The Angel of Small Deaths: Angels, throne of glass series - sarah j. maas fanfic

Arcis

Characters

Manon Blackbeak, Manon Blackbeak/Elide Lochan, Elide Lochan/Lorcan Salvaterre, Manon Blackbeak & Elide Lochan, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius | Celaena Sardothien/Rowan Whitethorn, Manon Blackbeak & The Thirteen, Asterin Blackbeak/Petrah Blueblood, Kaya Blackbeak/Thea Blackbeak, Elide Lochan, The Thirteen (Throne of Glass), Aelin Ashryver Galathynius | Celaena Sardothien, Rowan Whitethorn, Lorcan Salvaterre

Tags

Porn With Plot Sorry Not Sorry idiots to lovers The lovers remain idiots dear god I made it gay so very very gay shove the plot through a blender and what do you get? THIS FIC! all aboard the angst train (whoop whoop!) but also like catastrophic levels of fluff but like also who cares about the plot when there's porn not the idiots in this fic! did I mention it's gay all hail Pickles the cat three two one let's go bitch we die like real writers

Summary

Welcome to Miami. Shit’s going to get wild. Meet Manon Blackbeak: heir and queen to the Miami club scene. Meet Elide Lochan: a veterinarian who makes a mean homemade cookie. They are both, for the record, complete idiots. Because Elide is in love with Lorcan. Got it? Lorcan. Not Manon goddamned Blackbeak, her childhood love, her teenage dream, her best friend. No, she’s over that heartbreak. Totally, 100% over it. And Manon … Manon has loved Elide Lochan since they were eight years old and still has no goddamned clue what to do about it. There’s a bachelorette party. There’s a rogue gerbil in a strip club. There’s a cat named Pickles. There’s two idiots, who might, just might, find their way to becoming lovers. But they never stop being idiots. So welcome to Miami. Dive on in, the water’s fine. [Complete!]

Note

Welcome, welcome! This story was supposed to be a cute, little ficlet and then it became .... not so little. It's still cute, but now with a dash of angst, a heavy sprinkle of fluff, a solid dose of porn amidst the plot, and an absolute crap-ton of feels. As we all try to somehow survive this fucking wild year, follow me as I dive face-first into a Miami where the ToG characters run wild and our idiots to lovers are about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime ...

Angels

April 20, 2025 at 07:39 AM

[Sorrel, Asterin]

Sorrel: Matron heard about Elide coming to the office.

She may have figured out you two are fucking serious.

She may be fucking pissed.

Asterin: lovely

you couldn’t have waited until I had my coffee?

Sorrel: It’s noon???

Asterin: since when am I up before noon???

Manon: I’m not related to either of you.

Yeah. I figured.

But El needed to see me.

If slicing her out is the price of keeping the peace, I’m not paying it.

[Asterin]

Asterin : m?

Manon: What.

Asterin: hi love you too dick

Manon: 🍆

Asterin: matron will be coming for blood

this is going to get nasty

Manon: I know.

I’m sorry.

Asterin: don’t be

I’m not

time to book tickets to Switzerland?

Manon: Not yet.

We tell the hyenas why first.

Then we burn the witch.