#neris drabble

[secret-third-thing]

For your prompts post, I wanted to request something with Eris preparing for or fighting in a blood duel! I'm biased towards neris or azris for the pairing, but whatever direction you felt like taking it in would also be perfect :)

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I got distracted by monster fucking fics. ANYWAY Eris is prepping for a blood duel. Normally I agonize over shit for days (and rewrite it a million times) so this is a new posting record for me. Also I somehow didn't break my 500 word rule. Enjoy!!

This is technically on A03 too but it's short enough to read here.

The duel was to begin shortly after dawn. Eris waited in his chambers as several servants scurried around, strapping the outer layers of his armor onto him. Today, they were as silent as they were meticulous, anxious about the battle to come.

The week prior Eris had issued a challenge to Cassian: a blood duel for his mate. It was unconventional, and Beron wasn’t pleased, but the promise of a daughter-in-law gifted by the cauldron was enough to ease his father’s skepticism. Rhysand, of course, was infuriated, ending their fragile alliance. But it didn’t matter, not when Nesta Archeron would become his wife, his partner.

“Sir, the emissary from Night is here,” a servant said, interrupting his thoughts.

“Well, bring him in,” Eris replied. He waved the servants away, leaving him to finish preparing for the fight ahead. From the mirror’s reflection, Eris observed Lucien’s worried expression as he entered the room.

His youngest brother was dressed in a tailored navy vest buttoned over one of those flowy shirts he had worn ever since he lived in the spring court. Still, the outfit was distinctly from Night, with little stars embroidered on the shoulders mimicking a midnight sky.

“Asking me to reconsider?” Eris drawled.

“You know this won’t end well.” Lucien only said. He watched Eris’s face in the mirror. The older male betrayed no emotion.

“I thought after Tamlin you’d stop licking the boots of a high lord.”

Lucien scoffed. “That’s not what this is about.”

Eris turned around to meet his brother head on. Petty warnings would do nothing to deter him.

“So Rhysand is actually worried I’ll win against his general. Interesting.” Eris gave a wicked grin. “Unless you’re here to tell me Nesta is having second thoughts.”

Lucien shook his head, his brows furrowed as he reviewed the situation repeatedly in his mind. Lucien’s approach to diplomacy was thorough and relentless, always searching for a secret solution or loophole. “You could have chosen any other method. You’re not even her mate.”

“It seemed appropriate,” Eris said.

He would never admit that the blood duel was merely for Nesta’s benefit. Both to relieve her from the burden of choice (for Rhysand would blame for choosing anything other than Cassian), but also because whether or not she liked to admit it, Nesta seemed the type to like these gestures. And cruel as he may be, Eris had a soft spot for that. He understood wanting to be chosen. He’d choose her again and again. Blood duel or not.

Lucien shook his head as Eris brushed past him. 

“I hope this is worth it to you,” he said.  

“She is.”

[fetch-those-damned-bolt-cutters]

You think you can hurt me? I write star trek fanfiction knowing absolutely nothing about the medical and scientific fields

[lady-lazarus-13]

Kira Makes a Traditional Dinner for Ziyal

This cute art by @starfleetspacecadet earlier and it inspired me. Sooo, here’s a drabble:

When Ziyal came to stay on DS9, Kira was determined to share more Bajoran culture with the younger woman. And what was more Bajoran and traditional than a good meal made from scratch, blessed by the Prophets?

Kira could envision it now. Their bowls would be full of ratamba stew. Their hands were full of warm hasperat, soaked in the briny sauce that would sting their eyes with the heat. It would be a hearty, warming meal. Kira would love to share that. 

“Kira, I’d love to help! Thank you for thinking of me. Oh, this will be so wonderful!” Ziyal hugged Kira in excitement.

“Alright, meet me at my quarters tonight at 1900 and then we’ll get started.”

As the time to 1900 grew closer, Kira thought back to her mother teaching her how to make hasperat. It had been the occupation, but it was during the good days. The quiet ones. A small moment in time where children could still play outside before sunset without fear of dying in a flash bombing by a passing Cardassian ship. That came later. But Kira could remember a rare sunny afternoon, the smell of flour, and the light splash of spring wine from the last bottle stored in the back of the pantry. 

