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We heard your feed back and we agree: tension, healing, and growth is a major part of the elucien, as per SJM herself! So now, for day 7, you have the option to either do an AU prompt OR lean into the authors words herself and interpret them however you like!
Whatever you choose we can't wait to see what you come with!
See you in July!
Artist: @laxibbeb
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elucienweekofficial · 19 days
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Lucien and Elain - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @/electra.rt
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New Elucien WIP underway✨✨✨
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💕 Are you as desperate for sunshine and summer as much as we are? Happy Valentines Day pals! We'll see you all in July 🥰💕
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🎨: @laxibbeb
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elucienweekofficial · 2 months
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Lucien and Elain in the Day Court <3
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elucienweekofficial · 3 months
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New year, same us 🎉
🎨: @laxibbeb
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elucienweekofficial · 3 months
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Any dates for 2024 yet? 🥹
Hi!
Your enthusiasm is infectious! We will be back in July again and post dates sometime in spring 2024!
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elucienweekofficial · 9 months
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Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2023! We were blown away by the amount of people who showed up to create art, fics, playlist, theories, and everything in between!
As a thank you, we wanted to come up with a way to give back to some of the creators who worked so hard over the course of the week. So for our final surprise, we're releasing a quiz that will help you decide exactly which Elucien fic is perfect for you! With over 55 works in the AO3 Collection, there's certainly many to choose from!
>>> Click here to take the quiz
And again, thank you to everyone for a fabulous week! We can't wait to see you again next year!
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elucienweekofficial · 9 months
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Elucienweek day 5: Nature
I will repeat myself in the next years, not only are they the perfect couple to be out in nature the most, but they’re the BEST dressed couple in Prythian.
I know I‘m late. Leave me alone.
IG: dimaalry
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elucienweekofficial · 9 months
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𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓻
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Hi everyone! No words can describe the happiness I feel in presenting this Elucien piece I commissioned from @tropicoola!
I really wanted to show Elain and Lucien absolutely bathed in sunlight in front of a stained glass window and oh my gosh did Sarah deliver.
Sarah took my idea and elavated it by x1000 with Elain’s dress being a flower petal, raindrops falling down the dress, Lucien’s jacket having flowers stitched on, the mini suns in the window panes, etc and it was an absolutely wonderful experience.
Thank you to Sarah for deliver such a stunning art and thank you to all the Eluciens who have made this week such a wonderful time, with a special shout-outs to the hosts/admins for doing an amazing job!
I love you all and I hope you enjoy the art!
Repost with credit is allowed!
@elucienweekofficial
Link to post here!
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AO3 Collection・Instagram・Twitter・Masterlist
Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2023! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to create content and engage with the week!
We'll be keeping an eye on any stragglers in the tags and updating the masterlists accordingly. Also stay tuned for one final surprise from the moderators before we finish out the week officially 👀
📝Fics:
Lead Me Into the Light by @velidewrites
A Blaze in the Dark by @the-lonelybarricade
Meet Me at Midnight by @starfall-spirit
Ars Amatoria by @fieldofdaisiies
DILF Daydreamin' by @labellefleur-sauvage
Elucien hate sex by @darklove9314-blog
I'll Take You To The Boba Shop by @areyoudreaminof
I Was Enchanted To Meet You by @c-e-d-dreamer
The Fire Won't Burn Me by @separatist-apologist
I can't face reinvention (I haven't met the new me yet) by @midnightmasterpiece
Weightless by @asnowfern
put your lips close to mine (as long as they don't touch) by @belabellissima
Both Forever and Rather Die by @foundress0fnothing
Love on Water Lillies by @vulpes-fennec
The Fox in the Garden by @writtenonreceipts
Across the Stars by @velidewrites
The Highland Fox and The English Rose by @labellefleur-sauvage
lost in your current (like a priceless wine) by @a-novel-blog
Modern AU Spicy Prompt Fill by @aldbooks
Frost and Fire by @aldbooks
🎨Art:
Flyboy Lucien and Naboo Senator Elain by @stickyelectrons
"Oh~there you are...♡" by @witchlingsandwyverns
Elucien embracing by @fieldofdaisiies
Elucien sleeping beauty AU by @devilsnightz
