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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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Elucien week: day 1 - mates
So I've never participated in this type of thing before, I've been an artist all my life but I've only recently found the courage to post my art online. I was always afraid of judgement especially because my digital art is not up to par with a lot of other very talented artists here and I'm a perfectionist.
P.S. I only started working in digital art a bit ago so if you spot mistakes, know that I'm still learning.
Anyway onto Elucien.
I've always imagined the bond as a string of light between the mates, given the way it's described in the books, so for the first day (prompt: mates) I thought I might draw them together and their bond between them.
I honestly think they're such good characters and I cannot for their book and the moment they accept the bond + their connection.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
(Please don't repost as your art or on other platforms)
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M-A-T-E-S
There are such common themes that exist for SJMs mates, especially when it comes to the Archeron sisters. From fighting fate (fighting their mates) to romantic undertones, while they have their own unique differences, all the pairings have strong similarities. There's quite a bit of tension and suffering but nothing is better when the mating bond is finally accepting and I don't doubt Elucien will be just as rewarding.
Feysand - Nessian - Elucien
“I don’t blame her,” Cassian said, shrugging despite his words. “She was—violated. Her body stopped belonging wholly to her.”
“I think she went through something terrible,” Lucien countered carefully. “And it wouldn’t hurt to have your best healer do a thorough examination.”
I hadn’t heard from Rhys in the three months I’d been here. Not a whisper
Since Winter Solstice, they’d exchanged only a handful of words. Most had been at the barge party last month. They’d consisted of: Move. Hello, Nes. Move. Gladly. After months and months of nothing, of barely seeing her at all, that had been it.
She just ignored him or barely spoke to him until he got the hint and left.
“Eat breakfast with me,” he said. There was a note in those words that made me pause. A note of what I could have sworn was desperation. Worry. I twisted, my loose clothes sliding over my shoulders, my waist. I hadn’t realized how much weight I’d lost.
Cassian said at last, “You look like you could use a few big meals, a bath, and some real clothes.”
Too thin. She must not be eating at all. How can she even stand? / “There’s a plate of biscuits. Would you like one?”
“I think we can agree that I owe you nothing, and you owe me nothing.”
She’d made it clear enough in those initial days after that last battle that she wanted nothing to do with him.
“She wants nothing to do with me.”
I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.
He knew about the drinking, about the males. He told himself he didn’t care.
He glanced at Elain, who was again studying her lap. “I’m not needed here.
Nesta had made it clear enough she had no interest in Cassian—not even in being in the same room as him.
"She has no interest in him anyway"
“Is it Nesta?” “Not everything in my life is about your sister, you know.”
“Where’s Elain?” “I am not always in this city to see my mate.”
And whatever was on my face—I think it might have been mirrored on his: the hunger and longing and surprise.
I wondered why no one had yet mentioned what now shone in Cassian’s eyes as he gazed at my sister. The sorrow. And the longing.
Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing and sadness.
I was pulled from sleep by something tugging at my middle, a thread deep inside. / But there was a thread between us, and I followed it
The golden threads shimmered and sang,
“Like you pulled on a thread tied to a rib.” / “There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us..
Rhys’s arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine. / Rhysand bellowed my name as I lost my grip on the room.
Cassian again stirred, slumping on the floor—but his hand twitched. Toward Nesta. / Cassian stirred again, his shredded wings twitching and spraying blood, his muscles quivering. At Nesta’s shouts, her raging, his eyes fluttered open, glazed and unseeing, an answer to some call in his blood, a promise he’d made her. But pain knocked him under again.
Lucien staggered a step forward as Elain was gripped between two guards and hoisted up. / “That is enough.” Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron. / Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints.
I knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male.
“My mate is engaged to a human male.”
“You are my mate! Why are you still fighting it?” She let the truth, voiced at last, wash over her. “You promised me forever on Solstice,” he said, voice breaking. “Why is one word somehow throwing you off that?” “Because with that one word, the last scrap of my humanity goes away!” She didn’t care who saw them, who heard. “With that one stupid word, I am no longer human in any way. I’m one of you!”
