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missglaskin · 10 months ago

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Hi I had a question have you ever considered writing for ACOTAR and what do you think about the series and who would be the worst? Yandere to have if you could do a ranking this is not a request. I just wanna know your opinion. I hope you have a good day or night. 😊🥰❤️

I didn’t make a ranking but I did rate them (1 least worst, 10 being pretty bad) hope you don’t mind

Feyre only wants what's best for you, at least that's what she thinks. She feels a great deal of guilt when her mind wanders to dark places. Feyre doesn't like lying or deceiving you, but she always tries to justify herself. She is extremely protective and fiercely loyal, going to great lengths to keep you safe; the end always justifies the means. Everything goes well with Feyre as long you don't struggle against her and just let her take care of you. 6/10

Elain seems harmless at first, lost in her own world, spending hours daydreaming about you rather than approaching you directly. She's shy in approaching you, but her infatuation with you grows steadily and soon enough you start seeing her more often. She does not resort to violence like the others but pretends to be your friend while subtly isolating you from everyone else. You realize a little too late that Elain is scheming to keep you all to herself, not when she gives you that sweet girl. 4/10

Nesta appears cold and distant at first, often trying to push or avoid you altogether. Unaware it’s Nesta’s realization of her intense feelings and maybe it was her way of trying to protect you. But in moments of jealousy or danger, Nesta’s possessiveness becomes glaringly apparent. She does not want to chain you down, but she fiercely wants you all to herself. Desiring to have you solely for her own gaze and touch. You should just trust her and let her make all your decisions on your behalf. 6/10

Mor's danger lies in her manipulative nature and her relentless desire to get what she wants. The second she set her eyes on you; she wanted you. Mor takes the role of your friend, gaining your trust and coaxing you to confide in her. Letting you reveal your deepest secrets and positing herself as your savior to ensure you feel indebted to her. You can never point the finger of blame to Mor, she’s always one step ahead even when you find yourself isolated and powerless to make your own choices. 7/10

Amren is not someone who immediately raises suspicion, but there's an air of uneasiness. Not interacting all that much with her at first. But you'll feel eyes watching your every move yet when you turn to look, nothing is there. She in a way positions herself as an ally, subtly guiding you in the way she wants, all to assert control over you. As time passes, her tendencies begin to surface and she can no longer conceal her possessiveness. Finding yourself isolated and confined to a little place all alone with her. 8/10

Rhysand is charismatic and not even you are immune to his charms, despite your better judgement. He's so good at pulling the strings, steering situations to his advantage. You could accuse him of an act that you know he has done, but he'll turn it around, making you feel guilty for doubting him. When Rhysand senses you're slipping away from his gasp, he won't hesitate to resort to extreme measures. You're trapped with no allies and no means of escape leaving you no choice but to depend on him. 9/10

Cassian's intense loyalty and protective nature may seem his best traits, but it's a means of suffocation to you. Cassian is convinced he knows what's best for you, stubbornly insisting on his ways even if you push him away or outright reject him. His impulsivness guides his actions, causing him to raise his voice or grip you too tightly, but Cassian always apologizes afterward, you must forgive him right? Cassian is nice to have if you never resist and simply allow him to do as he pleases. 7/10

Azriel doesn't approach at first, preferring to watch you from a distance, meaning all the time. His shadows are tasked at keeping him informed and ready to protect you from any impending danger. When Azriel involves himself in your life, he becomes the center of it. Bid farewells to your past connections as he demands your full attention, confined under his very control. You may be allowed some freedom if you comply, but resist or fight back, it won't bode well for you. 8/10

Tamlin is a storm that's looming, ready to engulf you. His protectiveness and possessiveness are like a chain around your neck; suffocating. He's controlling and has a desire to keep you by his side at all times. No matter how much you fight back, Tamlin believes you'll come around eventually, time is all he has. Sometimes, his temper flares and he lashes out, destroying things in his path, and seeing your fear brings him back to his senses where he apologizes profusely, promising it won’t happen again. 9/10

Eris is intensely jealous and controlling, viewing you as his and his alone. There's a high likelihood he'll keep you trapped, unwilling to let you go. But beneath all his possessiveness, Eris is somewhat desperate. He long for you to just open yourself up to him, to surrender to his touches. With everything he went through, Eris doesn't wish to inflict harm on you. Why must you force him to restrain you, to him it's so simple, why not just give into him, a life where he shows you devoted love and loyalty. 7/10

Lucien is aware of his tendencies and has tried to avoid you, but keeps finding himself drawn back to you, unable to resist gazing at you from a corner. He's consumed by his obsession, devoting himself to you completely, and Lucien finds himself unable to fight against it. He never wishes to harm or trap you; he has seen the damage it caused. He hopes his charms and time will be enough to win you over, and become so entwined in your life that you can't take him out of it. 5/10

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tsunami-of-tears · 9 months ago

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Haunted – Part One

Elain x Medium!Reader (sapphic) Rhys x Medium!Reader (platonic)

AO3

Summary: When Amarantha heard of the strange fae girl who could communicate with spirits, she had her hunted down and brought to her court Under The Mountain. Now trapped with the High Lords, Y/N seeks comfort and protection from Rhysand, and the pair develop a secret friendship. Once freed by Feyre’s actions, Rhys brings Y/N back to Velaris with him.

A/N: I’ve decided to split this into multiple parts as it’s lengthy. Part One is the backstory for Y/N and Rhys Under The Mountain and when they first arrive back in Velaris. I just adore the friendship Y/N develops with Rhys ❤️ He really does like to collect strays 😂 Thank you @shadowdaddies for asking about this WIP, I don't think I'd have worked on it otherwise!

Wordcount: 3.4K

Warnings: Reader can speak to the dead, so this is very grief/loss heavy and there are lots of ‘ghosts’; general trauma themes (+ healing); Amarantha, the Attor + UTM; mentions of physical torture and suicidal ideation.

Cold, spindly fingers grip my arm tightly as I’m dragged closer to the dais by the Attor. He shoves me down, pinching sharply into my shoulder and forcing me to kneel before the High Queen. My knees throb upon impact with the red marble. The smacking sound of skin on stone echoes through the hushed hall.

I feel eyes on me from all sides, from the surrounding fae that make up Amarantha’s court. Their chatter dulls as they take in the commotion.

The Attor stands straight behind me and announces his findings, “As you commanded, your Majesty. The spirit girl.”

Amarantha drums her fingers along the arm of her throne, her dagger-sharp red nails clacking against the stone. “Ah yes, I've heard many stories about this one,” she says, smiling cruelly. “Girl, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” I respond flatly, quickly remembering to add ‘Your Majesty’ at the end.

Amarantha toys with the gold chain around her neck, and the charm– no, the bone– hanging from it. “Jurian, what do you think? Do you think the claims are true?”

The man standing beside the Queen steps forward with his arms folded across his chest, his form flickers as he moves. He is human, or was, judging by his rounded ears. “Do you truly care for my thoughts, or do you just like to hear yourself speak?” Jurian asks, rolling his eyes. Those eyes - so alike the one on Amarantha’s finger...

I push myself off the ground and stand up tall, shrugging off the bony clutches of the Attor. “Jurian would like to know if you truly want his opinion, or if you just like the sound of your own voice.”

A gasp ripples through the court and Amarantha gives me a serpentine smile. “So, the little pet does have teeth–” she looks down, inspecting her nails, before returning my defiant gaze– “but can she use them?”

