#lucien a blanche

[thesilverdetective]

“It’s a curious thing, poison immunity. It makes my work much more efficient. Not to mention more enjoyable.”

[thelabsofficial]

T/Amitheasshole for accidentally killing a spiders dad?

Hello! So to start off, I was sent on a mission to retrieve a crystal from a spider cave that held fortunes, but my partner in crime warned me to not do the mission due to how dangerous it was, and the risks, me being the fool I am, I completely ignored his warning! I mean that guy couldn’t even handle a butterfly! And plus I couldn’t let the team down.

Now on to the main story, yadda. Here’s where I realized I fucked up, so during venturing, I reached the cave with the fortunes, but there was a problem: the big dad spider was there with his children, which I counted as 18 of them! So I decided to just tiptoe to the treasure and slowly get it out, but one of the little spiders woke up, and he didn’t look harmless.

OH FUCK MY LIFE!! turns out that spider sends a signal to the other spiders, and now I had to fight off 18 baby spiders. One came flying at me, and my fight-or-flight mode just turned on (I choose fight), and before I knew it, I accidentally… yeah, based on the title.

The spider dad woke up standing at his full height, which was 12’5. I can’t tell, but he was definitely huge, expecting to see his babies with a smile on his face until he saw the carnage that a mere human, myself, did, and he just looked at me and then back at the carnage. I apologized frantically, but he wasn’t listening, maybe because he couldn’t understand, but he started to cry, and it sounded so human-like...?

I didn’t know what to do, so I slowly took the treasure and tried to exit out of the cave, but before I knew it, he was after me! A big-ass 12’5 spider was rushing towards me and damaged his own cave due to his rage and even ended up tripping me on my feet (I HAVE BAD KNEE PROBLEMS, SO THANKS, ASSHOLE). and now I’m in a. Deep dark area hiding from him, so I’m asking you three for your guys opinion.

-A.S

"I'm going to say you are most certainly the asshole in this situation. Disturbing and, in this case, killing wildlife for no reason other than to further your own greed is far from acceptable. These spiders seemed non invasive and were not a threat to anyone who wasn't actively engaging with them. Additionally, spiders are great at pest control because they eat all sorts of bugs that destroy plants and spread disease. Larger spiders, such as these, often eat birds, smaller mammals and rodents, and have even been reported to eat deer. Spiders of all sizes are integral to keeping the balance of predator and prey in an ecosystem for it to thrive. You may now be slightly richer, but know that you have fallen into a capitalistic trap that will only take more from you than you could ever earn. In short, YTA." - Valerie

“First of all, I’m very, very interested to know where these giant spiders are located, for research purposes of course. With regards to your question, well, you did technically break into their nest and tried to steal from them and then committed murder when you were caught, so I think it’s pretty clear YTA. But you signed up for freelance adventuring, didn’t you? If you were worried about being an asshole, you’d listen to your team… How about a deal? I can come retrieve you, just let me know where you are. As for payment, well… how about a crystal of sorts?” - Lucien

"NTA. As they say nowadays, fuck them kids." - Niles

[undeadbard]

Ring ring! What could they possibly be discussing?? they're talking shit

Lucien (top left) by @silverofthedragons Valerie (top right) by @mysticmunchies

[universal-genious]

If Lucien challenged you to a dance off what are you doijg? 🧐

OH. OHOHOHOHO.

I would SMOKE him. I would DESTROY HIM.

Anything off of my lab playlist would do, but for MAXIMUM DESTRUCTION, the lineup would be as follows:

"Smooth Criminal" by Michael Jackson. I'm a supervillain, I'm contractually obligated.

"Judas" by Lady Gaga. You had better believe I'm doing THE choreography.

"Cold Hearted" by Paula Abdul - one of the FIERCEST lip-syncs in Drag Race herstory. (If you haven't seen it, LOOK IT UP. NOW.) And finally,

"Footloose" by Kenny Loggins. This one is special. This one is a "drop everything you're working on and immediately start dancing" song in my lab.

Wonderful question, thanks so much for writing in. Ta-ta!

~ Niles Genious Tolliver 🐁⚡

[thesilverdetective]

Reblogging this instead of reposting it from my old account so I don’t have to put anyone through the hassle of reinteracting with it.

Lucien’s quite a bit late to Tumblr compared to Cara. Dunno why I did that.

Anyways, meet Lucien Amadeus Blanche, supervillain and mad scientist! Master of poisons and antidotes, as well as the controller of a large hivemind of mechanical spiders. He’s also the arch enemy of that rat bastard Niles over on @undeadbard ‘s place.

[bittybattybunny]

Oh look another pokemon, the sauvest wigglytuff, Jason Blanche! Jason is fun and didn't change much from the last I drew him but yeah. normally I don't draw him as a pokemon he exists in a world of just gijinka but it was funny.

[olenvasynyt]

Day 7 of Elucien Week: Alternate Universe

Red Lucien and La Dame Blanche

“I love you, a nighean donn. I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye ’til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased wi’ the world.”

Ever since I found out Lucien is inspired by Jamie from Outlander I always wanted to see Lucien in a kilt but NO ONE HAS DONE IT so I took matters into my own hands. Here is Lucien and Elain as Jamie and Claire Fraser from Outlander!

Thank you @elucienweekofficial for hosting this amazing week!

[throneofsmut]

Bound In Flames - Part 8

Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister-Reader || WC: 4.8k || Warnings: Smut

Summary: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.

A/N: This part has to do with calanmai which is basically a faerie fuck fest. So if you guys are just as sick and depraved as I am you’ll eat this shit up.

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“Eris, I swear to the Mother if you hurt her-“ Lucien snarled, baring his teeth, as he pushed the tip of his dagger deeper into Eris’s porcelain skin. A droplet of crimson red blood sliding down the column of his throat.

The sight of it had you moving on instinct.

In seconds you had moved away from the dagger Eris had pressed against your throat, disarming Lucien and pressing his own dagger against the sun tanned skin of his throat. Fae—mating—instincts coming to the surface, you growled and then whispered two words deathly soft into Lucien’s ear, “Watch It.” You pulled back, still keeping the blade against his throat and looked at him. His face had blanched and his eyes were wide with fear or shock, you weren’t sure.

