#elucien drabble

[tsunami-of-tears]

Just one?

Elucien drabble. Suggestive themes.

Inspired by this ask to @velidewrites

Orgasm.

The word is foreign and jarring to Elain, who had never heard of such a thing. Lucien senses her confusion rippling down the bond between them.

“What’s wrong, faun?” Lucien asks Elain, slightly amused as he nuzzles his face into her neck. His hot breath only adds to her flustered feelings.

“What’s an orgasm?” Elain responds, her voice hushed.

Lucien leans back to look upon Elain’s face, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Maybe humans call it something different,” he says. Lucien lowers his voice to whisper, “It’s the peak of pleasure between lovers.”

Elain gasps softly at his words. Lucien returns to kissing up her neck and sucking softly at the spot under her ear.

“You mean,” she starts, “when the man, uh male, reaches completion?”

Lucien hums against Elain’s smooth skin. “In my experience, it’s equally pleasurable for all parties.” Lucien nips at Elain lightly with his teeth. “But yes, that’s what it is.”

“So I can have one as well?” Elain questions, curious as she’d never felt such a thing in her limited experiences.

Lucien pulls back from Elain's neck, a sly smirk on his lips. He cradles her face in his large hand, making her big brown eyes meet his. “My love, I hope you have much more than just one.”

[sunshinebingo]

An Elucien drabble inspired by this quote that I found on Pinterest - 300 words

Fear and excitement battled inside Elain as Lucien’s breath caressed her lips, her heart once again turning into the poor victim of the tumultuous emotions that he provoked in her. She placed her hands on his chest, suddenly curious as to whether his heart was beating as fast as her own was.

She wasn't certain that she was ready. She didn't even know if months of secretly wishing for this moment to come would make it easier. Nothing had prepared her for the way in which time would stretch, and make two seconds only seem like infinity.

Everything - her body, her heart, the thread of the bond - told her that she wanted this. Of course Elain knew that she wanted this. Him. That is why she closed her eyes and surrendered to him.

The world stopped.

...

And it began again.

Butterflies came to life inside her. Her lips, like petals of a flower that has been deprived of light, delighted in the touch of his. Elain's mouth tenderly moved against Lucien's.

His grip on her waist tightened while his other hand gently stroked her cheek. His touch emboldened Elain enough to make her wrap her hands around his neck. She pulled him closer at the same time as he did her.

All fear disappeared and was replaced instead with desire. She knew she would berate herself later for not listening to the dreams and visions that had tried telling her how wonderful it would be to feel him so close; with their clothes being the only thing preventing their burning skin from touching.

Elain didn't think twice before she opened up to him at the first brush of the tip of his tongue on her bottom lip. All her senses fell at his mercy from the impassioned dance of their tongues and lips.

His kiss tasted like sunshine. And mother above, she needed it more than anything.

[sad-scarred-sassy]

I’m laughing alone because imagine Tamlin accidentally turning Lucien into a cat and doesn’t realize and Lucien is like what the fuck?

Imagine he’s the cutest orange cat running around while trying to get back to Tamlin, when he stumbles upon Elain.

And he’s like oh, hell nah, and Elain gasps and picks him up and starts telling him he’s cute and cuddling him and for a second he’s like ☺️ and then he realizes how weird it is and he starts trying to get away.

But Elain holds onto him and he doesn’t want to hurt her so he is doomed to let her take him.

Anyway that’s Elain with her new stray cat Lucien coming back to the River house.

Feyre: that cat seems… oddly familiar

Lucien: 😐

See the inspiration 🐈

[ennawrite]

I wish I had it in me to actually write and not just jot down nonsense drabbles in my notes app because some of my elucien snippets are so cute

(I also headcanon that LoA sends Lucien homemade treats through Eris to give him a taste of home)

[crazy-ache]

Hope (Elucien drabble & head canon)

For anyone who wonders, what exactly did Lucien see when he tugged on the bond with Elain in ACOWAR? Based off a headcanon of mine in this post. Word Court: 1400

Read on AO3 or Below the Cut

See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate. 

That is what the ancient healer had told them after examining Elain. Majda had looked right at Lucien and determined that he was the best course of action in figuring out how to best help Elain — to alleviate the suffering of a human girl the Cauldron changed and who lost everything with it. 

The words rang and rang through his head. It was the only thing he could hear, since neither he nor Elain were talking as they sipped tea in the foyer of the townhouse. What was there to even say? Feyre and Mor chaperoned by the bay windows, feigning distraction even if he felt the pelting of their stares with every muscle movement. There was no nicety or respectable conversation that could be shared that would make Elain desire him — not when the iron engagement ring wrapped around her finger served as a constant reminder of what he would never be to her. 

So there would be no words. He only focused on what he could do for his mate…which was to help. Lucien’s tea chilled as the minutes passed by while he worked on stilling his breath, pooling all of his mind and heart and magic toward the tether of the mating bond. 

Elain sat in silence and sipped from her teacup, never even so much as glancing in his direction. 

