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moonlightazriel · 6 months

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Say Yes /// Elide Lochan X Lorcan Salvaterre

Summary: The wedding scene everyone was dying to see.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,2K

Notes: SJM does have a thing against wedding scenes as we have been denied them so many times, I'm here to fix it.

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Elide shivered as a cold wind touched her skin, she looked behind her to see Rowan standing there, winking at her as he exited the room and left her alone with Aelin and the others. She walked in front of the mirror, her limp almost gone as Rowan’s power helped her, she made a mental note to thank him for it. Her trembling hands caressed the white fabric of her wedding dress, making sure that no wrinkles would be there.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Aelin said, hugging her from the side, she was wearing a soft green dress, her crown replaced by a small headpiece. Elide thanked her, looking at her surroundings.

Yrene was finishing her hair, the curls on a bun, with some loose strands framing her perfect shiny face, the baby bump was showing in the fluffy lilac dress she chose for the occasion. She happily talked to Lysandra, who wore a deep green dress glued to her body, accentuating her curves, her hair cascading in waves behind her back.

The three females talked, and Elide felt happy having them there with her, her friends, but her heart missed someone, she had sent the invitation but she wasn’t sure if Manon would actually show up, they talked through letters but Manon had so much to do, as did Elide. They both had their homes to recover.

Three knocks at the door and Aedion’s head popped up in the room, letting them know that it was time. The three females wished their good luck to Elide and she thanked them, looking one last time in the mirror.

Little makeup adorned her face, just some shimmery in her eyes, her hair was falling in waves, clipped behind her head, leaving a clear view of her face. The hair clip was made from golden leaves, a treasure from her own mother’s wedding, that Vernon had kept in her family treasure room. Small diamonds adorned her ears and neck, and as she looked at her gown, she almost didn’t recognize herself. A floor-length white gown, a bodice holding her upper frame with small sleeves, and a thin cape tied to her neck. She looked divine.

“Eli, we have to go, you don’t want to leave him waiting.” Aedion urged.

“It’s fine Eli, Aedion is just afraid of Lorcan.” Ren laughed and she giggled, opening the door.

“I’m ready.” Ren let out a low whistle.

“You look really beautiful.” She blushed. “Can’t believe you’re getting married.”

“Let’s go before I cry.” Aedion said, grabbing her arm and Ren grabbed the other side, her two best friends walking her down the aisle, she might cry as well.

They walked, but before they exited the door leading to the forest where the ceremony was being held, someone cleared their throat, and she turned around. In a beautiful red dress, hair parted in the middle and red lips. Manon smiled at her.

“You came.” Elide rushed to her, Rowan’s power still holding her leg straight. Manon hugged her, as the smaller woman buried herself against her.

“You called.” She replied, taking Elide in, she looked so angelic like this, Manon smiled widely, something very rare for the witch. “You look amazing, he’s a lucky guy.”

“I’m so glad you’re here, you have no idea.” She blurted and Manon nodded.

“Let’s get you married then.” Manon escorted Elide Back to the males standing in front of the door. “Abraxos is waiting if you change your mind.” She winked and Elide laughed.

“I’ll think about that, thank you, Manon.” She turned to the males. “Let’s go then.” They grabbed her by her arms, and the three of them started to walk, as a soft melody started to play.

The guests were seated on wooden chairs adorned with small flowers, the path was covered in various shades of flowers and tiny candles. She looked up at Lorcan, wearing a black attire, his hair in a low bun and he shifted his weight from one foot to another. It was a funny sight. A flower arch was behind him and a priestess was ready to make everything official for them.

The soft music followed her until Ren and Aedion were ready to pass her to Lorcan, he gladly took her small hand, leading the way back to the arch.

“You look breathtaking.” He whispered, eyeing her from the side, as they listened to the priestess talk. Lorcan felt his hands sweat, and he felt nervous. Settling down for her was the best decision he ever made. He would do everything for her and it would always be worth it. Even if it meant enduring years of mockery by Aelin and Fenrys as he was about to become Lord Lorcan Lochan.

“You may now say your vows.” The soft voice of the priestess sounded and he turned to his beautiful Elide. A small tear escaped her eyes and he was quick to wipe it away.

“I was trapped my whole life, everything I’ve ever loved was taken away from me..” Elide started, her voice a little shaken by the memories of her past. “I grew up thinking I would be forever caged, but you showed me freedom, you gave me choice, you make me feel seen and heard. It’s like I matter again. And I love you so much.” It wasn’t much, but they were the words from her heart, the truest feelings she had inside her.

“I thought that I knew what love was like, how it felt, but no one ever loved me truly like you do. I give up everything I am and everything I will be to be by your side. You shall never know what a day alone feels like anymore. I will stand by you day and night and show my love for you every day because you deserve Elide Lochan. You deserve to be loved and it’s my honor to be the one to do it. I love you so much.”

Elide couldn’t contain the waterfall that fell from her eyes as Lorcan spoke. The priestess finished the ceremony, telling him he might kiss the bride. His large hands cupped the sides of Elide’s face, bringing her close, his lips brushed hers and he kissed her gently, like she deserved to be treated. Her hands grabbed the collar of his attire, not wanting to be apart from him.

The crowd roared and clapped as they kissed. They were still clapping as Lorcan grabbed Elide’s hand and guided her to where the reception was going to be. The guests followed them to another part of the forest where tables were displayed, lights hung from the trees and food was being served. The music was nice and calm.

“Lady and Lord Lochan.” Fenrys yelled, and the crowd clapped once more as they reached the dance floor.

Lorcan rested his hand on the small of her back while she rested both hands on his chest. They moved, eyes locked on each other like they were the only ones there. The music moved them around and their family watched as they danced, their first dance as husband and wife.

The first step towards the rest of their lives.

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lorcandidlucienwill · 4 months

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Mate behavior

Y'all, SJM is NOT subtle at all, idk why Elriel being mates is a theory. LORCAN with ELIDE

She held open her arms, and Lorcan’s breath heaved out of him as he pulled her against him. “I hear,” he said onto her hair, “that you’re to thank for Erawan’s destruction.” Elide withdrew from his embrace, leading him from that room of sadness and candlelight. “Yrene is, ” she said, walking until she found a quiet spot near a bank of windows overlooking the celebrating city. “I just came up with the idea.” “Without the idea, we’d be filling the bellies of Erawan’s beasts.”

LUCIEN with ELAIN

Elain fell into step beside me, peering at Lucien. He noticed it. “I heard you made the killing blow,” he said. Elain studied the trees ahead. “Nesta did. I just stabbed him.”

AZRIEL with ELAIN Azriel stiffened. “I know. I helped rescue Elain, after all.” “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

Meanwhile Elain in Hybern: Azriel’s roar echoed off the rocks as the hound slammed into him, dragging those shredding talons down his spine, his wings— The girl screamed, but Elain moved. As Azriel battled to keep them airborne, keep his grip on them, my sister sent a fierce kick into the beast’s face. Its eye. Another. Another. It bellowed, and Elain slammed her bare, muddy foot into its face again. The blow struck home. With a yelp of pain, it released its claws—and plunged into the ravine.

AZRIEL with GWYN

“There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her,” Cassian said, voice thickening. “To Emerie and Gwyn.” The shadows deepened around Azriel, his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. “You—we—trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It’s all we can do.”

It's almost like giving a mate credit for their abilities is a typical SJM mate move. 😌

#elorcan #elucien #anti e/riel #gwynriel

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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hello! Dorian and reader had a bad argument and reader acts like she's right but then she understands she's wrong and now she has to make it up for him? And it's very hard for her. (And Dorian teases her a little about it?)

Thank you

I don't know what came over me when I wrote this. I couldn't write a serious argument with Dorian so I changed it a bit to be a prank on Chaol. It's so silly, it's low-key a crackfic. I giggled the whole time I wrote this

The Bet

Dorian x Reader silly fluff

You gave Dorian a deadpan stare as he arched a challenging eyebrow at you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at him. “You cannot convince Chaol that you’re a ghost! He’s not that stupid, Dorian. You’ve seen him so many times since you and Aelin forged the lock - you’re the godfather to his children!”

Dorian simply gave you an arrogant smirk, shrugging a shoulder. “Do you want to make a bet, then? I say that I can convince Chaol that I died and I’ve been ruling Adarlan as a ghost, you say that I can’t... Whoever is wrong has to go down and listen to Mort rant for one hour without interrupting him.”

