#Asterin blackbeak-Havilliard

[shadowhandss60]

A Manorian Halloween with baby Asterin (ft. A Phantom hand as Thing, even though no one can see it) 🖤

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Absolutely in love this commision by @Bookishkoda

*do not repost without credit to the artist*

[highladyofterrasen7]

And they almost did

[throneofsapphics]

poly

POLY!ROWAELIN POLY!MANORIAN POLY!ELORCAN

single

AELIN ASTERIN MANON ELIDE ROWAN LORCAN GAVRIEL FENRYS DORIAN NEXT GEN

multi/mix n' match

MANON x READER x ASTERIN

think for yourself ↳ you did learn pretend* lifeline on the edge*

ASTERIN x READER x ELIDE

cinnamon

LORCAN/FENRYS/ROWAN x READER

the arrangement*

LORCAN x READER x FENRYS

track 32

AELINS COURT x READER

one more for the party

[emiliamildner]

The Iron Princess 🗡️❄️👑

After Feyre, Rhys and Nyx comes Dorian, Manon and their daughter. I firmly believe that her name would be Asterin btw.

I gave her Dorian's eyes and Manon's hair but if you look close enough, there are flecks of gold in her eyes. She's a Blackbeak witch after all.

Characters inspired by Dorian Havilliard and Manon Blackbeak from Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas.

‼️ DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION!

[shadowdaddies]

Here's my Throne of Glass masterlist! I'll keep my posts linked here🩶

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Manon

❤️‍🔥My Girl (Manon x Reader)

✨Roar of the Wind (Manon x Reader)

✨Lead the Way (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ Balance (Manon x Reader)

💧✨Beloved (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ In Your Corner (Manon x Reader)

✨Lift Me Up (Manon x Reader)

✨Golden (Manon x Reader)

Dorian

💧✨❤️‍🔥King's Queen (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥 Masquerade (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Phantom Touch (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨Distraction (Dorian x Reader)

✨The Bet (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥NSFW Headcanons

Aelin

✨All I Want for Yulemas (Aelin x Reader)

Aedion

❤️‍🔥Serenity (Aedion x Reader)

Asterin

✨Taking Flight (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Get a Room (Asterin x Reader)

✨Getting Lost (Asterin x Reader)

✨Keeping Secrets (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Stress Relief (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥One Bed (Asterin x Reader)

Vesta

✨New Beginnings (Vesta x Reader)

Gavriel

💧✨Always Yours (Gavriel x Reader)

✨Mine (Gavriel x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Every Part (Gavriel x Reader)

Fenrys

❤️‍🔥Wild Things (Fenrys x Reader)

✨Anywhere (Fenrys x Reader)

💧💥 ✨Reunited (Fenrys x Reader)

↳ Part 2 Part 3

💧✨Hope Reborn (Fenrys x Reader)

Lorcan

✨Flawless (Lorcan x Reader)

❤️‍🔥So Lorcan DID (Lorcan x Reader)

✨When You’re Sick Headcanons

Elide

💧✨❤️‍🔥Solstice Confessions (Elide x Reader)

Poly Fics

✨Protective Instincts (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Puppy Love (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Get Clean (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Better Mood (Manorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥Attention, Please (Manon x Reader x Asterin)

✨ Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Manon x Reader x Asterin)

✨Any Excuse (Asterin x Reader x Sorrel)

✨Lucky Me (Asterin x Reader x Vesta)

✨We Have Now (Elorcan x Reader)

💧Meant to Be (dark!Manorian x Reader)

↳ Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

the beautiful dividers on my blog are by saradika-graphics

[acourtofquestions]

[idfendyr]

You're prbly gonna hate me for this

But I was rereading EOS and on the part where Manon goes against her grandmother, before that, Asterin says what she thinks were her last words

"Bring our people home, Manon."

And then Manon snaps and goes to kill her grandmother, fights her long enough and, in her narrative, stay alive long enough for her thirteen to escape. To get a shot at surviving.

She was ready to die if they got to live.

Then in KOA, Asterins last words to Manon are,

"Bring our people home, Manon."

