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She’s absolutely glowing!! 💕🌸

“But Elain… The Spring Court had been made for someone like her. … Nesta would have told Elain to visit this place.”

“She would have marveled — likely wept — at the gardens I’d become so accustomed to, at the flowers in perpetual bloom at the Spring Court.”

“Her sister’s delicate scent of jasmine and honey lingered in the red-stoned hall, like a promise of spring.”

We love Elain’s many connections to spring! We’re excited to see if her journey will eventually take her to that court, where a certain emissary is stationed…

Thank you so much to the very talented yuksiiis for creating this beautiful art of Elain. She looks so radiant here, away from the shadows and into the light. We can’t wait to see her bloom 🌸

art credit yuksiiis | commissioned by me and @miseryreads

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Could it be? A rare art post from Silver. . ?

Y'all, I straight up can't do faces, so we're going with VIBES.

Kinda wanna go back in and do something more with her dress — possibly add flowers to her hair to give it something more???

It's also not cleaned up, but shhhhhh, she's pretty anyway.

Uhhhhhh don't steal or repost as your own, or I'll come for your kneecaps with vengeance unheard of in this mortal realm. . . 🙂

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This is such a beautiful portrait of Elain! Thank you so much for sharing her with us 💕

The final artwork!💐

𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 !

𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 🌷𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 🤭

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼!🍄

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This is so tender 🥹

𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷

I cannot wait to read Lucien’s and Elain’s love story and the growth and intimacy they’ll share along the way. You can support the artwork here

Thank you @amarnouille for allowing me to work with you. You’re such a kind and talented soul, and I enjoyed our little talks 💕🫶

Art by @amarnouille

Commissioned by me

@elainweekofficial late submission

All characters belong to Sarah J Maas and Bloomsbury publishing

Please do not repost without permission

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She is just so lovely! We cannot wait to see the finished piece 💕

A Work in Progress!

When I heard that Elain Archeron Week 2025 had been extended, I thought I might show a little something I've been working on, and nearly completed, of our lovely seer 🌷

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D E A R D R E A M E R S

Thank you to everyone who participated in Elain Week 2025 💕🌷

With over 160 submissions ranging from cosplays, to fanfictions, to mood boards, etc., the creativity that everyone shared was amazing! This week was so incredibly fun and engaging and that was only made possible by the incredible participants—even those who commented and shared, you are a major part of this week! We more than appreciate each and every single one of you.

For any of those who may have late submissions, we are extending the week until Friday, April 11th! The same event rules and hashtags apply to each post. After that, we are accepting Elain collaborations all year round!

We plan on hosting this event again next year March 1st-7th 2026. Stay tuned for more information later in the year! We cannot wait to see you all again 💕

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We are so glad that you continued this idea!

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day seven  :  au  &  freeday @elainweekofficial

elain feels trapped, and sees the way forward. so she travels to the ailing spring court.

tamlain・dark spring court au・m

read full story : ao3

divider : @olenvasynyt

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Her dreams were no simple dreams

—they were seeing; they whispered of a future that could be Elain's if she had the courage to grasp it. She dreamed of a feeble sun whose rays could not penetrate the clouds—of a mist that hung unrelenting over the land—of fungi that grew up from damp earth and on the ailing trees—of ivy overgrown, smothering healthy trees. Flowers wilted and decayed. No birdsong could be heard from the dark woods, no chirping of insects from the fields. No fawns or cubs or kits could be seen with their mothers.

The something Elain felt under her skin spoke to her. Formless, but it still had a voice, murmuring into her ear. Go, it said, tickling her skin with goosebumps. Take your green thumb. Bring vigor back to Spring.

She saw herself walking barefoot on the mossy ground one day; on another, wearing a white dress evocative of the trees that rained down blossoms on breezy days. She could hear baby birds in their nests; could see ducklings floating along a pond with their mother. She wore a crown of fern leaves and bishop's lace flowers.

Her head swam with all that was to be—not tomorrow or the next day, but one day soon enough if only she let it.

Elain took out pen and paper and wrote to the last male she ever thought she would write to.

He didn't answer—not the first time, or the second time, nor the third time either.

So she didn't bother to write a fourth letter. Elain saved a date in her mind. Day by day, she saved nuts, seeds, and dried fruits, too, wrapping them up in the privacy of her bedroom. The food waited in a bag at the back of her closet, along with two big flasks of water and a few of her simplest dresses. When the day came, Elain packed away the pouch that held money from her gardening services.

She wrote a different sort of letter and left it resting on her pillow.