With a sound of disgust, you shook your head and sighed, “Dorian, that’s horrible.” But you couldn’t help the smirk on your face as you shook his hand and winked, “have fun with Mort.”

~~~

Chaol and Yrene arrived with their children that evening, their little girl Josefin giggling as you scooped her up in your arms. “You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!” You said, giving your goddaughter a kiss on the cheek before giving Yrene and Chaol hugs. You were rocking their baby boy, Brullo, in your arms when Chaol pressed, “where is Dorian? You think he’d be here to greet us by now.”

Confusion crossed your features as well as the question, and you became slightly worried as you yourself wondered where Dorian was. Before you could answer Chaol’s question, Dorian entered the room, looking more solemn than you’d ever seen him, a bluish light flickering around him. Chaol rushed over to embrace him, but Dorian merely held up a hand, halting Chaol in his tracks.

With a dramatic sigh, Dorian clutched his chest as he turned nearly transparent, a faint glow around his form. The rest of you stood frozen in shock, Dorian looking up with a sorrowful look on his face as he spoke softly. “I did not know how to tell you in writing, Chaol. We had only recently discovered that nothing could be done.” With a shaky breath, Dorian continued, “I died that day that Aelin and I forged the lock. I’ve been able to appear for some time in my old form, much like Elena, with our similar raw magic. But it seems to be fading, and I don’t know how much longer I will hold onto this spirit form.” Dorian choked out the last part with an overdramatic sob, crashing to his knees before Chaol to hide his fake anguish.

You gave Dorian a flat look from where you stood behind Chaol and Yrene, about to speak when Chaol himself started crying. “We’ll get through this, Dor. Yrene and I will help, we’ll figure this out together.” You cut him off, “Oh. My. Gods. What is wrong with you, Dorian?”

Chaol and Yrene whipped around to look at you, shock on their faces at your insensitivity. Dorian fell over laughing on the ground, returning to his normal appearance - Yrene quickly understanding Dorian’s stupid prank. “You’d better be glad that your goddaughter is playing out front, Dorian,” she scolded through the smile that tugged at her lips.

Chaol looked at Dorian, tense for a moment before playfully shoving him in the chest. “You asshole,” he said as you all laughed at Dorian’s antics and Chaol’s concern. You stomach dropped when you realized what this meant for you, though, and Dorian flashed you a charming smile as he declared that he had won the bet.

“There was a bet?” Yrene questioned, and you sighed. “Yes, because Dorian convinced Chaol FOR A SECOND that he was a ghost, I have to go listen to Mort talk for an hour.” Chaol let out a rough laugh, clutching his stomach as he shook his head. “No way you’re doing that on your own. Dorian deserves that punishment too for pulling that shit.”

~~~

And that was how you found yourself with Dorian, sitting on the damp floors outside the tomb as Mort droned on, making snide remarks about how the kingdom was once so great, now ruled by two idiots. You snickered at Dorian, pushing past him to run up the stairs when the hour was up only for him to catch you around the waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he teased, “I did win the bet, and I’ve yet to claim a prize since I had to join you... I’ll be thinking about what I want.” You rolled your eyes as Dorian took your hand, tugging you along as you went to join Chaol, Yrene, and your godchildren for dinner.

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hlizr50 · 6 months

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Welcome to Kinktober 2023! Today it’s time for Manorian, and holy cow, I hope you enjoy it!

Flip the Switch - Rated E - 9.3k (listen, things got out of control)

Dorian was hoping this getaway would be what he needed to finally get Manon to agree to put a name on their relationship. Beautiful nature + chilly evenings = romance, right?

But when he discovers one of the many unique rooms in the cabin Fenrys had booked — to cause chaos, undoubtedly — Dorian realizes this might work even better…

This was written for Kinktober 2023 - so smut is a given! Please read the tags on the fic! This is… very NSFW!

A Kink in Our Plans - Throne of Glass Kinktober 2023

10/25 - Introduction

10/26 - Chaol/Yrene by @headcanonheadcase

10/27 - Dorian/Manon by @hlizr50

10/28 - Rowan/Aelin by @thelovelymadone

10/29 - Nesryn/Sartaq by @sunshinebingo

10/30 - Lysandra/Aedion by @vikingmagic33

10/31 - Elide/Lorcan by @shadowsxgwynriel

Big thanks to my squad: @headcanonheadcase @vikingmagic33 @mystical-blaise @daevastanner @trashforazriel for encouraging this unhinged work. I really hope you all enjoy it!

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #throne of glass #throne of glass smut #tog smut #tog smut extravaganza #manorian #Manorian smut #unhinged #shameless smut #Manon x Dorian #Dorian x Manon #fanfiction #fanfic #my fanfic #throne of glass au

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shadowsxgwynriel · 6 months

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Welcome to the last day of Kinktober 2023! We’ll be ending with Elorcan, and I really hope you all enjoy their sexy times!

Eyes on Me, I’m in charge - Rated E - 3.6k

While on their yearly vacation, Lorcan desperately wants to fix things between him and Elide. What he hadn’t planned on, however, was for Fenrys to book the group a sex cabin.

But when Lorcan discovers a surprising kink that Elide has, maybe the cabin wasn’t such a bad idea after all . . . (Not that he’d ever tell Fenrys that)

This was written for Kinktober 2023, so of course there will be explicit sex in this story. Please check out the stories for the other couples down below. All of these ladies are very talented writers and you won’t be disappointed! 😉

A Kink in Our Plans - Throne of Glass Kinktober 2023

10/25 - Introduction

10/26 - Chaol/Yrene by @headcanonheadcase

10/27 - Dorian/Manon by @hlizr50

10/28 - Rowan/Aelin by @thelovelymadone

10/29 - Nesryn/Sartaq by @sunshinebingo

10/30 - Lysandra/Aedion by @vikingmagic33

10/31 - Elide/Lorcan by @shadowsxgwynriel

Big thanks to @hlizr50 for helping me narrow down a title. And thank you @headcanonheadcase for creating this beautiful title poster for me.

Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

#elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elide x lorcan #elorcan smut #elorcan fic #modern elorcan #elorcan au #elorcan fanfiction #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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acourtofthought · 4 months

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Hello!! Don’t know if you already have a post about this but I was thinking about it and wanted to know your opinion (its always so factual and clear I enjoy it thoroughly)

Okay so I think Elain and Lucien are not Light & Light, I may be mistaken but some people seem to think thats the reason why they would be boring or something. I do believe out of the many Elucien symbolisms (Fox and fawn, sun and flowers) I don’t see Elain as the “light” itself (dont know if there is more canon associating her as light aside from Feyre’s painting idea of Azriel and her).

I feel like SJM spent more time making Elain seek the sun and light than her being that. I do like that her color scheme during ACOSF has been amethyst and lavender, a color maybe associated with the sunset, and obviously flowers.

All this to say that’s one of the reasons why I’m not convinced with the Light and shadow aesthetic E/riels want to assign her to. I don’t think Elain would be light with Azriel, (as he described the necklace needing light to shine I do think that was probably a symbol of her maybe?) I do think the light and shadow aesthetic is a lot more prominent in gwynriel when Gwyn is continually associated with colors, and glowing etc.

Let me know what you think! I believe this is so interesting.

You keep making me smile!! Thank you for your very sweet opening paragraph.

It's so odd that people would consider a Light / Light aesthetic boring when Feyre / Rhys and Cassian / Nesta are of a similar aesthetic. Feyre might glow because of Helion's light but she herself claims she couldn't be with someone like Tarquin because of the darkness in her. Just as Rhys has a matching darkness.

Cassian and Nesta share the Lord of Bloodshed / Lady of Death warrior aesthetic, also dark and dark like Feysand.

Aelin and Rowan are the Assassin turned Queen and Warrior Prince.

In comparison, Chaol and Yrene had a bit of a light and light thing going on. Yrene had the light of a healer and Chaol had the whole Captain America good boy vibe, the "I'm trying to do right for my kingdom by fulfilling my soldiers duty", while being bothered by how dark Aelin could be at times because her work fell outside that of the typical combat. Yes he made mistakes and had prejudices against magic that he needed to overcome but there are very obvious personality differences between Aelin and Yrene and and he and Rowan.

SJM's aesthetics aren't an opposites kind of thing. Yes, she loves the imagery of "light" and dark like Stars in the Night Sky but those two things are still complimentary to one another. Her imagery lends itself to things like moonlight and shadows (Gwynriel cough cough), warrior who has walked alongside death and Nesta as death, his blade, NOT the blooming life and light of Spring (Elain) with the darkness and shadows and death of the NC (Az).

As far as Elain there are mentions of her having a light aesthetic as well as that of optimism and hope.

She had always been so full of light Elain had always been gentle and sweet - and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to be kind. "She had looked at that cottage with hope. I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger." Her sister turned toward her, glowing with health (wearing a lilac gown) She glowed with good health (wearing amethyst). Her sisters delicate scent of jasmine and honey lingered / like a promise of spring / a sparkling river. "the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark." "Instead I spent most of my time with Elain in her little garden. / She had come alive here and her joy was infectious." (Elain in nature)

Elain is full of light, kind, full of hope, glowing when in certain situations. I think the reason we haven't seen much light from Elain is because of where she's at and how where she's at often absorbs that light from her.

Something E/riels fail to acknowledge, that the things associated with the Night Court take away from Elain's light.

"Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection….that knife." "Elain in black was ridiculous." "The color of her long-sleeved modest gown leeched the brightness from her face." "But wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court….it sucked the life from her." Her gaze shifted to the carved wooden rose she'd placed upon the mantel, half-hidden in shadows. "the brutal, beautiful armor so at odds with the lovely garden. And my sister sitting within it."

Elain retains some of her light no matter what but it's still subdued. Yes she's found some joy in the Night Court but that is because that's who she is, something Nesta confirms "had ALWAYS come easy to Elain. Had always made Elain special."

And we can tell that light is diminished because of the constant mentions of Elain choosing, while in the Night Court, to remain by the sunniest of windows, to her commenting how she needs sunshine, how darkness is not something she prefers.

"The suite was filled with sunlight. Every curtain shoved back as far as it could go, to let in as much sun as possible. As if any bit of darkness was abhorrent. As if to chase it away. And seated in a small chair before the sunniest of the windows, her back to us, was Elain."

"Still staring at the window, but she was out of her room."

"Sunlight on gold caught her eye - and Elain slowly turned from her vigil at the window."

"Elain stood at the wall of windows."