fluff!Elucien by @brielyasmin
The Boba Shop AU - comissioned by @separatist-apologist from artist @zolyna_
The Great Elucien - comissioned by @iambutmortal from artist @/vinc_ry
Las Vegas Wedding AU by @cursebrkr
Elain and Lucien | Outlander Inspired - comissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/artcraawl
Modern Rio de Janeiro and Cyberpunk São Paulo by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts
Domestic Elucien sketch by @corcracrow
Anakin and Padme Elucien by @wittyrejoinder
Elucien secret garden vibes by @dopeartisanprincess
sleepy by @laxibbeb
Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra by @afoliveira
Furry AU by @mei_lfong
Elucien WIP by @mossytrashcan
Sith Elain and Jedi Lucien - comissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from @witchlingsandwyverns
Elucien 80s fashion - commissioned by @sanktadu and artist @lib-arts
Lucien VanBowser and Princess Elain - comissioned by @kingofsummer93 from artist @carasalexandra
Golden Hour - comissioned by @foreverinelysian from artist @tropicoola
🎶Misc:
ELAIN & LUCIEN: MODERN AU moodboard by @octobers-veryown
Court of Ties and Destinies tiktok in English and in Portuguese by @lloorryy
Her Burning Light moodboard and drabble by @sunshinebingo
Reasons why Elucien is happening by @elucienhasmywholeheart
Elucien quotes: 1, 2, 3, and 4 by @ofduskanddreams
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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!
🎨: mallorydraws
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As Elucien week comes to a close, I couldn't resist a quick of of angst for my favorite angsty couple. Be warned, this one does not have a happy ending...
We're flubbing the timelines a bit here, don't think too much about it 😅
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Lucien stood on the step for several minutes, staring at the door as he attempted to compose himself. He was sure Rhys was already aware of his presence from the moment he’d crossed the wards, but he just…. Needed a minute.
Until yesterday, he hadn’t even been sure he would come. What was the point in making such a long journey when no one really wanted him there to begin with? Oh, he was sure Feyre would be happy to see him, and he her, but he knew she’d be just as happy without him. Probably wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come. 
The truth of it stung more than he cared to admit. But, what else was new? That had been his life for the last few centuries. Unwanted, easily forgotten, replaceable. 
Taking one last steadying breath, Lucien raised his fist to knock. The door opened before he connected with the wood to Rhysand’s stupid, smirking mein. “I wondered how long you’d loiter out here. Finally decided to stay did you?”
A muscle ticked in Lucien’s jaw. He and the High Lord still weren’t exactly on good terms, but their working relationship, at least, was in much better standing, the two of them having reached some mutual level of respect as they worked towards common goals. Outside of that, he was sure the High Lord only tolerated his presence in his home for the sake of his beloved mate.
To be honest, he’d been surprised when he’d received the request to act as godfather to their son. He’d fully expected the honor to be given to any one of Rhys’ inner circle- and it had, but not solely. Morrigan had been named the future High Lord’s godmother but it seemed that Feyre had wished for Lucien to one day help tutor Nyx on the ins and outs of Prythian court politics should anything happen to them. Rhys, he could tell, had reluctantly agreed.
That still didn’t mean he was welcome here.
Cassian, he heard, had been genuinely offended though thankfully any resentment the general felt was directed at Rhys and not him. The Spymaster on the other hand… Azriel had been cold to him before, but since that announcement he’d been downright glacial. His jealousy was apparent and Lucien couldn’t blame him. Amren, thank the cauldron, hadn’t seemed to care either way.
When Lucien still stood on the stoop, saying nothing, Rhys sighed and stepped back from the threshold, waving for him to enter. “Well, come on. No use standing out here all night in the cold. We’re about to sit down to dinner.” With a flicker of his fingers, the gifts in Lucien’s hands disappeared to wherever Rhys kept them all until they were ready to open them and he followed the High Lord inside.
“Look who finally decided to join us,” Rhys drawled as he led Lucien to the living room. Stunted greetings met him from around the room. Feyre, who was occupied with her son, smiled and waved from her seat and Elain, as always, offered the barest of greetings that might be considered polite and then pretended as though he didn’t exist.
Lucien sighed internally. He shouldn’t have come. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected anything to be different. Wasn’t the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over while expecting different results? Still, he’d only just arrived, it would be rude to leave now and so he resigned himself to staying at least through dinner, and maybe long enough to give Feyre and Nyx his gifts. At least he hadn’t bothered to bring one for Elain this year, knowing it would just sit in a dusty corner somewhere, unused. If it even survived the night without finding it’s end in the trash.
