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throneofsapphics · 7 months

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can i please request one where reader is rowaelins daughter and she goes out and parties with lysaedions daughter, manorians daughter and elorcans daughters? in this elorcans daughter is dating reader , they all know but help them hide,they organize a sleepover at the palace and sneak out when their parents are busy. they party all night long, going from club to club praying to all the gods that their parents don't catch them. they drink and flirt and dance until they grow bored and decide to go to a brothel for some fun. they finally leave and are met with the most scary sight ever, they freeze be they are caught by all of the parents.

all good things come to an end

Reader (Rowaelin’s daughter) x Elorcan’s daughter

Summary: you and your friends have a night out.

Warnings: drinking, drug use, overprotective parents

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: a bit different, but still similar. thank you for the request I loved writing this! coming up with names was a struggle, but Elorcan’s daughter is Emelyn, Lysaedion’s is Brielle, and Manorian’s is Astra.

Their parents went on the hunt. Well, the Fae and Witch were doing most of the searching. Elide and Lysandra watched in amusement.

Their parents went on the hunt. Well, the immortals were doing most of the searching. Elide and Lysandra watched in amusement.

They knew their kids were up to something. Even though they’re of age, they couldn’t help worrying about them. Still, the mothers mostly wanted to catch them in the act. Aelin maybe to have something to hold over them - or make fun of them for. She loved a good challenge, and so far they’d done well. In a way, she was proud. The males, on the other hand, were in something of a panic.

They were clever enough they’d never been caught, yet, each inheriting the best - or worst - of their parents. It was made tricky by Astra, Manon and Dorian’s daughter. She had inherited his magic, and used it to subtly alter their features - enough none of Orynth’s citizens would recognize the trio. Rowan figured it out when y/n came back last time - her normal Ashryver eyes hazel. They were fixed by the morning.

“Fussy bastards,” Lysandra murmured affectionately, tugging on Aedion to get him to slow down.

You spun Emelyn, your girlfriend, in a circle - the small laugh that left her brought a smile to your lips as you pulled her closer, running a thumb over her cheek. She leaned into you and pressed a light kiss to your lips.

“Gross,” Astra hissed.

“Don’t be jealous,” Brielle teased her. Astra had dragged her away from the male she was flirting with, one who’d bought all of them a round of drinks - a hopeful expression on his features. Like he might get very lucky tonight.

“We’ve been here too long,” the witchling snapped back at her, eyes darting across the room. You’ve all had a feeling you’ve been hunted tonight. Astra insisted on modifying their features with each bar they went to.

“Why are you so paranoid?” You sighed, separating yourself from her.

“What’s the worst that can happen if they catch us?” Emelyn piggy backed.

“Your father,” the other two said in sync.

You ran a hand through your hair. She did have a point. Lorcan was the most likely to … overreact. Your parents were protective, but if they figured out exactly what you were up to when your friends visited, you couldn’t guarantee their reactions would be pleasant. When you and Emelyn were … “discovered,” Rowan had quickly shoved him out of the room, meanwhile your mother’s started asking when you’d be married.

You’d stood in the garden, arms wrapped around her as you buried your face in her neck, breathing in her scent. Your thumb ran gentle strokes up and down the back of her neck. They’d approached so silently you had no chance of covering it up, “I didn’t expect this,” the Lady of Perranth’s voice hit your ears.

“I’ve been hiding our scents.” You hedged.

“And you give us a new look every hour.” Lysandra and Aedion’s daughter, Brielle, tagged on. You shot her a grateful look, that she was on your side for once.

Golden eyes narrowed at you. “Let’s go.” She jerked her head towards the door.

“Bossy.” You muttered under your breath. She was the unofficial leader of your group, even if the three of you gave her slack for it. She would either roll her eyes, or snap iron teeth at you, depending on her mood.

“We should be afraid of your mother,” you said wryly. Emelyn’s elbow jabbed you in the side, and she shot you a look that said “don’t jinx us,” you returned with a grin you knew would irritate her. “I know where to go,” you announced. Orynth is your city. You led the way, stopping briefly for Astra’s magic to do its job and led them somewhere hopefully your parents wouldn’t recognize.

The owner, a demi-Fae, smiled at you - undoubtedly recognizing your scent again, even if you showed up wearing various faces. “One of these days, you’ll tell me who you’re hiding from, she chuckled,” and led you inside.

A small room in the back, a door securely locked and shielded with three layers of magic.

“I wish I didn’t end up naked every time I shifted,” Brielle muttered - to no one in particular.

You started re-arranging the small pipe on the table, surrounded by a few bottles of wine. You’d never pressure anyone into smoking, of course, and usually only you and the shifter indulged, the others picking up wine instead.

“Mixing is a bad idea,” your girlfriend cautioned.

“I’m an expert.”

Astra snorted, rolling her eyes at you. “Say that again when I’m dragging you home.”

“I,” you pointed a finger at her, “can drink any of you under the table.” Nobody disagreed.

An hour later, you lay against Emelyn’s side, giggling at Brielle’s recent recounting of her latest encounter with visiting Courtier’s in Cavarre, she’d taken up her mother’s role of prowling the halls as a ghost leopard. Maybe taking a few too many liberties with her new position.

“Do you ever want to leave?” Astra asked everyone, and the room fell quiet.

“Sometimes,” you admitted. You weren’t first in line to the throne, thankfully. Emelyn ran a hand through your hair, combing out the slightly tangled strands. The two of you spoke extensively about traveling - leaving Terrasen to see other places.

“Where would you go?”

“The southern continent,” your answer was automatic. If you could convince the King and Queen to agree to a trip. Well, the bigger issue was convincing the Lady and Lord of Perranth to let you take Emelyn. You glanced at the clock. It was nearly three in the morning.

“We should head back.” You stood, swaying slightly on your feet.

“For gods-sake,” Astra muttered - not at the thought of leaving, but at your current state. You knew an alcohol flush was over your cheeks - and likely your eyes slightly red, pupils dilated. There wouldn’t be any hiding that, but hopefully everyone else was asleep when you got back.

Emelyn grabbed your hand, leading you out the door. You called out some thanks to the owner, slipping her another few silver marks. She winked at you, wishing you a safe walk home.

Tracking you had failed, again. Rowan was caught between being impressed and pissed off. Lorcan and Aedion were stewing, Aelin and the other females seemed more amused, insisting they could take care of themselves. Elide yawned, but they’d insisted on staying awake to see them home. Actually - to catch them at the gates.

With a flash of white light, he shifted, taking in the air to circle around and search for four females stumbling back to the castle. Finally, he spotted a group - heading towards a smaller side gate, all of them supporting each other. The group paused, one - Astra, using some sort of magic. He was right - about you all changing your appearances.

Astra spotted them first, a string of very creative curses leaving her. “It’s too late to turn back.” She muttered. “Act normal.” She snapped at you, and you tried to straighten yourself. It should be fine. Should be.

“They all came,” Emelyn whispered softly. “Are you sure we can’t turn around?”

“It’ll be fine.” Brielle said, fake confidence edging into her as she straightened her shoulders. “We haven’t done anything illegal.”

“Only mildly.”

“You’re telling us this now?” Her eyebrows raised, voice rising.

“Quiet, don’t pretend you didn’t know.” you tried to hush her and turned to the others. “There’s no law saying it’s legal but there’s none forbidding it.” An exaggerated groan left her. “I’ll take the blame.”

“Yes you will.” Astra snarled and grabbed your arm, keeping you firmly upright.

“Wouldn’t it be better if Emelyn held me up?” You turned to look at her, the world slowing down as your vision blurred. The female in question was currently propped up against Brielle. You swallowed your fear, and kept heading towards the castle gates, Astra catching you each time you tripped against a small stone or crevice in the path. Maybe you'd smooth this walkway out tomorrow.

The Queen of Terrasen watched you approach, eyes identical to yours dancing, even if her arms were crossed. Your father looked decidedly less amused. His eyes tracked the entire group, stopping on Emelyn.

“Your eyes are the wrong color.” He deadpanned, and you snapped your head towards her, swaying slightly. They were. Still dark blue instead of their normal Onyx. Astra hissed under her breath, probably taking it as a personal insult. Emelyn only gave a sweet smile.

“I’m trying out a new look.”

Lorcan, apparently, was fed up because he strode towards her, the rest of you shifting out of his way, as he tossed her over his shoulder and stalked back to the castle. You watched her pound against his back, calling him an overstepping bastard and many other things you’d never say to his face. Out of self-preservation.

“I’ll have words with you tomorrow.” His head snapped over his shoulder, glaring at you.

Aelin stepped in front of you, returning his nasty look. “You will not.” His eyes rolled, and he kept walking, probably cursing your name the entire time. Elide mouthed sorry, and took off after him - yelling for him to slow the hell down.

Dorian snorted, eyeing the three of you left. “I’ve done worse.” He admitted. You fought the smile creeping on your lips - you could always count on him, or Fenrys when he was present, to de-escalate. “Impressive with your magic,” he admitted to his daughter. She shot him a smile - one that definitely didn’t come from her mother, in return. “And yours.” He turned to you.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You tried to say innocently - words all slurring together.

Your father let out a sharp exhale, and your mother took you off of Astra’s hands, giving thanks to her. “Just because you’re not first in line …”

“Rowan shut up.” Aelin snapped. “That can wait. She won’t remember it now.”

“Yes I will,” you insisted.

“At least two of you are responsible.” Aedion muttered. His wife elbowed him sharply and he winced.

“Rude,” you frowned at him.

“Go inside.” Manon snapped. You were surprised she hadn’t spoken yet.

“You don’t give me orders.” Aelin countered. Aedion, rightfully, had an alarmed glance on his face.

“I think I’m going to-” you mimed throwing up. Rowan almost looked like he would call your bullshit, but realized what you were doing.

After you’d gotten inside, your mother out of earshot, he spoke to you, “you’re lucky I hid your scents. Lorcan won’t be out for blood.”

Gods, you hadn’t thought of that. “It was only me and …”

“Don’t tell me.” He interrupted.

Fair enough. He steered you towards your room, making sure you actually got inside. “I don’t need you fussing.”

“Would you rather your mother come in here?”

“No. Nope. No.” You quickly said, heading towards your bathing room. Maybe you’d burn your clothes - hide the evidence for now.

#throne of glass next gen #throne of glass fic #next gen throne of glass #throne of glass x reader #reader x elorcans daughter

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yabai-korra · 3 years

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The reasons why we're getting Manorian book

There has been a lot of speculation whether SJM is going to favor us with book/novella about Manon Blackbeak and Dorian Havilliard, recently I saw some fans doubting it, so here's a list of logical reasons why it's happening.

1. It's SJM

This woman writes two 500+ pages books per year, for her it would be a piece of cake.

