#Elucien hc

[the-lonelybarricade]

Currently thinking about Lucien using his magic to make Elain her mating band ring. Heating and bending the metal with his hands, studying and dedicating himself to the craft so that he can make it perfect for her

[lady-of-tearshed]

I agree with all of your points! The longing and pining these two share is what drives the passion! It's that potential that exists between them that I am always intrigued by them. Both Lucien and Elain have gone through so much, to see them both have a HEA that they deserve would be wonderful! Thank you for sharing that with me! My favorite pairing? Ohh, I think all time favorite is Elucien. They're so different from all the other mated pairs we've seen, they have so much potential and their avoidance only makes me ship them harder! I also like Hunt and Bryce, I think I just liked their dynamic as well. I'm really growing towards Satharion as well! Tharion is one of my favorite CC characters! I think if I had to go crackship, if Lucien wasn't a character in ACOTAR, or if Elain wasn't already his mate, I'd probably be hard shipping Elain and Eris! I think her sunshine personality with his grumpy one would be adorable! She could bring out a softness to him that no one sees. That would be a fun ship! Ok my little precious, another question for you! What is one of your favorite HC for this couple? =D

Santa, Santa, Santa...

The more you talk, the more I'm having trouble to figure out who you might be...

Anyway, HIIII SANTA!

How are you? What's new? Hope everything is going okay for you!

I absolutely adored Hunt and Bryce in CC1 and CC2. CC3 just wasn't it for me, I didn't even finish this book, ik, shame on me. I'll come back to this book later.

Ooooh Eris, mhhh. I have so much things I could discuss about this man... He's just the perfect morally grey character, and I'm her for it. Elain indeed could bring out his softer side! Although, I will always wonder how did Nesta not fall into that male's bed- ARMS!! I meant arms, of course, ahem. I mean, I would've been swooned away by his words in that dance scene in ACOSAF. I think everyone in the Vanserra family (some of them in their own twisted way) have some kind of biteable energy that I crave.

Now, now, an Elucien HC... Again, I would go with something simple and talk about Lucien's jacket. Yes, I'm obsessed with this detail and I want to know what the hell Elain canonically did with it. But in my HC, she kept it; it just comforts her on her healing journey. Also, I think Elain and Lucien would not immediatly accept the mating bond. They would go through a real slow dating and discovering eachother journey at first. They would travel the world, talk, touch eachother (I think Elain would constantly be at Lucien's arm, and the self-control that male has to maintain... eeeek!) and I think they would cook A LOT together. Cooking would remain their number one activity to do with each other as a mated couple. Just imagine their house always having a little bit of flour or oats here and there, always smelling like freshly baked bread... Mhhh, yum.

Now, I think it's only fair that I ask a question too... to feed my curiosity of course. Is this your first time participating in the ACOTAR gift exchange?

Thank you for reaching out Santa! Take care! Muah!

[bonecarversbestie]

Some of my goofier Elucien headcanons:

Elain fakes visions, Lucien plays along with her gags 

Lucien lights a candle with his fingers and then sticks his finger in water and it goes tssss

Elain and Lucien eavesdrop on private conversations all day and have the juiciest gossip sessions over dinner

Lucien dyson air wraps Elain’s hair with his bare hands

Another hair related one: Elain uses Lucien’s shampoo without asking and he pretends to be mad(but he can’t stay mad at that face)

[acourtofelriels]

As much as I love Azriel's shadows, I really love the idea of them slowly starting to fade when he finds happiness for the first time in his life. I think he hasn't truly felt joy in 500 years.

Imagine this: Azriel is finally happy, deep in his soul, and the old bruised parts of himself begin to heal and he can finally step out of the darkness. He is sad to see his shadowy friends go, but he finds that he no longer needs them, because he's found love and acceptance with Elain. His heart is full, so he says goodbye to the shadows one by one as they fade away, until the last one finally disappears. He turns, and sees Elain walking towards him, glowing like the sun. And not one shadow can be found on Azriel's smiling face.

[intairnwetrust]

If it should be Elucien i NEED them to adopt a fox like Elain got two foxes. One fluffy, one sassy.

Excuse me how cute would that be 🙌🦊 I got whole scenario in my head with a fox and the two of them. My top 3 are:

Elain and the fox will be wearing "matching" outfits. For example, if Elain wears a pink dress, the fox wears a small pink scarf or bow around his neck

One day Elain comes into the bedroom and sees Lucien sleeping on his stomach and the fox lies on Lucien's back, also sleeping

Lucien and that fox will fight for Elain’s attention lol

[elainsweetcobalt]

Elulu is literally the definition of obligation, Elain has not only said that I don't want it, Lulu doesn't want it either, it's more Lulu is so uncomfortable with it that he literally prefers to be anywhere another place, Lulu has never done ANYTHING for Elain, he only acted for himself nothing in favor of "his mate", Lulu doesn't even know who Elain is or cares about her, Elain couldn't care less lulu and it's also funny how Elain is so sad when she's around Lulu it's like watching a flower wither in the sun 🫠

Also the fact that Elain has to give up everything for Lulu, just ask any Eluciens for their HC and they always backfire on Elain, I'm sorry but Elain already had enough like to run after a guy.

[gracie-rosee]

Ok so I have a little Elucien headcanon and it’s that Lucien has like a sixth sense for when Elain is even remotely unhappy. He could be sitting on the couch with her all the way in another room when suddenly it’s like a bell goes off in his head. Elain is in the other room, trying to get a pin out of her hair that got stuck. In the single second it takes for her to release a mildly frustrated sigh, Lucien is already there. He takes the pin out easily, leaves a kiss on her tangled curls, and then just goes back to reading his book on the couch without a word, taking all her frustration away with him.

Towards the beginning of their relationship it would sometimes startle her. She would turn around and Lucien would just appear like “hi what can I do to make you feel better?” And she’d nearly jump out of her skin at his sudden appearance like “h-how did you… I just got a little paper cut! Also how did you get here so fast from an entire continent away??”