Morrigan appeared beside him offering him a glass of wine. He accepted it, thanking her while ignoring her sympathetic look. He didn’t need or want their pity. He’d made the decision to come on his own. He would deal with it.
As promised, dinner was announced only a moment later and he allowed Morrigan, who still stood beside him, to take his arm and escort him to the dining room. He resisted the urge to look back and see who had escorted his mate. He wasn’t sure why she didn’t just put them both out of their misery and reject him if she was so clearly unhappy with the choice the cauldron had made. He would not begrudge her for doing so, no matter how much it would hurt. He was just so tired of all the uncertainty. 
After this year, he resolved, he wouldn’t bother visiting anymore unless it was on official business. Let Feyre come to him if she wished to see him. It might do her some good to see what has become of her former homeland. Elain wanted space, then he’d give her as much as she could handle. And maybe, he’d finally find some peace.
Dinner was uneventful, the conversation as loud and lively as he’d come to expect. Morrigan and Cassian occasionally made an effort to include him in their discussions, which he appreciated and even Nesta seemed to not mind his presence as much as usual. He didn’t dare glance at the other end of the table where Elain sat beside the Shadowsinger, the two of them absorbed in some quiet conversation. 
He’d suspected for a while there might be some tender feeling there on her part, and it was clear in the way Azriel sometimes watched her and he wanted her. There was little he could do about it, if that was the direction she chose. From what he knew, Elain had only ever been in a romantic relationship with her former fiance and she very clearly held no interest in the bond at present. Lucien could hardly blame her for wanting to explore the interest she did have in another male, especially given some of the affairs he’d had before the bond between them had snapped. Just because he could not stand the thought of being with anyone but her did not mean she had to feel the same way. Perhaps that would change one day. For both of them.
Once dinner and dessert were cleared away, they all made their way back into the living room and Lucien again debated the wisdom of leaving. He didn’t actually need to be here while Feyre opened her gift and it wasn’t as though he’d be receiving any in return… he’d done his duty and showed up. They couldn’t expect more from him than that. And it’s not as though he expected any of them to be bothered.
He was still debating with himself when the gifts suddenly appeared around the room in glittering piles. Deciding now was the best time to slip out while they were all distracted he made to leave until Elain’s voice rose above the din.
“I’ll go first,” she said, the sweet tones of her voice tugging sharply at the strand around his middle. His traitorous heart lurched and instead of leaving, he found himself turned more fully to the room. Though the chances of any of her gifts being for him was slim, at best.
He sat quietly as she handed out neatly wrapped packages. Personal, handmade or handpicked items she gave to not only her sisters, but Rhys, Morrigan, Amren, Cassian, and… Luien’s stomach dropped as she handed the last box to Azriel, a blush staining her face.
He could feel several pairs of eyes turn in his direction, including Rhysand who seemed tense and almost angry. He ignored them all, not that he could have looked at any of them even if he’d wanted to. His gaze was fixed on the pink beneath the surface of her skin. She looked more alive than he’d ever seen her. He supposed that was something to be thankful for, even as everything else seemed to fall apart around him. 
He’d watched her hand gifts over to every other person in the room except Varian, thoughtful gifts that reflected each individual. But the way she and Azriel gazed at each other as she handed this one over… the way their fingers brushed and their eyes held… Lucien was in hell.
He needed to leave. Now. But he was paralyzed. Some masochistic part of himself demanded he sit here and watch. Watch as she metaphorically handed her heart to another male for everyone to see. Watch as she handed him the cruelest humiliation so far.
The gentle brush of Feyre’s mental fingers against his shield’s jolted him out of his stupor. Azriel had opened the gift, which Lucien was unable to focus on long enough to even tell what it was, though the two continued to watch each other, even as Elain had returned to her seat and the other’s were now frantically exchanging brightly wrapped boxes, and doing their best not to look his way. Lucien had never been so mortified in his life though he knew none of it showed on his face. He was too well trained for that. 
Without a word, Lucien rose from his seat, making for the side of the room as though to pour himself a drink before slipping out of the room and down the hall to the back garden. He knew it was a mistake as soon as he stepped outside. Her scent was everywhere, even in the frozen, snow covered flower beds with their empty, leafless branches and thorns. It seemed fitting for the way he was currently feeling. But it hurt.
