#malide fanfic

[shadowdaddies]

Can u do Asterin x reader where reader is Elide’s friend. Manon fell for elide and well…Asterin has eyes for her friend 👀

anon I like how your mind works. I love Malide so this was fun to write💜

Getting Lost

Asterin x Reader

The carriage driver refused to take you very far past the outskirts of Briarcliff, stopping the horses as he leaped from the coach. As soon as you crossed into the Witch Kingdom, the man tossed your bags out of the trunk, shooing you out of the carriage seat as he left you in the dust. 

You sighed, realizing you should have known it was too good to be true that someone was willing to take you all the way to Crochan castle. The late Summer sun was beating down on you as you clumsily grabbed your bags, beginning the rest of the dreadful journey on foot. 

It was clear how many hours had passed by the setting sun and the ache in your feet. There was nothing and no one around for miles, and you were soon to be alone in the dark. Stopping for a seat on your luggage to rest your sore feet, you read over the letter from your friend, Elide for encouragement. 

You hadn’t seen Elide since she had been taken to Morath by her uncle, believing that you would never be able to see her again. You wept with joy when you received the unexpected letter from her, informing you that her uncle was dead and that she was married to the Crochan Queen, Manon Blackbeak. Leaping at the invitation to visit her, you sent her a letter notifying her that you were on your way and left the next morning. 

Panic filled your bones as you considered a horrifying option. What if Elide never received your letter? What if you were doomed to wander through the Witch Kingdom, with no hope of anyone finding you? Tears threatened to fall at the thought, lower lip wobbling when your thoughts were interrupted by a thunderclap. 

Of course, you thought. Just my luck that it’s going to rain. But when you looked up, you didn’t see rainclouds - you saw something much more terrifying. It wasn’t a thunderclap you had heard, but the flap of a wyvern’s wings as it flew straight towards you. After a frantic search, you realized that there was nowhere to hide from the beast. You were left to accept your fate.

As the beast neared, you stood your ground, hopeful for any confidence that might help you as you calculated your scarily low odds of taking on the creature. But instead of swooping for attack, the wyvern’s wings beat upwards, slowing its descent to land a distance in front of you. It was at that moment when you finally took in the sight of it - a shockingly beautiful, light blue wyvern - with a rider. You struggled to see through the dirt that hung in the air from the wyvern’s landing, only seeing the outline of a tall blonde woman as she dismounted the beast.

She moved towards you, her features coming into focus and taking your breath away. She was stunning, with blonde hair and golden eyes, a beautiful smile lighting up her face as she called your name. You realized that she must be a witch, knees almost buckling with instant relief as you recognized her as your savior. 

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere. Elide will be so glad I found you - she’s been worried sick.” The striking blonde grabbed your bags for you, turning back towards the wyvern. “Come on, then,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m Asterin, by the way.” Asterin, you whispered to yourself - the sound of her name on your tongue made your heart flutter, and you knew this woman would be your ruin in the best way.

After a nauseating flight back to the grand castle, Asterin took your bags, letting you know they’d be in your room. Elide ran out, almost knocking you over with a hug, tears staining cheeks as the two of you embraced, a weight lifted off your shoulders as you saw your friend finally free. Feeling eyes on you, you glanced over Elide’s shoulder to see another stunning woman, similar to Asterin but with white hair - watching you with a small smile. 

Elide pulled back from your hug. “Right, this is Manon,” she said, pulling the witch queen by her hand as she snuggled into her side. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your features, immensely happy for Elide. “It’s so nice to meet you, Manon.”

The couple walked you up to your room, letting you know that a bath was drawn for you and food would be brought to you, as it was late at night by now, and you were desperate for rest after your journey. Bidding them goodnight, you opened the door to your room to see Asterin unpacking your clothes into the dresser. “Oh, you don’t need to do that!” you said in an apologetic tone. 

Asterin had been so kind to you, and you were admittedly flustered by the beautiful witch’s presence, much less her going through your underwear. She turned to smile at you, her bright expression taking your breath away once again. “It’s my pleasure. I’m excited to meet Elide’s friend who I’ve heard so much about. You seem like an incredible person,” Asterin spoke softly, almost shy sounding as she gazed at you with those hypnotizing golden eyes. 

You were enraptured by her presence, unable to think about anything except that smile and how you’d do anything to see it again. Asterin noticed your focus on her lips, the moment becoming heated as you inched closer to each other. Without realizing what you were doing, you brought up your thumb to trace her bottom lip. She sucked in a breath, drawing your attention back to her eyes, wide as she searched your face. 

Whatever Asterin saw in your expression must have encouraged her - brought her own hand up to your chin, surprisingly gentle as she tilted your lips to brush softly against hers. You leaned in further, deepening the kiss for a moment before she pulled away. That devastating smile graced her features once more before she leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips once more. “Good night,” Asterin whispered as she moved towards the door. 

Asterin turned around, hand on the doorknob as she bit her lip. “I look forward to getting to know you more,” she said before slipping out the door. You collapsed onto the bed, a laugh bubbling up as you grew giddy with excitement. What luck to get lost in the Witch Kingdom.

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[folklorianhaze]

Monster

Pairing: Manon x Elide

Rating: M

Tags: One Shot, Book 4: Queen of Shadows, Character Study, Tumblr Prompt, Rare Pairings, some canon typical mentions of violence, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Sex

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: "She had been born with a heart as dark as the thickets of Oakwald on a moonless night. Born into the world wailing and bloodied, tearing her way out of her mother, a true Blackbeak warrior to the core. She could not love, could not care for others as humans could. So why bother upholding a worthless illusion of it?"

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Written for an anonymous tumblr prompt sent to me! They wanted me to write a Manon/Elide piece based on the line "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you," and I came up with this as a result. Thanks so much, anon, and I hope you enjoy your fic! <3

Read it on AO3 here!

Manon Blackbeak, Wing Leader of the Ironteeth aerial legion for the King of Adarlan and heir to the Blackbeak witch clan, felt an exhaustion like nothing she’d known before settling deep into her bones as she slid into her chambers. Ordinarily, the quiet that greeted her beyond the door would have been welcome, comforting, but today the silence rang decidedly hollow.

She was alone. It had never felt like such a weight before.

Iron nails retracting, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, as if to banish the trembling in her cold fingers. Even here, without eyes to observe and pick apart her every movement, she refused to allow herself the privilege of crumbling. She’d never been one for weeping and wallowing in self-pity, and that would not change here. Not even for Asterin’s sake.

As she strode into the room and swept the bloodred cape from her shoulders — the cape she had won when her grandmother had made her kill that self-righteous Crochan in front of the entire Ironteeth host — her body felt particularly heavy. Part of her debated turning around and spending some more time in the aerie with Abraxos instead, but pride would not allow her to be chased from her own bedchambers. If anyone else were to see, to catch on to the fact that she hardly felt like much of a leader at the moment . . . 

Unacceptable. To present a unified front right now was her duty above all else. And she certainly wouldn’t pick now as a time to fall apart entirely.

Even if Asterin . . . the burning, condemning look in her eyes today . . . 

Manon snarled. It was certainly all well and good for her cousin to judge. She had no idea the pressure Manon was under — that all of them were under — nor did she realize how sticking out their necks any farther could endanger them all. She had seen that little act with the Crochan execution for what it was: a threat from her grandmother, a test to ensure that Manon would remain carefully in line. She knew exactly what she stood to lose if she stepped outside of such a deliberately-laid demarcation, and if Asterin wanted to reproach her for it, if that was how this had to be . . .

A sigh pushed its way out of her. She’d replaced Asterin today as her Second. The ranks of the Thirteen never changed. But the words had been out of her mouth scarcely before she’d even known what she was saying, and now, no matter the way her stomach twisted within her, no matter any misgivings she might have, she could in no way walk back her decision and risk looking weak.

And all the while, the odious Duke Perrington remained on her heels, requesting Blackbeak witches for whatever . . . experiments he and his ilk were carrying out beneath the mountains of Morath. And more and more, she was beginning to feel backed into a corner. The sword hanging over all their heads felt more inevitable than ever. What sort of Wing Leader would she be, to send her Blackbeaks into the arms of that human worm for his petty schemes?

And yet, who would she be if she sacrificed the Thirteen to the whims of her grandmother?

“Oh — W-Wing Leader,” came a low, husky voice from behind her. “I’m sorry, I hope I haven’t interrupted anything.”

Manon turned, silver eyebrows arching as she came face-to-face with exactly whom she’d expected. Elide Lochan’s dark eyes were wide as she lingered in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, studying Manon with a look that seemed to see not just through her, but directly into her. As instinctual as it was for her to flinch away from such a vulnerability, some strange part of her thrilled at the sight of it, at the utter lack of fear in the human woman’s gaze. Not many had been able to stare down the Blackbeak heir like that, so completely undaunted.

