#My Ao3 Witcher Stories

[pherryt]

Hey everyone - remember when I was recording podfics a few weeks ago? I finally got around to putting most of them up. I made a Pseud to do it and moved 2 older ones over there as well, so there are now 9 podfics (7 of them new) under my new Pseud:

Pherryt Pods

New podfics are:

By Pherryt:

A Curse Upon All Bards

The Hunter and the Slayer

The Promise

By @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

It's not the minotaur at the heart of this maze…

Under the Moon

Clint Barton and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

By @lovethemfiercely

Devils and Monsters

And Fandoms range through Marvel, Witcher, One Piece, MASH, Daredevil/Punisher, and BtVS/SPN/LOZ

They're all relatively small - between 3 minutes to 12 minutes of reading time. I have one more coming up but it's bigger (about an hour reading time and I have to fix one of the files) I don't know how often I'll be able to make podfics but I hope the stars will align again! In the meantime, let me leave you with a picture (or 2) of my podfic recording partner, who I had to edit out several times:

Also, Kudos to anyone who figures out where my Icon is from and why I picked it :D (I think the first will be harder to figure than the second lol)

Also also, thank yous to @vexbatch and @flowerparrish for the advice :D

[blooms-in-april]

Next on my infuriatingly niche Witcher fanfic hallucinations, doomed yuri Guxart x Vesemir!

[lipstickontheglass1985]

honestlyyyy i lowkey need to burn down my smartphone

[kuwdora]

17, 18, 20 for the AO3 wrapped 😊

hi you!! 17. Your favorite character to write this year? I answered 17 over here (short answer is Vilgefortz. I had a Thing I needed to do and I got it out of my system. Most of it, heh.) 18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Oh gosh. I mean I have trouble at any given point with everyone. But the shortest answer is: Ciri, of course. And Yennefer. Which is one reason why those stories are not done and posted this year. I’m just teething and wrestling with those WIPs. I may yet show up on your DM doorstep, Dor, handwringing when I have enough coherency to talk about my writerly mess. 20. Which work of yours have you reread the most this year? Obedience Training - My Iorveth and Roche fic. This is an AU of of Cee and Sass & Anoke’s stories. Iorveth is a Rider of the Wild Hunt and Roche is a newly re-captured hound of the Wild Hunt. I’m proud of this one and love rereading because it’s less than 1200 words, just to bang out the premise. Cruised through the prose, but still managed to capture everything I wanted for this kind of set-up/blending of two fic AUs. Beside Manner - my Shani and Jaskier first meeting. I had so much fun writing this and I love rereading their dialogue. I did a lot of thinking about how I'd want to see a Shani in TWN side of canons. One of my favorites. ao3 wrapped

[blackwidownat2814]

Pairing: Tyler Owens x female reader, Tyler Owens x shy!reader, Tyler Owens x insecure!reader

Word Count: 1408

Summary: You begin your new job as a Tornado Wrangler (remotely), and meet most of the team. It isn't until you suffer a little mishap that you meet the man himself.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the wonderful response to the Prologue!!! I didn't think it'd be that much of a hit, so I was surprised with all the love. After finishing this chapter, I feel like it could've been part of the Prologue, but oh well. It's been a while since I've written as well, so bear with me. As always, thanks to my awesome beta, @buckysdollforlife, for their help with this and for creating the header for this story (I LOVE IT!!!!) and bestie, @13braincellsonly, for allowing me the use of their son's name and personality when I needed to come up with a horse. **All descriptions of Ziggy the horse were approved by his momma.** And as always, I will be cross-posting this to AO3. If you see this story anywhere besides AO3 or Tumblr, it's stolen.

City Girl Knows Her Stuff

You became a Wrangler near the end of the season that first year.  Kate picked you up at the airport with two members of the team: Lily and Dani.  Lily immediately pulled you into a hug, chatting a mile a minute about how excited she was to have you on the team.  Dani (perhaps picking up on your shyness) offered a handshake and big smile, welcoming you to Oklahoma.  Kate was more than happy to let Dani and Lily talk your ear off on the drive to Sapulpa, where you’d be staying with Cathy until you found a place.  She knew it was somewhat difficult for you to make friends, so she was happy to see you enjoying a conversation with two new friends.

You got to meet Dexter when he came by in the van to pick up Lily and Dani.  You thought he was funny and enjoyed some very science-centric conversations with him.  Before they all left, Lily let you take her drone for a spin.  You enjoyed it so much that for your birthday later that year, she gifted you a smaller drone that wasn’t quite like hers, but it had a small camera and small, tinny sounding speaker.  She even had it painted in your favorite color.  That would become one of your absolute favorite gifts.  It made you cry.

Like most storm chasers, you had to have a job in the off season, so you got a remote data analyst job with the NOAA offices in Norman and moved out to a place just out of Sapulpa.  This would allow you to visit Cathy at the farm and work on data in the barn workshop the Wranglers had set up.  You even got yourself a cat.  Abandoned due to his looks and runt status (according to the shelter), you snatched him up the first time you saw him.  Black cats didn’t scare you.  Life with Roach (you’d spent quite a bit of time watching The Witcher) was idyllic and you were happy.

By the time you met Boone, the Wranglers felt like family…and Boone felt like the brother you never had.  Like Boone, you were an only child and didn’t have much of an extended family and it was a bit lonely in the beginning.  The difference, however, was that Boone was an outgoing guy and it was easy for him to make friends and talk to people he didn’t know, whereas that scared you half to death most of the time.  You loved his boisterous way of being, but you also appreciated that he (like Dani) could tell when your social battery had run down and turned it down and would sometimes sit with you in a quiet environment.  Sometimes he’d sit and nap while you read or he’d pick up the latest meteorological article (or sometimes the latest comic he picked up at the shop).  He didn’t even make fun of your nickname like others had before, so you trusted him.

The day of Cathy’s pre-tornado season bbq, while cleaning some dishes, you confessed to Boone that you were nervous about meeting the head tornado wrangler himself, Tyler Owens.

“T’s a sweetheart B, you got nothin’ to worry about.  Why are ya nervous?”

“Boone!  He doesn’t know me, what if he doesn’t think I’m a right fit for the team?  What if he doesn’t like how I do work?  Y’all are famous ‘round here, what if he gets irked by the fact that big crowds make me nervous and it takes me forever to become comfortable with people?  You know it’s not easy for me to talk to people I’ve never talked to before”, you cried in exasperation.

“B, imma need you to take a breath, okay?” Boone reassured you as he placed his hands on your shoulders.  “If Ty thought any of those things, I would definitely not be workin’ with ‘em.”

You were so busy trying to get yourself to relax that you missed Kate wandering into the kitchen.

“B, are you freakin’ out about meetin’ Tyler again?” she asked.  You and Boone nodded.  “Well, you don’t have to worry.  He won’t be able to come today, said he had to drive down to Texas to see his parents.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, sending some of your hair floating up.  “Good, I have time to relax about it.  Thanks Kate.”

“Thank Tyler’s parents.”

“Thank you, Mr. & Mrs. Owens!” you said to no one in particular and dried your hands, as you looked over at your friends.  “See you two out there!”

Kate and Boone followed, but stayed on the porch, both taking twin sips from their beers.

