#mandalorian huntress

[artstalia]

This took a long time since I don't have that much time anymore, but I finally got this done! I don't know what this says about me, with so many violent characters...but at least they're cool, right??

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A/N: I do write for women, too, so feel free to request those.

And some characters I didn’t list here I still write for, I just forgot most of them, so feel free to request for any of these fandoms! Including resident evil!

CALL OF DUTY: Captain John Price Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Simon "Ghost" Riley Johnny "Soap" MacTavish Keegan P. Russ Valeria Garza STAR WARS: Cad Bane Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader Obi-Wan Kenobi Din Djarin/the Mandalorian The Clones/The Bad Batch

Padmé Amidala X-MEN: Logan Howlett Scott Summers Kurt Wagner Wade Wilson Magneto Mystique Gambit

MARVEL:

Daredevil

Punisher

DC: Jason Todd Bruce Wayne Dick Grayson Huntress Harley Quinn Black Mask

Catwoman

[howlingday]

Mando Arc Au:

Ruby bumps into Jaune again just before Initiation. Her curiosity overcomes her and she’s rapid firing questions at him about the rumors and such. She learns a lot about how varied the subcultures in Mando culture are, just like normal cultures. It doesn’t hurt any that he has a lot of gear and weapons on him for her to geek out over. How deep do those lockers go? Unfortunately no jetpack, motion sickness and all. The first part of Initiation is going to suck for him.

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"Um, h-hi, Jaune." Ruby said as she nervously approached her newfound mercenary friend. He stood by the empty locker, checking the equipment strapped to his body. He glanced down to the red huntress-to-be. "Uh, did you sleep good. Well. Uh, good and well?"

"Mhm." Jaune replied. "Kinda wish I brought something to sleep in, but I'd be in real trouble if I started slacking off now."

"Oh, did you not change your, uh... stuff?"

"No, I, uh..." Jaune chuckled. "There's no spares for this stuff. Not for me, anyways."

"Because you haven't earned it." He shot a look at her. It was one of curiosity, but with his helmet hiding his expression, she could only interpret it as anger at best and hostility at worst. "I-I'MSORRY! IDIDN'TMEANTOMAKEYOUANGRY! PLEASEDON'TSKINMEOR-"

"Ruby." She flinched as she felt a hand press onto her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Y... Yeah..." She sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you, or your culture, or your-"

"You're fine, Ruby." Jaune chuckled. "You didn't know. There's no law against not knowing." There was a pause. "Not that I know of, anyways." They chuckled. "But I'm guessing you only just learned about Mandalorians, huh?"

"Yeah." She gave a sigh. "You don't... hurt people, do you?"

"No." He answered simply, honestly. "Not unless it was for training." She flinched. "Bounty hunter training. That's why I'm here."

"So you're not gonna... I don't know..."

"Burn down villages and sell people into slavery? No." He shut his locker. "I'm not like those kinds of Mandalorians."

"Well... What kind are you, then?"

Jaune thought for a moment. He and Ruby walked silently to the bullhead that awaited them to take them to the initiation. He grimaced the thought of riding through the air again and risking his breakfast making an emergency ejection. Ugh, the thought of the word ejection made his stomach turn.

"Well, for one thing, the kind who hates flying."

[ryehouses]

May i request any boba POV centring his thoughts about Din’s creed/tribe? I wish to see the uncensored scathe.

ask and ye shall receive!! here's a bit of scathe!

set during ch 22, "or'trikar," after din, boba + co make it back to tatooine but before din and boba have the almighty dar'manda conversation.

cw for typical mando-on-mando cultural violence. paz has some cult shit going on (no surprise there). boba is less than impressed.

in which boba has a bone to pick. 

There wasn’t much honor in kicking a man with a broken leg. There wasn’t any honor at all in kicking a man half-dead with fever, and even less in striking the first blow against a man who was, for all intents and purposes, Boba's houseguest. Boba had – for all intents and purposes, even though he'd never offered it formally or made the proper gestures – given the Mandalorians standing clustered together at the bottom of the Huntress's plug door alain'ah. Open-handedness. Shelter and aid and food and medicine. Din had asked Boba to. Raising a hand to guests under the protection of alain'ah was the most dishonorable thing one man of the desert could do to another.