You blinked once and saw yourself through his eyes and blinked again and you were looking at him through your own eyes again. His eyes were still wide, but now you knew it was mostly fear. He knew you wouldn’t actually kill him, though he knew you definitely could if you wanted to by the way you had the knife angled at his throat.

Lucien had finally realized it for the first time in that moment, that you weren’t all talk, that you would and could kill him. And you scoffed. Flipping the dagger in your hand so the handle was facing him, “Enjoy the Rite,” handing it back to him.

He took it and sheathed it.

Behind you Eris chuckled in amusement. Though not at his little brother but at your antics. Turning around to face him, you took one step towards him, but stopped. He had a look in his eyes as he took you, one that you couldn’t describe, “What?”

He shook his head softly, “Nothing,” but you noted the way his pupils dilated when his eyes met yours again. Then he held out his hand for you to take. A silent invitation.

Before you could even take a step Lucien’s hand was gripping your arm and a growl ripped its way out of Eris’s throat—possessive and protective. Your eyes never left your mate, not even as he glared at his brother. Lucien sighed once he realized you weren’t going to look at him, “I know I can’t stop you so. . . be careful, Y/n. He’s not safe.” But you didn’t want safe, you wanted him. Eris.

You still didn’t look at Lucien as you ripped your arm free of his hold, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lucien. Enjoy the rite.” Your voice sounding sharper than you intended, but this would likely be the only night you would have with Eris, your mate, and you were wasting time. You made your way towards Eris and he was still glaring at his youngest brother when you finally stood before him.

He was the most beautiful male you have ever seen. Dressed in Autumn Court colors, his clothes—all dark wine red with gold threading, all finely made—cut close enough to his body that you could see how magnificent he was. Anyone with eyes could see that by the way they clung to his muscular body. Eris wasn’t bulky with muscles he was more so lean. His red shoulder length hair dancing in the night spring breeze like living flames. And his amber eyes seemed to be gifts from the sun as they both glowed the same shade of gold.

You were standing so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body and his scent. His scent was intoxicating—cedar, citrus and crackling fires— invading all of your senses and before you could even stop yourself you were in his arms. He was so tall that you had to stand on the tips of your toes to wrap your arms around his neck. Not even a second later you felt his arms immediately wrap around your waist, holding you to him.

One second you were standing in fields of the Spring Court, the next the world seemed to fold in on itself as you winnowed to a cabin. Your body wanted to stay near him but the years of training that were drilled into you had you pulling away taking in your surroundings. Eris seemed to still as you looked around, “Where are we ?” You asked quietly.

“My home away from home.”

You only nodded your head, letting him know you had heard him as you continued to look around. The cabin itself was beautiful; floor to ceiling mahogany and autumn court color and style furnishings. It was very much Eris. The small living room had the fire place going but you heard wood crackling from the back of the cabin. Tilting your head so you could look past your mates broad shoulders, what looked like a bedroom door was open and just past it in the room was a bookshelf. A well stocked bookshelf. Eris cleared his throat, voice tight, “Do you like it?”

You looked at him and gave him a sweet smile, “I like it.”

He threw his head back and laughed and you realized you had never heard a sound so beautiful before. Eris was still laughing when he stepped closer to you, and you didn’t back away this time, as he cupped your face in his large hands. Then he leaned down so close that if he spoke your lips would brush against each other. . . and he did. One word.

“Liar.”

He took a step back and it was your turn to laugh, “I’m not lying,” you said in between giggles.

“All right, fine. You like it but. . .”

“But, my favorite color is blue and it’s just a lot of red, orange and yellow everywhere.”

He bowed deeply at the waist—mockingly, playfully—“I apologize, little flame, that our cabin is not up to your standards. I vow that the next time you see it will be to your liking.” Eris stood back up to his full height wearing a teasing smile on his face.

You wanted to roll your eyes at his theatrics and tell him to shut up, but instead you only asked, “Our?”

“Our.” He affirmed.

You blinked at him, brows furrowed, “Why?”

“What belongs to me, belongs to my mate. What’s mine is yours, little flame.” Eris said matter of factly.

“About that. . . how did you find out we were mates?”

“You.”

“Me?” He nodded his head, “Eris I need a little more than that.”

He took a step forward until he was right in front of you and you had to crane your neck back to meet his eyes. Then he lifted his right hand that was adorned in gold rings and tucked your hair behind your left ear. “Since last winter, when you made it over the wall, I’ve been dreaming of you every night. And every morning since then I’ve had the same nightmare.”

“What nightmare?” Your voice was barely more than a whisper.

“You’re not by my side when I wake up,” he breathed.

You didn’t miss the way he was looking at you, like he was drinking in the fact that you were still here. That you were actually here and you realized you were doing the same thing.

You don’t know how much time passed before he spoke again, “How did you find out?”

“The Suriel told me.”

His brows furrowed, “You ensnared a Suriel?”

“No, he found me.”

This time his eyes narrowed and he blinked, “The Suriel found you and told you?” He sounded skeptical.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“They’re an old friend,” you shrugged.

Eris shook his head as he gave you a broad smile, “My mate is friends with one of the Suriel.”

You nodded your head, “Mhmm.”

“What did the Suriel tell you?”

Your eyes flickered between his amber eyes and then settled on the crackling fire beside you, “That like me, my mate has fire in their blood and we would find each other on Calanmai. You’re the heir to the Autumn Court. The both of us bound in flames. Bound to each other.” Your eyes met gold ones again, “That we have always been meant to burn together." You didn’t tell him that the Suriel also said you were heir to Spring. You couldn’t tell anyone, not yet.

“How did you know I was your mate and not Lucien?” You didn’t, not for sure. Lucien was powerful enough in his own right to be a High Lord’s heir. You could feel it.

“I felt a tugging in my gut — in my chest a couple times like there was a string inside of me and when I saw you it felt warm like it was glowing,” You smiled softly because that same feeling hadn’t gone away yet.

Eris’s eyes tracked your lips movements and you noted the way his pupils dilated and the way his scent shifted. It was muskier and even though you weren’t in exactly in Spring territory anymore you could still hear, still feel, the pulsating drum beats.

His left hand that was also adorned with gold rings, cupped your face, his thumb swiping against your cheek as he uttered a single question, “Can I kiss you?”

