#manorian's son

[throneofsapphics]

Lysa Dion's daughter arriving home with a hickey in the detail she is secretly dating her son Manorian with gavriel alive seeing the situation later they discover that they are partners but the parents discover that they got married in secret

questionable decisions

Manorian's son x Reader (Lysaedion's daughter)

Summary: Your parents figure out how you spent your week in Perranth.

Warnings: drinking, not proofread

A/N: I love this idea

She adjusted her hair, pulling it over to one side and glancing at herself in the mirror again. That asshole left a mark on her, specifically when she told him to try and avoid it. At least it wasn’t too obvious, hidden behind her ear and easily covered by her hair. 

“You said try,” he’d taunted her as she rolled her eyes. That asshole who also happened to be her husband, for gods-sake. They’d been quite drunk one night, meeting in Perranth, and found someone to marry them. Both of them were fully capable of acting sober, and thought it was a great idea at the time. In hindsight … maybe it wasn’t their smartest move. Everyone else seemed to think it was a joke. Still, neither of them had asked for a divorce. Not a soul beyond a few trusted friends knew they were together in the first place. 

-

“Why is there a letter addressed to “Y/n Havilliard?” You stalked over and snatched it out of his hands. Sure enough, a very official looking large envelope with that name scrawled across it rested in your hands. You turned to the side, avoiding eye contact as you held it up to the light, squinting. Probably a marriage certificate. 

“Probably a joke,” you laughed, fighting down any nerves and shifting your hair over your shoulder. 

“She’s lying.” Gavriel said mildly. “And what’s that on your neck?” 

Screwed. She was so screwed. “None of your business.” She snipped at him, and a knowing smile crossed his features. Aedion ignored that, in favor of the letter in your hands. 

“Open it.” Gavriel said, not giving her father the chance to tell her. The words were a command, and she knew she wouldn’t leave the room without opening thats gods-damned letter. 

-

“You’re MARRIED?” Lysandra heard Aedion yell, as she walked through the door. 

“Who’s married?” She asked, spotting Aedion clutching a paper in his hands - thick official looking paper.

“I was drunk.” You turned with pleading eyes. Both Gavriel and Aedion had slightly murderous looks on their faces and she frowned. Immediately, she spotted the small bruise on your neck and gave you a small smile. Along with the scent of a particularly deceiving perfume. You’d spent a week in Perranth, how the hell had you gotten married? And where did that bruise come from? Well, Lysandra knew how that happened. 

“And who are you married to?” 

“The King of Adarlan’s spawn.” Aedion said. She cut him a sharp look, now was not the time to bring up old grudges, even if her husband had mostly let it go. 

“I didn’t know you two were together,” she mused - eyeing the bruise again as you shifted your hair to cover it. 

“We’re not,” you replied a bit too quickly. 

“Lying.” Gavriel said from across the room. “Again.” 

Somehow, he always knew when she was lying - or even just omitting something. 

“Just.” You huffed, “forget about this.” 

“I’m supposed to forget that my daughter is married?” She raised a brow, “and didn’t invite me to the wedding?” 

“It was hardly a wedding.” She grumbled, snatching the paper back from her father. 

“At least you haven’t consummated it, you can still get it annulled.” Aedion mused. 

You, very firmly, avoided his gaze. Lysandra cut him a sharp glare, as if to say shut your gods-damned mouth. 

“I wonder how Dorian’s reacted.” She commented. “Or Manon.” 

Your face paled. 

-

Lysandra debated whether writing to Aelin, or convincing you to shift with her and fly to Orynth, just so you could see the Queen’s reaction in person. 

“Shift.” She announced after breakfast, “we’re going to Orynth.” 

You groaned and dragged your feet. She watched you exchange a pleading glance with Gavriel, who only shook his head, giving you a look as if to say; good luck. 

You both shifted, and took off towards Orynth. 

-

You shot murderous glares at your mother the entire way to the capital, debating if it would be worth her dragging you back if you turned around. Both of you shifted back a mile or so out, grabbing the clothes they’d strategically stored for the two of you. Showing up at the castle naked was not ideal. 

Your mother probably wanted to tell Aelin, and to torture you by making sure you saw your Aunt’s reaction. Dragging you to Orynth to share some gossip with the Queen. Although it was rather significant gossip - even if the marriage would likely dissolve or be forgotten. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aelin asked, meeting you at the gates and exchanging a hug with each of you. 

“Y/n’s married.” Lysandra announced, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Mother,” you snarled, but Aelin looked at you, her head tilted to the side. 

“To Manon and Dorian’s son?” 

Your jaw dropped, but she shrugged. “He didn’t hide his scent from Rowan well enough, we were wondering if you would tell anyone.” 

“And you didn’t tell me?” Lysandra said, in shock outrage. 

Aelin wrapped an arm around you, tugging you into her side. “I couldn’t betray our favorite niece.”

[shadowhandss60]

Dorian’s mom after her son was posessed and tortured, her husband killed along with hundreds of her court members:

[darklinaforever]

“Sarah J Mass continues the trend where abusive relationships are portrayed as completely acceptable.”

Um... Feysand is abusive ? Is Elriel abusive ? Nessian is abusive ? Rowaelin is abusive ? Manorian is abusive ? I... WTF ?!

Apparently, from what I know, people are saying that Feysand is abusive starting in book 4, when... no ? Yes, it sucks that Rhysand hid the pregnancy problem from Feyre, but you know what stress can do to an already stressed pregnant woman ? A miscarriage. And clearly, even if Rhysand wasn't perfect on this one, the risk and fear it provoked in him made sense. Making a mistake in a healthy relationship isn't the end of the world, especially with such a complicated situation, essentially dead end. The purpose of this plot specifically being Nesta's rescue for her relationship with Feyre. Maybe SJM didn't handle the scenario very well, but that's okay in itself. Especially since Rhysand planned to talk to Feyre about it at one point or another. He wasn't planning on hiding it from her until the birth or never telling her ! What would have really been toxic is... oh I don't know, absolutely wanting to risk having your son at the risk of Feyre's life and the baby no matter what by hiding it from her ?! (And let me have a doubt, but Rhysand's life was just as threatened as Feyre... If one dies, so does the other. No ?!) Also, it's a fantasy universe... I mean, a mistake in a couple of two immortal Fae essentially caused by the fear of the death of your partner and your baby... Uh, I think we can forgive, right ? This is nothing compared to the whole relationship Feyre had with Tamlin !

