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rebelliousstories · 21 days

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Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff, Happy Ending

Word Count: 1,277

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Summary: Emily’s best friend from the FBI’s translation department has met someone from the BAU before, and with his eidetic memory, Spencer wishes that he could redo that night that everything went wrong.

Author Oscar Wilde once said, “Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is a conversation.”

Emily Prentiss was scrambling to clean up her desk while the rest of her team watched. She seemed to be looking for something, but no one bothered to offer help. Prentiss was muttering to herself as she continued, and only stopped when she felt eyes on her.

“What?” She leveled at her friends and colleagues. JJ simply raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face, and Derek smirked as he chuckled. However, sitting across from them, Spencer was just now disengaging from the book on his desk.

“Oh nothing,” Morgan drawled out, fiddling with a pencil in his grasp. Rolling her eyes, Emily turned back to her desk rummaging until she pulled something out from the mess of files with an ‘aha’ look on her face. It was a book and it looked expense according to Spencer’s keen eye for books.

“What’s that?” JJ asked, dropping her files in favor of snooping through Emily’s hands.

“It’s a custom, leather bound copy of ‘The Portrait of Dorian Grey’ by Oscar Wilde. I’ve been holding onto it for months for a friend’s birthday present. We’re going out for drinks in a bit.” Prentiss explained, examining the book and making sure that it was still in pristine condition. Placing the book into a bag, it was hidden from sight as she prepared it for her celebrator.

“Ooo, someone hoping to get a little lovin?” Morgan teased, to which Emily rolled her eyes.

“Unfortunately for me, she’s straight. And fortunately for her, you’re not her type. Sorry.” But her tone was anything but. Morgan dramatically tapped his cheek in a faux slap, and swiveled in his chair from the ‘recoil.’ The group laughed at his antics, and Prentiss checked her watch once more.

“Looking for someone?” A smooth, feminine voice sounded behind the dark haired agent. Emily turned and joyously hugged her friend that had approached. They exchanged greetings quickly and let go.

“Let me introduce you to my team really quick.” She excitedly proclaimed, and pulled the other woman around to do so.

“This is Jennifer, but we just call her JJ.” The two women shook hands with polite smiles.

“This is Derek Morgan and I’m sorry.” Said agent had grasped the woman’s hand and had pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. They let go with a chuckle.

“And this is-” Emily was cut off.

“Dr. Spencer Reid.” Her friend finished for her. Although her tone was not filled with admiration or starstruck behavior; it was filled with contempt. His eyes widen and he breathlessly said her name in disbelief that she was there in front of him.

“It’s been a while.” He stated, fiddling with his tie and messing with his hair. She no longe held a smile on her face that made her automatically look younger and more beautiful.

“Yeah, not long enough. Can we go now? I’d prefer my birthday not be ruined.” She stated, turning to Emily with a deadpan look. But one of shock coated Prentiss’ face.

“This was the FBI doctor who stood you up?” The agent questioned as the other woman nodded and closed he eyes. The look on her face was not a happy one, while JJ and Morgan turned to Reid who was cringing with a nervous expression.

“The one and only.” Spencer was nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Naughty boy.” Emily scolded.

“Listen, can we just go please?” She drew their attention once more to her as she tried to leave the bullpen.

“Yeah, no doubt. Let’s get going.” Prentiss grabbed her coat, and gift bag before ushering the woman out.

“Wait!” A voice called as the two women approached the glass doors of the BAU. Spencer had caught up to them, and they were not happy about being stopped.

“I’ll meet you at the elevator.” And with that, Emily left the two agents alone. Her friend was less than please, and tried to get her to stay, but it was in vain.

“Listen, I just wanted to say-” Spencer started, but never finished.

“You don’t need to say anything. It’s fine. I get if I’m not your type. Just would have been nice not to have been stood up three days before Christmas.” She stated, shrugging her shoulders and placing her hands in her jeans pockets in order to attempt to look nonchalant.

“No, I- I didn’t mean to um, stand you up.” Reid stumbled through, wringing his hands together.

“Then what would you call it? Because I distinctly remember sitting in that restaurant, in my nicest little black dress. And drinking wine while patrons and staff sent me looks of pity, while I sat there for three hours.” The longer she explained, the more Spencer cringed in on himself. It sounded worse than what he had imagined.

“I got called in on a case, and our phones didn’t get good reception. I meant to text you but when I tried to after we had come back, I couldn’t. I never could reach you to apologize or set up another chance. When that happened, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me so I never looked up your number to find out.” Spencer explained, fiddling with the back of his neck as he did. It looked like she was fighting an internal battle as she stood there, and took it all in.

“Can anyone else confirm this?” She asked, crossing her arms and looking at the doctor with a skeptical glance.

“Emily.” He nodded towards the agent that was trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation near the elevators. Standing there in silence for a minute more, she eventually dropped her head and hard expression.

“You really didn’t mean to stand me up?” Watching the doctor, she almost let out a giggle at how comical he shook his head.

“I swear, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry that I ever gave you that idea.” Spencer reassured.

“Okay, okay. I appreciate you explaining, and accept your apology.” This time, she did giggle at the hopeful look on the young doctor’s face. Turning away, she made to meet up with Emily when he name was called yet again. Spencer came closer to where she had not quite reached her friend again.

“Is there anyway that I could get another chance for that date? Maybe this time with a better turn out?” He sounded so hopeful as he awaited her response. She thought a minute, and smirked as she stepped inside his personal bubble.

“Text me again, and we’ll see.” A kiss was pressed to his cheek, and he was stunned. Spencer felt himself raise a hand to touch the tingly area as the two women laughed as they entered the elevator. She wagged her fingers in a departing gesture, while he waved dumbly with his other hand.

When the women fully disappeared from view, Reid pulled out his phone and retrieved her number. He sent yet another text, and this time, it went through. It was followed with a promise to meet him for dinner tomorrow evening at this charming little diner that was not to far from Quantico. Spencer went back to his desk with a dumb smile on his face and could not even be bothered when people tried to find out what had happened. All that matter was that he had a chance to make things right.

“I learn from my mistakes. It’s a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there’s no gain.” Johnny Cash

#rebelliousstories #writing #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #emily prentiss

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elfyelation · 11 months

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I am on my hands and knees begging for headcanons of Dorian and Astarions (male) a/I being utterly shy and nervous around even the idea of sex, like, they stumble off the WORDING like a new baby fawn

dorian

the very moment he found out about your shyness around the subject he came to realise that he loves nothing more than to tease you and watch you squirm

all he has to do is say one dirty thing or even just mention the word 'sex' and you practically recoil, looking away from him as you stumble on your words with your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red

oh how he adores it

innocent kisses are about as much as he can get off you before you’re coming up with some excuse and running away before things can advance further

although it is reassuring to him to know that sex is not the only thing you want from him, as has been with many of his... tumbles in the past

he was sure you did want him though, even if you were too shy to admit it. how could any man resist him, after all?

you just weren’t ready, still far too shy to the thought, and he was okay with that

he would wait for as long as you needed and he’d certainly be there whenever you were ready to go just a little further

it seemed that baby steps were required with you but he could be patient

the teasing would not stop though, it was far too fun for him to forgo it

and when the time finally came when he was able to work you up to it, he adored you all the more for how you twisted and turned underneath him, trying to hide your flushed and embarrassed face under your arm or by pushing it down into your pillow

"i want to see you, amatus," he'd say as he turned your face towards him with a gentle hand, kissing you softly as if to remind you that you were safe with him and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about

astarion

like dorian, astarion would love to tease you

he’d bring something dirty up in almost every conversation with you just to watch you squirm

he had never seen anyone so shy about sex before

he certainly wasn’t and usually he’d have given up and moved on to someone else by now

but he wanted you

“come on baby boy, i know you want to” his voice would be low, sultry and full of desire

more than just teasing, he’d love to describe all the things he wanted to do to you in great detail

the rest of the party had scolded him time and time again after seeing how uncomfortable it made you

still, he wouldn’t stop

not until he had at least had a taste of you

the camp would be celebrating with a party by the time you would finally begin to buckle under his advances

a little too drunk for your own good

he’d sit beside you, handing you another pitcher of wine, your shoulders bumping together

whispers of sinful things would find their way into your ears as he trailed his fingers up and down your arm

if shadowheart hadn’t been watching with a close eye you were almost sure he would have had his way with you right then and there

instead, he settled for watching you fumble more than usual, face burning red at every foul description that fell from his lips until you finally passed out from the exhaustion of it all, head slumping against his shoulder as he smiled almost too fondly and carefully removed the pitcher from your hand before what was left of the wine could spill over you both

he would never give up though and the next morning when you woke up in his bed he was quick to tease and threaten you with how great of a time the two of you had had the night before

you only blushed and pulled the blankets up to hide your face in panic

oh how he loved this game

“don't worry your pretty little head. nothing happened between us last night, as much as i wish it had.”

your first time together would be a long time coming and he would savour every moment of it, drawing it out for hours until you could do nothing but cry out his name

#—warrenwrites ✦#headcanons #requested #request #dorian pavus #astarion #dorian pavus x male!reader #astarion x m!reader #dorian dragon age #astarion baldurs gate #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dragon age inquisition

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koiimii · 7 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚…

- 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

- 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

- 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙃𝙞𝙢

- 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

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𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐦

- Alex loves reading. Both books and the paper. He carries his reading glasses on the collar of his shirt, or in his coat pocket.

- If he weren’t in a band, he would own a really nice bar and lounge. Live music, a reading area, and he’d be a bartender as well. It would probably have a soft of rustic, modern-baroque style.

- He chews cinnamon gum. He enjoys how it makes his tongue burn a little.

- Alex sometimes prefers for feminine scents when picking perfumes. They mix well with his natural lingering cigarette scent.

- He always keeps a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

- Twisting and tugging his rings has become a coping mechanism for his anxiety.

- Alex has a big sweet tooth for desserts and pastries. Especially homemade ones. Red velvet is a particular favorite.

- Aside from his favorites, a guilty pleasure of his when picking films are period pieces. He adores them. Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, Dead Poet’s Society, Dorian Gray…

- Alex really wants to learn French.

- He loves vintage pieces when choosing fashions. Jewelry, leather, belts… he likes the timeless feel.

- Alex is actually a very good cook. Baking, and bartending too! He loved a homemade margarita or a Moscow Mule

- Usually in an interview where Alex is wearing sunglasses, he’s dozing off.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

- Alex loves when you wear the things he bought. He absolutely adores it. Especially things like dresses or lingerie.

- Alex secretly has a bit of a green thumb and loves to keep plants around the house, all named after his band mates, and you.

- He has a very naturel pout when he’s deep in thought, and likes when you kiss it to snap him out of it.

- Alex secretly enjoys being the little spoon when the two of you cuddle. He’s want you to press your chest to his back, and wrap your arms around him.

- Alex always likes to keep some extra sweaters, hoodies, and dress-shirts out for the finding of you. He loves seeing you roam around his house in his clothes. Drives him crazy.

- Alex loves making you worked up and mad. He likes your little bossy fits and your silent treatments, because then he can go out and fix them with gifts and things.

- Alex stutters quiet a bit when it’s just the two of you. He says it’s because no matter how long the two of you have been together, your still make him so very nervous.

- His favorite thing about you is your legs. He loves when you oil them on date nights, and they shine. He love how soft they are. He loves when your thighs thicken when you sit down. He loves when you wear heels. He likes to kiss your calves and up when you two are in bed together. He just loves your legs.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

- Alex is very hyper-sensitive. The little things turn him on or arouse him.

- if you could photograph Alex after sex, you’d have multiple photo albums. You’ve never seen such a pretty afterglow..

- His hair is disheveled and sweaty, stuck to his forehead.

- His lips are glossy and parted while he tries to catch his breath.

- His eyes are sleepy and low, yet they still get all big and doe eyed when you speak to him…

- Alex gets super lazy after sex. His aftercare is cuddles and kisses. - He just gives soft, dazed praises while you clean the both of you up, patting your thighs and kissing your exposed parts.

- His flush cheeks and nose are heart wrenching. You especially like how flushed he gets while he’s buried between your thighs.

- He loves when you caress or scratch his chest and back. Especially with longer, freshly done nails. If you don’t do it yourself, he’ll take your hand and guide it down his body to where he wants it the most.

- Alex has two very different moans. Usually, they’re very vocal. Long, drawn out groans and strained curses under his breath, or there’s the more breathless, whiny like moans you’ve come to favor. The way he cries out your name and his voice cracks before he hits that pinnacle of pleasure.

- Your neck is his go-to, especially your collarbone. It’s always his first target. Kissing, biting, licking, he just loves your reactions.

- There was no in between when you and Alex made love. In the mornings, soft sex was perfect. Both still very sleepy, his strong arms holding you close, holding your leg in the air as he buried his nose into your neck. Keeping his thrusts slow and lush. His cheeks puffed and rosy, fluffy disheveled hair and doe eyes staring up at you as you ride him lazily, or sometimes he’d hold you close to his chest until you both spilled over. Soft breaths and whimpers exchanged, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear when he got close. It was all amazing.

- Rough sex was another story. When Al was pent up or frustrated, that’s when you knew you were in for it. Your wrists clutched firmly in his hands as he pounded into you. He especially loved it when you started to cry from the overwhelming pleasure. He’d kiss your tears but his rhythm never faltered or softened. He loved taking you from behind too, forcing you down into a cat-like arch and gripping your hips so hard he left imprints.

- You two came to agreement and made your safe word “Rosie.”

- Knee socks. You thought they were childish at first, but when Alex first saw you wear them to one of his concerts, he took you right there in his dressing you. Now you have a thousand pairs.

- On the rare occasion that Al us still energized after sex, he’s the King of Aftercare. Water on a tray, tea, a warm bath, a hot meal on the way, his clothes freshly out of the dryer so they’re warm when you wear them, he wants nothing more than to make you feel completely safe with him, especially after more intense love making.

