#elucien accidental pregnancy

[houseofhurricane]

Will the accidental pregnancy spinet be used as a premise to your Elucien fic? I really adore the snippet, I think that they were so in character and just the whole situation seems fitting.

So, funny story, yes, I am very slowly working on turning that snippet into an Elucien fic. I currently have about 11,000 words written but I've been working on other things in between (mostly a giant Dramione fic that has taken over my life, more on that in a bit). I know not everyone loves accidental pregnancy as a trope—and I think it's hard to write well—but I weirdly love it and do want to come back to it, I just have come up with way too much plot and this thing is going to end up being at least 50k words if I do it the way I want to.

However. I have already released part of this fic as a standalone, which is like we dream impossible dreams. This is, shall we say, the inciting incident for the whole accidental pregnancy storyline, also known as straight-up Starfall smut. It's meant to be most of the first chapter of the larger fic.

And, because honestly who knows when I will release the rest—hopefully before 2024 because I like to come back to this fic as stress relief—here's another scene, where Elain tells Nesta she's pregnant and then visits a healer. It needs edits for sure but it has the vibe:

“Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, and the words are the gentlest command Elain has ever heard leave her sister’s lips.

“Lucien and I—” she struggles for the right words, heat on her cheeks, the back of her neck, and then it bursts from her, “I took him to my bed at Starfall, and now I’m pregnant.”

To her credit, Nesta only squeezes Elain’s hand.

“How do you feel?” she asks. “There are potions, if you’d rather not be pregnant. I would get them for you, or find you a healer if you preferred.”

“I’m aware.” Elain tries to focus on how grateful she is that Nesta would help her, to dismiss her annoyance that her sister would think she was so unaware. After all, she hasn’t told Nesta about that corner of the garden, of the small, or of the well-fenced plot where she grows the key ingredients for poisons. And perhaps this secrecy is why they all think so little of her, think she could not be anything more than ornamental. She shakes her head to clear it, clenching her fingers in the towel. “And I am… there are many things to consider, but even if I’m overwhelmed, I’m happy. I want this.”

“We would help you, of course. You’re not chained to Lucien. Unless something has changed between you, and you want to be.” Nesta offers her the glass of water again, and Elain drinks, grateful that the liquid settles easily inside her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told him.”

“What did he do?” Nesta’s arms are crossed over her chest, her eyes going silver at the edges.

“Nothing. He said it was my choice, if I wanted more than what we had at Starfall.”

“And what do you want, Elain?” The slightest hint of annoyance in her voice should not surprise her as it does. Lucien has become an ally of this court. Still, Nesta used to hate him.

“There is too much between us.” She waves her hand forward, trying to indicate distance, the magnitude of what she sees. “The mating bond, all this future between us, what I feel when I see him… And what would he be like, when he found out his mate was pregnant? You know how Rhys was.”

“Lucien is nothing like Rhys,” Nesta says, and Elain watches her sister smother the anger in her eyes. But Elain can’t forget those weeks after Feyre learned that her child would kill her, and her mate had made them all keep the knowledge from her. The haunted look on Feyre’s face, when she thought no one was looking. 

Nesta had been the only one with anger fierce enough to offer that barbed truth. Which is why Elain sought her first.

“I want to see a healer,” she says. “Not Madja.”

“There are healers in the library,” Nesta says, understanding instantly. “They won’t ask unnecessary questions and they’ll keep your secrets.”

I hope that tides you over for a bit! One day, there will be an entire fic... I just have no idea when that day will be. But I'm glad you're excited about it, because I love this fic too. 🧡

[temperedink]

my favourite ACOTAR fic by authors not on tumblr

I wanted to give some love to stories that aren't often mentioned on Tumblr and don't get reblogged over and over because their writers don't have accounts here. (I also just want more people to read some of my faves and scream about them with me.)

A Court of Ash and Sunlight by aturner1205 (Elucien; complete)

This Elucien fic had me on the edge of my seat and making up wild theories while it was posting. (I was incredibly wrong in said wild theories.) Elain and Lucien start to get to know each other better when they both are mourning her father on his birthday, and she confesses to him that she's never felt their bond. They're getting closer, and then Lucien is sent off on a dangerous mission, there's an accidental pregnancy, and Koschei after the Archerons. Tons of twists and turns here!

Fury and Siren by hurricane (next-gen; complete)

Next-gen fics where the kids are already adults are sometimes a hard sell, but these two interconnected stories get you deeply invested in Nyx and his cousins (their parents are all still around too). The first one is Nyx and an Illyrian shadowsinger (hmmm...) who's secretly been avenging abused and clipped Illyrian females, and the second is Nessian's son Caden and the only female Darkbringer who's been sent to assassinate him. These boys are definitely their fathers' sons, with their charm and flirting, but their partners do not let them rest on their privilege.