I've literally seen people say that if Feyre had died at the end of the book, it would have confirmed that Rhysand was toxic / abusif, but in what way ? I remind you that Feyre knew about it at that time and that no matter if she would have known from the start, there was no solution for Feyre's case ! It was literally a no-win situation ! Rhysand would have been abusive of what ? For getting her pregnant ? Knowing that Feyre wanted this baby and was the one who decided to have one ? Also, these people were even talking about the fact that Rhysand would probably have blamed himself for Feyre's death but believed that he had done the moral and right thing... Like WTF ? Did these people even forget that Rhysand would have died with Feyre if she was fucking dead ?! They don't even make the effort to pretend they know what they're talking about ! Seriously, the reasoning of the antis is slammed to the ground.

Rhysand essentially wanted to avoid any risk of unnecessary stress to Feyre (because once again it's fucking dangerous) in the sense that he hoped to find a solution to save her before telling her about the problem. And then, even if he didn't tell her right away after understanding that no, there was no solution, I would like to see you there telling the love of your life that she is inevitably going to die during delivery with the baby, when she was so happy and impatient to have this child and start this new chapter of your life together ?!

Oh, and apparently the protective shield was toxic... You know, that same shield, brought in with the new threat emanating from the mortal queens, Beron's schemes and fucking Koshei... (Knowing that Rhys literally said in book 2 that he would be terrified to see his soulmate pregnant while they were surrounded by enemies, and the idea of ​​what he would be capable of doing if Feyre was expecting a child and that she was threatened or harmed. Well I don't even see how this shield thing would shock the reader or be out of character for Rhysand...) This same protective shield that Feyre accepted despite gently making fun of it with Cassian, and that Rhysand then lowered so that she could be in contact with their family members whenever they wanted and / or whenever the moment presented itself once they were able to fully master it. So basically she could still touch her family / people she wanted... (Especially since Feyre may have a shield on her, but she is not kept locked up. She is free to go out and do what she wants. At one point, Feyre even says that she should accompany Nesta, Casian and Azriel into danger, after Rhysand says the same thing, then Rhysand corrects it by saying that they should accompany them both. Not that she shouldn't go. He's not fucking controlling her !) The real toxicity would have been keeping the shield on under all circumstances despite the conversation Feyre and Cassian had about it the first time he was addressed.

[acourtofkindness]

Thank you for sending in all the stories, here you can find the collection! Some of these are one-shots, some are longer stories, just click your way through them and also check out their other fics!

A Ballad of Thorns & Roses: How the High Lord of Spring told his Tale (Feylin/Tamcien)

by @positivelyruined When Tamlin, the High Lord of the Spring Court of Prythian, finds the clock counting down to his final battle with Amarantha — two things push him into action: the sudden death and bloody sacrifice of his friend Andras and the fierce vexation of his close friend Lucien. With no more time to waste, he offers shelter to the one person that he should despise the most — the girl who murdered Andras. His heart has been bleeding for a decade. Will their connection be enough to break the bond that holds the Spring Court captive, or will this burning love only spurn Tamlin’s heart? In this tale as old as time, only time will tell.

Spirit Meets the Bones (Eris x OC)

by @lucienarcheron Eris and Iris. Son of a high lord. Daughter of a fiend. An arranged marriage brought them together and beneath all the hate, the two are more alike than they’d like to be.

To Dust Or To Gold (Neris)

by @queercontrarian Eris calls in his bargain with Rhysand: he wants Nesta to join him in the Autumn Court to help him in his scheme to bring down his father.

Flame of Autumn (Eris x OC)

by @climbthemountain2020 "He quashed his hope like a bug beneath his heel. They would meet, marry, and produce a child. How hard could it possibly be to copulate and wash his hands of it? It’s not like he hadn’t regularly found release in the hundreds of years of living. This one would just be attached to him a bit more legally." Eris Vanserra is forced into a marriage with a magic-less daughter of Autumn from a strong bloodline. Despite his best efforts to remain apathetic, the universe has other plans.

A Court of Threads & Daises (Lucien x Tamlin)

by @shi-daisy Tragedy almost struck the Spring Court when Tamlin Evergreen tried to take his own life. Lucien Vanserra manages to save his former Lord, but not his power. Now that the Spring Court has a new High Lord and the horrors of war are behind them, both Tamlin and Lucien agree to help the new heir navigate court life and attempt to rebuild the broken Spring Court, along with healing themselves. They weren't expecting to fall back in love in the process.

A Court of Song and Desolation (Tamlin x Lucien)

by @achaotichuman With his Court in ruins and everyone gone, Tamlin lives amongst the broken pieces of his Court and has no intentions of changing that. Lucien, however, will not stand to leave his oldest friend alone. When Lucien takes Tamlin back to the human lands, they discover a darkness coming for Prythian. If something does not stop it, it will completely rewrite the way Faeries and humans alike live as they know it.

Of Hearts and Swords (Feysand, Nessian, Manorian, Quinlar, etc.)

by @QueenofNightmares (on ao3) 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.

Flame of Autumn (Eris x OC)

by @climbthemountain2020 Eris Vanserra is forced into a marriage with a magic-less daughter of Autumn from a strong bloodline. Despite his best efforts to remain apathetic, the universe has other plans.

Beyond (Helion x LoA)

by @areyoudreaminof The Lady of Autumn has agreed to come live at the Day Court, though she seems hesitant. Can Helion convince her that she belongs at his side?

