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[dionadaiir]

@dalishflame sent: ❛  27 .   a  kiss  to  end  the  sexual  tension .

𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪. A nice candle-lit dinner, and some honeyed words before he took Atreion to bed. Yet, seeing them return once again from Death's jaws. He felt a rush of need. Once Atreion was alone, Eden quickly made his way to the barn. 

Blackwall was gone for the evening and left the barn unattended. Good. The moment he saw the flaming red hair, Eden threw his strong arms around them and brought them close for a heated, fierce kiss. He needed them like a fish needing water. He couldn't help himself, he slipped a hand into their lovely hair and pushed them into the stack of soft straw. He continued his barrage of heated kisses, his hands roaming over their hips and resting there to keep them in place. He was thrumming with a mixture of emotions and it was evident between his legs. 

Once he was satisfied with the many kisses he had given, he pulled away, panting softly as he regained his breath. His bi-colored eyes; green and blue shimmered with a feral need that only came with Atreion's absences. A possessiveness, protectiveness that Eden couldn't quite shake. 

He nuzzled into them and gently sank his teeth into their supple neck just enough to demonstrate the result of that absence. 

❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❞ His tone was deep, a rumbling, guttural tone escaping him as he planted another hungry kiss to their lips. 

[dionadaiiraaa]

"IT WAS MY FAULT" PROMPTS

accepting @itsalcngstory sent: if you want to yell and scream at me, go ahead. (merrick and ash!)

Merrick raised an ivory brow and watched Ash. He should yell at her. To tell her off for being incredibly stupid, but it seemed ineffective. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

" No. I do not think that I will. That is what you're expecting. " He said and stared at her, disappointment in his eyes.

" No, you will grapple with the realization that I am not even angry at you, just...incredibly disappointed."

With that, he began to walk away.

[iwrotemywayto-revolution]

Across the room

Request: sorry none I just had a rush of inspiration after reading @manuelmiranduh‘s fic “Cool” and thought I’d do something with a kinda similar premise (sorry Sabrina yours is awesome I love it) so this happened

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader (my first attempt be nice)

Warnings: Karaoke?

Word count: 2,244

A/N: I swear 90% of the amazing writers in this part of the fandom write lin x reader and they are my idols so here goes nothing! also lara and aria are my ocs excuse their presence ^-^ (and “sobrino” means nephew) This hasn’t been proofread.

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“Go on, Y/N,” your friend Lara pleaded, “I know you’d be great.”

You shook your head resolutely. The open mic night had been a fun event to attend, sure, but you had no plans to actually take the stage. Lara, your temporary roommate, thought otherwise.

“What about that song you’ve been singing all week?” She continued, undeterred, “Helpless or something?”

You’d only come to visit Lara at college- she was an art major at NYU. The two of you had met online and, after three years, finally managed a visit that coincided with your move to New York. Tonight was your last night and she’d grabbed you to a popular bar on campus and spent the evening trying to persuade you to sing.

You scoffed. “I couldn’t sing that!” Lara raised an eyebrow, doubtless thinking of your constant singing in the past week. “I couldn’t sing all the parts myself,” You hastily amended.

“Okay- I’ll sing Alexander and Aria will be Angelica,” she suggested. Aria was one of her flatmates- a theatre major with a lovely voice and a Hamilton obsession to match yours. Before you could tell her no, she was out of her seat and heading towards where Aria was sitting. You sighed and resigned yourself to embarrassment. At least you were going home tomorrow to get your stuff.

Aria was, unsurprisingly, onboard. “You’re the perfect Eliza,” she gushed as they dragged you up towards the edge of the stage. “This will be amazing!”

The organiser looked a little unsure about there being three of you but scribbled down your names and song anyway. You were on after a guy singing a twenty one pilots song. You sat at the side, fidgeting.

Lara hummed the tune under her breath, which relaxed you a little. No one of consequence would be in this dingy bar on a Thursday night, you reasoned as the performer before you finished. 

Suddenly someone was handing the three of you microphones and shoving you onto the stage. You stood in the centre, willing your hands to stop shaking. You tapped the microphone and it squealed. “I guess that works,” Lara muttered, and a couple of people laughed.

You looked to them and they nodded. With a deep breath, you imagined yourself as Eliza. You imagined you were on the stage at the Richard Rogers rather than in a tiny bar, and that Lin was waiting for Renee to guide him over to meet you.

“Oooooh, I do, I do, I dooo- hey!” your voice cracked a tiny bit on the first do. You almost gave up right then but Lara grinned at you and you hit the next note. “Ooooh, I do, I do, I do.”

