#manorian angst

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manorian angst

When dark forces threaten, the leaders of Erilea must come to aid in yet another war to save their world. The problem is that Manon barely survived the hell that was the last war, and she can't go through it again.

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«Tell me.» Manon ordered as she marched into the throne room, having landed in Orynth mere minutes ago. Abraxos had flown like the wind itself to get them here as soon as possible.

«Nice to see you too,» Aelin drawled from her throne, but her eyes lacked their usual sparkle. The room was filled with the rest of her court, and a few other leaders from Erilea’s kingdoms, including one blue-eyed king. 

«I don’t have time for this. Tell. Me.» Manon wasn’t known to be polite, even on her good days, but her heart had been racing ever since she’d received word of a new, rising threat causing her presence to be needed in Orynth immediatley, and she couldn’t think clearly when she was fighting the panic rising within her.

Not another war. Please, not another war.

«A few days ago, a portal opened, right outside of Orynth. A young female came from it, fae, frantic, begging us in the old language to help her people against these god-like creatures.» Aelin drew a shaking breath, Rowan placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

«We know them better as the valg.»

Manon’s ears started ringing, images of collars and cold, empty eyes appearing in her mind. Of her sisters disappearing in blinding flashes of light, one by one.

She could only half-listen as Aelin explained how she’d seen this world before, when she fell through the wyrdgates, how the valg they had defeated seemed harmless in comparison to these beings that could drain whole worlds of all life, how they had tried to drain this world before, and only gotten stronger since then, how they would eventually come back.

«But not if we help them.» It was Dorian that spoke this time, and Manon would be lying if she said his voice didn’t affect her any bit.

«No.» Manon hardly needed to think. There was no way she was doing this again. She’d barely survived the last war, was barely surviving now. 

Aelin stared at her in shock. Manon couldn’t blame her. They didn’t know she was merely a ghost of who she used to be.

«You closed the gates. Our world can’t be reached,» Manon tried, but it sounded pathetic, desperate.

«She managed to reach us,» Aelin whispered. «Please.»

«No.»

She could feel a pair of sapphire eyes boring into her, and when she turned to look at him, Dorian’s face was full of hurt and betrayal. «Manon-»

«No.» Dorian could hate her all he liked, as long as it meant he was safe. Because how could she explain that just thinking about another war nearly made her suffocate? 

The king gave her a long look, before turning on his heel and storming out.

-

Manon flung the door open, moving into the room where she knew the king would be. «You’re not doing this either. You’re not throwing yourself into this war.» 

Dorian held her gaze for a long moment before he finally spoke, his face unreadable. «If you don’t want to fight with us, fine, there’s nothing I can do, apart from getting on my knees and begging, but I’m leaving, whether you like it or not. I refuse to see this world be destroyed after everything we did to save it.»

When Manon didn’t answer, he turned his back to her, stepping towards the tall window overlooking the gardens. «There’s nothing left for us to discuss, then.» The words were a dismissal, a cue for Manon to leave, and they left a stinging sensation in her heart.

Everything would have been a lot easier if she could leave, but she couldn’t. Not until she’d won this fight. 

Over by the window, Dorian’s jaw tightened with suppressed anger, still not looking at her. A thin layer of frost began covering the glass as she just stood there, remaining silent. 

What was there to say, anyway? That in the past two years, she could count on one hand the amount of times she’d gotten a good night’s sleep? That every time she closed her eyes, she saw her sisters racing towards their deaths, leaving her behind? That when the nightmares were at their worst, Dorian joined them? 

The truth was that Manon was hanging on by a thread, barely keeping her pain and despair hidden.

She needed to say something, though, because she had seen this determination in Dorian before, right before he’d flown off to Morath, fully prepared to sacrifice himself if it meant saving everyone else.

And it was at the memory of waking up alone in a cold tent, terrified, but also so angry, that Manon regained her ability to speak.

«Dorian, please-»

She blinked, and the ice that had slowly been creeping over the window evaporated. Dorian’s head snapped up, and he looked as if she’d struck him. The voice she’d just used hadn’t fully sounded like her own, so raw and full of anguish.

«I can’t-» Manon began, but that voice failed her, her words ending in a hitch of breath. Tears were pressing behind her eyes, dangerously close to shedding.

«You can’t what?» Dorian asked her then, the question so careful, so far from the resolve he’d showed mere moments ago.

She couldn’t do this, was what, Manon thought to herself, but she was about to rupture, about to shatter into a million little pieces she had fought tooth and nail to hold together for the past two years.There was no power in any realm that could stop it, and Dorian would bear witness to it.

«Witchling…» Dorian whispered, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He was so close now, and to her shock, Manon realized she was the one who’d moved closer, craving the comfort of his arms.

«I can’t go through it again. Dorian, please don’t-»

She drew a shuddering breath, but she couldn’t seem to get any air into her lungs. Closing her eyes, Manon let the dam break.

«I can’t… I can’t lose more of the people I love when I barely have anyone left! I’m terrified, every fucking second of every fucking day that you’ll fly off on some suicide mission again because you have this insane idea that you need to sacrifice yourself to save everyone else, and I can’t do it, Dorian! I can’t lose-»

She practically screamed it at the king, hitting his chest as the words ended in choked sobs.

Dorian didn’t say anything as he grabbed hold of her arms, then pulled her close. Manon kept heaving, feeling as if she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs, her vision clouded by tears

«Breathe, Manon. Just breathe.» Dorian’s hands moved up and down her back in a soothing motion, taking deep breaths alongside her. «In,» she tried inhaling with him, getting a little more air, «and out.» 

They stood there for what felt like forever, Dorian whispering quiet encouragements, stroking her back, until Manon’s heart finally calmed a little, her breaths becoming more steady.

Manon looked up at Dorian, giving him a wordless thank you. In return, he gave her a soft smile, and Manon was so grateful that he always seemed to know what she tried to communicate, even when she couldn’t find the right words.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, if only slightly, as if he realized something.

«Did you just tell me you love me?» Dorian held her gaze, and part of her wanted to pull away at the intensity of it, but those sapphire eyes had her hypnotized.

His voice was barely above a whisper, but Manon could hear the disbelief, the hope. It was enough to halt her crying, to make her forget, for a moment, that they were actually in the middle of a very important argument.

«That was what you got out of this? Of course I fucking love you, you complete idiot! Are you-»

She knew she sounded hysteric, but before she could finish her sentence, Dorian caught her lips with his.

The kiss was hungry, all-consuming, saying all the words neither of them could voice. 

Manon answered with that same desperate hunger, the salt of her tears mixing with a familiar taste that could only be described as Dorian. 

She needed to be even closer to him, lose herself in the pleasure only he could give her, but Dorian pulled away, panting. His hands cupped her face, and Manon felt the soft caress of an invisible finger move across her lips.