[divinerivals]

The only thing I worry about if she writes a Manorian book is her ruining their characters/relationship, if that makes sense. Manorian is arguably my favorite SJM couple (Gwynriel is a close second) and I worry that if she wrote a book about them then she might do something to ruin it. Some people were mad at Silver Flames and it ruined Nessian for them. I liked Silver Flames, but I understand the criticism. I would really love a Manorian book, though. Out of all the TOG characters, I’d say Manon’s and Dorian’s stories have enough traction/room for a plot. It makes the most sense for those two to have a book. And I would love to see the look on Dorian’s mothers face when she sees that her son is fucking the witch queen and wants Manon to be his queen. Yes please, Dorian. And Manon doesn’t know that Dorian told Maeve “there’s only one witch who will be my queen” that’s MY king right there!

I know this might be a controversial thought. I don't believe she could ruin her characters. They are hers. She knows them faaaar better than we ever could. Even if she did they are her characters to ruin. With that being said, I honestly think she takes far more care with Throne of Glass than acotar. True acotar might be the more popular but TOG is years of hardwork for her and that is her baby. I wouldn't worry to much ❤️

Yeah, a lot of people were unhappy with acosf for many, many reasons. Some of those reasons are totally understandable and some....well if I state my thoughts I don't know if people will be happy 😅. If you wanna know them, I'll dish. But it just might upset some lol. Then again, maybe it needs to be said.

[rufousnmacska]

Here is part two - Dorian’s pov - of this anon-requested manorian head canon. Thanks to @itach-i for beta reading and fangirling 🥰

Hope you like it!

***

Orynth was months ago, and yet to Dorian it sometimes felt like years. The sickening feel of the collar on his skin, the voice of his father commanding him to kill a guard, the voice of his father saving him from the wyrd keys. The dreams left him dizzy with confusion, left him wondering if he could repair the Havilliard name and the damage his father had wrought. On the dreamless nights, he woke feeling rested but hollow. A new sense of emptiness as if something was missing.

It wasn’t until he walked in on a quiet moment between Chaol and Yrene one day that he realized what that empty feeling might be. His friends were hugging, their baby son cuddled between them. And oddly, it made him think of her.

He’d thought of Manon often since they’d parted in Terrasen. More often than he’d admitted to anyone, including himself. Of course he worried about her after the loss of her coven. But Dorian had kept those thoughts fleeting and mostly businesslike - how a treaty might impact the witches, when the wyverns would be old enough to train.

The fact that her face, her scent, her eyes were the only things he imagined when pleasuring himself… that meant nothing. He was simply too overwhelmed with work and in need of release.

But seeing his friends, he knew. He missed her. Desperately. Whatever they had was not over. Not even close.

When his mother approached him one day about his upcoming birthday, Dorian snapped. She left his office in tears and it took two days for her to forgive him. He blamed his horrible behavior on a headache, unable to tell her the truth.

His last birthday he’d been a slave to a valg prince. A torturer and murderer. He tried to kill one of his best friends. Or so he’d been told. The knowledge made him sick and fed the self doubt that seemed to be growing by the day.

No, he did not think a birthday ball would raise the morale of the castle and city. No, the presence of many, beautiful, eligible ladies would not cheer him up.

But she had not listened. Planning was underway and he replied by burying himself in his work. Ignoring the seed of hope that maybe the Witch Queen would receive an invitation.

The night before the festivities, Dorian lay in his bed unable to sleep. Dark thoughts and half memories raced through his head whenever he closed his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, no matter the tonic Yrene had made, sleep was impossible. The only time his tense muscles relaxed was when his thoughts turned to her.

Once, he almost drifted off. Imagining…

Manon walked into the ballroom, her silken hair in a braided crown, a red cape trailing behind. He left the person he was talking to and made his way through the crowd toward her. Their eyes were locked. The music had stopped. And yet, the more people he pushed aside, the farther away she became. Her smile never faltered and her golden gaze stayed on him. But the crowd was pulling him away. The crowd, the people, his people were pulling him back, tearing at his crown, his ornate clothing, shouting that he was not their king, shouting that they deserved a better king, one who hadn’t abandoned them, one who wouldn’t torture them, one that-

Dorian shook violently awake, a scream in his throat and both hands clutching his neck.

When the music began, Dorian swallowed his shame and painted a smile on his face. No doubt the line of women wanting to dance with him was long. And full of all the same greedy-eyed courtiers, who, like his mother, noticed no difference in him from last year to this.

He held back the grimace that came with the thought, and once again wished for her. Her presence that calmed him, made him feel real, and true.

He’d been a fool these past months, trying to convince himself that they were some sort of ephemeral thing. Like a butterfly that lives for a season and vanishes. He wanted the butterfly. Not to cage, but to have it fly to him, and him to fly to her.

Dorian shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Comparing Manon to a butterfly? He was a fool.

The dance ended and he bowed to the Lady from a holding he’d forgotten. And just then, something prickled over his skin. He turned, looked up, and there she was.

Manon, in a red dress unlike anything his poor imagination could conjure.

She glided down the stairway, every step graceful. Just like his dream, their gaze never broke. He almost stopped walking, expecting this to turn into the nightmare of last night. But the smile she wore now was different. Not as broad or bright. This smile was soft, almost shy. Beyond description. It made his heart thrum.

They both stopped when they were eye to eye and he liked this position. It felt right. His equal, his queen.

“Hello witchling.” That he could speak surprised him.

Manon took a breath and said, “Hello princeling.”

Before she faded away, he pulled her into his arms and into a dance. He moved them away from the crowd and everyone disappeared from his awareness. Everyone but her.

“This is the best birthday present I could have asked for,” he whispered in her ear.

Manon wrinkled her nose slightly. “Your birthday?”

That she was here without knowing made it feel like fate. She shivered at his touch and he struggled to stay focused. “I’m going to pretend you knew.”

A moment of dancing passed and Manon noticed the new crest adorning his jacket. When he directed her to the mosaic on the wall, she froze. He’d had it designed to honor their sacrifice, not knowing if or when Manon would ever see it. Hoping. He’d hoped she would. And now she had tears forming in her eyes.

“It’s nothing,” Dorian said. “Just a token of our appreciation for what they gave.”

“It’s not nothing,” she replied, swallowing the tears before they fell.

