I need Azriel desperate to find out more about the Cauldron being corrupted. I want Azriel lurking in the shadows, just to be close to Elain for a few stolen moments. I want him to do it for months, because something restless inside of him just can’t stay away. I want her to know that he’s there and to take comfort from his presence, while also allowing him distance to process. I want Elain to finally, finally decide to softly call his name into the darkness, and for Azriel to step out in faith, accepting that she is his and he is hers, Cauldron and High Lord be damned.
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Outlets that have talked about Elain’s book being next and/or Elriel
- Business Insider (shared by Bloomsbury)
- Time (the writer spent the week with Sarah leading up to the HOFAS release)
- People Magazine
- Today
And more I can’t even think of off the top of my head. All I know is that when SJM said it was obvious, these publications agreed 🌸
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I’ve seen some discourse lately claiming Elain is jealous of her sisters and she’ll never be close with them or fit in. I personally believe the Archeron sisters have a relationship that is worth mending and I hope to see it grow stronger in Elain’s book. Here’s some lovely quotes showcasing Elain’s love for her sisters 😌
“You should come with me,” Elain went on. “Nesta won’t go, because she says she doesn’t want to risk the sea crossing, but you and I…Oh, we’d have fun, wouldn’t we?”
Elain, to my surprise, had a horse, a satchel of food, and supplies ready when I hurried down the stairs. My father was nowhere in sight. But Elain threw her arms around me, and, holding tightly, said, “I remember—I remember all of it now.”
She nodded, tears in her eyes. “I would have liked to see the continent with you, Feyre.”
She put a hand on Nesta’s knee, the purple of my sister’s gown nearly swallowing up the ivory hand. “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help…others.”
Elain sat a little higher as she said to Cassian, “And as for Feyre’s hunting during those years, it was not Nesta’s neglect alone that is to blame. We were scared, and had received no training, and everything had been taken, and we failed her. Both of us.”
“Did you know,” I said over the sound of my sawing, “that one summer, when I was seventeen, Elain bought me some paint? We’d had just enough to spend on extra things, and she bought me and Nesta presents. She didn’t have enough for a full set, but bought me red and blue and yellow.”
Before I could turn back, Elain threw her arms around me. I did not remember when I began to cry as I felt those slender arms hold me, tight as steel.
But I did remember lying down on the bearskin rug once it was done. How I felt Elain’s slim body settle next to mine and curl into my side, careful not to touch the bandaged wound in my shoulder. I had not realized how cold I was until her warmth seeped into me. A moment later, another warm body nestled on my left. Nesta’s scent drifted over me, fire and steel and unbending will.
Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”
A gift for Nesta, she’d said. She was looking for a gift for our sister, regardless of whether Nesta deigned to join us tomorrow.
“I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”
From the edge of my vision, purple and gold flashed—Elain. “You’ll fall ill if you just stand there in the cold,” she tutted to Nesta, smiling broadly. “Come sit with me by the fire.”
“Their dancing was that good; she was that beautiful. And when it ended…I knew she was an artist then. The same way Feyre is. But what Feyre does with paint, that’s what Nesta did with music and dance.”
Elain nodded, folding her hands in her lap. “So I’m very pleased to hear of this Valkyrie business. I’m happy that Nesta finds interest in something again. And might channel all of…that into it.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Nesta snapped, and then choked. Elain blinked. Nesta blinked back, horror lurching through her. And then Elain burst out laughing. Howling, half-sobbing laughs that sent her bending over at the waist, gasping for breath. Nesta just stared, torn between questions and wanting to throw herself into the icy Sidra. “I—I’m so sorry—” Elain held up a hand, wiping her eyes with the other. “You’ve never said such a thing to me!” She laughed again. “I think that’s a good sign, isn’t it?”
A hand slid into Nesta’s, and she found Elain there, shaking and wide-eyed. Nesta squeezed her sister’s fingers. Together, they approached the other side of the bed. And when Elain began praying to the Fae’s foreign gods, to their Mother, Nesta bowed her head, too.
Cassian looked across the bed, to where Elain was holding Feyre’s other hand, and Nesta held Elain’s.
She found Feyre and Elain waiting halfway down the hill, Nyx now dozing peacefully in Elain’s arms. Her sisters beamed, beckoning her to join.
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Elucien modern au
imagine elucien dating in high school, the hot shot couple everyone thought would marry one day. Lucien calls her pet names his favorite being rose.
Elain breaks up him(it's crucial for it to be her)
she regrets her decision to end things, years later they run into each other
Lucien has a forearm sleeve of roses
completely random, I just wanted tatted Lucien, yes inspo was taken from haunting adeline
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Idk what's so hard to understand.
Nobody would have an issue with Elucien being endgame if ELAIN WAS INTO IT!!
If she had shown any sign of attraction to Lucien, nobody would be out here questioning if the cauldron was wrong. Nobody would even think about Elriel if SJM had given us SOME sign that Elain feels strongly for Lucien.
But she didn't. She went out of her way to write Elucien moments as uncomfortable and how they avoid each other. She wrote more scenes with Elriel than with Elucien (even counting their mainly negative reactions to each other).
If that bonus chapter had been written with Elain breathing "Yes," to Lucien wanting to kiss her - Again - nobody would have a problem!!
You can comb through canon to find any scrap of heavily extrapolated evidence to try to prove Elain does want Lucien, but right now - it has been made VERY clear she is into Azriel.
And the fact that there are people denying that is crazy.
If you are shipping Elucien because you think they could be cute together or end up together someday or if you like their aesthetic - that is fine! No problem!
What there is an issue with is people outright claiming Elriel has nothing in canon and Azriel is an incel because he likes Elain and Elain doesn't really want Azriel she's just acting out (what is she? A toddler throwing a tantrum smh ?) because she's afraid of the mating bond with Lucien.
Why do I always see so many Elriels acknowledging Elucien as a ship, but Eluciens always doing the most to claim Elriel is more of a siblings relationship or they are just horny and stupid?
When Elriel is literally the only ship right now ready to gnaw at the bars of their enclosures to get to each other??
Make it make sense.
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🌸 💐 ELRIEL FANFIC INCOMING.
This fanfic was inspired by a convo I had with @violetasteracademic about drunk elriel/club elriel sort of scenario.
It’s not what I had in mind when I initially sat down to write it, but here’s a sneak peek below !! (I’ll post the ao3 link once I’m done writing it) I just needed motivation to finish it sooo yeah here’s the beginning.
“Then go off on adventures. Go drink and fuck strangers. But stay away from the Cauldron.” Nesta had told her.
It wasn’t that Elain wasn’t curious about those things, all three things to be exact. The drinking, the strangers and of course the cauldron. The latter while still being subject of intrigue was not her aim for the night as she got ready. She had never gotten drunk, tipsy yes. But that was usually her limit, she never pushed herself beyond it. And then there was the question of the strangers. The idea of it brought an involuntary blush to her cheeks, she wasn’t opposed to the idea. It was that she couldn’t imagine a stranger without her mind turning it into the face of a familiar someone. The hazel eyes, the full lips. She shut her eyes trying to shake the image of him.
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