I Miss You (When the Lights Go Out), I Want to Taste the Way That You Bleed, and I Am Done With My Graceless Heart by greenvelvet_couture (Nessriel; ongoing series)

Soooo much Nessriel smut that kicks off when Azriel returns from a mission injured and Nessian want to take care of him (physically first, then sexually). Also a lot about Nesta training her post-ACOSF powers and the dangers that go along with that. But the author is VERY dedicated to the smut, bless her. Part 2 has just started and picks up with Bryce in the Night Court.

A Long Way Down by becauseofreading (Nessian; ongoing)

This one is a tough read, but it does a beautiful job of showing the recovery process from trauma and a suicide attempt. Nesta is suicidal and has deeply convinced herself of her unworthiness. Cassian is taken to task for his treatment of her and the words he's levelled at his mate, and the Valkyries, Azriel, and Elucien rally around her as she tries to heal and love herself with proper therapy. Cassian is ashamed of his treatment of her and is allowed in to help her heal if he doesn't upset her.

Where You Used to Lay Your Head by loveL (Gwynriel; complete)

This one is a bit of a time mindfuck, so you have to just accept that the Archerons and the Valkyries were born much earlier than they were in canon. Sixty years ago, Azriel and Gwyn were happy in their secret 20-year relationship (the IC knew he had a partner, but didn't know who she was) when suddenly Gwyn up and left him. Now she's back in the Night Court with Nesta and Emerie after creating the Valkyries in the Day Court, and Azriel is finally going to try to find out what happened that made Gwyn leave and stay away for so long.

Forgive Me, A Court of Shadow and Smoke, and The High Lady, the Shadowsinger, and the Omega, Part 1 and Part 2 by darcyshandflex (Elucien, Azris, next-gen; ongoing)

This epic series starts with Elucien and explaining why Elain has avoided him for so long--but now she's ready to fight for him. In A Court of Shadow and Smoke, we have omegaverse!Azris finally getting together (Azriel's the alpha, Eris is the omega) and all of the emotional and political issues that causes. The final two parts span 30+ years with Azris raising their three girls. When the girls are adults, their future partners are discovered, and that has long-lasting impacts on multiple courts in Prythian. This one is still ongoing, and apparently the final part is going to be sad and I'm not ready for it.

And here are three writers I would have included on this list who have since gotten on Tumblr (I procrastinated on writing this post for THAT long, but they were on the original draft!):

A Little Bit of Light Reading by @infinitefolklore (Elucien; complete)

One of my all-time favourite ACOTAR stories that I have reread a bajillion times. Elain and Lucien are alone at the townhouse and start flirting, which leads to other things, including library sex, a sorta blood duel, a reconciliation, a solstice sex party in the Summer Court, PLUS a threesome near the end, as a little treat.

I Can Wait For You at the Bottom by MissFreakingFortune/ @missfckingfortune (Elucien; ongoing)

Listen, if you're not reading this super-sexy modern Elucien rockstar second-chance romance, I don't know what you're doing with your life. Elain and Lucien were high school sweethearts who had their lives together all planned out, until Lucien left to chase his rockstar dreams. Ten years later, he's returned home for Beron's funeral and once they're back in each other's orbit, they both can't stay away. Lucien is determined to win her back, but Elain is much more wary, even though the attraction is definitely still there. There's also a great big bro Eris, and Mama Vanserra finally has her freedom from Beron so she can maybe start something up again with hot French professor Helion...and also tell him about their child, who is also going to need to know about his true parentage.

Phoenix Rising by Vivienne1412/ @annaskareninas (Elucien; complete)

I need you to drop everything and go read this fic. Yes, NOW. No, I'll wait.

Beron has seized control over all of Prythian and has either killed or exiled all of High Lords and other powerful fae (Feysand and Nyx are in the Hewn City dosed with faebane everyday; Nessian escaped to Hybern). The humans have also gathered enough power that they're a dangerous threat to the fae. Elain has been working as a nurse for the fae resistance efforts, and her latest patient is the long-thought-dead Lucien, the only free heir of any of the High Lords. They go on the run to protect him, as there's a prophecy about him that makes him the last hope to defeat Beron and Autumn for good, and shore up support from the Continent to get a fighting force. This is an incredibly well-written fantasy story with crazy-high stakes and DRAGONS. Go read it.