"Elain politely refused, taking up a spot in one of the wooden chairs set in the bay of windows. Also typical."

"What can I get you, Elain?" But Elain shook her head once more. "Sunshine."

To me it seems apparent that Elain is trying her best to hold on to her light and optimism but she clearly needs more. She loves her sisters and she's doing her best to fit in at the Night Court but she's not really coming into her own in a way where she stands out and shines from the others. In the Night Court, she's always in the background, always waiting by the windows and staring at the sun, being drawn to the sun.

Lucien literally has Sunshine within him. I don't think SJM is telling us Elain has to be with him because of his power but there is something in the fact that his power is that of the sun and Feyre notes that the gates to Elain's mind are covered in flowers or would be if it were not for the fact that the blossoms were all sealed, sleeping buds. It all lends itself to the imagery that she will come alive when with her mate. And it's not really about his power so much as the court the power is associated with, Day Court (or even Spring with his connections there). And how those in Day Court and Spring aren't mentioned as having the same darkness as those that exist in the Night Court. Something SJM tells us with her writing of Lucien's characters.

If you think of it, Lucien has been through JUST as much as Az, had just as traumatic a childhood. Lucien is still taking hit after hit while Az has the love of his brothers and even Feyre, Mor, etc. Yet Az did become the embodiment of darkness and cold, revenge and anger. Lucien, despite what he's gone through has maintained an affectionate, apologetic, non confrontational nature. He doesn't lash out or seek revenge, he maintains his composure and prefers not to battle to solve problems.

It's not only about Lucien's powers though that enhances the imagery associated with what Elain needs. It's that Lucien, while having the light of the sun in his veins, actually embodies that lightness. He is about life and peace (though he'll fight when necessary), not violence and revenge.

He is warm and loving (comforting Feyre in her sadness, covering both she and Elain with cloaks to prevent them from being cold), shows emotion on his face (like the devastation over Elain's hollowness). He vomited over the faerie losing his wings and Elain vomited over the Cauldron decimating the Illyrian forces. He and Elain are both very expressive in how they care for others, how they respond to unnecessary violence.

I'm not sure how two characters understanding one another fully and being able to live their lives in a way that doesn't upset the other, that doesn't bring the other discomfort could ever be considered boring. It's much better than Elain's light and penchant for life slowly being drained away by someone who lives in the shadows and embodies death or on the flip, Az contantly feeling guilty for who he is because he knows those things bother her.

#anti e/riel #elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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korkiekenobiconfirmed · 10 months

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I'm on a roll with the s/j/m hatred tn so I'm going to compile a masterlist of all her shitty lgbt/poc representation and why it sucks booty cheeks. it should be noted that none of this is meant as shade on any of the characters themselves... I actually happen to like quite a lot of them

EDIT: there are some nice additions to this post in the notes you can check out

LGBT rep

Aedion (Bi/Pan)

Literally known as “Adarlan’s Whore” (a nickname that references both his allegiance to the king and his tendency to sleep around)

His only same-sex relationship is with a vaguely-mentioned unnamed lover from the past (it’s not even said straight-up that they’re a man, but I’m assuming they are bc they’re mentioned to be a commander of the Bane)

He’s shown being attracted to women and only women for two and a half books. He’s a womanizer retconned into the slutty bisexual stereotype

His liking men & women is compared to prostitution

It’s insinuated in koa that he slept with an ex while he and Lysandra were fighting (because the cheating bisexual trope is such a new & creative one!)

Helion (Bi/Pan)

He’s always trying to have 4somes with three of the main characters

Realistically he’s probably one of the most powerful/interesting High Lords but this gets sidelined in favor of him flirting with eVeRyOnE

All we really know about him is his name and the fact that he’s a bit of a manwhore… very 2-dimensional

He has an affair & a child with a married woman… just the Slutty/Cheating Bisexual Trope (Volume 2) :/

Mor (Lesbian? Possibly bi?)

She’s never shown in any real relationships (with men or women)

She had tragic off-screen relationship with a mortal queen a few hundred years ago

We get literally no hints that she’s gay throughout the series, she just randomly mentions she likes women at the end of book 3

She gets no happy relationship, she stays closeted to spare Az’s feelings (as though he’s not a grown ass man), she’s retconned into her sexuality most of the way through the series… just shitty shitty rep all around

Hasar (Lesbian)

She’s a villain, and a shitty one at that

Lesbian rep from a side character in one novella that half the fandom didn’t read? What’s even the point?

Thesan (Gay)

A very minor character & his unnamed “lover” who serve no narrative purpose whatsoever… thanks for nothing sarah

Emrys & Malachai (Presumably gay)

Oh look! More minor, background mlm that might as well not exist for all they do for the story :/

They are cute though, I’ll give them that

POC rep

Nehemia

First (and only) black main in ToG

She dies to fuel the white protag’s character arc… a very tired trope

She was actually a pretty well-written, likable character up until her brutal murder, which made it that much worse to hear about her organs strewn all over the room

Sorscha

Described as “plain” (particularly in contrast to the white women like Aelin & Lysandra)

We know she’s POC because of where she’s from, but the way her features are described suggest she could still be white

Dark hair, gold eyes, “tan” skin

She really just fawns over white-boy Dorian every 2 seconds before dying a violent death to fuel Dorian’s arc…

…Aaaand I’m sensing a pattern here

Nesryn

Much of her character (especially in QoS) is reduced to her beefing with Aelin (and thus being villanized by the narrative) because of jealousy over Chaol

Simply described as having “tan” skin (again). I think sarah is allergic to calling people brown

She is also described as plain compared to white protagonist

She has a (presumably middle eastern) family that only wants her to stay home and be a baker/someone’s wife

Yrene

Once again very racially ambiguous to the point where she could even be white, with “tan/golden” skin, golden hair, and golden eyes

She almost immediately ties her literal life force to a white man she hated like a month ago. Seriously, can WOC not fawn over a hunky white man for once?

She defeats erawan in the end — considering she’s been a character for such a short time, this just feels more like a deus ex machina the anything really set up by the plot

Helion

Not going to fully rehash what I said above but generally… he has great potential, but is basically not a character

Tarquin

He’s portrayed as very nice and reasonable, if young and naive, yet he literally only exists to get manipulated/robbed by the main characters

He seems like such a sweetheart. He deserved much better than Riceman and Feyrug doing him dirty like that

I’ve heard rumors of a High King/Queen F*ysand plotline in later books…if that happens, Tarquin will likely be bending the knee and forgiving the people who fucked him over just a short time ago

Lucien

He’s described as very caring and loyal (yay!) which seems to always get him taken advantage of (damn!)

He’s portrayed (especially in ACOWAR) as someone we’re supposed to dislike when all his actions are perfectly reasonable

He’s literally retconned out of being white when it’s revealed Helion is his father instead of Beron. I’ve seen ppl get mad at “white-washed” fan art but it’s hard to expect much else when his original character description was straight red hair, amber eyes, and “tan” skin (holy shit agAIN)

The people of the White Fangs from TOG

They’re described as having black hair, black eyes, and “tan” skin

They live isolated in the mountains (away from civilization) and are described as “savage” and warlike, always raiding villages in the mountains and stealing women away from their homes…

Cain, who’s from these people, dabbles in dark magic/religion nobody else understands

This is feeling, intentional or not, like a horrible Native American caricature. Idk maybe that’s just me

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti tog

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danikamariewrites · 10 months

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Stitches

Manon x reader

Warnings: angst and mentions of injuries

You limped in through the front doors of the castle of Orynth. Tired and covered in blood, you made your way to the throne room to give Aelin your report. Your injuries weren’t too bad, nothing you were worried about, so they could wait a few more minutes.

As you entered the throne room Aelin looked up from the papers she was signing and gasped, “Y/N! Gods, what happened? Are you all right?” You wince a little, shifting your weight from foot to foot, holding your side. “I’m ok. Just a little banged up is all.”

The Queen looks at you, annoyed that you're casually dripping blood all over her marble floor instead of getting stitched up. “What happened? I know you won’t rest until you tell me.”

“Whoever the shadow is I scared him off, for now. He’s still out there, but injured so that will slow him down.” Aelin nods slowly, lost in thought. “Go rest. We can figure this out later.”

As you leave the threshold of the throne room you bump into Manon. “Sorry.” You mumble, becoming flustered, walking away as fast as you can from the witch. You weren’t scared of her, quite the opposite.

You have been pining after Manon for years now. At first, you made it obvious, but she seemed to have eyes for Dorian. You knew they were together in the past but after Erawan and Maeve, they rarely saw each other.

Your feelings for the Witch Queen never went away. You weren’t sure she ever felt the same way about you. Manon didn’t care for many people. Just Elide and her Thirteen. And that was fine. She didn’t have to return your feelings for her. It was only you holding onto them.

You thought something sparked between the two of you last month. You had been hanging out a lot but then she suddenly stopped seeking you out. She was distant and cold. You never shared more than a few words or glances in passing.

After a few minutes of sitting in your room alone, Yrene came in. Was everyone visiting Terrasen today? “Oh gods, let’s get you patched up y/n.” A light laugh escapes your lips. “Hello to you too, Yrene.”

As Yrene was finishing up the last stitch on your side Manon bursts through your door. You startle but Yrene, unphased by the intrusion, ties off the last stitch. You scramble for your shirt, self-conscious that you were half-naked in front of your crush.

