#will ride at down for elucien

[acourtofthought]

An Elucien book could possibly have -

A post in collaboration with @crazy-ache @zenkindoflove @goghwilde @starsreminisce

Lucien telling Elain stories about her father

Vassa telling Elain stories about her father

Elain becoming an owl shifter

Elucien performing in the Great Rite.

The LoA falling in love with Elain after never having had a daughter and Elain falling in love with her, finally having a maternal figure who sees the strength she possesses

Elain and Lucien outsmarting Koschei with their intelligence.

Elain and Lucien being able to open up to one another about their first loves that were then lost and the depression they experienced as a result

Band of Exiles sass

Helion's excitement over Elain being a conversationalist just like him

A smutty scene with Elucien against a tree

A smutty scene with Elucien in a field of flowers

A smutty scene where Lucien shows Elain just how good he really is with that mouth when he's using it for something other than talking

Elain helping Lucien through his guilt, helping him see that he is not to blame for Jesminda's death.

Lucien being able to stop Beron from harming Elain after not being able to do the same for Jesminda.

Lucien looking over to see Elain wearing the pearl earrings he gifted her.

Lucien looking over to see Elain wearing only the pearl earrings he gifted her.

Lucien looking over to see Elain wearing only the pearl earrings he gifted her and his jacket.

Elain curing the illness plaguing the Pegasus foals

Elain breaking Vassa's curse

Lucien demonstrating exactly why Azriel would not in fact defeat him with little effort

Elain admitting to Lucien that she was angry with how perfect his first Solstice gift to her was when she was trying to fight the pull she had to him

Elain telling Lucien that she was angry at herself for feeling disloyal to Graysen when she first met his eye and found him the most handsome thing she had ever seen.

Lucien being delighted to find that after the many months of Elain keeping herself at a distance by not talking, she has the ability to put him in his place with her verbal sparring.

Elain and Lucien playing practical jokes on Jurian

Elain restoring the people of Springs faith in it's leadership, whoever that maybe be.

Elain creating life like Isabela Madrigal, Te Fiti, or Cthona

Lucien coming into his own High Lord power and becoming a force to be reckoned with.

Elain telling Graysen he never deserved her.

Lucien and Eris resolving their past / brother bonding.

Lucien and Eris defeating Beron and finally avenging their mother and Jesminda.

Elain hugging Eris which might be the first hug he's been given in a very long time

Elain and Lucien feeding treats to the Pegasus

Elain and Lucien feeding treats to the smoke-hounds

Elain and Lucien riding on a horse together

Elain and Lucien riding on a Pegasus

Lucien's first hug with his mother in centuries

Elain and Lucien visiting Helion's libraries to do research

Lucien surprising Elain with a visit to the tulip fields in the continent. When she turns to him in delight and surprise she'll ask him how he knew. Lucien will tell her that her father told him, that he wanted to take her one day but since he no longer could, Lucien wanted to fulfill both of their dreams.

The reader once again getting a glimpse into Elain's mind but this time, the buds are in full bloom after accepting her mating bond.

Lucien having learned of human customs and getting down on one knee to propose to Elain.

[allwaswellllll]

Nine (WIP)

So I'm a bit petrified posting this - I haven't written fan fiction in well over a decade. But it's like riding a bike, right?

I'm working on this for Elucien week - here's a little sneak peek.

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The first time it happened was by accident.

His scent filled the air all at once, causing Elain’s brain to short circuit, the intrinsically visceral voice inside her whispering ‘mine, mine, mine’. It was all consuming, her breath catching in her throat as she rounded the corner of the townhouse hallway from the kitchen and nearly collided with him.

Her mate.

She couldn’t stop the small gasp that left her lips, her fingers immediately pressing against that point in her ribs, the one that pulled ever so slightly, reminding her that she was tethered. To him. To this place, and this life and everything she lost.

She had to close her eyes to steady her breathing, blocking out the chanting in her head.

His sharp inhalation let her know that he too was feeling the pull, wasn’t expecting to run into her. It was then she noticed that his fingers had grazed her arms at the impact, steadying her. She opened her eyes finally, meeting his.

He let go as if he had been burnt.

‘I – ‘ he paused, his one russet eye watching her, wide with something Elain couldn’t quite place. He seemed to shake it off and took a step back. Close. They were too close. ‘I’m meeting Feyre.’

She nodded, taking a step closer to the wall to put more space between them, going against every instinct that roared at her to launch at him, touch him, taste him. She swallowed thickly, looking away and let out a shuddering breath. She couldn’t speak. If she did, she wasn’t sure the leash she had on herself would hold, this entire grasp she had on herself, stopping her from doing something so uncharacteristic it scared her. These feelings, this male – it was all so inherently unnatural and terrifying.

‘I-I’m sorry.’

His words sounded so quiet, so small, she finally looked up at him. He was breathtaking. It caused her heart to ache painfully, at the life she had lost, at the beauty surrounding her that she couldn’t take in. This man – this male –took the breath from her lungs, and she resented him for it. Was it truly her own desire, her own thoughts and needs and wants, or was it this gold thread tying them together, forcing these feelings down the bond?

‘What are you sorry for?’ When she finally spoke the words, her voice didn’t sound like her own. She looked up at him, scanning his face and seeing utter devastation across his features.

She didn’t move as he took a step towards her, not quite close enough to touch. But enough. The thread pulled and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

‘I feel it too.’

The words physically hurt. He said them quietly, breathless, the bond glowing. This wasn’t real. Any of it. This was a cruel joke, intending to make her suffer. Nothing they felt was real, just a constant reminder of this thread, shackling them for life. A life longer than Elain could even imagine, and she was exhausted by it.

‘I have to go,’ she whispered, forcing her body into motion, dragging it limb by limb away from the male it craved the most. Distance. She needed distance. It was the only thing that could keep her from crumbling.

Her back was to him, her hand on the railing as she moved to walk up the stairs when he spoke again.

‘I didn’t ask for this either.’

She turned back around on the second step, but he had vanished. His scent washed over her in waves in his wake, the bond in her chest a dull ache.

-

[bookishwithathought]

TODAY IS NOT THE DAY TO HAVE ME READIN THIS

Our baby needs all the HEA in the world.

I can’t articulate just how excited I am for the moment when Lucien realizes Elain loves him and accepts him and he finally gets to be happy after so much suffering. I know he’ll cherish her more than anything. 😭

[itsybitsybluesy]

OPEN WATER

ELUCIEN / EXPLICIT / WIP, 3 OF 6 CHAPTERS / CH1 CH2 CH3 Stuck in the Florida Keys and tired of letting her sisters make decisions for her, Elain ditches their group vacay plans and signs herself up for a scuba diving course on an impulse. The instructor Lucien tells her he’s never had to fail anyone after the four days she’ll spend with him. What’s the worst that could happen?

wow! this is, i kid you not, my first fanfic in over 10 years. i want you to dive right in (HAHAHA), but let me first say: i was having a really bad time earlier this year, and turned to the work of some fantastic, generous creators as a distraction from stuff going on.

you don't know me, but: @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade, thank you for the hours / nights / months i spent curling up to read your work and giggle, and really, converting me into a big big elucien stan. the elain and lucien living happily ever after in my head (or let's be real, living the 10,000 stupid idiots in love plots in my head) were born thanks to you.

p.s. i started posting this before @elucienweekofficial so let this be a fun little AU warmup while i get something else kicking around. i think i might??? actually finish this before the weekend so i'm going to ride the high of writing spicy fanfic for the first time ever(!) while it lasts and whip up something else next week if i can. i'm so happy to be here!

xoxo, and please, do NOT bother your dive instructors!!

[read a snippet under the cut]

It was a quick drive to Elain’s hotel, which looked out over the small, locals-only marina he’d been meaning to show her. Elain followed him trustingly down the dock as he led her towards the slip. “You know, I eat my breakfast out here,” she said, pointing to a swimming pier by the hotel restaurant. “Have you been following me?” 

“A coincidence,” Lucien promised, though his heart beat a little faster. “In fact, the question is, are you trying to steal my secret spot?” 

Elain gave him a confused look and Lucien grinned, turning from her to climb onto a small but newly-painted red sailboat. He extended a hand to help her get on. “Don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere,” he said. “I’m not much of a boat captain.” 

Elain stepped over to him, one hand on the rolled-up sail. “And yet, this boat,” she said. Her face said, why are we here? 

Lucien stretched his arms out. “This happens to be the most exclusive place to watch a sunset around here, I’ll have you know,” he said. Then he opened the cabin door, climbed down, and reached up a hand to her. “There’s more.” 

She followed him in, expression unreadable as she made her way down the ladder, then straightened and looked around. They were in a tiny, fully furnished apartment cabin. 

“Whoa,” Elain said as Lucien ducked to switch on the small A/C unit. “You are like, full of mysteries today.” Her voice was soft, leaving him room to fill in the blanks if he wanted to. Lucien reached into the minifridge he still kept plugged in, pulled out two Cokes, passing one to her as he fussed around the cabin to keep from looking at her. 

“When I graduated college, Jurian had this boat,” he started, and stopped for a moment. No one except Jurian and Vassa knew this about him. But she was so open and so lovely to him that he wanted to make up for rebuffing her attempts to get to know him, give her something real about himself even if she hated what she saw. 

