#vesta blackbeak

[shadowhandss60]

“Manon began screaming then.

Screaming, endless and wordless, as that thing in her chest, as her heart, shattered.”

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Art by @s.seidel.art, commissioned by me

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[shadowdaddies]

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

DO YOUR MAGIC

Roar of the Wind

Manon x Reader fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanfic #manon blackbeak #manon blackbeak x reader #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass fluff #manon throne of glass #manon x reader #manon blackbeak fluff #manon x reader fluff #vesta blackbeak #asterin blackbeak #tog imagine #tog fanfic #manon tog #manon crochan #throne of glass fanfiction

[manonslayme]

Hi do you ever think about the possible dynamics and personality and relationships the thirteen could have had with each other and then feel sad about losing them and then see a bunch of horrifically sad poems on TikTok and then wonder how Manon will ever love again?

Not exactly in the romantic sense but in the familial sense? The thirteen were her family, not Glennis or Bronwen or her parents or the matron. The thirteen were family, they knew her for more than a century and loved her and knew her and understood her and fought for her and with her. They were such a tangled up, intense part of her life and her love and she lost them.

How can she ever love again in the same way she loves them?

#tog #manon blackbeak #throne of glass #asterin blackbeak #sorrel blackbeak #vesta blackbeak #briar blackbeak #edda blackbeak #fallon blackbeak #faline blackbeak #linnea blackbeak #ghislaine blackbeak #imogen blackbeak #kaya blackbeak #thea blackbeak #I wrote this at like 1am idk what’s happening here #I got real sad man idk

[gothicbabydollz]

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

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

Just imagine being the Thirteen’s plaything. 😫

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

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

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

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

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

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

#drabbles ❥ #thirteen x reader #manon x reader smut #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak #manon crochan #manon smut #asterin blackbeak #asterin throne of glass #asterin x reader #vesta blackbeak #thirteen throne of glass #manorian #dorian x manon #manon x elide

[malulls]

People talk about Fenrys with Asterin but... Fenrys and Vesta? the CHAOS? The flirting? The sarcasm? I could see it happen

#throne of glass #sarah j maas #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys #vesta blackbeak #asterin blackbeak #the thirteen #blackbeak #fenrys x vesta

[crunchywarrior]

Ghislaine: Where’s Manon? Vesta: Doing stuff. Ghislaine: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Sorrel? Vesta: Trying to stop Manon from doing the stuff. Ghislaine: And Asterin? Vesta: Trying to stop Sorrel from stopping Manon from doing the stuff. Ghislaine: I see. And what are you doing here, Vesta? Vesta: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Asterin from stopping Sorrel from stopping Manon from doing the stuff.

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[the-regal-warrior]

Cadre Weaponry: Jealousy

I finally have another CW update, and this one is very special. This chapter is a very very VERY Happy Birthday gift to the one and only @live-the-fangirl-life !! B - happy happy birthday! I hope you enjoy the shenanigans!

A note: this chapter is called “Jealousy,” but it’s not actually about the boys being jealous - I just couldn’t think of a better word. The theme of jealous does come up, but that’s not what it is - it’s just the boys wanting to show the world how lucky they are that their girls chose them. Also, this update all takes place during the original CW timeline.

Summary: Welcome to Cadre Weaponry - the shop for all your weapons needs, both antique and modern! Join the boys of the Cadre as they become friends and tackle this thing we call life. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll even find love along the way.

Let’s see what happens when our boys get put into situations that could very easily make them jealous.

Warnings: language, implied sexy times.

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THREE YEARS, NINE MONTHS, AND EIGHT DAYS AGO

Fenrys had never considered himself to be a jealous man - it just wasn’t what he considered to be a good look. He’d never taken part in trying to show the world that whoever he was dating was “his,” because that was complete and utter crap in any relationship. 

And he certainly wouldn’t say that Asterin was his by any means - she was her own person, and that was it - which meant that he didn’t care who she talked to or spent her time with.

So, no… he wasn’t a jealous man.

He was, however, a man determined to keep his girlfriend from being hit on by assholes she didn’t want hitting on her.

They’d been dating for four months, and in that time he’d realized that occurrences like their first date - the one where she’d kissed him to chase off some guy from trying to ask her out - were pretty common. Asterin was gorgeous, and she oozed so much confidence that it was hard for people not to be attracted to her. 

