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summary: The story follows Elain's journey back to the Mortal Lands, where she must confront her past and present. She isn't alone on this journey; her mate accompanies her as they navigate their feelings and the effects of their bond, striving not to let the mating bond interfere too much with their actions and emotions. Lucien, just like Elain, must face his own memories of the past and uncertainties about the future. He eventually meets his biological father and struggles with the possibility of loving again after losing Jesminda, who took a piece of his heart with her. Can Elain heal his broken heart, or will their paths in the end part?

warnings: childhood trauma, negative thoughts, doubts, trauma (rated E) other ships mentioned: Feysand, Nessian, Emorie, Gwyn & Balthazar and Azris

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chapter overview: Prologue • Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 8 • Chapter 9 • Chapter 10 • Chapter 11 • Chapter 12 • Chapter 13 • Chapter 14 • Chapter 15 • Chapter 16 • Chapter 17 • Chapter 18 • Chapter 19 • Epilogue

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MY FAVOURITE FIC OF ALL THAT I HAVE WRITTEN OFC YOU MAY HAVE MORE

But the greatest thing in the entire room, the one that demanded the most attention, was the woman who lounged upon an emerald silk lounge. Draped in emeralds and gold, with her golden curls spilling down her shoulders and over her breasts. Wearing a silk green dress, with a tight bodice swirled with shimmering flowers and vines. When Nesta looked closer at the design, the recognised the flowers from Elain’s garden, all highly poisonous. 

Her black lipped mouth curled into a sinister grin. Eyes shining like deep forests. Pale skin glowing like the light of the moon. Belladonna Ashdown, mother of Morrigan Ashdown, took in Nesta Archeron, drinking in every stitch of fabric, shifting ever so slightly, Nesta became keenly aware of the white ribbon tied around her neck, with stains of dark red splattered across some part, the edges fraying as if it had been torn in half. 

It reminded Nesta of her Valkyrie ribbon. 

“Lovely Death,” Belladonna murmured, tasting the words like sweet wine on her tongue, “Please take a seat.”

Another snippet, cause I wanna rave about this

Tamlin flopped down beside the Fox. Placing his fiddle down gently on the grass beside him. 

They started to talk, but their voices became muffled. The edges of Elain’s vision started to darken. The sunny sky began to fade, turning a dark grey colour. The wind felt colder, and the air had a deep chill to it. 

A voice rang through the world, a cry that shattered the fantasy of pristine paradise. 

Don’t let anyone take what’s yours. 

Rivers ran red. The sky was blackened from smoke. Screaming and cries of agony filled the lands. 

Red hair was wet with blood, it dripped down his dark skin, his metal eye clicked furiously. A scream ripped from Lucien’s throat, a blood-curdling cry of despair and anguish. He was begging and pleading to anyone or anything that might hear him. 

And the fiddle player, the Spring Lord, Tamlin, was in his arms. Bloodied and bruised, his chest torn open and splayed out. Vines clambered up around his limbs, wrapped tightly around his skin, framing him in plant life that slowly began to shrivel away. Nesting in amongst the gore covered vines and flowering plants, was a stone carved to resemble a heart. 

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elain x lucien | warnings: none | masterlist | ao3

Waking up with Elain in his arms has become a habit he never wants to not have in his life anymore. It is the perfect start into the day. 

A day full of woodchopping with Jurian. He promised to help, but he obviously can’t say no now, even if all he wants to do is stay here, in bed, with Elain in his arms.

A week has passed since she has brought him to tears with her words. A week where he has only fallen more and more in love with her.

So it would be an understatement to say that it pains him that he has to leave the cosy and slightly toasty comfort of their bed. It technically is his bed, but telling by how much she loves to be in it, Lucien deems it right to call it their bed.

If he could, he would freeze time right at this moment. Everything feels so right and good, and he doesn’t want a single thing to change. He just wants to be here, with her in his arms. His heart is at ease and feels full of life and love. There are things that are on his mind —Helion and Koschei— but when she is with him his mind can rest and he can allow himself to forget about all his worries. His fears. Fears of rejection and pain. When he is with Elain, he feels seen, loved, validated. He feels good.

Eventually, however, he pulls himself up, leaving the warmth of the bed and Elain— of course, not before kissing the side of her head. Elain grumbles some incomprehensible words, her voice groggy with sleep and buries her face in the crook of her elbow before falling right back asleep.

Lucien has to chuckle, his hand brushing down her waist before pulling the blanket up to her shoulder. "I‘ll be back soon."

The air outside is still crisp, but the scent of winter has been replaced by those of dewy grass, damp earth and a hint of sweetness coming from the early wildflowers — crocuses as Elain explained to him.

The light of the early morning sun filters through the canopy of trees above their heads, bathing the forest in a soft, yellow-greenish hue. Lucien knows Elain would love it here right now and the sole thought of her makes him smile, he just can’t avoid it.

