#manon x reader angst

[shadowdaddies]

Can I request Manon comforting f!reader because she has had an awful day? Maybe even her confronting and scaring someone who has hurt reader?

I’ve had an stressful week and had to deal with rude people has been the last straw, I hope everyone else is doing good ❤️

I'm sorry about your week honey, I hope it gets better 💜

In Your Corner

Manon x Reader

“Who was it?!” Manon practically yelled as she stormed into the room. You looked up from where you were sitting on the couch, wiping the tears from your eyes to look at her. “What?” Manon crossed over to crouch in front of you, checking you for any signs of harm. Her eyes searched your own, “I heard someone made you cry. Who did it?” You shook your head in an effort to dismiss the issue. “It’s fine, Manon. Really. I’m over it,” you mumbled, taking her hand in yours and giving it a light squeeze.

Manon knew you too well, giving you a stern look as she tilted your face to look at her, brushing your hair back behind your ear as she kissed you. “Angel, I want to help you. No one should believe that they can walk all over you. I’m yours, and anyone who disrespects you will know that their behavior will not be tolerated.” You sighed, fidgeting as you considered her words. “I’ll tell you, but you don’t need to do anything about it. I just want to move on.” You proceeded to tell her the story, Manon barely keeping a leash on her anger as she listened to you, holding your hand and occasionally giving it a gentle kiss through your speech.

Speaking about it already made you feel better, your tears dried and breathing easier as you gave Manon a soft smile. She kissed you again, returning your smile before she hummed, “Why don’t you go take a bath? Read a book and relax. I have something I need to take care of, and then we can have some dinner. How does that sound?” You nodded, feeling like you needed to wash the day off of you anyway. You said goodbye to Manon, heading towards your shared bedroom to relax. You turned back to see Manon leaving, and could have sworn you saw her face shift to anger and her iron nails come out as she walked out the door. You didn’t think much of it, going upstairs to enjoy your bath.

You felt impossibly relaxed, freshly clean as you laid in your bed wearing a fluffy robe and enjoying a warm cup of tea. The door opened, Manon coming in to give you a kiss in greeting before going to change out of her leathers. You called out to where she was changing, “so what did you have to go do?” 

Manon walked around the corner, now dressed in a short silk robe as she washed her face. More cheerfully than you thought you’d ever heard her speak she answered, “oh, nothing. I just had to take care of someone who was proving to be an issue.” You arched a suspicious brow at her, but she just smiled and hummed, “you shouldn’t have any more problems like you mentioned earlier.” You knew what to expect from Manon, so it shouldn’t have surprised you that that was what she had to ‘take care of’. 

You just hoped that she gave them what little mercy they might have deserved, softly laughing to yourself at Manon’s overprotectiveness as she settled into bed next to you, announcing that food would be delivered for the both of you shortly. You hummed a thank you as you curled into her side, thankful to have someone like Manon in your corner.

[sjywrites]

Hii can I request Sophia x reader academic rivals? 🥺 u can do whatever u want w the plot pretty much please and thank u so much <3 :)

༊*·˚ ACADEMIC RIVALS LOVERS?

𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza x 𝓖n!reader. (no pronouns used). 𝓖enre. fluff, angst if you squint 𝓢ypnosis. our two favourite academic rivals have a lil fight, but the situation turns bad, and people realize their feelings. 𝓦𝓒 . 824 𝓒𝓦 . mentions of being hospitalised (sophia), a little angsty!

𝓝ote! this is a little messy since I wrote it during one of my breaks, but please lmk if you want like a part two cuz I really liked this plot!

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This is purely fiction and is not meant to interpret how the idols act in real life!

,, not proofread + english is not my first language ! ೃ⁀➷

At this point it didn’t even matter if you were better than everyone, you just had to be better than her. It started off very simple, both of you wanted to be better than everyone, academically that is. Eagerly waiting to get tests back and see who got a higher score, a smug grin on one's face when they got a better result than the other. No harm in that right? Wrong, that’s what started all of this.

Sophia walked towards me with her head held high, her uniform as neat as ever and her hair styled in a way making her look almost angelic. Wait, what? “What were your results?” She said, slamming her paper on top of my desk, I shook out of my daydreaming to answer her. “96.” I said while looking down in my maths book, trying to solve an equation but still focusing on what she would respond. She looks away and a teasing smirk spreads on her lips, and moves the finger that covered her results, 97. “Guess I’m just better than you huh?” She said proudly, staring down at me “Just because you got one point more than me doesn’t mean you’re better than me.” I said, pouting a little at her accusation.

Lately I’ve been feeling kind of… weird? Even if Sophia gets a higher score than me, I can’t find it in me to give a fuck. “Well, you’ve been slacking off a lot lately, I’ve gotten higher scores than you on the last four tests. So, I think that makes it obvious who's smarter!” Sophia states like it was the most obvious answer to what I said. Staring at her for a moment, I reply. “I've been busy okay, not everyone has that much free time to spend on studying, and you're talented in general, no wonder you get high scores” She looks shocked at my statement, then she smirks a little, “Did you just admit that I'm smart?” She looked proud in some way or another, “Not what I meant Sophia, but whatever floats your boat.” I grab my things from the desk and walk outside the classroom to my locker, a little frustrated at the whole situation. I did miss her response,

“I study that much so you won't think I'm stupid.”

A week goes by, no Sophia in sight. She missed two assignments, she's usually here every day. Even if she's sick, which I don't get why she does, but still. Did something happen to her? Was it something I did?

“You've been zoning out for the past like, three periods, what is going on with you today?” Lara, my best friend asks. “Do you know where Sophia is?” I ask, not really thinking before I ask. “Why do you want to know, don't you guys like, hate each other?” She looks at me with a very questionable look, suspecting something I cannot grasp, “Yes? No? I don't know Lara, but do you know where she is?” I say, a little confused and concerned. She looks at me with sad eyes before replying, “Y/N, Sophia got really sick out of nowhere, I heard she's at the hospital.” My eyes blew wide at the shocking news, why didn't she tell me? No, why would she do that? We're not even friends.

—

Am I really doing this? I think to myself as I open the hospital doors and stumble up to the kind-looking man in the lobby. I strike up a casual conversation with him as he guides me to a room, I thank him quickly before he scurries away.

There in the little window on the door I see her, Sophia's sitting down on the bed. Her hair is a mess and her clothes look ridiculous, it looks like she hasn't slept for a few days too. I gently open the door and her gaze falls upon me, it's easier to see her face now. She looks tired, really tired. “Hey…” I say, she looks away from me and cuddles up in her sitting position. “What are you doing here?” she tries to sound annoyed, but it just comes out in a tired huff. “I heard what happened, I… was worried about you. I brought some notes from the classes you missed.” She looks shocked at my confession, she relaxes her posture and her gaze becomes soft. “Thank you… I really appreciate it.” She smiles a little as she grabs the papers I handed her, our hands touching softly.

I look at her, really look at her. For the first time actually having time to admire how pretty she looks, how perfect her flaws are. “I just came to give you that… so if you don't need anything else, I'll go.” I turn around to walk away, grabbing the door knob and turning it around, “Wait! Will you… please stay with me a little longer, I need it.

I need you.”

this is so messy I'm sorrrrryyyy!! I wanted to post something today at least :((

[castdust]

apocalypse.

pairing : daniela avanzini x masc!reader

about : A survivalist and a wandering medic forge an unexpected bond while battling a plague that turns humans into shadow-like monsters.

genre : angst | some fluff

a/n : this is my first time writing! pls be gentle :> | 913 words

The city was eerily silent, the remnants of a world lost to chaos and decay. Shadows crept along the crumbling walls, flickering like forgotten ghosts. Y/N clutched her weapon tightly, scanning every corner for the shadow-like creatures that had wiped out most of humanity. She’d survived this long by being cold, calculated—detachment was her armor.

And then she saw her.

A woman—thin but determined—stood over a broken supply crate, her medical bag strapped across her chest. Her eyes darted nervously between the streets and the supplies she was gathering.

“Who’s there?” Y/N barked, stepping out from the shadows with her gun raised.

The woman froze, slowly raising her hands. “I don’t want trouble.” Her voice was calm but firm, carrying the weight of someone who’d seen too much.

“Trouble finds anyone out here,” Y/N said, keeping her aim steady. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for meds. People still get sick, even without the infection,” the woman replied, glancing at Y/N’s weapon. “You planning to shoot me for it?”

Y/N hesitated. The woman didn’t look like a threat, but trusting people was dangerous.

“Depends. Are you infected?”

The woman laughed bitterly. “Do I look like one of those things?”

“Doesn’t matter what you look like,” Y/N muttered. After a beat, she lowered her gun but didn’t holster it. “What’s your name?”

“Daniela,” she answered, cautiously lowering her hands. “And you?”

“Y/N.”

Daniela tilted her head, studying her. “So, are you going to help, or just stand there looking menacing?”

Against her better judgment, Y/N sighed and stepped closer.

Weeks Later

The unlikely pair had settled into a rhythm. Y/N’s sharp survival instincts complemented Daniela’s resourcefulness and medical knowledge. Together, they navigated the forgotten city, evading the infected and scavenging what they could.

The two have been together for more than two weeks. Daniela has little knowledge about the person she’s with right now.

But little by little the cracks began to show in Y/N’s hardened exterior. As long as Daniela had a way of getting under her skin.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Y/N grumbled one night as they sat around a small fire in a boarded-up convenience store.

Daniela smirked. “Only when someone gives me a reason to.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Why are you even out here?” Y/N asked, her voice quieter. “Most people gave up a long time ago.”

Daniela poked at the fire. “Because someone has to care. If we stop caring, what’s the point of surviving?”

“Survival is the point,” Y/N said sharply. “Caring just gets you killed.”

Daniela looked up, her gaze piercing. “And what happens when there’s nothing left to care about? What’s left of you then?”

Y/N didn’t have an answer.

They stumbled upon the lab by accident. Hidden beneath the ruins of a government building, the facility was a graveyard of broken glass, destroyed equipment, and faded documents.

“This is it,” Daniela said, holding up a file covered in bloodstains. “The origin of the infection. A bioweapon gone wrong.”

Y/N skimmed the papers, her stomach turning. “So this is their fault.”

“They were trying to create a weapon,” Daniela explained, her voice trembling. “But it spread too fast. Mutated. Now it’s uncontrollable.”

Y/N cursed under her breath. “Figures. They burned the world to ash, and now we’re stuck cleaning up the mess.”

Daniela’s hands shook as she flipped through the documents. Then she froze. “Y/N… there’s a way to stop it.”

“What?”

