#lucien vanserra // interaction

[eatsbooksarchive]

currently thinking about 💭eris vanserra who does not drink, not really. eris vanserra who will have a glass of wine, maybe two, but anything beyond that is just water he has glamoured to keep up appearances. eris vanserra who does not like to be out of control of his faculties, even for a second, because when he is, those he cares about get hurt. eris vanserra who had been too-young and drunk on stolen kitchen spirits the first time he didn’t notice his father’s mounting irritation with his mother and watched her nose get bloodied over dinner. eris vanserra who had been drunk the night he refused to kill jesminda for his father; and perhaps if he had been smarter, if he had played the game better, he could have glamoured another poor soul in her stead and ferreted her away, he could have been there to do more for lucien than simply alert tamlin, he could have kept the three brothers he lost that day, two to death, one to hatred. eris vanserra who does not drink, but when he does, the harsh lines of him relax, and he smiles more, and his eyes twinkle, and color rises to his cheeks, and he looks so much like lucien that his mother cannot stand to look at him. eris vanserra who does not drink, not really.💭

[yaralulu]

you want the next acotar book because you want your ship to be canon. i want the next book because i yearn for any crumbs of tamlin and lucien interactions. we are not the same!!

[betss1256]

Helion: Guess what 🥰🤩💞Lucien???💘🎀🎉I’m your Dad💞🌈🦄🤩

Lucien: .

Lucien: ..

Lucien: ..

Lucien: fuck no

[spiritedstars]

You ever think about, as of now, if the heirs to the courts were all put together at some fancy gathering (think like the kids table at a wedding) it would literally just be Eris and Lucien babysitting Nyx?

Okay but the first thought that came to me was the song "well, he looks at me — and I look at him —and he looks at me — and I look at himmm" with Lucien and Eris looking at baby Nyx and then at each other.

Eris squints at Nyx, who is sitting there with his big, beautiful eyes watching the two of them, then turns to Lucien, his expression flat. "They did this on purpose so we could babysit their spawn, didn't they?"

Lucien, who already knows this is the plan, pulls out the baby bag Feyre just so happens to have 'forgotten' by the door full of Nyx's things. "Yup."

It was a very productive meeting. Nyx's babbling decided the new trade laws, and the three of them ended up taking a much-needed nap.

[bluiela]

Tell me why I keep seeing e/riels posting the brackets choosing between the elain scene and the nessian scene and them going "gwynriels are hate choosing nessian" "we must assemble and vote for elain, we can't let it happen" (adult women let that sink in) (these are the people some of us take seriously), "they already lost" (again let that sink in) and something along the similar lines.

Like the fact that their immediate reaction is this...hatred and stuff is honestly concerning because no karen we are normal. We have better things to give attention to and not make everything about hating... Or ships. Have you thought that maybe some people might like the nessian scene better?? Or maybe how it's literally been a couple of hours and maybe elain can still win?

[mt-jupiter]

lucien and tarquin !!! two of my faves !!!

i just think they would be really cute friends :) ( perhaps... more ? 👀 )

( can't draw either of them without corsets after reading @icey--stars's headcanons on the acotar boys in vests / corsets, thank you for this curse 💛 )

[primulagoldworthy]

The Seer

So, I've been thinking about Elain's possible abilities. They hold so much promise. A Seer could be so much more. Seers have been called oracles, prophets, shamans - and were believed to see the future, past and - That's a wild take - be able to communicate with the dead.

Aelin was able to communicate with spirits.

It certainly wouldn't come as a surprise if Elain did indeed see and even communicate with spirits.

Possibly with Papa A and her mother.

Jesminda (it would explain her awkwardness towards Lucien - thinking how she could ever compare to what they had).

And I'd love to read fanfiction about this (or Acotar 6)

[irithiadourden]

Excuse me for being greedy but:

3 Tamcien, 34 Elucien and 17 Luzriel?

Please 🙏🏻 and thank you

Of course Nony! I hope you like this.

For microstory ask game

Edit: I WAS POSTING THIS WHEN I REALIZED IT SAID TAMCIEN AND NOT TAMRIS. Sorry, I promise Tamcien in another post nony.

Tamris, I trusted you

"I trusted you!" Tamlin roared like thunder, his voice echoing off the walls of the mansion. He was furious; it wasn't hard to tell by how tense his body was, even in his beast form. Anyone else might have been frightened by the magic filling the air, the roar, or the fact that the six-foot creature was approaching so closely that its sharp fangs were visible.

Fortunately, Eris was not just anyone. He had spent a lot of time over the years sneaking away to see him, getting news about Lucien, and just spending time with Tamlin. If there was one thing he was sure of—much more than anything else—it was that the High Lord of Spring was incapable of harming him, even by accident.

"Yes, and that's exactly why you should get off your ass and go meet him tomorrow." He replied, fed up with the argument.

"No." Tamlin was so close that his breath tickled his face.

