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!
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@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!
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 đ
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!
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Dipping my toe into the Acotar fandom for @lucienweek đ¤
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Elain suggests a rather creative solution to overcome her PTSD involving Lucien and a set of chains.
"Those bastards hadnât 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 mateâs.
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 didnât 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."
LUCIEN WEEK 2022: MASTERLIST
Thank you for this wonderful werk for this amazing character đ§Ą here is my finished masterlist
Day 1: Favourite Scene
Day 2: The Foxâs Friends & Family
Day 5: Theories
Day 6: Ships
Day 7: Free Day
Thank you so much for doing tjis great thing @lucienweek đ§Ąđ§Ą
@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!
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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 â¤ď¸
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All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas
I had to do a piece for #lucienweek2022 and thought âWhy not practice some anatomy while Iâm at it?â I was super fun to try and draw the muscles on Lucien so I hope you guys enjoy!
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Total time: 3 hours and 24 minutes
If SJM pulls a Rowan and Hunt on Lucien and cuts his luscious, fiery locks, I wonât 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?
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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 youđ
I love you all so much and I hope you enjoy this piece!
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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 âĄ
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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 didnât. 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.
~~~
âLuc! Stop being such a stickler and come have fun!â, 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.
âJes...what if...â
âShhhhâ, 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. âToday 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. âPlease?â, she murmurs softly.
It's hardly possible for him to say no to her, especially when sheâs so damn convincing in her ways. âJes...you know why I worry.â
âYes, I doâ, she replies, looking into his deep burgundy-colored irises. âWe both doâ, she whispers tenderly. âBut I donât want to live that way. In fear...â
Lucien places his forehead gently against hers and settles his hands on her hips, swaying like the branches in the breeze. âNeither do I. But there is no choice. I come with that risk...I canât tell you how sorry I am for that, and as I told you before, Iâm hardly worthâmmph."
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. âYou are worth the world, Lucien. I will never regret you. And I wonât 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. Itâs 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 donât be sorry for one second about something you canât control.â
Lucien sniffs softly and presses a kiss to her nose then to her plump lips. âI love you too. More than anything. Youâre the sunshine in my day and my shooting stars at night.â
Jes grins cutely. âUgh, you know I have a weakness for when you get all poetic.â
He laughs deeply and spins her around, eliciting a squeal of happiness from her. âAlright my little minx, what did you have in mind for âfunâ today?â
âHm, well, I thought it was fairly obviousâ, she smirks, motioning to gigantic leaf piles.
âOh nooo...â
âOhhh yessssâ, she giggles infectiously. Lucien canât 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. âTHAT was very sneaky, Puff.â
Jesminda continues to laugh at how ridiculous he looks decorated and disheveled as he stomps toward her. âUh ohhh!â, she screams playfully and goes to run away but he grabs her around the waist and smirks.
âOh yes!â
âNooooo, put me down!â, she protests, her legs dangling in the air as he carries her but her beautiful laughter never ceasing.
âAsk and you shall receive!!â, he shouts, tossing her into the pile as she screams, getting swallowed by them.
Lucienâs deep, throaty laugh reverberates through to her soul as she slowly crawls out of the leaves into the grass.
âLuccc! Iâll be picking leaves out of my hair for days!â
"Hey, don't blame me! You started it!"
âOh yeah, Iâve heard that one beforeâ, 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.
âI love you, Jesminda Wilde.â
Gazing up at him, she rewards his words with a breathtaking smile, one that could cure all ailments with its sweetness.
âI love you, Lucien Vanserra. Letâs go insideâ, she murmurs, quirking an eyebrow at him, her gaze simmering with seduction.
âWith you, Iâll go anywhere my little minx.â
She canât 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. âJes...â
âYes, love?â
Lucien meets her eyes and smiles wickedly, slowly working his nimble fingers down her sweater as he unbuttons it one by one. âI want you. Forever. My mateâ, 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.
âI want you too. Forever. My mate. Donât worry, we will feel the bond one day when the time is right. Just like so many others.â
âI have zero doubt we will, my sweet.â
âBut for now, I think our bond is plenty strongâ, she giggles, removing Lucienâs shirt as well and humming in approval at what she sees.
âFuck, Luc...â
âYour wish is my commandâ, he winks and smirks, scooping her up and whisking her away to the bedroom.
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Once they were both plenty satiated, they lie panting in one anotherâs arms, Jes lying her head upon his chest, over his heart, a serene smile on her face.