“There’s a device,” Daniela said, pointing to the blueprints. “It can release an airborne chemical that kills the infected. But it has to be activated manually.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold. “And whoever activates it…”

“Won’t make it out,” Daniela finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N grabbed Daniela’s arm. “We’ll find another way. We always do.”

Daniela met her gaze, tears welling in her eyes. “Y/N… this might be the only way.”

They argued for hours. Daniela was resolute, and Y/N was desperate.

“You don’t get to decide this!” Y/N shouted, her voice cracking.

“I’m not deciding,” Daniela said softly. “This isn’t about me. It’s about everyone else.”

“You think I care about ‘everyone else’?” Y/N’s hands were trembling. “You can’t leave me, Daniela. I—” She choked on the words, unable to say them.

Daniela cupped Y/N’s face gently. “You’ll be okay,” she whispered. “You’re stronger than you think.”

Y/N shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t do this. Please.”

Daniela smiled sadly. “You gave me something to live for, Y/N. Now I’ll give you something to live for: a world worth surviving.”

Y/N watched from a safe distance as the facility erupted in flames, the explosion lighting up the night sky. Her knees buckled, and she screamed—a raw, broken sound that echoed through the ruins.

For days, she wandered aimlessly, hollow and numb. But then she found the recording.

Daniela’s voice crackled through the old recorder. “Y/N… if you’re hearing this, it means it worked. I’m sorry I had to leave you. I hope you understand why. You gave me something I thought I’d never have again: hope. I want you to keep that hope alive. For me. For everyone. Build something better. You can do it. I believe in you.”

Y/N clutched the recorder to her chest, sobbing.

[throneofsapphics]

Hey hey, as someone who also speaks fluent angst, I was hoping to make a request?

Reader is injured and tries to hide how bad it is?

Could work for any character soo you choose! I do love your poly fics though 🥺🥺🥺

THANK YOU!!

knocking on death's door

poly!Manorian x Reader

Summary: You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so.  

Warnings: major injury, descriptions injuries/mention of blood, angst-ish

Word Count: ~1.7k 

A/N: ah thank you! I love this request, thank you for sending it! honestly I love writing poly fics. also anyone if you hit your head please go to a doctor 

You took a small tumble down the stairs. You’d been injured worse before, but knew you likely had a concussion and would have some intense bruises on your back and legs. You could already feel the giant one blooming on your upper thigh, and felt the ache in your lower back. But, a good salve and a discreet healer could fix a majority of problems. 

The only problem that might come your way is Manon and Dorian. Both of them have the tendency to be fussy. The last thing you wanted was to be on bedrest for a week. 

You crept down towards the healing rooms, taking a few servants' passageways, and peering through the door. Just your luck, the only healer you trust not to report to them, a close friend of yours, wasn’t present, and you decided to go back tomorrow - right after they left. 

-

Manon and Dorian weren’t in your shared rooms and wouldn’t be back until later. They had a plethora of negotiations and meetings today and the next few days. A part of you did feel guilty hiding this from them, but they already had a lot going on - you didn’t want to add any extra stressors. 

You slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower, washing off the blood from a few cuts, and snatching some of the salve and a pain tonic you kept in stock. With that, hopefully the bruises will fade in a few hours, and the headache should disappear. The small scrape on your palm … that you’ll just have to wait out, but it’s easily explainable. They know you can be clumsy sometimes. 

You fell asleep on the couch quickly after. 

-

Manon scented something was off as soon as she entered the rooms - blood. She stalked right for your side, one arm dangled over the edge of the couch, the other curled under your pillow. You were sound asleep, your breaths deep and steady, and only mumbling as she carefully lifted your arm, turning it gently to see a small scrape on your palm. Falling. Again. You were so clumsy it worried her sometimes. She called your name, quietly at first. Poking you when you didn’t wake. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking heavily once you saw her. 

“Falling, again?” She raised her brow, looking at the slightly guilty smile on your face. “You need to be more careful.” She exhaled sharply, going to find something to bandage it with, and disinfect it. 

“I already took care of it,” you called after her, but she ignored you. Dorian came back shortly after, frowning at Manon wrapping a small piece of cloth over your hand. “It’s over kill,” you insisted, but one sharp look and your mouth snapped shut. 

“Did you hurt anything else?” 

“No,” you sighed, rolling back to shove your head into the pillow. Manon was a bit suspicious but … she knows you get annoyed when she fusses, and left it for now. 

-

The three of you collapsed into bed, all tired, and a slightly longer than usual nightgown hid the bruises. Your head still ached, but you took another tonic to fight that off. Apparently their day had been incredibly exhausting because they didn’t question anything too much, and the three of you fell into a deep sleep within minutes. 

-

Dorian rose first the next morning, smiling at the sight of you and Manon curled up together. Your nightgown bunched slightly at the side but … purple, he caught a sliver of purple skin. Carefully, he pulled down the blanket some more, shifting your clothing as well. A giant purple bruise bloomed on the side. 

He called your name, but you didn’t wake - he woke Manon, however, who spotted the bruise as well. 

“Y/n.” She called this time. Nothing. He shook your shoulder slightly, and you still didn’t stir. 

A quick scan with his magic showed some kind of swelling in your brain. That’s beyond anything he could handle. He scooped you in his arms, darting out the door as quickly as possible, not caring he was only wearing a pair of long sleeping pants, and sprinted for the healing rooms, carefully cradling your head against his shoulder. Manon caught up to him quickly, thankfully having thrown some clothes on, and asking questions but he couldn’t answer - his only focus was getting you there, as fast as he could. 

-

It took most of Dorian’s self restraint to keep both him and Manon from interrupting the healers working on you. 

“She said she didn’t hurt anything else.” Manon’s voice was barely above a whisper, her hand clutching onto his arms, nails digging in slightly. Maybe it would’ve hurt, but he was too focused on the scene in front of him to notice. 

You can be a bit clumsy, and Dorian knows that - it’s not unusual for you to come in with some sort of scrape or bruise once in a while but … neither of them asked what happened this time. The day had been long, and they’d been tired. Guilt ripped through him. And you’d lied too - to Manon, saying nothing else was injured, then a dark bruise on your leg and back, and somehow you’d hit your head. 

He felt his magic starting to bubble underneath his skin. One of the healer’s noticed as well and turned sharply to them. “We’re taking care of her. Both of you out.” 

-

Manon’s eyes narrowed at the woman ordering them out of the room, but her face was firm, no-nonsense, and unyielding. Dorian pushed her back gently, and she left, somehow without snarling or hissing at any of the healers. They found a small bench no less than 20 feet from the door, and waited. She leaned her head against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her. The warmth provided an anchor, kept Manon from spiraling too deep into her thoughts. But she can’t help thinking she should’ve checked, she should’ve pushed further. Dorian’s absolute panic had filled her with dread. He always seems to keep his head, always calm. 

-

You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so. 

It was strange, seeming to float outside of your body - watching everyone move around you. You were in and out of this semi-conscious state for days, watching as healers would fuss over you - take your temperature, check your heart rate and breathing, scan for any additional injuries. Swelling in her brain, you heard once - and winced. 

The worst part was watching Manon and Dorian. They were pale, their eyes lined with worry, and the bags under their eyes were heavy enough it looks like they might have punched each other. You were never alone, one of them was always there unless the healers kicked them out. Either holding your hand, or sitting next to you. 

Once, when Manon wasn’t present, Dorian brought a book. Your favorite, and read outloud to you - his eyes darting over to your face with every other line. All you wanted was to reach out, to grab his hand, touch him and let him know you’re okay, but you couldn’t. Your body was stuck there, limp and pale. 

You’d never felt this kind of hopelessness before. Knowing your loved ones are in pain and only able to watch them suffer, not give a comforting squeeze, word, or even blink. 

Five days passed, and you were back in your rooms. 

At dawn, on the seventh morning, Manon laid next to you, curled on her side, eyes closed, but you could tell she was awake. Dorian was awkwardly spread over a chair, his chest falling and rising in even breaths. Asleep. You watched as tears dripped down Manon’s cheeks. Not once had you seen her cry. She didn’t say a word, no sobs leaving her chest, but the silent tears broke something in you.

You blinked, and you were back in your body. You stayed perfectly still, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Manon was there, tears still lining her cheeks. 

It took more effort than you cared to admit, but you reached your arm up, brushing a tear off her cheek. She leaned into your touch for a few seconds, before those beautiful eyes shot open. 

She grabbed your hand, holding it gently between both of hers. “You’re awake.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and hoarse. 

Dorian was up in an instant, sitting on the other side of the bed and taking your other hand. 

“Hi.” Your voice was so weak it came out as a croak. Dorian let out something between a sob and a laugh. 

Reluctantly, Dorian left to grab the healers as quickly as he could. Manon had refused to move - holding onto your hand like a lifeline. 

He returned with them, and it was a whirl of questions that made your head hurt, and further instructions. Rest, rest, and rest. Enough rest to drive you insane. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Manon finally asked after the room cleared. 

“It .. it didn’t seem that bad.” Your voice was rough and your throat scratchy but you managed to get the words out. 

“You hit your head, you’ve been out for a week.” Manon hissed, but kept her voice low. You could have died, went unsaid. Dorian handed you a glass of water, helping you sit up against the pillows. You could sense the … not quite anger, but hurt coming from him. Hurt and fear. You clutched the glass, forcing your hands not to shake, and took a small sip. 

“I know,” you whispered. She blinked in confusion. “I … I wasn’t here, but I could see it, sometimes.” Your hands began to shake, water starting to slosh over the edges

She pressed her lips in a tight line, and took the glass from you, pressing it up against your lips. “You’re not getting out of bed until I say so,” was her response. 

You glared at her, opening your mouth to say something, but Dorian spoke before you could. “This isn’t a battle you’ll win. I’m on her side.” 

“Traitor.” You mumbled.

[infinitedivinity]

manon blackbeak x fem!reader

forbidden love, blueblood!reader, angst, relationship won't work out, she wants to protect you, break up?? idk I js like angst, I didn't reread it or edit it so it's raw

Manon didn't look at you once during lunch. She sat at her table with her Thirteen and she did not look at you. You tried not to feel hurt or betrayed by it, but her eyes lingering on Asterin as she spoke, and the way she bickered with a Yellowlegs from across her table, it made you feel invisible.

Yours and Manon's relationship had to be kept a secret, otherwise your punishment for your star-crossed romance could result in death.

You were an unimportant Blueblood witch. But Manon? Manon was the Wing Leader. She was a powerful, fearless witch with a reputation for slaughter and madness. Manon led her Thirteen into countless victories in battle, and you were as useful as a servant.

The lunch hour went by slowly, but you knew she'd meet you just below the mountain at nightfall, like she always did.

When the night came, you held your cloak tighter to your chest as your boots crunched in the dead leaves on the ground. Manon's long, silver hair shone bright under the moon. She was beautiful, just as she always was.