Then again, she supposed Elide hadn’t exactly witnessed her at the height of her glory lately.

With a dry, humorless little puff of a laugh, Manon said, “The only thing you have interrupted, Elide Lochan, is an evening spent wallowing.” She ushered the human in with a graceless wave of her hand. “Come in. And close the door.”

Elide obliged, allowing the door to fall shut behind her as she made her way into the room. Her gait was slow, stilted, and though she tried, she couldn’t quite disguise a tiny wince as she put her weight on her bad foot; Manon could only surmise that the bone-deep pain that often plagued the old, poorly-healed injury was particularly harrowing this evening. For some reason, she found herself wondering if asking Ghislaine for any information on poultices or pain-relieving herbs might be an option worth looking into.

“Sit,” Manon said, though it ended up coming out as more of a command than a direct show of hospitality. She’d never been one for idle niceties or platitudes, and in any case, Elide hardly seemed to mind. She gestured to the edge of the bed, somehow not finding it in herself to subject the girl to sitting on the pallet of hay on the cold ground.

With a grateful, relieved sigh, Elide sank down onto the corner of the mattress, closing her eyes as she leaned back and allowed her bad leg to stretch out. Manon’s stomach twisted at the sight of it — the ruin of her pale ankle, the strange angle at which the girl’s foot now sat. She could skin Vernon Lochan alive with only her iron nails for what he’d put his niece through, and take a good long time doing it. Not for the first time since she’d met the oily weasel of a man, she found herself thinking of how deserving he would be of a matching injury to the one he’d left Elide with.

That anyone should suffer like that was abhorrent, even to someone as ruthless as Manon . . . but the fact that a woman with witch blood flowing through her veins had been shackled like a dog, tied to the earth by some sniveling mortal . . . 

Before she realized it, her iron nails punched out, slicing thin lines into her palms. Elide, observant as ever, seemed to make note of it as Manon shook her hands free of their tightly-clenched fists, dark eyes keenly following every movement.

“You seem troubled,” Elide stated, and from anyone else Manon might have bristled at the insolence, the presumption, but the human’s words were frank and undeterred. “Did something happen today with you and the Thirteen?”

Manon looked up from where she’d been examining the small cuts left behind by her own razor-sharp nails. She didn’t dare let the surprise show on her face. “What do you know of it?” she asked, perhaps a shade too sharply. 

She told herself she didn’t care if Asterin had been mouthing off to everyone in Morath about it. Didn’t care if the entire Thirteen had been disobedient and disrespectful of her rank. Manon gritted her teeth until her jaw ached. No, that was just fine. Perfectly fine by her if they wanted to risk all their necks. She’d just punish them in kind and it was . . . absolutely fine.

Elide gave a small shrug, reaching to pull her curtain of thick, dark hair over one shoulder as she thoughtfully cocked her head. “Oh — no, I haven’t heard anything specific. It was only . . . I saw your Second walking past the mess hall as I finished up my kitchen duty and she seemed out of sorts as well. I . . . I did not intend to assume . . .”

Manon gave another hollow little chuckle, shaking her head with disbelief. “For a human, you are far too observant for your own good,” she muttered. Perhaps as much of an admission as she would give Elide, for now. “And in any case, Asterin is no longer my Second. What does it matter?” she bit out.

“Your Thirteen are a unit,” was all Elide said in response, as if that explained everything. “It — the way you all are with each other — I have never seen anything quite like it before.” A faint red flush tinted the human��s cheeks. “It only . . . I only brought it up because it seems a shame to let that all crumble apart now.”

Bold. This little mortal was bold indeed, for presuming to instruct Manon on how she was to deal with her own warriors. The Blackbeak heir lifted an eyebrow, folding her arms squarely across her chest. When she met Elide’s gaze, she expected the girl to blink, to blush and stammer and look away out of embarrassment or fear. Humans typically reacted that way, always so full of bluster until it came time to put action behind their meaningless, frilly words. Therefore she couldn’t help the mildest shock — and perhaps amusement — that rang through her as Elide met her gaze, and steadily held it. And those eyes of hers, so strangely wise and perceptive, flashing with what almost looked close to challenge.

“Hmph,” Manon concluded. The faintest smirk played at the corner of her mouth. “And I suppose a human such as yourself knows so much about leading a coven of witches.”

Elide didn’t shrink from the sharpness of her words the way Manon had anticipated. She merely swallowed — perhaps a touch unevenly, but that was the extent of any nervousness that could be found — and said, “Perhaps not. But if there’s one thing I believe I do know quite a bit about, it is survival.”

Manon snorted. “You think us incapable of surviving some errant duke’s idle threats, Elide Lochan?” She didn’t dare give voice to the secret worry she’d been nursing in the pit of her stomach lately — that those threats might very well turn to reality, especially if her grandmother had anything to say about it.

Indeed, Elide seemed to sense the very direction of her thoughts. Something in her gaze softened a bit as she responded, “No — of course not. Anyone would be foolish to think you or the rest of your Thirteen incapable. But . . . but I have to imagine that division amongst you . . . perhaps it creates too great a risk.”

Manon nodded curtly. “Which is precisely why I enforced rank earlier. Why Asterin —” she cut herself off, closing her eyes for a moment. Collected herself with a deep breath. After a moment, she shook her head and began again, more smoothly than before, “She has grown reckless, and poses a danger to us all. It is best to cut out any dissent before it festers.”

Elide seemed to consider this for a moment. Manon wasn’t entirely certain why she was curious to hear the human woman’s response — why there was a strange part of her that hoped she would see Manon’s perspective and understand it. She had never cared to explain herself before, and certainly not to some mortal who would be nothing but dust and food for worms in a hundred years. So why — why now did she feel so oddly laid bare, so on edge at the thought of what this girl might say?

“Could there — could there truly be so much harm in hearing them out?” said Elide at last, sliding her contemplative gaze back to Manon’s. “Perhaps that might prove a more efficient way to quiet any discontent. A just and fair leader might —”

“Just? Fair?” Manon snarled. With a bark of disdainful laughter, she shook her head. Raked her fingers through the moon-white hair threatening to spill loose from its braid. “Those are naive ambitions of mortals. When you have lived as long as one of us, you realize the world rewards such things as fairness and justice with little more than suffering in the end. Kindness is not enough to save anyone.”

And kindness, she knew, would not shield Asterin, or the rest of her Thirteen, or even Elide, from those who would do them harm. Manon Blackbeak knew very well who — what — she was, and pretending otherwise would only be a waste of everyone’s time. She had been born with a heart as dark as the thickets of Oakwald on a moonless night. Born into the world wailing and bloodied, tearing her way out of her mother, a true Blackbeak warrior to the core. She could not love, could not care for others as humans could. So why bother upholding a worthless illusion of it?

They have made you into monsters. Made, Manon. And we feel sorry for you.

“The world is not one of your nursemaid’s pretty stories,” Manon said again, what little heart she’d been born with wreathing itself in ice.

“Are you truly so averse to the idea of trying a new approach?” Elide asked, her voice more filled with honest surprise than any kind of judgment. No, she didn’t appear frightened in the slightest — and Manon wasn’t entirely certain if that unnerved her or not. “You really believe yourself to be that much of a monster?”

Manon stiffened, the words hitting her like a blow to her unguarded stomach. Monster. Once, that word had been all she’d aspired towards. She’d gloried in bloodshed, roared at the skies alongside her grandmother and reveled in the terror and awe her very name inspired. She and her Thirteen had glutted themselves on mortal suffering, gotten drunk on the heat and chaos of battle. Once, to be called a monster would have had Manon glowing with pride; to be her grandmother’s creature was all she’d wanted in the world. All she’d ever been taught to want.

Her voice went low and cold as she declared, the words wooden and rehearsed as if she’d said them a thousand times before, “I am all I was born to be. Discipline, obedience, brutality. That is the mark we Blackbeak witches must leave upon the world. We do not suffer weaklings.”

For some reason she couldn’t quite name, the words rang hollow within her.

Elide shook her head, glancing up at the low stone ceiling. Something in Manon’s chest twisted strangely at the sight of it, the look on the girl’s face — as if it had been faintly tinged with something close to disappointment. She wasn’t sure why the idea rattled her so. Why she wanted to grab the human woman by the shoulders and make that expression go away, why she felt as if she’d missed some unseen expectation.

“What?” Manon demanded, a knife-sharp edge creeping into her voice in spite of her efforts to remain cool and unaffected.

Elide just said, “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

The silence hung in the air between them, heavy and thick and suddenly much too hard to breathe. Manon took in a whistling breath, and her lungs seemed strangely constricted, her throat tight. Elide’s eyes met hers, so open and free of restraint, so . . . so trusting that they nearly burned Manon to look at. So full of wretched, foolish belief in her that it felt damning.

