#manon x reader angst

[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.

[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.

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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 :((

[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.

[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.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖗 (𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

my dorian x reader fanfic is here!!!! hope you enjoy it!!! :) WARNINGS: angst, allusions to s3x, kinda rivals to lovers (?)

You cover your ears with the pillow. The sound of the bed hitting the wall and your roommate's moans were the only sound that could be heard at 2 in the morning. You take off the pillow and get up to grab your headphones and play some music. The first notes of your favorite song eclipse the sounds of the next room. You didn't want to think about what they were doing. It bothered you to know that you couldn't be with Dorian in the same way they did, although not only that, being with him was what you wanted. You wanted him. But you weren't going to tell him, he was too much of a womanizer.

Two hours later, you hear the front door close and then the bathroom door. Unable to sleep, you get up and head to the kitchen to drink water. With your back to the door and headphones on, you don't hear Dorian enter. A hand removes an earphone from you. “Good night, partner.” You suppress a scream so as not to wake up the neighbors and hit him on the arm.

 "You are idiot"

"I love you too"

You roll your eyes and finish drinking your glass of water. You turn and lean against the counter, looking at Dorian. Your eyes narrow as if you wanted to stab daggers throughout his body. Dorian also turns to face you, a playful smile on his lips making you want to punch him. He wasn't bad, but you were tired of his endless nights.

“I'm fed up Dorian”

"Because?"

“Are you serious?! Dorian, I haven't slept well for months thanks to your nights of passion, so to speak. This has to end”

Dorian looks at you impassively, you can't decipher his gaze.

“Does it bother you that much?”

“Yes, Dorian. It bothers me a lot”

You watch as he separates himself from where he was leaning, approaches you at a slow pace and rests his arms on the counter behind you. He gets so close to your face that you can feel his breath against your cheek as his mouth nears your ear. "Perfect"

You open your mouth to say something but Dorian has already gone to his room. You let out a string of words and head to your room.

2 months have passed and Dorian has not changed. You can't take it anymore. So you decide to interrupt.

They had just entered their room when you decide to open their door and throw the girl out.

Dorian was on top of her and lay down next to the girl. You don't say anything to her and you take her arm, grabbing her things and take her out of the house. You return to the room and Dorian is still in bed.

"You know? I thought you weren’t like other guys but you're just like everyone else. A womanizer who doesn't care about anything other than himself. A selfish and manipulative person.” Red with anger, you cross your arms waiting for him to say something.

“Do you really think that about me?”

“I do think about it because that is what you are showing me Dorian, and do you know the worst? That's how I love you. I have fallen in love with you even knowing what you are and I thought you could change but now I see that you can't” Dorian gets up from the bed and approaches you, grabbing you by the arms and then grabbing your cheeks and kissing you. Your breath stops and for a moment you can't think, you can't do anything but after a few seconds follow the kiss.

Your arms hug his waist, pulling him closer to you. After a few minutes, you separate due to lack of air. His thumbs caress your cheeks.

“If this is a strategy to get him to forgive you, you are going down the wrong path.” The lie leaves your lips and your smile gives you away because you know that Dorian does not kiss the girls he brings home.

“You don't need to forgive me, you yourself have said that you are in love with me. How convenient that I feel the same way about you.”

Dorian grabs your thighs and lifts you up, then lays you down on the bed with him on top.

“And tell me y/n, have you ever thought about the things I do to others?” His hands hide under your shirt and caress your waist. “You don't need to answer me, I'm going to show you everything right now.”

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[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.

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Smoke Slow Part 2 (Daniela Avanzini x Reader)

Sorry it’s so late! It got deleted on accident and I had rewrite but here it is! Also it’s almost Halloween so there’s a tiny reference to my favorite Halloween season movie, can you find it?

Tiny angst in beginning because of awkwardness and miscommunication, smut at the end.

After Dani had left your room the night before, you went to the kitchen where the rest of the girls were including Dani. You sat at the farthest seat possible from Dani at the table, curse Sophia and her family breakfast rule, which she had found weird you always sat next to each other, there was a flash of hurt in her eyes when you made eye contact. No one else noticed or at least made it obvious they noticed the tension between the two of you, except Manon who had caught you which she sat next to you giving you a look.

“What?” You ask so only she hears you.

“Everything okay with you two?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Manon gives you a look as if to say, “don’t fucking start that.”

“Come on.” She adds.

“I don’t know. Honestly. We haven’t talked since… you know.”

“Yeah I know too well, I’m gonna have to bleach my brain to get that image out.” You roll your eyes at you, “you need to talk to her.”

“I know.”

“Today.” As if reading your mind and knowing you would put it off to save yourself from an awkward situation.

“Fine.” You sigh, looking up to Dani who’s already looking at you but she quickly averts her eyes to the food in front of her.

When breakfast is over you notice Dani starting to clean up and put things away, obviously stalling to be able to talk to you without others around. So you linger around, pretending to look for something until you’re alone with the blonde, who simply looks at you expectantly.

“Hey…” you start, awkwardly.

“Hi.”

“About last night-“

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No of course not.”

“Then why have you been ignoring me all morning.”

“I just.. got scared after last night.”

“Oh. Why were you scared?”

“Did you kiss me because we were high or because you wanted to?”

Dani looked shocked at the question, in her mind it was obvious she wanted to kiss you since you met basically.

“Because i wanted to. Definitely because I wanted to.” She smiles at you, “and I’d like to do it again if you want that.”

“Of course I do.”

“Amazing, see you tonight. Same place and time.” There’s a bit of a mischievous smirk on her face as she walks away and glances at you over her shoulder.

The day goes by awfully slow after that interaction, lingering touches and looks between you and Dani. You fight the urge to kiss her whenever you’re next to her, it’s like she put some sort of spell on you.

Finally after what felt like a year, it’s finally one am and you’re sitting on your balconies couch, joint in hand with a little speaker playing music just loud enough to hear. You smoke some of the joint before Dani joins you simply because of the nerves of what might happen next. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a slight knock and an open of your sliding glass door.

“Hey.” Dani say softly, a smile resting of her lips as she closes the door, luckily for you guys you invested in a chain lock for the outside of the door for privacy reasons anyways so Dani locks that and makes sure the outside curtains are shut. Then sits next to you on the couch, again with her thigh right next to yours, shoulders touching.

“Hi.” It comes out a bit shaky because when you say it you notice what she’s wearing. Very short shorts and a white tank top, no bra.

“Can I have some?” She looks at the joint between your fingers.

“Sure. Like yesterday or do you want to try it yourself?”

“I want to try it myself.”

You smiled but inside you felt a little upset you wouldn’t be able to have your lips next to hers yet. But you handed her the joint.

“Just put it to your lips and breathe in. Not too much though.” You instruct the inexperienced girl. She does as you say, except the last part she definitely breathes in way too hard and for way too long. So now she’s coughing her lungs out as you rub her back for comfort, when she finally settles her eyes look into yours. They’re glossy, and a bit squinted, a head high taking over her, you take one more hit to get to her level before tossing the joint aside.

“Kiss me.” Dani says, growing bolder with the high she’s experiencing. You barely let her finish before you’re pressing your lips against her. She moans in response to your eagerness, parting her mouth enough for you to slip your tongue in. Your hand goes to her thigh, slowly gliding up until they’re at the end of her shorts that sit on her upper thigh almost to her hips, you brush your thumb underneath the fabric making her gasp. Her reaction spurs you on to move your hand to cup her center, causing another louder gasp that you’re sure the street below could hear.

“Please. Don’t tease.” She says, glossy eyes with blown pupils look up to you and you couldn’t say no so you skip the teasing and immediately shove a hand into her shorts and past her underwear to start rubbing tight circles on her clit, at which she whimpered as not to be too loud while anyone around could hear. You suddenly stop and drop to your knees in front of her, as if Dani could get more turned on. She lifts her hips to start pushing her shorts down which you help with. Pulling her down a bit by her hips so she’s on the edge of the cushion, as she puts her legs on your shoulders and a hand in your hair which she pulls forward to put your mouth where she needed it, an immediate moan coming out which causes her to cover her mouth.

“You have to be quiet. We’re kinda in the open here.” You tease pulling away from her a bit.

“Sorry.” It’s more of whimper, “I’ll be quiet just please.” Her hand still covering her mouth.

You make sure to maintain eye contact while you lean back in, drawing a line from her entrance to her clit. The sounds she’s making are muffled by her hand, you were tempting to let all of Los Angeles hear what you were doing just so you could listen to her moans. You replace your mouth with your fingers so you can be eye level with her. Two of your fingers move slowly inside of her while your thumb rubs loose circles over her clit, while you maneuver her to lay on the couch and hover over her.

“Faster.” She manages to get out.

“Please” she adds to heightened her odds of you listening and you do listen your pace quickens, not just by a little either kinda 0-100. The sounds of her getting wetness fill the air, someone on the street below could probably hear it, you could only hope the walls were super thin and your members were clueless. Your actions make her bury her head in your neck so the noises she was making were muffled by you.

“Oh my god, y/n”

“Feel good?”

“Mm.” You feel her head nod against your neck.

You could tell she was close to her release when her whimpers got more frequent and her thighs started to tremble underneath you.

“Wanna cum baby?” You say as you angle your fingers and curl them while continuing a harsh pace.

“Mm- fuck. Yes, please.” She repeated the please a few times but the got more and more whiny each time. Not even a minute later her whole body is shaking and she’s pulling you into a kiss so her moans wouldn’t be too loud. She goes limp on the couch a bit after whimpering out one last “fuck.”

You lay there only the sound of your heavy breathing filling the air before Dani breaks the silence.

“I think I like smoking now.”

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Chapter 19: It feels cold and empty /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: They try to adjust to a life where they don't have each other anymore.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Angst, mentions of fighting and suicide.

Notes: if you're triggered by suicide scenes, please don't read this. If you're not, please enjoy..

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She nervously picked at the cuticles of her nails, every pair of eyes watching her curiously, not a word being said since she had been sitting in the council room of Aelin Galathynius’s castle for the last thirty minutes. The double doors burst open and she recoiled into herself further at the sight of Manon’s golden eyes, looking around the room until they landed on her. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Her queen’s voice reverberated through the chambers and she took a deep breath. 

“It’s a very long story.” Manon nodded, sitting on the empty chair by Aelin’s side. 

“We have plenty of time, I actually cleared my schedule for the day.” The younger queen winked at her, she could sense the curiosity pouring out of Aelin since her sentries had brought her there, Meraxes somewhere she didn’t know.

“I don’t even know where I should start..” She took a moment to recompose her breath and looked at the face of her own queen once more. “Let’s start with the golden eyes of a King.” 

Manon, Aelin and Rowan didn’t say a thing as she recalled everything that had happened on the time she was away, in too many details she described Velaris and the kindness of the faes she met there, she talked about the powerful wings and the bravery of a new type of people she met. The curses of this land in the hands of the middle born Valg King. She told them how Mantyx went there and how they, just like Elena once did, failed to kill him and sealed him and let the problem to those who would come after them. 

She told them how using the powers of Celeste and the cauldron, they broke the seal and killed him in his own home, preventing him from conquering Prythian like he intended to do since the beginning. She talked about the key and the gate, reassuring them that it would never be a problem as they didn’t have any interest in leaving their own world behind. 

She talked about the good friends she made, and how she would miss them dearly but she knew she had to come home. She didn’t say anything about Azriel to them, a selfish part of her didn’t want to share him with anyone, he was hers and hers only to keep tucked away in her heart forever, where he would never be hurt and unloved again. 

“We’re glad to have you back.” Rowan said after she was done, nodding his head toward the female, his trained eye on the tattoo on her arm, as she nervously rolled her sleeves up, revealing the drawing to them. 

“This world you described, it somehow feels familiar, when i close my eyes i can get a glimpse of beautiful stars and snow covered mountains.” Aelin stated, like a distant dream that bubbled in her mind, she had seen it when she was falling through the worlds, the male had helped her stop so she wouldn’t miss her home. 

“I can’t even imagine all of that, but as Rowan said, we’re happy to have you back, we should go back home.” Manon said, rising from her seat and thanking Aelin for having them there. Y/N did the same, following her queen outside. 

She almost laughed at the thought of calling this her home, as once someone said to her that home is where your heart is, and her was worlds apart from her, with the Shadowsinger she gave it to, the male she would love until the last day she walked this earth, maybe not even death would be enough to erase her love for him.

As she crossed the busy streets, she couldn’t avert her gaze from the statue built for them, their faces sculpted in stone, their swords raised together towards the stars, written in a beautiful handwritten at the base of the statue, she could read. 

“From now until the darkness claims us. In honour of the brave warriors that gave their life for this land.” Asterin in the middle of them, leading them to the battle. She hated it, she despised the reminder of the family she lost, the people she never stood a chance of saving, she hated the reminder that no matter what she did differently that day, she could not change their sacrifice. She hated it because it reminded her of how, late at night between sobs, she wished the darkness would claim her too just so all the pain would be gone. 

She found Meraxes sat by Abraxo’s side, his eyes distant, looking at where once a gap stood, like he too missed that land. But as Y/N climbed his leg, adjusting herself into the seat, she mumbled to him to forget that. They would never come back, and then, he carried them back to the Witch Kingdom. 

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“It’s been four months.” Feyre said, rubbing Nyx’s hair out of his eyes. 

“I guess locking him up at the House of Wind won’t work this time.” Nesta remarked, making Feyre roll her eyes at her. The inner circle sat at the dining table in the River House,worried about Azriel’s declining state.

Ever since she left, he had been sadder, angrier, snapping at anyone who dared to show a little bit of concern towards him. They could never imagine what it felt like, knowing your mate, getting to love her and having her falling in love with you too, just for her to be gone, to never come back. 

“What if he tries something?” Elain asked, Lucien held her hand in a reassuring grip.

“We won’t allow it.” He said, Lucien was the one trying the hardest to look out for Azriel, because his best friend would be pissed with him if he didn’t try, she would want her mate to be as fine as he possibly could, and Lucien would ensure that for her.

“We could kidnap her back.” Cassian suggested and the whole table turned to him, looking at him like he had three heads.

“Oh Mother, we’re not kidnapping someone, what are we? Hybern?” Rhysand said, eyeing his brother with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Azriel needs time, how much time he deems fit to get better, all we can do is pray to the Mother that he gets well soon, and show him that we’re here for him.”

“Talking about it..” Elain said getting up, fixing her skirts and nodding towards Lucien. “I’ll check on him.” She grabbed her mate’s hand, receiving an approving nod from Rhys, they winnowed to the House of Wind.

His room was dark and quiet, Azriel lay with his face pressed to his pillows, a dry trail of tears down his cheeks, his hair was messy, his shadows gathered around him quietly, like they too didn’t have the motivation to move. 

“Az.” Elain called, crouching in front of his eyes, those hazel orbs that had once radiated life once, were dull and glassy, he didn’t even greet her. “I brought something for you to eat, I’ll open the curtains and Lucien will help you shower, okay?” She said in a cheerful voice, but the male kept quiet. 

Elain did as she told, opening the curtains to let some sunshine enter his chambers, he hissed and she took it as a good sign that he could still feel something at least. She removed the covers from him, the blankets disappearing as the house helped her to get his room clean. 

“Okay, time to shower.” Lucien said, him and Elain supporting his body, dragging the defeated male towards the bathroom. Elain thanked Lucien for his help as she left the two alone. Lucien didn’t even bother anymore, he had done the same for Tamlin a while ago, so he stripped Azriel naked, letting the male soak in the warmth of the bath the house prepared. 

Lucien rubbed shampoo in his scalp, watching as slowly his shoulders started to shake and broken sobs parted his lips. He didn’t know what to say but he would wait if, for once, Azriel felt like talking today. Lucien almost gasped in surprise when the male, in fact, spoke.

“I feel pathetic.” He breathed and Lucien raised an eyebrow. “Four months depending on others because i can’t get a fucking grip.” He sounded angry, hurt. 

“There’s no shame in needing help.” Lucien gently replied, washing the bubbles from his hair. “When I lost Jesminda, I thought I would never recover from it.. The days blurred into months, the months into years of being stuck into a horrific void..”

“How did you get out?” He choked in his own tears. 

“I didn’t, not fully, and I don't think I ever will. My heart belonged to her, and a part always will, despite me loving Elain with all I have.” Lucien took another deep breath. “When I saw you and Elain together, I found myself back inside that void, sinking into it and letting it consume me.”

“I never apologised for what I did, you’re a good male, you didn’t deserve all the pain we both put you through.” Azriel turned his head to face Lucien, the male just shook his head. 

“You took care of her when I couldn't, you gave her a choice, you helped pull her out of that void. I’m not saying it didn’t hurt seeing you two, cuz it felt like my soul was being ripped away from me, I’m saying that I’m willing to look past all of this because she’s worth it, love is always worth it, and if it meant she would be happy, I would go through all of this again, even if she never chose me, just to ensure she would be happy.” 

“How would you live, knowing that you can’t have your mate?” Azriel dared to ask and Lucien seemed to think for a while. 

“I would just keep going, like I always did. And you should too, I never took you for the kind of male that would give up on life like this.” Lucien nudged him with his hand and Azriel allowed a barely there smile to appear in his face. 

“I should talk to you more often.” He snorted. “Thank you for looking out for me.” Azriel said with all the honesty he had in his heart. 

“It’s for her.” Lucien confessed and Azriel nodded. 

“Yeah, cuz she’s worth it.” He repeated and Lucien nodded. “I think I can assume from here.” Lucien nodded, getting up and leaving the bathroom to give him some time. 

“I would never allow you to sacrifice your happiness for me.” Elain said as she spotted him, her eyes filled with tears. Lucien pulled her close.

“We don’t have to think about it anymore, we’re together and that’s all that matters.” He gently kissed her temple and the female nodded, the two sitting in the window, waiting for Azriel to get out of the bathroom. 

When he did, she could swear he was a new male, freshly shaved and looking less tired, his cheeks were still hollow and he had bigger dark circles than ever, but she looked better, the talk with Lucien had really helped.

“Come eat something.” Elain gestured towards the plate in his study desk and he nodded, sitting down and eating like he hadn't done in months. 

“Thank you two, for everything.” He said, his voice muffled by the food.

“Just doing what you did for me all those months ago.” Elain winked and grabbed Lucien’s hand. “We’re going back to the River House, you don’t have to, but if you want, meet us there.” The male nodded, watching as his friends disappeared, he would go back to his life, he would learn how to live without her again. 

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“What the fuck were you thinking?” Fenrys growled, holding an ice filled cloth to her swollen face. 

“He was fucking annoying.” She mumbled, wiping the blood on her sleeve. 

“And you had to start a fight with him?” He offered her a cloth, but she declined. 

“Asking gently didn’t work the first time, he had to learn.” She simply replied, her head throbbing, she was tired of that conversation. 

“I know you left some important people behind, but you can’t keep like this, you’re not even alive anymore.” He shouted, ever since she came back, she had stopped eating, every night she would go out, and find someone dumb enough to start a fight with her, or she would lock herself in her room, screaming as Gods knows what plagued her dreams. She never failed her duty though. Every morning she would appear impeccable, ready to do whatever she was ordered to.  

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She got up, face to face with him. Fenrys scoffed.

“Do you think she would be proud? Asterin would be ashamed of you.” He said, the anger getting the best of him, seeing his friend wasting her life like this. But at the sight of her defeated expression and tear filled eyes, he regretted it. “I didn’t mea…”

“FUCK YOU, FENRYS!” She yelled in his face, turning away from him and marching. She seemed to remember something, because she turned around, the fat tear streaming down her bruised face. “It wasn’t just some important friends that i left behind, i left my mate behind, maybe this means something to you.” 

Fenrys froze, mates were really precious in fae culture, for her to be here without him, having the strength to leave him behind, she was in so much pain, and he just made everything worse by throwing her biggest fear on her face, the fear of disappointing Asterin.

Y/N walked back to the castle, feeling her body numb, the pain in her chest too overwhelming to even feel the cold winds making her shiver. She marched towards her room, she opened the window, feeling the breeze messing her hair that had overgrown. 

She just wanted it all to be gone, all the pain, all the sadness, everything. She closed her eyes shut, climbing the railing of the balcony. Maybe he wouldn’t feel anything, so far away from her. The winds were stronger, like they tried to push her back to the safety of her room. She took a deep breath. 

“From now until the darkness claims us.” She breathed, feeling the air leave her lungs. That was when she allowed her body to lean forward, the sweet embrace that awaited for her and would bring her the relief she desperately wanted was all she had in mind. 

She didn't register the loud horrific roar that ripped the skies, awakening the whole castle. She just felt her body being violently pushed backwards, the air getting knocked out of her lungs as her back hit the stone wall with full force. She opened her eyes, feeling her head spin, the whole room with it as dizziness set over her. 

Someone grabbed at her, checking up on her head that bled due to the impact. She heard voices, but the consciousness slipped away from her grasp rather quickly. Until she let it claim her, pulling her into a soft embrace.

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“What’s wrong, Elain?” Lucien asked as he saw the white orbs of his mate. The female shivered. 

“She tried to kill herself.” She mumbled and the whole table went still, turning towards her. Azriel felt his heart squeeze in his chest. “And she will try again.” Elain said, her voice laced with sorrow. Two more months had passed since she departed, Azriel was better, back to training and to his duties, but this had dragged him back to that void. 

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Rhys said, he truly was, but they couldn’t do anything.

“We need to go get her.” Nesta replied, already ready to jump through the gates to get her friend back.

“We can’t, remember that she chose to go.” He stared at the angry frown on Nesta’s face, he could feel it pouring out of her but she didn’t say anything to him, he should’ve known better than this. 

Cassian watched as everyone finished dinner, going back to their rooms and houses. He watched as Nesta prepared herself for bed, he almost laughed at her antics, she thought she was sneaky, but he knew her better than herself, so as she pretended to be asleep. He got their bags ready. 

Later that night, he heard her, slowly lifting from bed, shuffling through their things, quietly mumbling a curse, he kept pretending he was sleeping. He was quick to change into his leathers, sheathing his swords and walking to the living room, sitting in the dark, waiting for his mate. 

Nesta gasped when the lights flickered on and she spotted her mate, sitting with two bags at his feet and a big grin spreading across his face. From behind him, surprise filled her at the sight of Elain in pants, her hair braided behind her back, a bag strapped to her shoulders, flanked by both Lucien and Azriel. 

“We know you.” She had said and Nesta smiled at her family. 

“How are we getting the key?” Lucien asked, and his sister in law just closed her eyes, focusing on that call, pulling it towards her, the same way she had done with the troves. The key appeared in her hands and she grinned. 

“Like calls like.” She winked at them, strapping her bag on her shoulder before they winnowed away to Ramiel. As they opened the balcony door, to get easier to go, they spotted Rhysand. He was wearing his sleeping clothes, and was rubbing his temples.

“You’re all so predictable.” He sighed. “I’ll close my eyes for five seconds, and you all better be gone before I open them again. I don’t want to see you here, not without her.” He heard Nesta cheering, feeling the winds change around him as they all winnowed back, to get her home. 

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Twin Flames-1 —ACOTAR x TOG AU

Part One | Warnings: angst? | Witch!Reader x Eris Vanserra

Summary; Y/N had been born from a great darkness, and yet her soul burned brighter than any Firewielder. She didn’t care for someone who would try smother those flames, she wanted someone that would set them alight. . .

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

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Eris’s POV

The Heir had never been one to look up to the stars and wish like some, but he’d always wanted things to turn out better, he wasn’t stupid enough to let hope fester in his heart, Beron had made sure of it, and his mother. . . She wasn’t around enough to affect anything. Locked up in her rooms for the foreseeable future.

He’d always silently hated that Lucien had gotten his happy ending—then again, he deserved it, his brother had always been the best one, so empathetic and patient, nothing like himself, though he couldn’t help it, not when Lucien came over with his lovely mate, going on about how happy he was, he couldn’t help the jealousy that arose within him. Turning him into a lonely and pathetic creature. Forced to watch everyone prosper while he wasted away, and he had no one to blame but himself.

It was true that the hateful and evil mask he put on was a mask, but, over time he had became the very thing everyone believed him to be, it was pitiful, he’d read so many stories of people that had suffered so greatly but had overcame their hardships and survived, becoming better people than they ever could’ve imagined, and yet, even as a child, Eris knew that would not be him. He would never know love and respect. No, that was not what he was here for.

Instead he helped people in his own wrong way and saw to it that they were better, going behind his High Lord’s back and helping their enemies, and after all that. He’d barely gotten a thank you. He couldn’t blame them, though, not at all, the Night Court especially, they knew him to be the male that’d stripped The Morrigan down and left her to die in his own lands, a nail imbedded in her stomach, the male that had tried stealing their High Lady’s sister away, to be a wife for no more than breeding and owning. When they didn’t realise he just wanted someone to love. That was all he’d ever wanted, all he’d ever let himself want for.

But his story was not one that ended in a happy ending, no, he was the beast the knight would slay to save the fair maiden, no more than a hurdle to overcome, a monster with a terrible fire that burned in his blood, burned his very soul. . .

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Y/N’s POV

She couldn’t stop the shuddering of her breath as she took in the now empty battlefield bathed in the blood of enemies and allies alike, she would never get used to it, the fighting, the bloodshed, the hate, Y/N was born for battle and yet it terrified her, she had no idea how Aelin Galathynius did it. How she fought like an absolute warrior and smiled a minute later. Perhaps she would never know, the Queen had always unnerved her, she was a mystery never to be solved, though, that didn’t mean she didn’t respect her, no, when the young woman came off the field, she only bowed, she was not her Queen but that did not mean she wouldn’t fight for her. Hell. This entire army was brought together because of her. The world could finally breathe because of her.

A strong hand clasped her shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts and bringing her back to the world, the sun was blaring, melting all the snow and making small waterfalls form from the cliffs of the Staghorns, she turned around to find her Wingleader staring at her, Manon’s black and gold eyes shining with poorly hidden despair, she couldn’t blame her, not when her own held the same expression.

She nodded to Manon in thanks, neither of them saying a word, she couldn’t bare to look at Abraxos who lingered behind his rider, Y/N cleared her throat, saying, “I’m going to go for a walk, alone.” She didn’t wait for her response before leaving. Walking down the many stairs of the castle, winding turns and long hallways, she didn’t say anything to Aelin’s court members as she walked past them, non of them seemed to want to talk either. Good.

She was soon out of the great castle and then through the gates and out onto the field, Orynth looming behind her, its stones mockingly clean, it took her a long time to reach Oakwald, she had no Wyvern to carry her anymore, Adries was riding high with the other eleven creatures who hadn’t survived, Abraxos the only one left, if she wasn’t wound up in her own misery then she would’ve felt bad for the beast, but sorrow was seemingly staying for a while.

Stray branches and leaves crunched beneath her boots as she walked through the forest, the trees whispering secrets older than time itself, the wind howling names lost to history, it was a artefact in itself, it was famous for the creatures that dwelled in its lush canopies but no one talked about the sentience the place held, like it was watching your every breath and movement, it was terrifying and yet, oddly comforting.

She spotted no white stags but that wasn’t unusual, the only one she had ever seen had been mere hours ago when Aelin Ashryver Galathynius had entered the battle riding one in golden armour fit for a empress, a goddess.

Surprisingly, the forest was not silent, birds sung their songs and the deer still went about eating leaves, it was peaceful, and nice to know the world hadn’t stopped, everyone and everything moved on eventually, some quicker than others, maybe in a few years she would admire the beauty of Oakwald—she had loved nature so dearly when she was younger, when everything wasn’t so dark,—she wanted to look at the ducks waddling by and smile as they had a swim in a nearby pond, she wanted to look at the flowers already blooming through all the gore and wonder in amazement, she wanted.

She couldn’t help the tears that fell, she had lost so much, how was she supposed to go on without them? She felt that flame inside her flicker and sputter but persevere, something she couldn’t seem to do, her Grandmother had always despised that light, how even when she tried smothering it—it only burned brighter, the old hag was probably smiling in her grave to know what she had wished for so many years was happening, she was breaking, ever so slowly.

The sun was falling, setting the sky into hues of deep orange and yellow, clouds forming and blocking the view, she didn’t go home, though, just kept walking, trying to clear a mind that couldn’t be cleared, soon, mist was shrouding the forest in mystery, tiny droplets of rain fell. Hitting the emerald leaves and falling off them. It was quite serene, actually. Like the entire world was heading to bed. Her as the moon’s only witness.

She felt so small, so insignificant under it’s light, it was a lovely feeling, nocturnal animals ventured out of their dens into the night, the little glow of their eyes the only sign they were there, still, she didn’t go back. What was left for her there? She had no lovers, no family, friends or children, she was alone in a world full of people, alone.

She doubted anyone would miss her, maybe she could run away and start a new life, purge all her past memories. . . It was tempting, very tempting, and— what was that? She spotted something shiny hiding beneath jewel coloured leaves, as Y/N got closer, she realised it was a ring. A simple silver ring. It was oddly pretty, in a way a plain blue sky was pretty, nothing stood out but it still caught her attention, she bent over and picked it up but as she did, she slipped on some moss and went face-first into the ground.

She closed her eyes and groaned at the feeling of her nose screaming out in pain—the scar on her jaw mimicking the feeling, the ring was warm in her hand, like it bore an inner fire, her body felt so heavy that she couldn’t help but lay there, perhaps in the morning she would figure out what to do, nothing would harm her, so there was no reason but to keep to the floor, Y/N did need sleep, so why not get it?

Y/N dreamt, she had the instinct feeling of falling but didn’t stir, she felt herself land on something hard and cold and did all she could to grab on, this may be a dream but she’d be damned if she died in it. A dream.

-

Eris’s POV

One of his hounds barked in the distance and he had enough sense to inspect, the autumn leaves crunched beneath his feet like the crackling of flames, he’d never gotten sick of the eternal autumn, it was his home, no matter what had happened in this place, it was forever be his, in some way, at least.

The dog, Hazel, released another sound, piercing through the silence, setting all the other dogs off, he sighed, shaking his head as he got closer, there was no point telling them to be quiet when they wouldn’t listen, anyway.

Eris walked into the clearing where all his animals gathered, there was nothing, positively nothing of interest or significance, just a plain old spot, though that didn’t stop the smoke hounds as they jumped around and circled a particularly tall tree, this was abnormal for even them, something was off, he caught the faint scent of blood and metal on the wind, but found it led nowhere.

He noticed little scraps of clothing hanging from low branches, the material was similar to that of the Illyrian’s but different in a way, hopefully he wouldn’t find that Shadowsinger or haughty general dead in his forest, not that he wouldn’t be delighted in that, a bird cried out in the distance and he looked up to see it, only, it wasn’t a bird he saw.

No, it was a person, hanging from a branch high up, her bloody blond-silver hair hung limp, a strange red cape covering most of her body, perhaps she was dead, and perhaps that was a good thing.

Yet he couldn’t hide his shock when something fell from her hand, it shined faintly as it fell right into his palm, he did all he could not to hiss in anger as he found it was his ring that he had lost two weeks ago, the one his mother had given him, that little thief.

The End.

Note: so uhh. . . No idea where this is going, no pressure- 😬

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now playing... character profiles

pairing: singer/producer lee heeseung x singer reader "y/n" x singer sim jaeyun

genre: love triangle, music industry (but not idols), angst, drama, smau

synopsis: 4 months after your nasty breakup with your ex-boyfriend!heeseung, he releases a new song that's not only about your breakup but he uses the voicemail you sent him at the end of the song. angry and seeking revenge, you decide to collaborate with one of heeseung's favorite artists, jake.

warnings: profanity, drugs and alcohol, toxic relationships, gaslighting, stan twitter bullshit, kissing, suggestive, overall 18+

reader "y/n" (aespa ningning faceclaim) pop/r&b singer at decelis records energy drink obsessed girl kissers groupchat

lee heeseung - stage name: evan r&b singer/producer at decelis records y/n's ex-boyfriend three blind mice groupchat

sim jaeyun - stage name: jake independent r&b singer dog lover and has had a crush on y/n for the longest

park jongseong - stage name: jay songwriter and guitarist at decelis records loves his guitars more than people three blind mice groupchat

manon influencer on tiktok and youtube y/n's bestie girl kissers groupchat

park sunghoon model/influencer certified hot boy and thirst trap king three blind mice groupchat

huh yunjin "jen" or "jennifer" manager for female artists/entertainers y/n's bestie and manager girl kissers groupchat

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[fanwarriorfictions]

Hello!! I just have so many things to say but I wanted to start off by saying I absolutely love not again!! It was so much fun to read and you did an amazing job capturing all of the characters!! Who long have you been writing for? You have a great way of making a story flow and be captivating for the reader!! Lastly I have a request or twelve 😅 SO feel free to to write all/none/ change them how you see fit BUT here are some thing I would love to see from you if possible:

- eris X witch reader (maybe manon and Dorian’s child??) I get slight enemies to lovers vibes from this with lots of glares and angst

- fenrys X reader, I love this man and there is nothingggg about him! Maybe the reader could be some sort of cat shifter and he always teases her for it??

That’s all I have and sorry to bombard you with so many things!!

You are literally so sweet 😭 thank you so much for the love and appreciation of Not Again, I’m very very proud of it.

I’ve been writing on and off for a very long time, just haven’t posted a lot of it. I’m really self conscious of my writing so getting all this feedback has really made my day!!

Keep the asks coming!! I’m actually in love with the Fenrys idea, my mans needs more appreciation. And the tension of Eris and a witch reader would be 🔥

[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.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆

chapter VI of and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest

Pairing: Arlecchino x gn!Minister of Justice!Reader

Genres: angst, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: arguing, weaponizing trauma (partially), angst, brief use of alcohol as a coping mechanism, mentions of violence and murder, physical violence due to anger and frustration

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | epilogue

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The lovely sharp scent of Manon’s cologne cast your thoughts aside as you glanced at where she sat. The mixture of sea salt, bitter orange, and cedar suited her well, and you suspected it was chosen specifically for her trip back to Fontaine. Your gaze did not stray as you watched her gracefully sip her tea, her contrasting eyes on Focalors.

Two new guests sat to her right at the large table – a newly famous duo performing magic shows at the oldest theatre in the city. Both were funded by Manon, or rather, the Knave.

The heat of a sturdy hand on your shoulder brought your focus back to the casual end of your morning with the diplomats.

“I am sure that our Minister would be pleased to host you for supper this evening.”

Manon nodded, her hands folded over her lap and eyes focused intently on your features. “Excellent, I will be looking forward to it.”

While you did not appreciate the chief justice extending the invitation for you, you sensed that he must have debated the idea with Furina before you arrived at the courtroom.

“I am afraid I will not be able to come, but thank you for your kindness,” the Marionette – Sandrone, you learned – replied.

You would be alone with Manon after twelve years.

The evening was bound to be eventful.

Recovering from your momentary surprise, you spoke, “That is unfortunate. I hope we will be able to meet privately another time.”

She smiled small, but you felt that it was not genuine in the slightest.

“It was lovely to see you again, Ms. Arlecchino, but I’m afraid we must prepare for our next show this afternoon,” one of the performers, Lyney, stated as he rose from his seat.

“Please excuse us,” his sibling and co-worker, Lynette, requested.

“You are dismissed,” Manon said, waving gently toward the exit.

The conversation flowed for a few minutes longer before she decided to take her leave. Shortly after she departed, you dismissed yourself as well. Catching up to her quickly, you placed your fingertips along her elbow, trying to get her attention and stop her from venturing into the street.

Her eyes were surprised, and she drew her elbow back. You felt crushed at her rejection for a moment, but really, what did you expect? She had not seen you in twelve years, there was no way either of you could just pick up where you left off.

The more she stared at you, the more your words left you.

“If you have nothing to say, I will be going, __. Have a lovely day, and I will see you at seven this evening.”

As you watched her walk away, you were filled with odd desperation. You flexed your hand.

You would be seeing her tonight – you could talk and share as much as you wanted then.

—

Manon’s nerves were unusually on edge as she knocked on your door. Your home was decently isolated on the outskirts of Brume de Lys along the Crête Coulante. It was a lengthy drive, and her heart had raced awkwardly while her thoughts did as well.

With a small flourish, the large dark cherry wood door opened and revealed you in black, purple, and gold. Her heart skipped a beat just as it did when you touched her in the morning.

"Good evening, Man– Arlecchino,” you greeted cordially, bringing an arm out behind you and beckoning her in.

She nodded to you, silent as she stepped foot into your domain. Even if it was your home, she would remain guarded.

“I can take your coat if you would like.”

“Please,” Manon replied, turning her back. The light and warm traces of your fingertips along her shoulders filled her with unnerving anticipation. For what, she couldn’t guess. A small chill in the air greeted her when you removed her dark coat. Shivers ran down her spine as your gathered her ponytail in your left hand and straightened it out, your hand brushing across the back of her neck.

“There,” you stated quietly, “Now, if you would please follow me to the dining room. Supper awaits.”

~

Your dining room was coated in dark tones of cool colors, silver accompanying the shades of night like moonlight. You sat elegantly at the opposite head of the table, a glass of some white wine Manon couldn’t recall in hand, too transfixed on the moment. One of your servers brought a cart out that carried headless fish of various sizes on ice, as well as croutons with garlic, rouille, and multiple plates and bowls. 

“Tonight we’ll be having one of my favorite dishes. It originated among the fishermen in my hometown many years ago, and quickly became loved by those of all classes.”

As the server placed one of the fish on his cutting board, Manon’s eyes became glazed over in thought as she watched him. The knife slicing apart the flesh made her recall how her soiled hands did the same. How your joint wishes for violence drove you apart. A pernicious yet familiar sensation creeped up her spine, gripping onto her heart and poisoning her mind with protective spite.

As the bowls were filled with the flesh in broth, you cleared your throat.

“Please, leave us, Jean,” you spoke, rising from your seat, “I will serve us tonight.”

“As you wish,” the man replied before walking back to the kitchen through a closed wooden door.

Manon observed your movements sharply, watching as you brought the soup and bread to her seat. As you set the dish before her, your eyes met. A harsh look rested in your gaze, and she felt an imaginary arrow pierce through the ice casing of her heart.

“Arlecchino, why did you join the Fatui?”

Your whispered question caught her off guard, as did the fact that you were not moving from where you stood looking down at her and observing her reactions.

“That is private information,” she responded.

“Bullshit, Arlecchino.”

“Why do you insist on calling me by that name? You know what my name actually is. Are you just trying to pathetically provoke me?”

“Obviously it’s working, Marie. Now answer my question.”

“Why are you being so harsh?”

“I’m just trying to figure out what you want with me after all of these years. I figured your career was the best place to start.”

“That still does not explain this anger, __.”

“Am I not supposed to be angry, Marie? You show up in Fontaine after twelve years with practically no word to me. Our organizations work together, you have connections and agents all across Teyvat, and yet you could never find me?”

“Do not act as if this is all on me. You have just as much standing as I do. Take responsibility – for all of it. If you had not sent me away after Henri, we would be together in Snezhnaya, just as we wished!”

“I will not be discussing this here with you. I will be in the lounge.”

“Now you want to run?” Manon asked, rising from her seat and striding rapidly behind you, “Why am I even asking – that is all that you do.”

The door to the lounge slammed open as you fell on the loveseat heavily. Manon simply shut it again behind her.

“I have far less capabilities than you, Marie. All I am good for in this forsaken court is executing whoever Focalors requests I do. All of my studies were for naught. I’m nothing but a puppet for her – just like everyone else.”

“And who asked for that position, __? You’re not a victim.”

“Neither are you,” you snorted, “Tell me, why would you abandon the person you loved most?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you should ask yourself.”

“I did not abandon you, Marie.”

“You might as well have! I practically tore up your hometown looking for you! I ran through the city a bloodied and burned mess trying to find where you disappeared to! I had no choice but to leave the nation, we were about to become public enemies!”

“I went into the sea to heal! A siren needs to recuperate in water to repair a heart of water!”

“Don’t act like that is so obvious, __.”

“You’re a phoenix, Marie! Didn’t your precious guardian teach you anything?”

“Do not speak of them in such a manner.”

“Now you’re suddenly the victim again, of course.”

Red hot fire ran in her veins now.

“Are you fucking kidding me, __? What is this mess? Why are you arguing with me right now?!”

“Why are you arguing with me?”

“Oh for archon’s sake, would you just shut up already?” she yelled, throwing a spare book in your direction, narrowly missing your head.

Your gaze turned frightened before it became ice cold. You stood and approached your small bar cart, grabbing one of the glasses off of it. Manon snatched another book. You chucked the glass at her face, but she blocked it with the book and it shattered to the floor.

You reached for another glass, and another, throwing them at her, and then just simply the floor before her. Shards cascaded over her shoes and the bottoms of her trousers, sliding back to the floor and leaving no damage.

Your appearance was disheveled as you huffed consistently in exhaustion and frustration, opening one of your bottles of liquor and taking a brief swig. Manon threw the book at your knee and you doubled over, grabbing it and dropping your bottle, causing a small cut to grow on your hand.

She walked over to you and grabbed your hair, bringing your head back.

“You want to know it all, don’t you? Fine. I lived on the streets of Snezhnaya for a year before the Fatui came to town. I was scouted and brought to their training facility. It took another year for me to hone new skills and focus on what power I possessed as a phoenix. When the day came for the official scouting and ranking, I was sent to not only a training campus, but one for political, historical, and scientific studies. When I graduated four years ago, the Tsaritsa herself sent for me. She wanted for me to become one of her Harbingers, and even if I would be in the lower ranks, I would have been a fool not to take the opportunity. I had power, control, and guidance. The same year, I was put in charge as the Director of the House of the Hearth, an orphanage that would raise children from all over Teyvat in the ways of the Fatui. I had time to mourn and time to grieve you, but I had a duty and a responsibility to my nation. I did not have access to any dealings with Fontaine until one year ago when our mission plans began. Just because I could not find you, __, and just because I thought you were dead, does not mean you didn’t plague my thoughts every day. It does not mean that now that I know you’re alive, and here in front of me, where I can touch you and see you, that you do not make me question everything. That my heart does not race and I am not on fire.”

A loud smack reverberated around the room as your palm made contact with her cheek, blood swiping dramatically across her face. 

Surprise and hurt flashed freely across Manon’s face before she released you.

“All I hear are excuses, Marie.”

Shock fell upon Manon’s body as she simply plummeted to the floor. Panic and rage, disbelief and sorrow, all coursing throough her mind.

“Perhaps your story is true, but I do not believe your love for me to be true anymore.”

“How could you say that?” Manon whispered, “Where is your love for me, __?” she asked, rising up from the floor as steady as possible. “Do you have nothing left in this dead heart of yours? Did Henri burn it all away?”

Her finger poked jaggedly at your chest. “I know that I left you, __, but you left me too. Why can you be bitter, but I cannot?”

Manon watched as your eyes flooded with tears, your heavy and abrasive cover falling apart at the seams. Sobs racked through your body as you wiped at your face, a bolt of lightning breaking through the sky in the window behind you. A storm to accompany your own flurry of emotions.

“I…I…I never meant for any of this to happen, Manon. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you. Nothing I can say will ever repair what I did tonight, and I am not going to beg for your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to even be in your presence right now.”

You fell back onto the loveseat oncemore, eyes shut and arms crossed. “I understand if you want to forget me. I never deserved love from you in the first place. I have yet to become the person I want to be, and until then I shouldn’t even want for you. But I do, Manon, and I am still terribly in love with you to this day. I know I have treated you with less than you deserve, and I have acted foolishly here tonight, trying to keep my guard up and get answers. But that would never get me anywhere, would it? Love is not something that you should treat roughly, and we both have killed it here tonight.”

You sniffled and her heart shattered.

“So please leave, Manon. Find someone better, take over the world, do and find whatever or whoever makes you happy because I do not want you to settle for me.”

You rose from your seat and left the room, a small trail of blood following you.

Manon was left to gather herself and process what had happened, taking a seat where you had been just moments before. Memories and thoughts of all kinds circulating through her mind

Her arms ached to hold you, to comfort you. But she had to resist every heart driven urge. That is what life and the Fatui taught her.

So, she rose from her seat, dryed her developing tears, and left the lounge. She walked through the hall as calm as possible and reached the front door. She put her coat back on and strode into the open storm. Rain pelted her, but she kept her head high and continued walking. She was leaving earlier than scheduled, so she would have to tough out the weather without a car.

Her boots were becoming soaked in mud and her pace slowed.

What the hell was she doing?

Turning back around, she began running back toward your home. She covered a surprisingly long distance, but perhaps she was outside longer than she thought. In the minimal pale moonlight, she could hardly make out anything, much less with cloud cover and rain. Nevertheless, she continued, her relentless determination fueling her. When she reached the outskirts of your familiar front gardens, she was hit with a hard force.

You.

Manon fell back into the mud, her training falling short in shock. Your knees rested at her hips, and you forehead met her chest. The cold rain fell onto her face before your head rose. Your eyes were filled with sorrow and regret.

“Please don’t leave me again. I couldn’t handle it. Not after all of this time. I’ll pay every penance you would like me to, but please don’t leave me here. I just want you to hold me again. I just want to see you smile. I want to cook and bake and garden with you again. I’ll even kill with you. I just want you back and by my side. Please, Manon. You are the only person that is most dear to me in this world.”

Your hands gripped her coat and shirt tightly, weakly pulling and shaking.

When faced with your begging, Manon could do nothing but give in. She placed her hand on the back of your head and guided you down to a strong and sentimental kiss. She could taste your tears and the rain on your lips, which only motivated her to keep going until they were gone. Your hands released their grip and splayed over her shoulders, trying to support yourself. She brought her other hand up to grip your elbow and she sighed into your final kiss.

“I hear you, ma lumière, and I hope that you hear me too.”

You nodded, and Manon smiled smally for the first time in years. You leaned back and she sat up with you, not moving her hands from where they now were on your back. You brought one of your hands to her cheek, the blood now washed away, and ran your thumb over her lips. Her smile grew wider, and so did yours.

“I know that we will need time, but I’m willing to take another chance on us,” you whispered.

“So am I,” the Harbinger replied, “And I will wait for however long we need.”

[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.” 

[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.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

Hii... Dorian x reader please? When Aelin and her court and Manon are in Adarlan and she feels insecure about them and doesn't want to meet them (maybe because she's just a human and thinks she's not good as them) so she makes excuses to stay in her room and Dorian finds out?

my present

a/n; thank u anon for this!!! hope youre okay. love u.

WARNINGS; insecurity, bad thoughts, angst(?) to fluff

you met dorian after the war.

the psychological wounds caused by this and by everything that happened before were still present, but it was no impediment for you since you took care of him and were with him in the moments where he needed someone the most.

of course, you knew that dorian was with manon, the queen of witches and one of the most beautiful women there was... although you had never seen her, just as you had never seen aelin ashryver galathynius, the queen of terrasen. but as dorian had told you, they were both among the most beautiful immortals there were... and they would be here in a week.

ever since dorian told you that manon and aelin and their court were going to come to adarlan, you couldn't stop thinking about how ridiculous you felt. anxiety and negative thoughts became recurrent throughout the week. you didn't want to meet them so as not to make dorian look ridiculous. if they really were as beautiful as they said and one of them was even with him... you didn't want to think about that.

different scenarios haunted you in dreams. them laughing at you, aelin's court looking at you up and down like you were a weirdo... dorian being ashamed of you after introducing you. that was your worst nightmare.

from your window you see how aelin's entourage arrived on horseback. she and rowan at the head and her court behind. god she was beautiful, more than you had imagined. a soft flutter reaches you and in the distance you see a shadow approaching... no, not a shadow. wyverns. getting closer and closer, you make out manon's white hair. when it lands, you feel your hands start to shake and a lump forms in your throat. people said they were beautiful, but it wasn't anywhere close. they were devastating. goddesses. you can't leave the room. you can't make a fool of yourself.

you hear a knock on the door and you turn in time to see dorian enter. his well-combed hair contrasts with the gold of his crown and his navy blue suit hugs every part of his body, creating a second skin. beautiful.

dorian smiles when he sees that you have been looking at him without blinking. “i already know I'm beautiful, you don't need to keep looking at me.”

you look away quickly and a blush appears on your cheeks. "sorry"

dorian frowns. “are you still not dressed? i thought you would be ready.”

“ah yes, I just don't feel very well”

dorian approaches you worried. "oh really? do you need me to call someone? do you need a healer to look at you?”

“no no no, don't worry dorian, i just have a headache.”

"sure?"

“yes dorian, i'm sure. go on, go with them.”

he leaves a kiss on your forehead and, not very convinced, leaves. you don't know when you've stopped breathing, but you let out a sigh and go to bed.

what you don't know is that dorian had noticed you strange ever since he said manon and aelin were coming, and this was what he needed to confirm what he suspected. you were insecure

the afternoon passed and you were still in the room. at that moment you were reading a book from your bookshelf.

the door opens and dorian appears with a dress in his hands, some shoes and a crown.

you swallow, putting the book aside to sit up.

“i brought you this so you can wear it.”

you open your mouth to answer but dorian takes your hand and brings it to his lips, sitting next to you on the bed.

“you don't have to lie to me, you know? and you don't have to stay here either. i love you, you know? you are the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my entire life. you don't have to have the best hair, you don't have to look like a goddess because i love you just the way you are. i adore your lips, your freckles, i adore the way your eyes shine every time you read a scene that you love. i adore the softness of your hands every time you hold my hand. i adore you just the way you are.”

dorian wipes a tear from your cheek as he caresses it and rests his hand on it.

“i don't want you to change, and i don't want you to think that i'm going to leave you alone because i was with manon. that's the past. and i want my present”

“what is your present?”

"my present is you"

you throw yourself into his arms and feel dorian's arms surround your figure. you hide your face in his neck breathing in his scent.

“and now i want you to get up, put on the dress i brought you and go out with your head held high.”

“i love you dorian.”

“i love you too, doll.”

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