Ships: Elain x Lucien, Nesta x Eris, Gwyn x Azriel, Jurian x Vassa
For twenty-seven years, Elain Archeron has raised her daughter Thea on an island off the coast of Adriata alone. She doesn’t speak to her parents or sisters, and Thea’s father is not in their lives. However, on the eve of Thea’s wedding to the High Lord of Summer’s son, Elain’s three ex-lovers appear out of the blue. They have questions, Thea has questions, but does Elain have all the answers?
❤️🔥 Let It Blaze
Ships: Elain x Lucien, Jurian x Vassa
When Elain Archeron saves an injured Lucien Vanserra in the woods behind her practice, she tells herself it’s the right thing to do, and nothing more. But the moment his eyes open, her peaceful, yet fragile life begins to unravel.
🍷 Pushing It Down and Praying
Ship: Elain x Lucien
Elain has spent months avoiding her mate, and Lucien finally seems to have taken the hint. She decides to quietly pursue things with Azriel after that night on Solstice, but discovers that clicking with him is trickier than thought. Turns out some bonds are harder to break.
bad liar
Ship: Elain x Lucien
After two years out of society, Elain Archeron is determined to find a husband. When she meets Viscount Graysen Nolan, she falls head over heels, and with his proposal all but guaranteed, everything feels as though it’s falling right into place.
Until it falls apart. Facing ruin or a life on the shelf, an out-of-the-blue offer of marriage from Prince Lucien Vanserra, Duke of Glenacre, turns her world upside down. Now married to a man she barely knows while nursing her heartbreak over the one she’d planned her life with, Elain must contend with lust, lies, and longing to find the one thing she’s wanted all along: love.
💎 Rhinestoned
Ship: Elain x Lucien
Elain didn’t plan on smoking a joint with a gorgeous stranger after falling off a mechanical bull at Feyre’s “Rhinestone Cowgirl” bachelorette party. But she didn’t plan on letting him eat her out in the back of his Mustang, either.
⚡️ This Is What You Came For
Ship: Elain x Lucien
Elain attends Lucien’s coronation as Crown Prince of Day. Everybody’s watching him. He’s looking at her.
☀️ The Sun’s In My Heart
Ships: Elain x Lucien, Eris x Fem!OC, Jurian x Vassa, Helion x LOA
When the Lady of Autumn defects from her home Court, Elain and Lucien must work together with Eris to bring her home. While in Day’s capital, Elain and Lucien begin to grow closer, as Eris struggles to reconcile the consequences of his mother’s actions and the secrets they bring to light.
✍️ Addressed to the Fire
Ship: Nesta x Eris
My contribution to an epistolary collection of love letters between Nesta and Eris, starting with their 100th wedding anniversary, and working backwards through milestones, early courtship, and the first ever exchange.
⚔️ You Were Never Not Mine
Ship: Nesta x Eris
Eris hires Nesta and her Valkyries to accompany him to retrieve his new betrothed from the desert nation of Bharat. A post-HOFAS reluctant-allies-to-lovers story of kindred spirits and tethered souls.
🖤 Us Traitors Never Win
Ship: Nesta x Eris
Nesta Archeron has spent her entire career in libraries. Years of research, countless hours of work—blood, sweat, and tears poured into a single obsession: Narben. Thanks to Rhysand's vision for his museum, she's finally been given the chance to find it. There's just one problem: she has to work with Eris Vanserra.
CRESCENT CITY 🌙🦦
⚓️ Anchor
Ships: Sathia x Tharion, Tristan x Ariadne
Tharion Ketos drifted through life, unmoored and untethered. Even a betrothal to a princess wasn’t enough to keep him from going with his own flow. Water, after all, is the most powerful force on Migard. Well, all except one.
A slow-burn, regency reimagining of Prythian, written for @elucienweekofficial 2026 • Day 4: Arranged Marriage
chapter 5: call me an amenity
After two years out of society, Elain Archeron is determined to find a husband.
