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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER IV

a/n;; i hate iskra so much almdofnmdoiajnid

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, soft manon (not even a warning but omg), bl00d, angst to comfort

the day of the selection had finally arrived and manon was eager. titus was hers. she had been talking about it with ayla the night before. she could imagine manon flying with him, but she had a bad feeling, something was going to happen, something was off.

forty three wiches were gathered on the platform waiting for the wyverns.

the three matrons would draw sticks if more than one claim was made on a mount, and ayla knew titus was going to be the most claimed wyvern. standing by her side, manon was getting more anxious as time passed.

she looked at the wyvern who was already chained to the wall, ready for the other wyverns to beat him up, and the wyvern looked up at her. the magic didn’t exist anymore, but she could have sworn she felt something different in him, that this wyvern, half the size of the others, was special.

one after another, the wyverns were brought and claimed, asterin claimed a female. the fiercest one and cunning eyed. it suits her ayla thought. a knowing look between her and manon. she felt petrah blueblood getting closer before the others, thanks to her fae blood. petrah gave ayla a nod and went straight to manon’s side, a soft snarled from asterin was the only warning.

“waiting for titus, aren’t you?”

“and if i am?”

“i’d rather you have him than iskra.”

and then she tensed as she felt iskra closer, right behind them. a little squeeze on her hand was the only reaction from manon as she was still looking at the tunnel.

“plotting already?” iskra teased. ayla was going to answer when the blueblood heir said as she lifted her chin “i think titus would make a good mount for manon”.

titus thundered out, snapping to the men there. he wheeled on the bait beast, striking him with his barbed tail. ayla flinched a little. he was a beast, utterly cruel. and titus struck again. again. again. at that moment manon knew titus knew where to hit, where it would cause the most agony. a whip sounded but he kept pacing in front of the bait beast.

“if you want him so badly,” iskra whispered, “why don’t you go get him?”

and she pushed her.

“MANON!!” ayla shouted followed by asterin and she watched as manon slammed into the ground. she was going to the pit, but a pair of arms stopped her from going, and sorrel dragged her down to the floor. “LEAVE ME DAMN IT” but the matron gave the order that no one was going to the pit, and she could only watch manon and how titus turned toward her. pure fear. that was what she felt. the wyvern was between her and the gate but he had his dark eyes pinned on her. she needed to run, she needed to get out of there. even with wind cleaver she didn’t have any chance. but titus was looking above her, and behind her… the bait beast. the wyvern was looking at manon with hunger, but she knew that the emotion was for titus, not her.

so manon twisted to her feet and ran.

ayla watched as manon ran to the open gate, just as the little wyvern slammed his tail against titu’s head.

and the fight began. tails and claws. but everyone knew titus would win. he was stronger, bigger. the bait beast dodged the tail by slamming its own down atop it, but couldn’t escape the jaws that latched on to its neck. he couldn’t get free. and manon ran for titus and brought wind cleaver down upon his tail.

ayla’s heart was beating so fast she knew everyone could hear it. she watched as the bait snapped titu’s throat. they all watched titu’s dead body.

men were rushing in with spears and swords and whips, and the bait beast growled.

manon held up a hand. and again, the world stopped.

manon, eyes still upon the beast, said, “he’s mine.”

at that, a sob broke through ayla and she felt to the ground.

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abraxos. that was how manon named her wyvern.

when manon came, she was filthy and her ankle was wrenched. ayla ran to manon, crushing her with her arms. “gods manon, i-” she couldn’t talk, and she felt manon’s arm’s on her shoulder’s. she then looked where the yellowlegs heir was being held by asterin. “looks like i lost my footing” she simply said.

that night, in the mess hall, ayla and manon looked as iskra whipped asterin in front of everyone. apparently it was her fault manon fell in the pit. and asterin didn’t scream. and after that, her grandmother called her. she had slapped her in the face and told her she had humiliated her and every blackbeak by choosing abraxos, but ayla knew there was some kind of bond between abraxos and manon. not like the one they had, but she had known the moment he had looked at her that he was different. a warrior indeed.

later that night, ayla was perched on manon’s lap, her face hidden on her neck, while manon comforted her, her hands stroking her back.

“i nearly lost you today, manon. i couldn’t think straight. all i could think was that i needed to go to the pit and… i don’t want to lose you manon.” she moved away from her neck so she could watch her golden eyes. “i can’t lose you manon, do you hear me?? i. can’t. you’re all that i have, you’re the only one i have.” she took her face between her hands “so hear me out manon. don’t you dare lose this game and don’t you dare die during it.”

manon rested her forehead with hers. “i’m going to win and and you're not going to lose me” she kissed her softly. it was rare, so rare that manon was soft. even with her, she was chaos, a storm. she was passionate, her kisses were heated everytime their lips met. but know, manon blackbeak knew she had nearly died, and also knew that her mate wouldn't have gotten over it. so ayla followed the kiss, while manon lay her down on their bed, and made her remember that she was going nowhere.