Feyre, I left Night like you once left Spring—to go where I really belong. Your city of starlight is wonderful, but not in the least bit mine. I think I know a place that is. It needs me as I need it. Please don't worry about me; I will be all right. I have seen it. – Elain

In the dead of night, Elain crept from The High Lord and Lady's manor house, dressed from head to toe in a black dress and sheer veil—the mourning clothes she wore at her father's funeral.

She went to Nesta's favorite tavern.

It was easy enough to buy passage on an outgoing ship, though the captain had his questions.

"Are you sure, Lady?"

Elain spoke softly but with purpose, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

He raised a sun-bleached brow. "You have family there ... ?"

"No," she answered, her voice clear like the eye of a storm. She smiled a little smile to assure him she was not mad. "My destiny awaits. The woods and the fields will welcome me; the animals will protect me."

The male blinked in discomfort, rubbing the back of his sun-browned neck. "I see ... "

At dawn, Elain was shown to her cabin, and she sailed aboard the Herald of the Morning.

Winter's chill was subsiding, and spring was soon to come.

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An invitation to Elain’s garden party in the Spring Court, a submission for @elainweekofficial Day Seven — AU/Free. This was created by someone who would like to remain anonymous!

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This is such a fantastic juxtaposition! We love this 💕

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The dark spring aesthetic is everything! Incredibly haunting and introspective

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Her dreams were no simple dreams

—they were seeing; they whispered of a future that could be Elain's if she had the courage to grasp it.

She dreamed of a feeble sun whose rays could not penetrate the clouds—of a mist that hung unrelenting over the land—of fungi that grew up from damp earth and on the ailing trees—of ivy overgrown, smothering healthy trees. Flowers wilted and decayed. No birdsong could be heard from the dark woods, no chirping of insects from the fields. No fawns or cubs or kits could be seen with their mothers. The something Elain felt under her skin spoke to her. Formless, but it still had a voice, murmuring into her ear. Come, it said, tickling her skin with goosebumps. Bring your green thumb. Bring vigor back to Spring.

divider : @olenvasynyt

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This AU is amazing!! We’d love to see more 👀

he was death on two wheels and she wanted to ride

Koschei x Elain biker AU Koschei was rode like he was death itself. Vowed to give her things no one else would. She’d drown in his darkness clinging tight to each promise.

DAY SEVEN • AU and FREE DAY @elainweekofficial

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“Any sweet prophetess.” 😳 That was such an exciting chapter!!

My Soul to Take An Koschelain fanfic (NSFW)

Synopsis: When Elain gives into her desires for Koschei. He offers her something that she can’t refuse. This is part 3 of my Koschelain fanfic, I will provide links to part 1 and 2 below)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/darklove9314-blog/777042204753526784/death-and-his-maiden-a-koshelain-fanfic

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/darklove9314-blog/777467023306424320/the-seer-a-koschelain-fanfic

Darkness swept in, tangling around her as if they were in a dance, wondering who would break first.

She reveled in his kiss, giving herself over to Death as he engulfed her in his embrace, his kiss peace and tranquility while promising damming and ruinous at the same time . She drank it in as if she could not get enough.

Her legs tangled around his midsection, his damning hands on her bare back, setting her soul alight with his fire.

Their bodies tangled together, finding their rhythm as she felt the softness of the bed at her back, his body shadowing hers as she welcomed Death in.

He swept over her, the softness of his lips on her neck as she exposed her throat to him, reveling in those kisses.

Temptation greater than she had ever known consumed her as she writhed underneath him, eager for their joining as his laugh reverberated on her throat in response.

“So eager, my sweet prophetess.”

Her kisses trailed his chin, smiling in satisfaction as she heard his growl.

“Can you blame me?” She whispered in his ear, his laugh floating up to her ears.

“I suppose not.”

Her lips brushed against the shell of his ear, her hands gathering in the leathers of his tunic to pull him closer.

“Then do not make me wait.” She breathed, grasping his face between her hands as she pulled his lips to hers, colliding with the sweet euphoria of his kiss.

He matched her hungriness. His kisses insatiable as the blistering heat of his hands traveled up to her undergarments, slipping them off as her body yearned for him to take everything he wanted from her.

She had expected his cock to enter her then, she was used to most males taking their pleasure that way, but what she had not expected was for him to part her legs, hoisting both of them on his shoulders as the sweep of his tongue lapped over her clit.

She gasped, throwing her head back on the pillows as he ravished her pussy as if it was the most delectable thing he had ever had the pleasure of consuming, his tongue swirling around her clit as he dipped his the tip of it into her heat. Making her hips undulate into that touch, her body shaking from the pleasure. No make had given her pleasure such as this, but Koschei was no ordinary male.

