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It was still sunny when Lucien, Elain and Jurian arrived back at the manor. A rare blue day in the Human Realm. The birdsong was sweet; the insects were humming... and Lucien was deaf to all of it. 

Ianthe – alive?  

Lucien was shaken to his soul. 

A gutless desire to lose himself to drink ran him through like a sword. He wanted to drink until he forgot her voice, her face, his shame. He’d been gifted an opportunity to kill Ianthe himself, by the thrust of his own sword, and had been denied it by his mate. But Elain wasn’t to blame, he told himself. She knew nothing of his own struggles with Ianthe. It was one secret he would not yield to her. 

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I think people who think Lucien should just turn on the charm again and go back to being the flirtatious rake we knew from book one or think he's moving on from Elain for anyone, even Vassa, seriously don't understand the "Reformed Rake" sub trope and I think a lot of them have not read enough historical romance or historical fantasy.

I think they also miss the point that the rake Lucien was in book one was a defense mechanism for him. One that he seems to have tossed to the wayside since Elain came around (reminder to self to write a post on how I think Elain has helped Lucien take his first few steps toward healing as well later).

Lucien isn't "turning on the charm" around Elain for a lot of reasons, his own personal guilt over Jesminda, probably his own (unwarranted) guilt over not being able to stop her from becoming fae and feeling like he's failed her in a similar vein to how he feels he failed Jes and his mother and everyone he cares about, feeling inadequate for her ('a whole lot of nothing' line anyone?), struggling with who he is now, his own obviously complicated feelings about Rhys and the Night Court, and (and this is a big one kids) because he sees Elain isn't in a place to try and be "woo'd" by anyone, including himself.

But one thing this doesn't point to is that he's not interested in her. Because the text very clearly shows that he is. He moved to Velaris for her. He tried to court her. He moved out of Velaris for her. He remembered the one personal thing Feyre had told him for months and used that knowledge to buy her a very touching personalized gift that he hoped would help bring her happiness. He looks at her with longing almost two years after their mate bond snapped. His first questions are generally "is Elain okay? Is she healing? What can I do to help her?". This isn't the actions of someone who isn't interested in a person outside of a "forced mate bond neither of them want anyway".

Sorry try again.

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Birds of a Feather - Day 7 (Free)

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Summary : Elain wants the bond broken, and Lucien agrees to help. They just happen to fall in love along the way <3

Note : Part VII for the last day of @elucienweekofficial <3 What an amazing event, a huge thank you to everyone who took the time to organise such a fun week!!!

The golden light of the Dawn Court kissed everything it touched. It filtered through the trees, wrapped itself around the pillars, and made Elain’s hair gleam like melted gold in the sun.

Lucien did not think he would ever stop watching her.

She was barefoot, framed between two potted plants, trailing her fingers along the heads of some pale flowers as if she were coaxing them into bloom. The earth seemed to love her, and he had no doubt it would bend to her will without complaint.

Much like him.

He leaned against the warm stone of the balcony balustrade, arms crossed over his chest, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re up to something.”

Elain turned at once, eyes too wide, smile too sweet. Her hands disappeared behind her back. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You always say that when you're definitely up to something.” 

Her dark eyes sparkled, not with mischief, but something softer. 

Hopeful. 

Her steps were unhurried as she approached, long skirts whispering against the stone, the scent of jasmine clinging to her like memory.

When she reached him, she brought out what she had been hiding. She held a small wooden plate with a thick slice of golden bread and a little dish of honey glistening like amber next to it. 

Lucien stilled. Every muscle in his body locked into place, but his heart beat harder. 

“Elain…” His voice barely left him, caught somewhere between awe and something older, deeper.

She offered no explanation at first, just stepped close enough that he could feel the quiet gravity of her. The bond hummed faintly between them. 

Elain dipped a slender finger into the honey and gently spread it over the bread. She moved slowly, with purpose. Her hands never shook. 

Lucien’s throat tightened. He knew what it meant. 

She tore the slice in half with graceful fingers and held one piece out to him. “For the bond,” she said softly.

The air shifted. That golden thread between them, which had always tugged, shimmered like it had heard her too, like it had been waiting.

Lucien reached out, his hand brushing hers as he took the bread. Heat flared at the touch, something that curled through his chest and made it hard to breathe.