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“why’s he curled up like that?” manon asked the man.

she looked inside the pen where abraxos was. ayla at her side, and asterin lurked in the shadows, was monitoring everything. she wasn’t going to let manon out of her sight.

“suspect it’s ’cause he’s never had a pen to himself. not this big, anyway.”

“where did they keep him before?” asked ayla. the man looked at her from head to toe. lust reflected in his eyes as he took the sight of her breasts, her waist, her legs… ayla noticed the look and with a movement of her wrist, her iron nails snapped, a wicked smile displayed on her face. and a proud smile appeared on manon’s face. a squeeze to her waist. good job witchling.

the man swallowed three times before answering. “with the other baiters in the sty. he’s the oldest of the baiters, you know. survived the pits and the stys. but that doesn’t mean he’s suitable for you.”

“if i wanted your opinion on his suitability, i’d ask for it,” manon said, eyes still on abraxos as she approached the bars. “how long to get him in the skies?”

“could be days or weeks or months. could be never.”

ayla watched abraxos uncurl a little so he could see between his wings. and again, ayla thought that manon had made the best decision.

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zoyaofthegardvn · 2 years

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General info: No smut will be written for minors, no graphic content such as abuse, SA, bullying/harassment will ever be a theme I explore unless crucial to the canon of the world I'm writing for. I only write sapphic stuff! Also, I only write HEAs on this blog! I love some angst, but there will always be a happy ending, it's what sapphics deserve!

Request status: Currently open, but be aware writing is a bit slow as I am in school right now :) Requests aren't written in the order I receive them. It's all about what I'm feeling inspired to write, please keep that in mind when waiting for one of your requests to be published! Rarely will I not write a request, and if the answer is no, I'll share that asap so you're not waiting for it.

Who do I write for? My main fandoms are the Grishaverse, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Crier's War, and The Last of Us. But, always feel free to ask about a specific book/show! Chances are, if it's sapphic, I've read/seen it ;)

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charming-mage · 4 years

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Alya & Jalil Vs. The Sanderson Sisters

Miraculous Ladybug X Hocus Pocus Crossover Prompt

The events of Hocus Pocus takes place in Paris. The past is generally the same. Sanderson Sisters lure children, kill them, get exposed and executed. You can tweak the details so it can fit in with the French setting better.

Our favorite conspiracy nut, Jalil, looks for a conspiracy theory fit for the Halloween season. He stumbles upon the story of the Sanderson Sisters and the story of their return to the living. He gets really into it and tries it out. He eventually gets it right and the Sanderson Sisters return.

Things go bad fast: children are going missing. It starts small at first. Then it gets more media attention with high profile cases such as Nadja Chamack in tears asking if anyone has seen her daughter Manon. Paris freaks out when Ladybug confirms it’s not the work of a Akuma. Her and Chat Noir recently defeated a Akuma (under 10 minutes, no damage) and their powers were not related to kidnapping anybody. Child trafficking rings gets more attention from the police.

Alya becomes aware of the increase in missing children when the twins are gone. The reporter manages to catch sight of a suspicious light blonde woman around the time her sisters went missing. Later, Ayla bumps into a frantic Jalil. He got kicked out of the police station and firmly told not to waste the police’s time with his conspiracy theories. The man managed to put together the pieces and realized it’s the work of the Sanderson Sisters.

An unexpected team up of Jalil and Alya. No one believes them (except maybe their close friends) because of the man’s reputation and the wild theories Alya posts on the Ladybug. For example, thinking Chloe is Ladybug and the Lila interview. People think Alya is being duped again.

The Sanderson Sisters thought this would be easy. Halloween is giving them a perfect cover to walk around with no one batting an eye at the out of date clothes. LB & CN are not the ones they need to be hiding from. They are not prepared to face the wrath of Alya and Jalil unleashed.

#miraculous ladybug #ml au #prompt #ml prompt #alya cesaire #jalil kubdel #crossover #alyakickingass #halloweenprompt

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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER III

*no author note this time*

WARNING;; spoiler for heir of fire, a little bit of smut, ayla being the bad bitch she is, bl00d (but a little)

due to her fae blood, ayla couldn't eat raw meat like the other witches, but she could drink blood, so the meals prepared at the omega were the only things she could eat. waiting for the meal in the line with her bowl, flanked by manon and asterin, the last one, protecting both. the hall was a mess. every day a fight happened, and there wasn’t a day where manon wasn’t touching her, making clear to the witches gathered there that they would be dead if she was hurt, especially iskra.

the last blueblood finally left and ayla watched as her bowl was filled with soup. she heard a voice to her left and she didn’t need to turn around to know who she was. apparently, iskra loved to make manon angry.