- On stage, Alex is very immersed in his performance. When on-stage, he transforms. There was something erotic about the way his body moved, usually on its own. Grinding and rolling his hips, caressing his mic stand, getting down on his hands and knees… Alex couldn’t count the amount of times he’s found himself turned on during a performance or concert, having to quickly hide his erections the best he can.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

- When you first made it official, Alex desperately tried to get over it, but there was this mind eating feeling he had that he didn’t deserve you.

- After disagreements that are exceptionally bad, he’ll come find you afterwards like a timid child.

- “Are you still upset with me, love…?”

- He hates waking up alone. He just feels like once he’s off stage, no one cares for the real Alex. He always need you in bed with him.

- He’s a terrible sleeper. He gets no where near enough sleep and so he tries to nap whenever he can.

- He’s tried to stop smoking so many times, but he really struggles with anxiety.

- You had been shouting at him once and quickly stopped when you realized he was having a panic attack.

- “I’m not good at this relationship thing am I?”

- When Alex realizes his accent is “too much”, he tries to correct so it’s easier to comprehend.

- When faced with chances to open up about his own emotions, he automatically brushes it off or gets distant.

- “I don’t know, does anyone really care what I think?”

- “I’ve just gotten used to not having the last word…”

#Alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner headcanons #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys x reader #arctic monkeys #writing #light angst #fluff #love

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fjorests-of-wildemount · 4 months

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The moment his feet touch the ground Dorian races off through the crowd. The Sending Stone was working, Orym said he'd be here. Dorian just had to find him.

Fearne's laugh rings out across the square and Dorian's heart leaps into his throat. Her horns are easy to spot, and wherever Fearne is then the others can't be far--

"Orym!" Dorian shouts, pushing past people in various stages of frivolity and inebriation. There, by Fearne's hooves, is an unmistakable halfling in armor Dorian doesn't recognize.

Suddenly, he's nervous, like palms sweating through silk gloves nervous. He stops short of reaching out and just says, "Orym?"

Orym turns, and Dorian almost gasps. Three long scars run across his right eye, still the bright spring green etched into Dorian's memory. The other eye is grey, sightless, and rimmed in black. He looks exhausted, dark purple bruises under his eyes, but he looks up at Dorian and smiles.

The smile doesn't light up his face like Dorian remembers, but that's okay. They're both different now.

"Dorian!" Orym says, then suddenly he flings his arms around Dorian's hips. Dorian gently peels him back and kneels down for a proper hug.

"I'm glad you got my message," Dorian murmurs into Orym's shoulder. Orym clings even tighter, and Dorian doesn't think he imagines the hum of an unfamiliar power in Orym's hands.

Very different indeed.

"I missed you," Orym says, pushing back just enough to look into Dorian's eyes. Dorian reaches up to hold Orym's face in his hands.

"More than you know," Dorian adds. "I'm so glad you're safe."

A shadow passes over Orym's face, a darkness in his good eye, but Orym just smiles and presses their foreheads together. "Same."

They stand there together for a long time, long enough to gather some looks from their friends, but no one disturbs them. Something is off, deeply and profoundly changed, like the first blast of cold north air. But something is also incredibly right.

He can't wait a minute longer, he won't, not when the man he's loved nearly since they almost came to blows over a crown is finally in his arms. Dorian softly, finally, tilts his head and presses his lips to Orym's for their first kiss.

If he'd been afraid Orym was too different, that he wouldn't want this anymore, he needn't have worried. There on the streets of Jrusar, they kiss, and perhaps things might finally begin to be all right.

#bells hells #critical role #dorym #cr fan fic #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #idk I'm sad and want to see them happy

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charincharge · 1 month

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I Don't Want To Wait, sixy-nine

AN: I’ve been waiting literal years to get to chapter 69, but alas. It didn’t work out the way I wanted it to. In fact, I think this chap is going to be split in two. Hopefully the second half will be up by the end of the weekend. Please enjoy and lmk via comment or reblog if you’re still out there.

Aelin leaned her head back into the seat rest and let the wind whip through her long hair, her stress melting away with each mile they drove away from Orynth. In the aftermath of the Evalin debacle, she was more than ready for a full week of nothing resembling schoolwork or stress whatsoever. Nothing but relaxation, sunshine, and sex. She’d even made a special trip to the mall with Manon and Elide to purchase a few new nightgowns for the occasion. And she could not wait to show them off. And honestly, she couldn’t wait to have sex in a real bed. Her knees were totally bruised and red from the back seat of the Jeep. She sighed happily, imagining the week-full of scantily clad moments and couldn’t help but look over at Rowan, who was hyper focused as he made his way through the winding highways at the base of the Terrasen mountains.

She took a moment to truly ogle him. The flex of his forearm as he made his way meticulously around every curve. His furrowed brow and his recently cropped hair showing off the thick column of his throat. One of his teeth peeked from between his pillowy lips, gnawing on the skin there, completely oblivious to Aelin’s lusting.

“Aelin, look away from your boyfriend before he crashes the car,” Lysandra laughed from the backseat, causing Aedion to snort loudly beside her. “Could you be any hornier? Gods.”

“Yes,” Rowan smirked, still not taking his eyes off the road ahead of him. Okay, so maybe not completely oblivious. “You sure your parents won’t care that we’re spending the week at their beach house?” Rowan asked Lysandra for approximately hundredth time since she’d pitched the idea the week earlier.

“They’re on a luxury cruise on the coast of the Southern continent for the rest of the month,” she replied, giving her same answer no matter how many times he asked for reassurance.

The plan had come together fairly last minute, not that Aelin was complaining. She’d anticipated her spring break being a boring (but still delightful) affair of vegging out in front of the television, but this was going to be a whole lot better. Obviously, spring break was a minefield of substance use (and abuse), and Lysandra had pitched the idea of a sober week at her parents’ completely empty beachside mansion. Aelin could tell that Lysandra was feeling genuinely nervous about the prospect of being alone, and Aelin was happy to gather a group of people, who would enjoy a week of sobriety. Manon and Elide had jumped at the opportunity to be unsupervised for a week, while Dorian had pratically thrown himself across the table asking to join. (Apparently his dad had been more annoying than usual as he waited for college apps to roll in). And though Aelin had anticipated Chaol not wanting to participate, given whatever weirdness was going on with him and Dorian, he also seemed exciting to come.

What Aelin hadn’t anticipated, though, was her cousin’s presence. He was waiting at Lysandra’s, suitcase in hand, as Rowan and Aelin swung by earlier this morning. He’d waved her raised brow off with a loud, “Let’s get this sober party started!” And that was, apparently that.

She looked behind her at the pair, wondering what was actually going on between them. Despite the absence of any kind of drugs or alcohol, Aelin had a distinct feeling this week was going to be a wild one.

. . .

The house was… incredible. She’d seen pictures of it before, but Lysandra’s family used it primarily as an event space, renting it out during the summer months. It was still slightly too chilly to utilize the beach, so it sat, dark and empty. But, just stepping into the brightly lit foyer, Aelin felt lighter than air.

“You and Rowan are in the master on the fourth floor,” Lysandra said, pointing to the staircase.

“Really?”

“Aedion requested that you both be out of earshot from him,” she said with a teasing smile.

“And where is my dear cousin going to be sleeping?” Aelin asked, curiosity peaking.

Lysandra rolled her eyes, and Aelin didn’t fail to notice that wasn’t an answer.

“Manon and Elide are stopping for takeout, so text them with your order ASAP,” she said instead.

Aelin was going to push further, but Rowan came sweeping in beside her, their suitcases in hand, and starting running up the stairs.

“Race ya!”

“That’s cheating!”

Aelin tripped over her own sneakers trying to get ahead of him, but the man was built like a tree trunk, and no matter how many times she tried to snake around him, he blocked her again and again.

Finally, as they rounded the corner to master suite, Aelin was able to pull ahead. And the sight that awaited her was even better than she could have imagined.

Squealing, she took off in a run before falling back, full body flopping and bouncing onto the

king-sized bed, which took up the center of the room. She sighed happily as she stared up at the billowy canopy above her, the smell of beachside breeze surrounding her as Rowan cracked open their giant bay window. Behind a set of gauzy curtains was a private balcony, overlooking the beach and the ocean beyond it, and Aelin felt like royalty with how good everything felt. She could get used to this.

With a wide smile, Rowan came and flopped next to her, both of them bouncing in tandem off the mattress and crashing down into each other in a breathless pile of limbs.

“Hi,” Rowan said, curling his body towards hers, his green eyes dark as his hand ran its way under the hem of her shirt. She inched forward in return, leaning into the pads of his fingers as they circled the skin of her back.

“Hi.”

Her voice sounded breathless to her own ears. Although, that could be due to the fact that they’d just sprinted up four flights of stairs.

“Dinner! Text.” Lys shouted up the stairs, breaking the spell between them momentarily. She jotted off a quick text, then resumed her position staring at Rowan. Gods, he was so beautiful. And she was so lucky to have him. His fingers never ceased their movement, delicately running up and down the curve of her side, as his face relaxed into a contended smile. She briefly had the urge to pull her journal from her backpack and record this moment, this prolonged moment of touching between them, as she had before they’d admitted their feelings for each other. The shadow of a past that she barely knew anymore.

She’d brought the journal in hopes that she’d be able to write out any of her feelings regarding her murky future, but with Rowan’s face merely inches away, it all seemed so clear. She’d only ever need him. Unable to resist the pull between them for a second longer, she tugged the collar of his shirt toward her and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss.

He mumbled something against her mouth, but she was too blissed out to really hear his words.

“Shouldn’t we go downstairs,” he laughed, as she trailed kisses down his throat. “Help Lys unpack the groceries and games and stuff?”

“Mmm, no,” Aelin said, rolling her boyfriend to his back and lifting up his shirt to scatter soft kisses against his abs. She loved the way they clenched beneath her touch. It made her feel so powerful. Rowan snorted loudly, but it morphed quickly into a groan as she fiddled with the waistband of his pants.

“Ace,” he attempted to admonish her. “Friends. Downstairs.”

“Guess we’ll just have to be quiet.”

He flopped back onto the fluffy white comforter with a muffled groan as Aelin tugged on his pants. And as she started to move over him, she errantly thought she should have texted her friends that they would be late to dinner and not to wait for them.

. . .

They were indeed late for dinner. But no one minded. The table was filled with chatter between their friends, who barely spared the freshly showered pair a glance as they walked in. They table was mid-card game already, and Aelin laughed loudly as she figured out they were playing an extremely intense game of Go Fish between bites of their seafood feast.

“Go. Fish,” Aedion said confidently, causing Dorian’s blue eyes to narrow with irritation.

“If you have a three you have to give it to me,” Dorian insisted, causing Aedion to smirk back.

“I know how to play the game, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

A matching smirk appeared on Dorian’s face, and the sudden moment of silence was so charged that Aelin felt herself warm slightly. Looking around the table, she knew she was not the only one who noticed. The tension coming from both Lysandra and Chaol’s tight smiles was palpable.

Well, that was certainly an interesting development.

“Dorian, do you have any fives?” Manon cut in, apparently observing the same situation that Aelin had.

The spark died quickly as the game progressed, but it didn’t escape Aelin’s attention that Chaol’s eyes flicked between Aedion and Dorian a few dozen times. He’d insisted they were fine and that the moment they spent as more than friends was just a blip in the past, but given his furrowed brow and tipped frown, Aelin had a feeling that wasn’t exactly true. Poor Chaol.

The rest of the night followed without incident — they received a full house tour from Lysandra, who showed them how to use the highly complicated smart house settings, which included internet, lights, the thermostat and auto-timed blackout shades. She also led them out to the deck and taught them how to turn on the hot tub, as well as the outdoor lights and music system. After she taught them how to turn on the projector in the theater room, and where everything had been put away in the kitchen, they decided they deserved an evening of rest. They all gathered on the family room the couch to eat copious amounts of candy and popcorn and watch a horror comedy that Aedion had picked. Aelin was glad she and Rowan had gotten in some alone time earlier, because somewhere toward the middle of the movie, she could feel her eyes getting heavy with sleep.

“You okay?” she could hear Rowan ask somewhere just out of reach of the depths of her exhaustion.

She mumbled a soft, “I’m asleep,” as she flopped harder onto his chest, and she could feel the rumble of his laughter beneath her cheek as he stroked her hair, and that was all she remembered.

She didn’t wake until hours later when the first hints of buttery sunlight peaked through the curtains of their master suite. Based on Rowan’s soft and steady breath beside her, she knew it must be really early, and a quick glance at the clock told her it wasn’t even six yet. Despite not being a morning person at all, she felt invigorated and inspired. She crept quietly out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweats and grabbing her journal before heading downstairs.

The delicious aroma of coffee awaited her downstairs, a full pot already brewed from the fancy machine Lysandra had taught them how to use last night in their detailed house tour. She looked around to see who else was awake, but the kitchen was completely empty. Instead of doing further inspection, she poured a hefty amount of hazelnut creamer into her coffee and grabbed a blanket from the stack on the end of the couch to wrap around her shoulders before making her way onto the deck.

The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon when she settled in at the outdoor table with her coffee. Awash in the beauty of the blue waves softly lapping at the shore of the beach, contrasting with the deep purple and pink sky first tinged with the first rays of the firey red-orange sun, Aelin felt like she could finally breathe for the first time in a long time.

Her worn journal was battered and bruised, and she regretted that it had been ignored in the recent months, in favor of her color-coded planner. It was her dad who’d reminded her of its existence, wondering if she wouldn’t feel better if she put pen to paper about how she was feeling. And though she wasn’t exactly sure what was going to come out, she placed her pen against a fresh page and took off. As the words formed in her messy sloping print, she found herself writing about the moment itself. She wanted to remember this sky, the way the sunlight spilled over the darkness like a molten lava, lighting up the horizon like a fire, starting deep glowing red, then turning a burning orange, until it became unmistakably golden.

She didn’t know how long she’d been writing for when the seats next to her started to fill up with her friends, but the sun was firmly fixed in the sky, daylight pouring over the wide expanse of sand and glistening atop the ocean’s placid undulations. She shut her journal and reached for her coffee mug, which had been freshly filled and was steaming again. Her glance drifted next to her where Rowan lifted his own mug, which read “World’s Best Granddad” in a scrawling script, in an air cheers, and they both smiled as they took a sip in unison.