“I don’t want a mate. I don’t want a male.”
“What is that.” Another grin as he lifted the small, wrapped parcel. “Your Solstice present.” “I don’t want one.”
one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings.
“Give her time. Give her space. Give her the opportunity to sort through this on her own.”
“Stay out of it. She’s not ready, and neither is he, no matter how many presents he brings.”. “Let him live with his Band of Exiles. Let him deal with Tamlin in his own way. Let him figure out where he wants to be. Who he wants to be. The same goes with her.”
“So many questions tonight.” I stared at him until he sighed. “I’ve had lovers, but I never felt tempted to invite one of them to share a life with me. And I honestly think that if I’d asked, they all would have said no.”. “Marrying me means a life with a target on your back—and if there were offspring, then a life of knowing they’d be hunted from the moment they were conceived. / “I know what that look means, you bastard,” Cassian said roughly, “and it’s bullshit. She loves you—in a way I’ve never seen anybody love anyone.”
“I am not with you,” she snapped. “I am fucking you.” “The only thing fit for a bastard-born brute, right?” / “Because I was fucking jealous!” he roared, wings splaying. “You looked like a queen, and it was painfully obvious that you should be with a princeling like Eris and not a low-born nothing like me!
“I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.” And a whole lot of nothing.
My beautiful, strong, fierce mate, shackled to me—
“Well, I didn’t have a choice in being shackled to you, either.”
“To accept a life shackled to me?”
“I will never be him, act like him. He locked you up and let you wither, and die.”
“She’ll destroy herself if she stays cooped up in there.”
“She needs fresh air.” “We’ll judge what she needs.” I could have sworn his ruby hair gleamed like molten metal as his temper rose. But it faded, his russet eye fixing on me. “Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”
Every instinct in his body came roaring to the surface, so violent he
had to choke them with a brutal grip or else he’d fnd himself on his
knees, begging her for a touch, for anything.
Touch her, smell her, taste her— The instincts were a running river. He fisted his hands at his sides.
Rhysand was my mate.
“I am your mate, for fuck’s sake!” Cassian shouted, loud enough for people across the river to hear. “You are my mate!
His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
In the moonlight, before the silvered lake, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.
#elucien#pro elucien#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#elain x lucien#lucien and elain#elain and lucien#elucien week#mating bond#acotar mates#elucienweek2023
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and here it finally is; I am sooooo ready for Elucien Week 2023 @elucienweekofficial 💕
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Commissioned art by @pseudocartoonist on instagram for @elucienweekofficial Day 1: (Reluctant) Mates
So far in the series many canon interactions between Elain and Lucien have been awkward and stilted. However, there is still so much hope, curiosity, and longing in their mating bond that is yet to be explored. I wanted this piece to convey their current awkwardness and feelings of uncertainty, but all of that future hope too, and I think the artist did an amazing job!
#they just can’t help sneak a peek at each other 😏#elucien#elucien art#pro elucien#elucien week#elain x lucien#elain archeron#lucien vanserra
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elucien week🌞 - day four - courtiers
➡️headcanons
Showing up at every event as the most sharply-dressed couple, haters say “them, again?” when they walk in the room
Two genuinely smart and crafty people who can strategize and problem solve, they prefer using their brains over their bodies
Oh, you think they’re here to have a good time? Nope, they are carefully listening and observing everything that is happening…all while charming the socks off everyone they meet
Elain often takes the lead with negotiations and Lucien is happy to let her
It’s incredibly easy to open up to them because they are sociable and good natured, this makes their jobs easier
Lucien came up with a series of hand signals to use with each other if they’re stuck in sticky situations. Elain rolls her eyes but humors him every time
Parties and pleasantries are fine, but they’re running off to make out somewhere as soon as they have the information they need
Sometimes after days of non-stop smiling and schmoozing, they have to have a sassing match to get back to normal
Their home is lovingly decorated with all of the trinkets they’ve acquired during their travels
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ELUCIEN WEEK - DAY 5
NATURE Concept or MATURE (CALANMAI)
I have always believe red is Elain ´s colour…
#elucien#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#nothing says nature like CALANMAI#elucien week#🔥🔥🔥#I thought I try something different for this prompt#elucienweek2023
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Sunshine
For Day 3 of Elucien Week (Prompt: Sunshine) I decided to do a fic of Elucien set in the Day Court, Where Lucien has a surprise for Elain.