“Leave us Yrene.” Manon grits out. Smirking at you, Yrene quickly packs and leaves. You stare at Manon, wide-eyed, “What is your problem?” Stalking over to you she grabs your jaw turning your face side to side. Dissecting each bruise and scrape.

She turns you back to her piercing gaze, “Who did this to you?” The question comes out in a cold calm. A shiver runs down your spine at the anger you feel radiating from Manon.

You bat her hand away, your face scrunched in anger. “Why do you care?” You get up from the desk chair, shuffling over to your closet. When you emerge in a loose shirt and pants Manon still hasn’t answered you.

You lower yourself to sit on the edge of your bed, careful to not rip your stitches. You notice Manon looks worried, “well? Why do you care all of a sudden?” Manon picks at her nails nervously. She takes a tentative step toward you. “I've always cared.”

You scoff at her, “You have a funny way of showing it.” Manon stops in front of you, taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry for the way I've been acting lately. I've been trying to be better, but emotions are hard for me.” she looks down avoiding your eyes.

“I care because I'm in love with you, y/n. After I realized my feelings I got scared and I pushed you away.” tears start to form in your eyes. You felt bad that this was so hard for Manon, but you couldn't help but feel ecstatic that she returned your feelings.

Reaching out you wrap your hands around her pale ones. You two had a lot to talk about but that can wait. “I'm in love with you too, Manon. It did hurt when you shut me out, so thank you for apologizing.”

She perked up, a smile gracing her vicious mouth. “I want to be with you, y/n. And if you'll let me, I'll make it up to you.” you bring her hands to your mouth, lightly kissing them, looking up at her through your lashes. “I'd like that Manon.”

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writtenonreceipts · 2 years

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first of all THANK YOU for the prompt list, it is marvelous!!

secondly, i feel like you could do something completely brilliant with #23, Hold my hand, it's almost over.

idk what it is but prompt lists are so fun for me. i'm not the best at them, but i like seeing what i can do with them, lol. i hope they provide some inspiration :)

as for the prompt...how's about some elorcan?

Canon, in which Elide is determined to finally heal her ankle.

Warnings: depictions of extreme pain/distress, mentions of potential miscarriage ~2.4k words

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There Now, Steady Love

Searing hot pain rippled up Elide’s ankle and to her thigh. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before as it drove not just into her muscles, but her very bones as well.

She screamed around the rag that had been stuffed into her mouth to try and prevent her from waking the dead. It wasn’t working. In fact, Elide wondered if calling upon Anneith would be more helpful than the damned rag. Death sounded like better relief than to keep enduring whatever this was.

“A little longer,” Yrene’s calm voice informed her.

Elide groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. This was hell. It had to be.

After over a year of preparatory probing and research, Yrene and Elide had finally determined the best course of action in healing Elide’s damaged ankle. Yet no amount of work could ready Elide for feeling as though her entire body were being ripped apart sinew by sinew.

The pain wasn’t just limited to her leg. No. It extended through every nerve ending, every muscle, every ligament. It was all she could do to keep from passing out.

“Almost,” Yrene said. Her voice somehow pierced the clouded haze of Elide’s mind. The promise of relief was not very comforting right now.

The healing had been long discussed and anticipated ever since Yrene first recommended it. Even with waiting until after Yrene delivered her baby and had time to regain strength—they’d both been eager to see what they could accomplish on the matter. And then Elide had been busy rebuilding Perranth and making sure the peerage was settled in their new duties. Not to mention attempting to tame Lorcan into behaving around the lot of them. The time just hadn’t been feasible to make this actually happen.

Elide had been waiting years for this and she would endure the pain. Because once this part of her life was over with—she could truly move on from her past. Even if she’d come to terms with her parents' deaths and her uncle's treatment of her, Elide knew that being able to walk (for herself) was a stepping stone she needed to pass.

“Alright,” Yrene said, withdrawing her soft hands from Elide’s burning foot.

The relief wasn’t immediate, pain still lanced through her leg and pulsed with each heartbeat, but Elide could finally take a full breath.

“Mala above,” Elide gasped, spitting out the makeshift gag. “Are you sure you gave me enough laudanum?”

“I can’t have you completely delirious,” Yrene reminded her.

It had been a long, arduous discussion especially after Lorcan had gotten involved.

Elide felt a new round of tears prick her eyes as she caught her breath. Hadn’t she cried enough? Wasn’t there a point in which the pain would finally numb everything away?

She looked to the empty stool beside her bed. She’d wanted this—for Lorcan not to be there. Even if his magic would have helped her endure the pain. He would have forced Yrene to stop hours ago and insisted they could go again another day.

Elide loved that brute of a demi-fae but she knew what she wanted. Still, she had betrayed him in letting him go off with Rowan, Fenrys, and Vaughn for a respite in the mountains. The males of the court were antsy for something to do other than organize treaties and listen to badgering farmers. Vaughn had been the only one she’d told about her plans because he was the only one she could trust to keep a secret.

It was the perfect opportunity to start the healing process.

But as Elide rubbed the muscles of her leg and wiped her nose on her shoulder—all she could feel was guilt. She knew that, despite his protestations, Lorcan wanted to be here for Elide. He wanted to help her with the pain and recovery. Elide loved him for it. Loved him for that ferocity he had. And she couldn’t help but wish he was there now. Damn her.

“Are you ready?” Yrene asked as Elide slowly sat up again. “I’ve gotten past the callouses built up on the bones, we can move on to the muscles with more focus.”

Elide cursed. It already felt like her entire leg had been torn apart, what more could she take.

Yrene smiled grimly. Her thick, dark curls spiraled out from beneath her headwrap and sweat stained her brow. “You can do this, Elide.”

“What about you?” Elide prodded. “Regretting your life choices yet?”

“After delivering a seven-pound baby,” Yrene said dryly, “I’m fairly certain I can withstand this.”

Elide snorted a laugh. She’d helped Yrene when the time came for her delivery, the two having grown close during the war and Elide’s small dabbling’s with healing. If there was ever a woman who knew strength and endurance it was Yrene Westfall.

“Alright,” Elide finally said. She grabbed the gag-rag and refolded it. “I’m ready.”

Yrene moved her hands back to Elide’s outstretched legs. When nothing happened, Elide shifted slightly.

“What?” she asked.

Yrene looked up, her honey gold eyes wary. “Are you sure you don’t want Lorcan here?”

Had her entire body not been thrumming with pain, Elide would have launched out of the bed. Instead, she settled on a scowl. When she shifted, her leg hummed with pain that felt like someone were plucking her ligaments like a bowstring.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Elide insisted.

Even with the guilt in her heart, Elide was still a little mad at Lorcan. She had no reason to be of course, not really. She’d known he was fiercely loyal and protective. Even a year after the events at Skulls Bay, she knew his actions still affected him. But sometimes the male drove her insane.

The last time Yrene and Elide were determined to set about the healing had been interrupted when a lady’s maid had made the incorrect assumption that Elide’s courses were late. Right where Lorcan could hear.

Even with Elide’s continued assurance she wasn’t with child, Lorcan had remained staunchly alert of everything Elide did and insisted they hold off on the healing process. Her cycles were irregular in any case and there weren’t any of the tell-tale signs of pregnancy. Besides, she’d simply known. Perhaps it was terror at the thought of having a baby or simply feeling that it couldn’t be possible. They’d been careful with tonics and everything. Not to mention they were not even a year into their marriage—they wanted to wait. In any case, Lorcan had taken a note out of Rowan’s book and become fussy and overbearing on what could have been. The effort and bodily fatigue of the healing process simply wouldn’t have made a pregnancy viable. Elide understood that and if she had been pregnant that first time, she would have agreed with her husband.

“He’s your mate, Elide,” Yrene said, “he could help with this.”

“It’s fine,” Elide insisted. Her chest seized just a little at the thought. Her mate. The person who knew her better than anyone. She still wasn’t convinced of that fact. But sometimes when Lorcan looked at her she could feel that thread of love wrapping around her heart.

Yrene pursed her lips. “You get to deal with the angry demi-fae.”

Elide stuck the rag in her mouth in answer. She could handle her husband. She’d waited long enough for her ankle to be healed.

Rolling her eyes, Yrene ran her hands over Elide’s ankle again. This time the pain came immediately. A dull ache throbbed in Elide’s ankle. The heavy pain rolled slowly up her leg settling just above her heel. It remained there for several seconds before inching up beneath her skin bit by bit.

Elide fisted her fingers into the sheets of the bed. It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in a day or else she was convinced she’d make a mess of herself. The pain worked its way higher up her calf now. Her muscles were quivering with being rearranged and adjusted like this.

The pain was getting so intense that Elide felt a sharp tug burrow deep in her chest. Snarling against the gag, she nearly arched off the bed at that.

“Breathe, Elide!” Yrene barked. The order was laughable. How the hell could she breathe right now?

As stars burst behind Elide’s eyes and a low hum began in her ears, she was certain she’d passed out. She couldn’t focus on anything beyond that pain. She needed her husband. That much was certain. Elide could take a hit to her pride at that. She didn’t care.

And then, just as the thought wormed through her mind—there was a sliver of ease among the hurt. It was bare, soft and gentle as it soothed over her and Elide could finally suck down a breath.

She didn’t have time to consider what had happened when a large, warm hand curled around hers.

The sense of relief the oozed through Elides muscles was immediate and a new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. She was surrounded by the warm scent of cinnamon and she knew Lorcan was there.