2. There have already been books focused on side characters

a) Chaol and Yrene - Chaol was one of the most unpopular characters before Tower of Dawn (which made me love him hehe) and she still wrote a 600+ pages long book about him, just imagine what she'd do with the most popular character (Manon) and one of the most popular ones (Dorian).

b) Nesta and Cassian - this is ship is the closest to Manorian equivalent in ACOTAR series, aka starting from a physical relationship that develops into a sentimental one. Also 6th ACOTAR book will be focused on a new characters (most probably Elain)

3. Favoritism

SJM has talked multiple times about her love for these two. When asked about her favorite TOG character, she said Aelin, but Manon was a close second place and she said that she absolutely loves writing her.

In another interview, when asked who she would go on a book tour with and a few similar questions, she answered Dorian.

Now, I haven't seen all of her interviews ever and I'm not sure how much she loves Nessian and Cahorene (seems to love Nessian a hella lot tho), but it's definite that Manorian are some of her favorite characters and it's just logical that she would write about them.

4. Unfinished story/Unresolved feelings

Ships at the end of TOG:

Rowaelin - married

Elorcan - engaged

Lysaedion - engaged

Chaorene - married with a baby on the way

Nestaq - engaged

Manorian - hug and "we'll see"

All the ships basically got engaged in the last chapter (it's not like I didn't like it hehe) and their stories, romantic-wise, were pretty much finished and they have no unresolved tension between them. Manorian on the other hand, have enough of it for all the ships lol.

KOA spoilers ahead!

Keep in mind, Manorian relationship was mostly a sexual one, and they don't quite yet have a way of communicating their feelings properly. So there is a lot of unaddressed between them, even though they obviously care a lot about each other.

The unresolved things between Manon and Dorian:

"“And if I asked you to stay?” / “I’d need a very convincing reason, I suppose.” / “Because I don’t want you to go.” - they just fucked and Dorian left for Morath later, which impacted Manon a lot but they haven't discussed it

"I even care about you." - Manon got up and left

"There is only one witch who will be my queen." - Manon doesn't know about this

Manon saved Dorian from Valg demon even when Aelin couldn't. It was the worst thing to happen to Dorian and he still bears scars from it, yet he didn't have an appropriate situation to thank Manon for it

Dorian knows that Erawan lusted after Manon, which got him pissed of course, and he didn't have a chance nor time to ask Manon about it. It might be nothing, but if I were Dorain and my girlfriend who doesn't show feelings was locked up with a crazy guy who has a thing for her, and have seen the way he treats women, I'd be concerned. Erawan was a Valg king, a tough opponent even for Manon. If he had done something to her, and he had plenty of means and opportunities and wish to do so, Manon would never openly tell anyone (maybe Asterin) about it, because it would imply opening up and being weak, which is Manon's worst fear. Again, SJM, as the Queen of Foreshadowing, wouldn't just randomly throw in the main villain having a thing for an important character, everything in her books always has a meaning and purpose.

"Would you miss me if I didn't [come back]?" - Manon didn't reply

This is how SJM described Manorian marriage: "She would be his wife, his queen. She was already his equal, his match, mirror in so many ways. And with their union, the world would know it." - and you're telling me it's not deserving of its own book? Not just that, Manon asked Dorian for marriage and they, again, just had sex, with Dorian loving the idea but deep down knowing that Manon would feel caged in a marriage. And that attitude won't just change out of the blue. It takes time and development which is something SJM writes amazingly.

With the Thirteen gone, beside Abraxos Dorian is the only creature Manon cares about.

Dorian's mortality (although as you'll see in point #6 I'm sure he's not human)

The dreaded "You could just marry each other." / "We'll see." (Thanks Yrene :)

5. Foreshadowing

Listen here, SJM IS THE QUEEN OF FORESHADOWING. She thought of a detail (Dorian's dad's name) in the first book that would matter in the last book. Of course, there are many many many more examples of that, but if we got "We'll see." then we'll fucking see it happen.

6. Unresolved things about Manon and Dorian as individual characters.

Manon and Dorian and both pretty broken at the end of KOA.

Manon lost the Thirteen, the only people she cared about. That is a huge trauma that needs to be addressed, especially with someone so reluctant to show feelings and heal like Manon.

Dorian can't be human?? He has fae abilities due to his relation to Gavin and Elena even though he's not even called a demi-fae. He possesses powers no one else does, phantom hands for example, which he didn't steal like shape-shifting. And Maeve pointed out that due to his father being possessed by Valg when Dorian was sired, it's possible he got some of the Valg abilities. (Also she said that he's stronger than Aelin) The main villain, especially written by Queen of Foreshadowing, wouldn't just let drop it there and that's it. Also not to mention Dorian's own struggle with depression and self-worth.

They have both just become rulers of their kingdoms, completely new to it. Dorian has spent a big part of KOA imagining what kind of a king he wants to be (one that will have a witch queen hehe) and it was a major point of his character. And addition to that affecting them as characters, the future of Adarlan and Witch Kingdom could make a good plotline.

7. Other TOG characters

Although pretty much all the readers would die to see Chaorene baby, Lorcan in Perranth, Aelin and Rowan ruling Terrasen, Lysandra and Adeion officially adopting Evangeline, Nesryn and Sartaq becoming Khagan and Empress of Antica, all of these don't make enough of a plot on its own. They are great side-plots.

We know all of these characters love each other and are happy together, there isn't that much to be added to their personal stories other than kids. (same way Feyre and Rhys got a baby in Nessian book) Manorian however, they haven't even kissed without it leading to sex, they hugged at the end of KOA and it was the pique of their relationship. Their relationship is merely at the beginning, whereas others have pretty much reached their ultimatum (ofc SJM can decide to add some drama with betrayal, kidnapping, pregnancy etc. but for now everyone is good and settled beside Manorian)

Not to mention the way other relationships would affect them. Chaol, Dorian's brother, and Yrene, Manon's wannabe bestie and Manorian shipper, would bring their baby to meet his/her uncle Dorian and aunt Manon, and imagine Manon with a baby lol.

SJM loves Aelin and other characters way too much not to give us an insight on them as married couples, but since her books are huge and it's her, it needs a plot with drama, addressing traumas, repressed feelings, worldbuilding, and sex, and Manorian's got all of that.

8. Abraxos

We need more Abraxos, that's just a fact.

Wow that was a long one. Anyways, in conclusion, we're getting that Manorian book. Pretty sure it's gonna a book rather than a novella (TOD was also planned as a novella but then guess what) because there is just SO MUCH possible content.

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witching-by-the-willow · 2 years

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Now tell me your favorite ships in tog in order :)

Mer.

Bestie, this is so difficult, I-

No shit, I have been thinking and re-thinking my order for the last 2 hours. I knew which ship was at my top spot, but the rest had me in such a dilemma. Anyway, I have ultimately come up with this ordering, but just know that aside from no. 1, the order might change everyday lol.

Manorian. Hi, these two own my heart, soul, body, life, assets and anything else I might have. Enemies to Enemies with Benefits to Reluctant Allies to Friends with Benefits to Lovers. I screamed every time they interact, or even mention each other. Hell, I already have ideas for a few fics. I am obsessed, your honour.

Elorcan. Where do I start? They had enemies-to-lovers, they had fake dating and fake marriage, height difference (the most stark I've ever seen lmao) and hates-everyone-but-their-love. Oh, and a shit ton of angst. Chef's kiss. (Still pissed about "So Lorcan did" fade-to-balck, though. 😤)

Chaorene. I kept switching up number 3 and 4 for a long time, but settled with them on this spot. I honestly adore their dynamic so, so much. From the moment they meet, it's so snarky and bright. They take no shit from anyone, not even each other, and the healing journey they go on together is so lovely to witness. I also think they are the most realistic couple in the series. They love each other so much, and are extremely protective, but they also know when to let the protective instincts take a backseat to do what needs to be done. I love that so much.

Rowaelin. Their undying, unconditional devotion to each other is so beautiful. The reason I put them here and not above is just that they were together by the 5th book, and I was really happy (if you had asked me to rank the ships after QoS, they would definitely been 2nd, I was such a sucker for them). And personally, I like the build-up to getting together more than when ships are already together. But aside from that, I really love them.

Lysaedion. I really love them, and I wish we got more of them being happy together. But I was so happy to read they are getting married AAAAAAAH.

Nestaq. He loved her before he ever saw her, need I say more? Please, they are so precious! I wish we got more of them too, but they're happy and so am I.

Borte and Yeran: Yes, I am going to unclude secondary ships too. God, I was dying to see more of them. Acting like you hate in public, but actually are in love and Shor show it behind closed doors? Beautiful. Lovely. I want to know more about them.

Asterin and her Hunter. Call me strange, but their tragic love story had such an impact. The sheer heartbreak of it all, the fact that he sat out of the cabin every night waiting for Asterin until he died, and Asterin wanting to be laid to rest in that house so she could be near him in death at least. Yeah. 🤧🤧🤧

Gavin and Elena. I know we only had their story from people talking about them and a few times from the two themselves, but listen, I have a thing for epic love stories that begin in the doomed times of battle, but surviving against all odds, are remembered for ages.

Gavriel and Aedion's mother. I told you I have a thing for tragic, doomed love stories. 🤡

Now, for an honorable mention: Listen, this isn't a ship at all. But guys. I'm just saying...Manon and Aelin with Elide as their adopted ward. I am a complete hoe for Manorian and Rowaelin, but the power couple Maelin (?) would be is just out of the world lol. Hell, even Dorian agrees.

Maybe she (Aelin) should. Maybe this world deserved it. Maybe Manon Blackbeak would help her do it. Maybe they’d rule over the ruins together.

Oh, and in my head, Sorscha and Sam are together in the Afterworld. No, I will not be taking any criticism about this. 🤡

Anyway, there you go. I went through about a hundred different internal debates and crises, but here we are at last. 💀

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dread3r · 3 years

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i am sick and tired of people saying dorian doesn't love manon and is only "attracted" to her or it was "just sex" for dorian. or dorian was "on a phase" with Manon. and that sorscha was the one for dorian

let me remind you people

He usually trued not to think about Celaena, Aelin- whoever she was. Tried not to think about Chaol and his lying, or Aedion and his treason. He wanted nothing to do with them, not now that Sorscha was with him.

Dorian started with Sorscha with Celaena still in his heart too. Same way Dorian started with Manon with Sorscha in his conscience.

She looked at him the way he'd once caught Celaena looking at Chaol.

But did he look at her like that? Dorian wanted to SAVE her because he knew the COST AND DANGER it was to be with him.

If he left to be with her, [...] No, Dorian could not have the luxury of choosing.

He never saw Sorscha as his queen even if Chaol visualized so. He endured everything to give Sorscha a fighting chance in the future WITHOUT HIM.

That he had not forgotten her. So Dorian let his father rage. [...] For Sorscha, for the promise of keeping her safe, of someday, perhaps, not having to hide what and who he was, he kept on his well-worn mask [...] When Celaena got back [...] Then they would set about changing the world together.

He never saw himself being with her. He just wanted her safe the same way Chaol wanted Celaena safe.

Oh, Chaol. He understood completely now [...] "Please," [...] "Please..." // "Together. We'll face this together." And it was selfish and horrible of him, but he put up no further argument.

