#day 3: adventurers

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Thank you to everyone who participated in Day 3 of Elucien Week!

We did our best to keep track of all of the tumblr contributions below, but if we missed anyone or made any mistakes please assume best intentions and kindly reach out to one of our mods! 🌸🦊

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poetry:

All the Fear and the Fire by @elliemarchetti

When Words Fail by @asnowfern

Wild Flowers by @annaskareninas

ACOWAR (Elucien's version) by @crazy-ache

Vines on a Tree by @teddyhoneybear

Oh What A Flower by @fieldofdaisiies

Adventurers by @shadowisles-writes

Take My Hand Poem by @acourtofthought

Elain's day out : Exploring Tortuga by @sonics-atelier

A Heart of Gold by @jules-writes-stories

I Dream of Rain/ I Dream of Fire by @missfckingfortune

Something About April by @starsreminisce

Long Live by @separatist-apologist

What Do You Know About Love? by @the-lonelybarricade

Pearls Part 2 by @lady-sunbeam

Karma Is My Boyfriend by @rosanna-writer

Dream a Little Dream of Me by @beesays

Elucien’s First Time by @nestagetbehindme

Elucien mini epilogue by @acourtofthought

Blooming Bonds by @booksnwriting

🎨Art:

Elucien in the crumbling ruins by @goddessofwisdom18

Wild Boy // Wild Joy by @climbthemountain2020

Lucien teaching Elain how to fish comissioned by @moonpatroclus and @cauldronblssd from artist @/ranadela_x

Elucien handkiss in the tulip fields comissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @majuandrad

Elucien in the tulip field comissioned by @kbirdie03 and @gwynrieldefenseatty from artist @mysleepyblue

Power Couple by @lily-nyx

Adventurers 🌻 comissioned by @lovelygwyneth from artist btzart_

Elucien sailing the world by @artedeabs

Elucien dancing in nature by @daliasmay

Dinner & A Show comissioned by @foxylady13 from artist @moonrosesxart

Baulder's Gate 3 Elucien comissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @velidewrites

Double Date in the Tulip Fields by @luciensdefenseattorney

DnD Elucien by @nesta-apologist

Adventurers 📜🌱 by @positivewitch

𝒜 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 comissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/oli_diart

Lucien and Elain approaching Koschei by @works-of-heart

Someone give Elain a Pegasus by @majuandrad

Elucien sitting in a tree by @stargirlie25

Adventurers by @jadedbugart

she is the sun by @evermorelore

Day III "Adventurers" by @brielyasmin

🎶Misc:

Elucien Wedding Headcanon by @wishfulimaginings

Acotar 6 Moodboard by @onlyinmymiiiind

Warrior of the Mind: Chapter III Moodboard and Exerpt by @starfall-spirit

The Clever Fox & The Lovely Fawn Moodboard by @lomlloll

Elucien Tulip Feild Headcanon, Moodboard, and Poem by @shadowqueenjude

t r a v e l Moodboard by @spore-loser

Sometimes Home Has a Heartbeat Moodboard by @iheartfjords

Adventures Across the Continent Moodboard by @lucienarcheron

Lucien's Camera Roll by @shallyne

Wherever, My Beloved Moodboard by @bookishwithathought

ELAIN AND ELUCIEN: ADVENTURES (LUNATHION'S VERSION) by @octobers-veryown

Day Court Elain Fancast by @shallyne

Tulip Fields Analysis by @olenvasynyt

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Thank you as well to everyone who coloured today's Coloring Page!

Adventurers coloring page by @sadiegirl2021

Adventurers coloring page by @yaralulu

Adventurers coloring page by @ladymidnight-goesforth

Adventurers coloring page by @tsunami-of-tears

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Header art by @laxibbeb

[goddessofwisdom18]

@elucienweekofficial Day 3, Adventurers :)

Lucien (with a braid crown, I like the forbidden short haired Lucien hehe) and Elain are hiking from their home in the capital of the Day Court down to visit the Dawn Court, and they stopped along the way to eat some of their snacks amidst the Day Court's crumbling ruins ☀️

[octobers-veryown]

Don't mind me, I only needed to see them all together after this amazing Elucienweek.

Looking forward to have some more inspo x.

[starfall-spirit]

Warrior of the Mind: Chapter III Moodboard and Exerpt

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There was nothing he yearned for more than to return home to his mate and son. Elain was the first thing he thought of when he opened his eyes each morning, Kadeem the last before he closed them to sleep. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't give—no monster he wouldn't fight to ensure he returned to them. To finally build the family he had promised Elain the night they accepted the bond.