[aldbooks]

Thanks for the tag @shadowsxgwynriel

I haven’t really been writing much lately so my only truly viable WIPs right now are

1 - Remembrance of Regret - Elucien

2 - Unchained Melody - Gwynriel

There are a couple little idea rolling around in my head for ficlets whenever I get around to writing them which include:

- gangster era Gwynriel

- accidental pregnancy Gwynriel

- angsty Elucien

- regency Elucien

No obligation tagging: @damedechance @vikingmagic33 @zenkindoflove

Thank you for the tags 🫶🏻 @dawneternal @shadowdaddies

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIP's

Okay there isn’t that many, and some are so short - just notes I’ve jotted down.

I don’t have much writing time lately, but when I do I’ve mostly been working on my original story (like actually writing, not just procrastinating by making maps) (feel free to ask about this one too - the working title is The Storm Wielder)

Breaking traditions Pt 2

Foxtrot Pt 2

Haunted

Subtle Pt 2

The other side of the door

Azris x reader

Confessions

Trying to keep up with who’s been tagged already is mental, so I’ve just done a quick look to see who posted - don’t feel obligated at all 🩷

Tagging @littlestw01f @a-frog-with-a-laptop @sunshinebingo @harrystylesfan2686

[separatist-apologist]

Thinking about how an accidental pregnancy + leaving the church would absolutely get pretty much anyone except elucien excluded from the community and practically chased out of town, but because they're both so charming and lovely, the bake sale ladies are bending over backwards to explain how Lucien found his true godly calling in being a family man. Also I just know the Vanserras are THAT catholic family that has never heard of birth control.

The bake sale ladies are:

- consummate gossips who can't stand losing the most interesting people to ever live in their town

- in love with him and willing to take him however they can get. Oh he FUCKS NOW? Elain is beating them back with a broom

[velidewrites]

Happy Thanksgiving from your Secret Santa!

Sorry about the second ask I sent you. I hadn’t seen your response!! I didn’t realize tumblr wouldn’t tell me when you answered if I asked anonymously LOL

I’m so excited to write something for you, and I’m SO excited that we’re now besties. I’m not mad about it AT ALL.

So here are some questions for you!

Tell me what you like about Jassa! Do you have any headcanons about the ship or about them as individuals that you feel really strongly about?

What about Elucien?

Last, but not least, what tropes do you like? And is there a trope or two that you absolutely LOATHE?

Can’t wait to get the creative juices flowing!!!

Hi Secret Santa! Hope you're having a wonderful day, Happy Thanksgiving!

My favourite thing about Jassa is probably that they're such idiots (affectionate). Like, Jurian is literally the dumbest person alive but also, he's probably the smartest one too? Spying on one of the most evil and manipulative kings in history without being discovered? No problem. Flirting with the girl he likes without accidentally offending her? Not a chance.

I'm also SUCH a sucker for the queen and her general trope. One "My life belongs to you, Your Majesty" line and I am on my knees the floor.

I pretty much like any trope (except for pregnancy or miscommunication, maybe), but my favourite ones aside from queen/general are probably forbidden love or enemies to lovers. If you throw in some smut to it (if you're comfortable writing it, of course!), it's just the perfect cherry on top.

The same goes for Elucien (I also have a very unhealthy thing for redheads). I just love the reluctant lovers vibe - like, "I can't be sure you'll truly love me for who I am," but also "I dream of you every single night and I never want to stop." The vibes are just so GOOD.

I hope this was helpful and I can't say how much I appreciate you dropping by to ask! But also, please remember that literally anything you write I will be an absolute fan of!

[littleloric]

*opens the door to your room and sashays in and flops dramatically on your bed* hey babe, what's up??

Okay, okay, gotta address-- "I think my friend Liz said it best when she said ACOSF was just yoga-ing through your trauma and saying it worked". What are we all, if not Liz stans first and foremost? I've had the exact same conversation (multiple times, oop). ACOSF was a journey of healing, but it could have been a better journey of healing than what we got.

I made some progress on the gift, I've been thinking about what to write and how to write it. It's not that Nesta/Cassian is hard or anything, it's just that I'm not confident in my interpretation of them, ya know? What if people think I make Nesta too mean? What if they think I make their relationship too smooth? Idk. I should really just do my thing, huh?

I never thought about the POV change (from first to third, Feyre to Nesta) but I wonder how much it would have added. Interesting. something to ponder.

ugh. something I would change about the series? um. Nyx. I could quite honestly be outing myself if I speak about this, so I'll keep it brief, but I didn't like Feyre's pregnancy storyline at all.

