Lucien Appreciation Week

September 21-27, 2022 | https://lucienweek.carrd.co

[lucienweek]

Hey Lucien Stans! We came to announce the week of our favorite fox, it will start in the penultimate week of September, from the 21st to the 27th. Prompts will be posted soon, stay tuned on our page!

[fiercehildr]

Hello! Here is one the Lucien piece I commissioned for Lucien past week and it was done by the incredible Zarimoth! Look at this work 😍

[lucienweek]

Hello everyone!

Yesterday was the last day of Lucien Week 2022 and we wanted to thank you for all your love and participation, there were almost 360 posts!

See you next year!

[reispinkoveralls]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Dipping my toe into the Acotar fandom for @lucienweek 🖤

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Elain suggests a rather creative solution to overcome her PTSD involving Lucien and a set of chains.

"Those bastards hadn’t had the chance to hurt her, but they would have. They had put their hands on her, shackled her, and stolen her away. The possessive beast that dwelled within the mating bond raged. Elain was his, and those monsters laid their filthy hands on what belonged to him. Those were his delicate wrists to tie, his sultry mouth to gag and silence, his body of ivory skin and soft curves to devour and worship.

Now Elain wanted him to touch her the way they had, the way they would have. To permanently erase their touch and replace it with her mate’s.

He would do this for her. For his mate. His Elain. Just as she had kissed every scar lacerating his back, healing him in a way he didn’t know needed healing, he would ease her of this burden. Lucien would take it all away and carry it himself, and he would do so with no hesitation."

[fieldofdaisiies]

LUCIEN WEEK 2022: MASTERLIST

Thank you for this wonderful werk for this amazing character 🧡 here is my finished masterlist

Day 1: Favourite Scene

Day 2: The Fox‘s Friends & Family

Day 5: Theories

Day 6: Ships

Day 7: Free Day

Thank you so much for doing tjis great thing @lucienweek 🧡🧡

[headcanonheadcase-deactivated20]

@lucienweek Day 7: Free Day

The art in this mood board is all from the amazing talented @creating_dark_art. I'm obsessed with the way she draws Lucien. All her art really, not just Lucien. She is a treasure to the fandom. The art in the bottom right panel was commissioned by @cascadingmoon, who another treasure.

Happy Lucien week!

[amandapearls]

𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜

𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕪♡

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕪:

This lovely golden foxboy art was done by @bloo.ghost. It was a absolute pleasure to work with this artist! She loves Lucien as much as I do so we both were very excited about this art! I loved the concept with the golden fox mask and the little fox wrapped around his shoulder.

Artist: @bloo.ghost ❤️

Link to Instagram post

All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

[artinelysian]

I had to do a piece for #lucienweek2022 and thought “Why not practice some anatomy while I’m at it?” I was super fun to try and draw the muscles on Lucien so I hope you guys enjoy!

@lucienweek

Total time: 3 hours and 24 minutes

[reveriestarsstuff]

If SJM pulls a Rowan and Hunt on Lucien and cuts his luscious, fiery locks, I won’t be mad because I know Lucien would look so fucking hot. But then I also want him to keep his long hair so Elain can braid flowers in it, because he still looks fucking hot.

Get what I mean?

[foreverinelysian]

𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓭

Ask before reposting or using!

I am beyond thrilled to show off this stunning piece of Lucien that I commissioned from @kayrakhan!

It has been so hard keeping this commission a secret for the past couple of months but I could not be happier to share it with you all for @lucienweek!

I love everything about this commission and Kayra truly captured the god-like vibe I wanted this piece to have! Thank you Kayra for working with me on the piece! It was truly an honour to work with you💜

I love you all so much and I hope you enjoy this piece!

Link to instagram

Link to twitter

[booksnwriting]

My submission for Day 4 of @lucienweek - Tragedies:

Lucien x Jesminda

This blurb is from Chapter 15 of my fanfic "A Court of Love and Healing" (link at the end of the post)

Enjoy, maybe with some tears

Little Lucien and Jesminda edit ♡

.......

Sniffing, Lucien uses the back of his hand to wipe the tears from his face, his thoughts drifting from deserving Elain to the words Jesminda had always said to him. The way she always made him feel worthy and important even when the world didn’t. Allowing himself the serenity of memories, he sinks into his pillow and his eyes slip closed. He can still see her face, hear her voice, and remember the joy of their moments as if were happening all over again.

~~~

“Luc! Stop being such a stickler and come have fun!”, she squeals happily, glancing up at the trees in her yard, vividly colored autumn leaves falling from the branches like confetti.

Autumn in the Autumn Court was always a sight to behold.

“Jes...what if...”

“Shhhh”, she waltzes over, her orange curls bouncing as she presses a finger to his lips, her emerald green eyes sparkling mischievously as her freckles dance all over her face when she speaks. “Today we are going to let loose and have fun. Today is going to be about us, and joy, and not caring what anyone thinks. She removes her finger from his lips and loops her pale, freckled arms around his neck, moving onto her tiptoes and touching the tip of his nose with hers. “Please?”, she murmurs softly.

It's hardly possible for him to say no to her, especially when she’s so damn convincing in her ways. “Jes...you know why I worry.”

“Yes, I do”, she replies, looking into his deep burgundy-colored irises. “We both do”, she whispers tenderly. “But I don’t want to live that way. In fear...”

Lucien places his forehead gently against hers and settles his hands on her hips, swaying like the branches in the breeze. “Neither do I. But there is no choice. I come with that risk...I can’t tell you how sorry I am for that, and as I told you before, I’m hardly worth—mmph."

Jesminda cuts him off with a soft, but passionate kiss, weaving her fingers through his vivid auburn hair. He relents all too easily and kisses her back with the same fervor until they mutually pull away for air.

She strokes her thumb across his cheek and then across his lips. “You are worth the world, Lucien. I will never regret you. And I won’t stand for you degrading yourself because of who you come from. You are the most incredible, strong, suave, and gorgeous male I have ever known, and nothing in all of Prythian or anywhere else could ever change how much I love you. How in love with you I am. It’s you and me. No matter what happens. Ok? I would willingly run off and hide in the corners of the universe with you if it meant forever. So don’t be sorry for one second about something you can’t control.”

Lucien sniffs softly and presses a kiss to her nose then to her plump lips. “I love you too. More than anything. You’re the sunshine in my day and my shooting stars at night.”

Jes grins cutely. “Ugh, you know I have a weakness for when you get all poetic.”

He laughs deeply and spins her around, eliciting a squeal of happiness from her. “Alright my little minx, what did you have in mind for ‘fun’ today?”

“Hm, well, I thought it was fairly obvious”, she smirks, motioning to gigantic leaf piles.

“Oh nooo...”

“Ohhh yessss”, she giggles infectiously. Lucien can’t help but laugh as well until she holds out her hands and a friendly yet powerful burst of wind sends him flying into the largest of the leaf piles, completely burying him as she bursts out laughing uncontrollably.

Lucien sputters and digs his way out of the leaf pit, putting a faux pout on his lips. His shirt and hair are littered with leaves as he stalks over to her intensely. “THAT was very sneaky, Puff.”

Jesminda continues to laugh at how ridiculous he looks decorated and disheveled as he stomps toward her. “Uh ohhh!”, she screams playfully and goes to run away but he grabs her around the waist and smirks.

“Oh yes!”

“Nooooo, put me down!”, she protests, her legs dangling in the air as he carries her but her beautiful laughter never ceasing.

“Ask and you shall receive!!”, he shouts, tossing her into the pile as she screams, getting swallowed by them.

Lucien’s deep, throaty laugh reverberates through to her soul as she slowly crawls out of the leaves into the grass.

“Luccc! I’ll be picking leaves out of my hair for days!”

"Hey, don't blame me! You started it!"

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that one before”, she smirks and winks, making him blush deeply.

Standing back up, she begins picking the crunchy leaves from his sweater and then sliding them from his long tresses as he works a few from her curls, both of them wordless for the moment, letting the heat and attraction settle between them.

“I love you, Jesminda Wilde.”

Gazing up at him, she rewards his words with a breathtaking smile, one that could cure all ailments with its sweetness.

“I love you, Lucien Vanserra. Let’s go inside”, she murmurs, quirking an eyebrow at him, her gaze simmering with seduction.

“With you, I’ll go anywhere my little minx.”

She can’t help but giggle as she grabs his hand, pulling him into her small cottage and snogging him senseless the moment the door clicks into place. Lucien groans softly at her persistence and brushes his tongue along hers as they battle for dominance. With one fluid movement, he sweeps her off her feet and sets her on the closest bit of counter space, moving between her legs, his lips not leaving hers for one second until they are both breathless and panting.

Jesminda plays with his hair, twirling it between her fingers as she licks her lips, giving it a gentle tug to draw him closer. Goosebumps flow up his arms and he lets out a quiet moan of approval. “Jes...”

“Yes, love?”

Lucien meets her eyes and smiles wickedly, slowly working his nimble fingers down her sweater as he unbuttons it one by one. “I want you. Forever. My mate”, he murmurs and buries his nose in the crook of her neck. She flushes deeply, all the way down to her chest as he slips the garment off her shoulders. She encircles his neck with her arms and draws his gaze back to hers.

“I want you too. Forever. My mate. Don’t worry, we will feel the bond one day when the time is right. Just like so many others.”

“I have zero doubt we will, my sweet.”

“But for now, I think our bond is plenty strong”, she giggles, removing Lucien’s shirt as well and humming in approval at what she sees.

“Fuck, Luc...”

“Your wish is my command”, he winks and smirks, scooping her up and whisking her away to the bedroom.

~~~

Once they were both plenty satiated, they lie panting in one another’s arms, Jes lying her head upon his chest, over his heart, a serene smile on her face.

“Your heartbeat is so comforting. It’s one of my favorite sounds.”

Lucien blushes and toys with one of her loose curls. “Really?”

"Mhmm."

“Your laugh is one of mine. It’s contagious and adorable.”

Jes giggles softly. “Oh, hush you.”

“Ah, see? It’s true”, he chuckles, pressing a kiss to her temple softly.

She grins and nuzzles his nose.

“Mhh your smile is also my favorite. It immediately makes me feel loved, and at home. You’re my home, Jesminda.”

“You’re my home too, Lucien”, she whispers soothingly. “Your smile is quite the charmer as well. One of the things that made me fall for you so hard.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”, she replies, peppering in kisses.

Moments later they are cuddled up with fresh, steaming cups of tea. Hers sweetened with honey, and his with mint. Lucien places his teacup down and takes her hand, facing her.

“What’s wrong?”, she asks, furrowing her brow.

“Nothing. N-Nothing is wrong. In fact, it’s completely right. Completely and—and perfectly right.”

She moves closer and rubs his chest softly. “Luc, you’re stuttering. You never stutter...”

He takes a deep breath and nods, taking both her hands and kissing the knuckles on them both. “I know. Sorry...I just—right...okay.” He slowly lowers to one knee and gazes up at her lovingly.

“Jesminda Wilde, will you marry me?”

A soft gasp escapes her lips and immediately the waterworks begin, tears flowing down her cheeks. “Mother bless me...Lucien!? Yes!”, she cried, becoming a blubbering mess. “Gods, yes!”

Lucien stands and hugs her tightly. They cling to each other for what seems like hours even though only a few minutes have passed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. So much. The—the time felt right, and I know I don’t have a ring yet, but I will get you one and it will be the most gorgeous ring in all of Prythian, for the most gorgeous female in all of Prythian.”

“Oh, Luc...I don’t need a ring when I have you. You are my jewel, love.”

Tears spring to his russet eyes and he can’t help but kiss her again soundly.

“You’re getting a ring.”

Jesminda laughs softly and nods. “Alright, I’m getting a ring.” She can’t help but squeal happily and jump into his arms once again. “Oh my gods I can’t believe we’re getting married!! Lucien, we’re gonna be true mates...I-I’m gonna be your wife, you’ll be my husband. That’s the best thing ever”, she beams through her tears.

“That we are, my sweet. That we are. It’s absolutely the best thing ever”, he grins.

~~~

Two days later, Jesminda was wearing her engagement ring and they were planning their elopement. Four days later, she was murdered by Beron.

Lucien was pinned down and forced to watch as her battered form was dragged out from the dungeon, her skin was battered with bruises, scrapes, and multiple burns, Beron's brand on traitors, but she kept her steely resolve and the fire of determination in her eyes. She was thrown to the concrete in the large viewing courtyard of the Autumn Court mansion. Beron sat high on his throne, a malicious and deadly glare in his eye. He nods to someone and suddenly the three brothers who had dragged him out here forced him into a kneel as guards forced Jesminda to do the same, facing him, but yards away. Even still, he could see her love for him shining in her eyes, clouding through the fear. This was it. They were both going to die. At least they would be together with the Mother.

Tears fall down both of their faces. But when a guard pulls one of his father’s special swords, and his brothers remain pinning him down, no other swordsman in sight, he knew what was coming next. He was going to be made to suffer for his supposed treason. Death for him would be a kindness to Beron.

“No!!!! Please, please! Don’t, please, father! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be whatever you want! I’ll give you anything, please!”, his screams of anguish echoed through the courtyard and his eyes had landed on Beron’s vacant ones before quickly moving back to Jesminda’s.

Her lip trembles, and she has fresh cuts and bruises on her face, but manages to smile at him the way he had always loved as she mouths ‘I love you.’

Lucien can help the sobs that are ripped from his throat as he begs over and over again, before his desperation turns to anger, his eyes light up with the firepower he possesses inside as he roughly tries to fight his three brothers off, willing them to ignite. However, when they instead chuckle and sneer, he quickly realizes that he was poisoned with faebane. Despite that, he keeps twisting and turning, using all the strength he has to overcome them, to no avail.

“Please!!”, he screams louder, to anyone.

The sword is unsheathed with a heavy metallic ringing sound and he tries to lunge to get to her over and over, keeping her gaze. “No! No, please. Please I’ll do anything, don’t hurt her, please!!”

Jes looks directly into his eyes and mouths again, ‘I love you, always’, as tears flood her battered face.

The guard lifts the sword to his shoulder, waiting for the signal from Beron.

“Stop!! PLEASE!!!! ”, Lucien shrieks loudly, yanking and tugging at his arms as hard as he can, painfully bruised and most likely bloodied from where his brothers' fingers dig into his flesh crushingly.

“Jes, I love you!! I love you! I love you! I’m so sorry!!”, he screams through sobs as Beron gives the signal. “Jes!! Nooo!!!!!”

The sword comes down swiftly and expertly, the entire weight of the blade quickly removing her head from her body Lucien is unable to stop the bloodcurdling screams being ripped from his lungs as her kneeling form falls over limply. He bawls uncontrollably, his brothers finally shoving him forward, earning him fresh scrapes to his face, but he doesn’t care. He immediately crawls over to her as fast as possible and collapses next to both parts, her curls limply gathered on the concrete, partially hiding her once full of life features and her eyes dulled and empty; completely stilled, not a single reminiscent spark of her soul left within them.

Lucien screams and cries, not knowing what to do with himself as he bows tragically onto the pavement, the blood staining his pants and covering his skin as his forearms and fists are quickly surrounded. His head rests upon them as his crimson hair falls into and blends with the vivid red of her blood. His body trembles uncontrollably as his agony renders him helpless.

~~~

He can’t help the stream of tears from staining his face and spotting his pillow as he blinks the blur away. Of all the things he could have or should have done in his life, she was his biggest regret. Not running sooner, not hiding in the farthest corner of the universe to have their forever together. The day Elain was thrown into the Cauldron and came out his mate, he wasn’t ecstatic. He wasn’t filled with hope, and it wasn’t just from her trauma, but from his own. To him, Jes was always his mate. Letting that belief go means that she was never meant for him and he refuses to believe that. Even if they weren’t mates, the love was there, and she was perfect for him in every way. How could she not have been his mate?

Read the rest of the fic here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[fieldofdaisiies]

Lucien Week Day 7: Free Day

moodboard time @lucienweek

"If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra

[vikingmagic33]

Happy Lucien Week | Romance Day! @lucienweek

The Fox & Alice returns for Lucien’s POV in Chapter 8 (But I Might) aka the pantry scene.

I posted an early draft of this in July as a bday gift for the amazing @headcanonheadcase and it has some new scenes. Enjoy!

Read on AO3!

@hlizr50 @amandapearls @damedechance @ofduskanddreams @mystical-blaise @propagandaprincess

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Lucien spoke through clenched teeth and leaned his body further into hers. He lowered his forehead to rest against a shelf.

‘It’s this bond. It pulls at me.’

‘I know. Trust me, Elain. I know.'

‘How do you stand it?’ She blurted.

‘Who says that I can?’ It came out more harshly than he had intended, but even he heard the plain truth in his words. Her head turned sharply up toward his face and he saw both the hurt and the challenge warring there. ‘Now. If you keep chatting, this all stops.’ He vowed with a preternatural power he didn’t recognize.

Elain had the audacity to giggle.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Elucien | A Taste of the Autumn Fire

warning(s): mature, curse words, male oral receiving word count: 1018

*all rights reserved*

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"Pants off, my love, we need to try something!"

With that the door to Lucien’s study room flew open, slamming against the wall.

Utterly startled and slightly terrified of his mate suddenly storming into the room, Lucien dropped all the reports he had been holding and clasped his hand over his heart. 

Elain had requested what?

"Don’t look at me like I have grown another head. We have to try something. Why have you never told me about that? Males like that or at least that‘s what Nesta’s book has told me. I want to kiss you." Elain beamed at her mate, carefully closing the door and then waddling over to where her mate sat.

"Then kiss me!"

"Not on your mouth, silly. There," Elain announced, pointing at Lucien’s crotch. The Autumn Court male’s eyes must have fallen out of his head.

"Th-ere?" Both of them were now pointing at his crotch.

"Yes, I want to…erm…taste you. Put my mouth on you? May I? Or do you not enjoy such things?"

A nervous laugh left Lucien’s mouth, first nodding and then shaking his head. Gods, he would enjoy that so much.

"Well, then perfect!" Elain clapped her hands and closed the distance between them. Had he said that out loud? Lucien asked himself. 

"Tell me what to do! Do we stay here? I will get on my knees, right?” Inhaling sharply, Lucien watched his mate kneel down in front of him, always careful of the amethyst dress she was wearing so that it would not crinkle while taking her place between his legs.

Bracing her slim, delicate hands on his strong thighs, Elain beamed. Looking up at her mate with her big fawn eyes, anticipation and excitement laced her features. "Now…" she drawled, slowly letting her hands slide higher to the laces of his pants.

Lucien clasped his hand over hers. "Please, don’t do anything you don’t want."

"But I want to. There is probably nothing I would want more than that." She grinned and Lucien threw his head back, laughing.

"Gods flower, I love you so much." 

"I love you!" 

"Well then, show me what those books have taught you. I am very keen on finding out." A smirk replaced Lucien’s smile, his brow moving up.

Dipping her chin, an eager look appeared on Elain’s face while she curled her fingers around the laces and started to untie his pants. 

"Good lords, someone seems eager!" Elain expressed, grinning at her made and the obvious eagerness and anticipation in front of her.

"My mate is kneeling in front of me and wants to put her mouth on me, how can I not be eager?" Lucien stated, a loop-sided grin plastering his face.

Elain moved her hand over him, freeing him fully and then curled her fingers around her mate’s proud length, fluttering her lashes while meeting his gaze and slowly starting to  stroke him. That was something they had done before. 

"Like that, Lord Lucien?"

