#Manorian trash

[rufousnmacska]

When you’re deep in the manorian trash can.

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #manorian trash #i apologize for nothing

[throneofsapphics]

Hi I love you I hope you’re okay

Will you please write how reader is struggling with an ED and manorian or rowaelin figure it out and help her?

Thank you and mwah

keeping the demons away 

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Rowan and Aelin figure out how to help you. 

Warnings: eating disorder, rowan having no tact, toxic parent, not proofread  

A/N: thank you for the request! I hope you’re doing okay <3

It wasn’t exactly that she didn't want to eat. In fact, she wished that she could - that she could hit that level of normalcy and ease everyone else seemed. But, everytime she went to pick up her fork, her mothers voice would echo in her mind; you can’t have that, that’s not good for you, if you eat that you’ll die young, and the image of her snatching the fork and plate away from her- dumping half of it in the trash, played in her mind. 

She would pick up a fork, forcing the food to her mouth and hiding her grimace. A few bites later and you’d be done. It came and went in waves, sometimes you’d be able to eat regularly for a few months before it would “come back” as she called it. Each time she thought you’d finally beat it - that you’d finally conquered the demon resting on her shoulder - it showed her that it was more resilient than you’d hoped.  

But - she was so good at hiding it after all of these years. Good enough nobody had noticed. Or she thought. 

“You haven’t been finishing your food. Recently.” Rowan commented one night.

“Not hungry.” she answered automatically - the excuse she gave when anyone commented on it, and normally worked. But, Rowan woke up that day ready for a fight. 

“You haven’t been hungry for a month?” Aelin shot him a glare, but he ignored her. 

“I eat.” She countered through gritted teeth. 

“Less than half of your food.” 

“Rowan.” Aelin warned. 

“I’m fine.” She aggressively stabbed a potato, raising it to her mouth with an indignant look on her face. 

“Now eat the rest of it.” 

Her knuckles went white around the fork, pink starting to spread across her cheeks as she felt the tips of her ears burn. Then, Rowan and Aelin were caught in a staring contest, communicating in that strange way of theirs. She took the chance to shove her chair back, rising to flee the room like a coward. Without looking at her, Rowan’s hand closed around her bicep, tugging her back down to her seat. 

“Did you think we’re stupid enough not to notice?” He finally turned to her. Aelin winced. 

“I’ve never said you’re stupid.” She commented dryly, trying to force some amusement into her voice. This conversation is the last one she wants to be having today. Or any day. In fact, it’s the thing of her nightmares. 

“Every couple of months, you switch back and forth. You’ll eat normally, and then barely touch your food.” 

“That’s none of your business.” She finally snapped at him, shaking off his grip. 

“If something’s wrong with you, I’d say it is.” 

“Nothing is wrong with me,” her voice rose. 

“He didn’t mean it that way,” Aelin said quickly. 

“Then what way did he mean it?” She ignored Rowan completely, speaking to Aelin instead. 

“We want to help,” she said gently, “we care about you.” 

“I’ve been trying to fix this for years. What makes you think you could?” She could tell that, but she was past the point of anger, past the point of reason and talking quietly or nicely. This thing that happens to her pisses her off beyond reason, and coupled with Rowan’s complete lack of tack or subtlety, it sends her over the edge. 

“So you admit there is something wrong.” 

“Rowan. Shut. Up.” Aelin said through gritted teeth. A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he did. “Just, tell us why. Please.” 

She’d never been able to deny her anything, especially if she said ‘please,’ so the whole story came tumbling out. The things her mother used to say and do, how it’s like a small demon on her shoulder, how the memories replay her mind and as much as she try she can’t get them out of her head.” 

“Your mother’s an idiot.” 

“Excuse me?”

He sighed, and pointed to some of the food on her plate. “That won’t make you die young. It’s fine to eat any of this, your body needs it.” 

“I know that. It’s not that simple.” Aelin pursed her lips, looking at Rowan. To him, it probably seemed that simple. Hungry? Eat. Like everything could be fixed with a few words. “It’s been like this for years, it won’t change overnight.” 

“Then we’ll help you.” Aelin decided. She looked at her, wanting to shrug off her help and insist she could do it on her own, but once Aelin set her mind to something there was no stopping her so she resigned herself to two fussy fae watching over she for gods-know how long. 

-

“I’m hungry.” Aelin announced, midway between lunch and dinner, and reached out a hand to you. “Come eat with me.” A small smile curved on her face. She carefully marked her place in her novel before taking her hand, letting her drag her to one of the smaller hearth rooms. Cozy, warm, and non-imposing. Not a dining or sitting room, not a designated place for eating, just somewhere … comfortable, was the best way she could describe it. She disappeared for a few minutes, returning with a tray loaded with all of the snacks either she or Rowan had noticed her eating. 

