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moonlightazriel · 6 months

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Chapter 1: Falling through the stars /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: When the four forces of nature are used at the same time in different places, their power resonates through the universe, connecting all of them together

Word Count: 3,1K

Warnings: Mentions of war, injuries and blood.

Notes: Welcome to the first official chapter of this weird crossover that came up in my mind, obviously this contains spoilers of both acotar and throne of glass, maybe a little crescent city spoilers but who cares? hehheheh

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Too much blood, so much that the metallic scent was making Nesta’s head spin. She watched the eerily silent baby in Morrigan’s arms, Rhysand’s pale face as he grasped his mate’s body. The silent plea in those violet eyes for someone to do something, anything to bring them back to him.

All the wasted chances of apologising for years of abandonment, for letting her fourteen year old sister wander scared and alone in those cold woods, for letting her be taken to this world the first time, for allowing her back and for all the resentment Nesta felt towards herself crossed her mind. She never told Feyre how proud she was for everything she had become. A warrior, a High Lady, a mother.

With a last glance towards the nephew she wanted to hold, the one she wanted to tell stories, the one she wanted to see grow and become a great leader just like his parents. The baby who had so much to live for, the baby who just needed a chance of a better life.

It was for them and for them only that Nesta invoked that ancient power, prickling against her fingertips as she held the harp, the other two troves cold against her face and heavy against her head. And it was for them that she used them, no fear consuming her body, just the wish of saving her sister. And with that, Nesta stopped the time.

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The universe felt as that wave of power crashed against the horn, and the other three troves sang in answer to that powerful call. A profane melody resonating throughout the stars, enveloping different worlds with its song. The females didn’t know what they had done, two strangers using the four items in unison, their power echoing, ripping the folds of space and time open.

The gaps started to form, growing in places long forgotten, lands no one has ever heard about, all of them connected by the troves. Alluring and calling like a siren song, the most curious beings crossed it, falling in between the worlds, just small glimpses of the vastitude of the universe they never dared to study about.

And it was through one of these gaps, staining the night sky of the Witch Kingdom in a bright light, that Y/N Blackbeak and Meraxes, her black wyvern fell. The winds roared, like an agonising screech trying to stop her, like they knew something she didn’t. Like they knew she would never return home.

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When she woke up that morning, rubbing her eyes and jumping out of the bed to start her day, she had no idea what was about to happen. After the war and all the centuries of damage in their home, the witches, both Ironteeth and Crochans working together, had a lot to do.

Everyday she would force her body out of the bed, keep going on autopilot ever since everything she loved was ripped away from her. She tried hard to keep going, like Asterin would’ve wanted her to, be there for Manon, like Asterin would. But Asterin wasn’t there anymore, she would never return with that grin of hers, never see the progress they made and the union of her people. Asterin was gone and she was left behind to try to mend her broken heart.

She blinked the tears away, resting her forehead against the cold tiles of her bathroom, the hot water making the skin of her back turn red. The burning sensation grounding her when the memories flooded her mind like a river. The sadness in her heart was an unwanted guest.

Asterin flew by her, a smirk on her face as her yellow eyes landed on her younger sister, Y/N atop Meraxes felt, deep within the heart that she didn’t even know she had. She looked in horror as the Thirteen aimed for the witch tower, their wyverns clearing the way for Asterin, she jumped from Narene, landing in the middle of the tower.

Y/N couldn’t see, but she tried to reach for her sister, reach for the only person that ever loved her, reach for that sisterly bond that lied within her soul ever since Asterin chose to keep Y/N under her wing, to train her and teach her what her duty was. Asterin, who despite everything they have been taught, chose to love Y/N like she was family.

Meraxes was tired, tired of fighting and flying, but she forced him to go to the Tower, to save Asterin. But she was too slow and too late, the light coming from the tower wasn’t dark, it was the purest shade of white, so bright that her vision got blurry, the impact sending her and the wyvern flying backwards, with such force that they hit the ground with a loud thud. Where the tower and the Thirteen once were, nothing stood.

Y/N wiped the blue blood that streamed above her eyes, a loud roar forming in the back of her throat, rumbling through her bones, she threw her head up, her lips parting as she roared to the skies, Meraxes roaring with her. Crying it was a weakness, witches didn’t cry, but Y/N braced herself, ignoring her arm bending in a wrong angle, the pain in her sliced face, thanks to a Yellowlegs that jumped on her and tried to slash her face open.

And she cried, cried and cried on that battlefield, cried as she got back on her feet, cried as she ripped a part of her riding leathers, wrapping her broken arm tightly against her body, branding her sword and marching towards the battle again. She would be strong, Asterin wouldn’t want her to give up. She would fight to protect what Asterin believed. She would fight for a better world, and die for it if she had to.

She fought until exhaustion, her body collapsing on the dirty ground. Claws caged her, lifting her from the ground, she gritted her teeth as pure agony flashed from her arm, her face was completely numb at this point and she fought to keep her eyes open. She blacked out when Meraxes reached the walls that kept Orynth intact, his claws letting her go, her body hitting the floor and rolling to the side.

Hafiza found her, ordering that other healers carry her bruised body inside. But her wounds were deeper than the ones marking her skin.

She allowed her tears to fall, mixing with the water, where no one could see her. An hour later she was wearing her riding gear, the red cloak hanging from her neck, part of the official uniform they had to use, to symbolise the union.

The witches watched her as she walked towards the Queen’s council room, as her wingleader and responsible for the remaining wyverns, she was always present in the morning meetings. As everything the Valg made was destroyed after Erawan died, they wondered how the wyverns belonging to the witches that decided to fight for Aelin Galathynius still remained, concluding that they were tied to this land by the bonds shared between them and their riders, not by the Valgs anymore.

“Good Morning.” Manon Blackbeak greeted, her commanders just nodded their heads in greetens to their queen. “How are the wyverns in the Ferian Gap?” The heads of the witches present turned to her, she held her head high at the sight of the eyes lingering in her scar.

“They’re being trained, I shall fly there today to see their progress, but I'm sure that soon they will be big enough to bond witches.” The queen nodded, her red lips smiling warmly at her, Manon was trying hard to be the best version of herself, the one her Thirteen believed she was before they sacrificed themselves for her.

“I’ll go with you. I want to see them too.” And Y/N wondered if that sudden interest of going too wasn’t because it was weeks since she saw a certain handsome King in Adarlan.

“Yes, my queen.” She dipped her chin in a silent bow of her head. Turning her mind off as the meeting kept going. Playing with her claws, scraping slowly the surface of the table, watching as faint lines marked into the wood. The morning meetings were boring as fuck.

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“Good boy.” She scratched the wyvern’s chin, the animal shaking its tail like he was just a very big dog. No wonder Meraxes and Abraxos were really good friends, they were two gigantic puppies, with mortal claws and teeth, just like her.

“You want to place a bet that these two will wait for us in a flower field?” Manon asked, the two females walked towards the entry of Ferian a few hours later. Y/N laughed, the skin of her scar pulling a bit as she did so.

“It’s not even something debatable anymore, those flowers sniffling addicts.” Manon smiled.

“You remind me of her.” The white haired witch blurted and Y/N came to a stop.

“We do not even look alike.” She tried to joke, with shoulder length light brown hair, dark blue eyes and the slightly more tanned skin, she couldn’t be any more different from Asterin, but she knew what Manon meant and she didn’t wanted to think about it, even if the witch just felt the need to speak it outloud.

“You could be twins.” She joked, but her expression turned to a serious one very quickly. “You have the heart just as good as hers was, and that’s where you two are equals to me.” She didn’t answer, the tears too heavy to carry. Manon didn’t demand a response when Y/N stopped, leaving the younger witch alone for a bit.

The Ferian Gap was as it usually was, damp and smelling like wyvern shit. The animals roared and flew around in the pit. Witches trained them and fed them. Not a single one chained, all of them free to go but they chose to stay. The younglings were still learning how to fly while the elders tried to teach them how, it was honestly really cute. She was leaning against a wall, Manon’s words still replaying themselves in her head, when a different scent filled her nostrils.

“Aelin’s delivery boy, what a pleasure to see you again.” She spoke, not even turning back to know that Fenrys Moonbeam was walking behind her, he let out a low chuckle.

“And here I was thinking I was an ambassador.” He stopped by her side. Eying the witch up and down, recognizing the grief lacing her features.

“Just a fancy name, I like to call it what it really is, delivery boy.” She snickered and Fenrys rolled his eyes.

“I hate you.” He nudged her with his elbow, his braid moving behind his back as he did it.

“Yeah yeah, mean witch and shit, I know that.” The male chuckled and she turned face to face with him. “What do you need?” After the war, she and Fenrys had grown really close, working together as Ambassadors for both of their queens. Wingleader her ass, Manon used her to gather resources and talk to important people.

“Actually, Aelin sent me here cuz she apparently has a very important meeting with the ladies of her court.” She knew what this meant, it was Aelin’s way to gather her friends and make sure they were alive.

“Am I invited this time?” She joked.

“Unfortunately no, but can I invite you for some beers?” He was the closest friend she had now.

“I would love to. Are you free to have one in the Witch Kingdom?” The male nodded.

