#elain fluff

[tadpolesonalgae]

Raspberry Lips

Elain x reader

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word count: 896

The sun shimmers atop the rippled surface of the Sidra, glittering gold undulating between soft pinks and peachy oranges, mixing with the aquamarine blue of the painted houses and the warm magentas from storefronts below. The two of you remain quiet as you take in the wonderful vista from atop the small balcony, held up on oxidised copper, pale blue and a little patchy in places but tinged with an almost mossy green, artfully curved into bars that swirl and wrap around to form a railing.

Her sundress flutters in the late evening breeze, the floppy straw hat she’d chosen sitting pretty atop her gently curled hair, forming soft ringlets of golden brown, like the tops to the perfectly baked goods she makes. Small wildflowers are tucked behind her elegantly pointed ears, left over from your lunch in her carefully cultivated garden—picking a few of the unplanned but not unwelcome flora that had cropped up in the grass.

She opens up the wicker basket, pulling out something swaddled in pale cream cloth, setting it down between you, carefully revealing the contents to be two slices of pie. The pastry looks perfectly flakey and crisp, with powdered sugar dusting its surface, sun-dried raspberries lining the circumference. The cross-sections appear a mix between a spongey and custard-like texture, rhubarb baked into the main body of the pie.

“I made this yesterday,” Elain pipes up, raising a slice from the fabric, perching it upon her dainty fingertips, offering it up. Your heart flutters a little as it usually does around her, your lips helplessly curving into a smile as you lean forward across the chequered picnic blanket. It’s easy to bite into, teeth and tongue able to effortlessly pry it apart with little effort, slightly crumbly on top but soft and plaint in your mouth.

You hum, hand coming to cover your mouth as you chew, pulling back a little, swallowing. The setting sun sparkles in her cocoa eyes, like melted chocolate that swirls as it sinks into gently simmering milk. Rosey lips soften, curving to reflect your own as matching grins broaden your mouths.

“You like it?” She asks through her laugh, eyes crinkling as her cheeks warm with an apricot flush, rounding as the corners of her mouth lift upward, smiling with her slightly uneven teeth. It has your own smile broadening, eyes gleaming with affection as you manage a nod. “It’s perfect,” you reply through your smile, meeting her twinkling gaze. “Just like you,” you murmur, vaguely aware of how her hands have lowered the slice, making room for the two of your to gravitate toward one another.

Her lids lower a little, lashes obscuring some of the fascinating colours of her irises, but then her head is tilting a little, and you’re only a few inches apart.

Your lips tingle with heat as they settle against hers, soft and plush, and you’re almost certain some powdered sugar has gotten between you. Maybe she’s just that sweet.

Your hand raises, cupping her jaw as you kiss her, feeling how she pushes against your touch, mouth slanting against your own as she copies your movement, her thumb brushing the crest of your cheek, middle and forefinger tucked behind your ear. Lips stretch out, smiles playing on soft, sugared mouths as you pull away, keeping close.

Elain blinks, smile fading a little before widening into a sunshine-filled grin that has your heart aching, throat tightening.

“What?” You ask, voice lilting with laughter at her smile. “You’ve got sugar on your cheek,” she whispers over your mouth, thumb stroking over the area. The two of you crane together, mirth ringing between you as your stomach flutters.

“I should’ve known that’d happen,” you mumble, fingers gently wrapping around her wrist to ply it away. Her laughter is still prominent as you swipe the tip of your tongue over the pads of her digits, removing the sweet powder she’d so carefully dusted the pastry with. “That tickles,” she laughs softly, watching as you move to her thumb, sliding it over your lower lip as she presses down a little.

Her flush deepens as you press a soft kiss over her skin, observing with a quiet heat that has your skin warming.

“I love your hands,” you murmur into her palm, raising it higher until her fingertips could brush your brows, nosing at her skin. “They’re so clever.” Her flush deepens, neither of you really able to look away. “So good at making things,” you mumble into her palm, feeling the slight roughness that’s begun to surface from the incessant pruning of the plants in her garden.