But he could not deny his wanderlust, either. He played the courtier well, but the freedom from court was a blessing. Here on the sea there were no masks, no knives aimed for his back. Out here there were only the battles of brute force to fight. Perhaps he should be concerned by the thrill he found, facing such dangers. Especially with a mate and child waiting for him.

But it did nothing to silence the song in his blood when his blade served him his next victory.

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Chapter three is going to be the first deep dive into Lucien's POV. We'll get to see not only the side of him absolutely head over heels for Elain, desperate to return home, but also the part of him that can't deny the calling of adventure at sea.

[starlightjasminsblog]

Stunning!🌷☀️

Elucien Week Day 3: Adventures 🤍🪽

Someone give Elain a Pegasus!! This would be them exploring the Day Court ✨ @elucienweekofficial

[johnnyshrine]

★ 045 // “Vintage Valentine”

[lilybug-02]

It's the bug gang!

Bug Fact: Caterpillars have 12 eyes! Kinda. They have simple eyes called, stemmata, all along their body. Vision is very blurry.

V2 First // Next

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[delicourse]

Another year, Another lesbian pride gown moment🌸

[nat20220]

HAPPY VALENTINE 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[eudaimonia83]

But this is GORGEOUS.

When Words Fail

Summary: Elain doesn’t get out of the town house much. But on a rare occasion that she did, she runs into Lucien at a piano studio.

Rating: G

WC: 2.5k

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A/N: Happy @elucienweekofficial (aka one of the best times of the year🥰)! This was originally intended for the day 2 prompt: Golden. BUT I was in bed with a flu so you get it on day 3 instead 🤧 Enjoy ☺️

When words fail, music speaks

- Hans Christian Anderson

The city of dreamers buzzes around Elain, comes to life with energetic shouts across the streets advertising for new shows and wafts of delectable street snacks. Doe eyes widen to take them all in.

A biting wind passes her by and Elain pulls her cloak closer around her, enveloping herself entirely in the thick feathered coat. Tugging the soft hat to cover the pinked edged tips of her ears, delicate button nose twitches slightly to sniff the wondrous buttery scent.

The middle Archeron rarely leaves the confines of the town house, usually content to bide her time in the greenhouse or in the kitchens. But just for today, astounded by Feyre’s artistic depiction of the Rainbow, did it occur to her just how much of the city that she has lived in for years but still has yet to see, so much that she has yet to experience. It stokes the long dormant part of her that once dreamt of adventures on the continent. All before…

Elain shakes her head with a grimace. Tonight is not a night for dwelling. Her thoughts short-circuit when a particularly fragrant scent hits her. The edges of her lips quirk upwards as she holds herself back from bouncing towards the street stall.

She exchanges a silver coin for a rich buttery pastry, wincing as molten chocolate ganache floods her mouth from the very first bite. With a palm still cradling the hot soft pastry, she continues her way through the bustling street.

Then her feet halts in front of a plain beige unassuming building.

Despite the lively chatter of the Rainbow, the sound of light flowing keys of a piano effortlessly reaches her. She turns towards it, stuffing the remainder of her snack into her mouth and hastily swipes the crumbs away from her cheeks. Her feet move mechanically on its own accord, like a rope that has been tied around her waist and pulls her into the building.

The city noises muffle, blocked by the wooden door frame of the building entrance. Elain is able to clearly hear the melody now, muted and uncertain, supported by the gentle running chords in the lower register. A simple but melancholic beauty that tugs on her chest and pulls in the most heart twisting manner.

The music turns as she passes by door after door within the studio. The same melody returns, bright and daring. Her chin tilts upwards, chocolate brown orbs widening. At last, her feet stop. Exactly where she needs to be.

It is a cozy quaint space, barely larger than her bedroom. The room is bare save for a grand piano plonked in the middle, the walls are lined with oak panes with a full length bookshelf pushed into a corner.

A golden spotlight streams down on the pianist, gliding along long auburn hair which has been pulled back into a simple low ponytail. A featherlight caresses an all too beautiful face and neckline, accentuating the contrast of his white billowing sleeves.

He doesn’t see her, she thinks.

Not as his fingers gracefully glide up and down the midnight and ivory keys, never ceasing to stop the flow of the music. Not even the slightest hitch in its tempo.

At that moment, Elain admits quietly to herself.

He is truly the most beautiful being she has ever seen.

She doesn’t sit and neither does she linger. After the piece ends, she gives a curt nod before turning around. It is only in the safe space of her own solitude does she acknowledge the melody that is still a constant flutter in her ears, her chest, her heart.