So um. Important to know. Are you particularly attached to the little guy? Because more often than not I'm like-- he does not exist.

oh!! more questions! I believe you put down that your preferred ships were Elucien and Gwynriel (and the last thing I want to do is step into that minefield, believe me). Please verify that so I don't ruin everything. They will be background, of course, if that, but i need these details lol!

what's going on dude!! Liz stans unite babey 💕💕 but yeah, completely agree. Idk I’ll hold out hope for after everything in acotar comes out it’ll be a good solid story a la tog, but… idk

Just do your thing!! Honestly everything is so up to interpretation. And in my opinion there’s not many interpretations that are completely wrong? Nesta can be a complete bitch yes. She can also be considerate. It just depends on the circumstances, the previous-to-the-fic character development, etc. l promise you you are not going to offend me on her characterization because there’s such a wide berth of her character development that a lot of interpretations will make sense.

Okay so Nyx in theory is great. I love that Feyre decided on her “happy ending” and got it! It’s what she wanted based off of her development in acofas. however… I’m personally of the opinion that she only became pregnant in acosf to allow Nesta to take control of the narrative as an easy way to write Feyre out of the action. So no, I will also not be offended if you casually leave him out love him and love the whole IC being aunts/uncles but also not particularly attached to him Also I’m too dummy thic to really guess who you are so no worries about accidentally outing yourself!

As for the minefield… realistically my biggest ship for Az is Az x Therapy. BUT because this is acotar, I do tend to favor Gwynriel and Elucien. But I also don’t miiiiiiind Elriel. I just love Gwyn and Lucien individually and this is the best way revealed so far for them both to get happy endings lmao. As long as you don’t do a Elain/Tamlin that I’ve seen floating around… you’re good lmao. I’d even enjoy a Elain/Gywn thanks to why I’ve seen from crackship week! But yeah, you’re not gonna step on any mines here hahaha

[houseofhurricane]

Would you mind giving us a snippet of the Elucien accidental pregnancy? Also, congratulations on reaching 1k! ❤️

Since you asked so nicely, here's another snippet of the Elucien accidental pregnancy fic:

You’re my mate, he’d whispered, and Lucien might as well have shouted the words for the way they rang through her. She’d still worn Greysen’s ring on her finger and still her mind was filled with the image of Lucien’s hands on her body, peeling away the wet muslin of her dress, his lips warm on hers. The desire inextricable from the horror of the moment. It has taken Elain years to realize that perhaps this was the Cauldron’s version of a gift.

And now she feels poised at the brink of all those visions. And what would she write to Lucien now? She cannot imagine composing a letter to inform her mate that she carries his child. Such news must be delivered face to face. They will have to discuss the future, all that could be. Whether he wants this child with her.

Lucien never asked for a mate, either, she tells herself. Perhaps he would not want her like this. Or perhaps — and this is what Elain fears most, in the dark moments of the night when she’s most honest — he would want her too much. 

Still, during the naps that have become essential each afternoon, she dreams of him. The dreams are easy: no declarations and no plans, only Lucien’s mouth and his fingers and his cock, filling her and sating her until she screams his name. She wakes with her fingers in her throbbing sex, slick with her wanting. Another symptom of a fae pregnancy, she supposes.

[houseofhurricane]

✈️ and 😃 for the fic asks

Which fic would I travel to? Probably Rules for Spies, these people are in libraries and bookstores all the time! That’s my dream.

What fic did I think no one would be into and then they were? Aside from this Elucien accidental pregnancy fic that no one has really seen, I think that would be the first Gwynriel snippet I ever posted. I wrote it on a Friday night and thought it would disappear into the ether…and it did not. I woke up the next morning, wrote about 3,000 more words of it, and fell in love with Gwynriel.

[houseofhurricane]

1 and 4 for the fanfic ask game?

Usually I know what kind of ending I am going for, but not the specifics. I definitely feel my way into a lot of plot. Also, with longer fanfics, I usually don't outline until I've hit at least 10k words...and sometimes not even then.

4. Fanfic-wise, it's probably this Elucien accidental pregnancy fic! More generally, I have had the idea of writing a novel that is very loosely based on how I met my husband (long distance between the US and Cuba! family meddling! the story is actually somewhat interesting) but with more drama. I haven't quite figured out how to make it work to my satisfaction, but once I do, it's happening.

[houseofhurricane]

I’m working on some Elucien fic (yes I’m finally getting around to that Elucien accidental pregnancy fic!) and realizing that this poem by Ada Limón basically represents my theory of their relationship:

Also, it’s a really great poem.