But, Boba Fett thought, holding onto the thin threads of his temper with both hands, no one’s ever accused me of being honorable, have they? 

Paz Vizla leaned heavily against the big verd’ika and stared at Boba, swaying dangerously on his feet. Din was gone, on his way to fill Fennec in on what had happened on Arkanis. Vizsla was covered buc’ye to boot in beskar, was kitted out like a full warrior of any House or clan or tribe, but Boba could tell that it took all of Vizsla’s strength to keep standing. 

It wouldn’t be hard to take him down. Boba sorted through half a dozen plans of attack and weighed the risk of a fight in his head. It wouldn’t be hard to take the verd’ike either, though they were both in better shape than Vizsla. Jaig, the big one, had handled himself well on Arkanis and Strill had had enough mandokar to come to the palace alone and ask for Din’s help. They were tough kids. 

But they’re kids, Boba tried to remind himself. Jorbe – reason – felt very far away.

The two younger Mandalorians were inexperienced. Jaig was a bit in awe of Boba and Strill’d go to protect the kids, not Vizsla. They might put up a bit of a fight, if Boba went for Vizsla’s murderous karking throat, but Boba – 

I could take them, Boba thought, his field of vision narrowing. Fury, hot and wild, boiled inside him like a belly full of acid. It gnawed at Boba. 

I could take all of them. 

These Mandalorians – or at least Paz Vizsla – were Din’s family. His aliit. Din had called Vizsla his brother. 

And Vizsla, very clearly, had just said that he was going to kill Din. 

If Boba had been in a more rational mood, he would’ve been able to let the threat slide without wanting to pull out Vizsla’s throat with his bare hands. 

Probably, Boba thought, wrestling with the rage boiling behind his ribs. A bigger revelation – a deeper anger – hung threateningly just out of reach. Boba could almost touch it. He had most of the pieces. If he put them together – 

“What,” said Boba, slowly, staring hard at Vizsla, “did you just say?” 

The pieces that Boba held were as sharp as knives. He didn’t want to think about it. About any of it. Boba’s day had started so well. He’d woken up with Din’s face mashed into the crook of Boba’s shoulder. They’d jostled for space and then fucked in the ‘fresher. It had been – good. 

The pieces available to Boba now – several hours, a few arguments and an extremely unpleasant conversation about just what branch of mando’ade had sprouted Din – didn’t fit together in a pretty, neat holopuzzle. 

Din’s Death Watch, Boba thought, still staring hard at Vizsla. Or – something that grew out of Death Watch. 

And Din was avoiding his brother. He hadn’t said anything about it to Boba, but on the shaky flight back from Arkanis, Din had gone to talk to Vizsla and when he’d come back, something had changed. 

Vizsla’d been happy to see Din, on Arkanis. Relieved. The little verd’ika, Strill, had sought Din out specifically. She had needed his help. Vizsla had needed Din’s help. 

But sometime between climbing back aboard Strill’s battered old ship and landing on Tatooine, something on the Huntress had gone wrong. Din’d gone to talk to Vizsla and then he’d come back, and when he’d come back, he’d been like a ghost. A ghul, a desert spirit, stripped of something bright and vital. 

Boba didn’t know what Vizsla had done to hurt Din like that, but he could guess at the shape of it. Boba didn’t know Vizsla personally – not this Vizsla, at least – but he knew enough of Death Watch to know that it was Vizsla who’d hurt Din, not the other way around. Din, after all, had saved Vizsla’s life. 

Mandalorians, Boba thought, curling his lip behind his helmet. 

He supposed that he shouldn’t be surprised, not really. This Vizsla was like the others. Like Tor Vizsla, who had ruined Boba’s father’s life. Like Pre Vizsla, who’d sold his own people out to Darth karking Maul in the middle of the Clone Wars. 

Boba didn’t know what it was, exactly, about most Mandalorians and their willingness to chew up and spit out the best of them, and he knew that Din was among the best of them, because Boba knew Din. Din had thrown himself wholeheartedly behind Boba. Din was fierce and stubborn and surprisingly sweet. He cheated during wrestling matches and spat blood at Boba’s feet, but blushed whenever Boba called him pretty and leaned into every gentle touch like each was the first kind hand Din had ever felt. 