He was saying something, but Elides ears were ringing and she couldn’t focus on anything but remaining conscious. There was a steady cadence to his words and Elide was certain he was only offering support. His magic ran along Elide’s body like cool tendrils and more of that deep hurt thrumming in her body disappeared.

“Okay!” Yrene shouted, breaking through the haze of pain in Elides mind.

At once the ache eased and all that was left was Lorcan’s easy magic running over Elide’s leg.

“Mala above!” Elide snarled, spitting the gag out. She cursed several more times, rolling onto her side, closer to where Lorcan was.

One of his hands went to her cheek running along her jaw and into her hair. She leaned into his touch, desperate to have him nearby. When she finally blinked through her tears, Elide looked up to her husband who gazed anxiously down at her.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he murmured.

“You worry too much,” Elide said. Her words didn’t have as much bravado as she wanted. Instead, her voice was raspy from screaming.

Lorcan bowed his head down to press his forehead to hers. His onyx eyes gleamed as he held her gaze. She could feel the worry and hurt emanating from him.

“I could feel the minute it started,” he told her. The hand still entwined in her fingers squeezed tightly. “You scared me before Vaughn told me what you’d planned.”

Elide would whack Vaughn for his betrayal later. For now, she took a shaky breath. “I knew you’d try and talk me out of this.”

Her husband let out an unamused bark. “You are the most stubborn woman I know, Elide. I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk you out of this. But I don’t have to like the pain you’re putting yourself through.”

“I can take it,” she replied. She frowned up at him, earning a wry chuckle.

Lorcan pressed a kiss to her nose. “I know you can, heart. But will you please let me help you?”

Taking a few deep breaths, Elide rolled onto her back again and spared a glance to Yrene. Her friend was pretending to not be listening to them as she took a long drink from a water skein.

“Thank-you,” Elide whispered looking back at her husband. Lorcan smiled, something soft and far sweeter than she ever saw from her. Her heart seized at the sight.

Yrene cleared her throat softly. “I see a bit of scar tissue built up along the muscles. It’s going to take some work to clear up. But once that’s done, I’m sure it should be a bit easier going forward.”

Sitting up a little bit more against the stack of pillows behind her, Elide nodded stiffly.

“Then let's start.”

Lorcan shifted closer to her and Elide wondered how much longer it would take before he climbed up on the bed beside her. And if she were being honest, Elide wouldn’t mind that at all.

“Hold my hand,” Lorcan said, offering his hand once again. “It’s almost over.”

Elide did so, gripping his fingers tighter than before. She stuffed the gag in her mouth again and braced for the pain again.

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Elide had no idea how long she’d slept for. It could have been hours; it could have been days. All she knew was that when she woke up her leg pulsed with an ache.

Whimpering, Elide tried to roll on her side. Tried to because her husband lay next to her with a heavy arm draped over her that prevented her from moving too far. At the sounds she made, Lorcan stirred. His arm tightened around her. His nose nuzzled into her neck and his breath was warm against her skin.

“Elide?” he murmured. “Are you awake?”

The question had her wondering how often she’d spent in a delirium of pain unable to actually speak.

“Regrettably,” she told him.

Lorcan propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. His frown made deep grooves appear on his brow as he considered her words.

Smiling, Elide raised a hand to smooth over her jaw. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Her words didn’t convince him as he turned his head to press a kiss into her palm.

“Are you hungry?” Lorcan asked.

Elide shook her head. She felt nauseous and was more than willing to lay in bed.

“I just want to stay here,” she said.

Lorcan settled back beside her and pulled her tighter against him. “We can do that.”

His magic was a steady thread around her that Elide could have easily fallen back asleep.

“Thank-you,” she sighed. “For believing in me.”

Humming, Lorcan ran a hand along her side. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“It was something I needed to do.” She said the words softly, carefully. Lorcan had always given her leave to run the house, run her life, as she saw fit. He often came to her to ask for advice as well. Still, she could understand his protective nature.

“I know,” Lorcan said. He kept up his soothing ministrations along her side. “How’s your leg?”

“Not the best,” Elide admitted. She nestled into Lorcan though, and sighed. “But you’re here.”

“Always,” he promised, “my heart.”

And that was all she needed.

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lavenderdreams22 · 1 year

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Impossible - Fenrys x Reader

Request: Omg! The fic with Fenrys is so good! Can you write another one? Like they have an argument?

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for, anon! There really aren’t any warnings… maybe some OOC moments for some characters, some suggestive themes? I haven’t finished Kingdom of Ash yet, so if some details are wrong, sorry!! Also, very quickly edited.

*****

The beach. You had always loved the beach. But today, the sight of the waves crashing against the shore brought a sour taste to your mouth.

Fenrys had been gone for about a week on a mission assigned to him by Aelin. You were glad that he had been given something to do. He was becoming restless, and you feared that he may tear the walls of your shared home apart if he was left to his own devices for much longer.

No, him leaving wasn’t what had made you so upset with him… It was his return. He had gone directly to Aelin to give his report, which was to be expected, but then he had disappeared. You had searched for him, hoping to say hello and spend a few moments with him before you, yourself, had to leave for a week.

The beach was the last place you could think of to check, and he wasn’t here.

You threw your arms up as a particularly nasty wave crashed against the distant rocks. Even the North Sea seemed to be taunting you.

Turning on your heel, you stomped back towards your horse.

“Fine…” you mumbled to yourself. “If he doesn’t want to see me, then he won’t.”

*****

You found Elide waiting with Lorcan and the wagon that the three of you would be taking on your travels.

“Surprised lover boy isn’t joining you.” Lorcan spoke, drawing you from your thoughts.

“No idea where he is.” You shrugged, climbing in and turning to offer Elide your hand. “Let’s go before we lose anymore daylight.”

“You don’t want to say goodbye?” Elide asked, accepting the hand you offered to help her up.

“He didn’t bother saying hello.” You shrugged. “So, he doesn’t get a goodbye.”

Lorcan snorted and rounded the wagon to take his own seat. The two of you got settled as he took over the reigns. With a nod from Elide, the three of you were off.

“Are you okay?” Elide asked, patting your knee.

“I have never been better.” You plastered a fake grin on your lips that you hoped was convincing.

The look she shot you said that it was exactly the opposite.

*****

Dorian’s castle hadn’t changed since the last time you had been here. Chaol greeted you at the door, a warm smile on his lips as he pulled you into a hug. You searched around for Yrene, but he shook his head.

“She’s tending to the baby.” Chaol could barely contain his excitement.

“I will have to visit before we leave.” You said into his shoulder.

“Yes, you will. Yrene will have your head if you don’t.” He released you and you nodded. “Dorian is in the throne room.”

You patted his shoulder in thanks as you passed.

The greetings shared between the other two and Chaol were muffled as you rounded the corner. The double doors that led to the throne room had been left wide open, and Dorian sat atop his throne, examining his nails.

You cleared your throat as you entered, and his head snapped up. The grin that pulled at his lips was contagious, and, before you could stop it, you were grinning back.

“Hello, Y/N.” He strode to you in a few steps and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

“Hello, your majesty.” You made to bow, but he laughed, pulling you back up by the arm.

“Seems we have much to discuss, old friend.” Dorian gestured towards the door behind you. “Shall we?”

*****

The time spent with Dorian was short lived, and you found yourself dreading the ride home.

You knew once you arrived in Terrasen, Fenrys would be there. He would demand why you hadn’t said goodbye, and there would surely be an argument.

“You seemed pretty sure of your decision to leave without saying goodbye a week ago.” Lorcan said, snapping the reigns.

The horses moved with a jolt, and you reached out an arm to steady Elide. You weren’t sure how Lorcan always seemed to know what you were thinking.

“I was.” You responded, “but now I’m not so sure it was the right choice.”

*****

Dawn had just broken when the three of you arrived. The wheels and hooves seemed to echo in the quiet streets of Terrasen, and you groaned.

“Can’t we just walk the rest of the way? We’re surely waking up every living thing from here to Eyllwe.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What do you suggest I do? Leave the horses in the middle of town?” Lorcan snapped.

You rolled your eyes, and Elide giggled at the two of you. You and Lorcan always fought, though neither of you wished bad on the other.

“We will be there soon.” She said with a shake of her head. “Then you two can get a good nights rest.”

You knew he’d hear you, that he had been waiting for the sound of hooves on stone. You could practically feel his anger down your mating bond. With a shudder, you wrapped your arms around yourself.

*****

You had been right, not that you had doubted yourself. As you pulled into the gates of Aelin’s home, you caught glimpse of a white wolf sitting in the courtyard. Your heart dropped at the sight of him.

Elise reached over, giving your leg a quick squeeze and Lorcan brought the wagon to a stop.

“Good luck, Y/N.” Elide said as she stood. “Looks like you’re going to need it.” She glanced over your shoulder and you didn’t need to turn around to know who she was looking at.

Lorcan helped Elide onto the ground, and the two of them made quick work of getting inside.

You huffed out a breath, trying to reign in your heartbeat. Fenrys was glaring holes through the back of your head.

“A simple ‘welcome home’ would suffice.” You said, finally standing and climbing out of the wagon. He was at your side in seconds.

“A simple ‘goodbye’ would have been better.” He growled, helping you to the ground.

The second your feet touched stone, you pulled out of his grasp. Hurt flashed in his eyes before he trained his face into something impassive.

“Would have said goodbye if I had been able to find you.” You mumbled.

He took a step towards you, but you stepped away from him again.