Biting into it felt like swallowing sunlight. His eyes never left her as she ate her half, calm and radiant, as if this moment had always been inevitable. 

“Elain…” he said again, hoarse now, a question and an answer wrapped in one word.

She looked up at him and smiled, devastating. “I want you, Lucien. Not because of the bond. Because I love you.”

Every wall he had ever built crumbled. Every ache he had swallowed cracked wide open. He surged forward and kissed her.

Elain tasted like honey and home. 

Her lips parted beneath his without hesitation, her breath catching softly in her throat. When she melted into him, it was like gravity shifted, like the world tilted so she could fall right into place against him.

His hands found her waist, and instinct guided him. He lifted her without thinking, holding her against him as her laughter, breathless and surprised, broke between them.

“Lucien,” she gasped, legs curling around him, her hands tangling in his hair.

He grinned against her mouth, his voice a low growl. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

He kissed her harder, slower. She moaned into his mouth, and her fingers slid beneath his shirt, skimming the ridges of his torso and the old scars along his back. Her touch was gentle and possessive all at once.

When he carried her into their rooms, it was not rushed, but it was desperate. They were already tangled, already undressing each other. Elain pushed his shirt up over his head, her eyes roaming the bare skin beneath with open hunger.

Like she was reclaiming him.

He laid her down on the bed, and her hands were already tugging at her skirts, baring skin inch by aching inch. Lucien watched, mesmerised by the soft sweep of her thighs, the swell of her hips, the little breaths she took as she slowly undressed for him.

“You’ll be the end of me,” he said, voice ragged.

“You’re so dramatic,” she murmured, tossing her dress aside. 

Lucien knelt between her legs and kissed a path up her body, from her ankle, to her calf, to the inside of her knee. She shivered, arching subtly as his mouth reached her inner thigh.

“Elain,” he rasped, “you’re already soaked.”

She whimpered when his fingers slid over her, teasing the slick heat at her center. Her hips bucked, and her hand gripped the sheets as he spread her open.

Lucien lowered his mouth to her.

She gasped, her fingers flying to his hair, tangling in the strands as he began to lick slow, lazy strokes over her clit. Her hips rolled toward him, desperate and unashamed, as he licked and sucked and tasted the way she fell apart.

When he slid a finger inside her, she moaned, long and low. When he added a second, her thighs trembled, her whole body straining toward release.

“Lucien—please—”

Lucien hummed, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. 

She shattered with a cry, her body clenching around his fingers as the first wave of pleasure rolled through her. He did not stop, not until she was whimpering and twitching beneath him. 

When he finally moved up her body and kissed her again, she pulled him down on top of her, hands frantic as she tugged at his pants, pushing them off with impatient fingers. When he was bare above her, the world seemed to go still, the bond a persistent tug.

Lucien pushed into her slowly, his forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling, the bond pulsing bright and real and there between them.

He filled her completely, her body welcoming him like he belonged there. She gasped his name, and he moaned into her mouth, their bodies finding rhythm, a pace that built like fire catching dry leaves.

It was intimate. Their hands intertwined, their eyes locked, their bodies moving perfectly in sync. 

“You feel like home,” he whispered.

“Don’t be gentle,” she said, fierce and breathless.

Lucien’s restraint shattered like glass under the weight of her words. 

He thrust harder, deeper, dragging cries from her lips. Her legs wrapped around him, anchoring him in place as he moved with raw, aching need. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking rhythmically with each thrust.

She clung to him, nails scraping down his back, her lips at his jaw, whispering his name.

When he found her clit again, rubbing her in time with his hips, she broke for the second time, louder now, her whole body bowing off the bed.

Lucien groaned, the sound low as he braced himself above her, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of her head. She was still gasping, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and yet when her eyes met his, dark and wide and hungry, she gave a small, breathless order. “Don’t stop.”

“So demanding,” he murmured. His pace shifted, no longer gentle. 

Their bodies met in a rhythm that was all hunger, all ownership. His hips slammed into hers again and again, the sheets tangled beneath them. He kissed her fiercely, swallowing every sound she made as he drove into her. The bond flared white-hot between them, pulsing like a second heartbeat, alive and undeniable.

Her arms tightened around him. “Lucien—”

Her breath was ragged and desperate against his throat. He shifted his angle, hitting a spot deep inside her, one hand sliding between them to find the place where she was already slick and swollen and aching for him.

