HI I'M LATE BUT I MADE A THING for @elucienweekofficial
Supposed to be for day 3 : peak yearning
I know the scar is on the wrong side, the image was initially reversed, but it works better this waaayyyy sooo let's pretend everything is normal 😬
I can’t wait for my favorite sunshine babes to get their happy ending in these upcoming books!!
I NEED them to be happy and thriving 💛
@arishatistic thank you so much for this absolutely radiant artwork of Elain and Lucien! You drew them so perfectly, and I love all the details! Elain’s flower crown and Lucien’s freckles are perfection 💛
They look so stunning together 🤌🏻
@arishatistic thank you for all your kindness during this commission! It’s been a pleasure to work with you! You did an amazing job as always 💛
Whenever there's a sunlight related prompt to Elain, Lucien, or Elucien, I'll be there! I love all the imagery associated with these two and sunlight - particularly Elain. In her earliest days of being fae, when she was lost in her grief and visions, it was sunlight she craved. I wanted to (attempt to) capture the peace and healing I think sunlight and nature will bring to these two. This was a lot more detailed than I normally do and I'm not really satisfied with it, but sometimes a posted "close enough" is better than a not posted "almost perfect."
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Summary: Elain has tried for years to outrun the insatiable desires of the mating bond. When emotions reach a humiliating, fever pitch, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She doesn't want to be careful anymore.
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A/N: It's been a hot minute since I wrote an Elucien fic (over 7 months to be exact), so please enjoy this very smutty, comedic take on the Feral prompt.
I just want to thank the wonderful people that have allowed this week to be possible! It is so fun sharing with you all this fic as well as seeing the wonderful contributions this community has made!
Once again, thank you for reading!! Please comment below as I loved hearing all of your thoughts!
The self made, independent, Elain Archeron is happy with her life.
She has a newly acquired house, a stable job, and a boyfriend. She is happy in her “living alone era”. At least that is what she tells herself as she holds tight to the strange warmth that greets her whenever she feels most alone… which is most nights.
The last thing she expects is a ghost with hair like a living flame and alluring russet eyes trapped within its walls. So, what is she to do when he appears, as cunning as a fox, to upturn her life?
Thank you @zenkindoflove , @gooseyjossip , and @chaol-apologist for all your help on this fic! You are all so wonderful :)
@elucienweekofficial | Day 2: Feral | Snippet Teaser
Note: Unfortunately, I did not finish in this time, so I am simply sharing a little teaser of something I started. Read below for the first ~600 words.
TW: Explicit Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Bondage
Summary: The magic of the Spring Court has long been neglected. After two years without Calanmai, the land had decided to stop asking.
Lucien and Elain discover the magic and land of the Spring Court has become spitefully hostile. Unfortunately for the reluctant mates, they will be forced to pay the price…and give the magic exactly what it wants.
Sex. A lot of sex.
(Snippet)
The female should have been thankful, not screaming.
For what it was owed, Spring didn’t have to be this considerate. Vines held her limbs tight by her delicate, weak wrists and ankles firmly against the dirt ground in the cave she had been dragged inside; far, so very far, Spring had traveled, burrowed deep inside the ground until it had found her in the farthest, darkest corner of Prythian. When she didn’t stop her howling, a new vine sprouted and shoved itself inside her mouth until there was only a satisfying muffled sound.
Spring was often misunderstood. Spring was often remembered for its lightness—dew drops, warm breezes, blossoming petals, the buzzing and the lilting harmony of songbirds. Spring was the court of rebirth. Which brought forth many wonderful things, yet they forget. They always forget.
With magic, everything has a price.
For too long, Spring has been starving. Deprived of its tithe, of what it was owed by its denizens. Every Calanmai, Spring would be renewed and fed by the offering of carnal sacrifices. The bodies of magic needed to perform, to give up its autonomy to the insurmountable appetites of which the ancient land requires. Spring requires fornication, spring requires mating for new life, spring requires desire for the strength to fill the land. Calanmai was the only opportunity the magic could enter a form and claim everything it needed.
Never. Never had a Calanmai been missed. Never had they failed to feed its land.
Two years in a row was far too many failures.
And again, the insufferable female was fighting the magic. Tears rolled down her brown eyes. She did not see the honor in her selection? Ungrateful creature. She had been selected for a reason. It had been centuries since Spring had feasted upon the powers of a seer. Nevertheless, a Cauldron-blessed seer mated to an equally powerful heir. Their unclaimed bond was a ripened peach. A rare delicacy made for the like of gods. Fresh, plump, waiting for razor teeth to sink into the flesh with an agonizing intoxication, a perfect meal for feast. The magic would dine on their tether until it was nothing but a depleted, thoroughly overspent pit. After their countless failures, Spring deserved the very best. Although she failed to realize the monumental glory and distinction she would bring to the land, Spring still possessed the ability to offer grace. This would show her as they wait. This would allow her to see.