“We don’t know when we’ll have it again, so we can’t put in too much. But here, try a little.” She dabbed her finger in the wine and tapped a small drop on Kira’s lips. It tasted sour and sweet. Her mother had been right, it would be a very long time until Kira ever saw a bottle of spring wine again during the occupation. Now it was an item, a luxury she could afford. 

Kira could remember the taste. The slight sweetness of the wine in the wrap. The substitute chillies used in the brine were weak, but burned her tongue all the same. The bite of the pan as her mom encouraged her to grab the tip of the wrap with her fingers to flip it. How fluffy and warm it was with bits of brown across the top. Ripping it apart and watching the steam rise. 

But she did not remember her mother’s recipe anymore. The rest of it, the exact measurements, were lost with her. 

Kira bit her lip and grabbed her PADD to find one. Ziyal deserved to try an authentic, traditional recipe anyhow. What she’d learned, what her mother prepared, had been made with limited rations. Never mind the times Kira had made it during her days with the Resistance.

They’d spent an hour grinding down dried and stale katterpods instead of the traditional grain. It came out chewy, hard, and cold. The brine flavorless with no kick. The only warmth their meal offered was in the smiles of her comrades as they bit into the far from traditional hasperat. 

She pulled up the first recipe and grew alarmed. Kira’s pantry wasn’t the fullest, after all, the replicator did just fine. 

But these so-called traditional recipes required ingredients Kira had never heard of in her entire life. What were all these ingredients? Kira took a deep breath. There was only one solution. 

She walked up the steps of Ops and knocked on the door. “I apologize, Captain, but could I ask for your advice on a personal matter?”

Sisko looked up from the PADD. “Of course, Major. Happy to make time for you. What’s on your mind?”

“You seem to know a thing or two about cooking,” Kira said, but before she could continue, Sisko laughed. 

“I’d hope so. While I had other ambitions, my dad did want me to be a chef like him.”

“Exactly! So I’m hoping you could give me advice.” Kira explained the situation and passed him the PADD with the recipe. “But it’s top-rated and it seemed like a good choice.”

Sisko hummed a tune as he looked over the ingredients, tapping here and there. “I have a few of these so-called necessities in my pantry. I’m happy to lend a neighbor some sugar.”

“Sugar?” Kira blanched. “Sir, I don’t think the recipe calls for—.”

Sisko flashed her a handsome smile. “Sorry, Major, a figure of speech. But I’ve got some of these. Growing the red chillies as a matter of fact, and I’m happy to let you have some.”

Sisko handed back the PADD. A different recipe was on it and starred.

“Was something wrong with the other one?” Kira asked with a curious look on her face. 

“No, no.” Sisko shook his head. “But I didn’t think you’d appreciate making that particular version. The author is Cardassian.”

“…a Cardassian with a recipe called Traditional Bajoran Hasperat? Will they not steal anything?” Kira grasped the PADD hard enough that it could crack. “I can’t believe it. No wonder the ingredients didn’t make sense.”

He sighed and nodded. “I’m afraid, Major, it won’t be the first or last time a recipe is misattributed and misplaced. They might have meant well, but that sort of thing has been happening for a long, long time.” 

Kira laid everything out on her counter after getting the ingredients from Sisko’s well-stocked pantry and garden. The stew required time to simmer, so Kira started before Ziyal arrived. It also wasn’t that much of a mystery or required a strict recipe.

Kira had watched her dad prepare this with only one root vegetable, and it still came out delicious. Now she had fresh, nutrient-packed vegetables gathered from a station merchant and Sisko’s garden. 

And though she wouldn’t say it to him so directly, what a beautiful gift from the Emissary for his help with this meal. Kira would need to bring him some as thanks.

Kira cut everything evenly and threw everything in the pot. This part was easy. Admittedly, it was the wraps and brine of the hasperat that Kira was worried about. 

Then at 19.01, the doorbell rang. Kira took a quick sip of her sweet spring wine, wiped her hands on a towel, and strode to the door. 

When it slid open, there was Ziyal, who was pretty and smiling as always. She had a bottle of spring wine in her hands with a red bow tied around its neck. 

“Uh, Garak said it was polite to bring a gift.” Ziyal handed it to her gently, and Kira’s chest felt warm.  