Elain glanced out the window of her and Lucien’s bedroom suite, soaking in the suns rays as she uncurled herself from their bed wondering where her mate had ran off to.
Rising from the bed, she adjusted her dress, ruffling out her lose curls as she cradled her small baby bump, the sight of it bringing a smile to her face.
she made her way to the window, glancing out of it to see where her lover had gone. She could not find him outside as she moved away from the window frowning slightly wondering where he could have gone.
“Let’s go try to find your daddy baby girl.” She smiled, making her way towards the door as she pulled it open and the servant stopped mid knock, note in her hand as he startled slightly at the sight of Elain. He had not expected her to open the door before he could knock,
“Sorry Gerald. I was looking for Lord Lucien, have you seen him?” She asked.
“I just ran into him, he told me to give you this?” He told her, handing her a hand written letter as she took it gingerly, Gerald giving a small bow as he headed down the hallway and she shut the door.
Unraveling the letter, Elain ran her hand over her mates familiar handwriting, smiling slightly to herself as she read her mate's words.
Dearest mate, meet me down by the stream where i first took you when we first arrived here, I have a surprise for you. -Lucien.
Elain felt the corners of her mouth tug up as she sat the letter to the side, and headed towards the stream where her life had forever changed.
When Elain got to the stream she found Lucien standing there, with a blindfold in his hands as Elain's eyebrows rose at the sight of it.
"Is this my surprise?" She asked gesturing to the blindfold, though it had came in handy for a few other surprises her mate had bestowed on her, she doubted this was one of those times.
"It's part of it." He smiled to her, gesturing for her to turn around.
She complied, letting Lucien place the blindfold around her eyes. She felt his body press close to hers pressing a kiss to her temple as she felt his length behind her. Perhaps it was not apart of the surprise, but she wouldn't mind if her mate ravished her right here and right now. A small growl illuminated from Lucien in response.
"That's not the surprise I was thinking about, mate, but if you would still like me to after your surprise, I wouldn't mind ravishing you by this lake afterwards." He answered pressing a kiss to her shoulder making her shiver at the thought of it.
"Looking forward to it." She responded, rubbing her backside against Lucien's erection making him growl slightly as a mischievous smile formed on her lips.
"Let's get you to your surprise before I change my mind and take you right here and right now."
"Promises, promises." She teased as her mate's fingers traveled down in response, his thumbs circling around her nipple as she leaned into his touch.
"Perhaps we have some time for something else before your surprise." He rasped out, taking her to the ground as she let out a laugh in response and reveled in her mates affection.
When they were finished, Lucien helped Elain get her dress back on as he led her by the hand to the surprise, Elain could still hear the stream as he led her down it.
She wasn't sure how long they had been walking for, but felt them stop, the stream still within her ears as she felt him untie her blindfold.
She gasped at what she saw, something that she had not seen in a while. A greenhouse stood before her, looking so nice and inviting as the sunlight hit in just right.
Her mouth hung agape as she glanced at her mate, shock coursing through her as she turned to him, a smile illuminating the beautiful features within his gaze.
"How did you-"
"I enlisted the help of my father to make sure that this was perfect for you, I figured when the baby comes you would like to have a place all to yourself or a place where you can take the baby and show them all of the plants." A place where you can always have sunshine, my father taught me how to make it do that, to keep sunlight within it, even on the cloudier days."