His eyes flickered up to hers, making her feel like she was falling into the depths of them as he drew out her pleasure, his eyes never once leaving hers as she felt his clever fingers plunge into her, she barely contained her gasp.

“Do not do that.” He commanded, “do not conceal your pleasure from me. It is what I crave most in this world.”

His tongue plunged into her again, working with his fingers in tandem as his gaze never left hers, the lust and the need to consume every part of her etched on uis face as she moaned letting it reach his ears as she felt the curve of his smile before he bowed his head down to feast.

Elain could not recall a role her body had yearned for someone so much, the ache she felt between her thighs damn near unbearable as he drew out her pleasure, only to deny her of it.

“Why are you denying me?” She breathed, her voice barely a whisper,

“This is not a denial, my sweet prophetess. When your desire for me finally crashes into you, you will see how much your yearning for me consumes you.”

A curse rested upon her tongue as he added another one of his delicate, long fingers, two of them exploring her depths as his thumb stroked circles in her clit, his tongue busy brushing against any part of her he could as she cried out from the pressure building building her thighs.

A pleasure so great that she knew she would go over the edge when she finally came upon his tongue. Because she knew in the back of her mind that he would not rest until he had drawn out every orgasm that he possibly could from her,

“Please.” She begged him, a primal gasp, one she had no idea she had been capable of making, slipping out as she urged, “please. Release me from this torment.”

“You wish for your pleasure?”

“Yes.” She breathed, feeling in the cress of her orgasm. She wanted this, needed this.

He rolled them over, catching her off guard as he hoisted her up to meet the pillows, her knees on either side of his head, positioning her body so it would line up with his mouth as he answered,

“Then take it from me.”

She did not hesitate for one second, she lowered herself onto his mouth, his tongue feasting from her once more as she lost every ounce of strength she had possessed, refusing to deny herself one second of anything she truly wanted once longer as she rode his face, his tongue matching her every move as she threw her head back and lost herself.

Her orgasm rocked through her like a storm, he weathered it, flashes of visions pouring through her as if he had opened her gates.

She had saw herself, perched upon his lap on a thrown of darkness, a crown of dark blood red jewels upon her head as she was splayed across his lap, his hair wrapped around her hair, drawing out his own pleasure as he was seeking hers.

She saw them tangled in his sheets this time, her body so used to his own that she had now grown accustomed to him, not afraid to take her own pleasure.

Their lives together flashed before her eyes, a life of lust, passion, and even eventually love. She was his wife, his queen, and his everything.

The storm within her own mind threatened to consume her as he reined her in, pulling her back to him as she tipped over the edge, her organs rocking through her as she shattered underneath him.

Their breaths filled the room, the silence damn near deafening as she swore the vision of their future had flashed before his eyes as well. They glanced at each other and as if he had read the decision in her eyes, the last of his carefully curated restraint snapped.

His powerful hands grasped her hips, as she moved desperately at the same time, her true self now unleashed as her hands worked in tandem with his to undo his leathers, wanting no barrier between them as he lowered her down to position herself upon his cock. So swollen and erect that Elain couldn’t wait to take her pleasure upon it as Koschei lined his cock up to her entrance as she slammed down on his cock, both of them moaning in sweet release as he whispered at the shell of her ear.

“Now you see….how powerful we can be.”

“Shut up and take what’s yours.” She breathed as he chuckled,

“That task is yours, my sweet. Show me who you are when you become unleashed.”

She wished shame had overcame her then, wished she could have felt a morsel of contempt for this male who was supposed to be her sworn enemy , but now witnessing this Death God pleading with her to take her pleasure from underneath her, she had never felt more powerful.

She rode his cock, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as she took his cock to the shaft, his length so impressively large that she felt her body adjust for him.

She moaned, riding him as she sought out her pleasure, taking what she could as he thrusted up meeting her pleasure with his own.

He rose up, pulling her closer to him as she placed her hands on his boulders for leverage. He lowered his head catching her breast as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, making her moan from that touch.

She eagerly thrust her hips, matching his every movement as her lips met his, the kiss an explosion of every feeling she had surpresssd bursting between them, and she never wanted to let go.

She felt his release then, unleashing inside her like the beast he tried to keep at pay could no longer be contained as she gave into her most primal urges and met his release with her own. The two of them keeping their eyes on one another as they swore the world stopped between them.

Their breaths tangled together, her heart pounding in rhythm with his own as he pulled her close, the two of them collapsing upon the bed as they became a tangle of limbs, and she swore she would never know a pleasure such as this.

Her finger traced up his skin, circling his chest with her index finger as she asked,

“Was that-Was that pleasurable for you?”