“rules are rules” iskra said. asterin let a warning snarl. “no eating the rabble” she added.

“ah. i was wondering why no one’s bothered to eat you,” manon said.

iskra looked at ayla and manon snarled. “hello ayla.” iskra said. ayla didn’t dare to look at her, she passed iskra and went to manon, as her bowl was also filled.

“i hear your thirteen are taking to the air today”

“what business is it of yours?”

“well, i was wondering where you were going to leave your little witch” at that manon flashed her iron teeth at iskra.

“you know, you would be the last person on this planet i would be with. so go away iskra if you don't want all your teeth gone” ayla warned.

and iskra went on. “there’s talk of skipping our training rotation so we can see the legendary thirteen take to the skies for the first time in a decade.”

manon clicked her tongue in pretend thought. “i also heard there’s talk that the yellowlegs need all the help they can get in the sparring room. but i suppose any army needs its supply drivers.” ayla and asterin let a low laugh that made iskras brown eyes flashed.

they left iskra in the line, her eyes burning with anger. they reached the table where the rest of the thirteen were waiting, and ayla made sure iskra was watching them as her arms hugged manon’s neck, bringing her down to kiss her. her teeth gripped manon’s lip, drawing blood from it and licked it with her tongue. their tongues were dancing a waltz. when they broke up, manon’s lips were straight to her neck, leaving marks wherever she could.

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they didn’t finish the meal. they couldn’t finish it after their kiss session, and they left the thirteen at the hall, a knowing smile on asterin's face. manon didn't look for a room or a closet, as she pushed her to a wall and kissed her again. her hands wandered through her waist, her back, her ass, every part of her, and ayla thought she was going to melt right there. a low moan escaped her lips as manon lifted her skirt, gripping her tights in the process and moving aside her already soaking underwear. she had made her come twice with her hands.

and now she watched as manon was getting ready to fly. ayla noticed how her legs shaked a little bit, her neck had marks everywhere, the same as manon. she was nervous for her but didn’t show it. the matron was beside her viewing, assessing, controlling. iskra’s coven filled either side of the platform.

ayla watched a man give instructions to manon, the thirteen ready behind her. manon studied the open gap, the six faces on either side and finally she looked at ayla, holding longer on her and she pulled down the bond, sending her strength and love. manon turned ahead. “we are the thirteen, from now until the darkness cailms us” she said quietly, “let’s remind them why”.

a moment later manon and the thirteen were flying, and ayla kept that image in the back of her mind.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER VI

WARNINGS;; long chapter, violence, spoilers for heir of fire, blood, whip

“eat it”

“come on abraxos, eat it. it’s your reward” manon said through her teeth “you earned it” but abraxos was still sniffing the flowers. ayla tried to suppress a smile… but failed.

“it’s good for you” manon said, but he went right back to sniffing the violets. a laugh escaped ayla’s mouth.

“stop that” manon said through her teeth, but ayla only laughed harder until she was lying on the floor.

manon tossed the leg right in front of his massive mouth and tucked her hands into the folds of her red cloak. he snuffed at it, his new iron teeth glinting in the radiant light, then stretched out one massive, claw-tipped wing and—

shoved it aside.

“is it not fresh enough?” and abraxos moved to sniff some white and yellow flowers.

“you can’t really like flowers.”

“you know? they really smell good, maybe i should visit this place more” ayla shifted her eyes from manon to abraxos. bring me with you. he seemed to say.

manon rolled her eyes “you too are going to be the death to me” she picked the leg “if you won’t eat it, then i will.”

she bit into the raw meal… and spat it everywhere.

“what in the mother’s dark shadow-”

“now i’m thankful i can’t eat meat raw.” she looked as manon tossed the leg away.

“fine. you want fresh meat… then we’re going to have to hunt”

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“i hate you” ayla looked at manon, panting through her teeth at abraxos.

“did the meeting with your grandmother go so badly?”

“yes. and all because he is a willful, lazy worm”

“manon-” but she wasn’t listening. manon checked her tight braid and flicked her clear inner lid into place. “let’s go” she said.

“manon, i don’t think this is a good idea.”

“yes it is. the humans had said that her wings are functional, so he can fly, and he is going to fly because i say so.” she hissed to herself, eyeing the saddle on his back. abraxos continued to lie in the sun. “warrior heart indeed.”

ayla bit her lip. she didn’t like this. she watched as manon landed on his haunch and she was into the saddle. she shoved her booted feet into the stirrups and gripped the reins. “we’re flying now.” she dug her heels into his sides.