You felt your cheeks heat and only nodded your head in response not trusting your voice. His nostrils flared and you knew he scented your arousal.

“I need words, little flame. I want to hear it from your lips,” Eris commanded, his voice rough with lust.

“Yes, please.” Your voice a breathy sensual whisper.

His large hands cupped your face and then he was surging forward, your mouths met with a desperate need, it was all teeth and tongue. He was savoring every brush of your tongue against his, every drag of your lips, eagerly exploring every part of you. You both knew what you wanted—needed—and were going to take it.

His hands moved from your face to roaming over your figure before settling on your ass making you moan into his mouth. You buried your hands in his hair, it was soft beneath your fingertips as you tugged and pulled on it. Making him groan into your mouth every time you did.

You both begrudgingly pulled away needing to catch your breaths. Eris’s eyes darkened as he took you in, “You are so beautiful,” he murmured panting softly.

You felt your cheeks redden at his words again and shook your head, looking down at your feet.

His hands titled your head up, making you meet his eyes, “I’m serious, little flame, you’re beautiful. You are a goddess. . . My goddess.” You were going to brush him off, but the sincerity in his eyes and voice made you believe it.

“Then prove it. Worship me, Eris,” your voice was breathy and raw with lust. You were both succumbing to the effects of the magic felt on Fire Night. The drumbeats were now pounding and pulsating rapidly and something shifted in both of you. You needed him and he needed you in any and every way you could have each other. Neither one of you knew who moved first, but the both of you began tearing at each others clothes, your mouths meeting again.

Once you were both bare before each other, you pulled away again drinking him. Your mate was beautiful, his body was powerfully built, corded in muscles as if the Mother herself carved him from marble just for you. His body was sparsely littered in scars, the pink raised skin stark in comparison to his porcelain skin and you had no doubt he’d had more on his back. If the scars peaking over his shoulders were any indication.

You were for once grateful that the blood spell your mother used on you covered your scars. You wouldn’t ask him about his scars, in a way they made him more beautiful to you, but yours were more brutal than anything.

Both of your chests were heaving as you drank in the sight of each other. Breath hitching when you saw him, hard and at attention. He was long and thick, you knew it was going to hurt, but some fucked up part of you wanted it to. Wanted to feel every glorious inch and vein of him as he buried himself in your cunt. Licking your lips at the thought of him inside of you.

And he licks his lips when he sees your cunt glistening with arousal. The both of you make eye contact and you don’t know what he sees on your face, but the sight of it had him closing his eyes as a groan fell from his kiss swollen lips. Then he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and carrying you to the only bed in the cabin.

Eris kissed you again, like a starved man who couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. He pulled away only to start kissing and biting the tanned skin of your jaw, neck and chest. The only sounds coming from the both of you were lewd moans and groans as he laid you atop the soft bed.

Climbing on top of you, he trails his tongue down your neck and to your chest, swirling it around your hardened nipples and between your breasts. Down your tummy and between your thighs. All while leaving kisses behind.

“Eris,” his name was a plea and prayer on your lips.

He moved to sit back on his haunches as his eyes rove over your body before settling on your soaked cunt, “Yes, little flame?”

“I need you,” you whimper.

“Have you—“ he shudders as his jaw and hands clench and unclench. His eyes darkening with the promise of violence, “Have you ever been with—“

You don’t even let him finish the question, “No. . . just you.”

He visibly relaxes and smiles, “Gods, the Mother really made you just for me,” he says under his breath to himself. Amber eyes meet yours, “I’m going to be the first and only male to ruin you,” he promises.

“So what are you waiting for Eris. . . ruin me,” you tilt your head at him, your mouth curving into a teasing smirk.

Without another word he settles himself between your thighs and puts your legs over his shoulders. His large hands holding your thighs apart as he licks a single long broad stripe through your folds. Digging his fingers into your soft skin, groaning at the sweet taste of you on his tongue and your hands fist the sheets beneath you at the feeling.

Back arching off the bed as his tongue flicks your clit, “Oh. . . f—fuck Eris,” you cry out in pleasure. Then he circles and swirls his tongue before sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You start to squirm beneath him as he savors you, heat begins pooling in your lower tummy, but his large hands keep you spread and in place for him. Sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of his tongue entering you, “Eris, Eris, Eris !” His name a prayer on your lips and he is your god.

Muscles tensing as his tongue leaves you feeling empty, but then he goes right back to sucking on your swollen clit. Your walls spasming and contracting on nothing as the heat in your belly turns to fire and spreads throughout your body. Time seems to stop as he begins to suck harshly, the sheets fisted in your hands ripping out of pure pleasure and then you shattered.

Your mates name on your lips as you fall apart.

Eris doesn’t give you to time to catch your breath as he moves to sit on his knees beside your still trembling body. One of his hands plays with your tits while he uses the other to run through your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers, your hips jerking up in response.

Then he’s moving his hand that was playing with your tits, resting it atop your lower belly as he buries two slicked covered fingers into your cunt. Eris moves them in and out at a relentless pace fucking you with them, pushing down a bit on your belly, applying pressure with his other hand, as he curls them inside of you. Hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has you crying out in pleasure.

“Eyes on me,” he orders.

Your nerves, your entire body feels like it’s on fire.

“Eyes on me or I stop.”

It takes everything in you to open your eyes, but you do. The sight of him nearly taking your breath away entirely. His red hair was mused, blown pupils with small rings of gold around them, his mouth and chin covered in your slick and a smug smirk on his lips.

“That’s it’s, little flame. Eyes on me,” he coos. Walls fluttering around his fingers at his words, his voice, him. The coil inside of you tightening, legs shaking and then the coil snapped.

You were a babbling incoherent mess as you squirted, soaking his fingers, your thighs and sheets beneath you. “Good fucking girl,” he praised, but he didn’t stop. You couldn't tell where one climax ended and another began as continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you relentlessly. You didn’t know how many times he made you squirt before he stopped.

Your body was still shaking and your chest was still heaving as he licked a long stripe from your sensitive cunt—making you whimper—up to your lips. Kissing you and then swiping his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission, your tongue met his, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

Eris pulled back smiling proudly at you before placing a soft gentle kiss on your forehead, “You did so good, little flame.” You looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Can you keep going or do you want to sleep?”