“Rhysand,” Amarantha calls across the court.

A handsome man steps forward, amusement flickering in his violet eyes as he takes me in before bowing deeply to Amarantha. He straightens, inclining his head, “Yes, my Queen?”

“Look into her mind, can she truly speak to those that have departed this mortal realm?”

The male, Rhysand, bows his head again and I feel a night-kissed breeze caressing my senses. ‘Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you,’ a deep, soothing voice says directly into my mind.

How are you doing that?

‘I’ll explain later. For now, be careful what you say. Her sister, Clythia, is a very sore spot.’

I’m not afraid of her.

Surprise and amusement that is not my own ripples within me. ‘I know,’ the voice says before fading away without a trace.

Rhysand rises, addressing the Queen. “Her power is real, Majesty. She can see Jurian standing beside you. He looks quite well, considering...”

Amaranth claps her hands together at his confirmation. “Wonderful, this is wonderful news. Oh, you and I are going to have such fun together.” She waves a hand towards me, my dismissal. “Attor, take her to her room. I don't feel like speaking to the dead at present.”

————

I finally have some privacy in my chambers. The room is small and plainly furnished. There’s very little warmth amongst all the dark stone, I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to fight the growing chills.

I’m alone for the first time in many years. Not even the dead walk these halls, so I only have my thoughts to keep me company.

I feel relieved that being tortured was not in the Queen’s plans for me, at least not yet. And I’m fortunate to get a room instead of a cell. Yes, I think I can make this work.

A soft knock sounds against the wooden door, jolting me from my thoughts.

Has she changed her mind about sparing me?

I move swiftly to open the door; hoping to find a friend, not foe, on the other side of it.

The handsome male from earlier, Rhysand, is lazily leaning against the wall across from my door, picking at the embroidered collar of his black jacket.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he purrs, pushing off from the wall. “May I come in?”

I step back and allow Rhysand entrance. His power swirls around him as he moves, like a cloak of liquid night.

“I apologise that there wasn’t time for proper introductions earlier. I’m Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court,” he offers, bowing his head to me.

High Lord. Of course.

At Rhysand’s admission, memories of Prythian’s history flood my mind. I recognised his name, and the black clothes should have been a giveaway… But his actions thus far did not match any of the stories I’ve heard about the formidable High Lord.

Rhysand gives me a sad smile. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but unfortunately we’re both stuck here. Do your best to keep out of trouble, and don’t do anything to piss her off. You’re now a member of this dreadful court, so you’ll need to attend all the festivities.” Rhysand emphasises ‘festivities’ with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

“Me? But I’m no one special.”

Violet eyes bore into mine as if they could see into my soul.

“You are special. Amarantha covets power - that’s why we’re both here in this position. My kind is called daemati. I can enter minds - make someone my puppet, read every single thought they’ve ever had, or I can destroy them from the inside out.” Rhysand looks to the floor, unable to hold my gaze as he continues.

“I don’t like to violate people that way unless absolutely necessary. I only got a glimpse of your thoughts, but it was enough to know I can trust you. I have to wear that mask around the others, but I’ll try to help you however I can.”

“Thank you. I don’t understand why you’re helping me, but I appreciate it. And I won’t tell anyone about… this.” Whatever this is.

Rhysand looks back at me, nodding once in acknowledgement. “Dinner is in two hours. You’ll need to dress up, I’ll have some of my handmaids come to assist you. Do not show any weakness here. She detests it and will destroy you.”

As Rhysand is about to leave, a woman with large batlike wings manifests beside him. Her form shimmers, her skin a dull pallor. She reaches out as if to touch his inky black hair but her hand doesn’t make contact. The woman’s hazel eyes portray endless love and sadness. “Y/N, please tell Rhys that Juno is proud of the male he’s become.”

He freezes as I relay the message from the beautiful woman. A single tear falls, leaving a trail of silver down his cheek.

“I didn’t think she was watching,” Rhysand whispers. “I don’t deserve her pride.”

I softly wipe away his tears, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “We don’t show weakness out there, but you can with me.”

Rhysand nods, squeezing my hand back. “Deal. And the same applies to you,” he says.

I feel a flash of heat down my forearm. My brow scrunches in shock as I drop Rhysand’s hand and pull my sleeve up. On my arm, there’s a mark that wasn’t there before. A mass of black whorls around a crescent moon.

Rhysand smirks at my contorted expression. “It’s a Night Court tradition to mark our bargains with a tattoo.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “I’m aware of the practice, but you could’ve gone with something more inconspicuous.”

“I think it suits you, Y/N,” Rhysand says, his grin wide. “And as we’re now linked for life, you can call me Rhys.”

Rhys winks at me as he heads towards the door, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Prick.

‘I heard that.’

I smile smugly, shutting the door in Rhys’s cocky face. Prick is a much more suitable nickname.

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The following morning I am summoned to attend the High Queen’s court. Rhys stayed true to his word about helping me, sending his handmaids to dress me.

I never needed such finery in the villages I frequented. Before Amarantha, I travelled between a few temples, offering my services to the Priestesses. Gods, I miss my old life - the days spent on the open roads, the peace I could bring people. There was no peace to be found near Amarantha.

The twins, Nuala and Cerridwen, help me into a gauzy white dress. There are enough layers that it’s not seethrough, and the panels float around me as I move. They dust my face with a light powder and line my eyes with black kohl. They also do my hair, braiding the top section and leaving the rest to flow freely down my back.

I get a glimpse in the mirror before I leave the room, doing a double take at the female staring back at me.

She looks like a ghost.

Amarantha’s eyes track me as I walk the length of the room towards her throne. She smirks as I bow deeply before her.

“You wished to see me, Majesty,” I say, keeping my head low and eyes on the floor.

“My my, don’t you scrub up well when you’re among civilised company,” Amarantha sneers. “Rise, girl. I wish to speak with my sister. I’m sure you’ve heard of her.”

Beside Amarantha, Jurian scoffs.

“It doesn’t work like that, Majesty,” I retort.

Amarantha narrows her eyes at me. “And why not?” she demands.

“I can communicate with the dead, but it’s on their terms. If they do not wish for me to see them, I cannot make them. And I can’t make them talk.”

‘Careful…’ Rhys says into my mind.

I’m speaking the truth. That is not a weakness.

Jurian pushes off the ledge he’d been leaning on. As he speaks, I will my eyes to glaze over - a little trick I picked up, making my powers appear more tangible to those who cannot see what I can.

“Clythia won't come near her while I’m here,” Jurian explains. “My soul is tethered to the pieces she’s kept of me, her cruel trophies… As the bitch is quite fond of my eye, I can’t leave. I don't believe you’ll get the pleasure of meeting her sister.”

“What’s happening?” Amarantha demands. “Rhysand, what is she doing?”

Rhys steps forward, “My Queen, that look, the hazy eyes, it means a spirit is calling to her.”

I let the fog fade from my eyes, turning to address Amarantha again. “Majesty, Jurian is tied to those objects you hold. Clythia will not come near him.”

Amarantha sighs loudly, inspecting her nails. “Of course not, why would she want to be near that filthy human? I have no further need of you today, but I will come up with some other uses for your talents,” she sneers.

I bow again and turn, moving to the back of the room to watch the rest of the proceedings.

