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For everyone who acts like Lucien is all soft and docile…need I remind you that in book one, when he thought Rhys was evil and might kill him with half a thought, he STILL talked back, called him a whore, SPAT at him, and threatened him with a sword. My man is so feisty.
#I LOVE HIM#Rhys was lucky to be spit on by Lucien#👏👏👏#he was dragging Rhys#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#pro lucien#sarah j maas#elucien#sjm#acowar#acomaf#acotar#pro elucien#a court of wings and ruin#a court of mist and fury#vanserra brothers#a court of frost and starlight#a court of thorns and roses#anti e/riel#anti elriel
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You know what I love about this scene and what comes after?
Lucien found out his mate, who he had never officially met, was engaged to and in love with someone else.
He wants to know if after meeting her, he should fight for a chance to be with her, to possibly put her in a position where she has to choose.
Later he does meet her but he doesn't decide that her hand is the thing worth fighting for, he decides her happiness and well being are worth fighting for.
He sees that she loves Graysen and that she's overwhelmed with sadness over the wedding that would not be taking place in a few days.
So he does not try to fight so that she might care for him instead, he does not try to "woo" her. He respects her feelings for another man.
He does however, fight for her to heal.
He fights for her mental health.
He fights for her to be happy even knowing that it's not him that she wants.
He tells them to take her to the sea, take her to some garden, to get her outside.
He asks them to have a healer look over over.
He volunteers to go on a dangerous mission proving that he sees her and believes in what she's seeing.
He does his best to help bring Elain back to life knowing full well it is not going to benefit him in the end. He's not getting something for his efforts besides knowing she'll be okay.
He fights to bring her back to life knowing she wants Graysen.
I can't think of anything more romantic than that.
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Tell me why when rhys visited the spring court for the first time in acotar he mentioned the lady of autumn THREE TIMES to try and taunt lucien. Bringing her up more than once in a span of like four minutes was already insane but it doesn’t even stop there because he continues to do it in acomaf.Stop dragging his momma into this and leave the poor woman alone what’s wrong with you 😭.
#at least his momma is alive 💆#actually so bold coming from someone with no mom#beefing with LoA and for what#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#anti rhysand#rhysand critical#lady of autumn#acotar#a court of thorns and roses
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Custody trial for Lucien begins
Feyre: I believe I deserve custody, I saved him from an abusive friend and gave him a loving home. I even got him a fiancée. I fed him, I dressed him, he goes to our most important parties. He is part of my family and the family is not abandoned.
Tamlin: Lucien should stay with me, I know I have my character problems but I saved his life from his abusive brothers, in addition to giving him care and protection.I was the one who comforted him at night when he had nightmares.
Vassa and Jurian: we are going to get married soon and we think that adopting a child.We have lived with Lucien for more than a year and we feel that we can no longer live without him
Helion: This is all ridiculous. He has my genes, he is my heir.He comes to live with me
Eris: You have been an absent father who has not paid child support for 300 years. Your Honor, it is true that our home was problematic. but it was all because of Beron, But he already died so the house is at peace. We are building a functional home and we are only missing our beautiful little brother We love Lucien, my mother, our mother misses him.
Helion: If the problem is that they miss him, I'll solve it, I'll take the cow and all the calves.
Feyre: I believe, Your Honor, that you should never consider Helion. The guy lives from orgy to orgy. It could traumatize our poor fox
Tamlin: Really, Feyre? You with that morality? You let Rhysand grope you in front of the entire court.
Lucien in a corner: You know that I have been an adult for centuries
Everyone: We don't care
Judge: Order in court!!!
#acotar#lucien vanserra#lucien#pro lucien vanserra#lucien acotar#feyre archeron#eris vanserra#vassa acotar#jurian acotar#helion acotar#tamlin acotar#eris acotar
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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷 - 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝔁
#acotar#lucien vanserra#elain archeron#elucien#pro elucien#acotar series#pro lucien vanserra#pro elain#elain x lucien#acotar elain#lucien x elain#elain acotar#lucien and elain#lucien acotar#pro lucien#fated mates#mates#elucien moodboard#acotar moodboard#lucien moodboard#elain moodboard#moodboard#spring court#autumn court
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"Elain is nothing like Jesminda!"
GOOD! I'd rather Lucien love Elain for who she is, not because she reminds him of his dead girlfriend.
#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#this is no shade to jesminda i love her#but she is DEAD#and lucien is much older and a different person now#elain archeron#pro elain archeron#elucien#pro elucien
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⟡ Princess of Dreams ⟡
Lucien x Rhys!Sister
⟡ Part 1 ⟡ Part 2 ⟡
Word Count: 3k
Summary: Following the events of the Solstice ceremony.
Warnings/Tags: smut. implied past sexual assault. fluffy romance. feyre and Rhys’ sister being besties and wanting to destroy tamlin. possible grammatical errors.