She knew she must not have been his only lover, would be enough to think so when he was centuries old, but when he glanced at her, she swore he had a way of letting a female know that he was only hers.

“It was the greatest pleasure I have ever known.”

Something tugged within her then, causing her to wince as she sat up abruptly. A familiar tug at her ribs as if he was trying to-

“What is it?” Kosheci asked as Elain’s lips parted,

“My mate. He is trying to find me.”

She expected him to panic, for his temper to flare, for him to curse Lucien and the bond that him and Elain had shared, but all he did was pull her closer, a smirk on his face.

“You do not seem relieved.”

“I am not.” She confided in him, feeling enraged at Lucien for even thinking he wanted him to find her.

“II can help you. If you wish me to.”

She glanced up at him, confusion flossing through her.”

“How can you help-with him?”

He grapes he hand, placing his hand on her hip where that mating bond was still tugging as he answered.

“I can break the bond.”

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Oh, this is such a fun idea! It’s hard for us to decide—Elain can do it all! 💕

One day, Elain asks Feyre and Nesta how they pay for things. She finds out Rhys pays them for their roles in his court. Elain wants that kind of independence rather than relying on her sisters.

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This is such an intriguing concept! We cannot wait to read more!

𝔼𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖/𝔸𝕌 @elainweekofficial

Danse Macabre —

Elain Archeron is a senior university student and a ballet prodigy. Her university program is able to secure one of the most popular foreign performers to instruct their dancers in one-on-one tutoring. Koschei Lamort is ambitious, cold, and calculating...but something about Elain seems to bring this king of the stage to his knees.

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Our jaws are on the floor! We're obsessed with this gothic, romantic vampire piece!

@elainweekofficial Day Seven — AU / Free

A little Vampire AU Elucien never hurt anyone, right? The two prettiest people in Prythian sure can bring anyone and everyone to their knees—literally. (Nothing deep and introspective about this one, guys. Purely self indulgent)

ART CREDIT tattah.art

COMMISSION BY @oristian

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This is hilarious! We love finding the origins of Lucien's fox title!

Elain vs. The Animals of Spring Court

another elain fiction for her days in spring

The first time it happens, Elain doesn’t think much of it.

She’s sipping lavender tea in the garden, sunlight trickling through the canopy of wisteria vines, when a rabbit—fluffy, soft, and absurdly bold—hops right onto her lap. It twitches its nose at her, then promptly curls into a warm little ball.

“How polite,” Elain murmurs, stroking its ears. “At least you didn’t ask for an invitation.”

Lucien, lounging nearby with a book he’s not really reading, glances up with a crooked smile. “Charming. Just my luck, I bring you to Spring and the wildlife falls in love before you even learn the court’s anthem.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do courts have anthems?”

“Only the melodramatic ones,” he teases. “Tamlin wrote his. You should hear it. Lots of brooding drums and heroic horn flourishes, along with fidlle playing.”

“Very funny,” Tamlin says, strolling past them with an apple in one hand and a shovel in the other. “And for the record, my anthem slaps.”

“Like a bard with commitment issues,” Lucien mutters.

Elain hides her smile behind her teacup.

But the next day, the birds come.

Not one or two. Dozens.

They perch on her shoulders, chirp in her ears, nest in her hair like she’s some fae Snow White on steroids. Sweet, until she realizes they follow her. Relentlessly.

Lucien finds her standing in the hallway, frozen, a sparrow on her head and a bluejay nestled in the crook of her neck.

He blinks. “...Darling. Do you want me to start charging them rent?”

“They won’t leave me alone,” she says, voice tight.

Tamlin, who has taken up the habit of conveniently appearing during her mild catastrophes, strolls in with a glass of wine and an eyebrow raised. “Maybe they like your scent. You smell like rosewater and regret.”

“Excuse me?!”

“She smells like flowers,” Lucien corrects. “The regret’s probably yours.”

Tamlin snorts, settling into a chair with theatrical slouch. “Maybe you’ve been chosen.”

“Chosen for what?” Elain demands.

“To be their queen,” Lucien says immediately before tamlin says another akward weired thing, grinning as he flicks a tiny feather off her shoulder. “All hail Elain, Feathered Empress of Spring.”

“I will throw you into the pond.” that was tamlin

"are you jealous? I won't take spring from you" Elain wanted to says.

Lucien leans in, stage-whispers, “Still worth it.”

But when a massive deer appears outside her window the next morning antlers like polished ivory, eyes deep as shadow it stops being cute.

She closes the curtains.

It remains there.

Watching.

Waiting.

Following her like a massive, horned stalker.

Tamlin catches her sneaking through the servants’ corridor to avoid it and raises a brow. “He’s got taste.”