“That's it,” he rasped, leaning down to kiss her. “Come for me, Elain.”

She shattered around him again, her entire body seizing as she cried out his name. 

Her release hit him like a wave, pulling him under.

Lucien groaned and slammed into her one final time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her, her name a broken prayer on his lips, every muscle taut with the force of his release.

He did not pull away. He stayed there, buried in her, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Their foreheads touched. Their chests rose and fell in tandem.

When he finally shifted, it was only enough to lay beside her again, one hand still on her waist, the other tangled with hers.

Elain smiled, eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed.

The bond between them was more alive than ever. 

Elain traced the scar on his shoulder, her touch featherlight. Her fingers moved in slow, idle circles. His eyes fluttered shut under the tenderness of it and he held her closer. “You always touch me like I’m worth keeping.”

“You are,” she whispered. 

No hesitation. No doubt.

He let out a shaky breath and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I love you, Elain.” 

Her gaze met his, amusement in her eyes. “I know.”

The golden afternoon had softened into dusk, and the light spilling through the windows had turned a pretty rose colour. 

Eventually, Lucien rolled to his side, pulling her with him so they stayed wrapped together. Her head rested against his chest, one leg slung over his, the bond a steady, glowing pulse between them. A tether neither of them had asked for, but had instead chosen, again and again, until it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I don’t need a ceremony,” she said quietly. “Not right away. And not anything grand.”

Lucien smiled into her hair. “Just bread and honey?”

“And you,” she said, voice soft but certain.

He tilted her chin up to kiss her again, soft and lingering, less urgent, but no less consuming. His lips moved over hers as if kissing her might be the last thing he ever did.

“I’m already yours,” he whispered. “In every way that matters.”

Lucien stroked her hair as she drifted toward sleep, and just before her breathing evened out, she murmured, “I’ll always choose you.”

“I know,” he mumbled, closing his eyes. 

Lucien felt the bond between them as he fell asleep next to Elain, and it did not just settle.

It glowed.

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A Thousand Threads of Fate, Chapter 2 (Elain/Lucien)

Ship: Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra Status: In Progress (Chapter 1 of... maybe 5? That's TBD.) Rating: T Words: 3,731

Summary:

After Azriel calls their almost-kiss a mistake, Elain Archeron retreats to the safety of her room... and wakes up somewhere else entirely. Somewhere out of time, where myriad possibilities of who she is and who she could be exist. When shown all of her possible paths, which will she choose to embrace?

Read Chapter 2 here! Start at the beginning here!

Chapter snippet:

This was a vision she recognized, at least: the first time they’d met Tamlin, the High Lord of Spring, though she hadn’t known it then. “Who killed the wolf?” he demanded in a voice that shouldn’t have been able to make those sounds. Feyre stepped forward, squaring her shoulders and primed to respond, but it was Nesta’s steely voice that rang out instead:  “I did.” Elain scoffed aloud as the vision proceeded to derail itself. And to think, she finally thought she was getting somewhere. “This is just preposterous,” she muttered acidly, stepping back from the scene. But before she could turn away completely, a voice made her freeze. “This was a good one for you, you know.”

Her own voice, in a tone just as snappish as the one she’d used a few moments before. 

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The Prythian Historical Society presents: Masquerade

For @elucienweekofficial Day 7: Free day

"In those moments alone, as my fingers trace freckles from cheek to collarbone, or as I watch the way starlight dances across skin, I marvel at how one can feel such intimacy, but also such great distance." — Colin Bridgerton

We hope you have your masks and dancing shoes on for our biggest collab yet! This has been in the works for months and we hope you love it as much as we do!

Artists:

Line art and creative direction: @jadedbugart

Background, lighting effects (and sparkles): @olenvasynyt

Elucien: @works-of-heart / vaella.arts

Background dancers: @bonecarversbestie

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@elucienweekofficial Day 7: Free day

Elain and Lucien looking ritzy in the 1920s

Art by me (@clarafae)

A big thanks to @fierling for your art tips this week! 😁

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For my final post of the week I have a modern AU of Elain and Lucien ready to go to a Victorian style party. Elain snapped a photo on her phone. Thank you llibiarts (ig) for this gorgeous artwork 🧡

Art by llibiarts (ig)

Commissioned by me for @elucienweekofficial

Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

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Elucien coloring sheet for @elucienweekofficial Day 6: Growth 🌱🪻🌾

Download the coloring sheet for free here!