“Just need to do my job real quick.”

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Fenrys held her waist, she could feel his shaking body against her back, caging her between him and the saddle. She smirked as she turned slightly to him.

“Can’t I go by foot?” He asked and she giggled.

“Too far away. You’re stuck with us, Meraxes will behave.” She promised and Fenrys nodded. She could feel his tense body during the three hour flight, the male squeezed his eyes shut, if that’s what Rowan had to deal with in his animal form, he was glad to be stuck as a wolf. Being that far away from the ground was a big no for him.

The wyvern landed, and Fenrys more than happily slid down his leg, grounding himself and thanking the Gods he was still alive.

“Are you alright?” She sounded genuinely concerned, but when he turned to her, he saw that smirk. “A certain Lord of Perranth would love to know about this.” Fenrys pretended to be hurt.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He started to follow her towards the tavern.

“Someone has to help that poor dude, with you and your queen constantly mocking him.” Fenrys held the door open for her, following her to a more secluded table.

“He deserves it.” He defended himself. “The usual?” The witch nodded, and he went to the counter ordering their drinks.

“How are you?” She asked, and Fenrys watched as a trickle of blood ran down her chin.

“I’m better, really.” He sighed. “How are you?”

“I’ve seen better days.” She joked, downing the goblet of blood in one go. “But I will be fine.” And for her sake, Fenrys hoped that she was right.

“I don’t know how you do that.” He changed the subject and the witch raised an eyebrow, the scar going up too with the move. “The blood, I mean.” He scrunched his nose.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” She raised the goblet in his direction but he knew she was asking for another round.

The two sat there, for hours, talking. The sky was pitch black and the stars shone bright in the sky. He was telling a story about some drunk fae wanting to pet him when a witch burst through the door. Her cheeks were red and her cloak followed her like a river of blood.

“Bronwen needs you and your alliance to check something up, it’s important.” She stated, when Manon was away, it was her cousin that took care of things for her alongside Petrah Blueblood. Y/N turned to Fenrys, opening her mouth to apologise.

“Go do your duty, delivery girl.” He joked and she flipped him off, following the witch outside and whistling loudly to call Meraxes.

She was in the air before the witch had the chance to get on top of her broom. Flying towards the castle, where her alliance waited for her. She slid down, her feet hitting the ground with a loud thud. She glanced at Shearah, her second in command.

“What’s wrong?” She demanded, the witch locked eyes with her.

“The witches saw a gap to the west, they don’t know what it is, but we can hear its call.” Y/N focused her hearing, like a faint whisper being carried by the wind, she could hear, calling, lulling, inviting them to see what was waiting for them on the other side.

“Let’s go.” She adjusted her sword behind her back, hidden by the cloak, and the dagger resting against her thigh. Mounting Meraxes again, she was running towards the gap, following the melody.

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The gap wasn’t that big, just a few inches, a slit like a snake eye looking at her, daylight peeked through it, interrupting the darkness in the sky. She had never seen something like this before. A chill ran down her spine.

“Stay behind!” She warned, the alliance forming a wall behind her.

She got closer, the thing looked like it was getting smaller by the second, she clicked her jaw, iron teeth covering her real ones, and her claws emerged from the tips of her fingers. Ready to attack in case something dared to cross. Just a closer look

The wind stopped its song, she couldn’t hear it anymore. The terrified faces of her alliance were the last thing she saw before she was sucked into the gap, watching with horror the night sky fading as it closed. She felt like she was falling, clutching the reins in the saddle with an iron grip. Her voice lost in the folds of space as she screamed. Falling, falling and falling.

Until everything stopped, and she was dangling upside down, the parts of the saddle that held her in place caging her in, forcing against her skin, bruising the flash. Meraxes had fallen to the side, and she groaned as her head started to pound. She was struggling to get out of the saddle, but as she did, her body hit the floor. Pain started to appear from the point she had fallen on top of a rock and she huffed in annoyance.

She circled Meraxes, slapping its leathery nose, the wyvern was still breathing and she released the air she was holding, he opened its eyes, golden eyes meeting hers and she was never more thankful to see those big eyes curiously scanning her.

The wyvern slowly got up, pulling her closer with a wing. She looked around, removing the pellicule that covered her eyes as she flew, a city was standing nearby, mountains surrounding it, the sight was quite beautiful but all she could wonder was. Where the FUCK she was?

Things got even more confused when she heard the sound of steps against the fluff grass. Meraxes growled at the strangers approaching her. Stones shone in the two of them, one red and one blue.

“What the fuck?” The male with the red stones yelled, his sword looking like a foolish attempt to protect himself from the really long teeth and sharp claws of the beast in front of him. She reached for her sword, armed and ready to attack. She was about to jump on them when they got closer and she could see their faces now.

The air was knocked out of her lungs and she wondered if she had gone insane, the achingly familiar face looked at her, the male was tall, beautiful big wings spread across his back, his hazel eyes studied her, trying to distinguish where to attack the threat. She felt like she knew him, her heart exclaiming that yes, she did know him, but her brain didn’t remember him, it wasn’t ready to remember him just yet. She shook her head and fixed her instance, the two stopped at the sight of her teeth glowing in the sun, ready to rip their skin apart.

“Where am I?” The female snarled and the beast behind her furiously stared at them, ready to rip them to shreds.

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 2 months

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

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

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rowaelinsdaughter · 9 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER I

a/n;; everybody, this is HAPPENING OMG!!!! this is going to be my first story and this is my first fic with my OC (read the information here). this fic is written in 3rd person so there is no use of "you".

i was thinking and maybe im going to write fics using my oc, as i said in my post of the OC, i want to improve, i want to change, i want new things, new experiences... and this is my first step. so i hope u guys enjoy this. (reblogs are appreciated and this doesnt mean im not going to write character x reader, my requests are still open)

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, mentions of death

manon blackbeak was eager to come back. she has been hunting crochans for weeks and finally, she reached a cottage in the north of fenharrow and now, she was prepared for blood. hiding in the closet, she listened to the three men that had broken in.

she heard them open the door to the room.

“come out, little crochan,” one of them said.

with their backs to the closet, manon slipped out and quietly closed the bedroom door.

“wrong kind of witch.”

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the moon was up in the sky when ayla moonsinger approached the cliff where a certain moon-white haired witch was waiting. she looked how her hair danced with the wind and by the pose, she knew manon was enjoying the wind. knew there were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.

step by step, she got closer to her figure until her arms were hugging manons waist, feeling them a smile appeared on her face, one that never allowed to show in front of the matron… or anyone except for the thirteen. her coven. she twisted around to face ayla and took her face between her hands.

hazel eyes and golden eyes looked at each other. looked into their souls.

“hello witchling” manon purred.

ayla leaned her forehead until they were touching. manon was the first one who initiated the kiss. their hands explored each other's bodies while their mouths were a mix of teeth, lips and tongues. ayla was the first one who broke the kiss first, caressing her cheek, manon left kisses on her neck making ayla laugh with delightment.

“manon, your grandmother is coming here soon…”

“let me feel you, i haven't seen you in months”

“i know… i missed you too”

a low whistle sounded from behind and manon snarled, ayla turned around and found asterin leaned on a tree, a smirk displayed on her beautiful face and her braid falled down her shoulder.

“calm down you wolf, it's only asterin.”

manon rolled her eyes and left a kiss on her cheek. if asterin was here that meant the rest of the coven was also here… and the blackbeak matron would be here anytime soon.

they were all positioned when the matron arrived. voluminous midnight robes flowed around her with the wind. the memories flooded her mind like it was yesterday.

her parents dead. her screaming. the matron slapping her face. “you’re coming with me”. her first day, week, month, year. the anniversary of their parents. the old houses of terrasen honoring her house, honoring the last member of the family… her. her first crochan. her first kill.

she hated her. hated the way she was and the way she treated everyone, specially manon and the thirteen. and she hated how she needed to act to survive. because that was not what she learned, she wasnt that way. she wasn't cold hearted, she wasn't cruel. there wasn't a day in which she didn't regret the person she was sometimes. what would my parents think about me? she usually asked herself, and in the long nights where she was hunting, in the nights she couldn't sleep next to her mate, she looked to the stars and searched for the lord of the north and mourned a family, a city, long forgotten.

two hours passed until the matron got out of the caravan where she had talked with a duke. “we are leaving now,” the matron said. manon jerked her chin to the thirteen and they fell in line, ayla between asterin and sorrel. “you two will protect her with your life, is that clear?” and that was 100 years ago. a lifetime now that the magic was gone.

ayla watched manon and her grandmother talk. about what? she didn't want to hear it.

when the matron was gone, ayla and the thirteen approached manon, the first one caressing her lovers back.

“apparently, the king needs riders. wyvern riders for his cavalry” her smile was wicked “we are traveling north”

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danikamariewrites · 1 year

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Could we get some Manon x a very sick reader 🥱

Just The Sniffles

Manon x reader

A/n: I live for soft Manon

Warnings: none

You had woken up alone this morning. As you sat up and the covers fell off you, you started shivering so hard your teeth chattered. Then you feel that odd change in the back of your throat. That achey feeling that comes with being sick. You start coughing so hard your eyes water and your nose starts to run.