Together, they diced the chillies and prepared the thickening brine. And though the recipe called for more spring wine, Kira only put a splash in the bowl. 

“Are you sure? The recipe said—.” 

“Trust me. It’s how my mother did it,” said Kira softly. Ziyal nodded, and together they kneaded the dough on the floured surface.

They got comfortable on plush seat cushions, and the finished meal sat between them on the coffee table. It took some prodding, but Kira encouraged Ziyal to speak the blessings of the Prophets over the food. She hesitated, a purple blush rushing up her cheeks, but she did a good job, and Kira told her so.

Now it was the moment of truth. Ziyal took a bite of the hasperat and paused after a few chews. Swallowed, then gasped. Her eyes were wide and full of tears as she fanned her mouth. “I-is it supposed to be this hot? Did I add too many ch-chillies?”

“No, you did it right.” Though Kira could handle the heat better, she still had to wipe her eyes as well. “This is exactly how hot a traditional hasperat should be. Here.”

Kira handed Ziyal a glass of spring wine to wash away the heat. After how many gulps, some bites of stew, they each took up their remaining hasperats and ate them until nothing was left but stained fingers and tingling lips. Not a single tear in their eyes as they finished the bottle of spring wine.

[autumnshighlady]

Teaching eris to braid Nestas hair but he only does it when she's asleep because he thinks it's really cute when she wakes up all confused and try to brush her hair out of her face only to realise it's already been put up be her lovely mate >>>>

oh my gODDDDDDDD

Eris's slender fingers brushed against his sleeping mate's light brown locks, so soft beneath his touch. Nesta gave no sign of exiting her blissful unconsciousness state, her sharp face half buried in the soft pillows, soft snore muffled by the silk fabric. Eris let out a sigh, gently settling in on the mattress next to her. A few loose wisps of hair were stuck to Nesta's face, something he knew she would wake up and grumble about. With delicacy, Eris reached out and brushed the strands away, pulling her hair back away from her face before beginning to separate it into three sections. The headache from meetings with scheming politicians and dry accountants that had been pounding at his temples began to melt away as he focused on his sleeping mate, crossing one strand over the other and into the middle over and over again. Nesta let out a small breath in her sleep, her body visible relaxing without waking as Eris wound her hair together with a tenderness he had not known he had possessed. As he worked, Eris thought back to when he had first laid eyes on the formidable female that would become his mate. How the first thing he noticed was that braided coronet that she donned like a crown, despite wearing no jewels. It had sucked all the air from his lungs - Nesta's regal presence, the way she did not show an ounce of fear to any male who sneered at her... the prince knew then that he would do anything just for her to gaze upon him with those steely eyes. One day, he hoped to be good enough at braiding to do Nesta's favourite hairstyle on her.

[ncssian]

what started in beautiful rooms

ends with meetings in parking lots

i have a bunch of half-written ask responses from 2022 that've been rotting in my drafts for ages so i'm clearing them out now

*** Nesta's back hit the driver's side window as Eris climbed over her body, peppering kisses across every inch of skin he could find.

It was a tight fit in the front seat of her car, nothing like the expensive hotel room where their relationship had first sparked to life. It felt like heaven nonetheless, with his mouth nipping and suckling at the spot behind her ear in a way that was almost more sensual than sex itself.

The only possible downside to this was that all the time spent with Eris’s mouth worshipping her skin was time that could've been spent listening to his smooth voice as he told her about his week.

Speaking of time...

Her eyes drifted to the dashboard clock, where she saw the morning had long drifted by and it was now pushing one p.m. "Shit," she cursed, shuffling to sit up straight. With great reluctance, she made herself shove Eris back into the passenger seat. He landed against the headrest with a thump, and his own eyes tightened as they saw the time too.

"I was supposed to be home over an hour ago." She fumbled with her seatbelt, checking the rearview mirror for any obvious marks or hickeys.

"Who cares?" Eris drawled, not making a move to get out of her car. "Just make up an excuse. It's not like he's keeping track of how long you're gone."

He was probably right, but Nesta knew she shouldn't risk it. It was a Sunday, for God's sake, and she'd left her and Cassian's bed this morning without even waiting for him to wake.

She gave Eris an apologetic wince, the type of sympathetic frown that made one cheek dimple, and he gave in with a reluctant sigh. "Can I ask you one thing before I go?"