The thoughtfulness of it brought a smile to her face. 

Then, she brought out the competitive side of her - saying she wouldn’t be able to catch a grape or a piece of chinese, or other things in her mouth. Before she knew it, she was full - and laughing, picking up the poor pieces of grapes that didn’t quite make it to her mouth. 

“We could leave them for the cats.” Aelin murmured, pointing to one of them. 

“Do cats even like cheese?” 

“Bait for the mice.” She shrugged. 

“There’s no mice in the castle.” She protested. Not that you’d seen, and she hoped there weren’t any.  There were good and bad weeks, but the bad ones became less frequent - and they seemed to notice it before you, sometimes. Like they’d picked up on the signs of it. She knew when they had, because they’d get extra fussy - Rowan staring at her until she finished her plate, or Aelin dragging her into Orynth to try some new food from one of the vendors. But, she didn’t complain. Their tactics kept that little demon at bay, and her mothers voice out of her head.

#rowaelin x y/n #rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #throne of glass imagine #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader

[shadowdaddies]

Meant to Be - Pt. II

dark!Manorian x f!Reader

Part One | Part Three | Part Four

Warnings: drugs, addiction, mentions of poison and killing, kidnapping

There was no way of telling how long you had been here, locked away in this beautiful prison. Days blurred into nights, which blurred into days. A shell of the person you once were, most of your time was spent staring at the gardens from your bolted window, wondering how you got to this point. 

You never dreamed Dorian and Manon were capable of what they’d done - your fiancé was gone, and you were cut off from your friends and family. Most days you felt numb. It was easier to shut out the world than to attempt to process the horrors - but some days, you couldn’t push the memories away. You would become a torrent of emotions - trashing and screaming in rage and anguish until you were sedated. 

It became a comfort - sometimes you would lash out just so they would give you the sedative. You learned how to take part of the syrup, and spit some out when they weren’t looking - it helped you think without feeling so much. It helped you develop a plan. You spent weeks pretending to be the docile, muted version of yourself that Dorian and Manon wanted to you be, while inside you were fury personified - determined to bring them down.

This morning, you stared at the stranger who faced you in the mirror - a fractured memory of who you were before all of this happened. You had little connection to her anymore, and you would never be as naive as her again. Dorian smiled behind you as he combed your hair. “You look beautiful today, sweetheart.” 

You cursed the butterflies you felt at his praise, how you’d adapted to feel soothed by his touch. You dug your nails into your thighs, drawing you back to reality. This man killed your fiancé, and he would pay. No matter how genuine those sapphire eyes seemed when he called you his good girl.

Putting the final touches in your braid, Dorian leaned over your shoulder as he admired you in the mirror. His warm breath fanned your cheek, barely containing his excitement as he spoke. “I have a surprise for you, sweet girl.” Your heart raced - not at Dorian’s excitement, of course - but at the possibilities. A change in your routine led to potential for plotting your escape. 

You painted on a happy smile, leaning into Dorian’s touch as you batted your eyelashes - every bit the coquette that you knew sent desire through his veins. “What is it?” 

His fingers traced the neckline of your dress, admiring how you flushed under his touch. Leaning down so he was level with you, Dorian gave you a bright smile. “I thought we could go to the library today.” Your excitement was genuine as you bounced in your seat, whipping around to face him. Your smile faltered slightly as you registered his alarmed expression. Right. You needed to act sedated, easier to control.

You sighed, letting yourself melt into Dorian’s touch as you brought one of your hands to his - noticing how warm and soft it was beneath yours. “I would love that,” you whispered, soft smile and doe eyes locking with his. “When can we go?” you questioned, praying you didn’t sound too eager.

Dorian’s hand moved to your cheek, rubbing soft circles as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. The feeling of his warm lips against your skin distracted you for a moment, and a small part of you realized that although your affections towards your captors were pretend, your body might not be on the same page.

You snapped out of your thoughts to see Dorian’s knowing smile. “We can go right now, sweetheart,” he whispered, offering you his hand as you stood. You linked your arm in his, letting him lead you out the door for the first time in weeks. Pretending to take in the decor through the halls, you made a mental map of each path, counting the windows and noting where guards were stationed.

You arrived at a large set of doors, Dorian throwing them open before he turned to take in your expression. A disbelieving laugh left you, mouth hanging ajar as you marveled in the sight of the grand library. You had never seen anything like this - six stories of bookshelves, stacked with volumes ranging from new releases to hundreds of years old. 