[houseofhurricane]

like we dream impossible dreams

Summary: It's Starfall, and Elain and Lucien's avoidance and awkwardness turns into something else entirely. (This is basically just Elucien Starfall smut. You've been warned.)

Pairing: Elucien

Word Count: 3,786

This fic is part of a larger Elucien accidental pregnancy fic that I will finish one day. In the meantime --  to celebrate @elucienweek2022​ -- here is a smutty scene from the beginning. I think it works as a one-shot, and I hope to have the completed fic to you soon.

If you’d prefer, you can read this fic on Archive of Our Own.

In the hours since he walked her to the base of the mountain below the House of Wind, Lucien has told himself over and over that Elain will likely flinch from the next sight of him. Still, even as he nods over Cassian’s recounting of the Night Court’s sunball final, he is scanning the terrace for his mate.

When she finally appears, dazzling in a gold dress that gently clings to the curves of her body, her eyes soft and wide and a little smile on his lips, Lucien forgets all about Cassian and all of the political workings of Prythian.

He goes to her.

And Lucien tells himself that she will vanish, that she will run from him, but somehow, by whatever miracle gave them this spring afternoon together, Elain steps towards him, her smile widening at his approach.

As soon as he’s near, he scents the sweet wine on her breath, sees the flush on her cheeks.

A part of him deflates at the possibility that she needed the courage of faerie wine to face him, even as he notices her pearl earrings, his gift from a past winter solstice.

“You look lovely tonight, lady,” he says with a bow. The words are extravagant, certain to make Elain flee under his attention, and yet he rises and meets her gaze directly, letting her see the hope and desire on his face.

If she runs, he tells himself, so be it. She might always run from him, then. And he will teach himself how to make a life without the possibility of his mate.

But Elain does not run. Instead, she tilts her head towards him, a question in her eyes as she dips into a curtsy.

“Why do you always call me lady?”

“You are the sister of the High Lady.”

“I was common even as a human.” 

“You could never be common.”

She takes an audible breath at the words, the feeling behind them. As if she knows he speaks of more than just her gorgeous face, the lush body he aches to worship, that he sees below the surface and wants to know her to her marrow, all her flaws and all her virtues and everything that makes her Elain.

“Still,” she says, “you should call me Elain.”

He nods at her, uncertain how far to press. The streets of Velaris were one thing, but Lucien feels the eyes of her sisters on his back.

“Would you like to dance?” he asks.

“Come get a drink with me instead,” she offers, holding out her hand. Her skin is warm and soft, practically luminous in the moonlight.

And Lucien knows what he is risking, but he cannot help the words that slip from him as if he has forgotten all his training in politicking and strategy.

“Is it really so difficult to be in my presence?”

“No,” she says. “It isn’t — could we find a more secluded space to speak?”

He nods, following her first to the table where drinks are arrayed and then up three flights of stairs to the ring where Cassian and Azriel train the Valkyries. Elain perches on the edge of the training ring and Lucien settles next to her, inhaling her scent, the rich sweetness of jasmine and honey that clings so closely to her skin.

In the silence between them, his eager heart pounds my mate, my mate, my mate. 

Lucien’s heart does not care about the dictates of reality. The fact that Elain can hardly meet his eyes.

So instead of drawing closer, he sips his drink, the wine sweet and sharp on his tongue. He braces herself for whatever comes next.

“I want to hate you,” Elain is saying. Lucien’s fingers tighten on the stem of his wineglass. “I was supposed to be married, Lucien. To a man I thought I loved. I enjoyed my little life. I was going to be the mistress of a manor. Have my own family.”

Her cheeks flush red at that and he wonders, now, what made her want to escape her own. What secrets Elain hides behind that pretty facade of hers. But he says nothing. Lets her speak.

“I want to hate you,” Elain repeats, and Lucien braces himself, “but I don’t. I have these — desires, when you’re close to me. When I dream at night. Even in visions, when I see… you’re in my future, Lucien, and it is overwhelming. What you do to me. Who you are to me.”

He rests his hand on her knee, his thumb stroking lightly over the golden fabric that covers her. It is barely a touch but he is attuned to her little intake of breath, to the way her legs spread slightly at the contact.

“You desire me?” he asks, the words rough and disbelieving. Because he has never scented her arousal, not like now, the hint of musk that makes it nearly impossible not to pull her toward him, strip her bare. Not that he has ever been so near to her. But surely he would have known.

“I tried to ignore it. But now it’s overwhelming. And seeing you this afternoon… I had to lock myself in my bedroom for an hour, afterwords. I could hardly think.”