His axe hoisted over his shoulder, Jurian glances at his friend as they reach the clearing where the big trunk of wood is waiting for the smaller chunks to be cut. The former general catches sight of the smile on Lucien’s face and grins. "I think I have never seen you this happy before, Vanserra."

Lucien’s brow lifts in silent surprise at how observant his friend is. He opens his mouth to answer, but Jurian beats him to it. "I‘m glad things are finally going in the right direction between the two of you. She is good for you."

"Thank you," Lucien answers, honestly surprised over his friend’s kind words, and a sheepish smile blooms on his lips.

"And you are good for her. I can see how much she has flourished since coming here and being with you. She was like a flower withering in winter, and now she is a ray of sunshine."

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elain x lucien | warnings: explicit content | masterlist | ao3

Elain‘s back bows off the bed as Lucien‘s tongue dives deep into her, her knees wobbly, mind foggy with passion and heat. The two of them have lost every sense of time and space — they only know that they haven’t left this room in a long, long time. Days, weeks, months, years. Millenia probably.

Apart from short breaks where they slept, ate or talked for a bit, they have mostly been making love. Mostly in bed, but occasionally also on every other surface available in their room. A chair was broken in their frenzy. The bed is starting to groan more and more each time their bodies come together, every time their souls collide and erupt in something akin to bright sunlight.

"Lucien," Elain cries out and in a desperate attempt to reach for something to hold onto, she tangles her fingers into Lucien’s hair. He growls against her centre when she tugs sharply, the vibrations of it coursing through her. Release once again crashes into her with a sharp impact and she dissolves into bliss.

Lucien’s idea to clean up afterwards is only half successful. They make it to the bath, and they even bathe. Yet when Lucien rises to leave the tub and wants to gather a towel for his mate, his gaze falls on Elain, still sitting down, her eyes hooded, desire shimmering brightly in the deep brown.

Their bodies move almost of their own accord, fast and frenzied.

Kneeling in front of him, Elain looks up at her mate through her lashes, her lips, swollen from all the kisses and damp with saliva and bath water, parted. "You are so beautiful," she breathlessly expresses and her hand curls around the shaft of his length. Elain kisses the crown of his cock before her lips part around him and she takes him into her mouth — a first for her. She has never done this before, but the way he looks at her gives her confidence. Her lips fasten around him as she takes him deeper, starting to bob her head.

Lucien’s eyes roll back in his head when he throws his head back, long hair shifting over his shoulders with the movement. He tries to keep his thrusts shallow, his hips still in order to not gag her, to not fuck her face.

Still, Elain’s eyes start to water when the broad crown of his length hits the back of her mouth and she gags. Coughs. But she doesn’t stop. 

Using her lips and eventually also her hand together, she looks up at him. Lucien is a sight for sore eyes — his sculpted chest, the plains of muscles, are coated in a thin film of sweat that makes his dark skin shimmer in the dim light. His head is thrown back, the tendons in his throat standing out when he swallows roughly. And as if he can feel her gaze on him, a sensual grin breaks out on his lips, and slowly he lowers his chin to his chest.

Eventually, he meets her gaze — his eyes are twin flames of passion. Of hunger and fire.

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general Elucien tag list  @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @ladyelain @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional @moonlightazriel @brekkershadowsinger @sunshinebingo @gracie-rosee @a-frog-with-a-laptop @aayo-whatt @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @thelovelymadone @berryzxx @jules-writes-stories @bookishbroadwaybish @the-darkestminds @goldenmagnolias @isnotwhatyourethinking

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elain x lucien | warnings: explicit content | masterlist | ao3

The morning comes earlier than expected, its light, soft and silvery, slipping through the window and casting a delicate glow upon Elain’s skin as Lucien lets his fingers dance over her arms. The air wafting in through the half open window still carries the scent and chill of winter with a fresh note of the soon arriving spring. But beneath the blanket they share it is soothingly warm, a little toasty even, but Lucien couldn’t care less.

At some point throughout the night, his hand found hers under the cover, fingers carefully and tentatively brushing as if they were still getting used to being so intimate with one another, before he entangled his fingers with hers.

“Good morning, my lady,“ Lucien says in a voice barely above a whisper, his tone still raspy from sleeping. Elain turns in his arms, a lazy smile on her lips as her eyes linger on his face, tracing all the lines and edges of his features with quiet admiration as if he is the most beautiful male she has ever seen in her entire life. It almost draws tears to the Vanserra’s eyes and his throat bobs with a rough swallow.

“Good morning, Lucien Vanserra,“ she hums in a singy voice, the smile not fading from her lips. “It’s quite toasty in here.“ But she doesn’t remove the blanket and she also doesn’t move away. Elain only sticks one foot out of the covers, wiggling her toes when they are exposed to the cool air of the room.