[huntquinlan]

quick tumblr tagging psa: unfortunately due to the algorithm used to sort tagged posts (*mostly Mobile Specific Issue), if a tag includes a ship name that is not censored, even if the full tag reads ‘anti [shipname]’ if may still end up in the general ship tag!

the best way to avoid this is to use censored tags, so that non-general ship posts or negative posts don’t end up in the general or even positive (ie. ‘pro’ tags).

for example:

if i made a post that was anti elucien, i would tag it ‘anti e/ucien’ or ‘anti eluc1en’ or any other variation that breaks up the word that could sort the post into a main tag, otherwise the post will end up in the general ‘elucien’ tag, even if it is not tagged with ‘elucien’

the same goes for if i made an anti elriel post, i would tag it ‘anti e/riel’ or any other variation of the name that isn’t just ‘elriel’ so that it wouldn’t end up the general ‘elriel’ tag and annoy anyone who just wants to look at general or positive content!

even with tumblr’s internal tag filtering system, which can block any posts tagged with something you don’t want to see, said posts can still end up cluttering general tags, and can be frustrating for members of the fandom who just want to look at fanart, fics, hcs, etc. and don’t want to scroll past a ton of filtered anti posts for the ship they want to see. this is an etiquette standard that has been implemented across fandoms on tumblr since the tagging algorithm got screwy over a decade ago.

proper tagging etiquette is beneficial for everyone in the fandom and helps prevent mishaps, when it’s observed everyone wins! and of course no one is perfect, tagging mishaps happen, and no one is responsible for tumblr’s algorithm but tumblr, but by observing these tips we can make the acotar fandom a better experience for everyone

[starsreminisce]

“is it bad that I HC that Gwyn and Lucien end up bonding over being two AC exiles for Az and Elain to be like... why are they even friends? Just for them to be like "dude, we're cousins"

what I would give to see this LOL just putting this out in the universe: someone pls write this!!

I had this cooking and finally got it in a place I liked. Putting this out in the universe too if anyone wanted to write this HC! Heavy on Elucien but maybe part two - choose your adventure kind? Maybe?

Hope you enjoy!

Lucien stood in the softly lit room, a tapestry of emotions etched across his features. He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips in deep contemplation, a slight furrow between his brows, his thoughts churning like a tempestuous sea. Across from him, Feyre watched him with a trace of annoyance, her eyes narrowing as they darted between him and the four meticulously wrapped presents he had placed on the ornate table in the center of the room.

Her voice was tinged with a mix of frustration and curiosity as she probed, "So you really aren't going to show up to the Solstice party tonight?"

Lucien, leaning against the table, exhaled a deep sigh and offered a nonchalant shrug, his eyes not quite meeting hers. "I've made other plans," he replied, his voice tinged with an air of mystery.

Feyre's exasperation grew, her gaze fixed on him. "With who? We lent you the townhouse so you could be with Vassa and Jurian. So, they'll be here, and you'll be where?"

Lucien hesitated, choosing his words carefully before he reluctantly responded, "Not here."

"Lucien," Feyre's tone turned more insistent, a mix of concern and frustration lacing her words.

Lucien gritted his teeth, the painful truth lingering unspoken. The prospect of enduring another Solstice haunted him, the weight of pretending that Elain's indifference didn't affect him becoming unbearable. The anticipation of witnessing her distant gaze, as if she wished he were anywhere but there, compounded the pain. Gifting her another token of his affections only to receive silence in return seemed like a masochistic cycle.

His mechanical eye clicked softly as he tried to maintain composure, "You're mad at me over something else."

Feyre's frustration softened into a weary sigh. She stepped closer, her voice laced with genuine concern, "You've been here for a week, Lucien, and we haven't even had dinner together. Do I need to make an appointment for you to have dinner with us over the next week?"

"I am sorry," Lucien admitted, his voice laced with sincerity and a hint of regret. "People heard I'm on vacation and wanted to catch up."

Feyre's frown deepened as she studied him, a mix of sympathy and irritation dancing in her eyes. "I didn't realize you were so popular."

Lucien extended his hands in a gesture of surrender, his palms exposed in a placating manner. "If I don't get too caught up where I am, I promise I'll stop by. Is that fair?"

“You're not spending the night here? But it’s tradition,” Feyre protested, her voice a touch wistful.

Lucien shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his choices press upon him. “It seems rude to come back here when everyone is asleep.”

Feyre considered his words for a moment before reluctantly nodding her head, the tension in the room easing slightly. She understood his reasons, even if she didn't entirely agree with them.

Lucien couldn't help but flash a warm, reassuring grin as he closed the gap between them, embracing Feyre gently. "Happy Birthday Solstice."

Feyre returned his hug, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Please stop by. It'll make me happy."

—-

Elain returned from shopping, her heart sinking as she caught a whiff of Lucien's signature spiced scent, reminiscent of mulled wine, lingering in the air. She inhaled sharply, her gaze drawn to the four beautifully wrapped presents on the table. She hadn't bought him a gift during her last excursion, and the feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Lucien's generosity only deepened the guilt she felt, a silent reminder of a connection she had been avoiding.

Suppressing her unease, she sucked in a steadying breath and returned to the kitchen to focus on finishing her cooking. She silently prayed that the night would go smoothly, and that Lucien wouldn't try to engage her in conversation.

The day wore on, and Elain became absorbed in the meticulous preparation of the Solstice meal. She took pride in her improved kitchen skills but couldn't help feeling a touch weary, knowing that she had to anticipate four more guests than usual. Her mind wandered briefly to the mysterious presents on the table, wondering what they held and why Lucien had left them.

As she let the last dish cool, she decided it was time to change into something more festive, even though her heart wasn't fully in the celebration. She heard the first guests arriving, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Elain made her way to the staircase, her steps hesitant.

Before she could reach the stairs, she came face to face with Azriel, the same spot where he had uttered those words that had pierced her heart.

“Happy Solstice,” she said, forcing a cheerful note into her voice.

“Happy Solstice,” he replied, his voice soft and filled with an emotion she couldn't quite place.

Elain gave a curt nod and began to ascend the stairs when she heard him say, “Elain, wait.”

She turned back to him, her eyebrows raised, waiting for him to say something, to bridge the chasm that had grown between them. He only looked at her, his shoulders slumped, but still, no words came forth.

“Excuse me, I have to get ready,” she said, her tone a mixture of politeness and distance. Azriel nodded in understanding, and with a heavy heart, Elain continued her journey up the stairs, hoping that the night wouldn't bring about more painful conversations.

Elain took her time getting ready, feeling the weight of her avoidance weigh on her as she prepared for the evening. She knew that she was deliberately sidestepping the issue, and as she made her way back down the stairs, she couldn't help but notice the conspicuous absence in the room.