“What were you doing in your bedroom?” he asks, his fingers moving higher up her leg. It is wrong, perhaps, to tease her like this, but his cock is stiff in his trousers and his heart pounds mate mate mate and Elain looks at him with her limpid dark eyes that see too much, the present and the future spread before them like a great feast, and the mere possibility that she slipped her elegant fingers into her sex and thought of him is far too great a temptation for Lucien to ignore.

“Touching myself.” The words are a ragged little squeak. “I need — it’s too much, Lucien. I think that maybe if I let you touch me, if we went to bed together, it might relieve some of this… feeling.”

This is so unlike what Lucien knows of the mating bond, which draws mates closer with every glance, every touch, that he should scoff in her face. But instead he bends towards her, so that his lips are a hairsbreadth from her own.

“You’re planning to be disappointed with me, then.” He lets a growl into the words, watches her shiver, and he only moves his hand higher on her thigh.

“I don’t know. I only — I only want…”

He wants to rip apart the human man who never bedded Elain with any grace, to leave her with so little kindness. If Greysen were not his host, he would give into the urge on his return to the human realms tomorrow.

Instead, he sets down his wine and moves his other hand towards her neck, sweeping the golden-brown mass of her hair until her neck is exposed. He strokes the bared skin with his thumb until she lets out a sharp gasp.

“What do I do to you, when you’re locked in your room and touching yourself?” He murmurs the words against the hot skin of her lips, her breath colliding with his own. “What do I do to make you come?”

Her hands are clasped around the back of her neck now, wine dripping down his jacket. But it is no matter, none at all, because Elain’s lips are on his, a moan in her throat as he licks into her mouth, into the heat and softness of her.

“You do everything,” she says, when they pull apart for breath. “Everything I want, you give me.”

“There is only so much time before we’ll be discovered.”

Even before he says them, Lucien knows they’re the wrong words, and sure enough, Elain pulls away. But he will not have her forced to accept the bond with him. Let this be only tonight, so long as it is all her choice.

Then she says, “No one will look in my bedroom. They’ll all be watching the stars. Unless — if you want to see them..”

Lucien pulls her tight against him, gives her one last opportunity when he asks, “And the wine you drank is not making this decision?”

“I am in my proper mind.” She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, tucks his hair over one pointed ear, leaving a trail of fire wherever her fingers touch. “I want you… I want this, Lucien.”

“Then show me to your bedroom, lady. The stars are the same every year.”

Later, Lucien will not know how he made it down the seven flights of stairs into the house and then to the wing where Elain keeps her room and then inside the room itself without losing his mind completely. But he hears her locking the door and he moves to her, unfastening the small pearl buttons that run along the back of her dress, slipping her arms out of the close-fitting sleeves, kissing every bit of exposed skin, biting her and licking her until he hears little sounds come from her throat.

“Do you like that, lady?” He’s smirking for what feels like the first time in years. Because Lucien already knows the answer to this question.

Still, when she says, “yes,” and then “please keep doing that,” he’s full of satisfaction. It is no small thing, to draw such desire from his mate. From Elain.

He eases her dress away from her breasts, stopping his kisses long enough to watch her eyes.

In answer, she shoves his jacket from his shoulders. It is newly made, purchased for the occasion as all his clothing for Velaris tends to be, but he does not think of it as he unlaces her corset, the motion crushing her against him. Her breath is hot against his throat.

She reaches up, her fingers on the scar around his eye, and Lucien stops.

Since Nuan was satisfied that his eye would function as intended, no one has touched his scars with tenderness. He’s told himself he does not mind. And perhaps that was true, perhaps he would not savor the sensation of Elain’s gentle fingers if another had touched those scars and looked at him with desire in her eyes, no trace of pity on her face.

“Who hurt you?” she asks.

“That is too long a story for this moment,” he tells her, returning to her corset lacings. Though it is strange that Feyre never told Elain the whole of Amarantha’s harm.

He forgets all of this as Elain’s corset falls away, revealing her to the navel. Her breasts fit so perfectly in his hands, and he circles their rosy tips with his thumbs, bends to kiss them.

“Is this what I do when you imagine me?” he asks.

She shakes her head, her wavy hair skirting over the backs of his hands. “I always thought you’d be more impatient.”

He wants to ask who took her to his bedroom and did not lavish her with attention, but Lucien is sure this would break the spell between them. 

Elain reaches for him, making quick work of the buttons of his shirt. She runs her fingers over his chest, presses her lips to the hollow of her throat, inhaling so deeply that he can feel her shoulders rise agaist him.

The gesture makes him even harder. His mate breathing his scent in deep.