Now it was his turn to freeze. Manon rested her warm hand on his cheek. It was soft, unsteady. But real. The image of a butterfly landing in his hand flitted through his mind. He blinked it away and turned to kiss her palm.

Dorian took Manon’s hand and led her from the ballroom. Within minutes of back halls and hidden passageways they were in his room.

Alone.

Together. Finally.

As they embraced, he drew a finger under her eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping. Judging by the darkness of her normally pale skin, she hadn’t slept well in some time.

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” she said, knowing what he was about to suggest.

He could hear the music rising up through the balcony. “And I don’t want to take off this dress yet.” It was the truth. She was stunning.

So they danced in each other’s arms until Manon turned her face up to his and he kissed her.

They were awake together all night and fell asleep at dawn. He spent the day curled around her, not caring that they never left the bed.

She was here and that’s all that mattered.

[helionmylove]

would anyone be interested in my attempt at a throne of glass next gen fic?

featuring a rowaelin daughter, a manorian son, and a westfall son?

[ladybookstan]

So do we, Little Witchling

Headcanon - Baby Manorian (part two) With The Thirteen

The part one is here!!

⚠️KoA Spoiler Alert!

I'm still in Tower of Dawn, but I couldn't protect myself from that spoiler. So I know what's going to happen with The Thirteen (not in detail, at least I managed to save myself from getting the whole spoiler) @positivewitch get ready for when I get to KoA, you will comfort me, my lady.

When I did the other headcanon Baby Manorian I kept thinking about The Thirteen, wherever in a World Beyond they are, can they see Manon? See her happiness? So I decided to write about it, and tried a different writing, as if we were really with Asterin, the Baby Manorian. I hope you enjoy it, and feedbacks are always very welcome💛✨

@any-mel @lady-elorcangwynrielmanorian @throne-of-roses-city

Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard was in Perranth, Terrasen, spending a week with her aunt and uncle. A month after her fifteenth birthday.

The day was incredible. Very hot, but incredible, and the Crown Princess of Adarlan was sitting atop a small hill, under the shade of a large tree, looking out over the estate of the Lady and Lord of Perranth. A multitude of trees making up a beautiful landscape stretched behind her.

The young Heir of the Crochan Witch Clan had climbed the small hill after helping her aunt set up the lunch table in the gardens. That was one of Asterin's favorite places in the whole world. And she was there thinking and feeling it.

Ever since she could remember, the young princess had always felt that way. Ever since she was little, Asterin had always felt as if something was with her all the time.

It was the presence of someone, some being that was in another world, but somehow managed to gain access to her, with some limits, but still it was a constant presence, strong and powerful. Presences, really. Or something like that.

The first time the princess remembered feeling that was when she was five years old. It wasn't a very clear memory, it was in the back of Asterin's mind.

It was night and a storm was falling outside. The princess woke up startled by the sound of thunder and clung to her pink blanket. She was feeling so scared and just wanted her parents. Staying with her mother always made her feel brave, and in her father's embrace, the princess always found comfort and security. But that night, with every thunder that sounded, Asterin cringed more and more. Then she felt it, presences in the room and something like an invisible hand caressing her face, reassuring her. It wasn't like her father's invisible hands, fun and playful, it was like her mother's hand. A feminine hand, firm and warm. A moment later came the feeling. Of security, calm. It was at that moment that the young princess got out of bed, still clutching the pink blanket, and went to her parents' room. Those presences accompanying her, assuring her that everything was okay. She didn't need to be afraid of the dark. When Asterin reached her parents' room, she climbed into the middle of the bed and fell asleep quickly, knowing she was safe.

The memory left a smile on Asterin's face, and she lifted her head when she heard soft footsteps on her side. The Lady of Perranth was walking toward her, in a beautiful light blue dress and with a big smile.

"Lunch is almost ready and whatever you are thinking is making the gears work hard." She spoke as she sat down beside Asterin on the green grass. The Heir of the Crochan Witch Clan loved the fact that her aunt was so perceptive, for someone so small, the woman held too much wisdom. Elide Lochan was, without a doubt, one of the young princess' favorite people.

"Can I tell you something really crazy?" Hesitation danced in Asterin's words and Elide looked at the young woman she considered not only her niece, but a second daughter as well and smiled.

"Honey, I am part of the Court of Aelin, I am best friends with your mother, I am married to Lord Lorcan Lochan and my son is his father's copy. There's a lot of craziness around me, so you can tell me anything." The princess smiled at that and looked at the landscape in front of her and began to tell what she had never told anyone before.

"This is the first time I've ever told that. But I think I can feel them sometimes, the Thirteen. They are like presences around me and bring me a sense of security, strength and power. I don't know how to explain it, Aunt Elide, I just... I feel it. I don't know when I started to be sure that they are these presences around me, but at some moments, when I am flying with Abraxos, it is as if the wind whispered very softly to me the names of each one. It gives me a feeling of happiness for I am in the sky, for I am alive and in a better world, and I open my arms, shout with joy and close my eyes. Or sometimes when I'm training, with Dad or with one of my uncles, if I pay close attention to my surroundings I can feel someone helping me, to control my breathing, to keep me focused, to pull the raw magic out of me and control it."

The princess paused and continued.

"When I was little, I think it was they, The Thirteen, who taught me not to be afraid of the dark... Every time I tried to do something really hard and couldn't, I always had something telling me to try again. And again, if I had to. Until I succeeded. And when I did, I always had the feeling that I had made someone proud, and not just my parents or family, but someone who was not in this world. I don't see ghosts or hauntings, I wouldn't be so calm if that were the case, but I feel them. All Thirteen of them. I know the personalities of each of them, and I blame Mom for that, but maybe it's easier for me to feel the presences of each one because it's like I know them."

The Crown Princess of Adarlan looked at the Lady of Perranth, who was wearing a small smile and an expression that held so many emotions.

"And I feel them everywhere I am. Adarlan, here in Terrasen, in the Witch Kingdom, in the South Continent... It's like they never leave me. I don't know, they're like... I haven't found a word that fits. Guardians? Protectors? I mean, I know they weren't sweet and gentle witches. I'm well aware of that, but then do they like me?"