From Lucien’s metal eye, he could tangibly sense the golden bond that tied them both together, a visceral connection of magic so raw and powerful, it pulsed like a heartbeat. He breathed through his nose, unmoving, pouring himself into that bond. From deep within, he could feel the way it hummed quietly, as if in waiting and wanting. For a moment he imagined opening his heart, casting open every window and door and gate and shield he had harbored throughout his centuries—and only then was he able to feel his soul reach forward, wrapping his essence around that gilded thread.

A thread of fate. Woven long before either of them had ever existed. 

Rib to rib they were bound. 

He didn’t quite know how, but he was holding the thread. He pulled and pulled, moving further down the bond, as if he were climbing a rope—or a lifeline. The closer he pushed forward, he felt the murkiness of magic entangle around him. Where there was darkness, there was now light, like fragments of stained glass filtering through, until all he could see were flickers of images flooding his being.

He recognized the ruby red of his gleaming hair first. Then the deep scars that bore into his back across his bare skin. Lucien was smiling, a deep rumble echoing in his chest as daylight caught in his golden and russet eyes. His lips trailed up the spine of a female, slow and savoring, all the way up to her freckled shoulder. 

She turned her head and beamed, lips aching to find him.

Elain. It was Elain. It was her as she was now, but her body no longer ravished or weak. Beautiful, brown eyes clear, and shining brighter and warmer than the sun. 

Startled at their passionate, intimacy, Lucien accidentally tugged back on their bond. He could feel Elain here, as if they had been standing in the same room, watching the same scene unfold. When he had tugged the bond, she had ran off, as if he had surprised her with his presence. The images halted instantly; the thrumming connection of their bond vanished like the shattering of glass, breaking and cracking into an oblivion. 

He found himself back in the foyer. Elain shot to her feet and swiftly sent her down her teacup.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. He hadn’t meant to intrude, hadn’t meant to induce such a provocative image that could only be from the hungry, maddening instincts of the mating bond. There wasn’t a bone in her body that desired him in such a way, he knew. Even if he what he had seen had filled him with a burning light he couldn’t control the thundering of his heart in his chest. 

“What—what was that?” 

Lucien could tell from the calm confusion on her face that she hadn’t been aware that he had seen it as well. Otherwise she very well may have thrown the tea in his face for the offense. She had only felt the sudden pull at the end. 

“It—it was a tug. On the bond.” 

That viper sister of hers was already in the room, wielding her words like a blade. “What did you do.” 

He debated telling the truth, for just a single moment. But the fierce anger and mistrust on both Nesta and Feyre’s face prevented the words from coming out—and then when he glanced back at Elain, he could feel her heart racing in sync with his own. But hers was not for the same reason. He swallowed the truth. “I’m sorry—if that unsettled you.” 

Elain moved closer to Nesta. “It felt…strange,” she breathed. “Like you pulled on a thread tied to a rib.” 

And as she stared at him, he could see the lucidity fade and fade into the depths of murkiness, into a place he could not find her. She shook her head, blinding twice, and turned to her eldest sister. “Twin raves are coming, one white and one black.” 

They ushered her away and Lucien could not breathe. They were always taking her away from him. Nonsensical images and ramblings—that’s all he had surely seen. It meant nothing. 

But the bond. That was indeed a real thread. One he could see and touch and feel. He told both Feyre and More, but it was really to himself in disbelief. A reminder that it had actually happened.

”And?” Mor asked. 

“And I got to Elain’s end of it when she ran off.” He ran both his hands through his hair, thinking of how Elain had run off—likely from embarrassment and loathing.

“Did you sense anything?” Feyre asked. 

“No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but…” A blush bloomed across his unstained cheek. 

He had failed to figure out how to help her. But he would never forget that image—their bodies tangled, his arms wrapped around her, his lips memorizing the expanse of her skin. The happiness that had settled into his face and the joy she had reflected back at him. 

The kind of happiness he had never known before. 

****

“The Cauldron made you a seer.” 

They all stared at Elain as the truth finally broke free from the holds of her loneliness and suffering. Seer, seer, seer. The word sucked the air from the room and captured everyone in a stronghold of realization. All this time, she had been muttering and enduring the whims of magic, visions of a future they had not understood at the time.

Except for Lucien, who stared and stared. 

Lucien wasn’t stuck on that word that both seemed to claim and free Elain in a single moment. Lucien was thinking of what else Madja had told him before. Days ago. 

The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls. 

If Elain was a seer, if she was the beholder of visions and glimpses of the future, then it could only mean what he had witnessed through their bond had been a foretelling of what was to come. 

They spoke of queens and firebirds and an onyx box. He was still thinking of the way he kissed the knobs of her spine, his tongue tasting the freckles of her skin. He was thinking of her smile. He remembered the way there had been happiness and desire and—above all else—love. 

But was it within the realm of possibility? Truly? 