But he knew that all the attention weighed on her sometimes. 

So, when that happened, he did everything he could to make it clear that she wasn’t available. 

They’d gone out for dinner because neither of them felt like cooking, and he’d excused himself to the bathroom soon after they ordered. Rounding the corner on his way back from the bathroom, he saw his girlfriend shaking her head at the dark-haired man leaning on the edge of their table, her fingers flexing against the seat of the booth like she was two seconds away from smacking the guy. 

As he got within earshot, he heard the man say, “all I’m saying is that I think we should go out sometime, I promise I’d show you a good time.”

Chuckling when he saw Asterin’s eyes roll - clearly this was not the first time the man had asked her out - he just slid onto the booth next to her, grateful that they’d gone to their favorite diner, which had wide booths that allowed him to do what he was planning to do. Slinging his legs over her lap and resting his chin on her shoulder as he peered up at the man staring at them in disbelief, he merely asked, “problem, love?”

“All good, baby,” she replied, letting her hands settle on his legs as she leaned into him. “Just telling this man here that I’m already taken.” The words were pointed, like it wasn’t the first time she’d said them, and the glare she directed at the stranger just underlined that point. 

Raising his hands placatingly, he shot her a vaguely apologetic look before walking off. 

“Thank you,” Asterin breathed, slumping against the back of the booth on a massive sigh. “I thought he’d never give up.”

Chuckling, he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “That’s what I’m here for, Rin. I’m happy to play jealous boyfriend for you any day of the week.”

“My hero,” she cooed, tightening her grip on his thighs when he went to swing his legs back to the floor. “No, stay,” she murmured, “just until the food comes. You’re so warm.”

“Anything for you,” he replied, situating his legs over her lap once more. “You know me: Fenrys Moonbeam, loving boyfriend and personal space heater.”

Shooting him some serious side-eye, Asterin just shook her head and knocked him lightly in the stomach with her elbow. “You’re a mess.” Though her tone was flat, he knew by the look in her eyes that she was fighting back a laugh. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning in to knock his forehead against her jaw, “but I’m your mess.”

Sliding her hand around his shoulder and trailing her fingers along the back of his neck, she gave him the widest, happiest smile before kissing him softly. “Yeah, my mess. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Me either, Rin. Me either.”

THREE YEARS, SEVEN MONTHS, AND TWENTY-ONE DAYS AGO

Going out dancing with his girl had quickly become one of Rowan’s favorite things. Aelin had always loved music - from picking the perfect playlist every morning to be the perfect backdrop for her cafe to her perfectly curated playlists created to help shut her mind off before she fell asleep - and getting to experience that joy with her as they danced was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

They’d decided early on in their relationship that they’d make time at least twice a month to go dancing, and that hadn’t changed in the year and two months they’d been together. No matter how stressed or busy they got, they made the time. It had become something of a date night tradition for them.

Rowan loved every second of it. 

They way Aelin lit up the minute they got through the door and the music was pumping through their veins, the way she immediately started bouncing and moving to the rhythm of whatever song was playing, the way she’d indulge him if he wanted to get a drink first even when all she really wanted to do was dance until she couldn’t feel her feet anymore… he’d never loved anyone more. 

“Ro,” Aelin enthused, tugging on his hand as she danced around, “this is my favorite song!”

Chuckling, he leaned in to kiss her temple. “Go on, then, Fireheart. Go dance. I’ll join you as soon as I grab the drinks and find a table.”

Squealing, she kissed him quickly and darted off for the throng of people moving as one in the middle of the floor. 

He paid the bartender for their drinks and quickly found an empty table, setting Aelin’s down as he took a long sip of his. Casting his eyes over the crowd, it wasn’t hard to find his girl. She’d always stood out in a crowd - between her golden hair and her unique eyes, she was hard to miss - especially when she was dancing.

When she was dancing, she turned every head around her.

Something about Aelin was so electric, so magnetic that people couldn’t help but watch her. 

Noticing the way some of the guys around her were looking at her - the way he imagined he’d looked at her when he first met her, and probably still looked at her if he was being honest - he took another swallow of his drink and made his way toward her. 