“So, what’s on the agenda today, Miss Lys?” Aedion asked, clapping his hand loudly on her shoulder.

Lys glanced up at him with a beaming smile. “Glad you asked.”

Lysandra had put in more prep than Aelin had even anticipated, making sure that they had multiple activity options for each day they spend there. Aelin had known Lysandra was nervous about this week, but she hadn’t realized exactly how nervous until she saw Lys’s list for potential activities and which weather they’d be best for.

Since the weather was abnormally warm for this time of year, they decided to take advantage of the sunshine and explore the local town. It was a short walk from the house, and though it was pretty much just two streets of “downtown,” it was fun to look into each of the darkened windows, seeing where tourists would line up to indulge in artisan fudge and hand crafted beach bags, decadent scoops of ice cream, and kitschy beachwear as soon as summer came around.

“Sup, buttmunch?” Aedion swung a large arm around Aelin’s shoulders as they ambled down the main street.

Aelin’s instinct was to shrink out of her cousin’s arms and tell him to fuck off, but he had the distinct privilege of catching her in a moment where she was trying to relish the moment. She remembered how hard it sucked when he went away to college, how far away he felt, and couldn’t resist leaning into his grasp. It only caused him confusion.

“You good?”

Aelin nodded. But Aedion knew her too well.

“I heard about your mom.”

Well, that caught Aelin’s attention.

“What? How?”

He nodded toward Lysandra. “Don’t be mad if she wasn’t supposed to tell. She was just… worried. If anyone knows about parental issues…”

Aelin shrugged. “I’m okay.” But Aedion wasn’t satisfied with that answer and proceeded to pinch her side. “OW!”

She must have reacted too exuberantly because before she could say anything, Rowan was there, hovering and worrying and asking Aedion what was going on.

“I’m fine, buzzard,” she laughed, shooing him away.

“Sorry I upset your bodyguard,” Aedion chuckled. And it felt so natural to just be with him that she almost cried. She thought about the way their relationship had ebbed and flowed in the last two years, and she regretted… a lot. She loved Aedion. And cutting him out was one of the worst things she’d done in a long list of mistakes.

“He’s fine. And so am I,” Aelin reassured her cousin, who was still peering at her with the eyes she saw in the mirror every day. Damn, it was so hard to lie to him. “Or, I will be.” She took a deep breath. “I’m just looking forward to a week with no drama.”

At that, Aedion snorted loudly.

“I’m sorry, you gathered a group of stressed out couples and almost couples and former couples and expected them not to bring you drama?” he asked, eyes sparkling.

Aelin’s jaw dropped. “And which one are you?”

“I don’t believe in labels,” he replied, puffing out his chest. But his posturing was short-lived as he lowered his voice. “Dorian is… nice.”

“I KNEW IT!” Aelin hissed.

“Shush,” he chastised her, pulling her closer.

“But what about Lys?” she asked.

And she saw the way Aedion’s eyes glazed over with concern as he sought out the brunette in front of them. “She’s an incredible human, and I like her a lot.” He paused. “Maybe more than I should.” He sighed as he looked down at Aelin again. “She’s strong as hell, and she’d straight up die for anyone she cares about. It reminds me a lot of someone else I know…” He chuckled. “But, she’s not allowed to date for at least another six months, according to her sobriety rules. And she said she’ll probably follow it for longer, given how fucked up her last relationship was. And, she’s straight up told me that. And I have to respect that. So, yeah, I’m looking elsewhere.” He paused, his eyes sliding to Dorian’s swaying hips a few feet in front of them. “And elsewhere is cute.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and elsewhere has a former-almost relationship sleeping next door to him.”

“I know,” Aedion laughed. “Which is why I think you should be prepared for drama,” he said, tickling her side. “I know you can’t possssibly understand because you’re in the most incredible amazing relationship ever, but…”

“You talking about my butt?” Dorian quipped, winking over his shoulder, and Aedion’s cheeks had the audacity to turn pink.

Aelin didn’t think she’d ever seen him blush before, and she couldn’t believe the shade of scarlet he turned at Dorian’s attention. Which… was worrisome, given Chaol and Lysandra’s sudden tension in their posture. Drama. Oh dear. Perhaps Aedion was right. Aelin considered herself warned.

. . .

When they got back to the house, everyone was ordered to leave the kitchen. Manon and Chaol (of all people!) had decided to cook everyone a gourmet dinner. Unbeknownst to anyone, Chaol had pursued an interest in the culinary arts and he was enamored by the technology available to him in Lysandra’s parents’ kitchen. And apparently Manon was an excellent chef, according to Elide, who had enjoyed many meals via her girlfriends’ talents. As they had walked by a local grocery, they’d picked up all the ingredients they needed for the most delicious dinner ever. They spent their time walking through the aisles, deciding what to prepare and landed on a multi-course meal that would knock everyone’s socks off. Apparently last night’s takeout was… fine, but they wanted something more elevated. Just from overhearing their planning, Aelin had deduced dinner would consist of several different salads, seared scallops, a complicated steak dish, and a dessert that Aelin would be dreaming about for hours. She thought perhaps they had watched too much Top Chef, but who was she to complain about receiving the fruits of their labor?

Since the group had hours to kill and the sun was starting to sink into the horizon and leave the house shrouded in dark shadow, Lys suggested that they start up the hot tub while Manon and Chaol manned the kitchen. Elide and Chaol had offered themselves up as sous chefs to help with any prep, but they were rejected, leaving them to join the hot tub crew. Aelin felt absolutely great about that. And as soon as she put on her bikini, so did Rowan. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close and nuzzling his face into her neck. “Mmm, you smell so good,” he moaned, and Aelin couldn’t resist smiling widely as she remembered the multiple nightgowns she’d brought and hadn’t taken out yet. Rowan would be dying. And they’d be putting this master bed with its fluffy mattress and even fluffier comforter to good use. She’d specifically bought a few sexy nightgowns in colors she knew he would love – gold, green, and red. But she was careful to push them to the bottom of the suitcase and out of Rowan’s view. After arranging the clothes just so, so everything was out of sight, she placed her her journal on top to and pulled her bathing suit out.

He was already clad in low-slung shorts, which highlighted his abs in an obscene way, and she contemplated saying fuck it to the hot tub and just pulling him into bed right in that very moment, but she also knew that she should be social and that this was not just a sexcation for her and her boyfriend. When she looked at the wide expanse of his chest and thick roped arms that was hard to remember. So she pulled him out of the room quickly, not wanting to tempt herself more than she needed.

In the hot tub, Lys and Aedion were already stewing in the steamy water, seltzers in hand as they tried to control their temperature. Aelin stepped in and let the lapping bubbles overtake her, sliding onto a seat that was right next to a pulsing jet. She couldn’t help but moan, causing all the eyes in the hot tub to slide to her.

“Sorry,” she apologized, causing a round of laughter to take off.

Dorian and Elide slinked in shortly after, and even though Aelin was leaning hard into Rowan’s side, she kept an eye on Aedion and Dorian and Lys, wondering exactly what was going on between all of them at every moment. Rowan definitely noticed at one point, elbowing her side, but she ignored him.

“Ugh, I’m overheated,” Rowan complained about thirty minutes into their soak.

“Really? I’m perfect,” Aelin replied, causing everyone to laugh.

Rowan shook his head, laughing at his girlfriend. “I’m gonna take a cold shower and then I’ll be back,” he assured her, leaving her with a solid kiss that left Aelin breathless.

“Y’all are as disgusting as ever,” Aedion said, causing Dorian to snort loudly.

“That’s nothing,” he added. “Wait until you see them in the minutes before they head to their not-so-secret parking lot spot to fuck.”

Aelin’s cheek’s filled with blood at his words, but she wasn’t ashamed. “Whatever,” she laughed off.

Even Elide joined in the razzing, making Aelin realize that maybe she and Rowan were more obvious than they let on. She was so busy laughing that she barely realized that Rowan hadn’t rejoined them until everyone was getting out of the tub an hour later.

As she walked through the kitchen, she sniffed in the incredible aromas and told Manon that she was looking forward to dinner, to which her friend simply replied, “You better be.”

Dripping slightly, she skipped up the stairs to the master bedroom. Rowan was laid out on the bed, his eyes closed, and Aelin assumed that he was simply exhausted, and walked herself straight into the shower. She showered the chlorine out of her hair and took extra time to shave her legs all the way up to her hips, making sure that she was feeling good and confident about being alone with Rowan tonight.

But when she made her way out to the bedroom, Rowan was staring at her with such vitriol that she was taken aback.

“Uh, hi?” she asked, and he simply scoffed.

“Hi.” She wrapped the towel tighter around her chest and looked at him for real. He did not look happy. His frown tugged down exaggeratedly and his brow was crinkled with stress lines.

“You okay?” she asked, even though the answer was an obvious no.

“Just wondering why you’re with me if you think I’m inconsiderate and emotionally stunted,” he said super casually, as if he hadn’t said something completely insane.

“What?”

He reached for her journal, which she hadn’t even realized was in his grasp, and held it in front of them.

“Apparently you think I’m selfish and horrible and completely unworthy of your attention, so I guess I’m not so sure of what you’re doing with me.”

Aelin was aghast.

“You read my journal?”

He scoffed, as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “Well, it was out there for anyone to see. I barely had to flip through it to see all the shit you wrote about me,” he said, annoyed as ever. But all it did was spur Aelin’s anger. How…dare he?

She snatched the journal from his hands and clutched it to her still damp chest.

“You’re not even denying it. You read my journal.”

He stuck his nose into the air, not denying a thing, and Aelin’s heart panged with a hurt so large she thought maybe she was having a heart attack.

“That wasn’t okay, Ro.”

“Obviously,” he quipped. “This is where you write how much you fucking hate me.”

She could feel herself vibrating with anger as she opened the journal in front of him. “Oh yeah? I hate you?” she sassed. “Then please tell me why I spent all of the summer between junior and senior year cataloguing every time you touched me? Because I hated you?” she seethed. “This journal is my most private thoughts and feelings,” she admitted. “And most of them are about how in love with you I am.” She took a deep breath, her shoulders shaking with every deep breath. “So you read the one page where I was frustrated that you didn’t love me too? Get over it, Rowan. You put me through hell. HELL!” she shouted. “You didn’t give me any signal that you loved me too, at all. So, sorry if I had one stupid journal entry talking about how frustrated I was with you. If you had turned the fucking page,” she said, turning the page for effect. “You would have seen how stupidly obsessed and in love I was with you, but you don’t deserve to read that either.”

She shook with her anger, unaffected by the change in her boyfriends’ expression.

“Now get out.”

“But—”

“Get out.”

She watched as Rowan gathered himself off the bed and headed out the door, and she chose to ignore the small furrow in Rowan’s brow or the clenching of his jaw, as she slammed the door shut.

How dare he. Like, really. How. Dare. He? He had no right to invade her privacy and then be mad about what he’d discovered. Not to mention, if he’d only skipped ahead a few pages in the journal he would have stumbled on a time stamped record of every time he’d touched her, making her skin light on fire with lust and wanting. I’m fact, nearly 99% of that journal was just wishing and hoping that he’d ever look her way or see her as more than a friend. It was the contents of a lovestruck puppy. But NO. He had to crack open her journal and peer inside the one, single day where she hated the wanting and the pain from wanting so bad that she had to get it out — expel the poison from inside her, knowing that none of it was really how she felt. It wasn’t true then and it certainly wasn’t true now. And he knew that! So, how dare he have the audacity to be upset about her most private painful thoughts when he was the one invading them?

She could feel tears burning the edges of her eyelids but refused to let them through. Instead, she sniffed back loudly and tilted her head to the ceiling. An old fan whirred slowly above her, letting out a soft clinking sound with each rotation. One of the blades was slightly off and kept catching the very top of the chain that dangled below. Her breathing steadied as she watched the fan do its wonky loop again and again, the clinking starting to soothe her and she inhaled and exhaled with each sound.

What a dick.

“UGH!” Aelin pushed herself up and stalked to the door, swinging it back open.

Rowan stood exactly where the door had slammed in his face, and she watched him take a breath, presumably to say he was sorry, but Aelin didn’t care. “Don’t,” she whispered under her breath. “I’m starving, and this dinner sounds so fucking good, and I don’t want to fight.”

“I just want to talk—”

“Well, I don’t,” she snapped.

To his credit, he nodded succinctly, not pushing for more.

“I’m so mad at you,” she continued. “What you did is not okay,” she said, breathing hard and ignoring the way his green eyes pinched at her words. “That journal is my private thoughts and feelings, and you reading it without me… I thought we had boundaries.”

His eyes looked sad as he said, “But I thought we told each other everything.”

And she took a large breath to reply. Because she understood. She really did. “We do. Now. But Ro, that journal is from years and years of our lives. It starts freshman year, and I still use it today. Do you know how many thoughts and feelings I’ve had about you since then?” she asked. She grabbed the journal. “If you turned the page, you would have seen a detailed time stamped spreadsheet of every time you touched me our sophomore year. Literally time stamped. But there were so many times that I wasn’t sure about us. You were with fucking Lyria! For months,” she shouted. “So, how dare you come and be mad at me when you read how I was feeling during that time? I didn’t know if you’d be with me ever.” She took another deep breath, ignoring Rowan’s pained face. “I’m sorry you got your feelings hurt, but I’m not sorry for writing my feelings down in my journal. It was the only way I was able to survive. And youi peaking into that time without acknowledging how hard you hurt me then isn’t just tone deaf, but it's stupid, Ro. Really fucking stupid.”

“I thought you wanted me to read it…” he said, trying to explain himself.

“Well, that was your mistake,” she said, wiping a rogue tear from her cheek.

Rowan apologized, but Aelin barely heard him. She’d wanted to be apart from the drama, but as she and Rowan made her way down to dinner, she realized that they were the drama. And it was about to be everyone else’s problem.

#idwtw #rowaelin #tog fanfiction #rowaelin fanfiction #tog fanfic #rowaelin fanfic #throne of glass

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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Poly!manorian, maybe their lover or mate doesn’t feel good enough for them and distances herself from them. Or maybe one where she works as a spy (or assassin) for Dorian (since he’s the king) and gets injured?💕 this could also work for poly!rowaelin❣️

sleep talking

Manorian x Reader

Summary: Reader doesn’t think she’s good enough for Manon and Dorian.

Warnings: angst & comfort, a bit of suggestiveness, tiny mention of blood, nightmare

A/N: thank youuu! this got my brain whirling

No matter how often they told or showed her, she didn’t feel like enough. A King and Queen. How could she compare to them? Not just royals, but two beautiful, almost other-worldly people. Subconsciously, she found herself drifting away from them. It started slowly - the full on grins become half-smiles, the hugs becoming just a second shorter, time spent at the castle slowly reducing.

In the beginning, he could reason it was her being busy, stressed, or other factors in her life making her a bit distant, but after a few months he noticed the patterns. She wouldn’t spend the night any more, maybe once a week instead of several days. He gave her space, tried to let her figure it out, asked Manon - who’d noticed as well. All she did was acknowledge it, but he could see the worry and slight pain in her eyes. It stung. Worse, he couldn’t figure out why. Nothing changed in the way they treated her, nothing changed in how they felt about her, how they tried to show her their love. And if it came to it, he’d let her go. As much as it pained him, as much as it stuck a sharp needle into his heart, he respected her enough that if that's her choice he’ll let her go.

She was glad in a way, that they didn’t push harder, ask more questions, or try to pull her in further. It made it easier and reinforced her thoughts. The ones that drifted inside her, the nightmares where they’d stand in front of the castle gates,

“Why?” Her eyes slowly filled with tears.

Dorian glanced at Manon, whose eyes were cold. Burnt gold - but might as well have been ice, along with the stony expression. A firm mask that used to soften slightly for her, but now she looked at her like she would anyone else, any stranger - but not an enemy. There’s a bit of comfort in that.

“It’s not that we don’t like you, but you’re not …”

“Not enough.” She finished the sentence for him, and he winced slightly but didn’t agree or disagree.

Manon took a few steps forward, gently pushed her shoulder - and the gates swung shut behind her. The groan and thud echoed in her head, but not loudly enough to drown out the pain.

She didn’t dare look back, another glance would break her - throw her into tears, send her into a spiral. One step at a time, one step forward, she could do that.

She startled forward, forcing deep breaths in and out of her lungs, clutching the sheets, letting the soft silk - silk, not cotton, ground her.

A quick glance to her right showed her Dorian was awake, soft sapphire eyes staring back at her with worry. “You sleep talk.” He murmured, and she felt Manon’s touch, long and nimble fingers brushing at her arm, before tracing down to capture her hand.

“What did you mean ‘not enough’?” She asked in her usual blunt way. Y/n's throat bobbed, she couldn’t get away with lying to Manon, the witch always knew. Always. Even if she left a small portion out, the witch wouldn’t stop until she had the full story.

“It was just a nightmare.” Y/n tried to deflect, leaning back down to return to sleep, or at least pretend, but Dorian’s arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her upright.

“Tell me about it.” A command, not a question.

Her nails dug into her palm, the hand Manon wasn’t holding, leaving crescents behind before she loosened the fist, tapping the tip of her thumb against the rest of her fingers. Anxious, she’s nervous about whatever it is - to tell us.

“You, both of you, implied I wasn’t enough, and pushed me out the castle gates.” He didn’t have a clue what to expect, but that wasn’t it. “It was just a dream.” She said quickly, eyes glancing back and forth between the two of them. When he was thinking earlier, when he ran through all of the reasons she might be distancing herself, that wasn’t one of them.

“You said nightmare before.” Manon corrected. “Nightmares are reactions to fears, aren’t they?” Her stare met his, the question was directed to him, not y/n.

“Is that how you feel?” He asked, careful to keep his voice soft and calm - despite the internal panic he was beginning to feel. Panic to lose her, for that reason.

“Sometimes.” She let out a long breath, but nothing about her calmed, her shoulders were still tight, now starting to shake - those nails digging further into her palm, hard enough to draw blood. On instinct, he gently pried the fingers away, letting a bit of magic drift in to heal the small wounds. “It’s nothing you’ve done,” her bottom lip began to quiver, “just the truth.”

“Stop.” Manon squeezed her hand. “That’s bullshit. If you believe it to be the truth, give me three reasons why.”

She noticed Dorian cut a sharp glance to Manon, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Y/n dug deep into her mind, trying to find ways to put words to her feelings, trying to explain that instinct, the way she feels, “I’m not,” she would’ve waved her hands if they didn’t each have one captive.

“You can’t give us any reasons.” Manon’s other hand tilted her cheek, so she’d meet her gaze directly. Her eyes branded into hers, staring with an intensity that made her want to look away, but the fingers lightly gripping her face kept her from. “There’s your answer.”

“I didn’t ask a question.” She countered. Manon snorted, rolling her eyes. Y/n huffed, nearly rolling her eyes as well.

“What Manon is saying,” Dorian drawled. “Is you’re more than enough, and if I have to tell you that every hour, until you believe it, I will.” She couldn’t stop the full smile filling her face, the slight blush of her cheeks, “and when Manon tells me to shut up, I’ll write it.” His eyes trailed up and down her body, “or show you.”

“I won’t bother with words,” Manon’s hand trailed down her inside of her thigh, following the soft curve of her skin.

#manorian x y/n #manorian x reader #poly!manorian #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fic #manon blackbeak x y/n #manon blackbeak x reader #dorian havilliard x y/n #dorian havilliard x reader #I just realized I haven't actually posted any smut for them #I'll need to fix that #angst

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shadowdaddyazriel · 1 year

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Night Cap (rowaelin x manorian smut)

Warnings: this is just pure filth. foursome m/m/f/f etc etc. lmk what u thinkkkk

Across the bar, a shimmery blonde had been eyeing Manon for some time now. She had intense turquoise and green eyes, and a wicked smile to match. She was mesmerizing, tossing her hair and chatting animatedly with her hands to the bartender when he came over.

Beside her, a huge male leaned his arms on the bar, eyes closely watching the blonde’s every move like he just couldn’t get enough of her. He had silver hair and a swirling black tattoo that started at his temple and disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt. The two kept snagging Manon’s attention, squirming in her seat when they met her glance.

The bartender walked away and the blonde caught Manon’s eyes once more. A slow, sly grin spread across her face as she leaned over to whisper something in the male next to her’s ear. His eyes immediately flicked up to meet Manon’s and she almost went liquid under his intense stare. Her cheeks were on fire. The male nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

The blonde stood up then, walking around him, trailing her fingers lightly across the top of his back as she went. Spinning on his stool, he stood to follow her, his height towering over hers. The two headed for the dance floor, directly in Manon’s eye line. A thrill shot up her spine as the two began to writhe against each other on the dance floor, the blonde grinding her ass against the huge male’s lap. Manon’s jaw loosened at the sight, her eyes utterly fixated on the blonde’s form as she arched back into him, and the possessive way the fae male gripped her hips.

Manon felt Dorian’s minty breath on her ear as his arms wrapped around her. She hummed, leaning back into him. He smelled divine and male and hers. Manon wanted to lose herself in him, to play out every fantasy she’d imagined when looking at the fae couple dance together.

“See something you like, witchling?” Dorian purred into her ears. She let a shiver snake down her spine. Dorian had always been open to exploring Manon’s sexual desires. A small part of Manon wondered if Dorian hadn’t wanted to just as much as she had.

When she looked back at the dance floor, the couple was gone. She fought the urge to let herself sag in disappointment. Her brow furrowed. She’d been sure the couple was propositioning them, but perhaps she’d read it all wrong.

“Is it true?” A high, clear voice called from behind Manon. She turned to find the blonde behind her, the fae warrior wrapped around her and towering over her. Dorian gave them both a wicked grin, looking back and forth between Manon and the blonde like it was solstice morning.

“Is what true?” Manon asked, eyebrow arched. Her voice was deep and sensual.

“That ironteeth pussy is as good as they say?” She said, a sinful glimmer filling those beautiful eyes of hers. Manon’s stomach heated and she felt Dorian’s hand slide across her lower back.

“Better,” Dorian drawled. The blonde and her fae both looked shocked but definitely, definitely intrigued.

“Wanna find out for yourself? Quench that curiosity?” Manon smirked at her. The blonde eyed her, clearly liking her confidence and handle on her sexuality.

“I’m Aelin, this is Rowan,” she said, gesturing to the man behind her.

“Manon.”

“Dorian.”

“Rowan’s flat is two blocks away if you care for a nightcap,” Aelin cooed. Manon looked at Dorian, who shrugged. Taking that as a yes, Aelin slid her hand into Manon’s, lacing their fingers and tugging her towards the door.

Back at Rowan’s flat, Aelin poured them all drinks, passing them out. They all sipped, feeling the warmth resetting in their stomachs. Manon wasn’t nervous, exactly. She’d been a part of group sex a few times in her long life. Something about Aelin and her confidence, though, seemed to call to her.

“And you, pretty boy?” Rowan asked, his voice a deep rumble reverberating in his chest. Dorian’s head shot up to take in the fae warrior. A corner of Dorian’s mouth pulled into a crooked grin.

“What about me?” He asked.

“Do you fuck as good as you look?” Rowan asked. Dorian’s grin was utterly feline. He quirked up an eyebrow at Rowan.

“Wanna find out?” Dorian saw the flash of lust in his green eyes, with no small amount of pride. Dorian aimed to please in the bedroom, and Manon had no doubts he would be utterly performing for them all by the end.

Aelin tipped her head back, draining her cup. She sensually lowered herself to her knees, looking up at Manon from under her lashes with a wolfish smirk. Manon looked down her nose at the queen.

“Crawl to me,” Manon commanded. She saw the shiver run down Dorian’s spine at her words. Aelin looked as though she were about to start purring. She languidly crawled across the floor on her hands and knees to Manon.

She placed her delicate hands on Manon’s knees, gently pushing them apart and baring Manon’s drenched panties to her. She groaned, sliding her hands up Manon’s thighs and under her skirt. On her knees between Manon’s legs, Aelin pressed her mouth gingerly to the witch’s. They moaned breathily into one another’s open mouths. Their wet, warm tongues lapped against one another, discovering and devouring.

Still kissing Manon, Aelin slid her hands higher up Manon’s skirt, wrapping her hands around the sides of Manon’s panties, and sliding them down her legs and off. She turned, slingshotting them into Rowan’s lap, who looked seconds from pouncing on them both but was remaining patient. Dorian just looked like his smug and charming self.

Aelin tugged Manon closer to the edge of the couch, pushing her legs even farther apart, putting her soaking wet pussy on display for them all. Dorian bit his lip and Rowan’s eyes darkened at the wetness between her thighs.

“You smell divine,” Aelin purred, the flat of her tongue dragging up the center of Manon’s pussy with a feral groan. “And taste even better.” Manon panted, lacing her hands at the base of the blonde’s head, pushing her face impatiently back to her core. Aelin chuckled, the vibrations making Manon writhe against her.

Aelin’s tongue dipped inside Manon’s hole, fucking her with her mouth. Manon’s eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. Dorian palmed himself through his pants at the sight, painfully hard already.

“Hey, Buzzard,” Aelin murmured to her mate, “come get a taste of her before I keep her all to myself.” Rowan eagerly obliged, walking over to drop to his knees before the witch. He was so muscular and devastatingly beautiful Manon almost came at the sight of him bowing before her before he roughly gripped her thighs, tossing them over each shoulder. He looked up at her, locking in her stare as he kissed from her knees down to her pussy with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Rowan began fiercely sucking her clit as Aelin situated herself, straddling Dorian’s thighs.

Aelin gasped as she ground down against Dorian’s covered cock. Manon watched the look on his face as his jaw dropped open, parting his perfect pink lips. Aelin licked a stripe up his neck before pressing her mouth to his, placing her tongue in his mouth, still covered with Manon’s wetness. Dorian moaned at the familiar taste, and a shockwave of pleasure filled Manon’s belly.

Manon gasped as Rowan landed a harsh smack to the side of her thighs. She looked down at him wide-eyed. He lifted his head, her wetness coating his chin. Gods, he was like a god among men.

“If I’m going to eat your pussy, you’re going to give all that attention to me,” he snarled. “Look at me. If you look away or close your eyes, I stop and you don’t come.” Manon felt a thrill rip through her at the challenge.

Manon panted in anticipation, Rowan’s warm mouth only inches from her core. The cold air hitting her wetness was driving her mad. She writhed against him, but he didn’t budge.

“I require acknowledgment, little witch,” he growled, turning his head to harshly sink his teeth into her thigh. She gasped at the pressure and light flick of his tongue.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, what?” He barked.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered. She wouldn’t call him anything else. Those other names were only for Dorian. Who was currently whimpering under Aelin’s touch desperately. Manon wanted to look, but she wouldn’t disobey him, needing to come too badly.

He gave her another rough smack to her thigh.

“Good girl,” he snarled, using his thumbs to open her pussy to him, groaning at the sight of her. He licked her like she was a delicacy, her legs still thrown over his broad shoulders. He flicked his tongue against her clit in a way that had her screeching and squeezing her thighs against the sides of his head, which she discovered he liked very much.

“Filthy girl gonna get herself off on my thigh?” Dorian hummed from a few feet away where Aelin’s legs straddled his powerful thigh, relishing the friction of his jeans. “My pussy aches for you,” she whined.

“It’s my thigh or nothing,” Dorian directed. “Rub that pretty pussy against my leg and show me just how bad you want me.” Manon loved when he used that commanding tone with her. Her mouth opened slightly, feeling her orgasm building when Rowan immediately pulled his mouth away from her.

She whimpered, arching and crying out for him. She’d looked away when he told her not to. She couldn’t help it. The sight of Aelin and Dorian was so intoxicating. “If you’re going to act like a little brat, I’m going to treat you like a little brat,” he fussed.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be good I promise, please touch me,” she practically begged. He gave her a hard look before leaning down to lick her.

He held her open for his tongue with one hand and palmed his throbbing cock through his pants with the other. Manon barrelled toward her climax at a blinding speed. She watched Rowan as he palmed himself and worshipped her cunt with his tongue. She screwed her eyes shut with a cry, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as Rowan kept sucking her too-sensitive clit. She tried to push his head away, but he was having none of it.

Manon felt Dorian’s phantom hands wrap around her wrists and pin her hands behind her back, leaving her utterly at Rowan’s mercy, of which he had exactly none. He sucked her clit roughly, sending her into her second climax. Tears streamed down her face and she howled like a banshee at his tongue lapping against her. He didn’t stop until he’d devoured every drop of wetness from her swollen cunt. Then, thank the gods, he allowed her to collapse back into the couch to catch her breath, dropping her legs from his shoulders.

Rowan stood, walking to where Aelin still ground against Dorian’s cock through his jeans, a wet spot smeared across the front of the fabric. Manon wanted to lick it off. She chewed her bottom lip.

Rowan’s hand gripped the hair on the back of Dorian’s head, roughly jerking his head back until his lips parted. Dorian’s throat on display for her, Aelin suckled at it. Rowan spit into Dorian’s mouth, a mixture of his saliva and Manon’s cum dripping from his lips to Dorian’s tongue. Dorian swallowed with a deep growl.

Rowan made to pull back, but Dorian stood, pulling Aelin with him. Aelin wrapped her legs around his middle as he smashed his mouth fiercely against Rowan’s. Rowan kissed him back forcefully. As Dorian licked the roof of Rowan’s mouth, Manon took advantage. She lowered herself to her knees in front of Rowan, pulling at his belt.

Still kissing Dorian, he helped her with his free hand, shoving his pants off and kicking them away. He quickly ripped his shirt over his head. With shared smirks, the rest of them followed suit, abandoning any clothing left on them.

Manon swirled her tongue against the pink head of Rowan’s massive cock, lapping up his pre-cum greedily, eager to taste more of him. He was delicious. His breathy moan was even more delicious. She wanted to hear that sound forever. Licking the underneath of his cock from his balls to his tip, she swallowed him deeply into her throat, relaxing and taking him to the hilt.

His entire body shuddered as he instinctually tried to pull her off, but she swatted his hand away, caressing her tongue against the base of his cock. He bit back a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back.

Having none of that, Dorian reclaimed his mouth. Feeling left out, Aelin forced her way in, the three of their mouths moving together as Manon swallowed Rowan’s cock. He jerked under her touch, panting and a sheen of sweat coating his chiseled chest.

“Fuck,” Rowan snarled, an angry look on his face. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you, little witch.” She hummed in excitement, the sound vibrating the cock still lodged deeply in her throat. Rowan grimaced at the pleasure.

“Tie her hands behind her back,” he commanded Dorian. Manon couldn’t see him, but she already knew Dorian had that goofy grin on his face she loved so much. The face he made when he toyed with her and edged her to the gods.

Manon’s hands snapped behind her back forcefully and she pulled back, allowing Rowan’s cock to exit her mouth. Strings of saliva still connected her to him. Rowan wrapped a massive hand around the base of himself, squeezing hard.

“Both of you on the couch,” Rowan demanded to Dorian and Aelin. “You’re going to touch yourself for me to see while I fuck her pretty little throat like a cocksleeve.” Gods, she loved Rowan’s filthy mouth. It almost rivaled Dorian’s. Dorian stroked his hard cock, grinning like mad at Manon. She loved him so much she felt like she might burst. She knew he would always allow her to do whatever she wanted, just as long as he got to tag along.

Rowan pressed a thumb against her lips, directing her focus back to him. She opened her mouth for him. He pressed a thumb roughly to her tongue, grabbing her jaw to hold her in place. He slid the head of his cock down her throat, not waiting for her to be ready. He released her jaw to grab the sides of her face.

He gave a few tentative thrusts to allow her to find his rhythm, and then he wasn’t gentle with her. Which is exactly what she liked. He impaled her throat over and over. Every time he bottomed out, she swallowed, clenching her throat tightly around him.

With the way she was sucking him, he wasn’t going to last long. She supposed he hadn’t expected her to know how to suck cock the way she did. Many, many years of practice were on her side there. Dorian moaned from the couch. He watched the way drool dripped from Manon’s mouth as Rowan fucked into her.

Rowan jerked her off him roughly, gasping and grabbing the base of his dick tightly, trying to keep himself from coming. He closed his eyes as he panted, trying to recenter. Manon grinned at Dorian, who winked at her. Dorian heavily benefitted from Manon’s bedroom experience.

“Why don’t you come sit that pretty cunt of yours on my face,” Manon said, raising a seductive eyebrow at Aelin. Did she just… blush? Oh, Manon liked that. She’d do whatever it took to see it again.

Manon laid back on the soft carpet, propping her legs to expose her drenched cunt to Dorian where he still sat on the couch, slowly gliding his hand along himself. Aelin chewed her bottom lip, swinging a leg on either side of Manon’s head. But Manon was having none of her sudden shyness. She gripped her soft thighs and pulled her down onto her face. Gods, she was so wet.

“This all for me, princess?” Manon praised. Aelin nodded fiercely, grinding her wet pussy against Manon’s open mouth. Manon offered her tongue and Aelin fucked herself on it, legs already twitching with pleasure.

“Your tongue feels so fucking good,” Aelin panted out.

Manon felt the head of Dorian’s cock notch at her entrance, slowly gliding upwards to spread her wetness to her clit. He teased both of them, rubbing his dick slowly through her folds. When he slowly began to push inside her, she moaned loudly against Aelin, which had her giving a high, feral keen. Manon chuckled as Aelin bucked wildly against her mouth, legs tensing on either side of Manon’s head.

Dorian fucked her slowly, just as distracted by Aelin as she was. Manon could feel Dorian’s cock twitching inside her as he hit her cervix, pushing so deep she could feel him in her stomach. Aelin came with a screech, collapsing off of Manon, who used a finger to wipe Aelin’s wetness from her chin and push her finger into Dorian’s mouth.

Rowan positioned himself behind Dorian, a bottle of lube in his palm. He slathered his cock in the lube. He landed a harsh smack to Dorian’s ass as if announcing his presence. Dorian pushed all the way inside Manon and stilled. Manon chewed her lip as she watched every whimper and moan fall from Dorian’s pouty lips until Rowan was all the way inside of him, just as he was inside of her.

Rowan bucked his hips into Dorian, which pushed Dorian further inside Manon. She cried out, grinding against his cock. Aelin positioned herself on the side between Manon and Dorian. She lowered her mouth to flick her tongue over Manon’s clit lazily. Manon arched off the floor, squeezing around Dorian tightly, which wrought a string of curse words from him.

“Fucking do that again, my god,” Dorian panted. Rowan pulled out to the tip and roughly fucked back into Dorian’s ass. Aelin obliged, sucking Manon’s clit with a fierceness that rivaled her mate’s. Manon writhed and cried, her senses overstimulated with the pleasure.

“P-please, I can’t,” she begged.

“You can and you will,” Dorian growled. “You can take it. My good girl.”

At his words, she came, milking Dorian, who roared with his pleasure.

Rowan gritted his teeth, fucking Dorian harder, smacking his ass again, but harder this time. Hard enough to leave a handprint on his ass. Manon knew Dorian loved that shit. He always loved when she marked him up.

Aelin glided her tongue against the base of Dorian’s cock as Manon slid her fingers between Aelin’s legs. She was so wet that Manon easily slid two fingers inside her, fucking her with her hand. Aelin hummed her approval, bucking against Manon’s hand as she turned her attention back to Manon’s clit.

“F-fuck, I’m not going to last,” Dorian yelped.

Rowan wrapped his hand around the front of Dorian’s neck.

“You come when I fucking say you come,” Rowan snarled. Dorian’s eyes rolled back in his head as Manon twitched uncontrollably underneath him, her climaxes just rolling into each other at this point as she pulsed around Dorian.

Aelin closed her eyes as Manon pressed her thumb to her clit, rubbing while she fucked her cunt with her long, slender fingers. Aelin cried out, gripping Manon’s fingers as she came. Manon kept her movements going until Aelin physically jerked back from overstimulation.

She lay back against the couch, legs spread wide and revealing her abused pussy to them all. Rowan grunted, looking at his wife spread out like a feast. Rowan gripped Dorian’s throat again.

“Fucking come. Now,” Rowan commanded, voice breathy.

Dorian whimpered as his back arched, spilling his cum inside Manon’s tight cunt. Rowan pulled out of Dorian, once again clutching himself to keep from coming. It must have been painful by then.

He pressed his cock into Aelin’s pussy with a hitched gasp. He fucked her gently, bringing himself to the precipice and spilling inside of her, burying his face in her neck. Dorian pulled out of her, watching as his seed dripped out of her.

“So fucking good for me, witchling,” he purred, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip.

They eventually showered and reclothed themselves with shaky legs and tired eyes. Dorian carried Manon the few blocks back to their apartment, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear the whole time, reminding her exactly who he belonged to, no matter who they had fun with. And goddamn, was it fun.

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ghostsghoulsandhatboxes · 9 months

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hattie box head canons go

died at 37 due to decapitation (duh), he looks older than he is due to stress in life and postmortem decomposition

mortal name was horace hatford, but he exclusively goes by hatty/hatbox (or simply h. hatford) now

ezra's younger brother, their parents had a habit of jokingly picking on hatty a lot which did not help his self esteem issues

autism creature. sensitive to loud noises especially

hes just. he has a lot of mental issues. depression and social anxiety king

selectively mute, mostly just laughs. even if youre a good friend of his he doesn't talk very much

real voice isn't as deep as it sounds in the ride, he imitates ghost host's manner of speaking for performances

loves sewing, started out making clothes (worked as a tailor in life) but also does plush toys and embroidery

more under the cut. theres a lot

favorite movie genre is sci-fi horror, but his least favorites are slasher and supernatural horror films; slashers tend to trigger trauma surrounding his and his loved ones' deaths, and supernatural horror hits different when you're a ghost (mainly the annoying amount of misconceptions and inaccuracies)

his least favorite horror movies are hereditary and pet sematary for similar reasons; he can't stand it when kids die in movies (and the decapitation scene in hereditary is especially triggering to him)

bi and demisexual but mostly just calls himself queer. he's happy being with emily so sexuality labels don't really matter to him

genderfluid, doesnt rly care about what pronouns other people use for him but mostly prefers he/him, she/her, or it/its.

has a glowing heart like emily's, which is usually hidden under his clothes

used to be a notorious prankster around the mansion, which is actually part of why he got kicked out; aside from his signature trick not being up to par at first, he liked to mess with cast members who were trying to set things up by spooking them, stealing tools, etc until they got fed up and had him booted

(based on his animatronic's b mode) had some stage fright when he came back to the mansion back in 2015; he panicked and froze up all day and felt really bad afterwards bc he didn’t want to mess up and get booted again. the ghost host was pretty understanding of this but hatty's still nervous that if he screws up badly enough he could get kicked out again

can growl like an animal for some reason. nobody knows how or why he learned to do it but he mainly just uses it to fuck with people (constance, mostly). can also "purr", it's more like a rattling wheeze. a bit unnerving but emily thinks it's cute though

spent his years away from the mansion exploring haunted places all over the world, and knows a lot about the history of said places (special interest)

can teleport his head anywhere within a 5 foot radius of himself; it can be physically carried up to 15 feet away from him, but it's tethered to his body by a sort of invisible "thread" and cannot go further than that

mild telekinesis abilities, learned from leota

has back and wrist issues carried over from when he was alive, hence the cane and shaky hands. floats most of the time bc he can't walk very fast

he gets frequent hand pains, if he does manual work like writing or sewing for long periods of time he has to take a break for a while since his hands will start hurting too badly to do anything

collects every piece of disney merch with him on it

pale asf as a mortal but does have some hispanic/latin ancestry from one of his grandparents

also bonus emily hcs

died at 23 from being stabbed in the heart

was originally engaged to dorian gracey, who was constance's nephew

loves painting, sometimes touches up the haunted portraits in the mansion at their owners' requests

adhd haver, will often fixate on a project to the point where she won't leave the same spot for days

can transform from shadowy to corpse-like to her usual mortal-esque form; her shadowy version is covered in a sort of liquid darkness that can shift in coverage, which is typically concentrated on her face and hands

was kicked out of the mansion's tour route by constance and now just stays behind the scenes. she's pretty bitter about this and regularly argues with connie about nearly anything

her heartbeat increases in volume and speed when excited, scared, or when experiencing other strong emotions

favorite movie genre is psychological horror, is also a fan of found footage horror

bi and demisexual as well

and for both of them :]

hatty likes to rest his head against emily's chest to listen to her heartbeat, they often fall asleep like this

emily is much taller than hatbox, being 6' while hatty is only 5'4"; she can lift him up pretty easily

hatbox sometimes borrows emily's shirts to sleep in

they have movie nights together at least once a week, they mostly watch classic horror and disney animated films. sometimes they get distracted and just start making out and stuff

hatbox doesn't really like being touched by anyone, especially strangers, but is very physically affectionate towards his wife

often each of them think about what their lives would've been like had they lived longer (eg them having a happy ending, getting married and spending the rest of their mortal lives together, maybe starting a family, etc), makes em both really sad though but they're happy being together in death

hatty is always more relaxed around emily, though usually he can seem a bit grouchy and antisocial to most other people

#hatbox ghost #haunted mansion #text post #mod speaks #can you tell he's my favorite character of all time ever #beating heart bride/emily #heartbox

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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can you write something smutty for asterin and reader? them sneaking out to somewhere private, like a closet, and being caught by manon and dorian, who also wanted some privacy?

lol I love this idea 💜 thank you for the request

Get a Room

Asterin x Reader smut

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, minors dni

Sorrel was saying something to you about coven drama, but you couldn’t focus on a word she said. In a daze, you sipped your drink as you watched Asterin walk towards you in a black and gold dress. The ball was a rare occasion that allowed you to see her dressed in something other than her leathers, and you could have fallen to your knees at the sight of her, blonde hair and golden eyes highlighting the accents in her low-cut dress, creating a god-like aura around her.

She gave you a kiss as she stopped to stand by your side, seemingly doing a better job at listening to the conversation than you were. You wrapped an arm around her waist, snuggling into her side as you absentmindedly stroked your hand up and down her waist. You didn’t realize the effect the motion had on her until Sorrel snorted, “ugh, get a room you two.” You looked to see Asterin staring at you, cheeks and chest flushed, pupils blown wide. She didn’t spare Sorrel a glance, keeping her eyes on you as she smirked, “gladly.” She grabbed your hand, taking your drink from the other as she set it on a nearby table, dragging you out of the ballroom.

The two of you were practically flying down the hallway, Asterin trying the handle of every door you passed to see if it would open. Finally, a door opened, you and Asterin peering inside to see a dusty maintenance closet. She muttered, “it’ll do,” as she pushed you inside and closed the door behind you. Asterin wasted no time pushing you up against a supply shelf, fumbling with the skirt of your dress in the dim lighting as she kissed your neck.

You moaned, arching into her touch as she sucked harshly on your pulse point, hands rubbing circles on your hips. You roughly pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts. She hissed at the feeling of the cold air, pulling back from you as she yanked your underwear down your legs. You took the opportunity to bend down, licking and tugging on her nipple with your teeth as you teased the other with light touches of your hand. Asterin brought a hand down to your core, sliding her fingers against your wetness. She moaned at the feel of you, “gods, you’re so wet, angel.” You hummed against her skin, “only for you, Ster.” Spurred on by your words, Asterin knelt down in front of you, lifting one of your legs over her shoulder as you braced yourself against the shelf. She licked one broad stripe up your core before quickly darting her tongue to oscillate against your clit. Your leg gave out at the sensation, Asterin catching your hips as you barely stayed standing.

She brought one finger to your center, entering it to curl against your walls as you let out a loud moan, “fuck, Ster, so good.” She pushed in a second finger, and you writhed against her as she scissored and twisted her fingers inside of you. She sucked on your clit as she curled her fingers against your walls once more, and you felt your climax building. You were about to warn Asterin that you were close when the door flew open, Dorian’s shocked eyes locking with yours in a moment of horror.

Asterin snarled, ready to attack the intruder until she looked up to see Manon standing next to him. Dorian let out a nervous laugh. “We’ll, uh... just find somewhere else,” he mumbled as he hastily dragged Manon away. You looked down at Asterin, the both of you bursting into laughter as she said, “well, Manon isn’t going to let me live that down.” You pulled her up, helping adjust her dress and pressing a kiss to her lips before you whispered, “come on, let’s go finish this in our room.”

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yandere-writer-momo · 11 months

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Katsumi reminds me of the song “The Nurse Who Loved Me” by a Perfect Circle. The man in the song is in some sort of hospital and he’s convinced a nurse is in love with him, hence “I’m takin her home with me” and “She acts just like a nurse/with all the other guys”

Maybe you could do a delusional Katsumi nurse situation hcs?

THERE IT IS. I’ve been looking for this request in the abyss of my box. Thanks for the song recommendation. I like it. I’m guessing you’re also deftones anon.

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Nurse s/o and Katsumi Orochi

Minors Do Not Interact! It’s a little bit spicy. Uncomfortable themes. Yandere behavior. Delusional and obsessive behavior. Kidnapping. Forced Marriage.

Katsumi Orochi

Katsumi was frequently in the hospital but the first time he met you was when he had a run in with Dorian. You were the sweet little nurse who took care of him when he had that wooden plank shoved in his throat

He could never forget how soft your hands were as you gently disinfected his wound and bandaged his wound. You reassured him that he would make a full recovery with a bright smile. He felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest when he saw your smile… you were so beautiful

You compliment his eyebrows and he is love stricken. You like his eyebrows… so you like him? Katsumi likes you too!

The next time he saw you was when he was burned by Doyle, you were the nurse on duty again… it must be fate that you kept running into each other. Destiny. Katsumi shook his head. He was being delusional again (Katsumi doesn’t know the damage yet)

Katsumi shivered when your soft hands disinfected his burns and put ointment all over his body. He leaned into the touch of your gloved hands as you rubbed ointment all over his bare back and chest

When your hands went lower, he could feel a stirring in his groin. Were you going to touch him down there too? He didn’t think you were the type to want to go further so soon… but he didn’t mind

You tell him that you need to put ointment on his lower body. That you’re not trying to make him uncomfortable but you would not proceed if he didn’t want you to

He allowed you to and he was so nervous as he took off the hospital gown that was draped around his waist. He hoped you liked his penis… that it was a nice size for you…

You didn’t even look at his erection. Instead you were rubbing ointment all over his thick thighs and down his legs

Katsumi gasped when you rubbed ointment on his buttcheeks. You apologized but Katsumi reassured you it was okay. He was so shy that you were seeing him in the nude, but he hoped you liked what you saw…

Katsumi is then showed a mirror and he’s so appalled by his current appearance. He can’t believe you had to see him in such a state… he pushed the mirror away and you frowned

Katsumi covers himself back up immediately and you ask him what’s wrong

“I look awful…” Katsumi whispered but you reassured him that he was still very handsome (uh oh)

It boosts his confidence. It reassures him that you still care about him despite his current disfigurement… that you love him

He happily accepts your care over the months (he is in and out of the hospital but he comes back for his nurse). The pain pills, the ointment rubs, and the fresh bandages. Katsumi loves your care

Katsumi loves it when you sit with him and talk with him whenever you have time. He’s so happy his lover takes time out of their busy day to talk to him

Katsumi brings you takeout whenever he stops by for your treatments. He loves watching your happy expression as you sit and his room and eat with him. Sometimes he’s lucky to snap a picture of you… another for the collection!

When he starts getting better, he’s so upset that you’re being pulled to different patients! You’re his little nurse… his lover! Why can’t you keep taking care of him?

And that’s when he asks you out on a date. You smile at him and tell him you can’t date a patient.

“But I’m not your patient anymore, I’m your boyfriend.” Katsumi smiles brightly at you as if he hasn’t just proclaimed himself as your lover…

And that’s when the flowers start. The daily take out. The notes. Katsumi will not accept No as an answer because you two are already together

The police won’t do anything and your coworkers all think it’s ‘cute.’ They’re a bunch of older ladies that think what he feels for you is ‘young love’

You’re eventually guilt tripped (by him and your coworkers) to go out with him. You entertain one date with him and you do genuinely have a good time, if you take away the fact that he was so touchy away

You two get some drinks together. The sake tasting just a bit sweeter than normal, but hey! Free drinks

And that’s when the world starts spinning and Katsumi wraps his arms around you

“It’s time to go home, babe.”

You wake up in an unfamiliar house with a smiling Katsumi laying beside you. Your clothes changed. You were wearing a white wedding dress…. Where did he take you? What happened? What was going on?

“You’re finally home with me! Your husband! We got married!” Katsumi held up a marriage certificate in his hand with a bright smile. “I’m so happy you’re finally my spouse!”

You have no idea how this happened and what was going on. Your mind shutting down as Katsumi pressed soft kisses all over your face and neck

“When do you want to consummate our marriage? We could have a honeymoon if you want… wherever you want, I’ll just let the dojo know so Suedou can be in charge for a bit…”

This man was insane… why did you let your coworkers guilt trip you into going on a date with him… God you should have listened to your gut and just stayed away

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railroad-migraine · 11 months

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So since C2 is only like 4/5 years behind C3, it would make sense in their adventuring, that they might come across one another. Would it be okay to request a Dorian or Ashton xg!n reader, where they brag about their s/o to Beau (if it's Ashton) or jester (if it's Dorian)? I don't know if that's too specific or makes sense I'm sorry!! ~🌷

This is super cute and omg 🌷 anon I took a big break from writing but I hope you (and my other anons) are still around and enjoy this 💜 Back at it with my fave genasis. I don't normally do crossover stuff unless it's canon but y'know what, this is very self indulgent because I'm back and caught up with critical role ;3

~ Poet

Reader Bragging About Their S/O to the Mighty Nein

Ashton 💙

Okay but initially Beau doesn't get why you're so infatuated with Ashton? They're an asshole, and a self aware one too, so that makes him even more annoying to her. They butt heads when they first meet and it rubs her the wrong way.

But you lightly punch her shoulder and suggest she actually tries talking to him instead of speculating from afar, because you find them soft and caring under that tough exterior, supportive and thoughtful even though it doesn't sound in character.

And Beau finally realises: Oh shit

Ashton is a combination of herself and Yasha. A lovable, smartass barbarian with a not-so-hidden sensitive side.

Reluctantly makes an effort to start conversation with him - simply to pass the time - and hates that the similarities are there and hates that the punk rock's dry personality starts growing on her. At least she now has someone else to poke fun at in a mean-sibling-type way (someone who is far more physically resilient than Caleb).

Dorian 💙

Jester immediately started trying to figure out a plan to set you guys up, only shortly after meeting you both. When she pulled you to the side and waggled her eyebrows in the bard's direction, you laughed and revealed that Dorian was already 'courting' you, as he gently put it.

Encouraged by the trickster, you can't help but gush about all the sweet and romantic things he does for you - calling you his muse, treating you like royalty, waxing poetic about your skills and adventures together...

Jester becomes your relationship's biggest fan from then on.

Dorian gets nervous around Jester after that, because whenever he so much as holds your hand around her, she's already sending a smirk his way. It's friendly teasing, but his face heats up and he chuckles, uneased with the focussed attention.

She tries her best to offer relationship advice (none of it her own, all of it from her books or her mom), and it only flusters you and your bard further.

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dawninlatin · 15 days

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Queen of Peace, chapter 20

A manorian High School AU

Words: 2,5k | AO3 Link | Masterlist

Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn’t let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?

Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.

What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?

cw: animal abuse, verbal abuse, violence, panic attack

I feel nervous in a way that can’t be named

I dreamt last night of a sign that read «The End of Love»

-Florence + The Machine, The End of Love

Dorian was normally against the concept of Sundays. Aside from being the most boring day of the week, Sundays always made him feel weirdly sad and anxious. Another weekend was coming to an end, and he hadn’t enjoyed it to the fullest, and then there was Monday, getting nearer and nearer, looming over him with all its responsibilities and assignments.

This Sunday, though, could last forever, and Dorian wouldn’t mind at all.

He was cuddled up in bed, watching some trashy reality show. That in itself wasn’t unusual for him, but what made this Sunday so different was the fact that Manon was cuddled up with him, currently leaning against his chest and laughing from the show she «could watch for his sake but would need to bleach her eyes, ears and brain after being exposed to».

It was well past noon, but neither cared to get up just yet. They’d left the party at Aelin’s at an ungodly hour, after all, making it back to Dorian’s and sneaking in as quietly as possible to avoid waking his mother and brother.

«I wish this weekend could last forever,» Manon sighed after a while, twisting in his arms until they were face to face.

She looked breathtaking in that moment, Dorian thought, with her swollen lips and tousled hair, her golden eyes bright. Images from last night flashed through Dorian’s mind, and he felt himself harden at the memory of how her bare skin had felt against his.

Manon must have felt it too, judging by the way she now smirked and shifted a little, so that she was fully straddling him. Dorian let out a groan at the sudden friction, his cock going from half-hard to ready and aching in a matter of moments, and his hands moved to grip Manon’s hips, guiding her against him in a rhythm that had them both panting.

«We could just never leave my room? School can go fuck itself, for all I care» Dorian suggested with a shrug. Manon’s answering chuckle was quickly interrupted as Dorian brought his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, a gasp escaping her she tasted him.

«Sounds like a great idea,» Manon managed to get out between kisses, still grinding against his hard cock. Dorian let a hand drift under the t-shirt she was wearing, his t-shirt, and moved it upwards, until he found one of her breasts. He brushed a finger against her peaked nipple, and Manon let out a low moan at the sensation.

Manon sat up, hands moving to lift the t-shirt over her head, and gods, the day Dorian died, he wanted this to be the last image he saw; Manon, sitting astride him, arms lifted and glorious tits on display, face flushed and moon-white hair falling down her back.

Sundays might not be so bad after all.

It was already dark outside, by the time Manon left Dorian’s, having spent all day cuddled up in bed, alternating between sleeping, mindlessly watching TV and exploring each other’s bodies.

She’d even met Dorian’s mother, Georgina, which had been a surprisingly pleasant experience. They’d had to venture into the kitchen to get something to eat eventually, and Dorian had been sure they were home alone, from how quiet it was, but the moment they’d stepped out of his room, the front door had opened, his mother and brother back from wherever they’d been.

Dorian had assured her, earlier, that if they ran into his mom, she wouldn’t mind, but Manon still felt mortified as she stood there, hand-in-hand with Dorian, her cheeks bright red. She’d been wearing his shirt, for fuck’s sake! They might as well have had a blinking sign over their heads saying «We’ve spent all night having sex!»

Luckily, Dorian’s mother had been nice enough to not make any teasing comments (at least not while Manon was there, but she’d gotten a text from Dorian exactly one minute after she’d left, begging her to come back and save him).

Instead, she’d pulled a blushing, mortified Manon into a warm hug, telling her how nice it was to finally meet this «friend» Dorian kept talking about.

She’d been even more delighted when Dorian, just as blushing, had stammered out a «she’s my girlfriend, actually». The conversation had ended with Dorian’s mother insisting she come over for dinner some day, and Manon surprising herself by finding she actually wanted to.

All in all, it might have been the most embarrassing experience of her life, but it had also been kinda nice. It helped that Dorian was absolutely adorable when flustered.

As she walked home,Manon tried to think of the last time she’d had this lazy of a Sunday, and quickly found that she couldn’t. It didn’t fill her with panic and restless energy, though, like it normally would have. A weekend like this was exactly what she’d needed, after a long, stressful week. Especially when next week would be just as bad, with her grandmother coming back and all.

Merely thinking about it was enough to ruin Manon’s good mood. She’d be back to constantly walking on eggshells, constantly keeping her mask on, constantly lying to keep her grandmother pleased.

Only a few more months, Manon reminded herself. Then she’d be free.

Gods, if her grandmother had known what she’d been up to for the past day-

Manon smiled to herself as she thought back to last night, already looking forward to the next time she’d be home alone, but then she turned down her own street, her house becoming visible, and the smile quickly disappeared, along with any joy she felt, dread taking it’s place instead.

The lights were on.

Could her grandmother have come home early? Manon’s heart raced at the possibility, especially when she had no idea of knowing how early.

As she got closer and closer, she tried to rationalize, tried to keep the panic at bay.

She could have forgotten to turn the lights off yesterday? But Manon knew that wasn’t the case. She never forgot.

Some small part of her hoped that Asterin had come back, and she pictured walking into the house, her cousin greeting her, asking her what she’d been up to, as if nothing had happened. They would make dinner together, like they’d used to, and when Asterin suggested they watch a movie together, Manon would finally say yes, forgetting her homework for once.

It was that delusional hope that drove her forward, kept the fear from consuming her, even if she deep down knew the truth already.

Because as she entered the house, as she stepped into the living room, it wasn’t Asterin greeting her.

Manon forced herself to look her grandmother in the eye, to seem as unbothered and unafraid as possible, as the elder woman demanded, «Where have you been? It’s late.»

«Just dancing, I forgot the time,» Manon hastily replied, the lie easily slipping off her tongue. It had become so rehearsed lately she didn’t even have to think, and she begged whatever higher power might listen that it would work this time as well.

But Manon realized, before her grandmother had even spoken, that it wouldn’t, from the way her grandmother’s eyes darkened.

«You’ve been dancing since last night?»

Shit.

This was the moment she’d been waiting for. Dreading.

Manon swallowed audibly, trying to come up with a good answer, something to get her out of this mess. «I-»

«Don’t even try lying to me, you ungrateful brat!»

Her heart was racing, and she was sure it would burst out of her chest at any moment, but all she could do was stand there and take the verbal beating that was sure to come. There was no way she could lie her way out of this, no plausible reason for why she’d been away all night.

«The moment I go out of town, you start acting like an irresponsible slut, is that it? You are nothing but a disappointment! I expected you to do better, be better, but then you go and whore yourself just like your mother and that pathetic cousin of yours, throwing away everything I have done for you!»

«I’m sorry,» Manon whispered, eyes locked on her feet as she wished for the ground to open and swallow her whole. The familiar feel of shame and panic filled her, like all the other times she’d stood before her grandmother like this. Frozen. Powerless. And this time, there was no way out of it.

Manon thought of the countless times she’d been in this exact position, apologizing for whatever wrongdoing had aggravated her grandmother this time, of how she time and time again pushed herself beyond her limits to please her, yet it was never enough, and suddenly found herself feeling angry, more than anything.

The anger filled her veins, drowning out the fear and giving her courage. Enough courage for Manon to do something she’d never done before.

Lifting her head and meeting her grandmother’s furious gaze, Manon spoke with a surprisingly calm voice, «If you’ve done such a good job at raising me, you should trust that I know what I’m doing. Having fun and being a teenager for one gods damned night doesn’t mean I’m throwing away my whole future.»

Her grandmother seethed, her expression shifting into something darker, something dangerous, but Manon must have lost her mind already, because she didn’t back down, didn’t cower, even as her grandmother yelled, «How dare you talk back to me?! You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit! I should-»

But before she could continue her furious rant, she was interrupted by a loud yowling, Abraxos marching into the room at the worst possible moment.

And just like that, Manon’s heart stopped, her courage reduced to nothing as her grandmother’s hateful gaze slowly shifted from Manon to the cat. The woman tolerated his presence in the house at best, but for him to interrupt her like this, when she was already so angry…

Before Manon could react, her grandmother harshly grabbed Abraxos by the neck, yanking him up from the floor. The cat hissed and scrambled to get free, but her grandmother’s grip was too tight. Manon couldn’t breathe, this wasn’t happening-

«I never should have allowed this fucking creature into my house!»

«STOP! Please, you’re hurting him!» Manon begged, her vision blurring from the tears gathering, threatening to spill over.

Her grandmother’s eyes focused back on Manon as she screamed, Abraxos still being held in an iron grip, and the panic in his features shattered Manon’s heart into a million little pieces. She would never be able to forgive herself for this.

«Please,» she tried once more, willing her voice to calm. «I’ll do better, I promise. I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again! Please!»

«Fine,» her grandmother spat out, and Manon let out a sigh of relief, hastily brushing away a stray tear that had managed to escape.

Manon had stupidly enough expected her grandmother to then gently put the cat back down, before continuing her rant, but that wasn’t what happened.

Instead Manon’s grandmother gave her a malicious smile, before she flung Abraxos at the nearest wall. Manon let out a cry as the cat hit the wall, then the floor, with a painfully loud thud.

It was only a matter of seconds, but it felt like hours, where Manon’s heart stopped beating, where her lungs stopped breathing, where Abraxos lay on the floor, completely still.

Her mind had never been so quiet before, never been so loud. This wasn’t happening, she couldn’t lose-

Then the cat moved, scrambling out of the room.

Manon trembled, completely paralyzed as she stared at the spot where Abraxos had just been. She registered her grandmother stalking closer, until she was right up in Manon’s face, registered the hissed «If you ever cross me again, I’ll make sure that pest doesn’t make it out alive», registered her grandmother then walking away, but Manon couldn’t bring herself to answer, to move.

All she could do was stare, and stare, and hope she woke up from this nightmare soon.

It wasn’t until she heard the door of her grandmother’s study slam shut that her body started moving, taking her to her room. Manon had no control over her movements, feeling as if she was viewing her body from the outside.

As soon as she’d crossed the threshold, she carefully closed the door behind her, then made her way towards the bed with robotic movements, slowly lying down on her side.

He’s not dead, she repeated to herself, over and over again, as her breaths became more hurried, more shallow. He’s not dead, he’s okay, he’s notdeadhesokayhesokay-

Even in her panic, Manon could feel something warm settle against her, and it was this that finally broke her.

Between quiet sobs, she managed to whisper, «I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you. I didn’t mean to get you hurt. She’ll never hurt you again. I promise. I’m so sorry.»

Tears blurred her vision, and she couldn’t fill her lungs properly, but she kept stroking the soft fur, kept apologizing, hoping he would understand.

This had all been Manon’s fault. Abraxos had been home alone for 24 hours, and Manon had left him plenty of food, but of course he would want attention as soon as he heard someone in the house. She shouldn’t have stayed so long, shouldn’t have been there at all-

She was careless, stupid, worthless-

The tears kept falling and her body kept shaking. She tried to gather her thoughts, tried to come up with a plan, but her mind was utter chaos. Everything had gone so wrong in such little time. The only thing grounding her was the steady rise and fall of Abraxos’ chest, proof he was okay, proof he didn’t hate her for letting her grandmother-

She’d almost lost him today.

And had the rational part of her mind worked in that moment, she might have felt a little pathetic for being this attached to a pet, but Abraxos had been there since she was a child. In periods of her life, he’d been her only companion, her only comfort, while growing up under the roof of this monster.

She’d almost lost him today.

Manon couldn’t let it happen again.

Even if it meant going back to spending every waking hour working to meet her grandmother’s expectations, going back to being careful, never stepping out of line.

She couldn’t risk anyone else getting caught up in this mess, getting hurt because of her.

She only hoped he would understand, if not tomorrow, but some day, that this was for the best. Him hating her, was for the best.

Only for a few more months, she repeated to herself, like a mantra, through the hours of the night, until she finally fell asleep, Abraxos having settled on top of her chest.

A/N:

Where do I even start?

First of all, it feels good to be back with my yearly update of this fic (I wish I was joking, at this pace I'll finish my college degree before I finish this fic...) As usual, the chapter is posted in the middle of the night, no editing, half asleep-

Second, Abraxos, my boi, you'll get revenge, I promise!!! I'm so sorry and I love you<3<3<3 I was in high school when I outlined this fic, and remember thinking "This chapter will hurt to write but you can give your cat lots of cuddles after<3" What 16-year-old me didn't think was that it might take me a while to write (4 years), and that I would be moved out at that point, really far away from my cat *crying*

Anyways- Feel free to leave a comment, either here or on tumblr, even if it's just yelling at me:):):)

See you next year I guess

Taglist: @fireheartfaery @bookishwitchling @celestialend @darklingswhxore @onfma @sayosdreams @rowaelinismyotp @rainbowcheetah512 @wishfulimaginings @dreamlandreader

#manorian #dawninlatin qop #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manon x dorian #throne of glass #sarah j maas #manorian fanfiction

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dareactions · 1 year

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SO SO SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU BACK

Don't you mind writing Dorian/Inquisitor marriage proposal? We were so robbed at the end of the game please.

Okay, so I haven't played Dorians romance in a while, so excuse me if its a bit OOC here. Tried my best to keep his personality in check lmao.

I decided to do the Inquisitor proposing to Dorian rather than the other way around, bcs our man deserves that. (Altho I do have an idea for him proposing as well maybe.)

Dorian can feel that something is off, it's in the air. It's that odd peculiar shift that sometimes passes by unknowingly and gradually but he can pinpoint the exact moment it occurred, it was two weeks ago during dinner. His amatus, the love of his life, the savior of the world- all that very important stuff, looked up at him with the most peculiar look and ever since it's been off.

''You'd tell me, if the world was ending again, wouldn't you?'' He speaks up from his seat near the open fireplace, his love glancing up from the mabari that had kept his focus for most of the night. Dorian didn't actually mind the dog as much as he thought he would. It's kind of cute, in a saliva slobbering kind of way. ''Yes, I'd like to think so. Why? Am I glowing green again?'' The joke falls horribly flat, Dorian does absolutely not smile whatsoever thank you very much.

''No, you're not glowing green. You're just being weird lately. Weirder than usual.'' Dorian can't help but huff, putting his book on the side-table with a lazy arm, it makes an uncomfortably loud 'thud' sound upon hitting the wood and he can't help but frown. ''I'm not being weird, you're being weird.'' Is the lame counter his boyfriend offers, focusing back on the mabari with a laugh.

Except Dorian knows that isn't it, not quite. ''No. Something is off, what is it? You told me after- after everything you'd be more honest.'' After the arm. After the mark almost tore him apart, he'd promised Dorian wholeheartedly to not keep a single thing from him.

His amatus stares for a long moment, long enough for Dorian to fidget in his chair. He pulls at the fabric of his linen shirt, and pushes a hand through his hair in an attempt to look less nervous at bringing up the promise. ''It's not the right moment.'' He finally responds, soft words that are barely heard over the crackling fire. ''I don't care about it being the right moment, if something is wrong I want to know.'' His words have far more bite in them than Dorian intends and he sighs after a while.

''Nothing is wrong, I promise.'' His lover stands up and makes his way across the room, and Dorian tries to not pout as a warm hand makes it to his knee. It's such a gentle motion he probably would've cried had it been done a few years ago.

''Then tell me.'' Dorian pushes and his love dares to smile that stupidly charming smile and make his chest clench in affection. He'd love this man until he died, well and truly. There was no other way around it.

''Very well, but you can't come and complain to me that I didn't do it properly later.'' He sighs and Dorian perks up, sitting up attentively and ignoring the laughter that makes the smallest hint of embarrassment rear its head.

''We've been through a lot, too much probably. And I honestly wasn't sure if I'd survive long enough to ask this. For a while it seemed like I'd be robbed of the chance to do so before it even seemed a possibility.'' Their hands interlink and Dorian for the millionth time notices all the small scars that cover his lovers hand. They speak tales of battles fought before and after they met, struggles nobody could ever dare to try and understand.

''But there was never a doubt in my mind. Because you are the most brilliant man I've ever met, compassionate enough for both us and snarky enough.'' ''Excuse you, I will have you know-'' Dorian interrupts but quickly gets shushed with a grin. ''Shush, I'm being romantic, love.'' His love laughs, pressing a kiss against Dorian's hand and sure enough its enough to shut him up.

''What I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted. Is that you have enough positive qualities that I could write more than a few books about it. You know, normally people have enough time to write speeches down for these things- but you just had to be so perceptive.'' Dorian should probably be annoyed at that, but he just grins- the most proud smug look that he could manage right now when he feels the need to cry sneak up on him.

''You're tearing up, oh, andraste's tits-'' ''Amatus, hurry up and ask so I can say yes.''

''Dorian, will you marry me?'' The question is barely asked before Dorian kisses him, all giggly and warm and far too eager. They stumble to the floor and their laughter bounces off the walls of the study, Dorian's tears an annoying addition he'd lie about later if asked.

''Yes, I'll marry you. I'll marry you a hundred times over, fall in love with you in every life possible- you absolute fool, I followed you to the ends of the world, of course I'll marry you.''

Dorian followed him to the ends of the world and he'd do it again, but this time he'd much prefer if they had matching rings for the occasion.

#dorian pavus #dragon age romances #dragon age reacts #companions reaction

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randoimago · 6 months

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Day 25 - Stuck in the Rain

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Dorian Storm

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): Remember how when Dorian was first introduced there was a lot of people asking, "Oh is he a water genasi cause he's blue?" I had to incorporate that into this for funsies.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Came the whining exclamation from one Dorian Storm as, per his chosen namesake, it started to rain. The Crown Keepers are in between cities, and it's been cloudy for a while. He had hoped you'd all make it to the next place before it did start raining, but of course as soon as he had hope it would be dashed.

"Aren't you a genasi? I thought you liked rain?" Dorian can't help a scoff from Dariax's question. It is an innocent one so he's not mad, but that doesn't mean he wants to hear it.

"I'm an air genasi not water."

"But you're blue?"

"And what color would I be if I was air? Translucent?!"

Before the boys could get into another discussion with jabs at each other, Fy'ra let out a sigh which immediately shut the boys up and caused some giggling among the others. Hearing the sound of your amusement made Dorian feel better about the situation, until he realized that the rain wouldn't let up anytime soon.

"Well, we should probably find somewhere to hide out for the night if it's going to keep raining like this," you say, and the others agree. "I'll go look."

"I'll go too!" Dorian was quick to pipe up, and he ignored the knowing looks he got form Fy'ra and Opal as well as the thumbs up Dariax tried to give him secretly, but you obviously saw. "It'd uh, just be safer with two people," he said as an excuse, but you easily gave him a smile and agreed to let him come.

And now the both of you are walking around, using your cloaks as badly made umbrellas while you attempt to find a place for everyone to stay for the night.

There's some talking between you two, some more of Dorian complaining about his hair or the makeup he had put on. But besides that, it was peaceful. Maybe a bit awkward on Dorian's part because he had a thousand things he wanted to say to you but didn't know what words to use.

"Think the rain will last long?" He asks and makes a bit of a face because is that really the best conversation starter he had? You don't seem to be bothered by his question though as you both keep walking.

"Hopefully not. Too bad none of us have a 'rain rain go away' spell," you comment, giving a bit of a joke to lighten the mood. He did chuckle at your words, appreciating the light commentary.

"I don't know, maybe we can convince Dariax that if he dances then the rain will vanish." You both laughed at that idea, knowing that you might be able to manage that, but also knowing you wouldn't want to deal with the pouting Dariax would give when it doesn't work.

Eventually, you both stumble upon a cave. It's a good place for everyone to lay low and rest until the rain stops. Dorian sends out a quick Sending spell while you do your best to make a fire to dry off. Dorian notices that you seem a bit cold, so he takes a deep breath and shuffles to sit a tad closer to you.

"Cold?" He asks and he knows the answer is obvious, but he's read enough cheesy romance books. He thinks he knows the right moves to do.

"A bit," you respond and give him a small smile. Dorian takes another deep breath. This is his moment to shine.

"We could cuddle? For body warmth," he suggests, and you stare at him a bit, probably processing his suggestion. And the longer you look at him, the more nervous he gets because that was such a stupid pick-up line, why would he say it? But then you shrug and move close enough to have your shoulder next to his and your thighs touching as you sit. And Dorian has no idea what to do next because he didn't think he'd get this far.

"Thanks for coming with me," you tell him, and his brain has to think a bit to realize what you're saying before he remembers how he volunteered to look for shelter with you.

"Well, I couldn't have you go alone. If you're going to split the party, might as well make it even," he says even though it really wasn't an even split up. But math doesn't matter when you have a massive crush on someone.

"I still appreciate it." You lean your head on his shoulder, and he tenses a bit before relaxing and resting his head on yours.

The rain continues to pour outside while the cave is lit by the warm fire that's in front of the two of you. It's a peaceful moment and makes his heart feel light.

#critical role x reader #dorian x reader #dorian storm x reader #randoimago 31 days of october

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booksobsess · 2 years

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Lucky Charm - Part 2

Charles Leclerc x Doctor! Reader Part 1

Synopsis: After the car crash and being in the hospital, things are left out you have a date waiting for.

Warnings: Language, car crash, nearly death, PTSD

Words count: 2'7k

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to write, I had a really busy week at work and I didn't have the energy to write. I know it's shorter, I'm sorry. What I wanted to tell is already here but if you want a 3rd part I can make one, just let me know

"Perfect, It's a date then!" Charles said so confidently and I could see his eyes slowly open up as well as mine when he said that.

Before I could even open my mouth he corrected himself "Wait, not a date, old habits. I know you are engaged, sorry. But we can meet up to catch up and you can bring your fiancé too if that's alright with both of you" God, he is nervous. Is he? I don't think I have ever listened him talk as fast as he did right now "Sorry I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable"

I just stand there with his medical profile in my hands.

"Oh" oh? OH? the only thing I can think to say is oh?

"I would love to come over and talk for a bit" He looked at me and god I missed his green blueish eyes so much. I avoid his gaze and loos at his profile and change the subject.

"I just checked that Dr. Lavigne already did an MRI and It's good. I would like to check it back in two days if that's alright just to make sure everything is alright" I still notice his gaze at me but I keep looking at his medical profile.

"Oh that's alright for me"

"Ok I will call the nurse to give you the appointment right now"

After all the process is done and I tell him he can go home, all his family is there with him to pick him up. Since he will stay with his mother to not be alone for the night. And before I leave the room to go home he asks me one more thing.

"Will you come tomorrow?" Charles is looking with spark in his eyes and also is family.

"I will" With a smile on my face I leave the room and sense a presence on my back that I know too well, Arthur.

"You told him about Dorian?" He looked at me with a questioning face

"Not yet. He still thinks we are engaged" Arthur looks me and I know that look he is asking me if I want him to tell him. But that's something I want to do myself "I will tell him tomorrow, he asked if we could meet up"

"Yea, I noticed back there" He tilts his head to the room, hugs me and when the hug ends he looks at me with hope in his eyes "I'm so ready for you to become my sister-in-law again" and before I can even deny it he is already back into the room.

The next day in the afternoon, it's time to go to Charles house. I stare at his door for 5 minutes trying to compose myself from I don't know what. When I finally get the strength to know at his door.

I can listen to his mother shouting at him about something I can't understand quite well but a second later Ms Leclerc opens the door.

"Y/n dear, he has been waiting for you. I will go to do some errands and I will come back after dinner. He is in good hands with you" she kisses me on both cheeks and leaves with a bag in her hand.

"Thank you, Ms Leclerc, I will take care of him" she turns around to smile at me and continues walking.

I get inside Charles' apartment and It hasn't changed a bit, I still can remember when he bought it. He wanted me to come with him to help him choose. The only difference is that it is more full and more trophies hanging around. When I get to the living room I see him sitting on his couch fixing his hair.

"Hi, how have you been?" He notices me and quickly composes himself

"I've never been better than right now" I sense he is a bit tense looking behind me all the time looking for something or someone.

"Your fiancé couldn't come?" Of course, he was worried about that, he was looking for him.

"Oh yes about that" I drop my gaze and look at my feet "I don't have a fiancé" I'm still standing and I move my eyes to look him in his green eyes. I see a little bit of hope? happiness? I don't know. "Not anymore at least" I notice his eyebrows move together making a questioning look on his face.

"How so? Arthur told me you were engaged" he looks at me with fear in his eyes I believe and notices me standing. "Sit down please, this is also your home"

I sit next to him ready to explain what happened to me after we broke up

"Tell me, how have you been? I hate the fact I only got news from you from my brother. I hate we lost contact" And I started to explain everything since we broke up and he listened quietly taking mental notes of everything.

"After our break up I went to Paris and there was amazing. Those years were the best years of my life as much as I struggled to get the grades I loved it." I make a pause to continue "In my last year I got an internship at Mayo Clinic for my last year and I moved to Rochester"

"Mayo Clinic, I know. My brother told me, we were so proud of you." he looks a bit distant now when he speaks "You know, when you were at Mayo Clinic, there was one time I came, looking for you" That leaves me in shook I've never known this

"Oh I guess you didn't found me, I was probably at a operating room" I start to put some biscuits and dinks that I brought for us to eat on the small table.

"Oh no, I did see you. I waited at the coffee shop in front of the main door looking for you" With that my heart shrinks.

"Why didn't you say anything? I could have shown you everything" This time he avoids my gaze.

"When I saw you leave the door of the clinic I was coming to you. But a group of four was coming behind you and I knew they were your friends. You were happy, it reminded me of how you were with me. I was relieved to see you where you belong and not working for anything. But I still wanted to come and talk to you. But then I was a boy grabbing you from behind and giving you a kiss."

Dorian. I remember that day, we were so happy because a patient with a tumour on his brain was removed and we were euphoric. But right now, knowing Charles saw me with Dorian makes me feel guilty, seeing his sad face right now makes me sick.

"I didn't want to bother you and I walked away. You were happy and that was the most important thing in the world. Even if it was without me" I can sense his sadness in his words "That boy, was he your fiancé?"

"His name was Dorian" Charles tilts his head a little "He died last year in a car crash, I was the driver and a truck lost control of the vehicle and stomped into us, since that I have not driven a car. That's why I came back to Monte Carlo" Immediately he hugs me to comfort me. "When I saw you the other day come to ER I had a mini panic attack"

He wasn't expecting that. Maybe he thought we broke up because he cheated or maybe we had different objectives in life like what happened with him. But Charles wasn't imagining he died.

"Did you love him?" that's the only thing he asks me taking my head into his shoulder

"Yes, I did" I can feel his shoulders tighten but I continue "I have only loved romanticly two people in my life. Dorian and you Charles" His shoulders relax a bit when he hears his name. "You will always be my first love" He grabs my face with his hands and looks me in the eyes

"You are my first and only love" I notice his eyes moving from my eyes to my lips. But before we could close the distance between us I must ask

"I saw you dated a brunette, did she treat you good?" Great, I killed the mood, because he takes his hands off my face.

"She did love me, and for a short time, I wanted to believe myself I love her back. But we finished it off because I was lying to myself and to her. I didn't want to waste her time with me when I knew I could never love anyone like I have always loved you"

He is really close to me and I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him. It makes me realise have never stopped loving him I never will stop loving him.

"You know, like you, I always asked Arthur how you were going. Also every Sunday I watched the Grand Prix, I have never missed a race. Dorian and I watched every time, he knew about you" I smile at him but my smile dissolves as soon as I think of the last Sunday when the crash happened "Well, this Sunday it was the first time I've ever missed a Grand Prix and that happened. Pretty ironic isn't it?"

"You were always watching me, I always wondered if you were. Now I know" He pulls a look of hair behind my ear and cups my face with his hand "You are my lucky charm, you have always been and always will be"

With that, we cannot contain it any longer and he pulls in for a kiss and I let him kiss me. God, I missed him so much, I have always missed him but never thought I desperately needed him. I kiss him back and he pulls me onto the couch, Charles on top of me. I put my arms around his shoulders to deepen the kiss.

Time must have passed so fast because we listen to the would of the front door unlocking and Charles immediately pulls us up and we fix ourselves so his mother doesn't notice.

"Kids I'm home, I bought some chicken and pasta. Y/n are you staying for dinner?" Well, that was awkward especially when Ms Leclerc points with her index finger to the corner of her mouth looking at her son when I see a little of my lipstick run out at the corner of his lips. Charles immediately wipes it out with his hand and I put my hand on my forehead while his mom is laughing. "Don't worry kiddos I will not tell a soul, I'm glad you are back together"

"Ms Leclerc I will get going, there is no need to make dinner for me, thank you for your kindness." Ms Leclerc objects a little trying to persuade me to stay but I will get home, tomorrow I have to work early "Charles, I will see you tomorrow. Remember, you have to go to the Hospital and I have to check if your brain is still everything intact"

"Do you want us to go together?" Charles asks me stretching his arm to grab my hand "I go on foot to the hospital, if its good for you"

The next day I'm walking down the street with Charles and even though we got out early we arrive short on time since we had to stop multiple times for Charles to take pictures with fans.

Now he is in the MRI room and I'm back behind the glass looking at the results when the photo of multiple MRI arrives at the computer I'm completely mesmerized.

"God, it's beautiful"

"I know I'm beautiful but I always love hearing it from you" I now notice I said it with the mic on and he listened to me

"Your brain is beautiful"

"That's the weirdest and the best compliment someone has ever said to me"

"You are also handsome but you already know that"

I can see from the little camera a little blush on his cheeks and I smile like an idiot.

"Good, it's all done" you can go back and put your jewellery back" When he gets out of the room he waits for me to register the results and analysis on the computer. And a little later I get out.

"Everything is in order, your brain seems to function correctly. Now you have no need to come back to the hospital" We are walking out of the hospital, since I have my 15 minutes break we are going to a little coffee shop so no one can bother us.

"I have all the reasons to come back to the hospital" he pauses a little while he takes my hand in his "You are here" He kisses the back of my hand without taking his eyes off me.

"As long as you don't come here with an injury that's fine by me"

Three months have passed since that day and we got back together officially two months ago. Despise that we are not a public couple, only our family and our closest friends know. When one day I receive a call from Arthur.

"Y/n! Y/n! have you seen the article?!"

"What article? What are you talking about?"

"The one I just send you" I hang up on him to check this article Arthur send me.

CHARLES LECLERC IS DATING AGAIN The F1 driver Charles Leclerc is most likely off the table since it's been taken a picture of a young woman leaving his apartment and multiple pictures of evidence seem to indicate he is dating this mystery girl. Before we got to publish this article we decided to reveal who's the mystery girl and from the multiple pictures that have been taken it seems to be that the mystery girl is Dr. Y/n Y/l/n. Who is she you may ask? Well, she is de doctor Leclerc had in ER back in Monaco when his crash happened, you can say she is his hero. But if we go back in time we know they have a history together since Dr. y/l/n was the driver's first ever girlfriend. You can also see she has accompanied him for his last race of the season at the Belgian Grand Prix. What do you think of this shooting news? Could this be the best couple ever?

In the middle of the article, there are some pictures of Charles and me at his doorstep one we are just talking, the other he is kissing me goodbye to go to work and the other is just me walking down the street with one of his Ferrari t-shirts on.

It should bother me that the paparazzi have invaded my privacy but it doesn't a part of me is released by it. I need to speak to Charles. but right now he is doing his practice 1 for the race on Sunday.

When he has ended the first and second practice and it's done by the day and before we walk back to the hotel. I show him the article.

"Well that's nice to know before they attack us with questions and pictures"

"Aren't you nervous?"

"No, why I should be? I love you" He grabs my hand and brings me into a hug. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm not, I don't mind. I love you and we are in this together. What bothers me is that they hadn't given us the chance to say it ourselves"

He puts his arm against my shoulder and we begin to walk to the car

"Would you like me to make a post on social media?"

I nod when I get a heavy weight on my shoulders and see Pierre next to me.

"Hey love birds are you ready to face the world as a couple, again"

"Yes, we are" Charles says while walking off the paddock and kissing me on the lips and I hear the sound of multiple cameras flashing and taking pictures. But I don't care, I'm with Charles and that's what matters the most.

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