“Did you sleep well?“

“Like a babe.“ Her smile turns into a grin and Lucien is taken right back to the moment in the kitchen. The moment in the kitchen after they—

“I could feel you. That night…after you warmed my bath water. I could feel you. Everything you did. It was like you were in the room with me. Was this the bond’s doing? Was this possible through the bond?“ Elain’s cheeks turn from rosy to a deep red and now a grin appears on Lucien’s lips as well, at her straightforward question. 

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elain x lucien | warnings: injuries, fear | masterlist | ao3

"Stop crying!" Elain commands herself over and over again after having allowed herself a moment of weakness, of vulnerability, her voice sharp as hot tears dwell in her eyes and roll down her cheeks. She clenches her fists, planting her knees firmly. Straightening her shoulders, she lifts her chin and inhales a steadying breath. "Stop crying and focus."

Maybe she's weak, maybe her weakness has made her pathetic. But not now. Not today. Today, she's going to save her mate’s life. Today, she will prove herself to everyone who ever doubted her. Most importantly, she will prove it to herself — to that cruel part of her mind that whispers all those awful things. This ends now. She is no longer weak and pitiful. She will save Lucien. She will save her mate, because he deserves nothing more than to survive. To live.

All the power needed was borne out of this sheer will and need to keep her mate safe and tend to his wounds. The entire journey back to the manor is a blur of effort, as she struggles to keep him close and upright — far from an easy task. Lucien is a tall male, so much taller than her, and he is heavy, nothing but muscles adorning his large frame. Every step is a challenge, and he does what he can to help, clinging to Elain as they make their way through the forest, through the thicket and the dewy grass. His full weight presses against her, and through the bond, she can sense his frustration. He despises the fact that she has to work so hard to support him. But along with that frustration, she can also feel his gratitude, his thankfulness. 

Never ever will he be alone. Not with her as his mate, Elain knows this. She won’t leave him alone again. They have each other now. 

And never in her wildest dreams would she leave him behind as Lucien had suggested during her first attempt to pull him up to his feet. She would sooner die than leave him alone in the forest, bleeding out, facing his final moments.

“Only a few more metres,” Elain expresses through clenched teeth, her breathing hard and ragged, her chest aching as cold air whooshes in and out of her lungs. Lucien’s low groans and noises of pain are the only sounds filling her ears. But she keeps pushing forward, further and further until they truly make it back to the manor. She is drenched in sweat by the time she reaches the door, out of breath, but a kernel of pride flickers to life within her – she made it. Lucien is safe!

Vassa and Jurian are immediately there to catch Lucien from her trembling arms, helping her get him inside and laying him down in his bed on the first floor. The pink sofa in the parlour wouldn’t be big enough and Lucien could fall off – a risk they won’t take.

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elain x lucien | warnings: none really, except for a fight between siblings and sad thoughts | masterlist | ao3

She has to get out of the Night Court and go back to the Mortal Lands. She doesn’t want to leave her sisters, her family, but if she stays a moment longer in a court full of darkness and power, she will lose her will to live. Velaris is beautiful, Elain can see this, knows this, but she also knows this is not the place for her to be. She often feels invisible here. No one truly sees her here, she doesn’t fit in. She doesn’t belong here. 

Elain knows that she finally has to go her own way. She has always be dependent on her parents, on her father, on her sisters, on Feyre’s hunting skills, now on Rhys and the life he provides for her here. But it is time that this stops. It is time for her to find her own place in the fae world. It is finally time she does her own thing. To thrive and grow on her own and if she stays here, in the Night Court, this will never happen. She has to go back and start from the very beginning.

“It was his idea.” Not a question. A statement. And it makes Elain‘s chin quiver with anger. So does the look on Nesta’s face. Her chin is held high, her lips pressed in a thin line, eyes full of disbelief and worry. Elain can only glower at her sister, who seems unaffected by it. Nesta only points a finger at the door outside which Lucien is waiting to let the family talk alone. Nesta’s accusation is spoken both in reprimand and warning.

Elain’s fingers curl towards her palm. “It was my idea, Nesta. Only mine, Lord Lucien knew nothing about it,” she firmly says, her lips pressed in a thin line. “I don’t think I can be — I need time away from here. I want to leave the Night Court.”

“But you have never been—” Nesta starts, but Elain cuts her off.

“That is true. I have never been alone or on my own, and I won’t be alone this time. I have Lord Lucien Vanserra with me. And apart from that, I am old enough to do things on my own, I don’t constantly need you watching over me like a hawk.” Elain’s voice has risen so much that it catches the attention of everyone present in the dining room of the River House. Elain hates how everyone is ogling here, like she is a picture in Feyre’s art gallery. 

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