She had been told she was beautiful before. Human men had complimented her, lavished her with praise before she used them for pleasure and bled them out for the thrill of it afterwards. None of it had ever made her feel anything. None of their empty platitudes had ever been enough to stir something within the dark pit where her heart should be.

But this — Elide’s words, spoken with such sincerity, focusing not on her physical beauty, but upon her character, her intrinsic self . . . she couldn’t quite explain why it threatened the very foundation upon which she stood. Threatened to bring her to her very knees, like the quaking of some great mountain beneath her feet. Or the swell of an approaching summer storm.

It was all Manon could do to pretend to muster up some pride, to regain her composure and give a soft little laugh. She shook her head as if to dismiss the very notion, the very idea that Elide saw her in such a positive light at all.

“Perhaps you are indeed blind, then,” Manon murmured at last, unsure why the thought filled her with the closest thing to sadness she’d felt in a while. “If you truly think so highly of me. Humans do have the unfortunate tendency to trust far too easily.”

Manon strode across the room to where a small, utilitarian mirror had been bolted onto the wall, allowing herself to see her own pale reflection as she made work of unbraiding her hair. Apart from the Thirteen, only Elide Lochan, as they’d been sharing this room to shield her from her uncle Vernon’s threats, had seen her with her hair down like this. Before now, the vulnerability of it had never truly bothered her before. 

“There is good in you, Manon,” Elide said, her resolve unwavering. “I know there is. And it is not how we are born that determines who we are.”

When her hair hung free down past her shoulders, Manon glanced back at Elide, meeting the woman’s gaze through the mirror. And what she saw there . . . in the dim light, the warmth of Elide’s eyes, the smooth sheen of her hair, the delicate curves of her fine-boned body . . . it hit her low in her gut.

She turned back to face Elide. Strode slowly over to the bed, her steps prowling, purposeful. Some part of her remained dimly aware that this was yet another mask, an attempt to chase away how close to striking some painful truth they’d come, but she pushed it away as she sank down onto the bed right at Elide’s side. As she leaned in, and a taunting, smug little smile curved at the edges of her full, red mouth. She savored the flush on Elide’s cheeks as she moved closer, the way her witch’s hearing could pick up on the fluttering pulse in the woman’s neck, the quickening of her breath.

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” Manon said.

And at last, there it was — she got the satisfaction of something finally shattering through Elide’s carefully-maintained composure. Manon watched intently as Elide took a shallow, shuddering little breath,her tongue darting quickly out to lick her lips.

“You’re taunting me,” said Elide, making a valiant effort at refusing to back down from her.

A low chuckle rose from the back of Manon’s throat. “You have absolutely no idea what it would be like for you if I truly wished to taunt you, Elide Lochan.”

The redness on Elide’s face deepened, bringing out the freckles along the bridge of her nose. She leaned in closer, until her nose and Manon’s were nearly touching, until their rasping breaths were nearly one. “Go ahead and tease me, then,” Elide breathed, her words a shaky whisper. “Keep trying to push me away. But you won’t make me believe it, Manon. You won’t change that you’re good inside, and you know it.”

“It’s been a long day,” Manon all but growled, her fingers burying themselves in the fabric of Elide’s rumpled tunic, “and I want a distraction. You can provide it, human,” she said, allowing the implication to sink in as her eyes traveled to Elide’s lips, then back to her eyes again, “or get out.”

And to her surprise, Elide Lochan proved all too eager to rise to the occasion.

Without any further prompting, Elide leaned in and closed the remaining distance between them. The softness of her lips brushed against Manon’s, and a white-hot, urgent need curled tightly within the Blackbeak heir’s stomach. Yes, it had been an age since she’d taken a human woman to her bed, and Elide . . . gods, she just wanted Elide to stop looking at her like that. Wanted nothing but pure pleasure and release to take the edge of their conversation, to make Elide realize that there was nothing more to be had from her.

To make her see that caring . . . it was too much for her to bear right now. The thought of risking Asterin and the Thirteen was hard enough right now without having to make room for anyone else. So right now, it was best to just keep her at an emotional distance.

Elide’s kisses were light, testing the waters. Tentative in a way that came dangerously close to endearing. Featherlight kisses trailed from Manon’s lips to the sharp curve of her jaw, the slope of her neck. Manon’s eyes fluttered and she tipped her head back, gritting her teeth to hold back the moan she felt building in her throat.

Enough of this tenderness. She didn’t need sweetness, didn’t want to be bedded like some blushing virgin — she growled, getting ready to tell Elide just that, and then —

— and then it was Elide pulling back, Elide with the beginnings of a smug, confident smirk on her face. Rising from the bed and moving back from her, an amused glint in her eyes. As if . . . as if she’d been the one to cleverly pull the strings this whole time, to work Manon up into a frenzy and —

“Enough toying around, Elide, and get on with it,” Manon said roughly, her voice betraying her need.

“Perhaps another time,” said Elide Lochan with a chuckle, that beautiful husky voice as smooth and unaffected as Manon had ever heard it.

And before Manon could even protest, before she could bellow and demand that Elide come back here this instant and finish what she started, the human woman had all but breezed out of the room, moving surprisingly quickly even with her bad leg. As if . . . as if this had been a plan she’d formed in that devious little mind.

Perhaps if she weren’t quite so frustrated, she might have found it within herself to be impressed by it. Though Elide was mortal, Manon did have to admit . . . that witches’ blood in the girl’s veins ran true.

Manon sat in bed, staring blankly ahead at the door.

Sat there for what felt like an eternity, cold and empty and aching.

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[zoyaofthegardvn]

If you’re comfortable, maybe some smut with Manon asks Elide? But with Elide as the top and Manon as the bottom?

Jealousy, Jealousy

A/N: I would love to! They're one of my favorite Throne of Glass ships! Thanks so much for requesting, anon :)

CW: Smut! 18+ plz.

Angst, to fluff, to smut!

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Elide can't help the pit growing in her stomach as she watches Manon. They're on a diplomatic trip to Adarlan, and Elide hates how friendly the King, Dorian Havilliard, seems to be with Manon.

Elide knows that they were almost a thing, during the period of time Elide was off searching for Queen Aelin and she and Manon had gone separate ways. Manon has told her, several times, that it resulted in nothing because she could only think of her.

But, Dorian doesn't seem to know that Manon's committed now, dedicated to Elide. She wonders if the King, whom she would have considered a friend, even cares. She wonders if it's as obvious to her lover as it is to her.

Of course it is. Manon is too damn smart to not notice.

And at the thought of that, the pit in Elide's stomach grows when she considers the possibility that Manon doesn't mind the attention, the flirting. Maybe she even wants it.

She shakes the thought from her head, brows scrunching as she watches Dorian lean his arm on Manon's shoulder, as she sees Manon laughing at whatever (probably terrible) joke he's just told. She knows Manon loves her. But, Manon hadn't ever been committed before she came along... does she regret it, now?

The longer she thinks about it, the more she goes from sad to angry. She's frustrated, and annoyed, and after days of enduring this, she's fed up.

It isn't until Dorian tugs on a loose piece of white hair that's fallen from Manon's braid that Elide reaches her breaking point.

She slams the stack of papers she had been shuffling through onto the table. Queen Aelin, who had been watching Elide watch them the entire time, sighs and reaches for Elide's hand. Manon's attention has shifted, entirely focused on her girlfriend now. It's like she has a special sense for Elide, knowing when she's on the move. She sees Elide yank her hand from Aelin's reach, she sees her reddened face and her scowl, and she sees her turn and walk quickly towards the exit.

The doors open with a loud creak, and they slam shut as Elide storms off.

Immediately, Manon's concerned. Shrugging off the heavy arm of the pest that is Dorian Havilliard, ignoring him calling her name in question, she heads toward the table where now just Aelin sits.

Her once enemy now reluctant friend just shakes her head at Manon, clearly annoyed. Manon decides not to approach her, to save herself from whatever sarcasm she's loaded with today. Clearly, something's happened. Manon won't play he said she said by asking Aelin, she'll go directly to the source.

Opening the doors, in a much less dramatic fashion, Manon spots Elide at the end of the lengthy hallway. She's walking fast, almost sprinting.

Manon calls her name, but she does not turn around. She keeps her head down, avoiding the stares thrown her way by the castle staff.

She turns the corner quickly, hoping to escape before Manon catches up with her. She thinks that yes, maybe she's overreacting. Maybe she's a bit too jealous. But Manon is the same woman that ordered the Thirteen to guard Elide like a hawk when she thought Petrah Blueblood might have been flirting with her.

And so, Elide can't bring herself to care about how she's acting.

The castle, though, is a maze. Elide can't seem to navigate it no matter how many times she's been shown countless routes in, out of, and through the space.

She's turning down hallway after hallway, unsure if Manon is behind her, and she can't decide if she wants her to be or not.