He looked almost wild, and his eyes were stormy as he spoke in a low and raspy voice. «I love you too, Manon. You have no idea how-»

This time, she was the one who pounced, lips crashing against his. If their former kiss was hungry, this one was ravenous. She opened herself up to him, his tongue entering her mouth. She sucked on it, and a low noise came from his throat. His hands moved down, down, to cup her ass, and she grabbed the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist. 

Dorian started walking them towards the bed, meanwhile Manon kissed a trail across his jaw, down his throat, letting her teeth graze over his pulse point. She could feel him growing harder and harder against her, and her core throbbed in answer, needing to be filled.

As he reached the bed, Dorian carelessly tossed her onto it, immediately going to work on removing her clothes. His phantom hands started pulling off her trousers, while Dorian unlaced her shirt. He reached a hand inside to cup one of her breasts, brushing a finger over an already peaked nipple. Manon moaned, urging him to just take the damn shirt off.

He obeyed with a dark chuckle, but he was still too clothed in Manon’s opinion. Dorian stepped out of his own pants, while Manon, ever so impatient, simply ripped his shirt in half.

«What if I really liked that shirt?» Dorian teased, but Manon didn’t have time for his usual swagger. Letting out a near-feral growl, she reached for him, pulling him closer.

They were both naked now, and Manon claimed his mouth in a rough kiss whilst one of her hands  moved downwards, grabbing his hard cock. She gave it a firm stroke once, twice, and Dorian groaned before he pushed her back down on the bed, beginning to kiss a trail down her neck, over her breasts, down-

«Inside me. Now.»

Manon grabbed his hair and pulled him back up to her mouth. She was already dripping wet, her cunt begging for him to fill her with his impressive length.

Invisible hands snaked up her legs, spreading them, and then Dorian lined himself up, filling her in one long, glorious stroke. She moaned at the tight fit, at the bolts of pleasure shooting up her spine. 

Dorian panted, burying his head in the crook of her neck. His lips found her pulse, and he sucked right as he started moving inside her.

Manon held him tightly, clawing at his back as he slammed to the hilt over and over again, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. She lifted her hips to meet his strokes, and the new angle pulled an almost animalistic noise out of her as he brushed against her clit.

Already, she could feel that great wave rising, that blissful release beckoning. Dorian was close too, judging by the way he was panting, his rhythm faltering. He lifted his head and his eyes locked onto hers. Gold meeting sapphire. She couldn’t have looked away even if she wanted to. It was hypnotizing.

They were both desperate, two souls trying to get as close to each other as possible.

«Say that you’re mine,» Dorian growled, a low noise coming from his throat as Manon tightened her legs around him.

«I’m yours,» Manon moaned, unable to even identify all the emotions she was feeling in this moment. 

«You’re mine.»

«I’m yours.» 

Then he brought his thumb down on her clit, and that great wave crashed over her.

Manon screamed with pleasure, but the sound was muffled as Dorian’s mouth crashed into hers. He thrust into her hard, she could feel his cock throb inside her, could feel her cunt gripping him tight, and as she bit down on his lower lip, he followed her over the edge with a scream of his own.

-

«I’ll fight with you,» Manon said at last, looking up from where she was nestled against Dorian’s chest. A phantom hand was tracing circles on her upper thigh, but she was so exhausted the motion was more soothing than arousing. «I’ll ask my people, too, but I won’t force anyone, not after all they’ve been through.»

Dorian seemed to think for a moment. «I won’t pretend I’m not glad you’ll fight with us though I do feel a bit guilty.» He winced as he said that last part.

Manon touched her fingers to his lips, as if memorizing their shape. «You shouldn’t,» she said, not meeting his eyes. «Part of me knew from the beginning this was the right thing to do, I was just too much of a coward to admit it.» 

«Look at me.» He grabbed her chin, tilting her face upwards. «You’re not a coward. You are so strong, Manon, and we’ve hardly had time to catch our breath since the last war, in which you went through hell. Not wanting to go through that again doesn’t make you weak, it just makes you…» he trailed off, looking for the right word.

«Human?» Manon suggested with a small laugh.

Dorian smiled. «In lack of a better term, yes.»

She remembered a different time, when being called human had been the greatest insult there was, when it had been beaten into her, time and time again, that caring made her weak. That love was for foolish cowards. It pleased her to know that in the end, her grandmother had lost that battle too.

Closing her eyes, Manon whispered, «I’m just so tired of being afraid all the time.» Another tear slipped free, but Dorian wiped it away quickly. She buried her head in his chest as she started crying once more, the sobs silent this time. Dorian only held her tighter, as she shook, stroking her hair.

Two years ago, Manon never would have allowed herself to show this much emotion, to even feel this much emotion, but she was weary, both body and soul, and she couldn’t keep fighting any longer. 

«It will get better. I promise.»

One day, she vowed to herself, even if that wasn’t today, Manon would believe him. 

«And I am sorry for how I left things when I went to Morath.»

«It was crucial-» Manon began, but Dorian halted her, needing to finish his apology.

«I agree, it was crucial to winning the war, but I could have gone about it differently. You laid yourself bare in front of me, and in response, even when I knew how difficult that must have been for you, I left in the dead of night without a word. For that, I am sorry.»

Manon held his gaze, something settling within her at the words she’d unknowingly needed to hear.

«For what it’s worth, if you had woken me up to say goodbye, I probably would have followed you. I nearly did, actually, no matter how furious I was.»

«I’m surprised you didn’t propose this time, to get me to stay,» Dorian mused, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Feeling a smile tugging at her lips, Manon replied, «That plan didn’t work, if you don’t remember.» 

«Maybe I’ve changed my mind since then.» He was clearly toying with her, but it made Manon feel a little lighter inside, so she decided to play along.

«You survive whatever hell we’re about to throw ourselves into, and I’ll propose again. I’ll get a ring and everything.» Manon punctuated the words with a trail of kisses down the hard planes of his stomach.

«Deal. You survive, and I promise I’ll say yes this time,» Dorian murmured, his hands going to her hair as she reached his cock, the length hardening once more.

Holding his gaze, Manon let out a breathless «Deal.»

-

«Do you want to know what I’m fighting for?» Dorian asked, his fingers not halting their soothing motions. Manon merely hummed in answer, both of them completely spent, physically and emotionally, after three more rounds.  

«I’m fighting for a future where we can spend days in bed like this, just the two of us, no interruptions, whether that be annoying council members or impending doom.»

 Manon snorted at that, and wasn’t that exactly why she loved him so much? Only Dorian could make her laugh at a time like this.

«But there won’t be a world for us to do that in if we do nothing.»

His words made Asterin’s voice echo inside Manon.

Live, Manon. Live.

And she would. She would take up this fight, join this war, so that she could one day simply live. She owed her cousin that much.

«Should we tell the others?» Something had straightened within her, and her voice sounded stronger, even if she didn’t move from her spot halfway on top of Dorian.

«In the morning. We both need to sleep, and I selfishly want us to stay in our own bubble a little longer.» Manon felt him sigh, and she looked up at him once more, holding his gaze as she brushed his hair out of his face.

