#velidewrites

He's been jealous of a lot of things: men, dogs, cars. Never once has he been jealous of a cornflower blue silk blouse with matching buttons. Until today.

"How did you know?"

Multi-chapter fic series featuring a number of ships.

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

Archeron!Goddesses AU inspired by Greek Mythology.

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.

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.

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.)

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.

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.

REQUESTED SCENARIOS

500 Word Smut Prompts* || various pairings

Here you can find short drabbles I wrote based on requested smut prompts!

Apology Prompts* || various pairings

Here you can find short drabbles I wrote based on requested apology prompts!

MOODBOARDS

ACOTAR Character Edits

A moodboard series depicting the ACOTAR characters.

ACOTAR Locations

A moodboard series depicting to locations featured in ACOTAR.

SKETCHBOOKS

NSFW Feysand Sketchbook

NSFW Neris Sketchbook

He slits the skin beneath the pad of his finger, razor parting the incision to reveal the sheen of dark metal and violent blue of his power supply. The implants themselves—roughly the size of a fingernail, and half as thick as a strand of hair—only serve as miniature heat sinks for his core, which will, in turn, allow the ship's navigation system to register his input. Despite carbon based lifeforms making up less than fifty percent of the universe' populace, the majority of modern technologies still bear their footprint. Or fingerprint, as it were. He slides it inside his parted skin, waits for the faint snag as it latches to his systems. His fingertip glows blue for a second as it registers.

Nine more to go.

"It's inhumane," Rhys, who, as usual, sits on the disused bunk in Azriel's quarters, scrolls through the ship's datapad with a frown that adds years to him, if not decades. Darkness sits heavy on his shoulders, a mantle not even he can disperse. For some reason, he made sure to be around when Azriel performed his upgrades. As if he might witness his the parting of flesh and see blood, not metal. Bloodstains clean easier than oil, after all. "Making them march through the streets to go kill themselves."

Yes, the companion droid they'd followed to the harvesters had been fresh from the pleasure district, still soiled from use. Its—her—left eye was broken, ocular sensor cut with blue green red flashes as it hung against her crushed cheek. She was missing an arm.