Oh my God! 18 pages done!! This is my submission for @sjmromanceweek Day 6- Second chances. I took it as "Second chance at love and romance." Lucien's story with Jesminda is tragic, and his story of learning to love again, learning to open his heart again for his mate is something beautiful and I hope we get to see that journey for him and Elain together!
Fire on fire would normally kill us
But this much desire, together, we're winners
They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners
But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms
On a night when the veil in Autumn thins, Lucien Vanserra returns and seeks to wake the dead.
gentle forehead kisses for @eatsbooks and @olenvasynyt for beta reading and holding my hand through this one
preview below; read it on ao3 here !!
He reaches the gape of a cave.
A heretofore sure-footed step hesitates at the threshold. A boundary. The beat of his heart echoes through him; blood rushes at his ears. His eye, the metal-wrought, raises a cautionary click.
To most, it would appear an unassuming entrance—a cave-mouth like any other. But he catches what most would not: spiderwebbed threads of spellwork shining gossamer where they enmesh the entrance. Netting eager to make catch.
Disentangling them one at a time, he sets them aside, careful not to break them. Warm and cool in equal measure against the tips of his fingers, the magic has a frayed quality that suggests an agedness beyond any other he has encountered. He finishes with ease; it is quick work for him these days.
Rough of canvas against hands as he reaches into his pack. Rummaging. He withdraws a bouquet of marigolds, long-stemmed and freshly gathered. Deft fingers pluck a silk-smooth petal, then drop it at the threshold. Then, with an inhale and a tight nod, he steps inside.
And enters Autumn-Beneath.
The shift ripples through him, inverts darkly around him. In some ways it is not so different from the sensation of crossing the boundaries between courts—a marked change in the power that imbues all things. But this new magic, a sinistral twin to what lies above, holds in its aspect something festering and hungry. It crawls cold over his senses, unholy and untouched by the Mother. He disregards the fae instincts that urge him to turn back.
I keep on forgetting to post this on here but here’s a Jesminda art I commissioned! By the lovely and talented adduani on Instagram 🍁She captured all of the little details I included for my version of Jes: the colorful cicada wings, the scaled back, her beauty mark and gorgeous eyes! Most of these details are spoilers for my fanfic lmao but I don’t care I’m impatient and I love this girl!
happy happy birthday to local legend and beloved angel @olenvasynyt from lucien, jesminda, @buffy-vanserra, @jon-snows-man-bun, and me<3 you are such an integral, creative, magnanimous person in this fandom. we love perving out with you, and we hope you feel especially loved and cherished today. (thank you to @nyaar0n for bringing our birthday wishes to life in such precious form !!)
Double vanilla scoop Jesminda x Lucien with raspberries, cherries, and gummy bears! No pressure and it’s so cute you’re doing this!
Thank so much for the request!! I've never drawn Jesminda before but I really love all of the theories/headcanons that she was 'lesser fae' (I hate that term tho) so I decided to give her some extra fae features and wings 💛