“manon-”

“enough” she barked, hauling with one arm to guide him over the eastern edge. ayla was getting nervous. abraxos was panicked, and her voice was no more than a crackling leaf on the wind. “abraxos…” she whispered. “ABRAXOS NO!”

his leg slid off the cliff and they plummeted into open air.

not again. not again. not again. not again. she was all she could think. she hated her fae form. she hated not having her powers, because all she couldn’t do anything to help. she was feeling useless.

she heard manon shout. “open your wings”

open your wings abraxos.

manon could see the pine cones on the trees. “open them!” a war cry that was answered with a piercing shriek as abraxos flung open his wings, caught the updraft, and sent them soaring away from the ground.

and manon was flying. ayla watched them fly and wish she could be flying with them. she heard abraxos unleashed a roar of joy and manon echoed it.

ayla felt her the tears ran down her cheeks.

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two weeks passed until manon and her thirteen mastered her training as a unit. they woke up before the sun was up, and every night ayla healed manon’s scratches and helped her relax. slowly, each one of them developed her own fighting instincts individually and as a group, and then they were outpacing every coven.

i’m not surprised, your coven is the best there has been in centuries. ayla had said one night.

but… abraxos couldn’t take the crossing. his wings weren’t strong enough. manon had used her downtime to see abraxos, to train with him. ayla didn’t care manon didn’t have time with her. she knew manon needed as much time with abraxos as possible.

ayla watched as the overseer grafted the spidersilk manon had got from the spiders. “you’re crazy.” manon gave her a grin. “isn’t that why you love me?” she giggled and kissed her cheek. once abraxos was healed, manon brought her to the northern fang where they would try the crossing.

asterin, sorrel and ayla waited behind them. and unfortunately for them, iskra was also there. the first two ones on their mounts and ayla was seated in front of sorrel. manon had promised them to jump away from him if things went wrong, but she knew manon wasn’t keen on the plan.

manon nodded to her second and third, and ayla gave her a reassuring smile.

she checked the stirrups, the saddle and the reins one more time, abraxos tense and snarling. “let’s go” she said to him, pulling the reins to lead him further “now” she napped. she tried and tried and tried, but abraxos didn’t move. she finally snapped. “fine. have him locked up wherever he’ll be the most miserable, he’s not coming out until he’s willing to make the crossing”

manon snapped her fingers at them, and sorrel helped ayla dismount from her wyvern. once she was on the floor, she rushed to manon and took her hand. “let’s go manon.” she dragged her to the entrance as iskra make her way to them.

“why don’t you stay, manon?” iskra called. “i could show your wyvern how it’s done”

“keep walking,” sorrel murmured to manon and ayla squeezed her hand. forget about her. she tried to say and manon squeeze back.

“they say it’s not the beast who are the problem, but the riders,” iskra went on. they kept walking.

“though, perhaps your mount needs a bit of discipline”

“let’s go” sorrel coaxed as she pressed to manon’s side, ayla on the other and asterin walking behind, guarding manon’s and ayla’s back.

iskra shouted something to someone. a whip snapped and a roar of pain and fear filled the place. manon stopped dead, and ayla looked behind them. “oh gods…” she muttered. the scene… abraxos was huddling against the wall and iskra stood before him, whip bloody from the line she’d sliced down his face, narrowly missing his eye.

none of them were fast enough as manon tackled iskra.

“manon no!” ayla shouted, but sorrel grabbed her by the waist, stopping her from running to manon.

they were a storm of teeth and nails, flipping and shredding and biting. manon thought she might be roaring, roaring so loud the hall shook.

“manon please stop!” her voice cracked as she exclaimed again. she watched as manon hit the earth, spat out a mouthful of blue blood and ducked past iskra’s guard and threw her onto the unforgiving stone. the last one groaned as manon brought her fist down onto her face.

her knuckles howled in pain, but she wasn’t thinking. iskra swiped at her face and manon reeled back, the blow cutting down her neck, but manon was onto her again, digging harder into iskra’s chest and struck, again. again. again. “manon!” ayla exclaimed again. manon lifted her hand again but sorrel hauled her off. manon trashed against them, still screaming.

ayla grabbed her by the shoulder, her own nails cutting into her to make her pause, realize. her other hand grabbed her wounded cheek and lowered her down to look at her into her eyes. “he is fine, manon” ayla said, her voice softer this time. “ abraxos is fine. look at him. look at him please and see that he’s fine”

manon obeyed and found him looking at her, eyes wide. asterin was between them and iskra, both of them growling, ready for another fight. she looked at ayla again at noticed her face stained with tears. blackeaks didn’t cry. but she wasn’t a blackbeak. she sighed and ayla lowered her hands to her chest and pressed her forehead there, listening to her heartbeat.

looking at iskra manon hissed. “you touch him again, and i’ll drink the marrow from your bones”

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ayla was waiting for manon in their room, preparing everything to clean her wounds. the door opened and manon entered and closed the door behind her. she took off her cape and sat on the bed, resting her head in her hands. ayla approached her quietly, and when she was standing in front of her, manon rested her head on her stomach, her arms circled ayla’s waist and ayla caressed her head.

she whispered softly. “let me take care of you… please.” manon moved and watched as her mate took the supplies she needed, then she sat on her lap and started taking care of her. when she finished, manon walked to the bathroom to wash herself. ayla was on the bed when she went out. laying down on the bed next to ayla, she moved to her side, so she was looking at her. manon’s eyes were cold.