When she meets Viscount Graysen Nolan, she falls head over heels, and with his proposal all but guaranteed, everything feels as though it’s falling right into place.
Until it falls apart.
Facing ruin or a life on the shelf, an out-of-the-blue offer of marriage from Prince Lucien Vanserra, Duke of Glenacre, turns her world upside down.
Now married to a man she barely knows while nursing her heartbreak over the one she’d planned her life with, Elain must contend with lust, lies, and longing to find the one thing she’s wanted all along: love.
The Night Court appeared the same. The sky was a crisp blue, the winds gentle, and the only sound around was the rushing water from the nearby Sidra. But there seemed a heaviness about the River House – a hanging shadow, and Elain couldn’t decide if it was real or something she’d fabricated in her head. Fabricated because she knew the land of night and stars and secrets would be in absolute turmoil right now.
Feyre and Rhys had lost their titles after not fulfilling their bargain to Eris to help defeat Beron and Nesta was now the High Lady of the Night Court. And while Elain was deeply worried about both her sisters and the fragile peace that existed between the three of them, the drama that would have unfolded afterwards must have been a sight.
A slow-burn, regency reimagining of Prythian, written for @elucienweekofficial 2026 • Day 4: Arranged Marriage
chapter 5: call me an amenity
After two years out of society, Elain Archeron is determined to find a husband.
When she meets Viscount Graysen Nolan, she falls head over heels, and with his proposal all but guaranteed, everything feels as though it’s falling right into place.
Until it falls apart.
Facing ruin or a life on the shelf, an out-of-the-blue offer of marriage from Prince Lucien Vanserra, Duke of Glenacre, turns her world upside down.
Now married to a man she barely knows while nursing her heartbreak over the one she’d planned her life with, Elain must contend with lust, lies, and longing to find the one thing she’s wanted all along: love.
Summary: In the days leading up to Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony, Elain and Lucien run into a rather…unusual predicament. A strange spell seems to have made them switch bodies. They’ll need to work together to convincingly hide their secret from the others, undo the spell to revert back to normal, and most importantly, not ruin the big day. Side effects MAY include abnormally increased levels of sexual arousal and frustration.
Notes: Rated E for silly, horny shenanigans. Body Swap. Fake Dating. Awkward idiots to lovers. Eventual smut. Thank you @olenvasynyt for the banner!
Read Chapter 6 on AO3 here
At the very same time, Nesta and Cassian were barging inside her bedroom. That is one way to immediately eliminate an erection. Now Elain understood how that worked. One simply needed a furious elder sister with death written in her silver-rimmed eyes to catch you in bed with another.
“Get up!” Nesta barked, standing in front of her Illyrian mate with hands on her hips. “And do not even bother lying to me.”
Elain and Lucien deal with an early morning intrusion and interrogation.
It's a Two-Shot for @elucienweekofficial Day 7- Revival
I chose to Revive Calanmai! Honestly, Calanmai and Feral are so good together, that my submission for Feral was a precurser of things to come for this fic!
You can read it on AO3 Here
word count ~ 5.2K words Rated E
Summary:
After several months, Elain overhears that their efforts to heal the Spring Court have been little help. It seems the only chance they have is to hold another Calanmai. Lucien agrees to take up the mantle once more in Tamlin's stead, and this time, Elain wants to take part. She now attends her first Fire Night, but her emotions grow tense at the thought of her mate finding another female as the maiden to perform the rite with. Spring has not seen two mates perform the Great Rite together in centuries, and Elain wonders if perhaps now is the time to rectify that.
Thank you so so sooooo much to @gooseyjossip for beta reading, and helping me a ton to really find my voice and bring this to life! Thank you for the time and patience you put into my babbling! This means so much!
And here's a brief snippet under the cut!