You knew if you said you wanted to stop he would stop, but you also knew this might be only night you get to be with him and you weren’t going to waste it. So you nodded your head.

He chuckled, “I need words,” he pushed your hair out of your face, “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice raw and hoarse from all the pleasure.

Eris kissed you on the forehead again, praising you, “Atta girl.”

You were still panting softly when he rose from the bed and said he would be right back, he left the bedroom, coming back with two glasses of water in hand. “Drink up, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” You didn’t even reach for the water as you stared at him, his cock, unabashedly. Eris was still hard as rock—just from looking at you. Since he saw you bare before him.

The sight of him, his tip red and angry had you running your tongue over your lips, hungry to feel him in your mouth. You didn’t say anything as you crawled to him, to where he was standing at the side of the bed and wrapped your hand around him.

He hissed when you pumped him a few times which only motivated you do more, so you could see how he’d react. But before you could, Eris stopped you pulling your hand away, “Drink,” he ordered.

Taking the glass of water from his hand you gulped it down greedily. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you were knocking back the glass. Practically chugging it as water trickled down from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. Eris only shook his head, chuckling, “Good?” Taking both of your empty glasses and setting them on the nightstand.

You nod, giving him a shy smile, wiping the water off your chin with the back of your hand, “Good.”

His hand wraps around your neck, guiding you to where he wants before he leans down, kissing you hungrily. Then you’re wrapping your hand around his length, pumping and twisting slowly, his hips bucking in response to your touch.

The both of you pull away from the kiss and he groans as you grip him harder and pick up the pace. Letting out a shuddering exhale as you lay on your stomach infront of him, biting your lip, enjoying how your mate reacts to your touch. Stroking him a couple more times before licking a long broad stripe on the underside of length.

Eris lets out a lewd moan as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. His hands brushing your hair back as you lightly lap at his sensitive tip, savoring the taste of the salty bead of precum that was on it.

Kiss swollen lips part to take him, making you gag as his cock hits the back of your throat, “Oh fuck,” Eris rasps out. Hollowing your cheeks as you pull almost all the way back. Making eye contact as you swirl your tongue around his tip, working his long thick length with your hand, the other playing with his balls. “Mother’s tits,” he groans.

Lips wrapping around the head of his cock as you guide his hands to grip your hair. His amber eyes twinkle when he realizes what you want him to do, “Are you sure, little flame? I won’t be gentle.” You hum a ‘yes’ to him as best you can with him in your mouth. The feral look in his eyes matches the smirk he wears and he doesn’t waste another second.

Not as he tightens the hold he has on your hair and mercilessly bucks his hips into your mouth. Eyes watering as you sputter around his cock, “That’s it. . . fucking take it like a good, little slut,” he growls.

Tears run down your cheeks and saliva runs down your chin as he fucks your mouth. Hips grinding on nothing in response to the obscene noises he makes and the lewd sounds of him roughly bucking his hips into your warm mouth. Then he’s suddenly pulling you off of him and crashing his lips to your swollen ones. Before you can even catch your breath he’s swirling his tongue around yours.

He pulls away, both of you breathing heavily, he presses his forehead against yours. He chuckles, “You all right?”

You nod your head, “Mhm.”

“Gods I wanted to finish in your mouth, but I’d rather finish in you,” he confesses.

“Please,” you breathe and he nods his head.

Then he’s moving, positioning you in the middle of bed and sliding a plush pillow beneath your head, as he sits on his knees between your thighs. He sighs contentedly, scanning you from head to toe, “Gods, my beautiful beautiful, mate.”

You sit up on your elbows, wrapping your right hand around his cock and stroke him, “My beautiful beautiful, mate,” you repeat back to him. The smile Eris gives you, causes butterflies to flutter in your belly and then he’s leaning forward capturing your lips in a way you could only describe as loving.

His left hand cups the side of your face as he lays you back down, still kissing you and his large right hand covers the one you have wrapped around his cock. Then he’s rubbing the tip of it through your folds, hips jerking when it rubs over your clit as he swallows your moans.

Pulling back, pressing your forehead to his chest, “Eris. . . please. . .” you whimper.

“Please what, little flame,” he chuckles darkly and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smirking.

“Fuck me—“ your voice dies in your throat at the feeling of his cock pushing into you. Your hands move to grip his biceps as you hiss out in pain, you know you’re wet enough but he’s just so big. Eris continues pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully buried in your cunt.

Your chest heaving at the lingering hint of pain, but he doesn’t move, letting you stretch and adjust to his size. He just places kisses all over your face as you adjust, “You’re doing so good,” he praises. “Take your time.”

You both stay there not moving and he just continues to kiss you and talk you through it for a couple minutes longer.

Letting out a shaky breath, you utter one word, “Move.”

That’s all it takes for him to start slowly rolling his hips, your walls fluttering around him, making him groan. “Fuck,” he drawls out. Eris continues fucking into you with slow but precise rolls of his hips, but he’s starting to tremble with restraint from holding himself back. Not wanting to hurt his sweet little mate.

But any hint of lingering pain is long gone and you want—need—him to ruin you. “Eris?”

“Yes?” He grits out.

“I need you harder. . . faster,” you murmur against his skin.

His hips still for a second, then he’s throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, hips snapping against the back of your thighs and ass as he fucks into you at an impossibly fast pace. This new position making you cry out as his tip repeatedly hits your sweet spot, “Ohh f-fuck Eris!”

“Gods. . . you take me well,” he says between pants, “You were made for me, little flame.” Then he sets your legs back down and puts his hands down on the bed, beside your tits as he deeply thrusts into you, causing you to throw your head back into the pillow. Screwing your eyes shut and screaming his name out while your nails scratch his back.

He lets out a hiss that has you opening your eyes, scanning his face, you open your mouth to ask if you hurt him. But he quickly shakes his head ‘no,’ “I—I just feel you, little flame.” He reassures you, shifting his hips at another angle, hitting spots he hadn’t hit before.

“Fuuuck, Eris.” You cry out, your hands finding his back again, scratching.

"Look at you," he murmurs as he moves inside you.

