Today we'd like to highlight @labellefleur-sauvage! We were so delighted when she came up on the wheel of fate, because @labellefleur-sauvage writes, consistently, some of the most interesting fan fictions in the community. She has no shortage of creativity, which makes picking three of her works incredibly tricky- all of them are so interesting, so fun, and SO well-written!
@labellefleur-sauvage captures the essence of Elain and Lucien, regardless of the setting. They might be in the mortal lands meeting for the first time, or an ancient mummy and a modern archeologist- no matter the time or place, they are ALWAYS recognizably Elain and Lucien.
Check out some of our favorites from her below, or check out her masterlist HERE:
Tempests And Urges:
Slowly, Lucien turned his head and his gaze found hers. Everything quieted. The houseâs inhabitants were gathered around Lucien, talking about what he could expect, but Elain focused only on the male in front of her. She tried to convey her apology and sorrow and want with her eyes, frozen with indecision and unable to say what she wanted.
Lucien stared back at her, and while she could so clearly see his own sadness and longing reflected in his brilliant russet eye, he gave her a small, slow bow and turned away. Elainâs stomach dropped. He was going to leave her, and Elain would be stuck in this house like a neglected piece of furniture, without the one being who had a hope of truly understanding and listening to her. She took a half step down the stairs at the same time Lucien turned to Rhys and nodded his headâŠ
âWait!â
...
"Take me with you."
OR: A divergent ACOTAR fic, in which Elain goes with Lucien to find Vassa during ACOWAR.
The Highland Fox and English Rose:
Elain Archeron, the middle daughter of an enterprising English merchant, has been raised with one goal in mind: become the wife of a respectable Englishman. Everything elseâher interests, her desiresâdidnât matter. But when her father convinces her to enter into an arranged marriage with a brutal Scottish Laird to save their family from ruin, Elain is suddenly forced to reevaluate everything she thought she wanted in life.
As the newly appointed Laird of a derelict clan with a crumbling castle, marriage was the last thing on Lucienâs mind. His entire life is thrown into disarray when he is forced into a marriage contract he didnât sign, to an Englishwoman heâd never met.
But Lucien harbors a dark, ruinous secret that affects more than just himself, and he is determined to resolve the issue at hand. Together, the Highland Fox and the English Rose will go on a journey that will force Elain and Lucien togetherâor drive them apart.
Or: an entirely indulgent Elucien Scottish Historical AU
The Curse of Sleepy Hollow:
In the quiet village of Sleepy Hollow in the human lands south of the Wall, thereâs a local legend: that every All Hallowâs Eve, the ghostly form of a headless fae on a horse from the lands north of the Wall haunts the town for an evening, looking for his missing head and a human woman to take as his bride.
Too bad for Elain Archeron, the headless fae has found his head; now heâs looking for a bride, and heâs set his eyes on her.
Welcome back to Elucien Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their free time and creative energy to share their work with us!
Today we'd like to highlight @wilde-knight! If you've never met or spoken with @wilde-knight, you're missing out on talking to one of the sweetest, brightest lights in the elucien fandom. Unfailingly supportive, exceptionally kind, and with a wicked sense of humor to boot, @wilde-knight consistently keeps the elucien space fun, friendly, and welcoming.
@wilde-knight is, like so many others we've highlighted, also incredibly talented. Her words read like poetry, breathing life into characters so they feel more like friends you've known your entire life than letters on a page. Her fics are like coming home, her worlds familiar even when they're wholly unlike our own.
Check out some of our favorites from her below, or check out her masterlist HERE:
Burnished Gold:
Should I call you that, then?â She quirked her head.
His noble brows curved in confusion.Â
âErrâcall me what?â he replied, still trying to find his way over the path of their stumbling first encounter.
âWell, farmboy, of course,â she replied with the sly hint of a smile heâd treasure until his dying day.
âAs you wish,â was his only reply.
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An Elucien Fairy tale inspired by A Princess Bride
In Your Glow:
Listless and uninspired, Elain moves to a small town looking for a new beginning. While still trying to shake off a dark cloud of loneliness, she catches glimpses of a beautiful stranger. Chalking him up to an apparition she created to ease the weight of her own mind, Elain takes her first steps at re-engaging herself with the world by signing up for a tour foraging in a nearby forest, and who is the guide but her own handsome stranger.
TL;DR Elucien make out in the woods.
sweet nothing:
When Elain loses her career-driven job and her presumed boyfriend in one devastating moment, her fall from grace is anything but graceful. In a desperate move to pick her floundering life up off the floor, she agrees to take a temp job working at a family-run farm over maple season. Can she make the wayward brother melt with the winter snow? Or will she remain frozen in defeat forever?
I wanted to find a cute lil quote to go with these, but instead just know that this was inspired by reading all of Separatist_Apologist 's Elucien fanfics. (specifically The Last of the Real Ones, I have so many highlights in my books app) It wasn't the ship I was looking for but I am obsessed now.
The wip I posted yesterday got so much love, but the one thing that I loved seeing tagged was "pythian's ass" so thank u for loving Lucien's peach as much as I do. It's canon now, sorry sjm.
I couldn't decide if I liked it better as just a sketch or with coloring so you get both. đ
Welcome back to Elucien Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their free time and creative energy to share their work with us!