Contributing artists: @olenvasynyt | @goddessofwisdom18 | @bonecarversbestie | @clarafae | @climbthemountain2020 | @asnowfern | @acourtofaudacity

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Daylight

For day 5 of @elucienweekofficial.

Summary: Elain and Lucien enjoy a lazy morning together.

Inspired by the beauty that is Reverie by @bonecarversbestie. This oneshot altered my brain chemistry so much so that I found myself writing my own fanfiction of it.

Thank you @fieldofdaisiies for beta reading this, you are the sweetest.

Warning: Extreme fluff and flirt. Also, Lucien has a nipple piercing

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The first thing Elain registered as her eyes fluttered open was the sweet scent of sun-kissed oranges, mixed with an aromatic musk of cider and sandalwood. She sighed happily, knowing that the intoxicating scent surrounding her—warm, contained and comforting, could only belong to one male.

Then, she heard the surf of the ocean, the symphony of chirping birds, and the soft, resonating heartbeat of her mate. That's when she noticed the stream of golden daylight, peeking out through the white curtains of the ceiling to floor windows in their Day Court beach house, indicating that she had slept past her usual rising time.

She normally woke up during the crack of dawn to bake or cook breakfast, before proceeding to garden or do whatever her soul called for till the sun was fully out. However, it seemed like the activities of the night before had kept her up so late that she had overslept. Again .

Something that had been happening a lot since her mating frenzy had begun. And she had moved out of the Night Court, and in with Lucien. 

Not that she was complaining.

Elain blushed, remembering all the ways Lucien had made her beg for his cock the previous night, before proceeding to give it to her just how she wanted it. 

The memory had her ruffling the sheets, so she could sit up and check on her assailant, expecting the breath-taking sight she was about to be graced with. But even then, her heart still got caught in her throat as she watched him. It’s totally unfair that males get to look this perfect even in bed, she thought.

Lucien, who was still in the realms of sleep, looked so serene and happy. Eyes closed and long lashes— than any male had the right to have—twitching. 

Even with the brutal scar inflicted on him that showed nothing but resilience and confidence, he still looked unreal, like the mother had picked him out from her fairytale wishes as a youngling and delivered him straight to her doorstep. His beautiful, unbound red hair reflecting, sparks of light as the sun hit it, just right. His cruel beauty, so utterly fae. 

She wanted to kiss his face all over, again and again and again.

“Good morning, my love” She purred, not even resisting the urge as she bent down to lightly place a kiss on his right cheek, then his left—directly on his scar, before soothing her lips with his in a soft kiss.

Satiated, she was about to get up and go to the kitchen, when she felt him stir, a soft boyish smile breaking out from his mouth. 

“Come here,” Lucien whispered gruffly, pulling her back into him. His nose tracing her exposed neck, breathing in her lovely scent of jasmine and honey.

“How naughty of you to give me kisses like that, and try to escape, ”he drawled, his sleep roughened voice at her ear, causing butterflies to explode in her tummy. 

“I didn't want to disrupt your sleep.” She said, and she meant it. She wanted him well rested, always.

“Nothing is more important than waking up to the blossom that you are, not even my precious sleep,” he replied, tilting her face up so their mouths could meet in a heated kiss, that had her craving for more. 

She never thought much of how she looked first thing in the morning—with her mess of tangled curls, puffy eyes and swollen lips but he always convinced her, with just a look—that every waking moment of her day— she was the most beautiful being he had ever seen walk on the grounds of Prythain. And by the Mother, she believed him; heart, body, and soul .

Before she could fully savour his taste on her tongue, he was trailing kisses down her neck, his teeth gently scraping her skin. She whimpered at the shocking sensation, heat rushing straight to sex. 

“Are you well, my love?” He asked softly, before soothing the bite with his tongue.

Elain could only nod her head in response, dazed and confused. How he expected her to hold a conversation while he was doing those toe-curling things to her was a miracle .

She almost moaned again, when he abruptly stopped administering his kisses 

He brought their faces back together, a warm blush on his cheeks, as his glazed gaze-one russet and one gold, met her soft brown ones. The longing she knew was in her eyes reflected back in his.