————

I very quickly fell into a routine Under the Mountain.

The twins would dress me for court in the morning, making me look like the living dead.

After breakfast, I’d attend the throne room with the other High Fae. Court politics were… complicated. Fortunately, I had little involvement in this.

Then there were the balls and dinners of an evening. They were always a big event, with gruesome entertainment most nights.

I barely stomached the cruelty. After the first dinner - I spent the rest of the night throwing it up. The torment was only made worse when I was forced to communicate with the poor souls Amarantha tortured for sport. I spent many nights lying in bed, replaying the horrors in my mind.

As each day passed, it grew harder to live with myself and the things I was forced to witness.

My bargain with Rhys was the only thing keeping me going.

I began to look forward to his sarcastic comments in my mind while the other members of the court bickered.

When sleep couldn’t find us, we’d spend the night talking down our bargain bond. We exchanged stories of our lives before and made many grand plans for after. We knew they were unlikely to be realised, but our dreams were all we had left.

One day, Rhys tells me of dreams he’s been having—dreams of a human girl. For the first time, he could see her clearly, she must have come over the wall somehow. She was in Prythian.

‘I don’t know what it means, but maybe she’s the one we’ve been waiting for,’ Rhys ponders.

If only I was a seer, that would be a much more useful power.

————

That human girl was indeed who we were waiting for.

That stupid girl, entering into the bargain with Amarantha.

Like he did for me all those years earlier, Rhys helped Feyre as much as he could.

At first, I was doubtful that Feyre would complete all the tasks. When she showed up that wyrm and then threw the bone at Amarantha, I knew she was special. I finally allowed myself to have hope.

Then she died.

I watched as Amarantha snapped her neck. Watched as her life force left her body, though a spark glimmered near Rhys’s chest. Somehow, he held on to her, keeping her soul from moving on.

Once she’s made, I can feel her powers blooming, an echo of each High Lord, mixed with something else. Being brought back left a trace on her soul.

————

Amarantha had been defeated and we were free. Most of her court had left Under the Mountain already, the nastier fae made themselves scarce promptly after Tamlin killed her.

I’m not sure where I’m going to go. My family were long gone, along with the village I once called home. Now, Rhys was my only friend, and he had his own family to get back to.

A rippling black cloud blooms in front of me, and Rhys materialises. His black hair is dishevelled, his eyes wide with shock. Even his movements seem rattled.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, stepping closer.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, but he can’t meet my gaze.

“Don’t lie to me, you don’t have to tell me here or now, but don’t lie.” I reach for his hand, squeezing it firmly.

“It’s Feyre,” he says.

“Is she okay? She’s gone to be with Tam–”

“She’s my mate,” Rhys says so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. His confession stuns me.

“Oh Rhys, I’m so sorry. We’ll work it out, you have that bargain.”

“Yeah, I- I don’t know,” he shrugs, defeated. “If she’s going to be happy with Tamlin then that’s all I want.” Rhys pauses, still unable to look me in the eye. “Anyway, let’s go home,” he says, schooling his features into his signature smirk and extending his hand to me.

“Home?” I question.

“Do you think after everything that I’d leave you here? You’re coming with me.” He smiles softly before taking my hand in his and winnowing us away.

————

We materialise in a living room decorated with tasteful but eclectic furnishings. It’s warm and inviting, especially after those years under the mountain.

A blonde female enters the lounge room as we appear. Her mouth widens in shock and she drops the mug she was holding which shatters on the floor, spilling brown liquid all over the worn rug.

She lets out a sob and runs to Rhys, wrapping her arms around him. He holds her in silence, stroking her long golden hair as his eyes well with tears.

Two winged males enter the room with a short High Fae female.“Oh my gods,” one of the males whispers.

Rhys turns at their entrance and embraces both males. Everyone in the room has teary eyes, even me, while I stand awkwardly to the side.

I’m not usually a crier, but we got out. The weight of that fact is heavy on my soul.

Rhys releases his family and extends his hand to me, pulling me closer. “Everyone, this is Y/N,” he says before introducing each of his friends - all names that I’ve heard before. People that I never expected to meet in person. “Y/N helped keep me sane Under the Mountain. She’ll be staying in Velaris for the foreseeable future.”

Amren steps forward, observing me. I take a step back as her power overwhelms me. She is not from this world.

“What are you?” I ask softly.

“I was going to ask you the same question, girl.” Amren tilts her head to the side as if studying me. “You’re not of this realm, not entirely.”

Rhys cuts in, “Amarantha was using Y/N for her abilities. She can communicate with the dead.”

Cassian pales beside me, his face contorted in shock. “Cauldron boil me, you can - talk to ghosts?” He shudders.

“The living scare me more than the dead ever did,” I reply.

“Isn’t that the truth,” Mor quips before pulling out a bottle of wine and enough glasses for everyone, seemingly plucked from the air. “Settle in, you’ve got 50 years of gossip to catch up on,” she grins.

‘Is there somewhere I can go while you catch up with your family?’ I ask Rhys down our bond.

His concern ripples back in response. ‘You’re family now too, but I understand if you need some space.’

Rhys smiles at his cousin, “We’ve waited 50 years, I think we can wait a few more minutes while we get settled. Y/N, I’ll show you your room.”

I smile and nod as Rhys takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. He squeezes firmly, the way we always do.

“There’s a few empty bedrooms up here, you can take whichever you like - that one–” he points to the door at the end of the hall– “overlooks the garden.”

“Thank you, for everything.” I pull him into a tight hug and he kisses me on the top of my head.

“Go on, tell me if you need anything,” he taps on his temple.

I nod, “You go on, your family are waiting.”

————

Rhys was right. The view of the garden was a nice change after being stuck under the mountain for the last 10 years.

I’ve bathed, but even after scrubbing myself raw, I can’t quite shake the dirty feeling. My skin is red and angry, but I find a lotion in the bathroom that helps soothe it. The lavender scent fills my nostrils.

We got out.

I dress and decide to go downstairs. I feel restless inside and don’t want to be alone with my thoughts any longer.

Rhys looks up as I descend the stairs and he smiles widely at me. “There she is. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah…” I look at the door, and the coloured light streaming through the stained glass panel. “Can I?”

“Of course,” Rhys nods. ‘We’re free,’ he says down the bond. ‘You can go wherever you wish.’

I walk towards the door, hesitating at the threshold before finally stepping into the sunlight.

I pause, feeling the warmth on my skin, a sensation I never thought I’d feel again. In the distance, children are playing and I can hear people talking and laughing as they go about their days.

I shut my eyes, letting the sounds of the city fill my head, enjoying the peace that the chatter brings.

We made it.

“I can’t quite believe it myself,” Rhys says from beside me.

I open my eyes, turning to look up at him.

“We got out,” he says. “It felt so hopeless at the end there.”

“I thought I was going to die Under the Mountain,” I confess quietly. “That she’d tire of my party tricks and amuse herself by torturing me. I would’ve welcomed it. An end.”

Rhys turns to look back at the house, at his family through the glass panes, “No one else understands.”

I take his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. “Our bargain still stands.”

Rhys squeezes my hand back. “Always. Now I’d really like for you to show off your party trick for Cassian. If you’re up to it.” Rhys smirks and I raise a brow. “He’s creeped out by anything that’s not tangible. If you can pretend some spirit is angry with him, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

“Oh I see, you brought me here to be your jester.” I give Rhys a playful shove with my shoulder. “Come on, let’s do it. You can feed me intel so it’s extra convincing.”