Today we'd like to highlight @octobers-veryown. Often creators making things outside of fanart and fanfiction get overlooked and we want to ensure everyone contributing to the wonderful environment of our elucien community are celebrated!
You've likely seen the moodboards @octobers-veryown has created floating around. With gorgeous colors and cohesive themes, their moodboards evoke whatever feeling she wants the viewer to experience and enriches our time here on tumblr.
Check out some of our favorites (which also include some very fun playlists!):
Elain and Lucien's Journey Through Prythian's Courts
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âHe could not be mistaken. There were no other eyes like those in the world. There was only one creature in the world who could concentrate for him all the brightness and meaning of life. It was she.â
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
In collaboration with @crazy-ache, we commissioned @dangerouslovesong to create this beautiful Elucien piece.
The vision: we have become a little obsessed with 1970-80s romance clinch covers. Not only are the poses romantic and sensual, but the artistry is exquisite. When @dangerouslovesong started her hand at Elucien fanart a few months back, she told me she was inspired by those covers and wanted to try tackling this challenging style. So, a few weeks ago, we all put our heads together to come up with a design and she executed this really magnificent piece!
She even did a worn book cover version!
We thought what with the book announcement looming and fandom getting tense, having a little dreamy version of our own Elucien book would be fun. I personally think she captured the romanticism of the art style perfectly.
Some close ups for you all to appreciate some of the details.
Welcome back to Nessian Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!
Today we want to highlight @asnowfern
If you've never spoken to asnowfern, you're missing out. Besides being one of the nicest people in the fandom, her talent is immense. Blending history, mythology, and the characters we've all become so fond of, asnowfern is a master when it comes to telling an compelling, gorgeous story.
If you're looking for some nessian recommendations, try out these:
We're Not Strangers: Cassian's muscles twitched as every fibre of his being screamed at him to go after her. He didn't know her, not in this lifetime, not yet. OR another take on the reincarnation/soulmate trope.
Crimson Blade: When Paris-based Feyre stops contacting their London home, Nesta engages private detective Cassian to investigate. The truth turns out to be much bloodier than she ever expected. OR a vampire Cassian and human Nesta Victorian love story
The Writings On The Wall: âSo why havenât you killed me?â she demanded, continuing when he raised a questioning brow, âYouâre a hunter. Isnât that what you do?â âI hunt malicious demons.â he answered easily as the infuriating smile returned. âYou donât seem very malicious to me.â She's a demon, he's a hunter. Their fates intertwined after a chance encounter. Can Nesta and Cassian overcome all odds to be together?
You can find more- including Emorie- on @asnowferns AO3
Chapter III of my gift for @stickyelectrons! I'm so very sorry for the delay (it was a surprisingly busy winter for me!) but I hope you enjoy!
Read on AO3
Fic summary and current chapters here
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III.
Lucien had never been to the Continent. Growing up, his tutors had dutifully lectured him about the intricate and longâand dreadfully boringâhistories of the Faerie kingdoms across the sea, and how foreign their lands were from those in Prythian. Lucien remembered absolutely none of it. He was the youngest son of a High Lord, with no hope of ever needing to retain this informationâwhy did he need to know of the economic policies of Rask, or whether Vallahan was experiencing a lower crop haul than average? No, he would be much better off learning all there was to know about the six other Courts that comprised his home land, to make allies and friends with the fae who might actually benefit him later on.
He mentally cursed himself for the hundredth time just that morning and tried to remember as much information from his studies of this strange Fae land as possible. Any information would be a boon at this point. All he and Elain has tried to do was enter the great walled city of Montesereâs capital early in the morning, and been immediately stopped by the cityâs guards.
âGood morning,â Elain had murmured demurely to the faes holding swords longer than her torso.
The sharp clang of the guardâs metal armor straightening met their greeting. âWhat business do two Prythians have in Montesere?â a guard asked in a guttural accent. Her dark sharp eyes were narrowed with distrust, her frowning lips framed with deep grooves of disgust.
Elain stared wide eyed. âApologies,â Lucien quickly replied. âWeâre here to visit the sights of Montesere.â
âYet you come from the east, from the mountains. Very little to look at over there.â
Damn this perceptive female. Lucien put on his most charming smile. âWe went hiking in the mountains. We both love nature and walking, and wanted to experience the grandeur of Montesereâs famed peaks.â
The guard cast a disbelieving look over Elain, over her physique that suggested sheâd never walked that much in her life. âAnd both of you went on a days long hiking trip?â
Alright, if niceties wouldnât work⊠âWell, I suppose I got to view more than Montesereâs natural beauty, you understand,â Lucien said conspiratorially to the guard, lowering his voice and grinning slightly. Behind him, Elain gasped in outrage.
Miraculously, the guard chuckled. âYes, a very lucky male you are.â She stepped aside. âTideâs blessings. Enjoy the city.â
âHow dare you!â Elain exclaimed as soon as they were far enough past the cityâs walls. âImplying that weâthat Iâ!â
âWhat would you have me do, Elain?â Lucien asked, annoyed. âFrom the moment you said âgood morningâ and not âtideâs blessingsâ or whatever they say here, they marked us as outsiders. There arenât too many innocent visitors from Prythian at the moment, and I had to make us appear as non-threatening as possible. It wouldnât surprise me if thereâs someone following our every move even now.â He unclenched his jaw. They needed to keep a low profile, and theyâd already spectacularly failed.