Abraxos seemed to notice you dirst, his jaw clicking in greeting. You smiled sadly as you reached a hand, in which he pressed his nose into, huffing warmly into your palm.

"Hello, Abraxos." You spoke softly.

Manon's golden gaze finally slid to you. She looked tense. There was a bit of distance between the two of you. You knew, you could feel, that something was wrong.

"You did not come last night." You said to her, "Or the night before." Manon's eyes seemed to dim as she looked at you, looked at your hand bunching your cloak to your chest.

"I had things to do. Duties to attend to." Was her only reply.

"You did not send a letter." Your voice rose with distane, with anger.

"I did not have time for it."

You scoffed and stepped backwards once, "Well, you used to." Manon blinked at you, a small sigh coming from her lips as she glanced away.

"You have nothing to say? You said we'd make this work." You argued, "You and I both knew the risks to this and all of a sudden you're flaking from the only time I get to see you properly?" You continued. Abraxos let out a soft whine at the sound of your arguing.

When Manon did not reply, your heart felt heavy in your chest, and your eyes began to water. "Manon. We agreed to this, and I hate it. I hate not being able to love you as loudly and as freely as I wish to. I hate not being able to touch you, to feel you, to look at you properly." You sounded like you were begging. You were pleading to her to tell you what was wrong.

You looked down at your boots and huffed. "Okay. If you don't want this anymore-"

"I want this." Manon interrupted. She seemed surprised with herself to talk about what she wanted with you. When you glanced up, her eyes were fixed on you.

"But our lives..." She closed her eyes, brow creasing, "Your life. Your life is in danger the longer we do this. Our families...our past...who we are..." When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with something like admiration, like undying devotion, like love.

"I want you safe. And the best way I can achieve that is by leaving." Manon finally said. You almost gasped, "That is unfair."

"Everything is unfair." Manon whispered harshly. "They will have your head. And I will never forgive myself for it. So, please." She sighed once more, putting a hand on the belt of Abraxos' saddle. "Go back to bed."

"You're being unfair." You repeated to her, watching as she climbed onto the back of her wyvern. "You're being unfair, Manon, you cannot do this to me." You said, gripping Abraxos' scaled leg as you watched her look forward. "You cannot just leave me here!" You yelled at her. "We will find a way, Manon. We have to."

Manon did not spare you a second glance as she kicked Abraxos' side, and with a whine, he moved forward, spread his wings, and they were airborne.

You felt the upcoming winter's cold closer than before as you watched them soar into the sky. She had come tonight to leave you. And alone you were for the rest of the night, walking back to your room with ice bitten cheeks and crystal tears rolling down your face.

[danikamariewrites]

I absolutely adored more pink and would love another one with the same sensitive pink loving reader. Maybe they get into an argument or smth?? Whatever you write I’ll eat it up

Feeling Blue

Manon x reader

A/n: thank you💕 I love this dynamic with Manon

Warnings: Angst to fluff

Manon was having a bad day and you were hell bent on fixing it. You hated seeing your mate upset or angry over something you could easily fix.

Usually when Manon gets in one of these moods it’s over random paper work or someone not cooperating with her. This time it was mindless paperwork that you could easily get done for her.

You waited just down the hall from Manon’s office, waiting for her to leave so you could sneak in. The door banged open and you jump, biting your lip so you don’t scream.

Watching her retreating back you notice her shoulders are tense. You’ll have to force her to relax tonight. Snapping out of your thoughts you tip toe into your mates office.

Just as you collected the papers Manon came back, stopping in the doorway letting out an annoyed huff. “Y/n,” she groans out, rubbing her temples. “Why are you in my office taking things?” Manon is practically screaming. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this. Maybe you should’ve asked Asterin or Sorrel to help.

You worry your lip as you fight back tears, blinking furiously. Stuttering to find your words. Manon stomps over to you, towering over you, putting her hands on her hips as she waits for your answer.

The scowl on her face is terrifying. You gently placed the papers down with shaking hands. Quickly whispering out an apology you flee from the room so Manon wouldn’t see your tears. The last thing you wanted was for her to feel guilty.

On your way back to your shared living quarters you bumped into Vesta. The witch grabbed you by your arms, steadying you. “I’m sorry y/n I didn’t see you.” She chuckled. “It’s ok, my fault I wasn’t looking.” You say, wiping at your tears.

Vesta noticed and started panicking, “Does Manon know you’re upset? Who made you cry?” She asked rapidly. You shook your head no. “She doesn’t know I’m crying. She yelled but I get it, she’s stressed. I was just trying to help I just did the wrong thing…” Vesta let a long sigh out through her nose.

“Go wait in your room. I’ll talk to Manon.” You nod, keeping your eyes on the floor as you walk. Once you close the door you fling yourself on the couch letting your sobs out. Why would she yell at you? Manon never yells at you, no matter what.

An hour later, your tears dried up, you’re curled up on the couch watching the fire in the hearth crackle. You hear the door open but don’t bother to look up. You don’t particularly feel like being nice to Manon.

The couch dips with her weight as she sits on the other side. “Baby, can we talk?” Manon asks, sounding unsure of herself. You let out a small hum in response. “I’m so sorry I yelled earlier. I never should’ve done that.” Thick tears start to fall from your eyes.

You look at her with sad, doe eyes and her heart breaks. Manon never wanted you to look like this because of her. “I just wanted to help,” you whisper. Manon swears she feels her soul leave her body. She didn’t realize you had been helping her with the small stuff that took up her time these past few months.

Manon scoots closer to you. “Oh baby, come here.” She opens her arms for you to climb on to her lap. You rest your head on her chest as Manon plays with your hair, gently rocking you in her arms. She whispers sweet nothings as you calm down again.

“Are you still mad at me?” You mumble against her leathers. Her head shakes, ruffling your hair. “Not at all baby. I could never be mad at you.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Promise you’ll never yell at me again.”

Manon holds your face between her hands, tilting your face to look at hers. “I swear on the Three Faced Goddess, I will never ever yell at you again. No matter what.” She leaves a small kiss on your forehead before pulling you back to her chest.

[bowforgodjihyo]

pain

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕭AD HABITS

Manon Bannerman x fem!reader

summary: you knew dating was always going to be hard as an idol, whomever it would be with. you made it clear with manon when she accidentally fell for you—and now she seeks solace in a bad habit, it’s the only time you seem to care about her…

warnings: slight!nsfw, angst, drinking, suggestive/sexual themes (dom!manon), toxic!reader, down-bad!manon

Manon sat at the bar, nursing a glass of bourbon, the amber liquid swirling in her glass as if it could somehow calm the storm raging inside her. She was no stranger to the bar scene, being a big party animal prior to her dream academy days. The bar was dim, barely lit by a few low-hanging lamps, and the low hum of the crowd faded into the background. But all she could hear was the deafening silence in her mind, punctuated by memories she wished she could erase.

She reached for her drink, letting the scratch of alcohol burn its way down her throat and spread through her chest.

It was the only thing that helped—at least for a little while. The warmth that filled her didn’t erase the ache, but it dulled it, enough that she could pretend for a second that things could be different. Nor did the alcohol fill the growing void that seemed to deepen every-time she was ushered out of Y/N’s room late at night. But when she was drowning in alcohol, she wasn’t drowning in the overbearing waters of Y/N L/N.

Katseye was not complete without their centre.

Manon may have been known for her visuals, her undeniable beauty and her irresistible stage presence, but Y/N was the ultimate centre of the group.

Her voice paired Sophia’s well, hitting notes normal humans could only dream of. She made a very visually appealing pair with Daniela, and absolutely aced tiktok dances with Megan. Every fan who had discovered Kasteye fell in love with her, one way or another. Manon was no exception.

Y/N, the one who made her heart beat faster with just a glance, the one whose voice, when it blended with hers during their band's performances, could bring her to tears. Y/N, who had always been just a little bit out of reach.

It was silly, really, to hope that something might come of it.

She remembered the first time they had spent any real time together, alone. They had just moved in and the girls decided on a movie night to break the couch in. When everybody else had retired to their rooms at around one, Manon and Y/N were the only ones left. Y/N wanted to call her parents, to tell them she was well and excited for what’s to come of her career and she didn’t want to keep Lara up with her talking. Manon was just giving Daniela the room to do the same, but she couldn’t help but stare up and away from her phone when Y/N would laugh softly at something her dad had said.

When Y/N bid her parents goodnight, there was a bit of an awkward pause before the two fell into a comfortable flow of casual coversation.

It was supposed to be nothing more than casual. But there was something about the way Y/N looked at her, a softness in her eyes that made Manon’s stomach twist. For a moment, she had believed—no, convinced herself—that Y/N felt the same way she had since they met on dream academy. That the lingering touches, the way she’d laugh a little too loudly when their hands brushed, the crazy eye contact meant something.

And for a while, it had felt like it did.

But that was before she let herself fall too deep into it.

She took another sip of her drink, grimacing at the burn. She should’ve known better. She should’ve seen it for what it was from the start—one of those fleeting moments where people connect, but it doesn’t go anywhere. Where someone gives you just enough to make you believe in a future, only to pull it away when it’s too late to walk away without getting hurt.

One night, just about the same as the first night they found themselves alone, Manon finally caved into the desperate desire gnawing away at her self-control.

They were sitting on the couch, Manon’s arm over the top of the cushions behind Y/N’s shoulders.

They put on this movie Y/N had been nagging Manon to watch with her. It was some stupid feature film Manon can’t even remember the name of. It didn’t matter, the whole time the movie played, the Ghanaian woman could not keep her eyes off the younger singer sitting inches away from her. And after thirty minutes of mustering up what little courage she had—which was unusual for a normally cocky and confident Manon—and slid just a little closer to Y/N.

The younger hadn’t seemed to notice, too entrapped in the movie to feel Manon’s warmth close in on her body.

Manon bit her lip, her eyes darting between the way Y/N’s lashes fluttered with each blink, the way her lips were slightly pursed in anticipation for what the film had in store next.

Manon could hear it, her heart drumming against her chest, as blood pumped frantically to the tips of her ears. When Y/N had suddenly grabbed her thigh in shock at a certain jumpscare on the screen, Manon’s breath hitched. The younger laughed it off, apologizing for the sudden outburst.

But, Manon just grabbed the hand that had retreated.

Instead, the arm that was once resting behind Y/N on the couch swung down to circle around the younger’s waist, lifting her lightly off the cushions to be positioned under Manon.

When Manon was overcome by the urgency in her, she leant in to take Y/N’s lips with her own. She did not push her away, she did not stop her, instead, she moaned against the older woman’s mouth, silenced by another caress of her tongue. Manon pleaded for her to stay quiet, so none of the other girls would be awoken by their activity. Y/N only nodded, seeing stars as her teeth sunk into her hand, the other pushing the Ghanaian’s woman deeper in between her legs.

