I try my best to be race-inclusive in xReader fics. If something slips by, don't hesitate to comment on it! I only write fem!reader though.
No use of Y/N
I also write non-reader fics.
If your blog looks like a bot (no pfp, nothing in bio, etc) you run the risk of getting blocked! Just put anything to show you're human pls i beg
ACOTAR specific: i dont use the words "males" or females" in my fics.
AZRIEL (ACOTAR)
Bird of Prey (Angst, Fluff) - Ongoing
Summary: Azriel meets what he thinks to be a sweet but naïve Peregryn in the autumn court only to see her again centuries later, about to coldly slice a man’s throat on Night court territory. Azriel struggles to reconcile his memory of the girl and what he witnesses, and is determined to find out who she is.
Act I : Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14
Act II : TBA.
BoP oneshot - Public Displays of Attention (Fluff)
Summary: Cassian comments on Reader and Az's affectionate gestures during Winter Solstice.
RHYSAND (ACOTAR)
Before you leave me (Angst, no happy ending)
Summary: After centuries spent by your side, Rhysand withdraws from you. (Songfic)
NESTA (ACOTAR)
Loving Comfort (Fluff, smut)
Summary: A fae's cycle is a rare event, but it comes with a long list of discomforts. Luckily for you, your mate is by your side to make things better.
CAL KESTIS (STAR WARS JEDI SERIES)
An Unexpected Visit (Pre-relationship)
Summary: You find a little metal friend in your lonely workshop on Koboh and you have no idea where he came from. The answer to that question brings you more hope than you thought it would.
(Request) The Way to a Droid's Heart (Pre-relationship)
Summary: Cal demonstrates what happens to those who mess with you.
WORKS IN PROGRESS-
Currently writing:
Azriel x Reader - Bird of Prey (ongoing)
Cassian x Reader (oneshot) **Almost finished!**
Currently planning:
Gale x Durge (series)
Mel King x Frank Langdon (oneshot)
Nothing. I need to stop starting a million wips x)
Sorry to ask but will you ever make a part two of an unexpected visit🥺? It was genuinely so good
Ooh never apologize for asking!! I love to answer and it gives me a good reminder people are thinking of my fics
Ill be real, im not sure. I have a lot of stuff i need to write first (i really need to finish my acotar fic lol), but i did like doing that oneshot. Maybe eventually!! But i cant promise anything
I feel like those ao3 writers that drop a casual "oh yeah my bad i died and had to recover" but some shit happened again. Id rather post when im fully ready, even if it takes forever.
I miss writing and i miss you guys, for sure. Ive built a huge playlist of inspo music, ive got BoP in the back of my mind all the time.
Hello 👀 I may or may not be back to the land of the living writers. I just need to figure out one thing:
Where do you mostly read BG3 fics?
AO3
Tumblr
I read some on both websites
I don't read any BG3 fics
I'm bald
Voting ended onNov 6, 2024
My current WIP is a 3rd POV Durge/Gale multichapter. Also considering a spin off where it becomes Durge/Gortash. Men with obsessive levels of ambition make Durge's knees buckle, what can I say.
Hello 👀 I may or may not be back to the land of the living writers. I just need to figure out one thing:
Where do you mostly read BG3 fics?
AO3
Tumblr
I read some on both websites
I don't read any BG3 fics
I'm bald
Voting ended onNov 6, 2024
My current WIP is a 3rd POV Durge/Gale multichapter. Also considering a spin off where it becomes Durge/Gortash. Men with obsessive levels of ambition make Durge's knees buckle, what can I say.
Darkness surrounds you like water, heavy and oppressing. Nothing more than choked breaths escape you as you attempt to scream. You cannot inhale, a steady pressure builds in your lungs as your body screams at you for oxygen. The burn is all consuming and your thoughts are hazy.
Faintly, shapes twist and form in front of you. You struggle to see, hands still clawing at your throat, desperate for relief.
The darkness fades slightly, a humanoid shape forming in your blurry vision. You try to call for help, but you cannot make a sound. You fall to your knees, praying for air.
Your vision focuses, and you fall backwards with a silent scream, horrified at the figure looming over you. You scramble backwards clumsily as it moves closer to you, black spots dancing in your field of view, masking what little light there is. The creature holds itself close to your face as you shut your eyes, trying to will this thing away. This couldn’t be anything other than a nightmare.
You hear its shriek only faintly, growing fainter and fainter. “You have few years left to bargain with, pet. Use your time wisely.”
You fade out of consciousness again.
End of Act I.
Here's a little interlude. >:) Reader really can't get a break.
Darkness surrounds you like water, heavy and oppressing. Nothing more than choked breaths escape you as you attempt to scream. You cannot inhale, a steady pressure builds in your lungs as your body screams at you for oxygen. The burn is all consuming and your thoughts are hazy.
Faintly, shapes twist and form in front of you. You struggle to see, hands still clawing at your throat, desperate for relief.
The darkness fades slightly, a humanoid shape forming in your blurry vision. You try to call for help, but you cannot make a sound. You fall to your knees, praying for air.