Elain looked around wildly, like she might spot some cloaked figure skulking menacingly in the shadows. âSurely they have enough visitors here that we wouldnât raise any alarm.â
âAny normal visitors to Montesere would arrive by ship. We clearly arenât merchants or farmers, so our method of entry was already a bit unusual.â
âWell,â Elain asked slowly, âwhat else do I need to know about Montesere?â
A great question. Lucien spent the next several hours wracking his brain to recall anything about the local customs of this far off fae kingdom. They made their way slowly around the bustling commercial districts in the city, generally making their way towards the docks. He remembered hearing from Eris, during some stuffy meeting in his youth, that Monteserens haggled and bartered for everything, which only came to mind when Elain had purchased a small pastry for breakfast and handed over the five coins without complaint. The bakerâs eyes had bulged with disbelief, then he yelled something in a foreign language to someone at another stall, who openly laughed at him and Elain.
It was no use. Lucien decided that watching people would be easier than trying to recall something Armand, his oldest tutor, had tried teaching him over 300 years ago. Montesere, being surrounded by the sea on two sides, owed much of their livelihood and wealth to the ocean, and thus, paid respectable homage to their bountiful yet cruel god everywhere. Small bowls of seawater were placed inside the entrance of every building they ventured into, for people to dip their fingers in and continuously receive the seaâs blessings, he assumed, observing a gaggle of females perform the practice when he and Elain entered a tailorâs shop. Elain was about to begin wondering the store when Lucien surreptitiously guided her back to the bowl to perform the ritual.Â
She adapted easily though, gracefully dabbing the salty water on her wrists then floated amongst the racks, selecting a modest wool cloak and haggling the price down ten silvers with a satisfied smile. There was no future for Elain as a spyâshe was far too kind and free with her emotions for that line of workâbut as an emissary, charming potential allies and adapting to new situationsâŠLucien could see a glimmer of potential.
âItâs been almost an entire hour since someone openly laughed at us or mocked us,â Elain remarked drolly as they exited the shop and took a random turn down another busy street, stuffing her new cloak in her bag. âA rousing success.â
Lucien gave a half grin. âAt this rate, weâll be proper Monteserens in no time.â
Elain looked around. âBesides booking passage on a ship, what else do we need to do?â
âFind accommodation for the night, but there should be enough guest houses around town that it shouldnât be an issue.â
Her eyes gleamed and she sent him a sideways grin. âSince we most likely wonât be back to Montesere for some time after this, want to explore and see if we can avoid being the laughingstock of the city?â
If Lucien felt like a fish out of waterâdamn these seafaring Fae for making him think in punsâthen at least Elain had grown a pair of gills and was flourishing. Ever since she told him off after entering the city, her eyes were wide and her mouth open in near permanent wonder and awe. Lucien couldnât blame her. The city was built onto the hills and cliffs overlooking the impressive sea and docks, with the wealthiest inhabitants living so far up the hill as to be in the clouds.Â
Most fae in Montesere were wealthy, and the city shoved its opulence in its visitorâs faces. The roads were paved with hand-painted bricks of various shades of blue, so that the streets themselves resembled flowing rivers and streams that led to intricate marble fountains in different central squares. One of these squares, adorned with an enchanted marble statue of a dolphin that moved and bobbed around its pedestal on its own, held a host of fine jewelry artisans. Elain watched one Lesser fae, her gray fingers nimble and quick as she worked the fragilest of materialsâopals, obsidian, sea shellsâinto necklaces and dangling earrings. Elainâs fingers grazed a small pearl ring, longing clear on her face, before she turned around to watch the dancing dolphin.Â
Lucien picked up the ring. It wasnât the largest pearl ring, and even had a few imperfections: it was dull, and oddly shaped. Its price tag was more modest as a result, and he certainly had enough savings stashed away in Prythian to purchase it, should he wish to.
He set the ring down. No use thinking about buying an extravagant gift for a female who said she wanted nothing to do with him after their journey, as much as his inner beast begged him to throw away all the coin Rhys had given them away on a trinket that would likely be lost should he purchase it.
They continued exploring the city and what it had to offer. The architecture was unlike anything heâd ever seen in Prythian. Buildings of all shapes and sizes made out of a sand colored stone with red tiled roofs surrounded them as they walked the cityâs narrow and windy blue streets, with perfectly manicured trees and hedges lining the boulevards. High Fae in fashionable and daring outfits strolled by. A few wore ensembles that wouldnât be out of place in Summer or Dawn, but most wore so little clothing that even Helion would be shocked. Females in scraps of nets and gauze leisurely walked the streets with equally immodest and barely clothed partners, their hair in extravagant updos and paper-thin parasols resting on their shoulders.
âStop staring!â Elain hissed as Lucienâs eye darted to and away from the swaying hips of a curvaceous High Fae woman covered in a blue chiffon dress that was nearly see-through and resembled the oceanâs waves, her heeled boots clacking against the brick.