“You think either of them has any idea what’s about to happen to ‘em?” Boone asked.

“Meaning that Tyler is going to become enamored the second she opens her mouth?”

“Yup.”

“And that she’s going to have the same thing happen to her the second she comes into contact with that cocky cowboy swagger that he exudes when you meet him the first time?”

“Yup.”

“No, I don’t think either of ‘em knows what’s coming.”

A few days before the chasing season began, you brought Roach down to Cathy’s, where he would be staying while you were out with the Wranglers for your first season on the road.  

While there, you asked Cathy if you could saddle up your favorite of her horses, Zig, nicknamed Ziggy.  He wasn’t the brightest of the bunch; he was the type of horse you’d see in a video because someone thought he was dead but in actuality, he was just sleeping.  You swore that his mother, a horse named KJ, rolled her horse eyes every time someone caught him playing dead.

Ziggy may not have been the sharpest pitchfork in the barn, and may not have enjoyed doing much of anything besides looking dead when he slept, but he enjoyed riding through fields with you.  He knew whenever he saw you approaching with a bowl that he was about to get one of his favorite snacks: ice cubes with apple bits in them.  You put Ziggy’s snack bucket down so he could munch while you brushed him and got him saddled and ready to go for a ride.

When Ziggy let you know that he was done with his snack, you popped in your earbuds and shuffled your favorite classical music playlist on Spotify.  You found it was one of your favorite ways to relax.  After you climbed on Ziggy’s back, and kicked him into gear, you took off for the open fields near the road leading up to the farm.

You’d been out there for a while when you started hearing the faint rumble of an engine, but ignored it because trucks passed near this area all the time.  You probably shouldn’t have ignored it though, because when that modified-to-withstand-tornadoes red Dodge Ram 3500 turned on to the road and took off towards the main house, Ziggy took off after it.  By now, you shouldn’t have been surprised that he recognized the truck or the person in it, but you were…and because you were so thrown off by it, your hands (stupidly) had not been holding the reins.  And because you had not held on, you went flying off Ziggy’s back while he just followed the familiar truck.  Lucky for you, the fall didn’t cause you to go unconscious, but it did knock the wind out of you after you landed hard on your back.

As you attempted to take deep breaths, you heard someone yelling and running towards you, so you tried to sit up.  The voice yelled for you to not move, so you listened and stayed on the ground, with your eyes shut.  You just lay there, waiting.

All of a sudden:

“Are you okay?” the voice asked.  You knew that you knew who the voice belonged to but you were so thrown by being thrown that your brain wasn’t focusing.  You blinked your eyes open, and your vision swam before focusing on the most beautiful face.

“Wha-”

“Are you okay, darlin’?” he asked as he helped you sit up.

“Uh…”

“Did you black out?”

“No.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“Cathy’s farm, in Sapulpa.”

“Do you know your name?”  He smiled when you told him.  “Where’d you come in from?”

“New York City.”

“Why are you here?”

“I’m the new data analyst for the Wranglers.”

“Well…looks like we got another city girl that knows her stuff.”

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summary: There is a Witcher in your house.

pairing: geralt of rivia x succubus!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), light dubcon due to demon magic, penetrative sex (p in v), some biting and choking 😌 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: somehow it's been over a year since i posted a full fic but one ao3 writer's curse later here we are. whole new fandom. i've also never written smut until this show rewired my brain so bon appétit (please be kind). my biggest love to @aphrogeneias and @brandycranby who both let me complain about this story for about three months, i adore you!!

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There is a Witcher in your house.

You smell him long before you lay your eyes on him, the stench of his magic permeating the forest, harsh and acrid. Somewhere in the woods nearby, something is burning.

For a moment, you hesitate, considering your options. A lesser creature would’ve turned on the spot and run, would’ve stolen a horse in the nearby town and gotten as far away as possible, and maybe you should be doing the same. Forsake your home and this region and try to forget them to save your neck.

But your instincts are never wrong, and right now they are drawing you closer, one cautious step in front of the other, until your door creaks open.

He’s sitting in your chair, turned to the side to have a clear view of the entrance. He is propped up against the dining table, his matted white hair sticking to his forehead. The air is heavy with the smell of blood and sweat. Whatever happened across him managed to get him good; he seems to have bandaged himself up, somehow, but the gashes in his chest look painful.

He stares at you, frown deepening on his face, but he stays very still. There is a dangerous look in his amber eyes, full of fire and fury, and for some reason, that doesn’t scare you. Not at all.

Gods, you’re hungry.

There’s a steady pulse of power coming from him, muted but incessant, like his body’s not ready to drop the fight quite yet. He doesn’t, however, reach for the weapons he’s carelessly dropped on your good carpet.

So instead of fleeing, you draw the door shut behind you and you tilt your head.

It’s stronger now, the smell of your own powers. You don’t think it holds as much sway over Witchers as it would do over mere mortals, but it’s still enough for him to white-knuckle the edge of the table.

"I know what you are," he grits.

The low timbre of his voice makes you grin.

"That makes us even, then." You get closer to him, gingerly stepping over his swords. "Are you going to do something about it?"

His nostrils flare a little, but apart from that his face stays unreadable. Only his eyes betray him, still trained on your lips. He can’t help himself.

"I don’t kill your kind," he says.

"How generous of you." You come to a halt between his legs, reaching out to tilt his chin towards you.

He lets you, and there’s the slightest hint of amusement hidden at the corner of his mouth. From up close, the fire in his eyes burns even brighter.

"Let me show my appreciation," you say lowly.

His scent changes ever so slightly with the first small spike of his arousal. It sends a thrill of anticipation through you.

Your fingers trail down his throat, along his broad shoulders, down the taut muscles of his back, leaning into him even more. His hands fall to your hips, almost involuntarily. Slowly, unhurriedly, you let your nose brush against his and he inhales with a shudder.

This is always your favourite part. The final moments before they give into their desire, your meal prepared and served up on a silver platter, ready to indulge in.

"Don’t," he says, barely a warning.

"Don’t what?" You can feel his breath against your smile.

"Don’t tease."

"No?" He’s got remarkable restraint, this Witcher; but you can hear his racing heart. "Alright then."

And between one moment and the next, you let your clothes disappear.

It’s a simple trick, one that everyone of your kind can do as easily as blinking, but it’s never failed you. His eyes turn even darker as he realizes what you’ve done, as you move back a little to let him take you in. You lick your lips as another waft of his arousal reaches your nose.

Delicious.

"Is that better?" you whisper, tipping your head to the side.

He doesn’t reply. He pulls you towards him sharply, and then his mouth crashes against yours, hard and sudden. One of his hands grabs your ass, hauling you into his lap while the other one cradles the nape of your neck.

It’s a brutal kiss, divinely ferocious. Your naked core brushes over the noticeable bulge in his pants and he groans. You move your hips back and forth, just enough friction to make his fingers curl, nails biting into your skin.

This, you think, this is just what you’ve been craving. This sense of presence, of awareness. Your heartbeats growing faster. Pulling, tasting, wanting. More.

You only break the kiss to undo his belt, and he chases after your lips, hazy, starving.

You can relate.

He is already rock hard when you pull him out of his pants, ready and leaking. He pushes into your touch, raw need taking over.