“i want to kill her”

“i know manon, i know.” she sighed, brushing a hand on her cheek “but not now manon”

manon closed her eyes. when she opened them again, they were warmer. for her. just for her. “you were going to get into the fight”

“of course i was.”

manon smiled at last and grabbing the back of her neck, she pressed her mouth with her’s.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER V

WARNINGS;; violence

the thirteen were training, so ayla decided it was time for her to practice again. she couldn’t ride a wyvern, so this was better than nothing.

bang. bang. bang. bang. punch after punch, she hit the bag, letting out all her emotions instead of punching iskra on the face. she would like that. very much. bang. and the bag was torn. she watched the sand fall to the ground and the sound the bag made when it hit the floor, reminded her of manon falling to the pit.

a hand on her shoulder had her turning around, and she found sorrel’s eye’s. at least they were the only one’s training.

“are you okay?”

“yeah. i’m fine.”

sorrel looked at the bag. “imagining it was iskra?”

a wicked smile on her face “of course” a low laugh from sorrel was her only answer.

she heard asterin steps down the corridor before she appeared in the training room.

“where’s manon?”

“she’s going to train with abraxos”

“i want to see that” she took a towel from a table near the wall “bye”

ayla was walking down the corridor to where the pen was. down, down and down. too many stairs. she turned a corner and saw iskra leaning on a wall.

“hello, little witch”

ayla’s face was like a stone. she didn’t let any emotion show.

“iskra” was all she said. looking forward and passing iskra, she felt her nails dig in her arm, drawing blood from it. “leave. me.”

“and what if i don’t?”

“then you’re a dead witch”

iskra leaned forward, her face near her. “i think i’m good here”

with immortality speed, iskra pushed her to the wall near her. her nails digging more in her arm, a groan leaving her lips.

“i like that sound. do you do that when you’re with manon?”

she had had enough of her. with a twist of her arm, she grabbed her arm and crashed her into the wall. her face facing the wall, and her own nails dug on iskra’s arm.

“listen to me iskra because i'm not going to repeat myself again. leave. us. alone. i told you once to leave us if you didn’t want all your teeth gone. but you didn’t listened then, so now you’re going to hear me.” she dug deeper “leave us if you don’t want to be meal for the wyverns”

with that, she left iskra in the corridor and finally reached abraxo’s pen.

manon was alone with abraxos. she leaned on the wall, a small smile appearing in her face despite her encounter with iskra.

“i am going to put this saddle on you,” she said, cupping the snout. he shifted, but manon grabbed on tight, forcing him to look at her. “you want out of this shithole? then you’ll let me put this saddle on you to check the fit. and when we’re done, you’re going to let me look at your tail. those human bastards cut off your spikes, so i’m going to build some for you. iron ones. like mine,” she said, and flashed her iron nails for him to see. “and fangs, too,” she added, baring her iron teeth. “it’s going to hurt, and you’re going to want to kill the men who put them in, but you’re going to let them do it, because if you don’t, then you will rot down here for the rest of your life. understand?”

a long, hot huff of air into her hands. “once all that is done,” she said, smiling faintly at her wyvern, “you and i are going to learn how to fly. and then we’ll stain this kingdom red.”

and then she smelled the blood. not her or abraxos, but… she turned around and looked at ayla and the blood dripping down her arm even with the bandage ayla had made with a slice of her tshirt.

manon ran to her and took her arm, carefully not to hurt her more.

“who did this to you?”

“manon-”

“who?!”

ayla sighed “iskra, but-”

she pushed her aside and stormed down the corridor. “manon wait!” ayla ran as fast as possible and grabbed her arm, stopping her. “please listen to me.”