âLike you werenât ogling that shirtless male that just walked by.â
âI wasnât ogling,â Elain retorted. âI was merelyâŠobserving the vastly different fashions of the Continent.â
Lucien shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âItâs alright to look. Although,â he lowered his voice and leaned into her, noting that she imperceptibly leaned towards him, âI think that blue dress would look so lovely on you.â Her mouth formed a little âO,â and Lucien walked down the street with a smile on his face.
The smell of the sea was vibrant here, but especially so the nearer they got to the docks. Lucien had little sea experience, as Autumn only had a few rocky and briny shores along its eastern coast, and he had never been to a dockyard, much less the largest in a seafaring nation. The smell of salt and fish was strong, nearly overwhelming, but tempered with enough richness and freshness that prevented him from burying his head in the crook of his arm.Â
Faes of all kindâHigh and Lesserârushed around the crowded docks, shouting orders, carrying cargo, and preparing their huge ships for sail. It was hot and congested. Someone knocked into Lucien as they rushed by and a throng of workers swarmed around him. By the time he fought his way out of the crowd, Elain was nowhere to be seen.
âShit.â Lucien looked around wildly. Theyâd only been in the city for half a day and heâd already lost the only fae he had to keep track of. He jogged along the docks, looking for that familiar head of brown hair. How had he lost her?Â
There was no trace of Elain; even her scent had vanished under the fresh smells heâd just been admiring. His heart quickened furiously as he shoved anyone in his way. Lucien had not just lost his partner on this mission, but the female who could ruin him with a few words, hisâ
The beating in his chest was even stronger and louder now. Not with worry, he realized after a second, but with something deeper, something heâd only felt once before: the mating bond. His chest thrummed with recognition as Elain tugged on their bond, whether she realized it or not, drawing him to her. Desperate, Lucien followed the bond to its other half.
Lucien found Elain at the far end of the dock, partially obstructed behind stacks of crates, staring up at the largest male he had ever seen. Lucien wasnât necessarily a small male, but there were plenty of males that were taller or wider than him; the Night Courtâs general, for example, or even his oldest brother Eris. Both either taller or more muscular than himself, but Lucien hadnât lied to Elainâhe was a trained warrior, and knew a faeâs strength was more than just oneâs muscles. He was lean but muscular, fast, and his fire magic was deadly.
Still, Lucien wouldnât have said no to a few more inches or an additional twenty or thirty pounds on his frame, just for some extra assurances in this instant. The male towering over Elain was at least 7 feet tall, with more tattoos covering his pale, scarred skin than was on the three overgrown bats of the Night Court. One of his biceps was wider than both of Lucienâs put together, with a thick, barrel chest and thighs thicker than a tree trunks.
Despite the fierceness lining her face, Lucien could feel Elainâs fear through the bond. The male crowded further against Elain and leered down at her. âAnd whatâs a pretty lady like you doing here, all by yourself on the docks?â
âLet me pass, please.â
âOh, a foreigner.â Lucien could hear the sick delight in the maleâs voice. âHas anyone showed you how we welcome visitors to our lovely city?â The male reached a hand out, and Lucien struggled to quietly sneak past the crates blocking him from Elain.
Elain sneered. âI didnât come here to look at your ugly face.â
Lucien couldnât help his small smile at Elainâs sass, even as his heart sank and he struggled to get to her. The maleâs broad shoulderâs tightened. âYou wenchââ
She gave the male a condescending look from head to toe. âHow does any ship you board manage to stay afloat? Do they just throw you overboard to serve as an anchor?â
âYou fucking bitch, Iâll make you regret that.â
Summoning his fire magic in his hands, Lucien lept up behind the male and wrapped one burning hand around the maleâs mouth and another around his throat, his legs firmly wrapped around his opponentâs midsection. He held on tight, tighter than heâd ever grasped anything before, his rage at someone threatening and insulting his mate fueling his desire to hurt and maim and kill.Â
Lucien smelled burning flesh, the scent so acrid that not even the calming smells of the sea could mask the terrible odor emanating from the maleâs body. The fae struggled against Lucien, tried to break the death grip that was threating to suffocate him, but found no amount of muscles and raw strength could compete with a male who needed to protect his mate.
âApologize,â Lucien demanded, ripping the hand over the maleâs mouth away. Lucien didnât need to look at his hand to know that the warm liquid staining his fingers was blood.
âS-sorry!â the male gasped. Good enough. Lucien slapped his spread hand over the entirety of the maleâs face again, his flames melting the maleâs fresh and sinew away from his skull. The faeâs defeated groan was one of the most delightful things Lucien had ever heard.
The maleâs body trembled underneath him. He needed to finish him before his legs gave out. Lucien leaned into the maleâs head, so close his lips grazed the maleâs pale, pointed ear. âGet the fuck away from my mate,â he growled, low enough that Elain couldnât hear, then lept off the male and pushed his swaying body off the docks into the sea.
It took a few moments for Lucien to calm down enough to remember himself. The
sounds of the busy dock gradually drifted to his ears as he took one calming breath after another. He couldnât recall the last time heâd lost control and his inner beast took charge like that. A frisson of emotion split through his chest, and Lucien looked to Elain.
âElain,â Lucien said softly, her fear making him sick. Her eyes were wide and glassy, her body stiff as she stood watching him. Fear, and another, barely perceptible smell, emanated from her slight forn. He held up his hands before remembering the blood staining his flesh. Reaching over the docks to swipe his hands into the sea, he held up his clean hands and slowly approached her.Â
âAre you alright?â
Elain barked a short, high pitched laugh. âAm I alright? I just watched you melt the skin off a maleâs face with your bare hands! Of course Iâm not alright!â She glanced into the sea. âDid you kill him?â
âI donât care,â Lucien answered truthfully without thinking, but grimaced when Elain flinched. âIâm sorry you had to see that, Elain, but what that male was saying to youâŠwhat he was going to do to you, I couldnât stand by and do nothing.â
âBut did you have to be so, soâŠviolent? It was ghastly, barbaricââ
âIt was Fae, Elain.â Lucien took another tentative step towards the female. âThat violence is within each and every fae, always lurking just under our skin, looking for any excuse to break free and punish those who threaten those we care about.â
âYouâre wrong,â Elain whispered, looking devastated. âIâm nothing like that, like you. Iâm not Fae.â
Her horror roiled his stomach, but better for her to face the truth now. âThatâs where I think youâre wrong, Elain.â Slowly, he reached a hand out, blood still under his fingernails, and entwined his large hand with her small, clean, perfect one. She tried to pull her hand from his but he held on. âWhether you accept it or not, youâre no longer human. Youâre as much Fae as I am, and you have your own inner beast waiting to escape. Cauldron, were you even aware of the things you were saying to that male, how you were taunting him?â He studied her hand and the long, slightly pointed nails on each finger. If she so desired it, she could easily rip someoneâs throat out now. âWould you have said those things as a human? Youâre fae now and your beast is raring for a fight. "
Elain was quiet, her lower lip trembling. âI donât want to destroy the world or be violent.â
âThen let me be your protector, Elain.â He moved their twined hands together and lowered his voice. âA higher being connected us for some reasonâtake advantage of it to do want you want within reason, find yourself, with the knowledge that your mate will be nearby to keep you safe.â He darted a quick look up to Elainâs face at her small intake of breath. âWhich is, I suspect, at least part of the reason why you insisted on joining me, correct?â
She hung her head. âI donât want to give you any false promises aboutâŠus.â
Lucienâs chest ached but he gave Elain an unaffected grin. âOf course not, my lady. Weâre associates journey towards a common goal, right?â He frowned. âEven if you had ulterior motives for joining me.â
Elain withdrew her hand from his grasp, her gaze cold. âYou cannot fault me for trying to find my place in the world I was unfairly thrust into.â
âFault you? Of course not. Do I perhaps think you foolish for attempting to do so during a critical and dangerous mission?â Lucien shrugged, rather than state the obvious.
Elain stepped away on wobbly legs. âWeâve already established youâre not a gentleman, so say whatâs on your mind!â she snapped, all fear of him forgotten.
Lucien was gladâheâd rather see Elain furious with him than afraid of him, or afraid of herself. âFine. While I commend your courage and need to find yourself in this new world, I think you may be in a bit over your head and are too stubborn to admit it. No, I know youâre too stubborn to admit it.â
She paused. âYou donât think me too weak to accompany you?â
âThere are many things I find you, Elain Archeron, but weak is not one of them.â
They stared at each other, unmoving, for several seconds. âEveryone else always thought me too quiet and reserved. Nesta and Feyre are bold; Iâm supposed to be the quiet one.â Elain cocked her head. âItâs nice, not having that expectation.â
Lucien could relate all too well to otherâs idealized expectations and the pressures it created. âWell, one benefit of being fae: youâre strong enough now that you probably could have punched that male and sent him flying off the docks, so I donât believe you have to worry about being weak.â
âI didnât mean weak in that way.â
âI know. I donât think youâre weak in any sense of the word.â
Elain bit her bottom lip, but Lucien could see the corners of her mouth raise slightly all the same. âYou overestimate my ability to fight. Iâve never hit someone in my life.â
âThatâs alright; we still need to find a ship for passage. Perhaps youâll find some other poor soul to antagonize and I can teach you.â Lucien lightly grabbed Elainâs wrist and pulled her out of the cover of the crates. He looked around; no one was staring at them, so it appeared nobody sawâor caredâabout their altercation. Lucien dropped her hand as they began walking down the docks, but Elain stayed next to him.Â
âLetâs find us a ship that can take us where we need to go. The sooner it leaves, the better.â
âAny requirements?â Elain asked, her eyes wide again at the unfamiliar sights surrounding them.
âLarge enough that it wonât topple over, and preferably without any holes in its hull. Truthfully, I know very little about ships.â
Elain hummed. âMy father was a merchant, and worked with several different ships and crews to transport his goods to and from the Continent. That ship, for example,â pointing to a large boat to their right, âprobably wouldnât be comfortable for us.â
âWhy is that?â Lucien had been eyeing that ship as an option for them, and could see no obvious issues. Its sails were intact, the hull complete, and though a bit plain, it looked clean enough.
âLook at its gangway, see how itâs all dirty and covered inâŠfilth? That means theyâre probably transporting a large number of animals, so it will be messy and smelly and loud. If thereâs nothing else it will work, butâŠâ Elain shrugged. âWe could probably do better.â
âI see,â Lucien said slowly, watching as several large oxes were indeed shoved up the creaky gangway onto the boat. âWell spotted. What about that one?â
Elain looked at a ship further down the dock Lucien pointed out. It was larger than the first, its sails bright white and hull shiny. Someone had even painted the wood in bright, colorful paints.
âDefinitely not. That ship has never sailed before. Itâs bad luck to journey on a shipâs maiden voyage.â
Lucien hummed. Must be a human superstition. They continued leisurely strolling down the dock. âIn that case, what do you recommend?â
Elain scanned the dozens of ships around them as they continued to walk, her eyes sharp and quick. Eventually her gazed focused on one ship. âThat one.â
âThat one?â Lucienâs eyebrows raised in surprise. It was a plain and unremarkable ship, not the largest or smallest, with no finery or distinguishing features. âWhat makes it suitable for us?â
Elain nodded her head to a gruff looking male studiously inspecting several crates loaded with spices. âBecause the shipâs cook has ordered a large number of different spices for food. If the captain cares that much about keeping their passengers happy, they must run a decent ship. Plus, look at that trunk.â They watched as a large, painted chest was brought onto the ship. It was decorated with gold accents and had small, brass feet on the bottom corners, to protect the chestâs painted bottom. âThatâs the personal chest of a very wealthy fae. Those with money donât trust just anyone to transfer themselves or their goods long distances. We want this ship,â Elain finished, looking pleased with herself.
âHow do you know thatâs the shipâs cook?â
âThe grease stained apron and burn scars on his arms look convincing.â
Lucien hummed. âIf youâre sureâŠâ
But Elain was already off, moving towards the male wearing his dirty apron. âTideâs blessings! Weâd like to inquire about booking passage on this fine ship.â
âMain deck, talk to the female in the blue jacket,â the male said without looking at either Elain or Lucien. He gave a grunt of dismay when he opened a black tin overflowing with a red powder. âAnd where is my Raskian paprika, Szechka? I know authentic Raskian paprika straight from the fields when I see it, and this shit isnât it.â
Leaving the angry cook and his stuttering supplier, the pair walked up the sturdy gangway to the shipâs main deck. It was controlled pandemonium, much like the state of the dock: faes hurriedly carrying supplies and parcels onto the boat, performing last minute cleanings and mending. Lucien looked up to see a small winged fae hovering in midair while carefully patching a hole in the main sail.Â
It took them several moments to find the female. Shorter than even Elain and even slighter, the Lesser Fae had light gray skin and black hair. She stood near the helm, watching the movement of every being on the ship with a keen eye. A cracked, brown leather notebook was in her slightly scaly hands, and she occasionally jotted something down in the book.
âTideâs blessings,â Lucien said, approaching the woman. She looked up at them with wholly black, narrowed eyes. âWe were told to speak with you concerning booking passage for ourselves on this ship.â
âAye, Iâm the one youâd wish to speak with.â The womanâs voice was soft and wispy, each word floating away on the sea breeze as soon as it left her thin lips. âWeâre set to leave tomorrow morning, making our way down the coast to a neutral village in the mortal lands then back north, along the eastern and northern coasts of Prythian to arrive in Hybern 43 days after settling out.â
Lucien kept his face blank, though the ship being bound for Hybern unsettled him. Rhys was right, that the Continental Fae were indeed more comfortable with Hybern than previously thought. âAre you planning on stopping at the Slevibor Islands while making your way down the coast to the mortal lands?â
The Slevibor Islands were several small, nearly uninhabited islands along the western coast of the Continent, due west from Koscheiâs Lake. The islands were near the start of the river that he and Elain would take to get to the death godâs lake. Only one small port town, rumored to be filled with dangerous pirates, occupied the islands, though perhaps the rumors held some truth to them, based on the way the Lesser faeâs eyes widened. âWe werenât planning on stopping at Slevibor, no. Very few reputable ships do.â
âAnd is there any way we could convince the captain to make a special trip?â Lucien asked, subtly flashing his full coin purse at the female.Â
The fae pursed her lips. âInteresting that two faes from Prythian need to visit the Slevibor Islands so badly that theyâre willing to pay extra for the trip.â
âNothing that interesting, just doing a bit of travel.â
The female gave a noncommital âhumphâ and opened her aged notebook and a quill. âSpring Court, Iâm assuming?â she asked, not looking at either of them. âYou, especially,â she pointed at Elain, âhave the look of Spring about you.â
Elain blushed, but Lucien had to admit the fae was correct: Elain looked as fresh and innocent as many of the Spring Court nobility, especially with her wide, brown eyes and lovely hair. âEr, thatâs right,â Lucien said eventually when he realized both Elain and the fae female were looking at him expectantly. âWeâre from Spring. How could you tell?â
âMy mother was originally from Spring.â The female continued taking notes down in her book, the quill resting against the webbing between her fingers. âShe fled shortly after the old High Lord was murdered and the new one ascended. She could see the writing on the wall about the new High Lord, knew nothing good was to come from him. From what I hear from the waters, she was correct, and my sisters who remain are not prospering like they once did.â
Lucien started. Of course the female was at least part water-wraith. He knew little about the treatment of Lesser fae in the Continent, but if it was anything like Prythian, the fact that this female appeared to have a high ranking position on the ship meant she had beaten many prejudices to get this far. Unease at hearing someone talk so crudely yet accurately about Tamlinâat one time, his dearest and only friend in the worldâsettled low in his gut.