And here, Boba thought, is Din’s brother. 

Vizsla didn’t answer Boba right away. He was swaying on his feet, still, like he’d had too much drink over a hand of cards, and he was moving his head from side to side like he couldn’t quite manage to focus on Boba. 

Boba didn’t care. 

“What,” he repeated, in a low, fierce voice, “did you just karking say?” 

Boba’s tone finally caught the attention of the verd’ike. Strill threw a hand out, keeping the three younger kids behind her, and Jaig took a half-step back away from Boba, pulling Vizsla with him. 

But Boba had caught Vizsla’s attention, too. 

Vizsla's focus sharpened. He was injured, but not so badly that he was deaf and blind to a threat in front of him.

Good, thought Boba, darkly. That means that I don't have to be the honorable one. He curled his hands into fists, and realized that his fingers were trembling with fury.

Vizsla shook his head slowly, swinging his helmet around like a bladeback preparing to charge.

"I said," Vizsla rumbled, his voice rasping and slow, "that I have to kill him, now."

Neither Vizsla nor Boba needed Vizsla to clarify who he was talking about.

Din, Boba thought. His temper broke.

"Right," Boba said, taking a step forward, and he would have put Paz Vizsla on the ground then and there, if it hadn't been for the verd'ike.

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[b-radley66]

Nurse Enfys ministers to Meglann.

(After stunning her with an electro-ripper to the face.)

Wonderful commission by @punkzcakes, based on the scene below with Enfys Nest and one of my OCs, Meglann Florlin, ace pilot (in her own mind), economics and military science major (and drama minor) at the University of Aldera, and diner-owner/cook. (About 3 years before the events in Solo: A Star Wars Story. From my story, N’er Spoke Again

Please go visit their site, they are hella talented and extremely easy to work with.

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There is softness surrounding me. I manage to open my eyes; it doesn’t seem to be too much of a mistake as a soft lamp light plays over my brain. A sharp smell; a slightly smoky animal smell moves into my nostrils. 

I pull myself up to my elbows. The soft fur—the source of the scent— drops down from my chest, as it does, I feel cold air on my skin.

Skin?

I look down and see that and see that I’m no longer in my flight suit, nor even in the tanktop that I’d been wearing under it, in defiance of the RAC’s regulations. I don’t focus on the two (too small) items that are immediately in my vision, but the huge bruises on my left and right side under them. I realize that the cold isn’t the only thing hitting me as I struggle back to full awareness. 

A sharp pain in both sides of my lower chest, pain that swells with every breath. I touch both sides ruefully. Both Nola and I had discovered one other thing in common besides snark and an affinity for certain Corellian-Mandalorian semi-nobles, Togruta huntresses, Pantoran pirates, and Zeltron-Corellian cops.

We both bruise like summer fruit on our pale skin. Usually this only manifests itself when one of that quartet that we have affinity for use their teeth, but occasionally the bruises show up in our other occupation as shit-bringers for the old order.

I can feel my own eyeroll amidst the fog as my mind goes to bite-marks. I definitely have been hanging around that Zeltron-Corellian too long. 

I lift the warm fur blanket and look down the length of my body. I at least still have my underwear (glad that I was wearing it). My eyes fall on the reason that my apparently broken left leg doesn’t hurt as much as my ribs. A small bacta infusion unit is attached to that bruise; the bone is starting to itch rather than hurt. I lift my hand up to my mouth at a sudden memory. 

My fingers come away without the bloody froth that I remembered. 

“There was just enough of the bacta in your system to heal your punctured lung. Apparently it wasn’t too bad. Not enough for the ribs, though,” an unfamiliar voice remarks from the door. 

An old woman, her wrinkled face blank, looks at me. I see a small bag in her hands. She is dressed in warm, colorful robes and furs, much like the other assholes that I’d seen had been. 

I was wrong. Her face wasn’t blank. It seems to be held together by wrinkles and blatant disapproval. She walks over to the pallet, her hands unrolling a small bandage.

Without a word, she reaches down and begins to wrap my rib cage, starting just under my breasts. She is none too gentle in her motions.