And when he begged her to go, it was when the deaths of thousands in the Calculla rebellion hung over him. He wanted her to stay for himself. We all know how the concept of love Maas has, it's the selfless type of love i'll-suffer-for-you instead type of love.

"Because she died. And even before she did, this world saw to it that she suffered, and was afraid, and alone. And even though no one will remember who she was, I do. I will never forget the color of her eyes, or the way she smiled. And I will never forgive them for taking it away."

The most prominent words from Sorscha that Dorian recalled was "I was not supposed to love you." in KoA. Dorian blamed himself in Sorscha's death and how weak and powerless he was. How he had to beg for her safety. Sorscha was the turning point for Dorian to change himself and take full responsibility as king (even while they were still together, he was more kingly than ever before, it just went full circle when she died)

Did he love her? He'd always been generous with his lovers. [...] but this time he genuinely wanted to give her things.

When Sorscha confessed her love for Dorian, he begged the king for her safety. Yes, he did love her. It's true. Dorian will always have a part of Sorscha in his identity.

But Manon, Manon who would be his wife, his queen. She was already his equal, his match, his mirror in so many ways.

I'm not married because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.

Yes, it was horrible that Maas wrote Sorscha just to kill her. In the end, Manon was his soulmate. And they both showed it (beyond the mind-blowing sex) in how they resented the feelings they had for each other in the midst of the war. And how Dorian neglected the proposal because he KNEW that Manon cannot be shackled to him just because of the war. They both knew and understood each other. In true Maas fashion in TOG, Sorscha led Dorian to Manon. And that open-ended ending in KoA where they will most likely heal together? wHERE IS THE MANORIAN BOOK MAAS WHERE?!

p.s.

Tell me your greatest wish. Tell me. Tell me, and I'll make it happen.

"And there is only one witch who will be my queen."

"What is it that you want? // You, he almost said. All of you.

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rufousnmacska · 3 years

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wanted to just make a quick observation about manorian but have you ever notices how manon is the only woman dorian has expressed to want to make his QUEEN (unless i’m mistaken).

anyways like in tog he claims he’ll go against rules and do whatever he can to BE with aelin. and in hof i he talks about making a life with sorscha and marrying her but it’s always under the disguise/sense that they run away and start a new life, it’s almost like he separates her from this VERY massive part of himself. but when it comes to manon it’s not just a future wife he sees it’s a future queen for a kingdom he will have to rebuild and idk i really love that it shows how far he’s come that he’s finally accepted all sides of himself and is willing to give all sides of himself, and it also shows how highly he views manon.

So, I have this weird thing where I’ll think or react in meme. Reading this, I was literally making this face

YES ANON!

I have thought this very same thing though I’ve never stated it as well as you have. ❤️

I’ve always thought of it in terms of Dorian finally accepting his throne and his responsibility, things he said he’d give up for both Celaena and Sorscha. He wasn’t willing to do that for Manon. He wanted to stay with her and the Thirteen, but he chose instead to go to Morath and find the last key.

Some people might look at that and say it’s proof that he doesn’t really have feelings for Manon. Or all he feels is lust. But to me it always meant exactly what you’ve said. He’s matured enough to know what he has to do (versus what he wants) and he makes the choice to do it. He’s grown enough to accept himself completely. Yes, he loved Celaena and Sorscha, but he didn’t really love himself. And as cliche as that might sound, it’s not until KoA that he’s at a point where I think he’s able to be in a successful long term relationship.

Does he “love” Manon by the end of KoA? I’d argue he does. Though he’s maybe not at a point where he can fully recognize it and admit it to himself. Or say it out loud*. He processed a lot of the grief and trauma of Sorscha’s death in the last book, which was part of his path to accepting himself and his role as king. But he’s not done healing, and still has to deal with his father’s legacy. So, I don’t know if he’s made the connection between “I’ll only marry for love” and “there’s only one witch who will be my queen.” I’d say the subtext and his actions show it. And I’d argue the same for Manon. But we aren’t given the word on page because they still need time, Manon especially.

I think Dorian is someone who falls in love pretty easily. Whether he tells the other person or we as readers are told, it happens fast. And I think the fact we’re not told that with Manon - he thinks about and tells her he cares a lot for her, he comes to associate her with happiness, he thinks of her as his mirror and equal - isn’t a bad thing. In my opinion, it just reinforces what you said here. He’s not rushing into things, pledging to give up everything and think only about what he wants, like he did in earlier books. We see that when Manon proposes a marriage alliance. He wants to say yes, even after she makes it sound like a sacrifice**. But he knows that would be selfish, and not just in terms of “caging” her. It would mean giving up the path he’s chosen to find the key and stop Erawan. And you’re right. He thinks highly of her and respects her.

That’s not to say he didn’t respect Celaena and Sorscha. He totally did. But he didn’t respect himself. He does now. They were integral to Dorian’s character development. In the same way Sam and Chaol led Celaena/Aelin to Rowan, they led Dorian to Manon.

Manon is the outlier in a lot of ways. She’s “like nothing he’d ever had before.” She accepts the darkness in him, never judging him for what he was in the past or what he did in the valg collar. But she still challenges him as a person and king. She has strengths where he has weaknesses and vice versa.

I don’t know how much sense I’ve made here. Some of these things seem counterintuitive on the surface. But when you look at where both Dorian and Manon began and where they ended in their character arcs, I think they make a solid relationship. More solid than any he was in before.

Also, I did a search of “queen” in the first three ebooks and very quickly checked the times he mentioned Sorscha in KoA and you’re right. Dorian never thinks of Celaena or Sorscha as his queen, only Manon. Of the three, I’m almost positive he never refers to anyone but Manon as his equal.

This was a long reply lol! But thank you for bringing this up anon! I’ve thought about it a lot and even tried to incorporate it into some of my fics (including the one I’m working on now). It’s so great when others pick up on themes that tend to be overlooked in the fandom.

I have to say, I am totally here for this little resurgence of Manorian love and content!! Where is their book??!? 😭

* @itach-i and I have a head canon that hello witchling/princeling becomes their way of saying I love you before they finally admit they’re in love. 🗑

**Manon should’ve stopped while she was ahead 😂 but politics aren’t always her strong suit.

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #kingdom of ash #anon ask #I need to reread the series now lol #or at least all the Manon and Dorian parts

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feysandfeels · 3 years

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Bless that T Swift/SJM crossover anon!! Can I add some other ones?!

The 1 - Chaol & Celaena after she’s Aelin again (or Chaol & Nesryn.....poor Chaol)

The Last Great American Dynasty - more like the Last Great Terrasen Dynasty lol

My Tears Ricochet - Aelin @ Arobyn

Mirrorball - Lysandra

Mad Woman = AELIN

The Lakes - Aelin talking about Rowan when she’s tired of it all

Not my (Chloe Ting sponsored) ass realizing just now that the original anon meant all the sjm pairings, but since I’m deep in the acotar trash atm I only made those.

ACOTAR I & II

Apologies jeje.

Manorian: generally speaking they have such reputation vibes. Immaculate record for immaculate couple.

... Ready for it? - “But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom” // “Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta” // “You should see the things we do, baby In the middle of the night, in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you So I take my time Are you ready for it?”. Listen do I really need to explain this or do we all just see it?. This song has the electricity, the sexyness, the roughness, the daring aspect that makes manorian be the GOD tier couple that they are.

I’d Lie - Right, bare with me but I will lol at this forever because Manon is basically “And I could tell you his favorite color's green He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie”. It’s such a weird song to associate with them but it fits her so well hahahahaha because my girl lives in such denial that I just can’t hahahahahahaaha and like “I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine” this is MANON FOR DORIAN ALL THE TIME, and everyone is like but we see you wanting him so just do something about it!!!

Rowaelin

Willow - this screams Rowan looking at Aelin: “Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man”. He straight up left Maeve and the blood pact thingy they had for the blond girl he met three months prior. Also “Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars Now this is an open-shut case Guess I should've known from the look on your face Every bait and switch was a work of art”, this speaks of the vulnerability shared through HoF about their scars and of Rowan realizng that every step he took was so he would met her. Willow is Rowan’s song for Aelin.

The Lakes- LET HER GO TO TERRASEN WHERE ALL THE POETS WENT TO DIE, LET HER STAY SO THAT WISTERIA GROWS AROUND HER FEET BECAUSE SHE HASN’T MOVED IN YEARS.

Elorcan

Hoax - the balance of the deep betrayal and the love, the hurt and the I would choose you again all of the nuances of Lorcan’s betrayal and the shattered illusions that speak of them even in their absences, are in Hoax: “Stood on the cliffside Screaming, "Give me a reason" Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would dI believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do”.

Lysandeon

Paper rings- “The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe”. This song matches their energy so well even if the lyrics don’t all offer exact parallels. They did however play cat and mouse for a month or two or three. “I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want” Lysandra being accustomed to the finer things in life but she would slum it for Aedion; she is here for thick and thin.

Nesraq:

Gorgeous - “Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend (Chaol), he's older than us He's in the club (palace) doing, I don't know what (Yrene....) You're so cool (Sartaq really is the coolest), it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)” // You make me so happy (dude Nesryn loves spending time with him and he feels valued), it turns back to sad (fuck what about Chaol.. we promised each other it give it ago), yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have (because he’s the prince and I’m not royal) You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”.

Chaorene:

Dancing with our hands tied - even if the lyrics don’t create perfect parallels, I think the main theme of the song being two people that want to be together, but feel their relationship has a lot of baggage would fit them well. Yrene has to get over her hate for Adarlan (even though she has every every every right to hate Adarlan) and Chaol has to get over *himself*. “I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted”.

Sam x Celaena:

I know places - them trying to run away so they could find a safe place to be in love? indeed. Me crying right now because they never got to? you bet: “'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes And guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we runBaby, I know places we won't be found and They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down Cause I, I, I, I know places we can hide, I, I (...)”.

Dorian x Celaena:

The Way I loved you - To Dorian from Aelin... with love, friendship love that is. Because she recognizes the potential in him, in them, she knows he would be good to her and she knows that she indeed fell for him hard enough to want him for herself, but it just doesn’t feel like *that* anymore.

Red - From Dorian’s perspective: “Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”// “Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted Was right there in front of you Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words To your old favorite song Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword And realizing there's no right answer”. They were literally a crash and burn. But neither of them can actually bring themselves to regret it. It was fun while it lasted and in its way it brought them closer.

Chaol x Celaena:

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - self explanatory, this is them through QoS. My Celorian ass is here for this pettiness I will take no criticism.

Forever and Always - “Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure So here's to everything coming down to nothing Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore” This was essentially Chaol’s thought process wondering why him an Celaena don’t work anymore and feeling like... a “we were supposed to be together 5ever what happened.... besides me not doing much to prevent her bff’s death and working for the dude that orchestrated the murder of her nation ?”