"Can I talk to the High Lord and not Spring's beast?" Eris asked suspisciously calm. Something inside Tamlin told him it was a trap; he clearly hadn't won the discussion and was just delaying the inevitable.

With a sigh of resignation, followed by the scent of petrichor and wildflowers that permeated the atmosphere when he used his magic, Tamlin resumed his fae form. He was naked, as always happened when he transformed. He had never been ashamed of his nakedness, but at that moment, he felt particularly exposed. Especially since Eris gave him an unabashedly appreciative look.

"Good boy."

Okay, Tamlin was getting an erection that was impossible to disguise, and Eris was holding him in place with just his presence. He couldn't think straight under that gaze; it was like fire caressing every inch of his bare skin.

"You're not playing fair," he grumbled, trying to regain the upper hand. He was still terribly irritated with him and wasn't planning to give in just because—

"I never do." Eris reached up and tangled his fingers in Tamlin's blond hair. His grin widened when he noticed Tamlin's breathing falter. This time, it was Autumn's High Lord who closed the distance until their mouths were almost touching. "Are you going to meet with Lucien to make peace? I'm sick of seeing you two miserable."

Tamlin swallowed hard. A small part of him told him that he had fallen right into an ambush. The other part was willing to do whatever it took to taste those lips again. “All right.”

Eris smiled wickedly and finally gave him a kiss that made him forget his own name.

Luzriel, empty

He couldn't explain why, but when he turned to look at that broken expression, his chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. Lucien was always a living flame, a ray of sunshine breaking through any darkness with his courtier's manners and silver tongue. But the man before him was an empty shell, a shadow to whom he couldn't whisper to extract secrets, or coax into doing something to lift the weight of sadness.

"Train with me." Azriel threw a roll of bandages that Lucien caught in midair with ease, always graceful. He could no longer bear to watch him shut down like that. In his experience, physical exercise could work wonders for clearing one's mind.

Lucien was ready to protest but the words died on his lips when he noticed the Shadowsinger's unwavering expression. Why did he always plague his thoughts? Even his shadows seemed to entangle themselves in Lucien's hair and clothing as if seeking to hide in the darker spots where his skin was less bright. He would never admit it aloud, but he was grateful for Azriel's presence, even if he wasn't sure why.

The heir to the Day Court sighed dramatically, wrapped his fists in bandages, and rose from the couch. "Where are we going to train, in the living room? I'm sure Feyre told Cassian that if he broke another one of his precious chandeliers, she would forbid him from entering.” Without realizing it, Lucien had been following Azriel as he spoke. He just noticed they were outside at the entrance.

"No, we're going to the House of Wind."

“Do I have to remind you that I can't winnow there?” Lucien rolled his eyes.

Azriel said nothing, merely stretching out his arms and giving him a look that was a mixture of amusement and defiance. The last time they went to that place, the Shadowsinger had taken him there. He wanted to say no, but the grin, as if to say, "What? You don't dare?" nagged at his pride.

So, with his head held high, Lucien reached over and let Azriel lift him off the ground, without blinking—and without breathing, if he was being honest. His arms instinctively closed around Azriel's neck. If either of them noticed how fast their hearts were beating, they said nothing.

Elucien, bauble

The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon cookies flooded the house, and Lucien took a deep breath, filling himself with the delicious fragrance that brought back happy childhood memories. His mother used to sneak into the kitchen to prepare them, and now Eris was making them with Azriel's help.

This meant that his mate was free of cooking duties. However, he couldn't find her in the gardens or their room, so he reached into his chest for the connection they shared. The bond guided him to where Elain was tiptoeing, trying to put one last bauble on the winter solstice tree.

Lucien being the perfect gentleman, reached over, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her a few inches so she could settle the ornament.

"Lu!" she complained but the fondness in her voice was evident.

His mate smiled mischievously, and when he set her feet back on the floor, he pulled her close to his chest. Lucien began to leave kisses on her temple, cheeks, and nose, finally reaching her lips. Her giggles were a melody that echoed in his heart and brought him pure joy.

"You are a menace, Lucien Vanserra." She scolded him affectionately, her gaze sparkling.

Lucien gave her another kiss until she was breathless.

"But I am yours, Elain Vanserra."

At his words Elain's smile lit up like the sun, bathing him in warmth that seeped into his bones.

I had to google what a bauble was.

Ps: please, if you send an ask, make it a number other than 2, 3, 7, 10, 13, 15, 17, 24, 25, 26, 28, 33, 34, 41, 43 or 47.

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for lucien vanserra!! ( @lcngliive )

"you look very handsome, lucien. though i'm surprised you'd willingly wear a mask again, after everything that happened in the spring court." she wouldn't have faulted her son if he'd never wanted to touch one again in his life, honestly.

[girlwhohasjams]

As someone who is new to the acotar Fandom and just recently joined with expectations of sm love and fun in theorizing the unknown and loving the characters...I'm soo disappointed and heartbroken to find sm hate in the circle..like😭

Why do people want to judge sm??

