A slow burn, regency reimagining of Prythian, written for @elucienweekofficial 2026 • Day 4: Arranged Marriage • AO3
After two years out of society, Elain Archeron is determined to find a husband.
When she meets Viscount Graysen Nolan, she falls head over heels, and with his proposal all but guaranteed, everything feels as though it’s falling right into place.
Until it falls apart.
Facing ruin or a life on the shelf, an out-of-the-blue offer of marriage from Prince Lucien Vanserra, Duke of Glenacre, turns her world upside down.
Now married to a man she barely knows while nursing her heartbreak over the one she’d planned her life with, Elain must contend with lust, lies, and longing to find the one thing she’s wanted all along: love.
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“But if they’re blessed, they’ll find their mate—their equal, their match in every way. High Fae wed without the mating bond, but if you find your mate, the bond is so deep that marriage is … insignificant in comparison.”
Day Four - Arranged Marriage for @elucienweekofficial
Happy @elucienweekofficial my loves! 🦊🌸 And during my birthday month too? It really feels like a gift. 🥹💛
I’m so excited for the upcoming books and (hopefully!) finally getting more of Lucien and Elain’s story. Their romance has some of my favorite tropes of all time. Give me reluctant mates, yearning, longing, impossible circumstances, and a slow burn that actually earns its payoff every single time.
SJM has said she was going to create tension before the healing, and that’s exactly what we’ve all be waiting for. Every obstacle in their story exists to make that eventual moment when they choose each other even better. That’s the magic of a slow burn, the longing makes the payoff unforgettable.
So this beautiful piece of art felt like the perfect one to share for Elucien Week. 💛☀️And when these two finally come together? The fire Elain is destined to feel is going to burn so beautifully. 🔥✨
A huge thank you to v_fisch03 for capturing the longing, tension, and absolute hotness between these two so perfectly. Your ability to bring emotion is incredible. It’s genuinely so beautiful, and I’m so grateful you share your talent with this fandom.It’s always a pleasure working with you. 💛
I tend to write little snippets without clear direction or thought. I wrote this awhile ago, heavily edited it this morning, and decided why not? I’ll share.
So here’s my drabble / contribution for Elucien Week Day 3 Peak Yearning!
Title: Any Other Day
To set the stage: Lucien and Elain have worked together for months towards getting the peace treaty signed between the humans and Prythian courts. With the treaty complete, and Lucien telling Rhys he can no longer be his emissary, Lucien and Elain seem to be going down separate paths. Here’s the night before Elain’s return to Velaris.
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“Any other day,” Lucien whispered, taking a step closer. Daring to breathe in her scent. Gods, that jasmine and honey scent would bring him to his knees if he didn’t concentrate on the words he needed to get out.
In all these months working together, traveling courts and sleeping under the same roof, there has been barely a graze of the hand or press of shoulders. His hands, constantly clenched so hard indentations were forming on his palms, had been kept to himself.
But now on the eve of her return to Night Court, he finally reached for her. He gently grasped both of her upper arms, pulling himself closer to her as his hands ran down her arms and clasped her hands. He let out a breath of relief as she squeezed his hands in encouragement, and he couldn’t help but bend so low that his nose nearly grazed hers. He thought his chest might give out from how tight the bond was pulling, how that thread strained nearly to the point of snapping. The bond seemed to whisper just a little closer in his ear, to close that gap between their lips. He knew any more touch between them and he’d erupt in light and wind and whatever other magic she seemed to bring out of him. His jaw tightened as he willed himself to restrain.
“Any other day,” he repeated. “I would let it be. It’s always been your choice when it comes to us.”
Us. Cauldron boil him, there was an us between them. He wondered if the thread was yanking as hard in her chest as it was for him. If her knees were dangerously wobbling like his.
Those fawn brown eyes met his own. Those eyes were home, achingly reminiscent of the Autumn Court’s canopies with amber and forest green speckled across that lovely brown. He was instantly brought back to memories of afternoons laying on the forest floor staring above as the sunbeams filtered and shifted with each flutter of the changing leaves. That day in Hybern, when their eyes first locked, he had been transported to his long-lost memories of home. He had known then what she was to him.
She was his home. His mate. His heart twinged painfully at the thought that perhaps she would never consider him her home, and maybe she yearned to return to Velaris. To whomever waited for her there.