She returns the following night at the same time.

Foolishly, maybe. She doesn’t even know how long he will be in the city, doesn’t even know if he has left. Yet as she stands, just two steps beyond the doorway, so quiet that not even the sharpest fae ears can register a sound, there is no denying the little part of her that went, oh thank the Mother he is still here.

When the piece ends, the embers in her chest are fanned by a raised eyebrow, an open challenge in the dancing flame of a russet eye. She takes a seat next to him, the bench barely long enough to fit the two of them. Close enough to feel the heat emanating between the narrow space.

She resists the urge to shudder for a different reason and lifts her hands to the keyboard.

He doesn’t rush her, sitting in patient silence as she considers the different pieces she could play. Her mind skips through numerous music, each as showy as the last, each learnt under strict tutelage with the very intention of impressing guests and suitors. She gives herself a mental smack of a head (no, that will not do, she chides) and settles for a simple folk melody from her childhood.

Perhaps it’s anticlimactic and a letdown. Perhaps it’s a peep into years past that she hasn’t shown anyone in Prythian. One that draws a quirk of lips in her peripherals that she pays no mind.

It surprises her when skilled hands join her when she plays a repeated section, effortlessly complements her with his counter melody. A smile plays on her lips in the simple joy of music. The vehicle in which they embark on their unspoken conversation. She goes up, he goes down, then they loop around. The piece stretches and reshapes into a dozen different variations.

But alas, it all comes to an end when another fae interrupts with a knock, signalling the end of the session. It shatters the spell that they have woven with black and white keys, a glass splintering into hundreds of pieces.

It is with a wry smile that they come to a stop. Elain’s hands drop from the board, her insides twisting in disappointment. Lifting her chin slightly, she sucks a breath in and asks, “Maybe another time?”

The smile that blossoms on Lucien’s face leaves her breathless. A crinkle of happiness that threatens to rip apart the seams of intricately weaved vines burying the golden thread deep, deep within her chest.

“I’ll be here.”

The thread lights up with promise.

“So will I.”

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The duo steps outside back into the frigid night air of Velaris. Before they take a further step, Elain pauses, her hand raises to her cheek to shield her face from a passing wind. Her petite form shivers a little in time with the slap of freeze.

In that moment, her entire being is engulfed in a tall shadow, and a translucent curtain of shimmery maple drapes over her to shield her from the chill. The brunette tilts her head back at a carefully impassive face.

It is the simplest of magics. Something she should be used to after so long with the fae. Even then, it is still a simple gesture that causes rose to dust across her cheeks, a different type of warmth that spreads from her chest. She resists the urge to scoot a little closer to her mate.

“Walk me back?” She asks, brown eyes meeting russet head on, stubbornly holding the stare until the edges of Lucien’s lips slope upwards.

“In need of a personal heater?” He quips.

A smile spreads on her face as she points out, “It’s freezing.”

Elain loops an elbow around Lucien’s as she forces her speeding heart rate to settle.

I can hear your heart beating through the stone. Can you hear mine?

Surely, he must.

Cocooned in their little bubble of warmth, it feels like there isn’t anything that can be hidden from the other. Not the rhythmic drum beats the organ in her chest plays or the shimmery glow of thread tying them together. Thankfully, that doesn’t stop the tall redhead from tightening the space between their arms as they walk down the lively alleyway in companionable silence.

He takes a step back when the entrance to the Town House comes into view, their arms unwinding. And though the shimmering warmth still covers her, Elain feels a smidge colder.

“I will be returning to the Human Lands tomorrow morning.” Lucien informs her softly.

“Oh—”

“But if you would like,” he almost rushes to continue, “I’ll send you a note the next time I’m back in the city.”

“I would like that.” She returns finally as her mate raises one hand to brush the back of her palm. The flame in his eye returns with a spark.

The moment feels surreal and for just a moment, Elain could pretend that she is a simple lady out jn society, and him, a charming suitor. There is no mess of biting cold dark waters of the Cauldron between them. That the rushing beats of her heart and brush of lips on skin is nothing more than the promise of something new, something exciting, something hopeful.

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Elain’s brows furrow as her fingers speed up to follow the fraught tempo the Autumn son had set. Her frown deepens as she feels herself get pushed out of the music. Two hands drop to one until she eventually lifts her hands back to her chest and sets her gaze higher to the male himself. His fingers continue to fly across the keyboard, so lost in the music that his lips are parted slightly, his mechanical eye clicks to follow the notes. He seemed unaware that she had even stopped.