"Anything, love."

"Let me take you out the next time we see each other. On a real date, not a shady parking lot date." The plea was genuine and soft-spoken.

Nesta stilled with her hand on the gear shift, her body ready to speed home. But her mind was stuck on Eris's proposal.

A public date was a huge risk. Cassian had more work connections than one would think possible, and the probability of being caught was far too high. And yet, there was nothing she wanted more than to flaunt Eris before the whole world. Men like him didn't deserve to be hidden away in the shadows.

"Get home safe." He leaned over and pecked her on the lips, and graciously pretended not to notice her swoon as he grabbed his wallet and keys and exited the car.

"You too," Nesta returned faintly before he shut the door in her face.

[ysmtttty]

WIP || Neris week day 5: AU

Lawyer AU where Eris and Nesta used to be rivals before she got married and decided to leave the field.

Rumor has it that after seven years of marriage, Nesta Archeron got divorced. Rumor has it that after seven years of marriage, Nesta Archeron is returning to the legal field. Rumor has it that after seven years of marriage, Nesta Archeron was seen in the company of her former rival.

[divinemissem13]

Time Stands Still 2

Chapter 2: Banter, Joking, Fun Fandom: Doctor Who (Donna & Fourteen, Donna & Nerys) 200 words, G Read all the chapters here

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“Donna, who is this man?” Nerys demanded one night while cleaning up the dishes from dinner.

Donna glanced to the table where the Doctor still sat chatting with Shaun and Rose. “That’s the Doctor,” she replied sharply. “He is my best friend in the entire universe and you should get used to him being around.”

“Ridiculous. How could he be your best friend in the entire universe if I’ve never even heard of him before?” Nerys huffed, clearly a bit hurt by the revelation that she was not Donna’s best friend in the entire universe. “Are you having an affair with him?” she asked, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “is Shaun??”

Donna, having had quite enough of this ridiculous line of questioning, declared “Absolutely not. What is wrong with you?” Then a mischievous look crossed her face and she added in a whisper, “Besides, he’s been in love with Rose for as long as I can remember.”

Nerys’ jaw dropped and her eyes looked ready to bug out of her head as she watched Donna join her family and “best friend in the entire universe” at the table.

In love with Rose?!?

Maybe it was time Nerys found some new friends.

[novemberhope]

🌹

This is in reference to this post

Actually, since you didn't name a character, I have something @ indig0pearl wrote for Neri and Zoro today:

"Ummm……," Neri had the zipper in her hand again. She glanced at Zoro, but he was drinking his sake. "Ahem...!!!" Neri nudged Zoro. He didn't notice anything at first, so she almost had to grab him and shake him. "Huh? What's wrong?" he asked, startled. "Um… my zipper is stuck….," Neri said, pointing to her jacket, as Niara had suggested she should. "…." Zoro raised his eyebrows. Then he looked around. Neri followed his gaze, which lingered on Yuka. "Shouldn't you ask the seamstress instead?" he wanted to know. He could open just about anything with his swords, but he didn't know whether zippers counted. "Ah-well… she won't be able to open it…, " Neri said desperately. Zoro stood up and Neri beamed. She also jumped to her feet - this time he had understood the hint really quickly! Now they could go and have some time alone! However, Zoro grabbed Neri's jacket and before she could protest, he ripped the zipper down. "It was really easy," he said in amazement. "…." Neri made a long face. That hadn't gone the way she had wanted it to. "Wait!!" she said hastily as Zoro was about to sit down again. "What's wrong, is something else stuck?" the swordsman asked with raised eyebrows. "Um… well….," Neri lowered her eyes, her cheeks red. She was pretty sure the other would notice soon. "Could you… maybe come with me for a moment…?" "Where?" Zoro wondered. "Well… to the cabins." Neri pointed towards the door that led below deck. "To ALL of them?" Zoro asked, irritated. "N-no!!! I mean… to my cabin….," Neri groaned. Zoro was such a dumbass sometimes. And she just wasn't used to giving a guy certain hints. But at least he nodded and then started walking - in the completely wrong direction, namely towards the kitchen!

[famiglia-lealta]

Having watched them on multiple occasions, talking excitedly with one another like they'd just discovered the cure for cancer every goddamn time - it kept prickling at him like someone twisting his spine - until one afternoon, the rage had finally boiled over.