“But I’ve spent my whole life just letting things happen to me. And I can’t let this just happen to me too without saying something. So, I’m begging you. Please stay. Be with me. Don’t go back.”
When I was in sixth grade, we were in the middle of switching classes. My best friend (who is STILL one of my best friends by the way!) and I were waiting to be let into History class, and the class before us was going over their allotted time. Being typical eleven-year-olds, we passed the time by staring intently into each other’s eyes and describing what we saw.
I have brown-ish hazel-ish eyes. Some might say fawn brown. She told me that my eyes reminded her of autumn leaves because I have green and yellow dots in my eyes. It was so poetic and profound that it took be aback.
Over 20 years later, I still think about that every time I look in the mirror and put my contacts in. I doubt she remembers ever saying that, but it’s a core memory for me.
So when it came time for Lucien to describe Elain’s eyes, I had to borrow from my bestie.
A few people have mentioned they like how Lucien describes Elain’s eyes, and I had to share this story because it is also my favorite part of my drabble too. It reminds me of my friend and her kindness 💕
I tend to write little snippets without clear direction or thought. I wrote this awhile ago, heavily edited it this morning, and decided why not? I’ll share.
So here’s my drabble / contribution for Elucien Week Day 3 Peak Yearning!
Title: Any Other Day
To set the stage: Lucien and Elain have worked together for months towards getting the peace treaty signed between the humans and Prythian courts. With the treaty complete, and Lucien telling Rhys he can no longer be his emissary, Lucien and Elain seem to be going down separate paths. Here’s the night before Elain’s return to Velaris.
—
“Any other day,” Lucien whispered, taking a step closer. Daring to breathe in her scent. Gods, that jasmine and honey scent would bring him to his knees if he didn’t concentrate on the words he needed to get out.
In all these months working together, traveling courts and sleeping under the same roof, there has been barely a graze of the hand or press of shoulders. His hands, constantly clenched so hard indentations were forming on his palms, had been kept to himself.
But now on the eve of her return to Night Court, he finally reached for her. He gently grasped both of her upper arms, pulling himself closer to her as his hands ran down her arms and clasped her hands. He let out a breath of relief as she squeezed his hands in encouragement, and he couldn’t help but bend so low that his nose nearly grazed hers. He thought his chest might give out from how tight the bond was pulling, how that thread strained nearly to the point of snapping. The bond seemed to whisper just a little closer in his ear, to close that gap between their lips. He knew any more touch between them and he’d erupt in light and wind and whatever other magic she seemed to bring out of him. His jaw tightened as he willed himself to restrain.
“Any other day,” he repeated. “I would let it be. It’s always been your choice when it comes to us.”
Us. Cauldron boil him, there was an us between them. He wondered if the thread was yanking as hard in her chest as it was for him. If her knees were dangerously wobbling like his.
Those fawn brown eyes met his own. Those eyes were home, achingly reminiscent of the Autumn Court’s canopies with amber and forest green speckled across that lovely brown. He was instantly brought back to memories of afternoons laying on the forest floor staring above as the sunbeams filtered and shifted with each flutter of the changing leaves. That day in Hybern, when their eyes first locked, he had been transported to his long-lost memories of home. He had known then what she was to him.
She was his home. His mate. His heart twinged painfully at the thought that perhaps she would never consider him her home, and maybe she yearned to return to Velaris. To whomever waited for her there.
“But I’ve spent my whole life just letting things happen to me. And I can’t let this just happen to me too without saying something. So, I’m begging you. Please stay. Be with me. Don’t go back.”
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For Elucien Week 2026, I'm sharing a drabble a day to match each prompt. Historically, drabbles are 100-word stories, meant to challenge writers at brief, succinct story telling. Feel free to join me and share your elucien drabbles too!
Day 3: Peak Yearning
Lucien held the air at the bottom of his lungs until it physically pained him. He exhaled with a shudder, clenching his fists as he straightened his spine. He kept his eyes forward, looking her way but not directly at her, calculating her distance and speed as she approached, her head bowed as she clutched the basket hanging on her arm. He hoped she couldn’t hear his heart anymore because now it hammered in his chest, his cheeks flushing with nervous anticipation as he curled his lips in a welcoming smile. She didn't smile back, passing him without a word.
I didn’t get to finish this piece I was working on, in time for today, but I thought I’d share the unfinished version anyway!! Obviously most of it is just sketches and the painting isn’t finished (you can see by how Lucien is just flat colour and Elain is half finished 🥲) but I hope you guys like it anyway and hopefully I’ll finish it one day !!!