Giving up on getting out of bed you lay back. You decided to stay in bed today. You just had to send a messenge to Manon before you fell asleep again.

Manon walked with Asterin to the grand dining room for lunch. As they take their seats Manon keeps talking about new flight exercises and what courtiers would be at the ball in Adarlan. On instinct, Manon reaches for your hand.

She’s confused as to why you’re not there. You two always have lunch together. Manon looks to her cousin, “Where is she?”

"Y/n is sick. I went to check on her this morning and she told me she was just going to stay in bed." Manon practically snarled from anger. She hated being left out of the loop, especially when it came to you.

Manon suddenly stood making Asterin jump. As she made her way to you bedroom Manon picked up her pace practically sprinting and almsot breaking down the door.

She stopped short as her eyes landed on you. You were sitting up against the headboard surrounded by pillows. A mug of soup cupped between your hands resting on your chest. You stared back at Manon with a small smile.

"Hi babe. What's wrong?" Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe you were so casual right now. "You're sick. And you didn't tell me." Manon's worried face was so cute you were trying so hard not to giggle. She quickly walks over to your side of the bed standing next to you.

With the back of her hand she starts feeling your forehead and cheeks. “You feel warm. What are your symptoms.” You pull her hand away from you while still balancing your soup. “Manon, I’m fine. It’s just the sniffles. I’ll be perfect tomorrow.”

The witch queen rolls her eyes at you. “But for now it’s today and you will let me take care of you.” You roll your eyes back at her sighing out, “Fine.” Your tone playful and sarcastic. Manon gives you a look that says don’t push her and you give her a toothy grin back.

“Can I have more soup please?” She takes the monstrous mug from you. “Of course, anything else for the patient?” You tap your fingers on your stomach, biting your lower lip in thought. “Will you stay in bed with me?” Manon leans down to peck your forehead. “Of course. I wouldn’t leave when you’re sick, love.”

When Manon comes back she’s balancing a tray full of things. Your new serving of soup is accompanied by tea, water, bread, a stack of cloths, and a pastry in case you wanted something sweet. Manon takes the cloths into the bathroom, soaking one with cold water and resting it on your forehead.

You knew you weren’t sick enough for Manon to be doing all of this but you weren’t going to stop her. It was sweet and rare that she took care of anyone like this. Besides, you liked the attention from your girlfriend.

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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I am thinking of sitting on Manon or the thirteen’s (and Petrah’s) faces on this fine evening like-

It would definitely range from rough and overstimulating to soft and sweet but still overstimulating, you’re not walking out without wobbly legs

Just imagine being the Thirteen’s plaything. 😫

They keep you safe, provide food, shelter etc. And in return, you’re their toy. To use as they see fit. Though Manon keeps a tighter grip on your leash than the rest, wanting to have you to herself. But there isn’t a night where you’re not trembling and whimpering from the pleasure they bestow to your body.

Especially on a night like that. Having you move between them, planting your wet cunt on their faces, allowing the witches to feast on their favourite meal. Seeing how long you can last before you can no longer hold yourself upright. The rest would swoop in to help, of course.

Hands roam your body, you can’t keep up with whom they belong to. They leave taunting and teasing touches to your exposed skin. Nimble fingers tweak and tug your nipples before mouths are replacing them, biting and sucking your sensitive peaks. You can tell it’s Vesta from the way she swiftly flicks her tongue over your nipple, loves the sounds the action pulls from yours lips. Swollen and wet from the countless times your mouth has clashed with another.

With a whine, your head drops to Sorrel’s shoulder as Asterin continues to ravish your cunt from beneath you. Your hips rock against her mouth, sensitivity aside, you still want more. From the gleam her eyes, you know she’s getting off on how you’re grinding shamelessly against her tongue. You wish you could bury your fingers in her hair, tug on the golden locks. Yet your hands were bound behind your back the moment your cloak was stripped from you. The only clothing you’re allowed to wear in their presence.

Now with your head leaning against Sorrel. You’re giving Manon perfect access to that pretty neck of yours. She bites, licks, marks. Mumbling against your skin as those iron nails run ever so gently down the expanse of your throat. Freezing against the warmth seeping from you. You can’t help but whimper. Manon grins, continuing her exploration of your throat, her words drowning out the sweet praise coming from one of the other witches. You’re only focused on Manon’s voice as she taunts her kitten for breaking so easily.

I will forever be upset that this isn’t the life i’m living

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throneofsapphics · 1 year

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poly

POLY!ROWAELIN POLY!MANORIAN POLY!ELORCAN

single

AELIN ASTERIN MANON ELIDE ROWAN LORCAN GAVRIEL NEXT GEN

multi/mix n' match

MANON x READER x ASTERIN

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

ASTERIN x READER x ELIDE

cinnamon

LORCAN/FENRYS/ROWAN x READER

the arrangement*

LORCAN & FENRYS x READER

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shadowdaddies · 10 months

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It would be so cute if Manon hisses and snaps at anyone who talks to her gf because she’s so protective but only feels okay if the thirteen do it. She only thinks her gf is safe if she or the thirteen are around. She smiles when she sees the thirteen make her gf smile and giggle

DO YOUR MAGIC

Roar of the Wind

Manon x Reader fluff

Your boots crunched against the hay as Manon led you through the wyvern warrens, a possessive hand wrapped around your waist. The smell of the large beasts permeated the air, and you subtly brought the sleeve of your shirt to cover your nose to keep from gagging.

Manon gave you a sidelong glance, a soft laugh escaping her at your thinly veiled distaste. You passed by a stall where a Yellowlegs witch was feeding her wyvern, the rust-colored beast giving a pleased hum as it licked its chops. You giggled at the smile that seemed to show on the creature’s face, causing the Yellowlegs witch to turn and give you a smile. She opened her mouth to say something, shutting it quickly and backing away when Manon hissed at her, staring daggers as her arm tightened around your waist.

You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your amusement, your hand moving to find Manon’s on your waist, interlocking your fingers with hers. Pride flashed across her features, the witch queen standing slightly taller as you reached Abraxos’s stall. The wyvern bumped his gray snout against you, nearly knocking you over with the force as his chest rumbled in demand for pets.

Manon rolled her eyes, patting the beast’s neck as she maneuvered past him to grab the saddle. You heard a squeal of excitement before arms wrapped around your middle and you were pulled back into a fierce hug. Your head whipped to where Manon stood, half-expecting the iron nails to rip the person to shreds, but Manon just smiled as Vesta pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi, lovely!” she exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she let you go, her red hair blowing behind her in the wind.

“Look who it is!” Asterin said, coming up to you as she slung one arm around your shoulders, the other around Vesta’s.

“Hey Ster,” you greeted softly, relaxing into her touch as Manon smiled at the three of you. “We’re just going for a flight on Abraxos.”

Vesta and Asterin exchanged a glance before smirking at Manon. “Is this an exclusive, romantic flight, or might we join as well?” Vesta teased.

Manon shot her a playful glare, looking back and forth between the witches as if she were deciding whether it was worth putting up with them. You gave a slight nod of approval, smiling as Manon sighed in resignation. “Alright, you can come with us.”

Vesta and Asterin left to mount each of their own wyverns, leaving you with Manon and Abraxos. Pressing a kiss to Manon’s cheek, you leapt into the saddle behind her, ready for flight. “I’ll make sure we get some time alone once we’re home,” you promised, pressing a kiss below her ear, reveling in the blush that crossed her cheeks just before Abraxos took off.

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queentala · 3 years

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MASTERLIST (update: 27th of August)

Multi-character (x reader)

Random headcanons

Rowan Whitethorn x reader

Rowan bedroom headcanons 🔥

After pain, always comes comfort

For you, everything

My world

Lorcan Salvaterre x reader

Lorcan bedroom headcanons 🔥

Death and Mist

Smut 🔥

Gavriel x reader

Gavriel bedroom headcanons 🔥

Rules (small addition to bedroom headcanons ⬆️) 🔥

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Fenrys bedroom headcanons 🔥(rewritten)

Being mates with Fenrys headcanons

Can you just fuck off? No.

Wounded puppy

The fountain (Fenrys x Dorian x reader)

Make me be your dumb little kitten 🔥

Aedion Ashryver x reader

Aedion’s Property

Dorian Havilliard x reader

The fountain (Fenrys x Dorian x reader)

Manon Blackbeak x reader

“Lovely” evening and sexy talk

Poly relationship with Manon and Asterin headcanons

Sleepy witchlings and soft blankets (Manon x reader x Asterin)

Asterin Blackbeak x reader

Poly relationship with Manon and Asterin headcanons

Sleepy witchlings and soft blankets (Manon x reader x Asterin)

Ruhn Danaan x reader

Dating Ruhn headcanons

Cassian x reader

Little moments like this

Hunt Athalar x reader

Calories

Poly relationship with:

Manon and Azriel

Lidia and Amren

Gavriel and Rowan

Fenrys and Aedion

Elide and Yrene

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zoyaofthegardvn · 2 years

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would u write a oneshot(or headcanons) abt manon like punishing elide😳? its cause i read your fic jealousy jealousy (which was amazing btw) and i got curios lol. luv u🥰

Bad Kitty

A/N: I LOVE THIS IDEA! Omg Jealousy, Jealousy was def one of my favorite imagines I've written, so I'd love to explore the dynamic I set up in that a bit more! Thanks so much for the kind words and the request, anon! <3

CW: Smut! 18+ plz! The sex in this is quite rough, so be warned!