"Oi. Tell that shitty old man of yours he can't come here no more."

The woman had glanced towards him with that uncertain look - the one where she didn't quite know where this was going or for what reason, but it would require delicate footing.

She had no fucking idea.

"My father? But-- he barely comes by as it is! Only for the occasional check in--"

"I don't remember asking." As his footsteps grew closer to her, it stoked the cruel amusements in the way she'd immediately stepped back with every one as he'd used their significant height difference to look over her. "Varia is an elite assassination squad. We don't need the likes of any pathetic no-violence scum littering about. It's a fucking wonder you even get to stay on base."

Neri stiffened, whether it was the jab at herself or her precious daddy. She'd looked up at him with that other expression. The real ballsy one where she was just on the edge of saying whatever thought was on the tip of her tongue. God, he lived for the days where she'd push through and fucking say something.

"Ha? What's that look for, hmn? Got a problem with my orders, Nerinda?"

"No, sir." He could practically taste the venom spat in those word, arching an eyebrow at how she kept her back straight, lifting her chin as she'd continued. "I'll tell my father to stay off the grounds in the future."

Xanxus nodded once, appearing to be satisfied with that answer, before suddenly leaning right down besides her head to whisper against her ear. "If I see him step a foot through my doors again, you'll finally get to prove how good that Salvai name of yours is - because you'll be the only one fucking left."

As he'd straightened back up himself, the head of the Varia broke into a wide, mocking sneer at the sheer panic she hadn't hidden quick enough, her eyes clearly reflecting the terror of imagining if his threats held true. Leaving her with those chilling thoughts, he turned on his heel, stalking back to his office and slamming the door.

Family of blood, huh?

What a fucking joke.

[throneofsapphics]

a/n: this year I'm doing kinktober a bit differently, I'll have one longer kink and angst riddled fic with shorter drabbles/oneshots sprinkled in between. I'll keep this masterlist updated as it goes on. for some of the days I'll be opening up a vote for which character to pair our lovely reader with <3

if anyone wants to be added to a taglist, either for the series, kinks, or both please let me know! you can comment under here or send me an ask/message :)

against the contract - poly!Feysandriel x f!Reader

If they were genuinely bad people, it would be so much easier to kill them. Signing a special contract to work with Azriel, Feyre, and Rhysand turns out nowhere near expected. You were a bit of fun that became their solace and escape, they were supposed to be an easy assignment that turned into your living nightmare.

first post 10/1, updating weekly

kinks drabbles/fics list (dates subject to change)

10/3 one for the party - orgy with aelin’s court | posted 10/6 experiments - toys with aelin | posted 10/9 special plans - punishment with poly!neris 10/12 (not very) patient - impact play with lorcan 10/15 throne pet - exhibitionism with poly!manorian  10/18 pretty girl - dacryphilia with poly!cazriel 10/21 give me more - throat-training with lucien 10/24 chase me baby - cnc/primal with cassian 10/27 weapons - gun play with poly!ruhnlidia  10/30 kittens - pet play with manon, nesta, & elide

bonus content

to be added

[secret-third-thing]

my friend just sent me about 10 neris drabble prompts that slowly get more and more unhinged

[psychiatry-and-poetry]

A Waltz With Magic

AO3 | Nesta Week 2025 Masterpost |

@nestaarcheronweek

Prompt: Day One - Bonds (Nesta has forged many bonds during the series, from the Valkyries, to Elain and Feyre, to even a brotp with Azriel. What do you think of the bonds she's formed with her family and friends?)

A/N: I wanted to write a fic/drabble where she learns to get comfortable with her magic and not treat it like something horrible. I’m also a major Neris shipper, sooooo

Word Count: 1225

Nesta awoke, panting and drenched in sweat, eyes blown wide as she gasped down air into her lungs. Clawing madly at the blankets now pooled around her waist, she scrambled for something, anything, to dampen the odd, otherworldly glow emanating from her hands. 

As soon as she touched the blankets, though, they erupted into a silver fire that had her reeling back with a shout. 

A sharp pain radiated through her shoulder, and when she blinked open her eyes she realised she was on the floor. Hissing in pain and wincing as her shoulder gave another painful throb, she gingerly got up and began making her way to the bathroom in a futile attempt to calm her racing heart. 