Lucien nuzzled her nose. “I want to hear you say it,” he murmured., breath tickling her lips. 

That was when she fully understood the weight of the question he had asked her. It was the question he asked her every morning. And every morning, he wanted to hear her say it with her mouth– even when she visibly looked okay. As if he knew she often fell back to putting on an appearance when she thought that was what others wanted from her.

“Better now that you’re awake,” Elain breathed as she nuzzled his nose back, “I missed you.” She had wasted all those years not letting him in and now that she had, she couldn’t remember a moment where she wanted to be without him—even in her dreams.

“I was beside you all night,” he said, his voice muffled, as he resumed trailing kisses down her neck. She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Your point?” She replied dryly, fighting a smile too. 

He kissed her collarbone before resting back on the pillows, hands folded behind his head.

“My point is.” He smirked, his rare dimple just like the one his father had, made an appearance, flashing on his right cheek. “Who would have thought, all these years that Stubborn little Miss Archeron won’t be able to do a second without her mate.”

Elain narrowed her eyes at that statement, nose scrunching in the way Lucien always says looks cute, even though the look she is going for is menacing. 

She opened her mouth, about to scold his teasing, when she got sidetracked by the jump of his left pec— the one directly above the nipple piercing she had gently sucked on, the night before. Her tongue watered remembering the bite of coolness the metal left on it.

“ Distracted? ”

She looked back at his face, catching the satisfied glint in his eye. Then at his nipple, again, as the gold ring piercing on it, gleamed under the sun, escaped light. A secret that he put on for only her eyes .

“You must be so proud of yourself ?” she chided, even as she couldn’t help herself from lightly tracing around said nipple, noting the goosebumps that exploded from her touch. Noting all the things they could be doing now instead of talking.

“Look at you,” he shuddered, his tone switching from playful to reverent as his eyes gave every inch of her body a slow, possessive sweep, that had the flock of butterflies already in her stomach, running a float. 

He locked eyes with her again. “How could I not be proud?” he questioned, before drawing her closer and landing a soft kiss on her forehead. 

She hummed, pulling back, her head resting softly on the pillows. “You’re so bad for my ego.”  

“Well, your ego is not big enough for me,” he countered, stretching before standing and walking to their shared wardrobe, his delightful ass giving her a show.

When he turned, she caught a hickey on his left shoulder, and her mind flashed to how hard she bit it when she came.

Elain clenched deliciously, at the mark she left on him. She never took herself for one that would claim their partner in such a bold way, but with Lucien she was constantly discovering new things about herself.

“Yesterday was so fun,” she reminisced, stretching her hands over her head. “ If I knew you would be this fun I would have accepted the bond as soon as I felt you.” 

Lucien shot her a raised brow, chuckling. "That good, huh?” 

He picked out his undershorts, pulling them on—sadly covering her second favorite part of him. Her first being his entire face—his abs and biceps flexing. As if wearing shorts really required that much strength.

“You know I always do my best to fulfil your every desire, my lady,” he said, bowing—the courtier in him coming out to play—before sending her a wink, his russet eye glinting.

He looked so smug. So infuriatingly smug.

“You’re so insufferable,” she chastised, rolling her eyes, even as she delighted in his smugness.

“That’s not what you said last night,” Lucien shot back, picking up his white day court pants and putting it on.

Oh. Oh. He did not.

“I am a lady.” She feigned, hand on her chest, fawn eyes blinking up at him innocently. “And I don’t know what you speak of.” 

His metal eye clicked, narrowing in on her, as he zipped and buttoned up his fly. “Really, fawn eyes ? Because I vividly remember you going something like—”

“Don’t you dare,” she interrupted.

“Ohhh Lucien, you’re the best I have ever had. Please don’t stop, pleasee! ” He threw his back, moaning, ignoring her warning.

“You did not!” Elain huffed, her mouth falling open in offense. 

She was going to smack that smugness right out of him.

“Firstly, I don’t sound like that,” she corrected, crawling closer to him so she could get a good shot. 

“Secondly, you couldn’t have just let me have that one, could you?” she asked, giving him his last chance to surrender.

He cocked his head to the side as if thinking. “ Nope .”

That’s it. She picked up a nearby pillow and threw it at him. But with her luck, it only lightly grazed his shoulder.

Lucien looked behind him, at the pillow.