The door hasn't even finished fully slamming shut before Manon's pushing Elide up against it, her back making harsh contact with the wood.

Elide doesn't complain, though, knowing she's in deep shit already.

Manon snarls, her pointed teeth bared at her lover. "Are you fucking insane, Elide?"

Elide gives her an innocent glance, a mere shrug of her shoulders. There is no talking her way out of this one.

Manon hisses at the lack of an answer. "Flirting with that gods damned brute, right in front of me. Are you serious?"

Elide resists the urge to roll her eyes, knowing she'd just make it worse for herself. "I wasn't flirting Manon, we were just catching up."

Manon laughs, but it's dry and humorless. Her grip on Elide's arms tightens, and she brings one hand up to wrap around Elide's neck. "Don't play dumb, kitty. I'm not an idiot."

"I never said that, Man-"

"Quiet!" Manon snaps. "Lorcan, that piece of shit, comes to visit, and suddenly it's like I, your fucking girlfriend, doesn't even exist!"

Elide pouts at that, but she lets Manon continue.

"Everyone knows he had a thing for you, and he knows we're together now! He knows that! But you let him flirt with you, and y-you touched his fucking arm! And laughed at his stupid jokes! And you batted your damn eyelashes like some innocent little mortal girl!"

This time, Elide can't help but roll her eyes. Manon has always been jealous, but truthfully, Elide thinks she's overreacting. Yes, Lorcan had been flirty. And okay, maybe Elide had played into it a bit. But only because of how distant Manon gets when the Witch Lands have visitors. She's all strictly business, and Elide tends to feel a bit needy when Manon acts like they aren't dating.

"You did not just roll your eyes at me," Manon seethes, tightening her grip on Elide's throat.

Elide huffs, a bit difficult to do with Manon's hand around her neck, and she pouts her lip, knowing that always gets Manon going. "Well, I can't help it if I appreciated the attention Manon, it's like we're not even together when we have visitors. No one else acts like tha-"

"So that's what this is about?" Manon leans closer into Elide, her hot breath fanning over her face. "You're such a little fucking brat, you can't stand when my attention is off of you for a few damn hours? When we're supposed to be talking to diplomatic guests about very serious fucking topics?"

Elide goes to protest, but Manon isn't done.

"I try to be professional in front of our visitors, and you act out because you're so gods damned spoiled. I would have brought you back to our room right after, and fucked you like I know you wanted me to. But I don't think you deserve it."

Elide furrows her eyebrows. Yes, she wanted Manon to fuck her. She wanted Manon to make love to her. She wanted several orgasms tonight, and she wanted Manon to use her as she pleased for her own pleasure. Yes, Manon will certainly use her tonight, but she doubts she'll be getting any satisfaction out of it.

Manon steps away from her, releasing her hold on her throat and arm. "No, I think that tonight, you deserve to be punished. Brats need to be put in their place. Do you agree?"

When Elide doesn't answer, just stares at her with that pouty, angry look, Manon snaps at her, "I said, do you agree?"

Slowly, Elide nods. "Yes Manon, I deserve to be punished."

Manon grunts her approval, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "Good. Now strip, then come lay over my lap."

Elide sighs. She hadn't particularly been in the mood to be spanked, but she knows she deserves it for how she acted.

She reaches behind her back, pulling the laces of her dress until it's loose. She pulls it from her arms, and then lets it fall, pushing it over her hips until it pools at her feet. Manon's gaze is hungry as she watches Elide repeat the process to the slip she had on underneath, and Manon licks her lips when Elide's bare, realizing she hadn't been wearing any panties.

Manon reclines a bit, and raises her brow, as if daring Elide to not follow her second command.

Elide wouldn't dare. Not when her lover is this angry.

She walks forward, albeit slowly, her lower lip still in a pout. "Stop pouting, or I'll bit that lip off, so help me Elide," Manon grits out, and Elide, bless her, listens instantly.

She climbs onto Manon's lap, her ass perched over Manon's toned, leather-clad thighs. She wiggles a bit, and Manon lightly swats her ass in warning. Her head is buried in the bedsheets, until Manon grips her hair and pulls her up, just slightly.

"You're going to count each one, and thank me after. If you lose count, or you forget to say 'thank you,' I'll start over. Understand?"

Elide nods, stiff with the grip Manon has on her hair, but Manon gives a small yank and says, "Words, Elide."

"Yes, I understand."

Manon releases her hair, and she places her cheek against the bed, mouth uncovered so she can follow Manon's commands.

Manon wastes no time getting into it, pulling her hand back and releasing a harsh smack on Elide's asscheek. Elide jumps. It stings, but it's not even close to the worst spank she's received, and she knows it'll likely get worse as she goes on.

"One, thank you, Manon."

Again, Manon spanks her, on her other asscheek, this time.

"Two, thank you."

Again, another spank, harsher than the first two.

Elide grunts, but she doesn't forget her orders. "Three, thank you."

Again, and again, and again, Manon spanks her. Each one is rougher than the last, and each time, it gets harder for Elide to count and to thank her, but she manages.

Manon's hand lands on Elide's red and inflamed ass, and through the tears streaming down her cheeks, she says, "T-twenty, thank you."

Manon hums, and she gives Elide a quick break by running her hands over her cheeks, Elide wincing at the touch to her bruising skin. Manon's hand runs up her back, until she's pulling her hair away from her face.

"What's your color, kitty?"

"G-green, it's green."

"And you'll be sure to tell me if it isn't anymore?"

Elide nods her head, and thankfully, Manon doesn't reprimand her for not using her words.

"I think you can handle five more, kitty. Do you?"

Elide squeezes a few more tears out, but she's thankful it's nearly over. "Yes, I think so. T-thank you, Manon."

"Using your manners so well, good girl."

And even though she's obviously still mad at her, Elide's heart swells at Manon's brief kindness.

Before she returns to the punishment, though, Manon kneads Elide's cheeks, ignoring Elide's whine of discomfort. She pulls them apart, and then spits on Elide's tight hole, watching it drip down to her cunt. The teases her opening with a finger, just barely pushing in. Elide gasps at the suddenness of it, tensing a bit before Manon's commanding, "Relax, kitty."

She tries, but she hadn't been prepared for Manon to touch her there, but this is her punishment, and she'll take whatever Manon plans to do to her.

"I think that next time you act out, I'll fuck your tight little ass. How does that sound?" Manon's tone is taunting, daring Elide to disagree.

Elide takes slow, deep breaths, in and out. "Whatever you want to do, Manon. I deserve it."

Manon chuckles, pleased with her obedience, before she stops teasing her entrance. She kneads her cheeks a few more times before returning to her punishment.

Manon spanks her, just as she said, five more times. No more, and no less. The last one is particularly harsh, and Elide jolts at the impact and releases a small sob, but she says, "t-twenty-five, thank y-you."

Again, Manon asks, "Color?"

"Green, i-it's still green."

"Good kitty," Manon coos, and pulls Elide up to sit on her thighs next to her.

Elide winces when her bottom makes contact with her legs, but she doesn't complain, waiting patiently for Manon's next command.

Manon wipes the tears from Elide's face, and on instinct, she leans into the touch. "Kiss?" She asks softly, and Manon frowns, because she's supposed to be punishing her. But she can never resist Elide's pout, especially when her eyes are all teary, her face is flushed, and she's just taken a rough spanking exactly as she was instructed to.

So, Manon gives in, and she gives Elide a quick peck to the lips. That's all, though, before she's pulling away, ignoring Elide's look of disappointment.

"Now, lay down on the bed." She commands, and Elide's nodding before doing as she says. She moves to the middle of the bed before pausing, looking over her shoulder to ask, "On my stomach or my back?"

"Back. I'm done with your ass for the night."

Elide does as told, laying on her back, hands fisting the sheets at her sides, waiting for Manon's next move.

She watches with glossy eyes as Manon begins to remove her clothing, boots coming off, tunic pulled over her head, leather pants shimmied down her long legs. Her grasp on the sheets tighten as she anticipates Manon's next move.

"Spread your legs," Manon orders, and so Elide does. She knows what Manon wants to see; how wet Elide's punishment made her.

Manon clicks her tongue and shakes her head, eyes zoning in on her glistening center. "It's not much of a punishment if you like it, is it?"

Elide shakes her head.

Manon hums, then lifts her leg to rest on the edge of the bed. Elide glances to the apex of her thighs, to Manon's white patch of hair that's wet with her arousal. Clearly, Manon enjoyed it too.

"Watch as I get myself off, kitty, and maybe, if you're good, you can cum, too."

Elide's eyes widen at the prospect of having an orgasm, she figured Manon wouldn't let her cum tonight. Manon doesn't often deny her an orgasm, but she thought that surely, tonight would be one of those nights.