It wasn’t that he was jealous, because he knew that Aelin had chosen him the same way he’d chosen her. It was just that seeing other people watching her made him want to have her in his arms, basking in the knowledge that they hand chosen one another

Rowan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, meshing his body with hers as they began moving as one. “Fireheart,” he breathed, one hand coming up to grasp her chin. Using that grip, he turned her face until he could press a hard, claiming kiss to her lips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you dance?”

“Mmm, that kiss gave me a pretty good idea.” She rocked her body against his, sliding one hand up around his neck and tangling her fingers in his hair. “Didn’t expect you out here so quick.”

His chuckle a rasp in her ear, he ran his lips down over her jaw. “Just didn’t want my fiancée out here all alone.”

“Two and a half months of wearing your ring on my finger,” she said, turning in his arms, “and I’m still not tired of hearing it.”

Humming, he pressed his lips to hers. “My beautiful fiancée,” he whispered, their lips still touching, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying it.”

Aelin just smiled and kissed him again, letting him feel how much she loved him in the way her lips moved against his. 

He poured his own love in the kiss, content to just stay in that moment where they lost themselves in the music and the feeling of being together. 

It was moments like those that made him love dancing with Aelin all the more.

TWO YEARS, SIX MONTHS, AND TWENTY-TWO DAYS AGO

Getting to watch his girlfriend work was something Connall didn’t think he’d ever get tired of. It truly was inspiring, the way she could take a client’s idea, put it on paper beautifully, and then transfer that to their skin just as flawlessly. 

In the year and four months they’d been together, three of which they’d spent officially dating, he’d never stopped feeling blessed that he got to experience that. 

Reclining against the back of the sofa in the lobby of The Wastes, he crossed his arms behind his head as Vesta finished up with her client. She’d brought the man into the lobby so he could see the piece that stretched from his upper arm, over his shoulder, and onto his upper back in the large mirror on the wall next to the front desk. 

As always, Connall was blown away with his girlfriend’s work. The lines were stunning, the colors were vivid, and the whole piece was so lifelike it took his breath away.

When they finally walked back into the lobby, her client’s new ink was covered and wrapped, but he still hadn’t managed to pull his shirt back on. Connall couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled - which luckily no one saw - at the obvious way the guy flexed as he reached for the pen to sign off on his bill. 

“Thank you so much,” he beamed as he handed the pen back to her. “As always, your work is stunning.”

Nodding, she pulled him into a quick hug as she replied, “I’m just glad you trust me enough to keep coming back for more ink.”

Connall tried very hard not to think about the fact that the man was still shirtless. 

His girlfriend exchanged a few more pleasantries with her client before he finally left - thankfully with his shirt back on - with one final wave and nod in Connall’s direction. 

“Amazing work as always, my love,” he said, standing from the low sofa and stretching his arms up over his head. 

Nodding, Vesta hopped up to sit on the counter, quickly filing the receipt in the appropriate folder and flipping through her appointment book, no doubt making sure she was prepared for whatever appointment she had next. 

He took in the miles of leg left bare by the black combat boots and steel blue sundress she’d chosen for the day, took in the way a few tendrils of her long red hair had escaped her bun and were drifting down over her shoulders, which were also left mostly bare by her dress… He took all of that in and was across the lobby before he even realized he’d moved, his hands cupping her cheeks as he pressed his lips to hers. 

Gasping, she froze in surprise for a split second before she was kissing him back with everything she had. Her mouth opened under the pressure of his lips, and it wasn’t long until their tongues were tangled together, her hands sliding over his back and down to cup his ass as his thumbs swept in long lines over her jaw. 

Pulling back with a needy sigh, Vesta looked up at him through hooded eyes. “What was that for?” she asked, her cheeks flushed. 

“Just wanted to make sure you knew how proud I was of you, beloved girlfriend.”

She just arched a brow at him. “Mmm, and it had nothing to do with the very fit, attractive, shirtless man that just hugged me?” The laughter in her tone - plus that fact that Connall had met this client before and actually quite liked the man - made it more than clear that she was teasing him, and the way her hands never stilled on his ass just further proved that she was trying to get a rise out of him. 

Connall wasn’t a jealous man - or, at least, he tried very hard not to be - but if his girl wanted to play, he was happy to indulge her. 

“Sounds like I need to take you to the office in the back and spend some more time showing you just how proud I am to call you mine.” He lifted her into his arms as he spoke, her legs easily wrapping around his waist as she moved her arms up to loop around his neck. 