From the cave’s darkness, a pair of vines appear. They slide up her shaking legs, flicking aside the skirt of her dress as they continue upward, the other tendril focusing its attention to her chest. With a loud rip, it effortlessly tears apart the front of her useless dress, freeing her breasts. She screams again despite the thick vine smothering her mouth. Ssh, shh, the vines try to tell her, circling around her breasts again and again and again; a stray vine eagerly glides over her nipple. When she gasps, it is considered progress. The vines rubbed against both of her pert nipples, squeezing her small breasts harder.
Instead of giving in, she fights the restraints. Pulling her futile limbs from the vines, it does nothing except bruise her.
Sigh.
Spring will do what is necessary and what the Seer wants matters not. Little flowers sprouted from the cave floor, their pink buds opening to release a fragrant scent. It smelled of huckleberry flowers and jasmine and lavender. Soon, her muscles would relax whether she meant for them to, and the desire would be ignited in the bud inside her sweet cunt.
She won’t be able to move very much now. Much better. Much, much better.
Her other half should be here any moment.
There was a vine carrying him from the heart of the Spring Manor. If the way he violently thrashed and fought with flames and curses was an indication of what his mating habits with his mate would be like, this was going to be a most delicious and deserving harvest.
Huge shout out to @gooseyjossip who helped me figure out how to end this one! I love you!
Title: The Beast You've Made of Me
Rating: M
Words: 2,372
Synopsis: Something in Elain snaps after discovering her mate has been injured.
Preview:
“He was ambushed Az” the worry has drained out of Cassian’s voice and is replaced with simmering annoyance on the verge of spilling into anger. “He could have been killed. Don’t be so cold.”
There is a rippling growl from the other side of the door but Elain couldn’t tell whose it was, nor, quite frankly, did she care. The creature inside of her had set her nerves on fire, her heart racing, and her blood boiling. Mate it chanted in her head your mate is in danger.
She took off down the hallway, her normally silent foot steps surprisingly loud, pounding the floors in time with her frantic heart beats. She lifted the skirts of her soft periwinkle day dress so as to prevent her from catching on them and tripping. From behind her she can vaguely hear the sound of a door opening and her name being called out, but she paid it no heed.The creature had managed to slide from the edge of her being right into the center, had managed to repress the shell she had carefully crafted to keep herself safe, and it only had one concern.
Get to your mate. Your mate is in danger.
Elain may be giving in to her urges, but she’s still on the fence about whether the mating bond is real. Can Lucien push her over the edge?
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Snippet below the cut...
“Elain,” he breathed.
Running her hands down his body, she felt his hard length straining at his pants. She wanted to grab him, taste him, take him inside her...
“Elain,” he said again, his tone more emphatic now.
She looked up at him with dazed, heavy-lidded eyes.
“Not here,” he gave her a shy smile, and stroked a curl away from her face. “As much as I want to – as much as I want this – someone could see us. It’s not private enough…”
He was completely right. What had she been thinking? The garden walls were high, but that didn’t mean much in a court full of winged Illyrians. And the others could be back at any moment. Or – oh gods – did he think this was a ‘mistake’?! Would this be yet another broken friendship to maneuver her way around whenever he visited Velaris? She had her apology ready on her lips, was about to speak, when she felt his mouth next to her ear.
“… not private enough for the things I want to do to you.”
Huge thanks to my betas, @chaol-apologist and @crazy-ache
Elain refused to rush as she knelt, keeping her gaze respectfully on the polished marble floor – partly because she wanted to hide the defiance that burned in her eyes, but also because he was difficult to look at directly. He blinded her.
Lucien was the new High Lord of the Day Court – fresh, untested, and yet to host an orgy. The citizens of Day were deeply curious about the outsider from the Autumn and Spring Courts, a child conceived of sun and fire and the rare love of a mating bond.
Elain had heard the courtiers tittering behind their hands. They said he was insatiable – feral, but also far more private than Helion had been. The Day Fae considered sex to be a communal activity – but not Lucien. He did things differently.
Continue reading on A03
A big thank-you to @fierling for being an amazing beta reader once again.
Guess who didn't finish their fic in time for Elucien week!!!!!!!!!??????
Me.