“Has Lucien left already?” Elain asked, her eyes focused on the body painting in her reflection rather than noticing the oh so slightly possessive expression she was making on her stupid face. The two faeries exchanged knowing looks between each other. Then Rue answered as she continued her painting up Elain’s ribcage,
“Yes. He is acting Highlord.” There was a brief pause before she continued. “He will take his role as the hunter.” Sya paused her weaving when Elain angled her head towards Rue.
“The hunter?” Her voice was laced with confusion. Lucien hadn’t mentioned anything about that. Rue didn’t look up from where she was painting, keeping focus on the delicate intricacies of this particular vine.
“Yes my lady, it is the highest honor. He will hunt the stag for the great rite, and then he will hunt and pursue his maiden.” Elain stopped moving entirely, her body so still that Rue looked concerned at the lack of seeing any sign of breathing. Something cold and dreadful coursed through her body, sinking down into the pit of her stomach. She felt a chill climb up her spine, tendrils of icy rage at the thought of him seeking out another. Not directed at him, but at some vague feminine figure that dare touch what belonged to her. She could hear her pulse, louder than any of the drums outside— and the chant. Over and over again.
Summary: As far as Elain knew, in all of her ten years of collected knowledge, she was the only person who frequented these woods. She'd never seen footprints before. Not ones this recent, not ones that the forest guided her to.
That curious sensation in her chest grew stronger. A stumbling beat. A beckoning.
Go, the rustling leaves called to her. Go see.
She had never seen him before, but Elain knew at once who he was.
What he was.
A Vanserra.
Or: That time an eerie meet cute in the forest changed their lives
A contribution to @elucienweekofficial
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4 years later
Time was a linear thing to most people.
But inside the forest's heart, time stood still.
At last, the overlapping tides of past and present and future were no longer in perpetual push and pull against the shores of Elain's mind. There was only here. And here was a cottage with a hearth, and a roof, and a loving family.
Here was a shelter. A bubble of peace separating them from a world that had possessed so little good.
Do you ever blame the forest, she'd once asked Lucien's mother, for keeping us trapped here?
How could I? She'd replied. The forest has brought me everything I've ever loved.
It was easier for Elain to let go of her anger when she had reflected on this. On how the forest had brought her to Lucien, and Lucien had in turn brought her to the forest. They were all interconnected through roots of fate that stretched to ancient reaches of Prythian, perhaps all the way back to the Cauldron itself. She could hold the forest no more accountable than she could hold the moon or the sea. It was only doing what it had been created to do—searching for sunlight. Searching for warmth.
And there was so much of it here, now that it had brought them together.
"You have that look your face," Lucien noted, sitting up from the pile of furs they used as their bed. They had retired for the evening to their bedroom—a space that Lucien had taken upon himself to build so that they could have their privacy. "What are you thinking about?"
"Fate. What a peculiar thing it is and how, despite it all, I find myself very thankful for it."
His eyes held a tempting softness—the kind that practically begged her to fall into his body and relish his touch. She was moments from doing so when he asked, "Have you worked it out, yet?"
This gave her pause. "Worked out what?"
"What I've known from the moment I met you."
A secret between them was a rare. Talking was how they entertained themselves most days, which meant there was scarcely a thought that Elain didn't share with her husband, and she'd believed the reverse to be true. Except he was staring at her, now, with a gravity that suggested otherwise.
In her chest, his heart stuttered a beat.
She tipped her head to the side, thinking. "That the forest drew us together?"
"Yes, but I'm referring to the reason why." There was something endearingly boyish about the shy smile he gave her—a look she did not often associate with her impish husband, and more fuel for her curiosity. "Do you truly not know? I thought you were the seer between us."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Lucien."
"I'm talking about how I belong to you." His hand closed around hers, their combined attention dropping to the dainty ring she wore on her finger as his thumb brushed over it. "And you belong to me."
"Yes." Elain waited for him to say more, but he finished there, as if it was a great revelation.