“I didn’t even know you were leaving. I had to find out from Aedion. Aelin wouldn’t even tell me where you went off to.”

“Aelin has some sense, then.” You rolled your eyes before setting off towards you home.

“Did you have fun with Dorian?” He spat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh yeah. Loads of fun.” You pushed past him to start the short journey to your home. “Really wore me out.”

He let out a low growl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Fenrys had an awful jealous streak, and for a moment, you felt guilty at the implication that you had made. But you steeled your nerves before you turned back to him.

“Where were you?” You couldn’t keep your voice from cracking.

He only stared at you, his brows furrowed.

“I looked everywhere. I even went to the beach.” You shook your head.

“You obviously didn’t look hard enough.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his response. You and Fenrys never fought. It was rare that the two of you even got mad at each other. As passionate and intense as you both were, you were also soft and gentle with each other. Your tempers were normally reserved for other people or training.

“I’m going to bed.” You turned on your heel again, “find somewhere else to stay for a few days.”

He didn’t follow, and you struggled to keep the tears from falling as you ran the rest of the way home.

*****

It had been five days. Five days for you to think, think again and then over think the interaction that got you to this point.

You knew you had been too sensitive, and that you had overreacted, but your pride wouldn’t let you admit it to Fenrys. Even if he was gazing at you across the training ring with regret and longing.

As upset as he had been, he had honored your wishes for him to stay away for awhile. You had run into each other a few times in the past few days, and you had a hunch that Aelin and Rowan were doing all they could to force the two of you into the same room.

“Y/N, Fenrys.” Aedion called out, “Aelin would like an audience with you.”

You nodded, setting the wooden sword you had been practicing with to the side and nodding at Gavriel. He offered a small smile and turned to Lorcan to continue his training.

Fenrys hesitated for a moment, his eyes never leaving your retreating form as you crossed the room towards Aedion.

“Are you coming?” You asked, stopping by the door, finally meeting his gaze over your shoulder.

“Oh.” He scrambled to catch up with you. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

*****

When you got to the throne room, the two of you stopped as he knocked.

“Do you have any idea what she wants?” You asked, leaning a shoulder against the wall as you waited for permission to enter.

“No idea.” He shook his head.

“Hmm.” Was your only response.

You examined him. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t been sleeping. The thought of his restless nights tugged at your heart, but you quickly shook the thought from your mind. You were mad at him, you reminded yourself.

“How are you?” He asked, avoiding your eyes.

“I’m great. You?”

He cleared his throat, and you knew him well enough to know that he was struggling to form an answer that didn’t sound what he thought was absolutely pathetic. You hoped he would tell you he missed you.

He settled on, “I’ve been better.”

Before you could respond, Rowan opened the door, beckoning the two of you into the room.

“Hello, Rowan.” You greeted as you stepped past him.

Aelin sat atop her throne, watching as the two of you with a blank expression. It made your hands sweat.

“Good morning.” She said, her queen voice coming out in full force.

“Good morning, your majesty.” You said, and Fenrys bowed.

Aelin chuckled and motioned for you two to come closer.

“I have a task for the two of you.” Aelin started. “You leave as soon as you can pack a bag.”

You both froze. “What will we be doing?” He asked.

“There seems to be some unease near the mountains. Something about bandits attacking travelers. I need the two of you to take care of it.” Rowan nodded as he joined her, standing behind her throne.

“Just the two of us?” You asked.

“Will that be a problem?” Rowan asked, irritation lacing his voice.

“No, of course not.” You shook your head.

“We have a horse waiting in the stables for you,” Aelin said, “You’re free to go. I expect to hear that you’ve left within the next twenty minutes.”

You both nodded before turning to leave.

“I need to come by for some of my things.” He murmured.

“I expected as much.” You replied, shutting the door to the throne room behind you.

*****

An hour later, the two of you were atop the horse, and several miles from the city. The ride so far had been dreadfully quiet. Having him pressed up against you like this was making it harder to be angry with him.

You adjusted yourself in the saddle, and he chuckled behind you.

“You’re going to be in for a rough trip if you’re already uncomfortable.” He said, his breath fanning over the back of your neck.

“The saddle isn’t the problem.” You snapped back.

“I stand by my sentiment.” He tightened his hold on you.

“They only gave us one horse on purpose.” You pouted. You were aware you sounded like a child, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Most likely. They’re getting sick of having me in the castle.”

“You’ve been staying at the castle?”

“I have.” He cleared his throat, “not quite the same as our bed, but I suppose it could be worse.”

You nodded, leaning back into him ever so slightly. You missed the way his arms felt around you.

“All you have to do is ask me to come back.” He whispered.

“Maybe I don’t want you to come back.” You said, but he only chuckled. The sound rattled around in your head.

“Your body says otherwise, my love.”

You shook your head, moving as far away from him as you could when you were sharing a saddle. “Knock it off. I’m still mad at you.”

*****

That evening, the two of you stopped to set up camp. The rest of the ride had been silent, and you were growing more and more agitated as time went on. He seemed perfectly content and happy to sit in silence, though, and that made you even more upset.

“Would you mind helping to set up camp? Or would you rather glare at me for the rest of the night?” He asked, his back still facing you.

You didn’t answer, and after a few heartbeats, he sighed.

“We should talk,” he said.

“Why? You seem perfectly happy acting as though nothing has happened.”

“Y/N…” he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Where were you?” You asked, “the day you came back… after you reported to Aelin. Where were you?”

“I was with Aedion. Ironically enough, he and Lysandra got into a spat, and he needed an ear and a shoulder.” He shrugged. “I didn’t know you were leaving until he asked me if I was going to say goodbye to you.”

“I looked everywhere for you.” You said.

“I was still in the castle.” He said, “and by the time I came to find you, you were gone.”

“I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye.” You whispered.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t come find you sooner.” He said, taking a step closer to you.

“And I’m sorry for cursing your existence on our favorite beach.” You grinned at him as he belted out a laugh.

His laugh. It was like music to your ears. It was something that you missed dearly, and now you were so grateful that you got to hear it again. The brief chuckles on the horse were nothing compared to this.

“C’mere, my love.” He opened his arms.

You flung your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his lips. He pulled you as close as he could, and kissed you back.

When he pulled away, humor was dancing in his eyes. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“But you love me anyway.” You replied, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“You’re right. I do love you anyway.” His answering grin made a blush creep to your cheeks.

“So...” you started, glancing once at his lips. “What should we do to make up for the last three weeks apart?”

“I can think of a few things.” He pressed another kiss to your lips.

You swore to yourself that you would never spend that much time away from him again.

#fenrys moonbeam x you #fenrys x you #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam #throne of glass fenrys #Fenrys moonbeam angst #throne of glass #kingdom of ash #fenrys x reader

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lorcandidlucienwill · 4 months

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Elorcan:

She was almost to the first of the saddled birds when a voice said behind her, “You should have ignored him.” Elide halted, finding Gavriel following. “Pardon me?” The Lion’s usually warm face was grave—disapproving. “You might as well have kicked a male already down.” Elide hadn’t uttered a cross word to Gavriel in all the time she’d known him, but she said, “I don’t see how this is any of your business.” “I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her.” “And that means he earns my forgiveness?”

Elucien:

I knew I wasn’t truly angry with her, not angry with anyone but myself, but I said, “You couldn’t say a single word to him? A pleasant greeting?” Elain only stared at the steaming kettle as she set it on the stone counter. “He brought you a present.” Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

Elorcan:

Elucien:

Elain fell into step beside me, peering at Lucien. He noticed it. “I heard you made the killing blow,” he said. Elain studied the trees ahead. “Nesta did. I just stabbed him.”

Elorcan:

“A bastard-born nobody,” she went on. “Did you think I’d sully myself with you?” “I think you might be my mate,” he rasped.

Elucien:

Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.” “I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.” And a whole lot of nothing.

Elorcan:

Lorcan, with his unending cold rage and a talent for killing gifted to him by Hellas himself, never allowed himself to lose. Battles, riches, females—Lorcan always won, at any cost.

Elucien:

“Autumn Court males have fire in their blood—and they fuck like it, too.”

#yall elucien may feed my elorcan obsession #look at them #elorcan #elucien #lorcan salvaterre #lucien vanserra #elide lochan #elain archeron #i'm so normal about them

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sarahjswift · 1 year

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Short Story for Aelin's Week!

I had to write this quick, so sorry if I missed any couples! Hope you enjoy! :)

“Happy Birthday!!”

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius gasped, staring at the crowd of her friends surrounding her. She dropped the dagger she had drawn at the unnerving stillness of the room and covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh my Gods!”

Grinning, Aedion Ashryver stood at the front of the crowd with his hands on his hips. “Did we surprise you?” Aelin nodded emphatically, and hugged her cousin.

“Come sit down! We got you some chocolates from Adarlan,” Elide Lochan said warmly, leading Aelin to a large table decked with desserts. Aelin gasped again, squealing with excitement as she spotted her favorite sweet. “How did you know what to get?” she asked.

“That would be us,” Dorian Havillard and Chaol Westfall shouted from across the room. Aelin screamed and ran toward her best friends. They grinned and opened their arms to her as she swallowed them in a hug. “Hey, Aelin,” Dorian laughed, kissing her cheek. Aelin beamed at them, tears falling down her cheeks. She hadn’t seen these two in months since they’d left for their kingdom.

And that had to mean - she turned to Chaol, hardly daring to believe it, before her gaze fell on Yrene, and the small bundle in her arms. Aelin let out a happy, disbelieving sob.