Authors Note: All likes comments and reblogs are appreciated, welcome and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for part 3! Bold italics are mental communication, regular italics are inner thoughts. (Mood Board)
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It’s hours later when the intensely bright sun had finally sunk back below the western horizon, giving me back my beautiful night sky.
There had been more countless hours of…well of not much really but it was still exhausting to be standing around all day surrounded by thousands of flowers and brightly colored streamers, watching Feyre and Tamlin greet and speak to everyone while Ianthe followed around trying to explain what happened.
The cauldron had blessed her chosen friend, she told anyone who would listen—how the sun had altered its very path to show how glad it was for her return. I would silently mock her every time she repeated those words.
There hadn’t been many interested in her tale, and the ones that were showed mild interest at best.
Feyre had stuck close to us for a majority of the time. I didn’t mind. I felt extremely protective over her. Not only as my High Lady but as my friend. I may not have access to my physical powers but I could still enter a mind in half a second and destroy someone if they dared harm her.
I’d enjoyed watching this new Feyre. How confident and sure she’d become. When the adoring fae wished to touch her hand, weep a bit over her, thank her for all she’d done she would have cringed away before. Now she openly accepted their thanks and gratitude. Thanking them and smiling as any High Lord would. Mostly genuine. Though for some, like courtiers and sentries, she put on a better show.
After six hours many retreat to freshen up.
“Tell my brother I love him.” I tell Feyre when she hugs me as she leaves. She promises to tell him for me.
Lucien and I stay, watching as lunch is cleared away and the band sets up. I would give anything to be spending this day with my family, but I was always grateful to have my mate at my side.
So when the band finally started playing and the fae around us took to the dance floor I dragged Lucien up. He hadn’t put up much of a fight—we loved dancing.
And dance we did for hours. I had even stolen Feyre away from Tamlin a few times much to his annoyance and my satisfaction.
We laughed together, spinning around the dance floor. It reminded me of myself and Mor—how we would get drunk on wine at Rita’s and dance the night away. I couldn’t wait to have nights like that with Feyre, too.
I spun her back into Tamlins arms as Lucien stole me away this time, practically begging me to come with him to eat and I realized why when I noticed Ianthe prowling around the tables.
Even she couldn’t put a damper on my mood right now. We fixed our plates and seated ourselves. More wine in our glasses as we sat tucked off away from the largest parts of the crowd—talking in hushed voices and feeding one another as if we hadn’t been mated for nearly two decades now.
Eventually I had shifted from my seat to stand behind Lucien, playing with his hair while we watched those on the dance floor become increasingly more drunk. I started braiding his hair, a taunt braid along either side of his head, curling behind his pointed ears.
“Your hair is getting so long,” I tell him, those auburn locks well past his shoulders now.
“I know,” He says, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve been thinking of cutting it—”
I gasp, drawing his attention up to me. “You better not!”
The laugh that leaves his mouth goes straight to my core. He reaches up and pulls me to bend over him so he can kiss me.
“Is that an order, Princess?” He asks against my lips and I grin.
“More like I’ll kick your ass if you do it,” I tease, kissing him again.
As I’m pulling away to go back to braiding his hair I feel eyes on us. Violet meeting teal and I bare my teeth in a wicked smile. I slide my fingers through his hair, gently pulling to tilt his head back, keeping eye contact with her as I lean down to kiss him again… stroking my tongue over his. He gasps in my mouth, reaching up to caress my head with a strong hand.
Anger lights in those eyes across the way and I grin as Lucien’s lips move to my throat, my free hand sliding around and down his chest—slipping under his shirt to feel heated skin.
I moan as he sucks on my skin, digging my nails into his chest and tightening my hand in his hair.
“Fuck,” Lucien growls, standing quickly from the chair, towering over me. “Come here.”
Then I’m being dragged away. I look over my shoulder smirking at Ianthe who is red in the face looking like she’s about to have a tantrum. She takes a step forward as if about to follow Lucien and I only to be stopped by Feyre, though I couldn’t hear what was being said before we disappeared into the thick woods.
“You’re nothing but trouble,” Lucien taunts, pushing me against a tree and attacking my mouth.
“You love it,” I gasp against his lips, reaching between us to work his pants open, ignoring the way the tree bark digs into my wings.
“Turn around,” he orders, but before I can move he’s got me spun around and pressed against the tree. “Hands.” Is his next order.
I present my wrists to him behind my back and his large hand wraps around them, pinning them to my lower back.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, Princess,” Lucien says, the sound of his buckle coming undone making me shiver. “I want you to be loud enough that she hears you.”
I moan at that. Knowing exactly who he’s talking about without saying her name. Though it’s unlikely she’ll actually hear me from this distance over the music but the thought that she might? And probably had many times is something I love. She wants him so bad—not that I blame her. But to remind her he was mine over and over, that she would never get to have him made me feral.
I’m pulled from those thoughts when the skirt of my dress is being lifted, that hand of fire trailing between my thighs, rubbing at my wetness before ripping the stocking and panties I wore beneath.