"You took your punishment so well, kitty, and even let me play with your tight ass. If you keep making it up to me, I'll consider letting you cum," Manon says, clearly having noted Elide's surprise.

Elide licks her lips, watching as Manon's hands begin trailing down her body, cupping her tits, pinching her perky nipples. "Thank you, Manon, thank you," Elide's voice is a bit shaky, and Manon smirks.

"You're so polite when you're getting attention."

Her hands continue kneading her breasts for a few moments, before moving down, over the curve of her hips. She spreads her legs a bit more, then she's dipping two fingers down to rub her clit. One hand remains on a breast, pulling and twisting the nipple. Her head tips back a bit, and her eyes grow lidded from the pleasure.

Elide squirms from jealousy. Manon knows how much she hates watching her get herself off, she knows Elide wants to be the one to do it. But again, this is punishment. Elide doesn't get to be greedy.

Manon begins rubbing harsh circles, letting little moans fall from her lips. "Feels so good kitty, shame you can't be the one doing it." And then she's inserting her two fingers into her entrance, palm putting pressure on her aching clit.

Her hips buck a bit, and her legs spread even more, giving Elide a perfect view of her wet pussy. Lewd sounds fill the room as Manon fingers herself, and Elide whines at the sight.

"What's wrong, kitty? Upset I won't let you touch me?"

Elide nods, a mad little pout on her face.

"Words, or I'll spank your ass again," Manon spits out.

Elide swallows, "Please, Manon, I can do it better."

Her lover laughs, she laughs, and Elide's face grows red and her stomach curdles with embarrassment.

"You think a spoiled little brat could make me feel good? It didn't feel good watching you flirt with that brute, kitty. I doubt you could make me feel good now." Then her fingers start working faster, harder, and Elide can tell from her face that she's close to climaxing.

Manon's moans fill the room, and because yes, maybe Elide is a bit of a brat, and yes, she's feeling incredibly sensitive and small right now, tears start to well in her eyes.

When Manon, who had closed her eyes for a bit from the pleasure, catches sight of Elide's face, she laughs again. "You haven't even apologized yet. Am I supposed to feel bad for you?" She scoffs, and continues pleasuring herself.

"I'm sorry Manon, baby, I really am," though Elide isn't sure she really owed an apology, she'd do anything to keep Manon happy with her.

And that seems to spur Manon on, her fingers increasing in pressure and speed. Her other hand works her tits, and she's letting out overdramatic pants and moans to make Elide even more jealous that she isn't the cause of the pretty sounds falling from her lover's lips.

And then, she's climaxing, body tensing, arousal dripping down her wrist. Elide's toes curl at the sight, and she feels herself grow wetter every second she watches Manon in the midst of her orgasm.

When she comes down from her high, she climbs on the bed, making her way up Elide's body. "Please, give it to me Manon, I want it so bad," Elide whines, tense and frustrated, dizzy with desire. Manon's hand that had been working her breasts comes to squeeze Elide's throat. "Stop being a brat," she grits out, "you'll take what I give you." Elide breaths out a defiant puff of air, more bratty tears clouding her vision.

"Open your mouth," Manon commands, and Elide does. Manon sticks her fingers in Elide's awaiting mouth, and instantly, her tongue is lapping up Manon's slick. She sucks her fingers, never breaking eye contact, then releases them with a wet pop.

"Taste good, kitty?"

"So good, please, want more," Elide groans, though she knows it'll just earn her a reprimand.

Manon squeezes her throat again, and then grabs her cheeks, pulling her mouth open. She purses her lips, and spits into Elide's mouth. Some of it hits Elide's chin, and she pushes it onto Elide's tongue with her thumb.

"You're a pathetic little thing, crying and whining all because I smacked your pretty ass red and I wouldn't let you touch me."

And gods, though she's embarrassed, frustrated, and feeling so damn sensitive, Elide loves when Manon talks this way.

"Hmmm, I think you still have some making up to do, do you agree?"

"Y-yes Manon, whatever you want, take it," Elide stutters and cries, and in a brief moment of kindness, Manon wipes Elide's cheeks with her hands, but her smirk is all feral and wicked.

She begins making her way up Elide's body again, until her knees rest beside Elide's head. She looks down at her, and Elide turns her head to press a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh. Manon reaches down and grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her back to attention. Elide sniffles, but holds her gaze.

"What color, Elide?"

"Green, I-I'm so green," Elide breathes.

Manon raises an eyebrow and nods. "I'm going to fuck your face, and I'm not going to stop until I cum as many times as I want. If you need to breathe, hit my thigh, but other than that, don't touch."

Elide nods, biting her lip and sniffling some more, preparing to feast on Manon's cunt.

A harsh yank to her hair, and Elide doesn't even need to be told what Manon wants. Words.

"Yes, please, wanna taste you," Elide says.

Manon cockily rolls her eyes, then straightens herself back out. Slowly, she lowers herself to sit on Elide's face.

Instantly, Elide's feasting like a woman starved. Her tongue darts out, lapping at Manon's wet and swollen folds, circling her clit, and fucking her entrance.

Eventually, Manon's hips take over, and Elide just lets her use her mouth, nose, chin, as she pleases. Elide moans and groans into her cunt, savoring her taste. She catches brief breaths of air in between rolls of Manon's hips, and she gets glimpses at the undersides of Manon's breasts, the sight of her mouth dropped open in an 'O.'

She pushes her tongue in and out of Manon's heat, and Manon moans and mutters, "fuck, right there, kitty," until for the second time that night, she's falling over the edge.

Her hips slow down, and her soft moans quieten. She lifts from Elide's face briefly, hovering just above her mouth. Elide's panting, catching her breath, looking up at Manon with glossy eyes, swollen lips, and a wet face.

"Catch your breath kitty, I'm not done," and then Manon reaches down to smooth back Elide's hair. She moves from her straddling position for just a moment before she's turning around, then replacing her leg on the opposite side of Elide's head. Elide only has a few seconds before she's settling back on her face again, but moving slower this time, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Manon braces herself with one arm next to Elide's waist, and uses her other hand to push Elide's legs apart. She obeys immediately, and Manon gently, so softly she can barely feel it, begins to rub at her clit.

Nevertheless, Elide moans at the gentle pleasure. She's been craving release since Manon first told her to strip, been aching to be touched in any way, and she finally has it. The vibrations of her moan work Manon's cunt, and Manon sighs in pleasure, muttering a gentle "fuck" under her breath.

And then, suddenly, Manon pulls away and lands a spank to her pussy. Elide jumps, and squeals at the sudden flare of pain and pleasure. Instinctively, she tries to close her legs, but then Manon's smacking the inside of her thigh, too.

"Keep them open," she bites out, and Elide can't argue with Manon still slowly riding her face.

Manon repeats the process, teasing her clit, then spanking her pussy. Each time, Elide jolts, and tears leak from the corners of her eyes. Sometimes, Manon even teases her opening with the tip of a finger before she smacks her, right on her clit.

Manon begins working herself faster, and she opts to tap Elide's clit rapidly with two fingers as she approaches yet another orgasm. She spits on Elide's pussy, smearing in the added wetness, and then she's cumming all over Elide's mouth. Her hips grind down, hard, and Elide is dizzy from the stimulation to her cunt and the lack of air from Manon riding her face.

After she rides out her high, she lifts herself off Elide's mouth, where her tongue had still been lazily working through her folds. She climbs off of Elide completely, working to catch her breath.

"That was so sexy, Manon," Elide mumbles, through a teary voice and blurred vision.

Manon hums, "You feeling sensitive, kitty?"

Elide pouts. "Yeah..." she trails off, then quickly adds, "I'm still green, though!"

Manon shakes her head, but praises her nonetheless. "Good kitty, should I play with your pretty little pussy now?"

Elide nods furiously, spreading her legs and fisting the sheets.

"Hmm, I think I should mark you up first, in case Lorcan tries some shit tomorrow," Manon's voice can't hide the smile tugging at her lips, the delight she feels when she sees Elide's eyes go wide.

"Keep your hands at your side, or we're done for the night," Manon commands, and then she's straddling Elide's waist, leaning down to mouth at her breasts.

Manon wastes no time, she begins sucking harsh marks onto Elide's pale skin. She sucks, nibbles with her teeth, then soothes the skin with her tongue. Elide gasps at the pleasurable pain, and arches her back to push her tits deeper into Manon's mouth.

Manon tugs on her nipples with her teeth, then kitten licks the peaks with her tongue. Elide looks down, watching Manon worship her tits, and bites her lip at the sight.

And because Manon just can't help it, she's surging upwards to capture Elide's lips in a kiss, tugging on the lip she had just been biting, releasing it with a small growl before she's kissing her again. Their tongues dance, and Elide moans into the kiss, nearly forgetting Manon's rules to not move when she has the urge to tug Manon's hair, to pull her in deeper.

Manon breaks apart from her to trail kisses down her chin, across her cheeks, and down her throat. There, she continues her assault, sucking angry red and purple marks onto Elide's skin. Elide gasps, and stutters out, "M-Manon!"

Her lover hisses, and then bites Elide. Her teeth are only slightly sharpened, and it's quick and almost gentle, but she still draws blood. Elide hardly has time to notice it before Manon's attaching to the spot, cleaning it with her tongue.