“ayla, let me go”

“no, please. manon listen, i’ve dealt with it, it’s done manon. done”

she looked at her arm again, her ayes a burning gold. blood, vengeance, hate… ayla took her face and turned her so she was facing her. “i love you manon. no one and nothing is going to tear us apart. not even iskra.” ayla stroked her cheek.

manon sighed. “i need to finish some things with abraxos, and then you will have that treat, is that clear?”

ayla giggled a little and stood on her tiptoes so she was at the same height as her, hugging her by her shoulders. “yes ma’am”

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five days later, abraxos finally had everything manon said. iron spikes onto his tails, iron fangs… he was ready. but manon had missed the riding lessons with the thirteen, and ayla knew that was killing her. and now ayla stood with manon, asterin and sorrel in the training hall. the last one had been working with the youngest coven of blackbeak. only a few of them were experienced.

“how bad?” manon asked, crossing her arms.

sorrel crossed her arms too. “not as bad as we feared, but they’re still sorting out coven dynamics and their leader is… i’d suggest either having her coven decide what to do with her or picking a new leader. we could lose the war games”

ayla looked at the witch that was now rising from the floor, nose dripping blue blood. “give her two days—let’s see if she sorts herself out.” and manon added “but have vesta take her out tonight, to wherever she’s been going to torment the men in the northern fang.”

sorrel raised her thick brows innocently, making ayla giggle while manon rolled her eyes. “you’re a worse liar than vesta. you think i haven’t noticed those men grinning at her at all hours of the day? or the bite marks on them? just keep the death toll down. we have enough to worry about as it is—we don’t need a mutiny from the mortals.”

asterin snorted, but when manon gave her a sidelong look, the witch kept her gaze ahead, face all too innocent.

“don’t be too hard manon, they’re just having fun” at that, manon rolled her eyes again but she gave ayla a little slap on her ass. she opened her mouth and slapped manon on the chest, but she took her hand and dragged her to her chest.

“the only ones having fun right now,” asterin said, “are the green-eyed demon twins” they looked at the twins and how they were grinning with maniacal glee as they were using their inferiors as target practice.

“and my shadows?” manon asked asterin “how are they doing?”

“they’ll have a report for you tonight”

and manon added to her second and third “i want you both in my room for their report, too”

“i’ll have lin and vesta stand watch” asterin said. ayla rested her chin on manon’s chest, her doe eyes looking at her from below.

“you want me there too, manon?”

she looked down at her, a smirk displayed on her face. she grabbed her jaw, tilting her head more. “of course witchling”

tagging;; @hellwantfuckme @shadowdaddies @thehighladywrites

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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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@thehighladywrites has made a pinterest board for manon and ayla (my oc) and omg 😭😭😭😭 i love her so much

#manon x oc #sarah j maas #sjm books #fanfic #manon x ayla #manon blackbeak x ayla moonsinger #golden retriever x black cat vibes

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER VII

a/n;; the story of ayla and manon in heir of fire is coming to an end, and i have so many ideas for queen of shadows omgggg

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, allusions to sex

manon was with her grandmother, and she was there too. i’m not going to let you alone again, manon has said.

“why is it, that i have to hear from gods-dammed cresseida that your runty, useless wyvern hasn’t made the crossing? Why is it that i am in the middle of a meeting, planning these war games so you can win, and the other matrons tell me that you aren’t allowed to participate because your mount will not make the crossing and therefore isn’t allowed to fly in the host?”

ayla tightened her hands. she hated her. and she hated her more when she hit manon on her cheek, a trail of blood running down.

“you will make the crossing tomorrow, manon. tomorrow, and i don’t care if you splatter yourself on the rocks. if you live, you had better pray to the darkness that you win those games. because if you don’t…”

she wished she could kill her right there.

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they were all there.

ayla was between asterin and sorrel again. witches lined the viewing platform, and high above, the high witches.

she heard the matron. “we’re waiting manon, but by all means, take your time” a growl left her lips and she felt asterin’s eyes. calm down, we don’t want you dead. they all laughed. and she wanted to kill them all.

manon tugged her reins, but abraxos looked at her grandmother and let out a warning growl… a threat. again the matron called for her. sorrel and asterin exchanged a glance, and then they looked at her. every single one of the thirteen was reaching for their weapons, ayla too. because if they hurt her… she would not leave anyone with life.

she watched as manon gripped abrraxos’s snout, forcing his gaze away from her grandmother. “just once, all you have to do is make this jump once, abraxos, and the you can shut them up forever”

a two-note beat.

the beat of the chained bait beasts.

louder and louder.

asterin reached for her shield and joined in.

the thirteen took up the beat.

ayla took up the beat.

“you hear that? that is for you” she said to him “you are one of the thirteen. from now until the darkness cleaves us apart. you are mine, and i am yours. let’s show them why” ayla felt her heart clenched.

and then manon was flying.

a tear rolled down her cheek, and she didn’t care the matron was looking at her, at the tear.