Now, several things.

Firstly, in EOS she may have said these as more of a plea, but in KOA she says it was a kind of, like, determination and confidence, because she truly believed in Manon to do it. Had fate that the witch she had turned into could and would do it.

Second, her last words to Manon were always meant to be a promise Manon was supposed to make to her. So even if she was dead, there was something of Asterin with her.

Now, lastly, her saying this in KOA was all this. But I can't help but think it was also like she wanted Manon to remember when she first said those words to her. How Manon was ready and willing to die for them to live.

So in a way it was for Asterin and the thirteen to indirectly say, You were willing to die for us, we're willing to die for you.

BECAUSE THAT WHAT IT WAS.

They were willing to die for her to live just as she was for them.

Suffer with me.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Sorry this one is a little late and a little sparse! I was reading some other books and got very distracted!

Please make sure to check all warnings before reading. But if you do enjoy a story, maybe leave a comment and reblog to support your local neighbourhood fic writiers.

Reading Lists

Bucky Barnes

A Little Help Here by @stargazingfangirl18 🔥

Big Conversation by @buckets-and-trees

Donut: The Hole Story by @jobean12-blog

Headache by @rocketrhap3000

Red Agony by @lokiswifeduh

Shoot Me by @antiquarianfics

Dorian Havillard

Breathless by @throneofsapphics 🔥

Eris Vanserra

Gust and Flame by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Fenrys Moonbeam

Fenrys Smut Ask by @anyoneseenadam 🔥

Loki

Caught You by @jiyascepter 🔥

Poly Fics

Afternoon Delight by @christowhore 🔥(Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson x Reader)

Pretend by @throneofsapphics 🔥(Asterin x Manon x Reader)

Rowan Whitethorn

Keep Still by @throneofsapphics 🔥

Stucky

Trolling Steve Rogers by @late-to-the-party-81

Tangerine

Black Ribbon by @little-miss-dilf-lover 🔥

Look After You by @oh-starstarstar

Long Story Short by @pretty-little-mind33

Style by @pretty-little-mind33 🔥

[rainingriversofyou]

The Blackbeak-Havilliard Royal Family

Art by Inkfaeart

In my heart and mind Dorian ‘Settles’ and lives on for millennia with his friends and family.

[popnovelspn]

Friendly reminder:

Erilea is on the brink of world war. Manon is trying to find a way to unite the witches..

Dorian: how do women do tiddies?

[manonslayme]

I feel like the superior version of KoA when Dorian was traveling with the Thirteen is the Thirteen just Hating his vibe

Maybe not outright hate him, but these are a bunch of ladies from a man-hating society that Magically are just chill with him?? Nuh huh, it is so much funnier to imagine Dorian doing something stupid in the wild because he’s a prince pretty boy who’s lives in a castle his entire life and the entire Thirteen just side-eyes Manon

Ship Manorian or not, it’s even funnier to imagine Manon trying to explain to the Thirteen why she had to bring him with when they finally confront her about bringing a guy on their girls trip

[shadowhandss60]

The thirteen playing truth or dare in KOA:

Dorian: Manon, truth or dare.

Manon: Truth

Dorian: I dare you to kiss me right now.

Manon: *moving immediately to kiss him*

Asterin: She didn’t even even say dare?

[highladyofterrasen7]

Pretty much everyone is a parasite.

Elide asked and chaol lets her use his. Same with Sartaq and Evangeline.

[throneofsapphics]

celebration masterlist

from this post. thank y'all so much for sending these in, there were a few duplicates, and a few extra might make there way out, but I kept it to 12 to keep myself realistic. I'll update this as they're posted! I love all of you and thank you so much for the support!

The Arrangement* - Rowan/Fenrys/Lorcan x Reader (2/25)

"You'll take what I give you"

A Favor - Dorian x Reader (2/27)

"I could help you forget him/her."

Loyal Friends* - Ruhnlidia x Reader (2/29)

At least I didn't get arrested. 

"You look so pretty on your knees."

"You look good with my hand around your neck."

Thin Doors* - Rowaelin x Reader (3/2)

"Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it."