You manage to rise up enough to see where you were joined—to see his cock pulling almost all the way out before disappearing back into your body. And the sight of it wrecked you so thoroughly that it pushed you right over the edge. Your mates name on your lips as you fell as he worked you through your orgasm.

You stay like that for a little while longer—him rutting into you—then he’s flipping you around so you’re on top. He doesn’t even move yet and your body shudders, the fit so much deeper in this position.

Pressing your hand against your lower belly and gasp, his cock twitching inside of you. He has a smug smirk of pure male satisfaction on his face, “See, you were made for me. We’re a perfect fit.”

You lean down to kiss him, and then whisper in his ear, “I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”

Eris sucks in sharp breath and now it’s his turn to beg, “Please, little flame.” So you sit up, hands braced on his broad chest, and rode him.

Eris howled your name—thrusting his hips up to meet yours—like the devotee of a god. Your tits bouncing wildly in his face as you rode him, faster, harder. His fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, no doubt leaving bruises behind in their wake. “Touch me. . .” you breath, your voice dripping sin.

Grinding your hips down on him as he moved his hands to grope your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples. His touch making goosebumps appear and spread all over your body. Breath hitching every time your swollen clit rubbed against the muscles of his abs. His own pleasure making his abs twitch only adding to your own pleasure. Causing heat to build in your belly from the friction.

You braced your hands on his chest again, slamming your ass against his hips, drowning out the drumbeats that still sounded outside for Calanmai. The only thing you could hear was the sound of skin slapping skin and your sounds of pleasure.

Then he pulled you against him so you were chest to chest, wrapping his arms around your back, jackknifing up into you relentlessly. “Be a good little mate and fucking take it,” he grits out. The fire in your belly turning to molten lava. Your hands fisting the sheets at his sides before biting into his shoulder.

It looked like they were glowing with starlight, or maybe your own vision fractured as release barreled into you again like a lightning strike.

And Eris found his, gasping your name over and over as he grinded your hips onto his with a bruising grip. His cock twitching as he spilled himself in you. Your walls spasming and contracting around him, milking every last drop of his cum, as he held you there on him until he was well and truly empty.

When you were done, you remained atop him with him still inside of you and he still had a hand on your hip, while the other played with your hair.

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Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2024! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to share their creativity and engage with the week!

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poems:

Healing by @shadowqueenjude

Take Me To Church (Sneak Peek) by @allwaswellllll

Splendor Solis by @fimproda

Dancing Barefoot by @zenkindoflove

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

It's Just a Burning Memory by @the-darkestminds

Beauty Marks by @fieldofdaisiies

Better Days by @shallyne

Dressing Room Dilemma by @yaralulu

New Phone, Who 'Dis? by @writtenonreceipts

Mine For A Moment by @starfall-spirit

The Wedding Date by @clockwork-ashes

Long Live by @separatist-apologist

Auburn Embrace by @sonics-atelier

A Heart of Gold by @jules-writes-stories

Got Lovestruck, Went Straight to My Head by @withclawandvine

Healing by @shadowsingers-mate

Guard Dog of Your Fevered Dreams by @asnowfern

The Ways We Mend by @animezinglife

Can I Be Close to You by @temperedink

Too Sweet by @shadowisles-writes

Something About April by @starsreminisce

What Do You Know About Love by @the-lonelybarricade

Open Water by @itsybitsybluesy

Trancing Through A Day Dream by @thelovelymadone

Morning Edition by @cauldronblssd

the trouble with wanting by @wilde-knight

🎨Art:

Elucien in the rain commissioned by @freyjas-musings and @amandapearls from artist Ekilateral.art

A Warrior of the Mind commissioned by @starfall-spirit from artist brunagarretart

Statues in Love by @climbthemountain2020

Elain and Lucien promenading commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @/shinkxart

Elucien kissing commissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @lib-arts

Elucien Bridgerton AU commissioned by @gwynrieldefenseatty from artist Shinkxart

Better Days by @shallyne

Red Lucien and La Dame Blanche by @olenvasynyt

Tension and Healing pt 2 commissioned by @the-lonelybarricade and @separatist-apologist from artist @brielyasmin

Elucien Embrace commissioned by @moonpatroclus and @cauldronblssd from artist @/viliuad00’s

Relaxation and Pampering commissioned by @foxylady13 and @kbirdie03 from artist @/b_astora

You Are So Gorgeous, It Makes Me So Mad by @sad-scarred-sassy

Vampire Elucien by @works-of-heart

Road Trip by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Genderbent Elucien by @nesta-apologist

Some Place Under The Sun, We Feel Our Hearts For The First Time commissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/gessueter

Elain Writes Lucien a Letter commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @dimalry

Emperor Lucien and Empress Elain by @belabellissima

🎶Misc:

Elucien in Faerûn by @little-fierling

The Mother and the Cauldron - creating Elucien by @dreamsandstars24

Elucien pirates AU moodboard by @shadowqueenjude

Elucien Ghibli Moodboard by @lainalit

day seven: au ( v i c t o r i a n ) by @spore-loser

ELAIN AND ELUCIEN: TENSION AND HEALING by @octobers-veryown

Elucien x Howl's Moving Castle Moodboard by @sunshinebingo

Modern Moodboard by @iheartfjords

Fox and Fawn Playlist by @bookishwithathought

Tension & Healing Moodboard by @inbiography

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AU coloring page by @sadiegirl2021

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Header art by @laxibbeb

[starsreminisce]

This:

But Feyre, Cassian knew, had been aware of what she’d see before entering. And well aware that these ten minutes had only been the opening movements in a symphony of pain that Azriel could conduct with brutal efficiency.