Nipping at his bottom lip as she kissed him again, she cooed against his lips, “oh, I absolutely think you do.”

He was more than happy to oblige.

ONE YEAR, TEN MONTHS, AND TEN DAYS AGO

Walking through the front door of The Keep Pub and Grille, Vaughan didn’t even have to look where he was going, just letting the familiar sound of Sorrel’s laughter guide him to the bar - not that he had any doubt that she, as head bartender, would be anywhere else. They’d been together - hanging out, hooking up, doing whatever they were doing that wasn’t dating - for almost two and a half years, and he found himself making more and more time to come visit her while she was working.

Just because he visited her at work didn’t mean that they were dating, no matter what his ridiculous friends kept telling him. 

He was happy with things just the way they were. And so was Sorrel.

That was all that mattered. 

Taking what had quickly become his usual seat at the end of the bar, he tipped his head at the dark-haired woman standing behind it and nodded at the questioning look she gave him. The regulars at the bar nodded at him while the woman prepared his drink, and he just offered them a grin in response. 

He supposed he was becoming a bit of a regular himself.

“Your drink, my good sir,” Sorrel greeted, squeezing his hand after she set the glass in front of him. 

Chuckling, he flipped his hand so he could trace his fingers along her palm as she pulled away. “Why thank you, beautiful lady.”

She just shook her head at him as she laughed before walking away to wait on her other customers. Vaughan watched as she worked, feeling the small smile growing on his face as she proved all over again how much of an excellent bartender she was. She handled everyone’s requests with ease, laughing and joking with her regulars as she went, making sure the newer and less frequent customers felt just as welcome. 

Vaughan felt his smile sink a little, however, when he noticed two guys on the other side of the bar checking her out as she moved. They shot her winning smiles as she stopped in front of them, and he could hear their cheesy pick-up lines across the bar. 

Gritting his teeth, he took a sip of his drink.

Sorrel wasn’t his girlfriend - he was the one who’d made sure they weren’t dating, and she’d readily agreed - but something about seeing someone else hit on her wasn’t a pleasant experience.

He tried to shake off whatever expression his face had settled into - he wasn’t sure what it was but he knew it probably wasn’t polite - as she finished waiting on them and politely but firmly turned away their advances. 

Apparently, however, he was not successful, because she arched an eyebrow at him and walked back over to him quickly, rounding the bar to lean against the front of it next to where he was sitting. “Everything okay?” she questioned, taking both of her hands in his. 

“Yeah. All good.” Shooting one last look at the men across the bar who were still staring at her, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to her temple. “Just helping drive the point home for those two over there.”

Rolling her eyes, Sorrel just leaned against his side, letting him wrap his arm around her waist. “Is that all?” she quipped, kissing his jaw softly.

“Mmm, and what else would it be?” It seemed he couldn’t keep himself from kissing her, because he tilted her chin up so he could kiss her lips just as softly as she’d kissed his chin. Vaughan was aware that he was acting more like someone in a relationship that he usually did, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. 

He’d analyze what that meant later. 

“Maybe,” she responded, nudging his shoulder with hers as she went back behind the bar, “you just missed me?”

Sighing even as he smiled, he just picked up his drink, content to watch her get back to work. “Maybe I did.”

ELEVEN MONTHS AND FOURTEEN DAYS AGO

Gavriel was actually in love with the days his fiancée got out of work early and came to visit him at the shop. She loved to walk through the store like she was browsing, spending hours just going through all the arrows they offered like it was her first time even though she’d seen them all before - hell, she usually helped them figure out which ones they wanted to stock. 

They’d been together for almost two and a half years, engaged for a year and a half of that, and watching her love what he loved never got old.

The competitive archer in her never took a day off, even when she wasn’t actively competing. 

For his part, he’d just sit on the stool behind the till and watch Lin move through the store, his eyes tracking the pieces of dark hair that always fell free from her bun as she talked excitedly with customers who seemed interested in whatever she was standing next to. 

He was always amazed by the sheer number of people she managed to talk into buying something they’d previously been on the fence about. 

It was a rare day when all five of his friends were also in the store - no one was out on supply runs or visiting a weapons expo or had even taken the day off - which meant that he had spent most of the day running the till, able to stay there since his friends could cover everything else. That wasn’t the most thrilling of jobs during the slow moments, which were thankfully few and far between, but it gave him so much time to marvel over Lin, who’d only worked a half day and had spent the rest of the day in the shop with him. 