It’s based on my favourite scene from pride and prejudice, the movie always gives me elucien vibes, with how Elizabeth is avoidant of Darcy (even telling him he’s the last man on earth she would marry…very much giving “I don’t want a mate”), yet he yearns for her.
The hand flex scene is iconic and I can totally see something like that happening with Elucien and I can’t wait !!!
Elain refused to rush as she knelt, keeping her gaze respectfully on the polished marble floor – partly because she wanted to hide the defiance that burned in her eyes, but also because he was difficult to look at directly. He blinded her.
Lucien was the new High Lord of the Day Court – fresh, untested, and yet to host an orgy. The citizens of Day were deeply curious about the outsider from the Autumn and Spring Courts, a child conceived of sun and fire and the rare love of a mating bond.
Elain had heard the courtiers tittering behind their hands. They said he was insatiable – feral, but also far more private than Helion had been. The Day Fae considered sex to be a communal activity – but not Lucien. He did things differently.
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A big thank-you to @fierling for being an amazing beta reader once again.
Day 2: 70s Disco - we used the Barbie Movie as inspiration and told the beautiful perfect wonderful sexy smart @qwillaart gave us this beautiful perfect wonderful sexy smart art piece
@the-lonelybarricade and I are so grateful for you AND we think your friendship is just sublime
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I love how so many people think of Calanmai and the absolute ferocity these two will share during that time!!
I have a fic in the works that this image is based off of! I was debating on doing an image or a fic, so I decided one could be for feral day and the other for 'revival' day!
I absolutely love the idea of Elan and Lucien losing all inhibitions and giving into their most base and primal need for each other, without the thought of propriety!
We all love a good Vampire AU (I know I do) and I thought it would be a fitting twist on the "heartbeat" prompt this week! Stay tuned for more art from me this week and make sure you check out @elucienweekofficial for tons more art, moodboards, playlists, fanfiction, etc!!
When you’re nearly 39 weeks pregnant, living at the epicenter of the parasite outbreak, and have the most polluted air in the world due to wildfire smoke
Hello everyone!!! And Happy Day 1 of Elucien week!!! The Prompt for today is Heartbeat so I created a sweet little fic for you all of Elain and Lucien finding out that they're expecting their first child together. I hope you all enjoy it! And I can't wait to celebrate this week with all of you!
Sunlight streamed through the open windows of the nursery, her hand pressing firmly against the swell of her stomach as she felt her daughter's kicks pressing against her palm, quietly laughing taking a seat in the rocking chair beside the sunniest of the windows, letting the sunlight was over them, the sunflowers in the nursery turning towards the light soaking up its rays as Elain closed her eyes, letting herself feel everything about this moment.
"Isn't that the most beautiful sight." A voice mused, a smile pulling at her lips as she popped one eye open, Lucien entering the room, sunlight dancing around him as he knelt down, his hand going to her swollen abdomen as their daughter nudged towards his hand, sending him a swift kick in greeting as a grin split between his lips.
"Why, hello to you too, my littlest sunflower. I hope you didn't give your mother too much trouble today."
She glanced at him a smile playing over her own lips as his hand roamed over the confides of her stomach, their daughter following the path of his hand. She had always been more active when they were all together.
"She's restless today. I swear she takes after you that way." She teased him as Lucien gave a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to her abdomen.
"She's probably running out of room in there and is eager to see the outside world, she only has three weeks left after all." Lucien countered.
"Trust me. She reminds me the closer we get to her due date."
Elain winced slightly as their daughter sent a swift kick to her ribs in protest as Lucien tsked,
"Be kinder to your mother, sunflower. She's eager to meet you too. We all are."
"Especially your grandfather." She mused, a knowing smile playing over Lucien's lips,
"i think he's just eager to have a grandchild to spoil, Mother knows the pegasi are eager for her to make her arrival as well."
She smiled at that as their hands interlocked together, her head cocking to the side as she asked,
"Do you remember the day we found out we were having her?"
The day started off as any other, Elain rose with the dawn, energized by the first rays of light, as she made her way to the cozy kitchen her and Lucien had designed together, ready to start her day.