«In the morning, then.»

Because the king was right, they needed to sleep. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy, though inside, she felt like a great weight had been lifted off her.

Bringing her face closer to his, she mouthed those three wondrous words against his lips, before claiming them. Right now, they could pretend they had all the time in the world. 

«I love you too,» Dorian murmured in between lazy, unhurried kisses.

When they settled at last, Manon was tucked against his side, head resting over his heart, its steady beat a soothing lullaby. The last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep, was Dorian pressing a kiss to her forehead.

And that night, no nightmares of the past haunted her. Instead, she dreamt of the future, of clear skies with wyverns flying over head, of lazy mornings spent in bed, of being woken up by a pair of small feet running down the hall and wide, blue eyes and a mess of white curls looking up at her. 

Manon would claw her way to that future if she had to.

Because they would win this war, they had to, and then she would finally allow herself to live.

A/N:

my will to live currently depends on us getting a glimpse of the throne of glass gang, especially manorian, in cc3:) we will get a book about them one day!! stay clowning fellow manorians<3<3

anyway, i rarely have the time to write anymore, because uni means you actually have to do schoolwork:( i should study for my chemistry exam rn, but i wanted to procrastinate, so i wrote fanfiction instead, you're welcome:):)

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[bellasbookboyfriends]

Hope Elide Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard

Heir to the Wastes, Manorian First-Born (of 4)

Manon art foundation by @madschofield

~ Yes, Elide did cry for the first solid year of Hope’s existence, and at every single reminder since of her middle namesake.

Abilities

~ She has more Crochan blood than Ironteeth blood. She doesn’t have retractable iron teeth or nails. However, she can perform some Crochan magic like healing and glamours. She’s adept at flying and has her own deep purple wyvern named Lady (one-shot of how that name came to fruition soon).

~ She has shielding capabilities from Dorian and a basic ability to modify elements (air, water, fire, etc.) from that kernel of raw power passed down to all of his children.

Personality & Headcanons

~ Apart from her eye color, she’s her mother’s mini-me and reveres Manon.

~ “Mommy says I can be warm and not fuzzy.” Manon teaches her to be caring and assertive in the ways that feel most natural to her.

~ When Lord Westfall (Chaol’s father) came to Rifthold and convened with her father on some matters, “Mommy says I don’t owe scary men politeness, so they should earn my respect instead. Can you tell me some of your accomplishments?” Dorian’s howl could be heard all the way back to Anielle. Bizarrely, Chaol brought her a stunning set of bracelets next time he visited.

~ Dorian used to read to her as a little girl for hours at a clip, mostly fantasy books, and she was mesmerized. She was hooked on every word and couldn’t seem to fathom the fantastical creatures he described, despite the fact that she lived among so many. Was one herself really. Dorian never deterred her fascination, though. Likely because he was rather attached to the perpetual awe in her expression as she listened to him.

~ At five years old, she scared the shit out of Lorcan (who has barely since recovered) when he visited with Elide and ate the last of their pear tarts from Nesryn’s family bakery. She chased him around with Wind-Cleaver, proclaiming “off with his head” and laughing maniacally. Following this atrocity, both Manon and Aelin granted her official superiority over all other children.

[throneofsapphics]

Hey hey, as someone who also speaks fluent angst, I was hoping to make a request?

Reader is injured and tries to hide how bad it is?

Could work for any character soo you choose! I do love your poly fics though 🥺🥺🥺

THANK YOU!!

knocking on death's door

poly!Manorian x Reader

Summary: You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so.  

Warnings: major injury, descriptions injuries/mention of blood, angst-ish

Word Count: ~1.7k 

A/N: ah thank you! I love this request, thank you for sending it! honestly I love writing poly fics. also anyone if you hit your head please go to a doctor 

You took a small tumble down the stairs. You’d been injured worse before, but knew you likely had a concussion and would have some intense bruises on your back and legs. You could already feel the giant one blooming on your upper thigh, and felt the ache in your lower back. But, a good salve and a discreet healer could fix a majority of problems. 

The only problem that might come your way is Manon and Dorian. Both of them have the tendency to be fussy. The last thing you wanted was to be on bedrest for a week. 

You crept down towards the healing rooms, taking a few servants' passageways, and peering through the door. Just your luck, the only healer you trust not to report to them, a close friend of yours, wasn’t present, and you decided to go back tomorrow - right after they left. 

-

Manon and Dorian weren’t in your shared rooms and wouldn’t be back until later. They had a plethora of negotiations and meetings today and the next few days. A part of you did feel guilty hiding this from them, but they already had a lot going on - you didn’t want to add any extra stressors. 

You slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower, washing off the blood from a few cuts, and snatching some of the salve and a pain tonic you kept in stock. With that, hopefully the bruises will fade in a few hours, and the headache should disappear. The small scrape on your palm … that you’ll just have to wait out, but it’s easily explainable. They know you can be clumsy sometimes. 

You fell asleep on the couch quickly after. 

-

Manon scented something was off as soon as she entered the rooms - blood. She stalked right for your side, one arm dangled over the edge of the couch, the other curled under your pillow. You were sound asleep, your breaths deep and steady, and only mumbling as she carefully lifted your arm, turning it gently to see a small scrape on your palm. Falling. Again. You were so clumsy it worried her sometimes. She called your name, quietly at first. Poking you when you didn’t wake. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking heavily once you saw her. 

“Falling, again?” She raised her brow, looking at the slightly guilty smile on your face. “You need to be more careful.” She exhaled sharply, going to find something to bandage it with, and disinfect it. 

“I already took care of it,” you called after her, but she ignored you. Dorian came back shortly after, frowning at Manon wrapping a small piece of cloth over your hand. “It’s over kill,” you insisted, but one sharp look and your mouth snapped shut. 

“Did you hurt anything else?” 

“No,” you sighed, rolling back to shove your head into the pillow. Manon was a bit suspicious but … she knows you get annoyed when she fusses, and left it for now. 

-

The three of you collapsed into bed, all tired, and a slightly longer than usual nightgown hid the bruises. Your head still ached, but you took another tonic to fight that off. Apparently their day had been incredibly exhausting because they didn’t question anything too much, and the three of you fell into a deep sleep within minutes. 

-

Dorian rose first the next morning, smiling at the sight of you and Manon curled up together. Your nightgown bunched slightly at the side but … purple, he caught a sliver of purple skin. Carefully, he pulled down the blanket some more, shifting your clothing as well. A giant purple bruise bloomed on the side. 

He called your name, but you didn’t wake - he woke Manon, however, who spotted the bruise as well. 

“Y/n.” She called this time. Nothing. He shook your shoulder slightly, and you still didn’t stir. 