Her brows scrunched. She was growing impatient with his opaque meaning. "Lucien, what are you—"
"There's a word for it, Elain. You've never used it. I thought, in time, it would become as obvious to you as it is to me. Do you not… feel it?"
There, in her chest, where she felt that second heartbeat thundering against her ribs. A pull. The same sensation that had drawn her to the forest on the night they met. She had felt it many, many times, as if someone were tugging on a string. She'd always intuitively known Lucien was on the other end.
"I feel it," she said, still frowning. "But what should I be working out?"
His laugh was colored in shades of exasperation and fondness. "That you're my mate, Elain."
Mate. Oh, yes. She'd forgotten there was a word for it. The connection between them. Elain had always felt its presence, but had come to simply associate it with Lucien. Where he went, a piece of her soul followed, and that was how it had always been.
She giggled. "You think I didn't know?"
"You've never said anything about it!"
"But it's so obvious," she protested. "Do you need me to tell you what color the sky is, next?"
Lucien groaned. "Insufferable female! I've been waiting for you to say something about it for years."
"We're already married," she pointed out. "It changes very little."
He huffed. "I suppose you're right." Again, his thumb rolled over her wedding band. He had a habit of touching it, and she knew from the soft look in his eyes that the mere sight of it pleased him. "You'll always be my wife, above all else."
It was some time later, after they had fallen into bed together, and Elain was draped naked over his chest, when Lucien brought it up again.
"When you were talking about fate earlier—what were you thinking on, if not our mating bond?"
Elain gave a lazy shrug, already suspended halfway between the realm of waking and sleeping. The slow drag of his long fingers through her hair was not helping matters.
"I was thinking of the forest," she said, nuzzling her face deeper into his neck. The smell of him was stronger there, cedarwood and nectar. "And how bringing us here was, in its own way, a gift."
"A gift…" He hummed in thought, and she felt the vibrations in all the places their skin was flush. "Every gift has its strings, I suppose. But I'd pay any price if it meant meeting you."
"Would you want to leave?" She asked on a yawn. "If It was possible?"
"That would depend."
"On what?"
"Whether you would come with me. Wherever you go, I will follow. Always."
-
Elain didn't intend to mull over what was, really, a hypothetical question.
If she could leave the forest, would she want to?
It was not helpful to dread on things she could not change. The forest meant safety. And memories. And love. But when Helion's last visit brought unexpected news from Autumn, she couldn't help but ruminate.
Beron Vanserra was dead.
Lucien's eldest brother, Eris, would inherit the title of High Lord, and Lucien was certain Eris had no interest in searching for his father's long lost "treasure" or exiled son.
There was no reason to hide anymore. But there was still a reason to stay.
Elain had loved their time in the cottage. Days were slow, but never unfulfilled. She spent her mornings gardening beside Lucien's mother and her evenings curled up in her husband's arms. But Elain still missed her sisters. And Lucien's mother missed Helion on the days he had to leave—for he always had to leave, as heir to a court of his own.
With Beron dead, the only thing tethering them to the cottage were the memories they didn't want to lose.
Over the years, they had trialed various methods of overcoming the curse, but each was met with disappointing results. If Helion tried bottling the pool to carry with him on his journey, its contents evaporated into mist before he could step out of lantern's light. Ingesting it proved ineffective, as did soaking items in its water to wear on his person.
They'd been forced to accept that leaving the cottage would mean leaving behind all the lovely memories they had made within its walls. But that did not mean Elain stopped wondering what sort of life could be waiting for them out there.
"If we have children here, they'll want to leave one day." This was becoming a never-ending conversation, these what ifs and buts and maybes, perpetually talking themselves in and out of going. Elain knew Lucien was only absently listening, and she was really just musing out loud. "They'll have to if they want to meet someone. And if they're anything like I was, they'll sneak into the forest the moment they have the opportunity, heedless of any warnings we give them. What if we lose our child in the forest?"