A gnawing unease settled in her stomach as she looked around the dinner table, the first of many singular questions on her mind. Still, her pride held her back from voicing them aloud.

“Where is Lucien?” Nesta asked, her sharp observation marking his absence.

“Not here,” Feyre replied, her tone carrying a hint of mockery as she took a sip of wine.

Elain furrowed her brows as she took a seat, and Nesta pressed on, glancing towards Vassa and Jurian. “So where is he?”

Vassa and Jurian exchanged a glance and then looked up at the ceiling as if it held the answers they sought. “He mentioned where he might be.”

“Summer Court to visit Alis?” Vassa suggested.

Jurian frowned, deep in thought. “That was last week. I think he’s at Dawn Court with Nuan.”

“No,” Vassa shook her head. “Nuan was earlier in the week. Didn’t Eris say he wanted to meet up with him?”

“I thought he met up with Eris right before Hewn City Solstice,” Cassian chimed in.

“Viviane invited him to their Winter Solstice celebration,” Mor finally answered, unraveling the mystery.

Feyre's expression soured. “So he would rather be at some high-class shindig than here with family? No wonder why he didn’t want to tell me.”

Rhys, ever diplomatic, gave a sympathetic smile towards his mate. “Their celebrations are quite fantastic. A little formal but at least he’s not in Day with their drinking, dancing and dallying debauchery.”

Elain's clenched fists revealed the turmoil within her as the reality of Lucien's absence settled in. She had known all along what it meant, though she had refused to admit it to herself.

“Am I too late?” a voice broke the tension, making Nesta and her friend, Emerie, jump up with excitement.

Elain looked up to see a copper-haired female with a stunning pair of teal eyes hesitantly entering the dining room. Gwyn, she recalled the name. Gwyn sheepishly smiled and exchanged a warm hug with Nesta before finding a seat near them. She then cast a glance towards Azriel, who responded with a grateful smile.

However, that smile quickly vanished, replaced by irritation, when Gwyn inquired, “Lucien’s not here?”

“Evidently not,” Nesta snorted. “We aren't high class enough for him these days.”

Gwyn pouted, a hint of disappointment in her expression. “That's too bad. I was hoping to see him.”

Dinner proceeded smoothly, the atmosphere filled with stories and anecdotes about Lucien's year. Elain couldn't help but grow increasingly irritated as she noticed Gwyn's evident fascination with her mate. Vassa and Jurian happily contributed to the conversation, sharing stories about Lucien that painted a picture of him quite different from the one Elain had imagined.

There were tales of Lucien chasing Tamlin in his beast form to coax him into eat, moments when Lucien had to babysit a drunken Graysen, instances where Lucien's sharp wit had managed to persuade the council to agree in record time, and even times when Lucien and Eris had raised their voices, causing the very house to rumble with their power.

Elain attempted to engage in the various conversations swirling around her, but it seemed that everyone else was preoccupied. Azriel, in particular, was focused on catching Gwyn's attention, while Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian, and Nesta appeared eager to escape for some private moments. Mor and Emerie were engaged in playful flirtation, and Jurian and Vassa seemed entranced by their own private world as they discussed their observations of the fae realm with Varian and Amren.

Elain needed something to divert her thoughts from the realization that she missed Lucien. The longing in her heart was something she couldn't quite comprehend, and it left her feeling adrift in a sea of emotions.

The party eventually transitioned to the spacious living room, where the conversations continued to fill the air. Elain's gaze kept drifting toward Azriel, who was engrossed in a deep conversation with Gwyn. Feyre clapped her hands together and excitedly declared that it was time to open presents. Rhysand snapped his fingers, conjuring even more presents to join the ones Lucien had already placed on the table. Elain's excitement grew, wondering how well the presents she had chosen for her family would be received and suddenly eager to see what Lucien had prepared for her.

As the presents were distributed and unwrapped, Elain found herself delighted with a new cookbook, some shiny baking ware, and a set of gardening tools. Her heart warmed as she felt the gentle tickle of her bond with Lucien, the familiar spiced scent of her mate washing over her.

“Lucien!” Gwyn exclaimed, leaving Azriel behind to give Elain’s mate a warm hug. Elain had to summon all her self-control to keep herself from pulling Gwyn away from Lucien.

He looked impeccable, wearing cream-colored pants, high black boots, and a periwinkle jacket adorned with small snowflakes, and a cravat to complete the outfit. Of course, his attire perfectly complemented Elain’s lavender dress.

“You came!” Feyre greeted him with a bright smile, her arms enveloping Lucien warmly as he returned the gesture with a grin that reached his eyes, reflecting the warmth of the hearth.

“Had to,” Lucien replied with a playful wink, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. “A certain someone might melt my mind tomorrow if I didn’t show.”

Rhysand, ever composed, responded coolly, his sapphire eyes glinting with amusement, “I said nothing of the sort.”

Feyre quickly steered the conversation toward the exchange of presents, her voice eager as she anticipated the joy of the moment. Lucien's smile faltered slightly as he settled into his seat, his features becoming more guarded.

He kept his expression neutral as the last few presents were revealed, his gaze shifting between his friends with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Feyre shifted around, her brow furrowing in confusion before her gaze landed on Lucien, who simply blinked and then looked at Elain, a silent plea for understanding in her eyes.

The first present was a small box for Cassian, wrapped with care and adorned with a simple bow. As Cassian cautiously opened it, his fingers grazing the delicate paper, he discovered it contained only a calling card. "What's this?" he asked, perplexed, his voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Lucien grinned mischievously, the corners of his lips quirking up in amusement. "The name of my tailor. About time you start dressing the part of a courtier in colors that compliment black," he teased, his tone light but tinged with affection.

Cassian's eyes lit up as he whooped in delight, his laughter filling the room like a warm breeze. He threw Lucien a playful grin and said, “I got you something, pretty boy.”

She felt her heart sink when he uttered, “I think that’s my first present,” the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air like a stormcloud on the horizon.

It sank even further when his face broke into a huge smile upon opening his present. Cassian gifted him a set of Illyrian blades, the metal glinting in the soft glow of the fire. He looked at the set of daggers, marveling at the gems embedded in the steel, his admiration shining in his eyes like the sun in the blue sky.

“I was laughed at, by the way,” Cassian said, his voice tinged with amusement. “But Feyre made sure to point out that you like jewels with your blades,” he added, his grin widening as he recalled the memory.