Just finishing up with the customer he’d been ringing out, Gavriel looked up to wave them through the door and found his gaze almost instinctively drawn to his fiancée. She was standing by some of their newest arrows, and she was explaining all about them to a customer, her eyes bright with that sparkle that archery always seemed to bring out.

It really was a sight to behold. 

The man she was talking to, who seemed to be hanging on to every word she said, watched as her hands moved over the selection they offered, most likely pointing out the different features of each style. He nodded at something she said, and then Lin was turning to pick up a handful of the arrows she’d just pointed to, gesturing the man to the counter as she followed behind. 

“Making sales again, Lin?” Gavriel asked, hopping off the stool to grab a box from under the counter that would hold all the arrows in her arms. 

Chuckling, she set the man’s purchases on the counter before rounding it to stand next to him. “Aren’t you a funny one today? You know I can’t help myself when it comes to archery.”

“I know, I know.” Gavriel turned his attention to the man, quickly ringing him out and getting everything boxed up. “I’d ask if you found everything okay, but I think I know the answer.”

The man laughed, sliding his card through the machine to pay. “For sure. Y’all really know your stuff here. It’s nice to know someone will always have an answer to any questions we have.”

“Thanks, man.” Dipping his head in gratitude, he handed the box over to the man, who disappeared out the door with a cheerful wave. 

Sinking back onto the stool, Gavriel pulled Lin into his lap, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. His arms were tight around her waist, and Lin squealed at the suddenness of the movement coupled with the way he started kissing a trail from her temple down to her lips. “Think the guys at the garage would let me poach you away to come work here?”

“I highly doubt it,” she murmured, turning her head and meeting his lips in a messy kiss that was all teeth and tongues. “But if this is how you thank me every time - and not just when it’s a guy that I help - then maybe I’ll be tempted.”

Gavriel pulled back so she could see his raised eyebrow. “Are you implying that I’m jealous?” He knew the incredulous look on his face was probably ridiculous, but he couldn’t seem to shake it. He’d never been the jealous type - and he thought Lin knew that. 

Clearly Lin was messing with him, because her laughter rang through the store. “Of course I’m not - but that was a great face you just made, so it was totally worth it. I know you’d never be jealous, but I do like to mess with you.”

“You, my love,” he started, nipping her jaw lightly and drawing a gasp from her, “are a menace.”

Nodding, she settled herself against his chest in a more polite way as the front door jingled with the sound of another customer walking through the door. “Yes I am. And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“You got that right.”

ELEVEN DAYS AGO

Lorcan still couldn’t believe that Elide Lochan - well, Salvaterre as of a month ago - was his wife. They’d been together for right around three years, he’d proposed a little over a year and a half ago, and just about a month ago they’d finally gotten married. 

It was better than any dream he’d ever had. 

They were out with all their friends for half-price appetizers and trivia night, and as much as he loved all their friends, he tended to forget - or at least manage to pretend to be blissfully unaware of - how chaotic they could be. They were a noisy bunch, and trivia night tended to ramp them all up. 

Sometimes it got to be a bit much for him - at least before he’d had time to get used to it. 

He could tell Elide was starting to feel the same way. She had burrowed closer against his side in the booth, and she was sliding the charm on her necklace - a silver L pendant - along the chain. 

“Feel like going to get us some drinks?” he whispered, leaning down so she could hear him. “Some of our glasses look pretty empty.”

Smiling up at him gratefully - she knew exactly the break he was offering her with that simple question - she prodded Fenrys until he slid out of the end of the booth with a theatrical groan. Determining who needed a refill and what they wanted, Elide made her way to the bar. 

Lorcan settled back into the booth as he watched his wife cut through the crowd and lean against the bar, getting the bartender’s attention with a wave of her hand. From the way the man smiled at her, he had a feeling that her good looks had something to do with how quickly he’d given her his attention. 

The man was all smiles as he refilled the drinks, and Lorcan realized that, with as many drinks as Elide had ordered, she’d never be able to carry them all on her own. 

Plus he had the urge to make sure the bartender - who had definitely just winked at her - knew she was taken, knew that she was his wife. 