“He had the shop, but I still had to get my instructor training, and pay for it too. My dad had died that senior year,” he said, “And my mom was figuring stuff out.” And he’d had no place to go, and not enough money in the bank to sign a lease, and nobody wanted him around. “It was temporary. I showered at the dive shop and ate a lot of microwave meals.” He shrugged. “When you’re 22 it’s like camping.”

He thought he’d die if he saw pity in her eyes, but when he turned, Elain was standing leaned against the lofted bed, fingertips resting on the sheets, eyes closed. She opened them and looked at him. “I can feel the boat rocking,” she said, almost in a whisper, with a small smile. Lucien was so grateful for her kindness he could burst with it. 

“I used to turn off all the lights and A/C when it was cool enough and just lie here and listen to the water,” he said, taking a step towards her. Elain watched him but did not move. There were no windows except a tinted skylight. The sheets on the bed were the same ones he’d made neatly and desperately every morning that long year, as if willing the place into a home beneath his hands. 

“I can hear it,” Elain said, eyes fluttering closed once again. Lucien watched her for a beat as she stood there, trusting him, and then crossed the distance between them and kissed her.

[mycadences]

To those who claim that Azriel's bonus chapter doesn't mean anything because it's not in the actual ACOSF book, let me pose to you one question:

Whose book was ASOSF? In particular, whose POVs did it follow?

Now think. THINK.

It's a Nessian book. Were Nessian physically present during the bonus scene? No. No, they weren't.

So how was SJM supposed to include that scene in the actual ACOSF book when the scene didn't even have the POV characters of the book???

Was Nesta supposed to just stand there and quietly witness the failed kiss between Azriel and Elain? And follow Azriel to see the witty banter between him and Gwyn? One of the most important aspects of the scene, in my opinion, was the private uninterrupted time between Azriel and Gwyn, showing their dynamics when they were completely alone.

The fact that it was even included as a bonus scene is very, very telling. It wasn't crucial to the plot of ACOSF (I have no doubt that certain parts will be crucial in the future in the revelation of a certain mating bond ;) so why was it included as a bonus scene? What was so important about it? What did SJM want to emphasize in it? What did she want to set up?

I think we all know the answer.

Since we're on the topic of bonus chapters... Isn't it interesting that in Feysand's bonus chapter, Feyre did not associate Azriel with Elain (unlike in ACOWAR; did SJM change her mind? I mean we all know she's prone to doing that), but instead, brought up Lucien?

“I didn’t dare mention that if she had been wearing the enchanted gloves Lucien had gotten her last Solstice, nothing would have pierced them at all.”

As though SJM herself was consciously reminding us of his presence. Of their bond. Of the tension between them that remains to be explored. Of how their relationship is one that would be anything but boring because it's so filled with hurdles yet to be crossed. Gwynriel is my ride or die, but I also like Elucien because of their compatibility and how, for once, both of them found out the mating bond at the same time so that leveled the playing field a bit... and made things quite exciting. The bond snapped for both of them before they had a chance to even properly get to know each other, so there's a lot to play around with in terms of their bond.

I'm also pretty happy that certain anti-Gwynriels are denying the legitimacy of Azriel's bonus scene, because it proves that they view the interactions as irrefutably supportive of Gwynriel 😘

"But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.

A thing of secret, lovely beauty."

[venusin-aries]

After an entire book full of Elucien experiencing angst and finger grazes and Pride and the Prejudice-esque longing, growing and build up, feeling each other’s mounting desire, Elain is not going to be nervous with Lucien. Lmao. I mean, the only shaking she’ll do is from how bad she wants him. But that girl is going to push that man down and ride him until he forgets his own name and the only thing he can say is hers.  

The want is going to make her bold, okay? SHE is doing the devouring. 

I mean this is just my headcanon 🤷🏻‍♀️ just saying. 

[fieldofdaisiies]

Elucien | Go Gently into the Good Night

type: drabble warning(s): p in v, vulgar wording word count: 814 summary: just a soft and smutty little drabble for my favourites

- all rights reserved -

“Gods!” Lucien’s voice dances over her skin like the brush of a feather. It leaves goosebumps in its wake and Elain trembles slightly on top of him, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. Lucien gently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, when he leans in, relishing in the feel of her thighs caging him. "You are doing so well for me. Just like that, my lady,” he whispers, his lips softly brushing hers.

Lucien smiles into the kiss. Elain rolls her hips forward, adding just the slightest bit of pressure and she feels the tip of his hard cock deep inside of her. She moves back and then once again a little forward, slowly, tentatively. Nevertheless, it draws a low moan from her mate, the muscles of his strong thighs flexing as she rides him. He keeps his thrusts shallow, wanting Elain to find her pace, to find out what she likes. She squeezes her eyes shut, her lips parting with a soft moan that reverberates through Lucien. He hums lowly, letting his head fall into the crook of her neck. His hand comes up, grabbing her hips tightly, to guide her a little, fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Just like that, my lady. Just like that," he rasps into her ear, his cheek pressed against hers before he places a searing kiss to the spot right beneath her ear. Lucien’s arms wrap around Elain in a passionate embrace, holding her tightly against him while she keeps rocking her hips, riding him softly, damp skin moving against damp skin. Her own arms curl around Lucien’s neck — there is hardly any space between them, only so much that Elain can move her hips. Her breasts brush against Lucien’s pecs, his solid muscles and the fine dusting of hair doubling the pleasure when rubbing against her hard nipples. Elain moans when Lucien’s teeth sink into her lower lip, adding just a bit more pleasure. She feels him everywhere, Lucien is everywhere — in her, on her, imprinted on her mind, and heart. The noise of her moan is drowned out by Lucien’s kiss. He softs lets his tongue glide over the seam of her lips. She allows him the entrance with a little sigh. Lucien’s tongue brushes her gums before her meeting her tongue with every stroke. And just like he does to her tongue, also his soft thrusts into her match hers perfectly. They are coordinated and slow, deep, to make Elain feel every inch of his glorious length — to bring her the most pleasure. 

“Nothing feels like this.” Lucien’s lips coast from her mouth down to her jaw. “Nothing feels like you, Elain.” He kisses her jaw, lips trailing lower to her throat. With another thrust, his cock twitches inside of her, Elain’s walls squeezing around his thick length. “Nothing feels like you,” she breathes. “You are too good to me.” Her knees dig into the mattress, her hips moving a little faster — in perfect sync with Lucien. The bed groans a little, the bed frame softly knocking against the wall under their ministration. It is shortly past midnight, the single candle in the bedside table veiling the room in a beautiful yellow-ish glow. Lucien’s hands fall to her hips once again and he guides her, lifting her up until only the tip is in, then slowly, almost teasingly, letting her sink down onto his length again and sliding into the hilt. Her head falls back, eyes closing and she captures her lip between her teeth. “I need to––Gods!”

“I know.” Lucien’s thumb swipes over her hip bone. He thrusts his hips up, electing the most beautiful feminine sound from his mate’s throat. She feels how her height nears, how she clenches tighter around Lucien, how pure satisfaction comes in a huge wave. 

“Let go, my lady.” The Vanserra brother guides her, meeting her thrusts perfectly, his thumb moving to the tight bud at the apex of her thighs, pressing down and rubbing her a little. Elain tumbles over the edge, when the wave of pleasure and satisfaction washes over her. A mix of soft curses and her mate’s name tumble out of her mouth when she comes. Lucien follows her only a moment later, the muscles of his lower belly flexing and he thrusts up into her one more time. He comes with soft growl that makes goosebumps appear on Elain’s skin. His hot seed fills her, her hips languidly rolling against his. Their lips meet in a sloppy kiss, hands clawing at the other’s body when they ride out their height, not yet able to part. “You are perfect, Elain. And you are mine.”