The Heir of the Crochan Witch Clan sighed, feeling lighter for finally saying all that out loud, and stared at the grass below her.

"I wonder if this is real, Auntie. Or did my mother tell me too many stories of the Thirteen and now I'm imagining it or going crazy? Is this worrying? Because I haven't found any explanation."

A small, delicate, firm hand touched Asterin's hand. Looking up, she saw Elide smile and understood that her aunt didn't think she was crazy.

"Just because something is inexplicable, doesn't mean it isn't real." And in that moment, Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard loved Elide Lochan a little more.

"So you believe me and don't think I'm crazy?" The Lady of Perranth's smile grew.

"Of course I believe you and you are not crazy. In our world, the impossible is... so possible. And I have met the Thirteen, I have no doubt that they would find some way to be near Manon and you. No matter where they are."

"Do you really think so?" A lump was stuck in Asterin's throat, but she continued to look at her aunt.

"I am sure. Now, why don't you try talking to them?" The young princess almost felt her eyes pop out so wide open they were.

"What? Talk to the Thirteen? Now? Here?" The questions came out without pause and Elide stood up.

"Exactly. I'll see if anything is missing before lunch is ready. I'll ask Lorcan or Cal to call you for lunch." Asterin was trying to process everything.

"Hum, I've never tried to talk to them. Do you think that could...happen? Work?" Elide crouched in front of her niece and tucked a lock of dark hair - identical to Dorian's - behind the princess's ear. Staring into eyes of molten gold - identical to Manon's - the Lady of Perranth spoke softly:

"You will never know unless you try." And so, she began to walk away. She walked down the small hill and headed toward the estate.

Ten minutes later, Asterin was still thinking about what she was going to do. How would she talk to the Thirteen? How would she talk to the witches who were and still are her Heroines? It was all so unbelievable that it might be funny if Asterin wasn't really considering talking to them. It could all be funny if she really wasn't looking up at the sky and clearing her throat to start talking to her mother's Old Alliance.

"Hum, hello? I am Asterin. Manon's daughter. I believe you guys know me. In fact, I am 100% sure that you know me. I don't want to bother you right now, but can I talk to you or something?" Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard wanted to bury her head in the sand and forget what she had just said. That was the most embarrassing moment of her entire life.

Closing her eyes, Asterin rubbed her face with both hands. She was going crazy too young. Her aunt was too kind to say. That was the only explanation for all this.

Suddenly a light, warm, gentle breeze shook the young princess's long hair. And she felt it, without any fear. As she opened her eyes and looked around to find no one, she felt how she could feel the sun's rays on her skin, or how she could feel the breeze that brought them with it.

The presences that had always been with her. Her mother's Old Alliance. The Thirteen.

The princess was nervous and she didn't know why, but her heart was beating frantically and wildly. Then she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"She misses all of you. Even if she doesn't talk about it, I know." The light breeze caressed the princess's cheeks and she could have sworn she heard a distant, feminine whisper from a firm voice.

We know.

A laugh escaped the Crown Princess of Adarlan's lips and she continued.

"Can you hear me? See me?" So many feelings were overflowing from the princess's voice. And once again, that breeze caressed Asterin's cheeks, distant, but in an affectionate way.

Always.

"Sorrel. Vesta. Faline. Fallon. Edda. Briar. Thea. Kaya. Lin. Ghislaine. Imogem... And Asterin." Speaking their names knowing they would hear should not make the young princess so happy.

It's us, Little Witchling.

A different voice. Using the nickname her parents gave her. That made the princess smile. A very big smile.

"I want to talk to you guys so much, and I can't believe I didn't do this before. My mom will be so happy, even if she won't show it, you know how she is and-" The princess stopped talking when she realized the whisper that the breeze was carrying to her.

It's not that simple. We won't be able to talk to you again for a long time.

Another voice and the princess' smile narrowed, she asked the question more necessary than the others.

"For how long? Days? Weeks? Months?" The voice that whispered, the princess could swear it was Ghislaine. Dorian Havilliard's daughter could recognize another reader's voice even if they were worlds apart.

Too long, that's all we could say.

"I understand." The whisper came from the daughter of the last Crochan Queen this time. And she really understood, she had read and heard enough stories to know that everything had a price. Even the impossible that became possible would always have a difficult side.

A light breeze wrapped the princess like a soft blanket, as if to take away her sadness, and this time, a warm, cheerful voice spoke.

Tell Manon that we have found peace. Tell her that we are happy for her, that she found happiness, that she had you. Tell her that I found my Hunter and my Witchling. Tell her that we wish things could have been different, but none of us would change what we did.

Tears danced the young princess's vision and she knew exactly who had spoken to her.

"Asterin." The name came out as a sob, but the daughter of the King of Adarlan was smiling. And smiling wider as the light breeze enveloped her face.

It's me.

A tear fell down the cheek of Manon's daughter, but soon disappeared, as if someone had wiped it away. At that moment, the whole thing was unbelievable and inexplicable. "Just because something is inexplicable, doesn't mean it isn't real." That was real. The young princess could feel it in her bones and in her blood.

"I hope I am doing where I deserve to use your name." That was the only thing she could say to show how honored she felt to be called Asterin. And as if she could read the princess's thoughts, Asterin herself whispered.

The honor is all mine, Little Witchling.

"Will I stop feeling you guys? Will you go away?" The most important questions.

Never. We will always be with you.

The young princess could have cried with relief. And she was sure it was Sorrel who whispered this time.

"Thank you. For everything. I would have loved to have known you all." And that was so true.

So do we, Little Witchling.

The light breeze grew stronger and began to get cold. The young princess knew the moment was ending, so she spoke the words that would be a hundred times better than a goodbye.

"My mother will never forget you. And neither will I." Bringing two fingers to her forehead, Asterin closed her eyes and felt twelve beautiful smiles directed at her and then the breeze went away.

The heat returned fully and the Crown Princess of Adarlan sat on top of that small hill, watching the landscape for a while. Smiling. And crying. But very, very happy.