You let out an appreciative hum, positioning yourself in his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest. You want him to feel good, after all, no: you need him to.

You haven’t been sated in so long.

"Witcher," you chuckle breathlessly as his arms tighten around you, caging you against his body. "Aren’t you supposed to kill wicked, evil things like me?"

He growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You gasp as he drags his tongue over the bite marks immediately; like he’s savouring your taste, too.

When he looks up at you again, his eyes are like molten embers.

Your hand tangles in his hair and you yank his head back to kiss him again, swallowing the sound he makes when you sink down on him, and it’s a pity, really, because you could get your fill from that alone. It’s delectably salty and bitter.

Finally, he’s fully inside you, and he tilts his hips to allow you a better angle as you start moving.

"So good for me," you murmur.

He slaps your hand away when you try to slip it between your bodies, and then his own fingers find your clit, gently teasing at first, but quickly applying more pressure. You gasp, your walls clenching around his cock.

He lets out a breathless huff. "There, huh?"

"That’s it. Just like that."

It’s too much. Your breaths quicken as the air around you starts to hum and crackle with building energy. It’s making your head swim, each precise stroke to your clit bringing you closer to that edge you’re chasing.

His mouth still trails along your neck, nipping there. Your skin already feels sticky with sweat and magic as you’re hurled ever closer to the peak of your arousal.

Just as the tension in your core gets tight enough to snap, he stills completely. His cock is fully sheathed inside you, but he doesn’t move, his arms around you hard and unyielding, not even allowing a single roll of your hips. Something between a whine and a growl escapes your lips as your canines come down hard enough to draw blood.

The Witcher smiles at you hazily. "Do you want to come, little demon?"

You want to bite him. You want to suck out his energy until he’s nothing more than a sad, empty husk.

Your snarl only brings out a dark glint in his eyes, and his hand moves to your neck, forcing you to hold his gaze. His grip tethers you in your denied pleasure.

"Ask nicely," he says lowly, brushing his lips against yours.

Wicked, evil man.

Underneath your skin, your powers are brimming with unease, not yet refilled, not yet repleted; he knows this. You know he knows, and yet you’re unwilling to give in. "Or what?"

His grin widens just a fracture as his chin juts out in unmatched arrogance. You could burn it off his face. You could dig your claws into the gashes in his chest and widen them even more, feast on his blood instead.

"I know you need it," he says. His cock twitches inside you. "Beg."

A shiver goes down your spine, hot and cold at the same time.

You don’t beg. Ever. You don’t yield control, not even for your meal, especially not to someone like him. But then he expertly applies pressure to your throat and your eyes roll back in your head, all thoughts lost to the thick haze of your desire.

"Please," you whimper, clenching around him again. "Please fuck me."

He groans, hips stuttering into yours involuntarily before he moves in earnest, keeping his hand on your throat. It’s almost agonisingly slow at first, one roll of his hips almost letting him slip out of your cunt completely before he pushes back in with one single, firm stroke.

Your startled cry of pleasure gets stifled by his mouth, coaxing, biting, until your claws dig into the thick muscles on his shoulders. The arm around your back guides your movement, pressing you even closer to his body than before as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over.

You’re so close. You can already taste the precipice, black stars dancing along the edge of your vision.

Another moan rips out of you when you come apart for air, mouths open. "That’s it," he pants, watching you through half-lidded eyes, "Come for me."

His voice cracks with rapture, and it’s that more than the feeling of his own climax that sends you over the edge.

This part of your nature never gets old: As the orgasm rushes through you, the pent-up energy surrounding you snaps like lightning, funnelling into your body like an invisible current until you shudder blissfully with your appetite sustained. Your magic crackles around you, dancing on your burning skin like sparks of fire.

You hum appreciatively, your eyes still closed as you take a moment to collect yourself. This day has taken a pleasantly surprising turn, after all. It’s been too long since you’ve felt so thoroughly sated.

However, when you try to move out of his lap, the Witcher’s grip on you tightens decisively.

"Is that it?"

Your eyes fly open.

He is breathing heavily, but despite his loss of blood and the energy you’ve pulled from him, there’s not a trace of exhaustion to be found. He still has that same dangerous twinkle in his gaze. Fire and fury. Something lurches in your stomach.

"I thought your kind’s supposed to be insatiable," he says, leaning in to nuzzle at your collarbone. His medallion bumps against your breasts with a sharp vibration as his fingers trail down your side, a slow, torturously delicate touch. "You can give me one more."

It’s not a question. Still, the hands parting your legs even further are almost as gentle as they are relentless. A light press to your overstimulated clit has you keen, spasming around his cock, and he chuckles lowly.

"Eyes on me."

You hadn’t even noticed they’d fallen shut again. You’re leaning heavily into him now, another wave of pleasure starting to build as the smell of his magic envelopes you.

He growls, moving both of you around so you’re spread open on your dining table, him leaning over you with a look that wants to devour you whole. Like you’re the one being served up for him to make a meal out of. Impossibly, he’s growing hard again as his deft hands coax you closer to your next release.

"Just one more."

It’s such an obvious lie, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re brimming with energy, dizzyingly replenished and yet still ravenous. The air is humming with it, the promise of more.

"Don’t lie to me, Witcher," you still gasp.

His smile is positively sinful. "You said it yourself. I’m just so generous."

You’re so full. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his aura flickering with lust, rich and decadent and beautiful.

"In other words," he continues, his lips brushing your ear right as you reach your peak again. "We are just getting started."

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For Day 4 of @erisweekofficial: Hounds | Tradition

Rating E | Kinda Neris, Azris, and Nezriel if you squint | Read on AO3

Warning: This is a dead dove, don't eat situation (serious non-con, violence, and uh... dog stuff), PLEASE read the full tag list on AO3. Eris is evil (bad, actually).

"Is this what we are to you—just pawns for you to manipulate? We are people, Eris, not your damned dogs."  Though Eris had never drowned, he imagined it would feel much like this, the air being stolen from his lungs in an agonizing rush. The world seemed to close in around him until the only thing he could see was the ungrateful bitch before him. He bared his teeth at her and growled. Before he could lunge for her, Nesta started back inside, leaving Eris to seethe impotently amongst the cicadas' lullaby.

Shoutout to all the Betas on this fic. You made sure I didn't trash this one. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

@acourtofladydeath, @chunkypossum, @pippsmcgee, @queercontrarian, @whisperingmidnights and @witch-and-her-witcher

Amazing dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

Taglist: @nocasdatsgay, @chunkypossum, @acourtofladydeath, @pippsmcgee, @queercontrarian, @cauldronblssd , @andrigyn ,  @afandomangel , @rosesncarnations @honeysuckle-daydreams13 , @books-books-books4ever , @tsunami-of-tears , @bailybird71 @ninthcircleofprythian , @the-darkestminds , @ysmtttty , @christeareads , @gretawolf , @jules-writes-stories , @ninthcircleofprythian , @daycourtofficial , @readychilledwine , @sarawritestories , @born-to-riot , @neciebee , @amalhe-koffee, @throneofsapphics , @velidewrites , @pit-and-the-pen

if you are on this list, at some point, you expressed interest in this fic or are on my general tag list. This fic has evolved a lot since its conception, so if it's no longer to your tastes, that's totally fine - no pressure to read <3

[kittenofdoomage]

Off The Trail

THIS WORK IS ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR COPY MY STORIES. 18+ CONTENT AHEAD.