Elain's eyes widened as she threw her arms around Lucien, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I love it. Thank you."
"Do you wish to go inside?" He asked, the keys to the greenhouse within his hands as Elain smiled.
"I would love that.
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Feyre going to visit Elucien in the Day Court years and years from now and…
They reside in a large, but somehow very homey manor. When Feyre winnows to the entrance, she’s immediately overcome by the warm, buttery sunlight and the large sprawling garden that seems to wrap around the entire house. Various windows are open, ferns and ivy and all manner of potted greenery tumble out of them as though the home they’ve made for themselves can hardly contain Elain’s green thumb.
It’s Elain who answers the door and ushers Feyre in, and it never fails to surprise her just how much the Day Court suits her sister. Her blush pink gown is made of light, elegant fabric and cinched at her waist by a gold belt. None of the fuss of the gowns that hindered her gardening with all of the beauty of the dresses that had made her the belle of every ball.
Elain says she’s set up tea in the back garden. Lucien is at the local market with their children and will join them soon. While they sip tea among the daffodils and the daisies Elain proudly tells her sister which flowers each of her children have planted, and how poor Sorrell kills most everything he touches.
About an hour later Feyre and Elain can hear the front door open and then the excited voices of Elucien’s brood as their father leads them inside.
“My hands are sticky!”
“A tragedy for the ages, my darling. Lily, you can help Poppy wash them, can’t you? That’s my favorite eldest daughter.”
“I’m your only eldest daughter. Come along, Lily.”
“I’m still hungry, papa!”
“Of course you are, Aster, I’d expect nothing less. I bet your mother has some snacks out in the garden. Aunt Feyre should be there.”
“Papa, can you make me some soup?”
“Papa said he’d help me with the bow today!”
“Jasmine, I’ll make you soup — I know, not too hot. Sorrell, we can still do the bow but I need to get Basil into bed before Im soaked in drool.”
Feyre’s brows are high as she listens to Lucien patiently and diplomatically address each need from within the house. He may be Helion’s heir, a charming courtier and a talented emissary, but he is a natural father. Elain just sips her tea with a small smile, like the sound of Lucien interacting with their children is her favorite melody. Little Aster, who looks every bit his father, comes running out into the garden on skinny legs and tackles his Aunt Feyre with a hug before diving into the cucumber sandwiches.
One by one, everyone but baby Basil comes and visits Feyre. Sorrell and Jasmine depart to go “explore” the woods. Poppy and Lily excuse themselves to make flowers crowns. Aster has some carrots he swears are ready to pick.
Finally, Lucien joins them, and Feyre thinks to herself how much domesticity suits Lucien. The Autumn and Spring Court Attire seemed to stifle him and while the Day Court attire his father wears isn’t exactly his style either, he’s somehow found a balance that suits him. A comfortable white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and sage colored trousers tucked into riding boots, his fiery hair down but tied back at the sides. He looks dashing decked out in finery, but when Elain rises to kiss him and Feyre sees them together, she can’t imagine him in any other fashion but this. After centuries of clawing his way through darkness, he is in full bloom. Casual and stylish but practical and comfortable.
Feyre stands to embrace him, and she finds it’s hard to recall the time that there had been a wedge between them. The time they were both healing and seeing one another had only reminded them of their shared trauma. Now he plants a kiss on the top of her head and when he sits and joins them for tea, he asks all about Nyx and Andromeda.
The rest of the afternoon passes in a similar fashion with the three adults enjoying the never emptying tea pot, but every twenty minutes one of Elucien’s brood will approach the table. Each time, Lucien drops everything and leans forward to meet them at eye level. He answers every question, listens to every story. Before they resume their activities they always go to Elain for a kiss.
“You’ve both been fortunate to have been blessed with so many children,” Feyre smiles over her tea cup. “Any plans for a seventh?”
Elain sets down her tea cup and saucer with a clatter, her lips in a faint but exhausted smile as she gives her mate a knowing look. Feyre turns her attention to Lucien who grins at Elain from across the table.