“She’s of the camp that thinks we shouldn’t have wasted our precious bacta on the likes of you,” says a familiar voice from the door. I see the teenager from before standing in the door. The young woman, her curly copper hair unbound in a cascade over her shoulders looks at me from her much older brown eyes, the many freckles dark against her skin. She is no longer clad in the half-armor and greaves that she’d been in when I first encountered her; she is wrapped in a large fur cloak, much like what had been covering me until Dr. Personality had started her torture session.  I can just make out some of the freckled skin of her torso underneath the tightly wrapped robe. 

She walks over to the bed, dropping the cloak on the foot of the bed. She is clad in loose trousers and some kind of a singlet that leaves her shoulders and arms bare. Her feet are bare, as well, like she was prepared for bed.

I concentrate on not screaming as she seizes the other end of the bandage around my ribs and adds her strength to it, pulling it tight.

The old woman looks at her handiwork as I catch my breath, and the pain lessens to a dull roar. She busies herself poking and prodding other areas, while the teenager watches her. 

“So what’s your story, Hammer?” she asks. I’m perplexed for about fifteen seconds as to how she knows my callsign; a legacy from my father, as well as from my status as one of the nine Corellian Hells, as our little social club is called. I debate about telling her about the Corellian version’s name, but I’m still not sure about being codenamed ‘Ina.’ The question is answered when I see my flightsuit draped over a chair, with the sole example of Aurabesh on it. 

“I’m on a galactic tour of lesser-traveled shitholes. Got lost.”

A brief smile quirks her serious features.  A part of me notes that it is a distinct improvement. I change the subject away from what the hell I was doing here. “So what are you going to tell that faction that seems to have wanted to cut my head off and let me bleed out in the snow?” I look at the doctor, who gives me another hard look of her own. “Is this one just healing me up for the beheading?” The healer says nothing. 

“Why do you think I stunned you?” At her mention of that, I look over at the mirror on the far wall. I see another manifestation of my imitation of summer fruit. A bruise on the side of my face. In a place where I last remember the young woman’s electroripper being placed with some hard intent.

I might just owe her for that. I catch a glimpse of a look between my two ‘caretakers.’ A look with a shared smirk.

“I figured you might survive if everyone believes that I’ve claimed you for my bed.” I can feel a blush, as well as a raised eyebrow at that. 

“Not that it might not be slightly enjoyable, dear,” I finally reply, “but I don’t rob the cradle. Come back in another three or four years or so.”

She laughs, an altogether pleasing sound, based on what I’d heard from her minions. “I’m the daughter of the chieftain of the Cloud Riders. I take what I want. Plus, I’m not sure about somebody who looks like she might be near my own age, lecturing me about cradle robbing. You’re what, eighteen?”

“Only one year off, pirate,” I reply. “Nineteen,” I add, just to clarify. I grin at her bravado, but see the look of uncertainty in her eyes. I catch the old prune looking at her with something like sympathy. 

“What is it?” I ask quietly. “If you’re about to have my head taken off, you can tell me, I guess.” I wonder how I’d ever gotten so nonchalant about the impending separation of my head from my body. Well, there’s no danger of falling from a great height, like there was when I once had a cable around my neck, so there’s not much to be afraid of. I wince at my own thoughts. I’m sure that there are at least three, maybe four beings who know me well enough to call bullshit on my own false bravado—especially where heights are concerned.

Maybe even more.

I see her start to speak, then stop. Finally I hear the whisper. “My mother. I think that she’s been captured, by someone who captured and killed her mother thirty years ago.” She looks up at me, her eyes suddenly hard again. “She’s on some damnfool quest trying to get rid of a threat from Rattatak.” She pulls something from around her neck. 

I find myself holding my breath as the something that I’d seen in a larger, more ornate version around Bryne Covenant’s neck, against his business suit or dress uniform, as well as the smaller version against the skin of his chest, alongside the tooth of a large beast. 

The Covenant Chain. The symbol of the Covenant-Hope of Corellia.

I release the breath and look up at her face as she continues. “I can’t seem to get the Cloud Riders to follow me to go after her.” She looks away, focusing on her own face in the mirror. “I’ve never been alone before. It’s like they’re different people.” I nod and then reach out to touch her shoulder. Her skin is warm on mine. I take a deep breath unsure as to how I feel about deceiving her for that object. “I can help. Since you decided to use the bacta on my leg.”

