[musty-old-claptrap]

˖ ݁ . ── Hi!!!!!! 👋

she/her . 30s . milf . dtf . joking . or am i…?

welcome to my crib where I worship the ground Elain Archeron walks on 🫧 im here for a Good Time™ n i would ship someone w a cardboard box if the fic/art was good enough 💞

“Ship wars are the root of all evil.”

- Proverbs 69:4-20 🙏😔

Now, back to me!!!! I have written some lil stories on ao3 (mustyoldclaptrap) about elain & lucien so if ur into that, here’s a list:

✔️ = completed | 💗 = smut | 👼🏼 = u love author aw ty

˖ ݁ . ─ This Is The Last Time 💗 ✔️👼🏼

Chapters: 7/7 | Words: 27k

Elain Archeron is desperate to reconcile with her estranged mate, away from the eyes that never seem to leave her back. In a stroke of genius, she concocts a plan to fake a vision with a puzzle she says requires she and Lucien venture alone across Prythian to solve.

˖ ݁ . ─ Is It Wickedness? Is It Weakness? 💗👼🏼

Chapters: 3/? | Words: 9k

Canon divergence where after she is turned fae, Elain and Lucien immediately form a close attachment, but Lucien has deeply conflicting feelings about Elain’s age. (whispers in ur ear ITS ELUCIEN DDLG)

˖ ݁ . ─ Sugar 💗👼🏼

Chapters: 1/2 | Words: 5.2k

Modern second chance AU where Elain and Lucien broke up but oh noo they adopted a cat together so they have to keep in touch wcgw

˖ ݁ . ─ As If It Could Be Any Other Way 💗✔️👼🏼

One-shot | Words: 2.5k

In which Graysen didn’t end his engagement to Elain but on the day of their wedding, things don’t go to plan. Enter stage left: Lucien “im getting my mate back” Vanserra.

aka when one groom-left-at-the-altar-for-mate-by-archeron-sister scenario per book series just isn’t enough

˖ ݁ . ─ Your Protector 👼🏼

Chapters: 1/5 | Words: 1.5k

What would possess the exiled Lucien Vanserra to cross the border into Autumn Court?

When Elain has a vision of her mate, tortured and bloody in the infamous dungeons beneath the Forest House, she immediately finds she had the power to winnow all along. She just needed the proper motivation.

But there is one thing she didn’t consider: how will she get them both out alive?

˖ ݁ . ─ Lucien Vanserra and the Green-Eyed Monster 💗✔️👼🏼

Chapters: 2/2 | Words: 15k

When Graysen asks Elain on a date after 6 months of pining after him, she’s thrilled. But when they end up at the FunSpot arcade dive bar and Graysen is turning out to be less of a match than she thought, Elain luckily hits it off with the red-haired bartender who has no qualms about hitting on her in front of her date. Who will she end the night with?! (Spoiler: it’s Lucien)

˖ ݁ . ─ Meet Your Mate 💗✔️👼🏼

One-shot | Words: 6.7k

Jesminda knew it had been a risk, convincing her long-term boyfriend Lucien that he should loosen up and invite his unaccepted mate over for a threesome. Maybe risk was an understatement.

AKA Jesminda is tired of dating Lucien who is denying his mating bond with Elain, so she gets the mates together to force them to acknowledge the strength of their bond (read: fuck).

In fic jail:

˖ ݁ . ─ Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble 💗✔️😡 (needs some work so im hiding it while i update)

Five years ago, Lucien left the love of his life inexplicably with barely a goodbye.

Now, his job has seemingly brought him back to his hometown of Salem, Massachusetts—where Elain still lives—just in time for Halloween.

Will they be able to exorcise the demons of their past? Or will they be doomed to walk the haunted halls of each other’s memories forever?

[wifegideonnav]

gonna be honest i don’t know how many more ‘enter the 6 digit code we sent to your phone’s i got left in me

[acourtdelaluna]

Another teaser for my fellow sister wives of Lucien... 🤭

ABS ABS ABS ABS

[miwaoko-deactivated20240502]

♱ baby phat ss09 ♱

[unalivejournal]

Stresses me out so bad when authors who obviously don't drink write characters drinking. Omfg girl he is like 27 shots deep.

[clockwork-ashes]

i just think it would be so sexy of elain to cut her hair. she should give it a nice chop, let those curls brush her shoulders.

[ephemeralsyzygy]

[novaaa1]

A photo of Gregory Peck from the movie Days of Glory (1944)!

[anastmeko]

[thesunlovesthestar]

Nuala and Cerridwen week!!!

art by me;)

[vibrantessence]

[ubuyo]

liking a character from a thing you don’t like

[transsexualgriffith]

i love sibling estrangement as horror. Only one person in the entire world has been through what youve been through and they deny it . Awesome

[anastmeko]

[coffinvows]

coterie having fun

not canon but this is what happens after a week of no session in the groups brain

[eatsbooks]

renascence

characters: tamlin, iphigenia belrose (female oc)

pairing: tamlin/iphigenia (tamgenia)

rating: explicit

word count: 12.1k/55k

warnings: referenced sexual slavery, referenced sexual abuse, internalized misogyny, externalized misogyny

summary: after being liberated from her bodily servitude to the high lord of autumn, iphigenia belrose takes refuge in the derelict spring court alongside her savior: the high lord of spring himself, tamlin. together, they claw their way towards their new beginning.

a/n: all my love and a million forehead kisses to my dana wana @olenvasynyt for beta reading<3 just a snippet for tung|r dot hell but you can find the full chapter on ao3 if ! ur nasty

tag list: @rarephloxes @hybernian @themadmorrigan @the-darkestminds @queercontrarian @theknittingoracle (if u want on / off pls Imk ! )

chapter nine: patience

In that same village, Lord Tamlin decides to stay later than is their norm to lend hand in the construction of a barn. There is a cloudburst gathering in the ether, set to break in the days to come. Nothing disastrous but of length enough to cause discomfort to anything caught in it unsheltered. The lamb, as it would seem, has thoroughly charmed him.

"Miach can take you back," he informs her, rolling first the one sleeve up his forearm, then the next. "He's readying to go now."

Iphigenia keeps her eyes squarely on his. "I'd like to stay," she tells him. "I've only the windows of the temple left to finish." Then, with a blink, "If it would not pose undue burden to you, my lord."

Lord Tamlin gathers his hair behind his head, uncaring to secure the few strands which fall to frame his face in the mellow wind. He regards her as he ties it off into a knot.

"You want to stay," he says.

"Yes," she replies, a frown faint at her mouth. "I want to stay."

He nods once, then turns for the gathering of males already at work constructing the frame. "That's all you had to say."

Iphigenia scrunches her nose at his back.

As if it is so simple a thing for her anymore—to want something and thus to have it.

[mogitz]

These two are up to no good.