"You want to have children?" Lucien asked, lowering the basket he'd been weaving from thin strips of boiled oak.
Elain cast him a chiding look. "Is that all you heard?"
His pupils had gone a bit wide. "As in, now?"
"Are you even listening?" She picked up an errant twig and chucked it at his head, which he caught with infuriating ease. "I'm saying that I don't think we should if we're going to stay here."
He swallowed. "So you're saying—you want to have children, now? Just not here?"
"You're impossible." With a huff, Elain dusted off her skirt and rose to her feet. "I'm going to go find your mother. She won't go baby crazy on me."
Lucien snorted. "You don't think she'd seize any and all chances for grandchildren? If you're not careful, she'll shove us in a room together and lock the door."
"Well…" Elain bit her lip. "That doesn't sound so bad."
Now the basket was being tossed aside altogether. Lucien had a dark look in his eyes, one that always made her feel a bit like wax venturing too close to a flame. Her knees were already losing function, her insides turning lose and molten. If she didn't escape now, she'd become a puddle that he would peel off the floor and toss onto the nearest bed.
Which again… didn't sound like the worst thing.
"Get into our bedroom, Elain."
"W-why?"
His predatory stare took a turn for something smug. "Because the last time I fucked you in the garden, you were mortified that my mother—"
Elain squeaked and darted forward to cover his mouth. "You promised not to bring that up again!"
The grin peaking beneath her fingers was utterly shameless.
"Then go lay on our bed like a good girl, and I'll give you exactly what you've asked for."
Oh, goddess. Elain suddenly doubted her legs would be able to take her that far. They were trying to pull her towards the earth, practically saying, Why not just let him take you right here? And if it weren't for the fact that her mother-in-law need only glance out the kitchen window to see what they were doing, Elain might have let him.
But before she could force her legs to obey, she heard an exclamation from inside the cottage. It was one of joy, and was accompanied by the rumble of a dark voice that announced Helion had returned from his most recent venture to the Day Court. He would not remember why a red-haired woman was flinging herself into his arms and peppering his face with kisses, but he never seemed terribly inconvenienced by it, either.
"Looks like making children might have to wait," she said coyly.
Lucien's stare was blistering. "Only until I get you alone."
-
Helion's visit brought with it the typical updates from the outside world. How Autumn Court was faring since Eris took the throne, an upcoming wedding in the Spring Court, the latest fashion trends in Day (which he'd brought as gifts).
When it was time to go, he asked the same question he always did.
"Are you sure you can't come with me?" He was looking at Lucien's mother, but the question was addressed to all of them. "If I write myself a note, you know I'll honor it. My heart always recognizes you before my mind does, anyway."
This was where Lucien's mother usually looked to Lucien and Elain. At some point, it had become clear that she was ready to leave, but she would not do so if it meant leaving her son behind. Never again.
But she did not look at Lucien and Elain this time. Nor was she looking at Helion. Instead, her gaze was transfixed on the lantern.
"We've never tried moving it," she whispered, her head tilted as though she were listening to something.
Elain listened, too.
Try it, said the wind, rustling through the trees. We have kept you long enough.
Helion unhooked the lantern, his expression intrigued. "Shall I take it with me as another test?"
The forest, like many of the Mother's creatures, was covetous in nature. Lonely, too. She understood why it had woven its roots so irrevocably through the tapestry of her story. Always pulling and tugging with the intention of keeping her at its heart.
She did not understand why it would be letting her go so easily.
Why now?
At first, silence.
Then, Elain heard the harsh crunch of leaves under racing footsteps. It was distant—a sound that had not yet occurred in the physical world. A future yet to pass.
Another comes to replace you.
"Wait." Lucien held a hand out to stop Helion. "If you take the lantern, will that cause us to forget once we're outside its light?"