It was a night that changed her life forever.

Weeks after that night, Y/N found herself craving Manon’s lips pressing burning kisses on her body again. But she promised herself at the very beginning—the day Katseye was born—that she would always put her career first. She didn’t think she’d have to worry about relationships with the dating ban in place. She was too busy to go meet new people anyway, and it was all going good until that night.

Still, she would eventually give in to her desires.

It started off with a simple “Hey, you still up?” text, which would then turn into Manon sneaking into Y/N’s room when Lara would be off spending a late night at the studio.

It was so blissful, the feeling of Manon tasting every inch of skin Y/N had to offer. And Manon would make sure to savour the sweet, sweet tingle of Y/N struggling to keep herself from screaming her name for the entire dorm to hear. Because she knew once she’d come down from her high, the work-obsessed, heartless Y/N would come back.

Manon could still remember that night—all too vividly—the night it all fell apart.

They had been rehearsing in the studio, the girls working through a new song they hear going to record. Y/N had been unusually quiet that day, which, in itself, was strange. Y/N was always the one who would lead the girls in song, who would bridge the gap between a simple song and a work of art. when the tension started to rise. But that day, something was different. Manon felt an unease that settled in her chest.

She had caught Y/N’s eye across the room, offering a smile. But instead of the usual warmth in return, Y/N had looked away almost immediately.

It was no different to the way Y/N would usually respond to her, but the younger woman’s reserved attitude with the others raised all kinds of red flags. It wasn’t anything concrete. But that night, when she would come up to cuddle after cleaning her lips of any remnants of Y/N, the younger would almost inch away with regret. When Manon tried to brush it off and pull the woman closer, to breathe in the faint lavender aroma from her hair, her beautiful voice uttered the nastiest words.

“Lara’s on her way home. Get out.”

That was the exact moment it really sank in for Manon—Y/N wasn’t in love with her the way she was. They were never going to be more than what they were. They were bandmates, colleagues, friends was pushing it, outside that room. Nothing more. And yet, here she was under this woman’s sheets again, clinging to the fantasy, as though it would be enough.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor pulled Manon out of her thoughts. She looked up, blinking away the haze of alcohol. Y/N was standing there, those piercing eyes staring her down. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze softening with an unreadable expression.

“Manon,” Y/N said quietly, walking over to her. Her voice was like a taunt, a cruel reminder of everything she wanted but could never have.

Manon took another drink, not wanting to look up. She wasn’t sure if she could face her—she’d give in again.

“Manon, this is the third time this week,” she said, her voice thick, “The girls are getting worried about you.”

Y/N slid into the space between Manon’s bar stool and the one beside her, her warm breath brushing the Ghanaian woman’s cheek. She waved the bartender over, quickly asking for Manon’s tab before turning to focus on the latter. Her hands rose to brush Manon’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Manon’s chest hurt, she felt like throwing up.

“Just leave me alone,” she sniffed, “I can spend my night off however I like. I’m fine.”

Y/N didn’t want to push her, biting her lip. It was a nervous habit Manon pointed out multiple times, she had done a good job keeping her anxiety in check, but she was really beginning to worry about her. She was just there, existing in the same space, and Manon wanted to believe that was enough.

But it wasn’t. It never was.

Y/N tilted her head, her gaze softening as she studied her.

The bags under Manon’s eyes darkened, her eyes hooded and her lips glossy from a thick coat of liquor. Her shoulders were slumped and she laid across the bar surface.

She was completely wasted.

“You’re not fine. You need to stop drinking.”

Manon’s breath hitched, and—in a sort of protest—she took another long swig of her bourbon, her hand trembling slightly. “I’m just… I’m just tired, okay?”

Y/N sighed, swallowing thickly. She reached out slowly, careful not to move too quick before Manon flinched away. Her fingers grabbed the glass, fingertips gently brushing Manon’s hand as she slowly pulled it away from her grasp. She set it away on the bar, quickly motioning for the bartender to pick it up.

“Come on,” Y/N urged, a hand travelling down the small of Manon’s back, “Let’s go home, Meret. Please?”

Her first name. The only person she allowed to call her by name besides her parents. She absolutely loathed how smoothly it rolled off her tongue, like an enticing purr. It was much more rewarding, hearing it sung from her throat when she was writhing beneath her in bed, but now, it was just another crude reminder Manon wanted gone.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” she whispered, not looking at Y/N. “Why do you keep… pulling me back.”

There was a long pause, the kind of silence that felt like an eternity. Then, Y/N’s hand found hers, gently, as though afraid she might pull away.

“Please,” Y/N said softly. “Not tonight.”

Manon’s breath caught. She felt the rush of emotions she had tried to bury, rising to the surface. But she couldn’t let them take over—not here, not now. Not when it felt like everything was slipping through her fingers.

“Y/N,” she whispered, the words barely a breath. “I love you so much. I need you. Without you, it’s like I don’t know how to breathe… like I don’t know how to live.”

Y/N shook her head. “Stop, please,” she whispered. “I know you’re going through it, but you can’t drink yourself to death.”

“Why not? What’re you gonna do, start acting like you care about me?” Manon’s tears fell freely now, her body shaking with the weight of everything she had tried to keep inside. “Is that what it’ll take for you to love me? For me to die?”

“I do love you. I’m here right now because I love you. And if you truly loved me, you wouldn’t be sitting here while I stay up at night worrying about where you could possibly be.” Y/N shook her head, her own eyes welling with tears, “I had to promise Sophia tonight I’d bring you home. Y’know, the girls are really concerned about you. They’re trying to talk to you, they’re trying to understand you, but you’re pushing them all away.”

“I don’t care about them, I just… I just want you to want me.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, suffocating her. She stepped closer, but the space between them felt impossibly vast, like there was a whole world separating them, and Y/N was afraid she might never be able to overcome it.

"I—" she started, then stopped. She wanted to say the right thing, the thing that would make everything okay.

Manon stood abruptly, her chair scraping harshly against the floor, the sound of it echoing in the silence. "You don’t love me, Y/N. You never did and I don’t want to be such an idiot. I don’t want to keep coming back to you and your selfish ways.”

Y/N opened their mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Manon let out a bitter laugh, though it was shaky, almost hysterical. "Every time, I kept waiting, kept thinking maybe you’d see me, maybe you'd love me the way I love you. But you never do. And I’m so stupid, Y/N. So fucking stupid."

Y/N’s heart was hammering in their chest, their hands trembling as they took a step toward Manon, reaching out as though to bridge the distance between them.

“Meret, I’m begging you. Let me take you home.”

How could she say no to her? To the love of her life?

Y/N reached out again, her hands still. She tucked a rogue braid behind Manon’s ear, taking her leaning into her hand as a “yes” to guiding her out the bar and into Y/N’s BMW outside.

The drive home, Manon had dozed off, her body sluggish in the passenger seat as Y/N glanced back and forth between the road and the woman. It wasn’t long before she pulled into the driveway of Katseye’s dorm. She carefully assisted Manon’s limp body through the door and up the stairs, careful to stay quiet as to not wake the other girls. She could see Sophia standing in her doorway, giving her a nod before retiring to her room for the night.

When Manon was tucked into bed, her clothes stripped of and changed into her pjs, Y/N carefully tiptoed her way into Manon and Daniela’s bathroom, grabbing cotton pads and makeup remover to clean the smudged mascara from the Ghanaian woman’s features.

Y/N made sure the older woman was nestled under her blankets comfortably, brushing her hair from her face as she sat bedside and stared.

Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, Y/N left the room.

Maybe just for another night, Manon’s receiving the affection she craved. Whether she was aware of it or not.

[rosiehrs]

TWO STEPS BEHIND ✧ sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤻ in which sophia laforteza, praised for her all-round skills and leadership, is tasked with guiding the new trainee to catch up with the others. but as y/n l/n struggles to keep up, sophia can't help but see the girl as a burden holding her back from her own success – and with each misstep, her resentment grows.

CONTENTS ⤻ smau, set before dream academy, wlw, enemies to lovers (?), angst, crack, fluff, one-sided hate, sophia is a perfectionist, yn likes messing around

WARNINGS ⤻ strong language, dark jokes, suggestive themes, will add more!

FEATURING ⤻ katseye, trainees from dream academy (mainly marquise, emily and adéla), staff from popstar academy, keeho (p1harmony), le sserafim, more to come!

STATUS ⤻ planning NOTES – this will be very out of character for some idols in this smau, but it's fiction! please remember that! this is also based off of their time on dream academy and i switched some things around, so it's not accurate. i also mention manon's behaviour in the show, so plz do not hurt me bcs its all for shits and giggles and i <3 manon. enjoy! also this is the weirdest header ive made i APOLOGISE, i js got excited.

divider by @ anitalenia

PROFILES # rizing stars | gng4lyf CHAPTERS

01. jet lagged

02. soul healing

03. assigned

04. daily reminder

05. miracle worker

06. first eval

07. take over

08. smoke grass

9. they might sell

10. make out

11. moving out

12. moving in

13. cutest girl ever

14. kang hyewon

TAGLIST CLOSED! @ssamlovr @sunshinez4 @fruityg0rl @meganskiendielsbtc @falling-intoo-deep @arihiu @nyssalvr @1luvkarina @ssryv @vrtualstar @hazel-tanthamore22 @lafortezalover @yeetaberry127 @leeseulss @saysirhc @gtfoiydlyj @bbanghanni @c-yerim @chaesitonmyface @en-chantedtomeetyou @jellaaa @artrizzler19 @soobnotfound @yukianism @perfectsunlight @meizinisnumberone @linnnsworld @thepurin @goofymickeyr @kristalag @cassiespoiler @blushmimi @meiphobic @taikabui @cceanvvaves

[lascvitae]

⌗ . ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝ flip a switch .ᐟ ೀ

synopsis. with a new focus on her growing modeling career & new boyfriend, nothing could distract it girl kim jennie’s little sister kim y/n. except for maybe dating rumors involving her boyfriend. and her ex.

pairing(s). ex!karina x jennie’s younger sister!reader x hwang hyunjin

genre. smau, rom-com, drama, fluff, angst.

warnings. lowkey enemies to lovers, profanity, cheating, toxic & manipulative relationships, suggestive themes, friendly bullying, use of aave, ignore the timestamps on tweets. (more to be added)

feat. manon of katseye, lily of nmixx, taehyun of txt, ricky of zb1, ryujin of itzy, hyunjin of stray kids, jennie of blackpink & all of aespa (+ more!)

status. on-going.

PROFILES.

kwangya kids | underpaid interns | xtras

CHAPTERS.