“All yours.” Elain smiles into the kiss, her lids heavy, her eyes nevertheless sparkling brightly as she glances into her mate’s eyes. “And you are all mine.”

~~~~~~~~~ tags: @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @ladyelain @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional  @moonlightazriel @brekkershadowsinger @sunshinebingo @a-frog-with-a-laptop

[starsreminisce]

What are your thoughts on the Band of Exiles and Elain being friends?

and also your thoughts on the plot for an Elucien book?

Vassa and Jurian's personalities seem to be aligned to provide the character development needed for Elain, based on previous books. Vassa, an outspoken queen, was punished by being sent to Koschei for going against the Human Queens. She's described as more foul-mouthed and quick-tempered than Feyre, and from what we've seen, she doesn't like taking shit from anyone. I'm sure that some of her attitude will rub off on Elain to help loosen her habit of people-pleasing.

I'm really curious to see their dynamic and what sort of feelings Elain has towards Jurian. Jurian was the one who truly ended her engagement to Graysen by revealing she was turned fae with a mate, but he was also with her when she was kidnapped by the Cauldron and led Feyre to her. Jurian assured that Elain was safe and untouched and brought Briar to the cliff. People give Jurian grief for what he said about Elain to Lucien, but they forget Jurian's goal in the whole thing: he wanted to sow discord among those who allied with Hybern.

As for the second question, every SJM book has gone differently than I expected, so I try to keep my expectations low and just have some ideas of what's going to happen.

Gut feeling, it will be like ACOMAF without the mental struggle Feyre went through. The struggle Feyre had between Tamlin and Rhys is probably going to be simplified (and amplified) to just Elain and Lucien, with both of them questioning how much the bond influences them.

There is also hope that it will pull a little from TOG Empire of Storms since that's a book where Aelin and Dorian were at a crossroads with their powers and positions and how both of them finally grew into that. We also went to different parts of Erilea, so hopefully, we get to bounce around the different courts of Prythian.

Still hoping it'll be a Pride and Prejudice retelling but let me have this!

Something huge happened that the IC went from "we won't ever touch the Dread Trove items again" to questioning and arguing over its ownership, with Nesta and Rhys butting heads over it, especially with Nesta making a decision on the spot to give it to Bryce after Bryce pleaded that even if Nesta didn't have to give the mask, she just wanted her parents safe.

Nesta's powers flared at her sisters' names, but we were told that Feyre sided with Nesta against Rhys, so I would guess it was Elain she had an issue with.

I hope it starts with Elain resentful that she's being a victim of her circumstances where she couldn't do anything. I hope Lucien picks up on this, and it finally leads to them having a discussion/argument/confrontation about their bond and begins the forced proximity trope SJM loves so dearly.

After that, I'm just along for the ride.

Some things I would we would see but I'm not banking on it.

Personally, I hope it ends with Elain freeing Koschei in the lake, with Lucien trusting her decision to do so. The IC would come down on Elain and Lucien for making a rash and reckless decision. Elain stands up for herself, and Lucien defends her.

I still have a hard time placing Koschei's importance. It's nagging me how I feel it's going to be a one-two punch where Koschei is just hiding the bigger problem, which is probably the Ancient Queen. These are all headcanons/gut feelings, and I'm not placing any bets on them.

The last hundred pages will probably be a whirlwind, and I am begging SJM once again to pace it better, but hopefully, Elain will get her tulip fields visit finally.

Thanks for asking!

[animezinglife]

Elucien Concept:

Recently-mated Elain and Lucien having little, casual picnic dates around their own house or in beautiful spaces nearby: near her garden (which fresh ingredients included in their meals she's grown herself), in a clearing in the woods, a flower-filled meadow, and down by a picturesque lake. Elain loves them, and puts great care into packing the picnic in a little basket and arranging everything neatly on the blanket.

Lucien of course selects the wine, which is something of his specialty given his travels and taste for such wide variety of cuisines.

Sometimes, they venture out on horseback while other times they walk. Elain loves to ride, and he loves the way her eyes light up as she leans down to pet her horse's neck while she takes in the fresh air and scenery around them.

They dine, sip wine (Elain smacking him lightly when he takes a swig directly from the bottle, only to throw propriety to the wind and then do so herself), and simply be together in their own little world out in nature.

Lucien genuinely loves spending time with Elain. Where so many see her as "pleasant company," he starts to see her as a best friend; as family beyond even the reality of her being his mate. She's smart, perceptive, and someone he can talk to about anything or sit in comfortable, blissful silence with.

She grows even more beautiful to him--and him to her--with each passing day. Something neither of them thought possible.

Those picnic dates can last all day. What starts with lunch can progress into deep discussions. Stories from their pasts or childhoods. Long, simmering makeout sessions or more just barely concealed by the tall flowers or the trees. Playful yet leisurely dips in the lake; either one of their gazes lingering on whichever of them gets out first, wringing out his/her wet hair. Elain gently detangling and braiding back his still-wet hair while he leans back into her touch.

Sometimes, they stay out until dusk, Elain always thinking ahead and packing enough food in advance. She likes to watch the fireflies twinkling near the trees or throughout the meadow.

When they do take horses, she challenges him to a race on the way back more than once, and he clings on to the sound of her laughter every step of the way.

They're happy.

They're home.

More like this:

More Elucien Concepts (Around the House)

Soft Elucien Concepts

Little, Tender Moments Scenarios

Sweet-and-Mildly-Spicy

“Dressed-Down” Lucien

Elain Appreciation

[the-lonelybarricade]

A Blaze in the Dark - (6/10)

Chapter Title: Tarnished But So Grand

Summary: On the eve of her wedding, knowing nothing about her husband besides his apparent disinterest in his soon-to-be wife, Elain uses a spell to meet her true love in her dreams.

Happy final day of Elucien week! Here's my contribution to @elucienweekofficial Day 7: AU!

Read on AO3 ・Series Masterlist・Previous Chapter

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Think on it.

Those were the last words Elain’s true love said to her, before she was again ripped into the daylight and hoisted, utterly naked, atop a fur rug. Coming back into her body was like being thrown into ice water—partly because the hearth had died down overnight, allowing the frost climbing the window panes to crawl through. Servants would likely have come in to kindle the fire for her, if she hadn’t left the door locked. But Elain was certain that coming back into her body would have felt cold, regardless of a lit hearth, because the air only felt tolerable when her true love was breathing it.

So now her days were cold and her nights were warm and her whole world was backwards and she was thinking on it immensely.

For the entire carriage ride, she was thinking on it, watching every frosted forest pass by and thinking how impossible it would be to make the two-day journey to Carterhaugh. It would require a carriage, firstly, and a coachman that would not reveal the journey to her husband. That sort of discretion wasn’t earned by a mistress on her second day. The loyalty of their staff would default to Lucien—who, by some miracle, would need to be oblivious to his wife’s absence for the entire four day journey that she would be taking.

Impossible didn’t even begin to describe what her true love asked of her.

But she was thinking on it, because it was easier than thinking on other things—like how Lucien’s fingers had felt against her skin, so much warmer than the frigid air of the bedroom. The memory of his knuckles ghosting over her shoulder felt imprinted in her skin, still tingling when she recalled how they’d trailed down the path of her spine, his breath tickling her neck.

It had been a mistake to ask him to touch her while her back was turned. His touches muddled all too easily with those from her dreams. Without any features to assign to her true love, her mind tried to replace them with Lucien’s. To think of his mouth on her neck, his fingers between her thighs, his—

Elain shook her thoughts away. She didn’t want to be picturing Lucien, she told herself. It was just that he was the only other man she knew in such a personal capacity. Which was why her thoughts were better turned towards her true love, and meeting him in person, so that she could finally banish the absurd images in her mind of Lucien being the one to hold her so intimately.

“Elain?”

A broad hand smoothed over her shoulder and nudged her gently. She grumbled, peeling one eye open to peer balefully towards Lucien. It had been easier to keep them shut and pretend she was sleeping than risk her husband asking after her wandering thoughts.

Now, he was leaning across the carriage toward her, face hovering closer than she would have liked.

“Hmmm?” Was all she managed, still easing back into her delicate reality.

“We’re here,” he said.

She opened both her eyes this time. Elain hadn’t realized, but at some point Lucien had removed his jacket and slung it over her like a blanket, leaving him again in just his waistcoat and undershirt. He had a terrible habit of being undressed in front of her, it seemed.

That was another memory she wasn’t quite prepared to unravel. Lucien, in his untucked, half-buttoned shirt, indulging her by coming into the room with his eyes closed. But her eyes were open, well aware that she was fully exposed and he was… roguish and loathsomely handsome. A man had no right to look charming in a rumpled shirt, but Lucien was determined to challenge convention at any cost, including Elain’s sanity.

With a small sigh, she turned her eyes towards the carriage window to peer out at the palace waiting for them beyond. If she’d thought Archeron manor was far too grand for the four people who resided in it, then it was laughably small compared to the palace before her. The thick ivory stone walls were reminiscent of a castle, complete with large corner towers and a four story keep rising from its center. The roofline was decorated in spires and gables and chimneys, causing Elain to feel more as though she was peering at the skyline of a city as opposed to a single home. Warm light spilled out of the large arched windows, primarily on the left and right wings, while many of the glass panels in between remained dark.

An entire palace for just two people.

“I thought you were exaggerating when you said we need never cross paths,” she whispered, a bit dejectedly.

There had been so many rooms in Archeron manor that went unused, collecting dust, especially after their mother passed away, and Elain could imagine the number was tenfold within the palace. There always was something uniquely haunting about an empty room. A place, where love might exist, where perhaps it once did, but in its current state was merely a ghost of its potential.