Nothing worked, of course. Her head was aching, and her hands were shaking as she fought to regain composure.

No, no, no, she begged to her powers. Please. Not now. She clamped her eyes shut to ground herself, but the action only made her feel more untethered. The darkness had never helped soothe her, and it certainly wasn’t going to help her now. 

She’d always been more suited to fire than she had been to the night.

Something warm and wet landed on her cheek, and rage filled the already uneasy stirring of emotions in her gut. Stupid girl. Why are you crying?

It was a voice Nesta hadn’t heard in her mind for a long time. It was safe to say that she was startled, but she also couldn’t help her hackles raise at the harsh disappointment that brought back unwanted memories of tears and humiliation.

I’m sorry, Grandmamma. I promise I won’t cry again. Her own voice, only fifteen years ago, pervaded her mind. Meek, shy, and so desperate for the dame’s approval, Nesta hadn’t realised the old woman didn’t care for her until it was too late.

What have I told you about making promises? You don’t, because you never know what’s going to happen. I expected you to listen more. 

You’re going to have to do better if you want to get married someday. No decent man will want you if you keep acting like a flimsy, frivolous child.

I’m surprised your mother hasn’t deemed you a complete failure yet. Then again, I suppose she hasn’t tried to improve you the way I have. Be grateful you’re under the tutelage of someone who cares.

A child needs a good beating and they fall straight into line, that’s what I say. 

Each dialogue, delivered with that same, sharp blow dug nails so deep into Nesta’s heart it was a miracle she was breathing at all by the time her panic had abated.

Nearly all of her episodes followed a similar structure: she’d wake up, panting or yelling, her powers would spiral out of control, and she’d fight to keep them contained but to no avail. It wasn’t unusual for sleep to evade her for hours after that, so she didn’t exactly have high hopes this time around.

Indeed, the silver blaze coating her palms hadn’t subsided in the least. If anything, it had increased, seeming to glow brighter as if it was feeding off of Nesta’s self-hatred and anxiety.

“House?” Nesta managed to croak out, throat parched and raw, presumably from screaming. “Can you replace the sheets on my bed, please?”

It obliged without question, and the bed was immediately covered in fresh, perfumed linens smelling lightly of vanilla and lavender.

While some might say they were the most basic, plain scents, they were also the ones Nesta adored the most. There was beauty in simplicity, she’d realised early on, choosing to forgo any gaudy or tacky jewellery in favour of something more modest and established. It was one of the reasons she’d had so many eyes on her as a mortal girl, she knew. That regal, timeless look she managed to exude had enthralled many, far too many of whom had been predators.

Sighing, she lay down in bed and attempted to cleanse her mind of the thoughts ruminating in her head. They were like weeds, she thought to herself. The longer she let them fester, the worse she would feel.

She had to try, even if no good came of it.

✦ ✦ ✦

Nesta didn’t remember drifting off, only that she did at some point in the middle of the night. She’d woken up decidedly groggier the next morning, the dark circles under her eyes long since having taken hold of her face, but she’d also woken up with a mission. 

Venturing to the Library after training and lunch, she sat down in a quieter section where she knew neither Gwyn nor any of the other priestesses would wander. Their work tended to be on the higher levels, usually from six upwards, and Nesta was currently sitting on level four. 

Taking a quill from the inkpots that stood on every desk, and asking the House to summon a piece of parchment, she began to write.

✦ ✦ ✦

It took Nesta an embarrassingly long amount of time, countless scraps of parchment, and more groans and sighs than she cared to admit before she finished that letter. It was disproportionate, really, seeing as the letter wasn’t more than a page. But the courage she’d needed to summon to write it, and the utter shame and relief she’d felt when she had finally managed to get the words down on paper…

“House? I’d like to get this letter to Eris Vanserra, please.” Her whispered request echoed in the silent antechamber, and she cringed internally. Hopefully, no one would think her insane for talking to a sentient structure.

The letter vanished in an instant, disappearing in a cloud of puffed smoke, leaving Nesta with nothing but her swirling thoughts.

✦ ✦ ✦

Dinner had been quiet and almost….civil, considering the way her other meals with the General had gone. They hadn’t talked, but they hadn’t been hostile, either. To Nesta, that was about as pleasant as it was going to get, and she certainly wasn’t complaining.