"Fuck," Elide whimpers, nails digging into her palms through the sheets from pulling them so tight.

Manon keeps moving, until Elide's throat, collarbones, chest, and breasts are covered. Even the undersides of her tits, her sternum, and a few scattered along her upper belly.

Elide is dripping. The sheets below her are wet, sweat coats her hair and the top of her forehead, and her face is still covered with Manon's slick and spit.

She looks down, surveying her own body. "You're crazy, Manon," and Manon cackles, grinning like a madwoman. To her, that was a compliment.

"Let that fool flirt with you now," Manon leans down, hovering her mouth over Elide's. "You're mine, baby, you belong to me. Is that understood?"

Elide nods her head, lifting her chin to ghost a barely there kiss along Manon's mouth.

"All yours, Manon," she whispers against her lips.

"Good girl," Manon responds, then she's moving down, settling between Elide's spread legs. "Don't make me have to remind you again," she says, tone harsh, then she's spreading Elide's lips apart with her thumbs, eyes zoning in on her mound.

Elide groans, finally, finally, Manon's going to give her what she wants. "Please, Manon," and Elide's not even sure what she's begging for, to be touched, yes, but Elide doesn't even care how. She just wants Manon to soothe the ache of desire she's been simmering in all evening.

"So desperate, so wet," Manon coos, "it's almost sick how turned on this has all made you, Elide." And even though she knows she's just taunting, Elide bites back. "Says the one that bit my neck!"

Manon doesn't let that slide, slapping Elide's pussy with a wet smack. Elide jumps, and cries Manon's name. "You're in no position to talk back, kitty. And here I was, just calling you my 'good girl,'" Manon tsks, shaking her head and blowing a cool gust of air against Elide's puffy, inflamed cunt.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, promise," Elide pouts, fully aware that she's got Manon wrapped around her finger.

Manon doesn't respond, but she glares at Elide as she lowers her mouth to her clit, licking slow, soft strokes on the bundle of nerves.

"Manon," Elide moans, her head falling back against the pillows.

She continues her slow torture, alternating between gentle licking and soft suckling. Elide's eyes roll to the back of her head, she's already about to come, finding relief from the slow touch after being pent up for so long. "Mmmm, Manon, feels so good," she calls, letting that coil wind in the pit of her belly. Manon speeds up ever so slightly, and then Elide's really on the brink of climax, telling Manon, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

Much to her dismay, Manon suddenly pulls off of her pussy, and the orgasm she was within reach of slowly fades away. Elide grunts and grumbles at the stolen release, but Manon shushes her and says, "Quiet, or I'll leave you like this all night," then she's sucking and nibbling at Elide's inner thighs.

Elide rolls her eyes at Manon's obsession with marking her, but she certainly isn't complaining. It's incredibly hot.

Manon litters hickies across the expanse of the soft skin, then again, she bites Elide, and licks the blood that drips from the mark. Elide gasps, and shoots Manon a frown, much to Manon's delight.

Then, with no warning, Manon's inserting two fingers into her wet entrance. Elide's head falls back, and she pulls on the bedsheets to resist the urge to tangle her fingers in Manon's hair.

Manon, again, spits on Elide's clit, claiming her. "This pussy belongs to me, Elide, don't forget that," then she lowers her mouth to her clit, sucking harshly as she pumps her fingers in and out of her cunt.

"Yeah it does, fuck Manon, right there," Elide moans, and she bites her lip to hold back a scream when Manon curls her two fingers, then adds a third. The stretch is delicious, and Manon slows her pace to help Elide adjust to the intrusion. She's so turned on and wet, that her clenching walls squelch as Manon begins fucking her in earnest. The sound is lewd, and Elide's panting and thrashing her head, back arching off the bed.

Manon moans around her clit, then pulls back to ask, "You gonna cum, kitty?"

Elide, between groans and gasps, manages to say, "Fuck, Manon, gonna cum so hard, baby."

And then, Manon's ripping her fingers out of her cunt and pulling her mouth off of her sensitive clit.

Elide jumps and sobs out, crying, "No, Manon! Please.." she trails off tearfully, again, her orgasm slipping away from her.

Manon chuckles, watching her cunt clench around nothing. "You sound so pretty when you're crying and begging me, Elide," she says, her tone amused and playful.

Elide sighs and groans, crying, "You're being mean," and then she's releasing the sheets for the first time that night to wipe at her eyes, rubbing them in frustration.

Manon laughs again, "you deserve it," she grins, placing a kiss on the plush of Elide's thigh, right on one of her hickies. "What's your color?" she asks, lips moving against her leg.

Elide doesn't answer for a moment, taking deep breaths. Manon pulls back slightly to look up at her, and then Elide mumbles, "M'green."

Manon trusts her, and she reaches a hand up her body to play with her breast. Elide winces at the pressure to her bruises, but Manon can tell by her breathing and the way her eyes are fluttering that she's enjoying it. She pinches her nipple, then starts licking through Elide's folds. Slowly, she licks at every inch of Elide's cunt, hands moving to push Elide's legs up and out, then one returns to play with her tits. Her tongue trails down, dipping into Elide's hole briefly before she places opened mouth kisses back up to Elide's swollen clit.

Elide's in pure ectasy, her moans turning into squeals and gasps when Manon sticks her tongue in her cunt, tongue fucking her and bringing a thumb to rub at her bundle of nerves. Elide's hips are wiggling, rubbing into Manon's mouth, and she's crying out, "Please, please, please let m-me cum!" She cries out, terrified Manon will deny her this one, too.

Manon switches her tongue and fingers, again, curling three fingers into her pussy, slamming into that spongey spot inside of her that only she can reach. Elide gasps and cries Manon's name, back arching off the bed.

Manon's fingers are ruthless, fucking her fast and hard. She mumbles against her clit, "Cum for me, baby," and instantly, Elide's falling over the edge. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she sees stars, and she screams Manon's name as she has the most intense orgasm of her life.

Her name keeps falling from her lips like a chant, and her hips ride Manon's fingers and mouth, taking as much pleasure as she can get. Her orgasm lasts so long, and Manon works her down with gentle licks, slowly pulling her fingers out of her pulsing cunt.

Elide's chest is heaving, face flushed and sweaty. Her mind's in a fog, and she barely registers the sight of Manon climbing up her body, brushing hair off of her forehead.

"Still with me, baby?" Manon asks, smiling down at her fucked out state. Elide whimpers, nodding her head weakly.

Manon coos at her, "What's the matter, kitty? Do you think we're done?"

Immediately, Elide's eyes widen, and she's staring at Manon like she's grown three heads. "Manon, I can't take anymore," she whines, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Manon shakes her head and smiles, deceivingly sweet. "I think you can, you know what to say if you really can't."

Then she's grinding down onto Elide, rubbing their wet pussies together.

Manon groans, and Elide gasps and whines, hips writhing at the overstimulation. "Take it Elide, take it," Manon gets out between moans, her cunt still sensitive from her three orgasms.

"Fuck, Manon, oh my gods," Elide cries, toes curling and hands coming up to grip Manon's ass. Manon doesn't scold her for breaking the no touching rule, knowing how badly she needs the comfort during this.

Her fingers dig into Manon's flesh, spurring her on. She thrusts faster and harder, the slick and spit allowing their pussies to rub deliciously. Manon squeezes Elide's breast in her hand, and kisses her parted lips. Elide doesn't hesitate to kiss back, moaning into Manon's mouth until she makes her way down, kissing her throat.

After a few more harsh thrusts, Elide's cumming again, and this time, she feels a gush between her legs, splashing onto her inner thighs and all over Manon.

Manon moans, and Elide swears she even growls, as she also reaches her climax. "Fuck Elide," she groans, "you squirted, kitty." She chuckles, and Elide grimaces in embarrassment, her chest is still heaving from the intensity of her climax.

Manon shushes her, kissing her cheek. "That was so fucking sexy, Elide," she whispers into her ear, pulling her earlobe between her teeth for a brief moment.

"T-that was so..." Elide trails off, swallowing and catching her breath, "so much, Manon, fuck."

"Hmm, and you took it so well, like a good girl," Manon purrs, moving to lay by Elide's side.

Elide can't help the tears that seem to not have stopped all night, and she sleepily rubs at her eyes with one hand. "I feel sticky," she whines, clinging onto Manon as she pulls her into her arms.

"Poor baby," Manon mocks, "too fucked out to function?" she asks, teasing. Elide nods, turning into Manon's hold, burying her face in her chest, where she continues to gently cry, coming down from the most intense fucking she and Manon have ever had.

Manon gives a contented sigh, fingers brushing through Elide's sweaty hair, running down her back. "Wasn't too much, right?" she asks, always concerned with Elide's wellbeing. Elide shakes her head head, mumbling, "s'jus intense, I need'a minute..." and of course, Manon understands. she continues to gently rub Elide's back, lightly scratching with her nails. She places gentle kisses to her hairline, and murmurs comforting words in her ears.

After a few minutes, Elide pulls back, shakily, to look up into Manon's eyes. "You know I feel nothing for him... I love you Manon, so much, I'm sorry if I made you doubt that, I would never want to do that," and her eyes get all glassy again, because she's started to feel genuinely bad about it.