He sensed Rhys’ presence before he heard or saw him and braced himself for some cutting remark. To his surprise, Rhys just stepped beside him, silently surveying the barren grounds. The silence might have been companionable, if not for the heavy undertones.
“How did you stand it?” Lucien asked quietly. Later, he would likely curse himself for this moment of vulnerability, but in this moment he didn’t care. He needed to say this, to ask this of the only other person he knew that would understand how he was feeling.
Rhysand’s pause was weighted. “I had my friends, my people and all the work that needed to be done to keep me occupied.” He sounded almost apologetic, like he was sorry he didn’t have a better answer.
Lucien could guess why. Now that Jurian and Vassa had returned to the continent and Lucien had taken up a nomadic sort of lifestyle, moving from one court to another as he helped direct the delicate negotiations with both the humans and the fae on the continent, he had no friends left- at least none that he could confide in. He had no real home, no people to distract him. He had plenty of work, sure. But his was a lonely existence.
“Does it get easier?” he asked, somewhat hoarsely. 
Another weighted silence. “No.”
Lucien’s eyes squeezed shut as pain radiated in his chest. He tried not to think about the future that now lay before him.
“I’ll give Feyre your regrets,” Rhys said quietly.
Swallowing hard, Lucien opened his eyes and turned to the High Lord who stood beside him wearing an expression he’d never seen on him before. Understanding. “I’d like to formally resign my position as emissary,” he forced himself to say. “Effective immediately.”
Rhysand tensed but bowed his head slightly in acceptance. “Best of luck to you, Lucien.” It did not escape him that he refrained from using his last name for once. One he knew Lucien abhorred. It was a small show of respect and greatly appreciated in this moment when he was feeling so fragile.
Rhysand turned to go back into the house and Lucien was just beginning to contemplate where he would go now, where he might be welcome, when a ripple went through the wards surrounding the city that even Lucien felt.
Rhysand tensed and they exchanged a brief glance before Rhysand disappeared, Lucien following in his wake. They appeared at the edge of the city, in a darkened forest and Lucien tensed as Rhys went very still. Stepping to the High Lord’s side, Lucien called forth his magic and waited, his ability to see in the dark not nearly as strong as the Lord of Night.
A second later, two figures crashed down beside them, weapons drawn. Even without the flash of siphons, Lucien knew Cassian and Azriel were behind them. He was momentarily distracted by the effort it took to ignore the instinct from the bond that urged him to rip the Shadowsinger to shreds-
And then Lucien finally caught the scent of a smell that had once been painfully familiar to him but that he had not encountered in over two centuries. But… it was… wrong…
Lucien’s blood ran cold and he lurched forward a step as Eris emerged through the trees wearing a flaming crown…. And covered in blood. Beron’s. And something else….
“Lucien,” he brother’s voice was thick and strained, showing an unusual amount of vulnerability. His gaze, so much like their father's, seemed to scan him with something like relief.
Lucien took another involuntary step forward, feeling the Illyrians behind him tense with uncertainty. He breathed a single word,“mother?”
“She’s safe,” Eris croaked.
There was a slight tremble to him, Lucien realized. He wasn’t sure if it was from emotion or the enormous amount of power that now thrummed through his veins. High Lord. “What have you done?”
Eris turned to Rhysand without answering him. “Beron has been- neutralized, so I suppose you escaped that portion of our agreement. However, your… assistance in backing my claim and holding the court would be appreciated.”
Lucien was frankly astounded his brother had deigned to ask for help at all, but it seemed he and Rhys already had some sort of arrangement he was not aware of. Rhys looked a bit shaken but nodded his agreement to Eris. “Whatever you need. I’m sure Keir would be happy to lend his Darkbringers in exchange for a working relationship with Autumn.”
Eris winced slightly but accepted. Lucien didn’t blame him, he’d heard tales of the steward of the Hewn City who ran the Court of Nightmares that Lucien, and the rest of Prythian had once thought Rhysand presided over. No doubt any deals made with him would have consequences down the road, but for now, with Beron gone, presumably at his heir’s own hand, Autumn would need the assistance to keep his more loyal courtiers in check. 