He throws his weight into the wooden keys, the force of it unravelling strands from his low ponytail. The air rattles around them with the vibrations of his final chord until it dissipates into nothingness.

“Lucien?”

The thread between them pulls taut as her voice brings him out of his reverie and brings mismatched gold and russet eyes on her, round and tinged with the slightest hint of manic.

Even with all the time they had spent together the past few winter months, it is uncharted territory for them to share more than a piano or playful words that mean nothing. Still, Elain gingerly catches the hand that has just fallen back into his lap and draws it close to her.

“What happened?” She asks, rubbing light circles into the soft flesh of the back of his palm, where the index meets the thumb.

She feels his wordless response, of fingers that close around hers, of the tension simmering in each muscle fibre.

She tries again, “Shall we get out of here?”

With a simple nod, her world transforms into the warm licking golden flames of his winnow. It disappears to reveal a simple apartment where familiar city noises continue to trickle in from the windows.

It dawns on her immediately that this is Lucien’s apartment in Velaris.

Utilitarian. Perfunctory. Devoid of personality. Vastly different from the homeliness of the River House or even her own room in the Town House.

Elain had never seen his room in Spring or in the Human Lands but she can say with certainty that it did not look as empty as this. She ignores the slight lump forming in her throat and pulls him over to the plain brown couch. Without letting herself overthink her next actions, she tugged him down with her to settle his head on her lap.

Something twinges in her chest. The bond that she had tried so hard to submerge under the deepest hedge of thorns that gave way to blinding light. She hastily covers his eyes with nimble fingers, lightly brushing the gnarly scars surrounding his left eye, tracing thick brows with her fingertips and easing the tension filled lines.

Slowly but surely, Elain feels the hard muscles relaxing into the plush skin of her thighs and the soft nuzzle of his face into her dress. She shifts her attention to those silky tresses, carding her fingers through them.

“We are losing Vassa,” he mumbles into the soft rolls of her stomach, “the transformations have always taken their toll but it’s getting even harder. To see those sharp cerulean eyes blank and empty, devoid of her usual sharpness and intelligence, even for just a few minutes.”

A sourness pulls at Elain, a sly voice starts to whisper in her ear. Yours. Thief. Claim. Her fingers tremble, entangling digits into thick locks.

“Have you told Rhysand?” She asks instead, not trusting herself to say more yet also, hating her response for its implied immediate deference.

Lucien pulls away, his head turning away as he replies bitterly, “We need more time to gather allied forces from the continent before we can take on Koschei. He’s not wrong,” his eyes flutter shut and the lines between his brows deepen, “but it’s hard to watch.”

“You care for her.” She wonders if she sounds as petulant as she feels.

The look he gives her is reproachful in answer. Yet, he still reassures her, “She’s a good friend.”

Friend, he had seemed to emphasise. But did she even have the right to lay a claim after all these years of nonchalance? Even as the hissing beast prowling the stairs of her ribs calm slightly, placated at the clarification.

Elain continues her ministrations, nimble fingers absentmindedly braiding then combing them out. The monotony diminishes the world around them into the random sounds of the Velarian nightlife and the occasional crackling wood of his fireplace. It envelopes her mind and lets her thoughts stray to the majestic firebird soaring through the skies, screeching as it flies over a lake black as coal. A cold scaly presence yanks her past the line splitting air and water.

It is cold, so cold. Like the Cauldron, like death, like—

CRACK

Elain’s eyes snap open, brown eyes wide with fear. They find mismatched russet and gold instantly, concern and alarm warring within them. She pauses, waiting for the questions that are sure to come.

None came. Just a wary gaze and a firm grip around her hand. Unyielding and grounding.

She asks finally after a few fraught moments, when her heartbeat resembles what felt like normalcy. “What if I can help?”

Lucien sits up, sending a flurry of movement as the mass of flesh and muscle moves in her lap. He is still impossibly near, the heat emanating from his body an entrancing addiction. He asks carefully, “Are you sure?”

“It’s better than…” she trails off because better than what? Better than the comfortable life accorded to her in her sister’s court, surrounded by everything she could ever need? She clears her throat before meeting those assessing eyes. “It’s better than just waiting passively for things to happen to me.”

Lucien stood from the sofa they were sharing, his body angled away from her. And just as Elain opens her mouth to backpedal her decision, he turns back. Eyes gleaming and determined.

“There’s a piano in the manor.”

Elain almost gasps in that moment. Her hand twitches by her side, itching to claw at her chest, hovering over where the golden thread that has burst out of its burial site.

It’s bright, it’s dazzling.

It’s iridescent.

END

[chipistrate]

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