“Meet Alavara, our daughter,” Chaol said thickly through tears. Aelin hugged him tight without taking her eyes off of the small bundle of blankets. The baby peeked out of her through the swaddle, her big brown eyes framed with luscious lashes. That and her curls and light brown skin made Alavara the cutest baby for miles.

Yrene was crying happily too as she moved toward her husband, radiant with happiness.

After an hour of cooing over the baby and devouring the sweets, Aelin still couldn’t wrap her head around what her friends - no, her family - had done for her. “I still don’t understand - how did you all arrange this?”

Lysandra smiled, and pointed to the corner. Aelin turned and looked, the crowd parting to make way to who was there. Aelin smiled softly at her mate, standing there, his piercing green eyes pinned on her.

She crossed the room and hugged him, inhaling his pine-and-snow scent. The party continued on around them, but as Rowan’s arms pulled her close to him, it felt like they were in their own bubble. “Thank you,” she murmured into his ear. Rowan stared at her, his normally harsh face softened with love for her.

Aelin was so overcome with happiness in that moment that she felt tears prick at the back of her eyes, and she leaned in and kissed her husband. His lips were soft and gentle against hers, and she felt at home.

Two hours later, Aelin was blowing out her candles, surrounded by her friends. Lysandra, Aedion and Evangeline, a small but happy family. Lorcan and Elide, the tough male lit up with love. Yrene and Chaol, glowing with pride and love for Alavara. Manon and Dorian, holding hands, the witch smiling up at him. Finally, Rowan and Fleetfoot, her family. She smiled through blurred tears at her family as they all cheered; “Happy 20th birthday, Aelin!”

thanks for reading! :)

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #rowaelin #aelinweek #aelin galathynius

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 months

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Seven fandoms, seven characters!

starting a new post as the old one got sooo long; thank you so much for the tag @moonlightazriel @thelov3lybookworm💛

acotar: Lucien Vanserra / six of crows: Wylan van Eck / tog: Yrene Towers

harry potter: Luna Lovegood / teen wolf: Lydia Martin

last kingdom: Sihtric Kjartansson / pirates of the caribbean: Will Turner

tagging: @queercontrarian @acourtofladydeath @chunkypossum @born-to-riot @thelovelymadone @areyoudreaminof @iftheshoef1tz @popjunkie42 @brekkershadowsinger @lucienarcheron (no pressure)

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witchthewriter · 2 months

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𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @aubrobrewhaha.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 ��𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚𝒔! You have such a soft nature; patient, gentle, I think Fenrys would melt at your feet just to feel your hand on his cheek. You two wouldn't be an unlikely couple - Fenrys definitely has a gentle side, he just hides his vulnerability with jokes. And you'd see right through it.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚/𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓

Light.

Not the same as fire, but similar to that of sunshine or a star; when your power is at full strength, you glow (can glow so bright it incinerates anyone you want around you). Your eyes can turn white when using your power, as well as defying gravity.

Your skin always looks like you're wearing glitter or some type of shimmer, but you were born that way.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

When the mate bond snapped into place, he was on emissary duty. You being a princess of a royal who had came to Aelin's aid. Fenrys was sent to give personal thanks on Queen Aelin's behalf.

It happened as soon as you laid eyes on each other; Fenrys' nostrils flaring, eyes widening and eyebrows lifting. You were the first person he shook hands with, his eyes boring into your own. It felt like something had filled inside of you; a bone, or an emotion you didn't know had been in a state of dismay. Now it was ... healed. And you felt elated.

Without a doubt he would shift into his wolf form and beckon you to frolic in a goddamn field. His wolfy tongue hanging out of his mouth, bouncing up and down with his head turned to look behind you.

Fenrys' pet names for you are: "starlight" (obviously inspired by your powers but also because you're his guiding star admist the darkness), "my princess," or alternatively just "princess" and "sunshine."

Fenrys is always over the top whenever you hurt yourself/are hurt. Even if it's just a papercut, he's rushing around trying to find something to cover it. Giving it a kiss better (always gives your covered 'wound' a kiss).

His mouth was literally agape when he first saw your powers. Wide-eyed, shocked, amazed, in love. Thought (and continue to thinks) you're the most beautiful thing in the world. Too precious.

When he first introduced you to Aelin, he was he like "look it. look at my mate. perfect. just perfect. i get to keep :')"

Squeezes your cheeks, kisses your palms, scratches your scalp, hugs you from behind, wants to pick you up all the time but you bat his hands away because he's still trying to when others are around!

Takes him a long time to open up about his brother and his past. You'd might even ask Aelin about it and she would only tell you some things but ultimately it would be up to Fenrys.

Before you, when he'd have nightmares he would change into his wolf form. However, since finding you, his mate, nightmares don't happen so often. But when they do, he subconciously curls into you, letting your light seep into him like a protective bubble.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Sunshine Of Your Love by Cream

Do It by Chloe x Halle (this song is the one where you & fenrys would absolutely lose it to, like both of you just dancing like no one is watching - when in fact everyone is watching...)

Work Song by Hozier

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Madly In Love (Fenrys) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You)

Constantly Trying To Make You Blush In Public (Fenrys) x Worked At First But Now You're Used To It (You)

Malewife x Girlboss

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Intertwined Destinies

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Fenrys loves that you know how to calm people down, you make people feel at ease, you're a soothing presence. Fenrys adores how much empathy you have for others, it shows how strong you are; your willingness to open your heart.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Okay so everyone would absolutely adore you, but Yrene would connect with you wholeheartedly. You both have very similar personalities, would be on the same page/wavelength and just understand each other more than anyone else would (besides your mates).

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Yrene, Elide and Gavriel. Selfless, intelligent, kind, wise, gentle, slow to anger, yet passionate and don't take shit from anyone.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

There's a tradition in your royal fae family, of finding your familiar when you come of age. They're to help you with the responsibility of making decisions and thinking of your actions vs consequences.

Your familiar came in the animal of an owl; smaller than the usual but no less wise. Although, she is much more playful. Usually she sits on your shoulder, flies around your head or goes back home to rest.

When you need her, all you need to do is pull on that invisible tether inside yourself and she's there in an instant.

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂! Like the other fae I've shipped you with, Luc teeters on the edge of witty banter and sarcasm that's used as a mask to hide his trauma/pain. With you he can be as serious or unserious as he wants, knowing you won't judge him.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚/𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓

Growth/Healing.

Whether it's closing wounds or regrowing dying flowers, the love and compassion from your heart made the cauldron decide easily on your ability. Some see you as a medic, as you're able to find the source of the pain if someone is ill. It's a big responsibility and you're constantly needed.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Kept his sarcastic wall up with you even after he found out you were mates. It wasn't until a month later, when you held your hand so gently to his face that he crumbled under your touch. You told him he did not need to keep up the charade with you.

Not only do your powers heal, but you know a lot about herbs and ointments as well. Your family (who have lived in the Dawn Court for generations) are well-known for their healing. Even Thesan, the High Lord, bestowed a title to your family.

This title meant your family held influence. Not a lot, but enough that respect was given wherever you went. And that's how you met Lucien - Rhysand had asked if one of your family members (which ended up being you) would come and teach Feyre how to heal.

Since Lucien often visited the Night Court, it was no coincidence that you bumped into each other. Literally. Which is ironic since you both possess fae abilities - but your minds were so focused on what lay ahead in the Night Court.

Helping you up, it wasn't until your hands touched, then eyes met that the mating bond snapped into place. Like a tight tether around your very soul, it became hard to breathe when he let go of your hand.

Lucien told Feyre (his main reason in being there) and she gave him pretend orders so that he had to stay.

Lucien is constantly scared that something is going to happen to you. The trauma from his father and what he did to his former lover still hangs over his head like an axe waiting to fall.

Not a lot of people know this, but Lucien has a lot of anxiety. He keeps it hidden but because of the bond (and the fact that you both accepted the bond) you can feel what he feels. And one of your best traits is being able to calm unnerved beings.

Many, many forehead touches. Even though Lucien is quite taller than you, he leans down so he can kiss your nose and touch your forehead with his.

Would definitely move to the Dawn Court to be with you and your family if that's what you wished.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Into My Arms by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Nad Dunaem by DakhaBrakha

The Less I Know The Better by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Lucien)

“I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Lucien)

Sweetest Person On Earth (You) x Their Protector (Lucien)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Timeless Love

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your very being. You helped Lucien re-discover his self worth, his confidence (which he didn't have to fake anymore) and brought him out of the darkness. He no longer felt lost.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

The High Lady herself, Feyre! While teaching her, you two grew a close bond. And although she loved her Inner Circle, it was nice to talk to someone different, someone who she had to learn to trust.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of all three Archeron sisters. Hear me out; Nesta's take no shit attitude and fierceness, Elain's gentle nature and love for the natural world and Feyre, who can shoulder responsibility and wants to help others.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Found hurt with a broken leg, you couldn't let the poor thing suffer. It wasn't in your nature, even if you didn't have healing as your gift. Once the cat was fully healed, his eyes turned to you and he grinned.

"Thank you," he said. Turning from a cat into a large pantheresque looking creature. Horns protruding from his head, teeth sharpening and claws growing.

And yet, you weren't scared. He knew you weren't.

"I owe you a life debt," he uttered, head bowing.

"Oh no you really don't!" You insisted, waving your hands in a 'no' motion.

But after a few minutes of silence, he replied, "well, after you. Now where you go, I go. And if you prefer my other form... I can do that as well."