August - if I’m being honest this song fits them too not my fave song from folklore being for my least favorite couple in this story but if I gave Feylin some of my all time favorites I can give this one to them, but like “But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it” Even though Chaol was ready to leave it all for her (he would literally cancel plans.. his life plans in case she’d call) she knew that this was an impossibility, their time was brief and it slipped away like a bottle of wine. She could never be his, because she was not entirely herself with him being Aelin meant opening up a lot of things and if Chaol had a hard time getting past a lot of Celaena’s traits then we can imagine the work, literally work he would have to do to accept Aelin... you know what, we don’t have to imagine it... it’s right there in QoS and ToD, anywho, he could never write his name on her back because she was never his, because he did not accept her for all that she was.

Aelin x Dorian x Chaol:

Long live - “I said, remember this moment, in the back of my mind The time we stood with our shaking hands The crowds in stands went wild We were the kings and the queens” // “Will you take a moment? Promise me this That you'll stand by me forever But if, God forbid, fate should step in And force us into a goodbye If you have children some day When they point to the pictures Please tell them my name Tell them how the crowds went wild Tell them how I hope they shine Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life, with you” // I’m emotional right now and I need to cry it out.

I’m not 100% sure on the Chaoyrene one... but I think it’s good enough for me to post this hahaha

Anywho, I hope whoever asked for this enjoyed it 💛💛

#Feysandfeelsasks #Rowaelin #Manorian #Elorcan #Chaorene #Nesraq #Lysandion #Celorian #I don't know what Chaol and Celaena were #sorry

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ladybookstan · 2 years

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001 Throne of Glass 👀👀👀

Hii Nikii, how are you, Queen??

Thanks for askinggg♥️

Spoilers Alert 🙂⚠️⚠️

Favorite character: Okaay, the list is long: Dorian Havilliard, Manon Blackbeak, Elide Lochan, Abraxos, Lorcan Salvaterre, Gavriel, The Thirteen, Yrene Towers, Sartaq, Sorscha, Lysandra.

Least Favorite character: Maeve and Erawan, i hate them, your grace.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Elorcan, Manorian, Chaorene, Nestaq, Sorscha and Sam (in another world🤧).

Character I find most attractive: Hellooo? Dorian Havilliard, Lorcan Salvaterre, Gavriel, Sartaq, Chaol..... And my Ladies: Manon Blackbeak, Elide Lochan, Yrene Towers, Nesryn Faliq, The Thirteen, i love them, your grace🛐

Character I would marry: Dorian Havilliard or Gavriel 💅🏻🥂👰🏻🍾💍💐💒

Character I would be best friends with: Elide Lochan, Nesryn Faliq, Ghislaine Blackbeak (because she's a nerd reader too).

A random thought: Everyone in Aelin's Court has done some shit, not just Lorcan. I said what I said.

An unpopular opinion: Dorian is very underrated. By the fandom and by SJM herself.

My Canon OTP: Elorcan🛐🛐

My Non-canon OTP: Sorscha and Sam🤧♥️

Most Badass Character: Hello? Manon Badass Blackbeak. My momy💅🏻🛐

Most Epic Villain: Maeve.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Lysaedion.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Aedion Ashryver, Gavriel, Vaungh, Roland Havilliard, Kaltain Rompier, Asterin Blackbeak.

Favourite Friendship: The Thirteen, Chaol and Dorian, Manon and Elide, Manon and Abraxos.

Character I most identify with: Elide Lochan, Sorscha and Ghislaine Blackbeak.

Character I wish I could be: Manon Blackbeak.

#niki <3 #my asks #throne of glass series

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starbornvalkyrie · 3 years

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candy cane pants

Winter Drabbleland: Day Two - Manorian

Today is for my bb @theoceanfaewriter from the prompt: “Wow. That is quite the Christmas outfit.” I’m sorry it’s a day late and a little on the shorter side, and not gonna lie, kinda angsty pls don’t kill me Nyka, but I promise I’ll be back on track tomorrow! Enjoy!

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winter drabbleland masterlist [ i’m still taking prompts, check this masterlist for details! ]

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Miss Lysandra Ennar and Mister Aedion Ashryver on Saturday, 26 December 2020.

The ceremony will be held at 3PM, Christmas-themed reception to follow.

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Manon glanced at her watch for the fifth time in the last minute, knowing her attempts to make time go backwards were futile. She loathed being late, but her insufferable boyfriend had a penchant for being so.

They had an hour between the ceremony for Lysandra and Aedion’s wedding and the reception to change from black tie to “Christmas festive”. Manon didn’t mind because it meant she didn’t have to endure hours in stiletto heels, her usual outfit of a sweater and leggings were acceptable for an outing for once.

And if she was to be completely honest, the Christmas sweater Asterin knitted for her was her favorite. She would wear it all year round if she could. She still wasn’t over the loss of her cousin, and this sweater was the last gift she ever received from her.

Now’s not the time, Manon, she scolded herself. It was no secret that Manon loved the holiday, and with her friends finally getting married, there was no room for sad thoughts today.

Dorian chose that moment to exit the bedroom and join Manon in the living room, effectively stopping her dismal train of thought as she took in his attire. He stood before her wearing candy cane striped chinos and white Chelsea boots. Boots that used to be white, at least. Now, they have red painted stripes and are bedazzled with diamonds. Manon wouldn’t be surprised if they were real.Traveling up his body, she sees a bright red cloak lined with white fluff over a bright green Christmas sweater. On top of his head is a silver-sequin Santa hat.

“Wow,” she remarked, “That is quite the Christmas outfit.”

Dorian’s eyes lit up at her declaration. “I’m so glad you think so,” he pulled out a garment bag from behind his back, “I got you a matching one!”

Manon’s eyes popped out of her head as Dorian unzipped the bag, revealing leggings, combat boots, a cloak, and a hat that, sure enough, matched his to a T. Manon was about to call him out for how ridiculous she thought the outfit was when she made eye contact with those sapphire blue eyes she loved so much. His eyes were hopeful and a little worried, as though he was honestly scared she would hate what he’d done for her.

It was then that she remembered what she had once told Dorian. That Christmas used to be her favorite time of the year until it wasn’t. Until it was the holiday season that took her beloved cousin from her. She hadn’t been able to celebrate Christmas the same ever since. But Dorian had remembered, and this was this way of bringing the holiday cheer back into the season for her.

She looked at the outfit he’d made for her and back to his own. She sighed, she really did love the fool, didn’t she? “Hand me the bag, Dorian.” As her boyfriend handed her bag with a smile brighter than the star on top of a tree, Manon felt that Christmas spirit filling her heart once more.

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#winter drabbleland #25 days of christmas #manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #drabbles #sfq meg writes

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emilia3546 · 3 years

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Nightmares - Manorian

Manon wakes from a nightmare, Dorian is there to comfort her, and remind her what she has to live for.

*****

Manon lurched awake, sweat clinging to her skin like blood, she stumbled away from the bed, her stomach heaving and collapsed into the wall. She forced herself to breathe, with each breath reminding herself where she was. She forced herself to look around the room, the hard oak doors, the rug at the foot of the bed, the wardrobe, the bed, all of it was the same, the same, when she wasn't, even since she had first slept here. She allowed her attention to shift to the bed itself, to the figure stirring there,

"Manon? You okay?" Dorian rubbed his eyes as he sat up, holding a hand out, "C'mere." She didn't move right away, not even when he shifted across to the edge of the bed. "What was it?" She shook her head, turning away slightly, so that he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes, the weakness it betrayed.

"I'm fine." She forced out when he made his way towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I'm fine." She insisted, but her voice broke, and she ducked away,

"Please don't hide from me." He gently turned her face back towards him, "Don't hide from me." Concern glimmered in his eyes, genuine fear for what she had seen tonight,

"The battle." She admitted, "Asterin-" A sob left her breaking off and turning round fully to face him, "My fault."

"No." Dorian pulled her tightly into his chest, "None of it was your fault, there was nothing you could have done."

"I could, I could have seen what was happening." She buried her face in his shoulder, the sobs now wracking her whole body as he led her back to the bed, fluffing up the pillows and pulling her close as he leaned against them. "You saved so many lives, Manon, without you, The Thirteen, I don't know what we would have done." She rolled her eyes, not quite believing him, "I mean it, Witchling, you did everything that anyone could have done."

"I lost them, I lost them, Princeling." Her voice broke, and he brushed her hair away from her face, holding her against him,

"I know." Candles beside them flickered into light, the room glowing in a pale light as he reached across to the bedside table. She shuffled next to him, leaning against him as he stroked her hair gently, smiling when she sighed contentedly. He pulled the book towards them, flicking it open, giving his eyes a moment to adjust before reading, "In a Kingdom long since burned to ash, there lived a princess who loved her people very much," she snuggled into him as he spoke, allowing his voice to wash over her, to wash away the pain.

"I love you." She mumbled, thinking he couldn't hear her, but her just kissed the top of her head,

"I know, I love you more." She hummed disbelievingly, and allowed her mind to wander, to consider yet again, what she had been thinking about since Yrene had suggested it first.

"Dorian?"

"Uh-huh."

"What Yrene said, would you want that? Getting married?" He stiffened for a moment before speaking,

"I don't want to tie you down, you don't want a husband who'll someday look old enough to be your grandfather."

"And what if I said that you wouldn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's a spell of sorts, I can tie my lifespan to yours, if you want me."

"You know I want you, but do you really want that?" She shifted onto her knees beside him, golden eyes meeting sapphire, as she spoke,

"I want you, all of you, if a human lifespan means I can have you, then I'll have a human lifespan." Tears re-formed in her eyes as she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he cupped her face with one hand, squeezing her waist with the other, "You taught me to love." She whispered as they pulled apart.

"Then yes, if it's what you truly want, there is nothing I want more than to call you my wife."

"Chaol's going to have a heart attack." She chuckled as he pulled her back into another kiss, and she opened, allowing his tongue to sweep into her mouth, claiming her, as she claimed him.

"I think he'll survive."

#throne of glass #tog #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manon x dorian #manorian #fanfiction #fanfic

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abruisedmuse · 4 years

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Handle With Care

Written for @ladywitchling, “Something with Manorian and children” Here ya go babes

WC: 4747

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"Manon, I'm sorry," he said, weaving his silken, slim tie underneath each other. Looping it into a knot pulling it flush against the white-collar, "I didn't think I'd be called in when I told Aelin we could."

Her arms folded tight across her chest. Leaning against the crowning of the door frame. Fixing him a pointed look through the mirror. Holding his gaze, gold meeting sapphire. She watched her husband run his long fingers through perfectly coiled blue-black hair.

"Since it was your suggestion. Why don't you take her to work?" she questioned, surveying the way his solid muscle moved underneath his button-down. Crimson lips pursing as her gaze swept over him.

He simply turned towards her, a lazy smile from a mouth that harbored all sorts of wicked things. Dorian pinned her against the door. A hand settling on her hip. Her palms splayed across his chest.