Is compatible with this:

Gwyn crossed her arms, pale robes rustling. She winced and rubbed her shoulder. “Did you know shields weighed so much? I certainly didn’t. No wonder the Valkyries learned to use them as weapons as deadly as their swords.” She sighed. “They’d have been quite a sight in battle: cracking open enemy skulls with blows from their shields, throwing them to knock an opponent onto their backs before skewering them …” She rubbed her shoulder again. “Their arm muscles must have been as hard as steel.”

but it's not compatible with this:

Nesta wasn’t going anywhere. She could barely stay sitting. And Elain … Amren was holding Elain upright as she vomited in the grass. Not from the Cauldron. But pure terror.

as this is:

I looked to Lucien, but the color had blanched from his face, leaving a sickly white-green in its wake. “Lucien,” Tamlin said—a quiet command. But Lucien kept gaping at the faerie’s ruined back, at the stumps, his metal eye narrowing and widening, narrowing and widening. He backed up a step. And another. And then vomited in a potted plant before sprinting from the room.

however this:

Her focus wholly on me, on taking from me the beauty I’d burned from her, Brannagh did not see him winnow until it was too late. Until Lucien’s sword refracted the light of the sun leaking through the canopy. And then met flesh and bone.

is similar to this:

But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

which is different from this:

She smiled crookedly at Nesta. “I kept to the trees the first two nights, watching the beasts, and I spotted that horrible male and his companions this morning. Saw they’d found my nightgown and displayed it, and I knew they were hunting for you. I thought I’d take them out before they could find you.”

but is similar to this:

“Azriel slaughtered all of them within moments. He didn’t hesitate. But I could barely move, and when I tried to get up … He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it.

[thelabsofficial]

Ah. So you’re. Roommates.

“Niles and I are NOT ‘roommates’. I didn’t invite him here, he didn’t ask permission, and his lab is situated on the entire other side of a giant chasm! If anything, we barely qualify as neighbors.” - Lucien

[pupsmailbox]

ANGELIC︰DEVINE ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇　abo/above. adore/adore. ae/ae. ae/aer. an/angel. angel/angel. angelic/angelic. arch/angel. archangel/archangel. arrow/arrow. aura/aura. ay/aym. ballet/ballet. beau/beau. beauty/beauty. being/being. beloved/beloved. black/black. bless/bless. bless/blessing. blessing/blessing. bloom/bloom. blue/blue. bow/bow. broke/broken. bun/bun. celeste/celestial. celestial/celestial. cher/cher. cherub/cherub. cherub/cherubim. chirp/chirp. choir/choir. clou/cloud. cloud/cloud. cold/cold. cross/cross. crown/crown. cu/cupid. cupid/cupid. curse/curse. dark/dark. deity/deity. delicate/delicate. div/divine. div/divinity. divine/divine. dove/dove. drift/drift. empty/empty. er/ero. ero/ero. ethe/ethereal. ethereal/ethereal. ey/eyr. fai/faith. faith/faith. fall/fall. fall/fallen. fate/fate. faun/fauna. feather/feather. flight/flight. float/float. flower/flower. fluff/fluff. fly/flight. fly/fly. glow/glow. gold/gold. grace/grace. gra/grace. grudge/grudge. hae/haer. ha/halo. halo/halo. harp/harp. he/hym. hea/heaven. heal/heal. heart/heart. heaven/heaven. heaven/heavenly. hell/hell. hol/holy. holy/holy. hush/hush. hx/hxm. hy/hym. hymn/hymn. id/idol. ix/ix. kind/kind. kyr/kyr. lace/lace. lamb/lamb. life/life. light/light. lo/love. lyr/lyr. lyre/lyre. melancholy/melancholy. metallic/metallic. mirror/mirror. mist/mist. misty/misty. mon/mon. moral/moral. omen/omen. peace/peace. perfect/perfection. pink/pink. pure/pure. pure/purr. radiant/radiant. ribbon/ribbon. rose/rose. sacred/sacred. saint/saint. scept/scepter. self/self. ser/seraph. seraph/seraph. seraph/seraphim. shimmer/shimmer. shine/shining. shx/hxr. silk/silk. sin/sin. sing/song. sky/sky. smite/smite. snake/snake. snow/snow. soar/soaring. soft/soft. somber/somber. sorrow/sorrow. spark/sparkle. spirit/spirit. sugar/sugar. swan/swan. sweet/sweet. taint/taint. tether/tether. thorn/thorn. thxy/thxm. thy/thyn. tru/trumpet. unholy/unholy. unknown/unknown. vae/vaer. val/valentine. vio/vior. water/water. white/white. wi/wing. wing/wing. wraith/wraith. wrath/wrath. yellow/yellow. ðe/ðim. þe/þim. ȝe/ȝim. ☀️ . ☁️ . ⛪ . ✨ . ⭐ . 🐑 . 👁️ . 👼 . 🕊️ . 🕯️ . 😇 . 🤍 . 🦢.

[universal-genious]

Niles who do you hate SECOND to Lucien and why?

Also were you naturally born gray? (I’m really bad at colors so correct me) or did something happen and why do you need the goggles?

What excellent questions!

Lucien is, of course, my dearly detested arch-enemy, whom I despise with every fiber of my being. Second only to him come a very pesky group of heroes - but, unfortunately, I have been instructed by the Powers That Be to refrain from revealing details about them just yet. Expect to be hearing about them very soon.

Yes, this is my natural skin tone! I am a dark elf, a species of subterranean humanoid. As such, my complexion is a very handsome shade of greyish-purple.

I wear my goggles for a myriad of reasons. For starters: lab safety, of course! I may be an evil scientist, but even we of the villainous sort must follow basic lab safety protocols. My goggles also help to shield my eyes from any sort of harsh, bright light - we dark elves are rather sensitive to sunlight and the like. And of top of all that - they look rather dashing on me, don't you think?

Thanks for writing in!

~ Niles Genious Tolliver 🐀⚡️

[seventeenpins]

hi, i'm Pins! please enjoy this masterlist of TLOU works.