“Move, pup,” he grumbled at Fenrys, poking the blonde in the back of the head so he moved, “gotta go help El with the drinks.”

Shooting him a knowing look, Fenrys just rolled his eyes. “Uh huh, sure you do.”

Deciding to ignore him, Lorcan just strolled to the bar, his long legs eating up the distance in no time. “Need some help, wife?” he asked, sliding his hands around Elide’s waist and pulling her back against his chest. 

“Lor!” she jumped at his touch, clearly not expecting him to walk up behind her. “Actually, yeah - I don’t know why I thought I could carry all of these by myself.”

Chuckling, he squeezed her hips before releasing her, taking half of the drinks from the counter. “Anything for my loving wife.”

“Thank you, husband.” Smiling at him and tossing the money on the bar with a grateful nod to the bartender, Elide grabbed the rest of the drinks and led the way back to the table. 

Once they’d sat back down, she curled up against his side once more. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that little display back there,” she murmured against his neck, her fingers playing with the hem of his tee. “Jealous much?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say jealous. I just want the whole world to know you’re my wife, even if that means little displays like that.” He noticed the way she shivered at his words, and he tugged the flannel he’d worn as a jacket over her shoulders. “That okay with you?”

If he wasn’t, he knew he’d promise then and there never to do it again.

“As long as you don’t make a habit of it.” She gave him a hard look, and he nodded once, knowing that he wouldn’t become one of those territorial assholes. Elide was her own person and he would never do anything to infringe on that. “And as long as you keep promising to call me wife - it’s so hot when you do it.”

“Whatever you say, wife.”

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[the-ethereal-god]

I still not over about The Thirteen's death like WHAT ABOUT MY LITTLE CRUSH ON ASTERIN TOO???!!!

#this might be saddest death I ever read #it was so sudden #throne of glass #kingdom of ash spoilers #kingdom of ash #the thirteen #blackbeak #vesta blackbeak #asterin blackbeak #sorrel blackbeak #sarah j maas

[sydneymack]

Manon Blackbeak - Throne of Glass

Artist: @/listening_stars_

#manon blackbeak #the thirteen #abraxos #asterin blackbeak #sorrel #vesta #faline #fallon #edda #briar #thea #kaya #linnea #ghislaine #imogen #tog #throne of glass #sjmaas

[tragcdysewn]

@lcngliive asked: ' oh, here's an idea: let's make pictures of our internal organs and give them to other people we love on valentine's day. that's not weird at all ' vesta to manon hehe

"planning on ripping out some poor mortal man's heart tonight, vesta?" manon smirked, linking her arm with vesta's as they spoke. "if you are, make sure not to cause too much of a scene."

#( && manon blackbeak interacts ) #( && vesta blackbeak ) #( && valentine's masquerade ) #murder mention tw

[wvsteria]

samara palpatine & vesta blackbeak @lcngliive

samara came up to sit next to the other, sliding the other's drinks towards them. "took much longer than it should've." they said with a bit of annoyance lacing their voice. "but, here are the drinks. and i managed to leave the bartender alone on account that he stilled owed us the drinks."

#hw.samarapalpatine #& vesta blackbeak #lcngliive

[shadowhandss60]

Manon: I do not care for the princeling.

Vesta: Then don’t mind if I do-

Manon:

#throne of glass #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #manorian #sjm universe #manon x dorian #vesta blackbeak #the thirteen #books #throne of glass memes #Manorian meme

[shadowdaddies]

would you write something for vesta blackbeak? she’s always teasing, so it’d be nice to see her being the subject of it for once

some of the thirteen find her holding hands with a crochan witch and vesta doesn’t heard the end of it

take care, enjoy your day! 💌

hi my love! ty for your patience with this one, I'm still working through requests from the holidays. I love writing for the witches so much, this was so fun to write💜💜

New Beginnings

Vesta Blackbeak x Reader

Hopping from your redwood broom, you landed on the grass outside of the warrens with a thud. Heads turned, Ironteeth witches looking on with a combination of admiration and jealousy at your flying abilities. With a flip of your hair, you sent the group a wink as you walked towards the armory where you stored your brooms.

A flash of red hair caught your eye, and you glanced sidelong with a knowing smirk at the witch whose golden eyes were locked on you. Vesta’s usual arrogance was absent, her pale cheeks slightly flushed as she tracked the sway of your hips. 