“Oh, you’re evil,” he chuckles darkly. Rhys holds the door open for me, and we step inside his home together.

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velarisdusk · 5 months ago

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Gentle Remedies

Day 13: Medical Play | Elain x Reader word count: 1k author’s note: so like.. idk if i did ANY of this justice, this one was one of the harder ones to write bc i never really write elain, and im not really into medical play but i thought it’d be interesting to try. it was fun to write though :) ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

The dimly lit room was filled with the soft, flickering glow of faelights, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. You lay on the bed, feeling a mix of discomfort from your illness and a peculiar anticipation. Elain moved around the room with a practiced grace, her presence calming and nurturing. The soft rustle of her dress and the delicate clinking of glass bottles added to the atmosphere of quiet care.

Elain approached with a cold compress, her hands gentle as she placed it on your forehead. “This should help bring down your fever,” she said softly, her fingers lingering on your skin with a soothing touch. Her voice was tender, but laced with a playful edge. “I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

You managed a weak smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “I am capable of caring for myself, you know. You don’t need to play healer.”

Elain’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she met your gaze. “Well, I have a duty to make sure you’re not just feeling better, but thoroughly cared for. Wouldn’t that make me your healer?” Her tone was light, but there was an unmistakable edge of seduction in her words.

She moved to collect an herbal tea she’d prepared, the sway of her hips as she walked slow and deliberate. “Let’s see if this helps with your symptoms,” she said as she brought the steaming mug to your lips. The aroma was rich and earthy and just what you needed. Her proximity was intoxicating, and the warmth of her breath on your cheek was both comforting and arousing.

“You might need more than just tea to feel better,” Elain continued, her voice dropping to a soft, sultry whisper. “A thorough examination might be what you need.”

You looked at her with a mix of curiosity and eagerness as she began to untangle the blankets around you, revealing your nightgown bunched up around your thighs. Her fingers moved gently but deliberately, every stroke feeling like part of a carefully crafted routine. They brushed lightly along the exposed skin of your legs, tracing soft, teasing circles that sent shivers down your spine. She smiled, a slow curve of her lips, as if fully aware of the effect she was having on you. “You’re tense,” she remarked, her voice slipping into something smoother, more commanding. “I’ll have to take care of that.”

She reached for a vial of oil from the bedside table. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air as she uncorked it, letting the calming fragrance wrap around you. Elain poured a small amount into her palm, her gaze never leaving yours, the heat of her eyes a sharp contrast to the cool oil that met your skin,

Her fingers worked methodically, massaging the oil into your skin with soothing pressure that was anything but innocent. Her touch lingered in places that made your pulse quicken, the pads of her fingers pressing gently into your thighs, your hips, and further up. You weren’t sure whether to sigh in relief or gasp at the growing tension.

Elain’s smile deepened as she noticed your reaction. “You’re responding well,” she whispered, her voice soothing. Her fingers ghosted along your ribs, her thumb grazing the underside of your breast. You shivered, a mix of fever and the thrill of her attention, and she smiled in response, her fingers never faltering as they explored.

“I need you to trust me,” she said softly, but there was a command beneath her words. “If we’re going to get you feeling better, I’ll have to be thorough.” She paused, leaning closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered in your ear, “Very thorough.”

Her fingers trailed lower, tracing the soft curve of your abdomen, her touch light as a breath. “You know,” she mused, voice dripping with the kind of teasing intimacy that made your heart race, “herbal remedies can only do so much. Sometimes, it’s a matter of easing tension… and letting the body respond naturally.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat of her attention even as the coolness of her hands contrasted against your feverish skin. “Is this part of the treatment?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse, but carrying a note of playful curiosity at her advances.

Elain’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes never leaving yours. “Oh, absolutely,” she replied, her tone sweet but laced with something darker, more intimate. “Would you like me to continue?”

Despite the fever, you managed a soft laugh. “I’m not sure I’d ever forgive myself if I stopped you.”

Her fingers stilled for a moment, and then she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” Her hand slid lower, fingers skimming the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You gasped at the coolness of her fingertips, the contrast between that and the heat that pulsed low in your belly.

“Elain–”

“Shh,” she soothed, her thumb circling higher, teasing, as if testing your resolve. “Let me take care of you.”

The slow, torturous build of her touch finally led to where you needed it most, her fingers slipping beneath your underwear with a confidence that made your breath hitch in your throat. Her gaze never left yours, her eyes dark with intent as she pushed past the fabric and pressed her fingers against your center, slick and ready for her.

“See?” Elain murmured, her lips brushing against your jawline. “Your body wants me to make you feel better.” Her fingers slid between your folds, teasingly light at first, exploring, until she found just the right spot. Her thumb circled your clit in deliberate, agonizingly slow strokes. A broken moan escaped your lips, hips jerking involuntarily toward her touch as pleasure pulsed through you, your body arching to meet her rhythm.

Elain’s smile deepened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she watched your reaction. “You’re so good for me,” she whispered, dipping her fingers lower, pressing into you with a slow, deep thrust.

You gasped, your hips arching into her touch, your fever all but forgotten in the haze of pleasure she was drawing from you.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her fingers curling just right, hitting the spot that made your entire body shudder as you cried out. “I told you… I’ll take care of everything.”

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ervotica · 11 months ago

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pairings; tamlin x reader, tamlin x lucien vanserra, tamlin x elain archeron, lucien vanserra x reader, lucien vanserra x elain archeron, elain archeron x reader. tamlin x lucien x elain x reader. this is a poly fic!

a/n; my first tidbit of these four! still undecided on whether it will stay x reader or i’ll create an oc (leaning towards oc atm but let me know!) any thoughts or discussions for this dynamic and these four are open! my inbox is always open for them <3

warnings; none really just fluff, suggestiveness, established relationship dynamic, polycule

thinking about how hard elain would blush if you started calling her lainy.

she hides her face and muffles her giggles with the palm of her hand as you coo over her, the nickname falling from your honeyed lips in a way that has her skin prickling with heat, subtly fanning at the white-hot flush that seizes hold of her every nerve ending.

lucien positively roars with amusement at the effect you have on her, his willowy stature drifting over to the pair of you where you’re sat in the grass, hair tousled and windswept with the breeze of the spring morning. he presses a kiss to each of your cheeks and snorts at the residue of heat that emanates from elian’s milky skin, flushing her a soft shade of pink.

the way tamlin follows the redhead’s lilting laughter always amuses you, as though he has a sixth sense for the three of you, drawn to you like a magnet. he drops a kiss atop elain’s head fondly before he’s hooking his arms beneath your shoulders and hiking you up and into his lap to whisper tauntingly in your ear.

“teasing, are we, my flower?”

“never!” you gasp, swatting indignantly at his chest; he only tightens those thick corded arms in response, nudging at your jugular with the bridge of his nose. a deep hum seeps through his chest when you go limp and pliant, a content smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. he presses a kiss there, too— right at the crease of your lips, the lines carved into your face from years of laughter.

lucien’s lithe fingers are pushing at elain, ushering her into tamlin’s arms right beside you so he can cage the pair of you in, his arms easily finding purchase splayed over you both, sandwiching the four of you together in a mismatched sort of embrace. elain has gone soft against tamlin, mirroring you, ever the epitome of tranquility: eyes closed, a placid smile on your face as your mate nips and kisses at your bare neck.

lucien crowds your space some more, a fervent kiss pressed to each pair of lips in turn; he lingers on tamlin, his tongue darting out to probe further into the high lord’s mouth, jostling both you and elain slightly until you’re pressed chest to chest, trapped between the males as the sounds of wet kissing and deep, gravelly moans encase you. elain tugs you forward by means of her fingers curled around the bodice of your dress.