It had been a decade. A decade since she had found out that her and Lucien were mates. Seven years since they had set off to the continent together, since those walls they had built up around their bond came crashing down, and their love slowly started to bloom. And then they had argued, about the bond, their feelings for one another. And when she had told him she had always wanted a husband, not a mate. He had simply answered with “the. Be my wife instead.”
She had blinked at him, taken aback by his response as he had cradled her hand within his own. Saying that it had taken him a while to figure out why he had went through what he went through. But when he looked at her, he knew. And if loving her meant being her husband instead of her mate, then he would gladly take the honor of that being his title instead.
She had kissed him then. That love blossoming between them as they had consummated their love in those woods that night. And had married in the tulip fields of the continent three days later. She had never remembered feeling happier.
And then five years ago, when all the dust settled, when everything was finally over, he had been offered a place here in the Day Court. His father, his true one, wanting nothing more than to know him if that was what Lucien had wanted.
They had talked about it, about what accepting the offer might lead to. The responsibility that would be placed on both of them now that she was his wife. That one day she might inherit the title of High Lady. Similar to how Feyre was High Lady.
He told her he wouldn’t subject her to that if that was not what she wished. But when she considered it. Considered him and the life they could have together. She had realized that there was no where else she would rather be than at his side.
And when they had made their farewells, her giving a tear filled goodbye to her sisters promising that no matter where the world took them that they would always be each other’s sisters. They had promised that they would always have a place in each other’s worlds. And perhaps that was enough.
Then three years ago, after various nights at the Day Court. After they both had grown into their roles here and had found a place not too far from where Helion resided, Lucien claiming that they needed their own space. She had asked him to make a meal with her.
They had grown accustom to this. Making their own food together so that there was no accidental accepting of their mating bond. She had turned to him then, mixing bowl in her hands as she asked him if they could make it together.
He had swallowed then, asking her if she was sure as she nodded, tears prickling the corner of her eyes as he had pressed a kiss to her lips, and then for behind her to help mix the batter.
Their hands working in tandem as they always had done and would continue to do, as she lifted the whisk between them, the batter dripping from it as he leaned forward, his tongue flickering out to taste the batter as a fire consumed his gaze. Using that same talented tongue to taste her as their frenzy began on that kitchen counter.
A soft blush painted her cheeks remembering that day as she pulled out the contents of what she wanted to make for breakfast before she set down the eggs, bread, and sausages that she wanted to prepare for that morning, wanting to surprise her mate with breakfast that morning when the nausea rolled in, making her stomach roil as she threw open the windows to catch some semblance of fresh air.
The nausea had started a week ago, hitting Elain at strange times during the day as she fought the urge to vomit the contents of her breakfast, and sometimes her lunch or dinner depending when it swept in. It had always subsided before Elain truly started to worry about it, but now-now it felt as if the kitchen was surrounded by ungodly amounts of heat, and every smell assaulted her fae senses.
She fanned her face, pulling out a chair, her stomach still swept in nausea as she placed her head between her knees, fighting off the boasts of nausea that consumed her.
Soft footfalls sounded in the kitchen, alerting her to his presence.
"Elain." The gentle voice said, his scent surrounded her sweet apples and warm cinnamon engulfing her as she met her mate's gaze.
She pressed a hand to her mouth, that sickness still sweeping over her as tears prickled at the ducts of her eyes, feeling faint. The heat-it was damn near sweltering, and it wasn't even noun.
"I feel sick." She admitted to him, trying to breath through her nose, Lucien's reflexes kicking in as he swept a bin towards her and she hurled into it, emptying her stomach as his eyes swept over her in concern.
"I'll go fetch the healer." Lucien assured her, helping her out of her seat and leaning her against him so she could stand. A pilar of strength as he was in most things.
"But, the food-" She protested not sure why she did so as Lucien assisted her in standing, the world wobbling slightly on its axis as he kept her upright, sweeping her up into his arms, careful not to jostle her too much in case the nausea came back.
"I care more about you. Come now, we'll get you back into bed and I'll call on the healer to come examine you."
She nodded, letting Lucien guide her to their room, leaving the breakfast untouched as she swore she felt the sun on her back as they went.
"And how long have you been experiencing these bouts of nausea?" The healer inquired, her hands pressing to Elain's abdomen as she winced slightly at the touch, the healer taking note as she continued her ministrations.
"On and off for the past week." Elain answered, Lucien sitting on the chair by their bedside, clutching onto her hand as he watched the healer's hands work. marking where they touched. Seeming more protective of her than usual.