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she had decided she wanted to make manon a gift. had decided it the moment she was flying with abraxos, shuting mouth’s.

manon was abraxos, making sure his wings were alright. she looked in the trunk for a set of lingerie she had hidden. “there you are” she murmured. she hadn’t wore this set. ever. she bought it one day but never wore it truly, not for manon. she bathed and then she put it on. she loved the set. it hugged her body perfectly, like a second skin. the bra pulled up her breasts, showing them a little more and the tong… it only covered her core.

laying down on the bed she waited for her.

a moment later, she heard footsteps and knew they were manon’s. the door opened and manon stopped dead. her eyes a little wider as she looks at the sight of her mate. closing the door with lock, ayla stood up, her boots were the only sound in the room. manon looked at her from head to toe, a prey. and manon was the hunter.

“i’ve never seen this one” her finger curled around the brace of her bra.

“i know” she said. then she felt her hands on her waist, pulling her toward her body. ayla took off her red cape, then her riding leathers, her boots… until she was in her underwear. manon lip’s found her neck, painting red and purple on it, marks she would wear tomorrow with pride. her lip’s traveled to her breasts, a hand touching her right nipple through the bra. a soft moan. manon went to her ear, leaving a kiss, and she purred.

“as much as i love this set on you” a hand went straight to her wet panties. “i prefer you naked”

with a trembling hand, ayla placed it on her neck, a little squeeze. she moved her lips near her’s. “then undress me” she murmured.

a wicked smile on her face and ayla knew they weren’t going to sleep.

“as you wish, witchling”

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#sjm books #sarah j maas #fanfic #throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #manon blackbeak #manon fanfic #manon fanfiction #manon imagine #manon x oc #manon x ayla #manon x f!reader #keep my heart series #tog x reader #tog fic #tog #tog spoilers #tog series

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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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i have decided that keep my heart will be uploaded on tuesdays and thursdays, so tomorrow chapter 5 will be out 💌🫶🏻

#fanfic #sjm books #sarah j maas #throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #manon blackbeak #manon fanfic #manon fanfiction #manon imagine #manon x ayla #manon x oc #manon x f!reader

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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chapter 6 of keep my heart will be uploaded tonight!!!!!

#sjm books #sarah j maas #fanfic #throne of glass fanfiction #manon blackbeak #manon x ayla #manon x oc

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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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🌟 what is something you’ve been proud of recently?;;

omg i love this question!! because i have it clear, and is my manon x ayla (my oc) fic. like ive been writing this for days(?) and i'm loving it because i love writing their dynamic, their love, everything!! so yeah, my series keep my heart.

#sarah j maas #sjm books #fanfic #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #manon blackbeak #my ocs <3 #manon x oc #oc imagine #oc fanfiction #ocs #manon x ayla

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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER I

a/n;; everybody, this is HAPPENING OMG!!!! this is going to be my first story and this is my first fic with my OC (read the information here). this fic is written in 3rd person so there is no use of "you".

i was thinking and maybe im going to write fics using my oc, as i said in my post of the OC, i want to improve, i want to change, i want new things, new experiences... and this is my first step. so i hope u guys enjoy this. (reblogs are appreciated and this doesnt mean im not going to write character x reader, my requests are still open)

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, mentions of death

manon blackbeak was eager to come back. she has been hunting crochans for weeks and finally, she reached a cottage in the north of fenharrow and now, she was prepared for blood. hiding in the closet, she listened to the three men that had broken in.

she heard them open the door to the room.

“come out, little crochan,” one of them said.

with their backs to the closet, manon slipped out and quietly closed the bedroom door.

“wrong kind of witch.”

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the moon was up in the sky when ayla moonsinger approached the cliff where a certain moon-white haired witch was waiting. she looked how her hair danced with the wind and by the pose, she knew manon was enjoying the wind. knew there were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.

step by step, she got closer to her figure until her arms were hugging manons waist, feeling them a smile appeared on her face, one that never allowed to show in front of the matron… or anyone except for the thirteen. her coven. she twisted around to face ayla and took her face between her hands.

hazel eyes and golden eyes looked at each other. looked into their souls.

“hello witchling” manon purred.

ayla leaned her forehead until they were touching. manon was the first one who initiated the kiss. their hands explored each other's bodies while their mouths were a mix of teeth, lips and tongues. ayla was the first one who broke the kiss first, caressing her cheek, manon left kisses on her neck making ayla laugh with delightment.

“manon, your grandmother is coming here soon…”

“let me feel you, i haven't seen you in months”

“i know… i missed you too”

a low whistle sounded from behind and manon snarled, ayla turned around and found asterin leaned on a tree, a smirk displayed on her beautiful face and her braid falled down her shoulder.