"You could wait by the pool," Helion suggested. "I'll write a note to return once—"
"It's not necessary," Elain interrupted. Lucien's mother nodded her head to agree. "Moving the lantern will work."
Helion looked nervous. "Should you write yourselves a letter just in case?"
"It will work," Elain repeated confidently. "But there's still a letter I would like to write. And some things I'd like to pack before we go."
She turned to her husband, delighted to see a smile—a genuine smile—spread across his face.
"We're truly free?" He asked. "We can go anywhere we wish, and still remember who we are to each other?"
There was a bright, bubbly feeling threatening to burst from her chest. It was lessened only by her guilt in knowing someone else would be falling into the trap they were escaping.
"Yes," she answered, matching his smile with a tentative one of her own. "We're truly free."
"Then, where would you like to go?"
He asked it with a tone of such ready acceptance, as if she could truly name anywhere in the world and he would happily oblige. It was easy to answer, given how often she had thought about what she would do if she could leave.
"Let's go with your parents to the Day Court to start. But I'd also like to find my sisters."
Lucien nodded. "I'll go anywhere you wish, Elain. So long as I'm by your side."
"Then it's a good thing you married me," Elain said. "Because I intend to be by your side for the rest of our lives."
Bonus Epilogue:
Dear reader,
My name is Elain Archeron. I previously lived in this cottage.
If you are reading this, then you must be afflicted by the same memory curse that plagued my family for the many years we lived here.
There is a cure.
If you go to the pool at the back of the garden and stare at your reflection, you will find your memory returned.
Now that we have taken the lantern, I do not know what life might be like for you at this cottage. You may very well lose your memory the moment you look away from the pool.
If that's the case, then please come find me in the Day Court. I will help you restore your memory.
Until then, keep this note upon your person.
It will help you remember your goal of finding me.
Best of luck,
Elain Archeron
Feyre frowned as she read the note. She knew from the creases in the pages and the notes she had scribbled in the margin that this was not her first time reading it. But she could not recall any of the previous times.
She could not recall anything at all.
But the name… Elain Archeron. Why was it so familiar?
Probably because you've read this note a hundred times and don't remember it, she told herself, lowering the page with a frown.
She would need to find this Elain Archeron. But first, perhaps she should try looking in the pool Elain mentioned.
"There you are, Feyre Darling."
Feyre looked up to find the most beautiful male she had ever seen, standing in the doorway of the cottage.
“But if they’re blessed, they’ll find their mate—their equal, their match in every way. High Fae wed without the mating bond, but if you find your mate, the bond is so deep that marriage is … insignificant in comparison.”
Day Four - Arranged Marriage for @elucienweekofficial
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i made a post like this before but I can't find it now. so. I'll just redo it.
What's the first "big news story" you remember from when you were a kid?
It's something I love to ask mixed-aged groups sometimes because I think it's really interesting to see the responses. I've gotten answers from the Olympics of [whatever year] to Watergate to more recent stuff from my niblings.
My first news thing I remember is the OJ Simpson trial. I vaguely remember watching the news with my grandparents before that, but that's the first story I remember, in part because my second grade teacher had us go play so she could watch the verdict 😂
I wanted to thank everyone who took the time to interact with my posts this past week and celebrate Elucien with us in whatever form they could.
Thesleepyfox encompassed everything I am hoping for in an Elucien book: a reformed rake trope bordering on historical romance with fantastical elements.
I can’t wait to see what creativity sparks in us next year!
Gooood morning to everyone except whoever is opening this door.
@elucienweekofficial Day 2: Feral
Repost with credit. Don't use my art for anti shit. Elain consented to be in this art - she's my very good, personal friend and I asked her permission.
I wanted to thank everyone who took the time to interact with my posts this past week and celebrate Elucien with us in whatever form they could.
Thesleepyfox encompassed everything I am hoping for in an Elucien book: a reformed rake trope bordering on historical romance with fantastical elements.
I can’t wait to see what creativity sparks in us next year!