There was no doubt when he spoke up to the room. “I’ll go,” he had told them. What they didn’t know was it had been more of a vow than anything else. A vow to go to the ends of the world to discover if her vision was real. To prove her powers true. Because if it was right about this one—

Then maybe he could allow himself to hope that their future would one day come true, too. 

For hope was more dangerous than this journey. But for her, for the glimpse of happiness he had seen shared with her—it would be worth it. 

[sadiegirl2021]

Imagine Elain talking to Helion in the Night Court and Lucien talking to his mom in Autumn (post Beron).

They have seperately seeked advice from the only people they know who have broken their bond because they know they need to resolve their own soon.

Helion: It has been centuries since we broke it, but I can still feel it...feel her...

LOA: I thought it would make it easier, but I still long for him everyday...

Lucien feels the lightest tug on the bond, and he just knows what it means. He winnows straight to the Night Court and Elain is waiting for him outside the River House. The second they see each other, they run towards each other, in desperation. Elain flings herself into his arms and they kiss each other until they're breathless.

They're done fighting it ❤️

[chairofchaos]

16 or 43

CUTE

No pressure

Ruby & Blue | Elucien Drabble

“It’s a horrible idea.”

“Says you,” she teased. Their living room’s morning fire roared as their debate distracted them from the fall of snow outside the palace.

“Elain…”

“I am a seer. I am telling you, this goes just fine. I win this debate, too, by the way. Which is how I know that it turns out fine.”

Lucien rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. Elain just smiled in return.

“You said that last time.”

“Your study renovation turned out very well, and you know it,” she waved away his protest, stepping closer. “Plus, there may be a reward at the end of it for you when you agree.”

He cocked his head with a smirk. “Oh?”

She nodded sagely, her eyes wide. “So we can keep the puppy.”

Lucien sighed, looking at his feet where the little puppy sniffed at his leg. “He is cute.”

“She,” Elain corrected. “She is. Very cute. And Eris promised she was well-behaved.”

“And you believed him?” Lucien raised his eyebrows.

“He was telling the truth. Well, he believed it was the truth,” Elain amended. “Of course, the one he will call Silver is his personal favorite, if not a bit of a troublemaker. She’ll end up better behaved, because he’ll put her through the paces. Regardless, she is currently much worse than our sweet girl here.”

Lucien nodded. “Of course she is.”

Elain smiled, crouching to pick up the puppy. Her sleek gray fur shone against the red ribbon tied at her throat. 

“Lucien. Look at her little face.” Elain bent her head to press a kiss into the dog’s head, peering up at her mate all the while, then held out the puppy to him. “Here. Hold her?”

Lucien took the puppy with a smile. The puppy wriggled in his hands until he turned her around to face him and held her up to his face. “What are we going to call you?”

Elain raised a hand to cover her grin at his agreement.

The puppy yipped, then started trying to lick Lucien’s cheek. “Elain? Any thoughts on a name?”

“No,” she shrugged delicately. “That’s all on you.”

“Well, if Eris calls his Silver, we could name her Goldie,” he suggested. The puppy curled against his chest, her paws sticking up in the air. 

Elain laughed. “Is this nothing more than a competition to you?”

“At this point? Yes,” he chuckled with a nod.

“Not Goldie. I couldn’t. We’d never hear the end of it.”

“How about Blue?”

“Blue?”

His nod was slow this time, his attention fully fixed on the puppy gazing up at him. 

“Blue.”

Elain smiled. “It’s perfect.”

“And,” Lucien set the puppy on the ground. She scampered away, chasing some shadow as he stepped to his mate. “It has the added benefit of being his favorite color.”

“Oh cauldron,” Elain laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now we really won’t hear the end of it. I’m going to blame it on you, you know.”

Lucien squeezed her waist as he dipped his head to her. He smiled when the tips of their noses met and stared directly at her, watching her, seeing her, the way only he could. “Oh, I know. I expect nothing less, oh mighty seer.”

“Do you think she’ll be lonely?” Elain asked, fluttering her eyelashes in mock innocence with her face contorted into an exaggerated expression of concern.

Lucien paused, then tipped his head back in uproarious laughter. “I should have seen this coming. Where’s the other puppy?”

Elain grinned. “Ruby is asleep in the kitchen.”

“Ruby,” Lucien pressed a kiss to Elain’s forehead, then two more to her lips. “Ruby will make excellent company for Blue.”

“Excellent company, indeed,” Elain smiled. She rose on her tiptoes and drew his head down to meet hers. “You are wonderful, my love.”

Lucien kissed her deeply, his arms encircling her waist. “You are my heart. If I’m anything but wonderful to you, I’d feel the pain more deeply.”

“Sap,” she teased, swatting playfully at his shoulder. A feral grin graced his face. “Only for you, heart. Only for you.”

A/N: Hopefully this fits the requirement of "CUTE"!!!!! Also I hope Elucien is okay since you didn't specify, but if you want to request the same number with a specific pairing I will happily write more than one!