(Lucien nearly died from a heart attack when he first met the creature.)

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒏! Handsome, funny and sarcastic; he would protect you with his life - he would kill and die for you. Well ... there's nothing he wouldn't do for you.

With a mix of humour yet overwhelming care tucked behind his mask of intimdation; it was a surprise when you two found out you were mates.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚/𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓

Elemental ability: Water.

As a half Mer, with your other half being Fae, you have an afinity for water magic. Although you cannot turn into a Mer, you can hold your breath under water for a long, long time. It isn't just ocean, lake or river water you can control, but most liquids. However, your magic is strongest when the liquid is pure water.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Thought you were a goddess the first time he saw you; the way the sun shone down upon your face as you stood on the beach. Water drifting up your legs, swirling around your body; like a blue snake winding around you.

You didn't care that your dress was soaking, or that people were watching. You just needed to feel the water on your skin. It was like re-energising yourself whenever you touched water. Especially when it was the ocean. The place that your mother was from, the place that you had been birthed.

Visiting the water was a common occurance for you. It helped calm you, bring you back to reality when your mind was playing tricks.

Your first kiss with Ruhn was at night, in the water. Droplets ran down his tanned face, his hair pushed back, lips wet. You hadn't thought you would ever find your mate. Let alone a Prince. A rebel prince who was covered in tattoos, looked scary but had a goddamn heart of gold.

Physical affection is a big factor in your relationship. Ruhn yearns for it. For many years he was touch-starved. Aching for a kind hand, a soft hug; someone he knew would never hurt him.

And having you now, he would endure everything all over again. Knowing he would have you.

He's very good at braiding hair; used to braid Bryce's when she was a little girl. He let her paint his nails and colour in his tattoos. He loved being a big brother.

Loves snuggling up with you on the couch; well, it's actually him laying on top of you, his head on your chest as you watch a reality show.

You don't have a lot of arguements. But when you do, it's mostly about your safety or his. You want to help him but he wants you to be safe, to never get hurt. Because if he lost you, he would be lost too.

WOULD 100% TATTOO YOUR NAME ON HIS HEART AND HAVE A TATTOO BAND ON HIS RING FINGER.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Eat Your Young by Hozier

Fire In The Water by Feist

R U Mine by Arctic Monkeys

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Looks Like A Jerk But Has A Heart Of Gold (Ruhn) x Looks Like A Cinnamon Roll But Is Also A Badass (You)

Sun (You) x Moon (Ruhn)

Always Hold Grudges (Ruhn) x Forgives Too Easily (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your passion. With your Virgo Sun (ambition, determination, hard-working nature, practicality) and your Aries Moon (fierceness, independence, relentlessness) AND your Leo Rising! (warmness, friendliness, compassion, enthusiasm) you are a leader of change and possibilities.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Bryce would would probably fall in love with you a little. I will not lie. Maybe it's because you have similar placements, or she loves how compassionate and fierce you are, she cannot deny that you just might be her platonic soulmate (which hurts her a little because that's how she thought of Danika).

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix (I'm sorry it's always a mix!) of Juniper, Bryce, and Danika. Almost like a softer version of Bryce? You have such a healing energy, like you could calm absolutely anyone down. Defuse a fight, relieve stress but also be a leader of an army?

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A beautiful sea creature called a Hippocampus. She resembles a horse mixed with a fish and is absolutely obsessed with you.

Well, as are you, since you grew up together. It was a rare coincidence for a mer-child to be born at the exact moment as another sea creature ...

#personal aesthetic #match ups #throne of glass pair ups #throne of glass match ups #tog ships #acotar ships #acotar pair ups #acotar match ups #crescent city series #hosab #cc #cc ships #crescent city ships #crescent city #crescent city pair ups #witchthewriter #headcanons #aesthetic

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rufousnmacska · 1 year

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Here is part two - Dorian’s pov - of this anon-requested manorian head canon. Thanks to @itach-i for beta reading and fangirling 🥰

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Orynth was months ago, and yet to Dorian it sometimes felt like years. The sickening feel of the collar on his skin, the voice of his father commanding him to kill a guard, the voice of his father saving him from the wyrd keys. The dreams left him dizzy with confusion, left him wondering if he could repair the Havilliard name and the damage his father had wrought. On the dreamless nights, he woke feeling rested but hollow. A new sense of emptiness as if something was missing.

It wasn’t until he walked in on a quiet moment between Chaol and Yrene one day that he realized what that empty feeling might be. His friends were hugging, their baby son cuddled between them. And oddly, it made him think of her.

He’d thought of Manon often since they’d parted in Terrasen. More often than he’d admitted to anyone, including himself. Of course he worried about her after the loss of her coven. But Dorian had kept those thoughts fleeting and mostly businesslike - how a treaty might impact the witches, when the wyverns would be old enough to train.

The fact that her face, her scent, her eyes were the only things he imagined when pleasuring himself… that meant nothing. He was simply too overwhelmed with work and in need of release.

But seeing his friends, he knew. He missed her. Desperately. Whatever they had was not over. Not even close.

When his mother approached him one day about his upcoming birthday, Dorian snapped. She left his office in tears and it took two days for her to forgive him. He blamed his horrible behavior on a headache, unable to tell her the truth.

His last birthday he’d been a slave to a valg prince. A torturer and murderer. He tried to kill one of his best friends. Or so he’d been told. The knowledge made him sick and fed the self doubt that seemed to be growing by the day.

No, he did not think a birthday ball would raise the morale of the castle and city. No, the presence of many, beautiful, eligible ladies would not cheer him up.

But she had not listened. Planning was underway and he replied by burying himself in his work. Ignoring the seed of hope that maybe the Witch Queen would receive an invitation.

The night before the festivities, Dorian lay in his bed unable to sleep. Dark thoughts and half memories raced through his head whenever he closed his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, no matter the tonic Yrene had made, sleep was impossible. The only time his tense muscles relaxed was when his thoughts turned to her.

Once, he almost drifted off. Imagining…

Manon walked into the ballroom, her silken hair in a braided crown, a red cape trailing behind. He left the person he was talking to and made his way through the crowd toward her. Their eyes were locked. The music had stopped. And yet, the more people he pushed aside, the farther away she became. Her smile never faltered and her golden gaze stayed on him. But the crowd was pulling him away. The crowd, the people, his people were pulling him back, tearing at his crown, his ornate clothing, shouting that he was not their king, shouting that they deserved a better king, one who hadn’t abandoned them, one who wouldn’t torture them, one that-

Dorian shook violently awake, a scream in his throat and both hands clutching his neck.

When the music began, Dorian swallowed his shame and painted a smile on his face. No doubt the line of women wanting to dance with him was long. And full of all the same greedy-eyed courtiers, who, like his mother, noticed no difference in him from last year to this.

He held back the grimace that came with the thought, and once again wished for her. Her presence that calmed him, made him feel real, and true.

He’d been a fool these past months, trying to convince himself that they were some sort of ephemeral thing. Like a butterfly that lives for a season and vanishes. He wanted the butterfly. Not to cage, but to have it fly to him, and him to fly to her.

Dorian shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Comparing Manon to a butterfly? He was a fool.

The dance ended and he bowed to the Lady from a holding he’d forgotten. And just then, something prickled over his skin. He turned, looked up, and there she was.

Manon, in a red dress unlike anything his poor imagination could conjure.

She glided down the stairway, every step graceful. Just like his dream, their gaze never broke. He almost stopped walking, expecting this to turn into the nightmare of last night. But the smile she wore now was different. Not as broad or bright. This smile was soft, almost shy. Beyond description. It made his heart thrum.

They both stopped when they were eye to eye and he liked this position. It felt right. His equal, his queen.

“Hello witchling.” That he could speak surprised him.

Manon took a breath and said, “Hello princeling.”

Before she faded away, he pulled her into his arms and into a dance. He moved them away from the crowd and everyone disappeared from his awareness. Everyone but her.

“This is the best birthday present I could have asked for,” he whispered in her ear.

Manon wrinkled her nose slightly. “Your birthday?”

That she was here without knowing made it feel like fate. She shivered at his touch and he struggled to stay focused. “I’m going to pretend you knew.”

A moment of dancing passed and Manon noticed the new crest adorning his jacket. When he directed her to the mosaic on the wall, she froze. He’d had it designed to honor their sacrifice, not knowing if or when Manon would ever see it. Hoping. He’d hoped she would. And now she had tears forming in her eyes.

“It’s nothing,” Dorian said. “Just a token of our appreciation for what they gave.”

“It’s not nothing,” she replied, swallowing the tears before they fell.

Now it was his turn to freeze. Manon rested her warm hand on his cheek. It was soft, unsteady. But real. The image of a butterfly landing in his hand flitted through his mind. He blinked it away and turned to kiss her palm.

Dorian took Manon’s hand and led her from the ballroom. Within minutes of back halls and hidden passageways they were in his room.

Alone.

Together. Finally.

As they embraced, he drew a finger under her eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping. Judging by the darkness of her normally pale skin, she hadn’t slept well in some time.

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” she said, knowing what he was about to suggest.

He could hear the music rising up through the balcony. “And I don’t want to take off this dress yet.” It was the truth. She was stunning.

So they danced in each other’s arms until Manon turned her face up to his and he kissed her.

They were awake together all night and fell asleep at dawn. He spent the day curled around her, not caring that they never left the bed.

She was here and that’s all that mattered.

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