"I can't or I would. Besides, it’s not for long. Chaol said Duke needs to have a finance meeting immediately, " Manon rolled her eyes, huffing out a response while Dorian brushed his nose along hers, hovering his mouth over Manon's blood-red ones, "Are you telling me Manon Havilliard can't handle a toddler?" If it wasn’t displayed so roguishly on his handsome face, she could hear his mocking smile in the words.

Her lips curled upward, coiling at his tie bringing his lips hovering over hers, “Oh I can. And you will bring me that big bottle of merlot from Wendlyn Wines and sushi when you get home,” She tugged him a tad closer, feeling his breath hot against her mouth. Like the caress of a heated wind kissing her lips.

Dorian dropped a hand gripping her waist firmly. She in turn tilted her head, holding his gaze. His words fell from his lips, tone dark and sensual, “I’ll give you something big alright.”

He closed the short distance between them, nipping at her bottom lip before claiming her mouth. A soft moan came from her, slipping her tongue between his parted lips searching for his. Dorian pressed his wife harder into the door, hearing it smack against the wall behind them. Her hands slid up into the perfectly styled hair all set for a day's worth of meetings. Just when his hands moved to cup her pert ass and lift her. The doorbell chimed ringing through both floors of the house. Breaking apart from each other, both with heavy breaths and blushed cheeks. Manon fixed her loose fitted shirt the color of granite giving him a chaste kiss.

“Finish getting ready. I’ll get her,” She turned to leave their room.

He called out to Manon as she reached the hallway smiling at her with encouragement, “You’re gonna do great.”

“I know."

Dorian knew the way she said it, his wife wasn't so sure.

It wasn’t that Manon had some irrational fear of kids. She simply didn’t know what to do with them. Despite her cousin Asterin having one and Elide having two. Manon had successfully dodged babysitting. Until now. Two years into marriage and the question was like a battering ram. To her and Dorian both. Have you thought about kids? Do you know time is ticking? She was a thirty-year-old woman and they had a few years before “time was ticking”. The happily married couple had discussed it. Plenty of times and the answer was always the same. If it happens, then it was meant to be. The Havilliards were perfectly content with their huskies, Abby and Abraxos. That was their family. Having a child wasn’t on top of their lists. At least for Manon.

For Dorian, the more their friends had children the more she noticed the longing on his face. Whether it was family gatherings, dinners, or birthdays he was always with the kids. Playing whatever games they asked and roughhousing with them. Majority of the time a babe would be in his arms. Or an older child on his hip or his shoulders. The warmth and tenderness would fill her watching him play the role of fun uncle. Knowing how good he would be as a dad. Manon knew her husband only said if it happens to appease her. To let her know it was okay and he’d wait months, years for her to be ready. It seemed now, she would have a test to see if she was. If she’d ever be.

Manon walked out of their room and down the hall, following the loud noises of their dogs barking relentlessly in a chorus of excitement. She shouted at the door, knowing it was Aelin on the other side. Quickly she pulled the sliding glass door open ushering the dogs outside. Closing it after Abby stepped onto the porch. Manon rushed to the front door pulling it open with a twist of the knob. Aelin stood in the doorway, a backpack over her shoulder filled to the brim. Looking more like she was preparing Manon for a hike in the Terrasen mountains and not watching a child. Manon’s gaze fell to the girl, standing up to Aelin’s knee, Keira Whitehorn. Her hair primarily taking after her father. Though thanks to her mother most likely, it was a lighter shade. More of pale moonlight. Close to Manon’s. The girl sported evenly split pigtails that bounced as she swayed behind her mother. Besides the hair shade, she looked practically identical to her. Including the traditional Ashryver eyes, turquoise, and gold.

It was then Manon noticed the shimmer on Keira’s lips and the bright pink on her cheeks. Manon arched a brow at the look. Aelin must’ve caught the confused look in her eyes as she sighed.

“Kay refused to leave until she did her makeup. Because auntie Manon likes makeup. She’s in a copycat phase, “ Aeling said handing over the bag. Manon took it setting it inside her home, “It’s pretend makeup and will come off with water. Anyways, Good Morning.”

She thought most of the kids tolerated her because they loved Dorian so much. Honestly, she believed they were scared of her. Which was ridiculous although given her usual cold appearance understandable. It was never the kids' fault, Manon just had a people tolerance level and after some point, she was ready to go home and be with her dogs and Dorian. He always felt the same, Dorian just had a better way of masking it. Little Keira wanted to copy her, to be like her. Manon could truly say she was touched by this notion.

“Good Morning, “ Manon crouched down to Keira’s level, a softness in her voice that surprised even her, “Not bad, I could give you some pointers if you’d like, I might need a model... If your mother is okay with it that is.”

Keira gasped, eyes widening tugging on her mother's blazer, “Please oh please!” she begged, working her best puppy face.

“Your father would have a fit,” Aelin commented, running her fingers as if in thought before flashing a grin, “but his face would be priceless. Do it.”

“What are we doing?”

Manon heard her husband question as he stepped behind her. Keira shouted his name flying into his arms. Dorian hoisted her up, keeping her on the seat of his hips. Keira’s small four-year-old face lit up as bright as the smile on his. Gone was the seductive prowl of the man moments ago who almost took his wife against a door. Yet, Manon found him equally desirable at this moment.

“Manon’s gonna do my makeup,” she giggled.

“She is?” he quipped, looking over at her. Manon shrugged as if saying, it’s what she wants.

“I have to go. Thanks again you guys,” Aelin kissed her daughter's brow, “Don’t be a terror,” the girl twisted her brows pouting her face, “too much of a terror. I love you and I’ll see you tonight.”

Keira said her goodbyes as Aelin walked away shouting good luck. As she peeled out of the parking lot Dorian slid Keira into Manon’s arms. Manon kept her steady on her hip. She’s held kids before, but the feeling always felt off to her. Dorian pressed a quick peck to her cheek, as he ruffled the top of Keira’s hair musing up the perfectly brushed strands pulled into elastic bands.

“I should go too. The sooner I get this over with. The sooner I can come home.”

Manon nodded, “Remember your promise. Sushi and wine. The big bottle.”

He leaned over growling against her ear that sent a shiver down her spine, “I told you there’s something bigger I’d rather give you,” teeth nipping at her ear. Causing her body to heat at the wanton touch. Prick.

Manon squeezed Keira tightly as she stepped back, shoving Dorian in the shoulder as he laughed, “I'm holding a kid you rutting ass-” he cut his wife off with a quick searing kiss.

“Language Havilliard. There’s a child present,” Dorian quipped.

Manon glared at her ass of a husband. He grinned, his sapphire eyes shining bright in the sunlight. Suddenly his features turned soft and caring. Then Manon knew why he did what he did. To ease her tension. On the outside, she appeared calm and ready for a day with a four-year-old. On the inside, she was still nerve wrecked. Taking care of kids wasn’t something she knew nor understood. In mere minutes it would only be Manon and Keira. When Manon glanced over to the girl in her arms, with pretend makeup on for her. She felt the uneasiness begin to ebb away.

Dorian flashed her a glance that said, If you need me just call, but I think you’ve got this.

Manon placed the young girl down onto the cemented ground, approaching her husband kissing him ever so lightly on his lush lips, "I love you. Have a good day at work,” she responded in the way a loving wife would. Manon whispered into his ear far away from the peering ears of the toddler behind her, “Bring me my wine or that big thing can find your hand tonight.”

His only response was a low hungry purr. Dorian knelt to Keira, wrapping her in a tight embrace as he said his goodbye. How he can be in a state of primal desire and tender to a child in the same breath, Manon didn’t know. Only that her desire and love for him grew. With a wink and an I’ll call you later he left, leaving behind Manon and Keira as they went inside.

“Auntie Manon?” Keira questioned following Manon to the patio door. She didn’t wait for her aunt to respond, “You don’t have to worry. Mommy calls daddy a bastard all the time.”

“I see.” it was the only thing she could muster in the shock of this four-year-old saying bastard. Then again she is Aelin’s child.

After Manon let the dogs in and they kissed all over the little girl. The duo went to their food and skittered off somewhere in the house. Keira flopped onto the crimson sofa as Manon sat next to her. The little girl kicked her feet as her aunt chewed her bottom lip lost in thought. Manon was good at thinking on her toes, but with kids, she was unsure of what to do. Sure she promised her make up lessons. By Aelin’s response, she thought it better to wait until later.

The girl leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, “Mama told me you met uncle Dorian on my birthday at the hospital.”

Manon bit back a smile recalling the memory of Asterin's thirteen-hour delivery and the sapphire blue-eyed idiot who wouldn’t leave her alone in the general waiting room, “I did.”

“So you fell in love and married because of me?”

“If that’s what you wanna think kid.” Manon drawled.

Things fell to another beat of silence. Manon was sure the dogs were sprawled out on her bed, napping. The living room felt still and awkward. She could hear the rustle of Keira’s tutu as she moved and twisted angling herself to look at Manon. Manon looked at her from the corner of her eyes as the girl watched her and she could tell Keira had more questions.

“Why don’t you have a baby? Do you want a baby? Mommy says you’re not sure. Daddy tells her it’s none of her business. She sticks out her tongue and then he gives her a spanking,” Keira rushed that all out in a single breath. It was more of Rowan and Aelin then she cared to know.

“Well you’re father is right. It is none of her business and I don’t know."

Manon prayed to whatever God would listen that this conversation would end and soon. She didn’t want to find some child-like way of explaining her fears. Terrified of being a horrible mother. Growing up she didn’t have a mother figure. Her mother and father passed away in a tragic accident. Her grandmother was a hard woman with a cold heart. Because of that Manon believed in the depths of her soul, she would parent with a cold harshness. That wasn’t what she wanted for any future child of hers.

“Babies are cute and funny. You should think about it. Can we watch Frozen and have a tea party?”

Manon furrowed her brows, tapping a finger lightly on her chin, “I’ve never had a tea party before,” she didn’t miss the confused look or the gaping on the small girl, “My grandmother raised me. She wasn’t a tea party kind of person. I learned how to shoot a bow, martial arts, Sword Fighting, which sounds insane now that I think about it.”

Keira’s eyes danced like rays of sun glittering on the clear ocean waters. Her smile grew from ear to ear. If Manon had any doubt this kid belonged to Rowan and Aelin, her excitement over this showed it. With Rowan being an FBI agent in a specialized unit called The Cadre, he knew various skill sets of a violent trade. Aelin took up jiu-jitsu as well as a routine fitness regime. Which Manon knew well being they worked out together. It was no surprise Keira marveled at her confession.

“What would your parents say if I let you play with a wooden sword in the yard?” she grinned.

Keira shot her an incredulous look too much like Aelin.

"I have toy swords all over my home."

"Welp," Manon slapped a hand on her leg, "To the yard. Beat me once I'll buy Frozen and order pizza for lunch. Kids like pizza right?"

Keira nodded jumping off the sofa, speaking with enthusiasm, "Deal!"

Perhaps, this kid thing wasn't all too bad.

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There were no other words to put it. Dorian simply felt bad for his wife. He had a whole day planned for them, but when Chaol called about a meeting his irritating second cousin, Duke demanded to be held today. Citing it needed immediate attention, Dorian had no choice in the matter.