Elain frowned, her mind racing with thoughts she struggled to articulate. She didn’t know that about him, a realization that left her feeling strangely disconnected from the moment unfolding before her.

The second present was a book for Nesta, wrapped in elegant paper and tied with a delicate ribbon. Nesta's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting in astonishment. "Is this what I think it is?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers trembling as she reached out to touch the spine.

Lucien nodded with a smile, his gaze softening as he watched her reaction with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

Nesta examined the book with a mixture of awe and disbelief, her fingers tracing the embossed letters on the cover. Then, with a sudden burst of enthusiasm, she exclaimed, "But this is rare, and you hate this book. This is my favorite book."

She went on to describe the rarity of the edition, her words tumbling out in a rush of excitement and gratitude. Elain listened intently, her heart aching with a strange mixture of longing and regret.

Nesta turned to him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I got you something too,” she teased, her tone playful yet with affection.

The color drained from Lucien’s face as he accepted the gift, his fingers trembling slightly as he unwrapped it with care. Elain watched as Lucien winced while Nesta thoroughly enjoyed his reaction, a sense of unease settling over her like a shadow.

Lucien groaned and held up the book to Nesta, his expression a mixture of disbelief and resignation. Elain's heart twisted with sympathy as she witnessed the exchange, her emotions swirling like leaves in the autumn wind.

“Really?” He asked, his eyes betraying a mixture of surprise and amusement.

Nesta lifted her chin defiantly, her gaze unwavering as she met his gaze head-on. “You can not not read a gift. It’s my favorite book,” she countered.

“Favorite book? You just said that the one I got you was your favorite,” Lucien pointed out, a hint of confusion coloring his words.

“I can have multiple favorites,” Nesta replied matter-of-factly.

Lucien frowned and started to flip towards the end of the book, his curiosity getting the better of him. Nesta lunged at him, her laughter echoing in the room as she tried to pry the book away from him. Elain tried to remain calm as she watched Nesta straddle him, a sense of unease settling over her like a shroud.

“No one dies,” said Nesta, her voice filled with laughter as she tried to reassure him. “I promise!”

Too close, Elain thought, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat. They were too close, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions. She glanced towards an agitated Cassian, his expression mirroring her own concerns.

“Can you please get off my mate?” Cassian interjected, his voice laced with amusement yet tinged with concern.

“She’s on top of me!” Lucien protested, his words muffled by Nesta's laughter.

“No one dies in this one, Lucien,” Emerie confirmed, her tone reassuring. Nesta pulled herself away from him, her laughter echoing in the room like a melody.

The third present was a play bow and arrow for Nyx, the wooden toy gleaming in the soft light of the fire. The little boy's face lit up with excitement, his eyes sparkling with delight as he reached out to touch the gift with wonder.

Gwyn’s eyes widened in surprise as Feyre peered into the present, her expression a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Elain chewed on her cheek nervously as Gwyn and Lucien exchanged a knowing look, their unspoken understanding hanging in the air like a veil.

“Autumn Court tradition,” Lucien explained. “When we reach his age, we choose the weapon that becomes our weapon to master. Not surprising that your son picked that.”

The last present was a package of the molten chocolate Alis used to make for Feyre, the sweet aroma filling the room like a comforting embrace. It brought tears to her eyes, her emotions overwhelming her in a tidal wave of nostalgia and gratitude.

Four presents from Lucien. None of them were hers.

“I guess that’s it for presents,” Feyre said, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, the weight of disappointment hanging heavy in the air like a lingering fog.

The unspoken weight of Lucien's deliberate omission of a gift for Elain lingered heavily, casting an uncomfortable tension that no one seemed willing to address. Elain felt an isolating sense as she sat there, her emotions swirling, sensing the collective gaze upon her. Lucien resumed chatting with Gwyn.

Desperate for reprieve from the scrutiny of her family's concerned gazes, Elain fought to maintain a composed facade, pretending that she was unfazed by the absence of a gift from her mate. With a small, forced smile, she excused herself under the pretense of needing a moment alone.

"I just remembered I left something in the kitchen. I'll be right back," she said softly, her voice barely trembling.

As she left the room and retreated to the kitchen, her heart ached with the weight of the unanswered questions and the awkwardness that had settled between her and Lucien. The sense of rejection and disappointment gnawed at her, but she was determined to keep up the appearance of being fine.

In the kitchen, Elain took a moment to gather herself, her breaths deep and measured as she fought to suppress the tumult of emotions swirling within her. She reminded herself sternly that she hadn't purchased any gifts for Lucien either, though the hope that the presents were meant for her persisted, stubbornly clinging to her thoughts. As her heartbeat slowed and her breathing steadied, she cast a glance at the untouched cake, resolving that it was time to present it to the guests.

Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, she froze upon catching snippets of conversation between Feyre and Lucien in the adjacent room.

"You humiliated her," Feyre's accusation rang out, sharp and cutting.

Lucien's response was swift, his tone tinged with defensiveness, "I would never intend to humiliate her. I merely thought—"

Feyre interrupted, her voice edged with disbelief, "Thought what, Lucien?"

His reply was clipped, filled with frustration, "That perhaps Azriel could offer her the comfort she deserves."

Feyre's confusion was palpable as she questioned, "Why Azriel?"

The tension in Lucien's voice was unmistakable, "Do I really need to spell it out for you, Feyre?"

As the conversation unfolded, Elain's heart raced once more, a surge of anger coursing through her veins. She retreated from the door, her steps quick and purposeful, only to find herself face to face with Feyre upon her entrance.

"What's going on between you and Lucien? And now Azriel?" Feyre's concern was evident in her gaze.

Elain's response was terse, her tone firm, "Nothing. It's nothing."

Feyre's expression softened, but her concern lingered, "Elain, please—"

Elain's patience snapped, her voice laced with frustration, "I said it's nothing."

She turned her back on Feyre, her resolve firm as she focused on finishing the cake. Each movement was deliberate, her hands working with precision as she willed Feyre to understand, hoping her sister would take the hint and leave her be. The tension between them hung thick in the air, an unspoken barrier dividing their shared space. She heard Feyre sigh, a sound heavy with unresolved emotions.

Once Feyre departed, Elain finished the cake with meticulous care, her hands moving with practiced ease despite the turmoil brewing within her. Placing it on a table, she plastered a smile on her face, though the weight of unresolved tensions lingered heavily still. Her gaze wandered across the room, seeking solace in the familiar faces of her companions.