The healer hummed, pressing against a tender spot as Elain hissed, Lucien tensing at the sound.
"Is that sensitive?"
She nodded as the healer cocked her head,
"Do smells usually trigger these boasts of nausea?"
She nodded, the healer considering, as she continued,
"And your courses?"
Elain straightened, considering the question, she pondered this, counting back the weeks since she had last- she blanched, her hand pressed firmly against her abdomen. Lucien's eyes flickering to that hand, his metal eye whirling as he marked the gesture.
"Are you saying-"Lucien started, realization hitting him the same time as it hit Elain,
"I'm saying that there's a good chance that your mate isn't sick after all. If my suspicions are correct," The healer's eyes met Elain's own. "If my suspicions are correct, I think you might be pregnant."
Elain's breath caught in her throat, the words clinging through her, her hand pressing further into her abdomen, still flat as far as the eye could see, but if she focused, concentrated on her scent, she could tell the tattle tale signs of a new scent emerging.
Lucien, as if noting the change of her scent too, grasped one of her hands, squeezing it within his own in reassurance. His face one of wonder and awe and-
Joy. Pure utter joy that she had only seen in very rare moments with him, illuminating his face, swearing that she could see tears forming in his eyes, as his hand joined hers on her abdomen.
"I'd like to do a thorough examination to prove my suspicions."
Elain nodded, silent words passing between the two...
A child. She was with child, Her and Lucien's child. The future of this court growing within her as she felt the tell of the healer's magic working, an image projecting in a silhouette of golden light-
At first it was nothing, a blurred image that Elain had to focus on, before the image caught her eyes, her own breath catching as she focused on that image, focused on, and then there it was-her ears pounding with the force of it, Lucien's own gaze tearing from her own as his gaze flickered to that image, to that sound-
A heartbeat. Not one that belonged to Lucien or to her, but to the life they had created together. Their child. Wild and strong and full of light as they glanced at the image with awe.
"There they are, If my measurements are correct, i would say you're 7 to 8 weeks along. And everything with the babe looks good. Congratulations my lord and lady." She smiled, her gaze flickering towards them as they thanked her before she left the two alone, leaving the image projecting so they could look at it for a moment or two longer.
Tear prickled in her eyes, her laughter damn near infectious as she saw Lucien's own form. He pulled her in, pressing a kiss to her lips as their hands clutched together on her abdomen, settling on the life they had formed there as the light filtered through the room, the sound of their child's heartbeat in their ears as they listened to the steadiness of it's beating, their hands clutching together as their world expanded before them, like the sun breaking on the horizon.
Their hands clutched together now, lost in that moment at the joy of it as a shot of pain coursed through her, stealing her breath away as she squeezed Lucien's hand so tightly she was surprised that she hadn't hurt him, as she gasped out, the pain so sharp that it was damn near unbearable.
"Elain," He breathed, his spine straightening, his eyes scanning over every inch of her as her hand went to her abdomen, trying to inhale a few deep, calming breaths as another wave of pain hit her, as she bent over bracing herself against him for support, as she felt the tattle tell gushing between her thighs.
"I think-" She breathed through the pain, "I think our daughter is more eager to meet us than we originally thought-"
Her eyes widened, his gaze wild and panicked as Elain breathed,
"I think-I think my water just broke." She laughed through the pain, another contraction hitting her fast and hard as Lucien breathed,
"Okay, Okay. I'll call the healer." '
"Okay. " She breathed as he helped her out of the rocking chair, his eyes resting on hers as he squeezed her hand in reassurance.
"Let's go meet our daughter, Mate."
She nodded, leaning on him for support and they walked through their next journey of life together, eager to bring their daughter into this world as the sun embraced them as they walked towards that journey together.
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Soulmate is too soft a word for the string that tied my heart to yours.
@goghwilde , @miseryreads , & I wanted to kick things off with this beautiful artwork by @penpapernaiad. We absolutely love the way you drew them and showing the love and tenderness displayed by these characters.
Art 🎨 by @penpapernaiad
Commissioned by @goghwilde , @miseryreads , & myself
Characters belong to @sarahjmaas & @bloomsburypublishing
✨Please do not alter, edit, or use for anti content✨
I made this mini comic based on their first interaction in the House of Wind, where Elain tells Lucien that she can hear his heartbeat, but with some changes of my own. 😉💜