..................

"Asterin! Lunch!." The Lord of Perranth's voice sounded throughout the place, causing a few birds to fly up and shout back.

"I'm coming, Uncle Lorcan!" Then Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard came down the small hill, with a giant smile, knowing that she had never been and never would be alone, and ran towards her uncle, who was waiting for her.

[starfallkaz]

SJMaas Characters on Valentine’s Day

Rhys - the whole dramatic lovefest, massaging Feyre’s back, huge bath with candles and rose petals (obviously leading to loveeee making in the water even though it’s a terrible lubricant) Feyre is his mate and he’d be damned if he didn’t treat her like the queen she is

Cassian - isn’t as good with Nesta as he is with most women, she doesn’t fall for what he calls his winning personality. Convinced her to take a spin on the balcony with him, swaying his body and doing some kind of “sensuous” dance? Nesta got a good laugh out of it, and Cas wasn’t half bad (not that she’d ever admit that to him of course)

Azriel: soft smiles greeting Elain happy valentine’s day, quiet but courteous. He shyly gives her a box of chocolates and she offers him a handful of flowers from her garden (not the hyacinths that he’s allergic to), they go for a dusk walk throughout Velaris, shoulders brushing and Azriel aching to move closer to her steady warmth

Lorcan: Is pretty shit with emotions in general, but tries to look ‘nicer’. Combs his hair back and ties it in a bun (elide loves this style). He comments that it’s Valentine’s day and clears his throat. Elide simply raises an eyebrow “it is.” “Well did you want to do something...special?” Elide sidles up to him and confidently strokes a finger down his chest and lower “how about you go down on me and then we’ll see how I’m feelin”. Lorcan’s eyes turn dark and he doesn’t need to be told twice

Rowan: Wakes Aelin up as usual, and she’s slightly more willing when she knows what’s waiting for her (she not-so-subtly guided rowan in which chocolates were her favourites and how to wake her up the best way). This means eating her out in the morning, morning love-making and of course stuffing her face with chocolate. Rowan mumbling his love for her through clenched teeth as he releases and Aelin chars the sheets in their passion. She melts the chocolate when she next reaches for one and Rowan sucks it off her fingers, within seconds they’re tangled up in each other again. Of course, after lunch (the only time they emerge out of their chambers) Aelin returns the favour and has Rowan roaring in pleasure

Dorian: Manon isn’t used to celebrating Valentine’s day and in the past Dorian just picked a lucky girl to sleep with, but it felt more intimate now and he was at odd’s with what she would enjoy. If she even wanted to spend it with him. He was nervous but fit into the arrogant kingly role easily, it seems that the easiest way to make her happy was to go down on her with extreme fervour and he attempted to give her a rose. Dorian held it between his teeth as he touched her and when the thorns cut his lips, Manon licked the blood off with glowing eyes

Sartaq: there is little he wouldn’t do for nesryn, knowing that there was no one else for him . He was determined treat her the only the best. Rose petals leading up to the aerie was a good idea. “Really? Rose petals?” She quirks an eyebrow when she arrives, “I’m a man of taste.” Instead of taking Salkhi, they both get on Kadara, and take to the air. after a half an hour, Kadara finds a comfortable mountain top and lying in Sartaq’s arms Nesryn is content. They alternate this with Sartaq lying his head in Nesryn’s lap and her fingers stroking through his lengthening hair. Kadara forms a barrier between them and the harsh wind. The two share a picnic and several warm kisses. After several hours they hurry home and when finally in the bedroom, shed their clothes in wanting

Amren: two words, sex and wine

Bonus: Borte won’t stand for any of Yeran’s romantic lovey dovey stuff. She does grab him by the collar of his shirt though and passionately kiss him. Startled but unsurprised when it comes to her, Yeran just relaxes into her touch and allows the small woman to take the lead

[ii-arabianight-ii]

“Hello, Princeling”  “Hello, Witchling” 

[throneofsapphics]

Hey! Hope you're doing better mentally ❤

I was hoping we could get something (anything honestly, I'm not picky 😂) on Lorcan's kid?

Take your time!

Here have a cookie 🍪

falling down with you

Reader (Elorcan’s Daughter) x Manorian’s son 

Summary: You spend an afternoon with your boyfriend

Warnings: none

A/N: thank you for the request & cookie! Hopefully this fits what you had in mind. Manorian’s son is Orion :). Ignore my very creative title

You supposed it was a “long time coming,” but it still felt quick. One day, you were kissing your best friend and the next you were entangled in each others arms, perched on a rock in your favorite forest clearing in Perranth. 

Emelyn, your nosy older sister, always knew and did her best to cover for you. Why were you hiding again? Right - he was terrified of your father, as any sane man would be. Granted, you were terrified of his mother, well she’s adored - as much as a witch can - you as a child, but dating her son was a bit … different. Orion, the second son of the King of Adarlan. 

But, with the beautiful man next to you, it was easy to ignore the feeling that your luck was about to run out, that you’d be caught sooner rather than later.

“I missed you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“We saw each other last week,” you elbowed his side. You’d missed him too, dearly, but like your father affection didn’t quite come naturally. “I still think we should run away together,” you teased. 

“The hell you are,” your father’s voice filled the clearing, you didn’t need to look to know his jaw was clenched, eyes murderous. 

Panicked, you didn’t first thing you thought of and shoved Orion off the rock. 

A loud oof, a satisfied grunt, and your yelp. Hands shoving down cold stone, dress catching on the various crevices, you tumbled next to him. Inches from the ground, you knew it would hurt and squeezed your eyes shut. Twin tendrils of magic caught you, one the black of death, the other magic in its purest and rawest form. Orion had received no such courtesy from your father, and you weren’t surprised.

The magic gently lowered you to the ground and you flopped on your back, staring up at the sky and avoiding everyone around you. Gods, this was mortifying. 

Orion, next to you, was laughing - bent in half.

“I’m going to kill you,” you muttered half heartedly. 