Dorian took you on a tour through the vast space - meticulously organized by genre and author - before he led you to a cozy seating area. Plush velvet couches surrounded a fire, a table full of sandwiches and cakes in-between. Dorian’s arms wrapped around your waist as he murmured in your ear, “I had this set up for you. I picked out some romance books you might like as well. Perhaps we could enjoy the afternoon together?” 

Dorian pulled away to search your face for an answer, and you hadn’t realized how much you had been leaning into his body until then. Stumbling for balance, you merely gave Dorian a nod as you took your seat on the sofa. Before Dorian could join you, however, an adviser came storming into the room. “Your majesty, you are needed in the counsel chambers at once.” 

Dorian’s eyes flashed with anger as he turned to the nasally man. “Can you not see that I am busy?” With a quick look of disdain in your direction, the adviser gave a shallow smile to the king. “Yes, your majesty. But I guarantee that this matter is of the utmost urgency. Please.” Dorian glanced back at you, a look of longing in his eyes before he gave a curt nod to the man. “I’ll be back as soon as I’m able sweetheart. And don’t worry, I’ll retain some guards here to keep you safe.” 

You inwardly recoiled at the thought of being watched like a child, but quickly changed your frown to a pout. “Don’t leave me too long, please,” you pleaded to him. With a kiss to your hand that left a lingering sensation, Dorian promised to return - and left the library. 

You grabbed a sandwich from the table, humming a tune as you pretended to admire the room. Four guards. You weren’t escaping here today, but how could you use this opportunity to your advantage? These people kidnapped you and poisoned your fiancé - they drugged you. Your eyes widened with realization. Poison. 

You had spent every day looking out over those gardens - you could identify every flower down there by heart. You leapt from the couch, strolling along the rows of books until you reached botany. Perfect. Flashing a smile at the guard nearest you, you held up a book, giggling. “I love flowers.” He rolled his eyes, unamused and unsuspecting. To them, you were just the king and queen’s pet, who apparently loved flowers.

Bringing back a stack of books on flowers and their various purposes, you pored over the information for what felt like hours. You smirked as you recognized several flowers from the garden - foxglove was a potential option, but you’d need more information on its effects. Pinpointing the place in the book about foxglove, you were about find more books about the plant when two hands landed on your shoulders. 

The cool of iron nails was noticeable through the fabric of your dress as Manon leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to see the open book. “What are you reading about, sweet girl?”

#throne of glass #manorian x reader #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass imagine #manon throne of glass #manon blackbeak #dorian x reader #dorian havilliard x reader #dorian throne of glass #dorian havilliard #throne of glass dorian #manon x dorian #manorian #manorian x f!reader #manon tog #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass x you #tog imagine #dorian tog #tog #tog x reader #tog x you #manorian x reader angst #dorian x reader angst #manon x reader angst #throne of glass angst #throne of glass x reader angst #tog fanfic #manorian x you

[fullmetalscullyy]

GIRL, your posts about ELORCAN make me appreciate Lorcan a little bit more. Like, I'm a hardcore Manorian trash, but now your comments opened my eyes to a "ship"? For my second read of the series, I'm definitly going to take my time with Elide and Lorcan.

YEAAAAAAH PLEASE DO THEYRE SO TRAGIC SO ANGSTY SO GOOOOOOD ITS SJDJDJF

in empire of storms?? where they're travelling together????? and he could very well leave her so easily and go do his thing that he was ordered to do but he d o e s n t

AND THISSSS

AND THEN THE END OF EMPIRE OF STORMS. WHEN SHE'S LIKE U BRETAYED US FUCK U AND THEN IT'S BROODING AND PINING FOR ABOUT 500 PAGES UNTIL SHE RIDES OUT TO SAVE HIS LIFE

WAAAAAAAH

love it. love everything about it <3333

#obsessed 😌✌️ #the brainrot is real 🩷 #elorcan #throne of glass #ask #imabitchforjemcarstairs #happy rereading 🩷🩷 #tog

[malulls]

Manon: I'm an ironteeth, I have no heart, humans are inferior creatures that only serve for food

Dorian: a sweet cinnamon roll, bookstan, loves his puppies, totally adorable

Manon: I want that one

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #Manorian trash

[propshophannah]

Got my Coronavirus test back y’all....

#not meant to be offensive #manorian trash #maas trash #manorian #manon x dorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #no but for real stay inside!

[blackhavilliard]

MODERN MANORIAN AU - Royals Magazine

I’ve had this idea in my head for sooooo long and I FINALLY got a chance to sit down and put it together. So without further ado, I present a little sneak peek of our King and Queen in their modern splendidness...

Set: Modern AU, a few years after the events of Kingdom of Ash Format: Magazine interview Release: Tumblr and Archive of Our Own (keep posted!)