A quick scan with his magic showed some kind of swelling in your brain. That’s beyond anything he could handle. He scooped you in his arms, darting out the door as quickly as possible, not caring he was only wearing a pair of long sleeping pants, and sprinted for the healing rooms, carefully cradling your head against his shoulder. Manon caught up to him quickly, thankfully having thrown some clothes on, and asking questions but he couldn’t answer - his only focus was getting you there, as fast as he could. 

-

It took most of Dorian’s self restraint to keep both him and Manon from interrupting the healers working on you. 

“She said she didn’t hurt anything else.” Manon’s voice was barely above a whisper, her hand clutching onto his arms, nails digging in slightly. Maybe it would’ve hurt, but he was too focused on the scene in front of him to notice. 

You can be a bit clumsy, and Dorian knows that - it’s not unusual for you to come in with some sort of scrape or bruise once in a while but … neither of them asked what happened this time. The day had been long, and they’d been tired. Guilt ripped through him. And you’d lied too - to Manon, saying nothing else was injured, then a dark bruise on your leg and back, and somehow you’d hit your head. 

He felt his magic starting to bubble underneath his skin. One of the healer’s noticed as well and turned sharply to them. “We’re taking care of her. Both of you out.” 

-

Manon’s eyes narrowed at the woman ordering them out of the room, but her face was firm, no-nonsense, and unyielding. Dorian pushed her back gently, and she left, somehow without snarling or hissing at any of the healers. They found a small bench no less than 20 feet from the door, and waited. She leaned her head against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her. The warmth provided an anchor, kept Manon from spiraling too deep into her thoughts. But she can’t help thinking she should’ve checked, she should’ve pushed further. Dorian’s absolute panic had filled her with dread. He always seems to keep his head, always calm. 

-

You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so. 

It was strange, seeming to float outside of your body - watching everyone move around you. You were in and out of this semi-conscious state for days, watching as healers would fuss over you - take your temperature, check your heart rate and breathing, scan for any additional injuries. Swelling in her brain, you heard once - and winced. 

The worst part was watching Manon and Dorian. They were pale, their eyes lined with worry, and the bags under their eyes were heavy enough it looks like they might have punched each other. You were never alone, one of them was always there unless the healers kicked them out. Either holding your hand, or sitting next to you. 

Once, when Manon wasn’t present, Dorian brought a book. Your favorite, and read outloud to you - his eyes darting over to your face with every other line. All you wanted was to reach out, to grab his hand, touch him and let him know you’re okay, but you couldn’t. Your body was stuck there, limp and pale. 

You’d never felt this kind of hopelessness before. Knowing your loved ones are in pain and only able to watch them suffer, not give a comforting squeeze, word, or even blink. 

Five days passed, and you were back in your rooms. 

At dawn, on the seventh morning, Manon laid next to you, curled on her side, eyes closed, but you could tell she was awake. Dorian was awkwardly spread over a chair, his chest falling and rising in even breaths. Asleep. You watched as tears dripped down Manon’s cheeks. Not once had you seen her cry. She didn’t say a word, no sobs leaving her chest, but the silent tears broke something in you.

You blinked, and you were back in your body. You stayed perfectly still, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Manon was there, tears still lining her cheeks. 

It took more effort than you cared to admit, but you reached your arm up, brushing a tear off her cheek. She leaned into your touch for a few seconds, before those beautiful eyes shot open. 

She grabbed your hand, holding it gently between both of hers. “You’re awake.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and hoarse. 

Dorian was up in an instant, sitting on the other side of the bed and taking your other hand. 

“Hi.” Your voice was so weak it came out as a croak. Dorian let out something between a sob and a laugh. 

Reluctantly, Dorian left to grab the healers as quickly as he could. Manon had refused to move - holding onto your hand like a lifeline. 

He returned with them, and it was a whirl of questions that made your head hurt, and further instructions. Rest, rest, and rest. Enough rest to drive you insane. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Manon finally asked after the room cleared. 

“It .. it didn’t seem that bad.” Your voice was rough and your throat scratchy but you managed to get the words out. 

“You hit your head, you’ve been out for a week.” Manon hissed, but kept her voice low. You could have died, went unsaid. Dorian handed you a glass of water, helping you sit up against the pillows. You could sense the … not quite anger, but hurt coming from him. Hurt and fear. You clutched the glass, forcing your hands not to shake, and took a small sip. 

“I know,” you whispered. She blinked in confusion. “I … I wasn’t here, but I could see it, sometimes.” Your hands began to shake, water starting to slosh over the edges

She pressed her lips in a tight line, and took the glass from you, pressing it up against your lips. “You’re not getting out of bed until I say so,” was her response. 

You glared at her, opening your mouth to say something, but Dorian spoke before you could. “This isn’t a battle you’ll win. I’m on her side.” 

“Traitor.” You mumbled.

[shadowhandss60]

More Manorian smut to fill the void, I need some prompt ideas 💃🏽

“Deflecting; at least that hasn't changed." He mused.

"What do you want?" She punctuated each word with a step until they were a hands breath apart, she saw his broad shoulders tense, but he did not balk at the challenge.

"Your honesty."

She scoffed, furious with him, with herself for the treacherous way her body yearned for his closeness.

"Bold words from a silver-tongued king."

That wicked smile crept up his face, and it was a warning Manon refused to heed. “You‘ve seemed to enjoy my tongue plenty, if I recall.”

[shadowdaddies]

Here's my Throne of Glass masterlist! I'll keep my posts linked here🩶

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Manon

❤️‍🔥My Girl (Manon x Reader)

✨Roar of the Wind (Manon x Reader)

✨Lead the Way (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ Balance (Manon x Reader)

💧✨Beloved (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ In Your Corner (Manon x Reader)

✨Lift Me Up (Manon x Reader)

✨Golden (Manon x Reader)

Dorian

💧✨❤️‍🔥King's Queen (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥 Masquerade (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Phantom Touch (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨Distraction (Dorian x Reader)

✨The Bet (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥NSFW Headcanons

Aelin

✨All I Want for Yulemas (Aelin x Reader)

Aedion

❤️‍🔥Serenity (Aedion x Reader)

Asterin

✨Taking Flight (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Get a Room (Asterin x Reader)

✨Getting Lost (Asterin x Reader)

✨Keeping Secrets (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Stress Relief (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥One Bed (Asterin x Reader)

Vesta

✨New Beginnings (Vesta x Reader)

Gavriel

💧✨Always Yours (Gavriel x Reader)

✨Mine (Gavriel x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Every Part (Gavriel x Reader)

Fenrys

❤️‍🔥Wild Things (Fenrys x Reader)

💧💥 ✨Reunited (Fenrys x Reader)

↳ Part 2 Part 3

💧✨Hope Reborn (Fenrys x Reader)

Lorcan

✨Flawless (Lorcan x Reader)

❤️‍🔥So Lorcan DID (Lorcan x Reader)

✨When You’re Sick Headcanons

Elide

💧✨❤️‍🔥Solstice Confessions (Elide x Reader)

Poly Fics

✨Protective Instincts (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Puppy Love (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Get Clean (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Better Mood (Manorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥Attention, Please (Manon x Reader x Asterin)

✨ Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Manon x Reader x Asterin)

✨Any Excuse (Asterin x Reader x Sorrel)

✨Lucky Me (Asterin x Reader x Vesta)

✨We Have Now (Elorcan x Reader)

💧Meant to Be (dark!Manorian x Reader)

↳ Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

the beautiful dividers on my blog are by saradika-graphics

[thequeenofnightmares]

Feyre Archeron from my fanfic, Of Hearts and Swords.