“You already tried,” he countered. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw Emelyn burst into the clearing, her girlfriend - Rowan and Aelin’s daughter - hot on her heels. The duo were inseparable. 

She shot you an apologetic look. 

“Well,” her girlfriend said. “Cats out of the bag - when’s dinner?” 

[dhar16]

I can’t help it.

[daevastanner]

Throne of Glass Ships and their future children

Including character traits of said children and their sexualities because if SJM won’t give us NB characters or more gay rep then I will

Lysaedion: one (likely a boy and he is the straightest man you will ever meet - even though he experimented once)

They’re that couple that travels around to their families throwing out gifts from their adventures. Basically everyone’s favorite aunt and uncle. When they eventually have one kid that kid is spoiled rotten and way too smart for their own good. But smart in a “street smart courtier” sort of way. He’s also deadly AF and Aedion’s replica, except for his eyes which are Lysandra’s.

Manorian: one (for sure a little princess who is very bisexual)

Listen, I just feel like these two would really want a small family. Dorian and Manon only want a kid because they saw the joy it brought their loved ones to have children (Dorian with Chaol and Manon with Asterin). They are the super protective parents, but in a great way. In the way that it doesn’t matter what their kid has done, they’ve always got their back. They’re definitely that family that has a family motto they all take very seriously.

Elorcan: 3 (I’m thinking one girl, one boy, one non-binary)

Elorcan kinda just happen upon having kids. One day they decide they want to and while they aren’t actively trying, they stop trying to prevent it. Almost instantly they have their first kid and for Lorcan it’s like getting hit by a freight train because he realizes “oh I could get used to this having a family thing” and next thing Elide knows he’s asking for another. And she’s game so they have another. And then after some hesitation they have a third. Elide has said three is the cut-off, but Lorcan is pushing for four because he wants a small army.

Nesryn x Sartaq: 2 (one girl - an amazing archer with a rakish wit - one trans-boy - a charming prince to rival Dorian)

A very conventional royal family for the most part. The children train in both combat and politics, they are a unified front. Where they differ is that when their daughter decides she has no interest in politics, or when their son drops the bow, both Nesryn and Sartaq are the “I don’t care — whatever makes you happy” parents. They keep their kids to their word, but they never make them do anything they don’t want to do, and similar to Manorian they will go down swinging for their kids.

Chaorene: 6 (three girls - two are tom-boy warriors and one is a more feminine healer - three boys - one is an asexual replica of Chaol, another is a gentle healer, the last is a voracious reader know-it-all)

No. I’m not wrong here at all. Because this man daydreams of “raising a brood of children” with his wife someday. In TOD Yrene catches him “smiling broadly” at a baby and says he looks at it like something he “might desire.” He’s not impatient for their family to grow though what with his own mother and brother and the surprise of a first child they had. But when Yrene tells him she’s pregnant a second time he’s over the moon. And every time she breaks the news again his excitement level is always through the damn roof. And Yrene is the soccer mom type. Hyper efficient. Super encouraging. Together her and Chaol are powerhouse parents who run their family on mutual respect and honesty. Also, the first time Chaol has to discipline his children he realizes that he has a severe aversion to any sort of physical reprimand. This man is that parent that is an anti-spanking advocate. Yrene couldn’t agree more.

Rowaelin: 5 (3 girls - all mini Aelins who are slightly vain, very confident, and bossy - 2 boys - one is a mini Rowan in every way, the other is the openly gay sibling and an orchestrator of familial chaos)

Now hear me out: I think that Rowan’s desire for a big family takes Aelin completely off guard. She kinda falls into a similar ring with Lorcan where she’s not anti-children, she just doesn’t see the appeal of a big family. But the second she sees Rowan holding their first child, she has a Lorcan moment where she realizes that “damn, that man looks so fucking happy and I can get behind more of this.” She loves how active and young kids make her feel, but more than anything she loves the soft side of Rowan that they bring out. She also loves that he reads them bedtime stories, and Rowan is that dad that will do different voices for every character. Also, Rowan is the surprise home-maker husband. He sees to the kids, to the schedule, while Aelin does the majority of negotiation and ruling. It’s met with some resistance by the more traditional members of their kingdom but Rowaelin have never given any fucks and practically make giving zero fucks an art form so Rowan will make trips into town with the five of his kids, sans Aelin, to do grocery shopping. It always draws a few strange looks but Rowan thrives on it. Together Rowaelin swap up the gender roles and not just to spite sexism, but because it works for them. Rowan is tired of being a warrior and Aelin is just getting her feet wet.

A quick apology to my queer friends who I’ve recommended SJMs books to that were disappointed with the lack of representation

[divinerivals]

“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. Even if Manon and Dorian weren't obsessed with one another the marriage for political gain is a good move.”

Could you imagine if Aelin did actually pull up to Rifthold and dealt with them?😂 And I agree with Manorian marrying each mother being a good political move even if they weren’t obsessed with one another. Having the witches as Adarlan’s aerial support is a smart strategy. I want a scene where Hollin is being a brat and rude, and Manon says or does something that scares him. Maybe she flashes her teeth or nails? Also want a scene of Georgina shitting her pants when seeing that her son is banging the witch queen, and that Dorian wants Manon to be his queen. Georgina might be fake nice with Manon since she’s an actual queen, but I don’t think she’ll be okay with Manon not being the woman she had in mind. What I’d give to see the look on Georgina’s face. 💀😂

It would be absolutely priceless to see this all unfold. The funny thing is they can make whatever faces they want. They can be as disgusted as they want. But he is King and he is powerful. Not to mention he has powerful friends. So they know not to fuck with him.

[malulls]

Stay with me

Manorian roommates au

Masterlist

This happened a few months before Not even close, it's a flashback to when they slept together for the first time

The rain had brought a bit of freshness to the heated summer air. Dorian's hair was wet from the walk from his car to his building, which ruined all the perfect mess he had made before leaving home. He smiled as Manon's complaints about how long it took him to do his hair filled his mind.