He knew she wasn’t ready for kids if she ever would be. Despite their friends around them growing their families, It suited them both just fine. True, he loved kids. He loved playing with their nieces and nephews during get-togethers, holidays, and the like. A small part of him envied the fatherly joy beheld by Rowan, Chaol, and Lorcan.

He understood the depths of her fears. That it wasn’t the thought of having kids, it was Manon’s inner conflict. The fear of treating her children the way her grandmother treated her, with little love and a brutal life. That thought usually kept her away from kids, even her goddaughter. Dorian despised her grandmother for sowing these feelings so deep into Manon.

When the few times she was with Asterin’s daughter, Stella, or how she was with their dogs, he knew Manon would be the perfect mother. Harsh and stern when needed, yet loving them with such fierceness that even the mere thought made his heart swell with pride. He hoped with two of them watching Keira it would ease that fear. Now he was sitting here in a four-walled office tapping his fingers along the rich mahogany desk and she was home with a child and her fears swirling inside her like darkness.

As he waited for that damned prick, Dorian looked through his emails when the camera icon caught his attention. He might not be able to be with her, but he could watch her. Was it an invasion of privacy? Probably. Would she beat his ass for it? Yes. If he saw her acting like a mother, perhaps he could ease those wicked feelings. It was worth the risk. Clicking the icon and waiting for the cameras to appear he wasn’t prepared for the video that popped up.

There was his wife, her precious crimson blanket passed down from her family on her father’s side, wrapped around her neck like a cloak. Something in her hand, a wooden sword he assumed. Dorian rubbed his palm over his face, keeping it over his mouth hiding his laugh. His wife was in their yard with a play sword clashing against a toddler. Noticing Keira’s hair was now pulled into a braid just like Manon as the small girl charged at her, most likely with a warrior’s cry. His dogs running beside her.

He could envision himself there, with a child of their own running through the yard. With a kid and the dogs trailing behind as he or she chased down their parents. Until they would collide into each other, Dorian tickling the kid while he busied kissing his wife. Abby and Abraxos jumping in on the fun licking whoever they could. Or until one of them fell, like Keira just did of the gravel clutching her legs. He didn’t have to be there to know the girl was crying a wallop of tears falling down her small face. Manon threw the sword down undoing the blanket immediately scooping the girl in her arms and running into their home.

His phone rang as Dorian looked over Manon’s distressed face appearing on his screen. Flicking the answer key he held up his phone smiling at her pretending he didn’t witness the events that unfolded, “Having fun?”

“Dorian I broke the kid," Manon confessed

“Babe you didn’t break her,” he noted the worry hidden behind her golden gaze.

Keira was crying and whimpering in the background. From what he could see, Aelin’s daughter sat on the toilet. Legs propped up, with two bright red knee caps, a deep scarlet slowly trickling down. Manon wiped the blood away once more.

“I already cleaned both knees, but I can’t find any band-aids,” she rushed out, setting her phone down.

Dorian watched as she lowered herself to Keira. Brushing a thumb affectionately over the girl’s tiny hand. The touch he could tell was gentle like a mother’s caress. Manon tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

“You’re a tough girl right?” she said soothingly. Keira sniffled, nodding her head. Manon took a tissue wiping Keira’s tears away, “Tough girls can cry when we get hurt, but we’re strong right?” Another nod followed by a smile from his wife, “ Tough girls dry there eyes because these,” pointing to her knees, “Are your battle scars from defeating the evil witch queen. You should wear them with pride.”

“Okay,” Keira’s voice was barely above a whisper. Dorian was lucky enough to hear it, “We can watch Frozen now? With pizza and a tea party?”

“Soon as I find the band-aids."

Dorian refused to bring attention to what he witnessed. He’d save that for later.

“Manon look on the top shelf in the cabinet. We have a first aid kit in the kitchen too.”

Picking up the phone she replied, “Thanks. I’ll text you later.” and then she clicked off the phone.

Dorian sat in this meeting bored out of his mind. What any part of this couldn’t wait till Monday he didn’t understand. He was only half paying attention to the discussion. His mind on other things as in his wife having a tea party with pizza and Disney films. Being the CEO of Havilliard Enterprises he knew this was highly unprofessional. However, as the man in charge, he could do as he pleased. To which included pulling his phone out and accessing the security cameras of his home. Dorian leaned into the armchair of his cushioned leather seat. Eyes scanning the small squares until he found the camera angled in his living room. If the swordplay warmed his heart, this melted it entirely.

There sat Manon, her back braced against the sofa, tucked in between the base and the coffee table. A box opened in front of her that Dorian figured was pizza. He stifled a laugh seeing she had two coffee mugs on the table and not teacups. It was hard to tell what part of the movie was playing. Seeing Keira twirling around and pulling Manon to her feet, he knew the iconic song that every parent abhorred was about to play. The pride and love in him radiated watching Manon pretend to use ice magic and what he guessed was sing with Keira.

“Mr. Havilliard I had no idea fiances put a smile like that on your face,” Perrington commented in a way that seemed to be a falsified attempt at pleasantries, “Or was I disturbing something important?” he questioned raising his brow.

It was this moment, Dorian knew he’d have enough. This dreadful meeting could wait. He wanted to be near his wife and niece.

Turning his phone off returning it to his pocket as he stood grabbing his blazer from his chair, the faintest glare on his face, “Truthfully Mr. Perrington. I find this immediate finance meeting on a Saturday unimportant. Nothing you have mentioned needed any sense of urgency and could have easily waited until Monday,” Duke went to speak and Dorian held up a hand, “I’m not finished. To answer your question yes you did disturb something important today. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to leave now and we can continue this Monday. Disturb me again when things do not need urgency and you will find yourself out of a job,”

“You wouldn’t do that to your second cousin would you?”

Dorian had to reign in the gag at his pathetic attempt of innocence.

“You mean the same cousin who believes I am unfit to run this company?” Dorian’s smile turned wicked almost lethal striding over to him, clapping a shoulder on the older man squeezing it tightly, “Enjoy your day Duke,” Dorian lowered his head down, “My warning holds. I will fucking fire you.”

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With that Dorian walked away from the grey walled meeting room, leaving a raging Duke Perrington behind. Dorian didn’t care, he was going to go home.

Opening the door with Manon’s favorite merlot in hand, he noticed it was quiet. Too quiet for a four-year-old and two dogs. As if they heard him thinking Abby and Abraxos showed up. Dorian hung his keys on the wall before petting them. He looked around for any movement and saw nothing. The couch was empty and the tv stayed on the rental screen. Settling the bottle on their counter he walked through the house.

“Man? I’m home,” he wondered if they were hiding from him. He did send her a message after all. Maybe they were trying to spook him, “Babe?”

His shoes tapped along the wooden flooring down the hallway. Checking everywhere he could think, even their bedroom. No one. His heart started racing. They weren’t outside and Manon’s car was in the driveway so they didn’t leave. If anyone broke in there was no sign of struggle. Rounding the corner he noticed their library door ajar, though the lights were off. Still, he pressed on pushing against the ivory door. This was Aelin’s kid he should have looked here first.

“Manon?”

Still nothing.

He moved past the various shelves of books. All lined with fantasy, history, and whatever books caught their eyes. Walking past four aisles he wandered into the reading space. In between, two wing-backed chairs he found blankets tied on the knobs of each one, a faint glow coming from within. Dorian silently stepped forward, crouching when he opened the lip of this makeshift tent. Immediately he pulled his phone out to snap a picture before crawling inside.

In the tent, there were pillows scattered across the floor. Manon and Keira huddled in a corner a protective arm wrapped tightly around the little girl. Keira nuzzled into the nape of his wife’s neck. A small hand resting on her chest. Manon’s hand settled over Keira’s hair. Both of them breathing deeply as they slept. Carefully Dorian slipped next to his wife. The tips of his fingers, gingerly running across her arm kissing her brow as he did so. Manon shifted ever so lightly leaning into him. Her hold on Keira remaining tight.

“You’re home earlier than expected,” she whispered keeping her eyes closed.

“I can leave,” he suggested. “And take your wine with me.”

Golden eyes flashed open as quick as she could, Manon turned at him, “Don’t you dare,” she paused, “and my sushi?”

He pulled her and Keira in tighter, his nose brushing along her neck, “I was thinking after Aelin picks up Kay we can order sushi, finish what we started earlier…” he trailed off.

Manon hummed her approval, “practice making a baby,” the way she suggested it gave him the implications she was serious.

He blinked once, twice. His mouth opening several times to speak yet no words would come, until he swallowed thickly as her statement sunk in.

“Manon...Are you serious?” She turned to face him carefully slipping out and away from Keira. Sitting up Dorian followed her movements.

She thought about her day with Keira. From the sword playing to the fear and maternal instincts that kicked in when she fell. Even in her panicked moment how Dorian, unknowing to him calmed Manon. After Manon placed a bandage on her knees, Keira flung herself from the toilet hugging her. At first, she froze surprised by the action, then she returned the hug. Since then she didn't think as a sitter, or an aunt, she thought as a mother. To test it out. Manon pictured her husband with her doing these things, the movies, dancing, innocent duels, and stories in a tent.

When Keira asked for story time in a tent. They built one together, the one they sat in now. It was this moment that truly settled the notion everything would be fine. When Keira snuggled up to her as she read the book about a pig named Olivia. Occasionally Manon would glance over to the empty spot, thinking of this situation with Dorian and a child of their own. It struck her how badly she wanted this. There was an ache, a burn in her chest knowing in a couple of hours and after she does Keira’s makeup, she will be childless again. Until the foreseeable future. And she hated it.

Manon knew not every day would be perfect. There would be days she struggled. That Dorian would struggle. Days where they would argue and days where their kids would be at their absolute worst. Seeing this girl look at her today like she was the world. Filled her with a feeling she couldn’t possibly describe. It was a sensation that made the fear and those soon to be harsh days worth it.

Manon glanced over at Keira watching as she started to stir under the blanket, “Being with her today and you not being here. I kept thinking of what it would be like for us to be doing these things with our own, “turning to face Dorian once more, “I want that Dorian. I want our family to grow. I know on low days as a parent I’ll have you and you won’t let me fall.”

Dorian pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her. Resting his head over hers. Manon ran her hands down the expanse of his back, “I saw you on the security cameras playing with her. I watched you, heard you comfort her when she was hurt. Manon, you will be amazing as a mother and yes I won't let you fall. I'll be here. Always."

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dawninlatin · 4 years

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Online classes are the worst

A manorian teacher AU

Words: 1381

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Based on the prompt:

Teacher AU: When you realize Person A and Person B have the same background during zoom class and holy shit they are living together!?

By @perseannabeth (omg I hope you’re okay with me using this, if not please let me know!)