How many empty rooms would exist between Elain and Lucien?

“As we’ve established, Elain, I am not boastful. Come,” he said, once the footman had walked around to open the carriage door. He offered her his hand, “Let me show you our home.”

Our home.

The place where she would be staying for the rest of her life.

Meeting her true love in person would not change that.

Elain placed her hand atop his. His hold was steady. Gentle. Grounding.

The worst part of all, Elain thought, was that she believed they would make a good match. If she’d never put that butterfly wing beneath her tongue, if she didn’t know what could have been, she would have been delighted to marry someone like Lucien. Had he been willing to give their marriage a try, she would have thought fate was smiling down on her, that perhaps like Feyre she had been married to her true love, afterall.

But Lucien had been more than clear about what he wanted. And Elain had made her choice, as well.

The servants were lining up for them as they waited for their monarchs to depart from the carriage—two rows of staff dressed in a collection of pristine uniforms. Elain scraped her eyes over them, searching for any evidence that they were ill-treated by their master. There were no sunken eyes and hollow faces like she had seen on the Queen. As a whole, they looked well nourished. Not a single person flinched as the carriage doors opened.

Lucien stepped out first so that he could help Elain down. She had his jacket slung over her arm, and she thought she might keep this one, too. Maybe that was how she’d force her husband to talk to her.

“Oh,” she whispered, stepping down to the loose stone.

There was no crunch—no snow. The air, though still crisp, was actually somewhat pleasant. Sharp and earthy and not so frigid that she wanted to tuck her hands into her skirts. There was grass on the ground. It was hard to see in the dark, but from the light of the lanterns the servants were carrying, she could see neat rows of a carefully cultivated lawn. Green, in most parts at least.

“Is it not winter here?” She asked, awed.

“No,” Lucien said. “My father keeps our lands in perpetual autumn.”

Autumn. When the leaves changed color—reds and yellows and golds. She’d heard of it, of course, and had always scarcely believed that the green trees in the Archeron manor were capable of turning red in a place outside of Carterhaugh.

“Can we see it?” She asked, seized by her excitement. “Tomorrow, can you show me the trees?”

Lucien hesitated, just for a split second. But it was long enough to subdue her enthusiasm. That was right. Now that they were finally here, there would be no we. Lucien would stay on his side of the palace and Elain would stay on hers.

“Of course we can,” he said.

She forced a smile. Elain recognised a placation when she heard one. His hand tightened on hers.

“Maybe not tomorrow, maybe once you're better settled? The autumn will still be here—I guarantee it will lose its novelty quickly.”

Elain nodded, taking that to mean she would be exploring the grounds by herself. Which she had expected, really. It had been an oversight, brought on by her eagerness, which she would take care to reserve in the future to spare herself from embarrassment.

“That’s fine,” she said quickly. “As you said, autumn will wait.”

Lucien’s face was pinched. He was not an unkind man, it was clear he didn’t relish in her disappointment. “Just a few days,” he said. “I—“ He cut himself off and shook his head. “We should prioritize getting you out of the cold. It’s been a long journey. I’m sure you would like some rest.”

He nodded over her shoulder at one of the servants, who stepped into the path with a friendly smile.

“This is Vassa. She will be attending you. Vassa,” he said, turning to the young woman with curly auburn hair. “Would you please show my wife to her room and see that a warm bath is run for her?”

Elain felt her heart sink. So much for showing her around their home, then.

“Will I be seeing you for dinner?”

“Not tonight.” He was hardly looking at her. “I need to take this evening to catch up on the affairs of the estate. We will dine together—“

Tomorrow?

“Soon.”

Elain squared her shoulders. “I see,” she said, knowing she was unsuccessful at keeping the disappointment from her face. When he said he’d wanted them to be friends, he’d clearly meant only that he wanted them to be amicable, not that he’d intended for them to have any sort of companionship.

“Good night, then, your highness” she said cooly, pulling her hand back to her side. Her skin still tingled from the warmth of his fingers.

“Elain—“

She walked towards Vassa, knowing that she was ignoring her husband before all of their servants. An indiscretion like that would certainly spur a lesser man into rage. And maybe she was testing him, testing all of them, to see how much liberty she would truly be granted in this new, elaborate cage.

Lucien called nothing more to her back. When Elain paused in front of Vassa, there was no sign of reproach on her face. She merely smiled, brown cheeks bunching into approving dimples, and bowed to Elain.

“Right this way, your highness.”

-

Lucien hadn’t just been serious when he said that they need never cross paths—he’d been literal. Through the front entrance of the palace, just a little ways down the tiled hall, stood a white-stone, double-helix staircase.

“This side of the staircase leads to the West Wing, where you will be staying,” Vassa explained. “The other side leads to the East Wing, where his highness resides.”

Elain stepped onto the smooth stone, craning her neck to marvel at the grand architecture. The two stone paths intertwined, but never met. There were windows slotted in the interior wall, so that she might look across and catch glimpses of her husband existing parallel to her.

“I suppose I’m not allowed in the East Wing, then?” Elain asked.

As the mistress of the house attempting to make a first impression, she supposed she should make a better effort to keep the bitterness off her tongue, but Elain couldn’t help feeling frustrated. And Vassa, to her credit, did not seem phased.

“His highness has conveyed no such restriction to his staff,” she answered. “If he has prohibited you from moving freely through the palace, lady, I would be surprised.”

A relieving answer. Elain allowed some of the tension to release from her shoulders as they continued climbing up the stairs, past the first landing, then the next. From below, she could hear someone entering the mirror staircase, and she held her tongue until they departed from the final landing.

The corridor stretched endlessly from there, door after door after door. Tomorrow, Elain decided she would ask Vassa to take her through each of them, so that Elain could take stock of the conditions of the palace and its residents. As the new mistress of the house, she would be in charge of seeing the household run smoothly so that Lucien could focus on governing the estate. She would also likely need to integrate with his mother’s court, though that was a matter for after their honeymoon.

Elain tried not to grimace at the thought. Honeymoon. What a laughable concept. In reality it was thirty days of isolation, before she would finally be permitted to socialize with the ladies of the court and hopefully find companionship that clearly wouldn’t exist within the palace walls.

They drew to a stop before a large wooden door leading to the corner tower. Elain assumed that meant Lucien’s room was on the opposite end, as far away from each other as they could possibly distance themselves. Fine, just as well he would be so far away since she would be spending her nights in her true love’s arms anyway.

Vassa opened the door for her, revealing a large circular bedchamber. It was well lit, fashioned with tasteful furniture and a four-poster canopy bed that would have been large enough for five adults, let alone one. Elain wavered at the corridor, taking in the breakfast table and the sofas arranged in front of the hearth, like he expected she might entertain guests in her personal chamber.

“Is everything to your liking, princess?” Vassa said at her back.

Everything except her husband.

Elain turned to her, taking advantage of their privacy to demand, “Is he always so… so…”

“Obtuse?” Vassa suggested with a small smile. “Aloof?”

“Infuriating?”

She chuckled. “Yes, my lady, he is.”

Elain was admittedly taken aback by the admission. She blinked, studying the young woman warily. “And you are not afraid of admitting such a thing to me? You’re not afraid I might punish you for speaking ill of my husband?”

She arched a dark brow. “Will you, lady?”

“No,” Elain said steadily. “I will not.”

Vassa shrugged. “Then I will take your word at face value, and I will continue speaking freely with you about his highness.”

The meaning was plain: Elain had spoken poorly of Lucien, and now so had Vassa, and neither would be able to report to the prince without incriminating themselves. Elain very much doubted that Lucien would do anything besides snort to hear what he’d been called behind his back, but it was a truce extended all the same.

Sensing an ally—a desperately needed one—Elain quickly drew them both to the sofas, where she turned to Vassa and confessed, “He is so hot and cold with me. I am struggling, immensely, to understand it.”

“He did not want a wife,” Vassa said sympathetically. Her eyes were unfocused, as though recalling something. Something that made her frown. “Even though he is withdrawn, my lady, he does have a good heart. Not like…”

She pressed her lips together, halting whatever comparison she was about to draw. Curious, how she would speak her mind comfortably regarding Lucien, but stopped herself now.

Elain ventured that there was only one person who commanded that type of fear. “Not like his father?”

It must be, because Vassa flinched. Her attention darted to the door, like there might be someone listening, before she pitched her voice low. “If I could caution you on one thing, princess, it would be to stay silent in matters involving the King. Unlike Lucien, King Beron will punish those who speak out of turn. And he will do it cruelly.”

There was an emphasis on the word cruelly that made Elain feel as though she might lose the breakfast she’d had that morning. She pressed a cool hand to her chest, trying to sooth the apprehension pinching her gut.

“After—” Vassa began, then cut herself off. After what? Elain nearly asked, but Vassa seemed to shake that thought off and began again from a different point. “Lucien has done his best to keep his father’s allies away from the palace. He also pays well enough to dissuade a change in loyalty. But there is no way of knowing who is listening. And the punishment is far too severe.”

Treason, Lucien had said, when she’d asked why he didn’t refuse his father.

“Vassa, did…” Elain paused, sensing the gravity of what she was about to ask. Did she truly want to know? Would she be able to handle a truth so heavy? “Did something happen? Recently?”

A haunted look crossed her eyes, like a storm cloud covering a cerulean sea. “We don’t speak of it, my lady. I am not at liberty to say.”

But that meant something had happened and that whatever it was had been so horrid that its memory still lingered. Elain could see its lasting shadow in the tremble of Vassa’s lower lip, before she stiffened it.

“Besides,” Vassa said, standing from the sofa, “it is behind us. Now is the time for celebration. The seventh son has returned with a wife who will soothe the tensions in the North.”

“What?”

Elain felt oddly as though she’d been struck. “The Eastern Kingdom is at odds with the North?”