She spotted Lucien, Gwyn, Vassa, and Jurian engrossed in a serious conversation, their expressions grave and their voices hushed. A pang of anxiety gripped her heart as she watched them, sensing the weight of their discussion. And then, her eyes landed on Azriel, standing alone in the corner, his posture rigid and his eyes fixed on Lucien with an intensity that made Elain uneasy.

Feeling a surge of recklessness fueled by anger and frustration, Elain made her way towards Azriel, each step a silent declaration of her determination to confront the palpable tension between them.

Elain's voice carried a hint of defiance as she initiated the conversation, her eyes fixed on Azriel's distant gaze, refusing to be ignored.

"Can we talk?" she pressed, her tone tinged with urgency, a silent plea for understanding.

Azriel's silence was deafening, his demeanor unyielding, but Elain persisted, repeating her question with growing impatience, her gaze sharpening with determination.

"What do you want to talk about?" Azriel's response was measured, his voice betraying a subtle tension beneath the calm facade.

Before Elain could formulate a response, Gwyn's laughter filled the room, momentarily distracting them from their exchange. With Vassa and Jurian engrossed in the allure of cake, Elain and Azriel observed in silence as Gwyn playfully interacted with Lucien, their laughter forming a barrier between them.

Elain's heart twisted with a pang of jealousy as she watched Lucien's easy camaraderie with Gwyn, the contrast to their own strained dynamic stark in her mind. Beside her, she sensed Azriel's clenched fists, his emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

Struggling to break through the tension, Elain blurted out the words that had been weighing on her mind, her voice barely a whisper but heavy with significance.

"You like Gwyn," she murmured, the admission hanging in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities that lay between them, fraught with unspoken desires and unaddressed feelings.

Elain observed the subtle softening of Azriel's features at the mention of Gwyn's name, his gaze drifting back toward the pair engaged in lighthearted banter. Gwyn's laughter rang out like a bell, a melody that seemed to tug at Azriel's heartstrings, while Lucien's grin radiated warmth and charm, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

"I do," Azriel admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and longing. His eyes remained fixed on Gwyn, a silent testament to the depths of his unspoken affection.

Her heart clenched at his confession, the realization dawning upon her with painful clarity. She shifted uncomfortably, fingers nervously toying with the fabric of her skirt, the soft rustle of the fabric a stark contrast to the heavy silence that enveloped them.

"But I thought... I thought that you liked me," she ventured quietly, unable to mask the hurt in her voice. 

Azriel's gaze fell to his scarred hands, his expression guarded, revealing a vulnerability that cut through the shadows shrouding his usual demeanor. Elain felt a pang of sorrow as she witnessed his internal struggle, the unspoken acknowledgment that she had never been enough for him.

She sucked in a shaky breath, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. Despite her diminishing affections, the sting of rejection still lingered, a bitter reminder of what could never be.

Forcing a strained smile, she offered a feeble reassurance, "Lucien is mated to me, so I doubt you have to worry about that." The words felt hollow on her tongue, a feeble attempt to mask the ache in her heart.

A soft chuckle escaped Azriel's lips before his attention returned to the scene before them, where Lucien's grin contrasted sharply with Gwyn's horrified expression as she playfully chastised him. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across their faces, lending an air of intimacy to the moment.

"Perhaps it's my punishment," Azriel mused quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Lucien puts her at ease." The flames danced in his eyes, reflecting the turmoil of his inner thoughts.

Elain's heart ached at his admission, the realization sinking in that she had been blind to the depth of Lucien's impact on Gwyn. She watched the pair with a mixture of envy and resignation, her own feelings tangled in a web of unspoken desires and unfulfilled longing.

Azriel's voice held a note of self-recrimination as he continued, his words heavy with regret, "I was arrogant enough to think that because you weren't interested in him, he wasn't deserving to be your mate. But look how he makes her laugh and smile." Each word felt like a dagger to Elain's heart, a painful reminder of what she had lost.

"I don’t... I don’t give her that," Azriel confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A year ago, she didn't like being touched by any male. She could barely handle being alone with another male, and I was surprised she allowed me to stay with her. But next thing I knew, she was talking about Lucien, and how she was helping him, and then they spent so much time alone together." The confession hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the depth of his longing.

Elain's breath caught in her throat as Azriel's anguish became palpable, his clenched fists betraying the depth of his torment. The soft glow of the fire cast flickering shadows across their faces, lending an air of intimacy to the moment.

"I thought it hurt being the only one among my brothers not mated, but nothing compares to watching someone fall in love and knowing I can't stop it," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken regrets and unfulfilled desires.

"But he's mated to me," Elain reiterated, her words a feeble attempt to anchor herself amidst the storm of conflicting emotions. The flames danced in Azriel's eyes, reflecting the turmoil of his inner thoughts.

"I know," Azriel sighed, his gaze never leaving the pair across the room. "That's what makes it hurts much more." The words lingered between them, a silent acknowledgment of the pain that bound them together.

As they continued to watch, a sense of longing and regret enveloped them both, their unspoken words echoing in the empty spaces between them, a silent testament to the pain of unrequited love and shattered dreams.

---

Lucien felt the weight of Azriel's presence, intertwined with Elain's, tugging at the edges of his consciousness. Though the bond between them pulsed with a muted ache of longing and melancholy, Lucien found it difficult to fully comprehend, given the circumstances. After all, Elain was with Azriel now, having chosen him.

“He’s with her,” Gwyn observed, her tone tinged with a hint of melancholy.

“He doesn't seem that happy,” Lucien remarked, his voice betraying a touch of sympathy.

It was a familiar sight for Lucien, accustomed to witnessing the complexities of their relationship. But for Gwyn, it was a stark realization, one that had taken time for her to come to terms with. She had confided in Lucien about her growing feelings for the shadowsinger, unable to ignore the tension whenever Azriel and Elain were together. Gwyn had attempted to broach the topic with Nesta, only to be met with dismissal, as if Elain's bond with Lucien precluded any possibility of her being with Azriel.

Their conversation drifted back to the library, where Lucien had sought Gwyn's assistance with Vassa's curse. It was there that they had forged an unexpected connection, their shared lineage serving as a bond that transcended their individual struggles. Learning that they were cousins had provided a sense of solace, uniting them as kindred spirits navigating their intertwined destinies.