Manon was installed in her office - laptop open and an iced coffee next to her - currently giving a lecture in organic chemistry. She knew half of the class wasn’t paying attention. Knew that the muted microphones and turned-off cameras meant the student was scrolling down TikTok or sleeping or not even in the same room as their computer. But as long as she got through her lesson undisturbed, she didn’t care. It wasn’t her fucking problem if they didn’t want to learn. Organic chemistry was awesome.

Online classes was a challenge though. Manon needed to be in a physical classroom, needed to have a chalkboard to write on, needed to pace around, needed to do crazy and borderline dangerous experiments.

She had been a high school teacher for 6 years now, and she loved her job - most days, at least - but her students could never know that.

In those 6 years she had built herself a reputation of being the uncaring, cold and slightly manic science teacher. This was naturally because she had learned that the teens respected her if they were terrified of her. Nothing would beat the look of pure horror mixed with awe she had seen on the faces of twenty 16 year olds that one time she poured ethanol on her desk and then lit it on fire.

But now, instead of getting to do those kinds of experiments, she was confined to a small office in her small home, with nothing but a laptop to teach her students. It was driving her crazy.

Even if she preferred teaching in a physical classroom, Manon had to admit, she had gotten the hang of Zoom pretty quickly. They were only in their second week of online classes after all.

This lesson was going great, all things considered, at least until a message from Kyle Williams popped up on her screen. She couldn’t stop the look of horror on her face as she read it.

Kyle: Wait…isn’t that the same bookshelf Mr. Havilliard was sitting in front of yesterday?

Nora: OMG

Nora: It is!!!!!

Omar: Are they living together??

Manon tried ignoring the chat, tried continuing with her lecture, tried stopping the blush that was currently spreading on her face.

Kyle: Are they dating or something?

Ellen: I bet they’re sleeping together…

Ellen: Or what if they’re secretly married???

Freddie: Come on, can you imagine Ms. Blackbeak married to someone?

Kyle: And Mr. Havilliard of all people…

Theo: So they are sleeping together then?!

Nora: EW! I don’t wanna imagine them sleeping together…

She wanted to die. She had to quit her job, had to leave town, had to go away…she could never step foot in her classroom ever again…

Ellen: But now that you mention it, they always look at each other really weird

Theo: And they are staying in the same house atm…

Omar: What if they have kids?!

Freddie: Ms. Blackbeak does not have kids

Freddie: I have never even seen her smile, imagine her with Mr. Havilliard

Jenna: I’m freaking out over here…

Kyle: Omg, now I can’t stop imagining them having sex…

That was enough, she needed to end this before she died of humiliation. Then she needed to say goodbye to her loved ones, because she would be imprisoned for life for murdering a bunch of teenagers.

While closing the chat window - and ignoring the sound of countless more messages - she schooled her features back into a bored look. «Okay, that’s enough for today.»

The messages abruptly stopped, and Manon couldn’t help the smirk spreading on her face, beet read as it was. «I want you to spend the rest of the lesson reading through the chapter on organic chemistry, and then I want a 2000 word paper on a subject you find interesting in that chapter delivered to me by Monday.»

Writing a paper hadn’t been part of her plan, but she needed to do something to make her students suffer, if only to stop herself from committing murder.

Manon ended the meeting, not bothering with the groans and complaints coming from her students. She had to quit her job now, anyway…

She shut the laptop, pushed her chair back from the desk, leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

«FUCK!»

Dorian was sitting at the kitchen table, grading book reports when he heard his girlfriend curse loudly, before marching across the hall and slamming the bedroom door shut. He silently counted to ten before standing up and following her.

Opening the door, he found that Manon was already lying under the cover, ignoring his presence. Dorian was curious to what had put her in such a mood - wasn’t she supposed to have a lecture right now? - but he knew his girlfriend, knew he needed to wait until she was ready to talk about whatever was wrong.

These past two weeks had been hard on them, but Manon especially. Not only because of the virus, he thought to himself. Dorian was doing okay, he didn’t mind staying inside, and he’d gotten a lot more time to read lately, but Manon wasn’t like him. She hated staying inside, hated sitting still. She might not admit it, but he knew the lockdown was challenging for her.

While slipping of his jacket, he padded over to their bed, laying down beside her. He gave her a few seconds to tell him to fuck off, before scooting closer and putting his arms around her when she stayed silent. She sighed at the contact, pulling the covers down slightly so he could see part of her face.

«Apparently, Kyle fucking Williams is in your English class, because during my science lecture today he noticed we use the same room.» Hearing the anger and annoyance in her voice, Dorian tried his best not to laugh, but as she gave him a deadly glare, he knew he had failed.

«Is it so bad? That they know, I mean.»

Manon groaned, burying her face in the covers once again. «I’m so embarrassed,» she said, her voice muffled.

Dorian let out a small chuckle, pulling her closer. Manon had been clear from the beginning of their relationship about how they couldn’t be seen together at work. He had been a little unsure of hiding it, but she had assured him that this was all about her, and all about her reputation at school, so Dorian respected her wishes. Manon wasn’t comfortable with displaying affection publicly in the same way that he was. She kept her feelings to herself, and those that were the closest to her. And Dorian had to admit, he kinda liked being the only one she truly opened up to. The only one who saw her smile and laugh and being giddy with love. It made him feel special. Even if he wanted to shout from the rooftops how much he loved Manon Blackbeak.

«It’s forgotten in a few weeks,» he said to her in an attempt to lure her out of her hiding spot.

«They’ll never listen to me again,» she complained, her head now peeking out.

Dorian pressed a light kiss to her forehead. «You’ll be just as awesome and just as scary as before, promise.»

She rolled her eyes in answer. «Why should I trust you?»

«Because you love me?» He poked her lightly in the side, now determined to make her smile.

Manon shook her head, murmuring something that sounded like «not in the slightest» into the thick blanket.

«You’re adorable right now, you know that?» Dorian teased, peppering her face with kisses. He expected her to bat his hand away, but she only leaned into his chest, sighing in defeat.

«You’re not making the situation any better right now…»

«You’ll be fine. Besides-,» he trailed his hands down her body, to her stomach, and the small bump that had begun to form, «they’ll definitely know in six months, cause we’ll have a baby then.»

Manon turned around so she faced him, a small smile finally playing on her lips. Dorian met her eyes, and found himself slightly taken aback by the amount of love and adoration he felt for this woman. «I love you,» he whispered against her lips.

«I love you too,» she whispered back, her mouth meeting his.

A/N: Hey!

I am sory for the mess that is this fic, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, I need sleep...

Also, I'm sorry for not writing a new chapter of Queen of Peace, but that chapter will take time, and time is something I do not have atm, sooooo, I will try and update it on Friday:)

If you bothered reading all of it, congrats, I stan<3

I love reading your comments, so feel free letting me know what you think:)

Also did anyone get the vine reference...? God I really should sleep...

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rhyswhitethorn · 4 years

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"I ACCIDENTALLY BURNED THE KITCHEN DOWN BECAUSE I WANTED YOU TO HAVE A NICE DINNER THEN PROPOSE TO YOU SOO..." for ANY ship!

This was fun to write, but I apologize if it’s a little on the short side :< It took me 5 minutes to decide whether it would be a Manorian thing or Elriel thing, and ended up deciding on the latter. Only cause Manon would just shake her head at Dorian in disappointment.

Also, a little bit of fluff!! Just a teeny tiny bit.

Burnt Proposals (ELRIEL)

Azriel was fucked. He was fucked, ten times over, and until he was long dead and paying for his sins in the Afterlife. He knew it. The kitchen was covered in soot, the air filled with the smells of burnt meat and wood. He stood by the island, beholding the destruction that had happened under his similarly burnt hands.

Azriel blinked as Nuala and Cerridwen rushed around, trying to clean up the ashy mess. The half-wraiths had already thrown out the turkey he had placed in the oven, and Nuala even had the nerve to lecture him about leaving the stove on for the sauce without monitoring it.

For a spymaster, you’re not very observant with your cooking, she had claimed. Azriel had just sighed at that. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it, and had not known what to clean first before the twins had walked in and taken over. He didn’t even know what to look at first. He just watched as they skittled around, as if it wasn’t a big deal. He finally settled on looking at the cause of the explosion; the source of the boom. The chrome coloured stove.

That beautiful stove. A gift from Feyre to Elain, procured by Azriel himself in the mortal world filled with Faerie in the rich city of Nova Avian. Studying it, he winced when he saw that the right side of it has melted significantly, along with a small part of the countertop beside it. That wasn’t the worse part. though. He surveyed the wooden cupboards and beams that surrounded the top half of the kitchen.

Or the lack of it, anyway.

Rhysand’s mother had never allowed Cassian or Rhys to cook in the kitchen of her cottage when they were training for this very reason. Only Azriel was allowed, and that was only to cook eggs.

She would’ve pulled his ear if she knew what he had just done.

Should he try to get a new stove before Elain comes home? Who was he kidding. It would take weeks for it to come here by ship. He gritted his teeth. trying to grind his gears to figure out a solution. Maybe he could bribe Rhysand into making Elain stay with Feyre for a little while. Not until this mess was sorted. Would she realize there’s a different stove in the kitchen if he replaced it for the time being?

The Fawn, he heard, an echo into his ear. The shadows around it twirled and curled, before dissipating. Azriel was still trying to think of an answer for his problem when he realized what his shadows were saying.

He turned slowly, and before him stood Elain Archeron. Her two hands were holding a basket of fruits, mouth gaping, eyes focused behind him, to where the stove would be. He hid his wince and was well aware Nuala and Cerridwen had left. Azriel should have ushered Elain away when his shadows had warned him, but could you blame the Shadowsinger when even his shadows shy away from her? It wasn’t exactly a warning.

Fawn, fawn, fawn.

The name the shadows had given her. He continued looking at Elain as her eyes darted around, trying to understand the situation. A look on the island and a sigh before she headed towards the dining table behind, setting down the fruit basket. Right. The island was covered in soot. She walked back to Azriel and crossed her arms.

“What happened?”

He gulped. “Um, this—I don’t know. I mean I know. I just don’t know how to explain—it exploded,” Azriel managed to say, feeling his face heat up. He felt like the walls were closing in on him, and was terrified he’d burst out.

“How did it explode?” Elain’s voice was soft now.

“I was baking something in the oven and cooking something on top and I looked away for a short while.” It wasn’t short. He was trying to hide something. Five minutes, tops.

“Why were you doing all that?” She asked, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. She was so close to him now, if he leaned down, he could kiss her forehead. Her scent filled his nose at full force and—yeah, there’s the rise of anxiety.

“I accidentally burned the kitchen down because I wanted you to have a nice dinner before I proposed to you!” The words came out in a rush, and she stepped back, her eyes widening.

Elain opened her mouth and laughed.

Azriel watched her in disbelief. She laughed for a while, her eyes tearing up and her stomach coming in stitches. Everytime she looked at him, she laughed again. He just blinked at her. The shadows began curling around his arm, his face, as if they were fascinated and attracted to her joy.

She finally settled down. It wasn’t even a good second before she threw her arms around in, hugging him tightly.

“You’re not angry? Why did you laugh?” Azriel asked, his arms wrapping around her instinctively.