5 years have passed since Bryce Quinlan fought the Asteri—and lost.

5 years since the Horn in her back was then used to permanently open the gates between worlds. Midgard, Erilea, and Prythian are now in open war--the reunited Fae of each world working together to fight the Asteri.

But much has changed in the war-ravaged years that have passed. The Crochan Witchclan fights alongside the Valkyries. Hunt Athalar has sought day and night for a way to bring Bryce back from the dead and end this war. And the beloved High Lady of the Night Court--Feyre Archeron-- left Prythian for Erilea, just after their Inner Circle was cleaved apart forever by a newcomer.

As war rages on, the Asteri have found an unlikely ally in Prythian--one that might turn the fortunes of battle against the Fae.

This is an alternate ending to CC3 (HOFAS) where the Asteri win. Bryce was killed in the conflict that followed and the Horn in her back was then used to permanently open the gates. It will follow each of the main character ships (Feysand, Nessian, Rowaelin, Lysaedion, Manorian, Quinlar, etc.) as well as introduce some new ones for some other beloved characters (Azriel, Fenrys). Lots of relationship angst with a happy ending.

Read on AO3.

[theweeklydiscourse]

i'd be fascinated in seeing you write discourse on throne of glass, it really has a lot to unpack... i love your acotar commentary!

Now that’s an interesting idea! I got halfway through the first book in 2020 before I got distracted by another series, but I picked it up again in 2021 and read all the way to the end in rapid succession. I’d heard about Sarah J Maas’s writing before and I was exposed to some divided opinions on the qualities of her writing. Some hated it, but most people loved it and I decided to read the series so I could draw my own conclusions about the state of her books.

Long story short, I did not like her writing. But, there are certain aspects of TOG that make me prefer it to ACOTAR.

But, I read the series all the way through so I could make an informed assessment and critique of her writing without getting things wrong. Like you said, there is a lot to unpack and if I decide to reread the series at some point I’ll definitely write about it. Off the top of my head I have about three things in the TOG series (in no particular order) that have captured my attention.

1) The books in the Throne of Glass series should not be nearly as long as they are

One of my professors always told us to make every word count in our essays to create concise writing and I wish Maas had an editor who would tell her the same thing. Many of the books in TOG are bloated and could be improved if Maas would just cut down on some of the material in her books. There’s a lot of unnecessary fluff that pads out nearly all of her novels and it makes the pacing of the story very poor and uneven. This is particularly noticeable in her habit of creating a vast wasteland of nothing for chapters and chapters before finally reaching the REAL action (at which point the book ends and the reader questions their life choices)

2) The racism in TOG is impossible to overlook

I can’t even discuss Nehemia’s death without raging. Describing the way she died feels so surreal, it’s like Maas shoved her hand into a glass jar of racist tropes and pulled out a handful of them. Another detail I distinctly remember from reading Heir of Fire was when I was reading Sorsha’s description for the first time and noticed that she had “tan” skin and looked like she was of Eyllwe descent and I thought: she’s going to die, isn’t she? AND LO AND BEHOLD, yet another WOC killed in the most brutal way imaginable to advance the character arcs and angst of white characters. I got downvoted to hell on the Throne of Glass subreddit for pointing it out, but it must be said.

3) I was disappointed by Manorian.

This particular grievance is something I’ll elaborate more on in the future because to me, it represents a larger problem in Maas’s writing that should be addressed more often. I intend to write about his more in the future.

Also thank you so much for the compliment! I’m so glad that you liked my commentary on ACOTAR :)

[abruisedmuse]

God, I want a Manorian novella/book so bad. Not even for the sex (which would be hot and probably kinky), but for the actual plot we could have. The politics, the angst, the drama. Especially the political plot. How would Dorian’s court/council and the people of Adarlan feel about Manon being his lover? And even if they’re just fuck buddies, (& eventually confess their feelings and become lovers) how would people feel about Dorian and Manon being allies/trying to form an alliance? The witches attacked the city, and I’m sure some people are still angry and frightened. How would his mother and brother react to Manon? How is Dorian coping with his trauma and learning to command? How is Manon (and Abraxos) grieving the loss of her Thirteen? How is she going to rule, and bring the peace between Ironteeth and Crochan? Would the Yellowlegs clan try to rebel and start a war?

Also, if Manorian did get a novella/book, it could take place a few months after the war, without Manon and Dorian having seen each other, busy taking care of their kingdoms, but they see each other again for the first time in months at Elide and Lorcan’s wedding. We could get a bonus chapter of Elorcan smut since all we got in KoA was “so Lorcan did” 😂

And to add to all these thoughts How do the people of Adarlan/Rifthold feel about their King leaving when they needed him most? I'd assumed some would understand but some would not. That whole city is a mess that not only Dorian but Chaol have to clean up. And yeah how would his people react to Manon as his Queen. As Dorian said, there is only one witch who will be my Queen. So daddy phantom hands has only one woman on his mind. Unfortunately for the people of Adarlan, arranged marriages to tie up political issues happen. Even if Manon and Dorian weren't obsessed with one another the marriage for political gain is a good move.

Honestly Aelin just needs to go down and tell the people to shut up its happening and if they have a problem with their soon to be Queen they're gonna deal with her.

And I would die for that Elorcan bonus scene. I'm so desperate I'll settle for Manon needing Elides help, busting her door open and she's in the middle of getting absolutely railed by Lorcan. And Lorcan just grunting out, "The godsdamned door is shut for a reason witch." As he just continues thrusting into Elide.

Please Sarah. PLEASE

[gwyns]

May we hear your thoughts on Rowan?😂

look, he's fine... i used to hate him when i was younger, you know teenage angst and all that, but on my most recent reread (which admittedly was years ago lol) i remember liking him more

i like that he can shift into a hawk therefore allowing aelin to call him buzzard, i love how he and aelin first met, i also like the ending of heir of fire where he's just murmuring her name after she threatened to kill maeve's people and got her to release him. also the fact that he's lowkey the gossip queen of erilea. OH and him skinning cairn alive was PEAK. a problem i have with him is it's hard for me to separate him from aelin, it's like... what's his personality outside of loving aelin and being occasionally broody? of course, this is probably in part caused by me not reading the books in so long. overall i just find other characters in the series more interesting than him

much like my manorian stance, i'll have to reread the series and see if my opinion changes!