Summary: Getting lost on a hike leads to a more intense kind of adventure.

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Fae!Geralt x fem!reader

Word Count: 2858

Warnings: fairy circles, faun!Geralt, fae!Geralt, horns, otherworldly creatures, sex as payment (sort of?), smut (incl. Oral sex, fingering, size kink, Geralt’s massive package, prep, repeated orgasms, slight cockwarming), a tiny plot twist

You were absolutely lost. Somewhere along the way, you took a wrong turn, losing the hiking path you were following, too busy staring at the beautiful forest surrounding you to realize the marked path had become grass, then bushes. Now, there was no sign of the trail, and you couldn’t tell which way was which. Even your phone was no help, and was close to running out of battery, despite being charged that morning.

For a little while, you walked in circles, finally getting exhausted and stopping for a drink. You packed plenty of supplies, so you took a break, looking around at the cute little toadstools, listening to the bird song. When you were done, you got to your feet, intent on finding your way out, and you noticed that the toadstools actually formed a complete circle around you.

You shrugged, and started to walk. As you lifted your foot to step over the mushrooms, it connected with something, knocking you off balance and backwards onto your butt. Yelping at the sudden impact, you stared at the ring, unable to see anything. Getting to your feet, you tried again, holding your hands out as you moved forward but the same invisible barrier prevented you from leaving.

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, punching at the air. Your knuckles connected painfully and you cried out, clutching your hand to your chest.

At a loss for what to do, you walked around the perimeter, following the line of mushrooms. The barrier appeared to be just before the circle, preventing you from damaging any of the fungi which could possibly have freed you. With a grunt, you returned to the center, sitting down and pulling out your phone. It beeped at you, warning of the low battery, and you held it up, fruitlessly trying to get a signal.

The phone promptly died, and you yelled, throwing it. It passed through the barrier, bouncing off of the mossy grass, now utterly out of reach. Your screeched ‘fuck’ disturbed a few birds in the nearby trees, and when you threw yourself backwards, you covered your face, sobbing out your frustration.

You weren’t an inexperienced hiker. People knew you were out on that particular trail, and you couldn’t have gotten too far from it. Someone would eventually find you, but it could be hours.

Night fell quicker than you expected. The temperature didn’t drop much, but you shivered still, sitting in the center of the circle, hugging your knees as the clouds parted and the moon shone brilliantly above you. In the midst of your despair, you looked up, staring in awe at the carpet of stars that shone, unimpeded by any unnatural light. You had never seen the stars so bright.

A chittering dragged your attention back to your predicament. Around you, bushes rustled, and you thought you could see things moving in the shadows. Your immediate concern had been food and water; now you were concerned about being eaten by something else. This park wasn’t supposed to have any large predators but just because they’d never been seen, didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

The tiny sounds became clearer as you listened, sounding more like excited little chatter rather than anything threatening. You squinted into the darkness, then got to your feet to get as close to the edge of the circle as you could, though it was pointless when you saw nothing. As you stared, the noises stopped, and an almost reverent silence fell over the forest. Even the wind stopped, and you held your breath as something started to emerge from the shadows.

He wasn’t quite a man. Instead of feet, he walked on cloven hooves, and thick black fur covered his lower half, a stark contrast to the long white hair on his head. Curling horns sprouted from either side of his head, twisting into points above his ears, and his eyes were pools of gold, glowing in the darkness. The moonlight shone on his pale, scarred skin, glinting off of a medallion at his throat, which appeared to be the only thing he was wearing. His handsome, ethereal face fixed on you as he grew closer, and his true size made your knees shake.

You swallowed, frozen on the spot. A hundred possibilities rushed through your mind; it could be an elaborate prank, or some sort of television show being filmed out here, or maybe you had hit your head and were currently hallucinating or dreaming. You contemplated every one, avoiding the most obvious of them all.

It was real.

The creature stalked towards you, nostrils flaring and lips twitching, and you still couldn’t move. He stopped at the edge of the circle, folding his arms across his chest as he regarded you.

“You have trespassed, little one,” he murmured, close enough now to touch if he wasn’t on the other side of your invisible prison. His voice was rough yet well-spoken, inspiring butterflies in your stomach. “What do you offer as a recompense?”

Your mind scrambled, realizing quickly he wanted something as payment. There was very little in your pack besides food and spare clothing, tools, maybe a few dollars in your wallet, though you suspected he wouldn’t care for any of it. “Um, I -” You thrust your hands into your pockets, coming up with nothing as he looked on with amusement. “I don’t -”

“What is your name?” he asked softly, tilting his head to one side, almost studying you. You gave it in a whisper, staring up at him as he contemplated you. When he took a step forward, crossing the barrier, you scrambled back, uncertain of his intentions. “You may call me Geralt,” he said, head bowed as he pressed one hand to his broad chest.

Your voice was thick with nerves. “W-what are you?”

His lips curled into a smile, and he began to walk around you, smiling more when you followed in a slow turn, reluctant to turn your back on him. “Do humans not still tell stories of my kind? Sing songs of the folk of the forests?” Your eyes widened. “Fae folk?” he attempted again.

“I mean,” you fumbled, worried that you might accidentally insult him, “we have fairy tales, and books, that sort of thing. But… none of that’s real.” You trailed off as he stopped, a little closer than he had been. “Except you’re… very real.”

“Hmmm, so we are only stories,” he huffed with amusement. “It has been a long time since one of your kind strayed into our realm.”

“Your realm?” you whispered in surprise.

He gestured to the perfect circle of toadstools. “You stepped through the doorway,” he explained, “and I shall send you back. For a price.”

Once again, you faltered, unsure what you could offer. “I have some food, uh, money?”

His laughter at the suggestion was musical, and he stepped forward, forcing you to lift your chin to maintain eye contact. “I have no use for gold,” he drawled, “and no need for your food.”

“Well, um,” you stooped, scooping up your bag, “this is pretty much everything I have with me.” You opened it but he ignored you, keeping his gaze locked on your face, and you began to get the impression he didn’t want anything material from you. Your thighs clenched, and you felt sweat on your lower back, snaking down under the waistband of your leggings. “I don’t know what you want,” you whispered.

His large hand closed around yours, prying the bag from your grip before he tossed it across the circle. “Only a taste,” he purred, licking his lips. “You may decide if you want more.”

You barely had a second to process what was happening when he pulled you close, bending to press his lips to yours. His fingers were warm against your cheek, and he tasted like fruit, though you were immediately preoccupied by your body’s swift reaction to his touch. He was at least two feet taller than you, prompting you to push up on your toes to kiss him back.

“Do you agree to the exchange?” he asked, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

Maybe you were crazy but you suddenly couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. You nodded, managing only a squeak of consent before he was pushing you down onto the ground, long fingers tugging at the waistband of your leggings. An abrupt realization of what was about to happen made you yelp when he had your clothing down around your knees. Your boots stopped him for only a second, and you could only gasp when your naked lower half was assaulted by the cool air.