“Tell me, sweet girl, are you turned on because of me? Or because you know she knows exactly what we’re doing out here?” Lucien asks, fingers sliding through my wetness, rubbing in that perfect spot until I was weak in the knees. Only held up by his weight pushing me against the tree.
“I asked a question,” He grunts, pulling that heat away from my center.
“Both,” I gasp out in a moan, needing his hand back. “Fuck, both.”
“That’s a good girl,” He praises, hand sliding back between my thighs, rubbing at me, two fingers sliding inside.
“Oh, fuck, Lu,” I moaned. His fingers weren’t as thick or long as his cock but they felt so good filling me up, curling perfectly to find that spot that had me seeing stars.
“I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers first,” He leaned over me to breathe in my ear, careful of my wings, fingers pumping faster, “then on my cock. Then I’m gonna take you back to that party filled up. We’re going to tell everyone goodbye then I’m gonna take you home, tie you to the bed and have my godsdamn way with you.”
“Yes, please!” I cry out, clenching around his fingers, cumming entirely too easy just from the way he rubs that spot inside of me, just from the way his voice rasped against my ear.
His fingers slide from me but before I can protest I feel him press against me, pushing in, in, in until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, the back of my shoulders between my wings. I wished he had ripped the damn dress from my body so I could feel his lips against my skin.
“That could be arranged,” He purrs, reaching around to grasp my breast, not realizing I had sent that through the bond.
“Lu, please,” I begged, pushing back against him. He hisses in pleasure, nipping at my neck before straightening his spine, still holding my wrist as he pulls his hips back, thrusting all the way back in. “Yesss.”
Then he fucks me. Hard and rough.
Bent over against a tree in the middle of the forest. I let every sound imaginable fall from my lips exactly the way he ordered me to. Between the events of the day, the flirting, the unwanted looks from another and the wine I was falling over the edge easily for the second time.
He slows his thrusts, giving me only a moment to catch my breath before he’s pulling out and spinning me back around. My knees buckle and I fall to the ground directly in front of him.
“Look at my pretty girl, so fucked out she can’t even stand,” Lucien coos, grasping my chin gently to tilt my head up, sliding his thumb into my mouth. I suck on the digit, batting my eyelashes at him, watching that fire burn in his eyes.
He reaches down, grabbing me around the waist and hauls me up, lifting me easily into his arms, my dress bunching between us. My arms and legs wrap around him and I kiss him. I can’t help it.
It only takes some slight maneuvering before he’s back inside of me, my calves over his forearms as he’s thrust into me. It was always such a turn on the way he could hold me like this, so easily, as he took me.
The bond suddenly lights up with warmth and my mind goes blank as I come again.
“Fill me up. Please, cum in me, I want it.”
I can feel how close he is without him saying anything. The sounds he’s making, the feelings through the bond. I know exactly when he’s about to cum and I moan as he fills me up
“So good, that was so good, Luc.”
He moans, eyes meeting mine and I smile at him. Pushing a few strands of hair from his sweaty forehead.
He takes a few gasping breaths, holding me in his arms still, basking in the high of his orgasm. I wrap my wings around us as we stand there, providing us with some form of privacy should anyone stumble upon us.
“We should get back,” I tell him, kissing the tip of his pointed ear. Wanting nothing more than to just skip out on the goodbyes and just go back to the house.
“Just another minute,” he said breathy, one of his hands reaching to grasp my ass cheek. “Just wanna be inside of you.”
“Mm. We could just go say our goodbyes like this,” I offer, playing with the braid I put in his hair earlier. “Unfortunately that means quite a few males would see me with your cock—”
Lucien growls at that and I giggle when his eyes meet mine. “I would kill someone.”
I hum in response, kissing him.
“The thought of you killing someone simply for seeing my body shouldn’t be so sexy.”
His hearty laugh vibrates through my body—my favorite sound.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s get this over with so I can get you in my bed,” He says, slipping from my body and setting me getting on my feet, making sure I was steady before tucking himself away.
We take a few moments to collect ourselves, kissing softly between straightening the other clothes and fixing disheveled hair. Of course no one was stupid. They would scent the smell of sex on us but that didn’t mean we had to make it any more obvious.
By the time we got back the sun had been long gone from the sky, dozens of blazing fires lit the area now. I didn’t spot Ianthe anywhere but Feyre finds us within moments of us taking up a spot by the fire.
We had meant to say our goodbyes but Feyre offered me a glass of wine. Which led to another. And another. We danced with one another around the fire—Lucien taking turns spinning us around. I had no idea where Tamlin was and I honestly didn’t care.
It was when Feyre asked Lucien and I to escort her back to the manor. Being ever the gentleman he agreed. I was much more drunk than Feyre but Lucien offered an elbow to each of us, letting us hang on him as he led us back to the house.
We left Feyre at her bedroom, I giggled out a goodnight, grabbing her face and kissing her cheek. As we were turning away I tripped over my foot and giggled again.