Vassa’s eyes widened. Ally or not, there were clearly things that she had been instructed not to share with Elain, and her tongue had slipped on one of them.

“No matter,” she said quickly, heading towards the door. “It is not for you to concern yourself with, princess. I will go fetch some servants to draw you a bath.”

Of course, Elain thought, that sickening feeling growing deeper and heavier in her stomach. She’d assumed King Beron would be using her relationship with Feyre to bridge an alliship with the North. But maybe… maybe she was being used as leverage.

Elain chewed on that thought well after Vassa left, wondering how much Lucien knew and had neglected to tell her. Did Feyre know? Did it even change anything, when she had always known she was being married as a pawn in something larger than herself, and she would be confined to this palace regardless?

What stung her was that Lucien was knowingly keeping secrets. But Elain caught herself in the vanity mirror and paused in front of it. She could not look into her own eyes without acknowledging that she, too, was keeping secrets.

Like the parchment that sat folded atop the vanity table, beside a velvet drawstring bag.

Elain glanced towards the door, wondering if Vassa had left it. Or perhaps it had been left here for her arrival as a gift from her husband. Curious, Elain unfolded the parchment to reveal a page of writing, signed, Your one true love. There were three drops of blood, now dried, splattered beneath the signature. A spell, like the one Feyre had used to send letters to her true love.

Elain quickly took a seat. The anticipation was already making her knees wobble, and she feared if he said anything romantic she would forget how to stand entirely.

My sweet soul,

I fear communicating with you through letters, as I’m well aware it puts you at risk of being discovered by your husband. I assure you, it is not a method I will resort to often, though this letter should appear at a moment when you are alone. If you are clever, which I know that you are, you should burn it the second you’ve finished reading.

As promised, delivered in tandem to this letter is a pouch of coins for you to use at your discretion. They’re yours, should you wish to pay off your father’s debts, or run away, or hire a carriage to meet a handsome stranger in the Carterhaugh Gardens. I do hope you will consider it.

I know we already have a code established, but in the interest of sparing you from sounding like a lunatic to an unsuspecting gentleman, I will be sitting beside the rose bushes in the center of the hedge maze. You will know it’s me, because I will have one of the roses tucked behind my ear.

Hopefully soon after, I will have one tucked beneath my arm as well.

May you have sweet dreams before I see you in person,

Your one true love

Elain feared even glancing at the bag of coins. She dreaded to think how he’d come across such a sum of money. Was he a fool in love who had run his coffers dry to send her this much? Gods, where would she even hide it?

Footsteps sounded down the corridor. It was likely the maids, coming to draw Elain a bath at Vassa’s request. With her heartbeat in her throat, Elain quickly grabbed the drawstring bag and shoved it in her pillowcase. It was a temporary hiding spot—the best she could do until she discovered a spot that the maids wouldn’t turn over when they were cleaning her room. Where did royals even hide things?

It was a question she would ask Nesta, in addition to a favor. Once the maids left, she would ask her sister to travel to the Carterhaugh Gardens to meet her true love.

-

Lucien didn’t sleep.

He had been hoping, rather selfishly, that his true love would have pulled him into a dream to aid him, but instead he’d sat restless in bed, waiting for the tug of golden thread that never came. That his true love didn’t meet with him only added insult to injury.

Elain was angry with him. It was not a new development, as it seemed his wife was perpetually angry with him. Nor was it a mystery, either. Lucien could acknowledge the anger was well deserved. He knew he should have made more of an effort to spend time with her on their first night in the palace. At a minimum, he should have been the one to show Elain to her room.

Tomorrow, can you show me the trees?

Lucien ran his hands down his face—again. It was all he had been doing through the night, pulling his hair and rubbing his face and wishing he could banish the memory. Her eyes had been so bright, practically bubbling over with mirth, all at the prospect of looking at red and gold leaves. Making his wife happy would have been a matter of simply walking her to the edge of the forest and pointing towards the treeline and he’d had to tell her no.

No, because tomorrow, he would be getting in a carriage and returning to Carterhaugh.

Watching the light in her eyes die had felt like his soul died with it.

Worse, with the reminder that he would need to leave tomorrow came the dawning realization that he would only have one evening to catch up on all that he had missed. There was likely a pile of paperwork waiting for him after his journey to the Southern Kingdom, and tomorrow he would be embarking on another four day trip. There wasn’t time to share dinner and there wasn’t time to make his wife smile, no matter how simple the request.

Like a coward, he hadn’t even had the heart to tell her that he would be leaving. He had asked Vassa to explain that there had been an emergency summons from Eris. He’d figure out the details of the lie on his return journey.

That was his plan, anyhow. It was foiled by his wife, storming out the front doors of the palace where he was helping the coachman load the carriage. It was a misty autumn morning, and the wind tore at the loose ties of her dressing gown, exposing glimpses of her short nightgown and soft thighs. Suddenly his mouth felt dry.

“Are you leaving?” She asked, her brows slanted in disbelief.

Her cheeks were flushed from the brisk air, and he doubted her dressing gown was doing much to keep her warm.

“Just for a few days,” he said, with a small wince. “Eris has summoned me—”

“On our honeymoon?”

“It’s an emergency.”

She crossed her arms, pushing the gown further open to reveal the tops of her breasts. He knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose—a different woman might have done, as a means of tempting him to stay. Lucien knew if he pointed it out, she would be mortified, and would likely have something scathing to say that he noticed it all.

But what’s more he noticed that her chest was flushed an unusually bright shade of red.

He frowned. “Are you alright?”

“No!” She threw an arm towards the carriage. “Of course I’m not alright! My husband is about to leave on only the second morning of our honeymoon.”

“What I mean is, you’re flushed.” Lucien stepped forward, pressing a hand to her forehead. Her skin was scalding to the touch. “Are you feeling unwell, Elain?”

Elain petulantly batted his hand away. “I’m fine,” she snapped, but she swayed a bit with the motion. Lucien pressed a hand on her arm to steady her. She was shivering.

“No you’re not,” he said, taking her in fully now. Her skin was darker beneath her eyes, her cheeks so red it was as if someone had been pinching them moments before. “You’re sick.”

“I’m fine—”

Lucien swore as his own stupidity dawned on him. “It’s because of the snow,” he said. “You were stuck shivering in those clothes for hours, of course it made you ill.”

How could he leave, knowing he was the one responsible?

“I’m—”

“On bedrest,” he interrupted, stepping forward to slide an arm around her shoulder, then below her knee so that he could lift her into his arms in one fluid motion. Lucien expected her to protest, but she quickly wound an arm around her neck and pressed her shivering body closer—clinging to him for his heat, he realized with a small huff. He would take it.

“Cancel my journey,” he called to the coachmen. “Inform Eris that my wife is sick.”

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Tamlin Week Day 5

I know this isn't exactly the type of content you would expect from me for the prompt shapeshifter of @tamlinweek, but as soon as I saw this coloring page by @thrumugnyr I couldn't resist the urge to open Paint and give myself a hour break to colour it like I used to do back when computers were not that accessible and made the sounds of an aerospace engine. I know it's not perfect, and that there will be at least a million people far more talented than me who will make this wonderful drawing into a true masterpiece, but you can't understand how grateful I am for the childlike joy you gave me, so I thought I'd share the result along with a short scene it inspired

Plot: War is only a distant memory, the Spring Court has returned to its former glory, and Tamlin is finally coming back to understand what it means to be loved.

Pairing: Tamlin x Elain x Lucien if you want to see it that way, just Elucien if you're not into throuples. Obviously, it's Tamlin centric.

Words: 444

Tamlin was dozing in the shade of a wisteria-covered gazebo, his large paws resting under his snout like a pillow, when he heard a disturbance in the silence of a lazy, clear afternoon. Elain must’ve noticed it too, her legs tensing a little on his side, but her delicate hands kept stroking the golden fur on his spine, the area she was preparing to be adorned with little, bright pink daphne flowers. It was one of her favourite pastimes, when he was in his beast form, to cover him in colourful arrangements.

“To make you less scary,” she had said when he confronted her after the second or third time it happened. “More approachable for the children.”

Tamlin was nearly sure it was an innocent lie to safe face, but he didn't mind the attention, or all those younglings hanging on his property, looking for advice about horse-riding, gardening, and love matters, therefore he had no intention of pressing the matter to obtain a more exhaustive answer. He didn't want to frighten her, or see her return to her sisters after the less than amicable departure from the Night Court that gave him a pretext to rebuild his friendship with Lucien. Against all odds, his best friend’s mate, the sister of the one who had broken his heart and robbed him of his subjects’ trust, had been a pleasant addition at the Manor; where Feyre was stubborn and immovable, Elain was affable and ready for constructive confrontations, and on those same occasions in which the youngest Archeron would’ve withdrawn into herself and put on a defensive attitude, the middle one had been able to remain objective and even help him.

“Have you really been lounging around here all this time?” Lucien asked, cheerfully, once he was within their field of vision. Tamlin sat up lazily, showing a hint of fangs at the emissary, a tacit warning not to interrupt the sacredness of their bonding.

“What do you think, did I exaggerate on the antlers?” Elain asked, nodding toward the intricate ivy wreath she had wrapped around the entire lenght.

“I think they’re gorgeous,” he replied, finally allowed to be soft and careless, before giving her a light kiss on the temple and dropping behind her, the back Tamlin had once been forced to whip resting on his side.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he added as he made himself comfortable, sinking down until his head was on the beast’s belly, like they used to sit in the meadow when he first came from Autumn, when Elain turned to shot him a questioning look. “I just wanted to spend some time with my favourite people.”

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Foolish One