The Other Side - young!Rhys x Reader (3/4)

"I hate you." "No you don't."

"How do you sleep at night?" "I usually go for a bed." 

Pretty For Me* - Mor x Reader (3/14)

"You look so pretty on your knees."

Last Avenues* - Feysand x Reader (3/24)

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" 

"Is that all you have?"

Stay In The Moment With Me - Rhys x Reader (3/27)

"I don't want to be alone tonight"

A Present* - Nessian x Reader (3/28)

“Take it off”

A Pretty Smile - Nyx x Reader (3/29)

"How have you survived this long by yourself?" 

At least I didn't get arrested

Breaking Point* - Manon x Reader (3/30)

"Do it already or I'll find someone else."

Supposed to Be Us - Asterin x Reader (3/31)

“Tell me it was a lie.” “I can’t.”

[queenofshadowsss]

I’m still alive!! Busy with work and life teehee

Finished Queen of Shadows! YAYYYY 🎉🎉🥳🥳

But also I’ll never get to read it for the first time again 🥲

Life = forever changed

I’ll try and get out a little review soon.

I’m starting Fourth Wing soon )going to see what all the fuss is about hehe). Then I’ll hop back on to Throne of Glass for Empire of Storms.

Art credits: @pandyals_art

[malulls]

We'll see

Manorian modern au

Nsfw

It was with a bit of psychological torture, a lot of insistence, and a little blackmail that Asterin convinced Manon to go with her to a crowded nightclub. She still wasn't sure why she had agreed, since she knew that her cousin would leave her alone the moment she laid eyes on the blond guy she was hooking up with. All she wanted was a bottle of wine and to sleep in the peace of her room. 

However, that was how she ended up with one of Fenrys' friends — one who had silky black hair, blue eyes that looked like sapphires, and a smile that made it impossible to take eyes off his mouth. From the moment he saw Manon, his eyes stayed on her. And Manon would be lying if she said she hadn't stared at him too. A few shots, a lot of flirting, and he was pressing her against the nearest wall, kissing her in a way that made her forget everything around. Mainly when they started running their hands over each other, probably a little more than they should have been doing in public.

And that was how, two hours after she had arrived at the nightclub cursing Asterin to her seventh generation, she was on his lap, kissing him on the edge of his bed. Manon had barely been able to pay attention to anything on the way, not until the door of his apartment was closed and locked, and her legs were wrapped around his waist.

He placed a kiss beneath her ear, nothing more than a tease.

They had been like this for a few seconds, catching their breath. Suddenly, Manon realized just how many people were around them and how far those kisses were going. As if reading her mind, Dorian asked:

— Do you wanna go somewhere else, witchling?

That fucking nickname. 

— Depends. — Manon said. — Will you stop calling me that? 

He just smiled.

Dorian ran his hands from her thighs to her waist, making Manon shiver as he continued on his way until he reached her top. One by one, he opened the clamps, her jacket had already been pulled off in the nightclub, when they were seeking every inch of bare skin possible.

With the last clamp of her black top open, the bra followed soon after, freeing her heavy breasts. Dorian then pulled back, both to look at her bare chest and to allow her to remove his shirt. Manon did the same, taking her time to look at the muscles and skin she had been running her hands over for the last hour. He looked even more handsome this close, with those blue eyes dark in the dim light of the room and his full lips swollen.

Dorian pushed her hair away and lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing and adding new marks to those he had already left. Manon dug her fingers into his shoulders, her eyelids fluttering as his thumbs circled her nipples. She pressed her lips together as he pinched them between his fingers, his touches making her core throb in a way that had her closing her legs around his hips to stay still.

Manon buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up, biting his lower lip and bringing him back to her mouth. The kiss muffled her moans as his hands cupped her breasts, before his touch suddenly disappeared. She complained internally, but soon Dorian moved his hands to her ass to hold her as he stood.