He undoes the last buttons on her dress and lets it fall to the floor, then reaches for her bottom and hoists her up, Elain’s legs wrapping around him on instinct, her sex hot through the lace of her underthings. Her mouth still at his neck.

“Do you ever imagine me?” He hates how the words sound as she speaks them. The uncertainty.

“A thousand times,” he tells her, running his fingers over her thighs, her bottom, all that smooth skin glowing in the starlight. It occurs to Lucien, dimly, that he will see this Starfall as it’s reflected on Elain’s body. That he has never seen such a glorious creature as this female, his lovely mate, arching her back into his touch.

“What was I like?”

“Nothing compared to reality.”

He slips a finger under the fabric between her legs and runs it over the seam of her, savoring the gasp from her lips. Every touch is paired with its own sound, Elain like his own private symphony.

“I want to taste you,” he says, and she nods against him, releasing his hair from where she’s clutched it between her fingers as he lays her gently on the bed, her legs falling open to him, revealing her slick pink sex.

She’s hot against his mouth, sweet and mineral and musky, and crying out his name as soon as his tongue circles the throbbing bud at her apex. He teases her, kissing her thighs, until she reaches for him, pulling his hair until his mouth returns to the place where she wants him, all of it so good that Lucien has to choke back his own groan, control all the need that thunders inside of him.

He’s waited too long for this to end so quickly.

He slips a finger and then another inside Elain, thrusting in and out while he licks at her, the tight clench of her interior muscles making him mutter nonsense against her wet flesh, promising her Mother knows what as she moans and writhes, panting his name as his mouth and fingers unravel her.

When she comes, she moans his name.

“It’s never been like that,” she says as he moves over her, kissing his way across her body. Her hand strokes the line of his back.

“We’re only getting started.” Perhaps he should phrase it as a question, but his heart thrums, my mate my mate my mate and Lucien is so lucky that she smiles and murmurs, good.

He parts her legs again, watching her face as he makes that first push inside of her, slowing down as he sees her wince.

“Are you all right?”

“Touch me again,” she says, demanding as an empress, but even at the brink Lucien is only too happy to obey her, stroking the bud of her sex in tight little circles until she’s panting again, her hips arching against him, pulling him further inside her.

He thrusts into her once, twice, watching for any sign of pain, but she only makes an eager little sound, her hands reaching for him, short nails scraping him, claiming him. Her legs circling his waist.

All of her is so close to him, ready and eager and perfect, her swollen lips and her soft round breasts and the curls at her sex. The slip and clench of her around his cock, the eager movements of her hips.

“You’re perfect, I think,” he tells her, and then he cannot speak as the pleasure builds at the base of his spine, Elain’s scent, her body surrounding him, the world around them only falling stars and golden light and this sensation which is better than anything Lucien has felt in his long and wicked life.

He comes with a growl and she smiles up at him, taking his hand in hers.

As soon as he’s cleaned them both, he pulls her toward him, her breasts against his arm and her bottom against him, her lush and lovely body nestled sweetly in his arms.

“How was it?” he asks. 

Because he needs to be sure that this was not a dream he conjured out of sheer desire for her.

“I loved it.” He cannot read the emotion in her voice, and this should startle him, because Lucien’s life has been saved and remade by the fact that he notices everything around him.

He forgets this when Elain turns to him with a smile on his face. Lucien has never seen this expression on her face before: playful, not a little bit wicked. For a sliver of a moment, he thinks of Jessaminda, but the thought does not pain him as he once would. She loved him. Surely even she would not begrudge him this moment of happiness.

“Is it strange,” Elain asks, twisting a strand of his hair around her finger, “that I already want you again?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, lady,” he says, before his mouth is otherwise occupied.

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When Elain wakes, the lavender pre-dawn light barely illuminates her room. Still Lucien shines in the darkness, his hair like a flame and his skin like polished bronze. The scars around his eyes a mark of all he faced when Amarantha threatened to destroy them all. His legs are twined with hers, his arm around her waist, pulling her back against his front. She can feel his heart beating against her shoulderblade. She likes the rhythm, the steady thump of Lucien’s life making itself known against her skin.

It feels so simple, now, to lie naked in his arms, sleepy and sated, remembering his clever fingers and his cleverer tongue and those smirking making her senseless with pleasure. Breathing in the scent of his skin like some nectar-drunk honeybee.

Elain has so many visions of the future that claim and bewilder her, but now she exists only in this particular moment, with Lucien’s sleepy breath against her neck, his skin warm against her own. She can almost forget the mating bond, the things she’s seen. All the future she is fated to have with him.