Finally, finally, she spots a door she recognizes. It leads outside, to an open area, a pond, some seating, and a little stone path that leads to a Garden? Maze? A mere walkway? Elide isn't sure what to call this part of the grounds. Adarlan isn't a very green place, not like Terrasen. It's all manmade, the garden unnatural. But she's been out here once or twice before, it's a nice place to wander, to get lost. The King often hosts gatherings here, but the weather is chilly and it'll be dark soon.

It's empty, save for the single guard that stands at the door.

He offers Elide a nod, knowing she's permitted to go almost anywhere she chooses. And, Elide thinks to herself, he must be able to tell she's upset, frustrated. A bear not to be poked.

The cool air is a welcome comfort to her flushed skin, hot with anger. The sounds of the pond are gentle on her ears, drowning out the sound of Manon laughing at his jokes, his stupid, silly, man jokes. Whatever that means.

Her fast pace doesn't let up, though. She ventures deeper into the path, hoping to walk it off, to be alone. And, maybe a small, tiny part of her wants Manon to have to work to find her. If she's even still looking.

Her doubts are put to rest when she doesn't even make it out of sight from the garden doors when she hears, "Elide Lochan, come back here!"

Oh. Manon sounds angry. Pissed. Livid.

Elide stops for a second, she shoots a glare over her shoulder, meeting her girlfriend's angry golden stare. Manon bares her teeth, lips curling into a snarl.

"ELIDE! What are you doing?" She spits out.

Elide rolls her eyes, and keeps walking. Her pace picks up again, and she keeps going, keeps turning, until she's swallowed by the shrubs, the statues, the vines.

Manon is hot on her heels, however. She can hear her stomping towards her.

"Gods damnit, Elide, stop!"

Manon's footsteps pick up. Now, she's jogging to catch her lover, who is pissing her off beyond what she thought she was capable of.

When she finally catches up to her, she grasps Elide's upper arm, whirling her around to face her.

Elide goes to protest, but before she can, Manon's in her face, roaring, "What do you think you're doing!?"

Again, Elide opens her mouth to speak, and again, Manon's cutting her off. "Are you insane?! It's cold out here, you've got no coat on, and you stormed out of the council hall without a word to me! You ran off, you could have been lost o-or... hurt! What is wrong with you!? I need to know where you're at, at ALL times, this is not our home, Elide!"

Elide rolls her eyes, and tries to pull her arm from Manon's hand, but Manon just tightens her hold.

"Eli-"

"Do you really not trust me in your boyfriend's castle?" Elide finally sneers, realizing she isn't getting out of this. She isn't getting the chance to cool down, like she initially wanted. But now that the fight is here, she welcomes it.

Her question immediately shuts Manon up. She watches her pale eyebrows furrow, her mouth twisting into a scowl. She says nothing, for a moment, and again Elide tries to release herself from her hold.

At the movement, Manon uses her other hand to grab Elide's other arm, holding her directly in front of her.

"That's what this is about?" Manon scoffs, as if Elide didn't see anything she need worry about.

Elide feels her anger begin to boil again, and she hiss out, "Of course that's what this is about! Go back to him, then, in his cushy little castle if it's too damn cold out here!"

It's Manon's turn to roll her eyes, but she visibly grows less angry. In fact, she looks amused.

She smirks at Elide before speaking, "You're jealous of him?"

Elide scoffs, "I am not jealous!"

At Manon's raised eyebrow, she speaks again. "Okay, yes, I am jealous. And it isn't just about him, it's about you!"

Like this is all one big joke, Manon asks, "Oh?"

Elide brings her hands up, and with one hard shove, she frees herself from Manon's loosened grip.

"You knew he was flirting with you, and you didn't do anything!"

"Elide, st-"

"NO! How do you think that made me feel? Knowing that before you and I were together, you were almost with him! How am I supposed to feel when I see him touching you, making you laugh, tugging on your damn hair!" Elide can feel tears welling up in her eyes, she's so gods damn angry.

She takes a step back, and then two, putting space between herself and Manon.

Manon's face has softened, now. She doesn't look amused anymore, and she doesn't look angry.

She looks... guilty. It's a look she's never seen on Manon's face before, and she almost feels bad for putting it there. But she's too hurt to do so.

"It might be nothing to you, Manon, but it means a lot to me when my girlfriend doesn't say anything about us. When she doesn't stand up for me and our relationship." Elide curses herself when she hears her voice crack at the end, afraid that Manon will find her silly for her emotions.

The space is near silent, the only sounds are Elide's hard breathing and the trickling water of the pond.

Manon doesn't take her eyes off of her, and her heavy gaze makes Elide lower her own, too upset to even look at her.

She hears Manon take slow, shuffling footsteps, until she can see Manon's boots right in front of her.

"Elide..." Her voice is quiet, gentle, softer than Elide's ever heard from her.

Elide doesn't move. She doesn't lift her head.

"Elide, please, look at me."

Again, she remains still. Her eyes close, and she tries to remain focused on her breathing. On keeping the tears that have gathered from spilling over.

"Baby, please, I'm sorry."

Manon almost never apologizes. On the rare occasion that she has, it's only ever been to Elide, the only person in the world she's afraid of hurting.

So, though it isn't the first time Elide's heard Manon say 'I'm sorry,' it still catches her off guard.

Finally, she raises her head to look at her girlfriend. Manon's brows are slightly furrowed, and her lips are in a bit of a pout.

She takes another step towards Elide, and again, she grasps Elide's arms. This time, she's gentle, running her hands in soothing motions, up and down Elide's arms then down to her hands, Manon frowning as she holds them, feeling how cold they are.

Elide watches her through blurred vision, until she just gives in, allowing a few silent tears to leak from her eyes, run down her cheeks.

Manon feels like she's been punched in the gut at the sight. "I am so sorry, my love. I didn't realize how much it would bother you."

Elide sneers at that, "Of course it would bother me, Manon."

Manon nods, ashamed of herself for the first time in her long life.

"I-I just... He's a King, Elide. A true, rightful King. A good King. H-He isn't King Dorian Kin Slayer. He's just... King Dorian Havilliard."

Elide goes to stop her, "So wha-"

"Elide, everyone loves him. No one fears him. He has... power, so much of it, power that would never be challenged, his decisions are law...and... I-I don't know. I want him to like me, to respect me, to never question my authority as Witch Queen because my claim would not go so easily unchallenged."

Elide just stares at her, a questioning look on her face. She's still beyond frustrated, but truly, she never thought Manon would want to hurt her, that she was knowingly upsetting her.

Manon takes a deep breath in, and breaks eye contact with her, too embarrassed to see her reaction.

"It's the same reason I put up with Aelin's sarcasm, her insufferable attitude. I'm Manon Kin Slayer, Manon Witch Killer. I've done so much damage to the people I'm leading, a-and... Dorian and Aelin have only ever done what's right, what's best. I want them to like me, Elide. I want them to see me as one of them because the second they don't, they could take me down. Together, they could take out a Witch Queen, and the Witches, too."

Manon looks down at their hands, and she feels relieved when Elide offers a squeeze, urging her on. "I hate when he flirts with me. His jokes aren't funny. His outfits are so, so obnoxious. And his hair is just ridiculous," Elide smiles a bit at that, though Manon does not see.

"And, he's my friend in a way, yes, but he is a diplomatic partner, an ally, above all else. I feel no affection for him. I never have, I never will. Even when he... when he had made it clear how he felt for me, all those years ago, I never once returned those feelings, or implied that there were any. Because you, Elide, are all I could think about. You're all I do think about."

Elide nods, but still, she does not speak. At the silence, Manon finally looks up.

"Elide, I am so, so sorry. I am not someone that cares about what people think of me, or at least, I try to be. But sometimes... sometimes I feel so undeserving. Of this position... of you. It is not easy to admit."

Elide sighs, and she squeezes Manon's hand again. "Manon, I... thank you, for telling me this. I know it isn't easy."

Manon's face looks pained, because no, it isn't easy. But she'll do anything to make sure she doesn't lose the only person she's ever loved like this. "He is, truly, just someone that I work with. That we work with, because you are involved in all things that I do. I am sorry that I let him get away with the flirting. I had hoped, foolishly, that you would not be bothered because you knew how utterly in love I am with you, that I have eyes for no other."

"Manon..." Elide begins, but Manon is cutting her off.

"But I was wrong to think that, it was wrong, so wrong, of me to assume that. It's my job to show you every single day how committed I am to you, and I will never, ever, allow any doubts to fill your head again. I will never let you down again," she steps just in just a bit more, close enough that their chests are almost touching, "I'm really sorry, Elide. Please, forgive me. I'll put him in his place, I swear to you, it will never happen again."

Her face is so determined, so sure, and yet, Elide can tell that she's anxious, waiting to see if she'll scream at her, tell her to leave, tell her that they're over, that she can't forgive her.