Indeed, the stars shone brightly overhead as she made her way up to the training ring. It was peaceful, she admitted to herself, having the area all to herself as she sat cross-legged in the center of the arena. All was quiet save for the occasional rustle of the wind and the call of a distant swallow soaring overhead.

But Nesta did not notice that. She had her eyes closed, and was attempting a mind-stilling. The task was proving more difficult than she would have liked to admit.

While the activity had seemed easier when she’d begun it, it was only now she was realising how difficult it truly was. Calming her head on a good day proved to be difficult enough, but on a day when her thoughts were scattered and there was no one and nothing to ground her? She might as well be asking for a miracle.

Come on, she coaxed. Come out. I know you’re desperate to come out at night. But no matter how she tried, her magic refused to answer. 

Cajoling and pleading did not work; neither did threats. Eventually, Nesta left the ring with nothing to show for her practice save for a block of disappointment that sat deep in her gut, and another sleepless night ahead of her.

A/N: The letter Nesta sends will be revealed on Day 3! I hadn’t planned on doing this, but I’m thinking of continuing this drabble as a series where Nesta goes to Autumn to learn more about her fire and scrying powers, let me know what you think!

[acotar-omegaverse-week]

Day 2 Masterlist - Turning Up the Heat

Fics and drabbles

Heated (Eris x OC) by @littlest-w01f

How Can I Loathe and Crave You? Chapter II (Feyrisand) by @starfall-spirit

imagine being loved by me Chapter II (Feysand) by @whatishowedyouinthedark

I Can Take the Upper Hand and Touch Your Body Part I (Nessian) by @c-e-d-dreamer

Ten Minutes (Emerie x Gwyn) by @velarisbynight

Fire in His Blood (Lucien x reader) by @tadpolesonalgae

a steady hand (Lucien x Cassian) by @mathiwrites

Who Turned Up the Heat? (Neris) by @nocasdatsgay

Omega Needs (Feylin -> Feysand) by @potatoplace

If we missed your submission please reach out!

divider image by tsunami-of-tears you can find them here

[autumnshighlady]

Neris fucking you while your zoned out trying to have mind conversations with rhys and you have to carefully block him out an manage talking to him which Nesta plays with your clit and eris fucks you from behind 😳

Sometimes my mind goes places and returns with gifts

OFIFKFJFJFJMDNRFIFOFKXKJS drabble incoming

You bit your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, legs trembling as you clung to the desk. Rhys’s voice droned on in your head, discussing strategies for the next meeting with the Hewn City. Normally, you’d be present and focused for a conversation with the High Lord — except this time, you were presented with two distractions in the form of a red haired male and a smirking female. Eris’s hands gripped your hips firmly, his cock pounding in and out of you, making your body shake against the desk you were bent over.

Beside you, Nesta was pressing kisses up your spine and neck, a slender finger playing with your clit. Her plump lips were drawn up in a smug smile as she watched you tremble.

Did you hear what I just said? Rhys said, confusion lacing his voice. You felt a brush of darkness against your shields, gently requesting more access.

Yes, sorry, you said back, keeping the thoughts of Nesta and Eris as far from this conversation as possible.

As the High Lord continued, you fought with every ounce of strength to block him out. Eris snickered behind you, the force of his hard thrusts shaking the table. “Pay attention, sweetheart,” Eris said. “Don’t want Rhys to know what’s distracting you, do we?”

“How embarrassing would that be?” Nesta purred in your ear, adding more pressure to your clit. “For Rhys to find out his good little advisor just crumbles beneath our touch, letting us use her as our own toy whenever we please? Best focus, darling. Or else we’ll stop.”

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Links below to my ao3 and post with descriptions.

Note: Majority of my fics are 18+. Please read the tags and ratings. This post will be updated when new fics are posted. Fics are listed in no particular order.