Lucien had become Gwyn's confidant, offering sage advice and a sympathetic ear as she grappled with her feelings for Azriel. While Nesta and Emerie remained oblivious to the underlying tensions, Lucien understood the turmoil brewing beneath the surface, a silent witness to Gwyn's unspoken desires.

As their friendship blossomed, Lucien found comfort in Gwyn's companionship, grateful for the understanding she offered. Yet, he couldn't shake the sense of irony in their situation - while Gwyn found safehaven in confiding her feelings for Azriel, Lucien found himself drawn deeper into his own unspoken longing for Elain.

“Are you leaving soon?” Gwyn inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctance.

Lucien nodded solemnly. “I am.”

“Can you take me back?” Gwyn's request was accompanied by a note of uncertainty, as if she feared intruding on his time.

“Are you sure? You spent the entire time talking to me,” Lucien remarked, a teasing smile playing at his lips.

“That's because you're family and mated and…” Gwyn's voice trailed off, her words laden with unspoken implications.

Elain's beauty was undeniable, a fact that hung heavy in the air between them. Lucien offered her a gentle smile, his heart heavy with unspoken longing. “Okay. I'll say goodbye to the others, but I think it'll be worth saying goodbye to him too, even with her there.”

----

Elain's heart skipped a beat as Lucien rose from his seat and strode confidently toward Feyre and Rhysand. Gwyn, her presence hesitant, approached Elain and Azriel, her smile radiant yet tinged with uncertainty. Her fingers nervously played with the hem of her cloak as she glanced between Lucien and Azriel, sensing the tension in the air like a palpable force.

Azriel, usually composed, straightened in his chair, his gaze fixed on Gwyn with an intensity that Elain couldn't ignore. His hazel eyes bore into Gwyn's, silently questioning her decision to leave with Lucien.

“I’m leaving,” Gwyn announced, her voice like a delicate melody in the tense air. The words hung in the space between them, laden with unspoken implications.

“With Lucien?” Azriel's tone dripped with bitterness, his eyes darting between Gwyn and Lucien. Elain observed the subtle tension in his jaw, a testament to his internal struggle.

Gwyn affirmed with a subtle nod, her eyes flickering towards Lucien, who had now joined her. The hesitant smile on her lips betrayed her uncertainty, contrasting with the determination in Lucien's expression.

“Ready?” Lucien's voice cut through the awkward tension, his eyes deliberately avoiding Elain's. She noted the slight furrow of his brow, a sign of the turmoil beneath his confident facade.

Elain tried to focus on the conversation, but her attention drifted to the simple piece of string adorning Lucien’s wrist. Its significance eluded her, a stark contrast to the complexities swirling within her own mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Lucien suddenly seemed engrossed in the space between Azriel and Gwyn. Elain observed his subtle gestures, sensing a flicker of recognition in his expression. The tension between them was palpable, adding an undercurrent of unease to the situation.

Then, as if a realization had dawned upon him, Lucien spoke with conviction, “I think Azriel should take you home.” His words resonated in the air, breaking the uneasy silence and igniting a spark of hope within Elain.

His gaze shifted to Azriel, who nodded in agreement. “Yes, he should take you home,” Lucien added, his tone final. Elain watched the exchange with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

But Gwyn's response was unexpected. “Nooooo,” she protested sheepishly, “I asked you.”

Elain felt a surge of determination rise within her, spurred by the sudden turn of events. “I can’t... because…” Lucien faltered, searching for words, but Elain found herself finishing his sentence, her voice unwavering.

“Because he forgot that... I am... joining him,” she declared firmly, her gaze locked with Lucien's. The weight of her words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding.

Lucien's surprise was evident, his brows knitting together in a moment of realization, yet Elain pressed on, her determination unyielding.

“You've been running around the past few days with your vacation, but don’t you remember?” she challenged him, her voice edged with urgency, each word a pointed arrow aimed at his comprehension.

His response was hesitant, his eyes widening in gradual recognition, like two pools slowly catching the first light of dawn. “You knew I was on vacation?” he questioned, his tone heavy with disbelief, the weight of his realization palpable in the air.

Elain met his gaze with an unyielding glare, her eyes flickering with an intensity akin to smoldering embers, silently urging him to grasp the truth that lay before him.

“Yes… that's right…that's what you wanted as your present,” Lucien continued, his voice faltering slightly as he wove through the web of their shared deception, the weight of his words hanging in the charged atmosphere between them.

Gwyn's frown deepened, her brows knitting together in suspicion, as though she could see through the facade with uncanny clarity. But Lucien pressed on, his resolve unyielding, his determination etched into the lines of his face.

“We are going to be late,” Elain pushed, her voice firm and commanding, a note of urgency coloring her words as she tried to steer the conversation back on track, her fingers tapping anxiously against her thigh.

“Az… Azriel… Az … riel … can I trust you to take my cousin home?” Lucien implored, his tone tinged with desperation, his gaze shifting to Azriel with a silent plea for assistance.

Azriel's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a portrait of perplexity as he processed the sudden revelation. “Cousin?” he repeated, his voice tinged with uncertainty, his mind racing to make sense of the revelation.

His eyes flickered with a glimmer of hope as Lucien turned to Gwyn with a scowl, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. “You never told him we were cousins?” he accused, his tone tinged with exasperation, a note of betrayal seeping into his words.

Gwyn remained impassive, her lips pursed in a tight line as she met Lucien's glare with a steely resolve, her silence speaking volumes in the charged atmosphere. But Lucien pressed on, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

“Never… Never…” Lucien muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stave off the rising tide of irritation, his patience wearing thin as the tension continued to mount. "You valkyries are going to kill me," he added with a wry twist of irony, a weary sigh escaping his lips.

Azriel's lips twitched in amusement, a ghost of a smile dancing across his features as he observed the unfolding drama with quiet interest. "You should try training them," he remarked dryly, his voice laced with subtle humor, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes.

Gwyn's smile was tight-lipped, her gaze flickering uncertainly between Lucien and Azriel, silently weighing her options. Sensing her hesitation, Lucien intervened, his tone softened by a note of gratitude.

Lucien, noticing her hesitation, amended, "I owe you one session if you go with him." Elain could see the tension melting away from Gwyn's shoulders, a sense of satisfaction blooming within her like a flower in bloom.

Gwyn's expression shifted to smugness. "Two now." Elain couldn't help but smile at Gwyn's playful banter, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

"I knew your bracelet came with a price. Fine. Two. It’s settled. I’ll see you not tomorrow.” Lucien's resignation hung heavy in the air, a sense of defeat settling over him like a heavy cloak.

