Ravaged by the Witchlight

Link to AO3: The Summer Court

🦄 imaginative canon rewrite

🌶 eventual smut

📖 longfic

✅️ updates Mondays

From the chapter...

But it wasn't enough; not yet. When she'd been at her worst, he rejected her. When she lashed out before, he threw her off a mountain. It was going to take a lot more than patience and political support if he expected her to acknowledge him, let alone accept his fledgling feelings.

AO3 chapter 21: Power

🦄 imaginative rewrite

🕯slow burn

🌶 eventual smut

✅️ finished in revision, updates Mondays

📖 longfic in progress, 90k/160k posted

Ravaged by the Witchlight

AO3 to Chapter 20: Coup

Pairings: Nessian (primary), Elucien, Feysand, Gwynriel

🕯slow burn

🌶 eventual smut

🦄 imaginative rewrite

✅️ finished and in revisions

📖 80k published, 150k total planned

Excerpt but bigger:

Read the full fanfic on AO3

Chapter 19: Magic

They both reached for the ruined letter at the same time, and their hands touched.

Elain froze, and she thought Lucien did, too.

Scorching heat coursed through her. Almost enough to hurt, but certainly enough to make her senses narrow to pinprick focus. To make her feel like time was speeding up and slowing down at once. She could feel how the earth would shake violently when Prythian fell into the ocean at the end of time. Tingling, as the hair on her head raced to get out of her body, growing longer so it could reach him, since the rest of her was reluctant to do so. She felt like the sun had reversed its motion, and wondered what would be different if Lucien could forget she’d ever rejected him as a mate in those horrible days after she was thrown into the Cauldron, and he instead would realize here, at this moment—she could see him falling on his knees before her, in this pretty palace with its cold floors, and its suffocating insulation from the outside world, and from there on his knees, he would confess, “You’re my mate.”

Long seconds ticked by, marked by the room’s grandfather clock. The black ink spread slowly across the ruined draft, but Elain didn’t see it or take note of its passage. Her mind was in the stars and the sea and the dirt. Farther. Somewhere beyond the horizon…

Lucien let out a careful, shuddering breath.

And then the moment passed."

For my Elucien girlies 💅

I was so intimidated to write her POV, but enjoyed it more than I thought I would.

AO3 to 19: Magic

For those who haven't yet had the pleasure:

Pairings: Nessian, Elucien, Gwynriel

🔥 slow burn

🌶 eventual smut

🦄 imaginative rewrite

✅️ finished (in revisions)