For Elucien Week Day 2 (Prompt: Magic) I’m doing an AU Elucien fic where Elain runs off for the night to a mysterious show and meets Lucien Who is a lot more than he seems.

Ever since Elain Archeron had been a small child, she had dreamed of a magical love, one that would take her breath away and take her away from this place. Away from the small town she had found herself trapped in, never having the full funds in order to do so.

Sighing, Elain wiped at her brow, rubbing her hands together to get the dirt from her hands as she observed the Lavender roses she had planted, the symbolism of them making her smile as she thought of her own unique love she could have one day. The one she had been praying for with her betrothed Greyson.

The wedding was set for three weeks away, and the arrangements for it had been downright hectic with all the input from not only her sisters but her mother as well. She enjoyed the small reprieve from all the chaos, even if it was only for just a little while.

Noting that the sun was sinking on the horizon, Elain quickly stood up, wiping all the dirt that she could from her clothes as she made her way back to the small cottage she shared with Graysen so she could start dinner.

Once inside she washed up, grabbing the meat for dinner as a bang from upstairs startled her, she placed the meat to the side, gathering her skirts as she made her way up the stairs to where she heard noises.

Walking down the hallway, her senses became on high alert with she heard a giggle coming from her and Greyson's bed room. She grasped the knob, turning it quicky as she jerked the door open, a shriek falling from the lips of the woman who was busy riding her betrothed.

Elain stood there, frozen in shock as her mouth laid agape, Greyson's words to her nearly inaudible as Elain felt her world crashing down around her. A world where her betrothed had laid with someone else in their bed no less.

Elain couldn't stand to be here a second longer, as she grasped onto her engagement ring, taking the wrenched thing off her finger and tossing it at his face, satisfied when the Gods damned thing hit his eye as she turned and rushed from the house of memories that now seemed to crumble around her.

Elain wasn't sure how long she had been running for, hardly knew where in this God forsaken town she was, the only thing that she knew right now is that she had to get away from it. Away from the memories and the false life that Greyson had promised that he would gift to her,

Foolish One, She thought, You should have known that he wasn't telling the truth.

She had been so lost within her own thoughts that she did not notice the rock that she tripped over or the mud puddle right in front of it, until she was falling into it, her dress now stained and ruined as the mud drenched her, getting nearly everywhere.

Elain cried out in pain, letting the tears finally fall from her eyes, glad that no one seemed to be around to see her as she fiercely wiped at her eyes, noticing a flyer in front of her.

She grasped the fallen thing, trying her best not to get mud on it as she read the contents,

Need a little magic in your life? Come see us at the most magical and mystical show near the edge of the woods.

A small laugh escaped Elain's lips, as she rose to her feet, laughing at the absurdity in the timing. What were the odds that she would see this flyer today of all days? Unless it was some sign from the universe.

She glanced up to the sky, before glancing back down at the flyer, feeling a small draw to this event, perhaps this was exactly what she needed after the day she had had, Perhaps she could go to this thing after she went back to her childhood home and grabbed a different outfit. There was no way that she would be going back to that house tonight.

Setting forth back into town, she walked until she found the small house her mother, father, and two sisters lived in as she lifted her fist to the door and gently knocked on it.

Nesta, her eldest sister, answered the door, gasping at Elain's state as she hurriedly pulled her inside, thankfully to a house that seemed nearly empty.

"Where are the others?" She found herself asking Nesta.

"They went into town for a while, but what happened Elain?"

"I-found Greyson cheating on me."

Fury radiated from Nesta's gaze as she looked about ready to go to the house where Greyson was at and show him just how much of a mistake he had made when it came to cheating on her baby sister.

Elain grasped her arm, shaking her head in response,

"He is not worth it. Besides Greyson is the last thing I want to think about right now, I actually came here for your help, I have-plans for tonight and need a change of clothes."

Nesta nodded, wrangling in her anger in order to assist her sister as she gestured towards the washroom,

"Go ahead and wash up, I'll get something from my wardrobe that you can wear."

Elain nodded, heading towards the washroom so she could wash the mud off her skin. She wasn't sure how long the bath had taken, but when she finally got out of it, making sure to clean out the tub as she did, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel as she headed towards Nesta's room, her sister waiting for her on the bed.

"Thank you." Elain said to her, her eyes flickering towards the pale lavender gown on Nesta's bed as she grasped it, glad that Nesta had a dress of this color. Not that Elain would have disliked gray or blue, but lavender, well, lavender awakened something within her.

"I'll leave you to get dressed." Nesta told her as Elain grasped her arm,.

"Thank you, Nesta, I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

"We're sisters. Its what we're supposed to do." Nesta smiled as she left Elain alone to get dressed.

After she slipped into the lavender dress, she glanced at herself in Nesta's mirror admiring the beauty of the dress as she smiled to herself. It definitely looked good on her.

She glided towards the door, opening it as she noticed Nesta on the sofa reading from one of her books as Elain opened her mouth to say thank you to her sister before they both heard a knock on the door.

Elain's stomach dropped praying to God that it was not Greyson coming here to retrieve her as Nesta glanced at her, giving her a some what reassuring look as Elain glanced at her in puzzlement.

She sighed, glancing towards Elain before she opened the door saying,

"Just-don't say anything to mom and dad." She told her, opening the door as a man Elain had never seen before in her life entered glancing at her sister with lustful eyes as he gave her sister a kiss on the lips, catching Elain off guard, her sister-was seeing someone?

Nesta pulled away quickly, the man glancing at her in confusion before he noticed Elain standing there, a blush coating his light brown cheeks.

"I'm sorry for my rudeness, I thought Nesta and I were alone tonight, I'm Cassian." He told her, extending his hand out to her in greeting as Elain gently took it shaking it gingerly.

"Hello, I'm Elain, Nesta's sister. Forgive me, i did not know my sister was seeing someone."

"That was intentional. You see Cassian and I-well, we-aren't official, I've been seeing him for the past couple of months, but you know how mother and father are. " Nesta answered quickly as Cassian pulled her into him, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Elain nodded her understanding, knowing how difficult their parents could be and seeing how fondly Cassian glanced at her sister, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin that.

"I'll give you two some privacy, I may be back later tonight after everything, can you inform mother when she gets back?" She asked Nesta who nodded and pulled Elain to her.

"Have a good time." She whispered as Elain replied,

"You too." gesturing towards Cassian which made Nesta bite her lip in response.

"Oh I plan to. "

When Elain got to the edge of the forest, careful not to tear Nesta's dress, the tent that surrounded it made her eyes widen as she heard cheers coming from inside of it.

She gathered her skirts, heading towards the tent, mesmerized already as she opened the flap and headed inside, she glanced around for a seat, taking an empty one at the front, not a single familiar face in sight as Elain watched the woman spinning water within her gasp.

She glanced at it mesmerized as Elain sat further up in her chair, her eyes widening at the magic of it all. She did not know anyone who could do that.

She watched the water user work her magic, mesmerizing the crowd as applause rang out in the air as she exited the stage, the next act about to be brought out as Elain felt a strange tug from her center making her eyes snap to the next performer, as her eyes widened at the sight of him, the most beautiful mesmerizing man she had ever seen.

His red hair shone in the light catching on his golden brown skin as she tried her best not to let her mouth hang agape. A scar marked his cheek where it appeared like something had replaced his eye, lost in some type of accident, she imagined as his red hair flowed behind him and the crowd went wild.

Elain found herself clapping with them, as fire lit from his palms making her gasp, how could he hold such an element and not get burned?

She watched as the fire rose from his palms, shining as bright as the sun itself as Elain waited with baited breath as the flame rose and rose, seeming to make an orb of the sun itself.

The crowd cheered and Elain cheered with them, never being exposed to this level of magic before as the male held the sun in the palm of his hand.

"I'm going to need a volunteer for this next part!" He called out to the audience as Elain felt herself holding up her own hand, not sure why today of all days she was being bold, but loving the feeling of it.

His gaze caught on hers with a smile as he pointed his finger towards her, shock coursing through her that he had actually picked her.

Elain rose to her feet, walking up to the man that had had her mesmerized from the moment she first laid eyes on him as she stopped when they were face to face.

"And what is your name lovely?" He asked as Elain's lips parted.

"Elain." She whispered to him, her voice suddenly low as if she didn't want anyone to know her name except him.

"Beautiful name. Mine is Lucien, pleased to make your acquaintance."

She felt a fierce blush paint her cheeks as Lucien grasped her hand and brushed a kiss to her knuckles, the lips burning heat on her skin making her wonder how they would feel like in other places.

She shook her head at those thought remembering where she was, but based off the look on Lucien's face, his mind was also going to those sort of places. The intensity in his gaze hotter than any fire.

"What should I do?" She asked him, breaking his gaze.

"Hold out the palm of your hand." He instructed as Elain did what she was told.

She held out her palms, waiting for something to happen as she gasped suddenly, the fire that had been in Lucien's hands before now spun in hers. Though the flames never seemed to lick her skin or burn her.

She glanced at the fire with intrigued by the fire within her hands as it formed and took shape, Lucien's hands working his magic as Elain looked at the flames mesmerized as they formed their own sun once more.

"Is there something that you love?" Lucien asked her catching her off guard as she bit her lip, thinking about his question.

"I love roses." She answered as the flame in her hands retook shape into the form of a rose.

Before she could say anything, the fire sputtered out and a rose the color of lavender formed in her hands as she gazed at it in amazement and the crowd went wild.

"How did you know-"