Actually tagging the tag list on this one: @ninthcircleofprythian @dusk-muse @lilah-asteria @c-starstuff-man0

[asnowfern]

We’ll Be Alright

A/N: I got screwed over by a trusted coworker and really needed some soft Elucien to make myself feel better. I hope this small drabble brings you as much joy as it did for me. Inspired by Be Alright by Lucy Rose and written with this amazing art by @krem-does-stuff in mind.

Elain relishes in the feeling of the side of her head pressed into the broad chest, the warm and steady thumping of his heart beneath her cheek. Her body tingles where a large muscular arm encircles snugly around her waist. Their combined bodies sway in time to the low gentle tune emitting from the portable speaker. And her heart, it feels oh so deliciously and impossibly full.

She feels the beginning of a smile creep onto her face and lifts the corner of her lips. She lifts her head and looks into beautiful mismatched russet and gold eyes. Even the mechanical eye seems to sparkle back at her. She takes a moment to soak in the way the dim light of their cabin glides along golden brown skin, casting dancing shadows on strong sculpted facial features. It takes her breath away because he is oh so beautiful.

And her heart.

Elain nearly gasps at the fluttering sensation in her stomach. It takes the thumping organ sitting above in her chest along with the ride. It sputters and stalls. Before she’s fully aware, the words fall out of her.

“I love you”

His eyes widen a little, his lips part.

He has to have known it all these past months. Known it every time she appears at his doorstep, clutching a Tupperware of his favourite baked goods. Known it every time she sends him a meme of something that made her laugh, wanting, needing him to feel the same joy. Known it every time they lay between the sheets and snuggle together after, hot flushed bodies intertwined. Known it even after she kissed him after he first said the words, her doe eyes pleading, unable to say them back to him.

Then slowly but surely, those lips she love curl upwards. Lucien glows, happiness lights up every feature and radiates from him. It is infectious and sweeps her away.

The music seemingly fades and there is nothing but them. The words are lilting and chiming when they reach her, lighting her heart. Every part of her feels like it is floating. Like she’s untethered in space, she could float away forever.

“I love you too”

He catches her. Of course he does. There is never a fear when it comes to Lucien. Elain has known it for a while. Even if it took her some time to identify the feeling, to find the words.

With a splitting smile, she lowers her face back to his chest. Her eyes fall shut as strong arms tighten around her. They start to sway again.

And we danced until the morning light. / And you said to me, you said / We’ll be alright. / We’ll be alright.

[starfall-spirit]

Day 3: Sunshine

Summary: Elain enjoys a picnic with Lucien, pondering the future they'll share in Day.

AN: This event is my first time posting Elucien. Naturally, I ask you to be polite in your feedback.

Read on Ao3

Word Count: 658

CW: None

He was far too handsome for his own good. Elain was all too aware he knew that as he lounged on the thin blanket spread out beneath them, a glint of golden sun catching in the red of his hair as the mid-summer breeze ruffle the strands that weren't pinned beneath his shoulders. "I can feel you staring, mate."

He smirked slightly as she settled on her elbow beside him, his eyes still closed against the light peaking through the leaves swaying above them. "Sometimes I wonder when I'm going to wake up."

Lucien peeled his eyes open, rolling onto his side to mirror his mate. "What do you mean, love?"

She fiddled with a fallen leaf. "Things have always been... For years and years, it's been one danger or drama or expectation after the next. And now..."

Now she was happy. Her future was bright, unrestrained by conflict or social expectations. She had the leisure to build a real relationship with her sisters even as she no longer depended on them so entirely. She had the freedom to build a life of her own with the male she loved with her whole heart. To spend the rest of her long, long life in his arms, content to lie beneath the sun day after day with only the sounds of bright laughter and music and unadulterated joy around them.

That's not to say the Day Court was flawless. Every person and place had their faults. But it was a far cry from the first few years she spent in Prythian, one court as cold as the next as they tried to piece together a war-cleaved continent. She hadn't bore the brunt of it and she'd never try to claim she had. But it had still been an exhausting few years.

Middle sister.

Mediator.

Gentle and good and kind and perfect.

Breaking away was the most terrifying and exhilarating thing she had ever done, to be frank. And it had brought her here, out of the box she had been pushed into as a girl and into a whole new way of seeing the world.

"Now I'm free of it all and waiting for reality to set in. For some conflict or conundrum to shatter this dreamscape." Her mate hummed, an arm curling around her waist so she was forced to shift with him when he rolled onto his back again. Contentment shuttered down the thread between them as she buried her face in his chest, letting their legs tangle around one another. Full from their picnic with the warmth of the high sun around them it would be all too easy to drift to sleep there, she knew. Another little element of this utopia of theirs. "It all feels too perfect to last."

His fingers tangled in her unbound hair, stroking from her scalp to the curled ends before repeating the motion. "I've never taken kindly to good fortune either," he murmured. "At least, not until you came along. It was far too fleeting to trust. But with the war behind us, the courts near peace, our bond officiated, here with my true family and you at my side... I'm willing to risk it."