“How? Our carrier ship’s hyperdrive is down.” She chokes. “Some leader.”

“I got some ideas about that,” I reply. “I know a guy.”

Not to mention a trio of talented women. Plus maybe even one or two that I barely trust.

I see her motion to the healer. The healer pulls out a syringe and before I can protest, jams it into my neck. “It can wait until the morning,” the old woman rasps. 

The young woman pulls the furs over me and gently lays my head down. I feel my mind going fuzzy, my vision with it. 

I hear myself whisper, as if from a great distance. “What’s your name?”

She pulls up her own fur cloak and wraps it around her, sitting in a small chair, shifting it closer to the bed. 

As I fade, I hear her whisper in my mind, as her fingers move through the hair on my forehead. She pulls closer to me

“Enfys. Enfys Nest.”

My last sensation is of a slightly earthy, but not unpleasant smell. A smell of engine grease, mixed with a hint of bright citrus, ushers me into sleep.

[certified-anakinfucker]

reading what theyre doing to sabine and ahsoka makes me really happy that i ignore all of this canon anyway. ahsoka was a huntress and a part-time mandalorian, sabine made amends with her family and went back to krownest because none of that shit even happened. lol! a good day to be illiterate and ignorant aint it

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

Okay but like:

The Ship

The Fenton parents made the ship out of the OP’s Center. We already know it can shift into a blimp and shit. Now it can also shift into a Millennium Falcon/Enterprise looking hybrid ship. This also means that when they’re not using the ship they can land it on top of the Fenton house and turn it back into the OP’s Center!

Danny

Danny’s outfit looks like a mixture between his Phantom suit and Anakin’s “Clone Wars” outfit. He also has his own lightsaber but instead of a Kyber Crystal he has an ecto/kryptonite crystal. His lightsaber can be used as a weapon against ghosts and Kryptonians, while having all the other functions of a lightsaber.

Jazz

Jazz’s outfit looks like Obi-WAN’s “Clone Wars” outfit just in the colors of Deanna Tori’s outfit.

Tucker

Tucker’s outfit is a mix between Geordi’s outfit and Tucker’s King Tuck outfit. He has a visor similar-ish to Geordi’s visor, only Tucker’s lets him connect to/control the ship, and connect to the internet.

Sam

Sam’s outfit is Mandalorian armor mixed with her Undergrowth outfit. It’s basically a Mandalorian armor outfit in green, with vines wrapped around her arms, legs, and stomach. And the design around the eyes of her helmet look kind of like vines and flowers.

Valerie

Valerie’s outfit is a mix between Mandalorian armor and her Red Huntress suit. The helmet has more of a T-visor look to it just with the red cover, that the red huntress outfit has, for the eye part. She does keep her hover board rather than having a jet pack.

Communicators

Their communicators are like the Star Trek Next Generation combadges, except instead of being the StarFleet symbol it’s the Danny Phantom DP symbol.

DPXDC prompt #33

As a apology/birthday/deathday present to Danny, Maddie and Jack decide to make authentic space tech from his favorites movies... Star Wars and Star Trek.

Now the Justice League was dumbstruck chasing a, honest to god, real Millennium Falcon YT-1300 light freighter mixed with Enterprise NCC-1701?!

Did they forget to mention the transporter? Or the other brought to life fictional tech from star wars and star trek? Or the fact the this spacecraft was being driven by a blue-eyed and black-haired teenager?

[gahmah-raan]

Gahmah Raan - Draw Me Like a Twi’lek Girl

This is also the cover art for Star Wars: Paranormalities: Episode II - Chapter 11: Deranged.