“c’mon,” you guide her out of the tangle of limbs, coming to rest only a few feet away from the males, who are now tearing at each other’s clothes. “animals…” you muse, eyes bright with laughter as you press a hand to her ribcage and nibble at her bottom lip. she gasps, instinctively arching to press more of her body to yours. she’s docile and receptive as you lay her down in the lawn and crawl on top of her.

you grin and it’s wicked, alight with mischief.

“come on, lainy. we don’t need those brutes to have fun.” her responding giggle is muffled by your mouth slanting over her own, soft hands - so unlike that of your mated males’ - threaded through her hair.

she thinks she’d do anything you’d ask her as long as you keep talking to her in that sweet voice.

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yourlittlebunnyy · 6 months ago

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i have the dirtiest, nastiest, freakiest tamlin nsfw headcanon saved in my draft i just need to find the courage to post it i swear.

same with eris. and azriel. and lucien. and elain.

update: i posted tamlin and azriel and lucien

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shadowdaddies · 11 months ago

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Celebration

Elain x Reader fluff/smut

Summary: you try to bake a cake for Elain for her birthday, but there's something else she'd rather eat

warnings: smut-ish, frosting in places it shouldn't be

Your upper arm burned as you whisked the frosting, much thicker than you knew it should be when the oven dinged behind you, making you jump in surprise.

You turned to see the cakes slightly browner than you would have liked, sighing as you pulled them from the oven to cool on the stove. Tossing the warm oven mitts to the side, you refocused your attention to the pink and orange “frostings” - if you could even call them that - feeling defeated in your efforts.

Elain was always attentive, making everyone else’s birthdays special with her exquisite cakes, and all you wanted to do for your girlfriend was let her relax on her own day while you made the cake.

It was an ambitious task, baking and decorating her birthday cake when you had never so much as baked one before, but you stupidly refused Feyre’s offer to help decorate, insisting that you wanted this to be a gesture from you alone.

Now, you stared down at the globs of frosting in their bowls, realization hitting that the sunset with flowers you’d planned to decorate the cake with would not be coming to life. Elbows resting against the cool marble of the kitchen island, you buried your head in your hands while you wondered how your beautiful girlfriend made baking seem so easy and graceful.

As if on cue, Elain padded into the kitchen on soft footsteps, her presence a glowing warmth as arms wound around your waist. Brown eyes glimmered with joy and amusement as she took in the scene before her, the colors of frosting and cooling cake and your half-baked plans to impress her.

“This looks wonderful,” she gushed, finger dipping in the orange frosting before lifting it to her lips. She sucked in the sugar with a moan, eyes fluttering slightly as you tracked her every movement with increasing interest.

Her full lips wrapped around the digit, puckering as she sucked the sugar from her skin. Your breaths grew short, arousal pooling in your core while you watched. “It’s nowhere near done,” you admitted, drawn from your daze to look at the mess you had made upon the counter.

“And it won’t be anywhere near as beautiful as what you decorate,” you sighed, eyes downcast to avoid her own as defeat sank in.

Elain’s lips spread into a Cheshire grin, mischief aglow in her doe eyes as she effortlessly scooped pink frosting into a piping bag. A shock rolled through you at the feeling of her warm body against yours, caging you in against the cool counter.

“But I see something much more beautiful than anything I’ve decorated,” Elain breathed, eyes raking over your body. The nightgown you donned suddenly felt see-through under her assessing stare. “And something I’d much rather eat than cake.”

Her hand slipped underneath your slip, fingertips cool against the warmth of your upper thighs. “Up on the counter, flower,” she purred, tugging her bottom lip between white teeth.

You leapt backward onto the marble, gasping at the sensation on your flushed skin, slick growing between your legs. You watched, hypnotized, as Elain flipped up your skirt, exposing your core to the room.

“Beautiful,” she murmured, one hand holding the piping bag as the other drifted towards your center, delicate fingertips grazing your core.

“Lay back,” she smiled, nodding in approval when you obeyed her direction. Hands slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of your gown over your chest to bare you to the room. “Good girl, now stay still.”

You gasped, squirming underneath as you felt the cool piping bag pour frosting over your stomach, down lower and lower until it hovered just above where you craved her most.

Elain set down the piping bag, hands spreading your legs as you looked to her with admiration before glancing at your bare skin. There, she had written “I love you” in the frosting more beautifully than you could have achieved on the cake.

As her warm tongue flattened against your lower abdomen, you moaned out what weak warning you could manage. “Elain, if you start, I will take you upstairs and we won’t leave the bed today.”

A small laugh left her lips, the sound like bells echoing on a sunny afternoon. “Perfect,” she mumbled against the heated flesh, working her way towards your swollen breasts.

Her tongue flicked out over your nipple, your desire overwhelming any sense and you pulled the stunning woman over you, legs wrapping around her waist as you dipped your finger in another bowl of icing. Dragging the purple hue down her chest, your hand drifted down to her soaked core.

Reveling in the gasp that escaped her at your touch, you smirked before bringing the sugar-coated arousal to your lips and sucking. “Allow me to celebrate you as long as you like, then.”

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velarisnightsky444 · 5 months ago

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Kinktober Day 13: Cuckolding with Elucien

CW: Dom Elain, oral(f receiving), fingering, masturbation, face sitting.

AN: I want to start associating different eras with the different courts I'm writing about(I have a guide to what eras match what courts on my masterlist.) Spring Court is Victorian, so I will be making our girlies undergarments historically accurate. I think it keeps the fantasy alive. I don't love how modern ACOTAR can be.

Summary: You go home with a cute couple one night after meeting them at the bar.

Word Count: 1.2k

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It was quite common that you went to the Spring Court taverns to find a male or female to go home with. Every now and then when you were lonely, and needed company. Or when you needed satisfaction that your hand couldn't provide.

But in the years you'd been doing this, you had never gone home with a couple. A few had approached you, but you usually shut them down. You didn't think you'd enjoy being with two people at once.

This couple had been different, though. You'd been staring at them all night, entranced by their beauty as you nursed your drink. The male with long, red hair and a scar down his face. His dark skin and fine clothes. Then there was his pretty partner, with her golden brown locks and deep, brown eyes.

They'd caught onto your staring, the female smirking when she caught your eye. When they approached with their proposition, you had initially voiced your concerns about being with two Fae at once.

But they had assured you that you had nothing to worry about. Because Lucien, the male, just liked to watch. Elain picked up males and females from bars, took them back to their home, and slept with them while her mate watched.

They had brought you back to their gorgeous manor, and you were taken aback by how fine it was. Such a lovely home, with a wonderful garden in the front yard. Elain held your hand, leading you into the house.

They took you upstairs, to a bedroom off of the hallway. You knew Elain must've done all the decorating with how lavish the room was. Pink sheets in a golden bedframe, a mural of flowers on the wall behind the bed. A pink and gold canopy. You could've laughed at the idea of a tough male like Lucien sleeping in this bed every night.