As Lucien turned to leave, Gwyn interjected, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “Should you be taking Elain?” she asked, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, a subtle undercurrent of doubt coloring her tone.

Elain and Lucien locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between them. In that moment, a myriad of unspoken emotions danced between them, their gazes lingering a fraction longer than necessary, conveying a depth of understanding that words could not capture.

“Yes, because I said I would,” Lucien stammered, his voice strained with a mixture of apprehension and determination. He held Elain's gaze, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

Heat flushed at Elain’s cheeks, a rush of warmth spreading across her face as she realized the significance of the moment. This would be the first time she would be alone with him, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air, uncertainty mingling with excitement in her chest.

“Yes,” Elain said, her voice steady despite the fluttering of her heart. “And I said we should leave now.” With a firm nod, she affirmed her decision, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead.

Lucien hesitantly offered his arm, a silent invitation hanging between them. Elain reached out, her fingers brushing against his in a fleeting touch, a spark igniting between them as they made contact. She felt all eyes on them, the weight of expectation heavy in the air as they walked out the door together, stepping into the unknown.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Lucien said, his voice strained with a mixture of apprehension and longing, his gaze searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

“They are going to be asking me where you took me, so might as well come along,” Elain replied, her grip tightening on his arm, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles beneath the fabric of his sleeve.

Lucien sighed, a mixture of resignation and gratitude in his breath, the weight of their impending journey hanging heavy in the air. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, a small, genuine smile played at the corners of his lips, a testament to the trust he placed in Elain's judgment. "You're right," he conceded, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of amusement. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Elain furrowed her brow, her expression a mix of accusation and curiosity. "You were in Day, were you?" she questioned, her tone laced with a hint of skepticism.

Lucien stilled, his demeanor shifting slightly at the mention of Day. "What do you know about their celebration?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Drinking, dancing, and dallying debauchery," Elain replied matter-of-factly, her words laced with a touch of dry humor.

A faint blush crept onto Lucien's cheeks at her blunt assessment. "I wasn't there," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "I was in Winter."

"So we are going back to Winter?" Elain inquired, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed the information.

"Ah, no. We are going to Day," Lucien clarified, his tone hesitant yet resolute.

Elain's lips formed a thin line, her features masking her inner turmoil as she absorbed Lucien's words. "For that... dallying debauchery?" she questioned, her tone betraying a hint of skepticism, her eyes searching his for any sign of deceit.

Lucien's brow furrowed, a fleeting shadow of defensiveness crossing his countenance. "I am mated to you. I would never dream of being with someone else," he assured her earnestly, his words laden with sincerity. "But yes, that's where we are going."

Elain remained silent, her thoughts swirling tumultuously as she wrestled with the implications of his admission. Lucien couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in her demeanor, a blend of uncertainty and something more enigmatic, a mystery he longed to unravel.

"Interesting that's where your mind went to," he commented, a note of curiosity coloring his voice as he observed her reaction, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Elain's glare intensified, her gaze piercing as they winnowed away to Day Court's celebration, the tension between them simmering beneath the surface, unresolved and fraught with unspoken emotions.

[shadowqueenjude]

I’m an Elucien gets pet birds truther so here is my HC of top picks for what kind of bird they’d get:

1. Peacocks

They’re iconic and fabulous and fashion icons, just like Elain and Lucien. Duhhhh.

2. Cockatiels

BECAUSE LOOK AT THEIR BRIGHT SUNNY LITTLE FACES THEY’RE PERFECT

3. Penguin

This one was highly specific and involves some of my previous knowledge from being a penguin nerd. Some species of penguins (including the one below) reject their first egg and raise their second one because it has a higher chance of survival. So, Elain and Lucien visit the Winter Court and Elain sees this rejected first egg and of course she can’t bear to leave it there so she takes it with them.

4. Parakeets

BECAUSE LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEMMMMM

Edit:

HOW COULD I FORGET

Owls because they represent wisdom and mystery and perfectly describes Elain:

[lovemyromance]

Let's get one thing clear. Azriel could like, get it, okay.

In my HCs, he is the hall pass of everyone in the IC. Excluding Mor...And Rhys, whose stubborn ass would probably say he's not saying anyone other than Feyre.

Anyways, my point is, the guy does not need work at all to get laid. He's 500 years old and has had his "fair share of lovers" and even Lucien's daddy wants him (can't blame you for that one Helion, I get it).

Tell me, why would such a man (who is repeatedly described as the most handsome of the bat boys), struggle so much to get sex that he must hit up the mated Archeron sister?

Is there truly no other fae in Velaris willing to sleep with this man? Come on, now. Half the priestesses he trains daily even want him.

You're telling me that man, has to go to Elain Archeron, to get laid? That he's only looking for sex from her?

Let's just ignore the fact that in his own POV he literally states how he has lost sleep over her, thinks he is so undeserving of her that his touch would taint her skin, that he is so hurt over the fact that she has a mate that is not him, and he canonically was ready to beg on his knees for a taste of her...

That Azriel only wants sex from her?

Can you genuinely provide me with a reason the esteemed, cold, calculating Spymaster of the NC would go to such lengths to pursue a mated female he knows would cause several problems within his court and has been expressly forbidden by his HL just to *excuse my french* get his dick wet??

Like stop it, y'all. He's not suddenly some clown because he wants an Archeron female. He's not going to risk his entire brotherhood, friendship, court security, life to go after a woman he only wants for sex.

Get it together. If you want to ship Elucien or Gwynriel or Azris even, go for it. If you think they're cute, for sure! But what you shouldn't be doing is going out of your way to twist canon and destroy another character just to suit your ship. Y'all know if Azriel had been with any other character or this was Lucien's POV secret encounter with Elain - you wouldn't have a single bad word. Enough, I'm sick of it.

[olenvasynyt]

HELLO ITS ME SS COME TO HARASSTALK TO YOU!

I hope you're having an excellent day!!

Tell me your top 3 hopes for an elucien book AND your three favorite HC's for them!