The stories and the character, no matter how fictional, aren't meant to be perfect..

They love fiercely, make mistakes, learn from their mistakes, improve, try to live and lead their best lives, sacrifice, teach and just fill your heart with so much..

Can't we simply love the story? The character arcs? The growth, personal and non-personal?

The point isn't how perfect or imperfect everything is but to experience with the characters and their stories..to go through the highs and lows with them, to learn from them and with them, to grow with them and to love with them..

Okay it is fine if you do not agree with or like certain things, you are allowed to have opinions, but they can be expressed nicely..that's the part where we're learning and experiencing growth..

You do not like something, express your dislike for it and a solution or alternative but what's up with the hate like bruh😭 it's leading Noone to nowhere!

That's so immature😭

Hating on the character? Like what's that gonna do for you? Erase it? Have the author change it out?

Simply don't think about the book book then, don't read, keep it away, stay away if you don't like it..

Why do you have so much space, time and energy to hate, when the good things can be loved? And I don't mean turning a blind eye to other happenings and living in a bubble, experience all of it and decide about situations and persons and feel but why ruin the love others are sharing and experiencing?

It is a story, a happening, an episode, and the author means to send a message through it, not necessarily glorify it.

The author just doesn't give personal opinions and expresses through the character's pov instead..ensuring every angle is looked upon..

And the shipping wars omfg😫

Guys, opinionated theorizing is fine but can. We. Just. Be. Better. About. It?

The character doesn't puppet on your instructions, they will progress how they wanna..

What I want to say is..doesn't just relaxing and experiencing and accepting whatever is happening (if it's good for the character and theirs) sound lovely? Like, experience it how they are and feel with them, as them..

Like I can hope these two end up together or such happens with such person but at the end I will be happy for them however if they are at a good place in the story..bcs they are..and if that doesn't happen I can just wish and be sad about it..going about spreading hate about it isn't gonna make shit better 😭

P.S - also your opinions should have a rational base with logic and reasoning 😭 just because you want something to happen doesn't mean you can force it into happening, make it make sense too, with a please 😭you can't simply be twisting and turning things when you want them in your favor and start turning them back if they don't progress to😭😭😭😭😭😭

[yaralulu]

rumors about feyre and lucien fucking being a real thing in prythian is probably the funniest thing to ever happen in these books. like why is this a real line 😭😭.

[betss1256]

Why does no one ever talk about Lucien and Feyre’s dad meeting. Like what in the crazy crossover was this????

Lucien: ur actually not a bad dad. mine had my ex killed and made me watch, but idk man you seem pretty chill.

Papa Archeron: thanks

Lucien: …

Papa Archeron: …

Lucien: so your daughter is my mate—

[lavendaers]

@lcngliive ruhn danaan for lucien vanserra

"at least there are still places to drink." ruhn admitted as he reached for the tankard of what the person had called ale. "i'll take it."

[mcrcki]

she knew she was staring for too long in one place, her mind reeling as she heard lucien walking around, heard him calling out to her and yet elain remained unmoving. it wasn't until he was in her line of sight, cutting off her focus on the spot in the wall that her eyes had been so trained on that she finally looked up at him, hands shaking. "i'm scared, lucien."

@lcngliive for lucien vanserra

[cthoniian]

he remembers the first time he was allowed into this city. this magical place that felt like it couldn't be real because nothing this good could survive. he'd felt like maybe it would be a place to heal, a place to grow -- but those dreams had been crushed. along with his dreams. lucien had fallen in love before, a vibrant and beautiful woman who never had made him feel anything less than chosen -- beloved. and he was content, that she was the love of his immortal life.

of course his father and brothers had other plans, and so had the cauldron. and what was left of his heart had broken. he'd never get to choose love again. he would be bound by this biological need. the desire to please a mate to the end of reason. so -- he did the least he could do, and obeyed her wishes. this meant she needed space. and he found that space dulled it too.

but when his reports were due, he came a few times a year to the court. usually avoiding any place where elain couldn't escape him easily, and definitely not sleeping in one of the lovely guest bedrooms. that meant tonight - he was at a rather skeevy looking pub in the city. it wasn't bad by any means, but it wasn't exactly rita's.

nursing a rather large tankard of supposed 'autumn' ale -- he plans on drinking enough that the table will serve as a decent pillow. his plans however are interupted by the elder sister of both his friend, and his supposed mate. nesta archeron --.

' i'm too many tankards in to exhibit the proper amount of fear -- but feel free to stare if you wish. i can actually get more pathetic if given enough time. '

lucien & nesta // @moondevoured

[wvsteria]

helion & lucien vanserra @lcngliive

helion was unsure all of what lucien knew about him. but he still wanted to be there for his son. "it's days like this, i really miss being back in the day court." he muses as he stands out in the cold.