Your vision focuses, and you fall backwards with a silent scream, horrified at the figure looming over you. You scramble backwards clumsily as it moves closer to you, black spots dancing in your field of view, masking what little light there is. The creature holds itself close to your face as you shut your eyes, trying to will this thing away. This couldn’t be anything other than a nightmare.
You hear its shriek only faintly, growing fainter and fainter. “You have few years left to bargain with, pet. Use your time wisely.”
You fade out of consciousness again.
End of Act I.
Here's a little interlude. >:) Reader really can't get a break.
Hihi, do you have plans to continue Bird of Prey? ❤️
Hi!!
I do have plans for it!! Especially since the most plot heavy stuff is coming up, its just that I hit one major problem as far as the storyline goes that I'm actively finding a way to fix.
You have good timing though, bc last night i shot up from bed at like 3 am with the singular purpose of writing somwthing down and turns out that idea might actually move things forward, finally!!
I might have pushed myself a bit too hard in the beginning without a solid plan, but I'm working on making whats left more coherent to make it easier to post regularly
Can I request fluff with nesta please. Like how she'll pamper reader when reader gets her cycle or anything, maybe add a little smuty scene to reduce pain👀
Hii, thank you so much for the request!! I posted it right here. I hope you like it!!
Summary: A fae's cycle is a rare event, but it comes with a long list of discomforts. Luckily for you, your mate is by your side to make things better. (Word count: 1k)
Warnings: Menstrual pain, implied blood, smut.
Note: Inspired by this request! Thank you so much for the ask, sorry it took so long!
Everything hurt. Pain radiated through your abdomen, starting just below your ribs, reaching down and through your body with occasional lashes in your lower back. Cramps and aches like nothing you’d ever felt.
Never felt since your last cycle, you corrected yourself.
Every time, it caught you by surprise. You would think that, after decades experiencing it, you would be better at managing it, but that was certainly not the case. Fae cycles were irregular and much less frequent than humans’ and other species, but nature balanced it out by making them worse. Much, much worse.
You felt like an idiot for not having seen it coming. For weeks you had felt more tired than usual, and in the last few days you had started to feel a dull ache right below your stomach and occasional headaches. You had simply brushed it aside as stress.
All of the signs added up in your head in a single second when, in the middle of training with the Valkyries, you felt the unfortunate moisture underneath your leathers and pants. You had let out a swear and finished the fight quickly, excusing yourself rapidly, mourning the plans you had for the next few days. Once the bleeding started, the excruciating pain wasn’t far behind.
All of it had resulted in your current position, curled in bed like a cat, clinging on to a pillow like your life depended on it, silently cursing the Mother for this supposed blessing. You had skipped training for the second day in a row and, despite the pain, you were also bored out of your mind.
A quick knock at your door shook you from your queasy state.
“There’s no one here” you groaned; the barely audible words nonetheless making your head throb even worse.
The door opened slowly, Nesta’s familiar figure striding into the room unbothered by your comment. She tried to give you a reassuring smile but winced nonetheless when you let out another long whine.
“I would suggest that you train with me to lessen the pain,” she said, “but I rather like the world of the living, so I will abstain.”
“Wise decision.” You groaned. “Anyone who tries to remove me from this room will lose a limb.”
As if in support of your words, another blanket appeared around you. The house understood your pain, at least. The cup of herbal tea on your bedside had kept its perfect temperature all day, and new books appeared at your bedside at regular intervals.
Nesta sighed fondly at your empty threat as she stripped of her leathers. “Hm, no exceptions?” she taunted.
“None.”
“Even when it would help lessen your suffering?”
You looked up from your nest of blankets with narrowed eyes. You wouldn’t put it past Nesta to find some ruse to force you out of bed. “I’m listening.” you mumbled, as she leaned in the doorway leading to the washroom, arms crossed. She had completely stripped down, and you couldn’t help but lowly whistle. Your mate looked stunning despite her workout, her face slightly flushed and her untied hair falling over her shoulders in waves, leading your eyes down to her slim body.
She rolled her eyes at you, but you felt the golden thread between you tugging with love. “Your mate is standing completely bare in front of a running bath,” she said, “I believe you might be able to come to a conclusion yourself.”
Oh. You flushed as you realized, and Nesta smirked, probably sensing the warmth that rushed through you. The idea of standing up though…
“But walking hurts…” you whined again. Truly, you were almost embarrassed at your behavior, but the pain really was that bad.
She pushed off the doorframe and stepped towards you quickly. Before you even realized what was happening, she had scooped you out of the bed and stripped you of your shirt and shorts. You yelped as the fresh air hit your ass as she carried you towards the washroom, kicking the door closed behind the two of you.
She lowered you in a gentler manner, setting you on the edge of the bath. You sighed when she pulled away, your body instinctively searching for more of her comforting warmth, but she returned quickly with a damp cloth. She softly wiped it over your lower body, discarded it and then focused on you again.
You tested the water with a finger and, as always, felt it was the perfect temperature. You stood to step into it, but Nesta swiftly held you up again, pulling your back against her chest and lowering you both into the water without you moving a muscle.
The water enveloped your body and you fully relaxed against your mate, a relieved groan escaping you. “Thank you, my love.” you murmured, raising a hand to run it through her locks. She chuckled, her breath tickling your ears.