But how had this happened? Why? And why did he detect his mother’s blood mixed with Beron’s?
Eris finally turned to acknowledge Lucien, taking a tentative step towards him. Eris held out a hand, his expression which Lucien could now partially make out, seemed to hold a tentative hope that was utterly foreign to him. Yet it reminded him so much of the brother he had once looked up to, he found himself taking another step forward.  
“Lucien… it’s well past time you came home brother.”
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Elucien for these prompts please?
“I’m trying to be sexy and you’re laughing!”
“You are just too cute~”
From the Spicy prompts list
Let's make this a modern AU - Elain is preparing to surprise Lucien with a special meal- and an announcement.
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Elain heard the front door open as she finished plating dinner and rushed to sneak both plates into the dining room before dashing back to the kitchen as she heard her husband's voice call out to her from the foyer.
"Honey, I'm home!" Elain grinned at the teasing lilt of his voice.
"And what sort of time do you call this?" she teased back. The sound of his chuckle filtered to her from down the hall as his footsteps moved in her direction. She quickly redirected him towards the dining room while she hurried to make herself presentable.
"Dinner's already on the table, I'm just cleaning up real quick. Why don't you go ahead and open a bottle of wine for us?"
She listened to his steps pause and then turn in the opposite direction. "Sure. Smells delicious, what are we having... oh, lamb. Looks amazing!"
Smiling proudly, Elain tossed her apron on the counter, fluffed her carefully styled hair and quickly checked her outfit was in place. Swapping her slippers for high heels, she took a deep breath before joining him.
This was it. Tonight was the night.
She wasn't entirely sure why she was so nervous about telling him, it wasn't as though they hadn't had discussions about this before. But she knew he'd been more stressed than usual lately, working extra hours to finish a big project at work and didn't want to add any more stress to him. Though really, she thought her announcement might lead to some stress relief...
Taking one last breath for confidence, she rolled back her shoulders and smiled before walking out of the kitchen.
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Lucien was mid-sip when his wife strutted into the dining room dressed in nothing but high heels and red lingerie. The pearls he'd gifted her for their anniversary hung from her neck and ears and the sultry smile she tossed his way had him spluttering into his glass.
He forgot the delicious smell of the meal she'd prepared as his body developed a different kind of hunger and, for a moment, all he could do was stare, mouth agape. His gaze moved from her feet, up tanned legs- partially covered in red stockings- over the curve of her cocked hip, her pert breasts, to her gorgeous face-
Before he could stop it, a snort of laughter escaped him. Elain immediately pouted, her posture deflating a bit, which struck him like a blow to the heart.
Her embarrassment quickly turned to irritation as her hands perched on her hips. "I'm trying to be sexy, and you're laughing," she accused.
"You are adorable-"
She spun around in a huff, giving him a magnificent view of her ass, no doubt intending to march upstairs and put on the most concealing clothes she owned just to punish him. Leaning forward, he quickly snatched her hand and pulled her back towards him. She went willingly, still pouting even as he maneuvered her to straddle his lap.
"Trust me, my love, I greatly appreciate the outfit," he assured her, giving her a pointed look up and down her body, lingering on where the pearls hung between her breasts.
Elain blushed prettily, her arms wound around his neck, her fingers delving into his hair and massaging the nape of his neck. He almost groaned and rolled his eyes back in pleasure but kept his focus on his wife.
"Then why are you laughing?" she asked, jutting out her lower lip.
Resisting the urge to take that pouty lip between his teeth, he smirked. "Because you have sauce on your face- and your chest."
Gasping, she jerked back slightly and made to swipe it away but he caught her hands before she could. "Allow me."
Taking his napkin from he table, he cupped the back of her head to hold her still as he gently wiped away the reddish smear on her cheek before ducking his head to drag his tongue over the small droplets on her chest. He groaned, both at the taste of the herby red wine sauce and the way she gasped and arched into him.
Grinning, he claimed her mouth in a quick kiss. "Delicious," he crooned. Again, that pretty blush he adored so much.
She smiled back at him, seeming satisfied both with his explanation -and apology for his laughter, and his appreciation for her surprise. He was grateful when her fingers resumed their work in his hair.
He allowed himself a moment to indulge in her touch, his own hands wandering aimlessly over her body, before asking, "So, what's the occasion that called for my favorite meal and a half naked wife?" Pulling back, he gave her a mock frown. "Should I be worried?"