“I am not dating a deer,” Elain snaps.

Lucien, behind her, hums. “Can’t blame him. If I saw you wandering the woods in a dress like that, I’d follow you too.”

“You did follow me,” she mutters, and he winks.

That evening, the stag settles outside the window as she tries to enjoy her book.

“I think it wants to court you,” Tamlin deadpans from across the room.

Elain nearly throws her mug. “Not. Funny.”

Lucien’s lips twitch as he leans closer. “If it challenges me for you, I hope it at least brings flowers first. Or antler polish. Do stags have grooming routines?”

Tamlin lifts his glass in toast. “If it wins, I’ll officiate.”

Lucien chokes on his wine.

Elain throws a cushion. It misses, but the point is made.

"But how did it get into the manor in the first place" elain asks

"I'll tell them to strengthen the guard around the manor" tamlin says with a calm smile.

It only gets worse when the hawk arrives.

First, it drops flowers on her windowsill. Then a shiny button. Then—Elain stares in horror—a dead mouse on her breakfast plate.

“...Is this a threat?” she asks, inching back.

Lucien, without even looking up, pops a grape into his mouth. “No, darling. It’s trying to feed you. High praise from a raptor.”

Tamlin tilts his head. “You do look a bit… frail.”

Elain glares. “I am not helpless.”

“Then eat it,” Tamlin says, utterly serious.

She gasps.

Lucien nearly falls off his chair laughing.

The hawk, looking betrayed, snatches the mouse and swoops off in a huff.

She thinks that’s the end of it.

Then the wolf shows up.

Massive. White like midnight moon . Green eyes like emeralds. It appears outside her door one twilight and simply… stays. Silent. Watchful.

Elain starts talking to it. Secretly. Quietly.

And one night, after a particularly emotional day, she scratches behind its ears.

The rumble it gives? Unfairly adorable.

It’s almost cute.

Until one afternoon, as she’s out in the garden with Lucien—gathering herbs for no real reason except that it gives her an excuse to be outside—the wolf appears again.

Lucien stiffens mid-reach, blinking at the massive white shape padding silently into the clearing.

Elain turns, smiling. “Oh, there you are. I was wondering—”

“What the hell are you doing, Tamlin?” Lucien cuts in flatly, arms crossing as he stares the wolf down.

Elain blinks. “What?”

Lucien gestures lazily toward the beast. “That’s Tamlin.”

She gawks. “You’re joking.”

Lucien raises a brow. “You didn’t know? Gods, Elain, that was obvious.”

The wolf sits with an unnecessarily smug posture, tail flicking like a cat who’s just won something.

Elain’s jaw drops. “It was you the entire time?! You were the wolf?!”

The wolf blinks slowly, then shifts.

And just like that, Tamlin is sitting on the grass, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“You scratched my ears, it felt good” he says casually, clearly unbothred by being naked.

Elain lets out a strangled sound. “Why would you do that?!”

“It was funny tricking you,” Tamlin replies, completely unbothered, as if that explains everything.

Lucien sighs, muttering, “Dark Cauldron save me,” under his breath "tamlin wear some damn clothes."

Elain learned important here. Nudity was common thing between fae and especially spring, and it high lord is no exception.

Elain glares at both of them. “I hate you.”

“You think you do,” Tamlin says smugly, standing and strolling back toward the manor like he hasn’t just obliterated her sanity.

Later, when she and Lucien are alone in the shade of the veranda, she eyes him suspiciously. “Does he… do that often?”

Lucien stretches out on the bench with a lazy sigh. “All the time. Especially when people don’t recognize him and start treating him like a real animal. You should be thankful he hasn’t tried shifting you yet.”

Elain freezes. “What?! What do you mean ‘shifting me’?”

Lucien grins wickedly. “He has this… little habit of turning people into the animals he thinks they are.”

Elain’s voice is faint. “Has he—has he ever done that to you?”

Lucien goes dead silent.

Elain leans forward. “Lucien?”

He slowly, dramatically, plucks a grape from the table, pops it into his mouth, and looks away like he’s trying to make peace with the universe.

“...To what did he change you?”

Still chewing.

“Lucien.”

He groans. “A fox, alright?! For a week. I couldn't even open a door.”

Elain bursts out laughing "So this is how people started calling you a fox"

Lucien glares at her, completely betrayed. “Don’t you dare tell anyone.”

She just laughs harder.

The Spring Court may still be in process of healing.

But she thinks she might like it that way.

And with Lucien’s laughter beside her and a wolf lurking in the trees that may or may not be her new dry, sarcastic brother figure, it doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

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