“I like yours more,” she says breathlessly, leaning closer again, making your eyes twinkle as she pulls away, cupping your jaw. “Why’s that?” You reply, so eager to press your mouth to hers again. To feel them. To taste them. Taste her.

“You’re so gentle with them,” she answers, feeling as her words take shape on your lips, so, so, close. “I love it.”

Your mouths push together, slow, soft motions echoing between you, lips parting to feel the other, flicking gently—as she’d wanted. Elain makes a small noise, breathy and hot as she applies more pressure, opening a little wider, food forgotten as a new appetite is stirred within her.

Stirred within both of you.

Soft and sweet.

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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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Sugar

Flufftober Day 5: Baking with Elain

CW: Just pure fluff. A bit suggestive.

AN: Guys, I'm finally catching up. I promise.

Word Count: 348

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Days like this were your favorite.

Those sunny days when you came home from a long day at work to find your mate baking in the kitchen, an expression of content on her beautiful features. She was perfect, in your eyes. Even if she didn't believe it herself, you would always think so.

Elain was kneading her dough, humming to herself as she did so. She wore a simple pink dress that brought out the blush in her cheeks. Her golden brown hair was pulled back lazily to keep it out of her face.

"What are you making, Lainey?" you asked as you breezed into the kitchen, placing your things down on the kitchen table.

Elain glanced up from the counter as if you had pulled her out of a trance. But her eyes lit up when she noticed it was you, a soft smile spreading across her features. She had the most beautiful smile. Nothing else could ever compare.

"Bread," she replied simply. "Would you like to help?"

"You know I'm a disaster in the kitchen," you snorted. "But I'll keep you company."

You came up behind her, wrapping your arms around her and resting your chin on her shoulder. She hummed, turning her head to kiss your cheek. You turned your head just slightly so her lips met yours. Her kisses were sweet as sugar.

"Switch with me," she said against your lips.

"What?"

"Switch," she repeated.

You stepped back just slightly, and Elain carefully nudged you towards the counter. Then, she settled behind you, her warm breath on your neck, her arms wrapping around your body. A shiver went down your spine, but you relaxed.

"Place your hands on the dough," she instructed.

You listened, hands on the dough that was warm from her soft hands. Elain placed her delicate hands on top of yours, and gently guided you, helping you knead the dough.

"Good," she uttered into your ear. "See? It's not so difficult."

"Only with your help," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"You just need someone to teach you."

"Lucky for me, you're an excellent teacher."

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[shadowdaddies]

Secret Garden

Elain x Reader fluff

A/N: I am very stressed and needed to write something about sunshine and Elain in the garden

Elain’s brown eyes twinkled, creasing at the edges from her smile as she helped tie your gardening hat. She had lended you one of hers - the wide straw brim with a pink ribbon to protect your skin from the sun while you worked. “There, you look beautiful,” she said, pulling the bow taut before grabbing her gardening gloves from the counter. 

It was a beautiful Spring day, the sun warm on your skin as you breathed in the smell of fresh grass. The only sounds were the birds chirping in the trees and Elain’s soft humming as she led you into the garden. You were there to help tend the garden - planting new flowers now that the frost had melted - but it was nearly impossible to focus when the light formed a halo around Elain, looking like a beam of sunshine in her golden brown hair and yellow dress. 

Her soft giggle like the sound of bells snapped you from your trance, and you watched as she showed you how to pull weeds. “Make sure you grab them from the base. If you don’t get the root up, they’ll just grow right back and keep taking water from the flowers.” You nodded, biting your lip to keep from smiling too obviously at how serious she was about her garden. Your heart swelled with affection, watching the radiant female share her passions with you.

