Sharing
Did They or Didn’t They?
In Vino Veritas
Above the Influence
Anger Born of Worry
Green-Eyed Epiphany
The Missus and the Ex
Second Love
Intimate Artistry
Married to the Job
Innocent Physical Contact
I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On
Aroused By Her Voice
Erotic Dreams
First Time
Unexpected Virgin
PWP
Kink
Makeovers
Hair Brushing/Braiding
Sleep Intimacy
Scars
Time Travel
Curses
Magical Accidents
Accidentally Saving the Day
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@nestaarcheronweek | Day Six: Birthday Girl
I like to imagine Nesta celebrating her birthday with those she feels overwhelmed with happiness to be with. And as they are the first to completely accept the way she is, I love imagining that Gwyneth and Emerie, the chosen family, would also be celebrating with Nesta, first thing in the morning.
Art by: Jéssica Brasil (jessi.brasilart)
Commissioned by: @podemechamardek
🚫 Please do not repost.
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Inspired by a post from @stargirlie25 about Elain flower braiding Lucien's hair. I just had to!!
#elucien#pro elucien#elain x lucien#elucien fanart#I need this in their book#give me Elucien softness
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