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never pegged you for a quitter

never pegged you for a quitter (pt i) • knock him down a peg (pt ii) | Joel x f!reader x Tess | smut | Joel gets pegged. Repeatedly.

a slight miscalculation

Chapter I • Chapter II - Joel x f!reader | 8.3k | ongoing series | Sarah is off to college, and Joel is about to be living in an empty nest. Letting go of his inhibitions for the first time in a long time, he tumbles into a one night stand that becomes very complicated, very quickly.

west

Prologue • Chapter I (upcoming) - Joel x nb!reader | ongoing series | Dakota Territory, 1879. Joel Miller, a widower, lives on the outskirts of Deadwood with his brother and daughter. The end of the world arrives piece by piece, and then all at once.

triptych

part i • part ii- tommy x f!reader x joel | 2.5k | after a shitty day, you chat with a man at a bar. after a surprisingly nice night, you go back to his place only to discover he lives with his brother who happens to be an old flame of yours.

stepdad!joel au

bad girl (part i) • practice makes perfect (part ii) • bloom (part iii) • blanch (part iv) - you're staying in your hometown for a couple of months and your stepdad walks in on you watching porn.

forget-me-not

forget-me-not (part i) | qz!joel x f!reader | 3.3k | angst/smut | joel's about to travel west to wyoming in search of his brother, and you're not sure you're ready to say goodbye.

violet (part ii) | older qz!joel x f!reader | 5.8k | set seven years after joel's departure from the boston qz, you've been forced to flee the city. you come across the town of jackson, wyoming.

nightly

Joel x f!reader | 1k | smut | Joel is a mistake you just keep making. Basically just porn.

a little domesticity

Tess x f!reader | 2.3k | smut | It's Tess's birthday. You want to make it special.

drive me home

Tess x f!reader | 1.7k | smut | You drive back home with Tess after she brings you to her holiday work party. She makes it hard to concentrate on the drive.

give em a show

Joel x f!reader | 1.5k | smut | Joel watches you as you dance with a stranger in the bar. It goes a little too far, and Joel makes sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to.

wanna be felled by you, held by you

Joel x nb!reader | 4.7k | smut | Joel has always issues with relinquishing control. Time in the safety and community of Jackson has changed him, though, and he wants to give all his control to you, let you pull him apart.

vampire!joel au - upcoming

non-TLOU

the stranger the better

Dieter Bravo x reader | 5.6k | smut | Dieter gets tentacles. That's the fic.

take me higher

Lucien Flores x f!reader | 1.6k | smut | You run into an ex at a party. You never learn.

Logan Howlett

new rules

ex!Worst!Logan Howlett x f!reader | 2.7k | You've been broken up for long enough. It shouldn't be this hard to stay away.

sniff

worst!Logan x neighbor!reader | 3k | You catch Logan with your stolen panties.

✨ forbidden fruit ✨

dbf!Logan x neighbor!reader | 3.4k | You’re a little obsessed with your attractive new neighbor. Unfortunately, he’s quite a bit older than you... And your dad's new best friend.

*****

most recent fics indicated with ✨

prompts are always welcome, and I will be updating this list periodically~

updated 24 October 24

[starfall-spirit]

@elucienweekofficial Day 4: High Society

Summary: Elain knows what's expected of her. Her mother had been drilling it into her for decades after all and her opinion on Lucien Vanserra was made abundantly clear on Solstice Eve. Unfortunately for her mother, Elain was done with the status quo.

*Burning in the Starlight Universe* // Read on Ao3 // Event Masterlist

AN: This is 1.9k words of fluff and smut. BitS is not required reading, but if Feyre x Rhys x Eris sounds like a good time to you, feel free to check it out. Enjoy!

CW: Smut

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

That was her mother's voice running through her head at the moment, a scolding for what Elain had planned for tonight. She was wrong for slipping out of her nightgown and into the pants and top in her younger sister's room just so she could sneak out tonight. She'd seen Feyre bury the form-fitting outfits beneath the layers and layers of silk and tulle dominating her oversized armoire when the girls were just settling into their family home again. Simple and easy to move in. Feyre hadn't been permitted to wear such clothing around the court of course. Their mother was far too fixated on turning her into a proper lady to allow her to wear anything but dresses day in and out. Even so, Elain was grateful to have them accessible now. She certainly wouldn't be able to sneak out of the house in her day dress, and her nightgown was far too immodest to be wandering outdoors in, especially with the ever-present Autumn chill.

If it weren't for the natural cold, she may have been tempted. Every moment she'd managed to get alone with her mate seemed to reveal another dirty promise for the future when she finally braved breaking away from her family's expectations. The day she could tell her mother and father that she had been the one to ruin her near engagement to Lord Graysen. That she had blanched at her bleak and cold future holding a sham of a marriage and asked the male courting her to look away, even if he had to paint her as the problem. She was after all. 

Problematic as she reached too high. Too desperately. Ladies did not marry for love. They married for power and honor if they were pretty enough.

Elain was tired of being a doll to parade.

So she danced with her mate at the Solstice Eve ball, later encouraging a courtship of discretion whenever he could manage to visit his brother for business. Eris was curious, she knew. Autumn was the last place Lucien wanted to be and the Spring alliance did not justify his constant visitation, no matter how fragile their agreement may stand at this point. What his own High Lord suspected, Elain wasn't quite sure.

It was another thing she'd have to ask him tonight. 

Sneaking out was easy enough. After all, since the moment she could walk and talk her life had been filled with lesson after lesson about how a lady should keep silent. Cauldron forbid she had a personality that scared off suitable gentlemen. She didn't think she'd ever be this grateful for her quiet grace. And Lucien was right where he promised he'd be, leaning against a tree and turning a coin over his knuckles as he waited for her to arrive. "My lady," he greeted her teasingly. 

"Lucien." She sighed as she slipped into his arms, his familiar warmth and scent a comfort she ached to burrow into after weeks apart. 

"I'm sorry it's been so long. I'm running out of excuses to spend time in Autumn without exposing the mating bond. How are you, my love?"

She shrugged, letting her mate pull her through the moon-gilded wood. "Good. Fine, I suppose. Feyre's off in Night again, so Mother's breathing down my neck the moment a suitor's at the door." It was her own fault that Feyre's wedding planning was the only time she had any freedom from her mother's marriage machinations. If she confessed her bond discovery, that soul-binding connection was protection from any other undesirable match. But it would also be a certain road to her parents disowning her. The time was rapidly approaching to decide how important their approval was to her. The actual decision was obvious, in truth. The reality was that she was unprepared to deal with the inevitable contention her decision would bring. "Lucien, I—"

She gasped as a blast of heat met her, wisps of loose hair curling from the humidity. "I didn't even know this was here," she murmured, dropping her eyes to study the hot springs before her as Lucien released her to shrug out of his shirt. And maybe she stared a little longer than she usually let herself—but could she really be faulted for it when her mate looked like that?