Applause went up in the air as Lucien sent her a wink, her hand grapsing the rose before her, still feeling the magic within it. Lucien held out his hand for her as she grasped it and they took a bow togehter for an audience and something else appeared in her hand as Elain glanced at Lucien going back to her seat.

When she was back in her seat she took the paper by the rose and unraveled it, glancing down as Elain read the words.

Thank you for a magical time, Elain, Until we meet again, Lucien

Elain clutched the letter and the rose to her chest a small smile forming on her lips as she felt true magic for the first time.

@elucienweekofficial

[lucienarcheron]

Around the World - Part 2 [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Prostitute/Client Modern AU with a twist. |

PART ONE 

Genre: Humor/Romance/Fluff Rating: Tis naughty time :) Recommended listen: Tonight by John Legend

The two could barely keep their hands off each other. Her main complaint was that the damn room just had to be on the sixth floor.

But Elain instantly stopped complaining when the elevator door closed and Lucien caged her in the corner of it, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist, her skirt to ride up and his lips found hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed, first on her waist then down her rear and thighs, squeezing as he went. She shuddered in his arms, her body arching into his as he pressed against her, wanting more.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you.” he whispered to her suddenly and Elain let out a shaky breath, her whole body flushing when he kissed below her ear gently, then down her neck, and only stopped kissing her when the elevator finally dinged on their floor.

Elain couldn’t quite remember how they reached the door. It involved a lot of tugging on clothing, inappropriate noises, and more of those kisses he kept giving her, like he was trying to imprint himself on her soul.

It was after the door had been closed, after Lucien had whipped her around and caged her against it with her palms bracing her as his hands squeezed her ass and his lips kissed her exposed neck, after grinding himself against her, eliciting more of those moans out of her and she bucked against him — after they had stumbled deeper in the room and tossed her on the bed, her entire being protesting when he stopped touching her, it was then — when he started unbuttoning his own shirt, that Elain stopped.

She stopped. Froze.

She realized how out of her element she was when Lucien looked too at ease in the situation.

They had only gotten to know each other two hours ago.

“I’ve...never done this before.” Elain blurted, biting down on her lip and shooting him a look. “You know, had a one-night stand. I — yeah.”

Lucien paused and Elain’s cheeks heated when he met her gaze with a soft smile.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you’ve changed your mind. Technically you haven’t paid yet. Consultations are on the house.” He said with a wink, his hands moving away from his shirt. Elain laughed softly and her eyes took his features in. His understanding expression, his lean but fit frame, and his very visible erection through his dress pants. She felt herself heat all over again.

She was overthinking it. It was just sex.

The bed dipped next to her and she turned her head to look at Lucien who gave her another reassuring smile.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She paused for a moment then pursed her lips. “It’s just sex.”

Lucien nodded slowly, a finger rubbing against his lips. “Yes. But I’m not going to pretend I’m not insanely attracted to you.” he said with a chuckle. “Not just physically speaking.”

She playfully nudged his shoulder. “Do you say that to all your clients?”

He grinned, nudging her shoulder back. “Only my favorite ones.”

Elain chuckled then gave him a coy smile. “So I’m one of your favorites already?”

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” Lucien replied and leaned closer to her ear. “You’re my only client so that makes you the favorite.”

She turned to face him with a snort, the coy smile from earlier evolving into a genuine one as their gazes locked.

“Little ‘ole me?” Elain said quietly. “Should I be flattered or more concerned at your low number of clientele?”

He chuckled, his hand coming up to curl her hair behind her ear. “I’m reserved for very special types of people. They’re usually one in a million.”

She gasped dramatically. “I’m the one in a million?”

Lucien grinned then leaned in, placing a firm kiss on her lips that had Elain leaning right back into him, especially when his tongue grazed her bottom lip.

“It would seem so.”

Elain bit her lip, still leaning close to him and as she watched him watch her, she knew, knew Lucien would know exactly what to do with her.

“The moment you say stop, we stop, Elain.” he continued, his eyes never leaving her face. “I’ll take you right home...you’d just need to give me a few minutes to sort myself out.”

Elain laughed lightly at that then shook her head. She was completely overthinking this.

“No, no. You basically said I’d get the best sex of my life. I’m holding you to that promise.”

The feral grin that came on his face in response had Elain’s toes curling and the moment his lips came in contact with hers she forgot about everything. She forgot her worries, her doubts, and her horrible breakup. She forgot about anything else other than she was a girl that was spending the night with a boy that she was insanely attracted to.

Elain had forgotten how to breathe at a point and Lucien had to pull back to tease her about it.

But then he stripped, slowly, watching her watch him and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Off the smirk that was gracing his face. When he stood in nothing but his boxer briefs, Elain had to keep squeezing her thighs together to somewhat contain the extent of her arousal. Though his sly smile told her he knew.

It was when Elain started to pull at her own blouse that his smile faded and he quirked a brow.

“What are you doing?”

She blinked.

“I know I said I never had a one-night stand but I’m pretty sure we both have to be naked for this to work.” she replied slowly and he snorted, leaning over her to gently pry her hands away from her shirt.

“That is very true.” he replied, placing her hands on her sides then slipping his hands to her knees and pulling her closer to him. “But I’ll be the one handling that. Any objections?”

Elain’s mouth parted slightly, her arousal at its peak and she swallowed before shaking her head.

And so with a grin, he stripped her himself. With every piece of clothing he took off, Lucien made sure his lips kissed every inch of skin that was revealed. By the time he got to her soaked lacy little panties, Elain was positive she had ceased to exist. Rather than slip them off, Lucien had smirked at her and dipped his head between her legs, his tongue teasing her through the fabric.

“Please.” she whispered and two fingers replaced his tongue, teasingly pushing against it.

“Please what?” he whispered right back, gently kissing her inner thigh and Elain’s eyes fluttered open.

“Please stop teasing me.”

He chuckled. “I’m getting you ready for me, love.”

The panties had come off instantly after that. Lucien’s tongue worked wonders on her and Elain wondered if this was what it was like to die and go to heaven. Every little noise that slipped from her lips only egged Lucien on, his eyes never leaving her face. She was spread like a feast in front of him and Lucien didn’t stop until she had crumbled from his mouth and fingers alone. His fingers teased her bundle of nerves then replaced his tongue. She let out a breathless moan as he slipped two fingers into her, his mouth traveling up instead, leaving kisses all over her skin, her stomach, the valley between her breasts then her neck. Elain gripped his forearm as he quickened the pace of his fingers and brushed a kiss right below her ears.

“Gods, you are beautiful splayed out like this.” he muttered. “You like what my fingers are doing, don’t you, little dove?”

“Yes.” she whispered, her cheeks burning and he smirked. “But I liked your t-tongue too.”

“You taste as lovely as I imagined.” he continued, leaning closely to place a kiss on the corner of her parted mouth as she let out a soft mewl. “I could’ve spent all day with my head between your legs. Would you have liked that?”

“Yes, please.” she whimpered, her grip tightening on his arm as her hips bucked to the rhythm of his fingers and Lucien chuckled.

“Maybe that’ll be an incentive for next time. There are other ways I want to have you tonight.” he said quietly, his fingers curving to hit the perfect spot to send her over and Elain let out a moan as her back arched, coming undone once more.

Lucien waited, pumping his fingers slowly as she came down from her high then pulled them out, watching her and the way she whimpered for him, his cock straining against his boxer briefs.

Elain swallowed, her chest rising and falling as she watched him. Her eyes darted to his fingers coated with her juices then to his face and Lucien smirked.

“Would you like to show me what that tongue can do, Elain?” he said, his voice low and Elain’s toes curled all over again as she nodded. She slowly sat up, her legs still spread, Lucien still standing between them. Her eyes were firmly locked on his as she grabbed his hand and slowly brought them into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his fingers and very delicately, Elain sucked on them, her tongue sliding down his fingers and licking them clean. Lucien desperately fought not to have his eyes roll back at the sensation; his mind had gone to a very different place of where he wanted her tongue to be. She pulled them out and then licked her lips, giving him a small smile.

“Was that good enough of a preview?” she asked, her hands reaching for the waistband of his boxer briefs now but his hands gently gripped hers.

He smirked. “It was perfect but you need to keep your hands to yourself.”

“And what if I can’t?” she asked, attempting an innocent look with a bat of her eyelashes.

Lucien chuckled then leaned to face her directly. “Then I’ll have to tie up those pretty hands.”

Elain’s breath hitched, her nipples hardening and she fought every urge to just throw herself at him. “You want to tie me up?”

He raised a brow, his smirk widening. “Do you want me to tie you up?”

A thousand thoughts flashed through Elain’s mind and every single one of them was of something she wanted him to do to her. Things she had always fantasized about but was too embarrassed to ever bring up with Graysen.

Being tied up by this beautiful man was one of the first.

“I wouldn’t mind.” she said softly.

He straightened and a look of pure male satisfaction bloomed on his face. “Another incentive for next time then.” he said and pulled her in his arms to slide her body further up on the bed and slowly rested himself over her. “But tonight, it’s going to be my job to make you feel good.”

“Spoken like a true hooker.” she replied with a grin that Lucien returned before leaning in to kiss her lips gently.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Elain.” he whispered. “You’re going to be feeling me for days.”

And just like that, the air in the room shifted. The primal hunger that had the two of them frantic to reach the room returned and despite it being one article of clothing, Elain couldn’t get Lucien naked and the condom on fast enough.

A small whine left her lips when he pushed her body down, adjusting himself between her legs and his hand teasingly rubbing his shaft against her opening.