Elain's delicate fingers nimbly undid your dress, helping you out of it. The poofy skirts pooled at your feet. The girl stepped behind you, beginning to unlace your corset. Your breath hitched as you met Lucien's eyes. He sank down into a chair that sat in the corner of the room, pulling his cock out of his trousers.

Elain took off your corset, then dragged down your drawers, leaving you in your chemise. She began stripping out of her dress and undergarments as well, her eyes caught on yours the entire time.

"Take it off, YN," Elain instructed.

You nodded, lifting your chemise over your head, leaving you naked. Lucien hummed from the chair, palming his cock at the sight of you. And once Elain had stripped down, the sight of his bare mate, as well.

You took in Elain's bare body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, with her rounded breasts, the swell of her hips, the slight pudge of her stomach. Her thighs, her soft skin, her delicate arms. She was perfect.

"So gorgeous," Elain mused, looking you up and down. "Get on the bed, lovely flower."

You laid down on the pink sheets, spreading your legs. Elain smirked at you, crawling onto the bed. She made her way up your body, then hovered above you, her brown hair tickling your cheeks.

"Watch, Lucien," Elain instructed her mate.

She leaned down, her eyes caught on yours, and kissed you deeply. You moaned against her lips, your hands intertwining with her hair. Elain deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth.

Elain groped your right breast, squeezing just slightly enough to make you mewl beneath her. She caressed and kissed you so sweetly, her lips tasting of honey and her body smelling of flowers.

You could hear Lucien's moans from the corner, could hear the obscene sounds as he pumped his cock in his hand, but you paid him no mind. You focused on the breathtaking girl on top of you.

"Gonna make you feel good, YN," Elain whispered, kissing down your jawline to your neck.

Her lips trailed down your breasts, your stomach, then down to your core. She spread your legs wide, licking a stripe up your center. You whined at the pleasure it envoked, fisting the sheets in your hands.

She pressed a kiss to your clit, delighting in how your hips bucked. Her lips locked around the bud, sucking at it. You turned your head in pleasure, locking eyes with Lucien from the chair he sat in.

His breaths were harsh, his eyes locked on the two of you. You smirked at him as moans his mate was drawing from you left your lips. You never thought you could be so excited by being watched like this, but it gave you a kind of arousal you had never felt before.

Elain slid a finger inside of you as she continued licking at your clit. You whimpered, grinding against her long fingers and face. She chuckled against you at your enthusiasm, sending a wave of pleasure over you.

She added another finger, stretching you out just slightly. The small amount of discomfort only added to your immense pleasure. Her tongue was working wonders on your clit, in a way no one else had ever worked you before. Females were always quite skilled with their mouths, but none had ever come close to Elain.

She pumped her middle and ring fingers in and out of you, curving them just slightly to hit that perfect spot inside of you. Your moans were becoming louder, your breaths unsteady as the pleasure built up.

Her nimble fingers moved faster, harder, and that coil in your lower stomach began to tighten. You gasped, hips bucking against Elain.

"I'm gonna cum," you whined, desperation laced in your voice.

Elain sucked hard on your clit, and as her fingers hit that spot one last time, you climaxed on her mouth. You grinded against her, desperate to get every ounce of pleasure you could. Elain worked you until you were trembling with overstimulation.

Elain smirked, wiping her mouth as she locked eyes with you.

"If you can be good while she makes me cum, I'll let you clean us up, Lucien," Elain said to her mate, who had already cum once.

The idea of making her cum delighted you, and as she crawled up toward you, hovering above your face. Elain teased you, lowering her cunt to your face, just to pull away at the last moment.

"You want to taste me, baby?" she asked.

"Yes, please," you pleaded, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses.

She finally sat herself on your mouth, her hands on the headboard to support herself. You licked up and down her core, gripping her thighs to hold her down. Her moans were music to your ears.

You sank your tongue into her cunt, as deep as you could. She gasped, grinding her hips against your tongue. Her little whines were so cute, you could barely believe they were coming from the female that had just been ordering you and her mate around.

You sucked and licked at her as she rode your face, chasing her pleasure on top of you. She tasted so sweet, the sweetest you had ever tasted.

When she came, you licked up her release, making sure you didn't waste a sweet drop. You had never known a female could be so perfect. But she was.

"You can clean us up now, Lucien."

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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can i request elriel x reader, where az is pampered by Elain and reader? Like he sees reader sitting on top of elain and plucking her eyebrows/giving her a face mask or smth, and they invite him. So now reader is putting pink little hairlips in it while elain puts on a sheetmask, then they give him a manicure and massage him bc he has a lot of tension. He’s all relaxed, dressed in a pink robe with a headband on and they think he’s the cutest ever and they coo and literally fall head over heels😭

Pampered

Elriel x reader

A/n: This is my first Elriel fic and I was so happy to write this. In the opinion of ships, I don’t have a one. Personally I want the best for Elain and Gwyn and I just want them to heal. Both my girls have been through so much they deserve peace.

Warnings: none

As Azriel drew closer to the bedroom he heard the sweet sound of you and Elain giggling. It was late for you two to be up, he thought to himself. He loves the two of you dearly, but if the two of you were going to be up all night Azriel would just go sleep in one of the many guest rooms the House of Wind has to offer.

It had been a long, exhausting day. Rhys brought him along on a quick trip to Illyria, then he had a meeting that lasted forever with a few of his spies, and to end the day he spent hours trudging through the underbelly of Hewn city searching for a lead on a potential serial killer who was after poorer residents.

Pushing open the door Az is greeted by the sight of you straddling Elain with tweezers in your hand, both in fluffy pink bathrobes. Small bowls of different snacks sat on a blanket at the end of the bed while the rest of the duvet had different beauty items spread out. Azriel held back his sigh. He just wanted to sleep.

When the two of you finally notice him smiles break out on your face. Scrambling off the bed you and Elain rush over to your mate, throwing your arms around him. “Azriel you’re home!” “We missed you love!” Your eyes meet Elain’s soft brown ones when you both feel how tense he is in your grip. Your smiles turn into concerned frowns as you pull away from him.

Taking in his face you notice how tired he looks. There are bags under his eyes, his shoulders droop, and you can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep his mighty wings from touching the floor. Elain brings a hand to rest on his cheek. “Az, you look tired. Did you have a long day?” He didn’t feel like talking. All he could muster was a lazy dip of his chin.

“I’m sorry Az. Have you eaten?” He shakes his head. You and Elain look at each other. The same plan forming in your heads. “There are some left overs, I’ll go make you a plate.” You say, quickly leaving the room before Azriel can object. Elain takes one of his rough hands in hers, “And I’ll draw you a bath. We love you Az, but you can’t get in bed smelling like the sewer.” Elain jokes, trying to make him smile.

Pulling him towards the bathroom Elain lets go of his hand. Azriel sinks onto the vanity stool, no longer possessing the strength to stand. He watches with half closed eyes as Elain bustles around the bathroom making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that Az has a soft towel and his robe for when he’s done.

Azriel didn’t even realize Elain was undoing the clasps and ties of his leathers. He undid the clasps under his wings, helping Elain pull his shirt off. Forcing himself to stand Az does the rest and steps into the tub, moaning at the warmth of the water loosening his muscles.