Lucien chuckled, either at her shameless ogling or her comment about the hot springs. Both, was always an option, she supposed. “Because your parents have given you so much time and freedom to explore the Autumn woods since you returned to court, right?" The open woods were no place for a lady. "Are you going to get in fully clothed?" he asked, quiet amusement lacing every word. And if her ears weren't deceiving her, the promise of something darker. She shuttered, watching him turn and sink into the heated pool with a satisfied groan.

He raised an eyebrow and after casting a nervous glance over her shoulder, she began to strip down, anxious under his unblinking gaze, even as she left her clothes a few feet from the pool’s edge. “Gorgeous,” he murmured the moment the last piece was tossed aside. Something in her eased at that. It wasn’t a surprise her mate was attracted to her, but this moment they were sharing defied everything she’d been taught since girlhood, even Under the Mountain. 

Especially Under the Mountain.

She let herself sink down until the water covered her shoulders, the rough rim of the bowl chafing her back. “Come here.” Rising again, Elain waded over to him, settling into his open arms and pressing her face into his neck. He only let her hide for a moment, a finger and thumb hooking beneath her chin to tilt her head back enough so he could turn his own. “Cauldron, I’ve missed you.”

Then he was kissing her, his other arm tightening at her back to draw her closer. Close enough that she moved to sit in his lap, just barely keeping herself from jumping at the feeling of the hard length beneath her. Startling as it was, any concern about the size of him was swept away in the heat of the kiss.

The autumn wind grazed her damp shoulders, but the rising steam from the spring and Lucien’s roaming hands were enough to banish the chill before it could truly sink under her skin. 

Pulling back, she cupped his face. “You’re certain no one will find us here?”

He smiled softly. “I’ve shielded everything in earshot. And if someone manages to breach that shield I’ll know immediately. I can winnow us somewhere else in an instant.” She gnawed her lip. “Elain, my love, no one roams the woods at this hour. We have only the moon and stars as a witness tonight.”

Even with such confidence in their privacy, Lucien didn’t move to continue what they had started, leaving her to decide where the evening would lead. Leaning in once again, she pressed her lips to his, letting them part the moment she felt the brush of his tongue against them.

“Sweet girl,” he groaned. 

Gripping her hips, he guided her to turn in so they were almost chest to chest before sliding his hands down the curve of her ass to cup her thighs, again tugging softly until she shifted to straddle his lap, the hard length of his cock pressed flush against her center. “Oh.”

It was instinct more than anything that had her sinking down to grind against him until his seemingly infinite control finally snapped. She’d yet to see it give away—then again, Lucien had yet to see her naked. No male had.

Just like that, her confidence fizzled out.

“What’s that face for?”

“I’ve just… I’ve never done this before.”

Lucien hummed, his broad hands returning to her waist and silently encouraging her to drop her full weight on him once again. “And yet you’re already doing so well for me, aren’t you? Feel what you do to me, little mate.” Snaking a hand down between them, he stroked his thumb over her clit, drawing out a soft whimper. “A few moments together and all I can think about is being buried in your hot little cunt,” he crooned.

Elain let her eyes flutter shut, the steady stimulation against her clit and the hardness pressed flush against her melding into what she knew would be her undoing. Two fingers curved under her, pushing in without warning. “Lucien!” She scrabbled for something to hold onto, settling for his shoulders. Already slick with sweat from the heat of the springs they didn’t make for much of an anchor. Initiating their next kiss, she wrapped her arms behind his neck, rocking against his hand as he drove her higher, right up to the edge of her release. “I need—” 

Even with the drag of the water between them the flick against her clit was sharp. She shattered in his arms, grateful for the sound shield around them as she cried out. He didn’t give her the chance to recover from it either, lining up to ease into her, sinking an inch deeper with every stroke. “Gods,” she groaned, panting into his neck as she struggled to adjust to his size. 

She let out another long whine, only slightly soothed by the fingers reaching to play with the curling wisps of hair at her nape that had fallen free from her messy updo. “Such a good girl. You take my cock so well, little dove. Don’t rush yourself. Just move when you’re ready.”

She only let herself hesitate a moment longer, giving her hips an experimental roll before gradually increasing her pace. “Fuck,” her mate hissed. “That’s it. Just like that. Good girl.”

His steady stream of praise washed over her, waking something that bolstered her fragile confidence until she had set a steady rhythm, accepting his guidance in sliding up and down his hard length. And though he implied she would be taking the lead, it didn’t take long for him to start thrusting up to meet her.

Elain was perhaps a bit too pleased to find that every time she clenched down around him he became a bit more vocal in his pleasure. “Fuck. Keep going, sweetheart. Just like that. Just—” His teeth scraped over her neck and he gave a low groan, fingers rising to roll her stiff nipples, once again drawing her up until her climax was just out of reach. “I want you to come with me, sweetheart.”

His teeth clamped down on her neck, pinching just hard enough to leave a bruise she’d have to cover before her maids arrived at sunrise. And she was lost to the ecstasy he brought once again.

The bond between them was singing by the time the white-hot pleasure faded to a dull hum beneath her skin—the closest that thread had ever felt to being whole. Accepted.

It was then, curled against her mate in the dark of the woods, a pleasant soreness claiming her body, that she realized what she really wanted.

Freedom.

From her household, from society, from the beliefs whe let take root in her mind. “I don’t want to wait anymore,” she whispered.

Lucien froze, one hand still tangled in her hair, now entirely unbound behind her. “What are you saying, love?”

“I’m saying, Lucien, that you’re my mate. And I want the world to know it.”

~~~~~

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[mote-historie]

Léon Benigni, Réunion des Modistes, Gouache. The milliners depicted are from left to right: Paulette - Blanche et Simone - Maude Roser - Le Monnier, n.d.

Biography :

Leon Benigni was a fashion illustrator and graphic designer who worked with fashion designers such as Jeanne Lanvin, Marcel Rochas, Elsa Schiaparelli, Lucien Lelong, Jacques Fath, Jean Patou, Nina Ricci, and Cristobal Balenciaga.

In addition he worked closely with fashion magazines such as Harper's Bazaar, Modes et Travaux, and Femina, both for editorial and magazine covers, creating bold Art Deco influenced fashion illustrations, capturing the sophistication and glamour of the period.

His many travel posters of this period advertising spas and resorts in France also uniquely captured the spirit of the 1920s and 30s.