“It has been a long time since I had a human,” he rumbled, spreading your thighs wide. “And you smell so very sweet.”

The first touch of his tongue against your cunt made your eyes roll back, and a shuddering moan escaped from your lips. Geralt nuzzled into you, exploring you at leisure, easily finding the right spots to make you whimper as your arousal increased. Even the tip of his horns brushing against your inner thighs was arousing, and when you reached down to touch one, he grunted into you, chuckling when you wrapped your fingers around the thick base.

His tongue pressed into you, fucking into your slick channel as you moaned and writhed, held in place by one huge hand. It wasn’t enough stimulation to cum, but it was enough to make your veins buzz with pleasure, and you stared up at the starry sky as you bathed in his touch. Eventually, he withdrew, dragging his tongue up to your clit, making you mewl pitifully when he suckled at it. His free hand brushed against your ass, two fingers suddenly pressing into the dripping hole he’d abandoned, and you cried out as he penetrated you, working you into a frenzy within seconds.

With one hand on his horns and the other twisted in the moss, you came hard, crying out over and over. Geralt didn’t stop, lapping up what you had to offer until you went slack; he chuckled as he got to his knees, sucking at his fingers. “Very very sweet,” he murmured, reaching out to tease your clutching hole again.

“Is that -” You couldn’t breathe properly, and your heart was racing. “Is that it?”

“The choice is yours,” he replied smoothly. “I am satisfied with my taste but if you wish to offer a higher payment -”

“I -” This day literally couldn’t get any weirder, you thought, shaking your head to try and clear the fog from your orgasm, what’s the harm in finishing what I started?

He narrowed his eyes with a knowing smile, almost like he was sensing your internal monologue. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked firmly, one huge warm hand on your thigh.

“Yes,” you whined, reaching for him. He grinned, catching your hand as he loomed over you on all fours, and you felt it for the first time. It extended from a furry sheath, human in shape though far far larger in both length and girth. “That won’t - it won’t fit -”

He seemed to find that funny, taking hold of your hand to wrap your fingers around the mammoth erection prodding at your belly. “It will,” he promised. “I will not hurt you.”

Two fingers pushed inside you again and you mewled, arching underneath him. His cock throbbed in your hand, dribbling precum onto your stomach as he rutted into your hold. You still weren’t sure of his confidence in your ability to handle such a beast, but your curiosity had taken you too far for you to back out now.

He added a third finger, stretching your cunt around the intrusion. You gasped, squeezing at his cock, and he growled, withdrawing his hand to tear at your clothing. It wasn’t the cold that made you shiver when you were finally nude underneath him, but the sheer hunger in his golden eyes. Pulling your hand away from his cock, he leaned back, stuffing your pussy with his fingers again.

“I want to hear you scream again,” he grunted, sliding his thumb over your clit. You nodded listlessly, helpless to his desire, barely even fighting against the wave of ecstasy that made your head swim and your limbs feel like jelly. His fingers kept moving, thrusting deeper and deeper, thumb pressing into your clit with harder circles each time; you had no hope against the bliss he conjured, and granted him exactly what he wanted.

As he loomed over you, he coaxed your trembling legs up and apart. You felt the weight of his cock against your cunt, cooing lightly when he rubbed the thick tip through your folds, gathering up your wetness before he stopped, hitching at your entrance, only threatening to breach. Your breath caught in your throat, and he reached out, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Look at me,” he murmured huskily, rocking his hips forward. “Show me how you fall apart when I’m inside you.”

There was no pain as he split you open, working inch after inch into your tight cunt. You cried out at the sensation, pinned by his weight, at his mercy until he was finally sheathed deep, throbbing and hot inside you. His heavy balls rested against your ass, and you groaned, clenching around him. He answered with an equally heady noise, releasing your throat to crush his mouth against yours again. The kiss was short, yet dizzying, and he granted you no time to adjust before he was leaning back on his haunches, dragging your ass onto his furry thighs and driving his cock deeper into your ruined cunt.

Moonlight bathed your naked skin with an eerie glow as he fucked into you, every stroke harder than the last, until you couldn’t think for the almost delirious state of arousal he had you in. He pawed at your breasts, teasing your nipples into hardened peaks, alternating between the two as you dug your fingers into the grass in an effort to ground yourself. It didn’t work, and you couldn’t stop your own cries of ecstasy as he possessed you entirely.

He withdrew, easily flipping you onto your stomach before he was straddling your thighs, pushing his cock back into you. You squeaked at the added pressure, and your eyes rolled as he started to slam into a certain singular spot that made you see stars. Your cries became silent, overcome by his grunts and growls, and you felt like he was growing impossibly large inside you, a warning for what was to come.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, grasping at your hip to hold you in place, making it clear that he wasn’t going to let you get away. You clawed at the ground, lifting your shoulders only to find yourself pinned by his other hand. The restraint, coupled with his still-strong thrusts, awakening something primal and needy inside you, and you stopped fighting, lifting your ass to accept his seed. The submission seemed to tip him over the edge, and he roared, sinking in to the root to ride out his climax right against your cervix. Every pulse of his orgasm unwittingly dragged you through another too, and you collapsed, whimpering into the dirt as he remained buried inside you.

You had nothing left. Your breathing slowed as Geralt rested above you, eventually rolling with you until you were laying on your side, still filled to the brim with his consistently hard cock. It was strangely comforting, and you dozed off, warming him as he nestled around your smaller frame.

The sky began to change from black to pinks and oranges as the sun rose, reflecting off of puffy white clouds that slowly materialized. You stirred, stretching out naked on the grass, feeling the heavy bulk of the faun behind you. He lifted his head, nuzzling at your shoulder before looking over towards the trees. “I should return you to your own kind,” he mumbled, one hand sliding over your belly, still swollen with him. “I shall think of you often, little one.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. Smiling, you opened them to tell him that maybe you would come back, or maybe even that you didn’t have to go, but when you opened them again, you were back in your clothes, and the toadstools were gone. Someone was calling your name in the distance, and you scrambled for your backpack and your forgotten phone, glancing around to see if Geralt had stayed or -

You were alone. There was no sign to say he’d ever been there, nothing to show for your night together except for the delicious ache between your legs. Even now, the memory was beginning to fade, leaving behind a sort of grief for something that never could have been. You sighed, dropping your shoulders, and then you began to walk in the direction of the rangers calling your name.

From the trees, Geralt watched, smiling to himself. You would figure it out eventually, and then you’d come back to him. He just had to wait.

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[littedidyouknow]

hiii spohie how have you been 🫂

so I finally read fourth wing!! (I've not yet read iron flame so no spoilers please 🥹) definitely did not see that ending coming. also, I get the Xaden hype this man is delicious 🤌🏻

I wanted to ask if you could share some violet×xaden fanfics that include only the first book or au but none that include any info about iron flame 🤭 I'm so excited to start book2 but first I wanted to read some fanfics 🥹

I didn't want to search the ship here or on ao3 in case I came across some spoilers which im sure I'll since iron flame came out last year

sending you all my love ❤️

Hiiii I hope you’re doing amazing ❤️

First of all I am *sorry* that it’s taken me a little while to answer but so happy you liked the book!! I knew Xaden would get your heart 🫶 I’ve been having a hard time knowing what to recommend that wouldn’t include spoilers for IF bc I’m second guessing every little detail lmao, I’m still a little indecisive!