Okay love you byyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee

It’s an excellent day now that you’re here Santa! 🥹🥹

Ooohhh my hopes dreams and desires… *strokes chin while thinking*

I really hope Elain and Lucien sort of have a forced proximity thing where they have to go on a mission or something! I feel like Elain will offer to go to Spring to help restore the court since she said “the world needs more gardens” but she realizes she’ll be close to Lucien since he’s permanently stationed in Spring as of SF!😧😏

I also think they would both be courteous to each other but still distant at first but then Lucien slowly gets more comfortable joking with her and teasing her…Elain blushes and answers back occasionally but she tries to hold more distance. SHE DEFINITELY THINKS LUCIEN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MALE IN THE WORLD BUT SHE FORCES THOSE FEELINGS DOWN. But then they open up and bloom and are angsty and comforty and sweet and sexyyy

I love love love angst and I especially love both of their past lives because I think it’s a big part of their struggles with the bond. Elain still thinks of Grayson, Lucien still thinks of Jesminda…I LOVEEEE Jesminda and Lucien do I really hope there is some angst and reminiscing about the past! It shows Lucien’s struggle with the mating bond! Plus I just want to know more about Jesminda and I feel like Elain would be a great comfort to Lucien and help him let go.

My three favorite headcanons!

- Elain kept Lucien’s jacket, obviouslyyyy

- Elain is a bit of a weirdo and might ask a random question or say something that’s off-putting (maybe a random vision slips out) but Lucien thinks she’s sweet, interesting and clever

- Lucien learns more about human customs for Jurian and Vassa!! Human manners, courtship, traditions (wedding related or otherwise…)

[nikethestatue]

• "Will Azriel get his own book in the future?"

Sjm : "I can't say anything officially right now but when you get to the end of acosf you'll know who the next book is about. Azriel's journey is one I'm very excited to write about." = Elain and Azriel

• The photo she posted holding the first copy of hofas = Elain and Azriel

• Sjm subtly brought up every gwynriel theories (mate bond, mate language, shadows dancing is very special, spark in the chest is mate bond) from Azriel's bc and dismantled them in CC3 BCs.

• She even wrote Azriel stroking Nesta's hair and hold her close to show that not every interaction is romantically coded.

It's obvious what she's trying to hint at time and time again. She made it clear on multiple occasions that the focus is on Elain and Azriel. But the delusion of eluciens/gwynriels persist. Why can't people just trust SJM ? This is the author that gave us TOG.

Their HCs don't align with SJM's vision. That's pretty much it. For three years (and Eluciens even longer than that) they've existed in a self-inflicted vacuum of assumptions, disallowing any arguments and not considering anything that's on page.

They are seriously thinking that SJM, who's been writing Elriel since ACOMAF (remember, 'and I think Elain would like it too. Though I think she would cling to Azriel just for some peace and quiet' was in ACOMAF) and who's given them some very pivotal scenes, some romantic scenes, some domestic scenes, all the while pulling Elain and Lucien further and further apart, so much so that he is now living with another woman--they think that she also ended it all in a ... bonus chapter?

Part of me wants to ask 'what are you on'? but then I guess if you drink enough Gwynriel Cool Aid, that's the result.

But like, critical thinking? Were?

[tsunami-of-tears]

ACOTAR Masterlist

☼ Angst ☁︎ Fluff ☾ Smut ✧ Suggestive (not quite smut) ✦ Dark themes

Series

Shadows and Sunshine ☁︎ ☾ ☼ Azriel x OC (completed)

Angel ☁︎ ☾ ☼ Cazriel x Healer Reader (for poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024) (WIP)

Haunted ☼ ✦ Elain x Medium Reader (sapphic), Rhys x Medium Reader (platonic) (WIP)

Oneshots

Azriel

No Control ☾ Azriel x Reader

Iris ✦ ☼ Azriel x Rhys’s Sister Reader

Someplace better ✦ ☼ Azriel x Reader

Cassian

Sunny ☁︎ Cassian x Reader

Switch ☾ Part II ☾ Cassian x Reader

Peace ✦ ☼ Cassian x Reader

Eris

Missing him drabble ☁︎ Eris x Reader

Feyre

Draw me like one of your fae girls ☾ ☁︎ Feyre x Reader

Lucien

Quality Control ☾ Lucien x Reader

Morrigan

Red ☁︎ ✧ Mor x Reader

But Daddy I Love Her ☼ Mor x Vanserra Reader

Rhysand

Cake ☁︎ ✧ Rhys x Reader

Taboo ☾ Rhys x Reader

Other Ships

The Wolf and the Fox ☾ Tamcien (A/B/O)

Just one? drabble ✧ Elucien

Poly+

Three Wishes ☾ Batboys x Reader

Foxtrot ☼ Nerissian

Subtle ☁︎ ✧ Azriel x Reader, Nesta x Reader, Nessian

Other

Size Queen hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien & Nesta

Reacting to Reader’s piercings hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien & Eris

So High School hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien, Eris & Tamlin

ACOTAR characters as dog breeds hc

ACOTAR ships as Taylor Swift songs hc

ACOTAR x Stardew Valley hc

Rhys teaching Nyx to read incorrect quote

Cassian cooking Nesta breakfast incorrect quote

Dividers are by me ♡

[bluiela]

Just a little reminder that Gwyn and Elain have not and will not look upon their horrific trauma and reminisce about meeting their true loves 😬

No one saves mementos from horrific trauma like cloaks and jackets. Imagining Elain cuddling with Luciens jacket she saves in her closet is absolutely WILD. Nesta couldn’t even have a bath for a year after that night and you think Elain purposely thinks about what happened???? Really?

Gwyn was not swooning over Azriel killing the people attacking and SAing her. I think her mind was probably on something else. Doesn’t really matter who saved her or who carried her off. If thats were the case why not ship her with Mor too?? Or do you understand that it was not supposed to be seen as romantic?

Ugh.. I don't understand why people come into gwynriel/elucien spaces and then check out some Hc's or theories then don't understand and what the HC or theory means/implies and then whine about it on their tag,

Like excuse me who the hell is romanticizing gwyn/elain's trauma or the stuff they have from it? No gwynriel/elucien, the ones who make posts on are the ones who view these objects as a comfort, they make head canons that maybe the girls find comfort in it, the fact that they were in such a traumatic situation and these objects were provided to them so as to comfort them, maybe when they have PTSD they look back at the object that provided them comfort in the first place and might seek comfort from them again,

And If you have this opinion then you should have the same energy for Azriel-elain saving and have the same energy for romanticizing the "hold tight and don't make noise scene".

[huntquinlan]

drop your favorite elucien hc in the comments or in a reblog. i’m bored and i miss them