“Please —” she barely had to beg when Lucien thrust into her fully and held, a ragged moan replacing anything else she had to say. Elain closed her eyes and bit her lip, letting herself adjust to how he filled her and how his hands felt sliding down her body. She bucked her hips, indicating she was ready but he only chuckled in return.

“We’re going to build it up, Elain, be patient.” he said softly, his lips leaving butterfly kisses on her neck and Elain arched into him, releasing a frustrated whine.

“I don’t want to build it up slow. Just fucken fuck me.” she growled and Lucien grinned.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl.” he whispered, pulling out slowly then thrusting back into her hard and Elain gasped.

“Yes.”

“So soft but you like it rough, don’t you, Elain?” he said quietly, slowly pulling out again then thrusting hard into her once more and she dug her nails in his shoulder with another ragged breath.

“Yes.”

“No one’s ever been a little rough with you, have they, love?” Lucien said again as Elain wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging him into her. “But you always wanted it like that, didn’t you?”

“Gods yes.” she whimpered again and Lucien chuckled, then lifted one of her legs to have it rest on his shoulder and pulled out slowly once more.

“We are going to have a lot of fun then.” he said, his hand sliding down her leg and leaning closer to claim her lips as he thrust hard into her once more. Elain almost came then, her fingers digging deep into his arm and shoulder, pouring everything she had into their heated kiss.

Lucien no longer held back, thrusting at a pace that had Elain panting, sinful noises, and swear words that would put anyone else to shame slipping from her lips, her eyes only leaving his when they rolled back.

“Almost, almost, almost —” she panted and whined as he thrust faster, pulling her other leg over her shoulder and Elain arched her back, her body singing more, more, more as Lucien pounded into her, a hand slipping to tease her bundle of nerves. Elain let out a louder moan, a hand fisting the sheets, the other digging into his shoulder and then she shattered, her body taunt as she came undone.

“You should’ve waited for me, love.” he said quietly in her ear, his thrusts slowing down and before Elain could properly register what he meant, Lucien pulled out of her, pecked her on the lips then flipped her over and pulled her body towards him. “This okay?”

Elain looked over her shoulder, her eyes flickering to his erection and then back to his face. He hadn’t finished but Lucien gave her a smirk, reaching to brush loose strands of hair away from her face.

She bit her lip and propped herself on all four of her shaky limbs still reeling from the orgasm she had and arched her body towards him. “Yes.”

Lucien didn’t need to be told twice. Elain let out a broken moan to his low groan when he thrust into her again, filing her. He wrapped his arm around her middle, his chest pressed to her back and Elain could only clench a fist in the sheets and hold onto the arm he was holding around her as Lucien went at a relentless pace again.

He whispered sweet-nothings that turned so filthy, Elain’s flushed cheeks burned but she didn’t care, as long he kept doing and saying what he was doing and saying.

“Lucien please —”

“Almost, love.”

He let go of her middle then, gently pushing her down and bringing his hands to settle on her hips instead and Lucien’s pace went harder. Elain gripped the sheets tightly, her moans and whimpers dancing with his growls and grunts as he claimed her for the night.

So much trust had been given to a practical stranger and yet, Elain’s only thought at this moment was if he could fuck her any harder.

“Lucien.” she could only whimper once more, her walls tightening around him as he thrust in her and the two came undone together.

Lucien held her to him for a moment longer, their bodies coated with sweat before slowly pulling out and Elain’s body trembled as she lay on her stomach, breathing heavily. He watched her close her eyes and took the time to dispose of the condom before returning with a damp washcloth.

Gently turning her over, Elain watched as Lucien’s gaze washed over her, inspecting her before meeting her gaze and smiling gently.

“You alright?” he asked quietly and Elain blinked at him before erupting into a fit of giggles. He quirked a brow.

“Are all one-night stands this nice?” she asked with flushed cheeks, smiling widely and Lucien snorted.

“It depends on the kind of guy you go home with, Elain.” he replied and she giggled again then pointed a finger at him with a playful squint.

“You sure you’re not actually a prostitute?” she asked and he gave her an amused look. “Because this was...you’re...this was good. I...this was good.”

Lucien laughed softly, laying next to her, braced on his hand. “Not a prostitute. Just had a lot of practice.”

“You hoe it up, huh Lucien?” she asked, turning to face him, mimicking his position.

“Sure, Elain. I ‘hoe’ it up.” he replied with a roll of his eyes then pushed her shoulder so she’d fall on her back again with another giggle.

“Well, good for you.” she replied, poking his shoulder then brushing a finger across his collarbone. “It’s worked in your favor.”

“Seems it’s worked in your favor as well.”

Their eyes met and the two fell into each other once more, devouring each other in a heated kiss that earned a pleasant hum from both of them. Lucien pulled her closer, his tongue seeking permission and Elain granted him access, wrapping an arm around his neck to have him resting over her. The forgotten washcloth slipped from his hands and Lucien cupped her face as he deepened the kiss, Elain already arching against him.

He pulled away from the kiss abruptly and a whine of protest left Elain’s lips.

“Are you tired?” he asked quickly and Elain grinned.

“Nope. You?”

Lucien grinned in return. “Nope. I have a few more places around the world I can show you if you’re up for it?”

Elain’s eyes gleamed. “Are you going to charge me extra for the ride?”

“Depends. Are you going to be a good girl or give me a hard time?”

“Mmm.” Elain pursed her lips, pretending to be in thought. “Wouldn’t you want me to be a good girl that also gives you a hard time?”

He burst out laughing and she giggled in return. “I gotta say, Elain...I am very glad I met you tonight.” he said softly and she smiled, averting her gaze for a second then meeting his again.

“Me too...it’s been a fun night with you.”

“Good. ‘Cause there’s a lot more fun coming up.”

[acourtofthought]

While we spoke, I said down the bond, Helion is Lucien’s father. (ACOWAR pg 455)

But not the gift of Helion. His true father. I still hadn’t mentioned it. To anyone other than Rhys.(ACOFAS pg 162)

And..........

Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.” (ACOMAF pg 608)

Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing and sadness. (ACOWAR pg 345)

“She wants nothing to do with me.” (ACOFAS pg 162)

Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. (ACOSF pg 601)

SJM mated Elucien in 2016.

For the past 6 years and in the 2.5 books since, SJM has created tension between Elucien, suspending them in a will they? / won't they? state.

For the past 6 years SJM and in the 2.5 books since, Lucien has continued to look at Elain and only Elain with longing yet his bond with her remains unfulfilled.

I know some think E/riel has been building since book 2 however it really hasn't considering Az was in love with Mor the entire time and only started letting go of her in ACOSF (and he's not even there just yet). He has not been waiting for Elain in the way Lucien has.

Lucien's story has so much to wrap up, the reveal of his real father and powers, the arc of his mating bond and out of the two males, only he would be getting the real payoff moment that has been building for most of the series when it comes to Elain. His payoff moments are learning that he has a father who is a decent male, proving that he is a worthy male despite what other jealous males think, proving to those whose underestimated him that they were wrong and that his mate can very much stand being in the same room as him (and so much more). 😉

Cassian had to wait multiple books for his payoff moment with Nesta which was also a roller coaster ride of emotions. They were off, they we're on, they were off again.

There's no reason to believe Lucien won't get the same.

[laxibbeb]

Hello!

I also haven’t read an actual book lately either🫣But I do like Ali Hazelwood’s books (I love a good STEM romance), and When the Moon Hatched is on my tbr

I’ve also done equestrian! I rode growing up and was on my school’s IHSA team in college.

Here’s a very specific question:

How do you feel about pre-cauldron Elain and high fae Lucien? I’m cooking up some angst with that idea (including the exes to lovers trope you said you liked😉)

More general questions! (Not necessarily related to the fic)

What brought you into the acotar fandom?

Are there any other ships you love? (Either acotar or other fandoms)

What is your favorite kitchen appliance and why?

hi!! we're busy people, we're conquering the world ok 🫣 time for reading will come but holy shit, "when the moon hatched" is on my tbr now too, it sounds amazing

oh my god!! that's so cool, you were on a team! i've always been very on and off about horse riding and i have regrets :(

OKAY, YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY COOKING, i'm loving what you're putting down, i've been thinking about this constantly since i saw your message and INCLUDING exes to lovers... who are you, you genius 🫵

– let me put a nice divider here –

fandom question! i inhaled the books around 2020 but i never really actively partook in fandom before acotar, because i was scared lmao

i always loved to draw and i drew mostly for myself, so eventually, sometime in 2021 i drew an elain i loved and i was like, I NEED TO SHOW THIS TO PEOPLE and i've been here ever since, showing this to people 😌

and about ships listen. i'm such a mutishipper, so i have tons and tons

from acotar, apart from elucien, i really enjoy azris and mor/nesta (which is very niche, i know, but the potential.) i love mom and dad (feysand), it's a crime that i haven't drawn them before

also a good place to mention i enjoy essentialy all the elain ships, with a few little exceptions that don't really get me going (😉)

and as for non-acotar

i'm going to soo uncreatively name every ship i have art of here, just watch me 🤣

i love imogen/laudna/fearne (in literally any composition) from critical role

i was also obsessed with catradora from the she-ra series, which was pretty much one of the first fandoms i've been in (and the obsession is still there, i just need to rewatch the series like, once)

favourite kitchen appliance is a very serious question i think it's my immersion blender, with which i blend even if i don't need to immerse 😜 it's just so convenient, easy to clean.. ah glorious

but one other thing that deserves a shout-out here is my flour sifter for which i'll provide a photo

she makes zero mess and i love her to death

(i want to know what prompted the question - DO YOU BAKE and if yes what's your favourite recipe?)

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Heist (Chapter 6)

Gwynriel/Nessian/Elucien

Inspired by Money Heist: Korea—Joint Economic Area

Smut warning ⚠️

Teaser down below ⬇️

Elain

The suspect weaved in and out of traffic. Elain and several other police cars were following close behind.

“We’re in pursuit of a blue SUV heading toward the intersection up ahead,” the cop in her passenger seat informed dispatch.

Elain sped up and tried to cut the driver off, but he made a sharp right, driving through the grass. She cursed and did the same, gritting her teeth at the bumpy ride.

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