Slowly, he laid her down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. Manon spread her thighs to accommodate his body, heat pooling between her legs. Leaving her impatience win, she ran her nails down his abdomen until she reached his belt, making him shudder, then opened it and unbuttoned his pants. But before she could do more than that, Dorian finally pulled away from the kiss. He ran his fingers down her waist, stopping at the hem of her pants to unbutton them. Seeming to surrender to an eagerness of his own, he pulled the pants down her legs — her socks and boots were probably still lost in his living room. His eyes followed all the way up her bare body, each look like a caress itself.  

Before she could blink, Dorian tilted his head and caught one of her breasts in his mouth. Manon gasped and buried her fingers in his hair. He moved to the other, the warmth of his mouth making her shiver as he flicked his tongue on her nipple. Dorian started moving down her body, left kisses on her belly, on her hips, leaving a trace of fire and ice on her skin that made the throbbing between her legs almost unbearable.

He spread thighs legs when his face reached between her legs. Manon kept her eyes on him as he left soft kisses on her core, giving just a flick of his tongue before pulling away to kiss her thighs. Teasing her until she could barely think straight and was pulling his head where she needed it. And it seemed that was what he wanted — to tease her to the edge like he had done all night. With his blue eyes burning into hers, his mouth finally moved back to her core. Manon threw her head back, her eyes rolling back at each caress of his tongue, every sound he made against her.

Dorian gripped her thighs, opening her wider so he could move his mouth to her clit, running his tongue around it, kissing it lightly as her body started to tense. It only took a few more flicks of his tongue, and she was arching, too lost in pleasure to care about the noises she was making. He didn't stop until Manon was trembling, and when she started to think she couldn't take it anymore, she felt him pull away.

With her head still tilted back, it took her a moment to open her eyes. She took her time to recover, more than she was used to. The sound of a drawer opening caught her attention, and as Manon opened her eyes, she found Dorian putting on a condom, his clothes already on the floor. A ghost of a shiver spread through her legs, making her press them together in anticipation. Soon he was on top of her again, and Manon found a silent question on his face, which she answered by pushing his chest lightly.

Dorian gladly lay down beside Manon to let her climb onto his lap, not a hint of objection in his eyes. His gaze swept her from top to bottom, and his fingers immediately appeared on either side of her ass. But she didn't move, enjoying the sight of him beneath her. Instead of giving them what they both wanted, she lowered her lips to his neck. Dorian moaned softly, grabbed her hair in a fist, and pulled lightly. When she didn't complain, he tightened his grip, making her groan against his skin. Manon slowly dragged her slit on his cock and he cursed. 

— Having fun, witchling?

She bit his neck for the stupid nickname he had given her in the bar.

— Ain't I here for that, princeling?

It was good to know that he was as taken as she was, it felt like she was recovering a bit of control. But thinking about the intensity of everything she had felt that night, her feelings and all the effort she wasn't making to keep them to herself as she always did, made Manon wonder if she really wanted to keep what was left of that rope so tight around herself. If letting go of that need of control for a moment would be a relief... a freedom.

She continued to slide her mouth over him, shifting her hips at every sound that came from his throat. It wasn't often that she wanted to use her mouth on someone so much, but tasting his skin like that made her want to taste him everywhere. Her kisses reached his jaw, then his mouth, and Manon nibbled his lip once more before finally starting to lift her hips. 

She leaned on his abdomen and lowered herself, the felling of him inside her taking the air out of her lungs. She heard from far him cursing underneath her, just as much as she was swearing in her mind. Dorian stood still for a moment, waiting for her to adjust. 

As they moved, Manon was divided between watching the lost expression on his face, his head threw back, and not being able to keep her eyes open every time his hips slammed into hers, reaching a point that made her legs tremble. Dorian held her, helping her to move and pulling her down every time she lifted herself. Doing every single dirty thing he had whispered to her earlier.

His body tensed, his grip tightened around her hips, and he brought his thumb between her legs, making slow circles over her clit. She dug her nails into his chest, and it took a few more movements of his hips and finger to have her eyes rolling back as he brought her over the edge again. Dorian followed her soon after, her name a breath on his lips.