“Luc, I’m drunk,” I said, as he grabbed my arm, wrapping it around his neck.
“Yeah, Princess, I know,” Lucien chuckled, leading me to our bedroom.
I felt so light and blissful, letting him undress me and clean me up. He pulled the pins from my hair and cleaned the makeup from my face sliding a nightgown onto my naked body.
He laid me back, pulling his comforter over my body, tucking me in tightly. “Get some sleep, sweet girl,” He smiles down at me, kissing my forehead.
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I woke up hours later to Lucien tossing and turning. Ever since the Mountain his sleep was more restless than not, dragging up traumas old and new.
My head pounded from all the wine I’d drunk but I watched his face, still peaceful despite the unease of his sleep. It was when a horrified grimace crossed his face that I took over. When I felt the bond run ice cold with fear, when I got a glimpse of that nightmare—one he’s had before, where it starts with Jesminda’s torture and right as she’s about to be executed she changes into me as Beron and Lucien’s brother’s force him to watch me be murdered.
I slip into his mind, caressing it gently, ending the dream easily before it gets to that horrid part. I crawl next to him, laying his head in my lap and carding my fingers through his hair, braiding and unbraiding pieces, scratching at his scalp gently.
Instead I show him Velaris, the life I want us to have there together, the life we always talked about.
Living in our home right on the river. Late night stroll under an endless diamond sky. A long and happy life with beautiful red headed, winged babies. All the adventures we could go on together when no longer stuck in the boundaries of the Spring Court. Having the bond declared in a ceremony, a proper wedding, going swimming in the Sidra, taking him to see Ramiel—there was so much I wanted to do with him.
We’ve had a good life together here in Spring. He had done everything to make it better for me once he realized who I was, that I was stuck here. Picnic dates by the pond, visits to farmers markets, naps under beautiful trees, drinking wine, horseback rides, festivals and gardening.
But we could have a better life. An amazing one instead of a good one and I wanted to spend it with him.
He shifts, arms wrapping around my legs, nuzzling against my thigh, pressing his lips to my tanned skin but he doesn’t wake. I lull him into a deeper sleep, thumbing away the crease between his eyebrows.
My head whips up at a sound across the hall, Feyres room. I listen carefully, hear her door open. Then there’s a gentle knock on our door. She must have had a nightmare too…maybe I should start checking in on her at night.
I gently untangle myself from Lucien’s embrace, pulling the bed sheet over his body before sliding from the bed. There’s a second knock just before I reach the door. I scanned her head to toe quick—sweaty and disheveled but not physically harmed.
“I heard you, are you okay?” I asked, stepping to the side to let her into the room, scanning the hall for any sign of trouble. There seemed to be nothing.
The room was lit mainly by the moon light and I watched her look around the room. The night gown she wore was above mid thigh but she turned around to look at me before I could question her motive.
“I had a dream about it,” she rasped thickly, “Under the Mountain. I couldn’t remember where I was.”
I nod my head in understanding. Lucien had similar dreams. I wanted to kill Amarantha all over again for what she had done. To Feyre. To Lucien. To my brother. To thousands and thousands of fae.
“What did you dream of tonight?” I asked, stepping closer to her.
“She had me spiked to the wall like Clare Beddor. And the Attor was—” She shuddered, running her hands over her face.
I walked closer to her, a frown on my face, wanting to provide her with some kind of comfort. There’s something in the house, a vibration, I feel it but before I can question it she’s thrown her arms around me. I don’t object as she buries her face against my neck, warm tears falling on my bare skin. I let out a small sigh, sliding an arm around her waist, the other caressing her head, stroking over her dark golden hair.
“I’m sorry, Feyre,” I breathed, kissing the crown of her head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
Her cries and tears eventually subside but I continued to hold her. Allowing her to take the comfort she needed from me. I pulled back slightly, caressed her face gently, wiping away the remaining tears. I looked at her, I knew she could see the concern in my eyes, but there was something else in hers, something not completely of the fear and sadness she was presenting.
“Why are you—”
“What’s going on?” Tamlin’s deep voice rumbles through the room. I turned my head slightly to look at him, he stood there face a mask of cold calm, the beginnings of claws glinting at his knuckles—looking as if he’d caught us in the middle of something naughty.
“I had a nightmare,” she explained, pulling, straightening her nightgown. I fought the urge to smile. “I-I didn’t want to wake the house.”
Tamlin knew I didn’t sleep in here most nights. Lucien either slept in my room or we slept separately, so in his eyes Feyre had to have been seeking out the comfort of Lucien after her nightmare.
He just stood there staring at us. Eyes glancing at Lucien before looking at me with narrowed eyes, a glare that I returned. His mouth tightened into a thin line and I nearly snarled at him—those claws still half drawn.
“I had a nightmare,” Feyre repeated sharply, walking forward to grip Tamlin’s arm, turning him but he looked back at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked at him as she led him from the room closing the door.
