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That Single Thread of Gold [ Elucien ]
Prompt: Inspired by @eospaint lovely elucien piece here. I went a little nuts in the tags of it but then couldn't contain it and had to write this little fic! I love writing elucien being caught up in their awkward feelings stage. I hope you enjoy! | AO3
He told himself it was for the best if he didn't see her this time. It was almost always awkward. Tense. Lucien could do without the stress of their uncomfortable interactions this visit; he was here to see Feyre, after all. He had given Feyre enough notice that she would inform Elain and there would be no need for them to cross paths. They had no need to see each other, especially when she had clearly never expressed the desire to see him anyway.Â
So Lucien sat and waited in Feyreâs living room, let in by one of the twins. He sat and waited and tried not to let the crumpled pieces of his stupid heart hope. Tried not to set himself up for disappointment. His fingers drummed on his knees as he glanced towards the half open door, waiting for his friend to arrive.Â
Instead, her scent flooded his senses.Â
And then she appeared in the doorway.Â
Lucien didnât know what to do with himself as she blinked at him in surprise, almost as shocked as he was that she was standing there.Â
Elain hadnât even meant to stumble into the room. She knew he was coming today â Feyre had given her the heads up but â but something about her had been different today. Today felt different and she wasnât sure why. Normally, Elain had no desire to meet him and allow herself to feel all the things she did whenever he was close. Normally, she was very good at being a coward and avoiding him.Â
But todayâŠthat tug of the bond had pulled her into the room before she could stop it or realize what was happening.
She stood by the door and blinked, then blinked again. Elain hadnât even realized he was already here.
Lucien stood immediately and as anticipated, the expected awkwardness unfurled between them, quickly followed by that strained tension.
Touch. Taste. Claim.
Lucien fisted his hands by his side and instead bowed graciously, murmuring, âMy lady.âÂ
He said nothing more as his mate watched him, a muscle flexing in his jaw at her gaze, because here she was staring at him like she had no idea what to do with him and Lucien felt heat rise in his body. He swallowed, then cleared his throat and casually said, âIâm here to see Feyre. It seems sheâs running a little late.â
âOh.â is all Elain could think to reply and a flicker of emotion passed his expression quicker than she could read it. She licked her lips, her hands fisting in the folds of her dress and Elain couldnât help but catalog every inch of him; she normally didnât allow herself to look at him for too long and Elain wasnât sure what it was this time around compelling her to take him in.Â
Was it because it had been a while since sheâd seen him? Was it the lack of sleep? Was it the thread of gold that chafed at her whenever he was in the general vicinity? He always seemed to handle himself so well around her despite what Elain had heard about the mating bond doing to males; he always handled himself so well.
She wished heâd yell at her, if only once. So she had a reason to actually avoid him. So she had a reason to resist him, to be justified in cowering.Â
But no. He was always so polite.
Realizing a few moments had passed and she hadnât said anything, Elain cleared her throat and said, âIâm not sure when Feyre will be back.â
Lucien tried not to fidget beneath her gaze despite the urge to shift on his feet. Sheâd never looked at him so directly before. It was unnerving him but Lucien didnât let himself hope. He squashed down any possible emotions he could feel and instead nodded. âI understand. Iâll take my leave then.â he said and gave her a thin smile. âShe knows where to find me.âÂ
He didnât allow himself another word and instead, took a step aiming to leave but â but then Elain took a step towards him and he froze.Â
All her senses went on high alert as Elain realized that she too had paused in that half step. A half step she had taken towards him before â long ago. Her eyes widened slightly and she watched as Lucienâs brows furrowed, his body strained as her pulse quickened beneath her skin, her heart pounding.
Lucien tilted his head, straightening, her reaction confusing him. âIs there something else I can help you with?â he asked tightly.Â
And it was Elainâs turn to swallow because she didnât know. Was there something else he could help her with? She hadnât been alone with him in â in a long while. She had made sure of it.
She went out of her way not to actively think about him, not to have him in her mind so he wouldnât follow her in her dreams the way he did anyway on so many nights. But now he was here standing in front of her and she wasn't sure what to do with him.