Profile: Gahmah Raan Homeworld: Krishar Species: Krishari Gender: Male Age: 32 Occupation: bounty hunter / mercenary Vehicle: Vriknash The Krishari - a race of repto-mammal humanoids - aren't exactly a primitive species, but they haven't reached their space age either due to the presence of the Forceless Archfiend, Xixixix hindering their mental growth for 25,000 years. Gahmah Raan became the first of his kind to travel the stars when, several years before the Yuuzhan Vong invaded the galaxy, a starship crash-landed on Krishar and he killed and ate its pilot over a misunderstanding. He would later name this vessel the Vriknash. At a very young age, Gahmah's father, a high priest to Xixixix - also known as the mad god in Krishari culture - constantly tried to "enlighten" to his son by directly exposing him to the creature in its temple. Xixixix's presence already drove the Krishari somewhat mad on a global scale, but being directly in front of the creature made him deranged even by his species usual standards. Such symptoms included mood swings, quick temper, alleged schizophrenia, an inconsistent grasp on the flow of time, and "delusions" of things that no other beings can see or hear. However, being self-aware of his own symptoms - and exploring the galaxy later- ironically made him saner than most of his people. Eventually, his father was devoured by Xixixix and he was no longer at risk to going further insane. Before launching into the stars, he chose the huntress Nazeen Dym as his mate, who somehow managed to avoid the insanity Xixixix put in her ancestors entirely. Working as a bounty hunter, Gahmah refused to take jobs for crime syndicates such as the Hutts, seeing the job as being as nothing more than glorified leg-breaking. In addition to fighting for the Galactic Alliance during the Vong invasion, he occasionally took jobs for the Valkoran Empire, mostly personal missions on Maesterus's orders and away from the eyes of Valkor. In addition to becoming a self-proclaimed rival of Boba Fett (who, much to Gahmah's dismay, doesn't know anything about him), he also developed an aversion to another bounty hunter sometimes hired by a separate part of the Valkoran: Gestroma, who was known for killing everything that got in his away and sometimes abducting people for personal reasons. Gahmah Raan may have demonstrated several instances of psychopathy during his career, but he never saw mercenary work as a justification for mass murder. Gahmah's natural abilities as a Krishari have aided him significantly throughout his career. In addition to quick reflexes and combat abilities, he can regenerate lost body parts, undoing the (many) injuries he's received throughout the years. Without it, he probably would have died a long time ago. However, regeneration does not equal immortality, as Krishari can still be killed in a way that cuts them off from their regeneration and die of old age. He's also Force sensitive, but that ability is barely trained and seems to only use it for mundane utilities since he doesn't want devotion to the Jedi Order to impede his goals of getting his people into galactic civilization (and possibly future generations away from Xixixix's influence). Aside from his work with the Alliance and the Valkoran, Gahmah Raan's career was full of bizarre incidents. On Endor's forest moon, he was captured by miniature primitive creatures and had one of his eyes eaten by them while it was still connected to his brain. On Ord Mantell, he got his face bitten off by a Karkaradon after drinking too much and flirting with him (and that ended with the Karkaradon getting his tongue bitten out as well). He also claims to  have killed a sarlacc, but it's unknown if it's merely a jest to get Boba Fett's attention (other attempts at getting his attention include mocking certain aspects of Mandalorian culture, such as some of them refusing to acknowledge that there ever were pacifists in their history or exaggerating their capability of defeating Force users).

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Vace keeps a good eye on his belongings, but that is only half the battle (and not nearly good enough depending on where he is). It only takes a moment for him to look away for one of the shiny objects in his trunk to go missing. It isn’t his trunk, but he found it in the fallen ship first, so in pirates’ terms, he claims ownership. His pit droid notices the thief as it flees into the foliage and alerts him with a few chirps. “ Hey! ” Then, he’s off, blaster drawn and firing at the hesten who took his booty.

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" Ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya. " || arkanis academy au with @mandalorian-huntress

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Multi-chapter fic series featuring a number of ships.

Divinity* || Nessian, Elucien, Feysand || ongoing

Archeron!Goddesses AU inspired by Greek Mythology.

You And I Are Going To Change The World* || Feysand, Elucien, Neris || on hiatus

ACOTAR Shadow & Bone AU.

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS

Lead Me Into The Light* || ongoing

To get back what the Cauldron has taken from her, Elain Archeron makes a deal with Prythian’s most dangerous enemy. Now, a servant of a cruel Death God, Elain must make sure her efforts are not discovered—especially not by someone tied to her darkening heart by a golden thread. Someone like her mate.