“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” she said, “this isn’t all I have planned.”
You nodded absentmindedly, distracted by the relief and the pleasant feeling of her fingers dancing on your skin. Her fingers went lower and lower, innocently caressing your outer thigh, but changed direction to stroke at the apex of your thighs. You startled at the touch and tried to turn around to reciprocate, but Nesta held you firm against her.
“Just enjoy it,” she whispered, “don’t worry about me tonight.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but the only thing that came out was a moan as she expertly stroked you. You bucked slightly against her hand, searching for more friction, but her free hand kept you from moving too much. She knew what you liked most, and it didn’t take long for you to reach your peak.
You gasped when her lithe fingers entered you and pressed up at just the right spot. You writhed, begging for your release. She only kept you at the edge for a few moments, softly kissing your neck.
“Come for me.” she finally instructed, nipping at your ear.
Your entire body shook as you moaned loudly, calling Nesta’s name like a prayer. She laughed softly as you settled back, satisfied and completely exhausted.
Maybe your cycle wasn’t all bad after all.
I really am back! This req threw me for a loop because I haven't experienced a period in almost a decade lol but I really enjoyed writing it, it's my first time writing any WLW in general, a first of many i hope.
Im receiving all your asks and im deeply appreciative for you guys 🥹 my last final is in approximately 2 weeks, and I am full of ideas (perhaps... some part twos for some of my oneshots 👀)
I avoid pink alot because it erratically sets off my trauma responses and sensory issues (not everytime but enough that I don't wear / buy things with the colour on purpose but apparently it thinks I need more pink in my life 😭 (red also does the same thing)) 💜💜💜 but I'll post it anyway so I'm not a killjoy 😁
hehe I loved this, pinterest is my favourite place in the world and I have to say they got it pretty spot on <3 I just wanna frolic in fields, have picnics with friends and read!
Tagging: @daycourtofficial @fleurrreads @
Thanks for the tag<3 it was a struggle to find a way for it to work at first because i got memes, a kpop singer and radiators (yes. radiators.). Here are the filtered results lol
No pressure tags: @sapphenaa @weasleyreidstyles @illyrian-dreamer @acourtofwhatthefuck @sleepycreativewriter @harrystylesfan2686
I dont know whats up with the resurgence of hate posts on this website that vague specific writers (or just writers in general)
But damn let people live and write what they want 😭 who cares if you find it cringe or 'bad'.
The block option is free, not being an asshole is also free. And if you want to filter out tropes, filter words or go to AO3. Stop being mean towards people who are here to have fun...
Chapter summary: After centuries spent by your side, Rhysand withdraws from you.
Warnings: Angst (no happy ending here folks), implied sexual content. Not edited, didn't have the time!
Note: Lyrics from this song, because Alex Warren has held my spotify hostage for too many days and it was an itch i needed to get out.
I'm scared you really mean it, that you're never comin' back
You should have seen it coming, really, you should have. You’d been fighting in a war you hadn’t even known, so focused on surviving Amarantha’s wrath under the mountain. Rhys’ wife and partner was prime meat for that bloodthirsty woman, and you’d let it distract you from what should have been clear from the start.
The comments started off innocent, his intense stare on the human girl shrugged off as concern for someone who couldn’t fight back. That was the Rhys you knew, always looking out for the defenseless. You’d praised his attempts at saving her.
The words of reassurance you’d once said now felt bitter on your tongue when you looked into your husband’s eyes and saw him searching, searching for someone you simply couldn’t be.
See your bag right by the stairs, I guess you already packed.
It wasn’t subtle, and you weren’t convinced that it was an accident. Drawers progressively emptier, nightstand completely clear of all signs of life, most appreciated bathroom products vanishing. Not like he was here, anyway.
You sobbed the day the small painting on the dresser disappeared.
It was a painting of your wedding ceremony.
Know I can't change your mind, but how could you just leave like that?
A mating bond... Words that so often left Rhys’ tongue, spat like curdled milk. Nothing could break your love, he had said, he had promised, he had sworn before the stars themselves.
How horribly had you misunderstood, the design of the stars depicting a very different picture now.
Centuries of ups and downs, of hard moments, of saving each other from death itself, of soft touches given under silken sheets, moments with your family... You had seen it all together. Was it all so easy to dismiss?
Just give me one more night, hold me like you're still mine
Your evening had held a certain finality, every kiss dripping poison down your throat and every moan a cry for his love. You held him tight through every blinding wave, not letting go. Brought his forehead to yours, looked at the face of the man you had loved your entire life. He knew you so well, he knew every inch of your body because you were his.
Oh, love me for right now, before you leave me
You pretended not to hear the name whispered against your neck as he surrendered to his own pleasure.
Betcha didn't expect a fic from me today, huh? I like to keep y'all on your toes. Yes, its a songfic, I am the victim of my spotify playlists and I can't suffer alone
I am working on a Cassian oneshot, a Nesta one as well as the next chapter of BoP, keep an ear open for that!
Also, despite my writing history, i do not hate Rhys. He's just an easy target and I'm a vulture looking for the weakest link.