âMy father was a merchant,â the female went on conversationally, seeing the earlier surprise in Lucienâs face. âI was born on his shipâthis ship, in factâand inherited it when he retired. Decades now.â She tapped on her notebook with her quill and looked up at them from the corners of her eyes. âHow much coin do you have?â
Lucien told her, and though the female tried to remain stoic, he could smell her excitement at the sum. âWe wonât stop at Slevibor, but I can have some crewmembers row you two to the Islands, provided you both pack light. No trunks. Meals are included while youâre on the boat. Depending on our timing, we may even be able to send you off with some provisions, but no promises. Weâre tight on space, but Iâll find room for two extra hammocks. Any questions?â
Elain and Lucien had none, and the woman smiled, her mouth full of pointed teeth. âThen let me welcome you to the Eueteria. My name is Thetis, and Iâll be your captain. What are your names?â
Lucien and Elain provided fake names to Captain Thetis. âOran and Phoebe,â she said, adding their names to an already long list of others. âReason for travel?â
âUh,â Lucien began. He didnât think anyone would particularly care why he and Elain were joining the ship, as long as they paid, so he didnât have a specific backstory planned. âWeâre⊠umâŠâ
âOn our honeymoon!â Elain gave Captain Thetis a wide, eager smile at the same time she forcefully grabbed Lucienâs arm. âNewly married. Oran here,â Elain said, squeezing Lucienâs arm for dear life, âknows itâs my lifeâs dream to visit every inch of the Continent and like a goodâŠhusbandâŠheâs giving me the best wedding present I could have dreamed of!âÂ
Lucien was positive that their new captain did not believe them. âAlright,â Thetis said slowly, looking between Lucien and Elainâs flushed and awkwardly smiling faces. âIâll put âpleasureâ as your reason for travel.â
Lucien was sure his face was as red as his hair for several minutes after they provided a deposit and were given instructions for the next morning. They left the docks, each refusing to look at each other, and made their way back into town, all while Lucien wondered: why?
Why had Elain said they were newly married? She had made it clear to him that she wasnât interested in him in that way, even if her body sometimes thought otherwise. Perhaps she simply panickedâloath as he was to admit it, the cover story of two besotted, hapless fae on their honeymoon was a decent explanation for why there were traveling alone together.Â
It probably didnât even matter, Lucien thought as they stopped at a colorful flower market. Based on the long list of people already traveling on the boat, he and Elain would be lucky to each have their own hammock in the large shared sleeping quarter. Nothing would happen. They would be on the ship for just a few days, get to the Slevibor Islands, then make the arduous journey along the river that would take them directly to Koscheiâs Lake.
Directly to the most dangerous being perhaps in the world.Â
I wanted to find a cute lil quote to go with these, but instead just know that this was inspired by reading all of Separatist_Apologist 's Elucien fanfics. (specifically The Last of the Real Ones, I have so many highlights in my books app) It wasn't the ship I was looking for but I am obsessed now.
The wip I posted yesterday got so much love, but the one thing that I loved seeing tagged was "pythian's ass" so thank u for loving Lucien's peach as much as I do. It's canon now, sorry sjm.
I couldn't decide if I liked it better as just a sketch or with coloring so you get both. đ
This is nowhere near an exhaustive list and in no particular order, just some of my faves! Please go leave these lovely authors kudos and comments (and add your own if there's a fic you love that I've missed!) <3
Elucien
The Curse of Sleepy Hollow by @labellefleur-sauvage rewired my brain chemistry with with all the sexy possibilities of Lucien being able to take off his head
Feysand
Five Times the Beast Was Subdued (and the One Time It Wasn't) by @the-lonelybarricade!!!! Feyre giggling and calling beast Rhys "Rhysand darling" lives rent free in my head
flicker in the night by @belabellissima beast!Rhys broke my heart in the best way in this one, I ADORE IT
Tarquin x OC
Calanmai's Pearl by @vulpes-fennec scratches that sexy merman itch like nothing else, and Tarquin SERVES "gentleman in the streets, daddy in the (underwater) sheets"
Elriel
Oh Fanged Beast, Oh Trembling Fawn by yourstarsmyscars. WEREWOLF ELAINNNNNNN!!!!! Nothing makes me insane the way beast!Elain does!!!!
Gwynriel
Stigmata by @damedechance is SO DELIGHTFULLY CREEPY AND DARK!!!! This fic makes you feel like you're sitting at a campfire and hearing a scary story and also it's hot af
Gwyn x Bryaxis
For the Girl Who Sings of Stars by sinflower81 is so unexpectedly sweet??? This one has my whole heart <3
Emorie
The Danger in You by @yourethehero Mor and Emerie are even hotter as vampires, I don't make the rules, this one is a DELIGHT
Nessian
When We Howl, the Moon Will Cower by @c-e-d-dreamer I'd be sold if it were just witch!Nesta, and I'd be sold if it were just werewolf!Cassian, but this incredible fic blesses us with BOTH!!!!