Manon shushes her, kissing her forehead. "Don't worry about it anymore, kitty, I know you love me. Just needed some attention, huh, baby?"

Elide sniffles and nods, "I'm really sorry Manon, it won't happen again."

"Shhh, I know it won't. I'm not upset with you, Elide, I promise," and then she leans in, placing a gentle peck to Elide's pouted lips. "Will you let me clean you up? Take care of you? You're shaking, baby," Manon says, tone laced with worry. This was definitely the most she'd asked of Elide in the bedroom, but she was proud of how well she handled it.

"Please," Elide whimpers, wrapping her arms around Manon's neck. Manon wraps her arms around Elide, one hand bracing her back and the other guiding her legs to wrap around her waist. She picks her up, carrying her towards their bathroom.

Manon places Elide on the bathroom counter, kissing her cheek when she winces at the pain shooting through her rear. She leaves Elide for a second, ignoring her cute little whines, to turn the tap on, letting the large tub fill with steaming water. She drips some scented oils into the tub, too. Lavender, to help Elide relax. Then, she grabs a washcloth, wetting it under the stream before returning to her lover, patiently waiting on the counter with her legs spread. Wordlessly, Manon begins to clean between her thighs. She's gentle, and yet Elide still jumps when the cloth makes contact with her puffy folds. Manon rubs the outside of her thigh to soothe her, and continues to wipe away the spit and cum that Elide's covered in.

When Elide moves to take the rag from her after she's finished, Manon pulls it from her grasp, and instead, cleans herself. "This is about you, baby, just relax," she says, disposing of the cloth in the laundry basket when finished.

When the tub is full, Manon holds Elide's hand as she climbs off the counter. She catches sight of Elide's inflamed ass as she walks towards the tub, and she smirks at the marks she left behind, but feels a bit guilty to be causing Elide any pain.

"You're getting in with me, right?" Elide asks over her shoulder, and Manon pulls her gaze away from her rounded cheeks, moving to hold Elide's arms and place delicate kisses along her shoulder.

"If you want me to, I will."

"Of course I want you to," Elide replies, and climbs into the tub.

Manon does too, sitting against the wall of the tub, spreading her legs so that Elide can sit between them. Again, she sucks in a sharp breath of air at the sting to her butt, and she shifts to place more of her weight on her side.

"You're breaking my heart, kitty," Manon speaks into the crook of her neck. Elide sighs, "I like it, though." Manon smirks and cups some of the hot water in her hands, bringing it up to pour down Elide's chest.

They spend nearly an hour in the bath, cuddling, talking, calming down. Manon washes Elide's body and hair, making sure to be gentle of her bruises and bites. And when Elide insists on washing Manon too, she lets her, enjoying the feeling of being doted on even though she had intended the aftercare session to be about Elide only.

When they finish and the water's gone cold, they climb out together, and Manon towels Elide's body dry, then her own.

"Go lay down on your stomach, sweetheart. I'm gonna rub some oils on your poor bum," Manon's tone is teasing, and she winks at Elide's shy grin.

"What did I do to deserve such a kindness, hmm?" Elide calls over her shoulder while she does as instructed, removing the top blanket from their bed that needs to be washed, and climbing onto the sheets.

Manon gathers supplies from the bathroom drawer, and follows Elide into the bedroom. "Tonight was rough, I want to make sure you're taken care of," Manon answers, and shrugs like it's no big deal.

Elide watches her, gaze full of love and adoration. "I don't deserve you, Manon, I love you," and she smiles at Manon's stricken face.

"Of course you do, don't say something stupid, now," Manon snaps, though she isn't truly angry. Elide giggles, watching her climb atop the bed.

She pours some oil into her hand, rubbing them together to warm the liquid up. She bends to press a few light kisses to Elide's asscheeks, then gently, she begins rubbing with her hands.

Elide groans at the tenderness, and Manon smirks. "It'll feel better soon," she says.

She continues to rub the soothing oil into her flesh, and into her inner thighs, too, where the hickies are a stark contrast against her snow-white skin.

Then, she has Elide flip over, and he works the oil into her chest, too. Elide smiles up at her. "Don't get me turned on again, Manon," she says, as Manon rubs into her breasts.

Manon rolls her eyes. "You're done for the night, little one," and then she's capping the oil, placing it on the bedside table.

She pulls the covers down the bed, Elide shifting to make it easier. She tucks her girlfriend in, then climbs in beside her. Immediately, Elide's curling into her embrace, nuzzling into Manon's chest. The feel of Elide's skin against her own comforts Manon, and she presses a kiss to her head, urging her to go to sleep. Blearily, Elide tells Manon that she loves her, and Manon echoes the statement before she joins Elide and drifts to sleep.

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A/N: wow! did i go overboard? maybe. this is a lot longer than a drabble or a blurb or a headcanon, but i just got carried away! i had so much fun writing this filth. i hope you all enjoy, and of course, feel free to send a request after checking my masterlist for rules! :)

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stormborngod · 2 years

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What I think the women from tog would call you as a nickname

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Aelin: sweetheart or darling and half of the times she calls you those it’s teasing and the other half is very soft

Lysandra: darling and she knows it flusters you and is a little shit about it

Elide: petal or lovely 🥰 she says it in the sweetest way every time

Manon: doesn’t really have a nickname for you? Not that she doesn’t care enough to give you one but she just thinks your name is enough

Asterin: my love and you can rip this headcannon from my cold dead hands

Sorrel: another who doesn’t have a solid nickname but she just kinda calls you everything

Ansel: precious and it’s also a half teasing and half serious

Petrah: darling and it makes you melt all the time

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moonlightazriel · 6 months

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Chapter 8: Truths too hard to speak/// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: At the Hewn City, traumatic memories start to bubble, but thankfully Lucien is there to help.

Word Count: 2,7K

Warnings: Mentions of trauma and anxiety attack.

Notes: This is one of my favorite chapters so far...

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Lucien knocked on her door, waiting to escort her to the living room. He heard the rustling of the fabrics on the other side, a loud thud and a string of curses following right after, making him giggle. She opened the door, and the two stood there for at least a minute in silence, looking at each other.

She wore a beautiful sparkly dress, like the stars hung from her body, hair in curls over her shoulder, some eyeliner and red lipstick. Earrings with a deep blue stone matching her eyes, high heels that made her a considerate few inches taller, almost just as tall as him. She pressed her hands over the fabric, her claws in display, it made her feel safer with this new outfit.

“Does it look okay?” She asked and Lucien could see the insecurity in her eyes. Gently grabbing one of her hands, he lifted it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss.

“You look beautiful.” She blushed under his gaze and he let go of her hand, spinning in place. “How do I look? A good match for such a beautiful companion?”

Lucien looked good wearing green, but he looked so mysterious in black. A pair of very tight pants and dark brown leather boots, a sleeveless black tunic with golden details to it. His hair was parted on the side, one cascaded over his shoulder in soft waves and the other side was braided, braids glued to his scalp and following the length of his hair, golden accessories adorned the braids.

“You might want to change, or I'm sure the healers of that place will be busy all night tending to the fainting females.” Lucien laughed, his chest moving with it.

“Then we shall give them a good show.” Y/N nodded and the two headed for the living room together.

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Cassian kept rambling about the same problems in the war camps while Azriel lazily sipped on his wine, the sweet grapery taste making the night a bit more unbearable. Elain was distant, he didn’t have the balls to talk about their relationship with her, and he was still thinking about what the whole ordeal with the dreams and the witch meant.

He took another sip, the liquid going down the wrong pipe as Y/N stepped in the living room with Lucien, she looked like a goddess. Her waist hugged by the dress in a way that left his fingers itching to touch her. Her breasts spilling from it, making his mouth water. She held Lucien in an iron grip, like she was afraid of showing herself to them.

“I knew you would look so hot.” Nesta squealed, running towards her and pulling her in for a hug, Azriel thanked her mentally for pulling the female away from Lucien for him.

“Says you, if Cassian doesn't watch out, I might steal you from him.” She joked, making Nesta blush. Cassian immediately got up, pulling Nesta towards him by the waist, a wing protectively wrapping around her.

“Just over my dead body.” He joked back, gasping as Nesta slapped her way out of the cocoon.

“I would never destroy such a beautiful couple.” She lifted her hands in the air.

“You look really good.” Feyre intervened. “But it’s time to go.” She felt a pair of eyes burning holes on her side, slowly locking eyes with Azriel before Feyre winnowed them away.

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The Hewn City was inside a mountain, making her shiver with the thoughts of Morath, and those dungeons that if it wasn’t for Asterin and Manon managing to reallocate her to the Ferian Gap, she would be still stuck, her corpse underneath the rocks as Kaltain Rompier exploded the place.

Lucien felt her shiver, placing a friendly hand on the small of her back, heat emanated from where he touched her, making her go still and bask in the feeling to calm herself down. She wasn’t down there, Morath didn’t exist anymore, they had won the war and she was safe.

“Are you okay?” He whispered in her ear as he felt her steps faltering.

“Places like this bring memories I don't particularly enjoy.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine.”