âYour heartbeat is so comforting. Itâs one of my favorite sounds.â
Lucien blushes and toys with one of her loose curls. âReally?â
"Mhmm."
âYour laugh is one of mine. Itâs contagious and adorable.â
Jes giggles softly. âOh, hush you.â
âAh, see? Itâs trueâ, he chuckles, pressing a kiss to her temple softly.
She grins and nuzzles his nose.
âMhh your smile is also my favorite. It immediately makes me feel loved, and at home. Youâre my home, Jesminda.â
âYouâre my home too, Lucienâ, she whispers soothingly. âYour smile is quite the charmer as well. One of the things that made me fall for you so hard.â
âYeah?â
âYeahâ, 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.
âWhatâs wrong?â, she asks, furrowing her brow.
âNothing. N-Nothing is wrong. In fact, itâs completely right. Completely andâand perfectly right.â
She moves closer and rubs his chest softly. âLuc, youâre stuttering. You never stutter...â
He takes a deep breath and nods, taking both her hands and kissing the knuckles on them both. âI know. Sorry...I justâright...okay.â He slowly lowers to one knee and gazes up at her lovingly.
âJesminda Wilde, will you marry me?â
A soft gasp escapes her lips and immediately the waterworks begin, tears flowing down her cheeks. âMother bless me...Lucien!? Yes!â, she cried, becoming a blubbering mess. âGods, yes!â
Lucien stands and hugs her tightly. They cling to each other for what seems like hours even though only a few minutes have passed. âI love you.â
âI love you, too. So much. Theâthe time felt right, and I know I donât 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.â
âOh, Luc...I donât need a ring when I have you. You are my jewel, love.â
Tears spring to his russet eyes and he canât help but kiss her again soundly.
âYouâre getting a ring.â
Jesminda laughs softly and nods. âAlright, Iâm getting a ring.â She canât help but squeal happily and jump into his arms once again. âOh my gods I canât believe weâre getting married!! Lucien, weâre gonna be true mates...I-Iâm gonna be your wife, youâll be my husband. Thatâs the best thing everâ, she beams through her tears.
âThat we are, my sweet. That we are. Itâs absolutely the best thing everâ, 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 fatherâs 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.
âNo!!!! Please, please! Donât, please, father! Iâll do whatever you want! Iâll be whatever you want! Iâll give you anything, please!â, his screams of anguish echoed through the courtyard and his eyes had landed on Beronâs vacant ones before quickly moving back to Jesmindaâs.
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 âI love you.â
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.
âPlease!!â, 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. âNo! No, please. Please Iâll do anything, donât hurt her, please!!â
Jes looks directly into his eyes and mouths again, âI love you, alwaysâ, as tears flood her battered face.
The guard lifts the sword to his shoulder, waiting for the signal from Beron.
âStop!! PLEASE!!!! â, 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.
âJes, I love you!! I love you! I love you! Iâm so sorry!!â, he screams through sobs as Beron gives the signal. âJes!! Nooo!!!!!â
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 doesnât 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 canât 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 wasnât ecstatic. He wasnât filled with hope, and it wasnât 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 werenât 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:
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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
Happy Lucien Week | Romance Day! @lucienweek
The Fox & Alice returns for Lucienâs 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!
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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.
âItâs this bond. It pulls at me.â
âI know. Trust me, Elain. I know.'
âHow do you stand it?â She blurted.
âWho says that I can?â 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. âNow. If you keep chatting, this all stops.â He vowed with a preternatural power he didnât recognize.
Elain had the audacity to giggle.
Elucien | A Taste of the Autumn Fire
warning(s): mature, curse words, male oral receiving word count: 1018
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"Pants off, my love, we need to try something!"
With that the door to Lucienâs 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.Â
Elain had requested what?
"Donât 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 thatâs what Nestaâs 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 Lucienâs crotch. The Autumn Court maleâs eyes must have fallen out of his head.
"Th-ere?" Both of them were now pointing at his crotch.
Lucien Vanserra Family Tree:
Lucienâs 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 ElainâŚshould Elucien happen.Â
Lucien week
day five
theories for the future
Lucien and Elainâs 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?
Lucienâs 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 loveđĽ°
Lucien and Tamlin will also be having a discussion and some closure
I think thereâs 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
âWed her to me. When I offered you my loyalty, you said I could have anything. I want Elain.â, 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.