"Can you promise me this is forever?"

He smiled, kissing her hair. "No, my love. But I can promise it's the beginning of a brilliance to bloom. And I'll push Lady Luck as long as I'm able if that means we'll have our happily ever after."

"Promise?"

"By the sun above us," he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. "By the moon to rise." Another kiss fell under her jaw before he raised his head again, lips just inches from her own. "Every star that falls or burns for us night after night. By the very bond between us, I swear with all I am, Elain, we'll have a lifetime of joy and light."

And as his lips finally found hers, she believed.

~~~~~

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[bonecarversbestie]

🫐 Blueberries - Elucien drabble 🫐

The waiter set a waffle and a bowl of blueberries before Elain. Lucien had been stunned when she’d agreed to breakfast with him months ago, and astounded when their date became a standing Sunday morning tradition.

He watched fascinatedly as Elain tipped the berries into her palm and began methodically dropping a single blueberry into each square on the waffle’s surface. When she finished, one berry remained. She held it out to Lucien with trembling fingers. He could feel her nerves beating against his ribs as he leaned forward and took the berry from between her fingers with his teeth.

[thisblogisaboutabook]

When the Lightsinger Calls (I Hear a Symphony)

An Azriel Drabble

Azriel daydreams of his mate -Inspired by ‘I Hear a Symphony’ by Cody Fry

I used to hear a simple song.

The warm winds of summer blew through the Illyrian mountains as Azriel sat sprawled on a thick branch fifty feet in the air, one leather covered leg dangling as the other stretched across the branch, his back resting against the trunk of an old Oak tree.

Cassian had been butting heads with Devlon for hours. Same shit, different day as they heatedly negotiated new terms for the training of Illyrian females. Devlon, of course, remained as stubborn as an ass. Even after decades of his bullshit, it never failed to chafe Azriel’s nerves that they were under the regime of the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history yet had to make nice with stuck-in-their-ways pricks like him. Today in particular had left Azriel feeling less than giving.

Cassian booted Azriel out of negotiations in record time, which admittedly, was likely for the best. Azriel’s dominant stance, deadly gaze, and violent whirling shadows were not best suited for these futile attempts of “sweet talking” Devlon out of his deeply rooted misogyny. If Azriel had his way Truth Teller would do all the talking, but diplomacy unfortunately took precedence.

He may have put up more of a fight when storming out of the Camp Lord’s office had Cassian’s weapon of choice today not had a unique way of toeing that line between diplomacy and force in a way that even Truth Teller could not. No blood spillage necessary, though, Azriel thought with a smirk, the weapon could do just that as well.

The warmth of the suns rays shining through the rustling leaves and the scratch of bark lightly grazing the sensitive membranes of his wings - hitting those spots he could never quite reach - had Azriel drifting off into a light dream state.

As he began to doze, shadows hummed around him, the whistling breeze mixing in with their whirring as they sensed for any incoming threats.

Blending in with their simple song, the creek nearby babbled with the sounds of trickling water, crickets chirped beneath rocks below.

His thoughts became more vivid as his conscience drifted deeper into sleep.

His jaw ticked, wings jerking slightly as he dreamed glimpses of deep red coating his marred skin from the countless souls he’d drawn blood from, lifeless bodies scattered across bloody battlefields, dark cells, the bright flare of roaring fire scalding a child’s hands, his shadows melody becoming broken as they attempted to soothe their master.

The melody became lighter as the flame in his dreams became flashes of light, blurred glimpses of a lovely face appearing in and out of his dreams. A soft laugh intertwined itself with his shadows, the solemn hymn becoming lighter, with vibrant bursts of energy leaving his heart fluttering. More images of the ethereal face flickered through his mind, soft blush dusted cheeks, a radiant white smile, supple fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, plush lips on bare skin, all appearing to the beat of the rising staccato. His lips quirked upward in his sleep as his guard dropped lower and lower and the melody continued growing louder, building into the crescendo of the loveliest symphony he’d heard yet, even in Prythian’s most renowned concert halls.

The music filled Azriel’s entire being, leaving him light as shadow, his flaws forging themselves from ugly into something beautiful, something worthy, as the melody carried his soul toward the light.

Just as his body began to slump out of the tree a sing-song voice brighter than day awoke him. ��Careful, Shadowsinger. One might think you’re sleeping on the job.”

He looked down to his beautiful mate, the face his dream had called him to. “My little Lightsinger, did you give Devlon hell?”

She beamed. “Worked a little on him. The girls get seven more hours per week and Cass or I can do spot checks whenever we please. I’ll push for more when we meet again in a few months.”

“That’s my girl.” His eyes shone with the pride filling his chest as he launched out of the tree and swept her off her feet.

“Let’s go home.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. Azriel only blushed and did just as his lady said, the two falling into companionable silence as her light and his shadow mingled in harmony the entire flight back to Velaris.

And now I hear a symphony.

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[ennawrite]