With a small wave of your fingers in her direction, you released a small laugh as Vesta’s blush deepened, her friends quickly taking note as they snickered at her reaction to you.

Entering the armory, you set your broom alongside the others, turning as you heard a familiar voice call your name. Manon strode through the door, eyes alight with an amusement you rarely saw from her. 

“There is a group of witches going into town for drinks tonight. Several Ironteeth will be going, and I would appreciate your help in convincing Crochan witches - including yourself - to go, as I know the influence you have with them.” You had developed a loose friendship with Manon since she came into her role as Queen, assisting her with the unification of Ironteeth and Crochan clans. She often came to you with requests like these, and you were more than willing to help her in her efforts.

“Of course. I will speak to some of the others, and see who I can convince to go,” you confirmed, nodding respectfully to your Queen.

Manon gave you a grateful smile, nodding her head slightly in thanks. “I am appreciative, as always. As are Asterin, Sorrel, and Vesta...” Manon’s eyes assessed you, lips twitching upward as she tracked the faint blush that dusted your cheeks at Vesta’s name. “They will all be there tonight as well,” the Queen added, golden eyes shimmering with delight as she turned and walked out the door.

Swallowing nervously, you made your way to your quarters to recruit a group to go out this evening. A surprising number of witches agreed, everyone seemingly eager to let loose and enjoy the night. 

The moment you stepped into the tavern that evening, you could feel her eyes on you. Red hair shone like a bright flame as Vesta watched you from where she leaned against the bar, half-interested in her conversation with Sorrel. 

Her keen focus - eyes raking over your figure as you removed the cape from your shoulders - granted you the boldness to approach her. As you reached the spot where she perched, you ordered a drink from the barkeep and turned to face her. This close, it was impossible to ignore her beauty, the disarming smile she gave you.

“Are you listening?” a swat to Vesta’s arm drew both of you from the moment, turning to see Sorrel staring at her before the dark-haired witch noticed you with a smirk. Her eyes flicked back to Vesta, grin deepening to reveal dimples on her cheeks. “Ah, I see you have found a more interesting conversation partner,” Sorrel snickered, grabbing her drink from the counter before spotting a table full of witches and striding towards them.

Vesta peered at you cautiously, that same blush from earlier brightening her alabaster skin somehow making her appear even more beautiful. With a nod of thanks to the bartender, you picked up your drink. “Cheers, to the Ironteeth-Crochan witches,” you murmured, admiring Vesta’s full lips as they spread into a smile.

“Cheers, to new beginnings,” she murmured, taking a sip of her drink before glancing around the room. Her eyes stopped on a side door before flicking to yours, holding out her hand in invitation. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you accepted her hand, fingers interlocking with hers as you let the beautiful witch guide you outside. 

Dim lights twinkled on a chilly side street, the area empty with the exception of a few chairs that were left against the wall. “Here,” you gestured to the chairs, pulling two of them up next to each other as you took a seat. 

Conversation with Vesta came easy, her charming demeanor quelling any reservations you had. You had lost track of how long the conversation went on, time only told by the emptiness of your drink glasses as you set them on the ground. 

A cold wind blew through, sending a chill through you that made you wish you’d left your cloak on earlier. Noticing your discomfort, Vesta opened up her own cloak, scooting her chair until the wooden seat clacked against your own. “Here, I’ll keep you warm,” she whispered, shockingly tender as she awaited your reaction.

With a goofy grin, you saddled up next to her, savoring her warmth and the smell of cinnamon as she wrapped her cloak around the both of you. The vibration from her chest as she spoke comforted you as conversation continued, lulling you into her cozy hold. 

You had somehow ended up in her lap, legs draped over hers as you lay half-asleep in Vesta’s arms. The door swung open, slightly stirring you before Vesta hissed at the intruders, pressing a kiss to your hair as she whispered for you to go back to sleep.

Asterin and Sorrel were bent over in silent laughter at the sight while Vesta glared back. Manon simply smiled on, satisfaction in her eyes as she teased, “Vesta Blackbeak, man-eater and Crochan-cuddler.” Asterin and Sorrel laughed louder at that, rousing you from your sleepy state with a yawn as you looked up to see them all standing around you.

Blushing sheepishly at Manon, you greeted the Witch Queen, who greeted you back before shoving her giggling friends through the door, leaving you alone with Vesta. 