Chest heaving, Lucien braced his hands on the armrests, "Just like that, flower. Just—fuck…"

Lucien was gone when Elain did exactly what she had suggested beforehand. She kissed him. And then again and again before slowly wrapping her lips around him, teasing and licking his tip.

Lucien groaned, the sight of his mate on her knees and her mouth on him seemed like a sin to him.

"Just like that. Gods….you are making me feel so good. So good…” His leg jerked up on its own accord, while he threaded his hands in Elain’s silken hair. He tried to keep his thrusts shallow. Elain suckled, bobbing her head and Lucien entered a state of utter satisfaction, pleasure and pure bliss. “Gods, flower, you are my end.” He felt Elain grin around him and knew in that moment that he was close—terrible close. Could he do it? In her mouth?

“Flower, I have to? Can I—? In your mouth?” Lifting her gaze to meet his she signalled him that it would be fine. That actually she wanted nothing more in this moment. Elain hollowed her cheeks and swallowed around him and that was his undoing. Lucien came with a shout on his lips that was both a curse and his mate’s name, spilling into her. 

Triumph and excitement bubbled inside of Elain and after she had removed her mouth and wiped the back of her hand over it, she grinned from ear to ear. 

Pride and pleasure reached her through the bond, stretching out and filling her with heat. 

Lucien heaved Elain onto his lap, slinging his arms around her middle and moving her as close to him as possible. Elain‘s arms snuck around her mate‘s neck, tangling her fingers in his long hair. “Was it to your liking, my love?“ Elain breathed against her mate‘s mouth, fingers stilling in his hair, Chest heaving, Lucien leaned his forehead against hers and exhaled, deep and long. “Flower, you honestly have no idea how good you made me feel. You…no, I have no words other than I love you so fucking much. This was divine.“

Elain snickered, furiously blushing while she flashed her mate the biggest grin possible. Then her lips closed over his again, her hand moving to his neck, squeezing. Elain gasped into her mate‘s mouth when he started kneading her butt. 

“Lord Lucien,“ she giggled, pulling back. 

“We need to get rid of that. I love you in this dress, but now I just want to see it on the floor alongside those—“ Lucien stopped, sliding his hands under the dress and up to Elain‘s butt. “Oh, you cruel thing. We also do need to get rid of those satin panties.“ His grin was mischievous when he hoisted Elain up and walked them over to the bed. 

“Until the early morning hours I will show you exactly how good you made me feel, petal.“ His grin mirrored hers, when Elain was softly placed down on the mattress, her heart exploding with love and euphoria. “I think I would like that a lot.”

another post for @lucienweek💛

tags: @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @ladyelain @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional

[mercury4ever]

Lucien Vanserra Family Tree:

Lucien’s dear mother, the Lady of Autumn Court. (art by Deviant Art: Vladimir-Kireev) I saw this and immediately thought of LOA.  She would be a wonderful mother-in law to Elain…should Elucien happen. 

[hongheejoo]

Lucien week

day five

theories for the future

Lucien and Elain’s relationship will come to a head and they will blow up at each other(hello sexual tension)

He will decide to take time away from visiting the Night Court

There will be a plot made to kill Beron. Will Lucien be involved in said plot or just have to deal with the aftermath?

Lucien’s stronger than average powers will be revealed

Finding out that Helion is his father will hurt him and it will take time for Lucien to be ready to build that relationship

Elain will end up joining Lucien, Jurian and Vassa on their quest to free Vassa and defeat Koschei

Lucien and Elain will fall in love🥰

Lucien and Tamlin will also be having a discussion and some closure

I think there’s a chance Lucien and/or Elain will inherit Spring Court, whether that be soon or at the end of the series

I could also see Lucien (along with Elain) continuing to be a courtier and emissary until he one day inherits Day Court

Lucien will continue to make friends across all courts/continents

Lucien will finally have a place where he belongs

[lunainfortuna-deactivated202503]

“Wed her to me. When I offered you my loyalty, you said I could have anything. I want Elain.”, Lucien says.

{elain needs to be punished for betraying the nc so lucien finds a way to save her} day 5: theories for the future.