It is too much to think of, even on an ordinary day. So Elain releases these considerations and burrows deeper into Lucien’s arms. Lets herself have this.

The action startles Lucien into wakefulness, his metal eye whirring.

“Are you all right?” he asks. His hands lift from her body as if it burns him. He’s right to, probably, after the years she’s spent avoiding him. Likely wonders why she changed her mind yesterday.

Elain cannot provide a clear answer, even to herself. But it was so easy, speaking with him, falling into bed with him, better than anything else she’d experienced. The realization of that fact is startling.

So Elain falls back on old habit and banishes the thought from her mind. Reaches for his hands instead, wrapping her fingers tightly around his.

“I’m all right,” she tells him, nestling into the curve of his neck, letting his scent surround her, sandalwood and citrus and something warm and sharp that’s all Lucien.

Then she bites that one tender place and revels in the way his fingers press into her hips. 

“I thought you would only want me for an evening,” he says.

And then, because Elain is too distracted by his fingers, she tells him, “The sun isn’t up yet.”

It’s not an answer, but his mouth is on her breasts, teasing until his teeth graze the skin, working towards her nipple until her breath is loud and panting.

“I want you so much,” she says, the truth ripped from her.

He grins at her, something like a challenge in his eyes, and works his mouth lower, pulling her forward until she’s kneeling over his face, his fingers stroking her inner thighs while that clever mouth finds new ways to make her moan. 

All too soon she is unraveling, Lucien’s gaze rapt on her as she moans. She can feel the satisfaction from him and it makes her pleasure mount faster, makes her buck her hips against his mouth while he licks and sucks and even bites her. His fingers press into her bottom, holding her tight, and even as her bedroom transfigures into stars and fire and golden light, Elain finds herself hoping that his grip will leave a mark on her. A reminder that this night was real.

When she comes, she moans his name, shuddering and clenching, his hair trapped between her fingers.

Before her release has quieted, she pulls him up, greedy for the hard length of him inside her.

He had been tentative at first, last night, uncertain of her experience, but now he holds her close and slides deep into her with a single thrust.

She scrapes her nails down his back at the sensation. Another climax is already building inside her.

Elain doesn’t want to think about whether it’s the mating bond or Lucien himself, the male she’d rejected for so long. Such possibilities are too complex, to ripe with the possibility of pain.

Instead, she licks the salt from his skin, outlines the lean contours of his muscles with her tongue until he’s shuddering, his release a mounting tide inside him, a match for her own, this spiraling pleasure which is so new and so complete.

“Come with me, Lucien,” she says, the ragged words a demand, and as she feels his release inside her, she unravels in his arms, the noises from her throat desperate as she surrenders.

He holds her for a long moment, and she presses her lips against his scarred brow, marks the surprise on his face. But there are no words inside her to explain.

Instead she falls back against the pillows, her eyelids already drooping from the aftermath of all that’s passed between them, all those hours without sleep.

Elain expects Lucien to follow her, gather her into his arms, but instead he rises from the bed in a fluid motion, cleaning her and then himself. When he begins to pull on his clothing, she keeps her face a careful blank. She does not want him to see her disappointment.

“The sun is rising,” he says, fastening the buttons at his throat.

“You could…” she starts, bracing her hand under herself. She will rise, if he gives her a sign.

“What, Elain?” His voice is sharper than she expected. All of it comes back, all the visions, the future that might unspool from his moment. Everything she’d tried to forget in his arms.

She shakes her head, hears him sigh. She’s already turned away from him, an instinct for protection that her beating heart protests. My mate, my mate, my mate. She tries to remind herself that she never wanted a mate.

“I want you,” he says, finally, even as he steps towards the door. “But it will have to be your decision. And know that, if you come to me, I will want more than just one night with you. I want much more than that, Elain.”

His word on his name is like a kiss. The door does not open. It is said to be impossible to winnow from the House of Wind.

But when Elain rises on the bed, her answer still a jumble in her mind, Lucien is gone.

Notes: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed 🧡

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Would u ever be down to continue the elucien pregnancy fic?? I loved it!

First of all, can I say that this ask made my day? I'm honored that you remember this little snippet.

Here's the thing: I want to finish this. I have an idea of this Elucien accidental pregnancy novella based on that snippet, and as of this weekend I have some idea of how the plot could work, however I also have fanfic and original writing commitments (plus things like my job!) such that it might not happen until later in the summer.

But I want to write the whole thing. In my mind it's very sexy.

I don't know if that's encouraging or not -- because there will definitely be a wait -- but just know that at this point, I'm rooting for this right alongside you 🧡