But Elide would never, ever do that. Especially not over something like this. It took a lot out of Manon to be able to admit her insecurities, and Elide, though still a bit hurt, is proud of her girlfriend.

Elide leans forward, resting her forehead against Manon's, who bends her head down to meet her. She watches her eyelids flutter closed, relieved that she hasn't lost her love today.

"Manon," Elide whispers, "I was really hurt today, as I have been the past few days, watching him flirt with you while you said nothing."

Manon grimaces, but she doesn't say anything, knowing that it's Elide who needs to speak now.

"But... I knew that you didn't want to hurt me, I know that you love me. But, I deserve to be stood up for, the way that I stand up for you."

Manon opens her eyes, golden gaze looking into Elide's dark one. "You do, Elide, you do. I'm sorry."

Elide gives her a soft smile, shushes her, and leans in, giving her a small, quick peck on her lips. When she pulls away, Manon tries to follow, but Elide drops her hands in favor of cradling her face.

"Manon, let me finish," Manon nods her head, waiting for her to go on.

"I forgive you, love. I know that you're sorry, and I trust you to make sure it doesn't happen again. And... thank you, for telling me how you feel about all of this. I didn't know you felt that way," Elide pauses for a moment to stare into Manon's eyes, rubbing her thumbs along her cheekbones, "but I am really proud of you for being able to admit it to me."

Again, she gives Manon a quick kiss. "You are the best Queen the Witches could ask for. You are not your past, you are so different from the girl your grandmother tried to mold you into. You are harsh, yes. Stubborn, and cold, and quick to anger," Manon laughs, but she doesn't interject, "but you are also passionate, and protective, and fierce and dedicated. Anyone who denies your grace, your leadership, your complete dedication to the Witches is just wrong. I'm sorry you've been feeling this way, but I promise you, Manon, you are admired. You are already respected. You have nothing to prove to anyone."

Manon wraps her arms around Elide's waist, pulling her in for an embrace. She tucks her head into Elide's neck, breathing in her comforting scent.

"Thank you, Elide. I love you, so much. I'll do right by you, I swear it."

Her voice is muffled, but Elide hears it all the same. She rubs Manon's back and says, "I know you will, my love. I love you, too."

They stay like that for a moment more, and then Manon's pulling away, holding Elide by the waist. "We need to go in, little one. It's too cold for you to be out here."

Elide nods. She's freezing, but too stubborn to admit it.

Because she can never help herself, she kisses Manon again, before pulling away and giving her a wicked look. "I know something that could warm me up."

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When they get back to their room that they had been given for the duration of their stay, Elide pushes Manon up against the door the second it closes shut.

Her mouth is on her, their lips tangled together in a wet, hot, passionate kiss.

Manon nips at Elide's lower lip, tugging at it as she pulls away so they can catch their breaths. Elide smirks at her before going back in, hand reaching up to the back of her neck, pushing her deeper into the kiss. Elide sucks on Manon's tongue before she breaks the kiss, in favor of trailing her lips downwards. She kisses her chin, her jaw, the spot below her ear. Then, she attaches her lips to her neck, sucking a mark and soothing it with her tongue.

Manon's panting, and she grabs Elide by the hair to bring her up for another searing kiss before she starts walking the both of them backwards, toward the bed.

Elide pulls back and stops their movement, spinning them so that Manon's the one with her back to the bed. At her confused look, Elide smiles and says, "I'm the one that needs to show you who you belong to, I want to lead us tonight."

Manon looks surprised for a second, before it turns to pure, feral delight.

"Yeah, kitten? You wanna show me who I belong to?" She purrs.

Elide bites her lip and nods, placing her hands on Manon's shoulders and guiding her backwards. When her legs hit the bed, she falls down onto it, and watches as Elide takes a few steps back.

"Watch me undress, and do not touch..." Quickly, Elide adds, "that means yourself, too." Manon narrows her eyes at the command, and when she doesn't respond, just watches Elide with a hungry gaze, Elide says again, sterner this time, "No touching, Manon! Say yes."

With a playful roll of her eyes, Manon says "Yes, kitty, I won't touch."

Elide hums in approval, and reaches behind herself to pull the laces of her dress. She doesn't break eye contact with her lover as the dress comes loose, and Elide works it off her arms, over her hips, down her legs.

Manon's eyes roam her body, now just clad in underwear and a band across her chest.

Elide pulls those off, too, starting with the fabric covering her breasts. They hang heavy, aching with the desire to be touched. Manon's eyes are locked onto her pretty pink nipples, until she slides her underwear off and Manon's gaze falls to the apex of her thighs.

"You're so beautiful, Elide." Her voice is strained with want.

Elide takes a few steps forward, her lips parting to reveal shining wetness.

"It's your turn. Clothes off."

Manon nods, smirking at the authoritative tone in her girlfriend's voice.

She pulls her tunic over her head, ripping the band from her breasts eagerly. She pulls her boots off, then stands for a second to pull her leather pants down her legs, her underwear dropping, too. She goes to move towards Elide, but Elide takes a quick step back, tutting at her for nearly breaking her rule.

"I said no touching, Manon, lay back on the bed."

Manon growls in frustration, but listens, quite enjoying her bossy lover for the evening.

When she's settled on the bed, propped back on the many pillows, bare and wanting, she asks, "Are you going to come here, little one? Let me warm you up?"

Elide smiles, and shakes her head. "Not yet."

She moves to stand directly at the foot of the bed, eyeing Manon's perky breasts, the white dusting of hair between her legs.

"Spread your legs, Manon."

She does, revealing her pink, warm wetness.

"Good," Elide's voice is sultry as she speaks, "now watch as I touch myself to the sight of you."

Manon raises an eyebrow at the command, but does as she's told. Elide watches her closely, making sure her hands don't wander her own body, or that she doesn't reach for her.

Manon's eyes never leave her curves, eyes flitting back and forth from her tits, over the plush expanse of her torso, to her wet heat, down her thick thighs.

Elide brings her own hands up to her chest, cupping her breasts, pinching and twisting her own nipples. She watches Manon's hands twitch, eager to be the one groping her. She runs her hands down her waist, her hips, until she's dipping a hand down to her wet cunt.

She places a knee on the bed so that she can get better access, and she starts copying the movements Manon usually uses on her, pleasuring herself at the sight of her naked lover.

"Fuck, Elide, does that feel good? It can't feel as good as when I fuck you." Manon's voice is thick, laced with desire.

Elide shrugs, like she hadn't ever considered it. Again, Manon growls in frustration, narrowing her eyes to golden slits, resisting the urge to snap at her, to take control. Instead, she does as Elide instructed, gripping the sheets to occupy her hands.

"Good girl." Elide purrs.

Her middle finger rubs circles on her clit, and her other hand continues to play with her breasts. She keeps her eyes trained on Manon, her eyelids hooded from pleasure.

She feels herself growing wetter, and she picks up the pace, adding her pointer finger to the circling and rubbing.

"Do you like watching me touch myself, baby?"

Manon hisses, "I'd rather be the one doing it, kitty."

Elide laughs a bit, then dips her two fingers into her entrance. "Mmm, I'm sure you would, but I'd prefer you watched right now, like I had to watch you flirt with someone else."

Manon's brows furrow, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. "I did not flirt with him, you know that."

Elide smirks, knowing she'll likely pay for riling Manon up later. But, for now, it's too much fun.

"Same difference." Elide gets one last look at her girlfriend's scowl before she's tilting her head back, giving in to the pleasure she's giving herself.

She thrusts her fingers slowly for a moment, then she picks up the pace rather quickly, eager to give herself an orgasm so that she can have Manon do it next.

She curls her fingers in a 'come hither' motion, hitting that spot deep inside of her, the spot that only Manon can reach so well. Her moans are soft and sweet, and when she feels that coil in her stomach approaching its release, she brings her eyes back to Manon, who is gripping the bed, white-knuckled.

Her eyes lock on Manon's cunt, dripping onto the sheets, puffy from desire. The sight is enough to send her over the edge, into a soft, short, climax. She continues a rhythmic pumping, riding it out, sighing as she comes down from her high.

Elide pulls her fingers from her still pulsing cunt, and places her foot back onto the ground.

"Come here, baby."

Manon wastes no time, eagerly rising to her hands and knees, making her way to the foot of the bed. She sits on her thighs in front of her, and before Elide can even tell her to, she's grabbing her wrist, bringing the two fingers she's just came around to her mouth, sucking on her fingers, licking her essence from her digits. She keeps steady eye contact while her warm tongue works Elide's fingers.

Manon smiles while releasing her fingers with a pop, then she's surging forward, grabbing the back of Elide's neck, bringing her in for a passionate kiss.

Elide groans into her mouth, her hands grabbing Manon by the waist, bringing her naked body flush against her own.

She pulls back slightly, Manon pulling her lower lip between her teeth for a brief second before letting go.

"I thought," Manon kisses her again, "I told you," again, another kiss, "no touching, Manon?"

