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AO3 to 19: Magic
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Pairings: Nessian, Elucien, Gwynriel
🔥 slow burn
🌶 eventual smut
🦄 imaginative rewrite
✅️ finished (in revisions)
📖 77k published, estimated 150k total

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Ravaged by the Witchlight
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)
📖 77k published, estimated 150k total

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AO3 to ch. 18: Hawthorn
Cassian hadn’t tugged on the bond to warn her he was coming. Nesta wanted to look away, to glare at the others and try to guess who had invited him here, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the slight limp to his step. The way his wings drooped slightly more than usual. And while her attention was being unilaterally funneled onto Cassian, she also took note of the effort he’d made to dress properly. His face was freshly shaved, and his hair pulled neatly back, half up in the knot he liked to wear when they weren’t at court. Relief, guilt, and more than a little appreciation flooded her. And then he noticed her staring and ruined it with a smug fucking grin.
Pairings: Nessian, Elucien, Gwynriel
📝 Longfic, finished, in editing.
👓 76k published now, estimated 150k total
🔥 Slow burn
🌶 Eventual smut
🦄 Imaginative rewrite
Is it cursed? ✨Probably✨
I write better than I art, I swear.
Links: Beginning Chapter 17 (most recent as of posting)
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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.
It is a Nessian fanfic primarily, but the Elucien subplot has stollen my heart ❤️
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AO3 to chapter 1: Welcome Home
"It was with gravitas she stood, as she had been trained to do, once. In a past life, when she was still human and had a purpose."
Photo credit: left, amithsreedhar. TR, pinterest. Bottom right, Marius Gross Photography. Minor edits by me.

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AO3 to ch. 5: Motley Band of Courtiers
She was trying to come up with a way to get him to move that wouldn’t involve blasting him out of the way, when he stepped aside to let her pass. Suspicious that this wasn’t the end of his game, Nesta hesitated, but only for a moment. He was mammoth, she thought, as he loomed over her along the cliff's edge. His eyes tracked her every step, and she had to force herself to look ahead when she finally passed him by, quickening her pace to put a safe amount of distance between them. The low flap of wings followed Nesta as she hurried up the path. She silently wished Cassian would fly off to sort his feelings elsewhere, while she attempted to host something vaguely resembling a proper dinner. He did not. A dark shadow swallowed her on the path, and Nesta barely had time to glance up before two calloused hands hooked under her arms, and tossed her from the face of the mountain.
Photobl credit: Pinterest all, minor edits by me.
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AO3 to ch. 7: Pain
When Nesta’s focus left Gwyn, she was startled to see Azriel standing by the entrance, watching them. Fighting off a flinch, Nesta heard a breathy curse from Gwyn and followed the shadowsinger’s gaze behind her.
The priestess paled at the sight of the Illyrian. Nesta slowed to a stop, frowning between the two of them, and trying to read their relationship. Azriel took a single step towards Gwyn, and she fled back into the Library, quick as a wink.
Photo credit: LC, Sven Pfrommer. R, Tadashishoji. Rest, pinterest. Minor edits by me.
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AO3 to chapter 11: Friends
“I'm probably going to fail and get us all killed.” Nesta faced the female who reclined on her bed. She held her chin high, hands clasped in front of her. Though she wasn't ready to admit it, might never be, something like hope hummed through Nesta's blood, despite the sincerity of her words. Gwyn's eyes danced with a dangerous delight at the promise of adventure, as she hopped up to help with the fastens of the gown. Nesta started at the suddenness of it, fidgeting when Gwyn began tugging at the fabric behind her. The priestess’ voice was like a bubbling spring, full of new life and energy as she cooed, “If we meet our doom, I'm confident you’ll make a spectacular finale of our deaths.”
photo credit: Pinterest, all. Minor edits by me.