“She’s cut me off,” Lucien says, russet eye glinting with amusement. “Give me a few centuries. I bet she’ll go for number seven.”
“You and your father wish,” snorts Elain.
Feyre almost balks at her sister’s flat tone, Lucien has brought out such fire in her.
“I can be very persuasive, lady…”
Elain rolls her eyes. “Oh please.”
Lucien opens his mouth to retort again, but then his metal eye whirs and his lips turn up in a wry smile. “He’s up.”
Feyre realizes that he means Basil. His metal eye somehow imparted this to him. Elain moves to stand, but Lucien is on his feet sooner, motioning for her to remain seated.
“No, enjoy your time with Feyre, lady,” he says, leaning over the table kissing the crown of her head. “I’ll see to him.”
“You’ve tended to them all day,” Elain frowns.
But Lucien is already walking backwards towards the house, rolling his sleeves up a little higher. “And I expect a substantial reward for such acts of heroism tonight.”
Feyre blinks and bites back a smile at Elain’s flushed face. Lucien disappears into the manor.
“To think,” Feyre says, unable to keep the smugness out of her tone, “there was a time I had to elbow you to get you to invite him over.”
Elain laughs softly. “I always knew it would be him. I didn’t need you to elbow me. I was just… taking my time.” She gestures to the garden, the manor. “I saw the eternity he would give me, but I wanted to wait. I wasn’t ready for all of this. For them.”
Feyre knows by ‘them’ she means their family. She doesn’t blame Elain for waiting. Her life here in the Day Court was quite an alteration to when she’d first been Made, quite the commitment. One she now loves.
“To have such certainty must’ve been a blessing and a curse,” Feyre murmurs. “But you always knew?”
Elain looks up at the second story window belonging to the nursery. “Of course. I could hear his heart.”
#Elucien week#Elucien#Lucien Vanserra#Elain archeron#Elucien fic#Elucien family#Lucien Vanserra dad#Elain archeron mom#Elucien parents#feyre Archeron
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WIP Snippet 😊
“What if you drop me?” Lucien smirked, taking the high lord’s offered hand.
“Shit floats,” Rhys crooned.
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Daylight Always Comes
It was another court function and she was there to basically be supportive. She hadn’t minded the last one she went to, to watch Nesta slip back into the tigress she was on the dance floor. How to have people eat out of her palm and be how she needed them.
She knew the main priority of this event was for Feyre and Rhysand to figure out who was on their side and who wasn’t. But she hadn’t understood why they invited people they already knew the sides too, but she soon learned they invited everyone, even Tamlin, as a show of good faith.
Her brown eyes gazed around the room and felt a little bit of disappointment and relief. Lucien wasn’t here, like he wasn’t at the last one. Or so she thought, she caught a sight of flaming red hair and his scent.
She was confused as to why he was going into that part of the neutral palace they had found and decided to use skills that her friends, Nuala and Cerridwen, were teaching her how to move with the shadows. Feyre at one point mentioned something about putting a bell on her after startling her a few times with how quiet she was walking.
Entering into the room she looked around, hugging the walls, but bumped into someone, turning her head she was expecting Lucien, but instead it was one of his brothers, not Eris, but another one. One she knew she shouldn’t really be around. Pulling back she headed for the door, but a blast of heat and flame surrounded it.
Keeping herself calm she turned and looked at him as he spoke, " Hm so you are my brother’s mate. You are technically of higher class than the other one, but you know you were human once “
Elain saw his sneer as he said human and she took account of things. She had promised to never be preyed on again, but he had those powers and she hadn’t brought a weapon with her. Without saying anything she went for the door, but his hand grabbed her. She felt as it started to warm, but a bright light shone behind her and her captor’s eyes widened some.
Turning she said, “Lucien…,” but then shook her head, it was Lucien it was Helion. “Lord Helion.”