The elevator stopped, and his smile grew as his favorite neighbor entered. Gwyneth and he quickly got into a conversation about their currently readings, though it didn't last long as her floor arrived. They said goodbye, with a promise to finish the talk by messages, and Dorian waved to her boyfriend, Azriel, who was waiting for Gwyn at the door.

He finally arrived at his apartment, finding Manon at the kitchen counter. He didn't expect her to be drinking.

He was ready to make a joke about what had made her drink so early, but her face made him freeze.

She looked... empty. That was the only way he could find to describe her appearance. She barely acknowledged him, just gave him a glance before looking blankly at the wall.

Dorian slowly sat down on the bench next to her, worrying settling in his mind.

— Hey, witchling. What is wrong?

At first he thought she wouldn't answer, but then she said "nothing," so low he almost didn't hear. He had never seen her like that.

—  It's obviously something, if it has made you... Well, like this. What just happened?

— Does it matter? — she asked, still in a low voice, but with a slightly aggressive tone this time. And reached for the bottle to fill her glass again.

Dorian frowned. He usually had no problem reading Manon, but he couldn't tell what she was feeling.

 Maybe because it looks like she's not feeling anything.

— If it's about you, of course it matters.

Her face scowled, as if she would answer harshly. Instead, she began to play with her glass, watching the amber liquid move. 

— Don't you get tired?

— Of what?

Manon opened her mouth, but closed it again, still looking like she wasn't there. She just emptied her glass. Again.

— Nothing.

For the first time since he arrived, she looked at him, and her hazy eyes showed that she was not sober. That relieved Dorian a little, because at least it could explain the nonsense. But not the melancholy under that haze.

— You look so sad.

He caressed her cheek, as gently as he could, but she shook her head and drew away, as if he had slapped her instead. 

— Don't do this.

He knew she didn't have the usual reactions to displays of affection, but she never acted like that with him. He kept in mind that she was drunk, instead of thinking too much about what that meant.

— You're not going to tell me, are you?

She just nodded, to say no. Dorian gave up, a light irritation rising on the edge of his mind as he grabbed the bottle before she could drink anymore.

— Hey?

The blankness on her face rose to meet his annoyance.

— We both know you didn't eat before drinking, and you can't wake up with a hangover tomorrow, you have to work. I'll ask food.  

Manon didn't argue, because she knew he was right. She just barked a "fine", took the glass he had filled with water for her and walked out of the kitchen, slamming the door of her room.

—

Manon hadn't left her bedroom for hours.

She ignored Dorian completely when he left food on her table, even though she had eaten, because the son of a bitch was right. If there was any way she could feel worse than she already did, a hangover would do it.

She had compulsively marathoned a suspense series, trying to ignore the painful knot in her throat, that thing under her skin. Only when Dorian's bedroom door closed, and she was sure he was sleeping, she left the room.

And only when she turned the shower on and he couldn't hear her anymore she started to cry.

The emotional storm that she had been trying to keep on edge all day crashed over her. She hated to cry. The drink had barely kept it away, and she almost didn't hold back when Dorian arrived, wanting to understand what had happened and take care of her. Fuck, she almost shattered when he stroked her cheek in that way. 

Manon leaned her forehead against the cold wall, trying to calm herself. She hated her grandmother.

Hated, hated, hated.

Everything she said was crushing on her mind, again and again. All the hateful words about how useless she was, all her flaws spat in her face, the many ways she had failed and still failed.

Never enough. Never.

Her fists clenched, holding back the impulse to punch the wall.

They were words. Only words. Words that could have hurt a child, a teenager, but should make no difference to me now.

But there she was, crying.

Ridiculous.

And she still met her grandmother when she asked, even if she had no obligations to do so. Even after promising herself that she would not look at that woman's face again as soon as she left her house.

Like a chained dog, she thought bitterly. She didn't know why she couldn't just let that go. 

When her sobs stopped, after a long time, she stepped out of the shower, and turned the lights off while she dressed. She didn't want to look at her face.

Manon threw herself on her bed and curled up, trying to prepare herself for the shitty day coming tomorrow.

She held back a groan when her bedroom door opened. Why she was surprised? Dorian was as silent as her until he laid down on the other side of the bed.

— Are you awake?

She nodded.

— What are you doing here? — Manon was glad that at least she didn't sound rude, although her voice seemed weak.

— I thought maybe you needed a hug. 

He took her arm, as softly as ever, and pulled her closer. Manon sighed, leaving her efforts to ignore him. She wanted the damn hug. His hair was still damp from the bath, spreading the smell of his shampoo she liked so much on her pillow. 

— I'm sorry for earlier. It's okay if you don't want to tell me now. But when you're ready, if you change your mind, I'll be here.

Manon wondered what he saw when he looked at her. Beyond the beauty, the ice. She wondered if he saw the truth.

She had heard for a long time that her pretty face might hide her well, but as soon as someone found out what was in the heart she had even doubted she truly had, they wouldn't want to be anywhere near her.

He tensed, and only then she realized how firmly she was holding him. But he didn't complain. He just dragged her closer, held her tighter. The small kiss he left on her forehead made her chest ache.

— I'm not going anywhere, witchling.

Dorian had known her for two years, he knew who she was, he chose to be near her. But her grandmother's voice was too loud in her mind to let her be convinced. 

Maybe it wasn't just about him staying with her, but her not letting him go either. She had already done it once with her cousin, and she would always regret it. Asterin hadn't given up on her, and Manon would always be grateful to her for that. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice. As long as she could, she wouldn't let Dorian go.

And he stayed exactly where he said he would. With her.

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[shadowsandtea]

Because I’m bored, addicted to making these things, & obsessed with the idea of an ACOTAR/Throne of Glass crossover, I decided to pair off the next generation :)

**Rowaelin’s daughter Evalin & Manorian’s daughter Rin (Asterin) were inspired by inkfaeart’s characters**

Feysand’s son & Rowaelin’s daughter

Gwynriel’s son & Manorian’s daughter (I’m lowkey in love with them both)

Lysaedion’s son & Nessian’s daughter

Vamren’s son & Elorcan’s daughter

Chaolrene’s son & Elucien’s daughter