“You little shit, your lucky Lucien wasn’t awake, Tamlin would’ve killed him,” I told her crawling back in bed with my mate.
“I wouldn’t let that happen. I needed to plant some kind of doubt in his mind. You seemed to do the trick though,” Feyre’s answer came five minutes later, laughter in her voice.
“You should have told me I would have kissed you right in front of him,” I teased back, sliding under the sheet, cuddling up to that warm body.
“Next time,” Is her response, a mental image of her winking and blowing me a kiss followed.
I laughed out loud.
“What’s going on?” Lucien asks, a slight frown on his face at being woken suddenly.
I grinned, kissing his chest.
“Nothing, my love. Go back to sleep,” I whispered, easily slipping into his mind to lull him back to sleep.
I grinned to myself.
“Burn it down, Feyre” I told her. “Burn it all down.”
Fuck Tamlin. And fuck the Spring Court.
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#the way I’m obsessing over my own story#I’m already considering a prequel of sorts from the beginning of the first book#BUT#Feyre and Rhys’ sister is one of my fav relationships so far#they’re just so fun#yes I have that Lucien scene to Rhys’ sister#tamlins jealous self would definitely think they were about to get down and dirty together in their tiny night gowns#lucien vanserra#lucien vanssera x reader#lucien fanfic#pro lucien vanserra#Princess of dreams
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Syrena & Philip from On Stranger Tides are just Elain & Lucien in a different font.
(lol can you guys tell what my recent obsession is?)
anywayssss
#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#pro elain archeron#pro elucien#elucien#acotar#acotar ships#on stranger tides#pirates of the caribbean#philip and syrena#syrena and philip#syrena on stranger tides
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I DON'T CARE which book is next in acotar!
Elucien or gwynriel whatever!
If you CARE then sit down and wait stop crying like a baby that one of the couples will come before.
I THINK it's elucien but if it's gwynriel I'm not going to throw a tantrum and vice versa (duh bc I want elucien too)
With that being said Eluciens book has to be next.
I mean I heard someone say that Gwynriels will be next bc elucien needs more development but I feel like I want to see that development in their book.
All the CURRENT acotar plots leads to Elucien.
1.Beron/Autumn court
2.Eris/HL role
3.Helion/day court/spell cleaver/father!
4.Vassa/human lands
5.koschei/queens
6.Tamlin/ally/Spring court
7.Lucien HL role
8.Elain (seer)
And I think their is also a lot of plots for Gwynriel but all of those above are current conflict in the series which has been talked about for quite some time. Sarah will tackle these first with Elucien.
Im sorry we can't just pause to these plots. They need to happen.
Plots to Gwynriel?....
1.Ramiel
2.Gwydion and narben
3.Autumn court heritage/river nymph ancestry
4.''other worlds''
5.Valkyries
6.illyrian conflict
7.Merril......
lmk if I'm forgetting smth
Anyways I don't care which comes first but Elucien makes way more sense!
Im actually hoping it is a tandem read like EOS and TOD. It makes sense low-key. That Gwynriels book takes place in the Night court and Eluciens book in the spring court.
I say spring court because I think it will be highly relevant. Because Lucien has to be ''permanently stationed at the spring court'' is pretty telling.
#pro elucien#pro gwynriel#pro Lucien vanserra#pro lucien#pro elain archeron#pro elain#pro Gwyneth berdara#pro gwyn#pro azriel#Azriel shadowsinger
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Day 6: Fairy-tale [Rapunzel au]
The Golden Lord in the tower
Art found on @forestoffairytales page.
@tamlinweek
His eyes cracked open with the first light of dawn, flinching at its intensity. He pulled himself to his feet, cracking his neck and spine. Last night had been… eventful, if the trails of blood and pile of bones in the middle of the tower were anything to go by. The beast had certainly been ravenous last night, and if the morning spoils were anything to go by…
He looked over his shoulder, and groaned at the sight. Yards and yards of utterly filthy hair.
Wonderful.
He didn’t bother with his robe as he strode over to the clawfoot tub, snapping his fingers to conjure hot water and lavender oil. He busied himself with gathering the necessary tools as the lavender slowly began to scent the air.
Tamlin's annoyances could be easily solved with a charm or two, but there was something soothing in this ritual, of preparing the bath, and selecting his favourite oils, of being surrounded by blessedly hot water and letting his aching bones unwind.
He clambered out of the tub hours later, thoroughly drenched and warmed to the bone, his hair blessedly clean. Tamlin settled himself down on the cushion before his mirror and ran a thorough drying spell over his hair before reaching for the symphonia balanced on the small side table, turning the knob and smiling as music began to pour from the little egg-shaped device. Humming along to the music, he gathered his hair into three bunches and began to braid.
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He broke through the wall of blackened thorns, the gnarled spines snagging on his clothes and pulling at his arms. He gritted his teeth against the stinging pain, summoning fire to his palms and burning his way through.