Her pulse was fluttering and Elain wanted to be angry with him even though none of this was really his fault. She wanted to be mean to him even though he didnât deserve it. She just wanted someone who sees how wretched she feels about it all. She wanted someone to see behind her stupid fake smiles and her distance from him. She wanted someone to understand why.
And the longer she stood staring at him, the more Lucien seemed to read her mind. That single thread of gold between themâŠhe seemed to understand the whirlwind of feelings she was battling and his expression softened for a moment. Like he really did see.
Elain almost hated that even more but she wasnât even sure why and the thought threatened to release tears she had no business showing in front of him. Her bottom lip trembled for a breath before she straightened and shook her head.
Lucien stood still for a moment then forced himself to take a step then another until he stood in front of her and slowly, held out his hand. Then waited.
Because he could feel her. He could hear her heart and Lucien couldnât stop himself from trying to bring her comfort in some way. The instincts beneath his skin wouldn't let him walk away when he knew his mate was on the verge of tears, even when Lucien had no idea if he was the reason for them.
This fae life â this mating bond had been thrust on her and the way she had been pretending to adjust since then was one of the main reasons he never pushed. He felt her confusion, her inner turmoil. He knew what it was like to swallow it all and play pretend. The least he could do was allow himself to be the guiding light through the dark for her. Even if he wasnât sure sheâd want that from him. Lucien couldnât help but offer.Â
Elain glanced down at his hand and she felt her throat tighten. They didnât touch. They rarely even stood so close. Did she want to touch him? She didnât know what his skin felt like but in her dreams â in her sleep she wondered â she felt like she knew âÂ
Before she could let herself doubt any further and even as the battle of emotions threatened to swallow her whole, Elain couldnât help but slowly, carefully slide her hand in his.Â
And it felt â it felt â
Elain felt herself take a breath. She waited for the discomfort. For the prickling anxiety that usually haunted her. For the wretchedness to snap at her heels. Â
But his hand was softer than she imagined. Strong, calloused â a warriorâs hand but â it didnât feel bad at all. It feltâŠbetter than expected. It was gentle. Warm.
She glanced at him then away, suddenly embarrassed and truly not sure what to do with herself. He was so patient and it only made her feel so much worse about herself. She owed him nothing and he owed her nothing and yetâŠ
Lucien only held out his other hand and Elain met his gaze as he gave her a small knowing smile.
Elainâs throat bobbed and even as she slid her other hand into his, she whispered, âWhy?â
The simple question seemed to make Lucienâs shoulders sag because even to Elain, her one question asked about a hundred more. Why was he still here? Why did he still try with her? Why did she hesitate to even speak with him? Why did she hide?Â
Why? Why? Why?
âBecause you looked like you needed some comfort.â he said quietly and shrugged. âAnd I know what itâs like to need a steady hand.âÂ
And it was like heâd snatched the breath from her throat.Â
Had her sisters been right about what a mating bond could do for those blessed with one? About what her mate could do for her? Was it indeed a blessing then? Had she really only been hurting herself with her distance? She had only slid her hand in his, touching him so very lightly and yetâŠwith this simple touch, Elain had found herself willing to stand in this room with him a little longer.
âA steady hand?â she repeated softly and the brush of his thumb against the back of her hand seemed involuntary.
âA steady hand and a good friend make all the difference.â he said and hoped his yearning wasnât too obvious as she met his gaze again.Â
âA good friend?â she repeated once more and the corner of his mouth lifted, the movement highlighting his scar as he nodded.