BUT I HAVE FOMO so I'd like to post this snippet from what I WAS working on for the Feral prompt ;). The scene below came to me in a dream lmao and kinda inspired the whole fic. But I've always loved the idea of exploring Calanmai and ~everything that entails~ in the other courts.
So please enjoy this lil smutty excerpt from my Elucien Day Court Calanmai one shot that was supposed to be done in time under the cut below <3
Thanks to all the awesome volunteers who organize @elucienweekofficial!!!! There has been so much great content already!
Elain attempted to walk towards him, but her legs were shaking so severely she began to stumble, grappling for the column to her left to steady herself. Keeping her eye contact with him, she slowly began to slide down to her knees, knowing that trying to walk in this state was futile. She mustered every emotion she could conjure, every last shred of the bond she could into their eye contact as she attempted to beg him with just that.
Please.
Whatever anchor had been momentarily holding him from crossing the room to her was released, and Lucien pushed off the door frame. In her peripheral vision, Elain could partially make out that everyone in the room had somewhat halted their activities, watching Lucien stride across the room in only a few steps and stop right in front of her. Before she could fully fall to the floor, Lucien circled a strong arm around her waist, crushing her to his chest to keep her upright.
She immediately melted into him, greedily inhaling his scent and running her nose up his bare pectoral like a woman possessed. Her lips grazed over his nipple, and she attempted to return there with her tongue when she suddenly was tipped backward, making space between her face and his chest. Whimpering at the loss of contact, she gazed up to see Lucien’s face staring down at her.
His expression was hard, there was a certain intensity simmering just beneath the surface that he was giving everything he had to control. She should be afraid. She should push him away. But all Elain was able to think as she stared into his eyes was how absurdly, unfairly beautiful he was.
Her gaze fell to his lips, and her legs threatened to give out once again.
“Elain. Look at me.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the sound of his voice. “Elain.”
Fluttering her eyes open halfway, she met his gaze finally. “I need to hear the words.”
She knew his meaning right away. Elain did not want to think about it right now. About the possible repercussions of crossing the line she so desperately wanted, no, needed to cross. For so long, she had been holding herself back, refusing to give in to anything that reminded her of how she was thrust into this new life. For so long, she had simply ignored any interest or desire she had that she deemed a step outside her comfort zone. A step towards becoming someone different than who she once was before the Cauldron. That is what gave her a sense of control, a choice. Then why did she feel more repressed than she ever has?
Slowly, Elain fisted her shaking hands into the front of Lucien’s tunic and yanked herself forward so she was nose to nose with him. “Please. I need you.”
She practically breathed the words out as she shut her eyes again and attempted to lean in and capture his lips. Her attempt was interrupted by the arm around her waist sliding down to beneath her bottom and hoisting her up and over his shoulder. Hanging limply in defeat for a few seconds as they exited the room, the sudden realization of what was about to happen sent an intense jolt of excitement through her body. Her core pulsed, and she attempted to sit up on his shoulder so she could maneuver her body down and wrap herself around the front of his body, needing more contact.
She failed, and her attempt resulted in Lucien’s hand on the back of her thigh sliding up higher and completely underneath her night gown, tightening its hold. Even just the increased pressure on her skin made Elain’s entire body buzz and she felt the sensation in her core intensify to a steady throb, aching for his hand to slide even higher.
“Lucien-” He squeezed her leg again to silence her, his pointer and index finger inching even closer until they hovered just outside her fabric covered sex. Just the mere brush of the tip of his finger sent lightning right through her and Elain moaned loudly this time, wriggling in his hold to desperately try and get his fingers just where she needed them. She knew there was an unmistakable wetness soaking her underwear, there was no doubt Lucien had felt it. She wanted him to feel it.
Elain scrabbled at the muscles of his back, panting heavily and praying they would reach whatever destination they were headed soon because she was just barely hanging on to her sanity. Lucien’s finger tips brushed against her center again, this time one tip slipping just right inside the seam of her underwear and it was enough to break her. Her entire body convulsed, the unmistakable euphoria of her orgasm spreading from head to toe as she sobbed into Lucien’s shoulder. Arousal was now dripping down her thighs, no doubt covering his hand and in a split moment of clarity Elain thought she should be embarrassed. Never before had a brush of a fingertip brought her to orgasm.
I love how so many people think of Calanmai and the absolute ferocity these two will share during that time!!
I have a fic in the works that this image is based off of! I was debating on doing an image or a fic, so I decided one could be for feral day and the other for 'revival' day!
I absolutely love the idea of Elan and Lucien losing all inhibitions and giving into their most base and primal need for each other, without the thought of propriety!