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Fandoms included: Detroit Become Human (all on ao3) and ACOTAR

ACOTAR Fics

Lucien

A Start of the Best Week

SJM Villain Week 2024

Drabble amarantha | Droit du seigneur Nesta/Beron

Poly Week Master Post

Eris

Eris Week 2023 master post (NSFW are marked)

Eris week 2024 master post

Nessian

Adjustment - NSFW

Feysand

Bow - NSFW

Elriel

Don’t Disappoint Me -NSFW

Elucien

Drabble about Mates for Elucien Week

Lucien week day 7: Letters

Feylin (Tamlin/Feyre)

Calanmai Night - NSFW

Feyre/Lucien/Tamlin

It takes two to play - NSFW

Tamlin

Cursed Fate

Tamlin X Lucien

Forbidden (one-side Tam/Lucien)

A Sunbeam Shining Into the Night - NSFW

Azris

Chokehold - NSFW

From the shadows the beast will rise - multi ch. overall NSFW

Eris/Reader

Frenzy - NSFW

Barging In

So where do I start? - NSFW

Neapolitan Bonds (Az/Eris/Reader)

Masterlist including Be Good and Now Behave

Nuan/Lucien

I’ve Always Been Right Here -Chapter 2 NSFW

Neris

The Price You Pay For Power

A nest of her own | who turned up the heat? | to be marked as yours

Glorified warmer

Spring Time Affairs Masterlist Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain

Cassian x Eris

Clandestine Negotiations

Harlots of Autumn

Sold Kept

Mini collab: The House of Vanserra

Tea Time - Suriel x reader

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Masterlist

yo, I'm jasmine and this is my fic masterlist. I write on ACOTAR, mostly Azris and Neris, and mostly modern AUs.

my ao3 account

Azris:

Red Ferrari: multi-chapter (17/17), rating E, 96k words for now AU where Azriel is a mechanic and has his own service station. One day, Eris comes there because something is wrong with his car. Tumblr AO3

Ten seconds: one shot, rating E, 4.2k words AU where Eris is the mafia boss and Azriel is a hitman who needed to assassinate him but never did. Tumblr AO3

Sinners: one shot, rating E, 3.3k words AU where Azriel is one of the cult leaders and Eris has little interest in imaginary gods but comes back every time Tumblr AO3

Let me: fluffy azris one shot, 4k words Eris was stabbed during an assassination attempt. Azriel tries to convince his husband to rest and recover. AO3

The One Who Burns, The One Who Drowns: Fishing village AU (1/2), 9k words Azriel should have stayed away from Eris. He should have ignored the way the fire-haired stranger seemed to see through him, should have listened when he told him not to go near the water at night. But Azriel has always been drawn to dangerous things. Now, the sea is calling for him. The drowned do not rest, and the village prays to old gods who have long since stopped listening. The waves are rising, the ghosts are waiting, and Eris is still watching him as if he already knows how this will end. AO3

To be loved: fluff, kid fic, comfort/no hurt, 2.6k words A collection of stories where Azris have a kid, and Azriel has to put up with two Vanserras at once. AO3, Tumblr

Equinox of Us: drabble, 400 words, fluff Just happy married Azris, celebrating Autumn Equinox Tumblr

Neris

Again: multi-chapter (9/?), rating E Lawyer AU where Eris and Nesta used to be rivals before she got married and decided to leave the field. But now she is divorced and determined to return to the legal field, even if it means working with Eris, not against him. Tumblr AO3

Void: PWP/smut, rating E, 1.6k words Nesta hated everything about him. Nesta craved everything he was willing to give. Tumblr AO3

Nezris

Into the Abyss: rating E, multi chapter(3/6), 15k words AU where Rhysand runs a cult. Azriel is his most devoted acolyte—quiet, scarred, and utterly consumed by obsession. Eris doesn’t believe in gods. But he keeps crawling back to the apartment that reeks of incense and rot, letting Azriel carve madness into his skin one kiss at a time. Nesta just wants to find her sister. She doesn't believe in cults, or saviors, or second chances—only that Feyre is somewhere behind those doors, and Nesta won’t leave without her. Three lives orbiting the same ruin. And the abyss doesn't care who falls first. Ao3

Gen fics

Once upon time: one shot, fairy tale style about Eris's childhood, 1.1k words Once upon a time, in a kingdom veiled in shadows and cruelty, there lived a young prince who loved his family dearly. Tumblr AO3

Hunting: one shot, 3.5k words Eris and Lucien had a tradition of going on a hunt together. Or Vanserra brothers bonding in their childhood and then in the future Tumblr AO3