His chest ached with every breath and the skin there burned, oozing with pus, the blisters having burst long ago. He let out a low moan, panting through gritted teeth. He could only pray to the Mother that his false trail was convincing enough to buy him enough time.
You’re almost there. Just a bit farther, you’re almost through.
Once he crossed over into Spring, he would be able to find sanctuary there.
He swung his arms wildly, and the thorns crumbled to dust underneath his flaming palms. Suddenly, a great tower came into view in the near distance, but it was far enough that now with his injuries, the thought of crossing the tall, knotted grasses to reach the tower made his legs quiver.
It was tall and round, made from grey stone with an arching window. There were long, deep slashes in the stone all up the height of the tower, as if carved there by a giant beast. For a moment he simply stared, then he shook himself from his daze and ran closer, his hands running around and around the wall of the tower, and yet finding no entrance. Again, round and round he went, each time hoping desperately that a magical entrance might make itself visible to him.
No such luck. The tower remained impassive towards his frenzied searching. His heart plummeted to his stomach and he cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting up at the tower window.
“HELLO?! HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!”
He sank to the grass, panting. There was no use trying to climb the tower. His entire body sang with pain, and his eyes were slowly fluttering shut. He was going to die here.
With a soft thwump! a rope tumbled out of the window and landed by his side. It was as thick as his arm and tied in a loop, so that he could sit himself within and be pulled up comfortably.
“Thank-you,” he croaked, turning his face upwards towards the fading sun. “Thank- you.”
He clambered onto the rope loop and tugged on it twice. Immediately, he was being lifted upwards. Lucien took the opportunity to rest his head against the rope, nestling his cheek into the soft fibres. Blearily, he thought to himself that it seemed as though the rope were made of gold.
He cleared the window and tumbled through, landing on cool stone. His head pounded uncontrollably. Footsteps came closer towards him, and he turned his head to thank his rescuer, but his eyes were growing heavy, and the last thing he could see as his vision began to fade was a hand reaching out to him.
He woke with a start, and he winced at the sudden movement. Lucien looked down at himself, and saw a clean, white bandage wrapped around his chest. A clear, crisp scent came from the bandages, and he guessed that whoever had treated his burns had used essence of Calma Lily. He blinked again, finally coming to as he reached his arms up in a stretch, only to find that he couldn’t.
He was bound to a plush armchair, and the rope hat held fast to him was not rope at all, but a thick braid of golden hair.
“Mother above.” He whispered.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.” A voice came from nowhere, followed by a shuffling noise. Then Lucien yelped as a figure leapt down from the ceiling beams, landing just before him with a light thud.
His vivid green eyes lighted on Lucien, lips turning up into a smile.
“I'm Tamlin. Are you feeling alright?”
“Uh… My name is Lucien…”
Lucien’s rescuer was barefoot, his muscular body clothed in a simple linen shirt and dark green trousers. His hair was long and golden, and gleamed in the daylight. It was braided in a long rope that wound around the tower room before wrapping around Lucien and his chair.
“What the fuck is happening?” he asked aloud, more to himself than anything.
“Ah,” Tamlin winced, “Yes. I’m sorry that I had to restrain you. I didn’t know how you would react once you awoke. You were… quite fitful in your recovery. But the healing draughts and poultices worked well, and your burns should be healed by now.”
Lucien murmured his thanks, “How long have I been asleep?”
“Four days and four nights. You had quite a fever.”
“Fuck. Did I… say anything while I was sleeping?”
“No.”
Tamlin’s green eyes were bright with curiosity. Lucien could tell that he was trying to figure out what had happened to him, how he had come to be here with burns all across his chest and a fever riding his heels.
“Well,” he began, “Thank you for allowing me refuge in your tower, and thank you for healing my burns and allowing me to rest here, but if you could… let me loose?” he wriggled his hands for emphasis.
“Yes, well. About that.” Tamlin stepped closer to him, hands locked behind his back.
A flare of panic jolted down Lucien’s spine.
This was it. This had all been a trap. His father’s men were circling the tower right now, ready to bring him back to the Autumn Court. He prayed for a swift execution, but he knew his father too well to put too much hope in it.
He took another step forward and Lucien snarled, twisting his body as hard as he could to get away from him. His hands were tightly bound to the armrests, but his legs were still free to kick and thrash.
Tamlin started backwards with a swear, his green eyes widening with confusion.
“You’re fucking insane if you think I’m going back to the Autumn Court,” he seethed, “I’d rather die right here in this miserable tower.”
“What? Oh, no, no, no!” Tamlin's expression cleared and he shook his head vigorously, “No, I only meant to say that since I offered you refuge, and tended to your wounds, and healed you… you now owe me a favour?”
Lucien blinked, "A favour?" he repeated.
Tamlin nodded slowly, hands still raised between them.
"Yes, a favour. Just a favour, in return for the one I did for you."
He narrowed his eyes, still suspicious. “… What kind of favour?”