Tamsand
Lay Me on the Cold Dark Earth by @witch-and-her-witcher the banter!!! the dual POV!!! the knotting!!! it has everything <3
Azris
Howl by @iftheshoef1tz buckle up because this one is a novel-length masterpiece. Werewolf Azris from the QUEEN!!!!
Multi-Ship Series
Werewolves by @separatist-apologist (Feysand, Nessian, and Elucien) is just....*chef's kiss*, 10/10, a CLASSIC! You can't go wrong with any of MB's monster fics, but werewolves are my fave.
Meet Me in The Darkness by AcrossASeaOfStars (Feysand, Nessian, Elriel) demon batboys in a Victorian setting, what more could you possibly ask for? The vibes are immaculate
The Archeron Apothecary by HeadCanonHeadCase (Gwynriel, Elucien, Emorie) covers it all! Werewolves, djinn, witches, demons, it's SUCH a fun series!!!!
LB my dear dear! I have devoured all yours and MB's ao3 works till date â€ïžđ€ and I am feeling pathetically ravenous for more đ« . Although my question is- since I have seen people asking you for suggestions as to which blog and which writer to look to for more feysand/elucien content I would like to request the same only and only if you are comfortable and have the time for this pressing request. And thank you even if you couldn't for some reason im only scared since you are busy and wouldnt want to burden you with such an exigent task. . I'm sorry to bother you That would be it đ„ș đđ
You want blog suggestions for Elucien/Feysand authors? And you think you're bothering me??? Anon, this happens to be my exact area of exertise and there is nothing love more than hyping up my friends!
To kick us off my lovely friend @velidewrites is an extraordinarily talented writer and artist, and also just an all-around ray of sunshine whose blog I cannot recommend enough.
There's also @writtenonreceipts who's every work is literal potery. Pick any of her stroies and you will come undone.
@belabellissima has a beautiful Feysand/Elucien series called the State of Grace and is also one of my favorite people đ„șđ
@azrielshadowssing also regularly feeds us with delciioiusly sinful Feysand and Elucien stories đ„° hehehe definitely read the tags though!
Among a host of other incredible fics, @damedechance has an onlyfans series that will make you feral - Playgirl (Elucien) and darling.exe (Feysand) đđ Come back to me once you finish losing your mind
@xtaketwox and @itsthedoodle come as Feysand/Elucien pair hehe. @xtaketwox has treated us to lots of goodies, but I wanted to highlight her modern soulmate AU which has a dedicated work for Feysand, Elucien, and Nessian! @itsthedoodle has written so many beautiful feysand oneshots and is the sweetest, most unhinged person you'll ever have the pleasure of knowing.
@asnowfern is so talented and writes for a lot of different pairings, including Feysand and Elucien! Right now she's working on a stunning Feysand AU inspired by a chinese legend called Till Forever Falls Apart
if you're a fan of next-gen, @areyoudreaminof has lots of adorable fics and headcanons centering around Elucien and Feysand as parents!
@witch-and-her-witcher again writes for many couples, including Feysand and Elucien! She recently wrote a Feysand and Nyx oneshot, The Little Tiger, that completely fractured my heart and put it back together.
@thegloweringcastle is another extremely talented writer who has a wealth of feysand and elucien fics! One I really love is the The Law of the Land which is a Feysand western AU with background Elucien đ€
@darling-archeron has been in this fandom since 2016 and in that time has blessed us with so much wonderful Feysand and Elucien content!! (One day you really need to sit us all down and tell us the fandom lore we all missed out on from the acomaf/acowar releases đ)
@iambutmortal has a lot of delicious Feysand and Elucien stories! For Elucienweek last year she wrote a really addicting story called The Honeymooners
@labellefleur-sauvage has written so many incredible Elucien fics! As well as a very delicious monster!Feyre fic called Meet Me In the Woods hehehe đ
@foundress0fnothing always blows me away with her writing. For Elucienweek last year she wrote an Elucien sex cult fic titled Both Forever and Rather Die that lives in my head rent free.
@howlingcaptaincommando is working on a really amazing pirate AU, Never Shall I Die, centering around Elucien, Nessian, and Feysand!
@vulpes-fennec has so many lovely stories, including her Prythian Fantasia WIP which centers on the Archeron sisters and their mates đ
@popjunkie42 has yet to dip her toes into writing Elucien but maybe one day we can convince her đđ That said she has so many amazing Feysand works such as Hate Me Instead and her current WIP Blossoming In Winter.
Likewise my dearest friend @wilde-knight has only written Elucien and Nessian, but I can't recommend her works and blog enough!! She's working on an amazing Princess Bride AU called Burnished Gold
@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship is a die-hard Feysand, Elucien, Gwynriel, and Nessian! Currently they're working on a Feysand fic Five Minutes to Midnight which also features background Elucien!
@octobers-veryown creates so many wonderful moodboards for variuos ships and characters! I cannot recommend following them enoughđ
And finally @rosanna-writer, @reverie-tales, @thesistersarcheron, and @starfall-spirit are my multishipping queens đ„° On their blogs you'll find wonderful content for Feysand, Elriel, Elucien, and other ships as well!
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snowghoul
theartofmadeline
titsay
kianamaiart
origamiaround
prguitarman
discoholicmusic