000. prologue

001. SHE HAS HER AIRPODS IN

002. losing the idgaf war

taglist (open) — @saysirhc @1luvkarina @tzuyusdoughnut @kiazell @dirtydemigod16 @ourlovesarang @yeetaberry127 @ynjnscatt @hyunboo @minaripenguu @sunshinez4 @hyukaswife @yoontoonwhs @meganskiendielsbtc @llotvkmj @ryujinsdimple @gtfoiydlyj @va1entinaa @arihiu @p1hbrook @fruityg0rl @kaosuni @nwjnsloona

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 LOVE SONG (youtube series)sophia laforteza x reader

💌★ ͘ ⴰ ever since dream academy the general public took notice of the tension between sophia and yn and not the good kind, it was obvious the two weren’t the biggest fans of each other and even more obvious when people watched pop star academy, so it leaves people wondering how they went from not even hiding their dislike for each other to being the most shipped in the group?

a series that shows youtube videos made by the very eyekon that made yn and sophia the ship they are today.

PARING — sophia laforteza x 7th member!reader

★ ͘ ⴰ genre + warnings : smau, various youtube videos, fluff, slight angst

last | masterlist | next

★ ͘ ⴰ VIDEO#1 yn and sophia being the ultimate enemies to lovers 80k views

— BEFORE DEBUT

➩ INTRO… 📼(when almost everyone in dream academy had sophia in their lineup… and then there’s yn)

yn tilted her head in thought, tapping her fingers against her chin as if solving a world shattering puzzle. “okay, definitely lara,” she began confidently, nodding as if solidifying her decision. “then daniela... megan... lexie…” she paused, a sheepish laugh escaping her lips. “wait, am I just naming all the powerhouses right now?” (the audacity bffr yn.)

“nayoung, for sure… uh…” she trailed off, her brow furrowing before she suddenly snapped her fingers, her face lighting up. “oh! and manon. my girl, obviously.”

➩ INTRO… 2 📼(the infamous “maybe you’re just early every time”)

sophia and yn are standing side by side during practice, reviewing choreography. Sophia’s expression is calm but clearly exasperated. “yn, you’re late on the turn every time,” she says, her voice cutting but controlled.

yn nodded her head and turned around to get back in position before muttering “maybe you’re just early every time,” as quietly as possible but camera still picked up on it.

➩ INTRO… 3 📼(yn leaving sophia on read)

[screenshot of a group chat shared during a pop star academy episode ]

lara: hey guys, can we finalize vocals by tonight?

yn: yup!

sophia: sure, I just sent the arrangement notes to yn. yn let me know if it works.

lara: yn?

➩ INTRO… 3 📼(when they both showed up late…)

everyone was warming up when sophia walked in first, looking frazzled. moments later, yn strolled in casually, earning a sharp glare from Sophia.

“you’re late,” sophia pointed out.

“so are you,” yn countered, raising an eyebrow.

— AFTER DEBUT

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼 (sophia and yn during rehearsal 🤭)

the camera zooms in as the members are stretching and warming up for their upcoming choreography session.

in the background, yn and sophia are standing close by, both practicing their formations.

yn reaches up to adjust her hair, and in that moment, her hand brushes against sophia’s. at first, sophia pulls back sharply, her gaze flicking towards yn with a flicker of surprise. but yn doesn’t make a big deal of it, instead casually continuing to adjust her position.

sophia hesitates for a moment, then subtly places her hand back on yn’s lower back to guide her into position.

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼 (when sophia looked for yn after their first show)

the clip cuts to backstage where the members are all celebrating their first successful performance. Sophia walks past the members of the group, clearly scanning the area.

“has anyone seen yn?” she asks, her tone just a little softer than usual.

lara and daniela exchange a glance before lara shrugs. “she was just with megan, I think. why?”

sophia shrugs before she walks off in the direction they pointed. the camera follows her for a moment, and as she turns the corner, she finds yn sitting quietly, already taking off her stage makeup.

“hey,” Sophia says, her voice softer now. yn looks up, surprised but not annoyed.

“you okay?” Sophia asks again, sitting down beside her.

yn nods slowly, her eyes meeting sophia’s “yeah I’m just tired.” she mumbled before looking at the camera, “I can’t wait to nap in the car.” she says to it.

sophia watches her for a moment, “okay well, hurry up so you can sleep.”

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼 (when yn got sophia extremely flustered)

the camera stilled on katseye as the girls stood together at a festival, watching the performance unfolding in front of them. the energy was electric, but yn’s attention shifted slightly to sophia, who was sitting beside her, intently watching the stage.

yn leaned in, her lips dangerously close to sophia ear as she whispered something. sophia barely registered at first, distracted by the booming music around them. she turned her head slightly, her face now directly in line with yn’s, and was startled at how close yn’s face had gotten.

sophia flinched back, her cheeks instantly flushing, and covered her face with her hand, the camera couldn’t pick up on what sophia was saying but they could tell she definitely said something along the lines of “what the hell, yn?” 

yn, laughing softly, leaned her head onto sophia’s shoulder, her cheek brushing against it as she continued to chuckle at the flustered girl beside her.

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼 (no words just this moment)

after a performance, the girls were walking out of the venue, chatting and laughing as they made their way to the van. sophia casually draped her arm around yn’s shoulder, she looked at yn and whispered something.

before yn could respond, megan suddenly pulled her away, waving enthusiastically at a fan and dragged her towards the van.

💌★ ͘ ⴰ TAGLIST @jaythegirlkisser @gtfoiydlyj @goofymickeyr @mandumandy @falling-intoo-deep @cassiespoiler @arihiu @fruityg0rl @sunshinez4 @kristalag

[shadowdaddies]

Hello hello pretty girly I hope you are drinking water and eating well

Feed me and my exhausted workaholic ass some possessive angsty manon x reader to help me sleep (whenever you can pretty girl)

(Happy ending)

hey my love, for you ofc 💜 I hope your week gets better and you get some good rest

Balance

Manon x Reader angst → fluff

Rubbing your sweaty palms against your leathers did nothing to soothe the stress as you looked out over the room of witches from where you stood on the dais. It was your first time accompanying Manon to address her new kingdom as Crochan Queen, as you were overwhelmed to say the least. 

Exhausted from your own work, all you wanted was time alone with Manon - to hold her and find comfort in her presence - but this meeting was important, and you knew it was important to her to have you by her side. Eyes everywhere tracked your fidgeting movements, so in an effort to seek your own calm and appear more collected, you reached for Manon’s hand, moving to curl into her side for support. 

Eyes widened in the crowd as they observed your arm wrapped around Manon, who quickly sidestepped you, pulling your arm away from her side, causing more whispers to break out amongst the crowd. You tried your best to mask your hurt, but tears threatened as you clenched your fists, nails digging into the skin of your palms. You zoned out for the rest of Manon’s speech, unable to focus on anything except escaping to a room by yourself where you could finally relax without constant scrutiny.

As soon as the meeting adjourned, you shoved your way through the crowd as subtly as you could manage, practically running up to your room where you could finally let out your emotions. You swung the door hard as you fell to your knees and sobbed, but the slamming sound of the heavy wood closing never came. You looked up to see Manon, who had caught the door before it closed. She looked down at you with an indiscernible expression as she softly closed and locked the door behind her.

Refusing to look at her, you moved to sit up on the bed as you folded into yourself, hiding your tear-stained face against your knees. You could see the shadows of Manon’s boots as she paced back and forth in front of you, clearly at a loss for words herself. Finally, she stopped and stood in front of you with her arms crossed over her chest. “What was that? Back there - you must know how weak that makes me look when you curl up to me like that. Many witches see that as a sign of weakness. You brought my authority into question.”

Anger filled your veins as you slowly raised your head, the look in your eye causing Manon to draw back slightly. “I’m a sign of weakness for you? Manon, I was weak and I needed you to help me be strong. I sacrificed the rest that I needed to be there to support you, and I can’t get the same from you because your image matters more than my well-being.” You stared at her for a long moment before taking a deep breath. “I think maybe we’re too different.”

Manon’s face entirely softened at your words, and for the first time in your life, she cried. Not just a few tears - Manon fell to the floor in front of you, and wept. You stared, frozen in shock as Manon looked up at you with a heart-wrenching expression. She lifted her hands to reach for yours before halting, nervously folding them in her lap as she looked up to you, biting her lip. She wiped away her tears, and took a long breath. “I needed you up there with me - I want everyone to know how proud I am that you are mine. You mean so much to me because we’re different. You are the perfect balance for me - a light in my life that I didn’t know I was missing before. Your kind heart and sensitivity is what I love most about you.” 

Your eyes widened, entire body stiffening at those words. You had never said ‘I love you’ to each other before. Manon noticed your shock, and simply nodded, a soft smile on her lips. “I love you. I mean that. I think I have loved you since the day I met you. You are everything to me - you help me be the person I want to be. I want to work with you, to learn how to be there for you. You are more important to me than my role as Queen, and I should have understood why you needed me in that moment. I shouldn’t have let their expectations of me control my actions - I want everyone to know you are mine, because I am proud to be yours.”

You sniffled, bringing a hand to cup Manon’s cheek. “I’m sorry that I didn’t communicate what I was feeling. I wasn’t thinking about how my public affection would be perceived.” You sighed, stroking your thumb along Manon’s cheek as she brought her hand up to yours. “It might be hard, but we can find a way to be there for each other how we both need, because I love you too, Manon.”

At those last words, Manon smiled brightly as she jumped up, hands weaving in your hair as she laid you back on the bed. You giggled, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her closer to you for a kiss, the two of you whispering “I love you”s back and forth for the rest of the evening, enchanted by the feeling of being with your person.

[kisshae]

i hate fruits ──── ★ ⠀ YU JIMIN !

PREC𝒾S , loving karina feels like biting into the ripest, most forbidden fruit—deliciously sweet yet laced with danger. every glance, every touch is a temptation that lures you deeper.