By the time you return Elain is washing between his wings. You shoo her away so she can clean up the bedroom and you can take over. Azriel perks up at the loss of her touch. Relaxing again when he spots you taking her spot. “Relaxed yet?” A tired smile forms on his lips as he shrugs. He finishes washing and finally pays attention to the plate you had been trying to shove at him.

He reaches a dripping hand out to pick at the dish. You pull it away from him and click your tongue. Picking up the piece Az went for you hold it up to his lips. He reluctantly eats it. As you keep feeding him, he relaxes again letting you take care of him.

You notice goosebumps along Azriel’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you out.” After drying him off you help him into his bathrobe, leading him into the bedroom. The snacks and beauty products have been cleared away. Leaving only Elain sitting in the middle.

You have Azriel lay his head in your lap while Elain sits next to him. “You don’t have to do this. Truthfully I just want to go to sleep.” He says softly. “We can’t let you go to sleep tense Az.” “Yeah, just relax and let us take care of you.”

You two work in tandem to pamper Azriel. Elain lotions and massages his hands. Digging her thumbs into his palms, pulling on each of his fingers to work out the stiffness. You oil in his hair, massaging it into his scalp moving down to his temples to get rid of those pesky headaches.

Elain puts a head band on him while you prepare a face mask to soothe his skin. You apply it with a brush and while it drys you rub his shoulders. Wiping it off Elain switches with you to wash and moisturizing his face.

Once you’re finished Azriel is half asleep, his limbs heavy as you try to push him to the middle of the bed. You go to turn off the lights while Elain pulls down the covers. She waits until you’re back in bed to tuck you all in. You each place a soft kiss on one of his cheeks. He lets out a soft hum, mumbling goodnight.

The two of you lay on his chest and he lazily wraps his arms around you. As you drift off to sleep your hand finds Elain’s. She brings your knuckles to her lips placing a lazy kiss on them.

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qwimblenorrisstan · 5 months ago

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Allergies | Elain x Reader

Day 11: Ingredients and Spells w/ Elain Archeron

Summary: Elain wants to visit the new cat cafe in Velaris, but can’t because of your allergies, so she comes up with a creative solution…

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: animal parts, little explosions, cute tiny kitties

A/N: I’ve never written for Elain before, but this was inspired by the fact that I’m going to visit a cat cafe later today (I want a cat so bad) hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

You knew she’d been working on something new.

It was hard not to tell, really, when she was holed up in her room most of the day, strange scents that were mostly herbal if not a bit acidic leaking out from under the door. After a few of Feyre’s complaints, worried about Nyx inhaling too much of it, Elain eventually complied and used a towel to block out the bottom of the door with a neatly folded towel.

It wasn’t very clear what had thrown her into her work so avidly, but even your questioning didn’t get anything out of her, and she only stated that it was important, a determined gleam in her eye.

It might’ve been when she’d brought up visiting a cat cafe that had just opened up nearby in Velaris, the courtesy of a few humans migrating all the way to Velaris somehow, eager to explore Fae lands now that the Wall was gone.

You were quick to point out that you were quite allergic to cats and saw how defeated she looked. You felt bad about it, suggesting that maybe she should just go with her sisters or the other friends she’d made in the group baking classes she’d started attending, but she’d simply shaken her head.

And then she’d gone to consult Madja, carried some very heavy books back to her room, and been holed up for almost two days in a row.

You should’ve realized what she was trying to do sooner, but you hadn’t and had instead gotten sick of not seeing her, barging into her room one afternoon with a huff, raising a brow at what you saw.

Different samples of plants were everywhere, with various strange gatherings, such as the foot of a hare, a deer’s antlers, a frog’s eye, and a gathering of crow or raven’s feathers. There was a small bowl placed on her desk, a bubbling liquid inside, though it wasn’t a cauldron.

It didn’t take much thought to realize why she didn’t like cauldrons.

You both caught each other’s eye, staring at each other for a few moments before you finally broke the silence.

“I thought Nesta specialized in witchcraft?”

You asked teasingly, raising a brow as you closed the door behind you, Mother forbid Nyx get a whiff of plants, and walked slowly over to her desk, watching as she opened her mouth, closing it, before opening it again as her cheeks grew red.

“It’s just—you said you were allergic, so I figured I’d figure out how to fix it, but the recipe won’t work—“

She stammered out, and you hummed, watching her slender fingers flip the pages of a particularly thick book that looked ancient to a page about allergies and how to make them less potent.

You smiled warmly at how much effort she’d put into this, just to try and help you feel involved. The instructions were complicated, with the typical witchy ingredients, most of which she’d laid out on the table, and the ground or chopped herbs preserved in jars or laid out in separate bowls.

“We could do it together?”

You suggested, and she seemed to think for a moment, before nodding, her face breaking into a gentle smile as she took her spot to your right, listing off the ingredients and measurements as you picked up a few measuring cups from her desk, laying them out in order from largest to smallest, before organizing the ingredients in the order that they needed to be used.

A bundle of rosemary.

A hare’s foot.

Shavings of a deer’s antler.

A tablespoon of cilantro.

Frog’s eye.

A few more random spices and herbs that were odd, before sprinkling a few dark bird feathers over the mixture, and a large poof that felt like an explosion had you and Elain both stepping back, a hand around her waist, holding her behind you.

“You alright?”

You asked, looking her over, making sure nothing was too bad, and she nodded, looking you over for the same reason. Both of you glanced at your hand on her hip, freezing for a moment, before you chuckled nervously and pulled away.

Her cheeks were red yet again, but a bit of awe entered her eye as she slowly crept up to the bubbling mixture in the bowl on her desk, greenish in color, an aroma of clovers seeming to surround it, mixed with freshly cut grass.

“Well, we did it.”

She muttered, fingers gingerly wrapping around the bowl, pouring it into a small cup as it swirled, a bit of steam coming off.

“Drink up?”

She offered you the cup, a nervous smile pulling at her lips as she watched your expression, the slight bit of sweat dripping down your forehead at the thought of drinking it. You accepted the cup, raising it in a gesture of cheers, putting it to your lips, and tilting your head back quickly, the thick liquid sliding down without you even needing to swallow.

It didn’t taste great, to say the least.

But after the cup was empty, you handed it back to her, trying not to regurgitate whatever you’d just drank.

Not even an hour later, the both of you were sitting at the cat cafe, little kittens bouncing around, running all about as the both of you settled on the soft, carpeted floor, chatting idly while waiting for the cats to approach any of you. Eventually, a few kittens shyly approached, the one with the most energy taking messy steps, stopping to sniff at the puff of the bottom of Elain’s sundress, deeming it acceptable as it crawled onto the material, promptly falling asleep.

Two others sniffed at either of your hands, little claws tugging on your skin as they shakily crawled their way up to your sleeves, settling into the nook of your neck, both cuddled up.

You were pleased to find that you didn’t even feel a hint of a sneeze coming on, no snot, no coughing, no dry or scratchy throat, or even any sinus pressure at all afterward.