Her voice was soft at his neck when she said, “Because, dummy, if you actually proposed, I would’ve said yes, and I would know that there are many kitchens to be burned down after this.” Azriel froze. She had already indirectly accepted the request. Might as well just skip the nice dinner, and go on with it. He pulled away, to her dismay.

“You ruined it for me,” he said, and she was about to answer when he pulled it out.

A long, gold chain he had to stuff through his leathers, causing the loss of the stove. She watched as he lifted it above his head and placed it through hers. Elain fingered the jewelry hanging at the end. A pale pink stone in the shape of a disc, with a smaller gem in the center. Cobalt blue. Just like his siphons.

“I love it,” he heard her whisper. He smiled.

“Will you marry me, Elain Archeron?”

Elain just looked up at him, eyes shining. She glanced at the fruit basket behind her, and added, “We’ll go eat along the Sidra.” She smiled and hugged him again, only harder.

“Yes. I’ll marry you, you clumsy bat!”

His laughed filled the air, followed by hers, and in that moment, the soot covered kitchen and melted stove was forgotten.

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Modern Manorian AU - Royals Magazine - Feature: Dorian Havilliard

And Dorian’s feaure is finally here! Hope you all enjoy it. Manon’s feature is coming afterwards and I’m soooo excited for that ;D

Includes full interview under the cut. Read on AO3 here.

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In the midst of a geopolitical crisis that had threatened the existence of the realm of Erilea stood a young king bent, broken but unbowed as he raced against time to thwart the enemy that has long kept his father's kingdom and now his own in its shadows. Now, years after the passing of the storm, King Dorian Havilliard II finds himself in reflection of the years lost and the years found as he governs Adarlan in stride.

Since the first appearance of the then heir apparent on the tabloids of the Rifthold Journal in a splendid attire fit for the handsome royal, it was a lascivious rumour of the young prince’s escapades inside the glass palace that permanently marked Dorian as that of an aristocratic hedonist whose existence lived off the extravagance and luxuries of the wealthy, knowing that he could absolutely get away with it.

While Dorian played the game of pomp and distraction amongst celebrity A-listers, prime ministers, and the one percent, a sinister plot by political conspirators had slowly been brewing – the overthrow of the Havilliard bloodline that has governed Adarlan for a thousand generations.

In the highest tower of Rifthold Palace is where Dorian prefers to spend his time perched on a deep-red velvet armchair sipping on a cold glass of what looked to be a fruity beverage as he pores over the latest fiction novel – a pleasure he shares with his dear friend, Queen Aelin of Terrasen. Their shared bookshelf, The Royal Fleetfoot Bookclub (named after Aelin’s beloved golden retriever, a present from the king one Yulemas) is Erilea’s most popular Book Club. And decidedly so.

Dorian’s misplaced faith on his father, then King Dorian Havilliard I, had been his constant companion after his untimely death that led to Dorian’s premature appointment as sovereign. But as the war raged on between the countries of Erilea, the formalities accustomed to a monarch were lost, which ultimately led to Dorian’s displacement from Adarlan. The young king was lost, angry, and untethered as he navigated the political landscape alongside his powerful friends: Queen Aelin of Terrasen, Lord Rowan of Doranelle, Queen Manon of the Wastes, and his closest friend and confidante, Lord Westfall, whom he sent as an envoy to the Khaganate in the Southern Continent. Dorian became known as The King Without a Crown.

Dorian ushers me to a leathered couch next to an occasional table where he pours a cup of brewed tea. He asks if I’d be interested in something stronger and I decline. He winks, a promise of our eventual liquored celebration after the successful sit-down.

King Dorian is charming, refined and a proud intellectual with a taste of an epicurean. Delegates from all over Erilea would comment on the king’s graceful charisma as he fulfilled his role of a sovereign in all its stringent social specifications. It’s as if the dark years of his early adulthood never existed when you’re in his presence. Dorian is adored by the masses and the politicians alike, and it isn’t hard to see why.

While we share a few niceties – he’s become quite a dear friend over the years – you can’t miss the way his sapphire eyes would steal longing glances out the open balcony. One can observe that it overlooks Rifthold Palace’s private airstrip, and soon everything makes more sense.

King Dorian’s wife Queen Manon Blackbeak rules from her kingdom in the Western Wastes, a two-hour plane ride from the Adarlan capital. After settling into their roles as respective monarchs of their kingdoms, the pair continued their relationship, much to delight of the common people, who were far too enamoured by their relationship for it to be considered healthy. No surprises there though. They’re really that pairing that’s pretty much straight out of a YA fantasy novel with their unbelievable good looks, seemingly opposite yet highly complementary personalities and the kind of sexual tension you could only dream of.

Nonetheless, despite the distance and their responsibilities, no one can deny just how smitten the king is of his wife. He assures me, in his usual playful charm, that she’s most likely missing him more than he is. I laugh. Even he doesn’t believe his own lie.

He makes himself comfortable, draping his suit jacket on the back of his armchair as he settles down and shows off his polished Derbys almost as if he’d like to take them off.

LYSANDRA: Should we both take our shoes off? I think we should both take our shoes off.

DORIAN: I thought you’d never ask!

LYSANDRA: I may not be born royal, Your Majesty, but I do know when someone just wants to let loose.

DORIAN: Gods, I want to let loose all the time. Do you think they’ll conspire against me if I do?

LYSANDRA: Judging from your friends in all the high and right places, I’d say there’s a higher chance of Aelin breathing ice than that happening. And even if they tried, I’m sure no one would get past Manon Blackbeak’s wrath.

DORIAN: She’s terrifying, isn’t she?

LYSANDRA: You don’t sound scared of the fact.

DORIAN: Are you scared of your husband, Lady Lysandra?

LYSANDRA: He’s a soft little mushy bear.

DORIAN: Exactly my description of Manon.

LYSANDRA: I really have to ask – for me, for Rowan and for your rabid fans. How did you convince the High Queen of the Witches to get married? Was it ever in the books for you two?

DORIAN: It wasn’t so much as my convincing her as her convincing me.

LYSANDRA: Oh, please.

DORIAN: You’d be surprised to know that she asked me to marry her first. Of course, it was all political expedience at that time coupled with a reasonable amount of care and affection.

LYSANDRA: And you said no?

DORIAN: Not technically.

LYSANDRA: So… technically yes?

DORIAN: I was drunk on self-loathing. I didn’t think I deserved her.

LYSANDRA: Doesn’t love usually overcome these sorts of things?

DORIAN: To some extent. We were at the climax of the war and we both needed to make important decisions for ourselves, for both our kingdoms and for the future we desperately wanted to have. It wasn’t the right time.

LYSANDRA: But you wanted to say yes to her, didn’t you?

DORIAN: Desperately.

LYSANDRA: If it helps, I was really rooting for you both.

DORIAN: So was I.

LYSANDRA: You know, I admit this is quite a treat being your very own interrogator.

DORIAN: Our plans to make Aelin jealous are succeeding.

LYSANDRA: Oh, she'll definitely be furious.

DORIAN: I've always admired her fiery rage. Despite it being extremely dangerous to those unfortunate enough to be close in range.

LYSANDRA: I've had my share of that.

DORIAN: I think we all have.

LYSANDRA: Tell us about Adarlan's relations with Terrasen. Even better, tell us about yours and Queen Aelin's.

DORIAN: It's tabloid worthy.

LYSANDRA: I'm not saying I've read all about it...

DORIAN: I met Celaena first before I met Aelin. And in some ways Aelin also met some counterpart of myself all those years ago. We were young and generally when you’re that young, you’re also that stupid.

LYSANDRA: But isn't it just a perfect time to make mistakes?

DORIAN: Not for a prince. Though, I did not care at that time. Sometimes I still think I don’t. But you want to know about Aelin. One thing, you see her more than I do, and I admit, it does break my heart.

LYSANDRA: Technology helps though, doesn’t it? I can’t remember how many times I’ve interrupted one of your virtual repartees.

DORIAN: She can get quite heated in our discussions. Especially if she has to wait a year or more for the next instalment of a book series.

LYSANDRA: What makes the great King Dorian Havilliard furiously out of element?

DORIAN: The monarchy.

LYSANDRA: Do you ever think back on the good old days?

DORIAN: Mm.

LYSANDRA: What did that consist of for you?

DORIAN: Well, I don’t know if I could really call it the good old days. As heir, I wasted away on frivolity and debauchery. Chaol once remarked on my depravity, and I could have resented him if it hadn’t opened my eyes to the truth.

LYSANDRA: Well, that’s an insight. I noticed the construction of the new palace has been coming along nicely.

DORIAN: It is.

LYSANDRA: The Glass Palace once stood as a symbol of Adarlan’s wealth and power. Now, you’ve opted to modernise the construction except for the addition of the thirteen towers.

DORIAN: The Rifthold Journal has been nagging me about their meaning since the blueprints were made public. They’re relentless.

LYSANDRA: I don’t want to be that friend but I’m dying to know…thirteen? Really?

DORIAN: You caught me.

LYSANDRA: Gods, I knew it. Rowan will have a fit.

DORIAN: As much as I’d like to take credit for being a Royal Romeo (but feel free to use that from now on), they each symbolise an iteration of hope, love and life. Every single one of them deserves their own monument.

LYSANDRA: What a beautiful gesture, Your Majesty. And it’s true. I will never forget them.

DORIAN: Sobering thought for a Yulemas special, isn’t it?

LYSANDRA: More like a winter exclusive, so we’re good there. But speaking of, I do have a serious bone to pick with you, Your Majesty.

DORIAN: Don’t tell me it’s the time I coerced you and Aedion to go on that Giant Swing when we were in Terrasen, is it? If I remembered correctly, you really enjoyed that.

LYSANDRA: We almost died!

DORIAN: And that makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?

LYSANDRA: You’d be surprised at how many people who don’t think of near-death experiences as something exciting.

DORIAN: [laughs] Am I that cruel?

LYSANDRA: Remember that snow leopard bobble head I once gifted you for Yulemas? Remind me again what you did to it, Your Majesty?

DORIAN: It was godsdamned terrifying, Lysandra. Why are the eyes glowing? Why are they glowing green!

LYSANDRA: That was the whole point of Bad Yulemas!

DORIAN: Manon fished it out of the trash anyway. She has it on my side of the bed at the Wastes. Should I be concerned with this friendship?

LYSANDRA: You and Aedion are lucky bastards, Your Majesty.

DORIAN: Touché

Lysandra Ennar is the Lady of Caraverre and the editor for ROYALS magazine.

MANON: I don't think this will go well.

DORIAN: You think? I really had to charm my way to do this, you know.

MANON: You charm your way out of everything.

DORIAN: And into things too.

MANON: Your favourite past time.

DORIAN: Are you angry? Here, let me compliment you.

MANON: Dorian...

DORIAN: Witchling.

A sneak peek of the Royals Spring Issue featuring Queen Manon Blackbeak and interviewd by King Dorian Havilliard.

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