Tamlin licked his lips. “Perhaps I should start at the beginning, and tell you how I came to be here?”
He took in the other male’s hopeful expression, his body still tense.
But, if Tamlin had truly meant him harm, why would he bother to bring him up here? Why would he bother to heal him?
“Fine.” Lucien sighed tiredly.
"It's quite a long story."
Lucien snorted, waggling his bound hands. "I've got nowhere else to be." he said dryly.
Tamlin offered him a small smile, conjuring an armchair of his own.
“It started with a general from King Ennis’s army. Amarantha. She had been sent from Hybern on the King’s order as an assist for my father.
They became friends of a sort, and one day my father brought me along with him and my brothers to tour the war camps. That was the first time I’d met her, and she instantly took a liking to me.
I’d brushed off her interest at the time. After all, I was barely a grown male. But she was relentless. Years and years went by, and still she persisted. By that point, I had seen for myself her callousness, her cold nature and utter monstrosity.
It disgusted me. I wanted nothing to do with her.
I turned two hundred, and my father insisted on hosting a ball to commemorate the occasion. I protested, but he wouldn't hear it. I didn’t know why he was so insistent on the matter, but now…
She was invited, of course. Right there, in front of all the assembled guests, she asked for my hand. My father immediately agreed, but I rejected her.
I told her that she was a monster, a cruel being who killed for killings sake and who could never hope to understand the true bearings of a leader.
And so, humiliated and enraged, she cursed me.
‘You speak of monsters? Then you shall become one! Each night, you will become a hideous thing of anger, there will be no room in your heart for goodness then. This shall be the way, until the day you die!’
Then she vanished.
My father was outraged. I had humiliated his friend and ally. He would have nothing more to do with me after that, but my mother was distraught. She travelled to the Dawn Court herself and begged the High Lord to give her a cure. He gave her this.”
Tamlin held his palm out over his heart, then breathed deeply. A glowing sphere of light slowly began to emerge from his chest.
“He couldn’t give her a cure, but he could give her a loophole.
For every beast desires love,
then let it be a cure.
To save the beast,
true love’s first kiss
must freely be bequeathed.
He closed his hand back over his chest, returning the precious loophole back to it's place.
“Since that day, I have been here. The beast is too uncontrollable. I was- I am a danger to my Court. So I chose to come here, to live in this tower until the curse could be broken.
You cannot even begin to imagine how many times I have tried to leave this place, to break the curse, but it has never been possible. I would always change into the beast at nightfall, and he would always bring me back to the tower.”
Tamlin's eyes gleamed bright. “I had begun to lose hope, until you.”
Lucien’s brow furrowed. “… Me?”
“The beast fears fire. I don’t know why, but whenever a fire has been lit, I have been able to remain as fae for longer. Perhaps in its primitive mind, fire means daylight. But even then, all fires go out eventually. But you… You’re of the Autumn Court. Not only that, you’re of the High Family. You possess the power of flame.”
He fought to keep his voice measured. “I do.”
“Then you can help me!” Tamlin's chair squeaked in protest as he scooted ever closer.
“My request to you is this. Some with my on my journey. Keep a flame lit through the night to keep the beast away until daylight and help me to break my curse!”
Lucien’s head spun and he had to close his eyes for a moment. “How do you know this will work?”
“It has to,” Tamlin said determinedly, “I can’t accept any other possibility.”
Lucien shook his head. “No. I can’t. I need a safe place to hide, somewhere I can take refuge, not to go gallivanting across the Seven Courts for some half-cocked plan that you’re not even sure will work!”
“Please, I need your help.”
“Anything. Anything else, I will do it willingly. But I cannot do this. I’m sorry.”
Fear began to clench at his heart.
His brothers were still out there somewhere. Even if he’d wanted to come with him on this death-trap of a journey, he would always need to be on alert. Eris wouldn’t come after him, he somehow knew that, deep in his heart. But that still left five of their brothers, and that wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.
“Please-”
“STOP!” Lucien roared, blood pounding in his ears, “I suppose that’s the only reason that you bothered to save me, isn’t it? You peeked out of your tower, saw my hair, and saw that I was Autumn, and immediately thought of how you could use me for your own means.”
“That is not true!” Tamlin snapped back. “I saw a male in need of my care, and I acted. I pulled you to safety, and then I took care of your two hunters. Your brothers, I presume, you all have the same red hair. At least you’ll have two less to worry about from now on!”
Lucien’s brain stuttered, “You… what?”
Tamlin turned his head away stubbornly, his golden braid whipping over his shoulder.
Palms of flame, burning flesh, his own screaming, Jesminda… pain lighting across his body, running, running, tearing his skin on blackened thorns… laughter echoing behind him…
“They’re dead?”
A huffy sigh.
“They breached the thorn wall soon after you made it up here. When I went down there, I smelt the ash on their hands. The same from the burns on your chest. I took care of them.”