“Your friends are very amused by us,” you noted quietly.

Vesta swallowed nervously. “They’ve... I am not usually this affectionate,” she admitted slowly. 

Sitting up, you moved to straddle her lap as your hands threaded through her fiery hair. Her warm chest brushed yours as you pulled her impossibly close. “Neither am I, but here’s to new beginnings,” you whispered, lips brushing hers as you pulled her in for a kiss.

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[manonslayme]

I have (hopefully) created a masterpiece

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[fictionalmanswhore]

The J in Sarah J Maas stand for "jerk"

-Me, after Kingdom of Ash Chapter 89

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[danikamariewrites]

Can you please do fem reader x injured Manon?

Iron Nails and Pale Skin

Manon x reader

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, angst

Vesta lead you down the hall to the infirmary. You could see the healers rushing in and out, their arms full of supplies to stop Manon’s bleeding. When one of them came out, her apron drenched in blood you picked up your pace passing Vesta.

In your hurry to get into the room you crashed into a healer. You didn’t bother apologizing as you pushed past to get to the giant clump at the far end. Manon was on that bed. You needed to see her with your own eyes.

When Vesta burst into your chamber fifteen minutes ago to tell you Manon was gravely injured you didn’t hear anything else she said. You just blindly ran out the door, your mind going blank and your body moving like you’d been possessed.

You couldn’t lose her. Life wouldn’t be worth living if Manon was gone.

Pushing through the clump of healers your eyes landed on Manon’s injuries. You were almost sick on the spot.

The pale skin of her stomach was shredded. You got flashbacks to when the Blackbeak matron did the same thing, but this time it was worse. There was almost no skin left. You had never seen her writhe in pain like this. Manon had never liked to show weakness.

You knelt next to her cot as the healers rushed around her trying to mend the skin. Grabbing one of her hands you squeezed until Manon squeezed back. There were tears flowing from your eyes quickly. Your face contorted in pain for your girlfriend.

“Manon please,” you whispered frantically, “please I need you.” The Witch Queen slightly turned her face towards you. Those burnt gold eyes full of pain. It broke your heart to see her like this. She was always the strong one.

Manon’s grip began to weaken on your hand and you started screaming. “Manon please!” You heard one of the healers say something behind you but you didn’t register what she said. All you heard was your pleading screams for Manon to stay with you.

Next thing you knew Asterin’s arms were lifting you up, pulling you away from Manon. You thrashed against her screaming for Asterin to let you go. You didn’t stop until she put you down in your chambers using all her strength to keep your arms pinned to your side.

You bared your teeth at Asterin, growling through your tears. “Let me go gods damn it!” “I can’t do that, y/n. We need to let the healers work.” You could see the pain in her face.

Your knees buckled as you let out a sob. Asterin caught you, bringing you to the floor carefully. You gripped her tunic as she let you cry on her. It felt like you were there for hours. You didn’t stop crying until your throat was raw.

You were lifeless in her arms. It was well past sundown when the head healer came to give you an update. Manon was stable. They managed to heal her but the scars were still healing.

You jumped up from the floor, rushing out the door again before Asterin could stop you.

When you entered the infirmary it was much calmer. Only a few healers and Manon cleaned and resting. You put your hand over your mouth holding back another cry.

You sit on the edge of her bed and hold her hand gently. You stay with her all night. When she finally stirs the sun just started rising. You held your breath as she blinked her eyes open. Manon groaned, wincing at her bandaged stomach.

She tried to sit up but you gently placed a hand on her shoulder forcing Manon to stay down. “Absolutely not. Your skin is still healing, it could rip if you move.” She groaned again. “Can you let up on my hand, baby.” “Oh, sorry.” You softly lay her pale, slender hand back down on the cot.

Manon gave you tired smile. “You look tired. Have you slept.” You scowled at her. “Of course I haven’t. I’ve been worried sick about you. Manon I thought,” you choked on your words. You didn’t even want to say it. “I thought you were going to die.” You shook your head as new tears fell.

Manon reached a shaking hand up to wipe your tears away. “But I’m right here baby. And I’m not going anywhere.” “Promise?”

“I promise.” You rest your head on her chest to listen to her slow beating heart. Manon was here. She’s alive. And you were never letting her go.

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