Helion smiled and stepped into the room putting a hand on her elbow, “I’m glad one of Feyre’s sister’s remembers me. Speaking of the High Lady, she was just asking about you. Perhaps I should guide you back to the party?”
“That..that would be lovely.”
Helion turned a gaze to the Autumn prince that was there, "You best remember the rules of this event and remember whom you hunt.”
Helion turned and escorted Elain out, “And how did a fawn like yourself get ensnared there?”
Elian flushed a little, “I…I thought I saw Lucien and I don’t know. I guess It as a trap because I smelt his scent as well.”
She saw Helion smirk and she shook her head, “No it’s nothing like that.”
The High Lord chuckled, “Of course it isn’t.” His voice held a hint of amusement. “I do know you have a mating bond attached and out of all the autumn children he is the catch of them all and he has his mother’s passion for love itself.”
Elian tilted her head to the side, “Oh?”
Helion nodded, “Yes, his love was murdered in front of his own eyes by his brothers and father due to her low stature and I don’t know all of the details but somehow he got exiled to the spring Court and healed some what.”
She was quiet for a moment, “At least they loved each other no matter what. What was supposed to be a true match for me ended up not being a love match. He didn’t want me after being turned and Lucien’s..well you just talked about that tragedy.”
Helion paused for a moment and she noticed he looked toward the Lady of the Autumn Court and frowned for a bit. He hadn’t asked her why she had called him Luicen, but she had been convinced that she had seen Lucien’s face coming through the door, but it was Helion. She hadn’t noticed that they shared a few features.
She slowly was putting a few things together as he started talking again. Leading her through the crowd. “Love, true love, should be explored at least once in life. The other things are fun, but love that is your true match, not the one you had, that bastard is luckily no one from your court has killed him yet, but a love that makes you pure happy and shines a light on is worth taking a jump for. Taking that step you think about taking. That word you want to say but don’t.”
Elain blinked up at him, did he know she had done those things? Wanted to tell Lucien to be careful to not go and stay safe but didn’t?
She was about to ask but he continued to talk, “And I know mating bonds are new to you and there are some good ones and bad ones in our history, but the good ones can make you enhance the good in yourself like the High Lord and Lady of the Night. Or i can destroy you, but yours, I have a feeling isn’t a bad one to at least explore. No one says you can’t get to know your mate first and then lock it in.” </font> He chuckled, “Grant it I'm more of the lock it in and then accept type of man myself.”
Elain pondered what he said and bit her lower lip, “I get what you are saying and I believe he is trying. He helped get my father here. He, oh god he talked to my father to get him to come here. I don’t even know what my father thought of him.”
She sighed as she thought of the gifts that Lucien got her, the perfect gifts that she didn’t want because it wasn’t her choice. “I just don’t like how it’s already picked for me. And I’m still healing from everything and my power…”
He squeezed her arms some, “Let’s not talk freely about that. Not sure how many here are aware.”
Elain nodded, “What if you see an ending, a life ending event if you do accept it and don’t know if you can change that outcome?” her voice barely a whisper.
Helion paused their walk about the room and turned and looked at her, seeing the tears along her face before he wiped one away, “Then I think it’s more so to open up. Shadows can’t be whisked away in more shadow, only light. And it’ll help the heart.”
“Helion! Elain.” Feyre said in a little confused tone as she walked over to them.
“Lady Feyre, I found her like you asked and wanted to make sure she made it to you safe,” was all Helion said. “Let’s just say you might want to talk to a little wanna be High Lord about his family’s choice of amusement.”
Elain watched as her sister had a moment of confusion cover her eyes before some realization before linking her arm with Elain’s. “I appreciate you finding her and getting her back to me. I hope you are enjoying the party.”
“Oh much so. I am going to find your other sister and her mate. See if I can convince them to have some fun tonight.” He gave them both a wink before he turned and walked around. The demeanor changing so swiftly that she wondered if it was all High Lord’s powers to do so since she had seen Rhysand shift his own temperament with people.