“calm down you wolf, it's only asterin.”

manon rolled her eyes and left a kiss on her cheek. if asterin was here that meant the rest of the coven was also here… and the blackbeak matron would be here anytime soon.

they were all positioned when the matron arrived. voluminous midnight robes flowed around her with the wind. the memories flooded her mind like it was yesterday.

her parents dead. her screaming. the matron slapping her face. “you’re coming with me”. her first day, week, month, year. the anniversary of their parents. the old houses of terrasen honoring her house, honoring the last member of the family… her. her first crochan. her first kill.

she hated her. hated the way she was and the way she treated everyone, specially manon and the thirteen. and she hated how she needed to act to survive. because that was not what she learned, she wasnt that way. she wasn't cold hearted, she wasn't cruel. there wasn't a day in which she didn't regret the person she was sometimes. what would my parents think about me? she usually asked herself, and in the long nights where she was hunting, in the nights she couldn't sleep next to her mate, she looked to the stars and searched for the lord of the north and mourned a family, a city, long forgotten.

two hours passed until the matron got out of the caravan where she had talked with a duke. “we are leaving now,” the matron said. manon jerked her chin to the thirteen and they fell in line, ayla between asterin and sorrel. “you two will protect her with your life, is that clear?” and that was 100 years ago. a lifetime now that the magic was gone.

ayla watched manon and her grandmother talk. about what? she didn't want to hear it.

when the matron was gone, ayla and the thirteen approached manon, the first one caressing her lovers back.

“apparently, the king needs riders. wyvern riders for his cavalry” her smile was wicked “we are traveling north”

tagging;; @danikamariewrites @thehighladywrites @throneofsapphics @shadowdaddies @ladybambifae

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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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ABOUT MY OC

i decided to create an oc and im SUPER EXCITED ABOUT IT. i will be using my oc for fanfics, this doesnt mean im not going to write character x reader, but i want to improve so...

so here is some information you must know;;

OC CHARACTER GENERAL INFORMATION

name;; Ayla Moonsinger

age;; 115

hair color;; black

eye color;; hazel

ears;; pointed

magic;; spell casting, telekinesis

species;; half witch and half fae

she has iron nails but her teeth are normal.

MOODBOARD;;

CLOTHES;;

FAMILY;;

father;; Aed Moonsinger (fae)

mother;; Lillian Shadowwalker (witch)

she is the last of the Moonsinger family, so she is the heir.

FOR MY FIRST FIC;;

BACKGROUND STORY;;

her mother was a witch and her father was fae, she's the only fae witch in the world. the matron's blackbeak killed her parents and brought her to the blackbeak clan, where she raised her as a weapon but also kept her hidden due to her powers that were rare between the witches. she was 12 when that happened.

and manon knew her mate was ayla when she saved her. ayla was on a mission hunting crochans, but a storm came and she couldn't see anything, couldn’t sense anything and the crochan she was hunting took advantage of her weakness and stabbed her from behind, leaving her wounded in the woods.

manon was the one who found her. she was nearly dead, her heartbeat was slow, and for the first time in her immortality, manon was scared. utterly scared. so she brought you back and demanded the healers to save her. she was unconscious for a week, a week where manon was at the edge, the day she woke up, manon was the first one she saw and the mating bond snapped into place when she kissed ayla.

my fic will be written during the events of heir of fire, queen of shadows, empire of storms and kingdom of ash. i will change things so dont expect dorian x manon relationship. SPOILERS IN EVERY CHAPTER.

tags;; @thehighladywrites @hellwantfuckme

#sarah j maas #sjm books #fanfic #throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #oc #my oc character #my characters #my writing #my ocs <3 #original character #my ocs #ocs

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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Send some requests!

Hey ya'll! Just wanna say thanks so much to everyone who has been sending in requests! It honestly makes it so much easier to write when I have a prompt, haha! Just wanted to say that I do indeed write smut, which I haven't gotten a request for yet! ;) I also would love to write for Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Crier's War, and The Rings of Power. It is my preference to write sapphic stuff, but I wouldn't mind doing some Azriel x f!reader, or some Elrond x f!reader type stuff, just as examples. I plan to start cranking some stuff out for these other fandoms eventually, when I have the time outside of school to really start writing.

My goal is to dabble in this:

Manon Blackbeak x f!reader

Manon Blackbeak x Elide Lochan

Nesta Archeron x f!reader

Morrigan x f!reader

Galadriel x f!reader

Galadriel x Queen Miriel

Queen Miriel x f!reader

Crier x Ayla (NO SMUT, THEY ARE MINORS).

I will say that I won't write for Feyre, Elain, Rhysand, and Aelin. I just really hate those characters, so please respect that! And if you're wondering if there's any other books/fandoms I'd write for, feel free to ask! I've read SO many sapphic books, so it's very possible I would know who you're talking about and would love to write for them!

This was a really long post just for me to say, hey, send some requests! I have a lot of fun doing them :) Have a lovely day!

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