Lara and Aria started to dance a little behind you, imitating the basics of the ensemble’s choreography and doing their background “hey”s at the same time. 

“Boy, you got me helpless! Look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit- I’m helpless! Down for the count and I’m drowning in ‘em,” You gave it your all and were pleasantly surprised to find that your voice when singing in a pub sounded better than you were home alone. 

You swished your skirt a little and moved to the side of the stage, letting Aria and Lara dance into the centre. “I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night. Laughin’ at my sister as she’s dazzling the room, then you walked in and my heart went ‘Boom!’” 

You walked over to Aria as you sang, taking her by the arm and pulling her away from Lara just in time for you to sing “Grab my sister, and whisper, ‘Yo, this one’s mine’”. Aria put her hand over her mouth and spun away towards Lara. 

You grinned and got ready to narrate.

--

You sang the final line with a feeling of absolute joy. You had done it! Sure, you were shaking a little and getting down the stairs off the stage proved a challenge, but you had sung in front of people and no one had thrown any tomatoes- or napkins- at you.

The organiser patted you on the back absentmindedly as they beckoned the next performer onstage. You went and sat back down, a couple of people giving you high-fives along the way.

Aria and Lara went to get drinks to celebrate, leaving you to collapse in your seat. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“That was quite something,” you heard someone say.

“Thanks,” you smiled, and turned to meet their gaze. 

Shit. You froze, your heart in your mouth. The person facing you was no college student out for a karaoke night and a beer. No, you were facing a familiar goatee and shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail. You were facing a man in a grey jumper that you knew off the internet.

You were facing Lin-Manuel Miranda.

“I-” you stammered at the same time as he said “It’s nice to meet you.”

You took his hand and shook it. “I’m Y/N. I’m a big fan,” you mumbled, abruptly embarrassed. He had seen you sing Helpless- on stage and after a few drinks! 

“I’d say the same,” he grinned, “you sang that nicely.”

“I got nothing on Philipa,” you managed to say, and he laughed. You saw Aria and Lara had been distracted at the bar, not noticing that Lin had slid into the empty seat opposite you. 

“Nobody can compete with Phillipa,” he admitted, “But you were great.”

“How come you’re here?” you asked, curious. The student bar wasn’t that far from Broadway, but it wasn’t exactly where you thought someone like Lin would be spending a Thursday evening.

He shrugged, “Someone in the cast recommended dropping by- so I thought I would.” Lin looked around at the college students- an eclectic mix of drunk regulars, theatre kids, and tired freshmen. “Are you a student?”

“No,” you chuckled, “I’m visiting friends- namely my on-stage Alexander, Lara. I graduated a couple years ago now.”

“What do you do?” The next karaoke singer started singing ‘’Safe and Sound’ and you leaned forward.

“I’m working in an office, daydreaming about doing anything else,” you said honestly. An office job- though yours was relatively stable and paid quite well- had never been your dream. “It’s all about the legacy,” You imagined that, if anyone could understand the desire to leave behind a legacy, it would be Lin. 

Lin smiled sympathetically “I know what you mean.”

“And one day I’ll be on a beach with Sonny writin’ checks to me?” you offered, remembering the days when you first heard In the Heights. 

“A Heights fan?” He looked impressed and you shrugged sheepishly. 

Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see a text lighting up your screen.

From: Lara (22:22)

If that is who i think it is u need to get his # 

Lin chuckled. “I’ll leave you to it.”

He made to get up. “Maybe we could finish this conversation another time,” you suggested shyly.

“I’d like that,” he beamed, whipping out his phone. “Give me your number?”

You swapped phones. You added yourself and took a quick picture, mindful of the terrible lighting. You wondered if he would ever text you. 

“There you go,” you said as you passed him back his phone. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

--

A couple of days later, as you were lugging the last box up the stairs to your new apartment, you got a text.

From: Usnavi (09:43)

You’re moving to New York, right?

From: Usnavi (09:44)

Groffsauce insists New York looks best from far away- back me up?

From: Usnavi (09:51)

This is Lin, by the way. I thought ‘Usnavi’ would be funny.

You dumped the box on top of a stack that had accumulated in your empty kitchen. It was going to take ages to unpack it all, you reasoned, and replied to Lin instead.

To: Usnavi (10:01)

Yeah- just unpacking, actually. But I back up Groffsauce, sorry :/

Your stomach growled and you sighed, resigning yourself to the endless search for your cutlery and plates. At least you hadn’t brought a lot to New York- your apartment wasn’t that big.