Inexplicably, her siren's smile shifted into something more... hesitant. "Not- worried exactly..."
He lifted a brow at that. "What then?"
Nibbling on her lip for a moment, she finally blurted- "Iwannahaveababy!"
Lucien blinked for a moment as he mentally parsed out what she had attempted to say. When it finally hit him, he stilled, staring at her intently. "You're ready? Are you sure?" He tried not to let his growing excitement get the better of him in case he'd misunderstood.
They had talked about children many times over the years but had decided to put them off after they married while they both focused on their respective careers. Neither wanted to add the extra burden of children until they were fully ready. But, after watching many of the friends and family begin expanding their own families... Lucien was beginning to yearn for it.
She nodded, smiling shyly. "I think we're both in a good place now. We've been married a few years, we're stable and settled... I know we've talked about it before, but it's been a while..."
Before she finished speaking, Lucien was nodding enthusiastically. "Yes. Absolutely, a hundred times, yes."
Elain perked up. "Really?"
"Absolutely." Lucien glanced down at her flat belly, running his hands over the delicate curves as he imagined them expanding and growing with his child, their child...
His heart seemed to swell in his chest and for a moment it was hard to swallow. Elain's hands cupped his face, drawing his attention back to hers as she kissed him, the simple brush of her lips quickly turning into something heated as his mind caught up to the reason she had decided to wear the lingerie, and how exactly they might go about making that child appear...
Clutching her to him, Lucien lurched up from his seat and practically sprinted for the stairs. His wife clung tightly to him, her laughter trilling in his ear. "What are you doing? Our dinner's getting cold!"
"It's your fault for looking so gods damned sexy," he growled as he stalked for their bedroom, his fingers already working on the clasp of her bra. "I assume it can be reheated later?"
"Well, yes, of course-"
"Then it can wait. I have more important business to attend to." Tossing her on the bed, her bra now gone, Elain sat up on her elbows to watch him frantically tugging his clothes off and giggled.
"I didn't mean we had to start right this moment. I only just stopped taking my birth control this morning... which I suppose I should have waited until we talked tonight to do, but oh well..."
Lucien grinned as he nearly tore her panties off and shuffled them both up higher on the bed, ignoring the stockings, garters and heels she still wore. Something primitive in him liked the idea of taking her while she still had some clothes on, the jewels he bought her draped over her naked body...
"No time like the present."
Her giggles quickly turned to moans as he demonstrated just how excited he was to take this next step with her.
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By the time they finally made it down stairs to eat their dinner, they were both too exhausted and starved to bother putting proper clothes back on. So, they sat at the kitchen counter, Elain in Lucien's lap at his insistence, robes barely covering their nakedness as he fed them both from the same plate.
When Elain protested that she could feed herself, Lucien stated he needed to "ensure she and the baby were well cared for."
Elain laughed. "There's no baby yet," she said, accepting the last bite of roasted potatoes.
Lucien's eyes darkened. "Not yet... shall we try again?" he asked, his hand already sneaking under robe.
"You're going to run me ragged," she sighed, only half joking.
She felt him smirk against her neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. "Oh, but what fun..."
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Elucien Week, Day 7: AU
“You’re so sentimental,” Elain panted. Tendrils of her golden brown hair framed her pretty face, making her seem just a little wilder than he remembered. “You used to like that,” he reminded her -The Last of a Dying Breed by Separatist_Apologist
For the @elucienweekofficial AU prompt, @separatist-apologist and I couldn't resist putting Elain and Lucien in one of our favorite universes 🥰
@witchlingsandwyverns did an AMAZING job bringing our vision of Sith!Elain and Jedi!Lucien to life. Elain is slowly corrupting Lucien—or so she thinks. He's happy to do whatever she demands of him.
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elucienweekofficial · 9 months
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from Plant a Jasmine in the Night
by @kingofsummer93
ELUCIEN QUOTES DAY 3 — FIC 1 • 2 • 3 • 4
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elucienweekofficial · 9 months
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from Hover Corte
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ELUCIEN QUOTES DAY 3 — FIC 1 • 2 • 3 • 4
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elucienweekofficial · 9 months
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from empty true promises
by @thelovelymadone
ELUCIEN QUOTES DAY 3 — FIC 1 • 2 • 3 • 4
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