I don’t mean to jump the gun but as someone who yearns for drama, I am so immensely excited for day 7 of elucien week (AKA tension/healing day)

here’s a small snippet of what I have planned🌻:

Elain led Lucien away, his body relying heavily on her for support. The field still faintly burned, the smoke dissipating amongst the dense trees, turning the sky a deep greyish colour. 

With a small, casual wave of her free hand, wildflowers began to sprout through the scorched soil as they walked away. As it was, and as it would be, as long as Elain was near, nature would thrive even through the worst of all perils. No thing—or person—would die today, if she had any say on the matter.

[starsreminisce]

Here's the thing... Feyre processed her mating bond by painting the cabin, and Nesta processed hers by being with her friends and talking about romance novels.

Can you imagine Lucien walking into wherever Elain was staying to process their bond and just seeing all the products of her stress baking - pastries, cookies, cakes, all kinds of bread including sourdough, pizza, doughnuts, and she says, "Pick one, they're all for you anyway"?

[gwynniethenymph]

Well... it's been months since I last posted here or anywhere, but I was going through my drabbles and found this. I'm not really sure how I was planning to continue this, but it's actually good and... quite interesting. My mind was kind of working when I wrote this. So I'll leave it here because... yes.

Basically and apparently, drunk Gwyn and Lucien!

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The taste of the whiskey felt odd, burning against her throat as Gwyn gulped down three shots in a row. Not a good idea, she knew, but Cassian had dared her and Gwyn never, ever backed away when dared.

A weakness, Azriel had pointed in training once, how she got riled up so easily. She peered at his smirk from the other side of the table now, fuming at the victorious expression he wore. Smug bastard.

The little bar Rhysand had chosen for the night was filled with tipsy females and males alike—either drunk on alcohol or on the light-headed, carefree atmosphere that seemed to permeate places like this. Simply being in a bar made people lighter, freer, dumber. Gwyn felt dumber. Ready to throw it all to the havens and see if the Mother would throw back something useful.

And she really couldn't say she cared. Gwyn was mad. Mad at the Mother, the Cauldron, the Priestesses... at herself. But, mainly, at him. The only reason she came tonight was Nesta and her dramatics. Please, she'd sighed, rolling her head against Gwyn's shoulder, save me from my forced-chosen family and this god-damned dinner.

Now, sitting at a table with more people she could count on her fingers, Emerie by her left side and a handsome, rough-looking male with a russet eye and flaming hair at her right, Gwyn had basically a privileged view of her mate — oh, sorry, her dense and clueless motherfucker of a mate — and the shy glances he kept throwing at the pretty, doe-eyed brunette in front of him.

Great.

Gwyn called in another shot, gulping on it quickly. No challenges needed.

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Mate. Mate. Mate.

It pounded against his brain, all the time since he'd met her.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

It was all his heart sang, demanded, begged. Lucien wished he could give in to those needs just for the sake of shutting his head up, but it was not what Elain wanted, and he would never go against her wishes.

And her newest wish, apparently, was the oh-so-looming fucking Shadowsinger. Fucking amazing.

Did they still sell that black hair dye in Summer? Perhaps he could give it a shot. Spend a few hours in the sun to get that golden complexion. Anything to be what she desired. The wings might pose a problem, but—

His heart did a twist when he caught a glimpse of Elain's smile. She hadn't smiled since he got to the bar, and now... now, of course she had smiled at Azriel. Fucking hell.

Sighing, he turned away from them, deciding to analyze the female at his left, be it for the perks of making another person uncomfortable. It brought him happiness. She seemed to be trying to drown herself in whiskey since she got here, ordering round after round of shots without a pause. He snickered at her crunched nose, so alike... so alike his mother's crunched nose that a familiar warmth rose in his chest.

Huh.

She glared at his muffled laugh from beneath dark-copper lashes, frowning. Cauldron spare him. She was basically a younger version of his mother.

"What is it? Do I have something in my face?" She asked, sounding genuinely worried, and her voice had just the right cadence in the I's to match the dear Lady of Autumn.

Lucien sighed.

"Mind if I join you, lady?"

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There had been one ongoing bet among the members of the self-proclaimed House of the Wind Gang for three weeks now. Their rendezvous started when Gwyn mentioned—among the stupidest of secrets only a truth-or-dare game night between three females under forty and two males past five hundred could reveal—that she'd never been drunk.

"Sure, I've drunk alcohol before," she’d snickered. "But only for religious purposes. Never felt the need to drink more, anyway."

It took five seconds after she left the House for her quarters in the library and four hurried glances exchanged between the remaining members for the bets to be placed. What is drunk Gwyn like?

Cassian was sure she was a happy drunk. How could she not be? She was basically his little sister by now, and he was a happy drunk. It ran in the family.

Nesta and Emerie had taken longer to ponder, finally deciding she must be a sad drunk. They knew how much she carried within herself, and what does alcohol do if not dredge up everything you keep buried?