“If you feel like it’s too much, just say the words and I'll take you somewhere else.” He reassured her.

“Thank you, Lucien. You’re an amazing friend.” The male smiled at her, and the door opened. Rhysand and Feyre entered first, followed by Nesta and Elain, then Azriel and Cassian, lastly by the two of them.

Faes gathered around in a ballroom, bowing to their leaders. Lucien held her by the side of her waist, as she still shivered, feeling the walls closing on her. Rhysand’s voice commanded them to rise and enjoy the feast. A few of them approached his throne, wanting to talk to him.

Y/N watched with curiosity as a male approached her and Lucien instead, he looked like an older version of the male by her side. Red hair falling to his forehead and an undercut. His eyes danced around the figure of his brother and the unknown female for a while.

“Brother.” He nodded his head, eyes quickly turning to Y/N. “And who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Y/N Blackbeak.” She introduced herself.

“Eris Vanserra, delighted to meet you, my lady.” He bowed his head a little, his tone slow and sensual in a flirting manner. That male reeked of confidence, he knew he was beautiful and took advantage of that to his own gain. A lazy smirk formed on his face.

“Look at them, all over her like a bunch of hungry foxes.” Azriel mumbled angrily and Cassian leaned onto him, patting his shoulder.

“What did you say, brother? Couldn’t hear you over the sound of your jealousy.” Azriel shoved Cassian to the side, prompting the male to laugh. “I know she’s the female of your dreams and shit, but you still have a real female to deal with.” He nodded towards Elain.

She had barely spoken to him, and he hadn’t made any efforts to talk to her either. He looked over at her, her arms crossed over her chest and a frown as she watched the three talk. He turned his gaze back to the female surrounded by the two autumn princes, she had her nails digging the skin of Lucien’s arm and her eyes scanned the crowd uncomfortably.

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“I can try, but I don't promise I'll succeed.” Eris said. Lucien and her had told him a very shortened version of what had happened and who she was, the male had agreed to help find whatever information he could back in the Autumn Court. Under the condition that he and Lucien met more often.

Eris missed his brother everyday, ever since he sneaked Lucien away to Spring. They tried exchanging letters but it was too risky, Beron had almost caught them a couple of times and things wouldn’t end up well if he discovered them. Lucien had immediately agreed to this, he also missed his brother dearly and was willing to do anything to mend their relationship to what it was when they were kids.

“Thank you for risking yourself, i have a debt with you, whatever you need, i’ll be there to help and clear my debt with you.” Y/N nodded, and the male shook her hand in a mutual agreement, he would help her and she would help him in return.

“See you around, brother.” He said, giving a pat on his shoulder and leaving towards the throne Rhysand and Feyre still sat.

“Do you want to dance?” Lucien asked, and Y/N found herself agreeing, why not? Everything to take her mind away from the fact she was trapped underground and the building anxiety.

This was different from the library, maybe it was because of the atmosphere, because of the threatening aura surrounding the people, the harsh gazes and the gossip. But this place looked exactly like Morath and she didn’t like that one bit.

She let Lucien guide the way to the dancefloor, one of his hands placed on the small of her back and the other holding her hand. Music filled the space, making people dance. He spun her around, their feet moving in synchrony. She hated that she knew how to dance because Ruvyn had taught her, but she closed her eyes, reminding herself that this was different.

Lucien kept guiding the dance, his hands held her waist, spinning her in the air, making the fabric of her dress fly around them. People stopped to watch the two of them dancing, the muscles of his arms contracting as he lifted her once more. Lucien looked at her with care and admiration, he was glad he had met her, a true friend.

The dance ended too soon, and Lucien excused himself to go get something for them to drink, leaving her alone on the dance floor. Someone bumped on her, and then she felt cold fingers wrapping themselves around her arm, forcing her to look at the unknown male.

“Come.” He commanded. “Dance with me.”

But the rest of his phrase fell to deaf ear, as her vision got blurry and suddenly she was back to that horrible place, the guard smirking disgustingly at her, his black eyes piercing her in place before he started to drag her towards the lower levels of Morath, to where those witches never got away from.

She heard the screams and saw the witches laying with their big bellies, forced to breed demons. It was going to happen to her, being locked there forced to conceive their babies for them. But then Manon came, flanked by Asterin and Sorrel, telling the guard that Y/N was being solicited by Duke Perrington to go to the Ferian Gap and prepare the witches there.

The male had quickly shut the door so the three wouldn’t see what was inside, and she was too stunned, too afraid to even say anything. He had shoved her against Manon, who quickly handed her back to Asterin. They stayed with her until she and her alliance were mounted on their wyverns and heading back to Ferian.

Y/N pushed the male, his hands burning her skin, she turned back on her heels, feeling her eyes heavy with tears, bumping against Lucien on the way to anywhere.

“Please, take me out of here.” She had begged, clinging to his tunic with both hands. The male nodded, grabbing her hands and pulling her with him towards one of the empty offices nearby.

Elain saw them leaving, their hands intertwined as Lucien urged them outside. She hadn't even registered that she was moving, but in quick steps she was close to him, her hands clutching his biceps harshly. He stopped, whipping his head towards her.

“Don’t leave with her.” Elain asked and Lucien’s face changed to a serious one.

“Not now, Elain.” He said, removing her hand and getting out of the door.

It stung, crushing her heart, tears welled in her eyes as she watched her mate leave with another female to do Mother knows what. Azriel was by her side in a second, pulling her closer to him, but he was not the one she wanted, so with tear filled eyes, she turned to him.

“We need to talk.” Azriel just nodded, escorting her out of the ballroom.

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Lucien kneeled in front of her, holding her face in between his hands, his thumbs wiping her tears as he guided her into breathing normally again. He had seen the male grabbing her, ready to tell him off when she bumped into him. The first empty office was where he had shoved her, locking the door behind him.

She was hyperventilating when he turned to her, squatting on the floor, hugging her own frame and shaking like a leaf in the wind. She had begged him to not let her end up like the others before she started to cry. He sat on the floor, pulling her against his chest, while she sobbed. He had no idea how long they sat there, in silence.

“The Matron always hated the bond I had with Asterin.” Her hoarse voice sounded, Lucien kept quiet. “It wasn’t something she had planned, neither something she could control, and she hated not being in control.” She pushed away from him, sitting in front of him with her knees pressed to her chest.

“She tried for years to destroy it and never could. I carry the marks of her attempts and Asterin did too. When we went to Morath, she chose me as one of their incubators. The witches that were chosen never saw the daylight again. They bred them somehow, and the same was about to happen with me if it wasn’t for Manon and Asterin going to Duke Perrington himself and telling him I would be of better use somewhere else.”

“I hate places like this cuz they remind me of what was about to happen to me, the sight of those witches, laying there. It’s something I'll never be able to forget, as hard as I try to…” Lucien couldn’t imagine the absolute terror of knowing your body would be used to carry babies until you finally died.

“I have no words to tell you how sorry I am that this happened to you.” He started. “I can’t imagine being put in that position, but you are safe now, nothing like this will ever happen to you again, you have my word.” Lucien promised, holding her hand in his. She looked at him, closing her eyes for a moment.

“You have my eternal gratitude for everything you’ve done for me in these past few days.” Lucien could live happily with that.

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“What is wrong?” Azriel had sat on one of the plush chairs of the empty office while Elain paced around in the room, the motion making Azriel dizzy.

“I don’t even know how to tell you this…” She began and deep in his heart he knew what was coming and despite expecting this sooner or later, it wasn’t less painful.

“You love him, don’t you?” He asked and she stopped on her tracks, her sweet brown eyes carrying a storm of despair in them.

“I don’t know.” She breathed.

“Please, don’t lie.” He rubbed his temples and Elain swallowed past the lump on her throat.

“I do.” He closed his eyes, letting the words sink in his heart, and it hurt, not as much as he thought hearing them would, but it hurt still. “Seeing him with her, and what she told me… I can’t keep lying to you neither to myself.”

“What did she tell you?” He asked and Elain sat in front of him.

“Either I claim him as is my right as his mate, or I let him go. I have pondered her words everyday since that day and she is right, but the thing is…” She took another deep breath. “I can’t let him go, I don't want to let him go. I refused him because I thought he would just be another thing forced down my throat, but he respected my boundaries, never tried to force anything I wasn't comfortable with, he even went away to the other side of the world to give me space and…” She stopped once more, tears falling down her eyes. “And I love him and I want to get to know him, open up my heart to him and accept him as my mate.”

Azriel was quiet, absorbing her words with care. He felt happy she felt comfortable enough to share them with him, he loved her like a friend, he knew that now, and all he could ask for was her happiness, whoever she chose.

“Thank you for being honest, thank you for loving me.” She got up, wrapping her hands around his neck and bringing him in for a hug.

“Thank you for helping me heal and showing me that I own my destiny and my life.” He smiled sadly at her.

“Are we still going to be friends?” He asked and she nodded.

“Of course, I would hate not having you in my life.” He hummed in agreement. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Elain cleared her throat.

“Do you have feelings for her? I see how you look at her, it’s different. It’s yearning for something.”

“Honestly?” Elain nodded her head. “I have no idea.” And he was sincere in every word.

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