Here are some suggestions,

* Macchiato by @skyfallscotland - one of the first modern AUs I’ve read in the fandom and I love it so much!!

* In Too Deep by the same author it is such a wonderful AU

* On the road again by @widebrimmedhatsblog - absolutely delicious!!

* Violet Sorrengail’s Guide to spinning a scandal by @caeli0306 - I am in love with this one it’s not even funny it’s SO so good

* Ruin me by @witch-and-her-witcher - love love love!!

***

And for LATER, fics and authors you should definitely check out, but only when you’ve read the second book ;

* @justallihere is THE author to read in the fourth wing fandom, and you should start by her masterpiece Storm in the quiet. Make sure to check out every single one of her works they are *amazing*.

* @skyfallscotland - All of her other works are amazing too!! You can also fall in love with her wonderful OC.

* @widebrimmedhatsblog - Another absolute gem of the fandom!! I was debating on whether to include Nights-Verse but I honestly can’t remember if some of the plot could be a little spoilery for IF to you (?) and I haven’t yet delved into In the Heat of it All but I am so excited for this one!!

* @caeli0306 make sure to check out her other works as well!! I absolutely love Castles Crumbling but I’m not up to date with it at the moment.

* There’s also Political Gain by Sarahkwut though I didn’t read the ending yet.

There are SO MANY other authors in the fandom and so many good stories too!! I’ll admit it’s been a little while since I’ve read anything fourth wing so I’m not up to date AT ALL and I’m probably not the best person to ask but I hope this helps anyway!!

I know @hockeyspiral23 has an AU that seems amazing and @overjoyedisland also has so many works!! You should also definitely check out @ficwingrecs !

And if you’re open to other ships, go check out @siobhanbooks, @essjaywrites (Divine Fault Line my beloved ❤️), @alexandia03.

Anybody feel free to add recommendations to grow this list 🫶

[yanny-77]

Where's Bodhi?

Summary: After a fun day at the beach, Sawyer and Bodhi change seats. A decision Sawyer may just come to regret now that he's stuck between Imogen and Garrick in Garrick's old truck. Part 2 of 3: The Road Trip Read Part 1: Are we There Yet?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Fandom: The Empyrean - Rebecca Yarros Relationships: Imogen Cardulo/Garrick Tavis, Sawyer Henrick & Imogen Cardulo & Garrick Tavis Characters: Sawyer Henrick, Garrick Tavis, Imogen Cardulo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Comedy, Road Trip, Arguing makes Garrick Horny

Excerpt:

“Alright, then.” Garrick climbs into the driver seat and slams the door behind him. It takes two tries to get the engine to turn over when he twists the key in the ignition. Sawyer’s nose wrinkles as a faint burning smell fills the cabin. The check engine light flashes on the dashboard, but neither Imogen nor Garrick pay it any attention. Garrick turns the crank to open his window. “AC doesn’t work.”

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THIS IS MY FIRST IMRRICK BE GENTLE

Taglist (sorry Bodoc fans if you're not in it for Imrrick, look away):

@canadian-confusion @siobhanbooks @bestbookfriends

@b3anieperson @hoeelliexx @suebswrites @alltoowellread

@biggestqiblifan @ubiquitouslyme @poisonivy206 @iftheshoef1tz

@nireduh @hunt-athie-athalar @korrinamoe @preally19

@freckledfern @ramzesfics @acourtofladydeath

@chunkypossum @secret-third-thing @alexandia03

@greeneyedwildthing @vanthh @essjaywrites

@feetreadyheartbeatsteady @skyfallscotland @chasing-a-dreamer

@taumoebaa @toberealnow @silverlude @alittlegirlwaitinginagarden

@sliebman10 @sarcasticmothwrites @hockeyspiral23 @ficwingrecs

@tegantales @marxxyy @witch-and-her-witcher @caeli0306

@jules-writes-stories

[iftheshoef1tz]

in the middle, somewhat elevated

Summary: Gwyn is a former ballerina, and she mostly enjoys her life working in her best friend's tattoo parlor. Azriel is a client of theirs with control issues. They fuck about it.

Written for @acotar-omegaverse-week, Day 4: Getting Knotty.

Rating: E

Pairings: Azriel/Gwyn

Notes: Special thanks to @panicatthenightcourt for her Spanish translations, you seriously went above and beyond!! Any errors are my own because soy gringa. And, as always, thanks to @queercontrarian and @yanny-77. And to @witch-and-her-witcher, who encouraged to spit in Azriel's face (quite literally). This left my body like an exorcism was being performed on it. This one's for you, babe!!

They call themselves the Dead Mom Club. It was a very unofficial thing, of course – no dues, no monthly meetings, no real qualifications to join except that you had to, at the very least, have a dead mother. Nesta had been an ally rather than a member until her mother had died two years ago.

She hadn’t been particularly motherly, though Gwyn would never say that to Nesta.

The three of them had met as teenagers in the Boston Ballet School. Nesta came from old, stuffy money in Beacon Hill; she told stories of meeting Yo-Yo Ma on the street outside Symphony Hall, how he greeted her mother by name. Emerie hailed from East Boston, one of the few non-white ballerinas in their cohort. She had practiced her frappes to the accompaniment of roaring plane engines from the nearby airport.

Gwyn, though, had grown up on the outskirts of Independence, Missouri, just as the countryside transitioned from eye-blurring flatness to pleasant rolling hills. Her ballet studio was barely air conditioned, and no one believed her when she said her mother was Mexican. With fair skin prone to sunburn and freckles and a head full of thick, red hair, she looked far more her father’s daughter than her mother’s.

read now on ao3.

[f-imaginings]

I need more billford content from you! SO BADLY! I remember you mentioning that you’re working on some sequels. Can you give us like a sneak peek or do you have any writings you did of them? Or is there any fics that you read that you enjoy? It’s just you write them so well, it’s kinda hard to find other works similar to yours. Basically I’m STARVING

Hi lovely,

Your comment is so lovely I reread it a bunch before deciding to reply today with links and all the good stuff.

I have given the majority of the sequel sneak peaks I can afford to give yesterday, so we'll have to wait until KMKY is finished for more sequel goodness, I only caved yesterday bc it was my birthday and I love giving presents.

What I can do is link some old answers to various gravity falls writing prompts I've done before on my blog, and recommend some of my fanfics in other fandoms to tide you over.

I'm working as hard as I can to get the next chapter ready for you, so hopefully it will be ready after xmas or in early jan, and we literally have the roadside attraction chapter, Dipper and Mabel vs the Future and Weirdmageddon to go and then its the end of KMKY!

I'll be plotting and organising the timeline for ITBICD (It's The Best I Can Do or KMKY 2 electric boogaloo lmao) during this time too so hopefully I can launch straight into it after the final chapter of KMKY is posted!