The Sun Is Fading* || on hiatus

Lucien Vanserra has lost everything: his lover, his home, his friend. Now, on a Solstice night far too cold for the fire in his blood, he watches his mate slip away from him, too—right into the arms of another male. He makes a promise then, to the stars who have never listened—he will no longer dream. From now on, Lucien is going to burn—and he’ll make sure the rest of the world burns with him.

Across The Stars* || ongoing

When the senator of Chandrila’s debts catch up with him at last, the Galactic Empire places a bounty on his daughter’s head. But Elain Archeron is cunning, and she will not go down without a fight—certainly not to the handsome Mandalorian hunter, intent on claiming his prize.

We Could Pretend To Form An Attachment || completed

Collab with @the-lonelybarricade and @azrielshadowssing for the ACOTAR Writing Circle. Desperate to escape the ton's expectations, Elain Archeron makes an unlikely arrangement with a handsome stranger. Elucien Bridgerton AU.

ONE-SHOTS

Emissaries With Benefits* || 8.3k

When diplomacy fails, Prythian courtiers Elain and Lucien like to resort to a steamier kind of negotiation.

Flowerplay* || 4.5k

Collab with @the-lonelybarricade. With her mate sound asleep and prettier than any flower she’d ever seen, Elain can’t help it when a wicked idea blooms inside her mind.

Sooner || 5.4k

Elain reflects on her life with Lucien as his life begins slipping through her fingers.

Cinnamon and Honey || 2.4k

Lucien has long given up on his crush on Elain Archeron — until she drops by his flower shop to return a bouquet from her now ex-boyfriend. (OR: Elucien Flower Shop AU except that Lucien is the florist.)

The Fox || 2.7k

Lucien's past haunts his dreams without mercy. Fortunately, he no longer sleeps alone.

DRABBLES

Elucien Drabbles Masterlist* || ~2.3k

Here you can find all of my Elucien drabbles, short fics under 2.3k words!

Day Court Elucien Drabbles || ~1k

Here you can find my Day Court-set Elucien drabbles!

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS

Remember, We're Madly In Love* || ongoing

When 19-year old Feyre Archeron voluntarily takes her sister's place in the Hunger Games, she expects nothing but her imminent demise. But Feyre is a survivor, and as she is thrown into a battle between life and death, she discovers there are things worth fighting for.

Crimson Moon* || ongoing

A messy breakup forces 20 year old Feyre Archeron back to her old hometown of Forks, Washington—back to the life she thought she'd left behind. What she doesn't know, though, is that Forks has changed in her absence, its blue-tinted fog stained by fresh, crimson blood. Luckily, Feyre is ready to join the hunt.

ONE-SHOTS

All I Know Is We’re Going Home || 3k

When the High Lord of Spring's bargain with Amarantha fails, Rhysand escapes the Deceiver's prison and runs to the Mortal Lands.

Intent on killing a faerie out of the hatred in her heart, Feyre spends the night hunting in the wintry woods. She doesn't expect to find a man there - the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

The Sandman* || 2.3k

When hunger pushes a young huntress deep into the woods, she stumbles upon a creature far more dangerous than the wintry night.

I Was Never There* || The Bone Carver x OC || 18.2k

No one remembers her name. But I do. (Chapter 23, A Court of Wings and Ruin)

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun* || Nesta x Cassian || 7.3k

Nesta is having the worst time on her vacation—until she spots a handsome stranger in a restaurant. Lucky for her, he’s determined to show her a good time.

Cassian* || Cassian x Elain || 4k

Hosting the court of her newly Made sister in her home, Elain Archeron visits Cassian's room in the middle of the night.

The Holiday* || Feysand & Elucien || 8.5k

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REQUESTED SCENARIOS

500 Word Smut Prompts* || various pairings

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MOODBOARDS

ACOTAR Character Edits

A moodboard series depicting the ACOTAR characters.

ACOTAR Locations

A moodboard series depicting to locations featured in ACOTAR.

OTHER FANDOMS

Had You Said The Word* || Obi-Wan Kenobi x Satine Kryze || completed

The Clone Wars (2008) S5 E16 reimagined with Dark Side!Obi-Wan.

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Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

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If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader

Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader

The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au

Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc