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Anonymous asked:
The feminine urge of wanting to be fucked raw by Dorian Havilliard
the dream honestly
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Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius would be streaming for sure
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Point Dorian Havilliard for breaking the YA stereotype “male claim” and ACTUALLY letting her go LITERALLY this line: “He would move on. Because he would not be like the ancient kings in the song and keep her for himself. She deserved a loyal, brave knight who saw her for what she was and did not fear her. And he deserved someone who would look at him like that, even if the love wouldn't be the same, even if the girl wouldn't be her. So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.”
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'tis the damn season
Manorian modern au
Inspired by 'tis the damn season, by Taylor swift
Nsfw
December 23rd
Manon slammed the trunk harder than she should have. The car shuddered beneath her, as did Elide, but her friend said nothing. She just pulled Manon's second suitcase until she was next to her, and she was grateful for that.
The click of the car being closed was the only sound besides the wheels on the sidewalk to accompany them for a few minutes. Glennis' house was only a few meters away, but it was enough to annoy her. The nearest parking spaces were occupied, and Bronwen was an asshole who insisted on filling the garage when she had her own house to do it in. She could go fuck herself too.
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Dorian as a girl dad
That's it, thank you for your attention
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Sweet Nothings
Manorian one shot
Manon was almost certain that the same song was being played for the third time, but the nobility of Adarlan did not seem bothered, and for each of the almost identical melodies, there were slightly different dance steps. She didn't know exactly what she was doing there, hiding in an alcove where some of the chandeliers were conveniently dimmed. The rest she had unlit on her own, just enough to hide herself without the darkness drawing attention. There was something interesting about the scene.
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are you kidding me???? ead and sabran finally hook up and then she has to flee the country? this is an attack against me personally.
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Dorian would be the best girl dad. I can totally see him having nothing but girls. Change my mind.
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Queen of Peace, chapter 19
A manorian High School AU
Words: 4,7k
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: sexually explicit content
that’s right guys, you’re getting smut;););)
please excuse any mistakes though (and how bad the smut is) because it’s 4am here, i just finished the longest chapter i’ve ever written, and i need to fucking sleep<3
You only get one night upon the shore
So dance like you’ve never danced before
And the dance floor is filling up with blood
But, oh, Lord, you’ve never been so in love
- Florence + The Machine, Mermaids
Dorian glanced at Manon for what was probably the hundredth time in the fifteen minutes they’d been sitting in the library, working on their homework together.
She looked entirely consumed by her math problems, but Dorian knew her well enough by now to notice the tension in her jaw, how high her shoulders were. The whole day, really, she’d seemed…off.
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every woman is an image of The Mother.
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Queen of Peace, chapter 18
A manorian High School AU
Words: 2,9k
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?
TW: mentions of abuse, past death
Hold me down, I’m so tired now
Aim your arrow at the sky
Take me down, I’m too tired now
Leave me where I lie
-Florence + The Machine, Sky Full of Song
Manon’s heart was beating so hard and fast she was sure it would crack open her chest and escape at any moment. Closing the front door as quietly as she could, she prayed to whatever god might listen that her grandmother had gone to bed early.
«And where have you been?»
Fuck.
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Anonymous asked:
can you write a passage where Dorian came to the wastes and Manon is informed that twins were born in one of the families (for the first time since the witch kingdom was reborn)? 💙
Hi anon! This is going to be quick and I hope it’s what you were looking for!
Thanks to @itach-i for talking this through! Please excuse any typos or mistakes 🥰
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Word of the twin’s birth spread like fire through the Witch Kingdom. Manon had insisted the mother-to-be stay in her keep and be attended by the best healers in order to maintain some semblance of privacy. But news could never be held for long. Especially when it was news of this magnitude.
There had been some witchlings born since the war, but to Crochans, the clan unaffected by Queen Rhiannon’s curse. The witch who now held two witchlings in her arms was a Blackbeak, the first Ironteeth witch to give birth on these lands for hundreds of years. That she’d bore twins was a secondary source of awe and celebration.
Manon had visited the witch only briefly, feeling uncomfortable when she’d been asked to bless the witchlings. As if she were the Three-Faced Goddess herself. She was merely the queen.
Merely, because she often caught herself feeling out of her element in ruling. She longed for the simplicity of battle, without the actual carnage that came with it. Day in and day out of city planning, crop reports, settling meaningless disputes between witches… she had no patience for it or for the balancing act of managing so many personalities.
“How do you do it?” she asked Dorian that evening. He was visiting under the pretense of establishing some sort of treaty between their kingdoms. But the treaty had been signed within twenty minutes of his arrival.
He laughed quietly, dipping his spoon into the steaming bowl of stew. “I delegate as much as I can. If I could delegate everything and spend my time lounging and drinking, I would.”
Now Manon laughed. “That sounds exactly like you.” Growing serious, she added, “I do delegate, but everything here is so new that even with Petrah and Bronwen to help, it all ends up back on my desk.”
“How are the witchlings?” he asked, apparently ready to change the subject.
“Fine at the last report. Both healthy. Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Their arrival should help ease some of the tension. With the curse officially broken, witches can feel free to truly settle here. Perhaps, start families.”
Manon eyed him. “I guess so. Why are you so concerned?”
He shrugged. “It just eases the pressure for you.”
He went back to eating but Manon wasn’t convinced. Dorian had reacted strangely to the news of the births. She would have expected some mild happiness at the news of a stranger having twins, even with the curse looming over them. But he’d been truly excited. Almost as excited as he’d been when Yrene had given birth last year.
“What’s going on?” she asked, taking hold of his hand and forcing him to look at her.
Dorian took a breath, trying to calm his nerves.
“When I heard the witchlings survived, I couldn’t help but wonder if…” He trailed off, his face a portrait of hope, his eyes shining brightly.
“You wondered if I might want to try for an heir?” she finished for him.
He smiled, a silly looking grin, and brushed his hand through his hair. “I did.”
She hated when he did that. That grin and ruffled hair and blue eyes. It always made her heart stutter.
“I’m only telling you this because we promised to never hide anything,” he explained. “If you aren’t ready, or, or…” he paused before pushing on, “or would rather choose a different father, I would understand.”
Manon smirked. “You’d understand if I wanted a witchling with some random human male and not you?”
He glared at her as her smile grew wicked with teasing.
“I would not understand but I would step aside for you to make your own choices,” Dorian said through gritted teeth.
Standing and moving around the table to sit in his lap, Manon pushed his curls back down so they were no longer sticking up and distracting her.
“Thank you, princeling,” she said, kissing his cheek. “My choice is you. I made it a long time ago and I’m sticking by it.” He laughed and squeezed her waist. “But I’m not ready for that yet.”
Squeezing her tighter, Dorian tucked his head under her hair and kissed her neck. “I’m not ready either, witchling. But it’s nice to know that when we are, we won’t have to worry about any curses.”
The kiss turned into more and their dinner was forgotten.
When Dorian left for Adarlan the next morning, their goodbye felt different. Weighty in a way she’d never sensed before. They’d made a promise to each other last night, one that hadn’t caused any fear or worry to bloom in her chest. Instead, she felt calm. Part of a team.
She wondered if this was what marriage felt like?
Dorian was already flying away when the thought popped into her head. Maybe when she visited him next month, she’d ask him.
💙💛💙💛💙💛
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Hotd little league AU
Alicent Hightower and her son have arrived at the pitch fifteen minutes early.
Rhaenyra arrives exactly on time with her son.
Kids remain on the bench for the first half of the match, time to have a little snack!
Alicent and Criston Cole do not agree with the referee. Aemond did not deserve a yellow card. Alicent will talk with the referee's wife tomorrow at church about it.
Lucerys swears he did not jank Aemond's hair! Rhaenyra has threatened to call the football federation if further action is pursued.
A scrap has ocurred on the pitch. Time remaining 5 minutes. Score 0-0
Match is over, it's a draw. Both moms are having a little discussion. The referee is unsuccessful in stopping it.
Like every Saturday morning both moms are forced to apologize to each other if they don't want to get banned again from attending matches.
This is the spirit of football!
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Alicent and her sweet girl…
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Alicent Hightower + art
The Green Gown, Thomas Edwin Mostyn The King’s Daughter, Eduard Veith Camille (The Woman in the Green Dress), Claude Monet The Green Dress, William McGregor Paxton
[inspiration]
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ALICENT HIGHTOWER: I want to see my sons again… and Helaena, my sweet girl.
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“alicunt cut rhaenyra! THE PRINCESS, THE KING’S DAUGHTER!! SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!!!”
oh but i literally don’t give a fuck 🥺
aemond literally lost his eye, he was a prince too, the king’s son too. what justice he received from the king? from literally ANYONE in that room?
why should i sympathise with that grown ass woman who gaslighted the entire room since she stepped in & made it look like taking someone’s eye was somehow justified since the victim called her children bastards (which she knew is true) after literally being jumped on by those same kids? aren’t those the same kids who bullied him for not having a dragon?
and when boy finally claimed a dragon, he was mutilated for it.
i don’t give a fuck that the kids got into a fight, i also know that lucerys may not have meant to blind aemond, but i’m just dumbfounded by rhaenyra’s shooters whining about how WRONG alicent was in the entire scenario while it has been literally proved that rhaenyra meant to antagonise alicent in the worst way possible.
“but aemond disrespeced laena in front of her children by claiming her dragon on the very same day of her funeral!” DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT DISRESPECT. YOU WERE CHEERING WHEN DAEMON FUCKED RHAENYRA.
anyways, then, rhaenyra didn’t give a flying fuck about her half-brother’s trauma & further demanded his torture. and they lose their minds when alicent gets PUSHED by everyone in that room including THE KING to ask for luke’s eye? it was UNREASONABLE, but did we even watch the scene properly? exactly when did she ask for luke’s eye? when she saw how fucking disgusting rhaenyra was for demanding torture for an ALREADY MAIMED CHILD. when she truly understood how fucking incompetent viserys’ crusty ass was.
not only anyone proposed a fair trial, but the king himself ordered both parties to hug it out. fucking moron. no accountability from the realm’s delight’s part, just textbook gaslighting at its finest. no wonder alicent went berserk.
you can always argue that girl was insane for demanding luke’s eye, and for even attempting to attack him/rhaenyra, but saying rhaenyra was absolutely right for not even admitting her son did a terrible thing says a fucking lot about her. “protecting children from the evil greens” my ass.