So here are the links:

Shailesh and Jolene bounty hunter romance short

Fiddleford went home for thanksgiving, here's what Bill and Ford did

Down in the bunker Stanford sexperiments on Bill

Stanford psychoanalyses Bill with an old psychology textbook

For those who haven't read it yet, there was a uptilnow unpublished sex scene from KMKY that has recently gone up on AO3 here

Not from KMKY but an AU where Stanford becomes dependent on percepshrooms instead of Bill for his successes

A half baked Supernatural Billford AU bc I was a nerd haha

If you're keen to explore other fandom fics I've written, I have a murder mystery FMAB AU for folks who loved fullmetal alchemist that I'm pretty proud of.

For people who like the spooky side of Billford I have a half finished Magnus Archives AU fic too that sort of predicted the Jon in a computer part of The Magnus Protocol (I am cursed with the gift of prophecy)

For fanfic recommendations I haven't had the chance to read a lot of Billford fanfic since I tried not to read others fics while working on KMKY (there were a few notable exceptions, Theseus's Guide by @stump-not-found slaps (its fun, well paced and zany!) and I read Statement Abnegation (dark and gritty, not sure I was a fan of the ending since I like Ford to have more agency but for a dark fic it went places) since it was recommended to me. I also enjoyed A Postcard from New Mexico by roseverdict (an excellent concept and nice Stan brothers bonding) that I felt compelled to read)

If you don't mind other fandoms, I'll link my ao3 bookmarks of other stories I loved. There's a lot of batman, magnus archives, star trek, the locked tomb, miraculous ladybug, witcher, thor, rise of the guardians and homestuck (because we all had that phase, don't lie) and the list isn't very long, just some fics I like rereading there.

I hope this helps! I'm working hard on the next chapter so there will be more content for you soon, plus there's always a good reread as a backup option, and the wonders of maladaptive daydreaming haha!

If people want to add their own recommendations to this for fanfic recs please do in the reblogs!

[acourtofkindness]

Thank you for sending in all the stories, here you can find the collection! Some of these are one-shots, some are longer stories, just click your way through them and also check out their other fics!

A Court of Vice and Victors

by @wishcamper Acosf rewrite where Nesta actually gets help and she and Cassian have a healthier dynamic, plus an Illyrian murder mystery

Pages Turned

by @climbthemountain2020 A character study on Nesta Archeron, the hardships she's faced through her life, and how they've shaped her as a person.

Could You Love Me While I Hate Myself

by @witch-and-her-witcher Humans have just been freed from servitude to the fae after years at war on Prythian and times are desperate for Nesta Archeron. With Feyre MIA and Elain a shell of herself, her options are becoming increasingly limited. When one of the young fae warriors, Cassian, who has carved a name for himself on the battlefield proposes to her after recognizing a mating bond between them, Nesta doesn't see any choice but to agree to take him as her husband and move herself and her sister to his home Court and the wilds of Illyria. War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

Firm and Fragrant Still the Brambleberries

by @foundress0fnothing When Nesta became a nurse at the start of the war, she could not have predicted a patient as challenging as Lieutenant Cassian Davies, nor he a nurse as captivating as her. As the same war that brought them together threatens to tear them apart, Nesta and Cassian must navigate the complexities of love and duty to find the way back to each other. A WWI historical AU.

Wreck My Plans, That's My Man

by @c-e-d-dreamer Drummer for the Bat Boys, Cassian has a large following, but sometimes Nesta doesn't appreciate fangirls calling themselves "Cassian's future wife."

It Looks As Though You're Letting Go

by @Darkcat18 (on ao3) Everyone is born with an arrow on the back of their hand which points to their soulmate at midnight on their eighteenth birthday. After her parents' disastrous marriage and her father's subsequent depression following the death of her mother, Nesta realized a soulmate is nothing more than guaranteed heartache and ruination. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she packs up her car and leaves her family and life behind forever. What she doesn't count on, however, is having a soulmate like Cassian, who may be the one to prove to her that a soulmate is what she needs.

I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck)

by @moodymelanist Nesta and Cassian have a steamy one-night stand while out celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, but their lives are changed forever once Nesta realizes her period is late. Follow along as Nesta and Cassian navigate preparing to become parents, balancing their other life stresses, and figuring out their feelings for one another!

Amidst the Madness

by @This_Immortal_Hope (on ao3) Love and war have always followed the same rules: Quick to ignite, slow to extinguish. There aren't many things Cassian has dared to openly want in his 500 years of existence. Not even the position he currently occupies as Lord of Windahaven (far too lofty a spot for nothing more than a well-blodded bastard, if you ask the other Illyrian Lords), but from the second Nesta Archeron stepped foot in his camp, the entire world ebbed into a single truth. She is his. He is hers. Everything else - the war he is meant to lead, the people relying on him, the legacy he should be fighting to protect, cease to exist the second his eyes are caught in roiling silver flames. There is pain in this female, his female. And retribution will be exacted. Rhysand has his war, and now so does Cassian. Whether the two align ... only Nesta can give that order.

Sweetest Con

by @separatist-apologist Nesta Archeron has been trapped in witness protection for the past five years, hiding a secret no one can ever learn. All she has to do is wait out the criminals back home determined to punish her and her sisters for a lie they told years before. She can handle anything- even the new agent sent to keep her safe.

The Whole Truth

by @TheTeaQueen (on ao3) A beautifully heartbreaking story about what if Papa Archeron used/sold Nesta back in their village, and the IC learning this truth. It features Rhys and Nesta sibling bonding over their respective SA traumas. And Cassian helping Nesta to heal and feel comfortable with touch again

The Nesta Variation

by @persegrace (on ao3) A modern AU where Cassian is a military vet and Nesta is a former ballet dancer. They're both dealing with trauma, and meet in AA.

Ultima Ex Nobis

by @fieldofdaisiies Six years into a global pandemic which was caused by a mass fungal infection that turns hosts into zombie-like creatures and makes the whole of Prythian collapse, the former army general Cassian Cadell is tasked with one very special mission – escorting Nesta Archeron, one of the few immune survivors, across a post-apocalyptic Prythian to a group of people of the name L. Their identity is unknown but they can make an antidote.

you make my motor run

by @wilde-knight When Nesta and Cassian are set up on a blind date, neither of them can imagine their families feeling whole again. But with sparks flying between them, will they finally be able to imagine the road ahead?

[the-lonelybarricade]

LB my dear dear! I have devoured all yours and MB's ao3 works till date ❤️🤌 and I am feeling pathetically ravenous for more 🫠. Although my question is- since I have seen people asking you for suggestions as to which blog and which writer to look to for more feysand/elucien content I would like to request the same only and only if you are comfortable and have the time for this pressing request. And thank you even if you couldn't for some reason im only scared since you are busy and wouldnt want to burden you with such an exigent task. . I'm sorry to bother you That would be it 🥺 👉👈

You want blog suggestions for Elucien/Feysand authors? And you think you're bothering me??? Anon, this happens to be my exact area of exertise and there is nothing love more than hyping up my friends!

To kick us off my lovely friend @velidewrites is an extraordinarily talented writer and artist, and also just an all-around ray of sunshine whose blog I cannot recommend enough.

There's also @writtenonreceipts who's every work is literal potery. Pick any of her stroies and you will come undone.

@belabellissima has a beautiful Feysand/Elucien series called the State of Grace and is also one of my favorite people 🥺💝

@azrielshadowssing also regularly feeds us with delciioiusly sinful Feysand and Elucien stories 🥰 hehehe definitely read the tags though!