[witching-by-the-willow]

um Niki... I finished ToG. and manorian??? MANORIAN?????

'We'll see about that' WHAT DO YOU MEAN MANON?? are you thinking about marriage?? What does this??

This is like 'So Lorcan did'. well what did he do? What does it mean sarah??

I need the manorian book NOW

LIA BESTIE I KNOOOOOWW IT'S SUCH BLASPHEMY

Sarah Janet really wrote, in my not-so-humble opinion, her best ship with Manorian (enermies to enemies-to-beneifts to reluctant allies to friends-with-benefits to Lovers???) and then decided to leave them where she did. Like-

The nerve the disrespect the audacity.

The Manorian ending and "So Lorcan did" are some of the worst literary crimes ever committed. 😤

Lia my friend, the world will end before I stop hoping and asking for a Manorian book.

In the meantime, though...here are the fics I had mentioned all those weeks back:

Your Heart's Got Teeth by @lightning-strikes-twice (kinky af 🙈)

A Cure for Nightmares by @rhysand-vs-fenrys (set pre-KoA, also kinky af)

Home is Where You Are by @mercurianbisous (set a couple of years into the future, gives some of the closure that SJM robbed us of. Angst, fluff and perhaps, maybe, possibly...a wedding ceremony? You'll find out when you read it 😌)

Aside from those ones, @rufousnmacska has a lot of really good Manorian fics on her blog, I've read some of hers, and they're all so good!

All these fics are amazing, and I love them with all my heart...and they're all one shots. I have read a few multi-chapter ones but I'm having trouble finding or remembering them, I'm so sorry!

I also may or may not have a half-written fic in my drafts that has been sitting untouched for the last 2 months aksnsjdjksndjebfb I'm sorry I will finish it eventually, but academics have been kicking my ass so hard lately

But let me know what you think of these and send me recs if you have any! 👀

[dawninlatin]

As usual, here are my thoughts and reactions while readingHouse of Flame and Shadow! It’s obviously full of spoilers, and if someone’s looking for really intelligent theories and comments, this is not the post for you🤡

• there are still five days left and 30 minutes ago i complained to my roomie how impossible it was to wait….then, as if she heard me, SJM herself posts the first chapter??😍 thank you mrs maas😭🙏

• lidia🥺

• thanks to fucking tiktok, reading the words «ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae» will never be the same😔

• NOT THE PIERCINGS😭😭😭😭😭

• i’m seriously going through the five stages of grief over a few piercings😭😭

• is bryce in az’s torture chamber?👀🥵 gurl do you know how lucky you are-

• zaddy azriel🥵🔥

• THREE WORLDS MANAGED TO KICK THEM OUT?!?!?! IS THE THIRD WORLD THRONE OF GLASS?!?!?!?! WILL I FINALLY GET MORE MANORIAN?!?!😍😭🙏 future me, can i finally rest?🥹

• lmaooo amren isn’t a historian, she’s just really fucking old

• YASSSS GET NESTA RHYS😍😍😍

• They might be tortured, but at least Baxian has friends now😭😭

• this ruhn and lidia angst is everything😭😭

• so rhys has a bunch of pet crocodiles?? good to know😀🐊

• okay, i wasn’t gonna mention it, but now i simply have to….WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THESE NORWEGIAN NAMES??? first einar, then sigrid, and now FUCKING HILDE?? sarah i know these names sound exotic and fantasy-like to you, but to me, these are just your average middle-aged people, and it’s throwing me off💀

• A MIDDENGARD WYRM??? babes i haven’t seen you in ages🤩😍🫶

• LIDIAAAAAAAAA👏👏 i bet she’s gonna team up with the frat pack to save her mate ruhn🔥🔥

• i wanna read about lidia living with the frat pack in their….house so bad💀

• YAY RESCUE MISSION

• OMG i had forgotten how good bryce was at bullshitting people💀 this whole middengard wyrm plan is aelin level🔥🔥

• there is no way feyre, AS A HUMAN, killed that wyrm so easily in acotar🤡

• ruhnlidia is SERVING WITH ALL THIS ANGST😩😩

• «Trying to figure out what it does has been driving us all crazy.» NO BUT I NEED TO READ THIS SCENE😭😭 i just want cassian with a phone, is that too much to ask?🥲

• hunt imagining his and bryce’s future kids😭😭

• 😳😧😦🖐️🦴🩸

• THE FUCKING HARPY???

• but she was beheaded?!?!

• also pollux is actually worse than tamlin himself🤢

• RHYSAND’S SISTER??????? I NEED AN INHALER

• DUSK COURT CONFIRMED???

• FAE FROM ANOTHER WORLD??? PERHAPS ERILEA🤩

• more asteris😒

• YASSS NESTA SLAY THAT ASTERI

• bryce just left prythian? no cassian?🥺🥺

• ALSO DID SHE TAKE AZRIEL’S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DAGGER WITH HER????? SHE CAN’T DO THAT

• he needs it to sleep🥺

• JESIBA JESIBA JESIBA JESIBA JESIBA

• mommy😍🥵

• LIDIA😍🤩😭🫶🙏🧎‍♀️👑

• what do you mean lidia isn’t coming with them?😀

• SHE BETTER NOT HAVE FUCKING DIED🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

• i was supposed to go to sleep after this chapter😭😭

• NEVERMIND SHE’S ALIVE😅🙏🧎‍♀️

• hunt🤜🤛baxian

• them being bros is all i wanted from this book🥺

• #throwback to all the memes i made about it last time🤡

• bryce booping the autumn king’s nose with her sword just became my favorite moment of all time

• i’m sorry….WHAT??

• the woman was too stunned to speak

• 👁️👄👁️

• i knew she was MOMMY, but she’s also mommy?????

• «Bryce Quinlan, Queen of the Valbaran fae» *que music

• *holds lidia as i glare at the ocean queen😠* «hasn’t she been through enough????😭»

• HE CALLED HER SWEETHEART😍😭🫶🧎‍♀️🙏🥺👑😩

• rhys being referred to as «that night court dude»💀💀

• fae and stags?👀🤩

• tharion for once just use your fucking brain🫠

• finally some smut😩⚡️

• if i ever get my hands on that bitch-ass rigelus-🤬🪓💣🔪🔫🧱

• THEY JUST KILLED ALL THE HUMANS IN LUNATHION????