Looked back at her. 

And then he smirked, sinful and predatory. The look in his eye promised nothing but trouble, it made the pink silk-lace negligee she had on feel like it was on fire.

“Ouch ,” he drawled sarcastically , s talking to her in slow and deliberate movements. 

“You're going to have to pay for that , my lady. ” 

Just as the sweet sound of him calling her, my lady settled in, she realized how much delicious trouble she was in.

Elain didn’t even try to fight the inevitable, squealing as Lucien suddenly dragged her to the edge of the bed, before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

He lightly spanked her, causing Elain to let out an excited gasp as he walked out their bedroom door. 

“That’s for the pillow.”

He spanked her again. And a shiver went through her spine straight to her core.

“That’s for staring up at me with those pretty eyes expecting me not to do something about it,” he said as they passed their corridor heading down the stairs to their kitchen.

He spanked her again. “And that’s for trying to escape before I woke up to make us breakfast, even though we talked about that.”

Elain grimaced, trying not to cringe at the reminder of that one little habit that she had picked up from staying in the night court.

It wasn’t like it was anyone’s fault, but while she was there, everyone was constantly busy, trying to improve the state of Prythian — forgetting that she existed and that she could help too. 

Struggling then to grasp her powers, she felt useless. So useless, that she decided to at least do something, even if that something was in the form of baking and cooking breakfast for everyone, before the crack of dawn.

Though it wasn’t a problem,  at first . It started to become a problem when it formed into a bad habit she couldn’t quite break.

She did it, even when she was exhausted, even when she was sick, even when she didn’t want to, even when she moved out of the night court, and a rumpled sleep ridden Lucien woke up at the crack of dawn, and caught her in the kitchen, exhausted and frantic trying to put breakfast together for them. 

“My wife is not useless, if she doesn’t wake up before the sun is up to make breakfast,” he affirmed, dispelling her thoughts, as they entered the kitchen.

Wait till she finds that out herself. She thought, a warm heat curling in her lower belly as his large palms gently massaged her ass to soothe all the spanks he had bestowed.

“ Oh . She would.”

She pouted. Of course, she said that out loud.

They reached the granite counter table, and he slid her off him, her body rubbing delightfully on his, nipples pebbling as he dropped her softly with a light plop on the side stool, and walked behind the counter, rummaging through the white style cupboard.

“Now you’re going to sit back, relax, and watch me make breakfast for you ,” he told her, dropping fresh blueberries on the counter.

Elain looked at the blueberries, noting the other ingredients he was putting down, as he grabbed the flour from the cabinet below. 

He was making blueberry pancakes, she realized. Her favorite.   

“And when I serve you,” he continued, as she watched him skillfully break eggs into a pink bowl. “You're going to do that cute little dance you do when you're about to eat something you like .”

She bit her lip, resisting a smile at his commanding tone. Trying not to squirm in pleasure.

It seemed like that bad habit was going to leave her body whether her mind wanted it or not.

They made idle talk as Lucien prepared breakfast, with her stealing blueberries here and there, and him working while she eyed the flex of his biceps, veins peeking through like vines on his arms. 

And, when he was done, he served her like a queen, in his palace. The Breakfast tray he placed in front of her was beautifully decorated with the crystal amethyst vase—amongst the numerous gifts he had gotten her for her birthday on summer solstice— and filled with sunflowers. Also her favorite.

She thanked him, doing a little happy dance in her stool like he said she would. Heart bursting with overflowing love for her mate, as she dipped her finger, and brought it to her mouth to lick off the whipped cream that coated the top of the stacked pancakes on her plate.

“Anytime, dove,” Lucien replied, giving her a kiss on the mouth, tasting the whipped cream on her lips. “Delicious.” He moaned lightly, leaving her lips with a sweet, prickly feeling as he pulled away to allow her to dig into her food.

Once again, entranced, Elain’s eyes followed his form, watching his delectable ass, as he moved to his seat.

Surprising herself, she instinctively reached out and spanked him before he could sit.

Lucien froze, blushing, and she did the same, her eyes widening at the sound of the loud smack and the after effect it left on her tingling palm. 

She couldn’t believe she had just done that. But, even as the action registered, all she could feel was satisfaction. 

Now that she thought about it, she loved what she had just done. Not only was it hot, but it was the perfect payback for his mock performance of yesterday’s event.