Royals Winter Issue featuring King Dorian Havilliard and interviewed by Lysandra Ennar. King Dorian Havilliard has settled into the role of rebuilding Adarlan from the geopolitical crisis that once threatened the entire continent of Erilea. Now, years after the passing of the storm, the young king finds himself reflecting on the traumas of his young life but also of the joys he’s found as a beloved ruler, husband, and ally of the great kingdoms of Erilea.

Royals Spring Issue featuring Queen Manon Blackbeak-Crochan and interviewed by Dorian Havilliard. Manon Blackbeak-Crochan has done the seeming impossible - uniting two warring nations of one blood under one queen. As High Queen of the Witches, the young ruler continues to revolutionise the status quo as she attends her queenly duties in the reconciliation of the Ironteeth and the Crochan nations whilst serving as Adarlan’s aerial commanding consultant.

Dedicating to my manorian trash fandom and to @rufousnmacska because your manorian fics give me life! (Also please send me some more, fellow manorian lovers, seriously!) ILY

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian modern au #throne of glass #tog #kingdom of ash #manorian au #manorian edit #manorian fanfic #manon blackbeak-crochan #hope you all enjoy it #I had so much fun making this #and it's not even done yet #yay for manorian #manorian trash

[starswhogaze]

As painful as it was..

I love the moment when Dorian and Manon reunite and he holds her as she expressed how she misses them..

She allows herself to be vulnerable with Dorian.

A lot of people dont understand that. For Manon her whole life she's had this face of unyielding and unbreakable strength and fierce-ness. However she lets herself be vulnerable with him. She lets her guard down and is just a girl with him. That's why in EoS she liked it when he took the reins and in KoA they even mentioned that she especially enjoyed that.

She feels free when she's with him. She trusts him to not let her fall.

Obviously she's still having trouble expressing it all the time because of her upbringing but I know they'll get there. I honestly think they need one more book. I really want to read about them finally letting go and learning together like Rowaelin did.

#throne of glass #dorian havilliard #manorian #manorian trash #manon blackbeak #kingdom of ash spoiler #kingdom of ash spoilers #koa spoilers #koaspoilers #koa spoiler

[witching-by-the-willow]

Did I just spend the last hour and a half obsessively combing through manorian art, scenes and incorrect quotes on Tumblr and Pinterest instead of doing homework...uh huh. Do I have regrets? I should, but I don't.

#even when I hadn't planned to read ToG I kept seeing mutuals posting about the ships #and even then...just judging by the vibes Manorian were my favourite #so yes I am trash for them #and will be screaming at the top of my lungs every time they interact #manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #queen of shadows #empire of storms #kingdom of ask #throne of glass #niki rambles

[itach-i]

I was tagged by @rufousnmacska (whose bday is today! Tell her happy birthday!) and @redandblackassassin! It was pretty fun! I tag @propshophannah and @-revolutionary 💕💕💕

#handwriting #Manorian trash

[rufousnmacska]

@itach-i caused a minor freak out with her random manorian message today.

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #manorian trash

[aedicn]

Favourite Throne of glass scene? ☺️☺️

Witch killer - the human in still inside him

#manorian trash #myposts

[sierrareads]

I looked at the Bloomsbury KoA book tours again and on the back of the UK edition there’s the “contains mature content” warning which only means one thing:

Someones getting laid.

#kingdom of ash #sarah j maas #spoilers #but also not really #ima tag it as spoilers but its not #koa spoilers #I guess #make youre guesses im hoping manorian cause im trash #mine

[chicwestfall]

'scuse me.. Did Rowan actually suggest for Dorian to die??? Here's a better idea. How about YOU die.

#fucking moron #rowan is trash #rowanwhitethorn #rowan #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #aelin #aelin ashryver #rowan x aelin #rowaelin #dorian havilliard #chaol x dorian #dorianhavilliard #manon x dorian #manorian #kingdomofash #kingdom of ash #koa spoilers #throneofglass #sarahjmaas #sarah j maas

[mytileneve]

Do you know of any good Dorian x Mannon fanfic?

Oh man, I just read a great one recently where Manon and Rowan own a pub in Ireland and Dorian and Aelin are travelling through Europe and stop there for the night. It’s a Rowaelin/Manorian thing and it was so good! It’s called Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds by @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie 

And if you want some great smut, Earning Her Trust (Drivin’ Me Crazy) by @propshophannah is one of my all time favourite SJMaas based fics and I’ve read it more times than I’d like to admit 

#*cought* please update that soon Hannah #*cough* I am such trash for that fic *cough* #tog #fic rec #manorian #Anonymous

[propshophannah]

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manon x dorian #joe exotic meme #sjm #sarah j maas #throne of glass #manorian trash #manorian meets joe exotic #tiger king #not my best work #im sorry if someone has done this already