Azriel had stayed quiet, brooding in silence as usual. When pushed, he bet she must be an angry drunk. No further explanation. Stupid, if you asked Nesta.

What none of them had predicted, however, was that drunk Gwyn would turn out to be the equivalent of a crazed, carefree female whose best friend was either Lucien Vanserra or the empty bottle of liquor she had drawn a face on with lipstick and now hugged.

Lucien was slightly less intoxicated than the priestess, Nesta assumed, but it didn’t stop him from stumbling over his own feet as he attempted to guide Gwyn back to their table. This, after she’d launched into a relentless rant about Pegasus sightings in the Day Court and then proceeded to corner a poor male she swore looked "exactly like Helion".

Nesta could only cackle at the sheer terror etched on the male’s face as Gwyn interrogated him with unwavering enthusiasm.

The rest of the table had paid little attention to the redheads until they stumbled back, Gwyn nearly toppling over her seat and Lucien drowning another shot as he sat down. Emerie, who had been engrossed in her conversation with Mor until now, turned to Gwyn with a raised brow, watching as the younger Valkyrie burst into laughter at absolutely nothing.

Nesta, however, shifted her gaze to the Seer and the Shadowsinger at the other end of the table. Both seemed incapable of tearing their eyes away from the chaotic pair. She smirked, a slow, knowing grin spreading across her face. This was going to be fun.

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From Scratch

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: Making Dinner 💖

Elucien x Reader

Summary: You, Lucien, and Elain live together in a cottage on the border of Velaris, finding peace in rural life. On a warm summer evening, the three of you prepare a roast together.

Warnings: None! Unless you count smooching 😚😚

Words: 909

Author's Note: omggg I love this one so muuuch it's so cute 🥰 I think that I adore Elucien x Reader now, Elucien is such a sweet couple (but I feel like they're also horny af yknow? Luce is stiiiill an autumn male 🤭) and they both have cozy but fun vibes. I hope you guys like this one! Read it on AO3

18+ only pls

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The air was warm, with a slight breeze running through your hair as you finished up on Bessie, your sweet milking cow. Practiced hands squeezed her udders while your eyes took the opportunity to look around, searching for where your golden haired lover had taken residence in the garden. It took you until you’d put Bessie back in the pasture to spot her, buried amongst the raspberry bushes that had been bountiful in the summer heat.

You smiled as you took the milk pail into the cottage and emptied it into jugs, sealing and placing them all within the enchanted cold box. You’d skim cream from them later, once it’s cooled. Maybe you’d go into Velaris tomorrow and sell some again, along with any extra produce you’d grown. After all, there was only so much milk the three of you could drink. The three of you could go together, make a day of it.

For now though, you headed back into the summer heat, joining Elain in the garden. You peeked into her basket, eyes widening at how many berries she’d already picked.

“Good yield this year, hmm?” You commented as you kissed her cheek, grinning when she turned to place one on your lips gently.

“Mm, very. I’m almost done with these, honey, you can get started on the herbs for dinner. I was thinking we could roast some root vegetables with the chicken, so anything that would go well with them would be good,” Elain said brightly, popping a raspberry into your mouth before sending you away.

You nodded as you walked over to the much smaller, raised garden beds, each plant marked with a smooth piece of wood, it’s name carved into it. Picking the right herbs was easy, you knew by now the herb mix that the three of you had agreed was best for chicken. Hands easily pulled a head of garlic from the ground, and a sharp knife helped you harvest rosemary, sage, and thyme.

Elain was kneeling on the ground when you walked past her, noisily blowing her a kiss as she pulled a carrot from the ground, her head whipping towards you. A smile bloomed on her lips, her nose scrunching the way you loved so much, and she blew you a kiss back before returning to her task.

You’d just gotten half of the herbs chopped finely, the others set aside to stuff into the bird, and begun mixing them with butter and a small amount of olive oil when Lucien walked through the back door, a freshly butchered chicken resting in a pan. You wrinkled nose at it for a moment before reminding yourself that it’s the circle of life.

You had never quite enjoy seeing the process, though.

Lucien transferred the chicken over to the roasting pan, then washed his hands before he came up behind you as you stirred the herb butter, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “That smells delicious, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, his lips ghosting over the expanse of your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you further into him. His sinfully soft lips pressed a line of gentle kisses to your skin, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access. He laugh seductively at that, before pulling away abruptly.

“Back to work, we don’t want the chicken to spoil,” Elain giggled as she set the basket of vegetables onto the counter. “There’s plenty of time for that later,” Elain said with a cute wink, her eyes hinting that later may come while the roast was cooking.

“Okay,” you conceded. “Luce, can you put this on the bird?” You asked, turning with the butter in your hands to face him, batting your eyelashes at him and sticking your bottom lip out. “Pleeease?”

His beautiful, russet and gold eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at you. “In exchange for a kiss, my love.”