Manon groans, kissing down Elide's neck, leaving hot, wet marks in her wake.

"Let me touch, kitty, please, I've learned my lesson." Her mouth then begins sucking a mark on the top of Elide's right breast.

Elide resists the urge to point out that making her watch her touch herself was hardly a punishment, especially compared to Manon's punishments. But truly, she wants Manon's hands on her, so she just hums in response.

Manon's hands reach for her tits, tugging and tweaking both of her nipples, then grasping her breasts, squeezing them and kissing along her cleavage.

She pulls her mouth from her body briefly, wraps her arms around her, then she's pulling Elide onto the bed with her.

Elide squeals in surprise, propping herself on her hands as she takes in Manon's form underneath of her.

Manon bites her lips, eyeing Elide's breasts swaying in her face. She goes to flip them over, to have her girlfriend underneath her, now. But Elide doesn't let her, pushing her arms back down to her sides.

"I'm still in control here," she leans down, right next to her ear, before adding, "little witch." Manon groans, and Elide gives her earlobe a gentle nibble.

She sits back, straddling Manon's upper thighs. She grasps her tits, massaging them and tugging on her nipples the way she did to her's. She eyes her chest, thinking of how much of an empty canvas it is.

"I'm going to mark you, baby, I want everyone to know who you belong to." Her head dips down, latching onto a nipple while her thumb and forefinger pinch her other one.

Manon arches her chest into her mouth, a smile evident in her voice when she says, "Oh, are you, kitty? I think I like when you're possessive."

Elide releases the breast in her hand, giving Manon a playful smack on the side of her thigh. Then, she moves her mouth to her other nipple, sucking harshly before pulling away to trail kisses across her chest.

She starts at the top of her chest, sucking a mark, using her teeth, soothing the angry red spot with her tongue. She follows this pattern across the tops of her breasts, down between them, and even sucking marks into the undersides of her tits.

She pulls back to admire her work, her lips swollen and wet. Manon had started bucking her hips halfway through Elide's ministrations, and she was properly desperate now. Her chest is moving rapidly, heaving with desire.

Her pale skin, Elide thinks, looks so beautiful littered with the hickeys she's just given her. She wouldn't mind giving her one everyday, so that they're a permanent reminder for Dorian, for anyone.

"Do you think you've proven your point yet?" Manon asks with a smirk, equally obsessed with how her chest now looks.

"Hmmm, I don't know, Manon, do you feel like I have? Like I've made you mine?" Elide knows she's just baiting her at this point, but she can't help but love when this cruel, wicked, scary little witch admits how whipped she is for her.

Manon bucks, hard, but Elide keeps her pinned to the bed, squeezing her thighs around her hips and thighs.

"Of course I know I'm yours, like you know you're mine, what a stupid question." Her voice is dark and dangerous, eyes brewing with annoyance.

But, Manon can never stay too angry at her lover, the sole person she loves more than anything in this world. All is soothed when Elide plants a sweet kiss to her lips.

Then, Elide's sitting back up, and she begins shuffling up Manon's body.

Her eyes go wide, and she asks, eagerly, "Are you gonna ride my face, kitty? You finally gonna let me make you come?"

Elide snorts, she really can't help but antagonize Manon at this point. "Are you gonna make me come, baby?"

Manon growls, biting Elide's inner thigh and bringing a hand up to smack her ass. Elide gasps and jerks, before scrunching her face in mock anger and tutting at her girl.

Finally, finally, she lowers herself, sitting on her girlfriend's beautiful, delicately carved face. Manon gets to work like a woman starved, immediately flicking Elide's clit with her tongue, licking a stripe from the hood of her clit to her wet, dripping hole. Elide grasps the headboard for support, moaning as Manon sucks her clit into her mouth.

"Fuck baby, that feels good."

Spurred on by the praise, Manon starts working harder, alternating between licking into her and sucking on her bundle of nerves. She dips her tongue into her entrance, feeling her tighten in pleasure, wetness gushing out to coat Manon's face. Her nose nudges her clit while she fucks her with her tongue, and Elide's eyes are rolling into the back of her head from the pleasure. No one can make her feel as good as Manon does, not even herself.

Again, she's feeling that coil in her lower belly. She starts bucking her hips, and Manon's grasp on her thighs tighten, urging her to ride her face in earnest. She trails her hands to Elide's ass, squeezing her generous curves, pulling them apart, then landing a gentle smack onto one of her cheeks.

Elide is shamelessly moaning and groaning, riding Manon's face rapidly, chasing her high. "I'm gonna come, baby, fuckkk, just like that."

Manon needs her to come, she needs it to fill her mouth, coat her face, linger in the back of her throat for days.

She groans against her wet heat, the vibrations shooting tingles up Elide's spine. Her tongue flicks faster, harder, against her clit, back and forth and up and down. Again, her tongue makes its way into her, and Elide comes with a long moan, throwing her head back, playing with one of her own tits. She clenches down on Manon's tongue, and Manon guides her to keep her hips moving, letting her ride out her second high of the evening.

As she comes down and her breathing evens out, she climbs down Manon's body, resting on top of her. Manon's hands come up, combing through her hair, rubbing her back.

They rest for a few minutes, saying nothing, just enjoying being wrapped up in one another. Manon presses kisses to Elide's hairline, enjoying the sight of Elide's full ass that she can see over the top of her head.

Eventually, Elide breaks the peace, lifting herself back up to yet again straddle Manon.

Manon gives her a questioning gaze before asking, "Aren't you tired, kitty? Lay back."

Elide smiles at Manon's attentiveness, bending to kiss her lips. She pulls away and rests her forehead against her's, whispering into Manon's mouth, "I think I've got another in me, and I wanna see you come, too, baby."

Manon is, of course, not complaining. She captures Elide's lips again before she's sitting up. She moves off of Manon momentarily, grabbing Manon's knees and spreading her legs. Then, she climbs back on top of her, this time, straddling only one of her legs.

Her pussy is wet and warm as it meets Manon's thigh, and she gasps at the slight overstimulation. She looks down at her witch, who is staring at her like she's hanged the moon.

"You're a beast, woman." Manon rasps, eager to watch Elide come yet again.

Elide laughs, running her hand from Manon's collarbones, over her chest, down her toned stomach, and then finally, to her poor, untouched pussy.

"I think you deserve to come, too, even though you weren't very nice today." Her tone is playful, amused at how well Manon's behaved.

Manon nods her head, spreading her legs even more. "Touch me Elide, show me how good you make me feel, how good only you can make me feel."

Elide starts by rubbing slow circles into her clit, watching as her eyes flutter at finally having some sense of relief. At the same time, Elide begins moving her hips slowly, easing herself into it after the intense orgasm she had just had.

Manon's breasts bounce just the smallest amount due to Elide's rocking, but it's enough to make her mouth water, never being able to go without the taste of Manon's skin for too long. She leans down to suck on a nipple, tugging on it with her teeth before doing the same to the other.

Manon is so, so slick, it's easy to rub her, to pick up the pace. She gets firmer, then adds a second finger, dipping down to her entrance. She teases her opening, only pushing in the smallest amount, before gathering more wetness and returning to her clit.

Manon is groaning, trying to move her hips but unable to with Elide's weight on her.

"Are you this wet, just from seeing me come?"

Manon eyes Elide, watching as her cunt leaves a trail of wetness, smeared on her thigh with every move of her hips. She watches her breasts sway and bounce, her thighs flex as they do the work.

"I only get wet for you, kitty, you know that."

"Hmm, I suppose I do."

Elide's pace quickens, riding her thigh fast and rough, the feeling of overstimulation has fled and been replaced with the burning desire of another orgasm.

She brings her fingers to Manon's entrance, inserting two with ease, Manon's cunt eagerly sucking her in. Her thumb continues to rub her bundle of nerves as Elide thrusts, curling her fingers, reaching Manon's G-spot with ease.

Manon groans Elide's name, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. She's clenching, and Elide can tell she's as close to coming as she is, but she just needs a bit more.

Gently, as not to stretch her too much, Elide inserts a third finger. To Manon's delight, judging by her gasp and how tightly she squeezes around her fingers.

"Feels so good, Elide, I'm gonna come."

Putting more weight onto Manon's thigh, Elide gives herself more pressure, steadying herself with her other hand on the side of Manon's ribcage.

"Me too, baby, you're so fucking sexy."

Manon brings her eyes back to her lover, the goddess in her lap. Their gazes meet and Manon says, "Yeah, you gonna come for me? Gonna make me come, kitty?" She bites her lip as Elide nods, pace quickening yet again.

She rides Manon's thigh furiously, thrusting and curling her fingers, hard. Her thumb rubs passionate circles on Manon's clit, until finally, Manon comes with a shout of Elide's name, back arching off the bed, cunt clenching wildly, wetness gushing onto Elide's hand and wrist.