After a while, still moving slowly, they stopped, breathing heavily and watching each other. Slowly, Manon pulled away and lay down next to him. His fingers caressed her cheek, and she opened her eyes, just enough to see that he was brushing the messy strands of hair away from her face. Her eyelids were heavy, heavier than they should have been, a sign that she should get up. There was no way she would sleep there. As much as she had enjoyed it — probably the best sex of her life — that was too much.

When his hand left her skin, Manon sat up, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

— I should go now.

Dorian sat up as well, looking at the clock on the bedside table. She did the same. Almost four a.m. 

— Are you sure? It's late, and you look tired. You can stay if you want. — he added.

She shook her head.

— I'm fine.

The corner of his mouth curved in a way that could only be read as trouble, matching a glint of amusement in his eyes. 

His fingers appeared on the side of her thigh, a soft caress.

— Can I convince you to stay five more minutes, then?

Manon should have said no. She was going to say no. Then she had no idea why, instead, what came out of her mouth was... 

— You can try.

One second, and she was lying on her back on the bed. His hand made a complete show of moving up her thigh, and with the lightest of touches, he was rubbing her clit again. Manon's eyes closed of their own accord, her teeth sinking in her lower lip. She was sensitive, enough that his caresses almost hurt, but she didn't want him to stop. Quite the opposite, it was weirdly good. When she was wet and panting again, he put one finger inside her. And a second. And a third — Gods, it was too much. Every thrust made her nails dig into his back, her fingers holding tight on his hair, and she couldn't help but think what it would have been like to have him on top of her. How it would have been if he had been in charge. He curved his fingers, and that, added to the filthy things that filled her mind, made her clench around them. This time she was a little more aware and bit Dorian's shoulder to not wake his entire damn floor when she came.

When Manon fell on the bed this time, she was exhausted. She took a deep breath to recover from that intensity she had never felt before.

— Convincing enough? — Dorian asked, his voice rough again. 

She slowly opened her eyes. Idiot.

— Sort of, princeling— Manon answered, still out of breath. Maybe she liked the ridiculous nickname thing. Or she had got dumb, she didn't like either of the options.

He raised an eyebrow, not looking away from her face. His eyes were still dark. If Manon weren't so tired, she would have gotten on him again. 

Dorian went to the bathroom while she tried to find her clothes around the bedroom, and came out wearing pajama pants when she was trying to get her top from his shelf. Whatever way it had gotten there. He only had to stretch out his arm to pick it up, reminding Manon of how much taller he was than her. How she'd had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him when they'd arrived at the apartment, and she'd taken off her heels. How he had carried her to bed, picking her up so easily. She blinked, trying to clear away the flood of thoughts. 

— Do you want help to dress it? — Dorian asked. 

She pushed her hair aside as he closed the top around her torso. He moved a little closer, enough for his breath to caress her neck. Manon tilted her head when she felt it, just a little.

— We're not done, you and I... — he said, making sure to touch every bit of her skin as he closed the clamps. Dorian brushed his lips against her neck, the touch so light that made her fingers curl in the carpet. — Are we, witchling?

She should have said yes just to drag that attitude out of him. But there was amusement in his voice, and it would probably be an endless battle if she tried to fight Dorian every time he was like that.

That was the last thing Manon expected from that night. She wasn't waiting for this, for him. For enjoying his touches so much, to still be wondering what the hell he had done to her. Once again, she should have said no, but she didn't answer. 

Manon could count the times she'd slept with the same man more than once, and she didn't want the headache of one of them wanting more than sex. But she could still feel his lips hovering above her neck, his fingers on her back, and the mere thought of his hands on her was enough to make her heart beat faster and her blood heat up again. The thought of what it would have been like if he'd stayed on top, how much she'd wanted him to fuck her against the wall earlier, the fact that she still wanted to taste every inch of his skin... She was used to being the one who disappeared and left men wanting more and never having it, and it could have been the alcohol or the tiredness talking, but for the first time, Manon wanted more. 

So, as he closed the last clip, she turned partially towards him, lifted a shoulder and said: 

— We'll see.

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Masterlist

It wasn't that bad at all? I'm almost proud of it