🕸️ —PAR𝒾NGS , best friend!karina x lovesick!fem reader ft mark (nct), intak (p1h), manon (katseye) ★ genre , wlw friends to ??? angst uni au wc 3.2k warning(s) kissing arguments??? reader is down BAD for karina

? - now playing california, beabadoobee

"I hate fruits," you mutter under your breath, staring at the apple in your hand. the skin is shiny, almost too perfect, just like karina's smile. you know you shouldn't want it, shouldn't be this obsessed, but here you are, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

she's standing there, laughing, the carefree joy radiating from her like sunlight.

for a second, everything feels normal. but you know better. it can't be. it never will be. every laugh, every glance she sends your way—each one is a temptation you can't resist. you wish you could just walk away, cut this twisted obsession out of your life before it eats you alive.

but instead, you stay, glued to her every movement, slightly begging for the next moment to drag you deeper into this pit of sweetness.

you take a bite of the apple. it's too sweet. too perfect. like karina. and just as poisonous. you don't know why you keep doing this to yourself, why you keep letting her in.

every bite makes you want more, but you know you'll regret it the moment you finish.

you can't tell her. you can't even tell yourself the truth. that you're in too deep. that you love her in a way that's wrong, twisted even. but there's something inside you that wants it—needs it.

you wish you could hate her, even for a moment, just to break free of this suffocating feeling. but how could you? everything about her is so... perfect?

it's not like you haven't tried to ignore it—her. the crush. the obsession. the way your heart races everytime she's near. but impossible. you can't escape her, not when she's in every class, sitting just a few seats away, laughing with that same carefree smile that makes you want to scream and kiss her all at once.

you tell yourself it's fine. it's just a phase. you're best friends. that's but every time she looks at you, you swear you see something deeper in her eyes, something more.

it's like she knows. like she can see straight through you, into the mess of tangled feelings you can't make sense of. and she doesn't say a word.

but that's the problem. she doesn't need to. her silence is just as loud as her laugh. and every second you spend with her, every moment where your fingers accidentally brush, it feels you're unraveling.

"are you coming to the party tonight?" karina's voice breaks through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present.

you nod, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, even though your insides are a storm.

"yeah, i'll be there." your voice is steadier than you feel. maybe too steady. "good," she says, glancing at you with that smile that makes your chest tighten. "I'm glad. it wouldn't be the same without you."

a flutter of something—hope, maybe—spreads through you, and you bite back a nervous laugh. "I'm not that important."

karina raises an eyebrow, her expression softening just a little. "you're not important? I don't know about that. you're always there when I need you."

you swallow, your throat suddenly dry. her words are innocent enough, but it feels like a knife twisting inside you. every word she says to you, every compliment, makes this crush harder to bury.

"i'll see you there," you manage, the words tasting like a promise you know you can't keep.

as karina walks away, you can't help but watch her go, the ache deep in your chest growing stronger with every step she takes. you want to shout it all out—to confess, to scream, to finally stop pretending. but instead, you stand there, watching her disappear into the crowd, and tell yourself that you can still walk away. that you can still hate this.

but the truth is, you can't.

the party is loud, the air thick with laughter and music, but none of it matters. you're here, but your mind is elsewhere. you keep scanning the room, trying to focus on anything but karina.

your friends, intak and manon, are talking to you, trying to pull you into the conversation, but your attention keeps slipping.

they don't see it.

they don't see that every word, every smile feels hollow when karina isn't in your line of sight. you force a laugh here and there, nodding along, pretending to care. but it's hard to concentrate when karina's across the room, talking to mark.

there she is, laughing, her blonde hair catching the light, flipping it over her shoulder as if she doesn't realize how perfectly she shines.

you feel a sudden tightness in your chest, a sour jealousy stirring deep within you. it's ridiculous. you shouldn't feel this way. you shouldn't care. but every time you see her smiling with someone else, every time someone else gets to share her attention, it's like a knife twisting in your gut.

mark's leaning in a little too close, and the way he speaks to her—soft, casual, like they've known each other forever. you want to scream, to run over and pull her away, but you just stay frozen, watching, feeling sick as you try to ignore the jealousy gnawing at you.

"hey, you okay?" intak's voice pulls you back into reality. you glance over at him, forcing a smile, but it's tight.

"yeah, i'm fine." your voice comes out a little flatter than you intended, and manon raises a brow, but she doesn't say anything. she just gives you a concerned look before turning back to the crowd.

you try to focus on them, but your gaze just keeps darting back to karina and mark.

watching as mark leans in just a little more, his hands resting on her shoulder, and it takes everything in you to not turn away. you can't stand it.

you hate how they're laughing together, how easily he's standing close to her, the way she seems so comfortable.

but you can't stop staring.

"are you sure you're okay?" intak asks again, his voice laced with concern. but he doesn't know. he can't know what it feels like to watch karina be so effortlessly close to someone else.

you just nod, forcing a smile again. "yeah, i'm good. just.. tired."

and you pray they won't notice how your gaze keeps drifting back to her, how the pit in your stomach grows deeper with every passing second. you try to shake it off, pretending to be present in the conversation with intak and manon. but it's impossible.

the room feels suffocating, your thoughts drifting back to karina and mark every few seconds. you need a break.

"i'm just gonna grab another drink," you mutter, already turning towards the kitchen. you don't wait for a reply, the words hanging in the air behind you as you make your way through the crowd.

you move quickly, pushing past people, desperate for something to occupy your mind, even if it's just the simple act of refilling your cup. the kitchen is quieter, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

you find the liquor and start pouring, the sound of the liquid hitting your glass oddly calming for a moment.

but then you hear the soft click of footsteps behind you, and you freeze. it's manon. you can tell by the way she moves that she's not buying the act.

"you're not fooling anyone," she says quietly, leaning against the counter next to you, arms crossed.

you don't look at her, focusing on the drink in your hand. "I'm fine," you mutter, but the words feel weak even to you. manon doesn't respond right away, just watches you, her eyes sharp.

"you're not fine. you're barely holding it together.' her voice is soft but firm, like she's seen through every wall you've built.

you bite your lip, but the words won't come. she's right. you can't keep pretending. the jealousy, the ache, the way you feel like you're drowning every time you see karina with someone else—it's all too much to handle. you feel like you're about to snap, and all you want is to hide, to escape this mess of emotions.

just as you open your mouth to say something, anything, the kitchen door swings open, and there she is.

karina.

she steps in, her blonde hair glowing under the light, and her eyes immediately find you. there's a slight frown on her lips, and she's moving towards you, her usual playful energy replaced by something more possessive.

"what are you two doing here?" karina asks, her voice a little too sharp, a little too curious. she looks at manon, then back at you, and before you can answer, she steps closer. "i've been looking for you."

manon raises her brows, but doesn’t say anything, stepping back and giving you both some space.

karina doesn’t wait for an invitation—she slips her arm around your waist, pulling you gently toward her. It’s sudden and clingy, almost desperate, and the shift catches you off guard.

her fingers lightly grip your sides as she leans into you, her body close in a way that makes your breath catch. “let’s go somewhere else,” she murmurs, her voice softer now, her face just inches from yours.

there’s a possessiveness in her touch, like she’s marking her territory, and you don’t know wether to pull away or pull her closer.

“karina…” you say, the words barely coming out, your heart racing faster.

she doesn’t let go. instead, she tugs you along the hallway, ignoring any protests you might have. “you’re not staying here. you’re with me tonight, okay?”

you glance over at manon over karina’s shoulder. she’s watching the two of you leave, her gaze unreadable.

karina doesn’t seem to notice, her focus solely on you, her hand still wrapped around your waist like she can’t bare to let you go.

you wonder if she feels it, too—the way the air between you shifts when she’s this close. you wonder if she knows how much you need her, how much you crave her touch. but you can’t ask her that. you can’t let her see how deep this is.

not yet.

karina doesn’t stop tugging you along until the cool air hits your face. the noise of the party fades as she pulls you onto the porch, the door clicking shut behind you.

for a moment, there’s silence.

just the two of you under the glow of string lights, the muffled bass of the music vibrating through the walls.

you try to steady your breathing, your heart still racing from the way she grabbed you, from how close she was just moments ago. but the look on her face stops you cold. she’s not smiling. she’s not laughing. there’s something sharp in her expression, something that cuts straight through you.

“what’s going on with you and manon?” she asks, her voice low but tinged with something you can’t quite place—anger? jealousy?

you blink at her, caught off guard. “what are you talking about?”

karina crosses her arms, her hair falling over her shoulder as she tilts her head, studying you like she’s waiting for you to confess to something. “you too looked… close. i didn’t like it.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out at first. finally, you manage, “manon’s my friend. what’s wrong with that?”

her jaw tightens, and she takes a step closer, her eyes locked on yours. “it’s not that. it’s the way she looks at you. like she wants something more.”

you let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. “that’s ridiculous. she doesn’t—“

“she does,” karina interrupts, her voice rising slightly. “and you just… you let her. you don’t see it, but I do.” your chest tightens, frustration bubbling to the surface.

“why do you care, karina? she’s my friend. you can’t just pull me away and act like this everytime i talk to someone.”

her lips part like she’s about to say something, but then she hesitates. her gaze flickers, and for a moment, she looks almost vulnerable. but then the mask slips back into place.

“because it’s not just ‘someone’,” she says, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “it’s her. and I don’t like it. I don’t like the way she looks at you, the way you let her be so close to you.”

your heart skips a beat, the weight of her words settling in your chest. you don’t know what to say. you don’t know what to feel.

“karina…” you start, but she shakes her head, cutting you off.

“i’m your best friend,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “i’m supposed to be the one who… who knows you best, who’s there for you. not her.”

the air between you feels heavy, charged with something unspoken. you want to ask her why she’s really upset, why she’s acting like this. but you’re afraid of the answer. afraid of what this might mean for both of you.

instead, you take a step back, needing to breathe, to think.

“you don’t get to decide who i’m friends with, karina.” you say quietly, your voice firm despite the storm raging inside you.

her eyes widen slightly, and for a second, you think she might argue. but she doesn’t. she just stares at you, her expression unreadable, before finally looking away.

the silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating, until she finally whispers, “i just don’t want to lose you.”

the words hang in the air, and you don’t know how to respond.

because the truth is, you’re already lost. lost in her. and she doesn’t even realize it.

you step forward, closing the gap between the two of you, your breath hitching as you take her in. the glow of the porch lights casts soft shadows over karina’s face, highlighting the blush that blooms across her cheeks and nose from the chill.

her lips are slightly parted, her breath visible in the frosty air.

your hands move before you can stop them, gently cupping her face. her skin is cool under your palms, but it sends a warmth through you that you can’t explain.

karina doesn’t pull away—she just blinks up at you, her eyes wide and searching, like she’s trying to understand what’s happening.

you let your gaze roam, tracing every detail you’ve memorized a thousand times but can never get enough of. the curve of her jaw, the way her lashes flutter uncertainly, and then—her lips. they are slick with gloss, glistening faintly in the dim light, and you can’t stop yourself from staring.

the faint scent of cherries reaches you, sweet and enticing, it’s like everything else fades away.

your heart races as your eyes meet hers again, and for a split second, you hesitate. but the longing, the ache, is too much to hold back. you lean in, closing the distance, and then your lips are on hers.

it’s soft at first, tentative.

her lips taste just like cherries—sickly sweet yet intoxicating, sending a rush through your veins that’a equal part bliss and madness.

it’s overwhelming, dizzying, like taking a bite of forbidden fruit you can’t resist, no matter how dangerous it feels.

for a moment, karina freezes, but then you feel it—her kissing you back.

her hands flutter uncertainly before finding their place, one gripping your arm, the other resting lightly on your hip, as if she’s trying to ground herself in the moment. the kiss deepens, and it’s everything you’ve held back is pouring out all at once.

for a moment, it feels perfect.

her lips moving softly against yours, hesitant but searching, and the way her hands hold onto you makes your chest ache with something too big to name.

your pour everything into the kiss—all the longing, all the frustration, every stolen glance and unspoken words.

but then it changes.

her grip on you tightens, but not in the way you expect. she tenses, pulling back slightly, and before you could fully register what’s happening, her hands push against your chest—firm, almost frantic.

you stumble back a step, your heart dropping as she stares at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. “what the hell am I doing?” karina whispers, almost like she’s asking herself.

her lips are still flushed, her breath coming fast, but there’s a distance in her gaze now, like she’s retreating somewhere you can’t follow.