Just seconds after her, Elide comes, too. Her chest is flushed, and she's panting from the immense pleasure she's had in just one night.

They both catch their breathes, and Elide pulls her fingers from Manon's pulsing cunt slowly, then lays on the bed next to her.

She cuddles up to Manon, who turns to face her, throwing an arm over her waist.

Manon breaks the silence first, rubbing her nose along Elide's, saying, "That was so gods damned hot, my love."

Elide smiles, eyes droopy with sleep. "Hmm, should I be in charge more often?"

Manon grows serious, kissing Elide's forehead. "I don't plan on ever, ever, making you question my loyalty again. I know I already said it, but I am sorry, Elide... as fun as this night was," a smile returning to her voice as she finishes.

Before she can fall into the slumber she's now craving, Elide shushes her, saying, "I know Manon, there's nothing to forgive anymore. It's alright. I love you." Then, she burrows deeper into Manon's chest,

Before she finally slips under, she hears Manon say, with a sweetness reserved only for her, "I love you, too, Elide."

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A/N: This ended up being a lot longer than I really intended it to be, so I am so sorry for how long this request took! I also started it off with some angst, which I also hadn't originally planned for lol. But I hope this works, and again, thanks so much for requesting! :)

#manon crochan #manon blackbeak #manon blackbeak x reader #manon #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass series #throne of glass smut #throne of glass #elide lochan x manon blackbeak #elide #elide lochan #lady elide #manon blackbeak x elide lochan #manon x elide #elide x manon #malide #sapphic fanfic #sapphic ships #elide lochan smut #manon blackbeak smut #dorian havilliard #terrasen #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver galathynius #tog series #tog #sarah j maas #sjm #maas trash

[all-about-that-rec]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Manon Blackbeak/Elide Lochan Characters: Manon Blackbeak, Elide Lochan, Abraxos (Throne of Glass) Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Elide and Manon are married, tfw your wife insists on going over papers over and over again, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Canon, elide has a cane Summary:

Elide woke up alone.

Aka Elide goes on a search through the castle for her wife.

#manon blackbeak #elide lochan #malide #manon x elide #elide x manon #throne of glass #tog #sarah j maas #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic rec #fic rec #ao3

[nestaismommy]

I NEED MANON FAN FICS OR/AND ONE SHOTS IM BEGGING YOU. I feel like I’ve read all of them.

It hurts

#manon blackbeak #manon x elide #manon x reader #malide #throne of glass fanfiction #tog fanfic

[uc-beepboop]

Got a fic check it out if you finished Arc 8 and want to see the revolutionary politician lesbians

#unprepared casters #unprepared casters fanfiction #fanfic #fic #uc arc 8 #the king is dead #nephila mori #Laz Malidity #nephilaz

[shyvioletcat]

#7 on the fanfic ask game :)

What ship will you never write for?

Probably Malide. I just don’t feel it and I ship Elorcan a little too hard for my brain to really get into it enough to write.

Thanks for asking!

Ask me fic things

[dawninlatin]

Melting Ice

A Malide One Shot (940 words)

Masterlist  ~ AO3 Link

@hellasblessed​ Heard you needed some cheering up today<3 I was gonna just write a little headcannon, but then I thought “Hey, what’s better than a little idiots to lovers to brighten your day?” and this happened:) 

(also i finally wrote something who even is this?!)

“Did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon?”

Elide looked to her side, at Manon, who was wearing a thoughtful look on her face. Ahead of them, Aelin and Dorian were kinda walking, kinda wrestling, as they all made their way toward the small lake that had frozen over, this winter being much colder than usual.

Smiling faintly, Elide said, “Because they melt, basically erasing all evidence?”

“Exactly!” Manon exclaimed. “When I tried explaining this to Dorian, he looked at me as if I’d actually murdered someone with an icicle.”

Elide chuckled as her friend dramatically rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t ignore the way her stomach fluttered as Manon got into an animated rant about murder weapons and their pros and cons. She was beautiful when she got excited, her strange, golden eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

Far ahead, Elide could glimpse the lake, and all the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach quickly turned to lead.

Today was the first day of winter break, their last one together, before they were all spreading across the country to go to different colleges, and Aelin had been planning these two weeks for months, determined to do everything “before it was too late”. Elide had tried explaining that no one was dying, but Aelin wouldn’t budge, so today, they were going ice skating.

Which Elide had never done before.

Which she was now doing in front of Manon.

They’d been friends for years, so they were pretty comfortable around each other, but when you also had a massive crush on someone, you naturally wanted to impress them.

Not that anything would ever happen between them. Manon was so cool and beautiful and unbothered by everything and everyone, and Elide was...well, Elide. 

She had admitted it to herself ages ago; Manon would always see her as just a friend. And a pretty pathetic one at that.

As they reached the edge of the lake, ice glinting, Elide sat down and began pulling on her ice skates. It was an old pair she’d borrowed from Aelin, tiny enough to fit her freakishly small feet.

By the time she’d figured out how to tighten one of them, Manon was already out on the ice, looking as if she’d done nothing but this her whole life.

“Hey Blackbeak, can you please suck at something, so us mortals can feel a little superior for once too?!” Aelin called from her spot, her and Dorian more interested in drinking hot chocolate and eating Evalin Ashryvers famous Christmas cookies.

Manon merely laughed and gave Aelin the middle finger.

Just as Elide had put on the other skate too, Manon glided over, stopping right in front of her, as graceful as ever. 

Elide tried to get up, but she couldn’t get both her legs beneath her, and they were shaking with the effort to try and stay balanced. God, this was humiliating.

“I uh, kinda haven’t done this before,” she stammered, before daring a glance up at Manon, who was probably having the time of her life right now, watching her lose her footing over and over again.

But Manon wasn’t laughing or mocking her, she had a patient look on her face, and she seemed almost shy as she said, “Do you want some help, perhaps? I can teach you a little.”

“Yeah, that would be, uh, great,” Elide smiled, unable to meet Manon’s eyes.

Manon reached out a hand, and Elide took it, pulling herself up. Her legs trembled even more, and she felt like she would fall at any moment, but she held onto Manon. It also didn’t help that it was freezing outside.

Noticing her shivering, Manon suddenly reached behind her and pulled off her deep green scarf. “Take this,” she said, practically pushing it into Elide’s hands.

“But won’t you get cold?” Elide asked, before she let out an embarrassing yelp as she nearly fell again, regaining her balance at the last moment.

“Nah, I’m fine,” Manon said sheepishly. “Here, I’ll help you.” Then she leaned even closer, tucking the scarf around Elide’s neck, the fabric soft and warm. Elide could have thought her hands lingered for a moment, but she was probably just imagining things.

Manon carefully started to lead her further onto the eyes, all the while uttering small encouragements.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” Elide asked again, once she was sure she wouldn’t fall on her ass within the next seconds.

“I’m sure,” Manon said, a faint smile on her lips. Though Elide didn’t believe her, for her cheeks were all red.

-

From the sideline, Aelin and Dorian watched them, a mix of awe and exasperation on their faces. “I’m gonna tell them,” Dorian said after a while, witnessing a blush spread on Manon’s pale cheeks after Elide nearly fell, and had to grab onto her arm.

“No you won’t. As much as their obliviousness makes me wanna bang my head into a wall, repeatedly, it’s also kinda cute,” Aelin pause for a moment. “And entertaining.”

Dorian groaned. “With this speed, we’ll all have graduated college by the time they realize they’re both madly in love with each other.”

On the ice, Manon was now facing Elide, holding both of her hands to steady the other girl as she made her way forward, looking a lot like Bambi. They were laughing as they stumbled around, caught in their own bubble.

“No, I feel like things are about to change,” Aelin whispered, her eyes glowing. “Really, really soon.”

And as the snow begun to fall, once more, Aelin and Dorian staggered onto the ice, joining their lovestruck friends.

Taglist: @hellasblessed @ireallyshouldsleeprn @notyournymphetish @mercxrial @rowaelinismyotp​ 

(I keep a separate taglist for every ship, so let me know if you want to be added!)

#malide #manon x elide #manon blackbeak #elide lochan #throne of glass #malide fanfic #throne of glass fanfic #queen of shadows #sjm #sarah j maas #malide fic #malide one shot #malide fluff #no editing we die like men #idiots to lovers

[mercxrial]

can do recommend me any good fanfics for manon and elide? i’m reading The Angel of Small Deaths by Arcis on AO3 but it hasn’t been updated in a month 😓 HELP!

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanfic #malide #manon blackbeak #manon x elide #elide lochan #tog fanfic #malide fanfic

[quakeriders]

“I hope they look worse.” | malide

femslash february 2020 - drabble #01 - request more

Elide was sipping on her tea when she heard it. A scraping sound accompanied by a low groan. For a moment, a spike of fear went down her spine, but then the sound of keys being slid into the lock made her relax.