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thewickedspinster · 10 months ago

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requests are open!

hi there! i've been around for a while, but i'm just now starting to engage and post here for myself. i'm a writer, mostly of fanfic but also of some other wips, and i want to extend my services to the tumblr side of the internet! i write for a slew of characters that are all wildly different, which i'll list below. send a message to my inbox with your ideas! i'll hear anything out and let ya know if i'm cool with it.

also, here's a link to my acotar fic on ao3 should you desire proof that i can, in fact, write:

the lineup:

sjm universe

azriel

cassian

nesta archeron

elain archeron

eris vanserra

lucien vanserra

aedion ashryver

chaol westfall

rowan whitethorn

fenrys moonbeam

lysandra

ruhn danaan

tharion ketos (sue me)

harry potter

james potter

remus lupin

harry potter

ron weasley

fred weasley

hermione granger

cedric diggory

lotr

aragorn

legolas

thranduil

maedhros

thorin oakenshield

misc

carmy berzatto (the bear)

tristan caine (the atlas six)

callum nova (the atlas six)

parisa kamali (the atlas six)

matthias helvar (six of crows)

nikolai lanstov (king of scars)

geralt of rivia (the witcher)

daemon targaryen (hotd)

rhaenyra targaryen (hotd)

robb stark (got)

jaime lannister (got)

honestly ask me and i'll probably be happy to write abt them!

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thehighladywrites · 1 year ago

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ACOTAR CHARACTERS X READER, “ CAN I GET X’s NUMBER?”

summary: you ask them for someone else's number while they have a crush on you.

warnings: light swearing, tiny bit of suggestiveness in rhysands, ooc elain but idc i love her and she's funny in my eyes

amara's note: This is probs my fav text thread so far

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago

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can I request Yandere platonic sisters Nesta Feyre and Elian from ACOTAR x gender, neutral headcons. Can I also request that later read it becomes High fae like his/her sisters, I don’t know how your decision by the cauldron, or you could write that Feyre and reader had to do the trials and died, and the high Lords resurrected reader from the dead. I feel like that would be interesting or another thing that could be interesting is what is reader was thrown in the cauldron and got a super power like rewriting reality like chaos magic like Wanda Nesta with her death magic and reader with his/her chaos magic.❤️❤️❤️❤️ good luck with you exams 😊🫂

❝ 🔥 — lady l: I kind of ended up not doing the powers part otherwise it would have been too long, at least in that part. But if you want to ask for a second part, feel free to ask! Hope you like it, anon! ❤️🥰

❝🌹tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, unhealthy platonic relationships, jealousy, forced transformation.

❝ ⭐pairing: yandere platonic!archeron's sister's x gn!reader, yandere!nesta archeron x gn!reader, yandere!elain archeron x gn!reader and yandere!feyre archeron x gn!reader.

From the beginning it was always you and them. Your family was close to the Archeron's when they were still rich, your parents had common interests and you grew up together with Nesta, Elain and Feyre. Always close and always attached, even after the death of the matriarch and the loss of the family's money and status.

Your parents distanced themselves, as did most of those people who called themselves friends, from the Archeron's after the loss of their fortune, but not you. You always stuck with them and even after several warnings from your family, you never abandoned them. Not even when your family kicked you out of the house, tired of your deplorable attitude by their standards.

That's how you ended up living with the Archeron's in the small cottage, that was the trigger for the beginning of their obsession.

Nesta was the closest sister to you while you were growing up, you were similar in age so you were always close. She adored you, even if she didn't always show it, but you knew she liked you. Her insults were never directed at you and she always protected you if someone said something about you.

She is very protective of you, bordering on possessive. Nesta only wants the best for you, she can't fail you, she needs it. She need's you. You are the only person she truly allows herself to be vulnerable to and the only person who truly understands her, who doesn't see her as a monster. Nesta knows she cannot lose you, not like she lost her fortune and her mother.

Elain had always been so sweet and graceful, her smiles could charm anyone and she knew how to charm you. Fragile and sometimes naive, Elain counts on you for everything. To be protected and loved. She has developed a strong emotional dependence on you and can no longer be without you.

She knows how to manipulate you in a subtle way, with a sweet smile, a soft look and full of tears. Elain always gets your attention. She wants to be the most loved by you, your favorite and she doesn't like sharing your attention. You were hers, her friend, someone she held dear, and she couldn't lose you. You wouldn't leave her, Elain would make sure of that.

Feyre became very attached to you and dependent, almost seeing you as a father/mother figure, due to the way you took care of her and her family. You and her were always together, you helped her hunt when you could to keep you and them fed, but you also helped with whatever you could. Feyre was very grateful for that.

She grew up being dependent on you, sharing a close bond with you, and always needing your affirmation. Feyre values your acceptance, your love and your compliments, secretly bragging about them. She is quite possessive of your attention and would often take you with her just so you can be with her.

They were always fighting with each other for your affection and approval and you often had to break up the fight before it got worse. This continued for a long time, until the day Feyre killed the wolf in the forest and all of your lives changed. Feyre was taken by a fae to Prythian and you were left helpless, unable to help her. Feyre's heart hurt so much when she was forced to leave you, that she cried in your arms. Nesta and Elain watched everything with skepticism and concern.

The next time you met Feyre was after she was sent back to her family by Tamlin. Your condition had improved and your status had returned thanks to the High Lord, but you missed her. You and Nesta tried to cross the Wall to look for her but were unsuccessful.

As soon as Feyre returned home, you held each other for what seemed like hours. She looked healthier and more alive, just like all of you. Elain hadn't realized that Feyre had been taken to Prythian, bewitched, but you and Nesta had. You noticed and for the time you were together, it was just like old times.

Until Feyre decided to return to Prythian, in love with the High Lord and she tried to convince you to go with her. Nesta protested vehemently, accusing her sister of wanting to put you in danger. Elain didn't understand everything, but she didn't want you to go and although you didn't want to leave Feyre helpless, you were convinced to stay on Nesta and Elain's account. Feyre was hurt but understood and decided to venture out for herself. She swore she'd come back for you, though.

You, Nesta, and Elain stayed together for the next few months, just the three of you and although there were still occasional fights between the two, everything was fine. You lived well and comfortably, with plenty of food and you didn't need to freeze from the cold. You hadn't heard from Feyre until the day she came back, completely different.

She was no longer human, but a High Fae, and you were shocked when you heard her story. Your heart sank when you found out what had happened to her, for everything she had been through and you blamed yourself for not having been there to help her. Feyre hugged you and told you it wasn't your fault.

She needed help and you met the Illyrians, not being as afraid as Nesta and Elain, but you protected them anyway. Nesta didn't want them near you and Elain, while Elain was scared and clung to you as if you could protect her if they wanted to attack her. Fortunately, you reached an agreement and everything was resolved.

Until the day Hybern broke into your house and took you all there. Elain was crying and Nesta was grunting with hate and you were so scared. Feyre's heart stopped when she saw the three of you trapped, so human and so defenseless against Hybern's soldiers, and even more so when you were thrown into the Cauldron.

You and Nesta screamed in hatred as Elain was thrown in and came out as one High Fae, Nesta the next and you cried as you saw your sisters so helpless. You were next and you tried to fight, but it was in vain and all you remembered was the cold, black water of the Cauldron stealing your humanity.

When Feyre and Nesta saw you coming out of the Cauldron, now a High Fae and broken, they knew they were going to destroy the whole place. Elain clung to you, crying in your arms and you held her, your heart aching and your mind numb. Nesta and Feyre were furious.

They wouldn't let you get hurt again. Feyre swore, Nesta made a death promise, and even sweet Elain would kill the King of Hybern for it. For ruining your lives, for hurting you. No one hurt you and got away with it, not even him.

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