“karina—“ you start, reaching out instinctively, but she jerks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as if to ward you off.

“no,” she cuts you off, her voice trembling. “this…this was a mistake.”

the words hit you like a slap, sharp and unforgiving, and all you can do is stand there, rooted to the spot.

“I shouldn’t have…” she shakes her head, her blonde hair catching the faint glow of the porch. “I don’t know what I was thinking. this can’t happen.”

her words sting, but it’s the look in her eyes that twists the the knife deeper—fear, confusion and something else you can’t quite name.

“karina, please, just listen—“

“I can’t!” she snaps, her voice breaking, and the crack in it makes your chest tighten. she takes a shaky step back, her hands trembling as she brushes hair out of her face. “I don’t know what this means, and I… I can’t deal with this right now.”

you watch helplessly as karina backs away, the distance between you growing with each step.

finally, she turns and rushes back into the house, the door slamming shut behind her. the muffled sound of the party seeps through the walls, but it feels like it's miles away.

you stand there in the cold, the taste of cherries still lingering on your lips—a sweetness that now feels unbearable. the air feels heavier, colder, and you sink onto the porch steps, burying your face in your hands.

the porch feels colder without her, the air biting against your skin as you sit there, staring blankly at the ground.

the noise of the party is a distance hum, muffled and meaningless. all you can focus on is the lingering feel of her lips, the warmth of her hands, and the way it shattered in an instant. you trace your thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly, tasting the faint sweetness that still clings there.

cherries. so sweet it hurts. so intoxicating you can't breathe.

you lean back against the railing, closing your eyes against the ache building in your chest. "I hate fruits," you murmur, your voice a hollow echo of the chaos inside of you.

the sweetness, the temptation, the inevitability of being consumed—it's all too much. but the worst part isn't that you kissed her. it's not even that she pulled away.

the worst part is that, for a fleeting moment, she kissed you back.

because now you know. you know there's something there, something real and terrifying, and you can't take it back.

the door opens behind you, the noise of the party spilling out again for just a second before it clicks shut. you don't bother looking up. it's not her. you'd know if it were her.

instead, you sit there in the quiet, letting the cold seep into your bones, wondering if you've just lost the one person you can't live without.

and somewhere in the back of your mind, a thought blooms, sharp and persistent: 'i don't hate fruits. I hate myself for loving them.'

[snoopyiz]

‘ everyone adores you (at least I do) ’ feat. manon bannerman

WEVERSE DM SAYS .. ᝰ.ᐟ When you finally got released after your military service and got your phone back from your sergeant, you opened to twitter to see seventy thousand new followers. Searching for the reasoning of the newfound fame, you come across Manon from Katseye, who apparently pleaded with her fans to ask you to post more.

SUBSCRIPTION .. ᝰ.ᐟ manon bannerman x military!reader (featuring. katseye, hueningkai & choi soobin from txt and ha soo-young (yves))

PAYOUT OPTIONS .. ᝰ.ᐟ strangers to lovers, manon is still in katseye, swearing, kms/kys jokes, fluff, angst, intended lowercase (most of the time), and written. yn's face claim is akira akbar!!! (only for visualization, majority of pictures are faceless)

TAGLIST .. ᝰ.ᐟ @sunshinez4 @magixpracticality @ninguitar @wtfisthisnoclueman @yeetaberry127 @kristalag @modanisgf @haerinkisser @zindoriyo @x1harmony @peanutbutterlover05 @haruatalk @meganskiendielsbtc @xochitlisbest @gtfoiydlyj @reey0w @sirenontheloose @f-ck-this-shit-and-this-life @fillthwvoid @gornoi @chicopichu @saysirhc (send an ask or comment to be added !)

❝ when I say, ‘everybody’ I’m actually referring to me. ❞

PROFILES ₊˚ෆ : futchseye 🤓🤓 | idols! and yn..!

00. kwangyaking96

01. YES GAWD IM FREE

02. who tf manon

03. wow #homosexuality

04. ? ? ?

05. ? ? ?

06. ? ? ?

07. ? ? ?

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+ more 2 come !!

[throneofsapphics]

Manon x reader x Asterin (angst) please 🤸‍♀️

think for yourself.

(part two)

Manon x Reader x Asterin 

Summary: “I don’t care how you feel about this.” The white haired witch said through gritted teeth, those gold eyes seeming to burn a brand into you. 

“When have you ever cared?” Your voice was quiet and you went against all common sense, turning your back to walk towards the kitchen area. “Leave.”

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: angst, slight injury, blood 

A/N: angst is my favorite thing to write. I'm so sorry. also not proofread very well

It was late at night, in the small cabin you lived in, a few miles from the nearest village, perfectly secluded. The safest way for you to live. When you made trips into town, they welcomed you with open arms - mostly because of the herbs and goods you would barter or sell, but you did have a few friends there. Nobody there knows exactly where you live, nor did you invite anyone over, and you always took different routes home, shaking any who tried to follow. Even if that meant you would double the amount of time it took you to get back. Paranoia is good. It’s kept you alive. However, any common sense seemed to fall away for two witches. Who’d thankfully captured your heart instead of tearing it out. 

-

I haven’t seen your kind for some time.” A smooth and cold voice purred from behind you. Rarely could anyone sneak up on you, not with the senses from your Fae heritage. You slowly turned to face them. To of them. Witches. One with white-blonde hair and a predatory look in her eyes stalked towards you, the other fell into step a pace behind her, matching each other in pace and stride. Instead of the urge to flee, a small voice told you to stay. So you did, with that immortal stillness. Fleeing would give them a chase, something they undoubtedly would enjoy. 

You didn’t flinch as iron nails snapped out, or as one dug under your chin, tilting your face upwards. You met the burnt-gold eyes with a defiant gaze. “I don’t remember them being quite so pretty,” the other commented, and you could hear the amusement but didn’t dare take your eyes off the witch in front of you. The nails snapped back, and the two walked away without another word. 

-

The cabin had one bedroom, a living and kitchen area, and an outhouse. A few hens cluck around outside, along with a particularly nasty rooster you caught Manon eyeing once in a while. Like it would be her next meal. 

You laid, stretched across the couch with your head in Asterin’s lap, her fingers running through your hair, and Manon sat not too far away, in a worn down but cozy red armchair you’d come to associate as hers. 

A tension filled the room, both of the witches seeming on edge, and you couldn’t figure out why. Finally, you sighed and sat up, ignoring Asterin’s huff of protest and angling yourself so you could easily see both of them. “What is it?” you asked. 

“We’re leaving.” Manon said bluntly, and Asterin winced. 

“When?” You replied, fighting the dread that crept inside you. The left frequently, but something about this felt different. Off. 

“One week.” 

Your heart dropped, eyes starting to burn slightly but Manon wouldn’t react to your tears, she never did. Asterin, on the other hand, would. To anyone else, except maybe the rest of the thirteen, she would seem just as unflinching, the perfect mask of stone obedience. But, the corners of her lips turned down ever so slightly. Guilt, you could sense her guilt. If they were telling you this early … 

You cleared your throat, “how long?” 

“We don’t know.” Asterin said softly. 

“Can I ask what you’ll be doing?” 

“You can always ask,” she teased, but it fell short. She and Manon exchanged a glance, and Asterin continued - to your surprise. “The King has been breeding Wyvern’s. He needs riders for his aerial cavalry.” 

The world froze around you. You felt fate tightening its strings, twisting around your heart. Ironteeth witches as aerial cavalry for the king's army. That same army who … but they didn’t know about that, or they never would’ve told you. 

“Are you going to say anything?” Manon snapped, your silence annoying her. She didn’t like being ignored. 

“Why?” You looked back and forth between the two of them. 

“When we are done, when we’ve served” Manon said the word with disgust, “him, we will keep the wyverns and reclaim the wastes.” 

The wastes. The homeland both of them had been dreaming of for longer than you were alive. But serving him? The King had already conquered Erilea, committed various genocides, banished magic, and had an entire continent under his thumb. What more is he planning to do? Manon, herself, would never make the choice to serve a king, to follow his orders, meaning it had to have come from her grandmother. The High Witch of the Blackbeak clan. You tried to swallow your anger, you really did, but the words came out before your filter could catch up. 

“Is this how you’re going to spend the rest of your life, following your grandmothers every order, whoring yourself out to that King?” Before you could blink, both were on their feet. Manon’s iron nails dug harshly into your skin, and you felt the warm slick of blood starting to drip down your neck as she dragged you to your feet. 

“I should kill you.” Manon snarled, cold fury in her eyes. You’d insulted her, hit right where it would hurt. Good. Asterin laid a hand on her cousin's shoulder, but her eyes were cold too. 

“Do it,” you snarled right back, “your never master would order you to anyway.” 

Asterin barely yanked Manon back in time, scratches that would scar left blood dripping down your neck. “Be careful what you say next,” she warned as Manon shook off her grip. Seconds ago, Manon may have killed you but you could tell she wouldn’t now. 

“I don’t care how you feel about this.” The white haired witch said through gritted teeth, those gold eyes seeming to burn a brand into you. 

“When have you ever cared?” Your voice was quiet and you went against all common sense, turning your back to walk towards the kitchen area. “Leave.” 

Two sets of footsteps left, the door creaked open and slammed shut, and hushed arguments sounded outside your door. Too quiet for you to hear. One set came back in as the heavy oak door creaked, but closed quietly this time. 

“She does care,” Asterin said softly, her arms wrapping around your waist to pull your back to her chest. Despite the anger still bubbling in you, you melted back into her, resting your head against her shoulder. “She’ll be back in a few days,” she murmured, not expecting a reply from you. 

She let you lay in her arms until late that night, content to enjoy each others embrace, as if she knew what would happen next. 