“I-”, he swallowed thickly. “Thank-you.”
Tamlin only nodded once.
He sighed. Well, that certainly changed things. And he had to admit, two against three sounded much more likeable than two against five. Still, he took a long while to think it over, the silence stretching between them.
“…Where do you want to go?”
Tamlin's head snapped up comedically fast.
“You’ll accompany me?”
“First, tell me where we’re headed.”
“The Night Court.”
Lucien blinked, then sighed. “Of course we are.” He made to scrub at his face wearily, but remembered that he couldn’t, and sighed again. Of all the Courts, of course they needed to go to the one on the other side of all of Prythian.
“Who in the Night Court do you seek?”
“Rhysand, son of the High Lord of Night.”
“Mother and Cauldron bless me thrice, the blows just keep coming.” Lucien groaned.
“Do you realise just how impossible this journey is going to be? It’ll take three, four days at least just to reach the Night border. Not only that, do you have any idea how you’re going to get inside? How you’re going to get an audience?”
“I suppose barging into the place and loudly declaring that I’m the third born son of Spring and wish to have an audience with the Lordling of Night isn’t what you had in mind?” Tamlin said wryly.
Lucien sighed again. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"... So..."
"I accept, and I will accompany you on this journey.”
The smile he received in answer could have lit up a thousand skies.
“You are my saviour,” Tamlin breathed.
“Yes, yes. Now could you please let me out of your hair?”
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You know, I just don't understand why e/riels are saying that the book is going to be about breaking a mating bond between Elain and Lucien. That they're going to just be perfectly fine going their own way (despite SJM saying over and over and OVER again that you can't just 'break' a mating bond. it will always be there).
They want Lucien dead so Elain can just have him out of the way and go to Azriel. Despite the fact that a dead mate would be THE WORST kind of pain she'd suffer! We saw how long it took her to get over Greysen, you think she'd just shrug off Lucien? That she wouldn't feel that ache and pain, of a part of her being gone forever? That's what you all want?
Or, they want Elain to just ignore her bond with Lucien, to sneak around with Azriel. They want for Elain to cheat on her mate, to be "Screw my mate, I want someone who isn't!" Meanwhile saying Lucien should just go with Vassa? To 'give up' on Elain just because she hasn't thrown herself at him yet. They're like "FORBIDDEN ROMANCE!"
Guys. SJM isn't writing stories of cheating mates, or stories of giving up on a mate because in the immediate moment they just don't want you. Look at the theme here! Choosing your mate. She's not going to write stories about devastating break ups. That's not her style, that's not what she's known for. Her work is known for love and destiny, about finding out that the person who is your mate, is the person you'd find yourself choosing in the end anyway. About your heart knowing something that your mind just may not be aware of yet.
That's the theme of her books. That's the kind of author she is. This is a ROMANCE novel, not a DARK/FORBIDDEN romance! If you all want dark romances, there are plenty of other authors out there for you.
SJM's writing has mates who find their way together, who find love through being together. Soul mates whos destinies are intertwined. She isn't going to give Lucien and Elain anything less than finding love with their mates, each other.
She said already, "there's a great amount Tension, healing, and growth for them to be had together." She told us they were end game, now we just need to see how.
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*KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING*
*BITING FIST*
*SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP*
your Lucien is so cute I WANNA BITE HIM AND CUDDLE HIM
PUT HIM IN A BLANKET BURRITO AND KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE BIG BAD WORLD
Djjsshwjzvsijshs
resl!!! bro deserves to be burittoed tbh!! uf you can catch him jnksdjnsfd
#fanart#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#pro lucien#lucien acotar#acowar#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acosf#pocket sized lucien#ask
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I love this excerpt, where she talks about how much fun she had writing Lucien and Feyre's friendly chemistry.
Lucien's character is unlimited in his potential, where she can take him.
He's snarky and sassy.
He's cunning and clever.
He can be gentle at times, like when he covered Feyre with his cloak while she slept, holding her after her nightmare, when he asked Elain if he could get her anything.
He's open with his own feelings; his frustration over Feyre's destruction of Spring, his sadness over the loss of Jesminda.
He's brave.
He's fair. He focuses on the needs of the many and not just the one.
It makes me excited for the chemistry I know she'll be writing for Elain and Lucien's book.
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Lucien, SIR 😩
Asking SJM to bring our sassy fox back
Release the sassiness 😭
#wandering mind#my maas wishlist#sjm give us peace#lucien vanserra#let ginger lucien be happy#let lucien live#pro lucien vanserra#pro lucien#lucien acotar#bring the sassy back
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Sketch commission for @amandapearls 💕
I just love drawing ppl in love now tbh
#art#theredcrane#digital art#fantasy#fanart#sarah j maas#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#elain x lucien#elucien#pro elain#pro lucien vanserra
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The way Lucien and Gwyn are some of the most likable and least problematic characters, and also simultaneously some of the most disliked…. all because of a ship is so crazy.
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