By the time the late afternoon sun shone overhead, you were covered in dirt, wiping sweat from your brow as you pulled what you prayed to the Mother was the final weed. You collapsed to the ground dramatically, laying on your back as you watched the clouds roll by. Elain’s shadow crossed over you as she moved to your side, laying in the grass next to you. She handed you a glass of lemonade, sipping her own as she observed the progress the two of you had made in the garden.

“Thank you for your help,” she whispered, rolling over to look at you with her doe eyes. You smiled, tugging off your gloves before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this. I know how much gardening means to you, and I feel special to be included.” Elain brought your hand to her cheek, turning to press a kiss to your tired palm. “Let’s head inside. I’ll make dinner.” You gave her a pointed look. “And I need a bath.” That glorious laugh sounded again as she nodded, lending you a hand to help you to your feet, a wince escaping your lips as you felt the soreness from the day’s work. “Yes, I’ll run a bath for the both of us... and I’ll work out those sore muscles, too,” Elain whispered with a wink as she led you inside.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Elain x f!reader: Flour Dusted Marigold

A/N: As a femme who likes other femmes, Elain appeals to me in a more wholesome way. Also this one is pretty short but I’m thinking of adding a second part[*] with a fluffy ending

Warnings: a little sexual tension toward the end

-The Sequel-

It’s getting difficult being around her.

You’re trying to be understanding to her situation. Recently rejected by a man she had planned to marry, lost her youngest sister for an unknown period, turned fae - suddenly having to accept her immortal existence - while all the time struggling to reconcile your kinds nature with the folklore she’s been raised on.

But there’s a limit to your patience.

Aware or not, her breath catches every time you enter the room. Her cheeks warm with a rosy tint whenever she replies to your attempted conversation. And the way her pupils dilate whenever I’m close proximity to one another. You won’t even get started on her plump lips, how kissable they are, how it drives you mad whenever she tugs her lower one between her teeth. The Mother truly knows how to test you.

When you enter the kitchen that morning, Elain’s already hard at work, baking something. Her beautiful, chocolatey eyes settle on you and you take note of the flour dusting the bridge of her nose, the flush on her cheeks making the white powder stand out like freckles.

You offer her a warm smile, “morning, ‘lain.” The flush deepens at the name, her attentions latching determinedly back onto the bowl, focusing on whisking some batter. “Good morning,” she return. Your eyes slam the room as you walk up beside her, noting as she stiffens. “Are Nuala and Cerridwen occupied?” You ask, marking the absence of the twin wraiths. She nods meekly, fingers gripping the appliance a little tighter.

A muscle feathers in your jaw. “Elain.”

She looks over to you, her rich, dark eyes skittishly scampering about the kitchen before reluctantly latching to your own. Elain watches, stills as you take a step forward, entering her bubble. Her delicately floral scent soothes a part of you, it doesn’t shove itself up your nostrils, it’s more a gentle caress, a mere suggestion of a smell. Your tongue wets your lips. “We should talk.”

Her eyes flick away from yours as she returns to her baking, plastering on a smile, “what’s there to discuss?” She’s trying to sweep it under the rug. Not this time. Your hand gently cups her jaw, returning her attention to you as you step closer again, not much room able to fit between your finely dressed bodies.

You had intended to pull away, but the way her breath hitched, how she’d ever so slightly, almost indiscernibly, leaned into your palm had you sticking to your move. Even had you raising your other hand as you hold her loosely. Should she truly wish to step away, she could with ease. “Elain,” you breathe, making her eyes flutter with how it sounds on your lips, “tell me why you won’t act for yourself.”

Her body stills, those breathtakingly painful eyes of hers widening as she’s confronted with reality. She doesn’t say anything, just stared at you. “Do humans see it as unnatural?” You inquire, thumb brushing once over her cheek bone. “Do you believe there’s something wrong with creatures like us?”

She shakes her head, lower lip trembling, “I’m not like you.” You ignore the sting, remembering your own experiences, how scared you had been at losing your people. “Not fae? Or not a female who likes other females?” You ask.