-

Manon stormed towards your cabin, intent on doing something. She wouldn’t apologize, but didn’t want to leave on those terms, with your words in her mind. Whoring yourself out. Your new master. If you were anyone else, you would’ve been dead before the second curse had been uttered. 

Asterin followed closely behind her. They knew something was off as soon as they arrived. It felt stale. The hens and that gods-damned rooster were nowhere to be seen. She slammed through the door and the place was empty. You hadn’t been there in a few days. A quick scan told her everything essential to you was gone.

She whirled on Asterin. “Did you know?” Her second shook her head, her emotions flooding through her eyes. 

A small note on the table. Manon’s stomach dropped seeing it. She didn’t want to, but she had to read it. Instinct told her the note was meant mostly for her, even without a name on it., 

I love you. If you ever loved, cared for, or respected me, you’ll leave me alone. I hope you learn to think for yourself one day. 

Discolored spots and splotched ink littered the page. You cried while writing it. Manon dropped it like it burned her, and stalked out the cabin without a look back. 

Asterin read it one. Twice. Three times, and memorized it before destroying it. She took one last look around, trying to memorize every detail, before letting out a long breath and following Manon. 

-

The battle was over, and Manon still felt empty. A gaping hole left in her soul. Twelve pieces of her were missing. But, footsteps sounded behind her, and she prepared to snarl at whoever might be disturbing her. She was surprised when Abraxos didn’t react beyond curiosity. Manon knew that scent. Intimately. She whirled around to see you. Alive. 

“So you did learn to think for yourself.” 

[csuzlipofa]

So it was a bet?

Daniela x fem!reader

You were surprised when the popular girl from school started talking to you, but everything makes sense now.

Warnings: -

Angst

Daniela Avanzini had always lived for the thrill of a challenge. Whether it was acing her exams, or effortlessly charming her way through any situation, she thrived on the attention and praise that came with being the golden girl of the school. Her closest friends—Sophia, Lara, Manon, Megan, and Yoonchae—were the only ones who truly knew her. Or at least, they thought they did.

It was during one of their usual Friday hangouts at Sophia’s house that the spark of her latest challenge was ignited.

“Alright, Dani,” Megan said with a smirk as she leaned back in her chair, twirling a soda can between her fingers. “You’re always going on about how no one can resist you. Prove it.”

Daniela raised an eyebrow. “Prove what?”

Lara chimed in, flipping through the yearbook on the coffee table. “Make someone fall for you. But not just anyone.”

The room grew quiet as they all leaned in, waiting for the reveal. Megan slid the yearbook across the table, stopping on a page where your quiet photo stared back.

You were a ghost in the halls, keeping to yourself, slipping by unnoticed. You weren’t like the other girls who clung to Daniela’s every word. You were distant, untouchable—a complete mystery.

“Her?” Daniela asked, blinking in surprise.

“Yeah,” Megan said, grinning. “Y/N. Bet you can’t crack that shell.”

“You have to make her fall for you,” Sophia added. “Dates, holding hands, the whole thing. And she can’t know it’s a game.”

Daniela hesitated, her cocky smile faltering for just a moment. Manon noticed and spoke up. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“I’ll do it,” Daniela said abruptly, her voice confident and unwavering. The thrill of the challenge was too much to resist, and deep down, she told herself it was harmless.

The next Monday, you were sitting at your usual spot in the back of the library. You were tucked away in the far corner, headphones in and sketching in your notebook. You liked the solitude, the quiet escape from the chaos of the school halls.

“Hey,” a voice interrupted.

You glanced up, startled, to see Daniela standing before you. Her brown eyes sparkled with an almost disarming warmth, and her smile could have stopped time.

“Hi,” you said cautiously, pulling out one earbud

“I’ve seen you around,” she said, pulling out a chair without waiting for permission. “What are you doing?” she asked with curiosity.

You hesitated, confused why she was talking to you. “Just sketching.”

“Cool,” she said casually. “I was wondering if you’d want to help me with English sometime. I could really use someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Her words left you stunned. Why would Daniela, the most popular girl in school, need your help? But her smile was so genuine, her presence so magnetic, that you found yourself nodding.

“Sure,” you said softly.

And that was how it began.

The first study session turned into a second, then a third. Daniela started showing up at your locker in the mornings, her charm never faltering. She’d tease you gently about your quiet nature, buy you coffee, and even invite you to sit with her friends at lunch—though you always declined.

For the first time, you felt seen. Her attention was intoxicating, her laughter infectious.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you asked one afternoon as the two of you walked home together.

Daniela shrugged, her smile playful. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re interesting.”

That answer left you both confused and flattered. You couldn’t deny the way your heart skipped when she was near, even if it scared you.

But Daniela wasn’t prepared for the way you’d worm your way into her heart. What started as a bet—a stupid, cruel game—began to feel like something else. She noticed the way your eyes lit up when you talked about things you were passionate about. She noticed how you chewed your lip when you were nervous, how your laugh was soft and genuine.

Her friends noticed the change, too.

“You’re getting too attached,” Lara warned one day during lunch.

“I’m fine,” Daniela snapped, though her stomach twisted.

“You’re falling for her, aren’t you?” Yoonchae asked softly.

Daniela didn’t answer. She didn’t know how to.

Everything fell apart one rainy afternoon.

You’d left your jacket behind in the cafeteria, and when you went back to retrieve it, you overheard voices.

“She’s totally in love with you now,” Megan said, laughing. “You’ve got this in the bag, Dani.”

“Yeah,” Lara added. “The quiet ones always fall the hardest.”

You froze, your heart pounding.

Daniela’s voice was quieter. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“So what? It’s fun watching this whole thing.” Megan said with a laugh.

Daniela stayed quiet.

You couldn’t listen anymore. Grabbing your jacket, you bolted from the cafeteria, they noticed you, the sound of their laughter echoing in your ears as you left.

Daniela found you the next day, sitting alone in the empty art room. Your shoulders were hunched, and you wouldn’t look at her when she walked in.

“Y/N,” she said softly.

“Don’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Please,” she begged, stepping closer. “Let me explain.”

“What’s there to explain?” you snapped, finally looking up. Tears brimmed in your eyes, and your voice was sharp with pain. “It was a bet. A joke. I was just some game to you.”

“It started that way,” Daniela admitted, her voice cracking. “But it’s not anymore. I swear, it’s not.”

“How can I believe you?” you demanded, standing up. “How can I trust anything you say?”

“Because I’ve changed,” she said desperately. “You changed me. I don’t care about the bet, or what anyone thinks. I just care about you.”

You shook your head, stepping back. “I can’t do this, Daniela. I can’t be your charity case or your guilt trip.”

“It’s not like that—”

“Then what is it?” you shouted, tears streaming down your face. “What am I to you?”

Daniela was silent, guilt began to eat her up.

“That’s what I thought,” you said bitterly before walking away, leaving her standing there alone.

The weeks that followed were agonizing for both of you. Daniela tried reaching out, but you ignored her calls and texts. At school, you avoided her gaze, even as she watched you with a pain she couldn’t hide.

She had broken something precious, and no amount of apologies could fix it.

And for you, trusting someone again felt impossible. The quiet that you once cherished now felt suffocating, filled with the echoes of what could have been.

[danikamariewrites]

Can you please do fem reader x injured Manon?

Iron Nails and Pale Skin

Manon x reader

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, angst

Vesta lead you down the hall to the infirmary. You could see the healers rushing in and out, their arms full of supplies to stop Manon’s bleeding. When one of them came out, her apron drenched in blood you picked up your pace passing Vesta.

In your hurry to get into the room you crashed into a healer. You didn’t bother apologizing as you pushed past to get to the giant clump at the far end. Manon was on that bed. You needed to see her with your own eyes.

When Vesta burst into your chamber fifteen minutes ago to tell you Manon was gravely injured you didn’t hear anything else she said. You just blindly ran out the door, your mind going blank and your body moving like you’d been possessed.

You couldn’t lose her. Life wouldn’t be worth living if Manon was gone.

Pushing through the clump of healers your eyes landed on Manon’s injuries. You were almost sick on the spot.

The pale skin of her stomach was shredded. You got flashbacks to when the Blackbeak matron did the same thing, but this time it was worse. There was almost no skin left. You had never seen her writhe in pain like this. Manon had never liked to show weakness.

You knelt next to her cot as the healers rushed around her trying to mend the skin. Grabbing one of her hands you squeezed until Manon squeezed back. There were tears flowing from your eyes quickly. Your face contorted in pain for your girlfriend.

“Manon please,” you whispered frantically, “please I need you.” The Witch Queen slightly turned her face towards you. Those burnt gold eyes full of pain. It broke your heart to see her like this. She was always the strong one.

Manon’s grip began to weaken on your hand and you started screaming. “Manon please!” You heard one of the healers say something behind you but you didn’t register what she said. All you heard was your pleading screams for Manon to stay with you.

Next thing you knew Asterin’s arms were lifting you up, pulling you away from Manon. You thrashed against her screaming for Asterin to let you go. You didn’t stop until she put you down in your chambers using all her strength to keep your arms pinned to your side.

You bared your teeth at Asterin, growling through your tears. “Let me go gods damn it!” “I can’t do that, y/n. We need to let the healers work.” You could see the pain in her face.

Your knees buckled as you let out a sob. Asterin caught you, bringing you to the floor carefully. You gripped her tunic as she let you cry on her. It felt like you were there for hours. You didn’t stop crying until your throat was raw.

You were lifeless in her arms. It was well past sundown when the head healer came to give you an update. Manon was stable. They managed to heal her but the scars were still healing.

You jumped up from the floor, rushing out the door again before Asterin could stop you.

When you entered the infirmary it was much calmer. Only a few healers and Manon cleaned and resting. You put your hand over your mouth holding back another cry.

You sit on the edge of her bed and hold her hand gently. You stay with her all night. When she finally stirs the sun just started rising. You held your breath as she blinked her eyes open. Manon groaned, wincing at her bandaged stomach.

She tried to sit up but you gently placed a hand on her shoulder forcing Manon to stay down. “Absolutely not. Your skin is still healing, it could rip if you move.” She groaned again. “Can you let up on my hand, baby.” “Oh, sorry.” You softly lay her pale, slender hand back down on the cot.

Manon gave you tired smile. “You look tired. Have you slept.” You scowled at her. “Of course I haven’t. I’ve been worried sick about you. Manon I thought,” you choked on your words. You didn’t even want to say it. “I thought you were going to die.” You shook your head as new tears fell.

Manon reached a shaking hand up to wipe your tears away. “But I’m right here baby. And I’m not going anywhere.” “Promise?”

“I promise.” You rest your head on her chest to listen to her slow beating heart. Manon was here. She’s alive. And you were never letting her go.