When you found your plates- in the last box you checked, naturally- you realised you didn’t actually have any food and headed out to grab something from the corner store.

From: Usnavi (10:41)

I am betrayed! Need any help?

You laughed and texted back your thanks, but turned down his offer. You were a tired mess and not ready for social contact- hopefully the texting wouldn’t stop.

--

It didn’t. You and Lin texted frequently over the next weeks. Sometimes he would send you pictures of him in costumes or use you as backup for his latest debate with the cast. You, in turn, sent him absurd quotes from your office and the occasional meme.

Your new job in New York wasn’t much better than the old one, but you didn’t mind so long as you were getting to text Lin.

--

Almost a month later, while you were out shopping, your phone buzzed. You didn’t think anything of it and left your phone in your bag while you grabbed more milk and some frozen peas to stick in the freezer.

It was only when you had got home and sorted your food into the cupboards and fridge that you remembered the notifications and unlocked your phone.

From: Usnavi (14:02)

Maybe we could finish that conversation in person today?

From: Usnavi (14:05)

Jasmine told me not to double text and to “be cool”

You laughed and hastily typed back a yes, asking if he wanted to come over. Your apartment was a mess, but nothing a quick clean couldn’t solve. By the time you had found your vacuum cleaner he had replied suggesting you met him at the Richard Rogers instead.

Is this a date? you asked yourself. You knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up but, completely independent of your awe of him, Lin was cute and you had to admit that you had a crush on him.

You grabbed your keys and your bag and headed out, practically buzzing with excitement. 

--

When you arrived, Lin was already there. He had two coffee cups in his hands and Jonathan Groff at his side. You took a deep breath and headed over. 

“Hi,” you smiled, “I see you got us coffee already?”

“Yup!” he handed you one, “I guessed at what you liked.” Seeing you looking at Groff, he hastily introduced you and you tried not to look too starstruck.

You took a sip of the coffee and were pleasantly surprised- it was pretty much as you liked it. “Well guessed,” you told Lin warmly. “Are we staying here?”

Lin looked suddenly unsure. “There’s a playground near the corner of West 43rd and 9th Avenue-”

“Sounds perfect,” you said and some of his nervousness dissipated. Groff waved the two of you off and headed back inside the theatre. “Do you have a show tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said, “It’s nice to take an afternoon off ever so often.”

“Take time to run wild,” you teased, “and take the girls you meet at bar karaokes out to playgrounds.”

He blushed and you laughed, almost unconsciously reaching for his hand. He let you and you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat. “It’s not much,” he explained as you rounded the corner, “but I bring mi sobrino here sometimes.”

The playground was relatively empty- you supposed most schools must still be in session. You followed Lin to a bench at the edge of the area and sat down. You watched a little girl try to climb up the slide, slipping a little every time she took a step.

“What do you dream of doing?” Lin asked after a minute. You frowned, then remembered your comment about legacies in the bar. 

You shrugged. “I want to make a difference,” you admitted, “but I don’t know how.” An ambulance shrieked past, siren wailing.

“You should come and work with me.”

“What?” you turned to look at Lin, frowning.

He laughed at your confusion. “Work at the theatre- you can sing, you live nearby, and,” he smirked, “you have connections.”

“I do?” you asked, pretending to think about it.

It worked, and Lin looked insulted. “Me! I mean me.”

You snorted and patted him on the shoulder, “I know.” After another moment’s silence you added, quietly, “You’d do that?”

“Of course,” Lin told you, reaching for your hand again. You set down your coffee cup and leaned in for a hug. For a minute, he didn’t respond and you panicked, pulling away cause you were just friends- but then he pulled you back and you relaxed into his embrace.

“I would love that,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“What?” he queried.

You moved away, ignoring the heat rushing to your cheeks and the spike in your heart rate. “I said I’d love that,” you repeated, and Lin beamed. Grabbing your coffee cup you lifted it into the air. “Raise a glass?”

He laughed and raised his cup to tap against yours. “To new beginnings?” he suggested. 

You nodded. “To new beginnings.”

Lin started to hum The Story of Tonight as you took a sip of your coffee, unable to stop smiling. You looked at the man beside you and sympathised with Eliza- he really did make you feel helpless.

--

[dionadaiir]

5 foot 5 inchs!

Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine!

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[dionadaiir]

[APPROVAL] + Keeping the aforementioned absconded blanket

Send [ APPROVAL ] + (a decision that your muse is making), and I'll tell you whether the action GAINS approval from my muse, LOSES approval from my muse, or if approval is left UNCHANGED. ♡

accepting @iriysse

[ Eden Slightly Disapproves ]

[dionadaiir]

 📐+ 5'5"

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[dionadaiir]

👤 + Rhaenys

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accepting @unbeleveable

𝑨 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬. He crossed his arms as he dwelled on Rhaenys for a moment. 

❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. ❞ 

[dionadaiir]

🔥🔥

send me a 🔥 and i'll tell you one thing my muse finds attractive about yours

accepting @dalishflame

❝ 𝐘𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞! ❞

[dionadaiir]

♡ xoxo

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

accepting @enregards

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[dionadaiir]

❛ don't stop. please, don't stop. ❜

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

accepting @nightmdic

Eden grinned at Marie's declaration. He had no intention of stopping...

A large, calloused hand had pinned Marie's slender wrists above her head while the other gripped her thigh in a firm grip. He held her there as his hips bucked relentlessly into her. His cock filled her completely, and he loved the feeling of her womanhood gripping him like a vice.

❝Aye, lass, wouldna dream oof it, ah love yer voice too much. ❞ He teased as he kept the pace. A feral smile spread across his freckled face. He watched her become undone by his cock and a swelling of pride thrummed in his chest.

Leaning in, his lips trailed sharp kisses across her bare skin, his teeth nipping the succulent skin and leaving a love bite. He did this several times to her neck over her throat and down to her chest. She deserved a little souvenir. He peppered softer kisses over her breasts, and took one into his mouth, he suckled for a moment; his tongue batting the nipple playfully before sitting up and lifting her leg to get a better angle. His thrusts began to quicken.

❝Marie~❞ he hummed as if her name was a song. He watched her face contort with pleasure.

❝ Come fer me, lass, look at ye, beautiful, absolutely bonny. ❞ He hummed between grunts and moans.

❝ Such a sweet woman ye are. ❞

[dionadaiiraaa]

Nightmares & Sleeping Meme

accepting @itsalcngstory sent: “I broke the lock. You were screaming.” (From ash!)

Suffocating, dank chambers, the sting of the cat o ' nine tails against his back as he spoke the mantra again through cracked lips. Darkness, complete darkness. Shadow cloaked him in fear and reverence. Another lash, warmth dripping down his back. Worshipping in red. Follow the moon's arrow. Speak the mantra, words shaken in fear and faith. Nyth...Nyth...Nyth...

Choke on the fealty of the moon god. Let his spear find his target.

Merrick woke with a start upon hearing something move in his inn room. He instantly went to grab his lance. He paused, however, upon hearing Ash's voice.

Citrine colored eyes shot to her visage, his jaw tightening as his eyes fixated on her.

" Was I? " He asked, his voice guttural and hoarse. He sat up completely and frowned.

" So you came running, did you? What is a five-foot-nothing going to do against a nightmare? "

[dionadaiiraaa]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .

accepting @bezanturian sent: sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse .

The tieflings were partying it up. Eden had spent the morning before cooking up a storm for the party and he was glad to see it was a success. However, by the time the party came and everyone was in the throes of fun and dancing brought by drink and good company; Eden was growing a little restless.

Though, Rhaenys looked absolutely stunning as she always did. It had to be the way her hair seemed to glisten like starlight. He had settled beside her, chatting for hours about everything which eventually led him to whisper sweet nothings in her ear and plant a few affectionate kisses to her hand.

When she eventually departed into the forest just outside camp, Eden waited a while before following. There was eagerness in his steps as the cacophony of drunken singing grew quieter and quieter. Soon, it was a dull noise and Eden knew they were far away from camp to have some privacy.

Then he saw her there. He felt his heart flutter with happiness as he wasted no time in scooping her up into his burly arms and embracing her happily.

❝ Ello, Darling. ❞ He nearly purred into her ear and nuzzled her face into the side of her neck.

❝ Did ye enjoy the party? You've earned some respite. ❞ he hummed happily.

❝ Ma nighean gruagach... ❞ he mused. ❝ Star haired girl. ❞

[dionadaiiraaa]

Smash or pass for levi hehehehe

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

accepting @raisedcold

❝ Aye, ah'd smash ye like ye smash that metal, mate. Yer a bonny man. ❞

[dionadaiiraaa]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

accepting @bezanturian

❝ Smash, definitely smash! ❞

[dionadaiiraaa]

😍 from a certain necromancer :)

Send 😍 if your muse finds mine ATTRACTIVE.

accepting @bhrathair

" Right back at ye, sweets." Eden cooed as a bright smile spread across his freckled face.

[dionadaiiraaa]

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OMMGGGG THAT MEANS SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING TOO.

Send me a ♚ if you like my writing

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