• i need ruhn and lidia to just fuck already😭😩

• and so does flynn and declan, apparently💀 thanks guys😌🤝

• not the autumn king again😒

• if flynn and declan getting kidnapped is what it’ll take for ruhn and lidia to get together, IT’S FUCKING WORTH IT😩🧎‍♀️

• WE WERE SO CLOSE😭😭😭😭

• them cuddling is almost as good tho😍🥰😭🌸🫶💕

• «I’m calling it now, the Star-Eater is Hunt’s father» - me, reading HOSAB in 2022

• I TOLD YA

• it feels great to be me😌

• okay i wasn’t entirely correct but CLOSE ENOUGH

• YASSSSS BRYCE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS THOSE FAE KING BASTARDS🙏🙏

• RUHN ILY😭

• i’m not crying i swear😭👑🌷🌈🏝️✨

• i laughed out loud at the fact that declan’s biggest priority was checking if they had internet now💀💀

• Hotel Horseshit💀💀 baxian you’re my fave🫶🫶🫶

• «please don’t fuck right next to us» i’m deAD

• I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THE WATERY BOWELS SARAH😭😭

• SYRINX😍😍😍😍😍

• Bryce and her mom😭🥺

• SO THE SHIFTERS WILL BASICALLY BECOME TRONE OF GLASS FAE???!🤩

• i’ll never tire of the prime coming to the rescue last minute🙏 hang in there old man✊

• SABINE YOU ARE ON THIN FUCKING ICE RN

• ithan🥹

• lidia in her girlfriend era😍💕✨🫶🥰💅

• OTTER😍🦦

• NESTA😭😭😭

• i just know ember is gonna yell at rhys😍

• i just read the ember&randall bonus chapter, and she did😍😍😍

• also I GOT TO SEE CASSIAN😍😍😍😍😍😍

• rare river queen W?

• NOT POLLUX🤺🤺🤺

• OMG THE UNDER-KING IS FROM ERILEA???????????????

• is he a skin-walker?👀

• WYRD???

• AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

• go hypaxia, slay him🔥

• 🍆💦👀😏

• i also miss your piercings, ruhn😔 gone but never forgotten✊🙏🕊️

• «…she was his and he was hers, and there was a word for it, but it eluded him.» THAT WORD IS MATE😍😭

• HE SAID «I LOVE YOU»

• screaming crying throwing up rn😍😭🥹🫶😩

• HE SHOT HER???????

• this level of angst is giving me life

• «She’s my mate, you fucker.» THE SCREAM I JUST SCRUMPT (sorry, roommates)

• 😍🥰😇🫶🔥🙏🥹😭😍😩🤩🥰🙏🔥😭🫶🫶✊🙏🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

• SARAH JANET MAAS I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU KILL RUHN NOW-

• BRANNON?!?!?!?!?? FIRE MAGIC?!?!?!?!?!AKAJQKQKQJQKQKQLBDHFJFKEBEBJWJDVFJEJSVAVJSJAHSH

• DEAD. DECEASED. UNABLE TO FUNCTION.

• NO LIDIA DO NOT SACRIFICE YOURSELF-

• BRYCE?!😳😭

• shahar😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

• NONONONONONONONONONO

• SHE CAN’T BE DEAD, RIGHT?!?!

• i’m fucking crying, i swear😭😭😭😭

• THEY’RE ALL THERE😭😭😭

• NESTA AND CASSIAN😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

• ember quinlan not caring about how deadly rhys is whatsoever is the greatest thing i’ve ever read💀

• and azriel got his dagger back? he can finally sleep🥹

• yeah bryce, cassian is a fine piece of ass😏

• NESTA GOT TO SAY ALPHAHOLE😍😍😍😍😍

• ruhn getting a hug from one of his new stepkids😍😍

• nooooo ruhn moved out of the frat house? they grow up so fast🥺

• omg hunt getting a fine for fucking bryce so bad it caused several thunderstorms is EPIC

• PEGASUSES?!?😍😍😍😍😍😍

• i can’t believe it’s over….

• i’m…..empty

• i need more🥺

• BUT I’M SO HYPED FOR ACOTAR5🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

• i also have bonus chapters to read😏😏

• THE PIERCINGS ARE BACK🙏🧎‍♀️😭😍

• DID SJM FINALLY WRITE A WEDDING SCENE?!

• this has to be a first

• i am speechless

• 👁️👄👁️

• milly garkunos you queen🫶🧎‍♀️

• i need someone to draw lettuce-baby-hunt asap💀

[anticomedygarden]

fanfic writer :) fandom list under the cut. links to my fics in bio.

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pfp is rat from the comic strip 'pearls before swine' by stephan pastis

header is a quote from the song of achilles by madeline miller

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updates:

keeping the faith: i've abandoned the posting schedule lol (sorry)

part 4 of 'wolf' is coming at some point :)

organization:

everything should be grouped by fandom

if something fits in two fandoms, it's linked under all relevant groups

microfics written for prompts are all under the fandom label

if something is wrong or in the wrong spot, please lmk so i can fix it

ALL of my fics are also on ao3

generally, i'll write for:

golden trio era (hp series):

drarry, romione, linny, bleville, blon, pansmione, etc. basically just send in an ask for these guys and i'll tell if you if it's something i will or won't do

canon up to a point, aus welcome

marauders era (hp series):

wolfstar, jily, jegulus, dorlene, and marylily. there are some others that i will do only by specific request.

i don't like snape or dumbledore and will not tolerate lily evans hate

i have not read all the young dudes

ONLY AUS OR CANON DIVERGENCE FOR ALL MARAUDERS STUFF UNLESS THE CANON REQUEST IS SHORT AND DOESN'T FOLLOW THROUGH THEIR DEATHS ISTG I'LL CRY

also fuck jkr, she can die

pjo and the riordanverse

canon ships, but this is flexible, also i really love pipeyna

magnus chase, kane chronicles, and trials of apollo welcome, though i can't promise it will be as good or accurate as the pjo/hoo stuff

also when i say canon compliant in regards to trials of apollo, i mean i pick and choose the parts that i liked

will do aus, canon divergence, and canon

rwrb - BOOK ONLY

canon preferred

the shadowhunter chronicles - NOT TV OR MOVIES:

canon ships

aus preferred

throne of glass:

canon ships, but manorian and chaorene are up for debate (i like dorian x chaol)

aus preferred

acotar (sarah j. maas):

only canon ships, please don't send in requests for a non confirmed ship (i.e. elriel, gwynriel, elucien, etc.)

aus preferred

tsoa:

canon ships, patrochilles preferredly

ONLY AUS. i have not read the iliad or the odyssey, and trying to write for canon will make me cry

original ideas:

go ahead and send in requests if one of my originals catches your eye.

other:

this is not a complete list of media i'm into, so y'all can send in whatever, and i'll just let you know whether or not i'm in into it

headcanons

any

if you want to send in a prompt but don't know what you want, check out the prompt generator in my bio!

will write:

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

kid fics

most aus and tropes

social media fics - if you want one of these, the ask needs to be in strong detail (tumblr is my only social, and i don't follow trends at all)

car crashes, but only if it ends happy

alcohol use as long as it's not alcohol abuse

toxic relationships, but only if it ends happy

will not write:

smut

reader/author insert (unless an original story is in second person)

smoking (this includes marauders era!)

gender swap*

incest

major character death/unhappy ending

suicide

mpreg

a/b/o

*this isn't to say i won't write genderqueer characters, just for some reason, i've never been able to get into gender swap stuff. i will write any and all queer identities to the best of my ability! love y'all <3

[throneofsapphics]

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

sleep talking 

Manorian x Reader 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Her eyes slowly filled with tears. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darkbluenostalgia]

I am unwell... like, the language Master Lee used to describe Uk & Yeong, "He is the bright light that protects the world and she is the shadow that protects him by embracing the darkness surrounding him."