“I’m not—” you swallows, eyes flicking away, “I’m not inclined that way,” she lies.

She starts as your forehead presses against her own, “don’t lie to me, Elain. I’ve been through it, I know what it’s like.” Her lips purse, gaze dropping to the floor. “I just want a taste,” you whisper. “Just one, small taste, and if you don’t like it, I’ll leave it,” you breathe, “hel, just say the word now, and I’ll walk away.” You leave her time to close herself off, should she truly feel unprepared, or in any capacity not ready for whatever would follow.

But she makes no move to push you away. Her eyes raise to yours, “one time?” She asks. You nod, “one time. And I’ll stop.” Her head dips, teeth clasping her lower lip as her eyes take in your own mouth. She’s curious.

So slowly, you move closer, heart rate increasing as her eyelids slide shut. Fuck. You can’t mess this up. You have one chance. You inhale a soft breath. Her rosy lips look so tempting, and she’s allowing you a taste.

You have to bite back a sigh of pleasure as you feel the pillowy heat of her mouth against your own. You swear you feel her melt into you, her lips moving by themselves as she presses against you. Nervously, you wrap your arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer as your other hand cups her jaw.

Her scent wafts up to you and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull. The mother really decides to test you when Elain releases a quiet moan onto your lips. You pull away for breath, noting with pride it takes her a while to open her eyes, the surface slightly hazy. She presses her forehead against your own, her own hands settling on your waist as you try not to preen. The pads of her fingers slightly dig into your hips as she pulls gently.

She said only one taste, so you need to listen to her. Reluctantly, you pull away, giving her time to think. Her deep, cocoa eyes rise open, pupils taking up most of the iris as she comes back down to reality. Elain’ slips are more flushed than before, cheeks dusted with marigold orange. Small breaths pant from her mouth as her thoughts fly.

It seems as if something integral shatters within her, some long ago enforced rule suddenly being rebuked. Her hands grip your waist, pulling you against her front almost forcefully, unaware of her renewed strength. She turns you round, guiding you back until your spine meets the floury counter.

Elain’s mouth opens over yours as you release a startled sound, her lips rolling over your own. Her hands leave your waist, lifting to your jaw as she tugs your mouth to hers. It’s exhilarating for her. She doesn’t have to be submissive with another female, there are no societal laws that say she needs to be the follower with you. For once in her life, she can take what she wants because she wants it.

The new found revelation is liberating in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Her hips press against yours as the stance of your legs widen, one of your thighs slipping between her legs and she gasps at the sensation. But you pull back, and she nearly slices her nails into your scalp with the temptation to pull you back.

A growl rumbles across her breast bone and her eyes widen. That sound came from her. You both stare at each other, startled. Neither of you had expected that. She pants heavily, “why did you stop?” Heat flushes your cheeks and she wants to taste it. “You said only once,” you breathe, ears tipped red, arms resting over her shoulders, “I didn’t want to push you…” Her clothes feel restricting, like the air suddenly warmed. Heat pools between her legs and you note the look of discomfort that overtakes the haze in her eyes. She shifts, then winces as your thigh presses between her legs. Her lips part at how nice it feel.

“Elain…?” You breathe, her scent overpowering you, arousal permeating the air, tinting it with her distinctive, pleasantly floral flavour. She’s breathing quite hard, “I don’t feel too right.” Worry spawns in the pit of your stomach. You might have overwhelmed the poor female. “What feels wrong?” You inquire gentle, hands cupping her jaw to tilt her head.

“I…” she trails off as her eyes drop to your mouth, “it’s too hot…and I…” Her eyes are flickering, unaware of her grip tightening on your hips. “Shit…” Your eyes widen as the curse slips from her pretty lips. You hadn’t thought you’d ever hear such an unfavourable word leave her perfect mouth. Her gaze focuses, pinning you beneath it’s awareness.

“I want more.”

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