“Elain are you okay?” Feyre asked her as she examined her.
Elain just nodded, her mind and heart a little lighter with some possibilities that she thought weren’t there. “I am. Do you know when Lucien will be returning?”
Feyre noted the light that was back in Elain’s face versus the lingering shadows that had been there and she walked her over to the rest of the court, asking her own questions.
#elain archeron#elain acotar#elainarcheron#helion#pro elucien#lucien vanserra#lucien acotar#elucien#elucien week
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Nonsense snippet?
Elain upset about her father. Lucien upset about his. A bottle of whiskey between them while they sat on the roof of Feyre and Rhys’ house avoiding the engagement celebration downstairs.
It had been one night that she wanted something for herself. Because it was Lucien. Lucien. That one thing that had been constant and beautiful and real. And hers. Even if, it turned out, he’d never thought the same of her.
“Because you left the second you could,” she said when he again remained silent. “You left and I--”
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Elucien Week: Day 7 - AU
And so we've reached the end.
I had loads of ideas for today's piece, but I ended up going with (imo) the cutest one. Sleeping beauty really gives me elucien vibes and I modeled most of Elain's clothing in my entries after Aurora.
This scene in the woods for me is just the best. Aurora with the animals singing about love and then Phillip shows up... *sigh* it's just magical.
(Can you tell it was my favorite movie as a kid before tangled came out?)
Anyway to me, it just screamed Elucien (because my babies deserve a fairytale not suffering).
So here they are.
(Please don't repost as your own art and on other platforms)
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#acotar art#elain acotar#elain archeron#elucien art#elucien week#elucienweek2023#lucien acotar#lucien spell cleaver#lucien vanserra#pro elucien
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I tend to be wordy in my posts and explanations, making sure to explain what I think the meaning behind certain lines are but it's Elucien Week and for this one, im just writing what I think are the epic Elucien lines regardless of meaning or intent at that point in the series ❤️
☀️ “That is enough.” Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron.
“Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. ☀️
☀️ Water poured forth, Lucien hoisting Elain in his arms and out of the way
but those eyes seemed to focus a bit more. “Lucien,” she said at last 🌺
☀️ Touch her, smell her, taste her—
“I need to find her.”☀️
☀️Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.
“Let me do something. About Elain☀️
🌺“I can hear your heart,”
“I’m getting my mate back.”☀️
☀️“Tell me about her—about Elain"
He couldn’t breathe as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.☀️
☀️"I felt her" A blush stained his cheek
“You could come to Velaris.” 🌺
Her eyes were the brown of a fawn’s coat. And he could have sworn something sparked in them as she met his gaze. ☀️
☀️He knew without demanding clarification that she was aware of what he was to her
"She needs fresh air.” ☀️
🌺Did not see the half step she took toward the stairs—as if she’d speak to him. Stop him.
Their gazes locked and held. ☀️
☀️the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing
“I’m fine,”, “Are you—” 🌺
☀️ his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.
Only concern for her. And … sorrow. Longing. ☀️
☀️ I’d never heard my friend’s voice so soft. So tentative and concerned.
“His name is Lucien.”🌺
☀️“Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”
“Even so,” “there will always be a … tug ☀️
☀️ Lucien is loyal—fiercely so.”
“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone 🌺
#elucien#pro elucien#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#elain x lucien#lucien and elain#mating bond#acotar mates#elucien week#elucienweek2023
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Elucien week day 7: AU
Modern Rio de Janeiro and Cyberpunk São Paulo:
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#both inspired in restaurants i have never been but i found the photos pretty#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#elucien#elucien week
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Less than 2 weeks until Elucien week!
Enjoy this WIP sketch from my lovely friend @pseudocartoonist on instagram, color version coming soon :)
#elucien#our favorite reluctant fated mates#awkwardly stealing glances in the parlor#lucien vanserra#elucien week#elain archeron#sketch#elucien art#elain x lucien#pro elucien#acotar fanart
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