âIndeed.â
A friend.Â
The thought seemed to hit Elain so suddenly and the sheer longing of it almost overwhelmed her.Â
A friend.Â
She needed one more than she could put into words and Elain could only stare at her mate. The rapid beating of her heart seemed so loud in the silence between them but for once, it was a comfortable silence.Â
Comfortable enough that Elain found herself asking so very quietly as roses bloomed on her cheeks, âDo you happen to know any good friends available?â
His lips twitched and Lucien was sure the rapid beating of his own heart now matched hers as he answered in that same quiet tone, âI daresay, I have the perfect person in mind.âÂ
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does anyone else think these are giving nesta
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the prophecy for elain
so high school for nessian
the smallest man who ever lived for graysen
my boy only breaks his favourite toys for feylin
guilty as sin for feysand
whoâs afraid of little old me for nesta
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happy release day to all those who celebrate. the prophecy is very sansa stark coded. thatâs all I have to say right now.
#sansa stark#the prophecy#ts#the tortured poets department#the tortured poets department: the analogy#mp
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they are âpro elainâ because they can easily turn her into a blank canvas and self-insert as if she was the good old mary sue.
both they and azriel have this in common â making her into something she is not.
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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Azriel in his bonus chapterđ
artists: lucien: mftfernandez | azriel: dominiquewesson
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THIS. Lucien's mannerisms! Every time I see this, I can't help but picture Lucien Vanserra's sassy/snarky/charismatic self.
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It drives me crazy when I read that the reason Azriel's words came off wrong in his confrontation with Rhys in the bonus chapter is because he doesn't know how to express himself.
Besties.
We were in his head.
His mind where he doesn't need to verbalize his thoughts. He won't have to hide his feelings or thoughts in his head because he doesn't know readers are looking inside his head. What you read is the extent of what he thinks and feels.
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đđȘđœđźđŒ: đđ”đȘđČđ· & đđŸđŹđČđźđ· đș
My lovely friend @melphss and I were able to commission with insanely lovely art by @jjflorentina
The artist did such an incredible job showing Elain and Lucien in a sweet embrace.
@melphss thought this quote from Elain in ACOWAR reminded her of a quote from Jane Eyre so I attached both of them. I thought it was a lovely correlation.
Elain: âIt felt.. strange, like you pulled on a thread tied to a rib?â
Jane Eyre: âI have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.â
Link to Instagram post
Characters belong to Sarah J Maas
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"It felt.. strange, like you pulled on a thread tied to a rib."
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I think itâs really sad what has become of the fandom.
I joined in 2020, right before the release of ACOSF in 2021. Sure, things were heated then, too, especially with the release of ACOSF and the introduction of Gwyn. But it seemed like we were able to separate the different parts of the fandom until a few months after the release, when we (eluciens and gwynriels) were constantly fighting them (elriels and vuciens/vassiens? whatever) and it just got out of hand. Obviously, I cannot speak for the time before December 2020, but I heard it wasnât exactly paradise either.
It really frustrates me to see that even 3 years after the release things are still escalating regularly. Bullying artists, doxing people, just being nasty towards each other. I donât understand why it is so difficult for so many people to simply post and engage with only the parts of the fandom that make you happy. Why seek out negativity? Why always complain and fight? Why make peopleâs days miserable when itâs literally only about a fictional character? Like they arenât real and at the end of the day it. isnât. that. serious.
My advice for you all, especially the newcomers, is to simply block people. I have blocked and am still regularly blocking elriels who find their way to the elucien tag (also: tagging etiquette in this fandom is simply shit lol). And since I started doing that, I have felt at peace, of course only if I donât see what the other side of the fandom has been up to lol cause then it even gets me.
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HELLO EVERYBODY NEW HEADCANON JUST DROPPED
Lucien can potentially wield Lightening!
Like...hear me out!
He has fire from his mother And air from his father
Combine them and BAM!! He can wield Lightening!
It's totally possible! And logical! It makes sense!!
Sjm please please please!
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âŠit wasnât there.
That thing that rose and fell with each breath. That echoed each heartbeat. The mating bond. It wasnât there. It was gone.
Because his own chestâŠit was not moving.
Feyre and Rhys - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @carraert
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Rhys [using Daemati gifts]: Feyre darling, let me in.
Feyre [lets him in while still peacefully observing her friend Lucien]: Those strong hands...broad chest and strong shoulders...those powerful thighs...fire in his blood and fucks like it...
Rhys:
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