Without wasting a moment you pressed your lips to his, loving the way you fit together so perfectly. “As though I wouldn’t kiss you every moment of every day that I’m not also kissing ‘Lainey,” you said breathlessly as you pulled away from him, enjoy the slightest hint of pink that rose to his cheeks.

The bowl changed hands and Lucien began spreading the mixture over the chicken, and you and Elain began to work on the vegetables. You scrubbed at potatoes and carrots while Elain took care of the onion, something that she always did to save your eyes, a habit that you absolutely loved about her.

The three of you worked in a comfortable silence, with Lucien bringing the roasting pan to the counter you and Elain were now chopping the carrots and potatoes at once he had finished spreading the butter over everything.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then Elain’s before he began stuffing the chicken with the herbs you’d set aside as well as a chunk of onion. As the two of you finished cutting pieces, he would place them in the pan, making the three of you a quick working machine.

Soon enough the roast went into the oven, leaving the three of you standing close together, thoughts of earlier on all of your minds.

“So… The couch?” You asked, giggling as Lucien and Elain dragged you with them to said couch in an instant.

After all, dinner wouldn’t be ready for over an hour.

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Weightless

A/N: A little drabble for @elucienweekofficial, day seven prompt AU!

Inspiration: Weightless by Layla

"You're expected at the reception in thirty minutes, Lady Nolan," the unassuming housekeeper informed Elain.

Elain bit her tongue to resist the urge to lash out. Don't call me that, I'm not Lady Nolan. The words beckoned to her, mewled at her cloyingly.

No, she would not be Elain Nolan for another hour. So no matter how trivial or childish it seemed, she was still Elain Archeron.

Glancing back at her reflection, the stone in her stomach already weighing her down sank to the bottom of the ocean. Dressed in this stuffy white gown here, waiting to walk down the aisle with anyone but him was wrong. It was all wrong.

Not that it mattered to Mrs Archeron who was so pleased with the match that all protests from Elain fell to deaf ears. Afterall, her daughter was marrying a Lord. Everything was going according to plan.

In a spurt of rebellion and frustration, Elain yanked on the chain of diamond circling her neck and broke the cache. She watched with petty satisfaction as the Archeron jewels clanked uselessly against the ground.

"Pity, we could have pawned that."

The words traversed through the space and headed straight for the organ in her chest, popping it like a balloon.

Elain whipped her head around, a lump forming in her throat. He hung from the tree branch right outside her window with casual confidence. Still wearing his military uniform, his auburn hair was pulled back neatly into a tight bun which further accentuated his sharp jawline. His bronze skin had darkened under the hot sun of Central Asia while his left eye was covered under white wrappings edged with deep lacerations.

"Lucien," she whispered, still hardly believing her eyes. She snapped out of the shock when he swung from the tree branch, launching herself into his arms the instant his feet landed on the hardwood floors'. Breathing in the familiar woodsy scent of cinnamon and honey, Elain felt the weight that had been dragging her down the moment Greysen proposed lifted.

"You made it," she sobbed into his chest, fisting the rough and stiff material of his military dress shirt, "Y-you were almost too late."

Lucien's arms tightened around her. Despite the two years separation, her soft form still melted into every muscular plane. They still fit like puzzle pieces.

"I'm sorry, my last tour got… delayed." The apology rumbled through the air.

Elain looked up, her warm brown eyes round with worry and concern. She raised a hand, hovering over his eye, "Your eye…"

Warmth enveloped her hand and lightly pressed it against the chiselled face she missed so dearly. "Got caught by a stray shrapnel. Do you like the one-eyed pirate look?"

Nerves tinged the playful words. Staring deep into russet eyes, she heard his true question - do you still want me broken and incomplete?

Elain stood on tiptoes, her feet strained to bring her lips to the injury, brushing them across the white bandages.

"You came back to me, that's all that matters."

Lucien lets out a shuddering breath as his lips curved into a devastating smile.

"I have the car ready. If we're truly doing this," his eyes dotted down to her dress. A laced vintage piece, passed down through generations by the Nolan's. An objectively beautiful dress that ensnared her like a viper with its cutting corset and heavy history.

"Get me out of here, Lucien." She pleaded.

They made quick work of the dress, unlaced and tossed aside on the bed. She shrugged on her simple yellow gingham dress and scribbled a note to her family.

Lucien deftly climbed back out to stand on the thick tree branch and held one arm out to her. With a lightened heart, she took it and stepped out into her freedom.

They sped down the highway, hair blown back messily by the wind which whistled in their ears. Elain turned to look at her true fiance, her true love match, her heart pounding appreciatively at how the golden sunlight illuminated his skin and cast gentle shadows on the sculpted contours. A quirk of the edge of his mouth told her that he'd spotted her staring.

Unable to resist, she twisted over and kissed the edge of his mouth. A large calloused hand covered hers, his thumb running sensual circles in promise for more to come.

"We will have the rest of our lives for this," he promised.

Her hand closed around his, squeezing it in response.

"Together," she swore.

"Together," he agreed.

Because together, they're weightless. Together, they're invincible.