“And that’s for trying to mimic my moans,” she mused. A smug expression on her face.

In answer, Lucien only threw his head back laughing, his laughter was so contagious that it had her immediately joining in. Both of them doubled over on their stools, laughing for what felt like hours.

When they could finally catch their breath, the first words out of Lucien’s mouth were, “ Much better. ” His eye sparkled with happiness, skin glowing like he was indeed the son of day.

That spark in his eyes, that golden glow on his skin, the fact that she could not take her eyes off him—had Elain deciding she was going to spank him back, every chance she got.

The End.

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@elucienweekofficial - Daylight 🌞✨

I write poetry occasionally, which I never share anywhere, but decided to share this one about Elucien. Hope you enjoy it :)

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@elucienweekofficial Day Five — Daylight

I have always said that Elain and Lucien are such a fairytale couple—straight out of the pages of a bedtime story. Princesses, knights and princes, dragons and horseback riding, true love’s kiss. Raise your hand if Tangled has always been such an Elucien coded film?

(I may or may not have asked Brittany to make Lucien’s butt bigger …)

ART CREDIT lumachaii

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"You're staring again."

For Day 5: Daylight of @elucienweekofficial, we are delighted to offer you a look of love that shines brighter than any sun. @separatist-apologist, @the-lonelybarricade, @ablogofsapphicpanic, and myself have asked the wonderfully talented @/ranadela_x to draw Elucien head-over-heels in love, and oh did she DELIVER.

Just look at him, completely captivated; and Elain's smug expression that just screams oh, I've got you right where I wanted 😏 A massive thank you to @/ranadela_x for this gorgeous art, and for being so genuinely amazing to work with!

Happy Elucien Week! Please do not repost ☀️

Art by: @/ranadela_x Commissioned by: @separatist-apologist, @the-lonelybarricade, @ablogofsapphicpanic, @velidewrites

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𝐸𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑘： 𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡☀️

@amandapearls @melphss and I are so thrilled to be able to share this stunning artwork!

We really wanted to show something soft, sweet, and intimate for this day. Since Elain and Lucien both love the outdoors, we thought Elucien gardening together and spending the day out in the sun would be perfect!

lamonyo (ig) Thank you so much for this gorgeous artwork of Elain and Lucien!

We are completely in love with all the colors, lighting, and stunning details. Elain and Lucien look perfect absolutely enchanting together

We love their cute little smiles and the way they're looking at eachother with such tenderness!

lamonyo it's been a joy to work with you! Thank you so much for this lovely artwork and for being so sweet during the whole process!

Commissioned by @amandapearls , @melphss & myself for @elucienweekofficial

Artist is lamonyo

Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

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@elucienweekofficial Day 5 - Daylight ☀️🌷🌸🪻🌿🦊

”What can I get you, Elain?”

”Sunshine.”

This is a collab with @clarafae who drew the beautiful lineart. ❤️

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Elucien Week Day Five

Daylight

Everyone meet the love child of~

“The gates to her mind ... Solid iron, covered in vines of flowers - or it would have been. The blossoms were all sealed, sleeping buds tucked into tangles of leaves and thorns.” and “He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be a part of this court... It sucked the life from her.”

I am very much an Elucien girly. IMO, one of the best tropes is when a character helps their love interest out of their proverbial darkness. Helps them heal. I loved, loved, loved it with Feyre and Rhys. With Nesta and Cassian. With Bryce and Hunt.

(I haven’t read TOG yet but I’m sure SJM has more couples that fall into that category)

I think we’re going to be surprised when we get Elain’s POV. I think she’s still grieving the life she thought she’d have as a human. I think she’s struggling to fully accept where she is. What she is. She needs to find a path forward. Needs her independence.

And as she said herself, she needs the sun.

I think Lucien is going to be that light for her. I think he’ll challenge her. Support her. Cherish her. The potential for their bond is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Anyways, happy Elucien week 🙂‍↔️

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@elucienweekofficial Day Five — Daylight

Stay tuned for PART TWO tomorrow! (You won’t want to miss it!)

ART CREDIT @lib-arts

COMMISSIONED BY @oristian @lovelymoonflower1

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day 5: daylight Elucien enjoying a slow morning, which will inevitably get interrupted the second Lucien plants his ass right on top of Henrietta.

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