Eluciey

Silence in green

You can support the artwork here: Elucien Day: 1 Heartbeat

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

@elucienweekofficial

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. 😉💜

Absolutely no one

In Fading Hush of Eden Lost // an elucien story by ehoney

Chapter 7: Heather

Lucien, too tenderly, took the thick of her hair in his broad palm and brushed it over her shoulder. The movement was laggardly. Unhurried.

As if war itself couldn’t rush this experience for him.

He slipped the apron around her, tying it delicately at her neck first. His hands did not fumble now. They were too precise. Too attentive. Too holy in their purpose. When he moved to the lower ties, drawing them loosely over her waist, Elain’s heart began beating in overdrive.

Because after he had finished the knot there, Lucien’s hand shifted. Slowly, softly lingering on the supple curve of her hip.

She could feel his eyes boring into the pale expanse of her neck. She could feel the fragility of her breaths- and the deepness of his own.

“Lucien,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Elain,” he rasped back.

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 1: Heartbeat

Thump, thump, thump. 

Lucien set down his quill, ink smeared on his thumb. He uncurled his back and turned around, seeking out the sound. He placed a hand upon his sternum, trying to decipher if it was his own heart. 

Thump, thump, thump. 

He stood, walking around his Velaris apartment to test where the sound was loudest. He ended up at his front door, the heartbeat pounded from behind the wood, like an insistent knock. 

Thump, thump, thump.

He turned the knob, the hinges creaking as he revealed her, soaking wet and with a request glimmering in her brown eyes.

We’re so excited to see what you’ve all been working on, and to spend the week celebrating Elain and Lucien as a community!

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"shall i tend to my little garden forever?"

Hi!! Out of all the pieces you've created for past elucien weeks, would you tell us which one was your favorite to work on? 👀

Hi LB!!

Out of all of them, I think this was my favorite, but also one of my most challenging ones! I had never really done a stained glass piece, nor did I know how to really achieve that look. It took several days and a ton of references, but it was also very relaxing and methodical in its own way. I had fun trying to blend spring and fall colors and themes between them. I hope maybe next Elucien week I can attempt something like this again and see if I can do better!

hiiiiiii lovely!! just sliding into your DMs to give you this @elucienweekofficial bracelet!! you're such a supremely talented artist and i'm so glad to have met you!! this fandom is a better place with you in it!!! 💛💛💛💛

chaol!!! tysm!! 🥹🩷💞💕💓💗💝💘💖💓