Only that the door didn’t open at once. No, instead Elide listened to the struggle for a few more moments before finally realizing what was going on and setting down her mug. With a heavy sigh she went to the door and opened it, already knowing what was awaiting her on the other side.

Sure enough, Manon Blackbeak was leaning against the doorframe, a set of keys dangling from her hands. The sight of her girlfriend wasn’t what surprised Elide, nor was it the split and bloody knuckles. No, it was the bruised eye, that would no doubt turn black and then blue in a few hours and cut above her cheekbone that made Elide’s heart stop and then restart at a faster pace.

“Again?” She asked, pursing her lips.

Manon gave her a crooked smile, shifting so that more of her weight was supported by the doorframe. And then, she said, “I wasn’t the one who started it.”

Shaking her head, Elide reached for her, wrapping an arm around Manon’s waist. “One of these days I’m just going to let you sleep outside.”

A slight huff of amusement was the only answer she got.

It didn’t take long for Elide to get Manon seated at the kitchen table and spread their first aid kit out before them. Manon didn’t get into fights often - well, she did, but she usually didn’t get out of one looking this bad - but Elide had learned to patch her up quite well over the past few months.

She cleaned the cuts on Manon’s face with antiseptic, grimacing as her reckless girlfriend hissed in pain. Good, maybe that would teach her a lesson.

Elide avoided looking into her eyes, trying to sound cold and disapproving. “Where else are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. It’s just the face that’s bruised.” Manon replied, making to wave her hand dismissively but cringing at the sight of her split knuckles. Their eyes met, dark brown and golden. A spark of anger coursed through Elide at the sight of the pain dimmed eyes. “And my pride.”

“How about the other person?” Elide asked, voice getting rough. “I hope they look worse.”

“You know he does, babe.”

Manon’s grin was infectious. Elide couldn’t help it. Even as she wanted to chide her for being reckless and getting herself injured, a spark of pride flared in her chest.

“Good.” She muttered, smiling back and finishing up with her cheek.

Before she went on to fix up her knuckles, Elide leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Manon’s cheek. Then, because her girlfriend was a badass who won every fight she got into, she pressed another one to her lips.

She meant for it to be a short peck on the lips, but as soon as their lips met, Elide was hooked. She moved her lips slowly against Manon’s, relishing in the feel and smell of it. She would never get tired of kissing her, it always felt like coming home, like finding a shelter in a storm.

Manon groaned, the sound coming from low in her throat and Elide felt an arm wrap around her back, pulling her closer. Their tongues met and Elide wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to stop kissing Manon, but then she felt fingers tighten at the nape of her neck. Then, Manon winced in pain. It was an unfortunate reminder of the split knuckles.

“Next time,” Elide said after breaking away from the kiss, still breathless, but eyes once again hard. She watched as Manon licked her lips. “you take me with you.”

“I will.” Her girlfriend replied, grinning.

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(no) taglist send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in the upcoming drabbles.

#malide #throne of glass #femslash february #femslash february 2020 #throne of glass fanfic #malide fanfic #manon x elide #otp: hope #my fic

[acciowests]

Throne of Glass Masterlist

Rowaelin:

Nightmares and Storytelling

A Queen, A Pirate and A Witch 🎃

Wrapped Up

September 19th

Silent Zoom Calls NSFW

All Yours NSFW

A Grinch and his Reindeer 🎄

First Baby Headcanons

Welcomed Interruptions

Somebody Else & Somebody To You

The Breakfast Club

Elorcan:

Succumb To Me 🎃

Bathtubs and Tonics

The Three Amigos

Only The Best NSFW

From Lorcan With Love

Last First Kiss

Little Princess Lochan

Early Arrivals

Dad vs Dinosaur

Real Reward

Bubbles and Baked Goods

A New Chapter

Chaorene:

Crayons and Cookies

Earned It NSFW

Malide:

Traffic Lights NSFW

Strawberry Pancakes and Unicorn Blankets

Birthday Banquet

Reblogs are appreciated!

#writing #my writing #masterlist #throne of glass #tog #sarah j maas #sjm #rowaelin #elorcan fluff #chaorene #aelin galathynius #elide lochan #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #fanfic #fanfiction #tog fanfic #tog fanfiction #malide

[all-about-that-rec]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Manon Blackbeak/Elide Lochan Characters: Manon Blackbeak, Elide Lochan, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius | Celaena Sardothien Additional Tags: SJM Romance week 2023, Fluff, Almost Kiss, Manon being lovestruck, Feelings Realization Summary:

Manon was a fool.

A damn fool.

Manon was a damned, lovestruck fool.

#manon blackbeak #manon x elide #elide lochan #elide x manon #malide #sarah j maas #throne of glass #tog #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic rec #fic rec #ao3

[scaryworld]

I wrote this little thing, I would be happy if you read it!

#manon x elide #manon blackbeak #elide lochan #malide #fanfic #lady elide

[urfavfanfics]

Thank you guys so much for 100 followers!!!!!

#fanfic #fan fictions #nessian #jurdan #elriel #rowaelin #chaorene #elorcan #feysand #warnette #manorian #lysaedion #elucien #maxerica #vivillais #kanej #malide

[redglassthrone]

Hold My Needle

This is a one-shot based off of a genius idea @christina-dh had which you can find here. I hope you guys like it!

It had been a pretty quiet day for Manon. The Thirteen were off training with their wyverns, and Elide was spending her day with Aelin and The Cadre until late in the afternoon, so she decided to spend the day at home, knitting.

Weird, right? Manon Blackbeak, the Crochan Queen, knitting. But she actually really liked it. She found it soothing, just sitting on a comfortable armchair, getting lost in the sound of clicking needles, and knitting sweaters for Elide -which by the way she loved wearing, in both winter and summer, even though Manon kept telling her she was going to get a heat stroke- was like an escape from the havoc of everyday life.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening resonated through the room, and Manon turned around, only to find Elide coming in. Wait- wasn’t Elide supposed to come back late afternoon? Why was she back so early? Was something wrong?

“Hey Manon” Elide turned to her, managing a weak smile, but Manon knew something was wrong, she could see it in her eyes. “Knitting, I see?” she huffed out a laugh.

Manon would have killed anyone on the spot if they found out she likes knitting, but this was Elide -she was, after all, the only person Manon would get on her knees for- and she trusted her with her life.

“Elide, is something wrong?” Manon asked, her hands pausing on the needles

“It’s nothing, really” Elide sat on the floor by Manon, looking down at her hands.

Manon gently lifted her chin, forcing Elide to look up at her

“Elide, what’s wrong?” she said, her voice laced with worry and her eyes soft, gazing directly into Elide’s

“It’s just-” Elide looked down as she spoke, not wanting to meet Manon’s gaze

“It’s just that Lorcan was teasing me a bit earlier” her voice was getting quieter as she spoke, hand grazing her arm “and I guess he hit a sensitive spot”

Manon suddenly felt a wave of rage wash over her, like someone had just lit a fire inside her.

Lorcan.

Of course it was Lorcan -she never really liked Lorcan, but now she had a reason to hate him- she heard the snap before she realised her fingers were clenched so tightly around one of the needles, it had broken in half. Elide looked to Manon’s hand with wide eyes.

“Manon, it’s really not-”

“Elide”, Manon stood up “hold my needle” she handed the needle she still hadn’t broken to Elide, and stepped out of the door, rage radiating off her.

Oh boy Lorcan got himself in a bit of a pickle there ;)

#throne of glass #manon blackbeak #elide lochan #malide #sarah j maas #sjm #tog #heir of fire #queen of shadows #empire of storms #hof #qos #eos #manon x elide #fanfic #alex writes #tog fic

[bookofmirth]

Yk what I find funny? People commenting "I ship X tho" under an Y artwork. Every ship side in this fandom has people that for some reason feel the need to comment under a artwork of a ship that they don't ship and say they prefer the other ship. Okay but who asked? No one cares what u ship, this artwork is not about your ship smh.

It's not bad or sum, just hella annoying. Unless the artist asks for your oponion don't go to the comments and go like "nooo but I ship A with K 🥺"... cry about it?

I hope you get what I mean? Idk how to explain it better...

No I totally get you. It's a total backhanded compliment. Imagine if you spent hours and hours writing a fanfic about elorcan, and someone reads it and they're like "hm, I prefer malide".

Ummmmm??? Congrats? Here's your participation sticker for the internet today?

It just feels unwarranted at best, and an intentionally rude deflection from the point at worst. I've seen those comments on Insta and people are just playing dumb. I think on an elucien commission there was a firebird and someone commented "omg vucien" and it's? It's elucien art you absolute fucking hole-ridden sock.

It's so easy just to compliment the art without bringing the ship war into it. No one asked what your ships are, Susan, just say the art is nice or don't.

#do i use the f-bomb too much