It's paralleling Samlaena & Manorian. Like how, Celaena described Sam as "a bright light to take out whenever things were darkest" and how Dorian described Manon as though she "had been crafted from the darkness between the stars".

Plus, the overall angst of being jealous of your intended's dead lover who is also you. It's giving the same energy as Kagome being jealous of Kikyo, from Inuyasha, which just so happens to be a childhood staple anime of mine.

Don't even get me started on how I could do a line-by-line analysis of UkYeong's dynamics to both 'Labyrinth' & 'This Love' by Taylor Swift.

Everything is connected... not only the lyrics from my favourite artist's discography, but also the quotes from my favourite book series of all-time. Of course, I'm gonna be obsessed with this Kdrama. The formula is right there.

[autumnshighlady]

Heyy Amara, I discovered your blog today and holy shit I loved your writing, especially on poly!rowalin, could you do one with Manon? you decide if it's just her, or Dorian or even the thirteen, of course only if you're comfortable, oh and. I'm sorry if my writing isn't so good (english is not my first language).

Can I (please) be 🦊 anon ?

hello darling! I can absolutely do some writing for Manon, Dorian, the Thirteen, and/or poly!Manorian if you’d like! anything specific? smut, fluff, angst, etc? let me know <3

fyi to everyone: i’ve been slow getting to requests but i promise i’m working on it. I’m working 7 days a week for the summer so it’s hard to find time to write but I’m very slowly making progress, be patient with me because I don’t wanna rush anything — I wanna give you guys good content, not something sloppy!

[thewayshedreamed]

Dani!!!! Omg congrats for your followers milestone, I'm so proud of you!!! It's delightful to see you get the recognition 👏you👏deserve👏

If i may, could you write something for Manorian or Elorcan with the prompt “i can’t hide the way i feel about you anymore.” ? Feel free to do whatever you want with it 😅 and it's fine if you don't vibe with it 🥰

Thank you so much, my love! I appreciate the kindness more than you know 🥺💕

I went with Manorian for this one, so I hope that's okay! I haven't fulfilled a prompt for them yet, and I liked this one for them! Hope you enjoy!!

[Slightly nsfw, strong language, matures themes.]

931 words.

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It wasn't rare that Manon reached out for a nightcap with Dorian. Usually, she was already a little tipsy and eager to cash in on their current arrangement by the time she texted or called.

They had met in class a couple of semesters back, and after running into each other on a night out, they had decided to keep doing so. Casually. Urgently. Often.

There was no talk of exclusivity, but Dorian hadn't slept with anyone else since they started. It wasn't that the opportunity hadn't presented itself. That happened quite regularly, in fact. He had a suspicion that most of the women and men who shamelessly propositioned him did't have the same preference for his particular tastes.

Manon always met his rough edges with her own, and their chemistry had only grown the more they bared those edges to each other. The intensity he threw at her never made her timid. She rose to meet him where he was, even daring to push him a little further at times.

Being understood had his walls come down without his realization. Manon made him feel seen, understood, and the desire to seek out anyone else had been snuffed out for quite some time. There hadn't been a side of himself, an intensity he'd shown, that made Manon balk. The fact that their desires were wholly compatible made him feel like his chest was tightening any time he thought too long on it.

That was the problem. He wasn't supposed to feel anything at all.

He'd been having a drink with Chaol at a bar in downtown Rifthold when Manon's text flashed across his screen. He'd finished his off, paid for the both of them, and said his goodbyes to his friend before calling her. After only a couple of rings, she picked up.

"Hi, princeling."

Her voice was velvet, and it send goosebumps over his skin. That didn't stop him from rolling his eyes at the nickname.

"Since you texted me, I assume you're trying to get into trouble." He paused at a crosswalk, glancing at the walk signal while he listened to her low rumble of a laugh.

"Something like that. Or maybe trouble loves company."

His breath hitched, and he chastised his brain for searching for a hidden meaning. Was she telling him she'd grown to love his company? And if so, how drunk was she? More likely than that, it was shallow play on words unworthy of much analysis. Dorian rolled his shoulders at the disappointment.

"I guess that makes two of us, then," he purred, walking briskly across the street to his car. "I'm on my way."

—

They lay on their backs, panting after wreaking havoc on each surface in pursuit of Manon's bedroom. Dorian wondered what kind of feat it would be to locate all of their discarded clothing, but ultimately decided that was a problem for later. He rolled his head to the side to find Manon's amber eyes fixed on him already, a satisfied smile across her face.

Dorian slid his fingers down her arm until he gripped her hand and brought it to lay on his stomach. His thumb rubbed soft circles over the redness around her wrists, soothing the delicate skin.

"No need to fuss, princeling. I'm a big girl," she teased, her voice raspy.

Dorian rolled his eyes. "I'm being nice. Don't ruin it."

Manon chuckled again, raising her free arm over her head and closing her eyes. He shamelessly allowed his eyes to take in her form, to map the delicate curves of her body in a way that allowed for more thorough worship the next time. Dorian was a goal-oriented man; always aiming to improve.

"You're staring."

How she knew it with her eyes closed was lost on him, but he didn't deny it. "Are you complaining, witchling?"

To his surprise, she rolled toward him, laying her head on his chest and tossing a leg over his. Manon wasn't usually one to initiate cuddling, but since he wasn't stupid, he helped her get situated. Her contented sigh was a punch to the stomach.

Very rarely did they sleep over, and when they did, it was purely due to exhaustion. In those cases, they slipped out quietly before the other awoke the next day to keep things simple. They had to keep certain lines in the sand, thus the rules.

Dorian raised a shaky hand to cup her bicep and wrapped his other arm around her back. Manon's sleepy voice gave him pause, but she made no moves to create any distance. "If you tell anyone we cuddled, I'll gut you."

He laughed, squeezing her in apology in the event he jostled her too much. "I wouldn't dare. Your secret is safe with me. I have my own to keep, so I get it."

Manon huffed a laugh through her nose and pressed her cheek against him in thanks. "What's yours?" Her words were heavy and slurred, as if she was barely hanging on to consciousness.

Her body started to twitch, and Dorian knew sleep would claim her soon. He swallowed thickly. Manon didn't press him to hurry, but he felt the urgency anyway.

"I can't hide the way I feel about you anymore," he whispered. That admission hadn't been on his agenda tonight, or in this lifetime, but he hadn't anticipated that she would ever ask.

Her body twitched against him again, and he realized the evenness of her breathing.

"Manon?"

Nothing, only her soft breaths dancing across his chest. Dorian pressed a kiss to her hair.

"Night, witchling."