Among a host of other incredible fics, @damedechance has an onlyfans series that will make you feral - Playgirl (Elucien) and darling.exe (Feysand) 👀👀 Come back to me once you finish losing your mind

@xtaketwox and @itsthedoodle come as Feysand/Elucien pair hehe. @xtaketwox has treated us to lots of goodies, but I wanted to highlight her modern soulmate AU which has a dedicated work for Feysand, Elucien, and Nessian! @itsthedoodle has written so many beautiful feysand oneshots and is the sweetest, most unhinged person you'll ever have the pleasure of knowing.

@asnowfern is so talented and writes for a lot of different pairings, including Feysand and Elucien! Right now she's working on a stunning Feysand AU inspired by a chinese legend called Till Forever Falls Apart

if you're a fan of next-gen, @areyoudreaminof has lots of adorable fics and headcanons centering around Elucien and Feysand as parents!

@witch-and-her-witcher again writes for many couples, including Feysand and Elucien! She recently wrote a Feysand and Nyx oneshot, The Little Tiger, that completely fractured my heart and put it back together.

@thegloweringcastle is another extremely talented writer who has a wealth of feysand and elucien fics! One I really love is the The Law of the Land which is a Feysand western AU with background Elucien 🤠

@darling-archeron has been in this fandom since 2016 and in that time has blessed us with so much wonderful Feysand and Elucien content!! (One day you really need to sit us all down and tell us the fandom lore we all missed out on from the acomaf/acowar releases 👀)

@iambutmortal has a lot of delicious Feysand and Elucien stories! For Elucienweek last year she wrote a really addicting story called The Honeymooners

@labellefleur-sauvage has written so many incredible Elucien fics! As well as a very delicious monster!Feyre fic called Meet Me In the Woods hehehe 👀

@foundress0fnothing always blows me away with her writing. For Elucienweek last year she wrote an Elucien sex cult fic titled Both Forever and Rather Die that lives in my head rent free.

@howlingcaptaincommando is working on a really amazing pirate AU, Never Shall I Die, centering around Elucien, Nessian, and Feysand!

@vulpes-fennec has so many lovely stories, including her Prythian Fantasia WIP which centers on the Archeron sisters and their mates 😍

@popjunkie42 has yet to dip her toes into writing Elucien but maybe one day we can convince her 👀👀 That said she has so many amazing Feysand works such as Hate Me Instead and her current WIP Blossoming In Winter.

Likewise my dearest friend @wilde-knight has only written Elucien and Nessian, but I can't recommend her works and blog enough!! She's working on an amazing Princess Bride AU called Burnished Gold

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship is a die-hard Feysand, Elucien, Gwynriel, and Nessian! Currently they're working on a Feysand fic Five Minutes to Midnight which also features background Elucien!

@octobers-veryown creates so many wonderful moodboards for variuos ships and characters! I cannot recommend following them enough💕

And finally @rosanna-writer, @reverie-tales, @thesistersarcheron, and @starfall-spirit are my multishipping queens 🥰 On their blogs you'll find wonderful content for Feysand, Elriel, Elucien, and other ships as well!

[shadowsandlint]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

Oh, this has taken me some time. Thank you to everyone who's tagged me in their roundups, it has really warmed this shadowed, linty heart of mine ❤️

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

100,802!! I found out juust before the new year that I was missing 6000 words from a 100 000, and as luck would have it, I had a chapter for my secret santa fic that was just that long. Marvelous @neciebee stepped up as beta to help me finish it in time.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

“Completed” is a bit of a complicated term, because technically it’s four, but I have continuations in the works for a couple. 

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

On Ao3 it looks like I only have the one in progress that was started this year (WWUitS was started on the tail end of 2023), but I have four more docs that I’ve worked on from time to time. 

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

Autumn Winds Across the Sea continues to be my favorite in its entirety. An old poet took over my fingers while I wrote that. But there are also parts of Words We Use in the Shadows that I’m really proud of and happy with. For instance the poem-turned-song, and the confrontation and ensuing angst, but also the literary references throughout. Thanks to it its patron saint Marcel Proust ❤️

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

It’s probably Autumn Winds! I used aaall the adjectives and synonyms, and cosplayed as a Bronte sister while writing, so the result is quite gothic and picturesque. 

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

I mean, Words We Use has surprised me so many times. I originally thought it was gonna be around ten chapters, but the story grew legs and ran away from me. It’s currently just out of view, and I’m trying to rein her back in. I was also pleasantly surprised with the recurring readers I got to know, and some of which I now call friends. :) 

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

I really liked the tiny Prometheus retelling I did for Eris Week, but I think it might have been a little too niche? 

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

There are many, and I can’t possibly remember all. But a few that have made works I have really enjoyed are 

@elleybug for her heartbreakingly melancholic depictions, especially of Eris, @palomita-de-la-sangre for her beautifully feral fae, @dawneternal for such wonderful noses, @velidewrites for making them all SO. DANG. SEXY, @thrumugnyr for such excellent incorporations of humor AND headcannons, @queercontrarian for wonderfully detailed character studies, for and the list goes on! 

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

SO SO MANY! If I've ever left a kudos or comment on your work, consider yourself included.And I’m getting overwhelmed trying to write something about everyone, so we’re just listing to avoid this staying in the drafts 

@chunkypossum @iftheshoef1tz @futurehunt @witch-and-her-witcher @the-darkestminds @jules-writes-stories @ysmtttty @talibunny30 @neciebee @mistandmemories @acourtofladydeath @secret-third-thing @unanswered-stars @withmychainzon @separatist-apologist @beesays @fourteentrout @yanny-77 @ofduskanddreams @nocasdatsgay @pippsmcgee @aurorasleeps-27 @born-to-riot 

I APPRECIATE AND ADMIRE ALL OF YOU 

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

See above. I think about ⅔ of the authors are new discoveries from this year, as I only got into Azris in the fall of 2023. 

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

No, but that could be fun :) Hit me up 

Though, it is sort of a collaboration to have a beta reader, and I’m very grateful for @talibunny30 , @pippsmcgee and @neciebee for helping me with some of my writing in 2024. Literal/literary ANGELS

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

Finishing Your Scars on My Pulse, and developing as a writer. It caused a bit of a writing slump, but I’m getting back in the groove!

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

What writing styles that don’t work for me. I tried a couple different ways to draft my stories, mostly in hopes that I would get to the end result faster, but it turns out that my slow and steady way of doing it suits me better. Spewing out words and then revising just makes me frustrated. But it’s a great way for me to draft the overall story! 

14. What is your advice?

Don’t be so hard on yourself. Sometimes it’s very easy to write, and sometimes it’s really hard. It might just mean that you’re getting better at your craft, and your writing style is changing as a result, which can cause a bit of a dissonance. Or maybe you’re in a down period. I sure know how difficult it is to write when depressed. Give yourself the grace to get better, and treat your mind and body well. And don’t compare your work or your success to other writers, it only steals joy. Support others the way you would want to be supported. 

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

Finishing Words We Use in the Shadows, and working on more original fiction. I would also like to write something lighter and less serious, but I think I mostly have angst planned, lol 

Here’s to a good year!

Lint, laugh, love,

SL